Their Blood Gets Thicker Than Water - Chapter Three
Title: Their Blood Gets Thicker Than Water- Chapter Three
Author:
writersmirth
Pairing: Sam/Blair
Word Count: ~ 2568
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam and Blair come face to face with lust.
Disclaimer: All Supernatural characters are the brain children of Erik Kripke, and are used here solely for entertainment purposes. No profit comes from the posting of this story. No copyright infringement intended.
Warning(s): Incest, Siblings, Personal Insertion,
A/N: I can no longer control my dirty mind.
Chapter Three
I’ll be your sexual Freak - George Micheal
Four Weeks ago
George Michael’s Freak played on Blair’s Mp3 player as she slipped outside from some fresh air. Slipping past her brothers, she shut the door behind her, careful not to draw attention to herself and let out the breath she had kept tight in her chest since Sam had walked in on her in the bathroom; screaming his name in ecstasy. She exhaled deeply filling her lungs with what she wanted; fresh air, but the air was not fresh and as she inhaled deeply her lungs filled with the putrid aroma of second hand cigarette.
he looked onwards, three doors down at a man who was puffing on his cigarette and barking into his phone like a rabid dog. She could only make out a few words; ‘wife’ being one of them and imagined a cranked up woman holding a child of her hips and a cigarette hanging from her mouth on the other line, that or a fat hooker dressed in gold latex. She shivered, taking in everything about the man from his lice bitten haircut to his pants which hung around his ankles like a man ready to jack off. Everything about the man screamed cheap hotel scum bag, but as she looked past the man and scanned the numbers along every door, each paint chipped door frame and cheap brass handle reminded her of her true existence and suddenly she didn’t feel so far from the raggedy bastard.
“Hey Love, wouldn’t be able to spare some cash would ya?” the man asked, grabbing her attention once more. She shook her head. Not in this lifetime scum city, she thought to herself and pulled her coat around her tightly. He didn’t advance any further towards her, just gave her an oily finger and muttered words like ‘tight bitch’ and ‘fucking cheap skates’ until he was done with his cigarette and headed back inside his room. Blair felt the door slam, the vibrations reverberating through the length of the path.
When would this life get easier? When would she be able to settle down with a partner of her own. A rented apartment with two noisy jack russles and a reality show obsession? When would she stop walking around this freakishly bad 80’s horror movie and wake up in a bed with a duck feathered duvet and a bookshelf crammed with classics? She looked out into the dark night as she pondered each question rolling them around inside her head like a tumble weed with loose sticks. With each twinkling star that died bringing morning much closer she imagined herself in a world without mobsters, demons, spirits and the impending apocalypse. She dreamed of a world free of murder, hunting and most of all free of this sickening sexual hunger for her older brother Sam.
The song switched over, playing repeat from the beginning again. The sound of panting filled her mind and made her ache all over with a need so strong not even the crisp early morning wind could sate. She found herself closing her eyes as the sound of George’s voice echoed through her ears and into her soul. The pent up frustration, the fantasy world inside her head was forming and growing into a wild beast inside her body. She felt her fingernails touching her bare skin, tracing a rough line from the nape of her neck to the tip of her cleavage.
n image, as sharp as a photograph filtered through her thoughts. Sam half naked, without a shirt on while below his jeans were slightly unbuckled and his belt hung by the loops beckoning her to take hold of both ends and pull him closer towards her. She could feel his erection against her; her brothers hard on just begging to slip between her lips. Her hands glided across her aching nipples that perked through her sweater and found her zipper. She wanted to feel the cold air biting them harder. She dared to expose her breasts to the cold wind, to the night sky. Too freedom that burned within her. She wanted to take of all her clothes and delve her fingers into the depths of her hot wetness. Right outside for anyone to see, but more than anything she wanted Sam behind her, tormenting her, teasing her from the tip of her head to the tips of her toes in a long and agonizing fashion. Blair pulled down her zipper and opened it to the side, revealing her bra clad breast to the open air. She was just about to pinch her nipple. Her free hand already finding the heat between her legs when she heard the sound of the door click shut behind her and her brothers voice echo out into the night.
“What are you doing outside?” He asked, touching her shoulder with a bottle of beer. He took one look at her exposed bra and her hand resting between her legs and turned sharply. Swearing something under his breath he swore he could hear the sound of panting coming from her ear phones. Was she listening to audio porn?
“Dean,” Blair hissed, immediately finding her zipper. She zipped herself up and used both hands to cross them over her chest. When she was satisfied, she noticed Dean peaking of his shoulder with one eye squinting, peaking through his fingers.
“I take it you couldn’t---sleep,” he said, a shiver in his voice. “Are you decent yet?” he asked ready to turn to face her. When he noted her nod he turned around and held out her beer towards her. She shook her head, and remained still, looking at Dean’s shoulders. “It’s a natural thing,” Dean started, trying to find the right words to say.
“SHUT UP,” Blair hissed again. “I so do not want to hear it. What are you doing out here. I thought you set your alarm to four-thirty.”
Dean nodded. “I did. It’s four-fifteen. My body clock is all messed up, not to mention I had another damn nightmare. Thought I better get an early start,” he said holding up his bottle of beer. “It’s going to be a long day out on the road with nothing to see but fuck all trees and maybe a few dead cows. Might as well drink while I can, won’t get a chance to tonight and you know what Sammy’s like with his 1 drink no drive policy,” Dean snorted, taking a sip of his beer.
“Yep, so I take it we will be leaving soon then,” Blair asked taking her headphones from her ears. She wound them up and slipped her mp4 player inside her pocket. “If that’s the case I might go and pack my shit up and make myself a coffee. Do you want me to go and wake up Sam?” she asked, already turning towards the open door of the room. The conversation or lack of it was over as far as she was concerned. Her deprived orgasm would have to wait.
“Please yourself sis,” Dean said happily chugging along. “And let’s say we pretend I never saw you-“
“Dean,” Blair growled, eyeing him angrily.
“Sexing,” Dean finished, a shudder rippling through his body. He took another swig of his beer and watched his sister enter the room. When the door was closed her looked up into the sky to see the moon disappearing beneath the clouds, meeting the sun on its way past to the other side of the country. If there was anywhere he would rather be at the moment, it would be in another country. Or better yet another world.
*
The coffee pot bubbled. Little brown splatters covering the inside of the glass Jar. Blair left Dean outside to his own devices and poured the contents of the last spoonfull of dried coffee into her favourite travel mug. “Fucking Shit,” she hissed checking the bag for anymore dregs. There was only enough for one more cup of coffee left and there was only one person aside from herself who could not function without his daily morning grind. Sighing she added three scoops of sugar, stirring well before she switched the machine off and padded her way to where Sam slept in the bed without her.
When she reached the bed, she noted the unrumpled sheets on her side where she had meant to sleep, but didn’t dare after the incident. She knelt down, getting onto her knees on the uncomfortable carpet and with one hand playfully held Sam’s nose till he twitched and opened his mouth gasping for air.
“Dean says it is time to get up, were heading out soon,” Blair said letting the coffee aroma liger in the air between them. She loved the smell, but knew that it was the only thing that would get Sam to even move from an early morning stupor.
“And of course if Dean says jump we all jump,” Sam said groggily, albeit grumpy. He turned his head towards his sister, opened his eyes a little and inhaled the wafting scent of a morning pick me up. “You know a way to a brother’s heart,” he muffled, opening each eye as if the light from the bedside was a radiant sunbeam. He took his time, moving his sniff muscles until he had cocked himself up on his elbow, a hand away from Blair. He reached out to take the coffee from his sister, but missed by a good arm- length and grazed her breasts as they pushed into the mattress instead.
Blair let out a soft moan that filled the otherwise quiet room and caused her to push herself away from the bed, almost knocking the boiling hot coffee all over Sam’s bare chest.
“Jesus you almost burned me Blair,” Sam said, royally pissed. He placed the cup down on the edge of the bedside table. “What the fuck?” he said pulling back the duvet to reveal his thankfully covered legs.
Blair let out a gasp, praying the angels that he was dressed and not naked like she had dreamed he would be a million times before. She took in his favourite sleeping pants with their fraying cords that where the only thing holding them up around his waist as the years passed and the fabric grew thinner with wear and let out her breath, another soft groan passing her wet lips as her eyes met with his pert nipples. Where they cold from the morning or was he as aroused as she was? Judging by the look on his face, as his hands crossed over his broad chest she knew she was alone in her desire this morning.
“Is this about what happened last night?” Sam asked advancing towards her. His expression softening as Blair backed away like one of the lesser creatures they hunted. He left his arms relax, keeping one hand crossed over his chest to keep his nipples from aching even more. With every inch he took his mind reeled back to the sensation he had felt when he had walked in on her with water cascading down her curvaceous hips and her fingers dipping into that hot bed that he dared to think about dangerously too often.
“Don’t Sam,” Blair whined, finding herself backed against the bed Dean had slept on. Her eyes met with rumpled sheets and the hard end of the bed. She felt behind her, and rested her hand on the edge. Her fingers dug into the fabric of the blankets draped over the side.
“Why? Why is it so hard to be around me all of a sudden?” Sam asked merely inches from her body. His hand reached out, met with her shoulder and sank as she shrugged him off backing harder into the wood. It must be digging into her ass,” Sam thought, not daring to step away. “Why were you calling my name last night Blair?” he whispered, not backing down one bit. His hand lingered on her arm and travelled slowly up towards her shoulder where she let him touch her this time. Her skin felt hot beneath his fingers. “Why were you touching yourself when you were calling for me?” he breathed his chest pressing against hers as her body responded to his touch and her tension grew tighter.
“Don’t,” Blair whispered, her eyes meeting Sam’s. She let her tongue caress her lips. The heat between them was fuelling thoughts and words that she did not want to express to herself let alone out loud like she dared she would if he came any closer. But it was impossible. She was trapped; the only place to escape to was an empty bed. Deans bed. A hotel bed, but Dean’s bed none the less. She felt her hand moving on its own accord, the sensation of her fingers meeting her brother’s hard flesh causing her to almost buckle beneath him.
“Why?” Sam said, drawing in a heavy breath as he pushed himself against her till he could feel her soft breasts pushing into his stomach. He felt the first jerk of his erection hardening in his pants. What was this sick desire that plagued his mind and caused him to think the unthinkable? About his sister none the less? Was this was possession felt like? “Why Blair,” he said, this time more forcefully dropping his lips to meet her ear. He felt his sister’s body shuddering against him. He could hear her breathing strained as she tried not to let an air escape between them.
Blair felt his tongue running along her ear. His hot breath almost drew her to orgasm. She could feel his nipples pressing against her flesh, his erection shifting between them. The scent of morning sweat mixed with his favourite deodorant filled her nostril’s burning a dangerous heat between her legs. She buckled then when his tongue travelled along the line of her neck and he whispered something even more wicked in her ear. Could it be that he wanted this as much as she did?
“Say my name again Blair,” Sam ached, daring to pull himself away from her before Dean had a chance to spot him, but to no avail. He felt her hands moving between them. Her fingers met the fabric covering his erection and he lost control. His hands met with her shoulders, her trembling body fell backwards till she landed beneath him. Her skin exposed beneath her sweater, a glimmer of lust flickered in her eyes. She opened her lips to say something. He watched her bite her lip and it all came undone inside his mind.
“Sam?” Dean yelled, his voice loud and booming through the room. He slammed the door behind him. The sound was louder than a gunshot.
Sam turned around to face his brother. “I can explain,” Sam said moving away from the bed. He almost cried when he felt Blair’s hand fall away from his erection.