Incarcerated Remembrance

A/N: Just so you all know, I have absolutely no idea where the hell I'm going with this. I did have a plan, but my random creative streak and apparent ability to not stop writing kind of shot that all to hell. Oh well.

Chapter Four
Watching & Wanking


“Kiss her,” came a voice from the cell across from Bellatrix’s, and a slightly wheezed laughter followed it. “I know you want to... you dirty little sluts... living in sin...”

Narcissa’s eyes went wide, and she went to move her hand away from Bellatrix’s, but Bellatrix tightened her grip on it. “He’s always known,” Bellatrix whispered.

Another wheezed laugh came from the dark, “Bet she never told you that she let me watch you whores go at it one day either, did she?”

Narcissa forced her hand out of Bellatrix’s grasp this time, and looked at her sister like she had been burned. “How could you?” she whispered, hurt.

“I had no choice,” Bellatrix whispered, and reached her dirty hand through the bars to reach her sister, but she was too far away. “I’m sorry, Cissy...”

But Narcissa just stared at her like she was nothing but a stranger, and shook her head in disbelief. Without saying another word, she turned and left, leaving Bellatrix by herself in the cold, dank cell. Bellatrix’s arm was still outstretched, and she slowly let it fall back to her side, before rage started to build up in the pit of her stomach at Rodolphus.

“Why did you do that?!” She screamed as she slammed her fists against the bars, wishing not that she had her wand, but that these bars would give way and she could rip him apart with her bare hands.

Rodolphus just laughed in the dark again and replied, “Because there is no more gain in owning you, Bellatrix. Not while we’re in here...”

“You fool,” Bellatrix spat, slamming against the bars again. “The mark grows darker still, he’s coming back for us! And when he lets us out, I promise you, I will make you pay.”

“He might be back, but he is never coming for us,” Rodolphus said.

“Your lack of loyalty disgusts me, you pig,” Bellatrix finished, before turning and finding her way back to the corner she had learned to call home. Crouching into the ball, she stared at the mark on her forearm again, hoping he would come soon, so she could fix everything Rodolphus just destroyed.

* * * *

“You’re little sister is getting married this weekend,” Rodolphus said as he took off his cloak, and threw it to Bellatrix so she could hand it up in the hall closet.

“So?” Bellatrix said, catching his cloak and hanging it up. She despised being the dutiful housewife, but it’s all she could be ever since Rodolphus figured out the real relationship she had with Narcissa. He was right, he did own her.

“So,” Rodolphus said, as he sat down on the couch and started to take off his shoes, “You going to diddle her when you go over there to fit her dress, just like you did the weekend before our wedding?”

There was a crash from the lamp that was next to Bellatrix hitting the floor, and before Rodolphus knew it she was standing over him, her wand pressed to his throat. “Shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” she growled.

Rodolphus laughed, “Temper, temper, Trixie. Remember who has the upper hand here.”

Bellatrix’s eyes flashed in fury, but she withdrew the wand from his throat. “Answer my question,” he demanded.

“I don’t know, probably,” Bellatrix said grudgingly.

Rodolphus sat back on the couch, enjoying his power. “Remind me again how many times you two have committed this disgusting sin?”

Bellatrix pointed her wand at his throat again, but Rodolphus just put his hand up to his ear in a mock phone and said, “Oh hello Mr. and Mrs. Black, do you two know what your daughters do together when no one’s around? It’s a fascinating story really...”

Bellatrix growled and put her wand down again and answered in a growl, “Twenty four times.”

“Twenty four?” Rodolphus answered in mock surprise. “Wow, you two have been quite the dirty little whores in the last three and a half years, haven’t you?”

Bellatrix’s eyes flashed, but she said nothing. She hated when he got like this, on one of his power trips. “And out of those twenty four times, I have once never been able to witness this little act of incest, have I? Oh, see, I finally found the problem.”

“What are you saying?” Bellatrix asked dangerously.

“I’m saying, if you don’t let me watch you two go at it like rabbits tonight, I think I might let a little something slip during dinner.”

Bellatrix backhanded him across the face before she could control herself, and it knocked him back, taking the couch he was sitting on with him. “You PIG!”

Rodolphus got off the ground, and wiped the blood from his mouth. “You’ll pay for that one later, Bellatrix, I promise you that. But for now, you know my orders. I’ll be watching from your sister’s closet, and I expect you to make sure it happens tonight.”

* * * *

Narcissa took Bellatrix’s hand, and tried to pull her up to her room. “Come on Bella, I want to see what I look like in my wedding dress!”

“Cissy, I don’t think we should—“

Narcissa pulled her sister’s hand harder, “Come on... I did it for you!”

“I know, Cissy, but...”

Narcissa stopped and looked at Bellatrix, her eyes filling with concern. “What’s wrong, Bella?” She could always tell when something was bothering her older sister, and this time she was sending off big flashing signs that something was really bothering her.

Bellatrix thought for a moment to tell her, she hated lying to her sister this way, but knew it would be worse in the end if she did. “Nothing, I’m fine, let’s go.”

The two accended the grand staircase, and into Narcissa’s bedroom. When Narcissa closed the door she touched her sister’s face, still concerned with what was going on. “Hey... Bella... seriously, what’s wrong?”

Bellatrix looked down, refusing to lie as she looked her sister in her eyes, “It’s nothing, I’m just a little sad about losing you.”

“You’re not losing me, Bella,” Narcissa said, as she brushed the hair away from Bellatrix’s face, and put her hand under her sister’s chin to make her look her in the eyes. “Nothing could keep me away from you, I love you, you know that. Just because I’m marrying Lucius, doesn’t mean anything is going to change between us.”

“But you love him, I never loved Rodolphus,” Bellatrix said, as she ran her hand down her sisters side, resting her hand on her hip.

“I’m not so simple as to only be able to love one person,” Narcissa replied, and kissed Bellatrix softly on the lips. Bellatrix involuntarily groaned at the contact, and wrapped her arms around her sister’s neck, hating that she knew Rodolphus was watching.

Narcissa parted her lips, and Bellatrix slipped her tongue in, as Narcissa pushed her softly up against the door. As the years went by, Narcissa started to become the dominant one, probably because Bellatrix always had all this guilt about Rodolphus knowing what they were doing.

Narcissa slid her lips away from Bellatrix’s, and slid them down to kiss her neck lightly. Bellatrix closed her eyes, willing herself to forget that they were in the presence of prying eyes, and just tried to pretend it was just her and Narcissa in that room. Bellatrix’s hands found the bottom of Narcissa’s shirt, and lifted it over her head, exposing Narcissa’s breasts to her. Narcissa bit her sister’s neck softly, making her moan softly, as her hands started to roam over Narcissa’s naked upper body. As Bellatrix cupped her breasts, Narcissa moaned against her neck, making a wave of heat go through Bellatrix’s body.

“You’re all I ever think about, Bella,” Narcissa admitted in a whisper, before tracing Bellatrix’s ear with her tongue.

Bellatrix’s breathing started to pick up, and her nails dug softly into Narcissa’s flesh. “Take me, Cissy,” Bellatrix whispered, her eyes closed, still trying to block out Rodolphus, whom she knew by now probably had his cock in his hand, enjoying what he was seeing, no matter how sinful he claimed it was.

Narcissa grabbed her sister’s hand, and threw her down on her bed. They both undressed themselves quickly, in between passionate kisses. When they were both finally nude, Narcissa stopped, and touched a large bruise that covered the right side of Bellatrix’s chest, right under her breast, over her ribs. Bellatrix flinched, and Narcissa drew her hand away like it burned her. It was the parting gift Rodolphus had given her before they left for the dinner party, for her own muggle violence against him earlier that evening.

“He hit you again,” Narcissa said, anger apparent in her voice.

“He’s never hit me,” Bellatrix lied.

“Bullshit, Bellatrix. I don’t know why you put up with it, you could kill him, and you know it.”

“I can’t kill him unless ordered to, and you know that, Narcissa,” Bellatrix replied.

“You could still leave him.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Why?” Narcissa asked, but was cut off by Bellatrix.

“Please Cissy, I don’t want to do this now. If you’re so concerned with my bruises, just make them better for me....” Bellatrix said, as she ran her hand over her sisters and held it.

Narcissa looked at her sadly, but complied. She leaned her head down, and lightly kissed the bruise that covered Bellatrix’s body. It hurt a little, but Bellatrix just closed her eyes, and focused on Narcissa’s kisses. She kissed her way up to Bellatrix’s breast, and wrapped her mouth around her sister’s nipple, making Bellatrix moan softly and tangle her fingers in her Narcissa’s hair.

Narcissa’s hand found it’s way over Bellatrix’s smooth pale skin, scratching her nails down lightly in their wake. Bellatrix instinctively spread her legs the closer Narcissa came to their center, and cried out softly once Narcissa’s hand found it.

“Shh... my sweet... don’t want to alert the family now, do we?” Narcissa said teasingly, as she started to rub softly on Bellatrix’s clit.

“Mmph! Cissy...” Bellatrix gasped out, trying to suppress her moans, and dug her fingernails into her sister’s hand.

“Say my name again,” Narcissa ordered, as she slid two fingers into Bellatrix.

Bellatrix didn’t want to play this game, not now, not when she knew who was watching, but she knew she couldn’t stop it either without making Narcissa suspicious. “Narcissa!” Bellatrix gasped out, raising her hips to meet her lighter counterpart’s hand.

“Tell me the first time you ever thought about touching me,” Narcissa went on, speeding up the pace of her fingers, but only slightly.

“When... mmm... when I saw you get out of the shower once... when you were twelve...”

“Thinking about touching a twelve year old, you were a little dirty, weren’t you?” Narcissa said, smirking, enjoying her sexual power.

“Not as... Not as dirty as you... mmmm... you touched yourself thinking about me when you were ten, remember?” Bellatrix gasped out, reminding Narcissa of her little confession a year earlier.

Narcissa laughed a little, then smirked down at her sister and started to pound into her harder, deeper, making Bellatrix grab a pillow so she could scream into it. “It wasn’t my fault, I matured fast... plus... just take a look at yourself...”

But Bellatrix was past the point of retorts, she had her eyes closed and the pillow over her face, smothering out her sounds of pleasure as Narcissa’s finger went deeper into her, rubbing off her spot like an expert. When she finally came, it was a scream even the pillow had a hard time muffling, and her hips shot off the bed as her essence poured out of her body like honey.

After some much needed breathing, Narcissa lay beside her sisiter and kissed her softly on the lips. “I guess you won’t be seeing me in my dress then.”

“I’ll see it on your wedding day,” Bellatrix gasped out, still attempting to breathe correctly.

Narcissa kissed her on her forehead and giggled, “You stay here for a minute and recuperate, I’ll distract everyone downstairs, and keep them from worrying that we died up here or something.”

Narcissa rose off the bed, and put back on her clothes before finally exiting the bedroom. Bellatrix just lay there naked, knowing what was about to come.

“Well well,” said Rodolphus, coming out of the closet. “That was quite a show you two put on, I’m impressed. Slightly disgusted, though at the same time very turned on. It’s actually quite an odd feeling.”

“Glad you enjoyed,” Bellatrix replied dryly, as she sat up to gather her clothes. “Don’t ever ask me to do it again.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’ve more than satisfied my curiosity, I feel no need to see it again. Though, don’t be so foolish to believe you’ve gotten off the hook.” Rodolphus smirked as I put the last of my clothes on and reminded me, “As of now, own you now more than I ever did before.”

TBC....