084. Could you rub my stomach?

I smiled as I said it, hoping she’d take the bait, but she totally misunderstood.

"My food not sitting well?" she asked as she reached up to lay her palm on my forehead in concern for me.

"No, it’s not that…" I said, but she didn’t listen.

"Stick out your tongue," she instructed and then examined me. "Is it cramping or more like nausea?" she asked.

"Look, it was stupid, I…" I said trying to change the subject, but then she pulled up my shirt and began thoroughly examining me.

"Is it a pinching feeling or is it…" she asked as she prodded my belly but then, now that she was actually looking closely she saw why I wanted her to go touching that area. My cock was hard in my pants and tenting them up to try and meet her roving hands. "Oh…" she said as she finally understood.

"Sorry about that," I started, feeling like the moment was ruined by my poor attempt at being suggestive.

"No, that’s fine," she smiled, and then she actually did drop her hand under the blanket gently massage my groin through my pants. "In fact, I was thinking…"

"How are you feeling, Kenji?" Kouki asked as she came back into the house from outside. Yuki’s hand whipped away like lightning and I practically punched myself in the cock shoving as much blanket on top of me as I could to hide my erection from my sister.

"Fine," I said yelping in pain, then took a deep breath. "Fine," I said more clearly.

Kouki looked at us back and forth for a moment, confused, but then Yuki stood up and said, "Well I better get going."

"Thanks for the soup, Yuki," Kouki said happily then eyed me seriously.

"Oh, yeah, er… Thanks for everything.," I said as well.

"No problem!" she cheered and then was halfway out the door when she turned and stuck her head back in. "Oh, Hey, Kenji?"

"Yeah?" I answered.

"If your stomach is still bothering you come sunset why don’t you come by as I close up my shop and I’ll see if I got anything that will make you feel better?" she said it kind of strangely like she was joking, but Kouki didn’t seem to notice.

"Thanks, Yuki. You're a good friend," she smiled.

"Yeah, you’re the best," I agreed.

She smiled, "That’s what I hear! See ya!" Then she was gone.

"Well, I’d better get back to my sewing," Kouki said and that was when I noticed she had several of Azami’s dresses in one hand. She then set them on our small table and began doing whatever work the rich woman had set her up with. I hated how we were always under that woman’s thumb, but she also paid us for doing these odd jobs that kept food on our table, so I guess it was all for the best.

And thinking that and knowing how low our reserves were I figured with her run-in with that dog she might have need of an extra hand so I got motivated. "I’m going to go see if Azami has any other chores she’d like me to do," I announced and Kouki seemed happy to hear that I was going to pull more of my weight now that the plowing was as done as it was going to get.

After letting myself into the servants' door of the storeroom just off the kitchen I heard a clatter and some cursing. "You okay?" I asked entering the spacious room that generally had been Chizu’s domain since all the rest of the servants left with Mister Takahashi. What I found was Azami with a poorly bandaged hand, cradling it in pain as she stood over a half-empty pot with its contents of water and rice strewn across the hardwood floor.

"Do I fucking look okay?" she scowled and held her hand gingerly.

"Here, let me take a look," I said trying to be friendly.

"Fuck off!" Azami growled, though didn't do anything other than just stand there and grimace. Taking a deep breath I didn't ask and just went over and gently took her injured hand. "Ouch! Careful you moron!" she cursed, but let me remove the bandage to examine the wound. Her hand was clearly burned, but not too bad for now, though it was coated in a greasy film.

"Did you put butter on this?" I asked, already knowing the answer but the look and smell of it.

"Of course," she answered as if I was the dumb one.

"Butter is used in cooking because it holds in the heat," I informed her and walked around the kitchen, picking up a rag, a small bucket of water, and her single expensive jar of honey. I took the rag, soaking it in the bucket, gently dip cleaned her burn to wash all the butter away. Then I took the comb from the honey and wove it down onto the burn. Most amazingly she only winced and groaned, but never pulled away or tried to stop me.

Then I tightly spun the bandage back around her palm and pinned it snugly in place. Only then did she find her voice. "That... feels better," she said sounding surprised and relieved. "Thank you, Matsumoto."

"You're welcome," I said with satisfaction. "Now I'll help you with dinner," I said and cleaned up the mess from the floor and started a new pot of rice on the boil. Azami directed what she wanted, but let me do all the cooking. I'd never been a good cook, but with her direction, it was easy and actually fun.

After serving her up she just looked at the plate, then back at me. "This looks delicious, but there is no way I can eat it."

"Why not?" I asked confused, then she held the chopsticks up to her injured hand. "Oh, well let me help you some more," I said and scooped up a bite. She opened her mouth and I feed her like a toddler, but she clearly made it into something more.

"Mmmm," she moaned as she sucked clean the wooden sticks I placed in her mouth, savoring every bite. "You make my mouth water." This went on and I got the distinct feeling that she was talking about something more than just the food. When it was gone she asked, "Could you do one more chore for me?"

"Sure," I said now somewhat dizzy from thinking about stuffing her beautiful mouth with something else.

"With my husband gone I've had to make do with using just my hand to take care of my... womanly needs," she explained and my mind went wild. "So I was wondering..." Azami started her proposition but didn't get at further.

"What smells great?" Setsuko walled right in, ruining the moment. Then she saw me. "Hey, Kenji, aren't you supposed to be going out with Yuki about now?"

I looked outside and saw the sky already red from the setting sun. "Oh, uh, yeah, how did…" I shrugged.

"Well a gentleman never makes a lady wait," Azami said back in her usual authoritative motherly voice and I knew our moment had passed. Quickly I dashed from the manor and down the hill road, but my head felt like it was in a fog and something was squiring inside my brain. Why couldn’t I think straight? The top of the sun was just reaching the horizon to complete the sunset as I saw Yuki happily standing by the fountain, just as she’d promised.

"Hi Kenji!" she cheered seeing me run up. "Don’t worry I haven’t been waiting long."

"Oh, good," I said and then saw she had changed out of her usual clothes and now wore a pretty pink dress that almost matched the color of her hair. In fact, with the sun setting and everything getting redder it did matchmaking her look even more beautiful than she had ever seemed before. Laughing she saw me gawking at her and did a twirl to show off the dress for me.

"You look amazing," I complimented her.

"Thanks," she happily replied. "So, where would you like to take me?"

<Right up that pretty little ass of yours!> a lecherous voice inside me growled, hungry to feast on her soft sweet flesh.

"What?" she asked shocked that I could say something like that.

‘Damn, did I say that out loud?' I internally screamed at myself. "Uh, I said 'Right, and that's a pretty thing to ask.'" I wanted to smack myself in the face. 'Pretty thing to ask'? That didn't even make sense!

"Oh," Yuki said and smiled again, though was a little confused trying to understand what I'd said. "So, where are we going?" She asked, letting my excuse go unchallenged. I can’t believe that worked!