Take a peek

Stewart hears the feminine laughter again, and it sparks his curiousity. He’s not ordinarily the voyeur type, but this is, after all, a night for doing things he ordinarily would not do. Nodding his assent to his brother, the two men cautiously sneak toward the sound of the activity.

On the other side of the thicket, they see two people — a man and a woman. The woman has her back to them, and with her hair pulled up under a bonnet, they cannot even discern her hair color. Her face, likewise, is hidden from them because it is hard pressed against the face of the man in a passionate kiss.

They both appear to be peasants, based on what they brothers can see about their clothing. When they break off their kiss, they see from the man’s face that he is about 25 years of age, clean-shaven, with brown hair. He grins at the woman and grabs at her dress, pulling it up and reaching underneath to grab at her ass. This elicits another giggle from her, and she playfully slaps at the man’s chest, but does nothing to inhibit his fondling of her rear.

“You really are ticklish tonight, babe!” says the man. “What are you doing to do if I touch you here?”

His hand moves from her ass to her front. Stewart and Duncan can see from the movement of his elbow that he is rubbing his hand between her legs. The woman responds with a moan. She moves her feet apart, signaling her approval of his attention.

“I thought you’d like that,” he says, still grinning and allowing his eyes to drink in the sight of her breasts. “You know, it is a beautiful night and all, but I’d really like to take you home and make proper use of a bed, instead of a blanket under a tree. Why don’t you come and spend the night with me?”

As if to further encourage her, he changed the pattern of his hand’s movement. The moan that comes from the woman suggests that more than rubbing is taking place — probably a finger has found its way inside the cotton confines of her panties.

“Come on... Imagine it... A full night of making love together, not having to worry about anyone stumbling across us.... I’ll make love to you all night, and when you wake up in the morning, it will be to the feel of my lips on yours... My lips on these lips, of course...” The renewed movement of his arm confirms that it is, in fact, her pussy that most interests the young suitor at the moment.

The woman tips back her head, clearly enjoying the experience. As she does, her bonnet comes off, allowing her long, pale, blonde hair to spill out behind her.

Stewart takes one look at that hair and gasps. He reaches over and grasps the arm of his brother, who likewise is staring, open-mouthed at the sight. Surely that couldn’t be....

“Oh, Hanson... You know I want nothing more than that, but if my absence from the palace was noticed, we’d never be able to see each other again! We must content ourselves with whatever bliss we can share here in the orchard. But enough talk... I have something I have been wanting to give you all week!”

The brothers look at each other in astonishment. The woman’s voice confirms the suspicions they had when they saw her hair. This is no peasant — it is their sister, Adella, the Princess Royal!

They turn their attention back to the amorous couple. Much to their astonishment, Adella pushes Hanson back a step, hikes up her dress, and drops to her knees. With her back still toward her brothers, Adella fidgets with Hanson’s pants, tugging at the strings in front. After a few moments of effort under Hanson’s expectant observations, Adella succeeds in undoing the man’s pants and pulling them down. With one more glance up at her lover’s face, she takes his cock in her hand and guides it toward her mouth.

“What the fuck?” whispers Duncan. “I mean, what the fucking fuck? Who’s that guy, and where did our sister learn how to give head?”

Stewart shakes his head, unable to formulate words to express the myriad questions and feelings running through his head.

Despite the unexpected nature of this development, the brothers are unable to turn their attention away from the sight. The relative silence of the orchard is interrupted only by occasional sounds of slurping, punctuated by a moans and exclamations of, “Oh, that’s so good!” from Hanson.

“You know, I think I recognize the guy,” says Duncan after a few minutes. “Isn’t he one of the merchants who delivers food to the palace? It seems like he delivers fish or something?”

Stewart shrugs. He hardly paid any attention to such things. Duncan would be the one to know, for sure. He was always keeping a keen eye on who was going in and out of the palace — particularly if they were wearing a skirt and showed the least bit of availability.

“A fish merchant?” asks the king, unable to take his eyes off the sight of his sister, with her head hard at work between the young man’s legs. “How unseemly! We must intervene and protect our sister’s virtue.”

Duncan chuckles softly. “I think her virtue is a tiny speck in the distant past, from the look and sound of things. And why interfere? Who cares whether he’s a fish merchant or not?”

“But the Princess Royal?” exclaims Stewart. “It’s my responsibility to find a suitable husband for her. A king... a prince... a wealthy land baron.... Not some commoner!”

“Relax, brother... It’s not as if she has to marry the guy; let them have their fun and get their rocks off. There’s always time to worry about marriage for her later on. Besides, it isn’t as if either of us have exactly played by those rules in terms of keeping ourselves only to nobility, have we? Did I mention that fabulous blue-skinned vixen who mistook me for you, only to experience the unsurpassed thrill of pole dancing on my royal lance?”

Stewart tears his eyes away from his sister’s hungry sucking long enough to glare at his younger brother. There is truth in his words, yet when it comes to his sister, he feels that he has a duty to uphold the ancient customs.