Diary of a White Eyed Girl
Friendly tomboy Hinata Hyuuga faces struggles and highlights during her sexual awaking while trying to forge her own path despite religious, cultural and racial pressure from all sides.
WARNING : contains Hinata +reverse harem and slight/implied Yaoi (Will eventually focus on Naru/Hina/Neji)
[Author's Note : I deplore slut-shaming, society's view that while it's ok (and a lot of times even encouraged) for man or even a teenage boy to explore his sexuality, it's viewed as dirty, wrong and/or even disgusting if a woman or a girl does the same thing.
If a female expressing her own sexual freedom makes you uncomfortable - PLEASE DO NOT READ.
If you're ready to take this journey with Hinata, continue on dear readers...]
When he kissed her, that was the first time she truly thought of herself as a girl.
It was in her house`s family room in the basement, on a Sunday afternoon, and she could still remember clearly the deep heaving of his chest as she sat atop of him. She had just won a spur of the moment wrestling match and was celebrating her victory when suddenly her defeated "opponent" wrapped his arms around her and yanked her down to him.
It took her a moment to register his warm wet lips upon her own and the resulting warmth that started to radiate between her legs.
He tasted like the fruity candy they had been munching on only moments before.
"Onii-chan..." she felt herself moan as his lips moved from her mouth and began to started a trail up to her ear.
His grip on her tightened when he heard her moan that title of respect. This also caused his trail of kisses to become even more urgent until his mouth finally reached it`s destination and started to nibble on her earlobe.
She could feel her breath become more shallow and quick as his hands started to roam down her back towards her bottom. She gasped as she felt his young strong hands grip her and pull her bottom half closer to his.
And the heat that she was feeling was beginning to feel...wet...
Suddenly there a loud creak as the basement door opened and the stomping feet of an adult could be heard coming down the stairs.
When Hiashi finally arrived at the bottom he was met with the sight of the two pre-teens watching a movie on the big screen tv. He found it odd though that they were sitting in front of the large family-room sofa instead of on it and so far away from each to boot.
"Ok Neji" he announced in a bright voice "Your dad`s finished putting the last of your bags in the car. Time to say goodbye to your cousin"
Neji turned to give his uncle an undignified pout before turing to his cousin.
"See you Hinata"
"Daddy, why does Neji live so far away now?" Hinata whined as she watched her cousin gather his bag and jacket that were tossed in the far corner of the room.
"We've been over this before, honey" Hiashi sighed "Uncle Hizashi wants his family to be on the Reservation, that`s why"
"But why don`t we live on the Reservation too?"
"Because your mother wants you to grow up in a more "diverse" environment" he answered quite deadpanned.
"I`d rather stay here" Neji sighed as he approach his uncle.
"It`s good for you" the older man replied sternly "It`s best for you to have the chance to be emerged in our culture. Seriously, Hinata can barely read the holy scriptures"
"Hey! I study...sometimes..."
"I have half the mind to send you up there with them actually..."
Neji`s face suddenly brightened.
"-but then your mother would kill me"
And was immediately replaced with an irritated scowl.
Hinata found herself giggling at Neji`s array of expressions displayed upon his face. He was usually so stoic so the chance to see him in such a manner was quite entertaining.
The older boy eyed her heatedly causing her stop mid-giggle. It was a look of annoyance but also of something else deeper and more heartpounding...
She could feel the warmth growing in her pants again.
"Be sure to come up and give your Aunt and Uncle a kiss goodbye" her father said.
He then followed Neji, who had already went ahead of him, up the stairs.
"I`ll be there in a sec, Daddy" Hinata called after him.
After she was sure to wait for the basement door to close, she attempted to stand up again. The first time she had tried, when her father first opened the door, she had fallen into disheveled heap – her legs too weak to support herself.
It was then that she noticed the uncomfortable wet sensation coming from her panties once more.
She stuck her hand into her khakis and brought it back out again. It was soaked with some kind of clear liquid that wasn't like anything that she had seen before. It wasn`t pee – that would have sucked if she had peed on herself! Yet she couldn`t for the life of her figure out what it was...
"Hinata! They`re leaving!"
"Coming!"
Adjusting her pants position she made her way up the stairs with as much haste as possible.
Since Neji had just turned 13 he would be taking Scripture Study for the next three summers. So that meant unfortunately he wouldn't be able to visit for a while.
And as she stood in the driveway with her parents, waving at her Uncle`s departing minivan, she could only anticipate what might ensue once the handsome paled eyed boy finally got the chance to come back...