“Happy birthday, Dude,” he drawled, not looking at Sam directly. XNXX He knew she wanted him to either pull the car over and fuck her himself or let Sam get her off. She looked up at him, her lids still heavy with lust and need and he realized her fingers were still buried deep in her shorts. She moaned and began to rock her hips slowly onto Dean’s fingers while reaching forward and wrapping her fingers around Sam’s erection, pulling gently and eliciting a pleased hissing sound out of him. “Uh, really, woah, what….Dean?”
“Trust me,” Dean assured his brother over his shoulder. Sam’s hands involuntarily swept upwards to squeeze her breasts, pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefingers. “Hey,” he groaned in quiet protest, “Sam’s right behind us.”
She lifted her head to peer over the leather seat back into the back of the Impala. Dean slapped her hand away from his belt buckle. He found it very touching and was moved to see his brother so tender and open. Dean felt the Impala’s bench seat jolt with every one of Sam’s thrusts, the pace getting faster and harder and the seatback jerking more and more with each passing second.
