phil@email.unc.edu (Phil Lee) THE GREEN CASTLE A KOR Lemon Fan-Fic by Phil Lee (phil@email.unc.edu) WARNING: This fan-fic contains explicit sexual descriptions. If you don't like it, don't read it. The events depicted in this fan-fic take place after the Shin-KOR novel, itself a document of untamed lust and raging hormones. We all know what Matsumoto- sensei has on his mind. (Hmmm...on second thought, Matsumoto would probably be insulted to think to think that he had been teaching me to write stuff like this. Make that Matsumoto-sama.) Which reminds me - All characters depicted in this fan-fic are the intellectual property of Matsumoto Izumi. I'm abusing his creation in the name of parody. Woo woo. I'd like to dedicate this fan-fic to James Holman. Comments are welcome - send 'em to phil@email.unc.edu. The more amusing flames may wind up on the TAAS mailing list. Certain TAAS Presidents are encouraged to abuse me at the next meeting instead of sending hate-mail. "Now that you mention it, Oniichan has been going through an awful lot of tissues recently." - Kurumi, Shin-KOR Presented by One Handed Typist Productions *** "DAMN IT ONIICHAN, GET A HOTEL!" Manami looked up as her (slightly) younger sister Kurumi vented her rage at the wall. Despite the outburst, an assortment of gasps and moans, along with a steady creaking, continued to be heard escaping through the walls. While the rent was cheap at the Green Castle, the building materials reflected this, and there was little privacy to be had from the sexual escapades of everyone's favorite esper couple, currently occupying themselves in the room beside the twins'. "Give them a break Kurumi. After all, it is Madoka-san's birthday." Kurumi snorted at her sister. "Still, you'd think Oniichan would have sense enough to save enough money for a hotel instead of blowing it all on gifts! Hell, I would have loaned him the cash had he asked!" Kyosuke had indeed spent all his money on the birthday celebration. It had been yet another affair at ABCB, marred only by the absence of Hikaru. Kyosuke and Madoka had both been a bit melancholy at the party, thinking about Hikaru - not that her memory had slowed down their sex life that evening. Normally, this still wouldn't be a problem, as they could simply go to Madoka's house. However, as luck would have it, her parents were actually home from touring for a change, leaving Madoka to go play her favorite instrument elsewhere. Manami shrugged and returned to reading _Tokyo Babylon_. Kurumi fumed for a moment, then ploped down on the bed, grabbing Jingoro out of mid-air to pet him. Jingoro yowled for a moment, then gave up, allowing his tormentor to have her way with him. Outside, the storm that had hit that evening gained in strength, wind roaring and rain pelting the windows. In the distance, lighting flashed, waves of thunder reaching the apartment seconds later. For a while, neither said anything, Manami flipping through her manga, Kurumi muttering curses under her breath. Next door, Kyosuke and Madoka kept screwing. Manami put down the manga. "They're still going strong. Maybe endurance is an esper power." Kurumi looked up, startled. "Oneechan!" Manami looked defensive. "Don't you wonder about that? God, poor Madoka must be sore in the mornings..." Kurumi snorted. "Poor Madoka indeed. At least she has sex on a regular basis." "Not that we have sex on any basis", replied Manami. "Of course, we could always give Hatta and Komatsu a call..." Both twins looked at each other for a moment, then shook their heads in unison. "No. No way in hell." A terrific booming was heard as lighting flashed dangerously close to the building. The lights flickered, then died, leaving the twins in darkness. Kurumi yelped, and Jingoro made a mad dash for the door, only to be snared by telekinesis before he could escape. The moans from next door continued unabated. "Geez," Manami said admiringly, "those two are really something." Kurumi shuddered, not particularly concerned about Oniichan's escapades at the moment. "This is pretty spooky. Hold on while I find the candles." Manami curled up on her bed as Kurumi wandered off in search of a light source. As much as she hated to admit it, the noises next door were starting to get to her. Hearing Madoka's orgasms just next door had an arousing affect, awakening a slight burning inside of her. She had been allowing her mind to wander, hoping an appropriate fantasy would come to mind. For some reason, she hadn't been able to think of anyone, except... Kurumi walked back in, lit candle in hand, shutting the door behind her. "At least the storm's picked up enough that we can't hear them." At that moment, a loud cry echoed throughout the apartment. "Well, not for the most part." Manami simply stared at Kurumi, noticing how her hair gleamed in the candlelight, the contours of her face sharply outlined. Kurumi placed the candle on the nightstand beside their beds, and, oblivious to the attention she was receiving, begin to undress. Manami gulped as she watched Kurumi slip out of her shorts, pull her t-shirt over her head, and remove her bra, freeing her ample breasts. Manami realized that Kurumi's figure had been improving steadily during the past few years, a fact that was strikingly obvious as she admired the beauty that her sister had become... Manami looked away. *This isn't right*, she thought. *Kurumi is my SISTER! I shouldn't be thinking about things like this!* She glanced back at Kurumi, and was greeted with the sight of her bending over, searching through the dresser drawers for a nightshirt. Manami's gaze slowly went up her sister's smooth, muscular legs, her heartbeat increasing as her attention came closer and closer to the wisps of dark hair escaping from the white cotton panties that concealed the cleft between Kurumi's legs... She shook her head violently back and forth. "WE'RE SISTERS!" Manami froze as she realized she had vocalized her thoughts. Kurumi finished putting on a long nightshirt, and gave Oneechan a puzzled look. "How long did it take you to reach this startling conclusion?" Again, thunder roared, causing the twins to jump. Jingoro attempted yet another in an endless series of escapes, and failed as Kurumi's mind yanked him back. "I'm starting to get the creeps. Slide over Oneechan." With that, Kurumi walked over to Manami's bed and slid under the covers. Manami's heart stopped beating for a moment. Kurumi floated Jingoro over to the bed and resumed petting him. "You know, it would be nice to have someone like Oniichan to love." Kurumi paused for a moment. "Not Oniichan of course, but, you know someone like him. Or at least someone else. What do you think, Oneechan?" Manami hadn't really heard any of this. She had been sitting stock still, acutely aware of her sisters body beside her. The fire deep inside of her begin to grow as she took in the scent of Kurumi's hair, the firmness of her rear pressed into Manami's thigh, the feeling of her hand lightly touching Kurumi's shoulder... Kurumi rolled over to face her sister. "Oneechan?" Manami looked down, deep into Kurumi's eyes. Kurumi stared back, startled by the intensity of her sister's gaze. Her heart pounding Manami slowly bent down to kiss Kurumi softly on the lips. Time seemed to stop, until the room was briefly filled with the flash of lightening, followed by a tremendous thunderclap. Jingoro dashed out of the room; this time, Kurumi did nothing to stop him. Manami broke the kiss and looked down on her sister, gently stroking her hair. Kurumi lay there in shock. "Oneechan..." Manami didn't know what to say, so she just sat there continuing to stroke Kurumi's hair. After a few moments, tears started to flow, and Manami softly begin to sob. "I'm sorry Kurumi, I don't know why I feel this way, and I know it's horrible, please forgive me, I don't-" Kurumi sat up and cut off her sister with a brief kiss. "It's alright Manami. You didn't do anything wrong. It's ok." With that, Kurumi slid off Manami's glasses and gave her a lingering kiss. Manami gave a small chuckle and wiped the tears from her eyes as they finished the kiss. "You know, I can't see a thing without my glasses." Kurumi undid Manami's ponytail, freeing her long, dark locks, running her fingers through her sister's hair. "I think we'll be able to manage somehow." Manami leaned over and blew out the candle, leaving the twins in darkness. She pushed her sister back down on the bed, slowly trailing kisses down her neck. Kurumi's breathing quickened as she felt her sister's fingers running up and down her sides, carefully sliding underneath her nightshirt. Kurumi's own hands were exploring Manami's back, tugging at the shirt, and lifting it up over her sister's head. With practiced movements, Kurumi unfastened Manami's bra, sliding it over her shoulders to reveal firm breasts with erect nipples. Manami pushed her sister's nightshirt up over her head, and slid it off, tossing it on the floor. Kurumi gasped as Manami's kisses continued down her body, reaching her breasts where Manami's tongue explored her nipples. Kurumi felt her nipples hardening as Manami playfully nipped at them. "Oneechan..." In return, Kurumi's hands gently explored Manami's body, escaping to rest on her breasts, Kurumi's thumbs slowly rubbing across her sister's already stiff nipples. Manami paused and let out a slight groan at Kurumi's touch, relishing the sensation, as she first slipped out of her shorts, then slid off her underwear. Manami leaned forward to give her sister another long kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, gently probing. Manami's hands slid down Kurumi's body, moving up and down her legs, caressing her smooth skin, slipping up her inner thighs, removing her panties. Kurumi gasped as Manami's hand reached her womanhood and begin to carefully explore. Manami's kisses trailed down her body, until she had positioned her head between Kurumi's legs. Kurumi moved her legs apart, allowing Manami to begin giving gentle kisses, probing with her tongue, stimulating the stiff bulb of Kurumi's clitoris. Kurumi's back arched and her legs wrapped themselves around Manami's head as the sensations steadily grew in intensity. "Oneechan..." Determined to return the favor, Kurumi carefully reached out with her mind. Manami gasped as she felt her sister's invisible touch slowly reaching inside of her, creating a rush of sensation. Manami returned to her task, finding it more difficult to concentrate than before, squirming in response to Kurumi's mental projections. Not to be outdone by her sister, Manami reached out with her own mind, lifting Kurumi up from the bed. Manami sat up and, holding Kurumi aloft at head level, continued working at her sister in earnest. Kurumi's moans of ecstasy increased as she hovered in mid-air, reaching ever closer to release. Soon, Kurumi begin shaking uncontrollably, as sensations wracked her body. With a cry, Kurumi's body stiffened as orgasm took her. Manami slowly lowered her sister down to the bed, leaning forward to kiss her deeply. After taking a moment to recover, Kurumi sat up and pushed Manami back down on the bed, her hands returning to her nipples, returning the kisses with enthusiasm. Manami shuddered as her sister continued to reach inside of her mentally, the unseen force relentlessly stroking her. Manami felt herself loosing coherent thought as she reached orgasm, gasping as time and space seemed to wrench apart... The sisters lay in each others arms, carefully caressing the other, occasionally exchanging soft kisses. Manami sighed contentedly, feeling the breeze on her naked body, basking in the warmth of the sun. Manami sat bolt upright. Breeze? Sun? The sisters boggled as they realized there were lying on top of a grassy hill on a bright sunny day, overlooking a small village. Kurumi started at her sister. "Oneechan! What happened?" Manami gulped as she took in the situation. "I...I'm not sure. Perhaps it was time travel. Ojiichan mentioned once that latent powers would occasionally lay dormant until a great shock released them..." Kurumi giggled. "A great shock?" Manami grinned for a moment, then begin to look worried. "Kurumi, we're stuck in an unknown time, without any clothing or money, or anything! We've got to get home! What are we going to do?" Kurumi smiled and gave Manami a kiss. "Well, we know how we got here..." *** Phil Lee | phil@email.unc.edu | http://blake.oit.unc.edu/~phil | FnordChan "I am not an atomic playboy." - Vice Admiral W.H.R. Blandy | Hail Eris!