Brother Stories
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,742
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
80's Porn
Surprising to see her there, a girl out of time, as well as out of place, all long skinny legs in tattered fishnet stockings, and impossible gold platform shoes. Her dress is a tiny flounce of turquoise and black stripes, that slides off one shoulder and barely covers her panties. “Are you wearing panties?” Seto swallows at the unexpected sound of his own voice, the words jerked out of him by the girl on the stairs. Like something out of an old magazine: “Hot Baby Pussy, 1985.
The girl lifts her head, pink net bow trembling, and gives him a glimpse of eyes ringed in black. The mouth, like a red wound, opens, “You know I am, Nisama!”
Out of the corner of his mouth: “Shut up, Mokuba!” I want to hit him when he acts dumb like that! Taking a step forward, he eyes the tight little bodice, hugging nonexistent breasts. Only he’d enjoy it too much. “How did you get in here?” At least one of us knows how to stick to a script! He puts his hand onto one rounded thigh. “I told the staff never to let anyone in without my permission.”
The little Madonna-whore leans back, unruly dark hair falling onto bony white shoulders. Seto’s hand goes further up her leg, closer to that sweet secret place…
“Can we just skip to the fucking, Nisama?” Seto glares into his brother’s unrepentant little face. “I know you like this,” in a breathless, boyish tone, “I know it gets you off, but,” the last words are rushed and whining, “It gets really really boring, and I wish we could just get it over with so I could go play X-box.”
“Mokuba!” Seto pulls back and slaps him hard. “How dare you! Don’t talk like that!” With each shout, he hits him again.
Mokuba laughs. There are red palm prints now, on his white, white face. “Give it to me, Nisama!” His mouth is wide open, grinning, ringed by the slick red of the lipstick. “Give it to me up the ass –“
“Goddamn it, Mokuba!” Seto knows when he’s lost. He flips the skirt up and jerks the little Hello Kitty panties down around his brother’s knees. “Why can’t you ever do things my way?” Shoving inside, the hole still tight, even after all the times they’ve been together.
Mokuba moans a little, and pulls closer, welcoming his brother’s entry. He moves in time with his thrusts, his hand very busy in front, copying what he’s seen the big kids do. “I like it this way.” He gasps a little, and leans back into his arms, as Seto comes in a burst of mind-numbing pleasure. And then, when he’s sure his brother is satisfied, he hops up and goes back to his games in the other room.
The girl lifts her head, pink net bow trembling, and gives him a glimpse of eyes ringed in black. The mouth, like a red wound, opens, “You know I am, Nisama!”
Out of the corner of his mouth: “Shut up, Mokuba!” I want to hit him when he acts dumb like that! Taking a step forward, he eyes the tight little bodice, hugging nonexistent breasts. Only he’d enjoy it too much. “How did you get in here?” At least one of us knows how to stick to a script! He puts his hand onto one rounded thigh. “I told the staff never to let anyone in without my permission.”
The little Madonna-whore leans back, unruly dark hair falling onto bony white shoulders. Seto’s hand goes further up her leg, closer to that sweet secret place…
“Can we just skip to the fucking, Nisama?” Seto glares into his brother’s unrepentant little face. “I know you like this,” in a breathless, boyish tone, “I know it gets you off, but,” the last words are rushed and whining, “It gets really really boring, and I wish we could just get it over with so I could go play X-box.”
“Mokuba!” Seto pulls back and slaps him hard. “How dare you! Don’t talk like that!” With each shout, he hits him again.
Mokuba laughs. There are red palm prints now, on his white, white face. “Give it to me, Nisama!” His mouth is wide open, grinning, ringed by the slick red of the lipstick. “Give it to me up the ass –“
“Goddamn it, Mokuba!” Seto knows when he’s lost. He flips the skirt up and jerks the little Hello Kitty panties down around his brother’s knees. “Why can’t you ever do things my way?” Shoving inside, the hole still tight, even after all the times they’ve been together.
Mokuba moans a little, and pulls closer, welcoming his brother’s entry. He moves in time with his thrusts, his hand very busy in front, copying what he’s seen the big kids do. “I like it this way.” He gasps a little, and leans back into his arms, as Seto comes in a burst of mind-numbing pleasure. And then, when he’s sure his brother is satisfied, he hops up and goes back to his games in the other room.