THREE SISTER'S TAILS
Part 1: The Bitch, the Slut and the Lesbian.

Written by Kanomi <kanomi@hisnhers.com>

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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.  Standard disclaimer applies.

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.

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"What are you doing, Ranma-kun?"

The question hit Ranma with as much power as 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, and he almost struck his
head against Nabiki's in this motion. Somehow he managed not to hit her,
but caught her, falling over on top of her, landing with her pinned
underneath him, on the bed, their limbs tangled. Classic Takahashi mayhem.

Nabiki had the wind knocked out of her, but nothing more. Catching her
breath, and her wits, she considered.  Ranma was simply rigid with panic,
unable to move off by himself.

Well, well well. Did I say rigid?  Nabiki's thigh rose, and pressed right
at Ranma's crotch, slowly grinding as she started to grin. Well, he wasn't
but he sure was getting there *now*. And the look on his face was
priceless. Almost. Nothing was quite priceless, but sometimes, you had to
pay yourself some luxury to know how rich you were.

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.  Nabiki didn't quite like the idea of Akane finding a
hard-on ridden Ranma stumbling out of her room, somehow. So she decided to
consolidate her position somewhat. Placing her hands on each sides of his
face, she wrenched it back around to look down at her, and grabbing into
his ears, she yanked him down, leaning up to meet halfway and kissed him.  
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 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 her door and
whispering 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 slightly harder tug at the rigid shaft she was
holding through his pants. "Producing evidence item number one," she
whispered back. He got the meaning and shut up.

So now she let her fingertip brush down from his chin, then softly
caressing his throat, while she kept massaging his rock-hard manhood
through his clothes.

Then she let go of him, and, using both hands, she smoothed them over his
body, from his stomach to his shoulder, pulling up his shirt as she did
so, exposing that finely sculpted chest of his. She knelt down at that
time, bent over, and kissed at his flat belly while she undid the string
tying his pants up, and then kissed up, to his pecs, licking at his
nipples, teasing him, feeling his erection quite literally pulse against
her hip, which was brushing against it.

This was quite 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, as she
dabbed her tongue at his nipples again, lips leaping from one side of his
chest to the other.

Ranma chose that moment to explode stickily in her hand, with a deep,
hoarse groan of pleasure.

Nabiki looked down disgustedly at her hand covered with his spunk and
shook her head. "Saotome, you're really 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, there was the idea. 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."

"Well, well, well... Getting some business senses, 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. 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 tush against his sticky member, stroking him with the
smooth massage of her panties dragging against his hot, stiffening flesh
while she undid and threw away her mini-skirt. Soon, he was fully hard
again, one of the wonders of adolescence.

Nabiki wriggled out of her panties, giving Ranma a tempting view as she
lifted her rear to push them down, then slid them off her legs. Long legs.
Shapely legs.  Ranma 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 and pushed him back again, straightening and then
straddling 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 your next
turn. But right now you already owe me one."

She was squirming, ridding 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, until, with a
stiffening of her whole body, she came, quietly.  And 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.

"Well, Saotome, I came, so I guess that was good enough.. Turnabout is
fair play. 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 kissed him, brushing her lips over the searingly hot bulk of his
member, he shook his hips, until she pushed down on them, to keep him
still while she started to lap at him with a deft, swirling tongue, and
then swallowed him, to bob her head over his erection, her lips sliding
over the taut muscle thrumming with his desperate need. 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?" But then she took hold of him, and stroked him. 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 thought, as she saw him rise again in her hand.

This time, she decided to cut 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, dragging its swollen, blunt tip against her lips,
spreading them, while watching 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, "Move up and
down a bit, there.. like that.. Aahh.. isn't that good?"

Ranma nodded, pushing his hips up, slowly at first, then with more and
more ease, feeling the hot snuggly hold of her all around him, sliding
with a moist suction that made him tremble with 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. Her firm breasts clad in a little frilly white
bra were jiggling with the rhythm of their coupling, offering an exciting
view to Ranma.

Still bouncing on top of him, she undid the bra, enough to push the cups
up above her breast, and fondle and play with them, pinching her nipples
and closing her eyes. Soon, she took off, slapping down against him
harder, faster, and he joined her into the hastening of the pace, finally
spilling himself into her as she continued to drive down on top of him, on
top of his spurting cock hurriedly, until she too gasped, her inner
muscles squeezing tight around him and she came again.

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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
Nabiki was streching, her legs nder the table. And she had he foot up
along his leg, 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 noticed, 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, and fled the room as fast as he could.

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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 client could as well replace any other
clients. 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 rather noisy.

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.

"Boy, are those two athletic, or what?"

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.

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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 fianc�e.  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'd try and see if he could get lucky with Kasumi.  
"Maybe she gives good head?" Ranma thought, and then shook his head again.
He was turning into a complete pervert.

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"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 thinking, you know, our parents... The engagement. Well,
Akane and I.. Huh.."

"Oh my, Ranma-kun." said Kasumi, "Are you saying you would like to be
engaged to me instead of Akane?"

"Huh? No! Well, maybe. Kinda. I mean, Akane and me, we kinda... ARGH!  
Akane and me we're not hitting it off, y'know?"

"Ah." she said, then looked pensive. "I see, and you would like to see if
we're sexually compatible, Ranma-kun?"

Ranma blinked. How the heck had she gotten that from what he'd said? Okay,
so it wasn't *quite* it, but she'd somehow seen right through his
stammering, and put the best face possible on what he wanted.

"Huh, yeah, that's it. You know, before changing the engagement or
anything."

Kasumi smiled, and Ranma felt slimy. She was so nice. And he was getting
another hard-on as his eyes, of their own accord, slid down to stare at
her chest and he started trying to picture just how big her breasts were.

"You found out you weren't compatible with Nabiki, 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.

"Poor Ranma-kun. Come with me, and don't be afraid, I'd never dump you
just because I thought you weren't exactly the kind of lover I was
fantasizing about."

As she said this, she got up and took his hand in hers, and guided him to
her room, locking the door behind them.

---

Kasumi made him sit at the edge of her bed, and then, standing a few paces
away, she reached behind her head to unbind her hair, which now fell
loosely over her shoulders when she shook her head.  Then when she started
unbuttoning her blouse, revealing more and more skin that made Ranma ache,
and turned him hard as rock.

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.

Indeed, from the moment she let her hair down, Kasumi had stopped looking
like the perfect little housewife, and 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.

When she turned around, and undid her skirt to let it fall at her feet,
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.  Her legs were long, still clad in sheer hose that gave
them 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, much larger than
Nabiki's, and 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, and then she engulfed him in the
hot caress of her mouth, 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. 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. Ranma stared a moment when 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.

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, already 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, I'm a dirty, cheap whore ready for your cock...  
ram it in, Ranma-kun, show me what a man you are!"

Guiding himself eagerly, he dragged his swollen member against her,
pressed firmly against her, and then 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. For, suddenly, 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 looked back over her shoulder, as she held
his manhood, rubbing it lightly. Gone was the tone she used when using
dirty talk, 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, while pushing her whole body back,
and he felt her opening 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 Kasumi.  "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 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 his seed deep into her.  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, and started jerking him off this
way, 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.

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."

"She always said she hated boys."

"Not always. I remember the first time she said it."

<begin flashback sequence>

We see a younger Kasumi in the furo with Akane.  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 hugs her little sister and asks "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
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, my little sister's eyes lit up.  Hero-
worship? Well, 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..."

<end flashback sequence>

"And left unsaid, the end of the story that 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, then 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?" and when she
nodded he crawled on top of her. He reached across, 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 was 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 Kasumi.  The oral quiz at the
end of the main course was a tremendous success.

-----------

>From out of the kitchen, Soun called "Kasumi-chan, how's dinner coming?"

Kasumi mmmphed, 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 right then, 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, on 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
fianc�'s cum. For the first time, she found Ranma's semen a little 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.

-----------

Ranma was trying to follow the course. It was so slow and tedious. He kept
glancing at the clock.

Then 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 her and pulling her, her lips
pried open by his turgid member, 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've 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 into her mouth, 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 the well
between her 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 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 rather 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 the 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.  Finaly, 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. "Hey, I know
that cut, it's Nabiki," thought Ryouga to himself.  He walked in more and
looked to be sure. 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 as he was mostly flying off the ground by this point. Even
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 while she was moving 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 had her hands on her
buttocks, holding them apart for Ranma.

There was a gasp, and Nabiki bit her lips as Ranma forced her unconcscious
resistance. Thankfully, he'd used plenty of lubricant.  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.

Then they started to move again, Nabiki bouncing anew on top of him, at
first tentatively, then faster, as she got used to it, Ranma's hips
smacking against her as she held her cheeks spread, so he could admire the
way his member pumped greasily 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 punctuated with gasps and
other exclamations.

"You're a whore, Nabiki", he commented, giving harder jolts of his hips
against her, watching her bounce all the higher on top of his rod.

"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, still humping up against
her, while he reached to the nightstand for her change purse, and then
opened it, to extract a coin. It was a five yen piece.

Ranma gripped into Nabiki's hair, forcing her to arch her head back,
baring her throat, as his chest brushed against back, his rigid member
sliding 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 of the 5 yen piece caught at
her upraised nipple. 

Nabiki shuddered, as cool metal brushed against her hot skin, moaning
louder, 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, grubbing 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 grabbed
it.

Then Nabiki was pushed to the side, and she fell with a yelp of surprise,
finding herself rolled over, propped, bottom raised and face pushed down
into a pillow, her chest and belly dragging over the coins he'd sprinkled
the bed with. When Ranma moved on top of her, aimed and shoved himself
into her rear again, rewarded by a jerk of her whole body stiffening
underneath his, she felt the cold touches all over, especially at her
breasts, some coins sticking to her skin and catching at her nipples. She
couldn't deny the excitement as Ranma abased and abused her. He then
resumed driving himself into her, now more furious, deeper, harder
thrusts, each one 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 shoving it into her sex
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 and 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
bandana. 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 boy." 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 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 slightly 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, catching faster than ever before what Ryouga was about to
say, suddenly feeling Akane's presence a little further and to teh right,
with every pore in his body. 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 bandana'd boy jumped to his feet and screamed "DIEEEEEEE!!!!" as he
charged Ranma, who side-stepped him, kicking him hard into the small of
his back, and watched him crash right through the outer wall.

"Oh boy." said Ranma, peering around the corner of the wall, to watch
Ryouga getting lost again. "RANMAAAA!! WHERE'D YOU RUN TO?!! I'M GONNA
FIND YOU AND ..."  his voice faded in the distance as he continued to run.  
Ranma wiped his brow. Close shave, that.

----------------

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, the jarring stopping
suddenly as she finished her question.

"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 was realizing something else. 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. Shampoo would be laughing if she only knew what he knew about
Akane. "Pervert girl. Hmmph!"

----------------

The dojo floor resounded with the smack of a body hitting it, again.  
Ranma, in his girl form, had defeated Akane, unsurprisingly. The red-
headed 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. Oh. He just sidestepped in what looked, even to her, as a blur,
and threw out a leg, tripping her. She hit the floor again.  Head first.
That hurt.

Akane's head rang a moment, then cleared just as Ranma was leaning above
her, to offer her head 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.

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!" she kept telling
herself, sometimes cutting the litany with "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 burried 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 wa
so strong, yet so soft, Akane couldn't fight her, she'd seen in the dojo,
she was completely at the mercy of this redheaded breathtakingly beautiful
girl.

When Ranma started undoing the belt of her gi, she remained limp, not
fighting her anymore. When Ranma made her roll onto her back, she still
wasn't fighting, but she was just looking at the ceiling. Which means she
never saw Ranma lean over her, to kiss her. It came as another shock,
making her stiffen bodily her in place, like an electrical shock softly
caressing her lips, while deft hands opened her gi, pushing it down from
her shoulders, baring her chest, her top lifted underneath, and then her
sports bra pushed off, so that as Ranma 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, now closing her eyes, answering thee
kiss with fiery passion.  Ranma was surprised, and then delighted, as she
responded with her own burning desires, kissing hard, letting her hands
slide down along Akane's sides, caressing softly, flicking her fingertips
along the skin almost ticklishly light.

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 her hands slid up, to cup Akane's breasts, her touch
featherlight, 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, dabbing more kisses as she did.

Akane squealed delightedly, playing with Ranma's hair a bit, then reaching
down the shorter girl's front to take hold of the wonderfully maleable,
yet buoyant breasts, feeling the poke of nipples against her palms as her
fingers almost circled the ample roundnesses they peak.

Squeezing and rubbing Ranma this way, Akane was also breathing shallowly
and quickly, as her own bust was being caressed, licked and sucked on,
although Ranma was still avoiding the tempting, now raised points of her
lover's nipples.

"Oooooh" went Akane, shivering, "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 aures 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.

Then 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 in 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 greated 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, desperate driving Akane, 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, her strokes sending her tongue deeper and
deeper into her lover's sex, her hands now 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 small, 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, leaving her 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 entengled 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. 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
to sleep.

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The next day, all was calm and relaxed in the Tendo dojo. The children
were laughing and the carp was undisturbed that day by any falling bodies.

In the laundry room, Kasumi stopped a moment in her chores, to peer at one
particular set of bed sheets, her expression unreadable. After a few
moments she shrugged her shoulders and put everything in for the washing
while humming a little tune.

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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 bandana, 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 his most powerful organ, 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 alright, 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, 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 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.

The scene came into focus in his mind with singular clarity all of a
sudden. A clarity of mind 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 caringly soft, 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.

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,
slightly on the heavy side, but again, he wasn't much of a judge of this,
since, yes, he'd seen a lot of breasts, it happened all the time to him.
But 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, and his fingers did not notice 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
ever 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, forming a thatched
triangle at the meeting of her thighs, and those thighs themselves, smooth
and shapely. And then there was the way her breasts jiggled when she had
moved.  When she turned around, his hard-on sprang up tautly, and he found
he was panting quickly as his gaze was following all the curves and smooth
roundnesses forming her gorgeous backside.

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 bosomed..  Mmm? Where'd
that... Oh, his hands had cupped her breasts, and he was, with great care,
caressing them, and she seemed to be enjoying that for she almost
literally purred and wriggled saucily in his arms, against him, still
caressing his hardened manhood with practiced skill, 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, as she pleaded with him "Oh yeah, fuck, that's good, Ryouga, finger
me, drive those fingers in my sopping cunt.." while panting and rolling
her hips back and forth.

"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, 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.." 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 lips, 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 brough 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 'till 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 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 step 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.

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End part 1.