Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Trinket ❯ The Trinket ( Chapter 1 )
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By: hawker_748 
The night before the final battle with Tsuruko, Motoko finds an old trinket that changes everything...
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.07.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 9.5K | Visits: 11.6K | Status: Completed
The night before the final battle with Tsuruko, Motoko finds an old trinket that changes everything...
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.07.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 9.5K | Visits: 11.6K | Status: Completed
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Love Hina:
The Trinket
“I told you to drop it!” Motoko shoved Keitaro away, setting off the bombs he was carrying. She turned and ran, confused by what she was thinking, startled by the pain in her heart she’d felt upon seeing Keitaro and Naru getting along so well together. She had to stay focused, tomorrow morning she’d have to fight her sister for the right to live as a warrior.
Motoko had leapt into a tree and was resting in the crook of its branches, trying to regain her center. As her breathing slowed down, she found herself coming to a realization. ‘I haven’t felt like this since my sister got married. That could only mean…’ “…I like Urashima? That’s just… not possible.” She stared up at the nearly full moon for some time, before she hopped down from the tree, knowing that she needed to get some sleep, and that dozing in a tree wouldn’t help her.
She made her way back to her ancestral home, and returned to her room, which had been her old room when she was growing up. She’d planned on going to bed early and being well rested for the fight tomorrow, but a strange feeling of nostalgia caused her to go to her closet and look through some of her old things that were still stored there. ‘Where is it? I didn’t throw it out, so it should still be… There it is!’ ‘It’ was an old shoebox, which she’d used to store her most precious things when she was a little girl. She hadn’t opened it in almost eight years, but being at home again was making her sentimental.
Opening it, she felt warmed to notice that everything she’d cherished was still in there. The pictures of her mother and father, some shells she’d collected when she was five years old at the seashore, the dried out flower that she’d been given when she was in kindergarten by that nervous classmate. Motoko couldn’t remember his name for the life of her, but she remembered feeling both embarrassed and happy that he’d given it to her. She felt herself smiling as she went through all of these things, remembering when she’d collected them all, when an object in the bottom corner caught her eye.
A simple necklace with a small pendant. Her grandmother had given that to her when she was… four? Five? She honestly wasn’t sure, but she’d remembered hearing that it could bring luck when things were at their bleakest. ‘And things are looking really bleak right about now…’ The pendant was circular, with a hole in it like a five yen coin, but it looked like it was made of black glass, and it almost glowed from within with an internal fire.
It was quite breathtaking, and Motoko found herself staring into its ebony depths for some time. She started to put it back in the box, but she hesitated. ‘Brings luck, huh? Well, I’m willing to try anything at this point…’ She undid the chain and fastened it behind her neck, pulling a few stray strands of her hair free. ‘Don’t feel any luckier, maybe it… was… only…’
Motoko’s musings died off as she felt herself get warm, a pleasant feeling that started in the pit of her stomach and slowly spread out to encompass her entire body. She also started to feel… energized, for lack of a better term. The fatigue and tension she’d been feeling melted away, replaced by a supreme sense of comfort and well-being. She could feel her heart rate speeding up and that her face was flushed, but the experience was entirely pleasant. Her senses seemed to be heightened; she could feel every stitch of clothing she was wearing gently rubbing against her skin, could hear her heart beating, and she could smell the scent of her own skin and hair.
Motoko felt as if she didn’t have a care in the world, as a feeling of sereneness washed over her. The only problem she had was that she couldn’t share this feeling with others, and she felt a compulsion to find someone to share the experience with. Without hesitation, she walked out of her room, and started wandering through the hallways, searching for someone, it didn’t matter who.
“Ahh… Motoko-chan. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Tsuruko asked. “Tomorrow is a big day for you. If you fail to defeat me, you‘ll be married to Urashima…”
Motoko turned around, and a blissful smile came over her face. “Hello sister. Don’t worry, I’m feeling fine…” Motoko had always admired and idolized Tsuruko; she was so confident, proud, graceful, gorgeous… Motoko’s smile faltered briefly at that last thought. ‘Why did I think that? I-I guess I never noticed just how lovely she is. Her face, her hair… Wait… Should I be thinking like that?’ she wondered. ‘Why not, it’s true… Her husband’s a lucky man…’ Without consciously thinking about it, Motoko started walking slowly towards her older sister.
Tsuruko realized that the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. ‘Is she planning a surprise attack?’ She’d heard from Naru about their attempts to blindside her which had gone awry, and she wondered if this was another one. She didn’t sense any hostility from Motoko, and she didn’t think that she was devious enough to attack when she looked so… peaceful. “Is something wrong Motoko-chan?” It felt wrong for her to be so supremely calm in light of tomorrow.
“Nothing at all,” Motoko replied, before she embraced her older sister and rested her head on her chest, sighing contentedly.
After a second’s hesitation, Tsuruko returned the hug, feeling foolish for suspecting that something was wrong. In spite of all that was happening, Tsuruko truly loved her younger sister, and if she was willing to take steps to bring them closer together, then she… she… she wasn’t just hugging her, ‘Was that a nuzzle?’ “Um… Motoko-chan?” Tsuruko suddenly went pale when her little sister slid one of her hands down her back and onto her rear, giving it a little squeeze.
Mindless of the shock her actions were invoking, Motoko tightened her embrace, continuing to nuzzle her head against her sister’s chest. ‘She’s so soft, why didn’t I ever try this before?’ she wondered. The rational part of her mind was going absolutely ballistic, demanding to know what the hell she was doing, but the experience was so unexpectantly pleasant that she found it easy to ignore the nagging doubts about her actions.
Torn between feeling astonishment that Motoko was capable of such a diabolical act, and disgust at herself for dropping her guard, Tsuruko very nearly had a stroke when she felt Motoko gently kiss her at the base of her neck. She could have lashed out, even without her sword, and easily have broken free, but some compulsion stayed her hand, and she felt herself involuntarily shuddering from the kiss. ‘What-what’s happening…? Has she lost her mind?! And… and why aren’t I fighting back? This isn’t right, but… but I can’t bring myself to resist!’
When Motoko slowly slid her tongue along her collarbone, Tsuruko couldn’t stop herself from moaning. She realized, with equal amounts of arousal and horror, that she was considering lifting her sister’s chin and kissing her on her beautiful, soft lips. She felt her right hand moving to grasp Motoko’s chin, when the sound of breaking glass reached her ears, momentarily clearing her head.
Keitaro had been planning to go to bed early to be rested for the morning, but he’d been thirsty, so he got a glass of ice tea from the fridge and was on his way to his room, idly wondering if he should visit Motoko and try to give her some more words of encouragement. Lost in thought about what he’d say to her, Keitaro turned the corner, and dropped his drink in shock, the sight before his eyes the most unbelievable thing he’d ever seen, and that included all the zaniness he’d experienced at Hinata House.
Motoko and Tsuruko were locked in an embrace that was anything but sisterly. Motoko had a firm grip on her older sister, and was unabashedly kissing up the side of her neck, while Tsuruko’s expression was a mixture of arousal and panic. She didn’t seem to be sure of herself, and while she wasn’t groping Motoko in response, she wasn’t shoving her away either. ‘What the hell?’ Keitaro asked himself. ‘Is she trying to distract her?’ It seemed to be he only logical explanation to the shocked manager, but he wondered why she wasn’t pushing an attack. ‘Tsuruko certainly looks rattled,’ he noticed with an odd sense of detachment.
Tsuruko then met his gaze, and the look of relief on her face was obvious. “U-Urashima…” she whispered hoarsely. “H-help…”
Shaken out of his stupor by the desperation in her voice, Keitaro strode over as quickly as his cast would allow. Not knowing what else to do, he pried Motoko’s right arm off of her sister, and pulled on it, causing her to take her lips off Tsuruko’s throat and look at him. “Motoko? What the hell are you doing?” Keitaro blurted out, not able to think of any subtle way to ask.
“Keitaro,” Motoko purred happily, giving him a blissful smile that he found unnerving… and intriguing. “I think that the two of us staying together would be a better idea.” Before a startled Keitaro could reply, she pulled on his arm and crushed her lips against his, kissing him hungrily.
Keitaro felt an instinctive urge to pull back in shock, but with every second that passed, he found it harder to give himself the order to do it. He could hear his own heart racing, and the feel of Motoko’s lips, and then her tongue when she forced it between his lips, was incredible. ‘But, but what about Naru?’ he thought to himself, before his ideas of resisting were completely shut down.
Now that her sister was occupied with Keitaro, Tsuruko took a second to catch her breath. ‘I didn’t think that she felt so passionate about Keitaro…’ she mused. Although she would admit that he was kind of good looking without his glasses, and that he was pretty brave trying to challenge her, and that his butt was kinda cute… ‘I-I shouldn’t think like this, I-I’m married…’ But her husband was always away on business, he was only home a week every few months or so, and she was so lonely sometimes…
Besides, Motoko was more interested in being a warrior, right? She wasn’t really that interested in Keitaro, so she shouldn’t object. Had Tsuruko been thinking clearly, this logic would have struck her as absurd, but at the moment, it made perfect sense. Placing a hand on both Keitaro and Motoko, she separated them without any subtlety, and then she sidled up to Keitaro and kissed him without hesitation.
Keitaro barely had time to think about the abrupt end of his kiss with Motoko before Tsuruko took her place. He noticed that their lips both felt and tasted different, not that one was better than the other, but it made him think of having to choose between two different flavors of ice cream. He felt only the barest impulse to resist, that this wasn’t right, before all feelings of resistance died a violent death. From this moment on, no matter what happened, Keitaro would not put up a struggle.
When Keitaro slipped his arms around her and returned the kiss eagerly, Tsuruko felt a surge of triumph. She pulled him tightly against her, grinding herself against him, taking special notice of his erection pushing against her. She was so wrapped up in her kiss, that she was only barely aware that Motoko was now pressed up against Keitaro’s back and kissing the side of his neck. The strange compulsion she had felt earlier was telling her that they needed to go somewhere private, so she broke off the kiss abruptly, pulled Keitaro away from Motoko, and picked him up and effortlessly threw him over her shoulder like a rag doll.
Tsuruko could have brought Keitaro to her own room, but Motoko’s was closer, and since her sister was kissing Keitaro even as she was carrying him, it was obvious that she intended to tag along. She accepted this with surprising ease, not really caring if she had Keitaro by herself or if she had to share. While she was thinking this, she reached Motoko’s room, entered with her in tow, locked the door, and set Keitaro down.
As soon as his feet touched the floor, Motoko latched onto him, kissing him deeply and practically molding her body against Keitaro’s. He broke off the kiss, but immediately moved his lips under her chin, kissing and suckling her flawless, porcelain-like skin. He rubbed his hands up and down her back, slipping one up under her uniform top, amazed by how smooth her skin felt, while his other hand lifted her skirt and placed it on her panty clad rear, gently squeezing. Keitaro heard Motoko moan in response, and she began to grind herself against his groin, causing his already turgid erection to increase in size.
Keitaro’s eyes opened in surprise when he felt Tsuruko pushing herself against his back. Motoko had already done this, but Tsuruko had discarded her hakama and gi while his attention had been held by Motoko. Her breasts were still bound, and she was wearing panties, but he could feel the warmth of her body through her clothes. Moving his lips from Motoko’s neck, Keitaro turned his head and resumed kissing Tsuruko, placing one of his hands behind her head to hold her closer to him. He let out a shuddering groan when she slid her hand between Motoko and himself and placed it on the bulge in his pants, softly fondling it.
Motoko pouted at the interruption in attention from Keitaro, but she decided that it at least gave her a spare moment to undress. She hurriedly pulled her shirt over her head and let her skirt fall to the floor. Without any hesitation she undid the bindings that held her breasts in place, unwinding them until her breasts were exposed to the cool night air. Bending down, she pushed her panties down with her thumbs, letting them slide to the floor, before she stepped out of them, and pressed her naked body back up against Keitaro.
Moaning openly, Keitaro released Tsuruko’s lips and began to kiss Motoko’s breasts. He teased around her areolas with his tongue, never quite making contact with them, listening to Motoko practically whimper in frustration. The two of them held each other as close as possible, Keitaro only dimly aware of the faint rustling as Tsuruko shed the last of her clothing before she reached around him and undid his pants. She paused briefly in her efforts, as if she wasn’t quite sure what she was doing, but she shook her head quickly and cleared away the lingering doubts.
Keitaro pulled his waist back from Motoko to allow Tsuruko to ease down his pants and boxer shorts, his erection springing up as its confinement was ended. He groaned unabashedly when Motoko took it in her hand and gave it a tentative stroke, but he cried out in surprise when Tsuruko abruptly knelt before him and took the head of his prick into her mouth.
Keitaro nearly lost his balance from the sudden stimulation, but Motoko helped him keep his feet. She then grasped the edge of his shirt and tugged it over his head, discarding it carelessly next to his feet. Taking hold of his hands, Motoko helped him sit down on her futon, and action made difficult by his cast and because Tsuruko kept him in her mouth the entire time, gliding her lips up and down the length of his shaft.
Once seated, Motoko eased of Keitaro’s pants and boxers, and then she yanked off his socks. Keitaro laid back and groaned, his eyes losing their focus as Tsuruko kept up her oral assault, her cheeks drawn inward as she drew her head back, his cock coming out of her mouth with a pop, then she placed her tongue at its base and slowly licked up its entire length, before she swirled her tongue around the swollen tip.
Keitaro was gasping, gripping the futon until his knuckles went white. He debated pinching himself, but then he realized that if it worked, and he woke up, he’d never forgive himself. Through half closed eyes, he could see Tsuruko looking wickedly at him, as she trilled her tongue on the tip of his prick. He was even more aroused by the sight, but he did wonder how he was lasting so long.
He closed his eyes and let Tsuruko’s ministrations carry him away, until he felt what appeared to be silk brushing against his chest. Keitaro opened his eyes and found Motoko leaning over him, her luxuriant hair draped on his chest, looking into his eyes, the same blissful smile in place. He reached up and pulled her down to him, crushing their lips together, kissing each other deeply. After a minute, Keitaro broke it off and began trailing kisses down her neck, towards her breasts. Reaching them, he kissed his way around the left areola, then the right, before he took the right nipple between his lips and suckled.
Motoko started cooing softly at the gentle feel of his suckling, and she took his right hand and brought it to her sex, allowing him to feel just how wet she was. She whimpered softly when he traced the edge of her labia with his fingertips, teasing them, but making no effort to go between them. Motoko pushed herself against him, but he still kept his fingers outside her, the sensation maddeningly erotic, but not quite able to stimulate her.
For her part, Tsuruko kept alternating between running her lips along the length of Keitaro’s prick and sucking on his balls, taking one into her mouth and then the other. She could feel him tensing up, and she knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer. Wrapping her lips around the head of his cock once again, she eased her head down slowly, until his entire length was in her mouth. She was practically sopping wet with desire herself, but she still concentrated on giving Keitaro the most memorable experience of his life.
Keitaro would have cried out in pleasure, but he had a mouthful of Motoko’s breasts, their wonderful fullness pressed against his face. He could feel Motoko pushing herself against his hand, trying to get him to touch her more deeply, so he finally relented and eased his forefinger into her pussy. Its warmth and tightness surprised him, and he found himself curious about how he could possibly fit himself into her. Motoko didn’t seem to mind the intrusion though, and she cried out when he carefully slipped a second finger inside her. He pulled most of the way out of her, before he pushed them back in, feeling her liquid warmth on his hand.
He heard Motoko panting, and he could feel himself approach the edge. Keitaro increased the speed of his fingering, now rubbing her clit with his thumbs as well. His breathing was ragged, and he struggled to not clench his teeth with Motoko’s nipple in his mouth. She was moving even faster against him, her eyes glazed over, even as a strange glint appeared in them, and her lips parted in an open mouthed smile. Just as she closed her eyes and let out a hoarse cry, Keitaro felt himself fire off two long jets of his seed into Tsuruko’s mouth, which she swallowed without difficulty. He also noticed a new rush of liquid against his hand as Motoko finished her climax as well.
Motoko slumped against Keitaro, tired but exhilarated by the experience. She kissed him deeply, letting her hair fall over his face, something that he found to be very erotic. Keitaro felt his prick deflating, and Tsuruko pulling back, his now flaccid member slipping from her mouth as she began to kiss her way up his body, spending a minute or so on his nipples, before she pressed her lips to his once and snuggled against him. Keitaro carefully wrapped an arm around each of the Aoyama sisters, savoring the feel of them for a few minutes.
Soon, Motoko began to get restless and she reached down and took hold of Keitaro’s dormant prick. When it twitched in her hand and began to get hard once again, it was difficult to say who was more surprised. ‘Huh? It’s working again? This soon? Yeah, this has to be a dream,’ Keitaro decided. ‘I just hope I don’t wake up for a while…’
Motoko got up onto her hands and knees and began kissing her way down his chest, following a similar path to her sisters. Gently squeezing Keitaro’s cock as it slowly came back to life. Noticing Keitaro’s renewed interest, Tsuruko smiled at him before she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and pushed herself up, giving Keitaro a chance to take a good look at her naked body, causing him to swell up even more. She then gave him an even better view as she placed her left knee next to his head and eased the other knee to the other side, straddling his face and placing her sex less than six inches from his mouth.
Eager to return the favor, and mindful that Tsuruko was the only one who hadn’t gotten off yet, Keitaro lifted his head and extended his tongue towards the junction between Tsuruko’s legs. She eased herself down a little so he didn’t have to crane his neck so much, and Keitaro gently ran his tongue along the exact point where her legs joined, teasing her for a few moments, before he ran it along the edges of her wet lips. At the same moment the tip of his tongue reached Tsuruko’s labia, Motoko’s tongue tickled the head of his cock.
Keitaro gasped out, instinctively pushing up with his hips, wanting to feel Motoko’s mouth on him. Energized, he lifted his head and slipped his tongue between Tsuruko’s pussy lips, finding that she tasted intriguing. Inserting his tongue even deeper, Keitaro started lapping, Tsuruko’s soft, downy pubic hair tickling his nose. She was already wet, but Keitaro soon found his face and chin covered in moisture, Tsuruko’s hands behind his head, pulling him up towards her even as she ground herself against his face. He tried to concentrate on the woman sitting on his face, but Motoko had taken hold of his cock with her right hand, her left squeezing his balls, and licking around the head like it was a lollipop, trying to remember what she had seen her sister do.
Motoko swirled her tongue around the head of Keitaro’s cock, first clockwise then counter clockwise, before she took the head of his shaft into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she stroked the length of his shaft with her hand, using her saliva and the residual amounts of Tsuruko’s to lubricate it. She wasn’t that sure about what she was doing, but she figured that its continued throbbing between her lips, and the muffled moans she could hear from Keitaro, even as he was eating out her sister’s pussy, were signs that she wasn’t doing it wrong.
Keitaro managed to slip his right arm out, and he placed his hand on Tsuruko’s left breast, gently kneading and squeezing it. He felt her rock hard nipple pressing into his palm, and he could hear her ragged breathing. All of his senses were close to being overwhelmed; from his position he could only look up and see Tsuruko writhing on top of him, her eyes unfocused, her face flushed, mouth open, and a look of ecstasy on her face. He could hear her shallow, choppy breaths, and the faint slurping sounds as Motoko sucked his cock. Tsuruko’s scent was overpowering in its intensity, and she tasted… different than he’d expected, but he found that he liked it. Finally, he had Tsuruko’s flawless legs and thighs brushing against his face, and the warm, wetness of Motoko’s mouth, lips, and tongue on his prick.
In contrast to Motoko’s maddeningly slow movements, Keitaro was moving his tongue at a frantic pace, wanting to bring Tsuruko to orgasm as quick as he could. He took her clitoris between his lips and sawed his teeth on it, a thrill passing through him when she closed her eyes and cried out. Releasing her clit, he took one of her swollen labia into his mouth and sucked on it, before Keitaro repeated it with the other one. Tsuruko was now exceptionally wet he noticed, and he had a hard time lapping up everything, and a thin trickle of her moisture ran down both sides of his face.
While Motoko’s technique may have been slow, it was also extremely effective, and Keitaro realized that he was only moments away from climaxing again. He tried to tell her, to warn her, but she either didn’t hear or didn’t care. Willing himself to hold off as long as he could, Keitaro drove his tongue as deep into Tsuruko as he could reach, trying to bring her to her peak as well. Tsuruko was panting openly now, beads of sweat all over her body, and Keitaro saw her clench her teeth and shut her eyes briefly, before she threw her head back, let out a shrill cry, and yanked his head against her pussy so hard it was painful.
With a throaty groan, Keitaro fired off his seed, some of it shooting into Motoko’s mouth, the rest splashing against her cheeks. When Tsuruko let go of his head and moved off of him, Keitaro was at first horrified to see that he’d given Motoko a facial, but before he could stammer an apology, he was shocked, and aroused, to see that she was using her fingers to wipe her face off, and then licking them clean. For a few moments he couldn’t do anything but stare, Motoko’s action making him think of a cat lapping up stray drops of milk. When she finished, all of the while looking him in his eyes, she lapped up the last traces of his semen from his once again flaccid member, smiled at him, and crawled up to kiss him briefly, before she started to clean his face with her tongue. Tsuruko joined her little sister moments later, and the two of them licked his face until it was clean.
When they were finished, they both rested their heads on his chest once again, practically purring in contentment. Keitaro embraced them again, thinking that he should be exhausted, but he felt himself practically thrumming with energy. He turned his head and kissed the top of Tsuruko’s head, then Motoko, noticing that they apparently used the same shampoo. Motoko then turned her body, laced her fingers together, laid them on Keitaro’s chest, and rested her chin on them. “It’s my turn Keitaro,” she whispered huskily.
“Your turn?” he asked. “Your turn for… oh…” Comprehension suddenly struck Keitaro, as he belatedly realized what she meant.
To make sure that Keitaro understood her, Motoko rolled off him and scooted over to the wall by the futon, propped her pillow against it, reclined gracefully, and then spread her legs, and gave Keitaro her best ‘come hither’ look.
Keitaro reluctantly detached himself from Tsuruko’s warm embrace, which made her pout, but she didn’t otherwise object, instead she rolled onto her side, propped up her head on her arm to watch. Keitaro crawled to Motoko, his cast only hampering him a little, kissing her hungrily on the lips, before she sat back and took her right leg in his hands. He softly kissed the top of her foot, prompting a pleased sigh from Motoko, and he started to slowly kiss his way up her leg, marveling at how wonderful they looked and felt. Keitaro had also seen Tsuruko’s legs up close, and if he’d been asked to say who had the better legs, he honestly couldn’t have made a choice.
Keitaro continued to plant tender kisses along Motoko’s leg, reaching about halfway up her inner thigh, when he abruptly broke off. Ignoring Motoko’s protests, Keitaro took her left leg and repeated the process, moving even slower this time, until Motoko was practically begging him to speed up his efforts. Once again halfway up her thigh, Keitaro began alternating kisses from her left thigh to her right and back, gradually moving closer to where her thighs met. Motoko was squirming uncontrollably, and Keitaro could see that she was wetter now than when he’d fingered her.
Eager to sample the favors of another Aoyama, and curious whether Motoko and Tsuruko would taste similar, Keitaro gently kissed Motoko’s labia, once, twice, three times, before he ran his tongue along its length. Motoko let out a moan and slumped against the pillow, sucking on one of her fingers, her eyes tightly closed. Finding that Motoko did taste different than her sister, but still pleasant, Keitaro plunged his tongue deep into Motoko’s pussy, bringing up his right forefinger to gently rub her clit. When Keitaro looked up, he saw Motoko looking down at him, her face twisted into a grimace, and breathing through her mouth.
Through all of the lovely sounds Motoko was making, Keitaro thought he could hear Tsuruko panting faintly, and when he glanced over, he saw that she was watching the two of them, her eyes locked onto him, her head resting on her right elbow, her left hand between her legs, and she was masturbating furiously. Where he might have normally found an audience intimidating, now it emboldened him, and he was excited by the prospect of being watched. He used as motivation to put on the best show that he could, to try and please the both of them at the same time.
Slipping his tongue out of Motoko, Keitaro quickly licked his fore and middle finger, before he slid them into Motoko’s warn, wet passage, moving his lips to her clit. Motoko cried out in response, and like her sister, tried to pull his head closer to her. Sliding his two fingers in and out of Motoko, Keitaro sucked and nibbled on her clit, trilling his tongue over it as fast as he could, and tried not to get hurt when Motoko began bucking her hips up in response. Reaching up with his left arm, Keitaro tenderly pinched Motoko’s erect nipples, first one, then the other, causing her to release a series of shuddering groans.
Glancing back to Tsuruko, Keitaro saw that her eyes were still only on him, even though she was now using her right hand to massage her clit, and she was using her left hand to finger herself, then squeeze her nipples, finally sucking on them, before she returned them between her legs to start the cycle again. Keitaro couldn’t tell who was enjoying it more; Motoko as he ate her out and fingered her, or Tsuruko from simply watching him and playing with herself. When Motoko pushed herself against him most insistently, he resumed his efforts with his tongue, pulling his fingers out of her, and moving them to her clit as he pushed his tongue into her, lapping as if drinking from a stream.
Keitaro could feel himself stirring, but he tried to ignore it, and concentrate on pleasing Motoko, and by extension Tsuruko. ‘Besides, I don’t think I’ll have trouble getting rid of it later,’ he mused. He felt it was getting wetter between Motoko’s legs, and from her panting and the almost pained look on her face, he figured that she just about ready to orgasm. Pausing briefly, and taking a deep breath for the final push, Keitaro shoved his tongue deep inside Motoko’s slick tunnel, pinching her clit with his thumb and forefinger. Motoko tensed up, scarcely breathing, and then she let out a throaty cry and pushed herself against Keitaro’s face, before she slumped back onto her pillow, her climax temporarily sapping all of her strength.
When Keitaro heard Tsuruko moan, he looked over and saw the last bit of her orgasm, and she kept smiling at him as her breathing returned to normal. Keitaro stayed where he was, trying to catch his own breath, and get some feeling back in his tongue. ‘That was… harder than I though it’d be…’ he thought to himself, hearing Motoko’s contented humming as she softly stroked his hair. After a few minutes of recovering his energy, Keitaro pulled himself up and kissed Motoko languidly, noticing that even with her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, she was still beautiful.
She was also still quite winded, and when she noticed his returned erection, she silently mouthed ‘not yet’ to him. Keitaro accepted this, and he secretly felt pleased, as he had a strange compulsion to save Motoko for last, although it was so subtle, he didn’t even realize it consciously. He turned towards Tsuruko, who had pushed herself up into a kneeling position and was looking at him expectantly. Not wanting to disappoint her, he crawled over to her, all of the while silently cursing his cast, and the two of them embraced, kissing each other, as Keitaro’s prick jutted into Tsuruko’s thigh.
After a minute or so of passionate kisses, Tsuruko pulled away and turned her back to Keitaro, and went on all fours, letting him know that she wanted him to take her from behind. Keitaro felt himself grow even harder; this was his favorite position. Well, his favorite to see anyway, as he’d never had sex before, but in the few magazines and DVD’s he’d carefully hidden in his room, brought out only when he was alone, this was his favorite position.
Pausing to wipe the sweat off his forehead and calm himself a little, Keitaro moved behind Tsuruko, not letting something as trivial as a cast stop him, placing his hands on her hips and pushing his hips forward. His aim was poor however, and Tsuruko had to reach back and manually place the head of his cock against her sopping wet lips, moaning even at this light contact. Taking a deep breath, Keitaro tightened his grip on Tsuruko’s hips and thrust himself forward, gasping as he felt himself slip inside Tsuruko, inch after inch pushing into her before his stomach came into contact with her ass.
Almost overwhelmed by the heat and tightness of Tsuruko’s pussy, Keitaro stayed motionless, savoring the feeling of her gripping his cock, and wondering how it could feel any better than this. When he felt Tsuruko fidgeting, Keitaro snapped out of his contemplation and started to do what he’d only heard about. Pulling his hips back slowly, he eased his cock out of Tsuruko until just the head was inside, then he pulled back hard on her hips and thrust himself forward. He gasped at how it felt. ‘So that’s how it gets better,’ he realized. Pulling back and thrusting back in, Keitaro decided to take it easy and not rush things.
It felt better than he could have ever dreamed, even better than having his cock sucked, and he would have absolutely sworn that nothing could surpass that. It was incredible, indescribable, and the urge to abandon all reason and drive into Tsuruko like a wild animal was hard to resist. Certainly, Tsuruko seemed to want him to speed up, as she pushed herself back to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to force himself in even deeper. There was no way Keitaro could penetrate any further, his cock wasn’t going to get any longer, but he could shove himself into her with more force, and so he did, hearing Tsuruko start grunting from his efforts.
Keeping his focus to maintain a rhythm wasn’t easy for Keitaro, and it got even more difficult when he felt Motoko come up behind him and push her amazingly full breasts into his back, reaching around him and gently pinching his nipples. Her warm breath tickled his left ear as she suckled his earlobe, making him moan in pleasure. He loved having his earlobes suckled on; he’d had no idea of that before today, but he’d learned that it was one of his favorite things. Keitaro turned his head and pressed his lips against Motoko’s, their tongues dueling even as Keitaro continued to fuck Tsuruko.
Breaking the kiss, and letting Motoko resume nibbling on his ear, Keitaro leaned forward and placed his hands on Tsuruko’s breasts, squeezing them as he continued to slam into her. Pinching her nipples, Keitaro felt himself start to pant, as his body tensed up in preparation for the inevitable release. Keitaro felt his heart skip a beat when Tsuruko turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder, the wanton look on her face almost making him shoot off at the sight. Feeling her pussy clenching him even tighter, and listening the sexy cries coming from Tsuruko’s lips, Keitaro sped up yet again, determined to push her over the top.
When he was moments away from release, Keitaro felt Motoko move her right hand from his nipple, and reach down under his ass and give his balls a delicate squeeze. Letting out a hoarse cry, Keitaro came, firing off his semen in three long spurts, splashing deep inside Tsuruko, and sloshing up against her cervix. Tsuruko let out a cross between a moan and a scream when Keitaro’s liquid warmth flooded into her, and her arms buckled, causing her to fall face down onto her pillow, whimpering softly.
Keitaro stayed rigid for a few seconds, then he slumped back, feeling completely drained, figuratively and literally. Tsuruko pushed herself back up onto her knees, Keitaro’s rapidly deflating prick sliding out of her with a slurp, and she pushed herself up against Keitaro. Reaching back with her left hand, she grabbed Keitaro’s head and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him deeply, Keitaro responding by sliding his hands back up her body and cupping her sweat-slicked breasts. They stayed in this embrace for several minutes, their heart rates slowing down, Tsuruko’s pulse noticeable to Keitaro as he held her breasts, and he could hear his own heart beat in his ears.
Eventually, Keitaro let go of Tsuruko and let himself fall back onto the futon, absolutely coated in perspiration, which was slowly evaporating in the cool night air. He stared at the ceiling, idly wondering how he’d been able to perform like he had, and realizing that Motoko was going to have to wash all of the sheets before they’d be usable again. Motoko then entered his field of vision, kneeling next to him, and regarding him hungrily. She leaned down and kissed him, taking his limp member in her right hand and caressing it. Amazingly, Keitaro felt himself start to stir at her touch, and within only a few short minutes of her angelic touch, he was hard again.
Keitaro wasn’t sure if he had the strength left to take Motoko, even if his cock was ready for it, but she saved him the trouble of moving, releasing his prick, breaking off the kiss and straddling him. He felt himself brush against her pussy, and it dawned on him that if she was a virgin, as he suspected, that it could be painful for her to rush ahead. Keitaro opened his mouth to warn her, tell her to take it easy, but she positioned the tip of his cock between her lips and unhesitatingly impaled herself on its entire length. Keitaro watched her face, ready to try to pull out of her at the first sign of pain there, but Motoko only closed her eyes and shuddered in obvious ecstasy.
Motoko took a few moments to relish the feeling of Keitaro filling her up, before she leaned forward and placed her hands on his shoulders, lifted herself partway off of his shaft before she thrust herself back down. Keitaro let out a cry; Tsuruko had been very tight, but Motoko felt like an iron fist housed in a warm, wet silk glove. In spite of his fatigue, he moved his hands to her hips and started meeting her thrusts with his own, trying to push himself even further inside her, and feel more of her incredible friction. He could see sweat beading all over Motoko as she stared down directly into his eyes as she fucked him, drops of sweat falling onto his body. A few fell onto his lips, and he licked them up greedily, finding even the taste of her sweat sexy.
Tsuruko crawled up next to Keitaro and kissed him, even as her younger sister was plunging herself on his shaft, her hair falling all over his face like a silken curtain. For a second, Keitaro actually wondered of he’d been killed earlier, and this was his version of Heaven. It seemed as likely as anything else, as the two women he was with could easily qualify as angels, if not goddesses, and if this was the case, Keitaro silently congratulated himself on living a virtuous enough life to deserve this fate. Kissing Tsuruko, even as he thrust himself deep into Motoko, he felt himself approaching another climax. He started moaning into Tsuruko’s mouth, and he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, trying to put all of his remaining energy into this one last coupling. After this, he figured he’d need to be hooked up to an IV to keep from dehydrating.
Tsuruko moved her lips to his neck and shoulders, kissing and biting delicately, as Motoko leaned down and claimed Keitaro’s lips as her own. He could hear her moaning into his mouth as she kissed him, and she was moving more frantically, as if she desperately needed to come one last time. Breaking off the kiss, but keeping her face inches from Keitaro’s, Motoko panted shallowly, the look on her face resembling both pain and pleasure. Keitaro could feel her getting tighter, and the sounds she made, along with the feel of her breath on his face, pushed him to new heights. Gripping Motoko tightly at her hips, he thrust upward so hard that he actually lifted his ass off the futon with each push.
Digging her nails into Keitaro’s shoulders, Motoko came with a wail, still savagely impaling herself on Keitaro’s manhood. Grunting through clenched teeth, Keitaro fired off an impossibly large volley of his seed, jet after jet shooting deep into Motoko’s gripping pussy, until he was certain that he’d exhausted his lifetime’s supply of sperm. Motoko collapsed on top of him, her energy expended, and drenched in sweat. Keitaro and Tsuruko weren’t in any better shape, and they all stayed slumped together for some time.
After what felt like an hour, but was probably closer to five minutes, Keitaro went to kiss Motoko when he noticed something. “It’s glowing…”
“Huh?” Motoko replied sleepily. “What’s glowing?”
“Your necklace…”
Motoko looked down and was shocked back to alertness when she saw that the pendant was glowing a bright orange. At her side, Tsuruko’s eyes widened when she belatedly noticed the pendant Motoko was wearing. A sudden feeling of revulsion came over Motoko, and she felt a desperate need to get rid of the jewelry. Yanking it off of her neck, she tossed the still glowing pendant across the room, where it landed with a dull clatter.
A column of black, oily, evil looking smoke suddenly hissed out of the pendant, coalescing in the form of a horned demon before the horrified eyes of Tsuruko, Motoko, and Keitaro. “Freedom!” it shouted. “I’m free!”
“What the hell?” a stunned Keitaro breathed. “You were in that pendant?”
“For a hundred and fifty years I’ve been imprisoned in that blasted trinket,” the demon snarled. “Ever since Nodoka Aoyama imprisoned me.”
“Why-why didn’t my sister or I sense you?” a shaken Motoko asked.
“I made certain I shielded my presence. If you’d known I was there, you wouldn’t have put it on.”
“Why didn’t you escape then?”
“I needed energy to break free from the spell binding me…” the demon casually explained.
“Energy?” Tsuruko asked quietly, still laying next to Keitaro.
“Yes, energy. SEXUAL energy,” the demon replied with a wicked leer. “I inspire feelings of lust and desire in the wearer, and those close to them. And you three were SPLENDID sources of energy. I had expected that it would take weeks to generate what you three did in mere hours…”
“You bastard,” Motoko hissed. “Forcing me to be with Kei- Urashima, with my own sister!”
The demon almost looked affronted. “Force? No, I can’t force anyone, there has to be a latent attraction or good feeling towards the other person for it to work. I increase capabilities a little bit, but mostly I just… set the mood.” The three people on the futon turned very red at that statement.
“And now that I’m free, I shall reclaim Japan!” The demon then threw back it’s head and cackled madly, so enthralled by its dreams of inevitable conquest, that it never noticed the three enraged individuals rising from the futon.
Tsuruko and Motoko, despite being completely naked, still managed to draw their swords and strike the demon. Tsuruko’s slash cut the demon in half at the waist, and Motoko’s follow up very nearly decapitated it. Still, it might have been able to get away and heal itself, and it was preparing to do so, when it looked up and its eyes widened in terror, just seconds before Keitaro, despite having a cast, brought a kosatsu down on its head, delivering the final blow.
The demon turned back into oily smoke, which flowed back into the pendant, leaving the three of them staring down where it had fallen, grim looks of satisfaction present on their faces. “I’ll have to throw that pendant into the ocean tomorrow,“ Tsuruko murmured almost to herself. They then belatedly realized that they were all still naked, and embarrassment overcame them all.
“I-I need… Go... Now... Bath…” Keitaro mumbled as he hurried to his clothes and dressed as fast as he could, unable to even look at Tsuruko and Motoko as he skulked out of the room, making a desperate dash to the nearest shower. The two Aoyamas scarcely noticed his abrupt departure, as they were too busy getting dressed themselves, and planning on running for the outdoor bath.
In the shower, Keitaro scrubbed himself until his skin was raw, desperately trying to remove every last trace of scent that would betray what had happened. He could recall every single second of what had gone on, and he had wondered why he’d let himself get swept away, but the reason was obvious now. When the hot water began to run out, Keitaro reluctantly got out of the shower, and went back to his room to get some clean clothes. He then decided to go to the kitchen to get a drink, which ironically enough, was how he’d gotten pulled into it in the first place.
‘I-I shouldn’t do it, but I’m so thirsty…’ Keitaro snorted at that thought. Considering all that he’d sweated, he should be parched. He entered the kitchen, and was horrified to see Tsuruko and Motoko already there, obviously bathed and changed, as their hair was still damp. Keitaro yelped in surprise, and turned around to run like hell, when Motoko called out to him. “Wait Keitaro, please…”
Pausing at the entrance, but still ready to bolt at the first hint of steel being drawn, Keitaro nervously asked “What-what do you want?”
“It wasn’t your fault Keitaro,” Tsuruko replied softly. “Or Motoko’s or mine… It was the demon…”
“But-but it said-”
“It was probably lying, demons aren’t known for honesty,” Motoko responded. “You don’t have to worry, we-we won’t hurt you…”
Keitaro took a second or two to digest those words, before he hobbled to the table, and gratefully accepted a mug of tea. The three of them sipped tea in silence, each of them remembering their earlier activities.
Their recollections were interrupted when Naru sleepily walked into the kitchen, wearing her robe. She seemed surprised that they were up so late. “What are you all doing up?”
“I could say the same,” Tsuruko responded.
“I-I had a weird… dream,” Naru replied quietly, pointedly averting her eyes and with a blush coloring her cheeks. “I came to get some warm milk. Hey, did any of you hear anything odd a little while ago?”
“No,” Keitaro, Motoko, and Tsuruko replied in perfect unison.
“Hmm. Musta been my imagination,” she said with a yawn. “But shouldn’t you two,” she pointed to Keitaro and Motoko, “be sleeping? You’ve got a big fight in the morning…”
“There’s no need for that now,” Tsuruko announced calmly. When all present looked at her in obvious confusion, she explained. “Earlier tonight, I was… overwhelmed by Keitaro and my sister. I accept that the two of them overcame my resistance. Well done Motoko, you have proven yourself worthy.”
Keitaro went ghostly pale, and Motoko looked to be on the verge of choking. “I-I beg your pardon?” she rasped out.
“The two of you got the upper hand and I submitted. You no longer have need to defeat me.”
Naru looked at Motoko and Keitaro in open astonishment. “You beat her? How?”
“We got lucky,” Keitaro replied, going beet-red when he realized what he’d said.
Naru shook her head in amazement. “I wish I could have seen that…”
“No you don’t,” Motoko instantly replied. “I mean, it was… very private, not suitable for all viewers…”
‘Especially those under eighteen or with weak hearts,’ Keitaro thought, literally biting his tongue to keep from saying that aloud. “It was a one time thing, it’s not like we’ll ever do that again…”
“Why not?” Tsuruko asked.
Motoko and Keitaro both choked on their tea, and Naru and Tsuruko had to pound the both of them on the back so they could breathe again. “Dweh?” was the most coherent reply Keitaro could come up with.
“The two of you worked very well together,” Tsuruko continued calmly. “Perhaps the two of you could come back one day, and see if you could repeat that success…”
“I-I really don’t think that we could do that again…” Keitaro choked out.
“…We could always try…”
“Motoko’s right,” Naru added. “If it’ll help you, you should try it again…”
Tsuruko smiled warmly, even as Keitaro seemed to be on the verge of heart failure. “I truly believe it would be to everyone’s benefit, even Keitaro’s. Perhaps once a month would be sufficient…”
Keitaro looked around and saw the three women nodding in agreement, although Naru had no idea what she was agreeing to. ‘Why am I trying to talk my way out of THIS?’ He then absently touched his throat, wondering if he was now wearing a pendant. “Motoko, where-where did you get that pendant you were wearing earlier?”
“It was in a box with some childhood things,” she replied. “I think my grandmother gave it to me…” Motoko’s brows furrowed. “I guess she didn’t know anything about it,” she murmured under her breath,
“What pendant?” Naru asked.
“I took it off, it didn’t really suit me,” Motoko answered. “It was supposed to be lucky though…”
“I’d say it worked, wouldn’t you Keitaro?” Tsuruko looked at him with her unreadable smile in place.
Keitaro couldn’t answer since he was staring at the inside of his teacup, using it to try to hide his blush.
Naru yawned. “I’m going back to bed. Oh, and congratulations you two…” She then shuffled out of the kitchen and headed for bed.
“I’m kind of worn out myself,” Tsuruko added after a few minutes. “I’m going to bed too. Goodnight Motoko-chan, Keitaro.” She nodded at them and took her leave.
Keitaro and Motoko were now alone in the kitchen, neither willing to be the first to speak. By silent accord, they both got up and walked towards their respective rooms, looking everywhere but at each other. When they reached Motoko’s room, Keitaro forced himself to ask, “Are-are you going to be alright in there?”
“Yes,” Motoko murmured. “The demon is gone, and my sister and I changed the sheets.”
“I see. Goodnight Motoko…” Keitaro turned to walk away when Motoko grabbed his wrist. “What is it?”
Without a word, Motoko leaned in and kissed Keitaro on the lips, before she pulled back, wishing him a goodnight and heading into her room, closing the door behind her.
Keitaro touched his fingers to his lips for a moment, before he slowly made his way back to his own room, where he fell asleep almost instantly.
As expected, the next morning, Keitaro, Motoko, and Naru were on their way back to Hinata House, each of them with vivid memories of their time in Kyoto.
One month later, Keitaro and Motoko made their way back to Kyoto, accepting Tsuruko’s invitation to attempt to recapture the experience…
End of The Trinket
This fic was pre-read by Rx7, who told me that it wasn’t bad, but that I should have included Motoko’s mom in the action as well…
I don’t own this story and I don’t make any money off of it. If you sue me, give me a number and I’ll fax you the cash.
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Lemon Warning: This fic contains sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Love Hina:
The Trinket
“I told you to drop it!” Motoko shoved Keitaro away, setting off the bombs he was carrying. She turned and ran, confused by what she was thinking, startled by the pain in her heart she’d felt upon seeing Keitaro and Naru getting along so well together. She had to stay focused, tomorrow morning she’d have to fight her sister for the right to live as a warrior.
Motoko had leapt into a tree and was resting in the crook of its branches, trying to regain her center. As her breathing slowed down, she found herself coming to a realization. ‘I haven’t felt like this since my sister got married. That could only mean…’ “…I like Urashima? That’s just… not possible.” She stared up at the nearly full moon for some time, before she hopped down from the tree, knowing that she needed to get some sleep, and that dozing in a tree wouldn’t help her.
She made her way back to her ancestral home, and returned to her room, which had been her old room when she was growing up. She’d planned on going to bed early and being well rested for the fight tomorrow, but a strange feeling of nostalgia caused her to go to her closet and look through some of her old things that were still stored there. ‘Where is it? I didn’t throw it out, so it should still be… There it is!’ ‘It’ was an old shoebox, which she’d used to store her most precious things when she was a little girl. She hadn’t opened it in almost eight years, but being at home again was making her sentimental.
Opening it, she felt warmed to notice that everything she’d cherished was still in there. The pictures of her mother and father, some shells she’d collected when she was five years old at the seashore, the dried out flower that she’d been given when she was in kindergarten by that nervous classmate. Motoko couldn’t remember his name for the life of her, but she remembered feeling both embarrassed and happy that he’d given it to her. She felt herself smiling as she went through all of these things, remembering when she’d collected them all, when an object in the bottom corner caught her eye.
A simple necklace with a small pendant. Her grandmother had given that to her when she was… four? Five? She honestly wasn’t sure, but she’d remembered hearing that it could bring luck when things were at their bleakest. ‘And things are looking really bleak right about now…’ The pendant was circular, with a hole in it like a five yen coin, but it looked like it was made of black glass, and it almost glowed from within with an internal fire.
It was quite breathtaking, and Motoko found herself staring into its ebony depths for some time. She started to put it back in the box, but she hesitated. ‘Brings luck, huh? Well, I’m willing to try anything at this point…’ She undid the chain and fastened it behind her neck, pulling a few stray strands of her hair free. ‘Don’t feel any luckier, maybe it… was… only…’
Motoko’s musings died off as she felt herself get warm, a pleasant feeling that started in the pit of her stomach and slowly spread out to encompass her entire body. She also started to feel… energized, for lack of a better term. The fatigue and tension she’d been feeling melted away, replaced by a supreme sense of comfort and well-being. She could feel her heart rate speeding up and that her face was flushed, but the experience was entirely pleasant. Her senses seemed to be heightened; she could feel every stitch of clothing she was wearing gently rubbing against her skin, could hear her heart beating, and she could smell the scent of her own skin and hair.
Motoko felt as if she didn’t have a care in the world, as a feeling of sereneness washed over her. The only problem she had was that she couldn’t share this feeling with others, and she felt a compulsion to find someone to share the experience with. Without hesitation, she walked out of her room, and started wandering through the hallways, searching for someone, it didn’t matter who.
“Ahh… Motoko-chan. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Tsuruko asked. “Tomorrow is a big day for you. If you fail to defeat me, you‘ll be married to Urashima…”
Motoko turned around, and a blissful smile came over her face. “Hello sister. Don’t worry, I’m feeling fine…” Motoko had always admired and idolized Tsuruko; she was so confident, proud, graceful, gorgeous… Motoko’s smile faltered briefly at that last thought. ‘Why did I think that? I-I guess I never noticed just how lovely she is. Her face, her hair… Wait… Should I be thinking like that?’ she wondered. ‘Why not, it’s true… Her husband’s a lucky man…’ Without consciously thinking about it, Motoko started walking slowly towards her older sister.
Tsuruko realized that the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. ‘Is she planning a surprise attack?’ She’d heard from Naru about their attempts to blindside her which had gone awry, and she wondered if this was another one. She didn’t sense any hostility from Motoko, and she didn’t think that she was devious enough to attack when she looked so… peaceful. “Is something wrong Motoko-chan?” It felt wrong for her to be so supremely calm in light of tomorrow.
“Nothing at all,” Motoko replied, before she embraced her older sister and rested her head on her chest, sighing contentedly.
After a second’s hesitation, Tsuruko returned the hug, feeling foolish for suspecting that something was wrong. In spite of all that was happening, Tsuruko truly loved her younger sister, and if she was willing to take steps to bring them closer together, then she… she… she wasn’t just hugging her, ‘Was that a nuzzle?’ “Um… Motoko-chan?” Tsuruko suddenly went pale when her little sister slid one of her hands down her back and onto her rear, giving it a little squeeze.
Mindless of the shock her actions were invoking, Motoko tightened her embrace, continuing to nuzzle her head against her sister’s chest. ‘She’s so soft, why didn’t I ever try this before?’ she wondered. The rational part of her mind was going absolutely ballistic, demanding to know what the hell she was doing, but the experience was so unexpectantly pleasant that she found it easy to ignore the nagging doubts about her actions.
Torn between feeling astonishment that Motoko was capable of such a diabolical act, and disgust at herself for dropping her guard, Tsuruko very nearly had a stroke when she felt Motoko gently kiss her at the base of her neck. She could have lashed out, even without her sword, and easily have broken free, but some compulsion stayed her hand, and she felt herself involuntarily shuddering from the kiss. ‘What-what’s happening…? Has she lost her mind?! And… and why aren’t I fighting back? This isn’t right, but… but I can’t bring myself to resist!’
When Motoko slowly slid her tongue along her collarbone, Tsuruko couldn’t stop herself from moaning. She realized, with equal amounts of arousal and horror, that she was considering lifting her sister’s chin and kissing her on her beautiful, soft lips. She felt her right hand moving to grasp Motoko’s chin, when the sound of breaking glass reached her ears, momentarily clearing her head.
Keitaro had been planning to go to bed early to be rested for the morning, but he’d been thirsty, so he got a glass of ice tea from the fridge and was on his way to his room, idly wondering if he should visit Motoko and try to give her some more words of encouragement. Lost in thought about what he’d say to her, Keitaro turned the corner, and dropped his drink in shock, the sight before his eyes the most unbelievable thing he’d ever seen, and that included all the zaniness he’d experienced at Hinata House.
Motoko and Tsuruko were locked in an embrace that was anything but sisterly. Motoko had a firm grip on her older sister, and was unabashedly kissing up the side of her neck, while Tsuruko’s expression was a mixture of arousal and panic. She didn’t seem to be sure of herself, and while she wasn’t groping Motoko in response, she wasn’t shoving her away either. ‘What the hell?’ Keitaro asked himself. ‘Is she trying to distract her?’ It seemed to be he only logical explanation to the shocked manager, but he wondered why she wasn’t pushing an attack. ‘Tsuruko certainly looks rattled,’ he noticed with an odd sense of detachment.
Tsuruko then met his gaze, and the look of relief on her face was obvious. “U-Urashima…” she whispered hoarsely. “H-help…”
Shaken out of his stupor by the desperation in her voice, Keitaro strode over as quickly as his cast would allow. Not knowing what else to do, he pried Motoko’s right arm off of her sister, and pulled on it, causing her to take her lips off Tsuruko’s throat and look at him. “Motoko? What the hell are you doing?” Keitaro blurted out, not able to think of any subtle way to ask.
“Keitaro,” Motoko purred happily, giving him a blissful smile that he found unnerving… and intriguing. “I think that the two of us staying together would be a better idea.” Before a startled Keitaro could reply, she pulled on his arm and crushed her lips against his, kissing him hungrily.
Keitaro felt an instinctive urge to pull back in shock, but with every second that passed, he found it harder to give himself the order to do it. He could hear his own heart racing, and the feel of Motoko’s lips, and then her tongue when she forced it between his lips, was incredible. ‘But, but what about Naru?’ he thought to himself, before his ideas of resisting were completely shut down.
Now that her sister was occupied with Keitaro, Tsuruko took a second to catch her breath. ‘I didn’t think that she felt so passionate about Keitaro…’ she mused. Although she would admit that he was kind of good looking without his glasses, and that he was pretty brave trying to challenge her, and that his butt was kinda cute… ‘I-I shouldn’t think like this, I-I’m married…’ But her husband was always away on business, he was only home a week every few months or so, and she was so lonely sometimes…
Besides, Motoko was more interested in being a warrior, right? She wasn’t really that interested in Keitaro, so she shouldn’t object. Had Tsuruko been thinking clearly, this logic would have struck her as absurd, but at the moment, it made perfect sense. Placing a hand on both Keitaro and Motoko, she separated them without any subtlety, and then she sidled up to Keitaro and kissed him without hesitation.
Keitaro barely had time to think about the abrupt end of his kiss with Motoko before Tsuruko took her place. He noticed that their lips both felt and tasted different, not that one was better than the other, but it made him think of having to choose between two different flavors of ice cream. He felt only the barest impulse to resist, that this wasn’t right, before all feelings of resistance died a violent death. From this moment on, no matter what happened, Keitaro would not put up a struggle.
When Keitaro slipped his arms around her and returned the kiss eagerly, Tsuruko felt a surge of triumph. She pulled him tightly against her, grinding herself against him, taking special notice of his erection pushing against her. She was so wrapped up in her kiss, that she was only barely aware that Motoko was now pressed up against Keitaro’s back and kissing the side of his neck. The strange compulsion she had felt earlier was telling her that they needed to go somewhere private, so she broke off the kiss abruptly, pulled Keitaro away from Motoko, and picked him up and effortlessly threw him over her shoulder like a rag doll.
Tsuruko could have brought Keitaro to her own room, but Motoko’s was closer, and since her sister was kissing Keitaro even as she was carrying him, it was obvious that she intended to tag along. She accepted this with surprising ease, not really caring if she had Keitaro by herself or if she had to share. While she was thinking this, she reached Motoko’s room, entered with her in tow, locked the door, and set Keitaro down.
As soon as his feet touched the floor, Motoko latched onto him, kissing him deeply and practically molding her body against Keitaro’s. He broke off the kiss, but immediately moved his lips under her chin, kissing and suckling her flawless, porcelain-like skin. He rubbed his hands up and down her back, slipping one up under her uniform top, amazed by how smooth her skin felt, while his other hand lifted her skirt and placed it on her panty clad rear, gently squeezing. Keitaro heard Motoko moan in response, and she began to grind herself against his groin, causing his already turgid erection to increase in size.
Keitaro’s eyes opened in surprise when he felt Tsuruko pushing herself against his back. Motoko had already done this, but Tsuruko had discarded her hakama and gi while his attention had been held by Motoko. Her breasts were still bound, and she was wearing panties, but he could feel the warmth of her body through her clothes. Moving his lips from Motoko’s neck, Keitaro turned his head and resumed kissing Tsuruko, placing one of his hands behind her head to hold her closer to him. He let out a shuddering groan when she slid her hand between Motoko and himself and placed it on the bulge in his pants, softly fondling it.
Motoko pouted at the interruption in attention from Keitaro, but she decided that it at least gave her a spare moment to undress. She hurriedly pulled her shirt over her head and let her skirt fall to the floor. Without any hesitation she undid the bindings that held her breasts in place, unwinding them until her breasts were exposed to the cool night air. Bending down, she pushed her panties down with her thumbs, letting them slide to the floor, before she stepped out of them, and pressed her naked body back up against Keitaro.
Moaning openly, Keitaro released Tsuruko’s lips and began to kiss Motoko’s breasts. He teased around her areolas with his tongue, never quite making contact with them, listening to Motoko practically whimper in frustration. The two of them held each other as close as possible, Keitaro only dimly aware of the faint rustling as Tsuruko shed the last of her clothing before she reached around him and undid his pants. She paused briefly in her efforts, as if she wasn’t quite sure what she was doing, but she shook her head quickly and cleared away the lingering doubts.
Keitaro pulled his waist back from Motoko to allow Tsuruko to ease down his pants and boxer shorts, his erection springing up as its confinement was ended. He groaned unabashedly when Motoko took it in her hand and gave it a tentative stroke, but he cried out in surprise when Tsuruko abruptly knelt before him and took the head of his prick into her mouth.
Keitaro nearly lost his balance from the sudden stimulation, but Motoko helped him keep his feet. She then grasped the edge of his shirt and tugged it over his head, discarding it carelessly next to his feet. Taking hold of his hands, Motoko helped him sit down on her futon, and action made difficult by his cast and because Tsuruko kept him in her mouth the entire time, gliding her lips up and down the length of his shaft.
Once seated, Motoko eased of Keitaro’s pants and boxers, and then she yanked off his socks. Keitaro laid back and groaned, his eyes losing their focus as Tsuruko kept up her oral assault, her cheeks drawn inward as she drew her head back, his cock coming out of her mouth with a pop, then she placed her tongue at its base and slowly licked up its entire length, before she swirled her tongue around the swollen tip.
Keitaro was gasping, gripping the futon until his knuckles went white. He debated pinching himself, but then he realized that if it worked, and he woke up, he’d never forgive himself. Through half closed eyes, he could see Tsuruko looking wickedly at him, as she trilled her tongue on the tip of his prick. He was even more aroused by the sight, but he did wonder how he was lasting so long.
He closed his eyes and let Tsuruko’s ministrations carry him away, until he felt what appeared to be silk brushing against his chest. Keitaro opened his eyes and found Motoko leaning over him, her luxuriant hair draped on his chest, looking into his eyes, the same blissful smile in place. He reached up and pulled her down to him, crushing their lips together, kissing each other deeply. After a minute, Keitaro broke it off and began trailing kisses down her neck, towards her breasts. Reaching them, he kissed his way around the left areola, then the right, before he took the right nipple between his lips and suckled.
Motoko started cooing softly at the gentle feel of his suckling, and she took his right hand and brought it to her sex, allowing him to feel just how wet she was. She whimpered softly when he traced the edge of her labia with his fingertips, teasing them, but making no effort to go between them. Motoko pushed herself against him, but he still kept his fingers outside her, the sensation maddeningly erotic, but not quite able to stimulate her.
For her part, Tsuruko kept alternating between running her lips along the length of Keitaro’s prick and sucking on his balls, taking one into her mouth and then the other. She could feel him tensing up, and she knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer. Wrapping her lips around the head of his cock once again, she eased her head down slowly, until his entire length was in her mouth. She was practically sopping wet with desire herself, but she still concentrated on giving Keitaro the most memorable experience of his life.
Keitaro would have cried out in pleasure, but he had a mouthful of Motoko’s breasts, their wonderful fullness pressed against his face. He could feel Motoko pushing herself against his hand, trying to get him to touch her more deeply, so he finally relented and eased his forefinger into her pussy. Its warmth and tightness surprised him, and he found himself curious about how he could possibly fit himself into her. Motoko didn’t seem to mind the intrusion though, and she cried out when he carefully slipped a second finger inside her. He pulled most of the way out of her, before he pushed them back in, feeling her liquid warmth on his hand.
He heard Motoko panting, and he could feel himself approach the edge. Keitaro increased the speed of his fingering, now rubbing her clit with his thumbs as well. His breathing was ragged, and he struggled to not clench his teeth with Motoko’s nipple in his mouth. She was moving even faster against him, her eyes glazed over, even as a strange glint appeared in them, and her lips parted in an open mouthed smile. Just as she closed her eyes and let out a hoarse cry, Keitaro felt himself fire off two long jets of his seed into Tsuruko’s mouth, which she swallowed without difficulty. He also noticed a new rush of liquid against his hand as Motoko finished her climax as well.
Motoko slumped against Keitaro, tired but exhilarated by the experience. She kissed him deeply, letting her hair fall over his face, something that he found to be very erotic. Keitaro felt his prick deflating, and Tsuruko pulling back, his now flaccid member slipping from her mouth as she began to kiss her way up his body, spending a minute or so on his nipples, before she pressed her lips to his once and snuggled against him. Keitaro carefully wrapped an arm around each of the Aoyama sisters, savoring the feel of them for a few minutes.
Soon, Motoko began to get restless and she reached down and took hold of Keitaro’s dormant prick. When it twitched in her hand and began to get hard once again, it was difficult to say who was more surprised. ‘Huh? It’s working again? This soon? Yeah, this has to be a dream,’ Keitaro decided. ‘I just hope I don’t wake up for a while…’
Motoko got up onto her hands and knees and began kissing her way down his chest, following a similar path to her sisters. Gently squeezing Keitaro’s cock as it slowly came back to life. Noticing Keitaro’s renewed interest, Tsuruko smiled at him before she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and pushed herself up, giving Keitaro a chance to take a good look at her naked body, causing him to swell up even more. She then gave him an even better view as she placed her left knee next to his head and eased the other knee to the other side, straddling his face and placing her sex less than six inches from his mouth.
Eager to return the favor, and mindful that Tsuruko was the only one who hadn’t gotten off yet, Keitaro lifted his head and extended his tongue towards the junction between Tsuruko’s legs. She eased herself down a little so he didn’t have to crane his neck so much, and Keitaro gently ran his tongue along the exact point where her legs joined, teasing her for a few moments, before he ran it along the edges of her wet lips. At the same moment the tip of his tongue reached Tsuruko’s labia, Motoko’s tongue tickled the head of his cock.
Keitaro gasped out, instinctively pushing up with his hips, wanting to feel Motoko’s mouth on him. Energized, he lifted his head and slipped his tongue between Tsuruko’s pussy lips, finding that she tasted intriguing. Inserting his tongue even deeper, Keitaro started lapping, Tsuruko’s soft, downy pubic hair tickling his nose. She was already wet, but Keitaro soon found his face and chin covered in moisture, Tsuruko’s hands behind his head, pulling him up towards her even as she ground herself against his face. He tried to concentrate on the woman sitting on his face, but Motoko had taken hold of his cock with her right hand, her left squeezing his balls, and licking around the head like it was a lollipop, trying to remember what she had seen her sister do.
Motoko swirled her tongue around the head of Keitaro’s cock, first clockwise then counter clockwise, before she took the head of his shaft into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she stroked the length of his shaft with her hand, using her saliva and the residual amounts of Tsuruko’s to lubricate it. She wasn’t that sure about what she was doing, but she figured that its continued throbbing between her lips, and the muffled moans she could hear from Keitaro, even as he was eating out her sister’s pussy, were signs that she wasn’t doing it wrong.
Keitaro managed to slip his right arm out, and he placed his hand on Tsuruko’s left breast, gently kneading and squeezing it. He felt her rock hard nipple pressing into his palm, and he could hear her ragged breathing. All of his senses were close to being overwhelmed; from his position he could only look up and see Tsuruko writhing on top of him, her eyes unfocused, her face flushed, mouth open, and a look of ecstasy on her face. He could hear her shallow, choppy breaths, and the faint slurping sounds as Motoko sucked his cock. Tsuruko’s scent was overpowering in its intensity, and she tasted… different than he’d expected, but he found that he liked it. Finally, he had Tsuruko’s flawless legs and thighs brushing against his face, and the warm, wetness of Motoko’s mouth, lips, and tongue on his prick.
In contrast to Motoko’s maddeningly slow movements, Keitaro was moving his tongue at a frantic pace, wanting to bring Tsuruko to orgasm as quick as he could. He took her clitoris between his lips and sawed his teeth on it, a thrill passing through him when she closed her eyes and cried out. Releasing her clit, he took one of her swollen labia into his mouth and sucked on it, before Keitaro repeated it with the other one. Tsuruko was now exceptionally wet he noticed, and he had a hard time lapping up everything, and a thin trickle of her moisture ran down both sides of his face.
While Motoko’s technique may have been slow, it was also extremely effective, and Keitaro realized that he was only moments away from climaxing again. He tried to tell her, to warn her, but she either didn’t hear or didn’t care. Willing himself to hold off as long as he could, Keitaro drove his tongue as deep into Tsuruko as he could reach, trying to bring her to her peak as well. Tsuruko was panting openly now, beads of sweat all over her body, and Keitaro saw her clench her teeth and shut her eyes briefly, before she threw her head back, let out a shrill cry, and yanked his head against her pussy so hard it was painful.
With a throaty groan, Keitaro fired off his seed, some of it shooting into Motoko’s mouth, the rest splashing against her cheeks. When Tsuruko let go of his head and moved off of him, Keitaro was at first horrified to see that he’d given Motoko a facial, but before he could stammer an apology, he was shocked, and aroused, to see that she was using her fingers to wipe her face off, and then licking them clean. For a few moments he couldn’t do anything but stare, Motoko’s action making him think of a cat lapping up stray drops of milk. When she finished, all of the while looking him in his eyes, she lapped up the last traces of his semen from his once again flaccid member, smiled at him, and crawled up to kiss him briefly, before she started to clean his face with her tongue. Tsuruko joined her little sister moments later, and the two of them licked his face until it was clean.
When they were finished, they both rested their heads on his chest once again, practically purring in contentment. Keitaro embraced them again, thinking that he should be exhausted, but he felt himself practically thrumming with energy. He turned his head and kissed the top of Tsuruko’s head, then Motoko, noticing that they apparently used the same shampoo. Motoko then turned her body, laced her fingers together, laid them on Keitaro’s chest, and rested her chin on them. “It’s my turn Keitaro,” she whispered huskily.
“Your turn?” he asked. “Your turn for… oh…” Comprehension suddenly struck Keitaro, as he belatedly realized what she meant.
To make sure that Keitaro understood her, Motoko rolled off him and scooted over to the wall by the futon, propped her pillow against it, reclined gracefully, and then spread her legs, and gave Keitaro her best ‘come hither’ look.
Keitaro reluctantly detached himself from Tsuruko’s warm embrace, which made her pout, but she didn’t otherwise object, instead she rolled onto her side, propped up her head on her arm to watch. Keitaro crawled to Motoko, his cast only hampering him a little, kissing her hungrily on the lips, before she sat back and took her right leg in his hands. He softly kissed the top of her foot, prompting a pleased sigh from Motoko, and he started to slowly kiss his way up her leg, marveling at how wonderful they looked and felt. Keitaro had also seen Tsuruko’s legs up close, and if he’d been asked to say who had the better legs, he honestly couldn’t have made a choice.
Keitaro continued to plant tender kisses along Motoko’s leg, reaching about halfway up her inner thigh, when he abruptly broke off. Ignoring Motoko’s protests, Keitaro took her left leg and repeated the process, moving even slower this time, until Motoko was practically begging him to speed up his efforts. Once again halfway up her thigh, Keitaro began alternating kisses from her left thigh to her right and back, gradually moving closer to where her thighs met. Motoko was squirming uncontrollably, and Keitaro could see that she was wetter now than when he’d fingered her.
Eager to sample the favors of another Aoyama, and curious whether Motoko and Tsuruko would taste similar, Keitaro gently kissed Motoko’s labia, once, twice, three times, before he ran his tongue along its length. Motoko let out a moan and slumped against the pillow, sucking on one of her fingers, her eyes tightly closed. Finding that Motoko did taste different than her sister, but still pleasant, Keitaro plunged his tongue deep into Motoko’s pussy, bringing up his right forefinger to gently rub her clit. When Keitaro looked up, he saw Motoko looking down at him, her face twisted into a grimace, and breathing through her mouth.
Through all of the lovely sounds Motoko was making, Keitaro thought he could hear Tsuruko panting faintly, and when he glanced over, he saw that she was watching the two of them, her eyes locked onto him, her head resting on her right elbow, her left hand between her legs, and she was masturbating furiously. Where he might have normally found an audience intimidating, now it emboldened him, and he was excited by the prospect of being watched. He used as motivation to put on the best show that he could, to try and please the both of them at the same time.
Slipping his tongue out of Motoko, Keitaro quickly licked his fore and middle finger, before he slid them into Motoko’s warn, wet passage, moving his lips to her clit. Motoko cried out in response, and like her sister, tried to pull his head closer to her. Sliding his two fingers in and out of Motoko, Keitaro sucked and nibbled on her clit, trilling his tongue over it as fast as he could, and tried not to get hurt when Motoko began bucking her hips up in response. Reaching up with his left arm, Keitaro tenderly pinched Motoko’s erect nipples, first one, then the other, causing her to release a series of shuddering groans.
Glancing back to Tsuruko, Keitaro saw that her eyes were still only on him, even though she was now using her right hand to massage her clit, and she was using her left hand to finger herself, then squeeze her nipples, finally sucking on them, before she returned them between her legs to start the cycle again. Keitaro couldn’t tell who was enjoying it more; Motoko as he ate her out and fingered her, or Tsuruko from simply watching him and playing with herself. When Motoko pushed herself against him most insistently, he resumed his efforts with his tongue, pulling his fingers out of her, and moving them to her clit as he pushed his tongue into her, lapping as if drinking from a stream.
Keitaro could feel himself stirring, but he tried to ignore it, and concentrate on pleasing Motoko, and by extension Tsuruko. ‘Besides, I don’t think I’ll have trouble getting rid of it later,’ he mused. He felt it was getting wetter between Motoko’s legs, and from her panting and the almost pained look on her face, he figured that she just about ready to orgasm. Pausing briefly, and taking a deep breath for the final push, Keitaro shoved his tongue deep inside Motoko’s slick tunnel, pinching her clit with his thumb and forefinger. Motoko tensed up, scarcely breathing, and then she let out a throaty cry and pushed herself against Keitaro’s face, before she slumped back onto her pillow, her climax temporarily sapping all of her strength.
When Keitaro heard Tsuruko moan, he looked over and saw the last bit of her orgasm, and she kept smiling at him as her breathing returned to normal. Keitaro stayed where he was, trying to catch his own breath, and get some feeling back in his tongue. ‘That was… harder than I though it’d be…’ he thought to himself, hearing Motoko’s contented humming as she softly stroked his hair. After a few minutes of recovering his energy, Keitaro pulled himself up and kissed Motoko languidly, noticing that even with her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, she was still beautiful.
She was also still quite winded, and when she noticed his returned erection, she silently mouthed ‘not yet’ to him. Keitaro accepted this, and he secretly felt pleased, as he had a strange compulsion to save Motoko for last, although it was so subtle, he didn’t even realize it consciously. He turned towards Tsuruko, who had pushed herself up into a kneeling position and was looking at him expectantly. Not wanting to disappoint her, he crawled over to her, all of the while silently cursing his cast, and the two of them embraced, kissing each other, as Keitaro’s prick jutted into Tsuruko’s thigh.
After a minute or so of passionate kisses, Tsuruko pulled away and turned her back to Keitaro, and went on all fours, letting him know that she wanted him to take her from behind. Keitaro felt himself grow even harder; this was his favorite position. Well, his favorite to see anyway, as he’d never had sex before, but in the few magazines and DVD’s he’d carefully hidden in his room, brought out only when he was alone, this was his favorite position.
Pausing to wipe the sweat off his forehead and calm himself a little, Keitaro moved behind Tsuruko, not letting something as trivial as a cast stop him, placing his hands on her hips and pushing his hips forward. His aim was poor however, and Tsuruko had to reach back and manually place the head of his cock against her sopping wet lips, moaning even at this light contact. Taking a deep breath, Keitaro tightened his grip on Tsuruko’s hips and thrust himself forward, gasping as he felt himself slip inside Tsuruko, inch after inch pushing into her before his stomach came into contact with her ass.
Almost overwhelmed by the heat and tightness of Tsuruko’s pussy, Keitaro stayed motionless, savoring the feeling of her gripping his cock, and wondering how it could feel any better than this. When he felt Tsuruko fidgeting, Keitaro snapped out of his contemplation and started to do what he’d only heard about. Pulling his hips back slowly, he eased his cock out of Tsuruko until just the head was inside, then he pulled back hard on her hips and thrust himself forward. He gasped at how it felt. ‘So that’s how it gets better,’ he realized. Pulling back and thrusting back in, Keitaro decided to take it easy and not rush things.
It felt better than he could have ever dreamed, even better than having his cock sucked, and he would have absolutely sworn that nothing could surpass that. It was incredible, indescribable, and the urge to abandon all reason and drive into Tsuruko like a wild animal was hard to resist. Certainly, Tsuruko seemed to want him to speed up, as she pushed herself back to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to force himself in even deeper. There was no way Keitaro could penetrate any further, his cock wasn’t going to get any longer, but he could shove himself into her with more force, and so he did, hearing Tsuruko start grunting from his efforts.
Keeping his focus to maintain a rhythm wasn’t easy for Keitaro, and it got even more difficult when he felt Motoko come up behind him and push her amazingly full breasts into his back, reaching around him and gently pinching his nipples. Her warm breath tickled his left ear as she suckled his earlobe, making him moan in pleasure. He loved having his earlobes suckled on; he’d had no idea of that before today, but he’d learned that it was one of his favorite things. Keitaro turned his head and pressed his lips against Motoko’s, their tongues dueling even as Keitaro continued to fuck Tsuruko.
Breaking the kiss, and letting Motoko resume nibbling on his ear, Keitaro leaned forward and placed his hands on Tsuruko’s breasts, squeezing them as he continued to slam into her. Pinching her nipples, Keitaro felt himself start to pant, as his body tensed up in preparation for the inevitable release. Keitaro felt his heart skip a beat when Tsuruko turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder, the wanton look on her face almost making him shoot off at the sight. Feeling her pussy clenching him even tighter, and listening the sexy cries coming from Tsuruko’s lips, Keitaro sped up yet again, determined to push her over the top.
When he was moments away from release, Keitaro felt Motoko move her right hand from his nipple, and reach down under his ass and give his balls a delicate squeeze. Letting out a hoarse cry, Keitaro came, firing off his semen in three long spurts, splashing deep inside Tsuruko, and sloshing up against her cervix. Tsuruko let out a cross between a moan and a scream when Keitaro’s liquid warmth flooded into her, and her arms buckled, causing her to fall face down onto her pillow, whimpering softly.
Keitaro stayed rigid for a few seconds, then he slumped back, feeling completely drained, figuratively and literally. Tsuruko pushed herself back up onto her knees, Keitaro’s rapidly deflating prick sliding out of her with a slurp, and she pushed herself up against Keitaro. Reaching back with her left hand, she grabbed Keitaro’s head and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him deeply, Keitaro responding by sliding his hands back up her body and cupping her sweat-slicked breasts. They stayed in this embrace for several minutes, their heart rates slowing down, Tsuruko’s pulse noticeable to Keitaro as he held her breasts, and he could hear his own heart beat in his ears.
Eventually, Keitaro let go of Tsuruko and let himself fall back onto the futon, absolutely coated in perspiration, which was slowly evaporating in the cool night air. He stared at the ceiling, idly wondering how he’d been able to perform like he had, and realizing that Motoko was going to have to wash all of the sheets before they’d be usable again. Motoko then entered his field of vision, kneeling next to him, and regarding him hungrily. She leaned down and kissed him, taking his limp member in her right hand and caressing it. Amazingly, Keitaro felt himself start to stir at her touch, and within only a few short minutes of her angelic touch, he was hard again.
Keitaro wasn’t sure if he had the strength left to take Motoko, even if his cock was ready for it, but she saved him the trouble of moving, releasing his prick, breaking off the kiss and straddling him. He felt himself brush against her pussy, and it dawned on him that if she was a virgin, as he suspected, that it could be painful for her to rush ahead. Keitaro opened his mouth to warn her, tell her to take it easy, but she positioned the tip of his cock between her lips and unhesitatingly impaled herself on its entire length. Keitaro watched her face, ready to try to pull out of her at the first sign of pain there, but Motoko only closed her eyes and shuddered in obvious ecstasy.
Motoko took a few moments to relish the feeling of Keitaro filling her up, before she leaned forward and placed her hands on his shoulders, lifted herself partway off of his shaft before she thrust herself back down. Keitaro let out a cry; Tsuruko had been very tight, but Motoko felt like an iron fist housed in a warm, wet silk glove. In spite of his fatigue, he moved his hands to her hips and started meeting her thrusts with his own, trying to push himself even further inside her, and feel more of her incredible friction. He could see sweat beading all over Motoko as she stared down directly into his eyes as she fucked him, drops of sweat falling onto his body. A few fell onto his lips, and he licked them up greedily, finding even the taste of her sweat sexy.
Tsuruko crawled up next to Keitaro and kissed him, even as her younger sister was plunging herself on his shaft, her hair falling all over his face like a silken curtain. For a second, Keitaro actually wondered of he’d been killed earlier, and this was his version of Heaven. It seemed as likely as anything else, as the two women he was with could easily qualify as angels, if not goddesses, and if this was the case, Keitaro silently congratulated himself on living a virtuous enough life to deserve this fate. Kissing Tsuruko, even as he thrust himself deep into Motoko, he felt himself approaching another climax. He started moaning into Tsuruko’s mouth, and he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, trying to put all of his remaining energy into this one last coupling. After this, he figured he’d need to be hooked up to an IV to keep from dehydrating.
Tsuruko moved her lips to his neck and shoulders, kissing and biting delicately, as Motoko leaned down and claimed Keitaro’s lips as her own. He could hear her moaning into his mouth as she kissed him, and she was moving more frantically, as if she desperately needed to come one last time. Breaking off the kiss, but keeping her face inches from Keitaro’s, Motoko panted shallowly, the look on her face resembling both pain and pleasure. Keitaro could feel her getting tighter, and the sounds she made, along with the feel of her breath on his face, pushed him to new heights. Gripping Motoko tightly at her hips, he thrust upward so hard that he actually lifted his ass off the futon with each push.
Digging her nails into Keitaro’s shoulders, Motoko came with a wail, still savagely impaling herself on Keitaro’s manhood. Grunting through clenched teeth, Keitaro fired off an impossibly large volley of his seed, jet after jet shooting deep into Motoko’s gripping pussy, until he was certain that he’d exhausted his lifetime’s supply of sperm. Motoko collapsed on top of him, her energy expended, and drenched in sweat. Keitaro and Tsuruko weren’t in any better shape, and they all stayed slumped together for some time.
After what felt like an hour, but was probably closer to five minutes, Keitaro went to kiss Motoko when he noticed something. “It’s glowing…”
“Huh?” Motoko replied sleepily. “What’s glowing?”
“Your necklace…”
Motoko looked down and was shocked back to alertness when she saw that the pendant was glowing a bright orange. At her side, Tsuruko’s eyes widened when she belatedly noticed the pendant Motoko was wearing. A sudden feeling of revulsion came over Motoko, and she felt a desperate need to get rid of the jewelry. Yanking it off of her neck, she tossed the still glowing pendant across the room, where it landed with a dull clatter.
A column of black, oily, evil looking smoke suddenly hissed out of the pendant, coalescing in the form of a horned demon before the horrified eyes of Tsuruko, Motoko, and Keitaro. “Freedom!” it shouted. “I’m free!”
“What the hell?” a stunned Keitaro breathed. “You were in that pendant?”
“For a hundred and fifty years I’ve been imprisoned in that blasted trinket,” the demon snarled. “Ever since Nodoka Aoyama imprisoned me.”
“Why-why didn’t my sister or I sense you?” a shaken Motoko asked.
“I made certain I shielded my presence. If you’d known I was there, you wouldn’t have put it on.”
“Why didn’t you escape then?”
“I needed energy to break free from the spell binding me…” the demon casually explained.
“Energy?” Tsuruko asked quietly, still laying next to Keitaro.
“Yes, energy. SEXUAL energy,” the demon replied with a wicked leer. “I inspire feelings of lust and desire in the wearer, and those close to them. And you three were SPLENDID sources of energy. I had expected that it would take weeks to generate what you three did in mere hours…”
“You bastard,” Motoko hissed. “Forcing me to be with Kei- Urashima, with my own sister!”
The demon almost looked affronted. “Force? No, I can’t force anyone, there has to be a latent attraction or good feeling towards the other person for it to work. I increase capabilities a little bit, but mostly I just… set the mood.” The three people on the futon turned very red at that statement.
“And now that I’m free, I shall reclaim Japan!” The demon then threw back it’s head and cackled madly, so enthralled by its dreams of inevitable conquest, that it never noticed the three enraged individuals rising from the futon.
Tsuruko and Motoko, despite being completely naked, still managed to draw their swords and strike the demon. Tsuruko’s slash cut the demon in half at the waist, and Motoko’s follow up very nearly decapitated it. Still, it might have been able to get away and heal itself, and it was preparing to do so, when it looked up and its eyes widened in terror, just seconds before Keitaro, despite having a cast, brought a kosatsu down on its head, delivering the final blow.
The demon turned back into oily smoke, which flowed back into the pendant, leaving the three of them staring down where it had fallen, grim looks of satisfaction present on their faces. “I’ll have to throw that pendant into the ocean tomorrow,“ Tsuruko murmured almost to herself. They then belatedly realized that they were all still naked, and embarrassment overcame them all.
“I-I need… Go... Now... Bath…” Keitaro mumbled as he hurried to his clothes and dressed as fast as he could, unable to even look at Tsuruko and Motoko as he skulked out of the room, making a desperate dash to the nearest shower. The two Aoyamas scarcely noticed his abrupt departure, as they were too busy getting dressed themselves, and planning on running for the outdoor bath.
In the shower, Keitaro scrubbed himself until his skin was raw, desperately trying to remove every last trace of scent that would betray what had happened. He could recall every single second of what had gone on, and he had wondered why he’d let himself get swept away, but the reason was obvious now. When the hot water began to run out, Keitaro reluctantly got out of the shower, and went back to his room to get some clean clothes. He then decided to go to the kitchen to get a drink, which ironically enough, was how he’d gotten pulled into it in the first place.
‘I-I shouldn’t do it, but I’m so thirsty…’ Keitaro snorted at that thought. Considering all that he’d sweated, he should be parched. He entered the kitchen, and was horrified to see Tsuruko and Motoko already there, obviously bathed and changed, as their hair was still damp. Keitaro yelped in surprise, and turned around to run like hell, when Motoko called out to him. “Wait Keitaro, please…”
Pausing at the entrance, but still ready to bolt at the first hint of steel being drawn, Keitaro nervously asked “What-what do you want?”
“It wasn’t your fault Keitaro,” Tsuruko replied softly. “Or Motoko’s or mine… It was the demon…”
“But-but it said-”
“It was probably lying, demons aren’t known for honesty,” Motoko responded. “You don’t have to worry, we-we won’t hurt you…”
Keitaro took a second or two to digest those words, before he hobbled to the table, and gratefully accepted a mug of tea. The three of them sipped tea in silence, each of them remembering their earlier activities.
Their recollections were interrupted when Naru sleepily walked into the kitchen, wearing her robe. She seemed surprised that they were up so late. “What are you all doing up?”
“I could say the same,” Tsuruko responded.
“I-I had a weird… dream,” Naru replied quietly, pointedly averting her eyes and with a blush coloring her cheeks. “I came to get some warm milk. Hey, did any of you hear anything odd a little while ago?”
“No,” Keitaro, Motoko, and Tsuruko replied in perfect unison.
“Hmm. Musta been my imagination,” she said with a yawn. “But shouldn’t you two,” she pointed to Keitaro and Motoko, “be sleeping? You’ve got a big fight in the morning…”
“There’s no need for that now,” Tsuruko announced calmly. When all present looked at her in obvious confusion, she explained. “Earlier tonight, I was… overwhelmed by Keitaro and my sister. I accept that the two of them overcame my resistance. Well done Motoko, you have proven yourself worthy.”
Keitaro went ghostly pale, and Motoko looked to be on the verge of choking. “I-I beg your pardon?” she rasped out.
“The two of you got the upper hand and I submitted. You no longer have need to defeat me.”
Naru looked at Motoko and Keitaro in open astonishment. “You beat her? How?”
“We got lucky,” Keitaro replied, going beet-red when he realized what he’d said.
Naru shook her head in amazement. “I wish I could have seen that…”
“No you don’t,” Motoko instantly replied. “I mean, it was… very private, not suitable for all viewers…”
‘Especially those under eighteen or with weak hearts,’ Keitaro thought, literally biting his tongue to keep from saying that aloud. “It was a one time thing, it’s not like we’ll ever do that again…”
“Why not?” Tsuruko asked.
Motoko and Keitaro both choked on their tea, and Naru and Tsuruko had to pound the both of them on the back so they could breathe again. “Dweh?” was the most coherent reply Keitaro could come up with.
“The two of you worked very well together,” Tsuruko continued calmly. “Perhaps the two of you could come back one day, and see if you could repeat that success…”
“I-I really don’t think that we could do that again…” Keitaro choked out.
“…We could always try…”
“Motoko’s right,” Naru added. “If it’ll help you, you should try it again…”
Tsuruko smiled warmly, even as Keitaro seemed to be on the verge of heart failure. “I truly believe it would be to everyone’s benefit, even Keitaro’s. Perhaps once a month would be sufficient…”
Keitaro looked around and saw the three women nodding in agreement, although Naru had no idea what she was agreeing to. ‘Why am I trying to talk my way out of THIS?’ He then absently touched his throat, wondering if he was now wearing a pendant. “Motoko, where-where did you get that pendant you were wearing earlier?”
“It was in a box with some childhood things,” she replied. “I think my grandmother gave it to me…” Motoko’s brows furrowed. “I guess she didn’t know anything about it,” she murmured under her breath,
“What pendant?” Naru asked.
“I took it off, it didn’t really suit me,” Motoko answered. “It was supposed to be lucky though…”
“I’d say it worked, wouldn’t you Keitaro?” Tsuruko looked at him with her unreadable smile in place.
Keitaro couldn’t answer since he was staring at the inside of his teacup, using it to try to hide his blush.
Naru yawned. “I’m going back to bed. Oh, and congratulations you two…” She then shuffled out of the kitchen and headed for bed.
“I’m kind of worn out myself,” Tsuruko added after a few minutes. “I’m going to bed too. Goodnight Motoko-chan, Keitaro.” She nodded at them and took her leave.
Keitaro and Motoko were now alone in the kitchen, neither willing to be the first to speak. By silent accord, they both got up and walked towards their respective rooms, looking everywhere but at each other. When they reached Motoko’s room, Keitaro forced himself to ask, “Are-are you going to be alright in there?”
“Yes,” Motoko murmured. “The demon is gone, and my sister and I changed the sheets.”
“I see. Goodnight Motoko…” Keitaro turned to walk away when Motoko grabbed his wrist. “What is it?”
Without a word, Motoko leaned in and kissed Keitaro on the lips, before she pulled back, wishing him a goodnight and heading into her room, closing the door behind her.
Keitaro touched his fingers to his lips for a moment, before he slowly made his way back to his own room, where he fell asleep almost instantly.
As expected, the next morning, Keitaro, Motoko, and Naru were on their way back to Hinata House, each of them with vivid memories of their time in Kyoto.
One month later, Keitaro and Motoko made their way back to Kyoto, accepting Tsuruko’s invitation to attempt to recapture the experience…
End of The Trinket
This fic was pre-read by Rx7, who told me that it wasn’t bad, but that I should have included Motoko’s mom in the action as well…