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The Shared Bed
By : c0p13r
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female
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Disclaimer: I don't own 'NARUTO' and make no money from this fic.
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ANIME MINOR WARNING! Meaning it's Minor Sex, but it's also anime, so who gives a shit? Being attracted to minors in real life is a problem, on the other hand. Don't do that.
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            It was her milk. Hinata always had to take responsibility for failings, so this was all her fault! Something in her breastmilk, though that would make Naruto the real culprit. “Na-Naruto-kun, I don’t think I should,” she had nervously refused after bringing out an engorged breast and fixed her nipple into baby Boruto’s mouth. The baby’s eyes were big and blue like his dad’s, watching her face intently as he suckled milk from her. Naruto, on her other side, had been roused from the process and had pulled his strengthening cock out of his pants for her to tend to. “It’ll be alright,” he snickered, leaning the head towards her face. She stared down its length, a nervous sound coming from her mouth. “It’s not like he’ll know or even remember it!” She found it difficult to refuse him; with a nervous glance back at her sucking baby, she did some sucking of her own, also gulping down the white stuff that came out that would be converted to sustenance for their son.
            So began a long habit of sexual behavior right in front of young Boruto, in positions Hinata had never dreamed of committing while their son watched and fed. “It-It’s okay, Boruto-chan,” Hinata panted, hovering over him, lowering her dangling breast just enough to put the tip safely in his mouth, bracing against the father’s eager thrusts from behind. “I’m okay…!” Boruto watched her expressions change and twitch as she was fucked to climax.
            Sometimes on her side, feeding Boruto lying in the crook of her arm and shoulder; sometimes riding Naruto while cradling Boruto to her chest; one time spit-roasted between him and a Shadow Clone while baby Boruto tried to figure out why there were two of him. Always, she would consume the semen in some way, either by going down her throat or by being creampied.
            And the depravity did not stop after Boruto was weaned… Along came Himawari, and Naruto’s efforts seemed doubled!
            “Maybe we shouldn’t,” insisted Hinata after Himawari latched, her small hands grabbing at the supple flesh of her jugs to bring out a healthy flow. Baby Himawari didn’t seem as interested in her mom’s face when her dad’s cock came into view. What was it, and why did should it go so deep in her mom’s mouth that it distended her throat?
            None were aware that Boruto had been watching from the carelessly-open doorway, but even if they knew, it was unlikely that they – or Naruto – would stop. “He won’t remember” had become Naruto’s motto whenever he wanted to get into his luscious wife’s mouth, pussy, or ass.
            There was one slipup that ruined everything, though. Hinata was on point as usual, giving a superb blowjob with expert hand movements involved. It seemed, so long as she kept up his frequent ejaculations, he stayed home more often. But she had gotten him so used to having things his way that he wanted more. And what he wanted this time… “I wanna cum on your tits, tebayo!” he jubilated, far lost in imagination when he began to ejaculate.
            “Wait, Naruto-kun!” she had cried out just like every time her gullet wasn’t being stuffed.
            But it was too late, and he rained his jizz onto Hinata’s huge jugs and…
            A splatter got on Himawari’s whiskered cheek as she nursed comfortably and in a doze. But the splash had woken her, her eyes flashing open as in her very first activation of the Byakugan. Semen dribbled down her round face and along the pulsing veins. It was a terrifying sight… until Himawari’s mouth spread and she entered a milk-gurgling fit of cries that wouldn’t be consoled even after the cum was washed away.
            Hinata and Naruto looked solemnly at each other, and he knew. No more sex during breastfeeding, dattebayo…
            And with babies being insatiable, sex became more and more infrequent, and Naruto was home less and less. And before they could adjust, Naruto was Hokage, and he was gone more times than not… Hardly any sex after that…
            But now…
            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?”
            Boruto was astonished to hear his father suggest such a thing! Already?! But they’d both just shot a healthy dose of baby-batter into either female of the small Uzumaki clan! They were both tied in the amount of orgasms, but Boruto felt utterly sated. He wanted to curl up and fall asleep, yet Naruto was raring to go; confirmed by the fact that he had dragged his long cock out of Hinata’s swollen and loaded snatch, and was entirely hard from base to tip still! Boruto felt humbled that, even while inside his little sister’s convulsing channel, his energy was flagging. If her convulsions continued along with his shrinkage, she’d expel him and a good deal of his seed.
            Though not bitterly as he might have been earlier, Boruto could not be bested in this challenge. At the same time, he had to show concern and, yes, respect for his dad’s mighty piece. He hardened his eyes and relieved some of his weight from atop Himawari; she was glad for it, sighing in comfort. “You won’t be able to put that inside her!” he challenged.
            Naruto blushed, scratching the side of his nose and trying to seem modest. “Well, it’s not like I’m just going to put it all in at once. I’ll show restraint.”
            Boruto seemed somewhat unconvinced, and then he noticed his mom. She was panting, seemingly deflated, yet looked ecstatic with a tired but happy smile on her face as she stared past the ceiling with an arm draped over her brow. She certainly looked… happy to have had that big thing stretch her out.
            He decided then, with a tough grin. “Just don’t hurt her” was his warning before unplugging from Himawari’s channel, flashing a cock that seemed to have stopped reducing in size and was beginning to inflate again. Naruto winked at him and said that he had no intention of hurting his darling daughter.
            “Papa,” murmured Himawari before she was suddenly dragged to the edge of the bed by his hands. “What is it?!” she gasped as her dad eased onto his knees and pressed in between her legs with his grinning face.
            Naruto slashed his tongue against her tiny clit, and she howled in response, tightening up and grabbing onto his head. Never mind Boruto’s flashy flicking; Naruto’s tongue dove with purpose, swirling against that sweet spot, bullying it, speeding her to where her pleasure had left off and maintaining its building pressure. Yet whenever she felt closest to that strange feeling, like finding the give on an embedded rock after pulling so long at it, Naruto left her wanting with a significant pause. By the third time he did that, she whined and pouted at him. “Stop it,” she pleaded.
            “You gotta be ready for it, Hima,” Naruto chortled, his volume somewhat muted by the closeness of his mouth over her pussy. He employed his hands then, spreading her hole to catch a glimpse of the running river of Boruto’s stash. There was no hesitation as he dove in, tasting the sting of semen on his lips, but not really having a problem with it. He had learned a while back not to mind it; the wilder sessions with Hinata before kids involved Shadow Clones, and it was not unusual for the hype to include chowing down on her recently-inseminated muff after a clone puffs out of existence, leaving only its load inside Hinata as a testament that it even existed at all. Drawbacks of the Shadow Clones sex? Naruto was left with the fatigue and hypersensitivity and a mild case of falling action in the brain where he had to restart his sex drive.
            All in all, he’d learned not to mind the taste of cum after eating his own deposits – or his clones’ – out of Hinata. And Hima had a rather sweet taste, and reacted very strongly to his tongue flapping up and down the breadth of her little pussy. Her limbs congregated on him, fingers clutching into his yellow hair and her legs clamping on his ears.
            Truthfully, Boruto was a bit jealous, sitting aside and watching Himawari buckle and undulate to their dad in ways he hadn’t. The instinctual pride of son challenging father had made him hard, though, and he thought it was a sort of victory that Dad had to eat Boruto’s leavings out of Himawari.
            He hadn’t even thought of his mother until she curled around him, sex-flushed and seeming quite ready to engage her son. She was lying on her side, her breasts sloped atop one another with obvious handprints where Naruto had squeezed them. “Are you okay?” she asked him softly, hardly audible as Himawari threw her head back and screamed as she came in her daddy’s mouth; his tongue not letting up even when she entered a fit of squirms and rebuttals for a respite. He always pressed his luck and finally entertained his daughter with a finger rather than his mouth, saying that he needed to check her tightness. And with the recent orgasm, she was certainly tight. He’d have better luck wedging up Hinata’s infrequently-used backside, and that gave him a twist in the gut that exhilarated him.
            Hinata didn’t seem to notice, all of her focus on Boruto while the other parent tended to the other child. She had trust that her husband would treat their daughter right. Without breaking eye contact with her heavy-breathing son, she coiled her fingers around his shaft and gave a very pleasant squeeze that helped invoke blood flow. Rhythmically, like she was pumping an empty bulb… But her clinical efforts were unnecessary. Just having her soft touch on him again, and the view of her breasts! Her sweaty skin gleaming! He thought of how Dad had just rutted her, powerful and fast, causing her to make faces and noises he thought his quiet, softspoken mother wasn’t capable of making!
            He wanted that from himself, to make her lose control and proclaim his skill with cries of her own, tailored specifically to him!
            He was the one who shouted out first. Hinata leaned down and swept her tongue across his tip, dragging along his little slit and tasting the culmination of brother/sister sex residing on his cock. She needn’t look up to affirm his approval; he already was grabbing the back of her head in encouragement. She obeyed, holding her flowing hair back as she tilted her head to give her son a proper cleaning. Tongue first, and then the whole of her mouth. She sank over him with a soft murmur of a moan. Her attention, though doting on him, was split by the sight going on next to her.
            Naruto had cleaned Himawari’s twat and had generously shoved two fingers in his tongue’s stead; middle and ring fingers, curling upward and discovering the spots in her that made her feel good. Meanwhile, his other hand began to address her clothes. She looked cute with her yellow sweater and skirt, but they were unneeded. He ditched her skirt with seeming impatience, tossing it towards where the door hung open with a broken latch. The sweater was a bit more difficult, and if he was going to go through the added effort to rise it over her head, he figured he’d take it all in one, dismissive sweep.
            No breasts to speak of, but Hinata had enough to keep Naruto thoroughly satisfied. Flat was a new extreme, so he was excited for it. Himawari hadn’t grown self-conscious of it yet, not knowing what sort of interests would derive when she bloomed bosoms like her Mama’s. Regardless, Naruto centered his focus on her tiny tits, lavishing her small nipples with her tongue. Smaller meant more sensitive; Himawari actually reacted to him suckling one of her small, pink buds up to his mouth, separate from the sensations felt of him fingering her snatch.
            In fact, her reaction became resistant, her swaying her body out of her dad’s mouth, an uncontrolled fit of giggles erupting from her big smile. “That tickles!” she laughed and covered her nipples.
            “Hehe! Sorry,” lied Naruto, who then settled on just drawing circles with his thumb over her nipples and ghosting his fingertips down her body until she squirmed. For just a look, he glanced to his left to see Boruto and Hinata were cozying up more comfortably with each other now. They had seemed so awkward when he’d caught them, like their sex had been uncomfortable and mechanic, most of the pleasure deriding from the thrill of taboo instead of carnal rhythm. Hinata inhaled the small shaft, working her tightened lips around him up and down, going through the added effort of leaning down periodically to tickle his balls with her tongue the way Naruto liked; Boruto liked it too, wheezing out to her while always keeping an overflowing breast in his hand as if for some psychological comfort.
            Hinata was revved up by the looks of it. Everyone could assume that she was a woman who had limits in the bedroom, who felt the height of ecstasy and then came crashing down to earth for rest. But while she was no Uzumaki, she could make a valiant attempt to stay at his pace. Already, her legs fanned open, bearing her snatch for one of her hands to secretly attend. She dabbed the cum running out along the inside of her leg. She needed this extra stimulus with a break; a woman could not stay infinitely wet, after all, when perspiring so heavily. Elsewise, going in raw could exchange pleasure for discomfort and even pain.
            She used Naruto’s cum as a lubricant when she fondled her little gem, and Boruto reaped the rewards of her moaning around his shaft. Her lips vibrated around him, speeding up somewhat with a more dutiful pace, and her breath heaved on his groin through her nose.
            Boruto could have lied back and been happy like this, but seeing Naruto crawl on the bed and loom over the frantic Himawari with purpose, he knew he couldn’t be idle. So he swept up his mom’s head and bent forward to kiss her hard on the mouth, as if wanting to taste himself on her lips. She was surprised by this tenderly firm action, but she responded as she would have his father. She leaned into him, climbing up gingerly from her relaxed posture to sit before him, her taller frame stooping and his shorter one stretching as they embraced. Her breasts squashed up against his chest, overwhelming the space, the luscious flesh spilling out around his sides. It actually made her recoil a little when she started to bear against him. She turned away, holding a hand to her mouth, and flushed profusely. “S-Sorry, Boruto,” she murmured, thinking herself as a huge woman when feeling the slight body against her buxom frame. But Boruto didn’t need her apology. He threw himself against her; if she had a fortified stance, he would have bounced off of her like a pebble thrown at a Human Bullet Tank. But she was yielding and was turned over underneath him. She held to tuck her chin, her hands latched onto the blankets, or she’d be hanging a good way off the edge of the bed.
            He should have apologized, if anything, for his haste. However, his cock was needy and her pussy was wide open. He didn’t have to gauge like Naruto to appropriately apply himself. She was thoroughly used already and had a slippery mess to help guide him in. Much like Dad had, he passed through the previous inseminator’s donation to her insides and thrust all the way he could in one go.
            With a reactionary gasp, Hinata’s thick legs clapped around him and her arms pulled him into her cleavage. She breathed his name and allowed him to do as he wanted. His stalling yet hasty thrusts were not on par with the predecessor, but she found that as a sort of boon for the moment. She might have passed out if Naruto took her by the reins again and throttled her womanhood with such intensity again. Like this, she felt both young and old, experiencing the sloppy vigor of youth slipping into her along with the tolerance of her own body gripping around the impeding shaft.
            Her legs felt heavy wrapping around his hips, but Boruto was more intrigued by the inside of her snatch now! Earlier, when he filled out her plumped vagina, there was a tight sensation, but the walls were cushiony and soft. Himawari’s tunnel was narrow, full of resistance with taut sides that he had to squeeze between with effort, and collided with the end of her pussy with almost an inch to spare!
            Now, though Naruto had certainly made room in her with his burly cock, it seemed that her walls had bloated significantly, coiling almost resistantly to further penetration to contain the mixed loads now swirling in her womb, competing for the egg. But with a determined thrust and a deepthroated grunt, Boruto passed into her and staked his reclamation within her. Hinata sighed wistfully; not a moan. He was safe comfort whereas Naruto was the daunting challenge that she could hardly manage. Hoisting his upper body up on his arms, assuming the best stance he could to mimic his father’s, Boruto hoped to be seen as an equal – or close to one – of Naruto’s. He retreated his cock, held, and then rammed back in to start beating his mom’s pussy with his remaining fervor. He hadn’t counted on the simulation, though; it was hardly to keep his facial expressions in check, feeling his jaw and lips twitch, his eyes squinting up awkwardly. Hinata, on the other hand, seemed quite fine, even holding the hug of her arms and legs in check around him to not impede his rhythm.
            “Looks like they’re getting ahead of us,” chuckled Naruto down to his daughter, whose arms had tucked up to her naked chest. She looked up at him with those incredibly blue eyes filled with concern. To her, it didn’t seem like a race, but she didn’t want to be left behind either. She looked down her short body when the legs bracketing hers shifted, and the long, engorged tool at Naruto’s waist leaned down against her. It had been in her mouth, in her hands, had gone inside her mother! She had never seen it appear so large! And when equipped to the opening of her pussy, she had to contend, “I don’t know if it’ll fit!” Onii-chan was several sizes smaller, and it had hurt to take him in; that it was the pain of a ruptured hymen was not considered.
            But Naruto had learned patience on his tutelage to Hokage. He wasn’t going to push headlong into Hima’s slight body and rearrange her guts! Not all at once, anyway. Hinata hadn’t been able to take him in all the way, but through perseverance and patience, he had lengthened her channel to accommodate him and had pushed her womb back enough that he could sheathe himself almost entirely inside her.
            From what he discovered with his diligent fingers, Hima’s gash was a tight trap, reliant on grip of his head than the depth of his thrusts to sap him of his seed. He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the promise. Hinata had never been this tight, despite him having been her first. It was her training that made her limber; now he was going to plunge deep – or as deep as he could – into a very narrow space.
            “Papa,” whined Himawari as the blunt head rubbed at her folds and found its mark. Weight built up behind the tip; she could feel it challenging the tightness of her body! She wished she still had some of Onii-chan’s stuff running out of her instead of greedily harboring it in her uterus. It had made her feel wet and slippery and hot; it would have helped this insertion.
            “Wow,” Naruto grunted out, a strained look on his face as he checked his own strength and desire. He stared down at the taboo union occurring, her body reluctantly swallowing his head, her folds expanding tight as more was carefully force-fed to her pussy. As expected, even after Boruto had run her through the paces, her body was taut and resilient against his encroaching shaft. He wanted to preserve this sensation, but was unsure if he’d be able to abstain from her after this! With Hinata more or less giving her blessing to this unintended ritual, would he be able to stop himself from putting down his pen, brush, or stamp at work, hurry home, and rut his daughter in her bed on a solemn whim?! He could imagine himself doing just that, leaving a clone in his stead to deal with Shikamaru as he blinked himself back home in his Kyubi cloak, undressed himself and her in a trice, and shoved her face down into her pillow to mute the scream echoing from his initial thrust?!
            “Oh no,” he said with a tremble in his voice. He stilled and held every muscles in his body, but his balls were carrying up threateningly, but with some self-discipline and luck, all that spurted from his tip inside of her was a mildly-cloudy discharge that was hardly traceable to Himawari when she was trying to breathe through the insertion.
            When his intense and concerning throbbing had subsided, Naruto gave a loud, appreciative sigh that he could hold back. Her walls continued to flutter, though, reacting to the panic in her thumping heart and quick-breathing. “Sorry, Hima. I wasn’t expecting it to feel like this.” He made a grin and edged another half inch inside of her to bring her to wail in dread. She was so overcome by the pain expected – which was already building by the intense discomfort of her barely-deflowered body accepting such a huge shaft – that she could hardly experience the revel of father/daughter consummation.
            Naruto decided that he needed to do it quick like the time he pulled a band-aid off of her knee. Doing it slow made her anxious and prolonged that anxiety, but when he tore it off all at once, all she gave was a yelp, an inquisitive look, and then a brave “That didn’t hurt at all!” Surely she’d feel the same with this, and he made a very passionate jab, ridding her of the last impressions of Boruto’s cock to assume his own imprint.
            Hima did not just yelp and be fine the next second. She rose to a scream that lasted a good, few seconds as a drone. Her legs came up, clapping on his hips, her hands dashing to clutch the arms posted at her sides. She wiggled a little, whining and trying to get away, but Naruto first chased her and kept himself pressed against her womb, and then grabbed her to hold her in place. Her pussy was jolting around him with more intensity, but could not find the leverage to really hold him at bay. She was so stuffed by just the top third of his cock that he and she could see the placement of his cock bulging slightly out from her groin.
            Wheezing, Himawari took a finger and poked at the protruding lump like it’d burst if she touched it. Nothing happened. She poked two more times before fixing her hand around it and looking up at Papa. “Is… Is that you?” she asked shyly with her eyes gleaming with growing tears.
            Naruto could hardly feel her grip, but the idea and visual of her grabbing at his cock with her hand while he was planted inside of her certainly helped. “Yeah,” he wound up wheezing himself. Her insides were undulating – or trying to – around him, but she was so weak and his cock was so thick that she didn’t have much room to flex. He decided to pull back a little, to gauge her reaction… but almost immediately went back it. “Uhn!” His eyes rolled up, his face making a grimace of unexperienced pleasure. He tried again, and ended with the same results, with Himawari protesting the strength at which he hit her cervix. “It’s so tight,” he slurred. “It’s like you’re sucking me back in, tebayo!” He willingly obliged the vacuous sensation of returning back to her insides when he tried to pull out.
            “No~!!” moaned Hima, thrashing her head back and forth. “Papa’s just too big for me!”
            That was it. Naruto pinned her down at her chest with one hand so that his other could thumb her clitoris. Hinata had said likewise things, saying that he was too large to really try the kinkier stuff on a moment’s notice. Like anal… She was always willing for Naruto, but when it came to anal, she could only take an honest pounding for a few seconds before imploring he vacate and let her do all in her power to let him cum elsewhere. Who knew such a proper Hyuga noble would not be opposed to ass-to-mouth if it meant preserving the wellbeing of her anus?
            Yet Himawari was tighter still. It may not have had a reluctant rim to contend with, but her pussy was hardly any less tight than Hinata’s asshole compared to his girth. He went in again and again, his gasps becoming animalistic as he tried not to hurt her. To his side, his son and wife were in their final throes; Boruto arrived first, arching his back, refusing his mom’s embrace as his balls emptied into her unfulfilled snatch. But, when he continued to rock – albeit weak and unsteadily – immediately afterwards, Naruto had faith that he’d work his way up to meet the Uzumaki credentials.
            At least he’d inherited the bounty of his clan. His load swirled up and stockpiled deep into Hinata; with the help of her flexing muscles, his seed was carried up to her cervix and was drawn in to increase his chances of impregnating her. His hands on either side of her clawed at the mattress, and when she asked softly – to keep it private between them – if he wanted (or needed) a break, he declined. It showed on his sweaty, rosy face that he was exhausted and probably past his limit, but he swore that he was still willing. Hinata’s breathing quickened as the softened penis tried to stay hard inside of her. She nodded to him all the same, understanding his need to prove himself. Though she loved to bear Naruto’s children, she hoped the egg under siege within her was given over to her son’s sperm.
            Naruto could last so much longer than that, but Hima was bearing down on him and making such intense sounds. She raked at his arms and body with her fingernails, digging them into his skin and causing a sharp pleasure when she scratched him. And she couldn’t even fully take him yet. Three inches was probably too much, and though she was squeezing him for all he was worth, it was an ordeal to hold back his ravenous thrusts.
            “Come here,” he whispered harshly to her, and without any preamble, he flipped her over onto her stomach. Panting, she looked back over her shoulder at him. What did he hope to accomplish by turning her away from him? Was it punishment? Had she displeased him by scraping his body too hard? She could see the small lines that she dug into his body, but surely that didn’t hurt nearly as much as stretching her out or ripping through her barrier.
            Naruto held her arms to her sides at her elbow, filling her with a thrill of powerlessness. “Papa,” she pleaded, meaning to apologize for hurting him. But he reconciled her concerns by invading her from this new position, and right away, there was a difference. She gasped sharply, trying to lift off the bed, but couldn’t with her arms pinned. Her legs stretched out with her toes. This position! It granted a rush of new pleasures and unlocked that one very-heady feeling in an instant when Naruto came bearing down on her womb. She wet the bed, and while normally would feel ashamed for it, she did so unreservedly, squealing while her insides clutched and claimed Naruto’s thrusting cock, reveling with each ridge and vein pushing out her little hole.
            With a harsh intake of air, like his lungs had suddenly run empty, Naruto fucked his daughter with less control. He tried pushing more of himself into her than before; she couldn’t handle it, so he refrained. He’d work her in over time.
            He grinned as he eyed the new visual advantages of this angle too.
            After all, her ass was an opportunity that he’d take in time. He could only imagine the stress she’d go through to take him up there.
            He needed to stop whetting his lustful appetites. Hima didn’t have her mother’s backside to cushion against the heavy thrusts of his intensity. “Papa~” he heard her cry out, and another wave of wetness stained Boruto’s sheets and slickened his cock. Groaning, he took a hand off of her elbow and grabbed one cheek of her ass, his thumb pulling to expose the tiny hole and leer at it. Himawari, however, was embarrassed and threw her free hand back to cover. “Don’t-Don’t look there!” she implored him.
            “Ah, Hima!” Naruto abandoned his sightseeing and hunched over her, driving his hips harder against her lithe body, drilling through her tired muscles. Himawari arched off the bed, her eyes wide and her Byakugan activating. Seeing the room by a new dimension, a full 180-degress vision, x-ray enhancement, she could see the chakra system of her Papa over her, and a flared pole of concentrated chakra thrusting repeatedly into her! It shocked and terrified her that something so large actually was inside her body! At the same time… “Yee~!!” she howled, clenched up, and squirted over her Papa one more time before something spung into her; a forceful, wet blotch colliding with the end of her pussy before the delving cock shoved it into her cervix, rubbing it into her womb.
            Naruto was gasping as he came, afraid of his own intensity. He spattered her walls a bit more, but yanked out before the urge to shove all the way in could take over. He disengaged, leaving a gaping hole stuffed with white cream and a nearly-unconscious daughter, and began to vigorously stroke his cock to aid its release. The stall in his ejaculation had built up the intensity of his next blast; it cleared across the room – which Naruto would later say was a record – but the following streams were better aimed and of less velocity. Still, he successfully got Hima’s whiskered cheek, and inwardly, he laughed that it didn’t throw her into a fit of unconsolable sobs. In her dark-blue hair, along her neck and back, and an intentional dollop across her little asshole – which got her deflated body to flinch – and then he sat back on his haunches with a grateful sigh and smile. He had thought the wretched clarity would set in, the sort of guilt he’d feel after masturbating to the idea of plowing Sarada-chan and breeding her. Doing this to his own daughter, his own son, he thought he’d experience dread much worse than those fantasies in the office. But he didn’t. He looked down at the cum-stained, sex-drained Himawari, and only felt a swell of pride in his chest and a willingness to continue in his cock. Well, he couldn’t run her too ragged her first time. He’d let her rest for a moment. So he glanced to his left to see how Boruto and Hinata were faring.
            Boruto had given up trying to go on like his dad. His cock wasn’t trained for stamina yet, no matter how much he tried to stiffen it in her creampied hole. But he wasn’t going to forsake his unsated mother either! He swapped to the method of licking at her cunt. He was revolted by the taste of semen flowing out of her, so he focused on the bundle of pink skin above her leaking snatch, licking and kissing and sucking at it while Hinata fisted his soft hair and moaned.
            The difference between eating Hinata out and eating his sister out was obvious; his sister’s cunt was smooth and bare, very firm; Hinata’s tickled his lips and nose with coarse hair, and the pussy fat was fuller and plump. He slid a finger – and then three – inside of her, swirling his and his dad’s cum together as he continued to flick his tongue rapidly, which actually proved tiring. He rested his tongue periodically, not sure it was up to the task of bringing her to climax when she had a lover like Naruto putting her through the paces when he came home.
            “Hey.”
            A hand on his back interrupted Boruto’s attempt. He looked up wordlessly at his beaming father. Naruto smiled at him and leaned down, once again holding a hand to the side of his mouth and grinning slyly as if to impart a mischievous idea. “How about we share, tebayo?”
            Boruto quirked an eyebrow. He thought they already were sharing…
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            It might not have been the best idea, but it was the honest thing to do to go to the Hyuga estate and confess the abundant incest going on at the Hokage’s home. Hinata’s head was down. She’d done so much to make her father approve of her, but it wracked her with guilt what she had led her family to. Disgracing not just the Hokage title, but the legacy of the Hyuga. She prostrated herself before Hanabi and Hiashi and begged for forgiveness, though she knew she did not deserve it. Her family – the Uzumaki family – idled next to her awkwardly. It was always such a chore dealing with her clan’s relations.
            Hiashi glowered for a long moment, before his mouth turned up in a grin, but it was Hanabi who broke the silence with a loud “Yippee!”, throwing her hands up and declaring that now she didn’t have to be the only one who slept with Father!
            Needless to say, all eyes with wide with shock at this revelation, and even Hiashi had to give a wry smirk. “The Hyuga clan must remain pure, after all,” he speculated.
            Naruto hesitated for a moment, and then scratched the back of his head with a nervous laugh. “I guess so, tebayo.”
            And a little while after that…
            “Okay. Say cheese~”
            The personal photo was taken of the growing family. A picture of three pregnant Hyuga females and the inseminating father behind them: Hiashi stone-faced and naked with his tired penis next to the bloated stomach of his daughter Hinata whose nipples had grown in expectancy, Boruto standing aside his aunt Hanabi and her pregnant belly with her leaning over him and hugging him into her enlarged breasts while winking and throwing a peace sign, and Himawari smiled like it was any other family portrait with her arms stiff at her sides, a big grin on her face, and her Papa’s baby growing in her tiny tummy. Naruto, standing in the center as the honored Hokage, just gave a smile while rubbing his head and sporting his huge erection that made everyone happy.
            Oh, and the one who took the picture? Shikamaru. Because he was the only one trusted enough to think revealing this scandal was too troublesome.
            Also, Shikadai and everyone else fucks his wife, the end!
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There is a lot I left out. I was debating cutting this story into sections like so many other monstrous stories I have, but that would put it in the peril of being left unfinished. So I muscled through and said “Just do what you can, copy-chan!” I left out anal, rimjob, spit-roasting, double-penetration, Transformation Jutsu, Hinata/Himawari comfort/kissing, yaoi between Naruto and Boruto, and the whole of the Uzumaki/Hyuga orgy. I figure all of that could be Bonus Content in the future.
I end with this: the only one who sucked Naruto’s dick more than Hanabi in the orgy is tbh-chan.
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The Shared Bed	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 44963 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The Shared Bed