So, a brief introduction for everyone. Sorry, but this story isn't just going to be focused on the sex. No worries, I will include several hot and very graphic parts. Maybe not in this chapter, but in the overall story. I want to turn this into an actual story, of young love, and shame, and everything in between. Anyways, on with the story.
Chapter 2.
7/24/2014 3:06 PM
We held hands as we walked down the street, on the way to see the new Harry Potter movie, the Deathly Hallows.
"Seriously, why did they make it part 1? Why not make it into one movie, like every other one?" My brother asked, looking at me.
"Did you read the last book? I mean, there was so much in it. And look how much they cut out of the books in the other movies." I thought to myself, then realized he probably didn't finish it. While we may be very similar in many things, books were more of my thing, while movies were more of his.
"Yeah, well, just don't tell me there will be three or four movies for a single book." I glared at him. He knew better. "Yeah, yeah, I heard the announcements too. Still. I don't want to wait for the next one also." He said, pouting slightly.
"I know, I know. I am impatient too. But would you rather wait until part 2 comes out before you watch it?" I asked him, knowing what his answer would be. True to form, he threw me a "yeah right" look.
"You know, poor Ginny probably won't be there," I said, right in the middle of his "yeah right" look. Pitching my voice low, I said, "Oh Ginny. I love you. Your red hair, that fiery spirit."
"Hey!" He stated, glaring with indignation. "What about you?" Pitching his own voice high, he stated, "Oh Ron. I would love to run my fingers through that hair." Returning his voice to normal, he stated, "I have seen how you look at him, especially since his hair got longer. Maybe I should be jealous." He said, trying to put on his best jealous face.
We both burst out laughing.
"Oh silly, you know there is only one redhead in this world for me," I stated, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Just some harmless sibling teasing and tweaking.
We joked with each other more as we walked, talking about this and that on the way to the theater. We never realized that holding hands, giving each other friendly kisses on the cheek, and teasing each other about even our most intimate life, was that unusual. I guess not everyone has their own twin to relate to on the level we did, or the closeness we felt. It was all normal, brotherly and sisterly love for us.
7/24/2014 5:00 PM (End of chapter)
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