This Wasn't in the Brochure

Sam knew there were times when he could push Dean’s buttons and get away with it. He could always do it to a certain extent, but other times, Dean would snap and Sam knew not to argue.

Getting caught with porn dealing with incest would be one of those times.

When Dean repeated what he said, stripping and getting on the bed, Sam did it without any hesitation. He didn’t know what the outcome was going to be, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t going to enjoy this, because it looked liked his dream was finally going to come true.

Sam took his time in taking his clothes off. He started with his shirt, pulling it ever so slowly over his abs and chest. After dropping the shirt, he unbuttoned his jeans. He cursed himself for wearing the ones with no zipper, but with four other buttons.

He stepped out of his jeans and with one tug of his thumbs, he briefs came down. It was kinda hard to miss the hitching of Dean’s breath. Sam smiled to himself at his effect on his brother.

He really was going to enjoy this wasn’t he?

Sam crawled on the bed, giving Dean a perfect view of his ass. He turned over onto his back, arms at his side.

He waited.

And waited some more, but nothing happened.

Sam chanced a look at Dean and was rewarded with his brother standing in nothing but his boxers. He was even happier to see a large tent in them.

Dean picked up Sam’s laptop and brought it over to the nightstand beside the bed. The screen was blank, just showing Sam’s background.

“Pick a clip, any clip and I’ll make it come true,” Dean smiled.

Sam just about died! Was Dean really going to do this, touch his brother?

“Are you serious?” Sam asked in a whisper. Dean’s eyes said all, so Sam turned on his side and started opening several files.

After clicking the first one, he stared at Dean.

“A little tame don’t you think?” Dean chuckled as he straddled Sam’s thighs.

“I wanted to start slow,” Sam confessed as Dean took his left nipple in his mouth. His back arched at the feeling and he moaned loudly. He could tell already this was going to be a long night, and he didn’t even plan on going all the way.

But how did Dean feel about that?

As if reading Sam’s mind, Dean stopped his slow torture. “We’ll go as far as you want, Sammy.”

Dean went back to sucking on Sam’s nipples. He gave each decent work, making sure Sam enjoyed every minute of it.

“I think I’ve given you enough of that,” Dean smirked. “Next clip, please.”

After coming back down to Earth, Sam willed his arm to move to his laptop. He wanted this to last forever, but he needed to cum very, very soon.

The second clip featured a man, brunet, writhing in pleasure on his back, while another, a blond, had his face buried between the brunets legs.

“I think I can do that,” Dean licked his lips as he took Sam’s hard cock in his hands. Sam closed his eyes, not seeing the look on Dean’s face.

Dean was mesmerized. Yes, he’d been with men before, but they weren’t Sam. They couldn’t even compare. He loved every inch of his brother’s body, especially the part in his hands that he continued stroking before taking the head in his mouth.

“Fuck!” Sam cried out. He pried his eyes open to watch Dean work. How in the world did Dean know how to do this? He watched his brother swallow inch by inch of his leaking cock.

Dean was buried between Sam’s legs, and he loved every second of it. The taste and smells overloaded his senses. He couldn’t take it anymore as his hand went into the slit of his boxers and pulled out his equally hard cock. He matched his pace on Sam with his hand; long, slow strokes.

After taking a quick look at the screen, Sam decided to mimic it. It took a lot of power on his part, but he finally managed to unclench his fingers and place them on Dean’s head to control his movements.

Dean got the message and stopped his own movements. Sam was in control, and if he wanted to move Dean’s head, then Dean wasn’t going to stop him. What he did have control over, however, was his tongue.

“Motherfu--ugh!” Sam yelled when he felt Dean’s tongue on the underside of his cock. “Don’t stop!”

Dean had no intention of stopping, but he wanted to give Sam more pleasure.

“Pick another clip,” Dean said between breaths.

Sam could do nothing but roll his eyes. Leave it to Dean to ruin this moment. Though he had to agree, watching Dean stroke himself made him wanting to find his release; and he knew just the clip to end it all.

“You’ve gotta stop that before this is all over,” Sam laughed at Dean’s eagerness. Dean smirked and sat back on his legs.

Sam chose the last clip, well, he hoped it would be the last and waited for Dean’s approval.

“Where’s the lube?” was all Dean asked. After being told, Dean unscrewed the tube and coated his middle finger with the substance.

Sam lifted his hips as Dean placed his finger at his virgin hole.

“Just relax, Sammy,” Dean whispered as he watched his finger disappear.

With all the porn he’d seen and read, Sam thought he was well prepared. He was utterly wrong, as he clenched tightly around Dean’s finger. He tried to relax, and found that it was really rewarding. Dean’s finger was up to the knuckle, something neither brother expected to happen.

With his right hand, Dean went back to stroking Sam.

“This should probably help in the relaxation department,” he smirked as his brother went into a fit of screams.

Without asking, Dean added his index finger. Sam was tight, a little too tight, and Dean hoped his brother would let him fix that sometime soon.

“Mouth,” was all Sam could say.

It took Dean a second to realize what Sam wanted, but when it finally hit him, he couldn’t help but laugh.

He bent down and took Sam’s length back into his mouth; his fingers still moving inside him.

Dean tried a little move he knew Sam would love. He separated his fingers, effectively scissoring his brother as he continued to suck Sam off.

“Gonna cum,” Sam said barely above a whisper.

Dean barely made it as he let Sam’s cock fall from his mouth. Long, thick strands of cum landed on Sam’s chest, one even hitting his chin.

Sam’s toes curled and his eyes snapped shut as his body convulsed from the shock of the orgasm. His breathing slowed, but that was all he could remember as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Sam awoke sometime after, nice and clean, in Dean’s arms.

“Good, you’re awake,” Dean chuckled. “You had me worried for a second.”

“I didn’t expect it to feel like that,” Sam admitted.

“You know what this means right?” Dean kissed Sam’s neck.

“Yea, I need to password protect my laptop next time,” Sam laughed.

“No, I was thinking you need to take care of my problem now,” Dean guided Sam’s hand to his still hard cock.

Sam turned to look at his brother and then the laptop that was still sitting on top of the dresser next to the bed.

“Pick a clip then,” Sam said full of renewed lust.

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This is the end… Maybe… Probably… I dunno!