Perverse;;
.uchihacest. .oneshot. .lime.
I'm an awful person.
I'm awful and sick and disgusting.
There were so many things wrong about the whole situation. So many, it's hard to list them all. His attachment aroused me, then from the arousal the dreams. Sexual upon sexual, I couldn't help it. Even though I was the prodigy of all prodigies, I still had the hormonal libido of a teenage boy. I still got erections, I still got horny. I just didn't get off to the same things other boys my age would.
There were no images of large-breasted women stripping or performing sexual acts dancing through my cerebrum. Mine was filled with boys, lots of them; younger ones more specifically. And all of them had the face of Sasuke.
Jerking off to my little brother, how disgusting. He was so naïve and innocent. Eyes filled with curiosity and that adorable, androgynous face of his. Blemish-free and new to the world I could easily mold him to my will.
The translucent stickiness spread across my stomach was my fuel. Biting down hard on my lip, I didn't want to think this way. I wrenched my eyes shut, scraping my brain for justification. Panting and breathless, I released again, crying out in ecstasy as I did.
Day after day, exact time, perfectly planned, I made sure no one knew what I was doing or where I was going, not that they had to look very hard in order to find me. It was so flawless though, it was only a matter of time before someone became suspicious. The problem was, I didn't expect my little brother to be the one.
My door was slammed open just as I spilled my seed across my thighs. Eyes wide and trying to find a way to make this not seem not like it was, my younger brother's mouth was a perfect 'o' and I knew it was too late. He swallowed, fumbled and looked away, trying his hardest not to look at me.
Stuttering over his words I reached for something--a spare shirt, most likely--and cleaned the mess staining my skin. Tossing the spoiled clothing away I covered myself and tried to find a way to explain. Once I had clothes covering myself he nervously glanced over, most definitely ready to run away if need be.
Reaching out a hand, I coaxed him. "Sasuke, come here." Curling his fingers around the hem of his shirt he stumbled over to my squatting form. Crushing his face into my chest, he hugged me tightly. Swallowing, I tentatively returned the affection, rubbing small circles in his back.
Slowly the touches turned to more adulterated. Bringing my hands around to the front, kneading his upper thighs. He let out a small mewl of disapproval, not understanding the meaning of the touches. I released my grip and held him at arms-length.
Stroking his cheek with the back of my hand I kissed him softly. He was frozen, stiff against my mouth. I pulled away and apologized, softly. It was sick, even a child of his age knew.
Getting to my feet I left the room, and ordered him to bed.
They were all going to pay for making us related. Even though it wasn't his fault, Sasuke was going to pay too.
Fin.
For Evening Tea, because she rocks my world with her fashion-skills and love for uchihacest. Writing this makes me feel like a pedophile.