Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Nest ❯ Happy Are The Plans That Go Awry...Sometimes ( Chapter 32 )

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Love Hina; if I did I wouldn’t be wondering if I were going to make my rent payments some months. Secondly, I warn readers that this story contains graphic depictions of violence and sexual situations. Parents are strongly urged not to allow underage persons to read this fanfic.

A.N. I have already given one plotline away at the behest of my readers; I do NOT plan to do so again. Part of the joys of reading is discovering just what the author has planned for his or her characters. Secondly I do apologize again for the wait on this chapter. Do to my computer completely crashing I am without a means to type and upload on a regular basis once again. I thank all of my fans that have given me the time to work out my technical problems. (A new computer is only a year away. YIPPEE)

Keitaro was still somewhat stunned from the assassin’s attack as Motoko and Tsuruko lead him off to Kaolla’s makeshift lab in the caves. It wasn’t the way he wanted something like that to go and his demeanor and bearing made it totally obvious. After Kaolla scraped his skin for whatever the assassin left behind he slouched dejectedly towards the small hotel and crammed himself into his futon.

His thoughts were a kaleidoscope of negative thoughts as he mentally derided himself for having to be protected once again by his girls. ‘What kind of man just lies there while the women he loves pummel his attackers? Anyone else would have stood up to the bitch, but nooo, I just lay there like a bump on a log as they risk their lives for me. I will never understand why they fell in love with me. After all, I am nothing but a wimp and a coward.’

Several minutes passed as his inner male bashed his brains in for his lack of chivalry. He didn’t even hear the door open as two of the girls entered his room to see what was wrong with their man. He didn’t even know that they were standing there listening to him berate and scold himself for his lack of character. He didn’t even understand the danger he had put himself in until he felt a stinging blow snap against his cheek.

“Now can you hear me?”

Stunned, he looked up into the angry faces of Haruka and Tsuruko. Thinking that they might be angry with him for not assisting them in the fight, he hung his head in shame.

“Yes Haruka-san, I can hear you now.”

“Haruka-san, since when have you called me Haruka-SAN? I thought I was your Haru-CHAN?” his cousin asked plaintively.

“Since I am unable to protect any of you from the dangers you’re facing. Since I lay there like a coward from our attacker while you, Tsuruko, Motoko and Kanako had to defend us from certain doom. Since I am useless as a…a man.” The erstwhile man said as he began sobbing into his pillow once again.

“Keitaro-sama, would you say that the woman who attacked us was trained to do her job well?”
“Yes Tsuruko, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing. What is more frightening is she took so much pleasure in doing it.”

“Very good Kei-kun. Now how much training have you had in dealing with combat situations?”

“Very little Tsu-chan, I really wasn’t exposed to any kind of combat until Mo-chan started insisting that I become her sparring partner so that she could practice your family style.”

“Now considering that, how many of us girls did it take to bring that braggart down?”

“It took four of you.”

“That is correct, it took four seasoned warriors to bring down a foe that otherwise would have destroyed us all. And when she first appeared, what was her first attack?”

“I am not exactly sure, the first thing I saw after the explosion was her striding out of the smoke. Then after she talked a bit, then the fight went so fast that I could barely follow it.”

“That explosion was her first attack Kei-kun. It was a stun grenade meant to disable and disorient her opponents. If it were not for the intense training the four of us had, oh yes and Mutsumi, we all would have been dead. You have just sat there and admitted to us, just this moment that the she-devil assassin was both well trained and equipped. She had the drop on us and attacked first. So, what makes you think that an untrained man, however noble his thoughts, would be able to take down an armed killer that was trained to do a lot of damage in a short period of time?”

“I…ummm.”

“Keitaro, you are the sweetest man we know, and that is why we love you,” Haruka said, as she smiled sweetly at him and pulled him to her breast. “However you need to realize that five of the women who are currently with you have been trained to deal with situations like this, you have not. One of the reasons your mother hasn’t had a real place in our family is she refused to allow you to be trained in the family style. If you had been allowed to learn it when you were younger, you might have been able to overcome her attack the way we did. As it was, you were still very conscious when she made her appearance, and that shocked her. You were her intended target and that almost scared her. She threw that grenade right at your feet and you were still able to look her in the eye. Her speech wasn’t intended to buy us time to mount a defense, and it wasn’t meant to scare us further. It was meant to talk her courage up. She needed to hear herself say how good she was after seeing you glaring up at her in defiance. She knew that she had overestimated you and it had cost her both her surprise advantage…and her pride. It eventually cost her victory as well. Now get up. Shinobu is serving a snack in the tearoom and insists on everyone being there.”

It was a quiet and very thoughtful group that gathered in the small tearoom. Tears were visible in every set of eyes and the only girl not present was Kaolla, who was supposedly out trying to find a cure for the toxin the assassin had used on them. Keitaro made the rounds dutifully hugging and comforting each of the girls present, spending extra words on the four who were possibly pregnant. He knew that it was pointless to do so, but it made him feel better. The girls, for their part seemed to be stoically accepting their fate. The palpable tension of sorrow could not only be seen and felt; it could almost be tasted as well. It left them unfulfilled even with a master cook like Shinobu covering the meal preparations.

The mood of our favorite looser was deteriorating fast as he watched his girls. Motoko and Tsuruko were muttering something about paying the local yakuza lord a meaningful visit. The bloodlust showing in there eyes sent shivers down his spine. Naru spent most of her time leaning into Mutsumi’s bounteous bust and crying. Normally, Keitaro would have been turned on by the sight, but the sorrow of the situation prevented it. The most bazaar point of the situation was Mitsuné; her usual slothful self had been replaced by a working maniac. Kaolla had said she was farther from the attack than the rest of the girls, but even that would not explain the maniac pace she was setting.

Just when he thought things couldn’t get any more bizarre, Kaolla suddenly leapt through the doorway wearing what looked like a giant fire extinguisher on her back, and with a yell of “Banzai!” she began spraying the room with what looked like purple fog.

“Kaolla what on earth do you think you are…” Haruka's rant was cut of as Kaolla turned the nozzle on her and sprayed her right in the face.

From that point on, it was utter chaos. Kaolla went around the room spraying everyone randomly. Motoko tried to grab her from behind, only to get a face full of purple slime. Tsuruko got caught as she tried to make her escape out the window, and Shinobu just stood there in shock when Kaolla kissed her warmly then hosed her down in the viscous fluid. Keitaro’s attempt at escape was cut off when he tried to crawl under the table towards the doorway. Just when he thought he had a clear shot at escaping Kaolla’s head suddenly appeared from above the table and he was soon coated in what seemed to be purple syrup.

Keitaro slogged his way out from under the large table just in time to Mitsuné backed unto a corner and summarily hosed down. Mutsumi was next and even though she had tried to hide behind Tsuruko she soon found herself laying face down in a two inch puddle of purple glue.

It took Motoko to stop the rampage of the young giajin, and if she had known the results of what she was doing she would have thought twice about it. Drawing her sword and moving in behind her she whipped her blade through the hose connected to the tank. The pressurized contents, finding themselves freed of their confines suddenly burst from the tank in a volcanic eruption and everyone, and everything was soon covered completely in a thick coat of whatever it was Kaolla had put in the tank.

“What in heaven or earth do you think you were doing Kaolla?” Haruka bellowed as she tried to wipe several inches of what looked like purple Jell-O from her eyes. “Just what in the nine hells was in that stuff anyway?”

“You asked Kaolla to get the antidote for the nerve poison that bitch used against us and I did. Her poison was meant as a double attack we all both inhaled it and it got on our skin it was a two edged sword meant to completely immobilize us. The only thing that saved us was the fact it landed in the water at Kei-kun’s feet. If it had landed on solid ground all of our functions would have ceased, including breathing. Her gas also had a slow acting neurotoxin that was meant to eventually destroy our brain functions. My antidote had to be inhaled and coated all over the skin. Otherwise the poison would have eventually killed us all besides my formula will also protect the babies from any further attempts at poisoning with her type of gas.”

“Ok. Kaolla, I am sorry I yelled at you. However if you had walked in and explained everything first instead of roaring around like a lunatic we would have all complied with what was necessary, we didn’t have to make a mess of the tearoom and each other in order to reverse what she had done, did we?’

“I guess not Haruka-san, but this way was more fun.”

This outlandish statement sparked off a chain reaction. As Haruka looked into the young blondes eyes and saw the mischievous gleam there she started to laugh. Mitsuné soon followed her example, her guffaws ringing from somewhere deep inside her. Naru and Mutsumi joined in next, giggling like schoolgirls over a crush. The dignified Aoyama sisters tried to hold it in but were unable to first they started chortling, then they were on they floor, rolling and laughing uncontrollably. Shinobu’s bell-like laugh soon joined in. Keitaro’s throaty laugh soon followed. The last to laugh was Kanako, and although she tried her best to remain calm and in control of herself, the hilarity of the moment was too much and her soft hissing giggle soon joined in with the other’s riotous laughter.

For fifteen minutes or more the assembled group laughed and fell over each other as the tension of the last few days took hold and then seemed to melt away. They knew that they were in quite a precarious situation, what with the remodeling of the properties and knowing that the headhunters hired by somebody were out to ruin Keitaro and anyone near him. This healing laughter had its effect; soon everyone was bunched tightly together on the couch smiling in silence as they held one another comfortingly.

Going their separate ways for the night, or so they thought, they all found themselves in the shower together by the springs. No longer pretending false modesty the all began to disrobe at once and took great pleasure in ogling one another’s assets. Compliments were traded back and forth and to Keitaro’s chagrin most were aimed at him. From his commanding way of making love to the softness of his heart the girls took great pains to see his embarrassment levels reach uncharted new levels.

After the water had long turned cold they were still frolicking and trading good natured jibes at one another. Until Kanako yawned widely and declared it time for bed, Taking Keitaro’s arm in hers she announced to the audience in general that her onii-chan was going to tuck her in tonight and then she turned to Tsuruko “I will send him to you as soon as we have a little chat.”

The only thing that puzzled Keitaro was when Tsuruko replied to leave a little something for her.

As Kanako drug him off in the direction of the teahouse, Keitaro wondered if anyone could see them as they were both still naked.

Kanako was tired, specifically tired of waiting. Tonight, no matter who else he was with he was going to be hers for at least an hour.

He was following without resistance, but to her each step felt as if she was wading through molasses. She could feel her heart hammering inside her chest so strongly that she could swear that her onii-chan could feel it through the connection of their hands. Up to the second floor of the teahouse to the sunny room she had been given since her injuries. She whipped Keitaro into the room and closed the door. After double checking that it was securely locked she pounced. Her lips found his like a snake would find a rat. Unerringly they homed in on his and pried them open so that she could dart her tongue into the depths of his mouth. Her hands wandered of their own accord, roaming over the vast expanse of his back only to dip down and squeeze the taught flesh of his buttocks. She was on fire and she knew the only way she would be able to douse the flames this time was to actually make love to her precious onii-chan. He had always been there for her and now she was going to show him that no matter what she would always be there for him.

Keitaro for his part just seemed to go along for the ride. He knew what she wanted and he had gotten over whatever qualms he might have had about making love to his step-sister days ago. He knew that sometime later that she would probably want him to take full command of the situation, but this time he sensed that she needed to be the one in control.

The fire in Kanako’s belly was now a roaring inferno. The blaze that had been smoldering for years had exploded with such intensity that one would wonder if she had lost all sense of self, if they could read her mind. This normally serious woman/child was purely engrossed on what she wanted to accomplish. Breaking their kiss for the first time in what seemed like hours; she pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes. Kanako was amazed at the amount of love she saw there. Four short years ago she would have settled for his lust, but she had learned her life’s lesson now matter what physical attraction she might have held for him in the past, nothing compared to the soft and tender emotion she saw shining in his eyes at this very moment. Reaching down she ran a single fragile looking finger up and down his turgid length.

“I have waited for this night for to many years onii-chan. Until this night I would have raped you to tie you to me. I wanted you to be mine and mine alone. Now that I have your love, I will never let you go again. You might not be all mine, so I will say you are all ours.” With that statement she dropped to her knees and got her first good look at his phallus since she gave him that secretive night blow-job so many years ago.

He was so much thicker than before that she wondered whether or not she would be able to accommodate him within her mouth, however her mind was made up and without so much hesitation she began wetting him down by using long slow strokes with her tongue. Once she thought he was wet enough she opened her mouth as wide as it would go and swallowed his entire shaft in on fell swoop.

Keitaro’s experiences had somewhat prepared him for what was happening mentally. However, physically, there was no way he could prepare for the sudden feeling of having his steel hard rod suddenly massaged by his step-sister’s warm wet throat. He did his best to try and relax, but it was no use. No more than ten full strokes down her hot, salivating mouth and he exploded, sending a river of his seed coursing into her awaiting stomach.

Realizing that her had been on edge every since that attack by that monstrous bitch made Kanako realize that he still had along way to go in controlling his emotions the way she could, outwardly anyway’. Slowly dragging her mouth off of him she took great pains to lightly scrape him with her teeth. She took great delight in seeing his expression as her teeth scraped across the spongy tip of her now softening manhood.

Using a modest and very safe hip twisting throw she tumbled her onii-chan into the futon so that they naturally fell in opposition. With a quick adjustment her dripping crotch was now mere inches from her beloved onii-chan’s mouth. A pitiful whine escaped her throat, but the seemingly involuntarily released sound propelled him into action. She sighed in wanton pleasure as he lightly grazed her moist outer lips with his tongue. Wriggling and panting she breathlessly begged for more and was amply rewarded when she felt him stab his questing oral digit deep into her womanly folds.

Once again Keitaro was amazed at just how different her taste was from the other girls, her juices flowing into his mouth was akin to the nectar of a honeysuckle plant, very sweet and refreshing. And unlike the honeysuckle, the more he lapped and sucked at her womanly flower the more nectar she seemed to produce.

Kanako was in heaven. After years of dreaming and scheming her beloved onii-chan was actually making love to her. Taking care not to over stimulate him the way she had giving him a blow job, Kanako poured all of her heart into giving him the most pleasure she could. This wonderful man who had made her life worth living for so long was finally hers. Even after all of the times she had betrayed him he was still willing to forgive her, to give her a second chance at happiness. She loved the feel of his manly beam in her hand. She loved the sensation of power it gave her as it throbbed and pulsed every time she stoked it. She knew as well that she had been addicted to the taste of his fertile spend since she was twelve so nothing had really changed there. Her thoughts carried her away into a mystic dreamland when she felt Keitaro’s dexterous tongue prod her maidenhead.

Despite the years of grueling physical training she had been through, the thin membrane was still stretched out across the channel that led to her womb. She and granny Hina had both wondered why she hadn’t torn it from the start. The doctors told them that she had lots of skin there and she wouldn’t actually tear it until she became sexually involved. This thrilled her to no end, knowing that now matter what else she did she would definitely be able to give Keitaro a sampling of her virgins blood if he so wanted it.

Keitaro was in heaven. His step-sister’s juices were flowing into his mouth so forcefully that he thought he might drown. When he took the bud of her clit in his mouth she screamed and toppled over the precipice. Her orgasm was so fierce that he had to use both hands to keep her locked over his mouth.

Kanako’s first orgasm given to her while her brother, and now lover, was awake was more fulfilling that any she had previously experienced with him. Her vision blurred into a cacophony of fireworks and her ears buzzed from the amount of blood throbbing through her temples. She knew now that her wise old grandmother had been right, when she had tried seduction by night all she wanted was more of the same. However, now that she had experienced making love to him while he was willing and participating, there was no comparison.

Once her quivering muscles calmed back down she rolled herself off of her paramour and turned around to look him in the eyes. Taking a deep breath to settle her anxious nerves she decided to reveal her long awaited desire.

“Kei-kun I admitted before that I had taken advantage of you in your sleep. You were always so kind to me and even though it started so innocently I could not help but become addicted to the smell and feel of your body. I would have loved to have had your children long before now, but granny Hina was correct, we both had a lot of growing to do. You are the only one I have ever wanted to be with, and if I have to share you with the other girls I will gladly do so, besides I found out a couple of days ago that sharing with them gets me other…perks. Now I know that you are worried about how we are all going to get along financially once the children start arriving, buy I don’t want you to worry about that. I want you to concern yourself with getting me pregnant…NOW!”

With that the petite devil girl swung her leg over to straddle his hips and deftly reached down to guide his erection to her waiting flower. Wriggling and moaning from the sensation, Kanako could barely concentrate on fulfilling her fondest dream. Then her outer lips gave way and the broad head of his cock slipped into her channel taking another deep breath to steady herself she squirmed and thrashed herself lower until she felt a sharp pain as the tip of his spear made contact with her virginities weak guardian. Tears welled up in her eyes from pure joy as she looked into those eyes of the man she had waited so long for. The lifting her hips up she let his member slowly from her body until just the head was lodged within her clutching canal. Then gazing once more into the depths of his eyes she forced her hips down. Her weak barrier that she had hated for so long didn’t stand a chance. The broad point of his phallus tore through it and continued on until it pressed up against her cervix and she could feel his balls resting in the crack of her tight little ass.

When his beautiful sister hesitated in what she was doing, Keitaro thought she might have changed her mind then, very suddenly, his shaft was completely swallowed by a clutching warm, moist glove. The suddenness of the change was too much for the mentally overstimulated man and his spasming prick belched several potent wads of sperm directly into her waiting womb. Even then, his turgid member refused to deflate. After coaxing two loads from him in less than half an hour his sister’s enthusiasm had transferred to him keeping him solid as ever.

“Oh my darling Kei-kun, my beloved onii-chan, I knew that you would be the only man who could satisfy me.”

With that statement she began to raise and lower her hips rhythmically, grinding her swollen clit against his pubic bone with each downward stroke. She was soon taking him deep into her belly in great swooping movements of her hips. Keitaro’s last reserve of patience gave out and he sat up and grabbed his perverted step-sister in a viselike grip to turn them both over. The look on Kanako’s face registered shock at his initiative but she was far from dismayed. In fact as she stared into his lust-filled eyes her greatest dream had come true, Keitaro was now so crazed with lust for her that he could not control his passion any longer. She watched his facial expression as he began to thrust into her moist clutching depths with abandon. She could almost feel his glans pressing into her cervix with each of his nearly violent forward thrusts. He was fucking her so fast that her breasts were bouncing and rolling in time to their lovemaking.

Keitaro seemed to be incapable of speech, in was concentrating so hard on what was his current goal, making his sister scream with pleasure. Kanako however was far beyond him and could not express her emotions other than verbally.

“Oh Kie-kun, Kie-kun, make me yours. Get me pregnant. Oh Kami, I want your baby Kie-kun. Please give me a baby. Oh, I knew it would be…so wonderful. I just…didn’t know how wonderful…it would be. OH KEITARO, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I AM YOUR SLAVE KEI-KUN. I AM YOUR HORNY LITTLE SLAVE. FUCK ME SENSELESS. I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOUR ANNYYYY…”

Without finishing what she was saying she crashed through the barrier of her orgasm that had been building since she decided it was tame for her to claim her spot with him. Wave after wave of mental bliss assaulted her system. Her vaginal muscles gripped and released his invading member so quickly that he too was forced over the edge into the rapturous void, and he forced himself into her depths on last time to spew his fertile seed directly into her waiting womb.

For what seemed like hours they lay there entwined and joined in the most erotic, yet tender way. The sweat of the lovemaking gave their skin a wondrous glow. Their breathing, that had been so frantic over the past hour, slowed to the point of nonexistence. It wasn’t for several minutes that either of them chose, or was even able to speak. Glancing down into the exhausted face of his wild sibling, Keitaro spoke for the first time since their violent lovemaking began.

“My little onee-chan, never again will you ever have to face your nightmares alone. Not only will I always be there for you but so will the rest of the other girls. I hoped one day you would find peace in your heart, I just never thought that Kami would bring that peace in the manner he did. Now that we have sealed ourselves together we shall never be apart. I love you my little Kana-chan and always will. If ever you need me, just concentrate and I will be there as soon as I am able. You do want me still don’t you Kana-chan?”

“I have always wanted you onii-chan. I just never understood why I could never have you until granny Hina left me that letter. I cried for nights afterward thinking that I had destroyed any chance I had at being with you. Then I went after Shinobu’s kidnapers thinking that even if I died I could make up for the terrible things I had done to them, and to you. Then I woke up and Motoko and Mutsumi came and explained something to me. They said that without any one of us you would fail in your destiny. They also mentioned that if I ever went charging of alone like that they would beat me senseless. It seems Motoko was quite upset with me for trying to accomplish things by myself. I am learning why our little family is so strong separately we aren’t much, but together we are able to accomplish what none of us can do alone. I find that the difficulties I have put myself through in life would have been better off if I had only learned to trust other people, especially granny Hina.”

With that said Kanako turned to glance at the clock on the nightstand next to her bed.

“Oh my dear onii-chan, as much as I would love to tie you up and keep you with me for the night I think you had better go join Tsuruko. And I hope you are still able to satisfy her, otherwise she is likely to punish me most severely. I would hate for her to ground me from you. I don’t think I could last more than a couple of days now that I have finally experienced what making love to you is really like.”

So Keitaro got up and made his way down the hall to the room he and Tsuruko had been sharing for the past week. He almost shuddered to himself when he heard his perverted little sister mutter softly something about being tied up and resigned himself to the fact that each of his girls were planning an nothing less than fucking him to death. He knew they loved him but he could see himself laid out for his funeral still bearing the erection that killed him. Each of the girls murmuring to each other how wonderful he had been and impressive he still was, even in death.

Then, even though the thoughts running through his head were still far from organized, Keitaro started wondering how he was going to care for the many children the girls were planning on having and weather or not this mess with the yakuza, or whomever was behind this mess would even be over.

“At least for now we have a little peace, and Tsu-chan can give a really good massage. Yep, I really need one of her massages right now, that and other things.” Keitaro said to himself as he made his way down the hall and thought about what it would be like with Kaolla tonight. The thought of her using her incalculable energy in carnal pursuit made our reluctant Romeo very tired.

Then bracing himself to the inevitable he opened the door. To great the two girls who were sharing him for the night. His surprise was when he saw a third woman in the room with his girls, one dressed in a sharp Italian suit.

“Ah, so good of you to join us Keitaro-sama. Now sit with us while I instruct you as to why you will soon be dead. I am known simply as the shark and unfortunately for you, you have become my latest victim.”

With utter fear and loathing Keitaro tremblingly moved into the room to join the mysterious woman who seemed to have done the impossible, she moved Kaolla to utter silence…