Sam didn't try to mess around with Dean for several days. He watched his brother hang out with that Sherry girl a few times, and thought that she didn't know how lucky she was. He would give his right arm to be in her shoes. He would give anything to have his brother willingly chase after him. Their relationship went back to normal, for the most part. For the first few days, after Sam had sucked him off, Dean was noticably wary of his little brother. When nothing happened, he figured that the little monster had decided not to bother. Sam had started to hang out with some girl that he sat next to in English, so Dean was hopeful that he was moving on to a more healthy relationship with some one who wasn't family.

Both boys got invited to a party that was being thrown at Sherry's cousin's house. They had a good time. Dean had even got Sam to drink his very first beer. He laughed at the squinty eyed expression on his face.

"There you go, Sammy. Now that ought to put hairs on your chest!"

"But I don't want hair on my chest," Sam objected.

"Well, Dad's really hairy, so I figure one of us has to get his genes in that department. Its certainly not me, because I'm nearly full grown, and I have only a few peach fuzz hairs there."

"Well, then I guess I'll shave. But I don't think I'll be getting a chestful either," Sam said, as he took another drink of his beer. He squinted a little less this time. With the third swallow, he tried not to squint at all but couldn't quite manage it. Eventually, he didn't care that the drink in his cup was nasty.

"Hey, look there's Sherry. I gotta scoot twerp, catchya later."

Sam was left alone, and he decided to go look for his date too. He got a little make out time with Anne, and she didn't get offended when he grabbed her boob once. She did laugh though and warned him not to do it again, she wasn't that type of girl. At the end of the party his brain felt slightly off kilter. Dean laughed at his drunk twelve year old brother. He wasn't walking or talking straight. Dean vaguely wondered if his father would be mad. The first time Dean had been under the influence, it had been quite by accident. He had picked up a rum and coke instead of his plain coke which had been sitting on the same table, at a party. That was back when he was eleven.

His Dad was out of town again with the Impala, so they had been ordered to hitch a ride from someone after the party. When they got home, Dean suggested Sam let him cook something so that he could sober up. The little twerp insisted that he was fine, said that the cool air coming through the car windows had sobered him up a little anyway. When Dean sat down to relax, pulling off his boots, that's when Sam decided that it was the perfect oppurtunity to pounce. He climbed into his big brother's lap with his crotch pressed up against Dean's.

"No, Sam get off. This isn't going to happen, again. Its all wrong! We're related, for fuck's sake!"

Sam didn't hear any conviction in his brother's voice. It was all said in more of a tired whine. He was way more sober than Dean was. He knew that the battle was mostly over before it had even begun.

"Dean," Sam begged, "I want you to fuck me. I know that you didn't get laid with Sherry. Don't you want me, Dean? I know you do."

"You can't be doing this to me again," Dean complained.

"Don't you love me?"

"Of course I do, twerp. But this is so wrong."

"I need you to help me, Dean. Your the only one I know who can take it."

There was a heavy sigh of beer breath, and then Dean asked, "Do you want me to bite you again?"

"Yes, but this time I want you to bite my neck. When Dad comes back I can always say that I got lucky at the party tonight."

Dean was ready to comply then, as he bit down hard on Sam's neck. He heard a groan of pure delight escape his baby brother's soft lips. By the time the eighth bite came around, both boys were at full mast. Sam was turned on my the exquisite pain, and Dean couldn't help but have a reaction to the sounds his brother was making. Dean licked Sam from the little notch at the base of his neck to the soft skin under his jaw.

"Sam," Dean said, in a soft rumble of his deep voice, "kiss me."

Sam was more than happy to comply. The kiss was mostly lips this time, but he enjoyed it. His lips were so fucking beautiful, and soft. His big brother really knew how to make a person feel important. He had a feeling that Dean was planning on taking it slow. He had no real objections, because he was kind of nervous himself, about the whole fucking thing. The nervousness wasn't strong enough to make him back down though. He wanted this whole virginity thing over with. Besides, people were always saying that its best to have your first time with someone special, and Sam couldn't think of anyone more special than Dean. Dean was his best friend, his protector, his everything.

Soon Dean was lying him gently on the bed, supporting his own weight with his left arm. Dean undressed him slowly button by button, kissing him all the way down his chest. He was then unbuckling Sam's belt buckle, and unzipping his pants, with the practiced easy of a man who had deflowered a virgin or two in his time. When they were both undressed and laying on top of one another, Sam thought that the undressing process had been super quick. While it was happening, he thought it was taking forever. Sam shook with the realisation that there was nothing between their two bodies.

"You can always change your mind if you want to," Dean said, from somewhere near his right shoulder, passing his lips gently over the boy's heated skin.

"No, I want this," Sam said, with conviction.

"Okay, then you need to relax. I won't move on untill your ready. We can take as long as you need. And of course, you can change your mind at any time."

"Promise," Sam asked.

"Promise," Dean agreed.

Dean started working on Sam's nerves, kissing him all over, as he lightly stroked his cock. He didn't try to get Sam excited, he was just trying to take his mind off what might or might not happen at the end of the night. When the feather light kisses didn't work, he claimed his brother's lips, again, going for a slow romantic kiss. The shaking stopped, but his heart was still pounding through his chest.

"Sam," Dean whispered against his lip, as he removed his hand from the stroking job, and placing it on his left thigh, brushing his fingers up and down, "I won't hurt you, I promise. I love you Sam. You need to relax if your going to enjoy this."

"I'm sorry Dean, I'm just all of a sudden nervous."

"If your not ready, that's okay."

There was a moment of silence, and then Sam said, "I've been think about this for a while, Dean. I want you inside me. I want you to be a part of me."

"I'm already a part of you," Dean replied.

Sam was very touched by Dean's response, but he didn't wat to cry like a girl, so he kissed Dean, trying to express his gratitude with tongue. Things were getting real passionate, and Dean moaned into the kiss. He figured that his little brother would either get too horny to be nervous, or grow confident with the fact that he could bring pleasure. Every time Dean's hand brushed Sam's butt, he could feel the kid tense up. Dean gave an internal sigh, this could be a long night. Maybe more words would make him feel better.

"You know what Sam," he purred against his brother's ear.

"Huh," Sam asked, finally looking in Dean's eyes, rather than the ceiling.

Sam saw a loving patience in those eyes, and a slight touch of lust. His heart rate slowed at least, seeing the confidence, and strength in his brothers eyes. He wanted to give Dean pleasure, more than he wanted to take. He was sure he wanted to do this. He wanted his brother to make love to him.

"I like how you suck my cock," Dean said, without even a flinch, or a show of embarrassment. Sam felt himself flush though, but he dared not look away.

"I like the feel of your lips down there. The way you look at me when your sucking me off. Your hot moist mouth all around me..."

Dean started rocking forward against him, a very suggestive move, letting him associate the pleasure of their cocks being rubbed together with thoughts of fucking. He could tell that his words and his actions were driving Sam wild. He knew that if he was confident and unflinching, Sam might follow his lead, loosing the embarrassed flush and the fears of being fucked.

"Did you like it when I fucked your mouth? Did you like the taste of me, Sammy? Did you like it when I took my pleasure from you? Your mine Sammy, all mine. I want you, baby brother. Do you want me to take care of you? Make you feel good?"

When Dean started to ask questions, his brother whimpered his consent. He started grinding against Dean, trying to get more pleasure. The way he was looking at him, Dean knew that he wanted it now. He didn't see any fear anymore. He leaned down and kissed him on the lips, teasing, only allowing lip contact at first. Then he slipped his tongue past his parted lips, and ravished his mouth. When Dean backed off again, Sam was left with no doubt that he was at his brother's mercy. Dean could do whatever he wanted to him, and he wouldn't be able to stop it, because he wanted Dean to do everything to him. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and only when his lover took satisfaction from him, would he be able to quench this burning desire.

"Suck my fingers," Dean said.

"Make me," Sam spat out.

Dean bit his lips hard, sucked on them and shoving his tongue forcefully into his mouth. It almost felt like he was raping his mouth, and Sam liked it. He had decided that he would be contradictory, forcing his brother to be rough with him. With his words Dean had taken away the fear, and awoken the hunger of the thing inside him. He liked the idea of Dean claiming him. He liked the idea of Dean being his master. He wanted Dean to take what was his.

"Sammy, do as your told," Dean commanded, liking this new game.

"No!"

He grabbed Sammy by the throat, placing his fingers over the right places, ready to cut off some of the blood supply to his brain. Sam felt the intended threat. He wanted to be slapped this time, though, not choked.

"Slap me."

"What? No," Dean said, worried about leaving marks, or truly hurting him.

"Just a little bit, not hard," Sam reasoned.

Dean did as he was told, taking the hand off Sam's throat, and lifting it up away from his face to deliver a stinging slap.

"Again," Sam growled, in his barely pubesant voice.

Sam's cheek was a deep red, and it stung, but he knew that these marks would dissapear in a short time. When he looked up at Dean, the older boy placed his fingers before his mouth, so he did as commanded, pretending to be the chastised sex slave. He sucked on Dean's fingers as he had sucked on his cock on their first night together, which meant that he was thorough. The suckling sounds that he made as he did so, made Dean involuntarily thrust forward as he leaked precome between their stomaches.

The finger that was inserted into Sam's ass wasn't as uncomfortable as he feared. It felt kind of good, warm and slick with his saliva. He hadn't ever thought of doing this to himself. He had no problem playing with himself in his alone time, but he had never thought of doing this to his ass before, not even when he first realized that he was attracted to Dean.

"Does it feel good," Dean asked.

"Yeah."

"Do you want the second finger?"

"Yes, please."

When the second finger was inserted that felt even better, especially when Dean started pushing them in and out of his body. Dean started opening his fingers little by little to stretch him out, getting him ready for the main event. Dean had lubricant in his duffle bag, but he didn't want to have to leave Sam to go get it. He didn't want to hurt Sam either, so he got up, after carefully removing his fingers from his brother's ass.

Sam made a sound of dissapointment when Dean moved, but smiled up at him, as he realized what he was bringing back with him. Dean smirked back, as if they shared a joke, spreading the contents of the tube all over his boner. Sam's cock twitches in anticipation, as he stares at Dean's dick, in all its shining glory.

Dean lays back down on the bed, pulling Sam's hips sideways along the bed, so that he isn't laying at an angle like he had been. When Dean's tip brushed against Sam's ass, the younger boy tensed again, out of reflex. Dean started kissing him all the way down his stomache, as Sam lightly stroked his own cock.

"Relax, baby," Dean said, biting off the endearment, before he could say brother.

He was sobering up pretty fast now, and his stomache twisted at what he was about to do. He tried to think of Sam as just another good lay. He couldn't back out now, after all he had done so far. Man, did he feel guilty now, though. He was the older brother, and he should be able to lay down the law, but he felt weak, and now thoroughly filthy as horny thoughts ran through his head. His little soldier standing at attention in his hands, told him that the sick fuck in his head wanted this. His cock that glissened with lubricant, and the cute little ass in front of him waiting for penetration made his heart pound with want. Sick, dirty, pediphial, incestuous want. What was wrong with him? He bit into Sam's hip, so that he could watch his victim squirm. Now, or never, and his body was screaming now.

Dean slid inside his little brother, untill he was all the way in. The delicious heat made a pleasurable shiver run up his spine. He checked his brother's face, to make sure he wasn't hurting him, then shifted his gaze to his right collar bone. He wasn't sure if the guilt had shown on his face, but he tried not to think of that now.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good, baby," Dean said, lowering his head down to kiss the chest in front of him.

When he got over the original shock of his entrance, Dean started moving his hips, slowly rocking against his lover's ass. A hand came down, and grabbed his ass, to give it a light squeeze of encouragment. Using the hand on his ass as a guide, he increased his tempo. Listening to the moans coming from his lover's sweet lips he was able to tell if he liked it. Soon, he hit the right spot, and Sam gave out a gasp, as his ass tightened around him. For a second, he thought he had hurt him untill his brother looked at him and said, "Do it again."

It didn't take long for him to finish, but it took Dean a little longer, as he tried to ignore the lecture his concious was trying to give him. When they were done, both brothers lay down on the bed, facing each other. It was Dean's turn to be embarrassed, this time. He had a hard time looking Sam in the eye.

Sam put his hand along Dean's jawline, and pulled his face around, so he would look at him. He knew that his big brother was sober, once more, and feeling guilty about using him, as he probably saw it. Sam knew the rules of society, and he knew that what they had just did was considered wrong. He didn't really feel guilty, because the little "voice" in his head was always encouraging him to do things like this. He could see that it bothered Dean though, so he made the effort to sooth him.

"Dean, I'm not your brother when we do this, okay? I'm not a little boy anymore. I know that I'm only twelve years old. I do know that okay? But I am not your twelve year old little twerp of a brother, right now. I needed this Dean. When I gave you head, before... For the first time in months I felt like I was able to control my sex drive. It was driving me crazy! This obsession that I've had with you, and sex in general, it was driving me insane. I need you Dean. I need you to help me control these feelings I have. I feel calm right now, euphoric, even. Dean, you make me feel good. You can still call me a bitch in the morning, embarrass me in front of girls who have crushes on me, and make fun of my dorkiness. I want to keep doing this though, but if we have sex, you have to stop thinking of me as your little brother, and think of me as a sexual being. Your the only one I can trust to look past my age, and girls my age aren't ready for what I have to offer. Dean, please tell me your not mad, at me or yourself."

Dean lay there, thinking, searching Sam's face. He had heard all the sincerity in that little speech of his. He sighed, and pulled his brother to his naked chest. He covered them both with some sheets and quilts, and sighed into Sammy's hair. He stayed quiet, for a long time, thinking. He thought about how much he loved Sammy. He had loved him almost all his life. When they were younger, he always gave him the last of the cereal, even if he hadn't had any. He went easy on Sam sometimes when they had a foot race down the street. He called him twerp, bitch, bookworm, dork, geek, and a few other things, but that was just how brothers showed their love. He looked after his little brother no matter what. Well, with one exception when he had failed. After that he had vowed to never screw up again.

He would do anything for his brother, to make this crappy little life that neither of them asked for a little easier. But could he really do this? This was a whole other level of twisted, and fucked up. He had seen the look in his eye when Sam had said that he need him. It looked like Sam was afraid of going back to the way he had been. He hadn't known that it had been that bad with Sam, where he felt completely out of control with his feelings.

"Dean," Sam asked, easily expressing to his brother that he needed him to say something.

"Shut up Sammy, and get some shut eye. We still have school tomorrow," was Dean's only response, that and the kiss he placed on his head.

"I love you, Dean."

"Don't get sentimental on me dorkzoid."

Soon Sam dozed off in Dean's arms, contented to be by his brother's side. Dean stayed awake a while longer, just happy to know that his little brother was safe, and alive, even if he wasn't completly sane. Eventually he fell asleep too.

0-0-0-0

In the morning he heard the alarm clock go off, but it was quickly silenced by the some one who was laying beside him. He was still somewhere in la la land, the place between waking and dreaming. When a gentle kiss was placed on his lips, he languidly kissed back. Then he suddenly snapped to and got up too fast, banging his forehead against the hard head above him.

Both brothers clamped a hand to their brows, and said, "ow".

"Damn it boy, I'm still getting use to all this," Dean complained, waving a hand between their two naked bodies, "don't kiss me when I'm half awake!"

"Sorry," Sam apologized, before going over to his stuff to pick out what he was going to wear for school.

Dean was ready for school in no time, waiting for Sam, as always, outside. Sam thought Dean would make things awkward between them this morning, so he was kind of caught him off guard, when his brother shoved him to the side, and took off.

"Come on Sammy, you going to take my challenge like a bitch, or are we going to race to the end of the block?"

This time, Dean didn't let his little brother win. He wanted to rub it in his face when he reached the elm tree at the end of the block. Still the king! Dean acted like he always did around Sam, teasing him, and playing around. Dean still hung out with Sherry, and flirted with girls, but Sam wasn't really jealous anymore.

One day, Sam found Dean making out with a girl in the hallway, next to his locker. He stood near Dean's elbow, and cleared his throat to let them know he was there. Dean unlocked his lips and looked at him. He didn't seem like he felt guilty for being caught. He said good-bye to the girl named Riley, and walked with his brother to lunch. Normally the two boys didn't sit together, but today, Dean didn't dare go sit anywhere else, with his brother looking like he was about to explode.

Before his brother could say anything as they sat down, Dean spoke first, "Hey, look man, its only a kiss, so don't have a fit over it."

Sam looked like his anger was nullified. A guy Dean knew came over to sit down, and he shook his head, saying something to the guy like, "not now, have to have a pivate conversation with my brother."

As Tom walked off, Dean took a glimps at his brother before continuing on his train of thought, "besides, I didn't know we were mutually exclusive."

That one had hurt Sam, and it showed plain on his face, before he looked down on the floor. Sam put his hand next to Dean's on the bench between them. He didn't dare hold his brother's hand in public, but the older boy could feel Sam's need to do just that in the gesture.

"Dean," Sam whispered, so no one else could hear, "I don't want to be one of your sexual flings. Please, Dean, I just need to know I'm important to you. This isn't going to be for forever. I know that I need to move on to a more healthier relationship eventually. Untill I can put an end to what we have here, I- Just please Dean, no sleeping with anyone else."

"Okay," Dean agreed with a sigh. He felt kind of guilty for making his brother feel like he was just a play thing. He didn't normally feel guilty about these kinds of things, but Sam was different. He loved his Sammy.

"I love you, Dean," Sam said timidly.

Dean put his arm around his brother's neck, and pulled him in towards his body, rubbing his knuckles through his hair. At first Sam just struggled futilely against his brother's hold than he grabbed Dean's pinky and ring finger, pulling them backwards. Dean was forced to release his brother, from his hold, and cry uncle to get his release. A few on lookers in the cafeteria smiled at the display of affection between brothers. There were many looks thrown in Dean's direction from some girls. Chicks were always into guys that showed that they were family men.

Tom came back to sit with Dean, and they spent most of their lunch time talking about girls. Sam rolled his eyes and just focused on his lunch, pulling out a book to read when he was finished. The brothers sat side by side, with their arms occasionally brushing against each other throughout lunch.

After school, Dean meet up with Sam, and tackled him. The brothers enjoyed their wrestling match. Over and over again, Dean got the upper hand. Over and over again his brother kept slipping from his grasp. When they stood up from their little tumble, Sam had to pull grass out of his shirt where his big brother had stuffed it.

0-0-0-0

In some town in pennslyvania, Sam was sitting in his history class taking notes when a knock came on the door. It was his brother. He asked the teacher for permission to pull Sam out of class for a few minutes. When she asked if it was important, Dean told her that it sort of was, so Ms. Woodrow let him leave.

"What's up," Sam asked, as soon as the classroom door closed behind him.

"Follow me," came Dean's simple response.

When they walked up to an unlocked closet, Dean finally looked down into Sam's face. What he saw in Dean's eyes made his knees turn to water. He had noticed Dean fiddling with something in his pocket, but now that he knew what they were there for, maybe he was trying to discreetly readjust himself in his jeans. Once in the closet, Dean forced him to his knees.

"Unfortunatly I didn't think that I'd be having sex with you at school when I got ready this morning, so you'll have to lube me up with your mouth," Dean said.

Sam got working on freeing Dean's dick from his jeans right away. His fingers trembled with eagerness, as he worked the button free, and then pulled the zipper down. When he shoved the length of hard flesh down his throat, he moaned in ecstasy. Dean started thrusting his cock into his brother's hot mouth, in slow deep strokes. Once he thought that there was enough spittle on his cock, he pulled out, dripping wet.

"Stand up, Sammy. Your going to take my cock up your ass, not on your knees like a bitch."

A hiss of pain escaped Sam's lips as Dean's cock entered him. His brother looked up from readjusting their position against the wall. Sam's eyes were closed as he focused on relaxing his muscles.

"A little too rough," he asked, with concern.

"I just have to adjust, that's all," Sam grunted, past the pain.

Dean started teasing the skin of his neck, as he waited for the pain to leave Sam's face. Then slowly, and carefully he started thrusting. As it started to feel good, Sam squeezed his brother's shoulder as permission to take him more roughly.

"Come on Dean," Sam growled with impatience, "take me roughly."

"You can't call out," Dean warned, as he stripped his jacket off, and pulled his shirt down to reveal his shoulder, "bite down on me if you feel the need."

The pain was making Sam see stars, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted this. He needed this. Dean was looking down at Sam's shoulder as he thrust deep within his brother's beautiful ass. If he had been looking at Sam's eyes he would have noticed that they were getting darker and darker untill they were almost black.

With a tight clench of his inner muscles, and a deep gasp of breath, Sam came between their two bodies in great gushing spouts of white. Dean soon followed. The boys stood there against the closet wall for a little while as they both tried to catch their breaths. Then Dean pulled up his pants, tucked himself in behind his zipper, and fixed his shirt. He tore open a package of papertowels, and wiped at a spot on his left side. He smirked at Sam as he put his jacket on to cover the spluge, and left.

By the time Sam was ready to leave the closet, Dean was already halfway down the hallway. He looked back and gave Sammy a small wave before continuing on his way. Needless to say, Sam was distracted for the rest of the day in his classes.