Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-12-27 10:42 am
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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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And he totally was. Or at least, how she thought one would, if she had ever had one before. Because Sam was certainly not acting entirely brotherly to her exactly. But...eh, it was all a bit confusing. And perhaps a bit upsetting for her to think about the fact that he couldn't have a real girlfriend with her hanging around. Not that she wanted him to.
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He was definitely not going to look too deep into their relationship right now or what it might mean that he promised to be faithful to her.
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"Ya know, if you don't want to go in there with me, you don't have to." Yeah, she noticed him eying the bookstore as they walked by. And she was sorta feeling bad about dragging him around with her today.
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or sisters. Or a combination thereof, in their case.
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"Jesus, leopard print, really?" She muttered to herself, flicking that one away as she instead examined a red lace one with a tilt of her head.
Was it odd to contemplate on whether your brother was a lace guy or not? Who was she kidding? Yeah, it was. Though it still didn't stop her from thinking so.
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Dana had plucked two more out, a dark blue one push up bra and a black and white lace one, glancing at Sam occasionally to see how he was doing. The look on his face sometimes proved to amuse her more than once.
She had sort of lost sight of him for a bit as she had wandered back further into the store, though when she did find him again, she was already carrying a big pink bag filled with the things she had picked up. Most of them he had seen her grab, and, well, there may have been something else in there that he hadn't.
"Alright, your torture is over, we can go."
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Shrugging, she dropped her hand, a smile still on her lips. "Where ya wanna go now?" She asked, dropping the subject.
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But he could be annoying right back and that included dragging Dana over to that bookstore he spotted earlier to look at all the 'geeky crap' she complained about. "Over here, come on."
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"Ya know books give me hives. S'why I don't touch 'em." She huffed slightly. They didn't of course.
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But he'd actually preferred the research to any actual hunting anyway.
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As he went to pay, she flipped through a few magazines with slight interest, of course mentally making jokes about any celebrities she saw and how half these damn models were air brushed and did not really look that hot.
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"Anything else you want to check out?"
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"Nope, not really, I think the girl in me is all shopped out. What about your girl?"
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