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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      John/Dean, John/Sam_(kissing, no_anal)
  Character:
      John_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_(Dean_is_14_Sam_10), drug_&_alcohol_use, Public_Sex, Blowjobs,
      Kissing, slightly_feminized_Dean, Daddykink
  Series:
      Part 2 of Little_Girls_&_Lovers
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-12 Words: 1493
****** Daddy's Wonderful News ******
by VyperDD
Summary
     "Just promise me," Dean's voice stutters and breaks as John slowly
     but surely works him towards an orgasm. "Just promise you won't hurt
     him, that you'll take good care of him."
 
[denimshorts01]
John has his little girl and Dean is everything he'd ever dreamed of wanting,
obedient and beautifully submissive, so responsive in bed, in the shower or in
the restroom of every single diner or roadhouse they stop at.
Now he wants a lover. Now he wants Sammy, even though his second son is still a
month shy from turning eleven. Small in both height and weight for his age,
he's all long coltish legs, slender wrists and dimples and simply gorgeous.
He's tried so hard to wait, to keep his promise to Dean by keeping his hands
off Sammy. He's waited weeks and months, limiting himself to only kisses so
light and fleeting they are almost chaste and the most casual of touches, a
brush of fingers down Sammy's bare arm or across his cheek or the nape of his
neck when Sam is bent over the Lore books he borrows from Bobby.
John finds himself hugging Sammy a little longer and a lot harder before he
leaves for a hunt and yet he always makes himself go to Dean first when he
returns, kisses his little girl long and hard and as dirty as he can, hands
roaming under Dean's top to massage his firm pecs, sliding up his skirts and
dresses to jerk him off. More often than not, he'll fuck Dean right in front of
Sammy, using Dean's sweet, tight arse to distract himself. He'll bend him over
the kitchen table where Sammy is studying, or cradle him in his lap on the sofa
next to his brother as they watch tv, their fingers entwined and knees bumping
together as Dean rides his cock or against the wall, Dean's legs hooked around
John's waist. Where ever he does it, Sam is always close by, watching,
listening, learning.
And Sammy keeps asking him "when?", slanted mesmerising eyes half hidden by the
long glossy strands of hair that always tumble messily over his forehead. And
all John can reply with is "Not yet, sweetheart," and fuck into Dean's ass or
mouth even harder and "I'm sorry, honey. I promised your brother I won't touch
you til you're older," and hold him in arms as he cries himself to sleep.
He's been so good, so controlled but there is absolutely no way that he is
going to wait two more years to have a teenage Sammy in his bed. He just can't
do it. He won't do it.
He tells Dean on the last night in February while they wait for Sammy to change
after soccer practice. It's unusually warm for that time of year and they're
sitting on the hood of the Impala, Dean dressed only in the smallest, tightest
pair of faded, thread-bare denim shorts John could find at 'Sweet Sixteen'. The
zipper has been removed for easy access which John is currently taking full
advantage of. Dean is slurping on a coke slushie spiked with a few slugs of
whiskey from John's flask. The alcohol hits his bloodstream fast, leaving his
cheeks and the tips of his ears a delightful shade of pink.
John is smoking his usual brand of menthols and he holds the butt for Dean to
take the last couple of drags. Dean has told him he hates the taste and the
burn on the back of his throat and the queasy feeling in his stomach but fuck,
the kid was born with lips perfectly designed for sucking and blowing and
pouting, oh yeah and kissing, lots and lots of kissing. He spends the next
couple of minutes working on Dean's stamina and over-coming his gag reflex, not
breaking contact until they are both breathless and hard.
Parents arrive and leave, a few wandering over with their kids to exchange
gossip or invite him to the next poker game or just to say hi as an excuse to
have a long perv while John molests his son. Dean, adorably shy and more than a
little tipsy, cuddles even closer to John's side and John kisses the top of his
head and nibbles on his earlobe, tongue flicking in and out a couple of times
just because he knows it drives his little girl crazy.
"You can't tell him, Dean," he whispers. "Want it to be a surprise, want it to
be special."
Dean, of course, is disappointed but he knows that there is nothing he can say
or do to make John change his mind so he only says "Yes, Daddy," and lifts his
hips slightly so John can push a finger inside him. "Daddy?"
"Yes, baby?" He finds Dean's sweet spot and starts rubbing it, softly at first
then firmer. Dean is squirming, trying to get away and he wraps his arm around
Dean's waist. "Don't move. Let me make you feel good, little girl."
"Just promise me," Dean's voice stutters and breaks as John slowly but surely
works him towards an orgasm. "Just promise you won't hurt him, that you'll take
good care of him."
John keeps pressing, rubbing. Dean is squeezed tight around his finger, anus
twitching and it feels delightful. Soft moans escape his clenched lips and John
knows he's close, wonderfully close. "Of course I will, baby. Love both of you
so much."
Dean comes in and over John's hand as Sam emerges from the changerooms, licks
his fingers clean as Sammy runs up to them, lets John kiss him as Sammy throws
himself into John's arms. John can't stop himself kissing Sammy too, getting
more turned on as Sammy responds. It's sloppy and messy and unco-ordinated,
what Sam lacks in technique he more than makes up for with enthusiasm.
When they finally pull apart, Sammy looks up at him with a grin so cheeky, so
seductive that John just wants to kiss him all over again. "You taste weird but
I like it! Can I lick Dean clean next time?"
He sweeps his tongue along his plump lower lip, catching a drop of saliva on
the tip. It's both sweet and sensual and it takes all of John's self-control
not to pull down Sammy's jeans and fuck him right there and then, in front of
Dean, in front of his team-mates and their parents, in front of Coach Reynolds.
He pictures Mary burning on the ceiling and that image is horrific enough to
pull him back from the edge, just.
"Dean, get Sam in the car. Now!" he growls and Dean obeys instantly. "Back
seat. You up front with me."
It's a forty minute drive back to the motel. John comes in Dean's mouth in the
first five minutes, keeps Dean in place with one hand fisted loosely in his
hair. His cock is limp and soft and Dean's mouth is just short of heaven but he
still wants to fuck Sammy's brains out.
He plants the boys in front of the tv with a family sized pepperoni and cheese
pizza and two sticks of garlic bread and takes a long, icy cold shower,
managing one quick and fumbling handjob. It's all for naught though when he
sees Sam and Dean, pressed close together, feet and legs entwined, feeding each
other, fingers and chins dripping with melted butter and cheese, his cock going
from zero to a hundred and fifty in two seconds flat. One of Sam's hands is
resting casually between Dean's bare thighs and Dean's head is on Sam's
shoulder, eyes closed in contentment as Sam slips a thin slice of meat into his
mouth.
"Dean," he barks. "Want you cleaned up and in my bed in thirty, girl."
Dean untangles himself from his brother and stands. "Yes, Daddy." He goes past
John and into the bathroom without looking back and comes out naked twenty
seconds later.
"On your belly, baby," John says from the doorway as Dean lays down. "Use a
pillow. You know how I like it."
He searches through his medkit for sleeping pills, finds the small vials of
liquid valium and rectal syringe instead and can't resist sedating Sam that
way. "Putting it in your bottom works a lot faster, kiddo," he explains as he
spreads Sam's cheeks and carefully inserts the tip of the syringe just inside.
Sam flinches a little at being penetrated but doesn't complain. John presses
the plunger slowly, squirting the liquid into Sammy's rectum.
"Oh, that's cold, Daddy," he says, eyelids already drooping.
"I know but feels good too, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, real good."
John cuddles him for the few minutes it takes for Sam to fall asleep then
carries him to the other bed. "Sweet dreams, Sammy."
Five minutes later, John gives Dean his first taste of weed, gets him
wonderfully high then fucks him for hours on end. In the hour before dawn, he
spoons up behind Dean as he slowly comes back to reality, wraps arms and legs
around him, pushes back inside and tells him all the things he plans on doing
with Sam.
THE END
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