"Not my ringlets!" Eir squeaked out of panic, raising her hands to her curls as though to shield them from imaginary shears. "I won't tell a soul, Li'l Bro!"
"Good. I'm glad we're in agreement for once." The prince said as he draped his cloak over himself. "How about you go and pester Silfr for a few hours instead?" He offhandedly remarked.
"Oh, good idea!" Eir gaily skipped away to her younger twin's chamber as though the alarming demands were never even made. Gyllen sighed aloud in alleviation then swiftly made his exit.
Eir barged into Silfr's bedroom with as much vigour as she had when entering Gyllen's, shaking the dingy accommodations. The black curtains were drawn despite it being a lovely spring afternoon, allowing very little natural light to break through. Various bones of different shapes and origins, and glass cases displaying preserved carcasses of venomous insects, reptiles and arachnids were dotted about the room on desks and shelves as a hazy stink of incense lingered in the air.
"Siiilf!" Gylly is being a big ol' sourpuss again! Can we some fun?" Eir moaned at a drab figure leisurely lying on the purple sheets of a bed on the other side of the room, fingering through an ancient necromancy tome in the flickering light of a nearby candle. This was Princess Silfr, possibly the least popular out of all the successors. Silfr's hair was smooth and straight, similar to her brother's in style and length though, instead of being lustrous gold with short bangs, hers was coal black and parted midway on either side from her face. Her skin was a pasty pigmentation, the only signs of colour on her pale, narrow face seeming to stem from dark cosmetics painted around her icy, blue eyes and along her thin lips.
When it came to clothes, she had a most ghastly sense of style. Nearly everything was black in hue, making her look monochromatic when combined with her white skin. A simple, long-sleeved dress hung from her skinny being, far less flowing than what Eir was clothed in, and she wore fingerless, elbow-length gloves, embroidered with a white spiderweb motif, that showed off her ebony nails. Her gothic look was completed with a tacky, macabre choker on her slim neck embellished with a pendant in the likeness of a goat skull. Unlike her slightly older sister, Silfr was not quite so blessed when it came to bust size, with her less-than-average bosom volume being completely overshadowed by her more crowd-pleasing twin, making her look as flat as Gyllen by comparison.
"What distraction from the knowledge that we are all living in a futile, petty existence within the grand cosmic scheme would you like to partake on this hideously radiant day, my vulnerable, naïve lamb of a relative?" Silfr asked in a monotonous voice dripping with angst, slamming her book shut with both hands while staring at Eir with a sleepy but steadfast gaze.
"Tea party! Tea party!" Eir exclaimed as she clasped her hands in giddy joy at finally finding a playmate, despite not comprehending half of what Silfr just said.
Eir's room had not changed much since her childhood. The walls were a gaudy shade of rose, patterned with depictions of pretty flowers and cute butterflies. Her bookshelves were starved of any published works outside of the odd picture book, instead mainly filled with all sorts of stuffed animals when they were not being played with. In the centre of the princess' lodging was a round, short-legged, wooden table, painted pinks and whites. Around the table, sitting on pillows, was Eir and her 'party guests': several fluffy characters in addition to Silfr, whose silent, gloomy demeanour severely stood out from the chamber's merry atmosphere. Eir was pouring lukewarm tea out from a small, finely crafted, bone china teapot into cups of equal quality atop saucers laid out before each of her toys. By the time she got around to serving her sister however, the golden-brown liquid was nothing more but a few drops leaking from the spout.
"Oh, fudge! We're out of tea..." Eir said as she removed the lid of the kettle and inspected the interior to confirm her claim, yet she was strangely gleeful from her brew being depleted. She paused, looking up to her twin as she bit her lip with her two front teeth. "Silfr...could you give us a top-up?"
"Behind your innocent disposition, I know you take perverse delight in observing me refill your container, dear sister. Your efforts to hide your base intentions are futile." Silfr replied but she stood up anyway, stepping onto the table with both feet. "However, I also take the same perverse delight in being surveyed as I refresh the contents of the kettle. As such, I, too, will give into my base desires." The younger twin slowly hoisted her dress to her tapering waist with one hand, revealing her pasty but elegant legs and her lacy, inky underwear emblazoned with a a nightshade flower design in purple stitching. She moved them aside to expose her labia, then spread them apart with her free hand and bared her inner pussy. Eir blushed as she watched her sister show off her private parts before her in such a less-than-indifferent manner but no fuss was raised by the elder twin. It would not be the first, second or even the third time Silfr had indecently exposed herself to her sister.
Silfr's willing acceptance to play with Eir was not out of any sort of sororal love, but rather because Eir was so willingly accepting to take part in the Goth's depraved, incestuous activities in turn, even if she did not fully understand the unlawful or moral implications of what she was getting herself into. To the imbecilic, copper-haired princess, it was all just another game played between the two twins. Silfr said so and she's smart! As long as she was having fun taking part and her little sister was having the closest approximation to fun she could externally emote, that was all that mattered to her. Of course, Silfr took precautions to ensure the little chatterbox would keep this unspeakable secret undisclosed to their respective dying days, via coercing her with a mixture of promises for more 'games' in the future and threats involving fire magic and Mr. Bamse, her favourite teddy bear.
Eir slid the empty teapot across the table, situating it directly below and between her sister's legs, knowing full well from past experiences on how exactly Silfr was planning to refill the kettle. The darker princess's urethra flexed just before a stream of light yellow fluid escaped out from it, landing into the teapot's small aperture with incredible accuracy. Eir blushed and tittered as she watched her sister urinate into the kettle with an unchanged expression, hearing the fluid burble as the pot was filled and seeing a couple of droplets splashing back out and leaving darkened spots on the tablecloth.
"Gosh, sis, you're weeing lots today!" Eir said as Silfr continued to empty her bladder, tightening her thighs as she knelt, feeling an increasing warmth in her crotch.
"I'll never understand how you achieve any arousal out of merely watching me do something so mundane and vile." Silfr commented casually. "Then again, I'll never understand why I get aroused from being watched as I do it..."
The stream gradually started to weaken, turning into a trickle before being little more than a handful infrequent drips. Eir was kind enough to reach out to Silfr's lower lips with her gossamer handkerchief and deftly wipe away any lingering moisture. The younger twin then readjusted her clothing before kneeling back down on her pillow as if nothing happened. Only a fraction of the kettle's volume had been replenished by the golden liquid, the tea leaves could be seen swirling within. Still, Eir made do, replacing the lid before resuming to pour out the lemon-hued liquid into both her own and her sister's cups. Thereafter, the elder of the two hooked her finger around her cup's handle and brought it up to her mouth to take a quiet sip of Silfr's bodily fluid, savouring the strong, bitter taste of fresh pee upon her tongue.
