Chapter 27. Sis-con sister

"Were the surprise blue balls?" the boy asked her, a little irritated. The blonde shook her head. "Chocolates?" she shook her head again. Altair began to list all the possible gifts until he came up with the result. "Another girl?" the blonde looked at him a little irritated.

"Tsk! Forget about it," she shot out of her room. The Ravenclaw students didn't even ask about the Gryffindor in the Eagle's common room.

Altair went out to the common room. He had already arranged all the gifts he needed to send, he even found a charmed axe for Professor Flitwick, He was told that he had almost beheaded Snape with it. It came with a note that said "They can't take away the things that belong to you".

He sent Professor Lily a book on astrophysics, along with a gold ring, inside which was a lioness looking after four cubs. Altair carved the image himself, making the largest cub a little uglier than the others. He sent her two gifts, not because he wanted to court her or anything like that, but because she had probably already read the book he sent her.

He sent the headmaster some SpongeBob SquarePants socks. He was sure he would be happy.

He sent Andy a pearl necklace. It was simple but a bit expensive. He gave Tonks a puppy.

He gave Harley a black leather collar with her name on it. As well as an old Quidditch book, it talked about the game's early years.

To Luna he sent a stuffed toy of a Snorkack with wrinkled horns.

For her mother, he bought some Muggle stuffed toys of a boy and a girl and modified them to look like him and his sister. He didn't know what else to give to a woman with so many mental problems, a psychologist? she would probably kill him.

He gave Lavender lots of jewelry and accessories, as well as a handwritten letter detailing every aspect of their relationship from the beginning to the present day. She would be happy about the material things, but Altair was sure she would cry over the letter. He almost did.

He sent the Malfoys coal. He thought about sending something to his sister, but he didn't. She would burn it or her uncles would.

The Room of Requirements was a place with objects accumulated over a thousand years. Taking some and repairing them saved him an enormous amount of money.

He continued reading a book his mother had recommended. Bella was in her bed, playing with the two stuffed animals he had given her. She had found them early and didn't want to let them go. She was a deranged but simple woman.

"We need to talk," a red-haired girl with blue eyes, hidden under round glasses, interrupted his reading. He raised his eyebrows, looked at the white face full of freckles of the girl in front of him, he had been waiting for this conversation for days.

"Do you want to go to my room?" he asked her calmly.

"It's not necessary," with a wave of his wand the noise was isolated, in both directions. "What did you do to Harley?" the girl adjusted her glasses. Her eyes were similar to those of the old director, some even said he was her father.

"Mmm... shall we start dating?" the girl pouted.

"You didn't! You only use her to satisfy yourself while you enjoy yourself with your girlfriend," she shouted at him.

"Would you prefer the whole castle to know that I'm going out with her?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No! I'd prefer you to stay away from my little sister."

"She's the same age, Azalea," Harley's sister was her twin, but they arent identical twins. Their faces were quite similar, but while Harley had short dark hair, Azalea's was long and red, like her mother's. Harley had some of Potter's features, while Azalea looked like a carbon copy of her mother, except for the eyes. She has bright blue eyes.

"I am Potter for you. How could she choose someone like you? I don't understand," that comment made him a little sad. Still, no one in the castle, apart from a few teachers, knew about the increase in his power in the last few weeks. He was, in the eyes of others, useless. That would change, of course. But the thorn of being seen as unworthy still hurts.

"She's a grown woman, just like you. Mind your own business, Potter," he got up to leave.

"She's my sister! She's my business! I was there for her when she was imagining monsters under the bed. I was there for her when she cried herself to sleep, I saw her learn to fly on a broomstick, I took care of her when she was sick, I saw her grow and flourish," she stood up until she was facing him. He had to look down to meet her eyes. "I can't let you date her, you damn womanizer! All men are the same!" He looked at her skeptically as he sat back down. The few students in the common room were now looking at them.

"Does the idea of polygamy bother you?"

"Polygamy, you?" She seemed more confused than mocking or angry. "I thought that..." She trailed off. Her head pondered what to answer. "What's your Evans score," she used her mother's name to describe the unit.

"About two thousand," he told her with a hint of boastfulness in his voice.

"To create a coven by proxy you need about fifty or sixty thousand. Have Lord Black returned?" she asked curiously. He shook his head. "Even if your power increased twentyfold, you're still below average and they won't let you form a coven," she seemed calm now.

"My power didn't grow twentyfold."

"Didn't you have like a hundred Evans or something?"

"No... I had four hundred. I went from four hundred to two thousand in a few weeks. In a few years I'll reach two hundred thousand," he said, a little irritated.

"Pff! Even the director didn't reach two hundred thousand," she leaned back in the chair in disbelief. "If your power increases, I might let my sister go out with you," she nodded, even if her face looked sad.

"Does power matter to you that much?"

She shook her head as she replied: "Power will allow you to create a coven. I don't want my sister to spend her life being some damn man's mistress. But if she's a wife... I guess it's okay," she lowered her head.

"Sis-con," Altair whispered.

"What!? No! I'm not! I'm just protecting my little sister."

"She's the same age, sister-in-law," he said, repeating his previous answer.

"I'm not your sister-in-law yet! Well, I don't approve of you. If at the end of the year you're not above Evans' average, I'll tell Mom about you," she warned him as she adjusted her glasses.

"She already knows. She also told me about my recent increase in power. She was the one who told me I could form a coven in the future," Altair sneered.

"Damn it!" she shouted. "Then... If mom approves I'll join your coven!" Her face turned red. Her freckles stood out even more. Even so, she kept up the pretense as if they were talking about the cauldron's thickness.

"Why?" he asked her, frowning.

"What? Seriously? Didn't you want a bunch of women to free your darkest impulses while you introduce them to the epitome of pleasure?" She was a nerd. Her sister was good academically, but Azalea was a worse bookworm than Granger.

"No... well, yes. But the idea of someone just coming in to be with her sister sounds like blackmail," with the Malfoys she wouldn't have minded, but she hadn't done anything wrong to her, apart from being rude.

"Okay. It was a bit excessive," she sighed as she closed her eyes. "But can I still come in?" she asked him.

"Azalea... everything you said before, about releasing my darkest impulses, was true. Do you want to be part of that?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Can I see it first?" she licked her lips. "Seeing Harley do her... duty" her blush would be confused with a high fever in any hospital. Even with the blush her face was serious.

"I have to ask her," he replied simply. "I'll tell you her answer," he took out his W-phone while sending a message.

"No, she can't know!" She snatched the cell phone from him while she tried to delete the message. Too late, the message had already been sent, read and replied to.

Harley:

Whenever you want. I'll eat my sister's pussy while I prepare her for you if you ask me to. I'd like to see her happy.

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Azalea's mind wandered as she imagined the scene. She rubbed her thighs as she gritted her teeth to avoid moaning. The photo only increased the lust inside her. She took a deep breath as she got up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt as she handed the cell phone to its owner and began to walk neatly to her room.

"Closet pervert," Altair already knew what she would do in her room. The silencing spell was broken when the launcher was far away. "Are you going to stay there, looking at me?" he asked Lisa Turpin. The girl didn't know what to do when her friend ran away.

"I don't think I should bother her," she simply shook her head. She remained where she was, staring at him.

"You can go to your room," she nodded and left. "Such a perfect submissive. I'll ask Azalea for her later."

He immersed himself in his thoughts about the twins. The idea of Azalea at his coven was not particularly appealing to him. She was beautiful without a doubt, but she wasn't interested in him or so she pretended. He even found the idea a little annoying. He put it aside, he didn't want to be rude to the girl, but he would find a way to reject her.

Altair continued reading, he had to go to Lavender's for his Christmas present at nine.

'This is wrong,' Azalea thought about her sister's message as she lifted the hem of her skirt and dropped her panties to the floor. She knew it was wrong but she cannot stop doing it since her fourteen birthday, after a day when she and her sister were taking a bath together and Harley rub Azalea's pussy by mistake.

A simple spell sealed the door hermetically, another soundproofed the room, she didn't want to hear rumors about her like the ones that existed about a mysterious girl moaning in the men's dormitory.

Some even recognized the voice as Luna Lovegood's, but Azalea didn't think the girl was capable of such perversions... unless it was 'Altair!' The name brought her some anger.

'You fucking pervert,' she thought as she caressed her vulva above, she didn't want to rush things, postponing orgasm always seemed more pleasant to her.

Her mind couldn't help but return to the image sent to Altair's phone. In it, Harley was on her knees with teary eyes and his tongue out, a whitish liquid adorned his beautiful face.

"Harley!" She slipped a finger into her tight cave and began to slowly move it in and out. Her body begged her to do it faster, to use more fingers, maybe even to transform something into a huge cock to stretch her femininity. But Azalea had more control over herself. She knew herself better than anyone else. Thats what she said at least.

'The more you suffer, the more you gain. The best orgasms are the ones that take a long time to come.'

'What did he do to my little sister?' she wondered as she closed her eyes, taking off her glasses as an afterthought. Her free hand began to caress her breasts over her clothes. She imagined her little sister on her knees begging for a load of thick semen from that boy. 'What's his dick like? Rumor has it that it's monstrous and boys said that no witch could ever take it... but Harley could. My little sister is amazing, isn't she?' she thought proudly. She slipped a second finger inside her as she ripped open her shirt to expose her perky breasts, her fingers sliding on her nipples as she began to moan louder and louder.

Little by little, her rhythm increased. The viscous sounds of her fingers beating the natural fluids of her pussy filled the room with increasing intensity. However, the words that came out of her mouth were the same "Harleey!" she screamed as she curved her fingers, rapidly approaching orgasm.

Perhaps it was a moment of weakness in her mind. But just as she reached orgasm she thought she heard a whore moan Altair's name, it was a sound she would recognize as her own voice.

"I must have imagined it," she thought as she wiped the sweat from her brow.