Careless Destiny 2 by David Eddy A sequel to "Careless Destiny", a side story set in the universe of Todd Hill's "Careful Destiny". Last updated: 25/Jan/03 "Careful Destiny" is written by Todd Hill (accountant@nabiki.com). This story has been written in the universe of "Careful Destiny" with Todd's permission, but he is not responsible for the contents of this story except insofar as he has offered ample provocation in his writing. (Don't understand this comment? Read the Careful Destiny series! It's archived at http://www.nabiki.com/fanfic/rancar.htm.) He also suggested the title for the original side story. This story presumes knowledge of the first four parts of "Careful Destiny", in addition to the original "Careless Destiny". You can probably enjoy the story without having read "Careful Destiny", but no concessions are made to the unscheduled reader. The first part of this side story branches off from the Careful Destiny storyline at the end of Part Four. One can think of the "Careless Destiny" stories as representing a side branch of the "Careful Destiny" universe; they continue to diverge from the parent story line. No attempt is made to reconcile this side story branch with further episodes in the main story line. This story is a fan fiction based on Takahashi Rumiko's Manga series, Ranma 1/2. The characters of Ranma 1/2 are the property of Takahashi Rumiko and her licensees. Lemon Warning: This story contains graphic and explicit sexual content. Further, two of the main characters, Ranma and Ranko, are brother and sister and engage in sexual conduct. Do not read it if you are a minor in your jurisdiction or if not permitted by law, or if you don't like this sort of story. Ranma awoke to the shock of a splash of cold water. Without conscious thought he leaped from his bed, only to check himself when he saw it was his sister Ranko. His sister. Automatically he though of what they had done the previous night, and colour rose on his cheeks. "Lookin' good, bro," said Ranko as she stared at his groin, at which Ranma suddenly realised that (a) he was naked, and (b) his cheeks weren't the only place to get extra blood flow. Reflexively he grabbed some boxer shorts and whipped them in front to hide his privates from Ranko and blushed even harder. Almost involuntarily he noted slight indentations in the material of the tee-shirt she wore with her gi pants. She looked as though she was ready to slip on her gi jacket and belt and start training. "Is Ranma out of bed yet Ranko?" came his mother's voice. It sounded as though she was safely downstairs, Ranma noted with relief. "Yes, mom!" she called back down befure turning back to him. "Pop wants to do some training before he has to head off for the Sunday sessions at work, so get dressed and get downstairs, bro." "Yeah, sure, now get outta here and lemme get changed!" Ranko giggled before turning and leaving his room, and the closing door cut off his view of the way her butt filled out the cotton gi pants she wore. No panty lines, he noted absently, before he turned his gaze down to his now rock-hard erection. With a curse he dropped his boxers and slipped on a jock strap, wincing at the pain as he stuffed his cock into the pouch regardless of the fact that it wouldn't fit in its current state. Well, at least it got rid of the erection. Ranko saw her father to the door and wished him well at his work as he walked away from the house, then returned to the back yard to check on Ranma. Something was very wrong with her brother. He hadn't sparred at anything like his best; he had been distracted and she had been able to land blows on him more or less at will. Even their father had noticed, and begun to yell at Ranma for being a weak girl before Ranko had somehow managed to distract him from his tirade. He had cleaned up and left for work shortly after that. Emerging from the house, Ranko saw that her brother sat on the engawa - the verandah-like passageway that circled the outside of house - near the pond. He had his arms around his legs with his knees drawn up under his chin and he was resting his head on his knees. It was a very feminine pose, but thoughts about chiding her brother about it died still-born as she saw the expression on his face. He looked miserable. Almost without thought Ranko was suddenly at her brother's side, her arms wrapped around him. "Ranma, what's wrong?" she asked gently. "Leave me alone," he said without heat. "No! I'm not going to leave you alone when you're like this." She tightened her arms briefly in an empathic hug. "So you're going to have to tell me what's on your mind. You haven't been yourself this morning, bro, and now this. You look like somebody's died or something." Ranma jerked in her arms as she said this, and then mumbled, "I'm the lowest of the low." Now it was Ranko's turn to jerk in surprise. "What are you talking about! You're not--" "I am! After what I did last night, how am I gonna face Akane this afternoon?!" Ranko dropped the hug and slapped him across the face. Ranma stared up at her in shocked amazement, hurt visible on his face, and Ranko took his head in both hands and leaned forward until only inches separated them. "Now you listen, buster. What *we* did last night - not just you, but *we* - was fun, it was lovely and you wouldn't believe just how much I wanted it. If you remember, bro, I had to talk you into it, and it wasn't easy! But you seemed to have a pretty good time, just like I did, and that's good. "But I don't want you killing yourself with reciminations, brother dearest! I thought I got this out of your stupid head last night, but I can see I was wrong. So listen, and listen good! "I love you, you big fool. You're my brother, yes, but you're also the person I love most in the world right at the moment, and I can't stand to see you hurting. What we did last night, it was fun and an expression of our love, and it was *sooo* good, and I'm not going to cheapen it by saying it was *only* fun... but we can't marry each other, even if we wanted to. And for that reason..." Ranko broke off and sighed, a lump surging in her throat as she forced herself to continue. "Bro, I know you love Akane like nothing else in the world, and that at best I'm second to her. That's good, because it's the way things should be. We had lots of fun, and we showed our love for each other, but it's possible to love more than one person. Hopefully we'll have fun again, and we're going to keep on loving each other, but there's going to be other people in our lives. "'The more you love, the more you can love.' I read that somewhere, and I believe in it. You should think about it, bro. I want you to go out there and love Akane, or whomever is right for you... and continue to love your family, including me. "As for the fun part, I guess I moved too quickly for you, and I'm sorry if that's what's got you all torn up. I... I... love you so much, it just seemed natural, and nobody was gonna get hurt, and I had hoped that..." Ranko was surprised when Ranma wiped her cheeks with a thumb, cleaning away tears that she didn't remember starting. She opened her eyes - which she didn't remember closing - and looked into his smiling face. "It's okay, sis," he said gently with one thumb resting against her left cheek. "I think I'm beginnin' to see what you're drivin' at...." Ranko smiled a little, and nodded. "That's good." "So..." he said with a mischevious smile, "you wanna scrub my back?" Ranko stared briefly at him in shock, then allowed a dazzling smile to burst onto her face. Throwing her arms around him once again, she said, "What do you think, buster?" "Well come on then, you stink!" Inside the kitchen, Nodoka watched as the children got up and sprinted into the house. With a little smile she turned back to the dishes. In the changing room cum laundry which guarded the entrance to the bathroom proper, Ranma again noted the smoothness of Ranko's butt in her gi pants as she bent over to place the heavy jacket-like top in the washing hamper. "Say, sis?" "Hmm?" "Is there any particular reason why you didn't wear panties today?" Ranko looked at Ranma oddly and straightened. "What makes you think I'm not wearing any?" Ranma blushed. "No lines." He'd never actually noticed them before, but their absence - combined with his new awareness - cried out to him. "Oh. Well, you're mistaken, bro. Here, I'll show you." Suiting action to word, she slipped off her gi pants and tank top, leaving herself dressed in a bra and the smallest panties Ranma had ever seen... not that he'd seen all that many, but... Ranko turned around. "See? It's called a T-back." Ranma gaped. The panties were essentially backless, with the thin thread of their sides joined to another thin thread that disappeared between the deliciously rounded cheeks of Ranko's ass, with a tee of fabric where they joined. "Wow," he breathed. "Aren't they great?" asked Ranko with a smirk. A little later, Ranma sat in one end of the furo, watching as his sister rinsed herself with a final cold- water rinse and stepped in. He admired her as she did so, from her beautiful face to her large, well-shaped breasts with perky carmine nipples, over firm, well- muscled flanks. His eye was drawn by a flash of pink from within the nest of dark hair between her legs as she lifted first one leg then the other over the rim of the furo. With a sigh she settled down into the hot water, choosing to sit between Ranma's feet, facing him, with her legs bent and her feet on the floor of the furo outside his knees. "Kami-sama that feels good," she sighed as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the rim of the bath. For a time the pair of them were content just to sit in silence, but eventually Ranko started playing with one of her feet, pulling it up out of the bath to inspect the calf and foot. "The bruising seems to have gone," said Ranma as she inspected her leg. "How's your ankle, sis? You don't seem to be favouring it?" Ranko lowered her leg into the bath and lifted the other one. She grabbed her ankle and with the other hand firmly rotated the foot about, testing the flexion of the joint. "Nope, it's all better. That Tofu-sensei of yours is a miracle worker, bro! I haven't ever had bruises disappear this fast before." Ranma shrugged. "I met him... you know, *before*. Akane took me there on my first day of school... first in the morning, to get hot water; and later after school, after she pounded me into a jelly." "Really?" asked Ranko as she lowered her leg back into the steaming water. "Yeah, well, I called her uncute so I guess I..." "...deserved everything you got. So, are you looking forward to this afternoon?" Ranma smiled a silly smile as he thought of the date he had coming this afternoon. "Yeah." "Good." Ranko lifted her leg out of the water again, examining her calf from a distance of about twelve inches. The way she had to raise her arms, pulling on her ankle to bring her leg close to her face, raised her nipples out of the water. Ranma found his eyes drawn almost involuntarily to her breasts. Ranko watched him out of the corner of her eye as she ostensibly examined her leg. She smiled to herself as a wicked thought occurred to her. She lowered her leg and stood up in the bath, feet shoulder-width apart and facing Ranma straight-on. She quickly ran her fingers through her pubic hair and smiled. "Ranma, do you shave?" Ranma looked at her stupidly. "Shave?" She gestured to her face, making a motion as if to run her palm over one cheek and her chin but not actually touching her face. "Yeah. Shave. You know, with a razor." Understanding lit Ranma's eyes, and he shook his head. "Nope, never had to." He duplicated Ranko's gesture thoughtfully, running his palm and fingers over his smooth cheeks and chin. "Doesn't look like I'm ever gonna have to, either." Ranko shrugged. It wasn't unknown. Ranma didn't have any hair on his arms, legs, or body - except for his armpits and pubic region - and general lack of body hair was not unknown in the Japanese. Some bigots even put down the presence of facial hair in some Japanese to dilution of the pure blood of the originator of the Japanese race, Amaterasu-sama, with that of the filthy garlic-eating Koreans and the bararian Ainu. Whatever the cause, Ranko also delighted in the lack of hair on her own limbs so she wasn't surprised when the person who was effectively her twin didn't have that problem either. Smiling, Ranko took a step forward, her feet ending up either side of Ranma's knees. "Oh well. I was hoping you'd have some experience." "E-e-experience?" "Mmm." She tangled her fingers in her pubic hair, drawing Ranma's attention to it. "I want to shave, and I was hoping you'd know how to..." "Y-you want to...?" Shocked, Ranma looked like a deer caught in the beam of a spotlight. Ranko nodded, smiling impishly. "I figure it'll be neat. I've read about it, you know, and they say..." "Th-they say...?" Ranko leaned close to Ranma, whispering hotly in his ear. "That it increases sensitivity, and that men really like it, you can't stop them from *licking* you..." She felt herself heating at her blunt words, avoiding the gentle circumlocutions that would normally have been used. The very bluntness of her words helped her visualise it, Ranma kneeling before her, his hands on her hips *holding* her to his-- "Ahh... I dunno." Taking his hand, Ranko stood upright again and stepped out of the o-furo, half-dragging him. "C'mon, big bro, it'll be fun. Besides, I thought you told me you'd do anything for me?" "Well, sure, but--" "Well I feel like being pampered again." "But what about Mom?" "She already knows we're bathing together; not much is gonna shock her at this point. Besides, this is all part of your training. Remember?" "Training... yeah right." "I'm serious." Ranko slipped on a robe. "Now you stay there, Ranma-oniichan, and I'll be right back. I've just got to go get a razor." Ranko came back a few minutes later to find Ranma sitting cross-legged on the tiled floor, hands upon his thighs. His eyes were closed and she noticed that his cock was flaccid; he appeared to be meditating. Taking her razor - purchased long ago to keep her armpits smooth - she filled a small bucket with hot water from the o-furo and knelt to spread a towel on the bathroom tiles. Ranma opened his eyes, his calming exercise complete. Despite only having known his new-found sister for a few weeks, he knew that Ranko would insist that he do this. So he had used the few minutes she had been gone to calm himself, varying the self-hypnotic meditation with phrases to convince himself that it was okay to do what he was going to do and that he should enjoy himself and not upset his sister. The sight that greeted him was his nude sister, spreading a towel on the floor of the bathroom. He smiled as she sat on the towel, leaning back and opening her legs for him. He felt his cock twitch. "Are you ready, bro?" Ranko asked softly, with a smile. Ranma scooted closer, between Ranko's legs, without unfolding himself from his cross-legged position. "I guess. Shouldn't we use some... soap, or somethin'?" Ranko handed Ranma a tube. "Here, I use this when I do my under-arms." "How do you use it?" "Just squeeze some on your fingers and rub it in." Ranma looked at Ranko to check her for any hesitation, but saw none, so he unscrewed the top and squeezed some soapy white substance onto his fingertips. Curious, he rubbed a little between the index finger and thumb of his other hand. "It's silky. Smooth," he said, surprised. With a frown, Ranko grunted impatiently. "Mou. Get on with it." Something sparked in Ranma, and he grinned. "Yes, my queen." "Don't push it." Smiling, Ranma squeezed out a good dollop of the shaving cream and applied it to Ranko's pubic hair. She gave a gasp as the cold cream came into contact with her skin, then let her toes curl as the sensations of Ranma smoothing the cream into her mons began to warm her blood, and loins. His fingers flowed smoothly over her pubic mound, finally dipping between her legs to trace her outer lips. "Done," said Ranma at last, and all too quickly. He washed the remaining cream off his hand in the bucket of warm water and turned back to her, trying to ignore the throbbing of his now steel-hard erection. "Now what?" Ranko held out the so-called lady-razor, broad and white with its pleasant aqua-coloured rubber grip. "Here, I'll show you." She half-sat up and applied the blade to the skin at the top of her bush and pulled down gently, then held it up. "See?" The head of the razor was now adorned with long black hairs, and there was a gap at the top of her pubic bush. Ranma nodded, and took the razor. "I see." "Clean the razor in the warm water by shaking it," Ranko put in as Ranma leaned forward as if preparing to go to work. He did so, splashing water over the rim, but pulling the razor out he noticed that the cut hairs were gone. "Ah," he grunted, then turned back to Ranko. He saw that she was now lying back, leaning back on her elbows and her legs pulled up and wide-spread. She looked down between her legs as if to check her view and then looked up at Ranma, a come-hither in her eyes. Ranma, whose cock had started to flag while he was absorbed in the technicalities of razor use, felt himself stiffen once more to the consistency of an iron bar. Ranko looked so sexy, so lovely, so... available, offering herself to him completely but kind of propping herself up so she could see and participate in the action. He resisted the urge to stroke himself, knowing that he would come messily the moment he touched himself. In an attempt to distract himself, Ranma leaned forward and carefully applied the razor to Ranko's skin the same way she had. With a feather-soft touch he drew it down, but it just skimmed over the stiff hair of her mound. "You've gotta press a little harder than *that*," Ranko said with a smile. As with all things physical, Ranma learned quickly. Ranko leaned her head back and let out a breathy groan as Ranma ran his fingers along her slippery lips, trying to get a grip so he could get a smooth shave. He had quickly got the idea of how to get a smooth result, testing the feel by running his thumb over the freshly- shaven skin with devastating results for Ranko's state of mind. Again his thumb ran over both outer lips, another quick stroke of the razor, and then a surprising splash of a hot-water-laden washcloth. "Hey!" said Ranko. "You're done," said Ranma with a grin as he wiped her crotch clear of the last traces of shaving soap. He dropped the washcloth on the floor and quickly ran feather-light fingers over her smooth mons. "See?" Ranko looked down. There was no sign of hair, or stubble, just smooth skin which divided to form her outer lips and the hood over her clit just before it disappeared out of her view. "Looks good, bro," she said with a smile. Ranma nodded. Fascinated, he drew his fingers over her mount and down over her lips, smiling to himself at her indrawn breath. It felt smooth, sexy; it looked... inviting. Remembering her rationale, he grinned to himself and after favouring Ranko with a devilish look he reached under her hips and lifted her into the air, putting her down on the edge of the furo. Ranko watched, heart racing now, as Ranma continued to explore her bare pussy. Light, maddening touches threatened to drive her mad, made all the worse when all of a sudden he leaned in and gave her a tentative lick. "Not bad," he said sitting back up and favouring her with a loving smile. "I *do* like it better this way." With that he dived back in again, this time applying lessons learned last night but now that the hair was gone, he did not feel the vague hesitation he had felt before. Now it was like eating a tangy peach, warm and smooth and delicious, everywhere interesting. In fact, if he concentrated, he could play Ranko's voice almost like an instrument, just by varying the pressure and location and by playing with her, almost like Amaguriken for the tongue. Ranko came suddenly, then began the climb even higher as Ranma continued to torment her with his tongue. How did he *do* what he was doing? She could almost *sense* him playing with her, learning her reactions, almost like he was developing a *kata* using her - oh! - involuntary reactions as - ah! - a kind of feedback.... Suddenly she could stand no more, and she pushed his head back from her crotch. Now standing over him, she leaned down and pushed him back until he was laying on the floor. Squatting, she took him in her hand and almost without hesitation sat down on Ranma's cock. The iron-hard erection sliced into her, sliding easily on her copious natural lubrication. When her lips met the base of his cock with its wiry hair, the sensation made her squeeeeeze him involuntarily, then she was sliding easily up and down - oh! - and up and shimmy and down - ah! - and up and down and oooh, yes, ahhh, more.... Through a small gap where the bathroom door was not quite closed, Nodoka watched as Ranko bounced up and down on Ranma's glistening cock. She smiled to herself as she noted happily that her son's penis was somewhat larger than his father's. Almost involuntarily she reached between her legs and ran her fingers over her panties, discovering as she did so that the gusset was somewhat moist. Licking her lips, she slipped her fingers inside her slippery warmth. Closing her eyes briefly and biting her lip, she breathed, "Oh, my *manly* son!" * * * It was four o'clock when Ranma arrived at the Tendou home that afternoon. Opening the gate he entered the oh-so-familiar grounds. "Hello the house!" he called as he walked towards the door behind which lurked the genkan. Rapid footsteps sounded from inside the house, and Ranma was surprised to see Nabiki open the front door. He kept his reaction from his face, however, and smiled at her. "Why hello, Ranma," said Nabiki. "Please come in. Akane is almost ready for your date." "Nabiki-san," he said with a smile, fighting his nervousness. "How are you?" Nabiki looked at him with a piercing gaze, then smiled a crooked smile. "Well, well. Mister Hero is all nervous," she said half-mockingly. She looked him up and down. "Looking good, Ranma." She took a half- step forward and ran the back of her right forefinger down his cheek. "Maybe if Akane doesn't want you, I'll take you for myself." Ranma blushed and gulped, unable to speak, his jaw locked shut from the tingling that followed the trail of her finger. "Well come on in, Mr. Hero," said Nabiki as she turned back into the house. Almost involunarily, Ranma's eyes went to her butt, rounded and firm inside her faded, chamois-soft cutoff short shorts. "Ah, yeah," said Ranma distractedly, as he quickly bent and doffed his shoes then followed Nabiki into the house. Akane smiled at Ranma as they walked down the stree towards the local train station. He looked nice, wearing loose black pants and a Chinese tang in midnight blue embroidered in silver and red. She liked the way it matched the dark blue dress... like they were a couple. She looked away from him as she blushed at the thought. A couple! No, not... Looking back up at his strong face, she allowed the thought to drift in to nothingness. Well, maybe. The movie cinema was dark, lit only by the light of the movie on the big screen. Curiously, the cinema was less than half full, but Akane wasn't arguing with that. She had enjoyed dinner with Ranma, even though at times it had been a bit awkward. He obviously was even more nervous than her, and he often had difficulty getting his words out, and he had even put his foot well and truly into his mouth on one or two occasions. But he was nice. She liked him. Something about him drew her towards him, and here alone with him in the dark of the cinema she decided to allow herself to act out her feelings. Ranma barely controlled a jerk as he felt Akane lean herself against his shoulder. In the cool, flickering dark of the cinema she felt warm. For a long moment he held himself still, until Ranko's voice came to him in his head: 'Put your arm around her shoulders, dummy. She wants you to!' He glanced over at Akane. She was leaning slightly forward. It seemed Ranko was right... again. And so, he slowly lifted his arm from his side between them, raised it up, and lowered it over her shoulders. She slipped more towards him, her shoulder fitting neatly into the hollow of his chest just near his armpit, and her small but surprisingly strong hand clasped his and dragged it to the front of her shoulder. He felt his face flush red as he felt the beginnings of softness through the dress beneath his fingertips, contrasting with the firm muscles under his palm. He wanted to move his fingers, caressing as he had learned with Ranko, but he held himself still and simply squeezed briefly with his arm before returing his gaze to the screen. * * * ...more to come...