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Please, Aniki	By : kakashizgirl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Sasuke Views: 7336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Please, Aniki
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~ Kakashi’s POV ~

I had my reasons why I had agreed to take on the two Uchiha brothers in the first place. I lived alone, I had room for them, Itachi and I were in the ANBU together, the Hokage had requested it…sure I had other reasons…but the fact of the matter was that I still questioned my better judgment in the arrangement of them living with me.

The Uchiha family had been slain by an ‘unknown assailant or assailants.’ It was suspected and even gossiped about around the village that the brothers had been guilty of the heinous crime. Of course, Sasuke had been very young…how involved could he have been?   Stories had surfaced of violent abuse and cruelty on the father’s part and hushed whispers could be heard in the marketplace every time I took the boys out running errands and such.

I had conveniently arrived at the Uchiha compound only moments after the discovery of the murders, and the Hokage had been the first to put in the request with the elders of the village to allow the minor Uchihas to fall into my care. And so it fell into my lap, hell I was all of only 21 years old myself when I took guardianship of the boys.   Itachi had been 14 at the time and Sasuke had been 7. That was six years ago, and they were now 19 and 13.

I sat on the edge of my bed trying to sort through my thoughts, trying to get some semblance of a grip on what I had encountered this evening when I had come home from a short three day mission that left me in need of not only a long hot shower, but an intense desire for rest.

I had walked in the front door of my apartment to a dimly lit living room and the strong smell of sake permeating the atmosphere. It was then that I knew something was not right. I looked around carefully at the clothes strewn on the living room floor, and realized that the trail was leading back toward the bedrooms …

I could hear a rhythmic beat interlaced with soft sensual sounds of music coming from the boys’ bedroom, and as I silently eased closer toward the door in the hallway to see what the two Uchihas were up to, I realized that the door was, in fact, cracked.

I stood extremely still barely daring to breathe, not only at what I heard, but what I *saw* in full breathtaking, mind blowing clarity…

~ Itachi’s POV ~

Kakashi had been gone on a three day mission and was due back tonight. I’d had a short training session with my ANBU squad this afternoon, and then it was home to take a shower and relax on the couch before he got there. Sasuke and I had cleaned up the apartment that morning before I left to go to the training fields. Sasuke had promised me that he would pick up dinner on his way home. He had to do some menial “D-ranked” mission with Team Seven…something about cleaning out and weeding old lady Shiamishi’s herb garden.

I was hot and sweaty when I came in around five o’clock so I took a quick shower, and put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt so I could be comfortable, looking forward to an evening of rest and relaxation. I was so freaking tired…my team and I had trained exceptionally hard for almost six hours. I just wanted to rest.

I hoped Sasuke got home soon, because I was also starving and I wanted something good to eat while we watched some movies on pay-per-view. I collapsed on the leather sofa and sprawled out comfortably, loving the way the cool leather felt against the skin on the backs of my legs.

I reached over to the end table to get the remote control and began flipping through the channels on Kakashi’s new 52 inch flat panel plasma television when I heard keys clinking in the lock of the front door. “Thank you, god! Food’s here!” I whispered to myself expecting to see Sasuke walk in the door with a sack full of tasty fare to satisfy my voracious appetite.

When he came in the door empty handed, I seriously contemplated strangling him on the spot. He took one look at me and it was like it suddenly dawned on him what he had forgotten. “Oh, shit! Itachi! I’m so sorry! It completely slipped my mind…Itachi…I’m so sorry.”

“What the fuck, Sasuke? How could you forget our dinner? Aren’t you hungry too?” I didn’t exactly yell, but I did raise my voice to an octave where there was no mistaking my mounting fury.

Sasuke went on to give me his excuses. “Well, yes, I’m starving. I was just so tired. We had a horrible day today. You remember I told you about the herb garden mission…well Naruto wound up pulling all the lady’s herbs instead of her weeds! She fucking flipped out on us…not to mention what the Hokage did when he got a hold of us…not to mention what Kakashi’s *going* to do when he gets a hold of us… I’m really sorry, Itachi.”

So I let him off the hook. I was feeling extra generous tonight, and he always looks so damn cute when he‘s in trouble…not to mention when he‘s sweaty and flushed like he is right now.

“Eh…it’s okay, foolish otouto (that’s my favorite dig to use on him…it makes him feel extra stupid). Tell you what…you go ahead and take a shower, and I’ll run down to Ichiraku’s and get us some teriyaki chicken, alright?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah…just let me throw some jeans on.”

“Thanks, Itachi. I’m so sorry.”

“No problem, Sasuke. Hey…when I get back, we can watch a movie on TV until Kakashi gets home…”

There…that pulled a sheepish smile from my foolish little brother. He’s 13 now and he hit puberty early last year, so he’s definitely turning into a fine looking young man. His muscles are filling in nicely. He still looks a little slim, but that’s just Uchiha bone structure for you.

His ass…now it’s a work of art. A true masterpiece. Sweet, tight, muscular, with just a hint of baby fat left on it…yeah…whoever gets to hit that for the first time is in for quite a treat. My luck, it’ll probably be Kakashi. Sasuke’s on his team now…and we know what *that* means.

Team leaders *always* break in the male members of their teams good and hard. Don’t get me wrong…they wait until they’re of the ‘age of consent’, which is thirteen in Konoha. Hell, he may be already fucking him…but I don’t think so. I think Sasuke would have told me. We’re actually very close…considering our background…which is another story, and I won’t go into that right now.

So I head out to the ramen shop to pick up our food. I pass by Anjii’s Tea Shoppe on the way and decide to run in and grab a couple of bottles of sake to drink with my dinner. I buy a couple of boxes of tea for Sasuke, too. He’s really not old enough to drink yet. In fact, I don’t think he’s ever even tasted alcohol.

Eh…I get him some ‘Dreamer’s Delight’ and ‘Floral Fantasy’ infused with violets, jasmine and rosehips…that sounds so *gay*…which assures me he‘ll love it. He likes all kinds of exotic teas, and Kakashi always keeps all sorts of different types in the cupboard for him, but like I said…I’m feeling extra generous this evening, and I figure he’ll appreciate trying something new.

I get the chicken and the rice and head back to the apartment. I get plenty for Kakashi, because I know he’ll be ravenous when he gets home tonight. He’s due in around eight or nine o’clock.

I come in the door and see that Sasuke’s still in his towel. His hair’s still wet and he looks refreshed and very happy to see me…or maybe it’s the food he’s happy to see.

No matter…he practically jumps me as I come in the door. “Here! Let me help you with that!” Sasuke’s like that, but strangely enough…he’s only like that with me. With me he’s overly helpful and polite, like he craves attention and approval from me, but with everyone else, he’s aloof and distant…even bitchy at times…even with Kakashi. He’s quite an enigma.

I decide to wow him with my generosity. “Look, otouto! I brought you some new tea.”

He looks at me with what appears to be a cross between a scowl and a smirk as he eyes the other brown bag I’m holding. “What’s that?” He points to my bottles of sake. One for me and the other for Kakashi…if he wants a drink that is…

“What? This?” I try to act nonchalant about it. “It’s just some sake, that’s all. Kakashi likes it with his food sometimes, you know.” There that should shut him up.

But it doesn’t.

“Sake? Alcohol, you mean?”

“Yeah…”

“You gonna drink it?”

“I don’t know, Sasuke…why? Do you give a shit?”

“I dunno…” he shrugs his shoulders and grins. “Maybe…”

I set the brown bag down on the kitchen counter. “Otouto, why do *you* give a shit whether I have a drink with my dinner, or not?”

“Because…maybe, I might want some, too.”

Okay. This is odd. This is the first time my little brother has ever shown any interest in alcohol. I guess it is about that time. He’s is a teenager now…it’s only natural for him to be curious. Should I let him have a drink? Nah…I’ll act like a good big brother and piss him off instead, and withhold the sake from him. Not only will it be fun to see him beg, it’s really for his own good anyway.

I set the table for two, while Sasuke makes his tea. The brown bag sits there on the counter, seeming to have acquired a personality all its own. Apparently it’s calling to Sasuke because I catch him eyeballing it two or three different times. He’s so annoying.

I’m spooning out the food onto the plates inhaling the delectable aroma from the chicken, when I notice Sasuke’s standing right in front of me again.

“Please, aniki?”

“Please what?”

“Please can I have some sake?”

“Uh…no, otouto.”

“Why not?”

“You don’t need it. It might make you drunk, and can you imagine the trouble I would be in when Kakashi gets home if he finds you drunk?”

“If it made me drunk I could just go to bed…”

“No.”

So he’s puffed up now. He sits down to eat, and I sit across from him. He’s still in his towel. It’s okay. It’s just us…we’re family. If his sensei were here, I’d make him put his clothes on, but since it’s just us, I don’t mind. It’s strange, but Sasuke’s actually pretty easy on the eyes. His body is perfect. I think I may have said that before…maybe I didn’t. But yeah. He’s perfect. His muscles are just developing quite nicely beneath his flawless skin, his face is like an angel, his hair is darker than midnight, and his eyes…hmm…in a nutshell, they sparkle with mischief.

So, yeah…I enjoy checking him out. I’ve always been an admirer of beautiful bodies…especially of the male gender. Yes I know…he’s my brother…but I can’t help it. He’s just too perfect. Kakashi’s fun to look at too. Now that man is hot! And his cock is huge! I get turned on every time I have to watch him walk out of the bedroom in the mornings with his massive hard-on, heading for the bathroom…but enough of that…I gotta eat my dinner…and think about pouring myself a glass of that forbidden sake over there on the counter.

I get up to get a chozo from the cupboard. Sasuke’s eyeing me the whole time while he’s trying to pretend he’s eating and not paying me any attention, but I’m an elite shinobi…I’m already onto his game. Heh…

I make it a point to create a lot of noise with rattling the paper sack while getting the alcohol out and clink the bottle hard on the counter for extra dramatic effect. I can see him shifting in his seat. This is hilarious. He wants it and he wants it bad. It’s amazing how something as simple as a little alcohol can turn a teenager into a bundle of nervous energy. It’s like he’s been hooked on it for years and needs a damn drink…but he’s never even tasted sake as far as I know. I’m freaking rolling on the inside with laughter right now.

Then he’s up and standing by my side before I can even blink. He’s watching me intently while I twist the corkscrew into the corked opening. His eyes are sparkling, like really bad, and I have to try very hard to hold myself back from busting out with laughter.

“Wipe you mouth, otouto…you’re drooling.”

That earns me a hard-ass lick in the bicep. His small frame is deceitful. He packs a strong punch. Note to self…do not let your guard down when fucking with Sasuke…or risk being injured in the process.

“Fuck you, aniki.”

“Hmph.” I continue screwing in the corkscrew. “Tell you what, I’ll let you pull the cork…how ‘bout that?”

“…and then you’ll pour me some too, right, aniki?”

“No.”

“Fuck. Please, aniki. I *really* want to know what it tastes like, for one thing. And the other thing is I’d sort of like to know what it feels like to be…you know…drunk.”

“Yeah…I know what it feels like to be drunk, Sasuke. Let me just tell you how it feels, okay, and save you the hangover…” I begin to pour my shallow chozo full of the almost clear, but gently straw colored liquid, enjoying the fragrance of the alcohol tickling my nose. This is tokutei-meishoshu which is a special kind of sake that has jozo distilled alcohol added to it. It tastes better than regular, cheaper sakes, *and* it’s more potent. I put one bottle in the refrigerator to let it chill. Chilled sake is getting really popular…especially during the summer months.

“Sit down,” I tell him, and he does. I start eating my food, because I‘m famished. Normally I don‘t like to eat and talk at the same time, but right now, I‘m starving like a hostage, and my foolish brother has an insatiable desire to learn about the feelings of inebriation, so I elaborate.

“Look, Sasuke. I’m not going to lie to you. Being intoxicated feels really, *really* good. First you feel relaxed, like you suddenly have little or no inhibitions. You’ll probably get more talkative, or find things funnier than usual. After a little more, you’ll start to feel light-headed, sort of like you’re floating or like you‘re in your own little world. You start finding it hard to control your fine motor skills, and your speech will become slurred, then your jaws and tongue will start to tingle and go numb…and I don’t know about you or anybody else, but when I get drunk, my cock gets so fucking hard, and it stays that way…for *hours*. I could fuck all night…or until I pass out that is.”

Whoa. I really shouldn’t have added that last part to the rundown of drunken sensations. Sasuke’s staring at me now…his mouth is hanging open…it’s like his bottom jaw just hit the floor. Fuck, he looks cute like that.

“Anyway…eat your dinner, Sasuke,” I hold my sake up to him, “Cheers!”

His picks up his cup of tea, he’s looking semi-interested and semi-flustered. Sasuke’s not easy to read. He’s always doing these dual emotion things that would get a normal person ridiculously confused, but since I have the same genetic code enmeshed in my DNA…well…I understand him just fine.

We finish our dinner and clean up. I make Sasuke wash the dishes as punishment since he forgot to pickup dinner earlier, while I go lie down and relax on the couch and try to find something to watch on TV.

He comes in a little later, still looking a little down. Poor Sasuke. I almost feel bad. Maybe I should let him have a drink...my Inner Moral Itachi is wrestling with my Inner Immoral Itachi. This is a bad scenario. Immoral Itachi is quite a bit stronger than Moral Itachi and seems to whip his ass every time the two have it out…without fail.

He flops down at my feet on the leather couch. He crosses his arms and looks at me out of the corner of his eye, before looking up at the television.

“What do you want to watch, Sasuke? The Order of the Phoenix is coming on in ten minutes. You like Harry Potter, don’t you?”

“Sure…it’s fine with me.”

He’s still sulking. I can’t take it. I like it better when he’s happy…and…my Inner Itachi is telling me that Sasuke would probably be pretty fucking entertaining in a drunken state, not to mention…*sexy*.

I nudge him with my foot in the hip. “Hey…”

“Huh?” he glowers at me.

“*Want some*?”

“Huh?” his eyebrows shoot up.

Let me rephrase that… “Do you want some sake?”

“Hell yes, Itachi…you know I do. Why do you like to fuck with me so much? I don’t understand it…it’s not right…”

I kick him again a little harder this time to shut him up.

“Tell you what. You go get both bottles from the refrigerator…one for you and one for me. I’m not actually *giving* it to you, you’re *taking* it of your own accord, right? Therefore, I’m not responsible for what happens…”

Oh shit…now he’s smiling! A-fucking-mazing! It’s so easy to please a teenager.

Sasuke has just taken the phrase, ‘you don’t have to ask me twice’ to a whole new level. He’s up, to the kitchen and back before I can say, ‘What do you think, Sasuke?’

“Foolish otouto…” I grin at him. This should be interesting. “Want me to open it?”

He’s got the fucking corkscrew and everything. “No, I’ll do it, aniki.” He’s gleaming. It’s unbelievable.

Sasuke deftly uncorks his bottle of sake. Mine has already been uncorked from earlier, so I just pull it out of the opening. “Now, don’t knock it back…just sip it. Your buzz will last better that way. If you drink too much too fast, you’ll likely get sick.”

“Okay, aniki,” he’s grinning from ear to ear. I’m loving the way he looks with that fucking towel around his waist…and my Inner-Immoral-Itachi is already hard at work, whispering to me what it would be like to get him drunk and out of that towel. But Moral-Itachi is putting up one hell of a futile fight.

I watch him intently as he raises the bottle to his lips and takes a swig. He makes a face. “You like it?” I ask him softly, grinning at the cuteness displayed before me.

“Yeah…I do,” he smirks at me and takes another drink.

I turn mine up and get a good mouthful and swallow it, my eyes fixated on my baby brother. Almost involuntarily, they trail down from his mouth, to his chest, admiring his pectorals and obliques which are becoming very well defined. My eyes continue down to his bellybutton and I’m shocked at Inner Immoral Itachi when my own cock twitches at the pleasant sight of that light trail of black pubic hair that runs from his navel down to what is hidden under that towel.

I grin at him and take another nip from my bottle. Shit. He’s already starting to look glassy-eyed. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his liquor on the first time out. He’s grinning at me. He turns his bottle up almost like he’s trying to see if he can make himself sick…or drunk really fast…or I don’t know what.

“Mmm,” he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.

I turn mine up again, chuckling to myself…as my Inner Immoral Itachi whispers sweet nothings into my mind about what I should do next.

I decide playing it cool is best. Let Sasuke make the next move. I sit up enough to remove the band that holds my ponytail back, and toss it on the coffee table, allowing my hair to come down so I can lay my head back comfortably and close my eyes. I am fucking tired, and yeah…my cock is already starting to firm up nicely from watching Sasuke at my feet, in his towel, turning up his sake.

I hear him groan softly again. Kami! Is it *that* fucking good? I open one eye just in time to see him licking the mouth of the bottle…his pink tongue darting around the glass rim tasting and exploring…yeah…he just wrote his own death warrant.

I open both eyes and look intently at him. He looks back at me, studying me for a moment.

“Aniki?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you know that you’re fucking hot?”

“Hmmm,” I hum quietly to myself grinning and close my eyes trying to appear disinterested in his forwardness. Another thing I love about watching other people get drunk is that it acts like a truth serum on some…and apparently, that’s what it’s doing to Sasuke…either that or it’s just making him horny.

“You look really nice in those jeans,” Sasuke smiles at me with drowsy looking eyes that poorly hide the lust that is starting to creep into them. He’s running his hand along my fucking thigh. What the fuck?!

“You think so, huh?” I grin again, then close my eyes, still feigning sleep, expertly reeling him in.

“Yeah…I do. And I really like the way that t-shirt looks on you too. It’s nice…and thin…and tight….” Yep. His words are slurring badly. I laugh again to myself.

“Yeah,” I sit up, “well, I was just thinking about taking it off, you know?” I reach under the hem and slip it over my head, revealing my naked torso to my foolish little brother. He’ll bite the bait…I know he will.   I stretch provocatively to get his drunk ass to look closer at me, and he does. Works like a charm.

Now I’m laying back on the couch with my drunk brother sitting at the other end near my feet, I wearing only my jeans, and he’s wearing only his towel. Fuck! This situation is setting itself up for some kind of hot sex, and *YES* Moral Inner Itachi, I fucking hear you. I know it’s wrong to take Sasuke’s virginity while he’s three sheets in the wind…but hey, Immoral Inner Itachi…you *are* right…he’ll definitely enjoy his first time more if he’s under the influence of alcohol…he won’t mind the pain so much.

“Hey Itachi…”

“Yeah, Sasuke…”

“Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

I reach to take another sip of my sake, starting to feel the sensual waves of desire rolling through me mingled with the soothing feeling of the alcohol beginning to take over my body and my mind, as well.

“I’ve always wanted to suck your cock.”

“Huh?” This situation was heading downhill fast. I’d have never dreamed it would go this smoothly…or this quickly. I watch as the absurdly Moral Inner Itachi is escorted kindly out the door by Immoral Inner Itachi and his horny little brother, Sasuke.

He reaches out a trembling hand a massages my cock that’s still safely tucked away in my jeans…and when he realizes it’s hard, he grins at me a devilishly crooked smile. “Itachi, you’re hard!”

“Nnnnh,” I love the way his hand feels against me. The rubbing causes me to push my hips up into his palm.

“Will you let me?”

“Let you what?”

“Suck you…”

“No,” like I said, teasing Sasuke is my specialty. Yes, he’s a mystery, but also very readable…especially now. He’s not going to take no for an answer, and I’m going to make him plead with me just for the sheer enjoyment of it.

“Aniki…” he whines and leans over me, running his hand up lightly up my hard stomach, wrenching a moan from me that I bite my lip to contain. I don’t want to let him know how turned on I am just yet…but he’s making it really hard on me.

He sets his bottle down on the coffee table and I see that it’s about half gone. Perfect. He’s about half as drunk now as he’s going to get…that is if I decide not to be generous again tonight and give him the other half of my bottle that’s remaining.

He climbs up over the top of me and leans in close putting his face within inches of mine. I’m looking face to face with my thirteen year old brother. I look down past his face… down his body to his towel which has managed to come open revealing his own hard cock. It looks really nice and stiff. It curves up slightly and is just a couple of shades darker than his pale skin. I love the sight of that black public hair that graces his pale cock. It contrasts starkly, beautifully, like black and white together.

I can’t help myself, and I slide my hand down to let it glide over his length, cupping his smooth balls in my hand, then I slide my middle finger against his hole just to tantalize him a little.

It works like a charm. His eyes flutter closed and he leans against my chest, moaning softly. “God…nii-san.”

“Mmmm,” I smile, and take it upon myself to remove this white towel that’s draped across his backside, and let it fall to the floor by the sofa. He’s still leaning his face against my chest, and his ass…that beautiful perfect ass is in the air, straddling my hips, so all I can see is Sasuke hair, skin, back and ass. I reach around and grasp it with both hands, squeezing that unblemished innocent skin roughly and I give him a hard open-handed slap on one cheek, which does what it was intended to do…rouse him out of his drowsy state.

“Hey! What did you do that for?”

He’s scowling, I’m grinning. “Just getting you ready.”

“Huh? Ready for what?” He grinds his cock into my jeans-clad crotch.

“Ready to fuck.”

He sits straight up at that, and looks at me doubtfully.

“Come on, otouto…you know you want me to fuck you. I mean look…” I give his cock a firm stroke, “you’re hard as a rock.”

“Can’t you just suck me or something?”

“No…you started this. You’re going to suck me…then I’m going to fuck you.”

With that, he reaches over to the table to grab his sake bottle like a seasoned drinker and turns it up. He’s guzzling it and I have to stop him in mid-swig and set the nearing empty bottle of sake back on the table. “Don’t drink it too fast, Sasuke, or you’ll get sick, and I don’t want you puking when I pound that pretty ass of yours.”

“Oh god…aniki.”

He reaches down and strokes his own cock, apparently I’m turning him on more by talking to him. Then he falls back against his end of the sofa. He’s laying here completely naked, his legs spread wantonly, showing me everything he’s got, and I’m loving the view, by the way…his cheeks are flushed as much from the wine as from his arousal, and his lips…oh god, his lips…they’re in dire need of mine against them right now.

I lean over him…why I’m still wearing my jeans, I don’t fucking have a clue…but I like how *unclothed* Sasuke is. He’s completely naked underneath me. I don’t just like it, I love it. It makes him somehow more vulnerable, and oh kami, he’s spreading wide for me and wrapping his arms my neck to pull my face into his.

My open mouth meets his and he receives me beautifully. For someone completely inexperienced, he definitely knows how to surrender nicely. I wonder if he’ll be good at sucking cock. Imagining this hot slick tongue that’s tasting mine right now, embracing my long hard dick sends me into a new realm of desire for my brother.

I moan into his mouth needing him…wanting him… “Ahh. Sasuke. I want to fuck you.”

“Aniki,” he’s breathless now, “please.” He licks my mouth and gently bites me on the chin.

He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but I’m planning on giving it to him…and giving it to him good.

“Mmm, otouto…do you still want to suck me?”

“Hnn…aniki…yes…please…let me…I want to taste you.”

“Okay,” I get up and stand over him, laying there on the sofa. He looks up at me and watches me as I unbuckle my belt, and in one swift movement, jerk it through all my loops simultaneously. I see his breath hitch and he blushes furiously at this movement, normally reserved for when we got whippings as children.

He sits up leaning toward me. My hips are even with his face. He reaches up without a word and unbuttons all five buttons on the fly of my jeans in another fluid movement, then spreads them open to reveal the wet tip of my cock peeking out of the elastic of my boxers. He pushes them down, allowing my length to spring from its fabric confines, eager to feel his wet mouth against it.

I run my fingers through his soft spiky hair loving the way it feels in my hands. I gently push his head toward my dick, aching to feel him on me. He puts both hands on my hips to balance himself and opens his mouth, licking the head timidly as I hold my cock steady for him, with one hand.

“Mmm. Oh, yeah, Sasuke. That’s it…do you like the way it tastes?”

He moans his approval of the taste of my pre-come and at his appreciation of my affirmation of his technique. I know he’s unsure of himself, so I coax him along a little.

“Otouto. Your mouth feels so good on my cock….ahhh, yes. Now take the head into your mouth and run your tongue along the slit. Oh, yeah…that’s nice…Sasuke. Ahh..now use your tongue to tickle me on the underside of my head. OHHH…hell yes…okay now take it deeper.”

I continue to run my fingers in his hair and down the back of his neck, down his left shoulder blade and back up his spine. I’m looking down, wanting to get into a better position so I can take full advantage of watching that beautiful ass.

“Sasuke…you’re really good at this, but do you know what?”

“Hmm?” he hums not taking his mouth off my cock, continuing to bob up and down on it. Yeah…he likes sucking cock. Sweeet.

“Why don’t we move to our bedroom so we can have more room to fuck.”

He pulls back off my cock with a wet pop. I’m still wearing my jeans, and thinking that maybe it would be deliciously hot if I showed him how to do sixty-nine. His cock is swollen very nicely and dripping just a little…it looks so pretty like that…and I can just imagine it in my mouth. I’ll show him how to give a good rim job too while I’m at it.

I take him by the hand, without even bothering to put my cock back in my pants, and help him up off the couch. He reaches out to touch me again, his hands are shaking…he’s hot and he wants it bad. I love this…he’s mine for the taking.

“Don’t be scared, otouto. I’ll teach you how to fuck… *and* I’ll make you love it.” I stroke his face. He’s heavily aroused and looks like he’s on the verge of being overcome with lust. His eyes are hazy, he’s hanging on my every word…he’s looking at me like I’m a fucking *god*!

Yeah…I’ll have him worshipping me before the night is over...

~ Sasuke’s POV ~

When I walked in the door this evening I immediately realized I had forgotten to pick up our dinner. Dammit! I feel so bad when I let Itachi down. As if today wasn’t bad enough what with the disaster in Lady Shiamishi’s herb garden…Naruto is such a loser. We got a good scalding from the Hokage and I’m sure we’ll be in plenty of deep shit when Kakashi returns.

Thankfully, my aniki lets me off the hook. He offers to go and get dinner. Apparently he sees that I’ve had a really difficult day. My aniki is the best! He always puts my needs in front of his. Yeah, he was pissed, and I don’t blame him.

I’m just glad he decided to go get our food while I took a shower. I was sweaty and filthy from crawling around in that herb garden all day and all I could think about was how great it would be to get home to see my favorite person in the world…my nii-san. He promised me we could do something together tonight.

I love spending time with my aniki. He’s the only person who really gets me. Everyone else just thinks I’m weird…and maybe I am. But when it comes to my nii-san, we have a unique relationship. Our connection runs deeper than just shared DNA…it’s like we’re connected on some other level. And I have my reasons for why I believe that, but I won’t go into all that right now. I have another story to tell…

So I go to the bathroom and strip down to shower, running the water nice and hot to be sure I wash away every last smidgen of dirt and grime from my body. I hate being dirty…not so much sweaty…that doesn’t really bother me, but dirt. Yuck! I hate it. There’s a place called the Village Hidden in the Sand. I cannot imagine living where everything is covered with sand. I would be in the shower twenty-four/seven, and that wouldn’t go over too well, I don’t suppose. So I’m thankful that I live in the Leaf Village.

I get out after thoroughly washing every part of my body and wrap a towel around my waist. I take another towel to dry my hair and drape it over my shoulders. I go into the kitchen to get a glass of water; I’m still thirsty from today’s activities. I think I must have sweated at least two liters.

When Itachi comes in the door, I’m still in my towel. I’m feeling really tired and I really don’t feel like getting dressed, so I just wear my towel. Itachi won’t care.

I get so excited when I see Itachi come through the door with that food! I’m utterly famished and can’t wait to get my hands on that teriyaki chicken. So I jump him when he comes in, trying to help him with the sacks and stuff. If my arms were loaded down with all sorts of junk, I’d want him to do the same for me. I love helping my aniki and when he gives me a smile of approval or pats me on the head, it really makes my day.

As if the evening couldn’t get any better, Itachi bought me some tea, which makes me feel all warm inside because he thought about me, and how much I love tea. But then I notice that he has another suspicious looking bag in his arms. It’s from Anjii’s and it looks to be about the size of two big bottles of sake, which is alcohol…which makes you drunk.

“What’s that?” I ask him pointing to the sack in his arms.

“What? This?” He’s trying to act like it’s nothing.

“It’s just some sake, that’s all. Kakashi likes it with his food sometimes, you know.” He’s putting me off, hoping I’ll shut up. Forget it. I’ve been wanting to taste some sake for a few months now…and this is my big chance.

“Sake? *Alcohol*, you mean?” I continue prodding.

“Yeah…”

“Are you going to drink it?”

“I don’t know, Sasuke…why? Do you give a shit?”

“I don’t know…” I shrug at him then flash him my devilish grin… “Maybe…”

He sets the brown bag down on the kitchen counter. “Otouto, why do *you* give a shit whether I have a drink with my dinner, or not?”

“Because…maybe, I might want some, too.” I’m hoping that he’s in one of his generous moods tonight. It seems like he might be. He offered to go and get our dinner after I forgot, like an idiot. He bought me some new teas, and I’m thinking the chances are pretty good that I might get a nip of that sake if I play my cards right.

Itachi begins setting the table while I heat up the water for my boring blah tea…well, it’s not as boring tonight as it usually is, since my brother got me this *Floral Fantasy* frou frou crap. I shouldn’t bitch, though. I should be thankful that he thought of me…but the bastard thought of himself too…enough to buy two bottles of sake, for *him and Kakashi*.

I can’t help but look longingly at that paper sack there on the counter. I’ve heard about drinking, and I’ve heard about getting drunk…and I’m thirteen now, and I should be allowed to have a drink, dammit!

I notice that he’s putting the food on our plates and I ease over close to him.

“Please, aniki?” I put on my sad puppy dog face for him…that works *sometimes*.

“Please what?”

“Please can I have some sake?”

“Uh…no, otouto.”

“Why not?”

“You don’t need it. It might make you drunk, and can you imagine the trouble I would be in when Kakashi gets home if he finds you drunk?”

Who the fuck cares if it gets me drunk? Who the fuck cares if Kakashi gets mad? What’s he going to do anyway…make me do 500 extra crunches…what the fuck?!

“If it made me drunk I could just go to bed…”

“No.”

Fuck! Now I‘m mad. This is ridiculous! I‘m sick of being treated like an infant. After all me and Itachi have been through together, and he‘s going to withhold a little sake from me. I don‘t fucking get it! I‘ll give him my best death glare just to let him know how pissed I am. Maybe I can intimidate him with my anger.

Who the fuck am I kidding? This is Itachi Uchiha we‘re talking about. *Nobody* intimidates him….

Itachi Uchiha…the baddest of the bad. He’s definitely not someone I’d want to cross ways with. He’s way tougher than Kakashi…at least I think he is.

He’s got that long black hair, his skin is like ivory…completely unblemished. It’s amazing to look at. He’s built a little taller than I am, and his bone structure isn’t nearly as tenuous as mine, but he is slender. His muscles, to me, look like they were chiseled out of white stone. He’s an Adonis…I hope I’ll grow up to look as beautiful as Itachi. Yes, I know this is my brother we’re talking about, but I can’t help it. He’s gorgeous and well…just fucking hot!

Itachi gets up…where the fuck is he going? Hell, I knew it. He’s going to go on and drink the sake right in front of me, and not let me have any. Why does he like to torment me? I try not to let him see me watching him, but I’m sure he’s already figured it out.

He’s really playing it up big too…making all kinds of unnecessary noise taking the sake out of the sack, sitting it down really loudly like he’s trying to fucking break the bottle, just to get me riled up. God! This man makes me so mad…he’s impossible. It’s like he gets off on making me squirm. I can tell he’s enjoying every second of this, and I’m just falling right into his game. Dammit! I want to try some of that sake!

I get up and head over to the counter to stand beside him again. I watch him closely as he impales the cork with the silver corkscrew. I feel like a drug addict, wanting another hit…I may as well be foaming at the mouth.   Itachi looks real fucking amused as usual.

“Wipe you mouth, otouto…you’re drooling.”

I punch him in the upper arm hard enough to leave a bruise. There. Take that you bastard. He looks slightly surprised, then amused again.

“Fuck you, aniki.”

“Hmph.” He continues screwing in the corkscrew. “Tell you what,“ he offers, “I’ll let you pull the cork…how ‘bout that?”

Oh right…fucking humor me, huh? I’d like to knock a few of his perfectly straight teeth out, but I’d probably wind up splattered across the kitchen tiles, so I refrain.

“…and then you’ll pour me some too, right, aniki?” I carefully lace my words with syrupy sweetness, like a good little brother, hoping to pull his heart strings just a little.

“No.”

“Fuck. Please, aniki. I *really* want to know what it tastes like, for one thing. And the other thing is I’d sort of like to know what it feels like to be…you know…drunk.”

He‘s such a presumptuous whore. He offers to *tell* me how it feels to be drunk rather than let me experience it for myself. What an unimaginable bastard!

He makes me sit down again, and we start eating, while I listen to my know-it-all aniki give me his boring dissertation on what it’s like to be drunk. He’s going on and on telling me things I am already fucking aware of…relaxed…talkative…floating…motor skills…slurred speech…tingling lips…blah, blah, blah…WHAT THE FUCK DID HE JUST SAY?

“…and I don’t know about you or anybody else, but when I get drunk, my cock gets so fucking hard, and it stays that way…for *hours*. I could fuck all night…or until I pass out that is.”

Motherfucker! I can feel my mouth hanging open. I hate it when he catches me off guard like that. He does shit like that all the time…he just really likes to see me struggle with what to say. And once again…he just looks real fucking amused.

“Anyway…eat your dinner, Sasuke,” he holds up his cup of sake to me, as if to rub it in my face, “Cheers!”

I pick up my boring jasmine laced tea and simply watch him, finding it difficult at this point to conceal my emotions.

We finish our dinner and I clean up the kitchen and wash the dishes (Itachi says it’s only fair that I do the dishes since he had to go pick up the food) while he goes to lie down and relax. He promises to find us something to watch on TV.

I go to the living room to watch TV with my brother. I’m still pretty sad because it looks like he’s going to hold out on me with the sake. I guess I could always wait until he goes to bed and sneak in there and try it…but then I’d likely get the shit beat out of me, so I guess I’ll just sit here on this stupid couch and watch this stupid TV and look at my stupid awesome brother…damn he looks good in that tight t-shirt. I hope I look like that when I’m 19... I sigh feeling completely defeated.

I flop down on his feet at the end of the sofa. He promptly pulls them out from under my butt and puts them in my lap. He’s probably going to make me rub his feet. I’m not doing it. Well, maybe for a bottle of sake…I cross my arms to show him my dismay and give him a sideways death glare.

“What do you want to watch, Sasuke? The Order of the Phoenix is coming on in ten minutes. You like Harry Potter, don’t you?”

“Sure…it’s fine with me.” I don’t really give a fuck…aniki.

He nudges me in the hip with his foot. Here we go with the foot massage request.

“Hey…”

“Huh?” I throw daggers at him with my scowl.

“*Want some*?”

“Huh?” What the fuck?! I immediately envision the wrong connotation.

“Do you want some *sake*?”

“Pfff. Hell yes, Itachi…you know I do. Why do you like to fuck with me so much? I don’t understand it…it’s not right…”   He’s unbearable…I want to take his foot and pin it behind his head for being such a bastard.

He kicks me harder, warning me to be quiet.

“Tell you what. You go get both bottles from the refrigerator…one for you and one for me. I’m not actually *giving* it to you, you are *taking* it of your own accord, right? Therefore, I’m not responsible for what happens…”

Yes! I can’t wipe the wide smile off my face…I’m beaming. You don’t have to ask me twice, Itachi. I return quick as a flash with both bottles and the corkscrew and sit down at the end of the couch where his feet are again. He pulls them out of the way before I have a chance to flatten them this time.

“Foolish otouto…” I hate it when he calls me that. “Want me to open it?” He thinks he’s so fucking smart…and I guess I do too.

“No, I’ll do it, aniki.” Hellooo…I’m a genin…I can figure out how to use a corkscrew…

“Now, don’t knock it back…just sip it. Your buzz will last better that way. If you drink too much too fast, you’ll likely get sick.”

“Okay, aniki,” Anything you say, aniki.   Why is he looking at me like that? He’s checking me out!

I slowly put the bottle to my mouth and turn it up…

“You like it?” he asks me in what is actually a very sexy low voice…and he‘s grinning at me. God he’s so beautiful when he smiles…

“Yeah…I do,” I smirk back at him.

He turns up his bottle and takes a big drink, not taking his eyes off of me. Oh shit…he’s checking me out again. His eyes clearly move from my mouth, down my chest, and down to my bellybutton. They stop at my crotch area, which is covered by my bath towel. What is my aniki doing? He’s insane…now he’s grinning at me.

I continue to turn up my bottle, loving the taste of this stuff. It’s cool how it burns your throat. I like it…so I keep on turning up the bottle. Whoa…was that the room shifting…oh wicked…this feels really good!

“Mmm,” I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, and watch Itachi still turning his bottle up. He sort of looks like he’s thinking…really like he’s wrestling in his mind. He probably feels bad about letting me have a drink.

I’m really enjoying the way I’m feeling right now. Itachi is apparently trying to get comfortable. He takes his hair down…my favorite part of the day…when he takes his hair down out of that ponytail he always wears it in. He looks like a fucking *god*…his hair is long and black and it’s so soft and smooth. We sleep in the same bed and I love to bury my face in his hair. I always have, ever since I was little. It always smells so good and its slippery like silk.

He’s laying back now…it looks like he’s fixing to go to sleep. I’m still sucking down the sake, loving the way it tastes. I lick the opening of the bottle enjoying that sweet flavor on my lips and tongue. I love exploring new tastes.

Itachi’s looking at me. I look back. Then through the mist of intoxication that is clouding my mind, I suddenly feel compelled to tell him how I feel.

“Aniki?” I can feel myself bobbing, ever so slightly, back and forth…my balance appears to be slightly impaired.

“Yeah?”

“Did you know that you’re fucking hot?”

“Hmmm.” He grins and acts like he doesn’t give a shit about what I just said. I’m sure he knows it, but I want to tell him more. It’s like there’s something inside me, driving me to talk…driving me to confess…driving me to tell my brother things I’ve thought, but would never dream of saying when I was sober.

“You look really nice in those jeans,” I can’t stop myself. I want to touch him, so I touch the closest thing to me…his thigh. Only lightly…gently. I can’t help myself.

“You think so, huh?” He’s still grinning at me. His eyes are still closed…he’s either sleepy or trying to ignore me. I’ll have none of that, so I keep talking to him.

“Yeah…I do. And I really like the way that t-shirt looks on you too. It’s nice…and thin…and tight….” I can feel my words starting to run together incoherently.

“Yeah.”

He moved!

“Well, I was just thinking about taking it off, you know?”

Ahh. He’s taking his shirt off now. I *love* the way his chest looks. He’s the most perfect person I’ve ever laid eyes on.   Oh, god…he’s stretching…I want to touch his skin.

Confession time…“Hey Itachi…”

“Yeah, Sasuke…”

“Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

He takes another drink of his sake and looks at me in a really sexy way…I can’t exactly describe it, but his head is sort of tilted to one side like he’s wanting to understand me, but he’s smirking, and his eyes look different to me…they‘re sparkling…like he’s aroused.

“I’ve always wanted to suck your cock.”

“Huh?”

Didn’t he hear me? I’ll show him…I reach out to touch him. Dammit my hand is shaking and I can’t control it. My heart is pounding and I feel breathless. Oh, fuck yes…he’s hard!

“Itachi, you’re hard!”

“Nnnnh.”

He’s moaning like he likes it! He pushes his cock up into my hand…yeah…he likes it..

“Will you let me?”

“Let you what?”

“Suck you…”

“No.”

Why does he do this shit to me…I feel dizzy.

“Aniki…” I moan and lean over him. I run my hand up his stomach loving the way his skin feels. His stomach is hard and muscular…and he’s moaning again. Oh, god…I want to taste his cock so bad.

I set my bottle down on the table. I’ve drank about half of it and I’m feeling no pain. I climb up over the top of him and lean in close to his face…my towel has come open and my naked cock is almost touching his jeans, and I don’t care…in fact, I like it. I want to rub it against him…that would feel really nice.

I see him looking at it. He likes it…oh god, he’s touching me…ahh…it feels sooo good.

He’s massaging my balls and his fingers ghost across my hole, making me whine out softly in pleasure…“Oh…nii-san.”

“Mmmm.” Itachi removes my towel completely and lets it fall to the floor. I lean into his chest. He feels so good…I can hear his heart beating steady and slow in his chest. I just want to lay here forever, but my ass is in the air, and I’m straddling him wishing he would touch me again. Oh yes, he’s squeezing my cheeks…he’s being a little rough, but it feels really good.

Ouch! He just slapped me on the ass, really hard. Why did he do that? Dammit it stings…

“Hey! What did you do that for?”

I scowl at him. He’s grinning at me.

“Just getting you ready,” he says.

“Huh? Ready for what?” I grind my cock into his, enjoying the rough feel of his jeans over the hardness of his thick length.

“Ready to fuck.”

I sit straight up at that, and look at him, a little nervously.

“Come on, otouto…you know you want me to fuck you. I mean look…you’re hard as a rock.”

He gives my cock a firm tug. I’m feeling really odd now.

“Can’t you just suck me or something?”

“No…you started this. *You’re* going to suck me…then *I’m* going to fuck you.”

Holy shit! I grab my bottle of sake from the table and turn it up…I need to get good and drunk…this is turning out to be more than I bargained for…I don’t know what I thought…that we would just fool around a little bit, or what…but now he’s talking about fucking me…and I’m still guzzling this stuff like there’s no tomorrow.

Itachi stops me in the middle of my long drink and sets my bottle back on the table.

“Don’t drink it too fast, Sasuke, or you’ll get sick, and I don’t want you puking when I pound that pretty ass of yours.”

“Oh, god…aniki.”

I touch myself at the purely crude nature of his words…it’s turning me on…like really bad.   I decide within myself that getting fucked by Itachi actually sounds like a damn good idea so I lay back against the arm of the sofa on my end. I spread my legs for him so he can get closer to me…I want to feel him on me…against me.

He leans over me to kiss me and when his mouth touches mine, I completely surrender to him. God, I need my brother to take me. To fill me and fuck me…to own me. I would do anything for him right now at this moment.   All I want is to please this man.

“Ahh. Sasuke. I want to fuck you.”

“Aniki,” I feel like I’m running out of oxygen, “please.” I lick his mouth and nip him on the chin. I’m practically begging him to fuck me.

“Mmm, otouto…do you still want to suck me?”

“Hnn…aniki…yes…please…let me…I want to taste you.”

“Okay,”

Itachi’s standing up and he’s looking down at me, his half-lidded eyes barely concealing the hunger radiating from him. I watch him intently as he unbuckles his black leather belt and with one quick fluid motion, whisks it through all his loops making a thick swishing noise.

That sound brings back many unhappy memories from my childhood, remembering the beatings we received at my father’s hand. It half-embarrasses me and half-arouses me knowing it’s Itachi who’s taking off his belt. I know I’m not going to get a whipping, but instead he’s going to give me something I really want.

I sit forward, leaning towards my brother’s mid-section, so that I am even with his crotch.   I know what I should do next, even though I’m scared. I’m ready to touch his cock and know him sexually. I open his pants roughly, to reveal the wet tip of his huge cock peeking out of the waistband of his underwear. I pull them down, exposing that thick hot length and smooth tight balls.

His fingers manipulate my hair, pushing me toward his cock. I can smell him…it’s a smell I’ve never smelled before. I like it. It’s warm and pleasurable, and I want to taste it. I grasp his hips because it seems like the right place to put them, and tenderly lick the lush velvety head of his dick…he’s holding it steady for me. Fuck, this is so hot, I can barely breathe. I feel like I’m going to pass out. I lick some more, pressing my tongue into the slit…I love his taste. He’s warm and sweet and salty…he tastes good.

“Mmm. Oh, yeah, Sasuke. That’s it…do you like the way it tastes?”

I moan because I don’t want to talk, I just want to keep tasting. I find that hearing Itachi’s praise and encouragement makes me want to please him more. I realize just how much I long to make him feel good.

“Otouto. Your mouth feels so good on my cock. Now take the head into your mouth and run your tongue along the slit. Oh, yeah…that’s nice…Sasuke. Ohhh!…hell yes…now take it deeper.”

He’s making me so horny talking to me like that, telling me how good it feels, how he’s enjoying *me* sucking his cock. *His baby brother sucking his big hard cock.* I need more…it’s like a drug now…I have to…have more.

“Sasuke…you’re really good at this, but you know what?”

“Hmm?” I don’t dare take my mouth away and lose this wonderful feeling of being this close to him. I love it. I’ll do this for him everyday from now on if he wants it.

“Why don’t we move to our bedroom so we can have more room to fuck.”

I pull away at his words…I want him to take me to our bedroom and take advantage of me. I want him to fuck me all night and make me beg for more.

He takes me by the hand and helps me up off the couch.   I reach for him again. Dammit my hands are shaking so badly. I want him to touch me all over. I need him to touch me.

“Don’t be scared, otouto. I’ll teach you how to fuck… *and* I’ll make you love it.”

He strokes my cheek, and I seriously feel like I’m going to die if he doesn’t do something to me soon. I’m on the verge of begging him. If he doesn’t make a serious move soon…I think I may spontaneously combust.

He leads me into our bedroom. We have a king sized bed, a luxury that we put our meager ninja wages together and bought because we both like to be able to spread out while we sleep at night. Of course by morning, we’re always wrapped up together anyway…that’s something I’ve always loved…sharing a bed with Itachi.

The king sized bed takes up a lot of good walking space in our bedroom, but we talked it over and decided we would forgo the foot space for comfortable sleep space. Now Itachi’s getting ready to fuck me, I’m especially thankful for our big comfortable bed.

He pushes me down on my back on the firmly soft mattress. His jean clad knee is pressing between my legs spreading them apart as he leans over me to take my mouth in a another heated kiss. The warm sweet flavor of sake fills his mouth and I am carried away by the taste…

I think that forever, no matter what happens or what doesn’t happen, anytime I taste sake, I’ll be transported to this hot night in the middle of August when my aniki fucked me for the first time. It will be eternally etched it my mind…the smells, the sounds, the tastes…the sight of him hovering over me…gazing at me through eyes heavy with lust…dark and smoldering…his hair falling around his face, tickling my chest…the feeling of his hard body against me…the way his jeans feel with the cold metal buttons of the open fly pressing against my thigh.

And the way his big cock feels against mine…I’m so hot and needy…I’m absolutely aching to feel what it’s like to have him inside me.

“Nnnh…Sasuke…I want you to suck me some more…and I‘m going to do something for you too, okay?” he moans softly into my ear as he licks and bites my earlobe softly.

I close my eyes and arch my back into his chest…just wanting more contact…like I said, at this point, I’ll do anything for him.

He rolls off me and lays flat on his back. “Take my pants off for me…”

I easily comply, wanting to see him in his full unclothed glory. “Now, I’m going to show you two things that I think you’ll like…otouto. Get up here on my stomach but face away from me…yeah, like that…that’s good, Sasuke. You look so fucking hot…I love your ass.”

He’s grasping my hips while he’s talking to me…now he’s pulling me backwards…he’s coaxing my ass toward his face. Oh god, what’s he doing? “Itachi…” I gasp.

“Relax, Sasuke.”

Now I’m straddling his neck. His cock is right in my face, so I just do what comes naturally and begin licking and sucking it again.

“Mmm…that’s good, otouto…you keep on doing that, and I’m just going to reach around your thighs like this…and spread you apart so I can get to you better, okay?”

“Hnnn,” I moan my agreement, still loving the taste of his cock.

I can feel him spreading my ass wide apart exposing my hole to his face. What’s he doing? He’s not going to….?!?!?! Oh, god! He’s licking my ass. Ahh…it feels so heavenly. My cock is rubbing against his chest, but I’m not getting a lot of movement. I can feel it dripping on him sliding around against his chest as I move up and down on his shaft.

He presses his tongue in and out of my hole…and I am getting hotter and more excited with every passing second. I push my ass against his face begging him with my motions to take me rougher…and then I feel him slide one of his fingers into me. It feels so good. He’s stretching me, pressing into me.

I continue with my cocksucking, which by the way, I’m enjoying immensely. He tastes so good and I love the way it smells down here close to his cock. I can’t get enough.

“God, otouto…you’re so tight. Has anyone ever fucked you before?”

“No…”

“I didn’t think so.”

I raise up off his cock for just a moment. “Are you going to fuck me, aniki?”

“Yes…”

“When?”

“Not long, otouto…”

He’s licking my balls and running his tongue up my ass in long wet licks, slicking me up nicely. Thank god I took a shower before we did all this…ahhh. His tongue tickles against my skin and I can feel his hot breath on me too…I want to come, and I want to feel his huge cock up my ass. I feel lightheaded and woozy…like I don’t care what happens as long as I get fucked.

“Okay, otouto,” he pushes me off of him, and now I’m kneeling on the mattress beside him…he’s raised up on one elbow, and he’s gently stroking my cock and teasing at my balls with his other free hand. “There are several ways we can do this. Any one of them is just as good as the other, but I’m feeling generous tonight, since this is your first time…I’m going to let you choose the starting position.”

I’m breathless… “I don’t care, aniki…I just want you to fuck me…”

“Oh, I going to fuck you Sasuke…I’m going to fuck you into this mattress,” he grins at me with what definitely looks like an evil grin.

I’m melting. I never realized how much I wanted my brother to take me…I think I would love it if he would be forceful with me, but he’s being really polite about all this, but I have a feeling once we start fucking, he won’t be so respectful anymore…

“I can either, fuck you from behind…you on all fours…that’s a good way. Or, I can lay on my back and you can ride my cock…that will give you ‘some’ control over the penetration, but not a lot…or you can be on bottom and I’ll fuck you…eh…missionary style.”

I’m dying here.

“There are a lot of other positions, but those are the main three.”

“…can we do all three? … and see which one I like the best?”

He laughs softly. “Sure, if that‘s what you want…”

He gets up and walks over to his night table, his cock jutting deliciously from the front of his body. I had no idea he was that big…I don’t guess I’ve ever seen him hard. I’m in awe. I want to say something about it…and thanks to the sake…

“Aniki…your cock is huge.”

He looks up at me and grins again. “You like it, huh?”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“It will hurt, a little, but since you are half drunk…it will be somewhat easier on you…and it only hurts for a second…then it feels really, *really* good.”

He’s fumbling through the drawer of his bedside table, for what, I don’t know. He comes out with a little opaque bottle with a purple cap.

“What’s that?” I ask curiously, touching myself lightly as I wonder what he’s got.

“This is lubricant, otouto. It will help make everything nice…and slick…so it slides in easier…and doesn’t hurt as much.” He’s climbing back onto the bed, and pushing my head down. “Now, get your ass up for me, Sasuke. I need to prepare you.”

“Nnnh…okay…” I obey; I’m on my knees with my face down against the mattress. I feel his fingers ghost across my entrance…they feel slick. Now he’s sliding his finger in me again…I can feel it gliding in and out. That feels nice. I reach behind me and spread my ass wider to give him deeper access. He slides another finger in stretching and pushing at my insides. It feels a little uncomfortable at first, but it’s not so bad…I’m starting to enjoy this.

“Ahhh, Itachi…that feels…nnnh…really good,” I push harder against his hand. Now I feel him turn his hand, and he runs his fingertip across something that feels unbelievably awesome. I’m overcome with a mind-blowing sensation of pleasure that makes my whole body shudder.

“What was that?” I pant.

“That, otouto, is your prostate.”

“Ah…god!” he touches me there again and I cry out, shaking all over from the feeling.

“Do you like that, Sasuke?” He strokes it again… “…yeah…I bet you do…hmm…it feels sooo good, doesn’t it Sasuke?” he purrs softly.

I feel him push a third finger in, and it hurts… “Relax, otouto,” I feel his hand stroking gently down my spine, enticing me to relax at his touch. I take a deep breath and exhale. I can feel his fingers tenderly stretching my insides. I’m shaking all over because I’m anticipating what this is going to feel like when he slides his cock into my ass.

He’s taking his time…He‘s being so careful with me. I love him more than anyone in the world. Even though I’m pretty well intoxicated I reason within myself that I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to have been my first. Itachi knows me better than anyone, and I’m so turned on right now, I feel like I’m going to come without even being touched...

“Mmm, Sasuke. Are you ready?” he’s massaging my ass right now, cupping my balls, his hands gliding against the insides of my thighs.

I raise up on my hands and arch my back, pushing my ass up higher and closer to him. I feel his hard length against me; god, he’s making me hot! I want him and I want him now.

“Please, aniki. Do it! Stop teasing me…I need you!”

“Nnnnh,” he moans into my ear as he drapes himself lightly over my back. He’s not putting his weight on me…he’s just trying to get his skin against my skin, I think. The heat radiating from him is like a slow burning fire. He’s being easy with me. I know he is worried about hurting me.

“I don’t want to go too fast or too hard, Sasuke. Not right at first…or I’ll hurt you. Be patient…”

I push back against him again, my body language begging him to take me. Pleading with him that I don’t care if he hurts me or not. I turn my head into his face, wanting to feel his lips on me another time. He kisses me in an open mouthed kiss. I taste his tongue in my mouth again, the taste of him mesmerizing me.

He leans back on his knees and clutches one of my hips with one hand and I can feel him lining himself up with my entrance with the other. I hear his breathing. The bedroom is quiet except for his Bose Wave-Radio…strangely enough it’s playing something with a sensual hypnotic beat, forcing me of its own accord, deeper into the realms of passion with my brother.

I feel him rub the head of his cock against my entrance…I feel the slickness of his own ejaculation trickling out lubing me more. I feel his weight press against me, meeting the slight resistance. “Breathe, Sasuke…”

I take a deep breath and on the exhale, he pushes in, I feel his head slide past the tight ring of muscle, going into me. It burns a little, but I can take the pain. I’m a shinobi. I’m already learning the arts of tolerating pain, so this shouldn’t be that hard…..”OH GOD!!! ITACHI, IT HURTS!!” I cry out when the pain is suddenly way more than I expected.

“Just breathe Sasuke. It’ll feel better soon.”

He pushes deep into me and it literally feels like I’m being ripped in half. I’m certain that I must be bleeding because it hurts *so* bad. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. I want to cry out for him to stop, and at the same time I want to cry out for him to keep going.

He’s all the way in and he stops.

“What are you doing?” I whine.

“I’m just giving your body a second to adjust…” he leans back over me again, and licks my shoulder causing me to moan and shudder against him. I feel his hand on my cock now…easily gliding up and down on it, thumbing my slit.

“Ohhh…” I begin to move my hips in circles against him. Even though it hurts I beg for more…I need to feel Itachi thrusting into me. I want to hear him cry out my name and fill me up with his hot come. I’m more than ready for this.

I whisper the ‘forbidden’ words that bring my world crashing down around me…

“Aniki…please fuck me…now!”

He leans back again, and grips both my hips in his skillful hands and pulls out almost all the way before slamming hard back into me. He does it over and over and over again. I cry out with each smack of his hips against me, and now he’s sliding in and out a little more gently. He’s angling his hips, I can feel it…I know what he’s about to do. And there it is…he slams against my prostate over and over, sending waves of ecstasy coursing though my body, winding me up tight and then releasing me like a child’s toy…making my world spin out of control…sending me to heaven.

We go on and on. Itachi setting the fuck rhythm. Me conforming to him, submitting to him, completely surrendering to him.

Even though I’m whimpering and crying like an injured puppy, he continues on the relentless pursuit of our release. Suddenly I remember his words from earlier…*when I get drunk, my cock gets so fucking hard, and it stays that way…for *hours*. I could fuck all night…or until I pass out that is*.

And it sends me over the edge. My orgasm hits with almost no warning, flooding through me like a rushing river gathering in my groin and erupting out in burning hot waves of passion, causing me to tremble uncontrollably against my brother’s body.

“Ah, yeah. That’s it otouto…do you like for me to fuck you?”

He’s still pounding into me. I’m writhing under him like a beaten animal desiring to get away from the sweet torture. I succumb to him, and lay my face and upper chest against the bed…the waves of my orgasm are beginning to slowly subside…I’m almost thankful…the feeling is almost too much to bear.

“Nnnh…Sasuke. That’s position number one…”

I breathe out heavily, frightened now of what he’s about to do next. And sure enough, he pulls out of me and roughly flips me over on my back.

“…and *this* is position number two…”

I’m laying in my own come as he pushes my legs back against my chest, spreading my ass cheeks wide apart, as he lines himself up and pushes back into me again. This I like better, because I can see my aniki’s face now. His eyes are closed as he thrusts in and out of me. I realize that I can touch him now…yes…I definitely like this.

He’s holding himself up off me with one strong arm. I notice the way his muscles ripple under his skin as he exerts himself. His movements are graceful and fluid. I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, loving the way his hair feels…always loving the way his hair feels, and whisper… “Aniki…”

He opens his eyes slightly to look upon my face. His head slightly tilted, he leers at me, then our mouths collide in another deep and needy kiss. Our tongues intermingling with one another, I taste his saliva in my mouth, and I want more. I moan into his mouth and spread my legs wider for him.

“Nnnh. Otouto. You’re so hot and tight. God you feel goood…”

I realize that I’m quickly hardening again amidst the friction of my brother’s hard stomach. He reaches underneath me and lifts me up into his lap as he continues to kneel on the bed, never breaking out connection. He’s so strong…

Now he’s massaging my cock with his own hand…it feels sooo good…he’s moving faster on it. Oh shit! I’m gonna come again. I can feel it again…that wonderful tickling sensation. It’s building again. “Ahhh…aniki! I’m coming!”

“Otouto…you look so beautiful…when you come,” he whispers between thrusts.

“You’re killing me, Itachi…please….”

He laughs, his voice deeper and huskier now that before. He’s loving all this, I can sense it.

“Oh, Sasuke…remember…you were the one who wanted to try *all three* positions, right?”

“Ahhh god…Itachi…please,”

“Please what, otouto?”

“Please stop…”

“Stop what?”

“I don’t…ahhh….oh…please aniki…”

“*Please aniki…*” he’s mocking me now. Itachi can be cruel sometimes. I guess this is what I deserve, after pressuring him to let me drink the sake. And getting drunk, and I did, after all, make the first move on him. “Oh god help me….”

“You have to ride me first, Sasuke, before I come. That’s what I’ve been waiting for all evening…for you to ride my cock…hah…yeah.”

And he’s so deft and agile, that he somehow manages to lay back on the bed, his head comfortably on the pillows, did I mention that he’s grinning the whole time…he can be a bastard sometimes. And now I’m straddling his hips with his cock still up my ass. I’m covered in my own come. I’m sure my face is burning red, because I can feel it. I’m out of breath and I haven’t even really exerted any energy except for being pounded by Itachi.

“Now…it’s your turn to do the work.”

He smirks at me and puts both hands on my hips and pushes up into me forcing me to cry out in ecstasy as he rams my prostate again. “Do it,” he growls.

And I comply once again. I slide up and down on his cock…on my brother’s huge slick cock. It feels incredible…it feels good to have a little control of the situation now, however little it may be. I go fast for awhile, then slow my rhythm down to a sweet sensual pace. Itachi’s touching me all over my stomach, my cock, he’s running his hands up and down my legs. I love it…I don’t ever want him to stop.

Then we both hear the keys turning in the lock in the front door…Kakashi’s home! I look at Itachi suddenly wide eyed and scared.

“No, Sasuke,” he murmurs to me, still enjoying the fucking I’m giving him. “Don’t stop. Don’t. Do you hear me? Keep going.”

I look at him, my extreme doubt showing on my face, as I look back at the door that is cracked about five inches…just enough for my sensei and our guardian to see exactly what’s going on.

I can sense his chakra … damn, it’s strong. He’s coming toward our bedroom. Itachi presses me to keep going…I want to please him more than I’m worried about Kakashi catching us screwing. So I continue rough riding my brother. I sense Kakashi outside our bedroom door for a moment….more like a *few* moments, and then I feel him disappear into his bedroom, quietly closing the door with a soft *click*.

Not long after that, Itachi begins to draw closer to his own release. He’s gripping my hips painfully and slamming me down onto his cock, that I have gotten well stretched and accustomed to now, and that I’m thoroughly enjoying more than ever. My own erection is slapping against my stomach as I enjoy this wonderful feeling of riding Itachi’s cock. *This*…is my favorite position of the three.

When he finally comes, I watch his beautiful face twist in the sweet torturous throes of passion. He grits his teeth and grabs my cock drawing me again to another dry, but pleasure filled orgasm.

I hear Itachi whisper… “Sasuke…” before I see the room fade to black.

~ Kakashi’s POV ~

I toss and turn, unable to sleep. I can’t get the vision of the Uchihas out of my head. I get up and figure maybe if I get a drink of water or something, I’ll be able to get to sleep. I throw back the covers and touch my bare feet to the cold hardwood floor of my bedroom. I run my fingers through my hair and glance out the window over my bed at the full moon that is hanging bright against the deep purple of Konoha nighttime sky.

And then I sense him there in the room with me. His shadow creeps slowly across me as he nears my bed. Before I have time to acknowledge that he‘s there, he’s straddling my lap, his mouth on mine, gently, lightly pleading for entrance with the rough softness of his tongue. I run my fingers through his long black hair and moan into his mouth, loving the taste that always meets with me every single night that I’m here. He’s met with me for nearly the last eight years…

…and six years ago, on this very night, I watched him murder his entire clan…but that’s another story…
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