Chapter 179: Hinata & Hanabi [4] 18+

The Hyūga compound was unnaturally quiet.

With Hiashi and the senior branch members still away on the Kage escort mission, the usual morning sounds of training and formal greetings were absent. Only the soft rush of water from the private bathroom attached to Hinata’s wing broke the silence. Pale morning light filtered through the high paper screens, catching on polished wood and the faint mist that drifted under the bathroom door.

Kael woke between the two sisters, the sheets a tangled wreck of limbs and the lingering scent of the night before. Hinata still slept deeply, one arm curled under her cheek. Hanabi’s side of the bed was already empty, the mattress cool. He sat up, stretched the stiffness from his shoulders, and followed the sound of running water.

Steam filled the bathroom in a warm, dense cloud. Hanabi stood under the spray with her back partially turned, water cascading over the soft curves of her shoulders and the full swell of her breasts. The moment she heard the door slide open she crossed both arms over her chest, eyes wide.

"N-Naruto—!"

Kael stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He stripped without hurry—shirt, pants, everything—and let the clothes fall to the wet floor. Hanabi’s gaze flicked down and then away, a deep flush rising from her neck to her cheeks as the memories of the previous night clearly returned.

He closed the distance in two steps, caught both of her wrists, and gently but firmly pulled her arms away from her body. Water ran between them. Her breasts, heavy and still marked with faint traces of his mouth from hours earlier, were fully exposed under the spray.

"I’ve already seen them," he said, voice low. "There’s no point hiding now."

Hanabi’s lips parted, but whatever protest she had prepared dissolved when he leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was long and thorough, water streaming over their faces. She made a small, startled sound against his mouth, then another when his tongue slid against hers. Her wrists remained caught in his hands; she did not try to pull free again.

When he finally released her mouth he turned her to face the tiled wall. Steam swirled around them. He brought both of her arms behind her back and closed one hand around her wrists, holding them firmly at the base of her spine. The position forced her to bend forward slightly, breasts hanging, the spray hitting her upper back and running down the line of her spine.

Prison Guard.

Kael stepped in close, nudged her feet a little wider with his own, and guided himself between her thighs. The first thrust seated him fully inside her still-slick heat. Hanabi’s forehead pressed to the wet tile; a sharp breath left her.

"Ahh—"

He began to move at once, steady and deep. Water made everything slicker. Each stroke pushed her gently forward; each withdrawal left her aching for the next. His free hand settled on the curve of her hip, then slid lower to grip one full cheek of her ass.

"Naruto... wait... the water—"

He increased the pace instead. The wet slap of his hips against her filled the small bathroom, mixing with the rush of the shower. After a dozen strokes his open palm cracked across the soft flesh under his hand.

"Smack."

"Ahh—! Stop—don’t—"

The protest was high and startled, but her body clenched around him at the impact. Kael soothed the pink mark with his palm for a moment, then struck the other side. Another sharp cry echoed off the tiles. He kept her wrists locked behind her back and fucked her through the stinging heat, the dual sensation of deep thrusts and occasional firm slaps making her thighs tremble.

"It hurts—Naruto—please—"

"You’ll take it," he murmured against her ear, water dripping from his chin onto her shoulder. "Just like last night."

He spent a long time like that, alternating long powerful strokes with open-handed smacks that left her ass glowing under the spray. Hanabi’s cheek stayed pressed to the tile, soft broken sounds leaving her with every thrust. Her wrists flexed in his grip, but she never truly tried to break free. The water ran cooler before either of them noticed.

When he finally released her arms it was only to change the angle.

Bicycle.

Kael guided her down onto her hands, palms flat on the slick floor of the shower. Her knees stayed bent, buttocks lifted high, feet on her toes and slightly apart. He stood behind her, legs wide so that hers remained between his, and gripped her waist with both hands. One smooth thrust seated him again.

The new position let him drive even deeper. Water streamed down the valley of her spine and over the place where their bodies joined. He pulled her back onto every stroke, using her hips like handles, the wet sound of their joining loud and continuous.

"Schlick... pap... schlick... pap..."

"Ahh... hah... Naruto... too deep—"

Hanabi’s arms shook under her weight. Soft cries spilled from her open mouth and were swallowed by the steam. Kael kept the rhythm relentless, watching the way her full breasts hung and swayed beneath her, the way soft flesh of her ass met his hips with every impact. He occasionally delivered another firm slap just to feel her clench and hear the startled moan that followed.

He fucked her like that until her elbows threatened to buckle and her voice had gone high and continuous. Only then did he drive in to the root and hold her there as he came, flooding her in thick pulses that the running water only partially washed away. Hanabi trembled through it, a long broken sound leaving her as her walls fluttered around him.

Kael stayed buried until the last tremor passed. Then he withdrew, shut off the shower, and guided her the short step into the deep wooden bathtub that sat against the far wall. He sat first, water still warm from earlier, and pulled her down onto his lap so she straddled him, knees on either side of his hips.

Lotus.

Hanabi sank onto his still-hard cock with a shaky exhalation. Her hands settled on his shoulders for balance. Kael’s palms rested on the soft curve of her waist, steadying her as she began to move—slow vertical rolls that used the strength in her thighs. Water lapped gently around them. Steam still hung in the air. Outside the bathroom the empty compound remained silent.

"Mmm... ahh..."

She moved with less resistance now, the earlier protests burned away by sheer sensation and the knowledge that there was no one else in the house to hear. Kael leaned in and kissed her again, slower this time, while she rose and sank on him. His hands slid up her back, then around to cup her breasts, lifting their wet weight and brushing the sensitive peaks with his thumbs.

They stayed like that as the water cooled around them—unhurried, deep, the quiet creak of the wooden tub and the soft sounds of their breathing the only noise in the otherwise empty Hyūga wing. Hanabi’s forehead eventually dropped to his shoulder. Her hips continued their small, instinctive motions, taking him fully on every downward stroke, while morning light grew stronger beyond the paper screens and the rest of the compound slept on, unaware.

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