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Home Sweet Home ch.18
🕑 Added 2024-07-30 15:00:01 +0000 UTCHarry spent most of Sunday in his room, at his computer. He wasn't avoiding Astoria, but he wasn't seeking her out either. The close encounter with Daphne made him realize how dangerous it could be if he lost control around his younger sister.
His mind drifted back to the party she went to the previous night, the party he had barged into looking for her. What if she had been there without him, drinking, flirting, and suggesting what might happen? This question stirred a strange mix of brotherly protectiveness and furious jealousy within him.
His phone vibrated, and he tossed it onto the desk, trying to distract himself from the growing obsession. The distraction never came. He received a text from Astoria, a selfie.
"Thanks for your help."
The photo showed her lying on her stomach, smiling at the camera, her shirt billowing just enough to give a perfect view of her pale, delicate cleavage. Harry crossed the thin line between arousal and anger as the image burned into his mind.
"Stop."
"Stop what?"
"You know what."
She didn't reply after that. Harry was about to give up and just watch porn, planning to masturbate until he was as sexually indifferent as a eunuch, when the door to his room opened. He was glad he hadn't finished typing the URL he intended to visit when Daphne stomped into view.
"Ever heard of knocking?" he asked.
"Why? Were you about to watch more porn?" Daphne's voice was more mocking than teasing. "Anyway, are you planning to go out today?"
"Why?"
"We're out of laundry detergent."
"Do I look like your servant? Get your own soap." He waved dismissively with one hand. "You're so damn rude," Daphne muttered. "No wonder you can't get laid."
"Who said I can't get laid?"
He stood up angrily, but Daphne was already leaving the room, laughing at his expense. Harry simmered for the rest of the morning, ready to explode in multiple emotional directions.
Somehow, he managed to sleep through the entire afternoon. He woke up to the sound of the door opening and wondered if the women in his family simply lacked the basic concept of privacy. He expected Astoria, but it was his mother's quiet laughter that reached his ears as he woke from his nap.
"Hey, sleepyhead." She sat on his bed and shook his shoulder. "Harry, it's dinner time, which means it's also time for family movie night."
He groaned and felt himself smile, pretending to sleep.
"I see you smiling." His mom laughed and shook his shoulder in a way that reminded him too much of Astoria. "Come on. Quesadillas and 'The Usual Suspects' are waiting for you downstairs."
She briefly stretched out on the bed next to him, her face close to his, and he felt her warm breath on his bare skin.
"What?" Bellatrix laughed. "Do I really need to drag you out of bed?"
The thought sent a shiver of forbidden excitement through Harry's body. He rolled onto his side, forcing his mother to roll onto her back to avoid colliding. Bellatrix laughed and nudged his shoulder, and he wished it were Astoria lying with him instead of her.
"Teenage boys need their sleep," he mumbled.
"Teenage boys also need dinner," Bellatrix said. "Come on. Seriously. It's family movie time."
"Alright, alright."
He finally opened his eyes and saw his mother smiling at him, with a gentle, loving, beautiful expression on her face. He realized he had a partial erection, and given that he was lying on his back, there was almost no way she hadn't seen it. However, she showed no sign that she had noticed and quickly got off his bed, heading toward the door.
"Last call," she said.
"I'm coming," he replied.
Daphne and Astoria were already huddled on the couch, eating quesadillas and watching the beginning of the movie. Harry sat at the other end, with Astoria in the middle. He accepted a plate of cut quesadilla triangles, salsa, and guacamole from his mom, pulling a blanket over his legs that Astoria and Daphne were sharing.
"I'm excited," Astoria said. She glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes drifting down to his lap and then back to his face. "This is one of my favorites."
"Mine too," Harry said.
Nothing happened for a while, which was both a relief and a disappointment to Harry. He finished and helped his mother carry the remaining plates into the kitchen. Astoria moved closer to him as he
he regained his place on the sofa. Bellatrix turned off
Bellatrix turned off the lights, shrouding them in partial darkness, with only the TV and the light from the kitchen providing illumination.
Astoria's hand landed on his thigh and stayed there, although Harry tried to ignore the warmth of his sister's touch. Bellatrix sat in an armchair next to the sofa, close enough that he could sense her presence without a direct view of the sofa. Nothing happened for the next few minutes, almost as if Astoria was waiting for him to escalate, wondering if he would. He wondered the same thing.
"I've had my family court ordered lunch," Daphne said, yawning and stretching her arms. "I'm going to go to my room.
"All right, love," Bellatrix said. "Good night. "Good night, Daphne," said Astoria. Her fingers moved a little higher up Harry's leg, then stopped. "Can I lie down?
He shook his head as Daphne disappeared up the stairs. He expected Astoria to stretch her legs out at the other end of the sofa, but she did the opposite, using his knees as a cushion and resting her head on them. Their mother was enthralled by the film and would actually have to look over her shoulder to see them, but Astoria's position still seemed risky and dangerous.
His anxiety was like a fresh flint on a crackling fire. Astoria moved slightly, adjusting her position, and sighed quietly. Harry felt her head touch his cock through his sweatpants. He felt it move and begin to grow, and the situation was so dangerous and erotic that it made his head spin with impatience.
'Are you warm enough, Harry? - whispered Astoria. "Do you want more blanket?"
She turned her head to smile at him, then placed a kiss on the tip of his rapidly hardening penis through his sweatpants. He felt the last of his excitement disappear as he looked at his mother and saw that her attention was still focused on the television.
"I could use more," he whispered.
He pulled the blanket into place to cover Astoria's head and his crotch, sliding his sweatpants halfway down in the same motion. He didn't know if his boldness surprised her, and frankly, he didn't care. He'd had enough of her teasing and needed to come.
He gently stroked her cheek under the blanket, drawing her face closer to his manhood. He felt rather than heard her laugh and kissed her again, this time only through the thin material of his boxers. Harry was too aroused to stop himself from slowly sliding his cock out of his boxers and letting it brush the soft skin of her cheek.
Part of him wanted to force Astoria to understand
understand how demanding his desire could be if he continued his teasing. Again the thought of the remote control and the Magic Pulse crossed his mind and he wondered if finding it had been a mistake. He should never have gone down that road, never have thought of his mother and sisters as sexual beings with secrets and quirks.
But he did, and now he was here. He gently drew Astoria's lips to his cock and had to stifle a moan when he felt her lips trace the side of his under the blanket. She moved away from his touch, sliding her head out from under the blanket while covering him. Was she staring at him? Understandable, but she had started the game. He just wanted to finish.
He stroked the side of her face tenderly and gently guided her back under the blanket. He felt her hot lips press against the tip of his penis and almost moaned as the wetness engulfed the head of his member. She licked, kissed and slowly slid it into her mouth, shifting the blanket slightly as she began to bob her head up and down.
The sensation was unreal. He stroked her cheek, encouraging her with small movements, so lost in pleasure that he could not think clearly. He hoped his mother wouldn't look at him, as much for what his face would show as for what was happening below.
The movement was incredibly obvious, even as he covered her with the blanket. He had to watch his mother carefully to see if she was looking in their direction, which only heightened the illicit aspect of what was happening. Astoria's lips were heaven, hot and wet perfection. He began to rock his hips, fucking her face with increasingly lustful motions. He knew she was greedy. He didn't care.
Astoria let out a muffled, sweet moan. Harry froze and looked at his mother. Bellatrix had shifted sideways in her chair and seemed to be asleep or close to it.
He reached down, intending to finish in Astoria's mouth. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and they both froze. Daphne was coming downstairs.
"Mum's asleep," Daphne said, looking in their direction but not really at them. 'I think you've got that out of the way.
"It looks like it. Harry stroked Astoria's hair and she sucked on it in small motions. "I still want to finish it though.
"This is the last scene, Sherlock," Daphne said. "It shows how much you've been paying attention to the plot.
"Do you always have to be so rough?" he muttered.
Astoria made a small sound, which he heard and felt on his cock.
On his cock. He kept his face as neutral as he could, aware of how suspicious Daphne could be.
"You make it easy, little brother," Daphne said.
She picked up another quesadilla and went back upstairs. Harry was so close, but Astoria chose that moment to move her mouth away. She slid out from under the blanket and kissed his neck.
"Do you want me to put another one on?" she whispered.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her close, rubbing his cock against her soft ass.
"Put it on," he whispered.
