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Tales of Incest: Inoichi & Ino	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > General Views: 59349 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Naruto' and make no money off of this story. Also, keep fantasy and reality separate; I dinnae condone the acts within this tale of smut

Chapter List
- 1-Inoichi & Ino
- 2-The Shower Scene
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Inoichi & Ino
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            Good news: he made it home, even while drunk.
            Bad news: she hadn’t finished.
            Ino panicked as she pulled her shirt down over her breasts and straightened her lower dressings; Choji was as beastly in bed as he was in a restaurant, and not in a good way.
            Ino didn’t ever feel proud to call on her fat compadre when she was hot under the skirt, but that was the arrangement. Rather, it had been. She used to have Shikamaru as well, and the two boys with ‘InoShikaCho’ her brains out together with tact and passion. But after Temari interceded and kept Shikamaru on a leash with arrangements of their own, Ino was shortchanged with… Choji. He was always up for a go, but that never meant it was entirely pleasant. True, he could eat her out better than he could wolf down an entire BBQ meal, but the actual sex usually wound up disappointing. Aside from his pudgy girth, his cock had neither length nor stamina, and contrary to belief, the Expansion Jutsu was harder to control in that area and when he tried, Ino made him swear never to do so again. What good was a giant dick, after all? It wasn’t like she had practice and trained her cunt to take twelve-inch dicks; that was a porn star’s business. Regular girls… Ugh… Put bluntly, she didn’t need an oversized wang; she needed experience.
            And right now, relief.
            She groaned when she had heard the front door open downstairs, and Choji, of course, scampered and scrambled over her, heading out the window like a frightened pig. Who knew what the master of mind-manipulation would do to the boy who slumped his way into his only daughter’s bed? Of course, Choji had been ‘kind’ enough to first deposit a sticky mess around the insides of her thighs before his departure.
            Ino had to get a new guy; someone steady and reliable. That Sai boy seemed cute, but aside from their first meeting and his flattering analysis of her, they hadn’t spoken. Silently, she cursed Sakura. Why were all the hot boys put next to her big, dumb forehead?!
            Time enough for jealousy… Inoichi was staggering up the stairs. Drunk, Ino thought with a roll of her eyes. With Shikamaru’s dad and Choji’s; these were usually the nights that found her in bed with both boys at once, when things were simpler.
            Now Ino just ached with need, yet couldn’t do anything about it with her dad shuffling down the hallway now, murmuring her mom’s name. A zipper sounded amongst his trudging steps. He must be undressing for bed. Again, Ino’s eyes turned upward. Best she see to it that her dad made it to bed. She remembered how flustered her mom was last time she found Inoichi pass out on the floor, drooling all over the floorboards.
            You have a responsibility to help watch your father, her mom had said, and Ino agreed with some apprehension. It wasn’t like she wasn’t a ninja too, but she could consent that her dad played a vital role in the village.
            Wiping off Choji’s cum with her panties – no restocked tissues at her disposal – she stood up and crept to her door. From the sound of him, her dad had made it to the bedroom and was muttering something to his wife… who was not there. If only those who feared the Yamanaka could see him now…
            Ino stepped out and cautiously; as unlikely as it was, she didn’t want to trip or stumble and reveal to her dad her choice to approach him in commando. Her thighs, so silky and full, rubbed together as she padded carefully to the master bedroom. Of course, the door was opened and she could already see her dad slouching on the bed in the haze before passing out. His head bowed forward, shoulders slumped, his ponytail hanging like a faltered banner. Ino could be kind enough to give him a nudge on the shoulder and let him fall back on his bed, but he was calling for his wife again, slurred and somewhat urgent.
            Probably wanting another helping of saké, Ino mentally jested before returning to the solitude of her bedroom. Inoichi could be a bit… dramatic when seeing his daughter while drunk, and if she could avoid it, she would. He made it to the bed, she told herself; all he needed to do was fall back. Otherwise, she could be stuck hearing her dad’s drunken rambles on how he loved her and didn’t want to disappoint her.
            He would’ve disappointed her far less if he’d stayed out long enough for Choji to bring her to climax. But, so long as he stayed put and passed out, she could do the job herself. She scooted back on her bed, giving room for her legs to bend upward and flash her naked crotch to the closed, locked door. At sex, Choji was more or less useless, but inviting someone who was nowhere near her league gave her that needed thrill to make his heavy body atop hers worth it. Thrill of the wrong always got her the most.
            But Sasuke or Sai… Ino had to bite her lip to keep quiet the wanting whimper. Either boy or both; they’d fall for her, submit to her beauty while Forehead Girl wept with jealousy. Sasuke, Ino had imagined many times naked; Sai was a fresh slate of possibilities. It was tempting, even, to get him with a mind swap. And while she occupied his body, she could swap imagination with fact, find out just what he had hidden in his black pants.
            Inoichi’s voice cut through Ino’s fantasy, ruining the idea of what it’d be like to take over the body of some boy and use him to screw her. Such imaginings were postponed, she figured with an annoyed scoff. Why was he still calling for her mom? Mom was away for the night; he should already know that!
            Best put him to bed, Ino finally conceded with great reluctance. She glanced at her glistening fingers. Just when she had gotten started…
            “Dad,” Ino moaned as she marched out of her room. “Mom isn’t here. You should just go to sleep and…” She paused mid-step, a look appearing on her face when she saw her father across from her, still perched on the edge of his bed. He still seemed hopelessly drowsy, but now he was holding something in his lap. She then grimaced with revulsion and plain awkwardness. Her dad’s hand was wrapped around a blunt shaft that had risen from his undone fly. At her distance, she couldn’t be entirely sure. When she edged forward, leaned towards his direction and squinted, she confirmed her suspicion and was hit with the urge to turn back to her room and lock herself away.
            Her stomach knotted. Was her dad masturbating? The idea was as weird as it was gross. Adding to that unsettling revelation was the fact that she herself had been seeking fleshy desires moments ago.
            No wonder he kept calling for his wife. He stroked himself lazily, keeping the cock rigid and eager, but Ino knew that it’d find no relief for hours depending on how late her mom stayed out, tending to the shop or meeting with other moms.
            It wasn’t her problem, Ino told herself, ready to pivot, put the image out of her mind, and finish what she had begun. But then there was an odd flash almost akin to guilt or pity. Her dad was there, waiting, and he wasn’t going to get relief. Ino could at least explain to him and urge him to lie back. He’d be asleep the moment his head hit the pillow…
            She tried not to stare at his jerking fist as she approached. “Dad?” She craned her body at an angle, trying to meet his eye. But seeing his face, she realized he was already asleep! She blinked, and then checked his lap. To her shock, he was still rubbing himself. It was Lee-like determination: seeking resolution even when unconscious! Her expression softened to certain pity. She at least knew that her mom was always a reserved woman; perhaps her dad had sex even less times than his daughter – which wasn’t saying much since Ino was partial to the act. It was probably painful to leave it like this, but what could Ino do?
            With less revulsion than before, she studied his prick, the foreskin repeatedly rolling back and forth against its tip with each swath of his fist. He’d beaded a little, but at this tempo, he’d be jerking off till dawn! She could just go back to her room, and both Yamanakas could sleep it off.
            That was not what she did.
            She herself had the persistent urge for release, and logic was usually the prey of such base lusts. Maybe she could chalk it up to curiosity or an endeavor to aid her father. Whatever justification was to be found, she nevertheless went to her knees, bracing on her father’s thigh the whole time.
            He was longer than Choji and Shikamaru; that much was certain, though girth-wise, Choji still had the understandable advantage. She didn’t find it any less appealing. Appealing? She took a moment to consider how she felt and how she ought to feel when staring at her dad’s rigid dick. She could imagine that the discomfort was near mutual to her own.
            She could… just maybe…
            Her hand on his thigh twitched.
            … lend some help.
            Clearly, it was wrong to consider it, to think of anything but turning around and going to bed; even masturbation seemed wrong after viewing her dad in this exposure. But then, it was also wrong for her to fuck her teammates and sneak Choji in and out of her room, splattering her with mess each time. The wrongness always drove her wild.
            Pleasuring her dad? It almost seemed like her hand made the choice itself to curl around his shaft underneath his own fist. Inoichi grunted in response, his body giving a slight jerk. She paused, observed his dick as the beading pre-cum spilled down. He mumbled the name of his wife, but dozed all the same.
            Best he think she was someone else; this could be a little secret she could harbor. The blonde daughter extracted his grip and resumed the task on her own, slow pumping leading to faster and faster jerks. When he did not show signs of waking, fast became vigorous! She pushed up to the tip and pulled back down, the skin tightening on the muscle. It must’ve been his maturity that it somehow seemed ‘stronger’ than the other cocks she’d encountered in the past. Would it prove itself resilient even to her efforts to calm him? Replacing her uncertainty was a smirk. She was up for such a challenge, bracing her posture and bringing herself closer to his juncture.
            The hands that had lazily rolled off his lap now lazily took hold at the edge of the bed. “That feels… good, honey,” he murmured amongst grateful sighs and quiet groans. Ino felt a jolt in her heart when his head lifted a little, ceasing her right away. He was stirring, but not completely awake from the glazed look in his eyes. Drowsiness and inebriation continued to mask her. He believed it was his wife’s eyes he was grinning lecherously at. “Hey,” he slurred, reaching out and passing a hand against her cheek, not noticing how the woman flinched when he touched her. “Don’t stop now. I’m… almost there.”
            Ino could take a hint. She was nearing the crossroads, the choice of what to do when he did get there. She was in prime position to take the ejaculate various ways, and truth be told, she always found it most exciting when her dainty face was given a mask of warm goo – even if Shikamaru and Choji always seemed, for whatever reason, reluctant. She could cap her dad’s prick with her mouth and sample a matured flavor. Or, altogether, she could scoot out of the way and leave a mess on the floorboards that might leave telltale signs that something sexual happened in this room without the Yamanaka mother.
            It seemed that the best idea was to intercept with her mouth, swallow Daddy’s evidence or transport it to the toilet. And while that seemed thrilling, she made up another option.
            What good did it do her to stimulate her father? The act was deliciously intense, and an opportunity wasted if she did not take advantage to her own benefit. Not like she needed to do much rummaging with her skirt due to the liberation of her panties.
            Smirking slightly to her own resolve, Ino boldly whispered, “I’ll help out, dear.” She wasn’t sure why she took the risk of speaking. If he could identify her voice against her mom’s, that would be it, and then the awkward phase of father/daughter would be stamped on their lives forever.
            She chose to take that risk. She stood up, noting how her dad’s head vaguely followed her, a flicker that resembled confused recognition in his dull eyes. His wife did not wear a segregated outfit; she was traditional and reserved, never daring to show off her midriff. Sex always took place under the sheets, before and after, and far less often since becoming parents of a teen. Even this gracious handjob was an unexpected boon to their intimacy.
            Ino scooted up her skirt, willing to flash her drunken dad the neatly-trimmed slit between her legs. She guided herself atop her father’s lap, his hands making a failed attempt to grip her thighs. He whispered her mom’s name, sounding somewhat baffled. Ino ignored and gingerly set him against her. He inhaled deep and sharp when he felt her hot, wet labia rest against his tight dick; a familiar setting in an unfamiliar way. His hands succeeded this time when they made a grab for her rear for mutual support. Again, he gasped the wrong woman’s name.
            Oh Daddy… Ino bit back her mewls and whimpers as she began to slide against Inoichi’s cock, not daring to let him penetrate. He and she would both settle for this massage until their needs were resolved. She knew there was the chance that a bigger mess would be made with more telltale signs of debauchery, but she doubted her dad would question a lap covered in jizz after a drunken stupor alone in his bedroom, and by the way it seemed that her mom rarely went for him, she wouldn’t even glance in that direction.
            Ino had no choice but to grab onto Inoichi’s shoulders as she rocked atop him, grinding her sex harder and harder against his. His moans became louder and louder, his confusion washed away with the rising tide of pleasure. Soon, he was loud enough that Ino could let out a few sounds herself.
            Inoichi was rocking under the tempo of his daughter. Really, as they both neared climax, there was no way he wouldn’t eventually be roused from his lethargy. At first, he blinked several times, blurs clearing to definite shapes. And what was in his face was clearly… his daughter’s bust! He gasped and straightened, his hands inadvertently squeezing her butt. “Ino?!” It was all he could do not to dash his child to the floor. He held her atop him, but – ineffectually – tried to draw their hips apart.
            Ino gasped, her own grip seizing on his shoulders. “Dad?!”
            “What is this? Daughter, what have you…?!” His eyes, clear of sleep and alcohol, shot down, and he saw clearly his erection smothered and glistening underneath his daughter’s quim. He paled, feeling like his heart had sunk in a sticky oil of guilt and shame. “What have I…?” He could not bring himself to put such disgrace to his beloved daughter, already pinning the fault upon himself. He looked up at her blue gaze. She was flushed while he was pale, and she panted while he couldn’t fill his lungs. “Daughter,” he wheezed with a throat clenching, “forgive me! How could I have been…?”
            His resolution to bear the burden gave Ino some relief. If she had been caught, she had thought that he’d be furious with her, disown her or even keep the threat of using the Mind-Destruction Jutsu. She could grin; she should’ve known her dad better than that. She did not grin, however, instead panting still and gradually setting herself in motion on his lap again. Her dad’s response was a gasp that filled his lungs almost to bursting. “It’s alright, Dad,” she told him softly, as if that excused the immorality of it all.
            “No,” he hissed with a shake of his head. He needed to control this situation. Telling Ino that he was her father and she, his daughter seemed redundant; it was an argument that would hold no sway to his wayward daughter. He caught her by the waist, and they both were sure that he was about to fling her off of him. Instead, his hands just stayed there, gripping hard and trembling, teetering on the fence between logic and lust. He wasn’t fortified against this treatment, his wife so traditional and withheld when sex was concerned. His tip frothed transparent juices while Ino’s cream continued to lather his length.
            He would cum, he dreaded! He imagined how his Ino would react when she saw his erection spout across his chest, some haphazard gushes getting on her. What he dreaded even more was how hot his blood had become at the mental visualization of the taboo! Again, he said no, and still Ino rocked. Harder and harder, grinding her hot arousal against his, her breath hitching in excitement.
            He swore. His resistance was just about used up, his hips making their first jerk against her. He shouldn’t be doing this, his conscience repeated over and over. He shouldn’t be doing this, over and over while his hands slipped along the curve of Ino’s backside, cupping her full cheeks. At last, his strength was found to stop her and cease the pursuit of release. His wizened eyes took her needy ones, holding them, locking them in a moment of desperation. She tried to seek his groin again, but his hands were stronger than her.
            “We shouldn’t,” he said to her quietly, and then arranged her so that his cock met her entrance and, in one go, sunk into her slippery body.
            Ino, finally being given the hot sense of relief, exhaled a wail that would have roused any other ears in the household. But it was just the two of them; there was no harm in crying out as her dad stretched further into her than any adolescent cock before.
            Inoichi did not question the absent barricade of his daughter’s chastity. He would fool himself into believing that her maidenhead had been ruptured by training. Heedless of the consequences, he drove in deep and hard. He bottomed out, felt the slickness and heat against his balls, and then reasserted himself; Ino cried out as if she had been hurt.
            Regardless of their youthful vigor and Choji’s noteworthy size, her father’s zeal and know-how outpaced her usual partners. The taboo didn’t hurt, either. She resisted the urge to tug Inoichi’s face to her bosom; the thrill of watching his eyes as he defiled her was glorious.
            As he listened to the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her, Inoichi vaguely contemplated what brought him to this moment, this wretched act. Was it the alcohol, or the sexual starvation? Maybe he could not bring himself to fight back at his daughter, the one who always got her way…
            Ino exclaimed as her world turned to a whirl of colors and shapes. “Dad!” He had swapped their positions and brought her down on the bed, trapped underneath him. Both were still fully clothed, but that did not stop Inoichi’s growing, impassioned lusts. He forced a hand under that skimpy bit of fabric she called a shirt and grabbed his daughter’s breast. Though he could not see it, he felt the lump of her hard nipple and grasped it between his fingers. Ino did not have sensitive breast, so this rougher treatment made her gasp; Shikamaru and Choji – the former more than the latter – oftentimes neglected her tits to finish their urges rather than sate them. Her dad was not so lax. He pawed one and then the other, all the while gripping her waist his free hand to yank her to his pelvis over and over.
            She was under his full weight now, able to just move her arms outside his frame. She wrapped them around him and inevitably brought her legs to clasp behind his waist. His face was hidden at the crook of her neck, but she could feel the deep grunts and groans of pleasure hitting her ear. She’d never heard him sound like this before; she wouldn’t be surprised if her mom never heard him like this either.
            She came when he shoved deep and stayed, using only rocking motions to stimulate them both while he toiled underneath her shirt. She could normally hold in her outbursts – usually because she needed to be quiet, else her partners’ parents might hear – but there was no need this time. The scream tore from her throat, the name of the one who brought her to climax, and then her teeth chomped down at his shoulder; he should be grateful that he hadn’t undressed.
            Perhaps Inoichi could have resisted the beckoning hug of Ino’s pussy if he had his desires fulfilled regularly. But his wife’s negligence left him all but vulnerable to his daughter’s nubile body. Her tightening hole meant to sup his very life, and he let it, groaning and coiling his back as he offered his essence. His hips pushed hard and deep, wanting to kiss her cervical wall as his balls spent themselves. Not a drop was to be wasted; every burst of his hot seed made it through her womb in a tide of white incest.
            Ino’s mouth was still full of her dad’s stained vest as she caught her breath. Her limbs unlatched from around him, her strength waning in the afterglow of satisfaction. And before long, she became very aware of her father’s weight pinning her down on the bed he shared with her mom. The hot goo inside her spilled when she squirmed a little. His cock had already diminished, its stature and hardness gone like the payload now sloshing inside his daughter. The shame, disgrace and disgust slowly began to overlap the fog of lust, and rather than wait for his wilted cock to retract from her tight snatch, he jerked his hips back. He glanced between their bodies and swallowed with a throat choked with guilt at the wet shimmer coating his flaccid cock.
            “Oh no…” Inoichi slid off Ino, sitting on the edge of the bed and dropping his head into his hands. Ino, on the other hand, stayed reclined, staring up at the ceiling, musing ambiguously of the warmth in her uterus. Her hand ghosted lazily along her lower belly. She should feel something besides relief, but there was time to worry about that later. Unlike her father, she had sex often; like her father, she rarely had release.
            It was five minutes of silence before Ino finally sat up; her dad didn’t move. She chose not to say anything or even touch her dad. She wasn’t the ‘mind reader’ he was, but she knew the best thing for him was to be left alone. She gave him his solitude when she went back to bed, tired, yet still wide awake…
            She’d just fucked her dad. As sexy as it had been in the moment, it was enough to unsettle someone from the notion of sleep.
            Her head perked up and looked at her door. In another room, the shower started to run. Her dad must have finally gone into motion and was now washing away the evidence and sin. She imagined him in the shower, sulking. She tried to lie back and go to sleep, but quickly lost interest. Well, Mother wasn’t home, she considered as she stood up and set her clothes to the side, and she also was in need of a shower since Choji left. And more importantly, she thought as she walked naked, hips swaying and her breasts bouncing with every step, she wanted to know if her dad had ever done anal before…
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