<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>Derek Darley | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/oynmeYB.png)</div><br/>It was impossible to tell when exactly “it” began.<br/><br/>As far as Dior was concerned, her and Derek’s<em>twintuition</em>began in utero.<br/><br/>In the twins' birth, as with everything else, Dior came first. She came into the world bloodied and shrieking, followed by her much more agreeable brother, and continued to wail at an ear-splitting volume in spite of the nursery’s best efforts to comfort her. She’d been cleaned, swaddled, fed, held, sang to<em>and</em>kissed, all to no avail.  It wasn’t until they placed Derek in her incubator that baby Dior settled.<br/><br/>Together, they stole the hearts of everyone who saw them by holding hands the entire time.<br/><br/>Derek and Dior continued to be inseparable in their youths, even when they were cross with one another (though it was usually one-sided and easily diffused with a kiss on the cheek). They followed each other around like puppies, holding hands and getting into mischief right up until adolescence, when hormones pushed mischief into experimentation. From there, the rest of “it” was nobody’s fucking business, but it didn’t stop her from reminiscing. At 16, Dior gave her twin everything she had to give, and had not denied herself the pleasure of his touch since.<br/><br/>Though, shallow as she was, Dior was not stupid.<br/><br/>She knew that “it” was coming to an end.<br/><br/>The thought felt like a knife between the ribs but she reminded herself regularly that after another two years at Hogwarts, their university level courses would be complete and the protective bubble would pop. In the real world, there would be careers, spouses, and children. In the real world, in order to protect her deepest, darkest secret, Dior would have to accept the reality that she and Derek could never be together, not the way she wanted.<br/><br/>Incest was so 1890.<br/><br/>If anyone found out that the rich bitch, Dior Darley, had been fucking her brother for the past six years, the damage to her status would be irreparable. From the top of the social elite, she would fall and become just another social pariah.<br/><br/>She would stop at<em>nothing</em>to keep that from happening.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>+++</strong></div><br/>She had been looking forward to August 5th -- the day her parents left for an anniversary trip --  for<em>days</em>, not that anyone would be able to tell. After kissing her parents goodbye at the airport, she’d spent a leisurely lunch with her wealthy granddad, ordering an expensive salad at an upscale bistro and then insisting that he needed exercise so that they could walk arm-in-arm (at the old man’s pace) up and down the shops for the better part of the afternoon. Dior always had been granddad's favorite and she intended to stay that way while his decaying brain was still coherent enough to be the arbiter of his own estate.<br/><br/>Besides, there was no need to rush. After six years of sneaking around, the anticipation was agony, but it was also part of the thrill.<br/><br/>Reclining in a bath that frothed with pink suds that floated towards the ceiling instead of dripping onto the floor, Dior looked small indeed. The cast-iron tub was huge and white, standing above the white marble floor on impressive clawfoot installations.<br/><br/>Settling into the warm water, she smiled smugly to herself as she ran suds up her arms and to her shoulder. Tonight would be perfect. She was hairless from the neck down and had been purposely denying herself so that her body would be needy. Despite the fact that they’d been having sex for years, it was still rare to have so much time to themselves, and Dior didn’t intend to waste it. She lowered up to her chin and then smirked as she heard the alarm for the front door sound, meaning someone had come through it.<br/><br/>It could only be Derek, no one else had the code.<br/><br/><em><strong>Come and find me, darling.</strong></em>