Nekophobia Side Story:  Nabiki, Ranma, and Akane

by David Eddy <dje@progress.com>


Last modified:  Wednesday, 25 June 1997

A fan fiction based on Takahashi Rumiko's Manga series, Ranma
1/2.

The characters of Ranma 1/2 are the property of Takahashi Rumiko
and her licensees.


Lemon Warning:  This story contains graphic and explicit sexual
content.  Do not read it if you are a minor in your jurisdiction
or if not permitted by law, or if you don't like this sort of
story.

This story is set immediately after the end of Nekophobia Part 6.
It is not critical that this story be read to understand the full
Nekophobia series.  Any plot elements introduced or resolved in
this story will be summarised at the start of Part 7.

Repeat Lemon Warning:  This story contains explicit sexual
content.  You have been warned.

     
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     "IYAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
     The yell jerked Nabiki upright in her bed, the sheet falling
forward from her upright body.  The cool night air wafting in
from the open window was pleasant after the warmth of the day,
but she didn't stop to appreciate it.  Something had woken her,
and worry gnawed at her.  Then the yell replayed in her mind.
'That was Ranma,' she thought to herself urgently as she flipped
the sheet from her legs and stepped out of bed.
     In the corridor, she saw that the door to Ranma's room was
open.  She dashed towards it, fearing the worst, but was relieved
to see that Akane was already there.  She was hugging Ranma, and
he had his arms about her and his eyes on her, but they were
haunted.  Quietly she stepped inside.
     "It was Ryouga... that magic fishing rod..." he said.
     "You mean that fishing rod that made you fall in love with
him?"
     Ranma shuddered, then nodded.  "Ryouga had dug my grave, and
I was saying that if killing me would make him happy, then he
should do so!"  Eyes squeezed shut, he shook his head in a no-no-
no motion.  "I stretched my neck for him!"
     Nabiki's skin crawled at the look that had filled his eyes,
even as she saw Akane's body slump in relief.  "Oh, so it was
only a bad dream!  I'd feel horrible if that had actually
happened," said Akane.
     Ranma jerked, staring at Akane in disbelief.  Then he
removed his arms from around her, placing his hands on her
shoulders and looking her directly in the eyes.  "Akane... it did
happen," he said sincerely.  "Just before you found... us."  He
shuddered again, and his eyes closed at some memory or other.
     It was all Nabiki could do to control her breathing.  Now
she understood the sweat on Ranma's skin, as horror and sympathy
filled her.  Impulsively she moved forward, intending to kneel on
his futon to touch him, give him some reassurance.
     Akane gasped.  "What?!  You... you nearly let him k-kill
you?"
     "Yes," he said softly, his voice sounding a little odd.
     Nabiki quickly knelt at Akane's right.  Ranma was side-on to
her, concentrating on her sister, and she placed her right hand
against some of the bare flesh of his back exposed by his loose,
sleeveless cotton top, counting on warm, skin-to-skin contact to
reassure him.  Her heart skipped a beat as he turned his head to
look at her.
     "It's okay, Ranma," she said quietly with a gentle smile.
"I don't think that's likely to happen again."  Warm, he was so
warm, the curves and ridges of his upper back under her palm and
fingertips.
     Akane's voice brought Nabiki back to reality.  "Did he wake
you up too, oneechan?"
     Nabiki nodded.  "You were pretty loud, Ranma.  I was afraid
Ryouga might have come to visit."
     A chill settled over the room at Nabiki's words.  "You just
had to mention him, didn't you," he groused.
     She moved her hand, trying to be reassuring, hoping that it
felt that way to him... her sensitive fingertips somehow conveyed
the warmth and power of the silken skin clothing the powerful
muscles of his upper back to her breasts and loins, distracting
her.  She concentrated, pushing the feelings to one side.
     "You shouldn't worry about it tonight, Ranma," she said.  "I
want you to get a good night's sleep.  You need to be looking
your best for tomorrow."
     "Eh?"
     Exasperation filled Nabiki at the innocent expression on his
face.  She pushed against his back automatically.  "Mouuu... have
you forgotten that calendar shoot *already*?"  Her hand moved
again, of its own will, drifting up to his trapezius.  Renewed
tingling in her breasts distracted her again.
     "What time is it set for, oneechan?" asked Akane.
     Nabiki hardly heard her sister, but forced herself to
answer.  "Eleven o'clock.  We'll need to leave at ten."  She
forced herself to remove her hand, hoping against hope that Ranma
wouldn't look at her, notice her nipples that were surely tenting
her nightgown.  Time to go, before something happened.
     "Well, better get back to bed.  Coming, Akane?" she asked as
she got to her feet.
     Akane smiled, and Nabiki was a little surprised to see
hesitation there.  "Ranma... do you mind if I... I want to..."
     Ranma looked at his fiancee blankly.  "Want to what?"
     Akane looked down and Nabiki could see her cheeks go pink.
"Would you... would you hold me?"
     Ranma automatically lifted his hand to play with his hair,
smiling embarrassedly.  After a moment he nodded, and Akane let
him go.
     Nabiki grinned and shook her head, then, acting on impulse,
quickly knelt back down, this time behind Ranma.  "Well, I hope
you sleep well, little brother," she said as she hugged him from
behind, her arms around his shoulders and her body pressed
briefly, warmly against his back.  Then she got up again and
walked to the door of the bedroom before her will deserted her.
"See you in the morning."
     "Good night, oneechan," said Akane with a brilliant smile.
Ranma just gave a distracted smile as Nabiki quietly closed the
door.
     Back in her room, in her bed, Nabiki cast her mind to
Ranma's room.  They would be alone in there all night, Genma
having gone off somewhere suddenly that evening, and she found
herself fantasising about what they might get up to.
     Sexual heat warmed her, and finally she gave in and cast off
her night clothes and began to caress herself.  What were they
doing in Ranma's room?  She ran her fingers lightly along the
base of her breasts, tracing the sensitive skin where her breasts
joined her chest, then ran them up slowly to her now-erect
nipples.  She wriggled her legs together at the sensation,
imagining that it was Ranma caressing her so, feeling the wet
heat between her legs enhanced by the pressure from her thighs.
     Nabiki imagined what Akane had in mind when she had made
that request of Ranma.  It wasn't like her to be so forward,
maybe she wanted to... just as Nabiki wanted to...  Yes, put
herself in Akane's place and imagine, what are they doing?
     
     The sound of Akane's voice interrupted Nabiki's
masturbation.  Curiosity and vicarious lust filled her... could
it be that little sister was getting up to something nasty?
Quickly wiping her hands on the sheets, Nabiki threw on her
nightie and padded silently to the doorway of Ranma's room.
     Light peeked from under the door.  A soft, wet smack came
from inside the room.  Impulsively, careless of detection, Nabiki
gently slid the door a little to one side, making a narrow gap
which she could look through and spy on the two lovebirds.
     The sight that greeted her made her stifle a gasp.  Ranma
was sitting cross-legged on his futon, and Akane was sitting in
his lap facing him, her legs around his waist.  They were almost
side-on to the door.
     They were kissing, a little awkwardly but still learning.
Nabiki could see the bare cheeks of Akane's buttocks beneath her
short nightgown and knew that her sister wasn't wearing any
panties.  She wondered if Ranma knew yet, as her right hand stole
beneath her own nightie to caress the silky hair of her pussy.
Gently she eased her legs a little and ran one finger along her
puffy slit, still aroused from her interrupted masturbation
session.  She was still wet, and out of habit lifted her finger
to her mouth to taste her own juices.  She liked the flavour, it
excited her, and as she watched Akane's bare bum she found
herself wondering whether other people tasted different.  What
her sister tasted like.  What Ranma tasted like.
     The kiss broke at last with another of those wet smacking
sounds, and Ranma's face was full of wonder, his eyes only for
Akane.  His hands were moving a little over her back now, moving
the nightie a little as well, until Akane took one of his arms
and brought it around in between them.  She took his hand in both
of hers and turned it so the palm faced her and the fingers
pointed upwards, the hand bent back at the wrist, then drew it
towards her.  Nabiki watched enviously as Akane gently but firmly
placed Ranma's hand on her breast, then leaned her head back in
reaction as her fiancee began to carress the sensitive flesh
through her nightie.
     Nabiki had a wicked thought.  She decided to use her own
hands to duplicate Ranma's actions on her own body.  Suiting
action to thought, she brought one hand up to caress her breast,
the action sending fire through her body.
     Inside, Ranma was gently rubbing Akane's breast, his fingers
straight and together.  Nabiki could see how her sister's firm
flesh bulged a little beneath the pressure of Ranma's touch,
shrinking and growing as he moved his hand gently in a circular
motion.
     She watched them kiss again, fitting together better this
time, as she used straight fingers to simulate Ranma's motion on
her sister's breast.  Her nipple was trapped between two of her
fingers and the gentle compression of the tissues was warming her
as she moved her hand in a broad circular motion.  It was all she
could do to stop herself bringing her other hand to bear, but she
stuck to her plan determinedly.
     Through the crack of the open door, she saw her sister bite
her lip as Ranma began to experiment.  With a wondering
expression, he took his hand away and gently pinched Akane's
erect nipple through her nightgown.  Gently he rolled it, the
light material creasing as it twisted, first one way and then the
other.
     Fire began to burn in Nabiki's breasts and loins as she
automatically duplicated Ranma's actions, her eyes fixed, staring
single-mindedly at the pair inside the room through the narrow
crack she had created.
     Ranma went back to the flat-handed technique that Akane had
started him with, and Nabiki watched her sister lean into the
caress.  Again the pair kissed, this time fitting perfectly, eyes
closing automatically.  Nabiki saw her sister's jaw open a
little, and smiled to herself as a momentary start flashed
through Ranma's body.  Then they were French kissing, really
getting into it, and Akane's arms went around Ranma's shoulders,
caressing those warm, silken, but iron-hard bulges that Nabiki
remembered from her earlier caress of his back.  Her fingertips
tingled in memory as she firmly pressed her own breasts to
imitate Akane's feeling as Ranma abandoned her chest and ran his
arms around her back to draw her in closer.
     After several minutes of this, Akane began to lift up
Ranma's top, but it was too firmly tucked into his waistband to
easily come up.  Eventually she broke the kiss, and sat back a
little, balancing on his thighs.  Ranma looked puzzled, noted
Nabiki with a smirk.
     "What's wrong?" he asked.
     "Your top," said Akane as she took a firm grip on the base
of the shirt.  Nabiki wasn't sure what Ranma did, but suddenly
the base was free.  He let Akane drag it up and over his arms,
which he obligingly held up, and then they were kissing again.
She watched enviously as her sister ran her hands over Ranma's
now-bare shoulders and back, and she could hear her low moans of
encouragement as his hands began finally to roam, first over her
back and shoulders, then finally, hesitantly, over the firm
contours of her hips and, at last, her buttocks.
     When Ranma's hands encountered the bare skin of Akane's
buttocks, he stopped still, sucking in air through his nose as
his eyes opened in surprise.
     "Surprised?" asked Akane softly, her eyes glinting
mischeviously.
     Dumbfounded, Ranma could only nod.
     "Please, take it off me," she said, holding up her arms.
     Moving at a glacial pace, his expression surprised and
pleased and loving enough to make Nabiki's heart beat faster,
Ranma took the bottom hem of Akane's nightie in his fingers and
slowly raised his arms.  He stared at the warm flesh of his love
as it came into view, his view finally fixing on her breasts,
with their pinkish-brown, erect nipples.
     Lost in the moment, Nabiki took off her nightie, too.
Momentarily annoyed when her view was cut off by the cloth as she
removed it, she dropped it beside her in the darkened hallway
leaned closer to the narrow crack of light.
     For a very long time, nothing was said.  Akane watched
Ranma's eyes roam over her body.  With a mischevious smile, she
brought her hands down to rest on Ranma's thighs and, showing
great strength, pressed herself from her sitting position in a
gymnast's move until her legs were straight and she was able to
place her feet on the floor.  Then she put her weight on her feet
and gracefully stood in front of her fiancee, finally standing
upright with her hands behind her back.
     Nabiki took the chance to take a good look at her sister's
body.  Sure, she'd seen her in the bathroom before now, but never
in a sexual situation.  Akane seemed to be enjoying Ranma's
amazed attention as she stood naked before him.
     She had always thought that Akane's body was nowhere near as
good as hers, that she had been blessed with the good body of the
family.  But now, with her sister standing, displaying herself,
she saw that it was only because Akane was such a fitness nut
that she wasn't giving her a run for her money... everywhere
Nabiki looked, firm, toned muscles lurked beneath her skin with
but little fat, only her legs and buttocks showing any real sign
of the smooth shapeliness that was the female heritage, and even
there they were shaped by the powerful muscles beneath.  Her
sister was not a bodybuilder, and did not have the gross muscle
mass of those people, but everywhere there was evidence of hard
training... and her firm, upright carriage had its own beauty.
     Ranma took his time surveying his fiancee, taking in her
firm breasts with their pink-brown nipples firmly erect and the
black, narrow vee of her pubic hair decorating her mound, until
finally his gaze settled on her face.  "You're beautiful," he
said softly.
     At this, Akane smiled a scintillating smile and reached down
to take Ranma's hands.  He got easily to his feet.
     Nabiki's eyes were drawn to the huge tent that was revealed
in his pants as he stood.  She found herself hungering to see it,
wishing that they would go quicker, but she knew that Akane would
take it slow, wanting to make her first time good.
     But she was surprised as her sister again brought Ranma's
hand to her breast.  He smiled and, without prompting, brought
his other hand to play.  Nabiki stifled a groan as her own busy
hands again began duplicating Ranma's moves on her own body, her
actions sending shocks racing up and down her spine, each leaving
a residue of heat in her already-sticky pussy.
     Akane threw her head back, revelling in the sensations as
Ranma caressed her breasts with his strong, warm hands and kissed
her neck.  Almost automatically she brought her arms around his
head and gently pushed him towards her breast.  Nabiki wondered
briefly at the action, then recalled the magazines her sister had
"borrowed" from her, taking them from her room and later sneaking
back to return them, no doubt hoping that their absence had not
been noticed.  Womens' magazines that often featured frank
articles.  One of the articles in particular stuck in her mind,
an explicit piece on how to have great sex that had shocked her
when she had read it.  She wondered whether Akane had that
article in mind now that she was in the right situation.
     Akane smiled as Ranma seemed to get the right idea as he
began to lick and suck at her right breast even as his hand kept
up its attentions on the other one.  Nabiki saw her legs tremble
a little as he continued his attentions.  Akane tightened her
hold on his head, firmly holding his head in place, and slowly
sank to his futon.
     But as she moved, her legs inevitably moved as well, and
Nabiki thought she saw a brief gleam of liquid on Akane's inner
thighs, hard evidence of just how excited her sister was.
Curiously, she ran a finger of her along her own inner thighs,
and was not surprised that she, too, was so excited that she was
leaking.  She licked her finger to clean it then quickly returned
her wet finger to her breast, attempting to simulate Ranma's
actions again.
     Ranma lifted his head from Akane's right breast and moved
his attentions to the left, while his hand wandered up and down
her body, stopping and one extreme to tweak her now super-
sensitive nipple, and at the other his hand caressed her thighs,
just brushing lightly over her pubes, as if unsure of whether she
wanted him to actually touch that most private of places... but
when at last he made direct contact, brushing his hand against
her, her body surged upwards against his hand and a groan escaped
from her suddenly-slack lips.
     The strength of her reaction surprised Nabiki.  Ranma
stopped his actions.  "Are you okay?" he said in a voice that
only barely carried to the doorway.
     Akane answered by putting her hands to his head and dragging
him up to receive a high-voltage kiss.
     As they kissed, Ranma allowed his hand to drape over the
juncture of her thighs, stroking gently.  Akane's thighs parted
under his hand and then he had direct access to her sex.  Nabiki
watched enviously as his strong hand dipped between her sister's
thighs, moving slowly and with an odd delicacy.  She saw his
fingers come away wet before they dipped again, and it struck
Nabiki that unlike most males, according to *those* articles, he
was not overdoing it, taking it gently.  How would he know to...?
Then the answer struck Nabiki, distracting her momentarily from
her own activities as she berated herself for not seeing the
obvious.
     With a feather-light touch, he stroked her pussy from bottom
to top, running a finger along the slick inner lips.  Akane broke
their kiss as she suddenly gasped for breath, and Ranma took the
opportunity to watch her face as he continued to stroke and
probe, avoiding for the moment that sensitive little nub of
flesh.
     Nabiki watched and duplicated his actions as best she could,
her own legs spread to give herself access to her pussy, stroking
with experienced fingers as she watched Ranma's fingers make her
sister's body jump and writhe even as he used his mouth to kiss
her breasts, neck, ears, and lips.  Akane's hands weren't idle
either, but they mostly spent their time either grabbing Ranma's
ears or roaming over his back and shoulders.  Envy burned within
Nabiki almost as brightly as the hot pleasure that filled her as
she stroked her own pussy lips, spreading her own ample lubricant
about and getting ready to plunge her practiced fingers within
herself when things finally got that far.  She wanted so much to
be in Akane's place; she knew that what was going on in there was
far more than just sex... it was an expression of love.
     Akane's breathing became more urgent, her hands on Ranma's
trapezius gripping tightly as she climbed towards the peak.  His
hand moved more quickly, then, with a brief smile, she was his
hand move differently and she knew he was now caressing her
sister's clitoris.  Akane's body went rigid, her body spasming,
and she came, and came, and came.  Her hands pulled him to her
tightly... then she relaxed, breathing deeply.  She took his head
in her hands and looked him in the eyes, her own eyes shimmering
with happiness, just before she drew him in for another high-
voltage kiss.
     "I guess you liked that then?" he said at last, softly.
     She poked him in the ribs even as she smiled brilliantly.
"Baka.  Of course I did."  She pushed him back a little and sat
up.
     "Now what?"
     Akane started to pull at the cord at Ranma's waist that kept
his black Chinese trousers up.  He quickly got the idea and
stood, efficiently loosening the ties at the ankles and waist and
then slipping them off.  He was about to slip off his boxers when
Akane suddenly knelt before him.  "Don't, Ranma.  Let me."
     Surprised, he let his hands fall to his sides.  Akane
settled herself on her heels and looked up at him, her head a
little below his crotch.  The front of the boxers were hugely
tented, the fabric taut, and Akane smiled and licked her lips as
she slowly reached up and grasped the waistband.
     Slowly she slid them down, his erect penis coming slowly
into view, the head held down by the waist of the boxers until
finally, with a quick yank, Akane pulled them the rest of the way
and Ranma's stiff prick stood proud, sticking straight out from
his groin.
     Akane stared at it, fascinated, and gently wrapped one hand
around the stiff shaft.  Her small hand could not encircle it,
she discovered, but she gently pumped her hand up and down the
shaft a little, fascinated by the rich interplay of textures:
The silken smooth skin which slid so easily over the hot,
slightly-bumpy, iron-hard core.
     She continued this for a few moments, until suddenly she saw
Ranma's stomach muscles tense.  Immediately she stopped, and let
go her new toy.  "Lie down, Ranma," she said.
     He lay down on the futon, then watched as she straddled his
hips, pushing his erect cock down against his stomach so that the
length of it lay along her hot, wet pussy.  She slid along it a
few times, with difficulty at first but then easily as her fluids
lubricated his cock.  Slowly he felt her open up as she slid her
pussy easily along the length of his shaft.  A flush coloured her
cheeks and her nipples stood out rock hard again, and she began
to breathe more deeply... and then she leaned forward and pushed
harder, moving more quickly...
     Outside, Nabiki whimpered as she ran the edge of her hand
and thumb along her pussy, simulating the frotting that Akane was
doing with Ranma.  She made long, firm strokes, her lubricant
coating her hand and even more running out of her.  She had
never, never been this turned on before... and they hadn't even
got to the finale, yet.  Urgently she played with her nipples
with her free hand, unable to control herself.
     Inside, Akane had stopped her motion.  She had come all the
way forward, sliding off Ranma's prick, and now Nabiki could see
it jutting up, glistening wetly, behind her sister's ass.  Akane
was kissing Ranma deeply, urgently, then pushed herself upright
and half-squatted to position herself above his erection.  With
one hand to coordinate things, she lowered herself and gently
introduced the head of his penis into her vagina, then stopped.
     She leaned on Ranma's chest with her hands, and Ranma put
his hands on her arms as she slowly lowered herself.  Nabiki
thrust her fingers into herself, her legs splayed obscenely to
give herself access, bent over but her head tilted back to watch
through the narrow gap as she watched the play of emotion on her
sister's face... the inward-looking eyes, the small grunts as she
slowly, so slowly lowered herself on Ranma's rod.  She would look
into his eyes for a moment, then her gaze would turn inwards once
more as she took another centimetre into her, until finally she
was fully down and their pubic hair meshed.
     Akane let her breath out in a rush, taking a deep breath as
she brought Ranma's hands to her breasts.  Her smile was odd,
accomplishment mixing with pride and love as she at last looked
fully into his stunned eyes.  "I love you," she said as she
raised herself an inch or two then lowered herself gently again.
     "I love you too," said Ranma breathlessly as he played with
her nipples, his own gaze turning inwards as he fought for
control, to delay his release for Akane's sake.  Hard, so hard,
everything within him urged for release, but somehow he held off
the crisis.
     This time Akane rose almost to the point of losing him from
within her, then settled down again more confidently.  "Aaaaah,"
she breathed as his rod filled her and her clitoris was mashed
against the padded firmness of his pubic bone.  As Nabiki
watched, she moved faster and faster until at last she held
herself down against Ranma, her back arched in orgasm, and then
Ranma grunted and the ridged muscle of his abdomen stood out
starkly, and Nabiki knew that he was coming inside her sister.
     And then it was over, Akane collapsing against Ranma, trying
to keep him inside her as he softened, shrinking.  But Nabiki had
not yet come; she was close, so close that she whimpered in
frustration even as she thrust three fingers in and out of
herself.  Convinced that the show was finished, she turned her
attention to herself again, whimpering with her burning need to
orgasm, bending her head to watch herself as she strummed her
clit even as she thrust frantically with her other hand,
reaching, reaching, getting closer, until...
     The door was whisked open and Nabiki froze, staring stupidly
at the naked Ranma standing in the doorway, trapped with her legs
splayed wide and one hand pushing three fingers up her pussy, and
the other positioned to stroke her clit.
     "Well, if it isn't Nabiki-neechan," said Ranma with a smile.
Nabiki wanted to look up at his face but her gaze was held by his
again-inflating cock, still glistening wetly with the mixed come
from himself and Akane.
     Nabiki's mind shrieked at her to run away, to reach out and
grasp that fine specimen of manhood, to stroke her clit... and
she was trapped motionless in her ridiculous, obscene pose.
     Ranma stepped out of the way of Akane's vision and Nabiki
looked up, her hands still between her legs, starting to feel
totally embarrassed.  She saw Akane's eyes go wide.
     "Nabiki-oneechan?" she asked in a surprised voice.  Then, a
moment later, a smile worked its way across her face.  "Ask her
inside please, Ranma."
     Smiling, Ranma reached out a hand to Nabiki.  The touch of
his hand on her shoulder broke Nabiki's paralysis and she looked
up at his face guiltily, pulling her fingers out of herself as
she straightened.  Under gentle urging from his hand, she stepped
inside even as she felt the strong, warm touch of his fingers as
an increased warmth and desire in her sopping pussy.
     Akane patted the futon beside her and made room for her to
sit down.  She did so, and was amazed when Akane pushed her
shoulders hard, forcing her to lie back.  "What...?"
     "I think I know the perfect punishment for spying on us, o-
ne-e-cha-n," said Akane with a glint in her eye.  She reached out
for Ranma's again-erect prick and began to stroke it, her hand
moving easily over his slick member.  "Ne, Ranma?"
     "Eh?" grunted Ranma, but got the idea when Akane pointed to
her elder sister.  "Oh, yes, I agree absolutely."  He turned his
head to address Nabiki.  "Spread your legs, neechan."
     "Wha... why?"
     Akane placed her hand on Ranma's shoulder and said, "You
want to be fucked, don't you, oneechan?"
     Nabiki found herself nodding, and she spread her legs wide,
showng off her flexibility by doing a split.  As she did so she
felt the petals of her inner lips pull apart, and she visualised
to herself how she was displaying her innermost secrets to her
sister and, more importantly, Ranma.  Her nipples throbbed as she
felt his gaze between her legs.
     Akane reached between her legs and stroked the inner thighs
briefly before running her fingers delicately along the blood-
engorged inner lips of her sister's pussy.  Nabiki shuddered at
the sensation and at the taboo feeling of what her sister was
doing, but held her pose.
     "Wow, she's certainly ready, Ranma.  Go for it, boy."
     Nabiki watched a little nervously as Ranma positioned
himself above her.  She felt something hot bump against her
nether lips and wondered briefly what it was before she realised
that it must be Ranma.  She bit her lip and closed her eyes,
anticipating entry, but for a long moment nothing happened.
     She opened her eyes to see Ranma hovering above her, his
eyes on hers.  After a moment he took her right hand in his left
hand, intertwining the fingers, then did the same with her other
hand.  He smiled at her, then leaned forward, putting his weight
on his hands... and just incidentally completely trapping her.
Her hands were being held above her head, and she was helpless,
in his control, even as now, finally, his penis began to probe at
her entrace in earnest.
     For a short time nothing much happened, then she heard her
sister say, "Here, let me."  And then something pushed Ranma's
penis properly into her hole, she saw Ranma smile and he caught
her eyes with his, and then, slowly, so slowly but seemingly
without end, he pushed himself into her.
     The sensation was unimaginable.  Fingers, her hairbrush,
were no comparison to what she was feeling now... for Ranma was
larger than these, longer, and more to the point, *warm*.  She
wanted to cry out but held her voice out of long habit, but she
could not close her eyes to concentrate on these new, intense
feelings as Ranma's eyes would not allow her to.
     Now at last something brushed against her clitoris and lips:
Ranma.  At last he was in all the way, and the extra burst of
sensation made her buck her hips involuntarily.
     And then he began to withdraw.  She moaned in a low voice,
complaining, but Ranma had other plans:  When only his tip was
inside her, he pushed back inside again.
     Again and again this happened, until at last in a burst of
coherent thought Nabiki realised that they were fucking, her
first time and it was so wonderful, before a sea of sensation
washed away intelligence and she was a vessel of nerves, reacting
to the stimulation of her sex.  On and on it went, faster and
faster, she now writhing against Ranma's hands and hips, until
finally she came, and came, and came.
     And then Ranma was coming, she could feel his iron rod
throbbing within her, and somehow that elevated her to a higher
orgasmic plane, a sea of sensation she had never before even
contemplated.
     
     Nabiki exhaled in a rush as she withdrew her hands from
between her legs.  Breathing heavily, she let her head lie back
heavily in her pillow, and absently brought one hand with its
wrinkled fingers up to her mouth.
     This had been the best yet, she mused to herself as her eyes
went to her open window and the stars outside.  Absently she
licked her finger, enjoying the taste and wondering if she would
ever be brave enough to actually....
     Nabiki lay in her bed, nude, the covers kicked off and her
nightie on the floor by the bed, as the wind gently stirred the
curtains.  The air was not too cool, but a comfortable resting
temperature, and with one index finger in her mouth Nabiki slept
the dreamless sleep of sexual exhaustion.
     
     
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     Author's Notes:  Just in case it wasn't perfectly clear,
Nabiki fantasised the whole episode.  Ranma and Akane are
sleeping, chastely, in his room.  You'd better believe that if
this was really happening (instead of Nabiki's fantasy), it
wouldn't have happened this way.  (At least, not if *I* was
writing it.)
     Why did I do it?  No reason in particular, but I've been
wanting to try my hand at writing a lemon to see how I went.
This story makes almost zero contribution to the plot of
Nekophobia as a whole; I just wanted to see what happened if I
let Nabiki's feelings for Ranma run rampant.  And finally, there
was the opportunity, and I was able to come up with a way of
doing a lemon that didn't do major damage to the main plot.  So
here we are.  I hope that, having got this far, you liked it.
     But what about the blood and pain and so on, I hear you ask?
Weren't both girls virgins?  A worthwhile question, but one whose
answer should be obvious.  Firstly, this is a fantasy, but
anyway...  Akane lost her hymen during marital arts training; it
is common for this to occur due to the rigors of kicking etc.
(It's also common for female horse riders to lose their hymens
during a ride, and there are good physiological reasons why girls
like horse-riding so much.)  We can assume that she would have
told her sisters due to the unexpected bleeding, pain etc so
Nabiki could be expected to now of such a thing.  (Also, girls
Talk.  About stuff guys would never *dream* of sharing with
another guy.)
     As for Nabiki, well, she seems to be into masturbation
seriously.  A quick (or careless) thrust with a hairbrush would
have disposed of any problem there.  And of course she would know
if she had broken her own hymen.
     But how does Ranma know his way around Akane's pussy?  Oh
come *on*, this one's gotta be obvious.  Ranma has to go to the
toilet as a woman occasionally, so of *course* he's gotta know
what's going on, just as a matter of hygiene.
     And the magazines that Akane had "borrowed"?  For the moment
we can assume that that's just Nabiki rationalizing, but boys, if
you've never read Cleo or Cosmopolitan, you're in for a surprise.
We live in a society with a sexual double standard and these
magazines (and others like them) exploit this ruthlessly.
     Finally, why are Nabiki's fingers wrinkled?  Well, try
dipping your hands in warm water for an hour and see what happens
to them.
     
     
--
David Eddy - Senior Consultant, Progress Software Melbourne
dje@progress.com

Screening Coordinator and Subbing Bunny, Melbourne Anime Society
My home page is at http://nabiki.newberry.edu/DEddy