Sam and Dean had just changed out of their sixth costume of the day. Sam happened to look over and blushed as he noticed that his twin was remarkably well built. "Sempai" he whispered inaudibly, "What was that?" said Dean hitching up his flesh light like a team of flighty mares. "Nothing, it... it… was nothing… really. I swear. Pinky promise," said Sam lying through a gap in his teeth comparable to Sooki's. Dean shrugged as he unfolded yet another crusty sock from a drawer full of crusty, even solid, socks. "WELP, time to get to jerk" he stated as casually as one would discuss the weather. "If you're not jerkin' you're shirkin'!" shouted back the younger twin uncomfortably. Dean started in on the sock like a hungry hippo starts in on those little white balls, no pun intended. Sam rolled and rolled like an alligator with a death grip on a poor bastard antelope in his bed unable to settle down with the thought of his meaty twin pleasuring himself unabashedly.
"You know," said Dean in between jerks, "You really should try this sometime. It feels like doves cooing through your urethra." Sam turned a shade darker in the hue that was now permanently imbibed on his cheeks. "If you won't yourself, younger twin, than I shall do it for you" Dean snarled. A hand went across the valley between their two hotel beds like a mongoose striking at an angry cobra. It burst through the shitty blankets like a rocket through the stratus, leaving Sam no time to protest. But would he have protested? All that much? That we leave to the theologians, but now, now is the moment of his waltz into the sphere of men. "DEAN!", growled Sam spitting his name like sandy pebbles after a day at the beach. "PLEASE, PLEASE PUT OUT THE FIRE," cried Sam as memories surfaced of a simpler time in his life; when he didn't even realize he had a twin. Dean gasped and shook with the realization that he had a twin, but then quickly recalled he already knew that. "With pleasure" he purred into Sam's ear a little too moistly and it was a little gross to have that much saliva in your ear canal. Ya know? I know. Dean only smiled knowingly as he continued to mercilessly milk every last drop of pearly buttercream from Sam's manroot.
Sam's eyes fluttered open, and to his great surprise they were now on the ceiling having departed from the questionable bedspread as soon as his ejaculate graced the space that is usually taken up by air. They floated down from the reverse plane that that usually took up like Charlie and his Grandpa descending from the fizzy lifting drink. "All's well that ends well" chuckled Dean. They went on to discuss Shakespeare and his plot points the rest of the evening. Dean then turned on the TV for some noise as they slept, but as soon as he saw the hover round commercial he orgasmed explosively. And we mean explosively in a literal sense, because my friends, he destroyed the entire hotel and himself taking his twin with him.
The end.