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An Awakening	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 100549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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The third chapter of this story, hot off the press. Got quite a few reviews... some good... some bad. To mr. 'gg', I assure you, I didn't copy the idea of Sasuke being an incubus. A male character being/coming an incubus is a fairly famous trope in fanfiction, and to accuse me of 'copying it' would be as if I 'copying' someone's idea of allowing Sasuke to have a harem.
But, I digress. Enjoy the chapter!
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Now, Itachi encountered a rather significant problem when she set out to go pick up the ‘things’ she needed.
To be completely honest, she was a tomboy… as if that hadn’t been obvious. The only reason her hair was so long was because she adored her mother’s own raven locks, which she had seen in various pictures her father kept of her - otherwise, everything about her screamed masculinity. The way she walked, the way she trained, sometimes even the way she talked. When she had been young, and with short hair, she even remembered having a few girls crushing on her because they had mistaken her for a boy.
She wanted to make sure that her little brother’s first time - well, first time in the real world - was as good as humanly possible. And so, Itachi departed the Uchiha compound; her destination, a lingerie store, aptly named ‘Kunoichi’s Secret’.
Itachi had never been inside of it. Whenever she had needed undergarments or bras, anything of that sort, the ones that the local stores sold were more than sufficient. She had never needed to… seduce anyone. A kunoichi of her caliber simply didn’t need that, and without the big breasts and big ass that most men desired, she wasn’t all that suited to seduction missions regardless.
She refused, point blank, to allow anyone to see her - Uchiha fucking Itachi - to walk into a lingerie store. And so, about a block or two away from Kunoichi’s Secret, she ducked into an alleyway… strolling out not a few minutes later, henged as a completely different person. Her disguise was a rather unassuming woman, short brown hair, plain features aside from a birthmark on her chin, and matching brown eyes that shimmered in direct sunlight.
It was a cover she used sparingly, only on particularly sensitive assassination or escort missions, or for potentially embarrassing situations such as this one.
Itachi steeled herself for a moment, pausing outside the glass door that lead into Kunoichi’s Secret. She took a deep breath, and then strode inside, a bell atop the door ringing and signaling her entrance.
The woman behind the counter was… memorable, to say the least. Her hair was at least four different shades of color, from red and blue to turquoise and green. A variety of piercings dotted her nose and tongue, two hoop earrings dangling from her earlobes.
“Welcome to Kunoichi’s Secret,” she drawled, half-hidden behind a magazine with a rather scantily clad woman on the counter. “If you need any assistance, just ask. Or don’t…” Itachi heard her mutter under her breath.
Itachi stared at the rows upon rows of… well, lingerie, completely flabbergasted. There was all kinds of styles and tastes here - lace, plastic, latex, metal… was that a horse costume she saw hidden in the back? What the hell kind of place had she dragged herself into!
‘Whatever,’ Itachi thought gruffly. ‘Let’s- let’s just get through this.’
She decided to steer clear of the more… specialized stuff, and strode to the section of lace. The color choices alone were incredible - Itachi really couldn’t see why anyone would want a bra the same color as shit brown, though.
In the end, she decided on a red set of bra and panties. Uchiha colors were good to stick to, she supposed, and besides - she thought they looked rather nice. She was a little queasy about trying them on inside of the store… but… she wasn’t keen on going home, only to find out that they didn’t fit and have to come back into this place.
Casting a glance at the woman at the counter - who was engrossed in the same magazine that she had been reading when she came in - Itachi just decided to say ‘fuck it’, and go ahead. She seemed to be the only person in the store anyways, and as long as she was quick, she would be fine.
She crept into the dressing rooms tucked in the back of the store, choosing the first stall. Closing the door behind her, she fastened it, tossing the bra and panties onto the bench. It was a rather small room, really only able to fit two or three people in it, with a mirror making up the entirety of one of the walls.
Itachi dissolved the henge. And then, she peeled off her clothes, a simple pair of knee-length shorts and a rather thick black shirt. Underneath she wore a rather plain pair of black undergarments, which soon joined her clothes which she had thrown unceremoniously onto the floor.
She cast a glance at the red bra and panties. And then, she slipped into them - hooking the bra behind her back, pulling the panties up her legs.
And she looked at herself in the mirror.
The bra did its work - enhancing her ‘assets’. She didn’t have the biggest breasts… a generous C cup at best… but it was enough, and it worked well, her pale skin contrasting well with the red fabric. The panties were uncomfortably tight… but she felt that was on purpose, considering the outline of her snatch was visible through the crotch.
She felt a flush creep up her neck. Was it strange, that she felt so… sexy. It should be weird. She was out shopping for lingerie to wear for her little brother, and yet she couldn’t help the arousal that tingled in her loins.
Something in her mind clicked. Because this, this was happening now, wasn’t it?
Well… it had already happened, if she were to be honest. She had pushed him onto the couch, whipped out that magnificent cock, and had sucked a load straight out of her younger brother’s member. She could still feel his seed in her belly. Swishing around whenever she took a step. Rocking against the walls of her stomach. It was so warm. So filling.
‘If his cock felt that good in my mouth,’ Itachi thought. ‘Then what’s it going to feel like inside of me?”
Her ingenious mind quickly concocted two scenarios.
The first one (and, probably the most likely): he wouldn’t even be able to fit inside of her. He would jab and poke, she would attempt to mount him, all sorts of things, and that monstorous cock of his wouldn’t even be able to fit inside of her tight little cunt.
The second one: she would probably be in store for the most mind blowing experience of her life. She could just imagine that girth, that heat, that firepower inside of her, filling her, moving about as it rearranged her insides.
No… no, wait, there was a third option: that he would fucking split her in half with his cock, that he would saw her in two as easily as a hot knife would slice through butter.
All in all, Itachi was hoping option two would be the case. Scenario one was a distant second… but the third option was far, far down the list. She’d rather not have ‘killed by little brother’s giant cock’ inscribed on her tombstone.
Whatever. She was already locked into this. She had to do this, for her brother. If she let him loose on the females of Konoha, without any experience, without any restraint… he’d hurt far more than he would aid. That wasn’t acceptable.
Itachi peeled the red pair of undergarments off of herself. And then, she slipped back into her clothes. She forced a seal, and placed the henge back on herself. In the distance, she could hear a ring, and then the desk woman’s bored voice greeting another customer. Tucking the red underwear under her arm, Itachi slipped out of the changing rooms, and back into the store proper.
She was initially intent on making her way back to the front desk to pay for her items - but, something caught her eye.
You see, Kunoichi’s Secret wasn’t just a clothing store. Rather, they sold other items of a more… erotic nature.
Itachi raised a finger, brushing against the fluffy fabric of a pair of pink handcuffs. ‘I wonder what you would use these for…?’ she thought idly.
It didn’t take her long to figure it out. Her hands bound against a bedpost - bent over, Sasuke coming up behind her, his massive cock looming ominously.
A shudder ran down her spine. “Maybe… maybe another time…” Itachi murmured.
“Why are you talking to yourself, nee-san?”
If Itachi hadn’t been a jounin, she would have leapt about three feet in the air. Instead, she froze, turning her head slightly to stare into a pair of green eyes trained on her.
The woman who had said those words was as bright and obnoxious as you could get. Violet hair, tattoos running up and along her arms and legs, skin so white as for her to almost appear like a ghost. There was nothing that would allude to her true identity. But Itachi stared into those eyes, and just knew, as a sister, and as a shinobi, who had just caught her staring at a pair of handcuffs in a classy sex shop.
“Satsuki…?” Itachi murmured.
Of course. Her sister was a chakra sensor - not a very good one, but good enough where she could easily pinpoint her close family’s chakra, even if they were trying to conceal it. She’d probably walked past the store, felt Itachi’s chakra in it and… decided to investigate.
“That’s me!” she beamed. “What are you doing in Kunoichi’s Secret, nee-san?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “Oh… I see.” Satsuki smirked slightly, staring at the red bra and panties tucked beneath her elder sister’s arm. “Who are you trying to impress tonight?” A cheeky grin curled her lips. “Shisui, maybe?”
“No!” Itachi exclaimed. “I’m-” A pause. Hadn’t Sasuke said that she had…? “Satsuki,” Itachi began. “Did you give Sasuke a blowjob last night?”
Satsuki nodded. “If that’s what you call it, yeah!” she said. “His penis-” Itachi gave her a pointed look, and Satsuki quickly lowered her voice. “His penis looked all sore, and big, and I just started sucking on it for a bit, like Jiraiya-sama’s books say girls do. He shot a ton of white stuff into my mouth, and then his penis went down! I did good, didn’t I?”
Her smile was so bright, so innocent, that Itachi could scarcely believe the girl standing before her was eighteen.
‘You know,’ Itachi thought. ‘I probably shouldn’t have sheltered her so much.’
Their father was out of the house enough that Itachi was sure that they could keep Sasuke’s secret from him. But… Satsuki was a different story. She was nosy. A trait she was sure she had picked up from her friend, Naruko. Not to mention clingy too, fiercely attached to both she and Sasuke. To keep something away from her like Sasuke being an incubus… it wasn’t going to happen. And considering how much Satsuki loved Sasuke, and the fact that she had already given him a blowjob...
“Satsuki,” Itachi said, laying a hand on her arm. “I’m going to pay for these,” she said, brandishing the red bra and panties. “And then, we’re going to have a talk about something. Alright?”
A pause.
“Actually…” Itachi said. “You should probably go ahead and get yourself a pair as well.”
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Sasuke nodded to the guards that flanked the entrance to the Uchiha compound - who let him in without question, easily recognizing the son of their clan’s head.
The compound was quiet. It wasn’t late, but it wasn’t early either, and he was sure many people were either out patrolling the city, doing their duties as Uchiha policemen, or out on missions, relaxing in their houses… things of that nature.
Which suited him fine. He wasn’t a social butterfly by any standard, and even if it was his distant family, he’d rather not talk to them right now. He was walking home, knowing that his sister was waiting for him. He was… she was… they were…
Sasuke shook his head. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the events of the past day. Having his mother appear to him in a vision. Having her tell him that he’s an incubus. Her fucking him. Satsuki… and then Itachi both giving him blowjobs, the thought of which still sent tingles up his spine and member. Kushina… Kushina was the worst of all, if that was possible. For so long, she had been a kindly widowed mother, inviting him in with Naruko, making them dinner while he and her daughter squabbled at the table at twelve years of age… and now, she was offering him the opportunity to come in, and fuck her.
Some would call him the luckiest man in the world. And he supposed he was. But… a twenty inch cock couldn’t fix the whiplash that his mind was undergoing.
He heaved a sigh. He knew this compound like the back of his hand - and after five minutes of walking, ducking into side alleys and crossing intersections, he was standing in front of his house. It was simple. Not extravagant, but rather traditional, wooden walls, open windows and such.
Sasuke paused for a moment, his hand resting on the door knob. He took a deep breath. And then, he turned it - striding into the main hall.
There was a small string dangling from the ceiling just in front of the door, and on it, a folded note. He yanked it off of the string, opening the note and glancing at the neat, curved writing on the parchment.
My room. - I
It didn’t take much to figure out who ‘I’ was. He crumpled the note in his hand, and his palm glowed bright red for a moment. And then, he opened his hand - the remnants of the note dropping to the floor as mere ash.
Every footstep seemed to echo in his ears, the creaking of the wood beneath him a rather soothing sound. He passed the bathroom. The door to his room. Satsuki’s room. And now, he was standing before Itachi’s door - which was slightly ajar.
He pushed the door open. But, before he could take in the room, two pairs of arms quite literally seized him, and he could feel himself being pulled onto the bed. He blinked, catching a flash of raven hair and dark eyes, before suddenly he could feel his shirt being pulled over his head, the fabric obscuring his vision. Another pair of hands worked his pants over, and soon those and his boxers were rid of as well.
Finally, he was given a moment of pause. And finally, he could take in what he was seeing. He was laid on his back in the center of Itachi’s bed… Satsuki, and Itachi both flanking him. Satsuki was clad in a tight, blue pair of bra and panties… Itachi wearing the same thing, except it was a crimson red color instead.
“Nii-san…” Satsuki purred, one of her soft hands running up and down his muscled chest. “Nee-san filled me in on everything,” she said, a small grin curling her lips. “You should have just told me last night, you dork…!” Satsuki continued, poking him in the cheek playfully. “Me and Itachi are way more than willing to help you out with your urges and stuff.”
“I… still had to get my head on straight.” Sasuke murmured.
“It’s fine, nii-san.” Satsuki said.
Itachi cleared her throat. “No point in beating around the bush,” she said. “Let’s get this show on the road.” A pause. “First we’re going to get you… erm… warmed up…” Itachi murmured, casting a glance down at his member, which was still freakishly huge even when flaccid. “And then, you can have your choice of us.”
Those words. ‘Have your choice of us.’ So… filthy. So depraved. Almost as if his twin and elder sister would let him do anything to them, absolutely anything...
Sasuke felt his member twitch ever so slightly. He didn’t say anything, because he felt as he might whimper or something if he opened his mouth. Instead, he gave them a single, curt nod.
Itachi gave him a small smile. And then, she and Satsuki went to work. In unison, they dipped their heads down low - and on opposite sides of his shaft, gave him a long, teasing lick, from base to tip, their saliva glistening on his otherwise dry member.
It twitched. And then, before their very eyes, it began to engorge, truly engorge. They could almost see blood pumping through the oversized appendage, and soon it was lifting up off of his thigh. One more twitch, and it pointed straight upwards, quivering slightly. It looked… majestic. Twenty inches of pure manmeat, thicker than a lead pipe and dripping globs of precum large enough to rival a normal human’s regular loads.
Almost simultaneously, Itachi and Satsuki licked their lips.
“It’s so big…!” Satsuki murmured, her voice husky. She reached a hand forward, attempting to wrap it around the base, but only able to get her fingers about half of the way there. She wiggled it around a bit, like a joystick. “It’s really thick, too!” she exclaimed.
Itachi leaned forward, and took a good, long sniff. She shuddered. “That smell…” Itachi whispered, almost to herself. “Oh… oh, that smell.” So… manly. So musky. It sent shivers running through her body… and more importantly, just the sheer smell of his member was enough to help her arousal to begin seeping from her loins.
Her mother truly hadn’t been lying when she had said everything about him would be built for sex. His look, his cock, his smell, his taste… and right now, she and Satsuki had him all to themselves, until late at night when their father would return home. That was hours away, and Itachi hoped that Sasuke’s… urges… wouldn’t be satisfied until those hours passed.
“He looks… warmed up, nee-san.” Satsuki said, with a giggle.
“I’d say that’s an understatement.” Itachi murmured. They both looked at him. “So,” Itachi said, blowing a curl of raven hair out of her eye. “Who do you want first, otouto? Me? Or Satsuki?”
He glanced between the two of them, uncomfortably aware of their expectant looks. His member seemed to be on the same wavelength, pulsating in an almost irritated manner, as if it was desperate for a hot and wet pussy to slip into.
But… he couldn’t chose. Itachi and Satsuki were both… well, gorgeous. Long, sleek black hair… immaculate, pale skin without a blemish to be found. Satsuki’s breasts were a tad bigger, but Itachi’s appeared to be more round and perky. And both of them weren’t lacking in any other department - their asses were nice and firm, their legs long and luscious, everything about them was just… perfect. As an Uchiha should be.
The problem was that how could you choose between perfect, and perfect? It just wasn’t possible.
“I-I’m not sure.” Sasuke admitted.
Satsuki and Itachi exchanged a glance. “You go first.” both of them said. A pause. “No, you go first,” they once again said at the exact same time.
“Just go first, nee-san.” Satsuki whined. “I mean- I sucked his penis before you did, so it’s only fair that you get to stick it inside of you first, right?”
Itachi felt a small smile curl her lips. “If you insist.” she said lightly, mounting Sasuke as a cowgirl would her stallion. She hovered just above his massive cock - her arousal having gotten to the point that it was seeping past the fabric of her panties, drops of her liquid honey falling onto his erect member.
She slipped two fingers down, gently pulling the front of her panties to the side, exposing her glistening slit. Itachi bit her lip. And then, gently, she lowered herself down - until the tip of his cock was pressing against her folds.
Itachi placed both of her hands on Sasuke’s muscled chest, bracing herself for what was to come. “Sasuke-” she ground out, her voice strained. “Take control. Be slow, and if I say stop, stop.”
“Alright…” he murmured.
He reached his hands up, carefully gripping both of her firm and plump ass cheeks with them. It was… funny, he supposed. Itachi looked so small - at least, she did in comparison to his monstrous cock, perched atop it as if she were attempting to sit down on a tree trunk. Even with just the tip in contact with her snatch, it felt amazing, her juices running down the sides of his shaft, the pungent aroma of her arousal filling his nose.
Satsuki hadn’t been idle either. She had laid herself down on her stomach, and had nudged herself in between Sasuke’s legs. From her position, she could see everything, just by looking up a tad. She could see the pulsing veins and muscles running along Sasuke’s shaft. She could see Itachi’s sparkly juices running along the length of his member. But the most astounded part was her view of Itachi’s snatch - which, even with just the tip of her twin brother’s cock jammed inside of it, looked as if it was stretching far, far past where it should ever be forced to stretch.
And he hadn’t even got an inch inside of her yet.
‘Sasuke had better not take his sweet time with nee-san,’ Satsuki thought, her lips alternating between smiling and frowning. ‘But… I bet I can help nii-san a little bit down here,’ she mused, grinning mischievously.
Sasuke, meanwhile, had taken a moment to steel himself. He was calm. Composed. So was Itachi - their dark eyes meeting, so similar and yet so different at the same time. Slowly… so slowly that you could hardly notice it, she gave him a small incline of her head.
That was all the signal he needed.
And he began to pull her down, using her pert ass as leverage to do so. There was a bit of resistance on the initial entrance - but her sopping wet folds helped to lube up his member, and with a schlop, he slid the first inch of his cock inside of her. The next inches came much easier, as he continued to drag her down his cock, relishing in the intoxicating feeling of her inner walls rippling around his member.
Finally, at about the four inch mark, Itachi hurriedly said - “Stop, stop, stop.” Of course, immediately, he stopped - though he didn’t remove his hands from her ass.
“What’s wrong…?” Sasuke asked softly.
“Just… just a minute.” Itachi mumbled, shuddering.
Do you want to know something funny?
It… it didn’t even hurt.
She hadn’t stopped him because his immense size and girth had begun to strain her - no, oh heavens no. She had stopped him because the sheer pleasure of him inside of her had nearly broken Itachi’s self control. It had been so… sudden. So unexpected. If she’d had any idea of what had been in store, she would have been fine, but with only one awkward, quick and bloody sexual experience behind her, she hadn’t been expecting such overwhelming pleasure.
Itachi swallowed a lump in her throat. She had- she’d assumed that this whole incubus business would be a… a chore of sorts. Something like: wake up, brush her teeth, eat breakfast, bend over the couch and have her younger brother screw her tight little pussy with his massive cock to relieve his urges… something like that.
But she hadn’t even considered the idea that she might enjoy the act. Sex- well, she was sure that the sex would be nice. But he’d just jammed a couple of inches inside of her, and already, she was feeling more pleasure than what ten minutes of fingering herself would give her.
It- it frightened her. This was Sasuke, but more importantly, this was a dangerously inexperienced Sasuke - who had only a short sex session with his mother, and two blowjobs from his sisters as his prior sexual experiences. What would happen when he grew even more experienced? Kami, she couldn’t even entertain that possibility. Not here. Not now.
“Alright…” Itachi breathed, locking her gaze once more with Sasuke’s. “Let me take over now, otouto.” she said, placing a hand on his cheek. “How does it feel?”
“I-It feels amazing, nee-san.” he murmured. “You’re so… warm. So wet. It’s different from-” He drifted off. Sasuke had intended on saying ‘jerking off’ (He was an eighteen year old boy! And a virgin up until the previous day. Who could blame him?), but that was definitely not something he’d be willing to admit in front of his sisters. “From when kaa-san did it.” he said quickly. “You’re- you’re a lot tighter than she was, nee-san.”
Itachi chuckled. “I’ll take that for the compliment it is,” she decided after a moment. “Here we go. We’re starting again.”
She gripped his shoulders tightly, offering him a small smile. And then, she slowly began to sink herself down once more, her face growing slightly strained. Still, it didn’t hurt… but the sensation of stretching in her loins was an odd one indeed, even coupled with the pleasure that was shooting up her spine.
“Wow…”
Satsuki looked up, marveling at Sasuke’s cock as if it was some sort of majestic work of art - which, to her, it pretty much was. She had been watching the entire time, as it slowly bulldozed its way into her sister’s tight pussy, turning it from a tiny little hole into a gaping cave as it stretched around his girth. And true to her word… or, well, thoughts, she was helping out. She’d slink forward occasionally, giving Sasuke’s shaft a good lick with her tongue, or teasing one of his near orange sized balls with her hands, adoring in the way his sac would overflow in her fingers.
She wondered… if she sucked hard enough, maybe, just maybe, she could try and like… siphon some of that white stuff that she was sure was flowing around inside of his balls. It didn’t hurt to try. Although she would have to break with the amazing view of him sawing Itachi’s pussy in half to do so, she did it anyways - dipping her head low, and easing one of his balls into her mouth.
It tasted… surprisingly good, actually. It was a musky flavor, the texture of the sac itself fairly odd, although Satsuki was really surprised by just how hot it was inside of her mouth, as if she had just taken a great sip of hot chocolate or of piping hot tea.
Sasuke let out a groan, as he felt something warm and wet engulf one of his balls. Since Itachi had taken the reins, he could spare the attention to find out the cause of the wetness - and he felt his member hardened even further at the sight of Satsuki, suckling at one of his balls as if it were a gum drop. She flashed him a cheeky grin, an odd look considering what her mouth was full of.
Itachi was depressingly slow in her pace, although he couldn’t blame her - he was sure it was a tough job taking in his newly engorged cock. He didn’t press her. He just soaked in the feeling of her pussy rippling around the upper third of his cock, and of Satsuki’s warm tongue lapping along the side of his shaft and balls.
Something occurred to him.
“Nee-san…?” he asked.
“Mmm?” she grunted. Her eyes were closed, her face scrunched up in concentration. She would take an inch of his cock - wait a little while, and then take another inch, and so on. It was taking every fiber of her being to hold in the moans and groans that were desperate to spill from her lips. It was a matter of pride, really.
“Umm… where… where do I cum?” Sasuke asked. A brief pause. “Like- when you guys... “ He swallowed. “When you guys sucked me off, I came inside of your mouths. But… this time, do you want me to… to cum inside of you?”
Itachi was far too focused on the monstrous task of taking in his well, monstorous cock. And so, without even pondering it for a brief moment, she said-
“Go ahead.”
Sasuke posed no further questions.
By about the twelve inch mark, Itachi… Itachi just had to stop. Her entire body was quivering now, from what Sasuke thought was pain, but what was actually fucking mind numbing pleasure. He just felt so… good inside of her! So deep, that if she placed a hand on her abdomen, she could almost feel him rummaging about inside of her. She cast a glance down at where they were connected… both horrified, and pleased by the fact that they were still many more inches to go.
Of course, those would have to be pursued a different time.
Sasuke was on the edge of his limits already. Blowjobs were one thing - but to not only have Itachi’s hot and wet pussy engulfing over half of his cock, but to also have Satsuki working over his balls and remaining shaft… it was too much.
There was no warning.
There was no prologue.
He merely let out a grunt - and then… he came.
The first shot made Itachi jump a few inches, although that wasn’t enough to unsheath her from his cock. It was as if someone had rammed a cannon up her snatch. The first jet of cum alone seem to be at least a pint in quantity… and nearly a half second later, he fired an equally sized jet of cum inside of her again.
Itachi came. Hard. Thankfully, her moaning and shaking was lost on her siblings - Satsuki too focused on the way Sasuke’s balls contracted and pulsed in her mouth, and Sasuke too busy on unloading inside of his sister enough cum to keep a sperm bank stocked for years.
Her cervix was no match for the waves of jizz that Sasuke was depositing in her. It folded under the pressure, almost like a dam breaking, and soon his essence was flooding her womb. Itachi quivered at the feeling of abject warmth, as if she had just sunk neck-deep inside of a hot spring.
At last, however, he seemed to be spent. And not a second too soon. Another one of those pint-sized shots of cum, and Itachi was sure that her womb would have cracked beneath the pressure.
With a wet squelch, he slipped free, his rapidly softening cock flopping downwards and hitting Satsuki square in the forehead - who recoiled back with a yelp. Itachi fell to Sasuke’s side, huffing and puffing, uncomfortably aware with what seemed like a constant waterfall of cum leaking from her cunt, staining her navy blue sheets white.
Satsuki brought her head up, her face shiny with Itachi’s juices, bits of Sasuke’s cum smeared across her forehead. She glanced between Sasuke, and then Itachi - and then down at her twin brother’s cock, which was clearly soft… although still scarily massive.
She pouted. “Aww…!” Satsuki whined. “Why don’t I get a turn?”
Itachi chuckled. “You’re the one who insisted I go first.” she said weakly. “Besides - it’s not as if this is a one time thing.”
Sasuke nodded his head dumbly, unable to take his eyes off of Itachi’s snatch, which was still steadily drooling his cum. There was just something so… primal, about cumming inside of a woman. So right. As if he was born to do it. It was a feeling unlike any other - to unleash your essence as deep as you could inside of a woman’s most inner place, to feel her quiver against you, to hear her moans and groans…
Maybe being an incubus wasn’t so bad after all, he decided.
“Fine!” Satsuki exclaimed, breaking Sasuke from his stupor. “Go to sleep then. But- I swear to kami, that if I don’t get my turn with nii-san, then I’m not going to the store for you next time!”
“Kage Bunshin are a thing, you know.” Itachi drawled.
“But you still have the memory of going to the store, don’t you?” Satsuki retorted. “That’s still your time, your thoughts. Not as easy as having your amazing little sister go to the store out of the kindness of her heart.”
Itachi rolled her eyes. “Stop being so melodramatic, imouto.”
It was amusing, Sasuke thought, the situation they were in.
Sasuke was naked. Itachi and Satsuki were half naked - their bra and panties still very much intact, although Satsuki’s were soaked through with her juices, and Itachi’s were still shoved to the side. They had just finished having sex, the smell of it permeating the room, Itachi’s cunt still stuffed to the brim with his seed.
And here they were. Bantering, just as usual, as if nothing had changed.
It was refreshing.
‘Maybe,’ Sasuke thought. ‘Maybe everything won’t be so different after all.’
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And that's another chapter. We'll start branching out with more girls in the future, but I'm going to try and make this story more organic than '1 girl every chapter' as I typically do. I hope it turns out well.
Don't forget to leave a review telling me your thoughts. Thanks for reading, and as always, have a terrific day.
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An Awakening