Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Nest ❯ Shinobu's scroll ( Chapter 6 )

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This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual situations and you must be of age to read such material, or have the express permission of your parents or guardians to do so. Authors note: My apologies to those who have expressed desire to see this chapter sooner but I have recently gotten married and have not had time to work on this chapter until now. Also sorry about the last post I accidentally posted the first draft.

CHAPTER SIX
SHINOBU'S SCROLL

Shinobu woke up sobbing again. She had been having nightmares every night since the funeral and she could not understand why. It wasn't that she was normally a very depressed sort of person. But the recent events had been occurring were tearing her life apart, if only in her mind.

During the day she was tying to be as cheerful as ever keeping a smile on her face for everybody to see. But at night her life was falling apart.

Nobody could see that her life was starting to go badly. She was soon to be a graduate of high school. Her modeling career was the best in the district and her manager was trying very hard to get her seen on the national circuit. Her goal of becoming a licensed chef was nearing its goal. The one and only thing that was upsetting her was her home life. Her happy little home life here at the Hinata that would soon be coming to and end. All of her friends that lived here that would soon be gone.
Naru, who always seemed to be available, even for the answers to the simplest of questions and even some sage counseling if she needed it. She was also good to keep the lechers that went to her school at bay.

Mitsune, who seemed to be able to keep everyone on their toes with her practical jokes and quick wit. She was also good for a shoulder to cry on if she needed it.

Kaolla-Su, whose marvelous contraptions never ceased to amaze her. That and the fact that it would seem she could eat a house if she put her mind to it.

Motoko, who held fast to the code of the samurai, and taught her the arts of self-defense, when she had the time, and when she gave her word she always kept it.

Mutsumi, who helped to keep people calm, even in the most trying of circumstances.

And last but not least there was Keitaro. Keitaro, the man who would do anything to help someone he saw as a friend. The man she loved with all of her heart. The man she would never see again, at least after he and Naru were married.

But every since the funeral her little family was going to be torn apart. Once the necessary repairs were made to the grounds and the adjoining buildings they would have to split up. And that splitting up is what was giving her nightmares. Lately she had been waking up in the early morning bathed in a cold sweat. And that is how she was now. Since the nightmares had begun she had taking to sleeping with her door securely locked so that she could sleep on the top of her ready-made futon in nothing but her nightgown and panties. And tonight was no different.
She had woken up again with a start covered from head to toe in a thick sheen of sweat. Her silken nightgown plastered to various parts her body. It clung damply to her heaving bosom and the swell of her gently curving hips. If anyone had ever saw her like this she would have been terribly embarrassed because her nightgown was in such a disarray it showed off everything about her, from her now full and proud breasts, to the dark curls surrounding the entrance her womanhood. Even her Buttocks would easily been seen with her nightgown in this condition.

`Why did grandmother Hina have to die?' She thought glumly to herself as the tears flowed freely once again. `If she hadn't passed away we could have all stayed together. Now we have less than a year left together until we have to go our separate ways. I want to stay here with Naru, Mitsune, and Keitaro and every body. She sobbed quietly to herself. `I don't want to go. I want to stay here.

`Keitaro' this new thought seemed come unbidden. The only man I could ever love. So handsome, so understanding, and after the year is up he should be married to Naru and I will never see him again. This new thought brought on a fresh deluge of tears from her eyes. `I know he loves Naru and I am happy for them, but I will never be able to love anyone the way I do him.'

It wasn't that she hadn't tried to date other boys. The fact is she had. She had had a couple of dates with some pretty handsome boys. And one or two had even got a little hot and heavy, with lots of fondling and necking. But she couldn't bring herself to continue with them. Even though Keitaro had made it clear at that first New Year's festival that the love he felt for her was brotherly she still yearned for him and him alone. She wanted it to be his hands to be upon her naked body. She wanted it to be his hands that were going to touch her breasts and buttocks. She wanted him to be the one that kissed her as he slipped his fingers inside her panties. She wanted him to be the one to taste the nectar of her honey-pot. She wanted to know what it would be like to feel him shoot his seed down her throat, and into her stomach. She wondered what it would taste like. She wanted to give her virginity to him and feel that same unknown rush when his hopefully fertile seed flowed into the depths of her womb so that she would have his children. And she knew that she would never betray Naru in such a fashion. And that was the reason she hurt. She knew no other man would be right for her except for Keitaro. How she wished it was her that Keitaro had made that promise to, but she was way too young for that. The only comfort she had was that it would be a year before she would probably have to leave. If only Grandmother Hina was still alive.

`That's it!' Shinobu thought with an overdue and nervous smile started coming to her face. `Grandma's scroll ought to have some kind of advice for me. She was so wise maybe she knew a way for me to stay with Keitaro and Naru.

Scrambling around her room she searched high and low for the scroll and vial. She was starting to get rather frustrated when she finally remembered she had left them on the kitchen counter last night. `I had better change my nightgown first though. She thought to herself. Having given up on sleeping Shinobu got up and removed the damp nightgown and placed it into her hamper. Noticing her panties were also too damp to wear she removed them as well and put them in with her nightgown. Going over to where her dresser was she passed the window in her room. There she noticed how her skin glistened in the moonlight making her breasts and the skin of her stomach glow with the moister of the sweat still clinging to them. When she got to her dresser she removed a fresh nightgown and walked over to her closet. There she grabbed a towel and quickly dried herself off. As she was rubbing herself down she noticed that her nipples had become erect in the chill night air. Chancing a quick feel between her slightly parted thighs she found that her vaginal lips were coated with a fluid that was quite unlike sweat. As she ran her finger over her curl-covered mound an electric sensation shot up to the base of her skull.

`How come I can only get this way when I thinking about sex with Keitaro? Shinobu thought bitterly. `None of the other boys I dated ever managed to get me excited this way. No matter how cute or how much we would touch or kiss I would stay dry as a bone. She thought to herself forlornly. `This isn't fair. The one boy I want to give myself too and he is</= span> taken, by my best friend even.' Cursing herself for a fool she quickly pulled the clean nightgown over her shoulders, strode over to the door and unlocked it. Once her door was open she stuck her head out to see if the coast was clear. Hearing soft moans and cries coming from down the hallway but seeing no one she stepped quietly into the hall. As she tiptoed down the hall towards the stairs she noticed the sounds getting louder. What bothered her even more was everyone's light was still on. `They must have fallen asleep with their lights on. Shinobu thought to herself as she continued towards the stairs. `At least its sounds like I'm not the only one suffering from nightmares.'

Starting down the stairs she was certain to step over the step that always squeaked and groaned whenever someone would step on it. During they day the stair was just noisy, but at night the stair would echo and reverberate, filling the house with a terrible racket. Slipping quietly into the kitchen she flipped on the light switch. Then she headed for the refrigerator. I Might as well get myself a little something to eat while I'm here.' She thought to herself. She was in the mood for a salad but all she could find was some leftover tofu salad and a few vegetables. After collecting her snack Shinobu went over to the table where she had left her scroll and the vial of tea. She picked up the tea and glanced at the liquid sloshing around inside. ` That's weird,' she thought as she looked at the rose colored liquid dancing inside the vial. `This stuff was yellow last night and now its pinkish red. The stuff seems to be giving off a little light of its own.' Setting the vial back down Shinobu picked up the scroll. It seemed to be yellowing with age right before her eyes. Breaking the waxen seal she carefully unrolled the scroll and began to read as she ate her meal.

To Shinobu
My most caring daughter,

Long have you been a resident of the Hinata and I do not think that things would have run as smoothly if you had not come to live with us.
The deplorable actions of your parents that caused you to move here permanently was, indeed a shame. Their careless attitude towards your welfare was atrocious.
But then my grandson intervened. He arranged so that you could stay here if they would only agree to it. And lucky for you and especially the rest of us they did.
For not only did we gain an excellent cook and housekeeper, we gained an invaluable friend. It was my grandson's actions then that turned your heart towards him at first was it not? But it was his continued willingness to place all of you girls before him that sealed your love for him. Do I lie?

Although when you first desired him you were but a child and he was a young adult, you would have, even then, been too willing indeed to give your body and soul to him. But my grandson turned you away. He explained that he did indeed love you too, but his love for you was that of a brother to his sister. In fact at the time you reminded him so much of Kanako when she was your age.

Tearfully you accepted that as fact as you continued on through your lonely life as if the fateful day at the fair when he turned you and your love down as if it had never happened.

Yes, you went on my dear. You even tried to date other boys. You even thought of letting a couple of them have your maidenhead for their trophy. But you could not. For none of them understood. None of them were your love. Only my grandson, Keitaro had proven himself worthy of your heart and body.

I keep repeating the word body because your love for my grandson has grown steadily into a burning and fiery lust has it not?

Every day he becomes more and more handsome. Every day you yearn for his kisses. You yearn to have him touch you in ways you never wanted to be touched by anyone else. You have longed to feel his hands upon your breasts. You long to know what his manhood tastes like. You burn to know what it would feel like as he drives it deep into your pulsing womanhood. You long to know what it feels like to orgasm upon his throbbing member as his fertile seed pushes deep into your churning depths. You wonder if you would be a worthy mother to his children if that were to be the result of your lovemaking. You have even fantasized about how it would feel to have that same experience deep wit in your rectum. To know what it would feel like to have him pierce your tender buttocks with his large and throbbing member. You long to know what it would feel like as he rode you deep within your clenching buttocks until he found his release deep within your bowels.

These and many other thoughts have been a plague to your tender mind, have they not? And in the sorrow of your mind they have seemed just as bad in your eyes and heart. Since your first kiss was with a classmate of yours, (Kaolla-Su's friend wasn't it? Or was it Kaolla herself?) You have also dreamed of sharing your love with some of the other girls of the Hinata. Kaolla-Su, Motoko, yes and even Naru have become the objects of your lust. They have all been a part of your lustful fantasies. Every woman of the Hinata has been apart of your lustfully vivid dreams at least once, haven't they not? The only person at Hinata that has not aroused such feelings in you has been Keitaro's aunt, Haruka and rightfully so. All of the girls radiate a beauty that has been brought out by my grandson. And all of them share desires similar to your very own.

Yes my dear I know of your desires. As I know the desires of everyone at the apartments. I also know that you would never betray Naru in such a deplorable fashion. Your friendship with Naru means just as much to you, as your deep and abiding love for my grandson does.

But I have a light for you at the end of that dreary and depressing tunnel that seems to be engulfing your mind and world.

The tea I have brewed each of you is in truth a very powerful potion. It is made using the old knowledge. The old magic if you will. I brewed it for each of you girls and Keitaro. When you drink of it you will find that your deepest and innermost desires will begin coming to pass.

The love you have for Keitaro might just be fulfilled within the tiny vial I have left you. If you will place your faith in me one last time my little one I will see to it that the loneliness that you have feared for so long shall never be realized. I will see to it from the other side that our little family stays together for as long as time will allow.

But the one thing that you must understand is this. If you drink my little potion you will NEVER have Keitaro to just yourself. You will have to share him with all of the girls currently at the Hinata. But I have the feeling that that is far from being disagreeable to you. Is it? I must close this letter with my fondest wishes for you. I hope that any endeavor on my part to help you will not be misconstrued. So have courage my dear. All will work out for the best in the end. I will trust in your love for everyone to help me see things through.

All of my love, `Grandma Hina'

When she had finished the letter there was once again tears filling Shinobu's eyes. But this time they were tears of joy. The slim hope that she would get to be with Keitaro even once had filled her heart with an enormous measure of gladness. She wanted to sing the praises of the old woman who had made the joy possible. Only the early morning hour prevented her from doing just that.

Happily she clutched the now crackling scroll to her breasts. Bowing her head she gave thanks to the Kami, who would grant her such a great blessing. She then placed the scroll back on the table and, once again, picked up the vial.

Turning it over and over in her hands she now enjoyed the soft flickers of light that emanated from the liquid within. A smile born of true bliss coated her face as she made her decision. She would trust the old woman. And even if she never got to express the emotional and physical love she felt for Keitaro. It would be well worth the chance.

And if the vial contained a poison it would be worth the end of the pain that was causing her nightmares.

Pulling hard at the crystal stopper Shinobu broke the seal that held the vial closed and took a deep sniff from it. The smell was nearly overpowering. It smelled strongly of roses and two other scents. The first was easy; it was the smell of the hot springs. The second scent was a little harder to place. Then she figured it out it smelled like Keitaro.

`Yes its Keitaro, it has to be.' Shinobu thought to herself. It smelled like Keitaro does on a spring day after tending the lawns. Keitaro after he had finished cleaning the hot springs. Keitaro after he had spent all night studying. The visions of the man she now admitted to herself that she loved more than anything or anyone else on the planet flooded her mind with increasing force.

As the visions kept pouring through her reeling senses Shinobu tipped the vial to her lips and drank it down. It took her a minute after she had drunk the potion for her to realize what had happened. But by the time her mind could comprehend what was happening, a new and wholly unexpected sensation began flooding throughout her body. When she finally figured out what it was she was caught completely off guard.

SHE WAS HORNY!

She gently lifted her nightgown to see if it was true, and she found that it was that same fluid that she had found there night after night when she awoke from her nightmares. And it was starting to drip increasingly from her taut, virginal tunnel.

As she ran her hand over her puffy and swollen mound of her bluish, black pubes an electric thrill shot up from the base of her spine and lodged itself somewhere within the depths of her mind. Her heart began to beat ever faster and Shinobu felt like it was going to burst from her chest at any minute.

As Shinobu continued to run her nervous fingers through the never before explored cleft between her legs, her scant garments began to ride up slowly upon her hips until she was naked from the waist down. So absorbed was she in discovering and pleasuring herself Shinobu never even noticed it. Faster and faster she rubbed herself until her womanly node made its first introduction to her and the world when she rubbed her fingers over it.

When this finally occurred she felt a spasm of electric pleasure that shot though her that was so fierce, it threatened to overcome her vulnerable senses.

When this first orgasmic tremor settled back down to just a pleasurable hum Shinobu drew up her nightgown up and over her head and tossed it aside.

Alone on the kitchen floor she began to give her breasts some ministrations for the first time in her young life. Her only intent was in giving herself pleasure. Never before had she felt so good just from touching herself. In fact every time she or one of the boys she had dated had touched her womanly globes all they felt was tender to the touch. She rubbed her palms in small circles on those globes now. Sometimes she would go slowly, other times she would rub with great vigor. Then she adjusted her ministration to just her fingers until she was tweaking just the nipples themselves. She rubbed, twisted and pulled them until they were as erect as her now throbbing clit.

Returning her hand to the folds of her damp center she poked a finger in experimentally. Finding the sensation to her liking she kept up with this treatment until she found it lacking, even aching for what her body truly desired. Looking around the kitchen for something that could help ease her unknown need she spotted an uneaten cucumber from her snack on the edge on the table. Seeing it lying there she reached up and grabbed the slightly cold piece of fruit in her quaking hand.

Guiding that green phallus down Shinobu rubbed it along her quivering opening until it was liberally coated in her body's own pungent sauce. And once it was thoroughly covered she slid the thing gingerly into = her waiting canal. Pushing slowly she stuffed it deeper into her seething= box. Deeper and tighter she still pushed. Until she felt that it had pushed up against the blockage about two inches into her cinnabar cave, her hymen. It was only inside over her about and inch or two but it felt like so much more to Shinobu. She was tempted to cram the thing past her intact maidenhead and deep into her cavity as it would go, but a single thought prevented her.

`Keitaro.'

`Keitaro would probably like to know I saved myself for him. It would make him happy if I gave my virginal blood to him. And it would defiantly be worth it for me to feel him take it. To prove my love for him I will save it.

When this though entered her mind Shinobu backed off with her strokes. Still she kept the now thoroughly sopping cucumber stuffed into her box. Carefully she moved it back and forth within her steaming slit. On and on she kept on thrusting while she writhed in pleasure on the bare linoleum. As her tempo sped back up to a frantic pace she began to imagine that it was Keitaro's tool that was plumbing her now dripping tunnel. She thought about what she would say when he was pounding that long hard shaft inside of her. The pleasure she would give him when the first opportunity presented itself. And then her orgasm hit.

It flooded her system with endorphins and made her feel as if she had never felt good before in her life. It shattered her sense of self. She had become everything. She was the plant that she was using to give herself the pleasure. She was the linoleum that was under her buxom ass, and it was now covered in a generous amount of her fluids. She was the table which she was now almost completely under. All of the buildings and grounds were now part of her, and her mind reveled in the thought.

As the potent feelings began to subside in her a new and perverted thought entered her mind. Slowly removing the cucumber from her still trembling young body she began to smile.

Lifting it to her lips she opened her mouth and slowly licked it from base to tip. When the taste of her fluids of pleasure did not displease her taste buds she licked it again. She imagined it to be Keitaro's shaft once again and continued to lick up and down the now warm phallus. Then letting herself relax she opened her mouth and let it slide whole into her throat.

Bobbing the shaft in and out of her mouth she gave her first practice blowjob to the softening, but firm piece of fruit. Stretching out on her belly she bobbed her head up and down on the now soggy cucumber. Then wanting to be able to please Keitaro with he ability's when the time came she allowed it to slide deep in her gullet. It was then she gagged. She tried and tried but she could not get the penis stand in to go any deeper without discomfort. But she kept on trying. The erstwhile cock was just about falling apart when she finally managed to slide it deep into her throat without too much discomfort.

Wanting to see if she could do the same thing with something a little firmer she got up off of the floor and went over to the refrigerator and looked inside. Looking around she was beginning to get frustrated when she saw what she was looking for, a carrot.

It was about ten inches long and about two inches around at the base. Quickly she closed the icebox and returned to her seat on the floor. Stroking and licking the carrot as she had the cucumber she made sure that there was plenty of spittle covering it then she slid it down her neck.

She had slid it down until she had just enough room at the base to hold onto it. Silently crowing in triumph Shinobu jammed the veggie in and out of her clutching throat. Until she required air at which she pulled it from her mouth and took a bite. Smiling to herself she thought gleefully. `At least I should be able to give him some pleasure as one of his lovers.' Then upon looking around and seeing the mess she had made in the kitchen she quickly cleaned up the sticky and pungent puddle on the floor and disposed of the last of her snacks and collected her nightgown When all of that was completed she crept upstairs and back into her room. Once inside she laid herself down upon her futon and fell asleep with a smile on her face for the first time in weeks. She knew as she dosed off that she would sleep dreamless for quite some time.