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essene_backupI shouldn't post this, but I'm thinking that if I do, maybe it'll prompt me to keep going. I watched the beginning of Intimate Relations and the initial conflict got me thinking and then I used Write or Die and this came out.
Dean/OFC, wincest?
Dean shifted only slightly on the bed, nothing overtly indicating that he'd heard the slow ease of the window as it quietly shuddered up from the sill. His hand gripped the knife handle tightly even as he feigned sleep, not wanting to give any advantage to the intruder or to waken Sammy who was sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed. Dean turned his body as naturally as he could manage, in imitation of a restless sleeper, eyes half-lidded until he could see the willowy form sliding through the night air and into the room. His fingers relaxed as his body instinctively recognized Cindy's curves, hormones taking over almost instantly from the previous thrum of adrenaline in his veins. He let her think he was still slumbering as he watched her drift silently across the room, bare feet not making a sound even on the ancient warped floorboards of the shoebox the Winchesters were currently calling "home."
Dean smelt her before she leaned down over him - soft scent of soap hidden under the aroma of the sagebrush she'd walked through to get here, and lighter still, a sharp musk that gave away her excitement and desire. He let her run tentative fingers over his cheekbones and lips, soft pads of flesh barely touching him, but shooting shocks down his spine nevertheless. It wasn't until she bent over to follow her fingers with her mouth that he "woke up." He stretched one arm out and wrapped it around her leg, the back of her slim thigh in his palm and pulled her forward. She collapsed on him with a sharp inhale and a barely muffled squeal.
He whispered into the soft hollow behind her ear, low and hot, "What are you doing here Cindy?"
She didn't answer, rather she turned her head slightly and sealed his lips with hers, moist tongue tracing his lips as she moved to fit her body next to his on the bed. Dean had never been one to turn down an offer, and he accepted this one readily, placing his hand in the small of Cindy's back and pulling her close, letting her feel his body's response. They began a gentle undulation, groin to groin, Cindy eventually throwing one leg up and over Dean's hip to allow for the curve of his cock to ride in the groove of her cunt.
"Dean?" It was a thick, sleep-filled voice. Not Cindy's, but Sam's. Fuck.
Dean pressed his hands into Cindy, stilling her, warning her to quiet. "Yeah, Sam?"
Dean could feel the slow stretch of Sam's body behind him, priming himself to switch positions in the bed. "Are you having trouble sleeping? You're awful restless."
It was an innocent question asked by a tired teenager, that in any other situation wouldn't cause a low roll in Dean's belly and add to the heavy throb between his legs, but in this situation, it underlined the 10 kinds of wrong Dean was doing with his brother in the same bed. And it only made it that much hotter.
Dean/OFC, wincest?
Dean shifted only slightly on the bed, nothing overtly indicating that he'd heard the slow ease of the window as it quietly shuddered up from the sill. His hand gripped the knife handle tightly even as he feigned sleep, not wanting to give any advantage to the intruder or to waken Sammy who was sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed. Dean turned his body as naturally as he could manage, in imitation of a restless sleeper, eyes half-lidded until he could see the willowy form sliding through the night air and into the room. His fingers relaxed as his body instinctively recognized Cindy's curves, hormones taking over almost instantly from the previous thrum of adrenaline in his veins. He let her think he was still slumbering as he watched her drift silently across the room, bare feet not making a sound even on the ancient warped floorboards of the shoebox the Winchesters were currently calling "home."
Dean smelt her before she leaned down over him - soft scent of soap hidden under the aroma of the sagebrush she'd walked through to get here, and lighter still, a sharp musk that gave away her excitement and desire. He let her run tentative fingers over his cheekbones and lips, soft pads of flesh barely touching him, but shooting shocks down his spine nevertheless. It wasn't until she bent over to follow her fingers with her mouth that he "woke up." He stretched one arm out and wrapped it around her leg, the back of her slim thigh in his palm and pulled her forward. She collapsed on him with a sharp inhale and a barely muffled squeal.
He whispered into the soft hollow behind her ear, low and hot, "What are you doing here Cindy?"
She didn't answer, rather she turned her head slightly and sealed his lips with hers, moist tongue tracing his lips as she moved to fit her body next to his on the bed. Dean had never been one to turn down an offer, and he accepted this one readily, placing his hand in the small of Cindy's back and pulling her close, letting her feel his body's response. They began a gentle undulation, groin to groin, Cindy eventually throwing one leg up and over Dean's hip to allow for the curve of his cock to ride in the groove of her cunt.
"Dean?" It was a thick, sleep-filled voice. Not Cindy's, but Sam's. Fuck.
Dean pressed his hands into Cindy, stilling her, warning her to quiet. "Yeah, Sam?"
Dean could feel the slow stretch of Sam's body behind him, priming himself to switch positions in the bed. "Are you having trouble sleeping? You're awful restless."
It was an innocent question asked by a tired teenager, that in any other situation wouldn't cause a low roll in Dean's belly and add to the heavy throb between his legs, but in this situation, it underlined the 10 kinds of wrong Dean was doing with his brother in the same bed. And it only made it that much hotter.
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