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Bed Time	By : CheshireKat Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 5610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own these guys, they belong to the creators of TMNT, and I do not make any profit from this story. It is purely for fun and the readers enjoyment.

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Steam immediately billowed up to swallow the turtle entirely, the floor was slick from Mikey’s footsteps, and the room was sweltering hot. It only took a second for the soap that was splashed all over Raph’s skin and plastron to loosen from its half dry state. The only thing besides a few towels on the floor was a leather undergarment that all the turtles wore. Raph didn’t know how to react to this. His stomach did a flip-flop, but Raph just ignored it and took his own off which was then fallowed by his bandana. Just like when we were kids. He thought, only half believing the statement. With that he pulled back the curtain and entered the usually roomy shower.

It was usually roomy since it was designed with enough space for at least four children to fit in. Mikey and Raph were no longer kids, so it was a little more cramped than usually. Especially since they hadn’t bathed together in years. Poor Raph almost went flat on his shell when he first got in after stepping on a bar of soap, thankfully Mikey grabbed him….kind of. Raph’s arms were so slick with soap that Mikey’s hand slipped, throwing him off balance, but pulling Raph up enough that he fell on his butt and not his shell. Mikey sadly went tumbling into the others ‘Downy soft’ lap. Face first.

There was silence for a minute. The shower kept humming, the sound of water hitting the shower curtain pattered, Raph stared straight ahead, and Mikey couldn’t look away. And then, it was shattered. “Get off of me!” Cried Raph trying to pull Mikey out of his lap, but his hands were slick, and he only was able to shift the dazed turtle a few inches. This snapped Mikey out of what ever little dream world he had been in while he was stuck staring between his brothers legs, and he attempted to do a push up. Unfortunately, for them both the floor was now slick with downy washing detergent, and Mikey fell forwards again, getting a face full of Raph. Maybe not the worst of views, but he did ram the red clad turtle pretty hard, and in a moment poor Mikey was caught in the immediate fetal position that fallows a particularly harsh wracking.

“Raph,” Mikey said in a small voice. He was afraid if he opened him mouth to wide more than water would enter it. “Raph, I need ta move.” Raph sat still for a minute, then uncurled enough for Mikey to retreat to the other side of the shower. Raph then became a ball again. That sat silently for a moment.

“Raph?” Mikey asked, running his tongue over his lips and getting the taste of water and detergent in his mouth.

“Do ya have ta have such a hard head?” Raph groaned in reply. It didn’t really hurt much anymore. When Mikey had talk as he was being held in Raph’s lap, his moving lips had caused a more sensuous experience than pain. Raph was now just hunched over to try and hide his half done hard on from his brothers view. Mikey realized that this was not a joke, but an actual question caused by the many different reactions to what had just happed in the last minute. But this again was Mikey, and being Mikey he did, of course, laugh.

He couldn’t help it. The kid had been in his shower, not believing his older brother would actually take the invitation, and just about to get back to some business of his when the door opened. This of course made him loose any concentration he had. The poor turtle had then slipped, fallen, seen a little more of his brother than he had ever thought he would see, and then proceeded to wrack this same brother. To him, this laughter wasn’t because what had happened was funny, it was because he was so shocked by what had just happened to him in such a short span of time, and his brain was have issues dealing with it.

Raph didn’t know why Mikey was laughing, and didn‘t find any of what had happened funny either. Raph was mad, and now that the pain was subsiding, a little horny. Why he was horny he had no idea, but he did know that he was made. He had just been violated by his younger brother, not on purpose of course, but non the less violated.

“Get out Mikey,” Raph said through clenched teeth. The other one kept laughing, already having slipped away from reality. “Mikey,” Raph growled, more angry now than horny. There was no reaction from the younger one. “Mikey get out of the fucking bathroom!” He yelled and chucked a bar of soap at his brother. The poor little bar of soap hit Mikey’s shell rim and bounced off, sporting a nice little dent when it landed. Mikey stopped laughing. Instead he realized the entire ordeal was not a dream, and that if he didn’t get out, he would most likely be murdered.

The younger turtle quickly hauled himself up out of the shower as quickly as the soap on the floor would let him, fell out of said shower, and almost tore the curtain right off the rings. Standing he almost fell back into the tub from the soap that coated his feet, and proceeded to walk/slide to the other side of the room to the door, grabbing a towel as he went. In a second the door had slammed and Mikey was lost to the outer regions of the lair. Raph laid back under the water, and began to recover from the shock.

Okay. So my little brother just saw my junk. No big deal. He accidentally got his mouth on it. Not a big deal. I got a hard on. Raph’s brain stopped for a minute. Okay so that’s not only weird, but a kind of a big deal. Some part of his brain gave him a look, or really a “yeah right” thought that made him then say to himself, So maybe it’s a big deal. So what! But he knew what the so what might mean. It meant that either he was just extremely sexually deprived, (which wasn’t completely true since he did help himself out at least once a day and had had that nice dream) or that he was slowly developing feelings that he wasn’t sure he should be developing. Either way his body was making it very hard to concentrate.

Pain was gone, most of the anger was gone, and his member was throbbing for attention. Well, he thought, I’m already slicked up, and I’m pretty sure I’ll have the shower for a while. And I sure as hell can‘t think like this And with that he went about washing the detergent off his body, and making other part of him smell spring fresh like Downy, but not soft.
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