This is a followup to my SI parody-type story DOJO RAIDER!  If you
haven't read DOJO RAIDER!, thid story will seem... a little nonsensical.
It IS a lemon though, and that means there's sex in it.  I don't particularly
care how old you are, but if you're offended by this stuff, then don't read it.
This story does NOT contain the same elements that DOJO RAIDER! did, so
don't think I'm that desperate for a sex life.  :)


[grararara..  Standard diclaimers.  This story is mine, but the characters
are not, and this may not be used without my permission.  It basically
belongs to me and Rumiko Takahashi, though I don't think she'd want it.]



				Haven 

		   A DOJO RAIDER! followup story

			  by Lara Bartram


	Kodachi watched Akane from the doorway of the kitchen.  It was 
amazing how much damage the girl could do simply trying to cook.  No 
wonder Ranma had always been adverse to eating the things Akane had made 
for him.  And Kodachi had thought it had been because he wanted to eat 
her food...
	Well, Kodachi no longer needed Ranma.  In fact, her brother was 
probably ten times the man Ranma had been, and he was never afraid of 
her.  And he had drawn Nabiki, or rather, Nabiki had captured him, and 
that had brought Akane, and well...  Kodachi didn't hate Akane; she was 
quite fond of her really.
	"Akane, your cooking technique leaves much to be desired," she 
said dryly.
	Akane looked back at her, caught by surprise, then smiled 
sheepishly.  "Well, I guess I've never been that great of a cook.  Not 
even Kasumi could help..."
	Kodachi entered the kitchen, going over to stand next to Akane.  
It appeared Akane was attempting to make soup.  Soup from a can.  It 
wasn't a pretty scene.  It was easy to see where Akane had made her 
mistakes.  Kodachi wondered why no one had been able to help her before.
	She stepped back and folded her arms across her chest.  "Try it 
again.  From the beginning."
	Akane looked at Kodachi for a moment, unsure of what was going on, 
then nodded.  Cleaning up things first, she was very conscious of 
Kodachi's presence.
	When she set the empty pan in front of herself, her hands were 
nearly trembling.  Akane stared at the pan for a few minutes, breathing 
steadily, building the ki within herself.  Her eyes widened and she 
glared at the empty pan.  With a hearty 'kyaa', Akane snatched up the 
can of soup and can opener.  With a strength and fury known only by some 
rabid crocodiles, she attacked the can, her eyes blazing.
	When finally the can was opened, she emptied it into the pot and 
turned the burner up to high.  The flames shot out and nearly caught 
Akane's apron on fire.  She disregarded it though and brought her spoon 
of destruction to bear.  Stabbing the soup like it was a wild beast, she 
began to stir it, her other hand reaching out and grabbing things, 
dumping them into the pot.
	It wasn't long before Akane's attempt at cooking was a thick 
sludge that smelled like a locker room.  It burbled ominously and Akane 
stabbed at it with her spoon again.  It settled down, and Akane slowly 
began to relax.
	She wiped her forehead then said, "I'm done."
	Kodachi looked into the pot and shook her head.  "I'm afraid not, 
Akane."  The soup was definitely done, but Akane had barely even begun 
to cook.
	Akane looked crestfallen, knowing exactly what Kodachi was talking 
about.
	"Fear not.  I shall help you."
	"You will?" Akane asked, looking at Kodachi.  All those hard 
feelings generated over Ranma, all the anger that Ranma caused, all the 
jealousy...  Akane wasn't even sure why she had been so protective about 
Ranma.
	Kodachi nodded.  "If I can teach Brother Dear to do it, I can 
teach you as well."

	The days passed.  They were pleasant, filled with school and fun 
and love.  And each night, sometimes before the sex, sometimes after, 
Kodachi would work with Akane and try to teach her how to cook.  It was 
slow and tedious since Akane just seemed to have a strange aversion to 
cooking well.
	"Akane, you're not thinking about what you're doing.  Contrary to 
any belief you have, cooking is not a martial art.  Instincts can not be 
relied on to successfully make a souffle."  She looked at the remains of 
Akane's latest attempt.  "Or a can of soup."
	Akane hung her head.  "I'm sorry," she said meekly.
	"And do not attempt to gain my favor that way.  You want to learn 
how to cook, and that is what I am here to do, not satisfy your sexual 
desires."
	Akane looked at her and pouted.  "If you insist."
	Kodachi took Akane's chin in her hand and looked into her eyes.  
"You try my patience.  Even Brother Dear knows when the line has been 
reached.  Apparently you have not learned yet."
	Akane quivered gently.  Desire and a touch of fear surged through 
her; all thought of cooking was pushed out of her mind.  "I'm sorry," 
she whispered.
	"As well you should be."  Kodachi released Akane's chin and 
stepped back.  "There is no lesson tonight.  I shall be in my room."  
She turned and left the kitchen.
	Kodachi went to her room and considered finishing up her homework.  
She looked at it, but couldn't concentrate.  Just sitting for a moment 
and listening, Kodachi imagined she could hear the sounds of her new 
family.  Akane would be upset and probably mangling another can of soup.  
Tilting her head to the side, Kodachi found she COULD hear her brother.
	Was that why she had always been so hateful of that girl with the 
pig-tail?  Is that why she had always disliked Akane?  Kodachi had 
always thought herself above jealousy, but looking back on things...  
Was it simply because of Ranma?  She had never hated Ukyo or Shampoo.  
Sure, she never liked them, but she had never felt the same intense 
feelings of hatred for them as she had for Akane and that girl.
	Because those two had held her brother's affections, and he had 
simply thought of her as his deranged sister.  Maybe that had been it.  
And maybe she needed to see him now.
	Kodachi left her room and went just down the hall to her 
brother's.  His door was closed which seemed incredibly silly.  First of 
all, it wasn't anything they hadn't seen before.  Second, there weren't 
any strangers wandering around that he had to hide from.  And third, it 
just didn't help a whole lot.  He liked to make noise, as if it 
reaffirmed his manhood, and the door just wasn't up to blocking out the 
noise.
	Frowning slightly, Kodachi listened at the door for a moment.  If 
she was too late and they were just wrapping up, she wouldn't get any.  
That was annoying.  He was her brother and she always seemed to be last 
in line.
	Kodachi opened the door and walked in.  That got Nabiki's 
attention, whose mouth was currently filled with Tatewaki's cock.  She 
looked over at Kodachi, not stopping; if anything, she increased her 
efforts.
	"I demand you stop this," Kodachi said.
	Nabiki arched one eyebrow and slowly removed her mouth.  Tatewaki 
groaned in protest, but did nothing else.  "And just what did you have 
in mind?" Nabiki asked.
	"I refuse to be the responsible one in this household while 
everyone else does whatever they find pleasurable!  I demand 
satisfaction!"  Kodachi was as close to angry as she got any longer.
	"So what do you want?"  Nabiki pushed Tatewaki's penis away only 
to have him thrust it in her face again.  Sighing annoyedly, she grabbed 
him by the balls and squeezed.  She held them for a few seconds then 
released and Tatewaki dropped to his knees, his face contorted in a look 
of anguish.
	Kodachi took Nabiki's hand and helped her to her feet.  "Why don't 
we get some dinner while he recovers?"
	It was still annoying how smug Nabiki always was, but Kodachi just 
didn't get very upset at anything.  So that's all it was: annoying.  "I 
am a tad hungry," she said thoughtfully.  Looking down at her brother, 
she asked, "Brother Dear, are you hungry?"
	Tatewaki whimpered.
	"We'll bring you something when we're done," Nabiki said, 
standing.  She and Kodachi left the room and shut the door behind them.

	"So you let Ranma-sama's mother live in your old home?" Kodachi 
asked.
	"Yep.  I'd hate to sell it, but I can't just let it sit there.  
And I don't really trust any strangers to rent it out.  I figure once 
Akane graduates, she'll want to teach anyway.  It IS her inheritance 
after all."  Nabiki picked at the sushi, sipping a cup of tea.
	Kodachi nodded.  "Why us?" she asked suddenly.
	"Hmm?  You mean with the..."
	"Yes.  It was for the money, wasn't it?"  That was one thing about 
Kodachi: she never minced words.
	Nabiki shrugged.  "Partly, yeah.  I wanted access to it.  I didn't 
want to waste it though.  That's the annoying thing about money: to make 
it, you have to have it."  She sipped her tea.
	"You like my brother?"
	"He's cute."
	"And easy to take advantage of."
	"Yeah."  Nabiki didn't say anything else.  How could she tell 
Kodachi that it was easier to make someone love her with a stupid potion 
than to actually try to build a relationship.  "I never realized that 
you...  Or I wouldn't have..."
	Kodachi sighed and drank some of her own tea.  "I understand.  The 
simplest solution is one which requires no effort."
	Nabiki nodded and looked down at the table.  That really felt like 
a weight had been removed from her shoulders.  Damn guilt.  She sipped 
her tea then looked over at the mess on the counter.  "Akane trying to 
cook again?"
	"She is ruled by her hormones.  Each time I attempt to lend my 
assistance, she abandons all notions of cooking and insists on 
attempting to seduce me."
	Nabiki put one hand over her eyes and massaged her forehead with 
her fingertips.  "What did I start?" she asked herself.
	"Americans have strange senses of humor, do they not?"  Kodachi 
stood to refill her cup.
	Nabiki nodded, shaking her head slightly at the same time.  She 
was caught by surprise as Kodachi's arms slipped around her.
	"I don't think things are so bad.  Do you?" Kodachi asked.
	"I suppose not.  Things could have been worse, right?"  Nabiki 
still wasn't sure everything was OK because she had used the same tricks 
she always thought were so... primitive.
	"Very much so.  Now why don't we go check on Brother Dear.  I do 
believe you wounded him."  Kodachi stood up, letting her hands slide 
across Nabiki's chest.  "I think we might be able to improve his mood."  
Her hand trailed down Nabiki's arm until she was able to intertwine 
their fingers.
	Nabiki exhaled heavily and stood slowly.  It still felt strange; 
she didn't know Kodachi or Tatewaki all that well really.  She knew 
things about them, but she didn't know them, and here she was, letting 
Kodachi lead her to have a sordid sexual affair with both of them, 
simultaneously.
	Kodachi picked up the plate of food in her other hand and went 
back up to her brother's room, leading Nabiki.  She spoke quietly as 
they approached the door, "I've heard the things said about us.  I don't 
know if what Brother and I have done has made us... sane, but I know 
we're happy.  You haven't made us unhappy.  And now you have to ask 
yourself, are you happy?"
	They stood in front of the door, Kodachi looking very serious and 
Nabiki looking confused.  "I don't know," Nabiki answered.  "I don't 
know what I expected, but I don't think it was any of this."
	"Does that mean you're unhappy?"
	"I... I don't think so.  I'm not sure."
	Kodachi appeared thoughtful, tapping her foot slightly.  "Maybe 
this will convince you."
	Before Nabiki could ask what Kodachi was talking about, she was 
caught by surprise, again, as Kodachi engaged her in a heated kiss.
	Nabiki couldn't quite bring herself to get into it, she was too 
shocked by it.  Her eyes widened a little as Kodachi initiated full-body 
contact, her slightly larger hand gripping Nabiki's tightly.  Against 
her will, she felt her body responding and knew she wouldn't be able to 
resist for long.
	Eventually, Nabiki pushed away from Kodachi, more confused than 
before.
	Kodachi was giving her a sly smile and maintained her hold on 
Nabiki's hand.  Not saying anything more, she opened the door and went 
inside with Nabiki following.
	Tatewaki was sitting cross-legged on his bed, looking dejected.  
He perked up a little when the two came into the room.
	"It looks like he's recovered."  Kodachi smiled at Nabiki.  "Shall 
we?"  She leaned over to whisper, "You did a good job with him.  He's 
yours to do with as you please...  And ours as well."
	Kodachi looked back at her brother.  "Here's some food.  Are you 
hungry?"
	Tatewaki nodded.
	"Shall we feed you, Brother Dear?"
	Again, Tatewaki nodded.
	"Excellent.  We WILL have fun then."  Kodachi walked over to the 
bed and set the plate down in front of Tatewaki.
	Tatewaki looked at his sister, then looked down her arm at where 
Kodachi was grasping Nabiki's hand.  Following Nabiki's arm, he looked 
up at her face.
	"You wouldn't mind the both of us, would you?" Kodachi asked, 
leaning forward and caressing his cheek.
	Shaking his head, Tatewaki looked back at his sister.  "Not at 
all."
	"Wonderful."  Kodachi released Nabiki's hand and started to undo 
the belt of her kimono.  She smiled as she watched her brother start to 
quiver with delight.  Pulling the kimono open to reveal her sparsely 
clothed body underneath.  Kodachi started to shed the kimono entirely, 
but stopped.  She had a better idea.
	"Don't wear yourself out before we've started, Brother Dear."  
Kodachi leaned forward, knowing his eyes were glued to the valley 
between her breasts.  She picked up a piece of sushi in her fingers and 
held it out for him to eat.
	Kodachi practically shoved it in his mouth before turning her 
attention back to Nabiki.  She went to stand behind her slightly shorter 
companion, her kimono flowing behind her as she moved.  Putting her arms 
around Nabiki, the loose sleeves hid much of what was going on.
	Deftly, Kodachi unbuttoned Nabiki's blouse and pulled it off her.  
Then she went to work on to the slacks while Nabiki just stood there and 
allowed her to do so.
	The same thoughts kept running through Nabiki's head as Kodachi 
undressed her, thoughts she couldn't decide if they were unpleasant 
or... otherwise.  She much preferred the male aspect of sex.  She didn't 
like having someone else in control.  She didn't want to be at the mercy 
of these other two people.  Or did she?
	Not that it mattered because before she knew it, she was laid 
almost bare, only the sleeves of Kodachi's kimono providing her any 
coverage.  And that disappeared as Kodachi's hands moved to her back to 
unhook her bra.
	As it came loose, Kodachi ran her hands up Nabiki's back, forcing 
the straps away from her shoulders, down her arms.  Kodachi's arms 
slithered around so her hands were going into the loosened cups.  The 
bra and sleeves of the kimono served to block exactly what was happening 
from Tatewaki's view.  All he could see was Nabiki's eyes widen 
slightly.
	Nabiki's breath caught in her throat as the cool silk and warm 
flesh enveloped her breasts.  Trapped in Kodachi's arms, there was 
nothing she could do about it... if she wanted to do anything about it.  
The way Kodachi was pressed against her back, the kimono wanting to 
gather her into its folds, Kodachi resting her chin in on her shoulder, 
it was all so... homo-erotic.
	She thought her legs might buckle when Kodachi's fingers began to 
tease her and her warm breath played up and down her neck.  Nabiki could 
feel herself slipping with each passing moment as the sensations began 
to mount.  Her eyes rolled back a little, causing Tatewaki to lean 
forward in earnest, as Kodachi's lips found her earlobe.
	Kodachi's hands had started a good rhythm of squeezing gently and 
fondling so that Nabiki was kept off-balance at all times, never allowed 
to get used to the sensations.  "Shall we partake of the pleasures we 
may all offer each other now?" Kodachi whispered.
	With failing muscular control, Nabiki nodded, her legs feeling 
very loose, and the rest of her feeling very warm.  She took shaky 
steps toward the bed as Kodachi urged her on, barely able to make sense 
of what was going on.
	Then Kodachi was pulling her hands away slowly, and Nabiki 
couldn't help the little moan of protest she released.  The lack of 
control, being at the mercy of someone else... it was exactly what she 
wanted.
	Kodachi's soft, slim hands were pushing the bra down, the straps 
slowly slipping down her arms, the kimono whispering softly aginst her 
skin, and Tatewaki's warm, slightly rough hands were moving down her 
stomach, catching on her panties and removing those. All of Nabiki's 
thoughts seemed to run together into a mass of unintelligible white 
noise as Kodachi pushed her gently into the waiting arms of Tatewaki.
	The sensation of being in his arms was familiar as he pulled her 
back onto the bed with him.  Nabiki felt like she was in slow motion as 
they tumbled backward, almost feeling like she might be floating.  She 
was very aware that while she was with Tatewaki and Kodachi, she was the 
inexperienced one, but that didn't concern her with what she was 
currently feeling.
	It was nearly fear she felt as Tatewaki pulled her up so he could 
kiss her neck and his hands gripped her ass tightly, lifting her so he 
could...
	Nabiki suddenly squirmed in his grasp, realizing what he meant to 
do, what he was positioning her for.  "No," she protested weakly, trying 
to break away from him.
	"I thought we were here to offer pleasure to each other," Kodachi 
said, running her hand up and down Nabiki's back.  "Don't you want to 
pleasure Dearest Brother?  Don't you want him to pleasure you?"  Her 
hand moved down to cover her brother's, which was still gripping 
Nabiki's soft flesh tightly.
	"Not like this..."  Struggling wouldn't help; Tatewaki wouldn't 
let her go.  And he was so close, if he really wanted to take her, she 
couldn't stop him.
	Kodachi laughed almost musically and her hand moved to the back of 
Nabiki's thigh.  "And why not?  Don't you think he deserves it?"  She 
moved forward so when she leaned ahead slightly her nipples brushed 
against Nabiki's raised rear end.
	Nabiki's grip tightened on Tatewaki's shoulders as Kodachi's 
fingers slipped inside her, probing gently.  She whimpered slightly and 
closed her eyes as Kodachi delved her depths.
	"Oh my, you poor dear.  No wonder..."  The look on Kodachi's face 
was nothing less than surprise.  Removing her fingers slowly, she sat 
back a little to contemplate the situation.  No wonder she was so 
hesitant.  Well, that hesitation could be removed.
	Kodachi pulled her brother's hand from Nabiki and forced him to 
release her.  Immediately, she felt Nabiki relax as she was able to move 
and avoid getting... THAT.
	"Brother, be gentle," Kodachi said, her voice warm and soothing, 
Kasumi-like.  "I think we need to.. rethink things for a moment."  She 
idly ran her fingers up and down both Nabiki's and Tatewaki's legs as 
she thought.
	"Biki-chan, I want you to sit up.  Brother, stay where you are," 
Kodachi commanded, once again in control.
	Tatewaki lay docilely while Nabiki sat up, sitting on his stomach, 
her legs behind her on either side of his body.  Kodachi smiled at the 
view before taking her position.
	She sat directly behind Nabiki on Tatewaki's thighs, his shaft 
pinned between them, waiting patiently.  It twitched as Kodachi pressed 
it into against Nabiki's lower back.  "Excellent," Kodachi breathed 
excitedly.  She put her arms around Nabiki and began kissing her on the 
neck, just under the hair that covered it.  "Just relax and let things 
happen," Kodachi whispered before she moved.
	Kodachi put one hand on Nabiki's shoulder to steady herself.  
Lifting herself up on her knees, she reached down and pointed her 
brother's cock up as she lowered herself onto it.
	Nabiki watched Tatewaki's face as Kodachi moved behind her.  The 
way it felt as Kodachi's body moved against her own was frightening in 
how good it actually felt.  And as Kodachi settled into position, the 
look on Tatewaki's face changed to one of bliss.  Behind her, she felt 
Kodachi shiver with what she assumed was pleasure before her deceptively 
powerful gymnast arms went around her once again.
	"How is this, Brother Dear?" Kodachi asked, sounding a little 
strained.
	His only answer was to groan at her.
	"Good.  Biki-chan, slide back here a little... against me." 
Kodachi said, attempting to pull Nabiki back and control her voice and 
body at the same time.
	Obeying, Nabiki moved back, a delightful feeling centering around 
her clitoris as she did so.  When Kodachi's breasts were pressed 
forcefully into her back and their bodies fit... too well together, 
Kodachi's hold tightened, her hands beginning to explore again.
	"You may commence, Brother Dearest."
	Tentatively at first, Tatewaki moved, thrusting his hips.  The 
weight was shifted radically and it wasn't as easy, but he could do it.  
Almost undulating to keep the pressure off his lower back, Tatewaki dug 
his heels into the bed as an anchor and began to thrust.
	It was strange.  Kind of like playing horsey when she was little.  
There was that weird rocking sensation, that feeling that she might fall 
at any moment, but...  She had never played horsey like she was at the 
moment.  And horsey was just about the furthest thing from Nabiki's mind 
as she was raised and lowered on Tatewaki's body, Kodachi behind her...
	And she could feel Kodachi moving, grinding herself against both 
of them, breathing heavily on the back of her neck.  As all three of 
their bodies moved together, Nabiki started to sweat, her own sexual 
desire building.
	Tatewaki put his hands on Nabiki's legs in an attempt to brace 
himself as he started to move faster, with more power.  One girl he 
could handle pretty well, but two of them were driving him into his own 
sexual frenzy by just BEING there.  While he concentrated on continuing 
his thrusting, almost unable to enjoy the sensations that having his 
cock buried in his sister afforded him, he stared up at Kodachi fondling 
Nabiki's breasts.
	It was when Nabiki reached up and directed one of Kodachi's hands 
down to tease her sex, making her nipples harden to nearly the point of 
pain, that Tatewaki couldn't contain himself any longer.  Staring at 
their hands, with Nabiki starting to breathe heavily and make small 
sounds of pleasure above him, he exploded.  He groaned loudly as he 
filled his sister, gripping tightly on to Nabiki's legs; as a secondary 
realization, he could feel her moistness on his stomach.
	Just because he was done didn't mean Kodachi was, and she 
continued gyrate her hips, causing friction between all three of them, 
her hand working with Nabiki's assistance.  After a few moments of 
pleasure, the feelings racing all through her, she pulled her hand away 
and raised herself from her brother.
	Nabiki tried to recapture Kodachi's hand, but there were other 
things planned.  The hormonal, sexual overload would wash away Nabiki's 
inhibitions; they just had to be built up to frenzied heights.  Tracing 
the curve of Nabiki's breast, Kodachi moved around on the bed so she was 
sitting by Tatewaki's head.
	"Biki-chan, Brother is looking a bit messy.  Why don't you clean 
him up?" Kodachi suggested, putting Tatewaki's head in her lap.
	Nabiki looked at her somewhat desperately, the urgent sexual need 
obvious on her face.
	Kodachi simply raised her eyebrows and ran her fingers through 
Tatewaki's hair.
	Immediately Nabiki turned around and face the opposite direction, 
straddling Tatewaki's chest, leaned down and took his limp, glistening 
cock in her mouth.  She moved her entire body as she took it in and 
worked her tongue over it.  Ignoring everything else, hoping some 
combination of fingers and mouth would soon take her over the edge, 
Nabiki worked furiously.  She sucked and licked, fondling his balls, 
totally unaware of what the two were doing behind her.
	All Tatewaki had to do was lift his head.  He did so, extending 
his tongue, when his head was yanked back down by the hair.  Kodachi was 
shaking her head at him, giving him a very stern look.  Frowning 
slightly, he brought his hand up, fingers poised to be thrust into the 
waiting passage, but Kodachi slapped that away.
	"Not yet," she whispered to him.  Kodachi watched, and only when 
her brother began to stiffen, when he was fully erect, did she run her 
fingers lightly down Nabiki inner thigh.  "Maybe you're ready now.  Do 
you think you're ready, Biki-chan?" Kodachi asked.
	Nabiki nodded eagerly, bobbing her head up and down several times 
on Tatewaki's rod.
	Rearranging herself slightly, Kodachi released her brother's head 
and lifted it slightly, letting him know that it was acceptable.  
"Slowly, Brother," she warned as she watched him bury his tongue in 
Nabiki.  She didn't want either one of them to orgasm like that; she was 
definitely going to make them have sex with each other.
	Hearing a shaky moan from Nabiki, Kodachi looked down to see that 
she had given up fellating Tatewaki to simply soak up the ecstasy.  She 
had her eyes closed and mouth hanging open, shuddering when his tongue 
massaged her clitoris, barely able to support herself on her arms.
	The sound of her brother's tongue at work combined with the look 
on Nabiki's face was getting Kodachi eager for another piece of her 
brother.  It was time to wrap things up so she could finally get some.  
Leaning forward, she whispered in Tatewaki's ear, "Brother Dear, it's 
about time you had your way with her, don't you think?"
	Tatewaki pulled away from Nabiki, the lower half of his face 
smeared with her juices.  He nodded, not trusting his voice.
	"She's ripe for the taking.  YOUR taking.  Won't it be fun to have 
another virgin?"  She had been his first, of course, though removing 
each other's virginity had been... fairly pleasing.
	"Indeed," he said huskily.
	"Biki-chan, do what Brother Dear wants you to now," Kodachi said 
somewhat happily as Tatewaki rolled Nabiki over to her side.
	Disentangling their bodies, Tatewaki pushed Nabiki to her back.  
Spreading her legs slightly, he began kissing his way up her inner thigh 
until he was about to resume with his tongue in her folds.
A sharp slap on his butt distracted him momentarily.  "Brother..." 
Kodachi said warningly.
	Tatewaki forced himself to continue up Nabiki's body, getting 
himself into position as he went.  He engulfed one of her nipples and 
sucked hard on it, causing Nabiki to clutch at his hair and groan.  
Nipping delicately, Tatewaki released the nub of flesh and moved up to 
her mouth.
	Nabiki felt like her brain was going to explode with the onslaught 
of pleasure and desire and heat.  She could feel his raging rod of 
manhood preparing to invade her fertile fields but it no longer 
frightened her.  It was time, if only declared by the raging hormones 
flowing through her.
	The two barely noticed Kodachi's hand sneak in and grasp her 
brother's shaft.  She guided it to Nabiki's entrance, speaking softly, 
"Gentle, Brother.  Slowly..."  Her other hand was on his back and pushed 
him forward slightly.
	"Gently," she continued as she directed his engorged member into 
Nabiki.  Reaching the point at which delicate care was needed, she 
gripped Nabiki's hand and instructed her brother on what to do next.  
She had learned from her previous experience.
	"There will be some discomfort..."  Kodachi moved her hand to 
stroke Nabiki as she gave the command.  "Now, Brother Dear."
	Tatewaki rammed himself home, drawing only a slight moan from 
Nabiki, though her body did jerk at the unpleasant feeling.
	"Now wait a moment," Kodachi said, her hand trapped between the 
two of them.  Silence, except for the heavy breathing from Tatewaki and 
Nabiki reigned.
	Without prompting, Tatewaki shifted his weight, testing Nabiki's 
reaction.  His eyes almost rolled back into his head with the feeling of 
her gripping him tightly.  It had been the same way with Kodachi the 
first time, and he could remember many of the details of that night he 
had spent with her.
	He had to be careful not to treat Nabiki the same way he had 
treated his sister.  Kodachi was an athlete and a Kuno.  The rough 
treatment used on her, and that she had returned, could not be used on 
someone more delicate.
	That was what he thought until Nabiki grabbed his hair and pulled 
his head down to kiss him, forcing her tongue into his mouth.  SHe 
squirmed beneath him, thrusting at him even though she was pinned 
beneath his weight.
	With a muffled cry (as his tongue was currently battling with 
Nabiki's) of 'ikuzo!' he began pumping in earnest.
	Kodachi watched with the ever-increasing desire to be a real part 
of what was happening, but she also knew how good it felt to be wrapped 
up in the sensation with no distraction.  Breathing almost as heavily as 
the two people having sex, she removed her hand from between them, 
feeling the combined sweat and lubrication as their bodies continued to 
meet, meld...
	Absently, she stroked herself as she watched the two in their 
pounding rhythm.  Kodachi smiled secretively to herself.  Nabiki may 
have used the spice on her brother to make him a willing sex slave, but 
she would realize too late that she would also be a slave to him and his 
erections.  Mostly his erections though and the way it felt moving in 
and out, teasing, taking her to the edge and pushing her over...
	Unable to wait any longer, Kodachi slipped a finger inside 
herself, using the other hand to tease her clitoris.  Watching the 
display before her, listening to their grunts and groans, she was 
quickly on the verge of her own orgasm as she added a second finger to 
the first.
	Her muted cries of self-pleasure as she finally came, feeling the 
increased flow of her juices around her fingers, were soon drowned out 
by her brother's grunts and exclamations as he neared climax.
	Kodachi wiped the sweat from her forehead with one shaky arm and 
looked over at her two bed partners.  It was obvious that Nabiki was 
enjoying it by her closed eyes and small smile, but she hadn't felt the 
most satisfying orgasm yet.  One achieved by hand or mouth might be 
powerful, but none felt better if there was a large, warm, pulsing cock 
inside her...
	Kodachi cursed silently as her lust came back.  It was painfully 
obvious that Nabiki still wasn't ready to deal with a strictly female 
encounter and her brother would be too tired, and she didn't feel like 
waiting for him to recharge...
	Her brother's change in grunts pulled her from her consideration 
to see that he was almost ready to let loose.  He was thrusting harder, 
faster, his muscles clenched tightly.  She was about to tell him to slow 
down when the look on Nabiki's face changed.
	Kodachi needed was some of what Nabiki was getting at that moment 
and she definitely wanted that orgasm.  Her hands began to work 
furiously, plunging into herself, working her clitoris so hard it nearly 
hurt, as she watched Nabiki's legs wrap around her brother, calling out 
for him not to stop.
	And the words finally stopped, replaced by sounds of extreme 
pleasure, and Kodachi could see Nabiki's legs work to force her brother 
to move faster, harder...  Nabiki's hands gripped the sheets and she 
arched her back, her legs holding Tatewaki against her; she moved her 
hips, moving herself on his shaft.
	Tatewaki moved his hips in a slow circle while Nabiki held him 
tight, feeling all her muscles grip him, caress him, and her body 
started to shake beneath him.  He was moments away from adding his voice 
to hers when he heard his sister.
	Looking over at her, Tatewaki watched as Kodachi's fingers moved 
furiously, her eyes closed, her body convulsing with the power of her 
own orgasm.  Her voice was quiet, but insistent.  "Ranma-sama...  Akane-
chan...  Tatchi..."
	Nabiki's grip(s) on him loosened and he couldn't help but to 
continue slamming into her as hard as he could as her fluids leaked out 
around his pistoning rod.  He was grunting loudly as he rocked Nabiki's 
body, the concept of her and his sister coming at the same time sending 
his mind swimming.
	With an incoherent cry of triumph, Tatewaki's body jerked forward 
once more and he released his load into the secret confines of Nabiki's 
body.  Gasping, swallowing air, the sensation was gone almost as quickly 
as it had come upon him, and he rolled to the side, pulling with a 
slight squelch.
	He laid on the bed, chest heaving, sweating heavily, his legs 
tangled with Nabiki's.  Even as she curled up next to him, kissing his 
cheek, he could feel himself begin to fall into an exhausted sleep.
	Kodachi, recovered from her intense and somehow unfulfilling pair 
of orgasms, looked at the two a little enviously. Eventually, her 
attitude softened and she covered them with a blanket.  She had 
initiated the interlude, she had only herself to blame, but once again 
she was left out of it.
	Sighing, Kodachi couldn't help but think the two looked so cute 
together, and how nice and comfortable it looked to just slip in there 
between the two of them...  But not then.  She didn't know how long it 
would be, but if she forced things, they would only go that much slower.
	Kodachi got off the bed and slipped her kimono back on.  She 
supposed she could attend to her plants, even though it wouldn't be 
nearly what she wanted.  Chuckling to herself about what exactly certain 
plants WERE good for, she went to leave the room.
	The door opened as she was opened to reach for the handle, and 
Akane was there in front of her.  "Oh, I didn't...  I was just..."  
Akane looked down at her feet.  "I was just wondering if you'd 
reconsider giving me that cooking lesson."
	Kodachi started to make an annoyed sound at the girl's doggedness, 
then she thought about earlier.  Akane hadn't really been thinking about 
cooking...  The same way Kodachi wasn't really thinking about her 
plants.  "Of course, Akane-chan.  I think it's time we moved on to... 
fruit and vegetables."
	Akane blinked as Kodachi took her hand and led her down to the 
kitchen...