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John was off hunting a nest of Vamps in Arizona. After much complaining and Sam refusing to speak for two days, he’d decided he had enough and would give the boys a little break.
He managed to snag a small cabin out on the river for two weeks where he’d left the boys to recoup and enjoy what little bit of a summer break they could get.
With John managing to get ahold of the place dirt cheap, unfortunately meant the boys had to deal with the faults that came with it- number one being it had no air conditioner.
Dean was laid across the worn out couch in loving room dressed in just his briefs. He had a thin layer of sweat glimmering against his freckled skin. The small fan was blowing as hard as it could, shaking the rickety wooden chair it was placed on.
Sam emerged from the small bedroom area with a frown. “Dean I’m hot.” He complained. Dean shot him a glare. “No shit, Kid. It’s 103°.” He grumbled. Sam moved to stand in front of the fan but to his displeasure found it was only circulating hot air.
“Why are you in your underwear ?” Sam asked with a huff moving to sit on the far end of the couch after pushing Dean’s feet down.
“Because it’s hot as hell. You might be a little cooler if you took those damn jeans off, yanno?” He answered, shoving his foot against the outside of Sam’s thigh as he replaced it on the couch.
Sam glared at him, folding his arms against his chest. “I’m not taking my clothes off.” He grumbled. “Fine, have a heat stroke.. but you can’t complain if you won’t do anything about it.” He answered.
A bead of sweat trickled down Sam’s face. His hair was damp with sweat, his cheeks tinted a rosy pink. He was downright miserable.
“Sammy I’ve seen you in your underwear plenty of times. Just strip down. It’s too hot.” He reasoned. Sam huffed, lifting his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
After another few minutes, Sam finally gave in and stood up to strip himself down to his briefs before settling back on the couch.
He let his head fall back against the back of the couch with a groan. “It’s so hot. I hate this place.” He whined. Dean was miserable too, but hearing Sam complain only made him even more irritable.
“Just think of something else. Keep your mind off it so it isn’t so bad.” Dean offered, folding his hand over his bare stomach.
“Like what?“ Sam asked. “I can’t think of anything but how hot I am.” He added. Dean clenched his jaw but knew he had to keep his cool because them fighting right now would only make things more miserable.
“Why don’t we go down to the river to cool off?” He asked. Sam immediately perked up. Within minutes both boys had made their way down the beaten path of the woods to the river bank where they submerged themselves in the cool water.
“You know.. I brought a girl out to the river in Georgia one time?” Dean asked after a while of just floating in the water.
“Yeah?” Sam asked, pushing his wet hair back from his face.
“Mhm, we made out on the dock.” He grinned cheekily. Sam scrunched his nose. “Did some other stuff too.” He added with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows.
While part of him was disgusted, another part was intrigued. He was at that stage of puberty where the slightest mention of sexual things had him feeling butterflies. “What did you do?” He asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
Dean licked over his lips. “Well while we were making out.. she started rubbing all over my chest and arms… let me put my hands on her tits too.. they were pretty big, nice handful..” he explained. Sam’s face flushed pink.
He could feel himself starting to chub up at just the thought of making out and feeling someone up. “OhhKay, I don’t wanna hear anymore.” He squeaked out, earning a bark of laughter from his brother.
The boys spent the rest of the evening splashing around in the river, not deciding to get out until the sun had started to set. They trekked back up to the cabin and changed into clean pajamas before eating the leftover sandwiches they had from the night before.
After dinner, they headed to the small bedroom. Sam climbed into the full sized bed pulling the paper thin sheet over himself. Even though the sun had set, it was still too warm for an actual blanket.
“Sammy, I can’t sleep on that couch again. The springs are killing my back.” Dean mentioned leaning against the door frame. “I’m not taking the couch. Those windows in there freak me out at night.” He answered.
“Sam, c’mon..” Dean huffed. “No way.” Sam answered shaking his head. “Fine then.. scoot over.” Dean answered, giving his brother no time to protest before he was climbing into the bed and shoving Sam over for him to fit.
Sam chose not to argue, instead he rolled onto his side with his back toward the older boy and tried to focus on falling asleep.
After an hour of trying, Sam rolled onto his back with a frustrated huff. “You okay?” Dean asked into the darkness of the room.
“Can’t sleep.” Sam answered. He was a little surprised Dean wasn’t asleep yet.
“Me neither.” Dean answered, folding an arm under his head.
A few moments of silence passed before Sam decided to speak up. Ever since Dean had started to tell him the story of Georgia, Sam couldn’t get it out of his head. It made his face hot and his belly tight and he wanted to hear more. “Dean?” Sam asked quietly.
“Yeah?” Dean answered. “What else happened with that girl in Georgia?” Sam asked. His voice wavering a little. He regretted it the second he asked, but it was too late to turn back now.
“Well we made out, she let me feel her tits..” Dean began. Sam swallowed thickly.
“She moved my hand down to her thigh so I started rubbing on it.. letting my fingertips rub against her skin so lightly.. made her shiver. Parted her legs real pretty for me, let me slide my hand down between them.” He bragged.
Sam could hear his heart beating in his own ears. His dick was beginning to chub up and he felt almost lightheaded. “Yeah? What else?” Sam asked, a little breathier than he had intended.
“She was soaked. Could feel just wet she was through her panties.” Dean answered, shifting onto his side to face toward Sam’s body. He could hear Sam’s breathing hitch, the desperate little tone to his voice making Dean’s own cock throb. He knew Sam was getting off on this.
“W-what’d you do after that?” Sam asked. He was fighting the urge to slide his hand down his pajama bottoms to ease some of the pressure off his throbbing cock.
“I pulled her soaked panties to the side, slid my fingers over her soaking wet pussy. She made such pretty little sounds when I slid my fingers in, Sammy.” Dean spoke, his voice a little lower than before.
At the mention of his name, Sam whined low in his throat. He hadn’t meant for the sound to slip out, but he knew Dean heard it and It made his face burn with shame. Dean smirked, licking over his lips.
Sam couldn’t resist the urge anymore and he slid his long thin fingers beneath the band of his pajamas and wrapped them around his aching cock. He shuddered at the sudden pressure, his teeth digging into his lower lip.
“She let me finger her. Nice and slow. Her pussy was practically drooling around my fingers. I started kissing her again, she could barely keep quiet. Letting all these breathy little moans go into my mouth.” Dean continued.
Sam started stroking himself slowly, not trying to draw too much attention to what he was doing.
“Then when I pulled my fingers out I put them in her mouth, made her suck them clean. She had real pretty lips, looked nice around my fingers. You think they’d look good around my cock too, Sammy?” Dean asked.
Sam groaned, working his hand a little faster. The confinement of his bottoms made it a little harder, but he was too worked up to care. “Yeah.. De, keep telling me..” Sam answered breathily.
“They did look good around my cock. Made her suck it, fucked her pretty little mouth until she gagged.” Dean whispered, his breath fanning out over Sam’s flushed skin. Sam shuddered, squeezing his eyes closed as he stroked himself.
“I got her bent over on her hands and knees while she sucked my dick. Started fingering her tight ass like I did her hungry little pussy before.” Dean explained. Sam let out a desperate little moan, bringing his hand up to shove his pajama bottoms down to free his cock.
“Such a tight little ass, Sammy. Begged me to fuck it. Told me she’d be so good for me.” Dean whispered.
Sam felt like his body was on fire. The words went straight to his groin. He could almost imagine Dean saying that to him.
“So good for me, Sammy.” Dean repeated. Sam nearly came then, immediately interpreting it as Dean praising him instead of just repeating his story to emphasize it.
Dean could feel the jerky motions of the bed, could hear the desperate little pants coming from Sam’s mouth.
“Such a good boy.” Dean praised, wanting to test the waters to see if Sam actually liked it. Sam let out a throaty moan, fingers flexing around his cock.
“I bet you’d look even prettier with your lips around my cock. On your knees for your big brother.. Mm, Sammy I can just imagine you begging me for it. Making all those pretty little sounds..” Dean kept going. He’d already crossed the line now, might as well run with it. Sam was obviously enjoying it.
Sam was having a hard time biting back the sounds now. His was fucking up into his fist, toes curling at the end of the bed.
“I’d fuck you real good, baby brother. You’d feel so good, could make you cum without even touching you ..” Dean explained. That was enough for him. With a breathy grunt of Dean’s name Sam spilled his load over his fingertips, stroking until his body trembled with sensitivity.
As Sam finally started to come down from his high, a wave of embarrassment washed over him. He really had just gotten off to his brother talking filthily to him. When he mustered up the courage to look over at Dean, he found his older brother was grinning.
“Really did it for you, huh Sammy?” He teased. Sam’s face flushed an even darker shade of red. Sam was going to try and form some sort of apology or at least an explanation until he let his eyes flicker down to Dean’s lap.
The moon illuminated the room enough for sam to be able to see it clear as day, Dean’s thick cock tenting up the front of his this pajama bottoms.
Dean smirked a little, catching Sam’s gaze before turning his head back up to make eye contact.
Sam gawked, mouth going dry as he let his eyes flicker between Dean’s lap and his face. He could see just how blown the older boy’s pupils were with lust. Apparently he enjoyed the show almost as much Sam did performing in it.
“Want me to help?” Sam asked, leaning over the bedside to grab a discarded t-shirt to wipe his hand off. Dean was too far out of his right headspace to even attempt and reason with himself. Yes it was wrong, but that didn’t make him want it any less.
There Sam was, all flushed and willing to help and Dean felt almost ravenous. Instead of even trying to form words he just nodded his head slowly.
Sam wasted no time shifting over to peel back Dean’s pajama bottoms and free his throbbing cock. Dean gasped at the sudden change, tipping his head back against he pillow.
“Bet my mouth would look even prettier than hers.” Sam commented, letting his long thin fingers wrap around his brother’s erection.
Dean nodded feverishly, leaning up on his elbows as Sam shifted down with his lips dangerously close to the head of his dick.
He could feel Sam’s warm breath fanning over his already flushed skin and he wanted it so badly.
“Do it.. Sammy, show me..” Dean sucked in a shuddery breath, all that confidence from his little story slipping from his grasps as he tried to keep himself level headed. “Show me how pretty.” He managed out, letting his half lidded eyes lock on his baby brother’s lips.