They kept touching him. As often as they could get away with. When passing him in the hall, at door, when going around the table at dinner or when speaking with him. Touching touching touching. Hands on a shoulder, a brief brush of fingers on his cheek, a toussle of his hair, a pinch of his butt, the squeezing of a hand, a peck on his nose. Depending on who was likely to see or not. But always touching. When he started returning the touches, he got varying reactions. Kasumi's was the most startling to him. She would -lean- into his touches. And she would always smile warmly at him after he'd.. patted her rear or pretended there was not enough room to go by her without pressing close. Nabiki's reaction was more in character with what he knew of her. Smirks, some teasing winks, and once or twice, demands for money... Although those had actually been jokes. Which had surprised him again. ----- The first night after .. After. After the discovery. After he lost his virginity to Akane.. And her sisters. The first night after that fateful night, Ranma and Akane made love again, this time alone. It was sweet, a little clumsy, they kissed and played with one another's body, then concluded, pretty classically, with Ranma on top. While it had been loving and nice... And yes, satisfying. It hadn't had a tenth of the electricity of the night before. At school, earlier today, they had talked about it. And Akane had asked him if he would be willing to.. Try with her sisters again. He had agreed. He wasn't sure why. No, he was lying to himself. He knew why. Their presence had added an incredible amount of sexual energy. He wanted to .. compare. "Yeah, that's it. Just comparin, seeing what's better," he thought to himself. ----- Akane had come up with the idea. It would be a.. game. A game of prisonner and they would be the guards. The guards who ravish the bound prisonner. Kasumi had pulled ropes through rings attached to the ceiling at two corners of her room, which, she said, had been used for dryin clothes on rainy days. And they had pushed her futon out of the way, so they could tie Akane up. Her arms were held spread, the rope solidly taut as it went from one of her wrist, to the ring, then along the ceiling to the other ring, and finaly travelled back to Akane, tied to her other wrist. She had barely any footing left. They had then slowly undressed her, teasingly caressing her, until she (and they) were very aroused. There had been much giggling and grinning, with kisses exchanged between them, while fingers went to places they shouldn't go to. Akane said she was feeling very exposed, but she trusted them, and she loved them. She really wanted this. Then, Nabiki had produced a new toy she'd bought just for this. A rubber ball with straps on it. She had then made Akane open her mouth, and pushed it in against her teeth, forcing her jaw wide until the ball was past them, keeping her mouth gaged yet opened. The straps went about her head, binding it securely in place. Then had come the spanking. Kasumi had taken out a paddle, and then proceeded to, as she said, warm Akane's bottom. She had paddled her with swift, sure strikes that had cracked against the lovel cheeks in turns, until both were burning bright red. And now, They had all undressed, and both Nabiki and Kasumi had used cold water to turn into their cursed forms. They played janken. Nabiki was chosen to go first. And so, Ranma watched as another man slipped up against his fiancee, his cock pressing between her buttocks and then thrusting in hard, wrenching a muffled cry from her gagged mouth before he started pounding against her with a sure, powerful rhythm that slapped his hips to her bottom with each strokes. Besides him, Ranma could see that Kasumi was turned on by this show, not only was her huge cock starting to leak juices and raising its heavy head, but she was biting her lips, totaly absorbed by the sight. Ranma couldn't help but remember how he had been tricked into taking it into his mouth that first night. It hadn't felt that bad. And the noises Kasumi had made had turned him on back then. Now.. he didn't know anymore. He forgot about it and turned his attention back to Akane, who was quickly coming to a first orgasm under Nabiki's powerful assaults. He was hard too, watching her shake, watching how she fought against her bonds, against the gag, while Nabiki, oblivious, continued to thrust until, stiffening, he drove himself one last time into her, then yanked himself free. "There.. It's your turn Ranma." was all he said, his voice a bit thick, a boy who had just taken his pleasure's voice. Ranma nodded. It was all about Akane tonight. He moved behind her, placing one hand on her buttock, digging a thumb in the flesh to spread the cheek apart from its twin, exposing his fiancee's anus. It was wrinkled, a bit red, and there was a few drops of semen which had seeped from it, after Nabiki's ... use of it. Ranma bit his lower lip, rubbing his cock in his other hand, then guiding it to point its tip against the dark rosette. Letting go of his member, he took hold of her hips and shoved against her, as Akane had instructed beforehand. He felt Akane jump, fighting a moment and then he was in her as her cry muffled in the ballgag, echoed his possession. It was so exciting. She was well opened to him, Nabiki's own forays having dilated the muscles he was now forcing in his turn, and he started to thrust immediately, slamming himself against her and feeling the way her body jerked to each of his strokes. He watched facinated as a trickle of perspiration ran down her spine, while her body was pushed back and forth, all but dangling from her bonds, by the thrusts of his member plunging again and again into her. When she came again, he almost did as well, but fought it, simply driving harder, faster into her. He managed to make her come twice more, her orgasm hitting right through her devastatingly, leaving her limp for moments at a time againstthe surges of his thrusts, until she would regain her strength. Now, though, he was a thee limit, gritting his teeth, sweat drops stining his eyes as they trickled fro his brow, his muscle-t sticking to his chest, almost transparent. He finaly gave in, and with a series of hard thrust, burried himself into her, and, teeth grinching kept himself from crying out as he emptied himself into her backside. Panting, filled with a dizzy weakness that felt good and made his knees wobble, he walked away from the hanging Akane, hearing himself mutter, "Your turn, Kasumi." ------------ Ranma had sat down and was now watching the oldest of the Tendo sisters cram her huge member into Akane's backside with rhythmic, repeated, short, sharp shoves. Each motions was accompanied by muffled cries, and Akane's whole body stiffening, until she was burried to her balls. Ranma, still groggy from his own orgasm, stared as Kasumi started to pump in and out, at first slowly, fighting the tightness, the gripping of Akane's desperately clutching muscles, then more and more swiftly. From his position, the angle was great and he could see the lengthy member slide between his fiancee's buttocks. What an incredible thing. He himself had felt squeezed oh so tightly, even though he'd been second, Nabiki-kun having opened her first. But Kasumi's member was much thicker (and longer as well, he thought, with a twinge of innadequacy).. How could Akane take it all? Slender fingers caressed his thighs, moving closer and closer. But it was not before he felt the brush of Nabiki's breath on his cock, now erect again, still damp and sticky from his 'turn', that he looked down, finding the familiar hair, caressing it, before he noted the rest of her form, muscled back and buttocks, slim hips, the thicker upper arms and squarer shoulders. She was still in her cursed form. He almost pushed her back, but just then, her lips closed on his member, and she promptly swallowed him. With a moan, he wrenched his gaze from her head bobbing over his lap, to watch Kasumi, hands gripped into Akane's hips, slamming against her with a desperate abandon that spelt of the mad dash to the finish. When she yanked herself from her younger sister's ass, and sprayed her jizz all over her, Ranma thrust his hips up, driving his cock to the hilt into Nabiki's mouth and came with a hoarse, deep-throated moan. What the hell, Nabiki's a girl. Just like he's still a guy even when in his cursed form. Right? End of part 4a.