<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gifer.com/ZitW.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Summer before 6th year - Ravenclaw<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>  PUREBLOOD<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing now! <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> HISTORY | Monday, August 5th, 2019<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Manor | Dior's Private Bath<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Procrastinating conversations for funtimes<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Childish Gambino - Me and Your Mama (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hZCsgcKa-g)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, CLOSED</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Dior's lips were sweet. Unlike the fired way her tongue lashed back out at him. Derek wanted his sister... badly, but that didn't mean he wouldn't torment her just slighty. He knew this woman well. Derek could almost feel her body tensing when he annoyed her so. Feeling that own rush up and then down his spine and tensing in his shoulders. Almost like they had to share the same emotions. He was soaking in such delight as his lips pressed to hers again and then again. Interrupting her as she protested much to Dragon being on his shoulder when he answered the door. The rat had long decided to avoid this bathroom, knowing that it usually came with ear piercing shrieks from Dior's mouth. The feeling between Dior and Dragon were mutual.<br/><br/>"Hmmmm," Derek groaned into the final kiss and leaned in once more. Not caring in the slightest to her annoyance and her protests. In fact, it fueled his desires even more. Derek needed a taste of his sister right away and he had the confidence to know she wanted it from him, as well. His hand sinking into the bubbly water and legs. Fingers brushing from her kneecaps to her toned thigh. He pulled away her legs until his hand had enough room to glide up her inner thigh. Another groan came from his lips as his tongue lapped out of his mouth and danced with Dior's. Tasting the familiar taste of her saliva. It was like honey to his tongue.<br/><br/>Fingers glided to the lips of her sex as he brushed them apart. Finding the sweet petals under the water, and a wetness that was far more slick than the water she was in. That's finally what made Derek pull his lips away, but not his fingers. In fact, his fingers took liberties and curled past those precious bare lips and then gliding past the petals of her sex. Curling upward toward the soft walls of her molten core and finding the sweet spot. Discovering it years ago in their experimentation days and he massaged two fingers up against that indent. His eyes looking to Dior's face. Lusting to see her face and reaction as he teased her.<br/><br/>"Seems like you've been thinking about this moment for a while now," Derek teased and then crossed his fingers like he was wishing for something inside of her. Wiggling it inside that wet, velvety, and extremely warm insides. The muscles from his bicep flexing above the water that rippled around them as he glided his fingers into her. "If only the boys at Hogwarts knew what wanting little minx you can be," Derek hoped it work her up again as his pace started to quicken with his fingers.<br/><br/>Already he felt the mass growing down his thigh. Making his loose gym shorts tight around his groin. Nothing was more enticing than watching Dior act like this. It also made his confidence swoon knowing that his sister was tied to him since birth and now he was going to take her... again. The blood running through the veins was shared between the two. The same blood pumping into his cock.<br/><br/>Eventually he stood and gave Dior what he wanted. His fingers finally leaving her insides as half of his arm was drenched from under the water. At first he slipped the fingers into his mouth to taste her. It tasted like perfection. Then he ran the wet hand through his messy hair and it flattened against his scalp. The other hand went to grab the bulge running down his thigh. Giving it quick stroke downward while looking at his smoking hot sister. He bit his bottom lip and then used both of his hands to pull down his trousers. His thick and long length springing forth to hit his stomach. At a standing ovation for Dior's sass and her beauty. The helm was purple with want and his cock throbbed with a need to be touched. He stood there in a while. Confidence swooning as he wanted Dior to admire the likeness that they shared, yet the huge differences of their sex.<br/><br/>However, Derek nodded his head toward Dior to move her own legs as stepped into the tub. Taking no time to lean over and soak his body. Immersing himself in the smells and everything of Dior. The water was rising so close to the edges as he leaned in and pushed her legs aside. Taking no time to place one hand against the tub for stability and then another to her small yet perfectly shaped breasts. His hand cupped the soft texture and his fingers spread to slip her nipple in-between. Rolling it between the digits. Then his lips when to kiss her neck as his cock pressed against her belly. Even though they were twins, Derek was significantly more muscular, broad, and taller than Dior.<br/><br/>"There is..." his lips pressed against her neck and then nibbled down the sides. "... something that we have to talk about before ... " his tongue lapped the soft area that he had just bitten. "... mom and dad ... " He quivered then for a moment and cut himself off. His mind forgetting all about that comment, as he was incredibly turned on by Dior's soft skin and her deliciously shaped body. It the body of a perfect woman to him.<br/><br/>"Gods, you're so fucking hot, sis," he moaned into her while kissing her neck. An obvious twitch of his manhood against her belly.