[The Next Morning]
Bolt awoke to a bright early morning. He ruffled his medium length hair, rubbed at his eyes and, feeling it brush his skin, glanced down at the ornate ring on his finger.
'Senzaimon… What the hell is this thing? And who did you steal it from?' The dark emerald gemstone shone eerily at him as Bolt questioned its past. Still, he would achieve little from simply lying in bed. The teen rose, casting the sheet from his bed aside and headed for the shower.
With the steamy waters raining down on his naked body, Bolt planned out his next steps. As much as he'd like to do nothing but fuck his erotic aunt and mom senseless, it was clear that the reason he'd been able to push into these unchartered waters was due to the influence of the two pieces of jewellery. The Might, his ring, had amplified his desires and boosted his already immense capabilities to dominate Hinata. Meanwhile, the Heart, her necklace, was likely doing the same.
'And I guess what she desires is me.' Bolt grinned to himself. The feeling of her supple, curvy body clenching down on his shaft, massaging his every inch with her hot, wet pussy resurfaced in his mind. She was likely denying it to herself, but when she'd seen the text he sent to her sister, she'd clamped down like nothing she'd ever done before. For all her complaining and begging, his mom had a toe-curling orgasm triggered by the risky nature of their exchange.
~oOo~
Hinata slowly cut up the vegetables for breakfast, her body on autopilot as she worked. Her mind was entirely focused on the previous night.
'I can't believe I let myself get into that position. For God's sake, Hinata, you're a grown woman and you let yourself get toyed with by a teenager. Bolt might feel invincible and that might rub off but if we ever get caught, that's the end of the line.'
Then, there was Hanabi to consider. She didn't know. The mom was sure of it. If her excitable little sister had even so much as a suspicion, Hinata would be bombarded by accusations. As it stood, all that had occurred was Hanabi had distracted Naruto and allowed them to escape the toilet. Beyond that, Hinata had all her hopes pinned on whatever Bolt had cooked up. She was entirely reliant on him being competent and successful.
'So, why am I so calm…?'
~oOo~
Hanabi picked at her breakfast as they finished up, her eyes never leaving Hinata's son. As they ate together, with Naruto having left earlier, the trio shared in an awkward silence. It was clear that each had much to say but it was about who would finally crack.
"So you had a girl over yesterday." It was more of a statement than a question and it drew Hinata's gaze from her empty plate to her sister. The mom gulped a little.
"..." Her son leaned back in his chair and only smiled, offering neither confirmation nor denial.
"There's no point in being shy now, is there? I know you did." Hanabi refused to drop it, leaning forwards and offering a nice view of her chest in the pastel peach blouse she was wearing. "I was expecting a text but you're full of surprises, aren't you?"
"Hanabi…" Hinata spoke up, plucking up the courage to try to divert the conversation. "Maybe we should-"
"You were with someone, weren't you?" The navy haired mom wanted to continue.
"Yes." Bolt sold her out, earning a sharp glare from her pale violets. Fortunately, Hanabi didn't notice her angry look, too focused on the blonde's words to realise.
'Fuck! Baby, why would you admit that! Shit, what should I say?!'
"So that's why you were on your phone all afternoon… A tight little teen has you wrapped around her finger, babe?" Hinata's shoulders dropped as the tension resolved itself. Bolt was just as relaxed as always, laughing coolly at the comment.
"Something like that…"
"...I thought you'd be too tired for it."
'What?' Hinata was puzzled by her sister's words.
"What does she look like?" Hanabi pushed further and now Hinata found a new emotion emerging inside of her.
"Dark hair, gorgeous and kinky… amazing ass too." She locked eyes with her son, his dark azures on her lilacs. It was pride. Ego.
"Are you sure you're not describing me, aha?" Hanabi laughed huskily, deliberately leaning forwards to show off her average cleavage. It was a move Hinata had seen many times when they were younger. Now, it felt amusing. Her younger sister was so keen. So eager to please and be desired. And yet, for all her slutty attitude and forwardness, she couldn't tell that Bolt wasn't really interested in her or her smaller breasts.
The mom slowly palmed the beautiful necklace he'd gotten her, the one that nestled deep into her full cleavage, as her thoughts worked.
Sure, any red-blooded man was attracted to Hanabi and Bolt probably was too on some level but it was Hinata that he truly wanted. It was the milf's insane body and lewd holes that he wanted most of all. She might've almost pitied her sister but Hanabi's infuriatingly smug attitude left Hinata only feeling superior and proud.
"I was thinking about the gym today?" Hanabi began, causing Hinata to roll her eyes discreetly. The brunette played with her long hair, swishing it around as she talked up the activity. It was very obvious that she only wanted him going with her. "You should come with me babe. You're in good shape and I bet you can really work me out…"
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind." Hinata frowned openly at her son's reply. She might need to step in if things kept going. She knew Bolt wanted her more but it was hard to control him. If he was alone with Hanabi, it was likely that he'd end up fucking her brains out. Unlike her, Hinata doubted her slutty sister would prevent her son from going raw for very long and they'd cross the final line. "But, I can't."
"I'm meeting a few friends in the Wave." The teen continued, looking directly at Hinata. It felt like he was seeing through her thoughts and shot her a confident smirk as he denied Hanabi. "I'll actually be gone for about two days with the travel time."
'Oh.' Hinata pursed her lips reactively. She hadn't expected that.
"Two days?!" Hanabi vocalised what she was thinking. "I'm only here for a while, are you really running off somewhere?"
"It's only a short trip." Bolt reassured both of them, leaning back into his chair and crossing his muscular arms. The navy-haired mom found her eyes watching them flex casually as his voice sent her deep into her thoughts. "I was supposed to be visiting for a week but I said that you were visiting and so we cut it down…"
'He's going. My baby. He'll be off on a trip with his friends.'
"Oh right, you're meeting that girl, aren't you?" Hanabi huffed in an admittedly cute way but it pushed Hinata deeper.
'There is no girl as far as I know. It was my tight, slippery pussy that he was ruining in the bathroom. But then, do I even know him anymore? He was gone for so long…' Hinata pondered. Bolt's skill with his fingers and his stamina told the story of something very experienced with women. 'So there probably is someone out there? Some little girl who's been texting him and calling. Some girl who's going to keep him busy for the next two days.'
"I'll be back before you know it." It had been four days since the inciting event between them. Four days of having her needy body attended to in unimaginable ways and to mind-numbing climaxes. Her entire life had changed as Bolt had expertly used her holes for the last few days.
'...This is good.' Hinata told herself. 'Y-Yeah, it's good. We were getting more and more risky and I-'
"Babe, I thought we were finally going to spend some time together…!" Hanabi griped openly and to her surprise, Hinata realised it aligned with her own thoughts. Bolt had been breaking her mind and body down so strategically since the first night and she'd been edging closer to becoming a sex-addicted slut milf. Doing so would be the end of their family as it currently was. There would be no coming back if she allowed herself to go that far and it was clear that her son wouldn't be the one to put the brakes on.
'I won't do anything, nothing at all. I won't even touch myself…' Hinata resolved, her hands dropping between her thighs with the new pink summer dress hiking up a little.
~oOo~
"It will be good." His mom finally spoke up. Her hands were beneath the table and, given the way they pushed her mammoth tits together, they were likely between her juicy thighs for comfort. "Give us a chance to do a few boring things around the house."
"Ugh, sis, please!" Hanabi groaned, rolling her eyes before settling on him. Bolt could appreciate just how honest his aunt was. She'd been flirty before but it was obvious that she'd become fixated after he'd given her a taste. He liked that. It stroked his ego to know that she'd become his without any of Senzaimon's treasures affecting her directly. "We could come with you, babe?"
"Hanabi. Give Bolt some space… He's a teenager, I doubt he wants to be spending time with his mom and aunt."
The entire group shared a look there and it tickled Bolt on the inside. The sisters weren't aware of it yet but both were keen to spend time together.
'Mom is trying to resist still but it won't be long before they're both kneeling under my cock.'
"When are you going?" Hanabi pushed further. The fluttery blouse she wore was very nice and accentuated her neck and delicate cleavage nicely.
"After we're done here actually." The brunette pouted and folded her arms.
"Let's not make him late, Hanabi." His mom finalised, standing from her position at the end of the table and picking up their plates. Whether or not she'd acknowledged it, it was clear that she'd been releasing her inner woman. The pink dress she sported was something he'd never seen her wear before. It was body hugging and only loosened around her legs giving a clear indication of the new bra and panties she likely had underneath.
Gripping her by her thong as he plowed her grippy cunt had been an experience and he just knew that more lewd things were on the horizon.
'I'll have to wait but it will be worth it in the long run…' Bolt reminded himself as he watched her fat ass ripple on her way to the sink. A delicate finger brushed her silky navy hair behind one ear and she set about washing up, leaving him with his aunt.
"I'll be in my room packing if anyone needs me." The blonde announced, standing slowly to allow both of the women to face him and nod. Both took a second to look at his bulging crotch.
The eighteen year old headed for the stairs and within a few minutes had a small bag stuffed with clothes and other essentials. It wouldn't be a lengthy trip but it was possible that something would crop up. Investigating the drawer alone might take time if there was a built in protective measure and then there was the girl, Yodo.
'I'll need to be careful-'
"Bolt?" A small knock at the door grabbed his attention.
"Come in, Hanabi." The long brunette-haired woman walked in, her long, toned legs leading her into his bedroom for the first time. His aunt had opted for a pair of white capri pants that were loose until her calves. As she walked around his room slowly, it was clear that her tight, rounded ass filled out the extra space in the pants and so he was privy to a nice view of her backside. "Did you want something?"
He asked innocently.
"Oh, right!" Hanabi replied, spinning on her heels to approach him. In a smooth move, she closed the gap and cupped his crotch. "Something to think about while you're fucking one of your little girlfriends out there…"
"Hmm…" Bolt groaned quietly as her delicate, ring-bearing hand massaged his clothed cock eagerly. "And what's that?"
"Huh…" Hanabi smirked at his cocky answer. She hooked his jeans and slid her free hand down to grip his naked shaft. "That cocky attitude is gonna get you in trouble if you're not careful babe…"
"Seems like it's working just fine for me so far…"
"Yeah, I've got a thing for the asshole. But, if you get me all worked up like this and then blow your load two second after you get inside my teeny tiny pussy…"
"Bend over."
"Are you asking me- Ugh!" Hanabi yelped as Bolt threw her back into his bed roughly. "Oh, so now you're interested huh?"
He towered over her, her lithe toned body spread casually across his sheets. His young aunt ran a hand across her blouse, openly squeezing her pert boobs and twisting her nipples. They hardened instantly and it became clear that she'd gone without a bra this morning.
"I'm like no one you've ever had, babe… You know that…" Hanabi lay back as he approached her. Her mouth ran like crazy as she pushed a hand into her capri pants, under her panties. "There's no one out there that will take that humongous fucking cock of yours like me…"
Bolt hid his smile, instead staring down at her silently. His aunt certainly knew how to appeal to him. Her legs splayed, her pants dropping a little to show off the frilled panties she wore beneath. They were a stark black to her white pants and her tan skin. Without so much as glancing at the door behind him, the teen shuffled onto his bed. He could smell her arousal already and it piqued his appetite.
"Fuck me, Bolt. Fuck me right here and now and I will blow your mind…" Her husky voice was unbelievable and she was likely correct. She'd probably the second best fuck he'd ever had.
'Fuck, I know what I need to do but I'm still tempted… Shit.' The blonde reminded himself. He paused for a moment, kneeling between her long shapely legs and then he gripped her white pants.
~oOo~
Hinata tidied up the already tidy kitchen again and then found herself thinking about her son. Her sweet, sensitive son. Her handsome, loving son. Her hot, sexy son and his fat dick.
'Stop it, Hinata!' She chided herself, running her hands across her summery dress. The thin material let her feel all her curves and the new underwear she had beneath. For whatever reason, she'd opted for that same black thong from the night before. Putting it on in the morning while her husband got ready, she'd almost felt Bolt's hands brushing her skin again. 'What is wrong with me…?'
The milf mom found her gaze drifting to the staircase. Bolt was going away. For two whole days. Yes, she'd gone years without him around but two days was a long time in the end.
'Two days without the touch of a man…' Hinata pinched herself hard on the arm and forced herself to walk out into the garden. Again, her gaze drifted to Bolt's closed window and she wondered about going up to see him. 'Just to say a proper goodbye… He's going for a while and who knows what his friends are going to get up to… Maybe I should just suck his cock a little to help take the edge off?'
The navy haired woman shook her head violently, her supple curves jiggling obscenely at the motion.
'No no no! Hinata, what are you talking about?! He's your son!' Hinata pushed herself as far from the house as she could get in the garden, the gentle summer breeze catching the base of her dress where it loosened a bit and wafting her hair across her face. 'Though, if I'm dreading the time, he's probably annoyed too…'
Her large, pale violet eyes went up to his bedroom window again.
'Are you angry you have to go baby? Are you going to struggle without me around to pump your thick cum from your big balls? Are you going to get angry and fight with your friends because I'm not waiting for you in the bedroom at night?' Hinata felt her cunt twitch at the thought. 'Or is there some hussy out there who's going to choke trying to drink your load? Who's going to flinch when you mark her face with your hot semen? Who's going to let you fuck her raw…?'
Her face fell at the very notion. Hinata had been edging to depravity but this was a sharp reminder. It was insanity to even think about it. To even consider for one stupid second.
'I'm obviously going off the deep end and Bolt's to blame. Before all this sex, I was a sensible, mature woman.' Hinata paced up and down the grass, still staying as far from her son's presence as possible, as she convinced herself. 'Yes, I'm going to stop. Bolt will go to his friends, to his… girl… and I will sit here and do nothing.'
"I won't even think about touching myself!" Hinata flinched as she accidentally vocalised the final thought. Her head ducked and she covered her mouth in embarrassment. There was no one around the large compound of course but the one she wanted to avoid the most was still only upstairs in his bedroom. With a dark blush on her cheeks and a worrying wet patch on her thong, Hinata decided it would be good to sit out here and perhaps to avoid seeing her handsome son off at all.
~oOo~
"Holyyy fuckinggg shittttt…!" Hanabi hissed erotically, craning her neck at a likely painful angle to watch him work her over. Bolt drank more of her juices, running his hot tongue across every bump and curve of her pussy lips.
"Hmm…" He hummed deeply, slapping his tongue wetly against her seeping mound as she writhed and moaned and whimpered. Bolt glanced up at her only occasionally, denying her the feeling of connection while simultaneously devouring her cunt.
"Shit, Bolt! Unnghh! That left side, please…!" He smirked as she begged for the first time, his lips curling against her lower ones. Her tang was similar to her sister's and, though he definitely preferred Hinata's, the teen happily swallowed her essence over and over. The bald mound was something he liked too and something he had plenty of contact with as Hanabi repeatedly ground her body into his face.
Bolt appeased her requests, focusing his tongue on the left side with his tongue flitting back and forth firmly. Each swipe of his wet muscle caused a subtly vibration to shift through her and he'd only give it up to tackle her protruding clit.
"Ohhmmmmfuuuucckkiing goooooddddd…!" Hanabi screamed, throwing her head back and giving up on hopes of watching him work. He rewarded her obedience by thrusting into her hole again and scooping her juices directly from the inside.
"Uff… Hmmm…" He huffed and groaned, his hands holding her taut thighs firm and stopping her from wrapping her legs around his face.
"Yessss… Babe… I'm incredible right? My pussy is so tight and small and cute!" She was getting incredibly loud now but Bolt was keen to break her. "I'm hotter and tighter and dirtier than any little whore that's got your number- Unngh!"
Another violent quiver as Bolt knew she was on the verge of orgasm. Her clit was a blushing pink and pulsed with desire for his attention. Just a little bit too much and she'd implode.
"What other slut would let you do this with their sister just downstairs?" Bolt smirked at that, pausing his work to rise up for the first time in a while. Hanabi lay a sweaty mess, her long brown hair splayed out across his pillows. Her nipples poked through her thin blouse like steel and it was a surprise she wasn't rubbing them as he worked.
'Then again…' He looked at her fists balled up firmly in his sheets for support and it only added to his arrogance.
"You're right. Only a filthy fucking whore would do that…" Bolt leaned over her, dominating her space before reaching for her neck.
"Ughhh…" She groaned excitedly as his fingers wrapped around her throat. The noise was almost indescribably hot and though he'd managed to hold back until that, in the moment, his cock demanded release. The sight of her gaping up at him, slack jawed and tongue lolling under his strength, his dick so close to her incredible pussy. It was too much. Almost.
"Turn around." He commanded her, though he had no intention of waiting for her to do it.
"Ahh~!" His aunt cried lewdly as he gripped her shoulder and flipped her firmly. Bolt slithered back to the edge of the bed and then gulped at the sight she offered him. Her chest pressed firmly into the bed, her face buried in his pillows, while her back arched so she could offer her ass to him on her knees.
"God, this ass is awesome." He palmed her toned, taut cheeks and squeezed them delightfully. The shape of her peach was mind boggling, the culmination of an inferior version of the natural genetics her sister made use of and hours of training.
"I work really hard to keep it tight." She mumbled, twisting her neck to lay cheekside on his pillow. Bolt reached down and adjusted his throbbing meat, trying to stifle his insane desire to take her there and then.
"I bet. I'd split you in half if I pushed my cock in there."
"You'd ruin my ass. Do you know how many guys have begged me to even just have me sit on their faces? I'd let you fuck it everyday." Her pussy spewed juices all down her tan thighs, the neat slit calling out to him almost as much as the smooth, puckered asshole above it. She was mesmerising in that moment.
'Fuck, that thing would spoil me forever. No girl would ever compete…'
"Hmmghh!" Bolt dove forwards and, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulled her close to begin eating her ass.
"Unngh! Ahhn!" His slutty aunt mewled and cried as he dragged his tongue across the brown hole only once before sliding in immediately. The incredible tightness was amazing on his muscle as was the taste. Hanabi had obviously prepared herself for this very occasion, planning to use her best asset to her advantage, and cleaned herself for him. The smell of a lavender oil exuded from her butt and coupled with that heady smell of her pussy made for a tantalising combination.
"Ohhh… Shiiiiitttttt…!" His whore partner quivered, bouncing her hips up and down to get more of him. Her pussy, her lips, her ass and her crack all received the attention of his hungry tongue and Bolt ate her out with erratic energy. His nose and cheeks slapped against firm taut flesh and soft wet holes while his eyes were gifted one of the more erotic views of his life. "Yes, babe! Yes! Eat it!"
"Unnghh." Bolt groaned in response, savouring the taste of her ass and pussy in conjunction, dragging his tongue flatly across both in one smooth move when she stayed still enough for him to do so. He wanted to take his time. He wanted to take her for a ride that she would never forget for the rest of her slut life.
But she got cocky.
His aunt rose to her elbows, then her palms, shifting the angle for him before reaching behind herself to grip his head and hair.
"Why don't I give you something to think about while you're out there. Something to be dreaming about while you put your tip inside of a loose, lazy cunt?"
Bolt smirked and roughly spanked her.
"Shut up."
"What-" He slapped her juicy cheeks even harder.
"Shut up."
"..." He could picture his aunt biting her soft lips as she creamed hard from his attention. As a reward, he massaged her reddening cheeks.
"Good girl. What do you want?"
"...I want to cum…" She whimpered, her holes puckering and flashing as she swayed her hips for him.
"How badly?"
"Bolt, please make me cum. I want your amazing tongue deep inside my ass and my sopping pussy. I want you to make me cum hard all over your bed. To make me cum with your Mom clueless downstairs…"
'Fuckkkkkk…' Bolt groaned inwardly. Hearing Hanabi voice her true desires felt incredible as did seeing her so on edge. He acquiesced her request.
"Hmmmphh!" The blonde teen placed his hands on her juicy cheeks, thumbs angled inwards as he spread her delicious asshole.
"Ha…" She hissed softly and pushed him on. Bolt lowered his head to the gaping hole and leaned in for a slow, deliberate kiss. "Hmm~~ That's it babe…"
The teen kissed her again, at her left cheek, then further down on that sensitive left side of her pussy lips. Her whole toned form shook at that. Then, he exploded into action and his partner bit down hard on his pillow to prevent herself from screaming the house down. After all, as far as she was concerned, they didn't want his mom finding out.
For the next few minutes, Bolt ignored himself entirely, unselfishly giving her the tonguing of a lifetime. Every crevice, every bump and ridge, all of her was tasted and sampled, sucked and slapped until she was a sprawling, sweaty mess. Everything was building to an intense, mind-breaking orgasm far beyond even what he'd given her in that changing room. Hanabi knew it and so she was still. She whimpered and shook of course, such was the nature of their activity, but she remained docile. Changing nothing to ensure he continued to give her what he was giving her now.
Finally, as her clit turned a dark red and her ass jiggled enticingly, Bolt knew she was peaking. By refusing her smaller climaxes through intentional changes in his technique, he'd brought her to the greatest height possible.
"Ohhhnnnn fuck, I'm gonna cum Bolt! I'm gonna fucking cum so hard~!" She gasped through heavy breaths. "Put it in me now! Let me finish with you inside me!"
She revealed herself once more and her nephew smirked, knowing he'd made the right decision all along. Her hot, quaking body, her soft supple flesh and her gripping holes all needed only a single push and she would melt. She would experience pleasure like none other.
And so he pulled away.
After a few moments, she whined. After a few more, her fingers searched out her pussy only to find his hands slapping them away.
"W-What?" She turned and froze at the sight of him staring down at her. Bolt did his best to appear all powerful in that moment. To dominate her completely.
'You're a free spirited slut alright, Hanabi but you're not mine yet.' He then smirked, his dark blue eyes mesmerising her. 'You will be though.'
"You-"
"I want you to wait." He cut her off casually and shrugged off the look of incomprehensible confusion she gave him.
"I was sooo close babe, just one more second and I'd be-"
"Wait." He silenced her before slowly pulling back. Reaching under the bed, their eyes locked, blue on brown as the teen presented her with a glinting piece of silvery metal. It was instantly recognisable to him and would certainly be to a woman of her experience. Hanabi's eyes rightfully went wide at the sight of it, exasperation on her face as he almost left her speechless.
"Bolt, don't tease me. You don't know what I'm capable of." The teen didn't shift his cold expression. Instead, he tossed the item up into the air and watched her eyes follow it hypnotically. A small, silver butt plug. On its own, it was kinky sure but nothing insane. It was the meaning in that moment that was causing his aunt to react the way she was.
"I'm going to head out in a minute." Her pussy and inner thighs were a mess of sex juices and his spit as were his lips but neither cared.
'I know you will do this. You can't resist it… and once you do…' Bolt presented the bulging acorn shaped item with a small handle to it. Though well made, it was broken to him. The grip that was used to remove it had a hexagonal hole within it where a gaudy fake gem had been. If anything, this would serve as an even greater show of power.
"When I leave, you'll wear it and then go to clean yourself up." Hanabi could hardly believe what she was hearing. Not only was he rejecting her advances, her offer to plow her no doubt spectacular pussy and ass but he was demanding she humiliate herself for him further. "You won't cum."
Hanabi's face told him everything he needed to know.
'You thought I was just another cocky teen to fuck and dump when you got bored. A notch that you would use to spite Mom. Well, Aunt Hanabi, we'll see about that…'
"I'll be expecting a picture for proof." That triggered Hanabi who sat up in pure shock.
"What makes you think that I'll do it? Maybe I'll go out and get some random guy to fuck my brains out instead?" Her brown eyes were wide with the challenge to him.
"You could, but I like my women loyal. I want my whores to be mine." Bolt's azure eyes were dark and dominating, focused intensely on her as he could feel his ring, The Might, surging with power. "If you cum while I'm gone, I will know and you'll never get the chance again."
"..." Hanabi was stunned, her breath catching mid way as she sat speechless.
'For all she thinks of me, I'm not a god.' Her silence continued, her eyes open. 'Yet, she's considering it.' The realisation that his plan had worked was a rush of euphoria. He delighted in having resisted his desire to throw her down and fuck her brain out, knowing that he'd opened an entirely new chapter of their relationship.
With all the confidence in the world, Bolt tossed the buttplug onto the bed and turned to grab his packed bag. His aunt stared on at him, her eyes drilling into the back of his head until he stepped through his doorway arrogantly. As she watched him finally leave, the reality set in and she cursed him out.
"You fucking asshole."
Bolt smirked darkly at that, knowing certainly that the minute she could she'd be desperately playing with herself. Yearning for the sweet release of climax yet unable to per his command and further, knowing that only he could give her the kind of ending she truly desired.
Bolt disembarked from the taxi having kept a low profile. While his last trip here was for the sake of discovery, now he wanted to be anonymous. Discovery this time would mean extra attention on him and he was keen to avoid it until he truly understood the gifts he'd attained. Pulling his wide hood low, the blonde paid his dues and walked through the slightly overcast evening in Nima.
It was a short walk to the meeting place, made a little longer by the more discrete route Bolt took, but soon the teen was at a small restaurant. A sultry blonde greeted him there, with a pair of tights and a thin tube top. It was her.
"Hey, you're here…!" She was excited, flashing him a hurried smile before tempering herself as she approached him. "Come here, sit with me."
Yodo took his hand and dragged Bolt to the table she was at. A corner booth thankfully that was out of view of most people.
'Did she choose this intentionally?' He wondered for a moment.
"Do you want something to eat?" The lithe girl offered generously, and rather uncharacteristically he thought. She shifted a menu his way and then leaned in close. "I mean, I'm not on there but you can always have a piece of me too…"
There was a charming wink and Bolt smiled at her.
'I bet that often works for her…'
"I'll be okay. What did you find out?"
"Hmm…" Yodo pouted, pushing her lips out and purring a little in faux hurt. "I'm all but throwing myself at you and you won't even play along? So bad…" The slight grin that followed betrayed her true feeling.
'She thinks that she's in control here. That I'm stuck because she knows about the treasures and this curse…'
"..."
"I suppose I should've guessed you were a bad guy when you fucked me and my friend in the same bed…" Her teasing tone and words admittedly had an effect on Bolt's body. It had been a fairly long trip and he'd been getting off multiple times a day until the break. Usually, he'd likely jump at a chance like the one Yodo was offering.
'But... ' Bolt willed his budding erection away. 'I'm afraid you just don't meet the standard anymore…'
"I don't have time for this. If you know something, I want to know it." He laid out plainly, leaning back into the seat and exposing his dark azure eyes for the first time. Her irises locked with his dominant gaze and she took a hitched breath before speaking up again.
"I think it's fair we trade." Yodo held her own, her voice only cracking a little in a showcase of her wild and confident nature.
"A trade?" Bolt questioned carefully. There was a lot she could ask for and realistically not much he could provide. Money was out of the question unless he stole from his family and using the power of Senzaimon's treasures was still an unknown variable.
"I want you to convince my friend to come back."
"Huh?" Bolt wasn't sure what to make of the request. Yodo leaned in close, her supple chest angling itself and offering him a glimpse of her areolas. Of course, with that tiny tube top she'd gone braless.
"My friend. The one who you met that first night, the brunette."
"I still don't get it." The teen admitted to her, crossing his toned arms over his chest in confusion.
'Money would've been a simple request, especially from someone having to share an apartment.'
"She left. The morning after we got nasty, I showed her the video. She didn't say anything or do anything. She just got up, grabbed her stuff and left." Bolt nodded slowly, his mind taking in the details. "I haven't seen her since then."
"And you want me to help you guys make up?" It seemed a bizarre thing to ask him. The person who, looking at the situation objectively, had broken their friendship.
"Pfft...aha! Hahahah" She started laughing. "HAHAAHA!" Screeching with uproarious laughter and delight in a crazed manner that grew louder and louder until she still suddenly stopped. Her hand darted out and stroked his chest hungrily, the black fingernails catching his eye. "No, Bolt, I want you to use the ring to make her come back…"
A pin drop silence came over them, as if the subtle chatter and clinking cutlery vanished, as if they were suddenly in a world of their own.
"And then I want you to fuck me in front of her."
'...Oh, she's crazy…' Bolt realised, watching as a demented smirk came across her lips. Her eyes grew wide and her lips moved so quickly that he wondered if she hadn't practised this.
"I want you to rail me into her bed so fucking hard that she knows she will never be better than me. I want you to ruin me and I will break her. That prissy, stuck-up, fucking cunt whore will leave her own apartment screaming and clawing and crying as she watches me ride your fat dick again and again."
"You want me to bring her back, so that you can fuck your friend over… again?" Bolt tried to comprehend what was going on.
'They are friends, aren't they?'
"Oh, hun, I want my bestie to come watch me get plowed in every hole live. She will get to see the best sex she's ever seen, the hottest, filthiest, dirtiest rutting that is possible and then she'll bawl her fucking eyes out that she's not me." The tiny temptress continued insanely. "She thinks she can just walk away as if she didn't care that I fucked you next to her. No! She'll freak out like the loser that she is and then she'll know her place as my bitch! Ha… Hahah…. Ah…"
Bolt looked on at the girl, panting and huffing at the end of her speech, and wondered what the best course of action here was. It was clear that she was crazy.
'Completely, fundamentally, batshit crazy more like!' But he needed her and so, with his brain whirring, the teen began to speak.
"Yodo. You went to the house, didn't you?" It had to be true. How else would she know more? Unless there were more surviving documents.
"Yes." She replied, her eyes calming slightly under his words.
"You went into the drawer, didn't you?" She gulped, as if suddenly remembering the reality of her situation.
"You killed that guy…" Bolt wasn't about to give up a gift handed to him so perfectly and so he didn't explicitly deny her belief.
What was in the drawer…?" He kept his tone low and dark, shifting close and moving his hand under the table to grip her leg.
"Ah…" She whimpered a little, lowering her gaze to his free hand. Slowly, so she could watch him make his approach, Bolt wrapped his fingers around her throat and tilted her head up to him. Her mouth gaped and she quivered under his touch, her tongue lolling out slickly. Bolt's ego was stroked as he saw that even without the ring, he'd broken Yodo's brain. Tamed her wild nature to his will and to do his bidding.
"Give me the drawer."
"I- I want-" Yodo was desperate after having been ignored by him for so long.
'She knows I'll never see her again once I get it. But her sick, twisted desires will never happen if she turns me down.'
"Give it to me."
"O-okay…" Yodo gulped and Bolt smirked arrogantly. He had no intention of fucking her. With absurdly curvy and raunchy sluts like Hinata and Hanabi waiting for him, he was just not all that attracted to her and she was not the kind of crazy he liked.
'Still, this is definitely something I can use to my advantage…' Bolt noted. If his plans worked out, then he'd have both Hyuuga milfs bouncing on his lap but this served as a cautionary tale of how to go about treating them. He couldn't afford to pit them against one another. Perhaps Yodo was just insane from the start and truly hated her so-called friend but he'd not helped matters by playing into her superiority. He'd told her all those things when they fucked because she wanted to hear them but with his mom and aunt, Bolt would be more careful.
~oOo~
Hinata moved around the kitchen without a goal in mind. There was a new spec of dust on the counter which had appeared in the five minutes since she'd last been around and she swept it up quickly. The house was unfortunately spotless. Every room had been thoroughly cleaned up by the cleaning staff that Hanabi had hired using Hinata's purse the night before and it left the mom with nothing to distract her.
Hinata glanced at the delicate watch she had on and noted it was three o'clock in the afternoon. Usually, she'd still be finishing Bolt's room around this time.
'Bolt…' Her mind found itself on her son again and immediately, she began scrubbing the surface top vigorously. She needed to keep him off her mind. Hinata thought about her friends, about her husband and then about her sister. Hanabi had been a ghost since her son had left. The whirlwind that had been the brunette's initial appearance was seemingly gone, and replaced only by the occasional footsteps of her padding through the large house.
It all left Hinata with entirely too much time. Too much time to think about how her skin hadn't been caressed all day, about how no one had called out to her, about how she'd not been given any pleasure at all.
'Hinata stop!' The mature woman chided herself. 'You've had years of holding on. Years! This is just a phase… That's it…' She leaned against the counter chair, hands dropping in between her thick thighs. 'It's just a crazy, crazy phase…'
The violet-eyed milf closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. By the time the breath ended, her hand was cupping her mound through her baggy jeans.
"Unnhh…" Hinata mewled at the feel of it. She'd worn the most boring thing she could think of today. A pair of plain, white granny panties and baggy jeans paired with a plain white bra and baggy t-shirt. And even then, she was so hot. Glancing at herself in a mirror, Hinata saw how her lewd body contorted the items to something sexy. Then there was the fact it was Bolt's t-shirt.
That wasn't intentional. It was just that Naruto's were too small to hang over her like Bolt's did. Her husband didn't have the large, muscled torso that he did. Naruto's muscles didn't ripple the way Bolt's did, neither did his smirk invoke her needy body, nor did his cock reach deep inside her.
'I wonder what he's doing right now…' Hinata briefly wondered before catching herself. She wrenched her hands away from her horny form and denied herself action. 'Come on Hinata, you told yourself you would do this! It's just until tomorrow!'
"Hey, you're still here…" Hanabi's husky voice thankfully provided a distraction and Hinata latched onto her younger sister's words.
"Of course, there's still things to do."
"Ha…" Hanabi snorted as she reached into the fridge for a drink. The small stringer vest she wore exposed her tan arms and the low hanging chains at her neck. They suited her and matched her helix piercings nicely. "There's literally nothing to do, sis. Why don't you just go out or something?"
"There's a lot of smaller stuff I don't normally get time to do… Besides, I like doing it…"
"Oh, please!" Hanabi frowned, placing the can of beer down to roll her eyes dramatically. "You hate housework. You just lied to yourself that it was what a 'good wife' would do…"
"That's not true… I-" Hinata tried but Hanabi was already distracted and heading for the pool.
'God, what put her in such a bitchy mood…'
~oOo~
Hinata shifted her position for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes as the tv programme ran on and on. It was some soap opera that seemed to join in with everything else in reminding her of what she wanted to forget . The lead of the show was sleeping with a younger man who was currently nuzzling her neck after having presumably fucked her brains out. He was decent looking, good for tv certainly but she couldn't help but make comparisons to her own son.
Bolt had sharper features, more dazzling eyes and a smile that had girls melting. The older actress was even less impressive. Where before, Hinata might have been generous, she found herself cruelly summing up the woman as washed up and withered. Her body was certainly nothing special and her face was aging badly.
'Come on, Hinata! This isn't you…' The navy haired milf shook her head as she caught herself being harsh again. The lack of attention was getting to her.
After a few more minutes of watching, the french doors pulled open and Hinata turned to find her younger sister, slightly out of breath and sweating. Hanabi looked warm but simultaneously her nipples were hard and it told the older sister everything she needed to know.
'She's been masturbating.' Finding an outlet, Hinata exploded into action.
"Are you kidding me?!" She screamed, rising from the couch to cut off the brunette.
"What?" Hanabi's brown eyes narrowed in annoyance immediately and that pissed Hinata off even more.
"Don't you 'what' me! Are you kidding me? You're at my house, Hanabi, in my garden, not your flat! What if someone saw you?!"
"Huh." Hanabi huffed with scowling lips. "Who the fuck is going to see me here? You live in the middle of nowhere…!" She threw her towel over her shoulder and attempted to side step the mom only to be cut off again.
"Just because it's a big house doesn't mean we don't have neighbours, Hanabi! What if one of them noticed that you were… what you were doing!" Hinata fumed at her careless counterpart. The younger Hyuuga had never been wary of the consequences of her actions, always leaving it for Hinata to worry about and fix.
"God, would you shut up?" Hanabi turned venomous, pointing a rude finger at Hinata's pretty face. "We're not kids anymore and I can do what I like."
"How dare you-"
"Oh and don't try to get on some high horse with me. Until you started living this fake life, you'd have been right there with me, with your fingers buried deep in your pussy." Hanabi snapped at her.
"Excuse me! I'm not being fake!" Hinata blocked Hanabi's second attempt at escape, rounding her and reaching out to grab the towel firmly. She wouldn't get away so easily. "I'm not who I used to be. But hey, thanks for showing me that you're exactly who you used to be."
The violet-eyed babe leaned in close and their bodies pressed together by nature of their large busts.
"A slut, who can't go two minutes with getting off even if it means jilling off in a garden where your nephew might see you."
"..." Hanabi went silent, her lips pursing and turning a ferocious white as the blood ran from them. Hinata meanwhile stepped back and folded her arms beneath her bust. It was a tad harsh but it needed to be said. The younger sister needed to know that what she was doing was wrong and that there was a clear line of right and wrong.
'She needs to know that, no matter how good it might feel to do the wrong thing. No matter how good it might feel to ignore what people tell you is right in favour of pure, decadent, luxurious pleasure. That it is wrong.'
"Well…' Hinata thought it was probably best to leave it alone now but she was so worked up whenever she was alone with her thoughts that she felt this might be better. If only to keep Hanabi talking to her and distracting her from the distinct lack of thick cock inside of her. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"
"No."
'Huh?' Hanabi seemed to unravel, all the white hot rage inside of her fizzling with that single word and it threw Hinata. The navy haired mom ran her eyes over her sister's body and noted that her bikini bottoms had a huge wet patch at their gusset but Hanabi's thighs were clean. Usually, she would have gushed enough to soak them when she came.
"But you know, maybe if you weren't such a boring stiff now, you'd be able actually be able to get your husband to fuck you every once in a while."
~oOo~
"What does it say…?" Yodo asked tentatively, her initial attitude dulled after he was harsher with her. Bolt might not have minded telling her back when he didn't know she was crazy but there was no way he'd share it with her now. That being said he himself didn't know what exactly to make of it.
'Senzaimon's Heart and Might, treasures of unknown origin that just fell into the Karashi family's hands…' The blonde looked over the small notepad that was held within the desk drawer. It was clear given Yodo's feral mindset that she'd given him everything and so it should have been the clue that he needed.
'Yodo's text must have been based on this line…' Bolt clarified for himself, looking over the final page in the notepad again. 'You must take care, Wakamatsu. The treasures are not meant for the weak and offer their support only to those who show themselves to be worthy. Anything subpar is rejected and the treasures work against them.'
"Well?" Bolt ignored her insistence, leaning further against the large tree and perusing the notes leisurely. There were many, many mentions of the Karashi family. Drafts of the ultimate letter for this Wakamatsu. Even some drawings and sketches. All irrelevant. From what the writer had put, it seemed that Senzaimon's treasures cared little about history or lineage. The Karashi family had simply held onto them for a long time and utilised their abilities. Therefore, Bolt was at no risk of simply being rejected outright.
"I'm going to get some food. Don't follow me."
"But-"
"When I'm done, I'll meet you at your flat…" Bolt stared down at her trying to be as intimidating as possible and latched on at the moment her eyes quaked a little. "If you do, I'll have a little reward for you."
Her face lit up immediately, her body springing with excitement and she all but jumped onto him.
"Okay! Yes, yeah…" She tried to calm herself, taking on that initial cool demeanor she held. "I'l see you later then... stud…"
Bolt watched her turn and sway her perky ass overtly as she walked away. A moment later, he turned himself and began heading in the opposite direction.
'Thank fuck for that.' He had no intention of ever returning. Not when he had two amazing women waiting for him back home. The teen left with only one real thought. 'Hopefully, I never see that crazy woman again!'
~oOo~
Chop!
Hinata huffed loudly.
Chop! Chop! Chop!
The navy-haired mom moved the knife more roughly than she usually would, her head twisting often to the living room couch through the window cutout. Her lazy, slob sister lay there, chewing on a lollipop like a child as she watched Hinata's TV.
'Ugh!'
Chop!
"Hey, can you keep it down, I'm trying to watch this."
'Hey, can you keep it down, I'm trying not to throw these carrots at you…' Hinata smirked to herself at the thought and appreciated the relief it gave her. It was evening now, nearly 7pm and Hanabi had been around more but it wasn't helpful in the way Hinata had hoped. Instead, the older sister was annoyed at every single moment.
Sure they'd not lived together for almost two decades now but it was ridiculous. Hanabi was messy and loud and apparently refused to wear a bra.
'It's obscene.' Hinata chided the younger woman internally.
"Sis… Sis!" Hanabi shouted out to her and Hinata raised her head from the chopping board to see the brunette staring at her expectantly.
"What?" Hinata couldn't hold back the frustration in her curt response. Hanabi was really pissing her off.
"I'm thinking no cucumbers in the salad."
"Hah…" Hinata scoffed before she even realised and Hanabi was on her feet a mere moment after.
"What's that reaction supposed to mean?" Her husky voice turned sour and whiny in Hinata's ears.
"...Cucumbers are good for you."
"Okay, I didn't say they weren't." Hanabi quickly came back, stepping closer to the kitchen. Her loose stringer vest was dropping off one shoulder entirely and the other was dangerously close to falling too. "I said I didn't want them. What's with the reaction?"
'Just let it go, Hinata… Just-'
"Oh, I suppose Naruto doesn't like you having whole cucumbers around. Never know what wild ideas you might get, huh?"
"What?" Hinata snapped. Her large, pale violet eyes locked with Hanabi's browns and her arms instinctively crossed under her chest. "What are you even talking about Hanabi?"
"Oh, you know exactly what I mean!" The younger Hyuuga's tone was rife with insinuation and it provoked Hinata like no one else could.
"Right, like I'm the one with the problem. It's not my fault that you can't even look at a vegetable without thinking about how it will fit in your pussy!"
"What the fuck did you say to me?!" Hanabi rounded the pillar and suddenly they were face to face in the bright lights of the kitchen. The knife and chopping board were forgotten as the sisters came to a head.
"You heard me, slut!"
"Hah! Go ahead then, put the cucumbers in. Enjoy chopping up the only thing that'll go near your dusty cunt!" Hanabi all but screamed at her, her usually pretty face scrunched up in violent anger.
"Don't you dare use that tone with me, you little bitch!"
"Yeah, well make me Hinata. We're not kids anymore and you can't go crying to Dad about it whenever you feel like." Hanabi smirked and took a step back only for Hinata to lurch forwards. The smug little whore wouldn't get away that easily.
'You picked the wrong day to turn into a total bitch!'
"This is my house and you think that you can act up!" Hinata glared at the brunette, her emotions heightened to points she'd forgotten she could even get to. "You think that you can walk in, clothes falling off your body and acting like you own the place. You think you can flirt with my son and get away with it."
No. Hanabi would know that Bolt was off-limits. She wouldn't have her sweet, perfect son corrupted.
"HAHAHA! That's a nice try, sis. Except..." Hanabi laughed fakely, wiping away a fake tear and then snapping into a smug smirk. Her words slowed and she spat them out with vicious intent. "Your perfect little baby would love nothing more than to put his big, big dick inside of a dirty milf…"
Hinata almost recoiled at that, her body undeniably reacting to it.
'Fuck, just hearing about him has me so hot…' The milf admitted to herself as she felt her nipples harden and her cunt twitch. It had been a full day at this point and Bolt would be back tomorrow. 'Soon…'
She thought, feeling a sense of relief come over her, only to catch Hanabi's expression and for it to switch horribly into anger and jealousy. The brunette whore thought that Bolt wanted her. Worse, she'd talked about some prissy little bitch that Bolt was out fucking at the moment.
"Sure, I bet that what he wants is some washed up skank who can't hold down a boyfriend or a job!"
"That's-" Hanabi tried but Hinata was seeing red. Her body was so hungry for attention and instead she was being demeaned by her little sister.
"Some hoe who would sooner suck dick than pick up a kitchen knife. Well, guess what, Hanabi. Bolt only fucks the best and hottest women." The Hyuuga sisters stared at each other for a second before Hinata finally concluded. "And I think we both know you're not even the hottest woman in this room."
~oOo~
Bolt entered his single-night hotel room and immediately set about going through the notepad. There must have been something more to it. There had to be.
"Okay… If we put aside this stuff…" The blonde teen voiced aloud as his dark azure eyes scanned the pages again.
The core facts were here. Senzaimon's treasures were not understood but trial and error and taught the Karashi family some things. Wakamatsu's uncle and the writer's brother had succumbed to the 'curse' after trying to use the ring to bolster his failing business.
"Cannot change things too much then. Or can't influence things beyond a certain point." Bolt summed that up to.
The sisters of their grandfather, the actual grandfather who'd successfully used the treasures to craft a spectacular tale, had tried to take the necklace, the Heart. It had promptly rejected them too and they wound up losing their minds.
"So punishment can come in the way of physical and mental… Though, it depends what they tried to use the powers for."
Finally, and most importantly, there was the word. Seishin, meaning 'Mind'. It had headed the letter to Wakamatsu. It seemed that the user's mind was key. Their willpower decided if they were able to use the treasures but it was the mind that controlled how. What was it that he wanted then?
'Power and women are one thing but when I set out to find something, what was the point?' Bolt asked himself. He tried to remember how he'd felt setting out on that journey. Initially, he'd thought of it as fun or a way to spend his time but now it felt more like self-discovery.
'All my life, I felt that there was something else. Something beyond rules and laws and structure…' Bolt felt his head bob slightly, his eyes growing heavy. The ring hummed slightly around his finger and his thoughts thickened. All his life, he'd grown with order in place and that taught him he was to become strong, to support those around him and to help the weak. To find a nice, homely girl and to build a family. '...How fucking boring…'
His eyes drifted again and the black of sleep threatened to hit him as his mind went to that first day. The feeling of seeing his absurdly hot mom bouncing around, of seeing her dote on him and wear the things he gave her. Of seeing her juicy ass and jiggling tits on display and being reminded that it wasn't his to take. He'd initially resisted, perhaps a little conflicted even but Hinata Hyuuga was too much for any hot-blooded man.
Seeing that picture of her, a modest but small bikini barely containing her erotic curves, it was too much. It was as if a switch was activated in him and before he knew it he was pumping his throbbing dick in a fever of excitement. His mind had decided then that rules were for the weak and unable and fools. He wanted her and he could take her. He would. Then, as if called to him, she appeared. Soft and supple and wet.
As he fell into a midnight haze, Senzaimon's Might seemed to pulse at him. It was warm and fluttering. Meaningless really and yet it seemed to tell Bolt everything he needed to know.
There was nothing to fear. So long as he trusted in himself and acted on his truest and most base desires, it would support him. Senzaimon's treasure would bend to his will and with it, he would ruin Hinata in all the filthiest and most depraved ways possible.
As it stood, his mind wandered to that place.
'I wonder how they're getting on…'
~oOo~
Hinata whimpered quietly as she found her hands teasing her rigid nipple over the cloth while laying atop her bedsheets.
'This is fine right…' She tried to argue against herself. 'I'm not doing anything really…'
Her fingers brushed that sensitive pink nub again as another began to stroke her soft thighs. She wasn't really masturbating so it wasn't a problem. As thoughts of her stud son using his tongue and fingers went through her mind, another part justified it.
'He's not even here so I'm not cheating on Naruto… and I'm not failing my own rules. I said I wouldn't touch myself…''
"Yeah… hmm…" She mewled softly as her slender fingers cupped her hungry mound. "And I won't…" The Hyuuga heir adjusted her position, rising a bit to lean against the plump pillows and shift her angle. Her hips rocked slowly, grinding her crotch agonizingly slowly. Still, the minute sensation, combined with the methodical teasing of her breasts to make for a reasonable feeling. "Baby… yess..."
Her breathing was hot in the cool night air, puffing steamily into the air as she worked herself over.
"Mmhhh…" The navy haired woman whimpered as her body heated, her hand groping her chest more fully now. Bolt's hands were big enough to squeeze them so much and she desperately tried to imitate that. Unfortunately, her huge F cups only poured through the gaps between her fingers as she stuffed them further into Bolt's t-shirt. "Hnngh…"
Hinata twisted a bit more, again rising up to lean against the headboard of her large, lonely bed to get more purchase.
'With him, it's more… more like…' The milf tried to vary her grip and aggression in a feeble attempt to achieve the same effect but she failed. She paused for a moment, thinking momentarily on what she'd been trying to do. Staring down at his t-shirt bulging lewdly over her curvy form and feeling so ashamed for just a second. And then, it was gone. 'Maybe if I take it off…'
A moment later, Hinata had yanked the large t-shirt off herself, exposing her busty torso to the midnight air. Her ugly old bra came off next, tossed to the other end of the room without much thought as she moved quickly to paw at her naked tits.
"Ohhhn…" She hissed quietly as the soft flesh moulded instantly into her palm and sent shivers to her spine. Her pale skin and the rigid pink nub stabbing at her hand felt so good and it fuelled her growing ego as she watched her fingertips dance over them. At the same time, her free hand returned to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and her mound, brushing and teasing ever so slowly.
'Oh, yeah… Okay. This will work. I'm not masturbating, Bolt. Are you listening? I'm not here, alone, playing with my pussy like a needy whore missing you… I'm just fine!'
"Haahn~!" The pale-eyed mom felt the moan escape her mouth involuntarily as she thought about what she was doing and adjusted her body one final time to sit almost upright. Then, she noticed it. "Hanabi?"
Hinata narrowed her eyes, trying to focus them in the dark, at the ajar door. She must have forgotten to close it fully but that was hardly important usually. It wasn't often she did anything but sleep in the large bed. No, what was important was the figure at the door. The figure of her younger sister.
"Hanabi, is that you?" The elder Hyuuga asked again, tugging the sheet furiously over her exposed form in a subdued panic.
'Shit, shit, shit. I didn't say anything, did I?'
"..." The brunette didn't speak but it was clear that she was at the door, her distinct perfume was leaking through the gap and the moonlight reflected just enough of her shape to give it away. If Hinata hadn't been distracted with her own body, she'd have noticed the other woman right away.
"Hana-" Hinata raised her voice a little this time and sat up fully only to freeze up. Her large violet eyes were now accustomed to the dark and she could see her counterpart more clearly. Hanabi had both hands occupied, one cupping her neck and the other pinching a nippled, and she was soaked.
'God, how much has she been masturbating…?' Hinata automatically wondered as she saw the slick fluid glistening on soft white flesh. The small dressing gown her sister wore was open at the front and her lithe little body was on display for the most part. It was quite clear Hanabi didn't take notice though and as Hinata looked over her, the younger Hyuuga was simply transfixed on the milf.
There was an undeniable moment of pure jealousy then. A spark of hatred for a brief moment as Hinata thought on how her sister was able to play with herself whenever she wanted. Allowed to use fingers, toys and men to pleasure herself as much as she wanted while Hinata was stuck unable to even masturbate. But then, it was gone.
'She looks…' Hinata noticed the desperation in her sister's eyes. She'd seen it before. When they were younger and a boy they both met tried to flirt with Hinata right in front of Hanabi. It was a look she'd seen many many times before they'd grown up. 'Jealous…'
Hinata stared at her counterpart for a moment longer, staring at her beautiful body and sultry face as Hanabi did the same in a trancelike state. Hanabi's hands were clean, no trace of the copious amounts of juice her pussy had gushed.
'Maybe…?'
Suddenly, Hanabi spun on her heels and, without ever acknowledging the interaction, began walking away. The navy haired mom watched as her sister moved with only the smallest glimpse of something silver between her firm asscheeks.
"Hnngh…!" Hinata threw herself back into bed and immediately assaulted her sensitive body. Her fingers roamed, her palms stroked and squeezed all over until she passed over her twitching, slick cunt and she briefly paused. The image of her husband's face showed followed by Bolt's fat cock slapping her slit, then finally a vision of Hanabi's pert ass speared by a silver dildo and before she knew it she was curled up, her face buried in Bolt's t-shirt and a finger deep inside of her asshole. "UGGHHH~~!"