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

Dean didn't bother answering with words. She just kept moving the toy in and out, moaning more when she moved it faster. Then she reached for the buttons controlling the vibrations and turned on the shaft. She groaned and shuddered, laying back flat and biting her bottom lip. The little rabbit ears brushed her clit each time she pushed the vibrator in, jarring the clamp slightly and making her whimper with the contact.

Then she turned on the bunny ear vibrations and the sounds got louder and more desperate. Oh, fuck.

He squirmed again, tipping his head back and panting. He couldn't look away from his sister, couldn't keep his eyes off the way she shuddered and all the noises she made. He licked his lips, forcing himself to keep quiet because otherwise, he'd probably be begging her to let him up or touch him, something.

"Dean..."

With all the stimulation, Dean didn't last long. Soon, she was squirming and whimpering as she came. The vibrations drew it out for a little while and by the time she turned off the toy, she was panting hard with a fine sheen of sweat on her skin.

Since Sam still had such a good view of everything, she left the toy inside her and let her legs down to rest, knees still far enough apart to let him see it still buried inside her.

"Dean." He let out a groan, squirming against the restraints again, tugging at them. "Come on, let me up... fuck, please."

She had to give him something. He could barely stand it... especially when she decided to just lounge there, leave that toy inside her. Never thought he'd actually be that jealous of a toy before, but when it was right where he craved to be right now...

The aftershocks had her body still clutching rhythmically at the shaft. She loved that feeling. It was one of the big reasons she always tried to keep Sam inside her long after they'd finished.

His desperation made her smile and she opened her eyes to look down at him. Well, it probably was time to stop teasing him. That didn't mean she had to do it quickly, though. Her hand moved to tease at one, trapped nipple lightly and then her fingertips trailed down along the chains on her body. She stroked her so sensitive clit gently a second before she finally reached down to take the toy out.

When she sat up, she made sure Sam was looking as she gave the vibrator a long lick. Then she put it aside to finish cleaning later. When she got up, she leaned over to kiss him with her own taste still on her tongue. Then she knelt to untie his feet first, finally stretching across and around him to unfasten the cuffs.

He moaned desperately into that kiss, sucking lightly, teasingly on her tongue and collecting that taste before she knelt to start untying him. Thank God...

He watched her through half-lidded eyes, arching against her while she worked on the cuffs. "God, love you..."

"Love you, too, Sammy," she murmured as she worked the cuffs and dropped them to the floor. Then she straightened up and smiled at him, taking a teasing step back. "What'cha gonna do now, little brother?"

As soon as he was able to stand, he did, taking a step towards her. He smirked at the question, reaching out to grab her shoulders and pull her in for a rough kiss, biting at her lower lip when he pulled back. "First, you're going to get back on the bed."

And since Dean apparently got off on it being rough, he didn't hesitate to give her a push back towards it.

She gaped into the kiss and whimpered when he bit her lip. Oh yeah, she liked it when Sam got rough. It gave her such a thrill and she knew Sam would never actually hurt her. A bruise or two wouldn't kill her, though.

When he pushed her, she fell back onto the bed with a small, surprised sound. Then she laughed softly and wiggled back to the middle of the bed, stretching out and giving Sam a heated look. "Now what, hmm?"

"What do you think?" He asked, crawling up on the bed to lean over her, grabbing for her wrists to pin them down to the mattress. He leaned down to kiss her deeply, pressing his hips down against hers.

Dean made an eager sound when he pinned her wrists. She struggled under his weight, pulling at his hold on her wrists and moaning as the struggling motions caused friction between his body and her aching, clamped nipples. Her hips rocked to meet his, even as she continued to put up a token struggle. "I think you're gonna work out all that pent up frustration on my poor, helpless body..."

His hands tightened when she pulled against his hold on her, moving to kiss down over her chest, teasing her breasts and those clamps with his mouth, giving the chains a light tug with his teeth. "And you're going to love every minute of it, aren't you?"

He shifted his hold to keep both of her wrists pinned with one hand, his other going to hitch one of her legs up around his hips as he shifted to push into her, hard.

She was twisting and mewling under him, especially when he tugged on the chains with his teeth. Fuck, she'd be getting hot to that mental image for weeks. "God, yes. I love it when you maul me like this."

Her breath caught when he moved her leg and then he slammed into her and she cried out, back arching up into him and her eyes slamming shut. Oh, fuck. Fuck. It was so good. So hard. Intense and right on the edge of too much. She couldn't stop squirming under him. "Fuck, Sammy... Sammy, please!"

He kept up a rough, fast pace, his hand tightening on her wrist even further. He let out a low groan, eyes locked on her face as she squirmed under him. "God, Dean..."

His grip on her wrists would leave marks, she knew. Didn't care. She wanted them. Wanted that ache deep inside from how hard he was fucking her.

She was practically gasping for breath. Every time she caught it, the impact of their bodies together forced it right back out of her. Her legs bent, knees and thighs clinging to his sides, holding on as much as she could. God, her head was swimming. She didn't know which was was up, but she didn't care. Didn't want this to stop.

He kept it up as long as he could, pounding into her, holding her hands down and letting his mouth explore and tease wherever he could. He didn't want it to end either, entirely wrapped up in the moment.

When he did finally come, he called her name, pressing himself closer as he rode it out.

Dean had come long before Sam. There wasn't any way to hold back under all that, even though she wanted to. By the time it was over, she was completely limp under him, sweaty, breathless... it had kind of surprised her that she didn't pass out completely.

He slouched against her, entirely spent and desperately trying to catch his breath after all that. "God, Dean," he murmured, kissing along her neck and shoulders, nuzzling into her.

"Love you so much."

She managed a small smile when she felt him nuzzling her and then a little more at his words. That was about all she had the energy for. Her body felt like rubber and she was just now getting her breath back.

"Love you, too," she murmured, eyes still closed.

Slowly, he shifted off her to lay beside her, sliding his arm around her to tug her close. "You okay?"

Some part of him wanted to make sure he hadn't got too rough, no matter how much Dean had insisted she liked it like that. He knew she could take a beating from hunts, but he didn't want to be the one actually hurting her by going too far.

Dean let him pull her in, curled into him and sighed softly. His question got her to open her eyes finally and she looked up at him, smiling again. She reached a hand up to cup the side of his face and kissed him softly. "M'okay, Sammy. Just worn out."

She settled back against him. "When you catch your breath, will you take the chains off for me?"

"Yeah, right. Sorry." He shifted a little to start easing off those clamps, trying to be as careful as he could. He leaned in to kiss her forehead as he worked them off her breasts and then reached between her legs to undo that one as well.

"No need to apologize." She tried not to show pain even though they always hurt a little coming off. It was worth it, as far as she was concerned. Didn't want Sam to think he was hurting her, though. When they were off, she cuddled back up to him and kissed his neck softly. "Thanks."

He smiled a little at the kiss, wrapping an arm around her to pull her a little closer. God, he was exhausted now. He shifted a little closer, kissing the top of her head while he let his eyes drift shut.

Dean was half asleep by the time she felt his kiss. She smiled and buried her face against his neck, yawning and settling in. "'night, Sammy."

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

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