Jedi Kasumi29 Jedi Kasumi (A Star Wars/Ranma Crossover) by Jim Robert Bader (Featuring characters and situations created by George Lucas and Rumiko Takahashi. This is purely a work of fiction and is not intended to compromise the copyrights of any other creative persons. I have nothing worth suing me for, so please be gentle...) LEMON ALERT---HENTAI MATERIAL AHEAD! CONTAINS SCENES AND SITUATIONS OF AN EXTREMELY ADULT NATURE, WHICH IS KIND OF FUNNY SINCE THE AGES OF THE PARTICIPANTS RANGE FROM 16 TO 19 YEARS OF AGE, BUT AS THEY ARE FICTIONAL THIS DOES NOT TECHNICALLY VIOLATE ANY COMMUNITY STANDARDS--- NONETHELESS, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Episode Twenty-Nine. The Waxy Scent of Lemon Having at last succumbed to their mutual attraction, the engaged trio of Ranma, Kasumi and Nabiki are now vigorously at work exploring the nature of their three-way mutual engagement, having lost all inhibition due to the use of the Siege Perilous as a teaching tool to further their Jedi training... While Ranma and his fiancées are thus engaged in vigorous foreplay, the other trio of Ukyo, Akane and Shampoo have run into some unforeseen snags due to a fierce disagreement over the depth of sincerity of Akane's romantic intentions. Ukyo has doubts that Akane is capable of having a fidelitous relationship and has asked for space to Sort out her own confused feelings in the matter. Even So, the Chef is surprised to discover that she is not quite the passive participant that she has until now been presupposing... Meanwhile, Trieste and Kimiko, concerned with Akane's recent behavior, have resolved to take matters into their own hands and thus have dragged the youngest Force Adept over to the Kuno mansion in an attempt to reconcile any issues currently separating the Families of Kuno and Tendo, a well-meaning effort that is about to yield unexpected side-effects... Akane glanced nervously around the room, which was styled in the manner of an ancient Japanese Daimyo's audience chamber, the aristocratic nature of which was evident from the tasteful display of ancient masks and weaponry adorning what clearly doubled as a sometime practice chamber. As Akane sat composed and uneasy at the side of her Sensei and Mother, she wondered what the purpose was for even being here given that it had been some time since they had last paid their respects to the Kuno family. This room was clearly designed to remind visitors of the impressive heritage of the Kuno family and their deep roots in noble Samurai traditions, leaving her to wonder if the Lord and Lady of the estate really did tend to think of themselves as minor nobility. If so, then it could go a long ways to explaining the behavior of Tatewaki and Kodachi. It was just like the Kunos to want to make people feel like inferior servants any time they paid a visit. Just because they were wealthy and that Godai Kuno had a thriving business as both a Florist and a Pharmacist of good standing, was that any reason to make people wait for twenty minutes as though they were supplicants paying respects to their Daimyo? Small wonder Tatewaki tended to act like he owned the very street down which he walked and all the other students at Furinkan were his unpaid retainers. Kodachi had that same air too, which was what had made bringing her down a peg so much fun in the first place, the memory of which gave Akane a too-brief smile before she hastily stuffed the thought away, not wanting to be reprimanded for allowing her thoughts to wander too far from the present while Trieste was taking notice. Waiting was not really a skill for which she had much practice, and the longer she and her two elders sat there in formal positions of respect the more anxious she became as if sensing that something momentous was in the works, for which she had only the vaguest clue to give her warning. It was not like her mother to be so mysterious and vague as to the purpose for which Akane's presence was demanded, but she knew it had something to do with the events that had taken place between herself and Kodachi. Her Sensei's sobering demeanor as much as said this in loud, bold lettering, and that only increased the degree of Akane's reluctance to be in this place when she would much rather be elsewhere spending time with her friends, Shampoo and Ukyo. After all, they were supposed to be in training against the Golden Pair, and Akane was anxious to be with them when the time came to give that Mikado Senzenen his much-deserved comeuppance. Thinking of Ukyo and Shampoo only increased the degree of her anxiety, fueling her need to want to patch things up with both of her lovers. She had no idea why they had come to strain their friendship so suddenly, even granted that Ukyo had been quite explicit in spelling out her deep reservations regarding Akane recent behavior and capacity for a stable relationship. Akane had assured Ukyo that she had every intention of changing her ways and settling down with Ukyo as her primary lover, but still the former Sith apprentice seemed convinced that fidelity was not within Akane's nature, and even Shampoo seemed to be taking her side by refusing sexual relations with them both until Ukyo herself made a firmer declaration. Two consecutive nights without either girl writhing beside her under the bedsheets was enough to make Akane fidget with a serious need for immediate self-relief, and yet she dared not touch herself down there while a guest in someone's house and in the presence of her Elders. Even she had enough discretionary sense to know better than to try that! What was with Ukyo doubting Akane like that anyway? It was hardly as if Akane had been actively pursuing anyone else since first encountering the Bishonen chef, Shampoo exempted naturally. The three of them fit together so well upon a futon, there was magic in everything that they tried together, and it was quite a joy getting both girls to take turns in a "sandwich" position, even having Akane be the "filling" in the middle when they really got cooking. Shampoo never ceased to amaze Akane with her sheer inventiveness and near-endless stream of masterful techniques, and even the less experienced Ukyo was picking things up by osmosis...so where was the source of the conflict that had suddenly sprung up between them? Why did Ukyo doubt that Akane could commit to her when Shampoo herself could testify that they made a great couple together? It just did not make any sense, though she wondered at times if maybe Shampoo had figured it out and had yet to see fit to inform Akane... Her attention thus distracted, it took her a moment before her senses alerted her to the approach of someone who had a strong Force aura, and then she looked up to see the Lady Hitome Kuno make her entrance to the chamber. That is to say that she swept in like a graceful, brightly-plumed bird in her flowing kimono and general air of charm and regal bearing, her feet seeming to glide across the smooth wooden flooring as she bathed them all in a benevolent smile then said, "Kimiko, Sensei! It's been ages since you last visited, how are you?" "Hitome-san," Kimiko rose to clasp arms with the other woman, the both of them radiating genuine pleasure in the other's presence, "It's been much too long. How have you been faring? You look fabulous! Have you been trying a new diet?" "Only a diet of love, but you must tell me how you manage to remain so beautiful, and after having three lovely daughters, is this one of them I see?" Hitome turned the power of her smile upon Akane, "Why, that can't be your youngest, can she? She looks so much grown up, and what lovely hair...Akane- chan? Is this the little girl I remember so fondly?" "Um," Akane colored a bit and bowed her head while remaining kneeling, knowing better than to stand up without an express invitation, "How are you doing, Auntie? It has been a while, hasn't it?" Trieste had signaled that Akane was to remain seated while she herself stood up and in turn clasped arms with Lady Kuno, "It is good to see you well, Hitome- san. The years have been kind to you, and I can feel that your training in the Force has progressed to a most impressive degree." "I only practice what you have taught me, Sensei," Hitome blushed like a girl Akane's own age before turning an amused look towards Kimiko, "So tell me how that rascal of a husband of yours is getting on these days? Is he still as much of a crybaby as I remember?" "Not that he has much to cry about these days," Kimiko replied with a smile that was almost conspiratorial, "Our eldest daughter, Kasumi, is now engaged to a younger man whom she met a while ago, a very talented young boy by the name of Saotome Ranma." "Saotome?" Hitome backed away a bit in surprise, "Surely you don't mean...Genma?" "The very same," Kimiko replied, "He and Nodoka had a son who's now about Akane's age, but he's quite a mature young man and very talented in the martial arts, so much so that Sensei has elected to take him on as a student for Jedi training..." "Sure not!" Hitome reacted, "Nodoka? You mean your daughter is engaged to marry his son? How extraordinary! And here I would have thought it would be one of her rivals who'd take the honors, most likely Atsuko..." "Haven't seen her for a while, thankfully," Kimiko said with an enigmatic expression of her own, "But I think she may have had a son of her own who's been hanging around the neighborhood causing trouble. Like mother, like son, I suppose..." "Oh yes," Hitome nodded, "Atsuko was quite the hell raiser, but that Amazon...now she could be annoying! Ah dear me...such memories..." "As I recall," Kimiko said slyly, "You used to have quite the thing for Genma yourself back in those days, before he settled down and picked Nodoka." "Oh please," Hitome replied, "I am well past the age for girlish crushes. I'm quite happy now with Godai, and I have two lovely children who make life interesting in the mansion. In truth I can't imagine what it was that possessed me back then to want to have anything to do with a vagabond like Genma, though I am curious to know how Nodoka is faring. Is she still practicing that quaint Ken-jutsu ryu of hers? The one with the quick draw style?" "As far as I know," Kimiko replied, "And do you still maintain your own kata?" "Oh, I keep in shape through regular practice," Hitome said breezily, "I've just wondered how good Nodoka may have gotten over the years. It would be interesting to cross swords with her once again, for old times sakes..." "Of course," Trieste gently intruded in on the gossip, "I'm sure she feels the same, but Hitome-san, that is not why Kimiko-chan and I wished to speak with you. Is your husband available?" "Godai?" Hitome responded, "Certainly, I can have Sasuke fetch him, he's in the study." "Please do," Trieste urged, "And have your children meet with us here, Tatewaki and Kodachi. What we have to say affects them as well as our family's honor." "Oho?" Hitome raised an eyebrow, at this, "Family honor you say? Well then, I'll go tell my family and have them all convene with you in a group meeting. We don't have enough of those around here, it will be good to get back into the practice." Akane eyed the older woman uneasily, her feelings of uneasiness only increasing by the moment, which prompted her to wonder what her Sensei and mother had in mind for her being here anyway, and why her older sisters were no where to be found at the moment, which in turn made her mentally ask the next inevitable question, **Where the heck are Kasumi and Nabiki anyway?** Had she but known the answer to this query her anxiety would have been instantly transformed to dismay and exasperation, and not a little amazement... The Siege Perilous had the virtue of being a psychically impregnable barrier, which meant that it prevented spiritual energies from directly penetrating either way, so even clairvoyance and telepathy were blocked from both the inside and the outside. Psychic energy could circulate in and out through the permeable layers of the field itself, but not coherent thoughts or energies that could be translated into word, sensation or image, which was why no one outside of the circle could sense or be aware of the curious events taking place within its protective embrace as three very special teenagers were gathered together in a rather intense pastime for which there was much intense activity accompanied by a lot of profuse groaning and moaning, punctuated by the odd cry at intermittent moments. Ranma had never even imagined himself in such a situation as what he found himself, sandwiched in the middle of a sisterly threesome as Nabiki and Kasumi yielded to their animal impulses, the baser need to couple overriding all other conscious awareness. As incredible as it felt to be in the midst of his two beautiful iinazuke without a stitch of clothing between them, it was even more incredible to feel the press of their bodies, the caress of their soft hands and the gentle touch of their lips as they painted kisses all over his face and upper chest, the sisters of one mind and intent as they treated Ranma to the overwhelming pleasure of their combined stimulations. Though their behavior was not characteristic of the women whom he looked up to as senior students of the Jedi arts, he was in no state of mind to refuse their tender entreaties. He was also very potently aware of their attractive qualities as both women and fiancées, their not-so-subtle charms upon display and overwhelming his senses as he went along with their urgent desire to physically join with him. For a young man with no prior sexual experience, it was more than a bit of an eye-opener to find himself in this inexplicable situation, and yet some part of his mind understood and reacted instinctively to their encouragement as his own hands responded in kind, caressing and fondling their bodies even as his mind registered the soft firmness of their skin, the warmth of flesh as he explored areas formerly off-limits to his conscious way of thinking. Of great interest were those delicately yielding mounds of flesh that were offered to him like ripe fruit fit for the plucking, and yet his own experience in his cursed form cautioned him to an awareness of just how sensitive a woman's breast could be, and with that in mind he was much gentler in handling them than the sort of groping crudeness that might otherwise have been expected. That both Nabiki and Kasumi responded positively to being touched in such a place was a revelation in itself even as he felt their kisses going lower down his own anatomy, causing his manhood to stiffen to an erect posture that jutted towards the ceiling like a finger lifted in profound realization of its purpose in life. His posture grew even more hard when the two sisters each reached down simultaneously and began fondling his scrotum, playing with his "balls" as it were before moving on to the shaft and vying for the honors of seeing which one of them would be first to lay claim to this spire of his masculinity. It was an even guess to venture which of them was the more eager, though Kasumi and Nabiki exchanged looks that were as much competitive as lustful, and each one smiled in turn, Kasumi kind and passionate in her ardor, Nabiki somewhat more possessive, but clearly not resenting the shared interest of her older sibling. "After you, Nabiki-chan," Kasumi softly murmured, "I insist." "All right, Oneechan," Nabiki replied, her avaricious appetites getting the better of any normal deference that she might otherwise had displayed to her beloved sister. Ranma just lay flat on his back and wondered what those two were going on about, but the next instant his eyes went wide as he saw Nabiki bring her mouth down into play, flicking her tongue at the base of his shaft and moving her way up towards the ball in smooth and enthusiastic order. Almost like a young girl licking at a popsicle she began to paint a trail of saliva up and down the shaft until, working her way to the top, she parted her lips even wider and took the whole head into her mouth, washing her tongue around the base of the "helmet" and causing Ranma to arch his back and gasp in disbelief, half afraid that she was about to eat it, and the other half of his being just simply reacting to the indescribable pleasure. Nabiki continued to work him over until she was ready to take more of him down the hatch, first a few inches at a time, then deeper, bobbing back and forth as she swallowed more and more of him down like a circus performer might thrust a sword down her throat, sliding the shaft up to her trachea and back again while Ranma just groaned and felt as though he were being devoured over and over. He had always known that Nabiki liked putting things in her mouth and had a sweet-tooth for consumption, but when he dared glance down the length of his chest and saw how far she was going down on him he nearly panicked, thinking that for sure she would bite his shaft off and swallow him like a footlong hot dog. Each time she surrendered his shaft to take another breath was but a temporary relieve even as he felt the first pass down his loins into his belly, and then she would swallow him up again until she had more than seventeen centimeters down, nearly to the base, leaving Ranma to wonder how she could fit his full length that far down past her tonsils, even as the rest of him felt knotted up as though he were about to experience a massive internal explosion. But then Kasumi, who had coyly positioned herself behind Nabiki and had been teasing the rear genitalia of her younger sister (much to Nabiki own amazement and delight) put a halt to things and said, "That is enough, Nabiki-chan...now you must take Ranma-kun in through a different pair of lips. You're just about wet enough down here, he should slide into you without much problem." "Eh?" Nabiki gasped as she pried her mouth loose from Ranma's "plug," only to have Kasumi gently encourage her to sit upright and then position herself so that her loins were poised directly over the now rock-hard shaft of Ranma's organ. Nabiki was surprised at being expertly handled by Kasumi as her sister positioned the head at the lubricated gates of her sex, but then Kasumi gently urged her to "sit down" upon him, and Nabiki rolled her eyes back in her had as she softly sighed, taking Ranma in all the way in one smooth, fluid motion. Kasumi then settled down directly behind Nabiki and cupped her sister's breasts with her two good hands, nuzzling Nabiki's earlobe as she murmured, "Now, Imotochan, we will do this together..." Nabiki gasped as Kasumi began to gently rock the both of them forward, then eased her way back again, moving her sister's loins atop of Ranma no more than a few centimeters, but which proved more than sufficient motion to grind the boy's prick against the sensitive nerves surrounding her opening, which gave Nabiki as much pleasure as the feeling for Ranma of having those velvety walls caress and enfold him. Kasumi rocked back and forth again several more times like this before she began to grind her own pelvis up against Nabiki's fanny, which added to the upward motion of her pelvic upstroke, a small but significant increasing of the pressure that fired her nervous system with electric sparks and gave Ranma some lateral motion to consider as his manhood throbbed and pulsed within her. Kasumi also gave excellent service to her sister's breasts while nibbling on Nabiki's earlobe, the combined effect of which put her sister near the edge of total arousal even as Ranma felt the pressure build inside of him growing all the more intense each time she bobbed up and down on his stiff member. Of the three of them it appeared to be Kasumi who was coordinating the bulk of the action, but Nabiki was easily as aroused at the feeling of Kasumi's pelvis grinding against her butt as she was the deliciously full sense of Ranma's huge organ jutting up inside her, so much so that she started to lean forward at one point, only to have Ranma's hands reflexively reach up to steady her about the rib-cage. Nabiki wasted no time urging him to move those hands a bit upward, and then she had the delight of feeling four hands plying and kneading her soft flesh as Kasumi surrendered part of her grip and instead urged Ranma to place his thumbs and forefingers on both of Nabiki's nipples, at which point Ranma took over by gently tweaking those delicate love buttons, even as Kasumi's hands glided down and began to stroke up and down the smooth belly of her less experienced sibling, causing certain nerves to flare to life as butterflies began fluttering from her tummy to her bosom, even as Kasumi's hands moved further down and began to tease Nabiki's sex around where she was engorging Ranma's male organ. A bit of tentative exploring was all it took for her sister to discover Nabiki's hooded clitoris, and then the middle Tendo sister began gasping in amazement, spiraling pinwheels and firecrackers going off in her head even as her body clenched around Ranma like a muscle and applied the last bit of pressure needed to set him off within her. Like a lightsaber flashing to life, Ranma felt his manhood clench like a fist within his loins before the dam burst completely and he fountained his load deep inside his randy iinazuke. As this was on one of her downstrokes, Nabiki gasped as though a water hose had been turned on inside her. Although objectively she knew that the average male could not produce more than a teaspoon of semen at one time, it felt like a heck of a lot more than that! Added to that was a swell of emotive energies that seemed to gather and flow up from the boy she straddled to rocket up her spine and cause her mind to explode with altogether new sensations. She shuddered as Kasumi held her tightly, the two of them so closely bonded on the level of the psyche that the climax experienced by one triggered a similar sympathetic orgasm in the older of the two sisters. Kasumi's hands reached up to cup Ranma's as the both of them fondled Nabiki together, and for a moment all awareness of their individual selves dissolved, leaving them open and aware of each other on a level that was altogether new, strange and different, yet wonderfully intimate, like an intense three-way circuit being completed. Ranma was suddenly transported beyond his own identity to perceive the women on top of him on a level he could never have previously imagined. His connection with Nabiki was intense and spiritual, making him aware of the woman she was and not just the girl she appeared to be upon the surface. He could sense her likes and dislikes, her memories, thoughts and ambitions, along with her curious mix of mischievous sprite and sly genius, the entire package unfolding before his senses to reveal the good parts as well as the bad, a flash of sensation, thought and awareness that rushed through his mind like a dizzying blur, leaving only an impression in its wake that was essentially Nabiki, a new appreciation of her personality and body all rolled into one glorious paradox of wonders. She was indeed the family mercenary, but she had a heart to match her head, a compassion almost the equal to her appreciation for material concerns. She had a passion for numbers and could rattle off calculations at a dizzying speed and had cost-benefit analysis worked out to a real science, but she also was mindful of the consequences of her actions and why it was best to restrain her impulses as she might otherwise have been a very difficult person with whom to live. She very territorial and tended to mark her own personal space with an eye to limiting access to only those whom she really trusted. She was not an easy person to get to know, which fairly amazed him as he had always found her to be quite open, and though she was clearly light years beyond him in understanding the sciences, what attracted him to her most was the sense of need for comfort and security that she hid beneath her strong streak of independence. At heart she wanted someone to love her whom she could trust and feel relaxed around, someone who would never betray her trust or take advantage of his intimate knowledge of her makeup to exploit this against her. In a word, she wanted a friend as much as she needed a lover. Ranma was fairly amazed at how complex the shorthaired Tendo sister's mind could be, yet he found very little within her that did not fit with the overall mosaic, and much of what he did find appealed to him greatly. She was a lot more beautiful on the inside than even she suspected, and as beautiful as she was on the outside there was a loneliness about her with which he could easily identify, a sense of alienation that came from being different from those around you, of knowing and understanding things that were difficult to explain before others. And knowing her did something to him that was quite extraordinary. All at once his hands gripping her breasts like ripened melons began caressing her skin with a newfound appreciation. He felt a strongly urgent need to protect and comfort her, to offer Nabiki his very soul if need be, and to place himself utterly and completely in her hands, even as he felt a bit of her own territorialism invade the moment of his surrender, making his caress as much a tacit statement of possession. In effect he was claiming her every bit as much as she had laid claim to his manhood, and without needing to state the matter baldly in words he was declaring her HIS woman, his mate, his companion, offering her an end to their mutual loneliness and the beginning of an epic journey upon which they both were united in firm friendship...and something else besides this. Kasumi felt the wellspring of emotion rising from Ranma into her sister and felt the joy in Nabiki's heart soar like a little bird given first flight. This, curiously enough, caused Kasumi to feel a vast joy of her own as she celebrated their coupling by linking with their union and adding her own warm blanket of affections. Rather than resent her as an intruder, Nabiki and Ranma both delighted and welcomed the sense of Kasumi's radiant presence, all negative emotions such as jealousy and sisterly resentment banished in the glow of their union, and inspiring in Nabiki a strong sense of need that utterly surprised her. "Your turn, Oneechan," she said aloud, turning her head to see Kasumi smiling gently, their lips only a few centimeters away before the latter leaned forward and tilted her head to kiss her younger sister, hands playing about her genitals and breasts as Nabiki faintly moaned through her nostrils. It was a wonderful sense of closeness that they had never known before, and it made it easier for Nabiki to reluctantly pry herself off of Ranma's now-limp organ. Kasumi wasted no time exchanging places with Nabiki as the latter took her position behind the former and Kasumi placed both hands on Ranma's scrotum and manhood, applying pressure in a cunning way that stopped the retreat of blood and helped it to go erect again in very short order. Ranma gasped in surprise of this, opening his eyes to see his other iinazuke moving into position to mount him. Without taking a moment to wonder how a guy like him could get this lucky, he waited with hushed anticipation until Kasumi spread her moistened labia and positioned the head of his organ at the entrance to her vagina. Nabiki helped by eagerly applying finger-pressure to both labia and clitoris, paying her sister back with eager relish for the delicious torments that she had suffered, even as Kasumi eased Ranma inside her with a delicate sigh of anticipation and longing. Ranma could feel the need inside the older girl, the long-denied hunger for a man to straddle, and with only a slight gasp of his own he found his organ invaded the sanctity of her velvety canal without resistance of any kind. All at once her loins swallowed his up down to the base and Kasumi gasped in recognition, leaning back into Nabiki's arms and feeling the press of the younger girl's bosom against her shoulder blades, hard and knobby nipples gently poking her with unmistakably insistence as Nabiki rested her chin on Kasumi's shoulder and smiled in gleeful anticipation. They started slow at first, much as Kasumi had done when controlling Nabiki, but soon the need became so intense that they started grinding together against Ranma's hard pelvis. The younger boy could do little but put his hands to use steadying Kasumi and fondling her breasts intermittently, though it was Nabiki who paid the most attention there by far, quite obviously getting off on hearing her older sister grunt and exclaim in sharp noises as the friction built up inside her, plunging Ranma's manhood up and down in a bounce that grew in tempo until they were hopping up and down on Ranma with abandon, Nabiki gasping each time her aching loins made contact with her sister's rump, and Kasumi delighting in the welcome embrace of both of her stout lovers. It took some time before the pressure built up too much for Ranma to comfortably resist the urge to explode a second time, but only after Kasumi got coherent enough to remember to touch a certain nerve along the base could he actually come off inside her, and then he shot his second load of the evening right up into her spine, causing Kasumi to cry out and arch her back as though she were being impaled by his love dagger. Had it not been for the wards placed about the chamber the sound would have awaken the entirely neighborhood, but as it was the loudest scream that Nabiki had ever heard emerge from her sister it was quite memorable, oddly adding to the younger girl's pleasure as this delightful bit of payback was also as much her form of thanks to the generosity that had been displayed by her older sister. Once again Ranma felt that moment of completion expand as he reached out with his entire being to fill and complete the gaping need that was buried so deep within Kasumi. All at once he knew her every bit as much as he now knew Nabiki, her mind and awareness expanding to incorporate his own unguarded spirit, the older girl unfolding before him in her entirety of body and spirit, giving him a clear sense of who she was as a person and what made her so special when compared with other girls. To Ranma's amazement he found himself embracing perfection as Kasumi embodied both a motherly wisdom and a child-like innocence that went well with her generous and compassionate nature, both nurturing and protective. Whereas Nabiki had come across as possessive and a bit self-centered, Kasumi proved to be the very opposite of both qualities if more an interesting contrast than a polar opposite. Kasumi was generous to a fault yet had a practical street-wise savvy about her that one might hardly have expected had they not known that she had traveled much of the world in the company of her Mistress. Ranma was amazed at the agile facility in which her mind worked, far more the long-range strategist to the short-range tactician that was her younger sister. Just viewing the memories of the places to where the older girl had traveled cause Ranma to feel a very unexpected sense of envy and appreciation. He had thought himself well traveled after ten years of living on the road with his father, yet now he understood implicitly the vast difference that was to be found in paying your way for the places you visited and the places at which you stayed rather than sleeping in the forest and many a back alley, as he had done with his cheapskate father. Sensei Trieste had been quite attentive to showing Kasumi many of the religious sites and important temple areas that were to be found throughout the wider span of Asia, and some of the places where they had stayed were quite beautiful and interesting, inspiring in Ranma the unexpected desire to travel there himself one day so that he could take everything in with his own senses. Trieste never seemed to lack for money and resources, but she never stooped to the petty thievery that had been the lot of Genma during his travels. Once again Ranma felt a stab of envy at having missed out on such an experience and almost wished that Trieste had raised him the way she had raised Kasumi and her sisters. Nabiki, meanwhile, was quite fascinated as she studied the flow of memories and emotions that she now shared with her older sibling. She had always known that Kasumi had been to some very curious sites in her time, but only now did she appreciate how much she had missed from being the one who stayed home to help out their parents and look after their younger sister. Envy gave way to delight as Kasumi freely shared everything with her from the fondest memories to the most quixotic adventures that she and Trieste had experienced together. It made Nabiki hug Kasumi that much more tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks as happiness and sadness flowed together, making her suddenly aware of just how much she missed having her Oneechan around and how good it felt to hold her in her arms, to revel in the sweet perfume of her body and give vent to her dawning awareness of just what a great body Kasumi had, and how nice it was to squeeze her bosom. The more she thought on this the more her former reluctance faded to a dim memory, and then she knew that she wanted Kasumi every bit as much as she wanted to screw some more with Ranma. Once Ranma came down from his second climax he felt exhausted and was panting harder than if he had fought for an hour against an opponent as tough as Ryoga. His heart was beating like a drum and it was all that he could do to suck wind and attempt to stave off passing out while Kasumi reluctantly surrendered her purchase to allow Ranma some much-needed rest. Instead she turned around and leaned up against Nabiki, planting a kiss on the younger girl's lips that was closely followed by their arms entwining one another, and then Kasumi bore Nabiki down to the floor and started to paint sweet kisses over her face and cheeks, moving down to her throat area while plying hands to Nabiki's skin, doing her best to cause the other girl to yield to her caresses as Kasumi went down on the hollow of Nabiki's neckline, pressed her lips to the base of her throat and then drew a trail of tongue-flicks down from her shoulders to those swelling mounds of flesh that were Nabiki's bosom. In return for this Nabiki arched her back and softly cried out her sister's name while spreading her legs wide en accommodate her, yielding herself to Kasumi as though she were the pink meat of a freshly opened oyster. Ranma lay where he was watching the two of them go at it with rounded eyes that belied his state of overall languor. He had never suspected that either Kasumi or Nabiki were even capable of something like this, but once he started to watch them in action he began to feel his excitement and interest renewing, if only because he could not look away, as mesmerized as he was by the beauty of the two passionate sisters going at it like a couple of passionate kittens in heat, and the more he watched the more his limp manhood began to revive, its soreness forgotten in the intensity of their mutual ardor. Nabiki was past the point of surprise finding herself writhing in the arms of Kasumi when her older sister rolled her onto her back positioned Nabiki's body in such a way that she was straddling her while lavishing attention on her younger sister's fulsome breasts. Nabiki gasped as Kasumi suckled first one nipple and then the other, clearly delighting in the savor and taste in her mouth. Nabiki reveled in the wonderful sensations this caused her, but even more when Kasumi rubbed her face between Nabiki's cleavage, then slowly began to plant a series of kissed down her chest to her belly button, and then pause while she lavished attention down there, causing all sorts of fluttering sensations to climb up and down the younger sibling's spine, and then Kasumi resumed her course downward towards the "V" formed by Nabiki's legs, carefully circling around the furry space covering her moistened labia before going to work down the inner thigh of one leg. Nabiki all but howled at this as she thought Kasumi a magician for finding exactly the right way to drive her over the edge of delight into full ecstasy, but Kasumi was far from content to merely tongue her way down the sensitive nerve endings, she went the full length of her sister's leg , lifting and stretching it out as she painted her way down to the bare foot of her sibling, and then she began to lick the instep, and Nabiki went wild as she squirmed and writhed on the floor at the indescribable pleasure that this caused her. Her other leg kicked and she thrashed with her arms and body like a fish on land, the noises of astonished approval music to Kasumi's ears, which further encouraged her to give such treatment to the whole foot, even as Ranma watched with rounded eyes and marveled at the way the older girl could bring her sister to a fit of groans and giggles in the space of a few seconds. He was also grateful for the chance to rest up as Kasumi repeated her efforts upon Nabiki's other leg, but then she got tired to tormenting Nabiki with such teasing gestures and moved in for the kill, having gotten her sister sufficiently aroused that she could now indulge in some good old fashioned wholesome cunnalingus. Of course at the moment her lips touched Nabiki's sex her sister started to go over the edge, and no sooner did Kasumi begin to flick her tongue over her clitoris then Nabiki's hips began to buck and she gave vent to her extreme pleasure by gushing out in female ejaculation, only some of which found its way to Kasumi's lips as the older Tendo sibling was caught by surprise for a rare instant. Not slow to recover, however, Kasumi promptly licked her face like a cat then dove in and began cleaning Nabiki up, tasting some of Ranma's semen mixed with the sweetness of her sister. Nabiki thrashed like a wild woman as Kasumi went to town on her, and all the while Ranma looked on in sheer amazement. When at last Nabiki's double-orgasm spent its course and she began to subside a bit from the intensity of the moment Kasumi gently eased her down rather than force matters to continue. She looked up from her position with her face slick with moisture as Nabiki's gasps became gentle whimpers, then mews of happy contentment, followed by a soft sigh and a happy, "Mmmmm...ooohhh, Kasumi...that was incredible..." "And that's only for a beginning, Imotochan," Kasumi cooed softly, moving up to straddle Nabiki with her face hovering over the younger girl with their noses almost touching, "Would you like to do me now? I assure you, there is no experience quite like bringing another woman to fulfillment." At one time Nabiki would have declined the offer, insisting that she did not go **that way** in any sexual context, but now, with the evidence clearly at hand, she could only smile up at the slickened juices that covered her older sister's lovely face, then impulse and instinct took over and she reached up to pull Kasumi down into a kiss that was only the start of the ensuing foreplay. Ranma watched what happened next like a man in a dream as Nabiki demonstrated how quick a study she was by returning back on Kasumi every bit of the pleasure that had just been rendered unto her, and as he watched he felt his own excitement building to an intensity that was truly beyond comprehension. He knew that he could not long hold back from joining in once again on the fun, even as he felt a strange connection to the activities being played out before him. It was as though he could empathically sense the intense sensations both were throwing off as they worked to bring each other to completion once again, the sisters not wasting too much time before assuming a classic "69" position, almost turning it into a sporting competition as they licked each other's sex with the happy eagerness of a couple of cats in heat, and it was even money which girl was enjoying herself more while pleasuring the other. It was a lot to take in for someone who---up until fifteen minutes ago---was barely even aware about sex and the wonders of the female body, but now that he was a fresh convert to the faith he had every intention of indulging this fantasy fetish, and while he was hardly so crude as to term it as "plunging into the pussy" (he would have shuddered if someone had said that word in his presence) he was more than ready to plunge in and indulge in the fun, sensing intuitively that his presence was more than welcome as the fun was only just beginning, and he was an altogether eager student for these types of advanced lessons, just as Kasumi and Nabiki were proving to be most ardent teachers... "Mother dear?" Kodachi asked as she responded to her summons, "You asked Sasuke to find me?" "Come in, Child," Hitome smiled, waving to the other guests already seated upon the floor, "Look who has graced us for a visit? Sensei Trieste and my dear friend Kimiko, and look, they brought their daughter, Akane, along, isn't that nice?" Kodachi was surprised to see the two older women present in her family's ancestral chamber, but at the sight of Akane she nearly turned tail and fled back down the corridor. That her older brother, Tatewaki, was also present only added to her embarrassment and confusion, but to see her father sitting at the end of the room in the position of a Daimyo served to halt her in mid-flight. No matter how uncomfortable she might be to see Akane in the room, there was no way that she would show fear within his presence. She had pride in her family to consider, and for a Kuno to admit to being intimidated by a mere commoner was most unthinkable. She thus forced herself to move on ahead, careful not to glance towards Akane for fear of losing her nerve and defeating the effect that she was hoping to create. Her slight hesitation, however, did not go unnoticed by the other occupants of the chamber. Tatewaki frowned while his mother looked on in concern, her father only arched an eyebrow while Trieste narrowed her glance slightly and Kimiko gave a quizzical look as if to inquire what was making the child so nervous. Akane just sighed, wondering if there would be any chance to tell her side of the story before anyone started yelling. And here she had hoped that her presence in this meeting would not signify any dire revelations of her past behavior... Hitome indicated where Kodachi should sit and, after a moment of hesitation, the pony-tailed brunette did so, settling own upon a cushion set beside Tatewaki, but folding her legs beneath her so as to hide the fact that they felt very much like shaking at the moment. Again she tried not to glance towards Akane, but her uneasiness only increased as she imagined the other girl staring in her direction. As calm as she could manage she waited to hear what her elders had to say, nor was she to wait long before receiving the answer to her unspoken query. Once satisfied that everyone was paying attention, the lord of the manor, Kuno Godai, a burly man of middle years, nodded to his guests and said, "Well then, Trieste-san, Kimiko-san, to what do we owe the pleasure of this meeting?" "Godai-san," Trieste began, "We have come before you because of a matter of the gravest nature that has come to our attention. It concerns Kimiko-chan's daughter, Akane, and an incident that we believe occurred between her your daughter some months ago, just prior to their meeting one another in a game of combat Martial Arts rhythmic Gymnastics." "Oh yes," Godai smiled, "I remember that event. It was the first one Koko-chan lost to another high school, and very well played. It's rare to find anyone who can give our daughter a good run for her yen..." "Father," Kodachi blurted before thinking better of the matter. Godai only smiled indulgently at his child before returning his focus upon the trio before him, "An incident you say? What kind of incident, and was it the reason Koko-chan seemed to upset that she threw herself off her game and lost the match?" "I fear that it is so, Godai-san," Trieste replied, "You see...it seems that Kodachi paid Akane a little unorthodox visit a few nights before their match, and...well...to put it delicately...something happened between them and we believe that it was sufficiently grave so as to warrant further action." "Do tell?" Godai said with a curious expression, giving Akane a look that was more curious than hostile, "Koko-chan, would you care to explain this?" Kodachi looked as though she had just swallowed a bug, but she nonetheless forced herself to say, "I...would rather not speak of the details, Father, save that what was done is done, and I would rather the matter be forgotten." Tatewaki stared in amazement at his sibling, even as Akane just blinked, surprised at hearing such a demurral from the other girl, as though Kodachi was trying to save face rather than to admit what happened or explain just why she had been in Akane's room that particular evening. Trieste persisted, however, by saying, "Alas, we feel that it cannot be ignored or forgotten. Akane acted quite irresponsibly and brought shame upon our house and school. That the guilt was shared between both girls hardly matters, only that my student must learn the consequences for her actions so that she never repeats such folly again." "Folly you say?" Tatewaki asked with suspicion, eyeing Akane with a decidedly unfriendly expression, "What folly, pray, is that?" "Um...well...it just sorta happened," Akane lamely replied, "I didn't mean any harm by it, honest!" "I see," Godai pondered the matter before looking at Trieste again, "Do you believe that they deserve to be punished?" "I am not one who believes that punishment alone can be instructive," Trieste responded, "But I do believe that certain issues require an instructive measure of discipline if we are to prevent bad behavior from becoming a habit. Kimiko- chan and I also believe that some form of just compensation should be extended to protect the name and reputation of both the Kuno and Tendo ryu." "Commendable," Godai replied, "But is your solution to this matter adequate to the extent of the indiscretion that you are indicating? After all, they are quite young, and some things are known to happen..." "Father," Kodachi visibly winced. "Dear," Hitome said as she fluttered a hand fan to partially cover her face as she leaned closer to her husband and murmured something too soft to be heard by any other. "Oh, quite right," Godai said as if just remembering a forgotten subject, "We are grateful to you for bringing this matter to our attention, but there is another related subject that concerns this matter equally in terms of family honor." Trieste evidenced surprise and exchanged puzzled looks with Kimiko before turning back to regard the Kunos, "What matter is this, Godai-san?" Godai smiled and gave a nod to Tatewaki, "My son has voiced to us his intent to pursue the hand of a Tendo sister in marriage. He has not been too specific with names and places, but it would be easy to see how he might find an interest in young Akane-san here, her being such a charming young lady..." "N-Nani?" Akane blinked in surprise and dismay. "Father," Tatewaki leaned forward, "I do not mean to contradict you, but this is not the Tendo sister whose hand I do covet. I regret not being more specific with you before but..." "Oho?" Godai considered his son then said, "Akane has two older sisters if I remember rightly. That middle one...I think her name was Nabiki. Is she the one you seek?" Tatewaki visibly blanched, "Hardly so, Father. It is not Tendo Akane whom I seek to make my own, nor even Nabiki, who is a classmate and nothing more than this to me. Rather it is the oldest of the Tendo sisters, Kasumi, whom I long for and do worship. Kasumi whose gentle soul and boundless kindness has touched me in ways no other woman has ever come close to rivaling..." "Close to rivaling?" Kodachi turned a look of askance towards her older brother, "Tachi-kun...do you have any idea how foolish this is sounding?" "Alas, I am a fool for love," Tatewaki replied, "I do not expect you to understand, my sister, since your heart clearly runs in a different direction. As Kodachi sputtered over that remark, Akane murmured faintly to herself, "He's a fool all right, but not the way he's thinking..." "Kasumi?" Hitome said brightly, "Trieste-san's chief student and apprentice? How wonderful! She's a nice, charming young lady, a real credit to any family, it would be a delight to call her my daughter..." "But---wait!" Akane spoke up again before her elders could speak for her, "That's not right! Kasumi rejected Tatewaki's suit in favor of...um...somebody else..." "That's right," Kimiko nodded, "Kasumi is engaged to marry a young man named Saotome Ranma..." "Oh...silly me, I had quite forgotten," Hitome fanned herself, "That's right, you mentioned it just a few minutes ago. Kasumi and the son of Nodoka? Oh my...what a curious universe this is. But...does this mean that Nodoka's son and Tachi-chan are rivals for the same woman?" "Rivals?" Tatewaki reacted with surprising vehemence, "Myself and that low- born...? You must be mistaken! There is no way that my sweet angel could ever look with favor on one who is so clearly beneath her..." "Tatewaki," Trieste spoke with surprising sharpness. "Sensei?" the young man turned to look at the stately Jedi Mistress. "Have I not warned you of the risk of strong emotions taking control over your intellect?" Trieste asked with gentle sternness, "Outbursts such as this are not helpful, nor do they reflect well upon me as your teacher." Tatewaki winced and lowered his head, then spoke with forced restraint, "Sensei...forgive my outburst, and the ungoverned passions that prompted me to voice them. I do not mean to bring shame to either you or my own house, but I am...concerned that Kasumi, a woman whom I deeply treasure, should turn her affections to one who is not worthy of her attention..." "We understand what you mean by your words, Tatewaki," Kimiko replied, "And understand, I have no objections to you whatsoever as a suitor for at least one of my daughters. Hitome and I are friends from way back before you were born, and I know your father to be a good man of good heritage, and it would bring honor to both of our families if you were to marry Kasumi...but...the choice is not yours to be made, it was Kasumi's, in deference to the wishes of her father, my husband." "Oho?" Godai arched an eyebrow, "You are saying that their union was arranged?" "This is so, Godai-san," Kimiko replied, "But Kasumi chose to become engaged to Saotome Ranma of her own free will, and only my other daughter, Nabiki, has effectively disputed her claim..." "Then is the matter fully decided?" Hitome asked with a wave of her folded fan, "Has Kasumi displaced the claim of Nabiki, or is the issue still as yet undeclared?" "Ah...no...not exactly," Kimiko hesitated. "We decided to allow the children to make the choice for themselves," Trieste spoke up on behalf of her companion, "As Kasumi and Nabiki care for one another as sisters, we thought it would be better for them to decide what sort of arrangement they should follow, and it was resolved that Ranma-kun should be given time to grow and mature before being forced to marry anyone. When he is of age, and not before, will he be a suitable match for my two oldest disciples." "In other words you decided to duck and tossed the ball to the ladies to let them fight it out between them," Godai sighed, "Ah...that sounds so much like the good old days, I'm actually nostalgic... "So Nodoka's son has both of your older daughters fighting over him?" Hitome fanned herself again with a coy expression, "My, that is...nostalgic...so he must be quite the charming young man...anything like his father?" "Thankfully no," Trieste replied. "But he is a charmer," Kimiko affirmed, "And if you met him you'd understand just why." "This is absurd!" Tatewaki blurted out before catching the stern reproof of Trieste's expression, "I mean...Saotome Ranma is nothing but a low-class boor who has been living like an animal off the land, and he has no class, no manners, no style and no breeding..." "Then he is like his father after all," Hitome turned her glance towards Kodachi, "And you, Koko-chan? Have you met this Saotome Ranma?" "Um...I have, Mother-dearest," Kodachi responded, "He is Nabiki...um...friend, and as we used to be playmates together, I took an interest in seeing if he were worthy of her affections..." "Which he is not, as surprising as that may sound," Tatewaki said, "Given the mercurial nature of Tendo Nabiki and the difficulty with which she normally forms attachments..." Kodachi gave a sour look at her brother then said, "My impression of him was hardly as negative as that, and I do resent you saying such thoughtless things about my friend, Tatewaki. If she is smitten with this handsome young boy, then it is hardly your place to criticize her for this. However...the thought of Nabiki having to compete with her own sister..." "Yeah, whatever," Akane rolled her eyes with a sigh. "Indeed?" Hitome mused, fanning herself once again before adding, "I think I should like to meet this boy and determine whom he more takes after, Genma...or Nodoka." "So," Godai began with a curious expression, "You are saying that the girl whom my son is interested in marrying is in fact engaged to the son of Baldy Saotome? And yet Koko-chan's cute girlfriend is also engaged to him? And what does that make little Akane here?" "Single, thankfully," Akane answered before anyone else could. "Akane is not engaged to anyone at the moment...that I know of," Kimiko answered, "But she has been spending a lot of time with some friends of hers, one of whom is sort-of like a boy, and I believe that they have been having quite a bit of fun together, though I can't be too specific..." "But I thought Akane was interested in Koko-chan," Hitome remarked. "W-What?" Kodachi reacted, "Mother!" "Um...excuse me?" Akane tentatively asked. "Well," Godai remarked, "You did just admit to spending time with her a while back, yes? And just how intimate was this encounter, dare we ask?" "Ahhh..." both young girls responded, but with very different expressions of reluctance. "Godai-san," Trieste began, "It was because of Akane's regrettable behavior that we wanted to come to you and make a formal apology. I know that wrong was done on both sides, but it hardly excuses what Akane did, even if Kodachi provoked the encounter by her intrusion in my student's room after hours..." "You did what?" Tatewaki started to sit up and glare at Akane, "I have long suspected you of some such perfidy, but to seduce my own sister...!" "Tatewaki!" Kodachi cried out in dismay. "Tachi," Hitome said sharply, "That is enough. What is done is done, and in any event, it remains the personal business of your sister and Akane. "Huh?" responded Tatewaki, Kodachi and Akane. "Son," Godai spoke up in a manly tone, "It may be hard for you to accept that your sister has a personal life of her own, but believe me when I say that it is always best to accept things as they are rather than attempt to change them into what you wish that they would be. Take my own life for example...all those years ago when I was competing for the attention of your mother against the likes of Saotome and that French guy, right before I realized that if I was going to have any hope of winning her heart then it would have to be up to Hitome to accept me on her own terms. You can't make a person love you no matter how much you try. If it is meant to happen then it will happen, and that is all that can be said upon the subject." "Well said, Godai-san," Kimiko smiled, "You certainly have gained wisdom since the old days when you were so obsessed about haircuts and went around with those scissors of yours threatening to give us all haircuts." "Yes indeed," Godai smiled, "I was a very different man in those days, but I grew into an even more foolish one over the years. I became obsessed with business and neglected my wife and children, throwing myself into my research into plant extracts, and in time I took for granted the extraordinary gift that I had in my family, even fooling around for a time just to prove my virility in my own eyes. I tell you truthfully, Trieste-san, that I do not know what would have become of me if you had not intervened on that day when you and little Kasumi, when you saved Hitome from my stupidity and neglect and made me aware of just how wrong I was to spend all my time away from their company. I might have even succumbed to my own work, and who knows what that might have eventually led to?" "One cannot say the shape of a future path that we never took, Godai-kun," Trieste replied, "Destiny is fluid and our actions determine our fate. When one life intersects with another a change in the flow is always to be expected." "Just so," Godai nodded sagely, "I remember little Kasumi when she was just a wee thing trotting at your heels like a dutiful puppy, and I've no doubt that she has matured into a beautiful young lady, the kind that any man would be proud to claim as his own. You are not to be blamed for treasuring her, Tachi- kun, for I am sure that she is one to be treasured. But if she is not destined to be yours, then wisdom dictates that you accept this as the judgement of the fates..." "Father...how can I?" Tatewaki asked, "I love her..." "You don't love her," Akane spoke up again, "You only love the things about her that everyone with eyes can see, but that's not really love, Tatewaki, that's just desire, and if Kasumi doesn't love you back, then you can't really claim to be the one for her, now can you?" "Ah?" Tatewaki asked, then looked away with a deeply troubled expression. "And who are you to lecture anyone on desire, may I ask?" Kodachi shot back, surprising herself with her own boldness, "You who takes what she wants without bothering to take into account the sentiments of the one whom you are intent on seducing?" "Oh yeah?" Akane asked, "Is that why you tried ambushing me in my room...Kodachi-chan? You can't really claim to being an innocent over what happened, now can you?" "Eh..." it was Kodachi's turn to glance away, her own conflicted feelings momentarily plain upon her own aristocratic features. "Tatewaki-kun," Trieste spoke gently, "You proved yourself to be a man of character when you make your apology to me and to Kuonji Ukyo for your own misbehavior. Admitting to an error is the sign of a man, not a child or a fool. A fool is one who commits a grave error yet refuses to learn from the errors of his ways. If you wish to grow up to be a wiser man, like your father, then perhaps you should admit that Kasumi does not think of you as other than a friend, and to leave yourself open to the possibility that there is someone else better suited to be your mate. After all, a handsome and intelligent boy such as you must surely have other prospects worthy of being considered?" "Well then," Godai clapped his hands together, "Perhaps the problem isn't so serious as you led me to think, Trieste-san. Perhaps we could work something out here that will put to rest these concerns and satisfy the honor of our two families. Perhaps an arranged marriage of, say, Tachi-kun and your Akane?" "Huh?" Akane blanched. "What?" Kimiko blinked. "Father?" Tatewaki reacted. "Father!" Kodachi spoke up in protest. "Um...that is not quite what I had in mind..." Trieste delicately noted. All at once Hitome flapped her fan and gave a merry laugh that sounded like, "HOHOHOHOHOHO!" before she smiled indulgently at her husband and said, "Godai- chan, you are such a kidder. That's what I've always loved about you, husband, your wickedly clever sense of humor." "I did have everybody going there for a minute, now didn't I?" Godai grinned hugely, "But what about it, kids? You think the two of you might make a good couple?" "Absolutely not!" Akane responded. "I concur," Tatewaki replied, "Akane may be fair of form and bold of spirit, but she is not my type, especially given that she has...certain tastes for which I do not qualify, having entirely the wrong sort of equipment." "Exactly," Kodachi nodded enthusiastically, "That harridan only likes members of her own sex as I can testi---ah...never mind..." she hastily looked away with her cheeks blushing crimson. "Oh, I see how it is," Godai nodded sagely once again, "The girl bats from the other side of the cage I see. Oh well, never let it be said that I'm not a modern man with enlightened values..." "Godai-kun," Kimiko spoke up again, "I meant what I said before about being willing to accept an engagement between a child of your house and mine, but...I fear it would not work out between your son and my daughter..." "Quite all right, you don't have to explain anything," Godai smiled with a curious twinkle in his eyes, "I know Hitome-chan would also love to have our houses grow closer together..." "Oh yes," Hitome nodded with an intensive smile, then she leaned closer to her husband and once again used the fan to conceal the lower part of her face as the two of them whispered something together, then both came away smiling as benevolently as the Buddha. "I would also be glad if it were possible for Hitome-chan and me to become much closer together," Kimiko started to reply. "Indeed," Trieste agreed, "But friendships should not require the bonds of marriage to signify our closeness. I myself have been accepted into the Tendo family because I am both ally and friend, and I even consider Akane to be like the daughter I lost so long ago in a different life. If two houses become joined through the love of their members, then it is a glorious thing to be celebrated..." "Couldn't agree with you more, Sensei," Godai said sagely, "Which is why I thought we could at least consider a different possibility, one that satisfies honor and recognizes the interests of both respective parties." "Oh?" Kimiko asked, "You have something else in mind?" "We do indeed," Hitome said brightly, "So tell us, Kimiko-chan...just how forward thinking are you in this modern age of new ideas and concepts?" "Ah...well," Kimiko shrugged, "As you know, I've always been a somewhat...unconventional person..." "Then perhaps an unconventional idea is the solution we seek," Godai noted, "Since the offending parties here were our respective daughters, it seems only right that we formalize things a bit to save face and redeem honor...so therefore we propose that you engage your Akane to our daughter, Kodachi and that they become iinazuke." There was dead silence in the room, punctuated only when an eavesdropping Ninja fainted in his place of concealment, but then everyone else in the room besides Godai and Hitome cried out, "NANI---?!?!?!?" Continued. Comments/Criticisms/Unconventional Engagements: shadowmane@ridgenet.net Akane must break the news to Shampoo and Ukyo next time while Ranma and his lovers sort out their own feelings after awakening from the bliss of their three-way orgy, but can everyone pull their act together in time to face the Golden Pair in combat? And what will Soun say when he gets the news of his youngest daughter's "engagement," or is Godai pulling the wool over everyone's eyes, including Tatewaki? Be here next time for: "Engage and Parry," or, "Skating Out on Our Engagement!" Be there! 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