Fic: Forbidden Fruit - chapter 3/14
Author: amja7578
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 3:
Dean noticed that Sam seemed really happy lately. He asked her about school and if she’d made any friends and she told him about some girls she’d been hanging out with. However, she hadn’t mentioned any boyfriend, or any guy for that matter. And yet, she’d stopped staring at him so Dean thought it could’ve been just some phase she was going through -which was over now…thank God!- and felt truly relieved.
He was glad his sister was finally hanging out with kids of her own age. She’d begun going out on Fridays and Saturdays with her friends and always looked happy when she came back home. He’d picked her up a couple of times from the movie theatre and seen her saying goodbye to her new friends. Sam was turning into a normal teenager; she was now more out-going and didn’t spend all her time with her nose buried in some book. She still had more on her shoulders than most of her friends, though. She cooked, kept the house clean, did their laundry, and any other chore her father told her to do -not to mention hunting.... But at least she was enjoying life a little now, and she looked happy for the first time in a very long time.
Several weeks went by and Sam was all smiles. Dean was having breakfast and getting ready for work. He was looking for a clean shirt in the laundry basket when he found some clothes he didn’t recognize: tank tops, short skirts, satiny lace underwear. He couldn’t help frowning and smiling. Sam always wore baggy clothes, plain white cotton panties and bras, hoddies, and these clothes had nothing to do with what she’d normally put on. He didn’t say a word, though, just grabbed a shirt and pretended he hadn’t seen any of the garments.
That night Dean was supposed to go out on a date with a girl from the diner where he usually had lunch, but she’d somehow found out he was seeing some other girl from the grocery store and she stood him up. She’d even made a scene and called him a cheating bastard before storming out of the auto-shop. Quite frankly, he didn’t know why she’d reacted like that. Fine, he knew! But it wasn’t like they were dating or something so no need for the jealous outburst!
He didn’t give much thought to it anyways, and simply headed to the bar and had a few drinks. He wasn’t old enough, but he had his fake ID and so far, nobody had ever asked him for it. He had a beer, but got bored pretty soon -no hotties around!- and as he was feeling tired, he decided to call it a day and go home. He was surprised to arrive at the cabin and see that Sam wasn’t there. He thought hard and tried to remember if she’d said anything about visiting one of her friends in town or something like that, but he couldn’t recall anything.
And then, he remembered noticing that Sam seemed nervous early that morning. She’d said it was because of some test at school, but that was strange, she never got nervous when she had a test…at least not that nervous! He smiled to himself when he finally figured his kid sister must be out on a date!
He sat on the couch, ate some leftovers and watched an old movie on TV. It wasn’t particularly good and he soon fell asleep on the couch, and when he woke up, it was after midnight. Sam wasn’t home yet and he cursed. It was okay for her to date, but it was really late. Anyway, he was too tired now and he guessed Sam would be back soon, so he crawled towards his bed, lay down there and fell asleep with his clothes on guessing he could always yell at her next morning!
Later that night, Dean was awakened by some noises coming from the living room. He had a perfect view of it from his bed and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Sam with a guy…who happened to look a lot like him. He wasn’t fully awake and didn’t know if he was still dreaming because what he was witnessing didn’t make any sense to him, at all. He was lying on his stomach, on his bed, in the dark, with the door wide open, and was about to tell them he was there when he saw this guy kissing his sister. And it was no chaste kisses, no sir, the dude had his hands all over her, and was shoving his tongue so deep inside her mouth that it was probably hiting the back of her throat.
Dean was so astonished he almost choked and felt like bursting into the living room, but he couldn’t move, he just stayed on his bed watching them wide-eyed. Sam looked different too. She always had her hair up with some bangs falling over her face, but now her hair was down, long dark glossy waves that this guy kept stroking and smelling. Her clothes weren’t the ones she’d normally wear either. She had a blue blouse on and jeans that were a little bit too tight and fitted her curvy body perfectly.
The guy was all passionate about her, his hands were everywhere and then he led her to the couch. He sat on it first and then he placed her between his legs, her back pressed against his chest. Dean had a perfect front view of them now and couldn’t believe his own eyes.
He tilted her head and started kissing and licking her neck, long warm strokes of his tongue on her pearly skin as she rested her head on his shoulder. His hands, which were on her waist, moved towards the buttons of her shirt, and started undoing them slowly and gently. When he was finished, he took a long hungry look at her and kissed her lips while he helped her shrug off her shirt. Next, he gently slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders and ghosted her neck and shoulders with his fingertips.
Sam gasped and licked her lips as she ran her fingers through his spiky hair. She looked into his eyes filled with desire while he skillfully unclasped her bra, which he helped her take off, and then started kneading and cupping her breasts. As he did so, they continued kissing and he shifted one of his hands and directed it down south. He unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties. He began stimulating her and, after several minutes, Sam was moaning and writhing against him in pleasure, her breasts falling and rising with her heavy breath and locks of dark hair dancing over her smooth skin.
The guy kissed her and said “yeah, baby, you’re so beautiful…my Sammy…so perfect.” And then he went on “Does it feel good? Please tell me, is it good, babygirl?” Sam was so far gone in his arms that she couldn’t utter a coherent word, let alone a sentence. The only sounds coming from her were some incredibly sexy noises.
Dean couldn’t stop watching and couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. Of course, deep down he’d always known she was kinda cute, but not this freaking gorgeous, and least of all, that her kid sister was so totally, well, fuckable: beautiful hair, lovely face, full lips and breasts, flat stomach, smooth skin…and the most amazing curves.
He suddenly noticed his hard on and tried to will it away but it was impossible. His mind blamed it on the hotness of the whole situation -it was just like having your own private porn show, a guy and a really really hot girl especially performing for you. Of course, there was no way he’d admit he was turned on by her.
Luckily, he was lying on his stomach and he could bite on his bed sheets to hide his own heavy breath and keep as quiet as possible, but he almost failed when he saw her coming. She dropped her head back and shivered frantically while she cried out. She came so hard the guy had to hold her tight to keep her from falling. And now she had a dreamy gaze and was lying limp in the guy’s arms, who was kissing her lips and stroking her wavy hair. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and spoke to him “Wow! That felt really good…oh, I’m sorry, how about you? I can’t believe I was so greedy.” He looked into her eyes and softly replied “it’s ok, baby…you’ll have plenty of time to make it up to me!”
Sam giggled and blushed seeing she was almost naked and crossed her arms over her breasts trying to cover herself. The guy laughed a little and then said into her ear “please, don’t…I wanna see you…you’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” She moved her hands away in response and they kissed some more.
Then, all of a sudden, she shifted her body so that she was facing him and sat on his lap with her legs to each side. She looked at him and insisted on giving back the pleasure he’d just given her. She kissed and licked his neck and took off his shirt nervously.
“Are you sure you wanna do it? You don’t have to, you know.”
“I know...I want to…I just don’t know how…you’ll…have to show me,” she admitted shyly.
“Oh, baby, there’s so much I wanna show you! We’ll just take it slow, okay?”
“Okay.”
Then, he undid his fly and pulled out his already hard and aching member. She looked down and opened her eyes wide. He couldn’t help laughing and commented “you’d never seen one before, right, baby?” She blushed and shook her head and he stroked her cheek. He cupped her face and left a trail of kisses along her jaw line and lips. Then, he guided her hand and placed it on his length. He put his hand on top of hers and started stroking first, then gripping and pumping setting the pace. She understood what he was doing and played along.
She was so focused on this new sensation and the lust on his face that didn’t realize his other hand had left her face and moved south to her core. She suddenly felt his thumb circling her clit and his fingers gently pushing inside her. She rested her face on the small of his neck and they both moaned in time.
She was already overly stimulated and it didn’t take her long to come, and the guy had been holding it for so long that he came right after her. They were both covered by a film of sweat and so exhausted they could barely speak. They stayed in each other’s arms for a long while and then, seeing the mess they were in, she suggested getting clean.
They stood up and walked into the bathroom and Dean thanked God for it as he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to watch them without jerking himself off in frenzy. Some minutes later, Sam and the guy walked out of the bathroom. They were dressed now, “thank God” Dean thought again, and the guy headed towards the door. But right before leaving he turned around and said to her “hey, see you tomorrow morning at the coffeeshop, okay, sweetie?” She nodded and kissed him goodbye. She saw him leave, closed the door, and then leaned her back against it with a huge smile on her face.
Dean was glad the whole thing was finally over. He felt so horny and hard he thought he was going to pass out. Luckily, Sam went straight to her room and closed her door. That allowed him to finally let go of the breath he’d been holding and carefully -and quietly- closed his door as well. He tried to will his erection away, but he found it impossible with all the images of his sister refusing to get out of his head, so he simply pulled his pants and boxers down and took care of it. He felt greatly relieved when he dozed into sleep between the sheets, thinking it was the end of it, until he was fast asleep and dreamed of Sam with the guy…except it wasn’t the guy in his dream, this time it was him.
TBC
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