092. Yell that you’re coming and reach for your pants.

Fuck. My hard-on throbbed in my spit slickened hand, but there was no way I could have finished knowing someone was right outside the door. "Just a minute; I’m comin’," I yelled out and sat up to reach for my pants when the door suddenly flew open and Hazuka just strolled on in as if she owned the place.

"You’re sure moving up in the world, Kenji," she said looking around and I was so stunned I froze until she looked over at me and gave me a wicked grin. "I heard from Shinji that you were good with the katana, but it looks like you’re pretty good with another type of sword too." I wanted to die of shame right then.

My hands dove between my legs, concealing my erection as I shouted at her with annoyance, "What do you want, Hazuka?"

"Why, your help of course," she said. "Apparently, Mister Takahashi is sparing no expense in the pre-wedding feast tonight and he even hired us to decorate the house with flowers all day."

"Us," I asked in confusion.

"You, me, and your sister," she nodded and turned about, holding the door before she walked back out. "So should I tell Kouki you’ll be a little late sharpening your pocket wakizashi?" she said teasing me horribly.

I grabbed my pillow and threw it at her, but she was too quick and was laughing loudly as she just closed the door before it harmlessly poofed to the floor. I grabbed my pants and dressed. Thankfully the embarrassment did a good job neutralizing my previously impending need so was able to quickly go out and found her and my sister in the dining hall discussing their plans to arrange the flowers around the room with both Azami and her daughter, the bride to be, Setsuko.

They all had ideas and were excitedly discussing them, but I couldn’t care less. I only stood there because obviously, we could use the money, and amazingly Hazuka and Setsuko really clicked in a way I’ve never seen before. It was as if they had been lifelong friends instead of bitter rivals their whole lives. I mean, they were both friends with Yuki, but in all the years I’d known them until now they were always at each other’s throats. Maybe it’s because they both liked the same things so much and were too alike, and that’s why they fought so much. But now when one spoke up an idea, the other finished it as if they were already thinking the same thing. It was a little creepy weird actually.

Then I was ushered out with instructions on how many of which flowers from the garden to pick and I spend about three hours with a knife and basket just kneeling in the dirt and grass ferrying in the requested flowers and then heading back out to fetch more. Kouki and Azami stayed inside doing all the arranging, and that was fine with me. Sure it was hot toiling in the sun, but at least it felt like more honest work. In fact, I lost track of what Hazuka was doing in her part, so when I came around a hedge and found her just lying in the secluded area almost naked as she’d taken off all her clothes except for her bra and panties, soaking up the sun. Needless to say, I got pissed.

"What the fuck, Hazuka?" I spat at her. "I’m working hard and you’re just… sunbathing?"

"Hey, keep it down. You don’t want anyone to come out here and find us like this," she said as she opened her eyes and smiled up at me.

"Oh, and why not?" I hollered even louder, getting even madder.

"Because I was going to reward you for working so hard with a blowjob, but if you want me to leave…" she sat up and grabbed for her clothes.

"Wait. What?" I stammered, completely sure I’d heard her say something she could never have really said. I must have a heat stroke and was hallucinating or something.

"A blowjob," she said again giggling as if it was a joke. "You know… blowing your love whistle, bobbing for nuts, charming the trouser snake, sucking out your cream filling, licking the lollipop, kissing the cyclops, tasting the flesh banana, playing the skin flute, sampling the man sausage, smoking the pink pipe, getting a salty dinner," she seemed to go on and on rattling off more dirty euphemisms for sucking cock than I’d ever heard before. Then, just as I thought she was done she arched one eyebrow and added, "Or perhaps practice my sword-swallowing. And since I only got a quick peek at your sword earlier…" and with that, she crawled up to me like a dog on the prowl on her hands and knees, then reached for my pants.

I knew I should stop her, say something to tell her how this was a bad idea. Even though everyone else was busy and we were hidden pretty well way back here, I couldn’t help but worry someone could just walk right by and see Hazuka going down on me. She pulled down my pants to my knees and my dick flopped out, already swelling slightly in budding excitement, and Hazuka gently took it in her hand.

"Hmmm, I thought it was bigger," she said disapprovingly, and for a moment I thought that would be a deal-breaker, but then she just opened her mouth and took my whole penis inside. Fuck! I couldn’t believe this was really happening. It only took a few moments of her wonderful tight lips gripping around the base of my dick to really wake up my erection and push her head back to prevent her from gagging as I expanded, filling her mouth and trying to work my way down her throat.

She grabbed my hardened root and pulled off, leaving a deliciously perverted trail of saliva leaving her lips and arcing back to the tip of my cockhead. "Looks like he just needed a kiss before he decided to come and play," she commented approvingly. Then, before I could think of any kind of a good way to respond to that she went back at it, gobbling up just the head and bobbing up and down quickly while she started jerking me off around my base.

"Oh fuck," I groaned and had to look away. Just watching her give me that much pleasure was feeding upon itself and making me feel my climax rushing closer very quickly. That’s when I saw Setsuko. I froze, my eyes locked with hers where she stood about twenty feet away having apparently come around a shrub looking for one of us and stopped dead upon seeing us. I wanted to say something, warn Setsuko, but the magic she was doing to my cock suddenly went to a new level and my balls just exploded.

"I’m…" was all I got out to warn Hazuka before my first shot ejected out of my shaft and splattered into the back of her throat, causing her to gag and suddenly pull away. "Fuck!" I groaned, grabbing onto my suddenly unattended spasming shaft. My eyes closed in bliss as I jerked off the rest of my load, and when I was finished a few seconds later I had conflicted feelings at seeing Hazuka, still coughing up my sticky spooge, while the rest erotically dripped off of her face, hair, and shoulders. It dripped down her breasts and back, making me squirt out even one more tiny convulsion of sperm.

Then I remembered Setsuko watching and looked up, but she was already gone. I don’t know how long she watched, but it was clear she'd seen enough. I was a little worried about that, but fuck her. She was getting married tomorrow, so why should I care? As long as she didn’t make a scene and get Hazuka into trouble it wouldn’t matter anyway. I returned my attention to Hazuka who was finally recovering from her retching and I kneeled down next to her. "I’m so sorry Hazuka," I said rubbing her back and trying not to freak out that my hand was getting sticky with a dribble of my cum that had dripped between her shoulder blades.

"It’s fine, just…" she spat up a wad of cum spittle and then gulped down to clear her throat, "Just a little more than I was expecting." Then she smiled up at me and I saw that she’d enjoyed this experience just as much as I had.

"Kenji! Hazuka!" I heard Kouki calling out for us from somewhere not too far off and I freaked out.

"Go talk to her while I get cleaned and dressed," Hazuka ordered, snapping me back and I tucked away my softening dick to do as she said. Rushing out to intercept Kouki before she walked around the hedge where she would find Hazuka looking like a cheap cum-splattered whore.

"I’m here, sis. What did you want?" I yelled back as I hurried over to her.

"Where are the flowers you’re supposed to be gathering?" she suddenly snapped at me angrily.

"Oh," shit! I left it on the ground by Hazuka, but I couldn’t go back and get it now. "I… uh… forgot…"

"Goofing off again!" she yelled at me, really freaking out. "The wedding feast is in just a few hours and we’ve been paid an awful lot of money to make it perfect! I seriously can’t believe how irresponsible you are!" She continued ripping me a new one for a full minute before Hazuka showed up behind her carrying my basket as well as her own, but now her’s was full and mine was empty as she’d swapped all the flowers I’d collected into hers.

"Kenji, I think you left this. I found it in that sunny patch behind that big hedge," Hazuka teased, just confirming to my sister her suspicions that I’d been napping instead of working. "Come on Kouki, we’ve got work to do."

"Yes, we do since Kenji is just goofing off again!" Kouki snapped at me and then walked off with her friend. "Hey, what’s that in your hair?" Kouki asked as they departed.

"Oh, Setsuko gave me some cream that’s supposed to be good for your hair and make it shine," she explained, and then I gasped with wide eyes as I watched Kouki dab her hands into a missed bead of my cum on the back of Hazuka’s hair and thoughtfully rub it into her own raven locks. Holy shit! I didn’t hear the rest of their conversation after that, but I was a little freaked out that the two of them were now walking around with my stink on them.

I milled about uselessly for a few minutes then before rebuilding my courage enough to face my sister again, but before I got inside I ran into Natsumi.

"Having a good time?" she asked and I was so surprised she actually spoke to me without yelling at me about something I’d messed up that I didn’t really know how to react. Wait, did she see me and Hazuka? Is that the ‘good time'</font> she was asking me about? I didn’t answer, getting ready to freak out when she continued, "Yeah, me neither," she confessed and looked around the gardens. "I know Shinji," she said and I knew she must know him even better than I did as her dead husband’s brother. "He’s no fighter, and however unlikely there is a chance the beaten northern men might decide to seek some way to humiliate us, or worse, and Setsuko is the most likely target for that."

I nodded, just letting her speak so I didn’t incriminate myself. Those northern barbarians were crazy warriors, but I didn’t really know much about their mindset or tactics. The only one I’d ever spoken to was Chizu and she was insanely shy just being the slave maid for the Takahashi’s. "So if anything were to happen…" I said.

"It’s going to happen tonight," she confirmed what I was about to say. "So I need you to guard her room tonight."

"What?" I asked confused. "Why don’t you do it?"

"Because I’m not the hero of Greytown," she said with a wry smile. "You are."

"Look, I…" I shrugged, but she wouldn’t listen.

"I don’t know how you got there so quickly," she explained, "Or how you managed to sneak in and steal that from me." She pointed at the ancient katana that was still on my waist and I realized I had totally forgotten about it.

"Shinji kind of gave it to me," I abashedly explained.

"After you stole it," Natsumi pointed out again, to which I had no response. I didn't even remember doing it other than in a dream, but I clearly must-have. "But, that’s in the past. Now we have to worry about the future and you proved yourself an able warrior, so clearly you are the best choice for this mission." Then she clapped me on the shoulder and surprised me even further. "You made me proud, so keep up the good work." Then she walked into the manor house, again leaving me alone in the garden.

In all my life, I don’t ever remember Natsumi ever being so nice or even really sociable with me before. Sure whenever she yelled at me she had a good reason, I goofed up and screwed off quite a lot after all, but actually giving me compliments and encouragement? This was like a whole different Natsumi.

After that talk, I couldn’t really enjoy the party as the guests started arriving. Every thought was ‘Is this person a threat to Setsuko?' and I made sure I was awkwardly hugging each new arrival as an excuse to give them a general pat down to make sure they were unarmed. Most people just accepted it, but a few men that I didn’t really know looked at me very oddly, like I was mentally handicapped, but I didn’t care as long as Setsuko was safe.

I didn’t enjoy the party either, pretty much never taking my eyes off anyone close to Setsuko all night. Hazuka even came up to talk to me, but got tired of talking to the wall I’d become. She left in some frustration, but I just shut out the whole world except for Setsuko. I don’t know why I suddenly became so single-minded, but somehow I just knew this was something I had to do and do it right. I’d already pissed off Kouki by goofing off with Hazuka, but for some reason Natsumi’s trust she placed in me was important. I just couldn’t let go of it.

When the party began wrapping up and Setsuko and Shinji came up to me. She had a big smile and came up to give me a hug. "Oh, thank you, Kenji!" The feel of her breasts pressing into my chest pushed all rational thought from my brain. "I’ll sleep so much safer knowing you’re just outside to protect me."

"On my honor" I agreed as nobly as I could while trying not to become distracted by the soft, warm flesh compressing against me while my fantasies started blazing at being allowed to casually come in contact with her massive milk makers.

"Chizu’s already put a chair outside my bedroom so you don't have to stand throughout the night as you guard me," she said I knew there was no getting out of this. "I'll not forget everything you've done for us," she stated and then was all smiles as Shinji also thanked me, shook my hand, and then together they walked out the door.

This was not how I wanted to spend my first night back, sitting in a chair outside Setsuko’s room all night while she slept, but even if it was going to be boring as fuck I’d do it without complaint. Much as I’d love to shuffle off to my own bed for some of the much-needed rest I deserved I walked after them and found a hard wooden chair right there by her door for me. I sat down dutifully and then critically watched everyone else go to their rooms, even my sister since our rooms were not far from those guest rooms.

She gave me an odd look, but I figured she was just making fun of me so I looked away from her taunts until she was gone. The next few hours of utter boredom seemed to last forever, and even despite the uncomfortably rigid chair, I had almost nodded off sitting up when I was startled by the door to Setsuko's room suddenly 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.

"I need to use the restroom," she said shyly as if I could actually refuse her.

"Alright, I’ll escort you," I answered and stood up, stretching the stiffness from my joint then followed her down the hall to the water closet, a miracle of modern plumbing. The spring outside forced up water from the ground all on its own, so unlike anyone else who just did their business in a pot or a hole in the ground, the Takahashi’s enjoyed the comfort of a small room where they could go and then with a simple pull of a handle freshwater would flush the waste down a pipe and off a nearby cliff into the sea. It was incredibly luxurious, and I’d used it a couple of times when I was younger even gotten scolded for doing so.

I looked inside to make sure it was empty, then stood silently outside while I heard the tinkle of her urine into the water in the porcelain bowl. It was wrong, but I just couldn’t stop imagining the beautiful girl squatting down over the basin, her pussy lips spread open and a stream of yellow piss draining out from between her legs. It stopped and I could see in my mind her gently caressing her sensitive flesh with a towel to clean herself. Fuck, my cock just had to wake up now didn’t it?

It was starting to work itself into an uncomfortable position in my pants and I was just about to adjust it alone in the dark when Setsuko opened up the door behind me. "Do you need to go?" she asked curiously since I was shifting about oddly.

"No, I’m…" I started, but then we heard a shriek come from down the hall. In an instant I was running down the hall, all thoughts of our previous conversation lost as I went all business worried that an actual life-threatening attack was in progress.

At the end of the moonlit hall, I stopped and turned. I didn’t hear anything new as I looked down the hall of a dozen guest bedrooms, all with their doors closed. But my senses were hyper-acute, looking for anything out of the ordinary and seeing one with just a slight flicker of light under the door and it sounded like some movement coming from inside. Setsuko caught up to me and I held my finger to my lips to keep her silent as I crept up and ever so gently cracked the door open.

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.

"You… promised… to… pull… out…" Kouki panted out to her lover between thrusts, 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, "When I'm done!" 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.