Harry (Twin Squib Brother)

“Hhhhhaaaaaarrrrryyyyyyyy” I cry out as I have the most powerful orgasm so far, his face appeared clear as day in my mind enhancing it. I lay in my bed with a smile on my face as sweat is now pouring off of me, did I really just cum so hard from the thought of my own twin brother doing all of that to me? Yes I did, do I really want him to do it in real life though? For most of the past month each night I would fantasise about a different person fucking my arse after publicly humiliating me, it has ranged from boys such as Cormac McLaggen and Zacharias Smith to even girls like Pansy Parkinson and Hannah Abbot. There were times I’m ashamed to admit that even the thought of Dudley and his best friend Piers or even Voldemort (Both his current form and the younger Tom riddle) fucking my arse has made me cum. I tried picturing my friends or people that are at least nice enough to me but it kills my orgasm and I’m left frustrated and disappointed, I know I’m a Submissive and a Masochist and apparently the thought of anyone who’s been negative towards me at some point ends up buggering me in my fantasies. My own twin hates me, actually despises me from the moment it was found out that only I could do what I now know is accidental magic. When I showed him my letter and then we had to share a room seeing my wand and books turned him against me more and more, the stories I would tell about my years there at the school cemented in his mind that I was showing off, rubbing it in his face that I had magic and he didn’t. Now there’s no going back he can’t stand me and it hurts but the thought of him doing that to me turned me on. I drift off to sleep with the thought of Harry buggering me into oblivion.

When I wake up I’m greeted to an owl at the window with a letter, I read it only to find it is a reminder that people from the Ministry will be sent to collect me so as I can be there to officially document my new status in life at exactly 12:30 today. I check my clock and see that it’s only 7:30 and sigh. I gather my clothes for the day and a towel then open my bedroom door. The house is quiet and then I realise they all went on holiday last night leaving Harry in charge. My face heats up as I get to the bathroom and collide with a solid body I look up from the floor to see the sneering face of my twin. I gulp and he towers over me, thoughts of him using me enter my mind and then he walks past me with a weird look on his face. I watch as he walks his muscles painting more a picture in my mind. I crawl into the bathroom and turn on the shower.