"Maleficus"

Author: PsychoKittyUK
Category: Slash
Rating: M+
Content Warnings: WINCEST. (Set before Provenance)

Disclaimer: They are not mine nor is Supernatural.
I wish they were, cuz oh the fun i'd have!

If you don't like Slash, then don't read it!

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So, Dean's pregnant. I guess that means no sex for them for a while huh? ;) Mwhahahahahahaaaa!

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Chapter 5
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"Here!" Sam dropped a can of Ginger Ale in Dean's lap. And flopped down on his side of the bed.

"Ginger Ale? WTF?"

"It's good for nausea."

"Do I look nauseous to you?"

"Don't drink it then!" Sam storms into the bathroom and slams the door.

"Sam. Sam! Sammy! Bitch." Dean opens the can and takes a gulp. "Yuck! That's gross!" He goes to put the can down, pauses, the drinks it all in one go. He burps very loudly and smiles. His stomach rumbles. "SAM! Hey Sam!" No answer. Dean lobs the empty can at the bathroom door with a resounding thunk. The door is flung open.

"What the fuck Dean?" Sam is wearing only a towel, his body dripping wet. Dean stares with his mouth open and eyes wide. He is unable to speak. "WHAT do you want now?" Sam snarls.

"You." Dean says very meekly. Sam's face changes from anger to surprise.

"Dean?" Dean is up off the bed and stalking towards him, removing his clothing as fast as he can. "Dean, what are you doing?"

"You when I've got this lot off." He smirks. Sam is like a deer caught in the headlights, as he watches the long nimble fingers undressing his brother. His very pregnant brother.

"Er Dean. You are still pregnant."

"So?"

"So maybe this isn't a good idea, it could be harmful to the baby." Dean is naked and very very hard. Sam can feel the heat radiating off of his body as he pushes up against Sam.

"Pregnant woman can still have sex Sam."

"And you know this cause..."

"I had sex with one once."

"YOU WHAT? DEAN!"

"What? It was good, she wanted it, I wanted it. She rode me like a Pro!"

"Oh my god! I can't believe you...What about her husband?"

"He wasn't there."

"I didn't mean...Shit Dean."

Dean chuckled against Sam's chest and the vibration shot straight and true to his dick.

"He was out screwing his mistress, the wife was a client. His mistress had put a curse on the wife, trying to get her to lose the baby and then kill herself. The only way to break the curse was to have sex with her while chanting a verse in Latin."

"Oh, so it wasn't just you trying to get laid then?"

"NO! And it took me all freakin' day to learn that curse. And fucking someone, while trying to remember it and speak it in Latin, isn't a friggin' easy thing to do!"

"But you did it? You broke the curse?"

"Of course! You doubted me?"

"No. If it involves sex, then no."

Dean stared at him. "I'll take that as a compliment. I think."

"So what happened then?"

"The wife divorced her husband and took him to the cleaners. The mistress's curse broke, but was turned back on her. But being as she wasn't pregnant, it made her one fugly bitch."

"Serves her right."

"Yep. So, if you're finished yapping, maybe we can get down and dirty!"

"I can't see how you're gonna..."

"Ye have little faith Sam. Just watch the master!"

Dean snatched the towel away, spun Sam around until his legs hit the side of the bed and was forced to sit. Dean stood with his back to him and gently slid down onto Sam's leaking cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh." Dean moaned. "Yeah. That's it Sammy."

"Oh god Dean!" Sam buried his face in his brother's neck as he gripped Dean's hips. Dean began to rock up and down the shaft.

"Yeah, oh yeah! That's so good Sam! Right there."

"Shit! Fuck! Dean! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh."

Dean's bouncing intensified. "Give it to me Sam. I want it all."

"I'm gonna..."

"Yeah Sam." Dean grunted as a hand enclosed around his dick and began to pump him rapidly. "Come for me baby."

"Ugh! Dean. Dean! DEAN!" Sam erupted inside Dean's ass, scalding jets of come covered Dean's walls and triggered his own explosion.
His cock spurt all over Sam's hand and his pregnant stomach. He screamed Sam's name in a litany until he was spent.

Sam's arms wrapped around him gently and moved them into a spooning position on the bed.

"Er Sam."

"Yeah?"

"I could kill for some Ice Cream."

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TBC...