Wish of a Red Moon

Wish of a Red Moon

I do not own Love Hina or any of its characters. I am making no money from this work.

On the roof of the Hinata dorm, Keitaro looked down at the Kaolla before him. Her face was inches away from his, getting closer in order to kiss him, after she had said a bunch of nonsense about wishing to the red moon, becoming an adult, and her brother. She was definitely Kaolla, but she was different, more adult, in her face, her body, her posture. His heart beat faster and his cheeks became redder as her lips came closer and closer to his.

"You can't, Kaolla! He's not your brother!"

The moment was interrupted by an unfamiliar voice from behind him. He turned around, stopping Kaolla's approach, to see someone who looked very similar to Kaolla and was even wearing almost the same clothes.

"Two Suu-chans?"

Keitaro had just enough time to speak before he was suddenly grabbed by a white alligator - or was it crocodile? - and taken away from the roof. As his consciousness fell dark, he could see the new person jump and follow behind, while Kaolla fell and appeared to go unconscious on the roof.

***

Keitaro sat cross legged on the floor of Kaolla's room. His arms were tied to his body, just as it had been when he had woken up. The person in front of him was the same person who had interrupted his moment with Kaolla earlier, and by now, he had learned that she was Amalla Suu, Kaolla's older sister, and the source of all the pain that had been spreading through the town. She also explained what Kaolla was going through, but he wasn't sure if he could follow it. The important thing, the one he did get, was that he was the cause of this, and that she was here to eliminate him from Kaolla's life. Not knowing what this stranger was capable of, this thought scared him very much, and it scared him even more when she suddenly pounced on him and shoved him to the ground.

"But I can't kill the one who looks exactly like our brother. If you fell in love with me and we returned to my world, then Kaolla could rest, too. Let's kiss!"

Perplexed, Keitaro looked up at the girl who was sitting on top of him and saying these crazy words. That by itself would have been disturbing enough, but what was worse was that, with him already tied up and the other residents of the dorm ignorant of their current location, she was in a very real position to make those words come true.

"Aah, you're exactly the same as Suu-chan!"

Keitaro tried to say, but his voice was quickly blocked by Amalla's lips. Letting out muffled shouts, he fought back to the best of his ability, using his legs to crawl away. It didn't work, and Amalla, surprisingly aware despite her closed eyes, followed him all the way until he hit his head on the base of a tree. Keitaro tried to push back at her with his upper body, throw her off, but, with their lips still locked, Amalla held him down with her arms. The force on his shoulders from her palms hurt, and all he had accomplished by pushing back was to dig his lips even deeper into hers.

Her lips. Her thin lips were forceful and commanding, keeping glued to his. But as they moved about and touched his own, he could also feel how soft and tender they were, evidenced by the fact that he did not once feel pain while she constantly recaptured his unwilling lips and kept them open. Mixed in with this was the feeling of her smooth and slippery tongue that occasionally darted out and invaded his mouth, making contact with his own. It was overwhelmingly pleasant, and Keitaro found his heart beating faster and his lips returning the kiss, ever so slightly.

"Mmm, Keitaro, could it be that you're starting to come around to my view?"

Amalla sat up, breaking the contact between their lips. Still straddling his waist, she smiled and looked down at him with her deep blue eyes.

This moment of overconfidence was exactly what Keitaro had needed. Using his legs, he sat up, pushing Amalla off his body and onto her back. Keitaro stumbled to his feet, his bound arms making it a bit difficult, and turned around, ready to escape.

But that was as far as he got.

He knew to expect a tree behind him, but what he didn't expect was Amalla hooking her feet around his ankles, causing him to trip the moment he tried to take a step. And with his arms unusable, there was only one fate for him the moment his center of gravity went too far forwards.

"Ouch..."

Keitaro, lying on his side besides the tree, wished he could reach up to rub his face, which had made contact with said tree before he ricocheted off of it and to the side. His cheek stung, and he wondered if the heat he felt dripping down it was blood.

But that worry soon became a less prioritized one when his body was once again forcefully moved against his will. Before he knew it, he was sitting at the base of the tree, his arms and upper body bound to it. This would have been enough to prevent any chance of escape, but as if pouring it on, Amalla had tied his legs together as well, the two tight loops at his knees and his ankles threatening to cut off the flow of blood to his feet.

"Hmph, I guess I was being a little arrogant - thinking that a little kiss like that would win you over."

Amalla, who now stood before him, glared down at him.

"Th-that's not the issue here! You should never have tied me up! I'm sure there's a way to keep Kaolla normal without killing me or taking me away!"

"Sorry, but I've already made up my mind. Nii-sam-- I mean, Keitaro... you're going to fall in love with me... and become my husband..."

Replying to Keitaro's angry shouting, Amalla, too, appeared to become more serious. Her eyes took on a look of almost fanatical determination.

"But what a bad husband you are being, running away from me like that. You've even gone and hurt yourself."

She knelt down and once again straddled him, before wiping his cheek with her finger. She held it before his eyes, and the red liquid that clung to it confirmed his earlier suspicion. Wiping it off against the grass, Amalla leaned forward to lick the wound.

"Wh-wh-what are you doing, Amalla-san!"

Keitaro squirmed about and tried to move away, but it was useless.

"Isn't this how you disinfect cuts here?"

She said innocently between licks, although her smile showed that she was anything but.

"But, but, that's..."

"Oh, shut up."

Amalla moved her mouth back to his, kissing him again like before. Keitaro could taste his own blood on her lips and tongue, which he found slightly nauseating. He could also feel her hands that held his face close to hers. Her fingers were slender and long, and like her lips, felt extremely soft despite the forceful actions she was using them in. They soon moved downwards, tickling his neck and reaching the upper part of his body. To Keitaro's surprise, his sweater and button-down shirt were easily ripped open and apart by those same fingers, leaving the part of his body above the multiple loops of rope completely naked. Amalla's hands began to do the job of keeping him warm, as they groped all over the areas of his body that had been revealed by this violent action.

Keitaro's brain began to melt. Maybe it was from the heat of Amalla's face, pressed up against his, or of her shallow breaths, coming more and more quickly through her nose, or of her hands transferring their heat and causing pleasant friction as they roamed over his upper body. And as the heat overtook his mind, his thoughts of rationality and responsibility - the fact that he was with a total stranger whom he had met probably less than an hour ago... no, even worse, with Kaolla's older sister, while IN Kaolla's own room - became hazy and were replaced by the fact that on top of him was an incredibly beautiful girl who was practically giving herself to him. And despite everything that told him to stop, he couldn't help the blood that was rushing to his loins and making his penis begin to stand. It didn't have much room to grow, though, as much to Keitaro's embarrassment, it quickly ran into Amalla's own crotch, which he could feel through his underwear, pants, and her underwear.

"My, my, Keitaro, you say you don't like me, but your body certainly seems to disagree."

Amalla said, breaking off their kiss and standing back up. She licked her lips hungrily.

"Or are you willing to come with me now?"

"No..."

Keitaro said weakly.

"Hmph. Well, I was going to try to convince you once we got home, but things are going so well,"

Amalla stepped on his crotch, pushing through his pants his erection into the bottom of his belly. The sudden pleasure caused by this made Keitaro's penis get even closer to its full size and a sharp moan to escape from his lips.

"That I think I'm going to have to continue this now."

Using her toes, Amalla easily unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. It took Keitaro a second to realize what she was doing, but once he did, embarrassment caused him to fight back against her attempts to pull down his pants and underwear with those same toes.

"Wha-d-don't do that, Amalla-san!"

Amalla didn't reply, and with her prey completely tied up and helpless, pulled down his lower clothes all the way down to his knees with no difficulty. Watching his almost fully erect penis swing out freely into sight, Keitaro's face went completely red. He shut his eyes tight, unable to take in this humiliating situation.

"Wow... Nii-sam...Keitaro... it's as magnificent as I imagined..."

In contrast, Amalla's eyes were more focused than ever before, completely fixated on his organ standing before her. Pre-come was already oozing out of the tip and dripping its way down its length, and she could see it shake and throb each time his heart beat, which it was doing quite frequently at this point.

"..."

Keitaro, his eyes still shut, couldn't answer. The feeling of helplessly being seen like this by another person was too painful for him to bear. With all of the stimulation gone, he could feel his organ begin to deflate, and he wasn't sure what to feel about that, although relief was one feeling that came to his mind.

"Oh no, Keitaro, we can't have that."

Relief didn't last long, though, as he felt Amalla's hands on his penis. Slowly and softly - almost too much so - they wrapped around it and stroked it. Her smooth skin lightly grazed over his own, tickling him just enough to make him grow to full size, but not enough to make him approach orgasm. He could feel his pre-come flowing even more profusely, getting on her hands and coating his penis. The slipperiness made the feeling of her hands even more pleasant and caused lewd noises to spread throughout the room.

"Hah, hah, Nii-sama... no, Keitaro... does it, does it feel good?"

Keitaro could hear that Amalla was struggling to speak, her panting getting in the way of her words. He could also hear more wet rubbing noises from where her voice was, separate from the sounds emanating from his own crotch. This led him to think that she might be masturbating while doing this to him - after all, she was beginning to confuse him and her brother more and more, and she seemed to be just as much in love with him as Kaolla - but what confused him was the fact that he could feel two distinct hands on his member. Out of curiosity, Keitaro opened his eyes.

As expected, Amalla, sitting directly in front of him, had removed her skirt and was savagely rubbing the area between her legs. What wasn't expected was that she was using both hands to do this and that she was actually pleasuring him with her feet. Keitaro might have fallen over from shock if he wasn't already sitting down. Never in a million years would he have guessed that the soft, delicate touches he was feeling was from this. But right there in front of him were Amalla's, twisting and coiling around his penis, rubbing it every which way with her silky smooth soles and nimble toes.

"Agh... Amalla...san..."

Keitaro managed to groan out between gasps.

"Oh, Nii-sama... You noticed... I've been practicing, just for you, Nii-sama..."

Amalla looked into his eyes as she spoke. Keitaro could see that they were completely glazed over. He wondered to himself if he really had been completely replaced by her brother in her mind.

"Is it good, ah, does it feel good, Nii-sama?"

Amalla said between her laborious pants. She was smiling, almost ecstatic, desiring his approval.

"Argh... y, yes, Amalla-san..."

Again, Keitaro could barely control his breathing enough to let out those words.

"Oh, Nii-sama... I'm, ah, so glad..."

Amalla's feet began to move faster around his pole, the twists and turns of her complicated technique sliding effortlessly over his slippery skin. She squeezed him more tightly, making each stroke send light splashes of his fluid up to her legs.

"Mmph! Amalla-san!"

Keitaro momentarily shut his eyes and leaned back at the increase in pleasure. His eyelids were pressed so hard against his eyes that he could see stars. With his eyes closed, he could hear small high-pitched moans and squeals come from Amalla. When he reopened them, he saw that her hand movements had sped up as well. Indeed, her hands matched her feet stroke for stroke, making it almost seem to them as if they were actually having sex together.

"Nii-sama...! Oh, you feel so good, Nii-sama!"

Amalla was panting openly now, and her eyes were unfocused and wandering, occasionally meeting his own. Even so, her movements were as focused as ever, her soles and toes continuing their careful caressing of his penis. Keitaro marveled at their precision, sometimes alternating and coiling around his cock in different places, sometimes holding it tightly and rubbing the head with her toes, always sending shivers up and down his spine with every stroke. He couldn't stay amazed for long, as Keitaro realized that his own eyes were starting to lose their focus as well. He gritted his teeth at the feeling of pressure that began to build up in his loins.

"Hah, Nii-sama...! I'm, I'm coming, Nii-sama!"

Amalla's hands were a blur, which meant that her feet were as well. During his fleeting moments of lucidity, Keitaro saw Amalla suddenly throw her head back and let out a long moan through her tightly shut lips. He thought it was odd that he couldn't take his eyes off her platinum white hair, tied up in a ponytail, that shook and swayed as her head did the same. Amalla's hands stopped their motions, but her feet didn't - in fact, as if transferring the energy from her hands to her feet, she moved them even faster.

"Ah! Amalla-san! I'm coming!"

Just then, the door to the room slid open, revealing Kaolla in her traditional outfit. Keitaro had just enough time to turn to face the newcomer before he came.

"Keitaro? Nee-sama?"

Kaolla's words were inaudible to him as Keitaro felt the pressure that had been building up break open, sending a flood of pleasure all through his body. At the same moment, he felt the first stream of his semen spray out of the tip of his penis, hitting Amalla's stomach. Her feet did not slow down even a little bit, and he continued to shoot load after load of his semen, an electric jolt of pleasure traveling through his body at each one. Some of it landed on his legs, but most of it ended up staining Amalla's own legs and feet.

Amalla stopped moving, not wanting to hurt his overly sensitive organ. It was at this point that she also acknowledged the arrival of her little sister.

"Hah, hah, oh, hah, Kaolla..."

"What are you doing!?"

For the first time since meeting her, Keitaro thought he saw Kaolla get upset. Her face no longer carried that innocent, carefree smile that she always seemed to be on her, and her eyes that were wide open began filling up with tears.

"It's... I'm just... I'm here to take Keitaro back with me as my husband..."

Amalla said while bringing her leg up to her face to lick its contents off of it. It seemed that her mind was still a bit hazy.

"No."

Kaolla said firmly. Her little hands were balled up into fists, and her feet were firmly planted on the ground.

"Keitaro is mine, Nee-sama. You shouldn't have done this."

Her mood was certainly different, but her energy level was as usual, and with that energy, Kaolla launched her body at her older sister, feet first, much like she might do to Keitaro. In no position to react, Amalla could only let out a confused, 'huh?' before being flown against the nearest tree and becoming unconscious.

"Ka, Kaolla!"

At first, Keitaro was taken aback by this sudden burst of violence. His first impulse was to reprimand her, but he quickly realized that considering Kaolla's current mood and the position he was in, that might not be the best course of action at this point.

"I'm sorry, Kaolla... I... she... she tied me up, and... it just kinda..."

Keitaro's next impulse was to apologize. After all, from the very beginning, he had been constantly been feeling a bit of shame from doing this with her sister in her own room. And just now, Kaolla's words revealed that she had even more reason to be upset at this.

"It's okay, Keitaro."

But just as quickly as it had built up, the anger melted away from Kaolla's face. It still looked more serious than her usual expression, but all the malice was gone.

"I know how my sister is... she forced you into this, didn't she?"

Kaolla spoke while going around the tree to untie the knots that were holding him to it.

"Y, yeah."

Keitaro replied as he felt his arms free up. The very first thing he did was to squeeze himself down under the rope, and the next thing was to raise his boxers and pants back up to his waist. The bindings at his knees and feet made this a bit difficult since he still couldn't stand up, and his semen had managed to stain their front quite noticeably, but doing this was of the utmost importance. Keitaro smiled a little as Kaolla's anger, still so new to him, didn't seem to have changed its direction from to her sister and over to him. He could hear that her voice carried no animosity, and that was enough, even if he couldn't see her, still behind the tree.

He also couldn't see what Kaolla could, which was the red full moon shining through the window and into her green-filled room. And he couldn't see that Kaolla was no longer the Kaolla he knew, but rather the one he had been standing with on the roof earlier that evening, before he had been rudely kidnapped by her older sister.

"Nii-sama..."

Keitaro heard from behind his head as he began to work on the ties around his knees.

"Huh?"

Keitaro whipped his head around, just in time to see Kaolla's face while she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the ground. He could now see that, indeed, this Kaolla had transformed. Her face was still her face, but the features was oh so subtly different, giving her a more womanly air. Her body was still her body, but the way she moved, the way she held herself, were not fitting for the cute 13 year old middle schooler he knew.

"Kaolla, what are you doing?"

Keitaro looked up at the woman sitting on top of him. He had an idea of where this was going, and it unnerved him to no end.

"Nii-sama. As you can see, I've grown up, just like you wanted."

Kaolla sat up and ran her hands down her body, making her point by showing him.

"No, Suu-chan, I'm not your brother!"

Keitaro yelled frantically, getting rather tired of this confusion that the Suu sisters seemed to be having.

"So, to prove my adulthood..."

Kaolla was ignoring his words. And also ignoring his physical resistance, she leaned down to kiss him on the lips.

'Deja vu, huh.'

Keitaro thought to himself inwardly as Kaolla's lips forced their way onto his. But he soon realized that that wasn't completely true. Kaolla was different from her sister, more subtle and hesitant. Her soft lips barely touched his own, and she didn't move them or open her mouth, content with just the light contact. Her hands were still, staying on his shoulders, gripping them with almost no force.

"Am I good enough for you, Nii-sama?"

Kaolla raised her head and looked nervously down at him. Her green eyes quivered anxiously. It was clear that her emotions were overwhelmed by the completion of this moment for which she had transformed.

Keitaro, too, was overwhelmed by his own unexpected emotions. Kaolla's youthful exuberance, her cute face that radiated pinkish glow through her brown cheeks, her small, girlish body that looked so fragile despite her usual rowdiness, all of these had worked to make him feel absolutely no sexual or romantic attraction to her. But now, looking up at her mature-looking face, her red top that accentuated her growing breasts, her long, slender limbs that held her body atop his, Keitaro could feel his heart beating faster. And still, her eyes looked so innocent, so pure in their desire for his approval, that there was no way for him to refuse her.

"Yes, Kaolla."

Keitaro replied, almost in a daze.

"It makes me happy to hear that from you, Nii-sama."

And for the first time, Keitaro saw Kaolla's adult form really smile. It was beautiful, genuine, so unlike the usual default smile that her face was always in, and he could see that this one clearly conveyed her happiness from deep within her heart.

Keitaro felt his heart skip a beat. In fact, his heart felt like it was beating so viciously and so quickly, that he wondered if it might burst out of his chest. But that feeling was replaced by the feeling of Kaolla's hands which, like her sister's feet had done before, were unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

"Suu-chan? What do you think you're doing?"

"You told me that when I became a woman... or do you actually not want me, Nii-sama?"

Kaolla stopped and looked back at him. Again, the genuine look of confusion and of seeking approval caught Keitaro off guard.

"No, the problem is..."

"Then you must keep your promise!"

Kaolla interrupted him before sliding down his underwear and pants back down to their knees, where they had been when she had first entered. The embarrassment from showing his penis, which was about half erect and had been growing slowly for some time, again to her was replaced by Keitaro's surprise at Kaolla's rudeness.

"Really, why do you keep trying to delay this? I did my part, so it is your turn to do yours, Nii-sama!"

She spoke while grabbing his partially erect dick and stroking it. Her agitation was evidenced not only by her voice but also by her actions, and her hand moved viciously over the surface of Keitaro's overly sensitive member, squeezing it tightly with no regard for his comfort.

"Ow, ow, Suu-chan, you're hurting me!"

Keitaro yelped in pain, even as the attention from her hand made his penis grow even more stiff.

"Oh!"

Kaolla flinched back in surprise.

"I'm sorry! It's just that..."

A look of worry replaced the anger in her face.

"I've been wanting this for so long..."

Kaolla leaned into Keitaro's crotch and took in as much of his penis as she could into her small mouth. As if apologizing and making up for her rough treatment from earlier, she licked and sucked on it lightly, feeling it grow bigger and bigger, forcing her head back. She could taste his pre-come flowing out, as well as some of his semen that was still on it from before, and she eagerly swallowed it all.

"Arg... Suu-chan... stop..."

Keitaro knew that if this continued, they would end up going somewhere that he knew they would regret. But with both the pleasure and the sight of Suu making his mind hazy, he felt his will to stop become weaker. Grabbing Kaolla's hair with both hands, he tried to push her away with one and pull her in with the other.

"I'm going to take what you owe me, Nii-sama... you can't stop me..."

Having judged that Keitaro's penis had grown as much as it was going to, Kaolla backed off and straddled him at the waist. Her green skirt still hid her all of her lower body above her ankles, but he could feel the wet lips of her labia touch and spread apart to accommodate the head of his penis.

"Suu-chan... please... no..."

Keitaro spoke so quietly that he himself doubted that she could hear him. If she did, she was ignoring it. Holding his shoulders down and looking down into his eyes with blank green pupils, Kaolla lowered herself slowly.

"Mm...!"

Keitaro moaned involuntarily at the feeling of just his glans being sucked into Kaolla's vagina. Like her body, it was small and tight, and the immense pressure made him feel as if he was about to go mad. Somewhere inside, he still wanted to fight back, but by now all his muscles had been paralyzed, forcing him to sit back and enjoy the ride. Kaolla continued.

"Oh...! Nii-sama!"

Kaolla's face was all smiles, even while the pain of the oversized object entering her was making tears run down her cheeks. Aided by the fluids that coated and were being produced by both their genitals, she kept bending her knees more and more, letting her vagina swallow up Keitaro's penis until there was no more to swallow.

"Ooooooohhhh...."

Kaolla let out a long, satisfied sigh when she finally reached the hilt. She still smiled down at him with blank eyes, and Keitaro started wondering if her tears were from pain, joy, or pleasure.

"Now... Nii-sama... is finally... mine..."

Kaolla whispered through gritted teeth. Keitaro, too, had his mouth clamped completely shut, the heat and tightness proving too much for him to bear. Even having come just a few minutes prior, and even with Kaolla not moving, he felt that he was on the verge of exploding. When Kaolla put her hands on his chest and moved herself up and down, he couldn't help but grab at the grass and close his eyes tightly from the intensity of the pleasure.

"Nii-Nii-sama...! Nii-sama!"

Kaolla shouted out in voiceless whispers. The pleasure of being filled up by her beloved had been incomparably satisfying, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that greeted her when she started to move her hips. She moved in fast and incredibly short strokes, barely letting any of Keitaro's penis leave before slamming herself down again. Seeing 'Nii-sama' claw at the ground beneath him and contort his face in pleasure only took hers higher. But soon enough, she found herself in the same position as he, squeezing Keitaro's shoulders, her eyes and mouth shut as tightly as they would go.

"Mmmm...! Suu-chan..."

Keitaro still didn't know what to say or think, but he did manage to figure out that he had definitely passed the point of no return. It was almost a relief, and he began to concentrate on the incredible pleasure that continued to assail him each time Kaolla lowered her hips. Slipping his hands under her skirt, Keitaro began to lightly rub the inside and front of her thighs. It was also at this point that he noticed Kaolla stop her motions.

"Keitaro?"

Keitaro opened his eyes in surprise, both at the word and the voice. Looking down at him was Kaolla Suu, the one he had met and lived with, the only one he had known until today. Heck, even her hair was back in a ponytail. His already fast beating heart sped up even more at the realization.

"Keitaro? Wh-ah-what's going on?"

Despite having just transformed, the pleasure was still there, and Kaolla found herself out of breath.

"We-oh!-we're having sex, ah, aren't we?"

Kaolla, too, had come to a realization of the position she was in.

"Umm..."

Keitaro had no idea how to respond. It was one thing to do this with a completely - perhaps overly - willing 'adult,' but to have this young girl wake up, completely oblivious, to find herself with him inside... really, what could one say? All he could do was freeze up and hope he could find a way out, although his frozen brain made that an impossibility.

"Keitaro, did you jump me in my sleep?"

Kaolla referred back to what she had said to him the night before.

"N, no, Suu-chan! You've got it all wrong!"

Keitaro objected, even while she was on top of him, still holding his fully erect member within her. In fact, why was that? The first thing he should've done was to throw her off. And so he did.

Or at least he tried. When he reached to grab Kaolla's waist to pick her up and off him, he found his hands stopped and restrained by hers.

"No, Keitaro. I told you, it's okay as long as it's Keitaro... because..."

Kaolla finally recalled her last memory, that of angrily kicking her older sister away from the tied-up Keitaro.

"Because, I love Keitaro."

With that, she began to move her hips again - or, to her memory, for the first time. She moved more slowly, more cautiously, as if she wasn't completely sure of what she was doing. Regardless, this caused the pleasure to start building up again in both of them, and Keitaro felt his body grow weak again.

"Su-Suu-chan... no, you should stop..."

Keitaro still had the lucidity to feel the weight of the immense guilt that had hit him the moment he had realized that Kaolla had transformed. But that guilt was starting to melt away after he heard Kaolla's words and saw her actions.

"Mmm...! Nya...!"

Kaolla let out small, sharp, high-pitched moans, as she, too, felt the pleasure get to her. All this was new to her, not just the feeling of something in her vagina, but also the phenomenon of waking up to find herself already so turned on and filled with pleasure. She moved her hips faster and faster, covering her mouth with her hands in order to block the louder and louder moans that were coming out of it.

"Suu-chan...! Oh, Suu-chan!"

Keitaro was fully immersed now, completely lost in the pleasure that the little foreign girl was causing in him. He was impressed at the amazing speed with which her muscular body allowed her to move, and he was mesmerized by the sight of her cute and youthful face, twisted up and partially covered by her hands.

It was then that he also noticed a second pair of brown hands wrap around Kaolla's body and grab her breasts through her top. Following the arms, he quickly realized that they belonged Amalla.

"Huh? Ah, Nee, Nee-sama?"

Kaolla, too, noticed her sister when she felt her hands on her breasts and her warm body embracing hers from behind. Kaolla was still moving up and down, her brain not allowing the unexpected newcomer to stop the constant stream of pleasure it was getting.

"I see, I understand now, Kaolla... it was so rude of me to do that without even asking you... you love Keitaro."

Amalla whispered into her little sister's ear while rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples through the red cloth.

"I'm so sorry, Kaolla... I'm so sorry... Maybe... I can make it up to you, somehow."

With that, Amalla lowered her head and brought it under Kaolla's skirt. Keitaro could feel her cheek against his pelvis and her hand lightly squeezing his testicles, but it was Kaolla who really felt her, as Amalla began to lightly nibble and lick her clitoris.

"Mmm...! Nee-chan...! Keitaro...!"

Kaolla's screams were thankfully muffled by her hands, as it surely would have been noticed by anyone in or around the Hinata dorm. In fact, Keitaro figured that his aunt down at her restaurant probably would've heard it as well.

"I'm... I'm... coming...!"

Kaolla continued to scream into her hands as her body locked up and froze while her orgasm swept through her little body. With her thighs, she squeezed Keitaro so hard that it began to hurt both of them, and she arched her back, causing her to throw her head back and look up at the ceiling. Wave after wave of pleasure continued to hit her body and travel through it, and this was augmented by her older sister's tongue and lips that were still busy at work on her clitoris.

"Mmm...! Suu-chan...!"

Keitaro also felt himself cross the edge, the sight of Kaolla's ecstatic face and the feeling of her vagina tightening around and squeezing his penis during her orgasm bringing him over the threshold. He felt himself fire deep into her again and again, Amalla's massaging threatening to squeeze his balls of all of their contents.

"Mmm. You may not be Nii-sama, but you're not bad, Keitaro."

Amalla spoke after pulling her head out from under her little sister's skirt. Her lips and chin were slightly dirtied by his semen, which she was busy licking off.

"Really, I'm impressed, coming so much, even after what I did to you."

Keitaro just looked at her with unfocused eyes, still too exhausted to reply or even to think about what to reply with. He turned his eyes to Kaolla, who looked just as exhausted. But also on her face was a strange sort of smile, as if she was fully content.

"Keitaro..."

"Yes?"

"I love you..."

Kaolla fell forward and into his arms. She gave him a light kiss on the lips before leaning her head against his chest.

"But Keitaro, I'd still like to know how we did this..."

She spoke lazily, as if about to fall asleep.

"Umm... well... I'm not sure I understand completely myself. All I know is that while you were untying me, you suddenly... changed... you started calling me 'Nii-sama' and kinda forced yourself to me..."

"..."

"Suu-chan?"

Keitaro looked down at Kaolla, who was asleep and drooling onto his chest.

"Heh, that's so like Kaolla."

Amalla lightly stroked Kaolla's hair and cheeks.

"But, I can tell you what happened. See the window behind you?"

Keitaro twisted his head around to see.

"You can see it through the glass now; I'm sure that when Kaolla was untying you, she must have seen the full red moon. Remember, I already told you that she transformed thanks to you under the red moonlight?"

"Yeah..."

Keitaro recalled the little monologue she had forced on him when he was first tied up.

"I see..."

It somehow made sense, in that crazy Suu sort of way.

"But, Amalla-san, what are you going to do now?"

Keitaro realized that he still had to fear for his life, if he was the one who was responsible for Kaolla's transformations and causing too much strain in her body.

"Well, as Kaolla said, she loves you... possibly even more than she loves Nii-sama. That's why she transformed back to her normal form even when the red moon was still out - because she loves Keitaro and Keitaro doesn't care if she's an adult or not."

It shocked Keitaro a little to hear this approval from Kaolla's older sister, especially considering her age. Then again, he thought, maybe such a thing is not a big deal where she comes from. After all, she had been more than happy to join in when she woke up. But even more importantly...

"Um, does that mean you don't have to kill me?"

"Hehehe... yes, it looks like I can leave things as they are for now."

Amalla gently lifted Kaolla's sleeping body and placed her on a tree branch.

'Plus, that'll mean I get to have Nii-sama for myself...'

She whispered under her breath.

"Did you say something, Amalla-san?"

Keitaro asked while untying the rope around his knees and feet.

"Oh, hahaha, it's nothing. Just, I suppose I should apologize for tying you up and... well, you know what I did. Really, I'm sorry. I was being rash and stupid."

"Oh."

Keitaro, who had managed to stand up, blushed when he remembered.

"It's... it's okay..."

It really was. It had been quite pleasurable for him, even if a mixture of fear and hatred were the feelings he was feeling at that time.

"Keitaro, you probably should be getting back to your room - I've only observed this dorm for a few days, but even I know that if you were to be discovered here, you likely won't make out of it alive."

"Oh, er, um, right."

Keitaro ripped off tattered remains of his shirt and sweater. If he ran into anyone in the hallway, it might get some odd looks, but having half-ripped clothes would look even more suspicious.

"I'm sorry about that, too... of course, I was planning on getting you a whole new set of clothes when we moved back to my home, so I thought nothing of it at the time... I'd offer to pay for a new set, but our money doesn't seem to be of much use here."

"Heh, that's okay, it's no worse than what Motoko does on a daily basis, anyway - I've grown quite accustomed to buying new clothes very often."

"And Keitaro. You're going to have to take responsibility. Take care of Kaolla. The reason I'm not killing you is because she loves you, and because I'm sure she's in good hands. If that changes..."

Amalla was smiling, but for some reason, her eyes still sent a chill down Keitaro's spine.

"Well, I'm sure you can figure it out yourself. I'll be sleeping here and saying goodbye to Kaolla in the morning when she wakes up, but I guess this is goodbye for us."

Keitaro said goodbye and left the room. Thankfully, it was late enough that no one else was up at the time, so he made it back to his room with no trouble. He fell asleep wondering how things would be like between him and Kaolla from then on.

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Well, this was an interesting one to write. I always wanted to see something with Amalla, but, alas, she doesn't appear in any story that I know of, and Kaolla is an absolute rarity as well. Which is why I decided to write this. Like my other stories, the ending is more of a stop than a proper ending.

At 6500 words, it's about average in length, I suppose.

This is my fourth story (and 6th chapter of a story) here, and I'm already starting to find that I'm having a hard time not repeating terms, phrases, and words from my previous stories for the sex scenes. I suppose this is something all adult fiction writers run into - you can't write every sex scene the same, but you also don't have an unlimited way of writing them so that they're easy to read. I also found myself accidentally borrowing phrases from other stories here that I enjoyed (particularly The Trinket and Weapon of Mass Destruction - both excellent stories here in the Love Hina section), which I made sure to change - but the fact is, I don't know if I didn't catch all of them.

Once again, I humbly request that if you read all the way down here that you leave a review, and that if you don't have the time, at least leave a 1-5 rating. I also want to plug my story, Garden of Thanatos (http://anime.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600041477), a Tsukihime story in the Misc section; since the Misc section gets almost no hits, neither does that story. If you enjoyed this, you might enjoy that one.

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