FILLED: "More To Love" - Sam/Dean, Fat!Sam, Underage - R
Sam gasped for air beneath Dean. His breathing somehow managed to be both labored and airy and was every so often interrupted with a light whimper. Every time a sound, no matter how faint, or a stuttered exhale passed his younger brother's lips Dean made sure to kiss his plush flesh.
At twenty it was far from the older Winchester's first time - it wasn't even their first time with each other - but it was different for Sam. Dean knew that he was the only partner that his sixteen year old brother ever had. He wouldn't pretend that he didn't know why either. Sam wasn't just fat, he was obese, and he had been for as long as he could remember. While Sam was by far the best guy Dean had ever known (not that he would ever admit the overly sentimental statement out loud) he knew most people would never see past the four hundred... Dean groaned and rocked his own lean body against Sam's so that his erection felt like it was being swallowed by the teen's soft, velvety, dimpled flesh... probably getting closer to five hundred pounds that was Sam Winchester.
They didn't know what they were missing out on.
To Dean, Sam's body was just as alluring as every other part of him. Dean loved the way that Sam was both soft and heavy. Dean loved how pale his brother's dimpled skin was since he had never let so much of it see the sun. Dean loved how Sam's stretchmarks were even softer than his already velvety skin. Dean loved how whenever Sam was left on his own for a few weeks he always seemed to be a little bigger by the time Dean got back. The thing that Dean loved the most about Sam's body though had to have been his tits.
Dean was a breast man, he had been since the first time he watched scrambled porn in a motel room. While not all of his hookups had been exactly "ample" some had been more than enough like that redhead sorority girl in Florida that he had saved from a poltergeist or Rhonda Hurley whose rack was so tempting that he would do anything she asked... anything.
None of them compared to Sam.
Dean's hands ran up Sam's body until his hands filled with his brother's chest. Dean couldn't even think of them as moobs, not at Sam's size, they were proper breasts that were surprisingly round and full. Sam's breath hitched as Dean did his best to push Sam's tits together. Dean's hands overflowed with Sam's breasts... his kid brother was more than a handful... and he slid up his rough palms higher so that Sam's engorged nipple slipped into the space between two of his fingers.
Sam moaned beneath Dean and shifted his weight so that the bed creaked beneath them in anguish. The sound just got Dean harder. He felt his cock being swallowed the the welcoming rolls of Sam's body and Dean leaned in to bite gently on Sam's tits. The younger Winchester managed a breathy Dean as his heavy body trembled. Dean lapped his tongue over one of Sam's nipples before he dove into the cleavage that seemed to go all the way up to Sam's chins.
"So fucking beautiful Sammy," Dean groaned as his words were muffled by all the surrounding flesh.
Dean meant it every time that the words crossed his mind and passed his lips. Every inch of Sam was a work of art and he made sure he did his best at showing his brother just that.
By the time they finished Sam's chest was heaving. He was covered in sweat and hickies and could barely breathe.
"That was... that... that was amazing..." Sam struggled.
Dean looked over at his brother and although he tried his best to avoid a full on chick flick moment he couldn't hide the fact that his eyes said, 'you're amazing, Sam'. Instead Dean reached over and patted Sam's stomach watching at how it rippled and jiggled from his touch.
"Never change, Sammy," Dean said with a flirtatious smile. "Never change."
Sam gasped for air beneath Dean. His breathing somehow managed to be both labored and airy and was every so often interrupted with a light whimper. Every time a sound, no matter how faint, or a stuttered exhale passed his younger brother's lips Dean made sure to kiss his plush flesh.
At twenty it was far from the older Winchester's first time - it wasn't even their first time with each other - but it was different for Sam. Dean knew that he was the only partner that his sixteen year old brother ever had. He wouldn't pretend that he didn't know why either. Sam wasn't just fat, he was obese, and he had been for as long as he could remember. While Sam was by far the best guy Dean had ever known (not that he would ever admit the overly sentimental statement out loud) he knew most people would never see past the four hundred... Dean groaned and rocked his own lean body against Sam's so that his erection felt like it was being swallowed by the teen's soft, velvety, dimpled flesh... probably getting closer to five hundred pounds that was Sam Winchester.
They didn't know what they were missing out on.
To Dean, Sam's body was just as alluring as every other part of him. Dean loved the way that Sam was both soft and heavy. Dean loved how pale his brother's dimpled skin was since he had never let so much of it see the sun. Dean loved how Sam's stretchmarks were even softer than his already velvety skin. Dean loved how whenever Sam was left on his own for a few weeks he always seemed to be a little bigger by the time Dean got back. The thing that Dean loved the most about Sam's body though had to have been his tits.
Dean was a breast man, he had been since the first time he watched scrambled porn in a motel room. While not all of his hookups had been exactly "ample" some had been more than enough like that redhead sorority girl in Florida that he had saved from a poltergeist or Rhonda Hurley whose rack was so tempting that he would do anything she asked... anything.
None of them compared to Sam.
Dean's hands ran up Sam's body until his hands filled with his brother's chest. Dean couldn't even think of them as moobs, not at Sam's size, they were proper breasts that were surprisingly round and full. Sam's breath hitched as Dean did his best to push Sam's tits together. Dean's hands overflowed with Sam's breasts... his kid brother was more than a handful... and he slid up his rough palms higher so that Sam's engorged nipple slipped into the space between two of his fingers.
Sam moaned beneath Dean and shifted his weight so that the bed creaked beneath them in anguish. The sound just got Dean harder. He felt his cock being swallowed the the welcoming rolls of Sam's body and Dean leaned in to bite gently on Sam's tits. The younger Winchester managed a breathy Dean as his heavy body trembled. Dean lapped his tongue over one of Sam's nipples before he dove into the cleavage that seemed to go all the way up to Sam's chins.
"So fucking beautiful Sammy," Dean groaned as his words were muffled by all the surrounding flesh.
Dean meant it every time that the words crossed his mind and passed his lips. Every inch of Sam was a work of art and he made sure he did his best at showing his brother just that.
By the time they finished Sam's chest was heaving. He was covered in sweat and hickies and could barely breathe.
"That was... that... that was amazing..." Sam struggled.
Dean looked over at his brother and although he tried his best to avoid a full on chick flick moment he couldn't hide the fact that his eyes said, 'you're amazing, Sam'. Instead Dean reached over and patted Sam's stomach watching at how it rippled and jiggled from his touch.
"Never change, Sammy," Dean said with a flirtatious smile. "Never change."
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