Nekophobia Side Story: Nabiki, Ranma, and Akane by David Eddy Last modified: Wednesday, 25 June 1997 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. 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. This story is set immediately after the end of Nekophobia Part 6. It is not critical that this story be read to understand the full Nekophobia series. Any plot elements introduced or resolved in this story will be summarised at the start of Part 7. Repeat Lemon Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content. You have been warned. ==================================== "IYAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The yell jerked Nabiki upright in her bed, the sheet falling forward from her upright body. The cool night air wafting in from the open window was pleasant after the warmth of the day, but she didn't stop to appreciate it. Something had woken her, and worry gnawed at her. Then the yell replayed in her mind. 'That was Ranma,' she thought to herself urgently as she flipped the sheet from her legs and stepped out of bed. In the corridor, she saw that the door to Ranma's room was open. She dashed towards it, fearing the worst, but was relieved to see that Akane was already there. She was hugging Ranma, and he had his arms about her and his eyes on her, but they were haunted. Quietly she stepped inside. "It was Ryouga... that magic fishing rod..." he said. "You mean that fishing rod that made you fall in love with him?" Ranma shuddered, then nodded. "Ryouga had dug my grave, and I was saying that if killing me would make him happy, then he should do so!" Eyes squeezed shut, he shook his head in a no-no- no motion. "I stretched my neck for him!" Nabiki's skin crawled at the look that had filled his eyes, even as she saw Akane's body slump in relief. "Oh, so it was only a bad dream! I'd feel horrible if that had actually happened," said Akane. Ranma jerked, staring at Akane in disbelief. Then he removed his arms from around her, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking her directly in the eyes. "Akane... it did happen," he said sincerely. "Just before you found... us." He shuddered again, and his eyes closed at some memory or other. It was all Nabiki could do to control her breathing. Now she understood the sweat on Ranma's skin, as horror and sympathy filled her. Impulsively she moved forward, intending to kneel on his futon to touch him, give him some reassurance. Akane gasped. "What?! You... you nearly let him k-kill you?" "Yes," he said softly, his voice sounding a little odd. Nabiki quickly knelt at Akane's right. Ranma was side-on to her, concentrating on her sister, and she placed her right hand against some of the bare flesh of his back exposed by his loose, sleeveless cotton top, counting on warm, skin-to-skin contact to reassure him. Her heart skipped a beat as he turned his head to look at her. "It's okay, Ranma," she said quietly with a gentle smile. "I don't think that's likely to happen again." Warm, he was so warm, the curves and ridges of his upper back under her palm and fingertips. Akane's voice brought Nabiki back to reality. "Did he wake you up too, oneechan?" Nabiki nodded. "You were pretty loud, Ranma. I was afraid Ryouga might have come to visit." A chill settled over the room at Nabiki's words. "You just had to mention him, didn't you," he groused. She moved her hand, trying to be reassuring, hoping that it felt that way to him... her sensitive fingertips somehow conveyed the warmth and power of the silken skin clothing the powerful muscles of his upper back to her breasts and loins, distracting her. She concentrated, pushing the feelings to one side. "You shouldn't worry about it tonight, Ranma," she said. "I want you to get a good night's sleep. You need to be looking your best for tomorrow." "Eh?" Exasperation filled Nabiki at the innocent expression on his face. She pushed against his back automatically. "Mouuu... have you forgotten that calendar shoot *already*?" Her hand moved again, of its own will, drifting up to his trapezius. Renewed tingling in her breasts distracted her again. "What time is it set for, oneechan?" asked Akane. Nabiki hardly heard her sister, but forced herself to answer. "Eleven o'clock. We'll need to leave at ten." She forced herself to remove her hand, hoping against hope that Ranma wouldn't look at her, notice her nipples that were surely tenting her nightgown. Time to go, before something happened. "Well, better get back to bed. Coming, Akane?" she asked as she got to her feet. Akane smiled, and Nabiki was a little surprised to see hesitation there. "Ranma... do you mind if I... I want to..." Ranma looked at his fiancee blankly. "Want to what?" Akane looked down and Nabiki could see her cheeks go pink. "Would you... would you hold me?" Ranma automatically lifted his hand to play with his hair, smiling embarrassedly. After a moment he nodded, and Akane let him go. Nabiki grinned and shook her head, then, acting on impulse, quickly knelt back down, this time behind Ranma. "Well, I hope you sleep well, little brother," she said as she hugged him from behind, her arms around his shoulders and her body pressed briefly, warmly against his back. Then she got up again and walked to the door of the bedroom before her will deserted her. "See you in the morning." "Good night, oneechan," said Akane with a brilliant smile. Ranma just gave a distracted smile as Nabiki quietly closed the door. Back in her room, in her bed, Nabiki cast her mind to Ranma's room. They would be alone in there all night, Genma having gone off somewhere suddenly that evening, and she found herself fantasising about what they might get up to. Sexual heat warmed her, and finally she gave in and cast off her night clothes and began to caress herself. What were they doing in Ranma's room? She ran her fingers lightly along the base of her breasts, tracing the sensitive skin where her breasts joined her chest, then ran them up slowly to her now-erect nipples. She wriggled her legs together at the sensation, imagining that it was Ranma caressing her so, feeling the wet heat between her legs enhanced by the pressure from her thighs. Nabiki imagined what Akane had in mind when she had made that request of Ranma. It wasn't like her to be so forward, maybe she wanted to... just as Nabiki wanted to... Yes, put herself in Akane's place and imagine, what are they doing? The sound of Akane's voice interrupted Nabiki's masturbation. Curiosity and vicarious lust filled her... could it be that little sister was getting up to something nasty? Quickly wiping her hands on the sheets, Nabiki threw on her nightie and padded silently to the doorway of Ranma's room. Light peeked from under the door. A soft, wet smack came from inside the room. Impulsively, careless of detection, Nabiki gently slid the door a little to one side, making a narrow gap which she could look through and spy on the two lovebirds. The sight that greeted her made her stifle a gasp. Ranma was sitting cross-legged on his futon, and Akane was sitting in his lap facing him, her legs around his waist. They were almost side-on to the door. They were kissing, a little awkwardly but still learning. Nabiki could see the bare cheeks of Akane's buttocks beneath her short nightgown and knew that her sister wasn't wearing any panties. She wondered if Ranma knew yet, as her right hand stole beneath her own nightie to caress the silky hair of her pussy. Gently she eased her legs a little and ran one finger along her puffy slit, still aroused from her interrupted masturbation session. She was still wet, and out of habit lifted her finger to her mouth to taste her own juices. She liked the flavour, it excited her, and as she watched Akane's bare bum she found herself wondering whether other people tasted different. What her sister tasted like. What Ranma tasted like. The kiss broke at last with another of those wet smacking sounds, and Ranma's face was full of wonder, his eyes only for Akane. His hands were moving a little over her back now, moving the nightie a little as well, until Akane took one of his arms and brought it around in between them. She took his hand in both of hers and turned it so the palm faced her and the fingers pointed upwards, the hand bent back at the wrist, then drew it towards her. Nabiki watched enviously as Akane gently but firmly placed Ranma's hand on her breast, then leaned her head back in reaction as her fiancee began to carress the sensitive flesh through her nightie. Nabiki had a wicked thought. She decided to use her own hands to duplicate Ranma's actions on her own body. Suiting action to thought, she brought one hand up to caress her breast, the action sending fire through her body. Inside, Ranma was gently rubbing Akane's breast, his fingers straight and together. Nabiki could see how her sister's firm flesh bulged a little beneath the pressure of Ranma's touch, shrinking and growing as he moved his hand gently in a circular motion. She watched them kiss again, fitting together better this time, as she used straight fingers to simulate Ranma's motion on her sister's breast. Her nipple was trapped between two of her fingers and the gentle compression of the tissues was warming her as she moved her hand in a broad circular motion. It was all she could do to stop herself bringing her other hand to bear, but she stuck to her plan determinedly. Through the crack of the open door, she saw her sister bite her lip as Ranma began to experiment. With a wondering expression, he took his hand away and gently pinched Akane's erect nipple through her nightgown. Gently he rolled it, the light material creasing as it twisted, first one way and then the other. Fire began to burn in Nabiki's breasts and loins as she automatically duplicated Ranma's actions, her eyes fixed, staring single-mindedly at the pair inside the room through the narrow crack she had created. Ranma went back to the flat-handed technique that Akane had started him with, and Nabiki watched her sister lean into the caress. Again the pair kissed, this time fitting perfectly, eyes closing automatically. Nabiki saw her sister's jaw open a little, and smiled to herself as a momentary start flashed through Ranma's body. Then they were French kissing, really getting into it, and Akane's arms went around Ranma's shoulders, caressing those warm, silken, but iron-hard bulges that Nabiki remembered from her earlier caress of his back. Her fingertips tingled in memory as she firmly pressed her own breasts to imitate Akane's feeling as Ranma abandoned her chest and ran his arms around her back to draw her in closer. After several minutes of this, Akane began to lift up Ranma's top, but it was too firmly tucked into his waistband to easily come up. Eventually she broke the kiss, and sat back a little, balancing on his thighs. Ranma looked puzzled, noted Nabiki with a smirk. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Your top," said Akane as she took a firm grip on the base of the shirt. Nabiki wasn't sure what Ranma did, but suddenly the base was free. He let Akane drag it up and over his arms, which he obligingly held up, and then they were kissing again. She watched enviously as her sister ran her hands over Ranma's now-bare shoulders and back, and she could hear her low moans of encouragement as his hands began finally to roam, first over her back and shoulders, then finally, hesitantly, over the firm contours of her hips and, at last, her buttocks. When Ranma's hands encountered the bare skin of Akane's buttocks, he stopped still, sucking in air through his nose as his eyes opened in surprise. "Surprised?" asked Akane softly, her eyes glinting mischeviously. Dumbfounded, Ranma could only nod. "Please, take it off me," she said, holding up her arms. Moving at a glacial pace, his expression surprised and pleased and loving enough to make Nabiki's heart beat faster, Ranma took the bottom hem of Akane's nightie in his fingers and slowly raised his arms. He stared at the warm flesh of his love as it came into view, his view finally fixing on her breasts, with their pinkish-brown, erect nipples. Lost in the moment, Nabiki took off her nightie, too. Momentarily annoyed when her view was cut off by the cloth as she removed it, she dropped it beside her in the darkened hallway leaned closer to the narrow crack of light. For a very long time, nothing was said. Akane watched Ranma's eyes roam over her body. With a mischevious smile, she brought her hands down to rest on Ranma's thighs and, showing great strength, pressed herself from her sitting position in a gymnast's move until her legs were straight and she was able to place her feet on the floor. Then she put her weight on her feet and gracefully stood in front of her fiancee, finally standing upright with her hands behind her back. Nabiki took the chance to take a good look at her sister's body. Sure, she'd seen her in the bathroom before now, but never in a sexual situation. Akane seemed to be enjoying Ranma's amazed attention as she stood naked before him. She had always thought that Akane's body was nowhere near as good as hers, that she had been blessed with the good body of the family. But now, with her sister standing, displaying herself, she saw that it was only because Akane was such a fitness nut that she wasn't giving her a run for her money... everywhere Nabiki looked, firm, toned muscles lurked beneath her skin with but little fat, only her legs and buttocks showing any real sign of the smooth shapeliness that was the female heritage, and even there they were shaped by the powerful muscles beneath. Her sister was not a bodybuilder, and did not have the gross muscle mass of those people, but everywhere there was evidence of hard training... and her firm, upright carriage had its own beauty. Ranma took his time surveying his fiancee, taking in her firm breasts with their pink-brown nipples firmly erect and the black, narrow vee of her pubic hair decorating her mound, until finally his gaze settled on her face. "You're beautiful," he said softly. At this, Akane smiled a scintillating smile and reached down to take Ranma's hands. He got easily to his feet. Nabiki's eyes were drawn to the huge tent that was revealed in his pants as he stood. She found herself hungering to see it, wishing that they would go quicker, but she knew that Akane would take it slow, wanting to make her first time good. But she was surprised as her sister again brought Ranma's hand to her breast. He smiled and, without prompting, brought his other hand to play. Nabiki stifled a groan as her own busy hands again began duplicating Ranma's moves on her own body, her actions sending shocks racing up and down her spine, each leaving a residue of heat in her already-sticky pussy. Akane threw her head back, revelling in the sensations as Ranma caressed her breasts with his strong, warm hands and kissed her neck. Almost automatically she brought her arms around his head and gently pushed him towards her breast. Nabiki wondered briefly at the action, then recalled the magazines her sister had "borrowed" from her, taking them from her room and later sneaking back to return them, no doubt hoping that their absence had not been noticed. Womens' magazines that often featured frank articles. One of the articles in particular stuck in her mind, an explicit piece on how to have great sex that had shocked her when she had read it. She wondered whether Akane had that article in mind now that she was in the right situation. Akane smiled as Ranma seemed to get the right idea as he began to lick and suck at her right breast even as his hand kept up its attentions on the other one. Nabiki saw her legs tremble a little as he continued his attentions. Akane tightened her hold on his head, firmly holding his head in place, and slowly sank to his futon. But as she moved, her legs inevitably moved as well, and Nabiki thought she saw a brief gleam of liquid on Akane's inner thighs, hard evidence of just how excited her sister was. Curiously, she ran a finger of her along her own inner thighs, and was not surprised that she, too, was so excited that she was leaking. She licked her finger to clean it then quickly returned her wet finger to her breast, attempting to simulate Ranma's actions again. Ranma lifted his head from Akane's right breast and moved his attentions to the left, while his hand wandered up and down her body, stopping and one extreme to tweak her now super- sensitive nipple, and at the other his hand caressed her thighs, just brushing lightly over her pubes, as if unsure of whether she wanted him to actually touch that most private of places... but when at last he made direct contact, brushing his hand against her, her body surged upwards against his hand and a groan escaped from her suddenly-slack lips. The strength of her reaction surprised Nabiki. Ranma stopped his actions. "Are you okay?" he said in a voice that only barely carried to the doorway. Akane answered by putting her hands to his head and dragging him up to receive a high-voltage kiss. As they kissed, Ranma allowed his hand to drape over the juncture of her thighs, stroking gently. Akane's thighs parted under his hand and then he had direct access to her sex. Nabiki watched enviously as his strong hand dipped between her sister's thighs, moving slowly and with an odd delicacy. She saw his fingers come away wet before they dipped again, and it struck Nabiki that unlike most males, according to *those* articles, he was not overdoing it, taking it gently. How would he know to...? Then the answer struck Nabiki, distracting her momentarily from her own activities as she berated herself for not seeing the obvious. With a feather-light touch, he stroked her pussy from bottom to top, running a finger along the slick inner lips. Akane broke their kiss as she suddenly gasped for breath, and Ranma took the opportunity to watch her face as he continued to stroke and probe, avoiding for the moment that sensitive little nub of flesh. Nabiki watched and duplicated his actions as best she could, her own legs spread to give herself access to her pussy, stroking with experienced fingers as she watched Ranma's fingers make her sister's body jump and writhe even as he used his mouth to kiss her breasts, neck, ears, and lips. Akane's hands weren't idle either, but they mostly spent their time either grabbing Ranma's ears or roaming over his back and shoulders. Envy burned within Nabiki almost as brightly as the hot pleasure that filled her as she stroked her own pussy lips, spreading her own ample lubricant about and getting ready to plunge her practiced fingers within herself when things finally got that far. She wanted so much to be in Akane's place; she knew that what was going on in there was far more than just sex... it was an expression of love. Akane's breathing became more urgent, her hands on Ranma's trapezius gripping tightly as she climbed towards the peak. His hand moved more quickly, then, with a brief smile, she was his hand move differently and she knew he was now caressing her sister's clitoris. Akane's body went rigid, her body spasming, and she came, and came, and came. Her hands pulled him to her tightly... then she relaxed, breathing deeply. She took his head in her hands and looked him in the eyes, her own eyes shimmering with happiness, just before she drew him in for another high- voltage kiss. "I guess you liked that then?" he said at last, softly. She poked him in the ribs even as she smiled brilliantly. "Baka. Of course I did." She pushed him back a little and sat up. "Now what?" Akane started to pull at the cord at Ranma's waist that kept his black Chinese trousers up. He quickly got the idea and stood, efficiently loosening the ties at the ankles and waist and then slipping them off. He was about to slip off his boxers when Akane suddenly knelt before him. "Don't, Ranma. Let me." Surprised, he let his hands fall to his sides. Akane settled herself on her heels and looked up at him, her head a little below his crotch. The front of the boxers were hugely tented, the fabric taut, and Akane smiled and licked her lips as she slowly reached up and grasped the waistband. Slowly she slid them down, his erect penis coming slowly into view, the head held down by the waist of the boxers until finally, with a quick yank, Akane pulled them the rest of the way and Ranma's stiff prick stood proud, sticking straight out from his groin. Akane stared at it, fascinated, and gently wrapped one hand around the stiff shaft. Her small hand could not encircle it, she discovered, but she gently pumped her hand up and down the shaft a little, fascinated by the rich interplay of textures: The silken smooth skin which slid so easily over the hot, slightly-bumpy, iron-hard core. She continued this for a few moments, until suddenly she saw Ranma's stomach muscles tense. Immediately she stopped, and let go her new toy. "Lie down, Ranma," she said. He lay down on the futon, then watched as she straddled his hips, pushing his erect cock down against his stomach so that the length of it lay along her hot, wet pussy. She slid along it a few times, with difficulty at first but then easily as her fluids lubricated his cock. Slowly he felt her open up as she slid her pussy easily along the length of his shaft. A flush coloured her cheeks and her nipples stood out rock hard again, and she began to breathe more deeply... and then she leaned forward and pushed harder, moving more quickly... Outside, Nabiki whimpered as she ran the edge of her hand and thumb along her pussy, simulating the frotting that Akane was doing with Ranma. She made long, firm strokes, her lubricant coating her hand and even more running out of her. She had never, never been this turned on before... and they hadn't even got to the finale, yet. Urgently she played with her nipples with her free hand, unable to control herself. Inside, Akane had stopped her motion. She had come all the way forward, sliding off Ranma's prick, and now Nabiki could see it jutting up, glistening wetly, behind her sister's ass. Akane was kissing Ranma deeply, urgently, then pushed herself upright and half-squatted to position herself above his erection. With one hand to coordinate things, she lowered herself and gently introduced the head of his penis into her vagina, then stopped. She leaned on Ranma's chest with her hands, and Ranma put his hands on her arms as she slowly lowered herself. Nabiki thrust her fingers into herself, her legs splayed obscenely to give herself access, bent over but her head tilted back to watch through the narrow gap as she watched the play of emotion on her sister's face... the inward-looking eyes, the small grunts as she slowly, so slowly lowered herself on Ranma's rod. She would look into his eyes for a moment, then her gaze would turn inwards once more as she took another centimetre into her, until finally she was fully down and their pubic hair meshed. Akane let her breath out in a rush, taking a deep breath as she brought Ranma's hands to her breasts. Her smile was odd, accomplishment mixing with pride and love as she at last looked fully into his stunned eyes. "I love you," she said as she raised herself an inch or two then lowered herself gently again. "I love you too," said Ranma breathlessly as he played with her nipples, his own gaze turning inwards as he fought for control, to delay his release for Akane's sake. Hard, so hard, everything within him urged for release, but somehow he held off the crisis. This time Akane rose almost to the point of losing him from within her, then settled down again more confidently. "Aaaaah," she breathed as his rod filled her and her clitoris was mashed against the padded firmness of his pubic bone. As Nabiki watched, she moved faster and faster until at last she held herself down against Ranma, her back arched in orgasm, and then Ranma grunted and the ridged muscle of his abdomen stood out starkly, and Nabiki knew that he was coming inside her sister. And then it was over, Akane collapsing against Ranma, trying to keep him inside her as he softened, shrinking. But Nabiki had not yet come; she was close, so close that she whimpered in frustration even as she thrust three fingers in and out of herself. Convinced that the show was finished, she turned her attention to herself again, whimpering with her burning need to orgasm, bending her head to watch herself as she strummed her clit even as she thrust frantically with her other hand, reaching, reaching, getting closer, until... The door was whisked open and Nabiki froze, staring stupidly at the naked Ranma standing in the doorway, trapped with her legs splayed wide and one hand pushing three fingers up her pussy, and the other positioned to stroke her clit. "Well, if it isn't Nabiki-neechan," said Ranma with a smile. Nabiki wanted to look up at his face but her gaze was held by his again-inflating cock, still glistening wetly with the mixed come from himself and Akane. Nabiki's mind shrieked at her to run away, to reach out and grasp that fine specimen of manhood, to stroke her clit... and she was trapped motionless in her ridiculous, obscene pose. Ranma stepped out of the way of Akane's vision and Nabiki looked up, her hands still between her legs, starting to feel totally embarrassed. She saw Akane's eyes go wide. "Nabiki-oneechan?" she asked in a surprised voice. Then, a moment later, a smile worked its way across her face. "Ask her inside please, Ranma." Smiling, Ranma reached out a hand to Nabiki. The touch of his hand on her shoulder broke Nabiki's paralysis and she looked up at his face guiltily, pulling her fingers out of herself as she straightened. Under gentle urging from his hand, she stepped inside even as she felt the strong, warm touch of his fingers as an increased warmth and desire in her sopping pussy. Akane patted the futon beside her and made room for her to sit down. She did so, and was amazed when Akane pushed her shoulders hard, forcing her to lie back. "What...?" "I think I know the perfect punishment for spying on us, o- ne-e-cha-n," said Akane with a glint in her eye. She reached out for Ranma's again-erect prick and began to stroke it, her hand moving easily over his slick member. "Ne, Ranma?" "Eh?" grunted Ranma, but got the idea when Akane pointed to her elder sister. "Oh, yes, I agree absolutely." He turned his head to address Nabiki. "Spread your legs, neechan." "Wha... why?" Akane placed her hand on Ranma's shoulder and said, "You want to be fucked, don't you, oneechan?" Nabiki found herself nodding, and she spread her legs wide, showng off her flexibility by doing a split. As she did so she felt the petals of her inner lips pull apart, and she visualised to herself how she was displaying her innermost secrets to her sister and, more importantly, Ranma. Her nipples throbbed as she felt his gaze between her legs. Akane reached between her legs and stroked the inner thighs briefly before running her fingers delicately along the blood- engorged inner lips of her sister's pussy. Nabiki shuddered at the sensation and at the taboo feeling of what her sister was doing, but held her pose. "Wow, she's certainly ready, Ranma. Go for it, boy." Nabiki watched a little nervously as Ranma positioned himself above her. She felt something hot bump against her nether lips and wondered briefly what it was before she realised that it must be Ranma. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, anticipating entry, but for a long moment nothing happened. She opened her eyes to see Ranma hovering above her, his eyes on hers. After a moment he took her right hand in his left hand, intertwining the fingers, then did the same with her other hand. He smiled at her, then leaned forward, putting his weight on his hands... and just incidentally completely trapping her. Her hands were being held above her head, and she was helpless, in his control, even as now, finally, his penis began to probe at her entrace in earnest. For a short time nothing much happened, then she heard her sister say, "Here, let me." And then something pushed Ranma's penis properly into her hole, she saw Ranma smile and he caught her eyes with his, and then, slowly, so slowly but seemingly without end, he pushed himself into her. The sensation was unimaginable. Fingers, her hairbrush, were no comparison to what she was feeling now... for Ranma was larger than these, longer, and more to the point, *warm*. She wanted to cry out but held her voice out of long habit, but she could not close her eyes to concentrate on these new, intense feelings as Ranma's eyes would not allow her to. Now at last something brushed against her clitoris and lips: Ranma. At last he was in all the way, and the extra burst of sensation made her buck her hips involuntarily. And then he began to withdraw. She moaned in a low voice, complaining, but Ranma had other plans: When only his tip was inside her, he pushed back inside again. Again and again this happened, until at last in a burst of coherent thought Nabiki realised that they were fucking, her first time and it was so wonderful, before a sea of sensation washed away intelligence and she was a vessel of nerves, reacting to the stimulation of her sex. On and on it went, faster and faster, she now writhing against Ranma's hands and hips, until finally she came, and came, and came. And then Ranma was coming, she could feel his iron rod throbbing within her, and somehow that elevated her to a higher orgasmic plane, a sea of sensation she had never before even contemplated. Nabiki exhaled in a rush as she withdrew her hands from between her legs. Breathing heavily, she let her head lie back heavily in her pillow, and absently brought one hand with its wrinkled fingers up to her mouth. This had been the best yet, she mused to herself as her eyes went to her open window and the stars outside. Absently she licked her finger, enjoying the taste and wondering if she would ever be brave enough to actually.... Nabiki lay in her bed, nude, the covers kicked off and her nightie on the floor by the bed, as the wind gently stirred the curtains. The air was not too cool, but a comfortable resting temperature, and with one index finger in her mouth Nabiki slept the dreamless sleep of sexual exhaustion. ======================= Author's Notes: Just in case it wasn't perfectly clear, Nabiki fantasised the whole episode. Ranma and Akane are sleeping, chastely, in his room. You'd better believe that if this was really happening (instead of Nabiki's fantasy), it wouldn't have happened this way. (At least, not if *I* was writing it.) Why did I do it? No reason in particular, but I've been wanting to try my hand at writing a lemon to see how I went. This story makes almost zero contribution to the plot of Nekophobia as a whole; I just wanted to see what happened if I let Nabiki's feelings for Ranma run rampant. And finally, there was the opportunity, and I was able to come up with a way of doing a lemon that didn't do major damage to the main plot. So here we are. I hope that, having got this far, you liked it. But what about the blood and pain and so on, I hear you ask? Weren't both girls virgins? A worthwhile question, but one whose answer should be obvious. Firstly, this is a fantasy, but anyway... Akane lost her hymen during marital arts training; it is common for this to occur due to the rigors of kicking etc. (It's also common for female horse riders to lose their hymens during a ride, and there are good physiological reasons why girls like horse-riding so much.) We can assume that she would have told her sisters due to the unexpected bleeding, pain etc so Nabiki could be expected to now of such a thing. (Also, girls Talk. About stuff guys would never *dream* of sharing with another guy.) As for Nabiki, well, she seems to be into masturbation seriously. A quick (or careless) thrust with a hairbrush would have disposed of any problem there. And of course she would know if she had broken her own hymen. But how does Ranma know his way around Akane's pussy? Oh come *on*, this one's gotta be obvious. Ranma has to go to the toilet as a woman occasionally, so of *course* he's gotta know what's going on, just as a matter of hygiene. And the magazines that Akane had "borrowed"? For the moment we can assume that that's just Nabiki rationalizing, but boys, if you've never read Cleo or Cosmopolitan, you're in for a surprise. We live in a society with a sexual double standard and these magazines (and others like them) exploit this ruthlessly. Finally, why are Nabiki's fingers wrinkled? Well, try dipping your hands in warm water for an hour and see what happens to them.