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After so long away, Daddy Sam’s long, skilled fingers felt amazing in his cunt. Jack mewled, writhing in his daddy’s lap. He came on his Daddy’s fingers more than once, his pussy swelling from the excitement.
He bumped his face repeatedly into Daddy Sam’s jaw, rubbing his cheek into his daddy’s skin as if he could really mark him with his scent that way. Jack felt Sam’s gentle laugh and blushed, his cheeks flushing the same pink as the collar around his neck.
“Easy, kitten,” Sam murmured. The heel of his wide, warm palm brushed Jack’s clit, pressing into the sensitive bundle just enough to give the boy something to hump. Jack swallowed a moan and obediently focused his frantic motions on grinding against his daddy’s palm.
He tensed as he squirted, his come splattering onto the concrete floor of his bedroom in the Bunker. He was home, safe and sound, reunited with his daddies. Daddy Sam kissed his sweaty temple, whispering gentle praise as he pulled his fingers out of his son’s hot cunt.
“You’re ready,” Sam said, his gaze locked with his brother’s. Dean stood apart from them. Tense and watching them but staying by the door as ordered. His cock was a hard line along his thigh, visibly throbbing through his denim jeans. He blushed, nodding, waiting for the signal to join. Sam blinked in response, but didn’t give him the go-ahead. Not yet. Dean’s hands clenched into fists, his eyes dropping to their son’s sopping wet pussy.
Jack whined at being empty, but kept mostly still now, licking at his daddy’s jaw. The day's old stubble scratched at his tongue and he shivered, tasting his daddy again. Sam scooped up his son, his large, strong hands easily lifting his little kitten by his skinny hips. Jack mewed, unhappy to be displaced, but Daddy Sam shushed him softly. “Be good, kitten,” he muttered. “Be good for your daddies.”
Higher now, Jack nosed at his daddy’s hairline the scent of Sam’s hair calming to him now. Then Sam began to lower him and Jack gasped as his pussy was stretched over Daddy Sam’s large cock. He squirmed, overheated and panting, his pussy sensitive from his orgasms. He moaned, biting his lip to keep from speaking words. He was their kitten. And good kittens didn’t talk to their daddies. Not unless something was wrong.
And nothing here, now was wrong.
Sam sighed, enjoying the tight, clutching heat of his son’s velvety cunt and his audible satisfaction helped to center Jack. He stopped fidgeting, leaning back into his daddy’s arms instead and simply melted as he was slowly, but surely fully impaled on Daddy Sam’s cock.
“You’re so wet for us, kitten,” Sam gushed, praising his son. “You’re being so good for us, isn’t he, Dean?”
Gulping, Dean blinked, his voice taking a moment to work. “Yeah,” he mumbled, his cheeks going red. The dirty talk thing was not his forte. “Yeah, real good.”
Sam huffed a chuckle through his nose, amused by his older brother’s awkwardness. Jack whined, curling his blushing face into Daddy Sam’s neck. Even just those four little words from Dean was enough to make the little tightness in his chest, a leftover from his time spent in that terrible universe, unspool. Sam planted a kiss to his forehead while his hands slid under Jack’s legs. “Show Daddy Dean how wet you are for us, kitten,” he instructed, guiding his son’s legs up into the air. “Show him your pretty pussy.”
Wrapping his arm around his daddy’s long neck, Jack sank lower on Sam’s lap, his legs raised up to his chest. He blinked, his vision hazy from so much, so many good feelings. Daddy Dean, off in his corner, was staring openmouthed and hungry at his pussy. He licked his puffy lips and spread his legs as wide as he could to show his other daddy everything there was to see.
“ Sammy… ” Dean babbled, his eyes stuck on the picture of their son’s cunt stretched wide and obscene on his brother’s cock. His fists shook with the overwhelming need to touch himself. He resisted. Sam still hadn’t given his permission.
“See how wet he is, Dean?” Sam cooed. “Did you see how easily our kitten took his Daddy’s dick? All in one go.”
“Y-yeah, Sammy, yeah.” Dean licked his lips, rivulets of Jack’s wetness trickled down his brother’s cock. Down to his balls hanging low underneath their son’s ruddy, swollen pussy lips.
“Kitten’s hungry,” Sam relayed, his gaze not leaving Dean. “Pussy needs to be fed.”
“ God , Sammy!”
Sam smirked, spotting a growing dark stain in his brother’s jeans. “It’s time, De,” he replied smoothly. “It’s time to show Jack his treat. His treat for being such a sweet, little kitten for us.”
With a relieved groan and shaky fingers, Dean unzipped his pants and fished out his rock hard cock, sticky with his own pre-come. He let it out and panted, forcing his hands away before he touched himself any further. “See, Jack? Do you see your treat?”
Eyes open, Jack nodded, his hips swaying on his Daddy’s cock while he ogled his other daddy’s cock. He mewled, rubbing at his needy cunt, his clit hot under his soft fingers. “Do you want to play with it?” Sam asked. “Does kitten want his treat?”
Jack moaned and nodded, purring as best he could for his daddies. “Good kitten,” Sam replied, patting his son’s sweat-slick sides. “Come here, Dean. Our son wants his treat.”
Almost stumbling, Dean dragged his heavy boots towards the bed, the soles getting coated in their son’s come the closer he got. He stood between his brother’s spread legs and waited, chest heaving with how hard he was. Sweat was tickling the back of his neck where it had seeped into his shirt collar. Still he didn’t touch himself. Sam had been very clear about that earlier.
“Go ahead, kitten,” Sam gently prompted, pressing a kiss to the crown of his son’s head. Jack reached out his arm and met Daddy Dean’s heated eyes before swatting tenderly at the older man’s cock. Dean inhaled sharply through his nose, his stomach clenching taut as his son batted at his cock like it was a cat toy. He was forbidden from actually grabbing it because kittens don’t have hands, so Jack could only paw at it. His long fingers nudging and patting the hard shaft so that it bounced, springing upwards every time Jack smacked it down. But Dean endured it, flinching with every touch from how hard his cock was.
“Lick it, kitten,” Sam commanded. “Get a taste of your treat.”
“Sam,” Dean growled, his willpower pushed to the limit. Sam arched an eyebrow like a challenge. Will you crumble?
Jack lowered his tired legs and shifted forward his face already on the level with his other daddy’s throbbing cock. He raised his eyes to Dean’s stony face, seeking the validation he craved. Dean glanced down at him and Jack saw that softness sweep over his daddy’s features, smoothing out the lines of stress and worry and the weight of responsibility.
Dean nodded at him ever so slightly and Jack panted his mouth open and his tongue out. He lapped at the underside of his daddy’s leaking tip, catching pre-come on his tongue which he showed off to his Daddy. Dean shivered and moaned, and that was all Jack needed to hear. He licked at his Daddy’s cock devotedly, careful to keep his lips to himself because good kittens only used their tongues and he was determined to be the best kitten he could be.
Offering praise to his son and his brother Sam allowed them their time of connection before he moved them both along. Sam grabbed his son and stood up hooking Jack’s delicate ankles onto his brother’s broad shoulders. “Our son needs us, De,” he remarked, serious now. “He needs to know we love him. We do, don’t we, Dean?”
Red faced, Dean gulped. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. “Yeah, we do.”
“Kiss him, Dean,” Sam directed. “Kiss our son while we share his tight cunt.”
Finally unleashed, Dean moaned as he surged forward head angling yo the side in a flash ready to obey. Jack whimpered, his daddy’s hard cock bumping and rubbing against his hot cunt while his daddy’s soft, plush lips found his own and claimed them. Jack mewled sweet and keen writhing between his daddies’ warm, solid bodies as Daddy Dean’s tongue snaked into his mouth and made his pussy clench. Sam sighed, kissing at the side of his son’s head as he watched his brother make out with him and felt his son’s pussy tug at him.
The longer Dean went on, the wetter Jack became. No pussy in the world could resist those lips. Sam smirked, resting Jack’s weight on Dean for a minute as he pulled his brother in closer. “It’s time to feed our little kitten, De,” he said simply. Dean kept kissing Jack deeply, not letting up a moment as he reached between them and angled his cock downward.
With tender kisses and savage eyes, Dean slid his cock into his son’s already stretched cunt, working it slowly in, beside his brother’s. Jack groaned, panting, his hands tugging at his daddy’s hair, demanding more kisses to soothe the burn of so much cock. Dean complied, moaning himself at Jack’s tight heat pulling at him and at Sam.
The one pussy in all the world made for them both.
Sam nipped at his son’s ear, licking at his thin neck before his mouth and his teeth found his brother’s strong chin. Dean moaned into his son’s mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as Sam laid a claim on him. The three of them couldn’t get close enough, deep enough. Their noises filled Jack’s bedroom, a mix of all three, none of them would last long.
Jack came first, squirting again around his fathers’ large cocks.
Dean followed on his heels.
Sam came last, pounding hard into his son’s gaping cunt, Jack’s come and Dean’s frothing around his shaft as he thrusted upward. “ Dean !”
Not needing anymore direction, Dean dropped to his knees, mouthing frantically at his brother’s shaft and the come dripping down Sam’s balls adding to the mess on the floor. He flicked his tongue around those bouncing orbs, his nose getting bashed by his brother’s thrusting. He nipped at the sack in just the way Sam liked and his brother’s hips stuttered. “ Puppy !”
Dean shivered. Sam hadn’t called him that in years and he groaned. His cheeks burned red at hearing his old nickname and he lapped at his brother’s balls adoringly as they pulled taut, unloading his come into their son’s loose cunt.
Kitten and Puppy played together for a long time that night. And Sam happily guided the fray.