<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> Gym Shorts -- That's it! <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 - Feels like Summer (https://youtu.be/F1B9Fk_SgI0)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, CLOSED</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>There were times that Derek really felt like the luckiest man in the world. He truthfully never had to want for anything. Life had always been there, right behind him to catch his falls and anticipate his wants. Sure, he had his fair share of hardships, but there was no problem without a solution. No lack of opportunity. Derek thrived working with the cards he was dealt, and he was lucky. A Queen was always in his hand, watching over him.<br/><br/>Fate had given him a partner the second he was free from the womb. That was Dior. That beloved sister would be there waiting there for him. A shadow for him to close his newborn eyes and slumber peacefully in her shadow. Even when the two separated as newborns, Dior worked hard and tirelessly to make sure she worked against fate to get what she wanted. He was too young to understand then, but other situations in his life would be a constant reminder that Dior could bend the will of fate and plow the fields of her own future. Derek, on the other hand, had been benefiting from following suit in her shadow. Following the path that she laid out for him.<br/><br/>And oh, what a delicious path they laid. Making sure to explore all avenues and leave no stone left unturned. His sister was his new luck. Catching him when he fell behind, anticipating his wants, and allow him to explore the world. Eventually, he would get to explore Dior, too.<br/><br/>Memories of that night were better than porn. They were better than some girl sending him a pantie-shot up skirt nude given by the dropout party girls. Or even some of the dates and adventures he had at Hogwarts. Just remembering the smell of her shampoo on her hair the first time he slid inside of her wet, virginal insides. His own eager cock was hard as a rock, ready to thank his goddess for all that she paved for him. He would not deny that he had been rather obsessive during the younger years with Dior. She was so different, but yet so utterly the same person as he was. He never felt closer to any other woman. When he was first discovering himself and deciding what he wanted -- he knew that it was Dior. Not some floozy from Ravenclaw. No, he fantasied and wanted his sister. Eventually, she gave in too. And that feeling of closeness and anticipated lust got his cock hard even six years later.<br/><br/>Dior had her way of sticking with Derek. Especially in his mind.<br/><br/>However, rationality was starting to catch-up with Derek. He loved his sister more than anything. It wasn't until she truly started catching the eye of Curt or other men that Derek realized that she needed a proper man. Their grandfather was obviously going to be bestowing the family responsibilities on their father, and then obviously Dior when his time came. That meant that Dior would be responsible for handing the affairs of the estate, and upholding the family name. Derek admired how proud Dior was, and knew that they couldn't risk tarnishing the Darley last name. Derek loved his sister. He loved her beyond the way he was supposed to love his sister. He knew she loved him too.<br/><br/>"Fuck," Derek said coming to this realization again, walking home from playing football with a few muggle mates. He had been trying to blow off some steam. Knowing that he didn't need all that pent up aggression before spending the night in the house alone. These moments were rare occasions for Dior and Derek, but they usually could sneak away with a few a summer. These were nights where they were truly able to do whatever the fuck they wanted to each other. Not having to worry about waking up their mum and dad. Or where they got to explore each other's bodies. Usually Derek would be looking forward to this type of thing.<br/><br/>Oh, who was he kidding. He was still looking forward to it.<br/><br/>But that thought hung on the back of his mind. Eating at his brain like Dragon eating on a piece of cheese. He needed to let Dior go. It hurt even thinking about it. He needed to let his sister be free. Not forever, but just long enough for her to get her feet wet and find a proper partner that could take on the Darley name. He needed to do the same. Their Granddad was always asking Derek when he had intended on bringing a fine girl home to one of their summer parties. Derek shrugged his shoulders laughing. Laughing even more awkwardly the summer that he had taken a male lover. Their family was steeped in old English tradition. Derek and Dior just happened to find the extremely old tradition that no one celebrated anymore.<br/><br/>"Maybe one day it will be OK again," Derek tried to reason with himself, but he knew that this upcoming year would change everything. Kicking a stone on the pavement toward their Liverpool Manor, he cursed under his breath again. Why did he have to pave the way this time? And in a route that neither of them truly wanted to pave, but both knew it was time.<br/><br/>Derek arrived back at the manor dressed in black gym shorts. His white tank tight on his lean muscled body. Without Curt to hangout with, all he was doing was working out this summer. It worked out in his favor. A gym bag with a football inside hung over his shoulders, and he clumsily threw it on the kitchen table after typing in the code to get in. While he was working on pulling his trainers off, he heard the sweet, sing-songy voice of his sister.<br/><br/>A rush of blood left his flustered cheeks and moved further south. He knew that that tone was reserved for.<br/><br/>Just at that moment Dragon came running down the hallways and toward Derek. A large rat, but a clean one. Somehow escaping his cage like he usually did. "Dragon! Dragon, what are you doing out here?" Derek said with a smile. Picking up the brown rat and placing him on his shoulder. It was saver up here than with Angelique running around the place.<br/><br/>Derek had an uncanny ability of always knowing where his sister was. It was like a twin super power. He knew what he wanted right now, more than anything, was his sister and somewhere to clean his body. This meant that she was probably feeling the same. Derek could never imagine Dior picking his bathroom over her beautiful, elaborate bathroom. So naturally his bare feet started running up the stairs in the clumsy, clunky way that they did. Until he went to the frame of the door. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the hallway. He thought about removing his pants, but decided against it. The door of Dior's bathroom flung open with such gusto, and Derek leaned up against the doorway of the bathroom. Dragon on one shoulder looking in Dior's direction.<br/><br/>"You rang, madam?" he said with a cheesy smile. Arms crossing over his bare chest as he leaned up against the post with that cheesy smile. Eventually he slipped Dragon off of his shoulder and started to close the distance between Dior in the bath. His mouth watered. It just reminded him that he wanted to drink her in. Derek dropped to his knees by the bath and leaned over the edge of it. His fingers slipping to the water, and lingering lower to see the reflection of her breasts hidden in the water. The absent hair on her cunny. It made Derek grin, feeling a well of lust in his gut from Dior wanting him badly.<br/><br/>He dipped his fingers in the warm water. His hand touching her slender thigh from the outside. A finger tracing to the inside as it slowly ran up further. Feeling the sensation of her fleshy thigh getting softer as it led it's way to her warm womanhood. However, his hand lingered at her thighs for just a moment. Before he paused and refused to go any further. Refusing to slip those fingers between her thighs, and take her right there. "I found dragon out and about. Has your<em>pussy</em>been running rampant throughout the house again?" Derek said.<br/><br/>He waited for her to speak, before pressing his lips up against hers for a few seconds. A large smack coming from his mouth, indicating a playful kiss. He licked her kiss off of his own lips, her lips were so soft. He waited for her to speak again, before kissing her a second time. It wasn't until he did this three times that he stopped and grinned. Hoping that he had agitated her just slightly.