A/N- This is a spur of the moment idea for me that I am using to test a personal theory of mine. This story is a pure, hard-core, down and dirty, wincest one-shot! Beware! It is graphic! So, if you aren't a shipper or don't like that kind of thing...hit the back button now or forever hold your piece. I warned you, so please, no rude or ugly reviews...it could really do a number on a girls anger management training. ;-) Jk. Enjoy the story! And if you would be so kind as to leave a review, it would be greatly appreciated!
Dean's POV
We were checked into yet another run down motel just outside the border of Arizona on a summer night hotter than either of us could stand. Sam opened the door, walking out of the bathroom to the sound of the toilet flushing. I look over at him to see he's wet his hair and arms. His hair is soaked, wet strands are clinging to his face and neck. The front of his shirt is drenched from the collar to about halfway to his bellybutton. He posts in the doorway mopping his face with the bottom of his shirt and exposing his belly to me. I gulp at the sight and quickly divert my eyes by filling my shot glass again and downing it.
I look longingly out the window at the pool that sits not 20 feet outside the door to our room. A small smile creeps across my face and a drunken giggle shortly follows it.
"Hey, Sammy?" I call, still looking at the pool.
"Mmm?" He responds. He sounds as if he is coming closer but I ignore this and continue.
"How do you make holy water?" I turn back to look at his face and see him sitting in the chair across from me, picking up his hand of cards. He stops short, looking at me like I'm stupid.
"You're drunk, Dean. You know how to-" I cut him off before he can get technical and ruin the joke.
"You boil the hell out of it!" Sam just looks at me with such an intensely puzzled look on his face that I can't help but laugh. When my laughs die down to a chuckle here and there I feel it bubbling up in the back of my throat again seeing Sam still staring at me with those lost eyes.
"It was a joke, Sam." A little bubble of laughter escapes me. "Get it?" He stares blankly at me. "When you boil the hell out of water it becomes holy?" I snigger a few more times. Sam shakes his head with a little smirk at the corner of his mouth.
"You know, to most people a joke is no longer funny when you have to explain it." He looks down at his cards again with a little frown between his eyebrows then sighs, placing them face down on the table and sliding them toward me. "I fold." He says.
"I wasn't laughing at the joke. I was laughing at your face, dude! It was priceless!" My chuckle grows to a full blown laugh when I look at the hand Sam had. "You have got to be kidding me!" I say, looking down at the flush that was Sammy's hand, flashing my two-pair hand at him. "Dude you totally could have wiped the floor with me!" Sam shrugs nonchalantly and stretches his hands above his head, bowing his back and letting his head fall back in what looked like a great stretch that simultaneously made my mouth water.
"I know. That's why I folded." I stared at him in confusion and he blurted out a short burst of laughter. "You're a sore loser Dean, and even more of a sore winner." I opened my mouth to protest then snapped it shut, shrugging at the truth of his statement. "Besides," Sam started, getting up and going toward his bedside table, "I was tired of playing poker anyway."
He grabbed his shot glass and poured himself another, downing it, then poured us both another shot full. Together we'd killed a six pack of beer and ¾ of a fifth of Jack Daniels. We clanked our shot glasses together and Sam looked into my eyes as he threw back his drink. The eye contact continued as he put it back down on the table. Those lovely, bright green eyes of his darkened with a shadow of something that was hard for me to comprehend right now. I found my swallow of Jack burning exceptionally as I struggled to get it down past the sigh trying to come up my throat, an audible gulp sounded as I finally succeed. Sam smiled at me and there was something devious hidden behind those pearly whites that I haven't seen before. Sam stood up and looked out the window, his head snapping back towards me.
"Lets go swimming!" He said with an almost child-like giddiness.
He didn't wait for a response, just grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, having shucked his button down long ago, pulling it up and over his chest, arching his back once it got so high, then over his head. Then the shirt was on the floor and I was left staring at Sam's upper body. My eyes followed the ridges and ripples of muscle, the way the V of his hips and that dark line of hair, trailing tantalizingly down from his belly button, disappeared into his jeans.
"Come on." He said pulling on the button of his jeans and then they too were gone and nothing but the elastic band of his boxers keept them slung low on his hips.
Sam walked to the door and stopped in the archway, turning to look at me tauntingly, then he was gone. A handful of seconds later I heard a splash and my heart raced at what I was about to do. I got up and clumsily fumbled out of my clothes. When I closed the door behind me and made my way to the pool I saw Sam's boxers sitting about a foot from the edge of the now rippling water and gulped. Sam was naked. My mouth watered and I fought the shiver that tried to creep its way down my spine. I remembered the guy behind the check-in desk eagerly checking us into the room. Apparently we were the only guests...how convenient.
Sam turned around to look at me and I could feel myself start to get hard as I slipped my boxers off my hips letting them slide to the ground. I thought for a second about just plunging into the pool before he could notice my growing hard-on but was mesmerized by him. He looked amazing, the moonlight made his tawny skin gleam and glow as his muscles glided smoothly underneath it with each easy stroke back and forth. I stood there watching him look at me as he casually floated in the water and my stomach did a weird little flip-flop that I didn't think I'd ever experienced, not even when I was a virgin. I dove into the water feeling blessedly relieved. The way the water caressed and flowed around my bare skin felt amazing and by the time I came up out of the water I was sporting an all out hard-on. Sam was a few feet away and swam up to me with a heart stopping smile. Our chests brushed and I tensed at the closeness knowing that we were both naked. I moved my hips back because I was hard as stone and didn't want Sam to know, but his eyes followed the movement, flicking down to the surface of the water as if he could see it.
"It's okay." He said in a thick and seductive voice I'd longed to hear but feared was fake.
He took my hands in his, pulling me through the water toward him. When we were so close I could feel my cock brush his upper thigh a blush scalded through my cheeks and I almost pulled away, but I didn't. He leaned into me so that our chests were flush against each other. I shivered as I felt his lips brush the soft flesh of my earlobe and I gasped as he put my hands on either side of his very large, very hard cock.
"I'm hard too." He whispered in my ear right before his tongue flicked in a hot line against the outside of it.
I shivered and sighed. I had a second to think about how wrong this was and then realized I didn't care, I had tried to care for so long but I couldn't find it in me to do so anymore. Anything that felt this good, this right, couldn't be wrong. Why should it be wrong? Who has the right to say that what I felt was wrong? Sam pulled back enough that I could see him smiling and I watched his eyes flick down to my lips then back up to my eyes. My heart beat against my ribs like a caged animal and my breathing was too fast as he slowly leaned in to brush his lips against mine. He pulled back and ran his hand over mine, which was still wrapped around his cock, up my arm, around my shoulder and up my neck into my hair, pulling our bodies flush and forcing me to move my arms around him. He claimed my lips in a slow sensual kiss, flicking his tongue against my lips, asking permission. I opened my mouth to him and was swept away in the most erotic, sensual, passion-filled kiss of my life. The velvet of his lips and the silky softness of his tongue moved against me in a maddening rhythm that had me moaning into his mouth.
He broke the kiss and spun me around so my back was pressed to his front. I felt the taught muscle of his arms around me, his hard cock pressing between the top of my ass and my lower back, his hands exploring my body, delving lower and lower until he was tracing the lines of my hips, tracing the trail of hair leading down to where I wanted him to touch me the most. I could feel my cock twitch in time to my ragged breathing right before Sam fisted me. My head fell back onto his shoulder, back arching as he drew his hand slowly up my length. I felt his lips against my neck, his other hand holding my lower half so that my ass was pressed against his hard length. I arched my back a little more as I lifted my arm above my head to sink my hand into his hair. Oh god! It felt so good. So good! I turned my head to face him and he dipped his head down to claim my lips again. His hand kept with the slow, tortuous rhythm. I wanted release so badly. I moved my hand down on top of his to urge him faster and felt his cock twitch against me but he refused to quicken his pace. I made a frustrated noise, that sounded almost like a plea, into his mouth and was rewarded with him tightening his hand around me.
I broke the kiss, throwing my head back and gasping at the difference a little pressure made. He started running his thumb over the head of my cock at the end of each stroke and I moaned for him, tightening my hand in his hair and sinking my fingers into the flesh of his thigh. I was so close now and I knew Sam knew it because his cock twitched against me at the height of every stroke, his breathing ragged. Sam gave his hand a little twist and that was it, I was about to fall screaming off that ledge and then I was alone in the shallow end of the pool, a cry of outrage at the back of my throat.
Sam was hauling himself out of the pool, all that lush, tanned skin slick with water. I found myself envying the drops of water kissing all that flesh and wanted to taste every drop on my tongue. I didn't think I could walk until he bent over to grab his boxers looking at me between his legs. I couldn't breathe. Sam stood up and tosses a look over his shoulder at me that was dark and full of promise.
I didn't remember getting out of the pool and I didn't bother to grab my boxers. I got to the room, closed the door behind me and almost expected to see Sam waiting for me on the bed on all fours but instead I was left looking around a dim bedroom lit only by the light from the cracked bathroom door. I didn't see him come up but suddenly I was being flung onto the bed. I rolled onto my back in time to see him walk up to the edge of the bed and pull me over to him, putting one of my legs on either side of his waist. His mouth wandered everywhere: my mouth, my neck and throat, my stomach and hips, places I never knew could feel so erotic. I was so hard it hurt and Sam's belly was slick with precum from where I had rubbed against him. I felt like my skin was on fire!
When Sam's lips closed around the taught peak of my left nipple I moaned his name, burying my hand into his hair. He expertly rolled and pinched my right nipple between the pads of his fingers as his lips and tongue worked the left and I felt like I was going to fly apart from needing to come so bad.
"Sam!" I called, rolling my hips up into his belly.
I felt his deep seductive laugh rumble through me and groaned. He leaned on his arms, staring down at me, watching me writhe. I clutched at his arms, his chest, head thrown back, arching up for him and spreading my legs in invitation while rolling my hips. He could have me anyway he wanted, do anything to me and I knew I'd love every second of it. When I looked up I was delighted to see that he was watching me, his lips parted and wet, hair hanging down to frame his face, eyes dark with an almost animal lust. I threw my head back as that look speared through me going straight to my groin.
"Oh god..." I heard him moan, voice throaty, thick with lust.
He leaned down and viciously kissed me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as tight as I could, as if trying to push my way through him and out the other side. He groaned into my mouth and broke away from me violently. He was gone. I was about to shout my frustration when I felt his mouth close over my cock. I moaned so loudly it was almost a scream. My hands clutched at the sheets, needing something to grab. His mouth was hot and wet around me. He slid all the way down until his lips were flush against the skin at my base. I arched off the bed and choked on a scream. Oh god! His lips glided back up my length until he sucked lightly on the head of my cock, swirling his tongue around and around and moving it in and out of his mouth shallowly. He deep-throated me again then slowly, tortuously ascended, flicking his tongue on the underside of the head of my cock. Every muscle in my body burned and twitched with the need to come.
"Look at me." I heard him say in a voice deepened with sex.
I looked down my body at Sam licking up the length of my cock, laving at the head then sucking my length slowly down his throat inch by inch. By the time he got halfway down my eyes had slid closed in pleasure again. Sam pulled back and I whimpered.
"I said..." Sam closed his fist around the base of me and squeezed. I scream for him as pleasure tore through my body and my eyes rolled back in my head. "Look at me." He finished.
I was so close to coming. My cock twitched to the time of my heart and wept pre-cum down the length of it. I looked at Sam crouched between my legs, but he was no longer touching me. I cried out in frustration as my orgasm receded again. I wanted to cry. I needed to come so badly I hurt!
"Sam..." I panted out while looking him in the eyes. "Sam, please. Please! I need you!" I begged between ragged gulps for air. Sam smiled devilishly.
"Need me to what?" He flicked his tongue along my length drawing a gasp from me.
"Please!" I almost screamed, but he just looked at me as if waiting. I searched through my brain, frantically searching for the words he could want to hear but found the whole process to be sluggish at best. "Please, Sammy! Please, finish me! I need it!"
His devilish grin spread wide and his eyes gleamed in what looked like triumph right before he swallowed my whole length. I tried to keep eye contact but I was lost to the pleasure. He kept a high-suction, rapid pace, fluctuating between deep-throating me and milking the first half of me. My legs were twitching, my hands clawing at the sheets, body bowed off the mattress, eyes rolled back in my head, his name falling from my lips like a prayer. I was lost to Sam so thoroughly that my orgasm crept out of nowhere. It swept through my body like an explosion, tearing through me in fierce waves. I screamed, one lungful after another and felt my hips buck, thrusting into Sam's mouth. My world was whited out with pleasure, eyes rolled so far back into my head I could see stars and I felt as if my very bones would splinter apart from it. When I came to Sam was hovering over me. Sound came back to me slowly and I heard him laughing. I felt boneless and was panting, struggling for precious oxygen. He kissed me but I had to break away because I still couldn't breathe. Sam didn't give me time to recover. His hand moved between my legs and I twitched in pleasure.
"You know what that was?" I shake my head, not able to form words. He smiled wickedly and held three fingers up that gleamed in the dim light, wiggling them. "These were inside you."
I felt my eyes widen. I didn't remember him ever sticking his fingers inside me. He laughed and grabbed my legs, spreading them apart. He had prepped me and I hadn't even known it. I wanted to tell him I couldn't handle anymore, or that I'd never done anything like this but the words never formed. Sam watched my face as he pressed against the outside of my entrance and even though I didn't think it possible I writhed in pleasure as he slid inside me inch by inch. I found myself thinking there wouldn't be enough of me to sheathe his full length but when he was finally all the way in we both moaned in unison.
Sam stayed perfectly still, waiting to make sure I'm okay. When he asked I respond by moving against him. His breath caught in his throat and then he smiled as he started a shallow, slow rhythm that felt great, but soon enough I wanted more. My cock was once again hard and long, bouncing against my belly with each thrust. I leaned up, grabbed Sam's ass and pulled him into me while thrusting up to meet him. We both moaned and Sam understood what I wanted. He thrusted hard into me a few times, slowly at first to test and make sure it was actually what I wanted and when I didn't say no his control snapped. He thrusted into me fast and hard. Our moans were loud as they punctuated the slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh at the end of each thrust.
Sam was breathing raggedly and I could see the concentration twisting his face a second before he stopped dead. I tried moving against him but he grabbed my hips, holding them still. He stayed sheathed inside me but didn't move for a couple minutes, our heavy breathing the only sound. Then he began moving in a shallow rhythm, rolling his hips in a dance-like motion, running himself over a spot inside me that had me clutching at his arms and back, moaning his name within four thrusts. It felt so good. Oh god, it felt good!
Sam switched his rhythm again. He rubbed himself against that spot that was driving me mad then thrusted into me full force making me scream, alternating back and forth between the two. His face twisted up with concentration again as he palmed my cock. His chest heaved above me, skin gleaming with sweat, his hair lank and dripping with it. The muscles in his arms were strained and my name fell from his lips with every thrust.
I could feel that I was about to come this time. I had time to scream out Sam's name again before I shattered apart. I heard Sam scream my name as hot jets of fluid coated me inside, then I was lost to my orgasm that Sam milked by continuing to thrust into me.
When I could see again Sam was collapsed on the bed next to me. He was a glorious sight: face slack with orgasm, full, reddened lips parted, chest heaving a mile a minute, body and hair soaked with sweat, stomach covered with my come. It was almost enough to get me hard again. I shook my head with a smile at the thought.
A small voice in the back of my head was telling me this wasn't real. It told me this wasn't my Sammy. That I needed to wake up before I died. I shook my head and squelched the little voice, shoving it into a closet in the recesses of my mind where I locked up all the shit that I didn't want to think about. That I want to forget. That was where it could stay.
As I curled against Sam's side I sighed in relief. This was what I had wanted for so long. Sam wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, the slickness of our skin gliding against each other as we settled into the other's body. Now that I had it, there was no way I was letting it go.
A/N- At this point I am my own editor so please forgive any mistakes I may have made. Again I would love some feedback and maybe I'll write another story like this one. Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this story I am currently writing another Wincest story called Power, Pride and Pleasure. It is not just porn, it has an actual plot but it is sexually graphic and violent and there is quite a build up to the down and dirty sex. I hope you all will check out my other story but if not, thanks for reading!