Sakura's body has always been the target of much admiration and jealousy-powered hatred, 'it must have been surgery' the gossiping older women tittered, 'nothing that good is natural', to which everyone besides the speaker would eagerly agree, glad to have a group that would funnel their own spite into words. But right now, it was anything but glamorous in this state. It was wracked with soul crushing sobs, her skin sheathed in a hospital gown that hardly covered or protected anything. Sakura's face, also an enviable feature of hers, was coated in tears and slightly puffy from her skin absorbing the salt.
"It's fine." Sasuke said from his position standing beside her, but even has he had said the first few words Sakura has heard from him in months, she had very nearly collapsed entirely. Luckily, she was saved from falling onto the hard tile floor by her husband. Sasuke still held, in his weary but strong arms, the love child of Sakura and her grandfather. Though, Sakura thought loathingly, it should really be called a hate child in this case. Or perhaps a your-husband-needs-help-and-I'll-help-you-fix-the-problem-if-you-let-me-fuck-you child. By this point, Sakura thought she was allowed to be a little bitter.
Sasuke, who was blissfully ignorant of any his wife's thoughts and even more unaware of the true parent to the child, his messed up mental state somehow able to trick him into believe that he was the father, was baffled at Sakura's response to their baby. Or, as Sakura knew, her and her grandfather's inbred baby. The urge to tell him everything was present in her, but the sense to refrain was even stronger, so much so that all she could do was get caught in the crossfire and cry. Sakura cradled her own body, tears making a plip noise as they fell to the pukey flecked hospital flooring. Sasuke, unsuccessfully, tried to lure her back up to his side with soothing sounds and comforting words.
"I know he's, it is a he right, or…, we'll raise this child-" Sasuke artfully sidestepped the gender question. "-just like we did Sarada. Sakura, birth deformities happen all the time. I mean, just because we don't know anyone affected by them, it doesn't mean… it doesn't mean those children can't be happy. He's got a beautiful and strong mother, a grandma and…grandpa…who'll love him-" Sakura burst into a fresh new round of tears, but Sasuke, not knowing what else to do, carried on as he cradled the newborn awkwardly. "-so he should be able to get through life not knowing how cruel people are. We can protect him- her- this child-" He fumbled, since she had not been able to stop sobbing long enough to tell him the gender, though Sakura loathed the thing regardless of whether it was feminine or masculine.
Sasuke tried to lean over and hold his wife, while awkwardly juggling the baby, if it could be called that, and balancing himself so he could reach to his wife. He dragged her over to him gently, kissing her wet cheeks as she cried. Sakura's eyesight was suddenly raised to the baby he held, and she shook her head furiously while a cry of agony escaped her. Still, like is human nature, she could not look away from the horror that she had carried for nearly a year.
Its little hand grasped for its mother, since newborns are ingrained with this knowledge, but unfortunately for the little baby it's mother only thought of awful things when she saw it. Flashbacks plagued Sakura in an instant, even as her husband attempted to comfort her. The many times she had been made to pleasure her own grandfather, her very own grandad! Even though he knew that this outcome was entirely possibly, hell, the bastard probably loved having proof of his conquests with his own granddaughter!
It was sick and wrong and awful, but who could Sakura talk to about it?
No one. Absolutely no one. She was an adult, her grandfather was nearly in the ground, so she was accountable for her actions by now. And her husband? What could he think or say to her? Would he even believe her when she told him the truth, that she had been disgusted by it? She doubted any husband, even one as loving as her own, would ever accept that sex could be unenjoyable, when it was so easy for Sasuke to get his fill of her the few times they had sex.
Sakura recoiled from the deformity that was her, the, she reminded herself, it wasn't hers by any means, she could get rid of it somehow, the product of the forced incest. She knew that she should be trying her hardest to seem happy, she had never been depressed after giving birth before, though she knew that sometimes happened to women who had many children, so maybe it was a decent excuse after all? She knew all of this and yet she couldn't bring herself out of her current state. How could she pretend to be happy if that… that…thing was staring at her with its squinty little eyes and chubby neck and extra finger on the left hand? She couldn't. She just wasn't an actress, and she doubted that even if she were that she could bring herself to seem happy and radiant about this birth.
"Sasuke." She choked on his name, or was that the guilt, forming as a lump in her throat? and opened her mouth, trying to put it into something he would understand. But Sasuke simply hugged her, accepting her tears as signs of exhaustion or, if he was feeling exceptionally good at deluding himself and all of the little common sense he had, as tears of joy, so many she couldn't speak. He tried to believe the latter, though her wobbly voice suggested exhaustion after birth more than anything else.
"I know you're tired." Sasuke soothed, hugging her tighter to him. As a result, Sakura was brought face-to-deformed-face to the baby she had carried as it gurgled disgustingly in greeting. She felt bile in her throat and tried to shift away from it, but Sasuke was holding her closer than ever, and she couldn't move. "We'll give this baby the best life, Sakura… especially with such a amazing and loyal mother."
Sakura teared up all over again. He wouldn't say that if he knew the real parentage of the bastard child.
Sarada, the daughter of Sakura and Sasuke, was asleep at home in her bed. Her bedroom was not lavishly decorated, but because of Sasuke's position and his earnings, it was comfortable to say the least. His salary was not modest, but it was also not so much that he did not know what to do with the money. He earned a fair bit here and there, and it didn't hurt that he was revered in the town. Sarada had always been comfortable and provided for and had never missed a meal beyond reason within her lifetime. She used to trust her mother and father completely in that innocent way that children have, the premise that your parents know everything, and that they would never harm you. But now she just saw her father as a failure she didn't want anything to do with and her mother as a whore she wanted to dominate. All she had to look up to was her grandma Mikoto and her grandpa Naruto, who she grew to love to an unhealthy amount. She was 12 and a ninja now. She knew she didn't need her parents; she was an adult at heart.
Naruto, despite the fact that this was Sakura's 12-year-old daughter at the focus of his attention, was attracted to that shining naiveté she still somewhat possessed. She had an undeniable resemblance to her mother Sakura, with the same hair color as her cuck father and some of that same spunk her mother had. There were other elements of Sasuke as well, which was inevitable, but Naruto was willing to overlook that. He looked at Sarada as payment, Sakura was too busy taking care of her debt to her grandfather and fucking that old man to take care of her duties with him, so her daughter would have to learn how to pay her mother's debt as a consequence. Sarada held a beautiful innocence, pure spirit, the beginnings of Sakura's primal beauty, Sarada started puberty early at the age of 9 so she had been developing for 3 years now, Naruto was very confident that when Sarada was older she would blossom from a bud into a bloom, just as her mother, with aplomb and sexuality. So far she only had the beginnings of her mother's hour-glass figure, she had a perky little butt with budding breasts that could barley even be called that.
As Sarada slept, her breathing peaceful and deep, her new grandfather, whom she adored to no end, crept into her dark room like the ninja he is. Sarada never shifted or halted her breathing pattern.
As he stood above her bed, he stared at the slumbering girl, whose dark hair was ruffled against the pillow. The blankets covered her nearly entirely, all but her face, which glowed in the pale moonlight like a sphere of alabaster beauty, or raw marble roughly shaped by a sculptor's professional hands. Naruto stood there watching her for a minute before returning to action. Gently supporting himself on the bed, he grabbed hold of the bedpost and shimmied into the bed beside her, trying not to wake her. He was aided in the size of the bed, which was large and very nice for a young girl like she. He was very careful, Sarada was an observant little girl and a light sleeper unlike her mother.
Even still her eyes fluttered open and, at first, she could comprehend anything but the blackness in front of her. As her eyes slowly began to sharpen and her night vision became better, she listened to someone breathing behind her. She felt the sharp pinpricks of fear needle her, as she had no idea who it was, an intruder?! She instantly feared for her dear grandfather and grandmother, whom she liked very much in spite of her mother's general dislike of them. Children often were ignorant of undertones in conversation or physical closeness, and because of this Sarada didn't really know why her mother resented her grandfather and grandmother, she just knew that Naruto and Mikoto were to only two she loved in this house anymore.
Summoning the courage to turn over and face her attacker, Sarada wiggled so that her body slowly rolled over, though the heavy blankets and the moving bed pinned her down slightly. She came face to face with said intruder, and though a human's ability to see in the dark is not grand by any means, the moonlight coming through her blinds in little slits aided her in recognizing the handsome face barely inches from her own. "Oh, grandpa." Her voice was surprised, and although she was tired still managed to be happy, Naruto was instantly relieved that she had not reacted badly. He had been expecting her to be malleable, and indeed she was, as most young teens are. He had worried that he had waited too long to approach her, but everything seemed to be going fairly well.
"I did not expect you to come in here, Grandpa Naruto. What time is it?" Sarada said quietly in response to her grandfather's silence, and she was then forced to watch him as he settled into the bed, making himself comfortable. He still did not speak, though she didn't really expect him to, he was quite odd sometimes, especially around her mother. But being the type of person she was, Sarada was not too particularly bothered by her grandfather's silence.
Sarada's was confused, but excited when her grandfather dipped in closer to her, his nose brushing her small soft one. "Um, Grandpa?"
He ignored her completely, his weight coming to rest fully on top of her. Sarada questioned his silence and actions. Finally, Sarada decided to voice her confusion after an agonizingly long period of time filled with her grandfather trying to get comfortable all while atop his granddaughter. Right as she opened her mouth to try to draw an answer out of him, his warm tongue poked into her mouth and his lips plastered themselves to hers. Sarada felt the suction her grandfather was creating and found herself basically powerless to push him away, not that she wanted to. She has been getting more and more jealous of her grandma, the more she saw her getting kisses from HER new grandpa.
As his tongue plunged deeper into her mouth, she felt she might choke on it. Her face twisted into one of deep uncertainty and giddiness.
Her grandfather noticed this and pulled back for the first time. A rush of fresh air greeted Sarada, and she felt relieved at this respite. But alas, the calming cool of the air she sucked in was soon warmed by the taste of her grandfather's breath.
Sarada, seeing his somewhat gloating expression, decided to seize the moment before he went back to what he had been doing. "What are you doing!?" She asked, her voice quiet and slightly less demanding than she had perhaps intended. But she couldn't help it, she was too happy and horny, and it showed on her face, and in her tone and body language.
"I love you." Her grandfather said simply. "That is why I'm doing this." And back down he went. She felt something hard poking at her bare legs, and she was instantly wet. She knew what it was, it was the same thing she saw pounding into her mother and grandmother so many times before. A cock, her grandaddy's cock to be exact the same cock she craved more than anything, her grandaddy might have thought she was sweet and innocent, but she was anything but. She wanted nothing more than to steal her grandaddy from her grandma and have him split her virgin pussy open with his massive cock.
Her grandfather that she loved more than anyone, saying that to her and doing this to her made her the happiest she's ever been. The way he kissed her was the same as with grandma Mikoto. It was amazing to have her grandpa show her this much love, she didn't know that her grandfather's kisses were greedy, lustful instead of loving, Sarada did not know the difference really, and so had to content herself with knowing something was just generally great about the whole situation.
Still, she was rendered physically useless as the hard thing poked at her legs and her grandfather's breath and taste clouded her mouth. She wanted as much of it as possible. She stared at her grandpa, not knowing what else she could do to make sure her grandpa knew that she felt the same way. She decided to just copy him, she carelessly and sloppily licked at his tongue and lips. Excited at her reciprocation, Naruto groped her slightly, flicking her nipples and running his hands up and down her legs until his hand landed on her pert ass.
She was in heaven; she didn't understand why her grandpa was doing this all of a sudden, and she didn't care, she's never felt this good before. A shock of temperature made her come falling back to earth, however, something hot was against her legs, the intense heat was weirdly pleasant and made her squirm. Her grandfather's reaction to the heat was far different, he ground his hips into her tiny body and swiveled his hips, as if savoring this moment. His cock settled in between her thighs. He ground himself back and forth and, in the process, wound up grinding his erection against her virgin pussy. She loved it. Her grandfather groaned loudly and so did she; the night air punctuated with the sound like an earthquake ripping up peaceful looking fields.
Sarada closed her eyes and moaned in content before soiling her underwear and sheets in her cum. Not long after her grandaddy pulled himself out from between her legs and came, covering her front in his gooey white cum. Her grandfather finally got up a while later, kissed her forehead, and left without another word, leaving Sarada in her bed with a stain by her crotch and her front glazed with cum.
Deciding to try the white substance since she always saw her mom and grandma eat the stuff, Sarada cupped her hand and dragged it from her pelvis up to her breasts. Getting a health handful of cum she brought it to her mouth and drank her grandaddy's cum from her hand. "Mmmh…I see way they like this stuff so much, it's delicious. I hope grandaddy will give me lots more of his special cream."
With that Sarada finished her dessert and fell back to sleep with a cum stained smile.