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kingswinchester:

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crazylittlethingcalledwincest:

Sam is fourteen, but his tall frame and the first approach of broad shoulders and muscled arms are trying to tell a different story. Only his eyes are the same as always; huge and shiny and reason number one for Dean’s sleepless nights. Because he knew these eyes will get him in trouble some day and this day has apparently come. 
“No, Sammy! We can’t take a bath together, dammit!” 
Pink lips curl into a pout. 
“But Dean”, he whines, “we used to bathe together all the time!” 
Dean sighs. Seriously, this kid. 
“Right, we used! You’re too big to bathe with me. Why the hell would you want that anyway?” 
Sam doesn’t answer, but there is a naughty glim in his eyes that makes Dean’s toes curl and his dick jump in his jeans and when Sammy speaks again it’s lower than before, almost seductive. 
“What are you afraid of, Dean? What’s the worst thing that could happen?” 
He reaches out and grasps Dean’s wrist with his big hand. 
“Come on, I’ll be good, promise.” 
And Dean can think of at least a billion reasons why this is a very bad idea, but it’s not like he’s got a chance against his baby brother. So he doesn’t say no when Sammy undresses him, doesn’t say stop when Sammy lets his hands wander over his naked chest and doesn’t bite back the moan escaping his throat when their cocks rub against each other for the first time. 
It’s perfect and everything Dean ever wanted, but never thought he could have and he has to admit, that Sammy has the best ideas sometimes.

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crazylittlethingcalledwincest:

Sam is fourteen, but his tall frame and the first approach of broad shoulders and muscled arms are trying to tell a different story. Only his eyes are the same as always; huge and shiny and reason number one for Dean’s sleepless nights. Because he knew these eyes will get him in trouble some day and this day has apparently come.

“No, Sammy! We can’t take a bath together, dammit!”

Pink lips curl into a pout.

“But Dean”, he whines, “we used to bathe together all the time!”

Dean sighs. Seriously, this kid.

“Right, we used! You’re too big to bathe with me. Why the hell would you want that anyway?”

Sam doesn’t answer, but there is a naughty glim in his eyes that makes Dean’s toes curl and his dick jump in his jeans and when Sammy speaks again it’s lower than before, almost seductive.

“What are you afraid of, Dean? What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

He reaches out and grasps Dean’s wrist with his big hand.

“Come on, I’ll be good, promise.”

And Dean can think of at least a billion reasons why this is a very bad idea, but it’s not like he’s got a chance against his baby brother. So he doesn’t say no when Sammy undresses him, doesn’t say stop when Sammy lets his hands wander over his naked chest and doesn’t bite back the moan escaping his throat when their cocks rub against each other for the first time.

It’s perfect and everything Dean ever wanted, but never thought he could have and he has to admit, that Sammy has the best ideas sometimes.

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dailywincestj2:

Jensen’s not gay. He’s a straight Texan man, who loves drinking beer and watching football, and who gets more pussy than everyone he knows. And yet, Jared’s cock feels so good against his, makes him all hard and leaking and more turned on than he usually gets.
"Do you want me to stop?" Jared asks.
Jensen doesn’t even hesitate. “Fuck no,” he says.
"So fucking hot, Jensen. Do you- do you want to blow me? I mean, I’ll totally blow you too but I really want your mouth on me."
The thing is, Jensen kinda wants it. Okay, he really wants it. He still isn’t gay, but Jared’s cock in his mouth sounds really perfect right now.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay. I’m not gay, though."
"Of course you’re not," Jared agrees. "Spit or swallow?"
Jensen really loves when girls swallow. “Yeah, I’ll swallow.”

dailywincestj2:

Jensen’s not gay. He’s a straight Texan man, who loves drinking beer and watching football, and who gets more pussy than everyone he knows. And yet, Jared’s cock feels so good against his, makes him all hard and leaking and more turned on than he usually gets.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jared asks.

Jensen doesn’t even hesitate. “Fuck no,” he says.

"So fucking hot, Jensen. Do you- do you want to blow me? I mean, I’ll totally blow you too but I really want your mouth on me."

The thing is, Jensen kinda wants it. Okay, he really wants it. He still isn’t gay, but Jared’s cock in his mouth sounds really perfect right now.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. I’m not gay, though."

"Of course you’re not," Jared agrees. "Spit or swallow?"

Jensen really loves when girls swallow. “Yeah, I’ll swallow.”

 - Hi, Uncle Jensen.
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insane-witch-21847:

«Hi, Uncle Jensen.» VanCon 2014

I could listen to it forever.

jaysisfeck:

Don’t touch, Sammy. Not yet.It was harder than Sam thought to keep his hands to himself with Dean’s full lips sliding up and down his shaft- With his brother’s bottle green eyes staring up through long eyelashes women would kill for.But Sam kept his hands on the mattress and his fingers curled tightly in the sheets instead of brushing them through his hair. Even when Dean twisted his head as he bobbed and had a needy set of moans pouring out of his lips. 

jaysisfeck:

Don’t touch, Sammy. 
Not yet.

It was harder than Sam thought to keep his hands to himself with Dean’s full lips sliding up and down his shaft- With his brother’s bottle green eyes staring up through long eyelashes women would kill for.
But Sam kept his hands on the mattress and his fingers curled tightly in the sheets instead of brushing them through his hair. Even when Dean twisted his head as he bobbed and had a needy set of moans pouring out of his lips. 

jaysisfeck:

The Mark of Cain has done a number on Dean’s muscle. Places that were soft had toned. Slopes across his chest became deep valleys cut across his skin. He knew it, too…Knew how he looked by the way Sam stood with a slacked jaw in the doorway. 
Did didn’t stop; in fact he only got more into the performance, moaning and rolling his whole body up into his stroking fist as he came hard against his newly muscled chest. 

jaysisfeck:

The Mark of Cain has done a number on Dean’s muscle. Places that were soft had toned. Slopes across his chest became deep valleys cut across his skin. He knew it, too…Knew how he looked by the way Sam stood with a slacked jaw in the doorway. 

Did didn’t stop; in fact he only got more into the performance, moaning and rolling his whole body up into his stroking fist as he came hard against his newly muscled chest. 

jaysisfeck:

As much as Sam likes the feeling of Dean’s scruff, his lips and tongue always win out in the end.

jaysisfeck:

As much as Sam likes the feeling of Dean’s scruff, his lips and tongue always win out in the end.

bottomupcas:

 
jaysisfeck:

Dean is always vocal with Sam. Usually, there’s nothing better than hearing him moan his little brother’s name - But sometimes they can’t really afford it. Some hotels have paper thin walls, and sometimes getting thrown out just isn’t in the cards. 
If he can’t swallow Dean’s sounds in kisses, he’ll wrap a muscled arm around him instead. Dean tucks his head against it, letting all those noises muffle against his brother’s skin. Sam always obliges and lets his fingers splay over Dean’s hips, steadying them both so they can go over that edge together.

jaysisfeck:

Dean is always vocal with Sam. Usually, there’s nothing better than hearing him moan his little brother’s name - But sometimes they can’t really afford it. Some hotels have paper thin walls, and sometimes getting thrown out just isn’t in the cards. 

If he can’t swallow Dean’s sounds in kisses, he’ll wrap a muscled arm around him instead. Dean tucks his head against it, letting all those noises muffle against his brother’s skin. Sam always obliges and lets his fingers splay over Dean’s hips, steadying them both so they can go over that edge together.