It had been two months or so since the funeral… since Naruto's death, and the death of the child… two months since the fateful day the grandfather made his move on Hinata. Ever since he had been caring and kind, but he also got her in the sheets to fuck her on the regular. Hinata hadn't gotten over the death and the grief that clung to her, but she no longer lingered on the themes either. Her grandfather was her rock now, and though she didn't want this, she had to admit that she loved him in a weird way. He was literally the only person she could rely on consistently.

This sort of dependence gave her a kind of Stockholm Syndrome effect towards her grandfather, though he technically didn't keep her locked away. He only hinted at being alone with her a lot, but he didn't physically force her. Still. The lack of other people in her life, combined with the gaping hole left by Naruto, made her cling to the grandfather for dear life. Otherwise Hinata's sanity would crumble and the grief would consume her as it had in the darkest of times after the deaths.

Hinata slowly awoke, her body clad in a modest, but traditionally pretty, nightgown. She felt, rather than heard, her grandad shifting in the sheets beside her. She smiled to herself, allowing just a brief moment to savor the feeling of the sheets on her bare feet. A few moments later she rolled over and cuddled into his back. Her grandfather, who was awake far before she was, had shifted with his back to her when he noticed her change in breathing. He had been watching her sleep- a very peaceful pastime of his that made him feel justified in killing her former husband and child.

When Hinata slept, her face morphed from the weathered visage of an adult to the line-free look of a child. It was not pedophilic in any way on the grandfather's part- he simply enjoyed watching her face twitch as she dreamed. Her eyes often rolled from side to side, as if she were watching a movie in her own head, and the grandfather found immense calm in soothing her when she had nightmares. The nightmares got less frequent as their bond grew, but she never stopped having them, nor did her grandfather think she ever would. This annoyed him, but he also had to admit that after such trauma it was unrealistic to think that simply fucking her pain away would be an effective method of treatment.

That wasn't how the human mind worked. It just wasn't. Her grandfather had done extensive research after the arson, to see how his granddaughter might be affected. Though the outcome was better than he had first anticipated, she was still having those telltale nightmares. Though her smile was frequent and genuine, her subconscious would not let her forget the events of the past. This was how the human brain worked, her grandfather had learned, and it was useless to hope against hope that her mind would forget such tragedy. He had since learned to accept the fact that he could only heal her heart so much. Though the fractures of it would slowly heal, there would always be a part of her that held back. Luckily for him, that part of her lurked in the subconscious and not on the surface.

He didn't turn to face Hinata but instead yawned and stretched gradually as he woke up fully. "I'm hungry." He hinted, in so way subtle, but Hinata didn't mind. She nodded. They followed a very simple routine for the most part, though the time they made love differed day to day. She always woke and made breakfast while he showered, though, so Hinata had not expected much else from him by way of 'good morning's.

And such, he showered and she made a nice traditional breakfast for them while he cleaned himself off from the night before. They had made love recklessly in bed and then immediately fallen asleep, exhausted. Hinata wore nightgowns nowadays because of the ease of access. If her grandfather felt the urge to fuck her, he need only shift her long skirt, pull it up around her hips, and begin. It was a convenient arrangement for both of them. For an old man, his lust was insatiable. Hinata's libido was also fairly high, so needless to say she didn't mind his frequent attention. It distracted her more than anything from the monotonous routine they shared, so she didn't mind one bit.

When Hinata was done she arranged the breakfast prettily and took it out to the garden, where her grandfather soon joined her in his regal bathrobe. She fed him among the beautiful bushes and flowers, which were just beginning to bloom. Lilies, daisies, roses and more were clustered on trees and along the green ground. The trees provided some privacy, but the small portion of fence that separated Hinata and her grandfather from the neighbors had one tiny hole in it, through which the neighboring children sometimes snooped.

Today was one such day. The trio of children, all male, were of varying ages. None had hit puberty, however, but they were all very curious about the odd noises that often emanated from the neighboring house, whether it be nighttime or daytime or anytime in between. The sounds roamed from place to place but also increased or decreased depending on the day- sometimes they were soft and tender, at other times they were loudly raucous. The boys' parents often shooed them from the fence or turned the TV up to the loudest setting to drown out the noises, but the boys never gave up that easily. Their curiosity was well founded but strong as well, and even though their wary annoyed parents tried to keep them sheltered, the noises couldn't be filtered all the time, due to their random nature and sudden appearance.

The boys were all taking turns, shoving each other at times, to peer through the tiny hole. "I wanna see!"

"Nothing's even happening." One of them tittered, scoffing, as he shoved away from the fence.

"Aww, man." The other said, collapsing on the ground. "How boring." They all laid in the grass huffing in disappointment. The day was a nice one, but they didn't feel like playing. They were curious as to what made those noises, and it was very unsatisfying to be so close and yet lose the noises.

Hinata wiped her grandfather's mouth tenderly, completely unaware of the trio of snoops right across the thin fence. Her grandfather, very suddenly, grabbed her delicate wrist and stared deeply into her eyes. "Hinata." He grumbled, shaking his head in thought. "Would you like to start a family with me?"

Hinata, taken by utter surprise, dropped the spoon with a noisy clatter. Distracted, she wiped the spilled oatmeal up with a napkin and avoided the grandfather's insistent gaze. She shook her head, dazed, and mopped up the spill while trying to think. Whenever she thought about carrying a baby, however, the darkest memories of losing her child came back to haunt her. And what if another unfortunate incident caused her grandfather to be taken from her, similar to how Naruto and her baby were taken from her in the past? "I don't think I could handle the loss again." She said, voice trembling and tears forming in her eyes.

Her grandad hurried to reassure her. "But even if you lost me, I would live on in the baby."

"But what if another bad thing happened, and both you and the baby were… were…"

"It would never happen, dear Hinata. I will make sure that this baby is so well cared for that, as he or she grows up, they will believe that they are royalty. Doesn't that sound lovely? A baby of our love, Hinata?"

She shook her head stubbornly and stood up. "I will not lose everything I love again. It was the worst thing I have ever felt in my life." She began to walk away and, acting fast, her grandfather used logic to make her pause and think.

"Do you honestly think another fire, exactly like that one, will happen again?" Her grandad asked, his tone implying that she was slightly silly for thinking her logic was realistic. "It won't happen. What happened was… unfortunate, yes. But I have the belief that it was an isolated incident, a tragedy for sure-" He added, heaping on the grief for her benefit. "-But it won't happen again, Hinata, I highly doubt that it will repeat itself."

Hinata slowly sat back down. Her grandfather took her into his arms and cuddled her, nipping her neck lovingly as she pondered this. The more Hinata thought about it, the more she admitted to herself that it was highly unlikely that another fire would occur. Her grandfather had bought them a lovely new house, a sprawling estate, and though they had neighbors they had almost no enemies… Well, none that would be so ill-willed as to set fire to the house. Hinata had accepted a possibility that the grandfather had presented to her long ago, right after the deaths. What if an enemy of Naruto's had caused his demise? This was the most likely reason, other than the accidental nature of the fire, and Hinata had realized that his death could not be helped, whether it was intentional by an enemy of Naruto's or not.

Little did she know her very own grandad was responsible. He hadn't wanted his own baby burned, but it was a sacrifice he had made willingly, knowing that he would foster more children by Hinata. Besides, he wanted a completely fresh start, and the baby was just another stain he could remove with arson. And as such, he had. Naruto and the baby were dead. His life was now better than ever, and he had insured it through his actions.

"Yes." Hinata said, startling the grandfather out of his guilty line of thinking. "I would love a family."

"That's what I presumed." Her grandfather said smugly, though Hinata didn't notice the cocky way he spoke. She figured that it was his happiness at finally persuading her that this would make them happy. They had been using protection so far, because her grandfather had respected her wishes, but now that he had convinced her that a family would be beneficial to the both of them, they could have sex without any barrier between them.

Hinata had not thought that her grandad would jump her right there and then, but to her slight surprise he slid his hand down her thigh, his tongue flicking out to suckle her ear. Hinata had changed into a summery type dress, light and pretty, and sandals. The skirt was a longish one, but the grandad had no problem flicking it upwards. Hinata giggled and batted his hand away playfully, sliding away from him. Persistent, her grandfather slid across the bench and trapped her between his body and the armrest. "Hard to get?" He whispered in a rough and pervy voice.

She giggled loudly once more, attracting the attention of the three boys next door. They all simultaneously rose and fought for a view through the peep hole. The winning one, ironically the smallest and youngest, reported to his brothers in real time. His commentary was scant, but it made his brothers push him aside for a look. "Oh. The old guy is kissing… the pretty lady?" He sounded confused. The children had no concept of age differences or how people were related. Still, the other two shoved the little one aside so they could look. The noises were similar to the other noises, and as such they had all decided to investigate.

Meanwhile, the grandfather was suavely slipping off Hinata's pretty panties. He tossed them dismissively onto the grass, the pink contrasting nicely against the vivid green. "Grandfather!" She squealed, half in delight and half in shock. The truth of it was that Hinata was as horny as he was, but she liked being pursued in this way… it made her feel wanted.

Her grandfather tried to lick her neck with his worm like tongue but missed. He was quite frail, and as such was limited in his pursuits of her. She was nice enough to confine the chase to the house, but today he had thought the weather was nice enough for a summertime romp. His body disagreed. At around eighty, his skin was wrinkled and practically falling off. It were as if he were made of wax and someone had placed him near a heater; waxy, thin tanned skin hung off of his muscles (of which there were not many) in shriveled sheets.

In addition to the excess skin, he was also completely bald. Hinata was momentarily blinded by the sun as it bounced off of his bald head. His head itself was covered in moles and other such gross extremities, but the grandfather avoided mirrors and (as such) thought himself to be as handsome as the next young man, if not more so. Besides, the grandad knew by now that it was not necessarily the outer appearance that made someone attractive- his massive cock, combined with his sentimental nature, was more than enough to keep his granddaughter occupied and happy in the moments they were together. The grandad knew that he was very lucky to have lived this long, but he credited Hinata (and his own schemes that brought her to him at long last) with his extended lifespan.

Hinata's extremely skinny grandfather leaned over to the buoyant beauty and kissed her square on the mouth. The little neighbor boys squealed in disgust and momentarily drew back from the hole in the fence, though they quickly leaned back in for another peek. Their curiosity was currently stronger than their disgust. Luckily for them, Hinata and her grandad were too busy to notice the extra noise in the background coming from the bushes around the fence. Unluckily for them, they were about to get the show of a lifetime… and their mother had run to the market while their sick father took a nap. There was no one to pull them away this time, and they were about to see what they had been curious about for so long. Little did they know, it would scar them for their entire lives.

Hinata's breasts bounced very nicely- her grandad guessed, from the two little circles at the centers, that she had skipped putting on a bra this morning. Indeed, Hinata was not wearing a bra- just a white lacy camisole underneath the brightly patterned thin summer dress. Her grandad's theory was confirmed as she moved away from him playfully and her loose puffy sleeves fell away from her gorgeous tanned collarbone and neck.

"Don't you want to make a child?" Her grandad teased her, pouting childishly. This earned a laugh from Hinata, which made the grandad's erection swell all the larger. Her enjoyment of the acts always made his pleasure rise. If she wasn't enjoying it, sure, he could get off with no problem, but he preferred to have sex when she was just as ready as he was.

And today she was horny as hell at the thought of bearing a child that would carry on his legacy.

He got to business today fairly quickly, which Hinata's slick pussy appreciated immensely. He hitched her skirt up as he pushed her into the grass. She immediately spread her legs as wide as they would go, moaning like a little kitten for him. This made his erection swell further- his enormous cock seemed to be bigger than it ever had been. Hinata knew this was probably not correct, but it seemed to have grown since she saw it last… or maybe that was her desperation to fuck him.

She smirked as her grandfather panted above her, his labored hot breath on her face. She had a devious little plan, as she felt very dominating today. As he slid his erection inside of her with little to no difficulty she pressed her delicate hands against his skinny chest. She then swiftly reversed herself, making her grandfather cry out in pleasure and surprise. Her juicy ass now sat firmly on his chest as she rode him reverse cowgirl, wiggling her hips attractively for him and moaning loudly.

The neighbor boys immediately looked at each other. This was the noise! The mysterious noise!

"Are they wrestling?" The youngest asked. Their parents had failed to give them the birds and bees talk thus far in their lives, so they were completely ignorant.

"She's on top. She's winning." The middle child whispered, peering through the cracks eagerly. He sounded like a live sports announcer. "Is she hurt?"

"Why would you say she's hurt?" The oldest scoffed.

"She's moaning." The youngest said, and in his defense Hinata was now moaning excessively loudly. The grandfather, whose vocal chords were very old, was almost as loud in his pleasure.

"She doesn't sound hurt." The middle noted, as Hinata skillfully grinded her hips into her grandfather's. Her grandad yelled out in hot ecstasy, causing the children to jump in surprise. "Geeze, what are they doing?"

"It's weird." One of them opined, but the children kept on watching the bare type of wrestling. This wasn't what they had expected, but their curiosity was undeniable.

"HARDER." Hinata demanded of him girlishly, her hips wiggling in his face as she temped him. In response he grabbed her ass hard, his fingers causing the taut skin to dimple under his pressure. "Fuck me harder." Hinata scorned him, all in good fun, and he desperately bucked his hips into her as she rode him skillfully.

"What does that mean?" The children asked each other confusedly. 'Fuck' was not a part of their vocabulary, but the couple across the fence were using it very casually. It must be an okay word, then, they reasoned.

Hinata sat back, her hair brushing her grandad's face, and ran her hands over her own breasts. Her nipples were hard and poked through the thin gauzy fabric of the summer dress. Her grandfather moaned and greedily felt her up, groping her breasts with reckless abandon. She giggled at his groping and allowed it, her head resting on his shoulder as she rode him seductively.

His cock rubbed against her walls, causing her to tighten around him. Her grandad groaned at her extraordinary skill. He was used to this, but she was so good that every ride was different and every fuck was a nice surprise. He moaned as she shifted on top of him, and he couldn't help but wildly buck his hips in an attempt to give her pleasure. She was in control here, however, and she cutely ignored his movement. She placed her hands on his legs and leaned towards his feet, her ass in his face now, and bounced up and down erotically. She knew her figure was gorgeous- so why not use it to pleasure him?

Her toes curled as she swiveled her hips left to right, giving him a beautiful view and an even better feeling. She very abruptly started to lift herself and then slammed back down onto him in triumph.

"I'm coming!" Her grandad screamed.

"But he's already there. What does he mean…?" The youngest said in confusion as Hinata's grandfather came violently inside of her, the orgasm long and hot. His scream echoed throughout the beautiful garden, seeming to bend the blades of grass backwards with the force of his orgasm.

They collapsed, with Hinata still on top of him. Her back pressed against his skinny chest and they lay panting together in the grass. She shifted her hips and felt his cum slide deeper into her. If they were lucky, she would soon be carrying a child.

"Do you think our child will be happy?" Hinata asked, out of nowhere. Her grandfather petted her hair and chuckled. "Happier than any child ever was."

(let me know for more ideas and scenes)