The Abominable Lord Gaspar

As Ginny tries to stammer out a response, Lady Gwendolyn peering at her with rather wicked delight, another memory from the depths of Candyland Sexbomb's being flashes through your mind. You see a somewhat older man, maybe in his early forties, with broad shoulders and an easy smile. Flecks of gray show in his thick blonde hair and luxurious beard, but this is clearly a man much more vital and virile than a prince several years his younger. His demeanor strikes you as pleasant and honest, and you fucking hate him.

Gwendolyn hums in amusement, steepling her fingers together as she leans towards your sister. "I don't know why you're so surprised. Did he not promise he would offer his troth, should none of the younger lads suit your fancy?"

Ginny swallows and shifts away from you, her breasts bouncing heavily as they slip off of your chest. Hey, get that boob back over here; that's yours goddammit! "He was just teasing me though. I...he's like an uncle to me, and he's so much older..."

Your aunt makes a dismissive noise as you silently applaud your sister's wisdom. Yeah, he's like an uncle! That makes it wrong as hell! Wait. "Oh pish. He is as healthy as ever, and still so handsome. You know that every eligible lady has been itching to snatch him up since his wife passed, poor dear."

The princess starts to reply, then frowns and tightens her lips in thought. "I just...why me?"

"Well he was ever so close to your father," Gwendolyn begins, "they might as well have been brothers. I'm sure he feels it would be honoring his memory to see that you have a husband he knows will be good to you. And," she leans in with a small smile, "I'm sure he's noticed how his little Ginny has blossomed into such a grown woman."

Ginny flushes. "Oh stop it Auntie Gwen."

The lady's smile quirks wider as she glanced over to where you sit, seething. "You agree with me, don't you? Your baby sister is without question the most beautiful young lady in the kingdom, is she not?"

"Yes..." You answer without realizing it, prompting Ginny to blush deeper and lean in to softly kiss you on the cheek. But you aren't paying attention, not even when a bit of an areola squishes out of the princess's too-tight top. You have been struck by a vision: there is your sweet baby sister on her knees, a picture of pristine perfection in a shimmering white gown that does just crazy things with her rack. She reaches out, embarrassed but clearly excited, to softly rest her small hands on the straining crotch of that monster Gaspar. Her tongue sticks out adorably in concentration as she struggles to fish the cock of that probable murderer out of his pants, eyes going wide with delighted lust when she finally frees the devil shaft.

"Oooo..." Vision Ginny moans, "You are so much bigger than my brother is..."

Hey, no he isn't! Abruptly the penis in Vision Ginny's hand doubles in size. Oh no he is!!

"And you even have TWO dicks..."

A second tool flops out of Gaspar's pants and slaps down on Vision Ginny's face. Oh shit TWO DICKS! They both begin to laugh and laugh and laugh as you desperately try to figure out where you can find a wizard or something to enchant you a second dick. Meanwhile, away from of your insane hallucinations, Lady Gwendolyn lets out a sigh and idly begins to finger the broach holding her gown together.

"I must admit, Geneveive, I had quite the shine for Lord Gaspar myself, when I was your age. Oh, but he was so devoted to that little wife of his..." She sighs again. "All for the best. With the distance of age, I see it would have been a mistake. Lord Gaspar is not the sort of man you waste on a fling."

Ginny, cuddled up to you again but lost in thought, nods slowly through her slight frown. "He is a good man..."

That horrifying statement sends you spiraling into another nightmare vision. Lord Gaspar, presumably freshly returned from a crime spree, rests in a comfortable looking throne beside a crackling fire. Nestled snugly in his lap is an adoring Ginny, the girl pulling down her flimsy shift to expose an even larger, milk-dripping breast to the horrid blonde infant cradled in her arms. Gaspar's disgusting arm wraps around Ginny's perfect side like a crushing anaconda, possessively palming the little baby bump already visible on her soft tummy.

"Say, what ever happened to that terrible brother of yours?" asks Vision Gaspar.

Vision Ginny has to think for a moment, her terrible baby greedily slurping from her massive tit. "Um....I think a thousand bees flew up his butt, and they stung his insides over and over. He was in pain for days and now he's dead."

"Perfect."

You're still trapped in your terrifying reverie as Real Ginny reaches a finger through your robe, idly tracing circles on your chest. "Yes, he's a good man...but...is that enough, Auntie Gwen?"

Your aunt's smile fades a bit, the older woman turning somber. "I don't know, darling. Maybe. But no one will **** any decisions on you, I swear it. Just...consider it?"

Ginny nods into your chest as everything besides her vanishes from your daydream. Vision Ginny turns to face you directly, her breasts and stomach swollen even riper now as she now nurses a pair of beautiful pink haired babies on her glorious bosom.

"You won't let him take me, will you? Big Brother~?"

"NO I WILL NOT!"

It takes a moment for you to realize that you're standing, one fist thrust decisively in the air and a startled Ginny clinging to your waist. Both she and Gwendolyn look at you in utter bewilderment, which hopefully means they haven't noticed the erection you've just now become aware of yourself.

"Ahhhhaha, I, um, yes! I will not be, ah, needing any more breakfast! Yes now goodbye!"

You dart away from the table, but not before sweeping down to plant a kiss on Ginny's forehead. The girl's bewildered shock shifts into a bewildered grin as you sprint out into the castle, giant hard-on leading the way. It's time to start working on a plan.