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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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"Even so, I know you just like to complain about things in general."

Ooh, skirts... Distracted, she led him into a store, rummaging through some things. "Hey Sam, how short is too short?" She asked, not glancing at him as she flipped through some obscenely short pleated skirts.

That earned her a playful push. "Shut up, Dana."

Sam looked around the store he was led into, not quite glancing at the skirts right off. When he did, he arched a brow. "When they look like they would come above your ass, Dana."

Always so touchy Sammy. It was so true though.

"So you're saying I should buy one then. It would go with that whole school girl look I've been dying to try." She laughed a bit, holding the skirt up to examine. Finally looking back over at him, she grinned slightly. "What do you think?"

He let his eyes roam over her, appraising, before rolling his eyes. "You're not wearing it out, Dana... you better not be planning it." Because that thing? Yeah, so not appropriate to slip out in every day and guys looked at her enough as it was when she was in jeans and shirts.

She lifted a brow at him, lips quirking. "Possessive are we? I think I kinda like it... " And she was holding onto the skirt as she moved on further into the store, finding clothes that weren't quite so revealing, mostly shirts and tank tops, a few pairs of jeans.

"It's not possessive!" Maybe a little. "But you asked how short was too short, dude..." But at least she did grab some normal clothes...

"What else do you want to look at?"

Sure it wasn't. Since when did he dictate what she could and couldn't wear anyways? She was a grown damn woman, could do what she wanted.

"I was serious about the bras, I need some new ones." She answered, taking the small pile of clothes she had to the changing room.

"You're not dragging me into some place like Victoria's Secret, are you?" Of course now that he complained, she likely would. He settled into a seat outside the changing room as he waited for her to finish.

"Of course I am Sam. Where else would I drag you?" She laughed lightly, examining everything she pulled on in the full length mirror. Hey, he knew her well. He shouldn't have said anything about it.

She made sure though to try on the skirt last, ask Sam for his opinion. Because ya know, his opinion mattered the most.

Pushing the door open, she arched a brow at him, turning this way and that. "Whatcha think? (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/5/0/4/0/9/webimg/413831108_o.jpg)"

"Nowhere else 'cause you love dragging me awkward places." He smiled a little to himself... at least until she finally stepped out in that skirt. Then his eyes widened a little as he wrestled with some decidedly not brotherly reactions. It wasn't going to look good if he was looking at his sister like he kind of wanted to shove her back into that dressing room and fuck her.

Though he kind of did. And she was probably thrilled.

"I..." He huffed, trying to hide any embarrassment as he looked off to the side. "It's-- nice. You already know that, dude."

"It's only as awkward as you make it Sammy." She rolled her eyes a bit, lips twitching into a sly smile as she watched the reaction and emotion flitter across his face as she modeled the skirt for him. Huh, she wondered how he would react when she started modeling bras for him.

And yeah, she could see what you were thinking there Sam, and she would be more than happy to oblige him.

"Nice? Come on Mister college man, I'm sure you can come up with better words that that." She teased, eyes sparking with amusement.

"Until you start pulling out the skimpy lingerie... then it just becomes real awkward, Dana." Honestly, considering the thoughts going through his head recently and the fact he hadn't seen her for two months or hell, been with more than his own hand during that time, it probably wasn't the best idea to agree to watch her model skimpy clothes and lingerie.

But he'd do it. And he'd show he had an ounce of self-control too.

Giving her a bland look, he shrugged. "What compliment are you looking for, Dana? I mean, if you bent over, I could probablly see your ass in it." Which meant... not appropriate for wearing out.

Dana clucked her tongue, shaking her head slightly. "Oh, don't worry about that. I'll just try the skimpy lingerie on by myself and won't show you 'till we're back home, so it'll be more of a surprise."

Yes yes, show as much self-control as he wants. It still would amuse her to try and fluster him a bit.

"I wasn't looking for a compliment, jeez, so negative over there." She turned back around to close the changing door back behind her, sliding her clothes back on before joining Sam once more. "And stop looking so sour. I'm getting the skirt for you. Because I know how you just want me to bend over for you in it."

He rolled his eyes at that. "I'm not sour, dude. Just- anything I'd have to say wouldn't be appropriate right now."

But Dana had basically said it for him anyway. "Alright, so... let's go pay then we'll check out another store or something."

"Alright alright." Dana wondered if it had been a good idea in general for the both of them to go shopping together. Probably not but then again, she was queen of bad ideas. Or at least what she had thought would be a great idea.

Paying for everything, Dana gave Sam a toothy grin as they left the store, swinging a bag in her hand. "Wanna carry my bags for me Sammy?" She dangled that one up for him, the others still clutched in her other hand. "Isn't that what the guy is supposed to do for the girl or some crap?"

Sam cracked a smile at that, shaking his head. "Dude." He nudged her playfully, flashing her a teasing look as they walked. "I thought you were gonna slap me for offering to pay the bill at breakfast. I'm not sure I'd wanted to put you out by insinuating you might not be able to carry your own bags or something."

Dana snorted at that, dropping her arm back by her side. "Hey, I was only trying to help you out with this whole boyfriend persona you've been putting on today."

Sam honestly thought he was beyond the point where Dana could actually get him to full on flush, but he had been wrong apparently. He nudged her again. "Like you haven't been acting like a girlfriend. Or do I have to remind you of the hand holding," he mumbled.

Aw, hey, look at those red cheeks. Now aren't they just damn cute?

Rolling her eyes, Dana made a bit of a face. "Oh, I-- shut up." Hey, that was all she did, alright? Sam had been doing much more.

"Jerk." He huffed, though it was more good-natured than earlier. He totally wasn't acting like a boyfriend.

"Yeah yeah, love you too." She smirked a bit, looking away from him to examine stores they passed by.

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.

He sighed softly, hands slipping into his pockets as he looked around, examining the stores though nothing in particular caught his eye. Well, maybe the bookstore he might drag Dana into after she's nice and satisfied with all her shopping and inclined to be a little more agreeable.

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.

Dana was satisfied with a few more random purchases before her excitement for the whole shopping thing was starting to dwindle down into a bit of boredom. She did happen to have quite a few bags now though. Pausing when she spotted Sam's dreaded Victoria's Secret, she gave him a look.

"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.

He snapped to attention when she spoke again, offering a thin smile. "Nah, it's okay. I don't really mind." He actually wasn't all that bothered by the shopping anyway, even if he was pretty sure going in Victoria's Secret was going to be kinda awkward. There never were many guys in there anyway, unless they were dragged in with their girlfriends--

or sisters. Or a combination thereof, in their case.

She shrugged, leading them into the overly pink store. Really, what a horrid color. "Alright, if you say so." Hey, she had offered him an out. Perhaps he just wanted to make sure she didn't actually have other guys inspecting her bras for her. The thought made her lips twitch as she began to flip through an assortment of different colored and patterned bras.

"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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