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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Always_a_Different_Sex, Female_Dean_Winchester,
      Brother/Sister_Incest, Non-Consensual_Somnophilia, Age_Difference,
      they're_both_still_underage, Sam_is_still_younger, Implied/Referenced
      Underage_Drinking, Implied/Referenced_Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Sam_is_a
      little_creep, Drunk_Sex, Unconscious_Sex, Sleep_Groping, Vaginal
      Fingering, Vaginal_Sex, Unsafe_Sex, Orgasm, Creampie, implied_future
      pregnancy, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Nipple_Play, Possessive
      Behavior, Situational_Humiliation, Sexual_Abuse
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-01 Completed: 2015-11-05 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 1935
****** come home to my arms ******
by LilMysterios
Summary
     Deanna always goes out on Fridays, and she always comes home trashed,
     passing out on the bed before she can even take her heels off.
     (Meanwhile Sam usually enjoys himself quite a bit, using his sister's
     warm, pliant body while she sleeps.)
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     As always, everything is in the tags and warnings. Please read
     everything carefully before starting this fic. ^^
     I still operate without a beta, so if there are any mistakes, there
     are entirely mine... and I would appreciate if you told me where they
     are. You know. So I can fix them.
     Anyway, enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Every Friday, Deanna goes out.
Their dad is never there anyway, always gone on some sort of solitary mission,
and Sam isn’t the one who’s gonna tell on her, so there is no reason for her to
not accept when people invite her over, right?
Sam always makes sure she’s got a ride to come back home, because their dad
would kill him if anything happened to her, but apart from that he is happy to
simply watch her as she runs around the motel room, doing her make-up and
picking out clothes.
(Sam doesn’t know why she even bothers trying new things… she always ends up
wearing the same kind of outfit...)
When she goes, lightly kissing Sam on the cheek before dashing out the door,
Sam can still feel the fruity, sweet tang of her perfume long after she closes
the door behind her…
Sam then spends a nice, relaxing evening on his own, catching up on homework
and reading that last book he borrowed form the library… but really he just
waits patiently for Deanna to come home.
Because even if he knows it’s wrong, he’s got very specific plans in mind for
when she does… after all, Sam may be young, but he knows what he likes.
Specifically, he likes to wait up until Deanna comes home from her party –
likes to listen silently while she tries to open the door with clumsy hands,
stumbling inside on her high heels, legs wobbly and unstable on her short
journey to her bed, before she just collapses on it, and Sam just listens,
breathing carefully even, and doesn’t move until he can hear her snore lightly,
all but passed out, limp and flopped onto the bed next to him.
He likes to creep up next to her and climb onto the mattress, light and silent
and precise, to settle between her legs - her beautiful, smooth, golden legs –
and then he likes to open her thighs, fingers quick and precise because he
doesn’t want her to wake up…
He always checks her eyes, a little wary - but no, she’s out of it, she drank
too much like she always does, and then he’s lifting her skirt, pushing the
light, stretchy fabric above her ass until the lacy white of her panties is
shining in the light from the window.
He likes to touch a bit at first; no matter how many times he does it, he
marvels every single time at the smoothness of her inner thighs, he palms the
exquisite roundness of her ass cheeks, tests their firmness with affectionate,
possessive gropes of the tempting, offered flesh…
And then he’s pushing her panties aside, uncovering the warm, damp space of her
pussy, licking his lips and feeling hungry for it… he starts with just
caressing her, stroking her where it makes her shiver, pressing up against the
supple mount of her pussy, and it’s fun for a while, but at the end his fingers
always go inside.
Sometimes she’s already wet, sometimes she’s not, but anyway it always ends up
with him three fingers deep, his slippery knuckles stretching her wide and
open, plunging in and out where she’s all soft and slick, and then he’s taking
them all out, wiping his wet hand on the sheets and taking his dick out…
He likes to test the entrance first, tease her open, welcoming warmth with
short jabs of the tip of his little cock, and then when he gets too impatient
he slides inside of her.
It goes in super easy and he’s almost falling forward, his hard little member
pushing into her soft, creamy insides, and then he’s fucking her, slow and deep
and tight, and she envelopes him in her sleep, squeezing him with her wet, wet
warmth and it’s perfect, it’s fucking exquisite, and Sam’s eyes are rolling
back in his head as he tries to go even deeper, the very core of her blooming
like a flower for her brother’s cock.
He figured out a while ago that if he touches her right there she’ll make the
most beautiful noises while he fucks her, tiny moans and breathy little
whimpers and the prettiest little hiccups of ecstasy, and he so loves to hear
her breathe harshly as he strokes her just right, teasing her clit until she
comes in her sleep, her whole body shuddering around him as she sighs softly,
her slippery cunt rippling around him like waves of pleasure.
After that she’s all fucked-out, her limbs heavy and lax and he finishes
quickly, using her sleeping body like a living cumbucket, his hips snapping
violently against her ass as he plunges in and out of her warm, wet pussy…
 then he can feel his orgasm built, tight and coiling heat in his gut, and it
only takes a few deep, hard thrusts before he’s coming all the way inside of
her, pulsing thick and hot and pushing his sticky seed deep in her ripe body.
He likes to stay there for a few more minutes after that, his cock buried
inside of her as he closes his eyes and savors the glorious feeling of their
two heartbeats, thumping together where they’re joined...
After that he pulls out gently, carefully, watching his softening cock slip out
of her, the slow, thick trickle of come that follows, gushing out of her over-
stretched, fucked-out pussy…
He straightens her panties and delicately closes her thighs, and oh, how he
loves hearing the soft sound her wet, open pussy makes when it closes on the
sticky load of his fresh come…
Sam finally ends up going to bed, sated and sleepy, his body still running with
adrenaline, and he sleeps his most peaceful night of the week.
When Deanna wakes up the next morning she never remembers anything from her
night, and he loves seeing her so confused when she finds the gooey mess
between her legs, her worried eyebrows as she wonders where it’s from – who
it’s from.
She’ll never know, Sam thinks, and he is quite proud of himself.
Deanna will keep going to parties, and she’ll keep getting drunk, and she’ll
keep waking up in the morning to find her baby brother’s come between her
thighs, but even when she eventually ends up pregnant she’ll never figure it
out.
She’ll never look at the other bed in the room and wonder what Sam was doing
when she came home...
She'll never wonder if maybe, maybe he was the one to slide inside her in the
dark hours of night, the one to empty himself in the open, vulnerable warmth of
her pussy...
Because if there’s one thing Deanna will never doubt, it’s Sam.
Oh... the irony. 
Chapter End Notes
     So this is something I've wanted to write for a loooong time, and I
     finally did it! I'd be glad to know if you liked it too, so don't be
     shy and drop a comment! ^^
     Also I'm marking this as complete but it is entirely possible that I
     write another chapter someday... I mean I'm not promising anything
     huge but I'm thinking maybe a little chapter? I don't know. Tell me
     if you're interested!
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay so I couldn't resist and I wrote a bit more of this, but don't
     expect something wildly new... I just needed to get it out of my
     system, so it's not that different from the first, really.
     Except I didn't have to bother with the intro. He he he.
     Like in the first chapter, everything's in the tags (that I updated,
     tell me if I missed anything) and warnings, so be safe and enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sometimes Sam likes to flip Deanna over.
He’s a bit smaller than her, and still slightly scrawny so it’s not easy, but
when he eventually manages to roll over on to her side, and then on her back,
it is glorious.
It is glorious because then he can push her tank top off her chest, free those
perfect, bouncy breasts, and they all but jump into his hands when he unhooks
her bra – and that part is indeed a bit tricky form this side, but it is so
worth it when he gets to really feel them, the silky softness of them as he
rolls and massages them under his palms, as his digs fingers into the firm
flesh, feeling the skin ripple under his knuckles…
He also loves to play with her nipples, watch them go hard and tight and needy
as he pinches them between thumb and forefinger, and god, if he flicks them
just right Deanna will have the most beautiful reactions, will twist her torso
under him as if to get away, while at the same time her chest rises from the
mattress to meet his fingers like a cat begging to be pet… and Sam gets the
message and keeps petting her, smirking proudly as even in her sleep she moans
high and desperate when he touches her the right way…
She is much easier to finger open in this position, he must admit, and there
are few things he loves more than the simple gesture of opening her legs wide,
thighs spread sluttily on either side of her full hips, and it is as if she is
his at this moment, utterly and completely his, her very core uncovered just
for him to relish and take, muscles beautifully relaxed under her velvety skin
when he delicately strokes the insides of her thighs.
But the best thing in this position is probably that he gets to actually see
her face while he fucks her; gets to see that little flicker of pain when he
first enters her, rough and fast, that slight frown she wears when he slides
home, his bony hips coming to kiss her firm, tight ass as his slim cock pushes
through her warm, wet cunt…
He gets to see those sinful lips of hers part on a sleepy sigh when he starts
to fuck her a bit harder, kiss her slack mouth and shove his tongue deep
inside, licking and sucking the delicate moans falling from her mouth as he
pumps his hips furiously, in and out of her open, offered insides, the silence
of the room only broken by their breathing and the wet, squelching sound his
dick makes when it plunges into the juices of her soaked pussy…
It is also the absolute best angle to see how she opens around him, how the
pink folds of her slick, warm cunt part and stretch to accommodate his cock –
and really, Sam isn’t arrogant, he knows he isn’t that big, not yet at least,
but she, she is so tight that it makes no difference… he still feels like he’s
splitting her right in two, forcing her wide and open and over-stretched, every
time he slides into her, the feeling of tight and hot almost overwhelming when
her silky inner walls hug him from every side.
But she doesn’t seem to mind being stretched open by her brother’s cock,
really, especially not when he presses a thumb to her clit, playing with the
swollen, slick little bit of flesh, watching her as she twists and moans in her
sleep, her big, gorgeous tits bouncing so obscenely in time with his thrusts…
But this time when he comes he pulls out immediately, because he loves pushing
her knees to her chest, forcing her ass up until he can watch the slow gush of
come leaking out of her, thick and lukewarm… and god, Deanna is all sleepy and
tired, fucked-out and full of come now and Sam likes this, he likes seeing her
all filled up with his come, with his seed…
So he plays with it, pushes it back into her, plunges his fingers deep into the
sticky mess until her pussy is throbbing with all the attention, sensitive
flesh hot and tender under his fingertips, and by the time Sam lets go of his
sister’s knees and lets her body unfold, nothing comes out.
She just stays there, asleep and seemingly innocent, while her brother’s come
breeds her all through the night… and that filthy knowledge that she isn’t as
unattainable as she appears, the thought that she can say no to all the guys
she wants, stay proud and strong and arrogant throughout the day, but still
come home and be fucked and humiliated and owned by her small, dorky little
brother?
That is Sam’s absolute favorite thing in the world.
 
Chapter End Notes
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