He was quick to sleep. Despite it being a rare visit from her – she hardly got to spend time with him – Himawari was left disappointed that her dad passed out when she had gone to replenish his ramen cups. Ichiraku had started to put their fabled ramen in a cup to suit the demand of their best customer's needs. He couldn't stray from the Hokage's responsibilities every time his stomach growled, after all! So they packaged it and provided for him always.
But just as he couldn't leave for his appetite, he also couldn't leave for rest. It irked him whenever Shikamaru advised him that this job was too demanding and couldn't be slacked off. "I don't need to hear that coming from you, alright?" Naruto would gripe, much to Shikamaru's displeasure.
But now, it was too much. He had a warm and fully belly, his eyes had been reading documents all day, and what should have been a simple resting of the eyes had turned into a full-blown snoozing. He hung back in his seat, arms dead at his sides, and his mouth snoring loudly.
Hinawarmi frowned. Her dad was too lazy. At least, from her selfish point of view, he was too lazy. He got to be all day at this fun mansion, leaving Mom to clean up the whole house alone, and now he was sleeping when he should be tending to his daughter. She puffed out her cheeks and stuck out her bottom lip. It worked on him well enough at home to bend him to her will. But it wasn't going to wake him up.
And here, she had brought in a snack for him, scavenged by her personally in the Hokage's pantry. All the usual workers always let her do as she pleased, and even seeing the plate of cookies and pickles… They let it slide, finding her too adorable to say no to.
Now in the office, what did she find but a dozing daddy? She sat down the plate in a huff, rounded the desk, and frowned up at him. No matter her displeasure, the rest was too peaceful and necessary to wake up from. Hinawarmi looked him over from top to bottom. If she 'locked on', he'd wake up. He may double over in pain, but he would wake up.
"Hinawarmi," she heard her mother's voice in her recollection, and she focused on it. "Your father is very busy at work. Keep him relaxed, please. I have to go talk… with your brother." Hinata had taken her aside after it was agreed that Himawari would stay with her father, not underselling the importance of Naruto's job.
But how can I make him relaxed when he's sleeping? Hinawarmi pondered this for a moment. At home, Dad was always rushing about, eating quick, hurrying to the Hokage building, scolding her brother. He never took it easy unless he was sleeping. Hinata always tried to keep him rested, but she always seemed stuck in the same routines regardless of whether or not Naruto was home.
So Himawari decided to think about how other girls handled boys. Sarada was snooty and always seemed to annoy Boruto, but there was one girl and one instance Himawari could take from, and that was when she was out, following Mother and Brother on a training skirmish. It wasn't anything serious; just a passing of the Hyuga taijutsu to her newly appointed ninja son. He needed the swiftness of the Hyuga; it'd be a great advantage to him. But that was all beside the point. While they were engrossed in their exercise, the training grounds were also occupied by another group; them being the offspring of Ino-Shika-Cho.
"Mom and Dad are gonna show up soon." "We have to finish." "You're the ones who are taking too long. My technique is flawless."
Himawari followed the three voices into the bushes. They were not very well hidden, in plain sight just on the other side of a slight thicket. No way was Chocho going to delve deep in the brush just to get down on her knees! But they were secluded enough that Himawari could tell that they did not want to be caught; so she found her vantage point, held still, and watched. Watched as Shikadai and Inojin, having unfastened their trousers and pulled them down, stood around Chocho, who stuck their little penises – Himawari had seen Boruto's when they used to bathe together when they were younger, and Hinata had explained the differences of boys and girls back then – into her mouth. Though they wore anxious expressions, and though they were being put in a mouth, both boys seemed to enjoy it. And Chocho didn't bite but seemed to suck on them like popsicles, running her mouth back and forth wetly. She was on Inojin's when he suddenly pushed into the tree on his back, declared he had arrived – "I'm cumming!" – and held onto Chocho's head. She stilled, but even in that heated atmosphere, even at her distance, Himawari could hear the ebon girl starting to swallow. Had she chomped off the penis and ate it?!
No. It came out whole, but losing its upward arch. And aside from the drool from Chocho's mouth, it seemed to be leaking something white from the tip. "Mm!" Chocho looked repugnant, like she'd sucked a sour lemon. She downed the last of the contents in her mouth, and groaned in disgust with her tongue hanging out. "Bitter as always. You should add more candy to your diet." She smacked her lips. "Or pineapple."
Inojin was in the midst of a panting apology when Shikadai shoved forward to her face. His hand had been rubbing his penis, and now he was pointing the tip directly at her face. "Hey! Remember the rules! Not on the face when…!" Too late. White stuff began to shoots out of him, gushing on her fat cheeks, streaking her hair, gluing an eye shut. She grunted in defeat, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth to catch whatever might fall in. When he was apparently finished or drained or empty – Himawari couldn't figure out what it was – he stepped back panting, and like Inojin's, his penis was going all floppy and small(er) again. Chocho sampled his batter, shrugged a shoulder, and said it wasn't too bad. "Still need sweeter diets," she reprimanded them both. And while she got up saying "Now you guys gotta figure out how to clean me up before Mom and Dad see me", Himawari snuck back away with curious knowledge of what boys might like.
What dads might like? Papa was a boy once. But he wasn't so small at Shikadai and Inojin. She contemplated the spot in his pants that held the penis. Lock-on, perhaps? No, he and Boruto were KO-ed when that area was brutalized.
She decided to hover in close. Could she discern it? Maybe… but it may just have been the inseam of his trousers. And her interest had become undeterred curiosity. If he was awake – and she checked to see if he was – she'd ask to see it. Nothing like a father/daughter bonding on what makes the differences between them and to abate the questions she had about Chocho's rendezvous with her teammates.
Naruto was still snoring, so Himawari felt inclined to act of her own accord. Undressing another was new, but she wasn't incompetent. "Alright, here I go~" She messed with his button, got it undone, moved to the zipper and pulled it down. Papa liked toads; his underwear was always printed with them. She had such an innocence that she didn't pause in reflection; she just tried to get to her objective. First, she tried pulling down the elastic band of his drawers, but that didn't work. It did, however, give her a glimpse of the yellow hair nesting at his groin, and that interested her. She pulled the band down low and saw just the stem of his penis, but her fascination with the hair there was more apparent. Curious, her small hand fluffed his pubes, finding them to be more coarse than the hair of his head. Huh… Hardly the issue, but she had recalled seeing her mom's small bush when they bathed together. Hers was dark hair, though.
After a bit of pubic petting, Hinawari returned to the task of unleashing her father's phallus. The elasticity of his boxers wasn't reliable, not going down much further than she had already pulled it to see his pubic hair. Frustrated and pouting, she shifted at the cloth with her finger, probing to at least discern the whereabout of the thing she sought. "Hm?" She disovered it immediately; a length of squishiness against his thigh. She poked again, and the rod shifted. And more than that, his underwear shifted and revealed the slot in the front. As if it was some mystical discovery, Himawari jubilated, opened the slit, and looked in. Yep, there it was; the penis. And it was… long.
She couldn't even see the tip of it, but the vantage was extremely finite. But the hole was large enough to plunge her tiny hand in and grab him like grabbing an eel in a basket. So boys' penises felt like this. Long… and limp. She pulled it out, and it really did look like an eel; one that hung dead in her hand with a bulbous head under a thin membrane, with just a slit that she imagined was where pee came out. The only explanation, but it still intrigued her young mind. With one hand propping it up, she poked at the tip with her other hand and tried to pry the hole open; it barely could, and Naruto grumbled when she tried harder.
"It's bigger," she said in comparison to the small points that came from Inojin's and Shikadai's pants. She moved it a little, and the head swung. "And floppy." And it had a sort of scent that she could detect; not sweet but musky, not overpowering but distinctive. "Shikadai's and Inojin's; theirs stuck up straight. Is it because Papa is old?"
She traced the length of him in her hand. As small as she was, it did seem much larger; not to say Naruto couldn't brag at the bathhouse. And as she rubbed him and became familiar with the texture, the muscle began to strengthen. The mind slept, but the body remained aware. And it had been woefully too long since he was stimulated. Her minute touches roused his cock quickly, the drooping organ stiffening and bulging and lengthening to an inflated seven inches.
"What?!" Himawari was amazed and surprised by this transformation. Normally, such changes to her father involved orange chakra and features of a fox! This seemed more like something from the Akimichi clan!
Now it was more what she imagined it to be! Tall and strong, just like Papa! She could almost giggle to see him rise to the occasion like she knew he could. "It's even bigger, Papa!" She held it to her face, ogling the stretched skin, the flaring head pushing past the receding membrane. But she couldn't forget what she had secretly learned from Chocho either. Fortifying herself with a proud "Hmph!", she turned his erection down to a better angle. She burrowed under his desk for her benefit. "I'm doing it for Papa," she said smugly to herself, and opened wide, scooping his cock into her mouth and getting her first taste of cock. It made her wince a little at first, but she remembered Chocho remarking on the flavor. Papa eats ramen; not enough sweets… She closed her lips around him… and then opened them again. And then closed. "Puff-puff-puff!" She was nursing on him like he was a popsicle, smacking her lips and never going further than the head.
And the loud noise and the vibrating stimulation – Himawari was as gifted as her mother – were enough to break a restful dream. With a bubble breaking snort, Naruto's eyes opened to the ceiling. His body was stiff from the awkward snoozing; neck incredibly cramped. But more than that, he felt his erection, felt it was free, and felt that someone was playing with it. "Hinata?" he drawled, and then chortled, rubbing the heel of his palm into his tired right eye. If he was honest, he had hoped that Hinata would have sent the kids away earlier. Seeing her, milf that she was, had instantly made him want to rut her in the office. Normally, she'd be too timid and would coax him to take her home to bed. Guess she pitied him after he dozed off.
Turning down to watch his wife work, he warned, "Shikamaru will be back soon. So we have to be quick, alright?" He looked down. The head – or the hair – was his wife's… That was all. Instantly, his blood went cold and his cock took a dip in arousal. "Himawari?!"
She still had the head of his dick in her lips when she looked up at him. Damn, those eyes! The stability lost was instantly regained. She mumbled something; the vibrations of her speech felt incredible on his cockhead, but he had to guess she was saying something to the manner of his name and his waking up.
He had to throw her off of him, but in the tenderest way possible! And then after that, he had to figure how to explain that what she was doing was terrible! And after that, he had to figure out how to convince her to forget this and never, ever, ever mention it to anyone, especially Hinata!... Especially Boruto, who hated him already!
He was almost halfway to the first step when the door opened and Shikamaru walked in. "Here are some more forms from the Tsuchikage. Jeez, she never eases up on our trade." Thank the Sage of Six Paths, Shikamaru entered with his eyes closed, waving the documents and scrolls. He didn't noticed Naruto's abrupt panic and the way he shoved in close to the desk as if to trap a secret.
Himawari was stuck under there with her dad's hand on her head. Was he trying to encourage or stop her? She had recognized the fear in his eyes at first. Now she couldn't tell. She decided to go with it. If he wanted her to stop, he could make her with a command; not stuffing her under the desk while talking with old man Shikamaru.
"O-oh, is that right?" stammered Naruto uneasily, weak at making small talk.
Shikamaru lingered, organizing the documents as he laid them out. Of all times for him to be thorough and not complain… "She wants to raise tariffs from the Wave Country for using Stone ships. But being that she's in the mountains…"
"Right," Naruto stammered again, unable to keep up as the tight hole of his daughter's mouth descended on him. Stop, Himawari… He pulled slightly at her hair, but couldn't bring himself to harm her. But it was unbearable. His cock was already twitching violently. Even his young daughter's lack of finesse was working wonders on him. He should have taken more break from work, from this tedious job! Not for Boruto's sake, but to slake the urges of a man! If he'd dumped his load on or in Hinata more often, maybe he'd have the willpower to resist the urgent pull of Himawari's mouth. He already knew she was tasting his precum by now.
He even felt – and heard – her swallow. Shikamaru was droning on, luckily not observing the room's layout for anything out of the ordinary. He just juxtaposed the Countries' opinions and regulations against one another, just keeping Naruto up to date, all unaware of little Himawari coddling Naruto's erection in her small hands as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his tip.
She didn't really employ her tongue. That was good. Naruto might have called out in pleasure if she dipped it at his tip's slot like Hinata would. But the firm coil of her lips running over his tip again and again; it felt like he was burning with pleasure.
"Okay, Shikamaru, okay," Naruto suddenly said, waving a hand nonchalantly over the papers, expressing a loss of patience. Shikamaru reared up, an eyebrow arching. Normally, Naruto would listen intently, nod with affirming grunts, and not interrupt until the very end, when he would say "Can you explain it simply?" But this dismissive response made it seem like Naruto was willing to go through each page and scroll and figure it out for himself. He'd matured, but there was little cure of a short attention span. The boring work was supposed to be for Shikamaru. But Naruto said, "I'll handle it. You can go."
"You sure? I read it all and can explain it to you…"
Slam!
Shikamaru flinched when Naruto slapped a hand down across the desk. The Hokage suddenly seemed like a mess; sweating, sliding his other hand through his hair, his face pulling in a fearful grimace. It might have worried Shikamaru… if Naruto hadn't drunk bad milk several times before since becoming Hokage. What a troublesome habit… Shikamaru didn't address the issue – for both of their comfort – and gave a weary sigh. "Fine. Then I'm heading home for the day. It took me a few hours to go through all of it, so for you…" He didn't say, just turned with a private smirk. "Temari has been asking me to train Shikadai, so I'll go do that today." He lifted a hand in parting and said, "See ya tomorrow."
"Yeah…"
It seemed like eternity, Shikamaru dragging his feet out of the office and leaving them in closed seclusion, but when he let a few safe moments pass, Naruto threw himself back in his chair, grasped his daughter's head, and groaned loudly, "Himawari~!"
He had not yelled at her like this before. Himawari's big blues burst open, looking woefully at her father. He had backed out some, giving her some space to breathe and also himself some space to stare down at her. He looked flustered, but determined to watch her. What was it? The penis in her lips was thumping harder than before. Was it trying to get out? She might have let it if Naruto's hands hadn't suddenly fastened on the sides of her head and drew her onto his shaft. He hardly got any further than he was when she protested, sputtering and giving wide openmouthed gags when he jabbed at her uvula.
With her eyes watering, she looked up at him. "Bl-a-bla!" The sensation undid him. Maybe he couldn't stuff himself down her throat, but her small mouth was good enough to eject into. His swollen balls unleashed her reward, rushing up the tube of his shaft, the engorging twitch noticeable to her, and then the harsh, bitter flavor on her tongue…
Eww!
Himawari recoiled, but was forced to stay on. Best as she could, she sputtered and spilled her dad's flowing cum onto her clothes and the floor until he forced more of himself into her. No room to spit him out; the salty slime filled her mouth, swelling her cheeks until she'd no choice but to consume him. Even going down was bitter, sticky hot patches all the way down her esophagus!
Naruto was lost of sense. All that mattered to him was getting it all out and down his Himawari's throat. He surged up from his seat, thrusting to her small mouth. There was some drool; he wished he could feed it to her as he would his wife.
But when the outpour subsided and he could recline in his seat, he was taken by that horrible feeling of guilt and shame. He backed away from the desk and his daughter fell forward on her hands, coughing and hacking and spitting up whatever he hadn't put in her belly. Naruto halfway tried to console her, but stopped himself. How could he say he was sorry for… this?
And then Himawari's eyes shot up at him; a fierce frown. The cuteness of hers could change deadly in a flash. Certainly not a trait from her mom. Probably her grandma? "That was gross," she told him angrily. "But Chocho drinks it anyway."
"Ch-Chocho?" Naruto stammered.
Himawari nodded, and then crawled out from her hiding space, standing up and frowning at the gooey stains clutching to her clothes. "I watched her do it to relax Inojin and Shikadai. I wanted to help you sleep." She was suddenly innocent again, turning to her dad with big, doleful eyes. "Did you… like it?" Her like of it wasn't as important as his own…
Naruto hesitated, and then a strained smile took his face. "Y-yeah, I did," he admitted. "But… you know you shouldn't tell anyone…"
"Good!" Himawari cheered, both hands raised as fists over her head. "Mission complete!"
"Mission?" Naruto muttered.
"Mom gave me a mission to take care of you while she went to talk to Boruto." Himawari nodded with a smile, but then looked down at herself. Naruto looked too. "Huh?" She hiked up her poofy skirt to display underneath. She was wet, but didn't understand that. "But… I didn't…"
She didn't know that she hadn't wet herself, but Naruto knew the cause. The Uzumaki were a very passionate clan – or so his mom had explained to him. She had told him on their soul meeting that she would have loved to have been bred by him. "So if you have the urge for any woman," she explained to him, "it's perfectly natural for an Uzumaki, tebane." And with Himawari standing in front of him, apparently having awoken her Uzumaki genes just as she had her Hyuga, Naruto briefly reminisced that the idea had crossed his mind before. If Sarada or Chocho or any girl from the Academy had ever propositioned him, he'd rut them to their limits. Sarada, especially. He'd even be at the birthing ceremony side by side with Sasuke, just to really rub his nose in it.
Himawari was certainly younger than that, but… When she looked to him for explanation, Naruto swept her up in his arms and gave her a deep kiss so that his tongue could taste himself in her mouth. She jabbered against him, baffled that he'd kiss her so intimately; she'd only see him kiss Mom like this when they thought they were alone, unaware of a Byakugan spying on them. But this kiss, she considered as her eyelids drooped and her whiskered cheeks flared, felt good.
Naruto pulled away so she would not be wanting of breath; she was still panting and quivering, though. He smiled at her with her spit on his lips. "I'll help you with it at home, alright?"
"What?"
The Kyubi cloak exploded around them, and with her carried in his arms, he transported them across Konoha to the Uzumaki residence, leaving gusts of wind blasting through his past and onlookers who only saw a streak of orange moving at blinding speeds. Naruto wasted no time ushing Himawari through the door and locking it behind them. Hinata knew how to stay out all day and might even go back to the Hokage mansion for Himawari. Their time was fearfully limited, but Naruto didn't want to fuck his young daughter on the couch for her first time.
She surprised him with her knowledge of oral sex, so should he assume that he'd be her first? It troubled him that the thought of his sweet, little girl being fucked by many anonymous partners made his dick throb all the harder. Something wrong with him indeed, but he'd hammer out those issues in a bit and deal with the consequences afterward.
"Upstairs," he instructed her, leading her by the hand. But they hadn't taken a single step when they realized that the house was not empty. A woman's squeal… Hinata! And it was not the sound of a woman in pain or panicked. Hinata didn't scream unless…
There was the hesitation of shock, Himawari looking up at him. A few seconds of that sterilizing shock… Then, unbidden, the chakra cloak returned, and Naruto bolted up the stairs with Himawari in tow. To Boruto's room! Locked door or not…!
BOOM!
The door nearly was blasted off its hinges. With daughter in hand, his cloak disappearing, Naruto bore witness to his wife. Hinata was naked. Beautiful and naked and beautifully naked on the bed, her huge tits given their proper homage. She didn't move, and neither did he. His cock was still hard and out. And Hinata was there, her pussy successfully creampied by
The parents were in stunned shock; Himawari was just confused, looking between them. Papa's penis was still out and seemed more vigorous than ever. Mama was entirely naked with Onii-chan tightly nestled between her thick – but not fat – thighs. Aside from being interrupted, mother and son seemed perfectly content in each other's desperate embrace, even if Boruto looked like he could drown in his mom's chest. This level of intimacy; it shouldn't be more than when they enjoyed the bathhouse together, nor just a few minutes ago, when Himawari was slurping on Naruto's cock and gulping down his sperm. Looking up at him with a slightly open mouth, she tugged her dad's hand to wake him from this apparent daze.
"What's going on?" Naruto uttered out. Was he asking rhetorically? Could he process the answer of his wife being inseminated by their own son?
"Naruto!" Hinata finally seemed to catch up with the situation, and immediately brought both hands up to cover her brown nipples, sensing that she needed to keep some modesty as Boruto's essence dribbled down to her anus. It hadn't occurred to her in the slightest to ponder on Naruto's exposed shaft and that he was holding their daughter's hand while that exposed shaft was rigid from excitement. She was in the wrong. She always bore that burden. "I-I'm so sorry!" She'd break down in a fit of tears if Boruto hadn't leapt to her defense.
He was Naruto's natural enemy, always looking for ways to tear his father down from the Hokage pedestal. How he could be so serious and accusatory when his cock slopped out of his mom's soaked cunt was commendable, if not hypocritical.
Boruto leapt to the head of the impending argument, throwing a finger at Naruto so hard, it was like he had a Rasen-Shuriken loaded! Naruto faltered a little, as if forgetting that he was an undisputed and unchallenged Kage. "What's going on is what we should be asking? When you're standing there like that holding Hima's hand!"
Naruto realized that he actually was still clutching his daughter's hand, and much too tightly. Gasping, he retracted, throwing the bandaged arm behind him as if it would erase the evidence. But that didn't mean the issue wasn't resolved. He became Hokage, but he couldn't summon the strength to get out of this situation. Maybe if he had a Yamanaka on hand, he could order the erasure of memory, but that would forever leave the mystery of Boruto and his wife's situation unanswered.
"Mama!" Himawari took flight, rushing to her naked mother with arms stretched out wide. "I did it!" She stopped at the bedside, looking right at Hinata with a gleaming smile, shiny eyes, and her tiny fists raised in excitement.
Hinata, in the building storm of fear, confusion and humiliation, didn't understand her daughter; nor did she want her innocence ruined by witnessing her and Boruto fornicating like immoral animals. Immediately, she clutched and hushed Boruto's face between her giant MILF tits and pulled his bottom down to try to hide her shame, wishing she could curl into a ball and roll into some hidden corner forever. "Don't look, Himawari!"
But Himawari was undeterred, wanting nothing but praise for her efforts. The discussion of why Mama and Onii-chan were cuddling could wait until after her news. "I did it! I helped Papa relax!"
Just for a moment, Hinata's welled-up eyes peeked up from Boruto's yellow hair; even Boruto glimpsed from over her soft breasts to get intel of Himawari's excitement. "What?"
"You told me," Himawari began, nearly bouncing up and down on her feet, "You told me to make sure Papa could relax at work! So I took out his thingie and drank-drank…!" She looked, as if searching for a word and found it. She thrust a finger against her mom's cum-soaked vagina, presumptuously prodding the spillage of Boruto's making. "This stuff!" It was then that she registered the situation in whole. Her excited announcement was so abundant that she just couldn't realize the bigger matter at hand.
"You-You… drank…?" Hinata's face paled.
"What's that?! What did you make Hima do?!"
"H-Hey." Naruto held up his hands defensively, showing a flicker of his youth when he would be cornered by angry villagers after one of his big pranks. "It's not like that, dattebayo," he said weakly, though he was aware that the case against him was bad.
Boruto fumed at the thought. His dad neglected the family for his shitty work, yet was willing to corrupt Hima?! And though his cock was starting to harden again between his mom's puffy folds, he felt a simmering anger towards his father.
While he knew he couldn't leave this room without coming clean to everyone, Naruto felt he owed to Hinata most of all an explanation. It wasn't just familial trust, but marital trust and the trust of a man that he had betrayed. Where to begin though?! That he was napping and awoke to find his little daughter gobbling his prick?! And then he held her in place and shot down her throat so Shikamaru wouldn't catch them in taboo?! "Well," he started with a strong waver in his voice, trying to seem innocent while being guilty, "I guess it started with Chocho…?"
Ignoring the uncertainty in his voice, Boruto flinched at the name. Chocho?! He had seen her earlier and this happens?! Could she have gone to her beloved Hokage and spilled the beans in return for a favor?! Did she implant the idea of violating Himawari in his mind just as she had with his son? Boruto felt his stomach turn over and his balls clench painful. He stroked smoothly into his mom's loaded snatch; if he were larger, she might have noticed. But he wasn't and she was overcome with embarrassment.
"Naruto-kun…" Hinata sounded like she was nauseous. "D-Did you… with Chocho-chan…?"
"N-No! That's not it! I was sleeping, and when I woke up…!"
"I was just trying to help him relax, Mama," said Himawari dejectedly, now feeling that she had done a poor job to stir the family like this.
She certainly wasn't helping, Naruto would say. Yelling out in frustration, grabbing his head, he said, "Nothing's making sense, tebayo! I didn't do anything…!"
"Papa kissed me," Himawari continued her confession to her mom. "And said he was going to explain everything at home."
And by the jutting erection that hadn't been stifled in his apparent confusion, it could be guessed how much Naruto was going to explain to his daughter. "You were going to do something dirty, weren't you?!"
Naruto's patience snapped for a moment, and just like any parent who was taxed and pushed to the brink by their child, he reflected and said something he really shouldn't have. "Don't talk like that when you're inside my wife!"
And just like that, the mood shifted and went silent. Hopefully no one was nearby to hear that. But the family within the domicile were all dumbstruck, as though it was a revelation that hadn't occurred to any of them. Hinata, so wound up, seemed to have absorbed the shock of it in her palpable humiliation, and Himawari deflected it in her innocence. But now that it was out in the open…
Even Boruto, estranged from his love for his father, dropped his head in shame, looking away when Hinata turned to him and uttered his name. Dammit, he hated when the old man had a point. And at the bedside, Himawari sulked. She didn't like her dad shouting, and had thought she'd receive nothing but praise upon her sticky accomplishment.
Naruto, of course, felt bad. Whatever the reasons of his wife and son… somehow, he felt that he was the one in the wrong for heading to anger, when he was certainly no better, preying on the vulnerability of his naïve daughter.
"Heh…" He put on a smile, turning his head and rubbing the back of his head. "I guess we all screwed up today."
Boruto stuck out his bottom lip in a tough pout, and then grumbled, "It wasn't just today…" He couldn't decide if it was a confession or a brag, but it provoked Naruto to shout that that wasn't the point.
Luckily, Naruto reeled himself in with a deep, calming breath, lest Kurama wake in response to his heightened feelings. When he felt rested, he laughed again; not the laugh of joy, but the laugh of resignation. None of them were getting out of this knot they'd tangled themselves in. For whatever reason, his beautiful wife had bedded their son, and he himself was on a mission to educate his daughter and was stopped by happenstance. Maybe Hinata had just beaten him to the punch with Boruto?
When he peered back to the indecent scene of Boruto topping Hinata while Hima stood aside in waiting judgment, he softened; in the heart, at least, for his cock had bloated like never before, stretching to proportions that Hinata could say even she hadn't seen before. "Well," he said, smoothing a hand over his hair before letting it drop. He gave his anxious wife a very poignant look that made her expression tighten, as well as her quim; Boruto felt it. His laugh was bolder then, perhaps more mischievous, which resonated with her. He began to approach, and Boruto fearfully rolled off of Hinata. It had been some time since he had received a spanking from his dad, and something told him that it'd hurt much more like this.
Yet Naruto's focus wasn't his son; it was his wife, who had just gotten to her knees, her hands diligently preserving her modesty best as they were able. She expected a scolding herself. Instead, Naruto grabbed her wrist and pried it away from her chest. "Since we're all here," he murmured with a scandalous smirk, "how about we show them how it's done, Hinata?"
Hinata quivered, the nausea rising again to the back of her throat. Her nipples throbbed, her pussy was spilling Boruto's mess all over his bed, and Naruto-kun was mocking her trauma. "P-Please, Naruto-mph!"
Naruto's mouth was swift and sure, pressing into her plump lips with a searing kiss. His tongue lunged into her mouth to confront hers. She whimpered, afraid to melt into the indecent kiss while their two kids watched; she couldn't even fully close her eyes, trying halfheartedly to turn away until Naruto's hand corrected her and kept them connected. Her opaque eyes glanced sideways, and sure enough, both Boruto and Hima were watching with varying expressions. Boruto seemed quite put off by it, though there was an obvious intrigue by the way he could not look away and his rigid little cock twitched, and Hima was more obvious with her curiosity. "That's how Papa kissed me," she observed nonchalantly, making Boruto swing to her with astonished eyes. He didn't say anything, and the words of outrage stuck in his throat before he exhaled and turned back to see Naruto had started to fondle Hinata's large chest. Would he be so affectionate towards them if he knew how many time Boruto had squirted over them? A part of him wanted to announce it, if only to spoil the workaholic's fun… but he held his tongue to see where this process was leading to. Honestly, Boruto couldn't deny that the palpitations it stirred in his erection felt good.
Naruto tipped Hinata onto her back, though she cushioned the drop by throwing her elbows back, impeding the sway of her breasts. "What are you doing?" she gasped, but it was very obvious what her husband was doing when he pressed her legs open to ogle the milky situation at her apex. She resisted though, begging him not to look down there.
He smirked in spite of her reservations. Just like their first time.
And like their first time, Naruto assured her she had nothing to be embarrassed about and removed the hand that had tried to hide her shame. In fact, he snickered and glanced at Boruto. "You must've been pent up, Boruto!"
Boruto blushed profusely and lowered his head. Hima looked between her brother and the white stuff oozing out of their mom's slit. So that was where it was supposed to go? She had always wondered about the slot she had in place of the upside-down snail tucked at her brother's groin.
Looking at it now, though… It would probably fit in my mouth better than Papa's.
"Naruto-kun! N-No! Wait!" Hinata held up a hand in objection, and the kids' attention went to their dad. He was disrobing, shrugging his way out of his jacket and clumsily kicking off his pants. They'd seen him naked before, of course, in family baths, but Hinata's rule was towels for the adults; mostly because Naruto's endowment could be frightful even when soft. But now large and flexing at nearly eight inches, Boruto had reason to fear that he'd never catch up to his old man in this regard.
Naruto didn't give Hinata the reprieve of removing his shirt first, snatching her waist instead and scooching her to the edge of the bed so that her legs had to hang over it. One did, at least, as Naruto held under her left knee and hugged it to the side of his waist. He used his other hand to appropriate his cockhead to her snatch, sifting through the deposit of his son's making. It made her slick and easy to puncture, but he did so slowly, holding his breath to listen to the sound of his cock carefully, wetly separate her folds for a larger entry. Immediately, her body welcome him, though he lingered at the threshold.
"Don't," pleaded Hinata one last time, her breath hitching with anticipation.
With the head burrowing securely, he released his shaft to droop over Hinata. He whispered just for her, "Did it feel good having our son inside you?"
She gasped sharply, and then began to be filled with her husband's cock. There was less room inside her swollen pussy for him, but he made his way through, lubricated by Boruto's cum, finding and passing the bulk of its reach and plowing headlong into her cervix, helping a stranding outlier of cum make it to its destination so that the beady seedlings of incest could float into her inner sanctum.
When he crashed against the back of her pussy, Hinata's back arched off of the bed, her eyes bursting wide with an uncontrolled Byakugan, and gave a scream that neither Boruto nor Himawari had ever heard her make before. She was always so composed and quiet, but now she rose as if possessed, crying out and clutching the sheets. Her orgasm was so wild that even Naruto was taken aback, lifting to his full height while still buried between her legs, a look of pleasant surprise taking his features as her quim spurted across his pelvis.
Spurred by her actions and the intense warmth crushing down around his embedded penis, he pressed his bandaged arm down on her groin and began to strum her clitoris, ignoring the vicious tides of her passion. "Noo~!" she begged, reaching and trying with an unreliable grip to stop him. "I can't~ughnn!"
To this, Naruto had to stop, absolutely flabbergasted that his wife came twice so spontaneously! Truthfully, he was gearing up to wash Boruto's cum out of her with his own load, but Hinata surprised him. And perhaps he should settle his rising testes. If they were on a time limit, afraid of their kids catching them, it would be different. But this time was different in that Boruto and Himawari were an audience. He couldn't bow out so quick.
When Hinata's uncharacteristic thrashing calmed down, and she settled in a gasping heap of embarrassment, Naruto lowered onto her, laughing teasingly at her reactions. Conscious of herself, Hinata crossed her arms over her weighty tits and hooked her hands onto her shoulders. She was too mortified to even reprimand him for doing this to her; more mortified at herself for how good it felt. She'd never been one for kinks, trying to match the decorum her father and Neji-nii-san had set for her. But with her children watching, she had felt such a rush of devilish delight that she could not stave off the erotic sensation.
It helped that Naruto kissed her. She might have been reluctant at first, but this was a loving kiss and it felt assuring. Her feet floated up and latched around to the back of his waist, keeping him locked inside of her.
He drifted back a little, and looked to the kids. Boruto sat up straight, discretely trying to hide his erection in his lap but found pressing it down much too uncomfortable. Naruto bypassed him, though, catching Himawari behind the held and drawing her nearer. Her gaze fell to her mom, saw her horrorstricken, but followed the pull of her dad until…
"Naruto-kun!"
No one had expected Naruto to so blatantly shove his mouth against his daughter's and give her a very lewd, inappropriate kiss between parent and child. Yet who were Hinata and Boruto to condemn it, when the latter had inseminated the former just a second before this while debauchery began?
Himawari fidgeted with a muffled whimper before Naruto released her, but he didn't move away. He looked pleasantly into her eyes. "Remember what you did to me in the office?" he whispered.
The panting, flushed girl nodded, her blue eyes glancing down and reflected some of the shock of her mom. That big thing that had stretched her jaw! How did it manage to fit inside Mama like that?!
The hand guiding her head turned her, and she found herself face-to-face with her brother, who was looking quite stupefied by this development. The weight of the hand increased with urgency, to make her knees bend and her head tilt downward. "Do it to Boruto now."
"What?!" exclaimed the blonde brother, his limbs unfurling as if he meant to stand up. But standing up would put him abreast to his sister, and who knew where his cock would wind up. "You can't make her do…!" He came up short when he felt a small hand on his naked thigh. He and Himawari locked eyes. In hers, he could see her mind already was made up. Having done it earlier, and now seeing everyone else in the family having some interaction, she was more than willing to try with her brother. She was going down and slipping his sloppy sausage down her mouth before he could feign the will to object.
But before he could imbibe in the sinful feeling, Himawari's cute face scrunched up in distaste and rejected him from her mouth with an offended "Blah!" Her tongue hung out, dripping with the excess of semen that had clung to his shaft rather than stick onto Hinata's walls. After a fit of sputters and spits that landed on Boruto's chest – earning a grimace from him – she frowned up at her dad. "I don't like the taste," she told him.
"Just try it for a bit," Naruto coaxed her, looking like he wanted to kiss her on the mouth again while easing his shaft up her mom's quim.
Himawari looked a little unsettled, but was resolute in following through. "Okay!" she cheered to rev herself up, and Boruto was helpless against her efforts.
His hands clung onto the bedsheets that were rumpled under his mom during his earlier vigorous thrusts. And then he felt a hand cling over his. He looked, following the hand to wrist to arm, shoulder, face; as though it could be anyone but his mother. She was staring at him with… Was it an apologetic gaze? Or comforting? Something that soothed him, and maybe he wanted to kiss her like Naruto had just kissed his sister, but he seized up and groaned when Himawari popped his tip into her mouth and sucked… hard. Like his hypersensitive shaft was a lollipop. Hinata had treated his erection orally with ginger draws and laps of the tongue. Himawari was keeping him contained with an unabashed look of disgust from the lingering flavor. So she resided at his peak, bobbing over the pink head and not venturing down where the streaks of his leftover semen strung along the tiny veins and bloated tube underside his shaft.
Boruto swore under his breath. His sister was not nearly as good as his mom… but her suckling was definitely going to leave a hickey on the tip. Her tongue pressed flat on the floor of her mouth; she hadn't discovered the benefit of using it, but she was fine where she was. No technique, but the attention to his head post-orgasm was a wise way to keep him enthralled.
Hinata herself did not know what to make of the sight, of her precious girl popping the head of her boy in and out of her stubborn lips. It was a fate she had tried to deter Boruto from! This encounter stemmed from him calling out her name in the frenzy of self-pleasure, indulging in wicked fantasy. Had she not intervened, would this have ever happened? Moreover, would Naruto have been free to do as he liked with their daughter and never have been found out?
The questions jumbled when the entire bed shook and Hinata gasped sharply, the hand not clinging to Boruto's leaping to the edge of the mattress as Naruto took another thrust at her. "This is pretty good for some family time, right?" he teased her, now filling his hand with one of her swishing breasts.
"This is—hic!—wrong!" she tried to convince him, yet the slide of his big cock through her, so familiar and acquiesced to the shape of her pussy. More of Boruto's sperm was spooned and connected to her cervix at the bulldozing head of Naruto's cock. Plugging her so deep had made her start to hyperventilate, her eyes darted between Naruto looming over her and her kids actively fornicating. Himawari… looked so adorable in her efforts. Was that how she had taken Naruto-kun? He had cum from such obligatory efforts?
"That's what makes it fun, tebayo," snickered Naruto, who had known the delights of mischief in his youth. It seemed being backed up in the office had pent him up, and now it was all just undone. Both hands were on her breasts now instead of just one, squeezing and molding them, stealing glances at his kids frequently which put some oomph in his efforts. His knees banged the bedside and made Hinata's chest shudder in his hands. He chewed a moment on his bottom lip. "You're tightening up again, Hinata."
She was; she knew she was. Her limbs contracted like she would curl up if he wasn't blocking her. She didn't want to admit it, but it felt good. The contrast of him and Boruto could not have been more obvious, but the nimble aggression of young and inexperienced Boruto was contrasted by the perfect control of her practiced husband. He knew how to fuck her, learning through the years even prior to their marriage. He stooped down, moving aside his hand, and latched onto her breast, suckling with animalistic groans before his blue eyes flashed up to her. He watched her nervous reactions to what he would do next.
"Ahn!" Himawari gave a start, and Boruto was lucky her impulsive reaction did not cause a nick from her teeth at his tip. But she was unable to control herself when feeling the unfamiliar stroke of a hand on her thrust-out posterior. She hadn't knelt at she had for Naruto at the office; she had bent over at the waist to suckle, so that she could back away easily when the gross goo sprung out. She would endeavor to avoid it at all costs! What she could not have avoided – or anticipate – was her dad reaching over from where he was situated between Mama's legs to pat at her little bottom. Actually, a pat would have been fine; a colloquial form of congratulations. But Naruto's hand – specifically his middle finger – was intrusive, bypassing her playful skirt to inspect the creases of her chick-printed underwear. He discovered her crotch to be damp, remnants from the issue from the office. The bandage-wrapped digit prodded expertly against her groin, and when Himawari was in the middle of questioning him, he pressed and swirled the pad of his finger against a small bump pressing out against the damp cotton. Vulnerable, not ever experiencing such a tingle before, she pulled her legs together with a sharp yelp and attempted to tug her skirt down to defend herself; at the same time, she didn't try to get away from the prodding.
"It tickles!" she blurted out worriedly, feeling something like she needed to use the restroom.
Naruto smirked around Hinata's brown nipple and looked over at her, not yet willing to detach from the sumptuous breast. "That's how it feels when you put your mouth on us," he explained, and then glanced at his son. "You should try it with her, Boruto."
Boruto, fussing to catch his breath, scowled at him. Just because he got the family into this entanglement didn't mean the pompous old man could start ordering them around. At the same time… He appreciated how cute Himawari seemed as she fiddled in place from the motions of Naruto's hand. He resisted for a bit out of principle, to seem like he was better than the suddenly-lusty father. And then he acted just like him by throwing himself forward and kissing Himawari hard – and sloppily – on the mouth. Her lips were thinner than Mom's, but very pronounced anyway. He breathed in her gasp of surprise – her mouth was a bit musky when he thought she'd taste sweet – but realized too late that she had admitted to consuming cum recently, adding to the amount she had begrudgingly supped from his own prick. He was revolted and elated at the same time and pressed harder, with enough force to knock Naruto's molesting hand from place and return to the sanctity of Hinata's supple body. Naruto didn't mind and watched in throbbing excitement and Boruto turned Himawari around and hurled her onto the bed.
Panting loudly, Himawari tried to distance herself, if only to regain her bearings. Everything was so hot and jumbled in her mind. "Onii-chan," she cried out to him before his face dove between her skinny legs to lick at the crotch of her kiddy panties. "Wah~!" She arched, her tongue leaping into the air as she felt her brother resume the intimate probing of Papa's fingers.
"Did you teach him?" Naruto teased Hinata, who clapped her hands over her red cheeks, looking horrified.
"N-No!" she urgently denied, embarrassed by the very thought of Boruto's mouth lapping at her pussy, her indulging in selfish pleasures when she was only trying to extract the urge from his burdened cock. She trembled. "How could you…?!" She was silenced by her own howl of pleasure when Naruto's pace kicked up again, hammering at her insides while the hand that had fondled their daughter now turned to her own clitoris under the forest of dark hair.
"Let's do it all day, Hinata," he whispered with a bit of a rasp, expressing how badly he needed this.
Hinata stared at him with frantic worry in her eyes as he used her to make the entire bed shudder. "We-We can't!" Imagine if Hanabi-chan or Father decided an unscheduled visit today! What would their Byakugan witness if they did a checkup?! Father, though much more lenient than her youth, would surely be displeased by her tarnishing the Hyuga name with this incestuous hodgepodge! And somehow, the thought of his disapproving scowl in her mind while Naruto railed at her pussy invoked a miniature orgasm.
Meanwhile, Boruto was growing more fervent to the taste of his sister's virgin quim. Down here was sweet; the old man hadn't soiled her here yet. He had dragged his tongue up and down the line of wetness that continued to spread on her underwear, but found that the nub that Dad was so interested in had garnered greater cries of pleasure from her, so he gravitated there for a good while before impatiently pushing her stuffy panties aside to really focus on her slit. In the bath, he had always just seen an uninteresting line. Now, it was pinker like it was flushed and opened like the waking petals of a flower. The point that had she liked to have touched was similar to the one at the crest of their mom's pussy; just smaller. Curious, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue against it, and sure enough, Himawari was delighted for his curiosity. So he continued, darting his tongue in zigzags and flutters against it while blindly tickling her hole with his finger. He wanted to see if she was tighter than Mom…
Resistance…
Something was blocking his way, and when he tried to bypass it, she yelped out loud, this time in pain. She pulled away, and he came out from under her skirt to find her glowering at him with teary eyes. "That hurts, Onii-chan," she sniffled.
"It-It does?" Boruto cast his eyes over to his parents, not wanting to admit that he didn't know what he'd done wrong. Hinata had seemed to enjoy every second when he put his thing inside of her. Did it hurt if anything other than a penis was pushed inside that spot?
Naruto and Hinata came down to address the matter, Naruto laughing and asking Hinata if she wanted to explain. She flushed – as if her face could get any redder – and gave a look like he'd asked her to do the impossible. Yet he waited, and then retracted, as if he'd have to disengage from her throbbing pussy should he have to impart this lesson.
While the sensible part of her wanted to call an end to this, really, she couldn't find the willpower, and like with Boruto… she thought it best if Himawari's first time was with someone trusted. She passed over Boruto with her hand and clutched Himawari's; Himawari looked at her while in a small fit of hiccups and sniffs. "Himawari," she spoke gently, trying to ignore her own desire to get Naruto back to fucking her into her next building orgasm, "it… it will… hurt."
The terror was evident on Himawari's face at that promise.
Hurriedly, Hinata pressed on, trying to quell the fear, "But we're here!" She managed a smile while sex sweat rolled down her glowing face. "And it'll start to feel better."
Himawari didn't like pain; could hardly tolerate it. But… if it made Onii-chan and their parents happy… She turned back to Boruto. She still looked like a crybaby when she fortified her expression with a glower and said, "You-You can do it, Onii-chan!" She reopened her legs, mimicking the way Hinata had hers open for Naruto.
Boruto was having second thoughts, but no argument could dissuade him. If not him, if he bowed out and rejected this family event, Naruto would step in and seal Himawari's fate himself. And, he also considered, as if it wasn't really at the forefront of his mind, he was curious how her lithe body would feel around him. He disregarded the idea of putting his finger in. If something was going to happen that would hurt her and possibly put an end to it, he'd rather experience the real thing!
Papa's was huge in comparison, but looking down her small body, Himawari felt that even Onii-chan's might be more of a challenge for her tiny body than expected. He tilted the erect pole downward, lining up with her slot, and fondled her slight folds. And that felt good. It felt good still when he touched the part at the top of her slit; she made a note to do some self-investigating the next time she took a bath. Then Onii-chan pressed back to that area that led inside of her, and once again, he challenged the taut barrier that hurt the more he pressed on it. She clenched her teeth and whined, tears already spilling down her whiskered cheeks.
"Do it fast," they heard Naruto wheeze at their side, enamored by the process. Inside of Hinata, there was a burst that Hinata had thought for sure was cum; it didn't scald her insides, though, so Naruto had just burst with an unusual dose of precum.
Himawari wanted to advise against it, not ready to take the plunge, but Boruto heeded his father and his instincts, and in one fell swoop, tore the membrane, defiled the honor of the Hokage's daughter, and crashed up into her cervix in determined thrust. As he expected, though his mom's hole was cushiony and plush, his little sister's was a constricting vise of taut walls that condescended and made even his smaller cock feel two sizes huger for her.
The elation on his face, however, dissipated when he saw her visible distress, sniveling and trembling. And it didn't help matters when he looked down to his partially-pulled out cock to see it stained. "There's blood!" he panicked, which threw his wheezing sister into panic as well.
Their naïveté could be laughable if it were some less-extreme circumstances, though Naruto lost a fatherly grin. Boruto had yanked himself free of Himawari's snatch, which made her recoil in pain as her tender opening was vacated so abruptly. Sure enough, there was clear evidence of blood on his cock as well as smeared on Himawari. He'd done something horrible! He just knew it! And all because of their shitty old man!
"Calm down," Naruto half-laughed with a lifted hand while Himawari was scooped in by Hinata and pulled to her comfortable breast to sob again. Reaching across the bed to the box of tissues Boruto had set up when masturbating to collect the end results, Naruto handed it to him and suggested he clean up. "It's normal," Naruto went on with some obvious trepidation. "For a girl's first time. Normally, kunoichi, um…" He looked up, embarrassed a little as he searched for the right words. "Early kunoichi training takes care of it. But Hima hasn't gone through it yet."
Boruto encased his dick in tissue, but looked dubiously at his dad. To confirm his statement, he then went to Hinata, and while stroking Himawari's hair soothingly, she nodded once in the affirmative.
"Here." Some more tissue was handed off. "Clean her up, and try again."
"Why should I?" grumbled Boruto after accepting the task of cleaning Himawari's little cunt of the blood. He'd hurt Himawari enough, scarred her for life. Why should he do anything but curse out his absentee father and run out of the room?!
Naruto's hand dropped on his head heavily and ruffled his hair. Then he gave his trademark smirk. "So we can all feel good as a family, dattebayo."
Boruto felt his cheeks heat up. He was looking at Dad again, and not the Hokage. The nostalgic sensation compelled him to comply, though he could not act like he was thrilled to do it. He opened Himawari's legs, and this time, he pulled down her red-stained underwear. Naruto was right; there was very little blood now, easily cleaned and discarded and put out of mind. The gruesome episode had caused his erection to wilt somewhat, but with the cleaned and primed pussy winking at him, he felt he was ready to give it another try.
"But it hurts," blubbered the little girl, her moving lips tickling Hinata's protruding nipple.
"It-It'll be alright, Hima-chan," Hinata consoled her, watching as Boruto impatiently turned her hips over and took aim once again. She tightened the hug on her daughter to brace her. A little nuzzling that made Himawari twitch and whimper…
Then came the plunge that rocked Himawari against her breasts with a violent shudder and a sob of renewed pain. Not like before, though; she didn't start crying this time. Her legs tried pulling together to resist, but Boruto pushed one leg back and Naruto helped pin the other one down, assuring her that she'd get through it. "But it hurts~"
"Yeah," stammered Naruto while nodding encouragingly at Boruto.
Boruto took that incentive and began to thrust, but unlike when he was burrowing into Hinata's wider space, he showed some restraint and didn't start actually pounding her. Hinata was fortified as if built to take a thorough pounding. She was still housing Naruto's shaft and had leaked most of Boruto's remain cum onto the floor. Now Himawari was the planned destination for his seed, but he couldn't just load her up at his own convenience! He thrust in, held until Himawari's crying had settled somewhat, drew back, waited again, and then repeated the process.
It felt like building up trust with her, her body steadily accepting the size of him. He could actually feel, with each quickening thrust that she had started to suit the size and shape of his cock. Still a snug fit, but she was getting wet like Mom and wasn't making as many pained squeals. In fact, without even realizing it, she didn't even need to have her legs held back. She now opened them invitingly and let Boruto push between them.
It was at that moment that Boruto felt lost in his own passion. She was his for now! And just like Hinata mere minutes ago, he'd claim her. Himawari was still mostly fully-dressed, and her body was not developed like Hinata's, but he still threw himself down on her, burying her smaller frame beneath his, and smacked his hips against hers. His efforts of rhythm were bested by his own intensity and need to fuck her as hard as he could. Himawari moaned loudly for some sentiment of mercy, but she couldn't deny that it felt better than bad.
"Looks like we can go all out now," Naruto told his wife, bringing her attention back to him instead of supporting her daughter. She knew what that meant; the days before kids, the rare days when the kids were out of the house for a confirmed allotment of time! They were going to fuck!
She wanted to sue for a buildup, but the buildup was already taken care of. She'd already been screwed and, from the tense feeling when he first shoved into her, he could tell that she had been satisfied. He had cum down Himawari's gullet, but Hinata herself could attest that one time was hardly enough for a Jinchuriki of unrivaled temperament. He'd be as passionate now as if he hadn't been drained for a month – a scenario that Hinata would dread ended with a hole in the ceiling of the bottom floor beneath their bed.
Naruto refrained from any cloak-donning. The kids were not ready to see the paces he could put their mom through. Too much at once, and they might lose respect for her. He'd seen how people could fearfully react to her appetite for ramen, after all. The best-kept secret was how much cock she could suck and how much semen she could consume.
So he began with the basics: primal rutting. Boruto's endeavor made little Himawari shudder, and that was good for beginners of their size. But when Naruto began to fuck Hinata – really fuck her – the whole bed shook and rocked to his rhythm. The frame itself was tested, and the only reason it survived was because he checked himself. Hinata's hands flung off of Himawari and grabbed the sheets overhead, gripping and twisting as her husband's meat delved into her over and over.
Her jugs floundered wildly like crashing tides of a stormy sea, but she had to hold onto the bed, anchor herself to take the pounding that was already making her juice around him, or she'd be heaved out of his reach. And Naruto would obstruct or coddle them, finding it to be a glorious thing to see those big, round milkers of hers in motion when she was so reserved about them. "I'm gonna cum inside you, tebayo," he vowed to her. And when she breathlessly nodded her consent, he decided to flex and test her concentration. "Whose do you think will get you pregnant?"
Her eyes flashed wide, thinking of the two separate waves of sperm surrounding her egg, racing to be the one to successfully impregnate her. The thought of bearing not only a new child, but her own grandchild…! Again, she was defeated by the undiscovered kink of incest, and Naruto quickly followed her to that finish, groaning deep and loud, intentionally bucking up against her cervix to put his efforts to the task of beating Boruto's batch. The torrent flooded her immediately; she honestly didn't think Bourto's short-distanced sperm had much of a chance of outpacing the fervent cloud now welling up in her uterus. She could already feel the heat gluing to her walls and chasing up her tubes for their objective.
All while Bourto tried to imitate his father. His hips made dramatic pullbacks, and eager Himawari – who had recovered and seemed to have a knack for the activity – chased with pendulous thrusts toward him. Her humping was quick, but rhythmic. If Boruto could get rein of his impulses, she could do a more effective job for him.
Instead, his pleasure overwhelmed him, and as Naruto gave steadying thrusts inside of Hinata's quim, already stashed to the brim with semen and leaking the fluid out in a tight white ring around his embedded root, Boruto's elongated penis began sporadic jettisons of his own, strong and narrow strings of his sperm lancing against her insides, decorating the pinkness with runny streaks of white. He dove deep, pressing against the end of her pussy – which was an immense pleasure all its own, the firm blockade holding fast against his spitting tip – and channeled his spunk to her small chamber. No eggs had dropped for her, but that did not stop the relentless hunt of his own baby-making troops.
Himawari seethed like she had stubbed her toe, clenching her teeth and bearing it, the heat of her tiny womb packed with searing-hot fluid was much different than when she chugged her dad's sampling. She could feel it culminating beneath her belly, swelling and packing her satisfactorily. It almost triggered a satisfying feeling for her, but she was left just a hair's breadth from attaining it. Not that she blamed her brother at all; she'd already felt heights of enjoyment that she never knew before! And all because her brother stabbed his thingie into her over and over again! He had plowed his hips so fervently against hers that both of their pelvises showed a shade of pink.
For the moment, Boruto stewed inside her, all his muscles tense, him hovering over her with a look of great stress and seeming pain. And then, with the last significant vestiges of semen secured within her, he exhaled, his face relaxed, and landed on his sister with a loud "Oomph!" compressing her to suddenly that it made a bit of his load squirt out of her.
"Uhn! Onii-chan," she whined in his ear as he heaved on her. She pushed at his shoulders, barely able to squeeze her head out from the nape of his neck. "You're heavy~!"
Boruto cracked a weary smile. He'd roll over in a moment, but she could bear it a while longer as he recovered his strength. Wow… That was certainly different than when he deposited inside his mom. Chocho was right; it was a good idea to go to Himawari for aid. He decided in the post-orgasm euphoria that Chocho deserved a few more treats just for suggesting it, even if it wasn't by her means that he got to where he was.
A hand patted Boruto's shoulder, and it wasn't Himawari's. He turned lazily, his tired gaze beholding his dad smiling down at him. The fatherly smile suddenly split in a mischievous grin, and he cupped a hand to the side of his mouth as if Hinata wouldn't hear. "Wanna switch again?