Ranma Does Nerima: Sisterly Conflict (and Resolution) (LEMON) [Episode 78651]

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Ranma realized that maybe he wasn’t the crazy one.  He’d been somehow expecting the girls to look disgusted, to yell at him, to cover their eyes, in short to be repulsed by the incongruous sight of his erect manhood.  He was perfectly aware that its size was above the norm, since it had been a source of embarrassment from puberty.  In junior high already, all the boys in the lockers room had been looking at him weirdly, with what Ranma believed to be distaste (although in truth it was of a healthy bit of jealousy).  Genma had taught him early that it would be worst with girls, and every social stances about public modesty or against exhibitionism had confirmed this.  Ranma’s rare exposures to the female gender, rather close to inexistent until his Jusenkyō curse, had never convinced him otherwise.

So, the three Tendōs’ reactions were something completely new to him.  One was glaring in shock, the other eagerly taking snapshots of him (or more precisely of his private parts), and the third....

It was Kasumi’s rather forward approach that definitely freaked out Ranma.  Not only the elder was staring at him like a starved wolf would look at a lamb, but she was actually extending her hand... trying to touch his pee-pee!

So, Ranma instinctively ducked back in the bathroom to avoid those crazy girls.  Unfortunately, he was doing this by stepping backward to keep his eyes locked on them.  Doing so, of course, his foot slipped on a discarded bar of soap on the floor, tripping him.  For an experienced martial artist, balance and falling are both parts of the basic training.  But the situation was so unusual, and Ranma so focused on the Tendō daughters, that his usual reflexes betrayed him.  Unceremoniously falling backward, Ranma’s head banged against the low wall of the furo.

“Oh my!!” exclaimed Kasumi in concern, jumping in the bathroom after Ranma and immediately kneeling at his side.  Her hand gently massaged the back of his skull, noticing a small bump there but no blood or crack, proving the boy had a hard head.  “Don’t worry...”, softly said the young woman, “I will take care of you, you poor baby....”

Although it was believable, since Kasumi’s attitude was entirely nurturing, one could doubt it was the sole thing on her mind... because her other hand was idly stroking Ranma’s toned belly, going lower and lower, until it reached his pubis.

There, without hesitating, Kasumi’s hand pursued its course along the shaft.  The massive erection hadn’t receded a bit; it was standing proud, like a mast jutting straight from Ranma’s prone body.  All risks of it going flaccid anytime soon were waved as the delicate, feminine fingers rubbed its length.  The tip of Kasumi’s digits toyed with the slightly pulsating blue veins scattered across the surface of this tower, slowly brushing the elastic skin covering the blood-engorged flesh underneath.

Nabiki also tried to move swiftly in the bathroom to get a better view of the scene.  Kasumi was obviously completely mesmerized by the unearthly piece of meat; it was unlikely she’d object to being filmed.  The middle Tendō daughter knew her sisters well; like Akane she was aware of her onēchan’s fetishes.  Kasumi was not only obsessed by big cocks, she also had great liking for amateur video porn.  Being filmed herself only increased her excitement.

Akane, however, turned out to be more of a problem.  The youngest Tendō had finally overcome her shock, and stomped in front of Nabiki, blocking her view of the elder sister and her new boy-toy.  “Nabiki!  What do you think you’re doing!  We got to stop that pervert from taking advantage of Kasumi-onēchan!”

“For now, I’d say it’s rather the reverse...” smirked Nabiki.  Still, she could guess Akane was too stubborn to see things any differently.  However, the mercenary girl would be damned if she’d let her little sister ruin this golden opportunity.  Nabiki had currently no idea where that hunk came from, but she wasn’t one to look such a gift “horse” in the mouth.  On the one hand, she had to stop Akane from interrupting Kasumi’s fun.  On the other hand, she couldn’t kick her imōto-chan out of the bathroom, or Akane would just whine to their father that some pervert boy was getting fresh with his oldest daughter.  A parental figure in full fatherly protective mode was the last thing she needed.

Thankfully, Nabiki knew just what strings to pull with her little sister.  Hooking a finger, she slipped it in Akane’s cleavage, and pulled on her towel.  The knot that kept it tied over the bosom opened, and the bath cloth was thrown away.  Akane shrieked in outrage, and covered her bosom with her arms — a necessary move, since Nabiki had immediately directed the camcorder toward her.  “What the hell are you doing!” screamed the teenaged girl, trying to hide her body from the eye of the camera.

Nabiki took advantage of Akane’s discomfort to step away from her glaring sister and put down the recorder on a nearby stool, oriented toward Kasumi and Ranma.  The nineteen-years-old had now both slender hands on the impressive shaft, stroking it up and down.  The boy, still unconscious, was nonetheless breathing more raggedly.  Now the film would be more static than if the amateur-porn-movie maker had moved around the action, but she had to keep her little sis occupied.

Akane was hunched down to recover the towel, but was stopped by Nabiki suddenly hugging her from behind and cupping her boobs.  The dark-haired girl gasped and turned head to scold her sister, but she was silencing by deep kiss, full in the mouth with tongue and everything.  The hands of the brown-haired girl then went farther south and fingers started to tease the wet slit of her sister.

Nabiki couldn’t be just called an equal-opportunity hentai.  She was, to tell the truth, an all-opportunity hentai.  Her body, her sisters’ bodies, her girlfriends’ bodies... they were all fair game when it came to making money.  The greedy Tendō had no problem selling their images, or even themselves if she could get away with it, and felt no guilt about it.  In fact, she even found a perverse enjoyment in doing so.  If there was something she’d draw the line at, it had yet to be found.

She’d been “helping” Akane with her lesbian urges for some times already.  However, since she asked to get paid for it, her imōto-chan had moved to cheaper pastures a while ago.  Nabiki knowing very well her tender spots, Akane was quick to turn into putty under the skilled hands, despite her protests and attempts to squirm out of the increasingly pleasurable grasp.

“No... Onēchan... stop... it’s not right...” moaned the youngest.

“Tsk, tsk.  This one is for free, Akane-chan.  Why don’t you enjoy the ride?”

Nabiki, nibbling on her sister’s ear, was pinching an erect nipple with one hand while pushing her forefinger between the soft petals of Akane’s vulva.  Blowing the long hairs that got into her face, she glanced at the other couple in the room. Nabiki maneuvered so that both of them could watch Kasumi and Ranma.  Now, she sat on the floor with Akane in her lap, hands roaming over breasts, tummy, bellybutton, thighs, and mons, caressing every inch of the shapely front of her sister.

Nabiki was wishing she could have taken off her clothes first.  Her shorts and tank top were getting drenched by their mixed sweat and Akane’s juices, and were hindering the full contact of their bodies.  But she had to make sure Akane was fully mollified before risking to let her go long enough to undress.  Her only worry would be Kasumi objecting to the sisterly embrace; the elder sister had always disapproved of lesbian sex.  But right now, it looked like she was a too busy herself to care.

“Look, Akane-chan...” whispered Nabiki.  “Look what Kasumi-onēchan is teaching you.  I’m pretty sure it will be very useful for you the day you’ll loose your virginity to a man...”

“N...No...” tried to protest Akane.  Hard to tell if she was denying any willingness to watch her big sister going down on some hugely endowed guy, or the fact that she’d ever want to do it herself.

Still, her gaze was transfixed by the sight of Kasumi lavishing her loving attention on a big cock.  The young woman was no longer using only her hands.  Almost crouched to the side of Ranma, she was adding her mouth to the fray.  Licking up and down the hot flesh of the rod, she was leaving glistening trail of saliva along the large wang.  She reached the top of it, and here rained soft kisses on the bulbous head.  She teased the mushroom-shaped tip with warm lips and tongue, wiggling the latter in the pee hole and getting her first taste of pre-cum.  Finally, she opened wide to engulf the bulging glans, slurping nosily as the musky flavor invaded her taste buds.

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(Posted Sat, 03 Jan 2004 20:47)


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