026. Tell my sister about everything.

There’s too much going on and I’m in it too deep. Either I need help or I’m going crazy, in which case I really need help. There’s no one else who can help me and keep all this private. I’ll just have to tell Kouki everything. I grab a firm hold of the Honda Katana and walked back to my home to see my sister just finishing up getting dressed.

"Morning," she grumbled. The fact that she still hasn’t noticed the big dry smears of blood around the floor or on my hands is just a testament to how little of a morning person she is. It really was almost comical, but if she was going to be any use to me I needed her attention.

"Kouki!" I shouted loudly, snapping her out of her morning daze. I never raised my voice with her, mostly because if we started fighting her voice would get painfully shrill, but now she looked at me and I saw the clues that something was wrong finally start to invade her understanding.

"Wha…" she looked at me very confused. "Kenji, what happened?"

"Sit down," I said and she did without a word. "Now, you may not believe this, but… Something happened to me last night," I started to explain. She listened intently to what I could remember about my strange dream and how I awoke covered in blood with the sword. I was just about to tell her about the chest of jewels outside, but Kouki started laughing.

"Hahaha. You got me, big brother. What is this; pig’s blood? I almost believed you for a moment," she sighed as she got her fit of laughter under control.

"It’s not a joke Kouki!" I insisted. "This is really happening."

"Right…" she said standing up and getting get shoes on. "I’m gonna go do my chores like you should be doing. And clean up this blood before I get home." Then without a second thought, she walked right out the door.

I looked out the window. Surely she couldn’t miss the giant chest of gold and jewels! It was just around the corner of the house, but she walked straight away to the barn and started tending the chickens and Ushi. Damn it she can be dense sometimes! Oh well. I guess I have ****.

I got to work scrubbing and cleaning up the smears of blood on the floor, then also took the time to clean the katana and myself. When I was done I had a bunch of bloody rags and a bucket of water that was as much blood as anything else. I took it out, just dumping it on the ground, and went to the servant’s spigot on the back of the bathhouse to clean out and refill our water, and that was when I ran into Chizu.

"Good morning, Kenji-san," she said with a polite bow of her head without interrupting her work as I came in. The tiny foreign maid was scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees, which of course made her short frilly maid outfit unable to cover her ass completely and showed off her white panties. In fact, in this position they were apparently quite tight, cupping her flesh to make two small bulges with her crack in the middle. She was a bit younger than me and looked so much like a kid that sometimes I forgot she was a girl, but I had no problems with that now.

Embarrassed that I might get caught staring at her slit I turned away and nervously asked the first thing that came to mind. "Uh, Chizu, can you tell me about your homeland?"

In the corner of my eye I saw her sit up, "Why Kenji-san ask?" she said and I turned back to address her properly.

"I…" I started and thought for just a moment. She wouldn’t believe me any more than Kouki did if I told her the truth, and even if she did she might hate me, so I decided to keep this theoretical. "Now don’t laugh, but I had a dream," I said as an introduction.

"Dreams very important to my people," she replied standing up and picking up her bucket of scrubbing water. "Are gateway to soul."

"Oh, good," I continued. At least she might take my words seriously. "Well, in my dream I was flying over a bunch of tents, big ones, and I flew into one huge one with a dozen men, with a guy with a purple beard encrusted with gems and holding a giant naginata."

Chizu lit up and said, "Is Tzar and father!"

"Father?" I said gulping down a horrible dread.

The small girl nodded and asked, "What happen in dream next?"

"I…" I didn’t want to tell her that I went on a killing spree. "We fought an epic duel, and I…" I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

"Chizu understand," she said, not as upset as I thought she was going to be. "Some dreams come true and some do not," was all she said and then walked out. I hoped I didn’t upset her too much, but wasn’t confident of it. With a sigh I went about refilling my own bucket for which I came in for in the first place and then walked out, intending to go back home when I heard Setsuko arguing with her mother again.

If I’d learned anything I’d have just ignored it and gone home, but of course, I had an insatiable curiosity that completely overrode my common sense. So I went and stuck my big nose in, planning to just take a quick peek in to hear what they were arguing about this time, but before I had brought their muffled words into comprehension Azami opened up a door right on me as I was coming up, making it seem as if I was eavesdropping. Well, I was about to, but I hated getting accused of doing something I hadn’t even yet done.

Both of them paused in their rage against the other for just long enough for me to dig my hole a little deeper. "I was just walking by," I started, and tried to leave, but Azami had grabbed me by my collar and yanked me hard into the room.

"Why you sneaky little snot!" she yelled as I spun unsteadily into the room, tripping over my own feet just before I ran into her daughter. I was falling, completely uncontrolled when my face collided with something thankfully soft like warm pillows. Once I got my feet back under me and looked up I saw that my savior was the ample cleavage of Setsuko. It had stopped me from crashing down flat on the floor, but of course, Setsuko wasn’t pleased about what I had just done, even though I had no control over it.

"How dare you, Pervert!?!" she screeched as I backed away, but not fast enough to avoid the speeding fury of her hand before it smacked into the side of my face. The loud crack of her slap as it deafened me was almost more painful than the actual sting of her handprint covering the side of my head.

"I…" I began, but didn’t get any further.

"Shut it!" Azami raged standing over me. I realized now that I was sitting flat on my ass, only now recovering from the dizziness Setsuko’s slap had caused. But then instead of tearing me a new asshole she looked over at her daughter and asked, "What do you say we settle this once and for all?"

Setsuko, still wiping her front off of the little bit of drool I must have left on her, stopped and looked disgusted. "How?" Azami tipped her head slightly towards me, and that really upset her daughter. "With him? No way!"

"Well, it’s with him or old man Cho," Azami reasoned. "Unless you're willing to concede…"

"Fine!" Then in a heartbeat, Setsuko’s whole demeanor changed as she had somehow become a completely different person. She beamed a smile at me and asked sweetly, "Kenji, you think I’m pretty don’t you?"

"Er… Yeah…" I said cautiously, thinking that blow to my head had affected my sanity.

"Now be honest boy," Azami pulled my head to look at her by my chin. She had bent over, bringing my face only inches from hers, but that also exposed her big dangling tits as her dress dropped down so I could look right down that tight triangular tunnel between her chest and where her mams pressed together. "Who do you think is sexier?"

"Gah… Bur… Wha?" I gurgled unable to really verbalize as all my blood left my brain and went into my pants.

"What my elderly mother means is," Setsuko explained as she helped me back to my feet to break the spell her mother had me in, "that if you were an invading barbarian, intent of stealing the most beautiful woman in town, then which of us would be?" I couldn’t help but be intoxicated by her rich lavender perfume that I could now more fully appreciate now that she was using all her feminine charm on me rather than slap me away. Those same soft breasts I’d planted my face between mere moments ago were now pressing into my arm.

"Of course it would be me," Azami said, and now was looking back at me over her shoulder as she pulled up the back of her dress dangerously high, exposing her wonderfully long shapely legs now bare almost up to where they meet her ass. Another inch and her panties would be in sight.

"Don’t you think they would want me more?" Setsuko begged, now pressing her arms together to puff up her tits right in front of me.

My head was swimming with how amazing this was, so I didn’t even realize how stupid it was to say anything before my words left my lips.