The Practice Date, Part Three

Your throat has gone very dry as Ginny's fingers lace into yours, anticipation flickering through the nervousness in her emerald green eyes. A bit of lubrication seems prudent, right? For your throat. Not for...her. Not because....fuck, you need something to drink. You fumble for your cup before your brain can remind you that it's empty, Issa dutifully filling it from her pitcher before you can foolishly attempt to drink phantom wine. Ginny giggles softly as she raises her own cup, and you absolutely do not miss that the maid fills it nearly to the brim. There's silence for a moment as you and your sister both take quiet sips, and then Ginny's sweet voice whispers out. "So, um...what's next?"

Issa makes a show of pondering that. "Well, Your Highness, did the date go well?"

"Yes." Ginny's hand squeezes yours, a dreamy smile playing across her inviting lips. "It was so nice. I've had a wonderful time."

"Well good!" Issa claps her hands together in delight. "Then you can kiss!"

The princess draws in a sharp breath at that, eyes darting towards you and then quickly away again as she takes another gulp of wine. "Oh, um, okay. Do...do I kiss him, then?"

"What? No! No no, of course not. Prince Candyland will make the first move, of course. It wouldn't be proper for you to kiss him until you're closer to betrothed."

"Oh." Ginny considers that. "But...he can't kiss me unless I want him to, right?"

"Of course."

The princess huffs. "That's so dumb, all these games we have to play. It's like I'm expected to be a blushing maiden and an irresistible sexpot all at the same time. I can't just say 'Let's snog' and get on with it?"

Uh, you certainly wouldn't object. Issa, however, purses her lips. "Let's just call that Plan B. Unless it comes to that, you could try fluttering your eyelashes at him."

Ginny sighs around another mouthful of wine, then turns her head towards you. She favors you with a little smile as your eyes lock, and just as you're about to lean in she begins rapidly blinking her eyes. Which is a new one to you, to say the least. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Fluttering my eyelashes." The princess keeps on blinking at you. "This is how you do it, right?"

Issa's voice is very flat. "That's blinking."

"Is there a difference?"

"Fluttering is sexy. Blinking has never, ever been sexy."

You'd better say something quick, because otherwise you're going to burst into laughter. "Well for the record, I think this is the sexiest blinking has ever been." Ginny's smile spreads at that, though she doesn't miss an opportunity to blow a raspberry at Issa. Whatever she intended to say next melts into a whimper, however, as you carefully raise your hand to her cheek and lean down, meeting her lips with yours.

The two of you have kissed before. That's simply a fact. Even beyond the sort of pecks that would have been normal for most siblings, you and Ginny have full on smooched in varying degrees of 'accidental' on multiple recent occasions. But this still feels different. She's trembling as she presses herself against you, your mouths devouring one another in an almost **** need. You have no idea how much time has passed when you feel a firm tap on your shoulder and Ginny pulls away, eyes wide and gasping for air as Issa carefully clears her throat. "That's probably far enough for a first date."

Ginny clumsily snatches up her wine glass, her other arm still wrapped tightly around you as she drains it as quickly as she can manage. "What about the second date?"

If Issa doesn't cut her goddamn teasing and start answering quicker, you're going to explode. The little minx is clearly enjoying this even more than the two of you, her eyes sparkling as she taps a performatively thoughtful finger against the side of her lips. "Wellll, on the second date it's the same, but you can get a bit...familiar."

The princess whips her head back towards you, her pupils massively dilated. "We're on the second date now. This is the second date."

You nearly throw out your back in your eagerness to nod. "Yes, second date, absolutely." You slump back against the tree slightly as Ginny slips into your lap, her sweet lips once against catching yours. It's all you can do not to **** as she takes hold of your free hand and slides it up her side, both of you groaning as she presses it firmly into the vast softness of her enormous breast. Even your rather large hand is utterly outmatched as your fingers sink into her endless, supple flesh, but that's the sort of battle you're thrilled to lose. What's the opposite of a Pyrrhic Victory? Fuck it, when your hands are full with the world's most perfect rack, there's simply no time for that level of wordplay. Just stay in the goddamn moment, right?

Well what's happening in the moment is that your dick, briefly stunned into inaction, is making its grand entrance. It's like you can individually feel every drop of blood that's racing down to supply your needy cock, your pants audibly creaking as your manhood inexorably rises. Ginny makes a noise of surprise when you first poke up into her, instinctively shifting closer into you to allow your raging erection to squeeze up the cleft of her pert little rear. She pulls away from your mouth, panting and eyes glassy. "Um, Big Brother, you're...?"

You squeeze your eyes shut, whole body briefly seizing as Ginny carefully shifts back and forth in your lap. "Y-yeah."

Ginny looks momentarily unsure of herself, but then Issa leans down to coo into her ear. "That's perfectly normal, Your Highness. Prince Candyland will be, too; any man would be."

Your sister has begun to slowly bounce against your furious hard-on, eyes heavily lidded as she chews of her bottom lip. "Really?"

"Really. Of course, most men would have blown in their pants by now." Now Issa is staring at you with those same hungry eyes. "The Prince is just a particularly impressive man."

"Mmm..." Ginny leans in for another soft kiss, adoration in her eyes as she snuggles her head against your chest and continues to subconsciously hump against your lap. "Yes, he is."

"Candyland is, too."

"Who?" Ginny sits upright after a moment's pause, eyebrows knitted as her grinding momentarily halts. "Oh. Right. Him. Practice date. This is a practice date."

Goddamit. Issa doesn't need to meet your eyes to sense your bottomless annoyance, the maid flinching at the way she's brought the proceedings to a screeching halt. She gives you a brief glance of contrition, then leans in to whisper something into Ginny's ear. The princess listens intently, the flush in her cheeks blooming a brilliant ruby as she flicks her eyes back up at you. "Oh. Um. That's for the third date, though?"

You don't need a second invitation to jump in. "What's for the third date?!"

Ginny chews her lip for a moment longer, absentmindedly beginning to bounce against your delirious manhood once again. "Well, uh, a third official date is a big deal. We'd be all-but engaged. So we're allowed to do...more stuff."

"What more stuff?"

"Handjobs mostly." Issa's tone is bright and chipper as she chimes in. "But blowjobs are on the table, too. And a gentlemen would certainly return the favor." Your hand has been latched onto Ginny's endless tit this entire time, and as your thumb drags itself across her rock-hard nipple she faintly whimpers and you feel a little something wet splatter into your lap. Issa doesn't miss a thing, the maid's smile spreading cat-like as she gives you a conspiratorial whisper. "But our princess isn't like most. She's better. She's special. So the royal dressmaker created something special, just for her."

You can only look down to find Ginny's eyes at that, your sister seeming deeply embarrassed and intensely excited all at once. By way of an answer she leans back, her ponderous breasts expanding out in front of her as she lifts a shaking hand. She presses her little fingers into the looming shelf of her underbust, fumbling briefly until a sharp snap rings in your ear. Then, blushing as prettily as you've ever seen, she slowly pulls her hand to one side to reveal a hidden window sewn into her dress. Soft flesh immediately mushrooms out of the opening as Ginny carefully drapes one arm over and one arm under her ungodly rack, giving herself a little squish as she blesses you with a glimpse directly into the endless depths of Marshmallow Heaven.

You don't know what to say. It's possible that you actually can't say anything, because the sight before you has burned away the part of your brain that handles that stuff or something. Issa's going to seriously hurt herself if she manages to smile any wider, the maid doing her best and utterly failing to keep her tone conversational. "That's not until the third date, though."

"Is..." Ginny is whispering so softly that it's barely more than a thought, but in this moment you are so fine-tuned to everything that is Her that her voice like a booming roar in your ears. Her fingers play with the edges of her dress's boob window, lightly playing with her pale, bared flesh as she manages to whisper again. "...is this the third date?"

Before you can respond, a voice cries out. "Your Highness! Your gah!" The herald barely dodges the rock, wineglass, and nearly full picnic basket that you, Ginny and Issa respectively throw at him, the man already out of breath even having to evade impromptu projectiles. "I'm, I'm sorry to interrupt, but--!"

You cut in, trying to decide whether demanding someone's execution during a date would be seen as a damper on the festivities. "What, dammit, what? What could it possibly be?!"

"It's Lady Gwendolyn!"

That isn't at all what you were expecting to hear. Ginny chimes in from her position on your lap. "Auntie Gwen?"

"Yes, my lady, yes! She's---"