CHAPTER 1.

I hate sex. I hate porn. And I hate my brother. But most of all I hate cameras.

I am laying on the floor shirtless, pants down. My hand is awkwardly sliding up and down my half-erect member. Itachi is sitting on the bed half a meter away from me, observing me curiously with his digi-Kodak. He's beaten me to a half dead state and enjoyed every single bit of it.

"Make it look like you are enjoying it", Itachi hisses at me while walking around and taking shots from all possible angles, playing with lightning, zoom and focusing on whichever part of my action he thinks will sell best.

I hate him for that and I wonder if he is aroused of such a perverse expression of body language, but his pants are hanging loose. He follows my gaze and next moment he thrashes me hard with his fist in my stomach beating out all the air from my abused almost broken body. I choke.

"Sick whore", he spits me in the face, not forgetting to press the button on his camera. I wipe the spit with a shaking hand thinking how much I hate him and I would not hesitate to kill him, if he was not my brother and my only family left in this world. Itachi had killed them all. Every one of them, leaving me like gourmet dessert to the very end.

Suddenly his foot is placed on my throat and he slowly presses it down. I feel my face turning dark red and my eyes are about to escape the orbits. I can neither cough nor blink.

"You are a fucking sick whore", Itachi repeats, hatred in his voice, just before he lets go and casually walks back to the bed. I choke with air, lungs bursting.

"Now. Don't make me mad, little brother. I haven't got a single good shot yet. Make it happen". And he throws a bunch of porn magazines in my face that hit me lightly but painfully.

I pick one by one, turning the pages, planning the details of Itachis' murder instead of getting horny. Itachi sees that nothing is happening down there and he is far from happy. I feel he's going to punch me again if I don't do something, urgently.

¨The sluts on glossy pages are ugly and men I don't even want to look at. They all make me sick. Itachi puts his camera aside and is already approaching me. I crouch into a ball, scared to death, waiting for the inevitable.

I feel him smiling as he keeps observing me like that. Then he spits out two words I want to hear the least

"Call her!"

I hesitate for a blink of an eye watching his knuckles turn white in rage and I do as he commands. I call my girlfriend.

She lives across the road and rushes to me like a good puppy at first request. Soon I can hear a triple knock at the front door and Itachi goes to answer it. I know it's her.

I hear how they kiss greedily, moaning and grumping in the hallway and how he smacks her ass, giving her dirty compliments about her whory appearance. I can hear how he slides his hand under her skirt, and she giggles at that. It's all happening just at the very doors to my room where I am trying my best to wake up to life my non-cooperative cock. Somehow I manage just before they both walk in.

She is waving her wide hips from side to side as she walks, probably thinking he looks sexier that way. I can see her non-modest underwear is slightly off the place, obviously thanks to Itachis' hospitality.

'Oh, I see you are horny, Sasuke-kun', she greets me and lowers herself next to me onto the floor, covering my lips in a disgusting mix of chewing-gum tasting saliva. I hear the clicking sound next to my ear again and all my hard work falls down, in vain.

Itachi shoots me a warning glare that promises very painful consequences for my part. Then he helps her from her clothing, playfully pinching her skin in some places and she squeaks at that panting and false-moaning. Then Itachi pushes her down on the knees to rise me up with her well skilled mouth. It helps and soon I forget about Itachi and his camera and all my troubles.

Some moments later my girlfriend is laying under me and my thighs and knees ache of all the hard work when we are finished. Itachi comes closer and pats me on the head as if I were a dog who eventually earned a nice word from his owner.

"Good boy!"

He looks satisfied, but it's not physical pleasure. It's much stronger, in his eyes. Neither his face nor his body betray anything about him. I thief-glance below his waist again, but his trousers are as loose as before. He didn't even get excited!

I get off my girlfriend giving her a brief kiss on the lips. She must think it is love. I think it's mating. And for Itachi it must feel like hate. He hates me. He is my only family, my only brother, my only friend. I swear, I will kill him one day.