THREE SISTERS' TAILS Part 1: The Bitch, the Slut and the Lesbian. Written by Kanomi http://www.ikkoku-kan.cx/~kanomi/ --------------- This is a work of fan-fiction. As such it is a literary work (not much of one, but still) based on the characters and situations of the series Ranma 1/2, by Rumiko Takahashi. This is more precisely a lemon fanfic. This means sex. Very graphic sex in this case. And lots of it. If this turns you off, please do not read any further. All C&C, praises and flames are welcome. --------------- "What are you doing, Ranma-kun?" The question struck Ranma like one of Akane's orbital punches. He whirled about, his surprise seeming to climb right on top of his embarrassment at being caught red-handed while rooting through someone else's things. In his hurried about-face, he almost hit his head against Nabiki's. He managed not to, but the result was that he caught her, both of them falling with him landing on top of her on her bed, their limbs tangled. Nabiki had the wind knocked out of her, but nothing more. Catching her breath, and her wits, she considered the situation. The first thing she noted was that Ranma was simply rigid with panic, unable to move off by himself. Further thoughs occured to Nabiki. One of that was, that he wasn't rigid quite all over. A mischievous grin appeared on her lips as she brought her thigh up and pressed it right at Ranma's crotch with an added grinding motion. Well, he hadn't been yet but he sure was getting there *now*. And the look on his face was priceless. Almost. In Nabiki's experience, nothing was ever quite priceless. And sometimes you just had to buy yourself some tasty treat just to know how rich you are. That's when Akane started calling out for Ranma. His head snapped to the side to stare at the door, and his expression became even more that of mortified terror. Somehow, Nabiki didn't like the idea of Akane finding a hard-on ridden Ranma stumbling out of her room, so she decided to consolidate her position somewhat. Placing her hands on each side of his face, she wrenched it back around to look down at her and, taking ahold of his ears, she yanked him down, leaning up to meet halfway to kiss him full on the mouth. She was quite proud of the way she was able to tickle his tonsils with her tongue. When she had him properly paralyzed, stuck in all the contradicting emotions raging in him, she slowly pushed him off of herself, rolling him onto his back. She shook her head and then fingered aside a stray strand of hair from her brow as she contemplated the sight he made. "My, my, my, Saotome. Who would have thought your name was so well chosen," she whispered, reaching down to grab the tent his huge erection formed in his slacks. When he made as if to sputter something or other with his usual stupid look, she stopped him with a finger on his lips, eyeing meaningfully at the door. She whispered very low, "Do you *really* want me to have to tell Akane I caught you trying to steal my panties?" For a moment, indignation got the better of him, although he still had the brains to keep from yelling. "I'm... I wasn't... Who do you think I am? Happousai!?" he asked her. She grinned and gave a harder tug at the rigid shaft she was holding through his pants. "The prosecution would like to submit exhibit one as evidence," she whispered back. He got the meaning and shut up. Now she let her fingertip brush down from his chin, softly caressing his throat while she kept massaging his rock-hard manhood through his clothes. She then let go of him and, using both hands, smoothly stroked them over his body, from his stomach to his shoulders. Her thumbs caught at his shirt and pulled it up, exposing that finely sculpted chest of his. When she was done, she bent down above him so that she could kiss at his flat belly, her breath tickling his bare skin while she deftly undid the string tying his pants up. His pants yanked down as well as his boxers, he squirmed as she kissed up to his pectorals and licked at his nipples, teasing him, feeling his erection literally pulse against her hip in its newfound freedom. Nabiki decided that this was fun. And he was quite a piece of manhood. Nice body, she meant. Oh, and *that* as well. Rather larger than she'd expected, too. Nabiki wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and with the grin of the cat who ate the canary (you know the one), she started pumping it. She dabbed her tongue at his nipples again, lips leaping from one side of his chest to the other. With a deep, hoarse groan of pleasure, Ranma exploded stickily in her hand. Nabiki looked down disgustedly at her hand covered with his spunk and shook her head. "Saotome, you really are a wimp." "Speaking of which," she continued, while claiming some tissues from a box on her nightstand, "what were you doing in my room?" The (for the first time in his life) sexually-sated Ranma groaned and nervously said, "Ah-ah-ah... Well you know, I had an idea... I thought, I could... Like, I could sell pictures to make some money." Nabiki arched a brow. "My pictures, Saotome?" "Of me! And you never paid *me* for them," he hurried to reply. "Well, well, well... Getting some business sense, I guess. Pretty late, but.. better late than never. Slow witted, quick with the trigger, huh?" It took a moment for her meaning to sink in. She was ridiculing his manhood! He'd show her! He started by trying to kiss her, but she pushed him back and straddled him, wriggling her panty-clad tush against his sticky member, settling herself against him. Unzipping and then throwing away her mini-skirt, she began dragging her trim little rear end back and forth, stroking and massaging the hot, stiffening flesh of his erection. Soon, he was fully hard again, one of the wonders of adolescence. At last, Nabiki wriggled out of her now sodden panties, giving Ranma a tempting view as she lifted her rear to push them down and slide them off her legs. Long legs. Shapely legs. They caught Ranma's attention, and he ran his hands along them, caressing her, until they came to her hips. When he tried to tug her down to his needy organ, though, she grinned again and pushed him back down. She straightened and then straddled his face, pushing herself against him with a soft whisper, "Eat me, Saotome, and if you do a good enough job, we'll see about you getting another turn. But right now you already owe me one." He was no expert, but before long, she was squirming, riding his tongue as he clumsily stroked it up and down along the slit of her sex, thankfully using a lot of saliva. It was pleasing, although most of her arousal was coming from the way she was grinding herself against his face, her juices smearing against his chin and nose. Gripping both of her hands into his black hair, she started bucking against him, moaning through clenched teeth. He, at least, didn't shirk from his job, lapping and sucking at her until, with a stiffening of her whole body, she came with a sigh and a shiver. She then settled down heavily on him, almost suffocating him. When she slid off him and smiled languorously, stretching, he was looking at her with pleading eyes. One couldn't miss the way his erection throbbed. He was really hers now. She savored the power a moment. "Well, Saotome, I came, so I guess that was good enough... Turnabout is only fair, I guess. Come here," she told him, as he flashed her an eager and grateful smile. When she bent over his lap, he groaned, already excited. When she brushed her lips over the searingly hot bulk of his member, he started shaking, his hips rising, until she pushed him down to keep him still. Then she started to lap at him with a deft, swirling tongue, before she slowly and deliberately swallowed him, her lips closing around the taut muscle. His tension rose a few more notches when she began bobbing her head above his lap, pumping him in and out of the warm, wet caress of her mouth. Within moments of this treatment, it was over, and he painted her palate with thick white sticky cream. As she drew back, she shook her head. "Still as fast as ever, eh, Saotome?" she asked, snidely. But then she took hold of him and stroked him and he had no defense against that; his protests dying on his lips, quickly forgotten. Ranma had no staying power, but he was already getting it up again. Probably comes from being both an adolescent and having such incredible physical stamina, she reasoned, as she saw him rise again in her hand. This time, she decided to do away with the subtleties and slipped up on top of him. Holding him in one hand, she rubbed his still sticky rod against her sex, rubbing its swollen, blunt tip against her lips, letting it spread them while she stared into his eyes the whole time. When she pushed herself down, opening herself on his hard shaft, she moaned, eyes half-lidded, but still locked into his as she sunk down on him to the root. "Oh yeah. Good... good... now... Saotome," she instructed, her voice carrying a hint of the tremor that shook her, "move up and down a bit... there... like that... Aahh... Isn't that good?" Ranma nodded and concentrated on pushing his hips up, slowly at first, then with more and more ease, feeling the hot snugly hold of her all around him, sliding with a moist suction that made him tremble in weakness. It felt so incredibly good. "Nnn.. So tight. Soooo good, Nabiki..." he whimpered, as he pumped slightly faster still, making her move up and down on top of him now. Suddenly, she let go of him, straightening atop him, still riding up and down his shaft as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. Firm breasts clad in a little frilly white bra jiggled with the rhythm of their coupling, offering an exciting view to the boy. Still bouncing on top of him, Nabiki undid her bra, just enough so she could push the cups out of the way to fondle and play with her breasts, often pinching her nipples. Soon, she was taking off, slapping down against him harder, faster. His pace hastened accordingly, following her then getting ahead, as he finally spilt himself into her. She continued to drive down against him even as he was coming, until she too gasped, her inner muscles squeezing tight around him as she joined him. --- Once she'd kicked him out of her room, making sure he was presentable (she'd even combed his hair), she lay back in her bed with a deep sigh. She looked up at the ceiling, her legs dangling from the bed, her arms opened. And wondering what the heck had made her do that. "Okay, so I was bored. Sue me," she said out loud, staring at the ceiling. But it *had* been a kick to see him squirming for her approval. Oh well, hopefully, she wouldn't regret this *too* much. Nabiki Tendo wasn't one for regrets, only profits. ----------- Sitting down at breakfast, Ranma couldn't help stealing glances at Nabiki. Everything had changed last night. How could anything be the same ever again? He wasn't a virgin anymore. Then he set to eating. Now, food was always the same. And he was still Ranma Saotome. Within moments he was fighting with his father over food, chopsticks creating a staccato background noise while everyone enjoyed breakfast. That is, until he felt something push up along his leg. Looking up, he saw that Nabiki was stretching with her legs under the table. She had her foot against his leg and was dragging it up until it was pressing firmly against his crotch. By now, an erection had already sprung up, and when she started rubbing her naked foot against him, he got all the harder, throbbing already. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm down. He realized, through a haze, that all his food was gone. His father had stolen it all. That didn't matter anymore. He had to concentrate on not moving, not call attention to the foot that was dragging against his hard on, massaging him and drawing him closer, and closer... *NNNNN*. Ranma looked down sadly at the dampening dark spot on the crotch of his pants, as Nabiki's foot retracted. His face felt all hot. How would he get up now? Then he noticed everyone was looking at Nabiki. She'd said something and now had everyone's attention. A slight nod his way told him. He silently thanked her and cursed her, fleeing the room as fast as he could. ----------- Noiko had had a job as sales clerk for about six months here. The store was a popular one with adolescent and had all the newest styles and big names. She was getting bored, though, the job certainly offered no challenges, and after a while, a customer could as well replace any other customer. She'd seen them all, it seemed. She didn't exactly notice when the two, a couple, came in, only to note that while the girl looked nothing out of the ordinary for the clientele of this store, the boy's clothes were certainly not purchased in here. They did not sell Chinese shirts and pants. And his shoes were ratty to say the least. The couple browsed through a jacket section, under Noiko's indifferent eye. Then Noiko had to deal with an irate client who was trying to return some shoes because he had broken the soles. Stupid, stupid customers. When she had gotten the matters resolved to her satisfaction - in this case getting her manager to deal with it - she returned to scanning the store in a bored manner. Now, where had those two gotten? Hmm? Ah, those coats over there were moving, they were probably in the corner and looking through the sports coats there. Not that it would go with the style that boy had going. A few minutes later, she noticed the coats still being jostled and decided to take a peek at the surveillance camera that was positioned at the other end of that row. Switching to the correct camera, she peered at the screen. The picture was far from perfect, but they weren't fooling with the clothes. Hmm. Gee, that looked like they were fooling with each other. Not the first couple to make out... Oh... His pants were at his feet. Noiko bent closer to the hazy black and white picture to try to make out what they were doing. She wasn't so bored anymore. Let us look at the chain of thoughts that went through her mind for the next few moments. "What a strong girl, she's holding on to him with just her legs.. And his hands are on the wall to prop himself... What vigorous thrusts he makes, she's literally bouncing on top of him. Aha, her hands are under her blouse and she's playing with her tits. Mmmm. They certainly seem to be having a lot of fun." Noiko then waved at a customer to wait a moment, she was busy. The girl had now hopped off the boy, and Noiko's eyes crossed a bit as she stared at the size of him. Finally, she wrenched her gaze from the screen with some regret, as the customer was getting so noisy it was threatening to bring her manager out. When she could finally return to her voyeurism, the girl had again climbed onto the boy.. But this time facing away from him, one hand reaching back to grip into his shoulder as he slammed into her from behind, shaking her whole body. They were in the final moments, hurriedly dashing to the finish. She glanced up, the racks of coats were now on the brink of falling down, they were shaking so much. Then the boy slammed one last time against her, and they stood like that, in a display of uncommon strength, trembling a bit, before they relaxed, together. She mentally reviewed their athletic performances admiratively as she watched them getting their clothes in order. They had impressed her with their strength and agility. They didn't make any purchase that day, and went home. The boy looked really flustered when he met Noiko's insistent gaze. The girl, on the other hand, had a new spring to her gait. Noiko, squirming a bit on her seat, found herself hoping they'd come back soon. ------------ Ranma was getting desperate. He'd gotten laid for a full week, 7 days in a row, by Nabiki, but for the last few days it was nothing doing. She wasn't interested. Since that first time, he'd been a bundle of raging hormones. He *needed* it, and needed it bad. He was getting hard-ons at the most inopportune times, like in miss Hinako's class... He didn't want to, but damn, she'd suddenly drain some kid, and she would be that incredibly sexy woman again, and he'd remember how he'd had to grope a few times around her chest when he was trying to rid her of her draining powers... Those were so big, soft and yet firm... Nononono! He was getting there again, feeling a stirring down there! He needed to find someone. Akane? After all, she *was* his fiancée. Yeah right. She'd just punt him into orbit. Around another planet, most probably. The thought came unbidden. Kasumi? 'Huh? Oh man, how can I think like that about kind, sweet Kasumi. I mean, sure she's pretty. And older. And she's got much bigger gazongas than Nabiki. I never saw her wear anything revealing. I wonder what kind of ass she's got? *Man!* there I go again!' Ranma stopped himself, looking down at the developing erection tenting his pants. That decided Ranma. He needed to do something about this. Needed some advice. He certainly couldn't think of Kasumi that way! But she was also the closest thing he could come to some adult advice. His parents were completely out of the question. "And maybe she can tell me why Nabiki dumped me too?" Ranma thought as he went into the house. --- "Ah. Hello, Kasumi-chan. I.. huh, there's something... Well.." gibbered Ranma-kun. Kasumi smiled at him sweetly, and he seemed to get new strength. "Well, I was wondering if... If you could, huh, I mean, could you... I need... Well, you're like a big sister to me, you know? And I can't depend on pops and my mom..." "Oh my, Ranma-kun," said Kasumi, "are you in need of help?" Ranma realized he was staring at Kasumi's chest. He shook his head, cursing himself, his weakness. "Huh? No! Well, maybe. Kinda. I mean, Nabiki and me, we kinda... ARGH! Me and Nabiki..." "You found out you weren't very compatible with Nabiki in bed, didn't you?" she asked, still that caring, sweet Kasumi, concerned for his well-being. "Ah ah... How'd you... *ulp* How'd you find out?" he asked, getting nervous again. But Kasumi put a hand on his, and he calmed down. She was so nice to him. "You learn a lot of things while doing the laundry, if you know what to look for." He nodded, never having realized that the bed sheets he and Nabiki had soiled nightly would be big clue as to their activities. Kasumi smiled gently and said, "She got bored with you, would be my guess." Now, it was a much sadder nod that answered her. He blushed scarlet as he tried to formulate his next question. "See.. Huh, me and Nabiki we.. Had sex. A lot of it. It was.. Very good," he said, then added, "Well not for me I guess. And now...", he trailed, and swallowed, then nodded to himself, forcing out the last bit, "Now I get.. Urges, you know?" Kasumi nodded, then asked softly, "Like right now?", her gaze pointedly shifted downward before coming back to his face. He swallowed again, this time audibly. The nodded with a meekness that was very unlike him. "Poor Ranma-kun," she said, gently squeezing his hand. Then the added, "Well, first things first. I think we need to take care of your little problem. Please, come with me Ranma-kun. And don't be afraid." There was a knot caught in Ranma's throat, but when she got up and took his hand in hers to guide him to her room, he followed, half dreading and half hopeful. --- After locking the door behind them, Kasumi made him sit at the edge of her bed, and made sure he was comfortable. She then stood a few paces away, looking at him with a smoldering gaze that held his. Reaching behind her neck, she unbound her hair, to let it fall loosely over her shoulders with a shake of her head. Kasumi started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing more and more skin that made Ranma ache, and turned him hard as rock. The way his gaze had now moved to her bosom and was locked there excited her greatly. It made her feel so sexy, so desirable. When she removed her blouse, Ranma was astonished to see the lacy bra she was wearing underneath. It was black, and sheer, except for flowery patterns, which made it a teasing game of hide and seek for the eyes. 'Man, how could I never notice? Kasumi's a -babe-,' Ranma thought, while literally throbbing with need. From the moment she let her hair down, Kasumi had stopped looking like the perfect little housewife. Instead, she now looked like a sexy *new* young wife. When she bent down to lift the hem of her skirt and remove her shoes, Ranma's gaze got lost down her deep cleavage. There was so much soft flesh pressing heavily against and of the cup of her bra as if trying to spill outside of it. Then she turned around and undid her skirt to let it fall at her feet, and Ranma got both his hands squeezed around the distended crotch of his pants, holding on to his hard-on, as he stared, simply stared at the glorious pair of asscheeks in no way covered by the tiny bikini panties she was wearing. A little belt of frilly black material circled her slim waist, with garters that were snapped to sheer hose that gave her long, shapely legs a sexy sheen. To think that chaste, sage looking Kasumi-chan wore this under her prim skirt, blouse and apron. All the time she'd be serving us our meals or bending over the stove.. She'd had that kind of sexy lingerie underneath. Ranma's tongue was lolling out like a panting dog by now. She arched back, reaching with both hands for the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and then removing it. When she turned around, her breasts were bobbing a bit in cheerful freedom, much larger than Nabiki's, and also somehow fuller. More womanly. Kasumi was all woman and then some. Her panties were a tiny triangle barely adequate to be called that, leaving some downy pubic hair to be seen above it. "K-k-kasumi," he stammered, making her look at him before she smiled one of her sweet smiles, except now it didn't look like mindless niceness. No, it was dazzling, as befitted a gorgeous woman. She came over, hips swinging wide, eyes locked with his, until she touched his lips with one finger, silencing him. She knelt down at his feet in a fluid motion, then gently pulled his hands from covering him, before she untied his pant's string and drew them down, to do the same with his boxers. When she bent her head down, there was a thrilling moment when her breath was caressing his raised manhood. That moment ended when she engulfed him into the hot caress of her mouth. There was nothing teasing about this caress, her tongue was sliding against him, her lips wrapped about him as she suckled, making him gasp out loud and arch himself. It was too much. He'd been without sex for days now and her lips felt sooooo good! Within moments, he was exploding in her mouth, and far from taken aback, she was sucking him down to the last drop, swallowing everything. She, unlike Nabiki who would now be belittling him, did not mind his prematureness. Instead, she just continued licking and sucking on his limped member until he regained his hardness, which didn't take very long. Then she was bobbing her head up and down on his renewed hard-on, and he was in heaven again, her lips feeling so wonderful all around him. After a minute of this, though, she stopped, and rose, licking her lips and gazing brazenly at him before crawling into the bed, her bottom turned up, hiked up, wriggling a bit as he stared at him over her shoulder. Then Kasumi started pleading him, "Please, take me, Ranma, fuck me, fuck my whore cunt, take me like a bitch," she half-moaned half-cried out, obviously excited by the crude language she was using. Ranma stared again. Kasumi was turned-on by dirty talk. Who would'a thought? And she kept begging that way through his momentary surprise. AH! Like she'd have to beg Ranma Saotome for long! Immediately, he was climbing behind her, kneeling between her parted knees, his hands on her buttocks and caressing, then all but tearing off her panties. A modicum of his training with Nabiki made him caress tentatively with delicate fingers, but he found her wet, almost flowing. She was quite ready and incredibly willing. "I'm dripping, Ranma, I'm a dirty, cheap whore ready for your cock... Ram it in, Ranma, show me what a man you are!" Guiding himself eagerly, he dragged his swollen member against her sex, letting her juices slicken the blunt head and announcing to her of his intentions in no uncertain terms. He then pressed firmly against her, fingers clasping at her hips as he jammed himself home in one thrust that drove him to the hilt into her molten honey pot, making him gasp and pant hotly and making her jerk her head up and moan loudly and lengthily. "Oh yeah! You're so big, Ranma! I can feel you all the way in. Mmm, yeah, is my cunt sweet? Is it nice, do you like it?" she asked him, somehow squeezing herself around him. Unable to contain himself much more, Ranma answered, "Yeah, you're fuckin' tight, Kasumi, it's good..." just as he started thrusting against her, his hips slapping to her buns, his cock pumping in and out of her literally dripping sex, and she was coming towards him, lifting her rump, humping back against him, as eager for him as he was for her. But only for a few minutes. That's when he felt her move forward, away from him, and when in reaction he moved with her, one of her hands was against him, pushing him back. Panting, licking her lips, eyes ablaze with pleasure and passion, Kasumi twisted her upper body to look at him as she took his manhood in her hand, rubbing it lightly, to keep the pressure up. When she spoke, the tone she used when using dirty talk was gone and it was sweet Kasumi again. "Ranma-kun.. I am not on the pill, unlike my sister, and I do not have any condoms." Ranma almost howled in frustration at this. What, he'd have to stop?? But then Kasumi smiled at his expression, and again she licked her lips, as she lifted her rump again, and drew him, by the hold she had on his shaft, until his manhood was pressed against her bottom. Then she pushed it, guiding it down, the organ splitting her cheeks and coming to rest, wedged against her anus. "C'mon, Ranma, fuck my ass, fuck your bitch up her tight little asshole", she urged him while pushing her whole body back. He felt her opening up around his throbbing meat, she was relaxing her inner muscles so much that he was sliding into her with great ease. With a loud moan, Ranma sunk to the hilt into Kasumi's rump, her round, smooth buttocks held apart by the thickness he was pushing between them. He gripped into her hips for purchase, as he immediately began moving back and forth, thrusting against her. "Isn't my ass good? Is it tight and hot enough?" she asked in her vulgar voice, while she fingered herself, one hand between her legs, the other on the bed to prop her up. She was so tight, so hot around him, he knew he couldn't last very long. He said so. "You're so damn hot and tight! I'm gonna cum soon, Kasumi!" And she sounded pleased, for neither could she. "Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me good, I'm CUMMIIIIING!" she cried, her voice broken to the beating of his hurried thrusts. The intense feeling of being reamed so profoundly by such an exalted organ making her join him when he came, his orgasm spilling deep inside. Their cries were, thankfully, unheard by anyone else in the household. As he lay on his back, panting, he was surprised to feel her nuzzling along his thigh, then lick his member, sucking him, until he drew to his whole length again. This time, she shifted, brought her chest against him, and squeezed her breasts around his cock to start jerking him off. Her chest was heaving, her flesh sticky and hot as it bumped up and down his shaft. All this while she kept her gaze locked with his, playing with her own nipples while holding her soft breasts squished around him, until, for the third and last time that day, he came again, spraying all over her face and bosom as she urged him with dirty words all the way. Now she looked happy as she rested against him, sill sticky with his come. He certainly *felt* happy. And sated, at long last. Kasumi sighed contentedly as she snuggled up against Ranma. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the warmth of his embrace. He was a nice boy. And it had been such a long time since last she had been with a man. This brought back memories. Like the one time she'd been with Dr. Tofu. She'd been young, but convinced that if she tried really hard, she'd convince him she was a woman. "And dear me, did I indeed. Too bad it left him such a changed man." she sighed to herself. For when she had tried to 'catch' Dr. Tofu, she had.. blown his mind. Rocked his world, so to speak. She was young and enthusiastic back then. Since then, she hadn't really dared, nor had she found anyone she was willing to try with. So, she had been alone for the last few years. Alone, except for her.. Toys. She sighed again, and squeezed Ranma's hand in hers, which drew his eyes to her, and he smiled. "Until Ranma, that is," she added, mentally. ----------- From out of the kitchen, Soun called "Kasumi-chan, how's dinner coming?" Kasumi mmphed, and looked up, startled, then extracted the thick, hard member from her throat and called back, "Only a few minutes more, Father. It's almost ready." Then she resumed her work with enthusiasm, sucking and deep-throating Ranma until, his fingers digging into the edge of the counter, the eruption of his orgasm peaked and faded to a faint trembling, his manhood starting to go limp between Kasumi's lips. The door opened at that exact moment, with Akane in it, her head turned back to reply to her father, "I'm not gonna cook anything. Honestly. I just want to see if I can help with servi..." She stopped, blinking as she took in the scene, Kasumi at the counter, and Ranma with a funny look on his face. "Oh, Ranma, you're here. I was wondering where you'd gone. It's not like you to miss a meal." Ranma really worked hard not to stutter as he replied inanely, "I was here all the time, just helping Kasumi. Like you want to, right?" Kasumi, for her part, was busily rattling some utensils needlessly, her back turned to the both of them. Then she went to the fridge, which was in the section of the kitchen away from them, so that she didn't have to look at her little sister. Not while still swallowing her little sister's fiancé's cum. For the first time, she found Ranma's semen too bitter. She needed some mouthwash. Badly. Akane had the most curious feeling that she had missed something important. She blinked a few times cluelessly, and then asked how she could help with dinner. ----------- The bed was shaking from the impacts of two bodies driving against one another. The light were dimmed, and the two participants were doing their best not to make to much noise. The kisses they shared were particularly wild as they muffled their pleasured exclamations into each others mouth. Soon, all too soon, it was concluded. Warm and sticky with perspiration, Ranma and Kasumi rested against one another, holding tight. Kasumi sighed contentedly. This had be good. And it felt nice to just hold on to him. She wanted to speak, to tell him this special secret. She did not know why. She just felt it was the right thing. Hesitantly, she started to speak, "Mmmm... You know, you and Akane should never have been engaged in the first place," she said. "You see, she really doesn't much care for boys." Ranma nodded. "She always said she hated boys." "Not always. I remember the first time she said it. Would you like to hear of it?" Ranma lay down, propping his chin on his hands, elbows on the bed. Kasumi took a deep breath and tried to remember everything of that incident. --- A younger Kasumi was in the furo with Akane, looking at her sister with concern. The faint flush on her younger sister's cheek attracted attention to her eyes, which were downcast. Softly, Kasumi spoke, "Is something the matter, Akane-chan? You've been very quiet since you came back from school." Akane looked downcast a moment, and said, sadly, "They made fun of me again at school today." Kasumi hugged her little sister and asked, "What happened?" Hesitantly at first, then with more and more confidence, Akane started to talk. "Well, it was in swimming class. I'm really not good at swimming." Then she added petulantly, "I hate it. I hate not being good enough." After a moment she went back to the story. "But Sana, she's *really* good." And as she said that, Kasumi's little sister's eyes lit up. Hero- worship? Kasumi thought it would be nice if she'd decided to emulate a girl rather than samurai heroes like she was now. "She's bright and she's pretty and the boys like her," she said, enumerating her qualities, but the last one was said in a harder tone. "Yuu likes her. We were watching her swim, and she's really beautiful there, graceful like... like... like a dolphin. Really pretty. But Yuu he said she was *his* girl. Yuu's lying I know it. He's not good enough for Sana." Then she added an even harder, "I hate him. I hate him I hate him... He's just a no good, dirty boy. I HATE BOYS!" She was getting a bit agitated, so I asked, "What happened then?" "I... I said Sana would be *my* girl, and everyone laughed at me, especially Yuu... He kept pointing at me, calling me a.. a..." She broke down, this time she had tears in her eyes, but then she... Well, she growled, "But I'm gonna get him. First I will..", and with that, she started demonstrating, gesticulating largely, hitting the water with her fists and splashing about as she depicted carefully the way she would treat this Yuu. "And then I will WHAM him *smacks fist in water* with that new move daddy showed me last week, and then I will *RRRRRR* *squeezes her hands in the air demonstratively* and then..." Well, she wasn't so down anymore. "And then Sana will see that he's not good enough..." --- "And what she left unsaid, the end of her story, was what I could read in her eyes. 'And then she will be mine!'" Kasumi said, concluding. Even as Kasumi was finishing the retelling of the event, Ranma was staring across from her for a while. "She doesn't think of herself that way. And I bet she remembers that differently. She's been repressing those feelings. Denial. And as you know, she took such a dislike of swimming itself, after that... She's never been able to swim correctly, even though she forgot why," added Kasumi, thoughtfully as she hugged herself against Ranma's lean physique. Ranma turned to look at her, and there was a light in his eyes that made Kasumi shiver. He asked her, "Ready for more, Kasumi-chan?" When she nodded he crawled on top of her to reach across from her, out of the bed for the glass of water she always kept on her nightstand. Then he casually poured it over his head. The transformation felt strange. Kasumi's naked body tingled as Ranma's body changed, softened, shortened, her breasts now mashed against Ranma's, who, while shorter than her, was just as well endowed. Ranma's eyes had been opened on a great many details that had plagued his life for the last year, thanks to Kasumi. So, it was an eager, determined Ranma-chan who now taught a thing or two to back. The oral quiz at the end of the lesson was a tremendous success. ----------- Ranma was trying to follow the course. It was so slow and tedious. He kept glancing at the clock. When Miss Hinako drained a student who had been slipping a note to a friend, Ranma couldn't help staring. Since he'd discovered sex, he'd found himself appreciating Miss Hinako's adult physique a whole lot more. He wouldn't mind tripping her at all. Not one bit. Bet he could show her a thing or two, too. Tilting his head to one side a bit, he started wondering if he leant enough to the side, would he be able to peek up her dress? Then straightened. No need to provoke Miss Hinako and earn himself some detention. He needed to be free. He had plans for the lunch period, after all. ----------- Nabiki had been surprised when he'd caught her like that, and pushed her into the janitor's closet. When he'd made her kneel down in front of him, she'd protested, what if someone caught them? Fingers twining into her hair, gripping at her and pulling her, he pried open her lips with his turgid member. Then he'd groaned, then explained, "I've checked this place for weeks, nobody ever comes in here except before and after school." he said, his voice hoarse as she'd started sucking and swishing her tongue skillfully on the meat he was force-feeding her. She was almost stunned. Which did not slow down her feverish work on his tool, but a second set of thoughts was started about this. Planning? From a Saotome? That must have been a first. Then she was pulled back from his throbbing erection, drawn up to her feet, whirled about and pressed to the wall. Bewildered, Nabiki couldn't resist, he was so strong and for once, so purposeful, as he kicked her feet apart to spread her legs, lifting her skirt, tearing off her panties... Now he was just a tad less rough and quick as his fingers crawled up between her thighs, caressing her sex, making her squirm and whimper. She was already wet, turned on by his obvious desire for her. His need for her. And he was so forceful and decisive, in control. She couldn't have gotten out of here if she'd wanted to. In her mind, the fantasy of semi-rape played over and over, as he grabbed her at the waist with one hand, and making her roll up her hips, and she arched herself, pushing her butt out willingly, feeling like a bitch in heat waiting to be claimed. She couldn't keep her hand from slipping down, and started rubbing her clit, as she waited for him. She didn't have to wait long in any case, soon he mounted her with a hard thrust that made her cry out stiffledly between her clenched teeth. Then she felt fingers push between her lips, and she sucked on them by reflex as he started jamming himself against her, slapping his hips to her trim bottom, driving his manhood into her sex repeatedly, quickly, jarring her whole body. God, now there was a real man, unlike that Kuno wimp she always had to guide by the hand into everything. Ranma had certainly gotten a lot more assertive since those first few tentative tries when she was on top at all times. When she came, she bit -hard- into his fingers, stifling her screams while he poured torrents of his hot seed deep into her. --- As Ranma readjusted his clothes, he couldn't help but grin at the sight Nabiki presented. She looked completely worn out. She was drained- looking, weakly moving, her clothes were rumpled, her skirt still hiked up and exposing her legs and rear end. He'd certainly accomplished what he'd wanted. That is, to *prove* to Nabiki he wasn't just a wimp when it came to sex. ---------------- And all through the Tendo dojo not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. And except for Ranma quietly sneaking into Nabiki's room, all the children were tucked in. Or rather *had* been tucked in. Not anymore. It did not go by unnoticed by Kasumi, for one thing. And the poor girl couldn't go back to sleep after this, what with hearing them, the quiet, rhythmic creaking accompanying their activity easily making it through the wall between hers and Nabiki's room. She, too, was stirred now, and she reached for a box of toys hidden under the bed, and pulled out her trusty old friend, Big Paul. After that, another sound joined the noises of Ranma and Nabiki's coupling, just a gentle buzzing that nobody else heard. Well, almost nobody. Akane slept wonderfully that night. They say ignorance is bliss. ---------------- Ryouga was lost. That was nothing new. He was also currently a pig. Nothing new there either. He was wandering down a corridor that seemed quite long to him. There were an awful lot of rooms with stocky, snoring men in them. But, maybe the next door would be Akane's room. He tried one at random. Nose to the door, he managed to crack it open, and peered inside. There was a woman. It wasn't Akane, this one had loose, shoulder-length brown hair. She was also naked. It is to note that a pig with a nosebleed is a funny thing. What was that thing she was holding? Was that faint buzzing coming from it? What was she do... Oh My. Ryouga fainted dead away. --- A short while later, a much embarrassed Ryouga, holding his eyes down, backed out of the room, and then made for the next door, his brain still boiling under the previous shock, his cheeks a dark beet-red. Behind him, the door closed on Kasumi who had now flopped over unto her belly, back arched, and had an arm stretched behind herself, repeatedly driving the humming toy into herself from behind while stifling her exclamations of pleasure by biting into a pillow. The dildo was large, but she was wielding it expertly, thrusting into her sex, twisting it at just the right time, the buzzing vibration adding to the intense pleasure of the penetration with the humming feeling seeping deep into herself. With these techniques, she was quickly able to bring herself to orgasm, her thighs shaking as she closed them around the toy, the quivering shaft trapped inside all through her climax. Finally, she turned it off, and fell asleep at last, content and relaxed, the vibrator still stuck deep inside herself. --- That long corridor again. How lost he was. But, Ryouga being Ryouga, the next door could possibly be the one to Akane's bedroom. So, finding another door, he pushed it open, and peered inside carefully. There was a girl in there, sitting on her bed. So far so good. Oh, but she had rather short hair. He recognized the cut. It was Nabiki's hairstyle. He walked inside for a closer look. It was hard to tell, in the gloom of the room, and she kept bouncing up and down on her knees, which was certainly not helping matter. Why -was- she doing that? Ryouga managed to find a chair and hop unto it. The sight that greeted him made him stare one moment without a sound, without even breathing. Then he fled the room, fled the house. Too bad he hit that big rock right next to the koi pond. He was mostly flying off the ground by this point. Thankfully he hit it with his head. Yet, even one such as he was knocked unconscious by the tremendous shock. It is a note-worthy fact that from that day, the rock sported a crack all the way to the ground. Back in her bedroom, Nabiki was kneeling above Ranma, straddling his hips, both of them naked. Ranma had his hands on her chest and was thrusting his hips up against her, making her move up and down on top of him. "Ah-ah-ah..." gasped Nabiki, "Ran-ma? Did y-you hear any-OH-anything?" Ranma stopped, listened, then shook his head. "No. Nothing.. You must be imagining things." Then he moved, and ordered, "Okay, now place your hands here. Yes, like that, hold them spread." Nabiki did as she was told, and waited expectantly for Ranma's next move. There was a gasp, and Nabiki bit her lips as Ranma forced her unconscious resistance. Thankfully, he'd used plenty of lubricant, his shaft shinily slick as it eased into her. Soon though, she arched herself. "OOoooh...", she shuddered. "You like that, don't you?" he said, chuckling softly. "I knew you would," he added, fondly running his hands on her hips. They stayed still for a bit, Nabiki getting used to the queer sensations, but soon she felt herself relax around him. When they started to move again, Nabiki began to rise and thrust back down on top of him. At first she moved tentatively, biting her lips to stifle gasps, his large organ certainly stretching her in ways she'd never felt before. They joined together faster and faster as she really got into it, Ranma's hips soon smacking against her. She had kept her hands on her rear, her fingers digging into her cheeks as she held them spread widely so he could admire the way his member greasily pumped in and out of her tight little butt. "So.. What were you *Nnn!* saying about Kuno?" he asked her. "Ah.. Yeah.. Oh, Kuno *Hun!* I've been sleep-nnn-ping with him.. Mostly for the MO!money," she replied, each thrusts punctuating her sentence with gasps and other exclamations. "Kuno's a big jerk. And you're a whore, Nabiki," he commented, giving a harder jolts of his hips against her, lucidly excited as he watched her bounce even higher on top of his manhood. "MmMMmmm.. A whore..." she moaned, seeming to savor the word, then replied, "Yeah... For money.. He's not half bad.. But *AH!* nothing compared to you, Ranma-kun." "Of course not!" he interjected, hastening the pace. "Sometimes.. Just *OH!* sometimes, if I *NNNG* goad him enough.. He can almost give *YA!* give me a throuro*OOOUUU!*ugh enough fucking..." Ranma managed to sit up without leaving Nabiki, wrapping one arm around her, just under her breasts so he could keep humping up against her while he reached to the nightstand for her change purse. When he got it, he dragged it closer, opened it, then reached in to extract a coin. It was a five yen piece. Perfect. Ranma let go of her middle and gripped into Nabiki's hair, forcing her to arch her head back, baring her throat, pushing out her bust as his chest brushed against her perspiration laden back with every motions that slid his rigid member in and out of her burning rectum. "You like money so much, Nabiki. Does it excite you?" he whispered, then reached around her body, to her chest, and started rubbing the coin lightly over her bobbing breasts, making sure the hole in the middle caught at her upraised nipple. Nabiki shuddered as cool metal brushed against her hot skin, moaning louder when it caught on her stiffened bud, then answering, "Yesss... rub it all over, Ranma, rub it on my tits, rub it on my cunt," she begged him. He did as he was told, brushing the coin over flesh made slick by perspiration, caressing her breasts, then guiding it down, to her dripping sex, especially enjoying the hard jerks she gave when he would drag it across her clit, "You're a whore, a five yen whore," he whispered then let go, grabbing the purse and upending it unto the bed. There was lot of change, and one roll of coins. That last bit gave him an idea. He picked it up. Then Nabiki found herself pushed to the side, rolled over, propped, bottom raised and face pushed down into a pillow so swiftly she never had the opportunity to protest. Ranma moved on top of her, aimed and shoved himself sharply into her rear again. He was rewarded by the jerk of her whole body stiffening underneath his, her chest and belly now dragging over the coins he'd sprinkled the bed with. She was shivering, feeling the cold touches all over, especially at her breasts, some of the coins sticking to her skin and catching at her nipples. She couldn't deny her excitement as Ranma abased and abused her. When he resumed driving himself into her, now with more furious, deeper, harder thrusts, each one of them was echoed by muffled cries from the pillow she bit into. Leaning close to her, Ranma slid his hand underneath her, down between her legs, pressing the roll of coins against her and started shoving it into her sex rhythmically as he whispered into her ear, "So you like this, Nabiki? Do you like fucking on top of money? Do you like fucking money?" all the while sodomizing her with little gentleness. The only answer she could give came in the form of snaking her hand down between her legs, between Ranma's hand and herself, then frigging herself furiously as she came. ---------------- An angrily bweeing P-chan raced around the corner, bumping into a door hurriedly to open it. No, wrong room again, he swerved, ran back, ran into another door, yes, finally, there was the furo. The little black piglet jumped into the water with a splash, right next to Mr. Tendo. Suddenly standing out of the water was Ryouga, wearing only a bandanna. He held up a fist clenched so tight it shook and looked ready for murder. "Raaaaannnmaaaa", he growled, the name somehow made into a curse. Ryouga then stepped out, leaving Soun to stare after him as he dressed and walked out. "What a curious young fellow," said a non-plussed Soun. --- The challenge rang through the dojo, bellowed loudly by a furious Ryouga. "RANMA!!! PREPARE TO DIE!!!" Ryouga launched himself at Ranma. He looked singularly furious this time. Ranma wondered what he'd done to set him off now. But all such thoughts were set aside as he met the charge and weaved around a blow that could have knocked down a medium-sized house. Ranma parried the next one, hitting at the inside of Ryouga's wrist with his forearm, while studying Ryouga. Pig-boy was in a steaming fury. This would of course be useful; a really enraged Ryouga was easy to goad into mistakes. For the moment though, Ranma had his hands full blocking, parrying and dodging a series of kicks, punches and side-sweeping blows that would have left only devastation if they had been aimed at your typical innocent city-block. Ranma, thankfully, was moving just a little bit faster than a city-block. Well, either pig-boy had been training a lot, or he was so enraged that it was giving him some extra speed. But it wasn't enough, Ranma was still the faster of the two. Suddenly moving so quickly he became only a blur, Ranma dodged under a punch backed by enough power to turn granite to dust, and kicked Ryouga's feet from under him with a large sweep of his extended leg. Ranma arrogantly stood above the fuming, prone Ryouga, and sneered, "So, what'd I do now, P-chan?" "You.. you," babbled Ryouga, incoherently, before managing to get a grip on his emotions to a certain degree. "You womanizer! You're not good enough for Akane! I saw it. You.. You and.. You pervert.. Last night I.." Ranma blinked, the world freezing around him as he his mind was working faster than ever before , knowing what Ryouga was about to say, suddenly feeling Akane's presence behind him, to the right, sitting and watching them curiously, with every pore in his body. As time resumed it's normal pace, he quickly interjected, to derail Ryouga, "I thought I smelled pork in my room last night, pig-boy!" "WHO'RE YOU CALLING A PIG, YOU CHEATING SWINE!?!" screamed Ryouga. The bandanna'd boy jumped to his feet and screamed "DIEEEEEEE!!!!" as he charged Ranma, who side-stepped him, and backed away, and away still, now concentrating on simply moving further, backward, always avoiding all of Ryouga's blows, who was growing wilder and more vociferous, screaming insane by the time Ranma suddenly stood still and just punched up in the air before Ryouga reached him. The effect was quite dramatic, and completely out of proportion with his punch, a nasty and violent-looking twister seeming to explode from the space between him and Ryouga, picking the last up and whirling him away. Ranma heard Akane gasp behind him as he followed Ryouga's trajectory. "The Hiryuu-Shoten-Ha.. I didn't even notice you making the spiral path... And Ryouga was so furious. It was a really good one." Ranma nodded absently, as he watched Ryouga being tossed about in the whirlwind which was now disappearing into the distance. It had worked beautifully. With luck, Ryouga would be tossed off so far away, he'd get lost and not reappear for a while, giving Ranma time to think of something. ---------------- That night, Ranma was in Nabiki's room. She was on her elbows and knees, shaken by his powerful thrusts as he held her at the hips. "That stupid Ryouga.. Hnnn... Hann..." growled Ranma, slapping against Nabiki's trim butt with a violence she was unaccustomed of, from him. To a degree, he seemed to be taking out his frustration on the poor girl, who wasn't complaining, getting filled and fucked thoroughly. "R-ran-ma.." she gasped, her voice broken up as he continued to pound against her furiously, deeply, threatening yet again to make her slide off her elbows, forcing her to shift again. "Yes?" all but snarled Ranma, picturing Ryouga again, calling him a pervert. "W-wh-why are you so worked up over this?" she asked. Just as she finished her question, the jarring blows stopped. "Because he's gonna tell Akane, that's why, and she's gonna kill me!" growled Ranma, holding Nabiki tight against his hips, grinding slowly against her. Nabiki shook her head. "No she won't. She's only going to break off the engagement." she said, "She only hits you because she's got a thing for you. If she learned you were sleeping with me, she'd move on with her life." she thought a moment, "Well, she might hit you when she learns, but probably only once. You know, out of habit." Ranma blinked a few times, realization dawning on him. He'd lose Akane completely. He had just realized something else as well. That was a worse fate than her killing him. He withdrew from Nabiki, who complained a little. But not for long, as Ranma drew her left leg up, making her roll to her side as he rested her foot on his right shoulder. Then plunged into her and resumed pounding her until she begged him to cum all over her. He did, but his mind was already elsewhere. ---------------- Still later, Ranma was sitting on the roof, staring at the stars and thinking, an activity he did a lot of but rarely accomplished anything with. But not tonight. He had made a plan. Ranma's plan was simple. He'd get close to Akane in a physical manner. And then he'd use this new weakness he'd discovered she had, thanks to Kasumi. The thought occurred to him that Shampoo would be laughing if she only knew what he now knew about Akane. "Pervert girl. Hmmph!" ---------------- At the breakfast table, Ranma was a girl. His father had managed to toss her into the pond during their usual morning spar. With seeming laziness Ranma-chan stretched slowly just as Akane was walking in. This one was treated to a stunning profile. Ranma-chan seemed to notice her only then, and smiled at her winningly. "Good morning, Akane," she said happily. Akane replied with a small smile and then peered at Ranma. "You're very cheerful this morning." "Hey, the weather's nice, Kasumi made my favorite, and I'm well rested," Ranma proceeded to enumerate, then pulled at fabric of her shirt before adding "And I fell into the pond, but that's okay 'cuz it's so hot today." She popped a fruit into her mouth while reaching across Akane for the sugar, her breast accidentally pressing into her fiancee's upper arm. Akane blushed and moved out of the way quickly, her eyes turning down in embarrassment. "Oh hey, sorry, Akane. Sometimes they get in the way." ---------------- Nabiki caught up to Ranma and shouldered him aside, backing him into a dead-ended little alley. Not a word was exchanged between her and the bewildered boy as she dropped to her knees then yanked down his pants and shorts. Ranma started and groaned as she proceeded to blow him professionally, the whole of her attention turned to his member. Despite his early surprise, he was soon leaning against the wall, his fingers twined into her short hair, panting and wheezing with excitement. Sometimes he'd nervously glance about to be sure no one was coming this way. But not Nabiki. The older girl ignored her surroundings as she furiously sucked and licked his raised organ until it was tensely thrumming, a sign she knew meant he was at the limit of his control. Now was the time. With a deft wrist motion, she slipped a slobbering wet finger up behind his scrotum, nudged once at his anus and then gave a sharp thrust and a twist, driving the digit into his rear. Ranma gasped with the shock of this intimate invasion, eyes bulging as he erupted like a white hot geyser of thick spunk which Nabiki swallowed and sucked until he ran dry. The whole affair had lasted barely more than a minute. Finally, Ranma caught his breath, and asked, "What.. Why did you...?" "Don't think I didn't see you, Saotome," she all but snarled in angry retort, "You and your good little girl act." Then, in a most ridiculously little girl-sounding voice, she said "Oh, I'm sorry, my shirt got all wet. Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. Oh.. oh OH!!" That last was said much more angrily and loudly. "Ah... Huh..." "Do you think you'll be happier with her? You think she could ever blow you like that? She'll never make you *cum* as good as me, Saotome." He looked down at her a moment. Then nodded sadly at her. "No, I don't think she could." She held his gaze for a moment, unblinking. Then she sighed with disgust. "You really think you're in love with her, do you?" she asked. At the expression he made, she spat out, "You pathetic little moron." She stood and picked up her school bag from where she'd thrown it. She wiped the corner of her mouth on her sleeve while looking at him with narrowed eyes. After a moment, she sniffed, turned and walked out of the alley with all the dignity she could muster. But she didn't cry. Not even once she was out of sight. One thing Nabiki Tendo knew was how to do business. And the point of business is that there's profit to be made. But you also need to know when to cut your losses. ---------------- The dojo floor resounded with the smack of a body hitting it. Again. Ranma, in his girl form, had defeated Akane, unsurprisingly. The red-head was just too fast, too strong. Too skilled. But Akane, despite the bruises she was gathering, felt proud. Finally Ranma was taking her seriously enough to actually fight her! Even though he'd had to resort to turning into a girl to do so. She got up with a flip, and jumped at Ranma with the suddenness of greased lightning, and it seemed impossible that she could miss. But she did. He just sidestepped in what looked, even to her, as nothing more than a blur, and threw out a leg, tripping her then striking with the edge of her hand at the back of Akane's head. She hit the floor again. Head first. This time it hurt. Akane's head rang a moment, then cleared just as Ranma was leaning above her, to offer her a hand and help her up again. Akane *was* starting to tire. They'd been in the dojo for an hour almost. She was hot and sweaty and had fought harder today than in the last month altogether. Ranma had even said a few nice things about her skills! Not much, and mostly backhanded, she had to admit, but still... So Akane didn't feel it as too condescending on Ranma's part when she offered her help like this. But, when Akane took the proffered hand, Ranma pulled herself down on top of her. Akane's eyes went wide and she immediately pushed Ranma off her! Jumping to her feet, she saw Ranma, looking at her, as she furiously blushed, pulling her gi closed more over her chest. Ranma taunted, "Wassamatter Akane? You know we're really engaged, even if it was only by our stupid fathers." Akane stammered "B-b-but you're a GIRL!", while trying to not look at Ranma, to hide her flush of embarrassment. But Ranma moved in close, making Akane step back, and back, stumbling finally as she suddenly hit the wall. Ranma giggled girlishly, looking suddenly so pretty and cute, making Akane shiver at the change. But then Ranma was back to normal, staring at her as she placed her hands on each sides of the taller girl, her palms flat against the wall. "Come on Akane, I saw the way you were looking at me this morning, when I was wringing my shirt," she said, then shrugged her shoulder, pushing her chest out towards Akane, and added, "Plus, you're always saying you hate boys..." she drawled. Pretty sure Akane wouldn't flee now, she straightened a bit, removing her hands from each sides of the girl, and started unbuttoning the collar of her Chinese shirt, exposing a generous amount of perfect cleavage. Akane's heart leapt into her throat, she couldn't speak, and she tried to look away, but Ranma's fingers, so strong, yet delicate, caught her at the chin, turning her head back, "Why are you looking away?" Ranma asked, concern in her voice, "Don't you think I'm pretty?" she added, sounding like she needed to be told that she was. Akane's heart was now thumping into her chest so hard, she just knew Ranma could hear it. Flustered, she suddenly exploded. "I'm not like that!!" she protested, shoved Ranma aside, and, tears in her eyes, she suddenly ran off. Ranma watched Akane running away with mixed feelings. She was pushing hard, but Akane had always been the one for him. Her. Whatever. --- Akane was crying into her pillow, while her last words circling through her mind. I'mnotlikethatImnotlikethatImnotlikethat! I LIKE BOYS.. I had a crush to Tofu, I really liked him, right?? The knock on her door made her jump. She looked fearfully at the door, mind racing through several thoughts. Is that Ranma Oh my God what am I gonna do, I know she saw me cry what is she gonna think? Before she brought up the nerves to answer the door, Ranma opened the door, walked in and closed it behind herself. Akane just stared fearfully, as Ranma settled back against the door, blocking off her exit. Ranma said in a much gentler voice than usual, "You know, Akane, I'm really a boy.." she let that word trail, just as she started running her hands down her chest, along the curve of her emphatic bust, down her stomach and across her hips, "Despite this body of mine..." Akane could just stammer a "Wha...?" as Ranma continued, "So it's okay, right? I mean, I'm a boy, so that doesn't make you a lesbian." Akane grabbed unto that like a life-saving buoy. Ranma *IS* a boy, so it's okay, I'm not like that...I'm not like THAT!! Ranma then proceeded to remove her red shirt, slipping it over her head and tossing it casually off, the motions making her breasts, which really looked heavy on her smallish frame, bounce in bra-less freedom. Akane stared in shock. Oh my God look at them, they're so big, so soft, so perfect I wannatouchthemohmygoshhatamIthinking?? She buried her face into her pillow, wrenching her gaze from Ranma again, her chest seemed about to explode with the harsh, loud beat of her heart. She nearly jumped to the ceiling in startlement, when she felt the touch of those breasts, pressing into her back. But Ranma held her down. She was so strong, yet so soft that Akane couldn't fight her. She'd already seen in the dojo that she was completely at the mercy of this breathtakingly beautiful red-headed girl. When Ranma started undoing the belt of her gi, she remained limp, not fighting her anymore. And when Ranma made her roll onto her back, she still wasn't fighting, but she was just looking at the ceiling. Which meant she never saw Ranma lean over her, to kiss her. It came as another shock, making her stiffen bodily in place, like an electrical shock softly caressing her lips. Gentle, deft hands opened her gi, pushing it down from her shoulders, baring her chest. Ranma undid and pushed off her sports bra, so that as she kissed her, she could press her breasts down unto the Akane's, sending a second thrilling shock rippling through her at the touch of the soft-skinned, heavy flesh squeezing against hers. Akane threw her arms around Ranma and closed her eyes, answering that kiss with fiery passion. Ranma was surprised and then delighted at this. She responded with her own burning desires, kissing hard, letting her hands slide down along Akane's sides, caressing softly, flicking her fingertips almost ticklishly light over the skin. Akane shivered at the light touch, breaking away from the kiss and panting a little, eyes shiny and clear. "Oh, Ranma...", she whispered, shrugging off her gi in a fluid motion, then reaching both hands to caress her fingers affectionately on Ranma's cheeks, thumbs brushing the cheekbones. Ranma smiled and brought her hands to cup Akane's breasts, her touch feather-light, thrillingly tracing with her fingertips all over the rounded orbs. "And I dared say you were flat," she whispered, slipping from Akane's hands to bend down to her bosom, kissing her breasts, gently rubbing her face all over and dabbing more kisses on the silk-soft skin. Akane squealed delightedly, playing with Ranma's hair a bit, then reaching down the shorter girl's front to take hold of the wonderfully malleable, yet buoyant breasts, feeling the poke of nipples against her palms as her fingers almost circled the ample roundnesses they peak. Concentrating on squeezing and rubbing Ranma in this manner was made difficult. Breathing shallowly and quickly, her own bust was being caressed, licked and sucked on, distracting her enough, although Ranma was still avoiding the tempting, now raised points of her lover's nipples. "Oooooh," Akane shivered, "That feels so good, Ranma." Ranma looked up, with a smile, then resumed her attentions, this time bringing her dragging tongue much closer to the pale aureolas surrounding Akane's nipples, making them ache with the need to be touched, to be caressed. Her own fingers were sliding all over the curves of Ranma's heavier breasts, trying to perform the same kind of sensual teasing that was slowly making her go crazy. Then, Akane shook, giving a noisy gasp when Ranma dragged her tongue right across her nipple, flicking the tip of it at her stiffened bud at the end of the wet lick. Only a few moments past before she regained control, looking down at Ranma, her fingers rubbing just at the aureolas in semi-circular strokes without touching the nipples themselves. But she was having more and more troubles with her aim, as Ranma began to lap in dainty little stroke of her tongue all along the outside of her nipple, then closed her lips on it, and began to suckle. The dark-haired girl was squirming and moaning now, still trying to keep the noises down, though, as she started to drag her index fingers across Ranma's own taut tips, playing with them a bit as she shook with the pleasure of Ranma's nursing. Then Ranma gently pushed Akane back, to make her lie down, first pulling away the girl's gi completely, leaving her clad only in a pair of panties, before dropping her own pants and boxers. Then she crawled on top of Akane nakedly, and kiss-lick-nuzzle at her chest, while brushing her thighs along her lover's. Cupping the prone girl's chest from the outside in, Ranma brought Akane's breasts together, so she could kiss and pinch her nipples between her lips, alternating quickly between each squished peaks. Moans started to burst from Akane's lips louder and louder, until she bit into one of her fingers, arching herself, chest heaving while Ranma teased and pleased her. But then, the red-head's attention began turning downward, kissing at the underside of Akane's breasts, nuzzling at her belly lovingly, licking at her navel, before dipping her nose downward still. Soon, Akane was trembling with desire, her body jerking a bit when Ranma's tongue-strokes came ever closer to her sex, teasingly giving much attention to the sensitive, silk-soft inner surface of her thighs, which she had pushed apart a bit, for better access. A thatch of dark hairs greeted Ranma's kisses, when she moved on for the goal, rubbing her lips delicately to the flesh-pinkness of her folds, each brush-strokes of her tongue spreading them more apart, opening the young girl's sex, while she started lifting her hips, shaken and vibrating to the core with each plucking of the delicate chords of her pleasure. Eagerness started taking control, her needs now driving Akane on. She took Ranma's head in her hands, and drew her nearer, pressing herself against the young red-head's mouth, expecting, then getting the intense sensation she was praying for, Ranma's tongue sliiiiiIIIIiiiiding in, between the juicy lips of her sex. Then again. And again. Lapping the sweet, heady slickness of Akane's lust, Ranma sent her tongue deeper and deeper into her lover's sex with every strokes. She had her hands clasped into Akane's buttocks, to lift her up, as if to bring the chalice to her lips, and get high on the taste of passion. Soon, Akane was writhing, her teeth digging again into her clenched fist as she moaned muffledly around it, her hips humping upward, Ranma's tongue swishing, swirling in a whirlwind of sensations that sent Akane reeling, unable to catch her breath, her heart bursting with the intensity of the pleasure. And yet Ranma kept raising the bar, now wild and unrestrained, lips locked against Akane's sex, her tongue plunging swiftly, deeply and curling inside, twisting inside, before withdrawing. And then she let go, to bring her lips and tongue to bear on a small, oh so much sweeter target, assaulting the raised hood hiding her lover's clit with deft slick strokes freeing it enough that she could close her lips on it and suckle delicately, sending Akane into a mind-blowing orgasm that rocked her bodily, one fist hitting repeatedly into the bed while she drew blood from her finger, stifling her screams. Soon, much too soon, it was past, done. The pleasure ebbing, Akane's strength seeping along with it, she felt empty and drained, staring for a moment at the ceiling. Then, lovingly, Ranma was in her arms, kissing her softly. Akane could taste a faint, strange flavor on Ranma's lips, one she figured was her own. And that was okay. After a long time, they relaxed together, limbs entangled a bit, holding close to one another. "Next time... I do you," whispered Akane, determined to make Ranma feel as good as she'd felt herself tonight. But tomorrow. Today she'd had a lot training session in the dojo with Ranma.. and now this. She was tired. Sleepy. She couldn't keep her eyes opened anymore. Yet Akane felt... Lightened. As if a big weight had been lifted from her shoulders, a weight she'd been carrying for such a long that she'd stopped noticing she was being held down. She was relaxed and happy. She was feeling so really good, slowly falling asleep all snuggled up against a soft, cuddly and warm Ranma-chan, with one of her lover's nipples in her mouth. Ranma was brushing Akane's hairs affectionately while watching her drift off to sleep. ----------- The next day, all was calm and relaxed in the Tendo dojo. The children were laughing and the carp in the koi pond was undisturbed that day by any falling bodies. In the laundry room, Kasumi stopped a moment in her chores, to peer closely at one particular set of bed sheets, her expression unreadable. After a few moments she shrugged her shoulders and put everything in the washing machine while humming a little tune to herself, the very picture of domestic happiness. ----------- Ryouga needed to be himself. A man, that is. He'd made it back to the Tendo dojo already, but now needed to find hot water. He wanted to pound Ranma's head in good. He wanted to tell Akane what he'd seen. P-chan ran hurriedly into the bathroom, skidded in a turn on the floor made slightly slippery by steam, then hopped into the furo, diving into the hot water, ignoring Mr.Tendo as usual. Standing up a moment later, Ryouga, wearing only his bandanna, stepped out of the bath, and reached for the clothes he'd hidden in a corner behind a clothes hamper. Just as he was deciding maybe he should dry himself before putting on his clothing, he heard Mr. Tendo calling from outside the bathroom, while knocking lightly on the door. "Kasumi-chan? Are you in there? Is everything alright? I saw something jumping in." Ryouga's brain, admittedly not the most powerful of organs, suddenly started buzzing with hard work. If Mr. Tendo was *outside* then who... His chain of thought was interrupted when the answer came. "I'm all right, father. That was only P-chan you saw." Kasumi called back, sweetly. Ryouga froze bodily. Before slowly, oh so very slowly, turning around, to find Kasumi Tendo, the eldest of the three Tendo sisters, smiling and leaning on crossed arms over the edge of the furo, as she watched him with interest. "ACK!" he yelped intelligently and covered his privates with his hands while blushing furiously. Kasumi giggled a bit and then smiled at him sweetly, "My, Ryouga-kun, why are you ashamed of it? It looked fine to me." This paralyzed Ryouga. Was Kasumi talking about what he thought she was? When she stood up and stepped out from the bath, in all her glorious water-dripping nakedness, his eyes bugged out and his nose erupted in a geyser of blood and he fainted instantly. Probably, it was better this way, as, awake, his nose would have kept on bleeding. Probably to his death. --- Ryouga woke in a slower manner than his usual. Usually he'd spring up and scream. But not now, mostly because he was feeling fuzzy and relaxed. And the often-repeated curse and yell of habitual wakening died on his lips. He didn't need to ask where he was. That ceiling was obviously the ceiling of the bathroom of the Tendo dojo. He'd woken here often enough to recognize it. Something was nagging him. He was feeling ... nice. No, in fact, it was a great feeling, an awesome feeling, and his hips were shifting. Ah. He was naked? He could feel the coolness of air caressing him, and he was obviously still wet from the bath. It was all so very nice. The bath. Oh yes, he'd come in here to *MMMM* to change. It was pretty hard to think now. And sometimes *OOOOHH* he was shivering bodily. And there was a feeling of a *NNNNN* rhythm that built up... A rhythm just like that. Yeah, I wonder who that is, was one thought that crossed his mind at the head bobbing up and down over him, with her dark, wetly-dripping hair brushing against his skin... And he couldn't help but respond to that bobbing with upward inching of his hips, although he couldn't really say why. His breath was hastening, and he was now growing more and more awake by the moment, the haziness disappearing. The scene came into focus in his mind with singular clarity all of a sudden. A clarity of mind and perceptions he rarely enjoyed except when fighting or otherwise practicing the Art. Kasumi was kneeling next to his naked body bobbing her head up and down over his lap in a motion that brushed her still wet hair against his skin, hiding her face like a heavy curtain as she rhythmically swallowed his erect manhood, the smooth, *thrilling* caress of her lips sliding back and forth, back and forth, again and again, drawing him into a spiral of pleasure that was bringing him ever closer to the inescapable conclusion. Ryouga rocked suddenly, his fingers dragging against the floor as he pushed his hips up with a stifled grunt, the urgency of an imminent orgasm overtaking him, and suddenly he was spilling what felt like gallons of his seed into the welcoming, willing mouth of the eldest Tendo, who did not show any hesitation at swallowing it all, sucking him until he was completely spent and fell back against the cool floor, groaning a bit to himself, drained, but still noticing that someone had placed a folded towel under his head so he would be more comfortable. Only one guess as to who was the person caring enough to do this. Kasumi, at long last, drew up, still on her knees, her breasts dragging Ryouga's gaze like magnets as she licked a little bit of semen that had escaped at the corner of her mouth. "I do so hate to make a mess," she said in that soft voice of hers that made anything she said sound sweet and innocent. Ryouga's brain was switching into hyper warp gears. Several details finally making it around to his actual conscious thoughts. First... He'd just been blown. Expertly, if he was any judge, but he wasn't. Second, Kasumi Tendo was naked. He was naked too. But she was naked and he could see her, and she was beautiful. Her breasts round and firm and high, a bit on the heavy side, but again, he wasn't much of a judge of this, since, yes, he'd seen many breasts, it happened all the time to him. Only, usually, he'd black out the moment after. Which brought him to point three. He wasn't unconscious. In fact, his nose wasn't even bleeding. He checked, but his fingers did not find any kind of stickiness at his nostrils. Kasumi smiled as she saw him check, and it was a radiant, caring feeling that washed over him and made him feel better. And he was already feeling incredibly good, despite his confusion. Then the eldest Tendo sister explained. "Oh no," she said, in her soft, kind voice, "you aren't suffering from a nosebleed. You probably won't ever have *that* problem again. It's an old family trick that I used to cure that." Ryouga stared. She couldn't mean. But she did. "It's a cure that is based on the idea that the nose bleeding is usually caused by the flow of blood in the body being misdirected to the head when excited, in certain individuals. So I simply gave it a .. little nudge to give your body the right directions." And then she stood up, to get a towel for him. Ryouga's brain froze, at his first sight of her full body... There were those tiny hairs, so incredibly exciting to look at for some reason. They formed a thatched triangle at the meeting of her thighs. And then there was the way her breasts had bobbed when she had moved, and her legs, her pretty legs. When she turned around, his hard-on sprang up tautly. He found he was panting quickly as his gaze followed all the flexing curves forming her gorgeous backside in motion. He jumped to his feet and was at her back before she'd had time to turn back with the towel. When she felt him touch her, she jerked slightly and then relaxed, leaning against him, her body soft, perfect, her bottom pushing back against the poking stiffness of his member. Reaching behind herself with her free hand, Kasumi took hold of his hard cock, and asked him, "Oh my, Ryouga-kun, I wasn't sure you really liked me.. But I guess you do, don't you?" as she started stroking his length in her slender, deft hand. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He must be an animal, to want to.. to be.. rutting with Kasumi Tendo of all people. She was like an angel, a big sister. Sweet, tender... Kind hearted... big boomed, her breasts so firm and soft skinned. He knew this because he realized his hands had cupped her breasts and he was, with great care, caressing them. She seemed to be enjoying that for she almost literally purred in delight and began wriggling saucily in his arms and against him. And all this while she was still caressing his hardened manhood with a skill born of long practice, making him feel even tauter with desire. "Ah ha ha ha.. Kasumi, yes, I like you...", he answered, one hand behind his head, half a nervous laugh and half not knowing what he was saying. Meanwhile, his fingers had found her nipples, teasing them, rubbing them, while her soft, smoothly skinned, sensitive breasts rolled in his callused hands, making her shiver all over as she jerked him quicker, for a moment. When his hands started wandering from her bust, to explore her body, she let go of him, and spread her legs a bit wider, her hands against the wall for supper while he delicately ran his coarse hands over her flesh, caressing her hips, her stomach, her thighs, then oh so very tentatively touching her sex. She moaned softly, pushing her bottom out, and up, to ease his access, as she said, her voice curiously changed, cruder, "Oh yessss, Ryouga, you big stud, touch me, finger me like a whore..." To say that Ryouga was taken by surprise would be an understatement, but he continued, doing as he was told, while his brain processed this incredible new fact. His fingers brushed over the lips of her sex, then he pushed one in, then two, making her wriggling and push back against him as she pleaded, "Oh yeah, fuck, that's good, Ryouga, finger me, drive those fingers in my sopping cunt..." "Oh yeah, oh man, finger me, good good..." she continued whimpering, while rocking against the fingers he was plunging into her rapidly now, quite excited as he felt her tremble and shake with every thrusts. She was so eager, so willing. It was so different from anything else to pleasure a girl, to see how every little moves he was making had an effect on her. Her crude words were having an effect too, turning him on more, and also guiding him into what would please her the most. So when she started to plead, "Please, please, suck my slut cunt..." he knelt down behind her, and using much gentleness, spread her thighs, to expose her sex. And pressed his mouth to her to lightly suckle, picking little bits of pink flesh between his lips, sucking on them, in alternation with locking his mouth all around her, and dabbing his tongue at her. She was humping back against his face, moaning louder all the time, her sex dripping sweet, hot fluids that he drank, without ever slaking his thirst. "OH YES! Your tongue.. your tongue," she panted-moaned-exclaimed, "Stick it in, lick me inside," as she wriggled, her passion rising, her excitement growing out of control. Ryouga continued to dab his tongue at her, in between the suckling on the juicy labial folds, before he pressed it in, his deft oral organ swirling inside of her, lapping at the sucs covered walls of her sex, whipping back and forth faster and faster as he tried to keep up with Kasumi, the young woman fairly going wild by now. "Oh fuck yeah, that's good, I love your tongue, lick my slutty snatch, finger my clit, I'm gonna cum, Ryouga, you're making me cum!" she exclaimed, her words close together and fired quickly. Taking a hint from her words again, he brought his hand up between her legs, to caress inexpertly just above where he was sucking and licking her, finding a little raised hood, which he rubbed quickly but delicately. The effect was instantaneous, as Kasumi suddenly jerked bodily as if hit by electricity. Then a gush of more of the sweet honey of her lust was his reward when she came, gritting her teeth to keep from screaming, and it was all he could do to hold her, his remaining grip on her thigh threatening to slip when she was trashing in the throes of her orgasm. Finally, she slumped against the towel rack, and panted hotly, trying to regain her breath after her mind-blowing climax. After a while, she straightened, and turned around, and he was there, still on his knees, a little bit of precum adorning the tip of his throbbing erection, and she bent down, to kiss him deeply and slowly, tasting herself on his lips as she reached down to gently stroke his juicy rod. She whispered, softly "Wait a moment, dear." as she got up. And walked out. Ryouga started at her flexing buttocks as she walked, and then at the door, closed behind her. "W-what happened?" he asked himself, then stared around. "What'd I do wrong?" Ryouga's fatalistic side was taking over. After all, things had been going much too well up until now. It was time for the disaster to strike. But just as he was starting to panic, his erection threatening to fall, she walked back in. She had something in her hand. Kneeling in front of him, she broke the small square package, to extract something that looked like a finger from a tiny, slick latex glove. ... Oh. She took hold of him again, stroking his penis a few times, then she unrolled the condom on him, with an apologetic smile. "I'm not on the pill.", she told him, before moving close, rubbing herself against him, against his cock. And then with practiced ease, sinking herself on the upraised shaft, impaling herself with skillful surety. Her moans mingled with his, and she felt his hands take her at the waist, pulling her against him. They started a slow rocking motion, back and forth, thrusting together as Kasumi's lips sought his, and kissed him deeply and lengthily. Her hands wandered over his firm body, a certain disbelief at how hard his muscles were creeping into her. Except that Ranma had been barely softer, really. His tongue found hers, swishing, twirling, wildly flailing and striking, and she responded to the heated kiss with more fiery passion, as their embrace rocked to a hastening pace, thrusting together more quickly, more urgently. She came hard, sudden, biting her lips as her lubrication flowed around him, when she felt him stand up, sharply, supporting her only really by the rigid, solid member plunged in her, his hands on her sides only guiding her, as his thrusts bounced her on top of him. She wrapped her legs around him, as a reflex, holding on, pulling herself with this leverage, thrusting against him until he too came, and she felt him pulsing inside of her, joined with her, the kiss breaking at last so they could gasp and pant, Ryouga slumping against the wall, his knees weak. "Kasumi-chan," he whispered lovingly. "Oh, Ryouga-kun," she replied dabbing little kisses on his lips. --- Soun Tendo carefully pushed the door closed again and stepped away quietly. He considered himself a sound and fair father. But he had no idea how to deal with a situation like this. At least she had used some protection, he had to admit. Then he shrugged his shoulders and decided to do what he always did. He decided to ignore the matter unless it was thrust upon him forcibly. That would work. It always did. ----------------- End part 1. Author's notes: Whelp, here it is, the big bad thing. I'd like to thank my prereaders and all those who offered comments and critiques. They helped me make it into a more enjoyable read, I believe.