Why you?Although the Hokage had accepted you into the village, he is still the Hokage, he is a very busy man. But he was the only father figure you ha... ever known. The only person to treat you as a human. It was by his order that you had been given the chance to go to the ninja academy.Today is the day, the day you attend the academy for the first time."Great, here we go..." you sigh.Looking in the mirror you see the numerous scars all over your body from years of surviving in the wilderness.. I carried the tray with the plates and silverware on it.After we had finished eating Dad stayed inside and the conversation became squeaky clean.That evening Mom started acting weird around me again. The women kept Dad fairly busy by constantly asking him to fill their wineglasses for them. Whenever Dad would leave the room to get the women more wine to drink, Mom would squirm around in her seat and flash me her panties. I smiled at how wet the crotch of her panties had become.At the end of the. She ordered me to lick her anus and the crevice of her butt, "Cos," as she muttered, "I'm sweaty under there." It was another distasteful act I wanted to refuse. I felt disgusted, ashamed and so humiliated as I tongued her anus and the dark valley separating her black, ebony cheeks.When all was done we stepped back into the sitting room. Angela was was just waking: "Oh...ah...Where've you been?" she asked lazily. "The bathroom," replied Tanya. "Oh...and did you?" asked Angela with a knowing. “Sure as long as you brew the next pot, and put it in the aging jar,” I said. The aging jar was actually an iced tea pitcher with an ‘x’ on the outside. The ‘x’ was made of red duct tape. Like everything in my life the coffee ritual was complicated. I brewed the coffee one day, then poured the whole pot into the brewing pitcher. The brewing pitcher lid was self sealing. The thing let me have day old coffee first thing the next morning.“Sure, I remember how to do it,” she informed me. “You are.