Sand Fiction
Title: Sauna
Rating: NC-17
Warning: incest, language
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
It had been one more demanding day. More heat, more missions, more just getting by the skin of her teeth. After a while Temari started to spend more time waiting for night when she could retire (as much as any shinobi could). She found herself in the sauna, the sound of the water hissing savagely on the rocks echoing around the room and filling the room with thick heavy steam until she couldn't think any more.
A hefty sigh fell from her lips as she rested against the wall, eyes closed as she tried to make her skin absorb the steam to soothe away the aches in her tired body. Sweat and humidity mixed on her body and run down her arms and stomach. Comfortable in her own skin, she had forgone a towel without embarrassment, wanting to felt the humidity directly against her skin; nothing like steam to block everything out and make her feel totally alone.
She had been on edge and frustrated all day. Awake before dawn, she drilled snotty-nosed little pissants into shinobi worthy of Suna for most of the morning and then the afternoon seemed to drag on forever as she patrolled the edge of her village with the sun beating down her neck. It was only now at midnight that she finally had the time to herself. Little by little her body surrendered a day's worth of stress and strain as it seemingly evaporated into the air. She shut her eyes and breathed deeply.
It wasn't long before her exhaustion was forgotten, replaced now by something more primal than sleep. The steam made her skin sensitive, causing goosebumps to break out over her arms despite the heat in the room. The chills excited her. So much for having a quite night.
Anticipation curling warmly in the pit of her stomach, Temari lifted her idle hands from her sides. She rubbed her neck and breasts, fingertips gently coaxing her nipples to harden into beads. When the hunger started to build, her fingers drifted downwards between her thighs.
She was already wet but the first couple of strokes were teasing, meant to give her a good buzz. She thumbed her clitoris lazily, enjoying the pleasure that little nub caused her. She steadily increased the rhythm until the ache between her legs was almost painful before slipping her fingers inside her greedy body. Since she was alone, she didn't bother to keep quiet.
She really needed to find Kankuro after this. She knew she was the most sought after kunoichi in Suna and if she wanted, she could pick any man in her village to warm her bed but Kankuro was her favorite. He was the only one who knew how to fuck her right. Maybe it was because she had taught him at a young age about what she wanted from him. Maybe it was because he saw her only as another woman who could satisfy him, not his sister.
Temari's body trembled as her breath and voice raced in and out of her lungs. She started to finger-fuck herself harder, imaging it was Kankuro inside her and his expert tongue pressing against her clitoris; that it was his large rough hands on her, forcing her thighs apart, exposing the most intimate part of her for his pleasure.
Damn, she really needed him. Her slick fingers worked harder, stroking and thrusting in and out, hips rocking rapidly back and forth, as she thought about her brother and what his hands and mouth could do to her body. She definitely wanted it to be a little rough tonight and he was built perfect for that. He was bigger than she was and practically all muscle. He could hold her down with one hand and fuck her from behind with that long thick cock of his.
Fervid by her thoughts, release was unavoidable.
“Oh, god,” she panted heavily as her orgasm threatened to steal her breath away. Her legs quivered in her moments of weakness and her heart pounded in her ears as cum dripped down her fingers and thighs. That moment of bliss felt fucking wonderful but it didn't take the edge off her arousal. She was still burning up and desperate for more.
Someone entered the room, her daze lifting a little, her movement stalling until she sensed that it was her brother. Lucky her.
“Kankuro.”
A soft chuckle filled the room. “Hey, Temari.”
“I was just thinking about you.”
“From the sound of your voice, I bet you were, darling.”
Temari shivered. She loved when his voice dropped until it sounded like a purr and he called her those stupid nicknames.
She could see his shadow in the white steam and couldn't stop herself from licking her lips. “Come over here.”
“I'm fine over here.”
Before she could yell at him the familiar pressure of her brother's chakra washed over her skin. For a moment her anger was appeased.
Temari sat back, letting the chakra caress her breasts. Some pooled in her lap before slipping down past her blond curls to throb between her legs. It's hard to explain what chakra felt like against bare skin but it felt hot, hard, and pulsating as it pressed against her aching sex. She tensed, the pleasure blind sighting her for a second. Then she was moaning and spreading her legs for brother as his chakra lapped at her.
“Just what were you thinking about exactly?”
Words caught her off guard and she had to think for a second, to focus, before she could reply.
“About you,” she breathed, closing her eyes. Her toes curled from the pleasure. “About how I want you to fuck me. On my hands and knees.” Her hips started to roll when the invisible charge surged inside her, filling her completely. She cried out, her voice bubbling up from her sore throat. It felt so good that she didn't care that it wasn't Kankuro himself. As long as he got her off, she was happy.
Across the room, Kankuro's breathing was labored and she knew that he was jerking off. Bastard. He better not cum before she was done with him. She was not waiting 15 minutes for him to get another hard on.
“If you come, I swear to god I'll castrate you,” she threatened.
Kankuro laughed breathlessly. “Sorry but we don't have much time. I think Gaara's coming down in a little while.”
Temari groaned. Little green-eyed bastard, she thought mercilessly. She needed Kankuro and not even her baby brother could stop her. A little shaky, she stood up and found Kankuro on the other side of the room.
“Just fuck me,” she hissed viciously as she slipped onto his lap and slammed her body down onto his cock. Kankuro moaned, his hands gripping her ass roughly. “Move.” She squeezed fists full of his damp hair. She crushed her chest against his and kissed him.
Then in a blink of an eye, he had her up against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him quickly and roughly do as she commanded.
“Ah! That's it. Just like that...”
“If Gaara catches us, I'm blaming you,” Kankuro panted heavily into her ear.
“I don't care,” Temari countered, digging her nails into her brother's back.
Kankuro's low grunts made her shiver each time he pushed into her. She wouldn't last very long but she knew herself well enough that this hasty fuck wasn't enough to satisfy her.
In some part of her mind Temari was always been afraid that her lust would extent to Gaara. One brother was enough. Two was fucking insane. So she always made damn sure that her baby brother didn't know that his older and only sister was a lustful slut. But now it felt a little exciting know that Gaara could walk in on them and see the secret Temari had been protecting him from.
Dark arousal took hold of Temari's mind now. Maybe she could convince him to join in. When she wondered for a moment how it would feel to taken by both her brothers, pleasure kicked her hard in the stomach and she came, spasming tightly around her brother's cock.
“Fuck, Temari, your pussy's like a fucking clamp,” Kankuro groaned, his movements becoming uneven and wild.
She laughed, a little dazed, and pressed her mouth against her brother's. “Why are you complaining? It feels good, doesn't it?”
“Hell, yes.” After a few more thrust, it wasn't long before Temari felt him explode inside her. A moment later he fell on top of her, panting heavily. “What the hell's gotten into you, Temari?”
She laughed. “Gaara.”
“Gaara? What about him?”
“I want him to join us.”
Kankuro pulled himself out of her and switched their positions until she lying on her back. Kankuro lowered himself on top of her until their faces where inches away, staring at her, serious and amused at the same time. Their breathing was heavy and rapid. Temari pulled him down into another heated kiss. She could tell that Kankuro was thinking this over. She wasn't the only insane one in the family. He had fuck her with one of his puppets once as he sat back and watched.
“We can't keep this from him forever.”
“I know..” She could feel him started to get hard against her thigh.
Temari moaned, feeling herself tighten. She didn't feel her brother move but his fingers were suddenly in between her legs, stroking the folds of her sex, encouraging another orgasm from her spent body. Her thighs parted instinctively, her back arching for more of his touch. His eyes were on her, hungrily devouring the site of her as his fingers stroked her.
“I want you,” she whimpered breathlessly. “I want him. Both of you. Inside me.”
“Maybe if you ask nicely, he'll say yes.”
She tensed, pressed a fist against her mouth. The fire of her orgasm licked hungrily at her belly before it exploded and spread throughout her body until she was numb to everything else but the white pleasure.
It was only when Kankuro was placing her bed that she opened her eyes. She must have fallen asleep - or fainted by the way her brother was smirking and looking so smug. Temari tired to pull him down next to her, not ready to give him up, but he resisted.
“Gotta clean up the mess,” Kankuro murmured, leaning down to press his mouth another hers warmly. “I'll be back later. I promise.”
Rating: NC-17
Warning: incest, language
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
It had been one more demanding day. More heat, more missions, more just getting by the skin of her teeth. After a while Temari started to spend more time waiting for night when she could retire (as much as any shinobi could). She found herself in the sauna, the sound of the water hissing savagely on the rocks echoing around the room and filling the room with thick heavy steam until she couldn't think any more.
A hefty sigh fell from her lips as she rested against the wall, eyes closed as she tried to make her skin absorb the steam to soothe away the aches in her tired body. Sweat and humidity mixed on her body and run down her arms and stomach. Comfortable in her own skin, she had forgone a towel without embarrassment, wanting to felt the humidity directly against her skin; nothing like steam to block everything out and make her feel totally alone.
She had been on edge and frustrated all day. Awake before dawn, she drilled snotty-nosed little pissants into shinobi worthy of Suna for most of the morning and then the afternoon seemed to drag on forever as she patrolled the edge of her village with the sun beating down her neck. It was only now at midnight that she finally had the time to herself. Little by little her body surrendered a day's worth of stress and strain as it seemingly evaporated into the air. She shut her eyes and breathed deeply.
It wasn't long before her exhaustion was forgotten, replaced now by something more primal than sleep. The steam made her skin sensitive, causing goosebumps to break out over her arms despite the heat in the room. The chills excited her. So much for having a quite night.
Anticipation curling warmly in the pit of her stomach, Temari lifted her idle hands from her sides. She rubbed her neck and breasts, fingertips gently coaxing her nipples to harden into beads. When the hunger started to build, her fingers drifted downwards between her thighs.
She was already wet but the first couple of strokes were teasing, meant to give her a good buzz. She thumbed her clitoris lazily, enjoying the pleasure that little nub caused her. She steadily increased the rhythm until the ache between her legs was almost painful before slipping her fingers inside her greedy body. Since she was alone, she didn't bother to keep quiet.
She really needed to find Kankuro after this. She knew she was the most sought after kunoichi in Suna and if she wanted, she could pick any man in her village to warm her bed but Kankuro was her favorite. He was the only one who knew how to fuck her right. Maybe it was because she had taught him at a young age about what she wanted from him. Maybe it was because he saw her only as another woman who could satisfy him, not his sister.
Temari's body trembled as her breath and voice raced in and out of her lungs. She started to finger-fuck herself harder, imaging it was Kankuro inside her and his expert tongue pressing against her clitoris; that it was his large rough hands on her, forcing her thighs apart, exposing the most intimate part of her for his pleasure.
Damn, she really needed him. Her slick fingers worked harder, stroking and thrusting in and out, hips rocking rapidly back and forth, as she thought about her brother and what his hands and mouth could do to her body. She definitely wanted it to be a little rough tonight and he was built perfect for that. He was bigger than she was and practically all muscle. He could hold her down with one hand and fuck her from behind with that long thick cock of his.
Fervid by her thoughts, release was unavoidable.
“Oh, god,” she panted heavily as her orgasm threatened to steal her breath away. Her legs quivered in her moments of weakness and her heart pounded in her ears as cum dripped down her fingers and thighs. That moment of bliss felt fucking wonderful but it didn't take the edge off her arousal. She was still burning up and desperate for more.
Someone entered the room, her daze lifting a little, her movement stalling until she sensed that it was her brother. Lucky her.
“Kankuro.”
A soft chuckle filled the room. “Hey, Temari.”
“I was just thinking about you.”
“From the sound of your voice, I bet you were, darling.”
Temari shivered. She loved when his voice dropped until it sounded like a purr and he called her those stupid nicknames.
She could see his shadow in the white steam and couldn't stop herself from licking her lips. “Come over here.”
“I'm fine over here.”
Before she could yell at him the familiar pressure of her brother's chakra washed over her skin. For a moment her anger was appeased.
Temari sat back, letting the chakra caress her breasts. Some pooled in her lap before slipping down past her blond curls to throb between her legs. It's hard to explain what chakra felt like against bare skin but it felt hot, hard, and pulsating as it pressed against her aching sex. She tensed, the pleasure blind sighting her for a second. Then she was moaning and spreading her legs for brother as his chakra lapped at her.
“Just what were you thinking about exactly?”
Words caught her off guard and she had to think for a second, to focus, before she could reply.
“About you,” she breathed, closing her eyes. Her toes curled from the pleasure. “About how I want you to fuck me. On my hands and knees.” Her hips started to roll when the invisible charge surged inside her, filling her completely. She cried out, her voice bubbling up from her sore throat. It felt so good that she didn't care that it wasn't Kankuro himself. As long as he got her off, she was happy.
Across the room, Kankuro's breathing was labored and she knew that he was jerking off. Bastard. He better not cum before she was done with him. She was not waiting 15 minutes for him to get another hard on.
“If you come, I swear to god I'll castrate you,” she threatened.
Kankuro laughed breathlessly. “Sorry but we don't have much time. I think Gaara's coming down in a little while.”
Temari groaned. Little green-eyed bastard, she thought mercilessly. She needed Kankuro and not even her baby brother could stop her. A little shaky, she stood up and found Kankuro on the other side of the room.
“Just fuck me,” she hissed viciously as she slipped onto his lap and slammed her body down onto his cock. Kankuro moaned, his hands gripping her ass roughly. “Move.” She squeezed fists full of his damp hair. She crushed her chest against his and kissed him.
Then in a blink of an eye, he had her up against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him quickly and roughly do as she commanded.
“Ah! That's it. Just like that...”
“If Gaara catches us, I'm blaming you,” Kankuro panted heavily into her ear.
“I don't care,” Temari countered, digging her nails into her brother's back.
Kankuro's low grunts made her shiver each time he pushed into her. She wouldn't last very long but she knew herself well enough that this hasty fuck wasn't enough to satisfy her.
In some part of her mind Temari was always been afraid that her lust would extent to Gaara. One brother was enough. Two was fucking insane. So she always made damn sure that her baby brother didn't know that his older and only sister was a lustful slut. But now it felt a little exciting know that Gaara could walk in on them and see the secret Temari had been protecting him from.
Dark arousal took hold of Temari's mind now. Maybe she could convince him to join in. When she wondered for a moment how it would feel to taken by both her brothers, pleasure kicked her hard in the stomach and she came, spasming tightly around her brother's cock.
“Fuck, Temari, your pussy's like a fucking clamp,” Kankuro groaned, his movements becoming uneven and wild.
She laughed, a little dazed, and pressed her mouth against her brother's. “Why are you complaining? It feels good, doesn't it?”
“Hell, yes.” After a few more thrust, it wasn't long before Temari felt him explode inside her. A moment later he fell on top of her, panting heavily. “What the hell's gotten into you, Temari?”
She laughed. “Gaara.”
“Gaara? What about him?”
“I want him to join us.”
Kankuro pulled himself out of her and switched their positions until she lying on her back. Kankuro lowered himself on top of her until their faces where inches away, staring at her, serious and amused at the same time. Their breathing was heavy and rapid. Temari pulled him down into another heated kiss. She could tell that Kankuro was thinking this over. She wasn't the only insane one in the family. He had fuck her with one of his puppets once as he sat back and watched.
“We can't keep this from him forever.”
“I know..” She could feel him started to get hard against her thigh.
Temari moaned, feeling herself tighten. She didn't feel her brother move but his fingers were suddenly in between her legs, stroking the folds of her sex, encouraging another orgasm from her spent body. Her thighs parted instinctively, her back arching for more of his touch. His eyes were on her, hungrily devouring the site of her as his fingers stroked her.
“I want you,” she whimpered breathlessly. “I want him. Both of you. Inside me.”
“Maybe if you ask nicely, he'll say yes.”
She tensed, pressed a fist against her mouth. The fire of her orgasm licked hungrily at her belly before it exploded and spread throughout her body until she was numb to everything else but the white pleasure.
It was only when Kankuro was placing her bed that she opened her eyes. She must have fallen asleep - or fainted by the way her brother was smirking and looking so smug. Temari tired to pull him down next to her, not ready to give him up, but he resisted.
“Gotta clean up the mess,” Kankuro murmured, leaning down to press his mouth another hers warmly. “I'll be back later. I promise.”