Jenny tightens her grip on her Mother and Brother

Over the course of the next morning, what little hope Marcus had left that his sister might give up on her plan of keeping him as her pet and their Mother as her submissive lover disappeared entirely. Jenny made it very clear from the start just how serious she was about this, when he woke up from a troubled sleep to find her sitting on top of his face and demanding he eat her out again. His tongue was stiff and tired after all the work it had done last night, but he obeyed her without hesitation, hurriedly licking her to a shuddering orgasm as she rode him into the bed, smothering him with her pussy. It was already feeling so natural to just do whatever she wanted, and when afterward she stroked his forehead and told him this was his proper place now he found himself struggling not to believe her.

Their Mother had put up a little more resistance at least, when she stirred from her own deep slumber and seen what was happening. She'd knelt meekly on the bed, naked and trembling, and tried pleading with her daughter to stop this before it went any further. That had lasted up until Jenny hissed in her ear that she could do whatever she wanted with Marcus if she was a good girl, and moments later the young prince found himself once again buried under the Queen's dripping wet pussy as she screamed out her own climax with his tongue lapping away inside her. Jenny had gently stroked his cock throughout, murmuring hot words of encouragement to them both, and as his Mother shrieked on top of him he'd spurted moments afterward, covering his sister's fingers with sticky cum.

This all still felt like some crazy dream, halfway to a nightmare. It should be wrong for a family to behave this way, the young prince knew in a distant and shrinking part of him, but as he watched his Mother hungrily lick his watery seed from his sister's hand, he just couldn't quite believe that anymore. The two women were both gorgeous, the curvy, beautiful Queen and Jenny, toned and muscular. The way they used him like this just felt so good, and more than that it felt...right too. Jenny wasn't budging. This was what she really did want and maybe it was what she deserved too after he and Mother had both hurt her so badly. If it meant having his older sister back after so long, and she kept making him feel this good, Marcus wasn't sure he could muster the strength to resist any longer, even in his head.

So, when Jenny ordered him to kneel at the foot of the bed, he just did what she wanted, watching silently as she had his Mother dress her in a smart shirt and trousers, then brush out her silver hair. The Queen seemed almost as cowed as he was by now, gently brushing her daughter's locks out then tying them into a neat ponytail. She smiled faintly when Jenny stroked her bare side and told her she'd done well, the relief clear in her eyes. When her daughter had leant up and kissed her tenderly on the lips, she looked even happier. To Marcus, it seemed his Mother and Sister were getting on better than they ever had before. Maybe the Queen was just going through this just because of him, but after just one day she already seemed to be letting herself enjoy what her daughter did to her. Did she feel the same as him, the young prince wondered. Had even his strong-willed Mother decided that submission to Jenny was the only choice they had?

After the Queen hurriedly pulled on a plain white dress Jenny gave her, that left Marcus as the only one still naked in the room, a fact that had him blushing hot and very much aware of how his sister seemed to want him as the lowest of the three of them. That status was firmly reinforced moments later, when Jenny fastened a leather collar gently round his neck and told him he wasn't to take it off ever. A mark of ownership, she called it, since she couldn't trust him to behave himself unless he knew who he belonged to at all times. She'd stroked his cheek and ruffled his hair while she said it though, so at least she was being nice.

That was what he could hope for now. The young prince was very much aware that they couldn't go back to what they'd shared before, the tender embraces and kisses they'd shared while making love that blissful night that seemed so long ago. One terrible mistake and misunderstanding that broke his sister's heart had made sure of that, but so long as he did everything she wanted Jenny seemed content to treat him kindly. There was a hollowness to it, a faint regret that made his heart ache, but...if this was all he could have from her now, then he'd have to let it satisfy him. What choice did he have?

So he knelt, meek and obedient when Jenny fastened a leash to his collar and tied it securely to the bedpost, purring at him to stay out of trouble when she was away seeing to her new Kingdom. If he was good, she told him, cupping his cheek under her palm, she'd have a treat for him this afternoon, but if he dared upset her again she'd have their Mother punish him. Her words made Marcus blush and tremble, as did the faint eagerness in the Queen's eyes as she watched her daughter tie her naked son to a bed. Jenny took her by the hand and whispered something in her ear, then kissed her again, hungrily and eagerly this time, as she melted into her daughter's arms.

Then the pair of them walked off together, hand in hand, leaving Marcus alone with nothing but his thoughts. Naked still, of course, his lips and chin drenched in the pussy juices of his Mother and sister, and his dick soft and satisfied between his legs. He curled up awkwardly at the foot of the bed, feeling more like a pet than ever. It wasn't so bad, right? Jenny was happy, and he just had to keep her that way and their Mother would be happy too. It felt good to know that. And maybe if he behaved himself enough and kept doing everything she wanted, his older sister would one day decide he'd earned back her trust.