Eight Dollar Hookers & Fourteen Year Old Hormones

Warnings: Not quite wee!cest…umm…teen!cest, I 'spose. Smutty smutty smutty!! Abd to quote Dean "I'm going to hell." Perhaps not again, but at least twice over.

Note: Again, If you feel that this is too explict for the site please tell me and I will remove it. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy. Also, refrences The Great Gatsby which I had to read...and really hated. Daisy annoyed me.

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Fucking Hicksville…

He could list the things he hated about nowhereworthshit, Montana until the tenth Thursday of whenever, forever.

But no, because he didn't give a damn. He didn't give a flying fuck that some white trash whore had her tongue so far up his brother's ass she was probably licking his prostate. Even though his fourteen year old hormones wanted to bend his brother over the hood of the pretty pretty Impala and do the same damn thing.

If Dean wanted to let some eight dollar hooker, fuck him into oblivion and give him Chlamydia then whatever, fuckhim.He didn't give a damn that he was hard as a goddamn rock and that the zipper on his jeans was digging into his cock painfully, Dean wasn't going to win, because he didn't give a damn."Jesus!" Sam swore aloud as the so-not-pretty blonde whore's hand reached around and wrapped around his brother's dick. Fucking Dean! Fucking Dean had turned him into a goddamn voyeur all because he told his brother to hold the fuck on for ten fucking minutes and let him finish his paper on the fucking Great Gatsby.Fucking Dean. Fucking Daisy. Fucking whore (who was looking more and more like that bitch Daisy the more he watched them). Fucking Dean…He was going to fuck Dean into the ground once this was over.

Dean had thought that there would be no damn way he'd be able to contain his laughter when he'd pulled blonde whoever into the crap ass trailer they were currently residing in and caught Sam's dirty glance as he left the trailer slamming the door shut in his usual pissy nature.

He thought he was going to come on the pure principle watching his brother watch him as blondewhateverhernamewas worked his hole open with her tongue, her sharp nose grinding against the crease of his ass…Jesus! Sam was such a whore for watching. In between the waves of fucking pleasure he wondered how goddamn long he'd have to screw around with this whore before Sam stopped bitching and arguing with himself, and came in here and fucked him like the good little slut he was.

"Little bitch." Dean mumbled, feeling his breath catch in his throat as her tongue brushed over his prostate once more. JesusFuckingChrist…

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As soon as DaisyWhore peeled out of the yard in some junker Chevy pickup, Sam took a deep breath, and went back inside the trailer, still hard as fuck, and planning to do something about it.

Dean was perched on the edge of the table, mock-tidying himself up, and waiting for Sam to do something, anything. He feigned complete fucking innocence as Sam looked at him, eyes blown with lust and a more than obvious bulge in his pants.

"Hey there Sammy." Dean grinned.

It only pissed Sam off more, "You're such a fucking slut, Dean."

"Fuck you SammyBoy."

"No," Sam said primly, "I'm going to fuck you." Sam grabbed his brother and bent him over the table roughly. Dean was going to have marks tomorrow, and Sam grinned at the thought…Dean would be marked by him. Owned.

Dean felt his elbow smack against the table somewhat painfully and swore. "Fuck! Sammy,"

"Shut the fuck up, Dean." Sam ordered. "Take off your goddamn pants."

Dean complied, and Sam disappeared.

When he returned, he had lube in hand and Dean was standing bare assed and looking back at him with that smug ass grin.

He stripped in record time and would have came at the sight of Dean standing there like that, if not for sheer determination to fuck his brother into that table and show him who the fuck it was that he belonged to.

Sam bent him back over the table, and caught Dean muttering something.

"What was that, Dean?"

"I said," Dean said a little more articulately shifting so that his face was no longer smashed against the table. "You got some serious kink in you Sammy."

Sam smirked, and kicked his brother's feet farther apart. He leaned in closer to Dean's ear, and whispered, "You have no idea, big brother."

Even though he'd just been fucked into oblivion by that over-priced slut, he was getting hard, and all he wanted was to feel Sam's hand on his dick. Thankfuckinggod, dad was in the middle of a hunt who knew the fuck where and wouldn't be home for days.

Two years now, and Sam was a fucking pro compared to most boys who barely knew the difference between pussy and an anus, and fuck it all but they both knew it.

Sam coated his hand with the cold, wet lube and slipped one finger into his brother's hole; grinning, as Dean's ass clenched around it. He quickly added in a second, and then third finger, not too worried about stretching him too much because that whore had fucked him good. Besides, Dean liked it rough and Sam liked to see him squirm.

Dean writhed against the table, as Sam's fingers brushed against his prostate and swore, "Fuck! Sammy…"

Sam grinned, and reached his other hand around graze his brother's cock. He felt Dean seize up, clenching hard around the fingers buried in his ass. His hand slid upwards to massage his brother's balls and Dean thought he'd fucking die.

"Just, fuck me, you motherfucker." Dean swore, god, so this was his fucking punishment?

"That, Dean, I believe would be you." Sam said, pulling his fingers from his brother's ass with a pop, and Dean moaned at the emptiness. "That whore was fucking ancient."

Dean groaned, and nodded his head, prepared to agree with fucking anything Sam said. Sam could tell him to die his hair pink, put on a miniskirt, and walk down the fucking street like that and he would if it got him any closer to having Sam inside him.

"A whore. She was a fucking whore." Dean managed, "Sam…" He begged.

Sam covered his dick in lube and positioned himself at Dean's whole, thrusting in with one quick, swift motion.

"No..more…whores." Sam managed, staying still for the moment.

"Nomorewhorenomorewhores…Jesus, Sammy, just move." Dean begged, completely submissive to his little brother

Sam pulled out of Dean, changing the angle so that he'd be sure to hit his brother's prostate and then thrust back in until he was balls deep. He repeated this, their moans and swearing, and groaning all coming in unison.

When Sam knew he was about to come--and he was proud to have held out so long, teenage hormones were a bitch--he grabbed Dean's dick and jacked it roughly, using only pre-cum and sweat for lube.

When he came, Sam bit down, hard, on Dean's shoulder, marking him.

This time, Dean was his bitch.