All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
The library was a safe, quiet place. At least, now that the queens were gone. Cassia sat at the crescent table and poured over recent history. There was very little written about the queens, until about twenty-two years ago. Only that the king's sister gave birth. Much to Cassia's disappointment, nowhere did it say how many children she birthed, or the sex. But, twenty-two years ago, there was suddenly much fanfare about Princess Minicia's cousins. It was noted that they were twins over and over, and that they had barely survived a stone-fall from one of the relic towers. After that, there were reports on their studies, and how they loved and looked after their infant cousin, Princess Minicia.
The twins then lost their parents to a wasting disease. And a little while later, their aunt and uncle, the king and queen, succumbed to the same disease. The twins became queens regent, committed to rule until Minicia came of age.
It was frustrating. There were no clues as to the deformity Cassia had witnessed on the library stairs. She tried to find out more about the accident, and found that the twins had been too close to the only relic tower at the palace, the Eagle's Roost. A stone had fallen and injured them both, but they recovered. The type of thing that happened to children all over the Surround in the past decades. Apparently, history could not account for that extra appendage.
Muffled laughter came from beyond the heavy library door. Cassia looked up from her reading just as the door burst open. In spilled her son and daughter, laughing and clutching at each other. They were quite the unlikely pair. Vel always reserved, Naevia ever adventurous. Her nineteen-year-old son insanely tall and pale for a man of the Surround. Her eighteen-year-old daughter a normal height, and maybe paler still. Whatever their differences, they'd always been inseparable. And even more so in the weeks since their return across the Inland Sea.
"Mother." Vel sounded genuinely surprised. "It's late. What are you doing here?"
"Trying and failing to help your father." Cassia sighed. She closed the tome and stood, stretching out her back. She yawned, ceased her stretch, and crossed her arms. "What are you two doing up so late? Shouldn't you be in your beds? Vel, you've got saber lessons first thing in the morning."
"Vel and I come here to... read sometimes." Naevia looked down and pointed her sandaled toe at the stone floor, twisting her foot back and forth. "He has a lovely reading voice."
"I know. I've heard him." Cassia couldn't help but beam with pride. "I am tired and will retire now. Would you two be so kind and return my reading to the shelves?"
"Yes, of course." Vel stepped over to his mother and hugged her goodnight. He was careful not to touch her bare skin with his. He watched her backside as she walked over to his sister and hugged her as well. "Will you be coming up to the library often, Mother? More research?"
"No." She made her way to the door and turned back toward them, her arms folded over her chest. "I'm afraid I've exhausted our material on my subject of interest."
"What is the subject?" Vel thought his mother looked tired, but still quite pretty. Her brown curls bobbed around her shoulders as she looked from one of her children to the other.
"I cannot say at present. But once I turn it over in my head some, I may seek my Duke's advice." She nodded at Vel, and then smiled at Naevia. "And that of his distinguished Lady sister. Don't stay up until the cockerel calls. You will ruin your tomorrow. Goodnight." She turned and left the library.
"Goodnight, Mother." The siblings called after her.
They waited a few minutes in case she returned, and then Naevia closed and locked the library door. "Could you be any more obvious,
Your Grace
." Her smile mocked Vel good-naturedly. "
Will you be coming to the library often, Mother
?" She said in a singsong. "You might as well have told her we're up to no good in the library."
"We are up to no good, Naevia." Vel closed the distance between them, picked her up in his arms, and gazed into her lovely green eyes. He felt her legs lock around his waist. "No reason to hide it."
Naevia laughed, enjoying the fresh heat of his breath in her face. "If Mother found out, she would make me a nun to the chaste Diana. And she might geld you. Not to mention all the other catastrophes should our love become known. Seeing as that is how it is, I think we might have to play it close to the chest, Vel."
"Seeing as that is how it is..." Vel parted his robes, lifted his tunic, and pushed his underwear out of the way. He could see Naevia hurriedly lifting her stola to her waist and reaching down to pull her own undergarment to the side. He loved the frenzy in her movements, making plain that another second without his cock in her was a second wasted. He moved her hips away from his about a foot to give him room to line up with her pussy. Then he slowly pulled her back toward him, sinking deep into her wet warmth. "You are the... best, Naevia."
"You've only... known... two women. Are you... uggghhhhh... comparing me to our cousin,
Your Grace
?" He hit a spot deep inside that nearly melted her. She knew she must have been making ridiculous faces at him. "Because that would... uh... uh... be an honor. She is married... and she has... had lots of... practice. Before you... I only did it a few... times." The last word she said an octave higher than the rest. He was already pulling her to peak pleasure. She hit bottom, resting in his arms several feet above the floor, her feet now pointing to each side. Suddenly, her first orgasm took her. "Oooohhhhhhhhhh." Her mouth formed a little happy rictus, and her eyes rolled back.
"Our cousin is good, but... uh... uh... uh... you are better." He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and bounced her with a slow rhythm. She weighed little, but he didn't think his muscles could support anything too vigorous. It strained him as it was, especially as her body cantilevered away from him at the top of each stroke.
"It feels like I'm... sitting on that relic tower." Another surge built up in Naevia's nerves. She was going to blow over again. "But could you... pull my hair?"
"Sure." It was easy enough to do, with her neck arched back, her hair dangled close to her butt. He reached up, grabbed a handful, and used his forearm to support her butt on that side.
"Yes... yes... I'm yours, Vel. I... am... yours. Aaaahhhhhhh." She came again. They humped standing up in the library for a while longer. She surged through crest after crest of pleasure. Eventually, she begged for his seed, and he gave it to her. She had given up all pretense of safety with the access she now gave him to her womb.
Not quite yet at the cockerel's hour, but far into the night, Vel lay on the smooth silk of a sofa. His sister lay between his legs. She lovingly worked one testicle with her mouth, and then the other. All while working his long penis with her hands. She had been smart to put her stola underneath her so as not to stain the antique furniture with the stuff that consistently leaked from her pussy. With a pop, she spit out the ball that was in her mouth. She tilted her head to look around his pole up into his eyes. "Do you desire more women, Vel?"
"Me?" Vel could only see one green eye, the other hid behind his cock. He was going to play this as dumb as dumb could be.
"It's just... I would want you to know that I... um... wouldn't be jealous." She leaned forward and kissed one heavy, wrinkly ball. "And you have the most ridiculous, happy expression on your face right now watching me tend to your sacks. I am a smart girl, Vel. I wonder if you'd like to see another girl doing this. Besides Dellia, I mean." Naevia's laugh was a nervous one. Even with their closeness, this seemed a topic fraught with danger.
"Um... yeah..." Vel's nervous laugh matched his sister's.
"Anyway. Think on it." Naevia's laughter died away and her face became serious. She held the mighty cock right before her eyes and examined the veiny shaft closely. She pulled his cock toward her and engulfed the head in her mouth. She pumped him and bobbed, determined to satisfy him once more before they returned to their respective beds.
"I... will... think..." Vel leaned his head back onto the arm of the sofa. She had gotten so very good at that.
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"Did you miss me, Spurrius?" Dellia tried to be playful with her husband. Since his return to her father's home earlier that day, he had been taciturn and reserved with her. It had been weeks since she'd disappeared with her cousins from Kart Hadasht. Although she had insisted to the queens, her father, and her husband that they had returned by boat, Spurrius seemed least interested in believing her. "Would you join me in bed?" She lay naked on the sheet on her side, hoping that the gentle slope of her hip would entice him out of his melancholy.
"I just don't understand why you wouldn't tell me you were leaving." Spurrius slowly removed his robes and unbelted his tunic. "And you arrived back at Ostia Novus without more than two days at sea."
"It was a fast ship." She twisted her torso up, so that her tits would roll more into his view. Despite everything, it was good to see him. She had found passion with Vel, but she loved Spurrius, even if she had chosen to undermine their mission. Things were quite complicated in her head. Maybe if her husband would just take her as he was supposed to, she would find passion with him and that would clarify things. "Anyway, we lost Gallio for the moment. But at least my cousins will help us now. We can maybe set a trap in this city for him? That way, we wouldn't have to leave our bed so far away. And speaking of our bed, come here, husband." Dellia beckoned him with her fingers.
"Maybe." He pulled off his tunic and saw his wife's eyes on his naked torso.
"You are built like Apollo, Spurrius. Now come melt me like the sun." It was true, as she studied him, he was well muscled and quite lovely to look at. Not pale and thin like Vel. She tried to put her cousin out of her mind.
