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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Cock_Warming, Lap_Sex, Incest, Anal_Sex, Dirty_Talk, I'm_Bad
      At_Summaries, I'm_Bad_At_Tagging, I'm_Bad_At_Titles, I'm_Bad_At
      Everything, Caught, Mirror_Sex, The_Winchester's_Have_An_Actual_House!,
      And_A_Library_Too, Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester_Smut, Bottom_Sam, Top
      Dean, almost, Exhibitionist_Dean, Kinky_Dean, Somnophilia, Grinding
  Series:
      Part 1 of Kinky
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-11 Words: 2558
****** The Boys Are Too Alright ******
by Idontwantthistoend
Summary
     Sam is in the the Winchester's private library, reading some
     mythology to pass the time while dad was out on a hunt, who should be
     back in a few hours.
     Dean's a little cold, a little anxious, a little bored, and a lot
     horny
     15 year old Sam
     21 year old Dean
     Girly Sam
     Dean Has An Exhibitionist Streak in him
Sammy Dean "Sammy. Sammy. Sammy. Samm-" Dean repeated, sliding down and then
pushing himself back up in the big recliner. "What?!" Sam grits out, raising
his head from whatever book his nose was stuck in this time. His eyebrows
furrow at Dean, who was making Faces in the full body mirror that was directly
across from the big, brown chair.
Dean pouts, "I'm bored. And cold." "Then...Get a blanket, or, something I don't
know," Sam rolls his eyes expansively around the room, head tracing a small
oval. He drops his head back down to his book, when Dean's voice drags it back
up again. "But..."
"What Dean?"
"You're warm."
"...So? What does that have to do with you? Or me?" Dean made grabby hands at
Sam, who narrowed his eyes, "No! I will not be your heater! That was one time.
In Oklahoma, and it was mid-winter, and the heater wasn't working. Six years
ago! One time Dean!"
Dean stared at Sam. Blinks once, twice, three times. He proceeds to make grabby
hands at Sam once more, who groans, grabbing his comforter off the fainting
couch(Mom insisted, and after she died, they didn't have the heart to remove
it. It is now Sam's comfort place), and stomping over to Dean, heavily sitting
down on his lap, comforter thrown over the small table next to the chair.
Dean grunted, but scooched back in the couch, back straitening. Sam wriggled in
Dean's lap, trying to get comfortable, crotch directly on Dean's dick; he
stiffened, blood rushing down South. Dammit, he internally growled. Not now.
Sam stopped, comically looking behind him like, Bitch. Wat.,to which Dean
stifled a laugh, throwing his head back. Sam just raised an eyebrow at him.
"What? Someone grinds against my dick, it's gonna get hard. Way of life Sammy
boy," He teased, and Sam narrowed his eyes, grinding against him defiantly.
Dean's laugh stopped abruptly, dissolving into a high pitched whine which he
would totally deny later. Sam's breath hitched, getting snatched back from
escape, and held captive in his lungs. He was not expecting that to be so hot.
Fuck. Sam involuntarily ground back a bit harder, toes twitching, and cock
stirring. Fuck, he had not planned for this.
His cock rubbed against the denim, making his breath run like hell. His hands
clutched the arms of the chair, and unknowingly curling in towards Dean's hard
chest. Dean's hands shot to his little brother's waist, bucking into Sam's ass,
cock almost tearing his fly open. "Look at you," He growled into the other's
ear. His breath was hot against Sam's skin, and through his lashes, saw himself
in the mirror. He already looked wrecked, and he was only grinding. Oh but it
was so hot, seeing his skin flushed scarlet, with Dean's hands on his hips,
teeth scraping against that one spot on his neck and oh God.
Dean's hands were roamingmovingroving now, hands grazing over his stomach, up
up up under his shredded oversized sweater that fell below his shorts,
twistingpullingwrenching the pebbled nubs that were ohsosensitive. Sam's back
warped, crying out, and Dean growled, nipping and claiming him. "D-D-Dean!"
"Yeah baby girl, I hear you. Feels so good doesn't it? I'm not even in you yet.
Imagine when I am, yeah? My cock, it's hard for you babe, so hard I'm almost
breaking my zipper. I bet you can't wait until I fuck into you like my life
depends on it. You want it yeah? Want me to pound into you, grind you onto my
cock, filling you to the brim with my cum? What if I plugged you up after?
Would you like that baby? Feel my cum sloshing around inside you, keeping it
warm for me until I ate it out of you, licking up every drop. You would huh, be
my personal cum warmer? And if Pops asks you why your belly is so big, or why
you keep limping, I bet you'll stutter, trip over your own words, and in the
end, you won't have any choice but to tell him that your brother did, his
eldest son, his pride and joy, fucked you so hard you were limping for weeks.
But you loved it. Every. Damn. Second."
Sam whimpered, moaned, panted, whined throughout the whole rant, and he kept
whimpering "Yes, yes, yes God yes," while bucking back desperately. Dean snaked
his hand between them, unbuttoning his jeans, and sliding his zipper
downdowndown. He reached in, pulling out his hard cock, letting it rest,
leaking, against Sam's back.
Sam rocketed to his feet, whirling, and falling back down onto Dean's chest,
his sweater neckline falling, exposing a shoulder, straddling him and grabbing
his dick with one hand, making Dean groan, and pumping up and down, the uncut
cock's veins running over Sammy's smooth palm, wetting it with precome. His
fingers were just long enough to touch around Dean's girth. He was so fucking
huge. He had to be at least 9 inches, and as think as a baseball bat.
He knotted his hand in his brothers hair with the other, smashing their lips
together. It was perfect, lip tugging, tongue wrestling, and Dean ran his teeth
over his lip ring, tugging, nipping, and licking. Sam's shorts would be ruined
afterwards, but he didn't care. His sweater fell to his knees, and Dean slipped
a hand underneath, unbuttoning the shorts, and sliding the zipper down in one
smooth motion, reaching in and grabbing his member. Sam moaned, snatching a
breath before plunging back in.
"Turn," Dean panted, "around," Sam got up on unsteady legs, turning so his back
was to Dean, bending over so his ass was right in front of Dean. It was a
really nice ass. Dean slid the shorts down, exposing his leaking cock, swollen
balls, and a pretty ass. He palmed the firm globes spreading them until he saw
it. It was so fucking perfect. Dean Licked a thick, wet stripe up the material,
making it scrape against Sam's asshole, making his knees shake. Dean used his
thumb to pull the material over to the side, and he dived in, fucking his
tongue in and out of Sam's tight hole. Sam cried out, and screamed even louder
when Dean pushed a saliva slicked finger down to the knuckle. He arched his
back, feeling no pain, only pure pleasure as the digit nudged against his
prostate, and he screamed, just to let some pressure off of his body. another
digit slid in, and his vision speckled with black dots.
"DeanDeanDeanohGodsogoodsogooddon'tstopmoremorepleasemoreIwantyounowpleaseIpleasepleasepleaseDeanplease,"
He babbled breathlessly, voice breaking. Dean hooked his arms around Sam's
legs, pulling him back to his chest, Sam's legs bent around Dean's arms,
sliding in with no prep, and Sam screamed even louder, the painpleasure
blurring. He blacked out. Dean bottomed out quickly, and groaned, resting his
head on Sam's limp body. He heaved, sofuckinghot and tight and oh God he's
going to cum.
He didn't pull out, just pressed in harderharderharder, bone-crushing, brain-
melting grinds, so hot, so deep. Sam came to, and his eyes widened, hands
shooting to the nearest thing, Dean's legs, nails digging into Dean's legs as
he rode it out, legs as wide as they could go, arms in between the shaking
limbs, crushing Dean's leg as Dean ground up, and he was so deep Sam could feel
him in his tummy.
He giggled between the moans, the whimpers, the whines. He looked down, and saw
Dean's shaft, distending, and moving his inner walls, constant pressure on
Sam's prostate with every grind. He saw his hairless balls bouncing around,
pressed against Dean's, and they were huge, almost like a tennis ball, and
compared to Sam's, they were gargantuan. He saw his cock, leaking, swollen,
red, smearing precome all over his sweater. He saw Dean pressing against his
inner walls, which he could see, through his sweater.
He came, head lolling back, pressing under Dean's chin. His eyes though, they
wouldn't shut. His fuzzy gaze landed on the mirror, and suddenly his vision was
crystal clear. He saw it all, the distended tummy, the bouncing testicles, the
leaking cock, and he exploded. Through hooded eyes, he saw his cock spray cum
so high, some landed on his lips. His tongue lolled out, licking it all up,
tasting and swallowing it. He felt his hole clenchsqueezechoke Dean's dick, and
his inner walls undulate, milking Dean's cock. A glob of cum fell from the
corner of his mouth, but he was too far gone in pleasure, bliss, euphoria,
rapture, heaven, to care.
Dean felt it. He felt the walls close around him, milking him. He felt the
spasm when Sam came. He felt his hole clench impossibly tight around him,
trapping him inside. He slipped his arms from under Sam's legs, wrapping them
around his waist instead. He moved his legs, back, up, around Sam's spread,
limp, shaking ones. He wrapped them around those gangly legs, closing, closing,
and crossing his legs so he was basically hugging Sam from behind. Sam's hole
was even tighter now, like a vise.
Dean came, a silent orgasm, cock pumping, filling Sam with his come, not a drop
spilling. Dean had always produced an abnormal amount of cum, and he was using
that to his advantage. His abs spasmed with every pump, but he smiled, turning
Sam's head, kitten licking the drop of cum from Sam's chin off, swallowing
afterwards, closing his eyelids with his fingertips. His cock was still hard,
perks of being young. He grabbed the blanket off the side table, not moving any
other part of him, draping it over them, the stench of sex being blown away by
the fan in the corner.
He twisted Sam's nipples once more, making him whimper and clench ever harder,
by now it was enough to cut off his circulation, but he didn't care, he would
loosen up. Dean rocked into Sam, imagining all of the times ahead, fantasizing
about kinks. Oh God, just the thought of what they could do made his mouth
water and his cock twitch. He was still fantasizing, shaft growing ever harder,
leaking just as much, when the door opened, and John walked in. Knowing that
they were completely naked, completely bare, only hidden from his view by a
small comforter, drew Dean to the edge. He rocked the chair back and forth, the
friction almost tipping him over the edge. He pressed a finger to his lips,
showing John that Sam was sleeping. John smiled. But why did they have a
comforter over them? It was burning hot in here, even with the fan.
"Aren't you hot? Lemme take the comforter off," Dean waved him off, heart
racing, so close, he was so fucking close. John nodded, walking forward and
pressing a kiss to Sam's forehead. Sam shifted, and Dean's fell back, eyes
closed in bliss, and he came. He pumped more and more cum into that sweet,
tight, sinful little hole, right in front of their father. John thought he was
just tired though, and he pressed another kiss to Dean's forehead, cock still
pumping into Sam. It was enough to trigger another orgasm, and he shuddered as
he came twice as hard, this time fighting to hold in the moan.
His mouth fell open as John turned around, leaving the door wide open when he
left. Fuck. Dean had to clean up this mess, while John could come by at any
moment and see him. His cock twitched again, still nestled in Sammy. Dean
smiled, and Sammy shifted once more, and Dean's mouth fell open in a silent
scream, oversensitive, but rearing for another go.
He bucked up, just a little, and Sammy moaned shiftingshiftingshifting fuck.
His eyes shot open, and Dean was quick to put a hand over his mouth as Sammy's
prostate was hit dead on, and is still pressing just as hard. He whimpered,
wriggling around, trying to get more, cum shifting inside him.
He looked up, wide eyed at his big bother. Fuck. He just had sex with his big
brother. Fuck. But damn if his cock wasn't hard already, finding it incredibly
hot that he just had sex with his older sibling. Dean shifted, turning Sam
around on his cock so his was facing him. Sammy's hands fisted Dean's shirt,
shoulders tense because it was hitting all of the right places.
Dean stood up, a wicked smirk on his face. Sammy stared in confusion, wonder,
arousal, and bliss, the look making Dean just want to cuddle him forever. He
squats, grabbing Sammy's shorts while he rests his head against Dean's chest
because he doesn't know what to do with the pleasure, it's overwhelming, and he
wants to explode.
Dean shifts his hands to Sammy ass, and he grinds up. Hard. Sammy's chest
tightens, and he whimpers, wrapping his legs around Dean to keep him inside and
as close as humanly possible, arms snaking around Dean's neck. Dean's hands
don't move, squeezing him tightly as he turns to the chair to grab the
comforter. Sam peaks over Dean's shoulder, and squeaks when he sees John appear
in the doorway.
Dean doesn't react, simply grabbing the comforter and and wrapping it around
the little cock warmer. Turning around, he walked out of the bedroom, trying
not to react as Sam's walls contorted, squeezing, milking his cock. He could
feel Sammy's smirk as he shakily walked past John, who looked at him worriedly.
"Do you want me to take him?" His eyebrows drawn, and Dean shook his head
slightly. John nodded, following Dean to the stairs, watching them walk into
their bedroom, before leaving to make a sandwich, which they shared in the
attic. He got down on hands and knees, the ceiling not far from them. Sammy
clung to him even tighter, and Dean kept an arm around him as he maneuvered
them to lie on Sam's mattress. He fumbled around for the plug he knew was
hidden under his mattress, and moved to pull out.
"N-no, Dean, no! Stay please, please stay i-in me, feels so good, do-don't
leave," Sam mumbled, almost incoherently. Dean rested his chin of Sam's
shoulder. "Can't, baby boy, can't, what if dad walked in? He would see us,
Sammy, see my cock still trapped inside you, I can plug you up though yeah
baby? Would you like that?" Sam whimpered in protest, but nodded. Dean rocked
into him, once, twice, and Sammy clenched around him. Dean took this time to
slip out of Sammy, cock growing colder and colder, quickly shoving the plug in
dry. Sam squeaked, sucking the plug into him further.
Dean pressed a kiss to Sam's hair, backing away while Sam whimpered, both from
the loss of body heat and the semi-uncomfortable plug that was inside of him.
Dean could hear him shifting around, trying to get comfortable, smiling, just a
little. Sammy's hole would be clenching and trying to lube the plug so it would
sit comfortably inside. He flipped over onto his stomach, legs drawing in
beside him. He gasped, the movement making the cum inside of him slosh and
sound oh so wonderful.
"Fuck you Dean, fuck you, and you are so eating this out of me," Sam hissed,
trying not to rut against the mattress.
"Looking forward to it," Dean smirked.
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