A Little Family Bonding Time Would Do Us Good

*PREVIOUSLY POSTED ON LJ IN AUGUST OF 2008*
Pairing: Dean/Sam, John/Dean, John/Dean/Sam
Word Count: 6120
Warnings: Graphic daddycest, incest, underage (quick mention of 12, though 13 and 1/2 in the main story), dubcon, threesome, double penetration, rough sex, prolapse, bottom!Dean.


Dean is sixteen the first time he and Sam have sex. Sam is twelve, still full of boyish youth and soft skin, baby fat lining his muscles, but he's laid out under Dean, and Dean doesn't even see the boy he is anymore, just the man that he knows his little brother will become one day.

As he thrusts into him, Sam kisses his full lips, telling Dean without words that he's been careful enough that it doesn't really hurt. They just fall into a rhythm, and Dean knows he should feel bad about taking his brother's virginity, but he can't bring himself to really care as Sam spills over the edge, hot come splattering between their bodies, and he feels himself release inside Sam's hot body, clenching tightly around him through his orgasm.

Dean has just turned eighteen when their father catches them together, evidence of their sex still hanging in the air, as Sam's semen cools on their skin, and Dean's breath is still panting in his little brother's ear.

He catches sight of their father standing in the doorway, sending a dark shadow cascading across the carpeting as his figure is silhouetted in the fluorescent glow from behind him. Dean expects him to say something, anything, but his father's expression is tight, his lips not moving, just his throat working, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in the light, before he turns and walks out of the room.

Dean grimaces as he pulls from Sam's body, still squeezed tight around his sensitive cock, and Sam's staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.

They don't talk about it, just run a discarded t-shirt over their bodies before they dress in a tense silence.

But when they walk out of the room, their father isn't there.

It isn't until morning that he comes back, and Dean honestly expects him to smell like whiskey as his father leans over him, arms braced on the side of the bed, his hot breath falling across Dean's face, but he doesn't, his breath smells sweet and Dean realizes he must have just brushed his teeth.

"Get up," he says simply, his voice devoid of anything that might signify his mood. Dean doesn't disobey the order given, opening his eyes wide and sitting up in the bed. He notices Sam's sitting up in his too, staring at them both with fear written all over his face.

"Sammy," their dad says in a gruff voice, not even turning to look at him as he levers himself off the bed to stand ramrod straight above Dean, "come sit next to your brother."

Sam doesn't speak, just pushes the covers away from his body and pads across the floor. Dean draws his legs up to his chest and shoves the blankets down, throwing his feet over the edge and looking up at their father as Sam settles onto the bed with a creak of the springs, Dean's weight falling against Sam's as the bed dips, sending them towards each other.

Their father swallows hard, and Dean rummages through his mind for anything useful, an excuse, anything at all, but he doesn't need to find anything because he's interrupted the instant he opens his mouth to speak.

"I don't want excuses, Dean. I don't even want an explanation. I saw everything I need to know."

There's a drawn-out pause and Sam wiggles in his place -- boyish energy probably still too much for him, despite the uncomfortable silence falling over the room, or maybe because of it -- his hip sliding against Dean's, and Dean's lower anatomy can't help but take an interest in his little brother's body pressed up against his by gravity. But he's expecting the worst, and he's trying to will his body under control with his father's watchful eyes on him, the front of his pajama pants tenting up as Sam moves again, his hand slipping over Dean's thigh by accident, fingers brushing against Dean's sudden hardness.

"It's obvious that you two have been doing this awhile," his voice causes Sam's hand to snap back against his body, as if suddenly aware of its position on Dean, but their father's eyes have already drawn to Dean's crotch, eyeing his developing erection.

Dean shifts uncomfortably, trying to cross his legs, but with Sam so close to him on the bed, it's next to impossible.

"Since you two seem to want to keep it in the family," there's a pause, and Dean's waiting for the venom in his father's voice, but there is none, just an odd tightness to his words that Dean can't quite place, "I thought I'd remind you that I'm a part of this family too. The main part."

Dean doesn't know if it's disgust or something else -- something darker -- that is uncoiling like a snake in his belly at his father's words, but he doesn't have time to think about it, because his father is talking again, and Sam's tense beside him.

"Anything you can do with each other, you should be able to do with me as well. After all, we're all family here, aren't we?" His lips pull tight across his face, and Dean thinks he looks a bit like a predator as Sam squeaks and closes a hand around Dean's bicep.

"It's not like that, Dad," Dean says before he can even stop himself.

Their father's smile just widens, as he kneels on the ground in front of them, his fingers reaching out towards the tent in Dean's pants, and he can't deny the rush that goes through him at the first touch of fingers to his hardened flesh -- still trapped behind cotton -- but he's trying hard to tell himself that it's just the pressure against it. Because there's no way in hell he wants this. Never in a million years.

"I told you, Dean, I don't want an explanation. This is what I want," he says, fingers working Dean through his pajama bottoms.

Sam makes to leave the bed, weight shifting suddenly, as if he realizes what's about to happen and it's turned into every man for himself, but their father's hand is steadying him, forcing him back to the bed.

"Not so fast there, Sammy. You have a part to play in this too."

Dean swears he hears Sam whimper at his words, but he's too busy staring at his father's hand, working itself into his pants to wrap around his cock, to really look over at his little brother.

It should probably feel sickening to have his father's hand on his dick, but blood is rushing to it, and he can't help the way he sucks in a sharp breath as his father's fingers circle the head, bringing Dean to full hardness so quickly, he's absolutely appalled with himself, wishing he could stop it, but instead he's lifting his ass so his father can pull his pants down over his hips to settle around his knees. He can't control the way his body jerks forward with the strokes of calloused fingers, and he can see Sammy out of the corner of his eye, staring at their father's hand as it works Dean. Sam's shifting on the bed, and Dean's been fucking him long enough to recognize the lust in his stance.

Dean's just distracted enough by Sam that the kiss aimed at his lips takes him completely by surprise, his father's coarse stubble biting into his skin as his chapped lips press against Dean's, tongue darting out to taste and tease. And Dean doesn't react at first, isn't sure how to, because it's one thing to let your father jerk you off, but kissing is something that he can't just block out, the intimacy of it too much. It makes everything too real, and Dean can't decide whether he's really as repulsed as he wants to be when his father's tongue pries its way into Dean's mouth, licking at the spit pooling on his tongue with its lack of movement.

The kiss is slick and messy as Dean relaxes into it, opening his mouth willingly for his father, his own tongue shyly pushing into the hot mouth around his. And Dean knows he should stop this, he really does. He knows how sick this is, because it's different with Sammy, it doesn't feel as wrong; but Dean doesn't think he can stop it with how turned on he is, just his father's hand still wrapped around his cock, with his brother's eyes on him, and Dean's deciding that maybe he likes how wrong it all feels. It gives him a flutter in his stomach to think about it, about how fucked up this all is, especially when Sam pushes their father from his lips, and leans down for a kiss of his own, his mouth brutal against Dean's. Dean's never felt him kiss so possessively before, but he likes it, likes the way Sammy's teeth catch on his lower lip, likes the way they draw blood only to have it licked away by his velvet tongue. He likes the way Sam growls deep in his throat as he glances at their father from the corner of his eye, likes the tension between them as they battle for him.

And then their father backs off to let Sam have his way, his fingers still wrapped around Dean, despite the distance he's put between them. Dean can't help but feel a little disappointed, but when he opens his mouth to say so, Sam's there, occupying it before he can let any words out.

Sam could probably cut diamonds with his cock he's so fucking hard, and Dean can feel it, stabbing him in the belly as Sam kisses him with all his power, using every technique that Dean taught him. Dean likes to think he's a nice brother, so it's only natural that he should stop propping his body up with his arm and let his hand slide up his brother's thigh, to bring him closer, practically pulling his little brother into his lap, Sammy's ass just inches from where their father's hand jerks Dean's cock in long, tight strokes, spreading precome over the shaft.

"Don't be so selfish, Sammy," their dad says after a long moment of Sam sliding against his stomach, his hard cock drawing dampening circles over his bare belly, even through the cotton of his pajama bottoms, and Dean can't believe how turned on he is. Really, this situation is ten kinds of fucked up, but somewhere a wire must have been crossed, because he feels himself growing impossibly hard, his cock dripping precome over his father's fingers as they twist under the head, as if trying to get Dean's attention back on him.

"You've had Dean so many times already, Sammy, and I haven't even had him once," their father tells his little brother, moving his hand off Dean's dick in favor of trying to pull Sam from the place he's settled on Dean's pelvic bone. But it's not an easy task because Sam won't budge. He's too busy grinding his cock against Dean to really care what their father's saying, and Dean should be protesting it, telling their dad to get the hell off of them both, but he's too busy watching the way Sam's young face darkens as he finds more friction, taking the opportunity to push against Dean's bare cock now that the hand is gone from it.

And well, it's not much incentive for Dean to do anything but sit there and let Sam practically dry hump him in front of their father.

But it's only a moment before their dad's superior muscles come into play, picking Sam up to throw him bodily to the bed beside Dean, not even caring when he rolls off the other side, quickly standing up and looking pissed off.

Dean's so distracted with watching his little brother stomp over to the other side of the bed, like a spoiled child that can't get what he wants, that it takes him a minute to realize that his dad has pushed him flat on his back, his engorged cock standing on end as his father spreads his legs, pushing his thighs aside as far as they'll go with his pants still stuck around his knees. But the problem is easily rectified when he pulls them down Dean's legs and now he's lying completely naked on the bed, his little brother standing behind his father with a pout on his face as their dad unbuckles his belt.

"You're going to beg for my cock, Dean. Just like a good little whore," he says with a moan, and Dean can tell how much it's turning him on just thinking about sinking into his ass. Normally Dean wouldn't let anyone get away with dialog like that, because Jesus Christ, talk about a bad porn, but this is his father, who's currently pushing his pants down his hips to reveal his throbbing cock. And well, if Dean's having a little doubt now, this might be the time, because he's never actually been on the receiving end before, and he's not sure if he really wants to be as he watches the cock in front of him twitch and leak precome.

"I'm going to fuck you long and hard," he tells Dean as he leans over the bed, his knees settling behind Dean's thighs, as his body drapes over Dean's chest, pushing his legs up in the air, lips inches from his ear. "And then," he starts up again, teeth catching Dean's earlobe and Dean never thought he could ever find that hot, but the way his father's already panting in his ear at the mere thought of it, is causing his cock to jerk and ooze liquid all over his father's stomach, "then I'm going to watch as Sammy fucks you into the mattress," he finishes and they're both panting now.

That thought definitely makes Dean happy, because his cock suddenly slaps against his belly, leaving a trail of liquid across his father's naked skin as it does.

The idea obviously gives Sammy a funny feeling too, because he's shifting back and forth on his feet, one hand cupping himself through his pants with a moan, not even trying to hide how turned on he is, even if Dean can still see the jealousy and possession burning in his eyes.

"Do you hear that, Dean?" their father says, lining his cock up with Dean's and letting them skid together as his fingers slide down the crack of his ass to push lightly against his hole. "Sammy likes the idea. Can't wait to have your ass." And now two fingers are pushing into Dean, his own precome the only thing easing the way, and while it's not exactly unpleasant, Dean knows it could be a lot more comfortable.

"Sammy," Dean finally gets out after a moment, biting off a moan as his father's rough fingers stretch him, "the drawer."

And though it takes Sam a few seconds for his hand to leave his pants, he's nodding at Dean, his eyes still narrowed at the back blocking most of Dean's body from his view, but he does fumble open the wooden drawer of the bedside table and then tosses a half-used bottle of lube to the blankets beside Dean's head.

Their father wastes no time removing his fingers from Dean's ass and popping the little bottle open to slick his fingers up, before them back into Dean in record time. The fingers are scissoring, stretching Dean even farther than he ever thought possible, urging them in and out of his body with a steady rhythm. And really, the only thing Dean wants now is for someone, anyone to just fuck him because he doesn't know how much longer he'll last and it's killing him.

His dad must understand that because he's pulling his digits from Dean's body and slicking up his cock, and Dean's trying hard to resist thrusting his hips because his cock has been aching for awhile now and he just wants to come.

It doesn't take him long to work past the resistance of Dean's body, not even bothering with taking it slow, just plunging in as far as he can, his hips pressed tight against Dean's ass as he presses his legs up to his chest. Dean thinks he's lucky to be as flexible as he is, because otherwise this position would fucking hurt. Which isn't to say his father's cock settled deep inside him isn't making him ache, but he's pretty sure when all this is said and done, an ache in his ass is going to be the least of his problems, because his fucking father is pulling out, only to drive his cock right back in with a grunt, and Dean can't believe he's let it go this far.

But disbelief quickly gives way to pleasure, as his dad changes the angle, so he's pounding hard right against the sweet spot inside Dean that is causing his legs to shake and his cock to leak between their bodies. The pace of the fucking is much faster than he's ever used on Sam, but he likes it, likes the brutal, possessive feel of his father's cock sliding inside of him.

He tries to bite back a moan, but it comes out anyway as shaky as his breath, and his father grins at him. Dean's so ashamed to admit how much he's enjoying it, and he's thankful he can't see Sammy's face, because he can only imagine the look of betrayal that must be on it right now.

"Come on, Dean, let Sammy hear how much you love it." Dean's fingers clench the thick blankets beneath him at the words, arching his body against his father's as his knees are pushed almost all the way to the covers now, his father up on his knees.

"Please, Daddy!" He's nearly crying now, it feels so good, the way his father's cock is buried impossibly deep inside of him.

"Tell me what you want, Dean. Tell me, baby," and those words should never sound that sleazy coming from his father's lips, but with his thick, pulsating cock buried inside Dean's tight body, Dean supposes anything his father says at this point would sound sleazy.

"Oh! God! Fuck me harder, Daddy!" Dean doesn't know where it comes from, just that bubbles up out of his throat between harsh breaths as white hot pleasure sparks behind his eyelids. Dean doesn't honestly think it's possible for the fucking to be any harder, really, but he's proven wrong when his dad leans over him, pressing his legs as far forward as they'll go before he picks up the already bruising pace, his fingers circling Dean's wrists and pinning them to the bedspread.

When his father's teeth sink into his collarbone, blood flowing up to the surface, Dean finally loses it completely, his breath catching in his throat with a sob that he's sure to deny later. His come splatters hot between their bodies, his cock still trapped between them, completely untouched, and suddenly he can breathe again, riding the waves of his orgasm as his father spills inside him as well.

Dean's still for a moment, his body tired, as his father licks the blood from his collarbone like a cat lapping at a saucer of milk.

They kiss long and slow afterwards, his father's cock still inside him, squishing uncomfortably through the come filling him, as he leans forward to catch Dean's lips in his own, the metallic taste of Dean's own blood clear on his father's lips.

Dean can't stop the whimper that passes his lips as the cock in his ass is removed, his body clenching tightly around it, trying hard to keep it there, but his dad is letting go of Dean's legs, pushing himself off of him and letting his body flop uselessly to the mattress, completely spent.

"I hope you're not done yet, Dean. Sammy hasn't even gotten his chance yet," his father tells him as he levers himself off the now soiled bed. "And we don't want Sammy to feel left out, do we?"

No, Dean really doesn't want to deny Sammy the chance, but he's so tired right now, he could happily drift off to sleep. But he doesn't really get a choice, because Sam is leaning over him, hands and knees planted on the bed, their father's hand resting on his back, forcing him down towards Dean's naked body.

"Come on, Sammy. You want to be a man, don't you? You have to learn to take what you want," and suddenly this seems so wrong to Dean, worse than when his father was fucking him. Because Sam's taking the bait their dad offers him, never mind that he's still hard, and he has no idea how Sam's held out as long as he has, but Sam's leaning over him, pressing his chest against Dean's, body snaking up to kiss Dean's lips. The kiss is softer than the last one Sam gave him, less possessive, as if he's suddenly unsure of himself now that the pressure is on, and Dean thinks he understands the feeling, because he's not quite sure he wants to do this with his father watching. It was different with Sammy's eyes on them, but it somehow seems so much dirtier now that their father is gazing over his brother's back, his fingers biting into Dean's thighs as Sam settles between his parted legs.

As Sam's fingers wrap around Dean's soft cock, though, Dean finds himself not really caring who the hell else is in the room with them, because suddenly the only thing he can think about is the warm hand stroking him back to hardness in an instant. He's barely eighteen after all, so really, he's amazed that it even takes him this long to recover. Normally if Sam so much as looked at him he'd be sporting wood, but then again, he's never been fucked before, and he's amazed he can even get it up again after that orgasm. He's not really sure if he's ready for another one or not, even if this one is more welcome by default because Sammy will be the one giving it to him.

Sam waits until his cock is aching and precome is flowing happily over Sam's fingers before he slicks up his fingers with lube and crams two into Dean, far too roughly. Not that Dean cares, because after the pounding he got from his father only minutes before, Sam's thin fingers feel like virtually nothing. Still, he can't help but moan as they curl upwards and brush his prostate.

This isn't the first time he's had Sam's fingers in his ass, and he'd say Sam definitely knows what he's doing in that respect, even if Sam never went all the way with it, just slipped them in during blowjobs, slick with his spit. But Sam's currently rubbing two well aimed fingers against the sweet spot inside him, and he can't stop the way his back arches off the bed trying to get Sam to go deeper, to get more, barely able to contain his excitement at the idea of being filled with Sam's cock.

He nearly forgets their father's hands caressing his thighs, until he speaks up, startling Sam out of the look of concentration that's settled on his features as he's delving deep inside Dean, until he speaks,

"I've already done all the work, Sammy. Can't you see how badly your brother wants you to just fuck him? He's acting like a whore for your cock, Sammy, so give him what he wants."

Dean could very nearly cry when Sam's fingers slide out of his ass, and he's settling back down onto the bed, spreading his legs in anticipation as Sam stares down at him with wide eyes.

"Come on, Sammy," he says encouragingly, bracing his body with an elbow, the other hand coming out to gently tug at the waist of Sammy's pajama bottoms, currently soaked through with precome. And Sam obviously gets the hint, yanking them down over his hips and kicking them off his legs, very nearly kicking their father in his eagerness. But their dad just sidesteps the movement, as if waiting for it, then resumes his place behind Sammy, spreading Dean's legs open wider.

Then Sam's holding the lube in his hand, looking up at Dean with nervous eyes.

"It's alright, Sammy," he tells him gently before he plucks the bottle out of his hand, and opens it, squeezing some out into Sam's open palm and dropping the bottle to the bedspread before he guides Sam's hand to his cock. He wraps his hand around Sam's, stroking gently, spreading the lube around and milking more precome from Sam's already leaking cock before he pulls away to lean back against his elbows.

It takes him a few minutes, but their father's urging Dean's legs forward, balanced on his knees at the edge of the bed, and Sam's fitting himself in between Dean's ass-cheeks. His cock is smearing liquid over Dean's used hole for a few seconds when their father finally gives a sigh of frustration at the slow movement of his private show and he releases Dean's knees in favor of gripping Sam's hips and guiding his cock inside of Dean.

When Sam finally presses into him -- slowly slipping inch after inch inside, their father's come squishing unpleasantly as his body accommodates his brother's cock, until Sam's balls are resting against the cradle of Dean's ass -- he honestly can't help but be amazed at his father's recovery time as he watches over Sam's shoulder, because he's already getting hard again watching his sons fuck on the rumpled bed, and the show has barely started.

Their father stands up from the bed for what Dean can only assume is a better view, and Sam slowly pulls out of Dean's body almost all the way until just the head of his cock is still inside, then unsteadily pushes back in, his hands falling on Dean's chest as he lies back against the blankets.

Sam's thrusts are slow and uneven, and it's pretty obvious to anyone watching -- like their dad -- that Sam's never done this before, and Dean's wiggling in his place, his hands coming out to circle around Sam's hips, trying to bring him closer, because he just wants more, but Sam's trying too hard to be cautious.

And Dean understands the need he feels to be careful, really he does, but fuck if he isn't two seconds away from throwing Sammy flat onto his back and just riding him for all he's worth.

Thankfully, the moment never comes, because it isn't long before their father's had enough of Sam's carefulness, and places his hand on his shoulder, stilling his movements and forcing Sam's shoulders to hunch up as his body goes on the defensive. "Here, Sammy, let me guide you," and there's a terrifying moment where Dean thinks that their father is actually going to fuck Sam, but then he says, "Dean, lift yourself up so you're sitting on Sammy's lap." Dean breathes a sigh of relief at the words, and Sam becomes noticeably less tense as well, his hands slipping from Dean's body to lean back on his haunches.

Dean obediently sits up, carefully letting Sam pull out of him so they can reposition, Sam's legs straightening underneath Dean, before he quickly sinks back down on his brother's cock again, knees pressed firmly into the bedspread, gripping at Sam's shoulders as it changes the angle inside him for a whole new sensation. Then their father slides behind him on the bed, the springs creaking dangerously as the mattress dips under his weight, bringing Dean against his chest as they both tumble towards him.

Dean's erection is bumping against his brother's belly, and for the first time, Dean's actually happy that Sam's nearly as tall as him, because otherwise this position would be awkward for them both. As it stands, Sam's hip bones are grinding against his pelvis and his father's cock is pushing against his back, creating a rather awkward arrangement already. But Sam's eager young body wastes no time, not even noticing how uncomfortable Dean's feeling, gliding his cock up into Dean, his hips working to adjust to the new angle presented to him. Sam doesn't get far, however, because their father's arms are circling around Dean's waist and stilling his brother's thrusts with rough hands.

"Wait for me, Sammy," and there's a sudden realization for Dean in those words, that he knows where this is going, but hopes to god that he's wrong because there's just no way it will work. But his hopes are dashed as his father's hand travels down his side, then comes under his body, lube-covered fingers sliding into his ass alongside his brother's cock. He can see the discomfort on Sam's face at the sudden tightness around his dick as Dean's hole is forced to stretch around the thickness of the fingers scissoring him open.

Then there's not even a warning before his fingers drag from Dean's body and his father is pulling him and Sam half on his lap, their bodies compressed close together and Dean is sandwiched in between the two of them, his breath being crushed from his lungs as his father tugs Sam's hips snug against his.

His cock is nudging at Dean's hole, forcing his muscles to constrict as he pushes the head inside his resisting body. He's trying to make himself relax, but his whole body is screaming at the sudden intrusion.

"Come on, Dean, take it like a man," his father's whispering in his ear and then a hand squeezes between his and Sam's body to grip his cock, but he's not sure whose it is, because his eyes are screwed shut, wetness clinging to the corners, and he's thankful that it's Sam in front of him, Sam's lips on his instead of his father's, because he doesn't think his father would understand the tears in his eyes.

"Yes, Daddy," he says, obediently, feeling his father's cock twitch as he lets the words out, his lips pressed tight against Sam's, realizing how much the words turn his father on as he thrusts quicker into Dean's body, as if unable to hold back.

The fingertips gliding over the crown of his cock are soft, lacking the rough callouses born from hunting, and Dean realizes that it must be Sam's hand stroking him, tricking his body into submission so his father can ease his throbbing cock into his unwilling body.

Finally, after an eternity of his ass being ripped open inch by inch with his father's cock, it's all the way inside of him, and Dean's seated completely on their cocks, his body relaxing as his legs very nearly give out after all the effort of hovering above their bodies until they're both inside him.

When Dean opens his eyes, Sam's not even looking at him, his eyes are narrowed, anger clear on his young face as his vision is fixed over Dean's shoulder on their father. For a long moment Dean's actually afraid that this is going to get violent, and he's going to be trapped in the middle with no way to get out, but then his father's arms snake around his waist to steady Sam's hips, the tension suddenly easing out of the two of them.

Then they're both moving inside him, their father first, then Sammy following, his hips dropping down to meet his father's. It takes them a few tries, but eventually, they have it down, both of them moving at different times to give Dean constant stimulation. His fingers are biting into Sam's shoulders, drawing blood under his nails as they all move together, his father and his brother thrusting upwards while Dean grinds his hips down on their cocks. He's arching his back and his dad is sucking at the crook of his neck as he rides them both, his body overflowing with pleasure, Sam's hand still pumping his cock in slow strokes, driving Dean wild.

"Faster, Sammy," he says, but it's his father's hand that quickens the pace, wrapping around Sam's to grip harder, his knuckles digging into Dean's stomach at every upstroke, his hips snapping upward faster, harder as well. Sam follows his breakneck speed, and Dean can barely keep himself upright anymore, his body tight against Sam's, his lips hard against his brother's as his arms slide around his shoulders to grip him hard.

Sam spills over first, his teeth slicing through Dean's lip as his entire body tenses up, his hips stilling as his hot come fills Dean's body, only to be jammed further in by his father's cock, still hard and pumping into him, drawing almost all the way out with Sam's softening cock before he pounds back in, pubic hair tickling Dean's ass as he drives in as deep as he can now that he's the only one occupying Dean's passage.

It doesn't take Dean much longer before he comes as well, his hole contracting around his father's thick cock as his little brother's fingers flick over the head of Dean's. One, two thrusts and his father is following, his hands planted on Dean's shoulders, fingers pressing bruises into his flesh as he forces Dean's body down to meet his, his insides protesting the third helping of semen that's being fed into his body, trying hard to eject it.

Finally, his father's grip is easing from his body, and his cock is sliding out of his ass along with his and Sam's come, mixing together in a way the two people never could.

He feels stretched out, the entire lining of his normally tight channel feels loose as the come drips from his body, and he swears he can feel some of his insides slip past his worn-out muscles, along with the sticky substance currently making a puddle on the already soiled bedspread between their thighs.

If either of them notice Dean's problem though, they don't say anything. Maybe they're too wrapped up in glaring at each other over Dean's body, he doesn't know, and he's not sure he wants to, far too content to lean against his father's chest with his eyes closed, willing his body to calm the fuck down after having a second orgasm in such a short amount of time.

Dean's legs are shaking, his entire body feeling weak, as Sam's thighs slide out from underneath his ass, and now he's sitting completely in his father's lap, his softening cock slipping between the cheeks of Dean's ass, rubbing against his abused hole and pressing against the soft, sensitive flesh sagging from his body.

He must notice the difference in the skin he's sliding his still slippery cock along, because he plants nipping kisses to Dean's shoulder as he moves his hand down between Dean's spread legs and shoves the loose insides back into his ring of muscle, before his arm snakes around Dean's waist.

Dean gives a sigh of relief at the feeling, then finally opens his eyes, only to realize that Sammy's presence is gone from the room. He worries for a moment that Sam's upset with him and their father, but he spots Sam coming back through the doorway with a washcloth in one hand and a towel in the other.

Sam sets the towel on the edge of the bed, then crawls back onto the used blankets, settling on his knees in front of Dean, and then he gently wipes Dean's taut stomach free of the semen flaking and drying on his skin.

He leans forward, nearly tumbling out of his father's lap, and would have if it wasn't for the well-muscled bicep encircling his waist, and takes Sam's mouth against his own, kissing slow and sloppy as his brother's fingers wrapped in damp cloth travel down the length of his body to brush at his entrance, washing him free of the mingling semen clinging to the hair and muscles.

Maybe it's wrong, hell, he knows it's horrible as fuck, but he can't help the flutter in the pit of his stomach as his father's arms tighten around him and Sam's mouth presses against his. It's clear that nothing has been resolved, and Dean should be anxious about the fact that his father and brother will probably always continue to fight over him, but he knows all he can do is meet them both halfway and try to be the glue that holds his family together.

END.