Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Nest ❯ Kanako's Scroll ( Chapter 4 )

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CHAPTER FOUR
KANAKO'S SCROLL

She wanted her Keitaro, that's all there was to it. She wanted him more than ever. She wanted him more than anything. She wanted to touch him, kiss him and taste him. She wanted to feel him as he buried his long hard member into her quaking center again and again. She wanted him to release his seed deep in her moist depths, or her mouth, or even into the depths of her ass. Wherever and however he might take the most pleasure from her body that is how she wanted him. She wanted him to fuck her raw, to use her over and over, until they were both exhausted from their shared pleasure.

But the other girls would never allow it, especially that bitch Naru. If it wasn't for that infernal promise he made to her years ago, Kanako could, even now have had Keitaro to herself, even now at least in her mind.

Kanako could not help herself. Even though she was his adopted sister, she lusted after Keitaro more every day. He was handsome well built and she had known what his potential as a lover could be before any of those other girls did. He alone could look past her faults and sadness. And he alone could give her the love, mentally and physically, that she craved. And she needed his love more than anything. She knew his love could make her empty life worthwhile. He alone could make her tattered spirit whole.

Tears of anger were beginning to well up in her eyes. She knew that she didn't stand a chance with him. If that Naru hadn't laid claim to him one of the other bimbos would have. `Hell even that old Mitsune would have a better chance at claiming him before I could now.' She thought to herself bitterly.

`Damn the old woman anyway. If it wasn't for her interfering ways I could have him to myself. He would have gotten lonely enough after a while. And when he turned to me for comfort I would be there, body and soul. He might not have been the happiest man alive, but when he finally realized that I would be the only girl who loved him. We would run the apartments together. And once I drove off those other cows I could find tenants who would never guess we are brother and sister. They would take us for husband and wife. Then I would have been happy. But no, the old crone had to write Haruka to tell her I had run away. Two or three more days and the girls would have left. Hell that drunken Mitsune was ready to pack and go when I banned alcohol on the property. The toughest two would have been Motoko and Naru. That so called woman samurai was only interested in right and justice at the time. And Naru, that bitch, she was so deeply into Keitaro by that time. It might have taken a little longer but I would have made them both miserable enough to leave. Why did that old cow have to go and ask Keitaro to manage the place anyway? If he had never come here in the first place I would have had him wrapped around my little finger by now.'

`Four or five years ago he was just a four-eyed geek. At least that's how all of the girls saw him. I know because I made sure of that so that we could be together. He couldn't get a date to save his life. I know I planned it that way. But then he comes here to get into college and he meets all of the girls. And just my luck he runs into that stupid girl he made that, oh, so romantic promise to. Yes now he has that Naru bitch. And even if she ever dumped him one of the other girls would grab him for sure.'

Kanako finally gave up on sleep. The storms of rage and jealousy raging through her system would not allow it. So she got up and turned on the light, intending to finish a book of poetry she had been reading. Then she remembered the scroll her adopted grandmother had left her. Walking over to the table where she had left it. In truth she had thoughts of throwing it out. But curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the scroll and scowled at it. Then her gaze fell to the crystal vial of pale amber liquid and her scowl deepened.

Sitting in the armchair Keitaro had provided her she once again considered the scroll in her hands. It seemed to be made of rice-paper but it was considerably stronger than most. And to top it off her grandmother had sealed it with wax. `What a deplorably old fashioned way for the miserable old bat to leave us each a letter.' She thought as she broke open the seal holding it closed. Then she took a deep breath as she unrolled it and began to read.

To Kanako
My most frustrated and selfish daughter

“Interfering old crone, what would you know about selfish?” she spat viciously.

`You traveled with me for some time on my pilgrimages I taught you the Urashima form of the martial arts. And for a little while I thought we might become good friends. But all you ever did was blame me for taking you away from Keitaro. It was not my intention to separate you from Keitaro, all I wanted the entire time was for you to open up and tell me how you were feeling. And you never did. But thanks to my training your silence told me more than your heart has ever told you.'

`Yes my daughter I know that you love him, and he loves you as well. But where he loves you as a sister, you love him as a woman loves a man.'

`I know all about you desire for him my dearest Kanako. He was the first person to ever truly care for you, was he not? Your birth parents ignored your needs. And I must apologize because my son, your adopted father was not much better. When I told him that Keitaro needed a playmate that is all he thought about. He did not think about what you might need until much later.

But our Keitaro was different, was he not? It wasn't just that he that helped you or played with you. He would hold you when you were scared. He would comfort you when you got hurt. And when the nightmares came in the middle of the night he would allow you to crawl in bed with him and he would hold you and chase the nightmares away. Is that not how it went, my dear? Was not my grandson the first one to show you any kind of affection?'

`In fact that is why, and when you started lusting for him, is it not? After one particularly bad dream you ran to his room to have him hold you, to have him make you feel safe and warm. And he did. You were twelve years old at the time and just beginning to develop into a woman. You fell asleep with him holding you from behind. But when you woke up a couple of hours later he was holding you tighter then normal and something hard seemed to be pressing against your buttocks. In fact his night erection was pressing directly into the crack of your pert little ass, was it not?'

`It was then you felt your first womanly thrill, was it not? You slowly lowered your panties, dragging them down until they were just around your ankles. Then you slowly lowered his underwear down past his knees. Then you lay back down on your side and backed up against his throbbing member. After you were sure that he might not wake up you then spread your legs open and guided his phallus between your legs and against your wet and awakening womanhood. Then you closed your legs so that his erection was held tightly against your flower and between your quivering thighs. Then slowly so you would not wake him you rubbed it back and forth between your legs. You rocked back and forth against him and the excitement began to build. You thrust you little butt back against his thighs, faster and faster. He was moaning from pleasure in his sleep but surprisingly, he did not wake up. You just kept right on going until you received your first orgasmic release. And when your first orgasm hit you it was quite intense, wasn't it. Even then you kept thrusting back until he ejaculated on your pretty little butt. You thought he might wake up then but he didn't, did he? He slept right through the whole thing. In fact after that you crawled in bed with him every night. But you never let him know about what you were doing, you would drive both of you to the heights of passion and he would just sleep through the whole night.

`I know that you repeated this several times. Most times you would rub him against you but not all of the time. In fact you once took him in your mouth to see what it would be like. The sensation of having Keitaro's thick pole sliding in and out of your throat was an even bigger turn on than having him rubbing it against you was it not? You dreamed of the day he would willingly put that heavenly piece of manhood into your body. So you sucked and licked him even faster. You bobbed your head up and down his now slick shaft letting it slide deeper and deeper into your gullet. You licked and sucked him until you finally felt him come into your mouth and down your throat. And you were instantly addicted to his sweet, yet slightly salty taste. You almost grew to like that as well as having him come against your buttocks. You loved to feel his hard flesh poking down your throat until he would release his seed into your ravenously awaiting stomach. The carnal desires you awakened led you farther and father down the paths of sexual depravity, and it destroyed them. The only thing that you have not been able to accomplish while he was sleeping is coitus, and you always wanted him too but you just couldn't stand the thought of him rejecting you. So you always waited until he was soundly sleeping so that he would not find out that you were having your depraved, little way with him.'

`Yes, for you the seeds of lust had been planted. And they made the seeds of your love for him even stronger.'

`The only problem is that you faced is that you wanted to keep him all to yourself. And the fact is Keitaro's destiny has always been to have multiple women around him. Loving him, and in turn, being loved by him.'

`But you drove away any girl that was ever a threat of becoming too close to Keitaro for your comfort. Any girl that even remotely had an interest in Keitaro you saw as your enemy. He thought it might be because he was a geek, or maybe the fact that he had to study twice as hard to get decent grades in school. But in truth it was because anytime a girl started getting close to him you would sabotage it.'

`And that is the reason you have yet to be with him as you would like.'

`Do you yet still wonder why the girls love him so? It is because he gives. He gives of himself freely. With whatever, and whenever he can. Whenever one of the girls is in need of him, he will help if he can. They know he will always be there for them, any time or anywhere. They have all brought their problems to him at one time or another. They have each laid their problems before him knowing, that if he couldn't solve it himself, he would find somebody who could. He just doesn't try and then give up, he keeps trying until he succeeds.'

`That is why they love him. Just like with you he has given of himself to them completely. Just like you they each, in their own way, owe him a debt of honor they believe they can never repay.'

`So they, just like you, repay that debt with their love. But unlike the others you would keep him to yourself. When you left my side on our little trip it was just another attempt to drive away any other girl from the man you thought of as your Keitaro.'

`And that is where you always go wrong. He is not your Keitaro. He never has been just yours. You must learn to share him with the other girls of the house. They will be sisters to you and fellow wives to him. That's right, my dear. Share him. I have never tried to keep him from you completely. I just wanted to know your feelings about him. '

`If you truly want your dreams of being with him to come true you will have to learn to share him. You also must absolutely make amends to the all of other girls first. Your actions towards them have made them distrustful of you, and rightfully so. If you think that they will allow you to be with him, and them, until you prove yourself worthy of the honor of him, think again. For they will all defend the man they love so much from anyone that is remotely threatening to him. And right now my daughter that even includes you.'

`Now I know you think that I am a loony old bat, and perhaps I am. But this old bat has conspired to help you with your little problem. Because if you are upset about something that would be harmful to Keitaro in the long run. And I really do just want two see all of my daughters happy with my grandson. You see, the tea I made you is really a powerful potion. It will help you heal all of the hurts you have caused. If you will follow my advice for once, you just might find your happiest dreams coming true.'

With Love, `Grandma' Hina

She was crying. For the first time since her parent's death she was crying. Her tears fell in great rivers down her cheeks. They fell in a puddle on the scroll staining it and marring the writing.

She was shaking with the grief of all she had done wrong. Her conscience was finally breaking through the barrier that she had erected so many years ago. Her sobs increased in tempo as she clutched the now unrecognizable scroll to her bosom. Her wailing voice cut through the silence of the murky night. The pain in her heart was finally matching the pain in her tormented soul. On and on she wailed and sobbed. `How could I have been so blind?' She berated herself. `It's so true. Oh Kami, what have I done? Keitaro has always been so nice to everyone. And girls loved him for it. I drove my chance with him away. The others will never forgive me. Kami why couldn't I see it? He has always attracted girls. Maybe they were not the greatest looking ones in his schools. But they were all so pretty. And I ruined him to them. I posed as his girlfriend to them. Hell once when we got older I posed as his wife. Why couldn't I see it? Oh Kami, why didn't you make me see earlier? Kami, it hurts. It hurts so very much. Kami, please just let me die.'

Then after what seemed like hours her sobs began to fall silent as she allowed the now ruined scroll to drop to the floor.

Then with trembling fingers she picked up the vial. Gazing at it through bloodshot and blurry eyes, she just stared at the pale potion within it. Then choking back the tears that threatened to start again, she brought it to her quivering lips, and after unstopping it, drank it down in a single gulp.

As the semi-warm liquid made its way to the center of her stomach, in the center of her being Kanako felt a change come over her.

No longer was she shaking from sorrow. Her mind was clear of the fright that had plagued her throughout her life. Instead she was calm. She could not remember her soul being as much at peace than at this very time. Yes she had wronged people. But now her mind was clear on how to try to repay them for those wrongs. She would be the help with what they needed when Keitaro was busy otherwise. She would become a shoulder to lean on in times of trial. She would do the work of three around the apartments. She would show each of the girls that she could be trusted. She would show them how wrong she had been. Her actions would change their minds. Her first act would be to take Naru and Motoko aside. She would apologize to them first. Explain her wrong-headedness. Let them pass judgment. `And after the year that I am required to be here is up, if they want me to go, I will.'

Her love for Keitaro still welled in her heart. In fact she loved him more than ever. But now she could also love others. And the biggest shock to her was she could even allow them to love her.

As the warm and peaceful feelings spread throughout her body it reminded her of that first time with Keitaro. Yes he was asleep at the time; she had still felt his love through that first hidden sexual act.

Her hand quickly stripped her bedclothes off and she made her way to her futon. As she lay down on the firm mattress her fingers began to roam over her body. With the practice of many years she began to work herself towards her sexual fulfillment.

Her fingers danced lightly over her porcelain skin. They twined in her jet black hair and stroked her cheeks. Then they moved down to her breasts.

With a yearning need she cupped them in her palms she brushed them lightly and twirled their mass against her chest. Then she bent her head down as she lifted one soft mammary and began to lick it. While she was thus engaged with one hand and her mouth her other hand kept tweaking and pulling at the opposite nipple. Then she would switch off.

She loved the way her skin tasted and felt against her rough little tongue. It helped to build the fire of lust that was consuming her belly.

`If I am allowed to share Keitaro then I will share myself as well.' She thought as her nipples reached firmed up into hard points. `When I first got here to try and get rid of the other girls I give Motoko an orgasm by the front steps. I wonder if she will let me really work her over. And that Mitsune she ought to have enough experience to teach me how to really pleasure the other girls, not to mention Keitaro.'

Her digital and oral caresses of her breasts felt wonderful. But now she was hungering for even more.

She quickly brought her hands down to where her legs joined together. And when they reached that point she firmly shoved to fingers into her boiling snatch.

As she moved her finger in and out of her snug little valley she used her other hand and started to diddle her now throbbing clit.

The tension was building deep inside her as she flipped over onto her belly and kept rubbing and probing her heated tunnel. The just to try something different she brought one hand behind her and began to tease and rub her buttocks.

She had never been this hot outside of her secret trysts with Keitaro. He never knew about them but she was always aching to tell him.

Her hand kept exploring her backside when a novel thought struck her. Slowly, and very carefully she began to press on her now puckering asshole. Then with a firm resolve she pushed her middle finger into her rectum. She was rewarded with a shot of endorphins like she never experienced before.

With one hand working on her twat, and the other working her sphincter Kanako was rapidly approaching her climax. Her moans were soft and deep. Her hips began to thrash back and forth between her hands. First they would drive onto the fingers playing over her downy folds then ramming back into the finger probing into her clenching buttocks.

Her lust was quickly mounting to a record high. Her moans and whimpers were quickly turning into streaks of pleasure. Then she took her clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to alternate back and forth from rubbing it, to pinching it. At the same time she wormed her index finger into her ass, to join her middle finger there. At that moment she tipped over the edge and down into the oblivious oasis of pleasure.

She had never felt an orgasm so strongly. Her internal muscles were gripping the fingers still buried in her quivering depths. Rainbows of color flashed before her eyes. All she could manage from her breaths were shallow Coos. On and on the waves of pleasure took her to where she had never been before. In her wildest fantasies she had never thought she could feel like this. Then she felt it. It gushed over the fingers caught in her dripping snatch. What seemed like pints of fluid poured out of her still clenching canal. It flowed over her hand in what seemed like torrents, and onto the now stained sheets.

Shuddering from the aftershocks still ripping through her system Kanako finally slumped to the mattress. The fingers in her butt pulled free with a resounding pop. At the same time she withdrew the fingers in her burning cleft, releasing what seemed like even greater a flood of honey from her still quivering depths.

With a load sigh she stretched out on the soaked mattress. A smile of warmth and contentment was plastered on her face for the first time in her life. Exhaustion took her into sleep, and into the land of dreams.

In her dreams instead of the heartache and trouble she normally found there, she found herself in a land of peace and contentment. She might not be the first of Keitaro's wives, but she was one of them. She took great joy in serving her husband. She took even more joy in serving her sister-wives. They would live together forever. And with Naru serving as the matriarch of his household everything would be fine. Each girl had a firm purpose in the family outside of being mothers to the many children they would be raising. Her purpose would be to oversee the household. She would run the house with love and tenderness. In her house love would reign, with the occasional orgy thrown in.