Kouki is fighting with her brother...

"Kouki…" Azami again called from the other room but I ignored it as I argued with my brother.

"Come on!" I whined. "Take some responsibility!"

"But you know it wasn’t my fault!" Kenji groaned. "It was the oni that was controlling me," he explained as if that made everything okay.

I rolled my eyes and growled, "Look, that canned response is getting old." And it was. As much as it was true, we had to move past that now and get on with life as it was.

"But it’s just not fair." he continued like a six-year-old, but I was through putting up with it.

"Tough!" I hissed back, still trying to keep our conversation quiet from Azami. "You think it’s fair that I’ve got to waddle around doing housework?" I said indicating my own swollen pregnant belly. "While she just lays about making us wait on her hand and foot?" I pointed back to the living room where Azami was lying on her sofa just fanning herself to stay cool even though autumn was almost over. Sure it was still a warm day, but it was her own later term pregnancy that was really giving her hot flashes.

I could sympathize, but I wasn’t going to make this easy for him. Azami’s husband and almost everyone else from the war, including our father had died in the last battle before the truce, but that should have given us an out. Kenji could legally marry the rich woman and then we’d be the ones getting served. But as wonderful as my dear brother is he’s also a very sentimental wimp at taking the initiative. He’s insisted he hated the woman and could never marry her, despite the fact she was about to burst from having his child. Then he had the balls to ask me if I wanted to marry him, but I slapped that silly notion from his fool head. Of course, I loved him more than any proper sister ever should, but when has marriage ever been about love?

Kenji could be the most obstinate person when he wanted to be. "Fine, I tell you what," I said, lightening my tone and trying to use the carrot approach instead of the stick. "If you go in there and just get it over with…" I said sauntering up to him as best I could. "Then tonight I’ll put on the schoolgirl outfit you like so much," I teased and knew I had him when his eyebrow arched up.

"And… a blowjob?" he asked like a toddler begging for a toy.

I gave him a skeptical look, but it was all for show. I loved sucking his cock and drinking down his seed more than almost anything else. Only the divine fulfillment of him fucking me felt better, but lately, I was very tender in the pubic region, probably due to my impending childbirth. Unlike the first couple of months, since he bred us when I couldn’t stop mounting him at all times of day, whereas Azami had shunned and rejected him out of shame or etiquette at first, she was now was demanding orgasms two or three times a day. She said it was the only thing that made the baby in her belly go to sleep.

I had to admit that sometimes licking out her cunt still felt good, but that was probably leftover from the influence of the oni that had controlled our minds. I was still disgusted by the thought until she showed me her womanly folds. Then I just couldn’t help myself from diving my face right in to run my tongue up and down her slit, lap up her tangy fluids, and suck on that erotic little clit. I could do it if I had to and enjoyed it the whole time, but afterward, I always hated myself for the hypnotic suggestion that still made me do it each time. That weakness was more why I refused to do it if I could help it and was coercing Kenji into attending her again instead.

"Fine," I agreed as if it was an imposition. If only my poor brother knew how much of a devoted **** I was to his cock. Smiling he turned and left the room, "Just make sure you wash it off after you finish!" I growled after him. "The last thing I want is a yeast infection in my mouth." That wasn’t too likely as Azami always cleaned herself thoroughly, but still, things like that can happen and they are very unpleasant.

"You got it," he cheered as he left me to return to my cooking. Over the next fifteen minutes, I concentrated on making dinner for us. At least Azami treated us much better than slaves, or even normal servants. While Kenji and I had to do all the cooking and cleaning since she gave Chizu back as part of the peace agreement with the barbarian clan, and since Setsuko had moved out to marry Shinji, one of the miraculous few who had survived, we moved into the manor house properly and shared meals together. In any other wealthy household, we’d be considered wards or adopted children, but of course, this wasn’t any other household.

"Come on, put your back into it!" I heard Azami scolding Kenji. "I can barely feel it. Harder!" There was no doubt Azami was a demanding mistress, but overall the perks were worth it. A couple of minutes later I heard Kenji’s moan and knew he was climaxing.

Then a moment later he came back in, sweating and puffing for breath. "Sorry. I tried, but… she still wants you," he apologized and I groaned as I unlaced my apron and threw it at him.

"Cut up all those," I pointed at the vegetables on the counter. "And boil them in the stew." Then I turned my back on him as I shuffled into the living room. to attend the mistress of the house. I found her lounging back naked, her massive belly stretching up her stomach causing a dark brown line to have appeared these last few months running right down her middle. Her two giant tits swelling larger each day as they filled with milk resting atop of it and her legs still splayed open with her puffy red cunt gaping open. My brother's white salty load slowly seeped out of her well-used fuck hole and I could tell from the look on her face she didn’t need me, but just wanted me. I swear, I think she’s more in love with me than anyone else that she’s ever known, but she’d never admitted that so I kept it to myself. Instead, I just asked, "How many times did you cum when he fucked you this time?"

She was flushed from the ordeal and smiled up at me, "Only twice this time." Then she rubbed her swollen fat clit and spread open her cunt lips for me as if I didn’t have a tempting enough view already. "Please Kouki. I need more," she pleaded pitifully.

I smirked and knew I wouldn’t refuse her. The way she would beg for me always gave me a thrill, and to be topped off with my brother’s sperm was like icing on the cake. My mouth was already watering as I carefully dropped to my knees and finished the sexual dance the three of us played out almost every day.