Lucy quietly sat on the edge of her bed. She was breathing hard, some from excitement, and some from a slight anticipation of danger. She was a little afraid what would happen if someone found her. Of course, no risk, no reward; she thought.
Taking another glance in the direction of the door, she sat back a little further, and pulled her legs and feet up onto the bed. I hope I do it right this time, she thought to herself.
Reaching over, she grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it up past her hips, until all of her legs, and her trimmed vagina were visible. She stared at the soft flesh for a moment, before gingerly touching it.
When she did, she sighed. It felt good. She had been out all day riding, visiting some towns, and the saddle rubbing against her there had felt really good. She had felt hot and rather excited all day. Now that she was here, on her bed, trying like she did every night to do... something... she didn't know what to do.
It had started about a week ago, when she had overheard two maids talking the kitchen. She didn't quite understand it all, but knew they were talking about a lady's intimate areas. That night she had touched herself there for the first time... other than to wash.
She had learned that she could get a very good feeling by rubbing herself...and that there was an especially tender, and slightly harder spot near the front. She tried to stay away from that, in case she would hurt herself.
Her problem was that now she didn't know what to do...she never got past a 'good' feeling. It was too much like teasing. Like knowing someone has a present for you that they won't give you yet... and she wanted to open this one badly.
If I don't do something, I'll never get anywhere, she thought to herself.
She began rubbing herself, gingerly at first, then a little harder. She ran her fingers up and down her folds, always coming short of the hard nub. She shook a little, and a small tremor shook her, but didn't last longer than a second.
Frustrated, she rubbed harder, sticking one finger in the center of the folds. As she hit the bottom of her pussy lips, her finger suddenly slipped inside her. There was a flash of pain, and she jerked her finger back. "Ow!" she cried. Then hushed herself. She spread her lips, and examined them. No blood, no marks...nothing.
There was a sound from the door, and she gasped. She flung her skirts down, and flopped back on the bed, pretending to sleep. After a minute, and no more sounds came, she sat up, got out of bed, and went to the door.
She noticed it was open a slight bit, and peered out into the hall, no one was there. "Gosh..." she muttered to herself, "I hope no one..."
She quickly went to her wardrobe, pulled out a nightgown, and slipped it on. After she was dressed, she got in bed, and blew out her candle.
Susan tiptoed down the hall, away from Lucy's room. Inwardly she was bubbling with excitement. Outwardly, a part of her was getting very damp. She groaned a little, and then quickened her pace, intentionally rubbing her hips together as she went.
She soon arrived at Peter's door and knocked softly. There was a soft call from inside, and she turned the handle, and pushed. It glided open silently to reveal the well-furnished bedroom of High King Peter. His bed was covered with a red comforter, and the (almost) spotless white sheets gleamed in the light from a single candle.
Peter sat in bed, reading. "Susan?" he asked.
She glided over and sat on the edge. "She's doing it. I know for sure, and I can ask talk to her now."
He nodded, smiling. "You look very excited," he noted.
She rolled her eyes, "Am I ever! I watched her doing it… I'm so turned on right now!" She took his hand from his book, and put it on the sheer fabric of her nightgown. He ran his fingers up underneath, to her uncovered pussy. She was nearly dripping and his fingers came away sticky. He held them to her lips and she licked them. "Mmm… tastes good," she said before sucking them clean.
He nodded, and leaned back. "Want to...?"
He didn't even get to finish his question. She moved to straddle his legs, sitting just below his knees, and pulled down the covers. Her nightgown rode up as she pulled them down, then past herself so that she was sitting on his bare legs.
He looked her in the eyes, and she winked. Then she grabbed a hold of the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down until his cock popped out. It sprang out, not fully erect, but well on its way. She pushed the shorts down his legs, then took the cock in her hands and began massaging it up and down, first slow, then fast, then slow again, teasing him.
He smiled at her, and laid his head back. Soon, she also applied her tongue to the stimulation, beginning at the base, and running it up the vein on the bottom of his dick. Finally she reached the top, and popped her head over the head. He groaned, and bucked his hips slightly. She sucked and rubbed, then stopped. He looked at her, wondering what she was doing, then she bobbed her head down, swallowing him to the hilt, and then pulled up, following with her hand.
An animal sort of sound escaped his lips from the sheer pleasure. She smiled and then, keeping her mouth on his cock, rotated her body around until her pussy was directly in front of his face, nearly touching his nose. He reached his head up, and put his tongue to the lower lips, and stroked them once. She shuddered on his cock.
He licked his lips; she tasted of strawberries, her favorite food, and wondered if she didn't put strawberry juice down there to flavor herself.
Noticing she had stopped sucking, he quickly put his tongue back on her, and licked her from bottom to top, stopping before her clit, which was hard and poking just slightly out of its hood. She also began sucking again.
After two or three minutes, she pulled up. "Enough!" she gasped, "I want you!"
He smiled, and sat up as she turned herself again. She positioned herself next to him, and raised her knees, spreading her legs. He rolled on top of her, and supported himself with his hands. He smiled mischievously, holding his cock above her pussy, which was gleaming in the light, and dripping on the sheet.
It was his turn to tease her. "How badly do you want it?" he asked.
She moaned, "Don't do this...just put it in me!"
He pretended to think about it. "Well..."
"Please my king? Brother?" She begged.
He smiled, and dropped his cock, sliding it in and to the back of her cervix in one movement. She nearly screamed from the pleasure and heat radiating from her center. She clawed at his back as she writhed under him. He smiled, knowing that she was orgasming.
When she finally stopped jerking around, he slowly began pumping, listening and loving the slopping sounds that his movements made. He slid in a rhythm and she bucked her hips in time. They moved together like two dancers intertwined.
Finally, he gasped, "I'm going... cum with me!"
She nodded, and clenched her muscles. He groaned loudly, and clamped his mouth to hers as his cock throbbed inside her. She screamed into his mouth, and thrashed again. After holding that position, they both slumped into each other and rolled until they were lying in bed, side by side.
"That..." she gasped, "Was..."
"The best" he finished, "I can't wait to do this again...and with Lucy"
She nodded, and laid her head on his arm, tucking it to his chest. He turned and blew out the candle, then hugged her, "I love you, sis."
She smiled. "I love you too."
As darkness closed around them, their juices flowed out, testifying to their love.