A/N- So, Originally I had planned this story to be a one shot as a sort of personal experiment of mine. However, I'm going to take this moment to thank all of you that expressed their interest for more of this story, which made this chapter possible. Welcome to chapter two of this down and dirty, unapologetic Wincest. Enjoy and please R&R.
Disclaimer- Graphic sexual content and vulgar language. I want to take this moment to warn all readers that if you continue reading this story there is going to be next to no plot and it is probably going to get rather...kinky, I think is a good word for it.
I woke up alone in bed and immediately sat up sending a prayer to heaven, something I hadn't done in so very long, that all of it hadn't been just a dream. My eyes frantically scanned the room finding no Sam. I saw the empty bottle of Jack Daniels, two empty shot glasses and a discarded deck of cards sitting on the little table in front of the window, ghosts of last nights ventures. I hauled myself to my feet and looked around the room finding nothing else of import as I stumbled over my boots at the foot of the bed. Had I dreamed it all? I sat back down on the edge of the bed and winced a little at the ache I felt. I looked down my body to see a sticky, flaky patch of what was probably my own cum, peeling off my belly. I twisted my upper half to see the sheets twisted and rumpled. I extended my arm, running my hand over the spot I had laid in last night and found a huge crusted spot. A stupid, almost manic grin spread across my face as I flopped back onto the soiled sheets. Unless I was still dreaming it had all been real. I sighed, stretching and curling my body in the rumpled, sex stained sheets, then I heard the door to the room open. I laid flat on my back, my arms folded beneath my head, providing a better vantage for me to watch Sam walk into the room. He closed the door and turned, stopping cold to run his eyes over my naked body, sprawled across the bed. He licked his lips then turned to place the brown paper bag full of what was probably food on the table and took his shoes off. I watched how the muscles in his back moved sinuously beneath the gray V-neck T-shirt he wore as he crouched to untie his shoes. I could feel myself growing hard and by the time Sam turned around to face me I was at full mast. He raised his eyebrows with that sexy grin pulling one side of his mouth up.
"Is that for me?" His voice was already taking on that sexed out, maddeningly erotic throatiness and my cock twitched.
I felt a blush burn in my cheeks and thought about getting up and taking a shower to clean myself up for him but instead found myself laying back on the bed, watching him slowly walk over to me, eyes cataloging the details of my body. I could see the hard length of his cock stretching beneath the denim of his jeans and I swallowed convulsively a few times. My heart was racing, breathing growing erratic. He had such an effect on me. By the time he stood at the edge of the bed I was damn near panting, butterflies frantically beating their wings against the walls to my stomach in anticipation. I wanted him to touch me so very badly, almost as badly as I wanted to taste him on my tongue. He stared down at me, eyes dark with the knowledge that he could have me anyway he wanted and I wouldn't say no, lips parted to pull in more air. He brushed just his fingertips in a line over my hip bone and partway down my thigh, enough to make my breath hitch. He made some small noise in the back of his throat then turned around and walked quickly back over to the bag.
"Stay right there. Don't move." He called back over his shoulder.
I heard what sounded like a box being torn open followed by hurried jerking movements made by Sam and the sound of something jostling around. He turned toward me and I saw nothing but raw sex in his eyes. He pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the smorgasbord of his chest to my eyes. But before I had time to bask in the glory of all that tanned skin he was pulling on the button to his jeans and then pushing them down, not fretting with the zipper. His cock sprang free, standing at full attention as he finished shucking his clothes until he stood naked before me. I started to sit up but he shook his head, a small smile at the corner of his mouth. I relaxed and watched as he uncapped a tube and squeezed some clear gel into the palm of his hand. He stared at me as he palmed his cock, smoothing that gel over himself until he gleamed. I found myself moaning, my cock jumping as I watched his head fall back, hand gliding smoothly over his gleaming cock. I was about to say fuck his mandate and go to him but just then he opened his eyes and walked over to me, cock bobbing mesmerizingly with each step. When he got to the bed he didn't hesitate, he grabbed my left thigh and spun me over so that I was on my stomach. I moaned and waited for more but he had stopped. Why did he keep doing that? I arched my back and slowly pushed my ass up into the air until I had my knees underneath me, keeping my face on the bed. I had never done anything like this before but Sam moaned loudly behind me and I clenched my fists in the sheets beneath me. I loved that sound. I felt the silky warmth of his tongue trail up the back side of my right thigh, up over the curve of my ass, stopping at the start of my lower back. I groaned and twitched a little at the slightly ticklish, highly erotic sensation. He hissed then I heard something snap open followed by a squish and a thud of something hitting the bed.
Then his fingers were smoothing over my hole, what I recognized now as lube slicking over me. The lube left a cool, wet feeling behind wherever his fingers went and my eyes slid shut. It felt really good. I moaned lightly as his finger slid barely inside me. He pushed it in slowly, one knuckle at a time until I could feel the back of his hand pressing against me. He repeated the process with two fingers, and by the time he got three fingers fully inside me I was moaning loudly and pushing back against him. I didn't want gentle. I wanted him, all of him. I wanted to feel him thrust into me with everything he had. I realized in that moment that I was not beyond begging, I had done it once for him and I wouldn't hesitate to do it again. I would do anything to feel him inside me again. The pleas formed on my lips but they turned to a scream of pleasure as he thrust inside of me, giving me exactly what I wanted. I felt his hand slide up my spine, a cool trail left behind from the remnants of the lube, his fingers brushing the soft hairs at the base of my skull. He groaned and then I felt him slowly slide out of me, almost to the point where I thought he was going to fall out. I wanted to feel all of him inside me so I made to move back on him but Sam stopped me, putting pressure on his hand on the back of my neck shoving my face a little more into the bed. I wriggled a little, loving this new, assertive Sam.
"Stay." He said, voice low and throaty.
I shivered as his fingers glided back down my spine and both his hands rested on my hips. His fingers dug in against my hips a second before he pushed into me about halfway. I wanted more and tried to push back against him again but his hands held me firmly in place. I made a small protesting noises and he laughed lightly before he fell into a shallow rhythm, rolling his hips like he was dancing. At the crest of each sensuous roll of his hips the head of his cock brushed against a spot that had me calling his name and clawing at the sheets. I could feel that heavy weight beginning to build in my lower abdomen as he relentlessly kept up his rhythm. I felt all the muscles tense up in my thighs, ass and back a second before the first wave of my orgasm rushed through me. Sam chose now to thrust full force into me and I would swear I saw stars. I buried my face in the bed, pulling a mouthful of sheets between my teeth as I screamed out in pleasure. The muscles in my body clenched and unclenched in tune with the waves of ecstasy rocking through me, my screams deafening me, hands scrambling and tearing at the sheets. I thought I was going to die just like that. Oh what a way to die.
The orgasm dulled then drifted away but I still couldn't stop writhing. Sam was still hard and relentless inside me. He thrust so deep inside me it felt like he was hitting a wall, or something of that like, that marvelously danced that fine line between pleasure and pain. Amazingly, I felt my cock bouncing, hard and heavy again with need. Sam suddenly slid his hand up my chest until his arm was across my chest, pulling my back to his front, never losing his punishing rhythm. Without hesitation he sank his teeth into the flesh connecting shoulder and neck, thrusting into me hard. I cried out, eyes rolling back in my head, reaching my arm up above me to sink my fingers into his hair. I could feel the warm, delicious weight of another orgasm building. Sam moaned, releasing his teeth from my flesh to throw his head back. I dropped my head back against his shoulder, feeling his rhythm falter. I knew he was getting close and just the thought of his hot jets of cum filling me up made me cry out. His fingers gripped my jaw, pulling my mouth to his, his tongue taking me over in rhythm mirroring how he fucked me. He moaned into my mouth and I echoed him as I came again. I had to pull back from him, barely conscious of how my body seizing in pleasure could result in me inadvertently injuring him. I heard Sam cry out my name over my own screams and then his orgasm shot and corded its way inside me. We both fell onto the bed, me on my stomach, Sam on his side next to me, panting. We remained wordless for a while.
"You are awfully good at what you do." I said, laughingly when I could finally breathe enough to speak. Sam chuckled a little at that and I turned my head to see him rolling onto his back slinging an arm over his eyes with one of his amazing, heart-stopping smiles.
"I've had lots of practice." He said with a deep, brief chuckle. I felt my eyebrows raise as I ran my eyes down the long length of his taught, tawny, sweaty body. I could believe it, yet I still couldn't keep the next question from popping out of my mouth.
"You've had other male lovers?" My question sounded only a little jealous, for which I was proud of. His smile grew a little.
"I've had my fair share." He sounded almost like he was mocking me. Based on his performance I didn't doubt he had in fact had male lovers.
"How many qualifies as a 'fair share'?" There was no masking the jealousy in my voice and I cringed a little.
"I've had several male lovers. Lets just leave it at that." I felt the first stirrings of irritation.
"Are you being an obtuse ass on purpose or is this how you treat all your lovers?" He moved his arm to flop loosely on the bed above his head, turning so that he was facing me, an odd almost quirky smile on his face.
"Why does it matter so much to you how many lovers I've had?" I soaked in my irritation for a few moments trying to think of a valid reason for why this bothered me.
"It just does." I sounded as irritated as I felt. Sam stared at me for a couple heartbeats.
"Do you want to know how many in total I have had? Or is it only the men that matter to you?" There was a slight hint of aggression to his last question and I blinked in confusion.
Why wouldn't he just tell me? I Sat up and folded my leg beneath me, staring intently at him. I couldn't find the words to answer his question. I didn't want to piss him off but for some inexplicable reason, I needed to know.
"Why won't you just tell me? Why is this such a big deal?" He stared at me in the silence that fell between us.
"Fourteen." He was calm, no inflection in his voice but I felt a little twinge at the number anyway, my heart playing a game of hopscotch.
"Lovers total?" Again a brief pause.
"Male lovers. I can't recall an exact number for the females, not that that matters much to you." Again with that emotionless tone. I stared at him, wondering how I had never known about this side of Sam.
"So you are trying to tell me that you, you, are a player." He raised his eyebrows with a quirky smile pulling half his mouth up.
"Because I don't flaunt my sexual prowess obnoxiously like you do, you assumed incorrectly that I have no game." He rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand, staring alluringly at me. "You would be wrong, as I'm sure you now know." I could do nothing but blink at him in shock for a few minutes. My Sammy...a player? The idea had just never occurred to me that those two things would ever be paired together. I loosely accepted the thought that Sam was slightly promiscuous but was stuck on one thing.
"How did I not know about your..." I trailed off and thought of a way to phrase what I wanted to say. "-attraction to men?" He laughed outright at that.
"I do many things you don't know about, Dean. I do a lot of the things you do, I just don't do them so blatantly." My eyebrows seemed to be trying to blend in with my hairline and Sam laughed at me again. "I masturbate, surf for porn, have sex in public bathrooms, drink to excess and have fantasies too. If I didn't do any of those things you probably wouldn't have enjoyed the sex as much as you did. Take it from me, first times aren't always so...agreeable." The last word sounded as if there was more behind it but I left it alone.
I figured he watched porn and masturbated. Every guy does. I just hadn't figured the rest into the equation. I visibly shook it off and sucked it up. I knew my jealousy was irrational, I mean who was I to throw stones, but I couldn't help it. I must have looked as surly as I felt because Sam moved closer to me, running his fingers up and down my inner thigh.
"You aren't exactly a prime example of chastity, Dean. I don't know why this bothers you so much." He looked down at my leg in silence for a few moments, running his finger tips in nonsense patterns along my flesh. "I have had many lovers both male and female, this is true. However, they were nameless, faceless. A good time to be had because I never knew if I'd be able to again. Their value was measured by a shallow scale of how much they physically pleased me." He looked up at me.
"If you think the quantity of lovers I have had makes you somehow insignificant to me, you are wrong." I stared, unflinchingly, waiting for the end of his speech, heart racing. He pulled himself up and sat back on his knees in front of me, making some serious eye contact.
"You are not another anonymous hole to fuck. You are Dean, which by definition makes you precious to me." I looked away. How could I believe how he valued me after how he had described his previous lovers as objects used to get him off in his spare time. His fingers found my jaw and he turned my face back to him.
"There is no gem, precious metal, or star in the sky; No amount of fame or monetary compensation in any world in this universe or the next that I would or could ever value more than you." I smiled a little.
It wasn't exactly a profession of love but his words were pretty and I could tell he meant them. I found myself in Sam's arms, wondering why I was being such a girl about all this. I could believe, wanted badly to believe what he'd told me, yet a nagging voice in the back of my head told me, Sam would never say any of that to you. You can never actually have Sam because he is your brother. This is a dream. And then a niggling sense of doubt crept through me. Of all the things he had listed that were incomparable to my value to him, he hadn't included another person. That's because he's lying to you. Sam could never love you, not like you want him to. Wake up, Dean. This isn't real. This felt real to me but I couldn't shake the voice of doubt. Then it occurred to me. The voice of doubt was probably what made this seem the most real. If this was a dream I wouldn't have had that conversation with Sam and I damned sure wouldn't be wasting my time doubting Sam. I'd be lost to him, without a second thought. Even in my wildest dreams I couldn't imagine me inventing this new Sam. I just didn't have the imagination for it. That sealed the deal.
I shook my head and buried my doubts and that obnoxious fucking voice in that special box in the back of my mind again. I lost myself to the feel of Sam's flesh against mine, forgetting all about my interlude with Mr. Pessimism.
A/N- Thank you again to all those who inspired me to continue this story with your ever-vigilant support. You guys are Awesome! I am my own editor, so please forgive any mistakes you may have encountered. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Please R&R and I will see you next chapter. Ciao!