It felt so much easier to leave in the morning with Mikito there at the house. Knowing Hinata didn't have to choose between dumping all the extra work on Tenten or pushing herself beyond belief was some serious peace of mind. It helped that the kids adored their new nana. Who wouldn't though? So sweet, and nurturing, and kind and elegant and sexy.

I clamped down on that increasingly off-track train of thought.

Hanabi would castrate me if I said another woman's name while I was between her legs. Although that said, she didn't seem like she was paying all that much attention, with her eye tightly shut and her face towards the ceiling. That fervent smile on her face and the groans slipping out were my only indication she was enjoying this. Well, that and her continued attempts to break my neck with her thighs.

Thankfully, she came quickly.

I think my body sagged more than hers when those legs went limp. Still, dutifully I rose to my feet and tried to kiss her. A firm hand on the chest shoved me backward and upright.

"Not today, I don't have time," she said matter-of-factly. The last hope of her changing her mind died as she zipped up her painfully ordinary pants.

"Was that all then?"

"No, got those details ironed out,"

"Huh?"

"Dumbass. You still want to help the family 'however you can'?" she asked coldly.

"Oh that! Yeah of course," I assured, wiping my mouth with a tissue from her desk.

"Great. So I need you to start a relationship with, and ideally knock up, Izumi Uchiha." she said plainly, killing any enthusiasm I felt even as most of her attention seemed to be focused on some document on her desk.

"Izumi? As in Itachi's wife? As in Itachi head-of-the-Uchiha-clan's wife?" I asked again.

"Yep. That reminds me, I'll get you a copy of his schedule written up to help you out,"

"Itachi?" I asked again.

"Yes? Is that a problem?" she asked coldly.

"Well, I'm not thrilled about having my cock cut off and stuffed down my throat, to be completely honest," I dared bight back.

She laughed.

"Relax, Uchiha's won't be a problem much longer, just gotta keep it under wraps for half a year or so. Depends on how long it takes you to get a kid in her," she assured.

"Hanabi-"

"Naruto, goddamnit, you know I love my sister. We both know it would kill her if anything happened to you, surely you can plug those two bits of information together? I wouldn't send you on a suicide mission. Although that said, maybe try a little harder than usual to keep this one a secret, okay?"

"I…" fuck that made sense, and I said I'd do anything to help. "Okay, I'll get on it,"

"Pronto if you please, top priority, you can blow off work if you need to for this,"

Despite everything, that did perk me up a bit. With Mei off work pregnant and Hanabi recently a lot busier. Not to mention the whole… situation with Temari.

Also, Izumi was a serious beauty.

The only question was how I'd get an excuse to drop in on her without raising any suspicion. Luckily that problem resolved itself in the form of a plate of cookies. On the table, wrapped up, and ready to go by the time I walked through my front door.

My wonderful new nanny had apparently done a bit of baking with the children, and in true doting mother fashion, had two plates ready to go for her children. According to my cheat sheet from Hanabi, Itachi wouldn't be home until late in the evening, hell maybe Sasuke would be too…

Izumi first. That one was important, I rushed mentally to make these decisions as I carried the plates back to the car. Hinata was napping upstairs to my delight, even as I was so staunchly warned of it by two of her spawn, so hopefully, I wouldn't be missed.

As I ran off with the plates in hand, I turned my mind to Izumi.

She looked a lot like I pictured a young Mikito. Long auburn hair, nice light skin, those adorable dark eyes that made her smile seem so goddam warm. It was comical how kind and comforting she was in a way when I had so many memories of a jealous little Sasuke hating her for no good reason. That had cooled with age of course, she was practically a big sister to him, hell she was practically a big sister to me. I spent a lot of time in the Uchiha manner growing up, and so did she.

Itachi's house was a pretty stark contrast to that manner. Modern but not fancy, where the old manner had statues and antique architecture this place looked like the house of a more generic rich fuck. Itachi counted as a rich fuck now right? I mean, he killed his dad, among many others, for power and money. Not even mentioning how much it had hurt his ma and little brother.

I rang the buzzer on the gate and was let in without comment. It almost worried me until the front door flew open before I could even knock, revealing the wide smile of the old friend I was here to see. She actually laughed when I pulled her into a hug with the one arm I had free, wrapping both her arms around me as she spoke.

"Naruto! It's so great to see you! What did Hinata make cookies for everyone she's ever met?"

I laughed jovially at that, stepping inside and finding a countertop to rest them on.

"No, there from your mother-in-law,"

"What? Why are you delivering them for her?"

"She's been staying with my family for a few days now. Did Itachi not tell you?"

Her smile vanished.

"No," was all she said, even turning away and walking into the neighboring room.

The kitchen looked a bit dusty as I strolled in, in fact, the whole house felt a bit cold now that I looked around. Maybe it was just her, the way her whole body seemed to sag in misery, maybe it was just radiating off of her. I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Well I'm sure it just slipped his mind. I mean, he's busy, right?"

"Real busy, yeah," she spat, still not looking at me as she prepared a pot of tea. "He's been fucking your sister in law, didn't even have the decency to apologize when I saw the texts. It's for political reasons, for the family!" she imitated, clearly growing more enraged.

I'm sure it didn't help the way my knuckles were whitening as I gripped the table top I leaned against. Hanabi and I apparently needed to have a talk. It was a serious effort to keep the anger out of my own words.

"Oh my god, are you sure?" I asked gingerly.

"Yes I'm sure!" she even bit at me, sighing after, eyes turning back to that defeated, miserable look. "I'm sorry I just… god I can't believe it," she muttered, staring at the tea pot in front of her, sitting noiselessly over the burner she'd forgotten to turn on.

"I'm so sorry Izumi,"

She made a noise halfway between a sob and a laugh before replying.

"It's just great. Now every time he's 'working late' I get to think about him having the time of his life with some slut twice as hot as me," she continued, wiping her eyes.

"Hey, don't say that. Hanabi's not any better than you," I argued sternly, though in truth that opinion was affected by my current feelings of anger. On the bright side, I was more than eager to show Itachi's wife just how much I meant the words now. My hand began rubbing between her shoulders as I made the claim. She didn't react.

"She's ten years younger than me Naruto, of course she's hotter," she replied dryly, even as the tears in her eyes seemed to grow.

"Even if she was, and she's not, she's not better than you," she did nothing in reply, but somehow that felt like progress. "She's not as kind, or nurturing, or selfless," a ghost of a smile on her cheeks was all I needed to press on. "And seriously Izumi, you are incredibly beautiful, trust me that's not the problem. Any guy would…."

I trailed off as she turned to look at me.

She wiped her eyes again and smiled up at me. That soft, sad smile…. This poor, poor girl. For a moment, I wasn't even thinking about Hanabi hunched over a desk getting railed by some overgrown emo-looking fuck! Well, that moment didn't last long.

I grabbed her face and kissed her gently. She eeped in surprise and even pulled away when I pulled her into my arms. The kisses I lay on her neck staggered her protests, but she still got them out.

"Naruto no, H-Hinata doesn't deserve this," she weakly claimed, practically melting in my embrace. I squeezed her a little tighter against me before answering.

"You deserve this," I rebutted. "Your incredible Izumi, absolutely incredible. That doesn't stop being true just because your husband's an idiot," she squealed as I continued my administrations. My hands began to comb over her wonderful, curvy body as my mouth kissed her hungrily.

She pulled away from the wet kiss to protest one more time. One more word.

"H-Hinata-"

"She'll never know," and I kissed her again. This time I speared into her mouth with my tongue, and this time she wholeheartedly surrendered to it. Her whole body was like a ragdoll, a scarecrow practically. Except of course that it was smooth and soft and generally wonderful. She sucked in a fresh breath when one of my hands found its way to her chest. Then, to my delight, she began poking lightly at my tongue with her own.

I found myself pinning the weight of her smaller body against the stovetop with my own. My erect cock earned another flustered noise when it pushed up against her pert little bum. Her hands came up to grip the appliance shakily, holding herself in place as I squeezed my own free hand between the cold metal and her warm womanhood.

That heavy shudder she gave finally brought a smile to my face.

"Is Itachi not taking care of you?" I kissed her squarely on the back of the neck. "You poor thing, let me," I pleaded, pulling down the simple leggings and finally putting my hands on her delicious bare skin.

"Oh Naruto you…" she seemed to grip the metal under her a little tighter as she trailed off. Her eyes were shut and her face pointed down squarely.

"Can I?" I asked, quietly freeing my cock and poking her wonderful little cove with it.

She swallowed.

"Yes,"

When I slid inside her wonderful wet womanhood something dark and envious cheered. Then she gave the most content, adorable, feminine noise of relief I'd ever heard. Well, from anyone except Hinata at least. In any case, it warmed my heart right up, and lead me to hunch over her in a full-body hug as we gently rocked together.

She melted again.

My cock felt like it was melting too, it was so warm inside her, like a fucking furnace.

So damn good.

It felt so good to support her in my arms as we slowly moved together, my nose buried in her long silky hair only furthered the feeling of comfort. Something about the clothes too. It started to feel like taking care of a friend more than anything nefarious. When her breaths sped up, and the squeals grew louder, it all gave way to a feeling of accomplishment.

Like there was an itch there that desperately needed to be scratched and I was scratching it for her. Like I was a masseuse, or a doctor, or something far nobler than a married scumbag doinking an old friend for a number of selfish reasons. At least some good was coming from it.

I reminded myself that Hanabi wouldn't have asked for this if it wasn't important.

Her mouth finally opened as she cried out in her orgasm. The way she clenched around me made my cock cry out for release just as much, and like a good little soldier, I did as I was told. A throaty groan was my only noise as I released inside her, filling my dear big sis with a huge load of my hot cum.

She all but collapsed as I pulled out.

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