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I do not own Ranma ½ or have any right to these characters, or of any of the other Anime characters who might wonder into the story.

A long time ago on the Anime adventure there was a thread called faking it. The theme was that all the Ranma characters had been faking their personalities and behavior.

Akane was a dyke.
Ukyou was bi.
Shampoo was also bi, but a total slut as well.

All three girls were getting it on together and faking their interest in Ranma as cover. The only interest they had in him was as a sexual toy. They would have their way with both male and female Ranma and then Shampoo would erase his memory. It was a bit dark, and heavy on the girl bashing. So I started a new thread off of it.

One where Ranma washed his hands of the girls, and devoted himself to reclaiming his lost childhood by playing with his best friend Ryouga.

Recently going over my raw copies of those posts I decided that it had the makings of a good story.

So I’ve decided to edit it and add a bit of material. I’m going to try to use only that material which I wrote, but if I should use any contributed by someone else I apologize. The story picks up in the middle as it were, but I think you’ll have no trouble figuring things out.

And with no further delays, I give you,

Faking it, Games.

Ranma tingled in anticipation as the air rushed by his body. Five minutes ago he’d gotten a call letting him know that Ryouga was at his place. It had been a pretty lousy two weeks and he could really use the stress relief of slacking off with his bud away from the colossal hassle that was his life.

Getting to Ryouga’s house secretly had turned out to be easy. Ranma had just stood in the right place and insulted Akane. A few seconds later he was flying through the air directly at the Hibiki homestead.

Ranma spotted Ryouga standing in his front yard, a bucket in his hands. He had only a second to realize that it was going to be one of those sessions before a wave of cold water changed him into a girl and he landed in Ryouga’s arms. The now much bigger boy set the now very female Ranma on her feet.

“Someone must be feeling horny. Couldn’t even wait for me to all the way here,” Ranma teased. Despite her words, her female form was already preparing itself for the coming activity, her breasts were swelling with arousal and a warm moist feeling was making itself known between her legs.

"Talk to your brother with more respect, Yoiko," Ryouga growled, instantly letting Ranma know just what today’s game was going to be.

Ranma's ass tingled at Ryouga's words. "You ain't the boss of me, big brother!" she retorted instantly falling into the familiar role. She turned around and started to walk toward the street. "I'll see Mikado if I want to, and you can't stop me,” she said, adding her own little bit of stage setting.

"That's what you think," Ryouga said, grabbing hold of her arm and dragging her toward the house.

"let me go," Ranma yelled, digging her heels into the sidewalk, to no avail. Ryouga plowed ahead, dragging her behind him. When her her feet hit the stairs, she mangaged to halt his movement for a second, till he gave a yank and pulled her forward, tucking her under one arm and lifting her right off the ground. He marched into the house with her, ignoring her kicking feet and flailing you fists.

"You cocksucker, let me go, Mikado is waiting, and he promised me something special!" Ranma/Yoiko yelled.

Ryouga paused just inside the door at Ranma's words. "Yoiko! How dare you use such language. As your big brother, it is my duty to punish you!"

Ranma's clothing, by necessity, was far too large for her tiny female body. So it was without a whole lot of difficulty that she wiggled backward out of the tight circle of Ryouga's arm, leaving her shirt behind.

Her bare breasts bouncing, she dashed toward the back of the house, pausing at the door to the center hall to give Ryouga the red-eye and stick her tongue out at him. "bedahhhh," she said to him. "You can't stop me! I'm going to go on my date with Mikado, and nothing you do can stop me."

Ryouga fumed, but held himself in check long enough to lock the front door before following after Yoiko, as he now thought of her for the purpose of their game. The Hibiki house was Hibiki strong, it had to be to survive. With the door locked, he could not wonder out of it, and Ranma could not break it down, that would spoil the game. He knew the horny little slut was just as eager as he was, if not more so. But, Ranma would never throw a game and if he gave her an opening she’d take it. Now she was trapped in the house, all alone with him. He'd find her, sooner or later, and when he did . . .

Ryouga grinned, an honest smile. It was so good to be back with Ranma, and being able to play with him, er, her again. Even if their games were much more 'adult' than they'd been when back when they were kids. Back when they'd pretended to be rivals and enemies so Genma would not seperate them. Just like they pretended to hate and ridicule each other now.

Ryouga tucked his hand into the front of his pants and ajusted himself, so the pressure was not quite so tight, and set out to find Yoiko and teach her not to disrespect her big brother. And boy, was he feeling big at the moment.

He didn't look in any specific place, with his sense of direction it would have been useless, he just wondered. He knew that sooner or later, he'd find her, and when he did . . . a slight bit of blood flowed from his nose. Not the massive spurting that used to follow such thoughts, he'd learned not to try and suppress such urges. Now the blood headed for a different part of his body. "Oh Yoiko, where are you, sister? Your brother has a big surprise for you."

"Brother is a pervert," came a voice from behind Ryouga, but when he turned their was no one there.

"Don't be like that," Ryouga coxed. "I've got ice-cream, sister."

"Ice cream?" Came Ranma's Yoiko voice. "What flavor?"

"your favorite flavor. Nice and creamy." As he was talking, Ryouga was trying to pinpoint the direction of Yoiko's voice. His eyes centered on a closet door, and more importantly, on the dust free doorknob. A smirk crossed his face as he tiptoed toward it. "HA! Got you," he cried out, yanking open the door and finding . . .

Ryouga looked up at the wall of objects in front of him. "I guess mom has been cleaning up again," he said in almost a whimper, right before the wall of junk fell on top of him.

Ranma winced as the flood of objects buried Ryouga. But then she grinned. Anyone else and she'd have feared for their life, but Ryouga would crawl out from under with only a few bruises. That's what she liked about him, he was as tough as he was strong.
Ranma was concealed behind the partly open door of Ryouga's bedroom, oposite the closet door. She'd taken the opportunity to change into her Yoiko outfit while Ryouga was looking for her. She'd re-braided her hair into twin pig-tails, and changed into a yellow jumper with black leggings. She'd even gone to the trouble of putting in her fake fangs to complete the look. Practice had made the change quick.

Ranma strolled out of the room, her hands behind her back. She bent over the mound of stuff and asked in a sing-song voice, "Are you ok, big brother?" Getting no answer, she hunched back and sat on her heels while she reached out and poked at one of the few exposed parts of Ryouga's body. poke, poke, poke, poke, poke. each time she poked, the pile of castoffs would shudder, till finally . . .

"Would you stop that!" Ryouga roared, rising from the pile like some avenging spirit.

"Yaaaahhhhhh, big brother is scary!" Ranma cried out, giving Ryouga the slap of a thousand hands before dashing away.

Ryouga rocked backwards from the force of Ranma's strike. He rubbed his face and then smirked down the hallway. "You are so going to get it, Yoiko. Just wait till I catch you."

Ranma/Yoiko's voice floated back. "Ha! No way! Big Brother is too slow to catch me."

Ryouga only smirked. Out in public maybe he'd have roared with rage and set off on a mad charge, but this was in private, no need to act the mad bull, at least not till he caught her. He stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled after Ranma. He would find her, he was confident of that. Either by stumbling across her, or when Ranma got too impatient and gave herself away.

Ranma kept her ears tuned to the maximum. In the dim, rather dusty, Hibiki house, it was the best way to keep track of Ryouga. With her light weight, and by keeping close to the walls to avoid noisy floorboards she could be virtually silent. Ryouga on the other hand just clumped right down the middle of the hall, broadcasting his presence all over the house. In the twisted confines of the Hibiki home it was easy to avoid him.

Ranma was positive that the Hibiki home had been built by Hibikis. It had more halls than necessary, and most rooms had at least two entrances into them. That made keeping away from Ryouga much easier than it would have been in a more conventional home. But, Ranma realized that she could keep it up only so long. Despite the nature of the terrain, Ryouga would corner her eventually. The thought made her breasts swell and her nipples tighten, poking little tents in the front of her shirt.

Playing games with Ryouga had been one of Ranma’s few pleasant memories from her days on the road. They had easily fallen back into their games when they had been reunited. Their act of being rivals had been fun, and then later a very good cover when they discovered that her curse had added whole new levels to there game.

Namely, mind blowing, pussy filling, ass stuffing, mouth watering, fucking. Only when she was a girl, mind you. She wasn’t a pervert. In fact, it was only a form of release for her. No emotional tangles involved. Not like what she’d had with the girls, before she’d discovered what total bitches they were in reality.

Sex offered Ranma a release from her life that was going a long way to keeping her sane, and the crazier it got, the more she needed it. Or so she told herself. Despite her relationship with Ryouga, she was not yet ready to admit that maybe she liked being with him for more than mere stress relieving. Not surprising really. Everyone else in the world lied to her, why not herself.

Ranma suddenly froze as something registered on her. She couldn’t hear Ryouga anymore! Where was he? She strained her ears to the limit, but could not pick up a single sound. Uh oh, Ranma thought to herself, a wet warm feeling growing between her legs. Ryouga was being clever. That wasn’t fair. That was her job. He was suppose to just blunder around till she let him catch her. What was he up to?

If Ranma had been a cat, her ears would have been twitching as she slid sideway down the hall, her back to the wall. She peeked around the corner. The hall was empty except for the ton of junk that had fallen out of the closet a few minutes before when Ryouga had opened it looking for her. She looked behind her. Nothing. She turned the corner and started to sidle around the junk. She paused. Wait a second, she thought. A smirk appeared on her face. She’d just hide in the empty closet. Ryouga would see the junk, know he’d been this way before, and never think of looking inside. Smirking, Ranma opened the closet door, as her mind suddenly shrieked out, WHY IS IT CLOSED! At the same time their was a clatter of noise, as if something had risen up out of the pile of junk behind her.

“EEP!” Ranma squeaked as a large hand suddenly took hold of the back of her neck. “Ummm, hi big brother!” she said in a nervous attempt at the cute voice.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Yoiko!” Ryouga growled in a stern voice. “You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”

“Oh no, please big brother. I didn’t mean it. I don’t really think you’re an old stuck in the mud, fun killing baca, really.”

Ryouga’s eye’s twitched. ‘Oh, you are so going to get it,” he growled as he used his hand to frog march her down the hall.

Despite appearances, Ryouga was not actually directing Ranma/Yoiko. Rather, she was acting as a sort of seeing eye girl, guiding him to the playroom. Otherwise they’d spend the rest of the day wondering the twisted halls instead of getting down to some seriously twisted sex. Soon they came to a door that stood out from the rest of the ones in the house as it was brand new, and had a sign on it that said, Ryouga’s room, carved into a small wooden pig. Having found the right place, Ryouga tightened his grip on Yoiko’s neck, and reached past her to open the door.

When the door opened, instead of a bedroom, a set of steps were revealed.

Some time before, needing a private place where they could hide from the world, Ryouga and Ranma had cleaned up the basement and turned it into their own private fortress of solitude. At first it had simply contained some old furniture, a comfy couch, a few overstuffed chairs, left overs and scrounged discards. Ryouga and Ranma would retreat from the world and simply be comfortable togther, talking about their peeves and fears.

It was during one of these talks, lubricated with some liberated sake, that Ryouga had confessed his despair at ever finding a girl who would give him the time of day, who could put up with his curses. Ranma, a girl at the time, had blurted out that any ‘real’ girl would be happy to have a sweet guy like Ryouga.

Ryouga had denied it, Ranma had insisted and several bottles of booze and hours later, she’d woken tangled in his arms, her cunt aching with the loss of her virginity. Her first inclination was to pound the shit out of him, but looking at his slack, drooling, face, a warm glow had filled her chest, and instead of pushing his face in, she’d nestled down into his arms and let herself fall asleep, finding strange comfort in his presence.

Despite a life that had been hell, Ranma had not been ready to abandon her masculinity. But, on the other hand, having experienced sex with Ryouga, she found she was reluctant to never do it again. If she’d been a natural girl, she could have simply behaved like most other teenage girls with a first love, and fucked his brains out whenever she got a chance. Being what she was, she needed to have a non-romantic excuse to engage in hot monkey sex with Ryouga. Falling back on their child-hood she’d goaded and coaxed Ryouga into playing make believe with her. At first embarrassed at acting so immature, Ryouga had quickly become a willing partner once he realized that the games all ended up with him getting to stick his cock somewhere in her nubile body. Unable to indulge anywhere they might be discovered, they’d turned the basement into their own private love hotel, complete with theme areas.

One corner contained a cracked black board with a broken student and teacher desk. Student Ranma had been bent over that small shaky desk more than once, and Teacher Ryouga had found Student Ranma in the well of his desk on other occasion.

Another corner contained some gym equipment. A horse, a set of rings, wrestling mats, skipping ropes, and other things that had been put to uses that they had never been intended, at least not outside of hentai Manga. Coach Ryouga had enjoyed training gymnastic Ranma there.

But, it was not to either of these sections that Ryouga directed Ranma. Instead it was to the other half of the room. The big comfy couch and chairs were there, but also a bedroom set. Unlike the other sections which where threadbare, and no more than props, this one was fully functional. Ranma had found a certain comfort into slipping into the Yoiko character, and pretending that she and Ryouga really were brother and sister. Sometimes there wasn’t even any sex, just the fantasy of having a family that cared for her as a person, and not as breeding stock. Many a night Ryouga had tucked his little sister into bed after a particularly harrowing day, and curled up on the couch to be there if she should wake in the night and need someone to hold her till the dreams faded.

This was not going to be one of those nights. Ranma was feeling happy and frisky, and had no intention of sleeping in her bed alone. Of course, she also was not about to simply jump Ryouga’s bones either. The forms had to be followed.

“Let me go!” She yelled. “You’re going to make me late for my date!”

“Get this straight. You are not going anywhere near, Mikado,” Ryouga growled. “You can yell all you want, but I’m not going to let that guy make a trophy out of my little sister.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. He loves me.”

“All he loves is a chance to get into your panties.”

“Why would he want to do that? That’s so stupid. They wouldn’t even fit him.”

That remark stalled Ryouga for a second. He’d gotten a lot better at role-playing, and could usually play his character with no feeling of self-consciousness. But this he had to think about. Obviously Ranma had decided that all the other times they’d played these roles had never happened and she was now an innocent virgin who had no idea of what guys wanted from girls. Or she was trying to make him think that. He mused for a second, deciding which path to take. Finally he spoke. “I don’t believe you!” Ryouga growled. “You can’t not know what he’s after. You’re just trying to fool me.”

Ranma/Yoiko looked up at Ryouga with big wide eyes. “I’d never lie to you, big Brother. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Is that why you’re not wearing a bra?” Ryouga snapped. He reached out and used a finger to flick one of Ranma’s erect nipples through her top.

“Ouch, stop that, big brother,” Ranma cried out, cupping her breasts with her hands.

“You can’t fool me. I bet you’ve already shamed our family name by doing it with Mikado.”

“No I haven’t.”

“What about those pictures in your dresser?” Ryouga snarled.

It was Ranma’s turn to blink, but she recovered quickly. “Big brother, how dare you go through my things.”

“It’s a good thing I did, or I’d never have known what a little slut you were. How dare you do such things with Mikado. You need to be taught a lesson.” Ryouga sat down on the bed and pulled Yoiko over his lap.

“Big brother! What are you doing!?” she cried out in shock, with a heavy dose of anticipation in her voice. Ranma had already been moist between the legs due to anticipation. Now she could feel liquid trickle down her thighs as her body reacted to a situation that had led to some of the hottest sex ever. The first time Ryouga had spanked her she’d been shocked to discover how fucking hot it made her. And as for Ryouga. She’d barely been able to walk and had ended up soaking in the furo for a good half-hour to ease the strained muscles, inside and out.

Ryouga paused a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Ranma, or Yoiko, had a spectacular ass. The tight black tights she was wearing under her short skirt only served to emphasis its lovely perfect shape. He flipped up her skirt so it was bunched around her waist and rubbed her butt. “You’re not wearing panties either!’ he growled.

“Don’t, big brother. I’ll be good!” Yoiko cried out.

“you promise to never see Mikado again?”

There was a moment of silence, and then her fingers crossed as she said. “I promise.” It might have been more effective a ruse if she’d not had her hands behind her, trying to cover her ass.

“You little liar. I can’t trust you. So, I guess I’m going to have to teach you to obey your big brother. Ryouga hooked his fingers into the top of Yoiko’s tights and started to pull them down.

Yoiko grabbed the top of the tights herself, fighting to keep them up. “Don’t be a pervert, Big Brother!” she cried out. “No! Don’t!” she said as Ryouga took hold of her hands and tied her wrists together, lightly. He then skinned her tights down just far enough to reveal her tanned and muscular ass. The Hibiki backyard was as filled with junk as the house, but it had a high fence and plenty of privacy for nude sunbathing. Or for being pegged out spreadeagled during a game of savage and victim. Both factors had contributed to her lack of tan lines. And the discovery that suntan oil made a great lubricant.

“I bet you never said no to Mikado when he touched this!” Ryouga snarled in his best tone of indignation, running his hands over her rear, kneading and pressing the firm flesh. Yoiko squirmed on his lap, which did wonderful things to Ryouga’s cock. If it had not already been steel hard it would have become so in seconds from that sort of activity.

“Stop, big brother, that belongs to Mikado,” Yoiko panted.

“No!” Ryouga said firmly, giving her ass a swat. “It belongs to your family.” He swatted the other cheek. His strokes were soft, more pats than swats, but he continued to alternate from one cheek to the other at a steady rhythm while Yoiko squirmed and protested. He ignored the protests, but the squirming was threatening to make him come in his pants. Something Yoiko would be most annoyed at if it happened. He pressed his spanking hand down on her ass, holding her firmly in place to give himself a chance to back off from blowing his wad into his tighty whities. The palm of his hand was resting on Yoiko’s lightly reddened ass, while his thick fingers inched between her cheeks.

Yoiko was breathing in short sharp breaths as Ryouga’s fingers slipped down and touched her between the legs. The soft spanking had gotten her imagination going, and that in turn had really turned on the tap for her juices. She was dripping with desire when his fingers finally reached her twat and tickled her outer labia. “Ah,” she gasped as the blood engorged area parted like the gates to a vault to let Ryouga at the treasure within. “Ohhhh,” she cried out as a finger penetrated her, slowly working in and out. “Big Brother!” she cried out. She did not have to fake the shaky sound of her voice as his big finger penetrated her.

“Does Mikado own this!” Ryouga said, pulling his finger out and massaging her ass with his hand.

“No, only you big brother,” Yoiko gasped. She humped against his leg as much as his restricting hand would let her. “Touch me again!” she pleaded.

“If you do something for me first,” Ryouga said. His voice was sounding a bit strained as well.

“Anything, Ryouga,” Ranma cried out, falling out of character for a second. She moaned in protest as Ryouga eased her off his legs and she slipped bonelessly to her knees with her head resting against him. He parted his legs and encouraged her to move between them till her face was inches away from his groin then closing his legs. Pining her in place with his powerful muscles, he undid the ties to his pants and let his cock spring free, almost hitting Yoiko in the nose. For a second she leaned in, her mouth salivating, but remembered to fall back into character at the last moment. “Big brother!” she cried out. “What are you doing?”

“Suck it!” Ryouga ordered, taking hold of Yoiko’s twin pig-tails and pulling her head forward.

“No, no, nglumpf!” Yoiko protested right up to the point where her voice was cut off by the head of Ryouga’s cock jamming into her mouth. The familiar taste and smell of him filled her senses. Her tongue knew every bump and ridge, and just where to tickle him. She could hear, and feel through her head pressed against his belly, his fast gasping breathing. As always, it increased her own pleasure to hear him reacting to her, wanting her. His hands, which had been resting gently on her head began pressing, and she knew that he was close. She tightened her mouth around his shaft and sucked hard as she bobbed her head rapidly. Ryouga gasped, and she felt him swell in her mouth, just before he shot a large load of creamy sperm into her sucking oral cavity. She swallowed, and swallowed again. A slick glistening layer appeared on Ryouga’s cock where it was slipping in and out of her mouth.

Yoiko continued to suck her big brother till she felt him starting to go limp, at which point she reluctantly let him slip free of her lips and looked up at him with big wide eyes. “Did you like that big brother?”

Ryouga picked her up and gave her a kiss, ignoring the residue of his lust that still decorated her lips. The two were lost in their own little world and did not hear the clatter of a displaced dish, or the sudden gasp of fear that followed right behind.
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