The new reality

Kasumi was having so much fun, it was always nice to be included in all the fun little games Ranma and Akane played with all of their friends. She shuffled along, collecting the laundry strewn about the floor from the other occupants of the Tendo home. Carrying a separate basket to collect her sister's “other” wastes as well. Humming to herself and grabbing a bucket of cleaning supplies and freshwater, not as hot as she wanted thanks to her younger sister's extended visits to the furo after her morning jogs.

Heading to the supply closet, She kicked aside some of Nabiki's leftovers. She’d collect them later after checking up on Nabiki. Her sister was probably in need of a fresh refill, and maybe a few towels at this time of day.

Knocking on her door elicited no response. Kasumi turned the door knob, and as soon as she opened it a crack her senses were assaulted by Nabiki’s familiar musk. Kasumi paid no mind to the dripping globs of seed hanging from the ceiling or her desk and floor. Thanking her father for replacing the carpeted flooring with a much easier cleanable laminated surface for Nabiki's room, the stains from before were unbearable to deal with. Her sister's loads were thicker than most (according to what Dr. Tofu had said at least), almost like heavy molasses. Trying to extract it from carpets was nearly impossible without ripping off the floor itself, and the walls. Renovating Nabiki's room after puberty was a top priority when she had come of age to start getting those urges.

Sidestepping the random puddle coalescing on the floor, she set her bucket and supplies down and got to work extracting her comatose sister from her soiled clothing. Slipping on her rubber gloves, and shimmying her bloated hips from her shorts. She threw them in a plastic bag, followed by her comforter, sheets and pillow cases. Her sister never bothered wearing panties to bed, so at least she never had to worry about her underwear being clean or snapped into pieces like they sometimes were. She rarely ever wore them anyway, always “free-balling” it as she would say.

Collecting all the clothes and fabric had made her job so much easier, the mattress was covered in an easily washable plastic lining so it could be hosed down later. Nabiki was still snoring away, no doubt having a racy dream. Doing her best to wipe down her sister's nude body without disturbing her too much. And being gentle enough to not cause her any discomfort with the sponges and rags.

“Oh my!” She gasped, slowly watching her sister's prodigious penis begin to rise. Kasumi couldn’t help but stare in morbid curiosity, color rising to her cheeks at watching the spectacle. It was as wide as her arm, and the head was nearly as big as her fist and seemed to get bigger as it grew. Kasumi smiled and giggled lightly, her sister was incorougable. Doing her best to avoid the towering obstacle, and even less to arouse it further she kept at her task to wash her sister of her emissions.

By the time she had finished her body, the only parts left were the pooling warm strands dripping off her cantaloupe sized balls. She could feel her sister's heartbeat and warmth as she lifted them with both palms. Washing her scrotum was always a task, especially since they were so large and heavy. Nabiki's cock twitched in response to her ministrations, Kasumi eying it cautiously. The last thing she needed was setting it off, lest the both soak in the furo together for a while. Trying to remove Nabiki's cum from her hair was a chore she’d rather not spend her entire day doing.

Taking off her soiled gloves she wiped the sweat from her brow, content that she had completely wiped down her sister. Her cock was now fully erect, extending a good sixteen inches above her body with a slight curve to it. Tossing the dirty rags into a separate bag she got the work of cleaning the rest of her room.

Kasumi heard the thundering footsteps of Akane and Ranma continuing their antics through the house as she did, humming to herself. Picking up a discarded empty box of Nabiki’s favorite brand of condoms and depositing it into a trash bag, and replacing it with the supply they had from the hallway closet.

She did wish her sister was more considerate, she would deposit her used condoms tied off like a warm water balloon nearly every corner of the house. Kicked under chairs, behind the potted plants, on top of the fridge, in the vegetable crisper, in the back of the cabinets, under her bed, her sisters bed, under Ranma’s pillow, inside Ranma’s pillow, in his sleeping bag, in his closet, in his backpack, in his clothes drawer...she tapped her chin in thought. Did she have something against Ranma? She always seemed to follow him around and leave freshly churned warm “gifts” wherever he went. Kasumi waved it off, it was kind of cute in a way.

She did relate after all with her sister's enhanced productivity, Nabiki was just blessed in a much more unique way than her own. She adjusted the cups of her overstuffed maternity bra, the Tendos seemed to be afflicted with unique hormonal issues according to the studies Dr. Tofu had done. Dr. Tofu was scheduled for her excess cream donation any minute now, and ramped up her efforts to have enough time to freshen up before the handsome doctor arrived.