Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-12-27 10:42 am
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been too long (for
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It had been two months and three days. He'd been counting, as much as he hadn't wanted to be this hung up on his sister's visits or not. They'd talked... quite a bit over the phone, though he'd shied away from what they'd done over the weekend for the most part. Mostly because he'd been freaked out for the first couple weeks as the realization sunk in and then he didn't... know how to bring it up over the phone.
He didn't know what to say about the fact he'd fucked his own sister multiple times, that he knew it hadn't been just-- for the physical thrill of it. But the more time he had to make peace with the fact, the less the guilt weighed on him. It hadn't felt wrong, it hadn't-- been wrong. It had been between them, it hadn't hurt anyone else.
He didn't know if that meant they should do it again... probably not. It couldn't go anywhere or be anything, it sure as hell didn't factor into this new life of his. Unfortunately, he didn't know if logically knowing something was a bad idea would mean crap if he was faced with a drunk, horny sister again, especially when he couldn't help but thin of those times together. Not that he was going to admit most his fantasies involved his own sister riding him, calling out for him.
Especially not to said sister.
Despite all the risks though, Sam finally convinced her to come for a visit and she promised, promised she'd be in by Friday after his classes. Sam would be lying if he said he wasn't anxiously checking his watch, waiting... trying to keep his thoughts from drifting to what he'd like to be doing with her this weekend--which involved mostly varying states of undress in the middle of just hanging out like they used to.
He didn't know what to say about the fact he'd fucked his own sister multiple times, that he knew it hadn't been just-- for the physical thrill of it. But the more time he had to make peace with the fact, the less the guilt weighed on him. It hadn't felt wrong, it hadn't-- been wrong. It had been between them, it hadn't hurt anyone else.
He didn't know if that meant they should do it again... probably not. It couldn't go anywhere or be anything, it sure as hell didn't factor into this new life of his. Unfortunately, he didn't know if logically knowing something was a bad idea would mean crap if he was faced with a drunk, horny sister again, especially when he couldn't help but thin of those times together. Not that he was going to admit most his fantasies involved his own sister riding him, calling out for him.
Especially not to said sister.
Despite all the risks though, Sam finally convinced her to come for a visit and she promised, promised she'd be in by Friday after his classes. Sam would be lying if he said he wasn't anxiously checking his watch, waiting... trying to keep his thoughts from drifting to what he'd like to be doing with her this weekend--which involved mostly varying states of undress in the middle of just hanging out like they used to.
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It felt amazing, almost too amazing. Damn near perfect. How had she gone on before this? She had no clue. Moaning, she shifted, grinding up against him. "Fuck, so good..."
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Way too long. How did they go two months without this? Without even talking about it.
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"Missed your cock..." It was hard to keep track of the things she said when he was fucking her, things just spilling out of her mouth. But damn if she hadn't. No other guy compared to him when he was inside her.
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He met her eyes, his own dark and heated with lust. "Missed how tight you are, how wet you get for me. Look so beautiful like this..."
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Fuck, it had been too long. "Fuck, please, don't stop...harder Sam."
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"Dana... fuc--"
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"S-Sam!" She cried out, the sound loud as she tipped her head back and held tight to him, pussy clamping and milking his cock as she shook and came for him. Always so good with him.
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"Love you..."
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"Love you too." She replied quietly, not for the first time wondering at those words. She had to cut that out.
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