Pull out

With an almost-supernatural show of self-control, Stewart pulls his cock out of his sister just in time for the thick ribbons of his cum to stream out over Adella’s stomach. His hand seizes his spasming shaft and milks it hard, urging every drop of creamy whiteness out of his rock-hard shaft.

He looks down at his sister. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut, and her face is contorted in a look that he knows all-too-well as that of a woman who is in the throes of a climax caused by his sexual prowess. He watches in awed fascination as her body stiffens and gyrates, as if dancing to some music audible only to her. Adella’s lips part, and her tongue runs sensuously over her lips as she squeezes both her breasts tightly with her delicate fingers.

When Adella finally opens her eyes, she sees her brother staring down at her, his hand still stroking his subsiding hardon. She smiles shyly at him and runs her hand from her breast to her belly, feeling the thick, sticky emissions deposited there by Stewart’s powerful orgasm.

The two siblings look at each other for several moments, smiling sweetly. Then, at the same moment, the same feeling of awkwardness hit both of them. They look away from each other’s eyes, and Stewart scoots back and stands up.

“I — I really didn’t mean for that to happen,” says Adella. “You must believe me.... I just meant to tease you, but once it started, I just couldn’t —“

Stewart holds up a hand. “You do not need to say anything, Adella. I know.” He, too, knew there was a point at which the teasing crossed a line from which they could not return. He felt a strange mixture of guilt at what had just happened, combined with a feeling of sexual satisfaction, the likes of which he had not known in a long time. Even as he looked around for his loincloth, his cock gave a small twitch, as if to say, “I hope that’s not the last time!”

Adella rolls off the bed and retrieves a towel, which she uses to wipes off the copious seminal emissions. She, too, felt guilt, but she also felt a warmth and gentle tingle between her legs that is infinitely more satisfying than the comparatively-tiny bursts of pleasure she has been able to bring herself with her hand.

The two siblings dress — if that’s what you can call the skimpy attire provided them by Althesire — in awkward silence. Finally, they look at each other, and each has the feeling of seeing a sibling in a brand new light. Adella had always carried an almost-academic awareness of how handsome her brother was, but now she looks at him and understands that it isn’t just power, wealth, and fame that has caused countless women to surrender to his seductions.

Stewart looks at his sister. Her bare breasts are as captivating as ever, but as he looks at her wholly, seeing them as part of the entire package, he is amazed that such a beautiful creature is the “designated virgin” of the family. Then, with a guilty start, he thinks, “Well, so much for that designation!”

“Stewart, I wonder if —“ Adella is unable to finish the thought because of the knock at the door. Grateful for the interruption, Stewart opens the door and sees Althesire and Tonia.

“We have come to have you join in our foursome. My wife is eager to feel your testicles bouncing on her chin while she watches me impale the princess with my full, meaty rod!”

Stewart nearly groans out loud. In the passion of the past few minutes, he had all but forgotten about the confounded language barrier. He turns to his sister, who joins him, smiling. She is apparently grateful for the distraction.

She takes her brother by the arm and says to their hosts, “We are both quite horny and eager to evaluate and sample the genitals of everyone.” Looking directly at Althesire, she adds, “And my clitorus is most aroused in anticipation of having your tongue and lips palpate it until my juices flow with vigorous abandon!”

She looks at her brother, with a gleam in her eye, and begins to translate. Stewart holds up a hand. “Never mind,” he says. “Just lead me to the orgy so I may penetrate the many twats that will be offered to me and bust my nut on one and all.”

Adella squeezes his arm. “Wow... You’re really getting the hang of this! You might want to avoid the phrase ‘bust a nut,’ though. In this context, it suggests that you are open to a sexual partner using a strap-on dildo on your ass. Unless, of course, that was your intent, in which case, don’t change a thing.”

With one last look over his shoulder at the crumpled sheets on the bed, Stewart leaves the room where he just took his sister’s virginity, and follows their hosts to a banquet hall. The doors are opened for them, and they walk in and see a great assembly of guests, all dressed as they are, in loincloths and nothing else.

As soon as they enter the room, two elves approach them. Male and female, they look as if they could be siblings, but Stewart reminds himself that all elves pretty much look alike. He wonders if they think the same of all humans. They approach the royal couple, and the man speaks first.

“May we have the honor of intercourse with you first?” Looking at Adella, he says, “My cock is throbbing, and I wish to fill your luscious cunt with my purple-headed warrior.”

The young woman places a hand on Stewart’s bare chest and says, “I am wet with desire and ready to have you mount me, tearing my tight pussy lips with your rock-hard manly spear!”

Despite the recent ejaculation on his sister’s stomach, Stewart’s cock responds to those words with a sudden jerk of wakefulness. He turns to Adella, with a questioning look.

“Um... I think they’re asking us to dance,” she says.

Stewart notices that she doesn’t seem quite as certain about her translation as she has been in the past.