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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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[Dean shifted around so she was straddling him, arms around his neck and leaning in close to kiss him slowly.] I like being close. You always feel good against me.

[He let out a sigh when she straddled his lap, returning that slow kiss as his hands rested to her hips, smoothing over the soft skin that was exposed when her skirt hiked up.] yeah... [He let out a pleasant noise, looking down between them for a brief moment. Know there was only the barrier of his jeans between them sent a shiver up his spine.] Love you, Dean.

You gonna love me if I tease you? [She asked playfully, leaning back a bit to pull her shirt up over her head and toss it aside on the seat. She licked her lips and reached for her mostly empty soda cup, popping the lid off and handing it to him.] Here, hold this. [Once her hands were free, she plucked an ice cube from the cup and tipped her head back, trailing the cube along her neck, down between her breasts. She moved it to the side, rubbing at her nipple through the thin lace of her bra, the coldness making it stand up hard.]

Tease me? [He repeated just about the time she tugged up her shirt and reached for her cup. He gave a confused look for a moment as he held onto the cup.] Dean-- [Crap. His eyes roamed over her, followe where that cube was moving over him, watched his sibling tease herself through her bra...] Dean... [His free hand brushed up her thighs, hitching her skirt higher.]

[The ice in her hand was just about melted. She let the tiny sliver fall tot he floor and picked another piece from the cup, working it over the other nipple. The lace got damp as the ice melted, her nipple pushing out against it.] Sammy. [She answered teasingly, holding the ice over to rub against her brother's lips. She pushed it between his lips and bent to kiss him, swirling the ice around with her tongue until it was gone.]

[His lips parted slightly as the ice brushed against them, taking it easily and delving into the kiss, pushing up as close to her as he could. The contrast of the cold ice and her mouth had him moaning, another shiver running through him. God, he could already feel his cock stirring again, getting harder and he knew--knew she'd be able to feel it with her position. When the kiss ended, he nipped at her lower lip, eyeing her hazily.] Dean... God-- [He moved to her neck, lapping at the water she'd left behind there from the earlier cube.] want you...

[She moaned softly when he mouth reached her neck. Always such a turn on. She shivered when she felt Sam getting hard against her, rocking her hips into his lightly just to enjoy the sensation of all her bare skin rubbing against that rough denim.] Soon, Sammy. [She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it slide down off her arms and putting it aside with her shirt. She reached back into the cup and picked out a piece of ice, pressing it into Sam's free hand and leaning back against the dashboard to give him plenty of room to play.]

[He hissed at the friction against his hips, at the way she rubbed herself against him. He resisted the urge to grind back and instead took the ice to play over her chest, teasing her breasts and nipples with the melting cube before the warmth of his mouth soothed over the skin. What was left of the ice was moved down her stomach until it stopped at the waistband of her skirt, teasing along the area.] God, you look so hot...

Mmmm... feels good. [The way he switched off the ice and the heat of his mouth on her skin and her nipples was making her insane. Her hips rolled in slow circles against him, shivering at that friction.] You wanna give me a view? [She took the cup from him and set it carefully on the seat before she gripped the bottom on his shirt and started to tug it up.]

[He let out a soft noise at the continued friction before helping her pull his shirt up and off, leaning back away from her as much as he could. Finally, he could resist the urge to roll his own hips up, press harder against her s as she rolled against him.] That better? [He asked, already breathing heavier, eyes darkened with lust.]

[She moaned when he rubbed against her, increasing the friction. All that tough fabric grinding against sensitive flesh. She shuddered and pressed closer.] Very good. Like looking at you. Almost as much as I like touching you. [She reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt, pulling it down and then tugging the skirt up over her head. No way she was moving from his lap if she didn't have to. Once she was completely naked, she let her hands roam over Sam's bare shoulders and chest.]

Dean... [He breathed her name as she completely undressed for him, sat naked in his lap. He grabbed at her hips, using the leverage to pull her a little bit closer, harder over the bulge straining against the confines of those jeans.] Love it when you touch me. [He hadn't exactly intended on doing this when he suggested they park, but damn if he could get himself to pull away. his mouth returned to teasing her skin, hands rubbing over her hips, holding on.]

Easy, Sammy. Gonna get your jeans all wet. [She purred, low and teasing as she rocked herself against him. Her breath came faster as his mouth worked over her skin. She moaned softly and pushed into the touch of his lips.] What do you want me to do? Give you anything.

[He groaned softly at the way her voice sounded, eyes darting up to watch her face. One hand eased between her legs, rubbing at her, wanting to feel how wet she was for him, because of him.] Want you to ride me like the last time we did it in here. [God, that had been so hot, the way she'd jumped him, needed him so bad. And sexy as it had been that she'd been desperate enough to forget the condom, the way he loved it when there wasn't a barrier between them at all, he still reached for his pocket to grab one out, slipping it into her hand.] Dean-- put it on me.

[When his fingers touched her, she leaned back against the dash to spread herself for him. Let him touch however he wanted. Then he handed her a condom and she smiled. A tingle of desire went up her spine at that soft order.]

[She shifted back a tiny bit to give herself some room to open Sam's jeans. The front was a little moist from where she'd been rubbing up against him. When the jeans were opened, she pulled him out and opened the condom wrapper, carefully rolling it down over his impressively hard cock. As soon as it was in place, she didn't waste any time levering herself up and pushing down onto him.]

[He bit his lower lip as she touched him, shivering a little and almost wanting to roll up against her hand, but soon, she was settling onto him and he was being enveloped in tight, wet heat. He held onto her hips with his free hand to stop her from moving too soon, as much as he wanted her to, his other hand staying between her legs to rub at her. Just wanted to focus on how she felt a moment, how she looked, how they looked connected. Really shouldn't be doing this outside, not in broad daylight even if no one ever came out this way, but...] God, you feel amazing, Dean. Look so good right now....

[She stayed still as he held her in place, shuddering under his touch. Her head tipped back on her neck, panting for breath toward the ceiling. It didn't matter to her that they were outside. That just made it better. She moaned softly, struggling not to move her hips as she looked back down at him.] Feels good. Wanna ride you, Sammy. Lemmie move?

[his hold loosened on her at the request and he gave a breathless nod as his gaze fell back on her face.] Yeah... please, Dean... [Needed to feel her, wanted to watch every move she made.]

[As soon as he nodded, she was moving. Her hips rolled in quick circles, not bothering with slow and easy. Sam was hard as a rock inside her and she was so wet and ready. Slow wasn't going to cut it right now.]

[With the position they were in, it was simple for her to reach behind her and brace her hands on the dash, putting herself more on display for her brother and giving an extra leverage boost to her downward thrusts.]

[He groaned softly, his hips rolling up to meet hers as much as they could, pushing in deeper as his eyes roamed over her body.] Dean... [He panted her name, his hands smoothing up her thighs, down her flat stomach, anywhere they could reach.] Love you.

Love you. God... love your hands on me. [ The more Sam touched her, the better she liked it. She moaned and squirmed under his hands, trying to get closer to them and still push hard down onto his cock, grinding her body against him.] Sammy... feel so good...

[His hands kept exploring her body. Up to her chest for awhile, down her sides and over her hips and thighs, nails bluntly raking occasionally as she squirmed under them. God, she felt so perfect, everything she did...] God, so do you, Dean... You're so good.

Oooh God, Sammy. Fuck. [She whined and squirmed, moaning louder as she pushed down harder against him. Wanted to feel him as deep as she could get him. He was so hard and at this angle, he hit all the best places inside her. Fuck, it was so damn good.] Fucking condoms... wanna feel you coming inside me...

[He let out a desperate groan, his hips rolling up as much as they could, trying to get as deep inside her as possible, hit all those spots that had her making all those noises.] I- I know, Dean... me too... [Probably not something he should be confessing, ever, but he was just far gone enough to not give a damn.] Hate having something between us, anything... [His hand was back between her legs though, rubbing against her, wanting to see her let go, wanting to feel her clenching around him when she came.] Dean-- you're so damn good...

Sam! [Dean gasped when he started rubbing her. She had already been right there on the edge and that pushed her right over. She tipped her head back and cried out his name and a handful of curses as she came, going tight around him, her thighs clenching against his hips.]

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