Get started on the cure

Despite having just busted a nut in his sister’s mouth, Stewart’s cock is rock hard again. Looking down at the engorged shaft, he gulps and tries to push aside any images of exploding genitals.

“This is serious,” he says. “The sooner this condition can be treated, the better.”

Adella is also looking at her brother’s cock. Not having time to think about it made the act of sucking him off much easier. Now that the taste of his seed is still in her mouth and while her pussy still reverberates with the powerful orgasm induced by Windermere, she finds herself strangely aroused and attracted to the sight.

Shaking her head and forcing her eyes away from the sight, she turns to Windermere and says, “His Majesty must get started on the treatment at once. Please see who is available to assist.”

The bizarre little man nods and rushes from the room, leaving in his place a small puddle of thick, white liquid. Adella stares at it, trying to reconcile her feelings about the fact that this happened while he was pleasuring her.

Returning her attention to her brother, she asks, “How are you doing?” Her eyes glance down to his crotch, where he is gingerly examining his genitals. “Is it painful?”

“Not at the moment, but before — right before you came in and — um — helped me — it was excruciating. I guess saying, ‘Thanks’ doesn’t quite cover it, huh?”

Adella allows herself a smile and a soft chuckle. “After all these years of enduring comments from you and Duncan and your relentless teasing about my enforced chastity, who would have imagined that my first experience of this sort would be with you?”

“Well, in all honesty, you did remarkably well for that being your first time,” says Stewart. As awkward as it still is to be naked, erect, and talking about **** with his sister, the events of the past few hours have certainly broken the ice. “Are you sure I was your first blowjob?”

Adella’s cheeks grow red, but she keeps her composure. “Of course. But that’s not to say that I haven’t discussed such matters with my lady-in-waiting.”

“Ah... Courtney..... Yes, I would definitely qualify her as an expert in such matters.” Stewart smiles, thinking about his dalliances, with the young woman. A sudden uncomfortable throb in his cock abruptly pulls him out of the daydream.

Adella notices his change of expression. “What’s the matter? Did it start to hurt?”

When Stewart nods, Adella says, “You must try your best not to think about anything erotic. As I understand it, the allergic reaction is intensified through sexual arousal. Keep your thoughts off of sex, and it will slow the progress of the affliction.”

Stewart looks at his sister as if she were speaking just as nonsensically as the Nymphites. “‘Keep your thoughts off sex’? Are you serious? For one thing, I’m a man. In the second place, I have a boner that refuses to go away. In the third place, I’m in a crazy place where everyone talks like an illicit theatrical production, and they all go around rutting like rabbits. And to top it all of, you’re here, dressed like that, and all I can think about is how I want to —“ He stops in mid-sentence, realizing he just said way too much.

Adella digests Stewart’s words and puts her hand to her mouth. “Stewart! That is the affliction speaking! It’s one thing for me to have helped you out the way I did in an emergency, but to even consider....”

“I know, I know....” he replies, with a dismissive wave. Even so, he can’t help but notice that although Adella’s words and tone of voice are definitive, the rise in color of her cheeks and the slight dilation of her pupils suggests that she doesn’t find everything about the idea repugnant. Unbidden, a picture enters the kings mind of his sister, freed of the skimpy loincloth, laying on her back with her ankles resting on his shoulders as he pummels her inviting pussy until —

“OW!” A sharp pain in his groin shatters his fantasy. He grasps at his cock, nursing it gingerly.

Adella looks at her brother with deep concern, the scolding of a few moments ago suddenly gone. She looks toward the door. “I wonder what is keeping Windermere. Perhaps I should go check on him.”