It might have been the first time I'd gone to Hanabi's office without being summoned. Usually, if I had anything to say or ask it happened on the car ride. We didn't drive together on Fridays though, those were the nights I went over to Kiba's for drinks. That was all in the past now. At least I told myself so as I knocked firmly on the door.

"It's open," her voice called, eyes on guard when I came through, but only in that split second before she recognized me. "What do you want?" she asked in a tone that was annoyed, but not angry.

"I…" I decided to be honest. "Mei said some stuff over the trip and, well, it made me decide something,"

"I really hope you're not about to tell me what I think you are," she said, eyes hardening into a predatory gaze as she put her hands on the table and gave me her undivided attention.

"If there's anything I can do to help protect Hinata and… you know that includes you and 'the family' then, I want to do it. It feels like the least I can do," I admitted, pleasantly surprised at how the offer seemed to relax her. She even blinked a few times and widened her eyes back to normal.

"Well, that's great Naruto, as it happens there is something you could do for me," she said, tone as cheerful as it ever got.

"Yeah?" I asked eagerly.

"Yeah. I'll give you the details later, there are plans to be ironed out. Go drink with your buddy and pork your little granny whore," she said waving uncaringly and turning her attention back to the computer, even as the sentence put a stab of panic into me. Sure she'd implied she knew about me being a cheater but she knew about that one specifically? I didn't want Tsume or Bana getting caught up in anything! Of course, all that amounted to was me lingering until she looked back up and gave another annoyed remark, and another annoyed word. "Bye!" she said, with a thick sarcastic cheer.

I don't think I had another coherent thought until I was strolling up their driveway.

I didn't lose my frown until Bana cried out in joy at my arrival.

She was a great kid, took after her mom in appearance, complete with the poofy brown hair. Of course, Bana was a little lightbulb of joy and cheer and manic energy, a little different from her aging mother in that regard. Not that said mother hadn't aged wonderfully. I still made sure to show her how much I thought so every time she let me, which was most weeks.

Right now though I contented myself with a polite grin to Tsume, and spent the next couple of hours listening to my beautiful daughter catch me up on the last week's going on's. It was a nice little distraction that let her mother finish up with dinner, and it's not as if I didn't want to catch up with her. It seemed that she was enjoying summer much more than school, eager to know when she was next coming over to my house to go swimming, and expecting a puppy at the end of the next school year, contingent upon her grades.

There was something so sickeningly pure about a child too happy to shut up.

She talked until dinner was set and her siblings came to the table, her half-siblings that is. Tsume didn't let her dominate the conversation quite so much from there. That woman had a way of handling the little munchkin that bordered on witchcraft. Bana even remained reserved and polite after the meal was cleared and it was just me, her, and her brother at the table. We sipped cheap scotch while she nursed her chocolate milk as seriously as that particular drink can be sipped.

There was a reason for that restraint.

When the glass was empty she didn't say anything, but she did squeal as I picked her up like a barrel under one arm, lifting her out of the chair.

"You know the rules ya little pup, don't want to wake mom do we?" I asked with just a sliver of threat to my tone. She settled right down at that.

"Careful man," Kiba slurred from his seat as I carried her away. She snickered and wiggled until I got her upstairs and put her down. We stood there some time, both of us grinning and watching each other as I stood in the doorway of her room. That damn look on her face…. she really was just too cute.

"You're a pretty cool kid Bana," I offered finally, widening her grin.

"Your cool too uncle Naruto!" she said enthusiastically.

I just chuckled as I shut the door.

Oh god, Hanabi would never do anything to her right? Not to a kid? She was a mother herself! I mean if my in-law really knew about this she'd known the whole time and didn't step in sooner. Surely she was safe here. Maybe I'd actually muster up the balls to confirm that with Hanabi, we were talking almost every day, what with her trying to get pregnant.

The thought of Hanabi splayed out on her office's couch, half naked and leaking my cum sprang into mind, hardening my cock. Quite a yo-yo of thought, but I was pretty drunk. Kiba was probably out by now. Not willing to climb the stairs at least. With that thought in mind, as well as about five drinks, I happily strolled over to Tsume's bedroom.

Three soft knocks.

A welcoming murmur from inside.

I slipped quietly through the doorway. My grin widened at the tired smile on Tsume. She'd long since changed into her pajamas, her lower half was hidden by the blankets, but her top was only covered by a ratty tanktop that barely covered her large, sinfully soft breasts. By the time I brought my eyes back up to her face she looked unamused.

It was almost apologetic as I slipped beside her and pulled her shoulder to shoulder with me. She didn't fight me, nor did she complain when I put my nose into her hair. A deep inhale of that soft, piney scent and I dragged it down the side of her head, kissing her cheek before pressing my nose to it and rubbing impatiently.

She sighed, then turned her face to me, letting me take her in a warm kiss. I held her gently as we continued. Kissing a good minute or more before I pulled back.

"So how's Bana? Is she being good?" I asked quietly, moving a hand to her thigh, squeezing hard to get a feel through the blanket and pajamas.

"As good as she ever is," my mature lover muttered, exasperated.

"Oh, she's not so bad is she?"

"No, no she's not, just hyper as hell. She gets that from you ya know?" she accused.

"I know," I muttered proudly against her lips, taking her another kiss right after. This time a hand came up to grip my hair, softly rubbing my head as we made out. Her other free hand rested on my pecks, gently stroking the muscles there as I held her with both arms.

Until my cock started twitching.

One hand came up to squeeze her chest hard. It was so soft and…mushy almost. Different, but certainly not worse than most others I'd felt. In any case, she groaned approvingly, and I opted to continue massaging her lovely mammaries.

Soon she was on her back, having slowly pushed her over with the weight of my body. I wiggled and tugged to get under the blanket with her, delighting in the discovery that she was only wearing a pair of plain panties over her legs.

Some nights we just did this, cuddled and kissed and held each other for a while. More often in these last few years. Never did I fail to tease her down there though, to press my hard cock against her and show just how bad I wanted to take her. This particular time, she hummed needily and began tugging lightly on my hair.

I grinned against her lips.

Then I pushed her panties aside and slowly began sliding inside of her. She let out a hearty breath right into my face. I kissed her again, holding it until I was fully sheathed inside of her. When the kiss broke again I put my mouth to her ear.

"I still can't believe this is real. That you let me touch you, I fantasized about you since I was three feet tall you know that?" I growled.

"You've mentioned that once or twice," she quipped, though I could feel her cheeks heating up just a bit. "Can't believe you're still interested. Just caught that up in the fantasy?"

"Oh shut up you know your hot as hell," I planted a longer kiss on the nape of her neck as we began slowly rocking together. "I'm gonna fuck you until one of us drops dead," she hummed happily and held me a little tighter in her embrace. "I love you,"

"Yeah yeah, I love you too, you little halfwit," she mumbled, squeaking sharply as I began tickling her neck with my tongue. Her tone grew higher, faster as I sped up oh so slightly. Playing with her breasts the whole time and doing my damndest to drive her crazy.

It didn't take long for her to cum after that. When her body tensed and she held me uncomfortably tight I knew it had happened. Focusing, it took less than a minute for me to join her, gasping utter contentment as I released inside of her.

I pulled back and kissed her again, then again, then a couple more times just for good measure before resting my head on her shoulder.

Immediately she began pushing me.

"Oh no don't you dare fall asleep you damn drunk!" she complained, using every ounce of strength in her thoroughly exhausted body to push me off of her. I waited until I flopped off to pull myself upright. Hunching over her and grinning as I made my offer.

"One more time?"

"No Naruto, you need to go," she said, with just a smidge of reluctance.

"Alright, sleep well," she rarely went for a second round anymore, but it never hurt to ask. "I'll use the hall shower," I offered, knowing she wasn't a particularly hard sleeper, and not wanting to keep her up. She frowned at that but didn't argue with me as I strolled out into the hall, drunk on my orgasm as well as the booze.

Still, I tiptoed the whole way, and carefully shut the door as quietly as possible.

Then I turned around and noticed Hana staring at me with her mouth literately hanging open.

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