My screwed up life

His lips pressed against mine as his hands slipped down in-between my legs. I felt his fingers slowly slip into my womanhood. "D...daddy..." I moan against his lips.

"NEEEEEEEEEEEEE-CCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAN!!!" the voice of my little brother echoed through the house.

"SHUT UP, KIOSHI!!!" I screamed, throwing the pillow over my head. The door burst open and a flash of red and black pounced on me.

"Nee-chan, I'm hungry." he informed me. My brother was 10-years-old but was still depended on me since out mother past away three years before. I was 12, Kioshi 7, and our younger sister 2.

"Let dad cook for you."

"2 problems with that. 1, dad's cooking gave even you food poisoning. 2, he's already gone to work." Dad was hardly ever home anymore, leaving me with even more responsibility.

"Fine, fine, get off, I'll cook." I sighed quietly pushing him off. I put on my house shoe since we kept it cold at night.

Aiko, my 5-year-old sister, was already at the table drawing a picture. "Good morning, Ai-Ai." I greeted.

"Good morning nee-chan." Aiko was very grown up and mature acting. To be exact, Kioshi was the only one that acted near his age.

I grabbed some eggs and a frying pan. I cracked them inside the pan and watched them cook. My thoughts wondered to the dream I had had the night before. Since I was a Jinchuuriki to Sabaku no Shukaku, I didn't sleep much, but lately when ever I do, I dream of having sex with my father. I know why, but I fell sick with myself.

All my life, I was daddy's little girl, his angle. But, since mom died, I've started to have sexual feelings for him. Was I really that determined to try and make up for her being gone? Of course, this wasn't the only reason I feel like this, I love my father and not how a daughter should.

"SIS! THE EGGS!!" yelled Kioshi.

"OH DAMNIT!" I yelled turning off the stove. The eggs were burnt to the extreme, and I'd used the last of them. "So where do you want to go out to eat?"

Hello, I'm Sabaku no Sande-Ayame. I'm 15, my mom's dead, I take care of my siblings, I'm possessed by a demon, and did I mention I'm in love with my father?

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"Aiko! Stand still!" I ordered my sister angrily. We had to go to some damn party with Tou-san that evening and I was trying to get Aiko into her Kimono.

Aiko was very much like me. She hated getting dressed up and would go in her PJs if she could. The difference between me and Aiko was that I understood we had to come off as a prefect family. No matter how much Aiko hated dressing up. No matter how immature Kioshi wanted to be. No matter my feelings for my father. We must seem to be the prefect family. But we weren't.

I grabbed a brush and started to do Aiko's short blond hair. "How do you want your hair, Aiko?" I asked.

"Like mama used to wear it. Ya know, in her and daddy's wedding picture?" I thought back to the picture, the one were tou-san and kaa-san were just 3 years older than myself. Mom wore a white kimono with her hair up with ocean-blue pins holding it up.

"Sure thing." I reached into my drawer and pulled out the exacted same hair pins. My mother had giving them to me shortly before she died. "Be careful, these are the same pins." I told Aiko putting her hair up and sticking the pens in.

"Thanks, nee-chan!" I lifted Aiko off the counter and set her on the floor.

"No prob, not scurry off." I ordered, walking into my closet to retrieve my own kimono. It was knee-length and black with red and gold butterflies sewn on it and a golden obi. I quickly put it on and did my hair in a cute high ponytail with some nice clips.

"SANDE-AYA...."

"I'm right here, daddy." I interrupted my father yelling for me.

My tou-san was Sabaku no Gaara, the Godaime Kazekage and most feared man in Suna. But, there was no reason for that. Daddy was like a teddy bear, based off something dangerous but completely safe. Of course, we're his kids, he may just like use because we're the same blood type incase something happened.

"Good, come on." ordered Daddy.

"Of course, dad." I'd follow my father anywhere.