Harry (twin brother separate Houses)

“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 we were sorted into separate Houses, he would earn Slytherin tons of points only for my friends and I to somehow always earn points enough to put Gryffindor in the lead. Harry had when we got back at the end of our first year told the Dursleys about my supposed special treatment at the school and how he would like to put me in my place. They had sent me upstairs to the room I shared with my twin brother, they had come to an agreement, he never brings up any of our “freakishness” and if anything happens I get the blame and he gets to punish me. That first night I was called downstairs, Aunt Petunia sat on the sofa, Uncle Vernon and Dudley went out to the Chippy to get Dudley what he wanted. Harry sat in Uncle Vernons chair, he looked nervous and agitated squirming every so often, I was commanded to bend over and Harry was told to take the wooden spoon from the little table and hit my backside with it. At first Harry only tapped it against my jeans covered cheeks but was soon clipped round the earhole and told to do it harder. He ended up hitting harder and harder. From that moment on any punishment I had were doled out by my brother.

I look around but can’t see him and then the door swung open and my twin brother calmly walked into our room, he saw my wide eyes and I assume he thought I had a nightmare, the sheets were soaked with my juices from my orgasm and my face heats up. He strips the bed and puts the bedding for wash, I wait until he leaves the room, slip off my underwear put it in the washing basket go clean up and then secretly put on an silky emerald green thong and matching bra. I got into the freshly made bed and as I snuggled up against him I felt Harrys’ dick bulge and gulped before falling to sleep to dreams of my own twin buggering me 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 Harry and myself for documenting our new stations in life. The officials would be here at 12:30 as it was currently 06:30 in the morning I had plenty of time to prepare. The house is surprisingly quiet, then I realise that Harry was left in charge whilst the Dursleys had gone away for the week to visit Marge. I reach the bathroom and come in contact with a body and my hand pressed against his abs but my eyes are locked on his impressive bulge.

“Jasmine, you can move your hand now, oi dummy eyes are up here, that’s it, JASMINE MARLENE POTTER” I come back to my senses as I’m pulled up from the ground. I’m bent over the bathtub and my dressing gown is flipped up revealing my arsecheeks and my thong. “Slut or Whore sis?”

I gulp before telling him neither and he nods smacks my arse, gives me a harsh frontal wedgie before sending me to my shower.