Fan Fiction ❯ Sins of the Father, Sins of the Son ❯ Misconduct ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Following characters belong to Tecmo, not me...no really! Plot's mine though (current at 14SEP2002) *^^* I'm not using this for profit, just a bit of fun (actually it's hard work - 5am here) Anyhows, a couple of other things.

Note: This is a Lemon fic. That means it's a story that contains sex. I've made sure that it's not utterly explicit though. It also contains incest, a very controversial taboo amongst most people. If you find one or both of these things distasteful or offensive, I suggest you use that little 'back' button on your browser right about NOW!! Oh, and if you're underage? - you shouldn't even be here so ditto!! Rest of yous - hope you know what you're in for? Hope you like it!!

Ok - so that's the nasty stuff out of the way, let's get onto the fic already!!

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Hot steam, slipping down her throat, filling her lungs. Water, sweet hot water; Kasumi's body welcoming every drop as it seeped into every pore, washed over every part of her smooth skin, gracing every rounded curve. So good, so refreshing to be under the shower.

She swept the heated streams of water over her face and dark brown mane with a sigh, feeling the moisture soaking in, revitalising her. The sake had worked its way to the surface, a full body flush accompanying it as she felt the tingling all over. Then exhaustion swept in and the young Kunoichi felt faint, eyes closing, a quiet moan escaping from her lips, the wine only adding to the effects. A hand strayed down over her body as she leaned back against the fogged shower wall. She lingered it over the full mounds of her breasts then trailed it down the gentle line extending to her toned belly. Her fingers toyed with the small ring pierced through the top of her navel, thoughts wandering to her ordeal that had ended only days before.

But only for a moment before her intuition tore at her senses, her eyes flashing open in panic.

Someone was watching...

Head twisting to the side, her frantic eyes scanned through the steam that filled the bathroom. Most times, her training would have had her launching a projectile at the light over head or leaping from the shower recess, blade drawn. But the girl did neither, her body paralyzed by a force she couldn't explain.

A loud gasp as her eyes found the figure through the fog, hands moving by instinct to cup over her chest and crotch. But then a comforting lump of relief settled in her belly as Kasumi guessed who it was.

"H-Hayate Onii-Chan?" She called out in her soft voice.

The steam cleared after a moment and there he stood, her elder brother Hayate...oh...with only a towel about his waist.

"I'll...I'll be done in a moment, Onii-Chan." she called out, turning her body to retain a little modesty as she kept her eyes on him.

But he didn't move. His eyes, so intent. Kasumi could feel the fire from them dance over her visage, the wet mane of her hair, the swells of her fully formed breasts and hips on her otherwise lithe figure. And much as she felt a tinge of excitement at this, the glazed look in her brother's eyes scared her. 'Was it the wine?' she thought to herself.

It felt as though an eternity passed as she stood, wondering what to do, how best to act and not escalate the awkwardness of the situation. Then her senses came together and she reached up to seize the towel from the door rail above.

"Onii-Chan...please leave." she said, finding her throat dry, apologizing in mind for taking something away from him that he seemed to so desire.

"No...don't." Hayate whispered, the look never leaving his eyes. His hand rose to come flat against the other side of the shower door.

"You shouldn't...be here." she continued, clutching the towel to her front. She didn't even know how long she had been trembling for, and found herself unable to still the shivers that shook her body.

"I know...but you're...you're...oh Kasumi." came his broken reply before he came forth, fear gripping her heart as her brother slid the door aside. She stumbled back as he entered, only to find the cold shower wall against her back, trapping her. Hayate's body blocked the heated spray of water as it towered over hers and she found the cool air adding to the uncontrollable shivers, her breath coming in pants now. The door fogged up once more as her brother closed it without turning, sealing them both within.

She stared at him, eyes wide, part of her thinking to push past him and flee out the door. But another part of her wanted to protect the feelings of the one she cared so much for. Yet another, smaller part of her was succumbing to the look on his dashing face, in anticipation of what was to follow. Her feet were frozen to the wet floor, just as her eyes were frozen to his, that same spell from before still at work. Kasumi could feel her heart threatening to pound out of her body in its state.

Hayate leaned in and she broke free of his gaze with great effort, lowering her own eyes; then wishing she hadn't. His sculptured upper torso glistened from the water, armour plate molded to perfection, no doubt hard as steel. His swimmer's shoulders were broad and solid. Yet behind that body that was reserved only for gods resided the soul of the most sensitive creature she knew; her brother Hayate.

"You've grown...ohhh, how you've grown..." he whispered as his hands so strong yet so gentle came to her shoulders. She whimpered and shrank at his touch, keeping her eyes down, cheeks burning, clutching the towel as her only protection close to her body. His own was soaking through and he made no attempt to stop its descent as it fell to the shower floor.

Kasumi tore her eyes away once more, closing them. She couldn't, wouldn't bring herself to look at that part of him, even as she felt him come closer, whispering, "Like an oasis, tempting, irresistible from afar." his words like nectar as he poured them into her ear.

His hand slid up from her shoulder to her cheek, turning her face upwards and about towards him. Light fingers came to brush at the wet locks of her girlish fringe but she kept her eyes squeezed shut. "But unlike a mirage, you're even more beautiful than I imagined." He continued, a thumb brushing over her lips as she gasped.

Her brother's lips joined hers in the same forbidden kiss they had shared earlier in the night, her eyes flying open then. She murmured a protest only to have it stifled by his tongue as it pushed past her soft lips. This time, she didn't pull away, instead letting herself settle into the stolen kiss. It wasn't long before his hands were caressing at her sides, smoothing over her back. Hayate was growing ever bolder, perhaps pleased that she, his little sister was resisting less...and less.

'Oh god, how far is this going to go...' she thought as her hands eased his from her body, only to find them sliding to her front...to her breasts.

Kasumi jerked back from him with another gasp then, bumping the wet wall, her towel falling to the floor beside his. Her hands flashed to cover herself again and she pleaded with her eyes, 'Please...no...I don't have the strength to stop myself, let alone stop you. Please don't.' She begged this in silence, unable to put thoughts to words, feeling the situation spiraling further out of control with each touch.

But Hayate pressed against her, crushing the hardness of his chest against her softer body, hips molded to hers. His arousal drew a soft cry from her as it came trapped against her belly. Insistent, throbbing as his lips came to her neck to kiss and suckle. She knew she hadn't much left within herself to deny him. "I...I love you, Hayate Onii-Chan. But..." she began, cut short as he pressed a thumb over her lips to silence them.

"Shh, not another word, my dear little sister." he cooed, the thumb pushing past the soft petals to find her tongue within as her eyes fluttered close. The thumb left her lips and gentle hands came to her wrists, prying them from her body to pin them against the wall.

**'...not like this...Onii-Chan.' she thought, completing the remainder of her sentence in her mind, her will power draining away.

"Let yourself go. Give yourself to me" came his whisper, voice sweet as he leaned down over her. And she did, resting her head at his hard shoulder with an exhausted sigh, tired of fighting him. Her wet hair draped against his chest as she choked back a sob, her hands holding at his steel biceps. His own hands fluttered down her sides, causing her to tense as they cupped her rounded bottom. The inevitable squeeze caused her to grasp at his arms and she gasped, bucking forwards against him as his fingers pulled her buttocks apart hard.

Her brother's touch wandered up again, cupping over her breasts, his caresses over those swollen nipples sending waves of pleasure through her. And when Hayate lowered his lips to suckle at them like a hungry calf, she could all but grab hold of his head and mew like a young kitten, face buried in his wet, matted hair as the shower spray coursed over her again.

A bite caused her to cry out, his fingers wandering down to her pierced navel. She tensed and almost lost her balance as he explored further south, rubbing over her bare pubes. What was a meant as a 'No' came out as a hushed 'Ah' against his ear. A hand returned to squeeze at her bottom, the other sweeping through the wet mane of her waist length hair. His arousal was nudging between her thighs, seeking entry past her netherlips. "Want you, want to be with you, want to make you mine." he mumbled, trailing a rising path of kisses at her neck.

Kasumi whimpered and squirmed to get away from that hot, throbbing part of him but he held her firm. By now she had little doubt she would be deflowered by her brother before this was through. And much as that part of her yearned to give herself to him, she didn't wish for it at this time, didn't wish for it like this. Her panic sought out her voice and she decided to try for a compromise, "Onii-Chan, would...would you let me take you...in my mouth?" she whispered in a trembling voice, cheeks flushed from the heat, from her own arousal that was also building.

Her heart froze as she met his eyes, an impenetrable coat of lust glazed over them, though he spoke with a gentle tone. "I'd like that...I'd like that, very much. Sweet Kasumi." he whispered, releasing his hold on her. Kasumi know she had her opportunity to escape, the door only a step away. But her brother knew she wouldn't take it, just as she knew that he knew this.

She leaned up to kiss at his neck, shivering hands roaming over his strong thighs, feeling a little more in control now that she had the initiative. "That I can...I can give you tonight." she whispered, daring to grasp his shaft and ease him from her thighs, causing him to hiss. Up till now, she hadn't even dared look at him here, but now she had his rampant, throbbing organ in her hand. She watched with a combination of fear and wonder as it pulsed with lust, wanton heat and desire...desire for her. Her brother groaned as she tightened her hold on him, learning its shape, its feel with this first shy touch.

Like a dutiful Seventeenth Century Courtesan, she swept her hair back and came to her knees upon the towel before him with humility. A moment to view him close; the thick veined shaft, engorged with the flared acorn crowning it atop. It was the first she'd ever seen up close, it was beautiful and it was...her brother's. But perhaps what intrigued her most was the metallic ring that entered through the tiny slit at the tip, exiting through a small hole beside the junction of nerves at the bottom. Along with this, her brother had been left without a strand of bodily hair, this and the ring by-products of the experiments conducted upon them. It gave them an overly nude, pure appearance, and Kasumi herself had come quite fond of it. Indeed, she found the smooth, hairless feel and look of Hayate's body just as pleasing. The marble sized eggs in the soft bag hanging loosely beneath were so sensitive as she found, the lightest of squeezes here causing him to moan.

Kasumi gazed over the ring, watching it glisten with the clear fluid that leaked from the tip. With a shy flick of her tongue, she took a moment to sample the taste as a cautious hand reached up to grasp the thick shaft from above. 'Salty...' she thought, before repeating her actions, tongue straying over the underside of his sex a few times, drawing quiet moans from him. Still curious, she closed her soft lips about the ring, tugging at it with her tongue within. Hayate responded with hisses and sighs as she watched for his reaction.

His hand slipped to her nape and he caressed there, hips beginning to thrust forward a little. She had guessed that her brother would be seeking a little more stimulation and obliged him, steeling herself with courage as her moist lips parted to engulf the head of his sex, her eyes coming closed. The texture brought to mind the taut skin of a grape, though she had no intention of pressing her teeth through to the sweet flesh within. It throbbed against her lips as though a second heart, her tongue keeping it alive and fluttering. She pressed him against the roof of her mouth, applying the lightest of flicks from beneath, flattening the ring upon it's side. Her Kunoichi studies had taught her that this was a man's most sensitive area and her brother's reaction was testament to this. She kept her eyes closed as she couldn't meet her brother's eyes for now, her cheeks searing with embarrassment.

But after a moment, she raised her gaze to look upon his face and was rewarded with the most euphoric of looks etched there. Hayate's eyes were closed, the beginnings of a frown at his forehead, his lips parted the slightest, quiet moans sounding from them. She felt a tickling sensation rush through her body, the deepest of thrills to know that she was giving her beloved brother so much pleasure, so much love by teasing this small part of him with her tongue. His eyes opened and she almost directed her gaze away but for his hands coming to frame her face. Those deep pools of brown were no longer glazed, his voice his own as he whispered to her, "Love you, more than anyone...oh sister...more than anything..." Just to know that it was her...just her that he desired, it was all she needed. Her tongue quickened, intensifying over the underside of his sex, pressing the little locking stud from the metallic circle against the small bundle of nerves at the side. The effects were immediate; she hardly had time to do more, her brother Hayate already so aroused. His moans came louder, more frequent, his sex secreting more and more of those salty, sweet drops upon her tongue as the shaft throbbed in her light grasp.

"Kasumi...oh god, Kasumi" He whispered her name, voice urgent, hands coming to her shoulders for support himself. His body leaned over her, his abdominal blocks contracting, water streaming over the contoured lines, dripping from his pectorals. He seemed so helpless, in contrast to the older, larger and stronger sibling that she always knew him to be...and she liked this, loved this side of her brother that was so open, so intimate, so submissive and trusting...allowing her power, power to take control of his pleasure, to give and to take away at her will.

But despite this, and despite having him in her mouth, Kasumi didn't think herself ready to have him climax there, at least...not yet. Leaving a liberal coating of her saliva upon his sex, she slipped her soft lips from him. Her hand took over to complete what she had begun, stroking at him with loving, gentle pressure, thumb bumping against the little metallic ring. She gazed into his face, the look from before now replaced by one of mild strain. Hayate's breathing had quickened, come harsher, without the meditated regularity that she'd always known in it. Kasumi feared what was coming, up till now only having read of it in books, but persevered...if just for him.

His voice reached a peak as he called her name once more and she saw the head come purple. The throbbing ceased for a second, his body tensing like her own as the girl prepared for the inevitable. Then with a loud sensual groan, Hayate pulsed in her slender fingers, a small stream of hot fluid spurting upon her shoulder. Kasumi gasped again, eyes wide, the throbbing more powerful than ever before as several large spurts of his seed spilt upon her full breasts and taut belly with each subsequent stroke. She was in awe as her brother continued to moan, his love seeming to soothe her skin where ever it happened to fall, warming her soul yet quickening her heart, little flutters in her stomach.

And then he was panting hard, catching his breath, as that part of him did little more than ooze drops of his precious essence down the silver ring, over her loving hand. She had slowed her caresses, knowing his senses were flowing back to him, a mixture of feelings coming over herself. Managing a shy smile, she thought to tell him how much she loved him, how she'd enjoyed watching and pleasuring him at the same time, an endless stream of things to say...but only a few words left her lips, "...sugoi...Onii-Chan..." she whispered.

But before he could answer, that same shiver at her back from before caused her to flash her eyes to the side once again. Her mind reeled in panic, with no relief this time.

The figure in the smokey room turned and fled out the door.

"So sorry, Onii-Chan...I'm so sorry." she whimpered before snatching up one of the soaked towels and throwing the shower door open, dashing through, leaving her brother still recovering in a stunned state. She ran out into the night darkened bedroom, unable to answer as he called. The cooler air from the corridors stung her skin as it blew past, telling of an open door elsewhere within the holiday home.

A shoji screen door slammed two rooms away, followed by the sound of running steps travelling away from the house.

Her heart was racing, her mind likewise; it hadn't just been her imagination. Without another thought she gave chase, knowing she had so much to explain to the other Kunoichi.

As if her younger sister Ayane didn't already harbor enough hatred for her...* * * * * * * * * * *

Author's Notes

** - Kasumi has her desires deep down, but she was never planning for it to happen like this.

Sugoi - Wonderful.

That was a LOT longer than I intended for a 1st Chapter, but I hope yous all enjoyed reading my very 1ST lemon fic *^^*. The 2nd and final chapter should be along rather soon for this short mini-fic. Just so I don't dissapoint anyone, folks looking for more lemon might not find anymore there. But if you're interested in what happens after the chase, stay tuned!!!

Cheers!
Ko-Chan