WARNING: Graphic Lemon.
22 May 2005
Remus Lupin, try as he might could not stop thinking about the women he had hired to help care for his many children. She had help during the day of course, when all the children were home. But in the evenings he was alone with her all night. The tension was thick for him like a scarf too tight around his throat. He tried not to notice her wet hair and barely contained body after her showers. He tried not to imagine her touching herself in her room just down the hall. He tried not to come home early, so he could watch her bathe the children.
He tried not to watch her tight butt as she leant down to place one of his babies in a crib and tried not to, long to want to touch it. It was all so wrong, but he wanted her and no matter how much he talked himself out of it, he still had to relieve himself after spending the night in her presence. He tried to punish himself, pinching his nipples so hard they went purple, but when he enjoyed it he was left feeling guilty for days.
On this quiet afternoon, Remus returned to his house in the middle of the day, while his youngest children were napping and the others visited their grandmother Andromeda and big brother Teddy on his birthday. Entering threw the kitchen door, he wondered if there was any leftover's in the fridge from last night's dinner, he could have for his lunch. As he open the fridge and spied the meatloaf and mash, next to the eighteen bottles lined up for his infants, he wondered if Lucy wanted some lunch.
Making his way through the living area, stepping over the toys littering the floor and was meet at the hall to the bedrooms by heavy breathing and stifled moans. 'What on earth! Has she got someone in there?' Jealousy began to burn, surprising him; he hadn't known he liked her that much. Walking quietly down the hall he stared, her door was more than ajar.
He got more than enough of a view of Lucy's white body, bouncing up and down on a young man's. Maybe six feet tall, sweat in his dark blond hair, while he held her small waist, looking into face. He had never seen the boy before; he must have been only twenty-five and Lucy's buff boyfriend? Not that he was even aware she had one. Lucy let out a moan, covering her mouth, so it would seem, as not to wake the sleeping babies.
Remus tried to back up, but in his shock, he stumbled on his feet and the male youth glanced over at the hall, seeing Remus, he jumped and exclaimed. "Lu!" Lucy started to say "what is it bab.." but stopped when she realised he was looking into the hall. Remus had frozen the moment her lover had seen him, deer in the headlights. 'Great!' Turning she saw her boss's shocked face and him finally getting the use of his legs back and bolting out the front door to his left.
Remus sat on his doorstep stunned, staring out across his yard, not really seeing anything expect the jealously fuelled images running through his head of himself cursing that young man's private parts off and laughing about it. This thought scared him. He was brought back to his senses when, the young man in question, ran pass the yard, manhood intact and dressed, having gone out the way Remus had come in.
A fully clothed Lucy stepped out the front door and sat awkwardly on the step beside him. "Sir I..." she started. How old earth do you explain what just happen. Remus breath caught when she called him Sir. He hadn't asked her to call him that, but she seemed have noticed he liked it. 'Lucy, the kids...' he managed to gasp out. Shock gave him few words. "I'm sorry Sir, they sleep very well in the afternoon, if they had woken, I promise I would have tended them. I just thought I had time. If I ever thought you might come home when you did..." she trailed off, words failing them both. They sat in awkward silence. Saved finally from further discussing the matter, when one of the six months olds cried out. 'I better...'Lucy choked. Remus could only nod.
6 June 2005
'Old Wizard Donald had a farm..." Pausing in her song, Lucy looked to each of the six; five year olds sitting with her in a circle in the living area, the kids all replied in unison "E I E I Oooo" Remus watched the children's excited faces. "And on that farm he had some..." Lucy paused again and the children replied. Not so much in unison this time. Most of the children replied "owls!" but one, Angelique Ginny Lupin, five years old, was an opinionated little spark. Her blond hair was usually purple at the tips like she had dipped them in dye.
The tips of her hair were now bright red and her normally purple eyes, sparkled with gold, which meant she was determined. Angelique or Angie as she liked to be called was a rebel and always like to be the odd one out. Her choice of animal "baby brother" and another chorused of "E I E I Oooo" The other five children, dissolved into laughter at their sisters joke. Remus smiled at the group from the kitchen where he stood sipping at his tea which had gone cold while he watched.
He wished he could enjoy the children's laughter like a good father should, but it was Lucy's cleavage in her white cotton tank top, he watched as she lend forward to tickle his daughter and it was her bubble butt in her skin tight three-quarter jeans, as it rose into the air when, Angie squealed and scooted out of her reach, he watched. Remus fled the room as the sextuplets jumped on top of their nanny. "Tickle MONSTER!" Yells and excited laughing exploded after him as he shut his door behind him.
'Thunk' the back of his head banged the door as he leant against it. 'There is something wrong with me. Yuck!' He hated himself right now. He hated himself a lot of the time. He hated that he was hard right now. He hated he had to relieve himself or he would go mad, if he wasn't already. But he didn't want it to feel good. Pinching himself wasn't working. He felt sick, he liked it; he had to think of new ways to punish himself.
Locking his door, he went to his dresser; opening it he found his tools; his bottle of Fire Whisky 1876, a pair of black lace knickers and his noose. His hands shook as he picked them up. Taking them to his bed he tied the noose to the head-board and took a long drink from his bottle. It burned his throat but he didn't cough, he was used to it, it was a relief.
With his Dutch courage, he slipped out of his pants and lay down on the bed, fitting the noose around his neck. Tightening it he wiggled down in the bed until it pulled roughly and slightly painfully at his neck. Placing the lace, over himself, he grabbed his manhood he began. 'I'm sick' he thought to himself.
A/N please review! Thanks. Awww poor Remy!
