090. Grab Kouki.

Going with my first instinct of wanting to share this wonderful moment with the girl who means the most to me I thrust out my hand and grabbed my sister’s arm. I don't think she was expecting that, but less getting hauled up into my lap as she suddenly screamed, spooking the horse and those around me. Luckily it wasn’t bad because with the cheering crowd already making so much noise they were only slightly annoyed more than truly spooked.

"What in heaven’s name are you doing?" Kouki howled in my ear, surprising me even more with her pissy attitude at the celebration. Then she proceeded to tear me a new one as she ridiculed me for scaring her by disappearing in the night and running off to join the army, defying my father’s orders, and endangering everyone by doing it. She never even let me get a word in edgewise to explain how I had been crucial in winning the war. Not that she would have believed me; heck, I barely believed it myself, but she wasn’t interested in a conversation, just yelling as always. I was thankful when Shinji finally rode up next to me, forcing her to shut it for just a moment to hear what he had to say.

"Kouki, you’re looking well," he said with a toothy smile and she blushed and began twirling a lock of hair in one hand. Ugh. Is there anything worse than seeing your sister attracted to the biggest womanizing jerk in town? But at least it was better than her screaming my ear off. I gave her a shove and she only barely reacted quickly enough to stumble onto her feet as she hit the ground.

"Kenji, you asshole!" she howled once she stabilized her footing, but I was already off. I didn’t feel the need to stick around and watch the bastard sweet-talk her even though he was likely getting married quite soon to Setsuko. I just rode home, tied my horse to the laundry drying rack to nibble on the grass, then entered my lonely house and laid down on my worn old bed mat.

Staring up at the watermarked and decaying ceiling I tried to remember how I had gotten here and clear up the confusing events of the last few days. Any sane person would have concluded that this was all just a dream, that what I’d done in defeating the barbarian chief was the stuff of fantasy; and they’d be right. I closed my eyes and tried to tell myself that this was all just insane and I must still be asleep, wildly imagining the whole thing.

"Kenji?" I heard along with a knock on the door frame as a Mister Takahashi entered. "Ah, good, there you are."

So much for that vain hope. "What can I do for you, Mister Takahashi?" I asked sitting up to speak with him.

"No, please. From now on, call me Hiro," he said acting very friendly. Well, I guess I did save probably his life and was the reason for bringing him home. "My daughter has requested a special service from you."

"What?" I asked perplexed.

"You see, there is this old tradition where an elite warrior would stand guard outside a noble woman’s bedchamber on the night before her wedding to prevent anyone from kidnapping her or stealing her purity." I gulped thinking suddenly of anyone breaking in and raping Setsuko and couldn’t help but imagine myself doing just that, for just the briefest of moments of course. "And since you were the one who saved us all and ended this war…"

I gulped again, my stomach doing flips in nervousness thinking. This means her wedding to Shinji was still on, but would I really have to fight and kill more people? After everything else that had happened, that was the last thing I wanted to do anymore, but I wasn’t thinking very clearly right then. "It’s really just ceremonial, but Setsuko, well she insisted I at least ask and…"

"I’ll do it," I answered suddenly and hadn’t a clue why. Under normal circumstances, I’d have refused or made excuses, but something about hearing that she’d asked for me to do this made me agree before I could stop myself. I immediately regretted it and thought franticly of what to say to walk it back, but it was too late.

"You will?" he said almost dumbstruck as I was that I’d agreed, but half a second later he was headed out the door. "Splendid. Get some rest and come around sunset," he instructed quickly and then was gone. Fuck, what had my stupid ego gone and gotten me into this time?

I looked over at the ancient Honda Katana I’d stolen and wondered if I shouldn't just commit seppuku now and save myself a world of pain later. I’d heard stories of samurai who did it to defend their honor and that if done correctly it ended your life quite quickly. And the blade was very sharp, so it might be over before I…

Suddenly a bright orange light caught my eyes through a crack in the door. I looked and in fact, my whole hut was bathed in that orange light. Shit! How long had I just sat there thinking? It was already sunset! Well if time flew by that quickly thinking about it how long would it take to actually follow through and just get this over with. I slid the sheathed blade through my belt and ran quickly to the manor house to carry out this unexpected duty I’d foolishly agreed to.

There was a celebratory party just getting done and I was a little bitter at not being invited to it, but dismissed that quickly when I first laid my eyes on Setsuko. Covered in white floral lace and linens, and despite almost all her flesh actually being covered the peek-a-boo lace let a lot of pink flash show almost indecently through. It layered into opaque where it mattered, but still, I could make out almost her whole massive cleavage, her belly button and hips, even the ankle-length dress covering her waist was open-sided with lace to see all the way down from her ribs to her feet. Hot damn she was beautiful!

It pissed me off all the more that a cheating asshole like Shinji was lucky enough to score her. I’m sure Mister Takahashi, I’d never get used to calling him Hiro, knew how much of a philanderer he was, but he just didn't seem to care. Knowing him he’d probably think that just proved him more manly. It riled my stomach.

"Oh. Hey, Kenji," Yuki said coming up to me. "Hungry much?" She was wearing a pretty pink dress, her consistently favorite color, but this one was a pretty formal one that really emphasized her beautiful figure even if she was much smaller in chesty assets than her best friend the bride. It was nowhere near as revealing, but still, I’d have easily enjoyed looking at her for hours on end if I could. In fact, her deep cleavage was very...

"Oh, er, yeah," I answered embarrassed and looked away as I realized where I was staring and that maybe my stomach must have actually growled aloud. Now that I thought about it I hadn’t eaten anything all day and by the looks of it, a feast was just getting over. And It did smell really good in here.

"Well, then take a little bit of this," she said and pulled out a small vial from somewhere. It was filled with a dark grey powder that she then tapped out just a tiny amount of it into a glass of water and handed to me. Yuki was the best cook I knew and not wanting to be rude I drank it, but it didn’t taste like anything other than normal water, so I said so. "It’s a secret herbal medicine my Granmama taught me to help increase a man’s vitality and…" she smirked curiously before adding, "longevity."

"Er, thanks," I said politely yet figured it was just an old wife's tale, and given how little of it I had figured it wouldn’t really do anything at all. "Well I gotta…" I indicated towards Setsuko.

"Yeah, I know," she said smiling and nimbly slid the vial back down the trench between her breasts from whence it must have come. My face burned at seeing her do that and she smiled like a cat as I blushed and turned away. "Have a pleasant night," she called back, but I couldn’t respond given how ashamed I was at all my improper thoughts at the moment. Instead, I made my way over to the bride-to-be and her fiancée who were shaking the last few hands of their departing guests.

"Kenji, you came!" Setsuko cried out more happily than I’d ever seen her before and then surprised me even more by jumping at me and pulling me into her tight embrace. "Thank you so much for doing this for me."

The warm press of her thinly veiled flesh on mine was intoxicating. "Oh, er… you’re welcome," I answered cautiously trying to avoid touching or looking anywhere inappropriate, but it was so damn hard since she was all over me and all curvy tits and hips and… and… Shit! My pocket soldier suddenly stood up tall and erect in my pants right up against her thigh and I knew she couldn’t miss it, yet strangely her hug lingered as if she had.

"Come now, Baby. You are strangling him," Shinji teased. She released me, but thankfully Setsuko didn’t back away completely or he too would have seen the tent in my pants.

"Sorry, Kenji. I’m just really thankful that you would honor me so," she said and I had the strangest feeling she wasn’t exactly talking about my agreement to guard her door for the night. Then she turned me about and formally took my arm in hers. "Well, shall we go," she said more as a statement than as a question given how she marched me away from her intended off toward her bedroom. When we got there I expected to be left outside her door to be a proper guard, but she just stood there waiting for me to enter first. "Better make sure there’s no one waiting to kidnap me hiding in the closet or under the bed," she suggested.

Well, that was what I was supposedly there to do, so I shrugged and did as she asked. A quick peek in the closet found it packed so thick with all her expensive dresses only a child might have squeezed in under them were it not for the dozens of pairs of shoes covering the floor of it. With a bit of searching just to be sure I was certain there was no one in there. After closing the door I turned and saw Setsuko standing there strangely smiling, hands behind her back and just rocking on around on the balls of her now bare feet anxiously waiting for me to finish.

Being rich she had an expensive foreign mattress bed on four tall ornately carved wooden posts with a flowery pink and yellow canopy overhead. I dropped down to my knees and peered underneath where a man might have squeezed in, flat on his back to hide, but there it was clean and empty, allowing me to see clear through to the other side. The young girl's cute naked feet were visible up to her ankles for just a second before they were covered in a pile of white cloth which she then delicately stepped out of. When I rose back up to look over the bed I saw Setsuko was now only garbed in a matching set of cream white lace panties and bra, giving me an oddly happy look that I’d only seen when I secretly spied on her bathing.

"Do you like looking at my body?" she asked at my stunned gaze. I nodded dumbly, enjoying immensely the sight of so much of her flesh and normally concealed under clothes. This was like a dream come true. Even from the tiny knothole where I routinely peeped on her in the bathhouse I only usually got to see her back and head as she bathed. Sometimes a quick flash of a nipple, but I was so far away and at such a bad angle that this was pure heaven by comparison. Here she was, almost naked with her huge natural bust only contained by a soft thin swath of lace just out of arm’s reach, but then it got better still as she leaned forward, placing her hands and knees on her bed as she prowled closer, her huge jugs dangling down and hypnotically swaying back and forth as she crawled closer, "Good, because I need you to do a big favor for me, baby."

At this point, I’m pretty sure she could have asked me to murder someone and I’d have agreed just to be able to admire the intoxicating view just a little longer, but thankfully she had something else in mind. "I need you too…" then she paused and my heart was beating like wild, hanging on her every word. Her beautifully tempting face crinkled up and she turned her head away from me. "Did you hear that?"

"No," I said, confused and totally put out that she’d ceased her clearly amorous intentions. My mind was a whirl of possibilities, hoping she was asking me for my body, that I might actually have the chance to make love to her, but then I heard what she must have, a woman’s scream, muffled, but from somewhere nearby down the hall.

"There!" she said with bulging eyes, "You heard that right?" She quickly reeled back away from me and I knew that our moment was lost now and probably forever.

"Yeah," I grunted as my body started moving before my brain really understood what I was doing. I walked back to her door and found it locked. Taking in the implications that she had locked it with me still inside meant something wonderful would have probably happened had circumstances been different, then took a deep breath and considered just ignoring the screams. Maybe it was nothing and they were over and I could try to rekindle whatever mood had just evaporated.

"It doesn't sound like Mom. Who do you think she is?" she asked, but didn’t wait for my reply before asking, "Maybe she’s hurt? Where do you..."

With a stern look from me, she buttoned her jabbering flap and I unlocked the door and then slid it open slowly, trying to remain completely silent. Then with all the stealth, I could muster I crept out and scanned the hallway. It was empty already and dark but for the bright pale moonlight that flooded in from the rising full moon. I snuck in the direction that I thought the sound had come from and got halfway down the hall before realizing Setsuko had quickly thrown on a nightgown and grabbed a candle before scurrying after me as quiet as a mouse on tiptoes.

"Go back in your room!" I whispered as urgently, yet also as silently as I could. She just shook her head and gave me a defiant look that let me know I could fight with her or find the woman in trouble. A fresh cry, now louder once we were in the open halls let me know the source wasn’t far and whatever was causing her pain still continued.

Gritting my teeth I decided to ignore Setsuko’s defiance and simply pointed where I was going then mimed keeping quiet by pinching my upper and lower lips together. She got the message by silently nodding, and then together we inched along the corridor that led to the rooms reserved for some of the wedding guests so they could be here bright and early for Setsuko’s ceremony tomorrow. It wasn’t hard to find the right one once we were outside, as there was clearly still quite a commotion going on inside. With trembling fingers, I eased the door open only a crack to peer inside and was more shocked by what I saw than anything Setsuko had done so far.

At least a dozen candles were lit all around the room allowing us to clearly see Shinji, his well-muscled and naked backside glistened with sweat as he relentlessly pounded the rear end of a thin girl on her hands and knees before him. She kept groaning and gasping, sometimes loudly squealing with pleasure like a stuck pig as they rutted and I could I couldn’t do anything, but watch for a long silent moment. I wanted to go in and scold him for cheating on Setsuko, but I also was entranced by the sheer sexy beauty of the scene. It wasn’t until she lifted her head up from the pillow that she’d been using to somewhat muffle her erotic cries that I realized who it was he was fucking.

"Yes! Right there!," Kouki cried out to her lover, not realizing she was being watched by her brother and lover’s fiancée.

Shinji forcefully shoved her face back down into the pillow and growled, "You fucking like that?" Then redoubled the speed of his thrusts to the sounds of their hips smacking together like wet applause.

At that moment something in my head ripped in two. Part of me wanted to do nothing more than go in there and rip Shinji’s head off for hurting my sister, and the other part of me wanted to do the same thing, only so that I could go in and fuck my slut of a half-sister. The throbbing bulge in my pants was undeniable, no matter how perverse it was to be turned on my own kin with such improper thoughts.

I was just about to move in and strangle the bastard when I saw Setsuko again and that stopped me for half a moment. Her own gaze was riveted as mine had been to the young couple, but she had one hand pushed down between her legs gently rubbing up and down her crotch through the thin silky fabric of her nightgown. I don't even think she realized she was doing it either, so lost in the spectacle that was on display before us. That moment’s pause from my jealous rage gave me… other ideas.