Story: Pride and Joy

  In a move most unlike her, Kasumi awoke fitfully the next morning. Had yesterday been a dream? Stumbling upon all those girls, her sisters included, engaged in an orgy with Ranma, and then, upon seeing that penis... that big, throbbing penis... she'd stumbled in as well, and joined in. Allowed Ranma to use her body for the sake of slaking his lusts, leaving her in turn feeling heady and full and more satisfied than she could remember feeling in her entire life...

It had to be a dream. No penis could be that big, and the sex had been literally unreal. Surely it was a result of her recent dates with Ranma. That had to be it. She couldn't accept that it was real, otherwise... Otherwise...


She needed to have sex. If it was real, then she would have to go to Ranma nad have sex wit him right now.  She opened up the hidden lockbox under her bed, where her vibrators were located. They seemed so pathetic and useless at the moment. Her imagination having ruined them for her.

“It had to be a dream.” Kasumi said to herself, “A silly ‘what-if’ when I saw that Ranma was a nice and respectable young man with a giant pe- He does not have a giant penis.”

It was fine. It was fine. Deep breath. Put that silly dream behind you. Then go about your morning as usual with a smile on your face. Ah. Start by waking up Akane so she can go on her morning jog. She always likes to be up bright and early. Save Nabiki until later, she likes a bit of a lie in.

"Akane, it's morning!" Kasumi called into Akane's room. No answer. Oh, maybe she hadn't heard? She knocked again. "Akane?" Oh dear. Kasumi went to open the door to make sure she was alright. You never know, it's entirely possible something ridiculous and martial arts oriented had happened.

Then she heard a strange sound on the other side of the door right before opening. A moan of some sort? Was Akane not feeling well? Oh dear. Kasumi opened the door wide, and then shut it just as quickly. Surely not. That was also a figment of her imagination. It had to be. And she would prove it by opening the door again. Peek inside, and confirm for herself.

Alas, reality insisted on being utterly bizarre. For inside that room, she saw her two younger sisters sitting on Akane's bed engaged in a quite healthy embrace. Or unhealthy, depending on your intentions.

Kasumi hurriedly entered the room, making sure to shut the door lest anyone see this shameful sight. "Akane! Nabiki! What are you doing?!" she whisper-yelled, hurriedly separating the two of them.

"Oh, morning sis," Akane said, as if nothing at all was wrong. "Is something the matter?"

"Is something the -" Kasumi repeated in true disbelief. "Oh my! Nabiki, you've not put Akane up to a strange joke, have you?"

"No, not really," Nabiki said. She sounded a little confused. She reached out to caress Kasumi's shoulder, and of course Kasumi winced away. "What's wrong? I mean, the three of us are already sharing Ranma. Why not share each other as well?

"You're sisters! You shouldn't be doing this sort of thing!"

The two of them stared at her blankly, as if not comprehending what she was saying.

“And sharing Ranma what is that ab...ou...tt…” Kasumi trailed off as the horrifying realization hit her. “That wasn't a dream.”

"Oh, I imagine you'll be dreaming about that over the coming years," Nabiki quipped. "I sure have."

Her logic was unassailable. Kasumi quietly stood up, her feet carrying her off towards an unknown destination. It took her a moment to realise what was happening. Ah, yes. She had been in denial since waking up that the incredible experience she'd had been <i>fucked</i> by... No, <i>fucking</i> Ranma had been, and so her body had been... disappointed, but resigned to reality.

Now that she had realised that it was reality, her body was seeking out that experience yet again. On autopilot. Leaving behind her sisters to resume their incestuous coupling. Absently, she thought that she should do something about that, but... First things first. Find Ranma. She had to find Ranma.

It didn't take long. She found him wandering casually into the bathroom. Kasumi wet her lips and smoothed her hands around her hips, memories - vivid, intense, real - hit her one after the other. Being penetrated by that weapon in his boxers, his lean yet mighty frame towering over her while she grabbed onto him in an attempt to bring him closer. Not that she needed to, because he was so... accommodating, and his penis was so large it should not have fit inside her and yet it did and  -

"Ah, Kasumi, there you are," her father said. Right as her hand fell upon the handle. "I'm afraid Ranma beat you to it. No need to worry, I prepared the bath earlier."

"Y-You did?" Kasumi asked.

"Of course! Haha, it's not fair to ask you to do <i>everything</i> around the house now, is it?" her father laughed, unknowing of the torment that she was being put through.A̸̰̦̱͝ṅ̶̢̠̱͖́ḑ̴̯̋̈́͌̏ ̴͙͖̄̈́ḥ̵̩̀͘ę̸̬͕̣̈́ ̶̟̄̆̒č̵̪̠̰̑o̴͚̅ŭ̵͈̟̱̦l̶͈̗̯̘̈̈́̉d̶̝͕̜̃̃̅ ̵̛͖̣̉̒͒ͅn̵͚̽͊͊ȩ̷̠̩͉̂̈v̷̥̙̪̺́̎̿̈́ë̶̺̳́̇̀r̶͇̫̤̊̓͋̒ ̴̮̼̦͛͜k̵͈̔̿̏̒ǹ̶̨̻̘̣̕ö̴̫̭̳̮́̽̓ẃ̵̫͍̘́̒̒.̶̬̈́͋.̶̞̮̯̭̲̤̲̒͆̀̀̎̇ "I woke up a little early this morning and had a little time to kill. It's the very least I could do."

No, the least he could have done was nothing. Let her enter that bathroom. Let her experience that bliss from last night once again.Let her fill this aching need she had inside of her that was absolutely desperately in need of attention.

However, there was nothing else for it. Kasumi silently retreated from the bathroom, resolving that before Ranma left for school he would, without fail, plough her like a field.

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So, normally this is where you would see something like 'a few minutes after Kasumi left', and then we'd pick up with Akane and Nabiki as they talked about stuff. However... that would mean we'd be missing out on a scene where these two were being naughty with each other.

As this would be a crime against porn, let's dwell on that for a little bit before we get to the conversation, shall we? Naturally, Akane was the one on top. Not that Nabiki wouldn't normally be on top for most anyone else, but it's kind of hard to argue when there's this much of a strength difference. Still, that didn't stop Nabiki from pinning Akane's legs in between her thighs and gently, oh so gently, rubbing her feet up the back of Akane's legs.

All the while Akane's hands were on Nabiki's shoulders and Nabiki's hands were around the back of Akane's head. All the better for the two of them to really lean into the kiss. They were going at each other so deep for this mutual kiss you'd swear they were trying to dive to the bottom of the mariana trench.

The way they were pressing their bodies up against each other did help to highlight the differences in their build. Nabiki taller, Akane a little thicker around the sides. Once again - that's not fat, it's muscle. Which is heavier than fat, most of the time. But that's not the point. You have a slender physique being pinned down by a girlish athlete.

And now, we are a few minutes after Kasumi left the room, with the two of them letting out one last mutual whimper into the other's mouth before separating, though neither was in a hurry to do so.

"Something wrong?" Nabiki asked, as if there wasn't something wrong with what they'd just been doing. Do note that the tone that Nabiki was using wasn't the tone of someone who actually cared much if there was something wrong. It was more like 'show me your underbelly, go on, I dare you'.

"You reached out for Kasumi before, right?" Akane asked. "Bet you wanted to make out with her, right?"

"What, make out with the number one babe in Furinkan? Yeah, damned skippy I wanted to," Nabiki said without a hint of remorse or empathy or even hesitation about the fact she just said she wanted to make out with her older sister. Neither of them even blinked at that idea. It was either make out with your hot sister or go insane from the lust build up.

Akane, on the other hand, had a bit of a dark aura about her. It wasn't hard to figure out why, as well. Her longtime crush had been Doctor Tofu. And he had only ever had eyes for Kasumi. So, Akane had tried to be a little more like Kasumi to get his attention... and failed. She'd been comparing herself to Kasumi for years now.

And, now that she'd found another boy who seemed to like her, this whole mess had kicked off with the other girls... and Kasumi was involved now too. Akane couldn't help it. Was she as good in bed as Kasumi? Would Ranma want to bang her, or Kasumi, if given the choice? What about the other girls?

That's the trouble with hero worship, especially when you start to compete with that hero for something you want. If you don't measure up, you tread upon the path of insecurity. Was it any wonder that Ranma's insults always got to her the way they did? Of course they did, she'd been worried about how feminine and girly she was for years.

Especially when the only boys that had been interested in her up until Ranma came along were a bunch of perverted idiots.

...

Akane gripped the edge of her bedsheets, turned back towards Nabiki with a furrowed brow, and decided that she would - without fail - prove herself. She was going to prove to Nabiki, to Ranma, and to the other girls. Even if she had to tongue her into unconsciousness first!

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Right. So breakfast was finished. Kasumi's loins had waited long enough now. Watching Ranma and his father bicker and fight over the food was even more tiresome than usual today. If Kasumi was being honest she could feel her last nerve being danced upon. Ranma was going to do a bit of last minute training in the training hall before heading off to school. Akane and Nabiki were off preparing to leave as well. Their fathers were already playing shogi.

It was time. The perfect chance. Kasumi slipped off towards the training hall, and each step felt like a pounding heartbeat. She knew she shouldn't want this so badly, but... but she couldn't help herself. Ever since that realisation that it hadn't been a dream, she'd been thinking about it more and more and more, the images of that cock pounding into her mind as hard and deep as it had pounded her pussy yesterday.

It shouldn't take much to entice a reaction out of Ranma. It shouldn't be too hard for her to -

"Oh, really?" Kasumi whined, quite uncharacteristically, as she beheld the sight of Ranma piledriving his dick into Kodachi Kuno of all fucking people, his hands grabbing her thighs as he carried her around the training hall, taking big lunging steps while lifting and lowering her with his ridiculous strength. "Nooo... I want thaaaaat..."

Alas, she couldn't have that. At least, not until Kodachi had finished her turn.