A Constitutional to Gather Your Thoughts

You're still in a funk even as the wonderfully supple maid you snagged in the hallway and pulled behind a set of curtains bucks back against you, her arms braced against the wall. You sink powerfully into her, pressing your body down against her back as you push aside her curly blond to wildly kiss her long neck. She can't seem to decide if she wants to giggle, groan or gasp in pleasure, opting for some experimental combination of the Three Gees that under normal circumstances, you would have found quite delightful.

Fucking Lord Gaspar. Look, it's not that you're totally unreasonable! You completely understand that you sister is a beautiful, unspoiled princess, and that is going to attract attention. And so long as that attention is utterly inferior to you in every way, you're fine with that! You applaud your own fair-mindedness by wrapping an arm around the quivering maid's stomach, pulling out slowly only to drive back in with a pair of powerful thrusts that have her squealing in bliss. Man, either all of the servants are deaf or everyone is very polite about letting sleeping dogs continue to fuck behind curtains.

You are **** to admit with a growing sense of hopelessness that there isn't much you can do about the Gaspar/Ginny situation. She didn't seem to hate the idea of marrying him; it's entirely possible she'd decide it's the best option that's going to come around. You are increasingly forgetting that you have never met any of the other noblemen around here, simply accepting the impression of them pouring into your mind from Pre-You Prince's memories. Stupid. Boorish. Short-Tempered. Chewing Food with their Goddamn Mouths Open. You straighten, hands sliding down to the maid's hips as your thrusts slow a bit. Sensing a challenge, the maid takes this as prompting to grind back against you faster herself. You'd never in a thousand years want your baby sister cursed with any of them, would you? You love her. Your dick surges in agreement, the maid cooing in ecstasy as she stretches up to wrap her arms around the back of your head, feet barely touching the ground and taut bottom wobbling as she expertly humps back against you.

Can you really be this selfish? This cold-hearted? This cruel? Lord Gaspar is the only man among Ginny's suitors (you grudgingly admit) decent enough to maybe be worthy of her. Are you her brother, or are you her fucking jailer? Is she supposed to choose between being alone her whole life or marrying some slob, all because you were too jealous to allow a good man to offer himself to her? If you truly loved Ginny, you'd be willing to let her make her own choices. You'd be willing to let her make a choice that isn't you. Man, it's actually sort of impressive that you can still fuck under this sort of brutal self-examination.

Admittedly, though, you're a little off your game, as you realize the maid's gyrations have thrown you too far off balance. She shrieks as you ponderously topple backwards, ripping the curtains down as you go, then moans rapturously as the act of landing on your ass drives you fully into her shuddering pussy and you dump an oversized load of cum deeply into her. You lie in a heap on the hallway carpet, tangled with one another and the torn curtain as she pants and you feel more and more guilty. Look, you can be honest with yourself right now. You don't just love Ginny, you're probably in love with her too. You sigh as the maid slips off of you, crawling out from under the jumble of genitals and rich fabric. But you should admit it's hopeless. It's not as if her brother can add himself to the ranks of her suitors.

As you sit up, still bundled in the ripped curtains, the maid pauses in readjusting her skirt to stifle her giggle with a hand. You frown. "What? What's so funny?"

She keeps giggling, coquettishly clasping her hands behind her as she grins at you. "Oh! Oh, nothing, um, it's just...when you're, like, all wrapped up like that, I hardly even recognize you!"

Hold. The fucking. Phone. "Uh, really?"

She nods brightly, "You're, like, some totally hunky new man!"

God you hope she's just bubbly, and not the total bimbo sort of seems like. Though really, it's the sort of painfully stupid plan an airhead would come up with. Are you REALLY so brainless as to try disguising yourself and beating out all comers for your sister's hand? A sudden flash of Vision Ginny appears before you, arms pleadingly outstretched. Yes. Yes you are precisely that stupid.

The maid leans in, loudly whispering into your ear. "So, um, did you know your dick, like, exactly the same as Princess Ginny's dildo?!"

You can be uncontrollably aroused by that later. Right now, you have a disguise to slap together.