<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>“Don’t ignore meeeeeee,”</strong>Dior whined, girlishly elongating her last vowel until her pink lips cinched into a pout that stopped her protest entirely. Her bottom lip stuck out and her dark brows lowered over her hazel eyes, pulse quickening as he dipped his arm into the water and fixed her with that<em>look</em>. Dior knew what that look meant. That look had started everything between them and to this day, it still struck her to the bone.<br/><br/>His hand skimmed a line of hot fire up her slim leg, pushing her thighs apart with a swift urgency that she could not deny. Her skin was smooth under his touch, knees falling open so that she bloomed. A breath stuttered out of her lips as his fingers strummed through her weeping petals, and she licked her lips while maintaining intimate eye contact.<br/><br/><strong>“You’re supposed to be getting starkers,”</strong>she reminded with a tilt of her head, her blonde hair still dry thanks to the high bun she’d pulled her hair into.<br/><br/>She exhaled sharply as she felt her twin’s fingers hover at her tight entrance and then sink into her sweltering heat.<br/><br/><strong>“Mmm, yes,”</strong>she moaned softly in approval, her eyelids momentarily fluttering as she melted against the tub. Her face was pink from the warm water, but her pupils had dilated until they were like a pair of black holes ready to swallow her brother whole. She knew what she wanted, knew who she loved.<br/><br/><em>“Seems like you've been thinking about this moment for a while now.” </em>Dior shuddered at his words, enjoying his verbal torture as much as it drove her mad. His fingers twisted inside of her and she let out a high-pitched squeal that had her toes clenching. Her pussy was twitching around him and she wanted more.<em>“If only the boys at Hogwarts knew what wanting little minx you can be.”</em><br/><br/>As he stood and brought his fingers to his mouth to taste her, Dior smirked.<strong>“They all want a taste,”</strong>she teased back, her voice hoarse with lust.<strong>“Who knows, maybe this’ll be the year they get one.”</strong>Though there was a playful edge to her teasing, Dior knew she was speaking the truth.<br/><br/>But that was a worry for next weekend.<br/><br/>All thoughts of insignificant tossers at Hogwarts fell to the wayside as Derek palmed a handful of his cock through his shorts. Mimicking her twin unintentionally, Dior’s white teeth flashed as she bit her bottom lip at the same time Derek did as his shorts fell away. It bobbed out of his hem and then stood proudly despite its weight, tip shining with eagerness.<br/><br/>Dior licked her lips. She had always loved his body. He was trim and strong, and she could already imagine his muscles rippling as he held himself over and drove into her body over and over…<br/><br/><strong>“You’re getting quite fit,”</strong>she praised, smirking as she drew her knees towards her chest to make room for Derek to get into the tub with her. When he was settled, she playfully sent a small splash of water in his direction so that it would hit his chest and leave some pink bubbles.<br/><br/>When he loomed over her and brought his hands to her pert breasts, rolling her nipples while pressing his cock against her stomach, Dior quivered. His teeth against her neck had always been her weak spot, the quickest way to melt her into a pile of submissiveness, but when he said that he needed to talk about something, Dior pulled away from his kisses.<br/><br/><strong>“What <em>about</em> mum and dad?”</strong>she asked, pushing against his chest even as he complimented her and dove back into kissing her neck. There were about a hundred reasons to bring them up and none of them were good. However, his lips grazed over her pulse and she could feel her resolve falling away – they could always talk<em>after…</em><strong>“Never mind, tell me later.”</strong><br/><br/>Submissive though she tended to be in bed, Dior Darley was tired of talking and to demonstrate such, she let her hand glide through the warm water to grip his turgid length and begin stroking it up and down while lifting her chin towards his face to beg for a kiss.<br/><br/><strong>“Please, Derek, I want to feel you,”</strong>she whispered in the charged air between them as she pumped his cock against the taut smoothness of her belly.