Fic: Forbidden Fruit - chapter 7/14
Pairing: girl!sam/dean winchester
Warnings: wincest, het, NC-17
Summary: Pre-season. AU where Sam was born a girl. Sam is about 16 and Dean 20. Sam is growing up and having ‘new’ feelings for her brother. He notices but pretends nothing is going on, and then things change dramatically…sorry, I know I suck at summaries! Hope you like my spn fic! Please review! :-)
Disclaimer: don’t own them
Chapter 7:
Several weeks later, Dean finally found out why Sam had insisted so much in getting the job. He came back earlier from work, feeling exhausted, and all he wanted to do was take a shower, grab a bite and go straight to bed.
He cursed mentally when he heard Sam having a shower knowing there would be no hot water left for him, but he didn’t say a word. He just grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and headed towards the couch in the living room. He let his body fall down on it and sipped at his beer. Then, he dropped his head back and let it rest against the wall. He was almost dozing into sleep when his hand brushed against a bag lying on the couch next to him.
He was so tired he hadn’t noticed the bag before. He peeped inside it and saw some dark red fabric. He carefully took it out of the bag and saw it was a dress. He inspected it closely and noticed it was sexy, not slutty, but sexy. He frowned and then felt the fabric with the tips of his fingers and realized it was very soft, kind of satiny. He stared at it and imagined how it would look on Sam, wrapped around her curves, almost caressing her body. He was lost in these thoughts and didn’t realize Sam was done with her shower. His instincts clicked in soon enough, though, and he managed to put the dress back in the bag just a few seconds before Sam stepped out of the bathroom. She was surprised to find him there, but didn’t want him to notice and acted as casually as possible.
“Hey!”
“Hi, Sammy,” he answered noticing the small towel that barely covered her naked body.
“There’s some food in the oven if you’re hungry. I can heat it up for you if you want.”
“No, that’s ok. Wanna take a shower first. Hope there’s some hot water left.”
“Sorry, I…I didn’t know you’d be home early.”
“Yeah…whatever.” He stood up and walked into the bathroom, away from her, and from temptation.
She quickly grabbed the bag and went straight to her room. She wasn’t sure Dean had seen her dress, though she guessed he had. Luckily, he hadn’t said anything. That was good. At least he wasn’t planning on interfering. She calmed down a bit and told herself “ok, he doesn’t care about what I do anymore. That’s cool. I can get ready in my room and, hopefully, by the time Jim gets here to pick me up, Dean will be out. He always hits the bars, anyway, why should tonight be any different, right?”
With that thought in mind, she did her hair and make-up, put on her dress and heels, and waited impatiently for Jim to show up. Finally, after forty five endless minutes, she heard a knock on the door. She’d been in her room all along and assumed that Dean had left, but as she soon as she walked into the living room, she saw him sitting on the couch sipping at his beer watching tv.
She walked past him on her way to the door without looking at him, opened it and found Jim standing there with a huge smile on his face.
“Hi, babe! Wow! You look stunning…you’ll be the most beautiful girl at the dance!” he approached her, wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her. She knew Dean was staring and that he was pissed -although she had no clue as to why- so she nervously broke the kiss and said “Thanks! Let’s get going, ok?”
She closed the door behind her and, a few minutes later, Dean heard a car pulling out of the driveway. He considered heading out to a bar but he was too pissed off and decided to stay. He reheated the spaghetti Sam had left for him and ate it on the couch while he watched tv. He watched movie after movie, sipped at his now warm beer and tried to relax his mind and body -“right, Winchester, you’re just tired and wanna enjoy a quite night at home…no way you’re waiting for her!”
At around 1am, he heard the same car pulling over. He expected Sam to walk through the door any minute, but she took almost twenty minutes to come inside the cabin. Years of training and hunting had served him well and he immediately noticed every single change in her appearance: her hair was down and somewhat messy, her lipstick was completely gone, and she was flushed. Then, he perceived the smell enveloping her: aftershave -his freaking aftershave- and sex!
Sam closed the door behind her with a satisfied smile on her face and flinched when Dean said “Hey, Sammy!” She could see the rage in his eyes and the fake grin on his lips and wondered what he was doing home on a Friday night. She’d expected him to hit the bars or spend the night with some random girl and was truly surprised to find him there.
She was nervous and knew that if he said anything to their father, she’d be in trouble. He’d yell at her and then he’d make them move away to some new town and she so didn’t want that. Things were finally beginning to go well, to be normal, and she didn’t want to lose that.
She considered talking about it with him, beg him -if she had to- to keep his mouth shut, but quickly realized it wasn’t the right time. He was clearly mad and they’d probably end up yelling at each other and making matters worse. Thus, she just nodded back at him and went to her room.
Dean felt anger and his blood boiling through his veins. He knew that if he stayed in the cabin, he’d end up fighting with her so he stormed out of the house and went for a jog. He sprinted up and down the lane leading to the main road till he was out of breath and feeling calmer. He took deep breaths and walked back to the cabin.
He walked inside and didn’t see Sam anywhere. It was quiet and he assumed she’d gone to bed. “Good idea,” he thought “better sleep over it.” He was too sweaty so he thought he’d take a quick shower before calling it a day. So, he kicked his boots off, quickly opened the door of the bathroom and came in.
“Hey! Can’t you knock!” Sam yelled.
He stood in the doorway frozen. She was wearing red lace lingerie, tiny bikini panties hugging her slender hips and a bra that gently cupped her round breasts. She’d already removed her make-up and her hair was down, still kind of messy but really hot. He looked up and down at her hungrily, slowly taking in every single detail: the pink lips, the soft dark waves falling on her shoulders and back, the pearly skin. And he couldn’t help licking his lips at the sight of the soft curves of her body.
She yelled at him again when he didn’t react, till he finally managed to mutter “sorry” and rushed out. He heard the door slam behind him and he leaned against the wall ordering his heart to stop racing, but failing miserably. He ran his hands through his face and hair and thought “man, I’m so screwed!”
He knew it wasn’t safe to stay in the house, to stay around her, so he headed out to a bar. He couldn’t remember feeling so horny in his life and cursed all the way to the town. As soon as he entered the bar, he bought a beer and started scanning the place. He needed to get laid, get all this out of his system…fast.
Then, he spotted a curvy brunette on one corner: very short skirt, tight shirt, nice cleavage, long dark hair…dangerously reminded him of Sam. He knew he should move on, pick up another girl, maybe a blonde, or a redhead, but he needed this, he needed Sam…real bad. So, after a couple of drinks, and shameless displays of his sexiness, they went out to the alley and he pinned her against the wall. He was so hungry he couldn’t get enough of her. He avoided looking at her face, though, all along pretending it was Sam, his Sammy, as he didn’t want the illusion to break.
He stroked her hair and kissed and licked every spot of skin he was granted access to. He felt so hot and lustful he ripped off her panties and slid inside her in a single blow. The girl gasped in surprise and dug her nails in his shoulders as he pumped wild and fast till he was buried to the tilt. He was almost there and when the orgasm washed over him, he cried out her name. Luckily, the girl was so lost in her own climax that she didn’t even notice. A few minutes later, they were both spent, their breaths and heartbeats slowing down. And then, they straightened their clothes and he walked away, still unable to get her out of his mind.
TBC
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