He hides it from her, but she manages to cheer him up anyway

A few hours later, Marcus was sitting on a comfortable chair in his sister's bedroom, staring out the large window out onto the empty fields below. It had been a long time since he'd been in here. Sometimes when they were younger, Jenny had pulled him inside because she wanted to talk for hours, even past his bedtime, which always got him in loads of trouble with their Mother. He'd noticed then that his sister seemed to have a lot less things in her room than he did, just a few cupboards with practical clothes, a smallish bed and the wooden swords and practice armor she'd always been practicing with. Then, after she was exiled, it had been emptied and locked, as his parents tried to forget their daughter even existed. Around that time, he used to come here sometimes and sit sadly outside the door, wishing she'd come back.

Now she finally had, but so much had changed. The old furniture had been cleared out, replaced by a large king-sized bed with royal purple sheets, and she'd brought in two wardrobes filled now with both their clothes arranged neatly by the maids who'd sneered at him. The shelves on the walls displayed a row of these odd little trinkets he'd stopped to gawp at after his bath. Some of them were easy to understand, like the well-worn locket with a faded portrait of him as a child inside. The thought of Jenny carrying that on all her travels had made him blush a little. Then there were the stranger ones, like a drinking horn carved out of white ivory set in a silver stand, and a dagger in a gold-threaded sheath covered in odd markings, a language he'd never seen before.

He wondered where his sister had found these things. She must have travelled really far from home, to strange lands he'd never dreamed of. And all that time, she'd been thinking about him, planning and working with all her power to return to their Kingdom just so she could be with him again. It made him understand a little better why she was acting so **** now. She must have been really lonely all that time, thrown aside by her Mother and Father and torn away from the brother she cared so much for.

Of course, feeling sorry for Jenny didn't make things any easier for him now. As soon as she got back from her meetings, she was probably going to want to bed him again. All this would just make it even harder for him to tell her he didn't like her that way. She'd keep thinking it was all okay, getting even more attached to him and making more extravagant and public gestures of love for her own brother. Even after he'd spent a long time sitting in the bath, until the water had gone tepid and he'd cheered up a little, talking to their Mother was still the only plan he'd come up with to make her understand. He had to hope it would work, before every single servant in the Castle got too disgusted with him.

"Little brother, are you there?" Just like that, he suddenly heard Jenny's voice from the door outside. He stiffened in the chair, hurriedly wiping his eyes. If she realized how much those maids had upset him, she'd probably go on another rampage.

"Yes, Jenny." He answered. The door opened and she strode inside, her delighted gaze immediately finding him. In her hands she was carrying a silver tray.

"You don't know how happy I am to see you sitting there, dear." She cooed, her voice trembling. "It's just what I need after the day I've had. My advisors are so very dull. They just talk and talk about issues that are so easily solved, then they gripe about the simple solutions I offer like they don't understand me. The only thing that stopped me from snapping and kicking them all out my castle was knowing my darling little brother was waiting for me in my very own room." With a delighted squeal, she darted over to him and slipped right into the chair beside him. There was barely enough space, and the young prince found himself pressed rather tightly against his sister's muscled body. Her leg lay over his, her thigh rubbing up and down across his skin. "Oh, I brought you something!" She gasped, hurriedly setting down the tray on the table in front of him. "I had the cook make a big batch of your favorite honied tarts, see?"

Staring down at the plate of sweet treats arranged neatly on the tray, Marcus felt his throat tighten, and his heart ache. She remembered....of course she did. When they were younger Jenny was always sneaking him desserts from the kitchen. Their Mother had been so strict with him then, refusing to let him even eat anything sweet except on the most special of occasions under her direct supervision. No-one cared what his sister did though, so she could run to the kitchens and have a batch of sweets made just for her. Then she'd sneak into his room at night and they'd eat them together under the blankets where their Mother couldn't see, chatting and laughing and getting crumbs everywhere. Sometimes he'd stuff his face too full and get tired, and then she'd let him fall asleep in her arms. He'd felt so warm and safe and happy when she sang him to sleep. It had been so simple then. She was his amazing, kind and strong older sister and he loved her. He still loved her, right?

As she lifted a honied tart to his mouth, Marcus opened his lips and let her gently feed it to him. He lent against her, letting his shoulder rest against hers and feeling the warmth of her skin through their clothes. Tomorrow, their Mother was going to talk to Jenny and make her understand that what she'd been doing to him wasn't okay. Until then though, couldn't he just let her do what she wanted? It made her so happy, he knew, and after the awful things that had happened to her, didn't she deserve a little happiness now?

It wasn't like he didn't enjoy some of it himself. She was really pretty of course, and her tall, muscled body made him feel all hot and tingly when he thought about how she looked naked. This morning, when she'd made him lick her it had...been kind of nice. Listening to her moan in pleasure above him, knowing he was making her feel good. Maybe just one more night like this wouldn't be so bad, before they went back to being a normal brother and sister again afterward. If he could just keep her from getting angry again that is.