Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Legacy ❯ Chapter 61

“I told you, it isn't like that!” insisted Shinobu. Aki waved her hand.

 

“It's fine, Shinobu,” her friend replied. The two were sitting at her desk in her room, after a very interesting dinner with the residents. “If you say it was nothing, I believe you!” she added.

 

“It's true,” Naru seconded her young housemate, “it wasn't what you thought it was.”

 

“Sure, anything you say,” Aki replied. “It's not my concern you who make out with, after all.”

 

“We weren't making out…” began Naru, only to pause. “Ok, we were, but it wasn't like you thought,” she admitted.

 

“You always talked about Keitaro, but I guess you've given up on him,” Aki observed. “Or is it that you've discovered that you swing the other way?” she wondered.

 

“I…I don't!” squeaked Shinobu.

 

“Hey, it's fine with me if you do,” Aki said, making calming gestures with her hands. “I mean, after that whole `first kiss' thing…” Shinobu blushed a little.

 

“I haven't given up Keitaro,” Shinobu managed. Her hands absently grasped each other.

 

“Don't you mean `given up on Keitaro'?” wondered Aki, studying her friend.

 

“Um, yeah, sure,” Shinobu said, glancing at Naru.

 

“So anyway,” Naru cut in forcefully, “what kind of studying did you need help with?” she asked Aki. She noticed that the girl hadn't brought any books with her. “Keio is pretty tough, but it shouldn't be that bad,” she added.

 

Aki gave the brunette an appraising look. “It isn't school work,” she said.

 

“Then, what is it?” wondered Shinobu. Aki glanced at Shinobu.

 

“It's about…” she trailed off for a moment. “My love life,” she finished several heartbeats later. Shinobu blinked.

 

“Aki!” she squealed happily. “Who is he? When did you meet him?” she asked eagerly.

 

“Well, that's sort of what I wanted to talk to you about,” she admitted. “It…might not be a he, exactly,” she said. Shinobu blinked.

 

“What? You mean, it's a she?”

 

“No,” said Aki slowly. “Well, maybe that is it,” she reversed herself. “I…might be interested in a she.”

 

“Do you know which it is?” Naru wondered.

 

“Um, it's kind of complicated,” she said, twiddling her thumbs nervously.

 

“So, simplify it,” suggested Shinobu, sipping her tea. Aki studied her own tea.

 

“If you would feel more comfortable just talking with Shinobu…” began Naru.

 

“No, I think I might need your advice, as well, Naru-san,” Aki said quickly. “I mean, considering what you and Shinobu were doing earlier,” she added, pre-occupied with her own thoughts.

 

“We told you…!” Shinobu began once more.

 

“I met some of my classmates at Keio,” Aki began, cutting off yet another attempt by Shinobu to explain the make-out session she had stumbled into. “We just clicked the moment we met, and since then, we've been spending a lot of time together, and sitting together in class and stuff.”

 

“Sounds good so far,” Shinobu replied, “what's the problem?”

 

“They're twins,” Aki said.

 

“Twins, eh? Interesting,” allowed Naru.

 

“Yeah, fraternal twins. One boy, one girl.” Aki elaborated.

 

“Ok,” Shinobu said slowly. She couldn't be… the girl mentally scoffed.

 

“I really like them,” Aki said quietly.

 

“Both of them,” Naru said, her tone certain. Slowly, Aki nodded.

 

“So, how do I tell which one I like?” she asked Shinobu. Shinobu looked at Naru. Naru looked at Shinobu. Neither said anything. “It's weird, isn't it?” sighed Aki, her shoulders slumping slightly. “It figures that something like this would happen to me,” she said softly.

 

“No, I don't think it's weird,” Shinobu said quietly, looking at Naru. Not compared to my personal life, she left unsaid. Her lips tugged into a small smile. Watching her, Naru could feel herself begin to smile in turn.

 

“Weird is relative, Aki-chan,” agreed Naru. Aki studied the two.

 

“I don't mean to pry,” she said, “but why don't you think that is weird?” Shinobu pursed her lips, looking to Naru. Naru was clearly wrestling with some decision.

 

“Well?” whispered Shinobu.

 

“Hold on,” Naru said, rising. “Aki, I have to talk with the others,” she said. “Stay here with Shinobu, ok?”

 

“Sure, Naru-san,” Aki said, her brow furrowed. Looking at Shinobu, she could see that her friend was doing some thinking of her own. “Um, I'm sorry if I'm getting into your private life,” she said quietly, “but you're the only one I can talk to about this.”

 

“It's ok, Aki,” Shinobu said, touching Aki's hand with her own. “I'm your friend. I'll help you any way I can,” she smiled. “And you aren't prying into my private life.”

 

Minutes passed. Finally, just when Shinobu was thinking maybe she should go find Naru, the brunette returned. Looking past her she spotted Kanako and Kitsune. Sliding the door shut, Naru knelt next to Shinobu, murmuring softly in her ear. Exhaling slowly, Shinobu looked at Aki. “Aki, if we tell you something - something you can use in your situation - you have to swear to never say anything we discuss to anyone, ever, no matter what. It is extremely important, since it is very personal to us. I trust you, but if you don't want to hear anything you can't talk about, I won't tell you.”

 

Aki studied the best - perhaps only - real friend she had ever had. She's serious, Aki realized. Whatever she might tell me must be really good. And it will probably explain that kiss she and Naru were sharing, too! “I promise, Shinobu,” she said. Shinobu nodded.

 

“Ok,” she said, licking her lips nervously. Naru settled beside Shinobu, her hand absently taking Shinobu's hand. “You know that I have always liked Keitaro, right?” she began, Aki nodding. “Well, I'm not the only one who fell in love with him,” she continued. Fifteen minutes later, Aki was staring - bug-eyed - at her best friend, wondering how it was possible for Shinobu to end up in such a weird situation. She always seemed so shy and meek, but after what she just told me, maybe she really is more like her sempais than I thought!

 

-

 

Motoko slid the door to their room shut with a muted click! Turning to look at Tsuruko and Keitaro, she smiled, seeing that her big sister had wrapped Keitaro up in her arms and was making out with him almost frantically. Seeing the color on Tsuruko's cheeks, Motoko knew that she wasn't the only one who had gotten her fire lit by situation they were in. Am I - we - deviants for getting turned on by being in such a delicate, yet dangerous, position? Motoko was absolutely sure that she was turned on - and her soaked panties were proof of just how hot and bothered she was.

 

Setting the Hinata blade beside her sister's sword, she tugged her knotted belt loose, shrugging off her gi before setting to work on her chest bindings. As she unwrapped her breasts, she saw that her husband was busily working on her big sister's clothing. Motoko worked a bit faster, dropping the unwound strip of cloth to the floor instead of neatly rolling it up like normal, the better to more swiftly untie her hakama and rid herself of the last of her clothes.

 

Seeing that Keitaro was having a hard time with Tsuruko's clothing - mostly because the older sister wouldn't break her kiss or loosen her hug than from him being confounded by the knotted belt of her gi - Motoko moved to help him, reaching around from behind Tsuruko to work her gi off. She immediately went for Tsuruko's chest bindings, gently pushing Keitaro's hands down since she had a better position for unwrapping the strip of cloth. From the sounds her sister was making, Motoko surmised that Keitaro had taken her not-so-subtle hint and gone to work on his concubine's hakamas.

 

Nee-chan's perfume smells great, Motoko thought, gently pulling the last of the cloth strip from between Tsuruko and Keitaro. She didn't realize that she was nearly panting until several quickened heartbeats after that thought. Nearly hugging her sister from behind, she was getting a nose-full of Tsuruko's scent, her hard nipples tingling as the cool, soft, fine hair that flowed down her husband's concubine's back tickled her tits. Even through the thick fall of thigh-length hair, Motoko could feel the heat from her sister's body. The wife didn't realize she was moaning softly as she rubbed her chest against her sister's back. Kami, her hair feels so incredible, tickling my nipples like that…! Motoko thought hazily.

 

“Mo-chan,” came Tsuruko's voice, the older sibling having finally broken the kiss as Keitaro struggled to get her hakamas down her legs. Turning her head and leaning back, Tsuruko reached behind her head with an arm to nudge Motoko's own head over slightly, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. “I didn't intend to cut you off,” she said, twitching her hips as Keitaro dragged her small panties down her thighs.

 

“I…I understand,” Motoko mumbled, wrapping her arms around her sister's hot body. “Go ahead,” she said, kissing Tsuruko's neck as Keitaro rose, his lips fastening to the turgid peaks of his concubine's breasts, both hands cupping as much of her firm, proud breasts as he could manage. Against her upper thighs, she felt a welcome poking. Smiling lasciviously, Tsuruko licked her lips.

 

“Thank you, Mo-chan,” she murmured, brushing her lips along Motoko's temple as she focused her attention on her lord. “Keitaro-sama,” purred Tsuruko, stroking his head with her hand. He looked up at her, but didn't take his lips off her nipple. “There's a futon right here, my lord,” observed Tsuruko. Keitaro blinked. Good point, a small part of him mused. Reluctantly removing his lips from her puffy peak, he found himself ambushed by both his women, the two stripping him naked in mere moments. Leering at each other, the two women all but threw him to the futon and jumped his bones; not that Keitaro minded in the least.

 

Motoko laid across his chest, kissing him deeply as he massaged her breasts with his hands, occasionally freeing a hand long enough to stroke her hair or comb his fingers through her raven's-wing black hair before seizing her breast once more. Tsuruko squatted over his hips, smiling as she eased open her lower lips with one hand, her other stroking his hard length briefly before she eased herself down on him, biting her lower lip and moaning happily as she felt him claim her.

 

So good, she silently babbled. It feels huge, but fits so perfectly inside me! As good as it had been with her former husband at the start of her marriage, it was nothing compared to how it felt to have her lord in her. Had she been more rational, she might have considered the possibility that some of her arousal was due to the knowledge that she was carrying his child inside her even then. It might have occurred to her that it could also be from influences of hormonal shifts, but none of that mattered to her at all right then. All that mattered to her was the feeling of being filled with her lord's beautiful, long, thick cock.

 

Keitaro finally managed to break Motoko's passionate, determined kisses. Panting against her face, he tugged on her hard nipples. “Mo-chan,” he growled softly, making her body shiver, “come here,” he ordered, one hand abandoning her breast to cup her dripping sex. Pulling gently on her, his intention became clear to her. I did promise him, after all, thought Motoko primly, even while she scrambled to her kneels, hurriedly moving so her soaked pussy was over her husband's face. Keitaro licked his lips, seizing her hips in his hands and pulling her down to orally rape her.

 

“AH!” gasped Motoko, desperately trying to find something to hold on to so she wouldn't topple over. Her hands found purchase even as another pair of hands grabbed her upper arms. Leaning forward as Keitaro savaged her clit with hungry, loving strokes of his tongue, Motoko found herself looking at Tsuruko's flushed face as the older sister rode Keitaro's tool. “Tsu-chan,” Motoko cooed, touching her sister's cheek with one palm as her body shuddered, an orgasm roaring out from her defenseless pussy as her lover mercilessly ate her out. Tsuruko could only moan happily as she climbed toward her own orgasm.

 

It didn't require thought on either woman's part as the two leaned into each other, resting cheek-to-cheek as they moved in unison, their full breasts pressing against each other, slick with sweat, rubbing hard nipples against hard nipples. Gradually, their arms slid up and around each other, until the two sisters were hanging off each other's necks, panting and trembling. Below them, Keitaro was focused on his meal and Tsuruko's clenching sheath as it stroked his length.

 

“Keitaro-sama!” squealed Tsuruko, bottoming out on her lover as a bone-deep, mind-crippling orgasm detonated in her belly. Squeezing Motoko's shoulders and neck in her grip, she trembled like a seizure victim. Motoko hugged her sister back, feeling her sister's body shiver against her as another deep, powerful orgasm claimed her, Keitaro's mouth giving her sex no quarter. Fighting back a scream of release, Motoko bit her sister's shoulder as her vision went white.

 

When the two became more or less aware of each other again, Keitaro was holding them, looking at the two intently. He was panting a little, his hard dick dripping Tsuruko juice. “Are you two ok?” he asked, his voice low and slightly rough, making both women tingle in response. “You almost fell over,” he shared. To his mild confusion, both his women just giggled happily.

 

“Keitaro, did you cum yet?” asked Motoko, licking her lips as she eyed his dripping rod. Keitaro nodded. Tsuruko reached an unsteady hand down to touch her sex. It was swollen and soaked, but she could feel the thick, potent cum of her lord slowly seeping from her passage, mixing with her own thinner, slicker cum. Bringing her hand back up, she smiled happily at the mixture on her fingers.

 

Showing her fingers to her sister, she said “yes, he did. Please, Keitaro-sama, show my little sister how much you love her,” begged Tsuruko before licking her fingers clean. Motoko gasped happily as Keitaro swung her around so she was lying on her back on the futon, slipping between her legs, hand holding the back of her knees as he raised and spread her legs. Motoko yelped happily as she felt his slick, wide tip stab her in her throbbing passage, stretching her as he drove all the way into her in one shot.

 

“Ugh!” he grunted. Even completely coated in Tsuruko's and his mixed cum and with Motoko's passage dripping lube, his wife was tight - almost painfully so. Almost, but not quite. Keitaro leaned forward, kissing his wife as he began to slowly stroke in her passage. The former man-hating co-abuser of the Hinata wrapped her legs around her husband, loving the feeling of being stuffed to the max with his hard dick. It feels so good, gliding like that, Motoko thought. What small parts of her rational mind were in working order understood that it was so smooth and slick because his hard shaft was greased with her big sister's cum, as well as from her own copious lubrication from being eaten like a six-course meal minutes before he claimed her. None of that mattered to her.

 

“Keitaro,” she managed between kisses. “Kami, I love being with you! Never stop loving me, Keitaro. Promise me you will always love me,” begged the girl.

 

“Promise, Mo-chan,” he managed, his pace building until he was almost violently fucking her. “Mo-chan's mine!” he snarled, arching his back, his tip rubbing hard against her cervix as he made two more short, hard thrusts. “My Mo-chan!” he yelled hoarsely, firing a full load tight against the entrance to her womb.

 

“Keitaro!” squealed the woman, her back aching off the futon as her orgasm was triggered by the feeling of his hot, thick cum spurting into her womb. Incoherent sounds filled the room for the next minute or so before the two slowly relaxed, Keitaro resting on top of Motoko for only a brief period before he slowly, carefully moved off her, causing Motoko to feel mixed emotions. She was glad to have his weight off her, since it made it easier to breathe, but she was unhappy that his bare body was no long pressing tightly to her naked body. Keitaro caught his breath, sprawled haphazardly between his wife and his concubine.

 

After he had recovered to some degree, he turned his head from side to side, checking on his women. Both were smiling gently at him, clearly happy. They were also snuggled up close to him, seeming to relish the feeling of being in close contact with him. He managed to get an arm under each girl's shoulders, rubbing their shoulders and necks with his hands. “Tsu-chan, Mo-chan,” he said softly, kissing each girl softly, “that was great! Thanks.”

 

“Oh, it was our pleasure!” purred Tsuruko, sharing a strange kind of giggle with Motoko.

 

“We will always be more than happy to be with you, Keitaro,” Motoko agreed. A tiny thought flittered through her pleasure-hazed, post-multiple-orgasmic mind: if I hadn't been such an immature, fixated coward, I might have been the only girl to enjoy his affections. Still, I suppose it is for the best, since I can tell I will be tender again tomorrow. Keitaro really doesn't hold back! she smiled smugly.

 

“Keitaro-sama,” Tsuruko said, her eyes fixed on something lower, “would you let us try something?”

 

“Um, sure, Tsu-chan,” he replied, glancing down. It surprised him to find that his dick was almost hard again. I was sure it would behave after a double-header, but I guess I was wrong, he thought briefly. Tsuruko leaned over him to whisper in Motoko's ear, Keitaro taking the opportunity to lick her nipple as it hung invitingly close to his mouth, catching the tip of her breast with his lips and sucking as it shivered from his tongue-lashing. Tsuruko moaned, but made no protest about his oral attention, still whispering in her little sister's ear.

 

“Keitaro,” Tsuruko said, regretfully freeing her nipple from his mouth. He almost pouted, but was distracted by Motoko's voice; and her sweat-glistening naked body as she rose to kneel beside him, Tsuruko doing the same on his other side. They really are sisters, he thought briefly, admiring their pale, flawless skin and sexy curves.

 

“Do you like our hair?” asked Motoko, peeking at her sister as she spoke.

 

“Yes, it's beautiful,” he replied. “Soft, shiny…it's one of my favorite things about you two,” he added sincerely. Not that Shinobu-chan's short hair isn't beautiful, but I think I like women with long hair, he thought irrelevantly.

 

“Then, please enjoy this,” Tsuruko said, tossing her head so her long, shiny hair swished over her shoulder to land on his stomach, Motoko doing the same. Both sisters used an arm around each other's shoulders to steady themselves before shuffling down a little, dragging their hair along his lower stomach, toward his groin. Keitaro gasped, feeling the odd - but very pleasant - feeling of the fine, silken strands against his skin.

 

“Wha…?” he began, only to gasp as they dragged their hair over his hard tool, making it twitch violently, some pre-cum bubbling up from the slit in the crown. “Kami!” he breathed, the two sisters slowly moving their heads so their hair caressed and brushed against his super-sensitive dick. Keitaro writhed as the hair looped around his shaft, Motoko and Tsuruko slowly raising their heads, causing the looped hair to rub along his shaft. “Oh, Kami, that's nice…” breathed Keitaro, his hands absently groping for their free hands. Both sisters took his hands in their hands.

 

Focusing on the two, he saw them slowly, fussily lower their heads, once more wrapping their shared mane of hair around his bobbing, throbbing shaft. Catching him looking at them, the two smiled back before slowly kissing each other as they once more lifted their heads, their hair stroking his shaft, the mixed cum and pre-cum making their hair cling together, but doing nothing to distract from the odd, yet exquisite feeling. Seeing their tongues caress each other, Keitaro couldn't take it any more.

 

“Hn!” he grunted, blowing his third load. Both sisters blinked as the first spurt splattered over their cheeks, noses and chins, the second and third catching them as they separated some from the kiss, the thinner white goo decorating their faces before the last two shots stained their hair. When they were sure he was done shooting, the two caught his eye before bending down to share a kiss across his softening crown.

 

“Mo-chan, Tsu-chan,” breathed the young man, watching them calmly lick up what they could of the cum on their faces, “I've never had something like that,” he panted softly.

 

“I have never thought of such a thing, either,” admitted Motoko. But I am putting this in my book! she made a mental note. “It was Tsu-chan's idea,” added the younger sister.

 

“I heard this talked about, before,” she delicately sidestepped her previous marriage, “but never had an opportunity to try it. I thought I should see how it went,” she modestly replied.

 

“It went good!” Keitaro blurted out. “Um, sorry about…in your hair,” he added, seeing his cum clumping in their hair.

 

“It's not like we can't wash it,” laughed Motoko.

 

“Besides, we like it when you cum in us or on us - either is fine, Keitaro-sama,” Tsuruko said, leaning over to pick up her chest binding cloth. Using the soft, fine-weave material, she wiped off her face and hair, Motoko doing the same before carefully setting the cloth aside. Both women snuggled up to him. “Now we should get a good night's sleep,” Tsuruko predicted, yawning demurely behind an upraised hand.

 

“I guess so,” Keitaro began, only to yawn. In moments, he was asleep. Before drifting off herself, Motoko stretched out, her fingertips just able to reach their swords' sheathes. After a moment of fumbling, she pulled them over, the two settling their swords close to hand before snuggling up to their man and drifting off to sleep.