Actually, There's Sort of a Lot of Plus Side

You settle back in your seat as the maid scoots away under the table, taking a moment to just consider everything. You actually...huh, you know, you actually feel really great? Like, this is the first time since you were sent here that you haven't been totally preoccupied by deep confusion or intense lust right? Call it growing familiarity with your surroundings or even just the thought cleansing properties of a good orgasm, but you're finally taking a clear eyed view of things. And you're pretty fucking relaxed right now.

You idly begin to section an apple as Ginny continues to softly cuddle against you, her conversation with Aunt Gwendolyn having shifted towards the light and pleasant. All of this feels...nice. Soothing. Apparently the company of charming, beautiful ladies is enjoyable; go figure right? Even the heavy weight of your sister's boobs squished against your body is more a comforting presence than an unbearable distraction at the moment. She giggles as you begin to playfully feed her apple slices, her big green eyes gazing up at you with unembarrassed adoration. See, you're pretty sure that a few minutes ago this look would have had you jizzing your pants, but now you simply feel a deep, almost primal affection. Maybe maid blowjobs are the key?

You idly consider the logistics of having a handmaiden stationed every few feet in the castle in case of "I Want to Fuck My Sister" Emergencies. In your reverie, your hand lingers too long beside Ginny's lips and she accidentally (probably accidentally) sucks a finger into her mouth. You feel a dainty lick at the very tip of your finger before Ginny buries her face into your chest, blushing at her accident and trying to hide a bashful smile. Hey, only quarter mast! This could work!

You know, you've been pretty stupid about this situation. You are literal royalty here. You live in a castle. You are rich. You are a goddamn hunk. You have a horde of nubile, incredibly down maids. But ohhh nooo, you've got sexy relatives. Just suck it up and live out your life in obscene luxury, alright? You already feel more at ease here than you had back in your real life; Ginny is like the world's greatest teddy bear. And if you have to plow every serving girl in existence to avoid fucking this sexy little titty bear, then So Be It. Sometimes heroes make sacrifices.

You're practically giddy by this point as a tide of serving girls begin to clear away the table. Well fuck, what to do now? Anything you want? Or maybe to mix things up, anything you want? Ginny seems to have been infested by your broad grin, smiling as well as a manservant hands Lady Gwendolyn a ribbon wrapped scroll. Untying and unrolling it, she quickly scans the parchment with vague disinterest as you playfully tickle your sister, the girl giggling and jiggling as she squirms in your arms.

As her eyes scan to the bottom of the scroll, Lady Gwendolyn's look of bored detachment quickly shifts into a sly half smile. "Oh my. Lord Gaspar's crest has been added to your list of suitors."

Ginny freezes, her breasts continuing to wobble back and forth even as the rest of her body goes stiff. You notice a flush of red beginning to creep up your sister's neck, and your previous sense of euphoric glee instantly transforms into bottomless, seething jealousy.

Who the FUCK is Lord Gaspar?