Careless Destiny

by David Eddy <dje@progress.com>


A Careful Destiny side story.  Coming Soon to a mailing list
near you.


"Careful  Destiny"  is written by Todd Hill (sysop@newberry.edu).
This  side  story  has been written in the universe  of  "Careful
Destiny"  with  Todd's permission, but he is not responsible  for
the contents of this story except insofar as he has offered ample
provocation  in  his  writing.  (Don't understand  this  comment?
Read   the   Careful   Destiny   series!    It's   archived    at
http://www.newberry.edu/sstalker/rancar.htm.)



Warning:  This excerpt contains occasional adult concepts and
sexual language.  While it is not explicit, I do not believe that
minors should read this.

This  story  is  a fan fiction based on Takahashi Rumiko's  Manga
series, Ranma 1/2.

The  characters of Ranma 1/2 are the property of Takahashi Rumiko
and her licensees.





     "Ranko-chan, it's time for you to go home now."
     Ranko looked in surprise at her mother.  The day spent at
the Tendou residence, repairing the dojo, had become a party
despite the interruption of rain and an unexpected visitor.  How
could she send her home now?  They had only just eaten dinner.
     "But why, Mom?"
     "Doctors orders, dear.  You know that."
     Ranko said nothing but looked rebellious.  Ranma, who was
sitting between Ranko and Akane, raised his head.
     "I'll take her home, Mom."
     Nodoka smiled gratefully.  "Thank you, dear.  You can make
sure Ranko doesn't walk on her ankle as I hear she did this
morning."  She finished with a motherly glare at her daughter.
     Ranko winced theatrically.  "Aw but Mom, my ankle's just
fine...."
     Ranma placed his hand on her shoulder.  "It's okay, Ranko.
You know it'll heal faster if you stay off it, and you can't spar
if your ankle isn't right."  He raised an eyebrow at his sister.
     "Aw, hell," she said quietly, mindful of her mother's
presence.  "You win, bro."  Raising her voice for her mother's
benefit, she added, "But how am I gonna get home?"
     "Same way you got here," said Ranma.  He moved from his
comfortable sitting position to kneel with his back to Ranko.
"Hop on."
     Akane watched Ranko move a little awkwardly as she half
stood in preparation to mounting her brother's back.  "You're a
good brother," she said to Ranma with a smile as Ranko settled
into her position on his back.
     Ranma blushed and shrugged and smiled shyly in return.  "I
love my sister," he said simply.
     It was Ranko's turn to blush.  "Come on, slave, giddyap!"
she said to cover her embarrassment.
     Ranma grinned and rose easily to his feet.  Akane followed
them outside and along the path to the gate.  She opened the gate
for them, but as Ranma was about to step through she stopped him
with a hand on his arm.  He looked questioningly at her.
     "Yes," she said.
     He frowned in confusion.  "Yes what?"
     Ranko thumped him on the chest.  "Dummy!  Yes, she'll go on
a date with you!  Remember, *you* asked *her*?"
     Akane giggled as Ranma turned his head and quickly stuck out
his tongue out at Ranko.  He was smiling as he turned his head
back to face Akane, though he was working hard to conceal his
nervousness.  "Er... when?  Tomorrow?  Would you like to, um,
err..."
     Akane took pity on him at last and said, "Perhaps we could
go to a movie?"
     "Yes, let's!" exclaimed Ranma in relief.  Ranko giggled in
his ear.  "Shall I meet you here at three?"
     Akane nodded.  Ranma could feel himself falling into the
large, dark-brown pools of her eyes.  He was brought back to
himself by a slap on his shoulder.  "Hello?  Is anybody home?"
Ranko waved her hand in front of his eyes.
     Both Ranma and Akane started, and Ranma looked away,
breaking eye contact for a moment.  He took a step and turned,
saying to Akane with a shy smile, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow
then."
     Akane smiled in return and waved.  "Until tomorrow!"

     Ranko rode comfortably on Ranma's back, not minding the
warmth of their contact.  The rain earlier had cut the early heat
of the day.  "You're really stuck on her, aren't you bro?"
     Ranma nodded.  "Yeah.  I think I like this Akane even better
than the old one."
     "Eh?  Why's that?"
     "She hasn't hit me yet."
     Ranko was silent for a bit; there was no way to answer that.
As they walked along the street she began to notice the effects
of riding piggyback on her brother:  The gentle up and down
motion of his walking was causing her breasts to rub against the
hard muscles of his back, with predictable effects.  Her nipples
were getting hard, and she could feel a flush rising to her face.
     "The way you were stuttering at her, I thought you were
going to invite her to your bedroom or somethin'."  Ranko
frowned.  Where the hell did that come from?
     "Aw come on, Sis, you know I wouldn't do that."
     "The cinema's a good place for a date.  Lots of opportunity
for a kiss or a quiet grope in there."
     Ranma sighed.  It would do no good to protest against
Ranko's insinuations.  He was beginning to learn that his sister
was rather free-spirited.  He rather liked that, and secretly
wished that perhaps he could be a little more like her, but that
didn't make her joking any less embarrassing sometimes.
     He felt her move her arms to hold him more tightly.  Her
breasts were now pressing firmly into his back, and he could feel
that her nipples were erect again.  His right ear was warm from
her breath.
     "Y'know, bro, when you said in front of everyone that you
loved me..." she breathed.
     There was a pause.  "Yeah?"
     "I just want you to know that I really like the new you,
even if my jokes make you uncomfortable."
     Ranma chuckled uncomfortably.  "That's okay, I think I'm
gettin' used to 'em."
     Her arms tightened a little.  "Anyway, I just wanted to
say... I love you too.  I really, really love you.  You're really
special to me."
     And then she kissed him.  Her hot lips found a spot just
behind the point of his jawbone and she leaned firmly into the
kiss for a long moment before she moved back and gently rested
her head against his.
     Ranma's nose was filled with the scent of her hair, and his
heart was filled with love for his sister.  Her arms around him
were warm but not uncomfortable in the warm evening air, and he
pressed back against her head with his for a moment.  Her nipples
were still stiff, no longer moving but still boring into his
shoulder blades, and he felt a stirring in his crotch which he
tried to ignore.
     "I love you too, sis.  I'll do anything for you."
     Ranko squeezed him, then giggled.  "Glad to hear it...
slave."
     Ranma laughed too as they walked down the street.



Careless Destiny:  Coming soon to the FFML.


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David Eddy -- dje@progress.com
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