A Night Alone

“Damn him…” Rukia sighed gently, entering the Kurosaki residence for the last time that night; she had just finished yet another day of seeking out Ichigo’s practically vanished spiritual pressure, something that should never have happened; his control over his own exertions was abhorrent at best, and yet, there he was, just gone… the dejected look on Rukia’s face silenced Karin’s questioning before they could even leave the little girl’s mouth.

“I’m going to take a shower, then go to bed.” Rukia said gently, giving Karin a weak smile; the Kurosaki Sisters had already taken their baths, and had been waiting for Rukia to come home before going to bed themselves; it was hard enough to deal with one disappearance, they didn’t need their new ‘room mate’ vanishing too. With a soft nod, Karin stood from the kitchen table wearing her light blue pajamas, and went to get Yuzu from the living room; she had likely been unable to stay awake so late, and was probably at least half asleep. But that was beyond Rukia’s caring; the adopted Kuchiki noble was worn to the bone, and a quick bath would do her good.

She made a brief detour into the bedroom of the two other girls, or the ‘Official Kurosaki-Home Girls Only Room’, as Yuzu liked to refer to it; she had gotten Rukia into the habit as well, and she had to admit, it was adorable. Karin and Yuzu’s names were on a small plaque on the door, and hanging beneath it was a piece of paper, taped to the door, with a crudely drawn rabbit etched over the face of the paper: Rukia’s personal touch. She stepped into the room just long enough to collect her yellow pajamas, stolen from Yuzu’s closet so long ago, from off of her bed before closing the door and walking across the hallway and into the bathroom. She turned the water on, allowing it to run steaming hot for a few moments before applying the cold faucet, which would prevent the water from scalding the poor girl alive. Sighing gently, Rukia looked at herself in the full length mirror situated on the far wall from the door, next to the sink; she looked fairly good, she thought, wearing a light blue sundress borrowed from Yuzu, as all of her clothes were; she preferred the dresses over the tomboyish wear of Karin.

With a sigh, she reached her hands behind her head to gently undo the three buttons holding the top of the dress closed; with a slow movement, she slid the dress over her head before looking at herself in the mirror again, steam clouding its edges and slowly sliding inward. She was used to seeing herself, but that did not mean she was entirely satisfied. A bra didn’t cover her breasts; she didn’t have need for one, though it was hard for her to tell whether that was a blessing or a curse. She ran her hands over her slight curves and half closed her eyes, imagining it was Ichigo’s hands running over her sides, then up to her small, soft breasts. Her rosy buds were already starting to rise to attention, making her shiver softly when her fingers danced over the hardening bumps. Her eyes trailed down to her slight hips, where the pink lace panties hung somewhat low, the waistband resting just between her hips and the bones in the sides of her hips. She could feel a heat beginning to build between her legs, and knew well what that preceded.

Before the undergarments that she counted among her favorites could be soiled by something she decided she could hardly control, her fingers slid from her breasts to her hips; in her mind’s eye, however, it was Ichigo, standing tall behind her, pressing her half-naked body against him, who slid his hands down to her soft pink panties, aiming to reveal her full body to both their eyes via the mirror she stood before. They only needed to slide down past her fairly well rounded buttocks before she was able to simply release them, letting them fall to a pool at her feet. She closed her eyes and shivered lightly as his hands caressed the swell of her bottom, the only part of her as rounded as expected of her feminine body, giving her a good squeeze, hard enough to leave a red hand-shaped imprint on her milky skin. She bit her lip gently as his hands slid along her hips, fingers slowly closing in on her slowly moistening sex. His fingers caressed her lips gently and she gasped, half opening her eyes to see his exploration… and saw her own finger preparing to slowly prod its way into her aching pussy. With a soft sigh, the illusion too suddenly broken, she shook her head and stepped beneath the quickly falling water of the shower.

She shivered softly as the still-hot water quickly covered her body, sending droplets down her body in waves and rivulets; she looked down and smiled gently in humor as a bit of water gathered at her still hard nipples, beginning to drip through the air only a short distance away from the rest of her… but that heat still burned between her legs. She sighed gently, knowing that the water wouldn’t be enough to quell her now flaming urge; closing her eyes, she found herself once again pinned against the only Kurosaki son, his well-formed abdomen and chest holding her back and head to him, his hands once again sliding down her stomach. He had to bend over a bit to get everything he wanted, but that was fine by Rukia; his lips left a trail of fire over her neck and shoulder as his hands slid down to slowly run over the slit of her opening, her slick liquid meeting his fingers quickly enough, encouraging his caresses, urging him onward. When his full hand came down to rest against her crotch, his palm slowly rubbing fully against her, she couldn’t help but groan softly, a shiver running through her body. When his middle finger suddenly curled inward, slowly pushing past her slightly swollen lips, she moaned a bit louder, the finger rising upward to caress along the ridge at the top of her womanhood. The base of his finger slowly caressed and rubbed her slowly exposing clit, making her whimper in uncomfortable pleasure-

“Rukia, hurry up; the hot water’ll turn off soon.” Rukia gasped as the loud knocking threw her out of her fantasy for the second time, Karin’s voice reminding her that she didn’t have the luxury of exploring herself, of dreaming of the man who would probably never to do her the things she imagined he would. She looked down in mixed shame and pleasure at her own hand, which had just been pried from the job it had devoted itself from, her finger still buried to the second knuckle within her. Slowly she withdrew her digit, sighing as she brought it before herself, resting the finger against her lips and closing her eyes, taking a deep inhalation of her own scent. She sighed again, wishing so badly she could return to dreaming of Ichigo… but apparently, time was against her; while her fantasy outside the water had only lasted seconds, this was, apparently, minutes long, and the water was beginning to cool on her. She turned the water off begrudgingly, grumbling to herself; she didn’t have a terrible smell about her, she would simply apply a bit of perfume or one of the many other things the Kurosaki family had scattered about the bathroom after toweling off. Within minutes, she was dry and wearing the yellow pinstripe pair of pajamas she’d worn even in Ichigo’s closet. Seconds later, she was in the bedroom she shared with Ichigo’s sisters, stuffing the day’s clothes into the dirty clothes hamper she shared with the other two. She looked over through the darkness and smiled; little Yuzu was buried to the neck in her blankets, sleeping soundly; Karin sat half up in her bed, a pen light in her teeth as she read the final few pages of a new book she had expressed interest in a short while ago. Ichigo had picked it up for her… she had been so happy… Rukia bit back a final sigh.

“Good night, Karin.” Rukia said softly, loud enough for the girl to hear, but not so loud as to disturb the currently lightly sleeping Yuzu; it was painfully easy to wake the girl within the first few hours of her falling asleep, though Rukia and Karin were able to live with it easily enough. She was a worrisome girl, after all, and deserved a good sleep. Karin nodded her acknowledgement to Rukia’s fond wishes, and not long after Rukia laid down her head and closed her eyes, Karin shut off the light, putting her book away.

In her dreams, Rukia again imagined herself with Ichigo, the taller man planting gentle kisses on her cheek and neck, his hands slowly snaking around her waist. Rukia shifted slightly beneath the covers, blushing at Ichigo’s bravery, his hands sliding up to gently massage her breasts through the fabric of her sleeping shirt, his own sisters sleeping not feet away. He muttered her name into her ear, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning his out in return, her sensitive breasts being handled variably gently and roughly. She couldn’t help but let out a gentle gasp as she squeezed her eyes shut, his fingers managing to zero in on her hard again nipples, pinching and tugging lightly before the two hands slowly slid together, starting to undo the buttons of her shirt. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, not daring to make a sound lest she awaken the blonde darling in the bed not far from her. Aching for a brace of some sort, Rukia’s hands slid back, groping… and fell upon Ichigo’s hips, squeezing into him and pulling him closer against her as his hands slid into her now fully opened shirt, caressing her bare breasts. And when she opened her eyes again, her hands were still on the figure’s hips behind her, the other’s hands squeezing and massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples… and kissing the back of her neck. Whimpering in a mixture of bewilderment and hope, Rukia turned her head, trying to catch a glimpse of the one caressing her; when she saw the locks of black hair, illuminated by streams of moonlight bathing the window, the absence of something hard and hot pressing against Rukia’s back became too apparent.

Karin Kurosaki lay with her front against Rukia’s back, her hands pleasing Rukia’s chest with impeccable dexterity as her lips pressed against Rukia’s neck and shoulder, leaving small trails of fire in small circles.

“K-K-Karin!” Rukia choked out, having to constantly pause and bite her lip, concentrating to keep the quiver from her voice, to keep her ecstatic cries from filling the air. “W-what are you… d-d-d… doing?” She hissed, unable to stop her body from lightly grinding backward into Karin’s, the crotch of her pajamas stained by her dripping sex. Rather then answer her, the raven-haired girl suddenly slid in her position, moving completely over Rukia, dragging her body against the rather shocked almost-undressed Shinigami’s; Rukia found herself held in a sort of bear-hug by the girl, her arms pinned to her sides by Karin’s as the younger girl wriggled downward a bit, pressing her face against Rukia’s right breast. The Shinigami had to bite her lip none too gently to keep from crying out as the young girl’s tongue began slowly caressing and running over her small swell, her as-yet avoided nipple rising to attention and begging for affection as little Karin bathed Rukia’s breast with her tongue, making the woman squirm and pant, a bigger stain appearing in her pants.

“Think I don’t know what you were doing in the bathroom?” Karin whispered softly, huskily, in between kisses around and on the breast, still avoiding the aching bundle of nerves with a purpose. “You said his name, you know… we already know you care for him…” And suddenly, two teeth caught the nub between them, squeezing hard before giving a hard tug; it was all Rukia could do to keep from screaming. “But we do, too… so you’ll have to deal with us before you can him.” Rukia could hardly grasp Karin’s words, they were so quiet, and the wonderful aching in her body was threatening to take over her mind, but she heard it well enough. And then Karin was suckling her nipple, making sweet little sounds as she did, her eyes closed as her tongue flicked the rock hard nub, her teeth rubbing it forward and back. It was all the whimpering Rukia could do not to make her pants a fully drenched mess.

Without warning Karin released the nipple, moving over and repeating, from the beginning, her ministrations on the other, hither-to ignored breast, bathing it with her tongue, lips and teeth grazing flesh, raising goosebumps. When her teeth finally met with the second bundle of nerves, Rukia’s breathing hitched, her body suddenly quivering in Karin’s strong grasp; the girl suckled the breast with a grin on her face, staring up and watching Rukia’s own visage, drinking in the sight of the older girl riding the waves of orgasm. When Rukia fell lax in her arms, Karin took her moment, releasing the soundless, gasping Kuchiki girl long enough to slide the sticky, stained pajama bottoms off of her. She then removed her own pajama bottoms, rather quickly at that, before straddling Rukia’s hips, sliding her shirt over her head; the two light blue pieces of fabric mingled with the yellow pants at the foot of the bed before Karin lowered herself again, giving Rukia a deep kiss, gently maneuvering her legs, straddling Rukia’s waist again. When the older woman finally came to, she began to ask what Karin was doing; she was cut off when Karin suddenly ground their crotches together, eliciting a loud moan from the each of them.

“K-Karin, stop! You’ll wake up Yuz-“ Rukia attempted to hiss the warning to the younger girl riding her lap, grinding and groaning, but it was too late; when Rukia looked over, the young blonde was not in her bed. Before she could voice the fact, Rukia was suddenly struck by the night’s next great surprise: as the dripping, sticky sexes of Rukia and Karin ground and rubbed, a single wet thing came down to please them both, gathering some of the juices and making the ride so much easier. On all fours, still wearing her pajamas, on the foot of the bed, crouched little Yuzu, her eyes closed and her face only inches away from the grinding cunts of her sister and their guest. And like a child with a good piece of candy, Yuzu was attacking the two grinding slits with her tongue, making the both of them moan and squirm, panting and writhing, trying to get more and more of the wonderful feeling. With their breath short, the two raven-haired girls crushing their pussies together looked into each other’s eyes, half-lidded and panting, small blushes crossing their cheeks; before either quite knew what was happening, their tongues were doing battle within their open mouths, arms wrapped around each others shoulders, pulling them in tight. Rukia’s legs wrapped around Karin’s waist, the both of them rocking into the face of little Yuzu, her face practically buried between the other two, tongue lapping and caressing everything it could, her fingers clenching the sheets beneath her as she felt her own small girlhood wetting.

The two girls broke their kiss and moaned to the sky, arching their backs at the youngest sibling’s ministrations, their small breasts pressing into each other as their dripping sexes ached with the oncoming orgasm. This was not Yuzu’s first time, obviously, and was using the sounds of her older sister to tell her when release was imminent; the time was very soon. When Karin’s whimpers and groans grew to the familiar crescendo, Yuzu’s small hands moved up and rested upon the soft spheres of Karin’s ass, pressing her face fully against the pressing cunts and moaning as heavily and loudly as she could, something that she knew effected her sister more then favorably; apparently, Rukia took well to it as well. The irises of the two girls dilated as their breathing caught; at the same moment their combined screams split the air as their over-excited crotches constricted and let loose their love juices all over not only one another, but the panting, excited Yuzu’s face as well. The little blond panted as she greedily lapped at the mixed liquids of Rukia and Karin, licking her lips clean as she rubbed her face against the two pink openings of the others, her face sticky and slick with sweat and cum. Her crotch stained her pink silk pajama pants as she easily swallowed every drop of liquid given to her.

Rukia and Karin panted as well, slowly getting over the high of their orgasm, before sharing another slow, sweet kiss, exploring each other’s mouths and bodies with quivering hands. When they broke the kiss, Karin broke their embrace as well, leaning down and taking Yuzu by the shoulders, slowly lifting her to lay between herself and Rukia; as though sharing a mind, Rukia and Karin slowly lifted the shirt off of the tiny blond, both of them giving tiny kisses to Yuzu’s body as they revealed it. After sliding the fabric over her head, Karin made certain the solid piece didn’t come off of Yuzu, sliding it further back down her shoulders and behind her head, making her unable to move her arms; at once, both Karin and Yuzu lowered their mouths to catch perk little nipples, suckling and licking greedily; Yuzu squealed and moaned, writhing beneath her two assailants. Rukia’s mouth left Yuzu’s chest shortly, leaving the girl to Karin’s lips as she slowly licked up Yuzu’s neck, planting gentle kisses over flushed, slick cheeks, and then slow, method licks, taking up the spilled liquid of herself and Karin. Yuzu let another soft moan escape her lips as the Shinigami slowly cleaned her face; not to be out done, Karin’s hand slowly spider-walked down Yuzu’s tummy before easily sliding down the waistband of the slightly stained pink pants, her fingers slowly caressing all around Yuzu’s bare sex.

Rukia smiled as Yuzu made the most adorable face, biting her lower lip and clenching her eyes shut as she held back a loud moan, arching her back slightly as Karin’s finger began to slowly pet within her, parting her lower lips and beginning to gingerly explore her sensitive younger sister. When Yuzu finally had to open her mouth to moan, Rukia lowered herself upon the girl, their tongues mingling within the little blonde’s mouth, Rukia’s hands exploring the back of Yuzu’s head as well as her chest, dancing over her erect little nub left over from Karin’s mouth, whose teeth were now teasing just as much as her tongue. She broke the kiss soon enough, then turned Yuzu’s head slightly, bringing her chest up and pressing a small breast against Yuzu’s lips, forcing her to suckle lightly.

The oldest girl shivered and smiled as the little blonde closed her eyes, fingers squeezing the sheets tightly as her legs clamped down around Karin’s hand. Karin knew and loved that reaction, and when her thumb gently massaged the clit of her sister, she knew the response well enough to get it even through Rukia’s small breast. Karin’s fingers rubbed along the sensitive upper ridge within Yuzu quickly as she began slowly thrusting in and out of the little girl, hearing her whimpering and moaning and absolutely adored it. When she flicked Yuzu’s clit a final time, it was just enough: the little blond accidentally bit down on Rukia’s nipple as she screamed, her little thighs pulling Karin’s hand in tight as she came a torrent, soaking her sister’s palm and fingers as she shook and quivered. She released Rukia’s nipple with a loud sigh, and when Rukia inched downward, the blond simply snuggled into her without a word. Karin joined them soon afterward, smiling as she brought her sticky hand up to be licked at by the three of them.

With no words needing to be spoken, the three girls hugged each other tight, naked and satisfied as they closed their eyes; they knew by now that Isshin slept like a log, dead to the world around them, and did not at all fear being awoke by him; after nearly being murdered by Karin so many years ago, he dared never take a step into their room. As the three shared a final kiss, hugging and cuddling close to each other close and tight, they shared only two emotions: a newfound ‘love’ for one another, and a temporary hold in the break in their hearts, one that would only be fully healed when Ichigo returned to them.