Konoha Hospitality - 3 Chapter 3

The foursome (that was how Hachiro thought of them anyway) stood in the entrance to the Uzumaki household, Hinata having just closed the door behind her. Her movements were dainty, lady-like. None of the overt sexuality of Kushina, or even the self-conscious fidgeting of Naruko, fidgeting that only drew more attention to ‘her’ body.

nd yet, with every small step she took, every subdued motion she made, Hinata’s breasts couldn’t help but jiggle and ripple. They were the biggest Hachiro had ever seen. They were talking about something, Hachiro wasn’t really paying attention-the weather, names of people he didn’t know, past missions they’d gone on.

Missions! As if big-titted cows like these were fit to be proper ninja. Their place was at home, in the kitchen, on their knees for their man. Hachiro had already proven that to Kushina and her blonde daughter, and now…

“Thank you again for having me Uzumaki-san,” Hinata inclined her head slightly towards the older woman. She seemed willing to overlook the other’s strange dress for the moment. Naruto was standing close to his girlfriend, glad to see her. Maybe now he would start thinking normally again. She was his girlfriend, and the loved each other-because he only liked girls. And Hinata was the best girl he had ever met.

“Oh, I’m happy to see you, Hinata-chan.” Kushina replied. Maybe with Hinata to keep Naruto busy, she could get some more alone time with Hachiro. She spared a glance at her houseguest, not knowing that Hinata was doing the same. The Hyuga had stepped closer as well, so that all four of them were bunched up, Kushina hanging back slightly, but Hinata was well within arms-length of Hachiro while Naruto remained behind her slightly. Normally Naruto would have helped himself to an eyeful of Hinata’s ass, his mother’s presence notwithstanding, but he kept tearing his eyes away to look at Hachiro. The jerk.

“I hope I’m not too late for the meal.” The idea of what Kushina and Hachiro had made for Hinata’s dinner almost made Kushina blush. She opened her mouth to respond, but Hachiro spoke first.

“Don’t worry about it,” He said cheerily, as if it was his house Hinata had showed up to. He stepped closer to her, and Hinata thought he might want a friendly hug. She opened her arms to him, and they embraced. It seemed almost like a normal hug, but Hachiro was standing to her side slightly and then Hinata noticed a firm grip.

Cupping her left breast by the underside with his right hand, Hachiro firmly palmed it, getting a feel for the massive weight of it. Hinata blushed, and Kushina pretended not to notice. His fingers were thin, but his hold on her was rough-he couldn’t possibly fit the whole thing in his hand, so he squeezing it like he was appraising an animal. Hachiro pressed their bodies close together, far closer than for a normal friendly hug.

“H-hey!” Naruto shouted. “That’s not-you can’t do that, Hachiro!” Hachiro shot a glance over Hinata’s shoulder at Naruto, and the blonde abruptly closed his mouth.

Hinata, still blushing, waved her hand as if it didn’t matter at all or bother her in the slightest. And while it may have mattered, Hinata wasn’t bothered at all. “Oh, Hachiro-san’s just being friendly, Naruto. Don’t get so worked up.” Hachiro-san? Naruto thought? She didn’t refer to him like that. But then…maybe he just wasn’t as impressive as Hachiro. Or maybe they were just too close for such formality, that was probably it.

“Well, ok.” Naruto mumbled. Hachiro paid him no attention, not needing or wanting his permission in any case.

“How are your parents, Hinata?” Naruto asked, trying to tear her attention back to him. Hinata replied with a soft smile, drinking in Hachiro’s looks.

“Oh, they’re ok. Father’s always busy working on something you know. For the good of the clan.” She looked at Hachiro’s jawline, his brown eyes. He was a handsome boy, in his way-not as handsome as Naruto, she thought softly.

Kushina waved them all, motioning with both hands like she was directing traffic. “Well, now let’s eat. I brought out that salad for you, Hachiro.” She hoped he would remember and be grateful. Hachiro simply nodded as they walked back to the table. Naruto moved to walk beside Hinata getting in between the two of them, and Hachiro rudely pushed him away with the flat of his hand against Naruto’s chest. Kushina beamed and Hinata merely shook her head. What a brave boy to stand up to Naruto like that. Naruto, who was being awfully pushy.

“Hinata,” Hachiro said. She blushed at how familiar he was, already using her first name without any honorifics.

“Grab that chair and park it over here.” He instructed, motioning to the empty space next to his own seat.

Again, Naruto was upset. He watched, feeling almost helpless as Hinata dragged her own chair-when Naruto would have gladly pulled it out for her-and sat down next to Hachiro, not hesitating in the slightest.

“She can sit where she wants, Hachiro!” Naruto said. He clenched his fists. Why did people just do whatever this kid wanted? Not that he had done a better job of standing up to Hachiro.

“Oh, its ok, Naruto-kun. You’re being silly. Hachiro is just being friendly. After all, he’s new to the village, he probably just wants to meet someone new, right?” Hachiro smirked. She was fairly correct, if overlooking a key reason why he wanted to meet new people. The whole reason he had come to this village, really.

Naruto floundered, but refused to give up, at least not yet. He looked to his mother for help, who had already taken a seat directly across the table from Hachiro. “Mom, isn’t he being rude?”

Kushina considered, looking at Hinata and Hachiro, so close together. Their chairs had barely any distance between them. If Hachiro wanted to place his hand on her knee, or even slightly higher on her leg, he could do so without anyone else noticing with the tablecloth in the way. Kushina didn’t like that. It made her mad how Hinata was acting-yes Hachiro was a charming boy, but she had a boyfriend. She should be sitting next to him, not Hachiro. But, then again, if that’s what Hachiro wanted…

She slapped her hand on the table, rattling the silverware a bit. “No, Naruto. You’re being rude. Hachiro is our guest, and if it makes him more comfortable to sit next to Hinata, who he’s only just met and probably wants to get to know better, that’s fine by me. Now just behave.”

Her tone left no doubt he was in charge here between mother and son-just like Hachiro’s words to her in the kitchen had done the same for the two of them.

Naruto sat down quietly and took a drink of water. He was embarrassed to have his mother talk that way to him in front of Hachiro…and Hinata, of course.

Kushina stood up. “Well, Hinata-chan, I’ll go get your soup, ok?” She smiled sweetly, overlooking how close her big tits were to Hachiro, and what an excellent view he had of the out of control cleavage-Kushina knew Hinata simply couldn’t help it, but sometimes it was like she didn’t even try. Still, the idea of what she’d be eating for dinner was enough to put a smile on Kushina’s face.

As his mother left the kitchen, Naruto spoke up. “So, Hachiro, why don’t you tell us a little about where you’re from?” His voice was small in the wake of his embarrassment, but he did genuinely want to know more about Hachiro. For some reason.

Hinata smiled. “Oh yes, that’s a wonderful idea.”

Hachiro sighed.

“I suppose. It’s probably a fair sight more interesting than this place, anyhow.”

Neither Naruto nor Hinata commented on the insult to their village. Hinata smiled again, he was such a joker, saying such things. What fun.

Inside the kitchen, Kushina’s eyes went to the table where the soup pot rested. A few droplets of drying semen remained on the table, and she quickly bent down, lapping at them with her tongue. She was starting to get wet again-her panties would be ruined after tonight, not really fit to be worn again she was sure. Oh well, it was more than worth it.

She picked up the soup pan, being very careful not to spill. Heading out of the kitchen, with a ladle and a small stack of bowls tucked under her arm, Kushina kept her eyes down, looking at the soup-if you could even call it that anymore. There were bits of the original ingredients, mushrooms, parsley, and so on-but all she could think about was the come, the dripping, oozing jizz Hachiro had shot out. For her, all for her. She remembered the warmth of his cock, how it bounced and shook in her hand from the sheer power of his orgasm, the thick urethra rock solid as it was packed full of rushing, coursing jizz. Kushina licked her lips, remembering the sweet, strong taste. She paused on the threshold to the rest of the house, just staring at the heavy pot of liquid in her hands. So much…she had the sudden image of diving her face into it, letting it sink into the pores of her skin, bubble up around her nose and mouth, get into strands of her hair and plaster them like sticky glue to her face.

She would open her eyes slowly under the surface, unable to see anything but the thick, white expanse. Then she would widen her mouth as far as she could go and try to gulp down all that she could. She imagined Hachiro behind her, hand on her head pushing her into the goo, forcing her to swallow or drown. And Kushina knew that she wouldn’t struggle against him, even if she started to gag on the stuff. She would drink it down or fail trying, but she wouldn’t give up.

Shaking her head quickly, she tried to snap out of her reverie, heading into the dining room. From the way it looked, she thought wildly, you’d think Hachiro and Hinata were boyfriend and girlfriend, and Naruto was the guest. Hachiro just looked like the place was his. The big-titted bimbo, too.

“Here you go, Hinata-chan. I hope you enjoy it. I made it special for you.” She placed the soup pot down in the center of the table, ladling out a thick bowlful for Hinata.

“Oh, thank you Uzumaki-san. It smells delicious!” Hinata said with a charming smile. Kushina locked eyes with Hachiro-the first time he had bothered to really look at her since Hinata showed up, and gave him a smile of her own, a small dark one. They both watched as Hinata took a steaming spoonful of the soup, popping it into her delicate pink lips. Her tongue briefly appeared, licking up the remnants of liquid from the bottom of the soup.

A flush came over Hinata’s face, and her eyes fairly sparkled. “Mmmm!” She moaned slightly. Her mouth worked, swirling the tasty dish around in her mouth. She swallowed slightly, a trickle of white liquid running down the corner of her mouth. She blushed and dabbed at it with a napkin before looking back to Kushina.

“Oh, Uzumaki-san! This is the most delicious soup I’ve ever had! Thank you so much!” She nodded her head eagerly and quickly took another few small bites of the soup. Kushina watched with vicarious enjoyment, knowing very well the taste. She quickly helped herself to a bowl, although she wished she get this particular dish straight from the source.

They ate on a bit more in silence, Hachiro focused on his salad and Hinata, eyes firmly on her cleavage as he ate quietly. Hinata ate like the polite girl she was, but was obviously animated by how wonderful she found the soup.

“I’ve never tasted anything like this before!” The white-eyed girl admitted.

Kushina motioned to Hachiro. “Well, Hachiro helped me prepare it. A special ingredient right?” She smirked at him, giving her own breasts a little shake. She may not have been as endowed as Hinata, but Kushina knew how to work what she had, especially with her top torn and packed full of her sumptuous titflesh. The precious hairpin her beloved Minato had given her was the only thing keeping her from being topless at the dinner table, a scandalous and titillating idea.

“Oh, yes.” Hachiro agreed. “And if you like it, there’s plenty more.”

After a few minutes of quiet eating, Hinata set down her spoon, having finished her bowl. Her second, surprising everyone who knew her. Hinata was normally a very light eater. “Hachiro-san, how long will you be staying in Konoha?”

Before Hachiro could answer, Kushina piped in. “For as long as he likes. We like having you, right Naruto?” She looked to her son, and her expression would brook no answer other than complete agreement, regardless of what he actually felt.

“Uh…yeah. Hachiro’s a good guest.” Naruto agreed, although inside he was thinking that Hachiro was just a big jerk. A great big, enormous, huge jerk.

“Oh good,” Hinata smiled, actually clapping her hands together lightly.

“Maybe…I can show you around, the day after tomorrow?” Naruto sputtered, choking on his own ramen.

“The day after…Hinata, you and I are supposed to go out that day, remember?” They had plans to spend time together, even if they hadn’t really decided what they’d be doing. Visiting the hot springs, possibly. Had she forgotten?

Hachiro answered Hinata’s question, ignoring Naruto. “That’s very kind of you, Hinata. I’m sure you can show me all sorts of things.”

His hand was on Hinata’s knee, unknown to the others, and Hinata shook her head, very pleased. “Oh, I’m sorry Naruto, I completely forgot we were supposed to spend time together.”

That wasn’t true at all-Hinata had in fact been quite looking forward to it, but now….well this just seemed like a better idea for some reason? Besides, she could spend time with Naruto whenever.

“You will come with us, Naruto.” Hachiro said. He didn’t ask, he didn’t suggest, he simply informed. He knew what was going to happen, and he bothered to share it with the rest of them.

Hinata smiled. “Oh that sounds wonderful. We’ll have so much fun!”

Naruto hesitated. “Oh, well, I don’t know. I-ow!” He felt a sudden blossom of pain in his shin-someone had kicked him under the table! Even someone of Naruto’s intelligence didn’t have to guess who it was.

He looked at Hachiro, who acted as though nothing had happened. His mother was looking too, curious. Red-cheeked, Naruto remembered what Hachiro had told him about not having to repeat himself.

“Uh…sorry, I bumped my foot on the table.” He lied softly.

“I’d…be happy to go with you guys. The three of us, together.” His girlfriend, and this strange, mean, irresistible boy. How could he say no? If ‘she’ hadn’t said no to this boy skullfucking her so hard she nearly passed out, he certainly couldn’t deny him this request.

“You know Naruto, you actually did really well.” Hachiro said, surprising Naruto. He sat upright, ears perked, eager to be complimented by Hachiro like a puppy awaiting a treat.

“Your girlfriend is very lovely.” Hinata blushed as Hachiro went on, trailing a hand along her neck to her forehead protector.

“What is this, a collar?” Hachiro teased.

Hinata shook her head, white eyes wide. “Oh, oh no. This is my forehead protector, with the symbol of the village.”

Hachiro’s baleful look made her realize how stupid it must seem to wear her forehead protector around her neck.

“Such pretty eyes, nice dark hair,” Hachiro continued. Nearby, Kushina’s grip on her fork was tightening, the metal twisting in her hand as her knuckles went white. Her face was noticeably blank of expression.

“And these nice, big bouncy jugs.” Hachiro finished, looking directly at the wide, pale expanse of Hinata’s titflesh. All three of them blushed, Kushina from jealously, and both Naruto and Hinata from the crude language Hachiro was using right at the dinner table. Naruto kept waiting for his mother to say something, but she was letting this bastard get away with murder. Hinata too.

“Oh, oh thank you Hachiro. You say the nicest things!” She giggled softly, waving her hand in playfulness. Naruto wanted to say something-you didn’t say such things about a girl in mixed company, and definitely not to someone else’s girlfriend right in front of her boyfriend, but again he wilted under Hachiro’s glare. He was so bold, so audacious, it seemed foolish to challenge him.

“Here,” Hinata said, leaning over to Hachiro’s plate, giving him a tremendous view of her pushed-together breasts as she did so,

“Let me get that for you.” She started serving Hachiro another helping of salad, clearing away his empty ramen bowl to the center of the table. She dropped a few tongfulls of salad onto his plate, smiling sweetly at him with a somewhat questioning look in her eyes, as if to say ‘Did I do good?’

She was closer to him now to, scooching her big teenage butt over until their chairs bumped together. Kushina stewed to herself. If this thick bitch moves over any further, she’s gonna be sitting on Hachiro’s lap! What shameless flaunting, she thought. If anyone should be sitting on Hachiro’s lap, it should be her. That was a sexy thought-the MILF on her young sexy boy’s lap, grinding the cloth of her panties against him, a wonderful little twist on normal parent-child interaction. He wondered if Hachiro might call her…’mommy?’ Oh, but that was too shameful! But Kushina could still hope.

Naruto looked to Hinata, trying to get her attention. It seemed to work, because she said, “I’m really looking forward to our date together.” Only, she was looking at Hachiro when she said it. But of course, she meant it for Naruto, right?

“Hachiro will make a wonderful guest,” Kushina said.

“He’s very clever, I’m sure he’ll pick up a lot about the village in no time.” She did think he was smart, but his brains were by far his second best feature as far as Kushina was concerned.

“Oh, yes. ” Hinata agreed, “And he’s so nice, I’m sure everyone will want to be friends with him.”

“I’m sure your parents must be very proud of you,” Kushina said.

Hachiro shrugged. “Well, I do well in my studies.”

She looked to her own son. “See, Hachiro’s a clever boy, reading and studying. Why can’t you be more like him?”

Naruto nearly gasped, stung as though his mother had just hit him. She had only ever seemed proud of him in the past, always sympathizing for his position as Jinchuriki of the ten-tails. She’d reprimanded Naruto quite a bit today-was he doing something wrong? If only he could be more like Hachiro, though. At least in one area.

Hinata looked at Hachiro’s face, studying the shape of his eyes, their nice warm brown color. Hachiro seemed to be taking a great interest in her breasts, and Hinata felt a surge of perverse pride. Truthfully, she had always been slightly ashamed of her boobs, how they sometimes got in the way of training, and running, how they always stood out in whatever she wore. But Hachiro seemed to accept them, and actually really like them. He was just so nice.

Naruto noticed of course, but he was too ashamed and by now, slightly afraid of making Hachiro or even his mother upset to say anything. Hinata noticed that Hachiro was finished eating and pushed his plate away from him. She even, without having to be asked, picked up his napkin and wiped away the last few crumbs from his lips, drawing ever closer to his face. He was being so nice to her, Hinata had to return the favor.

Hachiro granted her a little smile, and Hinata smiled back, so pleased to be favored by him. Then he stood up from the table, rudely pushing his chair back with his legs. From where she was seated, Hinata was now roughly at eyelevel with his waist, and his-

Oh my god. Hinata thought, milky-white eyes growing wide. Was that his…She blushed as she couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in Hachiro’s pants. They looked very tight, as though they were stuffed to the absolute max! It reminded her of how Naruto’s jumpsuit would tent out some times, but this was way more than that. And was it because of her? Had her big fluffy tits made this boy so…so big? Wow.

“Naruto, clean this stuff up.” Hachiro said, waving a hand at the table and the dishes. He drank the last gulps of his water, setting the glass down roughly. He barely spared Naruto a second glance-he’d given blondie an order, and it had better damn well be obeyed.

Kushina almost said something, not to object to Hachiro telling Naruto what to do but…wasn’t her place in the kitchen? She blushed at the thought. That was what Hachiro had said, what he thought, but he was just a kid. She knew better, right? And yet, if it meant pleasing Hachiro, she was happy to take care of all these dishes with a smile on her face. Normally, she and Minato switched off nights of doing the dishes, but for Hachiro she’d wash for him breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“O-okay.” Naruto said, standing up from the table.

He began gathering plates and Hinata smiled at him. “Thank you Naruto, I’m glad you’re not giving Hachiro a hard time anymore.”

Naruto nearly hung his head in shame as that as his girlfriend shifted in her seat, trying to give Hachiro a better view of her tits. If he wanted to look, well that was ok, right? It was a compliment actually, especially with Kushina dressed the way she was. She stood up, next to Hachiro. Maybe they could have some quiet conversation on the couch-together-while Naruto cleaned.

“Hinata…are you going to stay over?” Naruto asked. “It’s late.”

Kushina stood up as well, picking up the nearly empty soup pot. Like Hachiro himself, this was going to require special attention. “Naruto-kun, we already have a guest spending the night. Remember?” She swore, her son could be so empty-headed sometimes.

“Well,” Naruto blushed, taking one last stab at trying to act like a man. “Hinata can stay in my room, right?”

Hinata blushed. “Naruto-chan! You shouldn’t say such dirty things! And in front of your own mother.” She looked scandalized. While Hinata enjoyed spending time with her boyfriend, soft kisses, tender touches, you didn’t say such things.

Hachiro cleared his throat. “Well, even though it is so small, I guess you could stay in the guest room with me, Hinata? If it’s ok with Kushina?”

Naruto couldn’t believe he was calling his mother by her first name, and that she didn’t say anything about it.

“Well, ok, Hachiro. That seems fine to me. And Naruto, you shouldn’t say things like that!” Kushina snapped at him again.

“Great!” Hachiro beamed. “You will spend the night with me, Hinata.”

She nearly bounced for joy. “Oh that sounds very nice. Thank you Hachiro, you’re being so polite. And this way is smarter, Naruto, I’m sorry. But we can’t sleep together in your mother’s house. That is so shameful.” Naruto was ok with that-he trusted Hinata.

Hachiro threw anarm around Naruto’s girlfriend, pulling her body against his. Hinata almost gasped at how close his erection was to her body now, but tried to pretend not to notice.

“Come on then, Hinata,” Hachiro said, his tone as familiar as if they’d known each other for years and not less than an hour.

“Let’s get the guest room all ready for your stay.”

Naruto watched as they walked away, Hinata leaning against him slightly. “Oh, Hachiro, you’re so considerate. Thank you so much for letting me stay with you. Oooh!” Hachiro had tugged at the waistband of her pants, playfully, but Naruto smiled as Hinata batted his hand away softly-although just for an instant, it looked like there was a flash of her dark blue underwear before she hitched her pants back up her nice round rump. But Hinata did nothing as Hachiro whispered to her, “That jacket looks tight. Let me help.”

He tugged at her zipper, and her cleavage poured forth, practically flooding. Her tits just didn’t want to be contained. “Thank you!” Hinata chirped again, sounding absurd, but not to her ears.

Suddenly, Kushina was tugging on Naruto’s ear, pulling him towards the kitchen. “Hachiro told you to do the dishes, Naruto-kun!” Moaning in pain, Naruto followed.

Hachiro opened the door for Hinata, letting her walk ahead of him. What a gentleman, Hinata thought as she entered into the room. Hachiro was simply walking her ass shake with each step, and fairly slammed the door shut behind them. Hinata turned to face him, tone slightly worried.

“There’s only one bed, Hachiro-san. And it’s very small.” She thought for a moment, smiling demurely.

“Well, maybe I could sleep on the floor-uh!” Hachiro had grabbed both of her tits, his hands latched on firmly. Hinata squealed a little, her hands coming up to his wrists, but stopping before she touched him. She wasn’t going to push him away, not after he had been so nice.

Her zipper was nearly pulled down all way, and Hachiro stuck his hand right in between her titties, feeling the silky smooth skin envelop his hand in heat. He worked on her breasts through her jacket, which was already stuffed.

“You have great fuckin tits, Hinata.” He sighed a bit at the soft feeling in his hands and Hinata blushed at his language. “They’re too good for that loser Naruto.”

“Oh, you’re being silly, Hachiro. Naruto is a very nice boyfriend. I love him.” Despite this, Hinata complied as Hachiro turned her around slightly, pressing his body against her back and rubbing her tits, encircling her with his arms. He gave her ass a swat set it to jiggling, and he hit the other cheek as well, for good measure.

“And your ass is really nice too,” He said, breath right against her ear. Hinata felt warm all over, and blushed even deeper. Hachiro was acting like she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and that made her feel so nice.

“Not as nice as the MILF, but still, plenty fat and thick.” Hachiro continued. Hinata was ashamed for the both of them that he would talk about Naruto’s mother’s rear, but, well he liked hers, and that was ok. He probably couldn’t help noticing Kushina’s ass anyway, since she was wearing those small, sweaty panties for some reason.

“You’re so sweet, Hachiro. But…what am I going to wear to bed?”

Inside the kitchen, Naruto scrubbed and rinsed, almost done. He reached out a hand to take the soup pot from his mother. Kushina shook her head. “Oh, no Naruto. This pot is delicate.” She lied through her teeth. “It needs to be treated very gently. You can’t even use a sponge for a washcloth. You have to do it like this.”

She dipped her fingers inside, scooping the left over soup and jizz up. Having no place to put it, she told herself, she had to pop her fingers inside her mouth, sucking on them gently to make sure she got it all. “Yep, you have to be careful,” Kushina continued. “Oops, there’s some on the rim!” She lapped it up with her tongue, digging up another big glob with her fingers.

Naruto gave her a strange look, but quickly ignored it.

“I’ll have to ask Hachiro to help me make something else with that special ingredient for all of us.” Kushina said, dreamily thinking of that huge cock vomiting nutjuice everywhere, like an out of control fire hose.

“Alright, you take care of the rest of this, Naruto.” Kushina said, once the pot was clean.

“I have to go get ready for tomorrow.”

Naruto wondered what she meant-what was going on tomorrow that she had to get ready for right now? Still, she had a point. His jumpsuit seemed silly to wear now, for some reason, and his own boxers had been soaked through. And his net top was torn. Maybe something that was looser, just on the off chance he transformed with Naruko’s big breasts and butt again-not that he wanted to! He blushed thinking of the shame. Just a thin white t-shirt, and maybe some shorts. Naruto didn’t have a lot of shorts, though, and he’d grown slightly out of his last pair, but they’d have to do.

Inside her bedroom, Kushina rustled through her clothes. What was right? What would Hachiro like? With Hinata and her disgusting cow tits around, Kushina’s chest just couldn’t compete. Damn her! But that little girl had nothing on her ass. Kushina looked at herself in the mirror, crooking her back so she could really throw her ass out.

“Like what you see, big boy.” She whispered to herself, imaging Hachiro standing behind her. She’d have to wear makeup too, to stand out from plain-faced Hinata. Maybe tight exercise pants, that her big asscheeks would just suck in? Or this pair of tight, ripped jean shorts that exposed half of her ass?

Oh no, Kushina decided She picked up a hot pink skirt, cut dangerously low. She’d wear some high heels with this, and then whenever she wanted, she could twirl and make the skirt fly up, giving Hachiro a nice view. Maybe she’d be really naughty and not wear any panties! Speaking off…

Kushina dipped into the bathroom that adjoined the guest room and her bedroom, leaving her panties on the sink. Hopefully Hachiro would notice them and keep them, thinking of her. She kept the door to her bedroom unlocked, just in case.

Knock-knock-knock.

Hachiro fairly glowered at the door to the guest room. “I’ll get it!” Hinata said, so eager to spare Hachiro from having to do…anything at all. She fairly bounced her way to the door and opened it while Hachiro followed.

Naruto was standing there, having come to check on them. His mouth dropped in shock. Hinata was again pressed close to Hachiro, and her pants were off! She was wearing dark blue panties, more modest than his mother’s, though not by much, and long white socks that came up past her knees. Naruto had always liked her sexy legs in those. Her breasts were nearly all the way out, with the puffy dark circles of her areolas slightly visible, only the nubs of her nipples hidden from sight as her jacket’s zipper was nearly completely undone.

But that wasn’t why Naruto was standing there, agape.

“Shut your mouth, blondie, before you catch flies.” Hachiro laughed.

Hachiro…he was nearly naked too! Naruto practically drank in the sight of this bossy boy’s body. He was thin, not as muscled as Naruto, but he still looked healthy. He had thin legs, a flat pale stomach, and very modest pecs. He was only wearing white boxers that looked about a size too small. They were so thin, and so tight, that you could practically see his cock through them! The balls drooped obscenely at the bottom, and there were dark spots that might have been sweat-but Naruto thought (hoped) they were precome. The pulsing mass so visible, and it looked like if Hachiro moved the right way, the huge baseball-sized cocktip would drop out from the boxer leg.

“Sorry!” Naruto said, realizing he was staring. “I just came to make sure you two were ok.” Hinata and Hachiro acted like they were fully dressed, in a completely normal situation. And that was ok. Sure, Hachiro was a jerk, but Hinata loved Naruto, and he knew that.

“Kiss goodnight?” Naruto asked, leaning in slightly.

Softly, gently, Hinata turned his head with the tips of her fingers, avoiding his lips. Instead, she planted a soft, almost friendly kiss on his cheek. “Mwah!”

Stepping back, she smiled at him, snuggling up to Hachiro. She must have been cold without her pants, Naruto thought. And Hachiro’s body was awful warm, he remembered.

Naruto lingered in the doorway a bit, before Hachiro rolled his eyes and sighed. “Get lost, would ya?”

He shoved Naruto, pushing hard this time. The blonde stumbled back thumping into the hallway wall. Hinata smiled at Hachiro-he was so strong, so bold! Like a kicked dog, Naruto returned slightly.

“It’s time for bed.” Hachiro said significantly. “Hinata, help me get these off.”

Hinata nodded. “Oh…ok. Hanabi likes to sleep without her underwear on too.”

She said that without even thinking, redness creeping up her cheeks.. She normally wouldn’t have told anyone that, but if it was Hachiro. Her fingers dipped in between Hachiro’s boxers and his skin, with his abdomen so warm.

“Who’s Hanabi?” Hachiro asked, intrigued.

“My younger sister,” Hinata replied, leaning towards him. She had to crouch to get a good grip, and she dropped low, ass sticking out above her sock-clad ankles. Her panties showed off a good amount of spankable, pale flesh. Naruto didn’t really notice, his eyes were elsewhere.

To Naruto, it looked like the monstrous bulge in his shorts was pulsing, throbbing almost like it was his heartbeat full of hot need and life. He couldn’t help it, shamefully, in the back of his mind, he wanted to see it out in the open. Any second-

Wham!

The door swung shut and caught Naruto full in the face. Stupid of him to lean over the threshold after Hachiro told him to get lost. The lost sight he had was Hinata, crouched to get a better grip on Hachiro’s boxers, brow furrowed with concentration as she worked on the waistband.

Rubbing his cheek-he’d probably have a bruise-Naruto turned away. Why did Hinata have to be so helpful to everybody? Even to Hachiro, who’d seemed to make it his mission in life to bully Naruto around? If only he could stand up to him.

But still, Naruto thought as he laid down, suddenly erect for some reason, he trusted Hinata. She must be the reason he was hard too. What else could it be?

To Be Continued