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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      北斗の拳_|_Hokuto_no_Ken_|_Fist_of_the_North_Star
  Relationship:
      Raoh/Toki, Toki/Sara
  Character:
      Raoh_|_Ken-oh, Toki, Sara
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, First_Time, Voyeurism, Sandwich, Threesome_-_F/M/M, mild
      jealousy, Sexism, Sexual_Experimentation
  Collections:
      Fist_of_the_North_Star_Anon_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-10 Words: 2163
****** My Brother's Bitch ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     "If you've had a woman, then I want one too."
     "After this," Raoh grunted.
     After is now and Sara is the woman.
Notes
     A continuation of this fic because I have no shame.
     (Hey, it's an anon meme, leave your shame at the door!)
"Do you still want a woman?" Raoh asked out of the blue, one night. Well, it
wasn't completely out of the blue; the two of them were spooning one another
after another round of intimacy and judging by the tenseness between his
shoulder blades, Toki had yet to drift to sleep.
Despite this, Toki was slow to reply, turning his brother's words over in his
head. Did he still want to sleep with a woman? He couldn't deny his attraction
to Lady Yuria still, but he highly doubted Raoh meant her. No, one of the
female servants of the dojo would be far more likely; he had seen the looks
some of them casted towards the heir apparent. He tried his best to conjure up
any one of them but was given a hazy image at best. Soft skin, callous-free
hands, smooth hair, and a pliant demeanor, if they were anything like the other
boys had said.
But Raoh had no patience for the ploughshare of self-examination. The arm he
had thrown over Toki's side trailed lower, past his chest and stomach and pubic
hairs and skirted his sated member.
"A painted whore," Raoh enunciated, words wet against Toki's ear, "With a hole
tighter than you can imagine. You can even mount her like the dogs do, spill
your seed on something other than sheets." It was the way Raoh said the words:
his husky voice in the middle of the night would render their practical scrolls
erotic. Toki felt his cock twitch; heard Raoh chuckle and palm his balls; and
he thought of himself, for the first time, with a woman.
As Raoh was languidly stroking him, a thought occurred. He voiced it, albeit
incoherently. His brother gave a grunt, though he did not cease his
ministrations, and Toki needed to bite down on the inside of his cheek to
concentrate.
"Will you..." he tried again, though he interrupted himself to moan, "...be
there?"
Raoh paused momentarily, and Toki wondered if the request had not occurred to
the other. But then he redoubled his pace and brought Toki to orgasm for the
second time that night.
The post-coital exhaustion which he had been distracted from returned full-
force and Toki couldn't recall (or rather, couldn't make out) whether his older
brother had answered his question. Either way, when they got up the next
morning and prepared to wash and dress, neither of them brought it up. It was
how their nightly activities always were and Toki presumed the other boys (some
of which had reached this stage of manhood before him, despite being younger
than him) did the same. It was as their master always said: personal affairs
are to be shared in private.
Furthermore, it wasn't as if their days were empty. No, far from it -- although
they were no longer made to spar with their lessers (save for Kenshiro and
Jagi, but only when Raoh was feeling kind and Ryuuken was up to mend bone),
they were still made to spar against each other as well as help the junior dojo
members in their day-to-day chores. Raoh was in charge of the crops while Toki
was in charge of the sickbay and so, outside of their spars, they really saw
very little of one another in the middle years of their adolescence.
Despite the sickbay having very few patients (what with Raoh and himself
removed from the regular roster), there was still an immense amount of
cataloguing to be done. Toki was suitably reassured then, what with the state
of the dojo fields and the imminence of the harvest, and worked knowing his
brother had more on his plate.
Which was why he was caught off-guard in discovering that Raoh not only
delegated away the majority of his responsibility, but that he somehow had the
time and the means to not only lure a girl away, but a girl who was, by all
means, supposed to be working right underneath Toki's nose!
Sara was Doctor Ramos' eldest daughter and she was one of the girls who often
worked with Toki in the sickbay. She was three years older than Raoh (although
Toki had already surpassed her in height) and she looked very out of place in
their shared bedroom with her hands clasped and her eyes closed.
"Sara-san?" Toki asked, looking from the girl to his brother.
Sara opened her eyes, looked at him, and blushed.
"Toki-san," she murmured, "I'm sorry for the intrusion, but your brother,
he..." she trailed off, unwilling to say more, and Toki found himself thinking
how small and frail she seemed, sitting three steps away from Raoh.
"Go on," Raoh prompted, uncrossing his arms to motion at Toki, "Have at you."
Toki took a deep breath, closing the door and striding through the threshold.
It was so odd, having so much space on the lower mattress, and so strange to
kiss another familiar face. He didn't know then, though Raoh took great
pleasure in teasing him after the fact, but Sara had apparently fancied him for
years and simply hadn't worked up the nerve to talk with him outside of their
shared duties. As it was, Sara was just as responsive as Raoh, and though her
lips were smaller and softer and though Toki needed to use more care when
removing her garments, he was surprised to find that her hands -- when running
down his sides -- still had the same number of callouses as his own. He took
her wrist then and kissed the palm, and because the gesture made her giggle, he
did it with the other hand.
Although Raoh had said he could take her from behind, Toki found he wanted
nothing more than to see her reaction -- and to have her see his. Like Raoh,
Sara was enthusiastic about touching him, petting and groping and pinching and
not at all bothered by the various bruises, scars, and lovebites scattered
across his body. Toki, on the other hand, didn't know what exactly to do. He
fondled her breasts for a bit, because she placed his hands atop them, but she
didn't seem to like having her nipples pinched and tugged as Raoh always did to
him.
"Toki-san," Sara repeated, cheeks a fetching red. "Toki-san, down there, if you
please." She rested her back against the mattress and parted her thighs,
pointing at the apex of her legs. Toki obediently moved his hands, only to be
stopped by Raoh.
"She wants your mouth there," his brother drawled. If he weren't lazily
stroking his own unsheathed member, he might have rolled his eyes.
"My mouth?" Toki repeated, at a pitch which might have been a squeak.
Sara flushed even redder.
"No," she quickly said, "It doesn't have to be your mouth, your hands -- your
fingers -- Oh,!"
"That's good," Toki could hear his older brother saying, "Now trace the names
of the fists with your tongue."
Needless to say, Toki felt more than a little ridiculous, sloppily writing the
strokes against Sara's cunt with nothing but the spit on his tongue. Girls got
wet down there when they were aroused, he knew, and judging by Sara's moans and
how her thighs were now clamped against his head, she was plenty aroused.
Right as Sara was about to climax, Raoh reached out and yanked on his brother's
hair.
"Stop," he commanded.
"Wh-what? Why!" Toki demanded. His lust-lidded eyes swerved from one partner to
the next; Sara wore a similar expression while Raoh simply looked amused.
"Because," his older brother drawled, "Now you put it in her." He released his
hold on Toki's hair and leaned back against his own seat.
Toki tried to get his breathing under control, looking to his partner for
advice. Her face was still flushed and her lips were parted in a small gasp. He
could see her tongue poking out at points and her breasts seemed to have
swollen after he had mouthed against her there. Still, she made eye contact and
nodded so he leaned forward and kissed her as Raoh would kiss him after they
were both ready. He shifted himself up so that his legs were aligned with hers
and hastily pulled down his own pants. Then he wrapped his fingers about his
own erection and attempted to line it up as Raoh had done.
In truth, it took a couple tries; he fumbled and he was unaware of how low
girls' entrances were. But he squeezed himself in and the two of them gave the
same sigh of pleasure at the meeting of flesh.
If it were him and Raoh, he would be moaning and whimpering with the pleasure
of being filled. Raoh might've had to touch his dick a bit if Toki had been
milked dry but for the most part, Raoh could move his hips and Toki would
eventually match his rhythm. At this point, there would be no coherent
conversation until the end of the act, maybe the grunt of a name or two, but
nothing resembling a whole sentence.
With Sara, however, he sees her as Raoh must see everyone: someone smaller and
weaker, someone who needed to be accommodated and reassured. So Toki pulls at
her hair and kisses her face and tells her three very damning words.
The reaction is instantaneous: Sara climaxes, kicking her legs in so that the
heels of her feet pressed against Toki's backside. The tightening of her inner
walls led Toki to experience a white-out delightfully-numbing orgasm of his
own. Perhaps it was the idea of doing it with a girl, perhaps it was, as Raoh
said, the feeling of his seed spilling against something other than sheets, but
for whatever reason, the orgasm, despite being his first for the evening, left
him strangely drained.
Raoh was not in a lenient mood however; the unexpected declaration from Toki
had left him on the brink of climax. He scowled and, with his usual amount of
finesse, strode over to the bed and, while ignoring both participants'
complaints, lifted his younger brother out and off of the doctor's daughter.
"What are you..." Toki tried, only for Raoh to bring him back to the other
seat, practically draping him across his lap.
"Girl," Raoh said, ignoring Toki's weak protests, "Come here."
Not for the first time, Sara wondered what she had gotten into. It seemed too
good to be true, the successor-to-be personally inviting her over to the
brothers' shared bedroom in hopes of an illicit encounter? She swallowed and
sat up, wondering if there was any point in the façade of presentability. There
was none, she decided, for Raoh was the sort who wouldn't spare a person over
matters of propriety. So she came forward, entirely naked and with Toki's semen
still dripping between her thighs, and watched in disbelief as Raoh inserted
his fingers into his brother's backside. He took pleasure in watching her
horrified reaction -- she knew men often enjoyed the act, but to see it in the
flesh was a different matter entirely. More than Raoh, however, there was Toki,
whose wanton expression was proof positive that this was not the first time he
had been violated in such a manner.
She wanted to avert her eyes, but between the two brothers, there was no
chance.
And then --
And then Raoh beckoned for her to come near.
"Sit down," he commanded.
Sara immediately dropped to the floor.
"Not there," he scowled, and then gestured to Toki's cock, "Here."
Only Raoh would be able to take the weight of two persons and only Toki would
consent to being squeezed and filled in the same moment. More than sensation of
fullness however, it was the weight of their sin -- to bed both brothers, and
on the same night! -- that caused Sara to kiss at Toki's open mouth, moaning
appreciatively as Raoh groped at her naked flesh. They must have been a mess
and it was impossible to know who finished first. Raoh kept going even after he
was done and by the time Sara came to her senses, she realized Toki was still
buried deep within her and that both of them were being rocked by Raoh.
It was bizarrely titillating, she thought, to see the boy she had loved for so
long with such a dazed (well-fucked) expression on his face. Even if it weren't
entirely her doing, she felt somewhat responsible, and so, leaned forward to
kiss him.
Toki's tongue lolled and he gave another whine of pleasure as Raoh drove into
him a final time.
Sara climbed off and the two of them helped Toki back into bed. Raoh regarded
her with something like envy, and she tried her best to see him as the
successor to the Hokuto school rather than Toki's older brother. Towering over
her in the candlelight, he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek.
"You suit him well," he grumbled, and it was all the approval she needed.
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