Elli's Taking Requests!

Warning: Incest.

For LifelikeDoll. Enjoy.


Cool blue eyes stiffly watched the two figures rutting on the bed through the slit in the doorway. Sand slithered and hissed violently on the floor of the storage closet, occasionally rising up to spit in silent fury.


“Nn—aah. Ah, ah!” Temari’s soft, broken gasps coupled with the heavy breathing of the man covering her were the only sounds in the room. Gaara blinked slowly as he took in the arch of his sister’s back, and the painted face atop hers that lowered to suckle on a rosy nipple. He remained motionless, but the sand seemed to sense his fury, and each individual grain leapt and swirled in the confined space.


“Nngh, Kanku—oh!” The walls of the closet were sanded furiously along with every convulsion of his sister’s body. His gaze was locked on the part where they were joined – Kankuro’s angry red cock sliding slickly out of her body – as if to remind him just how separate he really was. Unwanted, unneeded. Despised.

When Kankuro came with a hiss, head thrown back and hips pumping rapidly, a fog of sand surrounded him, so thick that he could no longer see anything but the mechanic whirl of the granules. Unable to force his instinctive reaction to quiet, he strained his ears instead. The wet squelch told him that his siblings had separated. The creak of the bed springs informed him of their departure.


“Kankuro.” Temari’s voice was weary. She was given no response.


“Kankuro.” She repeated, a desperate edge to her voice this time. “Don’t… don’t leave.”


Gaara stopped breathing in an effort to hear them better.


“Please.” The broken plead made something in him lurch and he felt such hate towards his brother for a moment that his hands clenched into fists.


“I can’t do this anymore, Temari.” A soft rustling of clothes. A hitch in Temari’s breath.


“Don’t…fuck, don’t cry. You know why. You know… it isn’t fair, damnit. It isn’t fair to him, to any of us.” The shock of hearing his brother sound so desperate cleared the haze of sand for a moment.

He saw Kankuro standing in the centre of the room, chest bare and heaving. His hand lifted to run wearily through his hair, and Gaara’s attention shifted to his sister. She was staring blankly at the sheets pooled in her lap, stone still, but Gaara could smell the incriminating salt of tears.


“Gaara…” Kankuro started, and Gaara’s eyes snapped urgently back to him, startled at having been discovered. But Kankuro wasn’t looking in his direction.


“Gaara.” He said again, sighing heavily and sitting down on the bed, leaning forward to press his forehead against Temari’s shoulder. A trembling hand lifted and combed through his hair, dark with sweat, and he pressed closer.


“Gaara.” Temari repeated, the ache in her voice so tangible that it made the redhead twitch in discomfort.


“Yes?”


It would have been intriguing to be able to catalogue their reactions under any other cirumstance– humans had such a wide range of emotions, Gaara had discovered – but he felt nothing but anxiety and a strange sort of fear as he stepped through the cloud of sand and faced his stunned siblings.


“G-Gaara,” Temari was the first to speak, before gasping in horror and jerking the sheet up to cover her breasts. “Wha—how? How long have you been in there?”


Gaara tilted his head at her contemplatively. “One hour and twelve minutes.” He concluded. Her breath left her in a rush and Kankuro turned towards him, furious. “What the fuck do you think—“ he snarled, but Gaara had already decided the need for frivolous conversation had passed. He stepped forward and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, staring directly into Temari’s bewildered face and ignoring his brother and the heavy scent of sex completely.

“Why did you call for me?”

Temari took in a deep, shuddering breath and closed her eyes, a pained expression crossing her pretty face. “It wasn’t… Gaara, you don’t understand…”

“Explain.” He demanded, frustrated because she was right. He didn’t understand. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to. Attempting to deal with complicated emotions had brought nothing but pain in the past. Pain and blood and death…

“There’s no need to explain.” Kankuro’s harsh voice silenced the sullen, cruel one in his head. Gaara didn’t bother to look in his direction, on part because he didn’t want to miss any part of Temari’s answer, and because if he did he might just choke his brother with his sand. The bed shifted violently as Kankuro stood quickly and jerked on his tunic. He turned to leave, but Temari caught his wrist in a firm hand.

He looked at her, an ugly sneer on his face, but it fell away at the quiet determination that shone in her eyes. Temari was a frightening woman when she set her mind to something. She tugged forcefully on his hand and he was jerked onto the bed once again. Pinning him with a glare until she was sure he wouldn’t try to leave, she returned her attention to her red headed brother.

“Gaara.” She began softly, “I can’t explain it to you. But… but I can show you.”

Gaara narrowed his eyes pensively as he stared into her earnest face. He wasn’t sure what she would show him, and even his rapidly fluctuating mind could not come up with enough possibilities to prepare him for what happened when he consented with a stiff nod.

Everything in the room, and it seemed, the world, stilled when Temari’s soft teal eyes drew closer until her lips tenderly brushed his. His own eyes had widened to the point of pain, but she didn’t stop to give him a chance to recuperate. The hand that wasn’t clutching Kankuro’s in a death grip lifted to gently brush against his cheek as her lips parted and she breathed into his mouth.

Gaara watched as her eyes fluttered and a heavy flush overtook her face, not fully comprehending where the tingles that rapidly spread throughout his body were coming from. She stroked his cheek more firmly now, and caught his lower lip between her own, sucking gently before releasing and pulling back.

Gaara wasn’t even aware that he had leaned forward to follow her retreating mouth, but the second brush of lips and Temari’s soft little gasp caused his entire body to hum. A hand slid into his hair and he watched curiously as Temari’s tongue slid out to lick quickly at his lips. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the sand had stilled in mid air, fluttering anxiously as if waiting for his instruction. He ignored it for the time being, mimicking Temari and tonguing her lips. He caught her chin instead and she huffed softly, smiling at him.

She trailed her fingers gently over his face until she reached his lips. “Is this...” she murmured, “Is this okay?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but her finger slid inside and he found himself licking at it instead. She tasted salty, and he was about to draw more of her finger into his mouth, but a sharp gasp diverted his attention to the side.

Kankuro looked as if he’d been poleaxed, eyes wide and knuckles clenched white on the bedding. As Gaara turned towards him his face closed off, a bitter smile taking place instead. “Well.” He said, jerking his hand out of Temari’s grasp and shifting off the bed. “I’ll just leave you two to it then.”

“Kan—“ Temari started, but Gaara’s quiet, determined voice interrupted her.

“No.” he said firmly, reaching forward and placing his hand boldly on his brother’s knee. He felt him stiffen under his hand and frowned at the odd reaction – Temari hadn’t reacted like that – but didn’t pull his hand away. “All three of us.” He said slowly, recalling what Temari had told him tearfully the last time he’d been hospitalized. “We’re a… family.”

He looked up at Kankuro and narrowed his eyes at the lack of response, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than he had in years. His hand started to slide off of his brother’s knee as uncertainty overwhelmed him. “Aren’t we?” he questioned softly, his eyes flicking over Kankuro’s face quickly.

The sand rose up sharply as Kankuro caught the hand that had been hesitantly fluttering over his knee and jerked him forward. Gaara’s eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected move and the sand hissed in preparation for an attack. But his instinctive defense mechanism didn’t prepare him for the wet heat that overtook his mouth when Kankuro slid his tongue inside.

A soft, involuntary sound escaped him and he bit down on the wet, wriggling muscle in his mouth, but Kankuro moaned loud and low against his lips and some part of him coaxed his lips to obediently part for that wicked tongue. The sand hissed in promised violence when Gaara was pushed onto his back and Kankuro straddled him, placing his weight on Gaara’s hips and rotating.

By this point, Gaara had forgotten a thing called sand even existed. On some level he’d enjoyed Temari’s soft, tender kisses, but it had been the only kind he'd ever experienced. This… this was wet, heavy heat that flooded his senses, overwhelmed him completely and he could do nothing but arch up and moan. Kankuro moaned right along with him, pulling his mouth away with a loud pop and planting wet, open mouthed kisses on his face like he couldn’t get enough.

“Gaara,” he hissed, burrowing his face under the high collar of Gaara’s robe. “I… gods.” He whined sharply, jerking his head up and cupping Gaara’s face. “You want this, don’t you? Tell me…”

“Yes.” Nothing had ever been easier to say. Gaara wanted to say more, call for Temari because he wanted both of them, the softness and the heat, but Kankuro’s mouth covered his again and his mind wiped clear of everything but the taste of him.

Hot, sucking kisses pressed into his mouth, and Gaara arched back and up, needing more but not understanding why. Something settled on the right side of him and he turned his head to see Temari’s soft, gentle smile right before she kissed him.

He reached out blindly, gasping as Kankuro sucked heavily on his neck, and his hand landed on Temari’s breast, causing her to moan. “Yes…” she whimpered, “Ah, Gaara… touch me there.”

He panted into Kankuro’s insistent mouth and squeezed the mound of flesh hesitantly. His confidence grew at Temari’s loud moan and he pressed harder, kneading and rubbing as Kankuro conquered his mouth. And then hands, too many for him to keep track of, were brushing over his body, unbuttoning his coat and shirt, sliding down his pants.

He let out a low, keening noise as one large, hot hand slid in between his legs to caress his inner thigh. Kankuro’s mouth left him to suck and bite at his neck and he tugged Temari closer helplessly, needing something to balance him.

Her kisses were slow like molasses, easing into him and making his toes curl. He whined sharply when her mouth left his, and opened bleary eyes to watch her fall on her back and spread her legs in blatant invitation. His cock, a part of him he’d never really paid much attention to before, twitched in anticipation, and he nearly screamed when Kankuro took the flaccid organ into his mouth.

He was left feeling dizzy as all the blood in his body rushed south, his cock growing and filling his brother’s mouth. The overwhelming waves of pleasure crashed over him and he raised both legs onto Kankuro’s shoulders instinctively, clamping his thighs on either side of his head to keep that wicked mouth in place. His hands fisted in Kankuro’s thick hair and tugged helplessly as he stared, wide eyed, at Temari.

His sister had her legs spread wide, with both of her hands moving in between. Gaara could see a nest of blonde curls, but his eyes were riveted to the erotic movement of her fingers as they slid in and out, in and out… His now fully erect cock slipped out of Kankuro’s mouth with a wet pop as he lifted his head from between his legs. Gaara whined softly and tugged his hair harder in punishment, not liking the way the saliva cooled on his sensitive cock.

Kankuro groaned in response, crawling up his body and kissing him again. Gaara wriggled uncomfortably underneath him. The kiss tasted odd, salty and almost bitter. He turned his head to the side and glared at him reproachfully. Kankuro just chuckled lowly in response.

“Temari, get over here.” he commanded, sliding his hand slowly down Gaara’s chest and making him shiver. Gaara stared at his brother’s predatory expression through wide blue eyes, something heavy and hot rising in his chest. He arched up almost imperceptibly, his lips parting as if pleading for a kiss. Kankuro complied with a hiss, sealing his lips over his, thrusting his tongue inside aggressively.

He pulled back and rolled to the side, leaving Temari to straddle him instead. Her entire body was flushed a pretty pink, and her nipples had hardened into small, rose colored pebbles. Gaara watched, entranced, as she rolled her hips over his cock. Kankuro had moved back so that he was leaning over Gaara’s head, and his toned stomach pressed into his face as he tongued Gaara’s chest.

“Gaara.” Temari’s breathy voice sounded and Gaara gasped into Kankuro’s stomach in response. “I’m going to take you in me now. Do you—nnh, do you want that?”

His head was instantly filled with erotic images of Kankuro’s cock sliding into her dripping cunt and he could do nothing but buck his hips up in lewd demanding. Kankuro chuckled evilly before taking Gaara’s nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

“I don’t think it’s possible for him to want it any more, Temari.” Gaara whimpered in agreement. The sand had quieted sometime after Temari had kissed him, but it roared up in response once again as his cock was suddenly enveloped in wet, clasping heat just as Kankuro bit down punishingly on the nipple in his mouth. Gaara’s entire body convulsed, muscles clenching and unclenching seemingly on their own. He dimly heard Temari gasp in some semiconscious part of his brain, but his hips continued to pump into her, hard and fast, as he rushed towards his release.

He felt Kankuro’s fingers pinch a nipple while he sucked forcefully on the other one, but the sudden rope of heat that twisted down his spine and out of his cock engulfed everything else. Kankuro lifted off of him with a curse and Gaara dimly saw him press his hand between a shell-shocked Temari’s legs before his mouth was once again covered by his.

Gaara had experienced an orgasm before, and knew what it was in the most clinical of definitions, but this felt more like death than anything else. It was as if he was having an out of body experience, like that time when the green menace known as Rock Lee had managed to injure him. Except that had been pain and this… this was pleasure. Unbelievable pleasure.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and let them fall closed as sudden lethargy overtook his limbs. He felt as though his entire body was melting into the lumpy mattress, and from he looks of it, his sand felt the same way, easing onto the wooden floor and seeping through the cracks until it couldn’t be seen any longer.

A warm, heavy body slumped onto his and his cock slid out of the warm confines of Temari’s body, making him shudder. He opened his eyes to stare into half lidded teal ones, framed by soft blonde lashes. He was the one that leaned up to press his lips to hers this time, causing her to stiffen a bit in surprise before rubbing her tongue against his playfully. He heard Kankuro groan from besides him and curl into his side, throwing a heavy leg over his and pressing his mouth to his shoulder.

Temari pulled back and smiled at him, one that reached her eyes. She nuzzled their noses together playfully, before turning and kissing Kankuro quickly.

“Do you understand now?” she murmured, eyes soft and twinkling.

“Yes.” He managed to whisper, the aching chasm that had occupied his heart easing bit by bit. Temari pressed her lips to his like she worshipped him, sliding her hands tenderly through his hair and pressing warm, open mouthed kisses down his throat. Gaara sighed, shifting slowly. He stilled when his thigh came in contact with a sudden hard heat, and looked towards Kankuro curiously, letting his gaze trail down his brother’s half clothed form until he reached the impressive tent in his pants.

Gaara gave him a questioning, apprehensive look, feeling another shiver skate down his spine as Kankuro turned hungry eyes on him, which only intensified as his brother none too gently shoved Temari out of the way and straddled him with a purr.

“Oh, you didn’t think we were finished, did you?”


A/N: There you have it. I'm not a big fan of Sandcest, so this was a bit difficult to write, but I'm happy with the results. Hope you liked it, LifelikeDoll. If all of you that read and liked this would leave a review I'd very much appreciate it! Tell me what you liked and didn't like, and keep on requesting.

And keep checking the Requests chapter for updates to see if yours has been accepted.

Till next time,

Elli