onlytobenormal | 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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"Mm.." She sucked until she felt him tensing, his hand tightening in her hair. Then she pulled back a bit to swallow as he came for her, taking everything he had and licking her lips when he finally finished. She eased her grip off his ass, brushing her hands down the back of his legs as she looked up at him with a little satisfied smile.

"All clean now Sammy."

For a moment, all he can do is pant and lean heavily against the cool tiles of the shower wall, watching her look up at him like that. "Heh..."

He reached down to touch her face again, gently. "Hey, come here..."

Chuckling, and at his coaxing, she pushed back up onto her feet, stepping forward to wrap her arms around him. "You okay?" She asked, peering into his face

He leaned in closer, pressing his lips to hers deeply, his arms coming around her tight to keep her pressed close. He laughed at the question. "What do you think?" He nuzzled at her. "M'great, Dana..."

The kiss had her moaning against him, body molding against his as it took her breath away. When he pulled back to nuzzle at her, she was panting again, smiling at the answer. "Mmm...well now that you're great and all, c'mon, we gotta go get breakfast remember?"

Loved the way her body felt pressed fully against his. He gave a soft hum at her reminder--yeah, he remembered. Didn't mean he wanted to pull away from her, but he reluctantly did. Or they'd probably end up messing around again and never get on breakfast.

"Yeah, I remember... let's get ready." He reached over to turn the water off and step out to grab a couple towels for them both.

Dana was never very good with self-control, it was a wonder she hadn't pounced him again with the way he was pressing against her like that. She really did love his body.

Sighing, she stepped out of the shower after him, taking the offered towel to dry off as she followed him into his bedroom. California. The reason she liked this state was it's usual weather forecast of sunny days. She didn't have to wear layers like she did when she went through other states. So with that in mind, she wiggled on a pair of panties before pulling on a jean skirt over it, yanking a white tank top down over her head after. She could do the California girl look, totally.

He slipped into a pair of boxers, then his jeans and a shirt. Once he'd finished dressing, he went to ruffle Dana's hair because--well, he knew it bothered her and he was still her little brother. He had full bugging duties when he could get away with it... and just walk off into the living room to try and avoid the complaints.

"You ready to head out?"

Yeah, he could try to run, but it wouldn't work. Pulling a face, she smoothed her hand back through her still damp hair, following after him. "Jerk..." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, 'm ready. Starving here." It was a wonder she wasn't dead with the way she always said she was starving.

"Don't call me a jerk," he protested lightly, but he couldn't help a soft snort at that last comment. he was about to protest there was no way for a single human to be starving 24/7, but he decided to let that one go as he grabbed up his house keys and headed to the door.

"We should get a spare key made, I guess..."

"Well then don't act like one." She slapped his ass as she passed by him for the door, glancing at the keys in his hand. Hm. Her own key for a...place. They only key she ever constantly had was for the Impala. That would be...new. Interesting.

"Hm, yeah, probably."

"I'm not!" Okay, the ass slap is something kind of new and gets a somewhat surprised look out of him for a minute. "Dude. Watch the hands..."

He smirks a little to himself, leading the way out the hall and to the elevator.

The look he gives her is a bit hilarious actually, mostly the reason why she did it, chuckling as they head down in the elevator. "My hands are fine." She waves one at him before crossing her arms.

"Anyways, I think..." She purses her lips. "I may need to find a job. If I'll be staying here or whatever." This is said in a flat tone, because, hell, Dana doesn't do jobs that aren't...well killing things.

"As long as they're not on my ass, you mean." He smiled a little bit though he does pause at those next words thoughtfully.

"We'll find you something. Any idea in particular? I could ask around for you or something..."

She let's out a little annoyed sound, stepping out of the elevator once it's stopped, heading outside. "Hell if I know. What do you think I can do?" She cast him a look as they reached the Impala, lips twitching. "Think I'd be a good stripper?"

"What?" he couldn't help the way his voice went up a pitch, giving her a look. "Dana... you are not stripping, jeez. We'll find you a job, don't worry. I'll think about it..."

Laughing once more, she unlocked the car and slipped into the driver's side. "I was kidding Sammy. Calm down." She paused as he slid into the passenger seat, casting him a sideways glance. "...how'd you feel about being my pimp?"

He settled in the passenger side, pulling a face. "I'd be a bad one, Dana, because I wouldn't let anyone touch you. You'd never make any money."

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