Author's Note: This one will have more graphic sexual encounters than my other stories, so it's not for the faint of heart! Oh, and I own nothing. J.K. Rowling is Queen.

Teddy Lupin was laying on the couch of his godfather's country home in Godric's Hollow, watching the wind push the curtains around through the open window. A storm was coming, and the sky looked forboding. He chewed on the end of quill that was still stuck in his mouth, thinking about his predicament.

He was the only man of his age not yet married. All of his old Hogwarts friends were happily settled with children and homes in the country and picnics on Sunday afternoons. He, on the other hand, had flitted from one romantic entanglement to the next for a decade, never seeming to settle down. He often blamed this on his untraditional upbringing—his parents had died when he was an infant, and he had been raised by a grief stricken grandmother and a too young godfather. However, he knew he couldn't really blame his lack of commitment to his childhood—after all, his godfather Harry had married at nineteen, and he grew up without parents as well. Teddy sighed. Growing up with Harry had been a blessing. Even thought the man was only seventeen years older than him, Harry had been the best father figure Teddy could have asked for. Their similarity in situations resulted in a closeness and understanding that he was sure he never could have found with anyone else. Harry and his wife, Ginny, had opened up their home to him from day one, treating him like a friend rather than a child, and including him in literally everything they did. He'd been there for the birth of their three children, the various family occasions that cropped up at Weasley family events, Harry's inauguration as an Auror, and his stint in St. Mungo's after a particularly dangerous mission went terribly wrong.

Even though Teddy had grown up with people who obviously loved him, he had still turned into a wandering, brooding lost soul. His job as a freelance journalist and novelist had earned him enough money to settle down and have almost anything he wanted, but instead he chose to keep a simple flat in London and flit between his grandmother's home (which he had inherited at her death five years ago), Harry's country home, and various inns across the English countryside.

He knew all this brooding was only coming out because his birthday was next week—and he was turning thirty. It was a major milestone, to be sure. Twenty somethings could pull off the whole "I'm a cool loner" act, but thirty felt like he should grow up and actually do something with his life. The question was-what?

His very first girlfriend, Victorie Weasley, who was three years his junior, was already married with two children of her own now. They still kept in touch, and were close friends, but he could tell that every time they had a long conversation Victorie left feeling relieved that she had moved on from Teddy and made a solid life for herself. After the split with Victorie, he had flirted and seduced his way through a number of witches from England and elsewhere, and even managed to sleep with a couple of muggles, which was extraordinarily impressive because of his metamorphagi status—his hair changed color on command, and this was difficult to control during the most, er, passionate moments of an affair.

He looked back out the window, still considering his future, and notice that it had started raining violently. He stood to close the windows when a redheaded figure came bounding up the front steps. He opened the door for her, and a very wet Lily Potter rushed into the house. "Thanks, Ted." She wrung out her hair. "It's awful out there."

"What are you doing here?" He asked in an unintentionally accusatory tone.

"Well, it is my house." She smiled broadly and shook out her coat.

"Sorry, that's not how I meant it."

"S'ok. I was in the area on assignment for the Prophet and I saw this rain coming so I decided to kill a few hours here. What about you?" Lily moved to the kitchen and put on a pot of tea, and as she did, Teddy couldn't help but notice how…sexy she looked.

"I'm just here being emo." He admitted. "Birthday week."

Lily nodded understandingly. Her birthday was, coincidentally, on the same day as his, only a decade later. He could clearly remember her every birthday as well as his own. A decade ago, she had whined because Albus and James refused to come home from Hogwarts for the Easter holidays to celebrate her birthday, and had secretly cried to her mother about it for the majority of the evening. Lily had been so annoying back then—constantly pestering him about his relationship with Victorie. He'd missed out on her teen years, only seeing her occasionally at Christmas, where she was usually quiet and avoiding the teasing of her older brothers. She was different now—long legged and curvy, with shoulder length straight ginger hair flowing over her creamy neck and shoulders. Her hazel eyes were a perfect combination of her mother's brown and her father's green. Teddy sat on the arm of the couch watching her strip off her wet sweater to reveal a clingy halter neck tank top, which plunged low over her breasts. He felt himself getting aroused, and was immediately ashamed. Lily was practically his sister!

"Want some?" Lily broke the silence and held up the teapot in question. He nodded mutely and she poured him a cup. They were larger than expected—her breasts, that is. He had either never noticed or never seen her in a revealing shirt, but for such a petite frame she was well endowed. His cock twitched. She sashayed over to him and handed him the teacup, sitting down opposite him in the chair next to the couch. Merlin, he thought. Her nipples were hard from the cold, very obviously protruding in her clingy wet shirt. He had the sudden urge to lick them.

He took a sip of his tea and tried to avert his eyes. "What was your assignment?"

"The wizard who broke into Gringotts has a house near Godric's Hollow, and I was supposed to check out what his economic situation is." She bit her lip. "Why are you being emo?"

He sighed. "I dunno. I'm turning thirty and I don't have a real life. I sort of just flit from thing to thing, person to person. Maybe it's time I grew up a little."

"Isn't that what artists are supposed to do? Flit from thing to thing?" she leaned closer to him, resting her elbows on her knees, her teacup still balanced between her slender fingers.

"You think I'm an artist?" he couldn't help but grin.

"Sure! I've read your novels, Ted, they're really creative. You have a way with words." She smiled a little shyly. He suddenly imagined whispering sweet nothings to her…or maybe something a little more risqué…

She stood up abruptly. "I'm staying the night here, but I can take the back bedroom."

"Okay." He continued to sit on the edge of the chair, watching her. Thunder rumbled outside loudly, and the room suddenly got a bit darker. "Looks like we'll be stuck insdie for a while—what about a game of wizard's chess to pass the time?"

"Yeah, okay." She grinned at him. "Let me go change first. I don't have anything with me, so I'll have to rummage around and see if Mum left any clothes here." Lily disappeared into the back of the house. When she didn't return in a few minutes, Teddy wandered back to see if anything was wrong. He found her searching the hall closet in vain—apparently her parents hadn't left any clothes when they last visited their country home.

"You can borrow a shirt of mine, if you need to." Teddy offered, secretly hoping she would. He wanted to see her long legs exposed.

"Really? Thanks, Ted. I might actually take a shower first, too." She shivered. Her clothes were still soaked through.

"Okay, I'll..uh..leave the shirt outside of the door."

Teddy heard the shower turn on and absently went back to sitting on the couch. He didn't move at all, but felt himself growing hard in his pants while he imagined Lily in the shower, the hot steam billowing up around her curvy body, her strawberry hair clinging to her naked back…what was getting into him?

As if he were imagining it, he heard Lily's voice calling out to him from inside the bathroom. "Teddy? Teddy, can you come in here please?"

He walked, zombie like, toward the bathroom door, and waited outside to make sure he'd heard correctly. "Lily? Is everything okay?"

"Can you come inside?" she replied. He obliged, cracking the door open. The room was completely filled with steam, and he could make out Lily's naked silhouette through the frosted glass door of the shower.

"Y-y-yes?" he stuttered.

"I forgot to get a bar of soap out of the cabinet, could you grab me one?" she asked innocently. He changed in his head over and over She's like your sister, she's Harry's daughter and she's like your sister… while he grabbed the soap and walked cautiously toward the shower door. He reached his hand out toward her, averting his eyes. "Thanks." She said softly, taking the soap from his hand. He started to walk away, but she grabbed his hand. "Teddy…" He opened his eyes and turned back toward her, only to find the shower door partially open, her torso leaning out toward him. Her face was only inches from his, and he dared himself not to look down, instead keeping his eyes focused directly on her own hazel eyes. They were full of a burning intensity that he hadn't seen anywhere else. Suddenly, she was wrapping her free hand around his neck and pulling his lips toward hers.

Teddy couldn't move for a moment. The conflicting feeling of Lily's lips moving aggressively against him and the voice in the back of his head screaming in protest battled for a moment, until his dick overruled the voice and stood at attention. Without thinking about it, he threw his own arms around her neck, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her face even closer, if that was possible. She moaned in pleasure at his response, and her hands immediately went to his shirt, pulling it swiftly over his head in a single fluid motion. In the moment that the were apart, he searched her eyes, wondering what this sexy young girl was thinking. He didn't have time to ask before her lips were back on his, and her nimble fingers were working on the zipper of his pants. Without realizing what had happened, he was suddenly naked and following her leading arm into the shower.

"Lily…"

"Shh. Don't say anything." She responded, kissing her way down his neck. He was literally blinded by lust, and followed her orders, deciding not to question what was happening at all. Instead, he threw himself into the tryst, turning her around abruptly and kissing down her back.

Twenty minutes later, they had made their way from the shower to the bathroom counter. Lily was perched on the sink while Teddy stood in front of her, pounding his hips as hard as he possibly could. She never seemed to be satisfied, and he was close to losing it. In a wave of inspiration, he grabbed her hair and pulled her off the counter, spinning her around so she was facing the mirror. He leaned down and whispered, "Look up." Her eyes snapped to the mirror as he entered her from behind, and their eyes locked in a moment that exceeded pure, animalistic passion. Something changed in Teddy as he pulsed in an out of Lily, gazing into her eyes and kissing her shoulder, and even though he wouldn't understand what was happening for a long, long time, he would never go back.