So, I edited this chapter and the next a bit. It's still not the best, and all three of the Sand Siblings are at least a little OOC.
However, I'm almost finished with the third chapter and I think I did better at keeping them themselves.
So, enjoy.
"Temari…" His lust filled voice ricocheted around the room. He wanted her. It was easy to see in his eyes. Beautiful eyes the color of dark chocolate, flecks of gold and amber hiding within their depths. He looked more than a little dishelved with his hair coming loose and dangling around his face, jacket askew, and black pants bulging. She would take her time with him. Break him down slowly. She pushed lightly on his chest until he took a seat on the bed. Temari straddled him, her hands tangling in his hair and pulling him closer. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, planting soft little kisses along the skin then pulling her face up next to his so her mouth was next to his ear.
"Shikamaru…" She whispered, rocking her hips. Rubbing against him through his pants. Shikamaru groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her naked body closer. A soft moan escaped her lips as his fishnets rubbed against her budding nipples. His hands roamed over her flesh, sliding over her back, gripping firmly on her ass. The way he was kissing her screamed, "Mine." She couldn't have him in control now could she? She threw him back into the pillows, moving up slightly so that her knees were on either side of his hips. She undid his pants slowly, savoring the impatient, needy, and lustful look that had taken Shikamaru's eyes completely.
She trailed her fingers down his stomach, stopping at the tuft of brown hair hiding under his waistband. She pushed his pants down the farther she went. Shikamaru moaned quietly as her fingers brushed against him. There was a sound outside and Temari's head swiveled around to look at the door.
"Temari." A different voice. Her eyes snapped back to the pillows to find Gaara's light turquoise eyes staring back at her.
"Ga-Gaara…" Sand swirled around her ankles and wrists, tightening until it had a firm grip on her. Gaara shifted and the sand pulled her down to lay beside him. Her hands were pinned above her head and her ankles pinned at the foot of her bed. In a flash of movement, Gaara's naked form was atop her, resting between her thighs. His fingers trailed down her body, trailing over her nipples and brushing through her pubic hairs. His fingertips brushed softly against her folds, spreading them slightly to rub her growing wetness. A soft whimper broke through her lips, and a smirk spread across her little brother's pale face.
He circled her clit slowly with his thumb, index finger poised at her opening. Temari moaned, fighting her wrist restraints weakly. The sand dissolved away as his finger slid inside her.
"Mnn. Gaara." She couldn't stop the soft cry from getting out and soon Gaara's lips were on her's. The sand dissolved away from her ankles and wrists and her arms wound around her brother's neck as his fingers kept a leisurely pace. He slid another finger inside, moving faster than before. His kisses trailed down her neck, teeth grazing the skin, eliciting a few moans from Temari.
"Temari… You will be mine." He withdrew his fingers, replacing himself at her entrance. A bit of fear tried to creep into Temari's mind, but it was quickly vanquished by the sensation of her little brother pushing himself inside of her, claiming her. She was mildly aware of the pain, but the warmth spreading through her body made it inconsequential. Temari moaned when he thrust the rest of the way inside her. He began moving again, increasing the speed of his movements along with the frequency of her moans and whimpers.
Temari felt her stomach clenching and knew she was on the verge. The heat overtaking her body was almost unbearable and she clung to Gaara for life, it seemed.
"Gaara!" She cried as the orgasm took her. Her muscles spasmed around him, pulling him over with her. His teeth dug into her shoulder fiercely as his movements stopped and his warmth seeped into her.
"You are mine, Temari." He whispered against her bruising flesh. "Mine."
Temari sat upright in bed, pulling the sheets tighter around her to cover her breasts. She scanned the dimly lit room and noticed idly how the sheets stuck to her inner thighs.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me…" She hung her head and threw the sheets aside to shower. She crawled out of bed and let her gaze fall to the dark spot where she'd been laying. She sighed and opened her bedroom door, not expecting Gaara to be home or Kankuro to be awake. Unfortunately when she stepped into the hallway she saw the face that now haunted her dreams. And she was standing in front of him in nothing but a thin pair of white panties. Gaara's eyes widened infinitesimally and he moved slightly to let her walk by. Temari ignored the rush of heat to her cheeks as she walked past him, his arm brushing her bare breast. She all but ran to the bathroom and shut the door swiftly behind her.
She sank down to the floor, heart hammering in her chest, its beats resonating off the walls around her. Temari tended to talk in her sleep. Had he heard her? Did he know she was dreaming of doing that with him? Did he ever think of something like that with her? She squashed that thought quickly. He was her little brother. Nothing even resembling a romantic relationship could ever happen between them. It's just wrong. Not to mention against the law. She could be killed. By her own father at that.
No, that man is not my father. She glared at the tiles across from her and stood up hesitantly, not sure if her legs would support her. She crossed the room slowly, almost as if in a trance. She couldn't get Gaara out of her head. Her little brother. Her little brother had given her the best orgasm she'd ever had, whether he knew it or not.
Gaara stood on the roof, looking out at the shifting sand of the dessert. Shukaku kept putting images in his head of Temari laid out before him, fear and lust in her eyes. Something had changed with them after the Chunin Exams. Gaara didn't know what it was, but Temari was actually trying to be close to him. Almost like she wanted to be around him and wasn't scared for her life.
"She has good reason to be scared. Just imagine how wonderful her blood would taste. How it would feel. Dripping from your chin. Pouring from her wounds. It would be pure ecstasy. You could kill her. It would be so very easy. Just stalk into her room again while she sleeps. Have the sand crawl up her thighs, shredding any clothes in sight." The images played out in Gaara's head, each scene horribly beautiful and so tantalizing. "Her breasts rising and falling with her shallow breaths, drenched red. The blood seeping into the sand. Her screams filling the air will be almost as delectable as her sweet, sweet blood. Screams echoing with your name falling off her lips. She'll be yours for the taking…" Shukaku might have stopped speaking, but the onslaught of images kept coming fast, one after another. Each one sending Gaara's bloodlust off the charts.
"She will be mine." A sadistic grin spread across his face. His dark red hair blew with the wind and in whirlwind of sand, he was gone…
Me likey Sandcest. ^.^