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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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.
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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.
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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.
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"Getting you naked as quick as possible is top priority."
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"That so? All you have to do is ask nicely Sammy." She teased, wiggling slightly beneath his weight.
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"So, gonna leave me to be naked all alone then?" She asked after she kicked those away.
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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..."
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"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.
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He nipped at her neck. "Bet you missed this couch, huh?"
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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."
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He kissed down her chest and stomach, nipping playfully under her navel. "Tell me what you want."
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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..."
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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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