Boruto returned home late at night ...
He had had to accompany his father in long meetings, and the paperwork extended the work until late hours. In general, it would have bothered him to have to go out so late, but Sakura hadn't been in Konoha for a week, and for all practical purposes it didn't matter if Bolt didn't return to his home until dawn. In fact, when leaving the Hokage tower, he decided to go to a bar with Shikadai to have some drinks. Chocho was also there, for a meeting of old friends who were joined by several others in the next hour. Inojin was not present, and when Bolt inquired about his brother-in-law, he was told that he was on a mission to tea country. He had left that morning, and would surely return in a few days. There was small talk, and quite a bit of liquor involved. Boruto even in the festive atmosphere, he couldn't help but notice how Chocho Akimichi was looking at him in a penetrating and harsh way. He was trying to hide it, but he wasn't having much success at the moment.
Boruto did not care, surely he had to do with some matter of Sarada. Or he had simply found out the secret about Sakura. Whatever it was, there were far worse things in missions than a consensual relationship between a mature woman and a man. And if Chocho or the rest of the village did not understand, Boruto could only wish them a nice trip to hell. He had spent the last few weeks internally fighting his guilt and demons. Just to resolve that he had already lost too much with the death of his wife and child. And he wasn't willing to lose anything else, including his current relationship with Sakura. He had drunk enough, but not enough to lose his verticality. Even so, it was very difficult for her to open the door of his house to enter at 4 in the morning, without noticing that he was not alone.
He could barely make the move to look for the light switch on the side of the door, when from the shadows the solid prick of a needle penetrated his neck. His hand had a glitch, in front of him was a person in the dark. He tried to fight with the feeling of sleep winning him inexorably, and when the needle left his neck totally empty of content, he could notice in the eyes of his younger sister the Byakugan and the gesture of guilt; fully deployed.
His last internal question was a simple ...
"Because you?"
Before collapsing inside the place ...
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He opened his eyes with heavy difficulty ...
Boruto Uzumaki was lying on his own bed. Lying with his eyes up to the ceiling, he found it difficult to relate the entrance to his house, with the apparent trip on his own account to his bedroom. He remembered that he opened the door, and stepping into the darkness he tried to turn on the light by the entrance. After that, nothingness itself.
What happened? he wondered stunned. He tried to move, but both arms and legs were immobilized. He looked around him, the moonlight through the window and only a small nightstand giving any vision to the room. It was definitely his room. But some things were not within logic. He not only did not remember how he had gotten to his bed, but also because he was tied up and almost naked.
-Damn it… .- he told himself he-I can't move, I don't have strength.
His body was numb and vulnerable. It was the first time in a long time that he felt like this. Except for his unfortunate footsteps in the hospital, he had never felt so weak as just now. What was happening?
"Onii-chan ..." whispered a voice entering the room, "I'm glad to see you wake up at last."
Boruto now understood even less. His sister was in there. His own sister was there? Was she seeing him tied up and semi naked?
-Why are you here Nee-san? Bolt asked weakly, his voice barely coming out, "Why am I tied up and without clothes?"
The woman approached the bed from the side. She looked at her brother with great shame and shame. It was true that he was not completely naked, since the interiors still covered the most private part of his anatomy, but it was a small obstacle. And apparently the rest of her clothes had been pushed aside by her.
-Nee-san…. What have you done to me?
-I'm sorry Onii-chan… -she replied stunned- I did everything I could. I tried everything, for a long time. But I have failed. I have no other way.
-What are you talking about Nee-san? Let me go, please! You injected me with something! What have you done to me?!
-I'm so sorry Onii-chan ... -she reaffirmed and in a slow movement, she spread her legs and mounted on the hips of the man lying down- you have left me no choice. Onii-chan no Baka.
"What are you doing ?! What are you doing Himawari ?!"
She smiled, she seemed autistic from the claims. Her hands traveled up Bolt's chest and settled on either side of her face. She smiled, and she didn't seem the same as ever. It was a dark smile she wore, something Bolt had never witnessed from her younger sister.
-All this, it's because of Onii-chan…. -She said in a cold and dangerous way and then, begin to take off the white yukata that covered her body.
Boruto could no longer speak. His own sister was stripping completely before his eyes. And what the situation suggested was something inexplicable to the blonde. What was really happening? His own sister was trying to…?
-Onii-chan… Onii-chan… -she said slowly as she pulled the garment away from her exposing her big and round breasts- I'm so excited Onii-chan.
-Stop…. Let me free!
-I won't, Onii-chan…. -She said turning her hips and rubbing against Bolt's package- oohhh… .- she moaned, closing her eyes slightly and then she looked back at her prisoner full of desire- has passed too much time. I can't wait any more Onii-chan. Tonight, it will be all ours.
-What have you done to me Nee-san? Please react, we can't do this!
She stopped riding him, she was naked and Bolt was witnessing Himawari's curvy forms. She was very much like Bolt's memory of his aunt Hanabi of him. Without as many breasts as Hinata-Okasan, but with better and more dangerous forms than the supposed lead aunt Hyuuga. Himawari had her hair down, and she looked like a tigress about to devour her victim. She standing next to the lying man, she simply bowed and ignoring her pleas withdrew the interiors of the man, initiating a harmonious work of hands and mouth on Boruto's virility. He squirmed, struggled with all the might he had, but the ropes were immovable. He normally would have freed himself quickly and easily. The chakra strings could never stop him, but tonight he didn't have the power of him. His chakra was totally nullified, whatever he had injected into it was more than effective in keeping him under control.
-gonii… ..chhaggg… ..- the woman muttered excitedly with difficulty, while she took the big penis of her brother inside her throat-it's delicious Onii-chan. I've always dreamed of having it Onii-chan- she repeated as hypnotized, while she used her hands to caress hard the length of her member.
It did not matter how resistant she was to that situation, how helpless it was that she was totally vulnerable. Even the feeling of disgust for being that way with her sister, little by little was irretrievably overcome by dirty caresses and obscene looks. Her tool was properly stimulated. She became rock hard, and Himawari's attempts were unsuccessful. A month ago the woman might not have had enough experience, but she was currently married. She was no longer a virgin without practice. She was going to exploit everything she had learned, to take the body that she had so desired. Even if it is by the use of force.
-Please stop… -she claimed through gritting Boruto teeth, and her body was betraying him every second- this is… wrong.
The woman stopped, a line of saliva emerging from her lips connected to Bolt's hard element. Himawari's hands gripped the blond's penis and rubbed it insistently. She looked at her brother, and her eyes were lost. She looked drugged.
"Is this wrong, Onii-chan?" Said the autistic woman. "Is this worse than what we did for years?" To be together, and at the same time apart.
-What are you talking about?
Himawari smiled slightly, with some sadness and resignation. Her words would be very painful. For both surely. But as she spoke, she couldn't contain her urge to quell her desire. The inside of her was very wet, she had been masturbating for two hours watching her brother asleep. And now, she was more than willing to get to the end. She wanted him, she had wanted him for years. She loved him forever. And tonight, she was going to realize the fantasy that she had accumulated for years. But first, she had to tune up her brother and prepare him for the culminating moment. That night she would be long and pleasant, she did not want to waste a second.
More quickly and decisively, she began to suck him deeply. She sucked on his balls, licking from base to tip with incredible skill. Boruto could have great control normally, but the situation was too special, infinitely more morbid and hot. No matter when he felt violated by being tied up, he couldn't contain the harsh sensation of the coming cumshot. Finally, 5 minutes after Himawari focused all his attention to get the event, Boruto growled and screamed in despair as a blast of his white essence shot out mercilessly. The woman had removed her mouth in time, and she witnessed what she wanted so much to emanate like a volcano. Her face, her hair, her breasts, all covered with the sticky liquid that emerged from her most loved being. The only man she ever considered to give him her body.
-Onii-chan… .ah… ah… -Himawari was breathing heavily- you have released so much Onii-chan. Your tasty cum is mine at last. It's all mine.
So then, she decided to ride on the virility of his brother, seeking to open the way in his own being. Knees on the mattress, at the sides of his body stretched out, and his hips relentlessly lowering to attempt penetration. He was still erect, not caring if he had just come. Bolt's resistance could keep him in the act of love for whole nights. And now ironically, he was playing her totally against her.
-Onii-chan I've loved you forever. She admitted stunned by the sensations inside her, while a hand guided her brother's penis to the right place- when I discovered that I could change people's minds, I had hope… -the glans finally managed to enter-… ah…. aah ... ah ... to change yours.
Boruto gritted his teeth firmly and tried his best not to moan. The tip of his member had already penetrated inside his sister. The woman's own weight forced the situation, letting herself fall little by little. Slowly, trying to get deeper and deeper.
-So many years oooonii… ..chan… -she moaned in a daze as she went down inch by inch- so many years together. Sleeping in your room, watching you sleep, dreaming of being in your arms Onii-chan. That you love me with the same strength that I love you.
One of the most beautiful memories of Boruto with his sister. Take care of her, when they were children. And her little sister having dark feelings. How could this happen?
-When our eyes matured ah ... mmmnnnn ... -whispered the ecstatic woman for taking half of her member inside her-I had the illusion that they could force us to be a couple, to create a hereditary line of our eyes.
Boruto no longer uttered words. He was too busy trying to fight the sensations of pleasure that were beginning to consume him. His sister was an incredibly erotic woman. He had never seen her like this. It hurt to see her that way. It was his beautiful and tender little sister. The one she always swore to protect as a child. The purest being he had ever known. The only one who trusted her with her life. And now, turned into a perverted whore. Submitting him, forcing him, betraying him.
-That damn Sarada-san… .- Hima told him a minute later without stopping to go up and down with her hips-unhappy, stubborn. Even when I introduced to her mind that you had been her mother's lover. The fool didn't break his engagement to Onii-chan. I ordered him to share you with me! Not with her mother!
Boruto couldn't believe it. Himawari had not helped the marriage, but instead had sought to harm it. Sakura intervening was a mere fluke. Inserting an idea into someone's mind was not as easy as it seemed. Basically because the subconscious could interpret the order differently from the original intention. For that reason, changing the mind of a ninja was not a perfect result. But right now, it mattered little to the woman. While Boruto resisted as best he could, Himawari kept moving on him. The situation was dire. Because even showing clear signs of her enjoyment, her face began to break and her tears were present. It was as if Himawari suffered and enjoyed at the same time. It was the worst thing that could happen to Boruto. Seeing her beloved sister cry, and being raped by her.
-She was going to give you a son Onii-chan… -Himawari finally said to break the monotony of the moans, and Bolt's stomach knotted at those words- she was going to give you a son ...
Did she suffer from the death of her sister-in-law? Did she suffer because of the death of her nephew? The questions made Bolt forget for a few seconds the pain and constriction in his pelvis. He felt the wild urge to hold Himawari and comfort her. He didn't want to see her cry. He never knew how to resist that image. But the worst was yet to come. The man hadn't interpreted his sister's real intentions.
-Stupid and fertile Sarada ... -he added showing annoyance, and increasing the pace of his ride- she shouldn't have gotten pregnant, she shouldn't give you a baby. -The bed creaked louder and louder and the woman rode it with more rhythm and ferocity- I had to give you your first child Onii-chan! Only I could be the mother of your children, my beloved Onii-chan.
Boruto was devastated. His body wasn't responding to her, his mind was being swallowed up in pain. How could Himawari do that to him? How could he murder his wife and the child in her womb? She had betrayed him in the worst possible way. She had taken his life. He had killed his sister-in-law, and his nephew as well. All for a silly unhealthy obsession.
-I have always loved you Onii-chan ... -said the woman while she noticed how he looked away and gritted his teeth when he found out everything- I used my partial pressure technique ... to remove your limits. She didn't want you to be unaware of fear or shame. I just wanted you to be able to see me as a woman, not as a sister. May your love for me be from man to woman. And you only want me as a sister!
He each time he moved harder. Himawari's hips were absorbing the impacts more deeply and already her body was completely sunk in the pelvis of her brother. He was making ragged moans and pinching his nipples seeking even more damage to his body. She was lost in the sensations, and Boruto was beginning to lose track of time. How long would this torture continue? Would Himawari really force him to cum inside?
-NOOOO! Bolt said to himself angrily, and closing his eyes he tried to exercise control, "I'm not going to give up, I'm never going to ejaculate."
It was all very new to him. The feeling of being totally under the control of a woman. Years ago he had tried it with Sakura, on any given night in the hospital. But the hairy girl had not known how to force the situation in this hot way. It was crazy! He couldn't allow his sister to follow this madness! He had to restrain himself. His eyes closed from him, and his mind was trying to fly elsewhere. The Root reports, the bloodiest missions. The most horrendous images he had to envision. Remember how he had to torture those cretins who killed Sarada. No matter what his sister had suggested, it was impossible that she had approached Sarada at the hospital. She never visited, Bolt's clones never left the room.
-That's not fair! Aaahhh aaahhh open your eyes Onii-chan and look at me! -She said riding him wildly Himawari- you have to enjoy it Onii-chan. Only I have to own you Onii-chan! Open your eyes and look at me!
"Never…" Bolt whispered through gritting his teeth and tensing his body, "I never will."
Hearing this, Himawari stopped moving. He may well have done what he was doing with his brother totally turned into a puppet. He just had to touch the right spots, and the eyes of his beloved Onii-chan would be cold and lifeless. His body would only follow the orders that Himawari issued with his voice. He had already done it before. Give orders to people and act without knowing what they were doing. And without remembering it later. But with Boruto he didn't want that, he wanted to keep him awake and see that beautiful smile full of pleasure when they both reached ecstasy. It was everything the woman wanted. That her brother understood how much he was really loved. So, the Kunoichi decided to open the game completely. It didn't matter if Bolt got the whole truth. She wanted her brother to "collaborate" more actively in the lovemaking act.
-Onii-chan ... -he said firmly and using his hands forced him to place his face in front of her- Onii-chan open his eyes and look at me! -He squeezed his eyelids tighter, trying not to listen to her and keep concentrating on killing her personal excitement- Onii-chan if you don't look at me, but make love to me right now, I swear I'll make her remember everything. I swear Sakura-sama is going to kill herself when she remembers everything!
Boruto opened his eyes. The most horrible of his inner questions was beginning to unfold. During the torturous sex session, Boruto tried to distract the mind with solving that riddle. How could the mercenaries get to his wife? How could they get past his constant vigilance in order to steal the life, and then Sarada-chan's eyes? The most horrible answer, he seemed to be right there. In front of his eyes that opened again before the naked truth.
"She was going to give you a son Onii-chan ..." Himawari whispered, shaking her hips with a slow cadence, while she bit her lip. "You were always with your clones around her." I should have killed her long before her. But the damn thing was attached to Onii-chan like a leech ... - She kept moving and her gaze was that of a crying woman, totally unbalanced- she and Sakura-sama, they had stolen you from my side. You did not obey my orders to love me. You only see me as your fragile little sister. So I reasoned, that only Sakura-sama could get close enough to her daughter to eliminate her ...
-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… .AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
The scream came from his soul. He had been putting up with all his concentration on not participating in the sex. He was bound and naked, he was at Himawari's mercy and understood that he didn't stand a chance. Still, the strength that came from his desperation made the ends of the great bed shudder. A force that was not even the thousandth part of his real power, but was born as a result of the deepest pain. Of the bloodiest betrayal. His wife and son were killed. His sister had used Sakura to kill Bolt's family. She had used it, and the hairy girl didn't remember anything. It was Sakura who injected whatever it was into her own daughter. It was Sakura who went into the morgue to extract her eyes from her. That necrotized sharingan that no one really wanted. It was just an excuse, it was just a hoax. A bloody trap from her own sister.
-HOW COULD YOU? –Boruto yelled at the top of his lungs, moving uselessly, while she smiled and rode him harder with emotion- HOW WERE YOU ABLE TO DO THIS TO ME ?! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! -Boruto yelled angrily at him, while tears of despair welled up from his glassy eyes.
-Onii-chan I love you ...- Himawari said absent from that explosion- she couldn't allow them to take you away from my side. She couldn't bear it. Even recently, during my marriage ceremony, I wished you would interrupt everything. I wanted you to support me in my desire not to marry. I didn't want to give Inojin-kun my body. This body is yours Onii-chan. This womb will only be fertilized by your Onii-chan seed. I will never let my husband get me pregnant Onii-chan. All my children… will be our children Onii-chan.
Boruto's fight was sterile, as was his tears. His sister had him drugged and disabled. It doesn't matter that in real combat he might be stronger today. In that bed, she was the one who dominated everything. And his partial pressure technique had apparently improved. She now she could insert orders into people, and also make them forget everything.
Himawari's movements were too fast. She was rubbing her breasts passionately and drooling with a blank look. She was about to reach nirvana. Boruto no longer had control, no resistance possible. His penis was buried deep within the womb in his younger sister. He was hard as stone, unable to deny the most basic and elemental urge. His mind wandered between pain and hatred.
His own sister. The apple of his eyes. The purest being that Boruto believed he had met. His own sister loved him insanely, and she had gone so far as to kill Sarada and her nephew to possess him. Using Sakura, with whom Bolt believed he had found some level of companionship and comfort. Would he kill her too? Did Himawari know that he and Sakura were now a couple?
Suddenly, the sensation of an explosion. Himawari squeezed the inside of him like a steel claw, and Bolt's defenses shattered. They both screamed, so loud that without the seals of silence it would have been heard throughout the village. They both screamed, but while she did it out of the feeling of happiness and being full, he did it out of pain and defeat. He had poured the essence of her into her. There was no going back.
Himawari collapsed onto Boruto's torso. Covering him with her breasts and her hair. There was nothing left. They were both panting, visibly sweaty. They both knew that the night of forbidden perversion had just begun. The excess energy was too obvious. After all, they were Uzumaki. They both were, and the fruit of that night would be too.
-You're still so hard Onii-chan… -she whispered in her ear- I feel your cum filling me all. I'm ovulating Onii-chan. I can't give you nephews Onii-chan. The years will pass, and I will always return to your arms. I will only have your children Onii-chan. Inojin-kun won't know. He is never going to impregnate me. I will never allow it. It is your precious semen that must make me pregnant. I will only have your children Onii-chan.
Boruto knew what would happen next. He was totally trapped. His sister was not only going to rape him throughout the night, but she would surely erase everything he now knew from his memory, when the matter was finished. Himawari months ago, had controlled Sakura to kill Sarada and hers own nephew of hers. She had hired the mercenaries, and erased the memories of her. The sharingan's eyes were just an excuse. What he really always wanted was now his. She might be married to Inojin Yamanaka, but she was willing to have Uzumaki children. The children of her own brother. How ironic, she had avoided something similar that Sasuke Uchiha intended to accomplish, and now he was trapped in the same wicked system.
-Let's continue Onii-chan ...- said the woman getting up and beginning to move to stimulate the member nailed inside her-we have to ensure our offspring Onii-chan. Now I really want to know, "what is good". I want you to make love to me Onii-chan. Someday I'm going to convince you to do it without strings attached. I swear Onii-chan.
Boruto was devastated. He was now a toy to his sister, and the next day she would not remember him. What was going to happen when she got pregnant? What would happen if the boy looked exactly like his real father? What if Himawari considered that Sakura was also a threat to her sick love? Was she really unaware of Bolt's current situation with Sarada's mother? The man could only pray that he hadn't found out. That Chocho Akimichi will never tell him. How to prevent Sakura from what she would completely forget in the morning?
-And if she came to know that Sakura-sama is trying to conquer you Onii-chan ... -he warned the woman looking at him like a lioness to the tastiest prey- I will have to help her "remember" her crimes. I will have to push her into the abyss of her. Poor Onii-chan… you will be left alone. But you must not suffer Onii-chan. Your beloved sister will always be all yours. She will never leave you.
That was it….
Boruto knew that the terrible was not over ...
His memory would be erased. And Sakura on her return would have no idea of the risk they were both running. They would still be together, and eventually Himawari was going to find out. He was going to kill Sakura too. He would torture her by reminding her that her hands killed Sarada. He would force her to suicide. And Boruto had no way of avoiding it. Memories of him would be erased every time. Himawari had betrayed him and would continue to do so forever.
For hours, Boruto suffered and enjoyed in brutal amounts. For hours the feeling that he had about escaping from Konoha years ago was in his mind. Maybe his instincts were warning her about everything. Perhaps Himawari previously, had already done something similar. Boruto couldn't do anything to stop her. He was his slave now, he was his toy forever. The man was going to bring the seed of a new generation of Uzumaki, even if it was by force. And Boruto would forget everything, just like that important concept he learned from training him in the wake of him. What Kakashi taught him that he should never have forgotten.
While he again he came hard, screaming and pleading that they would not be heard. Boruto cursed himself for having forgotten the most important thing in the world. What Boruto should never have forgotten. Even if the years go by, even if the leaders go by and the world changes its system. Still, he should never have forgotten that in the land of traitors ...
Betrayal… ..is in the blood.
End of story.