I'd Like to See You Naked, Brother [Part 1-A]
anonymous
March 3 2010, 04:16:02 UTC
(this is author!anon's first ever kink fill, please forgive any useless flailing and bumbling around. author!anon also apologizes to third!anon for not containing the amount of coolness required to do a Russia/France. pardon the tense mistakes, if any have slipped by. also disregard lolwhat!temporary-makeshift-title, yeah?)
Stage 1:
Realization.
Seeing the flushed, breathless look on both males’ faces draws out an impromptu giggle from the pale and lovely throat of one Ms. Elizabeta Héderváry, and the sudden closeness and realness of the noise causes her to realize that, aside from the pants and moans and other miscellaneous sound effects emanating from the laptop resting on the dressing table she currently stands in front of, there has been no other sound for a while now.
And yet, there should be. She’d finally , for once, convinced (and that was no small effort, mind you) Natalia, that quaint little thing, to spend some quality “ladies’ time” with her for once, because goodness knew there were not nearly enough female countries around and Elizabeta couldn’t be expected to put up with all the stupidity that emanated from those penis-bearing types one hundred percent of the time. She needed a break with the company of someone on her same elite level once in a while. The country of Lichtenstein was a sweet dear, but sadly the two of them did not see eye-to-eye on some rather crucial (sexy) things involving what really mattered (such as boys making out with lots of tongue), Seychelles was nice but frolicked with fish-smelling things way too often, and Ukraine…always left Elizabeta with a feeling of inadequateness in certain areas . Even worse, unfortunately, Poland was, like, totally busy at the moment and couldn’t come to her house to play.
Which was why she decided to take the lunge and tried to get Belarus to come over. Not to say that she hasn’t tried before - in fact, she has, most incessantly - but Natalia was a rather intimidating girl, and always had the unfortunate habit of feeling a tingling in her Russia senses whenever Elizabeta was in the process of giving her the sales pitch. But all that strife is behind them now. She has finally won - because here was Natalia, seated and facing the laptop, being introduced to the wonders of kinky boyporn while Elizabeta brushes her hair.
Only she isn’t making any sound at all. This seems to be a significant cause for concern, because, up until the point when Elizabeta had ceased her hair ministrations and became engrossed in watching the video over Natalia’s shoulder and consequently blocked everything else out, the girl had been a continuous, quietly murmuring stream of “I shouldn’t have come, I wonder what Brother is doing right now” and “Don’t do anything strange to my hair, Brother likes it best as it is” and “I’m not interested in watching this man take off his shirt and rub his genitalia with a vibrating blue object, the only naked body I want to see is Brother’s”. And now, nothing. Not a word, not even any movement.
“Natalia?” Elizabeta asks, hesitantly. Has she fallen asleep, perhaps? Could a person even do that while sitting with their back perfectly straight and stiff like that? “Natalia, are you okay? Did I pull your hair too hard?”
Natalia doesn’t respond, doesn’t say a word, but then a second or two later her head gives the tiniest erratic twitch that just may have been a headshake “no”.
A loud, slightly electronic (stupid malfunctioning speakers) moan suddenly emits from the laptop, and Elizabeta can’t help but to look. Both boys are in their respective “oh god I’m coming ahhhhnnn” poses, making girly, overdramatic, pleasurable noises and having in general a fine and dandy time as their body secretions squirt all over their sweaty pornstar faces. Gosh, they are just so cute , Elizabeta thinks, and can’t restrain a small, echoing sigh of happiness.
It’s only alarming when she realizes it’s not that her sigh is echoing - it’s that someone else in a very physical and nearby vicinity just sighed in the same exact way at the same exact time she did. And the only such person would be…but, no, it couldn’t be, could it…?
Stage 1:
Realization.
Seeing the flushed, breathless look on both males’ faces draws out an impromptu giggle from the pale and lovely throat of one Ms. Elizabeta Héderváry, and the sudden closeness and realness of the noise causes her to realize that, aside from the pants and moans and other miscellaneous sound effects emanating from the laptop resting on the dressing table she currently stands in front of, there has been no other sound for a while now.
And yet, there should be. She’d finally , for once, convinced (and that was no small effort, mind you) Natalia, that quaint little thing, to spend some quality “ladies’ time” with her for once, because goodness knew there were not nearly enough female countries around and Elizabeta couldn’t be expected to put up with all the stupidity that emanated from those penis-bearing types one hundred percent of the time. She needed a break with the company of someone on her same elite level once in a while. The country of Lichtenstein was a sweet dear, but sadly the two of them did not see eye-to-eye on some rather crucial (sexy) things involving what really mattered (such as boys making out with lots of tongue), Seychelles was nice but frolicked with fish-smelling things way too often, and Ukraine…always left Elizabeta with a feeling of inadequateness in certain areas . Even worse, unfortunately, Poland was, like, totally busy at the moment and couldn’t come to her house to play.
Which was why she decided to take the lunge and tried to get Belarus to come over. Not to say that she hasn’t tried before - in fact, she has, most incessantly - but Natalia was a rather intimidating girl, and always had the unfortunate habit of feeling a tingling in her Russia senses whenever Elizabeta was in the process of giving her the sales pitch. But all that strife is behind them now. She has finally won - because here was Natalia, seated and facing the laptop, being introduced to the wonders of kinky boyporn while Elizabeta brushes her hair.
Only she isn’t making any sound at all. This seems to be a significant cause for concern, because, up until the point when Elizabeta had ceased her hair ministrations and became engrossed in watching the video over Natalia’s shoulder and consequently blocked everything else out, the girl had been a continuous, quietly murmuring stream of “I shouldn’t have come, I wonder what Brother is doing right now” and “Don’t do anything strange to my hair, Brother likes it best as it is” and “I’m not interested in watching this man take off his shirt and rub his genitalia with a vibrating blue object, the only naked body I want to see is Brother’s”. And now, nothing. Not a word, not even any movement.
“Natalia?” Elizabeta asks, hesitantly. Has she fallen asleep, perhaps? Could a person even do that while sitting with their back perfectly straight and stiff like that? “Natalia, are you okay? Did I pull your hair too hard?”
Natalia doesn’t respond, doesn’t say a word, but then a second or two later her head gives the tiniest erratic twitch that just may have been a headshake “no”.
A loud, slightly electronic (stupid malfunctioning speakers) moan suddenly emits from the laptop, and Elizabeta can’t help but to look. Both boys are in their respective “oh god I’m coming ahhhhnnn” poses, making girly, overdramatic, pleasurable noises and having in general a fine and dandy time as their body secretions squirt all over their sweaty pornstar faces. Gosh, they are just so cute , Elizabeta thinks, and can’t restrain a small, echoing sigh of happiness.
It’s only alarming when she realizes it’s not that her sigh is echoing - it’s that someone else in a very physical and nearby vicinity just sighed in the same exact way at the same exact time she did. And the only such person would be…but, no, it couldn’t be, could it…?
Natalia’s shoulders are shaking.
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