After a long night on yet another case, Dean and Sam settled down in their next motel room.
Sam walked into the bathroom, groaning as his muscles protested at his movement.
Dean comes up from behind Sam, both of them standing in front of the mirror.
A second later, Sam felt two fingers on his hips.
Dean slowly drags his hands up his sides, using a light touch.
As he moves up closer to his underarms Sam tries to stifle a giggle from the tickling.
He continues and his hands enter the soft skin of his armpits, and stops, spending a second just teasing light circles tickling him lightly, as he tries not to laugh.
Dean whispers in his ear for him to try not to laugh for as long as he can, challenging him.
Dean continues his route, making his way slowly over his arms, past his elbows, and up to his wrists.
When he reaches that spot, he places his hands back at his hips and begins again, stopping once again at his underarms.
Finally altering that route he stops that pattern, and Sam feels his hands slide down to his nipples where they are erect from Dean's playing with his body.
He pinches and pulls at his nipples, making small circles around them with his fingers making Sam moan erotically.
As soon as Sam gets comfortable with this, Dean's hands slide up to his neck and shivers go up and down Sam's spine.
Dean then places his hands back on his nipples, and begins playing again.
Then he slides his hands into his armpits again and tickles him for a moment, then returns.
The switch between the two pleasures, heighten his senses and things begin to feel better and his fingers also tickle more.
Dean takes his hands and begins wiggling his fingers into Sam's armpits.
Sam moans giggling begging for him to stop, but he won't.
His fingers just keep rotating in his armpits the light touch sending him closer to the brink of laughter.
After a while he slides his hands down his sides, and begins making a path from his armpits to his hips, his fingers moving even quicker and more lightly.
When he reaches his hips he moves his hands inward toward his tummy, and then back out to the sides, and up to his armpits.
This sends Sam into quiet hysterics, and Sam can't hold it in any more.
Sam lets loose a laugh that soon multiples.
Dean continues to torment and in fact goes even quicker and lighter.
The older brother takes pleasure in tickling Sam and watching his beautiful body wiggle and try to get away.
He takes his hands and places them on his stomach telling him to stay quiet.
Immediately Sam feels soft fingers glide across his stomach to his sides.
Dean again keeps his touch extremely light, and slides around his sides and tummy, sending him once again into quiet laughter.
When he approaches his underarms he applies more pressure and drags across his skin, sending him into even deeper laughter.
Then Sam feels a finger on each sole as they drag up and down lightly.
Alternating again, Dean moves his hands and slides them right up into his underarms, tickling him again slowly softly dragging it out.
He then slides his hands to Sam's nipples again and plays for a while.
When Dean feels Sam at the edge of orgasm he pulls back and switches to tickling again.
Sam then feels both his hands on either of his sides, wiggling up and down.
He coordinates his hands to move at the same speed, going up and down relentlessly, ranging from his hips to his wrists.
When they reach his underarms Dean pauses one hand and lets the other wander across his naked flesh.
Then he slides down to his feet again all ten fingers tickling his soles and toes, as Sam is unable to escape, thrashing slightly, but forced to take it.
Dean switches to his armpits again tickling him without mercy.
Suddenly Dean's fingers skitter down his back like spiders, from the nape of his neck to the small of his back very slowly.
Sam gives out an involuntary giggle as his soft fingertips graze over his skin.
Again his fingers start tickling his neck again lightly brushing downward.
Sam cringes as his brother tickles down his spine and over his shoulder blades, using light, spider like motions.
His shoulders jerk and twitch as he struggles making Dean smirk.
He watches in obvious enjoyment as Sam fails to hold his laughter in.
Dean's fingers dance lower and lower now approaching the small of his back causing him to shudder.
He laughs with sympathy at Sam's plight.
Then Sam explodes with helpless laughter as Dean unexpectedly digs his fingers into his ribs poking and prodding mercilessly as he shudders and shakes.
After endless minutes of that, his fingers probe up to his armpits stroking softly scratching and teasing making him laugh, so hard it's painful.
His fingers alternate deep digging with light spider dancing.
Dean stretches his arms over his head, making the boy completely exposed to his playful torture.
Now his wicked fingers are able to tease from his waist up to his wrists.
He is tickling Sam everywhere from the waist up, reaching around to poke at his navel, tweaking his nipples in between.
Seeing his strained erection Dean laughs wickedly and continues to tickle his armpits and sides slowly agonizingly again then back around to the neck and down his back.
Stopping Dean whispers, "Now I'm going to tickle your balls and your cock if you can keep yourself from cumming you pass, but I'm not gonna make it easy on you. And you really want to cum don't you?"
He trails a light fingertip so lightly along his quivering penis.
Sam whimpers as he brings a fingertip to the base of his scrotum and traces it from side to side, lightly, teasing, tickling.
He smirks as he watches Sam's face in the mirror how much Sam needs to release.
Dean runs a fingertip around the head of his cock tickling so lightly, and teasingly that every nerve in his groin is on fire.
Now he's using one finger on each hand slowly tickling each testicle in tiny circles just barely brushing the skin, like ants crawling.
He is lightly stroking the tips of his index fingers along the sides of his shaft from the head to the base lightly and teasingly one stroke a second.
Sam feels his breath tickle in his ear as he whispers over and over, "Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle."
Dean smirks as Sam's helpless cock twitches with every word.
He slowly adds a fingertip at a time to those teasing his balls, until four fingers are lightly tickling each part, flicking over the skin, doing a gleeful loving tickle dance while his thumbs tickle his perineum making Sam moan with desire.
Dean's warm breath over his sensitized skin adds to his torture, as he now uses both hands to lightly stroke his penis his thumbs holding it still so his evil fingers can dance up and down to the root flicking faster and faster.
Once again as he reaches orgasm Dean brings him back slowing the tickling down.
"You know I remember on hunts, whenever you made a mistake dad would punish you either naked or in just your boxers, one of us always taking a turn tickling you like this. The other continuing to whisper how much it must tickle in your ear, making you hard, needy and begging."
He wiggled his fingers in Sam's armpits slowly and lightly swirling them over and over gently, making Dean laugh at his helpless expression.
Dean made small taunting circles with his pointer fingers inside Sam's armpits whispering dirty words in his ear.
"Cooootchie coooootchie coo tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle."
"Ya know I also recall on nights as we sped down those open roads, dad would have me hold you in the backseat and tell me where and for how long to tickle you in certain spots.
He used to get you off slowly by having you ride my leg while I tickled you. Man you loved us teasing you didn't you? Got off on it. The way my fingers danced around and around your navel into that quivering hole and across your tummy."
Dean suddenly dragged a slow finger up and down the backs and insides of Sam's legs making them quiver like jello and making him grin.
Slowly he slid his fingers upward towards the lower part of Sam's back lightly circling with one finger around and around and teasing making Sam arch his back and gasp.
"Yeah there we go Sammy yeah cootchie cootchie coo my sweet baby boy tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle."
Dean remembered their father always telling Dean to hold Sam up while he tickled him so he could see his reactions in the mirror while driving.
He brushed Sam's armpits light and teasing like he had done in the car to him so many times, just circling with the pads of his fingers so slowly enough to drive Sam crazy.
His fingers ran from Sam's sides to tickling in between his shoulders and neck, one hand would move from one side of his neck to the other not giving him room to escape.
Sam moaned and giggled and Dean smirked whispering, "Does that feel good baby? Does this tickle? Taking it so good for me baby. Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie coo."
Dean tickled at Sam's bare neck front and back and ears, sending shivers down his spine.
He teased a light brushing finger around and around Sam's navel, just playing and taunting with his body, feeling his tummy twitch at the sensation.
Dean let two single fingers glide up and down on either side of his tummy, making giggles escape.
His fingers were lightly bumping on his abs, teasing the skin in ticklish strokes.
Dean grinned running soft fingers over his brother's shoulder blades, scratching at the skin between them lightly and quickly.
Sam arched his back making Dean smirk wickedly, and tease his back some more.
Recognizing Sam's avoidance of making sound, he continued tickling him softly whispering, "Don't hold back on me baby I know it tickles let it out tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie."
While softly slowly teasing Sam's spine, he reaches forward sliding his palm to cover his sensitive cock.
"Hahahaha mmmmmmmm."
"You like that Sammy boy?"
Dean's fingertips sliding slowly and agonizingly up and down.
Hid fingers were mercilessly teasing around the meat of his cock then twisting around the end to prevent him from releasing.
Sam whined making Dean laugh at his helplessness.
When Dean's hand passed over his belly he giggled.
He felt Dean's other hand begin to trace circles around his nipples tweaking them, hardening them.
"How long can you stand this Sammy? How about not making a sound? Let's see how long you can take it."
Dean's finger teased the tip of Sam's cock, just drawing a circle around the circumcised head.
"This is going to be so fun torturing you."
He stroked the sensitive place behind his brother's balls.
Sam shook with silent laughter his hard cock drawing circles in the air as Dean kept up the cruel slow stroking.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie cootchie coo take it Sammy."
"Ya know I remember that time in the bathtub I held you while dad tickled your feet, your armpits and neck for like an hour man made you moan and beg."
Dean brushed a teasing pad of a soft finger up close by Sammy's armpit, down his spine making him shudder.
" I know you're lovin this laugh Sammy come on I know ya want to take it baby boy just take it tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle."
"Remember dad tied you to a chair naked once and we had a competition to see who could get you begging and pleading the longest to be tickled until you came without a hand on you?"
"Dad thought the quickest way was easiest but I know you baby boy wanted to be tickled so slowly teased have it dragged out of you until you couldn't take it anymore."
Dean brushed a teasing tickling finger down the front of Sam's throat to his chest.
"I remember us seeing how many times we could bring you to climax, and each time dragging it out longer than the one just before."
For a second Dean touched Sammy's bellybutton tickling it very lightly around and around with his left fingers swiping it with his thumb before sliding downward.
Just that was enough to make Sam gasp.
"You remember that one time Jodie and I tickled you until you begged for mercy? Man I never wanted to stop, keep you tied up for me and tickle you and tickle you all night."
"I remember dad tied you up hit up that video camera and we tickled you all night that one night and made you watch it as we tickled you making you beg so sweet again."
Dean tickled his neck slightly making Sam whimper and Dean smirk.
Very slowly Dean placed the pad of a finger by the hollow of Sam's armpit circling it teasingly.
Sam tried to keep it closed and Dean whispered, "Come on let me tease those cute little pits baby boy you know you want it tickle tickle tickle tickle cootchie cootchie."
At this point Sam's cock was turning a nice shade of purple as Dean played with him mercilessly.
Seeing bits of pre cum squirting out of Sam's cock, Dean took pity, and tickled him slowly as Sam begged using one light finger to tease his cock, and Sam was gone.