<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6BTrkHY.png)</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>     </td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>      </td><td>Going Into 6th Year of University Level | Slytherin</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>Nothing</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td><strong>HISTORY</strong> | Monday, <strong>August </strong>5th, 2019</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Darley Manor (https://i.imgur.com/W2yV9Rm.png) | Dior's Private Bath (https://i.imgur.com/oynmeYB.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>Bathing | Twincest</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>Fuck 'Em Only We Know -- Banks (https://youtu.be/FIYhdTQBhU0)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td><strong>Derek Darley</strong> | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/oynmeYB.png)</div><br/><strong><em>CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP</em></strong><br/><br/>Dior could hear her twin’s clumsy footsteps echoing from all the way down the hall, and she shook her head, rolling her eyes as if she were ashamed of her own preferences. Sometimes he was such a fucking clueless knob, but nevertheless, she was smirking as the footsteps got louder.<br/><br/>She lay back in preparation of her lover, wearing a smug expression, one that she intended to leave him with a smoldering gaze that demand he take her right then and there. However, the rough manner in which Derek opened the perfectly painted door took her by surprise.<br/><br/><strong>“EEEEEE!”</strong>she screamed, sitting up so abruptly that water sloshed over the side despite the upward trajectory of the enchanted pink bubbles.<br/><br/><em>“You rang, madam?”</em><br/><br/><strong>“Goddamnit, Derek!”</strong>she growled at him, though she had nothing to say while he pulled his shirt off. When they were alone, that was one of the quickest ways to shut her up -- which anyone could tell you, was not always an easy task. He had the sort of attractive quality that made her stare longer, something dark and somehow so pure in his smile. He was like a bleeding wound for love, spilling everywhere without a second thought, and Dior adored him for it.<br/><br/>However, when she saw Dragon, Derek’s<em>disgusting</em>pet rat starting to creep on its nasty little feet towards her pristine bathtub, Dior pointed and shrieked.<br/><br/><strong>“EEEEEE, oh. my. god. NO, Derek. Get him out of here! I do not want that <em>pest</em> anywhere near me!” </strong><br/><br/>She was sitting against the furthest wall of the tub, as if Dragon would come scurrying up it and plop into the suds with her at any moment. Her olive green eyes blinked up at Derek as he came to kneel by the tub, her chest rising and falling under the bubbles as her cheeks grew pink with anger.<br/><br/><strong>“Gross, you’ve been touching a rodent <em>and</em> you’re all sweaty…” </strong>she whined, making a face as she watched his hand plunge into the water -- though unlike when Dragon came closer, when her brother did, Dior did not move. His arm disappeared into the pink foam on the water’s surface and she could feel her breath catch in her chest.<br/><br/>She was 16 all over again.<br/><br/>The slow trace of his purposeful finger sent a ripple of goosebumps up her thigh, and she lay back against the warm porcelain, smug as a housecat as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to give into the tingling sensation that swept over her. Dior had always been very sensitive, submissive even when there was no one else watching.<br/><br/><em>“I found dragon out and about. Has your pussy been running rampant throughout the house again?”</em><br/><br/>Dior’s darker brows lowered, glaring.<br/><br/><strong>“Angelique is probably curled up on a chair somewhere, bothering nobody and being <em>adorable</em>. Seriously, where the bloody hell is your rat?”</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>MUAH</em></strong><br/><br/>He cut her off with a kiss and she sighed into his mouth, half from wanting, half in frustration.<br/><br/>Her twin knew all her buttons too well and without thinking, her tongue flicked out over her lips at the same time as his did, both of them tasting forbidden fruit. Her tongue moved quickly, as if annoyed.<br/><br/><strong>“I mean it, Derek, do <em>not</em> let it touch me…!”</strong><br/><br/>Her tone was genuinely panicked, as if she was accustomed to her twin's knack for mischief and did not feel like indulging that side of him right then. She knew that Dragon couldn’t<em>really</em>scale the slippery walls of the tub, but she wouldn’t put it past Derek to scoop him up and threaten to let him swim in the bath, just to get a rise out of her.<br/><br/><strong><em>MUAH</em></strong><br/><br/>Dior was getting annoyed. Why the fuck was he playing with her when they had precious little time as it was?! Oooh, he could infuriate her to no end, but while his hand remained on her thigh, dancing ever higher and yet denying her tender petals of his touch, she remained a woman torn.<br/><br/><strong><em>MUAH</em></strong><br/><br/>She was glaring now, upset at him for being so cavalier. Didn’t he want her as badly as she wanted him? Regardless, when she looked up into his beautifully grinning face, her scowl softened.<br/><br/><strong>“If you’re trying to piss me off, it’s working. Now take your fucking trousers off and get in this tub or I will hex your bollocks.”</strong><br/><br/><br/>