#bigbroverse

Oh god 'filling her up is dad's job' is crazy work

♱ ... DEAN + SAM WINCHESTER ... ♱ 18+ MDNI cw: fauxcest bigbroverse tag Read the previous ask here

Sammy can’t help get turned on when she’s doing innocent domestic things like cooking dinner or washing dishes or folding laundry. But Dean is all over r just after a hunt all sweaty and covered in blood.

The duality of man (reader)

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And they get so frustrated when the other one dresses you. Neither of them really mind what you wear--they have their preferences and things they'll buy you but it comes down to the battle of the panties. Sam will not let anything that isn't cotton touch your cunt. He knows how bad synthetic panties are, and he will literally throw the polyester shit dean buys you away. If you're all out shopping together dean is picking up little scraps of red and black with abandon (they're small how expensive can they be?) and sam is putting them back if the gusset isn't cotton. He checks each one meticulously, making sure there aren't any seams to annoy you and it won't create any bad panty lines while dean's far more concerned with how they'll look on film.

I love talking about daddy dean and his wards! This is also my contribution to what is hopefully an influx of dry humping fics

It might start off pretty innocent, dean asking sam to watch you while he gets some things done, but when he gets back you have sam painting your nails. He's blowing on each finger to help them dry, driving the tv remote so you don't mess up the wet polish, even feeding you tiny little bites of pizza he cut up for you. Seeing the grin on your face, the mountain of pillows you have behind you while sammy dotes on you, it all leads him to the same conclusion; his girl is spoiled. All you have to do to make sammy listen to you is call him your big brother with those wide eyes, your gaze far too innocent to be believable.

"What's goin' on in here?" Dean asked, brown bag still propped on his bag from his errands. The question wasn't accusatory, but the way your face heated was enough evidence that there is something you'd rather not share.

He waited a beat, fixing his gaze on sammy next. "Nothin'?"

"No just... helping your, um, girl with her nails." He held the bottle up for dean to see, as if that's what he's suspicious about.

"Then why are you two actin' like I walked in on you goin' at it."

You shrugged your shoulders, suddenly feeling embarrassed about how much fun you were having with sam. "Just were having a good time, is all. How were your errands?" You didn't really care what he was up to, you were just hoping to shift the subject matter to something that felt like a less sensitive topic. You had nothing to hide, but dean's body was holding a certain energy that felt unpredictable.

Well hunny I'm about to make your dreams come true!!

Dean who loves 'showing you things' and acting like it's your first time. He loves walking his little sister through getting drunk for the first time, touching herself for the first time, watching porn for the first time, he wants to feel like he's introducing you to everything nasty

Sam who lives to give you baths and braid your hair. He loves to feel like he's taking care of you, ensuring that you're happy, and clean, and totally safe

If you're winding down for the night, watching some tv after sam's helped you through your nighttime routine, you lay on dean's broad chest, feeling him gradually relax with each contented noise that slips out of you. Sam is equally happy with this arrangement because he can flip up your nightgown and admire the way your panties creep up and create a divot in the fat of your ass (something he has absolutely nothing to do with)

Dean who always teases you by calling you sissy and tugging on your hair

Dean who always sneaks you weed. Sam doesn't like you smoking, thinking it's bad for you and you're too sweet for it, but dean likes to get you high as a fucking kite and laugh at you when you get all needy for him

Sam who acts like spanking you is a sacred duty. He pretends to hate it, to not want to put you in line, but if he hated it so much you wouldn't be able to feel how stiff he gets from smacking your ass

Sam who gets worried leaving you home alone. He either likes you coming with or having either him or dean stay behind to babysit

Dean being in charge of your panties and Sam is in charge of your pajamas, which mostly leads to you wearing something crotchless under your practical, white cotton nightie. Sometimes sam has to step in and veto them because he doesn't like you sleeping in synthetic fibers

Dean who always checks into the motel rooms with his 'family' i.d., so you have to watch the 5 stages of grief flash across the front desk's face when you ask for a room with one king bed.

Sam who is always telling Dean to be careful with you, that you're not 'old enough to play rough with her big brothers'

PYRE WHAT THE FUCK !!!!??????R SITTING ON SAMS LAP ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????

RHWMABEMEHRKFBR THE GATES THIS HAS OPENED

After the cut r rode Sam in the front seat while Dean kept driving, fisting his cock out of frustration and absolutely GIVING it to lil sis when they finally reach the motel… or on the side of the road… heheheh

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We can't make poor sammy sit in the backseat!! And side note? The phrase 'absolutely giving it to lil sis' did something to me I am truly ashamed to admit.

And oh god he's lifting you up and down gripping the back of your thighs, kissing your neck and shushing you every time his cock hits you too deep. From outside the car the scene looks almost normal; two brothers sitting in the front seat, the passenger letting a girl sit on his lap with a seatbelt instead of the middle. But inside the car it reeks of sex, and there's a chorus of tiny little moans and grunts, some of pleasure and some of frustration. Dean can see your little clit peeking out, could reach around and touch it, but he doesn't feel like doing you any favors after you started this. Maybe he could smack it a little though...

When you finally pull into the motel, you already fucked out and sticky enough for a shower, dean is out of the car and at the passenger door before your hand can even reach the handle. He's picking you up off of sam's lap, any flashes of nudity be damned. He unlocks the door with an ease that would normally make you needy, but with a swollen clit and sam leaking out of you starting something new is the last thing you need. He unceremoniously drops you on the bed, stripping your clothes fast enough to make you raise an eyebrow.

"I don't wanna fucking hear it," he said, gripping your hips and forcing you on all fours. "This is just me givin' you what you asked for."

He sank in to the hilt in one long thrust, giving you no time to adjust before he slammed his hips back against yours.

Lil sis r who finally got to sit in the passenger seat (Sam’s seat) and is soooo happy, screaming Deans music at the top of her lungs, cuddling into her big brother as much as she can while he drives, and eventually just neeeeding to suck his dick cause the motel is still soooo far away. Maybe Sammy wakes up or just gets a lil jealous/feels left out so r has to climb into the back so Sammy can fuck her to sleep so she’s no more trouble… mmmmmm yes

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And god bless you for that it is all I have been thinking about

I am SO obsessed with this idea, but... have we considered the idea that you're sitting in the passenger seat on sam's lap? Getting all needy for dean, listening to his deep, rumbly voice singing along with his tapes, the way he smiles at you when you join in, and sam's content to just watch you two bond (he can feel your hot cunt through his jeans; he's exactly where he wants to be). What starts as you holding dean's hand turns into your head on his shoulder, and then you're drifting down to mouth at his bulge. It's way too tempting, the way he's chubbing up from your cute little giggles and shy glances. He might protest a little at first, saying that you only have to wait a couple more hours for the motel, but hearing that it's going to be hours only makes you want to double down. You unbutton his jeans, freeing his hardening cock, immediately wrapping your lips around the head, sucking and moaning with delight at the fact that he let you take exactly what you want. Dean stays steady on the wheel, his left hand in charge of the car while his right threads through your hair. You're in a little bit of an awkward position; you're twisted at the waist so your head can mouth at dean's cock while your feet stay at the bottom of your seat. San's just enjoying the view, content for you to tease him with the smacks and moans coming from your full mouth. He's just sitting there, absolutely thrilled with his view, but when you start grinding on him? You're asking for him to step in. He slides his hand down the back of your pants, only stopping when he's palming your cunt with his fingers resting on your clit.

"Fuck, baby. You like sucking on dean, huh? Your little pussy is soaked."

You hummed in agreement, the throbbing in your cunt making itself more known each time the head of dean's cock hit the back of your throat.

"She really that wet?" Dean asked, the question fully directed at sam.

"Yeah. Don't know how she hasn't snuck her hand down there yet with how warm she is."

"Hear that baby? So needy you can't even think to take care of yourself." His hand carded through your hair in approval, the gentle scratches against your scalp making you rest your cheek against his thigh.

You nodded, your lids feeling heavier with each pass of dean's fingers. Sam wasn't helping, his warm hand cupping your cunt in a way that felt more safe than sexual.

"Look at that. Get a little cock in her mouth and she calms right down. Thought I was gonna have to sit her on my lap with my fingers in her mouth to put her down for a nap."

Your hips pitched forward in a needy grind at the suggestion, and the soft sound of their laughter made your cheeks burn.

Ugh I love this

Honestly, I think it's a rare situation that it even escalates to you waking up and realizing that you had a nightmare. They must be such light sleepers, that the second you start twitching they're waking you up before it can get too bad, dean scratching your back while sam peppers kisses all over your face and coos at you, telling you that you're safe, they've got you, they'll protect you, the whole nine yards until your eyes are drifting closed again, dean spooning you with his forehead pressed against the nape of your neck with your head tucked into sam's shoulder.

But let's say, for argument's sake of course, that you wake up in Distress. You bolt up on the bed, the various arms strewn over your body dislodged in your hurry. Dean's out of the bed before you can even gasp in a breath, doing a lap around the room to make sure it was actually just a dream. Sam's propping himself up on his forearm, his free hand already finding your sweaty thigh to start soothing you.

"What is it, baby?" His eyes are wide with concern, hating the scared look painted on your face.

"Sorry. I, um, think I had a bad dream." Your hands twisted at the sheet, guilt already wracking your limbs from interrupting such a rare night of rest.

"Room's clear," dean confirmed, the mattress creaking underneath his body weight. "Salt's all intact."

"Hey," sam urged, clearing a rogue strand of hair from your face. "Don't apologize."

"Sorry," you choked out again, this time apologizing from the tears that you knew were about to spill. "I know it's not a big deal, it's just..." Your hand reached up to clutch your heart, the hammering validating that the fear you felt was real.

"Hey, what's goin' on in here," sam asked, soft enough for you but with enough bite for dean.

"Just showin' sissy how that cute little clit can blow up like a balloon," dean replied proudly, his hand still deeply knotted in your hair.

Noticing your teary face and beaten-down expression, he directed his next question at you, kneeling down to your level. "How's he treating you, sweetheart? Is he bein' a good big brother or a mean one?"

"Mean," you mumbled, barely fighting back a fresh wave of tears. "All he's doin' is hurting and not even making me feel good."

"He should know better, baby. Know that you're too fragile for that treatment, huh?" And looking up at dean, eyes narrowed and voice thick with disapproval, "even if he is your big brother."

Dean rolled his eyes, acting like he wasn't threatening a pussy pump right before sam walked in. "Then why didn't she tell me to stop, huh? All I got were some pretty tears and whimpers. That sure doesn't sound like a 'stop' to me."

Sam kept looking at dean expectantly, waiting for a better excuse while a slow smile drew across dean's face.

"Feel how fuckin' wet our little sissy is and try to tell me you could pull yourself away. She's drenching the fuckin' bed, sammy. Swear to god," he started, putting his hand over his heart as if making a solemn oath, "every time I hit her she'd squeeze out more slick."

"Can I check sweet thing?" he asked softly, his big, gentle hands rubbing your thigh soothingly.