You Might Be a Kuno If...

Kodachi moaned softly, her fingers lightly rubbing the inside of her thigh with the soft material of her gymnastics ribbon. It just wasn't fair! She tried so hard to get Ranma, really, she did, and the other girls.. well, they were doing better than her.

Kodachi put on a really great act. The others thought that she was completely insensible to Ranma's general dislike of her. That wasn't true in the least, actually. Kodachi understood that Ranma's hair practically stood on end every time that she came within laughing distance. She kind of liked it that way, truth be known. All of her life, Kodachi had been in love with a boy, a boy so close to her that no one could ever have known it. It hurt more than anything that the boy was in love with someone else, so she did the thing that she knew would punish him more than anything else she could do -- she pretended to be in love with Ranma, his mortal enemy.

Kodachi knew that it wasn't normal to be in love with her own brother. No one else was, and history had a lot to say about such couplings. Even modern day fiction had such tales running around in different genres -- take V.C. Andrews, for instance. It really wasn't that Kodachi was insane. Such joinings had a tendency to happen in their family, for centuries back. If anything, her condition was.. inherited. It didn't help any that their father was completely nuts and their mother was long dead. Tachi had been there for Kodachi in every capacity for as long as she could remember. He was the one who held her together when she cried in the night, when she was afraid, when she thought that her sanity was truly going to fly out the window.

So Kodachi kept herself happy in the only ways she knew how -- breeding new forms of plant life, working on new chemical equations, and fantasizing about how life would be if she could have exactly what she wanted. Kodachi led a rich fantasy life. In her mind, Kuno made love to her every night, and their children were perfect little imitations of them, little girls who tenderly cultivated roses, little boys who could quote anything from Shakespeare to the Tale of Genji without ever having to look at a book. Life was perfect in her fantasies..

Which was what Kodachi was doing now. As she lay on the bed, her hands lightly trailed over her lithe gymnast's body, her skin shivering in response as she lightly rubbed the palm of her hand against the damp material between her thighs. That always brought an automatic response, and she'd been thinking about Kuno all day long, wanting his hands on her, his fingers inside of her. She tugged the top of her leotard down, fingers trailing across the soft skin of her shoulders, lightly rubbing as tension seeped out of her. She sighed quietly, hands rubbing her body from the tops of her thighs to her shoulders, slowly stripping away her leotard and revealing herself to the cool air flowing through the room. Each movement was ecstasy as her fantasy kicked in, Kuno's firm hands caressing across the supple musculature of her body, his tongue (limber from the pronunciation of some of those really extraordinary words that he used!) deft in its handling of her flesh. She cooed softly as she imagined his tongue lightly caressing across the wet lips of her hidden niche, teasing the wet little grotto with promises of pleasure. Her fingers lightly skidded across her damp flesh, one hand caressing across her stomach and breasts, the other rubbing down between her thighs, the heel of her palm pressing against the core of her rapture, her fingers teasing her entrance with light, stroking motions. In her mind, Kuno rose over her, his muscles defined in the velvet light flowing around them, carefully aiming for her core. She cried out, fingers plunging inside as Kuno took her with the forcefulness of a man, his hands holding her hips close, at the perfect angle for him to bring her to fulfillment.

"Na... NANI?? KODACHI!!! What dost thou think thou art DOING???!!!??"

Kodachi jerked from her fantasy, tugging her wet fingers away guiltily, there on the edge, her lips trembling, tears glistening on the ends of her dark lashes as Kuno began to lecture her, threatening to spank her if she continued in her wayward behavior. He stopped as she began to sob in misery and shame, her shoulders heaving, and came forward to gently cradle her against his chest.

"Shh.. shh, it was not my intention to make thou weep, Ko-chan, it is simply.. objectionable to see such actions, to see thee think of that foul lout Saotome in that manner.." Poor Tatewaki sounded so miserable, as if he couldn't quite decide what to do. He continued, "Particularly when Tendo Akane-san and the pig-tailed goddess also find the idea of pleasure in that ruffian's arms so tantalizing." He sighed.

Kodachi looked up at her brother with wide eyes, suddenly realizing her naked status and her position in his lap. Tatewaki was concentrating so very hard that he hadn't even perceived what was going on just yet. She pressed lightly against him, drenched from her previous activities, shivering in his lap, verging on a spectacular emotional outburst. Kodachi lightly wrapped her arms around his neck, sniffling one last time as she began to delicately spread soft kisses along his throat, whimpering. Oh, this was so much like her fantasies, it felt so wonderful to feel those strong arms wrapped around her!!

Tatewaki's spine stiffened, his eyes widening as he felt the kisses. He responded helplessly, feeling those kisses run straight thought his body to his manhood. He swallowed before whispering heavily, "WHAT are you doing, Kodachi?"

His stern voice broke through the haze of her fantasy, making her mouth tremble at the sound of his displeasure. "I but thought to bring you pleasure, brother dear. Surely you can see that I, a Kuno like unto yourself, would make a better mate for you than those sluts, Tendo Akane and the osage no onna!"

Kodachi found herself roughly dropped onto the floor, feeling the bruise already as she hit her shoulder on the foot of her bed. Tatewaki's hands rested on his hips, a furious frown bending its way across his face. He reached down and lifted her up by one arm, the anger in his voice obvious. "Ah, thou thinkest that I, Kuno Tatewaki, am the same sort of perverted, misbegotten heathen as Saotome, dost thou, sister? Think thou again, for I shall not be party to thy lascivious diversions." With that, he lightly smacked his hand against her thigh twice, his expression becoming even more foreboding.[1]

Kodachi's lips quavered, the tears trembling on the black fringe of her lashes, her hands coming up to lightly press against her mouth. She couldn't bear to see her Tachi angry with her like this, she should have known better than to try to do this with him. He was so very proper, so very rigid in his codes of behavior, so very honorable towards her, his sister. She sobbed out, "I'm sorry, Tate-kun, please forgive me!", unable to think of anything better to say.

Kuno's stern face did not unbend. "We shall see, sister. If thou dost persist in thy unnatural affection, thou shall force my hand in treating you accordingly." With that, he spun on his heel and left the room.

Kodachi buried her face in her pillows and wept.