AN: hello anyone who is reading this; there is something I aught to mention that appears in this chappie, there is yaoi (boyxboy sex obviously) and something a lot more graphic: Incest and rape, torture, and a lot of cursing. I often forget to warn people whenever I have something like this in my story so feel privileged that you have such (slight lol). The incest had to be done…mostly because a certain fan of mine would like it to happen. lol. Anyway! I do so hope you enjoy this installment of The Unknown.

The town was full of hustle and bustle, activity was everywhere; it was almost chaotic. I hid my money in an inside pouch in my shorts so pickpockets wouldn't be able to get to it as I walked down the street. It had taken forever for me to get to town but, now that I was here, I took my time, trying to find some kind of store with outside house paint. I wanted to spend some money on food to make up for missing breakfast and now lunch but I just knew Kankuro would count the change and want to check the receipt to make sure I didn't spend any of the money 'unnecessarily'. The guy was really going too far but where else was I supposed to live? A picture of Naruto's smiling face entered my head and I shoved it away: the people in our school were gay haters, to an extreme. Last year—it was a really bad year, okay?—one of the 'populars' was caught kissing another guy and they beat him, almost to death. And the only reason why they had left him alive at all was because the police had shown up.

I couldn't let that happen to Naruto.

I walked into a building that was 'full of everything and anything' and hoped that the sign outside was true as I wandered around the store looking for the paint I needed. I didn't have a clue as to what I was looking at, never having really shopped before, so I decided to ask for help after about twelve minutes of wandering. It took a long time, finding someone in the stupid uniform that I could talk to and when I did I almost regretted it.

"Excuse me, sir," I walked up to a fat man with greasy brown hair and a crooked smile, "Do you know where the outside paint is?"

He pointed to an isle, not speaking a word. Even though he was wearing a uniform I wasn't completely sure that he worked at this particular store. He motioned to the same isle and I nodded my head, keeping an eye on him even after I started walking toward the isle. I didn't like that retarded look on his face but I shoved it out of my head. That kind of thinking was just rude and I knew better than that, besides the last time I had seen someone make fun of a retard, said imbecile attacked his verbal attacker viciously. He had been an autistic who specialized in fighting.

"Watch where you're going!" snapped a voice I knew better than my own. "Oh, hey, Gaara!" a brilliant smile lit up the face I loved to look at.

I looked at Naruto for a moment before walking on, not wanting him to see my puffy face or burnt skin. He chased me though, walking up beside me and following me to the isle like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you in a couple of days…"

"Fine," I muttered as I looked at the isle full of paints of all sorts and I wondered what the hell kind I needed.

"Would you like my help choosing?"

"Outdoor paint, I have to put a coat on my house today." I knew better than to try to convince him about not needing help; he could always tell whenever someone needed any kind of help and they were never allowed to turn his help down. He was odd and sincere at the same time.

Naruto nodded his head and walked further down the isle, "White is the cheapest…"

"Not white, cream." I snapped quickly, walking along behind him and watching his face as it flitted through countless emotions in a matter of seconds. I marveled at him for a moment, wondering what it was like to feel so much and so openly before I tucked the thought away for later examination.

"Okay…" Naruto looked over the labels and snatched a five-gallon bucket from the stack, "Do you think this will be enough?" I looked at him, unsure—we had never painted the house before. "Okay, from what I've seen of your house you shouldn't need any more than this." He offered it to me with a smile that was so bright I couldn't look at it.

"Thanks," I took it from him and went to go pay for it.

As we were standing in line it filled up, causing Naruto and me to have to stand close together to avoid having to touch a random stranger. "God I have to piss," it wasn't like Naruto to announce things like that and I chose not to respond. "Will ya come with me to the bathroom?" he smirked at me lecherously and I had a bad feeling in my gut—it was kind of stirring with excitement at the ideas running through my head too and I was stuck in the middle of a little debate even before he made his move.

"What are you, a girl?" I looked over my shoulder at him and noticed a creepy looking guy staring at us.

Naruto snorted then got really close to my ear, "I think you of all people should know that I am not." He pressed up close to me, acting like it was to step away from the creepy guy, and actually pressed an erection against my ass. "And I'm horny, do ya mind…?"

I rolled my eyes and discreetly rubbed against him, "No, I should go." The checkout lady was ugly, a lazy eye that followed a jittering path that was glazed over and a lumpy body that made me want to retch since it had been squeezed into clothes that were way too small. She took my can roughly and almost dropped it onto the ground before ringing it up. I handed her the money and took the paint back, along with every last cent in change.

"Come on," Naruto whispered to me again, "I can treat you to lunch afterward."

I stopped and glared at him, he didn't know it but that was literally the only thing that would have convinced me to have sex with him in a public restroom. "Fine," I growled, trying to keep my face neutral.

"Yes!!" Naruto jumped up into the air, a huge smile on his face.

I snatched his wrist and led him away, cursing his cute face the entire way to the bathroom in the back of the store. I really hoped it was sanitary…

If only I had remembered the bruise Kankuro had left on my stomach from earlier.

Naruto was kissing me as he shoved me up against the bathroom stall. I grunted, pulling off his shirt with savage intent even as he tried to remove mine. We separated long enough to get down to our boxers before Naruto attacked me again, kissing me savagely and bruising me with his touch. I pushed him off long enough to turn around and present myself to him, spreading my legs—with absolutely no shame—so he could just slip in after I pulled down my boxers.

"Hurry up," I said, nodding to his dick when he pulled it out of his boxers through the slit used for peeing.

Naruto smirked and walked up to me, running his hand down my sides that dipped in almost like a girl and he smirked. He held his dick with one hand and spread my ass cheeks with the other, slipping inside of me with minor difficulty. It hurt at first, since we didn't have lube beyond some spit but when he began to move, to pound into me and hit that wonderful spot I began to rock my hips, matching his movements and helping him to go deeper inside of me with almost every thrust.

The sound of the door opening made me stop but Naruto covered my mouth and started going at it harder, slamming his dick against my prostate regularly. I braced my hands on the wall, trying to find purchase on the smooth surface, groaning while trying not to groan as Naruto continued.

"Hey did you hear what happened to Jenny?"

The two teenagers began to urinate, "You mean Naruto's girl? What'd the slut do now?"

I pushed back, getting him to go deeper again. He changed his angle and I screamed a little in pain and pleasure. I bit my lip, holding back my sounds and wishing fervently that I could castrate Naruto. As is, I enjoyed having him fuck me too much to harm him like that so I would just have to plan revenge for later.

"Did you hear that?"

I could see them, through the crack in the door, and I recognized them as part of Naruto's posse. I tried to tell him to stop when he did this incredible thing that I don't even know how he does and I stopped thinking right. He hooked an arm under my knee and lifted me leg, allowing his dick to go deeper inside of me and I felt my penis touch the stall wall as I accidentally leaned away from him for more support. My body was throbbing with my heart, clenching and unclenching around Naruto's cock as my muscles shook uncontrollably.

"No, I didn't hear shit. What happened to Jenny?"

"Dude she got gang banged last night."

"No shit?"

Naruto didn't even pause, somehow finding a way to pump harder. I was making constant noise, trying so hard to stay quiet so that we didn't get caught. His grips on my hip intensified, digging his nails into my skin while his lips kissed my shoulder. I leaned back, feeling his pubic hairs tickling my ass, and he bit my neck, sinking his teeth deeply within my flesh while just barely leaving it intact.

"Yeah, she was like suckin' one guy off while two fucked her in the same hole. Talk about awkward!"

"Yeah, my dick is never going that close to another guy's dick." The teen seemed to notice how they were pissing in urinals that were right next to each other. He mostly stopped the flow and moved one down before peeing again.

I grabbed myself when I felt close, jerking my penis until I came on the door, squeezing until I felt Naruto cum deeply inside of me, feeling his dick flex as it shot cum into my hole. I moaned a little, calling out his name softly when I felt him squirt inside of me. Sure it was a little awkward that his friends were a mere unlocked door away, but it had also kind of turned me on, being so close to getting jumped yet still fucking like it was nothing. We panted for a couple of seconds, with him leaning heavily on me and me leaning heavily on the door.

"I swear I heard something!"

"You're fucking paranoid, dude."

"Yeah I guess…" he shook his head and looked around the stalls again.

"It's too bad Naruto hasn't realized what a slut she is, the poor guy deserves to know."

"I know how ya feel, I've been trying to tell him but he's always so far away nowadays."

I looked at Naruto, wondering what they meant and I noticed how he was trying really hard not to laugh. I assumed it was because they thought he cared about the Jenny girl so I punched his arm and pulled on my pants as the guys left. I tripped in the small space and Naruto caught me on instinct, smiling at me and laughing about my klutzy behavior in a teasing way. It was nice, being held so tenderly, in big warm arms. I hadn't received much love in my life, much affection, so I treasured these moments, even if Naruto didn't really know it. I looked up at him, kissed him gently, just barely pressing our soft lips together before I pulled back a little and watched his eyes trace my naked body.

That was when he noticed the bruise that stretched in a line on my stomach; it was a purplish grey color that was darker in the places that Kankuro's knuckles had come into direct contact with since he had used his knuckles more than the upper part of his hand to hit me.

"What happened?" he asked his grip on my arms already too tight for comfort.

"Nothing, I just fell…"

"Don't give me any bullshit because I will find out the truth and you know it." I looked into Naruto's eyes and the anger there was very strong. Too strong for him to not feel anything for me, too obvious that he cared, loved me. If Sasuke could see moments like these then maybe he would understand how I could trust Naruto completely.

"Okay, Kankuro punched me…"

"Why?"

I looked away from him, taking a deep breath, "I don't really remember, it was probably nothing…"

"All the more reason that he shouldn't have done it," Naruto opened the bathroom door and grabbed my paint. I reached out to stop him but he slapped my hand away, "I'm taking you home and having a word with him." He tossed my clothes at me and I dressed myself quickly before anyone could walk in and see me like this.

I tried to protest as he practically dragged me through the store, his eyes blazing with hatred that I had never thought him capable of. At the last second, just before we got to the door, I saw the two guys that had been in the bathroom. The one who had sworn that he heard something tilted his head, shock in his brown eyes and a knowing look on his face that held more disgust then anything else.

Temari answered the door, her face pale and her hair in disarray. She took one look at Naruto and slammed the door shut, locking it tightly behind her.

"I told you," I said in exacerbation, rolling my eyes as he looked around the door for something he could use to force it open.

"Is there any other way in?"

"That would have been the first place I took you, we hardly ever use the front door." I thought about my window but I didn't really want him in my house with my siblings actively knowing it.

The sounds of the five deadbolts sliding out of their respective places alerted them to the fact that it was opening. Naruto gently pushed me slightly behind his body and I sighed at the way that made me feel.

I am not a damn girl; I do not need protecting… but it is nice to know that someone wanted to keep me safe.

Temari answered, looking a hell of a lot better than I had seen her in a long time with hastily drawn makeup and her hair brushed into a resemblance of order. "You're still here? That's good, I guess." She looked around nervously, putting a hand on her hip as she noticed me behind Naruto but said nothing. "Are you, uh, legal?"

"Legal?"

I wrinkled my nose with displeasure, "Stop being a whore and let us in, Temari."

"I'm not a fucking whore you cunt licker!" she snapped, her voice going shrill instantly. That's what happens whenever she doesn't have cigarette money. "And what the hell took you so long? You need to paint this shit hole."

"I know, I know." I stepped in front of Naruto but Temari blocked the door, "What now?"

"Paint. The. Fucking. House."

"Not in my good clothes," I shoved past her, almost knocking her onto the ground, my lower arm throbbed and I felt something thickly slide down it but didn't have time to look at it before the next threat showed itself.

Kankuro appeared, his bulky and smelly form helping his older sister up gently. He turned to me and, with a twitch in his eyes that screamed that he had recently snorted crack; he swung, his fist connecting with my face before anyone could blink. At the same instant that he had started his swing Naruto had flung himself at the brute, knocking him to the ground and simultaneously snatching my wrist and pulling me out of the house. Blood from my arm made his grip loose but he managed to help me up. I glanced back and noticed the knife in Temari's hand just before I was yanked out of the house.

"Stop!" Kankuro called weakly, rolling around on the ground for a few precious seconds before getting up. Temari was screeching at him, telling him to get his fat ass up and stop the little shit before he got away. I assumed the little shit was me, and I assumed that the reason why this was all so funny was because of the blow to my head and my soon-to-be blood loss.

"Hurry up, get in the car," Naruto unlocked the door, his hands shaking with adrenaline and I rushed to the passenger side before realizing that Naruto hadn't pressed the button twice. I tried to open the door but neither of us was quick enough before Kankuro grabbed me, pulling me towards the house with considerable force. I struggled to break his grip but it was painfully clear that I was the weaker of the two of us.

"Let him go!" cried Naruto as he climbed out of the car, his fists balled and I noticed something glinting in his hand. "Or I'll shoot you." His blue eyes were as steady as his hands: calmness that meant seriousness.

Kankuro stopped, noticing the gun just as I did, "You won't use it."

"Try me: self-defense, and I have the best lawyers in the country on my side, I will not hesitate." Naruto looked so serious, so damn determined that I couldn't help but know that he would kill for me. "And I don't care if I go to jail, I won't let you hurt him." I felt a tear slip out of my eye involuntarily as Kankuro shoved me to the ground, holding his hands up in the typical surrender fashion. "Get in the car Gaara."

I nodded my head and dove through his door, climbing into my seat before he could even blink. I slapped my hand over the gash on my arm and hoped that I could stop the blood flow without having to go to the doctor.

"This isn't over," Kankuro looked hatefully at me, "You're a little faggit, I knew it, just wait until father finds out." He pulled out a cell phone that was definitely prepay and dialed a number quickly.

I felt my heart stop beating as Naruto started the car and we drove away.

I drifted in and out of consciousness on the drive to Naruto's house. Of all the times I had been with him I had never once been here and I wondered why it held no mystery to me now. Probably because the bleeding hadn't stopped in the least, my pants were soaked with it, my hand drenched. Naruto had been glancing at it every couple of seconds for the past hour and the more he looked the faster he drove.

"Your house looks a lot like a hospital," I said, my head throbbing and my bruise screaming at me. I still couldn't believe that Temari had cut me with a knife but I was sure I would be fine on my own.

"This is a hospital," Naruto unbuckled his seat belt immediately after parking but I grabbed his hand to stop him from getting out of the car.

"I don't have insurance, there is no way I can afford to be here," I looked up at the building and wondered why my vision was swimming so much. I could have sworn that there was a buggy coming out to the car but I shook my head and locked eyes with Naruto as best as I could.

"I'll pay for it, you've lost so much blood, I don't know how much more you have." I shook my head and it smashed against his window, it was really heavy. My hand dropped away from his wrist, my eyes rolling back into my head and then I knew only darkness.

When I awoke my love was sitting next to the hospital bed that I was laying in, fast asleep. My head rolled listlessly and I noticed my arm was heavily bandaged. There was an IV drip attached to my arm and I pulled it out grunting quietly at the disconcerting feeling. I groggily stood up only thinking of how I couldn't afford all of this treatment; Kankuro was going to kill me when I got home for the bills…

A nurse rushed in here and he forced me onto the bed, I couldn't really resist, my head feeling very fuzzy, and he replaced the IV and I noticed that it was red; blood, not morphine or any of the other clear looking drugs that you normally see people hooked up to on TV.

"It's okay," Naruto was awake now, "I get that you can't afford this so I'm paying for it. I already called Jiraiya and he said it would be fine, and that you could also move in whenever you liked." He was genuilly worried about me; it was an odd feeling that I wasn't sure I could get used to.

I rolled my head away from him, feeling like a charity case. "I don't need your help, take me home." I scratched at the stitches in my arm and Naruto placed his hand over mine to stop the movement.

"Not until they restore your blood levels to normal, then we can go." There seemed to be something else on his mind, something he wanted to tell me, but he didn't and I didn't even want to know.

"To my house?" when he shook his head no I explained it calmly, "Kankuro is going to kick my ass, whether it is today or tomorrow, hell even a week from now: it doesn't matter. The only difference is that it won't be as bad if I come back tonight. I have to explain to father…" I let my head fall back, desperate to get this over with. "Please, I have been living with them my entire life, I know the best path to take, don't make this worse on my than it has to be."

I could tell this was difficult for Naruto, knew that he wanted nothing more than to take me into his shelter but I wouldn't burden him like that. It was bad enough that he would be paying a medical bill on my behalf, I didn't want anymore charity, especially not from him.

Once my blood levels were brought back under control and the bandage to cover my stitches had been all checked, Naruto checked me out, giving them a credit card that paid for the entire thing instantly. Naruto helped me to his car and he slowly drove me back home, staying uncharacteristically silent the entire way. When Naruto stopped in front of my driveway I noticed Kankuro sitting on our porch waiting for me with a bottle—mostly empty—in his hand.

"Please…"

I didn't look at Naruto as I opened the door and got out. I did watch him leave however, keeping his gentle and gorgeous face in mind as I went to my fate.

"Who the fuck was that?" I didn't answer but he hardly gave me time to, "You would bring someone like that home with you, someone who would pull a gun on your own fucking family?" Kankuro grabbed a fistful of my hair and I winced as he dragged me into the house. "And you got your arm fixed up, using money we don't fucking have on something so unimportant! I should kick your ass you little shit."

"He paid for it, all of it." I kept my sea-foam green eyes on the ground, wanting nothing more than to be able to go to my room and lay down. My head was still a little woozy.

"Really?" my brother got in my face, his drunken breath horrible, "Well isn't that just wonderful for you, having mister money bags to bail you out. Why not ask him for paint money, or grocery money, you sure as hell aren't eating any of our food." He wasn't making much sense but he was drunk so I brushed it off as I backed away from him slightly.

I shook my head and lowered my eyes again, hoping that he would give me a chance to talk to father since he was the only one (shared with Temari on a rare occasion) who had a cell phone since he pays for it. I wanted to get one but Kankuro wouldn't let me, if he had, maybe I could have somehow prevented what happened to me next.

Kankuro seemed to get an idea out of nowhere and he grabbed the cuff of my shirt and practically dragged me to his room, shutting and locking the door suspiciously. I gagged at the smell of sweat, farts, and crack—you would be surprised how crack really smells. I had just opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing when he spoke.

"Get on your knees you little faggit."

I stared at Kankuro, just staring at him with a blank face. He couldn't be serious. I rationalized that I was still very low on blood and was hallucinating… because there was just no way Kankuro would want me to suck him off.

But the brute stumbled forward and slammed a hand on my shoulder, shoving me until I got on my knees. I looked up at him, trying to shrug him off but Kankuro got a better idea. I almost cried out when his fist connected to my cheek and I fell to the floor unceremoniously, sitting back up almost instantly.

He waited until I was able to glare at him before continuing. "Yeah, you are going to do this," he dragged me over to his bed and knocked me upside the head again, this time it was hard enough to make me dizzy. I tried to fight as Kankuro tied my hands behind my back, building up breath to scream for Temari. "If you tell her about this, she will probably want to record it. You'd like that though, wouldn't you?" the thought of my sister watching whatever the hell Kankuro was about to do to me was disgusting so I shut my mouth. "You're going to suck my cock, like a good little faggit, or I'm going to beat the hell out of you and then rape you. Which would you like?" I glared at him, trying to get my hands free but it was hopeless, the knot he used felt like a slipknot, the rope digging uncomfortably into my skin. "Say it, or I'm going with the rape."

"They're both rape!" I snapped, trying to sit up.

He slammed a fist into my face again, standing back so he could pull himself out of his pants. I knew this was very bad, even though drunk people couldn't usually get it hard a person on crack could go for hours.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat along with my pride, "I'll suck you…" my eyes fell to the ground and Kankuro stumbled up to me.

I jerked away from the smell on reflex and he grabbed my cheeks, squeezing them painfully so I opened my jaw, albeit reluctantly. I felt the tip of his head slip past my lips and I wanted to pull back but his other hand fisted my hair and held my head still as he entered my mouth. I tried not to gag as it filled my mouth, touching the back of my throat and still jamming more in. I coughed around his cock, scrunching my face up when his pubes touched my nose and I sat there, glaring up at him with utter hatred burning my eyes.

"I know you are not looking at me like that, you're the faggit, you should be enjoying this." He pulled my hair roughly and I felt a jolt go down my spine. Disgust flooded me as the jolt reached my groin and, with a force of will, I kept myself soft.

Kankuro pulled about half way out and shoved back in, causing me to strain and retch. He began to fuck my face, using his hips and pushing on my face to bring it as close as possible. Kankuro moved faster, grunting with the effort and pleasure as he humped my face.

"Suck, or I'll kick your ass," he snarled, using his other hand to push my face faster.

I didn't want to, I didn't even want this to be happening but I did, sucking on my brother's cock until my cheeks burned. He started pumping harder, slamming into my throat until I puked around his cock, spilling between my lips and sliding down my face with the smell of stomach acid. Kankuro didn't stop, he just fucked my face harder still, shoving in until his dick dipped down my throat. I tried to pull away, disgusted that I was swallowing my own puke and suddenly he shoved in farther than before, burying himself deeply within my throat to spill his seed. I felt the muscles in his cock working to spill it, felt his balls against my chin, and I wanted to puke again.

"Swallow it you little bitch," he growled, holding my face up against his pubes and humping a couple of times to draw out the last of his cum. He slid out, still hard, and smirked at me, "Looks like it wasn't good enough."

I glared hatefully at him, trying to stand up but Kankuro kneed me in the face, causing me to fall back against his bed. I watched through bleary eyes as he went for his hunting knife and I got very still very quickly. My brother came up to me and cut off my shirt, ruining it like I had plenty shirts to spare. He was about to rip off my pants when a knock sounded on the door and my sister stepped in.

"Kankuro, do you know where…?" she gave a startled cry at the scene she had walked in on. We froze, everyone in the room waiting for her response to the scene. I felt my heart sink—whatever little hope I might have had slipping away instantly—when a dark gleam entered her eyes. "This is interesting."

"You gonna shut the door or what?" Kankuro grunted, unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them quickly, making it clear that he was going to continue regardless.

Temari closed the door, stepping into the room and sitting down to be comfortable. She picked up the camera in Kankuro's room and turned it on to see if it still had some room left. "Do you care if I delete the stupid shit already in this?" I could tell Kankuro was a little weirded out by Temari being so calm and wanting to watch but he walked over and deleted memory card. "We should show this to Gaara's little boyfriend whenever he comes back." Temari walked up to me, a glint in her eye that made me glare hatefully at her. "I thought that a girl had been making all those noises in your room late at night, but I should have known it was a boy fucking you." She turned on the tape, getting up close to my face, "Well now we shall have a real man fuck you, so your boyfriend can see how it's done." She let the camera trail down my body and snatched my boxer hem with her fingers and pulled them, forcing them off my body and zooming up close to my sex organs. "So little, no wonder why you weren't top."

I snarled angrily, glaring at her even as the camera pulled away and Kankuro grabbed me roughly, throwing me onto his bed.

"He needs to be facing me, that way his lover can see all the faces he makes." I began to struggle, writhing away whenever Kankuro would try to grab me. Temari scooped up Kankuro's hunting knife suddenly and held it to my face, Kankuro grabbing my hair roughly to keep my head still. "Do you want me to fuck up your face?" she pressed the knife against my cheek forcefully and cut it slightly, licking away my blood when she pulled it back.

Temari stepped back and Kankuro slid me around, making me face the camera and I glared hatefully at them both. Kankuro slid his hand down my body, causing goose bumps to form on my skin. I growled, low in my throat, feeling a burning sensation just behind my eyes. I ignored Shukaku, knowing I could somehow get out of this without killing my siblings.

I stiffened when Kankuro pressed his cock to my entrance, he tried to shove within me and we both hissed with displeasure.

"Use lube you dumbass." Temari walked over to Kankuro's and snatched up his bottle of lotion—I mentally shivered at the thought—and threw it at him. I turned my head around and stared at him.

"Why the fuck are you doing this?" I snapped, mostly just confused; I still didn't realize that he was honestly going to rape me yet.

Kankuro slathered lotion on his dick, not really knowing how to have gay sex yet. Kankuro grabbed my hip with one of his hands, holding the bottom of his dick so he could get it in easier. I buried my face into Kankuro's musty blankets, holding back my groan of discomfort as he began to push within me unceremoniously. Temari grabbed my hair, jerking my head up so my weight was on my collarbone, and she put the camera close to my face, making every moment of my discomfort and humiliation very visual. Kankuro pushed in farther, grunting with effort, until he was able to slip in all the way. Snorted, closing my eyes and cursing Temari and Kankuro in my head. I began to struggle again, trying to scoot away from Kankuro, until Temari placed the knife on my face again.

"You just don't learn," Kankuro began to move faster, crashing into me roughly and filling me up to painful levels, not caring about hurting me in the least. Temari set the camera up on its stand, pointing it at my face as she walked up to me. She put the knife on my forehead, above the place where I singed off my left eyebrow (the other one was burned off in a different accident but the result was the same). I stopped moving, not wanting her to cut me in the least, but Kankuro's thrust jerked me forward and helped her first cut to read my skull. I cried out in pain, cursing loudly at Temari, Kankuro paused in his assault and then laughed at me.

"Give me the camera, I wanna let him see what I'm doing." Kankuro took the camera from Temari and zoomed in on my ass, holding my hip with one of his hands and started fucking me harder. I screamed in pain as Temari cut me again, carving a symbol skull deep into my forehead. When she was done she laughed at me along with Kankuro.

My brother leaned over me, humping me harder—after he had given the camera back to Temari—setting his sweaty chest on my back. My face was once again buried in his blankets and I was screaming for him to stop as my brother moved faster, building toward his climax. I shivered, feeling him cum inside of me, pulling out halfway through so he could squirt on my back. I panted along with Kankuro, so glad to have him slip out of me, glad that it was finally over.

Kankuro leaned over me, whispering in my ear as though he were my lover. "Still not enough."

Temari held the knife to my throat as Kankuro untied my hands long enough to put them in front of my body, allowing me balance for the next position he put me in. Kankuro grounded his feet on the floor, sitting down and pulling me onto his lap. Temari brought the camera down to our junk so Naruto could watch Kankuro enter me. I tried not to fall as Kankuro entered me with a smooth thrust, burying himself deeply within my body and holding my hips in place for a little bit. My penis was flaccid and this seemed to bother my sister greatly so she touched me, stroking me into hardness. I wanted to fight it but actual contact on my junk was something I could not resist and Kankuro found my prostate—albeit by accident—and I yelled out, trying not to but unable to stop myself from panting like a bitch in heat. My sister moved the camera back to my face, still stroking me, still capturing the movement of my body from Kankuro shoving his cock deeply within me.

"The little faggit is enjoying it, Kankuro, he's enjoying being fucked by his own brother." Temari slapped me harshly and wrapped her fingers around my throat, cutting off my oxygen. "I could kill you, right now, while your brother fucks you." Temari was having a power trip.

I tried to breathe, my vision swimming and the added sensations of Kankuro slamming full force into my prostate made it so difficult to concentrate on anything other than him. Kankuro pushed harder, bringing my hips crashing down in time with his upward thrust, penetrating me more deeply than ever before and I was so close, to blacking out and orgasm. I assumed my sister had moved the camera from my face to my cock when I did orgasm, my seed spilling on her hand before I blacked out from lack of oxygen.