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been too long (for siswinchester)

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.

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He might not mind the whole being jumped in his living room thing, honestly. It was a lot less daunting than talking about what they had here. When they got to the building, he slipped out of the car quietly and led the way inside and up to his place, waiting until they were tucked inside to give Dana a quick look finally.

"You can put your things in my room, if you want."

"Uh, right." She nodded, disappearing back into his room for a moment to drop the bag. She made it a point not to look at his bed.

When she returned to his living room, she sighed, plopping down on his couch. "So. What-- ah, what do you...want to talk about exactly?"

He shrugged when she returned, looking off to the side. "I... Jesus, Dana, I don't know." He didn't know how to start off the talk any more than he did the last time she was here.

"You've never really-- said how you felt about it, you know? I don't know if you want to do it again or if you regret it... And if you don't regret it, I don't know what that'll mean." He forced himself to look back at her. "I mean, I still think about what we did all the time and I know it's wrong and sick, but I still enjoyed it, still--"

Well, he was still fighting the urge even now, but he couldn't bring himself to say that yet. "I just want to know if we're cool or whatever."

Dana was quiet after that, biting at the inside of her cheek as she took in everything he said. After a moment, she sighed, leaning forward, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

"I just--" She paused. "I don't regret it, is the thing. And God, all I could think about when I was away was..." She looked away from him, feeling ridiculous. He said it was wrong and sick, but she just couldn't bring herself to feel that way. She couldn't tell him that all she thought about was sleeping with him. How her body had craved it. But it wasn't just about the sex was the thing that worried her the most.

Shrugging, she glanced back at him. "Yeah, 'course we're cool Sammy."

'I don't regret it' seemed to help release some of that tension and worry. He didn't either... God, how could he? It had felt good, it had felt perfectly normal. And it was stupid... one of the stupidest decisions of his life, he knew it, but he was stepping forward to take her by the shoulders lightly, press a kiss tentatively to her lips.

This couldn't go anywhere and honestly, it was setting them both up for something horrible, honestly, but... right now, it felt too tempting to ignore. "Been thinking the same things, Dana."

This was what she had been waiting for, needing since the moment she left. As soon as his lips touched hers, the whole try to act like what happened didn't matter routine was ruined. She sighed, tilting her face back to kiss him better, reach up a hand to cup his jaw.

Running her thumb against his skin, she closed her eyes, pulling back slightly to talk against his mouth. "Really?"

"Yeah..." He smiled, tipping into her hand. "Sorry... wasn't-- planning on doing that. Didn't know if you'd actually let me."

But now that she was, now that she was actually letting him touch and seeming content with it, he couldn't quite stop. He leaned in again, kissing her a little deeper, letting his hands drop to her waist to draw her in.

"Heh, if you hadn't...I probably would have." She admitted, pressing close as his hands slid down to pull her in by her hips.

This was all very self destructive of them, addicting even. She craved him like nothing else. Crushing her mouth back to his once more, she slipped her hand into his hair, missing the feel of it slipping through her fingers.

He returned the kiss eagerly, letting out a soft noise when she grabbed at his hair. His hand went from her hip up her back, just holding her close, kissing her deeply. God, this was all he'd wanted, needed.

"Missed you..." she sighed, nipping at his lower lip, leaning into his chest. "Fuck, missed this."

"God, me too, Dana," he murmured, nudging her back towards the couch. "Kept thinking about all the stuff we did and all the stuff I'd love to do."

And he was relieved that she wasn't going to freak out. Maybe he shouldn't be, but it seemed more important to just focus on getting her down onto the couch and close as possible.

Dana moved back, pulling him down on top of her when they reached the couch. "And what would you love to do, hm?" She asked, kissing at his neck, nuzzling against his skin.

She was just about as relieved Sam wasn't going to have a freak out, because she was pretty damn sure he was going to.

Maybe later, but right now, he was just desperate to couch. "Right now?" He flashed a playful look, pulling away to meet her eyes.

"Getting you naked as quick as possible is top priority."

Dana approved of the look he gave her, smirking and returning it with one of her own as she looked back up at him.

"That so? All you have to do is ask nicely Sammy." She teased, wiggling slightly beneath his weight.

"Then..." He pulled away, sitting back on his heels and dragging his palms down over the other's hips, unable to quit touching entirely. "Would you please undress for me, Dana?"

Chuckling, she sat up a bit more, giving him a smile as she reached down to peel her shirt up and over her head. Tossing that away, she reached down to start wiggling her pants off.

"So, gonna leave me to be naked all alone then?" She asked after she kicked those away.

He snorted at that. "Gimme a minute." He reached up to tug off his shirt, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder then reached down to start working his jeans off along with his underwear.

As soon as he was naked, he leaned back over Dana, guiding one of her legs up over his hips, groaning at the contact between their bodies. "God, missed this..."

"Mm..." She eyed him as he stripped as well, unhooking her bra and slipping that off to add to the pile of clothing. God damn, he looked better than she remembered. She couldn't help but reach out, run her hands down his chest as he leaned back over her, making a low sound as she hooked her leg around his hip and pressed close.

"Fuckin' missed this too." More than she really should, but she couldn't lie, especially with him on top of her like this right now.

He bent down to kiss her deeply, his hands smoothing up her hips and stomach, one moving up to cup her breast as he ground himself against her slowly. "Yeah... been thinking about this, Dana?"

He nipped at her neck. "Bet you missed this couch, huh?"

Dana moaned into his mouth, body arching up at the slow grinding. "Sad...if I said, every night?" She breathed out, hands running down his back as she clutched him close, loving the feel of them being skin to skin.

Tipping her head back at the nip, her fingers flexed, nails digging in for a moment. "Heh, yeah...though worse for you I bet, you see it every day."

"More flattering, I think." He pressed against those hands moving down over his back, groaning softly. "Haven't been able to get you out of my head, no matter how much I tried and man, I tried."

He kissed down her chest and stomach, nipping playfully under her navel. "Tell me what you want."

She didn't know why it pleased her so much to have him say that, but then again, she didn't understand a lot of things lately. "Tried too...didn't work." She mumbled, distracted as his mouth worked down her body, making her skin spark and heat up where ever he touched.

Writhing under his attention, her hand slipped back up into his hair once more, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she looked down at him. An odd sense of deja vu flashing through her as she gazed down at him. 'Cept the difference this time was that they were completely aware of their actions.

"God, just want you Sam, any way, every way, please. Wanna feel you inside me again..."

The way she asked for him, begged, got him moving back up her body without any hesitation to sink between her legs. He caught her mouth in a rough kiss as he pushed in deep an hard. Been so eager to just be inside her again too, to feel her holding onto him and begging for more.

She gasped as he sunk into her suddenly, arching sharply against him. "Sam..." She kissed him back hungrily, nipping at his lip before snaking her tongue into his mouth to curl with his own.

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..."

He moaned against her mouth, just taking a moment to relish in how she felt against him. Like a perfect fit in every sense of the word. He panted when she ground up against him before he started up a steady pace, rolling his hips against hers. "Dana... fuck, it's been too long..."

Way too long. How did they go two months without this? Without even talking about it.

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