Story: Pride and Joy

 

 How much denial was Soun Tendo in? A lot. As in, a lot, lot. As in, even Egypt doesn't have this much denial. Right now, he was sitting opposite his good friend Genma Saotome, playing shogi. Or rather, cheating at shogi. Cheating hard.

"I'm so glad that my daughters are getting on with your son," Soun said. "It brings me such joy, knowing that the future of our school is secure!"

Meanwhile, Genma was giving him a hard thousand yard stare, and a distinctive regular pom - pomp - pom sound could be heard reverberating through the house.

"My only concern is how shy they are," Soun continued. "Ranma and Akane are obviously interested in one another ,but they've never once even held hands."

Genma let out a weary sigh. Seeing his friend like this was so disheartening. It was extremely obvious what was going on, and he was doing everything he could to ignore it. Pretend it wasn't happening. Living in a fantasy land, when in truth he should be celebrating the fact that, inevitably, the two of them would have a grandchild to play with in the next year, without question.

"Ooh, that's the stuff Ranma-baby! Fuck me the way you know I like it!"

"Nabiki, language!" Soun called up towards the ceiling, off towards the bedrooms. "Honestly, that girl has such a foul mouth about her. Ah, I wonder what sort of dirty trick she's roped your son into this time..."

There might actually be ropes involved. It wasn't hard to imagine Nabiki employing ropes to tie his son up. Or encouraging him to tie her up. That was a nicer image for him to conjure, Nabiki wearing nothing but a cerfully tied series of ropes...

No, no! Bad panda, bad! Do not think of your friend's middle daughter in such a -

"Hey, Kasumi! Wait your -"

"Ohhhh, Ranma! Please, don't hold back, I'm not as delicate as you might think."

Grk! Now his eldest was in there too! On the one hand, Genma felt a mild compulsion to give his son a high five. All three of Tendo's daughters were a clear treat for the eyes, any man that landed one of them could be considered quite fortunate. For his son to have such a relationship with all three, and another three equally beautiful women - it made him proud, envious and a little annoyed all at the same time.

"Ah, do you hear that Saotome?" Soun said with a twinkle in his eye. "Now your son is helping my eldest with some exercises! Ohoho, I'm sure he'll be an expert trainer when he takes over the dojo! If he's half as good at teaching as he is at learning martial arts, people will come from miles around."

"Cumming, cumming, cumming!"

"Yes, Kasumi dearest, coming from miles around! Hahahaha! The dojo's future is secure!"

It brought a tear to his eye to see his dear friend in such a condition, it really truly did. His mind simply could not accept the fact that Ranma was probably bending Kasumi over a bed at this very moment and railing her from behind. Her naked housewife body -

...

He really should stop that line of thought. It would not be healthy for him to fantasise about his son's sex life. His son's extremely healthy sex life...

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Kasumi knew that what she was doing was taboo. She was lying on her little sister's bed, spreading her legs for that sister's fiance. While their other sister watched. Annoyed at the interruption.

Well, sorry Nabiki but the need burning in her loins was too much to ignore! Please forgive her for being selfish, just this once? Please!

She needed this. She craved this. This feeling of fullness. Shampoo had helped allay it a bit earlier on, but there was no replacement for it. In exchange for this she would allow Ranma's hands to touch anywhere they wanted. While the boy was having trouble looking her in the eyes, his hips were certainly doing plenty of talking for him. His rough hands trailed her body as if she might break from the contact, as if he might grab her so hard that she'd shatter like glass.

She wanted to beg him to go faster. To tell him that she could take it. But now that his penis was thrusting inside her like this, she wasn't sure she was coming out coherent or intelligibly.

Oh, was this her life now? An inescapable cycle of burning with need, and then being left senseless when the void was filled with this big meaty dick? Her sympathetic nature pinged then: Ranma must feel such a sentiment, but worse. If it's true that he must regularly be with a woman lest his balls swell and ache, then it must surely be that much worse for him. Such a shame, so terrible for him!

"Right, that's enough watching! I want in on this now!"

Huh? Oh, what was this? Nabiki was climbing on top of her. Kneeling on either side of Kasumi's head with her pussy exposed. Dripping and moist and... and strangely delicious seeming all of a sudden. It was also quite taboo but surely - surely one little lick wouldn't hurt? Just one little lick to see if it was as tasty as it seemed...?

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That had helped take the edge off, but Akane was still steaming about Kasumi. The dichotomy was eating away at her like a swarm of locusts, nibbling and consuming a little at a time, but so quickly and so ferociously that it would quickly leave nothing behind.

She looked up to Kasumi. Really, she did. An ideal of femininity. She had trouble with that, you see. Her loose grip on her emotional state, her liking of boyish things, her difficulty with typically feminine things... She'd always hoped that by emulating Kasumi she could overcome that.

Then along comes Ranma and upends the cart. Upends her heart too while he is at it. She was so confused about that boy/girl! Her new best friend, her fiance, her tormentor, and now her lover/stress relief. Urgh! What was she meant to do here, exactly? Now that Ranma had gotten himself a taste of Kasumi Tendo - the number one most eligible bachelorette in Furinkan - how would he ever look at hre? How could he ever be satisfied with her? What could she possibly offer that measured up to -

"Pardon me," an unfamiliar voice said. "You are... Akane Tendo, are you not?"

Akane slowed to a stop. Killing intent. It was pretty intense as well. How unlucky for them. She wasn't in the mood to deal with martial arts bullshit right now. She whirled around and found herself staring at a boy in a hooded cloak, who in turn was peering back at her with eyes that she could only describe as... evil. No, piercing was another good word to use there.

"Who wants to know?" she demanded.

"Hrmph." The boy reached into his sleeve and pulled out a pair of pantyhose. Wielding them menacingly at her. That was kind of surreal, but she'd seen enough martial arts styles to know not to underestimate someone just because they used a weird weapon. "Why don't you come along quietly? You're going to be bait for my real target."

Right, was that so? Well, he was going to learn that she wasn't a pushover! Akane was immediately in her battle stance, right as it started to rain, and the boy laughed menacingly as -

"Oh, that's bad," Akane said as that boy became a monster right before her eyes. "That's very, very bad..."

All of a sudden Kasumi didn't seem like quite as big of an issue as before. Certainly not in comparison to this!