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Home Sweet Home ch.15
🕑 Added 2024-06-25 15:00:01 +0000 UTC“Harry?” called his mother from the living room. “Is that you?”
“Yes, I found and rescued your daughter.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” mumbled Astoria. “I just want to go to bed.”
“Wait.” Bellatrix walked into the living room, looking like she had been napping on the couch, dressed in her night robe. “I’m curious if you know what happened to my wine, Astoria. I’m missing a bottle.”
Astoria responded with a tired, grumbling voice. “I have no idea.” Harry shrugged, not wanting to give anything away.
“Interesting,” his mother said. “Well, I’ll have to keep a closer eye on my wine cabinet in the future.”
“Do whatever you need to do, Mom.”
“How was your night?”
“Fine.”
Even in Astoria’s one-syllable response, there was enough emotion to make the word sound far from fine. Bellatrix sighed, walked over to Astoria, and hugged her.
“You smell like wine,” she said.
“There was... a bit at the party,” mumbled Astoria. “Jeez, Mom. It was a party; what did you expect?”
“Get some sleep, young lady. Thanks for bringing her home safely, Harry.”
“No problem,” he said.
He went to bed, feeling slightly confused about the night. He stripped down to his boxers and stretched out under the thin sheet. The scene with Astoria in the trees replayed over and over with small variations, but he forced himself not to exploit it even in his thoughts. He still had an erection but didn’t allow himself to fantasize, imposing a boundary through sheer force of will.
He was going to live with her for an indefinite future. Both of them would calm down after a week or two, and everything would return to the state it was before he left, when she was his silly fourteen-year-old sister whom he was often too busy to pay attention to. He frowned at that memory, knowing that neglect was not what Astoria needed right now more than an illicit drunken advance.
Eventually, he managed to fall asleep. He woke up in the middle of the night, not remembering anything from his dream, but he was sure it had something to do with sex, given how hard he was. Someone was opening his bedroom door.
“Harry,” whispered Astoria. “I can’t sleep.”
She entered his room slowly, as if not wanting to wake him, even though she allowed herself to come in. He sat up in bed, sighing and feeling blood rush to all the wrong places.
“Close the door,” he whispered.
She closed it, doing so as slowly as possible to minimize noise. The moon had risen, and he could see her clearly in the silver light. Her hair was down, auburn strands falling loosely over her shoulders. She had taken off her glasses and removed her makeup, which did not make her any less beautiful. She wore a girlish pink nightshirt, and judging by how her nipples protruded through the fabric, she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.
“I just don’t want to be alone in my room tonight,” she whispered. “Can I sleep with you in your bed? Just sleep. Seriously, nothing more.”
There was a hint of carefully feigned innocence in her voice that made him chuckle softly.
“You just don’t give up, do you?” he said.
She shrugged. “Maybe I learned it from the horny guys at the party. I was there for half an hour, and two of them kept hitting on me, saying how pretty and cool I was. I thought they were lying just to fuck me, but then I realized they just wanted to get in my pants.”
He felt a flash of unnecessary jealousy. “Astoria…”
“Then I remembered how hard you were when we were pretending,” she whispered. “When you were helping me with the computer. And I wondered... if maybe you too…”
“Come on,” he said. “We shouldn’t talk about this.”
“Why not?” She crawled onto his bed and approached him on all fours, not seductively but like she used to do as a little girl. “What will happen if we do it?”
He felt suddenly irritated by how foolish and rebellious she was. He wondered what she would do if he tested her, really pushed until she reached her limit, and suddenly it was him who set the boundary. He wanted to kiss her, do more, and this time he didn’t hold back.
She blinked in surprise when his hand rested on her cheek. Her body seemed to melt into him as he kissed her. Her lips hungrily latched onto his. He laid her down on the bed, knowing exactly what he was doing, knowing he had lost his mind. But he was too aroused and too excited to care.
“You can,” she whispered. “It’s okay. I remembered what you said about doing it with someone I love when those guys were hitting on me.”
“I guess you didn’t hear what I meant,” he muttered.
“I heard what you said.”
She took his hand, kissed it, and pulled it to her chest. He was right—there was no bra underneath.
“You have to be quiet.” He rolled over on top of her, kissing her neck and letting his boxers-clad erection start to press between her thighs.
“I know,” she whispered.
“I don’t just mean tonight. Forever.”
“I know!” she growled, a bit louder than he would have liked. “I’m not some naïve little girl, Harry.”
“Aren’t you?” He placed his hand on her thigh, sliding it under her nightshirt. “Are you sure?”
“I…” She trailed off as Harry’s fingers began to move over her panties, finding the edge and gently pulling it aside.
He didn’t slip a finger inside her right away as he might have done impatiently with Hermione or Kate. Instead, he teased her a bit, savoring her small reactions. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttered. Her head bobbed with small movements, making it hard to tell if she was urging him on or just twitching with pleasure.
He stroked her clit, and Astoria gasped loudly enough that Harry began to worry he would have to slow down. She was clean-shaven, which in itself made him wonder about her intentions at the party, how it might have gone if she hadn’t had another bullying episode. She was also so wet he couldn’t stop wondering how it would feel to fuck her.
“You said you were a virgin,” he whispered. “But have you at least... you know. Made yourself come
“What?” Her breath was frantic, and she arched her hips into his hand. “Harry... why are you asking me that?”
Honestly, part of it was because he was curious about the remote and the vibrator. If he could do this much with two fingers and minimal effort, then the Magic Pulse would reduce her to a writhing puddle. He slipped his index and middle fingers inside her, gently caressing her clit with his thumb.
“Oh fuck!” she moaned. “Harry!”
“Quiet! Quiet.”
He curled his fingers inside her, watching as she writhed and gasped, the moonlight reflecting in her eyes and illuminating her pale, delicate thighs. Harry kissed her neck again and let his lips trail up to her ear.
“I’ve decided my goal is to make you come tonight, Astoria,” he whispered. “You deserve it. And somehow, I don’t think it will be very difficult.”
“Harry!” She trembled, biting her lip to stifle a moan. “It feels so good!”
“Be quiet,” he said. “Or I’ll stop.”
It was a brazen lie. He had no intention of stopping until Astoria was gasping and sticky with grime. He kissed her neck again, then her cheek, and finally her lips. She clumsily returned the kiss, too overwhelmed to respond quickly. He let his thumb tease her clit again and heard a faint, high-pitched moan escape her as all her muscles tensed at once.
“Harry...” She bit her lip and shivered. “I, I...”
“What?” His voice was teasing, almost permissive, as he withdrew the hand that was touching her. “What’s the matter, Astoria?”
She grabbed his wrist and made a frustrated noise. “Mean. I... I think I’m close. Please.”
“Please what?”
He gently pinched her nipple through her nightshirt, then pulled it over her head, leaving her naked except for her damp panties. She looked incredible in the moonlight, her firm breasts and pink nipples, her flat stomach, and the slight curve of her hips. Harry’s cock ached in his boxers, almost painfully.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Astoria,” he whispered. He rolled over her and kissed one of her breasts, running his mouth over her nipple.
“Harry,” she moaned. “I feel so... hot.”
She arched her hips up. Harry helped her remove her panties. She reached down and played with the elastic of his boxers. He took them off as well, his heart pounding as he realized how close they were to crossing the line. A small voice in the back of his head begged him to stop, to refrain from desecrating his younger sister and irreversibly changing their relationship. A louder, more sinister voice urged him to go through with it, to take her.
He wanted to at least ask her if she was ready, give her one last chance to come to her senses and go back to her own bed. He wanted to put on a condom and get up to make sure the door was locked. None of this materialized in the heat of the night. Spreading Astoria’s legs, Harry let his cock tease the entrance to her wet pussy for half a second before plunging into the forbidden pleasure.
Astoria gasped, and Harry had to clamp his hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. She was so tight it hurt in a good way, the feeling of her walls squeezing around his cock making every nerve sing with pleasure. He knew this was real and not a dream, mostly because of how wet and tight she was, how her reactions were different from what he had imagined.
“Mmmm...” she moaned. “Fuck, Harry! Oh God!”
She arched her hips, encouraging him to take her harder before he even started moving. He kissed her deeply and made the first real thrust into her sweet teenage pussy. He didn’t feel her hymen break, but he had heard that wasn’t uncommon.
He had to be careful. He absolutely had to pull out. He pumped into her a few more times, hearing the distinct creak of the bed beneath them. Above all, he had to be quiet.
Astoria let out a fluttering moan. He shushed her and then kissed her, feeling her breath beneath him as their lips parted. She panted and moaned with every thrust, and he quickly lost control of his own reactions and voice. He kissed her neck, then her collarbone, and then her breasts.
He couldn’t stop. Astoria’s pussy was amazing. She purred and rubbed her hands over his chest and arms. He remembered the silly video of Ginny showing off how much she was into perverse cat roleplay. His younger sister was slutty in just the right way. Her behavior with him made him realize she was sincere in how much she wanted him.
Astoria moaned his name, and Harry shushed her again, feeling the warm, wet heat of her breath, the suction of her pussy sliding over his cock. He pulled his hand back, kissed her, and slowed down, savoring the feeling of her body. Astoria moaned and trembled with pleasure. Harry realized she was close.
“Astoria,” he whispered into her neck.
“Harry!” She clung to him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. It was both the sweetest and the sexiest thing Harry had ever seen.
It might as well have been her first orgasm ever, considering her earlier reaction to being teased with the remote. Harry felt her pussy clench around him with small, insistent squeezes. He held her close and sped up, hearing the bed creak and knowing it would give them away as easily as her moans. He couldn’t help but take her hard, thrusting as deeply as his cock could reach with every movement.
