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Tales of Incest: Kizashi & Sakura	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 26463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Kizashi & Sakura
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            A nice and quiet time at home studying medical journal; that was how Sakura spent her day off. She may often enjoy going out with Naruto, or spending time with Tsunade-sama and Shizune-san, but it was also a relief to spend some time at home. There was a sale in the marketplace, so her mother and father were out, scouring for useless junk that Kizashi, for some reason, felt he had to purchase. Sakura giggled softly as she imagined her eccentric father haggling over ridiculous items, such as pendants or other talismans.
            It wasn’t much longer before Sakura heard the front door swing open downstairs, followed by the much-louder bellow of her jovial father. “Sakura~! We’re back!” he called from the base of the stairs. “It was quite a haul, but we got some good deals! I’ve a surprise for you as well!”
            Marking the page she was currently reading, Sakura beamed and shouted that she was on her way. She hurried from her desk to bound down the stairs to see whatever random keepsakes he bought for her. The moment she set foot on the base floor, she already saw the clutter of clothing flooding the floor of the next room. Kizashi stood over the spoils of the marketplace with a proud grin on his face. A quick glance was all that was needed for Sakura to tell that most of the outfits were too small and/or too tacky for her or her parents to wear. Just what possessed her father to spend so much on items that they never wore or rarely used?
            “What do you think of our haul? My back’s aching after hauling it all back here!” Kizashi threw his head back and jeered his pun. As always, Sakura politely smiled at her father’s jokes, but her mother tried to ignore his boisterous attitude while organizing the bundles of clothes.
            As Kizashi blurted out a few more wisecracks – to his sole enjoyment – Sakura knelt down to the clothe bounty. So tacky, she thought; Ino would have a field day teasing her sense of fashion if she tried to parade around the village in any of these gaudy outfits. It was hard to believe that there was something in this clutter that was specifically for her. She would kindly take whatever it was, but unless it was something tasteful, setting it in a thoughtful place in her room should be enough to show her parents that she still cared.
            She was afraid to ask, ready to hide her disappointment – or disgust depending on if the costume was horrendous enough, like a spandex that Lee and Gai wore – but she was still curious. “What is the surprise, Dad?”
            The smile on Kizashi’s face broadened when he reached into his robe. After sifting around a bit, he found a piece of paper that he held out for Sakura to see. To give her the gist of the form, he said proudly, “This was quite a steal. Tonight only, the Haruno family has exclusive access to the Kappa bathhouse! We haggled it from old man Tekui when I traded him that old kimono I wore last year.”
            Sakura’s eye ticked when remembering the embarrassment she suffered while her father strutted around, drunk and unintentionally flashing everyone whenever he kicked the air in jubilation. It was good that he was rid of it, lest he be tempted to wear it again during the next village festival. However, she wasn’t liking the sound of the Kappa bathhouse. If she remembered correctly, it was a small establishment that only knew the business of old couples and the vandalism of young pranksters. Hadn’t Naruto once shown up to class years ago with bruises and bragging about defacing a local spa? “Doesn’t the Kappa bathhouse have only one tub?” she murmured, looking to her mother. Mebuki simply turned back to folding the clothes to get the room organized. She also knew that her husband was ridiculously impulsive to snag a deal, regardless of how pointless the prize was.
            “Ah, that doesn’t matter,” declared the blossom-haired father. He stepped towards his daughter and patted a hand on her shoulder. “We’re family, and it’s been too long since we’ve all taken a bath together.” Innocent family bonding, but Sakura wondered if she should tell him that she was too old to be taking baths with her parents. As hardy as he was, Kizashi was sensitive to family matters and would take it harder than he should.
            For his benefit, Sakura kept her smile in place. Shutting her eyes and tilting her head to one side with a look of joy, she chirped, “Sounds great, Dad.”
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            Without any complaints, Sakura walked with her mother and father to the worn-down Kappa bathhouse, dressed in bathing robes, though she seemed to be hurrying her parents to avoid being spotted, especially by Ino. Mebuki understood her daughter’s need for haste and subtly hurried Kizashi along.
            Luckily, no one of importance saw them traveling through the slumps of Konoha to the small shack that was Kappa. Sakura felt as though she had gone blue in the face; it was smaller and shabbier than she remembered. And her dad was proud to have it for the night?
            The owner was standing outside to share a few words – and jokes – with Kizashi before unlocking the bathhouse and welcoming the family in. “Just drop the keys off at my house when you’re done, Kizashi-san,” the bald-headed old-timer said before sauntering down the road, whistling a merry tune. “Be sure to have fun!” He waved a hand absently in the air. As he left, while still humming lively, Tekui pondered if he should put his neck in a noose when he got home before his bitch of a wife showed up to nag him some more. Who gave a damn about some bathhouse?
            “Alright, lovely ladies, it’s bath time!” cheered Kizashi before throwing open the door. Once more, Sakura felt a pang of pity when she laid eyes on the modest bathtub that would usually fit four people – one seated on each side. While Sakura – and to a lesser degree, Mebuki – sulked over the unflattering, rustic, bathhouse with no windows and only a chimney-like vent for the steam, Kizashi marveled at it all. “What a place! All ours for the night! We struck gold!”
            So their daughter would not have to lie through her teeth again for his benefit, Mebuki smiled and patted Kizashi’s shoulder. “It’s wonderful, dear, but let’s try not to have too much fun.”
            Kizashi threw his head back and roared that it’d be impossible not to. Once more, Sakura sulked gloomily and wondered just how much fun could be had in such a small space shared with two other people. Kizashi quickly discarded his robes, and Sakura was thankful that the waist-towel underneath hadn’t come undone. He didn’t hesitate to lunge into the warm water. After submerging completely, his hair slicked back. He stroked it all back and gave the brief impression that if he was not so goofy-looking, he could have made himself an attractive man in his youth. Exhaling, he stretched his arms out along the rim of the tub.
            Just an hour of putting up with her father and his lame puns, Sakura reminded herself when she disrobed with her back to her father, making sure her towel didn’t slip. When she looked down, she crimsoned a little; not like there was much to flash. Her gaze went over to her mother, and sadly, she supposed she would have Mebuki’s figure when she was older. Unless, like her master, the heavens would bless her with glorious mounds that would put Hinata’s and Ino’s to shame.
            Slowly and dignified, both Haruno women slipped into the bath with him, sitting on either side. “Ah, how lucky am I, to have the two most beautiful women in Konoha on either arm?” He tenderly squeezed the arms of his family and relished this moment of family togetherness.
            Sakura merely stared at her toes through the cloudy waters. A sixteen-year-old bathing with her parents; she couldn’t help but think that they considered her the little girl who cried in her mom’s apron when she came home from another teasing at school. She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction at the thought. Being the Hokage’s number one apprentice should’ve accounted for something, especially to her parents.
            Might as well just enjoy it. Tsunade-sama rarely allowed her time to relax like this when she wasn’t on a mission. Closing her eyes, she almost drifted asleep to the soft chatter of Kizashi and Mebuki. The two had been married for so long, yet they never ran out of things to talk about. Sakura risked a smile, believing that her family was probably one of the tightest within Konoha.
            She had lost track of time, but it must’ve been close to an hour when her mom suddenly stirred and stood up. “Well, I should be getting home to get dinner on the table,” she said before her daughter could open her mouth. She gave a tender smile to her family. “Sakura, you should stay. You haven’t had time with your father for a while. And with the way the Fifth works you so hard, you deserve to relax.” She touched her child’s face with her fingertips.
            “That’s right. Relax!” agreed Kizashi. “Your mom never relaxed, and now she’s getting wrinkles! Oof!” He rubbed where Mebuki had just thumped his skull.
            Though she hated being forced into quality time – as she gave her dad an appropriate amount whenever she could – Sakura smiled nonetheless and said she would like that. “It won’t be serious,” Kizashi said, sounding as though he was holding back a fit of laughter. “The jokes I haven’t told her yet will leave her in stitches!” His roar of laughter was a bit much, but Mebuki and Sakura tolerated it as they always had.
            Covering up, Mebuki smiled and said, “Have fun, you two. And try to be home soon. Dinner won’t take too long.” Then she was gone, hurrying down the dirt roads to their home.
            Sakura waved goodbye even after the door closed before dropping her hand back in the water. In the next second, she found her space crowded when her father insistently scooted in to sit right beside her, their sides flush together and his arm wrapped snuggly around her. “Well, Sakura, looks like it’s just you and me! I suppose it would’ve been more fitting if you were a boy, but you are enough like one to be considered my son!”
            “Wh-what?!” Sakura flushed at the teasing. Other than her monstrous strength, she would consider herself rather feminine! What was he talking about?!
            “Well, you haven’t matured like your friend Ino-chan has,” he pointed out, emphasizing his observation with a gesture to the slight swells on Sakura’s chest. As her face rose with enough temperature to have steam whistling from her ears, Kizashi snickered and went on to say that the Hyuga’s eldest daughter was at the top of the ranking.
            Sakura felt that she couldn’t be more embarrassed or appalled at what her father was saying. He seemed to be only in jest, but did he actually take notice of her friends’ bust sizes and make a list?! The thought was too outlandish to believe, but then again, Kizashi was an outlandish kind of guy. It made having company over awkward most of the time, though Ino showed some tolerance to his vaguely perverted jests.
            A line was crossed and sent stomach-quivering chills shooting up her spine and putting her on edge; Kizashi had pinched her robe and pulled on it a little, exposing more of her breast than she was comfortable with, though he wasn’t being some despicable pervert trying to yank away her covering. “This is one cherry blossom that hasn’t bloomed yet, but you’ll get there like your mother.”
            Flushed and angry about her father’s careless comparison of her and Ino, Sakura jerked away impulsively. There was a slip of cloth, and neither of them could prevent the unveiling of Sakura’s right breast. The supple mound came into view and was on display for both to gawk at. Kizashi clammed up, not knowing what to say when he saw his child’s tit exposed; the first one he’d seen since marrying his wife and it not belonging to Mebuki or the page of a porn magazine.
            At once, Sakura made to hide herself, keeping her robe tightly closed and curling up until her chin touched the surface of the water. She felt like a child all over again, fuming with embarrassment and mortification by some simple mishap. Of course, this was considerably more serious than a few schoolyard girls pointing out how large her forehead was. She squeezed her eyes shut and dipped down up to her nose in the water. She couldn’t even think of what to say or do! Maybe she should just bolt outside, make a mad dash for the Yamanaka residence, and ask Inoichi if there was a technique of theirs that could be used to erase memories without the user finding out what it was!
            What was her father thinking now anyway?
            Her green eyes shifted over to him slowly. He was looking down at her, confusion mixing with concern for a moment longer before he threw his head back while roaring with laughter. “Sakura, you don’t have to take such drastic steps to show your old man that you’re all grown up,” he cackled. “You father already knows his little girl isn’t so little anymore.”
            Hadn’t he a sense of tact or decorum?! Here he was, still pressing his daughter’s nerves after an accidental exposure. She exhaled all at once, expelling bubbles around her face before she leapt up, making sure that another wardrobe malfunction would not occur. Dripping wet and pointing a trembling finger at her finally-silent dad, she exclaimed, “That… that was an accident, Dad! I would never…!”
            “Yes, yes, calm down, Sakura,” Kizashi snickered in a soothing and calm tone. He made motions with his hands for her to resume her seat next to him. “Yes, it was just an accident. No need to worry and get wrinkles. You don’t need to start looking like your mother in age instead of beauty, after all.”
            Forcing herself not to comment on his uncouth comment, Sakura huffed and plopped down. For all of his faults and bad-timed jokes, he was still her father, after all. He shouldn’t receive her scorn for an accident that was mostly of her own mistake.
            “How about I show you something you always loved as a little girl?” he said, beaming brightly at her.
            Her curiosity was made. She arched her eyebrow inquisitively. “Something I loved?”
            “Yes! Whenever we took a bath together, he was your special friend!” His hands were moving underwater. Sakura hadn’t any time to recollect or wonder what he was doing, for it had already been done. Her face drained of her rosiness and was left blue and abhorrent when a column of flesh lifted from the water, moving aimlessly with the submerged guidance of his hands. “It’s the water monster!” Kizashi announced his cock’s emergence. His smile was still in place. “Remember? You always loved when he appeared!”
            “Dad!” screamed Sakura, the water splashing around her as she pulled to the other side of the tub. “How could you show me… that?!” Offended, yet she could not look away from it. Slowly, the foreskin was peeling back, and her guts flipped when the puffy head popped out.
            “Hm? But… it’s the water monster.” Genuinely, he had thought that his daughter would have remembered. Not like he did anything with it in front of her; he merely used her child naïveté to create a unique friend for her so that she could enjoy bathing with him. But now! Now that she was older, perhaps he was being a bit foolish.
            Hanging his head, Kizashi slipped his willy back underwater. “I… guess you’re too old for that now.” He briefly remembered the little girl who cheered when the water monster broke the water’s surface and reared up long and strong, his shy head poking out and winking at her.
            “Why would you ever do that?” Sakura griped, turning away while tucking in tight to herself. She did not cast him a glance. “That was…” Gross! Inappropriate! Taboo! “…weird.”
            “Weird?” The jovial and well-meaning father sulked. Normally, he wouldn’t mind such a word, but from his daughter… Surely, he convinced himself, that she didn’t mean it! It was just a stage of puberty for a girl. His frown turned upside down and flashed his teeth underneath his mustache. “Don’t worry, Sakura!” With no sense of boundaries, he crossed the tub, smothered her into his chest with a bear hug, and then plopped down next to her again, an arm wrapped securely around her shoulders.
            The hug aside, Sakura was unsettled. She looked away from her goof of a father. He was so childish, so unwitting at most times; aside from being thrifty, she had always wondered – with no disdain, of course – how he made it work with Mebuki. Love, obviously, made it work, but Mebuki, with her strict and solid rules, seemed like she should go insane from being with such a lunk head. But perhaps, unintentionally, Sakura’s answer had risen up under the name of a water monster.
            She didn’t want to think of it. She didn’t want that image jumbling in her thoughts. Even as a medic, the number of actual penises seen was few. Now her dad’s had joined the list, and in such an inappropriate setting!
            It was a long thing to have risen as high as it did, even if Kizashi had lifted his bottom half higher underwater. But just how gifted was he? Sakura flushed hot red. How gifted was the man who satisfied the prudish Mebuki?
            Just one pass of her hand, she mentally told herself. An accident, just to confirm… She had to be discrete, because what if he didn’t have an erection? Worse yet, what if he did? How would she react? A part of her guessed that she would hastily excuse herself, leave the Kappa bathhouse, and try to pretend this night never happened. Not like it was anything serious, just a brief exposure. If he had an erection, though, their relationship might become awkward, but she needed to know. She cleared her throat, as to seem casual as her hand slowly drifted through the water toward her dad’s crotch.
            Just one… touch…
            “Whoa there!”
            Sakura gasped when her wrist was suddenly seized, keeping her from confirming her worries. So easily, she had been found out; she should’ve remembered that her father was once a reputable ninja back in his day. She looked frantically up at him and saw the rare look of seriousness. It was a face he made usually when something dire was about to happen.
            “Are you curious?” he asked abruptly, his stern exterior lightening a little. He then chuckled a bit at his daughter’s reddening and perplexed face. “Well, I guess a girl at your age would start wondering about the differences between boys and girls. Now that you know it’s not a water monster, after all.”
            Sakura’s expression faltered. Did he really think she – as a high-rank medical ninja – didn’t know about the differences? She probably knew even more than him. And as for being interested in boys, her father must’ve not heard her harping about the wonderful Uchiha in her class during her time in the academy.
            “Well, you’re just at that age. I figure we’ve never sat down to have that talk, have we?” He nodded, as though this matter should escalate to educate his offspring, who honestly hoped that he was not being serious. His smile spread, and he said much to Sakura’s shock, “A firsthand demonstration might be easiest to understand.”
            “Wait! What?!” Sakura blurted out, red in the face and heart hammering in her chest. Kizashi was a man who was not shy, which was why it seemed so easy for him to hoist himself out of the water. And though she was mortified, Sakura’s green eyes immediately went to the juncture of her dad’s legs, confirming that the towel had already been removed.
            Yep, there it was; the proof. Sakura vaguely felt a twinge of guilt for accusing her father of such deplorable thoughts when the muscle between his legs hung limply. Upon inspecting his groin, Sakura had to wonder if her father styled the pubic hair or if it actually grew in the blossom design of his head. She pursed her lips, unsure of what to say, particularly when Kizashi separated his knees further for the benefit of his daughter’s view; she wished he hadn’t, but her attention wouldn’t be diverted easily from his cock.
            She didn’t quite know what emotions were swirling in the pit of her stomach, and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know. Clearing her throat, she turned away from her dad. “How could you show that to your daughter?” she blubbered angrily. It had been a while since she had been exposed to the male anatomy – since Naruto had been training so much recently – and Kizashi was exceptionally endowed. She wasn’t too subtle when she took another peek at it, but that one glance was enough to confirm that – when hard – he would assumedly exceed Naruto’s length.
            “It’s a father’s duty to explain these sorts of things to his children,” Kizashi firmly stated. “You can’t leave the ‘birds and bees’ to the birds and bees.” Hardly the time to be joking around, but he laughed at his poor joke anyway. It was astounding that he didn’t care that his sex was exposed, though he soon got a hand on things, literally. “See, Sakura? It’s not hard.” He pumped himself fully, grinning when Sakura looked again; this time she allowed her gaze to linger.
            “I can see that,” mumbled Sakura, still finding it weird to observe her father’s cock; she wouldn’t say she was grossed out, for if she was, she wouldn’t have tolerated this exposure and would’ve left. The clenching of her stomach was initially believed to be the feeling before throwing up, but it became more of a fluttering feeling, like when she had seen Naruto naked for the first time and held his hard cock in her hand. She put a hand on her face, groaning her mortification when another stroke was given and coaxed the penis to thump slightly. Oh god, he was getting hard! Sakura felt her stomach convulse again, but still could not bring herself to look away. “Haven’t you left it out long enough? What are you doing?” She watched intently as the shaft slowly began to lift with the slow movement of her father’s fist.
            Kizashi made a soft grunt behind his closed, smiling mouth. His child seemed uptight and a little disturbed, but for her not to have squealed and hidden her eyes were a sign that she was willing to learn. “I’m stimulating my penis,” he told her far too casually for her tastes. “It’s how it gets hard for intercourse.”
            It should be considered an insult to be given this lecture after having already been given it by Tsunade years before. Still, Sakura was interested to watch the erection form; Naruto was always rigid and ready whenever his pants came off, so she never had the chance to actually observe the formation of a hard-on. “I know that, Dad,” she grumbled.
            Because she was so on edge, feelings of mortification and interest conflicting, it was quite a surprise when her wrist was taken to lead her hand away from her robe. She tensed and put up a weak resistance when her father led her fingers to his groin. “What are you doing now?” she asked, though it was only obvious as to the destination. He was still in mid-arch on the rise to a full arousal, so he was still partially soft.
            “I think you should feel it,” he suggested. “You seem interested; I just thought you wanted to touch it.”
            “I didn’t,” Sakura immediately rebuked, her eyes dangerous as she shot a glare up at Kizashi which immediately softened a little when turning back to the cock. Well, maybe a little… “I don’t think Mom would like you doing this,” she grumbled before curling her fingers around the shaft. The hand around her wrist drifted away to help Kizashi balance himself on the edge of the tub. After he made a soft groan, Sakura tightened her hand carefully, noticing how spongy it was, though the rapidly flowing blood continued to solidify it.
            “Don’t use that monstrous strength of yours now, Sakura,” Kizashi chortled as she scooted nearer to have easier mobility with her arm. “You wouldn’t want to ruin your chances of having a baby sibling.” While he laughed at the joke, Sakura was taking things more seriously as she slowly began to pump him. Was she going to continue this until her potential ‘baby siblings’ splattered into the water? She’d cross that bridge when they came to it, but for now, she was concentrating on the stiffening of her father’s staff. Unlike Naruto, she realized that her dad still had his foreskin that slowly peeled back around his swelling helmet. It was seemed like no time, Sakura found herself handling Kizashi’s full erection, and as she had estimated, he was a little bit larger than Naruto. She could feel his heartbeat with each throb of his erection.
            “You have a magic touch,” Kizashi murmured. He shifted a little, thrusting subtly through the snug hollow of Sakura’s fist. It was as if he was pushing himself towards her face. “Are you surprised?”
            By the size, yes, she wanted to say as she marveled at his eight inches. Was this why her mom put up with him? Sakura shivered and tried to shake the thought of her mom in her current position, admiring her husband’s impressive length. Sakura sulked a little, too embarrassed to look her father in the eye when she shyly admitted, “It’s big…”
            “Well, I suppose it is.” He was surprisingly humble. “Don’t let that scare you, though. It’s just an erection.”
            “I know what it is,” Sakura finally blurted out, now looking fully at her dad, and then his cock. The tip had beaded a tear of pre-cum; he may not have started out aroused, but he certainly rose to excitement rather quickly. She gulped as she sized him up. He fit neatly in her fist, so when she experimentally squeezed, it gave him a jolt of pleasure. “It got hard really fast,” she mused like a nurse contemplating a patient.
            “Heh, you must have your mother’s hands. She knows how to get the blood flowing,” Kizashi said, his blue eyes turning upward in recollection of his wonderful wife and their younger years. Lately, she hadn’t the spark of adventure that she had when they were a younger couple who was willing to experiment. Sex was still plentiful and passionate, but not exploratory. The memory of such sexy times with her caused his cock to jump eagerly in his daughter’s hand, which momentarily surprised her with a spillage of pre-cum. The transparent liquid oozed down to her hand. “Sorry,” chuckled Kizashi, rubbing the back of his head. “I just thought of your mother.”
            Sakura wasn’t sure how she should take that. Did that mean she reminded Kizashi of Mebuki, or that he would’ve preferred Mebuki handling him at this moment? It was odd – if not downright taboo – that Sakura felt a twinge of annoyance, as if she was in contest with her mother.
            “Ah~, that feels nice,” Kizashi exhaled pleasantly. “I may have to hurry your mother to bed when we get home. She’ll need to take care of this for me.”
            Sakura’s grip tightened noticeably, almost as if she was ready to crush it. That fiery aura she was known to have when agitated or determined seemed to flare about her as she stared up at him. She was a bit nervous, but it was evident that she had her mind set on something. “You don’t have to. I know what to do,” she told him.
            Kizashi gave a confused look. “Oh?” He honestly did not believe that Sakura knew what was to be done about a man’s arousal, and hadn’t expected it when his daughter moved in and glided her tongue swiftly over the head of his cock. His testicles clenched from the fleeting contact, and she was quick to reunite her oral muscle with his phallus this time for a lingering connection. She flattened her tongue on the tip, dabbing away the traces of pre-cum. The taste of him flowed over her tongue, and she had to cringe once more when she contemplated that she was licking her father’s cock.
            After her tongue swirled about his blunt tip, Kizashi exhaled sharply when Sakura took him into her mouth. It was hardly an inch inside, but she deemed that that was enough to work with, knowing that the head was most sensitive. “Mmm, perhaps you do know what you’re doing,” Kizashi observed as his only daughter carefully tended to the head of his prick. “You certainly didn’t learn this from your mother, did you?”
            “No,” Sakura immediately rebuked after taking her mouth from his cock. “Don’t say such weird things!” She knew the irony of complaining about weirdness while jerking and licking her dad’s dick, but she didn’t have to think of stranger things. She closed her eyes and took him back into her mouth, moaning softly as she slid further than before. Gradually, she filled her mouth with him, her tongue undulating underneath the shaft.
            Kizashi winced, hissing as he watched her pink head moved down on him. “You can almost take as much as your mother,” he gasped out when she forced herself to take almost half of him in.
            Sakura was reaching her limit as suppressing her gag-reflex, yet her mother would’ve been able to take it in further?! She may not have acted like it, but Mebuki must’ve been better trained in the sack than what other might’ve guessed. The warmth in Sakura’s abdomen spread south, her muscles tensing when she finally recognized the heat of arousal that she had originally thought was disgust. It was her dad’s cock; the mingling of sex and taboo was a powerful concoction that was quick to intoxicate. Before she could mentally prepare herself, she impulsively surged forward to force another inch of her father’s long penis in her mouth; the tip now invaded her throat, which was uncomfortable, but manageable.
            Shocked by her sudden zeal, Kizashi gawked at the teenager struggling to keep him embedded in her mouth. “Amazing, Sakura. You may have the talent of your mother after all,” he said.
            It was better to be praised than teased at this moment, but Sakura could hardly pay attention, not when her mouth was crammed and her body was becoming ultra-sensitive. Beneath her soaked robe, her nipples had tightened and chaffed against the cotton. They yearned to be played with, not settle for mild friction against cloth. With a frustrated grunt, Sakura allowed Kizashi a moment to collect himself when she drew back completely. Rather than try to calm himself, the jovial parent gripped himself and began to pump slowly to keep the pleasure flowing; he seemed to be in contemplation, as if holding back on the desire to stroke himself to completion now that he was so worked up. Sakura just kept her mouth shut and eyes down. Rather shyly, she shrugged off her robe, hesitant to let her dad’s gaze fall upon her chest again as she covered her taut nipples with her arm.
            “I thought you were going to throw in the towel,” Kizashi started humorously, “but I see that, instead, you’re just throwing in the robe!” Would he rather laugh while dissuading a girl from giving him a blowjob?
            “It… it was just uncomfortable,” Sakura told him hastily, still keeping an arm across her budding bosom as she moved to resume her work. Kizashi helped her by quickly moving her hand to the base of his prick, instructing her to pump him while her mouth tended to the end. It was a technique that she was familiar with and got the job done on those nights when she wasn’t in the mood to be thoroughly fucked into Naruto’s ramen-scented bed.
            What would that blonde doofus say if he saw Sakura in such a position? He’d probably faint, Sakura considered while running her tongue along either side of Kizashi’s shaft before welcoming him back into her eager orifice. The hand gripping him would move often from the shaft to his testicles, where she thoroughly massaged them to give her father a demonstration of just how well she was capable of pleasing a man.
            She did not ignore her own body’s needs, though. Discretely – mostly to avoid any observant teasing – her fingers had begun to pluck at her nipple. The sensitive, pink nub tingled with each caress, though the opposite one was left yearning. However, what she wanted to attend to most of all was her groin. The water of the hot tub did not aid in soothing its longing for attention, but she was a disciple of Tsunade-sama’s, and she could resist the urge until she felt it was the right time.
            Father dearest began to lock up suddenly, his elbows locking in place and his knees rising. Was he about to…? Sakura knew all too well the signs of a male’s release and hastily retreated her mouth to the crown, suckling harshly and readying her throat for the oncoming rush. Oh god… Dad’s cum… She fretted, but at the same time, welcomed what was to come pouring into her mouth.
            Too bad Kizashi had other plans as he tore himself from his daughter’s willing mouth. She looked up at him quizzically, wondering why he would stop something that she was ready and able to receive and swallow. She grimaced. He wasn’t the type to go for facials, was he? She imagined her dad cheering as his cock spat ribbons of cum across her face and ultimately decided that it would not be a turn-on.
            “Whew, you caught your old man by surprise,” he admitted while brushing an arm across his brow to rid it of sweat. His cock throbbed painfully, but it could be ignored for the moment. He had gone with ‘blue balls’ before, and he wasn’t planning on staggering home with them. “I hadn’t expected you to be that good. Maybe I just don’t have the stamina I once had.”
            “B… but why?” Sakura managed.
            Kizashi folded his arms and gave his broad smile. “What kind of father would I be if I ignored my only daughter’s own plight? If you want me to acknowledge you as a mature woman, you’ll have to receive like a mature woman.”
            “What does that…? Yah~!” Her exclamation was a bit uncalled for, but it was sudden for Kizashi to take her by the waist and exchange positioning with her. He now knelt in the water while she was seated atop the edge of the bath, trying desperately not to let anything show. “D-Dad!” She pressed her arm closer to her breast and securely crossed her legs to hide her crotch.
            “No need to be shy now. I can see eagerness plastered on your face.” Kizashi pointed to her cheeks, which only made her more defensive. But rather than continuing to mock her apprehension, he took the arm that concealed her chest and pried it away; she did not put up resistance. Try as she may to maintain morals, she wanted to be satisfied, and her father was obviously more than willing to oblige. Now with both of her hands handling her balance, Kizashi could stare in rapture at her naked chest. “Hmm, perhaps I was wrong. You’re more woman than I gave you credit for,” he declared, quick to cup both of his daughter’s b-cup breasts in his palms. He fondled them delicately, petting the pink peaks with the pads of his thumbs. He bounced them, squeezed them, and pinched them before he met them with his mouth.
            Sakura hissed when he captured her left breast first. His mustache could barely be felt prickling against the suppleness of her tit as he nursed on her. He hummed a little as he did so, ending his oral exploration by pulling the nipple along with his latching lips until it popped free. There wasn’t a moment of slacking when he sought the other breast, just as hungrily suckling on it.
            The wood threatened to splinter as Sakura’s chakra flow began to fluctuate with this change of sensations. She grit her teeth and did her best to bite back every whine, whimper, and moan that tried to escape her, but it was becoming a losing battle. Her dad’s tongue lashed and worked wonders on her aching nipples, covering them with saliva that acted like a soothing ointment. Of course, this only roused the heat of her loins further. Father or not, she hoped Kizashi would not take long before diving to her pussy and offering her more thorough treatment.
            “You’re shaking, Sakura. Is this bathhouse becoming too cold compared to your own heat?” He guffawed, but knew exactly what needed to be done. The moment his fingertips barely gazed her thighs, Sakura’s heart leapt excitedly and she couldn’t have been quicker to spread herself for him. It was only fair, she decided to tell herself; after she had worked her mouth so fervently on him, he should return the favor. She would surely come to condemn these thoughts and actions in the morning – if not in an hour – but that was neither here nor now.
            Kizashi’s eyes rested on his girl’s flowering vagina. A perfect patch of pink pubes crowned the petals of her sex, and he could not help admiring it. He brushed his fingers through the cut-short curls before his thumb moved down to pull one side of her nether lips. Such memories; he had forgotten how beautiful young vaginas were, and his darling daughter’s was the picture of perfection. No witty or corny remarks were given when he scooted in. Sakura’s breath stilled as her knees were pushed further apart so that Kizashi may have better access.
            “Ah…” Sakura quivered when her burning crotch felt the relieving swath of a tongue pass over her nether lips. Once again, she was blessed with the sensation, though this time, Kizashi paused to lick her clitoris as well. The muscles of her thighs tightened, but she made sure that she didn’t accidently clamp them onto her father’s head; with her unbound strength, it wouldn’t be a hard accident to crush his skull.
            As if aware of the danger he was in while between Sakura’s thighs, Kizashi set his hands on either one to help keep them apart as he continued feasting on her. His tongue tested out a variety of patterns to please her, and he rarely was rewarded with anything less than a delighted/embarrassed squeal. Her taste spread throughout his mouth, the abundance of juices proof enough that he hadn’t lost his touch; oral sex had waned in recent years for him and Mebuki, at least for her part – voluntarily, of course.
            After some time, as if his tongue was not enough to have Sakura wheezing and stumbling quickly to her release, his forefinger brushed against her entrance after his tongue made its latest pass. She tensed more than before, hands lashing out to grip her father’s head when his finger invaded her pussy. He pushed in deep before rotating his hand. Despite his goofiness, he was adept at pleasuring a woman and almost immediately discovered his little girl’s G-spot. He pressed and massaged the small but significant region to have Sakura quaking even more violently than before. Luckily, rather than her legs reacting to the pleasure, the urge to contact was contained to her hands; the wood she held onto suffered several splinters, but it was hardly noticeable.
            Kizashi took a brief pause; apparently, it was too difficult to go on without a ridiculous comment of his. “You may be my little girl, Sakura, but you’ve truly blossomed into a fine woman,” he said with a small chortle. She put up with the comment only because she wanted him to hurry and finish her off. She was lingering too close, and if it came to it, her fingers would finish what her dad was stalling off on.
            He did not bow his head again to her snatch, but she found herself not disappointed. Her breath hitched when he raised out of the water, his cock still proudly standing before him. She whimpered when her legs were hooked in the crook of Kizashi’s elbows, which helped him keep her spread wide while keeping the path clear to her pussy.
            “Dad, are you going to…?” She closed her lips, too embarrassed to ask the obvious. In reply, she got a merry chuckle followed by him asking if she had any objections. When she didn’t answer straight away, he set on his steady course, adjusting his hips and height until he was level with her vagina. She reached out to help him touch her entrance, but when she came up short, he had to ask if she was alright. “Yes,” she murmured, still eyeing the cock. She then accepted it into her grasp. “I’ve just… never been with one so big.”
            Kizashi snickered, recalling how Mebuki had said something similar during their first night together. He watched her face, though he could feel her moving his head against her slick folds to prepare him for entrance. “Well, daughters should be able to look up to their fathers. But don’t worry. I’ll go slow.”
            With that comforting promise given, Sakura nodded and led her father to her channel. Kizashi kept to his word and pushed slowly, groaning when he realized just how tight she was. It must’ve been a while for her as it had been a while for him. Slowly and carefully, father merged with daughter. He pumped himself steadily, gently rocking her body with him to wedge deeper into her without causing her any pain. She grunted and gasped as she spread around his length. Her juices helped, but when Kizashi’s prick began to creep further than the only other cock that had been embedded into her, it was a bit more difficult. Either losing patience or unable to control himself, Kizashi made a subtle stab in an attempt to drive his cock past this resistance.
            “Uhn! No!” Sakura grasped her father’s biceps, her nails digging into his skin. At least she wasn’t about to leave questionable scratches on his back, he thought thankfully while enduring the pain. Close to bottoming out, he drew back over halfway, took a moment, and then rushed back into Sakura, burying himself as far as he could without hurting his daughter. “Kyahh~! Dad, not so hard!” she pleaded after the head of his hard shaft pounded against her cervix.
            “Sorry. Guess your old man just got a little impatient.” Kizashi planted his feet in place and told Sakura to be ready. She nodded, panting desperately while staring down at where her dad was inserted into her. His hips drew back before charging back against her with less for than before, though she still couldn’t help weeping when he crashed against the doors of her womb. He gave a few more attempts to set a force that his daughter could handle before he finally was able to start moving in tempo.
            Sakura whimpered and moaned as she was filled repeatedly. After the initial collisions, she started to feel that the impact to her cervix – less powerful than before – was much more tolerable. Her vaginal muscles clamped around the large erection, beseeching its return every time it drew out.
            Without realizing it, Sakura’s hands had latched onto Kizashi’s shoulders for leverage while his own pair was now supporting her ass since she was lifted into the air. The swinging motion of her body helped him fuck her. Sometimes, he did reach too deep in her and caused her some discomfort, but that was always quickly forgotten when he corrected his momentum, mentioning how he didn’t want to hurt his little girl.
            “Sakura is squeezing me so hard,” he grunted out. “You haven’t hugged me this tight since you were younger.”
            “Stop it!” his daughter whined. “Just keep going!”
            Kizashi wouldn’t argue, but he did wait before continuing to pound into her. Rather than keep her suspended in the air, relying on the stamina of his arms, he set her down to be kneeling at the edge of the tub, facing the door while her father got into position to spear her again. She felt his fingers brush her folds to help ready her again, and then the desirable blunt tip returned and eased into her once again. She bit her lip to keep from wailing, but it was hard not to cry out now that her dad’s hands were free to move and quickly sought both a breast and her clit.
            He kept his first thrusts short and steady to test her out, and then he began to buck more passionately again. His hands continued to roam her body, from her bouncing breasts to her groin and finally her ass. He spread the cheeks, despite his daughter’s frantic protests, and smirked wickedly at the hole that resided in the crevice. “I wonder, has my little girl explored back here before?” His thumb pressed to indicate what he meant. At once, Sakura grasped his wrist and threw it away.
            Her head shook frantically. She was amidst the haze of an orgasm, but was still conscious enough to know what she didn’t want. Sweat mingled with the droplets of water that still clung to her body. She was at her end, and Kizashi could feel it. Unable to form words, she could only communicate her orgasm with a high-pitched squeal. Muscles contracted and undulated around Kizashi’s thrusting member, and he was reluctant to draw back even a little. Her juices gushed around him and stained his blossom-patterned pubic hair.
            It was probably that feeling of tightness and unity that brought Kizashi to a final conclusion. In the heat of the moment, he reached out and clamped a hand onto her shoulder to keep her from pulling away as the weakness of after-sex sapped her strength. She wasn’t quite sure what he had planned until his other hand clamped on her waist and his throbbing cock pressed soundly against her cervix. Kizashi groaned deeply, barely managing to say, “I hope you’ve wanted a sibling, Sakura. Gah…” He let down his restraints.
            “Wait,” Sakura stammered, trying to pull away as her dad bumped into her subtly to help the rush. “Dad, stop!” It was too late, though, and she felt the first burning jet gush into her. Just that was enough to alert her to the quantity that her dad had been storing up. She clenched and accepted the second burst.
            Just then… “Sakura! Kizashi!” The door slid open, and in walked a smiling Mebuki. Before the scene could set in, she announced, “Dinner’s been ready for…” She froze in place when the positioning of her family was registered. Sakura reflected her horror, but she also could not restrain the small gasps as her uterus continued to be flooded by her stupefied father. Strangely though, the bursts seemed to strengthen; it must’ve been from the sudden rush of fear. When the rush of sperm subsided, Sakura looked back at Kizashi. There was a blank expression on his face, and those spurts of semen must’ve been the only activity going on within him. Whimpering since he hadn’t the mind to extract himself, she carefully pulled herself forward until his flagging cock slipped from her folds. Oh, what was to be done in this awkward situation? She couldn’t even look at her mother, but she could guess that Mebuki had yet to change in her expression. Walking in on her husband fucking and ejaculating within their daughter was a traumatizing sight.
            Then there was movement. Mebuki pivoted. Without a word, without a gesture, she exited. Both father and daughter were left to contemplate what waited for them when they returned home. Sakura groaned, feeling sick to her stomach, and not because there were millions of her dad’s sperm swimming around with the intent to impregnate her with her child/sibling.
            Unexpectedly, Kizashi laughed and clapped a hand on Sakura’s shoulder. How could he be laughing? “I think we should lie low for the night,” he suggested. “Your mother will be easier to talk to in the morning.”
            Sakura peeked up at him. Somehow, she doubted his theory.
~~~
            Haruno Mebuki strode briskly home. Her mind was blank, a response to hopefully erasing the terrible sight she had stumbled upon. The timing couldn’t have been worse; too earlier to be none the wiser and live in blissful ignorance, too late to stop Kizashi from spilling into their precious daughter.
            Suddenly, someone caught Mebuki’s eye, and she felt better, or at least would feel better. “Hello, Naruto-kun,” she greeted the boy walking ahead of her with a new stock of cup-o-ramen.
            He shifted, took a glance at the woman, and then smile. “Oi, you’re Sakura-chan’s mom, huh?” He had rarely seen her, but he at least knew that she was related to his beloved Sakura.
            Mebuki leaned near him and smiled warmly; it was almost off-putting to the lad wanting to return home to down some ramen. “It looks like you haven’t eaten,” she observed, eyeing the bags of foodstuffs. “I’ve just made supper, and I don’t think Sakura or my husband will be home tonight. Would you care to join me?”
            An odd request, but Naruto smile nonetheless, his eyes glistening excitedly. A home-cooked meal? And by Sakura’s mother no less! That was almost like Sakura was the one to cook for him. “Yeah!” he responded with an eager nod. Ramen could wait as a midnight snack.
            Smiling, Mebuki led Naruto to her empty home. “I think you’ll like what I’ve prepared.”
~~~
I don't know why, but I always imagine Mebuki contorting into some witch-like monster as she leads Naruto house... But the next chapter will not have such goofiness, rest assured
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