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Wem die verbale Beschreibung von Sex nicht zusagt, sollte ebenfalls hier
aufhören zu lesen und sich nen Konsalik schnappen. Extra-Warnung:
Diese Geschichte beinhaltet Insest.
Pairing: Sam Winchester / Dean Winchester
First time story
Warning: Slash, Insest
Disclaimer: Die Figuren gehören nicht mir. Und natürlich
mache ich keinen Profit mit dieser Geschichte.
Dean saw it almost too late. This bloody creature wasn’t just burning to death. It would explode. And his brother was far too close not be in danger. He jumped, crossing a distance larger than ever before, crashed into Sam, knocked him off his feet and pinned him to the ground. Just in time he was able to cover the body with his own and wrap his arms around Sam’s head to block the sharp pieces of wood that busted into the air around them as the monster exploded with a screaming noise.
He remained like that for a few more seconds, just to make sure the
danger was over, then he lifted his upper body a bit to scan Sam’s
face for any hint of pain or injury.
Sam could hear the concern in his brother’s voice. But he had
to catch his breath before he could answer. The harsh impact to the
ground had pushed the entire air out of his lungs. And … Dean
was lying on top of him.
A wave of relieve washed through the older brother. That had been damned
close. Too close in his opinion. Sam was his little brother. It was
his first duty to watch over him, to protect him from any harm. He had
promised it to their father. And -which was even more important - to
In an instant Dean realized in shock what he was doing. He backed off
immediately, jumped up and took a few steps back. He was horrified.
What had he done? What had he been thinking, kissing his sibling? Was
he a pervert?
He had to stop this nonsense!
This couldn’t be! This shouldn’t happen! He was NOT, in no way, allowing his feelings for his brother to be anything else than … yes, just brotherly. No way!
Back and forth. Back and forth.
What should he do now? Talk to Sam? Say that …. yeah, what should he say? ‘Sorry. My Mistake. I was in an emotional stress and couldn’t think straight?’
Oh, wonderful! Straight! That would be just the right word to make it worth. How could he think about Sam in that way when he was used to scan every pretty girl to get a bit of fun? What madness was that? Madness? Sin! He shouldn’t feel like that.
“Ok, try to calm down,” he said out loud. “You shouldn’t figure out what you should feel but what you DO feel. Otherwise you figure out nothing but the moral side.”
Sammy. Think about Sam. They were a good team. Yes, they really were. He would go to hell to keep him save. Even though he had convinced his little brother to join him in hunting. Why? Because he couldn’t do it all by himself? Because Sam was family? Yes, but also because he had missed him. Dean had to admit that he was feeling real good when he was close to his brother.
Close? How close?
Dean suddenly remembered how many times he had watched his brother
while the younger man was sleeping. Ok, he had been sure he had done
it because of these nightmares Sam used to have, to make sure his little
brother was ok.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
What could he do now? He couldn’t just say ‘Hey, brother,
you make me horny!’
He stopped instantly as he heard the door.
A short look. Then he turned his back on his little brother.
“Don’t play me for a sucker, Dean. Don’t even try to pretend nothing happened out there.”
“What do you mean?” Dean was still holding tight to the "What the fuck are you talking about?"- strategy.
“You’ve kissed me.”
Ouch! To hear it from his brother made it painfully real to Dean. He
didn’t dare to turn around.
“No!” Sam’s voice sounded bitter. “How could
I forget such a thing?” Dean didn’t react.
Slowly as if with great effort Dean turned around.
“Listen, Sammy, it was a mistake, ok? I was just a little too concerned that you may have been injured. An emotional overreaction, right? Forget about it.” Phew! That came out better than he'd thought.
But obviously not for Sam.
“Please, Sam, it was nothing,” he assured him, but Sam recognized that Dean turned away slightly when talking, not facing him directly.
“Don’t you dare!” There was anger in his voice.
“What?” Dean didn’t comprehend.
“Don’t you dare to look away when saying something like that. Look me in the eyes! Look me straight in the eyes and say that it wasn’t more than a brother’s concern.”
But Dean didn’t. “Sam, I can’t ...”
“No!” Sam was actually shouting. “No excuses! Look at me!”
Dean hesitated, but than he turned back again, tentatively searching
“Get over it? You want to get over the feelings you have for me?” Sam was clearly upset, but his brother was too busy trying to get along with his own emotions to notice it.
“Don't you get it? My feelings are wrong. They are not of the kind of love brothers should have for each other. They are not …normal.” He turned around again, angry with his brother that he just couldn’t understand his problem.
So he missed that hopeful smile that started to spread across Sam’s face. He hadn’t misjudged the kiss! Oh god! Dean felt it, too. He wasn’t the only one. He should have known.
“Dean”, Sam started solemn, “we’ve never been normal. We are as fare from normal as siblings could be. So why should our feelings for each other be an exception?”
Those eyes! Those green eyes were so close now and a bit darker than Dean remembered them to be. His brother’s face, so pretty and adorable, came even closer. Dean stood strong and stiff as his brother’s lips touched his own again. Soft lips, warm and tender. And they felt so fucking good.
And Dean responded. At last. He moved into the kiss that seemed to take his breath away and opened his mouth in return.
Sam accepted the invitation immediately. His tongue darted out, entered his brother’s mouth and claimed every inch of that wet cavity with growing passion. He couldn’t hold back any longer. The taste of his brother affected his whole body, his dick was already hard as steel. He needed more. More contact. More touch. More of everything. His hands, still lingering on his brothers shoulders, started to move; one to Dean’s neck to hold the head in place, the other moved down his brother’s back, wound itself around his waist and pulled the other man's body tight.
It was a risk. A risk he was willing to take for he was far beyond the point where he was able or willing to stop. Dean would feel it. He would feel how aroused his little brother was. A kiss was one thing. A hard cock another.
God! The sudden pressure of Sam’s hard dick against his own nearly pushed him over the edge. Dean wrapped his arms around his brother, holding tight. His hip started to move of its own, creating more friction.
This time his brother groaned louder, let go of Dean’s mouth and threw back his head. Dean took the chance, and kissed his way across Sam’s chin and throat. Wow! He never had imagined his skin could taste so bloody good. He licked away the salty sweat and kissed the skin wet again. With every kiss he could feel a shiver running through the hot body in his arms. He continued his kissing, causing shiver after shiver till he reached the collar. He cursed silently.
Dean let go off the muscles he was still kneading and yanked up the clothes.
Now those talented lips wandered over his collarbone and further down till they found a dark nipple. A wet tongue flip out and licked it till the tiny knob stuck out. Dean gasped. He was hardly aware that Sam was moving them slowly backwards to one of their beds, pulling him with. His body was following of its own accord, unwilling to lose the contact.
They reached the bed and Sam sat down slowly, his lips never leaving
his brothers skin. But now he was able to move lower. Sam let his tongue
glide over the torso, took his time to explore every inch while Dean
was constantly whispering things like “Sam, oh god, Sam, yes!”
His brother’s cock was fully erect, its tip red and glistening with precome. Sam couldn’t resist. And he didn’t want to. His tongue darted out and he licked the slit with pleasure, tasting his brother’s essence for the first time. His reward was a sharp gasp from Dean. Then Sam opened his mouth a bit wider and let the heated head slip into it, slow, enjoying every inch of Dean’s member as if it was the most delicious thing to taste. He let it glide deep into his throat, retreated and moved back again, increasing his speed and pressure each time. All the while he let his tongue play with every reachable part of the dick.
Dean started to get nervous. Although he had never been together with a man before he wasn’t oblivious of how two men made love. He just wasn’t sure what part his brother wanted him to play. He panicked briefly for he was certain he wasn’t prepared to be on the receiving end. Not yet.
His first time.
It seemed to be centuries ago, although it had been only a few years.
Back in those days when he'd discovered that his feelings for his older
brother were more intense, more intimate then they should be. The shock
had been immense. He was not only gay but in love with his sibling.
First he had denied these feelings. Then, not wanting to compromise
or approach Dean, he had looked for release with strangers. Not always
a lucky experience. Later he had been so desperate that he had denied
his sexual orientation completely, and chosen to be with girls. He had
nearly been happy with Jessica when Dean suddenly had walked into his
“Been a while?” The older brother was bewildered. “You had… I mean … sex with men before?”
“Dean, I’m gay.”
“You are not!”
“Yes, I am.”
“Jess was a diversion. An attempt to pretend I am normal. I loved her but she’s never been more than a poor compensation. She could under no circumstances replace my desire for men … and for you.”
Dean swallowed. “For me?”
“Yes, Dean.“ Sam’s voice was soft now and full of love. “Haven't you ever noticed? How I adored you? How I begged for your attention?”
“No.” Dean was confused. “Or at least I thought it was a boy wanting affirmation from his older brother.”
“That’s why I left in the first place, Dean. I couldn’t bear any longer to be near you and not to be with you. Not to touch you and be touched by you. Please, Dean, touch me. Touch me now!”
Carefully, Dean straddled his brother and bent down to kiss him again,
slowly and with all the tenderness he could muster. The parts of his
skin that already touched Sam’s body seemed to be on fire. He
allowed his hand to explore his brother’s chest. And this chest
was … oh my god … it felt so extremely good. The muscles.
Sam’s hot, sweaty skin. His fingers enjoyed every single touch,
even more when he discovered those spots that made his little brother
shiver und tremble. His throat for example seemed to be very sensitive,
so Dean let go off Sam’s lips and started to follow his hands
with wet kisses. Every time he was able to elicit a new groan his own
arousal increased. He let his tongue wander over Sam’s collarbone
to a dark nipple and licked it until it stuck out, and Sam didn’t
stop to sigh at all. Dean tried to suck it into his mouth, but it was
more difficult to do his with a man’s nipple than that of a woman.
He managed it none the less, started to bite carefully and was rewarded
with a soft cry.
Sam tried to warn his brother. He really did. But Dean held tight, not willing to miss anything of Sam’s orgasm.
His release came with such a force, Sam trembled uncontrollable. Afterwards he lay there, trying to catch his breath.
Dean looked down into the face he loved. “Are you ok?”
Sam chuckled. “Ok? You ask me if I’m ok after you fulfilled one of my top 5 of my favourite wet dreams?”
“You had a list of your favourite wet dreams?” Now it was Dean who chuckled softly.
“Of course.” Sam hugged a little firmer. “You don’t?”
Dean thought about that for a moment. Yes, he had to admit he has had
such a list. But he was sure he had to make a new one after this night.
Then a thought crossed his mind, and he grinned.
Sam loosened his embrace and looked straight into Dean’s eyes.
He let go off Dean completely, laid back into the pillow and stretched.
Then he took a deep breath.
Sam saw Dean’s face get serious and added quickly: “Only
if you wish to... I mean … you don’t have to … if
you don’t want….” He stopped.
“What should I do?”
“You need to stretch me.”
“Stretch? Oh.” Dean understood. “ Don't we need …?”
“Look into my dufflebag. There should be our healing oil. That should do it.”
Dean reached down to the bag lying next to the bed and quickly found
the bottle inside. Opening it he recognized that his hands shook slightly.
Fuck! He was antsier then he wanted to admit. He poured a great amount
into his right hand and oiled it thoroughly. Then he closed the bottle
again and reached for his brother.
Although this technical knowledge didn’t calm him down a bit.
Dean started out slowly. He knelt between his brother’s legs,
bent over the body and gave Sam another kiss. First softly, nipping
at his lower lip, licking down the contour. His own desire and the soft
sigh of Sam made him grow bolder very fast. His kisses got wilder, more
passionate. And after a while he dared to start touching. He rested
his hand on Sam’s groin and then let it wander. First his hand
tenderly stroked his brother’s by now nearly fully erected member
a few times in a slow and nearly soothing way, then his fingers moved
lower. He caressed the soft balls and could feel his brother shiver.
That gave Dean the needed courage to let his forefinger move a bit lower
to find the tight ring of muscles that seemed to deny him intrusion.
He began to massage the entrance and almost immediately Sam started
to relax a bit as if he had just waited for this touch to open up. Dean
took the invitation and let his oiled finger slip into the body. His
brother broke the kiss, and took a sharp breath.
Sam sighs. “Perfectly fine. Keep on, Dean, please.” He moved his hips down to get Dean’s finger deeper inside. “Pleeease!”
Dean’s heart beat a bit faster than it already did.
Sam lifted his head to gaze at his brother: “Dean.” He tried to clear his mind. This was important. “Dean, we don’t have to…” Sam searched for the right words and made affords to slow his beating heart. “Just because I want this doesn’t mean you have to do it.”
Sam wanted to add something more but Dean stopped him with a tender kiss. And now Sam could see it: Dean’s eyes were clouded with desire. His older brother could hardly hold back anymore. It made Sam shiver and he returned the kiss more passionately.
It was over way too fast.
They both didn’t want to loosen the intimate contact. So instead of getting up they simply pulled the sheets over their entwined bodies and curled around each other.
Sam could feel his brother chuckling softly.
Dean smiled in the darkness of the room: “I’m just looking forward to do the other things that are on your top 5 list of your favourite wet dreams.”
Sam laughed gently. “Me too, my love, me too.”
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