Warnings- Femmeslash. Incest. Promiscuity (Hinted). That's all I can think of.
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She used to be mine. All mine. I didn't have to share, or take turns, or watch her being paraded around by another as a trophy, as a prize that he had won. She is a person. I saw that. I have always known that. He treats her like a thing, and I hate it.
Years ago, our secret times, clumsy and unsure we were. But we got better as our time went on. Time and experience improved and empowered us as it does everyone. In my last year of school it was perfect. No confusion, that had all melted away, and no worries. We would not be caught. We had been doing this for five years.
She was younger than me, two years so. A lowly fifth year to my seventh. It didn't matter though. We had all the time that we wanted, or we seemed to. At home we had to take extra care. We didn't want the family finding out. Even the Blacks cannot understand some Pureblood traditions.
Andromeda found out eventually. Its part of the reason that she left, disgust at what we were doing, enjoying so much. She never told anyone though, so I suppose she must have been loyal to something. Maybe she remembered her love for us just enough to grant us that reprieve.
But then school ended, at least for me. I joined the Dark Lord almost straight from school, and joined too the casual circle of sex that operated in his ranks. I was young, and beautiful. They wanted me and I had nothing to refuse with. How could I tell them that I loved my little sister too much to let them use my body?
The time passed in a blur, the only bright spots being holidays when we could be together again for however short a time. She knew, I think, what I was doing to myself in the ranks. She knew how tainted I had become, and she still came to me. She, the beautiful, innocent one, came to me with all my sins, and pledged herself to me.
In the end, the Dark Lord himself heard of my prowess, of my looks and my skills, and took me on himself. He must have enjoyed what he found as he returned to me more often than to any other. I prided myself on this achievement, more perhaps than on anything else.
She left school and tried to follow me into the ranks of the Death Eaters the following year. I would not let her. I had the ear of the Dark Lord and told him that she would not be suited to our lifestyle. She was not allowed to enjoy the freedom of being a Death Eater because of me. Because I would not let my perfect little sister, the last thing in my life that was still pure, follow me down the dark road that I was on.
And so she was shunted aside, married off to a wealthy, snobbish imbecile to bear him children and do nothing else. I could see the animosity in her eyes on her wedding day. But it did not stop her coming to me on her wedding night when her husband was lying drunk on their bedroom floor.
It has not stopped her coming to me ever since. The last pure part of me. My sister, my lover, my Cissy.
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A/N- I know, I know. I don't like femmeslash. I don't like this pairing. I don't like this type of fic in general. But too much chocolate leads to strange things. I don't think even the voices in my head saw this one coming.
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