“Woah, what are you doing?” Sam squealed and Dean chuckled at the terrified rise in pitch of Sam’s voice. With catlike grace, she arched back into Dean and reached her arms back over her head to run them fondly through his short, spikey hair. XXX “You know we gotta get to Phoenix by dawn and it’s already after midnight and we’re still hours away.”
“But I’m soooo wet,” she pleaded. He went for the latter, rubbing two fingers between her legs through the fabric of the panties only to find them already hot and damp. “That’s what I meant.”
“Sit up,” he heard her command to Sam, who must have obeyed immediately for within seconds his little brother let out a groan of pleasure. Any initial awkwardness or hesitation Sam may have exhibited had disappeared when
