Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Object of Twisted Affection ❯ Longing for the Wrong Things ( Chapter 2 )
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By: ChidoriAmie 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.16.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.16.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
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Hello everybody. Thanks for reading chapter 2 of my fic. I’m really excited to be writing it and sharing it with other people. As always, please read and review. Let me know what you think and give me feedback on what is working and not working in the story for you.
P.S. I don't own Naruto. This is a fan work only.
---Chidori Amie.
Chapter Two- Longing for the wrong things
Hinata drew in a deep breath and found the courage to stand up in the water where Neji had left her to rinse herself off. She watched him quietly as he stood staring away from her up the hill carelessly kicking the sandy beach with his sandals.
At that moment, Hinata felt like sinking back down into the water and drowning herself. The lake's cool, calm surface seemed to invite her down below. Without thinking, she began to wade out further from the shore. Her body felt heavier and heavier as more of her limbs became submerged.
"I've made a promise with the devil," she lamented quietly to herself, recalling the words she and Neji had exchanged.
"This is my secret..." she thought as more and more of her body was swallowed by the lake.
The water began to slowly press against her lips and cheek bones. She felt a choking sensation and panicked. The deceptive calm of the lake exploded with the sounds of sputtering and fierce flailing as Hinata fought against its will to drag her to the bottom.
"No," she thought to herself, "I don't want to die...Please...I don't want to die."
"Help," she gurgled, before bobbing underneath the water. She barely heard the sound of splashing as she came up a second time to call for help.
"Hel--" she desperately rasped, dipping under once more.
The world underneath the lake seemed so peaceful but at the same time frightening. Everything around her became distorted and blurry. All of her senses seemed to revolt against her emotions. Her body found itself in a true conflict of interests. Her heart longed to end her existence but the rest of her physical form had decided to fight. She wanted to die and yet she was still stubbornly clinging to life.
No. That wasn't entirely true. She didn't wish to die at all.
Up until now, her life had been pleasant. She had been happy with her family and friends.
Father. Hanabi. Kiba. Shino.
............Naruto-kun...
All of them were special to her and she didn't want to leave them.
She just wanted the part of her that had just lost its innocence to drown in the lake.
She wished that section of herself would disappear. She wanted the memories to fade and sink to the bottom where they would never resurface.
She wanted to live.
"Don't even think about killing yourself." Neji shouted as he pulled her body up out of the water.
Hinata gasped greedily for breath as Neji swam with her towards the shore.
"What the hell were you thinking?" he demanded, throwing her off his back and on to the ground.
Hinata coughed violently. Neji bent down and patted her back until she expunged all the water she had swallowed.
"You could have died," he hissed, shaking her fiercely.
"The current...took me." Hinata explained, "I wasn't trying to die."
"..." Neji stopped and took his hands from her shoulders, " Oh...."
He collapsed on the shore beside her, exhausted from his sudden effort to save her life.
"I suppose you did call for help," he recalled, lightly raking his hand through the sand and grass.
Hinata felt her face grow hot. Neji had just saved her life. The object of her newly found terror had been the very one to pull her out of the watery jaws of death.
"You're blushing," Neji remarked, touching the side of her cheek with his hand.
Hinata cringed but Neji just laughed.
“I should head home,” Hinata offered meekly, hoping this would be a good time to part company with Neji.
"It is getting late," he replied. He rose and extended his hand to help her up off the ground.
Hinata felt strange about accepting his kindness. Although he had saved her, he had done too much to harm the trust she once had bestowed upon him. He had violated her and his good deed still could not outweigh the pain he had inflicted upon her.
Hinata pulled herself up without his help, much to Neji's dismay. He bit his lip but said nothing. He just nodded and followed her. The pair walked slowly back up the hill towards the path.
At the top of the hill, Neji took Hinata’s hand in his and squeezed it. A feeling of discomfort and apprehension returned to her when she noticed the downcast gaze of his eyes. Neji seemed to stare at her oddly, focusing his attention on the wet, clingy effect the water had had on the back of her pants. Hinata decided to ignore it by looking away from him but she continued to suffer under the pressure of his lecherous stare.
His behavior brought back echoes of what Neji had eluded to earlier. Those hints he had made at future sexual incidents had frightened her. He expressed a desire to have future "matches" with her and that chilled her deeply. She felt an overburdening terror rip through her body and pierce every organ. It was like nothing she had faced before. Her heart felt torn by the promise she had made with Neji and her own need to reveal the truth about their encounters to her family in an effort to make them cease.
Every ounce of her wanted to escape from Neji and run home crying to her father. She wanted to confess every little event that had transpired and never have to see Neji again. Yet, Neji seemed to hold a power over her that she could not express. He was her tormentor and her savior at the same time. Each good thing Neji did seemed to be canceled out by the bad things he had done to her. She yearned to expose him but at the same time realized that by doing so she would have to expose herself.
Right now, only she and Neji knew what had taken place. It was between them both and no one else ever needed to know as long as they both kept quiet about their little secret. If she said something to her father, even if he did or didn’t believe her story over Neji’s, people in the village would eventually find out and begin to talk about it.
Hyuuga-cest. That was what people in Konoha would probably nickname it. For a prestigious family like the Hyuuga's to bear such a stigma as incest would forever damage their reputation. She could not help but have a biting fear of the consequences her confession would bring upon herself and her family. Neji had clearly pointed out that exposing the truth would be far worse than keeping it a secret and Hinata naively believed that what he said was true.
If her friends and classmates found out, she wasn’t sure how they would react. She was certain however that they would look at her with different eyes. What seemed worse to her would be facing people after they learned the truth. She wasn’t sure how she’d face her friends. And if Naruto knew…
She shuddered. If Naruto found out everything she hoped for between them would be over. He was the boy of her dreams--the object of her dearest affection--and she had convinced herself that he would be repulsed by her if he heard how Neji had soiled her.
It was truly the sort of scar on her reputation that Hinata did not desire.
“This is our little secret,” Neji had told her and in truth if she kept quiet, it would only be between them and the wind.
Abruptly, Neji stopped just as they left the training ground area and started on the main path.
“Hinata,” he said.
Hinata did not look at him.
“Hinata,” he said a bit more forcefully.
“Yes..” she finally answered.
He tilted his head so it was directly in her line of vision.
“It's been bothering me. How do I really know that you’ll keep the secret between us?”
“What…?” she asked in disbelief.
“How can I trust you,” he told her, “You say you don’t want anyone to know but how can I be sure you’re telling me the truth.”
“Neji nii-san,” Hinata began uncomfortably.
“If you told and someone actually believed you…”
“I won’t tell! I WON’T!” Hinata promised, “I’ll never say anything about it! Just never touch me again.”
“I can’t tell,” Hinata resolved in her mind, “Not anyone..”
“Prove it.” Neji said. .
Hinata started to walk away from him but Neji seized her arm and prevented her movement.
“Show me you can keep a secret,” Neji hissed, “Show me that I can trust you.”
She gently touched the side of his face hoping to appeal to his good side, “Please Neji nii-san. This is just between us.”
“Show me I can trust you,” Neji insisted, “How do I know you won’t tell or try to avoid me again? Or even try to kill yourself ! ”
Hinata shook her head, “I won’t.”
“Then prove your words,” he told her, “I want to be sure. Now do what I ask you to.”
“I…” she hesitated unsure of what he might ask.
“Take off your jacket.”
“My jacket..” Hinata repeated nervously.
“Take it off.” Neji demanded.
Hinata cautiously removed her wet summer jacket and allowed it to drop to the ground. Neji watched her intently as she did so, staring at the way the wet blouse clung tightly to her form. He traced the contours of her neck with his eyes. His gaze continued to her right shoulder and followed the outlined strap of her bra down to its base that came to rest just above her bra cup.
Hinata instinctively placed her hand over the spot just before Neji’s eyes could roam any further.
“Neji nii-san,” she whispered uncomfortably.
Neji removed her hand from the spot and pressed his hand into hers.
“Don’t hide from me,” he said calmly as he lowered both of their hands to the side, “I want to see you.”
Hinata closed her eyes. “Please, don’t let this happen,” Hinata screamed silently in her mind, “Please…Someone…please….help me.”
“Open your eyes,” he commanded as he pinched her hand, “Look at me as I look at you.”
“No!” Hinata answered defiantly..
“Hinata!” Neji hissed, “I said look at me.”
“Neji please,” she begged, “Please…”
Neji pinched her hand harder until he drew blood.
“Hinata!”
Hinata’s eyes jolted open and she stared back into her cousin’s wild glare.
He half smirked and released her hand, “Much better.”
“A female should be flattered when a male takes an interest in her body.” Neji explained, “The female body s a beautiful thing and I can’t help admiring it...even if it is yours.”
Hinata remained silent while Neji lowered his head, the tips of his drenched hair failing against her body. He pressed his lips against hers. She did not respond to the passionate movements of his mouth. On the outside, she remained completely unresponsive. On the inside however, her reaction was anything but quiet. She felt sick, violently sick. She was frightened where his behavior was trying to lead them both. Her mouth remained forcefully closed even as he plied and nipped at her lips.
Neji attempted twice to french kiss her but her lips refused to part. They remained solid and inflexible against his twisted signs of affection for her.
“You aren’t a very good kisser,” Neji managed between gasps after he removed his lips from hers, “You’re stiff…awkward.”
He put his hand on Hinata’s shoulder and traced his finger down over the edge of her armpit and on to her breast.
“I like your body,” he whispered,” Your breasts are fuller than hers.”
He gently began to squeeze her left breast. Hinata squirmed and leaned back against the nearby tree for support.
“But Ten Ten’s prettier than you,” Neji informed her, “and she knows how to respond to my caresses...”
Neji pressed his face against Hinata’s wet chest and rubbed her nipple through the clothing with the side of his cheek, “I’d rather be touching her right now.”
Hinata closed her eyes again. The feelings of intense disgust increased. She could barely stand it anymore. Neji had gone too far. Her stomach churned turbulently as she feared what might happen next.
“But being with you like this…feels nice…” he said unexpectedly, “She and I…”
He paused and then visibly straightened, pulling back from Hinata’s breasts.
“…It‘s been a while since we.....”
Neji stared at his open hand for a moment as though he were remembering some past sensation. Hinata cautiously watched him. His aggressive stare gradually dissolved and was replaced by a sad, almost sullen gaze.
Their latest encounter appeared to be over. Hinata’s eyes blurred in the aftermath.
She tried to focus on her stained jacket that lie on the ground nearby. Through her tears, Hinata could see the dried vomit and spots of blood spattered across the upper half.
When she had first bought it, the sight of the jacket pleased her but now it only brought back horror and disgust. She wanted desperately to retrieve it but she dared not make a move while Neji was near fearing he would resume their encounter and finish what he had already begun.
Slowly, her senses began to dull and her body began to feel heavy again. With each passing second, Hinata’s heart pounded faster. Time slowed. She became increasingly aware of a weakness that began to grip her body.
A panic set in as her knees began to give out and her head began to ache. She was engulfed in a whirlwind of apprehension and uncertainty with no sure way out except to succumb to her dizzying state. “I can’t faint,” she thought hysterically to herself, “If I close my eyes…He might...”
Her hand protectively returned to her breast, “ ..then how will I lose my virginity...to Naruto-kun...”
She forced herself to remain conscious. Neji noticed her shudder and his stare fell back upon her. His expression began to change and his face grew dark with rage. “Do I repulse you that much,” he demanded, seeing her body relying more and more on the tree for support. .
“…………” Hinata struggled to keep alert.
“Do I?,” he cried, smashing some of the bark on the tree supporting her with his fist.
“N-no..” Hinata managed, “No…”
“Why do you hate me?!!”
Neji pounded the tree again but stopped just before striking it again. “All I’ve wanted is her. Ten Ten won’t even let me…” his voice trailed off and he broke into a gentle sob.
“Neji nii-san,” Hinata whispered, “I want to go home…Please take me home.”
Neji looked at her with reddening eyes. He nodded and picked up her stained jacket up off the ground and placed it in her hands.
“This is between us only,” he said solemnly, “Don’t tell anyone...please.”
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The sun over the Hyuuga household was already setting as Neji and Hinata arrived home.
Hanabi, who was sweeping the front yard, looked up as the latch on the gate began to ease open.
“Hinata, Neji nii-san,” Hanabi called as they came through the main entrance, “Where have you been?”
The younger girl drew closer to them. “Everyone‘s been waiting,” she complained, “Hey...What happened to you guys?”
Hinata blushed and put her fingers over her mouth guiltily trying to conceal the spot Neji had blemished.
“We’re sorry Hanabi,” Neji apologized, “We met up together and had a match.”
He put his hand on Hinata’s shoulder, “I’m afraid we were so into it that we weren’t thinking about the time.”
“Sorry..” Hinata said weakly.
“Oh,” Hanabi exclaimed, “Hinata, your jacket.”
Hinata nervously thrust it behind her back, “My...jacket.”
But her efforts to conceal the blood and vomit stained jacket failed miserably. Hanabi, who was more agile than her older sister, quickly seized it and held it up to the fading sunlight to examine it. “This was the one you were going to wear on the school trip wasn’t it.”
“NO!” Hinata screamed, ripping the jacket from her little sister’s hands, “Don’t touch that!”
Hanabi stared blankly at her, “I’m sorry.”
Hinata stole the jacket back from her sister and pressed it tightly to her chest. A tinge of guilt lie painfully in every stain and Hanabi’s gaze upon each blemish was almost too much to bear.
Any minute now Hinata expected the truth to come out . For Hanabi to spot the few specks of Neji’s cum that had dribbled out of her mouth when she vomited. She had wished the water in the lake washed all of the traces away but they remained behind defiantly to torture her.
“What’s been prepared for supper?” Neji asked quickly to change the subject.
“Oh! One of your favorites nii-san,” Hanabi answered enthusiastically, “ Fatty tuna with white rice. And a special surprise for Hinata and I.”
“Sounds good,” Neji answered as he and Hanabi walked towards the koi pond garden and the entrance of the main house.
Hanabi paused and turned around. “Aren’t you coming sis?”
Hinata shook her head, “Please, go on without me.”
“But..,” Hanabi protested, “..father says we all eat together, as a family.”
Neji walked back and began to lead her inside. “C’mon Hinata.”
Hinata tapped her left hand nervously against the collar of the jacket. “Shouldn’t I…get rid of it. I mean the stains...It is stained Neji nii-san.”
Neji took the jacket and threw it down on the porch of the Branch family house. “I’ll take care of it.”
Hinata nodded and walked into the Main house with a less than eager appetite. She had no desire to put any more things into her mouth and secretly longed to use the bath to wash away any lingering traces of her cousin’s presence. But a bath and even a change of clothes would have to wait because the family’s need to eat came before her own individual concerns. She would have to get through the family meal before she could be alone.
Hinata slid her shoes off and removed a light evening robe from its hook by the entrance. Carefully, she slid the garment over her damp clothes and entered the dining room where her father sat reading. Her father did not even look up from his scroll as she came in and sat down. Neji, who had also taken a robe, said nothing and took his seat at the dining table opposite her. Hanabi, meanwhile, walked to the edge of the dining area and struck a bell to summon the other members of the Hyuuga clan to the table.
“Try to relax,” Neji whispered to Hinata.
Hanabi sat down beside Hinata as the remaining members of the clan filed into the room and took their respective seats at the table. The room was filled with silence like it normally was and no one spoke as a few servants entered carrying the first of what would be a five course meal.
A petite female servant placed a very light and shallow dish of soup before them. Hinata raised the dish to her lips and struggled to take a sip of the liquid. Neji seemed to have little trouble consuming it. It appeared he had finally worked up an appetite for something other than her that evening.
After about five minutes, Hinata’s full dish was removed and replaced by the second course which consisted of a covered bowl. Hinata removed the cover and steam rolled off the rice.
The third course was brought out almost immediately after and severed on large community style plates covered with lids. Hinata understood this feeding arrangement to mean that the two foods were meant to be eaten together.
Hanabi nudged her and whispered, “This is the surprise I made for us today.”
Hanabi removed the cover on the tray in front of them and revealed a mixture of bean sprouts and onions. They were topped by a couple of large, whole pickles that appeared to have been steamed. Although this dish had been one of her favorites in the past, its appearance brought her nothing but anguish and disgust at that moment.
Hanabi smiled at her sister and took the serving chopsticks to place a pickle topped with a bean sprouts and onions on to her plate, Hinata’s, Neji’s, and two of their older relatives.
Immediately, Hinata felt repulsed by the sight of the large, long green pickle as it dangled awkwardly between Hanabi’s chopsticks. The shape instantly reminded her of how Neji’s cock looked earlier that evening . Like the pickle, it too had been long and of a similar shape. A semi-hard form that dangled loosely in the air and came to rest inside the mouth.
Hinata felt terribly dizzy.
Hanabi hadn’t noticed. Instead she opened her mouth and started to loudly suck on the tip of the pickle, biting it off and letting the juice spill out from the hole and on to the plate.
The sight brought back memories of Neji’s member penetrating her oral cavity. The feeling of having his raw flesh throbbing against the inside of her mouth. The sensation of his tip rubbing against her tongue and teeth. Even the taste of Neji’s creamy white cum still haunted her mouth. It felt like the assault was happening all over again. Hinata stared at the pickle buried underneath the mountain of bean sprouts and onions. It created a deceptive bulge barely visibly beneath the vegetable and poked out at one side, just like the erection that emerged from the fly of Neji’s shorts.
“BLECH…” Hinata vomited on to her plate and down the front of her robe.
“Hinata,” her father shouted, half rising from his seat at the head of the table.
“I’m sorry,” Neji said, rising quickly from his seat and addressing his uncle, “Hinata has not been feeling well.”
The sound of Neji’s voice only made the situation worse. Weak already from her fear in the woods, Hinata’s world began to swirl around her. She felt a smaller female hand touch her shoulder just before she collapsed and fell out of her chair.
The last voice she heard was Neji’s.
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Hello everybody. Thanks for reading chapter 2 of my fic. I’m really excited to be writing it and sharing it with other people. As always, please read and review. Let me know what you think and give me feedback on what is working and not working in the story for you.
P.S. I don't own Naruto. This is a fan work only.
---Chidori Amie.
Chapter Two- Longing for the wrong things
Hinata drew in a deep breath and found the courage to stand up in the water where Neji had left her to rinse herself off. She watched him quietly as he stood staring away from her up the hill carelessly kicking the sandy beach with his sandals.
At that moment, Hinata felt like sinking back down into the water and drowning herself. The lake's cool, calm surface seemed to invite her down below. Without thinking, she began to wade out further from the shore. Her body felt heavier and heavier as more of her limbs became submerged.
"I've made a promise with the devil," she lamented quietly to herself, recalling the words she and Neji had exchanged.
"This is my secret..." she thought as more and more of her body was swallowed by the lake.
The water began to slowly press against her lips and cheek bones. She felt a choking sensation and panicked. The deceptive calm of the lake exploded with the sounds of sputtering and fierce flailing as Hinata fought against its will to drag her to the bottom.
"No," she thought to herself, "I don't want to die...Please...I don't want to die."
"Help," she gurgled, before bobbing underneath the water. She barely heard the sound of splashing as she came up a second time to call for help.
"Hel--" she desperately rasped, dipping under once more.
The world underneath the lake seemed so peaceful but at the same time frightening. Everything around her became distorted and blurry. All of her senses seemed to revolt against her emotions. Her body found itself in a true conflict of interests. Her heart longed to end her existence but the rest of her physical form had decided to fight. She wanted to die and yet she was still stubbornly clinging to life.
No. That wasn't entirely true. She didn't wish to die at all.
Up until now, her life had been pleasant. She had been happy with her family and friends.
Father. Hanabi. Kiba. Shino.
............Naruto-kun...
All of them were special to her and she didn't want to leave them.
She just wanted the part of her that had just lost its innocence to drown in the lake.
She wished that section of herself would disappear. She wanted the memories to fade and sink to the bottom where they would never resurface.
She wanted to live.
"Don't even think about killing yourself." Neji shouted as he pulled her body up out of the water.
Hinata gasped greedily for breath as Neji swam with her towards the shore.
"What the hell were you thinking?" he demanded, throwing her off his back and on to the ground.
Hinata coughed violently. Neji bent down and patted her back until she expunged all the water she had swallowed.
"You could have died," he hissed, shaking her fiercely.
"The current...took me." Hinata explained, "I wasn't trying to die."
"..." Neji stopped and took his hands from her shoulders, " Oh...."
He collapsed on the shore beside her, exhausted from his sudden effort to save her life.
"I suppose you did call for help," he recalled, lightly raking his hand through the sand and grass.
Hinata felt her face grow hot. Neji had just saved her life. The object of her newly found terror had been the very one to pull her out of the watery jaws of death.
"You're blushing," Neji remarked, touching the side of her cheek with his hand.
Hinata cringed but Neji just laughed.
“I should head home,” Hinata offered meekly, hoping this would be a good time to part company with Neji.
"It is getting late," he replied. He rose and extended his hand to help her up off the ground.
Hinata felt strange about accepting his kindness. Although he had saved her, he had done too much to harm the trust she once had bestowed upon him. He had violated her and his good deed still could not outweigh the pain he had inflicted upon her.
Hinata pulled herself up without his help, much to Neji's dismay. He bit his lip but said nothing. He just nodded and followed her. The pair walked slowly back up the hill towards the path.
At the top of the hill, Neji took Hinata’s hand in his and squeezed it. A feeling of discomfort and apprehension returned to her when she noticed the downcast gaze of his eyes. Neji seemed to stare at her oddly, focusing his attention on the wet, clingy effect the water had had on the back of her pants. Hinata decided to ignore it by looking away from him but she continued to suffer under the pressure of his lecherous stare.
His behavior brought back echoes of what Neji had eluded to earlier. Those hints he had made at future sexual incidents had frightened her. He expressed a desire to have future "matches" with her and that chilled her deeply. She felt an overburdening terror rip through her body and pierce every organ. It was like nothing she had faced before. Her heart felt torn by the promise she had made with Neji and her own need to reveal the truth about their encounters to her family in an effort to make them cease.
Every ounce of her wanted to escape from Neji and run home crying to her father. She wanted to confess every little event that had transpired and never have to see Neji again. Yet, Neji seemed to hold a power over her that she could not express. He was her tormentor and her savior at the same time. Each good thing Neji did seemed to be canceled out by the bad things he had done to her. She yearned to expose him but at the same time realized that by doing so she would have to expose herself.
Right now, only she and Neji knew what had taken place. It was between them both and no one else ever needed to know as long as they both kept quiet about their little secret. If she said something to her father, even if he did or didn’t believe her story over Neji’s, people in the village would eventually find out and begin to talk about it.
Hyuuga-cest. That was what people in Konoha would probably nickname it. For a prestigious family like the Hyuuga's to bear such a stigma as incest would forever damage their reputation. She could not help but have a biting fear of the consequences her confession would bring upon herself and her family. Neji had clearly pointed out that exposing the truth would be far worse than keeping it a secret and Hinata naively believed that what he said was true.
If her friends and classmates found out, she wasn’t sure how they would react. She was certain however that they would look at her with different eyes. What seemed worse to her would be facing people after they learned the truth. She wasn’t sure how she’d face her friends. And if Naruto knew…
She shuddered. If Naruto found out everything she hoped for between them would be over. He was the boy of her dreams--the object of her dearest affection--and she had convinced herself that he would be repulsed by her if he heard how Neji had soiled her.
It was truly the sort of scar on her reputation that Hinata did not desire.
“This is our little secret,” Neji had told her and in truth if she kept quiet, it would only be between them and the wind.
Abruptly, Neji stopped just as they left the training ground area and started on the main path.
“Hinata,” he said.
Hinata did not look at him.
“Hinata,” he said a bit more forcefully.
“Yes..” she finally answered.
He tilted his head so it was directly in her line of vision.
“It's been bothering me. How do I really know that you’ll keep the secret between us?”
“What…?” she asked in disbelief.
“How can I trust you,” he told her, “You say you don’t want anyone to know but how can I be sure you’re telling me the truth.”
“Neji nii-san,” Hinata began uncomfortably.
“If you told and someone actually believed you…”
“I won’t tell! I WON’T!” Hinata promised, “I’ll never say anything about it! Just never touch me again.”
“I can’t tell,” Hinata resolved in her mind, “Not anyone..”
“Prove it.” Neji said. .
Hinata started to walk away from him but Neji seized her arm and prevented her movement.
“Show me you can keep a secret,” Neji hissed, “Show me that I can trust you.”
She gently touched the side of his face hoping to appeal to his good side, “Please Neji nii-san. This is just between us.”
“Show me I can trust you,” Neji insisted, “How do I know you won’t tell or try to avoid me again? Or even try to kill yourself ! ”
Hinata shook her head, “I won’t.”
“Then prove your words,” he told her, “I want to be sure. Now do what I ask you to.”
“I…” she hesitated unsure of what he might ask.
“Take off your jacket.”
“My jacket..” Hinata repeated nervously.
“Take it off.” Neji demanded.
Hinata cautiously removed her wet summer jacket and allowed it to drop to the ground. Neji watched her intently as she did so, staring at the way the wet blouse clung tightly to her form. He traced the contours of her neck with his eyes. His gaze continued to her right shoulder and followed the outlined strap of her bra down to its base that came to rest just above her bra cup.
Hinata instinctively placed her hand over the spot just before Neji’s eyes could roam any further.
“Neji nii-san,” she whispered uncomfortably.
Neji removed her hand from the spot and pressed his hand into hers.
“Don’t hide from me,” he said calmly as he lowered both of their hands to the side, “I want to see you.”
Hinata closed her eyes. “Please, don’t let this happen,” Hinata screamed silently in her mind, “Please…Someone…please….help me.”
“Open your eyes,” he commanded as he pinched her hand, “Look at me as I look at you.”
“No!” Hinata answered defiantly..
“Hinata!” Neji hissed, “I said look at me.”
“Neji please,” she begged, “Please…”
Neji pinched her hand harder until he drew blood.
“Hinata!”
Hinata’s eyes jolted open and she stared back into her cousin’s wild glare.
He half smirked and released her hand, “Much better.”
“A female should be flattered when a male takes an interest in her body.” Neji explained, “The female body s a beautiful thing and I can’t help admiring it...even if it is yours.”
Hinata remained silent while Neji lowered his head, the tips of his drenched hair failing against her body. He pressed his lips against hers. She did not respond to the passionate movements of his mouth. On the outside, she remained completely unresponsive. On the inside however, her reaction was anything but quiet. She felt sick, violently sick. She was frightened where his behavior was trying to lead them both. Her mouth remained forcefully closed even as he plied and nipped at her lips.
Neji attempted twice to french kiss her but her lips refused to part. They remained solid and inflexible against his twisted signs of affection for her.
“You aren’t a very good kisser,” Neji managed between gasps after he removed his lips from hers, “You’re stiff…awkward.”
He put his hand on Hinata’s shoulder and traced his finger down over the edge of her armpit and on to her breast.
“I like your body,” he whispered,” Your breasts are fuller than hers.”
He gently began to squeeze her left breast. Hinata squirmed and leaned back against the nearby tree for support.
“But Ten Ten’s prettier than you,” Neji informed her, “and she knows how to respond to my caresses...”
Neji pressed his face against Hinata’s wet chest and rubbed her nipple through the clothing with the side of his cheek, “I’d rather be touching her right now.”
Hinata closed her eyes again. The feelings of intense disgust increased. She could barely stand it anymore. Neji had gone too far. Her stomach churned turbulently as she feared what might happen next.
“But being with you like this…feels nice…” he said unexpectedly, “She and I…”
He paused and then visibly straightened, pulling back from Hinata’s breasts.
“…It‘s been a while since we.....”
Neji stared at his open hand for a moment as though he were remembering some past sensation. Hinata cautiously watched him. His aggressive stare gradually dissolved and was replaced by a sad, almost sullen gaze.
Their latest encounter appeared to be over. Hinata’s eyes blurred in the aftermath.
She tried to focus on her stained jacket that lie on the ground nearby. Through her tears, Hinata could see the dried vomit and spots of blood spattered across the upper half.
When she had first bought it, the sight of the jacket pleased her but now it only brought back horror and disgust. She wanted desperately to retrieve it but she dared not make a move while Neji was near fearing he would resume their encounter and finish what he had already begun.
Slowly, her senses began to dull and her body began to feel heavy again. With each passing second, Hinata’s heart pounded faster. Time slowed. She became increasingly aware of a weakness that began to grip her body.
A panic set in as her knees began to give out and her head began to ache. She was engulfed in a whirlwind of apprehension and uncertainty with no sure way out except to succumb to her dizzying state. “I can’t faint,” she thought hysterically to herself, “If I close my eyes…He might...”
Her hand protectively returned to her breast, “ ..then how will I lose my virginity...to Naruto-kun...”
She forced herself to remain conscious. Neji noticed her shudder and his stare fell back upon her. His expression began to change and his face grew dark with rage. “Do I repulse you that much,” he demanded, seeing her body relying more and more on the tree for support. .
“…………” Hinata struggled to keep alert.
“Do I?,” he cried, smashing some of the bark on the tree supporting her with his fist.
“N-no..” Hinata managed, “No…”
“Why do you hate me?!!”
Neji pounded the tree again but stopped just before striking it again. “All I’ve wanted is her. Ten Ten won’t even let me…” his voice trailed off and he broke into a gentle sob.
“Neji nii-san,” Hinata whispered, “I want to go home…Please take me home.”
Neji looked at her with reddening eyes. He nodded and picked up her stained jacket up off the ground and placed it in her hands.
“This is between us only,” he said solemnly, “Don’t tell anyone...please.”
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The sun over the Hyuuga household was already setting as Neji and Hinata arrived home.
Hanabi, who was sweeping the front yard, looked up as the latch on the gate began to ease open.
“Hinata, Neji nii-san,” Hanabi called as they came through the main entrance, “Where have you been?”
The younger girl drew closer to them. “Everyone‘s been waiting,” she complained, “Hey...What happened to you guys?”
Hinata blushed and put her fingers over her mouth guiltily trying to conceal the spot Neji had blemished.
“We’re sorry Hanabi,” Neji apologized, “We met up together and had a match.”
He put his hand on Hinata’s shoulder, “I’m afraid we were so into it that we weren’t thinking about the time.”
“Sorry..” Hinata said weakly.
“Oh,” Hanabi exclaimed, “Hinata, your jacket.”
Hinata nervously thrust it behind her back, “My...jacket.”
But her efforts to conceal the blood and vomit stained jacket failed miserably. Hanabi, who was more agile than her older sister, quickly seized it and held it up to the fading sunlight to examine it. “This was the one you were going to wear on the school trip wasn’t it.”
“NO!” Hinata screamed, ripping the jacket from her little sister’s hands, “Don’t touch that!”
Hanabi stared blankly at her, “I’m sorry.”
Hinata stole the jacket back from her sister and pressed it tightly to her chest. A tinge of guilt lie painfully in every stain and Hanabi’s gaze upon each blemish was almost too much to bear.
Any minute now Hinata expected the truth to come out . For Hanabi to spot the few specks of Neji’s cum that had dribbled out of her mouth when she vomited. She had wished the water in the lake washed all of the traces away but they remained behind defiantly to torture her.
“What’s been prepared for supper?” Neji asked quickly to change the subject.
“Oh! One of your favorites nii-san,” Hanabi answered enthusiastically, “ Fatty tuna with white rice. And a special surprise for Hinata and I.”
“Sounds good,” Neji answered as he and Hanabi walked towards the koi pond garden and the entrance of the main house.
Hanabi paused and turned around. “Aren’t you coming sis?”
Hinata shook her head, “Please, go on without me.”
“But..,” Hanabi protested, “..father says we all eat together, as a family.”
Neji walked back and began to lead her inside. “C’mon Hinata.”
Hinata tapped her left hand nervously against the collar of the jacket. “Shouldn’t I…get rid of it. I mean the stains...It is stained Neji nii-san.”
Neji took the jacket and threw it down on the porch of the Branch family house. “I’ll take care of it.”
Hinata nodded and walked into the Main house with a less than eager appetite. She had no desire to put any more things into her mouth and secretly longed to use the bath to wash away any lingering traces of her cousin’s presence. But a bath and even a change of clothes would have to wait because the family’s need to eat came before her own individual concerns. She would have to get through the family meal before she could be alone.
Hinata slid her shoes off and removed a light evening robe from its hook by the entrance. Carefully, she slid the garment over her damp clothes and entered the dining room where her father sat reading. Her father did not even look up from his scroll as she came in and sat down. Neji, who had also taken a robe, said nothing and took his seat at the dining table opposite her. Hanabi, meanwhile, walked to the edge of the dining area and struck a bell to summon the other members of the Hyuuga clan to the table.
“Try to relax,” Neji whispered to Hinata.
Hanabi sat down beside Hinata as the remaining members of the clan filed into the room and took their respective seats at the table. The room was filled with silence like it normally was and no one spoke as a few servants entered carrying the first of what would be a five course meal.
A petite female servant placed a very light and shallow dish of soup before them. Hinata raised the dish to her lips and struggled to take a sip of the liquid. Neji seemed to have little trouble consuming it. It appeared he had finally worked up an appetite for something other than her that evening.
After about five minutes, Hinata’s full dish was removed and replaced by the second course which consisted of a covered bowl. Hinata removed the cover and steam rolled off the rice.
The third course was brought out almost immediately after and severed on large community style plates covered with lids. Hinata understood this feeding arrangement to mean that the two foods were meant to be eaten together.
Hanabi nudged her and whispered, “This is the surprise I made for us today.”
Hanabi removed the cover on the tray in front of them and revealed a mixture of bean sprouts and onions. They were topped by a couple of large, whole pickles that appeared to have been steamed. Although this dish had been one of her favorites in the past, its appearance brought her nothing but anguish and disgust at that moment.
Hanabi smiled at her sister and took the serving chopsticks to place a pickle topped with a bean sprouts and onions on to her plate, Hinata’s, Neji’s, and two of their older relatives.
Immediately, Hinata felt repulsed by the sight of the large, long green pickle as it dangled awkwardly between Hanabi’s chopsticks. The shape instantly reminded her of how Neji’s cock looked earlier that evening . Like the pickle, it too had been long and of a similar shape. A semi-hard form that dangled loosely in the air and came to rest inside the mouth.
Hinata felt terribly dizzy.
Hanabi hadn’t noticed. Instead she opened her mouth and started to loudly suck on the tip of the pickle, biting it off and letting the juice spill out from the hole and on to the plate.
The sight brought back memories of Neji’s member penetrating her oral cavity. The feeling of having his raw flesh throbbing against the inside of her mouth. The sensation of his tip rubbing against her tongue and teeth. Even the taste of Neji’s creamy white cum still haunted her mouth. It felt like the assault was happening all over again. Hinata stared at the pickle buried underneath the mountain of bean sprouts and onions. It created a deceptive bulge barely visibly beneath the vegetable and poked out at one side, just like the erection that emerged from the fly of Neji’s shorts.
“BLECH…” Hinata vomited on to her plate and down the front of her robe.
“Hinata,” her father shouted, half rising from his seat at the head of the table.
“I’m sorry,” Neji said, rising quickly from his seat and addressing his uncle, “Hinata has not been feeling well.”
The sound of Neji’s voice only made the situation worse. Weak already from her fear in the woods, Hinata’s world began to swirl around her. She felt a smaller female hand touch her shoulder just before she collapsed and fell out of her chair.
The last voice she heard was Neji’s.
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