This is a carry on from the chapter Dirty Dean Winchester
Before I fell asleep after leaving Dean's bed, he was already asleep before me and as I snuggled down, I could hear something coming from Sam's bed.
As I concentrated and listened more carefully, I could hear what sounded like the fabric moving and another sound which, when I strained my ears, I realised was the sound of Sam relieving himself of the tension that must have been building up after he'd heard me and Dean.
I hadn't realised he was awake, let alone listening but I smiled to myself, happy of the effect I had on both brothers and closed my eyes.
The next day passed rather awkwardly with Dean flashing me dirty smiles and Sam acting innocently, pretending he hadn't heard anything.
As Dean had only given me oral sex, he was carrying extra sexual tension around with him and, sensing that he wasn't going to get anything else out of me, he told me and Sam he was going out for the night and he made it obvious what he was going out for!
When it was just me and Sam in the motel room, I turned to face him.
"Are you okay? You've been really quiet today."
"I-I'm fine," he said, looking at me and quickly looking away.
I moved to his bed and sat in front of him.
"I know you heard me and Dean last night, I know it turned you on."
Sam's cheeks instantly went red. "I don't-I don't know wh-what you're on ab-about."
I knelt up and leaned toward him, kissing his cheek. "Do you wish it was you? I'll let you in on a secret; me and Dean didn't have sex, we didn't even kiss, so maybe I show you what he missed out on? After all, I know you enjoyed listening to us, I heard you getting yourself off afterwards."
"I don't think this is a good idea," Sam shuffled, uncomfortably.
"I'm sure I can change your mind, Sam," I said and kissed his cheek again.
I turned round so my back was facing him and crawled toward the edge of the bed so I was far enough that he could see me pull my trousers down.
Sam was trying to look anywhere but at me, telling himself he wouldn't let anything happen, fighting not to reach out and touching me, ignoring his trousers tightening around his stiffening cock.
While he was moving around, trying to make himself more comfortable, he glanced my way and saw my arm leading underneath me, my hand between my legs and he watched my fingers move from side to side over my entrance, rubbing light circles around the outside and he couldn't take anymore; if he was going to watch, he was going to watch me do it right!
Sam reached out and pulled my hand back a little more, making my body move back also, and bent my hand, leaving only two fingers and he put them against my entrance and pushed them in before leaning back and watching.
"Ohh, so it's more than just listening, huh? You like watching? You naughty boy," I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled.
I closed my eyes and started moving my fingers in and out, moaning. "Oh, that feels so good."
Sam was starting to feel pain from being imprisoned in his trousers so he undid them, letting his rock hard cock out. Watching me, he wrapped his hand around himself and started moving his fist up and down, giving the random squeeze.
"Ah, ah, ohh yes," I groaned, making Sam speed his hand up.
"There's a difference between me and my brother," Sam spoke, dragging my attention away from my fingers. "I like to make sure it's more than just sex."
I frowned to myself, confused, and jumped slightly when Sam's hand pulled my waist back, pulling me off my knees so I was sat in his lap, my back against his chest.
"I like to take my time . . .make sure we both enjoy . . .ourselves and enjoy . . .every moment," he said between the kisses against my neck while he stroked my hair with one hand and my stomach with the other.
He was being so soft and gentle, especially when he pulled my top off.
"Oh Sam, you're . . .you're . . ." I struggled to find the words that described how caring and different he was to other men.
"Ssh," he put his finger against my lips and undid the clasp at the front of my bra.
When my boobs were exposed, he trailed his fingers along the bottom of them, chills running through my body, my nipples stiffening.
Talking of stiff, I could feel Sam against the base of my back and I made an effort to wiggle his trousers down past his hips to his thighs.
Still running his fingers along the curves of my boobs, his thumbs rubbed circles into my nipples and I sighed, moving my hands up and down his now-bare thighs.
Sam let out a deep groan and moved his lips from my neck to my ear; his hands soon started to make their way down my naked body, tracing patterns over it with his fingertips.
"Your body is so beautiful, so perfect," he whispered.
I gasped when Sam's fingers explored down between my legs and spread my moisture over the skin. When he brushed past my clit, I jolted forward into his fingers but he held me down, spreading his left hand across my waist.
"You can move after you've let me give you an orgasm."
"Sam, you're so selfless, there should be more like you," I whispered to him, moving my hands up over my head and running them through his hair.
"Sorry but I'm one in a million," he whispered back and moved his soft fingertips in circles.
There was no way to describe how he was making my body feel; I was aching to be touched more, my muscles tensing and relaxing, driving me wild. Every part of me tingled and my fingers grabbed his hair.
"Sssam! Oh Sam, yes, yes," I was losing touch with reality as my legs shuddered and I began to sweat. "More, more."
Sam's fingertips moved down and entered me but carried on rubbing my clit with his thumb and I couldn't only whimper as the words got stuck in my throat and everything went blurry as my body experienced explosion after explosion.
"Was that good?" He whispered.
"Fucking hell . . .Sam and that was . . .just your . . .fingers," I gasped for breath.
I felt him laugh under me and he helped me roll over so I could face him.
"I think maybe I should return the favour."
He was still wearing his shirt so, keeping eye contact, I grabbed the middle and pulled the shirt open; I ran my eyes over his body. He'd been topless around me before but I'd made an effort not to look; now I wish I had. His body was tanned and the muscles on his chest were so big and toned. I'd been able to see the rough outline through the t-shirts he wore but this was nothing like I'd imagined.
His abs were even better. The six-pac his possessed was just too good to keep my hands off and I traced the lines with my fingers, hearing Sam's breathing speed up just a little.
When my eyes fell to the main attraction, my mouth dropped just a little bit.
"Oh wow, Sammy, you are . . .oh wow."
I licked my lips and put them on the head of his cock, sliding down and down until I has as much of him as I could manage in my mouth. It still felt like there was lots of him left, he was so huge.
"Ohh," Sam groaned, leaning his head back against the wall and putting his hand on the back of my head, gently.
He tasted so good and I swirled my tongue round and round before giving him a long and slow suck.
"Oh hell, that feels amazing."
I pulled my lips back up and softly sucked the pre-cum.
"You taste amazing," I said, licking my lips and heading back toward his cock.
"Baby," Sam stopped me and I looked at him, quizzically.
He leant forward, his arms outstretched and running them down the sides of my body, over my bum and down my thighs and pulled me forward so I straddled him.
With our faces now closer together, I watched Sam's eyes fall to my lips.
I leant forward and Sam took the hint, leaning forward also; the kiss he gave me was slow and so soft.
His hands were still on the back of my thighs and I felt him lift me and place me over his cock, then slide into me with ease.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and carried on with the soft kisses as raised myself up and pushed myself down as he thrust into me; it all seemed to soft and intimate and he was taking his time. He was so different to other men.
"Yeah, Sammy," I murmured against his lips and tilted my head back.
Away from my lips, Sam's soft kissed made their way down my neck and stopped in the middle of my throat.
"Roll over," he instructed and my throat tingled with the vibrations.
I did as he instructed, slowly sliding off him and moving onto my back, next to him on the bed.
Sam followed my actions and hovered over me, but before thrusting back into me, he entered a finger, pulled it back out and sucked on it. "Mmm."
He now pushed into me, kissing me just below my ear.
"Oh god, Sam," I moaned, gripping his shoulder blades and he continued his slow, relaxed rhythm.
"Sherrie, baby," he said, he breath warm.
He thrust into me again and his body rubbed against mine; he was hot and starting to sweat and his skin pressed against mine was mind-blowing.
Thrust after thrust brought us closer together on a completely different level than we had been before this.
My right hand let go of his shoulder and I ran it through his hair, lightly tugging it.
"Saaam!" I moaned out as my inner walls started to throb and I thrust my hips hard against him.
Sam's thrusts began to gain speed and seemed to go deeper and deeper inside me with each.
Both of our moans and groans joined together in a blissful noise to my ears as we neared the moment of pure euphoria.
Sam's hands slid under my waist and hoisted my hips up just a little but the tiny bit made all the difference to both of us as we both climaxed together.
His head dropped onto the mattress beside mine and placed soft kisses on my shoulder.
"That was perfect, Sam, you were amazing," I whispered to him.
"No gorgeous, you were amazing," he whispered back and slid himself out of me, moving to the side.
When I turned to face him, he stopped me and moved me the other way, wrapping both arms around me and pulling me into him so we were spooning.
Moving one hand, he used it to brush my hair behind my ear so he could kiss my ear and my neck, then wrapped it back round me, tracing patterns on my stomach with his fingers as we both drifted off to sleep.
I was glad I hadn't had sex with Dean.
I was even happier that I'd just made love with Sam.
