(Bon voyage Samantha, only for you darling)

Sam came out awhile later prepared exactly how he was instructed and stood there waiting for his brother to tell him what to do. Dean had changed into a suit and was sitting on the end of the bed with a stern expression.

He motioned Sam over to the bed and lifted up the skirt, there wasn't a single hair on his body from the neck down and it was all baby pink and silky. Dean turned him around and pulled him open, "Very nice Samantha…a good job primping that little pink hole for me."

Dean turned him back around and Sam was looking at him nervously but his eyes were filled with excitment, "I have been bad headmaster Winchester, you told me not to wear lipstick in school but I ignored you're wishes." Sam looked down at him and smiled wickedly then ran his tongue over the whore pink lips.

Sam turned around, opened his legs, lifted the back of the skirt and pushed out his ass. He looked over his shoulder and winked at Dean, "What are you going to do about it? I'm a rule breaker and a very bad girl."

To a bystander that didn't have the visual and only heard the words would have caused them to laugh but watching the scene unfold gave it a sexual spin big enough to turn anyone's mind to the darkside side.

Dean stuck the ruler between Sam's legs, brought it down a few inches and then without warning slapped his balls with it, his brother whimpered but didn't cry out.

"Did I say you could talk? I know how bad you are…trying to make that horny history teacher fuck you…trying to leave me." Dean started to punctuate the next words with a slap to the balls, "Betraying me…you heartbreaker…I have a great memory and I wont forget." One more slap for good measure brought Sam to tears and his hands went between his legs instinctively to protect himself.

"Oh are you crying now? Poor Samantha, as John used to say to me all the time, "If you're going to cry like a fucking baby I'll really give you something to cry about."

Dean stood up and stared at Sam waiting for a signal to continue, Sam rubbed his stinging balls but gave Dean a little smile and nod telling Dean to proceed.

Dean slid his belt off and held both out to Sam, ruler in one hand, belt in the other, "Then John…if he was feeling generous, would give me a choice. Now at four you don't really know what will hurt worse but you have to pick one so you point to the belt which is stupid because in the end the ruler will break and the belt never breaks."

Sam took a step back but didn't say anything so Dean continued.

"Next time I picked the ruler and eventually it broke, he didn't like that Sam…not at all so after he dropped the broken pieces he took off his belt and finished until he was happy with the job."

Sam looked down at the floor trying to decide if Dean was going off the deep end again or he was still playing the game with Sam.

"I love you Samantha so I give you a real choice, the ruler, the belt or my hand."

Sam licked his lips, stepped forward bravely and took away the belt tossing it on the floor, "Ruler…I deserve it." Sam fished the tube of lipstick out of the tied shirt. "Sir my shirt is also against the rules...exposing my torso like this."

Dean's eyes traveled down the tan expanse of hard, delicious muscles to the sweet belly button above the waist band of the skirt. He broke the scene when he said, "Sam I am in love that body." Sam frowned at the break in the flow, he hissed, "Dean get back into it."

"Sorry baby boy…I mean little wanton whore."

Dean grabbed his hair and shoved Sam down on the bed, he lifted the tiny skirt up with the end of the ruler then pushed it gently between the tight ass cheeks applying pressure until it was uncomfortable then leaving it there stuck.

Sam looked back but didn't move, Dean was fishing around in his backpack and pulled out the camera. "Dee no pictures…I don't want to end up on "Teen lady boys gone wild" or something."

Dean started to laugh breaking character, "Shut up Sammy, I'm putting these on "Juicy Teen Incest Whores From Whore Island."

He made Sam pose in provocative ways, bending over in the skirt making sure his junk was tucked forward so he looked like a girl from behind, legs open so everything was dangling and Sam looking back so pretty that Dean swore it was a chick.

Sam was getting into it and started improvising, he stood coyly holding a strand of hair between his pretty pink lips lifting the front of the skirt with a front tuck and Dean went nuts, "Holy crap…I swear to god it looks like you have a little pussy."

Dean handed him a big swirly sucker and Deans little school girl went to town with it. Sam finally spit on the sucker and rubbed it between his legs, "I hope some big, strong, hot teacher will lick all of this sugar off me."

Dean set the camera down, striped off his clothes but left the tie for last, Sam was laying there with the sticky mess over his shaved crotch. Dean stared at his brother with the look of a man ready to tackle a messy job with determination. He pulled the tie off and bound Sam's wrists tight, "You want me to suck it off…is that what you want?"

Sam nodded and smiled, Dean began a slow saliva soaked exploration of his bitches cock and balls until he was satisfied the sugar was gone. "Where is that big sucker whore?"

Sam grabbed the back of his knees and started to pull his legs back but first ran the clean white socks over Dean's hair and laughs then proceeded to double himself in half. There it was the sucker between his ass cheeks.

Dean groaned at the sight, he plucked the sucker out of its tender hiding place and popped it in his mouth.

Sam's voice was soft and childish, "Does it taste like me Dee?"

Dean popped it out and pointed it at Sam, "Yes baby…just like you, sweaty and sweet with a hint of strawberries." Dean tossed it in the garbage then got up to get get a beer, when he came back Sam was still holding himself open. Dean gulped half of it down and wiped his mouth, "Too much sugar, making room for that ass."

Dean forged ahead and buried his face in the sugary mess, Sam could make as much noise as he wanted now because it was only them and he let himself go, making high pitched sounds until Dean stopped, "Samantha I must be eating that pussy so good for you little girl…you sound like a kitten crying with all the mewling going on."

Sam opened his eyes, "huh? Sorry Dean." Dean pulled him wide open for a second round, "No by all means, the more sex noise you make the better I like it." Dean worked extra hard until Sam was working his hips and Dean's jaw gave out. "I have to stop Sam, I have to have you now."

Dean got between the long legs and guided himself in, he started fucking hard immediately and a stream of filthy talk flowed while Sam cried out loudly with every hard thrust.

Dean knew his brother loved the tenderness and pretty words but in a scene like this Sam didn't want the pretty flowers, he wanted the dirt they grew in.

"Come on bitch scream for me…you think you can get away from me…you can't ever…I'll lock you away forever here…I wouldn't let you go…would you like that?"

When Sam didn't answer Dean slapped his face, that only made Sam fuck with his whole body and laugh strangely. Dean tugged his hair, "I said…would you like that?"

This time Sam's voice came out breathless and sensual , "Yes…lock me up…keep me here …wanna be your whore…"

Dean started fucking again after he got his answer, when he was coming inside his brother he moaned, "No others…no more..oh god .."

He was spent and collapsed on top of Sam covered in sweat, Dean lazily twined his tongue with his brothers each of them fighting for dominance inside the warmth.

Dean rolled over and toyed with the last of the come at the tip of his dick, he wiped it off and rubbed it over Sam's lips then untied his wrists and rubbed them gently in his hands. "Are you ok baby, I wasn't too rough right?"

Sam's eyes were gone, lost in the tail end of their fantasy, his tongue darted out and cleaned his brother off his mouth, "Dean it was perfect…do you think next time I can just be Sam and not Samantha?"

Dean ran his thumbs over the pretty face now emerging into that of a man, "Absolutely, we can retire Samantha if you want…Sam is really what I need anyway. Everything else pales to the real thing."

Color flushed Sam's fair skin, "Thanks Dean, I don't want to kill her off I just want her put away and want to be your main focus always. I never want you to be anything you're not either…just my brother and my boyfriend."

Dean got up to get them both a beer and watched the slow leakage out of his brother, "Just let it go…you got a come eating problem..only for you and Sammy..oh Sammy.."

Dean couldn't stop himself, he got on his knees, "Sam get on your stomach and lean over the side of the bed." With effort Sam did as he was told and waited, Dean's jaw was shot but he went in and licked the warm hole until nothing came out. He rested his head on Sam's lower back and sighed, "I got fucking problems darlin'…big ones."

Sam looked back, "Did you hate anything you did?"

"No Sam I did not."

"Then Dean I declare you sane without problems. If you liked it and I wanted it…nothing wrong with it."

Dean hugged him around the waist and smiled to himself just enjoying the feeling of Sam under him, "I love you baby."

After he cooked for Sam and fed him Sam fell asleep satisfied and happy. Dean picked up the entire school girl uniform and tossed it on the bonfire and lit it up, "Goodbye my little dirty school girl Samantha, you're hot but not as hot as my little dirty Sammy…and he's the one that's important baby…its been a good ride."

TBC