Manic Smile
A/N- Part one of two. The next part wil be up soon. Remember to read and review.
IMPORTANT: This story contains sexual situations and incest. If you are uncomfortable with this, please do not read on.
The dark haired woman stared at Sirius. God, she'd changed. Bellatrix was no longer the shy, awkward looking girl she had been. She had grown into a voluptuous temptress, from her shadowed eyes, to the perfectly cupped breasts and throaty voice.
"She's your fucking cousin…" Sirius thought to himself.
It was difficult to remember this apparent fact, when Bellatrix stood as close as this… looking up into his face with a slight, knowing smile upon her face.
She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and caught a piece of his hair around her finger, twisting it about, still smiling that manic smile, and bringing her face to within an inch of Sirius' own. His grey eyes broke contact with her hazel ones, and his gaze drifted down her body, as she pressed herself into him.
"Why are you resisting, cousin?" She asked with a smirk. His only reply was a soft moan as she pressed against his rapidly hardening cock. She moved her head, bringing their cheeks into contact, as she whispered in his ear.
"I've seen you, you know. And not just this time." She jerked her head, to indicate the party going on downstairs. Family gatherings had always been so tedious for Sirius. He had been disowned by his father some time ago, but he had slipped into this particular gathering unnoticed, merely to see her face again. She had looked up from a conversation with his mother, and she had seen him in the shadows of the room. Nobody had noticed him. Only her.
"You were at Cissy's wedding reception too…" Sirius made to deny this, but she silenced him, placing a finger over his lips.
"Don't worry. I won't tell a soul."
She half closed her eyes then, and brushed his lips lightly with her own, teasing him, making him want more. He began to respond, but she pulled away from him, and took his hand, leading him along the landing corridor. He followed meekly as she went ahead, still gripping onto his hand.
She came to a heavy oak door, and pushed it aside, to reveal a bedroom, shrouded in dust sheets. Sirius let go of her hand, and pushed the door shut with his foot. She spun around to face him, and was surprised to find a look of unrestrained hunger on his face, as his eyes roved her body. He pulled out his wand, and muttered a spell to lock the door. Bellatrix peered at him through her lashes, and pushed a strand of dark hair away from her face. There it was again… that manic smile. Sirius strode over to her, determined to wipe that smile from her face, once and for all.
His steps echoed around the room, the wooden floors creaking at each tread. He paid no heed to them. He reached his cousin, and with a noise resembling a snarl, caught her in his arms, taking her ruby lips fiercely. He wrapped his arms around her, and took hold of her waist, holding her to his body, making her feel his stiff member through the thin fabric of her black dress. Now it would be her turn to moan…
She bit his lip, causing blood to form and be passed between their two mouths. He frowned, but continued regardless of the pain. Sirius pulled away, and saw that Bellatrix looked flushed, and was breathless too. He smirked.
They were close to the large, four poster bed, upon which rested a dust sheet. He reached over, and threw it to the floor, in a sorry heap.