Every morning brought a new temptation especially when Boruto’s breakfast included unexpected guests like his mother Hinata and aunt Hanabi. He couldn’t help but notice the way Hinata’s body moved as she poured juice a sight that made his young heart race. 
Meanwhile Hanabi leaning over to grab a pastry offered a glimpse that made Boruto’s imagination run wild her tight outfit accentuating her every curve. 
The scent of fresh coffee mingled with something else something arousing that seemed to emanate from his seductive aunt. 
Boruto tried to focus on his meal but his gaze kept drifting to Hinata her hips swaying as she walked by. 
A playful smirk from Hanabi caught his eye a silent invitation to a game he was too young to understand but too curious to ignore. 
He imagined the feel of her curves against him a fantasy that left him breathless. 
Hinata sensing the shift in the room glanced at Boruto her own expression a mix of concern and something deeper. 
Hanabi then made a bold move reaching out to grab Boruto’s ass a clear signal that the morning was about to get much more interesting. 
Boruto’s face flushed as Hinata watched the scene unfold a silent question in her eyes. 
Hanabi’s touch lingered a promise of forbidden pleasures dancing in Boruto’s mind. 
The unspoken desires in the room were thick almost palpable as Boruto’s breakfast turned into something far more intense. 
