Going to see the Queen

"I'm glad you talked me into this, little brother." Jenny murmured, giving the young prince's hand a firm squeeze. "It's the right thing to do. We have to tell her we're together now, make her understand that you're going to be mine forever and not hers." Marcus just gave an anxious smile, letting her lead him by the hand down the castle corridors, towards the dungeons.

This wasn't at all what he'd meant when he'd asked her to let him see the Queen, but his older sister just heard what she wanted to. Worse, it was getting even harder to stand up to her after...what they'd done together last night. He kept catching himself staring at her beautiful lips and longing for another kiss. Or he'd remember how amazing it had felt when she clutched his naked body against hers after he'd cum inside her pussy. Then, when he told himself he had to make her stop this, stop treating him like a lover instead of a brother, his heart would get kind of achy and sore.

It almost felt like part of him just wanted them to keep going this way. But that was impossible. He had to stay strong and keep reminding himself. Even if she didn't understand how wrong this was, he did, he always had. There was no way for a sister and brother to sleep together and get married, least of all as King and Queen. The people wouldn't stand for it. Those maids who'd sneered at him were just the start. Soon, everyone in the castle would think him and Jenny were disgusting. He had to fix this, and their Mother was the only way out he had.

"Is it okay if I talk to Mother alone, just for a little while?" He asked carefully, hoping that wouldn't set her off. Her grip on his hand tightened rather suddenly, making him wince. She was angry...of course she was.

"No! Why would you even want that?" She snapped.

"It's just...um...she's going to be really upset when we tell her what happened, and I don't want her to feel bad." Marcus stammered. "I just thought if I spoke to her alone I could cheer her up, maybe." It was a really lame excuse, and he knew it, but it was the only one he could think of.

"I'm sorry Marcus, but it's out of the question." Jenny shook her head vigorously. "You're such a sweet boy wanting her to be happy, but you don't understand how dangerous a woman like her can be. If I'm not there to watch over you, she could talk you into anything."

"Jenny, she's our Mother." The young prince gasped, more than a little shocked at the venom in his sister's voice. Wasn't it Father who'd exiled her? So why did she hate the Queen so much?

"That's exactly why you can't be alone with her." Jenny squeezed his hand tightly again, hard enough to hurt. "And why it's so important we make it clear you belong to me now. She's had her claws in you far too long without me here to protect you. Even when we were younger, she was always trying to take you away from me. She wants you all for herself, that's what this has all been about. But she can't have you...you're mine! Why do you think she locked you up in this castle all the time, huh?"

"I...don't know." Marcus glanced at the floor, biting his lip anxiously. This all sounded so crazy! His Mother had never done any of those things. Sure, she hardly ever let him leave the castle, and got really mad at him whenever he was too friendly with the lower classes in front of her, but that was just her trying to protect him, right? She'd always told him how very dangerous the world outside was for princes, and he believed her. After all, in his books, boys like him were always getting kidnapped by evil sorceresses or bandit queens and then having to be saved by brave lady knights. Mother just didn't want that to happen to him! Only he couldn't find the words to tell Jenny that. He got the sense his sister wouldn't believe him anyway.

"In fact, I think it's best if you stay back while I speak to her first." Jenny continued fiercely, dragging him by the hand through an old wooden door with a barred window through it. It led into an empty corridor with bare stone walls and floors, the only light a few flickering torches. Marcus swallowed anxiously, guessing this was the way that led to the dungeons. He'd never been to this part of the castle before, even though he'd sometimes been a little curious. It was all too scary, and Mother would never have let him. "I'll explain what's going on, in a way she'll have to understand, then you can come out and we can prove you belong to me, right in front of her! She'll have to understand then." Jenny's voice was going all high and cold, the way it always seemed to when she got jealous. Marcus trembled at the sound, knowing this meant nothing good for him. "Here!" His sister stopped suddenly, speaking rather softer now. "That bitch's cell is right around the corner. Now, Marcus you have to wait here until I call you. I don't want her to see you until I've made her understand some things. If she gets to you first, she'll try to take you for herself again. So you have to be a good boy and stay right here, okay?"

"Yes, Jenny." Marcus nodded miserably. His plan was totally ruined now. He couldn't ask their Mother for help with his sister right there listening to every word. The Queen was going to hear everything from Jenny instead, and maybe even end up thinking awful things like he wanted to be with his sister this way. It wasn't what he wanted, right?

"Good boy." Jenny darted in as she spoke, and kissed him gently, her lips brushing over his for just a moment. Marcus stiffened against the cold dungeon wall. Just that tender little touch made his cheeks glow hot and his chest ache. He watched, his thoughts in turmoil, as his older sister turned and strode round the corner to face their Mother.