The Practice Date, Part One

You spend the next half hour preparing for the practice date with the sort of intricate plotting that must go into planning a high-stakes bank heist. You're sending out for necessary items, scouting out potential locations, pouring over everything you know about your beloved sister, and through it all you're nonstop porno railing maids. You aren't even paying that much attention to the veritable horde of girls doing their best to satiate the unholy need of your furiously immortal erection, muttering a distracted 'thanks' whenever one out of focus girl is replaced by another and gamely giving any tit that's shoved into your hands an amiable squeeze. You don't want to be rude, after all. But for the most part? You're focused on one and only one thing: Ginny.

So twenty five minutes later when you're pausing in the corridor just beyond Ginny's chambers, dressed to the nines and clutching a little wrapped package as you blast your umpteenth load down the throat of a busty blonde maid, you can only hope that the tired half-chub she leaves you with will be good enough. Because you have never, ever been more aroused in your life, and you suspect that Ginny would probably draw the line at you out and out ravishing her during a picnic. Or would she. Would she? Fuck, back at full mast. The departing maid gives a delighted coo as you flip up her skirt and fumble your throbbing cock into her dripping pussy, arching her back to wrap her arms around your head as you begin thrusting. You both grunt and groan as you hump into one another, squishing a fat breast in your hand as you imagine it's Ginny's significantly grander womanly abundance. It's enough to push you over the edge, gritting your teeth in exertion as you fire a thick wad of cum directly into the rapturous maid's hungry womb.

She gives you a cheery kiss before tottering away on wobbling knees, your overactive dick tamed once again. Okay. Fuck. That's going to have to do it.

So you run a hand through your pastel pink hair, take one final moment to make sure you haven't splattered yourself with cum anywhere, and then purposefully stride around the corner to give the door to Ginny's chambers a confident knock. There's immediately a gasp and a flurry of excited noise inside, someone doing their best to shush someone else before the door cracks open and Issa pokes her head through. "Yeess~?"

You awkwardly clear your through. "Um, it's me? The Prince? I'm here to...pick up Ginny?"

A squeal of utter delight rings out from inside, Issa frowning as she turns her head back around to shush some more. Then she turns back with a professional smile. "Princess Ginny will be ready in twenty minutes; would you mind taking a seat until then?"

Before you can response, a voice whines from inside Ginny's chambers. "Issa~! I'm ready now! I don't want to make Big Brother wait~!"

The maid takes in a steadying breath, then gives you her professional smile again. "Will you excuse me for a moment?" She disappears back into the room without waiting for your reply, the sound of argument clattering through the closed doors. They're both speaking so quickly and heatedly that you can't make out what they're saying, but before long Issa pokes her head out again with a long-suffering look. "For the sake of this practice, we request that you stipulate that Princess Genevieve has made you wait for twenty minutes. Agreed?"

You nod, adopting the same formal tone. "So stipulated."

Issa gives you a grateful smile, then pushes forward to open the door. She steps aside and your heart skips a beat, the beaming face of Ginny appearing before you. She's tied her pale pink hair back in a loose ponytail, her lustrous green eyes shining from her breathtakingly gorgeous face as she smiles at you. And the light blue sundress, clenched snugly at her petite waist and fluttering airily around her rounded hips, does a more than able job of containing your sister's huge breasts. You don't miss the slight strain she's putting on the buttons that line her prodigious chest, though. God, how can such a perfect creature exist? You fully realize that you're staring, and you so don't care. Luckily she doesn't seem to care either, the girl clutching her arms before her in what might be anxiety or might be an effort to give you a show, her fat boobs squishing enormously between her arms. She smiles a bit wider, her eyes shimmering as they meet yours. "Hi."

What else could you possible say to that? "Hi."

Issa is fucking loving this, though you can't help noticing that she's giving you a bit of side eye right now. "I'm surprised I have to mention this, Your Highness, but a properly devoted suitor would have brought flowers."

Ginny raises her eyebrows at that, sticking out her lower lip at you in a vaguely pouty way that makes you want to just start shoving your dick into things. Luckily, you've planned enough for this moment that you can fight through the distraction. "Maybe. But a truly devoted suitor would know that Ginny finds picked flowers to be sad. And so!" You present the carefully wrapped package to Ginny, your sister taking it from you with a murmur of thanks. She gives Issa a curious look, then quickly unwraps her present to reveal a small watercolor still life of a bouquet. Ginny lets out a delighted ring of laughter at that, Issa offering you an impressed look as you try to avoid seeming too pleased with yourself. "Do you like it?"

"I do!" Ginny favors you with another heart-melting smile, lightly biting her lower lip for a moment. At length she speaks up, her eyes still locked on yours as she calls out a question to Issa. "If Candyland does something like this, how do I thank him?" Her breath quickens inside her chest. "Can I kiss him?"

Issa firmly shakes her head. "This early in the date? Here? Uh-uh, no way. If you kissed him now, you'd both wind up in the bedroom already." You absolutely do not miss the way that two fat dents pop out of the front of Ginny's boob-stuffed dress at that. "He can give you hand kisses only until the nearest bedroom is at least one hundred yards away."

Ginny nods at that and raises her arm, giving you an expectant look. Well, you're certainly not going to turn down that invitation. You carefully take her dainty hand, her little fingers soft and warm against yours, then slowly lean down to lay a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Ginny immediately giggles, her peals of delight redoubling when you give her a second kiss. The third and fourth are starting the move past her hand, the fifth clearing her wrist as a little bit of a groan melts in with Ginny's giggles. Issa clearly decides that's more than enough, because the maid clears her throat and steps between you and the princess. "So! What do you have planned?"

You straighten, glad again that you took the time to plow your way through all of those maids. Because if you hadn't, that little exchange would have left you as hard as a fucking steal beam. "I've set up a spot in the garden for a picnic. I had thought we might take a bit of a stroll first?"

Issa nods in approval as Ginny gives a pleased hum, stepping forward to fondly take your arm. "Oh, do you think we could wander through town?"

You smile down at your sister. "Anything you want, Ginny."

She returns your smile, her lips slightly parting as she tilts her head in anticipation of a kiss. You've nearly leaned in to give her just that before Issa loudly clears her throat again. "Princess Genevieve. Bedroom."

"Oh." She glances back into her chambers, taking a longing look at the large bed that tragically lacks a brother and sister fucking on it. Then gives a regretful little shrug, turning her head back to grin at you again. "Shall we?"

You should have fucked more maids.