It was late when Kankurō returned home.
Closing the door, Kankurō habitually raised his voice, calling out, "I'm home!"
"Shh! Quiet!" A slender, pretty figure flashed out from the living room at the other end of the corridor. It was Kankurō's sister, Temari. Her expression was tense, a long, slender, pale finger pressed to her lips: "Gaara just settled down!"
Gaara was Kankurō's younger brother. Since birth, a powerful Tailed Beast had been sealed within him, making him a prized treasure of Sunagakure. However, this untamed beast kept Gaara from sleeping peacefully, making his temper increasingly volatile.
Kankurō, whose mind had been entirely focused on the newly acquired secret jutsu, was startled back to reality. He quickly pursed his lips and nodded; he, too, was a little afraid of his short-tempered brother.
Temari lowered her hand and stepped forward, helping Kankurō take off the puppet he carried on his back and lean it against the door.
Under the corridor light, Kankurō, who had been completely absorbed in deciphering the Harmony Method, suddenly realized that his sister, at some point, had become a beauty.
Although Temari was known as the "Princess of Sunagakure" in the village, this was the first time he had looked at her from a man's perspective, rather than a brother's.
Under the light, Temari was wearing a tea-brown short robe, and he could faintly smell the scent of soap, indicating she had likely just bathed. Her golden hair was draped behind her head, and her exquisite face was as clear and white as jade. Tracing down from her fair face, her neck was long, and her short robe was cinched with a belt. The neckline was not tightly secured, and her swelling bosom was already far larger than girls her age, causing Kankurō to involuntarily swallow. Further down, her cinched waist curved in, emphasizing her rounded thighs and perky buttocks. The short robe was an old garment she had been too lazy to change for years, its hem barely reaching her upper thighs. Her exposed legs were smooth, delicate, and flawless, and years of training had given her legs taut lines, small knees, graceful calves, and slender ankles. Her tender, bare feet rested on the worn floorboards, shining like warm jade.
Seeing her brother gazing up and down at her without a word, Temari felt a little confused: "What's wrong, Kankurō? Is something amiss?"
"No, no," Kankurō looked up, "Sister, today I went to tidy up the old warehouse in the south, and I discovered a new secret jutsu."
"That's wonderful!" Temari was genuinely happy for her brother.
"But, the secret jutsu has training requirements," Kankurō gritted his teeth, taking a half-step forward and embracing his sister's slightly exposed shoulders.
Although this action was unprecedented, out of trust for her brother, Temari merely recoiled her delicate neck slightly and did not resist. Instead, out of caution for discussing a secret jutsu, she leaned in slightly and lowered her voice: "What kind of requirements?"
"It's about... the matters between men and women!" Kankurō boldly hugged his sister tightly. Her skin felt smooth and tender to the touch, and his lower body gently brushed against Temari's buttocks. An unprecedented wave of desire flooded the young man's heart.
Temari was startled, but in the ninja world, it was not uncommon for siblings of their age to be married with children. Her surprise lay in: "Kankurō! We're siblings!" As she spoke, she tried to push her brother away.
It was Kankurō's first time embracing a woman, and his sister was such a captivating beauty. Driven by audacious desire, he refused to let go of Temari. Ignoring his sister's struggles, he hugged her even tighter, intent on explaining the unique aspects of the Emotion Puppet Jutsu: "This secret jutsu can increase the combat power of both parties. How can such a secret jutsu be leaked? Besides you, Sister, I trust no one else!"
In fact, a practitioner of the Emotion Puppet Jutsu could replicate some of the talents of other participants during cultivation. In terms of ninjas, physical ability, meridians, chakra nature, Kekkei Genkai, and ninjutsu talent could all be replicated. During intercourse, one portion becomes two; this is called "extraction."
As intercourse was nearing its end, the practitioner could control the pregnancy situation and simultaneously select parts of their own root bones to infuse into other participants. After harmonization, the participants' root bones would be strengthened; this is called "supplementation."
The foundation of the Emotion Puppet Jutsu, the Yin-Yang Harmonization Technique, was a shortcut to cultivation.
Of course, Temari did not yet understand these things. She merely began to hesitate based on the simple reason that "secret jutsu cannot be leaked."
Kankurō immediately noticed Temari's resistance soften. He continued to keep his right arm around his sister's soft armpit, while his left hand began to explore inward along the neckline of her short robe. At the same time, he continued to tempt his sister: "If this secret jutsu is successfully cultivated, it will also be a great help to your Wind Release, Sister. Only the two of us will know about the cultivation; no one else will, so it's fine."
"But, we're siblings..." Temari began to feel hot. Her resistance had lost all force; she was also very tempted by a secret jutsu that could enhance her strength.
"It's fine, no one will know, and you can use the secret jutsu without getting pregnant." Kankurō's hand had already captured one of his sister's breasts. Her nipples were still small, but her breasts were already almost too large for one hand to grasp.
"Kankurō..." Temari felt her whole face burning; she could hardly think straight now.
"Sister, let's go inside," Kankurō said with a lewd grin, leading his sister towards the upstairs bedroom while kneading her breast.
Their father and Gaara lived on the first floor, while Temari and Kankurō's rooms were on the second, which now made things convenient for Kankurō.
Temari had laid out the bedding on the tatami earlier in the evening, which now served the siblings well. Kankurō embraced his sister and conveniently fell onto the futon.
Perhaps still hesitant, Temari tried to grab her brother's roving hands that were exploring her body, but Kankurō directly embraced his sister's head, aiming for her full, pink lips and kissing her.
Lips, teeth, pink tongue, fragrant saliva – Temari, too, became aroused, actively pressing her fragrant lips to her brother's mouth. Her tongue extended, rapidly twisting left and right, teasing her brother. Kankurō's hands did not stop. He extended his tongue to suck and engulf his sister's small, fragrant tongue, continuously sucking forcefully. The room filled with the smacking sounds of their lips and tongues intertwining.
"Mmm… mmm…" Temari groaned softly. Her brother's hands were relentlessly causing mischief, and the heat between her thighs caused her to moisten.
Kankurō's hands continued to gently knead his sister's breasts, which molded like dough under his touch. The thick saliva immersed the siblings, and the warm breaths from their noses brushed against each other's faces, making their bodies grow hotter.
Kankurō, lost in the moment, used his rough tongue to toy with his sister's delicate tongue, either making his tongue dart rapidly back and forth, or forcefully sucking in her fragrant saliva, or transferring his own saliva into her mouth. Temari's breathing became more rapid, her jade-like face flushed, almost gasping for air from Kankurō's kisses.
As their lips and teeth intertwined, Temari suddenly straightened her body, letting out a soft moan, followed by a slight tremor. Her shoulders, breasts, and waist had been touched and fondled by her brother, and she had already felt something building up. Now, with their deep embrace and kiss, it was the final charge. Temari experienced her first climax.
After her climax, Temari was completely limp and let down her guard. Kankurō pulled out his rough tongue, bringing with it their mixed, thick saliva, which dropped onto her short robe and vanished instantly, leaving only a faint wet mark on her garment.
Temari gasped continuously, her face flushed and her eyes hazy as she savored the afterglow of her climax.
Kankurō knelt beside her, one hand grasping and rubbing his sister's breast, the other lifting her short robe and pulling down her shorts.
"Sis, you seem wet down there."
The room was unlit, but under the bright moonlight, Temari's vulva had sparse, short hair, her labia majora swelled like buns, and clear fluid was already flowing between her labia.
Kankurō didn't understand these things yet; he simply instinctively lifted Temari's pure white, rounded legs, which were like jade pillars, and leaned his head in. "Sis, let me lick it for you."
Looking up from below, Temari lay on the futon, her legs spread wide and resting on her brother's broad shoulders. Her short robe was open, revealing a rosy nipple from her chest, rising and falling with her breaths. Her cherry-red nipple was already swollen and hard, and her pale orange areola was especially alluring. But her brother was no longer paying attention to this vibrant and beautiful sight.
Kankurō's entire focus was on his sister's flowing vulva. He deftly rolled her short robe up to her flat stomach, his rough fingers caressing the inner side of her upper thighs, where the soft flesh was incredibly elastic, tender, and delicate.
"Mmm..." Temari's body trembled, her cherry lips tightly bitten. "Ah..." She arched her pale neck, her golden hair flowing. Her brother's hot fingers were sliding along the edge of her honey-hole.
"Sis, so much water," Kankurō murmured, playing with his sister's vulva.
"Mmm..." Temari's reply was like a soft moan.
Kankurō's hands clasped his sister's pale, long legs, gazing at the juicy honey-hole. Its two pink lips trembled slightly, glistening, tender, and incredibly alluring. He held the soft flesh at the base of her thigh, gently spread it open, lowered his head, extended his rough tongue, and licked the pink crevice with force, from bottom to top.
"Ah... stop..." Temari, just having climaxed, shivered. With the brush of a rough, hot tongue between her thighs, her honey flowed out incessantly. Kankurō agilely moved his tongue, rubbing the tender flesh, searching for her clitoris. He frowned, trying to precisely locate his sister's most sensitive spot by the sensation of his tongue. His tongue was gently obstructed by a tiny nub, and a joyful expression appeared on Kankurō's face as he sucked forcefully.
"Ah! Kankurō!" Temari's spread legs trembled uncontrollably. "So-soft... soft..." She couldn't help but plead. Gaara was still sleeping downstairs, and she was trying her best to keep her voice down.
But Kankurō's lust was surging, and he naturally ignored his sister's pleas. He swayed his head back and forth, sucking forcefully with his mouth, emitting lewd, juicy sounds. Temari's cherry lips parted and closed, her chest rising and falling dramatically. She instinctively squeezed Kankurō's head with her legs. The night grew increasingly "dark," yet Kankurō continued to gently lick and bite his sister's clitoris, finding it exquisitely tender.
"Ah, Kan...kurō... have... have mercy on me..." Temari's eyes were misty with tears as she continued to beg her brother. Kankurō released her clitoris; his lips and chin were covered in glistening cum. His hot breath heavily hit his sister's honey-hole, making her honeyed lips gently open and close.
"Sis, I'm hard too." Kankurō's dick was about to explode, but he was still teasing his sister.
"Kankurō... brother..." Temari had also read the erotic books sold in the village's bookstore, but she still retained a maiden's shyness and modesty.
"Sis, that's not called brother, that's called a cock." Kankurō pulled down his pants, one hand still caressing his sister's leg.
"Cock..." Temari was a little flustered.
"Do you want a cock?" Kankurō, completely undressed, stood up, his reddish-purple cock proudly erect before his sister's pretty face.
"Yes..." Temari began to move towards the cock, her delicate hand grasping the shaft and slowly stroking it. She raised her head and began to kiss and lick the slightly fishy but strangely alluring cock on her brother's body.
Seeing his usually serene and dignified sister instinctively sucking his cock, Kankurō felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment. As the pleasure accumulated, the young man's desire surged. He stood beside his sister, holding her head tightly, his fingers deeply intertwined in her golden hair.
His crotch was encased in a warm, moist cavity. His glans was being swept by his sister's nimble, wet, soft tongue. Her hot, moist saliva enveloped his entire dick. Kankurō gasped, the sound of his sharp intake of breath clearly audible in the increasingly quiet bedroom.
The "slurp, slurp" of sucking entered his ears. Temari enthusiastically swallowed and spit, her head moving back and forth, her cherry lips covered in saliva. On the other side, her hand reached down, her fingers clumsily kneading her own honey-lips; she was aroused again.
His cock was harshly rubbed by his sister's soft, fragrant tongue, and Kankurō became increasingly impatient with pleasure. He thrust forward abruptly, and his muscular lower abdomen hit his sister's delicate face with a "smack." His dick completely submerged into his sister's fragrant mouth.
Temari let out a muffled "hmm," her starry eyes rolling back. Her raised heels trembled slightly. Her throat was inserted by the thick member, making her feel as if she was choked by a fishbone, extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to spit it out, straining to arch her head back and raising her hand to push her brother's legs away.
Kankurō, however, was at the peak of ecstasy, and would not allow his sister to escape. He hunched over and reached out, pressing down on his sister's head, rendering her unable to move. His intoxicated expression conveyed indescribable comfort. Kankurō began to thrust his strong waist, his cock withdrawing halfway, the base of his purple shaft covered in his sister's fragrant saliva, and then suddenly plunged back in.
A crisp "smack" echoed in the quiet bedroom.
Temari's pretty face crashed hard into her brother's lower abdomen again, her delicate nose hurting a bit from the impact. Her expression was slightly contorted, but her golden hair was firmly held by her brother's large hand, and the cock in her mouth began to pump again.
Kankurō had cast aside any thought of cultivation, only focusing on frantically thrusting his waist, rubbing his swollen glans against his sister's fragrant tongue, making squelching sounds.
Temari's beautiful eyes rolled back, and the intense thrusting caused her mouth to continuously secrete saliva, which flowed from the corners of her lips, down her delicate chin, and stained her perky, bouncing breasts with glistening wetness. Her fragrant cheeks were highly puffed, and her cherry-like mouth was stretched wide open by her brother's huge cock, her light pink lips tightly pressed against the purplish shaft.
Kankurō lowered his head, watching his sister's pretty face distort from the cocking, her small mouth like a protruding cylinder. Her originally exquisite and beautiful face was now made so lewd by him. At this moment, he came back to his senses, quickly pulled out his cock, bringing out long strings of glistening fluid. The shiny cum connected Temari's slightly swollen cherry lips to his large glans.
"Sis, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back." Kankurō released his hands, and Temari, thoroughly tormented by her brother, slumped into the soft futon.
But Kankurō was not satisfied. He sat beside his sister, letting her naked, soft, and powerless body straddle his thighs. Her warm thighs pressed down on his erect cock, and her rounded, perky buttocks "massaged" and squeezed his member. The formerly dignified Princess of Sunagakure was now at his mercy.
Temari wrapped her arms around her brother's shoulders, resting her head on his shoulder. Kankurō played with his sister's snow-white breasts, which were slippery and soft. His two fingers squeezed her rosy nipples, and his lower member pulsed with his heartbeat, repeatedly emphasizing the softness and elasticity of his sister's buttocks. He wanted to go further.
Kankurō, with one hand supporting his sister's back and the other cradling her buttocks, rubbed his erect cock back and forth against his sister's soft buttocks, searching for that warm destination. Temari was already too weak to resist and could only let him do as he pleased.
"Hmm..." The pressure above his glans lessened slightly, and he felt a surrounding embrace.
Kankurō released his hand supporting his sister, aimed his purplish glans at the slippery, tight honey-hole, and thrust with his waist. On this quiet night, the Kazekage's children finally broke the boundaries of being siblings.
Temari's cherry lips trembled, and her spread legs quivered. For a moment, she couldn't speak, only feeling her brother's hot lower abdomen pressed against her.
Kankurō inserted himself in one thrust, experiencing this unprecedented tenderness and softness, and did not move, wanting to let his sister catch her breath.
"You... you were too rough, Kankurō," Temari complained softly.
"Mhm, sis, I won't be like that next time." Kankurō grasped his sister's buttocks with both hands, slowly beginning to thrust.
"Mmm..." Temari felt a rush of pleasure from the soles of her feet, and couldn't help but moan. Mindful of Gaara downstairs, she still tried her best to hold back.
Perhaps the position made it difficult to exert force, so Kankurō set his sister down and climbed onto her.
"Slap, slap, slap," loud sounds of flesh colliding echoed. Kankurō wanted his sister to share his pleasure, and his movements became larger and larger. His rough shaft rubbed against his sister's honey-lips, and cum continuously flowed out. With each thrust, a considerable amount of cum splattered out, dripping onto the tatami mats, silently wetting them.
During the change of positions, Kankurō reactivated the Emotion Puppet Jutsu. He continuously pounded, performing the same monotonous actions, instinctively craving this ancient pleasure.
"Oh... I'm cumming..." Climax arrived. Kankurō hugged his sister tightly, letting her long, toned legs wrap around his waist. His cock pressed deep into his sister's honey-hole, ejaculating copious amounts of cloudy semen. From her swollen honey-hole, excess semen flowed out, mixing with her own fluids, leaving large stains on the futon.
After the frenzy, Kankurō noticed some changes in his body. His meridians had widened, and the quantity and quality of his chakra had improved. The Wind Release ninjutsu he had learned before now seemed incredibly simple, making him wonder why he hadn't understood even those basic methods previously.
Kankurō opened the bedroom window, formed hand signs, and soon a wind blade shot out, disappearing into the vast night.
"Sis, I can use Wind Release!" Kankurō was naked, still covered in various wet marks, but his joy was entirely from his increased power, without a trace of lewdness.
"That... that's good..." Temari still lay on the futon, weakly gasping. Her high bosom and flat stomach were covered with the imprints of her brother's frenzy. The area around her honey-hole and even her thighs were a mess, yet they radiated boundless spring.
This night was the transformation of a young man and woman, and also the transformation of the ninja world.