nabiki@ibm.net (Tendo Nabiki) This is a "lemon". However, it is not as crude as other "lemons" I have seen. I've made this very mild in comparison. Still, it is not for those who are offended by frank descriptions of sex. If I have not lost you yet, I humbly request the pleasure of your attention for the remainder of this story. Thank you. ---------------------------------------------------------- Nabiki frowned. She watched Ranma sipping his tea mechanically and trying to smile at the good-natured teasing he was receiving. He wasn't doing very well. More often than not, a somewhat frightened, uncomprehending expression flitted across his face. Akane was no better. Even though she was sitting next to Ranma, she looked everywhere but in his direction. Her smile was wide but, to Nabiki's eyes, slightly crazed. Nabiki's gaze turned to the three parents who were talking excitedly with each other. They were all so animated. That this event was for their benefit more than anyone else's was obvious. Nabiki shook her head in admiration. Somehow an idiot, a wimp, and an obsessive-compulsive had somehow banded together to get two of the most stubborn people she knew to agree to something they were violently opposed to. They reason they had succeeded, of course, was because Ranma and Akane actually didn't mind so much. They just hated to be pushed into anything. Souun finally sat back and said, "Well, off to bed with you now, Akane. Tomorrow's a big day." "Yes," Nodoka said with a big smile. "I'll come with you and we can spend a little while talking about what to expect." Akane blushed a little. Nabiki was certain that Nodoka's true interest was to protect Akane's virtue for one final night. She still thought of Ranma as being "manly", with the implication that he would pounce on any woman who so much as smiled at him. It only showed how little Nodoka knew about her son. Akane nodded. She rose, looked around, and followed Nodoka out of the room. "Ah, boy," Genma proclaimed. "You are such a man. We need to celebrate." Ranma looked disgusted. "No thanks. I, uh, think I'll go to bed, too." With that he stood up and walked out of the room. , Nabiki thought to herself. She stretched. "I'm tired, too. Gonna go to bed, Kasumi?" Kasumi smiled. "I think I'll clean up first. Oh, Nabiki, isn't this so exciting?" Nabiki smiled back. "Yes, very." Kasumi picked up the remains of the tea she had served and left the dining room. Nabiki yawned elaborately and looked at Souun. "Now remember, Daddy, watch over the special sake I bought." Genma's eyes lit up. "Sake?" "Yes, in the dojo. We have plenty for everyone. We don't want anything bad to happen to it, do we?" Souun shook his head violently and said, "No, we don't." "Good. G'night." She turned and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. She turned on the lights, changed, turned off the lights, and waited. Soon she heard Kasumi come up the stairs and enter her bedroom. She leaned out the window to see the light in Kasumi's bedroom go on. It stayed on for a while, then shut off. The light in Akane's room was off as well. Almost as soon as the light had dimmed, Nabiki could make out two shapes making their way to the dojo. She supposed, in an almost adolescent sort of way, that they were being sneaky and mysterious. She saw them enter the dojo. Flashlight played around the interior of the dojo, as she could see through the still-open door. Soon the flashlights found what they were looking for. The lights were propped up on something. Nabiki knew that if she was close enough she would hear the sound of a cask being opened. She quietly opened her door. She tiptoed down the hallway, down the stairs, and down another hallway. She paused one last time in front of a door, checked herself to see that all was well, and slid it open. Ranma was lying on his mat and staring at the darkened ceiling, just as she knew he would be. He looked over at her in surprise. "Nabiki?" "Quiet," she ordered. She slid the door shut behind her and walked over to kneel facing him. She couldn't see his face in the darkness, but he sounded very puzzled. "What's up?" "I just wanted to congratulate you. After all this time, you finally get to marry Akane." "Oh. Well, I guess I should thank you for forgiving me all my debts." She shrugged, wondering if he could see. Her eyes were beginning to adjust enough to make out his shape. "How are you feeling?" "I don't know," Ranma said uncertainly. "I feel like there's a kind of pressure." "Understandable. After all, you guys have been fighting almost constantly for two years. Feels strange to turn that into love all of a sudden, doesn't it?" "Yeah," he said with a kind of stunned wonderment. "That's it exactly." "Poor Ranma," she said soothingly. She reached out and stroked his hair. "It'll be okay." "Uh, yeah. Thanks." Nabiki reached over to feel his shoulders. They were as hard as a rock. "You're so tense. You should be more relaxed. Turn over." "What are you going to do?" "Relax you," she said reassuringly. Ranma slowly turned over so that he was lying on his stomach. Nabiki straddled him, sitting on his rear. She shushed his protests and began to knead his shoulders. She'd had some practice at this. She'd learned a few things from her father, and soon Ranma's shoulders began to loosen up. "Very good," she said teasingly. "You're going to need to be as relaxed as possible tomorrow or you won't enjoy it." He said nothing, but she heard a small sigh of partly contentment and partly apprehension. She moved her hands down his back. She lifted up his tank top so that she could put her hands on his muscles. Again she shushed the beginnings of a protest from him. She attacked each muscle group, and each one yielded to her ministrations. she thought. After a long while, she leaned forward and lay on top of him. She pressed her chest against his back ever so slightly as she put her lips next to his ear. "Did that feel good, Ranma?" He nodded. "Good. I want you to feel good, Ranma. Tonight, you deserve to feel however you want to. Your last night as a single man." As she spoke, she reached down to loosen the straps of the bathrobe she was wearing. Ranma turned his head. By coincidence, his lips were very close to hers as he spoke. "My last night. I never thought of that." "Don't do too much thinking," she breathed. "It'll just make you feel bad. Just relax." "I'm relaxed," he said defensively. They stayed that way for long seconds. Nabiki wondered if he would be able to hold out. She made her breathing a little heavier, as if she were under a strain. She heard his breathing match hers. He moved his head forward a little bit, just enough so that his lips barely brushed hers. That was the signal she was looking for. She pushed her lips into his. He kissed her close-mouthed for a moment, then opened his mouth and began to kiss her ferociously. Nabiki matched him. He turned on his side and Nabiki slid off of him to lie beside him. As she did, her robe fell partly open. She wondered how long it would take him to notice that. To give him a hint, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, so that her breast pressed against his chest. Even then, it took him a little while to figure it out. Suddenly he went rigid and pushed her away. "Nabiki! What are you doing?" She laughed. "What am _I_ doing? I think I'm just participating in something we _both_ were doing." She leaned in towards him. He leaned back. "Now, Ranma, you're still a virgin, right?" "Yes. No! I mean, Nabiki..." He didn't know what to say. "Now Ranma, how do you want your wedding night to go? Do you want Akane not to be fulfilled her first time?" She leaned forward again, pressing her breasts against his chest. This time he didn't move away. "Practice, that's all this is. Once you know what you're doing, you'll be able to please Akane no end. That's what you want, right?" She couldn't quite make out his face in the darkness, but she was sure he looked confused. Not giving him time to think it through, she took one of his hand, leaned back a little bit, and put it on her breast. "Besides, I'm willing. And you do need to relax." She leaned up and kissed him again. At first he was rigid. She forced her tongue into his mouth and began to play with his. Finally, he began kissing her back, giving her breast an experimental squeeze. She sighed in pretended pleasure and began to kiss him more ferociously. He kissed her for a while, continuing to squeeze her breast. He didn't seem to know what else to do. She broke off the kiss and began kissing his cheeks and eyebrows. He had to lower his head to accommodate her, and she pushed it down to give him a hint. He began kissing her neck. She lifted her chin, encouraging him to move further down. He began tentatively kissing her breast. He was shaking as he did so, overwhelmed with what was happening. She smiled at the ceiling, knowing that he had lost most of his reasoning ability by this point. He kissed her nipple and sucked on it. He wasn't very good at it, but she groaned softly anyway. She could make a little noise; her sisters and Nodoka were upstairs and Genma and Souun were in the dojo getting drunk. This went on for a while. He kissed her breast, then moved up to kiss her on the lips. She took the opportunity to remove his tanktop, and he cooperated. Her robe was completely open, becoming nothing more than another sheet she was lying on, except for her arms. Ranma moved back down to her breasts. She let him kiss her for a while there. He began moving south, down her stomach. Nabiki knew he wasn't nearly ready to try anything with his mouth down there. She reached down, put her hands under his chin, and lifted his head back up to hers. They began kissing again. She moved her hands down his hard body to his shorts. She put her fingers under the band and began to pull it down. Ranma stopped kissing her, but she made an irritated sound and began kissing him with greater ferocity. He began kissing her again, and made no further objection as she removed his shorts. After she had done so, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him up so that they separated. He put his hands on either side of her head and held himself over her. She quickly took her arms out of the robe so that she was as naked as he was. She still couldn't make out his face very well, but she thought she could see lust radiating from him. She smiled at him, spread her legs slightly, then reached down and grabbed his penis. She was slightly disappointed to find it of only average size. She gently guided it to her cleft. Ranma thrust once, hard. Nabiki grunted. "Stop!" He stopped. She waited a moment. She then moved her hips back a little. He thrust again eagerly. "Stop!" He stopped again, and she could hear the raggedness of his breathing. "Slowly. Once, do it once." He moved in and out, once. He made a strange sound of pleasure as he did so. "Good. Now again." This time as he moved, she moved with him. The groan grew louder, and she could feel him begin to convulse. "Not yet!" She squeezed him, hard. She arched her back, reached down with one of her hands, and pressed hard at the base of his penis just in front of his anus. He cried out in pain, and he didn't come. She nodded. "Good. I thought a martial artist would have better control." She waited for him to recover. "Okay, again." He moved once, and she moved with him. "Good. Again." They repeated the cycle. "Good. Keep it going, slowly." He continued to move as she directed, and she kept up the rhythm, judging the progress of his desire. She was ready for him just as he began to speed up slightly. "No!" She locked her legs around him, holding him in place, and reached down to press the spot again as hard as she could. He gasped and shuddered, but still didn't come. "Ah, how can Akane get her pleasure if you succumb so easily, Ranma?" she cooed. "Again." He began thrusting slowly, and she could see him struggling to control himself. She felt his movements, continuing to gauge how far gone he was. Twice more she had to cry out "No!" and subdue him. By now he was almost mad with frustrated lust. She let him continue to move inside of her. She felt the frequency of his thrusts increase, and this time she didn't stop him. "Ah, Ranma," she said as he moved in and out, lost in his pleasure, "I didn't want you to be out of my debt. Daddy made me, as a wedding gift. But you owed me a lot of money. I never forgive a debt." "Still," she sighed as he began to lose control, "I must be the dutiful daughter. You will never have to pay me money again. But you're too useful to me to simply let you go. You will continue to do as I say, if you ever want to feel like this again." She timed it perfectly. As she finished speaking he gasped and went rigid. She felt him pulsating for long seconds - it had to be an orgasm of epic proportions. Finally he collapsed on top of her. She laughed and stroked his head again. "That felt very good, didn't it? Don't forget, I can make you feel that way anytime you want to. As long as you meet my price." He didn't respond. After a while she slid out from underneath him. She put on her robe, which fortunately had been pushed aside. She left him to deal with the mess. She walked to the door, smiling as she did so. "Nabiki?" He sounded scared. She turned back to face him. "Yes?" "You really won't make me do that again, will you?" She chuckled. "Well, the next time you're willing, I'll teach you a few more things. Things you can do to Akane. This time was for you, Ranma. Next time, we'll play more of a duet." "I can't. I won't. I'll turn myself into a girl every time I see you if I have to." She laughed loudly. "Oh? Now that would be a challenge. What better way to teach you how to make a woman feel good than to have you experience it yourself, eh, Ranma? I never thought of that. I'll incorporate it into our lessons. There are some implements I'll need to buy, first." She saw him shudder. "I won't. I'll be faithful." She smiled at him. she thought. Ranma didn't know it just yet, but he was, now and forever, under Nabiki's power. "Have a good wedding, Ranma," she called softly. "You'll be thinking of me tomorrow night. Call on me anytime. I'll be waiting and ready." Ranma grunted. It sounded suspiciously like a sob. Nabiki blew a kiss, turned and ran up the stairs, looking forward to her sister's marriage. ---------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading this far. I look forward to any comments you wish to send me. Always your, Nabiki Tendo