Undertale- Little secrets

Chapter 1 Alone with my sins

Yep. I'm undertale trash as well now. Don't worry though I'll never abandon fnaf~ More stories coming on that too!~
<_< let the trash commence

It was a typical night on the surface.
It had been 3 months since Frisk broke the barrier and set all of monster kind free.
Surprisingly, the humans were rather accepting of the creatures, despite some being weary.
Alphys and Undyne had their own house together, and Frisk lived with Toriel.
Asgore lived alone, as Toriel most likely would never be fond of the man again.
Papyrus and Sans lived together as well, in a big house might I add.
How'd they pay for it?
One of Sans' many jobs most likely paid for it.
Life was good.
Monsters and humans were happy.
Well... Maybe some weren't completely happy...

"Oooh yes..." Sans groaned into his pillow, holding onto his cock and pumping it slowly.
"This is sick." He kept telling himself.
Here recently Sans had felt.... Attracted.. To his brother...
Sick as it was, he couldn't control his feelings.
He'd have dreams, but try to push them away and ignore them.
"He's your brother.." He kept telling himself.
But now it had gotten to the point where he was touching himself, and thinking of no one else but Papyrus.
"This is wrong... This is so wrong.." He always told himself.
Papyrus was so innocent, so fragile, and his brother for fucks sake.
He didn't want to touch him in that way...
But yet..
Whenever he was in heat, it was Papyrus who he silently called out for.
Papyrus who he wanted to touch...
Papyrus who he wanted to drill him,
Even though they were siblings.
Finally reaching his orgasm, Sans shook his head and huffed, looking up at his ceiling and sighing....
Papyrus was at Undyne's for another few hours, so Sans had time to himself.
He cleaned the mess off of his bed and walked into the bathroom, guilt weighing on him heavy as he sighed and stepped into the shower.
His Boney hands reached for the shower handles, turning on an ice cold stream.
He was used to the cold, especially since he had lived in snowdin.
He often wondered why his mind chose Papyrus to lust after..
It always nagged at him...
"You're a sick fuck..." He told himself.
"You're a sick fucking monster..."
Papyrus would've scolded him for using such fowl language, but he didn't care.
For now he was alone and cold, alone with his sins.
Alone with his lust.
His self-hate..
Should I continue this??