The entire Rosier family was fucked up—even by pureblood standards. It was common for incest to happen every so often when trying to keep the bloodline pure, but the Rosiers took it to another level.
Dinner parties at the Rosier estate were uncomfortable for the majority. Even the Blacks who well known cousin fuckers found the unashamedl display of incest to be.. uncouth.
Trying to drink wine and discuss business is difficult when Pandora makes a habit of groping her brother at the table. Their parents aren't phased by this. In fact, they encourage it. Making remarks of how delightful it is that they have twins who love each other.
It was disturbing, to say the least.
Despite Crouch Sr. not attending such events due to his disdain for the other pureblood families, Barty was still invited.
And unlike the other guests, he was thrilled to watch the twins touch each other in front of everyone.
Barty was drawn towards the freak nature of their relationship. Evan and Pandora, being identical twins, had already snatched his attention, but once he saw the true nature of their closeness—he was hooked for life.
Halfway through the second course, Evan's trousers had been discarded completely. His legs were spread apart, with Pandora's hand resting on his thigh.
While the majority did their best to avoid staring, Barty, who was sat on the other side of Evan, leaned closer, almost vibrating in his seat with excitement.
"S'been a while since I've seen your cunt, Rosie."
He spoke casually, as if he were making a remark about dinner. Someone almost gasped from across the table, and Evan just rolled his eyes fondly.
Giggling in agreement, Pandora sipped her wine. The hand on Evan's thigh moved higher, fingers brushing over blonde curls. She spread him open, the cool air hitting his hot cunt made Evan shudder.
Slick had started to pool from his sister's touches, making the chair sticky beneath him. Pandora slid her fingers through the warm wetness and let out a pleased hum. "I think he's missed you seeing it."
Evan huffed, moving his hips mindlessly, trying to chase Pandora's teasing touches. He gripped his fork tighter, the food on his plate long forgotten about.
Much to his dismay, Pandora pulled her hand away. She showed off her now glistening fingers, smiling at the sight of it. Reaching over Evan, she brought her fingers up to Barty's lips.
He didn't hesitate to take them into his mouth, sucking her fingers with a quiet moan. Tongue swirling around them. Barty moved closer, his hand finding a place on Evan's inner thigh.
Pandora pulled out of his mouth, only to spread open Evan's cunt again. This time so Barty could have a turn touching him.
