Sisters in the Royal Court
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 24: The First Threshold
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 24: The First Threshold - A story of two sisters who both became consorts to the same Joseon prince, both elevated beyond their station, both genuinely loved by a man who chose them for who they were. One brilliant and brief. One quiet and enduring. Both essential to the tapestry of a family built from loss.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Oriental Male Oriental Female
Spring 1491 - Four months after their marriage
The shift happened gradually, then all at once.
For months, they had shared a bed platonically—sleeping close enough for comfort, sometimes holding hands in the darkness, but never crossing the line into physical intimacy. It had been an unspoken agreement, a boundary neither had been ready to cross.
But boundaries, Jisoo was learning, could shift.
The Awareness
It started with small things.
The way Hyeon’s hand would rest on the small of her back when they walked together—a gesture of guidance that had become familiar, but which recently made her skin warm beneath her robes.
The times she would help him dress for formal occasions, her fingers brushing his neck or wrists, and she would feel her breath catch.
The mornings she would wake to find him watching her, his expression soft and unguarded in the early light.
“What?” she would ask, self-conscious.
“Nothing. Just ... noticing you.”
And she found herself noticing him too. The strength in his hands. The line of his jaw. The way his voice deepened when he was tired or relaxed.
It wasn’t the passionate awareness she imagined he’d felt with Jiwon—that instant, electric attraction. This was slower, quieter. A warmth that had built over months of proximity and care.
But it was there nonetheless. Growing. Undeniable.
The Hesitation
One evening, after a particularly comfortable day spent together—working on correspondence, sharing meals, simply existing in easy companionship—they prepared for bed as usual.
But as Jisoo moved to her side of the bed, Hyeon caught her hand.
“Jisoo.”
She turned, her heart suddenly racing. “Yes?”
“I...” He seemed to struggle for words. “We’ve been married four months now.”
“I know.”
“And we’ve been ... separate. Physically separate. Which was right, at first. We both needed time—”
“Hyeon, you don’t have to—”
“Let me finish.” He still held her hand, his thumb tracing circles on her palm. “I don’t want to pressure you. Ever. But I also don’t want you to think I don’t ... that I’m not attracted to you. That I don’t want—” He stopped, clearly frustrated with his own awkwardness.
Jisoo’s face burned. “I didn’t think that. I just assumed you weren’t ready. That you still—”
“Still grieved Jiwon? I do. I will always grieve her.” His voice was honest, gentle. “But grief and desire aren’t mutually exclusive. And I’ve found myself wanting ... wanting to be close to you. In that way. If you’re willing.”
Her breath caught. “You want to—with me?”
“With you. Not with a memory or a replacement. With you, Jisoo.”
The distinction mattered. Enormously.
“I’m scared,” she admitted quietly.
“Of what?”
“Of being compared. Of you being with me and thinking of her. Of not being—” She couldn’t finish.
“Of not being enough?” He pulled her closer. “Jisoo, listen to me. You are enough. You’ve been more than enough for months now. And when I think about being intimate with you, I’m not thinking about Jiwon. I’m thinking about you. Your kindness, your patience, the way you make me laugh sometimes. The way you’ve become so important to me.”
“Important enough for this?”
“Important enough for everything.”
The Decision
Jisoo looked at him—really looked at him. His face was open, vulnerable, free of the crushing grief that had defined him for so long. He wasn’t healed—probably would never be fully healed from losing Jiwon. But he was here, present, asking her to cross this threshold with him.
Not out of obligation. Not to replace anyone. But because he genuinely wanted her.
“I want to,” she said softly. “But I don’t know how to ... I’ve never...”
Understanding crossed his face. “You’ve never been with anyone?”
She shook her head, embarrassed. “I’m twenty. I’ve been in the palace since I was four. There was never opportunity, and no one ever—” She stopped. “I’m sorry. That probably makes this more complicated—”
“It doesn’t make it complicated.” His voice was gentle. “It makes it precious. That you’re willing to trust me with this.”
“I do trust you. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You won’t. You couldn’t.” He cupped her face in his hands. “We’ll go slowly. We’ll figure it out together. And if at any point you want to stop, we stop. No judgment, no pressure.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
She took a shaky breath. “Then ... yes. I’m willing.”
The Beginning
He kissed her first—slowly, gently, giving her time to adjust.
It wasn’t her first kiss ever—they’d shared brief, chaste kisses before, formal gestures appropriate to their marriage. But this was different. This had intention behind it, desire carefully controlled but unmistakably present.
Jisoo’s hands came up to rest on his chest, feeling his heartbeat rapid beneath her palms. Her own heart was racing, fear and anticipation mixing in equal measure.
“Still all right?” he murmured against her lips.
“Yes. Nervous, but all right.”
“Me too.”
That surprised her. “You’re nervous?”
“Of course. I want this to be good for you. I don’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.” His smile was slightly self-deprecating. “And it’s been ... a long time for me. Since before Jiwon got sick. I’m probably going to be terrible at this.”
The admission eased something in her chest. He was nervous too. They were both fumbling toward this together.
“Then we’ll be terrible together,” she said, and kissed him again.
The Care
He undressed her slowly, carefully, asking permission with each layer removed.
“May I?”
“Yes.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.