InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Romp! ❯ Er - What Are You Talking About, Hitten? ( Chapter 8 )
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By: abraxas_ren 
Hitten sure does have a sick and twisted love for his brother! (thunderbrothers)
Inuyasha Romp!, 3rd Place, Thunder Brothers Pairing
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.08.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 328 | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
Hitten sure does have a sick and twisted love for his brother! (thunderbrothers)
Inuyasha Romp!, 3rd Place, Thunder Brothers Pairing
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.08.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 328 | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
"Er - What Are You Talking About, Hitten?" by Abraxas (2009-01-16)
I think it started at the crib. As babies crawling under a blanket indifferent of the judgment of the world. We wouldn't have been yelled at! Because, if mom and dad thought about it, they would have called it natural.
Babies are nasty little things and it's amazing what habits don't outgrow!
Yes, I swear it must have started at the crib because if anything like that happened as older, bigger kids I would have noticed and he would have suffered. Not because I hate my brother - gods, no and you can't fathom how much I love my brother - but by the time we aren't babies like that, well, it wouldn't have been the same, you know? It would have felt gross and everything. But, if it happened as far back as that, we got used to it, then it would be like it is now.
Natural!
"Brother," I say, hugging Manten. I stroke his long, bald head. Smooth with tiny little curls. I raise his head and kiss its peak - his face. "Drink with me tonight."
"Brother," Manten coos almost tearing. "How are you so good to me?"
I only smile.
Yes, I love my brother, all of my brother. He is like mother - giving, giving....giving. Of course, it is a very different kind of milk.
We bunk together, he top, me bottom - it must be that way!
I wait until the moonlight fades out of view. I feel, trickle by trickle, the water drip onto my face. My skin. My body naked and erect. It doesn't smell the way you expect. It doesn't taste like what you think. Don't you see how I need it? How it sustains me when I drink it? How it pleasures me when I stroke with it? It - my brother's waste!
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I think it started at the crib. As babies crawling under a blanket indifferent of the judgment of the world. We wouldn't have been yelled at! Because, if mom and dad thought about it, they would have called it natural.
Babies are nasty little things and it's amazing what habits don't outgrow!
Yes, I swear it must have started at the crib because if anything like that happened as older, bigger kids I would have noticed and he would have suffered. Not because I hate my brother - gods, no and you can't fathom how much I love my brother - but by the time we aren't babies like that, well, it wouldn't have been the same, you know? It would have felt gross and everything. But, if it happened as far back as that, we got used to it, then it would be like it is now.
Natural!
"Brother," I say, hugging Manten. I stroke his long, bald head. Smooth with tiny little curls. I raise his head and kiss its peak - his face. "Drink with me tonight."
"Brother," Manten coos almost tearing. "How are you so good to me?"
I only smile.
Yes, I love my brother, all of my brother. He is like mother - giving, giving....giving. Of course, it is a very different kind of milk.
We bunk together, he top, me bottom - it must be that way!
I wait until the moonlight fades out of view. I feel, trickle by trickle, the water drip onto my face. My skin. My body naked and erect. It doesn't smell the way you expect. It doesn't taste like what you think. Don't you see how I need it? How it sustains me when I drink it? How it pleasures me when I stroke with it? It - my brother's waste!
(300)