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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:
      Weecest, Somnophilia, Facials, dubcon, Wincest_-_Freeform
  Series:
      Part 1 of Uncovered
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-25 Words: 948
****** Uncovered ******
by KatStark
Summary
     Sam wakes Dean in an unexpected way and Dean gets his revenge.
Sam stood in the darkened room breathing heavily. The glow from the streetlight
outside the window just caught his older brother's perfect, plump lips and long
eyelashes as it filtered through the thin curtain. Sam knew he shouldn't be
doing this; Dean would kill him if he caught him. But Dean was passed out cold,
and Sam couldn't help himself.
The sharp slap of skin sliding on skin filled the small room as Sam stroked
himself feverishly, staring down at his brother's sleeping face. It was the
only time Dean looked this peaceful, and the only time Sam got to look at him
as much as he wanted without a glare or a cuff. It sucked being 14 and in love
with your older brother, so Sam took solace where he could. If that meant
jerking off while standing over Dean's unconscious form wishing it was his hand
on Sam's cock, or even better, his mouth, then that's what Sam was going to do.
Dean's lips parted a little in his sleep and Sam leaned a little closer and
imagined what it would feel like to slip his prick between them, all luscious
and pink and...oh fuck! Sam bit his lip as he shot his load way sooner than he
expected, spraying Dean's cheek before Sam had a chance to turn away the way he
normally did.
Dean's eyes flew open as the hot liquid splashed his face. He was having
trouble focusing his eyes but he reached out with his hunter's instincts and
grabbed Sam's wrist before he had a chance to pull away. Dean's free hand went
to his face and he looked confused when he felt the slimy substance. "What the
fuck?" Dean's vision finally cleared and he was able to process the situation
in front of him: Sam with his pyjama pants around his ankles, eyes wide with
fear, warm liquid on Dean's face and pillow. Dean's face darkened with
comprehension. "Is this jizz? Did you fucking jizz on my face, Sammy? Jesus
Christ!"
Sam wrenched his hand away and made a break for it - not that he had anywhere
to go, but flight seemed like the only reasonable option at this point. He was
wondering how he'd like living in Mexico when his PJ's tripped him up and he
crashed to the floor. Dean was on him in a flash, flipping Sam over onto his
back and pinning Sam's arms with his knees. Sam was helpless against his older
brother's superior size and strength.
John yelled from the other room. "What the hell, boys? It's the middle of the
night." Sam opened his mouth to yell, but Dean clamped a large hand down hard
to silence him, though the furious look he gave his little brother terrified
Sam so much he might never speak again.
"Sorry, Dad. Fell out of bed," Dean called before turning his attention back to
Sam. "Don't you fucking dare. You think that's funny, you little sicko," Dean
snarled, sounding even more ominous at his muted volume. He unbuttoned the
jeans he'd fallen asleep wearing before adding, "Let's see how you like it." He
pulled his dick out from the confines of his boxers and started stroking it,
inches from Sam's face.
The pressure of Dean's weight on his chest coupled with the hand across his
mouth was making it hard for Sam to breathe so he gathered saliva on his tongue
and gave Dean's hand a wet lick.
"Gross," Dean scolded, wiping the spit on the leg of his jeans before smacking
Sam lightly up the side of the head. Dean's eyes glinted as an evil plan
crossed his mind and he slapped Sam's face repeatedly with his cock until it
was hardening in his hand. "This is what happens to little perverts," he
growled at Sam's shocked expression.
Dean spat in his hand and started jacking himself in earnest. His strokes were
hard and fast, working his dick methodically, rather than trying to sustain the
pleasure. He closed his eyes and visualized the porn he'd stashed in a hidden
folder on Sam's computer. Delicious images of women kissing, suckling luscious
breasts, and tonguing each other's pussies burned their way from his brain to
his cock. The booze in his system was slowing him down so after a few minutes
he switched his brain to the "other" folder. The one he had hidden even deeper
and password protected. Oh yeah. Dean moaned low in his throat as he felt his
orgasm building in the base of his spine. He looked down at Sam.
"Open your mouth!" Dean's command made Sam's eyes flare but he obeyed, slowly
parting his pink lips. "Wider. Tongue out," the older Winchester instructed
between gasps. Sam did as he was told and the first spurt of Dean's come hit
his younger brother's tongue dead centre. Sam barely had a chance to close his
eyes before rope after rope sprayed over his face as his brother panted above
him.
"Fuck," Dean groaned and rolled off Sam to lean limply against the side of his
bed as Sam slowly retracted his tongue, comparing the taste of Dean to the time
he'd licked up his own slick mess. "Fuck," Dean repeated, his face in his
hands, as Sam scrambled away, pulling his pyjamas up and wiping his face with a
discarded t-shirt.
He eyed Dean warily as he crossed to his side of the room, but a little smile
crossed Sam's features as he crawled into bed. If he'd known that's all it
would take, he'd have let Dean catch him sooner. He wondered what he'd have to
do to get Dean's cock in his mouth...
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