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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      girl!Sam, Underage_Sex, Incest, Sibling_Incest, Forced_Incest, Underage_-
      Freeform, Object_Insertion, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Object_rape,
      Humilation, Come_play, Dean_is_a_bad_brother, Sammy_is_a_terrified_little
      sister, Sammy_cries_and_begs_but_Dean_doesn't_care
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-14 Words: 2832
****** Family Game Night ******
by preyforme
Summary
     Based on a promp from spnkink-meme "Dean likes to play a game that
     involves stuffing all his little sister's holes with anything he can
     find in their motel of the week."
     Dean is resentful that he has to babysit his twelve year old sister
     instead of going hunting with his dad. Dean takes all this resentment
     out on his little sister.
     This involves non-con sexual activities between underaged siblings.
     Please read all the tags before clicking.
Notes
     Yes. You read right. This involves NON-CONSENTUAL SEXUAL ACTIVITIES
     BETWEEN UNDERAGED SIBLINGS.
     Also, totally crass language, crying/begging, seriously mean stuff
     here.
     If that offends you TURN BACK NOW.
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Dad was out hunting and Dean was stuck babysitting. Again.
He hated being stuck in the hotel with Sammy. Take care of your sister, Dean.
She’s too young to hunt, Dean. Dean was trained and old enough to be out
kicking some demon ass, he could be tracking down the thing that killed mom.
Instead he was watching reruns of a show that had been off the air for years.
At least his dad had left a six-pack. Dean was trying to go through them
slowly, he never knew how long his dad would be gone. He was limiting himself
to one a day, which didn’t even give him a buzz, just took the edge off a
little. But Sammy couldn’t keep her damn mouth shut.
“You shouldn’t be drinking those Dean. You’re not old enough.” She was curled
up in an arm chair, pouring over one of their dad’s books. Or at least trying
to curl up. She was growing up gangly and awkward. She reminded Dean of a baby
dear, unsteady on her feet, not knowing how to manage the body she was growing
into. Dean supposed she’d be pretty one day. She still had the body of a little
boy, her titties were just starting to grow in but dad said that was normal at
Sammy’s age. Dean tried to remind himself it wasn’t her fault they were both
stuck there but it was hard not to be resentful.
“Dad left them for me.” He didn’t bother to hide the annoyance in his voice.
Little sisters were a pain in the ass but since Sammy turned twelve and got her
period it had gotten way worse, “Why do you care anyway? You on the rag?”
Sammy’s face when bright red, “You don’t have to be a jerk. I just don’t want
Dad to be mad when he gets home and sees you drank all his beer.” Dad had never
been able to hide his disappointment that Sammy was a girl; hunting, he said,
would be so much easier if they were all men. They could train together, go out
on hunts together, but their father was too afraid of Sammy, all uncoordinated
and awkward, getting them all killed. No matter how much Sammy tried to win
their father’s favor, he always looked at her as more of a burden than anything
else.
“You didn’t answer my question, Sammy. Aunt Flow came to visit? Is that why
you’re being such a bitch?” she hadn’t really said anything all day, but Dean
was bored and teasing her was so much fun. Especially when she looked so
embarrassed.
“No Dean. Not that it’s any of your business.” She was trying to seem
indignant, but it was nothing more than amusing. The more angry she got, the
more Dean wanted to press.
The room was small, like most of their hotel rooms, so he didn’t have to move
more than a few feet down the couch to be within arm’s length of his little
sister. He leaned into her personal space, a smirk settled across his lips,
“How do you get those tampons up your cunt? I know for a fact you’re a virgin.”
Sammy looked shocked at words pouring from her brother’s mouth, she slammed her
book and tried to stand up but Dean grabbed her arm and pulled her back down
into the chair. “It must be so tight up there. I’ve fucked a couple virgins but
never a twelve year old. Tell me, Sammy, does it hurt when you shove those
sticks up your twat?”
She could smell the beer on his breath and wondered if maybe he hadn’t found
some of their dad’s liquor as well. They had never been particularly close but
Dean had always looked out for her. Sammy couldn’t believe her big brother
could be so cruel. “Dean, stoppit. Lemme go.” She tried to twist out of his
grasp but he held firmly. The way she struggled was kind of hot. He was getting
a semi from just watching her.
“I have an idea. Let’s play a game, Sammy. It’s called, ‘What Can We Fit Up
There’.” Dean put his beer bottle down on the coffee table and reached for his
sister’s pussy, grabbing it over her skirt, “You’re gonna sit there and spread
your legs, and I’m gonna see what else we can fit up your virgin hole. And if
you try to fight me, I’m going to tell dad how badly you behaved while he was
gone.” He pushed her skirt up and cupped her over her panties, feeling the
outline of her lips through the cotton, “If you get to be too much of a hassle
I’m sure dad would love having live bait to get that vamp nest in Springfield.”
Sammy was shaking a little, her knobby knees were knocking against the arms on
the chair. Dean hear her begging for him to leave her alone, saw the tears in
her eyes, but all he kept thinking about was that their dad was off hunting
alone. Their mom had died protecting Sammy and their dad could die at any time
because Dean had to be watching his little sister instead of watching his dad’s
back. That thought alone, that he could lose his dad because of her, was enough
to push her panties aside and shove a finger into her pussy.
Sammy started whimpering immediately and tried once more to struggle away from
him but he pushed her down. “Calm the fuck down. I’m not gonna rape ya. I just
wanna play a little bit.” He wiggled his finger in her tight, dry cunt and
smirked up at her, “I’ve never had a snatch this tight before. Maybe I will
stick my dick in.”
Before he could say anymore her eyes went wide and she started yelling the word
no over and over again. He let go over her arm to cover her mouth, narrowing
her eyes at her, “Shut your fucking mouth you stupid brat. I ain’t gonna fuck
ya if you shut up.” He leaned into her ear and whispered, “But if you keep
screaming those vamps ain’t gonna be what you have to worry about.”
He pulled his hand out of her underwear and looked down the length of her thin
body, “Take off your underwear and spread your legs. I’ll be right back.”
The threats must have worked because he came back with a few items in his hands
and he could see her panties balled up in her hands. Her legs were spread open
but her skirt was smoothed down to obstruct his view. He clucked his tongue at
her, “Sammy, this game isn’t going to be any fun if you don’t cooperate. Do you
want me to tell dad what a big help you were while he was gone? Or what a waste
of money it is keeping you around?”
Dean watched her delicate, shaking hands pull up the hem of her skirt slowly.
Her thighs were tone and pale, she liked to run more than she liked to swim.
Finally Dean saw her exposed pussy. She either recently started growing hair or
kept it neatly trimmed because it was sparse. He could hear her sniffling but
he ignored it, instead he reached down and spread her lips open even wider with
his fingers, “Not too bad Sammy. Knew some part of you had to be pretty.”
He knelt down in front of her and uncapped a bottle of lube, coating two
fingers thoroughly. He wanted to see what kind of shit he could get in there
and the narrow passage was far too dry to get anything of substance in there.
He knew he should probably be gentle but he was impatient and instead just
shoved both fingers inside at once.
Sammy’s entire both tensed up and her legs struggled to close but he pushed one
knee to the side. He moved them in and out roughly, hearing a soft whimper of,
“Please, Dean, stop. This isn’t right. I’m your sister. Please Dean, don’t do
this.” He ignored it all and just focused on the way her pussy was stretching
to accommodate the intrusion. He looked over the items he’d collected, trying
to see where he’d start first.
He grabbed his beer, draining it before getting started, and then it was like
lightening stuck. That’s exactly where he would start. “You got a problem with
me drinking? Let’s see how you like this.” He laughed wickedly as he pressed
the neck of the bottle to her entrance. Her pleas were getting louder and she
was trying to press her hips into the back of the chair to get further away
from the bottle. He just laughed and pushed it inside until the next was
completely inside her body. He looked up to see both of her hands over her
mouth, trying to conceal her sobs, trying to stay quiet like she’d been told.
“What a good little girl Sammy, daddy’s gonna be so proud of you.” He could see
the tears running down her face but he couldn’t bring himself to care enough to
stop. Instead he got another amazing idea, “Let’s take a few pictures so he can
see for himself.”
Sammy’s cries of, “Dean, no!” went ignored again as he took out his phone and
snapped pictures of his sister’s pussy stretched around the next of a beer
bottle. He looked up and saw the tracks of tears running down his sweet little
sister’s face and snapped a few of that too. “Now big a good girl or I might
have to forward those to your friends. I bet they’d like to see how good you
are for your big brother.”
Dean fucked her with the bottle neck a few times but it didn’t go in too far so
he got bored quickly and discarded it to look at his collection. He reached for
a screwdriver and twirled it around in his hands for effect. He held the narrow
end and pushed the handle into Sammy’s tight pussy. She was obviously in
distress, shaking and crying, begging him to stop, but he couldn’t stop
marveling at the way her pussy opened for the tool. The way it accommodated the
stretch. He fucked her with it, watching her entrance attempt to close when
he’d almost withdrawn it completely. “This is amazing.” He was in awe of his
sister’s body. He’d fucked his share of girls from school (and a friend’s mom
once) but he’d never really paid much attention to the mechanics of it all.
“You’d make one hellva Swiss Army knife!” he laughed, pushing the handle in so
that all that remained outside of her body was the flat head and he snapped a
few more pictures. “Oh shit! A knife!” he pulled the screwdriver out of her
body a little faster than he should have and she whimpered at the pain but he
was too amped up by his idea. He took the knife out his father gave him and
looked up at her with a huge grin. She started getting loud again, begging him
not to cut her. He rolled his eyes, “What kind of person do you think I am? I
just wanna put the handle in so when I’m hunting I’ll know it was up in your
snatch.” He cackled madly and pressed the butt of the knife into her slick
folds, he knew it was just the lube but he wished his little sister was cool
enough to be getting wet from their game.
He got close enough to her pussy to smell it and watched her hole swallow up
his knife, every time he killed some awful monster he’d be thinking of fucking
his baby sister with the weapon.
After the knife he looked back at the table and picked up the remote. It was
slim, just a basic tv remote, he wanted to see if he could work it inside of
her but she begged him not too, said it was dirty from years in a motel. Dean
was not heartless. He discarded the remote and reached for a bag of markers and
highlighters their dad used to chart in his journal. “I bet we can find
something fun in here.” He hadn’t had enjoyed an afternoon with his sister so
much in a long time.
He pulled out a handful of markers and looked up at Sammy, “Slid down a bit, I
wanna see how many I can get in.” When she just cried harder he grabbed her leg
and pulled her down so she was slouching in the chair. He started with a
highlighter (cap side out, he didn’t want to have to fish around for anything
in there) then slid a Sharpie in next to it. She whimpered but the crying had
started to slow a little, he pushed another marker in and when the crying
picked up again he wagged his finger at her. “You’re acting like a baby. I’m
not hurting you.” He picked up another Sharpie and glared at her, “But I could
be.”
The second Sharpie went into her tiny asshole. Her entire body spasmed and he
could see the markers in her snatch shake. It was incredible.
He didn’t use any lube but he hadn’t stuck it in very far and he figured bigger
things came out of there so one lousy marker wasn’t going to do any damage.
“You kinda look like a peacock.” He laughed with delight, “But not enough
colors!” He grabbed a fistful of pens and started sliding them into her snatch.
Two, three… five… Her pussy stretched around them all. His dick was hard as a
rock seeing his baby sister’s cunt stretched wide around a highlighter, two
Sharpies and five pens with another Sharpie sticking out of her ass. “That’s
much better.” He snapped more pictures, stepping back to get a full body photo
of his little sister’s legs over the side of the chair’s arms, skirt up around
her waist with tear tracks down her face and writing utensils sticking out of
her pussy.
He reached over and flicked one of the pens, watching them all bounce around in
her pussy. “You won’t have problems with getting tampons in there anymore.” He
reached down and rubbed himself over his jeans, her eyes went wide and he shook
his head, “I told ya I’m not gonna fuck ya. Calm down Sammy.”
He did, however, have one last thing he wanted to try.
“You want me to stop this game?” she shook her head rapidly, “Then you gotta do
one more thing for me and I’ll leave you alone. Kay?”
He didn’t wait for a reply. Instead he slid the pens out slowly, followed up
the highlighter until all that was left were the Sharpies in both holes. The
Sharpies in her pussy, however, were starting to wilt, having been too
stretched out to close back immediately. He used the markers as a makeshift
speculum, pulling her pussy open. It wasn’t too wide, not enough to hurt her,
just enough to make her uncomfortable. “Here, hold these markers open so I can
look at your gaping hole.” He looked up with a stern expression on her face,
“If you start to let it shut we’ll start all over again. Maybe this time with
the remote. Got it?” She nodded her head and reached down so her body was
nearly doubled over, holding her pussy open, raw and exposed for her big
brother.
He poured lube in his hand and took his dick out, jerking off to the way
Sammy’s pussy was stuggling to close against the plastic markers holding it
open. He loved how fucked out she looked. He wanted to shove the beer bottle in
there again. Wondered how many afternoons it would take before her body would
accept the entire width of the bottle. The thought of that tiny pussy being
stretched open that wide was enough to make him come.
And he aimed right into the gaping hole of his baby sister’s cunt, moaning out,
“Hold it open Sammy. Don’t let it close or I’ll shove my prick inside of you.”
He came over the two markers in her pussy but most hit the bull’s-eye, right in
his sister’s pussy. He reached down and batted the two markers away before he
pushed two fingers back inside, working his come into the hole. It was far
looser now that he’d worked it open. He scissored his fingers, feeling lube and
come deep inside her body.
When he was satisfied that he hadn’t actually hurt her, just stretched her open
a bit he pulled the Sharpie out of her ass and pushed a finger in there as
well. He expected her to start resisting again but she looked glassy eyed and
resigned to the situation, “Next time we’ll work on your ass.”
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