Playing With Water part 4 - Here Comes Ranma! by Kanomi -------------------------- Shampoo was no genius, but she could read Chinese. And the writing on this bottle she had just received in the mail was wrong. She sighed and put it aside. So, the curse struck again. She was quite convinced the curse made you miss your chances at curing it. Like today. She had discovered it in her great-grand-mother's Rolodex. It was a Jusenkyo Bottled Water Mail Order House. She had secretely taken down the address, and then passed an order. But somehow they had messed up her order. She had ordered water from Spring of Drowned Young Girl for someone with a cat curse. Instead, she had received water from the Spring of Drowned Cat. Useless. She sighed again, puffing at a strand of hair that was dangling before her eyes. Now Ranma would never like her. At that exact moment, the chimes of the entrance rang, and when she looked up, there he was, her prince, walking in. Her expression changed from one heartbeat to the next. "AIREN!" Shampoo exclaimed, bouncing up from her seat to greet him with a glomp that made him look nervously around to make sure nobody was looking at them and then he grinned at her, "Ah, Shampoo, I'm hungry and I was passing..." Ranma stopped as she noticed the bottle of water. Shampoo noticed his glance and sighed. "Is no good. Shampoo order water from Spring of Drowned Girl, know Ranma like Shampoo if no change cat. But they mess order, send wrong water. Send reverse what Shampoo order." Now, Ranma was no genius, but to him, reverse of Water from Spring Drowned Girl spelled Water from Spring of Drowned Man. You see, Ranma couldn't read Chinese to save his life (or manhood). Another trait of note is his incredible impulsiveness. "Well, thanks anyway not hungry anymore gottagobye!" exclaimed Ranma as he jumped over the table, snatched the bottle, rounded a beam and speeded out the restaurant before Shampoo could do more than say, "Wait! Is no..." -------------- Once in the street, Ranma hurried to a side-alley and checking around to make sure no one would interrupt him and make him lose the water, he uncapped the bottle and poured its content on his head. From several blocks away, the scream could still be distinctly heard, a scream of horror and abject terror. But although several good people looked, they found no one around in the alley the scream had come from. Shrugging, they returned to their own businesses. -------------- Akane was coming back home from school. Ranma had gone missing right after the end of classes, but that was usual. Akane frowned, he was probably eating at Ucchan's or the Nekohanten. Her steps grew markedly heavier, resounding louder in the street, her schoolbag swung back and forth faster as her annoyance grew. By the time she was back at the dojo, though, she had regained her cheerfulness. After all, her big sister was home, and she was pretty certain she could convince her do something special for her. Poking her head inside, she called, "Kasumi! I'm hooome!" She slipped out of her shoes and into slippers, and shuffled around inside, crossing the shoji room where her father and Mr.Saotome were engaged into another cheating match. For example, when ehr father raise his gaze to greet her cheerfully, Mr.Saotome moved several pieces on the board with a practiced swiftness that was quite impressive. If only it hadn't be used only for cheating. Akane smiled at her father and made her way to the kitchen, shaking her head at that pitifulness. She found Kasumi in the kitchen, preparing a soup and some kind of noodles. For a moment, Akane simply admired her sister and her hability to juggle several culinary tasks at once with never a single mistake or a drop spilled. After a moment, she whispered, "Kaaasumiii..." Kasumi looked up, and there was an exchange in their eyes. She blushed and looked away. Akane giggled a bit. Kasumi was sucha sweetie. Moving closer, the younger girl reached around her sister, hugging a moment, almost innocently, before her hands cupped her older sister's breasts, squeezing. Kasumi was still, stunned and stiff, and then looked over ehr shoulder at her little sister. She read there, the plea, and bit her lowerlip, before she nodded. Making sure nothing would be spoiled, reducing the heat on one and covering the other, Kasumi joined Akane, who had stepped just inside the kitchen. First, she cracked the door opened, peeked out, making sure no one was around, then she closed it again carefully. Then she took her little sisters in her arms and kissed her deeply. Akane, as in everything, threw herself wholly into the kiss, arms wrapped about her big sister, her chest crushed to the more voluptuous curves of Kasumi's bosom as they kissed. When they broke apart, panting a little, cheeks flushed, Akane got a naughty look and grinned, "Ah, so, can I eat something? You know, Ranma's probably at Ucchan's stuffing himself." Kasumi frowned, trying to follow, but shook her head, "Hmm, I still haven't finished..." she stopped herself as she looked at her sister, finaly catching that she was doing some kind of role playing again. "Oh, I'm sure we can find something to eat around here," went on Akane, looking around. Then she opened the fridge's door and drew out a few food items. Kasumi grabbed her wrist and pulled Akane around, "Stealing from my kitchen, are you? That's no good." Akane was surprised, but smoothly went on, "Oh no, no not stealing. I'm a good girl, I wouldn't do something like that." Kasumi pointed at the food, "But you were.. You need to be punished!" she said, delighted at this new idea. Akane's eyes grew wide, but there was a lot of interest as well as surprise. "Pun..punished?" she asked meekly. "Oh yes. Eating before dinner to spoil your appetite, stealing my food... Yes, you need to be punished. Bend over the counter there." Akane looked where Kasumi was pointing. It was the only free and clean space on the counter. She meekly turned to it and bent at the waist against its edge, pressing her chest against the smooth surface, her head almost against the wall. Kasumi then calmly proceeded to lift her skirt and then bare her bottom by pulling her panties down to her knees. Akane felt a much brighter flush heating her cheeks as she pictured what she must look like this way. A sense of shame fought with very real excitement as she waited. "My my, but that's a smooth bottom you have, for a food thief. You really mustn't have been punished often." Then the smack resounded in the kitchen, surprising even Akane who'd been trying to brace for it, the sting of Kasumi's palm striking her bare ass making her jerk and yelp in surprise. "That's one," Kasumi said, calmly, admiring the reddening print of her hand in the soft cheek. Then she brought her hand down again. This time, it was a bit harder. Still, there was more noise and surprise than any real pain, and she knew it. In fact, the shame was probably the most intense part, that and maybe some fear of being discovered. After all, anyone walking into the room would see her spanking her little sister. "That's two." Kasumi brought her hand up again, and struck another time, aiming for the paler of the two cheeks, feeling a sense of satisfaction at watching it redden from the slap. Akane was jumping every times her sister smacked her so sharply on the backside, which was starting to feel hot, the sting dulling slowly into the flesh. "That's three." she heard, yet it felt like more, she was getting so aroused, and from this? Another cracking sound of the flat of a hand against flesh, another jerk of her body, and Kasumi's calm voice, counting, "And four." And then another, and another. Akane was moaning now, out loud, the tiny ripples from the slap vibrating into her, the heat seeping deep inside of her flesh, seeming to coalesce around her sex. She knew she must be wet now, and when Kasumi stopped, she subtly rubbed her thighs together, feeling a need. Kasumi bit her lips, watching her youngest sister, bare ass red from the spanking, trembling and eager, and she felt the same desire, she needed to conclude. Leaving Akane alone a moment, she got herself a glass of cold water, and splashed herself with it. When Kasumi bent against Akane, her large tool, freed from her clothes, weighting down against the younger girl's tender bottom, she leaned close to whisper into her ear, "Well, what if Ranma is stuffing himself elsewhere? You're going to get a stuffing of your own, Akane-chan..." ------------ Ranma seemed to wake up from a dream, wandering in the street. His clothes were wet. Somehow, it was warm water. He wondered where he'd found it, there was no houses he recognized around, although he was on a street he knew. His clothes were in tatters as well, torn and soiled. He smelled himself and wrinkled his nose. "Whoah, I stink... Better head straight for home, don't want to meet anyone like this." He jumped, with incredible ease, to a nearby roof, and then made his way, from roofs to roof, hopping about quickly, until he was back in trhe vincinity of the Tendo dojo. As much as he'd raked his brain during the trip back, he couldn't remember where he'd been, how he'd gotten in this state. He vaguely remembered visiting the Nekohanten, but that was it. And the way his stomach was grumbling now, he was pretty sure he hadn't eaten much there. "Maybe the old Ghoul slipped me some kinda of drug? I sure hope I didn't do anythin' with Shampoo while I was out of it. Ugh." "Food or bath first?" he wondered as he hopped on the stone wall surrounding the dojo. Seeing light in the kitchen decided for him. "Food first, of course." Jumping on the roof, he strolled over to the edge, and then, in a flip that would make any olympic athletes envious, hooked his feet to the edge, and suspended himself head down to peek inside the window. Just as he was about to knock, his gaze fell on the counter, just to the right of the window, where, if he wasn't mistaken, Akane was bent over, with Kasumi humping her hips against the girl's butt. "Whoah?!" Surprise made him lose his 'footing', and he slipped head first into ground. *WHAM!* This being Ranma, you can be sure there was a rock at the bottom of his fall. --------------- Kasumi fingered a damp strand of hair from her eyes, not skipping a beat as she slammed against Akane's rump, driving herself home rhythmically, her sex piercing deep, forcing the young girl's cervix and ramming straight to her womb with every shoves. Akane had gotten a wooden spoon and was bitting into its handle, keeping herself from crying out for fear of bringing the whole house in. Tears were trickling over her cheeks, the intensity of their fucking so great, the thrusts so strong, her head kept hitting the wall, making a cupboard which was placed to her right, vibrate and almost bounce in place to the rhythm of their mating. She could tell Kasumi didn't have much strength left, her thrusts starting to falter, more eratic, although still powerful enough to make her chest slide back and forth over the counter. Akane had come several times already, starting almost at once when Kasumi had taken her, up until now. Now she wanted to feel the great rush of her big sister's orgasm flooding her. She was not disapointed. It happened suddenly, Kasumi punching deep and hard when she was overtaken by her pleasure, the explosion of her seed, the feel of Kasumi spilling herself deep inside her sent Akane into another orgasm as well, one that left both of the girls panting and weak-kneed when it was past, their face flushed, and their skin covered with perspiration. Somehow, they managed to look almost presentable by the time Kasumi finished preparing the dinner. Ranma, strangely enough, wasn't there to appreciate the potatoes Akane had boiled the water for. Very unlike him to miss dinner, unless he knew in advance that Akane would be cooking. Akane was actually glad. She couldn't sit straight, and she kept having the feeling that some cum was trickling down her thigh, althought she was pretty sure that was just an illusion. Kasumi was all smiles and gentleness, as she served the plates, but Akane was feeling a bit awkward. Still, with all the powers of perceptions her father and Mr. Saotome showed, she felt her qualms ease, they were totaly oblivious, except to the quality of Kasumi's food. Nabiki, though, kept eyeing her and smirking, as if she was enjoying a private joke. ------------ Ranma wobbled to the bathroom, and washed himself, almost without realizing it. At least, this time he knew why he'd fainted. The rock that had uneringly awaited his fall from the roof was a good enough explanation for his throbbing head and the short period of unconsciousness. Ranma, instinctively, also used only warm and hot water to wash up, before he slipped into the furo. Ah, the blissfully relaxing hot water almost hurt at first, but then, it drained away the aches of his day, leaning him all but floating, his mind wandering. "What was that I saw from the window... It looked like Akane and Kasumi were... But it couldn't be... Could it?" Ranma finaly got up, dried himself, got some clean clothes and came out of the bathroom. -------------- Everyone had already taken to their rooms, it seemed. It was a bit early, but maybe they had some homeworks. Well, except Kasumi. Kasumi didn't have homeworks. In fact, Kasumi was usually up late. Ranma studied the hall a moment, looking at each doors, before he shrugged and went for his room. But, just as he was about to open the door, he heard a noise. In his expert opinion, it was the sound of a hand striking flesh. Probably open-palmed. Ranma might not be a genius and might not read Chinese either, but fighting, and striking, were natural and easier to read for him than anything else. Straining his senses, he listened, still and holding his breath. There, another strike. And this time, he also managed to hear a muffled cry accompanying it. Someone was getting hit. And it sounds, maybe, like a girl. As silently as he could, he moved towards Akane's door. Leaning close, he listened. Nope, the sounds weren't coming from there. Moving on, he went to Nabiki's door. Placing his ear against it, he listened again. Ah, yes, there it was, there was someone, no, two persons in here, who weren't sleeping. This must be it. That's when he heard another smack, and this time, he could really make out the plaintive voice crying out after. It was Akane's voice. Ranma suddenly saw red. Someone was hitting Akane! He yanked the door opened, snarling, "Alright, what's going..." before he took the scene in. "On..." he continued slowly, dumbfounded, as he stared at Akane, naked, her hands bound behind her back, lying across Nabiki's lap, with her bottom arched up and very obviously red from a spanking. To add to the sureality of the situation, at least in Ranma's eyes, Nabiki was not naked, but was much worse. She was wearing an outfit of smooth, soft leather that consisted of a balconet bustier that uplifted, but didn't cover her perky breasts, rosy nipples and all, with a criss-crossing lacing that tied it tight under her bust. Ranma stood gaping, and Akane was staring right back at him, with big eyes, almost as stunned as he was. Nabiki, on the other hand, regained her self-possession much faster than any of the other two and calmly asked, "What's the meaning of this, Saotome? Don't you know you should knock before entering a young woman's room?" Ranma's jaw worked, opening and closing uselessly as his mind, frozen still, couldn't generate speech yet. "B-b-but.. but but.." he finaly stammered. Nabiki smirked, looked down at the rosy cheeks she had been spanking moments ago, and then back at Ranma. "Yes, cute butt, isn't it?" she said, brushing fingers over the smooth, warm curves. "Nabiki!" Akane exclaimed, shocked at her sister. Ranma shut his mouth, and slowly, stiffly, backed away, and closed the door before he went to his room, and lay down on his bed, his brain still refusing to work. ------------ Akane sighed, and squirmed. "Sis? I think you'd better untie me..." she said. Nabiki arched a brow, and rubbed her sister's buttocks. "But you're so cute and helpless..", her comment was interupted by a snap as Akane broke the ropes that had been binding her hands together in her back. "Sorry, Nabiki-chan," she explained, "I think I really had better go talk to him." Nabiki nodded, and watched her sister go, letting her make it to the door before pointing out, "Maybe a little clothing would help him listen to you rather than look at you, sis." Akane blushed and nodded hurriedly, while getting a bathrobe from Nabiki's wardrobe, and slipping it on as she went out of the room. Nabiki shook her head, "Ah, young love." Looking down at the broken ropes Akane had left behind she muttered, "Maybe some kind of steel wire mesh..." ------------------ In the guest's room, Ranma was concentrating on a sleeping panda's loud snoring, as a sort of meditation technique that might help chase away this picture of a naked, red-bottomed, Akane getting spanked. "Aaargh," he growled quietly in frustration. To his susprise, a soft whisper answered him, "Ranma?" Akane had slipped into the room, and crawled over, not wanting to wake up his father. "A-a-akane?" he stuttered back, looking in the dark, half-dreading to find her still naked. But she was wearing a robe. Breathing easier, he repeated, "Akane? What are you doing here?" The young girl put her finger in front of her lips in a sign for him to be quiet, and then gestured for him to follow her out of the room. After closing the door behind them, she lead him into her room, locking her door before she made him sit down. "Ranma, I.." she started, but was interupted. "Nabiki was spanking you there, wasn't she? And this afternoon, in the kitchen.. You and Kasumi.. That really happened too, right?" he asked, hurriedly. Akane blushed redly, and then, very slowly, she nodded, watching him. Ranma's first reflex was to get up and leave, but as soon as he started to, Akane moved closer, placing her hands on his shoulders, holding onto him. "Please don't, Ranma.. Let's talk?" she pleaded. Then, brushing one hand over his chest, she whispered, "I'll make it worth your while." "Akane!" he gasped, but didn't make any move to get up anymore, "What happened to you?" She smiled, teasingly stroking her hand over his chest, but now heading down, as she admitted, "A lot of things. And I wish to share them with you, Ranma." For a moment, she seemed uncertain, but then, she said it, "Because I love you." Again, Ranma was stunned. That was happening a lot to him that day. "You l-l-..." She puffed a breath and looked at him exasperared, "L-o-v-e... Love. You can say it!" There was a long silence, but finaly, the words came out, "I love you too, Akane. I think I always have." It was said so calmly, that Akane stopped the teasing descent with her brushing fingers, and stared a him a long time. But then, she smiled widely and fiercely kissed him, "Yes.. And now I'm so horny. Let's fuck." His eyes widened in alarm as her hand cupped his crotch through his shorts and squeezed for enphasis. But he got the message. Within a minute, he was hard, the tip of his cock poking out the top of his shorts as they broke away from another kiss, lips moist and eyes alight. "Akane.. Are you. I mean.. Are you sure ..." he trailed. She had shrugged her shoulders, making the bathrobe slip a bit, falling down her arms, baring her shoulders and the upper sides of her breasts. She was looking at him again, licking her lips naughtily as she asked, "Do you think I have a cute butt, like Nabiki said?" "Akane!" he exclaimed, but then as she kept looking at him with that mischievous expression, he relented, looking away in embarassment. "Yes... I couldn't keep my eyes from it.. Was.. Was she really.. Y'know. Spankin you?" She grinned, getting up and, lifting the back of the bathrobe, she turned around, showing off her cute derriere, "Oh yes, she was." Ranma stared, her cheeks were still a darker pink than the rest of her skin, "W-why was she spankin you, Akane? Did you do something bad?" "Oh yes..." she drawled, now slowly rolling her hips from side to side, legs parting more, her backside swaying before him, and he caught a glimpse of some folds of flesh when she arched herself more, the crack between her cheeks parting slightly, things that made him catch his breath, things, he knew it was wicked that he saw. But then she was turning around again, and let her robe fall to the ground. "Oh yes, very bad." For the first time, in all the times he'd surprised her naked, he looked at her in a sexual matter. She was beautiful. Her breast, far from flat or unfeminine, were high, round and firm, peaked with brown aureolas tipped with erect nipples. Her whole body was built that way, trim and firm, from exercise. And maybe she wasn't as slim as her sister Nabiki, but she had a look of health that more than made up. And there was that slightly shadowed triangle formed by her thighs and lower belly, where he lost himself, staring, wanting to see so much it hurt... But she didn't let him see, stepping closer, and then dropping ot her knees in front of him, gazing up and catching his eyes as she gripped at thed elastic band of his shorts and tugged them down. Once his erection was freed, she bent down to it, and he caught his breath, stiffling a gasp when her lips caressed him and again when her tongue, warm, soft an lively, moistened his shaft, running over it expertly. "Akane.." he whispered, and she smiled up at him, her fingers closing on his balls, her breath washing over him before she started licking again. It was over all too soon, a brief moment, while he gasped, she caressed him, then the next he whimpered, "Akane.. I'm gonna.. AH!" and with that, his seed exploded into her face, spurting short and hot bursts of semen that stuck to her skin. Akane licked her lips, grinning up at him, "Oooh.. So much cum.. All for me.." she whispered, then added, "Bet you've got more." And with that, simply returned to licking his cock, which now sported rivulets of cum trickling down his length, to contrast with the dark veins etched into the hard flesh. She licked it all clean, then took it into her mouth, starting a bobbing of her head that was making her lips slide up and down his length. He remained hard throughout, eyes half-lidded, groaning again already, until, when she was satisfied he was back up to speed, she got up, straddled his lap, rubbing her cunny against his hard shaft a few times while looking down into his face between her breasts. Then she simply sat down, lowering herself on top of his hard cock, his hips rising instinctively as she took it all in with a moan and gripped him on his shoulders for support "OH YEAH!" she gasped out loud. At first, they just moved against one another urgently, a bit awkwardly, but soon found their rhythm, still urgent, still quick, but now moving together, his hips rising to meet her downward motions up and down his rod, his face pressing to her bosom, kissing and licking and moaning against her lovely, soft flesh, finding a nipple and suckling on it while his hands ran up and down her back, caressing, brushing, finding her backside and almost naturally finding ahold there. Akane was extatic, bouncing up and down on Ranma's lap, his hard cock plunging in and out of her quickly, deeply. She gasped and shook her head, getting her damp bangs from her eyes, and noted suddenly a pair of shadows on the wall. Still riding up and down Ranma's shaft, she turned her head, to look over her shoulders, finding her wo sisters at the door, looking at her and Ranma together. They were in their cursed form, and their arousal evident, Nabiki's firm rod proudly sticking up, while Kasumi's heavy shaft was drooping a bit, but still hanging out from her crotch, showing hints of precum already. Akane looked down at her lover, then back up at her sisters and nodded. Nabiki smirked, and tugged at Kasumi, drawing her in, almost dragging the girl, who, Akane noted, was blushing furiously, towards the bed. By the time she was there, though, her demeanor had almost completely changed. For now came a more demanding Kasumi, placing her hands on Ranma's shoulders and then drawing him backward, until he was lying back, staring up at her in surprise. She bent down and kissed him, a kiss that sparked a twang of jealousy in Akane's chest, until she felt Nabiki's strong body pressing against hers from behind, hher sister's hands caressing her belly, letting her up and down motions rub her shaft against her buttocks. Ranma, wide-eyed, started to respond to Kasumi's kiss. It was a most instructive kiss, where Kasumi's tongue reached into his mouth and caressed, slid against, and otherwise teased and tickled his own, and every sensitive parts of his palate as well. Soon, he was losing himself in the kiss, trying to return those touches, those caresses, Kasumi's gentle hands brushing against his cheeks as they started to moan together. Nabiki, behind Akane, was savoring the moment, as she started guiding her erection between Akane's parted cheeks. Soon, she had to stop her sister, placing her hands on her hips to still her, while she dragged down the tip of her cock to place it against the girl's anus. Akane was relaxed, having played this doublette game with her sisters many times already, so that Nabiki had no trouble thrusting home, her cock burried in her sister's ass to the hilt, making both of them gasp. Then, Nabiki started guiding her sister up and down on Ranma's shaft again, getting into the correct rhythm, now pressing in when Akane was lifting herself off Ranma's pole, then out when she was moving back down on it. Ranma barely noticed this added stimuli, lost as he was in Kasumi's kiss, but still there was now something moving against him inside of Akane, and it was often stroking against his cock as he thrust. "Nnnnnmmmph" he moaned into Kasumi's mouth, feeling her tongue swish in a whirl about his own, just before she withdrew. He was about to open his eyes to look up at her, to find out why she was stopping, when her fingers lightly, softly brushed over his lids, and she proceeded to wrap a a piece of cloth around his head, over his eyes, blinding him. Thus, it is unseeing that he sensed when Kasumi straightened up on her knees next to them, bringing her large, heavy member close to his face, kissing Akane briefly while she rubbed the warm flesh against his lips, its juices smearing his skin and dripping around. He opened his mouth, wondering what it was, tasting the salty skinned flesh, as it teasingly slid over his lips. "Wha..mmph!" was all he could get out of his inquiry as to its nature before Kasumi pressed the head of her cock into his mouth. He found himself licking it, sucking on it, hearing Kasumi gasp as he tasted more of her seeping, salty precum. The organ's swollen head was very large, his jaw widely pried opened, but Ranma's a Saotome.. They have big mouths. He could handle it, sucking eagerly as he felt it somehow pleasured Kasumi; her softly, quietly feminine moans echoing some of his caresses, and more and more of this thick, fleshy thing being fed him, stuffed into his mouth. Akane groaned as she watched Kasumi start to pump her hips, using her lover's mouth this way, and she looked up at her big sister, who was looking back, and they moved together, kissing passionately, if a bit distractedly, the motions of her body between Ranma and Nabiki making it awkward, both her sex and rectum filled with the urgent, counterpointed thrusts, just when Kasumi's loving fingers found her breasts. When Nabiki's hands slid from her hips, around her, and joined together at the point of her meeting with Ranma, she jerked stiffedly, her sister's fingers finding the folds of her sex, and her clitoris, caressing, slidding, rubbing. Akane suddenly lost it, crying out muffledly against her older sister's lips as she came. Then she came again, and again, driven, pushed, prodded and caressed. Kissed, rubbed and fucked. She dimly felt both Ranma's and Nabiki's own orgasm flooding her, the trickle of their cums mingling, when finaly, her body, drained and weak, fell, unsupported. Somehow, at some time, her sisters had left, while she was in this altered state, her mind drifting, her senses inopperable. She could hear him breath, slowly, softly. His chest was against her cheek, or rather.. she was lying down on top of him, resting her cheek on his chest, listening to his heart beat. There was a drying rivulet of stickiness along his cheek, from the corner of his mouth, and he still had that blindfold over his eyes. He had his arms around her, holding her gently, and his breath was slow and deep. She let out a soft sigh, feeling as if she was melting against him. "Akane?" he murmured softly. "Yes, Ranma?" she answered, smiling. She loved him, yes she did. "How come your sisters have dicks now?" End of part 4.