Sam looked down at his brother in the grave smashing the lid open with a shovel, "How's it going to down there baby?"
Dean tore the rotted wood away and felt relief over seeing an intact skeleton, "Awesome, everythings here." He reached up and waited for his brother to pull him out. It had been raining all day and the earth was slick, without Sam it would be a real circus act to get out.
A long arm reached down and Dean grabbed on, "Ok Sammy pull."
Sam took a moment to admire his dripping wet brother and thought how very pretty Dean looked with his clothes clinging to every inch of muscle, "Sure if you promise to do something for me."
"Come on bitch pull me up!"
Sam grabbed his crotch and squeezed, "Blow me."
Dean's jaw tightened, right now all he wanted to do was get back to the motel and out of his wet clothes, "Sure, help me out and I'll take care of that."
Eager to get his pipes cleaned, Sam yanked Dean out and the pair fell back in the mud with Dean on top just how he liked it. They had a hell of a time doing a salt and burn in that weather but the rain had let up and the brothers managed.
….
Dean tossed the shovel in the trunk and found Sam leaning against the Impala with his pants to his knees and a remarkably stiff prick considering the damp, cold weather. He waggled it at his brother and grinned, "Go on, get to it."
Sam found himself turned and slammed over the hood, "Hey knock it off!"
Dean pulled out his cock and pressed it between his brother's cheeks, "You know better than to treat me like your bitch…you're my sweet little Sammy and you're always going to end up like this."
He ground against the skinny ass until he couldn't wait any longer then forced his way inside. Sam buried his face in his arms, groaning loudly from the assault. Soon the graveyard was filled with the sound of balls slapping against forbidden flesh as the younger brother was pounded into submission.
Dean bottomed out, arched backwards and howled at the moon as he dropped a load of spunk right his Sam's tight little ass.
He jerked out, turned Sam around and devoured his dick until Sam reached nirvana. Once Dean released the spent flesh Sam slid down the side of the Impala landing in a puddle.
Dean pulled him up, tossed a blanket on the seat and guided his brother inside.
They sat there a few minutes catching their breath before heading out. Dean glanced over at Sam, "Sorry baby boy that was sorta rapey but I don't like being told what to do."
Sam had a big smile on his face; he let out a contented sigh and took his brothers hand, "I know, you don't catch on too quick do you Dean?"
Dean thought it over for a minute, "Huh, guess you're gonna have to boss me around more often."
"I plan on it."