Let's Test Those Multitasking Skills

You squirm in your seat, unable to believe that Lady Gwendolyn and the princess are apparently utterly oblivious to the fact that there is a maid curled between your legs, happily slurping away at your exultant cock. Does everyone in this world suffer from some sort of...whatever, sexual learning disability or something?! Dick Blindness? General Fuckery Obliviousness (or GFO Syndrome)? Ginny's head is literally resting on your shoulder like three feet from where Maid Sucksgood languidly bobs her head upon your manhood. Lady Gwendolyn is apparently just as unaware, the woman delicately stirring a bit of sugar into her tea with all the dignity of a duchess, which fuck, she probably is or something. Who the hell knows.

"So. Genevieve."

Ginny sighs, idly twining the hand of your boob-encased arm with her own. "Yes?"

"Have any of the new suitors caught your eye?"

The princess groans, shifting around to bury her face into your shoulder and in the process squishing a giant breast and its fat nipple directly into your chest. Luckily she responds immediately, because otherwise she would have definitely heard your grunt of pleasure and the maid's hum of satisfaction when the dick she is currently swallowing goes from rock-hard to a pillar of goddamn steel.

"They're okaaay...I just..." Your sister sighs again, snugging even tighter into you as she apparently seeks comfort from her dilemma. "I don't know. I want someone..." You can feel her starting to flush through the thin silk of your robe, her quiet breath hot upon your chest. "....Special."

Okay, yes. You need to finish as quickly as possible, because if you don't bust this nut immediately there is a chance you'll pluck this peach right here and now, fuck the obscenely perfect little sister consequences.

The maid seems to pick up on your urgent need, releasing the throbbing ball she'd been sucking on to inhale your shaft again and begin doing insane things with her throat. You hope at some point these maids were taught how to clean or something, because as far as you can tell at least half of their training had to have been sex lessons. You look around desperately for something visual to help you along that isn't the little princess attached by the rack to your chest, quickly deciding Lady Gwendolyn fits all the criteria of being A. Hot and B. Not Related To You.

This turns out to be a convenient decision, as the lady has turned her focus to you. "I don't suppose you have made any headway in the matter either?"

Fuck, it's hard to focus on anyone else while Ginny is in the room but she really is a goddamn fox, isn't she? Those sculpted cheekbones and plump lips, her sophisticated bun of silvered lavender hair and general air of poise and grace...she could have easily walked into any high fashion show back home and instantly made all the models look like shaved orangutans. You shake your head as the maid presses all the way down to your hilt and heat begins to build deep in your groin, prompting an indulgent chuckle from Lady Gwendolyn.

"That is all well and good, I suppose. I fully understand that young princes are often a bit too...energetic to settle down." Her pouty lips quirk as she favors you with a small smile, her hand coming up to toy with the brooch that sparkles on high necked gown. Wait, is she flirting with you? "Do try to pace yourself with the maids though, darling boy. The kingdom is undergoing a dire shortage of the things, you know."

Ginny gasps a bit at the cheeky talk from the normally austere older woman, clutching your arm a bit more tightly between her breasts as her cheek grows noticeably hotter against your chest. Your eyes are still glued where Gwendolyn still toys with the brooch just above her chest, however, even as you begin to quietly hump in time with the maid's slurps. Lady Gwyndolin is just as graceful and slender as when you first laid eyes on her, but...you hadn't really noticed it before, but isn't her torso a bit, you don't know, bulkier than it should be? Like she's wearing a layer of padding under....oh, fuck. That can't be it, can it?

Your flash of perverse insight is proven emphatically true when Lady Gwendolyn drapes her arms behind her head and indulges in a bit of a stretch. Her otherwise willowy form immediately bulges out, taxing her strait-laced gown in a way that could only mean one thing: the proper lady has some sort of industrial-strength binding keeping a chest that could rival even Ginny's coyly hidden from prying eyes. A haze sinks over you as your cock begins to pulse and your throbbing testicles prepare to stuff the gleefully consenting maid with a week's worth of cum. Even still Lady Gwendolyn's riveting gaze cuts through your lust-fogged brain as she brings her gray-green eyes to meet yours, arms still folded behind her head and gown visibly straining with her hidden talents. It's just too much...fuck, with her drop-dead gorgeous looks, pastel hair and, apparently, secret rack, she could almost be...

Wait.

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

"Don't be a prude, Genevieve; it's perfectly natural. Why, when I was your age, I was quite familiar with how natural a strapping young prince's energy can be."

"Auntie Gwen!!"

Okay. She's your aunt. Fuck. Does that mean you don't immediately gush like a firehose directly down the maid's throat? Nope. Let's be honest, it probably in no small part contributed to the sheer amount that is surging out of you in glorious bursts.

Your Aunt Gwendolyn gives another quirking smile of her lush lips, serenely lifting her teacup as the maid pops off of your still-twitching cock. She takes a moment, then deliberately swallows her last mouthful of your cum just as Gwendolyn takes a sip of her tea. Then, because this world is completely fucked up, both women favor you with a totally in unison wink.

Guess every beautiful woman in this world is like 50/50 to be a close blood relative of yours.