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It was her responsibility. She knew that, and she accepted that, but it still didn't feel quite right.
"It's not your responsibility to let him do that to you." Kankurou informed her with a grimace, failing to keep the image of his sister going through that out of his head.
Temari always protested. "I know that, but--"
It's not him in his right mind!
It's the only way to show he cares!
I don't want to push him away!
"--what else am I supposed to do, Kankurou?"
She hated to lie to him. He was her brother, but...what else was she supposed to do?
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It was her guilty pleasure. She knew it, and whole-heartedly accepted it.
And, oh, did it feel right.
The low, gutteral moans that erupted from her throat as his hands massaged her favorite places.
The earthy scents of sweat and her juices as their bodies tangled and twisted.
The feeling of complete ecstacy when she managed to do something just right, and hearing his voice scream out her name.
And knowing that it would happen again, every night, just the same.
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