Ranma - Let's Fuck 5

	A fall afternoon in Tokyo.

	Ranma lay on the floor of his room thinking, thinking the typical thoughts 
of a 16 year old boy, which was to say that he was thinking about sex.  Unlike 
most 16 year old boys though, Ranma had a fiancee, one whom he had recently 
learnt thought about sex nearly as much as he did, and with whom he had had 
quite a lot of sex which since a summer day when she'd come into his room and 
starting taking off her clothes.  Unfortunately for Ranma, however, Akane was 
nowhere to be found on this particular fall afternoon, which meant that the 
sizeable erection within his pants had no aid save for his own hand...which was 
hardly satisfactory these days.

	"Shit," the boy grumbled to himself as he absently reached down with a 
hang and just gently touched the bulge running up along the front of his 
trousers.  Still there, and if possible, even harder.  Even that light touch 
with his hand made it tremble, made it flex and swell upwards, straining as if 
expecting to be enveloped in warm wetness right away.  Stupid thing, Ranma 
thought.  How could it act so completely independently of the rest of his body 
like that?

	This wasn't going to get him anywhere, he thought, except perhaps with a 
rather unsatisfactory orgasm, and a need to change his pants.  With a kick, 
Ranma jumped up to his feet, wincing a little bit at how hard it was to walk 
upright.  Stupid tomboy, he groused to himself.  Before that day he'd never 
seemed to have this problem, but ever since he and Akane started fucking, it 
seemed like he always was at least semi-hard.  He had thought that getting more 
sex would reduce these sort of urges...but instead, the more then fucked, the 
harder he was.  Not that he was going to suggest stopping to see if that helped 
the problem....

	If she would be back soon, he could wait, he supposed, though a sizeable 
part of his anatomy was strongly disagreeing with him as he made his way through 
the house to go downstairs.  If she wasn't going to be home in the near 
future...well, exercise seemed to work well enough to get some of the urges out.  
It wasn't perfect, but it would at least help him stand upright....

	"Hey, do you know when everyone is getting back?" Ranma asked, sticking 
his head into the kitchen.

	"Not for several hours yet, Ranma-kun," Kasumi smiled over her shoulder at 
the boy as she continued her preparation for the evening's dinner.  "Just like 
it was the last time you asked.  And the time before that.  And the time before 
that..."

	Ranma blushed slightly as he rubbed the back of his head.  "Er...right.  
Sorry about that," he grinned sheepishly.  He hadn't even remembered asking 
about them already...several times, it seemed.  "I, uh, guess I'll just go to 
the Dojo then and...er...work out some.."

	Kasumi laughed lightly as she put her knife down and turned to face the 
boy more fully.  "Missing someone?" she teased the boy lightly, her brown eyes 
crinkled along with the smile on her face.  "Or missing something that someone 
does?" she added, her smile deepening as she watched the boy turn even redder 
and freeze in the doorway, seemingly trapped.  "Oh my," she giggled, watching 
him squirm.  "Seems I was right," she laughed.

	Ranma gawked at her.  Akane saying this sort of thing, he was starting to 
come to expect, so that it wasn't freezing his brain up quite as badly as it 
used to.  But...but..."Kasumi?!"

	The older girl just kept smiling at him as she went to the fridge, 
gesturing him to come into the kitchen.  "Oh Ranma-kun," she laughed at him, 
"You're so cute and innocent," she smiled.  "You didn't think that I wouldn't 
ever talk about it, did you?"

	Blushing awkwardly, Ranma followed Kasumi's gesture into the kitchen as 
invited.  "Uhm...well...no, I guess not," he mumbled, feeling a bit foolish even 
as he admitted it.  "I mean, you're always so...calm...about things..." he went 
on, trying to explain himself.

	"Well that's because there's really nothing to get all worked up about, is 
there?" the girl smiled as she took some chilled tofu blocks from the fridge and 
put them down next to the daicon and other vegetables she was preparing.  
"There's no need to feel embarrassed about anything, is there Ranma-kun?" she 
smiled, turning now to face him fully.  "After all, sex is perfectly natural."

	Ranma nodded, somewhat stumblingly.  "Er, yeah, I guess so," he said, 
blushing still, but suddenly feeling somewhat more at ease with the older girl.  
After all, what she said made perfect sense...sex was about the most natural 
thing that he could think of...at least in it's most basic versions.  Some of 
the things that he and Akane had done...well...but that wasn't really important 
right then.  "Er, right!" he said, straightening up and looking at Kasumi 
questioningly.  "So, er, why did you ask me to come in here then?" he wondered 
suddenly.

	"Oh," Kasumi smiled sunnily at him.  "Since Akane won't be back for 
several hours, I thought that I could give you something to help you wait until 
then," she smiled, and looked pointedly down at the extremely visible tent in 
his shorts.  "It will take care of it much better than exercise, I think," she 
added.

	Ranma blinked.  "What, some sort of food?  Some kind of medicine?" he 
wondered.  He'd heard rumors of such things, and certainly if anyone would know 
about them in this house, it would be Kasumi.  But she just shook her head with 
a smile and walked up closer to him.  "Er...acupuncture?  Did Toufuu-sensei 
teach you a pressure point?"  Then he gasped.

	"Uhm...I suppose it's a kind of pressure point technique," Kasumi smiled 
as she rubbed her hand up and down the lump protruding from Ranma's trousers.  
"But it's not something I learned from Toufuu-sensei...though he helped me 
perfect the art," she laughed, as her other nimble hand undid the sash around 
Ranma's waist.  "Just let Kasumi-oneesan take care of you, Ranma-kun, so that 
you don't go crazy before Akane gets back."

	Ranma was in shock...despite his talk with Akane a few nights before, 
despite the list they had made, despite what she had said about her sister's 
interests...to have Kasumi suddenly fondling his engorged prick, removing his 
pants and underwear, grasping the smooth hardness of his cock in her warm hand, 
soft still despite all of the housework she did...this was completely beyond the 
poor boy's imagination.  He didn't even consciously react until she sank out of 
view in front of him, her long brown hair framing her face as she bent forwards 
and swallowed the head of his cock between her lips, sliding that ruby softness 
down his length, taking his length in her mouth with astonishing ease, and 
starting to bob her head back and forth on him, while her hand kept massaging 
the base of his cock with an expert sort of pumping twist, her other hand 
reaching up to cup and fondle his testicles lovingly.

	"Ka...Kasumi!" he gasped suddenly, reaching down with both of his hands to 
grasp her head and try to push it back, to pry her lips off of his cock.  Old 
habits die hard, and in his mind were flashing images of Akane, furious, 
jealous, angry...and worst of all, crying, hurt, betrayed.  "Kasumi, stop!" he 
almost-pleaded, his head fighting with his cockhead for control of the 
situation.

	"No, Ranma-kun," Kasumi murmered, the motions of her lips indescribable as 
she talked around the flared head of his member still within her mouth, Kasumi 
showing surprising strength to fight off his resistance.  "Don't be afraid, 
Ranma-kun...just relax and enjoy yourself...she'll be mad if you don't..." she 
added with a little smile and a flick of her tongue across his slit, and with a 
gentle little tweak of his balls to say goodbye, she suddenly grabbed both of 
his wrists and forced them behind his back, freeing her head to quickly engulf 
the rest of his cock with her mouth.

	"I....no....oh gods..." Ranma gasped, feeling those lips once more sliding 
down his length.  The battle between his heads was lost...and without even 
realizing it he drove his hips forwards, pushing his member deeper into Kasumi's 
throat, eliciting a thick, passionate groan as his reward as she took his whole 
length down into him...deep throating, he thought to himself in some crazily 
lucid part of his mind.  Akane couldn't do this so well...she'd start gagging 
quickly, though she was getting better the more they tried.  Kasumi was having 
no such troubles taking him, in fact was holding herself there, pushing herself 
against his cock, her nose buried against his pubic bone, her tongue and throat 
wrigging against his shaft in an indescribable way.  Her hands, freed of holding 
his suddenly, were just as busy...one of them was fondling his buttocks, the 
other one again stroking his ballsac lightly.  This, Ranma thought to himself as 
Kasumi's head started to bob up and down again quickly, brown hair flying, was 
the best damn blowjob he had ever gotten.  Where had she learned to do this?

	That question, however, was more than merely academic to the boy, as the 
flying lips caressing his cock brough him more and more quickly towards release.  
Who knew or cared where she had learned it?  All that was important now was that 
she was giving those skills to him, giving him such oral pleasures as he could 
never have believed.  He started then, when she took his wrists in her hands one 
more time, but this time pulled them back to her head, pushing his hands firmly 
down against her long brown hair.  He needed no clearer message or 
encouragement...grabbing her hair and head tightly with his strong figers he 
started jerking the girls head back and forth in his strong arms, thrusting his 
hips against her face almost brutally, fucking her face.  The thrill of power, 
as erotic as the fucking itself, rushed through him.  There was no way now to 
hold back...

	"Uuuuuuurrrrrfghhh!!!" Ranma cried out, feeling the hot surge of semen 
rushing through his shaft.  Kasumi pushed back with her head as Ranma pushed her 
back as well, both of them thinking in synch as the sperm boiled through his 
cock, erupting from his slit just as she freed her mouth and tilted her head 
back, mouth open and eyes closed to receive the blast of gooey white mess over 
her upturned face.  With a roar, Ranma squirted again and again, soaking 
Kasumi's face in lines of ropy semen, sticky and white, cascading over her 
cheeks, eyes, and forehead, and dripping into her mouth, her tongue rolling 
laviously as she scooped the drippings into her mouth to swallow.  Gasping, 
Ranma held her there until it was all over...and when he thought that he could 
shoot no more, that he was completely drained, Kasumi wrapped her lips about his 
head and gave a powerful suck, pulling even a few more drops out of his member.

	And when she was sure she had gotten off of the tasty treat out of him 
that she could, she opened her sticky eyes carefully and smiled up at him 
through the goo on her face.  "Lovely," she purred...her whole face radiating 
erotic pleasure, a certain limpness in her nature and a glow about her body 
leaving Ranma in no doubt at all that she had come with him, even without his 
direct administrations.  "That should hold you for a little while," she laughed 
lightly, as she carefully started to replace and rearrange Ranma's clothing... 
"Though perhaps not," she smirked in a very surprising manner, as she carefully 
arranged Ranma's still stiff penis so that it would be more comfortable when he 
moved.  "Now, off with you," she winked, still making no move to clean herself 
up, even as the come dripped onto her apron and dress.  "You were going to 
exercise, weren't you?"

	"U...uh, yeah, I was.." Ranma murmered...now that the climax had happened, 
rational thought was trying to make a comeback to him, but it was still blocked 
by sheer amazement by what had just happened...and still seemed to be happening 
from the frosted look Kasumi was giving him as she pushed him gently towards the 
door.  "Er...thanks?"

	"Anytime, Ranma-kun," she smiled sunnily at him, the come-caked Kasumi 
just as cheerful and calm as the usual housegirl.  "Don't hesitate to come 
anytime," she giggled, turning to resume preparing dinner.

	What kind of family am I getting into?, Ranma wondered as he made his way 
to the Dojo for his workout.  At least it would be more effective now...even 
though he was still horny, it wasn't as overpowering as before, so he would 
actually be able to get some useful work done....

	And it was useful work, and a good strenuous workout, one which actually 
allowed his erection to fully subside fully for what felt like the first time in 
days, and by the end of it Ranma was too tired to do anything more than go back 
to his room and collapse.  He was drowsing when he heard the others return home, 
and even though he heard Akane's voice from amoung those downstairs, he was 
content to wait to see her.  And in truth he was nervous...this was the first 
time he had ever done something sexual with someone else, let alone her 
innocent-seeming oldest sister, and despite their earlier conversation he was 
nervous.  Even a loud shout of mingled laughter from the three girls didn't ease 
the nervousness with which he went down to dinner that night.

	"Hi Ranma!" Akane beamed at him as he came down the stairs, jumping up 
from the table to give him a hug, something else new in their relationship.  
Ranma let himself relax just a tiny bit as he felt his fiancee press her body 
fully against his...but then she whispered in his ear.  "There's something on 
Kasumi's face," she said sweetly before letting him go and giving him a little 
smirk and a twist as she went to rejoin her sisters and their fathers at the 
table, leaving Ranma to stumble along behind her as best as he could, trying as 
best he could to try to get a casual look at Kasumi's face while both of her 
sisters watched him with a smirk.

	It didn't look that bad, really, and if he hadn't known what it was he 
probably would never have noticed...but knowing that it was his own dried semen 
that made that little while line just below her hair on one side of her face 
made it awfully hard not to stair at it.  The knowing smirks that Nabiki and 
Akane kept giving him didn't help...and it certainly didn't help that at least 
one, and possibly all three of the sisters kept rubbing their feet against his 
legs during the meal.  At least it was a relief that Akane wasn't upset...but 
what about her father?  With this worrying thought in mind, Ranma hardly ate at 
all, by his standards, which Kasumi noted at the end of the meal.

	"You're really feeling alright, Ranma-kun?" Kasumi asked solicitously as 
he tried to wave away her concerns for her health.  "You've hardly eaten at 
all...if you need any medicine, you come to me right away," she admonished the 
boy sternly, making him gulp and blush, nodding sheepishly.  "And I want to see 
you before you go to bed tonight," she added with an air of authority, "just to 
make sure we don't need to keep you home from school tomorrow."

	Ranma erked in surprise, but even as he opened his mouth to protest, Akane 
caught his eye and gave a smiling shake of her head.  "Don't argue with 
oneechan, Ranma," Akane laughed at him.  "Nabiki and I learned that one long 
ago, who's the boss of the household."  Nabiki nodded in agreement.  "You're in 
trouble if you're sick in Kasumi's house, Ranma-kun," she grinned.  "Don't want 
to make it worse for yourself."  Grousingly, Ranma gave in.  "Alright...I'll be 
there," he grumbled.  "May I be excused now?"

	Kasumi smiled composedly at him.  "Of course, Ranma-kun," she smiled.  
"Nabiki, would you help me clean up?" she asked the middle sister, who made a 
face but nodded reluctant assent.  "Akane, Ranma's been waiting for you all day, 
making a pest out of himself...now that you're both here why don't you see what 
he wants?"  Akane grinned, and stuck out her tongue cheerfully at Nabiki, who 
gave her a rude gesture in return.  "Now Nabiki..." Kasumi said placidly as the 
two younger people quickly made their way back to Akane room.

	"So, how was she?" Akane demanded as soon as the door was closed, sitting 
down on her bed, Ranma taking his place in her chair, holding her head in her 
hands and looking at her lover with a big grin on her face.  "What did you do?"

	"Geez, don't I get any privacy?" Ranma groused as he looked down at the 
eager face of his fiancee...and made an sour face of his own when she shook her 
head emphatically.  "Well if you have to know..." he began, and then paused.  
"Er...actually, I dunno if I should say anything."

	Akane frowned.  "Why not?" she asked, a hint of impatience in her voice.  
"I thought that it was part of the deal...if we're going to be this open we have 
to tell each other about what we do, right?"  Ranma nodded...that wasn't exactly 
the problem.  "Well then, why can't you say anything?"

	Ranma paused again, and then, carefully, slowly, began.  "Well...it's just 
that she was....er...good," he said quickly, looking at Akane's face nervously.  
"Really, really good.  Really, really, REALLY..."

	Akane cut him off.  "I get the point," she said, sticking out her tongue, 
making Ranma shut up fearfully.  "Oh, don't look so worried," she said quickly, 
making a big smile to show that she wasn't upset.  "It's not like I don't know 
that already, or didn't expect it...she's got a lot more practice than I do.  
After all, we just started a few months ago...she's been doing it...well, since 
she a little bit older than us, I think," she said thoughtfully.  Seeing Ranma's 
look of surprise, she gave a shrug.  "I know, I wouldn't guess either if I 
didn't know her, but she's had a few boyfriends...and she's gone all the way 
with a couple of them."

	Ranma nodded slowly.  "Yeah...well...I could tell that," he admitted, 
slowly relaxing again as Akane explained about Kasumi's prior experience.  
"It...she only gave me a blow-job, but it...well, it was really good, like I 
said," he said lamely, feeling foolish with Akane's grinning face.  "It was 
just...so surprising, is all," he said, thinking back on his trip into the 
kitchen.  "She said I looked like I missed you, and offered to help...and then 
then next thing I know she's on her knees."

	Akane nodded.  "I figured something might happen today," she admitted with 
a smile.  "She didn't say anything specific, but she said something last night 
about 'doing her duty'."

	"Doing her duty?"

	"Yeah," Akane nodded.  "Kasumi's pretty traditional, you know."  Ranma 
smirked and nodded, Akane continued.  "So as part of that she thinks that part 
of all of her duties around her include keeping the men...er...happy," she 
finished with a sheepish little grin of her own.

	"So that's what it was..." Ranma sighed, feeling a little better that he 
better understood what was going on, but a little saddened nonetheless.  "Just 
duty..."

	Quickly, Akane shook her head.  "No, not just duty!" she said 
emphatically.  "Remember what I told you...both Kasumi and Nabiki are really 
fond of you, Ranma.  If it was just duty...well, there ARE other men in the 
house she could have turned to.  But she hasn't!" she added hastily as she saw 
Ranma turning a slight shade of green at the though of his father and Kasumi... 
fucking.  "She did it with you cause..." and here she paused slightly, "Well, 
cause she loves you too," she finished with a smile.  "She trusts you with her 
body and needs, just like I do."

	Men are too easy, Akane thought to herself as she watched Ranma swell up 
with pride when she said that.  All the easier cause it was true, she thought to 
herself, her own insides filled with a strange sort of happy warmth.  Despite 
what she had told Ranma the day they had made the list, she hadn't been at all 
sure of how she would react when the day Ranma went to another finally came.  
And now it was here, and all could feel was this happiness in her belly.  
Someone else had experienced what until now only she had known, she had shared 
what was hers with her sister, and she had made her sister happy.

	Ranma looked up in surprise as Akane suddenly stood up from the bed and 
walked over to him, bending down to give him a gentle, deep kiss on the lips, 
one which left him rather starry-eyed when it finished.  "Thank you so much for 
this afternoon, Ranma," she smiled at him as she sat down in his lap, straddling 
his waist with her legs.  "Thank you for validating my trust in you."

	"You're so weird, tomboy," Ranma smiled up at her as her put his arms 
about her waist and rested his head on her breasts.  "I would have expected you 
to kill me before all of this started."

	Akane laughed.  "That's very true," she smiled down at him, ruffling his 
hair lightly with her hands.  "Now, before you go to see Kasumi tonight...we 
have a few things to take care of," she winked at him, pulling his face gently 
off her her chest, and stripping her top off with one pull, revealing the naked 
breasts underneath.

	"Oh, I see," Ranma laughed, eyes crinkling in delight as his lover's 
breasts bounced into view, dark nipples already crinkled heavily with arousal.  
"Want to get some for yourself, do you?"

	Akane grinned.  "Well of course," she smiled, pulling Ranma down to kiss 
one of her nipples, making her sigh in pleasure.  "But you should know a few 
things about Kasumi too..." she added.

	"Like what sorts of things.." Ranma asked slowly, taking his time between 
the words to kiss and lap at the stiff points before him, changing sides in the 
middle of the sentence as Akane ground happily against his lap.  "Don't tell me 
she's even ecchier than you are?"

	Akane laughed and then gave a sharp gasp when he bit her nipple lightly.  
"At least as much as..." she moaned, clutching Ranma's head more tightly to her 
chest.  "The thing is...she's submissive...REALLY submissive," she added, 
moaning again as she felt Ranma's hand sliding her skirt up her bottom, 
revealing the lack of undergarments below as well as above.

	"More than you?" Ranma laughed, eyes glinting as his hands slid inwards, 
squeezing that soft bottom between fingers questing for a button deeper down 
inside.  When Akane nodded in return, eyes gleaming, Ranma's eyebrows raised in 
surprise.  "Howso then?"

	Akane smiled, her body undulating in long, slow waves as Ranma groped her 
bottom and sucked on her breasts, while she fumbled between the joining of their 
bodies to try to unfasten her trousers.  "She...ah...she doesn't need to be 
asked to do anything..." she said, slowly organizing her thoughts as Ranma's 
lips and hands sent delicious quivers through her body.  "If...if you want to do 
something with her...just do it," she continued.

	"But she came on to me today?" Ranma wondered, using his arms to lift 
Akane up a little bit, to help her undo his pants, to better let her wriggle 
them down and free his member, throbbing once again like it hadn't already been 
pleasured once in the day, aiming it upwards as Akane swiftly sat back down on 
him, spearing his sex into her wet folds.

	"Uuuuuuuunnnnh....fuck...I've been dripping all day," Akane moaned as 
Ranma's member filled her, and her undulations started again, this time with his 
cock wobbling inside of her.  "O...of course she did..." she panted, lifting her 
hips slowly up and down.  "Would you have made a move on her...?" she asked.  
When Ranma naturally shook his head no, she nodded in agreement.  "So of course 
she had...ah....had to make the first move."

	Ranma's fingers squeezed Akane's bottom as the lovers rocked back and 
forth on the little rolling chair Akane used for studying.  "So...what then?" he 
panted, feeling the incredible sensation of her pussy sliding up and down his 
penis.  "I should just push her down and fuck her when I feel the urge?"

	To his very great surprise, Akane nodded, and bend down to kiss his nose.  
"Precisely," she panted.  "She explained it to me one time, not long ago..." she
panted..."Oh yes...right there.." she groaned as Ranma's finger touched lightly 
against her anus and started gently to worm it's way in.  "Sh...she said her 
biggest fantasy...ooooh FUCK Ranma you're good at this...is the 'perfect 
wife'...to satisfy her man anyway he wants...sh...shit...that the more pleasure 
is taken from her body the more pleasure she gets..."

	Ranma marveled hearing this...even more marvelous in its own way that the 
fact that he was fucking his fiancee while she was telling him about her 
sister's turn-ons.  "So...uhhn...damn your pussy is tight...so that's why she 
came when she sucked me off...cause I grabbed her head and fucked it like 
that..." he panted.  "C..can you feel my finger in you?"

	"H...hard not to notice something up there.." Akane laughed breathlessly 
as his cock pushed into her pussy and his finger worked it's way up past the 
first knuckle into her backside.  "Y...yeah...that's how she comes best..she 
said.." she moaned.  "Use her Ranma...fuck her anyway, anyhow, anytime you like 
and she'll cream herself everytime...ohshit!!!" she suddenly jerked, her body 
stiffening up.  "Fuck!  Ranma!  I'm coming!" Akane moaned, before dissolving 
into a screaming mass atop of him, pussy and ass squeezing his member and finger 
hard.

	Panting along with her, Ranma nodded.  "R...right!  I...I'll remember 
that!" he groaned, feeling Akane's muscles tighten around his digit and sex, 
hearing her cries in his ears as she clutched him to her chest.  "I...I'm.... 
fuck...Akane...me too..." he groaned...just as he felt for the second time that 
day the hot rubbery spasms in his member, shooting his seed into Akane's belly, 
flooding her cunt with his manly juices, filling her up until he could feel 
their mingled juices squeezing out around his shaft as she settled limply down 
over him, both of them breathing sweatily.

	If the back of Akane's chair hadn't been digging into the middle of 
Ranma's back, he probably could have spent the whole night there, arms clutched 
tightly around Akane's waist, his penis slowly subsiding within the creamy walls 
of her sex, but not so quickly that he was in any danger of falling out soon.  
It was (aside from the unfortunate matter of the chair), extremely comfortable 
to be cuddling like this, completely naked, completely at ease with each other 
in a way that they had never thought possible...the sort of comfortableness that 
only the perfect trust in each other all of their adventures and mis-adventures 
together had brought them.  And for all of that, Ranma thought that he could put 
up with a little bit of akwardness with the back of a chair trying to break his 
spine in half.

	Nevertheless, he couldn't hold back a little groan of relief and something 
of a stretch when Akane finally unwrapped her arms and legs from about his body 
and extracted herself from the embrace, giving a regretful, but satisfied little 
smile when his shaft slid out of her body, a trickle of his cream dripping down 
her leg.  Akane let it go...she liked the feeling of being a little bit nasty 
like this, especially at a time like this..and she knew that Ranma enjoyed the 
sight of her body with his come on it.  Even now, his gaze slid from her eyes 
down between her legs, and followed that trickle down.  With a giggle, Akane 
clentched a group of muscles she'd only recently started focusing on in her 
'special training', and sent another stream of the white goo, mingled with her 
own clear juices, running down her leg.  "Well, that was fun," she laughed, 
stretching herself out just as happily as Ranma had.  "But you'd better get 
going," she smiled.

	"Going?"  Ranma looked back up at Akane's laughing face, completely 
clueless as he always was.  "Going where?  I ain't going to bed this early, and 
there's nothing on TV I'd rather watch than you."

	"Ara, such a charmer you are," Akane laughed teasingly, striking a pose.  
"But Kasumi's waiting for you to check up on you, isn't she?"

	Ranma blinked.  "Er?"  He blinked again as Akane gave him an exasperated 
look.  "You mean she was serious about that?"

	Akane nodded.  "You better believe she was," she said, turning her back on 
him and bending over to pick up her discarded clothes thoughtfully.  "So get 
dressed and get going...or just get going if you don't mind walking around 
naked," she chuckled, tossing her own clothes on the bed and heading to the 
closet.

	"Er....nah, I think I'll get dressed," Ranma said with a little bit of a 
laugh as he recovered his pants and shirt from the floor and started to put them 
on, while Akane got a bathtowel out of the closet.  "Taking a bath?"  Naturally, 
Akane nodded.

	"But since I'm not so much of a chicken as you are, I'll just go like 
this," she laughed at him, casually holding the towel at her side, but Ranma 
wasn't rising to this bait.  After all, he'd sent her through the house naked 
more than once, once even making the teen girl show her reddened backside to her 
family as proof of his punishment.  When Akane saw that it wasn't working, she 
just laughed.  "What, not good enough for you, Master?" she said teasingly.

	Ranma grinned.  "Nah, that's fine for now," he laughed, tying the last of 
the ties on his shirt closed.  "Maybe next time....hmmm, I dunno," he wondered, 
Thinking about some of the things he'd read in dirty comics with his friends.  
"Maybe make you crawl like a dog?" he suggested, holding the door open for his 
fiancee.

	Akane looked thoughtful at that suggestion as she went out ahead of him, 
naked hips sashaying unconsciously, more of his come dripping down her legs.  
"That would be fun," she said honestly, walking along the hallway with him 
towards Kasumi's room at the stairs.  "Or maybe with a sign, with stuff like '5 
yen for a fuck' or something like that?"

	"What if someone took you up on it?" Ranma teased, but when Akane just 
lifted an eyebrow and smiled, his smile got more serious, though no less broad.  
"Seriously?" Akane nodded.  "Even your father?"  Akane hesitated...and then 
nodded again, more of a blush spreading through her body.  "Even mine?"  A 
longer hesitation...and then another, slower nod, but...

	"Only if it'd turn you on though.." Akane said.  "I love you and would do 
anything for you, Ranma...but your father..."

	"Yeah, I know...I'd kick his ass if he tried," Ranma laughed.  "But your 
Dad is cool, I'd probably let him," he chuckled, and then bent and gave the very 
red Akane a kiss as he stopped by her sister's door.  "That's better...you look 
cute when you're embarrassed," he said.  Dodging the pouting, girlish swat Akane 
aimed at him, he pointed down the stairs.  "Go take your bath, tomboy...I'll see 
what Kasumi wants."  And with that, he stepped into the older girls room.

	What Kasumi wanted became clear as soon as he stepped into the door.  How 
long she had been like that, he didn't know, but judging from the wet spot on 
the sheet between her widely spread legs, it had probably been quite awhile... 
probably since she had come upstairs after dinner.  She was kneeling on her bed, 
backside pointing towards the door, looking at the wall to one side, face 
pressed against the sheets.  He skirt was hiked up around her back, her panties 
dangled from one ankle, giving a charming symmetry.  Her hands were reaching 
back, holding her backside apart widely, showing both her juicy, dripping cunt 
and her rosy asshole, slick with some sort of lubricant, both ready and waiting 
for his arrival.

	There was really nothing else to be done.  Ranma stripped off his shirt 
and trousers and shorts for the second time in less than two hours, and walked 
over to Kasumi, his erection already fully recovered at the sight and smell of 
the randy teen girl.  He had only to pick a hole to stick it in.

	Akane and Ranma had talked about anal, and had played about with his 
fingers (and hers, returning the favour one time) there, but they still had yet 
to actually do it...they always seemed to get distracted at the crucial times.  
Ranma made a mental note to change that, and quickly...so that he could take 
advantage of this luscious ass in front of him the next time it was presented... 
or, he thought, remembering Akane's earlier words, whenever he felt the urge.  
For now though, he would pick the pussy underneath, and slide his cock deeply 
into her.

	"Oooooh..Ranma-kun..." Kasumi moaned as his shaft speared through the 
slippery lips of her pussy and sank his full length into her.  Ever since she 
had sucked him off in the kitchen earlier, she'd been waiting for this moment, 
when she finally felt his cock slipping into her.  She hadn't even had to ask 
Akane for it..as soon as her younger sister had seen her face, and seen the 
dried cum still coating her cheeks and brow, she had suggested that Kasumi 
'invite' Ranma up to her room for the full treatment.  Naturally, Kasumi had 
agreed instantly.  After all, keeping the wife happy would be as important as 
keeping the man of the household happy....

	For his part, Ranma was taking his time enjoying his first even feel of a 
pussy that wasn't Akane's.  Kasumi was a bit plumper and fuller in the body than 
her younger sister, and her sex was also a little plumper and fuller, her labia 
sticking out with arousal around his shaft.  It looked a little more...well, 
circular, too, than Akane's slit.  Kasumi also hadn't shaved her sex like his 
fiancee...and the light brown hairs that framed the dripping lips his sex was 
sticking into mingled with his own black hairs as his balls swung gently back 
and forth as he moved slowly, taking his time to fully experience this new cunt.

	But that didn't last too long...Kasumi's breathy, wordless exhortations 
egging the boy on.  His hands came to rest on her hips, just above where her own 
hands were still holding her nether cheeks spread widely apart, holding herself 
in this submissive, offering pose until her man was finished with her.  His 
fingers clutched the rolls of the fleshy ass tightly, digging in, eliciting 
another cry of pleasure from the girl...his hips started to slide and rock too 
and fro more quickly, soft little slapping sounds coming now as his hips slapped 
into hers.

	Four hands started digging little grooves into the upturned asscheeks of 
the housegirl as Ranma's fucking increased.  Kasumi was in heaven...her 
boyfriends had never dominated her like this...she had never let them.  On her 
own, away form her family, away from her household, Kasumi wanted to be the one 
in charge, making sure that her lover spent the energy to pleasure her equally 
to her giving pleasure to him...a pleasant dynamic of sharing, she thought.  But 
within the home, within her family...she knew what she wanted.  As Akane had 
said, she wanted nothing more than to be the perfect wife...almost doll-like in 
her submission.  Her man should not worry about such minor details as pleasuring 
his wife.  He should only use her for his enjoyment and entertainment.  And the 
perfect wife should gain the utmost joy from that use....

	"Oh, Ranma!!!" Kasumi cried into the pillow as she felt the boy's cock 
churning away at her cunt, pounding her juices into a creamy froth that spilled 
out over the joining of their hips and dripped onto the covers, soaking them 
with her scent.  "Oh, Master!!" she moaned, unconsciously giving in to her 
sister's husband-to-be, taking him as the head of her household for as long as 
he was under her care, the rush of completeness flooding through her body, 
swelling her breasts, making her nipples prickle out and throb deliciously, 
sending delicious spasms through her sex...his sex.  "Oh, MASTER!!!" she 
screamed out again, nails digging red grooves into her own buttocks as she 
exploded, again and again, in pleasure.

	Ranma was enjoying himself too much to be stunned at the sounds, sights, 
and sensations of Kasumi orgasming repeatedly around his cock as he slammed it 
into her pussy with long, hard strokes.  The more her fucked, the more she 
came...it was nothing he'd ever seen before.  Akane came harder, he compared to 
himself in a distant corner of his mind, but never had she come for this long, 
never had the vibe of submission come through so clearly.  It couldn't be more 
readily obvious to the boy if she had a direct link to his mind...Kasumi was his 
entirely for as long as he was here.

	Power, as has been noted before, is the ultimate aphrodisiac.  Ranma 
already knew that from experience, having a rather horny and rather submissive 
fiancee at his disposal for several months...one whose limits seemed to be non-
existant, one whose dark desires he hadn't even probed the surface of.  But now, 
to have Kasumi, sweet, kind, loving and caring Kasumi completely at the mercy of 
his cock, a slave to his sexual organ...this was pretty satisfying in and of 
it's own right.  And there was only one good way to consummate the affair.

	With a roar, Ranma dug his nails deeply into Kasumi's ass, almost matching 
her own desperate clutches to keep her holes open to him.  Slamming his cock 
deeply into her, grinding his hips against her ass, he pressed his length as 
deep into her body as he could possibly get it, feeling like he was straining at 
her womb even.  Kasumi, breathlessly, desperately, pushed back at him, knowing 
what was coming, feeling the swelling, hearing the roar...and then with a hot 
rush, feeling Ranma's come squirting into her belly, making her his, claiming 
the Kasumi-slut for his own.

	Almost an hour later, Kasumi extricated herself from his embrace on her 
bed and sent him on his way back to his room.  She had pronounced him fit to 
return to school tomorrow, that his condition was just fine.  She had accepted 
his chaste kiss on the lips gracefully and gratefully, smiling with a soft 
little sigh as he closed the door behind her and leg her dress in peace.  The 
new man of the house was satisfied, and, judging from the cries she had heard 
from the neighbouring rooms, the women of the house were equally happy with the 
arrangements that had been made today.  Sliding a fresh pair of silken panties 
up her legs to cup her pussy, reddened, sore sex, the housegirl nodded to 
herself in satisfaction.  It had been a good day, but....

	"A house like this means a girl like me can never rest."

(From the author:  Is it too much?  I can never tell...feedback appreciated!
mizunuma_gaijin@yahoo.co.jp)