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Sam and Dean were stretched out on the mattress, and although Sam would, could, never say this to Dean’s face, he was, incredibely and without doubt, the most odd felt he’s ever felt. His stomach was open just a shed, and Dean’s hands were wandering up towards it, starting all the way from his shoes. Sam shivered, full body, trying not to let his own sweat cull the moment.
“Mum and Dad are gone for the day,” Dean whispers to him. His hands are large against Sam’s stomach, boyish rough. The bandage on his thumb tickles when it touches his bellybutton. Dean coos, kisses his cheek. “Its okay, Sam. Its okay. I won’t hurt you. I’d never do that to you.”
Sam can’t nod. His throat bobs, the sweat already sticking his back to the sheets. Despite the fan whirring excessively behind them, having Dean’s sixteen year old body weight pinning him makes it work next to nothing. Sam could see the sweat building on Dean’s forehead, shirt already stained. Sam clenched his fists loosely as Dean leaned down, peppering kisses against his collarbone. His lips were chapped, warm with sweat, and soon Dean was digging his knee between Sam’s spread legs, rubbing against the small wet patch, increasingly damper.
Soon, and they’re both naked, Dean smudged against Sams hips. He’s clumsy, all these lanking, tumbling limbs, hormonal hot and not enough practice. Sam whines either way. His body has never felt pressure so intense, he can’t help but buck his hips towards Dean’s fingers, fastering their pace. His hands are clenching the sheets so tight it hurts. He’s been flipped onto his stomach, Dean’s hand holding his squirming body still while his other fucks Sam through innocence. Sam cums with a shiver, body locking up with lava hot pleasure, eyes rolling up into his sockets as tears seep from his eyes. Not a moment later, and he can feel the weight of Dean, pressing heavy onto his back. He kisses his shoulder, his cheek, rubbing his sides in comfort.
“You did so good,” he’s whispering. “So, so good, Sam, fuck, that was… that was so good. Thank you. You’re the best little brother a guy could ask for.”
He’s so heavy, it’s a pinned, shameful weight. Sam’s legs are still spread, his pussy still tingling, wet with come. He sleeps like that, his exhaustion crashing over him, body buzDeand, and as he does, he can feel Dean rest too. Thank goodness their parents won’t be back for a while. Thank goodness Sam’s shame can be secret for now.