Fic: Forbidden Fruit - chapter 8/14
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 8:
The following morning, Sam woke up filled with joy... The memory of the previous night with Jim was still fresh in her mind and a brilliant smile crossed her lips at the thought of it; that was until she remembered Dean knew what had happened and she felt a knot beginning to form in her stomach.
There was no use going on about it as there was absolutely nothing she could do, so she forced herself out of bed, got dressed and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. She froze on her steps when she found Dean making waffles.
“Morning, Sammy,” he greeted her with a smile.
“Mm…morning,” she was confused and shocked by her brother’s behavior. “Want some help with that?” she offered quickly trying to sound as normal as possible.
“No, I’m fine, but why don’t you fix me some coffee? I could really use a cup!”
“Sure!”
She didn’t have a clue. She was lost for words and couldn’t understand what had gotten into her brother. He’d been pissed off for months, ignored her all along, and now it was like Dean -her Dean, the one she loved so much- was back. She felt a comforting warmth in her heart but wasn’t sure she could trust this just yet.
They had breakfast together, and Dean laughed and joked and she was incredibly happy and relaxed. Everything seemed to be ok between them and it was as if those awful months had never happened. When they finished eating, he helped her do the dishes, and she was also surprised by that. She didn’t have to ask him or anything, he just offered his help and kept smiling all the time. He was clearly in a very good mood and playful too as he tickled her belly while she washed the mugs. Of course, she wasn’t going to let him get away with it and splashed water all over him in retaliation. They kept playing and laughing so hard that they almost ended up on the floor holding their stomachs.
Days went by and things got better and better between them, wounds were healing fast and their bond was quickly being restored. Dean was sweet and kind to her -he owed her that much since he’d been kind of a jerk lately. He couldn’t believe the way things had turned out: he’d given her the cold shoulder because she was into him, and now that she was clearly over him, he couldn’t stop thinking about her…in an un-brotherly way.
Yet, there was no way he was going to be nice to her guy. He was getting the best end of the deal anyway: he was sleeping with her! In fact, he felt like kicking the guy’s ass, or even better than that, killing him -which he totally could- but he didn’t want Sammy to be mad at him anymore. So, he didn’t say or do a thing. Instead, he tried to act as civil as possible around him, but only when she was there. Fortunately, she didn’t bring him home that often anyways and things were easier that way.
Suddenly, he realized he was the one staring all the time now, but he was really careful so that she wouldn’t notice. He always did his best to hide it and his eyes never lingered on her for more than a few seconds. That way, he could deny he’d been staring if she noticed and said something. So far, it’d worked just fine and she hadn’t caught him, not even once. That was going to end soon, though.
He’d finished work early and felt exhausted so he decided to go straight home. He arrived at the cabin and noticed that Sam wasn’t there yet. It was early so she was probably still at school. There was nothing to do and every bone and muscle of his body ached from all the extra shifts he’d been working lately so he thought it’d be a good idea to nap for a little while. He went to his room and fell asleep the second he rested his head on the pillow.
A few hours later he was awaken by some noise coming from the kitchen. Apparently, Sam was home. His stomach was growling so he decided to join her and grab a bite. He stretched his body, put on his shirt and walked out of his bedroom.
He walked into the living room still half-asleep rubbing his eyes and muttered a simple “hi” to his sister.
“Oh, hey, Dean, didn’t know you were here…I thought there was nobody home” she replied.
He stopped rubbing his eyes and focused on the source of that voice. He adjusted his eyes to the change of light and then saw her. She was spread out on the couch, lying on her stomach with her feet up. She was propped up on her elbows reading a book. She seemed to have taken a shower as her hair was still wet and dripping; and she wasn’t wearing much, just a tank top and an old pair of boxers that used to belong to him.
He had a perfect view of her cleavage and her legs swinging back and forth in the air. He then noticed the water drops rolling down her neck tracing a path that ended between her breasts. Suddenly, his mouth went dry and he wished he could lick those drops off her smooth skin with his tongue.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and forced his eyes to look up at her face. That turned out to be a bad idea as she was eating a Popsicle. He saw her licking the tip with her tongue a few times, and then she sucked at it, her lips around it, hollowed-out cheeks, slowly taking more and more of it inside her mouth.
He looked at her and couldn’t stop wishing those reddened lips were all around him. He pictured her on her knees sucking him good and slow, the way she was doing it now with the candy. Her eyes wide-open fixed on him as if he was the only thing in the world that mattered to her while his hands caressed that dark messy mane of hers.
He stood there, frozen, just staring and letting reality intermingle with his fantasy. He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there in silence. His heart was racing and his breath was growing heavy. The situation was driving him insane and he noticed the twitch in his pants so he took a step back away from her and yelled.
“Will you please stop it!”
“What?” she asked innocently and totally confused as she stuck her tongue out and sensually licked a red drop on her upper lip.
“No-nothing…just…forget it!” he answered filled with rage and frustration. That said, he stormed out of the house and started running towards the lake.
The whole thing was killing him. He found himself thinking about her all the time now. No matter what he did or how hard he tried, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Thus, he decided the best he could do was avoid her altogether. If he didn’t see her, then he wouldn’t be tempted and maybe he’d slowly get over her, right? At least, that seemed to have worked for her so now it might just work for him.
He was pleased with his logic and thought there was something else that might help speed things up. In addition to avoiding her, he’d bang as many chicks as he could. If he was busy with other girls and spent all his energy with them, then he’d be too exhausted to do any thinking about Sam and he wouldn’t have to worry about any more embarrassing moments…like a few moments ago when she was eating a Popsicle and all those images filled his head.
With his plan in mind, he started going out almost every night, but not before making sure she was safely asleep, and took every single chance to have sex. He always came back too exhausted to think about her and felt proud of his plan: it seemed to be working just fine, which meant she’d be out of his system pretty soon, maybe even sooner than he’d expected. However, he didn’t realize that he seemed to have developed a type: all the girls he was having sex with looked just like her…and that they were the only ones he found attractive now.
TBC
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