"Huh? No way, that's gross—sucking on a dick with your mouth!
Especially someone as beautiful as you, Sis!"
"Listen to me, Your Highness!"
I steeled my heart and put on a serious face as I addressed him.
"Is a dick dirty? Yeah, probably—the guy who owns it might think so, and women never really shake that perception either.
But I've already done blowjobs.
I took the Marquis's cock in my mouth, licked it all over to make him feel good, and let him cum on my face or swallowed it—multiple times.
I'm still your beautiful sister; that hasn't changed.
But I've already sold my virginity and gone through all sorts of firsts.
The blowjob I'm about to give you? I'll be doing it for every single partner from here on out, starting with something like, 'Let me suck you off, okay?'
I'm still naked, with those breasts he's been longing for right in front of him.
But his cock, which was rock-hard just moments ago, has gone completely limp.
"I'll use my pretty face in the most direct way possible, offering up this body you just adored so much for money, moaning on the bed like I did earlier.
And on top of that, I've got those perverted kinks that shocked Larry when I explained them this morning.
Prostitutes are seen as dirty women with dirty bodies. King Carl II tried to change that outdated thinking and made some real progress.
But you can't control people's hearts with power—there are still folks out there who believe it."
He's gone totally pale, so I switch to a warm smile and pat his shoulder lightly.
"What I'm trying to say is, you don't need to make a big deal out of getting a blowjob.
I've got the skills, and with your cute little cock? No hesitation at all—I'm actually excited and looking forward to it.
King Carl was right: selling your body doesn't make you dirty.
Yeah, I'm still me; I've just taken up the profession of a courtesan. That's all.
No matter how many men I service, my love for you as your sister won't change.
That scumbag who insulted the woman having tea incognito with King Carl?
He apparently said something like, 'That filthy mouth of yours has sucked off my dick and who knows how many others—how dare you chat so casually with a handsome guy like that!'
What a lowlife.
Gilbert, Your Highness—you're not like that, right?
Even after I've sucked off the Marquis, you'll still love me as your sister, won't you?"
"Of course! No matter what, you're my idol, the sister I'm so proud of.
Plus, when I got carried away and let my lust show, you accepted me so kindly.
No matter how many men hold you, you'll always be my beloved sister!
No matter how many blowjobs you give, those lips will stay forever beautiful and pure!
If you kissed me, I'd be thrilled anytime!"
We hugged then, and with my big breasts and nipples pressing against him, his cock started swelling back to life. Good.
I'd been worried that if I stayed his pure, beautiful, idolized sister, it'd torment him mentally.
Like, if I went on an outcall and he ended up as my driver?
While waiting in the car, he might think about what his adored sister was doing...
A blowjob was the perfect chance. It used to be the sex act that made me most anxious.
A woman's unease turns into a man's delight—especially for a virgin, it's like, 'She's even doing this for me!' They'd be thrilled.
I wanted him to accept that his idolized sister had become the kind of woman who'd do that, and reaffirm our bond.
It pains me that I made him feel bad, but seeing him overcome it makes him even cuter to me—as a sister's affection, not romantic longing!