Chapter 15 - Saying Sorry

Hinata was quiet after her sister left. Some babbling on the baby monitor interrupted our hug and sent her scampering down the hall. He wasn’t even crying. I shook my head whimsically as I went to get some more water in me. Despite her assurances, the house still felt a bit tense. Things seemed a bit too good to be true. I worried that I’d upset Hinata, more than she was letting on anyway.


With that in mind, I followed her into the nursery. 

The site of that woman with our infant against her tit wasn’t something I wanted to miss anyway. There was nothing else like it. It was adorable and wholesome, had an unspeakably cute aura about it. Yet somehow at the same time, it just made her seem so utterly erotic. Motherhood looked good on her. This was the best example of the fact, but honestly, just seeing the little guy coo in her arms got me a little worked up.

I realized I’d been standing in the doorway a while when she looked up and smiled at me. It was a tired smile, and that spurred me to come closer, kneel beside her chair. Her eyes fell back on the child, a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks as I came closer to them both. 

“I swear Hinata your body is like magic,” I said quietly, rubbing her neck with one hand. “It feeds our little rascal…it made our little rascal…it makes me feel so unbelievably good,” I continued, gently taking her unoccupied breast into my free hand. 

“Naruto…” she mumbled, face darkening as she looked down and away from me.

“How the hell did I trick you into marrying me?” I asked, coming closer and kissing her cheek to punctuate. “I’m sorry,” I added, then added another couple of kisses.

“Naruto not in front of-“ she said, pulling away but grinning like a schoolgirl. She stood up then, pacing through the room as she burped our son. He was so fucking cute when he was falling asleep. He always went right out after eating. It was hard to contain the excitement as my cock hardened. 

As she left the nursery I came closer to the crib, sparing a lingering glance at the full, happy, child sleeping in his crib. Those round cheeks, those chubby limbs. I made that. The thought only spurred me harder towards the wonderful, fertile wife that was waiting for me in our bedroom, if I knew anything about her. 

I practically sprinted down the hall. 

Hinata was just sitting down on the bed when I came in, still flashing that adorable excited look on her face. She ‘eeped’ when I pushed her on her back. Of course, I did push her on her breasts and grabbed a handful of each as I did so. They really were just magnificent. It was a trial to release them long enough to pull her silky purple robe off. A trial I was rewarded for with the sight of her bare bussom. 

I tore my eyes away to look up at hers. 

She met my gaze for half a second before looking at the wall.

I kissed her. 

We lay there together like that a long while. I was still a little fucked up from last night's drinking, and I’m sure she was tired too with my hyper-ass son to look after. It was nice to relax like this together.  Just cuddling and kissing, gently stroking her swollen breasts, letting her slowly get more hot and bothered until she made her demands in that adorable way she did.

The first of these was the way both hands came up to tug lightly at my shirt. In two seconds or less, I broke the kiss, yanked it overhead, and returned to position. God those soft, dainty hands running over my skin were just sinful. It was a comfort no mortal deserved. When she began lightly scratching my back with her perfectly kept nails I groaned into her mouth. 

“Naruto…” she whined, earning a chuckle as I kissed the cheek now in front of my face. “Do it,” she pleaded, just a breath above a whisper.

“Do what my little bunny?” I teased mercilessly, squeezing her tits in unison as I pushed my covered cock against her bare pussy.

“Make love to me,” she asked, even quieter than before. 

I held completely still a moment, just taking in the sight pinned below me. The rapid rising and falling of her chest was distinctly audible, part of me still worried it wasn’t healthy but damn if it wasn’t satisfying. Either way, I knew how to relax her.

She let out another long squeak as I slid inside her, loving how wet and accommodating she was. It just fit so perfectly inside her, so easily, it was like she was made for me. I moved one hand down from her breast to help, but otherwise, our position didn’t change much. I continued caressing her breast, kissing her mouth, all while gently rocking my cock in and out of her.

I can’t believe I had sex with her little sister.

I can’t believe I was going to continue having sex with her little sister. 

It was an effort to clamp down on that thought and focus on the woman I was with. She was a wonderful woman, a wonderful wife, a damn near-perfect mother, and so goddamn sexy to boot. It wasn’t fair, it really wasn’t. I still wasn’t sure how the hell I’d got her to let me touch her.

The adorable sound of her squeaks in time with my thrusts only cemented that thought. She was making it hard to last, hard to keep pleasuring her, and she was doing hardly anything. Deciding to pull out the big guns, I broke our kiss and put my mouth to her ear.

“I love you so fucking much. You’re the greatest goddamn wife in the world you know that?” I asked, working double-time with my hand down south. She let out a short, hiccupped sob.

“Naruto…oh Naruto!” she called quietly, squeezing me harder with her hug and her womanhood. 

We came together.

The long, shrill cry she let out rung in my ears as I filled her with my seed. Even after orgasming, we stayed together in roughly the same position. I was in no hurry to move, and judging by the sleepy grin on her face she wasn’t either. 

“Well you’re a bad bad husband you know that,” she slurred in my ear. “My sweet, innocent little sister? You better fuck me extra good from now on to make up for it,” she demanded, before cuddling her face up into the crook of my neck.

I scratched her head. 

“I really am sorry,”

“It’s okay Naruto!” she assured me whimsically, like I was apologizing for bumping into her, like it was nothing. “It all worked out, I want Hanabi to be happy, and you always complain that you get bored at work,” she added, patting my back and humming contentedly. 

I didn’t even know how to reply, and before long she nodded off. 

Greatest goddamn wife in the world. 
 

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