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Chapter List
- 1-Sakura Blossoms
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Hitomi is slowly going to become an equal star of this one as the chapters progress... I realized I play her roughly five time as much as Kasumi, let me know how I did!
Chapter Two: Sakura Blossoms
As Hitomi had predicted, Ryu Hayabusa proved a strict master. Her father had demanded much of her, had asked of her all that he could ask of any heir, but Ryu expected even more: he expected as much of her as he did himself.
"Scale the wall!" he shouted.
"There's no foothold, Ryu," she insisted.
"There is always a foothold!" he bellowed, then proved it by climbing the smooth surface of the wall.
He had taken her deep into the forests in his native Japan, the same grounds he used for himself. Everyday from first light until he finally allowed rest late into the night, the training was endless. At the start of the day, they would run obstacles, any day she did not surpass the previous day's time was strictly disciplined. Before each meal, they would spar, how well she would be fed being determined by her performance. In between, they would work to develop strength, speed, and endurance through a brutal, unending exercise regimen.
"Our enemies are nearly unstoppable," he explained. "To face one of them is to know almost certain defeat and you are asking to fight them both: you must be better."
Every day, Hitomi went to bed aching and sore from the training. Every day, she barely noticed. The pain in her heart was too great to feel anything else.
On the third day of the second week of her training, Ryu turned his back on her. "You are not focused on your training," he said. "If you truly want to win this fight, you cannot let your pain dull your senses."
"I'm fighting them because of my pain!" she pleaded.
"You're fighting them to win," Ryu said coldly. "And you never will. Kasumi is superior in every way."
Hitomi snapped at his words, coming at him in a blind rage. "Aarrrghh!!!"
He dodged her strike and knocked her to the ground with his counterstrike.
"Not good enough!" Ryu denounced. "Come at me as you would
Hayate!"
Hitomi leapt to her feet, her lovely face contorted in hate. She pummeled him with a series of punches to the chest, then followed with a low kick, she was about to finish up with a throw, but he countered and in the blink of an eye, she was back on her back.
Ryu narrowed his eyes. "Hayate would pity you," he said dismissively.
Hitomi's thoughts drifted, as they so often did, back to her time with Ein.
It had been three weeks since they had found him, she was on her hands and knees scrubbing the floors of her father's dojo one afternoon when their unusual houseguest rounded the cover to find her.
"Where is your father, Hitomi-chan?" Hayate asked.
"He and mom went out for some meeting of local businessmen," she had replied, disinterested.
"He left you here all alone? Ein asked, an eyebrow raised in surprise. "With a man that's a stranger even to himself?"
Hitomi shrugged. She was just as puzzled, but her father was taken with this foreign fighter for some reason. "It's not like I can't defend myself," she said. "I'm going to inherit this dojo some day."
Ein smiled. A smug, knowing kind of smile that she couldn't quite hate as hard as she tried. "But defending yourself implies the attention would be unwelcome. And we both know that wouldn't be the case."
She wrinkled her nose in anger and opened her mouth to protest... And he leaned in and kissed her. "Mmph!"
His kiss was strong and certain, he clearly knew how much she had wanted this... But it didn't stop her from flipping him over, crashing him flat onto his back.
He grinned back up at her. "You are not planning on making this easy for me, are you?"
She smiled back at him. "Nope," she replied.
And then she chucked the wet sponge at him.
Back in the present, Hitomi kicked to the ground, then hit Ryu with several quick blows, knocking the Dragon ninja into the air. She managed to hit him with two more quick kicks before he hit the ground. She ran over to him, ready to strike the killing blow.
Ryu tore off his mask and she saw he was smiling. "Well done, Hitomi-chan. You may yet have a chance."
DOA
Meanwhile, in a little coastal village in Brazil, Kasumi sat in her tiny apartment, finishing her breakfast with tea. She had come here with her brother after their meaningful reunion, needing somewhere where they could blend in but remain unknown. The Japanese population here made it simple to accomplish that. They had found work and made a few friends, but they were able to keep mostly to themselves, not having much need for the rest of the world.
It was a simple life, but satisfying enough.
"But how long can this last?" she asked herself.
Her favorite blue kimono had been irreparably torn during their first lovemaking, so she was wearing her sleeveless black outfit. It was perhaps a little sexier than her other outfit, she had only gotten the boldness to wear after her first sexual experience with Ryu. Since then, she had saved it for the occasions when she had a steady sexual partner and it never failed to make feel sexy and confident. Hayate certainly found it impossible to resist.
Not that he ever needed any effort capturing his interest. Her brother's feelings for her were never in doubt. He wanted to be with her at every moment, never hesitating to declare his unending love for her. His arousal certainly never seemed to decrease.
As for Kasumi herself, she was less sure of her feelings. She told herself again and again that it was just sex, that she was just giving into her desires after a lifetime of self-depravation and sacrifice in the name of duty. That was bad enough, she knew, but it was at least simple; a momentary (albeit increasingly long moment) lapse she could put behind her.
So, why couldn't she walk away? The sex was objectively the best she'd ever had, better than anything she could imagine. But it wasn't just that. For all her objections to him calling her "my love," her heart always leapt when he said. And when he spoke to her of their future, she had to fight to keep herself from getting wrapped up in his fantasies. And she certainly couldn't deny that she'd been dreaming about this kind of reunion herself the whole time they were divided.
So, what did she really want? To be his wife? Could she really do that?
"Good morning, my love," she hadn't even heard him before he was on her, his hands everywhere under her clothing as he kissed and embraced her from behind. He never wore more than underwear while in their small apartment (a behavior he encouraged in her as well) so she would feel every ripple of his chiseled chest against her back.
"Hayate, please," she said. "We have to stop doing this."
He smiled and continued to grind his throbbing erection against the small of her back. "Do you truly wish me to stop?"
She was silent for a long moment before capitulating. "Of course not... but we really shouldn't be doing this anymore."
He pushed her red ponytail to the side as he kissed her neck and collarbone. "Of course, my love."
"This will be the last time," she assured him as he hands groped all over her barely-hidden curves.
"Of course, my love," he repeated as his hands traced her bare hips. It was always the last time.
His hands were all over her again, reaching down into her top to seize her beautiful round breast, caressing her soft, fleshy thighs, squeezing her nubile young ass. His lust for her was positively boundless... whether she had just woken up, was fresh out of the shower, or sweating and filthy after a sparring session, he was absolutely insatiable. "I have to have you," he gasped huskily in her ear as he kissed her neck hungrily. "I have to have you, now!"
"One last time," she said again. "And then we go back to being brother and sister..."
In response, he pulled open the top of her ninja garb, revealing the bounce of her exquisite teenage tits. "Arrghh!!!" he yelled with lust.
She started panting and grunting in response as reached over to cup her firm breasts.
"My love," he moaned, thrusting his cock against her perfect round ass, "your body is so agreeable to me... No one else is as desirable..."
He groped her with something like religious ecstasy, forever enthralled by her curves, exploring her incredible breasts, too large for even his forceful hands, but still so supple and feminine. "Ooohhh... Hayate..." she moaned. His hands on her breasts felt so wonderful, he knew just how to touch her to make her a slave to her passions. He massaged the underside, tickled her beautiful nipples, and squeezed them whole... Her tits were surprisingly responsive for being so large, truly the perfect boobs. She struggled out of the top of her garment to give him better access.
He spun her around to look at her. "Such a body should never be clothed!" he declared boldly.
And then they kissed, passionately, their tongues dueling and clashing, his hands never leaving those magnificent breasts of hers.
"Why are you so good at this?" she gasped out between kisses.
He knew what she was really asking: why did it have to be him? Why did this relationship have to be between the two of them? "I am this way for you, my sister. Only for you."
Kasumi noted this. He hadn't acknowledged their blood relationship since their first time together, had seemingly put it behind him and saw her now only as his lover, his potential wife. She had never understood how he could compartmentalize it and had always been the one to remind him of familial ties. It was too big to forget and, to her shame, she realized it aroused her more to keep it in mind. Reaching into his underwear, she unleashed his mighty cock. "We still need to stop doing this..." she said, then added "soon."
Hayate smiled, which then turned into a grunt as the beautiful kunoichi began to wank him. Her smooth, small hand encircling his massive cock as best she could, looking him straight in the eye as she caressed his whole length.
"Ugh!" he moaned.
She smile wickedly, her free hand went to his balls, tickling and playing with them. She was skilled indeed; unsurprising, he realized but he couldn't help but wish he had been the one to take his teenage lover's virginity. "You're so big, Hayate, the biggest I've seen," she whispered. "The biggest by far."
The tone of her voice aroused him as much as her young little hands on his massive member, and he encouraged her to go onward. "Harder, my love!"
She wanked him harder, her grip firm but loving, up and down the length of his massive penis as it jolted with pleasure.
"Tell me you love me," he gasped.
For the first time, she lowered her eyes. "You know I can't do that," she insisted. "This is just sex. And it must end."
He could feel the artificiality of her statement, but the coldness of it stung him. It was only his sister's hands' steady movement on his cock and balls that kept him from losing his erection.
"Then tell me that you want me," he insisted. "And how long you have wanted this."
"I do want you," she admitted, "this I cannot deny."
His member surged with new life. "Yes!" he cried. "Tell me more! Tell me how long you've wanted me!"
"When I left our village to find you, deep down I wished we would be united like this: as lovers. I used to watch you dress," she continued as she manipulated his cock expertly. "I used to steal glances at It. Yours was the first I've ever seen."
His hot blood pulsed within his strong penis, crying with lust as she massaged him. "So good, Kasumi!" she screamed. "So good!"
As she became more engaged with her story, her actions on his powerful genitals became more energetic, more vigorous. "I dreamed of your proud cock, your strong arms. Of being wrapped up in them and carried away to your waiting bed... Of giving myself to you." On our wedding night, she added to herself.
She leaned down and rubbed her cheeks lightly against his dick, still jerking him off. "That's how I started touching myself," she confessed. "Imagining it was you. Touching my breasts, my Jade gate. I used to place a bokken between my breasts, pretending it was your hard cock."
Her smooth little hand were all over his length, working to bring him as much pleasure as possible. Hayate saw the awe in her eyes as she remembered. If she could not say that she loved him, those eyes certainly left no doubt. "My love," he said, "do it! Please take me between your breasts."
She lowered herself to his heated groin, rubbing her erect nipples down his naked chest as she did so. At last she reaching her brother's massive member, fully trapping it in her amazing cleavage. Her little hands pushed her large breasts even closer together and she began to gyrate up and down. The feeling of her supple teenage flesh encasing his dick was beyond amazing as the firm tits moved rhythmically over him. "Yes, my love!" he cried. "Yes!!!"
She could feel his mighty cock twitching excitedly against her luscious skin; there was so much she'd only allow him to do to her, to do with her. She hesitated to admit she truly loved him the way he so readily said of her, but as she pleasured him with her boobs, she knew there was a good reason she could never turn down his requests. She looked up at his face to see a look of pure ecstasy, she decided to take it a little further.
When Hayate felt her warm little mouth close over his throbbing dome of his cock, licking and sucking at him. "Ooohhhh... Kasumi..." he moaned, placing a hand on her delightfully bobbing head. Her pretty teenage mouth was giving his head unbelievable pleasure as she circled it with her little tongue, while her massive tits continued to work his shaft lovingly. Her voluptuous young body jolted up and down as she serviced him, bringing him unique satisfaction as she milked his cock. For several moments, their well-oiled machine continued to function, until finally he could hold back no longer.
"My love!" he screamed. "I'm going to..."
And then he came. A thick, heavy load of semen, even by his standards erupted from his churning balls and into his sister's waiting mouth. Kasumi dutifully swallowed as much as she could, but he had exploded all over her face, her chest, and down to her breasts.
"My apologies, my love," he said, genuinely embarrassed.
Kasumi brushed him off, clearly not feeling his apology was unnecessary. His seed, however, was rapidly dripping down her body, so to save her ninja garb from being ruined again, she had to quickly remove her belt and let her clothing fall to the floor.
"Ohhh... Kasumi..." Hayate gasped. "Your beauty is unmatched."
It was a sight her never tried of: his beautiful teenage lover wearing only her panties. At his request, she had been growing her bush out; now it was so full that the red hairs had begun to peak out of her undergarments, which she had no doubt make them fully visible during battle. When she had expressed this fear to him, her brother merely laughed haughtily until she struck him playfully.
He lowered himself to kiss the smooth skin of her pale stomach, lightly petting the taut young skin while lavishing it with worshipful kisses. With his free hand he held her from behind, ostensibly to stabilize her, but his strong hand went right up into her panties to grope her luscious, young asscheek. "Oh... My love... My Kasumi..." he moaned, rimming her belly button.
"Ahhh... Brother!" Kasumi gasped in pleasure, urging him onward.
At last, he grasped the strings that held up her panties, toying with them only briefly before they came undone. He pulled away from her and held her panties to his chest like a cherished object, then brought them to his face to smell her and examine the traces of eager wetness. "Oh, Kasumi..." he moaned, "you're always so ready..."
A look for rapture crept over his face, and he began to rub the stained crotch of her panties against his own throbbing erection, letting his precum mix with her juices. Kasumi considered yelling at him, she certainly didn't need him ruining another pair of her panties, but he was so enthusiastic and, besides, she knew he'd make it up to her soon. He quickly tossed her underwear aside in any case, eager to focus on her now naked bush.
"My love..." he moaned.
Kasumi's heart still skipped a beat when he looked at her like that. For all her doubts about this relationship, she could never deny her brother when she saw that intense Need in his eyes. He reached over and squeezed her ass possessively. They had not engaged in anal sex since their first encounter and they were overdue for another sessions... But not yet. For now, he focused his attention on her waiting pussy.
"Eat me, Hayate," she pleaded.
Hayate lowered his mouth to her dripping, teenage pussy. She was always so horny, so wet and ready for him. He lapped at her slit like a man dying of thirst, drinking all that she had to give him. As he did this, her continued to knead her beautiful round ass, squeezing and rubbing to increase her pleasure and his delight.
"Brother!" she gasped. "Oh, god! Hayate!"
Her flavor was so sweet, so intoxicating; he pushed his tongue as far as it would fit into her tender walls as she arched her back in response. He grabbed her full pale butt more firmly then, giving her a few light spanks. As if in daze, he serviced her delicious vagina; suckling at her clit to tease more of her juices, then going back to his steady series of licks and loud slurps.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried. "Fuck!"
They were on the ground now, she was writhing like an animal on the floor while he tasted of her essence, her legs pushed wide open as he devoured her messily. Her fingers in his hair as she urged him onwards. "Brother," she pleaded. "Please... Fuck me now..."
"I am your slave, my love," he said.
She stroked his beautiful face lovingly, catching her fingers with her own girlcum as she did so. He was so pretty, and he was truly hers. Widening her legs even further to accommodate him, she grabbed his muscular ass with both hands and pushed him towards her. "Now, Hayate," she insisted.
She never had to ask twice.
They made love tenderly at first. He always liked to start in the missionary position as a silent testimony of her status as his beloved rather than a mistress or subject of shame. He never voiced this to her in words, of course, she would merely insist they were temporary lovers, but the look in his eyes as he moved inside her told her everything.
"Unh! Huh! Ahhh!" she panted erotically.
They entwined their hands as they moved together, their hips thrusting gently. His seed had long since dried on her chest and she would rake her supple breasts over his muscular chest when they met, driving him further.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me!"
She was so tight, so warm, so very very sweet as she enclosed his pike, her warm channel squeezing and embracing him. His eyes never wavered from her angelic face, truly never more beautiful than when they made love: her eyes closed, her mouth open slightly, a look of sheer ecstasy on her young features as she writhed with each thrust. He felt her hands squeeze his and knew she wanted to go harder and faster.
He had no trouble complying.
"Ahh! Hayate!" she cried.
At last he began to let loose his full power, putting all of his feelings for his prone lover into every powerful stroke. His powerful cock plunged in and out of her again and again, reaching her most intimate depth as he claimed her pussy. She struck her own claim, too, grasping onto his back tightly. At first it was a loving motion, but soon her nails were deep into his back, drawing thick streams of his blood.
"Arrghh!!!" he screamed in pain and pleasure.
Their powerful fucking continued like this for some time, Hayate was honestly starting to worry that he might be doing his beloved sister permanent damage. Kasumi seemed unconcerned, however, and her welcoming teenage sex remained as tight, warm, and wet as it had always been. He also couldn't help but worry as well about her wonderful ass on the hardwood floor, knowing that after all this time it could not be feeling comfortable.
"My love!" he panted. "Another position?"
"Balcony..." she managed to gasp in response. "Balcony..."
He understood and carried her out to the little balcony their small apartment shared with the other residents of their complex. It was unsurprising given the circumstances of their first lovemaking that they would come to fetishize being outdoors, and now Kasumi positively loved having her brother inside her as she watched the Sun rise over the mountains and the cityscape. Of course, this also left them completely exposed to anyone that happened to glance outside, but Kasumi didn't care.
And they were fully exposed now as her brother once again seized her her hips and thrust his mighty penis into her waiting teenage cavern and began to take her roughly from behind. She gripped the railing of the balcony tightly, her little feet struggling to remain planted on the cement, her naked breasts and belly shuttering and sweating in the unprotected sunlight.
"Fuck me, brother," she begged. "Fuck me harder!"
"I love you!" he screamed as he complied with her demand.
Hayate thrusted harder and harder into her, with a force that would have sent a woman of less amazing athleticism over the edge of the balcony, Kasumi however was more than able to compensate, gripping the railing with shinobi agility. Maintaining her stance prevented her from taking a more active role in returning her brother's affections, but he was ready and willing to drive this mighty train, holding her curvy hips as he pistoned in and out of her magnificent moistness. Her wonderful ass cushioned against his stomach, the feel driving him onward.
"Just like that!" she panted. "Just like that!"
Kasumi was in heaven. She grunted and moaned with exertion as her fantastic breasts bounced for all the world to see. She had hated being in hiding, hated being cooped up and keeping her relationship with her Hayate a secret... Now, the teenage ninja girl was letting loose, getting fucked from behind in broad daylight. After several moments of this, the power of their fucking, together with her not-so-secret interest in being seen in this position, came together and she knew she was near another climax.
"Brother..." she gasped. "What future can we have like this?"
"Stay with me forever, my love," he whispered, his hard cock moving powerfully inside her. "Be my wife."
He had said it! The final declaration. "Not yet... Not yet..." she pleaded as she came.
Feeling her excitement at the suggestion, Hayate felt his own climax rapidly approaching and pulled his cock out of her, just in time to explode his seed all over her smooth, young back.
He kissed the top of her red hair. "Soon, my love. As soon as you're ready."
As she came down from her orgasm, she realized what she had just agreed to. "I don't know how long it will be," she said quickly. "I'm only eighteen."
"I know, my love," Hayate said, reaching down to grasp her still dripping sex possessively. "I can wait," he assured her. Although his tone clearly suggested he did not expect to wait long.
"And I'm still your sister," she said more assertively. "It would be better if you found someone else. The clan would have to end with us."
"There are others to carry on the clan's line," he said, simply, gently stroking her still hungry vulva. "And there is no one else for me. There has only ever been you."
As her body began to react once again to his touch, she felt herself once again acquiescing to his desires. "We can discuss this later," she said defiantly. "For now... just say the words. And make love to me one more time."
"My love," he said smiling, as he lay her down on the cement.
Kasumi sighed internally. At least a small sacrifice was greater than a large one.
DOA
Far into the forest of Hokkaido, Ryu and Hitomi sat around a blazing fire. Hitomi used to love to train in the woods, ever since she was a child and she used to camp in the Black Forest with her father. Ostensibly as a mission of training, but in reality those trips were as filled with songs, games, and campfire snacks as karate and gymnastics.
When she had found Ein in those same woods, it was as if her childhood playground had given her a gift for all their time together; a wonderful new gift that she could finally appreciate now that she was truly a woman.
Now, of course, the forest only made her think of Hayate's betrayal.
Ryu noticed the sadness wash over her pretty features, since she had come to him, she was dominated by her anger, her need for revenge. Seeing her suddenly become so small and fragile-looking twisted at his soul.
"You performed well today," he said, not sure what else he could offer her. "You should be proud."
"Thank you," the half-German fighter replied, unmoved.
Ryu turned his attention back to the fire. He had known many beautiful women in his journeys, but Hitomi was truly in a class all her own. If he was capable of being objective, he may have even found her more beautiful than even Kasumi. Had they met each other before the cursed siblings they were currently hunting... But such thoughts were beneath his focus now.
Still, as he looked over at the beautiful girl suffering next to him, something deep within him changed.
"We will punish them, I swear to you," he said suddenly.
"Huh?" Hitomi asked, confused.
"I will go with you on your mission," he assured her. "I will not rest until I draw their blood."
In the light of the fire, for the first time, she saw real sympathy in his eyes, but more than that: she saw pain. Real pain, and she knew the source right away. "They wronged you, too," she said, eyes widening in revelation.
Ryu said nothing, but she could see in his eyes she was right.
"You loved Kasumi, didn't you?" she asked. "The two of you..."
"We need not discuss this further," he assured her.
"Of course not," Hitomi agreed. "Let's get some sleep. We've got a big day of training ahead of us."
And then she hugged him softly, her body warm and pliant against his, the sweet smell of her feeling his nose. And Ryu knew that as much as he tried, he would get no sleep that night.
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