Incarcerated Remembrance

Chapter Three
Dominance & Desire

Bellatrix sat in the corner of her dark cell, staring at the mark on her forearm that continued to grow steadily darker. She stroked it gently with her dirty fingers, looking and treating it like a long lost lover. A smile had curled onto her face as she thought about finally being free from her prison that had held her for so many years. He would come for her, she had no doubt in her mind about that.

“Bella?” Came a whisper in the dark from outside of her cell. A woman’s whisper, a woman’s voice she had not heard for months, or maybe even years.

The breath caught in Bellatrix’s throat as she tore her eyes away from her precious mark, and looked into the darkness to try to see if she could see her.

“Cissy?” Bellatrix’s voice cracked, and she scrambled over to her cell bars to fall upon the beautiful face of her younger sister.

“Bella...” Narcissa repeated, seeing her sister’s disheveled appearance. It seemed to grow progressively worse after each passing time she saw her.

Bellatrix wrapped her hand around one of the bars, and hoisted herself up to stand. Narcissa put her hand over her sisters and said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t have come sooner, but...”

“Lucius,” Bellatrix finished, “I know.”

Narcissa looked down on the face of her older sibling, and tentatively reached her free hand up to caress her cheek lovingly. Bellatrix closed her eyes at the feel of her touch, forgetting what it had felt like.

“I came because...”

“Of the Mark, Lucius’ is growing darker too, and he’s worried because he swore he had no allegiance to the Dark Lord after he fell,” Bellatrix finished for her sister again. “I know that too.”

“Yes,” Narcissa replied, loving how she never had to say much around her sister because she already knew.

There was silence between the two of them, before Narcissa carressed her sister’s cheek again, running her thumb over her Bellatrix’s lower lip, “I’ve missed you, Bella...”

Bellatrix put her hand over her sister’s and replied, “I know, I miss you too, and I miss how things used to be with us, more than anything...”

* * * *

“Oh Bella, you look beautiful!” Narcissa exclaimed excitedly as she looked at her older sister before her. Bellatrix was trying on her wedding gown, the one that had been passed down from each generation of Blacks for more than four generations.

Bellatrix stared at herself in the full length mirror and replied unsure, “You think?”

“Oh yes! You’re going to be the most beautiful bride in the world!”

Bellatrix laughed as she smoothed out the dress, “I doubt that, but thanks, Cissy.”

Bellatrix tore her eyes away from the mirror and looked over at her sister. Though almost fourteen she was already built like a woman. She had matured so much faster than the rest of the Black sisters, and was the most beautiful young woman Bellatrix thought she had ever seen in her life. She was proud to call Narcissa her sister.

“I don’t know how I’d be able to get through this without you, Narcissa,” Bellatrix said, honestly.

Concern crossed over Narcissa’s face and she asked, “You’re still not happy about this marriage then? I thought you would have grown to accept it by now.”

“I have accepted it, I’m just still not happy about it.”

“Bella... I know what priority your loyalties lie. To Him, to His mission, to your family, and then to Rodolphus, but you need to hold your future husband to a higher importance than that.”

“You’re wrong,” Bellatrix answered.

“How am I wrong?”

Bellatrix looked up at her sister, locking eyes with her, “My priorities are as follows: To Him, to you, to His mission, to my family, and then to Rodolphus.”

Narcissa knitted her eyebrows, confused. “But I am part of your family, Bellatrix.”

“You’re more than part of my family, Cissy. You’re my best friend. You’re my whole world, outside of my Lord.”

Narcissa’s cheeks reddened slightly, and she looked away as a smile crept on her face, “You’re my best friend too, Bella.”

Bellatrix smiled and nodded her head, “Come here, help me out of this dress before I ruin it and Mother blows a fuse.”

Narcissa giggled and walked over behind Bellatrix, who watched her through the mirror. Narcissa unzipped the back of the dress, and Bellatrix shrugged herself out of it, letting it fall to the floor like nothing more than tattered cloth, leaving her standing there in nothing but her white lingerie.

Narcissa looked up and into the mirror, to let her gaze fall over her sister’s half naked figure. Narcissa’s breath caught in her throat, and stood frozen where she was, her eyes locked onto Bellatrix’s body, and not understanding why.

Bellatrix’s heart started to beat a little faster as she saw the way her sister was looking at her. She slowly reached up behind her and unclasped her brasier, letting it fall to the ground below the both of them, exposing her bare breasts that had almost reached maturity. Narcissa’s eyes locked onto Bellatrix’s breasts in the mirror, and the silence seemed to last forever.

“But we can be more than best friends, you know,” Bellatrix whispered finally.

Narcissa’s eyes went wide and her gaze went up to lock eyes with her sister’s in the mirror. Her throat had gone dry, and she couldn’t speak, but Bellatrix didn’t care. She reached behind her and took her sister’s hand, placing it on her flat stomach, and started to slide it slowly upwards.

“Bella...” Narcissa gasped out, not sure what was going on, though somewhere deep down she knew she already knew. And somewhere deep down, she knew she would never be able to fight it.

“You’re the closest person to my heart, Cissy. I love you more than anything in the whole world, and I know you feel the same. You know this feels right...” Bellatrix slid Narcissa’s hand up further to her breast, and Narcissa cupped it instinctively, making Bellatrix groan softly.

“Bella...” Narcissa whispered, though now noticed she has automatically stepped into her sister so that she was pressed right up against her, “Bella, it’s a sin...”

“How can it be a sin, when it feels so right?” Bellatrix whispered back, her voice noticeably heavy with desire.

“I...” Narcissa tried to find an argument, anything that could prove to Bellatrix that this was wrong, but couldn’t find one that sounded truthful.

Bellatrix turned to face her sister, her half nude body pressed against her, making their lips just a breath apart. “Tell me you feel it,” Bellatrix whispered against Narcissa’s lips.

“I feel it...” Narcissa said breathlessly, and cautiously drew closer to her sister, until their lips were lightly touching.

“Do you want this?” Bellatrix asked quietly.

“Yes...” Narcissa breathed, “Even though I know I shouldn’t...”

Bellatrix pressed her lips lightly against Narcissa’s, and Narcissa opened her mouth in instinct, letting her sister slide her tongue in. They both groaned at the contact, and suddenly any thoughts of being slow and tentative flew out the window. Narcissa wrapped her arms around her sister’s neck, kissing her back passionately and with pure need.

Bellatrix’s hands grasped at Narcissa’s clothes, determined to get them off of her. The broke apart for just a minute just to get Narcissa’s dress off of her, and then kissed each other again as Bellatrix got Narcissa out of her bra, and Narcissa tugged on them hem of Bellatrix’s panties, both of them needing to see each other naked immediately.

When both of them had been completely disrobed, they broke apart, both of them breathing heavily. Bellatrix was noticeably wet, with her desire dripping down her thighs. She stood there in front of her sister, feeling no shame for her lust for her. Narcissa stood nude in front of her as well, wondering why she wasn’t feeling any embarrassment for her sister seeing her this way, for her sister seeing her with her nipples rock hard at the thought of being able to touch her.

They were both so young, and neither had ever had any kind of sexual experience. It was forbidden to have any before being wed, but seeing as they were about to just commit the more serious sin of incest, neither could have cared about the former.

Bellatrix slid her hand down her body, and over her soaked clit to get her fingers wet, having no idea where these urges or ideas were coming from. She brought her fingers up to Narcissa’s lips, and without any hesitation, Narcissa put her mouth around them, and tasted her sister as she licked them clean.

“Mmmm...” Narcissa groaned as she closed her eyes to savor the taste. When Bellatrix removed her finger she gasped out, “My God, Bella...”

“I wanted you to be the first to taste me,” Bellatrix said, with a hint of a smirk on her face.

Narcissa reached her hand down, and was about to do the same when Bellatrix stopped her with her hand, “No, I want to taste you my way.”

Narcissa looked at her confused, but Bellatrix pushed her down on her bed behind them, and crawled on top of them. “Spread your legs as wide as you can,” she ordered her sister.

Narcissa complied, being more turned on by Bellatrix’s dominant nature. She spread one of them as far as she could off to the side, and then brought up her other leg by her head, holding it in place by her hand.

Bellatrix’s gaze swept across her sister’s body, then finally rested on her most private area, which had been opened up in it’s widest possible way, exposing her tiny wet pink center. Bellatrix licked her lips automatically, and ordered, “Be as quiet as you can, we don’t want anyone to hear us.”

Narcissa nodded, growing more wet from the anticipation after each passing second. Bellatrix positioned herself on her stomach, so her head was right next to Narcissa’s clit. Narcissa could feel her sister’s breath on her and she whispered heavily, “Please Bella... please...”

Bellatrix wrapped her mouth around her sister’s clit, and sucked on it lightly, tasting her for the first time. Narcissa moaned softly, and tried to spread her legs even wider, though it seemed to not be possible. Bellatrix grabbed a hold of Narcissa’s thighs to keep her steady, and flicked her tongue in fast little motions against her clit, making Narcissa moan a little louder and squirm underneath her.

Bellatrix moaned into Narcissa, vibrating her clit even more, and Narcissa lifted her hips off the bed to grind into her sister’s mouth more. Narcissa’s hands had flown to the bed posts, and she grabbed a hold of them to try to control herself. If she ended up losing herself and screaming, someone would be up there in no time to catch them, disown them, and possibly kill them.

Bellatrix slipped her tongue into Narcissa, and Narcissa had to grab a pillow to put over her mouth so she could scream out her sister’s name, that ended up coming out muffled. Bellatrix continued to lick every part of Narcissa that she could get to, and even sliding it further down and into her sister’s anus, as she was caught up in the moment. That was Narcissa’s breaking point, and she screamed into the pillow, releasing a gush of fluids that soaked Bellatrix’s chin.

Narcissa took the pillow off of her face, revealing her face to be sweaty and with a look of pure ecstacy plastered on it as she breathed heavily, trying to regain some sense of self control.

Bellatrix crawled to her sister’s side, and Narcissa looked over at her. Without saying anything, she took Bellatrix’s face in her hands, and carressed it softly before kissing her softly on the lips. “I love you, Bella.”

Bellatrix smiled, “I love you too, Cissy.”

“BELLATRIX!” Came a shriek from downstairs, making both girls jump up automatically and scrambled to get their clothes back on. “Bellatrix! Rodolphus is here to see you, so you better be out of that gown and down here in less than one minute!”

Bellatrix hurried to get the rest of her clothes back on, and scrambled out the door as she was putting back on her last shoe. Standing to full height and trying to regain her composure, she walked down the grand staircase, to be greeted by Rodolphus, who was looking at her funny.

“What?” She asked, still sort of breathless.

“What is that on your face?” He asked her, going to reach for her chin, but she drew back and wiped the rest of Narcissa off of her face with the back of her sleeve.

“Nothing,” she replied quickly, but then noticed his eyes weren’t on her anymore, but rather behind her.

Bellatrix turned to see Narcissa descend the staircase, looking slightly disheveled as well with pink patches on her cheeks.

Rodolphus gave a light laugh as he looked back at his future wife, “Oh... I own you now...”

TBC....