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      Panty_Kink, Objectification, Fuckhole_Sammy, Alternate_Universe_-
      Royalty, King_John, Queen_Mary, King_Dean, Princess_Sammy, Masturbation,
      Sexual_Slavery, Ownership_Kink, Top_Dean, Bottom_Sammy, Dubious_Morality,
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      Published: 2015-10-29 Completed: 2015-12-25 Chapters: 14/14 Words: 15021
****** You belong to me ******
by ClaraOswin
Summary
     King John and Queen Mary have a second child.
     Dean loves his baby sister.
     But as he grows older, his love turns into lust and unhealthy
     obsession.
     He's very possessive about his little sister.
     As she grows up his feelings for her intensify.
     Let me warn you, this is not a cute fic.
     It's a very dark fic, and Dean's obsession will reach new heights.
     It's gonna be really sexy ;)
Notes
     Disclaimer: I don't own anything so don't sue.
     At first, Dean is four.
     This is hardcore, dark, immoral and super sexy wincest.
     So if it's not your cup of tea then hit the back button.
     For all those wincest shippers, enjoy.
     It's gonna be a long fic ;)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Raise *****
Dean never really wanted a little brother or sister, he wanted to be the centre
of attention for his mommy and daddy. He never wanted a sibling who would steal
the spotlight and become parental favourite.
His life was perfect being the only baby of the family, his mommy and daddy
loved him, pampered him, fulfilled all his wishes. He was happy.
But then one day his mom told him that he was having a little brother or sister
to play with. He felt like his life came tumbling down and his whole world
crashed.
This was his greatest nightmare.
Then his mommy started growing bigger and bigger as days passed. One day she
told him to put his hand on her tummy and feel his little brother or sister
kick. He kinda liked that feeling but again his anger took over whenever he
thought that his mommy's love will be distributed after the baby's born.
********************************************
Nine months later.
*********************************************
His mom gave birth to a baby girl. The king and the queen were very happy but
Dean was furious. He could handle a little brother, at least he could play with
him. But sister, he hates girls. They are yucky and they always play with
stupid, freaky Barbie dolls. He was so pissed at his mother that he never
talked to her all the way back home from the hospital. He didn't even look at
his sister.
When they were home, he just went to his room and pouted all evening.
John came to his room after a while and asked "You doing okay champ?". Dean
looked at him through his goofy hair and said "I don't want a sister, send her
back". John rubbed his back and said "Your sister is a little baby, and you are
her big brother. She can't take care of herself Dean, you are her superhero.
You need to protect her, right?" he said looking completely serious. This got
Dean's attention and he asked "Really?". John said "Come on, lets say hi to
your little sister".
John took Dean to the nursery and saw Mary sitting next to the crib.
Dean stood on tip toes and looked down the crib and there she was. Beautiful
baby girl with pale skin, rosy cheeks and pink lips. She looked at Dean with
bright hazel eyes and smiled a toothless smile.
Dean couldn't help but smile back, this is the most beautiful thing he's ever
seen. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.
Then suddenly his stare was broken as Mary said "You like your sister, Dean?".
Dean thought My sister. Mine.
He said "I like her, I like Sammy".
John and Mary smiled and asked "You wanna call her Sammy?". Dean said "Yeah,
Sammy. My Sammy".
He looked at the baby in the eye and said "I will protect you Sammy, I am
batman".
John and Mary laughed hearing this and Mary said "Dean and Sammy, love it" and
smiled.
*********************************************
Dean loved his baby sister very much, he never let his friends in the nursery,
never let anyone touch the baby. He would protect her at all cost, his Sammy.
Dean played with Sammy all day whenever he was home. Even when he was outside
playing with his friends, his head was always filled with thoughts of his
Sammy. He loved the way she looked at him, the way she smiled, the way she
touched him, the way he touched her. She was so soft and supple. Her cream
coloured skin looked delicious and her lips were pink and pouty. Sammy knew how
to look even more cuter too, she would look at Dean throwing her best puppy dog
eyes and pout her lips slightly and Dean would give her whatever she wanted.
To Dean's joy, Sammy never played with Barbie dolls, she liked cars. Dean
couldn't be happier, his beautiful sister liked the things he liked.
*********************************************
As she grew, Dean's love for her grew. Dean couldn't spend one single day
without her, all he wanted was to be with her. Sam was the same, she couldn't
live without Dean either.
Sammy couldn't sleep without having Dean next to her. They slept together, tied
up in each other, feeling each other's heartbeats.
The king and the queen were happy too, they didn't have to do much to take care
or raise Sammy. It was all Dean.
Dean raised his Sammy.
***** Disease *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean gets his first orgasm.
Chapter Notes
     In this chapter, Dean is almost nine and Sam is four.
Days went by, happily. Sammy turned four and Dean was almost nine now.
All these years Sam never slept in her room, she would go to sleep on her bed
but then she would wake up after having a nightmare and come crying to Dean.
Dean would just pull his covers and she would adjust herself next to him. His
much bigger frame would spoon her tiny body perfectly and they would sleep tied
up in each other. Sammy would wrap her arms around Dean's neck and one of her
legs on top of Dean. Her head would be resting on one of Dean's arms and his
other arm would be over her waist.
They could only have a sound sleep if they were close to each other. They felt
reassured, feeling each others heartbeat and breathing.
*********************************************
Everything was going perfectly fine until one night Sam did not have a
nightmare. She didn't wake up, so she didn't come to Dean's room.
Dean's eyes opened at midnight, it was a subconscious reflex. It was the time
when Sammy would crawl next to him, but she didn't come. Dean was glad that
Sammy didn't have a nightmare, so he tried to go back to sleep.
12:15 am.
His eyes opened again and he stretched his arms to the Sammy's side of bed. He
pulled the pillow next to him, on which Sammy sleeps, closer and closed his
eyes again.
12:29 am.
Still no Sammy.
He hugged the pillow tight and sniffed it, taking in Sam's smell. He closed his
eyes again and tried to sleep.
12:46 am.
What if Sammy got eaten by the monster in her closet?
What if aliens abducted Sammy and took her to the planets of clowns?
Sammy would freak out seeing those creepy jokers. She needs him, he is her
batman.
He needs to go to Sam's room and make sure everything is okay and that Sam is
not scared or lonely.
Not that he's lonely.
He slowly gets up and tip toes out of his room, making sure not to make any
noise.
He walks down the corridor and slowly opens Sam's room door. He walks in
towards Sam's bed.
Sam is sprawled on the bed, she's sound asleep and looks peaceful. No signs of
nightmare or monsters or alien clowns.
But what if monsters come later.
He will just sleep next to her, to protect her from any coming trouble.
So he crawls next to her, pulling her close to his chest and burying his nose
on the back of her neck. He smells her in and his night feels complete. Now he
can sleep in peace.
They sleep like that for a few hours.
*********************************************
4:07 am.
Sam's back is pressed against Dean's chest and Dean is holding her tight in a
possessive grip, even in his sleep.
Then suddenly Sam tries to shift in her sleep, pressing her ass directly over
Dean's groin. Dean's eyes jerk open as he feels a weird kind of sensation in
his pee pee.
He has never felt anything like this before, it's like something is tickling
his pee pee from inside. His pee pee starts hurting when Sam moves her ass away
in her sleep. He wants to feel that sensation again, it felt good.
So he moves his groin closer to her panty covered ass and starts rubbing his
pee pee over the cleavage of her ass cheeks.
It feels so good, his aching pee pee loves the sensation of Sammy's bums
against it.
He rubs harder and harder when suddenly Sam wakes up and scoots away from him.
She says "What are you rubbing against my bum bums Dee?", Dean looked at her,
half aroused, half sexually frustrated because she totally cock blocked him and
said "Nothing Sammy, just come here". He didn't know what's happening but he
loved the feeling of her ass against his tiny little, rock hard cock. She
noticed the bulge in his shorts and asked "Dee, what happened to your pee
pee?". Dean looked down and cupped his cock, he noticed it was hard. He said "I
don't know Sammy, it's hurting. Please come here. Let me rub it on you, it
feels so good".
Sam looked at him and went closer.
She cupped her hand and pressed a bit hard, unknowingly over Dean's hand that's
cupping his cock. Dean suddenly felt intense pain due to the press and removed
his hands.
Now Sam's palm was directly touching his cock. Dean's eyes were wide open, his
jaw dropped and he started breathing heavily, feeling Sam's warm hands against
his aching cock. He moaned "Oh god Sammy, it feels so good". He pressed into
her hand.
Then suddenly Sam removed her hand and Dean felt extremely frustrated again. He
asked looking at her "Why did you stop touching?". Sam pouted and said "Why is
your pee pee so hard? What if it has a disease? I don't wanna catch it".
Dean sat up and grabbed Sam's hands and put it in his pants over his cock and
said "Sammy please, I need it, it hurts so much, just... Oh god" he said as he
rubbed Sam's hands over his bare cock.
Sam tries to get away but Dean just rubs her hands harder and harder over his
cock.
About ten seconds later, he cums all over Sam's hands. Sam's palms get wet and
she says "Ewww Dee, you are gross. Now I will have the disease too". She sprung
free and rushed towards the bathroom to take a shower.
Dean fell behind on the pillow after this intense orgasm. Now he was genuinely
scared, he had no idea what just happened to his pee pee and maybe he gave
Sammy his disease too.
He pulled himself off the bed and turned on his computer. He googled about his
condition and saw tons and tons of disturbing photos of naked grown ups. He
felt icky watching those so he decided to read about it, instead of pictures.
He read about it but most of the big words just bounced off his head. But he
got a general idea of where babies come from.
He switched back to images and this time he felt a bit less icky about that.
Maybe a bit aroused, imagining himself doing all those things to his Sammy.
He thought This is wrong, Sammy is his baby sister. He shouldn't think about
doing these kind of icky stuff with his sister. This is something mommies and
daddies do with each other, not brothers and sisters. He's a bad boy for even
thinking this, god will punish him for being a naughty.
His train of thoughts halted when Sam entered the room from the bathroom after
her shower. She had nothing wrapped around her, she was completely naked. Makes
sense, she is just four.
But Dean felt his little pee pee show an interesting twitch, seeing Sam naked.
Sam put on her clothes and sat next to Dean and said "Dee, are you gonna be
okay? Are you gonna die?" her eyes watered as she thought about Dean dying.
Dean wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He kissed the top of her
head and said "I am okay Sammy, as long as I have you close to me, I will be
fine".
Sam smiled, leaning in to his chest and said "We need to tell daddy about your
disease". Dean's face lost its colour hearing this and he froze, he panicked
and said "No no Sammy, don't tell dad please. I am fine, I am not sick anymore.
Sam if you tell dad then I will die, so promise me you won't tell anyone". Sam
looked at him confused and said "But", Dean cut her off and said "Promise me
Sam" in a firm tone. Sam pouted and said "I promise. But you promise me that
you won't die". Dean smiled and said "You ain't getting rid of me, little
sister".
They hugged each other and went back to sleep.
***** Everything *****
Chapter Summary
     In this chapter, Dean is thirteen and Sam is eight.
Dean didn't touch Sammy like that again for a few years, he couldn't be sure
that Sammy won't tell dad. If John found out that Dean gets off using Sammy
then he would probably rip his erection off. He couldn't risk it, so he
controlled himself. He only hugged and kissed Sammy and jerked off to those
soft memories.
*********************************************
Dean is thirteen now and Sam is eight. She is even more beautiful now, and it's
getting harder and harder for Dean to control himself. He just wants to fuck
his baby sister who isn't even old enough to take his cock. Dean was big, at
thirteen he was like 5'8" and his cock grew proportionately too. He was
something his school's girls would call a macho stud.
His libido was driving his every decision, all he ever wanted to do was touch
Sam, feel her bony little body.
Dean was certain that Sam was aware of this fact too, she would always find new
ways to look even more prettier. Every morning she would wake up, with her hair
all mushed up, tank top's thin sleeve hanging down her shoulder, panty hanging
too low on her ass and showing off her cream coloured belly. The top sticking
to her upper torso and exposing her belly button did not help calm down his
throbbing erection at all.
Dean would just pull her close and hug her tight while his hands wandered all
over her body. He would slip his hands under her top and feel her up. Although
there was nothing to feel.
Sometimes he would cup her ass and squeeze them, and she would laugh and
squeeze his ass back. That bitch.
He would hug her so close that her stomach was rubbing against his groin, but
he would have to pull away before she noticed his hard on.
Always pull away.
**********************************************
At school, he was the soccer team captain and all the cheerleaders would die to
spend time with him. They would just throw themselves at him, but they never
really excited him. The only face stuck in his head was his baby sister's. He
knew that when Sammy grew up, she would be prettier than all these shallow,
show off girls.
Whenever his best friend Cas would ask him about why he doesn't have a
girlfriend, he would just shrug and say "My dad is really strict, he doesn't
support me dating anyone who is not royalty". This would calm Cas's curiosity
down a bit but he would never stop trying to fix Dean up with one of the
cheerleaders. Cas's girlfriend and Dean's friend Meg was curious too and she
tried a billion times to fix Dean up with Lisa, but Dean never really bothered
to pay attention to Lisa.
Dean is an extremely talented and smart kid, topper of his class and captain of
his team, he was nice to everyone so other students loved him. He was totally
up for Prom King's position. But he needed a date, he didn't have to do
anything other than say yes to one of the thirty nine girls who asked him.
So he said yes to Cassie, she is an athlete and the only girl who does not want
to fuck Dean, just go to the prom. He has no interest in dating Cassie at all
but he needs a partner and she sounded like the best option. So he agreed.
All his friends were overjoyed hearing that finally Dean said yes to someone.
Dean didn't really care at all about Cassie, she meant nothing to him.
Cassie knew that too, she knew Dean would never love her back so she just
pretended to not be interested. At least this way Dean agreed to go to the prom
with her. She was glad that at least she is going to the prom with the hottest
guy at school, who happens to be the prince.
*********************************************
Dean was getting ready for his prom wishing it was Sam he was taking, when Sam
enters the room. She looks at him from top to bottom and Dean feels his cock
twitch under her gaze. She says "I wanna dress up and go to prom with you", she
pouted and Dean thinks,
Oh you have no idea how much I wanna take you baby.
He walked closer to her and picked up her tiny little frame. She wrapped her
arms and legs around him and hugged tight. Dean said "I will be back soon, then
I would tell you everything I did, we would stay up all night and have fun".
She smiled and hugged him again.
But then suddenly Dean realized something, his cock twitching at the thought.
He says "Sammy, I have a date tonight and I might have to kiss her. Will you
help me practice?". Sam looked at him confused and said "But Dee, you know how
to kiss, we kiss all the time".
Dean said "Not that kinda kiss" he smirked and continued "So, will you?", Sammy
said "Of course Dee".
Dean stood her on the bed, this way she was almost Dean's height.
He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and with the other he cupped her
face. He pulled her closer and gently pressed his lips over her delicately soft
lips. Sam pecked him back in a childish manner and Dean smiled. He pulled back
and said "open your mouth Sammy". She complied and opened her mouth wide, Dean
smiled at her innocence and pulled her in for another kiss. He slid his tongue
into her waiting mouth and traced it over her teeth, then he tickled her tongue
with his.
Sam pulled back laughing and said "Dee it tickles", Dean smiled and crashed
their lips together again, this time a little rough. He grabbed her tight and
pounded his tongue in and out of her mouth, tongue fucking her face.
The steamy kiss lasted a few minutes then he pulled back panting. Sam said "You
are gonna kiss Cassie like this?", Dean noticed a hint of jealousy in Sam's
voice. Is Sam really jealous or is he delusional?
Dean smirked, hoping Sam's really jealous and asked "Why? You don't want me
to?". Sam said "Just curious, you are gonna tell me everything right?". Dean
said "Everything" he smiled and gave her a little peck on the lips, then left.
*********************************************
Dean had no intention of kissing anybody else, if Cassie makes a move he would
just have to push her away. It's better for both of them if she keeps her
distance. He would make sure he doesn't need to insult her, he thought he would
just spend most of his time with his friends and keep his distance from Cassie.
The night went by with him ignoring Cassie, she asked him to dance on slow
songs but he said he wasn't in the mood. Cassie took the hint and only asked
him to dance on the fun songs. He danced with her on all the fun songs.
He had a platonic fun night, more than he expected. Cassie was a nice girl,
probably they could be good friends but nothing more than that.
The night went by, Dean was crowned prom king and Abaddon, prom queen.
He dropped Cassie at her place and she tried one more time by inviting him in.
He felt sorry for her, but he had no intention of losing his virginity to
anybody but Sam. He politely said "Cassie, I like you but my dad doesn't
approve me of dating anybody who is not royalty. You know how it is, if I come
in with you then that would be headlines tomorrow morning. I am sorry but I
can't". Cassie was shockingly understanding, she just hugged him and said "I
understand Dean, I hope we could be friends at least". Dean said "We are
friends" he smiled and left.
Dean was dying to go back to Sammy and spend his night with her.
***** Control *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean controls his urges.
Dean came back to the palace, it was already late. He assumed Sam was asleep,
so he just stripped down to his boxers and quietly sneaked into Sam's room.
He laid next to her, with her back facing his chest. He slipped an arm around
her waist and gently pulled her closer so that their bodies were pressed
together.
He buried his face in her hair and smelled her in.
Sam shifted and turned to face Dean, she said "What took you so long?". Dean
smirked and said "I am the new prom king". Sam looked least bit interested and
she just asked "Did you kiss her?".
Dean noticed her pouty curiosity, he felt a hint of pleasure, thinking that
Sammy maybe jealous.
He couldn't control his shit eating grin and asked "Why Sammy? What difference
would it make?". Sam was not smiling at all, she just narrowed her eyes at him
and gazed.
Dean said "I danced, I ate, I had fun, that's it. I didn't kiss her". Sam
looked confused and asked "Why not? You were practicing to kiss her, weren't
you?". Dean asked "Why? Did you want me to?". Sam said "Um well I don't know, I
guess I just wanted to know, how you felt, if you kissed her?".
Dean looked at her for a while and said "Do you wanna feel it again? you want
me to kiss you again?". Sam just looked at him and said "I know how it felt
when you and I kissed, I liked it, you are my big brother so of course I liked
it, but I just wanted to know how it feels when we kiss someone romantically,
like mom and dad or like in the movies".
Dean felt a flash of anger and frustration at the thought of him and Sam not
being romantic. He couldn't bare Sam wanting to kiss other people. The only
person allowed to touch Sam, kiss Sam, Fuck Sam was him.
Sam was his.
Only his.
He pulled Sam closer and said "Sammy, when I kiss you, it means I love you.
Other people don't care about us, no one will ever love you as much as I".
Sammy smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, her lean arms strangled him
and she said. "I know Dean and I love you too jerk". Dean said "Bitch", then
the hugged and laid like that.
Sammy was asleep after a while, but Dean was still awake. His insecurities
covering his features. He thought, he could get rid of other people loving
Sammy, but what if Sam falls in love with someone? What is he gonna do then?
He shrugged the thoughts away, he wasn't gonna let that happen. Sammy loves him
and she will only love him, in any form.
He pulled her closer in a possessive grip and fell asleep holding her.
********************************************
Next morning Dean woke up with Sam sprawled half on top of him, he smiled at
the tiny little frame, holding him in an octopus grip. He combed his fingers
through her soft shoulder length hair and kissed her forehead. Then he slowly
swirled his thumb over her lower lip, her lips twitched.
He loved playing with her sleeping body, teasing her parts and trying to get a
reaction out of her. It was his favourite pass time.
He played with her lips, eyelashes, her tiny little nose, then he got a bit
bolder and slipped his hands inside her panties. He gently caressed her ass
cheeks, feeling the soft and supple skin under his palm.
His hands glided towards her front, smoothly from her ass to the cleavage
between her thighs and her pussy. He dipped his thumb into the fold and gently
rubbed with feather light touches. The feeling was incredible.
Then he got a bit bolder and cupped the mound of her pussy. He kept his hand
there for what felt like an eternity. He wanted so desperately to dip his
finger in her pussy. Maybe his cock.
But he couldn't, so he just pulled himself away from her, using all his
strength and walked into the bathroom.
He jerked off hard in the shower.
*******************************************
This is how Dean would get his satisfaction. He would gently touch Sammy,
gentle enough to be discrete and then jerk off to that memory.
*********************************************
A few years passed and now Sammy was twelve and she recently hit puberty. Her
bony structure turned curvy, her ass acquired more suppleness and her breasts,
god it was almost impossible for Dean to stay away from her breasts.
Dean would search for chances to touch her breasts 'Accidently'. He would hug
her like thousand times a day, fake wrestle with her, tickle her just to feel
her up.
Dean was seventeen now and extremely desperate. He still saved himself for his
Sammy, but after Sam popped a couple of fine tits, it was getting even more
hard to control. He just wanted to bury his aching, angry red cock inside his
baby sister.
Sam on the other hand was completely oblivious to her big brother's intentions.
They were closer than normal siblings so she didn't really notice the stolen
touches and occasional kisses.
*********************************************
One morning Sam got up and went to her bathroom to shower when she noticed,
that her body wash bottle was empty. She thought she could borrow it from Dean,
or she could just shower in Dean's bathroom. He won't mind.
She went to Dean's room and saw he was sprawled on the bed in his boxers.
They weren't sleeping together anymore, because John thought it would be
inappropriate because Sam was not a little kid anymore. She was a bit
disappointed, she loved it when she had Dean's reassuring body next to her. She
felt safe.
Dean was furious though, he wanted to punch John when he said that Sam should
sleep in her own room. But he didn't say anything, he couldn't. He just buried
his frustration at the moment.
But that didn't stop him, he would still tip toe to Sammy's room, quietly in
the middle of the night and gently fondle her. Then he would pull himself half
heartedly from Sam and come back to his room.
But obviously Sam didn't know that. Dean was very careful and discrete.
She saw Dean was asleep so she quietly entered his bathroom and started the
shower.
Dean woke up at the sound of the shower running and wondered who is using his
bathroom. He got up and walked to the bathroom door, he pressed his ears to the
door and heard soft voice singing cheesy songs.
He smiled as he recognized that it was his chick flicky little sister.
But then he suddenly realized that Sam is showering in his bathroom. Sam is
naked in his bathroom.
She's naked.
Dean's cock showed an interesting twitch at the thought.
Sam is standing at the same place where he jerks off everyday thinking about
her. The water from the shower is rolling down her neck, over her breasts and
nipples. God her breasts must be so shiny from body wash and water. Then the
stream of water would be washing her pussy clean and glide over her legs, down
to the floor. The same floor where the water from his cock falls after he
washes his cum.
Dean thought God Sammy, you wanna kill me.
Dean's cock was now straining against his boxers, he pulled it out and wrapped
his hands around it. He gently stroked it at first thinking about Sam's naked
body and all her holes then he increased pace, fucking his hands. The things he
could do to her, mere thought pushed him to the edge and he came. He bit his
lips hard to stop himself from screaming Sam's name.
He cleaned his stomach and hands with a handkerchief and threw it in the
laundry basket. Then he quietly slipped under his covers and pretended to
sleep.
Sam came out of the bathroom wearing a towel and walked out to go to her own
room to get dressed.
Dean kept his eyes shut inside the covers and stayed stiff. He was still hazy
from his orgasm but the idea of her being naked was enough to harden his cock
again. He was trying his best to not jump her bones and fuck her then and
there.
***** Never *****
A few days later, John and Mary went to a party at the ministry for discussion
of new deals and public appearance.
Dean and Sam were home alone. Dean was sitting on the couch watching TV when
Sam entered the hall, with a huge bowl of potato chips and a glass of mango
smoothie.
She sat next to Dean and he shifted, To adjust his pants, which were too tight
because of her closeness.
He shrivelled his nose to cover up his desires and said "Smoothie? Really?".
Sam threw a bitchface at him and said "Better than your beer".
Dean's jaw dropped in shock and he said "You didn't". Sam smirked, he continued
"You don't insult my beer, bitch". Sam said "Jerk, smoothies are way better
than beer. Beer tastes weird".
Dean got up in a jerk, hearing this and said "Alright that's it young woman, I
am gonna teach you how to drink".
Sam narrowed her eyes and said "No way Dean, I am too young". Dean smirked and
said "You are never too young for beer" and went to the fridge to get a six
pack.
He sat back on the couch next to her and with a goofy grin said "We're gonna
play, I never". Sam said "Can I play, drinking smoothie".
Dean just narrowed his eyes and gazed at her.
Sam said "Alright, alright lets do this".
*********************************************
Dean opened two bottles and passed one to Sam, he grinned and said "Don't be a
lightweight Sammy". Sam pulled her tongue out at him and took the bottle.
Sam: I never had whiskey.
Dean sipped.
Sam asked in shock, "When did you have whiskey?", Dean said "Oh Sammy, you no
nothing about me". Sam just rolled her eyes.
Dean: I never, kissed a boy.
Sam sipped, shrivelling her nose and said "Ewww gross, beer sucks".
Dean's face lost it's complexion, he felt extremely anxious, he just stared at
Sam and asked in a slight hint of anger, "When did you kiss a boy?".
Sam smirked and winked at him, "Aren't you a boy?".
Dean's face lightened up hearing this, Sam considers kissing him not just like
a brother.
Dean couldn't control his stupidly adorable grin. He blushed. Not that he would
ever admit it.
Sam: I never had sex.
Dean didn't drink.
Sam was shocked at this, she said "Dude, you are seventeen and the hottest guy
in the school. How come you never got laid?".
Only thing that Dean heard is that, Sam thinks he's the hottest guy in school.
He is not blushing, not at all. Oh come on.
Dean just said "I don't care about them".
Sam grinned and said "Are you saving yourself for marriage? Wanna keep yourself
pure?". Dean just smacked her arm and rolled his eyes.
Dean: I have never watched porn.
Dean sipped.
Sam reluctantly brought the bottle up to her lips and took a tiny sip.
Dean laughed loudly "Oh my baby girl is old enough for porn", Sam smacked him
and said "Shut up jerk". Dean continued his shit eating grin and said "Things I
find out about you bitch. God, I love this game".
Sam: I have never been in love.
Dean's smile vanished and he looked up at her, a slight frustration covering
his features. He took a sip.
Sam stared at him with his eyes and mouth wide open and asked "You have been in
love? With whom?".
Dean didn't know what to say, he couldn't tell her the truth. He couldn't say
that he is in love with his baby sister, he is in love with the girl he
practically raised. He is in love with Sam. His Sammy.
Instead he just said Sunny Leone with a ridiculous grin, trying to hide his
pain.
Sam said "Lame".
Dean just stared at her from under his eyelashes.
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A few beers later, Sam was half unconscious on the couch.
Dean picked her up, bridal style and carried her upstairs to lay her on the
bed.
He laid her on her back and Sam tried to sit up. She fumbled, saying "Lets
finish the game Dee, I am having fuunnn" she laughed stupidly. Dean smiled and
said "You are drunk Sammy, get some rest".
Sam said "No, no..." and passed out on the bed. Dean smiled and said under his
breath "Huh, lightweight" and was about to turn to leave.
Just then he noticed that her tank top has rolled up a bit as she fell back on
the bed. Her cream coloured belly was exposed in front of Dean's eyes.
His mouth watered at the sight, he thought about how it would feel to lick the
smooth skin, swirl his tongue around her belly button, dip his tongue in her
belly button.
And just like that, his little bastard is hard, son of a bitch doesn't know
control at all.
He wanted to leave right now, he wanted to get away from that sinful sight. He
tried to lift his legs to walk away but he was frozen, he couldn't move. Only
thing that seemed possible to do was touch the delicate, cloud soft body, that
laid like an offering in front of him.
He would just touch her stomach lightly and feel her up a bit, then he would
leave.
He gently touched the palm of his right hand over her belly button and cupped
lightly. He thought "Oh god, she is so soft". Then he dipped his index finger
into her belly button and tickled lightly. Her stomach shivered under his touch
and a light moan left her lips.
She moaned.
SHE ACTUALLY MOANED.
But the best part is that she didn't wake up.
Dean thought, "What else can she sleep through?".
He pushed her top further up, and left it just below the mounds of her breasts.
Her entire pale stomach was exposed, just for his eyes.
Only his.
He caressed her stomach and waist using both her hands and then he bended to
rub his cheeks over the supple skin. Her stomach felt so soft against his
shaved cheeks.
He buried his nose in her skin and took a deep breath, taking in her smell. He
looked up at her face from below his eyelashes and saw she was still fast
asleep, except for the occasional moans.
He got a bit bolder and swiped his tongue gently over her stomach, from just
above her shorts to the bottom of her breasts. She tasted so good, so yummy,
better than pie, better than beer. She tasted like sex.
She was still asleep and Dean wondered, what else he could get away with. He
slowly climbed on top of her and spread her legs wide. He sat between her legs.
He hesitated for a moment, fearing what might happen if she wakes up. But she
is drunk and passed out, she is not waking up before morning.
So with all his courage, he pushes the top further up, over her breasts,
exposing two perfectly cone shaped, cream coloured tits.
Dean's cock was gonna explode now if he didn't take care of it.
He pushed his guilt and fear down and pulled Dean's shorts off. He watched the
tiny little, pink fuckhole, so delicate and made to be fucked. He thought how
amazing it would feel wrapped around his angry red, little bastard. He pulled
body lotion from the bedside drawer and put a generous amount over her virgin
pussy.
He used his finger to spread it over her soft and delicate pussy with almost no
pubic hair. Guess she is still too young.
Dean spread body lotion over his burning hot cock and lined it with her
fuckhole. As soon as the head touched the wet skin, he felt shivers in his
body. He slowly sank inside, rolling his hips to move forward.
It was so fuckin' tight, his baby sister was chocking his poor cock. Her hole
was squeezing precum out of his dick.
He pushed in harder as she whined in her sleep. He was all the way in now and
he stopped.
He laid his head on her breasts and breathed for a while. He closed his eyes
and felt her warm, wet and extremely tight pussy clenching tightly around his
throbbing erection.
He has never felt this way before, this is the greatest sin, the most dooming
temptation, but he doesn't care. It's the best thing he has ever felt.
God Sammy.
He lifted his head a bit to see if there is any sign of consciousness. But to
his luck, there wasn't. Sam was totally out of it and Dean knew this was
probably the only chance he would get, so he would make the best of it.
He covered her areola with his mouth and swirled his tongue over her nipples.
He licked her perky nubs, with kitten soft licks. She moaned and that
encouraged Dean even more.
He started suckling her nipples while his cock was still buried deep inside her
pussy. As Sam continued to moan, the sounds went straight to his cock.
He needs more friction, he needs to fuck her, he needs to cum inside her.
Then he started thrusting his cock again and again inside her pussy, fucking
her hard. It felt incredible.
Her pussy was grabbing his cock tightly and wasn't letting go. Just this
thought was pushing him to the edge and he came deep inside her, biting his
lips.
He thrusted his cum as deep as it would go inside her.
He only wishes that maybe someday he could actually scream Sam's name while Sam
screams his.
***** Prom *****
Chapter Summary
     It's time for Sam's junior prom.
Dean stayed buried inside his Sammy for a while. He laid hhis head on her
breasts and closed his eyes, her warm, soft body made him feel complete.
After a while he pulled out, went to the bathroom and got a washcloth. He
cleaned her cunt, removed his sign of existence and threw the washcloth in the
laundry basket.
He was extremely disappointed by this, he didn't wanna remove his cum from her
body. He wanted Sam to keep his seeds inside, he wanted to fill her up with his
babies.
But all he could do was pull himself away from her, and get out of the room.
Life sucks.
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A year later Dean was in college now and was studying mechanical engineering,
he loved studying about engines and stuff so he decided to pursue this field of
engineering. He always wanted to be a mechanic, but he couldn't because he was
gonna have responsibilities of the king in future. He didn't mind it, as long
as Sam was by his side he could handle anything.
Sam was thirteen now and it was time for her to junior prom and Mark asked her
to go with him, Sam agreed.
That evening she came home excited and ran towards Dean's room to tell him that
one of the hottest guys asked her out for prom.
Dean was working on his engineering project when Sam barged in. She said "Dee,
you won't believe who asked me out for prom". Dean almost forgot about prom, as
she reminded him, the idea of his sister going with someone else was getting on
his nerves.
He asked, trying to control his anger "Who?", she said "Mark, he is the captain
of the junior lacrosse team, he is so hot. He asked me in front of all the
cheerleaders. You should've seen Danneel and Genevieve's faces, they were so
jealous".
Dean was least interested in hearing about Sam's new hottest guy. He was Sam's
hottest guy.
He said "Great, have fun" and went back to working on his project.
For the next few days Dean ignored Sam and she noticed it. She didn't know what
was wrong with Dean but she was worried.
One day she cornered him and asked "What's going on with you?". Dean pretended
like he has no idea what she's talking about and asked "What?". She asked "Why
are you ignoring me?", Dean said "Don't flatter yourself Sam, I am not ignoring
you. I am just busy".
She threw a bitchface and said "Busy my ass, and since when do you call me Sam.
You are definitely pissed at me".
Dean yelled at her "Fine I am pissed at you, so what?", he gazed daggers at her
and her eyes watered.
She looked at him with her doe puppy dog eyes for a while and then started
sobbing. Dean immediately felt guilty about yelling and pulled her in for a
hug. He said "I am sorry, I am not pissed, just busy". He rubbed her back until
her sobs calmed down.
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As prom night was approaching, Dean's insecurities were too. He needed to
somehow stop Sam from going with someone else, he couldn't risk Sam having sex
with some stupid Mark, whatever.
He was working his brains off to find out a way to ruin Sam's prom night
without getting noticed. Then a plan clicked in his head.
He went to his dad's room and from John's stash, pulled out a packet of
cigarettes.
But he was gonna wait till prom day, so that Sammy doesn't have enough time to
look for another date.
On the afternoon of prom he discretely went to the playground and slipped the
pack of cigarettes into Mark's bag.
Later that evening Dean called Mark's landline, hoping one of his parents would
pick up.
Mark's dad picked up the phone, Mr. Pellegrino was one of the most scariest
dads one could ever have. Dean was so glad he picked up. Dean said "Hey Mr.
Pellegrino, I am a friend of Mark's. I gave my math notebook to him a few days
ago and I need it back. I know he is busy getting ready for prom, so do you
mind looking for the notebook so that I can come and get it". Mr. Pellegrino
said "Sure" and left the receiver down without hanging up as he opened Mark's
bag.
Dean was keenly listening to any kind of sound from the other side of the
phone. It was quiet for a while, then a loud scream "MARK". Dean hung up and
laughed hard holding his stomach. He couldn't believe it actually worked, now
there was no way in hell Mr. Pellegrino was letting Mark go to the prom.
Mission Accomplished.
Sam was getting ready for her first dance, she wore a chiffon light pink string
dress, her hair was tied up in a messy bun, revealing her pale and swan like
long neck. She looked gorgeous.
Dean came to her room and leaned against the door, he just stared at her for a
while. Savouring her beauty.
She noticed him and smiled. She swirled around in her dress and asked "So? How
do I look?". Dean said honestly "Most beautiful thing I have ever seen".
Sam smirked and said "I know jerk, I am the hottest". Dean's eyes were still
roaming all over her body as he said "You are, bitch".
His gaze broke as Sam's phone rang. She picked it up and a moment later he
noticed her smile fade away. As she turned sadder, he felt a guilty pleasure
and smirked at his smartness.
Sam hung up and looked up at Dean with a kicked puppy look. Dean went closer to
her and acted oblivious, he cupped her neck and asked "What is it Sammy?". She
said "Mark is not coming, he is grounded".
Dean used all his strength to control his maniac laughter and asked "What?
Why?". Sam said "His dad got cigarettes from his bag. He doesn't even smoke,
probably one of his friends played prank on him".
Dean tried to sound empathic and said "I am sorry Sam, what are you gonna do
now?". Sam said "I don't know, my first prom is ruined" her eyes watered. Dean
pulled her close for a hug and said "Hey hey, don't cry, I understand it
matters a lot to you. So I think I am gonna take you there".
Sam pulled back and looked at him in shock "But Dee, don't you have project
work to do?". Dean sighed and said "I do but I don't wanna hear you whine about
prom all night, so lets just get it over with". Sam smiled and hugged him close
"Thank you Dee, you are the best big brother ever".
Dean smirked.
He is.
***** Needs *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean takes Sam to the prom.
Dean was so excited to take Sammy to the prom, he got dressed in his best
tuxedo and spiked his hair to look even more sexy.
He walked her to the Impala and opened the door for her. Sam raised her
eyebrows looking at him and said "That's so gentlemanly of you, my prince".
Dean's face got covered in his goofy shit eating grin, hearing this and he said
"Anything for you princess" and got in the car.
They were looking beautiful together, sexiest couple at the prom. But Sammy
wasn't gonna slow dance with him, he is her friggin' brother. But this didn't
discourage Dean, maybe while dancing he could just cut in the middle and Sam
won't be able to deny him one dance. He is optimistic.
Sam danced with her friends on all the fun dancing tracks, Dean danced with
them too. They had so much fun together. But then the slow romantic songs
started, everyone joined their dates to dance and eventually kiss. Dean was
just standing next to Sam, trying to figure out a way to ask her and make it
sound platonic. But before Dean could ask anything, Sam whined "Man, this song
is so cheesy, I might throw up". Dean laughed and said "Come on" and pulled her
to dance.
He couldn't hold her too close, there were too many people who were
specifically taking pictures of the prince and the princess dancing together.
He wanted to though, it was really hard to control himself when she smelled so
good. He just wanted to slip his hand in the string of her dress and pull. He
wants to fuck her again.
It's been so long since the last time he fucked her, he tried to convince her
to drink more but she hates the taste of alcohol.
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After a few dances, Dean stood on the sides doing jello shots, while Sam danced
with her friends.
Oh god he was so desperate, he needed to have sex with his baby sister.
There were like twenty girls eyeing Dean all night, but he was just not
interested. He danced with them but he couldn't care less about them. It felt
like, if Dean lets them, they would just rip their clothes off to have Dean in
their panties. But only panty Dean wanted to get in was Sam's.
He needed something, anything. If only she would agree to drink.
The middle school kids managed to get their hands on a few bottles of vodka.
Dean thought, if he could somehow get one shot in Sam's system, she would be
jacked.
So Dean decided to start drinking game. He announced "Guys, lets play a
drinking game. Winner gets to kiss the prom queen or king or both, I don't
judge". Everybody cheered.
Everybody started doing shots and Dean couldn't believe there were so many
lightweights. He eyed Sam from the corner of his eyes as she laughed and
cheered her friends. After a few rounds of watching people throw up he walked
over to Sam and said "Hey you should try", Sam threw him a 'go fuck yourself
face' and said "You nuts? I hate alcohol". Dean said "Oh come on. Who wants Sam
to drink?". Everybody screamed and cheered "Yayyy Sam drink".
Dean smirked and said "Well now you have to". Sam shrugged and said "You owe
me" and moved to sit on the stool to get her shots.
Two shots later she started feeling dizzy, Dean stood close to her and rubbed
her back. She looked up at him and said "Dee I am not feeli..." she fainted.
Dean caught her before she could fall on the ground and carried her bridal
style. He said "Sorry guys, she is such a lightweight. You guys continue your
game, have fun". Everyone nodded and smiled looking at him and continued their
game, as he turned to walk out of there.
He carried her to the car and put her on the passenger seat. She was completely
out of it.
Dean got in the car and sat on the driver's seat, he looked at her and smirked.
Yeah, he is getting it tonight.
Finally.
***** Blood *****
Dean drove the Impala to the palace, the grin never leaving his face during the
ride.
When they reached the palace, he parked the car and looked at his pleasure toy,
lying unconscious and clueless next to him. He smirked then opened the driver's
side door and got out of the car.
He opened the passenger's side door and carried Dean inside, bridal style. It
was so easy, their parents weren't home and there was no one to question Dean's
innocent looking intentions.
He carried his Sammy upstairs to his bedroom and laid her on his bed. He stared
at her for a few minutes, she is so beautiful. The lights from the streetlight
was making her skin glow like an angel in the dark room.
His mom always said 'Angels are watching over you' whenever she tucked him in
bed, when he was a kid. He thought, he is the one watching over his beautiful
angel.
A part of him felt that it is wrong, he shouldn't do it. Sammy trusts him more
than anybody else. He is the one who should be protecting his little sister,
but it looks like she needs protection from him. He felt guilty.
But then he realized that he is not hurting Sam, he is gonna make Sam feel so
good. He raised Sam, he protected her all his life, he is the one who carried
her out from the prom. Who knows what would have happened if some group of
gruff boys got a hold of delicate little Sammy? What if they hurt her? What if
they raped her?
The thought of raping Sammy made his cock ache.
He unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. He loosened his tie then pulled it
off, then he removed his coat and shirt.
He wants it, he deserves it, he is gonna get it.
He took his pants and boxers off and climbed up on top of still dressed Sammy.
He slid his fingers behind her neck and unknotted the string of her dress. Then
he pulled it down and removed it.
She was wearing baby doll pink net bra and matching panties, which were doing
absolutely nothing to hide her private parts. He removed her panties and
unclipped the front of her bra.
Her breasts sprung free and his mouth watered at the sight. The lights from
outside were clinging to the creamy white, perfectly cone shaped tits. He laid
his head on her breasts and pressed his cheeks on her nipples, he said softly
"I need it Sammy, please let me have it. I love you, I will always protect you,
I will do whatever you want, just let me have this". He raised his head and
looked up at Sam's still unconscious face.
He covered her areola with his mouth and kitten licked her nipples. It's been
so long since he last tasted her, her hard nipples felt overwhelming under his
tongue. He took one of her nipples between his teeth and bit gently, looking at
her face from below his eyelashes. She didn't make any sound.
Then he pulled away from her nipples and went down until his face was directly
over her pussy.
He pulled her folds apart to reveal her beautiful pink little fuckhole. He
swiped his tongue over her clit waiting for a response, but there wasn't any.
She was out cold.
He felt disappointed by her, unresponsiveness and slid his cock inside her tiny
little pussy without any preparation. He pushed in her till he was balls deep
inside her.
Then he pulled out, until only the head of his cock was inside, then he pounded
back in. He continued his thrusts harder and harder expecting to get a groan
out of her. But she didn't.
She didn't make a sound or moan or squirm, this was annoying him very much so
he decided to go as hard as he could.
He held her hips and used all of his body strength to abuse her thirteen year
old delicate little pussy.
She whined in pain and the sound went straight to Dean's cock and he came deep
inside her. He pulled out and lifted her hips to watch his cum seep out of her
pussy.
Something was wrong, his cum was dark. He reached out for the lamp and turned
it on.
It was blood, she was bleeding, he made her bleed.
He felt a flash of guilt and panic run through his veins, how could he hurt his
Sammy? his delicate little Sammy.
But the next moment his guilt turned into a sense of guilty pleasure. He gave
her, her first period.
He watched her delicate little abused fuckhole as the blood mixed with cum
seeped out. Then he pulled himself away from her and went to the bathroom to
get a wet towel.
He cleaned her up and carried her to her room, then he slowly put her bra,
panty and her string dress back on her. Then he put a blanket over her and
left.
He came back to his room put the towel and the bed sheet in the laundry basket.
He spread fresh sheets and laid on the bed. He felt bad about hurting her, but
now his baby sister was truly a woman.
***** Innocent Pleasure *****
Next morning Dean woke up early but just laid on the bed for about an hour
thinking about last night. He took a deep breath remembering the feeling of his
baby sister spread out under him. She looked so beautiful and vulnerable and
completely at his mercy. He jerked off to the memory.
After that he went to the bathroom to take a shower. He stood under the hot
stream of water and thought about his actions. He was way to rough on Sam, she
is the most delicate girl he has ever seen and it was his job to keep her safe.
But he lost his mind and made his decisions using his downstairs brain.
He decided that two shots of vodka was too much for lightweight Sammy, so next
time they are gonna stick to beer. That way it would be easier to get a moan
out of her.
Just the thought about fucking her next time, pushed him to the edge and he was
hard again, in a jiffy.
He wrapped his palm and fingers around his cock and started stroking. He
thought about how it would feel to fuck Sammy during her periods, her pussy
would be extremely sensitive and soft. It would be slick with blood all the
time. He would pound into her extra delicate pussy and his cock would get
covered in blood, then he would cum deep inside her.
It was a different kind of pleasure that came from the thought of his cum
mixing with her blood. Thinking about this made his entire body spasm, his
orgasm started to build as his finger tips and toe tips started tingling. He
came squeezing his hands into fists as he felt guilty about getting off using
such a filthy thought. But god it was worth it, the dirty thought gave him, one
of his most intense orgasm.
He punched his fist on the shower wall.
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He came downstairs and started to prepare omelettes for himself and Sammy. He
placed two plates on the dining table and decided to wake Sammy up.
Just when he turned to go upstairs he saw Sammy coming down. She was already
showered and dressed but looked a bit tired.
Dean smiled and said "Mornin' Sammy", Sam pouted and looked at him with puppy
dog eyes and said "I got my periods". Dean pretended to be surprised and raised
his eyebrows, he said "So you are a girl after all". Sam smacked his arm and
walked to the table.
She sat down and started eating her omelette as Dean joined her.
She said "My stomach hurts, it feels like I was pounded with something and my
groin feels like it has been ripped apart". Dean shrugged and made a grossed
out face saying "Woah Sammy, brother sister boundaries. I am seriously not
interested in knowing about your girly parts". Sam threw a bitchface and
continued eating as Dean adjusted in his seat to hide his rock hard erection.
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After breakfast, they placed the dishes on the sink and Sam said "I am not
going to school today, my stomach hurts too much". Dean rolled his eyes and
said "Fine, princess just sleep and have fun. I have to submit my project today
so I am gonna go, I will try to come home early. Till then try to stay alive"
he smirked. Sam punched him and smiled, she said "Good luck with your project"
and he left.
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That day, Dean didn't waste time with anyone. After his project submission,
Jeremy, Cas, Felicia and his other friends invited him to hang out with them at
the cafeteria but he just said that his sister is sick and his parents are not
home, so he needs to leave. His friends bought chocolates and gave it to Dean
to give it to Sam. Cas said "Tell her we said get well soon", Dean said "Sure
man, thanks" and left.
He reached the palace and saw Sam sprawled on the couch watching Doctor who.
She was holding her stomach and it was clear that she was in extreme pain.
Dean walked to the couch and sat next to her, lifting her legs and resting it
on his lap. He gently stroked her legs with one hand and placed the other hand
over her tummy.
He asked "Still hurting?", Sam just nodded and pouted. Dean said "Come on lets
go upstairs, I will give you a massage and a belly rub, kitten" he smirked and
winked. Sam smiled a pained smile and slowly got up the couch and followed Dean
upstairs.
Dean entered her bedroom and quickly spread a towel on the bed, he brought body
oil from her dresser and asked her to lay down on her tummy. She slowly walked
to the bed and did as she was told.
Dean lifted her top and lowered her shorts a bit so that her waist was exposed.
He traced the smooth and silky skin with his hands then he pulled her legs
apart slightly to sit between them.
He poured a generous amount of oil on his palm and rubbed his hands together to
warm up the oil a bit.
Then he brought his hands down on her waist and started caressing and massaging
gently. His hands slipped under her t-shirt, over her bra and traced the waist
band of her shorts. It was such an amazing feeling that Sam was consensually
letting him touch her.
Then he got a bit bold and asked her "Hey, you know if you take your shirt off
it would be easier for me to massage your back". Sam said "It's fine, just do
my waist".
Dean bit his lips, he felt rage rushing through his nerves as she denied it.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm his anger down a bit. He decided to ask
her again "Come on Sammy, I am doing this to make you feel less pain". Sam
sighed and said "Fine" and got up to pull her t-shirt above her head. She threw
the shirt on the bed and laid back down. Now she was just wearing her bra and
Dean couldn't be happier.
His hands traced all over her back, he couldn't decide where to touch her. He
tried to calm down so that Sammy doesn't realize his intensions. His erection
was now hard enough to cut diamonds and was pressing uncomfortably against his
fly.
Then without thinking, he unclipped her bra.
Sam got up quickly in shock and the bra rolled upwards, exposing the side view
of her tits to Dean. Dean's pupils were blown wide as he saw the cream coloured
breasts hanging and dark perky nipples pointing forwards.
Sam quickly covered her breasts with one hand and tried to pull the bra down
with another hand.
It wasn't working and Dean watched her in amusement as she tried.
Sam yelled at him "What the hell Dean?" still trying. Dean said "Hey I didn't
do it on purpose, your bra's clip is too small. It opened the moment I touched
it".
Great Dean, blame the bra.
Sam rolled her eyes and said "Shut up, now help me clip it back".
Dean took impossibly long to pull the bra down, brushing the back of his hand a
couple of times over the soft and supple flesh. She tried as much as she could
to hide her breasts, but her arms were too thin to cover her huge c-cups.
Finally Dean clipped her bra and said "Wear proper bras Sammy, these are too
unsafe, what if it happened in front of someone else?" sounding like a
concerned big brother. She rolled her eyes and said "Come on, who is gonna give
me a massage besides you?" she smirked and put on her t-shirt.
Dean's cock twitched hearing this, he was amazed at how much his baby sister
trusted him. He just wanted her to stay innocent forever like she is.
Be an innocent little fuck hole for him.
Only him.
***** Crossing Limits *****
A few weeks later, Mark's punishment was over so he decided to take Sam on a
party and make up for bailing on her, on prom day. Maybe finally get laid.
So that day during recess he fixed his shirt, messed his hair a bit and
approached Sam.
He said "Hey Sam, I just wanted to apologize for bailing on you", Sam smiled
and said "It's okay Mark, I went with Dean". Mark said "I am sorry you had to
go to your first prom with your brother", Sam said "My brother is pretty cool,
I had fun". Mark said "Yes of course he is but I wanted to make up for what I
did. Please just... Will you go out with me tonight?". Sam's face lightened up,
she asked "Sure, where?". Mark said "It's my brother Michael's eighteenth
birthday party, everybody is coming. I was wondering if you would go with me,
it's gonna be a late nighter" he smirked and winked and Sam could see what he
meant. She blushed and said "Sounds like fun". He gave her the card and said "I
will pick you up at eight" and left, Sam sighed in pleasure.
She was finally gonna loose her virginity.
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Sam couldn't wait to tell Dean about it, if everyone was coming so probably
Dean got the card too. He would be so jealous to know that she was gonna loose
his virginity before him. She couldn't wait to rub it in his face.
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She entered the palace and stormed into Dean's room, he was watching Speed 2:
Cruise Control on his laptop.
He removed his headphones as Sam said "Guess who is loosing her virginity
tonight". Dean stared at her then smirked and said "Belladonna?", Sam rolled
her eyes and said "Shut up idiot, me". Dean's eyes ripped open and he squeezed
his fingers into a fist as she continued "I am gonna fuck Mark tonight" she
looked so happy and excited. Why can't she be so excited about fucking him?
He forged a smile and said "Great, don't forget to use protection". Sam
shrugged "Don't forge smile, I know you are jealous". Dean froze hearing this,
does she know?
But then Sam said "You are sooo jealous because I am loosing my virginity
first" with a goofy grin pasted on her face.
Dean sighed, he was glad she didn't know. He said "I am not a virgin anymore, I
lost it a few weeks back". Sam's jaw dropped and she punched his arm, saying
"What the fuck jerk, why didn't you tell me?". Dean rubbed his arm and said
"What? I am not gonna discuss my sex life with my friggin' bitch of a sister.
Boundaries Sammy".
Sam threw a bitchface and said "You just wait, I am gonna catch up with you
tonight". Dean said "Yeah, good for you. Only got Mark huh". Sam stared at him
in confusion and said "What is that supposed to mean?". Dean said "Nothing it's
just that Mark is not that hot", Sam punched him again and said "He is hot, you
are just jealous, who did you fuck anyways?". Dean said "Oh please, he is
nothing compared to Amara". Sam's jaw dropped and she said "You fucked Amara.
She's way older than you dude, she is your professor" Dean smirked and said
"She is and I fucked her".
Sam was dumbfounded "Wow dude, you win. I have no idea how you managed that but
good job".
Dean was confident that she would never find out about his lie, she could never
go and ask the professor about this. If he said the name of one of his friends
then nosy Sammy would just go and ask them. Professor was a good choice.
**********************************************
That evening Sam wore a pretty and easy to take off black string dress, she was
gonna go with Mark. Dean was damn pissed at this so he decided to call Lisa and
ask her if she would go with him. Lisa was currently single, so she agreed
quickly.
Sam was ready and was looking absolutely gorgeous for Mark and Dean's blood was
boiling.
There was no way in hell he was gonna let him fuck her, so he did only thing he
could.
He picked up his phone and called Crowley.
A few months back Cas took Dean to a rave party and there they met a guy named
Crowley, selling drugs. He never supported drugs but he had no other choice.
Crowley was the only reliable guy who would sell drugs. Dean couldn't risk
ruining his reputation by buying drugs from unreliable vendors, so he thought
that Crowley was his best option.
So he swallowed his guilt and called Crowley.
***** Soulless Sins *****
Crowley answered saying "King here, how may I help you", Dean rolled his eyes
and said "Crowley, it's Dean". Crowley smirked and said "And what might the
young prince need from me?".
Dean said "You know what".
Crowley said "Meet me in hell in thirty minutes" and hung up.
Hell was a dark alley behind a shady bar.
Dean went there and waited for Crowley to show up.
About twenty minutes later Crowley came and said "So innocent little squirrel
buying from the king of hell. Hahh shocker". Dean said "Shut up Crowley, do you
have it or not?". Crowley smirked and said "I always have it, question is how
much are you willing to pay?". Dean said "How much do you want?".
Crowley bit his lips and said "Since you are a first timer, and I am so
generous, so umm ten roofies for fifty". Dean said "What? You nuts. I ain't
paying fifty". Crowley said "Alright" and turned to walk away.
Dean couldn't let him go, Sam was already at the party. He couldn't risk
anything so he decided to agree and said "Fine".
He bought ten pills and drove straight to the party. Forgetting to pick Lisa
up.
He was already at the party when Lisa called "Hey are you coming or not". Dean
pressed his lips together in embarrassment and said "I am so sorry Lis, I am
already at the party. I had some work nearby, so I came here early. Could you
take a cab?". Lisa sighed and said "Fine" and hung up.
Dean started looking around for Sam in the crowd of dancing teenagers. Mr.
Edlund and his wife, Amara Dean's professor by the way left for their vacation
and let their older son Michael throw his birthday party alone.
It was a hardcore rave party with teens doing tequila shots and smoking weed.
The earthy smell of pot, filling up his lungs as he walked around and looked
for his baby girl.
Then he saw the two of them moving up the stairs. He quickly took two jello
shots and discretely slipped a pill each and climbed up the stairs as fast as
he could.
He called her from behind and she turned, Mark turned as well. Dean smiled and
said "Good luck for your first time" and he offered them the jello shots. Sam
smiled ear to ear seeing Dean so supportive of her and said "Thanks Dee", Mark
smiled too and they both took their shots.
After they finished drinking, they entered the bedroom and closed the door as
Dean stood outside. He wondered how long the pill would take to show it's
effect.
Five minutes later, he couldn't control himself anymore, he looked around to
make sure that everyone was too stoned to notice and turned the knob. He slowly
entered and saw both of them passed out on the bed, half naked.
Guess they couldn't even undress themselves properly.
Dean locked the door behind him and walked towards the bed. He unzipped his fly
and his cock sprung free out of the slit in his boxers.
He pushed Mark to the other side of his professor's king sized bed and climbed
on top of his Sammy.
He took off her clothes completely and lined his cock with her pussy. He looked
down at her face, she looked so innocent and clueless. Dean smirked and said
"Sammy, you are mine. I can't let anyone else have what's mine" and he pushed
in without preparation.
He pounded into her ruthlessly, only thinking about his own pleasure. He looked
down at her neglected breasts and decided to fuck it up.
He leaned downwards and pulled her left nipple between his teeth and bit harder
than he wanted to. Sam whined in pain but he didn't stop. He continued to bite
and scratch her delicate nipple with his teeth and continued to pound into her
pussy.
He lifted his head and looked down at her abused red nipple, he was satisfied
with his masterpiece and decided to fuck up the other one.
He ruined her breasts, covered them in dark purple hickeys and he was sure that
her nipples were gonna hurt like fuck.
He was already close after fucking up her delicate tits, so he increased his
thrusts and came deep inside her pussy, biting back a scream.
He pushed his cum as deep as it would go then pulled out.
He watched his cum seep out of her pussy and wet her thighs.
He grinned at the sight in front of him and tucked his cock back in his pants.
He left Sam in that condition, without cleaning her up. Then he undressed Mark
and laid him next to her, so that it looks like Mark fucked her.
Then he quietly walked to the door and opened it slowly, peeking out to see if
anyone's there.
Everyone was too busy smoking or fucking on the floor, to notice. He discretely
got out of the master bedroom and joined the crowd. A few minutes later Lisa
arrived at the party and joined him. Cas and Meg continued to make out on the
couch as Dean and Lisa smoked Marihuana.
***** Innocent Comforts *****
A few hours later, it was almost dawn and all of them were passed out on the
floor or couch.
Dean was sprawled on the couch on top of Lisa, while Cas was half lying on the
floor with Meg.
Sam woke up and found Mark lying next to her, they were both completely naked.
That's when she noticed the sharp pain in her chest.
She gently touched her nipples and whined at the burning sensation. Mark did
this to her.
She got up from the bed and put on her dress, she couldn't wear her bra it hurt
too much so she put it in her purse and got downstairs.
She found Dean passed out on the couch and assumed he was too stoned to drive
anyways, so she just decided to leave on her own.
*********************************************
A few hours later Dean finally woke up, he shrivelled his nose in
disappointment seeing Lisa, then he remembered Sam.
He jumped and ran upstairs. Everyone woke up hearing his rush.
He opened the master bedroom door and saw Mark sleeping on the bed, alone.
He rushed towards the bed and slapped Mark awake, and yelled "Where's Sam?".
Mark said "Wha..?" scratching his neck.
Dean pushed Mark, back on the bed and ran downstairs, he was now literally
panicking.
He thought What if someone found Sam in naked and drugged condition? What if
someone raped her? ***someone other than him of course***
He rushed out towards the parking lot and saw his baby was still there. He
pulled his phone out and tried Sam's number but she didn't pick up.
Few days ago he turned on Sam's GPS, Not in a stalkery way but in a concerned
big brother way. He was not her stalker. Oh come on.
So he traced her phone at home.
He got home as fast as he could, hoping to find his baby sister there and not
just her phone.
He rushed upstairs and was about to enter her room when he froze.
Sam was standing in front of the mirror, completely naked. It seemed like she
was staring at her abused body and crying.
Dean knocked the already open door and entered. Sam quickly wrapped a towel
around her.
Dean moved closer to her and asked making a clueless face "What's wrong Sam?".
Sam buried her face in Dean's chest and started sobbing hard, "I made a huge
mistake Dee".
Dean gently rubbed her back and tried to control his grin and asked "What
happened?".
Sam continued between sobs "Mark fucked me so hard, my entire body is covered
in bite marks. It hurts so much Dee". She rubbed her face on his chest as he
pulled her closer.
Dean gently guided her to the bed and slowly helped her sit. He said "Take off
your towel".
Sam looked at him in confusion.
Dean threw a bitchface and said "Sammy, I am your big brother, let me see what
that bastard did". Sam nodded and removed the towel.
She sat completely naked in front of Dean as he tried to hide his erection and
the hungry wolf look from his face.
He gently swirled his thumbs over her nipples and she whined in pain, throwing
her head back.
She said "It hurts Dean".
Dean looked at her as she rested her back on the pillow against the headboard.
Dean gently touched her nipples again and said "I will make it better Sammy".
Sam said "My body looks so ruined, it's covered in scratches and bruises. I
feel dirty".
Dean shrivelled his nose in disgust and anger, He wouldn't have done it if only
she would've let him have her. It's her fault. She should've given him what he
wanted his entire life, she should have never thought about being with another
man. He is her one and only man.
He said "I am sorry it happened Sammy" and gently fondled her breasts.
Sam said "I wanted my first time to be special, but I got raped". She started
crying again. Dean hugged her tight pressing his chest against her aching
breasts. She whined "Aahhh Dean it hurts".
Dean pulled away and said "Let me make it better Sammy", then without warning
he covered his mouth over her areola.
Sam was shocked at this but it felt so good, his wet mouth was soothing the
burning sensation of her nipples. She moaned and said "Dean you shouldn't...
ah". Dean pulled back slightly, a thin string of spit joining her nipples to
his mouth. He spoke while his lips gently rubbed against her nipples "Saliva
will soothe your pain Sammy, I am your big brother, it's my job to take care of
you, so let me".
Sam didn't say anything else, she was convinced with Dean's 'innocent'
intentions and just leaned back.
Dean continued gently suckling and licking her nipples as she moaned and
relaxed under his touch, feeling safe.
After a while Dean felt a bit more bold and slowly slipped his fingers between
her folds.
Sam jerked her eyes open and sat up, looking at him in confusion.
Dean said "Does it hurt there as well?".
Sam said "Yeah, but I think I feel better now. I am gonna put on some clothes"
she got up from the bed and covered herself with the towel.
Dean felt cock blocked but he didn't wanna risk anything so he decided to go to
his room and jerk off.
He got up from the bed and started walking towards the door when Sam called her
from behind.
He turned and Sam said "Thanks Dee, I really liked it. I feel much better now".
Dean nodded and turned to leave.
As soon as he got out of the room he couldn't control his grin anymore.
She liked it.
She fuckin' liked it.
***** Sins and Temptations *****
Sammy never told anyone about Mark because she knew it would cause so much
controversy about her family. People were just aching for a piece of gossip
about the royal family.
Dean knew Sammy would never risk her family's reputation so he never worried
about leaving his cum inside her.
Days passed by and Dean fucked Sam by getting her drunk. He never tried to drug
her again, he didn't want to risk her health until it was an emergency.
Sam kept her distance from Mark and the poor guy had no idea what he did to get
ignored by Sam like that.
Sam stayed lonely and depressed most of the time at school, she felt
comfortable only around Dean. She felt at home under Dean's warm and comforting
touch.
She thought about that night all the time, after that son of a cunt hurt her,
Dean was so gentle with her. He gently licked her nipples and his wet touch
took all the pain away.
She wanted him to touch her again, she wanted him to touch more than just her
nipples.
She wanted Dean to fuck her.
What kind of sick fuck wants to fuck their own blood? If Dean finds out about
her intentions he would probably run for the hills.
But she needed it, she wanted Dean to make love to her, she wanted him to say
sweet nothings in her ears. She wanted Dean to wake up next to her every
morning like they did when they were little, just without clothes.
She thought about telling Dean about her feelings, but then she thought, it
would kill her if she loses him.
So she kept her feelings buried inside and thought about trying to seduce him.
**********************************************
That night Sam completely made up her mind to change Dean thoughts about stupid
brother sister boundaries and personal space. She was gonna end his incest
phobia.
*********************************************
Next morning Sam pulled her adorable puppy dog eyes and approached Dean, she
said "Dee I am still not over what happened that night, I think I need a
vacation. Lets go somewhere, just you and I".
Dean's face lightened up and he said "Sure Sammy, lets go to Hawaii". Sam was
glad Dean agreed so easily, it's like he wanted it too.
Oh she wishes he wanted it too.
********************************************
In Hawaii, Sam wore her tiniest bikini and exposed her breasts as much as she
could in front of Dean. She would get wet in the sea and flaunt her pokey
nipples to Dean.
She noticed on several occasions that Dean was staring at her breasts. She knew
he could see the dark of her areola through the thin fabric.
That night she decided to wear nothing but an extremely thin threadbare t-shirt
for watching TV with Dean.
They cuddled on the couch and watched Doctor who as she pressed her breasts for
the millionth time against his chest.
She noticed he pulled her closer and touched her every chance he got. Maybe
mission successful, maybe he wants her too.
Later that night, they decided to go for a walk. When they were walking along
the beach side by side, suddenly Sam turned and blocked his way.
Dean looked confused as Sam spoke "Dee I wanna say something to you", Dean said
"What is it Sammy?".
Sam took a deep breath and said "Dean after what happened that night, I figured
there is no one I could trust. I thought Mark was a good guy but... I realized
that you are the only guy I could trust. I... I love you Dee". Dean smiled and
said "I love you too Sammy".
Sam bit her lips and said "I mean... I am in... I am in love with you" she
looked down and closed her eyes waiting for a punch maybe.
Dean couldn't believe his ears, his eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped
hearing this. His doll was in love with him, his angel loved him back.
He couldn't believe whether he was dreaming or he died and was in heaven.
He gently cupped Sam face and she opened her eyes. They stared at each other
for what seemed like an eternity and then crashed their lips together.
Dean gently swiped his tongue over her lower lip and she opened at once. He
took the opportunity and thrusted his tongue inside her mouth, tracing every
inch of her mouth.
He pulled her close, pressing her breasts against his chest as he continued to
explore each other's mouth.
They pulled away panting and Dean said "You wanna umm... ", Sam smirked and
said "Take my virginity away in the truest sense, show me how good it feels".
Dean didn't have to be told twice, he picked Sam up and carried her inside.
He threw her on the couch and tore her clothes apart, then he pulled some body
lotion and poured it all over her wet pussy. He said "I am gonna make you mine,
baby girl" and pushed his finger in.
Sam moaned at the unknown amazing feeling, she said "Fuck me Dee, I want your
cock in me, fuck me hard".
Dean thrusted three fingers in her pussy hearing this and said "Oh I will
Sammy", then he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and into her hole.
She squirmed and whined at the emptiness of her pussy and yelled "Dee please".
Dean didn't waste another moment and thrusted his thick cock in her pussy.
She moaned at the stretch of her delicate little pussy as Dean continued to
pound into her.
He finger fucked her ass side by side as he fucked her pussy.
He sucked her nipples and she raised her chest towards his mouth.
Dean laughed and said "Look at you, so beautiful, getting fucked by me". He
continued sucking and licking as he fucked both her holes.
Sam moaned and came screaming his name as he hit her A-spot over and over
again. The sound of his name coming out of his baby sister's mouth pushed him
to the edge and he came deep inside her, pushing his cum as far inside as it
would go.
The stayed like that for what felt like hours, holding each other with Dean's
cock inside her pussy and his head resting on her breasts.
Dean still couldn't believe it worked out so easily. He got what he wanted his
entire life, Sam was his, she trusted him, she loved him.
She was never gonna find out what he did.
He was glad he fucked her so hard that night, he couldn't believe his sin
turned into his greatest temptation.
Sam was his.
***** The lucky one... The only one *****
They kept their affair a secret.
They couldn't risk their parents finding out and sending Sam to some boarding
school.
They were waiting for the day when Dean became the king, then he could easily
claim Sammy and no one could do anything about it.
Till then they would enjoy each other in private.
*
Every night, when the king and queen were asleep, Dean would quietly sneak into
Sam's room.
He would wake sleeping Sammy up and fuck her hard, until she passed out again.
Then he would fuck her some more. He would fill her up with cum, up to the brim
and plug the cum inside.
He wanted to make Sammy pregnant so badly, but he knew it wasn't gonna happen
because Sam was on pills. But it didn't stop him from filling her up.
He would suck on her breasts while she would moan around the bright red ball
gag, Dean bought just for her.
Dean would rub his cock all over her face. He would circle his cock over her
mouth, stretched around the ball gag.
Then he would remove the gag and stuff her mouth full of cock.
He would fuck her face and cum down her throat. Sam would hungrily swallow
everything, and lick his cock clean.
*
Years went by and it was time for Dean's coronation.
John and Mary asked him if he had a girlfriend, whom he would wanna make his
queen.
Dean said "I do and I am planning on announcing her name after my coronation".
John and Mary were glad that their son was ready to get married but they wanted
to know whether she was royal blood or not because according to them, non
royalties didn't deserve to carry a king's heir.
Dean assured them that she was pure royal blood and the most beautiful princess
he has ever seen. His parents couldn't be more happy hearing this. They were
sure that their son chose an amazing princess as their daughter in law.
*
Dean got coroneted as King Dean and were all enjoying the after party.
Princesses of many kingdoms attended the party in hopes of wooing King Dean.
Dean was standing with Sam, having a drink when he decided that it was the
right time. Sam was terrified but Dean assured her that it's gonna be okay, he
will always take care of her.
Dean grabbed the mic got on the stage, he announced "Hello everyone, thank you
so much for being here and supporting me". The crowd cheered saying "Long live
King Dean".
Dean continued "I have a very important announcement to make". Mary held John's
hand in excitement, she said smiling brightly "He is gonna say the name of our
future daughter in law. I wonder which one she is?" she said to John directing
towards all the princesses. John wrapped his arm around Mary and said "I am
sure she is the most wonderful of them all" they smiled looking at each other.
Dean continued "I am gonna announce the name of my bride and your future queen.
She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen". All the princess waited in
anticipation, wondering which one of them was the lucky one.
Dean took a pause staring at the crowd. There was pin drop silence, everybody
was waiting to know the name of the future king. He smirked and said "The love
of my life, Sam Winchester" directing his hand towards Sam.
The crowd cheered for a moment then pin drop silence of shock took over again.
John and Mary's eyes widened in disbelieve Did Dean just called out his
sister's name?
Dean got off the stage and walked towards his Sammy.
He got on his knees in front of her and pulled out a ring. He said "Sammy, will
you marry me?".
Every eye was stuck on them and Sam was terrified, but Dean's reassuring eyes
made her feel safe and she said "Yes, yes I will". Dean put the ring around her
finger and pulled her face for a passionate kiss. Everyone watched in utter
shock as the brother and sister kissed.
John and Mary were having a really hard time adjusting to the sinful sight, but
there was nothing they could do about it. The king chose his queen.
Few days later Dean married Sam despite all the criticisms and made her the
queen.
Even though there were many haters but people came around the fact that king
Dean loved his sister more than anything.
*
They bought another palace, near the valley and moved in there to start their
own family.
Dean made his Sammy pregnant and nine months later she gave birth to twins,
Thomas and Justice.
A boy and a girl, now their family was complete and they lived together
happily.
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alone while Sam was in school, and he
had spent most of the day laying in bed, trying not to just pull the damn butt
plug out. Somehow he knew that Sam would know if he did.
Now though, he figured he should shower, relieve his bladder. Sam would be home
soon, and while it wouldn't lead to relief for his pathetic condition, at least
Sam had promised him…something.
He didn't have a clue what it would be, but something was better than the
endless laying around. It had to be.
He relieved himself and climbed into the shower, doing his best to not play
with the plug. He was no dummy. As big as this thing felt, Sam's cock was
bigger…and soon, Dean would be finding out exactly how much bigger.
He rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself
before heading back to his bedroom. Sam would be home soon. Dean huffed and
considered what he should wear, settling on sweatpants because they didn't
press against any of the plastic.
"Dean?" Sam's voice rang through the house.
"Bedroom." Dean called, pulling the door open. His heart sped up as the tall
figure of his brother filled the end of the hall, then sped up a little more as
he realized that he wasn't alone.
He couldn't see who was with him, because Sam's big frame blocked his view. Sam
grinned as he got close enough, then reached behind him and dragged his
companion closer. "Dean, this is Jimmy. Jimmy, Dean."
"Jimmy?" Dean did his best not to react.
"Yeah, Jimmy is our star quarterback school."
The kid was shorter than Dean, his blond hair pulled back from his face, his
eyes dark and dancing away from Dean quickly. "Jimmy here owes me, don't you
Jimmy?" Sam said.
Jimmy flushed, but nodded. "Yeah, right. Owe you."
"So, I figured I'd let him pay me off here, instead of at the school."
"This is my surprise?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. This was not what he'd
expected. Not that he really knew what to expect. Not really. With Sam anymore
he was beginning to think he didn't have a clue.
"Well, since I can't fuck you tonight…I thought I'd let you watch me fuck him.
Don't tell me you don't want to see it."
"No, Sam. I don't." Dean said, pulling away from him.
"I know you got turned on by it the other day, when you watched us under the
bleachers." Sam grabbed Jimmy by the back of the neck and held him tight. "So
tonight he's going to get naked and I'm going to fuck his ass while you
watch…so you can be ready for tomorrow night." He released Jimmy and looked at
him. Jimmy paled, then nodded and started taking off his clothes.
"Sam, seriously?" Dean tried to turn away. He tried. But Jimmy was stripped
down and looking up at Sam.
Sam fisted a hand in Jimmy's hair and pushed him to his knees, though Sam's
eyes never left Dean. Sam's zipper sounded loud in the room. Sam's jeans fell
and Dean couldn't not look as Jimmy started to lick it and it began to harden.
"Pay attention Dean. You could learn a thing or two from Jimmy. Look how he
loves my dick, Dean."
Jimmy's eyes closed as he opened his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip of
Sam's cock, then closing his lips around it and sucking lightly before going
back to licking, down the side and up until Sam was fully hard, then Jimmy did
the impossible, he opened his mouth and took most of Sam's cock into him.
He didn't gag, even though that seemed impossible. Dean stood staring as
Jimmy's eyes opened and he looked up at Sam, waiting. Sam relaxed his fist and
petted his hair. "Such a good boy." He pulled back and Jimmy drew a shaky
breath. "On the bed, ass up."
Sam drew Dean closer with just his eyes as Jimmy obeyed and Sam grabbed the
lube off the nightstand, popping the top and slicking up his cock. He stuck two
lubed up fingers into Jimmy’s hole without warning and moved them around and
way before Dean thought he had done enough, Sam pulled his fingers out and
guided his cock to the opening.
Dean held his breath as Sam sank into him, frozen to his spot by the end of the
bed, staring as Jimmy’s ass just took every inch until Sam was laying on top of
him. He grinned at Dean before pulling out. Jimmy grunted into the bed, his
hands curling in the bedspread as Sam pushed in again. “Soon, Dean…soon I’m
going to do this to you. Hold you down while I open you up, put my cock inside
you. Can’t wait to feel you around me.”
Sam’s hips snapped forward and Jimmy lifted his head, biting off a yell.
“Gonna make you mine forever Dean. Mine forever.” He quickened his pace, his
hands hard on Jimmy’s hips, pulling him back into each thrust and then pulling
out as he started to orgasm, spraying his come onto Jimmy’s cheeks and over his
hole. “Come here, Dean.”
Dean cleared his throat and shuffled around the end of the bed. Sam dragged his
finger through the come and held it up. Dean looked at it, then flicked his
eyes to Sam’s with a minute shaking of his head. Sam rubbed the finger over
Dean’s lips and pushed it inside. “Wasn’t asking.”
The salty taste coated his tongue, impossible to escape as Sam shoved his
finger into his mouth, then pulled it out. “Now, clean up the rest.” He gripped
the back of Dean’s neck and pushed him toward Jimmy’s upturned ass and the
sticky streams of cooling come on his skin.
“Sam.” Dean tried to pull away, but Sam just gripped him tighter and pushed him
down until his face was pressed into the come.
“Lick it up.” Sam’s voice was cold, hard and Dean swallowed hard against a knot
of disobedience. Sam leaned in, his mouth on Dean’s ear. “I will punish you.”
Dean shivered, no idea what that punishment might be, and flushing with shame
at the idea that he was somehow displeasing Sam. He swallowed and nodded and
Sam let him up enough that he could move his head. He licked at the nearest
come, closing his eyes and willing himself to just do it, just lick and swallow
and not think about what he was doing.
Sam’s hand lightened up even more and his free hand moved to point Dean where
he wanted him. “That’s it, lick him clean for me. Right here, Dean.” Sam was
pointing at Jimmy’s still gaping hole and Dean had to fight not to balk. Sam
stuck two fingers into him and opened him up. “Make sure you get down inside
too, want to make sure he’s good and clean.”
Dean dipped his tongue inside him hesitantly. Jimmy shuddered under him, making
Dean realize he wasn’t alone in this, that he had no idea what this must be
like for Jimmy. He licked upward, connecting with Sam’s fingers and the heated
flesh of Jimmy’s ass and Jimmy groaned, his body shaking.
Sam’s fingers pulled, opening him up more. “Keep licking, Dean.” Sam
encouraged, watching as Dean bowed his head and resumed his tender attentions
to the stretched skin. Dean watched in fascination as Sam worked his hole open
more and more, Dean’s spit easing the way as Jimmy shook more. “Now, get me the
lube.” Sam said.
Dean reached for the bottle and Sam held one hand out, palm up. He grinned at
Dean as Dean poured the lube, then let some of it drip down into the gaping
ass. “I told Jimmy that the day he could take my whole hand was the day I’d let
him go. Think he’s ready?”
As open as he was, Dean couldn’t imagine Sam’s whole hand fitting in anyone’s
ass. Sam’s grin was wicked as he spread the lube around to coat his hand. He
started with three fingers, then added the fourth fairly easily. Jimmy was
moaning now, obscene, wanton sounds that made Dean ache to silence them. Sam
fucked his hand in and out, a little deeper with each push, then he folded his
thumb up into his palm and pushed relentlessly.
Jimmy’s voice dropped from a moan into a keening sound. His legs trembled. Sam
hissed as he shifted his position to gain leverage and just when Dean was sure
he wouldn’t make it, something changed and Sam’s hand just sank inside him.
The smell of come filled the air and Jimmy collapsed forward, his face in the
mattress. Sam stood still, his hand inside the kid’s ass, his eyes on Dean’s
face. “Did you just come with my hand in your ass, James?” Sam asked softly.
“Y-y-yes.” Jimmy’s voice was shattered and weak and he didn’t move, even as Sam
pumped his hand up and down a time or two.
“Good boy.” Sam praised, his free hand stroking down Jimmy’s sweaty back. He
eased his other hand out of him, picking up a dirty t-shirt from the floor to
wipe his hand. “You’re free to go Jimmy. I won’t be needing you again.”
Jimmy moved slowly, dressing stiffly, not looking at either of them. When he
was gone, Sam pulled Dean in and kissed him possessively. “Tomorrow night,
Dean…you and me…gonna make you mine.”
“I’m yours now, Sam.” Dean said, leaning in to him.
“Waited so long for it Dean…been thinking about it for years.” Sam drew him to
the bed and laid down. “The way you give me anything and everything…always
have, everything I want, Dean. Makes me want everything.” Sam’s kiss was urgent
as he covered Dean’s body with his own. “Want all of you. Can’t wait for you to
give it to me, give me everything.”
He licked over Dean’s lips, parting them and licking inside, nipping lightly
when Dean tried to kiss back. “It gets me hard just thinking about having you
all spread out for me, having you offer yourself to me…you will, won’t you?
Won’t you Dean? You’ll give me what I want?” He looked down at Dean, his face
so young and innocent looking, despite the very not innocent things they’d been
doing or the dirty deeds he was speaking of.
Dean nodded. “Always, Sam. Always.”
 
 
John knew his boys were waiting on him, and he knew Sam was pissed with how
late he was, but you wouldn’t have known it when he pulled in. There was dinner
on the table, a beer open and waiting for him.
Dean was quiet, his eyes on his plate. He wore only boxers as he sat at the
table. Sam smiled at his father. “Everything okay?”
John nodded. “Yes, just took a little longer than I thought.”
“Good.”
“You boys?”
“We’re good. Impatient, but good.” Sam picked up his fork and knife, cutting
into his steak. “Tonight’s the night.” He glanced at Dean, then up at John.
“I drove as fast as I could.” John responded, excited beyond his ability to
reason out.
“Eat your dinner. We’ve got time.”
They ate in near silence. John was only about half way through his dinner when
Dean sighed and stood, taking his plate to the sink. “I’ll be….” He gestured
toward the living room and headed out the door.
“He’s a little nervous.” Sam said, finishing off his potato. “And he’s been
waiting.”
“I know.” John put his fork down. “I can eat later.”
Sam grinned at him. "For the first time, I think maybe Dean would do better if
you weren't actually in the room."
John started to protest, sure he was meant to be there for something so
important, but Sam held up his hand. "Just this first time. You can watch from
the living room. I'll leave the door open. You'll hear everything…just….not be
in the room."
John licked his lips and nodded slowly. "If that's what you want."
Sam touched his shoulder as he stood. "It is. Come on, lets get started."
John stood and followed him to the living room where Dean was standing,
shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Now?" Dean asked, looking from
John to Sam and back again.
John went to him, taking his face in both hands before kissing him lightly.
"You'll be fine."
Sam turned the chair away from the television, pointing it down the hall.
"Dad's going to sit here." He patted the chair and John left Dean to sit in it.
"Get undressed Dean."
"What? Here?"
"Do as your brother says." John sat and kicked off his boots. Sam leaned over
him and unzipped his jeans, grinning at him.
"Just getting you ready." Sam said, rubbing his lips over John's. "Wouldn't
want you coming in your pants."
John heard clothing hit the floor and turned to look at Dean, standing naked
but for the plastic cock cage and fidgeting. "Come here." Sam beckoned him.
Dean exhaled heavily, but came, stopping directly in front of John. Sam dug in
his pocket and came out with a key, unlocking the tiny lock on the cage and
pulling the plastic away. Dean's eyes closed and his body swayed as his cock
filled half hard just at the relief of the freedom.
John licked his lips, half wanting to lean forward and lick at Dean's cock, but
Sam was watching close. Sam pushed Dean forward a little bit so that he was
leaning over John and Dean let out a tiny sound when Sam pulled the butt plug
out.
"There, that's better. Now stand up and show Dad." Dean stood, his skin
starting to turn pink. "Turn around, show him your ass."
Dean turned and Sam ran a hand over him, then looked at John. "Now, I am going
to take Dean to his room and I am going to fuck him and I am going to come
inside him and make him mine."
Sam smiled down at his father, at the lust in his eyes. He'd waited forever,
and it was finally happening. He slid a hand down Dean's back, over his hip,
then took his hand and tugged him down the hall. Dean hesitated just slightly
and Sam drew him close, whispering encouraging words as they neared the bed.
Dean's eyes were wide when Sam pulled him in close to kiss over his lips.
"Shh…it's okay, Dean. I'm going to make it all okay." Sam licked Dean's lips
open and kissed him gently. "It's okay to be nervous. I promise it's going to
be good."
His hand closed around Dean's half-hard cock and he stroked it a few times,
watching Dean's face lose some of its anxiousness. "Mine Dean." Sam whispered.
He turned Dean to the bed, his hands caressing over his naked skin, through the
light slick of nervous sweat giving away his fear. "On your knees, Dean."
He hesitated only slightly, looking at Sam before swallowing and moving up onto
the bed. He lifted one knee and settled it almost deliberately onto the
mattress before lifting the other. Sam slipped in behind him, arms circling to
pull Dean back against him, bare back to clothed chest. "I love you, you know
that right?"
"Yeah, Sam. I know." Dean responded, his voice husky.
Sam let go of him and stepped back, pulling his shirt up and off. Now that it
came to it, he couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough, though he'd been
patient all day, not even touching himself that morning after waking up hard
from dreams of fucking Dean over the hood of the Impala.
He unzipped his jeans and let them fall, his hand cradling his cock as it
hardened. "Breathe, Dean." Sam whispered, as much for himself as for Dean. He
picked up the lube in one hand and soothed the other down the long line of
Dean's spine. He caressed lightly down to his ass, then up again, pressing Dean
forward toward the bed.
He stiffened slightly, but went where Sam led. He flinched when Sam opened the
lube, and Sam had to pinch the base of his cock before he could slick up so he
didn't lose it before he'd even gotten inside the tight, hot ass.
Sam coated his cock first, then squirted more lube into his hand, coating his
fingers and slowly circling the red ring of Dean's hole. He was open from the
succession of butt plugs, but Sam knew the cool of the lube had to be soothing.
Dean relaxed as Sam caressed over and around his ass, and Sam's first finger
slid into him almost unnoticed. Dean gasped as Sam moved it around, coating the
inner walls with lube before pulling out and circling the rim again. "Gonna
feel so good." Sam whispered, sliding two fingers in and moving them, opening
them and pressing Dean open slowly.
"Sam." Dean lifted his head and glanced back, his face white and pensive. Sam
leaned over to kiss him on the lips.
"I've got you." Sam reached between his legs to run a slick hand over Dean's
cock and Dean dropped his head back down to the mattress. He pulled his fingers
out and added a third, making Dean grab the blankets, his fingers curling into
fists. "Almost ready Dean. Want you so bad."
Sam glanced out the door to their father, grinning as he could tell his father
was already fisting his own cock. "Okay, Dean. This is it." Sam guided his cock
to his brother's waiting ass, settling the tip against the opening. "Take a
deep breath, and let it out slowly."
Dean inhaled and as he started to exhale, Sam pressed in, slow, almost half way
before Dean inhaled and froze. Sam eased out again, his hand petting down
Dean's back. "Good boy, Dean. Good. Now let it out again." He grabbed Dean's
hips and pushed in again as Dean exhaled, not stopping this time, even when
Dean gasped for air. Sam filled him completely, until his cock was as deep into
Dean as he could go. Dean whined and tried to pull forward, but Sam held him.
"Does it hurt?" Sam asked in a whisper.
Dean nodded into the bed. "Just…fuck…do something."
Sam pulled out slowly and just as slow pushed back in, savoring the way Dean's
ass took him in and held him. "Mine forever, Dean." Sam murmured. Dean
whimpered in response, his head turning to the side. "Louder…let Dad hear you."
Sam said, thrusting forward a little harder.
Dean whimpered again, grabbing at the blankets, his feet looking for purchase
on the bed. Sam grabbed his hips more firmly. "Come on, Dean, I know you want
to…"
Dean lifted his head and curled his back, grunting as Sam stepped up the pace.
"That's it, let Dad hear you." Sam slowed his thrust and focused on making it
harder, on pressing his cock into Dean's prostate, on bringing his brother over
the edge, whether he wanted to come or not.
He reached under Dean, stroking over his cock, and the sounds coming out of
Dean's mouth changed. Caught somewhere between pain and desire, he cried out, a
word that might have been Sam's name falling from his lips.
Sam wanted this moment to last forever, but his cock wasn't going to hold out,
not for much longer. Sam twisted his hand over Dean's cock and buried himself
inside his brother, coming hot and hard inside him. Dean cried out as the
fullness pushed him over the edge and Sam's hand milked his come out of him
until Dean was begging him to stop.
Slowly, Sam pulled himself back and out of Dean, his cock still half hard. He
was going to need more before the night was over, but for now, he'd gotten what
he'd wanted for so long. Dean was his completely.
Sam caressed over his trembling skin. "Good boy, Dean. So good for me."
"Are we done now?" Dean asked, his voice shaking a little.
"Almost. Go show your father."
"What?" Dean looked at him, frowning.
"You heard me, go present your ass to your father so he can see what I've
done."
"I'm sure he knows." Dean growled, even as he was moving to get off the bed.
"Fuck." He stood still as he got to his feet.
"Mmm…does it hurt?" Sam asked, sliding in beside him to kiss over his sweaty
shoulder.
"What the fuck do you think?" Dean snarled, pulling away. He moved stiffly down
the hall to where John waited, his own come spilled over his hand. Sam watch
Dean slow down as he got there, turning his back to his father.
"Bend over Dean, spread your cheeks. Let him see." Dean hesitated, but slowly
bent over, both hands lifting to his ass and easing open his cheeks. He hissed,
then fell silent.
John leaned in, licking his lips, then looking up at Sam. "Go ahead, if you
want." Sam offered, leaning back on the door frame to watch. John put one hand
on each of Dean's thighs to steady him, then licked tentatively over his red,
stretched out hole.
Dean started, then settled as John laved over the raw skin, licking up come
until Dean was spit clean and shiny. Sam grinned as John sat back. "Alright
Dean, that's enough. Go ahead and shower."
Sam waited until Dean had passed him, then went to John, leaning in to kiss him
soundly. "He belongs to me, but if you're nice to us I'll let you play from
time to time, okay?"
John nodded, his eyes dark and filled with desire. Sam kissed him again. "You
should go to bed. I aim on fucking him a couple more times tonight…but you need
your rest, don't you?"
"I need my rest." John echoed, shifting to get out of the chair. "And, when the
semester's over, we should hit the road. Head south. Some hunts I'd like to hit
down that way."
"When the semester's over." Sam agreed, watching John until the bedroom door
closed. He sagged a little against the wall. It had taken a lot out of him to
get this far. Dean was still a fight, every time. John though…well, his father
was coming along so well it was almost frightening.
 
 
Dean slid into bed, his body aching from before and his head spinning. He tried
not to think about it, about the things Sam wanted him to do, about the way he
seemed to want them too at the time, about how their father…Dean closed his
eyes and pushed that thought away.
It was humiliating and made him feel dirty. In fact, he was starting to think
that was what was getting Sam off, more than the actual sex.
At least that was getting easier. Three weeks since Sam had taken him the first
time, and he was starting to get used to the size of him and the demanding
nature of his desire.
Not a night had gone by that Sam didn't fuck him at least once, most nights it
was twice. They were closing in on Thanksgiving, which meant a little more than
a month before they'd be hitting the road again. Dean was kind of looking
forward to it. This town had gotten too small too fast and now he barely left
the house, sure somehow that all the sick shit they were doing would show on
his face.
The bed moved, the sheets lifting and settling as Sam slid in behind him and
immediately spooned up against his back. Dean didn't pull away, though he
wanted to. "It's hot, Sam." His voice sounded dull and flat, but Sam let go of
him and rolled onto his back.
"Oh. Okay."
Dean frowned. That wasn't like Sam at all. He turned, glancing over his
shoulder. "You okay?"
Sam shrugged in the gloom of the room. He didn't really answer. "Maybe I'll
just go sleep in my own room." He sat up, his back to Dean.
Dean sat up too, reaching to run a hand down his back. "Don't be pissy. I just
said it was hot."
Sam shook his head and stood. "No, I get it." He went to the window and stared
out at the dark. "You probably hate me."
Dean frowned harder and stood. "Why would I hate you?"
Sam shrugged again and slumped forward, leaning on the windowsill. "You never
even look at me unless I tell you to…you shower as soon as I let you go…the
only time you let me touch you is when we're…"
Dean circled the bed. "I don't hate you." Dean meant that. He could never hate
his brother. Even when he didn't really like the things they did together. "I
love you, Sam."
Sam shook his head. "Not like I love you. I tried to make it work Dean…but you
don't. I can see it in your eyes." Sam's eyes flicked over him and Dean
flinched. They were cold eyes, not filled with the love on Sam's lips. Dean
wanted to look away, but he couldn't.
Sam turned, running his hands down Dean's arms. "Why don't you love me back
Dean?"
Dean lifted a hand to cup Sam's cheek and he leaned in to brush their lips
together. "I do love you, Sam. Always loved you."
Sam's kiss was gentle and when he pulled back his eyes were closed, his
forehead pressed to Dean's. "What is it then? Why do you fight so hard?"
Dean wasn't sure what it was he was supposed to be fighting. He only knew that
what he saw in Sam scared him sometimes. "I'm afraid." Dean whispered.
Sam pulled back, looking down at him. "Of me?"
Dean sighed and stepped back. For the moment he felt like he could breathe,
maybe for the first time in a long time. "For you," he answered. "You've
changed, Sammy…and sometimes…" He shook his head and looked away. "Sometimes it
scares me." He turned his back, suddenly realizing he was naked and a flush of
something like shame filling him. "You want things I can't give you…things I
shouldn't give you…and it isn't right…" He shivered, the air in the room
suddenly colder than it had been. "I don't know what's happened to us, Sam…"
The room was silent and for a long time neither of them moved, then Sam was
touching him, turning him, his face wet with tears. "I'm going to make it right
Dean. I'm going to show you how beautiful it can be. Okay? You'll wait for me
right?"
Dean shook his head, trying to figure out what Sam meant. "Of course."
Sam kissed him and left him standing there alone. Dean heard the front door
open and close, and slowly went to the bed, sinking down onto it, trying to
reason through what had just happened.
His brother was gone a long time, and Dean dozed in the silence alone. It was
nearly midnight when he heard voices and sat up. Sam was talking, though Dean
couldn't make out the other voice. They came down the hall, stopping outside
Dean's room.
The door opened and the voices dropped to a whisper, then fell silent. In the
dark Dean could just make out Sam's figure as he slipped into the room. "Sam?"
Sam came to the bed, crawling across it to kiss Dean, pressing him back into
the sheets. "Shh…its okay."
"Shit, Sam, you're burning up." Dean whispered, the touch of Sam's skin hot
against his.
"It's okay." Sam responded, his hands moving the sheets aside. "Tell me you
love me."
"You know I do." Dean answered.
Sam shook his head. "Need to hear the words."
"I love you." Dean obeyed, closing his eyes as Sam's mouth roamed over his
skin.
"Do anything for me?" Sam asked breathlessly.
"Yeah, Sam. Anything."
"Give me anything I wanted?" Sam looked down at him, his eyes dark.
Dean nodded slowly. "Anything, Sam."
Sam kissed him again, his tongue delving into Dean's mouth, claiming him,
possessing him. "I want everything." Sam whispered. "Give me everything."
All the heat of Sam's body pressed against him and Dean couldn't think,
couldn't breathe, could only nod…because he could never say no to Sam, never
deny him. "Yes, Sam. Everything."
Dean's body tightened, his cock hardening even as Sam's cock filled him and the
fire raged in their skin, burning away any thought but this, Sam and giving Sam
what he wanted, what he needed.
Sam fucked him wildly and Dean could hear himself screaming, the bed slamming
into the wall as the night pressed in around them. Sam's come was hot inside
him and still Sam fucked him…only it wasn't Sam…or it was…and Dean wasn't sure
anymore of anything, only that he was falling into a hole.
***** You Belong to Me *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam's always been a little different, but when he figures out exactly
     how different and realizes it can give him the one thing he's always
     wanted but could never have, it changes him. He sets out to get the
     one elusive desire that has always slipped away from him, and along
     the way he slips a little down a dark path...
He woke with a start, grabbing at the hand near his face, his eyes opening.
"Easy." His father sat beside him, holding a damp cloth. "You gave me a scare."
Dean looked around the room, half expecting demons to jump out at him. "Sam?"
His voice sounded like he'd swallowed gravel.
"School. I had to force him to leave. He's been sitting beside you for two
days."
Dean frowned. Two days? "What happened?"
John shrugged and put the cloth back into a basin of water. "Hell if I know. I
was out hunting that damn rawhead Bobby called about. When I got home, Sam was
sitting here beside you and you were burning up." He reached up to touch Dean's
face, nodding to himself. "I was this close to getting you into the nearest
emergency room."
Dean pushed himself up, leaning against the headboard. His head buzzed and his
face felt flushed, but other than that he felt fine. "Fever started coming down
a few hours ago, otherwise I would have hauled you in."
"I don't remember being sick."
"Sam said he came home and found you like that." John stood. "How do you feel
now?"
"My head's a little…weird…but I'm fine."
"I'll get you something to eat. Sam should be home soon."
Sam. Dean's head snapped up at the name and his entire body burned with need.
He wanted Sam with every inch of his being. Dean stared at the door, as if that
could make his brother materialize. His father came back with a bowl of soup
and some crackers. "Take it easy, don't know that whatever this bug was won't
fuck up your stomach."
"I'm fine." Dean answered, taking the bowl from him. "Stomach's fine. Just need
Sam to come home."
John chuckled. "It's almost three. Any time now. Eat up, I'll be in the living
room if you need me."
Dean knew the minute Sam was home, setting aside his mostly empty bowl and
standing. Sam burst into the room, his eyes scanning over Dean, his bag dropped
at the door as he crossed the room, pulling Dean into a tight hug. "Are you
okay?" Sam's voice was breathless, his tone tight and laced with worry.
"I'm fine." Dean responded, swallowing hard.
"I was worried. You rambled about demons…and I didn't know…" Sam shook his
head.
Dean looked up at him, kissing him. "I'm fine. Must have just been some bug."
"You were so hot, Dean. I was really scared." Sam's hands slid down his arms,
guiding his hands back behind him and turning him toward the bed. "I was afraid
I would lose you."
"Not going anywhere." Dean promised, going back onto the bed easily when Sam
pressed him. "I belong to you."
"That's right, you do belong to me. You gave yourself to me." Sam whispered,
his hands traveling now to Dean's bare hips, holding him down. "Gave me
everything."
His voice faded to a buzz as his lips caressed over Dean's chest. "Do anything
I tell you to…" Sam murmured, looking up now as he neared Dean's groin. "Won't
you?"
Dean nodded. Anything to get Sam to go back to what he'd been doing. "What if I
told you to crawl out to the living room and suck Dad's cock?" Sam asked,
pulling back.
Dean sat up, licking his lips. "If that's what you want."
"Show me." Sam said, stepping back.
Dean sank to the floor and started crawling, aware of Sam following, of their
father setting aside the guns he was cleaning and looking up expectantly. Dean
crawled across to him, setting his hands on his father's knees and pressing
them apart, making room for himself between them.
"Sam, what is this?" their father asked, looking up at Sam as Dean's hands slid
up his thighs and started unzipping him.
"Dean is proving himself." Sam said behind him. "Just sit back and enjoy it."
Dean let his father's cock out of his jeans, watching it harden at the idea. He
glanced up at Sam just to make sure. Sam nodded. Dean turned his attention back
to the cock in front of him, licking up the underside, his tongue catching just
under the head and making John gasp.
He exhaled against the now damp skin, glancing up as his father closed his
eyes. Dean took that as a good sign and licked over the head, sliding his
tongue along the slit several times before opening his lips to take the whole
head into his mouth and sucking lightly.
"That's good Dean." Sam murmured behind him, a hand petting down Dean's back.
He blushed, he could feel the heat in his cheeks, but part of him felt pride at
the praise and he opened his mouth to take more of his father's cock into him.
He felt Sam's hand on his head, let him push Dean further down, until the head
of the cock was in his throat. Sam held him there and Dean forced himself not
to panic, to breathe through his nose as best he could and wait.
Eventually Sam released him, cooing encouragement and petting down his skin,
all the way to his ass. Dean resumed his attention to his task, sucking deep
and rising up his father's cock before taking it deep again. John was starting
to grunt, his hips shifting on the couch, rising up to meet Dean's downward
push.
Behind him, Dean heard a zipper and Sam's fingers pressed into him. Dean lifted
off his father, groaning into the skin of his stomach as Sam opened him up.
"Pay attention, Dean." Sam said softly, his fingers sliding away, leaving Dean
open and gasping.
It took him a minute to realize what Sam wanted, but Dean lifted his head and
nodded. John's cock was swollen and red beside his face, begging for his tongue
and lips and the release he could give. Dean licked up to the tip before he
took the whole thing into him again, sucking and slipping up, sliding down and
sucking again. It was a teasing pace, one that would bring his father closer to
the edge without taking him over it right away.
Sam seemed to approve, his fingers back, slipping inside him, murmuring to Dean
about being a good boy, and just as Dean had taken John's cock to the base, Sam
shoved his own cock inside of him, making Dean groan around his father, which
in turn made John cuss and buck up, deeper into Dean's throat.
Dean pulled up, and Sam pulled him back, shoving more of himself into Dean's
ass. "Finish him, Dean." Sam growled. Dean licked his dry lips and swallowed
before taking his father back into his mouth, closing his lips tight around him
and starting a fast rhythm of up and down to bring him to orgasm quickly.
Sam held himself deep inside Dean while Dean worked the cock in his mouth.
John's hands lifted to Dean's head, then fell away, fisting the cushion on
either side of him as he thrust up. Dean tasted the first thick hint of come
and Sam's hand fell on the back of his head, pushing him down. His father's
cock filled his mouth as it began spurting come and Dean swallowed around it
frantically.
As the flow of come stopped, Sam let go of his head and grabbed his hips,
fucking into him. Dean bent forward into his father, his hands on his father's
hips. John's hands caressed over his head, soothing somehow as Sam slammed into
him over and over again.
When Sam came, he fell forward, covering Dean, sandwiching him between the two
of them. "Such a good boy, Dean." Sam whispered, kissing over his sweaty neck.
"So good for me." He eased back, then helped Dean up, grinning at him.
"Everything is just like I wanted it to be." He kissed Dean then, all soft and
loving. "Go put some clothes on. I'll make dinner."
Dean left them to go get dressed, a vague notion that something wasn't right
niggling away at him…but the sight of Sam's smile was enough to calm him and
put the thought out of his head. Sam was happy. Nothing could ever be wrong
when Sam was happy.
 
 
The smell of snow was on the air as Sam finished loading the bags into the
Impala. He looked up at the sound of an engine, grinning when Bobby got out of
an old beat up truck. "Hey, Bobby."
"Sam." Bobby grinned, sweeping his cap off his head to scratch at the back of
his head. "Your old man around?"
Sam hooked a thumb at the house. "Just taking a final look around, make sure we
aren't leaving anything important. What are you doing here?"
"Was in the neighborhood. On my way back from a black dog hunt east of here."
He gestured at the car. "You boys pulling out?"
Sam nodded. "Semester's over. Dad wants to head south before school starts up
again."
"Not even gonna wait until after Christmas, huh?"
He shrugged and closed the trunk. "You know Dad." He glanced at the window
where he had left Dean naked and used and on display for the old man. His eyes
drifted to the door as it opened, his father filling the space with a grin on
his face.
"Well, shit, Bobby. If you'd called, I'd have had a beer waiting." He stepped
out and down the stairs. "Sam, why don't you go help your brother with his end
of things? He's a little slow today."
"Something wrong with Dean?" Bobby asked as Sam headed for the house.
"Nothing but a hangover and too much saying goodbye to the local ladies." John
responded. Sam smiled to himself as he climbed the stairs into the house.
Dean was where he'd left him, though Sam could see his father had cleaned him
up, still bent over, his hands cuffed to his ankles, the cock ring still
keeping Dean hard. Sam smiled and ran a hand over his brother's sweaty skin.
"So pretty like this Dean."
Dean lifted his head, his eyes flicking to the window and back. "Don't worry.
Bobby's here, but Dad's got it."
"Shit."
"Easy." Sam settled his hand on Dean's back. "I've got you." He closed his
other hand around Dean's cock, pulling twice down the length. "I think today is
a good day to try something new, don't you?"
"Sam?" It was part question, part distress.
Sam smiled and slid down to release the cuffs. "Slowly now, don't want you
passing out on me." He helped guide Dean upright, then removed the cuffs from
Dean's wrists. "Rub them." Sam moved to the window, checking on their father
and Bobby. "I was going to save this for later, but I want you to wear it for
me." He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small velvet bag. Inside
it was a toy he knew was going to make Dean's cock look amazing…provided he
could get it in him.
Dean was looking at him nervously. Sam smiled and kissed him. "Relax." He
stroked over Dean's still hard cock again before opening the bag and dumping
the plug and small pillow pack of lube into his hand. "I saw this on a guy in a
video and I had to have one for you." Sam said, holding it up. Dean frowned at
him, clearly not understanding what it was. "I'm going to put this in and
you're going to wear it."
He opened the lube and smeared the length liberally before taking a knee in
front of his brother. Sam kissed the tip of his cock, then lifted the plug.
Dean inhaled sharply as he realized what Sam was about to do, his hands curling
into fists at his sides. Sam eased the tip in against the tiny hole in the tip
of Dean's cock, pressing in.
"Breathe." Sam instructed his brother, not looking up as he worked the wand
slowly into the hole.
"Fuck, Sam. Hurts."
"Only for a minute." He pulled out, then pushed in again, and Dean grabbed the
base of his cock, pre-come leaking out around the wand. Sam grinned and felt
the pop as the wand settled into place. "There." He pulled his hand away so
Dean could see the tiny green gemstone winking up at him from the end of his
dick. "Isn't that nice?" Sam stood slowly, licking a line up Dean's chest
before licking over his lips and kissing him. "Now, get dressed. Dad wants to
hit the road."
For a long moment, Dean didn't move and when he did, it was slow, turning away
from Sam to the clothes he had left on the bed earlier. "How long am I supposed
to wear this?" Dean asked as he pulled on his jeans.
Sam shrugged. "Until I decide to take it out. You just let me know if you need
to pee or anything."
"And the cock ring?" Dean asked, his eyes dark with a combination of lust and
disgust at the idea.
Sam grinned. "Well, I figure at least until we stop for food later. Maybe I'll
let Dad suck you off in a rest stop bathroom."
"You are one sick fuck, Sam." Dean pulled on his shirt and moved toward his
boots.
"Yeah, but you love me." Sam countered, sliding his hand around Dean's waist
and down to his hard cock.
"Yeah. I do." Dean agreed, leaning back into him.
"Good, get your boots on and get your ass down to the car. Sooner we get on the
road, the sooner you get to come." Sam slapped his ass and left the room. He
waited in the living room with Dean's sunglasses, handing them to him as he
emerged into the living room. "You're hungover." Sam said as Dean slipped them
on, then slipped an arm around Dean and felt Dean lean into him.
"Ah, there they are." John said as they emerged. Dean winced and lifted his
hand to shield himself from the sun.
"Hey Dean, how's things?" Bobby asked with a laugh in his voice.
"I'm gonna take the back seat." Dean mumbled as they neared the car, bending
forward as Sam opened the back door. It served to hide his obvious erection
from Bobby as well as sell the hangover as he crawled into the darker confines
of the car.
"Well, I guess that's that." John said. "Thanks for the tip. I'll be in touch."
He shook Bobby's hand.
"You take it easy out there." Bobby called as he headed for his car. Sam waved
and took the passenger seat beside his father, watching Bobby pull out and head
west.
"Anything to worry about?" Sam asked, glancing at John as they started to pull
out of the driveway.
"Not a thing." John responded. "How's Dean?"
"Dean's fine." Dean answered, though he didn't sit up.
"He's upset." Sam countered. "I didn't let him come."
"Because you're a sadistic bitch." Dean growled.
John chuckled. "I'd watch that tone, or he might not let you come at all."
Sam laughed and leaned back in his seat. "I'm not that evil, Dad…I'll just make
him wait longer, that's all." He closed his eyes. "Wake me when we stop?"
"You're just gonna go to sleep?" Dean asked, finally sitting up.
"Gotta get my rest." Sam countered. "So I'm ready to fuck you raw when Dad
finds us a nice, quiet rest stop." He opened his eyes and looked back at Dean.
"Bet we could find us a trucker or two who'd like a turn…if you want to keep up
the attitude."
Dean flushed red and sat back. Sam closed his eyes again, relaxing into the
silence that followed. He wasn't sure he'd actually whore Dean out like that,
but then again, neither was Dean…and it was enough to settle him down. It was
one thing to let him service his father from time to time, because he knew it
was humiliating for Dean, and that was half the turn on, but it was another
thing entirely to consider giving him to a stranger.
Sam stretched out as they turned onto the long back road out of town and
thought about it, about watching Dean bent over some rest stop picnic table,
some trucker fucking his ass, another shoving his cock into his mouth while Sam
and John watched. His cock tightened at the thought, of his brother playing the
part of the slut just to turn him on.
He dozed off with that thought playing in his head.
He woke several hours later as the car slowed and eased off the road, onto
gravel. Sam stretched and looked up. John pointed out the windshield at the
rest stop and the line of trucks. It was dark outside the car and quiet. Sam
pointed to a shelter set off away from the others. John nodded and pulled up
near it, turning the car off.
Behind them, Dean shifted uncomfortably. "Still hard for me, Dean?" Sam asked,
turning to look over the seat.
"What do you think?" Dean asked irritably, his hand cradling his cock.
"Open your pants, show Dad the present I gave you."
Dean made a face, but opened his jeans, easing his hard, red cock out. John
turned to look, an eyebrow going up in surprise. "That why he's been so pissy?"
"Has he?" Sam asked.
"Been whining the whole last hour." John reported, making Dean roll his eyes.
"Thanks Dad." Dean reached for the door handle, but Sam stopped him.
"I think maybe we need to deal with this." Sam said. "Dad, take him over to the
table. Drop his pants, bend him over and spank him like the bad boy he is. When
I come back from the bathroom I want to see his ass red."
Sam got out of the car and walked toward the bathroom, knowing they would obey,
even if Dean protested at least a little bit. He was still Dean after all, even
if he'd given himself over…even if that had taken a little more effort on Sam's
part.
He could almost imagine he could hear Dean protesting, even as he let himself
into the bathroom. He relieved himself and washed his hands, looking up as two
big truckers came in after him. His mind flashed on the image of Dean between
them. He lingered as they both peed and came to wash their hands, feeling for
their state of minds and pleased to find them both highly suggestible.
He put the thought into each of them that they were horny and wanted to fuck
anything that would let them. "You boys looking for a little fun?" Sam asked as
he got to the door. They turned to look at him. "I've got a right hungry slut
who could use a little action, if you're interested."
He walked away, knowing they would follow. He got to the shelter as Dean bit
off a cry of pain. Dean was bent over the table, his jeans around his ankle,
his ass red. Sam smiled. "Very good."
Both John and Dean looked up as the two truckers appeared. The one in the red
hat whistled low. "Now that is one fine ass."
"Sam." Dean tried to stand up, but Sam's hand came down on his back, holding
him in place as he leaned over Dean, covering him with his own body.
"No, Dean, I warned you. Now you're going to be a good boy, and Dad and I are
going to watch them fuck you…and when they're done, Dad and I will each have a
turn and maybe then I'll let you come." Sam stepped back and gestured at Dean.
The red hat needed no further invitation, unzipping himself and moving into
position, lining up his cock and pushing into Dean. The other one circled the
table once, watching, his own cock out and in his hand.
Sam gathered his father and stepped back, leaning against the shelter wall and
running his hands down to his father's groin. The second trucker climbed onto
the table, kneeling as he fisted a hand in Dean's short hair and lifted his
head. Dean's eyes flicked to Sam, then the cock, then back. Sam nodded.
Dean opened his mouth and the trucker shoved into him, making it clear that
Dean didn't have to do anything more than take what he was being given. John's
cock hardened under Sam's hand and Sam stroked him lazily through his jeans as
they watched. Dean's body rocked between them as they both stroked faster and
faster. His hands tightened on the table as the red-hat guy shoved in and held,
clearly coming.
The second trucker stopped fucking Dean's face then and scrambled off the
table, holding his cock to keep from coming before he could get inside Dean. He
sank into Dean's ass and John gasped. Sam guided him forward, pulling his cock
out and urging him close enough for Dean to get his mouth on it.
Dean grunted as the guy fucking his ass shoved him into the table, coming and
stumbling backwards. "Thank you gentleman, you can go." Sam said, dismissing
them and turning his attention to Dean. He ran his hand over the red skin of
his brother's ass. He slid his hand down Dean's left leg, pulling his foot free
of the boot and jeans, then pulling Dean back against him. "Lay down, Dad. I've
decided Dean's ready for something more."
John obeyed, opening his jeans more as he laid back on the table. Sam pulled
Dean close, whispering in his ear. "Up on top of him, Dean, want to watch you
fuck yourself on his cock…nice and slow." He helped Dean up, watching as he
held their father's cock with one hand and sank down onto it. He pulled up
again, then sank down.
Sam held his dick and waited, watching Dean's ass take his father's cock for
several moments before he made his move, climbing up onto the table behind
Dean.
Dean stilled as Sam's hands held his waist, then pressed him forward over John.
"Hold him." Sam murmured, watching John's hands come up to hold Dean down. He
lined his cock up alongside his father's, rubbing it along the rim of Dean's
ass, gathering the come that was oozing out of him to use as lube.
Dean stiffened as he gathered what Sam was about to do, but didn't protest with
words so much as a long, whining whimper as Sam worked his cock up inside him.
It took a minute or two to get more than an inch into him, then Dean moved as
if to pull away and Sam pushed in as John pulled part way out and just like
that they'd established a rhythm, making Dean take them both at once.
Sam controlled the pace since he was on top, but John was the one to come
first, hot liquid bathing Sam's cock inside Dean and pushing him that much
closer to coming himself. He thrust harder as John's cock softened, finally
filling Dean with his own orgasm before pulling back, drawing Dean with him,
laying him on the table as their father slid off.
Dean was whining and holding his cock. Sam plucked the plug from him first then
unsnapped the cock ring. "Go on Dean. Come."
It only took a couple of strokes of his hand and he was coming, spilling all
over his stomach with a whimper. Sam caressed his face. "That's my good boy."
He let Dean recover for a minute, looking up at his father who was zipping
himself up. "Why don't you get him over to the bathroom and clean him up. I
need a minute."
Slowly Dean sat up and let John help him off the table and back into his jeans,
then they both headed for the bathrooms.
Sam waited until he knew they were out of earshot and turned to the shadows in
the corner. "Didn't expect to see you so soon."
The shadows shifted and a man stepped out of them, his eyes yellow. "Just
checking in on my investment, Sammy."
"Like what you see?" Sam asked, annoyed somehow.
"Oh, yeah…I liked it a lot." The man looked Sam over. "This is going to be fun.
Out of all my special kids, you've got the best head start. I can't wait to see
where this ride leads."
"Just don't get in my way." Sam said. "Dean belongs to me."
He held up both hands and grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it, Sammy. Just remember
one thing."
"Yeah? What's that?" Sam asked, watching him move back into the shadows.
"Big brother may belong to you…but you belong to me."
Sam watched him disappear and slowly smiled. "I wouldn't count on it." Sam said
in the silence that followed. "Not at all."
He shook his head and walked away. Dean belonged to him. That was enough. For
now.
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