Friday, 17 June 2016


It was Solstice Eve, and Queen Genevieve had a 
headache. It had been a long day and she wasn't really 
looking forward to the long tedious evening of 
celebrations that the Winter Solstice always turned out 
to be. 

The festivals and late night feasting were always 
tiresome, all the peasants and noise that the 
celebrations brought into the castle grounds, her head 
pounded with a sharp pain at the thought. 

The King had opened the castle to an even wider range 
of people this year. Her husband's younger brother 
prince Charles was going away to fight in the holy 
lands and all of his men-in-arms and many of the lesser 
knights from surrounding shires were within the castles 
walls this night. 

Genevieve had always liked the King's younger brother. 
He was almost fifteen years younger than the King, and 
always seemed so full of life. Ever since Genevieve had 
married into the royal family, prince Charles, even at 
the tinder age of ten had had a crush on her. She knew 
it, and subconsciously encouraged it. 

Now that Charles was 18 and on his way to fight in the 
crusades, Queen Genevieve would miss the extra 
attention she had become used to. 


The King had decided that the celebrations and feast 
should be the biggest and best ever. He had two reasons 
for this, one was that his brother was going away to 
unknown peril, and the other was that his queen was 
suffering from a bout of depression. 

They had been trying for almost two years to have a 
child but with no success. Genevieve was 24 and more 
than ready to be pregnant. As a matter of fact, that 
was just about all she thought about nowadays. Ever 
since the royal physician told them that due to a 
childhood illness, it was unlikely that the King would 
be able to make her big with child. Queen Genevieve had 
become obsessed over the fact that she was childless. 

The King trusted his physician but cast around 
throughout his kingdom for other opinions and received 
many. He took special potions and wore amulets to ward 
off evil spirits. But so far all to no avail. 

The King was upset by this turn of events, but when his 
trusted physician suggested more frequency in their 
copulation, he soon felt well compensated. He always 
enjoyed his young wife's lush body, her thick dark 
hair, and sparkling green Irish eyes. Now with her new 
need she was pulling him into her bedchamber for sex at 
all hours, and he enjoyed it greatly. 


"Your Majesty, would you please see the noble knights 
now? They await your grace," the court magistrate 
addressed his lord. The magistrate couldn't know that 
his King had just been invited to his Queen's 
bedchamber for a little baby making session. To all 
unknowing eyes the couple were king and queen astride 
their thrones in a crowded hall presiding over 
organized kayos.

The King sighed and turned to his queen, "Gene, I'll be 
back in a bit, I guess I should take care of this, 
after all they leave in a week for the perils of the 
holy war. I suppose I shouldn't keep them waiting." It 
was 10 o'clock, only two hours until the Winter 
Solstice Day feast began. 

Genevieve watched her husband get up from his throne 
and throw his clock over a shoulder as he followed 
after his Magistrate. An idle thought crossed her mind 
as she watched them walk away. She wondered, 'What 
would the old white haired Magistrate think if he knew 
that his King had a raging hard-on as he weaved his way 
through the crush of guests?' 

She smiled to herself, because she had been the cause 
of it. And giving him a hand job through the pocket of 
his trousers as he'd sat next to her in the throng of 
people. It had been as much fun for her as for him. 

"Your Majesty, a penny for your thoughts?" Prince 
Charles plopped down beside his sister-in-law. "Looks 
like His Majesty was having fun over here!" 

Genevieve's face turned bright red, and she felt a lump 
forming in her throat. "What do you mean?" she asked, 
hoping that Charles had meant something else. 

"I just hope when I get married, I find someone half as 
pleasing as you. My brother better appreciate you as 
much as you deserve." Charles said as he nudged her 
shoulder and gave a knowing wink. 

Genevieve cleared her throat nervously and tried to 
change the subject. "Are you ready for your voyage 
Charles? You will take care of yourself won't you?" She 
said with real concern in her voice.

Taking pity on his pretty sister in-law, prince Charles 
decided to let her guide the conversation. "Yes, never 
fear. I have a brave enough fighting force to survive 
just about anything. I'm actually looking forward to 
it. The sun will be a nice change, and maybe I'll come 
home all darkly tanned like a Saracen warrior. I'd look 
nice with a tan don't you think?" 

Genevieve momentarily envisioned the young man naked -- 
on her bed. For a moment she could see his well-muscled 
body all tan and hard. For a fleeting instant in her 
minds eye she could see his young manhood rising into a 
smooth mahogany pole, expanding... glistening... 

"...Hey, a pence for your thoughts!" Charles said once 
again as his pretty sister in-law sat motionless beside 
him with a far away look on her face. 

The Queen's face turned even a brighter shade of red as 
she realized that Charles was looking into her eyes 
with a strange inviting smile on his handsome face. 

She realized what he must have been thinking. Here she 
was; she'd just given her husband the King a hand job 
almost in public, and when asked what she thought about 
his future tan, 'well... she'd just been aroused by her 
husband, nothing to feel guilty about,' she thought. 

Never the less, Genevieve said quickly, "Charles please 
don't tease me. I'm going to rest for a little while. 
Will you tell the King to come up and wake me before 
the midnight festivities? I think I've had a little too 
much to drink and need a lie down." 

"Yes, I'll send him up to you as soon as I see him," 
Charles smiled knowingly. 


The chambers were warm and snug with fires burning 
cheerily in the warming hearths and no one was about, 
so everything was quiet. Just what Genevieve needed. 

The Queen sat for a moment at her dressing table and 
stared at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't 
see any difference in her appearance. She looked the 
same as she always had, no older than when she was 
still living at home in Nottingforthe with her parents. 

Even at 24 she felt that she could pass for 18 and get 
away with it. She had one of those petite bodies with 
enough flesh on it to keep her girlish figure, which 
she had until recently taken very good care of. 

With a sigh, she finally stood and stepped over to a 
table with a dark wooden box on it. She opened the box 
and removed a flask. 

The court Physician had made her a potion for her ever-
increasing headaches, it always made her feel calmer 
and her pain would invariably go away a short time 
after taking the medicine. 

She took her customary two swallows and put the flask 
back into the box. Standing in the semi-darkness of her 
bedchamber, Genevieve longed for her husband. The 
alcohol that she'd drunk earlier, and now the fast 
acting drug she'd just swallowed were making her feel 
sexy all over. 

Frustrated and even more depressed Genevieve lay down 
on her bed and as she drifted off, the vague worry 
about waking in time for the midnight celebration 
flitted though her mind... 


Genevieve's eyes opened lazily as a hand sailed down 
between her legs. She realized that the hand must have 
been there for a while because she could feel the 
familiar slickness of her own lubricants on the 
massaging fingers. 

Contentedly Genevieve turned over to face... 
"Charles!!! What in heaven's name do you think you're 
doing!" Genevieve was wide-awake and angry. 

"Genevieve..." Charles stammered. "God I'm sorry, I-I 
know you can destroy me for what I've done, but when I 
came in here to wake you, you just looked so... so very 
beautiful, I just couldn't help myself, I just had 
to... I-I guess I thought in the back of my mind... 
that we might make a deal between ourselves." 

Charles looked at her flashing eyes, then continued. "I 
know how much you and the King have been trying to make 
an heir, and I saw how depressed you've been. I thought 
that maybe I could help." 

"Get out of here Charles, and I'll try to forget that 
you were molesting your brother's wife. I don't know if 
I can, but I don't want to ruin your relationship with 
each other so I'll try." 

Charles didn't get up to leave, in stead he said, 
"Gene, I'm a virgin, and you're without a baby. You 
want a child, and I don't want to still be a virgin 
when I become a crusader in the holy lands. The way I 
see it, we might be able to do something important for 
each other." 

Genevieve sputtered for a moment, then finally gaining 
control of her voice she said, "I don't believe you 
said that to me Charles, you know I love my husband and 
I would never consider cheating on him. Why are you 
doing this?" 

"Because I love you Genevieve, and I love my brother 
too. He wants a baby just as much as you do, maybe 
more. What do you thing your chances are of having a 
child by him? Pretty much nil I'll bet. You know you 
couldn't get any closer to his bloodline than me, now 
could you?" Charles looked intently into Genevieve's 
wide green eyes as he reached out to touch her arm. 

Genevieve didn't move as he touched her. She knew that 
she should slap him -- even get up and run to her 
husband and tell him everything, but she didn't move. 
Sitting there with her eyes locked to his, Genevieve 
considered what the young man had just said. She did 
want a child and heir, and it didn't look like her 
husband was going to give her one. 

Genevieve flinched as she felt Charles' cool fingers 
slide down her arm. She looked down at the invading 
hand as it rubbed gently up and down her forearm. As if 
in a daze she accepted his touch and made no protest as 
he moved closer. 

Charles sensed that Genevieve might bolt if he moved 
too fast, but this was a moment he had dreamed about 
ever since he'd understood what sex was. His beautiful 
sister in-law had figured prominently in his 
masturbation fantasies all his life. And here he was, 
through a fluke of good fortune, at the threshold of 
his brother's wife. 

Charles moved up next to her and placed a tentative 
hand on her breast, then ran his hand down her stomach 
to her thigh, then back up again. 

Genevieve reached out and held his hand still. 
"Charles, I will lay with you, because I want a child, 
but I don't want to cheat on my husband. I would tell 
him, but I know he would never agree." 

She also knew at that moment that there was more than 
just the need for a child and heir, she was and always 
had been attracted to her husband's younger brother. 

As Genevieve lay back upon the bed and watched her soon 
to be lover striping out of his clothing she knew 
without a doubt that this would be an encounter that 
she would always vividly remember. 

When the young prince had stripped completely naked he 
stood proudly beside her and she watched as his manhood 
came quickly to life. 

Genevieve couldn't tear her eyes away from Charles' 
arousal, it was magnificent. He was magnificent. After 
years of being bedded by a man much older than herself, 
and having been a virgin when first she'd come to the 
King's bed she had never had anyone to compare her 
husband to before. 

Young Charles stood before her as if her were a Greek 
God, hard and ready, so ready in fact that Genevieve 
quite naturally held open the covers so the young man 
could slip in beside her. 

That simple invitation was all that was needed to get 
Charles going. He snuggled up next to Genevieve and let 
his hands roam over her body. The material of her 
nightgown did nothing to mask what was beneath. 

And soon even that flimsy barrier was gone and the 
young man and his queen were lovers a most biblical 

As the two rutted in magnificent passion, totally lost 
to the world around them, a dark figure moved within 
the shadows and watched. 

It was the King himself. He'd finally finished his 
duties in the great hall and had come up to be with his 
loving wife until the midnight celebrations. He'd been 
looking forward to another bout in bed with her. 

As he stood in the shadows his mind churned in turmoil. 
His first emotion was shock, which quickly turned to 
anger. He was going to rush into the room and kill his 
brother, bash his head in. How dare he do this to the 

But something deep down inside of him stayed his hand. 
He realized that what he was seeing aroused his lust. 
Watching his beautiful wife being taken by another man 
was somehow... exciting to him. 

He stood fascinated as his young brother humped away at 
his wife. She in turn was moaning and thrusting back up 
at him, just like she did when his swollen meat was 
thrusting in and out of her. 

He could see his brother's body tense and he knew what 
would come next. A loud groan escaped Charles' lips as 
he filled Genevieve with his seed. He shivered again 
and again as the delicious spasms racked his body with 
each spurt of his passion. 

The King watched as his unfaithful wife hugged her 
young lover to her bosom and desperately thrust herself 
against him in a quickening motion. His eyes widened 
when he heard his Queen groan in a hoarse voice he 
barley recognized, "Oh god, oh god YES!" 

And he continued to watch as his wife of eight years, 
his beautiful queen, her body shiny with a fine coat of 
perspiration bucked under her lover with her own 
orgasm. All the while Charles atop her was still 
thrusting in and out, in and out... 

The King stood still. The deed was truly done he 
thought, what would he do now? Why hadn't he stopped 
them when he could have? But he already knew the answer 
to that. 

He loved his wife, and he did want a child and heir. He 
was surprised how fast he'd figured it all out in his 
head. His brother was going to the holy lands to fight 
the heathen hordes. Many things could happen to him 

If his wife became pregnant from his brother's seed, 
Charles would most certainly meet with some tragedy. 
The Kingdom would have an heir, and his wife would have 
a child. 

Everything considered, he fervently hoped that his 
little brother had just made his lovely wife fat with 

'Yes,' he thought to himself, 'that would be the best 
thing all around.' 

He slipped away unnoticed by the lovers on the bed, who 
where heading for a second round of pleasure-making 
before the Winter Solstice festivities called them away 
to their various duties. 

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