***** YOU GET TO CHOOSE!!! YOU HAVE THE POWER!!! ****

Here is the next installment of Choose Your Own Adventure!

Basically, you tell me what should happen next.  I either pick one that's the best or combine various responses with my own ideas and write the next chapter.  This way, you get to have a say in writing the story without having to go through the effort of actually writing!

Special thanks to people like Matt a.k.a. Bastet's Chosen for his ideas and general commentary, and for Timothy Groves for the negative Akane reaction idea and for the Akane-sister relationship idea.  I know you wanted Kasumi, Tim, but I thought Nabiki would probably be a better choice.  Thanks for the idea.  I would also just like to thank the many other people who have contributed to this story.

Just a reminder that if you don't see any of your suggestions so far, just be patient.  The story's not over yet.

Finally, There are a few things I'm not happy about with this chapter, but I'm not quite sure what.  I know I'm not really happy with the ending, but not what else.  Any C&C about this chapter would be appreciated.

LEMON WARNING!  DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!!!

        Akane stared at the empty bed beside her.  Nabiki should be
there.  She wanted Nabiki to be there.  She needed someone to talk to
about the day's events.  Beyond Nabiki's bed lay Kasumi, her dark form
slowly expanding and contracting with her breath.  No, she could not
speak to Kasumi.  She knew what her eldest sister would say.
        "God, I wish Nabiki was here," Akane whispered into the silence.
        A breath of wind through the open window brushed across her and
she shivered.  It was neither hot nor cool, but its feather-light touch
reminded her of Ranma's touch.  She did not want to be reminded, but she
could never forget.  Tossing and turning in her bed, Akane tried
desperately to ignore the ache between her legs.  The ache acted as both
a reminder of the ecstasy of this afternoon, and a desire for more.
        Unable to take it anymore, Akane rolled off the bed and went to
the bathroom.  Turning on the cold water in the shower, she waited until
it was sufficiently cold, then stepped in the tub.
        The shock to her system was enough to quench any sort of desire
she had.  She sighed in relief, and continued to douse herself with the
icy stream.  She did not exactly enjoy the shower, but it was preferable
to what she had been subjected to before.
        "I'm assuming that's cold water due to the lack of steam."
        Akane managed to stop a shriek of surprise.  It ended up coming
out as a startled "Eeep!"  Poking her head out of the shower, she saw
Nabiki standing in the door.
        Nabiki grinned.  "So how's my favorite little sister?" she
asked.
        Akane examined her.  Nabiki was wearing a sweater and thigh
length shorts and no shoes.  Her face was flushed, and Akane could tell
that she was swaying slightly in the doorway.
        "What are you doing here?" Akane asked crossly.  "Why aren't you
with you American friends?  I'm sure you enjoy their company much more
than mine."
        Nabiki snorted.  "Don't be so sarcastic Akane, you can't do it
very well.  As for my presence, it turns out that John didn't know his
limit."  Nabiki sighed mournfully.  "He's passed out in his room."
        "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get out of the shower and dry
off."
        "What's stopping you?  It's not like we haven't been bathing
together since we were kids."  Akane's face reddened with embarrassment,
but Nabiki misinterpreted to be anger.  "Okay, okay.  Sheesh!  I'll be
out on the balcony."
        A few minutes, Akane joined Nabiki on the balcony wearing shorts
and a white shirt.  Behind him, the window shades billowed into and out
of the room, depending on the shifting winds.
        "So what do you need to talk about?" Nabiki asked.
        "Who said I wanted to talk about anything?" Akane replied.
"Maybe I just wanted to hang out?"
        "Pu-leaze, Akane.  When will you learn that you're an open book
to me?  Come on, spill it, sis, or we'll never get to bed."  Akane was
silent for several moments as she struggled with the words.
        "Ranma...he...I..."  Akane could feel the embarrassment and
shame washing through her.  Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to
calmness.  Speaking tonelessly, she said, "Ranma and I...did it."
        Nabiki's eye bulged from their sockets as she stared at her
younger sister in surprise.  "'It?'  You mean 'it' it?  All the way?"
        "No!  Just...I mean...he just used his hands."
        Nabiki continued to stare at Akane.  Then she grinned.
"Congratulations!"  Wrapping one arm around Akane's shoulders, she gave
her sister a hug.  "That's great!  So, what happened?  Details, I want
details.  I promise-" she interrupted, as Akane made to protest, "-I
won't tell a soul to anyone."  After another log pause, Akane relented.
        "There's a problem."
        "What?"
        "We were...both...girls!"  The last came out through clenched
teeth.
        Nabiki's expression went flat.  "What?"
        "We were both girls when we...when he...she-"  Akane could feel
tears collecting in her eyes and she blinked them away rapidly.
        "I see."  Nabiki was silent for several minutes.  Eventually she
spoke.  "Akane, you know there's nothing wrong with that.  I told you a
year and a half ago-"
        "I also remember what Kasumi said!" Akane whispered harshly.
        "Oh, come on Akane.  Kasumi's ideas of sex predate World War
Two!  I doubt she even-"
        "Don't say it!" she hissed.  "Don't you dare say it!"  A vision
of Kasumi, alone in bed, a hand between-.  Akane shook her head
violently as a wave of desire washed through her.  "I don't want to be
this way!  I don't want to be a pervert!"
        Nabiki reached out and laid a tentative hand on her sister's
shoulder, but pulled it back when Akane flinched away.  "Akane, the
feelings you're having don't make you a pervert."  Akane glared at
Nabiki and was about to argue, but Nabiki held up a hand.  "Listen.
After Kasumi caught us two years ago and gave you that lecture, you shut
down.  You repressed any hint of sexuality beyond the necessity of being
a girl.  You hated boys, and the best you could be with girls were
friends.  Of course, those bozos at school didn't help.  This afternoon
with Ranma was probably the first orgasm you've had in two years, am I
right?"  Akane nodded reluctantly.  "See?  You're not a pervert, Akane,
just repressed."
        "But why girls?" Akane she asked plaintively.
        "Probably because you've never gone after a guy before.
Besides, Ranma's guy right?"
        "But he was a girl-"
        "Doesn't matter.  In you're mind he's a guy, even when he's a
girl."
        "But-"
        "Doesn't matter."
        "What about-"
        "He's still a guy."
        "And-"
        "Doesn't matter."
        "Will you stop that!"  Akane brought both fists down on the
metal banister, making it rattle loudly.
        Nabiki grinned.  "I can't help it if I know you so well, Akane."
More seriously she said, "You're going to have to face it, sis.  You've
got these feelings.  How are you going to act on them?  It's easier in
the long run to go with them than fight them."  Grinning mischievously,
she sidled up to Akane and draped on arm around her shoulders, caressing
her sensuously.  "Join us, Akane," she whispered huskily.  "Join the
dark side."
        It was such an obvious joke.  There was no way Akane could
mistake it.  Unfortunately, not even such a lame joke could snap Akane
out of her misery.  Akane pulled away from her sister, fear and anger
radiating from her.
        "No!  I'll never be like you!  I'm normal!"  Spinning around,
she fled from the room.  Nabiki stared after here.
        "Damn."

        "So, Pop, you moving back in with Mom or what?" asked Ranma as
they unpacked from the trip.
        "I'll be staying here for a few more days, then I'll go back for
awhile," replied Genma.  "I'll come visit maybe once every week or so to
see how you're doing.  You're mother might come with me."
        "So when do I go?" he asked somewhat wistfully.  He had several
reasons for wanting leave.  A large one was Akane.  After the incident
at the beach, Akane refused to interact with him.  She would barely
acknowledge him, and if he appeared in his girl form, she left the room.
Even during meals.  Cautious probing by both Soun and Kasumi had netted
them nothing in the way of substantial from him, and, to his relief,
neither of them had been successful questioning Akane.
        "We think you should finish school here, Ranma.  You've done a
lot of moving around in the past, and we think you need some stability
right now."  By 'we' Ranma knew Genma mean Nodoka.  When it came to
family, his mom was the decision maker.
        Ranma sighed.  "Okay."
        Ranma reached into his bag and felt his hand grab paper.
Pulling it out he looked at it.
        Tomorrow night under the Hiigara Street Bridge.    - N.

        Nabiki was waiting for him when he got to the bridge, wearing a
blue shirt tan shorts.  Sliding down the sloped walls of the canal, they
walked underneath the bridge, away from prying eyes.
        "Okay, Nabiki, what do-"
        <SLAP!>
        Ranma stepped back, surprised by both the force and the
suddenness of the blow.  The blow itself had little physical effect, but
Nabiki had moved with a speed that  he previously did not think she had.
        "What'd you do that for?" he demanded angrily.
        "That's for turning my sister into repressed prude she is right
now, Saotome!"
        "How did you-?"
        "She told me."
        Ranma stared at her aghast.  Akane told Nabiki?  He was dead.
Inside of a week, everyone in Nerima would know.  Fianc�es would flock
to the dojo, intent on killing him.
        "She told you?  Why?"
        "I'm not done yet, Ranma."  She stepped forward, and Ranma
braced himself for another blow.  Instead, her soft lips met his, and
soon they were kissing passionately as Ranma responded to her desire
with his own.
        "Okay, so what was that for?" he gasped after the kiss was over.
        "That was for breaking Akane out of her self imposed shell she'd
been in for two years."
        "But what about now?"
        "Oh, I'm not too worried.  She can only keep that up for so long
before she cracks.  I figure about a week.  Especially if you go walking
around with as few cloths as possible."  She grinned.
        "That's not going to be too hard, considering the heat wave.  Is
that the only reason we're here?"
        Nabiki shook her head.  "No.  I figured after what happened, you
deserved an explanation."
        "Okay, so what happened?"
        "Well, a year and a half ago, I was trying desperately to get
the attention of Kiiro, and getting frustrated big time.  Akane was
fourteen and was quickly joining the ranks of pubescent women, with all
the mood swings and hormones that young girls have to endure ..."

        "Damn you, Kiiro!"  A fifteen year old Nabiki glared at a
picture she had managed to take of him during lunch a few weeks ago.
His dark hair and eyes were filled with a wry amusement at something
someone was telling him (she still had not been able to find out what).
        Slamming the picture down on the night table beside her, she
growled in frustration.  No matter what she did, he continued to ignore
her!  Her, the Queen of the Schoolyard, Chief Intelligence Officer of
Furinken High, privy to almost any secret in the school-.
        Okay, she thought morosely, I'm not quite there yet.  But in a
year or two, watch out!  Her league of informants, snitches and people
who owed her favors was still small, but it was quickly growing.
        None of this, however, helped her with Kiiro.
        Kiiro was neither strong nor weak, fast nor slow.  He was
neither handsome nor ugly.  As far as everyone knew, Kiiro was just an
average guy.
        But Nabiki knew different.
        When he transferred here two months earlier, Nabiki had,
naturally, tried to find out more about him.  When her efforts met with
little success, she tried harder.  When that failed, she became
interested.  By now, she was obsessed with the mystery.  No girlfriends,
no boyfriends, just casual school friends.  He appeared to have no
interest in 'getting some tail' as many of the older students were wont
to do.  Why?  Why was he so normal, yet so different?
        Nabiki glanced at the clock.  Almost time to go to bed.  Closing
her curtains and door, she impulsively decided to have some fun.  She
did not do this very often, for fear of being caught by someone, but she
was frustrated and stressed enough that she felt she needed to do it.
        Stripping off her clothes, she lay down in her bed.  She glanced
once at the picture of Kiiro and said, "This is all your fault!"
Closing her eyes, she imagined herself in his arms.  Kiiro's hand softly
touching her in all the right places.  Her neck, her breasts, her
thighs.  His touch ignited a fire in her that she had just recently
discovered.
        Her own hands mirrored her thoughts, brushing against her small
breasts and teasing the dark nipples.  The hardened at the contact, and
Nabiki sighed.  She continued her ministrations for several minutes
feeling the tension build insider her body, feeling the need take hold
of her.
        Moving her hands down, she slid her fingers along her slit, and
she gasped at the sensation.  She was becoming aroused much faster than
normal.  Placing her fingers at on her cunt, she rotated them.  Slowly
at first, then faster, and faster as the pleasure mounted.
        Uttering a stifled moan, she cupped a breast with her other hand
and twisted the nipple.  She pulled up the breast and tried to lick the
nub of flesh with her tongue, but it was too small and she could only
flick it lightly with the tip.  Growling with frustration, she instead
pushed on finger into her slit.  She gasped as the finger pressed
against her clit.  Removing it, she pushed it in again.  A thin film of
sweat covered her body, and her legs trembled with the need to come.
        "Kiiro, yes!  Please, make me come!  I'm ready!"  The words
escaped her mouth in a quick explosive gasp, muted slightly by her
clenched teeth.  Massaging her clit directly now, she was close, so
close...almost...just a moment more...!
        "Hey Nabiki, I wanted to borrow-."  The door swung open and
Akane, wearing a set of yellow pajamas, walked into the room.  She
stopped suddenly, and stared at her older sister.
        Nabiki's desire washed away as a wave of fear and embarrassment
took its place.  Damn it, I was so close!  she thought.  "Akane!  What
are you doing?" she demanded.  Nabiki did not even have the presence of
mind to cover herself.

        Ranma nearly choked.  "She walked in on you?"
        Nabiki grinned wryly.  "Yeah.  I was terrified."
        "Wow, the great Nabiki caught by surprise!" chortled Ranma.
        "You want to hear the rest of this story?" she growled.  Ranma
immediately became silent.

        "What are you doing?" Akane retorted.  Her voiced carried a
sense of confused fascination at what she had witnessed.  Suddenly, the
confused babble of voices floated through Nabiki's bedroom door.  Kasumi
was coming!
        "Akane, close the door!"  Akane quickly turned and shut the
door.  Akane then turned back to her naked sister.
        "So you gonna tell me what you were doing?"
        Nabiki sighed.  Who else was going to tell her?  Nabiki knew
that Kasumi had given Akane 'the talk'.  Nabiki remembered that 'the
talk' failed to mention anything like this.  A friend told her how to
masturbate six months ago at a sleepover.  Now she rattled her brain for
what her friend had said to her.
        "It's called masturbation."  Nabiki could feel the flush of
blood filling her face, but she tried her best to ignore the
embarrassment she felt.
        "Why were you mats...masbu..."
        "Masturbating?"
        "Yeah."
        "Because it feels really good."  Finally, Nabiki thought about
covering herself, but figured it was pointless.  Akane had seen
everything already.
        Akane looked a bit skeptical.  "Really?"  Nabiki nodded.  "What
does it feel like?"  Akane now looked definitely interested, and she was
shifting from foot to foot with suppressed energy.
        "I can't really explain, Akane.  You'd have to try it for
yourself."
        "How did you learn?"
        "A friend showed me."
        "Can I do it?"
        "Sure, anytime you want, as long as it's private."
        "Why?"
        "It's not something people do in public, okay?  It's also not
something you tell other people about unless you trust them and you know
they'll won't get mad or anything."
        "Oh, okay.  I want to try."
        Nabiki sighed in resignation.  "Be my guest."
        Akane stripped.  Her hair barely covered the small bumps that
were just now becoming breasts, and Nabiki could see a few wispy strands
of hair between her younger sister's legs.   Akane jumped on the bed.
Hopping between Nabiki's legs and before Nabiki could ask what she was
doing, Akane reached out and began to massage Nabiki's privates, causing
an overload of sensations to run through Nabiki's torso.  For her part,
Nabiki stared at her younger sister in shock as the pleasure rippled
through her body.
        "A-Akane!" she finally managed to gasp.  She realized her hips
were humping up into Akane's hand and she forced them to stillness.
That did not stop she pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm her.
"Wh-what are you doing?!"
        "I'm masurt...you know."
        "That something you do to yourself, not to other people!" Nabiki
protested.
        "But you said your friend-"
        "She *showed* me how!  She didn't do it to me!"  Nabiki
collapsed back against the headboard, her body writhing under the
assault on her senses.
        "Oh.  Do you want me to stop?"
        She opened her mouth to say yes.  "No," she found herself
saying.  "Keep going."  Akane smiled and continued.  Her long hair
brushed against Nabiki's thighs.
        "What's that?"  Nabiki followed Akane's gaze and saw Akane
looking at a tiny nub of nerves and flesh that was poking out of the top
of her slit.
        "That's called the clitoris, Akane," Nabiki gasped.  "Touch it,
very gently."  Akane did so, and slowly continued her motions, directly
touching Nabiki's clit.
        "Yes!" whispered Nabiki harshly.  "That's it!  I'm...I'm..."
Nabiki's pleasure spiked.  Here body tensed, seemingly forever.  Then
with a hiss of released air, she fell, melting into her bed, her entire
body aching with her release.
        "What happened?" asked Akane.  She was curious and a little
scared.  She'd never seen something like that happen.
        "That, Akane," Nabiki whispered, "is an orgasm, and that is what
feels really good."
        "Oh, okay.  Is it my turn now?"
        "Sure, go ahead."  Nabiki had trouble keeping her eyes open, and
decided to close them.  But that did not stop the sounds of Akane
pleasuring herself, and they quickly aroused her.  Eventually, Akane
gave a short cry and collapsed on the bed beside her older sister.
        "Wow, that was great," Akane gasped.
        "Yep."
        "Can we do that again?"
        Nabiki looked over at her sister.  Despite what she had said
earlier, she and her friend had engaged in some sexual play for several
months.  Her friend had since moved away, and Nabiki was feeling
decidedly lonely.  Until now, she would have never have thought of doing
something like this, but now...
        "Not now, Akane, I'm tired.  Maybe later."
        "How about tomorrow night?"
        "Sure, tomorrow night."
        Akane leapt off the bed, scrambled into her clothes, and bounced
out the door.

        Ranma was staring at Nabiki, mouth gaping in amazement.  A small
line of sweat had stained his temple and jaw, and there was a large
bulge in his pants thanks to Nabiki's detailed description of the
events.
        "So, then what happened?"
        "Well for the next four months, we had a hell of a lot of fun."
Her tone darkened.  "Then Kasumi caught us."
        "That doesn't sound good."
        "No it wasn't.  She ordered Akane to her room, then basically
blew her top at me."
        "Kasumi?  I can't see her ever losing it."
        Nabiki shuddered.  "It's not something I ever want to go through
again.  After she was done with me, she went to Akane.  I don't know
what she said, but Akane wouldn't speak to me for a month, and she's
been locked up sexually ever since.  She didn't want to get near boys,
and wouldn't allow herself to become more than friends with the girls.
Until now.  What you did broke the dam."  She leaned over and gave him a
peck on the cheek.  "Thanks.  Once she get's over this latest bout, I
think she'll be fine."
        Standing, she clamored up to the top of the bank.  "Good night!"
Then she was gone.
        Ranma sat where he was, thinking.
        "Damn."

End Chapter 6

Now it's your turn.

Nighthawke


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