094. To Shinji, the finest warrior I know!

My toast rang out to the crowd and they all happily cheered it back. Sure it might not be the most suitable for a wedding, but we were just coming off a year-long war and everyone loves a hero. Setsuko clearly did as she smiled and kissed her man after the toast and while her smile makes me happy I just couldn’t watch that asshole kiss her. I felt so duplicitous complimenting him while knowing he’s just a cowardly bully and how he’s not been faithful to Setsuko while he’s been gone.

I know marriage for the wealthy isn’t really about love, but the merging of two family fortunes through blood, but still I can’t help but already mourn for Setsuko as Shinji will undoubtedly cheat on her, it’s only really going to take time, and that thought just chews me up inside. I dwelled on this thought for the rest of the evening, just picking at my food and drink alone in the happy crowd until Natsumi came over to speak with me.

"Not having a good time?" she asked and I was so surprised she actually spoke to me without yelling at me about something I’d messed up that I didn’t really know how to react. "Yeah, me either," she confessed and looked around the room. "I know Shinji," she said and I knew she must know him even better than I did as her dead husband’s brother. "He’s no fighter, and however unlikely there is a chance the beaten northern men might decide to seek some way to humiliate us, or worse, and Setsuko is the most likely target for that."

I nodded, just letting her speak. Those northern barbarians were crazy warriors, but I didn’t really know much about their mindset or tactics. The only one I’d ever spoken to was Chizu and she was insanely shy just being the slave maid for the Takahashi’s. "So if anything were to happen…" I said.

"It’s going to happen tonight," she confirmed what I was about to say. "So I need you to guard her room tonight."

"What?" I asked confused. "Why don’t you do it?"

"Because I’m not the hero of Greytown," she said with a wry smile. "You are."

"Look, I…" I shrugged, but she wouldn’t listen.

"I don’t know how you got there so quickly," she explained, "Or how you managed to sneak in and steal that from me." She pointed at the ancient katana that was still on my waist and I realized I had totally forgotten about it.

"Shinji kind of gave it to me," I abashedly explained.

"After you stole it," Natsumi pointed out again, to which I had no response. I didn't even remember doing it other than in a dream. "But, that’s in the past. Now we have to worry about the future and you proved yourself an able warrior, so clearly you are the best choice for this mission." Then she clapped me on the shoulder and surprised me even further. "You made me proud, so keep up the good work." Then she walked off to talk with others at the party.

In all my life I don’t ever remember Natsumi ever being so nice or even really sociable with me before. Sure whenever she yelled at me she had a good reason, I goofed up and screwed off quite a lot after all, but actually giving me compliments and encouragement? This was like a whole different Natsumi.

It wasn’t much longer before the party began wrapping up and Setsuko and Shinji came up to me. She had a big smile and came up to give me a hug. "Oh, thank you, Kenji!" The feel of her breasts pressing into my chest pushed all rational thought from my brain. "I’ll sleep so much safer knowing you’re just outside to protect me."

"Yeah..." I agreed just enjoying the soft, warm flesh compressing against me with my fantasies blazing at being allowed to casually come in contact with her massive milk makers.

"Chizu’s already put a chair outside my bedroom so you don't have to stand throughout the night as you guard me," she said I knew there was no getting out of this. "I'll not forget everything you've done for us," she stated and then was all smiles as Shinji also thanked me, shook my hand, and then together they walked out the door.

Well crap. This was so not how I wanted to spend my first night back, sitting in a chair outside Setsuko’s room all night while she slept was going to be boring as fuck. So instead of skulking off to my own bed for some of the much-needed rest I deserved I walked after them and found a hard wooden chair right there by her door for me. I plopped my ass down and then watched everyone else go to their rooms, even my sister since our rooms were not far from those guest rooms.

She gave me an odd look, but I figured she was just making fun of me so I looked away from her taunts until she was gone. The next few hours of utter boredom seemed to last forever, and even despite the uncomfortably rigid chair, I had almost nodded off sitting up when I was startled by the door to Setsuko's room suddenly creeping open in the dead of the night.

"Kenji," Setsuko whispered in the pale darkness as she emerged with a dim candle that did little since the full moon already brightly shone through the large windows nearby.

"I'm awake," I said more to convince myself than her. Still, I had to rub the sleep from my eyes and stifle a yawn as I turned to look at Setsuko who stood in the doorway wearing a simple white nightgown.

"I was thinking about what to do when we reopen the Honda Dojo once I’m a Honda tomorrow," she explained and it took everything I had not to roll my eyes at her girlish fantasies. I could see it now. She’d want to decorate the whole place pink and purple and probably cover everything with flowers.

"I want to hire you to be a sensei for the samurai," she suddenly threw me a total curve I hadn’t been prepared for.

"Me? A sensei?" I asked in utter disbelief. A week ago she wouldn't have even talked with me if she didn't want something, and now she was willing to pay me as one of the top teachers for the dojo?

"Well Shinji’s brother has passed, so if the dojo is going to survive it’ll need a new sensei who is a proven and competent samurai, and from what Shinji said about you, no one is better with a katana." It all sounded so reasonable when she said it, but I was only just barely a man. There was no way I could possibly…

"I suppose…" I started, but then we heard a shriek of pain come from down the hall. In an instant I stood up and was running down the hall, all thoughts of our previous conversation lost as I went all business worried that an actual life-threatening attack was in progress.

At the end of the moonlit hall, I stopped and turned. I didn’t hear anything new as I looked down the hall of a dozen guest bedrooms, all with their doors closed. But my senses were hyper-acute, looking for anything out of the ordinary and seeing one with just a slight flicker of light under the door and it sounded like some movement coming from inside. Setsuko caught up to me and I held my finger to my lips to keep her silent as I crept up and ever so gently cracked the door open.

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.

"Ungha!," Kouki cried out nonsensically 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, "Quiet! You want your brother to hear?" 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.

"Fuck baby, you need to be quiet," he whispered but clearly was at least amused if not outright turned on by her inability to remain silent. Then he pulled out and said, "Here, you get on top. I wanna watch your cute titties shake." The girl rolled over and they switched positions. That was when we clearly saw she was my sister, as naked as the day she was born, all sweaty and sexy as hell with her nice little upstanding tits as she straddled Shinji with a gasp as she impaled herself back on his cock and started to ride him. Without the pillow to muffle her cries, she bit her lip and moaned. That was what finally drove me over the edge.