Fetishes that appear in this chapter include: Futanari on futanari, incest (of course), vaginal, felatio, sixty-nine, impregnation, snowballing, well endowed blondes and masturbation.
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When Kohaku secured victory in Ishigami Village's Grand Bout, a tournament dedicated to selecting the new village leader and husband of their priestess, Ruri, she had done so as a pragmatic maneuver. Stopping the bovaristic Magma from assuming power was undoubtedly the wisest choice for everybody's wellbeing, a view shared by many in the village regardless of whether the results were a political marriage between younger and older sisters. Still, Kohaku was happy knowing that no harm would ever come to her sister, even if that meant she would have to handle the nitty gritty the role of village chief required. That she could live with. A small price to pay for the security of her family.
However, Kohaku and Ruri were still expected to live as wife and husband and to produce children later on, something their futanari heritage allowed despite the open apprehension the villagers expressed towards such actions. Indeed, the rush of marrying off two sisters for the sake of momentary legislative convenience brought with it a slew of long term issues that most chose to ignore in the moment, and yet still most continued pushing the dangerous implications of Ishigami's traditions into the back of their minds so to focus on whatever matters happened to be currently at hand.
One such person was none other than Ruri herself, a girl who had, since childhood, lived with the knowledge that most of her life would be dedicated to marrying a patriarch, forfeiting her freedom of romance and, in the process, her independence. It was for those reasons that, at the time of the Grand Bout, marrying her younger sister was a huge relief, one which would surely never become burdensome in and of itself, right?
… Right?
"Welcome home, Kohaku."
"I'm back, Nee-chan." Kohaku hung her spear on the wall of their foyer and stretched. "What's for dinner?"
Ruri was hunched over a kettle with a small fire burning underneath. "Stew and pork. It should be ready soon."
"Good. Is the bath ready?" It had become custom for Ruri to have a bath ready for her sister whenever she returned home since her days were long and laborious.
Ruri nodded. "Just got it warmed up for you."
"Sweet!" Kohaku pulled her dress over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
Her older sister blushed. "Kohaku! How many times do I have to tell you not to strip in the living room? And don't leave your clothes on the floor!"
"Sorry, Nee-chan! I'll pick it up later!" She then slipped off the thin loincloth covering her crotch along with the ones adorning her chest. "I'll get those later, too!"
"Kohaku!" But the young village chief had already disappeared into their bathing chambers with nothing but a loud splash following.
Ruri huffed. "Honestly, that girl. Can lead a whole village but can't put her clothes in a basket." She stirred the broth bubbling in their pot. The blush remained plastered on her cheeks for the image of her sister naked refused to leave her mind.
Kohaku's body had glistened with sweat from a long day of hunting and gathering, a daily chore that had left her body toned and muscular, the complete of opposite of her older sister who couldn't shake the suspicion that some sort of cabin fever was making her hornier than a harlot. She had more or less become a housewife, cooking and cleaning day in and day out with no one but Kohaku coming to greet her. And Kohaku didn't just simply greet her. She was a physical lass, holding hands, hugging, cuddling… groping. The two were legally pronounced man and wife and yet she lacked any self awareness about how other people in the village might perceive such skinship.
Maybe she wants to pretend like nothing has changed? Ruri thought. Maybe I'm just giving too much credence to what others think.
Ruri's role within Ishigami Village had always centered around the concerns of others, so she considered it likely that her lust was nothing more than her buying into the charade of their politics. Like, honestly, how could she possibly fall in love with her sister? For as long as she could remember all of her romantic fantasies involved tall, beefy men with a tender touch and a heart of gold. There's no way Kohaku could compete with such ideal handsomeness. It's not like she were all of those things and more……
Well… she did win the Grand Bout. Women weren't even supposed to participate in such a tournament. It was supposed to be a manly event where only the strongest prevail… and she won… convincingly….
"Oh dear god," Ruri said, hiding her face in her hands. "My sister is my ideal man." 'Twas true. Nobody in Ishigami could claim to be as fit as Kohaku, and nobody ever addressed Ruri with as much grace and care as her beloved little sister.
Not to mention the heat that she was packing!
Ruri only ever caught slight glimpses of it, but whenever Kohaku stripped off her loincloth she let loose a sliver of genital eye candy that polluted her thoughts nearly every second of every day. She knew futanari could grow as large as a normal man, but holy crap even when soft it was as thick as a stud in the mud! To think it was so cute when they were kids….
And then there were the mornings.
The two of them shared a bed. It was something they had done since they were girls, but back in those days Ruri didn't wake up to her sister's morning wood bulging through her shorts. And, of course, Kohaku was such a slob that she just had to sleep with her legs spread so there was no ignoring it.
It was then, in the midst of her daydreams, that Ruri felt a tingle in her groin, a tingle which was followed by the compulsive desire to use her hand. As priestess of Ishigami Village, Ruri deemed it her responsibility to suppress any lewd desires within her, but now the urge to masturbate was overwhelming like never before.
Even worse, however, were the completely unmanned, sweat drenched clothes that Kohaku had abandoned on the floor, right next to Ruri. Defenseless. Alone. Full of her sister's sweet, provocative musk.
God, I'm really a pervert, Ruri thought. A disgusting, sick pervert.
Despite Ruri's self-deprecating thoughts, she couldn't resist crawling towards Kohaku's dress and raising it to her face. The cloth pressed against her nose, so she inhaled. Deeply. Multiple times. Her free hand could no longer stay still. It lifted the hem of her dress just above her waist and lowered the strap of her panties so that her erection could, for the first time in years, spring absolutely free. Her hand grasped it, tenderly at first, but its sensitivity sent shockwaves through her body that begged rougher care.
It was then that Ruri hatched her most nefarious scheme yet. In a daze of lust, she wrapped Kohaku's dress around her cock, moistening her shaft in the process. It's okay, she posited. I do the laundry. Kohaku will never know that this happened. She will never know. Never.
The plan could work! It should work! It would work! Ruri would make sure of it if it was the last thing she did. She would carry this new secret through adulthood, the holidays, old age, the grave—whatever it took for her to finally, for once in her life, get her goddamn rocks off! She wanted this more than anything! She needed it! She deserved it! This was her right! Nobody could stop her!
"Nee-chan? W-what are you doing?"
…
She should've expected the plot would go that route, but her avarice for vice had her pegging for a quainter outcome.
Ruri was frankly too frightened to acknowledge her sister. She wanted to pretend Kohaku's voice was just her imagination, but the presence of her sister's shadow in her periphery all but debunked such a theory.
For lord knows how long, Ruri sat there stunned with Kohaku's dampened dress wrapped around her still hardened cock. Eventually, however, Kohaku spoke again. "R-Ruri? Are you okay?"
Ruri blinked. It was time to face reality, she supposed. After all, she had only herself to blame for losing control, especially over something as taboo as—OH MY STARS!
Standing in the doorway to their bathing chambers was, indeed, Kohaku, only she was stark naked. The illustrious sight of her sister—hair down, body wet from her bath, flaccid cock draped majestically over her pearly testes—was the final nail in the coffin for Ruri, who immediately leapt from her place on the floor and crashed into Kohaku's arms.
"I'm sorry!" Ruri cried. "I'm sorry, but I just can't hold it in any longer!" She kissed Kohaku and hugged her tightly so that, no matter how much she resisted, they wouldn't part easily. Kohaku pushed with all her might, but Ruri refused to let go of her body. Her tongue travelled as deep into her sister's mouth as it could, until, after much struggle, she was thrown to the floor.
Kohaku recoiled for a moment, but quickly bent over to her sister's aid. "Ruri…! I'm sorry! Are you okay?" She extended her hand only for Ruri to pull her to the floor. Her naked body laid atop of her sister, who, regardless of her protests, refused to keep her hands to herself.
Ruri got off to Kohaku's stare of abject horror. Her legs spread themselves wide as her boner popped right out from her dress. "Fuck me!" She cried. "I want to feel you inside of me! To cum from your touch!" Her legs wrapped around Kohaku's frame, stunting her movement further. "Fuck me, Kohaku! Knock me up like our ancestors did!"
"Ruri, stop!" The priestess had forgotten just how strong Kohaku was when she needed to be. Almost as though lifting paper, Kohaku brought herself to her feet with Ruri in tow, legs still wrapped around her hips. While Kohaku thought nothing of it at the time, she had hoisted Ruri by her butt, something which got the older girl even more heated. However, the wetness of Kohaku's body proved to be bad for friction, so she soon slid down her sister's body, all the way to the ground…. Her knees on the floor, her arms hugging Kohaku's bare ass, and her nose against her…
Oh….
Ruri's tongue lapped forward the moment her brain registered her sister's penis. She could still taste the soap from her bath on it, yet even stronger was a peculiar scent, a tantalizing one of sex.
Kohaku jumped back, robbing her sister of her momentary feast. "Ruri, we can't do this! It's wrong!"
Ruri ignored Kohaku's words, instead licking her lips. "Kohaku… did you masturbate in the bath?"
The naked girl stared blankly at her sister before her face lit up bright red. "T-t-that's not important r-right now!"
Ruri smiled. "It tastes really good, you know."
Kohaku yet again was taken aback, only this time it was accompanied by a slowly mounting erection. But still, Kohaku shook her head, stopping her boner midway. "Do you hear yourself? We're sisters! We can't be doing something like this!"
Ruri stood, head downcast. "I don't care." She tugged the lacings of her dress, loosening the fabric so that it slid off her body. Her entire body glistened with a sheen of sweat from cooking in front of a boiling cauldron all day. Her breasts were nearly identical in size and shape to her sister's, however her body was less muscular. Frail could be the definitive adjective to describe her, yet she effortlessly filled her curves out like an hourglass.
Kohaku audibly gulped, her erection resuming its ascent. "W-what?"
"I don't care," she repeated. "We're already married, Kohaku." She stepped towards her sister, who backed up against the wall, shaking her head. Ruri took the initiative, then, to stamp her arm onto the wall behind her sister, and press their bodies together. "We're married, and I love you. So will you love me back?"
Anger, desire, apprehension—Kohaku could feel all of it at that moment. She reluctantly met her sister's eyes. In them was a reverence so deep that Kohaku's heart promptly wept in its loss of innocence, and yet at the same time it swooned. "Yes!" She wailed. "I love you!"
Tears welled in Ruri's eyes. "Oh, Kohaku!" The two smashed their lips together, lust overtaking them immediately. Their tongues swirled around one another hastily, spilling out of their mouths frequently and leaving saliva on their cheeks and chins. Their legs interlocked, rubbing the neck of their cocks together, just as their hands touched and squeezed as much of flesh as they could.
Kohaku became lost in how soft her sister was. Every part of her was supple to the touch, from her shoulders down to her thighs. But nothing beat her lower back. Similarly to how she did before, Kohaku hoisted Ruri off the ground from her ass, toting her all the way to their bed whilst remaining glued to her face. She slung the priestess onto the bed and flipped her with great glee onto her slender stomach, leaving Ruri's delectable backside on full display.
As if on instinct, Ruri raised her butt high into the air, wiggling it back and forth as her legs were too excited to stay stationary. The sight absolutely moved Kohaku, who grasped either side of Ruri's waist before pressing the tip of her cock against her womanhood. Ruri, in her effervescence, cast her sister one last voracious glance, in it an overflowing of need that set her sister's heart ablaze.
Kohaku began thrusting straight into her sister's depths. Her technique lacked any grace whatsoever, however she more than made up for it in speed and power, pistoning in and out of Ruri like a well oiled machine. "Nee-chan!" She screamed. "I love you! I love you more than anything in the world!"
Ruri's entire body erupted in tremors of such insurmountable magnitude as to render her momentarily despondent. She shamelessly ejaculated onto the bed spread, her tongue falling out of her mouth as her eyes narrowed. "Harder!" Was all she could muster before her voice was swept up in a wave of moans.
"Yes!" Kohaku said. "I love you, Nee-chan!" She gripped Ruri's ass cheeks tightly, reeled back her hips and then, with as much force as she could gather, thrust forward.
Every nerve in Ruri's body surged. She clutched at the sheets as her toes curled, and before she knew it a fountain of juices were spraying from her pussy. The second thrust came only seconds later, its power forcing yet another ejaculation out of her. The girl could hardly fathom if she would survive a third or a fourth thrust, and yet she welcomed it with all her heart.
Kohaku, on the verge of reaching orgasm, leaned forwards and latched onto Ruri's breasts, squeezing them tightly whilst squishing her own against Ruri's back. Ruri had never thought about whether she was genuinely attracted to the female body or just its male genitalia, but the sensation of her sister's sizable tits poking into her back convinced her that she was a straight up lesbian. That is, as much as a lesbian one can be when thirsty for hot, Amazonian futanari.
Kohaku then thrust right into Ruri's most sensitive place, the area which, on the other side of her vaginal walls, hid her prostate. To say Ruri orgasmed would be an understatement. She outright screamed for all the world to hear as her insides were quickly flooded with her sister's seed. She could practically feel herself being impregnated, something that pushed her far beyond the edge. "CUMMING!!!!!!!" She wailed.
By some miracle of will, Ruri unloaded her biggest ejaculation yet, dampening further the sheets whilst simultaneously causing her pussy to squirt like a hose. Spots littered her vision as she drifted along the cusp of consciousness, but the ecstasy overload sent currents of electricity throughout her every muscle that jolted her back to reality. Eventually, however, after Kohaku's penetration ceased, her body gave way as sleep overtook her. But sleep would prove futile, for perverted dreams of Kohaku kissing her most sensual places would soon beckon her back to the land of the living, whereupon she would see her sister… kissing her most sensual places. Quite passionately, she noted.
The village chief smiled through the dick in her mouth, gurgling "Good morning" before unceremoniously being cut off by an onslaught of spunk pouring down her throat. Ruri was understandably eager after so many years of denied release. Even the slightest bit of stimulation from her wife was enough to incite an ejaculation, especially given the impressive bust of her balls which were overflowing with an excessive backlog of sperm. Nevertheless, Kohaku gulped down every drop with a satisfied sigh. "You were right, Nee-chan. This does taste really good."
Ruri's heart nearly imploded. "I want to taste you again, Kohaku. I want your cock in my mouth."
Kohaku's heart similarly swooned. "A-alright," she said. "Let's try this then." Kohaku flipped her lower half on top of Ruri, leaving both of them face to face with one another's cocks. Not a word of explanation was needed as the two began devouring each other's erections, licking and sucking and kissing and rubbing and gagging them like there was no tomorrow. Ruri was quick to ejaculate again, but Kohaku's newfound sensitivity forced her to do the same shortly after. They swirled their cum around in their mouths, savoring the flavor on their tongues whilst their saliva mixed with its gooey contents, happy to their fullest with life.
Ruri rolled off Kohaku and pulled her sister upwards. Their lips crashed together, all of the semen and spit contained within their mouths flowing freely between them whilst much of it trickled down their chins and fell upon their bountiful chests. The span of time in which they had gone soft after ejaculating came to a quick end as they humped each other's still wet cocks. Kohaku obsessively squeezed her sister's pillowy ass cheeks as they were rapidly becoming her favorite playthings. Likewise, Ruri found herself fixated on Kohaku's breasts, teasing her nipples by rubbing their fallen cum into her skin.
Eventually they swallowed what remained in their mouths, pressed their foreheads together, and looked into one another's eyes while panting from the exhilaration. Ruri hugged her sister tightly. "You and I just had sex, Kohaku."
"We did more than that," she chuckled. "Do you regret it?"
Ruri shook her head. "Not a bit, but I felt like it needed to be said out loud before we went any further."
Kohaku, with a little bit more reluctance than she'd ever admit, forwent groping her sister's tush to give her a genuine hug. "I promise to always take care of you, Ruri, as my sister, as my best friend, and as my wife. I love you."
Ruri smiled, her teary-eyed face buried in Kohaku's shoulder. "You've always taken care of me, Kohaku. Promise you'll let me take care of you, too."
"Ok," she said. "Will you tell me you love me again?"
Ruri lifted her head to kiss her sister's forehead. "I love you, Kohaku. I'll always, always love you."
"Thank you."
"Mhm."
"I love you, Ruri."
"I love you, too, Kohaku."
They held each other for a few minutes before Kohaku began to shuffle in place. "R-Ruri?"
"Hmm?"
"Seeing you feel good earlier… it's making me a little…."
Ruri glanced down. Kohaku's thighs were wet with cum from her pussy. "I-I see."
Kohaku moaned. "Will you… do to me what I did to you?"
"Yes! I'd love to…!" Ruri paused, then sulked. "I-I… I can't. Sorry."
"Why?" Kohaku asked.
"Because…." Kohaku's eyes were tinged with a disappointment that made Ruri's words hurt all the more. "Because, you're our village chief and our strongest hunter. If you were to become pregnant we'd be in trouble."
Kohaku blinked. "A-are you pregnant?"
"Uhhh…. P-probably…." Ruri couldn't tell if she was horrified by such a reality, or happy. Whatever the emotion, it had her face redder than… red. Thinking of appropriate analogies was difficult when considering the ramifications of being knocked up by one's sister.
Kohaku mulled over the ethics of incestual breeding for a moment before rebounding with a coy smirk. "Well, if I can't get pregnant, then I can just do you again."
"Eh?" And before Ruri knew it, she was underneath her sister again. "W-wait, but we just…! Oh, fuck it. Mess me up!"
"That's all I wanted to hear 3." Kohaku and Ruri never had any sort of ceremony for their marriage, nor had they ever enjoyed a honeymoon, but that night they made up for everything they had missed out on and more, consequences be damned. They'd spend the next week acclimating to the implications of their relationship, ultimately deciding to hide it for the foreseeable future, but a pregnant Ruri would eventually raise some questions… but in the moment who cares? There was too much sex to be had.
And yes, dear reader, they did indeed forget about eating dinner that night. They had more compelling things to think about at the time. I'm sure you understand. Insert cheeky joke about getting their fill of each other.
Hah. Hahaha.
This fic is over. Goodbye.