Ranma 1/2 - The Lemon Series By James"Kamakazi"Stone jamess@worldgate.edmonton.ab.ca (c) 1994 Stone Age Productions. All Rights Reserved ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is the first in an irregular series of lemon fanfics, set in the Ranma Universe. I'll be writing these whenever the urge strikes me, so don't expect anything resembling regularity. I may take some liberties with characters (almost certain to, in fact). Just remember, don't take anything you read too seriously. *WARNING* This fanfic contains scenes of explicit sexual activity. If such activity offends you, DON'T READ IT. And if it's something you don't want your kids to see, keep it away from them. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Episode 1 - 100% female... It was afternoon at the Tendo Dojo. Akane had just gone to the dojo itself with Ranma, probably to spar. Nabiki sighed to herself as she climbed the stairs to her room. Why couldn't Akane be a little more feminine? Already people were starting to talk. Nabiki had more than once overheard whispered conversations about Akane being...a little 'off'. Nabiki sighed again as she entered her room. She always wanted to defend her sister, but could never find the words. Mabye, she thought to herself, it was because she wasn't so sure herself. Akane could be so... boyish at times. And she was certainly very close with her girlfriends, but Nabiki had never thought of this as odd, until now. She laid back down on her bed, and picked up her manga to resume reading, but found herself unable to concentrate on it. Instead, she couldn't tear her mind away from the thought that her sister might be gay. And really, was that so bad? After all, they'd still be sisters. Nothing could change that. And... Smiling, Nabiki rolled over, letting her manga fall from her hand as she did so. Did Akane, did anyone, know that she too, had urges that sometimes threatened to overwhelm her? She tried to hide it, hide it behind a wall of money, but.... But. There was noone. Now she stared at the ceiling, her lower lip trembling. Why? Why had she frightened them all off? What had she accomplished by doing so? Sure they might still approach her, but not as a potential lover. Always as a client, seeking money, or the latest odds, or any of a hundred other meaningless things. Sometimes she half-suspected, half-hoped that they came to her hoping she would be their whore. Just to feel loved, even for a moment, even if an illusion, would make it all worthwhile. But it never happened. The light in their eyes always means another kind of greed, another kind of passion. Even Kuno, who was too stupid to recognize her for what she was, had no interest in her, other than as a way to her sister, her SISTER the LESBIAN! Nabiki flung herself onto her stomach again, and began to sob. It wasn't fair. Not fair. Kuno, the only man left for her, wanted her sister, who didn't want him, didn't want any man. Nabiki began to laugh through her sobs, bitter laughter that mixed well with the tears. There was a horrible kind of justice to it, too. First herself, and now her sister, would throw away their chances for love, and happiness, not knowing why, not realizing the consequences of their actions. Gradually, her sobbing tapered off, and as always, she felt worse than before. Wasn't crying supposed to make you feel better? She smiled, a crooked smile that didn't reach her eyes. Well, she knew one sure way to make herself feel better. Her nipples were already faintly tingling...an automatic response now. She had done this so many times her body knew what to expect after a crying session. Nabiki slowly drew herself forward, keeping herself off the bed, letting just her nipples drag along the covers, feeling the sensation build as the fabric of her shirt pulled ever so gently along them. Nabiki liked her breasts. They were the most sensitive part of her. Sometimes she could make herself come just by playing with her breasts, and today, they were extra sensitive. Briefly, she wondered why, but soon stopped caring as she slowly rocked back and forth along the covers. The feelings built, until it was just to much. With a hushed groan, Nabiki sat up and ripped the T-shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, she rarely did, the sensation of loose fabric brushing her breasts was too pleasureable to pass up. She threw the shirt aside, and brought her hands down to her chest, running them down her body from her collarbones until she had a breast in each had. Stroking quickly up with her thumbs and forefingers, she grabbed a nipple, and squeezed it hard, pinching and twisting them slightly... Ranma had nice breasts. The thought suddenly slowed Nabiki. Gently, she continued to stroke her breasts, running them all over the surface, gently rubbing each nipple with her palms. Why did she suddenly think of Ranma? A picture of Ranma suddenly filled Nabiki's mind, her red hair, slightly damp, her blue eyes gazing downwards, her cheeks flushed slightly, and one of those lovely breasts, fit so well into Nabiki's palm.... Nabiki smiled slightly, as she unconciously speeded up her stroking. So that was it. The thought of Ranma's breasts filled Nabiki's mind as she kneaded her own. So soft, so warm.... Ranma didn't wear a bra either. Nabiki's smile deepened. And it hadn't been mere embarassment that had colored Ranma's cheeks so...she had felt that nipple growing, right under her hand.... With another sigh, not as muted, Nabiki flopped back down on her bed. She envisioned Ranma naked, covering those lovely breasts with her arms.... In her vision, Nabiki watched as Ranma slowly lowered those arms, to heft a breast in her hand, and offer it, whispering, "Please...take it..." In her vision Nabiki did, first stroking it with her hand, like she would her own, like she was sculpting, shaping it to her, smiling as the nipple grew, and puffed out slightly. She pinched the nipple, smiled at Ranma's gasp, and her louder gasp as Nabiki leaned forwards, and took that nipple in her mouth. Lying on her bed, eyes closed, hands pinching and pulling fiercly at her nipples, Nabiki licked her lips. She needed more...oh god, there wasn't enough. Leaving one hand to pull at her breasts, Nabiki reached down, and unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them a short way down her legs. Already she could feel her wetness through her panties. Oh god, had she ever BEEN this wet before? Reachind down slightly, Nabiki gasped. Even the bedsheet was wet, soaked right through her shorts. Nabiki needed to get off in the worst way. Without bothering to remove them, Nabiki jammed her hand into her panties, and began fingering her sex. She moaned louder still as her middle finger brushed across her clit. Hurridly, she drew her finger back, this time pushing it hard against her clit, hoping that it would drive her over the edge. But no! she was still as high as before, no higher. Had she ever been this high before? Panting, her breaths coming into short moans which she didn't care who heard, she rubbed her finger frantically over her clit. Then she added a finger, and ran it between them, sliding it along the groove. Her other hand remained at her breasts, kneading her nipples. In her fantasy, Ranma's head was at her breasts, gently rolling and sucking the nipple between her teeth. Smiling, she kissed her way down Nabiki's body, pausing only briefly to dip her tounge into her navel, running it sensually along the edges, then trailing her tounge along until she reached the patch of hair covering Nabiki's mons veneris. Ranma smiled up at Nabiki, blue eyes shining...then she closed her eyes, and spreading Nabiki's lower lips with her hand, dipped her tongue delicately into Nabiki... Nabiki could feel herself approaching the edge of the abyss. She had never been this high before, had never had this far to come down. Slowly, to bring herself down, she slid a finger into herself. She moaned, as the walls slowly parted before the invader. She had never done this to herself before, had never needed to before, but now, she knew it was right. Her finger penetrated even deeper, her moaning becoming louder with every millimeter of movement, until she found her path blocked, a flexible wall denying her further access. "No..."she panted, and withdrew her finger. Whimpering at the loss of sensation, but she knew that she couldn't, this was for another to pass. But she had such a need...suddenly she clamped down her her clit and her nipple as hard a she could simultaneously... Ranma suddenly bit on Nabiki's clit. Nabiki, a feeling of pain, pleasure, and power flooding her, pinched her own nipples as hard as she could, screaming her joy to the world as she succumbed completely to the power enveloping her... Some hours later, as the sun begins to set over Furinkan, Nabiki climbs down the stairs, to help with the evening meal. She stopped briefly as she passed the living room, noticing a strange man talking with her father. Nabiki frowned slightly...he must be Ranma's father, he was the same age as her father! Sighing in slight dissapointment, Nabiki walked to the kitchen. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that's it. Please, tell me what you think. 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