He's pampered, made-up and dressed in finery by his sister

Some hours later, Marcus stood in front of a silver mirror, staring anxiously at his own reflection. Jenny's preparations for her coronation had proven far more involved and extensive than he'd realized, and now he hardly recognized the very pretty boy in the glass looking back at him, wearing what looked very much like a fancy princess' wedding dress. First Jenny had tenderly bathed him herself in a hot tub, brushing out his hair and scrubbing his skin with soap and water, her wandering hands groping and squeezing his bare body every chance she could. She'd been smiling and giggling throughout, her sheer joy at touching him infectious enough that Marcus had hardly even felt embarrassed about being washed like he was a child again.

He'd even gotten rather hot and needy when her groping caresses grew rather more lingering, his dick hard and aching between his legs. Jenny had noticed of course, but she'd just grinned wolfishly and told him there'd be plenty of time for that once the ceremony was done. Besides, she'd whispered in his ear, she liked him this way, blushing and wriggling, **** for her. Marcus had felt like he was going to melt into the warm water at that, and it had been really quite hard to think of anything when she lifted him gently out of the tub and dried him down with a soft, fluffy towel, then sat him firmly in her lap while she brushed his silver hair out until it was sleek and smooth.

So, he'd already been in a rather **** and suggestible state when she started dressing him, and it was getting harder to stand up to her the longer they were together anyway. It just felt kind of right for her to decide everything, since she was older, smarter and so much more willful than he was. Even letting her choose his clothes for him wasn't embarrassing anymore. Dazed, he hadn't even questioned the sheer pink gown she'd slipped over his bare body, no matter how feminine it looked. When she'd cooed and squealed in delight at how pretty he looked wearing it, Marcus had just smiled shyly, fiddling with the hem. He felt so happy when she was pleased with him like this, and even he had to admit the gown looked rather cute on him.

Then she'd darted eagerly to her wardrobe and pulled out a rather long white robe, all smooth, silky fabric with plenty of frills and ribbons. Well...more of a dress, really. It was beautiful, gorgeous, perfectly tailored and exactly his size. The young prince couldn't even imagine where she'd had it made or how much it had cost her, but she'd had it ready for him all the same, and she so desperately wanted him wearing it for the coronation. He'd almost protested, almost asked her if he could just wear one of the normal fancy robes he had back in his own cupboards, but the look of joy on her face as she held it up in front of him made it...really hard to say anything. He was doing all this to make her happy, wasn't he?

So, he'd just smiled and told her how pretty he thought it was, letting her slip it over his shoulders and gently pull it down over his body. It was long enough to almost reach his feet, and when she'd tied the ribbons and frills it had settled rather tightly over his slender body, pulling his waist in. It really was a dress...or so close to one no-one would tell the difference. Why would a prince wear a dress? Only Jenny had been clapping and bouncing out of sheer joy at seeing him wearing it, and she'd darted in to hungrily kiss him on the lips before he could even think of what to say to make her see that. The way she'd tugged his body into hers while she clutched him to her, her hands wandering down his back to give his butt a firm little squeeze through the fabric, had left him gasping for air, his dick pressing tight against the silky fabric of the gown. It got even harder to refuse her after that. The last part were a pair of delicate white shoes she'd slipped on each of his feet for him, her eyes alight with desire as she stared up his body.

For the final touch, she'd sat him down in front of her mirror, and brought out some makeup brushes. He'd actually managed to squeak out a question at that, but she'd just hushed him with a loving smile and told him she wanted him looking his very prettiest for the ceremony, so everyone would be happy with him as her consort. As she leant over him to do what she pleased, she'd kept cooing in his ear that he was her sweet, darling lover, and he'd look so very beautiful like this. She'd made his lashes even longer using a brush and some powder, then rubbed something into his cheeks to leave them looking even more flushed than his scarlet blush already did. By the end of it, Marcus had hardly recognized himself. He looked pretty, really pretty...so much like a girl that beside Jenny he had no doubt he'd be mistaken for her younger and far girlier sister instead.

Now he was waiting anxiously in her bedroom still, while she readied herself for her part of the coronation. As he twisted and turned in front of the mirror, he had to shyly admit he kind of liked how he looked. He was rather girly for a boy, with his pretty face, slender body and then rather wide hips, something that had always embarrassed him. Made-up and dressed like this, he felt...so pretty. And the way Jenny had reacted, her delighted and hungry looks at him when he'd stepped up and down the room in front of her to show her how the dress fit, that felt really good too. It was just...was he really going to step out in front of the entire court like this? Be displayed and named as Jenny's consort looking like her blushing bride instead? What would people think of him...what would people say? He didn't really know, and that frightened him.

"Marcus, my darling." His head turned at the sound of his sister's voice. She was standing in the doorway, staring longingly at him with a tender smile on her pretty face. Her deep blue eyes were fixed on him, like he was all that existed in the world. Marcus felt his cheeks burn, and he fiddled shyly with one of the ribbons on his dress. She really...did like this a lot, didn't she? "Are you ready?"

"Yes Jenny." The young prince found himself answering. His gaze darted up her body, his blush darkening. Instead of a dress like him, she wore a pair of fancy trousers, leather boots and then a silk jerkin decorated with golden thread. Her hair was loose, hanging down towards her shoulders, and she didn't seem to be wearing any makeup like he was. At her belt, a long, thin sword hung in its leather sheath, the ornate hilt glinting. She looked...really fierce and handsome, like a brave heroine from the stories he adored, come to save her beloved prince. Marcus felt his lips part, his belly fluttering at just the sight of her. She was always strong and gorgeous to him, but right now...he just wanted her to grab him in her muscled arms and toss his wriggling body right back onto that bed to do with him as she pleased.

"You like my outfit?" She grinned at him, baring teeth. "I can see that you do, little brother. Good, because yours is just...amazing. When I had it made for you, I didn't realize just how tempting it would make you look. Fuck...I can hardly stop myself from just pouncing on you right now." Her voice trembled, rough and husky, sending another pulse of heat through the young prince's wriggling body. His dick twitched, pressing against the soft fabric in ways that made his legs tremble. Ah...he really wanted that too, much more than some scary coronation. Jenny stepped closer, her gaze drifting up his body. "Thank you for agreeing to do this for me, my love." She continued. "I know you're nervous, but I promise, everything's going to work out just fine. It'll be a nice, short ceremony. I'll make sure everyone knows I'm the Queen, we're together and that no-one is going to take you from me. Then I can carry you straight back to my bed and reward my darling little brother for being so good. You're going to spend the entire night squealing and wriggling while I pleasure you over and over" She reached out a hand, taking his own smaller one in a tight grip, her eyes sparkling. "You're going to be mine forever, Marcus. Just...do this one thing for me, okay, to keep us both safe?"

"Yes Jenny." Marcus nodded, taking in a deep breath. He could do this...for her.

"Thank you, darling." She smiled at him, then lent in close to plant one more tender kiss on his waiting lips. It was only for a moment, and when she drew back he found himself staring longingly up at her, hoping for more. "Don't look at me like that, naughty brother." She giggled. "Or else we're never going to be able to leave this room. Now, come on." She gave his hand a gentle tug, pulling him with her back towards the door. Marcus followed his gallant, handsome sister, his cheeks burning under the makeup. He really did kind of feel like a bride right now, eagerly awaiting his wedding night.