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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural, Wincest_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/John_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/Sam
      Winchester, Dean_Winchester/John_Winchester, John_Winchester/Sam
      Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Rimming, Anal_Beads, Blow_Jobs, Crossdressing, Daddy_Kink,
      bottom!Dean, Bottom!Sam, Top!Sam, top!John, Panty_Kink, Christmas_Eve,
      Christmas_Presents, Wincest_-_Freeform, Weecest, Christmas
  Series:
      Part 2 of Holidays_with_the_Wincesters
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-24 Words: 5390
****** One Present Each (A Wincest Christmas Eve) ******
by MothMeetsFlame
Summary
     It's Christmas Eve in the Winchester household. John tells the boys
     they can each open one gift. Let's just say, they really like their
     presents.
Notes
     WARNING: Underage. No ages listed, but I picture Sam between 12-14
     for this fic. Also contains incest. Lots and lots of incest.
     Seriously people, if you don't like this stuff, don't click on it.
     There's a bit of a story to start off with, but after that, it's
     basically sex. Have fun!
See the end of the work for more notes
It was the first Christmas tree they’d had in years and John knew his boys were
going to love it. He didn’t cut it himself like he wanted to—didn’t have the
time—and it was small and barren on one side, but it was still a Christmas
tree. He didn’t have much money on him and, staying in the same house like they
had been, he was wary about using fake credit cards. Still, he didn’t hesitate
to splurge a little on a few choice presents he knew the boys would like. The
decorations he got secondhand at a thrift shop a few miles into town, but
everything else was top of the line.
John set the tree up in the living room while Sam and Dean sat at the kitchen
table, various texts on lore and mythology spread around them amongst their
math and history books. He didn’t care so much about the schoolwork. He knew it
was important enough for them to learn the basics, but the knowledge in the
second set of books didn’t have a practical application in the world they lived
in. Either way, he was glad to see them working. It would make his surprise
that much better.
“Got something for you,” John said.
Both boys looked up from their books questioningly.
“It’s in the living room.”
Dean followed Sam into the room and halted abruptly when he caught sight of the
tree standing tall in the corner. Neither of them knew what to make of it.
Sure, they knew what it was—the holiday traditions, the origin, and application
of said trees in pagan rituals—but it had been years since they’d even seen one
this close. It was…
“Awesome.” The word slipped out of Dean’s mouth instantly. His smile stretched
from ear to ear and he took a few hesitant steps forward to touch the prickly
needles in case he was imagining it. He tugged at a branch; it was real.   
“Box next to it’s some decorations. Have at it, boys.”
Sam did the honors of opening the box, an assortment of different bulbs and
spindles and dangly things inside. They dove right in, grabbing as many as they
could in one arm while placing them on the tree with the other.
Sam smiled wickedly when he found the tinsel and hid it behind his back before
Dean could notice.
Dean was thoroughly distracted by the multicolored objects in his arms. Unlike
Sam who was placing things on the tree methodically, attempting to space things
evenly, Dean dove in with gusto, putting decorations anywhere he could reach.
He was slipping a hook through a green glass pear to hang near the top when Sam
came up behind him. All of a sudden, Dean’s vision was filled with tiny strands
of silver falling in, on, and around him. Most of it landed in his hair,
something that he normally wouldn’t have tolerated. As it was, he was pretty
miffed, but the smile that played on Sam’s face when he turned around with that
ridiculous expression made him chuckle and smirk amusedly at the kid.
“Dammit, Sammy,” Dean said with a short laugh. “It’s gonna take me forever to
get this stuff out of my hair. Isn’t this supposed to come in like a long rope
or something?”
“Yep.” Sam smiled mischievously. “I took it off.”
“You little…”
“You almost done?” John asked, disrupting the fight before it could begin.
“Yeah,” Dean said. “Everything’s on the tree but a few broken bulbs.”
“Good. Because I have presents.” John pulled a large grocery bag from behind
his back that had haphazardly wrapped packages inside. He strode purposefully
to the tree and took them out of the bag, setting them directly underneath.
There were a half dozen of them, three for each boy. “Pick one,” he told them.
“Uh, dad?” Sam questioned as Dean immediately went to grab the largest present
with his name on it. “Aren’t we supposed to open presents on Christmas?”
“It’s Christmas Eve. You boys can open one present today. Besides, I’m saving
the big gift for tomorrow.”
Sam was suspicious as he reached for his own present. Unlike Dean who’d grabbed
the biggest, Sam chose the smallest. John smirked. He knew which ones they
would choose. He’d coordinated accordingly.
The wrapping paper on Dean’s present was torn off and fell to the floor around
him in a jumbled mess. His smile stretched wider as he realized what he was
looking at. They were much bigger than his other set. Dean wasn’t a natural
bottom like Sam so he wasn’t able to take nearly as much as him, but his cock
twitched at the thought of the large beads filling him up while he pounded into
Sam. Little Dean was thoroughly enjoying the visual that was playing in his
head—Sam spread open for him on the bed, keening wantonly as Dean licked him
neck to naval, John quickly prepping him so Dean could slide easily into his
slick hole. Yes, Little Dean was happy.
Sam took longer with his present. He peeled off the paper meticulously,
dropping it to the floor in shock of what he held in his hand. There were no
secrets between the Winchesters. At least not in the bedroom. Still, a flaming
blush rose to Sam’s cheeks as he felt the material of the pretty lace panties
in his hand. Dean was always making fun of him for acting like a girl—and
despite him bottoming more often than not, it wasn’t meant literally—but Sam
wondered what Dean would think if he ever realized just how much he enjoyed it.
It turned out, he wouldn’t need to wait to find out.
Dean was too immersed in whatever John had gotten for him to see what Sam
opened. Sam quickly hid them from Dean’s view, but John was on him instantly,
pulling his youngest into a small kiss. “Don’t you like them?” he asked
quietly, right at his ear so Dean wouldn’t hear.
Sam blushed, but nodded. “Love them,” he admitted, his voice pitched lower than
his father’s.
“Then why don’t you go try them on?”
Sam looked at his brother who was now rifling through one of the drawers in the
living room, searching for the bottle of lube he’d spotted earlier. It was
enough of an answer for John.
“You don’t think Dean will approve?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
Sam swallowed hard and shook his head.
John’s smile comforted him. “If you don’t want to wear them, you don’t have
to.”
But Sam knew that he would wear them, regardless of his reservations. His
father obviously wouldn’t have bought them if he didn’t want to see Sam in them
and that was enough to have Sam hard and leaking into his boxers. If Dean
didn’t like them, he could suck it—pun intended. As a matter of fact, he was
intending not to walk away from tonight without Dean doing just that. Those
plush cocksucking lips deserved their namesake and a little demonstration was
definitely in order.
Sam retreated into the bedroom he shared with Dean to change. He heard Dean
ask, “Where’s Sammy?”
Sam closed the door before he could hear John’s response.
“He’s changing into his present,” John said, running a finger down the threaded
anal beads he’d bought his eldest. Dean had recently begun complaining that his
set was too small and John felt that it was time to remedy that, move him up a
level so to speak. “If you want,” he purred into Dean’s ear. “I could help you
with yours.”
Dean shivered and his cock hardened more in anticipation. “Yes, please,” he
said breathlessly and John chuckled.
John wasted no time in helping his son. The shirt was gone in a matter of
seconds, tossed to the floor without hesitation. John swooped down and captured
Dean’s left nipple in his mouth, alternatively licking and biting at it
playfully while he fumbled with the belt.
Belt off, John lavished Dean’s other nipple with the same attention he paid to
the first. Dean shivered when John switched back and forth, leaving one to
harden in the cool air of the living room as the other was fondled by his
father’s warm tongue.
By the time his pants were removed and his cock was exposed—Dean never wore
underwear which made things easier—Dean was already putty in John’s more than
capable hands. Dean’s nipples had always been sensitive, he knew, and John was
slightly disappointed Dean hadn’t chosen the smallest present. He would have
enjoyed using it.
Then again, John thought as Dean thrust his hips against his father’s still
clothed crotch, he was going to have fun opening his son up for his toy. He
didn’t get to do it nearly often enough.
John captured Dean’s mouth in a rough kiss and lifted him up by his thighs.
Dean opened his legs obligingly and secured them tightly against John’s hips,
using the position to better create some much needed friction.
As much as John loved Dean’s enthusiasm, there was still his present to enjoy.
He dropped Dean unceremoniously on the couch and lubed up a finger before he
could protest.
He circled Dean’s hole, spreading the lube, and pushed in slowly just up to the
first knuckle. He didn’t miss Dean’s hiss as he wiggled his finger and slid in
to the second knuckle, searching now for his prostate.
Dean had always been virginally tight and he needed more prep than Sam ever
had. Sam was a wily devil when it came to sex. More often than not, he
preferred it rough and without much preparation. Dean, on the other hand, was a
slow burner. He liked foreplay almost as much as he enjoyed the act itself and
when it came to bottoming, he needed to go slow.
John was more than willing to take the time when his son groaned like he did
and arched his back with just one finger inside of him. He’d found the
prostate. John stroked it a few times and wormed his finger around, trying to
relax Dean’s muscles from the inside.
“Daaaaad,” Dean groaned and John knew he could sink his finger all the way in.
He froze to allow Dean to get used to the intrusion. It had been so long since
he’d had anything inside of him that John expected it to take much longer, but
Dean lifted almost immediately and fucked himself on John’s finger, twisting
his hips to look for that one spot inside of him that had him seeing stars.
John chuckled and curled his finger in so Dean was rubbing his prostate with
every rise and fall of his hips. Dean panted desperately as the motion had him
seeing stars.
“M –more,” Dean said. “More.”
John pulled his finger out much to Dean’s disappointment. He applied more lube
to the first and added some to his second finger before sinking both of them
all the way inside. Dean screamed in equal parts pain and pleasure when John
hit his prostate. He froze and his muscles clamped down, but it felt good
enough that he didn’t want John to pull out again.
“Are you—”
“Just wait,” Dean panted. “Wait.” He worked to relax his muscles. One by one,
they loosened a bit. He could feel the pleasure of his father’s finger to his
prostate increase. “Oh. Oh.”Dean groaned loudly and moved his hips
experimentally, loving when the pain receded and left nothing but the pleasure
of his father inside of him.
John could feel the change. He pulled his fingers out until only the tips were
inside and thrust them back in. Dean moaned wantonly and John repeated the
process. The sounds it elicited from his son made him want to thrust harder,
faster, but he didn’t want to overwhelm Dean just yet.
Dean’s arched up off of the couch and his eyes rolled back in his head when
John added a third finger. “Dontstopsogood. Oh, God, Daaaaad.”
Dean’s cock was hard as stone and leaking onto his stomach. John hadn’t even
touched it, but already he was wanted to blow. Just one stroke and he would
come, they both knew it. John removed his fingers, causing Dean to groan. He
perked up again, though, when he felt the first of the beads pressed against
him.
This was the scene Sam walked into from the bedroom. Dean’s moans of pleasure
as John added the first of the anal beads went straight to Sam’s already hard
cock.
The swollen tip was just sticking out of the waistband of Sam’s white lace
panties. Against the flushed tan of his skin, they were striking on him. With
everything else he’d done—if he was gonna go out, he was gonna go all the
way—he was definitely a sight to see.
Two days into their stay, Sam had made the find. Hidden in the basement had
been an old trunk filled to the brim in women’s clothing and accessories. He
didn’t take much out of it, but the white heels were his size and, with his
high cheekbones and thick lips, he pulled off the bright red lipstick easily.
It had been a simple thing to add a bit of liner and darken his lashes and it
was worth it to see his eyes pop out like they did. Not much, just a few simple
touches, and Sam knew just how he looked.
He was gorgeous, like a walking contradiction. He looked like a giftwrapped
virgin, all big eyes and innocent face. He looked like a cockslut, red lips and
leaking cock. Either way, Sam knew that his father was going to love it.
“Daddy,” he called from the doorway, playing innocent and covering up self-
consciously.
John looked up from Dean and froze in surprise when he caught sight of his
youngest. He hadn’t done more than buy the boy a pair of panties, but damn if
Sam didn’t fill them out nicely. Where he’d gotten the rest of it, John didn’t
know, but he sure as hell loved it. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of
this sooner. He licked his lips slowly, wanting nothing more than to taste his
son. All done up and prettied like this, Sam was stunning.
“Daddy,” Sam said, trying to pull his father out of his stupor. “It’s hard,
Daddy. I need –I need…” he palmed his cock and moaned loudly, hips canting into
his hand.
John watched the display and licked his lips again. “I know, baby,” he said.
“But you know the rules.”
“I know, but pleaseDaddy.”
John considered the request for a moment, adding another bead as he thought.
Dean thrust his hips upward, away from the intrusion, but moaned in pleasure
all the same as it added pressure to his prostate.
“I don’t know,” John said. “What do you think, Dean?”
“Knows th’rules,” Dean mumbled, eyes rolled back into his head as John fucked
the bead in and out.
“Please, Dean?” Sam asked. “I’ll be good. Promise. Please?”
Dean opened his eyes and looked at him then. Unlike John, Dean didn’t freeze as
he took in Sam’s pouty red lips, lacy panties, and four-inch heels. Where he
couldn’t find words before, they came tumbling in a torrent now. “So gorgeous,
baby boy. Panties making you hard, baby? Need someone on that little cock of
yours? I can see it leaking from here, Sammy. Come here, baby boy, let me take
care of you. So pretty like that. All dressed up for Daddy and me like a good
boy. You a good boy Sammy? Are you a good boy for me and Daddy?”
Sam nodded.
“Say it, baby.”
“I’m a good boy. Promise.” And the way he said it went straight to Dean’s cock.
Only the firm grip John had on the base kept him from coming right then.
Sam walked shyly to the couch and stood next to Dean. John knew what both of
his boys wanted so he flipped Dean over onto his knees to give them both
access. Dean’s face was lined up right at Sam’s cock and he wasted no time in
licking the slit peeking out over the top of the panties.
“Taste so good, Sammy. Love you like this. You know I asked Santa for a sister
for Christmas once? Looks like I’m getting my wish.” He pulled the panties down
then just far enough to expose Sam’s cock.
At the same time as he swallowed it down, John added a third bead. It was
bigger than the others and Dean had to remember not to bite down, but Sam
didn’t seem to notice anything but his brother’s lips on him.
Dean bobbed his head up and down on Sam’s cock, using his tongue to trace the
underside of the sensitive head. Dean moaned loudly and the vibration sent
waves of pleasure through Sam. It wasn’t long before Sam was on edge. Dean
could feel the tightening of his balls and the flex of his thigh muscles almost
at the same time as he heard Sam’s “Dean, I –I’m gonna –I”
Dean took his brother’s cock in all the way to the naval, loving the press of
it deep inside him, and moaned so Sam could feel it at its source.
It was too much for Sam. He came down his brother’s throat with a shout. Dean
swallowed it all before he pulled off of Sam’s softening cock, loving the small
pop it gave. He dragged his brother down to the couch in front of him and
captured his mouth in lazy kisses which Sam returned automatically, still lost
in the sensation of his orgasm.
As much as John loved playing with his boys, he loved it more when they played
with each other. Normally, he could watch them go all day, content to stand
aside and stroke himself slowly, ever the voyeur. Actually, he thought, now
that Sam was coming down from the afterglow and returning Dean’s kisses more
forcefully…
“Sammy,” John called.
“Yes, Daddy?” Sam asked, peeking up at him through his long black lashes. It
should be illegal for someone to have those eyes.
“You wanna play with your brother?” John asked. “There’s still a ways to go
before he’s allowed to come.”
Dean groaned in disappointment when Sam pressed a final kiss to his lips and
stood to take his place by his father. With nothing for him to do, Dean rested
his head against the couch and lost himself in the sensation of his little
brother toying with the three beads inside of him.
Sam licked at the bead protruding from him, tasting Dean beneath the sweetness
of the cherry lube they were now running out of. There would be enough left to
finish with Dean, but they would need more if they were to give their father
his Christmas present tomorrow.
Dean yelped in surprise at the wet tongue lapping at his stretched hole. It was
a completely different sensation than his father’s fingers or even the beads.
This was slick and warm and smooth and it knew just where to press and suck to
have him canting his hips uncontrollably.
Too soon the tongue was gone, though the pressure against his hole increased
until another bead rested inside. He felt too full already. Four beads now and
there were still three more to go, each bigger than the last. Dean regret
commenting on how easy he was able to take his smaller set, but at the same
time, he wanted Sam to add another if only to feel his brother behind him.
Sam took over his position and John came around to Dean’s front and lifted his
son by his hair. Dean gasped in shock, but opened his mouth eagerly to take his
father’s cock. It was much bigger than Sam’s and he always needed help getting
it down all the way. John didn’t have any problems with helping his son do just
that.
He held Dean’s head in place and shoved his cock down his throat in one push.
Dean gagged a little and John pulled back to allow him a few seconds to adjust
before he pushed back in. Dean accepted him gratefully and moaned in pleasure
at the feel of his father in the back of his throat. Precome and spit mingled
together and dripped from Dean’s mouth, but he was too far gone to notice or
care.
Sam added a fifth bead while Dean was distracted, eliciting a scream from the
eldest brother which was immediately muffled by his father’s engorged cock
fucking in and out of his mouth roughly, barely giving him a chance to breathe
before it was hitting the back of his throat again.
Sam ran his hands up and down Dean’s back to loosen the tense muscles. He
pressed a kiss on each thigh and smiled when his lipstick left traces on his
skin. Dean relaxed again, focusing instead on the feel of his father’s cock
sliding into his mouth, pressing, stretching his jaw as far as it could go then
further still.
Too soon Sam added another bead, not noticing the tears that began streaking
down Dean’s cheeks or the fact that his cock began softening rather quickly.
Even when John took his mouth so roughly that he gagged on his cock, Dean
didn’t cry. He wasn’t like Sam whose tear ducts were practically synched to his
libido. If Dean was crying, something was wrong.
Dean thought he could handle it, but it was just too much. His mouth was taking
quite the pounding and he couldn’t pull back enough to remove his father’s cock
from his mouth—not with John holding tightly to Dean’s hair for leverage—so he
did the only thing he could.
Dean alternatively snapped his fingers, three times on each hand, until Sam and
his father both stopped.
It would have been comical had his entire lower body not been coursing with
pain from the final too big bead being pushed inside him. John ceased his
thrusts immediately, listening to be sure he heard the nonverbal cue before he
pulled completely out of Dean’s mouth.
In a rush, John sank to his knees beside Dean so that he was kneeling face to
face with hum, cupping his cheeks. Sam also stopped in his attempt at fitting
the last bead inside his already packed hole to come rushing  around his
brother, just as close as John was.
“Dean?” John asked. “What is it? Was I too rough?”
“T’ much, t’ fast,” Dean sobbed, his voice raw from the repeated abuse of his
throat. “Please, Sammy. Take it out.”
Sam was back at his ass in seconds, working the bead out slowly so as not to
hurt Dean any more than he had been. “Just the one or all of them?” Sam asked
seriously.
“Just one,” he said and was more than a little relieved when the bead was
finally released.
“You sure, Dean?” John asked, eyes locking onto his. “You don’t have to keep
going, you know.” He pressed his lips sweetly to Dean’s in a small promise.
“Dad’s right, Dean,” Sam said, coming back around to face him. “We love you no
matter what. And even if you want it all out, we’ll still take care of you.
Won’t we, Dad?”
John nodded and nuzzled Dean’s neck. “Always take care of my boys.”
Dean bit his lip. “I –I want it,” he said, embarrassed. “But… slowly.”
“’M sorry, Dean,” Sam said. “I got kinda excited.” He looked down guiltily and
when he lifted his puppy dog eyes to meet his again, Dean’s cock came flaring
back to life. Sam really did look stunning in his outfit. He wondered why the
kid had never worn anything like it before. It suited him.
“I understand,” Dean said. “With you in that outfit…” his eyes roamed Sam’s
body freely, looking him up and down. He grabbed Sam roughly by the back of the
neck and locked their lips together into a dirty kiss.
When Dean pulled back, Sam blushed a deep crimson and knew he was forgiven.
They started off slowly again, Sam being especially careful in pushing in the
bead he’d removed. He added much more lube than he thought he’d need and was
rewarded with a needy whimper from Dean instead of a cry of pain when it went
in all the way. He immediately went down for a taste, licking at where his
clenched hole parted for the small, plastic rope holding the beads together.
John was content enough to capture Dean’s mouth in his, ravishing it with the
attention it deserved. He pulled back to look for any hints of discomfort, but
Dean’s eyes were clenched tight and his parted lips were blood red and swollen
in arousal. He was panting in time with Sam’s kitten licks and John knew the
sight would fuel his fantasies on long hunts for a while.
Dean whimpered when Sam lifted his head, taking his mouth off of him. “More,
Sammy,” he whined. His hips moved upward of their own accord, looking for his
mouth again, but Sam was too far away for it to have worked. “Please, need it.
Need your mouth, baby. Please.”
Sam chuckled and gave Dean what he wanted, licking roughly a few times before
he pulled off again.
“Saaaaam,” Dean keened.
John pecked him lightly on the lips. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “We’ve got
you. How many more, Sammy?”
“Last one, Daddy,” he said.
John nodded and set about distracting his eldest from the press of the final
bead. He took his mouth again, licking into him and running his tongue lightly
under the bridge of his teeth. He thumbed Dean’s hairline while he ran the
other hand lightly down his neck, brushing his collar bone, and onto his chest.
He pinched Dean’s nipple lightly.
Dean’s loud gasp was Sam’s signal. He pressed the bead inside until it was
nestled comfortably with the others. Only the small handle stuck out now,
Dean’s hole having greedy swallowed everything else. Dean moaned loudly when
Sam attached his mouth again to Dean’s hole, lapping up the excess lube like a
good boy.
“Enjoying Dean’s present, Sammy?”
“Mmmmmm,” he moaned in ascent.
“Good,” John said. “’Cause it’s time to enjoy yours.”
Sam’s head shot up and a demure smile spread across his face when he caught
John’s lustful eye. “Is it my turn now, Daddy?” he asked, shyly.
“Yes it is, my pretty girl.”
Sammy’s breathing hitched.
John smiled wickedly and motioned for Sam to come to him. Sam did slowly, the
click of his high heels sending pangs of pleasure up John’s spine. He captured
Sam’s mouth with his, licking at his son’s lips and tasting the remnants of
cherry lube and lipstick. It wasn’t an unpleasant taste. His hands found their
way to Sam’s hips and thumbed the panties, running his hands anywhere he could
find.
Sam gasped when John cupped his crotch through the thin layer of lace and John
couldn’t wait much longer. He bent his son over the arm of the couch so that he
was resting at eye level with Dean, lips parted, hips shaking wantonly.
John knew Sam didn’t need the prep like Dean did—actually preferred not to have
it most of the time—but he wasn’t going to go in dry for this one. He pulled
the panties aside and quickly stuffed two of his still lubed fingers inside Sam
and fucked them in and out quickly.
“Daddy!” Sam screamed at the intrusion, surprised more than pained. He met each
of John’s thrusts with his own, panting a moaned chime of moremoremore until
John added a third and fourth finger. When Sam’s mumbles became incoherent,
John removed his fingers, lined his cock up, and pushed in steadily until he
was as deep inside Sam’s ass as he could get.
Sam’s scream was muffled by Dean. As soon as he realized it was there, ready
and waiting for him, Dean captured Sam’s mouth, ravishing it with as much
attention as it deserved.
The sight of his boys kissing, coupled with having been on edge for a while,
brought his orgasm right to the surface. John slowed down, though, relaxing the
pace to buy himself another minute to do what he’d wanted done from the
beginning.
Much to the disappointment of his eldest son, John lifted Sam with one arm
around his stomach, still nestled deep inside him, and moved them to the other
side of the couch behind Dean.
“Scoot up, Dean,” John ordered.
Dean hastened to obey, realizing what was happening now. He threw his arms over
the side of the couch and braced himself for what he knew was coming. Sure
enough, he felt John’s probing fingers at the handle on the beads and was only
given a quick “deep breath, Dean,” before the beads were being roughly pulled
out of him.
“Aaaarrrrrhhhh!” Dean yelled loudly as each bead passed through the still-tight
ring of muscle in a matter of seconds. It was pain. It was pleasure. It was all
too overwhelming for Dean to know how he really felt about it. All he knew was
that, whatever his father had planned, it had to be worth it for him to remove
the beads so carelessly.
Sure enough, he was rewarded with something that had only ever been the subject
of fantasy before.
John set Sam down on the couch behind Dean, both of them resting on their
knees. He spread Dean’s legs further apart until Sam’s cock was lined up with
Dean’s glistening hole. He only took a second to slick up his youngest’s cock
before grabbing hold of Dean’s hips and, using the leverage he had, pushed Sam
into Dean, bottoming them both out.
“Yes, Sammy. Oh, God, so good. So good, Sammy,” Dean chanted as Sam and his
father rocked into him, striking his prostate with nearly every thrust.
Sam’s cock nowhere near filled him up as much as the beads did and, for that,
Dean was grateful. There was no way he would ever be able to handle John’s
hardened cock, but Sam’s seemed like the perfect fit. Dean added that thought
to the chorus of praises he was mumbling, panting, and screaming, whenever Sam
hit that spot inside him just right.
John allowed Sam to press himself on and off of his cock, in and out of Dean,
only thrusting minimally to meet his son. He came hard and fast, filling Sam
with hot white spurts that set off a chain reaction within his boys.
Feeling his father leaking into him, Sam was done for. His orgasm caught him by
surprise, not even the tightening of his balls to warn him. He came deep inside
Dean with an animalistic yell, pressing as far into his brother as he could and
pining to go deeper.
Dean wasn’t far behind.
Sam fucked himself through each spurt and the stuttering of his hips made Dean
come untouched. Come spurt between Dean and the couch, falling in long white
strands that he had to work to avoid when he nearly collapsed in exhaustion.
Dean was roused from his high when he felt Sam slowly pulling his softening
cock from his ass.
“No!” Dean cried. He reached behind him and held tightly onto Sam’s hip to keep
him inside. He looked over his shoulder and caught Sam’s confused expression.
“Just… stay inside a –a little longer. Please?”
Both Sam and John could get on board with that idea. Sam’s pleased smile
stretched from ear to ear and Dean made a mental note to get Sam to wear makeup
more often. It made him look sexy as hell.
John rolled them onto the floor and reached up to grab the large throw from the
back of the couch to cover them with. They cuddled close, nestled deep inside
one another, as John traced patterns into both of his son’s joined hips.
“Merry Christmas, boys,” John said.
Dean chuckled. “This is just Christmas Eve, Dad.”
“Yeah, Daddy,” Sam said. “We have presents for you tomorrow too. Trust me,
you’re gonna love it.”
End Notes
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