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Adventures in Shopping

Chapter 9 – Change of Venue

They did finally get to eat their Chinese food. Dean was hungry and when Dean was hungry he was a force to be reckoned with. Feed him or fuck him, his hunger had to be fed.

So the waiter brought them a bowl of Steamed rice, a pot of tea, dishes filled with Kung Pao Chicken and Mo Shu Pork with the little pancakes and Hot and Spicy House Shrimp and they stuffed it all down. Dean allowed Sam to feed him bits of Kung Pao with his chopsticks and then Sam licked the sauce from his brother's lips. They sat in a darkened booth and didn't scare the tourists but the little old Oriental Man was glad when they left.

Out in the sunlight Sam stretched his arms over his head and yawned. His shirt rode up over his belly and Dean couldn't resist. It was hopeless, he was too much in love and Sam's naked belly was his personal chapel so he kissed it and tasted the skin, salty and sweet.

Sam wrapped his arms around the shorter Winchester and said, "I want to make another stop."

Dean nestled into Sam's arms. "Where do you want to go?"

"Let's stop at Target. I need some stuff like T-shirts and socks."

"Fine," Dean climbed into the driver's seat and Sam flopped into the passenger seat that had been his for so long that there was a 'Sam' shaped trough impressed into the seat back.

It didn't take long to for Dean to end up pushing another shopping cart behind his brother as Sam threw in miscellaneous items. They ended up in the men's department where Sam, much to Dean's surprise, grabbed a couple of pairs of jeans and handed them to him.

"Here, take these in the dressing room and try them on." Sam instructed, waving his hands towards the back wall.

"Why? We don't usually get all fussy about trying stuff on." Dean asked.

Sam snorted. "Just once, would you do what I asked without arguing? I want to go find something else for you to try on so just get in there and strip."

Dean was now pretty suspicious. They had gone for a whole forty five minutes without Sam teasing or groping him and Dean felt like the dam was about to burst.

"Oh, OK, but I'm watching you so behave." Dean made his way to the dressing rooms, collecting a garment counter from the girl behind the sales desk. He picked an empty stall, went in and started trying on pants.

A few minutes later Sam showed up and pushed his way into the little room with Dean. Sam had one hand loaded with fancy hangers full of ladies' panties. He also had another garment counter in his hand so Dean knew the sales girl had seen Sam's selections.

"What the hell. Sam?' Dean yelped but in a moment Sam had pulled off his T-shirt and was pushing down Dean's jeans. Come on, lover. I just want to see how they look."

Dean obediently lifted each leg in turn and it didn't take long before Sam had him stripped and dressed in a pair of black ladies' high cut satin panties with lace edgings. Sam wrapped his arms around him and Dean leaned back against Sam's chest. They both stared into the mirror at the naked beauty that was Dean Winchester in lacy panties with his cock straining against the fabric.

Sam moaned in Dean's hair. "These are so going home with us."

There was a discreet tapping at the dressing room door and it opened just enough for the sales girl to stick her arm in with a pair of the same panties in red.