Well, here's the other slice of the pie. As usual to all lemons, this is not intended for those under the age of 18. To copy some of the impro authors, if you can't remember Gem, Gobots, He-man, and weren't there for the release of Return of the Jedi, then you don't need to be to reading this. Ranma 1/2 and stuff belong to Takahashi Rumiko and stuff, and I lay no claim to any of aformentioned characters and stuff.

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    Ranma trudged into the Tendo household, feeling little than he felt an hour ago. The trip to Furinkan was bad enough to deal with, but with what went on inside the school after he had gotten away from Mousse... Ranma still couldn't believe it himself, but knew it happened from the plain fact that he was there making it happen. Now what he was supposed to do about it he had no idea, he just knew he was no to live long afterward when Akane found out about it.
    He pushed those last thoughts aside for a better idea, get a bath. After what had happened to him today, he needed to feel clean. He made his way to his room, and became aware of another presence in his room. He knew he looked no more disheveled than he would after a fight, so he didn't expect to be hassled too much by his father. A quiet thought came to his brain, letting him know that there had been neither hide nor hair of the panda when he came in, as he was usually playing shogi with Tendo-san by this time, but he ignored it.
    That feed into his surprise more when he found the middle Tendo daughter in his room. He looked tiredly at her, knowing already what was building rapidly in his loins.
    "Finally made it home eh?" She looked well, decked in a pair of her cutoff shorts and a sleeveless shirt which showed off her figure. Ranma promised himself to find the entity who took so much pleasure in tormenting his life and beat him to death.
    "Not now Nabiki, please? All I want to do is catch a bath and get some sleep."
    "Oh of course, I wouldn't interrupt something like that. I just wanted you to answer a question for me."
    Ranma arched an eyebrow in surprise. Of course this was going to lead to something he was going to regret, but why would Nabiki ask him something? She was supposed to have all the answers.
    He looked at her as she continued. "All I want to know is what you and Shampoo did together."
    Shock and fear was what kept Ranma from responding smartly. "It wasn't my fault! It was Akane's doing! I never wanted to do anything to her!"
    Nabiki shook her head sadly. "Ranma, sometimes I wonder if you do this on purpose, making so many messes of your life. What you do is your business of course, but hasn't anyone ever taught you to destroy the evidence?" She held up the evidence in question, Shampoo's shirt, covered in his fluids.
    How much?" He said tiredly.
    "Well," she stood as if calculating something in her head, and then walked over to him, and took his hand, oblivious to the shivers that ran through them. "First this has to go in the wash, and then so do you. When you're done, come to my room, and well talk about a price."
    Ranma flinched at the hungry look in the girl's eyes, but did as he was told. Needless to say that his body was more than aware of her, and was burning to a tune he was now all too familiar with. After he was washed, he pulled the shirt from the washer and put it in his room on his futon, and headed to Nabiki's room in resignation, his body still burning for excitement.
    Nabiki was sitting on her bed, her legs crossed and a bored expression on her face. She motioned him to close her door, then leaned back on the bed. Ranma did not look at what the position did to her breast as they jiggled for a second, then stood still. "The way I see this, you couldn't be brave enough, or even stupid enough to do this on your own, so spill it." Nabiki sat up and propped her head in her hands. "What happened that made you put the moves on her?"
    "I told you it's Akane's fault. Her food did this."
    Nabiki looked at him for a long moment, then simply shrugged. "There's nothing I can do about that. But in the meantime, we have a bit of payment to discuss for services rendered."
    Ranma looked at her with lust filled in his eyes, but fought down. It was easier than before with some of the pressure from earlier gone, but it was slowly gaining in power. Nabiki looked at the comical concentrated look on his face. "I wonder if I can get that formula from Akane, I could make a mint with that kind of reaction." She smirked and crossed her arms underneath her breast, and her smile broadened at the results. "I am the reason for those reactions, aren't I Ranma-kun?"
    Without waiting for a response, she stood up from the bed and walked over to him, swiveling her hips every step of the way. She came close up on him, grabbed his crotch through his pants, and felt the hardness of his manhood. It sent shivers through her, not that she allowed that to be seen. She was going to be in complete control of this entire scene. No doubt he could put her against the wall or bed and take her if he wanted, but she knew that he wouldn't, no matter what he was drugged on.
    Ranma gasped at the touch, and Nabiki put a finger to his lips. She was more than amused at his look, which put the deer caught in headlights to shame. "Well Saotome, from this point everything you do is going to be on my say so, is that understood?"
    The boy looked even more panicked. "What if someone comes in?"
    "Akane's still out looking for you, Daddy and Mr. Saotome are out to a bar, which means they won't be back until the morning. Kasumi-neechan went to the market, so it's just you and me." She nibbled his ear, and
reveled in his shivering.
    Ranma was every bit wishing to die and not suffer the storm that was going to hit him. Everything he had done to this point was going to hit the proverbial fan, and here he was adding more to a well blazing inferno. Of course every hormone, especially the food-affected ones wanted no more than continue to allow Nabiki to seduce him, and of course he wanted to stop it. He was stuck however with two very real problems, what she might do as a result, and the fact that the fire was building stronger than his willpower.
    [He'd be better off as clay,] she mused as she stroked his length, then tucked her hand in his pants to feel the flesh directly. [There's no way I can't not take advantage of this and mold him to what I want for the moment.]
    Taking the hand not currently playing with his manhood, and stroked his chest through his shirt. She suddenly stopped all massaging of him, and walked back over to her bed. She turned her back to his face, undoing the fastener and hooking a finger to each side, pulled her shorts down, revealing sky blue panties and a firm butt to Ranma.
    Though she stayed bent over with her hands on her bed, she turned her head to see Ranma's expression, and almost collapsed into a fit of laughter. The boy's shaft was nearly bursting out of his pants, and he looked like he was cured of his curse for all the happiness on his face. He was grinning like an idiot, with droll forming at the corner of his mouth.
    "Why sit there staring at me when you can do much better by touching me?" She purred at him.
    That immediately snapped him out of his stupor, and he shrunk back away from her. Nabiki frowned, and sat up facing him. "Either come here and sit, or this can be done the hard way."
    Ranma shook his head, as once more he was defeated by the urges, of course with a little aid from an expert blackmailer.


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    The day out had been hard and more troubling than usual, especially concerning her worries for a certain pigtailed martial artist. Now all she wanted was a nice bath, and maybe a nap. Kasumi was usually not one to think of herself before others, but the others were gone, and having not a thing to do or clean up, she figured she could afford it. She had set down the groceries for dinner, a simple one that would please everyone, and went upstairs to her room. There, she took off her clothes, gathered her toiletries, and went to the furo. She actually had gotten three steps from her room when she heard it.
    She blushed profusely. Was that a girl's moan? What was going on? Kasumi debated mentally on seeing who it was and ignoring it on the premise that it might actually be Ranma and Akane fooling with each other, again. It was curiosity that won out, and made Kasumi tip toe in house slippers to determine the source of the noise.
    Finding out the source of the sounds was Nabiki's room was the first shocker. Creaking the door open to see her younger sister giving some guy a lap dance in nothing but her panties was the second. The over the hill heart attack was seeing the telltale pigtail in her view.
    Kasumi stepped out of the view of the erotic scene, and tried to slow her pounding heart. Nabiki and Ranma? It had to be some sort of mistake, her little sister wasn't interested in him that way. She couldn't possibly...
    The loud wail of Nabiki's climax pierced Kasumi's ears, and rattled her thoughts. This couldn't be allowed to continue. It would break poor Akane's heart to walk in and see her fiancee in her sister's hands. She had too...
    Another moan froze Kasumi in fear, and possibly excitement. Of course she would stop them, just as soon as she got the courage to overrun her sense of embarrassment to go in there.


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    Ranma moaned in agony. She had stripped, she looked sexy, and
she had pushed him to the bed. Then she began the most teasing lap dance of all time. She refused to let him do more than hold her by the hips as she grinded against his more than painful erection, and he was now going insane. All he could do however was just sit there and take it, while she got off on it. After her orgasm, which he still wasn't sure how she managed to achieve, she had gotten off of him and stared at the hot stickiness between her legs, and frowned.
    "Well, isn't this a mess?" She pulled the panties down, leaving herself completely naked in front of a fully clothed and frustrated Saotome. "I'm sure you can do something about this."
    Ranma muttered about the unfairness of it all, but complied. He didn't really have any problem with it, it was just there was something he wanted very much to get rid of at the moment. Taking the initiative, he grabbed her while she was standing, and placed her on her desk, knocking a couple of items off of it in the process. She was still trying to catch her breath when he started on her left thigh, lapping all of the inner juices with his tongue.
    She squirmed and fidgeted under his assault as he switched thighs, and at the same time, trying to get some sort of revenge by avoiding lapping her petals for as long as possible. He might have even gotten away with it if he didn't work his way up, and then pass it. She frowned, and pushed his head back to the aforementioned point.
    He groaned, but set to work on her climax, licking at her labia, nibbling at the lips, and sucking at the hole. He prodded at her insides with his tongue, and suckled her juices as she rubbed her pelvis against his face. Still, all he could really think of was release, and how he needed it more than anything else at the moment. He worked a hand to her folds, and his other around his shaft, figuring that even as slow as it might be, it was much better than he was getting.
    Nabiki would have stopped him, but she currently couldn't think straight, or keep a focused thought in her head long enough with the job Ranma was doing on her. She squeezed her breast, pinching the right nipple, and her mouth was forming a perfect little 'O'. She spasmed suddenly as Ranma bit her clitoris gently, but repeatedly.
    Ranma had had enough, and was going to get her off so he could focus on himself. Summoning enough chi, he put Nabiki into the same sudden and savage multiple orgasm that he did to himself and Kodachi, courtesy of the Amaguriken technique. Nabiki's scream was near primal, and she slumped against her wall, while Ranma cleaned up her flow of honey as fast as he could.
    It turned out to be too much for him, the pressure pounding through his veins, the scents in the air, Nabiki's moans, the lone hand torturing him when he had a beautiful garden before him. He had to have her, immediately. That thought in mind, he hefted the dazed girl to her bed, and began to strip. He lay on top of her, resting his weight on the palm of his left hand, and positioned himself, only to have her legs clamp shut as Nabiki came back to her senses.
    "Sorry Saotome, but that's not for you. Not unless you plan on taking what comes with it." Truth be told, Nabiki was slightly frightened. She knew at this point, if it were anyone else, this would have been converted from her pleasure, to her rape case, as she would not be able to stop him if he really wanted to get between her legs. Her other instincts, rather, hormones, were screaming to let the man in her, but she refused to listen. She knew how far she wanted this to go, and that point had been passed three orgasms ago.
    She slid from under Ranma, who collapsed to the bed whimpering, and went to put on her panties, when she finally noticed something about the doorway. She noticed that it was open, and open wide. She also noticed her elder sister standing there with an expression of displeasure on her face. Nabiki's pleased look fell, and she muttered the only thing she could, faced with such a situation.
    "Shit."
    "Nabiki! H-how could you? Y-you shouldn't have done this!" Nabiki really did feel bad at the moment, but couldn't help but chuckle at her sister's stuttering and blushing face, that still managed to look displeased at the same time.
    The scolding was halted however, with a groan from Ranma that made them both shiver. He was still on the bed, still naked, and now with a slight paleness about him as he feverishly worked himself to anything close to an orgasm. Kasumi rushed over to him, while Nabiki raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Maybe she had teased him a bit far?
    "Ranma-kun, are you okay?"
    "I need release," he said through labored breaths. "If I can get that, I'll never ask for another thing in my life." He gazed at the eldest Tendo though hazy vision, and barely made out her frightened and embarrassed face. After a moment of more of his groaning however, she looked away from his face, and began fiddling with the sash to her robe.
    Nabiki's jaw hit the floor as her sister, after turning from Ranma's gaze and nodding blushing even more than she was, started to get undressed. The girl, or woman, had dropped the robe to the floor and was pulling off the slip underneath when Nabiki shook off her surprise and stopped her.
    "Oneechan, what are you doing?"
    "Poor Ranma is suffering." That seemed to sum it up in short for her, so she continued to undress, pulling off the slip, revealing white cotton panties and matching bra, which also came off. She took a shaky hand, and inserted a finger in herself, pulling it out and studying it for a moment. She then frowned, the determined fire in her in her eyes dimming somewhat, and the earlier anxiety returning.
    Nabiki watched, already three light years passed belief at what her sister was about to do. Save for Akane, and only including her on life or death situations, she didn't think someone would go that far for him save for the other fiancees he had. It was also easy to guess why she had basically checked herself just now. Of course if she was still a virgin, she was in for some pain, and that was a thought she definitely could not stomach well.
    Kasumi began taking steps toward the beyond aroused boy lying on Nabiki's bed with trepidation, each step punctuated by Ranma's whimpering. She swallowed her nervousness, got on the bed, and positioned herself over Ranma. She looked at the boy's pained expression, his pale face, and then down toward the pulsing shaft that was tickling her outer lips. Kasumi gathered the last of her nerve for such a brash move, and lost it with the hand on her shoulder.
    "This isn't the way to do this. You're gonna hurt yourself, and I can't have that, especially with this mess." She quirked her eyebrow as a nagging thought came back to her, and she gave it voice. "Why would you result to this anyway? It really doesn't really seem you."
    Kasumi reddened, remembering back to her earlier endeavor. It spread into a full body blush. "I...know sort of what poor Ranma-kun is going through right now." She shifted down and sat at Ranma's knees. His constant squirming made her flushed, but she couldn't help but notice herself missing the slight pressure against the opening of her asoko. She took his member in her hand, and licked at the tip for a moment, then took some of the length in her mouth, as her sister watched in slack-jawed amazement.
    Ranma moaned once more, but this time in pleasure. He was surprised at the fact that Kasumi had him in her mouth, which was warm and inviting, and at the same time that it was because of his weakness and failure to overcome this sickness that she had him in her mouth. He was also surprisingly happy that he was in Kasumi's mouth.
    He looked at her head bobbing up and down on his, taking more and more of his length in until she was almost deep-throating him, using her tongue to run up the side of it, and then bobbing back down again. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, but more in frustration than in ecstasy. It was a wonderful feeling, but he still didn't even sense that desired release. What would it take for him to get off? And how long would this continue? He knew for a fact that the next time he saw Akane, or even his father, he was screwed, but what was he to do? Would this stuff ever clear out of his system?
    "Mmmm...Ah! Nabiki-chan!"
    Ranma and Kasumi turned their heads at once to look at Nabiki, who was now using her left hand to stroke Kasumi's breast, and her right to prod around her velvet box. Kasumi shivered under the attention, looking at her sister in dead confusion. "Nabiki?"
    She shrugged, hiding well hiding the grimace of self-loathing she felt at the moment. Lesbian and bisexual were two words that were definitely not in her vocabulary; she thought equally as much for her usually conservative elder sibling, but she could hear the whimpering of another in the room besides Ranma. She had started almost immediately after she started touching him, and she had indeed heard, despite how low the sounds were. Figuring an eye for an eye, and went about the task of relieving her sister.


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Well, I sat here for a good moment, doing my best to decide where I was going to end it, and came to the conclusion that if I'm going to leave everyone with a real cliffhanger, I could start by chopping the ground about here. This has been so far the most difficult chapter to write, but thankfully we're beyond the halfway point. Many, many thanks go Hpackrat for constantly nagging me about this until I got off my lazy bum and finished it from where it sat about a half a year ago. Four down, two to go, ne?
    Also, I'm more than certain that a good portion of you are wondering what happened to Ranma in the school, or what transpired with Kasumi on her way to the market. That will be done in a side story, mainly because I did not feel up to writing four consecutive sex scenes in one chapter. Also, it gives me that much more time to be creative with it.
    Well, back to the hack I go. C&C, flames, praises, replies, even a hidy hi can be sent to me through KMurasaki@Hotmail.com. See you at the conclusion folks!

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