License to Ride: WIncest
Sam waited, body pressed against the hood of the Impala. In one hand he gripped the car keys, in the other his newly issued driver's license. For the first time he would drive to their destination, watching Dean fidget with nerves in the passenger's seat.
Dean turned the corner, the sight of Sam hitting him like a ton of bricks. The tee shirt Sam wore was less then a month old, and already was tight on his ever growing body. Dean gazed at the strip of golden brown skin underlined by the denim waist band. The button on his jeans was popped open, giving up on confining the straining package that pressed at the stiff fabric.
"Sam's sixteen now Dean. He's a growing boy." John had announced at dinner two nights ago when Sam had finished his third double cheeseburger to Dean's surprise.
Dean had nodded, as if he hadn't noticed the way his baby brother suddenly towered over him. Or how the timber of Sam's voice sent rumbles through his older brother's stomach. He'd been trying to ignore the size of the hands that gripped the hilt of the knife Dad had given him when he was twelve.
"Hey Dean. Did Dad call?" Sam's voice woke Dean from his trance.
"Yeah Sammy. Don't get too excited. We're only going a couple hundred miles." Dean felt the thickness of his throat envelope the words. "We're gonna meet Dad at a sleazy little motel."
Sam grabbed at the driver's side door handle, excitement bubbling out of every pore. "Once I'd like to stay at a Ramada or something."
Dean rolled his neck, sneaking a peak at Sam's long fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. "We gonna blow this joint today Sammy?"
Sam smiled, huge dimples taking over his cheeks. "Which way, navigation?"
"Don't do that." Dean shook his head.
"Are we staying? I seen the bags in the trunk?" Sam pulled out of the salvage yard.
"Yeah, Dad won't be there till morning. You're stuck with me tonight." Dean leaned back, trying to flex the muscles in his chest and shoulders.
Sam turned his head, sun glinting in his hazel eyes. "Starting to pudge a little there old man." Sam slapped a flat palm across Dean's stomach.
Dean flew upward, feeling the lightning from his brother's touch rocket through his groin. His heart fell at the boyish banter. "Watch the road, kid. This is my baby you're driving." Dean curled up in the passenger's seat, trying to hide his inadequate body.
Sam snickered, turning onto a long stretch of highway. Dean lunged for the radio and cranked up the music. They arrived at the hotel after a few hours of Sam slamming on the brakes at stop signs. The place was small and out of the way. Almost all the lights in the sign were burnt out. The sun had finally fallen behind the horizon. Dean turned to his brother, struck for a moment in the moonlight illuminating Sam's golden tinged hair. "Dean! Is this the place?" Sam snapped in his older brother's face.
"Yeah, let's get inside." Dean flipped through his wallet. "Mr. Richard Banna would love to pay for our stay."
Sam unloaded the trunk while Dean got the key. They met at the room door. Inside Sam noticed the big bed in the middle of the room. "Um, Dean? Did you forget something?"
"Nah Sammy. I had an idea." Dean smiled.
Sam huffed out a laugh. "Okay, do I wanna hear this?"
Suddenly Dean was on him, pushing the tall young man up against an empty stretch of wall. "Thought I'd show you." He growled.
"Dean! Stop! What is this?" Sam shoved his brother toward the bed. "What are you doing?"
Dean gulped in his air, trying to push the black that seeped across his eyes. "I, I can't stand it Sam. The way you sashay around. It's killing me."
"Are you possessed?" Sam squinted, rubbing his head. "I mean, seriously, are you?"
"Never mind." Dean shoved his boot off his tired foot. "I'll sleep in the chair. Not a big deal."
Sam studied the room, peering back at his brother. "You've been weirder than usually lately. I'm gonna go shower."
Dean fell back on the bed, ears assaulted by the sound of water beating against his brother's naked skin. Every time he tried to close his eyes, the thought of Sam, rippling muscles relaxing under the hot stream of water, hands lathering soap over the large expanse of skin. Dean's hand quickly undid his belt, feeling his dick harden as he imagined Sam washing his own large cock. He listened again, making sure the water was still running before pulling out his dick and rubbing some relief into the tingling shaft. He sprung the belt out of it's loops, lifting his hips to rip it out from under him. The belt was discarded on the side of the bed, Dean back to touching himself to the thought of his sudsy brother. He closed his hazy green eyes and imagined finally pushing the taller boy down, straddling him into submission until they both were sweaty from the struggle. He thought about his tongue sliding down the naked chest of his little brother and tasting the salty sheen that had built up from his fight.
Dean stroked harder and harder, feeling the urge to come building up inside him. "Um, Dean?"
Sam's voice was far away. Dean opened his eyes, his fantasy becoming increasingly real as his brother leaned over the bed, hair dripping, naked flesh glistening. Dean grabbed him, ignoring the protests coming from the boys mouth. "Dean? Dean? What the?"
He was on his back, the hard shaft of his older brother bobbing between them inches above his stomach. He wriggled, trying to break the hold his brother had on him. The tight movements only seemed to spur his brother to push him harder into the bed. They fought, Sam unsure of what his brother actually wanted from him. Dean pulled at the small white towel around Sam's waste and tossed it on the floor. His head snapped back, suddenly remembering something when he heard the cotton hit the floor. Dean scrambled down to the ground, leaving Sam swimming in his head about what was going on. "Dean?"
Then he was back, a triumphant smile beaming across his face as he snapped his leather belt tightly in front of Sam's face. "Sammy, I want. . . no no. . . .I need to get this out of my system."
Sam shivered, never seeing his brother quite so demanding as he strung the belt around the headboard and then around his neck. He pulled tight, making sure Sam was held still. Sam gasped, just barely able to get enough air through his lungs. "Dean?" He struggled to speak, but Dean wasn't listening. His brother sat on his knees, face descending toward the long thick line of Sam's cock. Sam watched it quiver, surprise fluttering in his chest at the amount of excitement he felt as his brother's mouth sucked him deep inside and licked feverishly at the suddenly rock hard tip. Noises that Sam had never heard, escaped from deep inside Dean's throat. Sam writhed against him, confused on rather he was trying to get closer or farther away from his brother's mouth. His hips sputtered, pushing the tip of his dick along the back sponge of Dean's throat. He'd touched himself before. He'd made the strings of white cum shoot across his stomach on many occasions. But this was new. Never had anything been as sexy as his brother, bobbing up and down, spit drooling from his mouth along the line of his hard shaft that almost choked Dean's big mouth with it's girth.
The pop was defining. The cold rush of air hitting his suddenly exposed cock made him jump and catch his neck tighter in the belt. He fell back, unable to do anything but push at Dean's shoulder. Trying to force him back onto his burning dick. "Dean!" It was funny how that one word had meant so many things in the expanse of such little time. He heard the need that coated it now, thick and rumbling.
"Oh Sammy." Dean rubbed his hands together, cracking his knuckles as he studied his brother's wriggling form. "Why'd you have to go and grow up? I see that naked ass every time I close my eyes. I just want to be the strong big brother you look up to. Not the insane man who dreams about having my ass fucked open by you."
Sam swallowed, feeling the leather cut into his throat. He watched Dean, pants peeled slowly off his skin. "I wish I were hot like you Sam. But I know stuff. How to make you feel good. How to make me feel good." He smirked.
"So hot!" Sam choked out, drinking in Dean, suddenly stripped naked before him. Dean licked his finger, a surprise to his young brother strung up on the headboard. Dean climbed up on the bed, curling into an all fours position with his ass toward Sam. Sam stared at the puckering hole that stood only inches from his face. "So hot." He repeated.
Dean's fingers glided into the hole in Sam's face. Sam moaned, unsure why the sight of his brother's ass squeezing around his own finger's made him want to stroke himself blind. Dean stretched himself open, letting Sam see the opening before he sat back, lining the hole up with Sam's rock hard cock. He impaled himself on the thick length and cried a little as he rocked. Sam tried to scream through the restraint across his throat, shocked by the tightness that hugged his dick. "More, more." Strained whimpers left his mouth as he watched the sheen of his brother's back bouncing before him. He was on the edge now. His dick pumped in a vice grip that flooded every inch of his being with pleasure. Then the dam broke, he jolted up as his body went ridged the belt cutting off his air. The orgasm shot through him, his head went light. He felt his eyes cross and the room spin out of focus. Some where far off he could here his brother, screaming. A spurt of warm wet splashed his legs, then he was drifting away, body laying back into the bed.
When he woke, Dean was dressed, the leather belt, back around his waste where it belonged. He jumped up, staring at the towel draped across his body. "Dean?"
"Sammy. Decided to rise and shine." A dark glint danced in the green of Dean's eyes. "Super." He muttered with a huff of relief.
"Dean we. . . ." Sam began.
"Sshhh. Hush Sammy. Nothing to talk about. Everything's fine."
Sam sputtered. "Dean!" The accusation all in the tone. "I just fucked you. I lost my virginity to my brother. There's a shit load to talk about."
Dean stared at the toes of his boots. "Dad just called. He'll be here soon. I'm sorry Sammy. You're out of time."
Sam scowled, trying not to watch Dean's ass swish across the room. "We will talk about this." The little brother stretched his towel over his bare form. "And hopefully do it again." He whispered.
Dean turned the corner, the sight of Sam hitting him like a ton of bricks. The tee shirt Sam wore was less then a month old, and already was tight on his ever growing body. Dean gazed at the strip of golden brown skin underlined by the denim waist band. The button on his jeans was popped open, giving up on confining the straining package that pressed at the stiff fabric.
"Sam's sixteen now Dean. He's a growing boy." John had announced at dinner two nights ago when Sam had finished his third double cheeseburger to Dean's surprise.
Dean had nodded, as if he hadn't noticed the way his baby brother suddenly towered over him. Or how the timber of Sam's voice sent rumbles through his older brother's stomach. He'd been trying to ignore the size of the hands that gripped the hilt of the knife Dad had given him when he was twelve.
"Hey Dean. Did Dad call?" Sam's voice woke Dean from his trance.
"Yeah Sammy. Don't get too excited. We're only going a couple hundred miles." Dean felt the thickness of his throat envelope the words. "We're gonna meet Dad at a sleazy little motel."
Sam grabbed at the driver's side door handle, excitement bubbling out of every pore. "Once I'd like to stay at a Ramada or something."
Dean rolled his neck, sneaking a peak at Sam's long fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. "We gonna blow this joint today Sammy?"
Sam smiled, huge dimples taking over his cheeks. "Which way, navigation?"
"Don't do that." Dean shook his head.
"Are we staying? I seen the bags in the trunk?" Sam pulled out of the salvage yard.
"Yeah, Dad won't be there till morning. You're stuck with me tonight." Dean leaned back, trying to flex the muscles in his chest and shoulders.
Sam turned his head, sun glinting in his hazel eyes. "Starting to pudge a little there old man." Sam slapped a flat palm across Dean's stomach.
Dean flew upward, feeling the lightning from his brother's touch rocket through his groin. His heart fell at the boyish banter. "Watch the road, kid. This is my baby you're driving." Dean curled up in the passenger's seat, trying to hide his inadequate body.
Sam snickered, turning onto a long stretch of highway. Dean lunged for the radio and cranked up the music. They arrived at the hotel after a few hours of Sam slamming on the brakes at stop signs. The place was small and out of the way. Almost all the lights in the sign were burnt out. The sun had finally fallen behind the horizon. Dean turned to his brother, struck for a moment in the moonlight illuminating Sam's golden tinged hair. "Dean! Is this the place?" Sam snapped in his older brother's face.
"Yeah, let's get inside." Dean flipped through his wallet. "Mr. Richard Banna would love to pay for our stay."
Sam unloaded the trunk while Dean got the key. They met at the room door. Inside Sam noticed the big bed in the middle of the room. "Um, Dean? Did you forget something?"
"Nah Sammy. I had an idea." Dean smiled.
Sam huffed out a laugh. "Okay, do I wanna hear this?"
Suddenly Dean was on him, pushing the tall young man up against an empty stretch of wall. "Thought I'd show you." He growled.
"Dean! Stop! What is this?" Sam shoved his brother toward the bed. "What are you doing?"
Dean gulped in his air, trying to push the black that seeped across his eyes. "I, I can't stand it Sam. The way you sashay around. It's killing me."
"Are you possessed?" Sam squinted, rubbing his head. "I mean, seriously, are you?"
"Never mind." Dean shoved his boot off his tired foot. "I'll sleep in the chair. Not a big deal."
Sam studied the room, peering back at his brother. "You've been weirder than usually lately. I'm gonna go shower."
Dean fell back on the bed, ears assaulted by the sound of water beating against his brother's naked skin. Every time he tried to close his eyes, the thought of Sam, rippling muscles relaxing under the hot stream of water, hands lathering soap over the large expanse of skin. Dean's hand quickly undid his belt, feeling his dick harden as he imagined Sam washing his own large cock. He listened again, making sure the water was still running before pulling out his dick and rubbing some relief into the tingling shaft. He sprung the belt out of it's loops, lifting his hips to rip it out from under him. The belt was discarded on the side of the bed, Dean back to touching himself to the thought of his sudsy brother. He closed his hazy green eyes and imagined finally pushing the taller boy down, straddling him into submission until they both were sweaty from the struggle. He thought about his tongue sliding down the naked chest of his little brother and tasting the salty sheen that had built up from his fight.
Dean stroked harder and harder, feeling the urge to come building up inside him. "Um, Dean?"
Sam's voice was far away. Dean opened his eyes, his fantasy becoming increasingly real as his brother leaned over the bed, hair dripping, naked flesh glistening. Dean grabbed him, ignoring the protests coming from the boys mouth. "Dean? Dean? What the?"
He was on his back, the hard shaft of his older brother bobbing between them inches above his stomach. He wriggled, trying to break the hold his brother had on him. The tight movements only seemed to spur his brother to push him harder into the bed. They fought, Sam unsure of what his brother actually wanted from him. Dean pulled at the small white towel around Sam's waste and tossed it on the floor. His head snapped back, suddenly remembering something when he heard the cotton hit the floor. Dean scrambled down to the ground, leaving Sam swimming in his head about what was going on. "Dean?"
Then he was back, a triumphant smile beaming across his face as he snapped his leather belt tightly in front of Sam's face. "Sammy, I want. . . no no. . . .I need to get this out of my system."
Sam shivered, never seeing his brother quite so demanding as he strung the belt around the headboard and then around his neck. He pulled tight, making sure Sam was held still. Sam gasped, just barely able to get enough air through his lungs. "Dean?" He struggled to speak, but Dean wasn't listening. His brother sat on his knees, face descending toward the long thick line of Sam's cock. Sam watched it quiver, surprise fluttering in his chest at the amount of excitement he felt as his brother's mouth sucked him deep inside and licked feverishly at the suddenly rock hard tip. Noises that Sam had never heard, escaped from deep inside Dean's throat. Sam writhed against him, confused on rather he was trying to get closer or farther away from his brother's mouth. His hips sputtered, pushing the tip of his dick along the back sponge of Dean's throat. He'd touched himself before. He'd made the strings of white cum shoot across his stomach on many occasions. But this was new. Never had anything been as sexy as his brother, bobbing up and down, spit drooling from his mouth along the line of his hard shaft that almost choked Dean's big mouth with it's girth.
The pop was defining. The cold rush of air hitting his suddenly exposed cock made him jump and catch his neck tighter in the belt. He fell back, unable to do anything but push at Dean's shoulder. Trying to force him back onto his burning dick. "Dean!" It was funny how that one word had meant so many things in the expanse of such little time. He heard the need that coated it now, thick and rumbling.
"Oh Sammy." Dean rubbed his hands together, cracking his knuckles as he studied his brother's wriggling form. "Why'd you have to go and grow up? I see that naked ass every time I close my eyes. I just want to be the strong big brother you look up to. Not the insane man who dreams about having my ass fucked open by you."
Sam swallowed, feeling the leather cut into his throat. He watched Dean, pants peeled slowly off his skin. "I wish I were hot like you Sam. But I know stuff. How to make you feel good. How to make me feel good." He smirked.
"So hot!" Sam choked out, drinking in Dean, suddenly stripped naked before him. Dean licked his finger, a surprise to his young brother strung up on the headboard. Dean climbed up on the bed, curling into an all fours position with his ass toward Sam. Sam stared at the puckering hole that stood only inches from his face. "So hot." He repeated.
Dean's fingers glided into the hole in Sam's face. Sam moaned, unsure why the sight of his brother's ass squeezing around his own finger's made him want to stroke himself blind. Dean stretched himself open, letting Sam see the opening before he sat back, lining the hole up with Sam's rock hard cock. He impaled himself on the thick length and cried a little as he rocked. Sam tried to scream through the restraint across his throat, shocked by the tightness that hugged his dick. "More, more." Strained whimpers left his mouth as he watched the sheen of his brother's back bouncing before him. He was on the edge now. His dick pumped in a vice grip that flooded every inch of his being with pleasure. Then the dam broke, he jolted up as his body went ridged the belt cutting off his air. The orgasm shot through him, his head went light. He felt his eyes cross and the room spin out of focus. Some where far off he could here his brother, screaming. A spurt of warm wet splashed his legs, then he was drifting away, body laying back into the bed.
When he woke, Dean was dressed, the leather belt, back around his waste where it belonged. He jumped up, staring at the towel draped across his body. "Dean?"
"Sammy. Decided to rise and shine." A dark glint danced in the green of Dean's eyes. "Super." He muttered with a huff of relief.
"Dean we. . . ." Sam began.
"Sshhh. Hush Sammy. Nothing to talk about. Everything's fine."
Sam sputtered. "Dean!" The accusation all in the tone. "I just fucked you. I lost my virginity to my brother. There's a shit load to talk about."
Dean stared at the toes of his boots. "Dad just called. He'll be here soon. I'm sorry Sammy. You're out of time."
Sam scowled, trying not to watch Dean's ass swish across the room. "We will talk about this." The little brother stretched his towel over his bare form. "And hopefully do it again." He whispered.