“You know… it is nice. Being in the same house this time.”

“Nice aside from your snoring, Emmy.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m not that bad.”, the slightly shorter mirror image of you laying in a bed across the room from you called out.

“Not the one who needs to listen to it. But… it is nice. Not having to keep track of you; knowing you are here. And… want to come lay down? We haven’t done those kinds of things in a while, little sis.”

“Two fricking hours. But… we haven’t. Hard to do stuff in the showers… hard because we have been so busy. Yeah. Give me a second… but why is always in your bed?”

“Big sister privileges. Emmy. Come on, get your big butt over here.”

“Well proportioned!”, Emmy said with a huff… huff from a Hufflepuff.

Heh.

A minute or two latter, after Emmy had put away her novel? She was walking over. Oversized muggle tee-shirt with a logo from a carwash daddy liked on and you assumed at least some form of underwear as well.

You were dressed in something similar. Old tee that had started getting a bit tight in the last year. Simple white panties you liked well. Long time before that time of the month again so they were safe.

And… your little twin slid into the off side of your bed. Pulled up the covers some while curling in close to you, put a hand under your shirt against your abdomen.

“Hey sis… it’s been weird. And now we need to find Salazar’s wand and crap? Figure out the stuff with the lights, keep away dick head… deal with prophecies. But I’m here.”

“You are Emmy. Always. I know. I’m here too. Love you?“

“Yeah. Probably the only reason we are still alive, according to Cross. You have a real predilection for younger girls… I still love you too. Dad likes me more though.”

“Lies! He loves us the same but me more. Might as well say mom cares about you more just because she spoils you.”

“Hey! Just because she likes that we are both are good at Transfiguration and flying, Quidditch… you know she loves us both.”, and the small blonde mirror of you came up a bit and planted a quick kiss on your lips. Hugged you. Pulled you in closer on your small bed.

“I know, little dork.”, and you returned the kiss, put a hand on Emmy’s lower back, under the huge shirt. “We…we got really lucky, Emmy. Parents like ours. Being pretty, strong, the money…”

“And never meeting our grand-parents. Our… interests. Our fates; linked apparently. Came with a price. And…you know what we are about to do is wrong; I do too. We can make up every excuse in the book, but having sex with your sister is wrong. Messed up. Bad… we aren’t little girls experimenting anymore.”

“And? No one gets to tell me how I get to show my little sister love. Not even me; I do know what we do is… different. Would be frowned on. But? You still want to go ahead, right? Emmy?”, you asked, then scratched the back of her head some. Laced your fingers through her thick blonde tresses.

“You can feel it. You know I do. I…I want my sister.”

“And? You will always have her. Always.”

“When we get married to some nice, rich, handsome boy or girl?”

“They are going to need to be understanding too, Emmy. And… I want us to find people like that but…”

“It is weird to think about, isn’t it, Jenn? We…we’ve aways been together, since we were born. And… when we find them? Those special people? We won’t be any more.”

“We will always have each other, Emmy. Stuck with each other till the day we die. Literally if what the professor said is true.”, you said while pulling your hand up so it was against one of your sister’s cow tits. Began to massage them and caress her hard nipples some.

“Ah…ah. Feels good. Y-yeah. Stuck with each other. If…if if happens after we get our own houses? Well, I will see if he can send a Patronus. Before the sex. Don’t want you randomly waking up because I had a great orgasm and you felt some of it.”

“How polite, Em. I do appreciate it. And? I will still be your sister. You know that? Still always be there if you end up with some great guy or girl? If we need to keep out mental walls up to keep from invading one another’s privacy from then on?”, you said as you massaged her chest, ran your nails across her sternum. Became a bit rougher with how you went after her breasts and cute little pink nipples since you know you liked it rough, knew your twin enjoyed it too.

“Y-yeah, Jenn. A-, god, harder, pinch them some… always. Go… put them in my underwear… always.”

“Alright Emmy. Needy girl.”, and you shifted the mirror image of yourself around, onto her side. Opened her legs up some, slide your hand into her panties and began rubbing up and down her moist slit. “There you go. There you go, Emmy. Does it feel good?”

“Ah-ah… feels good. So good, so much better than when I take care of it myself. Soooo good.”

“Then? If you want more? Say what I am. Say it nice and clearly.”

“It was… it’s two hours.”, but you had already stopped rubbing. Your sister’s complaint came out as a whimper, not a bold declaration.

“I guess you don’t want to come tonight. Say it, Em. And ask nicely.”, and your middle two fingers pause just before sliding inside, held her lips open just a bit… so soft. Warm. Wet. Your little sister’s bald pussy right there… all you needed were a few words and you would make her feel good. Get to feed off her pleasure too. “Say the words, Emmy. I know how badly you want it.”

“P-please? Make me come, Jenn? Put your fingers in me. Keep going? More. Y-you’re a good big sister, right? My big sister… please?”

“That’s right. Good girl.”, and you began forcing your middle two fingers inside your cute little sister. “Good, good girl, Em.”

“Ah…ahhh…argh! More, more please…just fr-just fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Jeeenn! I want my big sister to f…fuck me!”

‘Oh… using big girl words now? That is a good, good girl; your begging is cute so I think I might let you come.”

“Please… let me come, sis. Pleasee.”

“Yeah… My little sister. That is what you are, right?”, then took you finger out enough to rub her clit with you palm some.

“I…I am! Ah, ah, oh god, coming… Augh, ah, ah, ha, haugh… so good. You felt it too. So good Jenny, Jennifer. My-my big sister. Too good. Keep putting them in! Please.”

So, you just kept taking care of her. Had her switch over to helping you after a couple more orgasms. Appreciated her, Emmy, your cute little twin. That you got to have another night with her, another day considering how bad you thought things might get. Had her fall asleep holding you under the covers and remembered all the times you had a bad day and she would come from her room with her favorite pillow to sleep next to you and you would instantly feel better; House of the Loyal, Kind, and Dutiful really did fit her even if you knew she could be underhanded... Because for as big of a brat, a slut-bucket, a suck-up to daddy as she could be? Emmy was the closest person in the world to you and you loved it, even if being so close meant she was swallowed in the wake of your prophecy; was going to be in harm’s way.

You weren’t a Hufflepuff, couldn’t just hard work it away. You were close to being in the House of your ancestor, had had the kind of soul needed to use a green bolt of killing power. Only felt bad because it affected Emmy, but you were only so cunning. You were smart, but nothing like Macy. Nothing Rowena would have wanted.

You were, however, a former Gryffindor.

You would be brave and strong, even if thinking about what Mini-Me and your augury said terrified you. Brave and strong enough to protect the other half of you.

Even if she did snore and hogged the blankets.

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