"Kasumi Vs. Ayane - Story"
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Kasumi Vs. Ayane - Story
by JaAiden, May 2, 2008, 12:26:58 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Horror
A Sister's Love: Kasumi VS Ayane
By Ja'Aiden

The girl stood before her now with renewed rage and adamant resolve. Whatever this was about, Kasumi knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. "I should have killed you years ago, runaway shinobi," the enraged Ayane snarled, "Now, I will complete the path I started so long ago."

Kasumi sighed in frustration. It was the same shit, different day. "Why do you want to fight me so badly, Ayane?" Kasumi pleaded, "My dishonor is mine to bear, not yours. I can't fight you. I... could not bear to live with the thought that I'd killed my own sister, and I don't think you could either."

Ayane's rage grew. She spat back at Kasumi, "You are NOT my sister! No more! And your dishonor is a stain on our entire clan. One that master Genra brought with him when he died!"

"Genra... Dead?"

"Of course you wouldn't know, you traitorous bitch. Yes, he's dead. I killed him with my own hands, to save him from a fate worse than death. But he died bearing the scars of your betrayal. For this unthinkable insult, I will kill you."

Kasumi's delicate eyes slowly lowered into a scowl "You've made that threat before, Ayane. Be careful, for I don't take it lightly."

Ayane lowered into her fighting stance, "Today, this is no threat. Today, one of us will die."

Kasumi went into her own fighting stance. Coldly, she replied, "Very well."

The two circled around each other, each looking for weaknesses, mistakes that could be used as an advantage. The secluded grove Ayane had chosen to make their final battleground could not have been a more picturesque locale, and as they slowly began their deadly dance, the light breeze swept their hair. It excited Ayane, making her feel alive in ways she never had before, as the delicate purple silks and linens that wrapped her tight body seemed to come alive. She knew she would soon find satisfaction in the death of her enemy, and it filled her with a joy that made her nipples hard.

Kasumi took no pleasure in the thought of the battle to come. She knew now that she would have to kill her sister, and while she was resigned to this fate, it still saddened her to see someone she shared a childhood, a bloodline with, would be so adamant about wanting to fight her. Kasumi's beautiful face, now expressionless, did not betray the inner tears she was shedding. She could not afford to show weakness now. Every part of her voluptuous body had to remain focused on her enemy. Her enemy who... are her nipples hard?

Seeing the distraction in Kasumi's eyes, Ayane burst forward with a speed Kasumi wasn't prepared for, jabbing her fist into Kasumi's gut and following with a backhand to her face. Kasumi quickly recovered, lunging a kick at Ayane's side, then another to the back of her head that knocked her to the ground. She wasn't down alone for long, though, as she reached out with her legs to pull Kasumi's feet out from under her, a surprise attack that had Kasumi's body slamming into the ground. Before she could recover, she felt Ayane's warm body leap on top of her back, her arm wrapping tightly around Kasumi's neck.

Kasumi used all her strength to fight Ayane's attempts to strangle her, but suddenly, she felt Ayane's other hand reaching for her crotch. As she was again caught by surprise, she gagged as Ayane's grip on her neck tightened. Ayane answered her surprise by playfully whispering into her ear, "let's see if the shinobi bitch even bothered to remain celibate."

Kasumi's eyes widened and she struggled in protest, but was unable to break Ayane's viselike grip as she ripped Kasumi's outfit in half, exposing her to the wind. Enraged, Kasumi shot an elbow into Ayane's gut, which caused her sister to release her grip and clutch her stomach in pain. Kasumi rubbed her neck and shot an angry look at Kasumi, "How dare you!"

Ayane straightened up and smiled cruelly as she looked ay Kasumi's now-exposed pussy, "So, you are still a virgin. It doesn't really matter, though. For all intents and purposes, you're still a shameless whore."

Now it was Ayane's turn to be surprised, as Kasumi pounced in a feral rage that was uncharactaristic of her. Pushing Ayane down to the ground and sitting on her chest, Kasumi pummeled Ayane's face with her fists. Ayane responded by thrusting her legs up and wrapping them around Kasumi's head, throwing her off her body. Kasumi wasn't off for long, though, reaching over and plowing her fist into Ayane's stomach again, this time so hard the girl crumbled into a fetal position.

Standing up again, Kasumi took a handful of Ayane's short lilac-tinted hair in her right hand and forced her to her feet. "So, you want to rip off clothes, do you?" she almost screamed as she brought Ayane's face to hers, "Fine! We'll do it your way!"

And with that, Kasumi reached for Ayane's chest with her left hand and ripped her top open, her small breasts spilling out. Tossing the tattered remains of the top aside, Kasumi started to mockingly fondle Ayane's right breast with her free hand, sneering in her face as the girl tried to recover from the last assault. "So, I'm a whore, am I?" Kasumi took Ayane's nipple between her fingers, caressing it. "That's what you called me, right?" Kasumi's hand turned into a fist, which she drove into Ayane's breast, causing the girl to moan in pain. "Right, little perky-tits?" Kasumi attacked again, bringing another moan out of Ayane. "Funny you should say that," she punched again, causing Ayane to cry out in pain, "because you're the one moaning like a whore right now."

Kasumi released Ayane's hair by throwing her head back. Ayane stood still, clutching her battered chest and stomach, while Kasumi took a step back. "You know what I've always wondered, Ayane?" Kasumi took on her sister's sneering attitude, "I wonder if your hair is purple down there, too," to which Kasumi reached around Ayane's waist and pulled down the rest of her clothing, revealing that she did in fact have a tuft of purple hair. Looking closer, Kasumi realized that her pussy was dripping wet. As her eyes widened in amazement, Ayane weakly called down to her, "Sister..."

Kasumi looked up into Ayane's eyes. Ayane continued, "...it's all too easy to surprise you." Without warning, Ayane drove her knee into Kasumi's face. As Kasumi reeled back, holding her face in her hands, Ayane threw a strong kick right into her cunt, bringing the girl to her knees. Ayane continued to move forward calmly, her pain moments before apparently exaggerated to get the better of her opponent. "You never knew, did you?" she asked, as she threw an uppercut to Kasumi's chin, sending her toppling backwards. Ayane came down and laid gently on top of Kasumi, their two cunts meeting to form an intimate kiss. "I've wanted you for so long, sister," she delicately opened the remains of Kasumi's top as Kasumi continued to cradle her face in her hands. Kasumi's humongous breasts leapt free of their bonds without hesitation. Ayane pouted disappointingly, "why were you the one that got the bigger ones, anyways?"

She looked up to Kasumi's face as if expecting an answer, but her sister was still cradling it in her hands, wailing in pain. Ayane sighed, "now, now. I haven't killed you yet." Wiping Kasumi's hands from her face, she saw she had broken her sister's nose, which was bleeding down her face. Pulling the ribbon from her hair, Ayane removed the last peice of clothing she was wearing, and brought it to Kasumi's face to clean off the blood. She spoke in a tone that was almost nostalgic, "You'll never know how much I loved you, Kasumi. Far more than any sister should, I'd imagine."

Ayane brought her face down to Kasumi, who was now shuddering with pain, fear, and shock. Lifting her sister's mouth to hers, they kissed. For a moment, the two lay there naked, mouth to mouth, breast to breast, pussy to pussy, with Ayane caressing Kasumi's hair as if the two were lovers. As Ayane's tongue played with hers, half of Kasumi felt repulsed and disgusted, and the other half wanted her to release herself to the passionate embrace.

Ayane slowly tilted Kasumi's head back to the ground. Standing up, Ayane brought her hand up to wipe her mouth clean, "I loved you so much, and when you left, you betrayed me more than anyone. Now, I will kill you. Still... before you die, I'll give you a little something. A goodbye present from me to you."

Ayane then grabbed Kasumi's feet and brought them up to her shoulders. She then took her own foot and pressed it down on the back of Kasumi's neck, pinning her to the ground face down and arching her back seductively under Ayane's legs. "You were never taught this technique, Kasumi," Ayane laughed, "because you left before you could learn it. I think that makes this very appropriate." Ayane pinned Kasumi's legs under one arm while she reached down to Kasumi's pussy with the other. Kasumi's legs wiggled weakly in protest, but Ayane was now in full control.

"My foot is pressing on your neck now. As I fuck you with my fingers, you arch your back, tilting your head up. More and more... until you snap your own neck." Kasumi's eyes widened. She pitifully begged, "N-no..." Ayane continued talking, "The idea is, you will orgasm and die at the same time. The way I see it, one as beautiful as you shouldn't have to die a virgin." And then, Ayane thrust her fingers inside Kasumi.

Kasumi was instantly thrown into a world of immense pleasure and unbearable pain. Ayane was well-trained, and as her fingers moved over the folds of Kasumi's vagina, she pleasured Kasumi in ways she didn't even know were possible. But with every moan of sexual joy Kasumi released, she pressed her body closer and closer to the ground, pushing her head farther back against her neck. Kasumi knew she couldn't give in to Ayane, but the young girl's expert hands knew secret places in Kasumi that she herself didn't know existed.

Grinning at the sound of Kasumi's moaning, Ayane laughed, "See? You are a whore. You just didn't know it yet." Kasumi punctuated her moans with a sarcastic reply, "You're... ahhhh... the one... uhnnnn.... doing all... ohhhhhh... the work..."

Kasumi's moans turned to screams as she came closer to climax. She was now sweating profusely, and her entire body shuddered with Ayane's every gesture, her breasts shaking in the air as they hung from her upside-down figure. She was now yelling out the word "NO!" repeatedly, as if trying to will herself out of this seduction. She closed her eyes and tried to move her mind into a trance, and for a moment, it was working, but then she noticed something that shattered her concentration.

As her naked body struggled against Ayane's, her sister was rubbing her pussy against her back, and was now dripping cum all down her body. Kasumi’s mind turned to this act of pure sexual perversion, any attempt at taking herself out of the mood would now be impossible. At this point, she resigned herself to her fate, and they both felt it.

Ayane was now moaning too, though it could barely be heard over Kasumi's screaming. As she pleasured herself on Kasumi's tortured body, she felt a sense of completion she hadn't felt since she was a child. She reached her climax, and knew that Kasumi soon would too. She looked down lovingly at her foot where her sister was screaming. She whispered gently "Goodbye, sister. I love you."

Ayane's hand was now working furiously to finish off her sister. It was nearly done.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaah-*snap*"

Ayane continued to pleasure her sister for a few more seconds as her body shuddered faintly, before growing limp in her arms. When all signs of life were gone, Ayane casually threw her sister's legs to the ground and started to lick her fingers clean. Looking down coldly at the corpse, she coldly stated, "It was more than you deserved, shinobi."

Grabbing the remnants of some clothes to try and cover herself, she started to walk away. Pausing momentarily before leaving, she whispered under her breath, "I'm sorry, sister."