Poor Dad."
	Kasumi Tendou looked up in surprise when she heard her younger sister Akane
say that out of the blue as the pair sat in the living room of the Tendou home on lazy
autumn afternoon.  Certainly it hadn't been prompted by anything that Kasumi could
think of...the pair had merely been going about their own business, Akane studying
some homework for her midterm tests, and Kasumi reading a homemaking magazine,
when the younger sister had said this.
	Neither of them was wearing particularly at the much at the moment, either,
Akane wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt that fell to just past her hips, and Kasumi wearing
a longer, but lightly-made cotton nightgown, both of them enjoying the unusually warm
autumn day, and taking advantage of their aforementioned father's absence to lounge
about in more free circumstances.  Just a little while earlier they had been wearing even
less, as the two sisters made love in the hallway overlooking the pond, but once the heat
of passion had subsided, both had felt a little more comfortable with some protection
from the cool breezes blowing in from the mountains.
	"Why do you say that, Akane-chan?" Kasumi asked, setting her magazine down
to look at her sister, who had put her math workbook down and was looking unusually
thoughtful, taking a little while before responding.
        Well, I was just thinking about before," she said, a little line creasing between
her brows.  "I mean, it's just so great, what you and I and Nabiki do together...but Dad
hasn't really done any of that since Mom died, has he?"  Akane looked up at her sister, a
little troubled, as always, by the thought of her mother, but putting it aside for the
moment in favor of concern for her father.
        Kasumi blinked mildly in surprise, but she too took a moment to think about it.
"Now that you mention it, I don't think that he has," she pondered, mentally reviewing
her father's actions from the past several years, that she kept carefully filed away in her
housewife's mind.  "He certainly hasn't had a girlfriend...or perhaps lady friend would
be more appropriate, and I don't think I've ever seen him going to a massage parlor
even," Kasumi said frankly.  "You're right Akane-chan.  Poor father."
	Akane sat up, crossing her legs (and revealing to those who cared to look that
she hadn't bothered to replace her underwear yet) and facing her sister fully.  "Well
that's no good!" she protested.  "We can't let him be so lonely!"
	Kasumi gave her sister a reproving look.  "Now Akane-chan," she frowned.
"Father has made his own choice in this matter...it's certainly none of our business
about what he does in his private life."
	"But..." Akane began, protesting, but faltering when she saw her sister's frown
deepen slightly.  "But," she began again, struggling to find the words, "It's just not fair
to him!" she blurted.  "I mean...10 years?"  The girl boggled at the thought...going
without the touch of another person for that long?  She'd barely had it for a year, and
she couldn't even begin to imagine it for that long.  "I mean he's at least gotten off in
that time, hasn't he?"
	Seeing that her sister was determined on this front, Kasumi sighed a bit.  "Well,
actually," she began, "I'm not entirely sure, mind you...but I don't think that he has."
Kasumi was certainly the person in the house in the best position to know after Soun
himself...as the de facto mother of the household, she did virtually all of the washing,
and would be in position to find the 'evidence' that such activities might find.  But,
even though she had quietly kept her own eye out, "I've never seen anything like that
while washing."
	Akane gaped at her sister, completely at a loss for words.  "No way!" she gasped.
If the thought of going without another's touch for a decade was difficult to swallow,
the thought that he hadn't even had a climax was just too much for the teen.  Self-
discipline was one thing, but this was just self-torture!  Briefly she sat and thought
about it, trying to envision herself not coming until ten years had passed...and she
simply couldn't do it.  In all honesty to herself, she probably would have come once or
twice (more) before the day was over.
	Kasumi just gave a small, sad smile and a shrug.  "I know it's not healthy, but
who are we to tell him so?" she asked, a soft sigh escaping her lips, before they turned
up into a little smile.  "But I see by the look on your face that you're going to try to find
a way somehow...and I won't stop you."
	Starting slightly, Akane blushed guiltily at her sisters words.  Only Nabiki was
better at reading her mind, as Kasumi said almost exactly what she was thinking.  But,
even as she blushed, she nodded, determined..."Okay!" she said firmly.  "I'll do it
somehow!  And when I figure it out, I'll let you know!"  And with that, the youngest
Tendou bounced upwards (her t-shirt flying up to her waist, giving her sister a brief
look at the shaven pussy she'd been eating such a short time before), grabbed her
workbook, and bustled off to her room, leaving Kasumi to watch her go with a little
smile on her face.
	"Oh my...she's off again."

	Nothing much happened after that for the next couple of weeks.  On the couple
of occasions that Kasumi had had alone with her youngest sister, she had been much too
concerned with pleasure to get around to mentioning their earlier conversation.
Similarly, though she had a little bit more contact with Nabiki in that time, the middle
sister was equally mute on the matter when Kasumi had been able to bring it up.
Certainly, though, she had to know about it.  Akane had dragged her off to her room not
long after her conversation with Kasumi, and from the relatively long time before
moans of passion were coming through the door, the eldest daughter deduced that some
serious conversation had taken place.
	Eventually, however, Kasumi did start to notice a few changes around the house.
First Akane, and then a bit later Nabiki took to wearing less and less around the house
when their father was around.  Naturally, Kasumi followed suit as soon as she noticed
this, having, after all, promised to support her sister, if in not so many words.  Their
father, on the other hand...
	Kasumi had to give his youngest sister credit for trying, but she, who knew her
father best, felt that it would take a bit more than mere casual nudity, even of three ripe
young girls, to attract their fathers attention.  She would, after all, be in the best position
to know, having tried it herself once she began to understand the nature of sex and love.
Her father had noticed then, she had to admit, but had said nothing until the weather
started to turn colder, when the karakaze came blowing out of the north.  Then he had
broken his silence on the matter, recommending that she put on a sweater, lest she catch
cold.  Knowing she was beaten, Kasumi had retreated.
	Still, she supposed, it couldn't hurt to try it with three times the striking power,
and it certainly was nice to be able to dress down somewhat, as she had used to do.  Not
to mention it was nice to watch her sisters doing the same.  But nevertheless, it was
going to take more than that to get through to the stoic father.
	Phase Two in Akane's plan became evident not too much longer, Kasumi
finding herself the unwitting (though not unwilling) element in this plan.  She had been
preparing dinner for that evening, dressed in a shorty, frilly nightgown that fell to just
past her hips, nicely framing the view of the matching pink frilly panties she was
wearing underneath.  Of course she was standing in full view of the seated Soun, who, if
he wanted, had a delicious view of his oldest daughter's backside globes pressing
against the fabric.  Akane had come up just then, dressed in a short, deep-blue satin
night slip (again, with matching-color satin thong), and, as she casually asked her sister
what she was doing, and if she needed any help, grabbed Kasumi's panty-clad bottom.
	This, naturally, had made Kasumi squeal and jump, and that alone was enough
to get Soun to actually lift his head from his newspaper.  But in and of itself, this wasn't
too unusual, at least not at first, just regular horsing around (if in their underwear).  But
quickly, when she knew her father was looking, Akane gave Kasumi's ass an entirely
different kind of squeeze and stroke, a lingering sweep of the hand up over that buttock
in a gesture far past sisterly.  Then, she'd casually swept back out of the room again,
noting with satisfaction that that, at least, had seemed to get a bit of a rise out of their
father, whose eyes were slightly wider than normal.  But by dinnertime, all seemed back
to normal, the girls in their frillies eating their dinner with their father, all watching the
TV.
	Over the next few nights, the girls didn't seem to get much sleep.  First, it was
Kasumi going to Akane's room and giving her little sister a sound spanking for startling
her like that...of course, being a kindly sister, she kissed and made up for it afterwards,
until Akane wasn't the only one yelping at the top of her lungs.  Naturally, this made
middle sister Nabiki cranky, being kept awake by the noises, so the next night both the
eldest and the youngest sister found themselves tied and chained, begging Mistress
Nabiki for mercy as she whipped them for making such a ruckus the night before.  Pity
that she forgot the ball gags that might have stifled their noisy cries for release.  Akane
wasn't one to stand for that...the next day Nabiki found herself the target of a vicious
tickle attack that left both girls entangled, sweaty, and half out of the few clothes they
were wearing in the living room..all of this in front of their dear father, of course, who
was apparently becoming very skilled at reading, as his newspaper was upside down.
	After another week of these shenanigans, Kasumi had both encouraging and
depressing news to report.  Their father was definitely noticing them now, as evidenced
by both the strained ties and fastenings on the front of all of his pants, as well as by the
slight hint of dried moisture Kasumi found on some of them.  But it appeared that he
still was either unable or unwilling to release himself fully, as there simply was not
enough dry, crusty stain to support a climax.  After another noisy midnight conference,
all three sisters agreed that Phase 3 of the operation would have to be put into effect.
	Sound found it a little bit odd that the three girls insisted so strongly that he be
the one to go to the local hardware store to buy repair materials for the Dojo...not that it
didn't need it, but he hadn't been planning on doing the work until the next month.  But
Kasumi was most insistent, and he was utterly unable to resist his eldest daughter...
actually, any of them.  (it may be worth noting that the three girls could have spared
themselves a lot of trouble if they thought of this in the first place)  Still, it was
nice to get out for an afternoon.  He was even more surprised then, when he arrived
home to find it apparently deserted, all of the lights turned off...and when he tried to
turn them on, the breaker switch was apparently thrown.  He was just going to the
circuit box when suddenly, a bright light shone out of the living room, pinning him in
its beam.
	The arm that snaked out of the beam was very long, and very feminine, and very
familiar, though he couldn't quite see who it was attached too.  It felt very funny, being
led into what he thought was his own living room, only to find himself in some sort of
cabaret, similar to the ones he had occasionally visited in his youth.  Very odd indeed.
The shapely young lady who had beckoned him inwards led him to the kotatsu (at least
this he recognized), draped with its heavy quilt, and seated him at it, taking the time to
turn the quilts in all around his legs, making him feel very comfortable and secure.
Shortly thereafter, a tall glass filled with ice was placed beside him, as well as a large
bottle filled with clear liquor, and another of steaming water.  The girl who was serving
him seemed to already know how he liked his ume-hai in advance, pouring just the right
amount of shochu into the glass before adding the warm water with the pickled plum in
it, stirring it.  Then, leaving him to enjoy is drink, the girl slipped away, vanishing into
the deep shadows the bright spotlight left him in.
	"Minna-san!" the voice, amplified but still strangely familiar, echoed through
the living room.  "Tonight, by special request, for one evening only, SanTen
Entertainment is proud to present, together again, A-chan and N-chan!"  Canned
applause followed the voice..Soun hastily set his drink down and clapped along with no
one as the lights dimmed slightly, leaving him, pointing at the small stage in front of
him.
	Sensuous music started to play through the room, as from opposite sides of the
stage, two girls started to appear, starting at the feet, and very gradually working their
way inwards.  Both were dressed up...the girl on the right, with the short brown hair,
dressed in a shimmering red Chinese dress, heavy bracelets and rings on her fingers,
and a bright red sequined mask covering her eyes. The girl on the left, with the short
black hair, was dressed in a black idol's dress, frilly and lacy, but looking dangerous in
all-black.  She too, was masked, with black velvet, contrasting the glitter of her dancing
partner.
	Together, the girls strutted their stuff around the stage...although the contrast
between stage and floor was too great for their eyes to penetrate, they seemed to know
that Soun was the only customer for this cabaret, and as they flashed their legs through
their dresses, they always seemed to be angled just right for him.  Starting separately,
the two girls slowly came closer and closer together towards the front of the stage, until,
just a few feet away, close enough for Soun to smell them, they were pressed together,
rubbing their hands over each other's bodies, plucking at each others dresses.
	The black-masked girl seemed to be the leader, Soun thought in a daze, as she
hiked the Chinese dress of her partner up over the round curves of her ass, squeezing the
undulating girls' backside with passion, as their mouths almost met in a searing French
kiss, their tongues dancing just millimeters away from each other.  In response, the red-
masked girl reached up to her partner's breasts, grabbing those full mounds and
squeezing firmly, pushing them in, and then pulling down, breaking the idol dress away
in one smooth movement, leaving the black-haired girl in garters and stockings and
heels, and nothing else.
	Turnabout being fair play, the brunette was swiftly divested of her dress, leaving
her in jewelry and heels, as they finally started to kiss in earnest, hot moans escaping
their merged lips as their hands ran up and down each others bodies.  Soun was
entranced at the sight of the two ardent lesbians going at it only inches from his
face...more than merely going at it, they were moving about, twisting about each others
bodies to expose each other to his eyes, showing him their breasts, their legs, their
backsides, the coral flowers between their legs, both so neatly shaven.  So entranced
was Soun that he had barely registered the hands on his trousers, unfastening them,
lowering them...barely realized that a pair of warm, wet lips had encircled his rigid
shaft, and were bobbing up and down on his manhood.
	On stage, the lesbian couple was slowly sinking to its collective knees, hands
having already delved between legs, stroking shaven cuntlips and smearing girlish
essence over each others bodies as they seemed to merge into a tangle of pale tan flesh.
Soun could hear them moaning, could hear the wet sounds coming from all four sets of
lips.  It was a sound that he'd heard before, recently, but more importantly, it reminded
him of the smells and sounds he'd heard so long before, ten years ago for the last time,
he thought, but now he felt them again, smelt them again, felt that indescribable ring of
wetness bobbing up and down his erect shaft, his hands clutching the table, his drink
forgotten.
	It was so good, it had been so long since that last time, just before they had
found the terrible news, that last moment of happiness, or erotic joy he had shared with
her.  Although his eyes never left the stage, with the two girls now in a position known
as 'soixant-neuf' (and now, he fully understood why it was called that..when doing it, it
was hard to envision such things), and he took in the love and joy and pleasure that the
two girls were giving each other, his mind was really about one meter and ten years
away, centered on the lips around his shaft, on the fire within the balls below, hearing
the muted moans from under the kotatsu, sounding so very much like her, more like her
than anyone could possibly ever be, and even though he knew it wasn't her, even knew
who it was substituting for her, understood at last that it didn't matter anymore, that 10
years was too long, that he had been unfair to him, to her, and to them.
	With a bellow, he came, and the choking of surprise was so much like her, that
he smiled, even as his breath gasped out of him.  "Okasan..." he gasped, once, twice,
three times, each time for the first three bolts that exploded out of his penis into the
willing mouth wrapped around him.  On stage, the two girls looked up at that, their
faces shining in radiant joy as their looked right into his face, the lights coming on at
just that moment, the masks flying away, letting him look his two youngest daughters
eye to eye, just before they delved into each other again, letting him enjoy his moment
with the eldest fully as they satisfied themselves.  And when it was over, and Kasumi
pulled her body from under the futon, white cream dripping from her chin over her
bosom, Soun could only say it one more time, "Okaasan..."
	"Oh my!"
	Akane slipped down from the stage and prodded her father's prone form
hesitantly.  "He passed out!" she blinked.
	Nabiki joined her two sisters, a little smirk on her face.  "See, Kasumi-
oneechan?  Akane was right...ten years WAS too long."
	"Oh my," Kasumi sighed again with a little smile.  "Well, we certainly won't let
that happen again, will we?" she giggled softly.  "Now then," she smiled, as she gently
pulled her father out from under the futon, revealing his prick, still standing firm and
proud.  "We've got a busy time ahead of us, working all of THAT out of his system.
Who's next?"