james took over this chapter and i'm not sorry about it lmao xx
WARNINGS: taboo brother-in-law, fondling, sexism, fat kink, student/teacher, masturbation, phone sex, cumplay, mentions of group sex and anal
The next several days progress very nicely.
"Real women wear dresses and skirts," Vernon whispers to her the morning after the dishes dicking, when she ambles down to breakfast in a pair of tight jeans and a jumper. He'd cornered her as she was coming through the doorway, those beady blue eyes of his taking her in as she approached. He glances over his shoulder, sees that Mum is busy at the stove and Petunia at the counter dishing up his breakfast, so feels free to lift his hand to run a quick thumb across her bottom lip. "And bright red lipstick."
Lily just gives him a skittish little nod, tucking the information in her back pocket. It confirms that she's on the right track. Vernon clearly gets off on the idea of turning his pretty young sister-in-law into his secret slag, dressing her up as both angel and whore in skirts but slut lipstick. He probably went to bed last night beating his meat to the thought of her pert pink mouth slobbering red lip stain all over his wet dick. The idea that he clearly thinks himself such an irresistible man and manipulator makes Lily want to roll her eyes…but admittedly, it also makes her super wet. She can't help that she adores a little roleplay, and who doesn't love a simpering ingénue fallen into a taboo affair? Besides, she's spent most of the fall term eagerly serving as Professor Slughorn's ever-accessible cumslut, so now she's got a bit of a fat older man fetish. Vernon might be unbearable, but if his cock is even half as thick and delicious as Slughorn's, Lily is going to thoroughly enjoy having that giant body rutting over hers.
After lunch, she comes down from her room in a flirty little linen skirt and her deepest, thickest red lipstick.
"Christmas colours," she tells her dad when he comments on the make-up, and only shoots a small look at Vernon, who sits on the couch with a satisfied grin. He seems to need to squirm and adjust himself, and Lily coquettishly twirls her hair." 'Tis the season."
But for all his opinions on her clothes, Lily supposes that she should not be surprised when Vernon somehow manages to find her when she's out of hers—namely, the very next day as she's departing the loo in just a towel after her morning shower. The toilet is just down the corridor from Lily's bedroom, a mere ten meters, if that. So when Vernon manages to pop out of Petunia's bedroom just as Lily is approaching her door, she quickly realises he had to be lying in wait. The timing is simply too precise, too planned. And Vernon is shit at playing casual.
"Good morning!" he greets, entirely too over-eagerly. He barely has the words out before his eyes are roving her body, his mustache twitching as he takes her in from toes to tits. The latter is where his eyes seem to linger the most. Lily hadn't planned this, so the towel she has wrapped around her body is not as skimpy as it could be, but the Evans family is firmly working-class. Everything they own has a homey if slightly shabby air. And the somewhat threadbare towel she has secured beneath her armpits is hardly an exception.
Lily knows how to take advantage of a moment. Playing at nervously adjusting her towel, she really only manages to lower it across her chest as she scrunches the fabric in her fists, giving a better vantage of her generous cleavage.
"Good morning," she murmurs.
"Hold there," Vernon says, and suddenly, somehow, he is completely pawing at her left tit, rubbing across the top but ultimately giving the whole large globe a good palming, and only pulling back after an obvious linger. "Missed a bit of soap," is his explanation.
"Thank you," Lily says, but frankly she is holding back a raucous laugh at how heavy-handed this sod is. She's also gotten herself desperately horny with all this play, and has to seriously bite back the urge just to drop her towel now and climb the man's hefty body and begin to furiously hump.
Settle, girl, she orders herself. He's moving this along quickly enough for the both of you.
Which Vernon only reaffirms, when he leans in close and asks, "Are you going to put on something pretty for me?"
Lily lets out a little giggle, and playfully slaps at Vernon's shoulder in way that sets her tits bouncing.
"Vernon!" she scolds, but shoots him a lingering look over her shoulder as she sashays into her bedroom…and does indeed come out wearing a short dress and her whorish lipstick.
Admittedly, skirts and dresses do make things easier. On day four, when Mum and Dad are out doing some last minute shopping and Petunia is making Vernon's lunch while he "rests" in her room, Lily grabs the telephone and sits against the very thin wall that separates her bedroom from Petunia's. She rings James to very quietly update him on her progress, then listens with rapt attention as her boyfriend relays the beginning of his holidays. It seems that his mother had hired a new maid over the fall term, and Sirius and James had already convinced the silly little thing to serve as their Christmas treat. That morning, when she was meant to be making beds, the maid was instead being rolled around James's, screaming and squealing in ecstasy as the Potter-Black team took turns making messes of her holes.
"Tell me more," Lily murmurs, having already thrust her wooly tights down her legs and now easily flipping up her knee-length skirt. The fabric rusches around her hips as she spreads her knees, slipping her hand down to play at her tiny thong. She pushes the flimsy material aside and dips two fingers into her already primed snatch. It's hot heat and tight suction, and she lets out a loud moan.
Right, deliberately, against the wall.
I hope you're up from your rest, Vernon. Enjoy the show.
"She's a dim little pleaser, I'll tell you that," James chuckles, voice low across the phone line. "Barely knows a thing, but lets us do whatever we want. Told her the only lube we'd use before stuffing her arse was our own cum, so if she wanted any grease to ease the way, she'd better earn herself a few loads. Bint let us face fuck her for an hour, getting enough jizz. Then she let us dump it in her back hole and I swear, sliding in there was like a fucking dream. You know I love a sloppy hole. And she's proven herself a real ass slut, so looks like she'll get herself another back hole creampie later."
Lily moans loudly again, beginning to thrust her fingers harder and higher up her cunt.
"You're such a bastard," she breathes, but knows he can hear her smile, even though the phone. "Poor little thing is going to become totally depraved and it's entirely your fault."
"She likes it," James defends, and she can hear his grin too. "Just like you do. How wet are you right now, pet? How do your fingers feel pumping your slutty cunt?"
"So good," she whimpers, turning her head so her cries sound even closer to the thin wall. She lets out a few more breathy keens, and moves her thumb until it presses against her swollen clit. She thinks she hears movement on the other side of the wall, and immediately gets louder. "More."
"More?" James's voice is getting breathier too. Lily has no doubt he's fished that big, long cock of his from his trousers and has begun to fist it. "That's what she was crying too, as I slipped into her cunt. So Sirius shoved his prick right in too. We double-stuffed her hungry hot hole and she took it all."
"Yes," Lily cries, grinding down her thumb, circling her clit in tight, firm circles. "Oh god, oh god…"
"Tomorrow, we're going to fuck her in the morning room," James continues, grunting. "Catch her as she's bent over a settee…make sure the door is open…let the whole house hear what a slut she is…like you want your whole house to hear you now, hm? Getting yourself off at your boyfriend fucking other women? Letting that shit in the next room hear you whimper?"
Lily's next moan is long and hard. She can practically feel the vibrations thrumming from her room straight into Petunia's, and she knows Vernon can hear. She knows it and she gushes as her fingers pump.
"Vernon," she mewls, though she's not sure he'll be able to make out the word, so she adds a few hums and breathy cries too.
But James can, and he laughs.
"Reckon I might tip off Father tomorrow, have him 'stumble' through the open door as Sirius and I are cock-deep in our new toy." James's exhales have sped up. His panting is clear and consistent over the line. "Could use another good dick if we want to flood the slag's arse again. And it's been awhile since Father shared one of our cunts." A short pause. "He asked about you, you know."
This time, the loud moan expels from Lily almost accidentally. Her pussy gives a long, heady pulse and she has to stop pumping for a moment, sweaty and breathless. Her hair is sticking to her neck and her head lolls hard against the wall as she begins to methodically finger herself again.
" 'When are you bringing her home, James?' he asked. I said I didn't know, but to make up for it, I showed him a few pictures of you. That one I took last week, of the pretty facial I gave you between lessons. One of you and the lads, before the full moon. And that one you slipped me from the last…private party you had with Slughorn. Father liked that most of all. Said a good Potter wife knew how to…make connections. And you were making them on your knees with five of the most powerful men in the Ministry."
"If you think," Lily gets out between breathy gasps, pussy creaming, "that I am about to come round your house to let you and your father and whoever else you bloody well like use me like you're using your little creampied maid slut…you are incredibly right."
James's wild laugh turns into another groan, and Lily frigs even tighter circles around her needy clit as she pictures it—her body caught between the refined elderly Potter senior, and his lithe, dashing son. Both grinding into her with reckless abandon, grabbing her hair, forcing her body to bend and open to their pleasure, her gripping cunt and her hot mouth, and—yes—her tight little back hole that she will eagerly let them stuff with jizz until their cocks slip right in. She is a depraved little whore and fucking proud of it.
And she is close—so close—and she pants and cries and moans with it.
"Please," James huffs, but his words are growing even more jagged too, even more breathy. "I bring you home, and I'll be lucky if I get to touch you for a week. He'll lure you up to his room and keep you 'proving yourself worthy to be a Potter' in his bed until you're fucking pregnant."
"Poor darling," Lily giggles, as her pussy pulses in ecstasy. She should not be getting herself off at the idea of being mindlessly plowed and bred by her boyfriend's father, but… oops. "I'm sure he'll let you join us occasionally. And if not, you always have your maid."
"I'll have you cleaning her up once I finish with her," James grunts, sharp and catching. She can hear the slapping of his dick over the line, matches his furious panting and jacking with her own movements, her own progressive mewls and moans. "Fuck…fuck…yeah, licking it up…all my hot cream out of her ass and cunny…all over your fucking face…yeah…"
"Vernon!" Lily whimpers one last time, but the breathy scream she expels as her orgasm finally crashes over her, her slick velvet walls clamping around her fingers, her body shaking and vibrating, is all for James and his twisted, delicious imagination.
It takes her awhile to come down from her high, hot and sticky and out of breath. She pulls her fingers out of her cunny and gives them a little lick, leaning against the wall and imagining her future brother-in-law on the other side, pumping out his own feverish cum to her slutty show. She wonders what it will taste like, what it will feel like when he inevitably lets it fly across her body, her tits, her face. He's a big man. She hopes he creams like a maniac.
Yum.
"Go seduce your fucking brother-in-law," James mutters, before he hangs up. "Then we can get back to making our plans."