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"Dude," Dean proclaims, reading the morning newspaper. "I wish there were more comic strips like Calvin and Hobbes."
Sam sighs, because of course he does, and grumbles, "I'm sitting here, nine months pregnant with your somehow three children, and you. are. reading. THE FUNNIES?!"
It's Sunday morning, but it isn't tranquil or comfortable. For either of them. They're both exhausted from the past month, when Sam went on bedrest. Dean gets that Sam doesn't mean to be a grumpy pain in the ass. He'd definitely be a grumpy pain in the ass if he was nine months pregnant... with triplets.
How pregnant people do it is beyond Dean--but he appreciates it. When Sam asked if they could try for kids, Dean was through the moon.
They had a shot at making their own family.
That shot turned into three shots. Which meant three times the discomfort. Three times the extreme sensitivity to smells. And three times the cravings for the most random ass food at the most random ass times.
Dean gets up from his side of the bed and stretches. It isn't seven yet. "I'll teach 'em how to read by way of comics and Vonnegut."
"You'll do no such thing," Sam scoffs. He remains in his place on the bed, surrounded by pillows and covered in quilts. It's just their luck for the babies to be born in the middle of a record-breaking, cold December. "I hate what I'm about to say."
Naked, Dean walks around the bed. He sits next to Sam. "Shoot."
Sam takes a deep breath. He turns red. He grips the quilts tight. Whatever it is, he's worked up about it. Dean grows increasingly concerned. What could it be?
With a slight edge to his voice, Sam blurts out, "I just wanna ride your cock!"
Dean freezes. Sam wants to... what?
"Right now?" Dean asks, slightly confused. "Aren't you not feeling so great?"
"I decided," Sam huffs. "That I want to ride you, or maybe you'd let me sit on your face."
Leaning forward, Dean looks over his shoulder and doesn't bother to hide his smile. "Giddyup, Sammy."
They live in a tiny bungalow. Dean is this close to putting down a decent amount of money on an actual house--for the five of them. For now, the bungalow will have to do.
Sam pushes Dean onto his back.
He lifts his hips, already slick, and slides down over Dean's fully erect cock. The drag and the burn. The warmth and the pressure. When Sam's belly bumps against Dean's lower abdomen, Dean lets out a groan.
Sam gives a soft laugh, followed by a loud moan. Soon enough, he's bouncing on Dean's cock, his large, round belly heaving as Sam breathes hard to keep up his frenetic pace.
The sex over the past six months has been phenomenal. Sam can have multiple orgasms. Dean's orgasms have been more intense. There's nothing he loves more than coming home from work and fucking his pregnant brother. Rough.
Dean slides his hands over Sam's heavy and wide belly. These are his kids. This is his Sam. This is their life.
Even though Dean's feeling a little mushy, he's not cutting Sam any slack. Sam rides Dean, but Dean thrusts into him harder. He understands Sam's rhythm. He understands how to pound inside Sam, how to swivel his hips, how to push Sam over the edge.
"Fuck," Sam cries out, holding on tight to Dean's shoulders. "Harder, Dean." Dean bites down on his bottom lip. "Show me how I'm yours."
Something inside Dean must snap. He hardly has the time to think through what Sam just said. Sam grinds his hips down--he's all tight pressure. Dean works his hips against Sam's. They line up, in sync with each other. Their bed frame is likely to give any day now. It squeaks and thuds as Sam and Dean go at it like bunnies.
"Coming!" Sam shouts, leaning back, one arm holding his substantial belly. "Please, please, please..."
Sam... squirts.
It's not just a drip, either. It's a gush. A squelch.
Dean fucking explodes inside Sam. He keeps pushing thrusting, eventually causing Sam to orgasm one more time. He comes deep inside Sam--filling him up, making him cream again.
With Sam's heavy belly between them, Sam and Dean manage to kiss. They might be shaking and panting, but their kiss is intense.
Working together, they lift Sam up and gently lower him down to the bed, which has turned into a nest of sorts.
Dean looks at Sam expectantly. Does Sam need anything? Want anything?
Sam smiles and shakes his head. He rubs his belly, then sticks his hand out.
"Pass me the funnies, please."