Did I forget to mention that there will be more lemons? I think I did. Sorry about that, hehe.

Just be aware of them, I guess. :)

No, I'm kidding. I'll give you all a heads up before anything sexual comes.

Enjoy!

Chapter 8

Evening finally sets in, and this time, instead of watching movies, we both decided we watched Friends. As we cuddled and watched the comedy ensue, the ungodly amount of anger I had felt earlier in the afternoon had faded completely. Hana just had a way of disarming me and making me want to be a better person. I loved her, and I knew that somehow things would work out fine.

I would have held Hana on that twin sized bed and watched horror movies until the end of time if I could, but after the third movie, I felt sleepy and needed a break.

"I'm tired, let's go to sleep," I declared.

"Okay," Hana responded before she kissed me on the cheek.

I was on my back with my arm wrapped around Hana. She rested a hand on my chest and leaned against my shoulder. I stared at the ceiling in silence for a long time, contemplating the next day, before eventually drifting off to sleep.

I awoke to the feeling of someone nudging me in the ribs. "Wake up," I heard Hana whisper. I must have been asleep for at least an hour because my eyes felt heavy and my muscles were stiff.

"I'm awake," I said begrudgingly.

"You don't have to do anything tomorrow. I'll just tell Trent that we're finished and whatever happens, happens."

She had moved from her earlier position and was now lying on her back next to me, her head turned to its side, facing mine. Her voice indicated that she hadn't been sleeping.

I found it amusing that she had been lying there thinking about the consequences of her confession to me and came to the conclusion that Trent might actually be in grave danger. He was, of course, but it wasn't my fault he didn't know Hana had a tall, athletic older brother.

"Hah," I laughed. "Feeling merciful now that you've realised you've unleashed me? He's dead meat. Sorry, not sorry."

She gave me a sly grin and said, "You're going to save me; is that it?"

"Of course!"

She strained her neck to lean into me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "I love you," she said.

(LEMON)

I tickled her cheek with the back of my fingers as she pulled away before she turned to her side and scooted closer to me. She kissed me again, more forcibly this time, and I gave in to the pressure. I latched onto her mouth, this time immediately opening my mouth and exploring her's with my tongue. She whimpered into my mouth as I groped her left breast with my right hand. As I kissed her, my senses were flooded with her pheromones as well as the familiar fragrance of watermelon. My earlier hesitancy was now lost on me as I feasted on the inside of her mouth.

I sat up and crawled on top of her, forcing her on her back. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started peeling it off her skin, eventually up and over her head. She extended her arms to aid me, and soon she was dressed in only her panties; her large, pale orbs with their light pink nipples now on full display. I dove down to her breasts and latched onto her left nipple and began hungrily sucking on it. With my right hand, I attended to the other breast, the hand manipulating the soft flesh as her nipple hardened in my palm. She let out a soft moan of approval as I continued my manipulation of her large, firm breasts.

I switched to her right nipple and eagerly began lapping at the pink nub with my tongue and sucking as much of the wet flesh as I could into my mouth. Hana continued crying out soft moans and squirmed in my arms. My assault was relentless, and soon I could sense her impending orgasm. Just from playing with her boobs? I wondered.

I reached down to her panties and ran a single finger over the damp material over her slit. Her legs spasmed and wrapped around me as she covered her mouth with both hands to suppress her moans of ecstasy. My lips were still latched to her nipple as my finger ran up and down her panty covered sex, gently pleasuring her as she rode out her orgasm.

She uncovered her mouth and began breathing heavily. For a moment, I was concerned she was hyperventilating, but eventually, her breathing slowed and she just stared at me seductively.

"Make love to me," she panted.

"Are you sure?" I asked, to which responded with a swift nod.

Hana's legs had loosened their death grip on me, but her feet were still wrapped around my knees. I gently grabbed her ankles with both hands and separated myself from her. I stood up from the bed and pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it carelessly across the room. My cock was begging to be set free from the restraints of my shorts, and I quickly pushed them, along with my boxers, down my leg. I left them in a pile on the floor and climbed back on the bed and positioned myself between Hana's legs.

In her post orgasmic bliss, she had forgotten to take off her panties, but I didn't care. Sitting up on my knees, I reached down and pushed the material to the side and positioned the head of my cock against her wet pussy lips and started rubbing up and down.

"Yes…" Hana purred.

"Put it in me," she begged. I continued to tease her for a few seconds, revelling in the feeling of her wetness on the head of my cock. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted as I looked down at her. My fingers still pulling the material of her panties to the side, I positioned my cock into her opening and slowly eased the head of my cock past her lips.

Hana was biting her lower lip as she said, "God, you're so big."

She began wiggling her hips to ease my cock inside her tight canal, and I couldn't help but feel empowered as she struggled to accommodate my size. Trent might have gotten to her first, but Hana clearly wasn't prepared for what I was packing.

Hana's face contorted with pleasure as I took over and slowly pulled out of her tight grip only to slowly enter her again with the first few inches of my cock, repeating the motion over and over.

I leaned over her to kiss her, the movement causing my cock to bury deeper than before inside her moist cavity. Her lips formed an 'O' shape, and I immediately covered her mouth with mine. She moaned into my mouth as my cock pushed deeper and deeper inside her. The sensation was incredible as her pussy stretched to assist my fat cock in its deep intrusion. I separated from her mouth and leaned over her, trying to catch my bearings.

"You feel amazing, I don't think I can last longer," I warned.

She grabbed my head and pulled me down for another hungry kiss and began to rotate her hips, causing my fully embedded cock to undulate against the soft, velvety walls of her pussy.

My short break brought with it renewed vigor, and I began to urge my full length out of her only to drive it back in. Each time I pulled out, I could feel her pussy clamp down around me, desperate for the next thrust. Hana moaned into my mouth, and I slipped my tongue between her lips, eager to taste the inside of her mouth again.

"Fuck, Hana," I moaned between passionate kisses as I continued to drive my cock into her in slow, methodical strokes. I pulled away from her lips and looked down at her perfect breasts, the fleshy mounds shaking with each thud against her pelvis.

Hana started roughly massaging her left breast as she covered her mouth to try to suppress her moans and I felt like the luckiest person on the planet. She was so irresistibly beautiful as her face and body buckled and twisted from each deep thrust.

I sat up at a ninety-degree angle and lifted up her legs, my hands gripping the bottom of her knees, and increased my pace. I knew I was going to cum soon, but she felt terrific, and I couldn't control my bodily reactions.

I stared down at where we were connected and could see what I was feeling before. Hana's tight pussy was clamping firmly around my cock each time I pulled out like it was unwilling to let go. The sight was intoxicating.

"Oh, Kiba! Don't stop!" she screamed, both of her hands now roughly massaging her breasts as her lower body squirmed under my continuous pounding.

"Oohhh, I'm cumming!" Hana cried out.

I could feel the walls of her pussy convulse, milking my cock, and soon I, too, was coming. Too enthralled in the sensation to pull out, I plunged as deep as I could inside of her and came. Hana's orgasm caused her pussy to spasm around my cock, massaging it, as I exploded deep inside her. I slowed down my motions but continued to impale her for a long time after I came, her pussy continuing to spasm and tightly grip my cock.

(END OF LEMON)

Eventually, I pulled out and moved to lie down next to her.

"Oh man, Hana. You are so beautiful," I gushed while catching my breath.

We rolled onto our sides to face each other.

"You make me feel so amazing, Kiba. I love you so much."

Hana's breathing was still quickened but was slowing down. She had a smile on her face as I stared into her hazel eyes, now taking on a shade of dark gold from the dim moonlight. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer to me.

"I love you, too," I said.

Hana leaned into me and kissed me. We gently kissed and fondled each other until the early morning hours before finally falling asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up the next morning spooning behind Hana, my hand laying on her flat tummy. My morning wood was running down my leg and was resting against Hana's exposed legs. I shifted quietly from my intimate coupling with Hana and tried to make my way out of her room without waking her up.

Today was the day that I dealt with Trent.

Once I was in my room, I pulled out my cellphone to text Mia. I noticed it was a quarter to eleven in the morning-we had slept a very long time. Or perhaps we didn't, and I had just lost track of time from the events of last night. Either way, it was rest that was very much needed as my thoughts were much more organised in my mind and I could plan my strategy for dealing with Trent with a clear head.

Me: Good morning, Mia. Sorry to bother you, I was wondering if you knew where I might be able to find Trent on a beautiful Sunday afternoon like today.

I wasn't sure if she was awake, but I didn't want to talk to Hana about Trent any more than I had to. Mia at least knew he existed and I wanted to deal with this situation as soon as possible. I didn't have to wait long for a reply.

Mia: Good morning, handsome. Do you want his phone number?

No, I didn't want to talk to him directly, but I couldn't just outright explain to Mia that I was planning on beating him to the brink of death. That sounded better in my head.

Me: No, I was hoping to surprise him.

Mia: Well, he did say something about playing basketball this weekend while at lunch yesterday.

I quickly formulated a plan but needed to get Mia on board.

Kiba: I know what you're talking about. Want to message Trent for me and invite him to play some basketball? I can meet you there, wherever it is. :)

My words were carefully chosen with minimal regard for Mia's feelings on the subject. I felt sorry for using her like this, but it needed to be done.

Mia: I thought you played football?

Me: I play basketball, too.

Mia: Okay, then! I'll text him!

I waited a few minutes for a response before deciding to take a quick shower. Trent could still be asleep for all I knew, and I felt dirty wearing my overnight clothes.

With a towel wrapped around my waist, I went into my bedroom after my shower and changed into some fresh clothes. I put on a t-shirt and some gym shorts as well as my shiny red Nike shoes that I wore explicitly for basketball and nothing else. Looking at my phone, I saw that Mia still hadn't responded.

As I left my bedroom and headed downstairs, I found the living room and kitchen empty. I was eager to meet up with Trent, but I needed to be patient and wait for confirmation from Mia. I decided to make breakfast for myself and Hana, but my culinary breakfast skills were, so I made pancakes using a pancake mix.

I had prepared four pancakes when Hana came downstairs and sat in one of the stools near the countertop. She had slipped into some flannel pyjama pants and was wearing one of my old t-shirts that were way too big for her. The kitchen was naturally lit by the sunlight shining in through the windows, and her unconfined hair took on a shade of dark red.

"Good morning, angel," I said while flipping a pancake.

"Hey, I forgot today was Sunday. Usually, Mom wakes me up and asks me if I want to go shopping at the mall, but I guess she didn't bother today."

Every weekend when I came home, our mother would ask us if we wanted to go shopping with her. It hadn't crossed my mind until Hana brought it up but was it possible. Mom saw us sleeping on her bed and decided not to confront us? I pushed those uncomforting thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on the pancakes.

"I'm sure she just forgot. You hungry?" I asked.

"A little, but don't make too many pancakes. I think you have enough."

The pan clearly required some kind of attention to maintain consistent thick pancake production, and I neither cared enough nor had the knowledge to correct it, so I finished cooking the fifth pancake and slapped it on the other four. I prepared two plates, three pancakes for me and two for Hana and grabbed the bottle of maple syrup from the pantry before placing it all on the bar in front of Hana. I grabbed two glasses and filled them with orange juice and sat down next to her.

As I was pouring syrup on my pancakes, I felt a buzz in my pocket.

Mia: Alright. He says he'll bring his little brother and meet us at the nearby sports complex at noon.

I felt nervous anticipation at her words. It was going to happen. I hope that I was doing the right thing here.

Me: Great! I'll see you then.

I discreetly slid my phone back into my shorts and started eating.

"Who was that?" Hana asked before she slipped some food between her lips.

"Just a friend. I'm gonna meet up with some high school buddies and play some basketball at the sports complex. You know, the indoor courts. Do you want to go?"

Actually, I didn't want her to come, of course, but I didn't want to be too obvious, and I hoped she wouldn't call my bluff.

"Oh, no thanks, I'm good. It's been a while since I've done any sports and now's not a really good time for me."

Phew! "Okay."

"When will you be back?"

"I shouldn't be gone more than an hour or two," I said.

I pulled my cell phone out and texted Mia, saying she shouldn't tell Hana that she's meeting up with me. I hated to keep things from my sister, but I didn't want her to get the wrong idea. Mia and Hana were close, and I didn't want to risk it all falling apart.

I scarfed down my pancakes in under five minutes and got up to clean my plate. As I was running the plate under the water, I looked up at Hana, still eating. She looked so peaceful now in her newly found serenity that I assured her of the night before. Her demeanour was confident and happy, and when she noticed me staring, she looked up at me and smiled broadly at me, unable to contain her happiness. She looked so lovely and the nervousness I felt for what was to come dissipated completely, if only temporarily, as I stared into her endless, bright hazel eyes.

I glanced down at my phone and saw that it was a quarter to noon.

"Alright, I'm gonna head out now," I said.

Hana stepped down from the stool and walked up to me. "You'll be back in a few hours, right?"

"Yes, I promise."

Hana wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. "I love you," she said.

"I love you too," I said, kissing the top of her head.

As an athlete, I was all too familiar with things like pre-game jitters, not precisely scared but not exactly excited either. The feeling would last from about an hour before a big game and immediately fade away the moment I ran onto the court and breathed in the familiar atmosphere. I prefer football to any other sport, obviously. But basketball is still one of my favourite sports.

As I pulled into the empty eastern parking lot of the sports complex, I was surprised by a feeling of confidence. Confidence often accompanied the sense of nervous anticipation, and as I drove to the edge of the parking lot nearest the basketball courts, I realised this.

There were a few other cars parked nearby as I pulled the latch to open the trunk of my car. Focusing my newfound courage, I walked out of the car and opened the trunk to find my basketball and pump. The ball was latched to the side of the trunk to keep it from rolling around in transit, and I freed it before pumping it back to its original firmness and walked, basketball in hand, to the basketball court. It felt weird in my hand, but it was all coming back to me. So I was going to be okay.

There were four rows of metal bleachers next to the court, and I found Mia waiting for me. She was wearing a blue tank top and blue jean shorts with a giant white scrunchie holding her shoulder-length black hair in a ponytail. She looked very cute, and I again thought that given different circumstances, I would have happily given in to her advances.

"Hey," I said. I stood in front of Mia and started dribbling the basketball on the grey concrete in front of the bleachers. "Where's Trent?"

She had seen me coming, of course, and waited for me nervously on the bleacher fidgeting with her fingers, pretending not to see me.

"Oh, hi! He should be here any minute now!"

There was a chain fence that surrounded the court with a small opening. I remembered there being a gate before, but apparently, they just took it off altogether as it was more of a hindrance than anything else. I walked onto the court, still dribbling the ball, and invited Mia to follow me.

We played some one on one for a few minutes while we waited for Trent and his brother to arrive. Mia was much shorter than me, but she was clearly talented at moving around with the ball in her hand, and I was impressed to find that she could easily swerve around me and score. I was playing easy on her of course, but I was still pleasantly surprised.

We casually played for another ten minutes when I noticed some rambling near the bleachers. I looked in the direction of the noise and saw Trent and his younger brother sitting on the bleachers. Trent was tying on his pair of basketball sneakers while his brother made his way into the courtyard. His brother was much younger than us - probably fourteen or fifteen - but he was nearly as tall as his brother.

Now that I could see him, I recognised him to be the Trent that I remembered. While I had played football on the varsity team every year I was in high school, I was told that he only played varsity basketball in his junior and senior years. He was around 5'11, putting him around a head shorter than me. He was caucasian with short, light brown hair.

Naturally, I saw a lot of him in my last two years of high school, but we rarely saw one another. I used to observe his style of play. He was a good player, there was no doubt about it, but he could not coordinate with his team and would often botch plays in favour of trying to control them himself. He was very reminiscent of Cristiano Ronaldo sometimes when he showboats. Growing up, I most often played the role of centre, focusing more on rebounds and opening up my teammates from defenders to allow them to make shots. However, basketball being a very dynamic sport with lots of movement, I could seamlessly switch between roles with ease. Trent usually played the role of point guard, making him responsible for setting up plays and finding holes in the defence, but his controlling gameplay often led to more pressure on his teammates to create openings for him and rebound the ball when he would take shots he shouldn't have. It never really bothered me, though, as basketball is a team sport just like football, afterall. He never looked to be a starter, even in his senior year.

"Hey, I'm Jamie," Trent's younger brother said as he approached me. I extended a hand in greeting, and we shook hands, "Yeah, I remember watching you play football when I had to wait for my mom to pick me up from school. You're awesome!"

I chuckled at his comment, "Thanks, I appreciate the comment."

"Hey, Mia. Good to see you. Ready to get your butt kicked?" Jamie taunted.

"Ha! Yeah right!" Mia said, passing him the ball.

As Jamie dribbled the ball, we all turned to see Trent enter the courtyard. The moment he recognised me, his eyes immediately widened.

"Oh, what's up man? I didn't know Mia was talking about you when she messaged me."

I wanted to punch him in the mouth the moment he started talking as if playing basketball together years ago somehow made us friends. I forced myself to calm down.

"What's up," I uttered, still looking at Jamie dribbling the ball.

"This is Kiba, he's Hana's brother!" Mia said, "Baby brother! If I might add."

He apparently didn't know that I was Hana's 'baby' brother and upon Mia's introduction, he became noticeably distant and quiet, other than muttering, "Oh, I didn't know that."

"Alright! Two on two, me and Kiba versus you two," Mia said fiercely. "Let's say .. first to twenty points!"

I seriously doubted we were going to finish a full game, but I decided to play along and huddled next to Mia. I said, "Alright, I'll cover Trent, you cover Jamie."

"Roger that," Mia said before clapping her hands together and walking to the centre of the court.

"You guys start," I yelled.

Mia looked back at me, and I motioned for her to take a more defensive position on our side of the court.

Jamie passed the ball to Trent, and they took their positions.

Trent dribbled the ball down the court, and I immediately started covering him as he made his way to the three point line. He has his back turned to me, his arms flailing around his body with the ball in hand, as he looked for an opening to pass the ball to Jamie. Every time Trent stepped in one direction to try to break free, I was there with my hands high in the air. Eventually, he hurried to his right and tried to break free and dribble towards the basket. I caught on to his motions and knocked the ball out from under him and dribbled the ball across the court for an easy lay-up.

"Woo hoo!" Mia cheered. "Good one, Kiba!"

I let the ball fall to the ground and roll away towards the chain fence as I made my way across the court.

"So it's going to be like that, then?" Trent scolded when I made it back.

"Go get the ball, second string," I hissed.

Trent scrunched his eyes and glared at me as if to say "Dick!"

Trent begrudgingly made his way across the court and found the ball. He walked back to the centre of the court and started dribbling. Trent stood on the centerline, dribbling the ball, alternating between dribbling between his legs and dribbling in front of them. As he started down my side of the court, I immediately started defending him again. This time, I allowed him a bit more breathing room, and he got within range for a two pointer and tried to make a fade away shot. I easily deflected the shot, and it flew high into the air towards Mia, and she caught it.

Trent and Jamie made their way across the court and took defensive positions. Mia passed me the ball, and I slowly dribbled the ball down the court. Now, basketball is considered a "semi-contact" sport, meaning light contact from defensive pressure and the occasional elbow was to be expected, but deliberate contact with the intent of bringing a player down was strictly prohibited. I wasn't correctly playing by the rules at this moment, however.

As I made my way down the court, I found myself standing in front of the three point line with the ball raised high above my head. Being much taller than Trent, I could easily keep it from his reach without having to resort to wildly swinging my arms from side to side. As I turned my body towards Mia, waiting for an opening, I found a different sort of opportunity. Trent was stretching his body and reaching wildly, trying to intercept the ball should I pass it. As he made one of these stretches, I very deliberately turned my upper body and elbowed him square in the nose.

My 'plan' didn't really extend beyond meeting him in person so at this point I was improvising.

Trent's hands immediately went to his face as blood started gushing from his nose.

"Are you okay, Trent?" I heard Mia shout as she ran towards him.

"Fuck, man, I think you broke my nose. What the fuck was that?" Trent squealed, his voice muffled by his hands.

"I think I have some towels the car, I'll be right back," Jamie said as he rushed from the courtyard. Mia followed him.

"God dammit, Kiba. We're just playing for fun!" Trent growled.

The courtyard was now empty except for the two of us as I said, "You're a real shit, you know that?" Anger was flaring up inside me from his ridicule of my behaviour. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? I wondered.

"You're not talking about Hana, are you? Listen.." Trent explained, his expression turning to shock and fear at my reveal.

"Shut up!" I yelled, cutting him off.

I grabbed him by his hair and pulled his face up to look at me. His eyes were wide with fear as I started to peel his hands off his face. A stream of dark red blood immediately gushed out his left nostril as I moved his hand.

He struggled to pull free, and I yelled at him, "If your nose is broken, let me see it!"

He stopped struggling, and I gripped his bloodied nose between my thumb and index finger. Yep, it was broken, I thought. I snapped the bone back into place with an audible 'pop' between my fingers.

"FUCK!" Trent screamed.

His hands immediately went back to his face as he hunched in pain. I pulled him up by his hair again to face me. His breathing was inexorably fast as he stared at me with an expression of pure horror. I revelled in his fright as I stared down into his eyes, my face and posture mimicking my version of my father when he's angry.

Mia was sitting in the bleachers, just staring in shock as I openly bullied Trent. Jamie had returned from his car and was just standing at the gate with a small towel, watching the spectacle from a safe distance.

I'm sorry about this Jamie. You seem like a good kid, I said in my head, But your older brother's needs to learn his lesson.

"Now, listen to me," I scolded, "Because you're little brother's watching, I'm gonna say this one time; Don't ever hurt my big sister again."

"Listen, Kiba, I don't know what Hana told you, but.." I didn't let him finish; instead, I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into me as I kneed his gut with all the force I could muster. He fell to the concrete and rolled onto his side, one hand on his abdomen, the other still clinging to his bloody nose as he groaned and coughed in pain.

"No calls, no texts, no communication and no more blackmailing. And if you run into Hana in public, you leave. Got it?"

He just continued to groan and cough into his hands as blood continued to seep through his nose and fingers, "Yes," he managed to mutter. "I'll leave Hana alone; I promise."

"Good," I smiled as I helped him up. Then I took a full 360-degree turn of the whole complex. Thankfully nobody else was around, "So how's the nose?"

"It's nothing, I'll be fine. Hurt my ego more than anything. I deserve it though, but you didn't have to beat my ass in front of my brother."

I gave him a sympathetic look, "Guess I took things too far. I'm sorry, man. Come on, I'll help you to your car."

Trent gave Jamie a reverse nod which prompted Jamie to search through Trent's bag. I saw Jamie out a small item which happened to be car keys. Mia had no idea what was going on, so she followed.

"W-what was that all about!?" Mia stuttered as she kept following.

"It's a long story, but it's over now. You can talk to Hana about it later in more detail. I'm just helping Trent to his car."

Mia ignored what I said as she observed Trent, "Oh my God, Trent. You're a mess! Kiba, you should get him to a hospital."

"Mia, I'll be fine," Trent said with sincerity, "I deserve this."

We were parked a few spaces away from each other, and after I made it to Trent's car, Mia turned to me and said, "I'm going to have a long talk with Hana about what happened here. I don't appreciate you using me and making me an accomplice to your violent outbursts. Don't you ever text me again."

Mia entered her car and slammed the door as I shouted "Sorry!" Hopefully, Hana would explain to her best friend that I was only trying to help.

"So much for her participation," Trent said, sarcastically. He still winced in pain as he held his nose.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his sense of humour, "She's right, though."

Once I saw Jamie opening the passenger door and was inside, I opened Trent's side as he said, "I'll stay away from Hana, you have my word. Tell her I'm sorry, okay?"

He extended a hand to shake mine, but I paused. He seemed genuine, so I shook it, "I'll tell Hana that you're sorry. You have MY word." I gave him a small nod as a goodbye and started walking back to my car. He did the same before driving away.

As I sat back in the driver's seat, I felt at some sort of ease. I was glad that we had ended things on peaceful terms. Although Trent and I were never close, to begin with, there's something to be said about the comradery and respect that you naturally develop for people that you dislike at first. Although I still don't have much respect for him, I believed he still had enough respect for me to honour my request.

I decided to text Mia, despite her instructions not to and apologised, telling her about the conversation with Trent in the parking lot.

Eventually, I pulled out of the sports complex parking lot and drove back home. When I arrived, I found Hana sitting on the porch waiting for me. She was wearing a short black dress decorated with pink and red roses. It was a very modest dress, but she looked lovely in it, nevertheless. I parked on the street in front of the house, and as I stepped out of my car, Hana rushed towards me. She was holding down the bottom of her skirt to keep it from rising above her waist.

"Mia texted me what happened," Hana said as I stepped out of the car.

I slammed the car door shut and turned to Hana. Her right hand immediately grasped mine and pulled me towards the house.

Before we opened the door, I stopped and looked at Hana.

"What are you so dressed up for?"

She looked at me, smiling, and said "Mom came back and brought some friends over from her work for lunch. We already ate, but Mom is making some mochi right now."

"You look beautiful," I said, truthfully. Hana's long, auburn hair was loose except for a few strands from each side that wrapped around the back and held her hair in place.

Hana smiled and stepped closer to me, her chest pressured against mine, and stood on the tips of her feet to kiss me on the lips. "Thank you," she responded.

"You're welcome," I found the door was unlocked and I slowly entered the house, Hana close behind me.

"Oh, there you are!" Mom exclaimed, walking towards me.

Mom hugged me, eager to show her affection towards me in front of her friends. I'd seen her co-workers several times before in similar situations, usually social gatherings at parties and such. I didn't know them that well but I knew they were a few years younger than our mom.

"Oh, Kiba, your elbow is bleeding!" One of mom's friends, Kushina, said, worriedly, as I was still hugging Mom. I pulled back from her and wiped the blood on my elbow.

Indeed, it was blood, but it was Trent's.

"Oh, it's nothing. Probably just a scab," I responded. It wasn't the worst excuse; being a part time basketballer and full-time devoted footballer did sometimes come with the occasional scrapes and bruises.

Mom pulled me into the kitchen where I found a small buffet for making burgers. There were the usual assortments: lettuce, cheese, pickles, etcetera. I eagerly began fixing my plate. Nothing like kicking someone's ass to build one's appetite.

"And the mochi's are done!" I heard my mom shout from the other side of the kitchen a few minutes later.

Everyone else had already eaten the first course of lunch, but I was still eating my burger when everyone else came to sit down. Hana sat next to me with mom's co-worker friends opposite us. Mom placed a large oven sheet filled with homemade mochis on the centre of the table before expertly covering them with the sweet, sugary coating. They smelled amazing. Mom sat down at the table. As she did so, Hana whispered in my ear, "That was really stupid what you did, you know?"

Hana leaned back in her chair next to me and was smiling. I smiled back at her.

She leaned into me again and whispered, "Thank you. My little, hunky brother."

I giggled at her comment. I'm tall but hunky? No. Dorky would be more appropriate. Hana affectionately bumped my shoulder with hers and looked at me, her face beaming with a broad smile.

We were sitting on the east side of the kitchen table, in front of a large china cabinet. I had nearly finished my burger at this point and reached for a mochi when I felt a hand on my upper thigh under the tablecloth. I looked suspiciously to Hana, and she grinned at me knowingly.

(SOME SEXUAL ACTIVITY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, KIDS!)

"Your mom couldn't stop talking about you this afternoon, Kiba!" Kushina said across the table, "She says you're doing great in football in college! Do you plan on going professional and joining a club?"

'I'm not that good' would have been my normal response but my mind was preoccupied with Hana's hand. She was now very deliberately stroking me under the table over my shorts. My dick quickly inflated to its full size.

"Uhhm, no." I paused for a moment as I felt Hana's fingers lightly pinch at the tip of my penis. I snaked up my chair in response. I settled back down into the chair as Hana resumed her gentle stroking down the length of my shaft with her thumb and index finger, "I… uh, haven't really decided yet."

Hana secretly licked her lips. Fucking hell, the nerves on her! I swear…

"No, I'm not really that great," I continued, the words coming out almost like a moan. What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought to myself. One day she's this reserved version of my older sister, and now she's, what, jerking me off under the fucking table!? In front of our mom and her friends!? I was conflicted, to say the least, but I didn't want it to stop either!

"Oh, he's just being modest," my mom said. "But he is focusing more on school than football at the moment. Apparently, he says he doesn't enjoy it as he used to as a kid."

I was so happy that Mom took over the conversation that I could have kissed her.

I looked over at Hana as her fingers continued to run down the length of my shorts. To anyone else, she looked like she was just enjoying some dessert and having light conversation with family and friends. Everyone else was happy to devour their mochis with their hands, myself included, but Hana was picking at hers with a fork with her free hand.

"That's great, Kiba," Ms Yoshino said. She had a very disarming voice, very calming, "What are you studying?"

Hana increased her urgency. Her fingers were now gripping me with almost too much pressure as her hand continued to massage up and down my shaft. I tried to control my squirming as best I could. I peeled off parts of my mochi and stuffed my face as I focused on appearing as regular as possible.

"Ms Yoshino asked you a question, Kiba," Hana said with a giggle. Her fingers were relentless as she openly teased me in front of everyone.

"Oh, I'm sorry. What?" I managed to squeak out.

"What are you studying at school?" Ms Yoshino repeated. I felt very intimidated. Now I understand why Shikamaru said he was glad to be at college.

I reached under the table to block Hana's movements. I couldn't very well carry on a conversation as she jerked me off under the table. My hand was covering hers, but as I felt her soft, small hand under mine, I couldn't bring myself to tear her away. Hana understood my torment, however, and eased up on the pressure. She didn't stop her gentle stroking, however.

"Oh, uhm. Computer science," I answered in far too many syllables.

Ms Yoshino acknowledged my answer but, like before, I could barely comprehend him.

It was Kushina's turn to speak to me, "By the way, Kiba. How's my son doing? Is he behaving?"

Hana gripped my cock tighter before I spoke, "Believe it or not, Naruto's doing fine. He got an A+ in maths last week."

"Really!? That's great!" She said as if she didn't know, "Minato and I have been so caught up with work, so it's hard for us to catch up with him."

"Well, he's alright on his own. He can handle himself." I managed to suppress another moan.

Fortunately, the topic of conversation changed as Kushina started talking about renovating her house. With less pressure on me, I looked over at Hana. She returned my stare for a moment but quickly turned away as to avoid attention. Of course, she couldn't hold my stare; I was staring at her like a piece of meat. Her dress was classy, but it did little to hide the soft curves of her body: the round bumps of her chest, her slim waist, her womanly hips. She wasn't revealing any cleavage, but I couldn't help but imagine what she looked like under her dress. My eyes scanned her body for several seconds before I realised what I was doing.

With everyone's attention on Kushina, I pushed down on Hana's hand, into my crotch. Hana recognised my urgency and tightened her grip on my shaft. I was desperately close to cumming. With my left hand still gently caressing her hand under the table, I reached under the table with my free hand and reached for her leg. Her dress stopped just over her knees but sitting down, I was quickly able to reach under her skirt and grab her muscular upper thighs. Hana spread her legs slightly for easier access and my hand immediately wrapped around her leg to fondle as much if her as I could.

The whole ordeal lasted only a few minutes, but the taboo nature of our behaviour soon pushed me over the edge. My hand continued to caress her leg as I stifled a moan. I lifted my left hand from Hana's and tried to cover my face as I climaxed from Hana's very public handjob. She continued to work me after I came and I had to pull her hand up to protect my sensitive penis.

After I returned from my reverie, I was happy to discover that no one seemed to notice what happened. The conversation had drifted again, this time to Ms Yoshino. I hadn't even noticed! The timing was right, too, because everyone seemed to be finished eating. Except for me, of course. As I ended eating my mochi, I felt Hana lightly dabbing at my shorts under the table with a cloth. Luckily, I didn't shoot my spunk across the table! Hana's death grip on my cock forced it to shoot under the edge of my boxers and gather on my leg.

Eventually, everyone else stood up and gathered in the living room.

"I'm going to eat another one. These are great, Mom," I said, truthfully. I needed to cool down after Hana's impromptu handjob, but I really did want another mochi!

"Okay, honey," Mom said as she walked towards the living room.

After I finished eating, I ran upstairs and changed into some fresh boxers and shorts. Ms Yoshino and Kushino were still there as our conversations drifted into the early evening hours. Hana was more lively than I had seen her since I came home.

Around 4:30PM, there was a loud knock at the door. Hana opened the door and was greeted by a police officer.

The police officer opened the screen door and said, "Is this the residence of Kiba Inuzuka?"

Cliffhanger! Haha. I feel like a total prick for doing this, but it just felt so right. Don't worry, I will upload very soon.

I hope you all enjoyed yourselves. So for that, have a great day/night!