091. Freak out and pull up the covers.

I'd just gotten the sheets up to my chin when the door opened and my sister walked in. "What are you still doing in bed?" she asked incredulously.

"Nothing!" I nervously snapped back a little too defensively.

"Well, quit jerking off and get dressed," she scolded.

"What? I wasn't…" I guiltily stammered.

"Oh, please... Like I’ve never heard you spanking it before. But you don't have time for that today," she continued as if it was no big deal.

"Why?" I asked without contesting her accusation any further, yet still staying in bed and completely covered up.

Kouki smiled broadly like she's just won the first prize for her turnip pie at the harvest fair. "I got us a job! With Setsuko getting married there's going to be a big celebration tonight and Hazuka and I convinced Mister Takahashi to hire us to decorate the hall for more money than we normally make all year!" That really was good news, almost too good to believe and I said so. "Yeah, Hazuka is a really good haggler. So hurry up already!"

"Right," I answered, my previous desire to wank all but forgotten, though as I got out of bed and rushed to get into my clothes I realized my cock hadn't forgotten as quickly and Kouki was starting right at it. I abashedly turned my back on her and shifted my elongated penis down my pant leg hoping it would calm down soon before I turned back to her. "Let's get going then," I complained as more she was the one holding us up by still staring at my crotch.

"Urrr, right," she said snapping out of her private thoughts. I was incredibly embarrassed, but she led me into the dining hall where Hazuka was discussing floral arrangements with Azami and Setsuko. Kouki joined in, and soon they had their plans and I was sent out to Azami's extensive gardens, harvesting flowers.

After several long hours ferrying in baskets of flowers and more than a few though pricks into my hands the hall was beautifully arranged by the girls and I was allowed to use the bathhouse to wash the dirt and sweat from my body and even given some new clothes as Shinji had requested my presence at the head table for tonight's feast. By mid-afternoon, I was ready and went to the hall to find Kouki alone with Shinji while she finished the flower arranging. I figured they were discussing something wedding related, but before they saw me enter I saw Shinji move in behind her and place his hands on her ass. I was so shocked I held my breath, waiting for Kouki's signature temper to drive her elbow right into Shinji's gut, but strangely she didn't. In fact, I think she moaned.

Unable to hear what they were saying I simply couldn't believe she was just letting him touch her like that! And then to my continued astoundment, he went even further, lifting up her dress up from behind to expose her white cotton panties, and then slid his hand down the back of them to get inside and started fingering her right in front of me! I was instantly hard as I couldn't believe how erotic this whole thing was, but at the same time, I was also furious with Shinji. He was going to wed Setsuko tomorrow, yet here he was poking his fingers into the secret sexy areas of my little sister!

But before I could decide what to do about this I heard someone coming down the hall and sure enough, it had to be Setsuko. I jumped back out of the doorway, ready to intercept her before she saw what was going on. "Hey, Setsuko," I said loudly and awkwardly nervous. I didn't know why I should be covering for them, but I knew I couldn't let Setsuko get upset like I was by what was going on inside the hall. "Excited to be married tomorrow?"

"Oh, Kenji, you have no idea!" she said excitedly, "I just want to see how the flowers…" and tried to walk past me.

"You can't!" I almost yelled as I jumped in her way. I realized there was no way I could tell her what she could or couldn't do in her own house for her own wedding preparations. "Wouldn't it be better to be surprised?" I offered up in hopes this would be a good enough excuse.

Setsuko twisted her eyebrows in concern, "Is something wrong?"

"No! No, everything is fine here," I stammered and waved my arms about as if I could shake my nervousness out. "We're all fine here. How are you?" I cringed knowing this sounded horrible, but just tried to keep up the rouse anyway. My brain imagined that if Setsuko went in there now she'd likely find Shinji balls deep in Kouki, her juices dripping down his shaft until he dumped his cum into her womb. "Actually there was a spill. And... and the floor was all wet and... slippery," I lied as if that would be enough to dissuade her from going in the dining hall.

Instead, just as I feared she pushed past me, and thankfully we must have made enough noise for them to hear us as Shinji was almost to the door by this time. "Kenji, my man!" he greeted me warmly and held out his hand. I shook it not even thinking and then froze in shock as I felt the cold wet moisture on his fingers. It was the juice from my sister’s pussy touching my wrist! "You okay, Kenji?"

"I…" I gulped, not sure what to say.

"He’s been acting a little weird," Setsuko offered next to him, but then Shinji let go of my hand and they began their own conversation and walked off. I lifted my hand to my nose and sniffed at the sweet trace of residue still there, and I couldn’t explain how it made me feel. I was a tumble of conflicting and conflicting emotions, jealous, horny, angry, and really confused. Why had she let Shinji do that to her? I looked in but Kouki had escaped out to the kitchen, so there was no way to confront her about this here and now.

In fact, it wasn’t long until the first guests started to arrive and I was forced to stand next to Shinji and the rest of the Takahashi family and greet every one of them in what seemed like a never-ending line of people all happy to be here. I did my part, shaking hands, and welcoming each of them in, and awkwardly trying to have some brief conversation until they moved along only to be replaced by the next invitee. Most asked about the war and thanked me for being a hero, but I didn’t feel like a hero. I felt like a fraud. I still had no idea how any of this happened, or what I was even doing here.

After an eternity all the guests were seated and we walked to the head table in the full dining hall, then waded through speech after speech from people praising what a good match Shinji and Setsuko were and wishing them endless good fortune. I would have fallen asleep were it not for the fact Kouki was roaming the hall serving drinks and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was beautiful, like a doll in a new cream-colored gown that clearly had been sewn just for her to match the other bridesmaids. It looked painted on her body and really accentuated her breasts and ass.

Then at one point, I saw her look over towards me, but not directly at me. She was looking at Shinji, and clearly thinking no one else was looking at her she actually made a small kiss with her lips. I snapped my head to look at him and he wasn’t looking at the current orator, but directly at her as well and he made a brief kiss back! I looked back and forth, but they each went about their business as if nothing had happened, but I was now sure I’d seen them flirting with each other. Did Shinji love her, but was just marrying Setsuko for her money? And did she really love him back?

I wasn’t sure, but there was nothing I could do at this moment, but I’d definitely confront Kouki later to sort this out. Eventually, I even had to give a short speech as the best man and felt like such a fraud as I praised the noble bravery of Shinji, but I did it. Shinji then spoke and thanked me for my kind words, graciously claiming I was the real hero, but then threw me a curveball. "And as such a hero I’m hoping you’ll agree to be the ceremonial guard to my bride-to-be tonight. Guarding her against any who should wish to disrupt the sanctity of our blessed union."

All eyes turned to me as he and everyone else awaited my reply. "Uhh… Yeah, I" I stammered, not sure at all what he was talking about.

"Wonderful!" he yelled over the loud and sudden raucous applause from the crowd. Oh, shit, what had I just done. He moved on and the rest of the night went by in a blur of food, dancing, and drinking. I usually don’t drink, but tonight where the wine flowed freely, I admit I had maybe a bit more than I should to just calm my nerves. Especially when Kouki took Shinji to the dance floor and I swear she was trying to rape him while everyone was watching! But I was getting a bit drunk, so maybe it looked worse to me than it did to everyone else. All I wanted to do then was escape being trapped in this sham of a celebration.

It was well past nightfall before people started leaving, most back to their homes, but many had been given guest rooms near my room in the servant’s quarters. I was anxious to get there and start interrogating Kouki, but then Chizu came up to me. "Kenji-san, a chair is set by young mistress’s room for relaxation tonight."

"Wait, what?" I groaned and grabbed her arm to keep her from running off. Why would I’d need a chair there? I had my own room and a chair there as well as a bed.

"For duty of guarding the purity," she explained and now I understood. My hand loosed the small girl and I groaned realizing now what Shinji had meant. I was going to protect Setsuko over the night from anyone wishing to harm or kidnap Setsuko. There were old tales of Shogun princesses being abducted on their wedding nights, either to murder them or violate them to shame the Shogun, but more often to just ransom them for a lot of gold. I suppose there were a lot of those barbarians still sore about how the war ended, but I really didn’t think anything was going to happen tonight. Still, there was a threat, however small, so I guess now I had to do it. I mean, everyone had already heard me agree to it anyway.

So instead of skulking off to my own bed for some much-needed rest I deserved I walked after them and found a hard wooden chair right there by her door for me. I plopped my ass down and then watched everyone else go to their rooms. I even spotted Shinji heading off, but of course, that was when my sister finally came over to talk with me.

"Pretty wild party, huh?" she said happily and I caught her looking down the hall after Shinji.

"Kouki, what the hell!" I hissed, trying not to make a scene as other guests walked by.

"What?" she asked as if she hadn’t a clue what I was talking about.

"I saw you all over, Shinji!" I growled.

"Oh, that," she giggled and laughed it off. "We were just having fun on the dance floor and maybe a little too much to drink," she excused.

"No. Before the party," I tried to convey my seriousness to her by tightly gripping her arm. "While you were arranging flowers and he pulled up your dress…" Kouki’s eyes stared into mine going wide with terror as she now understood exactly what I’d seen, and though she pulled back, she couldn’t get away from me now.

Of course, that was when Setsuko came up. "Oh, thank you both for making this night so magical!" She pulled Kouki to her for a cheek kiss and I had to let go of where I had painfully trapped Kouki close to me. "And thank you Kenji for doing this tonight!" she looked so beautiful in her ball gown I was momentarily distracted as she too kissed my cheek. Only after this goddess backed away from me and ducked into her own room did I see Kouki fearfully scurrying away towards her room down the hall. Well, hopefully, that put her in her place. Things were finally starting to go well for us, so the last thing we needed was mucking up the wedding tomorrow with a frivolous tryst between her and Shinji.

I slumped into my chair and endured the next few hours of utter boredom which seemed to last forever. Even despite the uncomfortably rigid chair I had almost nodded off still sitting up when I was startled by the door to Setsuko's room creeping open in the dead of the night.

"Kenji," Setsuko whispered in the pale darkness as she emerged with a dim candle that did little since the full moon already brightly shone through the large windows nearby.

"I'm awake," I said more to convince myself than her. Still, I had to rub the sleep from my eyes and stifle a yawn as I turned to look at Setsuko who stood in the doorway wearing a simple white nightgown.

"Sorry to bother you, but I just couldn’t sleep," Setsuko explained apologetically, but I couldn’t be mad at her. She looked far too pretty and was acting much more innocently than I’d ever recalled. Usually, she was a much more bossy girl, always throwing her wealth and family name around, making me feel like her slave more than her servant, so having her apologize to me was something new and endearing in a way.

"No problem," I responded and stood up to stretch. "Talking will help me stay awake and alert anyway. Sorry for almost nodding off there."

"With as much as you drank I’m impressed you aren’t passed out on the floor," she laughed. I guess I did have more than a little as my head was still buzzing a bit.

"Yeah, I…" I began, not wanting to tell her about Kouki and Shinji even still. "I guess I did," I shamefully admitted. It was no secret how big a drunkard my father was and the last thing I wanted anyone to think is I was anything like him. We stood there in silence for some time after that, neither of us daring to follow up my confession with anything else until we heard a distant scream from down the hall.

"What was that?" Setsuko gasped, but I had my suspicions. It wasn’t a scream of pain, but one of lust.

"Stay here," I stated firmly and then rushed off down the hall towards where the servant and guest rooms lay. I slowed up as I got closer, and began stealthily creeping towards the door to Shinji’s guest room, praying to my ancestors that I was wrong, but dreading that I was going to find Kouki in there with him.

I had just placed my hand on the door when I felt a hand grab the shoulder of my tunic. I snapped my head to the side and saw Setsuko there beside me, looking fearful and nervous. She knew whose room this was and must have been able to tell by now what was going on inside given the exuberant and perverted sounds that could be heard even from out here with the door closed. It looked like her heart was breaking, but she just nodded to me and looked at the door. Well, perhaps this was all for the best. The only thing I could do was gently ease the door open a crack to allow us both to see it for ourselves.

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! Fuck me harder!," 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, "I'll fucking break you, bitch!" 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.