Archive of Our Own

“Food’s not gonna eat itself, princess.” Dean teased, though the words lacked their usual lilt. You had been staring at your food for the last 20 minutes, and he was starting to get worried.

“Hmm” You blink and look up, finally realizing someone else was in the room with you. Hands adjusting your cardigan without thought, pulling the oversized material to cover your body further, your arms crossing in front of you moments later.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” Dean asked, tone changing to one of caution but still laced with protectiveness and worry. He had been reading body language all his life, and yours was screaming at him.

“Oh, just daydreaming.” You try to smile and shake off your thoughts, pretending like nothing was wrong.

“Don’t give me that, Y/n/n. I’ve known you all your life, so I know when you’re sad. I have eyes. Even if I didn’t, I know all of your tells. Which means I know when you’re lying. So spill.” He all but orders, taking a seat across from you, arms leaning against the table as he gives you his full attention.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m not lying or sad.” You lied through your teeth, hoping your brother would drop it, but you were never that lucky.

“I thought you’d be happy since you just got back from the mall. You love shopping.” He stated, quite confused by your behaviour. You were usually at your happiest after spending time at the mall.

In most cases, that statement would’ve been true. It was a rare occurrence for you to shop at a mall. Most towns you hunted in were too small to need one, so you were truly at your happiest after visiting one. Today was different. Instead of causing you to agree, Dean’s words reminded you of the incident, and you were tearing up all over again.

He noticed the sheen in your eyes and was at your side in seconds, bringing you into his arms to comfort you. Slowly rocking you both back and forth, a technique he always used to try to get you to calm down, never being able to handle seeing your tears. Something you appreciated as you wrapped your arms around him, leaning fully into his side, and trying to surround yourself with his support and love.

“Everyone is always staring at me. Usually, I can ignore it, but today a lot of people were pointing and making fun of me at the mall.” You confess, whispering the words in shame as you reveal what was causing your sadness. They had made you feel even more self-conscious than you usually felt, and as you told him, it wasn’t the first time people stared and made fun of you.

“What?!” Dean all but yelled, angry that anyone would dare mess with you. He was ready to find whoever made you feel this way and show them all he learned in hell. He’d beat them until they regretted being born and were begging for your forgiveness.

“I don’t get why, De. Why does this have to happen to me? Why couldn’t I be born with small boobs?” Your eyes welling up with tears as you vent all of your frustrations. Not realizing when Dean’s righteous anger stills, his eyes widen as he stares at you in disbelief, not able to comprehend what he just heard his little sister say.

“What?!?” Dean asked again, but with a whole different tone of voice and feeling behind it.

“At the mall. Everyone kept staring at my boobs, and some people even pointed to them and motioned to their own chests. I heard someone say they had never seen such giant boobs before. It’s not the first time people have said things behind my back, either, De. Even when no one says anything, they still stare and judge me. I try to be strong, but why does everyone always look and make fun of them? I can’t help that they're so big. I didn’t ask for them.” You say, flicking your cardigan off and grabbing at your chest, manhandling your bosom as you speak about them. Not even able to hold yourself in your hands.

Dean was utterly speechless, not expecting the turn this conversation had taken. He had no idea how to comfort you either, not when your breasts were giving him concentration problems. It didn’t help that you kept fondling yourself in front of him. He was absolutely mesmerized by the way your hands rubbed over them and squeezed. He couldn’t look away, wishing he could replace your touch with his own. It wouldn’t be the first time he fantasized about something like that. He was already wondering if he would be able to cup them in his hands or if your breasts would flow over, like they were currently doing with your own hands. There seemed to be too much there to hold on to, more than he ever realized.

“I wish I had small boobs, then no one would judge me or point and stare.” You sigh, letting your boobs drop dramatically from your grip, but that only causes them to bounce quite obviously. Unknowingly, doing something further to Dean’s libido, his jeans tightened in a way he wasn’t expecting from this conversation.

Unable to think of anything to say, he opens his mouth and blurts out the first thing that pops into it, “Their perfect! You don’t need to change a thing about yourself. If others don’t realize that, then it’s their loss, princess. But trust me, I don’t think they're judging you.”

“Yes, they are, De. You don’t see them. You don’t see the way they stare. It's because they're so big and ugly. Always getting in my way and causing me so many problems and pain. They're ruining my life!” You cry out, leaning on his shoulder as you complain and share your true thoughts.

“They are not ugly, princess, far from it. As for the pain, there are special creams and massages that can help alleviate that feeling. I can help you, but trust me, they are beautiful and a perfect size!” Dean replies, rubbing your back, trying to soothe you and prevent tears from trailing down your face, not wanting to see you cry over something that was mainly going on in your mind. Having been out with you before, he knew just how many people were lusting over your busty frame. People pointed because they were jealous or unable to believe they were real. He didn’t know how you didn’t see it, even he found it hard to keep from lusting after your body, but you were often too oblivious to notice such things. Not realizing bodies could be sexualized. You only say the intrusive stares.

Your upbringing sheltered you from the harsher truths and left you quite clueless about sex and your body. You were told the pure basics and never informed of much else. John was a protective father, and because you spent your youth travelling all over the U.S. while he hunted, your education had truly lacked consistency and made it difficult to have friends or romantic relationships. Dean and Sam were just as protective of you and didn’t let guys get close to you either, leaving you quite innocent and naïve when it came to relationships and lustful thoughts.

“You can’t say that. You’ve never seen them before. You’re just saying that to be nice.” You argue, not trusting that he was being sincere with his comments, and firmly believing he was trying to be a good brother and comfort his sister. Completely ignoring his offer to help, as pain was the least of your concerns, though it did suck, you mainly hated the attention and stares it brought you. It left you feeling so insecure and ashamed. Never even thinking it could be anything other than judgment, why else would someone stare at your breasts?

Dean once again spoke before he considered his words, thinking with the wrong head, “You're right. I don’t personally know. You’ll have to show me them, so I can give you my honest opinion.”

The second the words slipped out, he froze, hoping that you would take it as a joke and not scream at him for saying something totally inappropriate. He knew he had gone too far and took a step back to look for a reaction. Not expecting to find you without a trace of anger or disgust to be seen, instead, you were considering his words, something he just couldn’t believe. Were you that upset about your body? Not that his other head was the only one thinking, he knew he couldn’t leave you in this state, regardless of his hidden intentions. He always made it his personal mission to make sure you were happy and tear-free.

Your eyes looked down at your shirt-covered chest, thinking about his words. What your big brother said made sense. He had never seen your boobs before, and he couldn’t give a sincere opinion without looking at the subject you were discussing. You wouldn’t be able to trust anything he said until he had seen them, or else you’d believe he was just trying to spare your feelings.

The only real problem with his suggestion was that you felt shy about showing your body off. Even now, you tried to curl into yourself a bit more, afraid that he might see them and judge you, like others have before. Your chest was ugly, far too big, and they sagged. It was why people stared. They were just too big, and no one wanted boobs that big and saggy. What if Dean saw them and thought the same? What if he judged you, too?

Shaking your head to try and clear the negative thoughts away. Dean wasn’t like that. He would never judge you. He was your big brother. He protected you all your life, and he wasn’t going to stop now. He’d do anything to make you feel better and would never let you feel bad about this issue.

Nodding, you make your choice, trusting your big brother to help you out and give you honest feedback on something you’ve been struggling with for a while. Never realizing that it could mean anything other than a brother helping a sister.

Dean, on the other hand, couldn’t believe what was happening as you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side. Soon, finding himself throbbing at the sight, his zipper causing extreme pressure on his groin. The absence of your shirt left you in only a sports bra, one that you wore in an attempt to hide some cleavage, but the material failed its function and showed how heavily chested you truly were. No wonder everyone stared in awe. He was salivating at the sight, and it was barely even a preview.

You didn’t notice the bulge in his pants, you never did. Instead, you were looking at his smile and taking it as encouragement to keep removing your clothes. Lifting the sports bra over your head and exposing your bare chest to your brother. No thoughts at all that it was improper to do such a thing, only nerves about getting negative feedback.

You remained seated, with your hands delicately placed in your lap, and your big nipples on display. Earning a strangled choke from him, utterly besotted by you and your innocence. He imagined all the things he could do to play with them, wanting to reach out and cup them in his hands, to see how much could fit in his grip. See if he could have you falling apart by just playing with your tits and nothing else. Maybe he’d even thrust his hard cock between them. There were too many fantasies he could fulfill with you and your delicious chest, and he wished to do them all.

Dean lost himself in his fantasies for a moment, only realizing he had been silent for longer than was necessary when your hands reached up to cover your nipples, becoming self-conscious at how long he was taking to formulate an answer. Starting to think he was judging your body like all the others had.

“Princess, their gorgeous. You are so lucky to have a chest as beautiful as the one you do. Everyone who you catch looking is only jealous that yours are natural. They envy you because they don’t have boobs like yours. The others who stare are lamenting the lack of access to tits like that. I even wish for a girlfriend with a chest like yours. So, trust me, there’s no reason to feel that way about yours, ok.” He confessed honestly. Laying it on a little thick, but he didn’t ever want to see you be ashamed or uncomfortable with your body. You were a goddess, and he planned to show you how much he appreciated all you were presenting him with.

Grabbing at your hands, he pulled them down to see the adorable, large nipples you were hiding, making sure his hands grazed your chest and stomach as he did so. You wanted to resist, but his words went a long way in soothing you, though you were still worried and on edge. They help you to relax a little and follow his lead. “Yeah?”

“Would I lie to you, princess? Trust me. Small chests are so boring to play with. Big boobs like yours have a lot of benefits, and a lot of people like them big. The bigger the better, as they say. So yeah, I think you're quite lucky.” He confirmed, holding onto your hands but staring nowhere else but at your chest. They were so big that he couldn’t look away now, not when he had permission and you had asked him to stare and give his honest opinion. He was powerless.

His stare felt different, nothing like the ones you had received before. There was no judgment in his eyes as you feared there would be, just an honest interest in helping you, and the love there always was. His eyes were darker, but you never felt self-conscious around him. You had known him your whole life, and he was one of four people in this world you trusted.

“What benefits?” You ask, never knowing your big boobs could do something for you. You just thought they were there to feed babies, and for some reason, they caused your back to hurt too. You had heard from shows you watched while your brothers were on hunts that some people got all weird when discussing anything regarding boobs, but you didn’t understand why or pay much attention to it. If you had, you probably would have realized showing your bare chest to your brother wasn’t something you were supposed to do.

Dean didn’t mind taking advantage of that lack of knowledge you possessed, anything to help you.

“How about I show you? You won’t believe me if I just tell you.” He answers. Once again, making perfect sense to you. You don’t think about it much before you nod your head in agreement, wanting to know what he was getting at. Anything you could do to help you not feel self-conscious about your big boobs, you would do in a heartbeat.

“Alright, princess. I’m going to need to touch them, ok.” Dean stated more than asked you, already reaching out for that jaw-dropping view. You nod, not thinking anything was wrong with that. How else would he show you the benefits if he couldn’t touch you?

He almost growled the second he touched your breasts, caressing and cupping them to get a good feel of what he was working with. Touching you and giving them slight squeezes, amazed that he couldn’t fit it all within his grasp. Though he also knew before seeing them that he would never be able to cup so much into his palm.

He wasn’t even thinking of what he was going to show you, so lost in the touch of your skin. Never once thinking that he would get to feel such wonder within his hands, it had always been an unattainable goal. You let him do as he pleased, only watching with innocent, curious eyes that drove him wild. He wanted to do so much to you when you stared at him in such a way. You were so corruptible. Everything about you drew him in.

He moved his thumbs to your nipples and gently circled them. Noticing how you shivered at his touch, but didn’t react too much more. The air was already hardening them, aided by his fingers, not used to another’s touch. He found that interesting and pressed harder, flicking your nipple back and forth. “See, princess, a lot of people find rubbing their nipples stimulating. Tell me, how does that feel?”

“Um, I feel a little warm, I guess. I don’t know why. It feels nice, but kinda weird when you touch them.” You let him know, a bit embarrassed to talk about your feelings, but you figured honest feedback was what your brother was looking for. How else would he show you the benefits of your large breasts?

“That’s good, just means you’re not as sensitive as some are. That’s perfectly ok, it's all about discovery. Finding out what you like and what works for you.” He spoke, and while you nodded along, you weren’t quite sure what he was talking about, but you could find out what you liked. You were sure of that much.

He adjusted his fingers on your chest and rolled each nub between two digits. Doing the same to each side. He gently squeezed down until you gasped and jerked in his grasp, shocked at the pressure and slight pain that came with it. He grinned at you, happy with your reaction and learning that you liked it a little harder and rougher. Though you had no idea of your preferences, not even understanding how your boobs could be sexual playthings. He was going to have fun showing you what exactly the benefits of a big chest were.

Dean’s fingers rolled your nipple harder than before, keeping up the pressure. Pinching and tugging at you, watching as you nibbled on your lip, seeing how you were getting antsy with every firm touch. Studying your reactions before surprising you by leaning in and bringing his lips to your left breast, lathering the skin around your nipple before proceeding to flick directly over it. His hand never released your other breast and maintained the pinch-rolling he was doing.

His lips mouthing and sucking at you, making your nipples grow stiffer and your hips start wiggling around, trying to relieve the heat that was curling in your stomach. Not realizing what you were doing, never having experienced such sensations before and not knowing how to react besides on pure instinct.

You had never seen anything like it before, either. Believing that using one’s mouth on someone’s breasts was only done to feed milk to a baby. Not for any benefit like your brother had suggested. But here he was, lathering you with the strangest open-mouth kisses. You had never known a kiss could be combined with someone’s tongue.

His hand was squeezing and mauling at your right breast, tongue twirling this way and that, around your left. Using an experience you weren’t aware he had, only knowing you were enjoying how it felt, even if you didn’t know boobs could feel this way. You were glad to know they at least could make you feel kinda good and not always cause pain and sadness. A surprise in of its own.

Dean looked peaceful from his spot on your chest. You had started lying against the couch, allowing him to show you things that would prove to you that your breasts weren’t as bad as you believed them to be. Feasting on your nipples, he noticed how you all but purred whenever he tugged at your nipple with his teeth or his fingers.

An electric pulse went to your panties, and you weren’t sure why. It only encouraged him, and he was soon switching between boobs, not wanting to neglect one for the other. Barely able to believe he was getting away with any of this, but he chose not to dwell on that. Merely closing his eyes to fully enjoy what was occurring.

Your hand became tangled in his hair, “It feels all warm still, De.”

He opened his eyes to look at you and groaned, “That’s good, princess, it means we're on the right track. One of the benefits of such luscious breasts is the sensitivity and pleasure you can receive from them. That warm feeling can increase significantly and cause you to feel all nice and fuzzy. When you feel that way, it usually helps get rid of any pain you might feel because of them, too. Remember, your breasts are not something to hate, Y/n/n. That feeling is something to be thankful for.”

You nodded, understanding what he was talking about as you experienced it, his touch only getting rougher with every move. You weren’t sure why you were feeling good with his touch, especially when he was so rough, but you wanted more of that sensation.

Tiny mewls slipping as you felt his teeth graze you, shivering at it all. The touch was sharp but effective, bringing your eyes to meet his, nothing else existing but the other and these confusing found sensations. His tongue lathered over your chest, making you squirm as it tickled. His breath perking your nipples up further, along with the cold air. His mouth kept giving your breasts all the attention they deserved. Never letting one get too lonely before switching his attention to the other. His touch grounding you and lifting you like no other. You still couldn’t believe all the new feelings from a body part you thought so useless, big, and troublesome.

Open mouth kisses soon follow all around your chest, extra attention on your nipples as they seemed to be the most sensitive area of your breasts. But he didn’t neglect a single part, even all the extra skin that hung around was lathered and worshipped. His hand always taking the other breast that wasn’t being attacked by his mouth. Cupping them and fondling them to his heart's content. You couldn’t make sense of anything. Almost frozen as he touched you, so shocked at the sensations that were arising. Never having felt so good and all because of your chest.

His tongue kept straying from your big pebbled straining nipples, something you thought only happened in the cold. Not because of the funny, warm feelings you were having. His mouth sucked on the extra skin, trying to slurp it all in his mouth, but knowing it wasn’t possible. You still stared at him in awe for showing you a whole new world. Completely attuned to his touch and nothing else.

The suction of his mouth grew intense, and he didn’t let up. You were arching into him as it became more powerful, giving in and trusting him fully. Though you truly didn’t get how all this pressure and discovery was leading to such a strong feeling in your underwear. His mouth didn’t waver, just remained strong and level. His tongue flicking back and forth as the suction remained, feeling far too intense and like you might break. Then suddenly it stopped, and he tilted his head to a new spot. The newly exposed skin was now changing colour, looking like a bruise.

You got worried for a moment, thinking you were injured, though you didn’t feel like you were in pain. If anything, you felt kind of giddy and like you might burst. Hips arching and rolling into his body, looking for something, but you didn’t know what. Craving everything he was giving you, even the bruised skin, it left you feeling warm. He was claiming you, and you wanted him to. You felt like you belonged together, like this was proof he would always be there for you and help you through anything.

His mouth switched to the other side as he finished with one. A lot of colour and marks in his wake. Though you had never seen anything like these marks, not from a mouth at least. You would have thought you fell and got bruised from the looks of your skin. Not seeming like they came from sharp, exaggerated kisses held too long. It was different, but you liked the new look of your chest, a first for you, and not just for the strange feeling it flooded your panties with.

Though you were beyond confused. You at least felt better than you had in a long time.

“I want to show you another benefit. One you can actually do on your own, but it’s best to do it with me so I can help you out. Both of us doing this will actually double the positive effects on your boobs and take any pain away.” Dean paused his touch momentarily, explaining something new to you. You look at him questioningly, but ready to follow any instruction he gives.

“Now, a lot of people can’t do this on their own, but since your boobs are such an amazing size, I believe you will be able to handle this no problem.” He beamed at you, giving you all the support and motivation you would need to embrace this new challenge.

“What do I have to do?” You ask, excited to learn more about your body and the benefits it has for you. Already, you had learned so much about your boobs and what they can do. Everything he taught you had you fascinated and intrigued, something you never thought you’d feel about your body.

“The position you’re in right now is perfect, but I want you to lean your neck forward, as if reaching for your tits. Try not to move the rest of your body as you attempt this.” He explained, moving his hand to your neck and helping you get into position. Once your head was in the right spot, he lifted your boobs higher, basically shoving them in your face.

“Now, I want you to give them kisses like I was earlier. Kiss your nipples, maybe even suck on them a little like a popsicle, if that feels right.” He encouraged, excitement lacing his every word. Though you weren’t too sure why he got excited about this new lesson, you still followed along as you had all day, trusting him.

Your mouth opens as he further presses your chest to your face, licking at your own boobs, shivering slightly as it tickles. Your eyes looked back at him, and he smiled in encouragement, making you feel sure of yourself. Missing the intense stare he gave you as you tasted yourself.

Your tongue soon came to trace down your mounds and over to your nipple, finding that he was right and you could comfortably put your nipple into your mouth. Slightly sucking as he had before, acting as if it were a popsicle. Though it didn’t taste like one. You got distracted by your own actions, finding that it caused the same electric feeling to well up in your panties.

A groan from Dean had you looking at him again and finding a hungry, fierce look completely focused on your actions. You almost let go, but he shook his head, so you continued. Lathering and sucking at your nipple. He didn’t remain staring for long, though, soon leaning into your other breast and returning it to his attentive mouth. Not sucking hard enough to leave marks this time, but still giving a good suction. Truly treating your nipple as if it were a popsicle he was trying to eat before it could melt.

The only sound in the room was the two of you slurping and licking at your chest. Your nether region was on fire, igniting with every touch and lick you gave. It was enough to leave you feeling dizzy and overwhelmed with sensation. Unsure of what was going on still, but happy to have learned a way your chest could benefit you. A technique you could do on your own, though you didn’t think you would try without him, it felt wrong to do so.

Eventually, your neck did get sore from this new angle, and you expressed as much, letting go of your chest and leaning your head back, allowing his touch to relax and calm you down once more.

“You know your gorgeously large chest doesn’t just benefit you, but it can also benefit others as well.” He broke the silence, lips against your skin, leaving further goosebumps in their wake. You were stuck in that same state of warmth, but needing something else, you weren’t sure what it was, though, nor why you felt so desperate with every caress he gave.

“Really? How? What else can they do?” You ask, curiosity getting the best of you as it always did. You were so clueless as to what was happening, you just wished to understand, believing this was the best way to achieve that. You trusted your big brother, and he was willing to help you feel pretty and work through some things. He would teach you everything you wanted to know. You were sure of that. He loved you and would do anything to help you.

“Well, we’re going to have to change positions to show you what I mean.” He stated and got off the couch, pulling you toward the edge and spreading your knees so he could stand in between them. You nod along and follow his lead as you always had. Curious, as he undid his belt buckle and reached in to pull a heavy-looking pole out of his pants. Touching himself and watching as his head fell back and he let out a groan that made you shiver. Your eyes followed as he touched the object that was restricted by his pants.

Soon, opening his eyes and staring back at you with a look that had you feeling exposed and like he wanted something, though what that something was, you weren’t sure. Releasing himself, he brought his hands back to your chest and cupped them, squeezing them together before letting go and watching them bounce. Your eyes widened as the object that was stiff against his jeans seemed to move on its own and jerk. Startling you, but you didn’t have time to think about it before he was taking hold of that weird pole and placing it on your chest. A little liquid left against your skin, showing you that the object also leaked.

Dean’s hands were back on your breasts, squeezing them together again, this time around his length, entrapping him between delicate skin. You weren’t sure what he was doing, but you watched fascinated all the same.

Smiling at you, he rocked his hips back and then forward into you. Using your breasts as something to grind into and to seek his own pleasure. Tit-fucking you, with you none the wiser. Believing he was just teaching you the wonders of your big breasts, which, to be fair, he was, you just weren’t educated enough to know that his actions were less than brotherly and should not cause you to feel anything in your nether regions.

His hips were thrusting back and forth as he mimicked what he wanted to do to your pussy. Imagining so many things as he also tried his best not to appear as if he was doing anything wrong. You looked so innocent, just staring and letting him do what he wanted with your body. It was bringing him closer to the edge than he’d like, wishing he could last hours with you to properly explore you to his heart's desire.

“You can help too, if you want, princess.” He suggested, loving the way your eyes lit up, quickly agreeing to help in any way. You wanted to learn, and you finally did, all thanks to your brother.

Never before had you known your boobs could be beneficial for you and others. You wanted to know everything you could about them, feeling like you had been kept in the dark for too long, and now you were finally getting the chance to not feel tormented by your own body.

Eagerly, you follow his lead as he reaches for your hands and guides them to your chest, showing how you should squeeze your chest around the weird pole that hangs from his own body. A pole you for sure didn’t have on your own body. Though you did not know much about bodies besides the basic functions, you knew bodies were different, and you were meant to have different things between your legs. You didn’t know exactly why, you just knew that was how it was. It was still jarring to see the contrast between the two.

“It looks weird, De.” You comment, not sure how to feel about the twitching pole in between your boobs. You weren’t too sure why he had taken it out. “Like a hot dog.”

“Yeah, it does, but that funny shape causes my hot dog to feel nicely wrapped around your soft, gorgeous buns. Just keep squeezing my stick with your big buns, sweetheart, and you can see all the benefits that they can cause.” Dean encourages you, and you follow the suggestion without complaint, wanting to help him as he was doing the same for you.

His help so far had you feeling tingly, but you weirdly enjoyed what you were doing together, starting to like the weight on your chest and how the pole pulsed. You felt connected, more so than you ever had before. It felt like this was how you were always supposed to learn about what your body could do, from one of the people you trusted the most in this world. From someone who would always take care of you and has since you were born. It also made you feel things you didn’t even know how to begin to describe, in places you didn’t know could feel like that.

“I know this is all weird, sweetheart, but trust me, I know what I’m doing. I know all the wonderful things your body can do for you. If you only allow me to teach you and show you what you’ve been missing.”

“I trust you, Dean.” You let him know. Not wanting him to feel like you were questioning him, he was going out of his way to help you, and you were more than thankful for him.

“Thank you, princess. I appreciate that. Now, the way we are moving helps me feel amazing. It gives me that warm tingly feeling you might have also felt earlier. Now, what often happens is that feeling gets to become too much and causes this special hot dog sauce to come out of me. The sauce will also help with any pain your chest has. Think of it as healing sauce.” He tried to explain through gritted teeth, everything becoming a bit much, but he wanted you to know how it could help him.

“You feel that pressure too?” You asked, shocked, pushing that current feeling to the side as he confessed he felt the same. You thought it was some weird side effect from your breasts, even if you couldn’t see how the two connected. You had never felt that sensation between your legs, nor realized your boobs could feel good. But if he was feeling the same, then this all had to be a good sign. Nothing that felt so nice could be bad, right?

“Of course, sweetheart. How could I not when I’m with you? The liquid isn’t just a special hot dog sauce my wiener will release, nor is it just a healing sauce, but it’s my appreciation for your boobs. I truly love them, sweetheart. They are everything I could have hoped for and more. You are such a lucky girl to be walking around with all that naturally. It makes you even more amazing in my books. You deal with so much, and you deserve this reward of my special healing sauce. Like I said, it should help a bit with the pain that your boobs cause.” He encouraged and praised. “Plus, my special pole only releases that sauce when it truly thinks something is beautiful and worthwhile.”

You blush, but can’t keep your eyes off him, getting lost in the fire between them. Lost but feeling strangely electric. Not knowing how to respond to his words. He always praised you, but never such an intimate part of you. It felt all the more special. He was your brother, and you knew he was being truthful.

“Such a good girl, your breasts are the perfect size, princess. I don’t know how you could ever doubt such perfection, such beauty. It’s no wonder everyone is so jealous and always staring at you. With a chest like this, you should be proud, Y/n/n.” He praised, beaming at you, and you couldn’t help but get distracted by how soft his lips looked. Not knowing enough to realize his movements were getting sharper and he was chasing something himself.

You just held your breasts in your hands, squeezing them to form a hot dog around him as he told you. Watching as his hips thrusted between your squeezed breasts. His saliva was still on your chest from when he was washing them with his tongue, and it helped him slide with more ease between your fluffy buns. You tried your best to follow his lead and move your chest in sync with his pace. His groans sounded nice and made you shiver. They gave you hope that you were acting correctly. Well, that and the fire burning between you.

“How do you feel, princess? Is big brother helping you?” He asks, after a few minutes of guiding your body to the rhythm he liked.

“Your touch makes me feel happy. I didn’t know my boobs could do all this!” You exclaim, beyond excited that your breasts seemed like a virtue and not a burden, as you had always believed.

“I’m glad I could teach you about your body, sweetheart. Hopefully, I showed you how happy I am with your gorgeous chest. I hope they cause you as much happiness as they do me, and you can finally stop paying attention to anyone else’s opinion.” He exclaimed, not taking his gaze off his cock, playing peek-a-boo with your big chest. “Ignore all the bastards who stared at you. They don’t matter.”

“De, it’s making me feel so tingly and warm. I can almost forget all the pain and sadness with your touch.” You tell him, feeling shy with his attention and words. His reaction made you feel confident, strangely enough, like maybe all the stares hadn’t been judgment, but even if they were, your chest held a lot more secrets and wonders than you had purposely thought. It made you excited to see what else they could do. Maybe you had judged your body too harshly.

Though you were also scared, you did not understand what was happening with your body. Why did you feel almost wet? You were hoping he would help you figure it out and keep teaching you more. The words only seemed to do something to him, his hips stuttering a bit at the confession.

“Princess, big brother’s going to spill his appreciation for your boobs. Going to show you how they benefit me and leave you with some healing sauce.” He told you, working himself faster until his head drops back and a loud grunt falls from his lips. Mouth parting as his eyes were closed, hands falling to your shoulders to hold on as he thrusted hard. Liquid spewed from the long, veiny pole, shocking you as it spurted onto your face and all over your chest. Never expecting such a thing to occur from creating a hot dog to comfort your breasts. Your quick reflexes have you closing your eyes when the first strand of healing sauce lands, covering your face with the mystery liquid that he was leaking.

It was weird being covered in a sticky, unknown substance. You felt kind of sad that you didn’t get to see the faces that followed those grunts, it sounded like something important had happened. Instead, you had to shut your eyes to not get anything inside of them, but you were enraptured by the view of him before you had to shut them. Though you weren’t sure why he was enjoying this so much, you assumed it was a good thing just from seeing his reaction. You liked seeing that pleasure, even if you didn’t get why that action or your breasts had resulted in such a strong visceral display.

Unfortunately, your mouth had not been as quick as your eyes and had remained open, feeling as strands of sticky goo hit your tongue alongside the rest of your face. Hands removing the bit that went over your eyelid before blinking open and staring at him. Before closing your mouth, forgetting that would mean tasting the liquid. Mouth smacking as you did, not sure how you felt about it. It was tangy with a weird texture to it. Nothing you had ever tried before tasted like it. You weren’t sure if you liked it, but you also didn’t hate it.

You brought your hands up to drag your finger through the healing sauce. Wondering if this would come out of you, too, he said the tingly feeling that you kept feeling was what erupted from pressure. Meaning you might also burst like him. Something that felt entirely possible with the feeling drenching your panties. Without thought and without believing it was weird or wrong, you brought your finger to your lip and kept on tasting the gooey liquid. Cleaning yourself up and wiping down your entire chest, bringing your finger to lick it all up each time. It was weird tasting, but Dean had been saying that it would help with pain, so you made sure to lick as much as you could and rub the rest into your chest. Believing the healing sauce would work better if ingested and rubbed into your body.

Dean’s eyes had found yours and were avidly trailing your every move. At some point, he had focused on you again and watched as you licked at the liquid in your mouth. Eyes hooded over and somehow managing to darken even more. You weren’t sure why he was looking at you that way, that hungry look that made you shiver. He seemed to like that you had tried the liquid and rubbed it all over, but you were flushing with embarrassment at being caught. Glad he didn’t think it was weird what you had done, not sure why you felt like that either. You just had an urge to lick and clean his mysterious liquid. Though it couldn’t have been that weird since it was a healing liquid, surely that meant you had to eat or rub it into the skin for it to work.

It was truly a day of discoveries for you. First, finding out your boobs could feel good, then finding out you could help Dean feel good too, and lastly finding out that Dean had a special sauce that helped take some of the pain from your ever-aching body. He hadn’t been wrong, your boobs could do a lot, and the pain truly lessened with your exploration.

Though you were also happy that he had shown you that your breasts didn’t have to be something to be self-conscious about. Maybe he was right, and people were looking for other reasons. Maybe they were supposed to be used for feeling good, like he had shown you, and that somehow resulted in staring. You still weren’t completely sure what the message was, but you would find out soon, of that, you were sure.

Either way, seeing an expression that you would call happiness mixed with something darker had been worth it. You hadn’t seen this kind of enjoyment from him in so long, you wanted to do more to provoke such reactions from him. You also wanted him to teach you more about the benefits your boobs seemed to have. Maybe even the rest of your body was special, too.

Squirming in your seat as you felt warmth and wetness between your legs, feeling as if you were missing something or needed something that was just out of reach, and it only got worse when he flashed you a teasing smirk. “See, princess, those big boobs are just delicious and so very helpful. They are not ugly at all, and I would never be able to do all that with small tits.”

You blushed, still not used to receiving such positive praise on something you had been self-conscious about. “Thank you for your help, De. I would’ve never known my boobs could do things for me. Or that there was a special healing sauce for them. Will you continue to help me learn? I kinda feel happy with their size now, but what if I start feeling bad about them again? Though you are right, it would be hard to do the things you taught me with small boobs.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, big brother is here to help you learn to love your boobs and the size you were blessed with.” He confessed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, giving you a smile that had you feeling relaxed and like nothing would ever matter again. “Plus, there is still much more to teach you and more healing sauce to give.”

His last words have the wetness and heat rumbling uncomfortably inside of you, leaving you desiring so much more. You didn’t know what was happening to your body, but you couldn’t wait to learn and find out alongside your big brother. All you could do was stare up at him in awe. He truly was a miracle worker. You already felt less pain and less self-conscious after his help. What else could he teach you about your body and feeling good?