[Ranma][FanFic][Lemon] Careless Destiny

[Dave Eddy]

Careless Destiny

by David Eddy <d...@progress.com>

A "Careful Destiny" side story.

Last updated: Tuesday, November 11, 1997

"Careful Destiny" is written by Todd Hill (sy...@newberry.edu).
This side story has been written in the universe of "Careful
Destiny" with Todd's permission, but he is not responsible for
the contents of this story except insofar as he has offered ample
provocation in his writing. (Don't understand this comment?
Read the Careful Destiny series! It's archived at
http://www.newberry.edu/sstalker/rancar.htm.) He also suggested
the title.

This story presumes knowledge of the first four parts of "Careful
Destiny". You can probably enjoy the story without having read
"Careful Destiny", but no concessions are made to the unscheduled
reader. At the time of this writing, Careful Destiny Part Five
had not been released, and as such, takes little account of
events that occur therein, even though the timeframe of this
story is such that parts of CD 5 occur before this story begins.

This story is a fan fiction based on Takahashi Rumiko's Manga
series, Ranma 1/2. The characters of Ranma 1/2 are the property
of Takahashi Rumiko and her licensees.

Lemon Warning: This story contains graphic and explicit sexual
content. Further, the main characters, Ranma and Ranko, are
brother and sister and engage in sexual conduct. Do not read it
if you are a minor in your jurisdiction or if not permitted by
law, or if you don't like this sort of story.

"Ranko-chan, it's time for you to go home now."

Ranko looked in surprise at her mother. The day spent at
the Tendou residence, repairing the dojo, had become a party
despite the interruption of rain and an unexpected visitor. How
could she send her home now? They had only just eaten dinner.

"But why, Mom?"

"Doctors orders, dear. You know that."

Ranko said nothing but looked rebellious. Ranma, who was
sitting between Ranko and Akane, raised his head.

"I'll take her home, Mom."

Nodoka smiled gratefully. "Thank you, dear. You can make
sure Ranko doesn't walk on her ankle as I hear she did this
morning." She finished with a motherly glare at her daughter.

Ranko winced theatrically. "Aw but Mom, my ankle's just
fine...."

Ranma placed his hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Ranko.
You know it'll heal faster if you stay off it, and you can't spar
if your ankle isn't right." He raised an eyebrow at his sister.

"Aw, hell," she said quietly, mindful of her mother's
presence. "You win, bro." Raising her voice for her mother's
benefit, she added, "But how am I gonna get home?"

"Same way you got here," said Ranma. He moved from his
comfortable sitting position to kneel with his back to Ranko.
"Hop on."

Akane watched Ranko move a little awkwardly as she half
stood in preparation to mounting her brother's back. "You're a
good brother," she said to Ranma with a smile as Ranko settled
into her position on his back.

Ranma blushed and shrugged and smiled shyly in return. "I
love my sister," he said simply.

It was Ranko's turn to blush. "Come on, slave, giddyap!"
she said to cover her embarrassment.

Ranma grinned and rose easily to his feet. Akane followed
them outside and along the path to the gate. She opened the gate
for them, but as Ranma was about to step through she stopped him
with a hand on his arm. He looked questioningly at her.

"Yes," she said.

He frowned in confusion. "Yes what?"

Ranko thumped him on the chest. "Dummy! Yes, she'll go on
a date with you! Remember, *you* asked *her*?"

Akane giggled as Ranma turned his head and quickly stuck out
his tongue out at Ranko. He was smiling as he turned his head
back to face Akane, though he was working hard to conceal his
nervousness. "Er... when? Tomorrow? Would you like to, um,
err..."

Akane took pity on him at last and said, "Perhaps we could
go to a movie?"

"Yes, let's!" exclaimed Ranma in relief. Ranko giggled in
his ear. "Shall I meet you here at three?"

Akane nodded. Ranma could feel himself falling into the
large, dark-brown pools of her eyes. He was brought back to
himself by a slap on his shoulder. "Hello? Is anybody home?"
Ranko waved her hand in front of his eyes.

Both Ranma and Akane started, and Ranma looked away,
breaking eye contact for a moment. He took a step and turned,
saying to Akane with a shy smile, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow
then."

Akane smiled in return and waved. "Until tomorrow!"

Ranko rode comfortably on Ranma's back, not minding the
warmth of their contact. The rain earlier had cut the early heat
of the day. "You're really stuck on her, aren't you bro?"

Ranma nodded. "Yeah. I think I like this Akane even better
than the old one."

"Eh? Why's that?"

"She hasn't hit me yet."

Ranko was silent for a bit; there was no way to answer that.
As they walked along the street she began to notice the effects
of riding piggyback on her brother: The gentle up and down
motion of his walking was causing her breasts to rub against the
hard muscles of his back, with predictable effects. Her nipples
were getting hard, and she could feel a flush rising to her face.

"The way you were stuttering at her, I thought you were
going to invite her to your bedroom or somethin'." Ranko
frowned. Where the hell did that come from?

"Aw come on, sis, you know I wouldn't do that."

"The cinema's a good place for a date. Lots of opportunity
for a kiss or a quiet grope in there."

Ranma sighed. It would do no good to protest against
Ranko's insinuations. He was beginning to learn that his sister
was rather free-spirited. He rather liked that, and secretly
wished that perhaps he could be a little more like her, but that
didn't make her joking any less embarrassing sometimes.

He felt her move her arms to hold him more tightly. Her
breasts were now pressing firmly into his back, and he could feel
that her nipples were erect again. His right ear was warm from
her breath.

"Y'know, bro, when you said in front of everyone that you
loved me...," she breathed.

There was a pause. "Yeah?"

"I just want you to know that I really like the new you,
even if my jokes make you uncomfortable."

Ranma chuckled uncomfortably. "That's okay, I think I'm
gettin' used to 'em."

Her arms tightened a little. "Anyway, I just wanted to
say... I love you too. I really, really love you. You're really
special to me."

And then she kissed him. Her hot lips found a spot just
behind the point of his jawbone and she leaned firmly into the
kiss for a long moment before she moved back and gently rested
her head against his.

Ranma's nose was filled with the scent of her hair, and his
heart was filled with love for his sister. Her arms around him
were warm but not uncomfortable in the warm evening air, and he
pressed back against her head with his for a moment. Her nipples
were still stiff, no longer moving but still boring into his
shoulder blades, and he felt a stirring in his crotch which he
tried to ignore.

"I love you too, sis. I'll do anything for you."

Ranko squeezed him, then giggled. "Glad to hear it...
slave."

Ranma laughed too as they walked down the street.

* * *

Ranma and Ranko arrived at the front door of their house and
Ranma fumbled for his keys. Ranko handed him hers wordlessly.

"How'd you manage that?" he asked as he opened the door one-
handed.

She snorted. "Unlike some people, I think ahead."

"Huh."

Ranko pushed the door closed behind them and ducked to avoid
a light fitting. "Hey! Watch it!"

"Well then, I'll carry you upstairs the old-fashioned way,"
said Ranma. He knelt so his sister could get off.

She did so, and he scooped her up in his arms. "Hey! I can
walk up the stairs you know."

"What would Mom say if she asked me and I had to tell her?"

Ranko smiled at her brother. Ranma started feeling
decidedly nervous, seeing her smile. "You're determined to take
care of me, aren't you?" she said as she wrapped her arms around
his neck... to help support herself, of course.

Ranma blushed, but nodded firmly. "Absolutely."

"And there's no way I can talk you out of it?"

"Nope."

She pulled his head down and kissed him briefly on the lips.
"I love you."

Embarrassed, Ranma blushed even more deeply and smiled and
started up the stairs. "You said that already." He turned on
the landing and continued upwards. "Where to, ojousama? Your
room?"

"Yep. Better find out what that doctor wants me to do."

Ranma carried Ranko into her room and put her on the bed.
She promptly stood up on one leg and hooked the bag with the
stuff from Doctor Tofuu from beside her desk before flopping down
on the bed again. She dug out the list Tofuu had given Ranma
yesterday.

"Hmmm... Aw, man, not that!"

"What?"

Ranko held out the list. "I've gotta put on that bruise
stuff again. Eeeww."

"Aw come on, sis, it's not that bad."

"Oh yeah? Well you won't mind helping me with it then."

"Well... okay."

Ranko snorted. "Where's your enthusiasm now, bro?"

"All right, all right! Where is that stuff, anyway?"

"In that bag. Say, you wanna get a spare sheet? I *don't*
wanna get that stuff on my bed."

Ranma returned to see his sister still sitting on the bed,
holding a small jar of ointment and a thin latex glove in her
hands. She smiled at him as he re-entered the room, and quickly
hopped over to her desk chair before Ranma could stop her.

Shaking his head, Ranma pulled down the bed covers, doubled
the sheet, and spread it over his sister's bed and pillow. She
quickly got back onto her bed, using only her good foot and her
hands. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she began to quickly
unbutton her shirt. Ranma saw what she was doing and backed
away, holding up his hands.

"Hey... whatcha doin'?!" he protested.

Ranko paused, the top three buttons undone but her shirt
still concealing her bra. "But bro, I've got bruises all over my
body. You know that."

An image of Ranko lying on a table in Tofuu's clinic in only
her panties sprang into Ranma's head. "Y-Yeah, but..."

"So what's the big deal? We did this yesterday, didn't we?
What's different now?"

'What's different is that we're alone and I'm already
getting hard,' thought Ranma to himself, but he just nodded,
praying that Ranko couldn't see anything. "Nothing, I guess.
Here, let me help you with that."

Ranko put her arms up, allowing Ranma to grasp the bottom of
her shirt and pull it up over her head. He draped the shirt over
her desk chair and moved to stand directly in front of her.
Ranko sat quietly, hands in her lap, and smiled up at him. He
could see the reddish flesh of her nipples through the white lace
of her bra.

He leaned forward and reached around her, looking for the
clasp of her bra, when she surprised him by kissing him on the
nose. He pulled back a little, but said nothing as she smiled up
at him cutely. Deftly he undid the clasp and slid the garment
forward off her shoulders, gently releasing her breasts.

"Wow, you did that pretty well," said Ranko as she lifted
her legs, using the strength of her arms to spin herself like a
dancer. Her breasts spread a little as she lay back on her bed.

"I've had practice," said Ranma darkly.

"I bet you have," she replied with a giggle. She undid the
drawstring and pushed her pants and panties down over her hips in
one smooth motion, lifting her legs so Ranma could remove them
the rest of the way.

Ranma undid the cloth tie at the bottom of each leg and slid
the black pants off her, only then noticing her lacy white
panties still encircling her upper thighs. From his position
next to her legs, he could see the smooth curve of the near
buttock completely uncovered, and he found himself staring.

"Them too," said Ranko impatiently.

"But... but..."

"Come on Ranma, I don't wanna get that rotten stuff on my
good panties."

With a sigh, Ranma grasped the lacy panties and slid them
off her legs. As he put them, too, on the study chair, Ranko
lowered her legs to the bed and lay back.

Standing slightly hipshot in an attempt to conceal his
erection, Ranma took the glove from Ranko's bedside table and
slipped it onto his right hand. He opened the jar, winced, and
immediately opened the window as wide as it would go.

"Told you," said Ranko with a smirk. Ranma turned and saw
that she had rolled over onto her stomach. Her butt was her best
feature from this angle... rounded and firm, a symphony of curves
melding into a single functional, beautiful whole.

Marred at the moment here and there by the dark splotches of
bruises, especially on her legs.

Wordlessly he began at her feet and methodically worked his
way up her calves and thighs, gently tracing each bruise with the
salve. He skipped her butt and back, as they were clear of
marks, and finished with her arms.

"Turn over," he said at last.

Ranko did so, and smiled at him. Lying on her back, she was
laid out on the white sheet for him to appreciate as if she were
some delectable dish served up on a dining table. Her firmly-
muscled yet rounded arms and legs, the appetizers. The two full,
shapely breasts capped with carmine nipples currently erect, the
starter. The neat, inviting mound which led between her legs,
capped with straightish black hair which only served to draw the
eye, not to conceal in any way, the... Ranma stopped the thought.
Something twinkled in his sister's eyes, but he couldn't decide
quite what.

Ranma attempted to ignore his sister's excitement, hoping it
was only the action of the salve. Smiling reassuringly at her,
he stepped down to her feet to begin her front.

Ranko tried not to squirm at her brother's delicate touch.
Even more delicate than Doctor Tofuu's, his finger traced each
bruise with a feather-light pressure, leaving in its wake a
glowing warmth from the action of the salve. She could feel the
tingling in her already rock-hard nipples and a warmth between
her legs, and she hoped that she was not leaking onto the sheet.

Or did she? Somehow Ranma didn't feel like a brother to her
any more... not really, any way. The feeling of an absolute
barrier that had existed even when she had teased the old Ranma
with flashes of her body was gone, replaced by uncertainty.
Could it be that she loved her brother *too* much? Why did she
want to do the ecchi with her brother until they both collapsed
from exhaustion?

And he wasn't really her brother any more, was he? Oh, in
flesh and blood he was, but inside, in his mind, he was a totally
different person, someone she loved very deeply.

She thought back to that kiss last night that had spread
flames of passion through her. This morning Ranma had said that
he had been excited by her, that he had considered having sex
with her, and that she should no longer tease him for that
reason.

But it would not be sex. It would be making love. She
smirked as she made her decision, feeling the heat rush through
her body as visualized him moving over her, holding her down with
his hands a sweat beaded on his face, pinning her hips to the bed
with....

"I'm really glad they didn't get your face badly, sis," he
said at last, jolting her out of her musing. "I'd be a real
shame if you had a scar. I think I'd have to plan something
serious if that happened."

He was doing her right arm. She looked up into his face as
he leaned over her and saw that his jaw was set. She smiled and
poked his ribs with her other hand. "I don't think it'll be
necessary, bro," she said. "I certainly gave that little creep
Genji his. But thank you."

He finished her right hand and quickly went down her other
arm. "Almost done," he said at last. "Just one more."

The bruise on her breast looked horrible. If Tofuu had not
assured both him and her that there would be no permanent
problem, there would have been hell to pay. He looked at the
erect nipple, glad to see it but bothered by it at the same time.
As it occurred to him that he was probably the cause of it, that
Ranko was being turned on by him, his erection finally got away
from him and became fully hard, uncomfortably trapped in his
pants. Unconsciously he eased himself.

"At last," he heard Ranko say. She was smiling at him,
mirth in her eyes. "I thought you didn't like me or something."

Ranma blushed and tried to stand so it was a little less
obvious. Ranko frowned. "Don't, bro. You just look
uncomfortable. Heh, you look like you're pretty well hung. You
should be proud of it."

Ranma's brain locked up at her words, and his face flamed.
"But... I..."

She sighed. "Finish me off and let's talk about it."

He nodded and delicately coated the discoloration on her
shapely breast with cream. As he did so, he noticed her nipples
become even more erect, crinkling around the base. He tried to
ignore the sympathetic swelling of his penis at the sight.

Finished at last, he capped the jar and stripped off the
glove in relief. After putting the jar of ointment on the desk
and the inside-out glove in the bin, he moved to sit down in her
chair but was stopped by Ranko's voice.

"Hey! Sit here," she said, patting the bed. "How can I
talk to you if you're all the way over there?"

Still half-standing, Ranma hesitated. "Ahhh...."

"Please?"

Ranma sighed and gingerly sat down on the bed next to Ranko,
facing away from her and examining the floor closely. Ranko
frowned at his expression.

"Aw come on, bro. What the hell's wrong with you?"

He sighed. "Nothing, really."

"Don't give me that shit. You're making me feel like a
leper or something."

There was a long silence as Ranma nervously twined his
fingers together and twiddled his thumbs. Ranko watched his
throat work as he tried to say something but she finally ran out
of patience. Her first impulse was to yell at him but the urge
faded as she looked again at his expression... guilty, she
decided.

"It's because you're excited, isn't it?" she asked quietly.

Expecting to be verbally assaulted in the name of humor,
Ranma was caught unaware by the softness of her voice. He looked
at her and saw that her eyes were gentle and fixed on his face.
Caught unawares, his answer slipped out.

"Yes. I shouldn't. Aka... I..." He ground to a halt.
Ranko sighed.

"What's that got to do with it? There's a whole lotta
different sorts of love, brother mine." She half sat up, leaning
on her elbows as she unconsciously tried to drive her point home.
"So you've decided you love Akane, and you want to make a go of
it. Fine. In fact, I'm ecstatically happy for you. Really."
She stopped for a moment and smiled encouragingly at him for a
moment before putting her serious expression back on. "But
what's that got to do with you and me? Are you trying to tell me
that because you love Akane you can't love anybody else?!" She
gripped his left wrist firmly. "I can see that being brought up
the way you were has left you a lot to learn, bro," she added
with a soft voice. "You love Akane, you love Mom, you love me...
three different sorts of love. Right?"

Ranma swallowed, unable to look away from her fiery eyes.
"I... I guess so."

Ranko frowned. "Look, bro. You love Mom, right?"

"Yeah," he said with a happy smile.

"And you said you think you love Akane, right? Does that
feel different?"

"Errr..."

"And you said you love me. That's different too, right?"

Ranma's expression was hopelessly confused. "...."

Ranko watched her brother's confusion, exasperated, decided
to leave the topic. "Like I said, you've got a lot to learn,
bro." She shook her head gently, her expression becoming
determined. Gripping his wrist more tightly, she said, "Anyway,
now that I've gotten to know you, I'm not gonna let you push me
outta your life again." A thought occurred to Ranko, and she
frowned in concern. "Y'know, bro... much as I prefer the new
you, I wonder sometimes. I've never seen you do anything
*except* martial arts."

"Martial arts is my life," he said seriously.

Ranko's eyes flashed. "Geez, why the hell don't you lighten
up? Relax and enjoy life? It's there to be enjoyed, you know.
I know you enjoy martial arts, but do you really enjoy anything
else? Do you let yourself?"

"I enjoy being with you."

She smiled at him, but the concern didn't entirely flee from
her face. "That's not what I meant and you know it... besides,
you don't look like you're enjoying yourself at the moment."

"Well, you're... um..."

"Mouuu..." Ranko let go of his wrist and sat up a little
more to take his shoulders in her hands. "Bro, will you do me a
favour and try to relax? Really relax, just for tonight, forget
about what's expected of you and rules and all that and just
enjoy yourself?"

The raw appeal in her eyes caught at his throat, and Ranma
found himself nodding... and as he nodded, his decision made, he
found himself smiling. "I can't refuse you anything, sis. You
know that."

She grinned and relaxed, but didn't let him go. "I know,"
she said with a small laugh. Then she kissed him quickly before
lying back on the bed. She was glad to see that he didn't look
away from her. "So... I believe you were having a problem with
my naked body, bro. I've gotta admit I don't understand why.
It's not as though you haven't seen it before, you know. You
must have seen it when you were wearing it hundreds of times."

"Yeah, you're right. But it's different with you."

"Why?"

"You aren't me. You're another person, sis, and that makes
it different. I never saw my own body as sexy, you know, but
now...."

Ranko nodded. "So you said this morning." She smiled.
"I'm glad to hear it."

"I still don't understand why you don't call me a pervert."

"Why would I refuse a perfectly good compliment like that?
You have no idea what it does for my self-esteem when you say
that, bro."

Ranma gulped, perhaps a little in surprise, then nodded and
grinned. "I'm glad."

Ranko threw her fists into the air and grinned maniacally.
"Yay! He *can* learn!" Ranma tried to ignore the way her
breasts gainaxed when she did that, but they drew his eyes and
held them as they bobbed about. Ranko noticed and she lowered
her arms again.

"I'm also glad you feel you can look at me," she added.
"There's nothing wrong with you looking at me." Ranko looked
down at her own breasts, noting the once-again erect nipples.
"In fact, I like it." She looked up again. "Do you like it?"

Ranma gulped but nodded. "I do. You're beautiful, sis."

She blushed prettily. "Thank you, kind sir." She directed
a glance at his crotch and frowned a little when she saw nothing
exceptional. "Are you *sure* you like looking at me?"

"Eh?"

"I don't see anything," she said, pointing at his crotch.

"Ah... heh..." Ranma felt heat flush his face, but Ranko's
words came to him again and he... let go. "Don't worry, it's
there."

"Oh really?"

"Really. Are *you* sure you aren't just cold?"

Ranko smiled, closed her eyes and shook her head. "You
excite me, Ranma."

A shadow crossed his face. "Well... um... thank you."

Downstairs, the phone rang. Ranma jumped up and ran to get
it, Ranko taking a great interest in the tent that sprang up in
the front of his pants as he stood up.

Ranma caught the phone on the sixth ring. "Hello?"

"Ranma? Is that you?"

"Oh, hi Mom. What's up?"

"I'm calling to let you know that Tendou-san has invited
your father and myself to stay tonight. He made up some excuse,
but I think he wants to drink sake and play shogi with Genma." A
sigh echoed over the phone line.

"Oh, okay Mom. So you'll be home tomorrow some time?"

"I imagine so, Ranma. Are you okay? Did you and Ranko get
home okay?"

"Sure, no problems."

"You haven't been fighting?"

"No. Ranko's been giving me a pretty hard time, but that's
okay." Ranma was surprised to hear his mother giggle.

"I'm very proud of you, son," she said after a moment. "I
was beginning to despair of you two ever getting along, but all
of a sudden in the last couple of weeks you two seem to have come
to an understanding. I'm glad about that. You must be, too?
You've seemed much happier recently."

"Well, I finally realised that I loved her after all, and
told her so, and it all followed from that," he said as lightly
as he could manage.

"Yes, I head what you said this evening, Ranma. As I said,
I'm very proud of you." He could hear the smile in her voice.
"I think you made a very good impression on Akane, you know," she
added in a low voice. "She seems like a nice girl, son."

"Err, yeah, well, um, thanks, have a good time this evening,
Mom. We'll see you tomorrow, I guess."

"Good night, Ranma. Give my love to Ranko."

"Will do. 'Bye."

Shaking his head, Ranma thought about his ointment-smeared
sister lying naked on her bed upstairs and took a little detour
before going back upstairs.

Ranko looked up as he walked back into her bedroom. "Who
was that?" she asked.

"It was Mom. She and Dad are staying over at the Tendou-ke
this evening."

"Great!"

"Great?"

"I feel like being pampered."

"I thought I was already doing that?" Ranma asked the air.
A pillow caught him across the midsection. He caught it and
looked at Ranko innocently. "What was that for?" he asked,
trying to put on an innocent smile.

Ranko giggled at his expression. "Don't try and look
innocent, bro. It just looks ridiculous on you."

He tossed the pillow back at her with deadly accuracy, and
followed it up with a tickle attack to her short ribs. Ranko
shrieked with laughter, lambasting him with the pillow in an
unsuccessful attempt to distract him, until finally she called
through her laughter, "Enough, enough!"

Ranma stopped but kept his position, leaning over her, half-
kneeling on the bed with one leg supporting him on the floor.
She draped her arms around his neck and rubbed his nose with
hers.

"Glad to see you're loosening up."

He half-shrugged and smiled, but said nothing.

"Say, bro, would you do me a favour and go turn on the furo?
I'm gonna need a bath to get this horrid stuff off."

"Way ahead of you, sis. I turned it on while I was
downstairs." He ducked his head out of her loose embrace and
resumed a normal sitting position on the side of the bed. A
brief look of disappointment flashed across Ranko's features.

"You looked pretty happy when you came upstairs."

"Mom had a few things to say to me."

Ranko perked up. "Really? Come on, tell!"

"Ahh... err..." Ranma closed his eyes, chanted 'Relax!' to
himself, and started again. "She said she was proud of me, and
she was glad to see we were finally getting on. Oh, and she
sends you her love."

"That's nice of her." She smirked. "Getting on, huh?"

"Yup. She also said I seemed a lot happier than usual
lately."

"Mom's pretty observant."

"I know. I keep worrying about tripping up."

"Don't worry about it. Just live your life, bro, and at
least *try* to enjoy it. Don't worry about every little thing."

* * *

The door to the bathroom slid open, revealing Ranma in his
normal Chinese clothes, balanced on one foot, carrying a naked
Ranko. He stepped through carefully, mindful of the package he
was carrying, and gently lowered her so that she was sitting on a
low wooden stool.

"There you go," he said. "I'll just go get all that stuff
you left upstairs."

"Get your stuff too, bro."

"What? What for?"

"I told you I feel like being pampered, so you're gonna
bathe me."

"But... are you sure?"

Ranko raised one eyebrow. "What's your problem, bro?
Afraid to show me yours now that I've shown you mine?" She
smiled to take the sting out of her words.

With a sigh Ranma nodded and turned to go. He gave her an
uncertain smile in parting as he went out the door on his way
upstairs.

Ranko smiled to herself, thinking about the events of the
last twenty-four hours or so. It had certainly been a tumultuous
time... but of everything that had happened, the things that
stuck out most in her mind was the times she had been alone with
her brother: Walking to and from the Tendou home, coming home
with him from school yesterday, that time in the surgery... her
nipples stiffened again as she thought back to that time...
talking with him, and finally going to sleep in his arms.

That had been the best part... right up until he had
literally tossed her out of bed.

And that so-vivid dream hadn't been about Hikaru, either.

She thoughtfully ran her hands over her thighs as she tried
to recall the dream, but it slipped through her fingers like fog.
All she could recall was Ranma caressing her with fingers of
fire.

Ranma had left the door to the changing area cum laundry
open, and when he came back she saw that he had changed into a
yukata. He carried her matching one and both of their bath
things, plus their towels. Dumping the lot on the washing
machine, he quickly took off his robe and put both their robes in
the hamper ready for when they had finished.

Ranko watched her brother avidly as he walked quietly back
into the bathroom; their bathing things were strategically
positioned in front of his crotch so she was blocked from seeing
the most interesting part of him. But the rest was good enough
to feast her eyes on: A washboard stomach, his skin clothing
sleek muscles without the hard-edged chunkiness of the body-
builder but purposefully shaped. Unselfconsciously he turned to
close the door, and she admired the dips and divots of the
complex muscles clothing his shoulder blades, the long, powerful
shapes of his back and the sleek, tight curvature of his butt.

Hooking another stool over with one foot, Ranma sank onto it
and put the buckets containing their bath things on the floor,
then quickly emptied his out and filled his wash bucket with warm
water from the tap on the wall next to him. Without pausing, he
began to scrub his arms.

Ranko frowned when she noticed him avoiding her eyes.

She watched him for a long moment, but quickly decided that
she had had enough. "Hey!"

Ranma stopped his scrubbing, but didn't look at his sister.
"Hey, what?"

She turned to face him. "Hey, what about me? Have I turned
invisible or..." She ground to a halt as she saw his fists
clench. Impulsively she moved forward onto her knees so that she
was kneeling right next to him as he sat on his stool. "What's
wrong, bro?" she asked softly.

"This feels wrong," he said after a pause.

Ranko put one hand on his near shoulder. "Does it really?"

He nodded.

"Why?" she asked, genuinely concerned now. Had she done the
wrong thing by forcing Ranma to do this? Jeopardized their
relationship as a loving brother and sister? She definitely
didn't want to risk that. She watched, worried, as Ranma turned
his face towards her.

"You're my sister! Do you think it's right that I feel
*this* for my sister?!" And he stood up and faced her, nearly
whacking her in the nose with his erection.

Ranko couldn't help herself. She giggled, and soon that
giggle was full-blown laughter. She collapsed back to sit on her
heels as she looked up at him and laughed.

Ranma was stunned, but then began to grow angry. "What the
hell's so funny!" he yelled at last.

Ranko put her hand over her mouth and managed to stop her
laughter but her eyes still danced. "You," she said at last.

He looked down at himself. As with other parts of his body,
he was quite proud of his prick, but his sister had cast a doubt
in his mind. "What's wrong?"

She almost giggled again but managed to keep herself under
control. "Almost hitting me in the face with that thing," she
said, gesturing at his midsection.

"Oh," he said, blushing. "Sorry 'bout that."

"It's very nice, you know. You should be proud of it."
Almost against her will her hand reached out, but she managed to
divert it to his hip at the last moment. She didn't want to
spook him. Even so, his prick twitched as her hand touched his
skin.

"You think it's wrong that I cause this in you," she said in
an understanding tone.

"Yes...."

She sighed. "I suppose it is in a way, Ranma. But I love
you, perhaps more than most sisters love their brothers, and
because of that I'm flattered."

"Eh?"

"It's a sort of compliment to me," she said. "This is
*real* proof that I'm sexy, Ranma." She felt her nipples crinkle
up again, and she stood up before she did something that would
spook him.

He smiled. "Like that," he said, gesturing at her rock-hard
nipples, "is real proof that I'm sexy, huh?"

"You'd better believe it, bro."

Ranko was a little surprised when he gathered her into a
hug. His arms were strong and warm, and even as she reflexively
put her arms around him she felt it: A red-hot length that
imprinted itself into her abdomen, its warmth radiating through
her skin and somehow magically transmitting itself to her sex.
She tried to ignore the growing tingling she felt in her loins
and breasts as she pressed herself against Ranma, leaning her
head against his chest, telling herself not to do something that
would scare him off. She heard him draw breath to speak, and she
leaned her head back to look him in the face.

Ranma somehow managed to ignore the fact that his penis was
pressed firmly against her abdomen and her breasts pressed hard
against his chest when she returned the hug. He smiled and
spoke. "You constantly surprise me, sis, but you also make me
feel good."

Ranko squeezed herself against him a little more tightly at
his words. "Same here, bro, same here."

Ranma kissed her on the tip of her nose and released her.
Reluctantly she stepped back, noting absently as she did so that
now he was *really* erect, recalling the feel of him against her
stomach as they had hugged, how its length had burned into her
skin. The heat had communicated itself magically to her crotch
and she just *knew* that any moment now she'd begin leaking down
her legs.

There was an awkward moment, then Ranko sat down on her
stool again, gingerly, favoring her ankle. Ranma was smiling, so
all was well again. She grinned.

"So, are you my slave, bro?" she asked quietly, her voice
belying her expression.

His smile turned into a grin, and he knelt on the tiled
floor. "I am yours to command, ojousama," he intoned as he
performed a full bow from his seiza position. "For tonight,
anyway," he added as he got up again.

She giggled as he got back up to sit on his heels and looked
at her adoringly. "Well, slave, then wash me!"

Ranma grinned at her and filled a bucket with warm water
then knelt behind his sister. He wet a washcloth and began using
it to wipe her arms, shoulders, and back... the safe bits, he
reasoned. It didn't take long, and he soon found himself picking
up the soap and dousing it in the warm water of the bucket to
warm it up.

He quickly lathered his hands and, soap nestled in one hand,
put his hands on Ranko's back. He began to move his hands in
circles and Ranko gasped. He stopped immediately.

"What's wrong, sis?" he asked, concerned.

After a pause, she replied. "It's okay, bro. Just take it
slowly, eh?"

"Did I get a bruise?"

"Kind of."

But that wasn't it at all. Ranko had gasped at the feeling
of his hands on her skin, soapy as it was. Now as he gently re-
applied his hands and began to slowly work the film of soap
across her shoulders and down her arm, she could hardly wait for
him to begin her front.

And then, it would be her turn to wash him. She only hoped
she could control herself.

But for now, she was reveling in the feel of his hands that
now had finished her arms and were working their way down to her
butt.

Ranma moved around to Ranko's side to do one of her legs.
He began with her ankle, gingerly, and she hissed as he gently
washed the still-swollen skin. Finishing as quickly as he could,
he moved up her calf towards her thigh.

His eyes were drawn to the black bush that lay atop the
mound at the juncture of her firm thighs. Sitting on the low
stool as she was, her legs were drawn up and parted, and he could
see the lightly-downed lips of her pussy with some pink flesh
peeking from between them. Stirred by the sight he attempted to
ignore it and concentrate on the task at hand. Which was getting
uncomfortably close to her sex. So he changed to the other leg,
trying to ignore his erection which bounced as he moved.

Finished with the second leg, he began to wash Ranko's
stomach, aware of her eyes on him as he gingerly worked upwards.
Finally he had done everything except for her breasts and sex, so
he swallowed and decided to move behind her to finish off, so he
could use the quick, efficient movements he had learned from his
time with the curse.

"Hey! You haven't finished!" said Ranko, thinking she was
being abandoned.

"Don't worry," said Ranma's voice in her ear as his arms
went around her from behind. Sighing, she leaned back against
his chest as the feel of his warm hands sliding over her soapy
breasts sent a burst of fire through her.

And then his hands were sliding over her abdomen, heading
towards her pussy which was screaming for attention. Her breath
caught as one hand cupped her, but in a few quick strokes he was
done and he was lifting her forward off his chest, sitting her up
again.

"Are you done already?!" she asked, a little frustrated by
the impersonal efficiency of his work.

"I'm sorry, did you want your hair shampooed?"

"No, that's okay, it doesn't need it today."

"Okay." And warm water cascaded over her, washing off the
soap.

"Thanks, bro." She spun on her stool to face Ranma, who was
still kneeling behind her. "Now it's my turn."

She smiled at the panicked look he got in his eyes.
"Err.... aren't you the one being pampered?"

"Yes, but I want to wash my brother, so I expect him to sit
still and let me."

For a moment a look of rebellion flashed across Ranma's
face, then he surprised her with a big grin. "Okay. I've always
wanted a pretty girl to wash my back for me."

Ranko grinned at the compliment. She filled the bucket with
warm water as he had done and began to wet him down. "That's not
all I'm gonna wash, bro. But I'm surprised. I thought I'd have
to talk you into it?"

He shrugged. "I guess I'm getting used to going along with
you, sis. It's not that I don't like it. It's just that it goes
against how I was brought up."

Ranko put her hands on his back and paused. "Ranma, you
know that what we're doing wouldn't be accepted by most people?
How we behave with each other in private?" There was a little
concern in her voice now.

He snorted. "Give me *some* credit, sis."

Then her hands were moving across his back and shoulders in
a caress, moving sensually over his skin... and then it wasn't
her hands that were moving against his back. She kissed him on
the earlobe. "I'm glad. I love you."

"I'm glad, too."

Quickly and efficiently she soaped him down, only
occasionally stopping to caress him. She lingered over his rock-
hard prick, though.

"Wow," she said as she laid her hand on it, gently spreading
soap along its length with her small hand. "It's so hot." She
looked up into Ranma's eyes. "I've never touched one of these
before," she said as she continued to stroke his prick.

Ranma grabbed her wrist. "Hey!"

Ranko pouted prettily but didn't press the point; instead
she began pouring water over him to rinse off the soap. Finally
he was clean. They doused themselves with cold water and slipped
quickly into the now-steaming furo. Ranko sat on Ranma's feet,
putting her feet outside his hips.

"Ah, that feels wonderful," said Ranko as she slid down
until only part of her head was above water. Ranma watched her
for a moment before leaning his own head back with a smile and
letting the heat of the furo soak into his muscles.

For a time, the furo was silent except for the sound of
breathing and gently-lapping water. Then Ranko broke the
silence.

"I suppose if I didn't believe you before about how you used
to change into a woman, bro, I would now."

Ranma lifted his head, surprised. Ranko was looking at him
with a small smile. "Eh? Why?" he asked.

"'Coz you always seem to know the most efficient way to do
female things. When you dressed me yesterday and undressed me
tonight; when you washed me... you didn't cop a feel, you just
did what had to be done and no messing about and... no
uncertainty. I figure you have to be really experienced to get
like that, and you get embarrassed too easily for it to be the
obvious way." She pouted. "Though I think I would have
preferred it if you'd fumbled around a bit."

"Huh."

"Say, bro, why did you say it was different seeing me as
opposed to yourself?"

"I dunno... I guess, it's something like when you see a
photograph of yourself, and it never looks like what you see in
the mirror?"

"I guess so." She sounded a little disappointed.

There was a longish pause as Ranma looked past Ranko,
thinking. "Nah, there's more to it than that." He focussed on
her face and smiled. "It's the *person*. If there's one thing I
learned real well, sis, it's that the person doesn't change even
if the body does. It's not the body I find exciting, though it
is real nice... I used to see it all the time, as you said. It's
you. I find *you* sexy, and probably would even if you had no
hips or your breasts were flat or whatever."

He was amazed to see tears start in her eyes, and then she
was kneeling on the floor of the furo, knees either side of his
hips and arms around his neck. "You say the nicest things," she
said. Then she tightened her arms and kissed him, full on the
lips.

For a long moment Ranma didn't react to her kiss, but
finally he put his arms around Ranko and kissed her back. He was
very aware of her breasts rubbing against his chest. Her mound
pressed against his semi-stiff dick and it began rapidly to
harden under the pressure. When finally they parted, Ranko kept
her arms around his neck and leaned back, enjoying the sensation
of his iron-hard rod pressing against her clit. It was all she
could do to keep from frotting herself against his prick, seeking
release by rubbing herself up and down against him. Instead she
backed off a little, a little frightened by the intensity of her
own feelings, sitting on his thighs with her arms loosely around
his neck.

Ranma lifted his hands out of the water and traced the lines
of her face with his fingertips. Ranko snuggled into his hands
for a bit, enjoying herself, but her plan was nagging at her and
she decided that the time was right to begin to more forward.
She kissed him again briefly and then retreated to the other
side of the furo again. This time, though, she sat up on the
edge of the bath, her skin glowing pink from the immersion in the
hot water. Ranma watched bug-eyed as she tweaked her nipples,
making them begin to fill out and harden again.

"Say, bro... did you ever masturbate when you were a girl?"

Ranma lost control of himself in shock and slid beneath the
surface. He burst out of the water, spluttering, to stand in the
middle of the bath. "What?!"

"Well come on, bro, it's a reasonable-enough question. Did
you?"

"Well, um.... err..." He felt his cheeks flush and he
nervously put one hand behind his head. "That is..."

Ranko looked at him in disbelief. "You did!" She hooted
with laughter. "Wow!" She tweaked her nipples more firmly and
leaned forward in excitement. "And I thought you were *so*
straight laced!"

"It wasn't like that! I just..."

"Just what?"

Ranma didn't respond except to shake his head while studying
the water in the furo. Ranko waited for a little while, then
decided a change of tack would be appropriate.

"Time to get out!" she caroled, and stepped onto the floor
of the bathroom. Ranma quickly followed suit and handed her a
towel. They quickly dried themselves, Ranma's erection quickly
returning to full strength as he watched Ranko run the towel
along her flanks and legs, unconsciously graceful. Once she was
dry, she slipped on her yukata and quickly tied the belt. He
slipped into his yukata, which she handed to him, and turned
around after dressing to see her holding her hands out to him,
standing on one leg. He grinned.

"Does madam want to be picked up?"

"You betcha! Take me to my bedroom, slave!"

Ranma picked up Ranko in his arms, she assisting by flinging
her arms about his neck, and he carried her upstairs to her room.
Depositing her on her bed, he sat on the bed at its foot in a
comfortable cross-legged pose, carefully ensuring that his yukata
covered himself properly. Ranko folded her legs and sat up at
the head of the bed, leaning forward. Ranma noted with some
gratitude that the loose yukata fell between his sister's legs,
concealing her sex. He felt regretful and grateful at the same
time.

Ranko leaned her chin on one hand, the elbow of that arm
propped on her knee. Ranma tried not to stare as her breasts
moved about inside the thin cotton robe she wore, her nipples
making indentations that drew his eye. "So, tell me all about
it, bro."

"Eh? What're you talking about?"

She grinned at his discomfiture. "You know. When you
masturbated as a girl."

Ranma blushed horribly, but shook his head. "B-b-but I
never really."

"Come on, bro, you know you did. There's nothing to be
ashamed of!" She reached out and touched his forearm, her manic
grin subsiding into a gentler smile. "Everybody does it, you
know. Girls talk about it all the time."

Somehow, Ranma managed to go even redder. "I'm not a girl,"
he said rebelliously to the mattress.

Ranko caught his changed mood and scooted along the bed
until she was sitting cross-legged in front of him, her knees
touching his. The tail of the yukata had dragged on the bed,
pulling the bottom away from her legs and hips, but she ignored
it for the moment. She put her hands on his shoulders. "Bro...
you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she said softly.
"I was just curious. Downstairs, when I was washing you, you
know, I couldn't help but wonder what it was like for a guy...
and here you are, probably the only person who might know what
it's like both ways." She frowned as a thought crossed her mind.
"You *have* done it as a guy, haven't you?"

Caught by surprise, Ranma spluttered. "Of course I have!"
he said indignantly, looking up.

Ranko sat back a little, once again leaning her head on one
hand. She decided to ignore the fact that in her current
position, she was fully exposing herself to her brother. A
little frisson of passion ran through her at the thought. "What
do you think of?" she asked.

"Err..."

"Or should I say, who do you think of? Akane, I bet."

Ranko watched Ranma turn red again, and was a little
surprised as he let out a sigh and looked at her with a small
grin. "Yeah. Mostly." She was even more surprised, but
grateful, that he seemed to be relaxing again.

"*Mostly*?" she asked. "And who else have you graced with
your fantasies, bro?" She felt herself becoming excited again.

He went red again, and for a long moment she thought he
wasn't going to answer. But then he said in a low voice, "You."

The simple word sent a surge of heat through Ranko's loins,
her fantasies of him echoing in her head. She felt her nipples
stiffening and knew that she would be getting moist again. She
wondered if he could see the moistness forming on her nether
lips. She wriggled her hips a little at the thought. "Me?
When?"

"Well, not really. But I would have last night if I'd been
on my own."

Ranko put on a disappointed look. "Only last night?"

"I've been *trying* to be a good brother." He grinned at
her, and she was forced to grin back.

"So, when did you try it as a girl?"

Ranma blushed again but didn't look away. "I didn't really.
It was really an accident."

"Accident?"

"Yeah. Well, it began that way, anyway. It happened in
China, the first time I had to wash myself, you know, properly."

"Oooohhh... you got excited when you discovered that you had
a clit, did you?"

"A what?"

"Never mind. Go on."

Ranma shrugged. "I found out there's a really sensitive bit
down there. When I stroked it with my washcloth that time, it
felt like fire shooting through me. I found myself doing it
again, and then a third time. I felt really odd, but good, even
though a part of my mind was screaming at me to stop. I couldn't
stop myself from stroking myself down there, and then stars were
shooting and I was yelling and the whole nine yards. I couldn't
believe how intense the feeling was. Then oyaji walked in,
asking what the noise was about."

Ranko looked stunned. "Did you ever do it again?" she
asked, breathless.

Her brother shook his head. "Never had the opportunity," he
said. "Besides, it struck me as unnatural."

"Huh. You poor guy. You missed out on quite an experience.
So you didn't even get to learn..."

"How to please a girl? Like I was going to experiment on
myself! I'm not a pervert, Ranko."

Ranko put on a wide-eyed expression of innocent surprise.
"But you're a martial artist, bro. Didn't you think you needed
to know everything about how your body works?"

"This isn't an ecchi anime, either."

She pouted outrageously. "You're no fun at *all*." Then
she grinned mischievously and leaned forward again, feeling her
breasts rub against the thin material of the yukata as she did
so. His comment had given her an idea. "You love Akane, don't
you."

Ranma frowned, confused at her sudden change of tack. "I
think I do. Why?"

"When you and she do it for the first time, do you want it
to be special?"

"Of course!... Hey! What makes you think--"

"Aw come *on*, bro! Lighten up and get real. From what
you've said, your Akane was a whole lot more uptight than this
one seems to be. Earlier, when she and I were in the bath
cleaning up after the dojo work, we talked and she asked me about
you."

"What do you mean...?"

"What I mean is that it's not out of the question that Akane
will want sex with you before marriage. And if that happens,
wouldn't you want it to be *real* good for her?"

"Of course I would!" he blurted out, his pride stung.

"Well I've got news for you, bro. According to my friends,
most 'first times' aren't glorious at all. Just a whole lotta
fumbling around, sometimes painful and often awkward, and a bit
of sweaty exercise. Not exactly the stuff of fantasies."

Ranma was silent. Ranko watched him, her eyes challenging,
waiting for him to respond. Finally he did so.

"So what are you trying to say, sis?" he began
belligerently. Then he sighed and began again. "Ranko... sis...
I think I know you well enough to trust you not to shoot me down
like this without a reason. So why don't you tell me what you've
got on your mind rather than trying to teach me mind reading
through on-the-job training."

Ranko giggled at Ranma's barb, but quickly sobered. She
took his hands in hers. "What I'm suggesting, bro, is that we
mess around a little and teach each other what works. Nothing
serious, or anything like that, but I'll teach you what works on
me and you can teach me what works on you, and maybe we'll both
learn somethin'."

"You haven't...?"

"No. Too many people scared of me or dad... or mom. Plus I
haven't met Mr. Right yet." She looked a little sad.

"So why...?"

She looked at him, her momentary sadness quickly replaced
with a wry grin. "I guess I feel like playing, bro. I love you
and trust you and I guess my subconscious has decided that you're
a safe person, so I figure, why the hell not? We get a little
fun and we both learn something. As long as nobody finds out,
who cares?"

Ranma examined his sister's face for a long time before
leaning forward and kissing her on the lips. He grinned at her
surprised expression as he drew back. It quickly faded into a
grin as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back
soundly. The feel of her lips parting, taking his with them, and
her tongue thrusting into his mouth took him by surprise, but
after a moment he got into the spirit of things and
experimentally thrust with his own tongue.

When she pulled back from the kiss she grinned at him and
was reassured when he returned her grin. She yanked loose the
belt of her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. Anticipation
filled her as she watched Ranma's eyes traverse her body anew,
watching them linger on her breasts and the nest between her
legs. Almost in passing he, too, took off his robe. Her gaze
fell briefly on the erect pillar of flesh between his legs. It
called to her, beckoning, but she controlled herself and looked
to his face. His smile had widened and there was a twinkle in
his eyes, and she knew he had gotten a kick out of her scrutiny.

"So who goes first?" he asked.

"I will. Here, watch this."

She gently stroked her breasts, starting at the underside
where they jutted from her chest and gently circling around in
lazy motions, gradually nearing her now-stiff nipples. When she
reached them she gently squeezed and tugged at them, enjoying the
gentle warming sensation that her motions gave her whole body.
She could feel her pussy heating up, partly from her own actions
but mostly from the anticipation.

Finally she stopped and lowered her hands. "Now you, bro."

Slowly he reached out towards her, and she shivered as she
awaited his touch. And then it came. His fingertips made
contact with the sides of her breasts, both hands at once, and
she was caught by surprise by the jolt of sensation that sizzled
through her. He moved his hands downwards to cup her and every
movement left behind it a trail of fire, fire that inflamed her
like never before. But then he stopped.

"This is a bit awkward, sis," he said. "Why don't you turn
around and lean back against me? It'll be more comfortable for
both of us."

Ranko nodded and waited while he positioned himself, opening
his legs for her to sit between. She did so, turning her back to
him, leaning back on him like some warm, comfortable lounge
chair.

But no lounge chair came equipped with a rod of fire that
nestled between her butt cheeks and rested against her lower
spine. The sensations made her feel weak.

Ranma put his arms around her, hugging her to him and
kissing her jaw as she had done to him earlier that evening on
the way home. Even such a little thing made her heart beat
faster now, as he continued to rain sweet kisses on her jaw and
earlobe and cheek and neck.

When he brought his hands into play again, cupping her
breasts and weighing them gently, stroking the sides with his
thumbs, she thought she would go mad with pleasure, and when he
began to strum her nipples she began to gasp aloud at the
exquisite sensations. This was nothing like what she did to
herself. A warm feeling grew in her loins, and a small part of
her was surprised: She was on the road to orgasm, with only her
breasts being touched. Unconsciously she began to wriggle her
hips against the red-hot length pressed against her lower back as
the heat in her pussy grew.

Ranma was both pleased and amazed as his sister writhed and
gasped in his embrace. Her hands were wandering, sometimes
grasping his arms or legs but mostly encircling his neck in a
reverse embrace, encouraging him on. Her motion against his cock
excited him, and he fought to not lose control as he concentrated
on pleasuring the wonderful girl in his arms. Gently he explored
her reactions to variations, like feeling out an opponent.

He even set himself a goal: A "win" would be to bring her
to orgasm; a "lose" would be to fail to do so. And Ranma hated
to lose. At anything.

Ranko gasped and shuddered as sensation surged through her
body, originating at her breasts but ending up in the hot melting-
pot of her pussy. Every stroke of her sensitive flesh added fuel
to the fire raging between her legs, and her breath came in deep
gasps as she climbed the slope towards orgasm. She was close, so
close, and now even Ranma's occasional side trips, dragging
fingers across her flanks and abdomen and arms, caused her to
twist and writhe in his arms.

Suddenly he stopped, and she felt herself falling backwards
as he disappeared from behind her. She began to moan her
protest, but then he was kneeling over her, lowering his mouth
toward a yearning nipple.

Ranma leaned down and took one carmine nipple between his
lips. With his tongue he laved the erect flesh, then he
experimentally took her nipple into his mouth and sucked, while
meanwhile one hand played with Ranko's other breast.

Ranko reacted with a gasp, pushing herself hard against his
mouth, pulling his head to her with both hands. She moaned his
name and rubbed her legs together, trembling on the edge of
release as Ranma experimented with his mouth and tongue on her
near breast. He switched to the other one, repeating the
procedure, then lifted back and, taking one breast in each hand,
gently squeezed Ranko's nipples while she gasped and twisted
beneath him. She placed her hands over his and pressed, guiding
his hands and squeezing her own breasts as she moaned his name
and blew and at the last grew rigid, arching like a strung bow
beneath him.

Finally she relaxed and lay limply on the bed. Ranma slid
one arm beneath her head and lay down next to her, hugging her,
and she looked up at him with starry eyes and with one hand
dragged his head down for a passionate kiss that soon had his
dick throbbing against her thigh.

"That was wonderful, bro," she panted at last when they
parted. "You can do that to me any time you like."

Ranma grinned and said, "You're welcome."

Ranko grinned back, then pretended shock and half-sat,
staring at his magnificently erect penis which was pressing
against her thigh. "You seem to be pretty excited yourself,
bro."

"Who wouldn't be, sis?"

She took him in one hand, her small hand failing to wrap
around his girth, and looked him in the eyes. "May I try?" she
asked.

He gulped and nodded, keeping eye contact as he lay back.
His face betrayed a lingering uncertainty, but he made no motion
to stop her.

His motion had brought his dick around so that it was
pointing straight up, proud and tall above his flat stomach.
Ranko sat up and leaned against him, taking a close look as she
gently moved her hand back and forth along it, fascinated by the
mixture of textures under her hand. Fascinated, she moved it
about and stroked it, and finally dragged her fingers across the
head. Ranma winced and grunted. "Oww."

Ranko looked back, surprised. "Sorry bro, did that hurt?"

"It's sensitive," he replied.

She felt an urge take her and she said, "I'll kiss it
better."

Suiting action to word, she leaned forward and placed a
gentle kiss on the head of Ranma's penis. 'Hmm, interesting
flavor,' she mused to herself and kissed it again.
Experimentally she ran her tongue over the head, and licked her
lips. She glanced at Ranma's head and saw him watching her in
fascination, so she locked eyes with him and took the head of his
cock into her mouth. Her delicate fingers played an arpeggio on
his magic flute as she licked the head, and suddenly she tasted
something odd. She just had time to figure out that she didn't
mind the flavor when her brother's now-deeper breathing suddenly
halted and he went rigid beneath her, and with a violent twitch
her mouth was filled with... something.

His come, she knew intellectually, and she could feel his
prick throbbing in her hands as a cachous-scented heavy fluid
spurted into her mouth. It filled her mouth and the scent of it
seemed to fill her head as suddenly he relaxed and her toy began
to deflate. Ranma's gasp of renewed breathing brought her back
to life.

She sat up again and grabbed a tissue and allowed her
brother's come to empty out of her mouth, into the tissue. She
looked at it, fascinated, then sniffed before folding up the
tissue and tossing it into the bin, where it landed with a soggy
thump. She smiled down at him. He was looking up at her, his
expression a little dazed.

"So how'd I do?" she asked.

"It was... great," he said. "Nobody's ever... I've
never..." He allowed his voice to trail off and took her hand.

She kissed his abdomen and chest. He half sat, pushing her
back to the bed and gently running his fingers over her upper
chest, then dragging them downwards to spiral over her breasts.
"Mmmm," she moaned.

"Now it's my turn," he said with a grin.

"Your turn?" asked Ranko mischievously, playing his game.

He ran one hand down over her abdomen and down one leg, then
brought it up between her legs. He stopped the hand halfway up
her thighs, and Ranko lay there, doing nothing, teasing him.
"What are you going to do?" she asked as he began to stroke her
lower thighs, between her legs. The urge to part her legs to
allow him access was almost overwhelming but she held back for
the moment. "What are you going to do to me, brother dearest?"

"Sis, I'm going to make you come until your nose runs," he
said in a mock growl. "Now spread 'em."

A vicarious thrill filled Ranko as she spread her legs to
their utmost, opening herself to his heated gaze.

Ranma took his time, first gazing his fill at his sister's
sex. It wasn't at all the same as when he had seen himself in
the mirror; for one thing the viewpoint was different.

He noticed that the outer lips, now separated because of her
posture, were puffier than usual and the inner lips seemed
engorged and glistened with fluid. Remembering his own
experiences, Ranma leaned forward and began to stroke Ranko's
thighs and lower abdomen.

Ranko felt Ranma's fingers trail fire across her skin as he
played with her. Every time he came close to her sex, her
yearning, hungry sex, she tensed in anticipation but every time
he veered away. Even so, she felt herself lubricating madly from
just his gentle caresses. Finally, he ran a finger along her
lips with a feather touch and she gasped aloud.

"Ranko, are you okay?" she heard him ask, a little concern
in his voice.

"Great!" she replied in frustration. "Just get on with it!"

Ranma snorted in amusement and again lightly dragged a
finger along his sister's inner lips, careful to avoid the
delicate nubbin of her clitoris, now standing boldly from its
hood at the top of her pussy. Again he did it, relishing Ranko's
gasps and the slow rocking her hips began. I felt good to give
her pleasure like this.

Ranko's inner being was ablaze, sensation surging through
her with her brother's excruciatingly slow caresses. Higher she
rose with each subtle stroke, rocking her hips in an attempt to
push his fingers further, inside her or to stroke her clit, but
he was having nothing of it: Instead, he simply kept up the same
maddening rhythm that with each stroke brought her closer and
closer to the edge.

And suddenly he pushed one finger a little into her
entrance, and orgasm reached out to embrace her being like a
wave. Just a little one, but now he was stroking her more
intensively as well as rocking his finger a little in and out,
slowly getting deeper, looking for that spot inside her that made
the lights go dim. Another orgasm washed over Ranko as she
continued to scale the heights of pleasure.

Ranma grinned as he watched Ranko begin to twist beneath
him. Her breathing was becoming deep and a little ragged, little
moans on each exhale music to him as he deliberately drew on his
memory of the feelings the one time he had experimented with his
own body to bring his sister to an exquisite peak. With one hand
he stroked the lips of her pussy while with the other he gently
rocked his middle finger in and out of the tight, grasping
channel of her vagina in time with the no-longer-subtle motions
of her hips.

Her nipples stood out like organ stops, straining.

The intoxicating aroma of his sister's arousal flooded his
senses. He recalled having smelt it before, both on himself,
and... yes, last night at the doctor's. He snorted to himself as
the possibility of his sister having planned this from the
beginning arose, but he pushed it to one side as the urge also
arose in him to do as Ranko had done and bring his mouth into
play.

Leaning down, he brought his head between her thighs and
smelt closely of her. He decided that the smell was... yes,
intoxicating. He stopped stroking her lips and tentatively
licked her instead: A long, slow stroke that finished at the
pink bud of her clitoris.

Ranko felt acute disappointment as Ranma pulled one of his
hands away from her, leaving her hanging, but then she felt an
odd warm/cool sensation. Opening her eyes, she could not at
first find him, then saw his black hair between her thighs. She
just had time to realize that what she had felt was his breath
and that he was licking her when a rising tsunami wave of
sensation rose within her, the currents drawing her in as its
progress followed the progress of his tongue along her cleft,
until unexpectedly he ran his tongue over her bud. Orgasm
crashed in on her, and she convulsively bucked her hips in
response. She felt his finger surge inside her and when it
reached that little spot inside her, orgasm filled her again and
she moaned and whimpered.

Ranma was surprised to feel Ranko grab his head in a vise-
like grip, and was even more surprised when she mashed his head
against her pussy, almost suffocating him. 'I guess this is
pretty good,' he thought to himself as he began to lick her with
a will, thrusting his finger in and out of her slowly, listening
to her gasping moans as a gauge of how he was going.

Finally, he decided it was time to bring this to a close and
removed his finger from her pussy. She moaned in protest, but he
then thrust his tongue inside her as far as he could go before
pulling it out and running a few laps around her clit. Ranko
exploded in thrashing then went rigid and stayed so for several
seconds. Then she relaxed a little, and Ranma sat up.

Ranko's legs went around his hips, and she tugged him up to
receive a sizzling kiss. He hugged her to him with one arm,
while the other continued to play between her legs, fingers flat
to provide general stimulation. She continued to buck her hips
against him and now his again-rigid penis bumped against her
thigh as her hands held him still for the kiss.

Finally the kiss parted, and Ranko reached down and gently
stroked Ranma's cock even as she rested her head in the crook of
his shoulder. He noted that she was breathing as though she had
run a sprint.

"That was just amazing, bro," she said as she kissed him
again. "You do that like an expert." She pulled back and looked
him in the eyes. "I don't think you told me the whole truth
earlier, you know."

He grinned, continuing his gentle caresses of her heated
crotch. "Are you objecting?"

"No, no. It was a *real* pleasant surprise, bro. Love
you."

Ranma's answer was muffled by another passionate kiss but he
figured she knew it anyway. He felt her stroking of him change
into a gentle grasp and tug, then the head of his penis was being
held against something warm and wet.

Ranko. He opened his eyes and pulled away a little.

"Sis, are you sure you want to do this?"

The tugging did not decrease, and Ranko looked up at him
with eyes filled with passion. "I want it, bro. You're the one.
Give it to me." Her tone brooked no contradiction.

Ranma tugged gently at her body as though to pull her on
top. "Do you want to go on top, sis?"

She shook her head and lay back, releasing her hold on him.
"No. I want you on top, bro. You."

Nodding, Ranma knelt between Ranko's legs and waited while
she got comfortable, centering herself on her bed. He noted that
she spread-eagled herself, legs pulled up and arms above her
head. Giving herself to him completely. A lump formed in his
throat as he positioned himself, kneeling between her legs, cock
pointing like a homing device at the pink gash of her dripping
pussy.

Ranma positioned the head of his penis at the hot entrance
to Ranko's pussy. With a little push of his hips he was lodged
in her, just the head, and he was able to look away from the task
at hand, into her eyes.

Ranko's eyes were staring into his, wide open and filled
with love and passion and something else. Not able to look away,
Ranma leaned down, supporting himself on his hands at either side
of her chest, and kissed her.

Ranko accepted the kiss, and lifted her arms to wrap them
around Ranma's shoulders, reveling in the feel of the complex
muscles that lurked there, currently rock-hard under tension
because he was holding himself above her. She wrapped her legs
around his as they kissed, then tugged at him, hoping he would
get the hint. She wanted him inside her so badly....

Ranma felt the tug and broke the kiss, then watched Ranko's
face as he slowly began to push. He watched her expression
change, and after about an inch, pulled out again, then began to
push again into the wonderful, slick, gripping warmth of her
tight, tight pussy.

The feeling of fullness was uncomfortable at first, but the
sensations accompanying Ranma's penetration were so intense that
they soon flooded over the small discomfort. She felt so full,
the sensation was unbelievable, and then he pulled out a little
and pushed in even more. It felt as though a warmed iron bar was
being pushed lovingly inside her. So rigid, so warm, so...
alive.

"Mmmmm..." she groaned, pulling on him harder. Ranma felt
the tug and obeyed, pushing more firmly until at last he was
fully lodged inside her. The sensations of Ranko's cunt were
overwhelming, gripping him along his entire length, and he had to
struggle to control himself, stop himself from coming.

He needed no hentai magazines to tell him it was his
responsibility to help the woman reach the Clouds and the Rain,
even as she had the same responsibility for him.

Fully lodged inside Ranko, Ranma leaned down again and
kissed her. She reacted with unbelievable passion, and almost
strangled him when he tentatively pulled about halfway out and
pushed himself in again. She pushed him back and breathed
heavily through her mouth as he pushed home again, her eyes not
closed but turned inwards. Fascinated, he watched Ranko's
expression as he again gently withdrew most of his length, then
pushed back again.

She bucked as their pubic bones met, and then she turned her
gaze to him. "Ranma... so good."

"You feel great," he said in reply. "You're wonderful,
sis."

She bucked again beneath him, as without consultation his
hips began to move of their own accord in a slow, steady rhythm.
Ranko moved beneath him, in concert, the two of them moving
together in a rhythm as old as time. Suddenly Ranma felt the
crisis approaching and stopped, half-buried within her.

"What's wrong! More!" said Ranko.

"Just wait a moment, sis. Gotta get myself under control
here."

"Moouu... just like a man, no endurance," she said with a
playful smile. She lay quietly for a moment, then gasped as
Ranma pushed into her again. "All better now?"

He nodded. "Um."

"Then let's go. I'm nearly there, bro."

"Your wish is my command, ojousama," said Ranma quietly with
a grin as he pulled back and then pushed home again.

Ranko has lost a little of her heat during the brief pause,
but the rubbing of Ranma's organ against her lips as he moved in
and out and the sensations from the inside of her vagina combined
to provide a background heat punctuated by surges of sensation as
his padded pubic bone crushed her clit with each stroke. She
pulled at him, trying to get him to speed up; the slow pace was
maddening.

Obeying her signals, he sped up, and passion filled Ranko as
she rose towards the crest of her orgasm. Panting, she could not
control her moans as he pushed her higher than she'd ever been
before until finally orgasm crashed over her, then after a brief
respite another.

And then Ranma changed his motion, adding a twist of his
hips at the bottom of each stroke, and she writhed and gasped as
she came and came and came.

Ranma watched as Ranko came, struggling to control himself
as her pussy contracted spasmodically around his cock like a
velvet glove. He stopped pumping, and kissed her as she came to
her senses.

"You're still hard," she said in wonder, and Ranma felt a
slight squeeze around his buried penis. "You didn't come." She
sounded a little disappointed.

"I was concentrating on you, Ranko."

Ranko's expression softened and she dragged his head down
for a kiss. "That's nice. But... I want you to come, too."

He nodded. "Okay. Thank you." And he began to pump inside
Ranko's well-lubricated cunt, moving easily. Now that he was not
suppressing his urge to come, the sensation rose rapidly in him.
He began to approach the edge... not having been far off it in
the first place.

Ranko smiled to herself as she watched Ranma's face. The
pace was increasing, and she kept up with him, helping him by
matching his rhythm. His thrusts became ragged, and she knew he
wasn't far away when suddenly he pulled out.

"What are you doing?!" she asked.

"I'm going to..."

"Put it back in! Now!"

"But..."

"Now!" Ranko softened her voice at his concerned
expression, adding, "I'll be fine, Ranma. Everything's fine.
But my girlfriends have talked about this, and I don't want to
miss out. I want to feel you come."

His prick slipped back in easily, and after a few tentative
thrusts they had their rhythm back. It felt different this time,
Ranko thought. More purposeful. More...

And then he was thrusting hard, and she knew he wasn't far
away. She wouldn't orgasm herself, she was too far away, but all
the better to--

Suddenly Ranma thrust hard one final time and his cock began
to throb and twitch inside her, and she knew he was pumping his
seed into her. His life-giving seed. Realizing what it was,
what it could do, who was doing it, Ranko reached an epiphany
and, unexpectedly, came furiously with her brother.

Panting, Ranma came back to himself as his cock finished
twitching in Ranko. She pulled him down and pulled his head to
rest on his shoulders, causing him to lie on her. He kissed her
ear and basked in the warm afterglow of their love.

"That was wonderful, Ranma," breathed Ranko.

"You were great, sis," he replied.

They lay together for a while, until Ranma finally pulled
his deflated cock from Ranko. He lay down beside her and she sat
up a little. "Phew," she said. "I need a bath."

"Me too," said Ranma. "But I turned the furo off, so I
guess it'll have to be a shower."

"So, are you going to carry me?"

Ranma smirked and got up.

The bathroom door slid open to reveal Ranma carrying Ranko
in his arms. Both were naked, and Ranko carried some bathing
stuff in one arm. Before entering, she tossed their yukatas over
the clothes hamper.

Ranma put Ranko gently down on her feet; she stood, favoring
her bruised ankle. She stepped gingerly over to the shower head
mounted on the wall of the bathroom away from the furo and
twisted the taps, gasping in the initial rush of cold water.

Returning from closing the bathroom door, Ranma waited until
Ranko had the temperature adjusted before joining her. She
frowned at him playfully.

"Just like a man to wait until the water's warm."

Ranma grinned. "Why get cold when I don't have to?" His
expression slipped. "Besides... I still feel strange around cold
water."

Ranko took Ranma in a gentle hug. "I'm sorry, Ranma. I
didn't mean to remind you of your old life."

"It's okay, sis." She looked up, unsure, and he smiled down
at her. "Really."

She squeezed him, and he felt his cock pressed against her.
It began to stiffen, a vague ache a reminder of the fact that
he'd already come twice this evening. "I'm glad," she said. He
saw the sparkle in her eyes, and she ground herself against his
hardening penis. "Mou, don't men ever get enough?" she asked
playfully.

Ranma just smiled and shrugged and reached for the soap.
Lathering it, he began to wash Ranko, positioning himself to keep
the stream of water from washing the soap off her. Ranko purred
like a cat at the feel of his hands roaming over his body, and
she felt her nipples hardening and the heat begin again between
her legs.

The fact that this time Ranma was caressing as much as
washing didn't help... or rather, made the washing experience
*so* much more enjoyable. He ran his soapy hands over her
breasts, stopping to fondle them, his fingers finding her nipples
and lightly squeezing them. She leaned up against his firm body
as he did this, her back to his abdomen, and she felt his iron-
hard prick against her buttocks. She wriggled a bit and trapped
it between her legs.

"Mmmm, now *this* is washing," she said as she frotted
herself against the top of his hard cock.

Ranma grinned and massaged her breasts a little harder,
sending one hand towards her pussy. "This what you had in mind
before?"

"Wishing would make it so," she said as she drew herself
forward, leaned forward, and reached behind herself to grasp
Ranma's prick. A moment's fitting, and she slid back, engulfing
him in one slow push.

"Ooh, that's wonderful," she said.

"Yeah. Can you turn around, sis? I'd like to face you."

Ranko pulled herself off his impaling penis and stood facing
Ranma. She lifted one leg -- the one with the sore ankle --
which he hooked with one arm, and together they got him inserted
within her again. Ranma's legs were bent a little but he ignored
that, instead concentrating on putting the maximum pleasure into
each of his strokes for Ranko.

After a minute of this, Ranko pivoted a little to face Ranma
fully and said, "Lift me up." He did so, holding her buttocks as
she bounced up and down on his prick, the warm water cascading
over them both. Their motion was barely controlled, Ranma
concentrating on maintaining his balance on the tiled floor as
Ranko writhed in emotional motion on his prick, her arms about
his shoulders, reaching for orgasm.

Suddenly her motion became spasmodic. The pressure and
sensations were too much for Ranma and a few moments later, he
too came.

He let her down, and she clung to him as the echoes of her
orgasm faded.

"You know, bro, I could get used to this."

He snorted. "I bet you could. So, do I get a wash?"

Ranko grinned and grabbed the soap. She began with his
penis, now limp. "This is a fun toy, bro. You've got a real
nice one, you know."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "How would you know? I
thought you said you hadn't seen one before?"

"My friends tell me about their boyfriends. Don't guys
compare notes on girls all the time?"

"Not like that."

Ranko shrugged and smiled. "Anyway, you're much bigger than
their boyfriends." She stroked his limp sex. "It's not getting
stiff again."

"It'll probably take a little while until I can get stiff
again."

"Oh."

He looked at her quizzically. "This is pretty draining."
He snorted. "You're probably trying to get me tired so you can
beat me in sparring."

She let go of him and stepped back, her expression mock
outrage. "I am not!"

Ranma grinned and grabbed a washcloth. He held it under the
shower, getting it thoroughly wet. Flicking it experimentally,
he held it up to Ranko. "I bet you are, and I'm gonna punish you
for it." He flicked it in the direction of her ass.

He missed, of course, but Ranko squealed and laughed.
Grabbing her own washcloth, she said, "Why you! You'll pay for
that!" With her washcloth wet, she aimed a shot at his buns.
She didn't miss.

*snap!* "Ow! Just you wait...!" Ranma dodged another shot
from Ranko, and sent in a flick that ticked one shapely ass
cheek.

"Ow!" she shrieked as she laughed, jockeying for position
for a return shot.

* * *

Nodoka Saotome led a very drunk Genma Saotome up the steps
to the front door of their house. "I hope you're not too drunk,
Panda-bear," she said as she fished her keys from their hidey-
hole. "I've got plans for you."

Genma grinned stupidly as Nodoka opened the front door. "A
martial artist is never--"

A shriek and feminine laughter echoed through the house.
Male laughter followed.

Nodoka frowned. "What *are* those two up to. It's coming
from... the bathroom?"

She strode for the bathroom, stopping outside the door.
Genma ambled after her, a stupid grin still plastered on his
face. Nodoka looked at the hamper, saw the summer robes lying
there, and frowned. She didn't mind them bathing together, it
was a pleasant indicator of their closeness. Still... she
decided to check on the two of them, just to make sure everything
was okay.

Sliding the door open a crack, Nodoka peeked inside. What
she saw shocked her. She threw the door open the rest of the way
and stepped inside.

The two children noticed her presence just as she started to
speak, freezing in position like rabbits caught in a spotlight.
The washcloth dropped from Ranma's hand with a wet *splot*.

"Ranko-chan! I thought I told you to stay off that ankle?!"

GLOSSARY:

Ecchi: The Japanese pronunciation for the letter "H", itself an
abbreviation for "hentai", or "perverted". A slang word
denoting matters sexual. To "do the ecchi" (lit. Jap.
"ecchi suru") is to have sex, "do the nasty".
Gainax: To bounce. Only used of breasts. See any Gainax OAV,
though these days the practice of drawing bouncing breasts
in anime is not restricted to that company. See also
Caldina in Magic Knights Rayearth, Mamono Hunter, and the
opening of Landlock... amongst many, many others.
Ojousama: Young lady, lady, madame; very respectful term of
address for a teenaged to young adult girl.

--
David Eddy -- Senior Consultant, Progress Software Melbourne
d...@progress.com

Screening Coordinator, Melbourne Anime Society
My fanfics are achived at http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Towers/8341