A/N: Sorry for the wait. Before we go on I have to thank you all for giving this series the support I never really thought a story like this would get. I can only hope that you'll find this new chapter more than makes up for the wait.

Chapter 3: Always like this, never like this

Boruto:

With large hardy breaths I have Sarada drag me up the steps. One foot grudgingly following the other up the steps and to the corridor. The bathroom door opened with a loud creak triggering a sudden thumbing noise. I only then noticed the beating of my heart, hands quivering ever so lightly in Sarada's grip.

In retrospect it's a bit hard to imagine someone commanding the strength that Sarada does would still have such small, smooth, and delicate feeling hands. We had held hands back when we were younger as a safety precaution our mothers told us to use at the park. It was before getting to the age genders start to argue with one another, about toddlers if I could remember correctly. Our hands weren't all that different back then, but now I could feel how my hands had grown bigger than hers. It was obvious me being a guy, but it wasn't really what I tended to focus on as her rival.

A wet plop of cloth had my eyes darting in front of me faster than my mind could order them to the ground. Sarada's bare snow white back burned into memory with just that light flicker of the eyes. 'For fuck sakes Boruto get it together' I was quite angry at myself for reflexively looking. Thanks to that I was stuck with a permanent image of Sarada's back and the contrast from her faint tan lines just a few moments in the sun had given her.

"Hurry up, I don't want to end up just stand by watching you shower" Sarada barked at me the sound of the shower curtain being the only thing alerting me to her entering the shower as I kept staring at the ground. 'Okay... Okay.. Boruto you can do this it's just a shower with Sarada you pretty much did this until the first year of the Academy... Just remember it's just Sarada that same stuck up panty in a knot'

Stripping off my already torn shorts wasn't really that much of a loss in dignity considering they already left me exposed. I laid them by Sarada's bikini bottom, which held my focus for more than I cared to admit. With one last deep breath I pulled the curtain aside, stepped inside, and closed it after me. 'I'll show that crazy auntie I won't be...' Flowing water splattered on the shower ground hugging the form in front of me. Her hair was pulled down by the tug of water a little further than normal as it twisted down the nape of her neck. The winding rivers ran along her smooth white shoulders until they poured down like a shifting waterfall over her deceptively narrow back some places left relatively free free from the flow were left with droplets on her smooth skin. The waterfall carried on down the surface area shortening by her waist until it was finally parted into several rivers as it met a Highland. Parting those rivers was something that caught my eye before, but who's barren presence now forced me to finally concede against what I had always always held as truth that Sarada had no womanly curves. This was due to the shockingly plump lumps that split the waterfall into several rivers running down the long slender legs I had seen before. I just couldn't pull my eyes away at that seen and how well her ass went with her long legs.

"Here is the lather." Sarada turned around probably not long after I got in, but felt like ages from my sense of time. She pushed the lather into my chest her finger tips sitting against my pecks as I glanced at her. Her jet black hair hugged the sides of her face as the sharp eyes she got from her mother seemed to pierce through me, and her lips looked oddly softer than they had before. My eyes shifting down following her extended hand to my chest gave the line of sight to view her top to bottom. What I previously disregarded as just her flat as a board chest was surprisingly curved with signs of a work in progress. Her bits were also very pink. "Boruto?" She tilted her head trying to wake me from whatever trance I was in. 'She's... fucking hot?!' I cry out internally in disbelief. "Is... that... bigger than before?" Sarada's words finally got my attention as I followed her eyes to my dick. It was definitely bigger than before, and larger than even I had ever seen it in truth.

"Did the swelling go up?" She asked placing a hand on my shaft her fingers not effecting it's shape at all. "I-Its like iron...!" Sarada let out her voice filled with worry as I was paralyzed by the sensation of her smooth moistened hands running along my shaft. She gripped it with both hands staring down with a slight hunch over it. We stood just a few inches apart, and I could feel her breath on my chest; she seemed almost as dazed by it as I was. This was something I could only tell because she had all her focus on my member leaving me free to look at her face. 'If I just leaned down a bit- no what the fuck are you even thinking of?!' I couldn't believe I even thought of something like that. "Oi, Sarada it's fine I can manage if you'd-" I try to call her off as a sudden soft wall pushes against my whole cock.

"How can you be fine when all your muscles are stiff like this? Does it hurt that much?" She demanded to know as she pressed herself against me our abdomens sandwiching my dick. Her hands moved over my glut and thighs alerting me to how stiff the rest of me had gotten, but it was pretty hard to think about. Sarada shifted side to side causing her torso to rub on my cock. There wasn't any room left between us as my phallic grinded against her soft stomach. Her head was now resting on my shoulder as she tried to look over it, and I could now feel her chest on my pecks, her face against my face, and looking down I could see her ass. My breathing started to get heavier as my dick pulsed and twitched against Sarada; I could feel my head getting cloudier. There was no doubt any moment now I'd do something stupid.

As Sarada kept shifting against me I start noticing a weird feeling against my sack. "Sarada, you have hair down there?" I instantly blurt out.

Sarada jumped back a embarrassed blush on her face as she showed concern for covering herself for the first time that day. She placed a hand over her crotch hold one up in a fist as she almost seemed teary. As much as the shy reaction triggered a few pulses from my small head, my upper one knew she was seconds away from catapulting me into the next house. "Th-that's not how I meant it!" I raise my arms shaking them in front of her to try to calm her down. "I-I was just surprised is all.. I haven't gotten any, so I..." I desperately try to come up with whatever words would spare my life. "I got a little jealous that you grew up more than me is all..." This was my last bid to calm her down by appealing to her sense of competition.

"W-well of course! I've always been more mature than you..." She passed it off trying to seem confident, but I could still plainly see her flustered expression. "C-can I see?" The words left my mouth before I really thought them through leaving me a little shocked as I covered my mouth. "W-w-wah? Why?!" Sarada reeled at the request. "Well you've been seeing mine all day, so it only be fair if I got to see you. That's how things always worked until now right?" I cooked up some string of logic to suit my interest. "Th-that was with jutsu..." She recalled our past 'seeing trades'. A few moments of silence pass by as she mulled over it eventually lowering her fist and removing her palm.

I immediately ducked down startling her. It was beautiful I could barely conclude as I was a little mesmerized staring at it. I hadn't had much of a clear view of it from above, but now I could see directly at it. It was pink a few folds, a single small finger tip clump of hair above it, and it seemed to shimmer in the light clearly moist. "D-do you need to look that close?" Sarada wondered her voice still sounding insecure. That honestly woke me up from the trance I was in as I felt my breath bounce off her entrance. I was breathing right on it and would've probably face planted right into it if she hadn't snapped me out of it.

"...hehehehe... Hahahaha..." I begin to laugh. "What are you laughing about?!" Sarada springs to her feet, toppling me over, her fist once again ready to strike as I laid on the ground. "Hahahaha haha!" I kept laughing. 'Why am I laughing, it's just some dumb childhood memory isn't it?' I try to figure out.

"I said just what is so funny?!" Sarada called out again as she plopped herself down on top of me. 'S-sara... you're putting your... Oh god..' I felt her lower lips directly on my pelvis as she tried to intimidate me by grabbing me by the neck. Her soft, wet folds smeared against me with the slightest shift of her body. I could feel my cock stiffen to new heights as it pushed up against her smooth and soft ass as if it was going to pop. It was all to much for me; I had reached my limit. Moving to sit upright I slid her down directly on my lap as I reached around pulling her waist towards me. For a few moments directed by my instinct I forget the certain death that awaited what I was going to do as I brought my face closer to hers. Just before I crossed the point of no return I felt the fumes on my engine extinguish as I looked at her pouting face. 'It really is like back then' I tell myself slumping down again.

Sarada:

'Is he broken?' I wondered not really sure what to make of Boruto's strange behavior. I noticed it at the pool, but he seemed to snap out of it after our water fight. If I thought back to it he'd been acting odd all day first ignoring me, now just acting weird. At first I just thought it was due to me hitting him, but he shouldn't have suffered any head injuries. Then again I've noticed how boys react to getting hit down there almost like a hivemind. 'So maybe mental trauma?' I postulated on the answer to the way he'd been acting.

My train of thought was interrupted by Boruto's swell pushing it's way between my cheeks startling me a bit. It was as stiff as ever, but now I could feel how it pulsated like a heart the blood flowing through the veins and the warmth coming off it on my bottom. 'Is it... reacting to me?...' I tilt my head looking over my shoulder to see it popping up over my butt with its lively twitching head; it was kind of cute. 'W-what?! Sarada you need to stop thinking that way!' I attempt to discipline myself for viewing it in such a casual manner.

Truthfully, I was rather taken by the odd nature of Boruto's swelling. It seemed to act in a way you could easily be fooled into thinking it was alive in the way it jerked around, pulsated, shifted in hardness, and changed angle. I seemed to be strangely fixated on it always catching my eyes drifting down towards it as if it was somehow commanding my attention towards it with its lively displays. '... maybe I'm the one with a mental issue...' I sighed dismissing it as just me being ridiculous turning my attention back to Boruto.

One second he was up in my face, which I took as him about to start a fight, and the next he just slumped back down his gaze softening. "Hey Sarada... do you remember back when you first learned your first ninjutsu?" Boruto asked me out of nowhere. "Yeah...? It was back when we were five right?" The topic was so random it took me a while to really respond. "I just recalled, you were pretty excited about it. I of course, was rather pissed since you learned a jutsu before me. I remember how I bugged my old man for like a month about how you got to learn ninjutsu when he said it was still to dangerous for me." He continued that old story.

"Heh, it was the first time I beat you to something." I smirk reminiscing in old triumphs. "Oh? Huh, I guess I never thought of it that way. I just felt you were gloating about it too much." He seemed genuinely surprised about it. "Heh... they aren't the clearest, but the memories of having to see your mug after you learned to walk before me was some of the most frustrating I can recall having in my early life." I recount that small ordeal. "Woah... you really hold a grudge..." Boruto mumbled raising a brow at the story. "Well you'd be mad about it too if someone kept walking away with the toys just because they can move a little faster now!" I snapped back at him the ridiculousness of what I'm saying only hitting me after I blurted it out as I could feel my face get a little warm.

"Either way... I was just reminded of that time; I didn't want to believe it so I kept harassing you to see it until you finally gave in." He continued with the story from earlier. I could remember that, it was in the park. "You were really shy about it when we finally got there just like you were now. Asking if I really need to stare that close while you did your jutsu." Boruto carried on. 'Oh God, not that...' And shiver ran down my spine as I the memory of that embarrassment returned to me. "You finally fired that fire ball jutsu and it was the size of an apple and didn't even make it three feet before it went out. I broke down on the ground laughing-" Boruto didn't even get chance to finish that sentence as I grabbed him by the neck. "So what you're saying it's so bad it's laughable?!" I ringed him by the neck my mood taking a sharp turn down. I got more upset than I really saw reason to, but decided it was more pertinent to seek justice for what I saw as an insult.

"N-no that's..." Boruto cried out stopping me; he seemed to choke on his words trying to figure out what came next. "It... it's uhm..." He struggled to place his words as I glared at him inquisitively. It began to dawn on me the way I just framed that question would mean Boruto would be complimenting my looks right now. ' Ah...I get it now...' I barely avoid giggling aloud as put it together. 'So you liked the way I looked huh?' I snicker as I watched him squirm fumbling on his expressions trying desperately to avoid what he had already set in motion by saying no. I mean sure the compliment would be to a pretty weird place, but this would be the first time I ever caught Boruto thinking I was pretty. The anxiety I felt lifted off my shoulders as I relished the taste of a new victory over Boruto. Turning to look at him I could tell he'd try to weasel his way out of other like he always would, but he messed up too badly this time. I already thought up a few lines to mock him with after he denies it. 'Alright Boruto, go on and try to take it back I'll just-' I gloated internally.

"It was really pretty. Thanks for letting me see Sarada, it was beautiful." He interrupted my internal monologue. 'EEEEEEEEEHH?!' While not totally slack jawed, my mouth slid open as I stared back in shock. 'A-a-alright y-you have your ammo now go for it' I gave myself a pep talk for my gloating campaign. "O-oh... r-really... erh... uhmm.." I babbled out leaning back. 'No, no, no get back there and mock him Sarada!' My inner self commanded. The words couldn't come out; I expected for Boruto to throw a tantrum over being caught like his usual bratty self. "Y-your welcome..." I reciprocated as I felt my cheeks tint with blood. 'W-whats with this tingly sensation all over?!' A odd feeling of almost like electricity ran over my face and hands. A silence fell over us as we just stared at each other neither saying a word. 'You need to change to topic, c'mon think.'

"Y-you too... uhm... I never really knew you were that muscular. I mean I felt it time to time from my fists, but I never thought it looked like well... that..." I turned my gaze lower pointing at Boruto's abs and pecks. "It.. looks good, better than I expected. I always saw you as a real feather weight so it was pretty shocking when I saw you in get in the shower." I decided to trade a compliment to try to get rid of the awkward atmosphere. "Oh.. uhm thanks. But hadn't you seen it before the pool or even before that during mock battles?" Boruto pointed out the obvious. "It's just... I hadn't really taken the time to really look at it close up like we've been in the shower." I reply really only just figuring it out myself. Ever since Boruto got that injury I've been paying extra attention to his body noticing things I don't focus on normally. To drive my point home I realized I had been tracing my hands over Boruto's chest and stomach. 'Doesn't matter too much when dealing with so many Shinobi who enhance their strength with chakra, but it certainly gives a different texture' I assess his toned body.

"Say Sarada... do you remember what happened after that?" He asks me a uncomfortably direct question. "How couldn't I teme..." I sigh back glancing away. "What girl doesn't remember when they lose their maiden lips" I mutter down with a slight pout. It had been shortly after the display of my first jutsu that Boruto had kept getting closer and closer to my face mocking the rather small fire ball. I had been determined to produce a more impressive display, so much that I lost track of my surroundings. Hearing one last jeering laugh from the obnoxious twit I turned to aim my attack right at him only to find his lips against mine as I let out the the jutsu my lost concentration weakening the flames. "My whole mouth got burned... ended up crying all the way home without even looking back." Boruto added in uncharacteristically insulting himself. I had no intention of falling for any potential tricks, so I immediately followed it up. "Serves you right for stealing a maiden's lips! I spent a whole year thinking I wouldn't be able to marry." I huff trying to mask a tinge of frustration. The image of the brunette earlier today drifted back into memory. 'Why did that bitch of all things pop up in my head?'

"Well I'm surprised you even remembered that. I would've guessed an idiot like you would've long forgotten about that. After all you have plenty of girls around you now a days." I insult him out of annoyance not really sure what was bothering about it. "No, that was my only kiss. I'm not really interested in those girls, so what about you Sarada?" Boruto replied sitting up bringing his face to mine. He locked his eyes with mine. "N-no just that one..." I stuttered out my response another odd feeling swelling in my chest as I rested it on his. It seemed whatever was making my heart rate go up was effecting Boruto as well since I could feel his heart beating on my chest. Our faces were close enough to feel each other's breath as his thing pulsed against my rear like a second heart. He took his arm around my lower back and for a moment my whole body shot up in this electric tingling sensation as I was left with the deepest expectation for something to happen as my mind began to fog.

'Woah, woah, woah!' I suddenly throw my hands in front of me separating me and Boruto as I pushed him off of me. "Uh... l-lets hurry and finish showering, we'll run out of hot water at this rate!" Excusing myself I lift myself up making my way to the far side of the small shower letting the stream of water drop directly on my head. 'All the steam and hot air must be getting to me. Lets just get out of here as quickly as possible' I diagnose my recent feelings as I get the soap and lather in my hands. For some reason I couldn't help but feel like a coward like I had somehow just ran away from something. Just as I was preparing to start I felt a all to familiar by this point poke on my butt from a certain swollen thing as I saw Boruto's hands reach from behind grabbing the soap and lather. "H-hoi, what are you doing?!" I warned him still not fully recovered from our last close encounter. "You've been taking care of me, I thought I'd return the favor." He explained himself using more force to pull the soap and lather from my hands. "I don't... need you to do... that." My voice turns into a soft mutter as my heart starts racing again. I could've easily snatched away the soap and lather from his hands pushing him off, but instead I noticed my grip soften until he had taken it from my hands. As a shinobi and having Boruto as my main sparring partner I felt a little tense just letting him stand behind me like that lowering my gaurd, but those feelings soon relented. 'I guess... I really trust him in the end?' I wondered just why I was letting him do this, yet I could only guess on some level I wanted this.

Fully expecting him to be his usual brash and rough self I closed my eyes bracing for him to rub me raw. Instead I feel the lather placed a little hesitantly on my shoulder as he slowly brought it down my arm. Lifting up the lather he put it down on my opposite shoulder gently running it down my arm again. It took a few more moments as he carefully ran the lather across my back being thorough but careful until I felt myself start to relax. I began to feel this awkward bubbling sensation as he continued. I suppose it was a little weird for me to have Boruto treat me nice like this after all we spend most of our time trying to beat the daylights out of each other in a trend that had only gotten worse lately. Don't get me wrong those fights were fun, but this somehow felt rather nice too. It's just the possibility that Boruto would be gentle with me let alone treat me delicate like this seemed so odd. "Hehehehe..." I let out a giggle trying to cover it up. "Hey I'm really trying here!" Boruto spout off at the laughter looking a little frustrated. "S-sorry..." I apologized doing trying the best I could to keep me from laughing again. What finally ends up stopping me was him starting to wash my front. Slow, gentle circular strokes of the lather on my chest that felt really nice for some reason. Leaning back I let myself rest on him as he kept scrubbing me.

Just as he finished up I grabbed him by his a swell startling him as he jumped slightly. "I got to do you too don't it?" I proposed as it only seemed fair to help him out as well. "Y-yeah thanks..." Boruto accepted much quicker than he had before making me glad he seemed to trust me a little more handling his injury. I took the lather and started glowing it with my medical ninjutsu as I ran it along his shaft. This time he didn't tense up or resist like he had been doing to me treatment before. Other than the occasional grunt he seemed genuinely relaxed enjoying his treatment.

The bath done we walked out a towel wrapped around my torso while he covered up himself up wrapping a it around his lower half much to my protest thinking it aggravate his injury. "Oh you're done?" I hear mother from the end of the hall walking over. Her and Boruto seemed to glance at one another with him quickly breaking eye contact and seemed to shrink a little. Just as I raises a brow my mother stepped in between us. "Oh Boruto your clothes are still in your duffle bag downstairs. We'll be up here so feel free to change in the living room." She suggested to Boruto as he hastily made his way down the stairs. Slightly confused over the odd exchange I make my way to the bedroom and start to hum a little as I open my dresser. "My you seem happy did something good happen?" Mom interrupted me causing me to turn towards her. "Nothing in particular..." I respond in my normal tone not noticing that anything was off. "You sure?... That's quite the face for nothing in particular." She snickered a little as I bring my hand to my face feeling out a smile I hadn't noticed was stuck on my face. As I frantically recomposed myself an odd sense of embarrassment over something I hear something drop on my bed. "Ah, Sarada I took the liberty of getting you some more big girl clothes for your little sleep over." My mom pointed to the bed where she had plopped them down. My hands ran along the new fabric's frills and strings shivering as I took it all in. "W-what is this?! I-its all just...! What's even the point of putting this on when it leaves what it's suppose to cover open?!" I gawk over the ridiculous 'night' clothing my mom brought me. "I-I can't wear this!" I steadfastly refuse to put it on. "Ah... I suppose you're right..." Mom slumps in defeat seeming heart broken I wouldn't put it on allowing me to turn back to my dresser. "I guess you'll just have to put on your usual pajamas... Man I wonder Boruto would think of that..." I feel a cold chill run up my spine as she points out a critical flaw I had not prepared for. "So Sarada what will it be the teddy bear picture one? Or the fluffy bunny?" She asked taking on a voice she use to do when I would be dressed up like a princess for her photos. I turn back to the bed. 'D-do I really have no other choice?' I assess if there was any way to save my dignity as I found myself between a rock and hard place.

Boruto:

Rushing down the stairs I dodged the shady looks Sakura gave me. I threw on my shorts and a shirt finally glad to have some measure of cover after feeling like I had gone commando the past few hours. My head slowly clearing from the hot sauna that the bathroom ended up is start collecting my thoughts.

"You damn idiot!" I insulted at myself smacking my head against the wall. 'Just what the fuck came over you back there?!' I scolded myself yet again over what I did back there. Clutching my now throbbing head I run my hand down my face as I try to figure out just what the hell I was going to do now. 'It was pretty? I haven't kissed anyone? Giving her a scrubdown? WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!' I raged at my seeming inability to think clearly the second I saw Sarada in the shower. Facing up to the top of the stairs I scowl. 'There is no telling what that crazy auntie was expecting to happen, but I know making a total U turn away from it is the safest bet'

I could feel my stomach squirm hoping that even Sarada had the common sense to not tell Sakura about what had happened in the shower. 'It's alright Boruto, clam down. In the end nothing really happened other than you losing your head a little. You should be able to play it off like nothing, and things will be back to the same way they've always been' I try to assure myself that I hadn't messed everything up when I started to notice other than my clothes there was nothing in the duffle bag. "Where's my futon?!" I burst out realizing it was gone. It suddenly dawned on me exactly who would have the answers and marched up the stairs to confront her.

I found Sakura in the corridor just leaving Sarada's room with an unsettling smirk on her face as she walked up to me. "I'll admit I was a bit worried, but turns out I was right guessing your a good kid. Looks like you've managed to make some good memories huh?" She guessed what occurred in the shower. "Where is my futon?" I cut right to the chase not wanting to fall for any of her games. "Do I really need to day what's going to happen next?" Sakura sighed the same way a sensei would to a dumb student. "Anyway... No need to keep being a good boy; I know you'll treat my Sara-chan right now, so go in there and enjoy~" Sarada's mother let out the creepiest implication I ever heard as she walked past me.

"H-hey...!" I call out to her annoyed at being ignored. "What? You've always slept in the same bed as Sarada when you've slept over. Or are you saying things are different now?" Sakura answered with another question, one that had me mulling over it long enough for her to get back to her room. I glanced down at the living room downstairs knowing that if I really wanted to I could just sleep in the couch. However, that would show that I was afraid of getting close to Sarada and that I'm afraid if her tricks. 'No, I'll show her that she can't fuck with my head like this. Alright, you've already dealt with Sarada in the shower and she was naked there. Just how bad could just sleeping in the same room be? Not like it could get any worse than naked...' I resolve to prove I won't fall for whatever schemes she was up to walking to Sarada's room and opening the door.

"T-took you long enough teme. Mom told me how you forgot to pack your futon not that I'd expect anything else from an idiot like you... S-so I guess it can't be helped I'll let you sleep on my bed. J-just don't forget it's mine, so I get most of the room!" Sarada bombards me with what was probably a speech she already had ready to give before I could really take everything in. It was fair being I was the one intruding on her bed, but if her words were a bombardment, her looks were an orbital strike. My jaw dropped slack I didn't have the composure to even attempt to get it up as it just dangled from my mouth. Before me Sarada stood wearing a black top with complementary red frills that sat on the outer and inner edges of the bra. And by inner I meant inner as the so called bra was just the string outline of what you'd see for one leaving the important job of covering the breasts completely unfinished. Her underwear was the same leaving an opening that let me see everything. "W-what? You expected me to have some kind of kiddie pajamas? N-no way I'd have anything like that..." She pouted covering for her clearly having such pajamas that I guessed Sakura must've used to get her into this stunningly sexy outfit. "I-if you're not gonna say anything hurry up and get get in bed. I have to get up early, so don't take all night!" Sarada finished the conversation as she crawled up on the bed pointing her ass in my direction swaying as she moved over the bed the thin string of fabric blended into her crack leaving her rump perfectly exposed to me.

'It can get worse... It can get so much worse' I mutter to myself as I genuinely begin to contemplate if it was possible to die from an erection as it pushed against my shorts looking ready to burst out at any moment.

A/N: This brings us to the end of this chapter, be sure to favorite and follow if you like the fanfic. Until next time, chao!