WincestSaga

Ok, so this story is currently my whole life.

I'm an absolute sweaty mess of a former gifted kid with poorly-controlled, late-diagnosed ADHD.

I mask pretty well, my dudes. I have a professional job and I'm a several-times-published author and content creator.

This fucking story? It's my magnum opus. I have so much backstory in place for it. It's the most ambitious thing I've ever attempted.

And I can share it with, like, ONE person in my real life, because I am A Grown-up with a veneer of respectability and this is a Victorian-era Wincest A/B/O story. I'm not going to explain that shit to my dad.

Let's consider Dean first. You know that the only sex ed Dean got was John throwing a couple condoms at him and telling him not to knock a girl up. Well, that and the purloined Playboys he sneaks out of John's bag and anything he gleans from squinting at scrambled late-night Cinemax on hotel TV. So Dean has this weird understanding of sex from a young age. He might see his dad hit on women. Between the non-existent birds and bees talk, the softcore porn, and the casual attitude his dad may have shown towards sex, Dean is bound to have some macho ideas of how sex would go.

And then he actually HAS sex. And he realizes that it's fun and feels really fucking good and that he likes making the people he's with feel good. There's nothing artificially macho about Dean in bed. He's all about getting pleasure and giving pleasure. But in the back of his mind, he can't get rid of the idea that he's probably doing sex 'wrong.'

Sam, on the other hand, does not get his sex talk from John. Hell, he doesn't get it at all. Just from being around Dean, being Dean's shadow, pretending to be asleep when Dean brings girls home, Sam figures some things out.

And Dean tells him what he does with those girls. "Sammy, you won't believe what she could do with her tongue." "God, she was so tight. Squeezed my dick so hard." But Dean's going to butch it up a little, right? He doesn't want Sammy to know that he's anything less than a 'real man' in bed.

And Sam hangs on his every word, soaking it all in.

When Sam initially has sex, he follows the blueprint that Dean has given him: yes, you give and take pleasure, but you should always be in control. Part of the way you make your partner feel good is by taking the lead.

Little does he know that what Dean actually craves is for someone else to make the decisions, to give him orders to follow.

So Sam goes into things all grabby and dominant, and let's be honest, once he fills out a little, he has no problems finding plenty of women who want to be dommed by him.

Jess gives in sometimes, but sometimes she needs to be in control. It's what draws Sam to her. She sometimes behaves like he imagines Dean would in bed, and it's insanely hot.

So when Dean and Sam finally get together, they both have the expectation that Dean will lead and Sam will follow. Until they get their hands on each other and Sam flips Dean, grinding down against him as he nips his throat and both of them almost come on the spot.

As soon as the final bell sounded, Sam was out the door, her flowy skirt skimming the tops of her Doc Martens as she hurried. Melissa didn’t mean to spy—she really didn’t—but she was curious about the tall, shy new girl with the hazel eyes.

Melissa had asked Sam to hang out with her after school. She didn’t have a lot of friends, but Sam had seemed nice. Sweet.

“I can’t,” Sam had said. “My b-I’m getting picked up and there’ll be hell to pay if I’m late.”

Melissa’s gaze was drawn to the parking lot. The boy—no, he was most definitely a man—leaning back on the huge old black car seemed to be the focus of everyone’s attention. It wasn’t every day that a guy who looked like that rolled up to Ridgewood High School. Melissa recalled that old movie her dad made her watch with him. Rebel Without a Cause. She shivered a bit at the thought of him turning that intense gaze on her.

And then she realized who he was there for.

Sam slid her backpack through the open window and walked around to meet the man at the front of the car.

“Dean,” she said, a bit breathlessly.

“Missed you, baby girl,” he said, tilting her chin up as if he was inspecting to ensure she wasn’t damaged by her day at school.

“Missed you too,” she said, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. He turned his head at the last moment, though, and it turned into a full-on, deep, dirty kiss.

Melissa stared, open-mouthed, and she was definitely not alone. The student parking lot was suddenly nearly silent.

Dean picked Sam up and sat her on the hood of the black car, his lips never leaving hers. He pressed his way between her knees as if he couldn’t stand to be so far away. One hand cupped her jaw and the other slipped inside the grandma cardigan that Sam somehow made work. Melissa saw Sam’s mouth drop open in a gasp before she grabbed his hand and removed it from her breast.

“Not here,” Sam said firmly, finally breaking their kiss.

“How can you expect me to wait?” Dean responded, pressing kisses to her throat. “All day without you, Sammy. It’s torture.”

“Let’s go, Dean,” Sam said, and even from a distance, Melissa could see the gleam in her eye. 

The two of them got into the car and the engine roared to life, startling the onlookers who had been gawking. Dean maneuvered the car out of the parking lot at about three times the speed limit.

Melissa stared after them for a moment. She tried to imagine someone saying, “Missed you, baby girl,” to her, but she couldn’t. Wondered what it was like to have a mysterious, handsome older man want you so badly that he thought being without you was torture.