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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
40,701
Reviews:
137
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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5. Kaori Oshidori/Oshidori Kaori
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This one is only being kept up to keep the reviews. So for those of you who are NEW to this story, this is the original one I played with and NOT IN ORDER. Please go here http://www.adult-fanfiction.org/aff/story.php?no=544193947
Chapter 5 – Oshidori Kaori
Kaori was aware of Danko’s eyes on her, watching her from across the club while men pressed their bodies against Kaori’s and enjoyed the feel of the rhythm of the music, and the sway of her hips. Hands wandered her body in lust and need, and she teased by pulling away slightly, but not until they had touched just enough of her to make their blood begin to boil beneath their skin. She enjoyed the feel of the hands on her, she enjoyed the touch of them against her, and she enjoyed the feeling it gave her. What more, she relished in the eyes that were watching her. Not Danko’s, Danko’s watched her no matter where she went, but another pair of eyes, deeper eyes, more beautiful eyes, belonging to the only man Kaori really wanted. He watched her across the club, his few select dates, the women and men of company, not noticing that his attention had fallen to the girl in the middle of the crowd.
Those men touched her and he wished to be them. Hands roamed her and he could almost feel her under his own itchy palms. He watched, and wanted, and ignored her all at the same moment. He would not confess his need for the girl on the dance floor, and in turn he turned back to his companions, drinking beverages that were not meant to be served to minors, and enjoying every minute of her show that he could see out of the corner of his eye.
One man’s lips found her through the pulsating light and darkness, and though she dreaded kissing strange men, she allowed him a few moments taste before turning away and wagging her finger in a teasing reprimand.
After hours of dancing, and enjoying the teases she was giving men, and herself, and Danko, she went to find Danko. She came up to the girl who was leaning against a counter, declining and offer to dance with a busty blonde, and smiled over to her. She leaned over and clung to Danko’s arm and rubbed herself against her. The blonde blinked in an understanding that the two were together, apologized, and walked away.
“You seemed to be having fun out there,” Danko smiled at her best friend.
Kaori pushed back a strand of sweaty black hair and nodded. “It was a start,” she told her best friend. “Are you spending the night tonight?”
“It would probably be easier, if you’ll let me,” Danko asked quietly.
“Of course,” Kaori smiled. The two girls walked out of the club and to Danko’s car, a hot little black car that Kaori never remembered the name of. Cars did little to interest her.
At Kaori’s house the two girls tiptoed quietly upstairs, being sure not to wake up the family. They hurried and changed into their pajamas, Kaori a red nightie and Danko a long white shirt and a pair of flannel pants, and they curled into the bed against one another. Danko must have been more tired that Kaori suspected, for the girl was asleep within a few minutes.
Kaori stared up at the ceiling, refusing to let her mind go to that place where the guilt was buried. Danko thought she was an unfeeling animal, but she was wrong. Kaori felt all of the guilt of the world. It hung over her like the sun hangs over the world. It was always there, and Kaori just did not know how to deal with it all.
She heard the front door open downstairs. Kaori shot up in bed and slowly slipped out of it, careful not to wake her sleeping friend. She walked to her door and pressed her ear against it, listening to the sound of footprints. She heard the footprints go to the left, Nakago’s room, and she knew her brother had just come home.
She waited for the sound of his door to close before she slipped out of her room and slowly slipped down the hallway. When she reached his door it opened without even a knock from her. He closed the door and was leaning against the doorframe, watching her through the same grey eyes as the rest of the family, his a more lustful silver than the dull grey of their younger sister. He was stripped down to just the pair of red boxers, the same shade of red as the nightie that Kaori wore. He looked to her, longingly, and shook his dark hair from his face, most of it still pulled back in a pony-tail, but a few stray strands falling forward.
“You looked good out on the dance floor,” he hissed at her, the hint of jealousy coming through.
“I did it to get your attention,” she said honestly, leaning against the door, him leaning over her too closely. It made her heart stop and her skin sing.
“You should not be in here,” he told her. “We agreed this was too dangerous.”
Kaori turned to him, wrapping her arms around his bare chest and pressing herself close to him. “That is what makes it exciting,” she told him. “The more dangerous it is, the more I want you. I want to fuck you in the most risky of places, and what is more risky than here, in our own home, with the fear of our parents waking up and finding us.”
“Kaori,” he said, placing his hands on her arms and pushing her softly away. “We can not do this. This is just wrong. It was a one time thing, we both let our hormones take advantage of us, and we should not do it again.”
“Fine,” Kaori said, turning away from him to face the door. She started to reach out, to grab the door knob, but suddenly his hands were pulling up her nightie until it was over her head and on the floor. Her pressed himself behind her and let her feel the large length of him, a length that had yet to be met by anyone thus far. She rubbed her buttocks against that length, his hands roaming to the front of her body and over the complete roundness of her bosom. Kaori suppressed a moan of pleasure and a need that shot through her abdomen down to between her legs.
“One more time,” he whispered into her ear, his hands moving with an urgency to the black panties, pulling them down to her knees and letting them sit there. He pulled himself from his boxers, aiming the head between her legs, running it over the dripping wetness of a body made warm for him. “Just one more time,” he moaned, and pushed into her with such force, even the deeply experienced Kaori felt a slight bit of pain from the impact. She had to put her hand to her mouth to keep from crying out as he started up quickly, not giving her time to grow used to the large feeling of him filling her. He moved with an urgency that she had not even known he had felt, slamming her against the door while pumping into her. He pushed her forward, harder against the wood, and let his fingers slide over her thighs, to the lower lips, and right against the clit. He pressed down and teased it while he hurried to fuck his younger sister. The two of them moved with a rhythm and need and it was all over too quickly. He came into her, pushing it all so she could have it all. She felt nothing but disappointment at the quick romp with her big brother, and when he pulled out she hurried to pull her panties back on.
She turned back to her normal biting self and turned to him with a leer. “That’s all you have,” she whispered hoarsely. “I’m sorry I came on to you so strong. At least the men with the little dicks can last longer.” Maybe she said it out of anger for being told that it was just hormones that had made him fuck her the first time, but that would be admitting that she was in love with her big brother. She did not know what made her turn into the bitchy self she was so good at, but she bit at him with an anger that came from her toes.
She returned to her room, her nightie clutched in her hand, and hurried to put it back on before curling up against Danko. She felt Danko’s breath across her skin and sighed. “If you were a man,” she told her best friend, “it would have been you.”
This one is only being kept up to keep the reviews. So for those of you who are NEW to this story, this is the original one I played with and NOT IN ORDER. Please go here http://www.adult-fanfiction.org/aff/story.php?no=544193947
Kaori was aware of Danko’s eyes on her, watching her from across the club while men pressed their bodies against Kaori’s and enjoyed the feel of the rhythm of the music, and the sway of her hips. Hands wandered her body in lust and need, and she teased by pulling away slightly, but not until they had touched just enough of her to make their blood begin to boil beneath their skin. She enjoyed the feel of the hands on her, she enjoyed the touch of them against her, and she enjoyed the feeling it gave her. What more, she relished in the eyes that were watching her. Not Danko’s, Danko’s watched her no matter where she went, but another pair of eyes, deeper eyes, more beautiful eyes, belonging to the only man Kaori really wanted. He watched her across the club, his few select dates, the women and men of company, not noticing that his attention had fallen to the girl in the middle of the crowd.
Those men touched her and he wished to be them. Hands roamed her and he could almost feel her under his own itchy palms. He watched, and wanted, and ignored her all at the same moment. He would not confess his need for the girl on the dance floor, and in turn he turned back to his companions, drinking beverages that were not meant to be served to minors, and enjoying every minute of her show that he could see out of the corner of his eye.
One man’s lips found her through the pulsating light and darkness, and though she dreaded kissing strange men, she allowed him a few moments taste before turning away and wagging her finger in a teasing reprimand.
After hours of dancing, and enjoying the teases she was giving men, and herself, and Danko, she went to find Danko. She came up to the girl who was leaning against a counter, declining and offer to dance with a busty blonde, and smiled over to her. She leaned over and clung to Danko’s arm and rubbed herself against her. The blonde blinked in an understanding that the two were together, apologized, and walked away.
“You seemed to be having fun out there,” Danko smiled at her best friend.
Kaori pushed back a strand of sweaty black hair and nodded. “It was a start,” she told her best friend. “Are you spending the night tonight?”
“It would probably be easier, if you’ll let me,” Danko asked quietly.
“Of course,” Kaori smiled. The two girls walked out of the club and to Danko’s car, a hot little black car that Kaori never remembered the name of. Cars did little to interest her.
At Kaori’s house the two girls tiptoed quietly upstairs, being sure not to wake up the family. They hurried and changed into their pajamas, Kaori a red nightie and Danko a long white shirt and a pair of flannel pants, and they curled into the bed against one another. Danko must have been more tired that Kaori suspected, for the girl was asleep within a few minutes.
Kaori stared up at the ceiling, refusing to let her mind go to that place where the guilt was buried. Danko thought she was an unfeeling animal, but she was wrong. Kaori felt all of the guilt of the world. It hung over her like the sun hangs over the world. It was always there, and Kaori just did not know how to deal with it all.
She heard the front door open downstairs. Kaori shot up in bed and slowly slipped out of it, careful not to wake her sleeping friend. She walked to her door and pressed her ear against it, listening to the sound of footprints. She heard the footprints go to the left, Nakago’s room, and she knew her brother had just come home.
She waited for the sound of his door to close before she slipped out of her room and slowly slipped down the hallway. When she reached his door it opened without even a knock from her. He closed the door and was leaning against the doorframe, watching her through the same grey eyes as the rest of the family, his a more lustful silver than the dull grey of their younger sister. He was stripped down to just the pair of red boxers, the same shade of red as the nightie that Kaori wore. He looked to her, longingly, and shook his dark hair from his face, most of it still pulled back in a pony-tail, but a few stray strands falling forward.
“You looked good out on the dance floor,” he hissed at her, the hint of jealousy coming through.
“I did it to get your attention,” she said honestly, leaning against the door, him leaning over her too closely. It made her heart stop and her skin sing.
“You should not be in here,” he told her. “We agreed this was too dangerous.”
Kaori turned to him, wrapping her arms around his bare chest and pressing herself close to him. “That is what makes it exciting,” she told him. “The more dangerous it is, the more I want you. I want to fuck you in the most risky of places, and what is more risky than here, in our own home, with the fear of our parents waking up and finding us.”
“Kaori,” he said, placing his hands on her arms and pushing her softly away. “We can not do this. This is just wrong. It was a one time thing, we both let our hormones take advantage of us, and we should not do it again.”
“Fine,” Kaori said, turning away from him to face the door. She started to reach out, to grab the door knob, but suddenly his hands were pulling up her nightie until it was over her head and on the floor. Her pressed himself behind her and let her feel the large length of him, a length that had yet to be met by anyone thus far. She rubbed her buttocks against that length, his hands roaming to the front of her body and over the complete roundness of her bosom. Kaori suppressed a moan of pleasure and a need that shot through her abdomen down to between her legs.
“One more time,” he whispered into her ear, his hands moving with an urgency to the black panties, pulling them down to her knees and letting them sit there. He pulled himself from his boxers, aiming the head between her legs, running it over the dripping wetness of a body made warm for him. “Just one more time,” he moaned, and pushed into her with such force, even the deeply experienced Kaori felt a slight bit of pain from the impact. She had to put her hand to her mouth to keep from crying out as he started up quickly, not giving her time to grow used to the large feeling of him filling her. He moved with an urgency that she had not even known he had felt, slamming her against the door while pumping into her. He pushed her forward, harder against the wood, and let his fingers slide over her thighs, to the lower lips, and right against the clit. He pressed down and teased it while he hurried to fuck his younger sister. The two of them moved with a rhythm and need and it was all over too quickly. He came into her, pushing it all so she could have it all. She felt nothing but disappointment at the quick romp with her big brother, and when he pulled out she hurried to pull her panties back on.
She turned back to her normal biting self and turned to him with a leer. “That’s all you have,” she whispered hoarsely. “I’m sorry I came on to you so strong. At least the men with the little dicks can last longer.” Maybe she said it out of anger for being told that it was just hormones that had made him fuck her the first time, but that would be admitting that she was in love with her big brother. She did not know what made her turn into the bitchy self she was so good at, but she bit at him with an anger that came from her toes.
She returned to her room, her nightie clutched in her hand, and hurried to put it back on before curling up against Danko. She felt Danko’s breath across her skin and sighed. “If you were a man,” she told her best friend, “it would have been you.”