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While it was true that Edric often felt like a screw-up, he can admit that when it came to illusion magic he knew what he was doing.
He might not be as talented with it as Emira nor as naturally gifted as the little prodigy Gus Porter, but he’s definitely mastered a few tricks.
One of his favorites being invisibility. It was a simple, yet effective spell. He just has to stay quiet and concentrate. Edric liked to use it to skip class, hide from his parents, and when he just did not feel like a functioning witch and the very thought of being perceived made his head hurt.
Ed occasionally used the spell to spy on others. He knew it was wrong, but he was a boy who loved gossip, what can he say. Even more wrong was when he would spy on Emira. Especially during…private times.
His twin sister was currently in one of the many bathrooms in Blight Manor, stripping off her school uniform, the shower already running and waiting for her..
The more skin she revealed, the quicker Ed’s heartbeat got until he was sure she could hear it. Emira was gorgeous. Soft, pale skin, long legs, perky breasts. His guilt at invading her privacy was worth the sight before him.
When she was fully naked, and Edric was half hard, instead of hopping into the steamy shower right away, she took a moment to assess her reflection in the full-length mirror. She turned from side to side, straightening her back and sucking in her stomach. Whatever she saw seemed to have disappointed her, if her frown was any indication. Ed could not possibly guess what minute flaw she saw in herself. Whatever it was, he was sure he loved it about her.
Finally, Emira stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind her. It fogged up pretty quickly, but it only distorted his view slightly. He was still able to watch her raise her hands to slick back her hair as the water sprayed down on her. He watched as she lathered a bar of soap up with her hands and spread it down her arms, her breasts, her stomach.
Slippery and wet were two things that Emira pulled off rather nicely and Edric could not help but reach down and palm his erection through his sweatpants.
Emira propped one leg up and ran her soapy hands up her calves from ankle to knee, then further still, soaping her thigh.
From where Ed was standing he had the perfect view - she was practically spread open for him as she reached between her legs and gently rubbed herself clean. She did it slowly, almost leisurely as opposed to the efficient way she cleaned the rest of her body. Edric’s eyes were glued to her busy hand. He bit his lip and stuck his hand down his pants, careful not to make any sound.. He got a hand around himself and stroked in time with Emira’s small motions.
Em’s other hand dragged up her slick body until it came to a pert, pink nipple. She circled her finger around it and let a soft moan escape her lips. It looks like his sister got herself all clean just to get dirty again.
Emira’s hand picked up speed where it rubbed between her thighs. Edric could hear slick sounds coming from the shower, which he hoped, along with the rush of running water, was enough to cover his own noises.
Titan, Em was breathtaking. He couldn’t tear his eyes away if he wanted to. He didn’t want to miss his sister making herself come. Edric imagined it was his hand between her thighs, his mouth on her breast.
Suddenly, a sound from Emira made Edric freeze. For a terrifying second, he thought he’d been caught. Then, she said it again. A name. He hadn’t imagined it. His sister moaned his name.
Edric’s thoughts came to a screeching halt as she spread her legs just a little wider. He could see her slick fingers rubbing her clit now, occasionally pausing to go lower and dip inside of her before returning.
“Ooh, Edric,” Emira breathed softly. Edric filed that sound away, along with this perfect image, so that he can return to it later when he’s alone in his bed touching himself, or having a particularly bad day.
Edric’s hand picked up speed as Emira’s whimpers got higher in pitch. Come on, Em, Edric thought, Come for me.
As if on cue, Emira let out a cry, probably louder than she intended, as her hips jerked forward into her hand. Afterward, she took a moment to catch her breath as she came down from her post-orgasm-high.
Edric still hadn’t come. He wanted to - Wanted to rub himself against her wet skin, feel his cock gliding over her, between her thighs, her breasts, against her lips.
Edric came with a soft groan just as Emira turned the water off. Both twins paused. There was no way she didn’t hear that, the noise echoed painfully loud to Ed’s ears in the spacious bathroom.
But Emira just got out of the shower and toweled herself dry. Edric thought for one hopeful moment that he was in the clear. But before Emira left, she called over her shoulder, “Hope you enjoyed the show,” and then proceeded down the hall toward her room.
Edric closed his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. This was going to be hell to try and explain away.