Setsuko is babysitting...

"Setsuko!" Shinji yelled from the living room.

"What is it dear?" I called back, waddling along in my very pregnant state as I came to my husband's call. Then I spotted the problem as the little infant girl he held leaked out of her cloth diaper all over his clothes and the floor. "Oh, here, let me hold her."

"When we agreed to babysit, I never expected all this work," he complained. "At least Gendo and Miaka are old enough to use the toilet."

"Now dear," I chided him, "This is good practice for motherhood and that is my sister you are complaining about, so be kind."

"Is it?" he asked confused. "I thought Kyoko was Natsumi's?"

"Well, yes, not by blood," I confessed, "But she's the daughter of my mother's sister-wife, so..."

He shook his head and stopped me from explaining it again. "Whatever. I still cannot believe that little runt is somehow married to both to your mother and my step-sister. It screws up all the lineage charts and makes everything seem downright incestuous."

"Just shush," I scolded and bent to change the infants diaper on a small table. "You'll have your own soon enough and as long as they are both happy, how can we tell them not to be."

He tossed his wet shirt off and hugged around my rotund belly from behind, snuggling close. "Yeah, I suppose." Then he kissed at the nape of my neck, the soft spot that always made me moan, before nibbling at my earlobe just the way I liked.

It almost turned into a romantic moment for us as I felt his manhood started to grow, rubbing against my ass only to be lost as a loud crash came from the other room. Instantly it was followed by painful wails from one of the five year old walking disasters and a cry of "Setso! Shishi!" Miaka hadn't mastered the ability to say out proper names yet, but I'd grown familiar to the sound of the little girl tattling on her brother who for climbing up the shelves again.

With a sigh Shinji stepped away from me, "You sure we want one of these?" I smacked his arm playfully and went back to changing the infant so he could to follow the crashes and screaming and tend to them.

Taking a deep breath I wondered how they handled these kids at home in the dojo and still had time to teach classes. Much less the thought of making even more of them as they were probably taking the time alone to do right now. I'd offered to give her mother a little vacation from the kids before I had my own because I'd hoped it'd let me get to be a bigger part of her life again. Daddy sure had been mad when his wife left him not just for a younger man, but also another woman, but I honestly couldn't remember mother ever being as happy as she was now.

It's funny. I too remembered having a crush on Kenji once and idly though about how this baby in my belly now might have been his had things worked out differently. For some reason that turned me on more than Shinji's embrace and kisses. Quickly I tried to dismiss that thought, though and decided I'd have to allow Shinji to do me from behind tonight so I could let that fantasy play out in my brain. I finished changing my little sister's diaper and walked back in to see how much trouble Kenji's children had caused with a smile on my lips. 'Would Shinji's child be this much trouble?' I asked myself.