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My Best Friend's Daughter	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 38100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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And here comes the second chapter to what I think is an interesting story. Enjoy!
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In her defense, she’d really had nothing in her repertoire to stop the unrelenting assault of her Uncle.

His hot breath, smelling of alcohol and musk; his warm body, smothering her, pushing her down and dominating her. His hands roaming across her frame, to caress every inch of her. And of course, his hard cock--first teasing her with a glimpse of his sheer size, and then making her whinny with pleasure as he eased it inside of her.

There was just something about it: something intoxicating, something so wrong and yet so hot at the same time.

Maybe it was the fact that he was so much older than her, Sasuke easily double her age. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t been shy about what he wanted from her--he had tossed her onto the bed, hiked up her dress, and made her feel so good while doing the filthiest things imaginable to her body. Maybe it was the fact that he was her father’s best friend, the man who she had been instructed to call ‘Uncle’ despite the fact that she had hardly ever seen him.

She had only recognized him because of that rinnegan eye of his. All she’d wanted to do was help him by letting him sober up without the public humiliation of facing her family or hers--and this was how her kindness had ended up, with her lying on her back, Sasuke snoring at her side and a messy creampie drooling from her folds.

Himawari rolled onto her side; in the dim light of the hotel room, illuminated only by the moon’s rays, she could just make out Sasuke. The nape of his neck, the gleam of his black hair, his porcelain skin--her eyes drifted lower, lower; she felt prickled with curiosity, and her face grew red. Himawari reached a hand over, to lift up the sheets and catch a frightening glimpse of his ‘thing’ before she allowed them to fall again.

She took a few shuddering breaths.

In a way, she felt dirty, defiled, used and abused, taken by her Uncle and left to deal with the aftermath as he slept comfortably.

Yet, there was another side of her that felt so damned good: she felt sexy, hot, the kind of nineteen year old that was both pretty and good looking enough to make one of the hottest looking men in Konoha lose all inhibition and fuck the shit out of them. Flattered, appeased, sated--a vindication of all those years where the boys had avoided her because she was ‘the Hokage’s daughter’, a stigma that had persisted all the way through her teen years, and even until now.

She’d never had a boyfriend before; she had never even kissed a man before. And in one night, she’d lost her virginity to a man she never would have expected… and truthfully, it was one of the best nights of her life. He had made her cum not just once, but twice with virtual ease; she definitely remembered a few of her female friends having to deal with the fact that their boyfriends couldn’t get them to orgasm even once, over multiple sex sessions.

That was their first time, her first time, yet she felt as if it couldn’t be topped by anything. Something occurred to Himawari however, something that made her shudder in fear: Sasuke had been pretty out of it when he had made love to her. What if… what if they did it again, and he wasn’t? What if he put every ounce of effort into pleasuring her? It hit her with a jolt, because yes, she realized, he would easily be able to top that night if he so chose.

She shivered. It was a miracle that she was still awake, with such fatigue racking her body; the aftermath of her two massive orgasms had left her drained--even if she wanted to get up and run as fast as she could, Himawari doubted she would be able to move more than a few feet,

So, she didn’t do anything: she simply waited. Himawari closed her eyes; she found herself scooting up next to Sasuke, snuggling with him even, and though she knew it was wrong she couldn’t stop herself. He was so warm, he felt so safe and secure, and it wasn’t like she was hurting anyone by snuggling next to her new lover, was she?

Lover.

Such a lovely sounding word, Himawari thought.

It wasn’t long before sleep finally claimed her for the night. The next time she opened her eyes, it was day, the brightest day she had ever seen. Not to mention the fact that she felt Sasuke stirring beside her.

She waited, breath hitched, to see what he would do.

The thing she expected least happened: he wrapped an arm around her thin waist, pulled her closer, and planted a kiss on her cheek. She was surprised, and she jolted--though the kiss itself wasn’t that bad.

Maybe it was that irregular jolt that truly woke him up, because Himawari watched as those mismatched eyes of his popped open. It took a moment for him to realize who he had slept with, but when he did, the realization was obvious.

“H-hi, Uncle,” Himawari said.

He blinked.

“Oh fuck,” Sasuke murmured.

He blinked once more.

“Oh fuck!”

She frowned as he pulled away from her, to push himself off of the bed--his obvious lack of pants suddenly became aware to him, and Himawari couldn’t help the fact that her gaze jumped straight to his thing.

“Oh no,” Sasuke said, as he ran his hands through his hair. “Did I- did we- oh my fucking…” He fell silent, and stared at her, as if expecting her to suddenly grin and say that it was a joke.

Himawari had a flare for the dramatic--perhaps it stemmed from her father.

So instead of a simple ‘No, it wasn’t a dream’ or something like that, she did something a little more decisive. She threw the covers off; she hiked up her dress, and she gently spread open her red and sore folds to reveal to him the gooey quagmire that lay in wait.

Now, Sasuke had seen a lot of creampies in his time--he had a kid for fucks sake, so he had given a lot of them as well. Sakura was quite proud about brandishing the often massive loads that he dumped into her, and often she would walk around with it drooling down her leg (when Sarada wasn’t home, of course) as some sort of trophy.

But this wasn’t Sakura. This was Himawari, and Sasuke couldn’t help but realize that the sight of his seed leaking from her pristine, innocent pussy was ten times more arousing than the same sight when he did it to his wife.

Even dried, sticky and diluted with her juices, Sasuke could recognize one of his famous creampies. And he could put two and two together and realize that he had dumped it into his best friend’s daughter.

He felt his breathing quicken.

But worse, he felt his cock harden as well.

“I- how much did I drink last night?” Sasuke whispered. “I don’t let things get out of hand like this, I don’t.”

Himawari, to Sasuke’s relief, allowed her dress to fall back down. “I can tell you what happened,” she said quietly.

Sasuke looked at her.

“Tell me,” he said.

Her voice was quiet as she explained how she had found him, wandering around the streets. He hadn’t been drunk, but more than tispy for his memory to be blurry and his head to pound the next day. Sasuke pursed his lips together as she explained why she had taken him to the hotel room--to avoid any embarrassment for him--and he frowned as she talked about how he had swooped her up, tossed her onto the bed and leapt on her.

Sasuke stopped her before she got into any explicit detail about what else had happened. “I see,” Sasuke murmured, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and pointer finger. “Well, I suppose there’s nothing else to it then.”

Himawari blinked. “What is there to it?” she asked.

“We’ll have to never speak of this,” Sasuke said, “and hope that nobody remembers us coming into this room together. We need to take showers, get dressed, and we need to do it fast.” He glanced at the clock--and cursed.

“What is it now?” Himawari said.

“We don’t have time!” Sasuke hissed. “My plan isn’t going to work if I drag you home in the afternoon--it has to be the morning or else Hinata and Naruto will poke holes in it.”

Himawari eased herself off of the bed. “I guess we’ll have to shower together then,” she said, and before he could react she had already begun to slip out of that dress of hers--he got a sight of the upper half of her bosom before he managed to turn.

“We-” He sighed. “I guess… that’s the fastest way to do it.” Sasuke yanked off the rest of his clothes as well: his socks, shirt and such. He normally would have put up a bit more of an argument, but-

There that was that small part of him that wanted to see her naked; not shrouded by darkness, not hidden underneath that dress, but completely bare before him.

He padded to the bathroom, stark naked. There was a swish of cloth behind him--then her soft footsteps; she was right behind him, and he didn’t dare to look behind him as he bent over and turned the shower on.

Why did it feel like she was staring at his ass?

He chanced a glance back, and she looked away, face red.

Sasuke yanked back the screen door all the way, and a burst of steam caught him. He recoiled a tad--but recovered, and without hesitation stepped into the shower; the water was scalding hot for a moment, but soon it cooled to a warm temperature that reminded him of summer rain.

Himawari tiptoed into the shower, and Sasuke closed his eyes--despite the fact that he knew he’d have to open them again.

Her thin fingers clasped the handle of the screen door to the shower, and she gently closed it with a thunk.

Himawari’s breathing was surprisingly steady. “Ouch,” she said lightheartedly, as she poked her moist folds with a finger. “I’m still kind of sore down there, Uncle..”

He swallowed. “That’s- that’s only natural,” Sasuke said, mouth still rather dry. “I imagine I didn’t show much… restraint last night.”

She giggled. “You could say that again,” she said, tucking a strand of wet indigo hair behind her ear. “How about we actually get clean instead of talking?”

“... sure.”

“Hand me the soap?”

He did exactly that--and unfortunately, he had to open his eyes to do so. As he handed her the soap, Sasuke watched as she went to work; it wasn’t graceful, it wasn’t elegant, but he’d be damned if it wasn’t sexy in its own way. She had literally scrub the creampie from her folds, for her he dumped it inside of her so deeply and totally that it likely could have leaked out of her for several days. His seed fell to the floor of the tub with wet plops, and there was a strained look on Himawari’s features.

It took a whole five minutes for her to finish, and when she did her pussy looked sparkling once again--pink, maybe a little red from her scrubbing, fresh and innocent. Untouched by all but a single man… him, and that thought in particular wouldn’t leave his head.

“Are you okay, Uncle?” she asked.

Her gaze wasn’t looking at him--but rather…

“F-fuck,” Sasuke growled.

She wrapped one of those tiny hands around his enormous member; he was half hard, but the feel of her smooth fingers remedied that condition to full hardness within seconds.

“It’s so big, Uncle,” Himawari whispered. “I didn’t know a man could be so huge down here.” She let out a strange little giggle. “I can hardly believe you managed to fit this thing inside of me.”

It was true; to compare his gargantuan cock to her small, almost miniscule snatch seemed ludicrous. Yet, Himawari was more than aware that he could shove that thing in there if he so pleased, and Sasuke had watched her scrub away the proof of that less than a minute ago.

“Himawari, you…” He drifted off. “You need to stop.”

“Why?” Himawari asked, and she seemed genuinely confused about it. “I like doing it--I like feeling you in my hands, Uncle; is that so bad?”

“I’m married,” Sasuke said, and he groaned as she gave him another stroke, languid yet so fulfilling in so many ways. “I have a child, I have- you… you’re Naruto’s daughter, I couldn’t-”

“But you already have,” she said quietly.

Sasuke paused. “I have,” he said solemnly. “And…”

The words were on his lips. ‘I regret it.’ That was all he had to say, but he could not bring himself to say those three simple words.

Because he didn’t regret it.

Because he didn’t regret finally letting his inhibitions go; he didn’t regret taking his best friend’s daughter, shoving his monster cock into her and making her feel things she never had before.

Because he didn’t regret the fact that he’d had one of his best nights in years, and he didn’t regret the fact that he more than just a little attracted to Himawari.

She let go of his cock, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Himawari placed a hand on his chin, and tilted his head downward. She had to stand up on her tiptoes to reach him, but reach him she did--and with all the passion in her fiery little frame, she kissed him.

It was clumsy, but she was inexperienced so that was to be expected. He could taste her, smell her, feel her, hear her. That jasmine scent filled his nose--that intoxicating taste overwhelmed his mouth. Instinctively, he wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her close.

She was so small compared to him, nearly a foot shorter, and it was with ease that Sasuke hefted her up--dainty little feet hanging on either side of him. He pressed her up against the screen door, buttocks making an imprint against the glass, and this time it was his turn to assault her.

His experience was evident, his power overwhelming--he forced his tongue into her mouth, and he made her enjoy it. She was so responsive, hands wrapped around his broad torso, and it only took her a few moments of scrambling to realize that she could wrap her legs around his waist as well.

He was so tempted to take her there and then.

But thankfully for the both of them, Sasuke’s reason won out. He pulled back, and set her down--she wobbled slightly on her feet, knees knocking together like jelly, but she managed to stay upright.

“U-Uncle?” she asked, lips red, face in the same state--her nipples were perky and erect, and a thin trail of her juices trickled down her leg, to fall to the tub floor and be swept away by the running water.

“Sasuke,” he said. “Call me Sasuke.”

Himawari swallowed. “Okay,” she said.

“We need to finish getting cleaned.”

And they did; it was silent as they cleaned, alternating between using the soap and such, the shampoo and conditioner, but they managed. There was a tension in the air, along with the ever pungent smell of Himawari’s arousal… not to mention the fact that he accidentally brushed her with his still-hard cock once or twice.

Finally, they stepped out of the shower.

The hotel had two complimentary towels thankfully, so they wrapped themselves in them. Himawari was still drying her hair as they stepped back into the hotel room proper, to take inventory of their clothes, a good deal of which had been flung around the room in their escapade the previous night.

Around the time Sasuke had located his pants, and begun to pull them on, Himawari broached her question.

“Un- Sasuke,” she said, “what happened to ‘we’ll never speak of it again?’” Himawari was halfway through putting her sundress back on as she spoke.

“Shut up,” Sasuke said.

She blinked. “Why?” Himawari asked, and her tone suggested that she was hurt.

He looked at her, face dark. “Because if you keep talking,” he said--suddenly it became clear to Himawari that he was still at least half hard judging by his bulge, “then i’ll have to throw you onto that bed and take you all over again.”

Her face went crimson, but she couldn’t help but privately think that treatment didn’t sound quite so bad.

They didn’t check out the normal way; Himawari had paid with cash, and had thankfully chosen one of the ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ hotels that simply pocketed the money and didn’t really care about what went down in their rooms. So the two of them slipped out of the window, and used the shunshin to put a good distance between them and the hotel.

In silence was how their brief journey went, Himawari still red and fidgeting and Sasuke trying not to sneak glances of her long legs that peeked out from beneath the sun dress.

Well, it wasn’t entirely in silence--they worked out a brief plan on what they would say. Himawari would be ‘staying over with a friend’ the previous night, and had merely forgotten to tell Naruto or Hinata. Sasuke will have found her on the street, and offered to walk her home as he needed a brief word with Naruto about something anyway.

It was in front of the Uzumaki family’s door that Himawari and Sasuke finally stopped.

“Himawari, before we do this,” Sasuke said, and there was a sense of finality in his voice, “I need to tell you something.”

“W-what is it, Un- Sasuke?” she asked.

Sasuke swallowed.

He was doing this. He was doing this, but he couldn’t stop himself, because whether he was sober or drunk, it seemed as if he had developed some sort of attraction to Uzumaki Himawari.

“Sakura will be working at the hospital all throughout the night tomorrow,” he said quietly. “Sarada will depart on a mission tonight; and she won’t be back until the day after tomorrow. The key is beneath a pot on the right side of the door, and I will be home from five in the afternoon afterwards.”

Her face turned red once more. Was he… inviting her?

There was no more conversation to be had, or questions to be asked, as Sasuke knocked on the door. It swung open a minute or so later, and Hinata beamed at them.

“It’s a funny story, Hinata,” Sasuke said. “You see, I found her walking along the road and…”
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