His sister doesn't make it easy for him

After lying there gasping for a while, Jenny suddenly rolled out onto her side, lying over the bed right next to Marcus. The young prince bit his lip, gazing anxiously at his naked sister. He couldn't help but stare at her boobs and muscled belly, but he was still a little afraid of what she'd do to him next. She wriggled forward and reached over his body, pulling him forward until he lay right against her, pressed against her skin. One of her long, toned legs rubbed over his own while her hand caressed his naked back, like she wanted to touch him in as many places as possible.

"You're such a naughty boy, little brother." She purred, leaning in to kiss him hungrily between each word. "So pretty and so naughty. I'm going to do so many bad things to you and you're going to love all of them." Her hand was on his butt, squeezing and groping at the soft flesh. Marcus was frozen in her arms, all he could do was lay there with his lips parted as her tongue flickered over the inside of his mouth. The feeling of such a beautiful woman pressed naked against his body made his dick throb and ache so much he could hardly stand it, no matter that she was his older sister.

"Jenny..." The young prince managed to gasp between her kisses. She paused, staring at him with her beautiful blue eyes. One of her hands slipped up to his forehead and she rubbed his hair. It felt nice, the gentle way her fingers brushed over his forehead sending warm feelings fluttering through his body.

"What is it, dear?" She murmured, her hold on him getting gentler. "I didn't hurt you, did I? I was trying so hard to hold back this time."

"No, you didn't." Marcus found himself replying. She hadn't, not really, and she sounded so worried he didn't want to upset her. "It's just...we can't keep doing this." He gasped softly as the words finally escaped his lips. She froze against him, shock in her gorgeous eyes.

"Why not?" She whispered, her voice trembling.

"It's...you're my sister." The young prince whimpered. How was he supposed to say this? She looked so sad already. If he told her he didn't really want any of this she'd be devastated. "What will Mother and Father think?" He asked, grasping at the only straws he could think of.

"Fuck them, they don't matter anymore." Jenny spat, anger flashing in her eyes. Marcus froze, a little shocked at the viciousness in her voice. He swallowed anxiously, realizing with a cold chill he'd never even asked her what had happened to their Mother and Father.

"Jenny...what did you do to our parents?" He managed to whimper, more than a little afraid of her answer.

"Nothing, for now." His sister sighed. "I just had them locked up. A lot of my men wanted them killed or exiled, but I think I'll let them live so long as they accept me as the new queen. They're in one of the nicer cells in the dungeons, with a bed and everything. More than they deserve after how they betrayed us." The young prince gasped in relief. At least his parents were safe.

"Can I see them?" He asked eagerly. "Maybe...just Mother at least?" Jenny stiffened up against him, suddenly looking even more furious than before.

"No!" She snapped, her voice shrill. "Why her? Why would you even want to?"

"Jenny please...you're scaring me." Marcus whimpered. "She's our Mother!"

"Don't you get it brother?" His sister hissed, pulling him tight against her chest. Marcus wriggled frantically as he was squashed into her boobs, her muscled arms digging into the skin of his back. "She wants to take you away from me! They all do and she's the worst! I can't let her! You're mine!"

"Jenny!" He squealed shrilly, muffled by her boobs. It was like she didn't even hear him. She was muttering under her breath, her voice so angry and scary it made him shiver like a leaf.