Master what I can. Accept my new fate.

"Again!" I said firmly and the child in front of me smacked their hand against the solid wooden board, his painful welts blistering up and bleeding down the training pole. But this is what it took to get stronger, pain and learning the ability to endure it. I knew that brutal truth of life better than most by now. "Again!"

"Enough for now, Ryu," Natsumi interrupted as she walked in. "I need to speak with your sensei, so you can take the rest of the day off."

I'd spent a lot of time learning the fundamentals of the Honda School of Kempo and while I could never practice it myself now Natsumi had always said I made a good instructor. But that was all I had so I was a little upset that she'd overruled me in front of my student. The little boy didn't mind though and he ran off happily as I turned my rolling chair to the big woman who had entered behind me.

I'd heard her come in, but had figured she was just supervising since her last class had ended a short while ago. Unlike before, she always wore much more loose and clothing and long skirts now, mostly because the tight tops and pants she used to wear would never fit or wantonly show off her new anatomy which was still embarrassingly large. I also had a similar problem, but at least I never had to stand up anymore since my legs were totally useless from the blow the oni had dealt me while it had possessed her. "What do you need to speak with me about?" I asked figuring it must be important.

Natsumi seemed a little nervous and came to kneel down next to me so she could look me in the eyes properly. I knew this was something important since she even still liked to stand over me as a show of her superiority. I'd really had gotten to know her quite well over these last few months, but she was always full of surprises. She was half in denial and half crazy with grief when she had first come too after the oni mutated her and used her new body to **** my sister, but Kouki was still the kind soul and had really helped her through it. She helped us both through the tough times of these last few months, but that's just the way she was. She had united us and brought us together in the strangest family there ever must have been.

Then in these last few months when her belly started growing out with their child her nurturing instincts seemed to really kick in. The two of them were inseparable after that, not that we really had any other choice. We had moved in with Natsumi and kept mostly to ourselves. Then about a month later when the war ended with a peace treaty with the northern tribe she had so many new students at the dojo she needed me to help teach them. Both her husband and his younger brother, my friend Shinji, the last two male namesakes for the Honda dojo had died in that bloody war, along with my and Kouki's father, but she steadfastly got back on the horse and was now the grandmaster of the art, and I, her chief sensei.

"I've kept this a secret for so long, but I need to tell you," she said softly, but seriously. "I'll soon be a parent again, as strange as it is… and I…" She looked down at her knees, "I want my son's blessing for what I'm about to do."

"Alright," I answered confused. I didn’t know she had a son, but the monk had said she was going to be a parent again, so now that made sense. "What is his name? Maybe I know him. He must be what, a little younger than me?"

"Actually," she almost whispered, "He's exactly your age, and I think you know him quite well…" Then she looked me back in the eye, her head still down. "His name is Kenji Matsumoto."

"What? No… My mother died when I was born!" That was what my father had told me, but I always knew he was a lying bastard and there's no way Natsumi was joking with me right now. I'd never seen her look shy or **** before, so I knew she had to be on the level with me.

It was too much looking at her sad eyes so I turned away from her gaze and tried to think if there was any proof, but she continued, "I fell in love with your father, but I was promised to Ikari Honda," she confessed and I was stunned by her tale. "I made love to him just once and ended up pregnant with his child. I kept the whole thing secret, claiming I had a serious illness, and Azami helped keep me hidden away until you were born." I just couldn't believe this. She was my mother who I'd always thought had died at my birth? I'd blamed myself for killing my father's love this whole time and here she was alive and well?

I tried to speak, but couldn't think of what to say. I was still in stunned silence as Natsumi resumed her confession, "After you were born Azami took you to Genma on the promise to never tell anyone that you were mine. My message said I didn't love him and if he didn't take Azami was going to pitch you off a cliff. I still married Ikari and he took my rejection very hard, but it seems that he kept that promise, even if it did drive him into drinking and depression. That really changed him and I think half the reason I was always so hard on you is that I didn't want you to become like him."

I now visibly began shaking and there were tears flowing freely down my face, but even still Natsumi wasn't done, "The truth is… I've always looked out for you, and now I wanted you to know the truth. I know this isn't the way love is supposed to work, but I've… I've fallen in love with your sister and now…" She was having a hard time coming to grips with her new life, body, and family, but I suppose with what happened this was the natural progression. "So, I want your blessing," she finally finished somberly.

Kouki too had never been the same after that day. The day she was **** by the demon. The day she had also sucked me off at the same time. The day she was impregnated by another woman. While both Natsumi and I had the scars and physical changes Kouki had become much more outgoing and quite a lot braver. Sure she had a child, and her once grey eyes always seemed to have the slightest hint of green in them now, but she was still physically the same, yet had grown to be the puzzle piece that united us into the bizarre extended family we had become. When we first moved in to live with Natsumi at the dojo she had gone to sleep next to me in the room that had been provided for us, but I'd heard her get up in the night and then obviously sneak into Natsumi's bedroom. Paper walls don't conceal much and their repeated lovemaking had woken me up even though they tried to keep quiet.

As the weeks went on I knew they were in love, even though they tried to hide it or even deny it, but every few nights Kouki would again sneak from her bed at my side and into her lover's instead. I tried not to listen, to have the honor of giving them their privacy, but more often than not as I got hard listening to their cries of ecstasy I usually joined them in my mind, soiling my bedding. When she snuck back into her own bed smelling like sex I could only pretend to be asleep.

It didn't take long before it was just an open secret for us. Kouki did the laundry and had kindly begun setting soft wash clothes by my bed to help with my 'accidents' in the night. I still said nothing, and only thanked her and held my tongue. This last month as she really started to show she stopped sneaking, saying she needed Natsumi's help with her 'womanly' issues. All that meant, in reality, she was spending the night with the father of her child. How could I object to that?

I realized that I'd been thinking for a long time while Natsumi was patiently awaiting my reply. "I love my sister," I began, "And I will love my new brother or sister just as much. How can I not love my mother? I already considered you family, but I guess you always were even if I didn't know it." I'd seen a lot of things, but Natsumi's crying was one of those that always seemed impossible, yet there she was now with a river flowing from each eye and down her cheeks.

It was only a little later that Kouki came home, wide and increasingly rotund, but still ever independent. She'd been on a walk to buy some food for dinner when Natsumi meet her at the entrance to the dojo. I was too far to hear their words, but I saw Kouki put her hand to her mouth as Natsumi bent to one knee before her and pull out a small box. Her joyous cries of, "Yes! Yes!" were heartwarming and I smiled when the giantess swooped her up into her arms and kissed the woman she asked to be her wife.

We all knew this had to remain just a sentimental gesture as we could never really tell anyone the truth about what had happened. To the outside world, Kouki had been **** by a bandit that had crippled me and then been killed by Natsumi, his body thrown off a cliff in her rage at what he'd done to us. It was a good enough story, even if it didn't explain everything, like her now prominent cleavage, but no one would believe the truth. Now after all these months after repeating it over and over even I almost believed it sometimes. Then all it took was a look in the small box where I'd hidden that strange glowing box and the truth would return to haunt me.

I pulled it out and stared at it for a while, the green and purple starlight inside it dancing hypnotically. It always seemed to know and get excited at times like this when my emotions ran high. As I again heard my sister yelling out, "Yes! Yes!", though this time in lust and desire for what her lover was doing to her right now. The cube glowed brightly and I couldn't blame it. I grabbed a small hand towel, opened my pants, and closed my eyes as I secretly joined them in sexual release.