Twisted

10

December 15, 1983

"So what is this Christmas Gala and why am I wearing a monkey suit to it?" Lindsey asks tying his tie in the mirror that Eliza was doing Stevie's makeup in. Her blonde long hair had already been pulled back in a low prom-like bun, and now they were doing her makeup. 

"It's something that the king and queen put on every year, but we're hosting it at Brentwood because it's going to be a lot and a long night, so when I'm ready to leave and be done, I'm leaving and being done." Stevie explains. 

"Are we matching tonight?" He asks 

"We are." Stevie nods. 

"Emerald Green then." 

"Yes, Emerald Green." She nods.

"Speaking of Emerald Green, you are all set. Let's get you into that dress." Eliza stands her up. "Margie says it's by far her favorite of all the dresses she's made you." Margie was her clothing designer. 

The dress itself had an emerald colored lace corset tank top, it was an illusion tank-top so it looked like Stevie had nothing on under it. That was the truth, she didn't have anything on under it, but what made it the illusion was that it wouldn't show the rose color of her nipples, or her nipples for that matter. The lace tank-top flowered into a form fitting emerald silk skirt. 

"Wow, that dress looks really good on you." He zips her up and turns her around placing his hands on her hips. 

"Except I'm not going to be able to bend down all night so...here..." She pulls out a pair of silver t-strap diamond like pair of six-inch high heels.

"I'm putting these on your feet?" He asks as she lowers herself back down into her make up chair.

"Think of it, just like Cinderella." She holds her foot out to him. He just chuckles and kneels down to put her shoes on her. 

***

Stevie and Lindsey were drinking champagne and mingling with some members of nobility when Prince Christopher approached them.

"Little brother." Stevie smiles. 

"Hey um, so the 18th is my birthday." 

"I know, we're hijacking it for Lindsey's crowning." Stevie nods.

"I'm not mad about that, I hate celebrating my birthday anyway...but I'll be 28." He tells his sister.

"Yes, yes you will." Stevie nods.

"Well, I was wondering if we could put on a Courting Ball." 

"Well I don't see why it would be a problem." Stevie shakes her head.

"But here's the kicker..." 

"Oh no, there can't be a kicker Christopher." She shakes her head.

"Well I want to open it up to the public. I want to not inbreed you know." 

"In breed?" Lindsey cocks an eyebrow.

"Most of the nobility in this kingdom are related in some way or another. That's why I had invited nobility of other kingdoms to come to my courting ball." Stevie explains. 

"So how do you want to avoid inbreeding?" Lindsey inquires.

"I want to open it up to the members of non-nobility. The towns people." Christopher explains. 

"I think it'd be a good idea." Lindsey shrugs looking at Stevie. 

"I mean...I...I guess we could do something like that." Stevie shrugs.

"You seem unsure." Christopher bites his lip.

"It's just hard bringing in someone who doesn't know the protocols and everything. Dressing for dinner and royal functions. They can't be wearing jeans because they look nice, it would be training and tutoring." Stevie shrugs.

"Yeah, but I don't think that'd be a problem. You have to run the kingdom, but mom could teach her." Chris shrugs.

"Chris, hold that thought...let's go dance." Lindsey tugs Stevie onto the floor.

"What did you do that for?" She asks.

"You are becoming queen. I know how much you admire your dad and how he had giant shoes to fill, but if you let Christopher do this...that starts your monarchy. It's fresh eyes a fresh perspective. Allowing someone who's not noble into the family could be the best thing for this kingdom you never know until you try." 

"And what if it crashes and burns." 

"So you deal with it when that time comes. You're the queen you're always going to do what you think is best for the kingdom. Do what your gut tells you." Lindsey looks at her.

"My gut's telling me that Christopher isn't going to be happy with a woman who's a member of nobility." She bites her lip. 

"So there you go, let him do this. And stop chewing on your lip, you're getting red lipstick on your teeth." 

"Oh my god." She goes to try and fix it but Lindsey kisses her and licks it away with his tongue before pulling away from her and going back over to where Christopher was standing. 

He wipes his lips and then he smacks his soon to be brother in law on the shoulder. "I think you have a good chance at getting your way." 

"Yeah..." He looks at Lindsey.

"I do...I'm on your side...you've got a big brother now Christopher." He states.

"Thanks." Christoper smiles as Stevie walks over. She picks her champagne flute back up and guzzles it down before grabbing Lindsey's hand and pulling him out of the ballroom.

"Where are we going?" He asks.

"Home, we're going home." She answers. 

"It's not even eleven yet." He states.

"Lindsey, we need to go home." She looks at him. 

"Why?" 

All she does is she makes sure no one is looking and then she grabs his dick his with her hands quite hardly to be exact and his hisses and jumps out of the way. 

"Since when did that happen?" he asks.

"When you liked the lipstick off of my teeth." She answers.

"Oh, so you like that....hmm, I might have to do that more often." He states.

"Lindsey." She stamps her little foot on the ground. 

"Alright. Let's go." He puts his hand on her lower back and leads her out of the ballroom. 

As soon as they're inside their own home, Lindsey is unzipping  her gown and she's untying Lindsey's tie. Moving to the stairs her dress was falling off of her body and she was ripping at Lindsey's shirt. By the time they reached their bedroom Stevie's dress was off as was Lindsey's shirt and she was working on his belt. 

"Leave the heels on." He states.

"Hmm?" She asks sucking on his neck as she unbuttons his pants.

"I'm going to fuck you with your heels on." He states and she just pushes herself up and wraps her legs around his waist.