Hanabi

The training grounds were bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the air thick with the scent of sweat and earth. Boruto and Hanabi had been at it for hours, sparring hard to sharpen his taijutsu skills. Hanabi, his aunt and a damn good fighter, moved with a grace that made it tough for Boruto to keep his eyes on her fists instead of her body. Her tight training gear hugged every curve—her tits pressed against the fabric, her ass looking way too good for him to ignore. He felt his dick twitch in his pants, and he cursed himself for it. She was family, for fuck’s sake.

Boruto tried to shake it off, focusing on the next move, but his mind kept drifting. He’d spent too many nights alone, scrolling through dirty sites, searching up “Boruto X Hanabi Hentai” and getting off to the thought of her. The taboo of it—her being his aunt—only made it hotter. Now, here she was, real and close, and he was losing his damn mind.

Hanabi caught him staring, her lips curling into a sly smirk. “Hey, Boruto, you gonna keep daydreaming, or you actually gonna hit me?”

His face went red, and he stammered, “S-sorry, Aunt Hanabi. I’m good, I swear.”

She laughed, brushing a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead. “Sure you are. Let’s keep going.”

They traded a few more blows, but the air between them felt charged, like static before a storm. After a while, they called it quits and dropped onto the grass, breathing hard. The silence stretched out, heavy and awkward.

Hanabi broke it first, her voice softer than usual. “You’re getting strong, Boruto. Growing up fast. You’re not that little punk I used to babysit anymore.”

His heart slammed against his ribs. “Yeah, uh, thanks. Guess I’m not a kid now.”

She leaned in a little, her breath warm on his face. “So, you think about girls yet? Got anyone you’re chasing?”

Boruto froze, his throat tight. He could lie, play it cool, but the way her eyes locked on his made him feel exposed. “Uh, yeah, I do. Kinda.”

Her smirk widened, teasing. “Oh? Who’s the lucky girl?”

He hesitated, his palms sweaty. This was it—say it or chicken out. “It’s… you, actually.”

Hanabi blinked, caught off guard, her mouth opening slightly. “Wait, what? Me? Boruto, I’m your aunt.”

“I know,” he said, his voice shaky but honest. “I know it’s fucked up, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re gorgeous, and strong, and… shit, I’ve got feelings for you, okay?”

She didn’t say anything for a second, just stared at him, and he thought he’d screwed everything up. Then she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Boruto, this is… messy. We’re family. And I’m older than you. You get that, right?”

“Yeah, I get it,” he said, leaning closer, desperation creeping in. “But I don’t care. I want you, Hanabi.”

Her breath hitched, and he saw it—the flicker of something in her eyes. Lust, maybe. She bit her lip, torn. “If we do this, no one can know. Ever.”

His heart leapt. “I won’t tell a soul. Promise.”

They stared at each other, the tension snapping like a taut wire. Then, slowly, they leaned in. Their lips brushed, hesitant at first, testing the waters. It was soft, sweet—until it wasn’t. The kiss turned hungry, tongues sliding together, and Boruto’s hands moved on their own, finding her tits through her shirt, squeezing them. Her nipples were hard already, and she let out a quiet moan that went straight to his dick.

Hanabi’s hand slid down, cupping his bulge, rubbing him through his pants. “Fuck,” he groaned against her mouth, and she pulled back, eyes dark.

“Not here,” she whispered. “My place. Now.”

They grabbed their shit and bolted to her apartment, barely keeping their hands off each other. The second the door shut, clothes hit the floor—her top first, then his, her pants, his shorts. Boruto stared, his dick throbbing as he took her in: perky tits, tight stomach, pussy shaved smooth. She was hotter than any hentai he’d ever seen.

Hanabi eyed him back, smirking at his hard cock standing proud. “Not bad, kid.”

They crashed together, skin on skin, mouths locked in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Boruto grabbed her ass, pulling her close, while she wrapped her fingers around his dick, stroking slow and firm. He groaned, hips bucking into her hand.

They stumbled to the bed, falling onto it. Boruto kissed down her neck, her collarbone, until he reached her tits. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, while his hand teased the other. Hanabi arched into him, moaning low. “Goddamn, Boruto, keep going.”

He did, taking his time, kissing lower—her stomach, her hips—until he was between her thighs. Her pussy was wet already, glistening, and he spread her legs wide. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered, then dove in, licking her clit slow and steady.

Hanabi gasped, her hands fisting the sheets. “Oh, shit, right there.”

He ate her out like he’d dreamed of, tongue working her clit, fingers sliding into her tight pussy. She was soaked, and the sounds she made—fuck, they were driving him crazy. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside her, and she started shaking.

“Boruto, I’m—fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she panted, and then she did, hard, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she moaned his name.

She yanked him up, kissing him, tasting herself on his lips. “I need your dick in me. Now.”

He lined up, the head of his cock nudging her entrance. “You sure, Hanabi?”

“Do it,” she said, voice rough with need.

He pushed in slow, her pussy stretching around him, so tight it made him groan. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Harder, Boruto. Fuck me.”

He started thrusting, slow at first, then faster, slamming into her. Her tits bounced with every move, and she clawed at his back, moaning loud. “Yes, fuck, just like that.”

They switched it up—her on top, riding his dick like a pro. Her pussy gripped him tight as she bounced, tits jiggling in his face. He grabbed them, sucking her nipples, and she grinned down at him. “You love this, huh? Fucking your aunt? Bet you’ve jerked off to ‘Boruto X Hanabi Hentai’ thinking about it.”

He flushed, caught. “Yeah, saw it on my laptop, didn’t you?”

“Damn right,” she said, grinding harder. “Naughty little shit.”

They flipped again, doggy style now. He gripped her hips, pounding into her from behind, his balls smacking her clit. She pushed back, ass jiggling, and moaned, “Fuck me like in those ‘Hanabi X Boruto Hentai’ comics. Make it dirty.”

He did, fucking her deep and hard, losing himself in it. His mind flickered to his dad—Naruto, the big hero. What’d he think of this Naruto Hentai-level mess? But Boruto shoved it aside. Hanabi’s pussy felt too good to care.

They went at it for ages—missionary, cowgirl, doggy, standing against the wall—fucking until they were dripping sweat, cumming over and over. Finally, they collapsed, spent, tangled up in each other.

Boruto held her close, chest heaving. “I love you, Hanabi.”

She smiled, kissing him soft. “Love you too, Boruto.”

They drifted off, their secret locked tight, at least for tonight.