"She's My Brother"
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!
All feedback is loved and welcome!
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Chapter 7
"Come on big boy, show me what you've got!"
"Dean. You've already seen what i've got."
"Dude! Play along!"
"Can't we just do this and get it over with?"
"Get it over with? What am I? An innoculation jab? Shit Sam. No wonder you don't get laid. You have no idea how to be romantic."
"I thought you didn't do chick flick moments?"
"Dude, when it comes to getting some, you do whatever it takes!"
"Unbelievable."
"What? What?"
"Oh baby, you look so hot lying there." Sam said in a monotone voice.
"Oh forget it! If you can't even do it right, what's the point."
"The point is to turn you back into a guy."
"Why bother, the bitch will only find a way to flip it around again."
"So what? You wanna stay as a girl? I thought you missed your dick?"
"My dick! My poor wonderful dick! Good point Sammy! Ok fuck me baby!"
"And you have the nerve to say i'm not..."
"SAM!" Dean was naked on the bed with his fingers deep inside himself.
"Ok, that's working!" Sam's shorts were tented, as he was getting turned on by the sight of Dean fucking himself.
"Touch yourself for me Sam."
Sam stripped off and grasped his cock with his right hand.
"Yeah! That's it. Stroke it."
Sam made slow strokes along his shaft.
"Mmmm, yeah. Now your nipples." Dean's hand was moving faster.
Sam lifted his left hand and twirled his nipple, whic made him gasp.
"Yeah, you like that, don't cha' bitch. Mmmm, lick you fingers and touch the other one."
Sam did as he was asked and watched in a daze as Dean was thrusting on the bed.
"God you look so hot doing that Sam. Fuck your hand faster, harder, until you want to come."
Sam slid his hand at a faster pace on his leaking cock, catching some of it and smearing it along the shaft.
"Ohhh yeah. Come closer, that's it." Dean stopped his fingers, concentrating on Sam's actions. "Fuck Sam! Wanna taste you.
"Yessss." Sam moaned and moved forward as Dean slipped off the bed and onto the floor. He took Sam into his mouth, licking and sucking the swollen member. "Dean! Oh Dean!" Dean grabbed the base and increased the suction.
"Dean!" Sam jerked then started to thrust into the hot mouth.
"Fuck my mouth Sammy. Fuck it deep. Fuck it hard."
"Oh shit!" Sam shoved his cock in deeper and harder, hitting the back of Dean's throat. It felt so good, but then Dean slipped off of it.
"Wha'?"
"Can't have you coming just yet sweetheart." Sam just groaned from the loss.
Dean whispered into Sam's ear low and dirty. "I want you to come so hard in me, that you go blind, you stop breathing and you can't fucking move!" Then he flung Sam onto the bed and straddled him.
Dean lowered himself on the raging cock and it sank into his depths. Both of the brother's moaned as Dean clamped tightly around the rock hard shaft.
"Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. I can't get enough of this!"
"Dean! Fuckkkk. Don't. Just. Ohhhh."
Dean began to bounce up and down, Sam clenched the sheets in his fists as rode him harder and harder.
"Yes! Yes! YES! That's it, right there Sam! Ohhh Sammy!"
"So close Dean!"
"Don't you fucking come yet kiddo." Dean growled and Sam gritted his teeth, willing his body not to orgasm. "Almost there Sam. Almost...SAMMMEEEY!" Dean screamed and came, his body went rigid as wave after wave shot through his body.
"DEAN!" Sam yelled as he followed behind him and hs body convulsed as he emptied his red hot seed into his brother, splashing and scalding his walls.
Dean gave a whimper and fell forward, his hands held out to stop him from hitting his brother. He held himself above Sam, staring into his eyes. Then the last of his strength waivered and he collapsed next to him. Spent and sated, he eagerly fell asleep.
Sam wrapped his arms around Dean, he could feel their heartbeats matching each other. He closed his eyes, with a smile on his face as he too fell asleep.
A voice whispered through the room and danced around them as they slept.
'Vultus parumper tutus haven a lost animus vos mos reperio.
Servo is vos mos , per pectus pectoris , somes quod mens.
Pro quoad vos tutela , haud vulnero vobis mos adveho.
Insquequo is precious vita reverto , tergum quo it's ex.'
Hours later as Sam lay in his brother's arms, doubt of his brother's love still niggled in the back of his mind. He pushed away the thoughts of Dean no longer wanting him aside. His brain exploded and a white light burned his eyes. The vision pierced through his mind, dragging him away from his brother's embrace.
New York City 1936. That's what the newspaper in the boy's hand, who was selling them, read. Sam was following a beautiful young woman, she looked in her early twenties. She walked to a building that was quite clearly a Brothel. She entered and Sam followed her to a room, her room. She sat at a bureau and began to finish a letter she had already started. She signed the Letter 'Jane Hewett'.
There was a knock at the door, she opened it and a man who looked about 18, stood there. He strode in and was very angry. He was shouting at her, but Sam couldn't hear what he said, as there was no sound in his vision. The man pulled a hatchet from his coat and the frightened woman cowered away from him. He began to strike her repeatedly in the head. He raised it for another blow, when he froze.
The man's face filled with panic and he raced into the bathroom. He came out with a towel and he wrapped the hatchet in it, then shove it into his coat. From the other pocket he pulled out a box of matches, then grabbed bottle of Whiskey from the dresser. He poured it's contents all over the woman's body and the matress. Lit some matches and set fire to the bed. He left the room a quick as he came.
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TBC...
