…a spoiled little slut for her brother's cock.

To the outside world, she is tall, regal and beautiful. Despite being the eldest of three siblings, she nevertheless had to fight hard and defy convention to be named Crown Princess when she came of age. Normally her younger brother would have inherited the throne, but Princess Raquelia was so strong-willed and capable that she managed to successfully petition their father to bend the rules of succession. The move was almost universally applauded, as the princess was popular and well known to be level-headed, just, and peace-loving - just like her father.

For his part, Prince Ezra had taken his demotion to second in the line of succession with good-natured humility. The realm had a gracefully ageing king, his beauteous queen, and three capable and regal progeny that would surely provide safe hands to steer the kingdom well into the next generation. A harmonious royal family, to all appearances.

They didn't know the half of it.

The duties of an heir apparent were many, and Raquelia felt them weighing heavily on her shoulders as she finally retired for the night, her shoes tapping lightly on the marble floors as she returned to the wing of the palace she shared with her siblings. Finally free of the bustle of courtiers and the silent, ever-present servants alike, she let her shoulders sag and let out a weary sigh as her feet carried her… not to her own chambers - not yet.

With a short, playful tap on the door, she poked her head through the gap that spilled candlelight across the passage. “Eeezraaa!” she cooed in a sing-song voice, a mischievous smile creeping across her face. “Little brother, are you in?”

Glancing up from his writing desk, twenty-year-old Ezra - who had not seemed to mind a bit when she usurped his position five years earlier - flashed a soft grin of his own. He shared her fine-boned good looks and soft, dark hair, but his build was slighter than his sister’s - narrow shoulders, all sharp angles and points like the fencing sword he often wore. “Lia!” he said warmly. “I was just wondering if I'd see you tonight. Come in, shut the door.”

Raquelia felt a familiar, tremulous thrill as she did as she was bade, carefully latching the door behind her. It would not do to be disturbed. “Of course I would come, brother dear. Father had me negotiating with those merchants from the Eastern Marches for hours. I couldn't possibly sleep without a good fucking.” As she gave voice to the salacious purpose of her visit, Raquelia shivered pleasantly. Beneath her fine, voluminous dress, she felt her body heating up as she sank to her knees, daintily arranging her skirts around her as she made herself comfortable on Ezra’s rug - a most un-princesslike posture, despite the abundance of comfortable chairs in her brother's study.

“Oh, really?” Ezra's voice was light and teasing as he turned his chair to face her, his gentle green eyes dancing with mischief. “And what were you going to do if I were busy tonight, my darling sister? I'm not as busy as you are, but I have my share of duties.” He indicated the documents strewn across his desk, some with ink still fresh on the parchment.

Raquelia - no, here she was just Little Lia - twisted her lips into a pout, the likes of which nobody else had seen since she was very small. “I suppose I would simply sulk,” she grumbled, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Or perhaps I would borrow your lovely-smelling bed, bury my face in your pillow and fuck myself silly in your place.” That option was sounding ever more tempting.

“Oh,” Ezra said mildly. “Well, I suppose you don't even need me, then. I'll just finish up my letters, and maybe join you afterwards if I have the time.” Nodding thoughtfully, he began to turn back towards his papers.

“N-no, wait!” Lia’s cheeks burned as she reached out to snatch at his sleeve. When Ezra halted his movement to look down at her, locking his eyes with hers, she felt lightning arc through her entire body - concentrating between her legs. “I… mmph,” she whimpered, suddenly at a loss for words as she squeezed her thighs together tightly beneath her dress.

“Tsk, tsk,” Ezra tutted, though his eyes were kind as he reached down to tousle Lia’s hair. “Can't be honest with me, after all this time?”

“I…I already told you what I need,” Lia mumbled, nuzzling her head into Ezra’s palm like a particularly affectionate cat.

“But you didn't tell me where you expected to get it,” Ezra pointed out. One finger from his other hand reached down, tilting her chin upwards so she was forced to look at him. To play the game.

“Hnngmmhhh,” Lia moaned eloquently, her eyes half-closing in bliss as her younger brother stroked her hair. She had not been lying - the lengthy meeting with the dignitaries her father had seen fit to saddle her with had worn her down, scraping her resolve down to the quick. It was a miracle she had made it this far, and she was in desperate need of a recharge. “Fffuck me, brother,” she slurred. “At least use my mouth. Please!”

“Much better,” Ezra murmured, standing up from his chair at last. Despite his slight build, he towered over her as she knelt. “Perhaps I shall do both,” he mused. “I hope you did not plan on sleeping tonight, Lia.”

She gulped. Her loins twitched, leaking wetness already in the way only her younger brother could provoke. “I…am yours,” she whimpered gladly.

“And I yours.” Bending down, Ezra planted a swift, hungry kiss on her lips, communicating just a fraction of the heat and force of his desire before pulling away. “I love you, Lia.”

Lia smiled dreamily, her head filling with pleasant clouds of cotton wool as Ezra’s kiss flooded her body with shivering anticipation. “Me too,” she murmured, unable to stop herself from smiling as her brother unbuttoned his trousers.

My DPP profile is here with some more details, but the short version is this:

Hi, I'm Alex, and I like two things: medieval/fantasy settings, and incest. When thinking on how best to combine them, I landed on this. I hope the intended dynamic came across clearly: a fun and flirty relationship behind closed doors between two very close siblings. Despite the fact that in public, Raquelia is bold and confident while Ezra is quiet and unassuming, they flip the script in private so that Ezra gently dominates his older sister in a way that she just finds so refreshing and relaxing.

The stock scene of a confident older sister who actually needs looking after is one of my favourites, so I really look forward to playing it mashed up with some of my favourite things: beautiful princesses, elaborate dresses, and perhaps even a pinch of magic.

As for the characters, Ezra is a little different to my usual - he's on the smaller side, either similar in height to Lia or even a little shorter. Still, his calm confidence and gentle teasing always seem to put her on the back foot, as she doesn't really want to stand up to him, at the end of the day.

Some kinks are obvious: teasing, sneaking around, gentleness and fun, being a bit of a service top and spoiling my needy older sister.

Others you might have guessed at: fingers in and around mouths or in hair, clothed sex, gorgeous costumes, kissing, risking getting caught.

The rest you may have to ask about, or check that DPP profile.

Limits are mostly standard: bathroom, gore/torture, noncon, anything designed to invoke misery or pain really. Also - anal. Sorry, but if your princess dream is to get it in the butt, Ezra is not the prince for you.

Let me know what sort of Raquelia you'd be interested in playing- any twists, descriptions etc. I won't insist you read the profile as everything you need is here (and this has already been a journey, so I appreciate your time!), but it does help.

Oh, and I left our third sibling ambiguous and vague in case you're interested in bringing them in some way down the line.