I Wanna Have Sex With My Brother's Wife

Chapter: 1

Sasuke Pov.

Have you ever realized that you have two little voices inside your head giving you advice on things. Mostly simple stuff, like not telling your best friend Naruto that his son Boruto is a bigger dork than he was as a kid.
I believe most refer to them as your good and bad subconscious. Most listen to the good subconscious because it screams the loudest most of the time, drowning the bad out, but what most people don't know is that your subconscious is controlled by your frontal lobe. If you manage to somehow damage your frontal lobe by "Let's say trauma to the head during a fight,"
It could allow your bad subconscious to run rampant. I never told anyone that my arm wasn't the only thing that got damage the day me and Naruto had our final fight. Now my bad subconscious runs rampant doing as he pleases. I swear there times I think I've gone completely crazy when I catch myself arguing with my bad subconscious. I tried to live the life of a hermit for awhile in an attempt to keep my bad subconscious from causing me to hurt someone I care about or doing something I would someday regret, but I soon found out that no matter how far I ran or how long I stayed gone from everyone. I was never truly alone, because he was always there in my mind keeping me bad company. So I thought the sooner I learned to live with it, the sooner I could live my life. I had managed to keep him under control for awhile, until quite recently that is. The moment I realized I wanted to be with my brother's wife sexually, it was like letting a hungry pent up tiger out of it's cage. It locked it's eyes onto it's soon to be victim, the victim being my sister in law that is and no amount of force on the planet was going to stop it from devouring her.

"I see you windin' n' grindin' up on that fork,
I know you see me lookin' at you, and you already know
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know"

My bad subconscious serenaded out loud in my head as I sat across from [f/n] at the table, as she picked at her morning breakfast. Trying not to make it obvious I was stealing small glances every time she leaned over to recover a bite of food, showing that center crease between her boobs.
"I know several things that would go perfectly in between those two mountain tops, but only one thing comes to mind."
I immediately felt my face get flushed as I placed a mental picture with his sentence. The muffled sound of coughing coming from [f/n] direction cut my mental fantasy short. She covered her mouth trying to stifle the coughing and fidgeted in her chair uncomfortably.
"She choking to death, I'll save you my big titty Queen."
My bad subconscious heroically shouted taking over my actions, making me send the table flipping across the kitchen and into the wall sending dishes flying everywhere. I had her down on the floor and was straddling over the top of her before they came crashing back down to the floor.
She just laid there underneath me, eyes wide as a owl. I expected her to say "How many licks dose it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop,"
Like that owl from the stupid candy commercial.
"I don't know what to do," I thought thinking back to my younger ninja days, hoping they covered something on choking. Before realizing I had spent most of my time fighting with Naruto and not paying attention in class.
"Press on her boobies, I heard that helps."
My bad subconscious suggested, being a curious bystander, while making a squeezing gesture with his hands. He was my subconscious after all, so I must have heard that information from somewhere.
I placed my hand on her right breast, squeezing the large soft mound in my hand through her key hole sweater. Her face turned bright red as she let out a little shriek and she began to squirm beneath me.
"Sasuke," she choked out with closed eyes, tightly rubbing her thighs together. My face twisted with horror as I realized she wasn't choking.
"Oops, my bad man. I guess she just had a little piece of food caught in her throat is all." My bad subconscious replied with a smug contentment.
He really took the whole mind playing tricks on you bit to a whole new level.
I felt myself move in closer to [f/n], too close, It felt like a phantom was mimicking my body as I kissed her softly. She wasn't supposed to be kissing me back, but she was.

Reader Pov.

I felt Sasuke lips engulf mine. Everything in my body told me to scream, to run, to fight back. But instead I did the complete opposite, I kissed back. I wasn't sure why I did it. Maybe it was because he took me by such surprise. Yeah, I'm sure that was it and nothing to do with the fact that I've been desiring to kiss him for awhile now. It felt like everything I imagined it to feel like. My hands were clasping something soft and thick, it took me a minute to realize it was his hair. "When did I grab his hair?" I pondered. I heard the sound of approaching footsteps, even through the sound of heavy kissing. One moment we was locked in a passionate kiss and the next I was standing alone on my own two feet making out with the air in the disarray kitchen.
Itachi entered the kitchen, giving it a quick once over
before giving me an interrogating gaze for some answers.
"It was a mouse."
I stammered awkwardly, hoping he would buy my poor excuse for a lie. I could tell he was rolling my lie around in his head, as he tried to put the puzzle together with missing pieces. He approached me slowly causing my mind to race, "Oh God, he knows. He already went on one family killing spree."
He grasped the back of my head pulling me into his chest firmly.
"I've gotta leave out to go on a mission. I'm not sure how long I'll be away, but I'll return back home as soon as possible."
He stated, before kissing me gently on the top of my head and leaving before I could even give my opinion on the matter. I know itachi hated leaving home, but it was part of the agreement for his return stay. Anytime he does have to leave he always makes his goodbyes short and quick. It was as if he worried that he might change his mind if he were to linger for to long. I let out a soft sigh of relief, that the mistake that had happened in this kitchen would always remain a secret between me and Sasuke.

Sasuke Pov.

"I kissed Itachi's wife." I proclaimed to Naruto, who was working diligently behind his desk until he heard the news.
"What?"
He demanded, rocketing up from his chair to become eye level and leaning towards me with his hands planted firmly on the desk.
"I kissed-."
He slapped me mid sentence, pausing before making another attempt. But I caught his soaring hand this time.
"I heard you the first time."
He announced, yanking his hand free and started pacing the small office.
"Then why did you ask me a second time."
I snapped, watching him carve an invisible rut into his floor from his frantic pacing.
"I thought you was joking. So how long has this been going on?"
He questioned, coming to a grinding stop and giving me a glare that he expected the truth. I always forget just how intimidating that yellow haired ninja can be until he gets serious.
"It hasn't, that was my first time doing anything."
I replied back calmly, not breaking eye contact to show I had nothing to lie about, nor would I allow myself to be intimidated over the subject.
"Good, and she probably won't say anything. So you shouldn't have anything to worry about, because it won't be going any further right?"
He stated/asked, running a hand through his short yellow hair as he looked down letting his shoulders shag, somewhat relaxed again.
My bad subconscious flashed perverted images of me and [f/n] together.
"Yeah, I don't think we can help you there chief, because it's happening."
My bad subconscious greedily replied, as he flipped through his imaginary scrapbook of cleavage and ass pictures of [f/n].
Naruto head snapped back up and his body regain its original tensed up form when he didn't receive a answer.
"Sasuke, you can't be seriously thinking about sleeping with your brother's wife?"
He shouted, taking a defensive step towards me. My body naturally coiled itself up, ready for a fight if one should start.
"No, but I can't give you the answer you are hoping for."
He looked slightly disappointed in my answer, but walked over placing a steady arm on my shoulder, looking me in the eyes.
"I'm not gonna tell you not to do it, I'm also not gonna give you a lecture about how immoral it is. But I trust you'll make the right decision."
He gave me a sincere reassuring smile to back up his remark, letting me know he meant every word of it.
But unfortunately for my friend, I had already made up my mind.