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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-17 Words: 859
****** It's Not Incest If They're Not Touching ******
by callmeb
Summary
     As long as they don’t touch each other ~there~, it’s okay.
Notes
     This happened because of samlikesboys
It’s not incest if they’re not touching.
That’s silly. Of course they can touch each other; they do it all the time.
Their legs touch when they sit in the back of the impala together. Their
fingers touch when they pass things to one another. Their whole bodies touch
when they give each other hugs. Everybody does that, so it’s not incest. As
long as they don’t touch each other there, it’s okay.
So if Dad’s out on a hunt and they lie in bed together, but their hips are far
apart, it’s okay. Because they aren’t touching down there. If their arms are
wrapped around each other and Sam’s head is burrowed in Dean’s neck and his
knee is wedged between Dean’s legs, it’s okay. Because those parts aren’t
touching. So what if they aren’t wearing any clothes at the time? They’re both
boys with the same body parts. It’s not like they haven’t seen that thing
before; they’ve each got one of their own.
It’s not incest. Even if it’s Sam’s knees touching the outside of Dean’s hips
and his legs are squeezing the outside of Dean’s thighs. Their boy parts aren’t
even near each other. Even if Sam’s got his hand between his legs and two
fingers pumping in and out of his ass while Dean’s hand is working up and down
his own dick. They’re still not touching down there, and that’s the only part
that counts. So it’s not incest.
And words; words are definitely not incest, right? Because words can’t touch
you. Even though Sam swears he can feel every word from Dean’s mouth in his
bones.
“Start with one finger, Sammy.” The words start at Sam’s ear and slide down his
body until his toes tingle. And he does. He always does what Dean says. He puts
his middle finger in his mouth to get it wet, and then he’s sliding it in.
“Slowly,” Dean always says. And Dean already has his fingers loosely around
himself, but he’s not moving his hand yet. Sam doesn’t move his fingers unless
Dean is moving, too. They like to do it together.
“Just like that, Sammy. Move it in and out,” and Dean finally starts sliding
his hand up to the tip. Sam pulls his finger almost all the way out. Then Dean
grabs more firmly and moves his hand down while Sam pushes all the way back in.
They watch each other’s hands and move together in and out, up and down. And
Dean talks the whole time.
“Put another in, Sammy. There you go, just like that. Does that feel good?
Yeah, it looks good baby boy. You like that? You like how it feels inside you?
Just pretend it’s me, Sammy. Pretend that’s my finger, sweet boy. Your insides
feel so warm and tight. That’s good, baby. Squeeze those fingers for me. So
good. You look so good like that. Go a little faster for me. There you go, that
feel better?”
Every word, every single one, makes Goosebumps rise on Sam’s body. The few
parts where their skin is touching are so hot, but the rest of his skin
shivers. But they won’t give in to touching each other more, because that would
be incest.
It’s hard to keep in sync with one another when they start going faster. Sam
gets so into it that his moves falter and turn into more of a random rutting
motion. But Dean knows Sam by now; knows how much time it takes for Sam to
bring himself to the brink of climax. He knows how long it takes to slow down
until he can last another half hour. So Dean, being the sensible, helpful big
brother that he is, has a playlist made just for them. Two hours of songs with
tempos that are easy to hear and follow. Starting off slow, picking up
gradually, and then going back to a painfully slow pace. It goes back and forth
to bring them up and down and make their night last. Sammy follows much easier
now, doesn’t lose his rhythm and they can look over each other’s entire bodies
while listening to their tempo instead of only watching hands.
And along with the playlist Dean’s made, he also finds toys: a dildo the size
of his cock and a tight fleshlight. They are so much better than hands and
fingers. Fingers don’t feel like a cock inside Sam. And a hand doesn’t have
that tight squishy heat like Sam’s sweet ass probably has. So Dean lies there
in bed, fucking up into a fleshlight while Sam’s kneeling over him, fucking a
thick dildo in and out. They’re together in perfect sync with the music,
watching each other and whispering dirty words. Sam’s begging Dean to fuck him
harder and Dean tells him to just “wait for the next song baby and I’ll fuck
you so deep,” and the next song comes on and they both move faster, harder. And
they both come pretending that they’re feeling one another with “Dean” and
“Sammy” slipping past lips.
But they aren’t touching down there, so it’s not incest.
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