After the most awkward dinner ever, everyone had retired to bed early. He and Desyre kept trying to avoid looking at each other. It was hard not to relive what happened earlier.
On the way upstairs, Dean found out Bobby had put her in the room by his. Their rooms were literally adjoined by a shared bathroom.
He heard the shower turn on as he lay on top of his bed.
'Desyre was in there now. She was probably stripping off those tight shorts, pulling her tank top over her head and then reaching around to unclasp her bra. ' he thought.
Dean's hand trailed over his engorged cock, straining against his boxer briefs. He took it out to ease the pressure. He needed to stop thinking about her, he knew he did but he began stroking his dick absent-mindedly.
He heard the change in the water and the shower door sliding shut, signaling she was completely naked, getting into the shower.
'It was his sister, his little sister was getting in the shower. His innocent little sister.. She would be getting all wet before reaching for the soap. Then she would lather up and trace her hands up her body to cup her full breasts. Then she would trail one of her hands down to her clitoris, where she would start to gently rub it in small circles. She would be still aroused by the kiss this afternoon and thinking of it and him would cause her breath to come out in tiny moans.'
He could almost hear it he was so intent on his fantasy. Picturing it as he stroked his shaft up and down vigorously.
'She would use her other hand to pinch her nipple, picturing his mouth and tongue on it. She would feel something building, getting so aroused by the fact that her Dean would be the cause of her first orgasm. Her rubbing would start to get faster as she pictured him bending down, tilting her back and licking her core... She would cum hard, gasping, "Dean!"'
Suddenly he heard it, clear as day.. Her voice softly crying out "Dean..!"
He came violently, the pleasure hit him so hard and fast he didn't know if he imagined it.
He heard another orgasmic moan and then a thump and a cry. He hurriedly wiped off with his shirt, and ran over to the bathroom door.
"Desyre? Are you ok?" Dean asked jiggling the handle. When he got no response, he barged in. It was hot and steamy inside, and there was a hint of an intoxicating scent in the air.
"No, don't come in.." Her voice came weakly.
"What's wrong? Did you slip?" He stepped up to the shower door.
"I'll be ok, you can go.." She answered softly.
'Screw this,' Dean thought. "Here, catch.." He said as he tossed a towel over. "Now cover yourself up so I can help you."
"I'm fine you don't have to.." She began.
"Desyre, do it now!" Dean's voice was authoritative.
"Yes Sir." She squeaked. It shouldn't have given him a little thrill but once again his body betrayed him by becoming erect.
"You set?" His voice came out gravelly, thick with arousal.
"Yes.." He ripped open the shower door, and his eyes bulge, unprepared for the slight of so much gorgeous, wet skin.
Her body pink from the heat of the shower, the towel thrown over her middle barely concealing her breasts and just skimming her thighs. She had been unable to wrap it all the way around herself, and Bobby's towels were kind of small and threadbare.
He gritted his teeth, like imagining this wasn't bad enough. He would never lose this erection. Dean looked at her face, she looked mortified and in pain.
His voice turned tender. "Ok what happened Beautiful?"
"I was washing.. I must've gotten.. distracted, and I fell, and twisted my ankle." She said with her face aflame.
Dean was puzzled, 'There's no way. It didn't really happen.. It was just in my head!'
Her liquid filled eyes looked up at him. "Ok baby, let's get you outta there."
He bent and picked her up gently, trying not to notice her damp heat against his arm. This was torture.
He pushed open her door carrying her bridal style. Striding over to the bed, he felt like Prince Charming carrying in his beautiful princess. He could picture laying her down, peeling off the towel and continuing where the earlier fantasy had left off.
Desyre started to squirm, her cheeks flushed, her big eyes dilating and he was so engrossed in watching her become aroused that he didn't see the backpack on the floor.
He tripped over it, tossing her on to the bed, but falling on top of her in the process
