'The Hands of a Man'
Disclaimer: Ken Akamatsu wrote 'Love Hina' and he owns the rights. I wrote this for tale for fun and seek no re-dress from it.
Writer's note: After some major turmoil, two women have their fondest wish granted.
-Chapter 3-
In bed, Tsuruko laid in the arms of the woman she loved. It had been quite a wonderful experience after she had gone through a life-changing trauma.
Having your so-called family disown and strip you of your family name used to lead someone of her stature to commit Seppuku. Tsuruko though, did not care one wit about what her former clan had done to her because for quite a while now, they were all dead to her.
But what of her younger sister?
-Flashback-
Having laughed in their collective faces, Tsuruko shocked the elders of her clan when she drew the Aoyama clan's most ancient Katana from its Saya and destroyed it in front of them. Before anyone could stop her, she struck the side of the ancient blade across a stone step on the dais.
Although it was an ancient and powerful symbol of their clan's ancient heritage, they had tarnished its prestige, and so a symbol of an era gone by was no more. The weapon had also been an 'albatross' around her neck, and she was glad to be rid of the damnable thing.
She missed the smile of her father, as it had disappeared rather quickly.
To add insult to injury, Tsuruko threw the piece in her hand in front of her non-blood-related uncle, who sat there and just about foamed at the mouth.
Without any regret, the soon to be former heir had a big smile on her face, and without a bow, turned her back on them.
With her back to them, she then declared in a loud clear voice, "I would rather be the disowned heir of this decrepit clan and its pathetic clinging to the old ways, than turn my back on the woman I love. I will never grace this place with my presence ever again unless it is to return and burn this shithole to the ground."
With her affirmation, Tsuruko departed from the Aoyama Dojo without looking back once.
Out of sight of the elders, her mother nodded and shed a tear. In her heart, she hoped to seek revenge for her daughters because of this disgrace.
Before Tsuruko had totally departed the building, she stripped off her Gi and disdainfully tossed it onto the floor. Then, as a last bit of rejection to her former clan, position and heritage; she spat on the garment.
Not immodest as to be topless, she still wore the hated traditional wrapping which had bound her large breasts. As soon as she arrived back at her apartment, she would no longer dress like a relic or Samurai movie reject. As soon as Tsuruko walked off of the Aoyama clan grounds, she would be free.
Draped where she had left it, Tsuruko grabbed the only possession that was truly hers here before she departed to begin her new life. It was a leather jacket that was a college graduation gift from her girlfriend Haruka. Having put it on, she strolled out the gate and down the street whistling a tune while swaying her gorgeous Hakama-covered ass.
The full view of her luscious body was for her lover's eyes only.
Taking a fob from her jacket pocket, Tsuruko stepped into an opulent condominium complex in the best part of Kyoto. After she had entered her apartment, Tsuruko stripped the rest of the traditional garments off, put on an expensive silk dressing gown and tossed the remnants of her past down the garbage chute. Silk and lace bras along with bikini or thong panties were so much better than the old shit that she had worn at the Dojo. Now with that part of her life buried and gone, she would only wear sexy clothing that would catch her lover's eye.
Speaking of which, she needed to call Haruka and let her know that she would be at her place in Kanagawa Prefecture very soon. Tsuruko would not tell her if the move would be permanent yet, not until it was the right time. When it was, she would sit with her lover and Keitaro to discuss the situation as it pertained to the Aoyama.
It helped Tsuruko to know that Keitaro would be sympathetic to her cause. Mostly though it would be because of her younger sister.
The next morning, she packed her car with only the essentials and would head out the next day. Since she owned her apartment and had more money than the Aoyama could ever dream of, Tsuruko decided to keep the place. It would be a great place to come to when she and her lover came down to Kyoto on holiday.
Just a few business necessities to sort out and documents to electronically sign before she departed for the woman she loved.
With no fear of retaliation from the Aoyama, Tsuruko was a master of all budo forms. Especially the highest arts. A few of the most ancient scrolls were the most difficult for her to master, but when she did, Tsuruko destroyed the scrolls. She wanted no more taint on her once proud heritage.
If that was not enough, she and her lover could easily kick any Aoyama ass.
"Fucking assholes," hissed Tsuruko angrily.
On her last night there for a while, she took a long and luxuriant bath. Before she hopped into her huge bed and masturbated about her lover.
Fantasies might be good sometimes, but Tsuruko needed a night of passionate sex with her lover. That was before she related to them the truth about what had happened to her and the reasons why. She wanted them to hear it from her before they heard about it from someone else since the situation could certainly become very dicey.
"Motoko-han," whispered Tsuruko whose thoughts then turn to her sister.
-End of Flashback-
"Haru-chan, did you have to be so rough?" purred Tsuruko after she caught her breath.
-The next morning-
In her new kitchen, Shinobu made breakfast. Grateful that school would be through in a couple of days for the summer break, she remembered how well everything went with her of semester end finals. She had studied very hard with her Senpais, as even Keitaro jumped in to help her with some of the more difficult subjects after he had finished his work.
One thing that the petit miss appreciated was that after a long and brutal study session with her Senpais, was a late-night swim at the new hilltop lake facility. The place was well lit, mostly bug-free and the girls were in awe of how the area looked now.
When the two were alone, Kitsune became like her namesake and was a little frisky with Keitaro in the water. She showed him a lot of skin which made him glad they used it after dark. Otherwise, he would have shown the Fox a different kind of magic trick. (Writer's note: a deliberate sick joke)
He told them it was for their use and suggested that when they came back there for a swim, to have someone with them.
But now, she is almost through with her prep work. Like clockwork, her Senpai came through the kitchen door to assist her in finishing up with the morning meal. The coffee urn perked, tea kettle was on, and the service platters were ready.
BRRRR! BRRRR!
At that moment, Keitaro received a call on his smart phone. It was Haruka, and if it was not on the radio network, something would have been up.
"I'll be right down," he said in a monotone voice and hung up.
With it understood that something was bothering his cousin, he told Shinobu to not to save anything for him as he would eat down at Haruka's place.
Nodding her reply, the girl smiled after him as he departed.
-In Haruka's Tea Shoppe-
"Morning, Haru-nee," said Keitaro as he came into the back of the Tea Shoppe, "What's up?" He noticed that someone else was there but had not seen the expensive car out front with the Kyoto plates on it. "I see," he added as he answered his own query. It could mean only one thing. "Hello, Tsuruko-nee," he said upon seeing Motoko's older sister.
The woman in question sat in a booth and held hands with Haruka. It looked as if they had been there for a while, because their mugs were just about empty, and they had already finished their breakfast.
"Please take a seat, Kei-kun," said Haruka, "We need to talk.".
When Keitaro heard that, he knew that something was about to 'hit the fan'. So, he sat in a chair across from them.
Haruka's tone was profoundly serious and along with the tears that fell from Tsuruko's eyes, it seemed that something serious must have happened to her. Her resolve to stay strong had finally fallen apart.
As he sat there, Keitaro listened with rapt attention.
Starting in, Tsuruko told him about another Omiai that she her clan subjected her to and to wit she had said no. It was the sixteenth time she had done so in the past eleven years. An unrelated Oji-san by marriage had wondered why when the last man who called for her hand was very handsome and quite rich.
Minus her parents, the clan was angry at her because the marriage could have brought the Aoyama back into solvency.
Nodding, Keitaro took note of that.
At a crossroads in her life, which was when Tsuruko acted and had decided to 'come out of the closet' so to speak. Without any preamble, she then informed them of the reason why she had turned down so many marriage proposals.
"I said right out that I was gay and did not want a man," said the distraught woman, "They hated when I announced that I have always been a lesbian and then refused their outrageous demands to name my partner." She looked from Keitaro to Haruka and added, "Most of them would have blown a blood vessel if I would have said that she was Urashima."
There was no humor in that declaration.
Haruka gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"No one there dared to challenge me to a duel," scoffed Tsuruko with contempt, "It would have been stupid on my opponent's part because I was the best out of all of them with a Katana. All they did was sit there on their fat asses drinking Sake."
Lastly, she told him that without her mother's consent, they stripped of the title of heir to the Aoyama Dojo, shunned her and took her name off of the roll of the Aoyama.
Angered, her father then made plans to leave the compound and go back to his family in Osaka. Her mother, though Aoyama by blood, felt nothing but shame by the actions of distant or non-blood related clan members.
By now, Keitaro seethed as both women noticed the enormous change from his calm demeanor. A smirk crossed his face when Tsuruko said that she broke the clan's oldest Katana and had defiled her Gi.
"I'm glad that I still have my Haru-chan, my company and that I've made some wise investments in the past few years, or I'd have nothing," added Tsuruko while Haruka held her.
A calmness then prevailed as Keitaro then began, "I've listened to your story about how you threw away your family heritage because you declared that you were a lesbian and how you come to be with your lover. Well, it's about damn time you came to your senses and started to make Haru-nee happy. Now I'm going to tell you something Tsuruko-nee, and you're going to listen to me." His words contained a mix loathing, anger and regret. "Your former clan was on the verge of bankruptcy a few years ago, and the Urashima clan went down there to pull their collective asses out of the fire. You two, did you ever wonder why Hina's Oba-san youngest sister Nagisa Ōoba-san and her son Reiji live there on the Aoyama grounds? It's not because they're students or adherents, it's because they run and operate the fucking place. The Aoyama Dojo was bleeding yen Tsuruko, because the Council of Elders are a collective bunch of fucking bakas. YES, I said fucking bakas. None of them have any brain cells left. Plus, I've known about you two being a Yuri couple since I was eleven. I was helping with the rededication of the Dojo in Kyoto when the paint crew asked me to apply some stain to one of the lion statues. I saw you two kissing outside a window by the old rose bushes and that wasn't the first time either. Don't look at me like that Haru-nee, I'm glad that you two are together."
"H-how'd you know about all of this, Kei-kun?" asked Haruka.
In too much shock to say anything at that moment, Tsuruko knew that Keitaro could be extremely blunt and very direct, but this….
"Haru-nee, some I figured out on my own," said Keitaro with no satisfaction and a bit of disdain in his voice, "some our cousin Reiji told me, and I also saw the Urashima clan's portfolio since I'm the heir. All of the Aoyama properties, its holdings in Kyoto and environs are prominently listed within its pages. Every bit of land, all of the buildings, it's all there. So that means we own the Aoyama 'lock, stock and barrel' as the Americans would say."
"So, we have them by the balls, huh," said Haruka with a very nasty smirk on her face, "If they give Tsuruko any more shit, or try to force Motoko-chan to go back to Kyoto, we'll make sure that they pay a heavy price for their arrogance."
One thing that people have always understood about the Urashima: 'you never get away with pissing them off, because they were very good at seeking revenge and made it agonizingly painful.'
"What?" Tsuruko asked when she at last came around. Perking up when Keitaro mentioned the news about her former clan's fiscal dilemma, she laughed at the karmic irony.
"Yes, every bit of it is true. So, when they kicked you out of the Aoyama clan, it was no big disgrace. No, the bigger disgrace is the fact that your former clan is still living in the Tokugawa Era and refuses to come into the twenty-first century. Tsuruko, since you now have no name, I will ask Obaa-san's permission to add your name to our family roll. You will become an Urashima, and not be some ronin without a clan. Shit, even that's old-fashioned, but I would do anything to make Haru-nee happy," Keitaro said who smiled at his cousin as she started to cry.
As she embraced Haruka, Tsuruko smiled at him.
"What about Motoko-chan, Kei-kun?" asked Haruka who knew a 'shoe was about to drop'.
"Shit!" Keitaro cursed and angrily so. He now believed that this day, which had started out with so much promise, had now gone straight into the shitter.
-Hinata Hill-
For once, Keitaro did not do any work around the Hinata. It was quite eerie for it to be so still around the old place.
After he had finished down in the Tea Shoppe and at Haruka's suggestion, Keitaro had asked Tsuruko to drive her car around to the back lot of the Hinata. He wanted her to wait with him at his camp until he figured out a solution to this thorny problem.
On a chair in his camp, Tsuruko sat and watched a brooding Keitaro who stood nearby deep in thought.
Keitaro wrestled in his mind with what to do about her and her younger sister. He had been falling for Motoko and this shit was going to change her in one way or another. The shock of all of the Aoyama clan missteps might be too much for someone to whom honor meant all to take.
Maybe that was where he should start.
"Hey, Tsuruko-nee," said Keitaro as he reached into his shirt pocket, "The facilities up here are open. Here's a spare access card. Would you please take advantage of them for a while, so I can make some calls and figure out what to do next?" He handed the spare access card to her. Without being a mind reader, he saw that the ex-swordswoman was also going through quite a lot of turmoil in her mind, as she too loved Motoko dearly. Plus, he wanted her to be elsewhere for a while, and the new facility would be a good place to get anything out of her system.
In a good place when it came to his life, Keitaro also wanted all of this bullshit to end once-and-for-all. For the moment, he had difficulty controlling his emotions and knew that this situation had affected his beloved cousin. But if Haru-nee and Tsuruko-nee love each other, he would do what he could to make sure that they stay together 'come hell or high water'. He just wanted to be there for Haruka, as she meant a lot to him.
Walking around the very back of the hill where he had just thinned out a lot of the undergrowth, Keitaro wanted to resolve this matter before it spiraled out of control and became violent. During this time, he called Granny Hina, Great-Aunt Nagisa along with her son, Reiji, and his father.
Although neither his father nor Haruka wanted to become heir, he heartily took on the responsibility for the Urashima clan's future. Reiji, his first cousin once removed, was a good and honest man. But he did not have the stones to make the tough decisions to prevent the rest of this generation of Urashima from wasting all that Granny Hina and his father's generation had built up. (When Keitaro was eighteen, he threatened to beat the crap out of a cousin who said that he was not a true leader because Keitaro did not know how to use the clan's influence to get power. That cousin had no standing, because he knew that Keitaro could cripple him with very little effort.)
Usually, Granny Hina did not interfere when he would go about his duties in keeping the clan in line. Through experience and many correct decisions, she knew that her grandson was a man of few words and strong deeds. Although he worked long hours, and was away from home a lot, Keitaro has always kept up with clan business via Kanako.
As usual, he was able to formulate a plan.
Entering the Dojo, he placed a low table on the traditional side of the building. Keitaro then placed four Tatami mats on the floor with two on either side. Seated in this manner, he figured that facing each other would be the best way to resolve this dilemma.
Wanting everything out in the open, and no more subterfuge, he would have Haruka and Tsuruko come clean with Motoko in the room with them. The younger woman still had no clue.
Along with the obvious, he prayed that afterwards, Motoko's love for him and her older sister would win out over her love of the Aoyama traditions.
'We will see,' he thought.
-Tea Shoppe-
Down at her place, Haruka had been fidgeting the whole day. That in itself was not normal.
Nearby on a stool, Kitsune almost went nuts while she watched her best friend pace around the place during the slow times.
The place was eerily quiet as it was just them.
"Haruka, are you okay?" asked a concerned Kitsune, "You've been walking around here like the Yakuza was after you or something."
"If it was only the Yakuza, Kit," said Haruka derisively with a pencil in her mouth, and sucked on it like it was a cigarette, "those useless cock-grabbers I can handle. They don't fuck with the Urashima because they know we would butcher them like a pen full of hogs if they tried anything. No, it isn't that, as you'll be hearing about it soon. I can promise you that." She wished now that she had not quit smoking, because she could use one right now to calm her nerves. In its place, Haruka took another pull on her coffee mug and thought, 'That's some strong shit I have here.'
A smile then crossed her face.
"Okay," replied Kitsune who drew the word out, "I won't touch it anymore." She became very quiet.
"Good girl," said Haruka as she put the pencil down. The words were in a tone that the Fox knew to keep quiet for a while.
BRRRR! BRRRR!
"Please close up, Kit. Thanks," said Haruka who looked at the screen on her smart phone. Hurriedly kissing the younger woman's lips, she rushed out the back door.
"Okay," said the Fox who touched her lips and smiled. When she got up, there were two, now empty, mugs placed in the dishwasher. Kitsune knew Haruka as both a good friend and sometimes lover, to never pry too much into her business. It could have been very painful if she did. So, securing the place, Kitsune went up to see what the others were doing until Haruka wanted to spill.
-Hitting the fan-
On her radio, Motoko received a call from Keitaro to come to the Dojo unarmed. Smiling, it had been her dream to be alone with him. She had just finished eating and was going out to the Dojo anyway. But when her Keitaro-sama called and said he wanted to see her unarmed, she stepped over to her closet to find her best Yukata. The one her sister had given her would do the trick, as it was silk and she should wear it for a man. She decided to wear it in the traditional manner with nothing on underneath. Motoko made sure she looks like the perfect 'Yamato Nadeshiko' for her beloved before went to meet him.
It would not be the type of meeting with her Keitaro-sama that she had hoped for.
At first, when she entered the Dojo, she smiled when her Keitaro-sama greeted her at the main door.
Unfortunately, Keitaro was not wearing a smile, nor did he say anything after she had bowed to him.
Getting an eyeful of a very somber and surprising sight, Motoko saw Haruka and her beloved sister seated together on one side of a low table holding hands. The only items on the table were a box of tissues and four bottles of water.
Then as one, Keitaro and Motoko knelt together on the other side of the table. The young woman was strangely quiet even though she wanted to greet her beloved sister.
"Motoko-chan. Your Onee-san, Haruka and I have some things to tell you. You're not going to like what we have to say, but these are things you need to hear," said Keitaro without preamble, before he added, "Because what we have to say can and will affect you in the near future."
Looking at the man she adored, Motoko would hear them all out.
Starting first, Tsuruko informed her younger sister about the Omiais; about their clan's frivolity, hypocrisy and opulent spending; and then went into detail which related about how the elders became indebted to the Urashima.
The look on Motoko's face was at first one of disbelief. But as Tsuruko continued, it turned into a look of incredulity bordering on anger. She knew that her sister was highly intelligent, since she held the Japanese equivalent of an MBA from Kyoto University.
To steady her resolve, Keitaro put his hand on the young maiden's as she continued to listen. Tears began to form in the corners of her beautiful green eyes.
When Tsuruko came to the part about being in love with another woman, Motoko already knew about her relationship with Haruka. On that note, and much to her surprise, she had recently discovered that she was bisexual. She found herself drawn to Kitsune, and that the attraction was mutual.
It actually made Motoko happy that the woman that she looked up to the most, had just told her that she was a lesbian, and that Haruka was her lover. She too looked up to the Urashima woman and would wait for any of her own experiences before drawing any other kind of conclusion. Motoko wanted to have a good long talk with the ash-blonde first.
Next, Haruka related her love for Tsuruko and would stand by her no matter what.
When Haruka finished with her tale, both of the older women were in tears and held each other's hands a bit tighter. It was the hardest thing that either of them had ever done. Which was, to declare before the young woman who looked up to them the most that they were now 'out of the closet'.
In disbelief, Motoko cringed a bit when Tsuruko said that she had destroyed the Aoyama clan's oldest Katana. It was her last act of defiance before they disowned each other.
All three women sobbed openly.
Since she was a child, Motoko believed what the Aoyama had taught her was correct and honorable. Likewise, all of the rhetoric she had heard about one's own personal honor, the rightness of their clan and the way of the Katana, was all for nothing. Her mother and her sister had showed her what it was to be a warrior, but now….
"Was it for nothing?" muttered a distraught Motoko as she fast became disillusioned with those beliefs. Gripping Keitaro's hand a bit tighter, she was glad that he had asked her to come out here unarmed.
At this moment, to stop her heart from breaking, Seppuku sounded like a good option to her.
Finally, Keitaro began after the weeping ceased.
From him, Motoko learned about the Aoyama financial troubles, the Urashima ownership of the Aoyama properties and that his great aunt along with her son lived down there as administrators for his family.
In addition, Keitaro said that the Urashima do not reject those who are gay. Because it is well known that Urashima Reiji was homosexual and a prominent part as one of the clan chief advisors on administrative matters. That fact alone caused the Aoyama fits of rage.
About their financial woes, it shook Motoko to her very core so much so that she leaned into Keitaro and cried like never before. All of her ideals, the things she learned up until now were nothing but lies.
At that moment, Motoko felt really dirty right then and tried to break free from Keitaro's embrace. He refused to let her go because he loved her very much.
"Keitaro-sama, how can you hold someone from a disgraced family and whose life has been a sham," cried Motoko who was now almost hysterical with grief and shame.
Knowing that he had to act, Keitaro pushed her off of him a little and grabbed her by the shoulders. He then used his strength to hold her still and said, "Motoko-chan, look at me," she complied with some difficulty, her tears still flowed, "from now on you and your Onee-san are Urashima. I called Hina Obaa-san and she agreed with me that we should take the best from a bad clan and add it to ours."
Turning to Tsuruko, who along with Haruka looked intently at him, Keitaro said, "I was going to tell you earlier, but when this all started, I had to act fast before your former clan could do anything. The act of taking their last real heir could have led to some problems in court since Motoko-chan is still a minor. However, as we speak, Nagisa Ōoba-san is presenting a warning of eviction to the Aoyama if they interfere with our formal adoption of you two. I have a selfish reason for doing this too."
Looking into Motoko's eyes, he said, "I love you, Motoko-chan. I will do anything to protect you from them."
Motoko heard his words, her thoughts of shame vanished in an instant. The turmoil in her mind also went away when she heard her Keitaro-sama profession of love.
"How can this be, my Keitaro-sama?" asked Motoko whose shame had turned to joy.
"You're an innocent caught up in shit that shouldn't be tolerated in today's day and age, Motoko-chan," said Keitaro with a smile, "You and your Onee-san have been stuck in a damn seventeenth-century mentality for so long that I am actually surprised you've taken the news of these things so well. When this meeting started, I thought that you would have denounced all of us as liars and your Onee-san as a traitor."
Struck to the heart by his confession, Motoko threw herself at Keitaro and hugged him with all of her strength. At that moment, he replaced the broken disillusion with warmth and love.
When he finished his declaration, Keitaro pulled the beautiful young woman into his lap.
In her eyes, there were only tears of joy now.
But more was to come.
After Motoko released the man she loved, Tsuruko came around the table and embraced her.
By his actions, Keitaro had erased the older sister's shame, and spare the younger sister any future disgrace.
Totally surprised by the drastic steps that he had taken to rectify their situation with the Aoyama, Haruka knew that if anyone could resolve this mess it was him. It was how he had arrived at the resolution to this problem that staggered her mind. She would never have thought that he would go so far as to take the only two remaining blood heirs of her lover's former clan and accept them into theirs.
Extremely proud of Keitaro, she also went around the table and hugged him.
Although he had resolved their situation for now, it was not totally settled as of yet. Not by a long shot. Keitaro hoped that this would never happen again, because next time he would really kill someone in the Aoyama clan. Not sated in the least was rage against them for causing this situation to one of the women he loved and to Haruka's lover. For now, Keitaro would only mollify his anger as he held sway over them.
The little 'soap opera' which had played itself out this morning, left Keitaro with a very bad taste in his mouth.
-That afternoon, in Keitaro's camp-
Still upset that Motoko and her sister had to endure shit from people who were not blood-related, Keitaro sat near his tent and tinkered with one of his chainsaws. It helped him to think when he needed a clear perspective.
BRRRR! BRRRR!
"Moshi, moshi. Urashima here," said Keitaro in a neutral tone.
"Now that we have this dust-up somewhat settled, Kei-kun," said a concerned voice on the other end, "Are we going to sit on our hands again and allow those with no blood-relation to either Tsu-chan or Motoko-chan get away with the destruction of a once great family?" She had phrased her query in this manner because she wanted to help her cousin.
"No, Haru-nee. Not this time and never again," replied Keitaro as two people then came to mind, "This time I am going to rid our family of that festering sore down in Kyoto."
"Can I ask what you will do or who you will be contacting?" asked Haruka with a genuine concern. She remembered with some trepidation about what he did the last time to stabilize the situation down there.
"Just this for now," he said with an enigmatic reply, "I am going to invite Ōoba-san and Reiji-kun up for O-Bon. From there, we will have to handle everything delicately without handing anymore shame to the two who mean so much to you and I."
"I trust that you know what you are doing," stated Haruka who was not ready to let it go, "Just tell me when you are ready."
"You will be the first to know, Haru-nee," responded Keitaro and promptly broke the connection.
After a quick dip in the lake, he went to help Shinobu prepare the afternoon dinner.
So, a page had turned in Keitaro's life.
-In the onsen, a couple of days later-
Seated on a stool, Keitaro threw a bucket of water over himself as he got ready to wash away a day's worth of dirt, grime and sweat. With a deeper tan than was usual for a Japanese man, Keitaro had a bronzed and weather-worn skin tone due to his many years outside. He could easily make any westerner jealous. The woodsy-scented liquid soap he used smelled good to him, but he did not get a chance to apply it.
The was some slight murmuring out in the hallway.
Keitaro smiled as he was about to receive company.
The reason he just sat there and waited received an answer when the door slid open.
Next thing he saw caught his attention in a very interesting way.
And what was it that had him so rapt? That would be two bikini-clad beauties stepping through the doorway of the men's changing room with baskets in hand.
A pleasant, but not unexpectantly surprise.
Not having had sex in a while, Keitaro became extremely hard.
Motoko slid the door closed behind them.
In a move to help the young woman after her family trauma, Kitsune came up with a plan to have her and Motoko show a bit more skin. The Fox kept herself from laughing as the former Samurai turned myriad shades of red. The ash-blonde chose the red string bikini for her ebon-haired roomie personally. Kitsune's was dark-blue.
As she gazed upon her nearly naked Keitaro-sama seated on a stool in front of her, Motoko almost dropped her basket. Getting wet, she nearly drooled at the man she loved and worshipped.
Understanding her protégé, the Fox snickered. At her direction, they sauntered over to where he sat and knelt behind him.
'Maybe,' thought Keitaro who enjoyed the 'eye candy'. Penile agony then set in.
In a husky voice, Kitsune then asked, "May we wash your back, Kei-kun?"
When he nodded, she kissed his neck.
Nervous with anticipation, Motoko picked up a couple of sponges and handed one to Kitsune. Then, she watched what her Senpai did and mimicked all of her actions.
"Calm down, Motoko-chan," whispered the Fox softly into Motoko's ear, "You are here washing the back of the man you love." The younger woman was very nervous.
In rapture, Motoko finally was able to do something romantic with her Keitaro-sama and kept dropping her sponge.
Kitsune giggled a little.
As they spoiled him, an amused Keitaro was slightly surprised that the two had actually come in together to wash his back.
'I hope I last,' he thought and changed his breathing pattern. Keitaro had a full prostate, and he knew it.
Both women noticed something humorous was amiss here, but they enjoyed themselves too much to stop.
Very slowly, he reached over for a spare towel which lay next to him. The reason, his raging erection was just killing him. It only became worse when he felt at first one, and then two sets of large bare breasts massaged his back. The duo kissed his neck and nibbled at his ears, which caused him to grimace slightly. All the while, they continued to rub their big tits all over his broad muscular back.
'Damn it to hell! Why is this happening now?' Keitaro asked himself as he draped the other towel over his lap. He wanted to fuck the both of them, but the timing sucks. The reason: everyone else had just seated themselves and waited for him in the onsen. So as a consequence, if he did not concentrate on something rather innocuous, he would make a very substantial mess.
The situation only became worse when Kitsune came around to the front of him and saw the large bulge covered up by his towels.
To pile on even more agony, Motoko too joined in after she had covered her own large breasts back into the top of her bikini. Neither were ready to show him everything just yet.
Letting out a frustrated groan, Kitsune had begun to lose her cool. It hit the Fox that he was attempting to hide his stiff cock from her. Understanding that she had caused this, the knowledge of doing so became very intoxicating to the ashen-haired woman.
Although Kitsune has had a lot of experience with men, she felt like a young virgin in his presence. Never in her life had she even seen someone who looked as hot as Keitaro. With muscles, looks and a great personality combined together to make a perfect package. And that package sat there nearly naked before her except for some towels which surrounded his slim torso.
In an effort to control herself and not straddle him, Kitsune just about failed miserably. Our little Fox has fallen deeply in love with Keitaro.
Also in awe, Motoko knew that she too had caused his penile distress. If he wanted her right here, she was his and would use all that she has learned from Kitsune to its fullest. That, and like Kitsune, she leaked down both thighs for she was hot and not from the steam which came from the nearby spa. Her resolve too had almost crumbled into dust.
It only got worse when Motoko heard, "May we wash your front, Kei-kun?" Kitsune had asked that question with lust in her eyes.
With a dubious look, as well as the bad timing, he replied, "Sure, Kit-chan. Let me adjust my shorts first."
"Why? Is my Kei-kun hiding a little something extra from me in there," teased Kitsune who now understood why he wore the towels. Having seen the waist band of his shorts underneath the towel, did not disappoint her in the least. More for her filthy imagination to ponder.
"Fuck," he whispered. All he could do was sit there and suffer until the spa's soothing waters could help his situation. His penile distress was at an extreme level now.
"Anytime," hissed the Fox almost inaudibly as both had overheard him.
Nearly having an orgasm and swooning, Motoko was bright red. Kitsune's insinuation, and her own anticipation nearly crumbled what resolve she had left not to painfully take him for herself.
So that the others beyond the door could not hear him, Keitaro hissed in a soft voice, "Damn it, Kitsune-chan. You know that I've got a raging hard-on right now and since everyone else is out there, I can't do a fucking thing about it right now. Between your cock-teasing, giving Motoko-chan suggestive tips on what to do when she's alone with me, those hot bikini-covered bodies and then to top it off, having two sets of big tits on my back, why wouldn't I be this stiff?" He paused to catch his breath, as his resolve was also just about gone. "I swear by all the gods, you two. If it was just the three of us out here, and there was no one else around, I'd be fucking you two shitless." He shifted a little to be a bit more comfortable.
Finished, something then happened that neither he nor Motoko expected.
Snapping, Kitsune lunged at Keitaro.
Before she could latch onto him, Motoko grabbed and restrained her. Even though she herself would have allowed him to take her there if he wanted.
Highly amused, Keitaro was highly amused by their antics.
On the other hand, Kitsune was not angry because she could not reach him, or anything like that, she just wanted his cock and to fuck him senseless. Regardless of who was out in the onsen, she wanted him right here and right now. When Keitaro admitted that he wanted to have sex with her, it was as if he had stuck a bait bag out in front of an oncoming Great White Shark.
In front of two horny women, Keitaro knew not to laugh.
'Damn it, Kei-kun. Why do I love you so much?' thought Kitsune as her lustful gaze seared into the handsome man on the stool less than a meter away. So close and yet, so far.
"Shit," she hissed in frustration. Then the Fox started to whimper because she was not strong enough to break out of Motoko's grasp.
Turning away for a moment, Keitaro wanted to hide a small smirk from them.
"Whoa," as inspiration hit Motoko. Coming up with a great idea, she then whispered it into Kitsune's ear.
Ceasing her struggle, a sudden smile crossed Kitsune's face. Calming herself, she looked Motoko straight in the eyes.
The younger woman nodded.
The smile widened as both women looked at Keitaro wantonly.
Motoko released Kitsune, who at that point straightened her bikini, took a deep breath and reached for the sponge that she had dropped. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
After some decorum had returned, the two women calmly washed his chest and did not go below his waist.
Paying attention to his body, both Kitsune and Motoko missed the huge smile on his face.
When she finished, Kitsune calmly handed Keitaro her sponge and knelt next to Motoko so they could watch him wash from his thighs on down.
Clean, a smiling Motoko poured a bucket of water over her Keitaro-sama to rinse the soap off.
Ogling him, both women enjoyed the sight that was before them.
Neutrality returned to Keitaro's demeanor. He did not care what they were planning, as long as neither made another grab for the towels around his waist.
However, that did not stop Kitsune from pinching his tight ass on their way over to the onsen.
"Hey. Kei-kun. Did you enjoy your fan service?" asked Haruka who sat with her girlfriend at the back of the onsen. One way or another, she was going to bust his balls for ignoring her when he was in graduate school.
The others all laughed, while Shinobu turned bright red. The petite chef had come out here to be with her Senpai.
Kaolla wanted to sit on his lap, but he asked her to wait a while. She giggled and understood why, and so just gave him a quick hug before sitting back with Shinobu.
"What do you think?" asked Keitaro rather dryly. He knew that he was in for a major 'ball-busting' right now. He accepted his fate.
More relaxed in the soothing water, Keitaro took a look at both of his onsen companions and smiled. Both took possession of his arms and had ensconced those muscular limbs between their large boobs.
Knowing that he was probably hard, his discomfort supplied Haruka with plenty of ammo. None of her shots missed.
Seated there, the appendage between his legs finally began to settle down.
As it did, he could finally relax. There were two gorgeous women in hot bikinis on his arms, and they no longer made any attempt to grab him.
"Haru-nee, all I can say to you is," said Keitaro with a straight face, "At night, please close your window down at your apartment. I've had many good laughs listening to the two of you scream. Shit, I never thought carpet licking could be that good."
Shocked, Naru heard that, and her eyes shot wide open. Covering her mouth, she began to giggle. Although she was gay, the brunette understood the dynamic between the two cousins.
It got Haruka's, and the other residents, attention with its sheer sharpness. However, she was not about to let that one go.
"At least I'm getting some," said Haruka who stuck her tongue out and pulled her eyelid down at him. And then to back that up, she deeply French kissed Tsuruko in front of everyone.
Not caring one iota, Tsuruko returned the kiss with equal passion
Without hesitation, everyone laughed at the two kissers, including Keitaro. He believed that she got him good with that zinger, and so, Keitaro put his hands up to signify that he surrendered.
Laughing very loud as well, Naru missed her girlfriend's company. In the morning, she would call them about getting together for a date.
-After the bath-
Trying to get a horny Kitsune to let go of him after his soak so that he could finish up, was quite a difficult task at best. He still needed to dress so he would look presentable enough to help Shinobu get supper ready. It almost turned into a comedy of errors as Motoko and Naru had to pry her fingers off the men's dressing area door.
The Fox was not about to let him alone, but the two women managed to drag Kitsune away as she screamed and cursed to their side of the changing area.
Smiling throughout the whole short episode, Keitaro sincerely enjoyed a good laugh.
The last two to enter the women's dressing area were Haruka and Tsuruko.
"I know you're cheering for your Imouto-chan to get him first, Tsu-chan," said Haruka conspiratorially to her girlfriend, "but my money's on Kitsune to bed him first".
The two women doffed their swimwear and dressed.
"I don't know about that though, Haru-chan," said Tsuruko as she did up her jeans, "It looks like Motoko-han is about ready to explode. But I believe like you, that Mitsune will get him first. Mark my words my love, they'll both have him very soon because I see a hungry look in both of their eyes."
"Mm-hmm," hummed Haruka in agreement.
"Right now, Keitaro-sama is like a hobbled deer being hunted by a pack of starving she-wolves," added Tsuruko rather knowingly.
"Yup, it's that obvious."
At first, the two women looked at each other, smiled and after a second delay burst out laughing.
Both women agreed that Keitaro would soon 'be bedded' by those two.
That bit of levity concluded, they held hands and went inside.
After supper had finished, which everyone considered to be a masterpiece, the crew heaped praise on both of tonight's chefs. Keitaro made sure that Shinobu received the lion's share of all the accolades as usual.
-Later, in Kitsune's room-
Very pensive at this moment, Kitsune paced back and forth with Motoko present. The situation with Keitaro earlier in the onsen was still fresh on her mind and she wanted it resolved. It had been a while for her as well. Men, that is…
Along with Motoko, she loved the fact that they had caused him to have an erection. However, Kitsune hated it when Motoko prevented her from experiencing his hard dick in the onsen. On the other hand, she knew that Motoko was right when she whispered about waiting until he was alone.
"Damn it to hell, I'm so horny right now I could just fucking explode," whispered a sexually frustrated Kitsune who wanted Keitaro, and not some electronic device, in her pussy. The Fox also wanted to have Keitaro hold her in his strong arms while she screamed out his name as he fucked her silly. That has been her major fantasy since meeting him.
Kneeling on Kitsune's in a beautiful silk Yukata was Motoko. She watched her friend with a wary eye because she too wanted her Keitaro-sama. Like her Senpai here, she desperately wanted him to take her.
"I know that we agreed to share Kei-kun, Motoko-chan," said Kitsune who looked Motoko squarely in the eye, "and that we both love him, but I'm starting to go nuts." The expression on her face more than communicated that sentiment.
"I too can barely contain myself, Kitsune-nee," responded Motoko as she up at her, "I want him to take me, and if it doesn't happen soon, I will take matters into my own hands." The kneeling teen beauty's own growing heat has steadily grown into a molten state. Meditation by itself no longer worked when it came to maintaining her center since she found herself masturbating a lot more.
Although her older sister was gay, at least she had her lover. Along that line, she wanted the same kind of loving relationship with her Keitaro-sama.
Seated now on the edge her western style bed next to Motoko, Kitsune acknowledged that the two of them have the same incessant desires towards Keitaro. That they both loved the same man, found that they were both are extremely horny and wanted him to fuck them both silly.
"I've got an idea, Motoko-chan," Kitsune said matter-of-fact, "Since we have agreed to share him, one of us has to find out what kind of a lover he is. Haruka hasn't been too forthcoming about how big he is or if he is a good of a lover or not. Shit, she wouldn't know too much about that anyway since she's in a Yuri relationship with your Onee-san."
After a few seconds of silence, she added, "It is something that we're going to have to find out on our own."
"Hai, Kitsune-nee. I agree," replied Motoko as she understood Kitsune's words. The only man that she has ever considered giving her gift to, was her Keitaro-sama. Motoko wanted more than anything to present it to him while he held her in those strong arms of his.
"But how do we resolve this situation, Motoko-chan?" asked Kitsune who then laid moved to her stomach and crossed her bent knees. She arched her back some and placed her hands underneath her chin.
It was the younger woman's turn to spring a surprise.
"Please go to him first, Kitsune-nee," said Motoko as she turned away, "Even though I want him right now, I'm still a little nervous." Maybe, she could then learn from Kitsune how to please her Keitaro-sama. That has always been her goal. Also, Motoko wanted to know how he was with Kitsune first, because she knew that the Fox has had a lot of experience in the sexual arts and with pleasuring men.
"Are you sure, Motoko-chan?" asked Kitsune amazed that her younger friend would be so magnanimous.
"Yes," answered Motoko who had tears fall from her pretty green eyes, "I believe that would be best."
In response, Kitsune got up next to Motoko and pulled her in close.
Overcome with emotion, Motoko cried.
"Mo-chan, I promise you this, he will take you. I'll make damn sure of that," said Kitsune as she comforted Motoko.
Quietly, Motoko said, "Go to him and take him to yourself tonight. Let me know everything that he does so I can be ready when he takes me." Having confessed that, she stopped crying and sat up straight.
Tonight, she would cheer on her friend and support her efforts to snag their man. Her time would come soon enough.
The two then shared a small kiss on the lips.
"All right then," Kitsune said as she released Motoko and stood on her feet.
Smiling after the kiss, Motoko too stood up and watched as Kitsune changed her clothes.
"Got to have the proper bait to catch one's prey," Kitsune said with a wink at Motoko who blushed. As everything unfolded, she absorbed all of the Foxes' actions.
Out of her closet and drawers came a thin white halter, a very short pleated mini skirt, a skimpy string panty and some platform wedges for her feet.
Having put her ensemble on, Kitsune had dressed to thrill.
Stepping in front of her full-length length mirror, she looked at herself, posed side-to-side and liked what she saw.
"Time for this Fox to go hunting," said Kitsune in a breathy voice.
Before slinking out her room, she surprised Motoko with another kiss on lips and added some tongue for good measure.
"That's for luck," Kitsune added who looked at the startled blushing teen.
"Gambare, Kitsune-nee," said a smiling Motoko as encouragement. She actually had enjoyed their kiss.
Kitsune slinked out of her room, sashayed down the hallway and headed out the backdoor.
As her girlfriend departed, Motoko appreciated what she saw.
The Fox went hunting after her prey.
-At Keitaro's camp-
Taking stock of his day, Keitaro laid in his comfortable hammock clad only in light blue warmup pants and a ratty old muscle shirt. He could also tell that some of the girls had been out here as his camp was clean; the bedding inside of his tent was freshly laundered; the seabag containing his laundry had been washed, ironed and put in his storage lockers; and there was good quality beer in his portable fridge along with some soda and bottled water. It seems as if someone had been taking care of his little home while he was hard at work around the old manse.
'Thank you Shinobu-chan, Kitsune, Motoko-chan, Haru-nee and Kaolla-chan,' he thought as a huge smile creeped over his face. He appreciated that everyone there thought that highly of him.
Even with the small campfire close by, his camp was awash in the light of the night sky, the stars and moon. This evening, they all showed themselves in their glorious splendor. In a moment of inspiration, Keitaro was happy that his grandmother had given him this land, if only for the glorious nighttime view of the heavens. In all of the time that he has spent outdoors, no view of the sky at night has been better for viewing than right here up on Hinata Hill. For fun, he had even picked out all of the constellations, their component stars and smiled at the unobstructed view. The glow of all the stars lit up everything in an ambient glow, so he could see everything quite clearly.
In the stillness, Keitaro heard the footsteps of someone approaching his camp. Coming in closer, he saw the glorious sight of a gorgeous woman bathed in moonlight.
"Konbanwa, Kitsune-chan," was all Keitaro said as he turned his head to see her sway over to his hammock.
"Hey, Kei-kun. Got any room in that hammock for one more?" asked Kitsune in a soft voice. Bathed also in the moonlight, she liked looking at the man in the hammock as he looked extra yummy to her.
"Sure do," replied Keitaro who reached out, grabbed her by the ass and then used his considerable strength to pull the gorgeous woman into the hammock with him.
"Oh Kami, Kei-kun," squealed a happy Fox who had not expected him to literally sweep her up off of her feet. In ecstasy, Kitsune could care less, as she was now very close to him.
It had been a while, as he remembered having done that with a certain blonde.
'Shit, this 'six-pack',' she thought while her right hand ran across the rippled muscles of his lower abdomen. Then, she slipped it up the front of his shirt to feel the rock-hard chest muscles along the way.
Enjoying himself immeasurably, Keitaro smiled while she ran her hand over his body. It had been a while since a gorgeous woman had touched him, so she could do whatever she wanted.
'Shit, maybe tonight,' he thought and shifted his weight a little.
When their lips met, it was as if lightning had struck her down as his tongue came out to play with hers. Just like the electricity that happened when they first touched each other.
'Damn, he's good,' thought the woman who prided herself on her own sexual prowess.
Nothing prepared her for what happened next.
Moan!
Keitaro began to fondle one of her large, now swollen breasts.
"Oh Kami," she squeaked as he reached in and tweaked her hardened nipple. She then gasped when he gently tugged at it.
They kissed again.
Wanting more, Kitsune ran her hand over him. When she came to his lower abdomen, she came upon a certain appendage. Shocked by what was now in her hand, Kitsune then moved it down the full length of his manhood. Would it ever stop…?
Stunned, Kitsune then asked, "Shit, Kei-kun. Is this what you were hiding from Motoko-chan and me earlier in the wash area?" She had never felt anything that huge before.
"Like it? I grew it especially for you, Kit-chan," said Keitaro teasing her in a soft voice and changing the honorific. After she had teased him earlier, he wanted to torture her the same way with a lot of innuendo and double entendre. Soon, she would be a driveling mass of goo when they were in his bed. Nah, that was not his way of dealing with a woman who wanted him. Playing it straight up was his method. Why be subtle and tease them when he had a gorgeous woman like Kitsune throwing herself at him.
"Y-yes," stammered the Fox who now realized much to her joy that she was in for one hell of an evening. 'Glad I'm not a virgin,' she thought as this monster cock would definitely open her pussy up wider. She had originally thought that he might be big, but his manhood was almost too much.
Going for it despite any potential consequence, Kitsune shifted and draped a shapely leg over his. She then reached her hand inside of his warm-ups and took possession of his cock.
'Oh fuck' she thought, 'There's no turning back now.'
Shifting slightly, she threw her free arm up under his neck as their tongues still battled for supremacy. At the same time, his hand came out of her halter which caused her to whimper a bit through the kiss. It was because his huge rough hand was so gentle, and he touched all of the right spots on her breasts.
She need not worry about what his hand would do next.
Slowly, he gently ran his big hand up and down the side of her beautiful body.
It caused the Fox to moan a bit louder.
Keitaro loved the touch of her skin as it was very smooth and soft.
'Oh, shit. He is so fucking good ' thought Kitsune who was happy to be here in his arms.
Time to draw him in.
Hoping that he would get the clue, Kitsune shifted, released him and moved her leg off of his. She then bent her knee up which would tell him that she had spread her legs.
When she did, Kitsune could not believe how wet she had become.
A smile in the dark.
One thing that Kitsune learned at that moment, Keitaro always got the clue. It amazed her at how rapidly he picked up on all her little signals, hints and intimations.
'Kami, this is so unreal,' Kitsune thought again as his huge hand went up her skirt and into her panties. Touching her pubic hair and hardened clitoris sent her to heaven.
"Perfection," whispered Keitaro.
"Unnhh, Kei-kun," moaned Kitsune who released his lips when a finger penetrated her pussy. She cried out as it went deeply in.
That was all it took.
"SHIT!" screamed the Fox as she came and splashed his hand. It was that quick.
He has just given Kitsune the hardest orgasm of her life.
"Fuck me," pleaded Kitsune almost whimpering after she caught her breath. She desired to be one with him.
Without another word, Keitaro took his hand out of her panties. Quietly, he shifted around until he sat up with his feet on the ground. With Kitsune on his lap, he placed her in a bridal carry and stood up.
He was quiet.
Carrying a very willing Fox in his arms, he proceeded to carry her into his tent.
Once inside, Keitaro set her down on his makeshift bed. Leaving the flap open, both knew that it was about to get very hot inside.
"OH, SHIT!" came a female scream as he went down on her.
When they began to have sex, Kitsune knew she would pay for this night in the morning.
As the Fox cried out into the night, she no longer cared.
-Next morning, Tea Shoppe-
Seated at a desk that her lover bought for her, Tsuruko was doingwhat she did best. Keitaro had expanded and modernized the office in back of the re-designed Tea Shoppe. He had done all of the renovations for Haruka. Closed down for three weeks, the office expansion came about when Keitaro gutted the whole shop and installed new amenities with all modern materials.
At the sink, Haruka washed the dishes and wondered where Kitsune was this morning. She was not late or anything, it was just that the ash-blonde always enjoyed her first cup of coffee down here along with the morning gossip and bullshit sessions that the three women would usually have since Tsuruko moved in.
The back door opened, and someone stepped inside.
That was when the two older women saw an interesting sight.
"Look what the cat dragged in," said Haruka with a huge smirk.
Coming through the office door, Kitsune walked in gingerly and slightly bowlegged. Clad in a knee-length denim skirt and a light-colored tee shirt, the Fox wore a slight scowl.
"Can it, Haruka," parsed Kitsune who she was in for a major 'ball-busting' this morning.
"Ah, did we sleep with my little Kei-kun last night?" asked Haruka in a sooky voice. She was going to milk this situation for all it was worth…
…and then some.
Looking up from her laptop, Tsuruko started to laugh when Kitsune winced as she sat in her usual spot.
"Dammit to hell, Haruka," growled a tired Fox, "There ain't anything little about him. You knew that I wanted him, so you could have fucking warned me about how big he was. And, that damned stamina of his, shit he rode me most of the night. I ain't sore at all, just a little stretched out." Somewhat pissed at Haruka right now, her voice was a very raspy from all the loud screaming last night.
Also, Kitsune was not about to tell either of them that she had had the best night of sex in her life, or that she had cried his name out while he fucked her into Nirvana. That was something she would keep to herself and/or only share with Motoko.
"What did you want to know, Kit?" asked Haruka about to twist the figurative knife, "However, if you will remember correctly, I'm gay and though I love my cousin dearly, what would I know about his male attributes." It amused her to watch Kitsune constantly shift from side-to-side. Plus, she had instantly noticed the change in Kitsune's attire on this particular morning. It covered more.
As her friend, Haruka knew that she was just 'grouching' off, probably because of her vaginal discomfort. It was the first time she had not bragged about having sex, so it must have been a very special time for her.
"And what the fuck are you laughing at, Tsuruko," sniped Kitsune, "Your sister wants to fuck him even worse than me." Peeved that the two still laughed at her discomfort, she stated the obvious to get their focus onto something else.
Shifting again, Kitsune let her irritability show.
"I knew that already, Kitsune," said Tsuruko as she turned and faced Kitsune directly, "Did Motoko-han tell you that she was on birth control now? I believe she that she will be ready for him soon."
The Fox opened her eyes wide in total surprise.
"When did that happen?" Kitsune asked genuinely interested. That piece of news was totally new to her.
"My Imouto-han came to me the other day when I had finished transacting my business," said Tsuruko plainly, "We talked over everything for a while, and she told me again about her love for Keitaro. She also confided in me that she wanted to give herself to him, because she was now old enough to become his bride. So, Haruka and I took Motoko-han to the Urashima clan's doctor, who put her on 'the pill'." She loved her sister, and if Motoko wanted Keitaro, she would help her out any way possible.
"She never let on to me," Kitsune responded quizzically.
"That's like her sometimes, Kitsune," responded Tsuruko, "She can become very embarrassed and shy when it comes to talking about intimate things. I know that you don't doubt her sincerity in this do you?" She knows about the strong friendship between the Fox and her sister. A yuri relationship between the two would not bother her either, if it were to ever happen.
"Never, shit he's all she ever talks about sometimes," said a thoughtful Kitsune, "But I know this, I will get those two into the same bed together. But and I mean this sincerely, only when she thinks she is ready. With her, this can't be rushed because she loves him like me, and maybe more so." She was Motoko's mentor in the art of love and cared deeply for her. In that vein, Kitsune has also acted as another older sister.
"We know that. Right, Tsu-chan," Haruka said as she eased up on her younger friend.
"Shit, I just hope I'lllast through the day. That's a dangerous weapon he's got dangling there between his legs," said Kitsune as the three started to laugh, "I'm glad I've fallen in love with him because he's ruined me for other men. That said, Keitaro is all I want now."
Because they were about to open, Haruka handed her an apron and left Tsuruko behind in the office. The three had shared one last laugh together as the employees filed in through the Tea Shoppe's backdoor.
The continuation of their conversation would have to wait for another time.
-The Hinata Hill-
Over the next few weeks, Keitaro and the girls all worked hard around the Hinata.
More than anything, Kaolla Su wanted to help out her precious Onii-chan. So, he showed her how to handle his tractors and other equipment. He believed that since she was a genius, he would give her the responsibility of driving and maintaining his work vehicles. He understood that if he gave the Princess enough of those responsibilities, her innate mental maturity would shine through.
It did.
Yes, she could a handful sometimes, but this young miss had developed a lot of respect for Keitaro. And, like Shinobu, a bit of a crush as well.
Seated on his garden tractor, she mowed all the back of Hinata Hill. She was ecstatic when her Keitaro openly praised her for doing such a great job.
Keitaro, along with some of the local Academy students planted trees and saplings along both sides of the newly widened and paved back road. Hopefully, doing so would prevent future mud- and rockslides from happening over there.
He spread a lot of grass seed along the roadside to cover up all of the rocky soil which was quite an eyesore.
After that, his friends from the construction crew helped him build two western-style cabins: one by the pond with bunk beds in the front and a large private bedroom in the back; the other he had built on a spot which overlooked a wooded valley. Running water and commodes were a feature too.
At Keitaro's behest, Naru and Shinobu got out some paint and brushes. They painted around the front and back entry ways to the Hinata. The duo also painted over some of the larger rocks white by the parking lot which he had expanded to ten spots for any future residents who drove. Next, Keitaro and Kaolla expertly installed some new high intensity lights around the manse. They brilliantly lit up the back.
Utilizing her IT skills, Kaolla installed a perimeter alarm and motion detectors to trip on any of the lights if unauthorized people were around there at night. The Princess also programmed access cards for the residents when she and Keitaro installed maglocks at all the properties entrance doors.
-A change in one's life-
One evening in late July, Motoko finally summoned up the courage to become one with her beloved Keitaro-sama.
Exhausted from their labors, it had been a busy day from all the work accomplished today on the Hill.
Right after dinner and KP, Keitaro and Kitsune personally put Shinobu and Kaolla to bed as the two youngest girls had fallen asleep in the common room.
Naru, after she had finished helping with the dishes, told the others that she would be going to her friend's place for a few days.
Paying her a lot of Yen, Keitaro thanked her for her hard work around the Hinata. The reason, she had a lot of initials up on the jobs list in the common room. As she received her pay, Naru appreciated the fact that Keitaro was a man of his word. She put her R/T in the spot marked for her, and after thanking him, headed out.
Since giving her body to him, Kitsune had been having a lot of sex with Keitaro. Tonight though, she was very tired and knew that Motoko was ready for him. The two had talked as Kitsune prepared her young friend for all eventualities, which were quite extensive, and then they kissed before Motoko went to prepare.
Earlier, Keitaro had said to Kitsune that he was going out to the lake for an evening swim, and that she was free to join him if she wanted.
Declining, she said it would be busy at Haruka's place in the morning.
To give Motoko time to prepare, Kitsune made out for a little while, and then slinked off to bed.
There was a full moon out that evening.
Alone, or so he thought, Keitaro was out by the spring and decided to go skinny-dipping. It had been a very hot day and the cool water would soothe his tired, achy muscles. Getting an extremely rare wild hair and feeling like a little kid, Keitaro decided to run and dive right in.
"That was so good," said Keitaro quietly as he stood on the sandy bottom and smiled that the cool waters shock had re-energized him.
"I'm so glad to hear that, my Keitaro-sama," said Motoko who stood there naked on the edge of the lake. The light of the moon and stars in the sky gave the statuesque teen beauty an ethereal glow. In the background, it had also placed a halo effect around her magnificent body.
"You must be a shinobi too, Mo-chan. I did not hear you coming," said Keitaro who saw the goddess there and smiled. He changed her honorific as he had Kitsune's.
Initially, the cold water had made him quite hard, but now with the vision of loveliness before him on the shore, he was in major agony.
Slowly, and without hesitation, Motoko entered the water and waded over to the man she loved.
"I love you, my Keitaro-sama," said Motoko as she placed her arms around his neck.
"I love you too, Mo-chan. You are so beautiful," said Keitaro who gently took her by the waist with his powerful hands.
Tenderly, he pulled her toward him as they kissed. She loved the fact that he was only a little over ten and half centimeters taller than her, so she did not have to tippy-toe too much like Kitsune had to when she kissed him.
Their tongues twirled as their bodies came together. She moaned a little when his living weapon pressed against her belly.
Gently, he reached up and fondled her large breasts.
Gasp!
He tweaked her hardened nipples and tugged at them while they kissed.
Even though they stood in cool waist deep water, she had never felt so hot in her life.
Emboldened, Motoko reached down and took possession of his huge cock. She thought, 'My Keitaro-sama is like this because of me.'
"Careful Mo-chan, it's loaded," Keitaro said to ease any tension she might have.
Giggling, she blushed at his innuendo.
In like fashion, he reached down and touched her most sacred place as they kissed again.
MOAN!
Even though he touched her barrier, Motoko did not need any foreplay because she wanted him so badly.
She broke the kiss and whispered, "Please, my Keitaro-sama."
Stepping out of the lake, they went over to the cabin, and he opened the door.
Inside, she took his hand and led him into the back bedroom.
Not caring about any more wasted time, she pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him.
Both shifted to the middle and maneuvered into the right position.
Smiling, Keitaro appreciated that she was taking charge of the situation.
Since she was a virgin, Motoko was on top as Kitsune had suggested. The Fox said that he was huge, and sex would hurt the first time, so being on top would be better for her.
"I love you, my Keitaro-sama," said Motoko who took hold of his huge cock and lined it up. For luck, she leaned down for a kiss.
Looking into each other's eyes, they nodded.
Pushing down, Motoko screamed while she impaled herself on his huge cock. When he was halfway inside her, she stopped for a moment.
She was now one with her Keitaro-sama.
Unlike Kitsune, she had no previous experience, so Keitaro started off slowly and allowed Motoko to take things at her own pace.
As she became used to his cock, Motoko quickened her pace and allowed Keitaro to indulged her.
In awe, it was difficult for her to believe that she had finally become one with her beloved Keitaro-sama.
Both broke at the same time as their orgasms were mutual. She felt his warm seed, as it entered her womb. It was a sensation beyond any other experience.
Not knowing why, Motoko heavily squirted all over the front of him.
"Nice," he whispered having taken her gift.
Before they separated, Keitaro wrapped his arms around Motoko's slender waist and enjoyed the afterglow with her.
Soon, she slid off his body and after one last soft kiss, slept contentedly in his arms.
-Early the next morning-
Alone in bed since she knew that he was an early riser, Motoko sensed the he was not very far away. Opening her eyes, she saw him seated in a corner chair just looking at her.
"Morning Mo-chan, how do you feel? Are you sore at all?" asked Keitaro in a soft voice in hopes that he did not hurt her.
Gingerly, Motoko sat up and felt very stretched as his residual seed still oozed from her now womanly pussy. Shifting over some, she saw the spot where he took her gift. There was only a bit of blood mixed in with the large mess. Then, she looked between her legs and saw no other bleeding and that her maidenhead was missing. At that, she smiled.
If she was not so sore right now, she would gladly make love to him again this morning.
"I'm just a little sore, my Keitaro-sama. What time is it my love?" Motoko asked in rapid succession looking at her lover. Carefully she got out of bed and walked into the water closet to pee.
"It's about six, Mo-chan," said Keitaro as a naked Motoko closed the door, "I think Shinobu-chan will have breakfast ready soon. You want to take a quick dip in the lake before we eat?"
"I would love to, my Keitaro-sama," answered Motoko through the door.
After a quick morning skinny dip, our couple quickly dressed and headed back into the Hinata to eat hand-in-hand.
-The rest of the morning-
While Keitaro went to help Shinobu in the kitchen, Kitsune pumped Motoko for info.
The Fox knew something must have happened, because Motoko did not sit down to talk to her. Since she did not have a lot of time to probe any deeper because of work, she kissed Motoko and headed out.
But before she went out the pantry door, Kitsune gave Keitaro a huge kiss in the kitchen in front of the two younger girls. Following her in, Motoko smiled from the doorway.
Shinobu blushed.
Kaolla giggled.
That accomplished, Kitsune headed down to the Shoppe.
Thus, there were now just four for breakfast.
"Why are you sitting on a cushion, Motoko?" asked Kaolla innocently enough. She did not realize that her friend had become a woman the night before.
"I wish to be comfortable this morning, Kaolla-chan," answered Motoko. No way would she tell the young Princess about last night, at least not until she was a little older.
"Mo-chan, take the day off if you want to," said Keitaro in a discreet manner, "I've got little planned since today is Sunday." Then to help her out even further, he looked at the Princess and asked, "Kaolla-chan, do you still want to fly that new miniature Mecha-Tama that you just built later this morning?"
The young blonde nodded enthusiastically.
"How about we do it after we help Shinobu-chan?" asked Keitaro. He reiterated the previous question, because he also wanted to have the petit chef involved with the outdoor activity so Motoko could have her space this morning.
"Thank you, my love," whispered Motoko as she smiled at her lover.
After breakfast, Motoko needed some time to time to get over being sore. She had to laugh about a few things from last night: one, never in her life did she ever think that she could scream as loudly as she had; two, almost passing out on a few occasions from too much pleasure; three, cumming continuously when it started to feel good, and on a more serious note, having then slept in the arms of her beloved Keitaro-sama.
'Spirits, he is so huge,' she thought, 'but soon I will be able to have him anytime I want.'
That knowledge made her tremendously happy.
-The last day of the month-
The day had been as full of work as any other.
It was early in the evening, Keitaro stood on the upper deck of the Hinata Sou and looked out onto the back of his property.
Enjoying what he saw, the owner did that instead of looking out at the megalopolis which was Tokyo and its environs like most people do. The work he and the girls had accomplished was up here, out on the hill, which meant so much to him.
Keitaro took a lot of pride in what they had done so far.
"Are you coming in, Senpai? It's suppertime," said Shinobu over the radio.
Keitaro pulled the radio off his work belt, and replied, "I'll be right down, Shinobu-chan."
He had just adjusted the new Satellite dish on the roof of the manse for his girls.
With that too accomplished, Keitaro picked up his toolbox and headed down to wash up.
What new escapades would come to the Hinata crew during the rest of the summer? Stay tuned.
-End of Chapter-