Chapter Eight

AN: 'Suki' means 'to like' or 'to love'.

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Sasuke's cock had risen one day in a manner one envious, little-pecker wielding catamite would call the 'tall poppy syndrome'—stood above all others it had. But to snip it there and then meant incurring the wrath of his loving brother; Itachi had been so eager to hear his first sweet words for years.

He was bent forward, with quivering hands on his knees, eyes wide and blood-shot with excretion whilst he gazed upon the sweet innocence of his little Sasuke as he said the same words with a certain soft lilt to his voice. Cool wind was a tantalizing hand against his tight buttocks. The smell was bothering him . . . again.

The little babe did not talk much. He would sit out under the slating shafts of dimming sun, breathe in sinister scents of that abominable cunt, and pet his cock silly. His pajamas always bore small stains of his . . . innocent pleasures.

The green cotton-filled toy had been his companion for many things. He had, quite diligently, made a hole right where its left beady-eye was and fashioned it to be used as his cum-dumpster. Then he had grabbed a pink coloured chalk and written 'Sakura' on its coarse back. "It's a connection they share," said a fat goose who lived three blocks down. She disappeared the next day. Itachi was a no-nonsense boy.

Itachi had found the surprise that lay in (the green toy) the hard way. He had only been curious enough to sniff and give the squishy thing a little squeeze. The next moment, like an exploding orb of Katon, it had blown up in his face.

Sasuke, throwing an air of utmost joy into his expression, showed teeth and happily pronounced his first few words with such delicate mastery: "Nii-San . . . pussy!"

Itachi, dripping cum on the yellow grass, breathed in deep and tears coursed down his boyish face. His brother had finally said his name! Oh, sweet Sage of Six Cunts, it had finally happened! His form had cast a shadow upon his countenance, but it was up to him to remain steadfast in his pursuits: he would join the criminal organization, Acockissuki, beat the bad cum out of his beloved brother, and mate with the pussy—to oblivion and beyond! In order to fell the beast, you had to mate with the beast!

Then he smiled, shadows dotting his face like moths, and sat down. Sasuke was still smiling, a red bloom overtaking his plump, sweet cheeks as he spoke again: "Nii-San . . . pussy!" How innocent and lovely his little Sasuke was?

From the living room, Mikoto watched, eyes bent on the little one. She had been driven almost delirious by the persistent show of these male passions. Her countenance assumed the agonies of frail expressions, mingled with tentative smiles of joy—all these rutting sessions with Fugaku had left her so sore.

The evening wind's breath was so replete with the evil scent. It had rusted the foundations of Uchiha clan's might; and as a bright pink hue adorned the arc of the horizon, she wore a mien of determination. She would fell this cunt if that was the last thing she would ever do—after she washed Sasuke's pajamas, of course. A mother's day was never done . . .

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