My screwed up life
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,308
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Our secret
For some strange reason, I woke up the next morning, even though I didn’t remember falling asleep. I also realized I was on the couch in the study. “Good morning, Sande-Ayame.” I looked over at daddy. “Did you sleep well?”
“Was last night a dream?” I asked bluntly, sitting up.
“It depends on what you mean.” I sighed and got up.
“You and me, kiss.”
“No, I don’t believe that was a dream.” I sat down in front of him. “Sande-Ayame, don’t mention last night to anyone, just a rumor of any kind relationship between us other than Father and daughter will ruin your chances of being Kazekage.” I leaned forward, placed my hand on his cheek, and kissed him.
“Of course, it’s our secret.” Right after I said these words, Kioshi’s voice rang through the house for breakfast. I removed my hand and left the room, walking happily into the kitchen.
“Are you happy you listened to me?”
“Just leave me alone…”
“Say it.”
“Thank you for your advice.”
“Was that so hard?”
“Yes!”
“Nee-chan, I want pancakes!” Aiko said as soon as I walked into the room.
“Well, I want eggs.” declared Kioshi.
“We tried to have eggs yesterday, we’re having pancakes.” I sighed.
***
“He’s some paper work for you, daddy.” I walked into the study with a large stack of paperwork.
“You don’t have to call me that after last night, Sande-Ayame.” He said as I set the papers on the desk.
“Is Gaara-tou-san better?” I asked, sitting in my seat across from him. Gaara-tou-san nodded. I smiled, then played with my hair.
“Come here.” ordered Gaara-tou-san. I got up and walked over, he grabbed my arms and pulled me into his lap.
“Someone could walk in.” I reminded.
“It’s locked.” I laid my head on his shoulder.
“Okay…” I looked a the clock. “Uncle Kankuro will be here soon.”
“I know.”
“He’ll find away in.”
“I know.”
“Your insane.”
“It’s genetic.” I rolled my eyes, this is the daddy from my childhood. He’d rub off anything as unimportant for me. I missed it.
“I love you too, Gaara-tou-san.” I wrapped my arms tightly around him and closed my eyes, think of an excuse if someone walked in. He kissed my forehead.
“I know.”
“Asshole.”
“Now, that’s no way to talk to your father.”
“I believe I can talk to you anyway I want, Tou-san.” I giggled and kissed his cheek.
“I could be fucking you and your siblings in a foursome and I’ll still be your father.” he reminded.
“Hey, I’m the only one you’ll be fucking, those two can get their own tou-san.” I made a childish face.
“Sande-Ayame, you need to share. They’ll get suspicious if I suddenly start spending all my time with you.”
“Why could I be an only child?” Gaara-tou-san just kissed my cheek.
***
“Oh, tou-san, that feels so good…” I moaned feeling his fingers rub against my clit. The sadist bastard smirked, then leaned down and kissed down my stomach. He kissed down to my womanhood, then slipped his tongue in. “Eek!” It was a slight shock to have the moist peace of flesh inside of me. My hands tangled in his hair, pushing his tongue deeper in. He pulled back, being much stronger than me of course, right before I came.
“Do you want me in you, otome?” he asked, rubbing his hand up and down my side.
“Hai…” I whispered, bracing myself for the pain I knew was coming.
“Wake up, Sande-Ayame.” I sat up in bed, and rubbed my eyes. Gaara-tou-san sat on the edge of my bed in just blood-red PJ pants. “Are you alright? I could here you in my room.” I blushed.
“What was I saying?” I asked.
“Just moaning, and a few things I couldn’t understand.” I let out a sigh of relief.
“What were you dreaming about?” I blushed a deeper shade of red.
“Um, well…” I let out a strange cross between a squeal and a scream, then buried my head in the pillow. He laid down next to me and wrapped his strong arms around me.
“I thought we weren’t keeping secrets anymore, Sande-Ayame.”
“This is embarrassing though!”
“Is it as embarrassing as when you first started your monthly curse, and had to come to me?”
“Much more!”
“When I walk in on you in the shower when you were 14?”
“More.”
“As embarrassing as when I do this.” His hand slipped down my pants, and fingered my wet area. I moaned and arched into him.
“Tou-san…” He pulled his hand out of my pants.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“I…um…had a…uh…wet dream about us…” I felt like I was going to faint. ‘I will not faint! I am not an Uzumaki!’
“Let’s sure as hell hope, I’d hate to be sealed in one of them.”
“Go away.” I ordered.
“That is nothing to be embarrassed about.” He kissed my neck. “I guess, all things considered, it is quite normal.”
“I’m not normal.” I reminded.
“Very true, otome.” He wrapped his fingers in my hair. “That’s why you’re my daughter.” He kissed me. I cuddled up closer, then ran my hands up and down his bare chest. His own hands slipped up my shirt, gentle rubbing one of my hardened nipples. He broke off the kiss just to take off my tank-top, then went back to kissing me.
“Oh…tou-san…” He rolled me over, then climbed on top of me. He kissed down my neck as I moaned his name again. My calling him “Tou-san” brought him back to his senses.
“Sande-Ayame, do I need to explain why we must stop?” He asked, panting huskily.
“Either because I’m too young or because I’m your daughter.”
“Both, I think when your older, I may be able to disregard the second one.”
“I hope, Gaara-tou-san. I want to be with you one day.” I cupped my hands around his face and pulled him down to kiss me.
The door flew open, Kioshi was standing right there, staring at us.
“Was last night a dream?” I asked bluntly, sitting up.
“It depends on what you mean.” I sighed and got up.
“You and me, kiss.”
“No, I don’t believe that was a dream.” I sat down in front of him. “Sande-Ayame, don’t mention last night to anyone, just a rumor of any kind relationship between us other than Father and daughter will ruin your chances of being Kazekage.” I leaned forward, placed my hand on his cheek, and kissed him.
“Of course, it’s our secret.” Right after I said these words, Kioshi’s voice rang through the house for breakfast. I removed my hand and left the room, walking happily into the kitchen.
“Are you happy you listened to me?”
“Just leave me alone…”
“Say it.”
“Thank you for your advice.”
“Was that so hard?”
“Yes!”
“Nee-chan, I want pancakes!” Aiko said as soon as I walked into the room.
“Well, I want eggs.” declared Kioshi.
“We tried to have eggs yesterday, we’re having pancakes.” I sighed.
***
“He’s some paper work for you, daddy.” I walked into the study with a large stack of paperwork.
“You don’t have to call me that after last night, Sande-Ayame.” He said as I set the papers on the desk.
“Is Gaara-tou-san better?” I asked, sitting in my seat across from him. Gaara-tou-san nodded. I smiled, then played with my hair.
“Come here.” ordered Gaara-tou-san. I got up and walked over, he grabbed my arms and pulled me into his lap.
“Someone could walk in.” I reminded.
“It’s locked.” I laid my head on his shoulder.
“Okay…” I looked a the clock. “Uncle Kankuro will be here soon.”
“I know.”
“He’ll find away in.”
“I know.”
“Your insane.”
“It’s genetic.” I rolled my eyes, this is the daddy from my childhood. He’d rub off anything as unimportant for me. I missed it.
“I love you too, Gaara-tou-san.” I wrapped my arms tightly around him and closed my eyes, think of an excuse if someone walked in. He kissed my forehead.
“I know.”
“Asshole.”
“Now, that’s no way to talk to your father.”
“I believe I can talk to you anyway I want, Tou-san.” I giggled and kissed his cheek.
“I could be fucking you and your siblings in a foursome and I’ll still be your father.” he reminded.
“Hey, I’m the only one you’ll be fucking, those two can get their own tou-san.” I made a childish face.
“Sande-Ayame, you need to share. They’ll get suspicious if I suddenly start spending all my time with you.”
“Why could I be an only child?” Gaara-tou-san just kissed my cheek.
***
“Oh, tou-san, that feels so good…” I moaned feeling his fingers rub against my clit. The sadist bastard smirked, then leaned down and kissed down my stomach. He kissed down to my womanhood, then slipped his tongue in. “Eek!” It was a slight shock to have the moist peace of flesh inside of me. My hands tangled in his hair, pushing his tongue deeper in. He pulled back, being much stronger than me of course, right before I came.
“Do you want me in you, otome?” he asked, rubbing his hand up and down my side.
“Hai…” I whispered, bracing myself for the pain I knew was coming.
“Wake up, Sande-Ayame.” I sat up in bed, and rubbed my eyes. Gaara-tou-san sat on the edge of my bed in just blood-red PJ pants. “Are you alright? I could here you in my room.” I blushed.
“What was I saying?” I asked.
“Just moaning, and a few things I couldn’t understand.” I let out a sigh of relief.
“What were you dreaming about?” I blushed a deeper shade of red.
“Um, well…” I let out a strange cross between a squeal and a scream, then buried my head in the pillow. He laid down next to me and wrapped his strong arms around me.
“I thought we weren’t keeping secrets anymore, Sande-Ayame.”
“This is embarrassing though!”
“Is it as embarrassing as when you first started your monthly curse, and had to come to me?”
“Much more!”
“When I walk in on you in the shower when you were 14?”
“More.”
“As embarrassing as when I do this.” His hand slipped down my pants, and fingered my wet area. I moaned and arched into him.
“Tou-san…” He pulled his hand out of my pants.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“I…um…had a…uh…wet dream about us…” I felt like I was going to faint. ‘I will not faint! I am not an Uzumaki!’
“Let’s sure as hell hope, I’d hate to be sealed in one of them.”
“Go away.” I ordered.
“That is nothing to be embarrassed about.” He kissed my neck. “I guess, all things considered, it is quite normal.”
“I’m not normal.” I reminded.
“Very true, otome.” He wrapped his fingers in my hair. “That’s why you’re my daughter.” He kissed me. I cuddled up closer, then ran my hands up and down his bare chest. His own hands slipped up my shirt, gentle rubbing one of my hardened nipples. He broke off the kiss just to take off my tank-top, then went back to kissing me.
“Oh…tou-san…” He rolled me over, then climbed on top of me. He kissed down my neck as I moaned his name again. My calling him “Tou-san” brought him back to his senses.
“Sande-Ayame, do I need to explain why we must stop?” He asked, panting huskily.
“Either because I’m too young or because I’m your daughter.”
“Both, I think when your older, I may be able to disregard the second one.”
“I hope, Gaara-tou-san. I want to be with you one day.” I cupped my hands around his face and pulled him down to kiss me.
The door flew open, Kioshi was standing right there, staring at us.