capitulo 16

Like mother, like daughter, Himawari Uzumaki grinned brightly as she bounced up from her seat.

She laid herself beside her impregnated mother, and with glee in her eyes, proceeded to consummate the most sinful of pacts.

And this time, rather than a silenced Naruto kneeling beside his wife…

"Fuck yeah," Naruko groaned, behind Sasuke with her bosom pressed against his back and her arms wrapped around him. "Fuck her and fuck her good."

Sasuke smirked, his cock throbbing as he slammed into the young woman. Hinata laid beside their coupling, a soft smile on her lips as she absentmindedly rubbed at her belly. Himawari was on all fours, her teeth sinking into the sheets, her entire body shuddering with pleasure.

Such a man, to impregnate one woman with authority and to immediately move onto the other. Whatever arousal Naruko had felt in her male form watching Hinata be dominated paled in comparison to what she felt watching Sasuke in action. Her snatch oozed juices in plentiful amounts, seeping down her thighs, and the heat was almost unbearable. Yet there was nothing that could be done—for tonight was Hinata and Himawari's night, and they would not rest until they were both with child.

He pumped away, a mountain of men with a cock befitting him, so long and thick that Himawari's snatch seemed as if it shouldn't have been able to take it. Yet take it she did, and more than that, she took it like the mother of his children ought to.

"Give me your baby," Himawari whined, fingers clawing at the sheets. "I want it. Please, Sasuke," she moaned. "Give me it~"

"Your wish…" Sasuke said, leaving the rest of the phrase unspoken.

It need not be spoken, for only a few moments later with gritted teeth did Sasuke find himself buried to the hilt inside of her, spewing yet another tremendous load into the depths of an Uzumaki woman.

He continued thrusting, even as his cock throbbed and her pussy was filled up. It wasn't until every drop of his blessed seed had been deposited into her that he even felt somewhat content.

Sasuke patted Hima's hip fondly, and pulled out of her. She fell onto her stomach, groaning, her knees keeping that juicy ass of hers jutted up into the air…a few seconds passed, as they waited with baited breath, until at last, his cum began to seep out of her.

Naruko and Sasuke sighed with contentment.

"There we have it," Sasuke said. He leaned down, brushing his hand against Himawari's side, against Hinata's belly. "Hinata?"

Hinata grinned lazily, her eyes alight with the kind of joy one could not describe.

"There's no doubt," she said, her fingers between her legs, playing with pussy lips still dribbling his seed. "I can feel it, sense it, embrace it—even if I can't prove it quite yet. Our child…" She leaned her head back, smiling widening. "Our child."

She crawled toward him, pulling herself up so that she could kiss Sasuke deeply. Then she moved back down, kissing his slick cock, taking it into her mouth for a moment and ensuring it was nice and clean. Then, she made to kiss Naruko, and the blonde returned it, the taste of Sasuke's member still on her wife's lips.

"This is all I could ever have asked for," Hinata said fondly, a hand on Sasuke's chest. "You two…a baby…a family." She smiled. "I hope this never fades."

"It won't," Sasuke promised, his tone low.

Naruko and Hinata believed him.

Hanabi Hyūga was a small woman with big dreams.

When she was young, she had dreamt of the kind of renown that woman such as Tsunade had earned—fearsome kunoichi, the type that sent chills down the spines of even the greatest of men.

Then the war had come, and at the end…peace.

She had honed her skills, sharpened them; but to no avail, for that peace the current Hokage had fought for still stood all these years later. With no wars to win renown through, Hanabi's dreams had shifted.

Her father had expected her to wed young and to bless him with grandchildren—Hinata was the heir apparent, the one that would lead the clan when Hiashi passed on. Hanabi was there to strengthen the power of the head family, and no more, not since Hinata had proven herself worthy on the battlefields of the Fourth Great Shinobi War.

Still, out of anything, she refused an arranged marriage.

Her dreams were of warm kisses, chaste hugs, a life spent in the arms of someone who she truly loved.

Any time her father floated the idea of her being married off to some distant cousin or perhaps one of the heirs to a great clan, she shut it down. As a kunoichi, legally, he could only encourage her to marry someone, it wasn't the old days where daughters could be traded like cattle in exchange for alliances and wealth.

She'd tried herself. A brief relationship with Konohamaru Sarutobi had ended amicably—for her at least, for the boy-turned-man still pined for her according to some. There was a cute cousin of hers, one that she danced around a relationship with for some time, yet, the sparks had died off and Hanabi had let him down.

Now here Hanabi was, an adult and wasting her years away. She watched as Hinata sired two children, grew a beautiful family and earned that life she so desired. She watched as all of her peers married off, grew happy. She watched, she watched, she watched.

It was a calm morning when she received a message from her sister. A simple text, nothing extravagant, and certainly nothing out of the ordinary.

'Want to go out for lunch? My treat,' read Hinata's words.

Hanabi found herself surprised. For months, Hinata had been nigh unreachable, a veritable hermit who Hanabi could go weeks not hearing from. What had made her opt to suddenly reach out? Still, Hanabi missed her dearly, and she wasn't going to turn down a chance to spend some quality time with her blood.

'Of course. I can be ready in thirty minutes,' was Hanabi's response. Quickly came another text from Hinata, confirming the plans and the time, and Hanabi set about getting ready and dressed.

She pulled on some comfortable clothes, a white flowy shirt, a tight pair of gray leggings. For a moment she stared at herself in the mirror, calmly adjusting her hair, as if one strand being moved to the side would change her whole appearance. When she was satisfied, somewhat, she made for the door.

They had agreed to meet at a restaurant just a few streets over from Hanabi's apartment, a nice one with artificial ponds on the inside with little fishes darting back and forth. As she waited out front, Hanabi stared at them, a small smile on her lips…and then, her smile turned somewhat stiff as she watched another much larger fish join their smaller brethren.

Her senses prickled. She looked up to see her sister walking toward her.

Hanabi smiled—on the inside she scowled. Somehow, Hinata looked even more gorgeous than usual, all glowing and pretty, her white eyes shining. Even her casual clothes, shorts and a thick purple blouse, enhanced her beauty so.

"Hey," Hanabi said, pulling Hinata into a hug.

"Nice to see you," Hinata said, squeezing her tightly.

They parted and headed inside the restaurant.

Hanabi was first inside, and the manager who manned the front gave her an annoyed look. She couldn't blame him—the Hyūga were infamously bi-polar when it came to their pleasantries. Some were stiff and proper, treating the staff like slaves and expecting nothing but pristine service from workers. Others were haughty and sometimes obnoxious, expecting free drinks and treating their patronage as if it were an honor to serve them. Either way, serving one of her white eyed kin was normally a pain, and Hanabi was used to that look in any establishment she entered.

Then the manager looked past her and saw Hinata, and like a light being switched on, her entire expression changed. She was all bright and smiling, welcoming them in. Despite the considerable wait list, they were seated at a table in five minutes flat—a perk of being the Hokage's wife, Hanabi supposed. Hinata acted as if this treatment were nothing out of the ordinary, saying 'thank you' and 'please' as if she didn't have these people in the palm of her hand.

Still, Hanabi thought begrudgingly as they sat down to eat…it was nice having her sister back.

"So, made you decide to treat me to lunch?" asked Hanabi as they pored over the menus. She decided to come right out and say it—there was no point in dawdling.

Normally, Hinata would have hesitated, and beat around the bush for what felt like forever. It happened the first two things they'd been in this situation. This time though, she was grinning and confident. She leaned forward, and just above a whisper so no one would over hear, said two words.

"I'm pregnant."

Hanabi's eyes widened. "Oh," she said.

Her sister grinned. "I just came back from the hospital this morning—Sakura confirmed it."

"Well, I mean- holy shit, I'm happy for you," Hanabi said in earnest.  She was happy; even if was tinged with jealousy that seemed to go over Hinata's head. "I do have to ask though, I thought you and Naruto were stopping at two…?"

There was an almost sly look on Hinata's face, which surprised her, for Hinata did not do sly. Maybe Hanabi was just reading her wrong.

"That was the plan," Hinata said with a wave of her hand. "But plans change, don't they?"

Hanabi raised an eyebrow. "Ah…gotcha."

They looked at the menu some more, and it was a few moments later when the waitress came by. She greeted Hinata by name, taking their order with professionalism, promising to be right back with their drinks after she gave the order to the kitchen.

When she left, Hanabi looked back to her sister, eying her carefully. There was something nibbling at her conscious—she felt compelled to ask.

"So…if you only just found out for sure today, I have to question: why the hell have you disappeared off the face of the Earth?"

Hinata blinked. "What do you mean?"

"You hardly call, you hardly text, you never asked me to do things like you always used to," Hanabi said plainly. "You can't blame it on your pregnancy, because this has been going on for months. So tell me, what's really going on?"

Hinata bit her lip.

"I don't want to lie to you," Hinata said—and after that, she said nothing. Hanabi stared at her pointedly until the young lady came back with their drinks, hot tea for Hinata and a cold soda for Hanabi.

It suddenly clicked in Hanabi's head. "Ah," she said. "You don't want to lie to me, so you won't say anything at all?"

Hinata smiled slightly. "Some things go without saying," she offered. "Still, if it's my company you want, my door is always open; come by any time." A pause. "Maybe with some warning first," she added.

"Of course," Hanabi said, though she made a mental note to ignore that last part.

Ino Yamanaka knew that something was amiss.

Naruto's weak, flimsy excuses had sent alarm bells ringing in her head—but his last one, about Hinata simply needing some time away, had seemed as if it could be somewhat true. She'd bought it at the very least.

Then, Hinata had lied.

At home in her kitchen, when she had seen that text message, Ino had drawn breath. Naruto would lie to protect his family—Hinata, not once, had ever lied. Ino could scarcely believe it, but there it was, plain as day.

What was going on? What could be happening?

There was the obvious explanation…Hinata going off to a couple's resort by her lonesome wasn't likely. She was cheating. But why would Naruto know about it? Why would he cover for her? Clearly, it was something else, something that Ino wasn't privy to.

She mulled over it in her spare time, but mulling found no answers. Her husband, Sai, was no confidant—she shared her findings, but he shrugged and returned to his painting. That left her with plan B.

The hospital smelled of antiseptic and she could see her reflection off the shiny tiled floors. Ino knocked three times on the door to her office, and a moment later, heard a soft "Come in!"

As Ino entered, blonde ponytail swaying, she saw Sakura's tired face brighten.

"Sorry, but I do have something serious to discuss," Ino said. "Still, I brought something that might make your day a little easier…" She fished a small bottle of liquor out of her purse—it was fine stuff, clear white, each drop costing more than a hearty meal.

"Ino," Sakura chastised. "I have a hospital to run."

Two minutes later, she was giggling, cheeks pink as they tipped back a shot together.

"Only," she had said, as Ino had poured. "Because I have administrative stuff to worry about today. Yesterday there were half a dozen surgeries, so you're lucky."

"Seems like I picked the right day then," Ino said, grinning. "Now let me pick your brain for a little bit."

"Alright, shoot," said Sakura.

Ino explained the situation—how she had come to find out that Hinata was staying at a resort, how she had went to return something and Naruto had been there, how Naruto had lied multiple times and Hinata had lied as well. Sakura stared at her as she spoke, not saying anything, merely taking the words in.

"That's certainly something to take in," Sakura thought aloud, chewing the inside of her cheek. She poured her and Ino another shot of the fine liquor. "Maybe there's a simple explanation for all of this?"

"If there is," Ino said. "I can't think of one that would lead Hinata and Naruto to lie about it."

"True," Sakura said. She drank the liquor, face scrunching up as she gasped. "I'll look into it and get back to you," she said. "Really, I wouldn't worry though. Whatever's going on, I bet Naruto and Hinata are still happier than they've ever been."

Ino smiled. "I hope so," she said, finger tapping a rhythm against the desk.

Sakura knew that this could wait—Ino's suspicions had been going on for weeks, and surely, they wouldn't boil over if she waited a day or so. Still, she thought it was best to go ahead and figure out some sort of solution. She sent Sasuke a texting, asking him where he was. When twenty minutes elapsed with no response, she knew exactly where he was. Leaving instructions with the hospital staff, she set out, knowing that tomorrow's work was going to be crushing with all she was leaving behind today.

When she got to the Uzumaki household, she knocked twice. A moment passed; she saw a blue eye on the other side of the hole. Then, she was let inside.

"Hima," Sakura said warmly, giving the young lady a hug. "You look great."

"You seem surprised," Himawari said, grinning slightly. "It's only been two days." She glowed with the light of a pregnant woman, bouncing on the heels of her feet, clad in a summer dress that swam around her thighs.

"You looked the same two days ago," said Sakura. "It's only fair to remind you of that fact." 

Her and Hinata had come to the hospital, on the surface to 'visit' Sakura, when in reality she'd spent several minutes roaming her hands over the stomachs of the mother and daughter, confirming what they had already known, the fact that they were very much well with child.

Sakura heard moaning, but couldn't place where it was coming from. "Where's Sasuke?" she asked. "I need a word with him."

Himawari pointed to the kitchen.

With certainty as to what she would find, Sakura padded through the living room. As she crossed to the threshold and looked left, she found exactly what she was expecting…Hinata, bent over the counter, with Sasuke behind her railing her without a shred of mercy. Her breasts swung, her moans echoed off the walls, and Sasuke fucked her with power, her hair twisted around his wrist and his massive cock filling her in ways that couldn't be described. Even pregnancy hadn't dimmed her desires…nor his, for Sakura knew very well Sasuke's hunger.

When he caught sight of her, Sasuke smiled, though he continued to thrust. Sakura stepped over to him, kissing him deeply even as he remained inside of another woman.

"What brought you out of your office?" asked Sasuke as he tightly gripped Hinata's hips.

"Ino came to pay me a visit with a very interesting story," Sakura said. "I think it's best you stop fucking and we chit-chat for a minute."

He raised an eyebrow.

With a shlick, he pulled out of Hinata, who moaned needily. She stared at him with big white eyes, until Sasuke sighed and relented, guiding her down onto her knees so that she could suck him off while he spoke to his wife.

"What exactly did Ino have to say?" asked Sasuke.

Sakura spoke quickly, keeping it short and concise. Sasuke said nothing, staring at her, with only small grunts passing his lips as Hinata lapped and licked at his girthy cock.

"...so she's definitely aware of something," Sakura said. "If she bothers looking into it…"

"I see your point," Sasuke said. "Something has to be done."

Sakura's eyes twinkled. "Well, something can be done."

He gave her an intrigued look.

With a smile on her lips, Sakura spoke.

"I never bothered telling you this, because I didn't see the reason. But Ino's sex life definitely leaves a lot to be desired—every chance she gets, she's complaining about Sai."

"Oh?" Sasuke said.

"Apparently, he'd much rather spend his time painting Ino naked rather than ravaging her naked body," Sakura remarked, smirking. "They've had sex—Inojin is proof of that—but it's only with a lot of coaxing, or a gift from the pharmacy. They've even spoken of an arrangement where Ino can go get some dick on the inside…but that's never gone anywhere."

Sasuke's lips curled.

"So we tell her a half-truth," he said. "Hinata was with me that weekend—only we tell her that Naruto is so busy all the time that he has absolutely no problem with it, and the same with you. Tell her that we've done it with other women, though I see no need to mention Hima or Naruko's names."

Sakura ran a hand against Sasuke's muscled chest.

"You know she'll take the bait," Sakura whispered. "I only have one thing to ask of you though, if you decide to go through with it."

"And that is?"

She grinned deviously.

"Ino and I used to be rivals—we're not kids anymore. Still though, if you fuck her, I want you to break her in, make her yours. Call me petty, but I love the idea of you having Ino wrapped around your little finger. And so long as she's happy, Sai will be happy, so I see no harm in it."

Sasuke had that look on his face.

Sakura had only seen it a few times before…the first time had been when Naruto had come to their kitchen with his pitch, all those months ago. As Naruto had explained his plight, and had dangled Hinata in front of Sasuke…

There'd been this look of hunger in his eyes.

Sakura knew her husband well, and she knew just how much he enjoyed breaking her back against the mattress of their marital bed every chance they got when she was away from work.

Yet nothing pumped him up more than a fresh pussy to quench his thirst, even if she knew he would agognize and worry over it later.

Still, she knew he would be happier in the end. Naruko, Hinata, Himawari, Sarada—Sakura could scarcely believe that her husband had five women wrapped around his fingers and still couldn't tire.

What was the harm in making it six?

"I'll talk to Ino tonight," said Sakura. "We'll see how it goes."

"Be sure to let me know," Sasuke said.

She smiled.

And then, as if on cue, she sunk down to her knees, to join Hinata's side. Green eyes and white eyes gazed up at the Uchiha, two tongues running along the sides of his cock as they worshiped him.

Soon, perhaps, Sakura thought, as her husband's aroma overwhelmed her…soon, perhaps, there would be another to join them.

Oh, who was she kidding?

There was no perhaps.

Once Ino had a taste…

Like the rest of them, she would fall. No woman could resist Sasuke Uchiha. Even now, there was an unknowing lady who was being lured into the trap that was Sasuke…and God help her, for there was no resisting his allure.

It was nighttime when Hanabi knocked on the door.

A few moments passed, and then, it swung open. Hinata was bright-eyed and cheery.

"I told you to come by whenever you wanted," Hinata said, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I didn't think you'd take me up on my offer so soon."

"I was in the neighborhood," Hanabi said, shrugging. "Figured I'd come give my sister and niece a visit." She stepped inside, Hinata gently closing the door behind her. "Hima is home, isn't she?"

"She's upstairs," Hinata said. "I'm sure she'll be down soon."

They stepped into the kitchen, where Hinata had been sitting at the counter with a book. She looked lovely, clad in a black shirt and white leggings that matched her eyes. Hanabi's outfit was much the same, albeit inverted.

"How have you been feeling?" asked Hanabi, with a significant look at her sister's stomach.

"Wonderful," Hinata said, with her fingers resting just above her navel. "It's early yet, but things have been so smooth that I have high hopes. This time around, it'll be perfect."

"I remember how difficult Boruto and Hima were," Hanabi said.

"Oh yes," Hinata murmured. "They were worth every second in the delivery room, but goodness, it took a toll on me. I remember how jealous I was of Sakura, how easy pregnancy was for her with Sarada…" She drifted off for a moment, biting her lip.

"I'm sure this time will be different," Hanabi said. "Third time's the charm, right?"

Hinata smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. "I have the utmost faith that this time around, it'll be perfect," she said fervently.

"That's the spirit!" Hanabi beamed; albeit with ice hidden just beneath the surface.

Just then, they heard a rummaging upstairs. A door opened, and Himawari came tiptoeing down the staircase. "Aunt Hanabi," she greeted warmly, her expression bright. "What brought you over?"

To that, Himawari would not get a response. A sudden look had overtaken Hanabi's features, giving the young woman pause.

Her keen white eyes, even while not enhanced by her Byakugan, were able to pick up a number of minor details.

The glowing skin; the way she carried herself, among other things. The dead giveaway, and perhaps Himawari realized this herself, for she drew her hand away...but for a good moment it had been resting over her slim(for now) stomach.

Hanabi was not the type to shield her curiosity. Just to be sure, she formed a familiar seal, and Hinata's eyes widened.

"Wait, it's not—" Hinata sputtered. It was too late, for veins had already engorged around her sister's eyes.

Hanabi's breath drew short.

The Byakugan was capable of a great many things—seeing through clothes was not one of them. What it was capable of was seeing the chakra system of the surrounding people.

As the fetus developed, it would gradually adopt it's own chakra signature. At present, it was so early that it was essentially a mixture of the father and mother's chakra.

"You're both pregnant…" whispered Hanabi, eyes wide and her voice hoarse.

Hinata and Himawari stared at her, mouth agape. To those eyes, nothing was hidden.

The chakra signature of the father was too faint for her to get an accurate reading on it—yet, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that the father of their babies was the same man.

Hanabi's mouth went dry.

"We need to sit down and talk," she said, solemn and serious faced.

The two pregnant women exchanged a glance, the shock on their faces telling the entire story. All it took was a little glance with those dōjutsu empowered eyes for their secret to come falling apart…

Ino sighed, twisting her hair into a high pony-tail. It looked like they were having takeout again—she didn't want to cook, and Sai was off in his study, painting this or that and not wanting to be disturbed.

A knock at the door distracted her from her thoughts of dinner; who could it be at this hour? 

Maybe, she thought, Inojin is paying us a visit for a chance. He was in an apartment across town now, bunking with 'the girlfriend with no face' as Ino liked to call her, for Inojin had never brought her around the house.

When she got to the door and peered through the peephole though, she wasn't disappointed. It wasn't her son—but at the same time, it was exactly the person who she'd wanted to see since that brief discussion in her office.

"Sakura," Ino said, beckoning her inside. "Jeez, what the hell? I just saw you earlier." She looked her up and down, an eyebrow raised. "Lemme guess, you squeezed in a nap at work? I thought you had administrative stuff to do," she said, wagging a finger.

Sakura grinned slightly. She did manage a small nap between meetings…but she likened her glowing mood more to the bountiful load that had been shot onto hers and Hinata's tongue. Swirling it around, tasting it, even exchanging some in a chaste kiss with the white-eyed woman—that had given her more energy than a thousand hours of sleep could hope to.

"Oh, come on. Did you really expect me to come over this late if I didn't have something fun to share?" Sakura quirked an eyebrow. "Let's skip the small talk."

A moment later, and they were both relaxing on Ino's sofa, nursing cool drinks with loose lips eager to talk.

"Alright," Ino said, "Hit me with all you've got."

"I'll be honest and say that I wasn't honest with you back at the hospital," said Sakura, maintaining eye contact with her blonde friend. "I had to go and confer with them first."

She blinked. "So…what's really going on then? i assume you've decided to tell me the truth."

"Yes, I have."

Sakura had two options—either she could be remorseful and guilty, pretending as if they had committed some cardinal sin; or she could be calm and pretend as if it were something that could happy to any normal people. Which one, she pondered, would lead Ino into my husband's warm embrace?

She drew breath and spoke quickly.

"Hinata was at that resort…with Sasuke," Sakura said. "With my hospital duties and Naruti's responsibilities as Hokage, it's difficult to maintain our marital duties as well. With our permission, Sasuke and Hinata have an ongoing physical relationship to keep their libidos sated, and really, it's worked out for all of us."

She left her words hanging in the air, taking a swig of her drink as she waited for Ino to formulate a response. She could see the reaction twisting on her friend's face, from shock, to awe, to confusion. With a pleasant twinge in her stomach, Sakura noted she never saw a look of revulsion cross Ino's features.

"B-but…you let them cheat on you?" said Ino, her eyes wide.

"There's mutual agreement on all sides," Sakura said.

"So…what…Sasuke just gets an invite over to their house and beds Hinata whenever he sees fit, while Naruto works all day long, while you slave away at the hospital?"

Yes, thought Sakura. Though he fucks Himawari and Sarada while he's at it. Not to mention Naruko, too, once Naruto is done playing Hokage.

Obviously, she would leave that out for now—she had to ease Ino into their little affair, bit-by-bit.

Ino's mouth went dry. "All those stories you told me about Sasuke…" She drifted off, her cheeks flushing. 

Sakura had a smug smirk on her face—for all the victories Ino had over her, a larger bosom, a nicer ass, platinum blonde hair and plump lips…what Sakura had was a man with a appetite that matched his cock, and neither were small in the least.

"What about them?"

Her blonde friend couldn't quite look her in the eye. "I never thought you'd share him," she admitted quietly. "I remember when you two first got together, that fortnite he spent here in the village. You didn't walk straight for a month."

Sakura smiled fondly at the memory. "It's not whether I would share him," she said. "It's how could I not?" 

A man like him, with sexual libido and skill hand-in-hand…it felt almost cruel to the rest of the women to keep him under lock and key. No, she had realized quickly upon his return to the village, that she would be unable to satiate him. It had come almost as a relief when Naruto had come knocking with his preposition, for Sasuke had another tight pussy to relieve himself into, and soon a third, and then a fourth, and a fifth, and before long Sakura had found herself part of a tightly knit aleibit dysfunctional and very intimate family. She found herself giggling at Hinata's text messages asking her for tips on how to please Sasuke, amused with Himawari's jealousy, somewhat pleased with how she'd raised her daughter when it came to watching her strive to be the best little slut her Papa could ask for. And beyond that, she adored getting a chance to serve her husband side-by-side with one of her two best friends, the eccentric Naruko. It was a fantasy she'd never had, and yet now that it had come to pass, Sakura felt alive. If only she had more time away from the hospital.

"So Hinata of all people got a taste of Sasuke before me," Ino said, biting her lip. "What has this world come to?"

"You're married," Sakura pointed out.

"I can count on my fingers and toes how many times we've 'consummated' that marriage since we got together," Ino said. Their son was a full blown adult, and even then that number seemed fair. "Don't get me wrong, I love Sai to death, but you know as well as I do that even he has floated the idea of me taking on a physical partner…"

"Right," said Sakura. "But if I recall, no one ever met your criteria."

"What's the point in potentially ruining my marriage if it's not worth it?" asked Ino, her eyes twinkling. "Remember what I said I needed my mystery partner to be?"

"'Tall, dark, and handsome,'" Sakura recited, word-for-word. "'And I better be able to forget Sai's name while he's pounding me.'"

"You see where I'm going here?"

"Oh, yes, I do have a few brain cells to rub together." She tapped a finger against the side of her glass. "The only question is: what do I get out of this?"

Ino scowled. "You bitch," she said, with no real malice behind her words, for if the situations were reversed she would have said the same exact thing. "Name your price, and we'll see if we can come to an agreement."

She paused for a moment.

Then, Sakura named her price.

"Three things: one, you will not breath a word of this to anybody, and will swear Sai to do the same. Two, to start, all of this will happen in this house, in your bed. And three…" She grinned, knowing that Sasuke would enjoy this. As she spoke, Ino's eyes widened just a tad.

She thought it over for all of five seconds, and then-

"Deal," Ino said.

They clinked their glasses together and drank deeply.

Seated at the dining room table, Himawari fidgeted. Hanabi and Hinata remained calm, staring at each other, white-on-white with lips pressed together.

Not a word had been spoken since Hanabi had uttered, "We need to sit down and talk." And for good reason, as Hanabi's head was spinning, Himawari wasn't sure what to say, and Hinata's eyes were narrowed, her lips pressed together.

"Alright," said Hanabi, as the silence dragged on for so long that it was nearly suffocating. "I think we both know what I saw with my Byakugan. I apologize for my invasion of your privacy…but given the circumstances, I think I had good reason to."

Himawari looked to Hinata, who spoke after considering her words. "No harm done," she said. "If it was you and my niece in the same situation, I would have done the same."

"I'm glad we can get that out of the way," Hanabi murmured. "Now…I saw—I- I know for certain." She swallowed, hands flat on the table, a bead of sweat on her brow. "Things like this have been known to happen in the Hyūga clan," she admitted. "I can't say it was entirely unexpected, what with how tightly bound together you all are."

Himawari's face flooded with confusion—Hinata's did as well, until, slowly, she began to realize the conclusion her sister had drawn.

Hanabi breathed deep. "Naruto…does he know that he's gotten the two of you pregnant?"

There was a moment of pause.

Honest-to-God, both Hinata and Himawari wanted to laugh at the idea of Naruto Uzumaki getting either of them pregnant at this point. When it came to siring children, he was practically a eunuch, what with how often he took upon his 'alternate' form.

Still, to humiliate their father/husband would be uncomely, but neither could repress the urge entirely. Instead, they both giggled like a band of school girls, red faced and exchanging glances, as if glad that both of them were on the same page with the proposition.

To mother and daughter, the idea of Naruto getting them pregnant was an insult.

To Hanabi, their giggles seemed an admission of guilt more than anything.

She bit her lip. "God…what have you done, Hinata?" she said. "You getting pregnant, that I can understand, that's your duty—but Himawari? Enabling that sort of relationship between the two of them? This happy, normal family of yours…it's…it's all a farce, isn't it?" Much to her shame, she hoped it was true. "What would father say? What would the clan say? What would the village say?"

Hinata and Himawari exchanged a glance. There was no Sasuke to turn to in this dire circumstance—they had to rely on their own wits to get themselves out of this predicament. She knew one fool-proof way to earn Hanabi's silence: and that was to shove Sasuke's cock down her throat, metaphorically and perhaps literally. Only, to so readily admit to the affair without Naruto present…that could set her off. The wheels in Hinata's head turned, until at last, she came up with an idea.

"You think we didn't know that going in?" said Hinata, her voice low.

Hanabi grit her teeth. "Clearly not, or else you wouldn't be in this situation. What am I to do? When they learn about Himawari's pregnancy months down the line, when the baby's chakra won't reveal the secret, what am I supposed to do, sister? Bite my tongue to hide your sins?"

A firm approach, that would get under Hanabi's skin the best, Hinata decided. And God be willing, with Sasuke's seed in her womb and influence sewn beneath her skin, she knew how to be firm.

"Don't talk down like you're any better," Hinata said. "If you knew…if you truly knew, then even you would be unable to resist what we're offered."

"What you're offered?" Hanabi said. "What on Earth could you mean? Nothing could have driven me to engage in what you've done, Hinata…nothing."

"We're sisters," Hinata said. "Flesh and blood bind us together—we grew up together. We shared trauma together, loss and gain, recovery and depression. If you truly can't understand why we did what we did…if you think you can't hold your silence…then I beg you: give it a try."

"What?" Hanabi recoiled. "Give- what a try?"

"One night," Hinata offered. "Merely a tumble beneath the sheets, though it will be unlike anything you've ever experienced. If at the end you're not satisfied, you can come out to the whole village with our secret if that's what you wish to maintain your honor. But if you're satisfied…if you truly understand why Himawari and I did what we did…then you will keep your silence as we do."

For a moment, Hanabi stared at her. The offer was so ridiculous, so crazy, and yet—this was her sister. Beyond anything, beyond jealousy, Hanabi wanted to believe her…she wanted to think that this act of abomination could really be worth it in the end.

And perhaps, on top of that, she would have a chance to 'play act' for a night. To lay in Hinata's bed, to moan and writhe as her sister did—had she not earned that right by now?

Hanabi swallowed, but still, she was leaning towards 'no'.

"Neji would have kept our secret," Hinata said quietly. "Even without the chance of a lifetime that you have. Will you not even give it a shot?"

She hissed. "That was low, Hinata," Hanabi had to admit. Yet, it won her over. "Okay—one night, at your leisure, I will come over and we will…well, there's no point in lingering on the details." Her cheeks were pink. "Until then, I think it's best we drop the matter."

"Agreed," said Hinata. "But there's one more thing I ask of you."

"What?" Hanabi said.

"A blindfold—I ask you to wear it," the older sister said. "I don't want you to consider the man that you're sleeping with, because that's not why Himawari and I did what we do. There should be nothing, not appearance or character, that affect your decision. I want his actions in that bedroom to determine what you think." Pretty words, but in reality, it was just a neat way to have Hanabi bedded by Sasuke without having some odd switch-a-roo.

"A blindfold," Hanabi murmured. "God, I must be a fool. Fine, Hinata, you will have what you want. If I regret this though, I hope you know that I'll never let you live this down." She smiled. "Still…congratulations, to both of you."

"Thank you," Hinata and Himawari said in unison.

With that, Hanabi made her leave. She paused at the door, turning to face her sister who was accompanying her.

"Don't make me regret this," Hanabi begged, clasping her sister's hands tightly. "I love you, and I'll expect you to call me over soon."

She left. When the door was shut, even then, Hinata waited a long while, until even the Byakugan would be too imprecise to read lips.

Himawari strode up to her, wide-eyed and sweaty.

"How the hell did you come up with that?" she asked. "And why the hell would you make her think that she's going to sleep with Mom- Dad?"

"I never said she would be sleeping with Naruko's male form, did I?" Hinata said sweetly.

She could almost watch Himawari trace the conversation in her head.

"The blindfold…" Himawari murmured. "You didn't lie to her, I guess. Neither of us admitted that it was Sasuke who was the father—she just assumed it was Naruto." She grinned, eyes bright. "You're devious, mom."

"I try to be," Hinata said affectionately. "Now how will we break the news to Sasuke? I'm sure he won't mind…but from what I heard earlier, he's going to have his hands full with Ino as is…"

Himawari laughed at that. "I don't think add two more girls onto the pile will even make a dent in the scoreboard," she said. "You might as well be giving him an early birthday present."

At that, Hinata grinned. "You have a point," she said. "He won't be over until tomorrow morning, so I'll tell him then."

True to her word, it was early morning when Sasuke ventured to the Uzumaki household. His hair was wet from a shower, and he scratched at his freshly shaven chin as he let himself into the house.

"Anybody home?" he called. 

They liked to suppress their chakra signatures as a means of surprising him—he found it cute, if a bit frustrating. Sometimes, he would waltz in to Hinata alone in the kitchen washing dishes. Other times, it would be a multitude of them on the bed, clad in lingerie and pleasuring themselves to the thought of him. Either way, he got what he came for, warmth and affection with a nice tight pussy to unload into as a cherry on top…but still, the not knowing could drive a man insane.

This time, as he strode into the kitchen, he came upon an interesting sight.

Sakura and Hinata sharing a bottle of liquor, pink-cheeked and giggling.

When he approached, they both grinned at him. They threw themselves at him, and he hugged and kissed them both in turn, the taste of liquor on their breaths not dimming the passion they exuded even a tiny bit.

"What brings the both of you here?" he had to ask. Normally he saw Sakura in the dead of night, when she was just getting off a graveyard shift and needed a quick pounding to get to sleep. Hinata he saw at the height of day, as she clawed at his back while Naruko toiled for long hours at the office. For them to be together was a rare occurrence.

Sakura and Hinata grinned in unison—he raised an eyebrow.

"You go first," Hinata insisted. Sakura nodded, not deciding to go back and forth with who had the honors.

"Honey," her words sounding like it, Sakura kissing at the nape of his neck. "You have yourself a special appointment with none other than Ino Yamanaka at a time of your choosing—and she is raring to go."

He blinked, then looked to Hinata.

The former Hyūga crept forward, wrapping herself along Sasuke's other side and nibbling at his neck as well.

"Sweetie," she cooed. "I think you've seen my sister, Hanabi, before. She was on the cusp of revealing our secret—but I've convinced her to lay with you for a night. If you perform well, she'll keep our secret…and since that's a foregone conclusion, I think it's safe to say you have yet another woman in your collection."

He smirked down at the two of them, their words like music to his ears. 

To see them like this was magical—Sakura had brought Ino's suspicions to heel, and had gotten her to agree to getting pounded on the nightly by Sasuke. And on the flip-side, Hinata had done exactly the same with Hanabi, only her agreement would be tacit until Sasuke's cock entered her and moans flowed like wine from her lips. To see his wife…and a woman who might as well be her equal…conspire to bring him two fresh pussies to enjoy…it almost brought a tear to his eye.

"What, did my birthday come early this year?" he said, unable to help his smile.

The two women laughed and continued to kiss their way up and down his neck. He would reward them for their services, that much was certain. But after he was done giving his wife and his 'wife' their treats—and even Himawari, too, for she joined in after a while—he was left with quite the dilemma.

Would he indulge himself in the lovely Ino Yamanaka first, with her flowing blonde hair and ripe body?

Or would he sink himself into the assuredly tight pussy of Hanabi Hyūga, who was as lithe as they came, her breasts plump and her body slim?

Truly, it was the kind of decision that he despaired to have to make. Having to choose between one sweet fruit and other was tantamount to torture…but choose he would have to do.

Who would be first?