The girl took a long draft from Dean's flask before handing it to Sam, like a redneck tea ceremony, her naked legs wrapped around his waist as he rested his back against the headboard. The kiss burned as she opened his mouth, her hands leaving sweaty prints on the plaster, and Dean sat in the corner reading Parade magazine while he waited his turn.
"You...need to...slow down..." Sam managed, before she kissed him again and rode him into a whimpering ragdoll.
An hour with the brothers had turned the girl a hundred and eighty degrees, from pretty pretty princess to a wet, cock-thirsty, bossy little bitch whose goal in life was to hop on Sam's cock until she'd rung every last drop from him, using Dean as a palate cleanser whenever the younger boy needed time to massage some life into his poor manhood.
Dean smiled and tossed the magazine on the floor. "C'mere rodeo queen." he said, smacking her ass and pushing her onto her back, slamming into her as pinned her hands to the bed. Her neck tasted like the younger boy, and he inhaled the boy saltiness, the way Sam always smelled after a long run or target practice.
She had quickly become a proxy for one boy to the other. Trading her back and forth, never again taking her at the same time, their scents lingered on her, her body merely the blank movie screen that one boy would project his fantasy against once he entered her.
She was open enough now to handle rougher treatment, and insisted that Sam do all sorts of heavy lifting, now that she knew how strong he was. Their second session had her up against the wall, knocking over picture frames, toppling paperweights as she cleared her desk to plant her ass down and swing a leg over his shoulder, crashing into the floor when Sam's knees gave under him finally.
She laughed on top of him; now that the initial pressure of losing her virginity was gone, she was enjoying herself.
"Want me to stick a finger up your ass?" she asked, forcing a finger into his mouth. It still tasted like Dean, and he bit down playfully.
"Come here." he said, grabbing her hair and flipping her over on the carpet. He left little red bites all up and down her throat, tasting the other boy on her, tagging her so Dean would know he'd been there.
"Sam..." she whispered as he squirmed on top of her, giving her the beginning of some truly legendary rugburn, and in his mind he felt someone else's hands pressed against his back.
Sam proved to be an attentive lover, learning to move with her, never staying in the same place for long but always trying to keep her happy, keep her laughing.
Dean watched them over the top of the magazine. He hadn't come so far today, a mark of his experience and, frankly, lack of attraction toward the girl beyond a passing 'meh', and his cock lay against his stomach, peering up at him with an inquisitive eye. So what does it for you these days?
When it was his turn to take over, he pushed her stomach-down on the bed, reaching around with his right hand to find her little pink buzzer before entering from behind. She arched upwards, loving the crushing weight of him on top, and he could close his eyes and let his mind drift. He and Sam would be in the woods later that day, ostensibly to hunt.
His younger brother was a different creature with a gun in his hands, older. Frightening. Like a safer version of John, one that wouldn't try to kill him if Dean made a pass at him, like that awful night before his fifteenth birthday.
"Clearly you ain't been fucked enough." John had said, before calling that hooker. They never spoken of it again, and Dean had almost forgotten until last night.
They had hours of summer daylight left, plenty of time to exhaust themselves and bury their desire between her legs before they had to head back home. She never noticed, she was officially tall enough to ride the Cockmeat Roller Coaster and her vagina was screaming WHEEEEE all the way down. If the two hot guys nailing her had some personal angst to process, she didn't feel the need for them to share.
Dean found himself hitting the flask more, trying to numb his erection. He chalked up the attraction to Sam to the general three-way horniness, but wanted to make sure he didn't go so far as to think about his brother while coming inside the girl. Life was too messed as is.
The girl examined herself in the mirror, fingering the hickies with a mixture of horror and glee.
"Oh my gosh," she said, "My friends at school are going to think I'm a skank."
"I'm gonna hit the shower." Sam said, and indeed the room reeked of sex. The boys couldn't wait to get out in the fresh air again.
She lay on the bed, one ankle on top on her knee as she dangled Dean's underwear between her toes. "Does this mean you're heading out soon?" she asked.
"Probably," said Dean, walking over to snatch the boxers away, "We got a job to do later tonight."
She stretched, her arms reaching over her head as she watched him, eyeing his bouncing cock. "Got time for one more?"
He held up the plastic snakeskin of condom wrappers. "All out I'm afraid."
"You really think another ten minutes is going to do you in?"
He snorted. It suddenly wasn't as much fun with Sam out of the room.
"Please?"
He smiled. He never could turn a girl down, and he could always pull out if he had to. "Aren't you tired?" he asked as he climbed on top.
"You kidding?" she said, her breath catching a little as he entered her, "I feel like running laps in the middle of oncoming traffic."
He went slow at first, allowing himself to indulge as her young wet pussy massaged his aching cock. Having a condom on all day was like putting a balloon over your tongue while eating steak, you might be fed afterwards, but...
"I feel bad for the next guy you date." he said.
"Why?"
"Cuz now you have impossible standards."
She laughed. "Don't you guys live nearby?"
"Yeah, but we're not staying, Dad's got us leaving town after spring break."
Her smile faltered a little. "But you'll be graduating this year, what're you gonna do afterwards?"
"Same as usual," he said, "Help my dad, keep Sam out of trouble."
She bit her lip and asked, in a much smaller voice, "Couldn't you stay?"
He kissed her. He'd heard that line about ten thousand times in his short career so far. "You're sweet. Sorry, but this ain't my scene."
She flattened her hands against his hips, moving him at a different angle. "Why not? It's a big town, and everyone likes you, there'd be a job somewhere."
He kissed her again, wanting to shut her up before Sam came back and heard this sentimental side of her.
"I've never met anyone like you," she continued, "Even if you went away for...for a while, would you come back to see me?"
"Would you wait for me?" he said, only half joking.
"I know you must have had a hard life," she said, "I could make it nicer."
Sam would be back soon. He picked up the pace, feeling her about to get close. She crossed her ankles behind his back, tilting him in a little deeper.
"You don't have to be alone." she said in a breathy baby voice.
She was so warm inside, so inviting...
"It's okay, you don't have to hold back," she said, her mouth open against his ear, her poisonous flower closing down on his cock, "I wanna feel it inside me."
He closed his eyes and sucked in a lungful air, just a little longer and she'd be done, he could roll off of her, until she said something no girl had offered...
"Dean," she whispered, "Let me have your baby."
Something clicked, the sincerity in her voice, the comfort and simplicity that her world could provide, the image of a smaller version of himself in a happy home, and the utterly selfish idea that he'd have been the only cock inside her.
"I..." he said, her hand on his cheek, giving him permission, and something broke inside him.
It didn't take long. Three strokes and he was crashing into her, filling her 'til it ran down her asscrack and onto the sheets, and still he still he went on, hammering into her tight cunt as she said his name, while Sam stood on the other side of the door, hand on the knob, the blood pounding in his ears.
Sam held his breath. Several minutes later, he couldn't get her last words or the sound of Dean's cries out of his head. He didn't think he ever would.
Afterwards, Dean lay with his face in her hair, immediately regretting it. Wow that was so not worth it.
"Oh hey you." she said.
Dean looked up. There stood Sam, already dressed, staring at the spreading stain on the bed.
"What did you do?" he asked.
"We..." Dean started.
Sam took a step back, like he would be sick. Like he'd been punched in the gut. "It's late."
"Yeah," said Dean, relieved at the reminder, "We gotta go."
"Where you guys going tonight?" she asked as Dean scrambled for his pants.
Sam watched his brother with murder in his heart. "We have to go shoot something."