Tehr laughed at the pinch and steered the two of them towards the dining room.  He shrugged his shoulders, "You've seen all three women and you know my weakness for beauty.  I can't beleive you are surprised honestly."<br/><br/>As they entered the dining room he was pleased to see that at the moment it was empty of servants and he shut the door behind them so they would have at least a moment's notice before someone joined them.  Moving to the table he noticed that Angelique had set out a bottle of wine to breath.  He lifted it and nodded, a decent vintage, passable, but not overly expensive either.  A perfect balance of frugality with quality for a simple dinner where there were no guests to impress.  He poured two glasses, one for himself and his sister then swirled the red around to let it breathe before answering his sister again.<br/><br/>"You saw the dwarven woman?"  He asked, knowing that she had though they hadn't been introduced as Ironna left and Christina returned.  "I'll admit I'm pursuing her as well.  While I would agree that she is no great beauty like Angelique, Heidi,"  he paused and then tilted his glass towards his sister, "or even yourself.  She is somewhat exotic.  Most dwarven women tend to keep to their own kind, and are legendarily dour and prim on top of that.  I find the outcast Ironna... a potential chance to bed a dwarven woman.  An opportunity not easily given normally for a dog like me."<br/><br/>He sipped his wine finally and then looking at the door to make sure it was still closed said, "As for your virtue..."  He sighed softly, "Leaving the past in the past is probably the best.  You know as well as I do the dangers that would occur for a noble family were two siblings to be caught betwixt the sheets."<br/><br/>Tehr did know that there were many ways around such social stigma as well.  Anne d'Wellinington for example, there were rumors that she had bedded her half brother.  But her reputation was already shot, and such rumors were dismissed as more claims to try to vilify her, regardless of their truth.  Likewise there was a small house that stayed out of court politics for the most part, House Hesfal, that lived down by the sea near Dover.  The house was old, like Wynt, and was run by a man in his middle years whose name escaped Tehr at the moment.  The head of the house Lord ir'Hesfal however lived on a large farm with his wife, his sister, and his sister's husband.  The siblings spouses were both quiet, mousy, and rarely heard from.  They were peasants who had married into a noble house, and Tehr never knew their names.  However the rumor was that the brother and sister, the blood descendants of the house Hesfal, were secretly partners.  That the children of the sister d'Hesfal were not begat of her husband, but instead of her brother, ir'Hesfal.  Further rumors said that often slaves were brought into the household for nights at a time.  Though rumors could abound at great length, because House Hesfal simply did not participate in politics.  They lived their lifestyle in seclusion and were likewise left alone.<br/><br/>But Tehr did not want that for house Wynt.  The simple joy of bedding his sister, eating the forgotten fruit, was not worth the price he'd have to pay of sending House Wynt back into obscurity.  His eyes roamed back to his sister and he imagined her soft supple body under her clothing.  No, it would not be worth that kind of a risk.  "Certainly not worth risking," he said, "So I'd say your virtue is safe around me dear sister."<br/><br/>He smiled and drained his wine in a single go before reaching for the bottle again.<br/><br/>He of course was also sidestepping the other issue.  That of Christina being a bit of a voyeur.  He knew that she'd spied upon him with the lasses when they were younger, before he left for Londinium, and more than once..  He'd known that at least on one occasion she'd been hiding in his closet as he bedded someone else.  He'd heard the soft gasps and moans that were coming from a woman other than the woman under him.  He'd heard floorboards outside his room creaking softly as she tried to tiptoe away after listening at his door.  He seen her sneaking out of the barn after he'd rolled a maid in the hay loft.  There was even one time, and he wasn't sure of this, but he could have sworn just as he was drifting off to sleep, a naked and well fucked girl snoring beside him, that he'd heard the sound of someone breathing under his bed.  Of course for that last one he had no proof and in the morning the area under his bed was clear.  But he knew that Christina was a voyeur, and likely had pleasured herself while watching him with women.<br/><br/>Not that he was innocent either.  One night he'd spied her door cracked open and peered in from the dark hallway as she pleasured herself.  An act that he always wondered if it was spontaneous or coreographed for his eyes.  Certainly she rarely ever slept with her door open, so it seemed odd that on a night when she would be touching herself, she would do so with the door cracked, her bedroom candles lit, and laying upon her bed so as to be seen by someone passing by in the middle of the night.<br/><br/>The Gaulic nations made a sport of such things.  On a trip to Parisia with his uncle one summer, he'd seen that there were several "théâtre vivant de sexe" quite openly displayed.  It seemed that it was vogue for the nobility to go and watch live sex shows as if it were high theater.  Often having coffee and croissant only a few inches from where a couple would be fornicating on a raised stage.  Sometimes more than a couple in fact.  But while such was not the trend in Britannia, neither would such a thing be looked at as completely taboo either.  More that a voyeur who was caught might be called naughty or chastised perhaps.  Certainly the Church would have something to say about such lewd acts.<br/><br/>But Tehr had to wonder if now that Christina was out from under the eye of their mother, her lewd acts might not grow.  He had no doubt that his sister would resist climbing into bed with him and join him were he entertaining one of his lovers (or more than one of them).  But he however did not know if she would allow her voyeuristic tendencies to grow.  He wondered if he should start locking his door.  It might be distracting if he were mid thrust with Heidi for example and looked up to see his sister enjoying the show.  Especially if she were 'really' enjoying the show.<br/><br/>One of Tehr's eyebrows raised as the image of his sister playing with her pussy entered his mind,  A thought he quickly dismissed, only to realize that the silence between the two of them was stretching.  In fact Christina was looking at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to respond to  something she had just said.  He must have been lost in his own thoughts.  "I'm sorry dear sister, say again?" he asked nicely.