The Secret Life of Pansy Parkinson

\"Wow, Pansy,\" a voice from nearby whispered.

Pansy looked up from between Blaise and Severus.

\"How about giving us a go?\" it was Bellatrix who had spoken and next to her stood Narcissa.

Slowly Pansy got up. They were sisters. And they wanted to fuck her together? Well, why not. She had slept with basically everyone else, why not two sisters?

\"You know us, Pansy. Cissy and Bella. We are the Black sisters. In more than one sense. When we were younger, late at night, when Nymphadora and our parents were in bed, I would sneak to Cissy\'s room,\" Bella rasped.

\"She would crawl into my bed, where I would be waiting. I wore my Nightie. Underneath nothing. Bella was always naked when she reached the bed. My bed was childish, full of plush toys and of pillows and fluff. It was in this bed that I learned from my beloved sister what passion and love were,\" Cissy added.

\"It was so forbidden. I always loved the forbidden. What was so wrong, seemed to us to be the only right thing. We were girls, out family was dark. So dark. Our baby sister, Nymphadora was beaten. We never were. I do not know how our parents knew, even then, that we would be the one\'s to join him.\"

Bella and Cissy were talking in turns, and Pansy was getting wetter and wetter listening to them.

\"In the time\'s of darkness and confusion, both of us knowing that we would be married to men we had never seen before, men we knew not, the only truth for us was eachother.\"

\"There, late at night in Cissy\'s bed, we were the true sisters Black. Every time, Cissy was wet already when I got there. Usually she was touching herself lightly, but when I reached the bed, she stopped. I snuggled under the covers. She began stroking my clit.\"

As Bella said this, Cissy did begin to stroke Bella\'s clit.

\"As I stroked her, she would moan lightly. That always turned me on. When she was as wet as I was, she began to return the favor. Never before. We lay there, stroking eachother\'s clits, until we were both almost there.\"

Now they paused their story, as the two sisters stroked eachother\'s clits, lovingly yet passionately.

Sitting in front of them, Pansy began to touch herself.

Cissy continued.

\"Now, at the same time we both moved our fingers from eachother. Every night that was how we started. Some nights we now proceeded to lick eachother. Sometimes we played with the nipples. Sometimes we even rubbed our clits together. Or finger fucked eachother.\"

After each sentence, they showed Pansy just how they had done each thing. Pansy was not playing with herself vigorously, as Bella took up the story.

\"Usually, though, I would get out Cissy\'s toys. I was never one for toys. But Cissy always was. And when I was in that room, I wanted to be like Cissy. I wanted to be Cissy. I wanted to be fore Cissy. And so I got them all out every night. They were in the drawer of her bedside table. The right one. The top drawer. She never moved them.\"

\"First Bella took out our favorite. It was a two sided dildo. A light pink. Bella always slid it into herself first. Then she came to me, the dildo hanging out of her opening. She pushed the other end into me. We rode eachother on the dildo until we came. Together. Always together.\"

Bella had really produced the dildo, and they did fuck with it. And they did come at the same time. Bella was loud. Cissy was quieter.

As their orgasms finished, the two lay locked in an embrace, kissing eachother down the necks and faces, the dildo still in their holes.

\"Now, Pansy,\" Bella said as their story ended, \"would you care to join us?\"

Pansy couldn\'t have cared to more.