Kasumi's Turn (part 2)

"Kasumi! Nabiki! Akane!"

Three names were called out. A slender man with a preened mushtashe sat egerly at the head of the dinner table. He kept a postcard flipping through his knucles. As his Three sweet angels swept in from their areas of rest.

Kasumi glided in carrying a tray of tea and four cups. Her english style dress and apron out of place for the late twentith century, but not out of place on her. Her long dark brown hair in its ponytail, pulled gentlly over her right sholder...

Nabiki strode in, having left her books and abacus in the other room. Her short-shorts showing off her long legs and hugging her Round butt Her light shirt neither hiding, nor flaunting her breasts...

Akane Jogged in. She was a little flushed from her work out, but smashing bricks and breacking 4x6s were getting too easy. She wore her yellow Gi. It showed her blocky form, from her thickly mucsled thighs to her overdeveloped arms and sholders. Her muscles over shadowed her healthy bust and child bearing hips...

Soun knew he should not think of his Daughters as Sexual beings, but when you are as blessed with three beauties like these...there were some thoughts that would not be banished.

"Daughters, I have called you here to tell you about an old friend of mine due to arrive here soon. He and His Son are returning from a 10 year training trip." Soun took a deep breath.

"I have Good news. My Good Friend and I have Pledged that his Son would wed one of My lovely Daughters!"

"WHAT!" brust from two young female throats... "Oh my," a few seconds later...

The Bell rang outside the gate. Followed soon by a knock at the door. Soun bolted for the door...only to stumble back into the dinning room followed by a giant Panda carrying someone over its shoulder...

That night....

Male type Ranma made some commit about the buffness of the girl he was most likely to marry, and the sweet girl that she is... she tried to brain him with the table...

Tried...as she grabed the table to lift it... a jo stick rapped the table a few short inches from the young girl's fingers. "Ranma, You will say you are sorry." The whisper soft voice of the eldest daughter. "Akane, you will not hit Ranma. If Ranma misbehaves, there are other ways of retraining him. Just Bashing him with large blunt objects will not work here."

Everyone just looked at Kasumi...her family because this was a new trend for her...the Saotome's perked at the word 'retrain'.