095. To the happy couple!

My words rang out and the crowd all cheered, so having figured I did my duty I sat back down. The party went on, people started dancing, and everyone was drinking heavily. That part bothered me a little as I won't touch alcohol knowing how it ruined my father's life, but I tried to ignore it as everyone seemed to be having a good time. At one point I was just lost in my boredom and zoning out when Yuki came up to me.

"Heya Kenji. Nice speech," she said with a smile. Looking as cute as ever wearing a very pink formal dress my eyes spotted she was also carrying a small wrapped package under one arm. "Know where Shinji’s guest room is?" she asked me quietly before indicating to the package, "I got a gift that I want to give him before his wedding night, but Setsuko can’t know about it."

That set my imagination going, but for the life of me, I couldn’t think of anything that Yuki could give to Shinji that would upset Setsuko, her best friend in the world. "What is it?" I asked in reply. Yuki again looked both ways, making sure no one else was around, but the bride and groom were both dancing and everyone else was watching them. That was undoubtedly why Yuki had taken this time to approach me when everyone’s attention but mine was elsewhere.

"It’s a secret compound of herbal extracts injected into a rare mushroom that grows on the walls of the southern cliffs of the village," she explained. "When it grows to maturity they are harvested, dried, and chopped into a fine powder that stimulates the blood flow and increases virility." I just stared at her unsure of what she was saying exactly. She sighed and rolled her eyes before whispering despite the fact that no one was listening to us, "It’s to make sure he’s able to satisfy Setsuko in the bedroom."

"Oh…" I said simply, then realized exactly what she was saying. "Oh! Uh… I heard he’s down the hall with the guest rooms tonight... I think," I answered, not exactly sure, but hoping that would answer her question well enough. Yuki thanked me and quickly scurried away before the party noticed she was gone. But luckily it was winding to a close for the night, only to restart tomorrow morning as the actual marriage ceremony commenced. I was ready to get out of here as well, but before I got halfway to the door I knew I should at least give the happy couple one last congratulation before going home to the disaster of Kouki screaming about me disappearing in the night several days ago and fighting with my dad who was no doubt drunk off his ass already.

"Shinji," I said with a smile shaking his hand, then turned to his lovely bride-to-be, "Setsuko." I’d wanted to say something profound and awe-inspiring, but had nothing. "Good luck."

"Thanks, Kenji, but one more thing," Shinji said getting all serious, which was totally unlike him, "We have one last favor to ask of you."

I wanted to groan and tell him, 'No', but with Setsuko right there I had to keep a pleasant face, so I just stupidly said, "Sure, anything for you two."

Setsuko then began, "There’s an old tradition where the strongest warrior guards the sanctity of a shogun’s bride-to-be the night before the wedding." I’d heard of that, but that was usually for royalty because of how many brides to clan lords were kidnapped by rivals for ransom. Not really an issue nowadays, but she continued, "We humbly ask that you take that role for me tonight."

I was tired, but obviously, they had both agreed to ask me this together, strangely making me feel much more important to them. It was probably my ego talking, but without thinking I simply agreed, "Sure. You bet."

"All right, Kenji! My main man!" Shinji shouted happily and shook my hand before taking off back to mingle with other guests while his fiancée lingered behind to talk with me a bit more.

"Yes, thank you, very much Kenji," Setsuko said and then kissed my cheek before adding as a much quieter tone, "And there is one more small thing I will ask of you later if it is too not a great imposition."

At this point, I was already all in so I didn’t see a reason to upset her. "Sure, I’m at your command, princess," I said slightly tongue in cheek and gave her a bow, making her giggle sweetly. It was nice hearing her not being a bitch to me all the time, but I was sure it was just the formal setting that kept her civil with me.

Once excused from their presence I grabbed a chair and pulled it to Setsuko’s bedroom and plopped down onto it. This was going to be a long night. Not long after that, I saw Shinji smile and not, then head off towards his room and a few moments later Setsuko came to enter her room for the night. I think she finally saw how tired I was and seemed to take pity on me, seeing right through my facade of trying to put on a happy face. "I’m so sorry we asked you to do this Kenji."

"Hey," I smiled. "It’s not every day you get married right?"

"Yes, well…" she seemed at a loss for words. Then she blushed again and said, "Again, thank you," before entering her room and closing the door behind her.

I sat up for at least the next hour into the night as everyone left for home and bed, regretting I hadn’t done the same a little quicker. Setsuko wasn’t in any danger. Why did I agree to this? Man, my back and head hurt and I could barely keep my eyes open. How much longer until morning? It couldn’t come quick enough. Then the door behind me opened and I shook the sleep from my head to spin around to face Setsuko.

"Kenji?" Setsuko asked though she sounded scared and hesitant, just her face visible through the crack of the door.

"What is it?" I asked in a whisper to match hers.

"That other favor I said I’d ask of you…" she started, but then stopped before starting again. "I need your help please." And then after a pause since I still hadn’t moved, "In here."

"Um…" I gulped. I’d never been in Setsuko’s bedroom, and to think she wanted me in there now of all times had to mean it was important. "Alright," I said softly and she opened the door to let me in.

It was a beautiful room that was about the size of my house. A giant four-poster bed that so far looked unslept in, with her bridal gown laid out upon one side that still left room enough for us to sit down on as she indicated with a gentle pat on the mattress. She looked beautiful even with her hair all up in rollers to curl it for her big day tomorrow and wearing creamy off-white bra and panties that were distinguishable through her sheer white silk nighty.

Sleep was the farthest thing from my mind now, as seeing her like this, at the dead of night, in her bedroom, on the eve of her wedding night; it was like the biggest splash of cold water I’d ever had dumped over me, and already my cock was trying to leap out of my pants. I sat down next to her with my hands on my lap to conceal it, and thankfully she just kept eye contact with me. I struggled to do the same and not let my eyes wander down to her marvelously presented bosom, but it was difficult with her so close to me as I waited for her to speak.

"Kenji, I…" Setsuko began and I could tell she was nervous. This was a new side of her I’d never seen before as she was always very self-confident, as was her asking for instead of demanding things from me now that I thought about it. Normally she’d just order me around and I’d jump, so her asking for me to do something was definitely strange, to say the least. Once she cleared her mind she started again.

"Yuki is probably my best friend," she began and this was no surprise to me. "And she told me that if I want to keep a happy husband then I need to learn how to please him."

"Yeah…" I said having some slight confusion over where this was going and how I could help.

"So anyway," she continued smiling cutely and though there was only one lit candle in the room I could tell she was blushing again, "she gave me some tips and said I should get some practice so I don’t embarrass myself." Then she looked at me and said words that I’d always wanted to hear, yet never actually thought I would, and even if I did, never in a million years would it have been like this. "Kenji… I want you to kiss me."

I blinked, thinking I’d fallen asleep and was somehow dreaming this. That had to be it. There was no way she just asked what I think she did. "Um…" I said as she looked at me innocently and expectantly. What did she really say? "What?" I asked, figuring I must have misheard her in my delusional drunken dream state.

She blushed even more, but then explained. "Yuki said it’s a skill that takes practice, and mother always says that a first impression is very important, and since there is really no one else to ask…" she started rambling.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Sure! Of course!" I emphasized to make sure she understood.

"Really?" she said and her eyes went wide as she smiled as I’d just given her the best present in the world.

"Sure I mean…" was as far as I got before she practically jumped me. Her face painfully collided with me as her top teeth bounced off mine. "Ahhh!" I recoiled in pain and pressed my hands up to see if she’d knocked any loose. Thankfully everything still seemed solid in there, but she was just a mess, now crying uncontrollably with her face buried in her palms. "Setsuko, are you alright?" I asked, worried she’d really hurt herself.

"I’m horrible!" she sobbed as I turned her back to face me and grabbed a handkerchief from her bedstand. "I’m a klutz and a…" she continued, but thankfully it looked like she hadn’t hurt anything more than her pride. "...klutz," she tearfully repeated without coming up with anything better to degrade herself with.

I just laughed as I brushed away her tears with the soft cloth, "Well you were right about one thing. You definitely could use some practice." she slowly got her sobs under control and then looked me hard in the eye and grabbed my hand with determination.

"Teach me," was all she said, really meaning it with her whole heart and soul. And then added, just to show how serious she was, "Please."

I gulped down and tried to imagine how she could possibly think I was the person best suited to this. I’d never kissed anyone in my life, but still, I guess if there was anyone who I would ever want to kiss it had to be her, so what the hell. "A kiss is an expression of love," I started, realizing I didn’t know anything so just had to speak my own personal feelings, "So while it can be passionate it can also be gentle."

Setsuko nodded and wiped her hand over her cheeks to clean herself up and concentrate on the lesson before asking, "Please, show me."

I took a deep breath and said, "Okay… ah…" Not wanting a repeat of last time I suggested, "Close your eyes and hold still." She did as I asked, so I figured it was now or never. I rose up to bend over before her and slowly brought my face to hers. Then, relying solely on instinct I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her.

As almost the complete opposite of her last attempt, she held frozen, not moving even her lips as mine moved and kissed atop of her soft flesh. Almost as if she was asleep, but really she was terrified of messing up again. I pulled back just a hairs breath and whispered, "It’s okay to move your lips softly, just… do what I do." And this time when I kissed her she kissed me back, and it was simply magical.

For the next several minutes out mouths meshed and kissed, but then my back and neck were getting tired of holding my head in this awkward position in front of her so I pushed her back against her bed. Freezing up instantly she pushed me away scowling, "What are you doing?"

"Kissing you," I answered honestly. "And it’s easier if we lie down."

She seemed to think about it for a moment, but then nodded, "Alright, but first." She pushed me away and went to hang up her dress. While she did I went and laid down on her very expensive and wonderfully soft mattress bed she must have had imported. Then, slightly nervously she came around the other side and said to herself, "I can’t believe I’m doing this."

"Neither can I," I agreed with her completely. This was crazy and unbelievable, kissing the girl of my dreams even though she was getting married to someone else in the morning. My brain started wondering how far I was going to get to go tonight if this practice in wifely duties was going to extend to more than just kissing her lips. I already had started formulating ideas about how to excuse more of the things I’d like to do, from touching her ass and breasts to maybe even going as far as kissing other places on her body, stating Shinji would want to do them so she’d better practice them now.

She laid down on her side facing me, smiling beautifully and bringing her face back to only an inch away from me when she asked, "Where were we?"

"Right here," I said bringing my face forward to kiss her again when we heard the scream.

"What was that?" she said suddenly pulling back, ending all my creative plans to seduce her.

"It sounded like a woman," I said with my own worry kicking in as I tried to replay the sound in my head. It was muffled, so sounded far away, but I couldn’t be sure. "I’ll go check it out." I walked to the door and eased it open, looking back and forth, not hearing or seeing anything now. Nervously I walked down the hall and only then noticed Setsuko, still in her nighty, was sneaking behind me. ‘Go back' I mouthed the words, trying to be quiet as I waved at her to return to her room.

‘No,' she just mouthed back. With a roll of my eyes, I gritted my teeth and hoped there was nothing to actually worry about as I snuck down the hall in the dead of night with the half-naked bride-to-be of another man behind me.

I looked about at the intersection of the long hallways and then heard something so crept closer to a door. Wait… This was the guest room Shinji was sleeping in. Thinking I might have imagined it I stopped again, but then I heard a woman’s cry again and looked at Setsuko. She’d heard it too. Well, nothing to do now but look I shrugged and opened the door only an inch.

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.

"I… I'm… gonna… I'm gonna…" Kouki cried out to her lover, 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, "Damn you're getting tight." 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.