The Time Emily Got Banned from the Internet

Saturday. A week until you would head over to America for a “Great Adventure” as the slightly shorter mirror of yourself sitting at the old computer in your room had put it. A week until you were back in the magical world and couldn’t do things like eat Ben and Jerry’s while laying back in bed, watching idiots on TV or watch funny cat videos and call people silly online like Emily was doing.

Setting aside the emptied carton of “Cherry Garcia” flavored slop, you sit up some in your tight white tee with a funny spider on it and pink and white striped panties.

“Emmy… you almost done? Come to bed. Want to make the most of the time we have left.”

“Nearly Jenn; can’t wait now that Macy is gone… love her but she was kind of getting in the way of some of our, ah, “rituals” even if including her was fun. Someone is, however, wrong on here so I need to… wait. What the frick! I’m banned?! I didn’t even say anything mean or call some one the F, T, or N words! God dang fricking cupcakes!”, your sister shouted in outrage before downing the couple of ounces left in her wine glass. “Look at this! They don’t even say what I posted was bad! This is Pegasus crap!”

“Oh… I’m sorry Emmy. Crap, you sure you weren’t being racist again?”

“No! I didn’t even use the term spear-chucker or call a paki a sand-N word! I was being nice! Mods and jannies are all fricking pederasts! Fricking tiny penis cucks!”

“Hey. Hey, its alright. You can get back to this internet crap you like soon, right? Come here, Emmy.”, you say in a soft and soothing voice while getting out of bed and turning the computer chair around so you can wrap the slightly smaller blonde in your arms, stroke her toned back some. “This… it does give us a little more time for some, ah, “sisterly bonding” though, since your cute butt won’t be planted in that chair, Emmy; look on the bright side! Besides I am sure what ever street shitting jeet or sexually frustrated bitch boy caused this has to be truly miserable to complain about words on a screen or literally do this for free. Probably an ugly, unwashed neck beard that smells like blue cheese and who will be dead from heart failure by 40 if not his own hand.”

“Yeah… I guess, sis. I mean who would take something cool like the web and intentionally make it less fun? Voldemort… I bet he would have loved being a mod, if he wasn’t a hypocritical, self-hating halfie who couldn’t use a computer of course.”, your “little sister” says while pulling herself into your arms and up, head against your modest chest and in her own small tee and yellow white striped undies. “Can we finish the wine… “sleep” with each other, Jenn? That might make me less angry.”

“Sure, dork. Let me empty out the bottle, not much left. We can change the channel, catch one of the shows you like, before “sleeping” together… you know it’s not normal for sisters to do this, right? Wrong. Bad. But, you still like it Em?”

“I-I do. And its not bad! No worse than what you… and me did to Macy the other night, what we did that made her realize she loves butt stuff and ruined her for her future girlfriend or boyfriend. Not like we are going to make some magic loveless super snake wizard from being together or something. Besides, basically all pure bloods are related, like cousins or something! About four centuries for mommy and dad, and they both have blonde hair, light eyes… they are probably like third cousins at least! And don’t even get me started on the members of the Sacred 28! What… what I do with my sister, what I stick in Macy is my own business. It’s fine. I-I do love you Jenn, even if we fight some; I love you… love you a lot.”

“I love you too, sis. A lot, love some places of yours just a ton. So much; you probably saved my life and David’s by distracting the troll till I woke up. Got hurt some… Took some of the cost for me when I used the Green Death…”, you say with the girl who is a near mirror image of you in your arms. Hug her tight. Then… put your lips on her own, lightly at first but them with more passion; put your tongue into your twin’s mouth, placed your left hand on the back of her head keeping her locked into the embrace, fingers threaded through her slightly curly blonde locks.

“Mmmph. Mmhph. M-Merlin. So good, so good Jenn… almost enough to make me forget that those mods are que-, ga-, faggots, Jenn. They are faggots. Fri-fucking faggots.”

“Sounds like it but, I suppose we aren’t much better? Me and you? The things we do are pretty gay. What we did to a 14-year-old girl with… brain issues... both holes at the same time… A girl who just attached to us because we were nice, treated her normal, helped her…”, you say after breaking the embrace, split the sweet white wine from the bottle on a book shelve into equal portions so both you and your blushing sis had a glass full. Blushing, heh.

Always weird that you still felt a touch of embarrassment after so long; Emmy and you… you had been doing things like this for almost half a decade. Shared your first kiss with her. Bathed and slept together since you were girls. Discovered how to play with yourselves with her one night just before your first year began. After understanding you were not only witches but had a… connection? You discovered how amazing it was to almost come from making your sister go all the way; how amazing it felt when she thought to herself that you were beautiful and some of that leaked into your mind. Holding one another at night, practicing kissing for when you found a boy you liked… practicing other thing after you and her ordered a few toys, learned to use a strap on.

“Yeah… Macy seemed to enjoy herself though; took it like the brave girl she is even if I didn’t think we could both fit in at the same time. Let me down this booze then…”, your sister says and brings her glass to her full pink lips.

“Then?”

“Then… let me sit in front of you… put your hand down there. Show me some “sisterly” love while I imagine how small the penises of the people who reported me are.”

“Alright Emmy. Have to be a good big sister… comfort you a bit, even if you are demanding. Once you get done telling me about the child lovers who banned you… are you hungry? Want to eat a bit of “pie”? Do you want to try some of your big sis’s… “pie”, Emily?”, you ask while knocking back your drink and caressing your mirror image’s chest lightly.

“I-I am a bit peckish. I could go for some pie; especially if it is my sister’s. A-also, two hours Jenn…”

“Two hours made me want to be a good big sister to you. To you and Macy, take care of you. Protect you. Let you vent… “take care of you”, Emmy.”

Finishing her glass and making her way to your bed with flushed cheeks, your sister speaks softly, almost mumbles.

“Thank you… a good big sister, even if what we do to each other and Macy now isn’t good, is bad…dirty and wrong. Love you Jennifer… even if we squabble, it just makes it better when you “take care” of me.”

“Heh. Nothing wrong with it. Better than ruining people’s fun for words on a screen. And you and Macy don’t seem to mind that it is wrong when you made her come so hard I thought she was having a seizure, my little Huffle-slut of a sister.”

“You know, I hate it when you call me that… Gryffin-whore…”

“You don’t seem to hate it when your head is between my legs and I say it. When my hand is down there, Emmy… fingers inside you. And you are my Huffle-slut. And I adore you for it. And Macy shares the same house as me too. Really going to call her that?”, you say before kissing Emily softly on the collar bone, beginning to help her get her panties down.

“Macy? Never. She is precious. But, umm when you are “taking care” of me tonight… can you whisper in my ear some?”

“What do you want to hear, sis?”

“That the mods are tiny dick boy lovers… f-faggots…incels, queers, poor-fags, that kind of thing. Please?”

“Ha! Yeah, sure; anything for my little sister.”

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Pub: 16 May 2025 03:44 UTC

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