AN: Ok, here's the deal; I hate this chapter. I actually wrote it a week or more ago, but there was just SOMETHING about it that I hated. I spent hours reading and rereading it and I just couldn't figure out what it was or how to fix it without rewriting the whole thing from a different angle. So, I'm sorry that there's something off about this chapter. I'm dissapointed in myself for even writting this crap, but hopefully it'll be good enough for now. Maybe I'll rewrite it later or something...who knows.

PS. I'm sorry if some of the grammer and spelling is a little off. My spell check kinda sucks.

ALSO a note for everyone....I can't remember if I mentioned this before, but Kakashi is about 13 in this story. I wanted to clarify that since he was 'getting it on' with Hanabi. And don't worry, we'll be seeing a lot more of Kakashi in this story. *Smiley face*

And thank you to all of my reviewers. You are all very kind.


"Let me get this straight. You caught your eleven year old sister having sex with some guy?" Tenten asked, her brown eyes shining with doubt. I scoffed, scanning the aisles for anything that caught my eye.

"They weren't actually doing anything," I defended, "yet." She made a sound of disapproval as she stopped to examine a few cases of alcohol. "She said that she would have though, because she likes him." I rubbed my face in frustration. This whole thing was messed up. "That's what I'm really worried about."

"And to remedy the situation, you're throwing a kegger." I hate it when she's sarcastic. "How responsible of you." I bit my tongue. As much of a bitch Tenten can be at times, she was a good friend. And I still needed advice.

"You know the party's for Hinata. Hanabi won't even be there."

"Yeah, yeah." She moved on, putting a few cases into the cart. "If you ask me, which I'm assuming you are, Hanabi just needs someone to talk to her. The poor girl was abandoned by her mother when she was six; she has no idea what she's doing." Anger rose in me again thinking about their mother. Insolent bitch. "And lets face it, you're not exactly the best role model."

"I know that." I groaned in frustration, shoving my anger aside. I needed to concentrate, getting upset wouldn't help anything. "But what am I supposed to say to her?"

"Just say what you'd say to a guy." She paused in her browsing, her eyes settling on me in consideration. "Just, be more gentle than you normally would; girls tend to be fragile." I stifled a laugh at the irony. Tenten was the last person I'd expect to be telling me about how fragile girls can be.

She seemed to sense my humor as she tucked a strand of short brown hair behind her ear. She turned her back to me as she heaved yet another case into the cart. I rolled my eyes. This was why I hated asking Tenten to buy me alcohol, she insisted on picking everything and she always bought enough to supply an army.

"And let me guess; you're having Hinata troubles too?" She quirked an eyebrow. I looked away, not willing to look at her. She always had a way of knowing what was going on. She had claimed at one point that it was women's intuition. But I lived with two women, and neither one of them had ever been able to read my mind; thank god. Hinata might never come near me again if she knew what I was really thinking.

I grunted in affirmation, unwilling to voice anything else. Tenten just smirked, something that I'm sure she had learned from me.

"What'd you do this time?" She put a finger to her chin in thought. "Did you beat up her boyfriend?" I paused, but shook my head. The Kiba issue could be addressed some other time. Tenten stopped, the cart swerving with the weight. "Well then, what did you do?"

I looked ahead, my face still and my voice even. "I kissed her." She looked shocked. I watched as her expression changed and her brow furrowed.

"Sasuke," she breathed, her shoulders slumping. "Why would you do that?" Leaning heavily against the cart she placed a hand at her hip. "No wonder you two are having problems. She's probably freaking out."

"I know, but I'm sick of waiting Tenten. I controlled myself for two years, and she's almost sixteen now." I let out a breath, steadying my fragile temper. "You have no idea what she does to me." I thought of all the times my eyes had followed her in a room, memorizing the way her legs moved and her hips swayed. I had spent countless hours imaging those perfect legs wrapped around me.

"Regardless of how long you've waited, you're going to have to wait longer." Her words were hushed, but her voice was strong. "I'm sorry Sasuke, but you're twenty years old, and she's only a fifteen year old girl. There are some lines that just shouldn't be crossed." She pushed the cart toward the checkout. "You'll just have to wait a little while longer, that's all."

I followed her out of the store and to the car, my mind focusing on other things as Tenten talked about the party. I knew that waiting was the best advice she could give. In fact, it was the same advice she had given me when I told her how I had stolen Hinata's first kiss two years back.

A sigh escaped me when I realized the truth in Tenten's words. She's a fifteen year old girl, and she's my little sister. Maybe there are some lines that just shouldn't be crossed. Not yet anyways.

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Hanabi had left to spend the night at Shino's house. I had been displeased at first; Shino was, after all, a boy. But she had stated her case calmly, saying how no one else was available and how Shino was like a brother to her. I scoffed at the irony of the statement but let her go anyways.

I had first met Shino when she had brought him home from school in the first grade. They had been in the same class every year since and I really how grown accustomed to him roaming around the house. I have to admit, if she was going to be hanging out with a boy, I'd prefer it to be him.

"Sasuke, move this couch to the wall." I blinked up at Tenten. She had been bossing me around since we got back. Hinata was scurrying around doing god knows what and Tenten had volunteered our help. I would have volunteered on my own, but now I was sitting stubbornly on the couch, studiously ignoring all of her requests.

"I'm using it." Her scowl mirrored my own.

"Well then use it," she gestured to the far wall, "over there." When I didn't move she only huffed in frustration before pushing an armchair out of the way. "This is the only room big enough for the stage and Hinata's bringing it in any second so start helping."

I grunted before sliding the couch to the wall. Hinata, as it had been revealed not an hour earlier, had found a band to perform at the party. I found myself feeling a little apprehensive at the news. Live music at a party never did bode well for the host's house.

"Sasuke," Hinata stepped into the room, her arms full of sound equipment, "the band's here. Can you help set up?" I only nodded.

She walked to a corner and bent to set the box on the ground. I found myself staring at her legs and up, noticing a flash of red under her skirt. The only red underwear Hinata owned had a small white bow on the front; one of my personal favorites. I smiled thinking about how they must fit perfectly over her rounded hips. Hips that I had days before had the pleasure of holding. I wanted to touch her again, to imprint the feel of her hips against my own in my mind for forever.

Tenten had excused herself to organizing the bar – which she had offered to tend – while I helped the band set up. Hinata had disappeared with her friends. Brushing each others hair and trying on each others clothes no doubt. Tenten laughed when I shared this idea with her, telling me how I really had no clue when it came to teenage girls. Yeah, that really seems to be my problem lately.

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It was hot, crowded, and it smelled of beer and body odor. That's how I would describe my house. I hadn't doubted that this party was going to be big, but I honestly hadn't expected what looked to be the entire high school to show up. I couldn't even move without some scrawny teen in black rubbing up against me.

Staggering out of the crowd I threw a scowl over my shoulder at a kid who had decided that I was the perfect place to dump the remains of his drink. Damned teenagers.

"Hey, great party, isn't it?" Ino screamed over the music. I moved behind the bar with her, glad to be rid of the jostling crowd. Ino had arrived about an hour earlier and offered to take over for Tenten who was currently dancing with a boy with more piercings on his face than I cared to count.

I only grunted a reply that I'm sure she didn't understand. She handed out two bottles before sliding a glass over to me. I downed it, not stopping to taste it. "Where's Naruto?" I asked, feeling odd just standing there.

She pointed through the crowd where I could just make out a patch of blonde bouncing with the music. As usual, Naruto had thrown himself in the center of the pit, not bothered by all the bodies pressed up against him.

I stood there in silence, deafly handing out drinks as kids milled around the bar. I hadn't been able to see much of Hinata all night. I had seen her a few times in the crowd, but I hadn't been able to talk to her. Although, I must admit, I definitely liked what I saw. Short black shorts, lime green tank top, and those silver bracelets I had bought her for her birthday. Absolutely delicious.

"Hey." Ino yelled at me, her face close to mine. I glared, biting out a 'what' which only got me a roll of the eyes from the blonde. "Your brother's home." I turned to where she was looking, praying to god that she had forgotten what my brother looked like and had made a mistake.

His eyes met mine for a second before he turned and talked to someone I couldn't see. Why was he even here? I hadn't talked to him in days and I had assumed he'd skip the party all together; this wasn't exactly his kind of thing. He turned and flashed a wave in out direction. Bastard.

My frown deepened when Ino waved back. She only shrugged her shoulders at me and continued tending to the guests. I looked back but Itachi was gone. Great. Scowling in frustration I pushed my way back into the crowd, not bothering to say goodbye to Ino.

I scanned the crowds looking for a familiar face. I recognized some of the people but most of them were complete strangers. Pushing through I smirked seeing a smiling Hinata talking with a few friends. Not pausing to think I grasped her arm and pulled her to the dance floor.

She blushed up at me as I wrapped my arms loosely around her waist. I wanted to pull her tighter against me, to feel the curves of her body; but was able to restrain myself; brothers don't want to feel up their sisters. "Are you enjoying your party?"

"Y-yes." She stuttered, her eyes darting across my face. I gave her a friendly smile, determined to take Tenten's advice and be nothing more than a brother to her. She was probably right; Hinata was most likely just confused. What she needed right now was a brother; no matter how much I wanted to kiss her. "Thank you, for helping."

"You're welcome." She smiled at me and placed her head on my chest. I could live with this. I could be just her brother for a few more years. Aw fuck, who am I kidding? It's only been a few hours and I can barely stop myself from ravishing her right here. A ghost of a smile graced my lips. But for her, I'd, at the very least, try.

We danced for a while, Hinata's fingers brushing circles on my chest and giving me odd chills that had me practically begging for more. She left me with a smile and retreated through the crowd. Feeling suddenly spent I wound my way through the halls and pushed myself into my room. The noise was muted by the thick walls, but it still pulsed in my ears.

I laid on the bed and thought about Hinata. I fantasized over what her skin would feel like against my own. A groan escaped me when I realized that fantasizing was the closest I was going to get for a long time.

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Hours passed as I wandered through out the house, returning to my room every so often before working my way back through the chaos. It was becoming early morning and although many people had left, the party seemed to be no where near its end.

Running a hand down my face I winced when the band started up a particularly loud song. Casting a quick glance around the rooms I shrugged and went back to my room, determined not to emerge before everyone was gone. Besides, I'm sure Tenten would be able to handle it if anything did happen.

My body ached as I crawled onto the bed, my back facing the door. Finally, some peace and quiet. Sound stumbled into the room as someone stepped inside, shutting the door behind them.

"This room is off limits." I barked. Didn't these effing kids know how to read?

"Sasuke." I rolled over; I knew that voice. Hinata leaned against the door, her eyes gazing intently at the floor.

"Hey," I got up without realizing it, running a hand down her arm. "Did something happen?" Sudden images of fights and fires ran through my mind; my poor, poor house.

"N-No!" She shouted, a blush rushing to her face. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. The brotherly thing to do would be to sit her down and ask her what was wrong. But if I did that, I'm not sure I'd ever let her leave my room. I suppressed the smile that itched to spread across my lips when I thought about that.

"I just," she inched closer, her hand grabbing at the hem of my shirt, toying with it, "I just w-wanted to be with you." Her fingers brushed against the skin of my stomach, sending a ripple of pleasure up my spine and before I could stop myself, I kissed her.

My hands found their way to her waist as she ran her hands through my hair. It was slow, just our lips moving against each other. My tongue traced against her bottom lip. She didn't hesitate before parting her lips, allowing my tongue to draw out her own. She shivered and I pulled her closer, the kiss turning fevered.

I pulled back, reveling in the glazed look in her eyes. A devious smile spread across my lips as I threw her onto the bed. Chuckling at her surprise I crawled over her, claiming her mouth again.

I smiled at the exhilaration I felt. Kissing Hinata would never get old. I craved her. I craved her lips, her body; her taste. I wanted everything that was her, and I wanted all of it, all to myself.

My mouth drifted to her neck and collar bone. I bit her smooth skin, confident that there would be a mark in the morning, something that would mark her as mine. I felt her hands on me, exploring me. My lips caressed hers again, encouraging her to touch me.

A hand slipped under her shirt, feeling the flatness of her stomach. My fingers flitted across the smooth expanse of skin, savoring the silken feel. She moaned as I brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, committing the small noise to memory.

I knew that this wasn't what a brother should be doing. But I found myself not caring as I felt her arch against me. A smirk etched onto my mouth. Yeah, I was totally done waiting.


AN: So, yes, that was the end of my horrible, horrible chapter. *sigh* I just don't know what's wrong with it...well, til next time. Hopefully the next chapter isn't as...bad.