<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> Savor the moment<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> CHVRCHES - The Mother We Share (https://youtu.be/_mTRvJ9fugM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, CLOSED</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>In truth the last thing that Derek wanted to do was talk about their parents, the family linage, and the expectations of what was to be done about them once they were older. In truth, the whole thought of it all was such a bore. Especially as his completely naked, incredibly sexy, and utterly horny minx of a sister was pressing up against his hard cock. The warm water felt glorious around his arousal, but it was nothing in compared to what he anticipated it to feel like if he was inside of his sister's velvet-like insides.<br/><br/>"Later is better," he agreed and went back to licking that small line down her neck. Nibbling even down to her protruding collarbone.<br/><br/>Dior was such a tiny thing and he loved it. Then he proceeded to do one of the lovely things that he enjoyed with her. His hand went to her hips and cupped around the back. Fingers gliding to the small of her back leading down to her soft ass cheeks. That's when he cupped them. Finding the swell of her  rear and where it met her equally glorious other ass cheek. He gave it a firm squeeze, kneaded the soft flesh, and almost growled against her skin as his pearly whites nibbled at her.<br/><br/>"Just let me enjoy this," he said back in his brotherly spoiled way. His voice muffled by Dior's skin. In truth, he would have normally taken her there. One slip in to feel her tightness and warmth, and then another to fully dive into the wanting pleasure of her cunt. However, in the back of his mind he knew that this may be one of the last times he would have his sister in a long time. There was a chance that it would be the last time ever. Derek on the inside was a romantic, even if he could have been something of a selfish lover with his sister. He liked the taste of her skin against his tongue. He liked the way she squirmed wanting him to take her. He wanted to save this moment as if Dior was his last meal.<br/><br/>Eventually his hands stopped kneading her ass and instead he planted his large palms beneath her. Lifting her small frame up by grabbing both of her hips and positioning himself further backward. With one hand on his hip he pressed the swollen tip of his cock against her clit. It felt wet, different from the wetness of the water. Incredibly slick as the tip of his crown guided from the hood of her clit down the slippery slickness of her lips. Spreading apart the petals of her sex as he gasped against her chest. His hips drove in further, and the tip of his cock met the soft entrance of her insides.<br/><br/>"You're such a needy brat," Derek teased at her with a smile, before he thrust his hips forward and entered her tightness. He looked at Dior right in the eye as he did. Wanting to see her expression, as she saw his. It looked as if Derek took a breath. The helm of his cock spread her entrance wide as he felt the velvet walls of her insides cling to him. The water splashed against the sides of the tub as he pulled back. Her entrance clinging on to the edges of his spongy tip from her tightness, before he thrust back into her. His eyes wincing as he pushed most of his large, thick length inside of her.<br/><br/>"Oh fuck," he gasped out gripping on the edges of the tub. His other hand still snug as it gripped to her hip. Pulling her into him further as his kisses now hurried went to her lips. Pressing against them against hers hard as he pulled back again and gathered a decent rhythm to thrust inside of her. More of his veiny prick slipping into her until his balls felt the comfort of the curves of her ass. Dior fit him so well, like a glove, and no other person had felt so utterly perfect wrapped around him. The water was beginning to splash up against the edges of the tub.<br/><br/>"Fuck Dior, why do you feel so good," he panted when he pulled away from their kiss. Looking at her in the eye as he worked his way inside of her. Taking that moment to pull back far and then drive hard into her if she tried to respond back. He loved fucking with her in all the ways.