Interruption to a Bath

I do not own Love Hina or any of its characters. I am not earning any money or compensation from this work.

"How is it, Kei-kun? Not too tight?"

Kanako asked, finishing the knot that bound Keitaro's last free limb, his left leg, to the corresponding bedpost. As he lied there, trying to get comfortable in his almost immovable state, Keitaro found himself amused by just how many things were going on now that would've been unthinkable just a few weeks earlier.

First, of course, was the matter of Kanako calling him by name. She had gone with 'Kei-chan,' 'Kei-san,' plain old 'Keitaro,' and the various versions thereof, but the non-commital 'Kei-kun' had stuck for now. Well, it didn't really matter what it was she called him. What he cared was what she DIDN'T call him, which was 'onii-chan.' He had decided soon after starting to go out with her that that would have to be dropped, at least when they were alone. He didn't want a constant reminder of just why he had been resistant to this relationship in the first place. Kanako was quick to complain at first, but having to change her vocabulary slightly was a small price to pay for finally getting to be with her love.

The second rather unusual thing was the fact that he was lying on a bed. Of course, the Hinata Inn did not have beds, so being in one probably meant that he had traveled somewhere. But that was not the case; they were both only about 30 minutes' walk away from their home on top of the hill.

To be honest, he hadn't planned on being in bed (literally or otherwise) by 4 in the afternoon when he went out that morning with Kanako. This was one of the last free days he had before class was to start at Tokyo University again - he had decided to enroll for at least another semester while waiting for Seta's next crazy trip - so he thought it'd be nice to spend the day with her. It had started out innocently enough, a stroll in the park, lunch, a matinée screening, but, well, none of these seemed to satisfy Kanako. Really, he thought, she has a one-track mind. It might actually be a little unhealthy. Not that he was complaining.

And so, due to Kanako's begging, they had rented out this room at a local love hotel, just for a few hours. Going back to the Inn was not an option for a couple of reasons. First, there were people there, and much to Kanako's disappointment, Keitaro still preferred to keep their relationship a secret. The second reason could be attributed to Kanako, who didn't have the patience to wait that long. In fact, Keitaro would've preferred to shop around a bit and find a cheaper place, but Kanako's stubbornness had led them to this first one they had walked into. Heck, he thought, there's even a room service menu on the dresser and a working TV remote. And what kind of hotel uses beds with bedposts?

Speaking of which, the third bizarrel thing, of course, was the fact that he was tied to the bed by strands of rope, each of his limbs to one bedpost. Needless to say, this had not been his idea. He had observed how skillful Kanako was in tying people up in the past, so it didn't come as that much of a surprise to him when she expressed interest in doing it to him during sex. He wasn't against the idea - it actually excited him somewhat - but there was something about Kanako and ropes and putting them together that made him scared. Well, he trusted her, for the most part, but she seemed to be the type of person who could get just a little too into it.

So he had put it off, refusing and refusing, until now, when she had just snapped it onto him while they were holding each other in bed. One moment they were both topless on the bed, his right arm around her back, trying to unclasp her bra, the next, it was stretched out next to his head, connected securely to the bedpost. Both his arms were out of his control by the time he realized what was going on.

He kicked and complained a little, but, again, he wasn't completely resistant to the idea, and doing it in a hotel room like this where no one could walk in and create an embarrassing situation seemed like the best option. So it was with few misgivings that he let Kanako strip off his pants and boxers before tying his feet to the bottom bedposts.

"Yeah, it's fine. Although, I still don't quite understand why you're so into this. I like it better when I can touch you as I wish..."

"It's a psychological thing."

"I don't quite get it, but I guess I'll humor you..."

"Well, if you want to spice things up, let's add some roleplaying! You know how much I like to play dress up! I know! How about I play a young girl hopelessly in love with her older brother, and you play the loving but still reluctant older brother?"

Kanako said, sidling up her body next to Keitaro's after finishing off the knot at his right foot.

"Wait a minute, Kanako, what part of that is fantasy?! That's just exactly what's going on here!"

"How mean, onii-chan. Didn't you tell me all those days ago that you accepted my feelings?"

Kanako held his cheeks tenderly and looked at him with wavering eyes. Seeing this, Keitaro couldn't help but blush and go silent. He really was weak against her when she made that face.

"Well, if you don't want to, I understand, Kei-kun. I guess you must find that boring by now. Here, give me a sec, I'll surprise you with something."

With movement as quick as when she had first bound his hands, Kanako covered Keitaro's eyes with a blindfold. As his world became shrouded in darkness, Keitaro wondered once again just where she had been keeping that item the entire time.

"Wait, Kanako, what do you think you're..."

"If you see what I'm going to change into, it'll ruin the surprise. Don't worry, Kei-kun, it won't be long."

With that, Keitaro felt Kanako get up off him and the bed. When he heard a door opening and closing, he had to, once again, ask what was going on.

"Don't worry, I'm just using the bathroom. I'll be out in a second."

Kanako's muffled voice came through the bathroom door. Unable to do anything, Keitaro waited, mentally surrendering himself to Kanako, having realized that nothing he could say or do would stop her from doing whatever she wanted. Giving up like this made him feel somehow very calm, and he found excitement replacing nervousness and dread while he waited to see what Kanako was going to come up with.

It was at about minute 10 that he started to get worried. When Kanako didn't respond to his inquiries at this point, all the excitement that had been building up dissipated in a flash. Lying tied up, blindfolded, and naked in a hotel bed was all fine and good until you figured out that your only contact was suddenly cut off. Feeling his blood run cold and his heartbeat quicken, Keitaro tried not to panic. He found this harder and harder to do as his constant shouts of Kanako's name continued to go unanswered.

And so a great relief came when he heard the sound of the door opening once again.

"Kanako!?"

Almost ecstatically, Keitaro yelled in the direction of the noise. If she had purposefully been ignoring him to put a scare into him, he was going to get very angry. But regardless, he was glad that he was no longer alone.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not Kanako."

If not for the bindings, Keitaro would have jumped out of the bed and probably hit the ceiling. Then he would have covered up his body, apologizing furiously. Maybe he would have tripped while trying to put his clothes back on too quickly. Alas, none of these things could happen, and his nude self was plainly visible to the intruder.

"Aunt Haruka!?"

A smack on his forehead told him that his guess had been correct. When his blindfold was taken off, the blurred face that he saw through his glassesless eyes confirmed it.

"Well, well, it seems like you two have been getting along quite well. I was thinking that you were spending a lot of time with her lately, but I never would have guessed..."

"Wha-? Um, what are you doing here!?"

Keitaro felt his face getting hot. Was it from being caught with Kanako after trying so hard to keep it a secret? Or maybe it was because he was caught in such a compromising, embarrassing position, leaving him completely helpless. Or even still, it could have been something as simple as having his body seen naked by a member of the opposite sex, especially someone he knew and was awkward around. Whatever the reason was, Keitaro knew that he was in an unenviable position.

"Well, I was out shopping, and I happened to see you two. I was going to say hi, but when I saw you entering this hotel... well, I couldn't help but follow and find out what was going on. So, you two are into this kind of stuff, huh?"

"Er, no, that's, it was all Kanako's idea, I just, um, that is..."

"Where is she, anyway?"

Haruka replied, as cool as ever. Keitaro had noticed her eyes wandering to the lower half of his body, causing a smirk to be drawn across her face and a reddening in his, but at her latest words, he felt his focus and consciousness return and overshadow the embarrassment.

"Oh, that's right! She went into the bathroom a while ago and hasn't answered me since. Could you check on her?"

"I can do that, but what about you? You're not exactly in a great position yourself. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to stay like this for Kanako..."

Keitaro started to get flustered again, especially at his idiocy of not asking to be untied immediately, but he was partially relieved to see that Haruka was indeed going into the bathroom to check on Kanako.

"Huh. I wonder what happened. Maybe she fell and hit her head or something."

"What!? Is she alright? She's unconscious!?"

Keitaro's panicked, almost upset voice contrasted with Haruka's, which was still completely calm and collected..

"Yeah, she's fallen down on the floor. Out cold."

"Poor thing," Haruka added as she emerged from the bathroom.

"Aunt Haruka, untie me! Let me see!"

"Hmph, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"

Haruka said, walking back over to the bedside.

"You're worrying about that now? Kanako could be..."

Keitaro was abruptly shut up when Haruka put her index finger to his lips. He looked back up at her in confusion while she moved around the bed and placed her upper body atop it, between his legs.

"Aunt Haruka?"

"Shhhh... you might wake her up. That would ruin a great opportunity..."

When she began running her hands up his helpless thighs, Keitaro knew for certain that they were not on the same wavelength.

"What do you think you're doing, Aunt Haruka!?"

Ignoring him, Haruka wrapped her right hand around Keitaro's dick. It was limp and even smaller than usual, the former panic and the embarrassment from being seen having caused it to shrink quite a bit. He flinched at the feeling of her warm hand, and he could only watch helplessly as Haruka gently stroked his penis, causing it to slowly begin to swell.

"Oh? Looks like this part of you understands what I'm doing. See?"

"No, that can't be helped... Stop playing around, Aunt Haruka! Kanako is... and we're related!"

"That didn't seem to stop you from doing your sister?"

Keitaro's penis continued to expand from Haruka's ministrations until it was pointing upwards, strong enough to support its own weight, although not quite rigid. Encouraged from seeing this, Haruka moved her hand a little faster and lowered her head in order to lick around the tip, causing Keitaro to let out a sudden moan.

"Ah! Th-that's different! She's not my real sister... You're really my..."

"Aunt?"

Haruka abruptly raised her head and interrupted him.

"No I'm not. I'm not your aunt at all. Just like Kanako, I'm adopted. You know that, Keitaro."

Haruka lowered her head again, this time rubbing her cheek against the underside and sides of his penis while her fingers still moved around the base.

"Th-that's just splitting hairs!"

Keitaro found it harder and harder to think and to speak clearly. He was reminded of that first time with Kanako, when he had been in a similar situation. Except, with him tied up and with someone like Haruka leading the way, this could be considered many times worse. And given how that situation in the bath turned out, it looked like there was no hope for him.

"Is it? I wish you'd think about that a little more. Yes, I'm your cousin, Keitaro. Your mother's sister's daughter. I'm in the same generation as you. But you still insist on calling me 'auntie' as if I'm some old lady."

Keitaro was slightly taken aback. Through his hazy mind, he somehow realized that Haruka had said something quite serious. All this time, had he hurt her whenever he called her as he did? It had just been something he had been used to, something he never really thought about. But if what she said was true...

Keitaro had a chance to look at his older cousin in the eyes when she stood back up, releasing his organ from her clutches.

"Ha...Haruka-san, I'm sorry if I offended you by calling you that. I never meant any harm in it... I won't... I promise I won't call you that from now on."

"Thank you, Keitaro. That means a lot to me. I really appreciate it."

For a few long seconds, she smiled down at him. As Keitaro, trying to catch his breath, looked up at her, it occurred to him that her expression looked different from the cynical bored look that always dominated her face. For some reason, it made him want to smile back.

"Don't think you're getting out of this with just an apology, though!"

Haruka quickly lowered her body again, this time pushing her upper body against Keitaro's crotch. By the time Keitaro looked down to see his penis hidden by Haruka's black tee-shirt, he could already feel her full breasts smothering and surrounding it under the cloth.

"Ha-Haruka-san! Please...!"

He struggled to find his words, his mind having gone blank. Haruka's breasts were warm and unbelievably soft, but they still somehow squeezed him as tightly as anything he had felt before. When Haruka began moving them up and down, Keitaro could feel the rough cloth of her bra scratching the topside of his penis, as well as the slightly softer cloth of her tee-shirt rubbing the head.

"Looks like you're enjoying this! Keitaro, I can feel you getting even harder and bigger!"

Even with his vision blurred, Haruka's satisfied smile seemed to penetrate through him, and Keitaro could do nothing to defend himself but close his eyes. The pleasure was starting to build up quickly now, and he knew that nothing he could do could get him out of this mess cleanly. He felt Haruka's rapid heartbeat through her chest, and it seemed to him to match the equally quick throbbing of his penis.

"Haruka-san, don't! I'm gonna...!"

"Gonna come? Go ahead, Keitaro. Whenever you want to..."

Haruka's smirk returned as she grabbed her breasts through her tee-shirt to move them even faster. They felt so hot, so pleasant, better than he had ever imagined. Which, now that he thought about it, was indeed something he had fantasized about before. It suddenly occurred to him that this must not be the first time she was doing something like this for a man. She was, after all, a much older and experienced woman than Kanako or any of the girls he lived with. It really was no wonder why she was so good at this and why he had gone from completely flaccid to on the verge of coming so quickly.

"Ha-Haruka-san! Aunt Haruka! Auntie!"

Keitaro pulled and fought against his bindings as his release overtook him. As they came out, the gobs of his semen struck the inside of Haruka's tee-shirt before much of it fell back to his glans, leaving it wet and sticky. For her part, Haruka stopped moving her breasts and squeezed them together tightly, nearly overwhelming him with their warm and soft caress as the shockwaves of his orgasm went through him.

"Mm, well, well."

By the time Keitaro regained enough composure to look back at Haruka, she had already taken off her tee-shirt and was cleaning herself off. The sticky white liquid covered much of her collarbones and her cleavage, where the tip of his now softened penis still remained. Keitaro tried to catch his breath while watching her wipe away his semen from herself and her white, surprisingly plain bra, only to lick her fingers clean and repeat the process.

"Haha, wow, Keitaro, this is quite a bit. Was today the first time for you two in a while? Is today some special day or something?"

"What? No, We've been doing it a few times a day for a couple weeks now..."

Keitaro answered involuntarily, before his mind finally started clicking again. He blushed when he realized what a private thing he had just revealed. Or maybe it was from the realization of what had just happened, what his cousin had just done to him.

"I mean, what, what have you done! Why did you do this, Haruka-san!? Please, let me go! I need to see Kanako... oh god, Kanako, I hope she's alright... y, you! Why! Why did you do this! What if she doesn't.. Why, why, Haruka-san!?"

Haruka had backed off from his groin now and was kneeling on the bed, looking down at him and smiling as Keitaro rambled. When she had decided that she had heard enough, she hopped her body on top of his and took his lips with hers.

The action momentarily reminded Keitaro of Kanako's similar action a little earlier when she had first tied him up. But that thought was quickly replaced with nothing as he stared wide eyed into Haruka's face, just a few hairs in front of his as they kissed. Her eyes were closed, making her look content, and her aroma was strangely poignant and surprisingly pleasant. In fact, it was almost nostalgic, bringing him back memories of when she used to play with him as a child whenever he chanced to visit her.

"Mmmm! Mmm!"

The kiss started to last a little too long for comfort, causing Keitaro to fight back, but in vain. He despaired as Haruka forced her tongue into his mouth, slipping across the inside of his lips and attacking his teeth. When the enamel wall refused entrance to the intruder, she forcibly squeezed his cheeks with her hand, causing his jaw to drop and let her in. Her tongue proceeded to probe every nook and cranny of his mouth, although it did spend most of its time swirling around its counterpart which he tried to keep as still as possible. Despite his best efforts, Keitaro couldn't help but think what a great kisser she was, and it again occured to him that she must have done this for many other men before him. He was actually starting to enjoy himself a bit when Haruka finally backed off, leaving a thin strand of saliva between their lips, which quickly broke off and splattered against his chin.

"..."

Keitaro was speechless. His heart was beating even faster than when he had come, although this was from nervousness and confusion, not sexual excitement. He just stared blankly up at Haruka who smiled down at him while licking around her lips for some his and her saliva that spilled out during their kiss.

"Haruka-san... why..."

Keitaro once again posed that question to her, but this time completely feebly, in a whisper that was barely audible. In response, Haruka lowered her head to his again, but when Keitaro turned his head to avoid another kiss, she just pushed her right cheek up against his and spoke softly into his ear.

"Isn't it obvious? It's because I like you, Keitaro."

Haruka backed off and looked seriously into his wide eyes.

"Maybe you think it's sick; after all, I'm your cousin, and I'm so much older than you. And you always thought of me as an aunt. But I can't help my feelings."

Keitaro continued to stare back at her for a few seconds, blushing from hearing the confession.

"Umm, well..."

Keitaro struggled to find the right words to respond with. He looked off to the side uncomfortably.

"Even if you say that, you shouldn't have done that. I... I love Kanako, and I don't have the same feelings for you, Haruka-san. I, I mean, don't get me wrong, I still love you, but not... not like this. Please, untie me. I want to check on Kanako."

Keitaro couldn't look her in the eyes for even one syllable of his speech. He wondered if he could ever look her in the eyes again. But when he didn't receive any response for too long, he instinctively turned his eyes to her face. When he saw her with a dumb grin that stretched from ear to ear, he was more confused than he had been at any other point during the day. This was not a petty accomplishment.

"So, it looks like you're going to play hard to get. That's fine. It'll be more fun that way."

Seeing Haruka start to kick off her blue jeans, Keitaro panicked again, realizing that his words had done nothing to help his cause.

"Wha-! N, no! Haruka-san, what do you think... You've had your fun, so please, stop!"

"I've had my fun? Tsk, tsk, Keitaro. I'd expect better of you. YOU're the one who had all the fun until now. Don't you know, when a girl does something like that for you, a proper gentleman should always return the favor? Seriously, what kind of mate is Kanako grooming you to be? She must really be spoiling you."

Haruka was down to just her bra and panties at this point, which, Keitaro noticed, was also white and very plain.

"Just what do you think you are doing, Haruka-san!? You- you're supposed to be the responsible one! Do you have any idea how crazy you're acting right now!?"

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, Keitaro. You don't have to worry about that."

Haruka returned to her position on top of him, straddling his bare waist. It caught him off guard just how heavy she was compared to Kanako, to whom he had grown used in the past few weeks. Of course, it made sense; not only was she taller, she was also a lot curvier than the younger girl.

The next thing he noticed was just how hot her groin was. Maybe it was because his belly had been exposed to the room temperature air for almost an hour now, but through the cloth of her panties, Haruka was transferring an incredible amount of heat to his skin.

So much so that it was only after that that he noticed the wetness that was also being transferred to his skin. As Haruka rubbed herself up and down his waist area, she left a trail that quickly evaporated, taking all that aforementioned heat away. Still, it seemed that she had plenty of both to share.

"I'm sure you can feel it, Keitaro. Do you see how turned on you've made me? It's all because of seeing you like this."

Haruka reached behind her body with one hand and took hold of Keitaro's penis that was starting to swell again, despite the best efforts of its owner.

"Looks like I'm having the same effect on you, too. It's true, isn't it? My body turns you on, doesn't it?"

Haruka smiled slyly at him, the same smile Kanako had had when she first pushed herself onto him in the bath those weeks ago. It actually fit Haruka's face quite well, Keitaro thought, even though it was very different from the bored look he was so accustomed to seeing on her. Well, regardless, he didn't have the luxury of thinking about such things at this point.

"N-no, that's not it...!"

Even Keitaro realized just how feeble his rebuttal sounded. Of course, the fact that his whisper was barely audible didn't help.

"Liar. See, I'm barely even touching you, and you're almost at full size! Actually, I'm pretty impressed. Most men couldn't do this so quickly after coming."

Keitaro realized that at least the first part of what she had said was true; Haruka's hand was only lightly gripping his penis, not even moving or squeezing, and yet it was filling with blood quickly. The second part, he had no idea about, but he again figured that Haruka probably had enough experience to make such a judgment. He wouldn't admit it, even to himself, but the little compliment made him feel proud.

"..."

They stared silently at each other for a few moments while Keitaro's penis continued to grow. His heart was racing, and his breaths came in gasps when Haruka began to move her hand.

"Ha...Ha...Ru..."

Now, he couldn't say anything even if he wanted to. He could only shut up and watch as she forced his blood to pump to the one place he didn't want it to.

"Mmm... looks like we're both getting ready."

Haruka was still rubbing her crotch against Keitaro's waist, and quite audibly enjoying herself. Visually, too, Keitaro could see that her lubricants were overflowing, not only soaking through her now very translucent panties, but also leaking out to the sides and staining her inner thighs. It disturbed him that he couldn't tear his eyes away from that area.

"...!"

Keitaro jumped when he felt Haruka put her second hand onto his penis. Her slender fingers danced oh so lightly around the shaft, exciting him without pleasing him enough to get anywhere close to the end. They were soon joined by her buttocks when Haruka slid herself down his body until the topside of his penis was pushing against the cloth of her panties and burying itself into the crack between her cheeks. When she began to move her hips up and down while stroking and pushing on the underside of his penis with the same rhythm, Keitaro felt like he was about to go mad.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Haruka was also panting a little, not from any physical pleasure, but from the excitement of seeing her younger cousin squirm under her. It brought her a sort of mental pleasure that in some ways far outstripped any physical ones she had ever experienced.

"Mmm, hah, feels like you're about ready now."

Haruka momentarily got off of Keitaro's body in order to remove her panties. So much in a hurry was she that it was still hanging off her right ankle when she got back on top of him. The fuzzy feel of her naked mound on his waist prompted Keitaro to return his view to where it had been before she had gotten off him. He noted that while, unlike Kanako, she was trimmed, her bush was still a lot thicker than that of the aforementioned girl.

It was only for a few moments that he could feel this new sensation, as well as the heat and wetness that were much more intense than before, because Haruka quickly picked herself up and moved back, positioning herself directly above his rigid cock.

"Haruka-san... no..."

Once again, his words sounded absolutely pathetic. Keitaro had all but given up at this point, and he almost felt himself accepting that he was to become Haruka's plaything. Still, some part of him continued to fight back, even as he fought himself to hold back the tears he felt welling up in his eyes.

"Keitaro, do you really feel more comfortable calling me 'aunt?'"

"What?"

Keitaro looked at her wide-eyed, surprised at the rather strange-for-the-situation question.

"I mean, when you were coming just now, you called me 'auntie' again. And you always kept calling me that no matter how many times I complained to you and hit you in the past. Maybe there's something to it that you can't let go?"

Keitaro was angry. Was she making fun of him? How could she, in this kind of ridiculous and drastic situation, suddenly bring back such a conversation now? And so calmly?

He opened his mouth, ready to scream at her. He wasn't easy to piss off, especially for a loved one like Haruka, but he couldn't stand the way she was obviously trying to twist around his thoughts and emotions, and having so much fun with it. But he realized that yelling at her would probably amuse her further. Instead, he just shut his mouth and eyes before very purposefully turning his face away from her. If he was going to be her toy, he wasn't going to be a cooperative one.

"Hmph, so that's the way you're playing it? The silent treatment?"

Keitaro held back from snapping back with some rude remark. It didn't hurt that his mind was momentarily frozen by the feeling of Haruka's nether lips on the top of his penis as she lowered herself a little.

Even with that little contact, he could feel how slippery she had gotten from all the fluid that had been flowing all this time. And she was hot, so hot, radiating her heat downwards from her genitals to his. Each time his heart beat, his penis throbbed, letting the sensitive glans slip against her lips, tickling him slightly. Keitaro tried to hold onto his anger, but it was being replaced with exceitement instead.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll make your mouth at least make SOME noise, Keitaro."

With those words, in one quick move, Haruka lowered herself, impaling herself completely onto his penis. Despite his best efforts, Keitaro reopened his mouth and let out a loud moan at the sudden stimulation.

"Mmm... feels good, doesn't it?"

Her voice had a melodious but also malicious tone, making it clear just how much joy she was getting out of this. Haruka sat still for a few seconds, getting acclimated to the feeling, allowing Keitaro to do so as well.

She was surprisingly tight. Of course, he only had one other person to reference to, but still, he wouldn't have expected this fully grown, experienced woman to be just the same as a 17 year old girl. Combined with the extreme, almost painful heat, she made him feel somewhat stuffy.

When Haruka began moving her body rapidly up and down, Keitaro had to fight his body to keep from making more noise. He forced his jaw muscles to clamp his mouth shut, breathing quickly through his nose instead in order to fulfill the extra oxygen requirements created by his hastening heart.

None of this kept Haruka from being as vocal as she wanted to, though.

"Mmm... mmhmm..."

A moan and a giggle.

"Anyway, if you feel like talking, I want you to know, you can call me 'aunt' if you want Ah! ah...ah.... I mean, I know you don't mean anything bad. After all, that's how you grew up. Mmm...! Ha... I always thought that it was so sweet when you were a child. Since you lost your real aunt before you were born... Oh! Nnn... I was so proud of being able to be that figure for you..."

Haruka went on and on about their past, intermixing her moans and groans with her words. Keitaro tried to ignore her, but humans are not born with the ability to close their ears. Hearing those sweet, unbearably cute noises at the same time as the reminders of just who the source of those noises was drove him mad. The pleasure caused by her tight insides squeezing and tugging on him, he could at least somewhat bear and resist to an extent, but the auditory input was just too much for him.

The last straw was when Haruka placed her hands on his chest and began to pinch his nipples. Keitaro could not stop himself from moaning, loudly and over and over again as she continued to tease the sensitive nubs.

But the moans soon became sobs. His breathing became obstructed with mucus that came out of his nose, and tears flowed down from his eyes and welled up at his ears. He couldn't stop. He had lost, utterly and completely. Regardless of how uncooperative he was, it didn't matter, not with the perfect job Kanako had done with the bindings.

But this wasn't her fault. That belonged to the woman sitting on top of him, the woman whom he had loved, admired, trusted from the very beginning. It was all too much, and even though he felt embarrassed about it, even though he was sure that he'd be called a crybaby, he cried and sobbed.

"Keitaro?"

Seeing and hearing him, Haruka stopped her movements. Still with him inside her body, she leaned forward. With her hands next to his head and her face directly in front of his, she called him again.

"Keitaro."

"What!"

Keitaro snapped back and finally reopened his eyes. Even though Haruka was so close to him that he could feel his breath bounce off her cheeks, she still looked blurry due to his tears the covered his eyes and refracted all light passing through.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Isn't it... Isn't it obvious!?"

Due to his uncontrollable sobs, he found it difficult to string more than a couple of words together.

"But Keitaro, you told me you loved me, right?"

"I do... but not this way...!"

"No, I know what you meant. What I meant was, if you love me, I want you to trust me. I know you're upset right now, and I... understand. But please, trust me. It'll be okay, so... just enjoy yourself for now."

Haruka stroked his head with one hand, scratching his scalp a bit while her other hand wiped away the tears from his cheeks. Maybe these nostalgic actions were what got through to him, because Keitaro began to regain control of his breathing.

"Look, Kei-chan, I'm sure you understand the situation you're in. You're tied up, and you can't do anything to stop me even if you want to. But I don't want it to be just like that. I'd like you to enjoy this, if possible, as much as I."

Kei-chan. She hadn't called him that since she could still pick him up.

"How in the world can you expect something so crazy!? Aunt Haruka, what you're doing is just..."

"I understand that you must be somewhat confused by my actions. But trust me that I'll make it up to you. Trust me, just as you've trusted me up to now. I'll make it up to you, so, for now, just sit back and enjoy it. I love you, Kei-chan. I'm in love with you. And I'm not a bad person. I wouldn't hurt you. Please believe me when I say that. Trust me that we're gonna be okay."

Putting both hands on his cheeks, Haruka looked down at him sympathetically, smiling a warm smile.

"You say that, but... Kanako..."

"I told you she was alright, didn't I? And if you're worried about how she'll react to this, well... she can't exactly fault you when she's the one who tied you up. Plus, I know her better than you. She adores you... she likely feels even stronger about you than I. It'd take more than this to upset that girl."

Keitaro just stared up at her, speechless once again. Haruka had already thought of everything he was going to say. As the flow of tears stopped and the last drops were wiped away by her slender fingers, he could see her face clearly. She was looking at him seriously now, though still smiling. Not from amusement, but from genuine sympathy.

Carefully studying her face for the first time, it really was beautiful, he thought, as beautiful as he remembered. He recalled how, as a child, how happy he used to get whenever he saw his 'aunt,' the pride of Hinata, the unparalleled beauty who drew comparisons to their legendary grandmother. But now, so many years later and almost in her third decade, she was even prettier than before.

"I... I'm so happy that I'm finally one with you, Kei-chan. I'm sorry for upsetting you, but understand that I'm always thinking of your well being. So even if this may seem wrong right now, please try to trust me."

Continuing to make her appeal, Haruka planted a kiss on his forehead. She kept smiling at him, silently awaiting his reply.

"O...okay."

Even Keitaro couldn't believe the word coming out of his mouth, but there was something about Haruka's actions and speech that was unbelievably charismatic and convincing.

Yes, like she had said, he loved and trusted her. And he had done so for all his life. She had been there for him when he was a child, and she had vouched for him in his return to Hinata Dorms. Somehow, he believed that as long as he let her take care of him, it was going to be okay.

"Thank you so much, Keitaro."

She leaned in to kiss his forehead once more.

"It means a lot to me to hear you say that."

Haruka sat back up and pulled her panties free from her ankle. Keitaro was a little confused, but when she brought a dry area of it to his nose in order to wipe away all the snot, he obliged by blowing into it. Haruka giggled.

"Hehe, I wonder when's the last time I helped you blow your nose like this. Of course, I probably used a tissue that time."

"Ah..."

Keitaro was a little embarrassed again, but her words didn't upset him like before. He just smiled back sheepishly as she threw her underwear off to the side after cleaning his face up.

"So Kei-chan, let's just enjoy ourselves now. Do you think you can do that... with me? You used to complement me all the time. You do think I'm still beautiful, right?"

Keitaro nodded.

"Here, it's about time you saw all of me."

Haruka reached around behind her back and unclasped her bra. She let it slip down and onto his chest before tossing it away to the same place her panties had gone.

Keitaro couldn't help but oggle at Haruka's newly freed breasts. Ever since he had come to live at the Hinata Dorm, he had had to fight himself to stop from staring at them whenever Haruka had been around. Now, he was free to look at them as much as he wished, and even though he couldn't see them perfectly, he was going to take advantage of this opportunity.

There was just no comparison to Kanako's small, perky mounds. They were large and clearly quite heavy, hanging down a bit from their perch on top of Haruka's chest. Her nipples and areolae were bigger than Kanako's as well, the blood-swollen nubs sticking out almost dangerously from the center of the coin-sized circles of dark pink. Thankfully, due to their thickness, the nipples did not look particularly odd.

Keitaro still had not gotten his fill yet when the objects of his admiration suddenly accelerated towards him.

"Mmf!"

He certainly understood what she was requesting in this action, but it was more from instinct that he began sucking on a nipple after taking it into his mouth. Haruka's throaty moans that he could hear coming from above sounded like purrs of a cat being lovingly petted. He, too, couldn't help but moan when Haruka resumed moving, up and down on top of his penis, although much slower than she had before.

"Mmm, yes... That's very nice, Keitaro."

Haruka stroked his hair carefully, its rhythm matching that of her hips. Every once in a while, she shifted her upper body, letting him take in and suckle on the other nipple. Each time she went up, her nipple was stretched a bit more due to the increased distance, sending her a sharp jolt of pleasure.

Very purposefully and methodically, she quickened the pace of her hips. She had been so excited, so ready for release, she could barely contain herself as she kept moving faster and faster, overtaking her previous speed. Eventually, Keitaro could no longer track her nipples with his mouth because her breasts were jiggling too quickly for him. His own heightening pleasure made it nearly impossible for him to concentrate on anything else, anyway.

"A-aunt Haruka!"

Keitaro let his head fall back onto the bed, giving his neck muscles some rest while he enjoyed the pleasure. The sight of Haruka's bouncing breasts in front of him was marvelous, as was that of her face, with her eyes glazed over and her mouth open in a relaxed smile. It made him somewhat proud that he was able to so easily pleasure to someone so experienced.

"Ohhh, Kei-chan... You feel so good... To think that you'd grow up to be so magnificent..."

Haruka smiled at Keitaro's rather awkward facial expression caused by her embarrassing statement. Putting her hands onto his chest as before, she used them as leverage in order to pound onto him even faster and harder than either had though possible.

"Aunt Haruka, if you do that... I'm gonna... I feel like I'm about to..."

"Me too, Kei-chan. Go ahead, come inside your auntie."

Keitaro twisted his arms around and grabbed hold of his bindings as he felt his orgasm approaching. Seeing this, Haruka wrapped her hands around his, lowering her upper body and putting her face directly atop his. Her large, soft breasts were smushed between them, as she attempted to bring her lips to his.

"Aunt Haruka! Auntie! Auntie!"

"Kei-chan! Kei-chan! Kei-chan!"

As they both hit their limits, they kissed. This time, it wasn't just a matter of one forcing herself onto the other. No, this time, Keitaro eagerly returned Haruka's actions, mashing hips lips against hers, slipping his tongue against hers, letting her saliva drip down to his cheeks.

Haruka forced herself down onto him one last time, pushing him in as deep as he could go. She could feel him filling her up, load after load of his semen spurting from the tip that was right at the entrance to her womb now. As she came as well, her vaginal muscles clamped down on him, so tight that Keitaro worried that they just might snap his dick off. To his relief, he felt her relax them soon after, and instead, they convulsed in a rhythmical manner, almost purposefully pumping and sucking on his penis, drawing out all his semen they possibly could.

The pleasure from his orgasm was intense, far better than he could remember ever having had, even with Kanako. Keitaro felt a little bad about this fact in the back of his thoughts, but the rest of him was feeling so good that it didn't matter.

By the time Haruka collapsed on top of him, her vagina had finally let go of the deathgrip it had on his organ, satisfied that it had extracted everything it possibly could out of him. They both lied still for about a minute, panting and trying to regain their lost strength. A new film of sweat covered their bodies.

As Keitaro looked up at Haruka's rather damp face and her disheveled hair, he couldn't believe just how beautiful she was. For the first time that day, he felt lucky that he was making love to - or rather, had made love to - someone so incredibly striking. The thoughts of the forbidden aspects gone from his mind, Yes, he thought, few men get to experience what I just did at any point in their lives.

Haruka lazily rolled off of his body and snuggled up next to him. For a few minutes, their tired pants were the only source of noise in the room. Keitaro felt all of his muscles relax, giving him the rest he thought he deserved. Haruka's head was right up against his shoulder, and her strong scent from her short hair that was slick with her sweat wafted up into his nostrils. Feeling the cushiony warmth of one of her breasts that was on top of his chest and the firmness of her long legs that wrapped around his own, he wanted to just fall asleep in this almost heavenly comfort.

But there were still things left to be done. Having brought his heartbeat and breathing to a reasonable level, Keitaro opened his mouth to talk when he was interrupted.

"Thank you, Kei-chan. That was incredible."

Haruka had rolled back on top of him and was speaking to him with her face directly in front of his. Her smile stretched from ear to ear, and it felt to Keitaro that this might have been the first time he ever saw her truly smiling, truly filled with happiness. Again, he felt ashamed at the pride he felt for being the one to do that for her.

"Aunt Haruka, I did what you wanted... So now, could you please..."

"Oh, of course."

Without hesitation, Haruka reached up and, one by one, undid the ties holding his arms in place.

"Why don't you go check on Kanako now? You really worry about her, huh."

Haruka spoke calmly while picking her body up in order to get to the rope at his feet.

"Of course. I've always been her older brother, after all. And now... Her lover."

Keitaro sat up and remained still for a few seconds, stretching out and loosening the joints that had been tied into place for over an hour now.

"Well, she's a lucky one, that. I just hope... That I could be like that to you, too."

"Wha-what are you saying, Aunt Haruka!? Kanako is my onl-"

"Well, let's just say that Kanako and I are gonna have to have a nice long talk once you get her."

"I'm sure she'd be open to new things," she added, with a wink.

Keitaro's heart started beating faster again. Surely she didn't mean... Did she? How would Kanako take it? And what about his own decision? It was all too confusing, and he couldn't stand to look at Haruka's now sly smile any longer. He decided it was time to go check up on his real lover.

"Kanako? Are you o... ka... y?"

Keitaro was puzzled when he entered the small windowless bathroom. With the shower curtain drawn back, he could see the entire bathroom clearly and in one view. But besides Kanako's small purse that was on top of the closed toilet, there was no evidence of anyone ever having been in there.

"Aunt Haruka! Kanako's gone!"

Keitaro grabbed the purse and ran out into the main bedroom. He was ready to find his clothes and run out to look for her, when he realized that his search was already over. Kanako was smiling right in front of him, completely naked, quite sweaty, and on the bed, exactly where Haruka had been. As for the woman, she was nowhere to be found.

Keitaro froze, literally froze, being completely still, for a full ten seconds. It was that long that his brain refused to acknowledge the only logical conclusion, forcing a shutdown and reboot. When his body and mind came back online, the first part to activate was his mouth, which just allowed his jaw to drop as he took in the sheer insanity of what had just happened. Then his mouth went to work again, this time for the purpose of speech.

"Y-y-y-you demon! You devil-woman!"

"Ahaha, did you like my little performance, Kei-chan?"

Kanako giggled, saying 'Kei-chan' in Haruka's voice. Keitaro, still in shock, stumbled forward a bit before falling onto the bed, face first.

"I told you I had a surprise planned for you!"

Kanako sidled up next to him and grabbed his shoulders.

"So, you liked it, right? I really had a lot of fun, too."

She spoke happily into his ear while gently massaging his muscles.

"I have a lot of other characters planned, but I doubt I'll ever fool you like I did today! Still, it should be a lo- whoa!"

Kanako's speech was rudely interrupted when Keitaro abruptly got up and threw her to the other side of the bed. Quickly getting back her bearings, she looked puzzeledly at him.

"Kanako! I can't believe you just did that! I can't believe you could have thought that that would be okay!"

Keitaro's words were louder now than any other noise produced by either of them so far that day.

"Y-you can't just go around fooling people on a whim! And especially involving something so intimate!"

Kanako jumped and shrunk back each time Keitaro finished a sentence with an exclamation point.

"Y-you made me think that I just had sex with my real, blood-related cousin! Worse, she was my aunt, someone with whom I had a deep and meaningful relationship! A-and you made her rape me!"

Keitaro didn't feel like he could talk straight any more. He just put his head in his hands.

"..."

He was looking down at the bed, but if he had looked up, he would have seen Kanako's still-shocked, now very much apologetic face. It was the first time in a long time that she had been yelled at, and the first time by him.

Feeling the need to cool down, Keitaro got up and went to the bathroom without taking another look at Kanako. There, he ran some cold water in the sink and washed his hot and sweaty face.

In the mirror, his entire face appeared red. He just held onto the sink and stared at himself silently for a while, trying to gain control of his racing heartbeat.

After a few minutes, he heard a knock on the door. Before he could decide whether or not to let Kanako in, the door opened and she entered. Keitaro said and did nothing, opting to continue to look into the mirror.

"Onii-chan..."

Kanako suddenly wrapped her arms around him from behind. She was digging her face into his back and shaking.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, onii-chan! I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to give you a surprise gift."

Kanako's words came out muffled and warped due to her cheek being pressed against his back.

"I'm really, really sorry, so please don't hate me! I get it, I should've thought more about it before doing that! I made a mistake, so don't hate me! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

While Kanako kept repeating the two words over and over again, Keitaro realized both from the sound of her voice and the feeling of wetness on his back that she was crying. And as if it were a block of ice, he felt the warm, salty liquid flowing from his little sister's eyes melt his heart.

Even so, he had to squeeze the sides of the sink and mentally prepare himself before responding to her. When he finally felt ready, he turned himself around and returned her embrace, holding her head tightly to his chest and rubbing the top of her head.

"Look, Kanako, I don't hate you. I... You just made me angry. You can't just be manipulating and lying to someone you love and expect it to be okay. I know you're into bondage and roleplaying and all that, and it would make me happy to do some of these activities with you. Just... You just have to be honest and open about it from now on."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Keitaro backed off and took hold of her shoulders. He lowered his head and looked into her eyes.

"Do you understand what you did wrong?"

Kanako nodded silently.

"As long as you do, it's okay. We all make mistakes, Kanako. I don't hate you for it. I love you."

Keitaro grabbed her again and hugged her tightly, even harder than before. He continued to hold her against his chest until her sobbing stopped.

"Come on, I think we've both cried enough today."

He helped her wipe away her tears, much like she had done for him minutes earlier.

"Th-thank you, Kei-kun. And I'm sorry."

"It's alright, you can stop apologizing now."

"No, I'm sorry for calling you onii-chan again. Even though I promised I'd stop..."

"I understand. When you get upset, you sometimes forget some things. That's just how we are. Don't worry about it. I'm not angry any more, Kanako."

He leaned down to kiss her, first on the forehead, then on the cheek, then finally on the lips. Her dried tears left a salty taste in both their mouths as that third kiss kept going for quite a while.

"I have to admit, though, that WAS pretty hot. I mean, ignoring the whole disturbing incest angle, Aunt Haruka is really beautiful. And that whole setup you prepared... I'm actually pretty impressed by your performance."

Keitaro laughed, trying to lighten the mood that had become so serious.

"Actually, I'm still trying to wrap my head around how you did all that. Her breasts felt completely real! And what about her hair... and weight... did you use a suit? No, that wouldn't work... Just how in the world did you do all that!? How is that even possible!?"

Relaxing a bit, Kanako smiled as well. Hearing Keitaro complement her like that was enough to bring her back from any depression.

"No, no suit. Just technique. But I'm sorry, Kei-kun, a magician never reveals her secrets!"

Kanako winked and laughed, even as some of her tears from before still clung to her face. It hadn't been long, but it felt good to smile again.

"Well, I knew you were good, but I had no idea you were this good! I'd like to see just how far you can go."

"Of course! I've got a bunch of more ideas I'm ready to pull out. Although, we're almost out of time here, so we should be getting back soon... Well, there will always be next time."

"Grrr."

The noise came from somewhere below both their mouths.

"Mmm, I guess I was rather hungry. That probably contributed to why I got so angry."

Keitaro joked, attempting to help put their previous argument behind them.

"Do you want to stop by a restaurant before going back to the Inn?"

Keitaro thought about the offer for a moment before shaking his head.

"Actually, I have a better idea. Why don't we order room service, rent this room for the rest of the night, and just stay here?"

"What?"

Kanako looked surprised at Keitaro's rather aggressive offer.

"I don't feel like I've had sex with you yet today. Oh, that's right; no dress up or ropes. Just you and me, Kanako. In the missionary position. Solely for the purpose of procreation."

"What!?"

Kanako twisted her face at his bizarre statement, but both burst out laughing immediately afterward.

"Alright, that sounds like a good idea."

Kanako agreed calmly, but inside, she was ecstatic, almost bursting with excitement. This marked the first time that Keitaro had been the one to suggest something like this. She couldn't help smiling as they exited the bathroom.

They perused the menu for a few minutes, choosing what they wanted while sitting naked together on the bed. While Keitaro called the hotel office for food and to extend the time, Kanako put on a new, clean set of clothes (watching this, Keitaro wondered to himself just how many sets of clothes/costumes she carried around with her, and where she hid them).

"Well, looks like everything's taken care of."

Keitaro said, hanging up the phone.

"It should be here in... Hey, wait, Kanako, what are you doing!?"

Ignoring his words completely, Kanako had knelt between his knees and taken his limp penis in her mouth.

"Wait! The food's gonna be here in like fifteen minutes! After firing off twice already, I can't..."

"That sounds like a challenge, Kei-kun! I'm gonna make sure I have some appetizer before the food comes!"

Kanako winked at him while her hands flew over and around his already quickly growing organ.

"Augh! You really are a demon!"

Keitaro fell backwards onto the bed and gripped the sheets tightly, feeling Kanako's warm, wet mouth engulf the glans once again. He wondered to himself if he had made a mistake in suggesting that they stay. Oh well, he thought, we all make mistakes. This wasn't the worst one he could've made.

***

Keitaro lied under the covers of the hotel bed, warm and comfortable. It had been almost 12 hours since he and Kanako had entered the room, and only a few minutes ago had she finally fallen asleep in his arms. He could feel some of the many rather moist spots that they had left on the bed, but he didn't mind; both he and Kanako felt fresh and clean from their shower together. It wasn't their first shared shower that day, but the latest, as each time they ended up going in to wash before bed, they had ended up doing more than just washing. This phenomenon was what had delayed their bedtime from the planned midnight to now, closer to dawn than to sunset.

Keitaro kept his eyes open in the dark room, feeling one with the snoozing girl lying on top of him, but also somewhat alone. His body was exhausted, completely spent beyond anything he had experienced before. Never once did he think that he would lose track of how many times he came in one night, but that was a feat he could now claim to have accomplished. Needless to say, sleep was something that would come easily.

Still, he couldn't help but think of the events of that day. Not of the sex, which he was sure he'd have plenty of time to think about as he recuperated over the next few days, but of the fight he had had with Kanako. It had been the first conflict that had arisen between the two since they started dating. And he was rather glad that they had resolved it so quickly.

Had he been to harsh on her when he yelled at her? He didn't like seeing Kanako cry, and he had always been the one to do the opposite, to appease her when she was upset. But even with mixed feelings, he felt like he had done the right thing. Kanako had definitely gone too far, she had gotten carried away, just as he had predicted. Yes, she was still young and learning, and it was important for him to help guide her. Yes, today, he had acted as her good... well, that word he still didn't like coming from Kanako's mouth.

Speaking of which, when he and Kanako show up at the Inn tomorrow, everyone was going to find out what had been going on. Oh well, he muttered silently to himself, that was bound to happen eventually.

Deciding that thinking too seriously would only tire him out more, Keitaro let Kanako's soft, rhythmic breaths carry him off to sleep.

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Well, this story took quite a bit. At a hair above 10,000 words, it is by far my longest story. Which is quite amazing, since my previous max, Snooping Around Pays Off, with ~8400 words, involved 3 players and a total of 9 orgasms shared between them in one drawn out sex scene. This one's still just one-on-one and only 3 orgasms. Still, it had a ton of dialogue compared to my other stories.

Clearly I had a lot of fun with Haruka in this chapter. It's sort of a tribute to her and her relationship with Keitaro. According to Wiki, Akamatsu Ken ret-conned the story so that Haruka is actually Keitaro's biological cousin and his adopted aunt, so I played on that a little. At least one step is shown in Keitaro and Kanako's relationship, with Keitaro refusing to let Kanako call him "onii-chan" anymore.

I also brought in Kanako's love for dress-up and bondage, both of which have been established in the manga. I do take her disguise abilities quite far, even allowing her to change her weight, adjust her body hair, change her smell, and increase her bust size, all enough to convince her own lover/brother while naked and having sex with him. Love Hina has always brought in fantasy or sci-fi elements when convenient for the plot (what with Motoko's insane sword skills or Suu's machines), so I felt no qualms about doing this. Kanako is also shown to have some magical martial arts powers in the manga.

When outlining this story, I did not mean for the reader to be fooled into thinking that Haruka really was Haruka, just as Keitaro was. However, I also decided not to make any specific mentions of the disguise until Keitaro found it out himself. This way, the reader doesn't feel like he's being treated like an idiot if and when he figures out that Haruka is actually Kanako. That said, I really don't have a clue when most readers will figure out that Kanako is playing dress up.

Logically and rationally, it is impossible for Haruka to enter the scene while Kanako is in the bathroom, so one should immediately figure out that not all is as it seems. But I deliberately constantly drew contrasts between Haruka and Kanako that Keitaro noticed, in order to help make the sex scene more than just a simple namechange. Also, it is just plain fun to read that section while imagining that it really is Haruka. Even if you intellectually realize that Kanako is behind the mask, it's a fun fantasy to hold onto until she suddenly pulls the carpet out from under Keitaro.

Keitaro does give in to Haruka a bit too easily perhaps, and this was something I commented on in the chapter. But still, the driving force behind this story has always been that it is PORN WITH PLOT, not the other way around, so I decided to let him have some fun.


Sorry that it took so long. Many things contributed to this. The first and most important is that I've simply stopped writing quite as often. Another is that I started writing a new chapter for my other ongoing series, Garden of Thanatos (http://anime.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600041477) and got about 60-75% done with it before beginning this chapter. And when I started working on this chapter, I decided I wanted it to be the next project I finish. Lastly, I got an iPod Touch recently, and all of the writing was done on it - I did just the editing and rearranging on a computer. And as anyone with an iPod Touch or iPhone knows, typing on that is slow. Still, I find writing in bed while holding a little device to be a bit more comfortable, so even if my WPM went down from 90 to 20, I prefer doing it that way. I just hope those assholes at Apple finally add copy+paste sometime.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Please remember to leave a review. Even a one sentence review is better than nothing! I have more chapters planned, 3 to be exact, and I already have a good idea of how the plot is going to unfold. Unfortunately, I can't guarantee or even estimate any timeframe of when they will be finished.

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