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Naruto had been tossing and turning for hours in a bed that felt too empty, in a house that felt too silent.
The end credits of Ninja Roads rolled silently across the screen, his TV on mute. He’d only watched it half-attentively, his mind elsewhere.
He hasn’t seen Hinata in nearly two weeks. It was per her request—she had to study for her mid-terms and med school wasn’t easy, that much Naruto could understand.
But she hadn’t so much as texted him beyond the occasional ‘Good morning! Thinking of you today~’ followed by a bunch of heart emojis.
He sure was thinking of her. Especially that last time at her apartment when they were home alone and she let him bend her over the table and take her. It had been so erotic—Hinata wasn’t very adventurous, still very shy and hesitant, but when she let go it was amazing.
Naruto let out a frustrated huff to find himself turned on again and peeled back the blankets covering him. What if he surprised her with a visit? Surely at ten p.m. she’d be done studying for the night.
Mind made up, Naruto rooted through his closet for a pair of dark jeans and a hoodie. He settled on the orange hoodie with a red swirl on it. Hinata got him that one for Christmas a few years ago.
He debated texting her just in case, but eventually decided against it, wrapping a scarf around his neck and stepping out into the cool November air.
If Hinata was still studying, it would be his duty as her boyfriend to ensure she stopped and got some rest for the night. And if she wasn’t, it would be the perfect excuse to spend some time together after so long.
But alas, the world had other plans for him.
When he knocked on the door and readied himself to draw Hinata into a hug, it wasn’t Hinata who opened it. Rather, it was her younger sister, Hanabi.
He stared at her, for perhaps longer than socially acceptable. Not that what she was wearing could ever be considered socially acceptable.
The thin cotton tee hanging loosely on her body teased him with peeks of milky collarbones, the sleeve slipping tantalisingly low on her shoulder. He could see the impressions of her distended nipples through it, clearly indicating the absence of a bra.
His eyes slipped lower, to the endless stretch of shapely legs and the black, frilly lace underwear she wore.
Naruto nearly gulped, his eyes quickly flitting back to her face—but she wasn’t any less attractive there. Dark hair fell messily over the side of her head, lips pink and dewy and eyes glimmering mischievously as if privy to the desirous thoughts in Naruto’s head.
“Well, this is a surprise,” she remarked lightly, her eyes doing a quick sweep of his body. She leaned against the doorframe, and her shirt dipped dangerously lower, revealing more collarbone, and the starting curve of her breast. “Here for Hina-chan?”
Naruto forced his head out of the gutter. “Hey, Hana-chan, yeah I’m here for Hinata, is she around?”
Hanabi hummed, glancing back into the darkened apartment. “I’m afraid I’m home alone,” the purr of her voice was positively salacious as she turned back to him. “Hina-chan is visiting Sakura-san for a study session. She should be back soon enough, would you like to come in and wait for her?”
Naruto found himself nodding before he could think his decision through.
“I’ll make some tea.” Hanabi stepped away from the door to let him in and turned to leave for the kitchen.
He stared after her and the teasing sway of her tight ass and those endless legs. He was already so pent up and frustrated, he wondered how he would survive waiting for Hinata when Hanabi was testing his patience
Naruto shut the door behind him, and waded into the dim living-room, switching on the lamps and sinking onto the loveseat. He drummed his fingers over the armrest and bounced his leg, trying to get rid of the restless energy thrumming under his skin.
The tinkering of porcelain and metal echoed from the kitchen, and soon the aroma of tea filled the room, turning it warm and inviting. Just as Naruto began to relax, Hanabi returned with two steaming mugs, a smirk perpetually tugging on her lips.
He always thought her to be devious—the polar opposite of Hinata. Confident and self-assured, comfortable in her own skin and sexuality.
She bent slightly to hand him the mug, affording him an eyeful of her firm, round tits.
Naruto nearly burnt his hand on the mug as he fumbled to receive it, his eyes quickly snapping away from the taunting sight. The throb in his hands distracted him from a different kind of one brewing in his gut.
“Thank you,” he said, feeling unsteady. “You didn’t have to.”
“Anything for you, Naruto-kun,” she winked and leaned against the dinner table as she took a sip out of her mug. “I was just about to settle in for the night, but I must admit I don’t mind the interruption. What do you need from Hina-chan?”
The way her finger traced the rim of her cup was distracting for reasons he couldn’t even begin to fathom beyond the fact that he was horny, and she looked edible. “Ah, well,” he chuckled to hide his awkwardness, “Y’know. I just haven’t seen her in a while.”
Hanabi hummed, as if she completely understood. “The damned exams right? I’m not excited for those—I have to to take my entrance exam in April.”
Naruto nodded, instantly latching onto the distraction. “Med-school too right?”
Hanabi scoffed, “Like my father would have it any other way.”
Hanabi and Hinata weren’t on good terms with their father, Naruto knew this intimately. He was aware that Hiashi paid for their education, so their hands were pretty much tied when it came to making decisions. While indeed frustrating, both girls seemed to more or less accept their fates.
The only difference was that Hinata wanted to become a doctor. Hanabi, on the other hand, had wanted to get into the creative field.
“You could always run away,” he joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
It worked. Hanabi gave him a mischievous grin, “Oh, is that so? Offering to help me?”
He hadn’t meant it that way, but now that he took a few moments to consider it, he wouldn’t mind helping Hanabi get away if she ever decided to. “If you ever need me to, yes.”
She regarded him for a few silent moments, with more seriousness than he thought was strictly warranted for a hypothetical situation.
“How very generous of you,” she murmured to herself, back to tracing her mug. The sight of her didn’t get any less distracting—if anything this little glimpse into her feelings was more arousing.
Naruto shifted, glad his hoodie covered his crotch or else he’d have some very awkward questions to answer.
“You know you can always come to me for anything Hana-chan,” he meant for the offer to be genuine, but the moment the words were out, they felt decidedly lewder than he had intended for them to sound.
Hanabi clearly didn’t miss that, for that same pretty smirk graced her lips again. “Anything?” Her voice lilted teasingly.
Naruto swallowed thickly, trying to dislodge the dirty scenarios in his head of Hanabi on her knees, using that pretty mouth to get what she wanted. And she could, if she so desired, if she sought it, he had trouble thinking of a man that could deny her.
“Yes, anything,” he decided, tilting his head curiously as he wondered what really was going on through her head. “Did you have something in mind?”
He was definitely wading into dangerous territory, but he couldn’t help himself. There was a thrill in the uncertainty of this situation, the taboo of it.
Hanabi set down her mug, and Naruto watched, intrigued, as she hefted herself up to sit on the edge of the table, leaning back on her palms. “Why are you really here, Naru-chan?”
The nickname startled him a little, though he would never admit. He would, however, make a different sort of admission then, under the intense lavender of her all-knowing gaze. “Why do you think?”
Hanabi bit her lip, studying him. “What do I think …? Hmm … I could only guess but … most likely, for sex. Why else would you visit Hinata so late into the night, when you know she’s studying for her exams?”
“Maybe I just miss her,” Naruto said, not a denial per se, but not an admission either.
“And I was born yesterday,” Hanabi nodded with a sarcastic chuckle. “You don’t need to lie to me, Naruto-kun.”
Well, if she insisted …. “Fine, you are right.”
“Oh,” Hanabi said with a delighted laugh. He drank in the long stretch of the column of her neck as she threw her head back, and the way the warm lamplight glistened off her skin. “Well, now we’re getting somewhere.”
Something inside him jumped with anticipation, for what, however, he wasn’t sure. “What do you mean?”
She set those vivid eyes on him again. “You know, Naruto-kun, you can ask me for anything, too,” she murmured, and there was no denying her intentions now when she stated them so plainly.
What else could she possibly mean?
He immediately noticed when her thighs parted slightly, even when it was too dark to see the shadowed space between them.
“Hana-chan …” he said around the lump of desire forming in his throat, “You do realise what you’re saying ... right?”
She ignored his question, pushing herself off the table. Her shirt bunched around her waist, trapped under her arms.
“Say, Naruto-kun ... do you like my panties?” Her finger sunk under the edge of the waistband, tugging at it and letting it go. It slapped against her skin with a teasing snap.
It dragged his eyes down to the garment again. It hugged her curves perfectly, and shimmered translucently in the light. He could see that she was perfectly smooth beneath it.
“You have to admit, they’re quite sexy,” her voice had dropped back to that heated purr. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she approached him, “Do you want a closer look? I could just …” her voice tapered off into a smoky whisper as she came to a stop in front of him. “Stand right here …”
Naruto made the mistake of looking up at her. This close his eye-level was exactly in line with her perky breasts.
“Hanabi …” He meant it as a warning, but it husked in his throat like a plea.
Hanabi’s hands traced along his shoulders, leaning closer until he could feel the heat radiating off her skin, “Yes, Naruto-kun?”
“We can’t …” he fumbled, a little dazed from her intoxicating proximity.
“But do you want to?” Her nipple brushed over his cheek as she rubbed her chest against the side of his face.
That was too much for the tattered remains of his self-control.
Charmed, his mouth sought the hard bud, lips closing around it. He gave it a gentle nip, a warning and a promise at once. Hanabi's sigh of appreciation didn't help. Nor the way her fingers threaded through his hair and pulled.
"Come on, Naruto-kun," she cajoled, her hands sliding down his shoulders, rubbing and kneading at tense muscles. "It's just me ..."
Indeed, and wasn't that what made it so wrong?
His mouth went for the other nipple, sucking until her shirt clung wetly to her skin. "You're a hot little thing did you know that?”
She giggled breathily, arching her back. "No one has to know ..." she moaned as his teeth none-too-gently marked her. "Ohh, that feels really good ..."
"What if Hinata comes home and sees us like this?" Naruto's words muffled hotly in the space between her breasts as he wound his arms around her and gripped her ass. Her smell made him heady—it was clear now that she had been touching herself before he'd interrupted her. The musky scent of her arousal clung to her skin alluringly.
It made him want to bury his face between her thighs, the perfect apology for the orgasm that eluded her because of his interruption.
"What if she walks in and sees what her little darling sister is doing to me ..." fuck, he was beginning to feel too hot under the collar of his hoodie.
"Yess ..." Hanabi's body curved into him with wanton and an eagerness that surprised him as his teeth set out to mark a trail from her collarbone to those lovely nipples that strained through her shirt.
She pulled away from him with a sigh, hands bracketing her face. "My turn," she decided, face flushed with want. It was so pronounced against her ivory skin and dark hair—a beauty in her own right.
Hanabi sunk down to her knees, graceful and poised even as her hands did wicked things, palming him through his pants, feeling alongside his thickening erection.
Her eyes sparkled as she untucked him—Naruto's hips raised to help her along, so wanting in spite of how wrong this entire situation was. His cock sprang free, standing firm and proud under her inspective gaze.
Hanabi licked her lips. "Damn, Hinata surely gets all the fun," her fingers curled around him, feeling along the smooth flesh.
Naruto found himself holding his breath as she began to stroke him, as her face loomed closer, clearly intent on tasting him.
He smoothed her hair between his fingers, an ache brewing in his gut for her wet little mouth... "Hanabi," he sounded strangled as he urged her closer. He wanted relief, something to soothe the ache, the longing curling in his gut—he wanted sweet release and only she could give it to him right now.
"Yes, Naruto-kun?" Her lashes lowered demurely over wicked eyes. The way her lips turned up sweetly like she knew exactly what he wanted ...
"Put it in your mouth," Naruto groaned and tugged hard at the long sweep of her hair. She followed his order, her lips planting a lush kiss on the sensitive tip, followed by the faintest suction and wet heat. It made him hiss.
"Like this?" Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing while her hand continued its sinful drag of up and down.
"Take it," he panted, feeling the burning flush on his face everywhere else on his body. Hanabi was such a vision kneeling between his knees, parting her lips to take his straining cock past her lips.
Naruto groaned again as she took him inch by inch, and didn't stop until he was buried in her throat. His hips bucked and he growled as her gag reflex kicked in and her throat constricted around him.
Hanabi held for a few seconds, eyes watering before she drew off, her hand jerking him in fast, decisive strokes.
"Are you going to fuck me?" She asked as her head tilted and her mouth ran up the side of his length
Naruto watched her and knew he wasn't going to last long. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
Hanabi batted her eyelashes, her tongue poking out to kitten lick the tip. "Why don't you take my panties off and see for yourself?"
Fuck. Naruto yanked her up, lusting for the hot space between her thighs. Hanabi went willingly, obliging him when he made her stand in front of him once more and feasted on the sight of her.
His fingertips danced along the seams of her clothed sex, feeling the dampness of her arousal as it soaked through the material. Hanabi made a noise like impatience and satisfaction rolled into one, and her hips canted forward greedily into the press of his thumb.
"Pull them off," she whined as he circled her clit.
"Shh," he whispered softly, letting the anticipation mount to suffocating levels. His middle finger tugged her panties to the side and sunk inside her. "... fuck me, you're so wet ..."
Her juices instantly coated his finger as her body eagerly sucked him in to the last knuckle—Hanabi's nails dug in his shoulders and she sighed longingly against the wonderful intrusion.
He watched in fascination and increasing arousal as her body stretched forward and moved back against the glide of his finger, using it to fuck herself.
Naruto's other hand reached for the seams of her panties again, yanking the slip aside to watch the way his glistening digit buried between the hot lips of her pussy. She was beautiful down here too, and he wanted a closer look.
He withdrew his finger to pull the sheer garment off, leaving it pooled around her ankles and grabbed a handful of each buttock. The force of his pull drew her closer—closer to his mouth, closer to the keen heat of his tongue. He nosed along her sticky folds and swept his tongue along the seam.
Hanabi moaned and reared into him as he sucked her clit into his mouth and glazed his tongue with her honey.
Naruto drew off when her thighs began to shake and used both his thumbs to reveal the pink space within her folds. "So fucking pretty," he praised as he went in for another taste, flattening his tongue against her.
Hanabi's breathing deepened as he used his tongue to stimulate her until her arousal overflowed and slicked his chin. Until her winsome cries rose and her nails dug groves in his shoulders.
"Naruto," she said in a near sob, body curling over him, "I-I—"
Her pussy gushed more fluids as her thighs trembled so much, he had to steady them with his hands.
Eventually, when the ache in his cock bordered on painful and she was more than ready for him, Naruto brought her down on his lap, shedding both their shirts in the process.
Hanabi made a noise of impatience as he tried to fish a condom out of his pocket, "Naruto-kun, fuck the condom," she panted, reaching for his erection. "I want you inside me now."
Naruto gladly assisted her, grasping her hips and helping her slide down on him.
"Fuuckk," he hissed as he joined their bodies and felt her clamp down on him, skin to skin.
Hanabi's head fell back with a soft, stuttering sound. The milky stretch of her throat drew him in, caused him to part his lips over her pulse and suck until a lovely bruise bloomed on her unblemished skin.
Her hips gyrated against him, wenching a growl from his throat. He bucked against her hard in answer, ripping a startled cry from her lips.
“You’re so naughty,” he chuckled as he bit her throat again and brought her down on his length.
She was wonderfully responsive, as sensitive as her sister. Better yet, she was bolder, uninhibited in her passion, moaning and gasping her approval as he used his grip on her hips to lift her up and down.
When their position grew bothersome, interfering with the pace they were trying to set, Naruto easily manoeuvred them so that he had Hanabi sprawled on the couch under him. She parted her thighs unabashedly, drawing him closer until he breached her body once more.
Naruto couldn’t help the throaty groan that echoed from his throat. She was so tight and wet around him, blushing with her whole body as he gave her what she wanted. Naruto pressed her knees back, relishing in the way she gladly offered herself to him and slammed into her.
Her cries rose and with them her pleas. “Yes, yes, yes…!” she choked out, and Naruto nearly came at the sight of her hand reaching down between them to rub her clit. “Fuuckk!” she keened brokenly, her body arching and her walls tightening around him like a vice.
Watching her cum on his cock nearly did him in. But she was such a vision with glassy eyes and a dazed expression that he found himself greedy to take more from her, reduce her to an incoherent mess ...
Naruto’s thumb reached for the soaked place between her thighs and circled her clit. Her reaction was instantaneous—she shuddered hard, reaching to grasp his wrist as she tried to halt his movements. “N-Naruto …” whatever she was about to say, it was lost in the heat of his next thrust as he hit her spot with deadly accuracy.
It sent her sprawling back with a startled cry, her slick, toned body rippling. Naruto found himself addicted, his fingers digging in her thighs as he began ramming into her. “C-come on Hana-chan,” he panted, so close to the finish line, “Do one more for me, sweetheart, just one more.”
Hanabi yanked him down for a sloppy kiss, nearly bending herself in half to get to his lips. She tasted like him, like his cock—it was so erotic it drove Naruto harder into her until all he could hear was the slick sounds of their bodies meeting at a punishing pace.
When her walls started fluttering around him again, Naruto’s blood roared hotly in his veins. His pace faltered, as waves of pleasure began to crest through him.
He came with a drawn-out groan, emptying his load inside Hanabi who was only half-coherent as he pushed her headfirst into another orgasm. Her cries rose over his, her body quaking in his arms until they were both truly spent.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap, panting together as their bodies tried to cool down.
“Oh ... oh fuck … that was intense,” Naruto mumbled into her neck.
Hanabi offered a winded chuckle, running a hand through his damp hair. “Now I know what I’ve been missing.”
Naruto leaned back to look at her, still feeling foggy. “You’ve thought about this?"
“Of course I have,” her smirk was back, as lecherous as ever. “Every time I heard you make Hana-chan muffle a scream I thought about this …”
Naruto bit her lower lip between his teeth and tugged, “So, so naughty …”
The sound of a car parking in the driveway jolted the both of them out of the pleasant chemical-induced haze.
“I- We should go,” he told Hanabi in a jumbled mumble.
Hanabi didn’t look too bothered. “If you want to go hide in my room … we can always pick up where we left off.”
He stared at her, his cock giving a twitch of interest. Huh. He still wanted her. And the idea of having her in secret, everyone else none the wiser was so arousing.
Footsteps echoed up the stairs.
“Don’t take too long,” Naruto whispered, pressing a kiss on her lips before he quickly got up, grabbed his shirt and dashed up the stairs to Hanabi’s room.
“Wow, Hana-chan you look like a tornado hit you!” Hinata’s exclamation echoed less than a minute later.
The last thing he heard before he shut the door was Hanabi’s innocent reply: “I got carried away working out.”
He vowed he'd feed her her own words.