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Abstinence Education	By : MadameManga Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal Views: 11959 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Squick warnings: Sex in various forms, including quasi-incestuous themes and a 16-year-old female paired with an adult male. Violence will eventually rear its head as well; hey, you have to separate at least one body part from its owner in any BotI story.

Abstinence Education

by Madame Manga
Part Four

�This feels�weird,� muttered Rin.
In a little nook between the arching roots of three huge pines she had found a cozy nest padded with fallen needles. It was quiet and secure, hidden from the eyes of any passersby unless they happened to come quite close. Here she had spread out a quilt. The harigata she had bought that morning was a slim, smooth one, especially picked out for her by the solicitious shop proprietor, and she had been assured that it would fit her bobo very well.
After she warmed it in her hands and applied a little oil as instructed, it did slide comfortably into her virgin cleft. But the feeling of penetration wasn�t quite what she had expected, and certainly not much like the dreams she had been having lately. After all, though they were vague and cloudy on physical details, they invariably included Manji, and Manji was nowhere around at the moment.
Maybe if she thought of Manji? Imagined it was he who touched her? But she had no frame of reference for her fantasies, nothing to relate this odd feeling of fullness to the feeling of being near him. She could think of kissing him, but if this instrument inside her had been his henoko, he would have had to be lying right on top of her, and he would have been warm and heavy, and he would have smelled like himself�
Rin�s breathing accelerated. Imitating one of the pictures she had studied, she stroked the top of her cleft with one hand and moved the harigata in and out with the other. That felt nicer. Still, her sensations showed little sign of building to a peak. Reaching the sexual crisis wasn�t always easy for young girls, the shop proprietor had cautioned her. It might take some practice before she could manage. After a few minutes of play Rin slowed her movements and finally withdrew the harigata from herself. She cleaned it and stowed it in its nicely carved wooden box. After re-arranging her clothing she sat with her arms folded on her drawn-up knees and pondered.
Maybe sex was just over-rated. Did women actually need it the way men seemed to? Even a man could apparently set it aside for more important things, the way Manji had.
He wasn�t really interested in her as a woman; he truly did see himself as her big brother and was determined to keep it that way. He�d sternly warned her not to pursue a man, nor take anything a man did or said under the influence of sex as evidence of real affection, and he ought to know. So perhaps she should forget the whole thing for now.
Yes, that was best. Why go to all this trouble for something that caused a lot of trouble on its own?
Rin nodded, glad to have made a clear and mature decision, and folded up the quilt to take it back to the hut. The harigata she tucked deep in the straw mattress.
It stayed hidden for no more than a day and a half. Although by itself it wasn�t such an attractive object, her longings hadn�t changed with a little bodily stimulation. The idea of Manji doing that thing to her provoked entire complicated trains of thought, and she found herself sneaking peeks at the shunpon whenever she could.
Lots of flowing juices, huge veined organs, ample pink bobos on every page like so much artfully arranged sashimi. She could see by comparison with the illustrations that her body was perfectly well developed, for although her breasts were rather small, she had dark hair on her pubis and under her arms. She�d been menstruating for nearly three years and knew how to deal with it without fuss. That meant she was a woman and certainly marriageable. Possibly if her parents had still been alive, she would already have left their house to enter her husband�s.
Of course she couldn�t consider Manji as a husband, and not even in fantasy did she dwell on that idea. But she had read romances about beautiful court ladies receiving tokens from handsome lovers and making stealthy rendezvous in moonlit gardens as they composed spontaneous poetry inspired by their high-flown passions. That didn�t fit Manji at all�he was the direct opposite of a gallant swain and she never expected to hear him recite poetry as long as he lived, but the remembered descriptions of stolen assignations, rumpled bedclothes and amorously tangled hair struck a new chord within her. Over and over she found herself gazing dreamily into space or at the back of Manji�s head, imagining him taking her into his arms again.
Ladies in romances always sat and sighed for the man to make a move, of course. But she might wait a very long time for any move from Manji, so her fantasies gradually mutated from passive dalliances to definite actions. She might surprise him by turning around in his arms when he stood behind her to direct her sword, or by giving him passionate glances and fluttering her eyelashes when they sat next to each other at meals, or by letting her bed robe slip off one white shoulder when she lay down opposite him�
�Hey!� said Manji in a peevish tone and spat out a fish bone. He took another large bite of broiled mudfish and chewed with his mouth open. Rin startled back to the present moment and attended to her own lunch. �You got a question about something, or what? Don�t stare right through me that way�yer givin� me the creeps.�
�Oh�sorry.� She gave him a mysterious little smile and finished eating. �What are we doing this afternoon?�
�I dunno�it�s already too hot for training in this damn sun.� He licked his fingers and tossed away the stick that had impaled the unfortunate fish over the coals. �Gonna get hotter, too�some fall season this is. Wonder when the weather�s gonna change.�
�Then I guess we could do things indoors�� Rin began that sentence with largely innocent intentions, but her words trailed away. That only underscored their suggestiveness; Manji�s posture tensed. He got to his feet and stalked off without a word. In a few moments she heard the heavy sounds of an axe chopping wood. Rin decided to go for a walk in the forest by herself.
When she got back, carrying a little bouquet she had picked in the shady dells, Manji was nowhere to be seen. Usually he would have been napping under the shade of the porch at this time of day, but apparently he had gone on an errand. Rin found an old teacup and put her flowers in water. She had no materials for proper ikebana, but the little arrangement gave a pretty touch to the raw interior of the hut. They had hardly ever stayed here long enough for her to think about making it into a more comfortable home. Maybe she could put a hanging or two on the walls and mats on the packed dirt floor. Manji shouldn�t object to a few simple items of furniture.
While tidying their beds she frowned at the heaps of straw, which were collecting dust and starting to disintegrate into small scratchy bits. Nothing to be done about that right now, but once they had tatami, she might be able to get some proper futons, and then�
Her hand bumped against the hidden box of the harigata. Rin drew it out and peeked inside. Maybe that had been the problem�that she had done it out in the forest rather than in this familiar room. She glanced over at Manji�s pile of straw and his folded quilt on top, then moved over to it with the harigata still in her hand. Yes, his quilt smelled like him: a little sweaty and musky, but not at all unpleasant. Rin half-unfolded the quilt and lay on it, taking deep breaths. She smiled and untied her obi.
This time her arousal was stronger, the images of Manji that she could conjure much more potent. She lay on her back and closed her eyes, whispering to her unseen lover. In her imagination he was silent, lying over her with his hands stroking her body while his henoko moved slowly in and out. She encouraged him with delicate sighs and coyly invited him to touch her anywhere he wanted. Her own hands weren�t a very good substitute for Manji�s hard sword-calloused paws, but when she heard a sound right outside the hut she was deep in a dreamy fantasy of his caresses.
Rin�s eyes flew open. Just as she withdrew the harigata from herself, the blanket that covered the door of the hut was swept aside. A broad shaft of sunlight fell full on her exposed body and Manji stepped inside with a large bundle of fresh straw. Against the bright outdoor glare he was only a silhouette, but she saw his stance suddenly change and his head snap around. He dropped the straw and jerked upright so that he looked straight at her in the light; the next instant the blanket fell back into place and the hut darkened again.
�Oh, crap. Sorry.� Manji spun around and made for the door.
�M-Manji�it�s all right.� She sat up and yanked the quilt over herself. �I was just stopping anyway. Um��
His shoulders heaved and he rested his hand on the top of the door. �That working OK for you?�
�I don�t know. I think I�m just not experienced enough. I really don�t have any idea what to do to, um, make myself go all the way there.� She saw his jaw muscles clench and bulge from behind, but he said nothing. �I was wondering�if maybe you could help me.�
�Help�you?� He slightly turned his head and immediately jerked it back.
�Tell me what a man would do to help a woman enjoy herself. I see some things in that book, but the explanations aren�t very specific.�
�Uh�that so?�
�Oh, there�s pictures where the man has his hand on the woman�s bobo, and he�s doing something with his fingers, and then there was one where he was kissing her there�I was wondering if that was real. You said the pictures sometimes exaggerate.�
�No�not an exaggeration.� He wiped a shaking hand over his averted face as if it were sweating. �Rin�uh�maybe I�m not the one to ask about this stuff.�
Her heart sank at the tension in his voice�that sounded like irritation so extreme he was actually making an effort to hold it in check. �I�I�m sorry, big brother. But, Manji, who else could I ask?�
He gave a strangled chuckle. �Yeah, got a point.�
�Do you not want to talk about it any more?�
�Little sister�it�s not a question of not wanting to.� He swiveled to look at her. Rin�s eyes dilated; Manji was flushed, his nostrils flaring and his lips compressed. �You talk like the innocent kid you are, you ask me your little questions about how men please women, and it�s taking just about everything I got not to come straight over there and show you exactly what you want to know. And then some.�
��Oh.�
�Now if you don�t mind, I gotta take care of some business. I�ll be back in ten or fifteen.� Manji ducked through the door and vanished.
He wanted to show her things? Rin�s eyes went as wide as they could go. Itching with curiosity, she quickly dressed and followed Manji as quietly as she could, keeping some distance behind. She found him right away; he was just inside the edge of the forest with his back to a tree, his kosode yanked open below the waist and his hand inside his fundoshi. Rin slipped behind another tree and peeked out through the lower branches.
�God�Rin�� she heard him groan. �You�re drivin� me batshit, girl�� He pulled out his henoko and squeezed it, then began to yank and jerk it so roughly she wondered if he would hurt himself. He said nothing more that made sense, but moaned and yelled with his hand ramming up and down his shaft. Was he coming to the crisis so quickly? Rin put her hand to her mouth and watched, mesmerized. He was right, the pictures were exaggerations, but his organ grew bigger and redder until she was sure it would burst.
Suddenly, it seemed to do just that. She saw liquid spurt from the tip as Manji gave his loudest yell yet and collapsed against the tree. But it wasn�t pain. He braced his legs and stayed upright, panting as if he had been running for many ri. His face didn�t show much pleasure, though his expression looked slightly less tense than it had been. Eye tightly shut, he smiled a little as if chiding himself and muttered something. Rin strained to hear.
�Little sister�your big brother would like to teach you a hell of a lot. And he�s probably going to end up doing it no matter how well he knows he shouldn�t.� He grimaced at his now-limp organ, concealed it in his fundoshi again and wiped his hands. �Yep, that�s doin� the thinking for both of us right now. Watch out, darlin�; this is the deadliest weapon I�ve got hiding in here.�
He straightened and began to pull his clothing back together, but Rin was already running back to the hut, suddenly breathless with fear.

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