019. Ask Kouki to sew up my ripped shirt.

"Hey, Kouki," I said trying to change the topic, but still act like everything was back to normal. "Could you see about patching up my shirt?" I pulled at the ripped sleeve and show her the big hole I accidentally opened up while I was retrieving Ushi.

She looked at it for only a moment and then answered thoughtfully, "I suppose, but you know your clothes are really too worn to repair. Besides, it's long past time for you to get some new ones that fit better." I supposed she's right, as these were now several years old. "I could make you a new set of clothes if I could take your measurements," Kouki offered.

I looked at the sorry state of my ripped, worn, and ill-fitting clothes sorrowfully. "Yeah, I guess that wouldn't be a bad idea... but we don't have any cloth."

"Actually, I do," Kouki cheerfully responded and then pulled out a bolt of thick black cloth. "Chizu bought it for Mrs. Takahashi, but she said it was too rough for her skin and to take it back. Mr. Cho wouldn't take it back, but I happened to be there and offered to help Chizu with some other chores for the next month and convinced her to give it to me."

"Great!" I said happily. Some new clothes would really suit the new me I thought happily. "What else do you need?"

"Just for you to stand still while I take some measurements," Kouki said while grabbing her measuring stick with some regular lines marked on it. "Set your clothes down and stand here," she directed to the center of the room.

I then looked at her, "Um... naked?" I asked, being a little self-conscious about revealing myself to her.

"Well, fair's fair," she laughingly responded. "Besides, you're my brother, silly," she waved me off as if it was no big deal. "We used to bath together, so I've seen it all before."

I nodded and agreed that was true and I really did need some new clothes. "Yeah, I guess," I said as I pulled off my clothes and set them down out of the way as I stood where she said with my hands shyly covering my naked withdrawn groin. Kouki then went about my body very business-like, measuring as if me being naked was normal as the sun rising.

She measured my arms and legs for length and width, how round my neck was, height to my waist, chest size, and waist size. That last measurement had her kneeling in front of me, her string dangling down on my hands covering myself. "Move your hands please," she instructed to get them out of the way for her measurements, but now nature had other ideas and my penis was growing of its own accord no matter how hard I tried to think unsexy thoughts. She made no notice of my dangling cock and just took her measurement with her string tickling me as she did so.

I suddenly thought I caught her sneaking a few peeks at my lengthening cock and that was the final switch that turned it on to a full-blown hard-on which lifted up and pointed out long and hard while I clenched my eyes shut in embarrassment. "Um, almost done?" I asked, hoping to conceal my manhood due to its reaction.

"Almost," she said examining the string up close. I looked away and tried to think of anything else, but of course, the only thing I could think of now was getting her to start sucking me off.

"Oh," she said after a moment as if she had just noticed it. "I guess I'll have to give you a bit more room in the crotch," she giggled and I know I turned a deep red. I couldn't take anymore and quickly jumped away from her and into my bed to cover my shame.

"I'll have those ready for you tomorrow night," Kouki said as she blew out the candle and also got in bed.

The moonlight was quite bright tonight being almost full, and I was so worked up I couldn't sleep. Everything replayed over and over in my head, even the strange fact that my name has been etched on that obelisk this whole time, for how many hundreds of years and I never knew it. I vowed then to try and spend some time to help that strange monk clean up that ancient stone temple. Maybe there was more writing around to tell of maybe some ancient ancestor of mine and why he was honored so. Maybe he was a great warrior, a hero of his age. As I faded to sleep I smiled thinking about the cheers and greatness of being a war hero and imagined I was on the front with our army, facing the barbarian horde to the north.