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“These are some really nice digs,” I whistled, taking in the the sight before me. I hadn't expected Big Sis to live in such a fancy house. No, scratch that, it wasn't a house, it was an estate. It was about as large as Tenshi's, maybe even larger. It was hard to tell with the tall stone wall that surrounded the property. We'd gone through a wood and iron gate and up a driveway. The main building seemed to be a mostly single-story traditional building.
“They're not bad,” Big Sis replied, smiling.
“It's a wonder you're not married,” I said, imprudently, “I'd have thought that every schmo would want to marry into your obvious wealth.”
“Is that a proposal?” Big Sis asked with a chuckled, opening the door and inviting me in. She had helped Konpaku out of the car and to the entrance. It seemed that Konpaku was about as reluctant to accept her help as she was mine.
“I think it just might be,” I said, taking a look around. Expensive lacquered furniture lined the entrance. I left my shoes in an ornate mother-of-pearl-studded shelf as Big Sis handed me a pair of guest slippers. “I never would have guessed you lived in a place like this.”
“I just happen to come from a well-established family,” she said, “and I'm afraid that we're the only ones that live here nowadays.”
“Just what is you relationship, anyhow?” I asked as she ushered me in deeper inside. Everything about the place looked expensive, from the polished wooden floorboards to the occasional vase and wall scroll decorating the corridor. Konpaku hobbled alone by herself, using the wall as support. It didn't seem that she minded it.
“Youmu here is the granddaughter of someone who used to serve my family, the poor girl has no relations left, so I took her in years ago,” Big Sis explained as we made our way to a sitting room some ways inside the structure. “She shares the same roof with me and I think of her as a little sister. It's sort of like you and your aunt.”
“I never would have guessed,” I said, taking a seat by the table.
“Youmu,” Big Sis directed herself to the quiet girl, “keep our guest company while I put on the kettle.”
“Of course M-” she checked herself, “-Yuyuko, I mean.”
She sat down to my right, crossing her legs. She winced, having snagged her foot slightly when folding her legs.
“I never thought you and Big Sis lived together. She always seemed like the hip urban type. You know, the kind to live in a studio apartment,” I said, trying to make conversation.
“Yuyuko is a very traditional person in many ways,” Konpaku said quietly, “despite her preference for modern clothes, I think she would be just as happy living a hundred years ago.”
“I guess she would look nice in a kimono...” I mused out loud, trying to picture her all dolled up in a fancy one. Naturally I was also assuming she'd stick to the traditional ways and no wear anything underneath…
“You behave about as she said you would,” Konpaku said, her eyes narrowing. It didn't seem like she wanted to let her guard down again. At least not so soon.
“Oh, you've talked about me?”
“She's mentioned a student she's taken an interest in many times. I thought all those outlandish claims and remakrs about hormones gone wild were just part of her unusual sense of humor...”
“I'm glad I don't disappoint,” I said, smiling. I'd take it on the chin even if it wasn't exactly supposed to be a compliment.
“Are you kids getting along?” Big Sis returned with a tray in her hands. A few cups, a tea pot and snacks on it. It was almost unnaturally fast how little she took to get the tea ready.
“We're fine, Big Sis,” I said, ignore the clearly soured expression that Konpaku was putting on. It didn't seem like she was as comfortable with banter as Big Sis and I were.
“That's good,” Big Sis said, sitting down opposite and placing the tray on the table. She expertly poured out the tea, and offered me a cracker. “Youmu dear, don't look so glum, it's rare that we have anyone over. You should smile for our guest. You've such a lovely smile too, it's a shame you look so serious all the time.”
“Please don't make fun of me!” Youmu said with a huff.
“Deep down she's a very sensitive girl,” Big Sis whispered loudly to me, placing a hand at the side of her face. Clearly she meant to be overheard. “If you're not forceful with her, she'll just pull away. It takes her a while to understand things, especially when it comes to emotions.”
“Anyhow,” I said after taking a sip of tea, trying to change the subject, “what was it that you wanted to discuss with me?”
“My plans for you,” Big Sis said. A throaty chuckle follow. Clearly she amused herself.
“Oh? Am I supposed to now subvert the student council from within and let you pull all the strings?”
“Only if you want to do that, I don't really care,” she said. “No,” she corrected me, “my plans are more important than school and politics. They're more about what you'll be doing for the rest of your life.”
“Oh, so this is a guidance session, I get it,” I said, sarcastically, “you're worried what will happen once I graduate.”
“I am, though you might not believe me. I'm also worried about Youmu. She's young and impressionable. And I can't start my own family until I've seen that she's been taken care of. That's where you come in.”
“If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were trying to get me to marry her,” I joked.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” she asked, chuckling. “She's a pretty little thing and ever so earnest. She would make a good and dedicated wife. All you have to do earn all that is to win her trust. Which is easy enough.”
“I don't want to marry anyone,” Youmu butted in, mirroring my own feelings, “Yuyuko, I'll be fine on my own. If I find someone it'll be on my own terms, in due time.”
“That, I doubt, my child,” Big Sis said with a sigh, “I had hoped that you would see the advantages immediately but that was too optimistic. In time, I think that the both of you will see the advantages in this arrangement.”
I stared at Big Sis. I opened and closed my mouth but no words came out. It was getting hard to keep my thoughts… focused. I wanted to furrow my brows but somehow I couldn't. In fact, I couldn't do much of anything anymore. I sat straight as a statue, my mind slowing down with every passing second.
“Assuming that you can still understand me,” Big Sis said with a grin, “I'm afraid you've been poisoned. It was in the tea, you see, old Sagyouji clan formula. In high doses lethal. But don't worry,” she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand in a feigned show of modesty, “I've only put a little in. At that dose it'll just incapacitate the victim and make him suffer short-term memory loss. With a few other Saigyouji clan tricks I'll start reshaping you into the better man I know you can be. You too,” she turned her head to Youmu, “your shyness masquerading as indifference simply will not do if you're to become a proper wife. You must dote on your husband and I'll teach you all about the pleasures of being a woman too...”
She said something more, but I couldn't really hear it anymore…
In fact, I couldn't hear much of anything. Or see for that matter. Or feel…
“No, no no, you can't look at away, you have to be more assertive, like this,” Yuyuko instructed, grabbing onto my swollen member with a firm grip. I was restrained, my arms and legs tied up to the bed. At least I think they were. My head was fuzzy and I could barely lift up my head. All I could really feel for sure was the intense pleasure. Once again Yuyuko was showing Youmu how it was done, forcing her to watch as she warmed me up.
It was something that was going on for as long as I could remember. I would wake and feel her playing with my genitals, occasionally riding on me until we both climaxed. Most of the time Youmu would stare from the side of the bed, her eyes vacant but transfixed. Gradually, her participation became more and more active as my restraints were loosened The memories made my head swim and my body feel like it was on fire. Seared in my memory was an occasion where I was a full participant and we spent a whole day writhing together in unending ecstasy. It was hard to remember where their bodies began and mine ended.
Yuyu-nee told me to get a job. I had been sitting around the house doing nothing for too long. We'd moved over to the country at some point because the air in the city was getting worse and worse. Luckily, she used our family name to get me work as an assistant teacher at the local rural school. She had been working as the main teacher for a while now. It was an easy job since there was barely a dozen students to keep track of. In truth, I was mostly there to keep busy than do any actual work.
Still, I enjoyed it. Especially since a few radical changes in my home life soon followed.
We got married in the spring. Youmu was an old family friend that had come to stay with us when we moved out into the country. At first she was shy and didn't speak much but over the weeks and months a bond began to form between us. A bond that felt like it had always been there. It only seemed right that we would date and, quickly enough, get married. My darling big sister let us live in the house too, setting us up in a large bedroom that had belonged to our parents. I was the man of the house, she had said at our wedding, and I was expected to have lots of children to continue the proud Sagyouji name.
Life was real good.
I had an adorable young wife and a doting older sister that would do anything that I wanted.
“Youmu, your cooking is simply the best!” I exclaimed, putting a few pickled plums on my rice. We were sitting at the table as usual, talking about our days. Youmu blushed slightly, as ever taking my every compliment to heart. I just wanted ot eat her up. Well, maybe for desert. It'd be a shame to waste her excellent meal.
“Darling, I have a bit of exciting news,” Youmu said, smiling sheepishly. There was a purity in her eyes that set my heart fluttering every time I saw them. “It would seem that I'm with child.”
I embraced her, the happiness overwhelming me. Yuyu-nee's face had tears streaming down it. She had the kindest, gentlest smile I had ever seen her show. Maybe it was because she wouldn't have to go motherhood by herself. A few weeks earlier she had learned she was pregnant, too, but she wouldn't tell me who the father was. I respected her privacy but sometimes her stubbornness was just a little too much for me to bear. Oh well, I was certain she would tell me the truth when the time was right.
After all, that was the sort of relationship we had. It was built on love, openness and trust.
Soon there would be two more Saigyouji coming into the world. And I couldn't be any happier.
Maybe I was finally losing it. I completely spaced out.
I looked into Konpaku's eyes, she was still waiting for my reply, sitting on the examination table. I knew what I was going to say, but, there was a nagging feeling that I was forgetting something.
Why was I thinking about Yuyuko all of a sudden? It felt like she had just teased me, somehow.
 I missed our little talks. And her carefree ways.
 I was just feeling annoyed and her smiling face, naturally, came to mind.
 There was something about Konpaku that I was missing.