Monaco Jet Set Chronicles

The Princess of Hanover glanced at her Cartier watch. "Damnit, it's eight o'clock. Charlotte should be here! Where is she? And where is Thierry? They were supposed to begin the warm up... Where the devil are they?"

Little did she know... =)

Thierry jolted himself out of a horrendous nightmare. Sunlight poured into his hotel room. He shook his head and rubbed his temples. "Blast," he said. He had been dreaming of a chase... Prince Ernst of Hanover chasing him with a cricket bat. When Thierry saw the time on the digital clock on the nightstand, he jumped into action. Awkward or not, he would have to face Charlotte at the showjumping in Fontvieille. There was no way around it.

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The three bodyguards of the Casiraghi Trio were walking together in a grand corridor of the Palace, toward Andrea's suite. This is where the tracking devices that the Casiraghi Trio wore led them. Princess Caroline was furious that her children were not at Fontvieille yet and she had screamed her head off at the bodyguards when she called them on her cell phone. Understandably, she was worried. Are they sick? Are they missing? "Find them, imbeciles!!"

Charlotte was pressing her face into her elder brother's pillow and moaning as her little brother butt fucked her. This was the second time... before this began, she had sucked on Pierre's growing penis, tasting the cum that was now a part of her in a way much more meaningful than genetics... she had loved the taste of it and she wondered if it was like her father's. Little Pierre resembled Stefano in every other physical way... At the time, she had shared this thought with Pierre and he began to cry. Then he laughed, and she joined in his laughter, and they began to discuss the possibility of their parents ever having these inceste moments with their siblings... Caroline, Albert, and Stephanie... Stefano, uncle Marco, aunt Laura... Normally, children are revolted by the idea of their parents fucking. But now to Charlotte and Pierre it seemed very erotic and funny. It got them more excited, so much that they agreed to another butt fuck. So that's where they are now... Pierre's cock expanding and moving inside Charlotte's butt hole, sweating off beads of precum, oozing sweat and precum. Pierre held onto his sister's butt cheeks. As he fucked her, he kissed her butt cheeks, and licked them, and even bit them!! He stuck his tongue inside her butt crack, above where his cock was...

He very slowly inserted his tongue inside her buttocks. Charlotte moaned loudly from the sheer pleasure of Pierre's tongue and cock in her butt hole at the same time. She had tears welling up in her eyes and she squeezed the pillow and buried her face in it even more. Suddenly, the rattling noise of someone jiggling the door knobs shook the moment and Pierre pulled himself away from Charlotte. It took Charlotte a few seconds to realize Pierre was no longer fucking her and she sat up. They stared at the jiggling door knobs. The doors were locked, but people were trying to enter. Then there was knocking. "Is anyone in there?" Pierre and Charlotte recognized the voices of their bodyguards.

Pierre ran around the bed looking for his jeans. As he searched, he picked up charlotte's clothing and tossed it at her. Charlotte frantically dressed herself and began to fix the sheets on the bed. When Pierre was dressed and felt semi-presentable, he opened the doors. The bodyguards were stunned.

"Monsieur Pierre... Mademoiselle Charlotte... what is going on? Why was this locked? Where is Monsieur Andrea...?"

"He's at Fontvieille," Pierre lied. "We were just getting ready to go..."

The bodyguards shook their heads in confusion. "There must be some mistake. Her Royal Highness contacted us to inform us that none of you are at Fontvieille. Your tracking devices led us here. All three..."

The bodyguards pushed Pierre aside as they walked in. They didn't know what to make of the clothes that were scattered everywhere. One of them picked up a bra off the bed and just stared at it... oh no, thought Pierre and Charlotte as they looked at each other. Val forgot her bra.

"Look at this!" Another bodyguard was holding up Andrea's tracking device that he found on the nightstand. Now they understood! Andrea had removed his tracking device. That's why all three devices led them to his suite in the palace. That explained why no one knew where Andrea was, except of course Val and the Pozzo di Borgo bodyguard, but these men didn't know that much yet!

The bodyguards sprung into action. Two of them grabbed Charlotte and Pierre and hurried them out of the suite. The one who had found Andrea's ankle device got on his cell phone to inform Caroline of the situation...

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Pierre was a lot more compliant than Charlotte. "I haven't had a shower..." Charlotte complained as she resisted her bodyguards' pulling. "You can have one at Fontvieille," one said as he forced Charlotte to move forward.