onlytobenormal | a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

Dean pulled some pillows down to prop her head up on. Since Sam was down near the foot of the bed, she stretched out low on the bed, her feet off the bottom edge a bit. Just to give him a better view.

She pulled out the rabbit vibrator they bought on their shopping trip and turned the shaft vibrations on to a medium setting, then slowly started to push the toy in. As wet as she already was from grinding on Sam and teasing them both, she didn't need anything extra. The toy pushed in easy and she moaned as it slowly filled her.

Sam took the chance to tug off his boxers and wondered why he even bothered to get dressed around the house with Dean anymore, as active as they were. He licked his lips, eyes roaming over her body, settling between her legs and watching as she pushed in the toy. Yeah, it was going to be hard to resist no giving in the urge to give his neglected cock some attention, but he wanted to hold off as long as he could, focus on this show she was giving him.

"Dean..."

"Like what you see, Sammy?" She purred breathlessly and moved her thumb to crank up the vibrations. She moaned and shuddered as she started moving the toy in and out of her. Once she had a rhythm going, she thumbed the controls for the little rabbit ears and cried out softly when they started vibrating against her clit. Her body twisted and her hips rocked into the feeling.

"Yeah..." He licked his lips, leaning forward a little bit, groaning as he watched her fuck herself on that toy, watched her twist against the sensations. "Fuck, Dean," his tone was almost pleading, just itching to touch her somehow, be closer. He finally eased a hand down to his own cock, stroking himself lightly, slowly. No hurry, no rush.

"It's not... mmmm... not as good as you, you know. Not as big. Not as warm." She gasped out the words, body rocking into her hand's motion as she pushed the toy into herself. Her rhythm increased and she groaned again, fucking herself more quickly, harder with the toy. "Sammy... fuck..."

"Dean..." he let out a soft moan, biting at his lower lip. God, this wasn't fair. She was right there, giving him a few of everything and all he could do is <>watch. "Let me touch..."

He paused, licking his lips before adding a soft, "Please."

Didn't care about pride anymore, not when he was just desperate for more.

"Well... since you asked so nicely..." She smiled down at him, never stopping her hand motion. She was getting close. Wouldn't take much to push her over. And as soon as she did, she was going to get Sam inside her. That thought definitely got her closer. "Mmmm... you can touch me, Sammy."

That was all he needed to push forward and climb up the bed to lean over her, kiss her deeply, roughly. One hand stayed planted on the bed, the other smoothed down over the other's chest, over one of her breasts, teasing her nipple.

Dean whined into Sam's mouth, kissing him back desperately as the vibrations pushed her faster and faster to the edge. She moaned and twisted under his hands, her hips moving harder and faster down onto the toy. When she came, her back arched her body up into Sam, crying out wordlessly.

When she arched against him, Sam ducked his head against her shoulder, breathing heavy, kissing over her skin, hands smoothing over her. "God, Dean... Love you. Love you so much..."

"Love you," she gasped. When she finally came down off that orgasm, she turned the vibrations off and removed the toy. Put it aside and then reached to pull Sam closer. Her legs slipped around his waist. "Your turn, Sammy..."

"Love you too," he murmured, letting Dean pull him in. Shifting his weight a little onto one arm, he smoothed the other down her hips and started to push in deep and hard when he was prompted to, groaning deeply against her skin.

She groaned and tipped her head back, body pushing up into Sam's thrust. Yeah, she was just coming down off of one orgasm, but having Sam inside her still turned her on. It felt good to be filled like that and to feel him moving on and inside her. She held on tighter and nuzzled at the side of his neck. "Feel so good..."

He groaned deeply, nuzzled into her as he started to thrust. He didn't have it in him to take it slow right now, just desperate for that heat, the slickness and tightness of her body. He just needed to feel her. "God, love you... doesn't matter what body you're in, Dean, always feel so perfect," he panted against her skin, nibbling along her jaw.

Dean didn't need slow right now. She was perfectly happy to lay back and let Sam take it however he wanted. She wasn't anywhere near coming again and she didn't need to. Sometimes, it was fun to just feel him getting desperate and watch him get off without getting lost in her own sensations.

She moaned softly and turned her head to the side to let him nuzzle her. "Love it when you talk like that, Sammy."

He turned his head to kiss her deeply, rolling his hips harder into hers, chasing his own release. He was so close, so lost in the feel of her around him, the press of her boy against his and the sound of her voice. "Dean... oh, god, Dean."

He groaned deeply when he came, pressing in closer to her as he rode out the waves.

She kissed him back and held on tight, loving the way he felt when he came apart like that. She squeezed him tight and held him close, doing everything she could to draw out his release for him. Her nails raked lightly along his back and she tightened her muscles around him as he continued to thrust into her.

He slumped against her soon after, nuzzled tiredly at her neck as he worked on catching his breath. "God..." he turned his head, kissing her cheek lightly. "Love you."

"Mmmm..." Dean sighed and wiggled happily under Sam. That? Was very good. Everything from the chair right up to this moment had been perfect. She turned her head to kiss his temple and smiled. "Worth the wait, Sammy?"

"Definitely," he murmured, shifting gently off her and stretching out at her side. "Looks like you enjoyed yourself too...'

"Oh, I definitely did. You look really hot when you're going at it like you're desperate." She turned to look at him and smiled. "Feels good, too."

He snorted at that, nudging at her lightly, a little tiredly. "Imagine f we ever live together for real, dude... we might never get out of bed." Felt a little strange still, even implying plans like that, but... Dean kept insisting and he was giving her the benefit of the doubt.

felt weird that he was making plans to keep doing this with his own sibling like it was normal too, but he wasn't as near as bothered by that anymore.

"I guess we'll find out." She rolled over to rest her head on his chest. It felt too good to be worried about whether it was normal or not. She was comfortable with Sam and to be honest, treated her better than most anybody else had.

"Out of bed is overrated anyway."

"That seems to be your motto," he teased, settling an arm around her and letting his hand rub over her back soothingly.

"Hasn't steered me wrong yet." She tangled their legs together and curled up against him, happy to just lay there a while and let him rub her back. "Besides... it's, ya'know, possible that I might love you. Just a little bit."

a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

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