[Episode 1264] [Episode 1264]These were facts. But, there was another fact that went against these: Nobody, but nobody, could say "no" to Kasumi. It just wasn't done. So, despite Ranma's fea... cautiousness of a certain kawaiikune tomboy finding them, he let out a shaky okay.
At Ranma's positive response, Kasumi closed the door behind her. She quickly took off her evening wear and her undergarments. Her blush brightened as she looked over to Ranma. He had snapped his head to the side, but she could still clearly see the slight dribble of blood coming from his nose. She took a towel from the rack and stepped over to the furo as Ranma stiffly followed.
Ranma, in light of the very beautiful Kasumi becoming very nude, was quite surprised that his legs had received his brain's command to walk. Sensing the beginnings of a diversion in blood flow, he spotted the tub basin of cold water under the faucet by the furo and quickly upended it over his head. The slight tingle that usually came with his transformation was masked by the cold that washed over his body. Ranma shivered as the air hit her wet skin.
Giggling at Ranma's actions, Kasumi was torn between being flattered that he felt the need to cool himself down, and being slightly disappointed that she was now dealing with the female Ranma. With a decidedly cute pout, she slid over a small wooden stool to the front of the tub and gestured for Ranma to sit. As she did so, Kasumi lathered up a small washcloth with soap.
Ranma stared straight into the still water of the bath as wisps of steam rose from the surface from the heat. She absently wondered how she got into her current predicament. She silently cursed herself for the position she decided to sit down. She had the urge to check if the door was about to slide open, but doing that would bring her gaze towards Kasumi. And with her luck, that would be the time that the door finally opened. The feeling of a wet, soapy cloth against his back brought him out of his thoughts, she had to fight down reflex to backhand the person touching her from behind that had been instilled into her by her training.
Kasumi felt Ranma tense a moment as she began to wash her back, her right arm shifting a little. She stopped and waited for Ranma to collect herself before continuing. The sound of a single drop of water dripping into the filled tub echoed faintly in the furo. As Ranma relaxed, Kasumi gave a small smile. She really wished that Ranma changed back into a boy, she wanted to feel the strong muscles of his shoulders and back as she scrubbed him. In his girl-form, she still had those muscles; but they were a little softer, more pliable. They were just more... feminine.
Kasumi couldn't lie to herself, though. At some points, she did have a few wayward thoughts of the female Ranma. But, just not as many as she had of the male Ranma. She leaned back a little as she ran the cloth down Ranma's back. She was sure that her blush could burn the flesh that she was currently washing.
Ranma, on the other hand, was dealing with her own blush. Her hands nearly sweated as she used them to hide the redness of her face. She nearly choked on air when she felt Kasumi's fingertips accidentally slide past the cloth, making it so that she was running them along her back. Her eyes came closed as a shiver ran through her body. It was a few passes before Kasumi realized that her fingers had slipped and she corrected her hold on the cloth. Ranma released a breath she didn't realze she'd been holding.
Kasumi's smile widened as she displaced her fingers on the cloth slightly, allowing her to touch Ranma directly and enjoy her reaction. She let herself run her fingertips along Ranma's skin for a while before reluctantly ordering her fingers properly. A few moments later, a mischievious grin split her face.
Ranma's eyes decided to claim more territory on her face as she suddenly felt twin sensations on her back. And they were most definitely not hands! This was obvious because she felt Kasumi's hands and arms encircle her, keeping her from getting away.
With molten heat suffusing her cheeks, Kasumi dropped the cloth and pressed her chest against Ranma's back. Knowing that she'd try to escape in a panic, she brought her hands in front of the small body before her. Kasumi slowly shifted herself up and down, continuing the wash with her breasts. The shock slowly faded and the tension left the redhead's body for the most part. Kasumi retracted her hands and used them to steady her breasts as she rubbed them against the boy-turned-girl in front of her. Her blush slowly died down as her thoughts diverted the blood to other places.
"K-Ka-Kasumi...?" Ranma nervously stuttered out in a silent plea. She wanted to know why Kasumi was doing this.
"Shhhh......" Kasumi shushed as she came up higher on Ranma, knowing her unvoiced question.
Ranma shivered again as she felt Kasumi's breath in her ear. She pinched her eyes shut, trying to concentrate on anything else but the feeling on her back. The soft feel of twin peaks of flesh on her skin. The subtle change in sensory input as the nipples slowly hardened from the stimulation. The slight chill trailing up her spine as Kasumi inhaled on her upstroke. The warmth that came as Kasumi exhaled on the way down. Nope, didn't think about any of that. None of it. Nope, not at all!
Sometime during Kasumi's ministrations her eyes fluttered closed. She focused on only two things. The first was to keep up the smooth and steady pace of her movements. And the second was the wonderful sensations coming from the skin on skin contact between her and Ranma. The knowledge that there lay a boy within the body she was rubbing against added to the arousal from the simple friction. She decided it was time to move on.
Ranma bit back a relieved sigh as Kasumi back off a little. He had to find out how to get out of there before the reality of his life kicked in and someone walked into the furo. Relief was quickly blown away when the feel of Kasumi's chest on her back returned, and a gentle whisper sounded in his ear. "Return the favor?" Kasumi asked softly as she slowly poured a bucket of cold water over her to rinse away the soap. Ranma never noticed Kasumi's slight downcast look as she stiffened, her self-preservation instincts screaming at him to make a grab for her clothes and hightail it out of there. Nor did she notice the smile that lit Kasumi's features as the fact that, nobody could really deny the girl much, caught up with her. Ranma nodded minutely and made a small sound of affirmation.
Kasumi smiled sunnily as Ranma moved off of the stool and reached for the washcloth she had discarded. Another drop of water echoed as she took a seat on the stool and place the towel she'd gotten earlier across her lap. She could hear the wet sounds of Ranma lathering up the washcloth with shaky hands as she gathered her hair together. She brought her mane of brown locks around to drape over her right shoulder, before she folded her hands and lay them to rest on her towel.
Ranma couldn't stop her hands from shaking as the soap foamed on the washcloth. She closed her eyes to find her center and attempt to calm down. After taking a couple calming breaths, Ranma opened her eyes. Kasumi's bare back caused some of the nervousness to return, but she still held on to a modicum of control. Barely...
"Ranma-kun?" Kasumi said worriedly. It seemed that she'd asked too much of Ranma. She sighed slightly, and was about to turn towards Ranma to tell her that she didn't have to return the favor when she felt a tentative touch on her back. Inwardly, she cheered Ranma's victory over his nervousness. Outwardly, she wore a close-eyed, contented smile.
Still fighting herself on wether or not she should be doing what she was currently doing, Ranma heard Kasumi let out a disappointed breath. Steeling her resolve, she diffidently moved her cloth-covered hands. She could feel the blood fill her face as she slowly scrubbed Kasumi's back, realizing the only thing between her hands and the flesh of the pretty young homemaker was a thin, wet piece of cloth. Ranma blinked as Kasumi sighed. It didn't sound dissapointed as it did last time. It seemed almost... happy? Content? Ranma couldn't wrap her head around the reason why this would be.
While Ranma was making attempts to understand, Kasumi hadn't even realized that she'd sighed. She focused on the gentle motions Ranma was using to scrub her back. Those hands, which Kasumi had seen throw punches that could easily shatter rock and concrete, played softly upon her back. She felt the touches become more confident as Ranma slowly got past her uneasiness. Even with the added pressure, Ranma's touch was still soft on her skin. Much to Kasumi's chagrin, Ranma's gentle treatment was over. Far too quickly, in her opinion. She turned her head to glance back at Ranma. Her cheeks nearly matched her hair. The redness of Kasumi's face rapidly caught up as an idea formed in her mind. "You... c-can do my... front, as well. I-if you want..." Kasumi giggled softly as Ranma fell over backwards, and almost kicked the stool out from under her as she did.
Ranma propelled herself to her knees, quick as a shot. "What?!?!" Kasumi merely blushed harder in response, her earlier boldness fading away. A few moments passed and the sound of another drop of water echoed. Kasumi faced the tub again, her head hung low.
Kasumi stared at the surface of the water in the bath. A small ripple from the most recent drip from the faucet moved across the water. She knew she couldn't blame Ranma for her hesitation at the prospect. She was so old and plain compared to Ranma's other iinazuke. It was just the only thing she could think of to keep Ranma there, with her. Another drop hit the water, letting another ripple flow through the bath. She was about to rinse up and leave when a pair of uncertain hands washed away her insecurties.
Ranma took a nervous glance at the door as she brought the washcloth around to settle over Kasumi's stomach. She knew there was going to be hell to pay for this, but she could practically feel the sadness that had been eminating from Kasumi just moments earlier. Swallowing hard, she had made a decision that may very well kill her.
Kasumi's smile returned full force as Ranma moved the cloth along her belly. Her movements were more unsure than before, but kept their gentleness. Ranma touched her as if she were made of the finest porcelain. Before Ranma had a chance to become remotely comfortable, or at least separate herself enough from her task to just do it, another bout of boldness surged through Kasumi. In a single quick motion, she plucked the washcloth away, cast it aside, and put her hands over Ranma's.
Ranma had been too busy trying figure out a way get out of the furo quickly, without putting a hole in the wall, in case someone came in to stop Kasumi from snatching the washcloth away from her. She was too stunned to do anything when Kasumi made her hands resume their movements on her body. Ranma gulped at the feel of soft skin under her fingers. She knew that she could easily break Kasumi's delicate grasp, but couldn't bring herself to do so. Ranma began to sweat as Kasumi started to bring her hands higher.
Kasumi nervously bit the corner of her lower lip as she set Ranma's hands on the bottom of her bust. She removed her own hands, letting Ranma decide wether or not to go on. She gave an encouraging murmur as Ranma hands didn't move back behind her, instead caressing the twin orbs of flesh in tandem. Kasumi hummed in pleasure as those hands gently kneaded her breasts. She gave a small moan as she leaned back, meeting with Ranma's own titflesh.
Ranma was working on complete instinict. This seemed to be what Kasumi wanted, so Ranma was giving it to her. She slowly worked her hands a little higher. Kasumi's nipples were caught between Ranma's fingers as she continued her ministrations, much to Kasumi's enjoyment. For some reason Ranma's female form didn't carry the calluses that his male form did, and even if she'd developed them, they went away with the next transformation. So, she felt every sensation on her hand more accutely. And the skin of her cursed form was more sensitive as well. She was very aware of Kasumi leaning back into her chest. She was also aware of her female body responding to the pretty girl in her arms. She absently wondered how much Kasumi minded having two twin, hardened peaks poking her in that way. After a while Ranma decided that Kasumi didn't mind it at all.
A few minutes passed before Kasumi opened her eyes, noting that she hadn't even realized that she'd closed them. They had to hurry, or else Ranma's luck would catch up with her. She sighed and reluctantly removed Ranma's hands. Ranma gave her a questioning look as she turned to face her. "Ranma..." She began with a blush.
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