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My first Naruto fic. Because I am who I am it is 1: a threesome 2:has yaoi in it 3:is incest. Heed these warnings and you won't be lead astray.
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Temari knows that she shouldn't love her brothers this way.
An embrace from a sister should only be for comfort or joy, not for the purpose of getting her body as close to the other's. A kiss from a sister should only be given on the cheek or the forehead, never the lips and never for as long as she gives them.
Temari knows these rules as all sisters do. But she cannot bring herself to care, not when Kankuro is kissing her with that skillful knowing tongue and Gaara is touching her with those wicked, curious fingers.
The thoughts plague her frequently so it's with some irony she notes the only time they are erased is during that wonderful moment of climax with Kankuro deep inside her, fingers tight on her hips, and Gaara behind her, holding her shoulders tentatively as she twists her head around for a kiss. He is learning how to kiss but no matter how much experience he gets, Temari hopes he will always kiss the way he does now: tentative, wanting more but afraid to ask, pleased when she does give more.
Sometimes Gaara and Kankuro don't climax with her. She rolls away and watches with heavy-lidded eyes as they move haltingly together. But when their lips finally touch, they lose the hesitation and settle in a position fast becoming familiar. Kankuro will lie on his back and beckon Gaara to him; no longer afraid, Gaara will come and settle on top. They will writhe together, lips meeting in frantic kisses until the wondrous moment comes. Kankuro always moans, unafraid of making sound - much like Temari. However, Gaara is an entirely different case - he always has been - and makes almost no sound. His lips make almost soundless words and only Kankuro can hear them. He can't, however make them out. Temari watches idly and wonders what he says.
After that self-awareness returns to Gaara and his cheeks tinge pink which delights both his siblings. But they have no such feeling and they ensnare him, placing him in the middle and coiling around him to keep him there. And then, with Kankuro at his back, hand reassuringly curled around his hip, and his face buried in Temari's neck, he will allow himself to bask.
And then they will sleep.