The Prestige

Aunt Gwen is fit to burst with glee as she pulls back from you and Ginny, still holding you tightly in her arms as she sniffs back a tear. "I never thought this day would come, truly. Oh, I am simply thrilled! Dear?" A lightly freckled maid appears at your aunt's side. "Please fetch the lacquered box from my jewelry case, as quickly as you can!"

The maid darts away, and you're still trying to work all of this out. Look, you certainly aren't complaining, right? You're literally getting the exact thing you wanted right now. But...but it's just so weird! You don't think the annoyed little voice would ever forgive you if you just let this go uncontested. "You're seriously okay with this?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because...we're brother and sister?"

Aunt Gwen stares blankly at you for a long moment, then glances towards Ginny. When she discovers her niece is just as baffled as you are, the older woman tilts her head questioningly. "....And?"

What? "And...that's it? Isn't that enough?"

Your aunt chuckles obligingly, then raises her eyebrows again when she realizes you're being serious. "Oh. Oh my word. Did you really not know?"

Ginny speaks up. "Know what?"

Aunt Gwen continues on, clearly lost in her thoughts. "I mean, I'd certainly tried not to **** anything on you, but I always assumed that--"

This is simply more than you can take. "Aunt Gwendolyn." That snaps her out of it. "What are you talking about?"

The noblewoman is looking a touch sheepish. "Well...did you really not know that your mother and father were also siblings?"

It's hard to tell who's response to that is loudest between you and Ginny. "What?!"

"And your grandparents, and their parents..." Aunt Gwen starts ticking back generations on her fingers. "Basically the entire way through the kingdom's recorded history. The Royal Tree is more of a Royal Trunk."

Is she telling you that you and Ginny are the product of hundreds of years of ****? "If, if that were true, wouldn't we be all...messed up? All weird looking?"

Aunt Gwen shoots you a flat look. "Weird looking? You mean like,"--She reaches out, brushing aside a lock of your bright pink hair--"Pastel colored hair? Or,"--She lightly prods one of Ginny's massive boobs--"Breasts the size of your head? Seen a lot of other floral-topped titty monsters traipsing around the village, have you?"

"Um, well, no."

"Damn right you haven't." Aunt Gwen glances down at her own overstuffed rack, giving herself a proud little wobble. "These are the work of years and years of selective breeding, and you should thank your ancestors nightly for their efforts."

Ginny's eyes flash as something occurs to her. "Wait, so that means you're...?"

"What, your Double Aunt? Of course!" The woman sighs wistfully. "You're really quite lucky, Ginny. My brother only ever had eyes for my sister. He'd watch the two of us together, now and then, but your mother was the only woman he ever touched."

"Aww!" Ginny clasps her hands together, eyes sparkling. "So they really loved each other, then? She was the only one for him?"

"She was." Aunt Gwen pauses, considering something. "Well, besides the maids. Your father loved playing with the maids."

Ginny furrows her brow, giving the older woman an incredulous look. "Auntie Gwen. You know maids don't count."

Wait. Wait wait wait. So all of this means..."So everyone expected the two of us to get together?" Aunt Gwen nods, and you press further. "So we could have just...hooked up forever ago? And it would have been fine? Why didn't you tell us?!"

"Honestly?" You nod, and Aunt Gwen shrugs helplessly. "I always thought you didn't want to. All these years, and you never showed any interest until now! I just thought that if you weren't inclined towards the, shall we say, family preferences, it was better to just keep you both in the dark and let the practice die out. I've never been so pleased to be proven wrong in my life!"

Jesus. So whoever it was that was your place before you got here had years of opportunity to get with the most perfect woman who's ever existed, and he just passed on that shit? Wow. Fuck Him-You. You hope wherever he wound up sucks.

Your outrage over the poor taste of your body's previous tenant is interrupted when Issa barges into the room, clutching a small box in her hands as she pants in exertion. Did she run all the way here? Ginny starts at the maid's sudden appearance. "Issa? What happened to the other maid?"

Issa makes a noise that's halfway between a scoff and a snarl. "If you thought I was gonna let some other maid do this, you're out of your fucking mind. I've been in on this shit since day one, and I am not missing the payoff. Got it?" She waits for all three of you to nod in shocked agreement before taking a hard shift in her demeanor, dipping in a perfect curtsy as she hands you the box. "Your Highness."

You carefully crack the little case open, feeling your neck start to burn as you realize what's inside. Well, there's no two ways about it. You give Ginny's hand a squeeze before releasing her, slowly lowering yourself down to one knee. "Ginny?"

Ginny presses her hands to her heart as Issa and Aunt Gwen cling to one another, their eyes desperately locked onto the two of you. "Y-yes?"

"Will..." You crack open the box, revealing a beautiful emerald ring, studded with what must be a queen's ransom in diamonds. "Will you marry me?"

Your sister bites her lower lip as Issa and Gwen hold their breath, then extends her trembling hand towards you. You're faintly aware of your aunt and the maid exploding in delight as you carefully slip the ring on to Ginny's finger, but it's difficult to pay them any attention. Not with Ginny right there, eyes filled with love and tears as you stand up, gather her into your arms, and draw her into a deep kiss.