Akane's Challenge

But first, a hearty meal to provide the energy needed for a long, and many times hard night. The thought of spending the night (nights?!) with Soun lessened Genma’s appetite. This allowed Ranma to steal more than the usual amount of food from his pop while hardly losing any of his own. And then there what Nabiki was sharing. This all pleased Ranma. Until he thought of him being fattened up for the long, and many times hard night approaching. That’s when he started paying more attention to Akane.

Akane tried not to let how upset she was show. Which meant, it was pretty obvious. Between stares down at her plate, she would take looks up across the table. Her traitorous sister was now being quite open about the hots she had for the Pervert (who, no doubt, was reveling in it). While one fed her face or his, her sister's other hand wandered over his physique, and getting under his clothes and getting as much body contact as she could without stripping him.

“Oh, my!” Akane heard Kasumi softly cry. “Nabiki must have read that book Dr. Tofu lent me.”

Hearing the blush in her oldest sister’s voice, Akane tried to understand. Acupressure? More? Shiatsu techniques? They seemed more...crude, more vulgar, more perverted in their targets? And why all the rubbing? Why blow on him?! If he were Dr. Tofu, his glasses would be steamed up! (Ooh, why was she thinking about her old crush at a time like this?)

“I shall clean up the kitchen, now,” Kasumi said, a little wobbly in the knees as she stood.

“Yes. Uh, I need to go to the toilet,” Soun said.

Genma just sat there with his arms crossed, determined to tough it out. “Erogenous zones,” he grunted.

“Enough, Already!!” Akane yelled, bringing her fist down. It would’ve been enough to break the table in half if she could’ve been less distracted.

“We don’t have a room to take it to, yet,” Nabiki said looking at Genma.

He did an imitation of a panda growl and went to get his things from the guest room. “They’d better produce an heir,” he muttered.

Ranma had a lifetime of enuring himself to pain. To pleasure, it was a different story. Up until now, food had been his chief one. He didn’t know if he liked the pleasures that were dawning in his body now. The martial artist felt like he could lose control of his body to them. That would make them, like illnesses, adversaries.

But he sighed. Honor would not let him shirk his duty. It wasn’t like Nabiki was given any control of her body. Because of him bringing a ditzy, blonde genie to her, Nabiki Tendo was a hopeless sex **** slut. Er, no, make that a horny fiancee. That had at least the sound of some dignity. Even if she remained a slut. So, he rose for the occasion.

She didn’t. He asked, “Are you coming??”

“Yes!!” her pussy gushed. Her stud fiance was being masterly to her! It had certainly taken long enough to get him this far. How long before she was reduced to a little, perfect and servile, sex ****? Her old, manipulative self didn’t want to know, since she couldn’t fight it. But that part of her would indulge in her habitual attitudes as long as she was allowed; she really had **** in that, either. They were going by the momentum her life had given them. Only her master’s free will could step on the breaks.

“I won’t LET you!!” Akane rose to challenge them.

“A,Akane…” Ranma tried to calm her down. How, he wasn’t sure, but he felt he had to try. He still cared for, uh...about what his former Tendo fiancee thought of him.

“So, you’re ready to join us and become just as perverted as we’re going to be?” Nabiki challenged her little sister back.

“What??” Akane was thrown off balance.

“Ranma’s going to call me his sex **** slut, and I’m going to call him Master…” She picked up a glass, “...or Mistress,” she said when the water splashed him into the her.

Akane stumbled backward. Her professed hatred for boys had fed rumors that she was, in fact, a lesbian. That she was often seen with the cutest, most buxom redhead around did nothing to quell the rumors. And, truth to tell, Akane wasn’t even sure if she was or wasn’t. She seemed a very late bloomer.

“Master, your sex **** is ready to do any slutty thing you wish!” Nabiki said with all spell-borne sincerity.

“Akane-” But the girl-Ranma’s hand became trapped between Nabiki’s thighs. Her ****'s unfastened and unzipped slacks sloughed all the more away from her panties. They were damp with her juices.

Akane screamed and fled crying.