Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-12-27 10:42 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Entry tags:
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.
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.
no subject
As he tugged her closer, she pressed her body against his, soft curves molding against his hard body. Fuck, she loved the feel of him...wanted to be closer. Her hands slid around, pushing up the back of his shirt and nails grazing upwards as she parted her lips, tongue flickering out to trace at his lower lip. "So..." She started, voice low. "Gonna tell me now about the things you thought about when I was away?"
no subject
He smiled against her lips shifting to press his lips to her ear to speak low and husky against her. She wanted dirty talk? Fine. If she teased him over how bad it was, he could always remind her she was the one who asked for it. "Thought about fucking you up against the shower wall all the time, how you clung to me and called out to me. God, couldn't even hardly go wash up without remembering." His fingers flexed tighter over her, pulled her in even closer.
"Sometimes I'd lay in bed thinking about you spread out under me, writhing and panting while my face is between your legs, licking and tasting you--and you taste so good, Dana. Think I could eat you out every day and never get tired of it. Want the truth? I thought about you all the time and I couldn't stop even if I tried. Every time I got off, it was to you."
no subject
"You touch yourself thinking about me Sammy?" She managed to murmur, her own voice a bit husky now, breathing a bit off. God, the thought of that was nearly driving her mad, the image of it flashing through her brain and making her restrain a moan.
no subject
Getting a little bolder, he let a hand slip between her thighs, rubbing her through the thin fabric of her panties. "Did you, Dana? Did you ever touch yourself thinking about how I felt buried inside of you?"
no subject
Eyes still closed, she pressed her forehead down to his shoulder, biting hard at her lower lip. Then, releasing it, she nodded against him, tongue darting out to flicker over the indent she left in her lip. "Thought about you...slamming into me, bending me over the arm of that couch...fucking me 'till my voice was hoarse and I couldn't even speak... Thought about you so much Sam, God, I wanted you every night I was away..." She breathed out, remembering those lonely nights after she had managed a call to him or something just reminded her of him in general, how the cold showers never worked. "Would close my eyes...touch myself, imagine it was you..."
no subject
He suddenly couldn't wait to be inside her again, urged on by her words, the desperate need to just feel her.
no subject
As he nudged her back, she turned around, obliging him and crawling up on the bed, glancing back at him over her shoulder with an arched brow as she settled on her hands and knees. "Like this?"
no subject
"Exactly like this." He took his cock in hand rubbing himself against her pussy, against her clit for a few moments until he figured they'd both had enough teasing and positioned himself against her entrance. He pushed in then, rough like it sounded like she'dbeen fantasizing about, deep. He gave them both a moment to adjust before he was reaching forward for one of her hands, guiding it back between her legs. "Touch yourself for me. Show me," he murmured.
Kind of liked it when she was at his mercy, so much more than he should. He loved when she followed him, listened to him.
My friend has just discovered Jared. I quote "why. is this man. not. in. my. vagina?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
She bit her lip, his hand on her own easing her tight grip on the covers to move it between her legs, slip into the front of her panties. He wanted her to touch herself. God, she would do anything for him right now if he asked. Slipping a finger into her wet folds, she circled at her clit, shaking slightly beneath him as she moaned again.
LOL Isn't that everyone's reaction to Jared?
This is true :3
no subject
I've decided that this show is now just straight up porn for me.*has been watching Spn all day*
"Sam-- fuck, gonna..." God, she was already so close.
LOL I was just about to stick in some SPN too. Slooowly working my way through rewatching all of it!