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_{(Continued from sws)}

[As soon as they'd both got in the car, Sam was making his way towards the nearest clothing store he could think of. They needed to get Dean some seriously more appropriate clothes here soon. Though the thought of panty or bra shopping with Dean? A little bit awkward.]

[He was strangely more interested about the possible month with his brother than he thought he would've been before... Dean had come up. It was good to have his brother back in some way than when he'd first left for college. Still not something he wanted to think about and he didn't want to dwell on that bad blood, especially right now.]

So... how's it feel anyway? Waking up in a different body?

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You living close by means we might actually do it enough to get sick of it, huh? [he sighed at the touch.] Except I don't see it happening even if we do...

[Dean laughed, shaking her head as she brought her hands back up, fingers exploring the lines of his chest. She couldn't get enough of seeing him and touching him.] Never gonna happen, Sammy. When we're having sex, I'm thinking about when I can next get my mouth on you. When I've got my mouth on you, I'm already thinking about the next time we can have sex. When we're not doing either, I want both. I'm lucky I can accomplish anything more complicated than tying my shoes, at this point.

I can't get over this still... [He laughed under his breath, head tilting to watch Dean's fingers move down his chest.] I mean, of all the things I thought I'd be doing? Thinking about sex with my own brother constantly... wasn't one of them, dude.

[And it wasn't just- about the sex either. God, he had it bad here.] Turn around, Dean.

No kidding. Was kinda news to me, too. [She smiled up at him.] Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

[She smiled wider at his order, happy to comply. She rolled underneath him, pausing to arch her back up against him once like a cat before she settled down onto the mattress.]

Well, as I also recall, you were kinda the one who put the moves on me in the first place... not that I'm complaining either.

[Definitely not complaining. He let out a soft noise as she rolled over underneath him, arched like that. He leaned forward to kiss over her back, reaching a hand down between her body and the mattress to dip between her legs, teasing her again.]

Odd. I remember you kissing on me first. [She laughed softly, then moaned when his fingers started to rub against her again. She spread her legs more apart to give him room. God, she loved his hands.] How strong do you suppose you are, Sammy? You could get those panties off, I bet...

I- [He paused, frowning a little because honestly? his memory is still pretty damn hazy of that night. They'd both been drunk and somehow that had led to- yeah...] Did I really?

[He nipped at the back of her neck playfully, his hands going to work on her panties and skirt off when she spoke up.] Guess it is about time for the lingerie to come off, huh?

I think so, but I could be wrong? [She'll take the blame if it makes Sam uncomfortable. She's happy with where they ended up, regardless.]

[Her hands caught his before he could go too far with undressing her. She looked back over her shoulder, grinning playfully.] Or, you could leave the skirt and stocking on. You'd just have to get creative with getting rid of the panties. [It's not like she's that attached to them...]

It doesn't matter... I don't- remember it very well is all. Had a lot of beer that night. [Whoever did it first, they were both happy here, right? Together... that's what mattered.]

[He paused at that, arching a brow.] Yeah? Hmm... Not leaving me many options here, dude. [he was smiling despite himself... licking his lips a little as he eased both hands underneath the skirt and started to tug at the thin fabric to tear it... since that- seemed to be what she was encouraging here.]

[Definitely happy. Dean had zero complaints, right about now.]

[She gasped when she heard the fabric start to give, giving a near purr when they ripped under Sam's hands. Okay, now she totally got why girls enjoyed that. That was a total turn on. She laughed breathlessly and pushed back up against her brother again.] Gonna have to start buying cheap ones. That was kinda hot.

[God, okay, it was kinda hot. The way she practically purred under him and pushed back on him. His hand went back to rubbing her as he curled over the slighter body beneath his, grinding against her.]

[he pressed his fingers inside of her slowly, curling them as he nipped at the back of her neck.] God, you look so good right now, Dean... always want you so damn bad.

Sam... [His name is a drawn out moan on her lips as she opens to his fingers and shivers at the feel of his teeth on the back of her neck. It was like he was all over her. She really liked this feeling.]

[She reached back to tangle a hand in his hair, her head turning to try and kiss him.]

[He leaned forward to kiss her deep and hard, enjoying the feel of her hand tangled in his hair, the press of her body against his. Liked how Dean felt pressed up against him, how she felt wrapped around his fingers - tight and wet and hot...]

[he nibbled at her lower lip before drawing away from the kiss and panting slightly. After a few more strokes of his fingers, he slowly eased them out of her body, pressing himself against her and pushed in slow. his fingers went back to rubbing at her, wanting to give her as much as he could. He murmured softly against her ear- how good she felt, how much he wanted her- anything that came to mind as he sheathed himself deep inside of her.]

[All thought was gone from her mind once Sam pushed into her. She moaned helplessly, squirming against his fingers and pushing herself back against him until he was fully inside her. That was never, ever going to stop being good. And the things he was saying... god, she loved it when he talked like that. Lots of people had said similar things, but with Sam she actually believed them.]

[Never thought he'd actually enjoy seeing how he could reduce Dean to writhing and just needing him like this. God, it was probably one of his favorite things to see now. Kissing her shoulder, he pulled almost entirely out of her before pushing back in, hard, starting up a pace.]

Yes! [The gasp was almost involuntary, reacting in surprise and delight at the way he started thrusting into her. She shifted to get her knees under her, pushing up into his body a little more, giving his hand more room to touch her while he moved.]

[His other hand went to help her, easing around her and helping hitch her up to her knees as he started up a fast, rougher pace. his other hand continued to explore her, rubbing and teasing.] Dean... [his voice was deep and husky, completely focused on how she felt and looked beneath him.]

So good. So good... Sammy... [When she first envisioned this, she imagined it hard, fast, and dirty. A scene right out of one of the many pornos she enjoyed so much. This was different. Better. He was taking more time than she expected, being gentle and tender. Things that still surprised her in sex. Things she thinks she could really get used to.] Love you...

Y-yeah... love you too. [He panted, pushing in deep and faster, groaning deeply at the feel of her around him.] Dean... God, Dean... [he leaned back a little, wanting to watch her, wanting to see her.]

[She whined softly. Her body arched up, looking for the heat that was gone. She turned her head, hazy eyes fixing on Sam's and she laughed breathlessly. Dean pushed back against him with each thrust, trying to keep the eye contact. Watching him watching her always turned her on, no matter what they were doing.] Faster, Sammy. Want everything you've got.

[His eyes darted up to hers, looking almost sheepish for half a second at being caught like this before he started going faster and harder, wanting to give her what she was asking for.]

God, Dean- [he bit at his lower lip to keep back a groan that threatened to rise up, just focused on each hard thrust into her, the way she pushed back on him. His hand stayed between her legs, the other going to grab at her hip, pull her back even harder.] Dean... d-damn...

[All she could do was moan and push back into his thrusts, loving every second of it. She leaned down, resting her head on her folded arms, changing up the angle so that every time Sam thrust into her, he went deeper and hit all the best spots. She started to whimper with each one, the volume increasing the closer she got to coming, her body tensing up around him.]

[When it hit, she cried out his name, pushing back hard into him her hands braced on the bed to give her more leverage. She rode out the waves, the same desperate whimpering noise returning to follow his name.]

[He gasped when he felt her coming, heard her crying out his name in a way that nearly did him in right there, but he forced himself to stop moving, just stay buried to the hilt inside of her as she pushed back on him, forcing himself to calm down as much as he could. It was hard not to keep thrusting, to keep going until he came, but- he'd been the one protesting about responsibility here and coming in her a third time was anything but.]

[But God, he hadn't had the mind to stop and grab a condom when he had Dean writhing beneath him. He drew out of her slowly, practically whimpering himself at the loss of that slick, tight heat around him.] Dean... [He panted his brother's name, eyes drifting shut for a brief moment.] Turn around... [His whole life, he'd followed Dean and sometimes it was- easier to let his brother set the pace of things here too, let him worry less about how freakish this all was. But he'd seen so many examples of Dean enjoying him making demands that he- was trying. And kinda hoping it didn't get the other pissed along the way or something.]

Use... ah... I- I want you to use your mouth. [And God, it wouldn't take much with how on edge he felt right now.]

[Dean whimpered, too, at the loss of him. God, she's let him stay inside her all night long if they could. Sam felt amazing.]

[She'd slumped down onto the bed a moment before she heard him ask her to turn over. No, not ask. That was clearly an order. She shivered lightly, turning onto her back without a second's hesitation. She didn't know what Sam had in mind, but whatever it was, it was going to be good. That was a given. His second order gave her a jolt, in spite of the incredible orgasm she was still coming down off of. A smile appeared on her face and she licked her lips, pushing up to her hands and knees, crawling over to push him gently back into a comfortable sitting position. When he was settled, she stretched out before him, getting low enough to really work on him.]

[The first touch of her hand on him made her gasp a little. He was so hot, hard, and slick from being inside her. She groaned softly, her head dipping to put her mouth around the head of his cock, her hand stroking him from the base up, sliding easily over his slippery skin. She sucked him hard, her tongue swirling over him, tasting herself and his precome.]

[Sam watched her, lips parted slightly and entirely fixated on her. God, he'd have really let Dean do whatever she wanted if she just kept- looking at him like that, smiling at him like that. He settled back at her push, getting comfortable as she stretched out.]

[The first touch of her hand made him shiver, his hand going to rest on top of her head gently to brush through her hair - not guiding her trying to make her take in any more of him than she wanted.] Dean... [His breath caught as she took him in, sucked him. He whimpered, hips nudging forward a little as he just let himself focus on what she was doing to him.] Oh god, Dean... so good. Love you so much....

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