Admiration is what they called it, when I first mentioned my
feelings. "She's your older sister," they said. "Of course you love her."
Years later, Mother read my diary, foolishly left open, abandoned, when Bella called.
"Pureblooded witches," steely blue eyes bore into mine, "do not do such things. They marry well, they produce heirs, and they behave in a manner befitting their station."
A slap cut off my protest, but after Mother left, a kiss silenced my tears. Later, in the dark of night, as her fingers brought me to a shuddering climax, she whispered, "I adore you Ciss."
Years later, Mother read my diary, foolishly left open, abandoned, when Bella called.
"Pureblooded witches," steely blue eyes bore into mine, "do not do such things. They marry well, they produce heirs, and they behave in a manner befitting their station."
A slap cut off my protest, but after Mother left, a kiss silenced my tears. Later, in the dark of night, as her fingers brought me to a shuddering climax, she whispered, "I adore you Ciss."