Guenevere

The heavy oaken door swings slowly open, and reveals my nubile little cousin, wearing a small nightie and holding an ornate silver lantern. Her waist is shown through the mostly-transparent material, and the top of her evening gown reveals a little more cleavage than I should be comfortable with, especially at this hour. Her hair is damp, indicating to me that she was also just recently bathing, a quick flash of this lewd image runs through my overactive imagination.

"Aerin, I had a terrible nightmare, could I please come in? I'm truly frightened." Guenevere says, putting her lip out in a pout. I can't tell if she's serious, or planning something nefarious.

"Aren't you a little old to be running to your older family members when you have a bad dream, Guenevere?" I say, mockingly crossing my arms, and giving her a jokingly condescending look.

"Oh, don't be rude, big cousin. Do you not want to see me?" she tells me, sticking out her tongue.

I do, very much so in fact. Still, I'm not sure of the whole situation. "Won't Cole disapprove? You know he doesn't like you running about, especially at night, and especially in the capitol."

"Cousin, you're sounding more and more like your dear father ever day. Don't be such a prude, we're cousins after all, not lovers sneaking off in the night." she says to me, smiling. She pushes right by me, pressing into me as she does, once again giving me an almost inappropriate feel of her tight, young form. She walks into my bedchambers, placing the bullseye lantern on a small circular table. More importantly, giving me a wonderful view of her firm, tight buttocks, concealed away in her revealing nightwear. I can almost see the bottom of her cheeks as she strolls towards my bed.