Berengar laid against a sofa in his penthouse dressed in only his underwear; the thinly spun hemp fibers that took the form of a pair of boxer briefs left little to the imagination. He was currently sitting atop a cushion, smoking a mixture of hashish and herbal shisha out of his finely crafted hookah.

Sitting across from him was none other than his little sister Henrietta, who had no top on aside from her bra; below the belt, she still wore a skirt, albeit a relatively short one, knee-high socks, and a pair of white lace panties which matched her upper garment.

On her pretty face was an expression that was a mix of embarrassment and intoxication. As Berengar gazed upon his little sister's inappropriate appearance, a brief moment of clarity entered his otherwise stoned mind; immediately, he looked around to see what was going on, as he did not remember how he had entered this strange situation.

From what he could observe, alcohol, drugs, and a deck of cards were involved. For whatever reason, his kingly attire was strewn across the floor in a mixture of whatever garments Henrietta was wearing before taking them off. His gaze immediately returned to the hazy azure eyes of his little sister, where he asked the question on his mind.

"Wait a second... What exactly are we doing right now?"

Henrietta immediately began to hiccup as a brief sense of clarity returned to her azure eyes. However, it was snuffed out in the next moment as she took a sip from the beer in front of her. As she re-entered her fugue-like state, she began to chuckle before informing Berengar just what exactly they had gotten up to while under the influence of drugs and alcohol.

"Duh! We're playing poker, remember? Now, are you going to play your hand or not?"

Berengar nodded his head in silence as he fumbled around with his cards. As he did so, he instinctively took another hit from the hookah; after all, it was not as if more hash would harm his cognitive abilities any further, right?

After inhaling the substance and spewing out a puff of smoke that was briefly contained within his lungs, it suddenly hit him. There was a reason he was sitting here playing strip poker with Henrietta instead of his girls, and it was pretty obvious when he thought about it.

However, the moment those thoughts crossed his mind, another question presented itself sidetracking him from the main point. Why exactly was he playing strip poker with his little sister? Wouldn't regular poker have sufficed? As he worked his brain around why exactly this was happening, he instinctively showed his hand with a smug smile on his face.

"Four of a Kind!"

The moment Henrietta heard this, she began to pout before placing her cards down upon the table; it was a three of a kind, which meant Berengar had won this round. Now that they had finished that, Berengar instantly began to take a sip from his beer and try to get back to his train of thought.

However, what came next surprised Berengar as Henrietta slowly removed one of her knee-high socks before throwing it at his head, where it landed perfectly. After she had done so, she crossed her arms and pouted. This scene immediately reminded Berengar of his initial train of thought. As such, he finally managed to ask the question on his mind.

"Henrietta, my dear sister, can you explain to me why we're playing strip poker?"

Henrietta's expression immediately changed as she began to ask for clarification on what Berengar had said.

"Strip Poker? What's that? I thought this was how you played poker?'

Berengar was immediately enraged when he heard this; he could not possibly fathom where she had gotten such an outrageous idea; as such, he immediately began to inquire about the bastard who was tainting his precious little sister's pure mind.

"What kind of sick pervert told you that!?!"

A dumbfounded expression etched itself across the girl's face as she stared at her older brother in disbelief; it took her a few moments, but eventually, her bewildered expression shifted to one of embarrassment and finally white-hot rage. Afterward, she informed Berengar of just who the sick pervert was who taught her how to play strip poker.

"You did!!! I knew this was not normal! Stupid brother!"

After saying this, she instantly tried to stand up, but when she did, she lost control of her legs due to how much alcohol and cannabis she had consumed. The teenage girl immediately faceplanted on top of her elder brother with an exceptionally flushed appearance.

Berengar could not tell if she wanted to hit him or run away, but one thing was sure, he had done something foolish. When Berengar tried to lift his sister off of him, he accidentally grabbed somewhere that he shouldn't have, which caused the girl to react violently by slugging him in the face before struggling to her feet, where she somehow managed to shuffle away from the penthouse.

As Berengar was lying dazed and confused, he entered a state of epiphany and recalled all of the events that had led up to this point. It was an average spring morning, yet he had a day off for once in his busy life. As such his only desire was to sit around, relax, and do nothing.

However, as usual, his three wives wanted him to do something with them. Ultimately he was dragged around the city for half of the day doing various stupid tasks, like shopping. Seriously, why go out shopping when he could have a servant buy all of the items the girls wanted and bring them back to the palace? Nevertheless, by the time he finally got home Henrietta had a smug expression on her pretty face and openly taunted him.

Feeling enraged by his sister's mocking behavior, Berengar felt like making her pay for her actions. As such, he coerced her into entering the harem room, where he introduced her to hash and alcohol while partaking of the substances himself. At some point, he pulled out a deck of cards and convinced her to play strip poker, hoping to humiliate the girl and teach her a valuable lesson about insulting her big brother.

However, it backfired when he got so stoned that he could not remember what he was doing or why. He supposed it was a good thing the game ended before it got any worse; after all, he was on the losing side and was left with only one item of clothing still attached to his body. If lady luck had not blessed him with a good hand on that last round, he would have ended up humiliating himself instead.

Berengar sighed heavily as he thought about all that had transpired. Of course, one thing was certain in this whole mess; he had to find another way to punish Henrietta; after all, she had just struck the King, and that was simply unacceptable.

It was with this in mind that he crawled to his knees, where he continued to struggle to his feet. After a while, he managed to stand where he slowly and carefully walked down the stairs. Upon reaching the lower level, he followed the trail that he suspected Henrietta had wandered off to.

He did not know how much time had passed from the moment Henrietta ran off to when he finally found her. However, when he did, she was lying face down and curled up on her mattress, where she was likely passed out. This created the perfect opportunity for Berengar to punish his little sister for her previous actions.

However, the closer he approached, the more he heard a slight whimper. Initially, Berengar thought the girl was crying, thus causing him to doubt his actions, yet in the very next moment, that whimper turned to a moan, followed by a single phrase.

"Big Brother!"

Having heard this, Berengar could only think of one thing that Henrietta was doing and found himself in an incredibly awkward situation. It took him a few moments to regain his thoughts, and when he did, he proceeded to slowly and quietly abscond from the scene. Before long, he found himself hidden away inside the harem room, where he began to freak out.

He tried to convince himself in his mind that he must be misunderstanding the situation, or maybe he heard wrong. After all, he was as high as a kite at the moment and could barely stand. Hell, for all he knew in reality, he was passed out and dreaming about all of this. Then again, what would that say about his subconscious if he were to actually fantasize about such things in his sleep?

Berengar knew only one thing to be true in his mind right now, and thus he quietly expressed that single thought.

"I need a drink..."

After saying this, he wobbled over to the Counter, where he poured himself two fingers of whiskey before sitting down where this craziness had all begun. He was starting to seriously consider finding a proper husband for his little sister. If what he had just witnessed was real, she would need to spend some time with a man unrelated to her.

As Berengar thought about what to do about this whole debacle, he slowly drifted into sleep, forgetting all of the foolish things that he had done during the high times he shared with his sister. When the young King finally woke up the next day, he would not remember any of this.