"She's My Brother!"
Author: PsychoKittyUK
Category: Slash
Rating: M+
Content Warnings: SLASH, 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! All feedback is loved and welcome!

Thanks to SamDean4ever, PJ$Eva, skycandygirl, RustyAdina and Miss Meehan for your reviews!

I lost count on how many times I have had to write this Chapter, I always seem to have issues with a chpater when Het is involved. So forgive me if this ones sucks! I'm hoping to have the next one up on Tuesday. PK.
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Chapter 2

Dean was driving nowhere fast. He was too pissed and just needed to vent.

"Can't fuck me! Not aroused by this! I'm a sex goddess and he's not turned on! It's bad enough I don't have a dick. But oh no, selfish Sammy is not putting out to save his brother. A brother who fucking saves him day and night, but isn't worth fucking. Well fuck him. i'm gonna make him sorry he didn't fuck me when he had the chance. Yeah. Sammy's gonna beg me to fuck him when i'm finished with him!"

Dean turned the car around and headed back to the motel.

He parked outside their room and just sat staring at their room door, he saw the curtain move.

'So Sammy boy was watching for me. He was worried. Well good! I hope he feels guilty. The bastard!'

He got out of his beloved Impala, wiggling his hips as he walked to the door. It opened as he went to touch the handle.

"DEAN! Thank god!" Dean ignored Sam and swished into the room. "I was worried when you drove off like that. You were driving like a mad man and..."

"You DO NOT wanna lecture me about my driving right now Sammy!"

"I wasn't gonna..."

"Because I maybe a girl dude, but I can still kick your ass!" Sam snorted at Dean's remark. "What was that little boy? Was that a 'no Dean you can't' snort? Because that is the wrong thing to do right now little brother."

Sam froze at the pissed look in Dean's eyes and covered the snort with a cough.

"I thought so! So...What are you gonna do about this?" Dean waved his hands to indicate his female form.

"I'm on it Dean, i've got the computer searching and I found a couple of things. But nothing concrete yet."

"Good. Well what are you waiting for? Get back to it smart ass. I want my dick back as soon as possible!"

"Fine!" Sam slumped into the chair in front of the laptop and concentrated on his research. Dean began putting his plan into effect. He looked through his duffel bags. Looking for something to wear that would inhance his plot. The clothes he had were very limited, but he found somethings he could work with. He found a red shirt, a pair of denim shorts and the scissors from the first aid kit.

'Oh Sammy boy, you are SO going down!' He grinned as he strolled with the items into the bathroom.

Dean stripped off everything. He pulled the shorts on, marked them and began to alter them. After a while he had turned the denim shorts into a what looked like a rough pair of very short Daisy Dukes.

He put the red shirt on, buttoned just a couple of buttons in the middle, then tied the ends of the shirt tightly into a knot. He pushed his breasts up and out slightly and admired himself in the mirror.

"That will have to do." He walked out of the bathroom and arranged himself on the bed, his legs wide open and one leg bent upwards. Thus revealing he wasn't wearing any underwear. Sam happened to glance in Dean's direction and his eyes nearly popped out. Dean was sucking on a finger obsenely and he was wearing the shortest, most revealing shorts he'd ever seen. His breasts were almost falling out with each breath Dean took.

Sam's own breath quickened, his dick twitched and he turned back to the screen, trying to read the words there and to shut out the image of Dean. He began to sweat as he heard the sucking noises Dean was making. His fingers kept hitting the wrong keys and he had trouble reading, he had read the same paragraph four times and he still hadn't got any of it.

Dean smirked at Sam's reaction. It seemed his plan was working, slowly, but it was working. He pushed his hand beneath the denim and started to touch himself. He closed his eyes slightly, watching Sam from under his eyelashes. He moaned quietly, then a little louder. This made Sam look over at him and he almost fell off the chair.

"DEAN!"

"Wha...What?" Dean groaned out as he circled his finger then pushed it inside.

"Quit it!"

"No way cowboy." Dean added a second finger.

"Dean! Stop doing that!"

"Why? You wanna do it for me?" Dean added a third.

"NO!"

"Sure you do Sammy. You wanna touch me. Is watching me getting you hard?"

"No."

"Liar. You like this. You like it when I touch myself. Ohhh Sammy so deep." Dean pushed his fingers as deep as he could as he rocked on them.

"FUCK!" Sam felt his cock swell and pushed painfully against his jeans.

"Mmmm so good Sammy. You like watching me fuck my fingers? Do you want it to be your fingers Saaaammmmy." The fingers went faster.

"J.J.Just S.S.Stop it Dean." Sam gulped and took deep breathes a he stared at Dean.

"Can't. Too good. Need it bad. Need to feel you. Deep inside. OH SAMMY! I'm soooo cloooossse."

Sam felt himself moving closer to the bed, he found himself sitting next to his brother, he could smell him, his musky but sweet smell drifting into his senses. His dick rock hard, he wanted to touch it. Wanted to release it from it's confines. Wanted to touch, taste, pound his brother into the mattress.

"Sam. Oh Sam. So good. Just touch me. Right there Sammy. TOUCH ME!"

Sam's hand involuntary moved to touch the shorts, he slid his hand up the soft tanned thigh and up under the rim of the right leg. His hand felt the warm, moistness of Dean. His fingers brushed inside against Dean, making his brother jolt up and then Dean came, shouting Sam's name over and over a he bucked and thrust through the orgasm.

Sam's hand shot back away like his hand had been put into the fire's of hell. The burning sensation in his fingers competed for the pleasure he was also feeling. Eyes wide in disbelief at what he had just done made him run into the bathroom. He slammed the door and leaned against it, he began to hit his head backwards on it.

"Idiot! Fucking idiot! What was you thinking? You almost...SHIT! FUCK! AARRRGGGHHH!" His dick was still hard and needed urgent attention. But he tried to will it away, not wanting to touch himself with the hand he had just made his brother come with. Too afraid of what images would float into his head as he found his release.

He ran the cold tap and threw water onto his face. It wasn't working. He felt the tears welling up in his eyes. He turned the shower on, stripped off fast and dived under the cold streams of liquid. The water mingled with the tears and his burning skin almost hissed from the drenching he received, but slowly as he thought of dead puppies and and images of horror, his dick began to soften. But the pain inside remained.

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TBC...