I looked over Emily. She was very attractive for a servant. Emily was from lesser nobility and was appointed Heather’s aide at age thirteen, she was now twenty-one. She had dark red hair tied into a bun, soft brown eyes, an endearing smile, a thin figure, a modest bust, and a tight ass that had frequently caught my eye.
“I guess I can wait for her here until she returns.” I said.
“Yes my Lord, would you like me to bring you anything.” She asked.
‘No, actually if you wouldn’t mind, would you wait with me.” I asked.
“Of course, my lord.” Emily said.
She sat down on the intricate rug in the middle of the room and I sat at the side of Heather’s bed. Emily was silent as most people were around royalty. I tried to make small talk with her.
“Do you sleep in this room, with Heather?” I asked.
“Yes sir, Lady Heather and I share the room.” She said.
I looked around, there was only one bed. “Well where do you sleep?” I asked.
“Where you sit sir.” She said in a softer tone.
I thought about it for a moment. “You share the bed with Heather?” I said.
“Yes my King.” She said.
“Emily…” I thought about what the consequences of my question may be. ‘Have you ever had sex?”
“Yes my Lord.” She said with a pompous smile
“With a man?” I inquired.
“…” Emily remained silent. She only smiled.
“How often do you and my sister…you know?” I asked.
“Make love?’ Emily giggled.
“Yeah…” I felt a bit uncomfortable discussing this.
“Every night after the castle has fallen silent and all have gone to bed.” She said.
Just then the door opened and my sister Heather walked in. I stared at her in amazement. Where I had seen my beautiful caring sister, I now saw a sexy sex crazed princess who couldn’t wait to get her servant to bed.
‘Brother, why do you visit my room?” She asked.
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