Marcus wants to stand up for himself, it doesn't go too well.

When the door to his room swung open again, Marcus was still sitting on the end of the bed, reciting for what felt like the hundredth time what he wanted to say to his sister. He was going to tell Jenny that this had to stop, as firmly as he could. She'd have to listen to him, right? As soon as he saw her standing in the doorway though, tall and fierce in a smart silk jacket and trousers, every word just slipped from his mind and he was left gawking at her with his mouth hanging open.

"There you are, dear brother." She strode forward, a joyful smile lighting up her pretty face. "I was hoping I'd still find you curled up and sleeping naked on the bed so I could pounce on you." Blushing furiously, he didn't manage to get a word out before she sat down beside him. Then she grabbed him firmly round the waist and pulled his wriggling little body up into her lap. He opened his mouth to tell her to stop but his words died in a shrill squeal when she kissed him firmly on the neck, sucking at his skin with her lips. "Ah, you are just adorable, runt." She murmured hotly as she withdrew. "This robe was a nice choice, but I think we need it cut rather shorter." Her hand was somehow suddenly on the hem of his clothes, and he gasped as she pulled it higher up his legs, baring inches of smooth, pale thigh. "Once things are settled here, I'll have the royal tailors work on a whole new wardrobe for you. Shorts and little robes to show off your cute legs and butt. I want you looking so tempting I just can't resist attacking you every time I see you."

Now she was going to be dressing him! Marcus shook his head frantically, but she didn't even seem to notice. Taking in a deep breath as she groped his bare legs, he struggled to get the words out he so desperately needed to say.

"Um...Jenny, I can't..." Before he could finish out she kissed him, full on the lips this time. Her tongue was in his mouth, pressing his down. He blushed furiously against her, wriggling in her tight grip as she licked at his tongue like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. When she drew back, he was gasping for air, and the heated way she stared at him made him tremble like a startled doe on her lap.

"Almost forgot, you must be hungry." She sighed, tossing her hair. "I'll let you eat first, then we can have some more fun. Bring in his meal!" She turned and shouted at the open door. Marcus froze at the very unwelcome sound of footsteps. One of the maids slipped inside, a tray in her hands with a steaming bowl of porridge on top. She had her head bowed politely, but her eyes flickered up over the pair of them and widened in shock. The young prince blushed even hotter, prickling heat spreading to his neck and ears. What must she think? Seeing him in his own sister's lap with her hands all over him. Then Jenny made things even worse, leaning in to hungrily kiss at his neck again with an awful, wet, smacking noise that seemed way too loud. The maid flinched, her lips curling into a disgusted frown.

"Jenny, please, not in front of her!" Marcus whimpered, struggling to pull away as she held him tight against her.

"Why not?" His sister sighed, her lips still half-pressed against his neck. "Fuck, you're shy, I suppose. We'll work on that." Her gaze snapped to the maid and narrowed impatiently. "Put his food on the table and get out." She snarled.

"Yes, ma'am." The maid curtsied neatly, her lips pursed into a thin line. She gently laid Marcus' breakfast down on his table, then turned and hurried away, her footsteps pattering off down the corridor. The young prince could already imagine her sprinting to the servant's quarters to tell everyone what she'd seen. The disgusting display of two royal siblings treating each other like lovers. All the maids would hate him now, and worse, he still hadn't managed to tell anyone this wasn't even what he wanted!

"Come, I'll feed you." Jenny rose to her feet, lifting his body up with her. Squealing, he clung frantically to her neck as she held him easily against her. She was so strong! He felt like he was in the grip of some huge, hungry lioness, being carried off to be devoured. Instead of eating him though, she carried him over to the table and sat down in his chair, settling him firmly back in her lap like she was never going to let him leave. He watched with wide, anxious eyes as she stirred the porridge, then lifted a spoonful towards his lips. "Open wide, little brother." She smiled down at him. Blushing, Marcus obeyed, feeling very helpless.

The young prince gazed back at her as he swallowed that first mouthful. She looked so very happy to be doing this for him, her eyes shining with wet delight. He still had no idea how she'd ended up feeling this way. They'd been close as kids, sure, but only ever like siblings should be. Those times she'd protected him from bullies, or demanded he come with her outside on one of her mad adventures, had all those moments meant so much more to her than he'd ever realized? Or what about the stranger things she'd done, like stealing his clothes or jumping in the bath with him? She'd certainly always seemed to enjoy catching him naked.

He shifted on her lap as she slipped another spoon into his waiting mouth. When he told her he didn't want this, it was going to break her heart. All through the meal that followed, after each loving spoonful carried to his lips, he tried to get the words out. But then she'd look at him again with those soft, doe eyes, or let out a long, relieved sigh like she felt everything was right in the world, and it just got harder and harder.