WARNING: The story contains scenes of a sexual nature, including a teenaged girl (who is of legal age) having sex with an older man. If stuff like this bothers you, then leave now.
AN: Wait, what's this? I managed to crank this chapter so soon after the last one, when it was several months between the first two? I think I've mentioned before that how quickly I churn out a chapter depends on my enthusiasm for writing and my mood, and the last few days have been particularly in both regards. So lucky you. The reviews you guys sent also helped in a big way as well, so thanks to all those who did review.
You'll be pleased to note that this chapter will involve Rose, which many of you have been clamouring for. The next chapter, which will be the final one, will have Harry, Hermione and Rose, and while I won't promise it'll be out any time soon, mostly to prevent you guys getting your hopes up, I have a pretty good idea on where I want to go with it, so I think you guys have cause to be optimistic.
Also last chapter I mentioned about possibly having multiple endings. Well, I thought about I decided not to. However in order to keep my fan base, I'm not actually going to tell you how I'm going to end. I will say that while it might not be exactly what you want, I think most people will enjoy. And I'm not saying any more on the issue than that, so don't bother asking.
Next, the reviews. Again thanks to everyone who did review. I think the reviews for this story basically doubled in the last 10 days so that's awesome. However I will point out the problem with guest reviewers is that while I have no problem with people reviewing anonymously (and given the nature of my stories, that's probably a very good idea), you should not ask questions in reviews if you are expecting a response. Most of my stories are one shot and it looks convoluted if I answer reviews from one story in another.
However against my better judgement, I will respond to some guest reviews here that caught my attention.
Firstly, for the person who identified themselves as 'Hmm'. Ron is listed as a character of the story because, funnily enough he is a character in the story, and he is a central part of the story even if he doesn't get a lot of screen time as it were and spends what screen time he does get getting bashed. Furthermore, in the summary it clearly states that there is character bashing, and it shouldn't take that much to work out who will be getting bashed, although maybe that was too subtle.
Bottom line, while I see your point, there were plenty of warnings that there was character bashing in the story before you even started reading the story, and it only would have become more evident as you started reading. But while I won't remove Ron from the character list for my reasons given, I will add in the summary that the bashing is directed at Ron.
Secondly, to the guest reviewer who suggested I do an alternate bad ending where Hermione and Rose end up getting used by Owens' gang, yeah no that's not happening. I would need to be in a very dark place emotionally to write that, and I get the feeling that if I were in such a dark, writing smut is probably the last thing I'd want to do.
Finally, to psp reader, I do have accounts on both aff net and hpfanfictionarchives, although you won't find these stories there. I find FFnet much easier to use and I can't really be bothered uploading the same story twice. Terrible I know but it's the truth. However, should FFnet purge my stories they will appear on those sites. But let's not jinx it.
One last note before we get on with the story. I have put up a new poll and several new story ideas on my profile for you guys to vote on. Now I need to be clear, this poll is NOT for which story I will do next. There are many things that lead me to write a story, this poll being merely one of them. This poll is to simply see how many people will be interested in which story. So yeah, go ahead and vote if you feel so inclined.
Now with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story and feedback is always appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
As so often happened, Harry once again found himself walking up the familiar path that led to the front door of the Weasley's home, although in this instance he was perhaps a tad eager. His arrangement with Hermione to pay back the money they had borrowed to cover Ron's less than stellar life choices had been going on for a whole month and while he had taken every opportunity to delight in his very willing best friend, events this past week had conspired against him, and therefore he and Hermione had not had the chance to partake in their favourite pastime. The last time he had slept with his lover was on Saturday night and it was now Thursday afternoon, the longest he had gone without Hermione in his arms since their arrangement had begun.
The Sunday after their last coupling, Hermione was required to attend one of the usual Weasley family gatherings, something he was no longer invited to since his bitter divorce from Ginny. Monday he had promised to spend the day with Lily from some father-daughter bonding, although the short sundress she had worn only distracted Harry with thoughts from his lover's naked flesh. Tuesday, he and Ron, along with James, Albus and Hugo, had gone to watch Puddlemere, James' favourite team, absolutely annihilate Ron's beloved Chudley. The outing had been fun, but Ron's alternating glares, when he could pull his eyes away from the pitch long enough, had grown rather tiresome. Not to mention it wasn't really what Harry wanted to be doing.
Wednesday he had been free but unfortunately, Hermione hadn't. She had been invited to give a gathering of notable academics, and the witch could not afford to pass up an opportunity like this, even if it was from a group of people who had up until now, largely ignored her and any ideas she had thus far presented. Her career had been stunted, despite being such a venerated figure for her role in the war, mostly because of her status as a woman and as a muggle born. Still, if the meeting had gone well, it meant that Hermione would be able to do what she had always wanted, even if it was a little late in life.
It was another reason why Harry was so eager to see Hermione. He wanted to hear how it had gone and if there was anything he could do to improve her chances. And of course he wanted to have sex with her. Really badly in fact.
It was why he was slightly disappointed when he knocked on the Weasley's front door and it was not answered by his lover, but by her eighteen year old daughter, Rose. "Uncle Harry, hi," the young girl exclaimed, not seeing his flash of disappointment as she rushed to embrace him in a powerful hug very similar to her mother's. "It's been ages."
"Rose I didn't realise you were back," Harry said, easily embracing his favourite niece. "Is your mother home?"
"Aw, you mean you didn't come to see me?" Rose teased, giggled as her uncle stammered an excuse. "It ok Uncle Harry, I only got back yesterday. Sorry but Mum isn't home. She and Dad had to go meet with the goblins about their debts."
Inwardly, Harry cursed his luck that he would have to wait longer still for some time with Hermione. "Right then, I guess I'll catch up with her later," he said, making to turn to leave before he was stopped by his niece.
"Wait a second Uncle Harry," she said as she grabbed his wrist. "It's been ages since we've talked. Why don't you come inside for a bit and we can catch up?"
Harry saw the eagerness on Rose's face and it wasn't like he had anything he actually needed to do, other than screw Hermione again. "Sure I'd like that."
Shooting her favourite uncle a radiant grin, she pulled him inside her family home, letting him go to close the door and then lead them into the living room. As he followed her through the hallways, Harry's eyes couldn't help but appreciate how Rose had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She almost looked exactly like Hermione did at that age, the main difference being that Rose had inherited the famous Weasley red hair, albeit her own crimson locks were a bit darker than her father's own orange hair. Nor was her hair as bushy as her mother's, but was kept shorter, finishing just past her shoulders and had a slight wave to it. And the cloths she was wearing - a yellow tank top and a short red skirt - made him think very inappropriate thoughts about his favourite niece, thoughts that were not helped by the knowledge of him knowing what her mother, a woman who looked very similar to her, looked like naked.
However, as they walked and Rose hummed a little random tune, he was reminder that while his niece may look a lot like Hermione, they were two completely different people. Rose had inherited the more admirable traits of her parents, and was the perfect balance between them. She was intelligent, ambitious and hard working like her mother, yet like who father knew how to relax and have fun without someone pushing her into it. Harry reflected on Rose's personality as they entered the living room, and how she was absent some of her parent's worse traits, such as Hermione's need to judge everyone who disagreed with her and Ron's need to blame everyone else for everything bad that happens to him, but when they sat next to each other on the sofa, the same sofa he first had sex with Hermione on, and she folded her legs underneath her, causing her red skirt to rise up, drawing his eyes to her silky smooth thighs.
"So we missed you at dinner on Sunday," Rose started, either not noticing or not acknowledging her uncle checking her out.
Drawing his eyes from Rose's flesh, he responded to her statement. "Some of you did I'm sure," he said with a snort. "But I doubt your grandmother would have been happy to have me there."
The red haired girl laughed. "That's the understatement of the century," she said with a chuckle. "Granny and Aunt Ginny always get so mad when any of us calls you 'Uncle', saying that you aren't our uncle anymore. And you should have seen how they glared at Lily when she mentioned you were helping her secure that transfiguration apprenticeship that she was after."
Harry just shrugged. "She's my daughter, of course I was going to help her. Same with any of you kids, whether it's you or Hugo or Roxanne or Fred or anyone."
Rose smiled lovingly at him. "We know Uncle Harry, it's why you're still our favourite uncle, even if Aunt Ginny is a bitch and a slut," she said.
Harry laughed at her description of his ex-wife. "I dare you to say that to her face."
"I would so totally say it to her face," Rose boasted, before conceding with a grin. "Just not when Granny is in earshot. I'm too young to lose my hearing."
The dark hair wizards laughed again. "Probably shouldn't say it near your Mum either."
Rose shrugged her bare shoulders at the suggestion. "Where do you think I heard it from? And I know Mum has said that and worse to Aunt Ginny, although she used a bunch of words that I doubt Aunt Ginny could repeat, let alone understand."
Harry found himself wishing he could have been there to watch Hermione tear into Ginny. "But she was horrible at dinner," Rose continued on. "She and Granny basically went on and on about how it's your fault for every terrible thing that's happened to her, ignoring the fact that she lost her job at the Prophet because she couldn't keep her legs shut."
"Sounds about right," Harry said with a roll of his eyes.
"Grandpa and Uncle Bill and Uncle George kept trying to change the subject, but Granny and Aunt Ginny just wouldn't stop badmouthing you," she said, the annoyance she felt from that night clear on her face. "Hugo and Fred weren't helping either. Aunt Ginny and Granny would finish their tirade, then one of them would ask 'So when's Uncle Harry coming around?' and then they'd just start on another speech about how monstrous you were. The boys seemed to think it was funny to keep setting them off."
Harry just laughed at her description of her brother and cousin. Fred had inherited his father's and his namesake's love of practical jokes and Hugo was more than willing to join in on the fun. He could quite easily see the two of them grinning like fools as the set Molly or Ginny off. "Sounds like them."
"Dad was almost just as bad as Granny or Aunt Ginny," said Rose, continuing with her story of the Weasley family dinner. "He was more than happy to join them in their 'Harry is the root of all evil' sessions'. Although it's Dad, so his arguments were a bit more basic."
As much as Harry would have liked to join his niece in verballing assassination her father's character, he felt that badmouthing a man in front of his child was particularly low, not that Ron would have, and apparently hadn't, granted him the same courtesy. Still Harry was already screwing the man's wife, so there really wasn't any reason to destroy whatever respect Rose had left for her father. "Rose, he's your father, you need to be a bit more respectful," he said, resisting the urge to add 'even if he is a complete and utter berk'.
However it seemed that Rose did not need his help in lowering her opinion of her father. "I give him the respect he deserves," she snorted. "He may be my father, but he doesn't know the first thing about being a father. As far as he's concerned, we only exist to get in the way of letting him do what he wants to do, which is to worship his precious Chudley."
Harry had known that things weren't great between Ron and his children, but the venom that Rose said those words with informed him of the extent of how far he had fallen in their eyes. Of course he imagined that if Ron ever realised, which was unlikely, given how obtuse he was, then he would probably blame anyone and everyone, particularly Harry, before he even thought that it may be his fault. "But you should have heard him," Rose continued, unaware of Harry's reflections. "Like I said, it was basic stuff, but really venomous. Usually he just sits there stuffing his face and ignores Granny's and Aunt Ginny's Harry-bashing, but that night he was really determined to add his two Knuts. What did you do, screw his wife?"
Somehow Harry managed to choke on his own tongue at Rose's words, and the devilish smirk she shot him told him she knew what she was talking about. "Wha… Um… what?" he said, eloquently constructing his defence.
Rose just giggled at his stuttering. She moved closer to his position on the sofa, pressing her eighteen year old body against his older one. "Uncle Harry," she purred, the innocent title hinting at something more decadent. "Mum told me about your arrangement."
"Arrangement?" Harry queried, unwilling to confirm anything he didn't have to.
"Mmhmm," she said teasingly. "Mum told me that you paid off all of the dodgy debts taken out by my idiot of a father, and she pays you back by fucking you, and doing all the kinky stuff she'd never do for dad. And you wanna know what else she told me?"
"Wh-what did she told you," he stammered, the usually cool headed Auror at a lose to exactly what was happening.
"Mum told me that if you came by while she was out, then I should take care of you," she said with a seductive tone, and then leaned closer, pressing her teenaged breasts against his arm while she moved her mouth closer to his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down Harry's spine. "So why don't we go to my room and I'll 'take care of you',"
Without another word, Rose rose from her spot on the sofa and walked off in the direction of her room, her hips swaying in the same way that Hermione would sway hers. It never failed to get his blood pumping, and now was no exception. As she disappeared from his view, Rose shot her favourite uncle a seductive wink, before disappearing behind the wall, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts.
His first thought was that there was no way he could allow this to happen. Rose was still a teenager while he was in his forties. It was a massive age difference. Not too mention that she was his niece, regardless of that title technically being severed due to his divorce as she was still the daughter of his best friend. He had known her her entire life, surely that was a kind of taste that shouldn't be indulged. In fact there were many such immoralities tied to bedding Rose.
On the other hand, such immoralities were weakened with the knowledge that Rose certainly seemed willing, not to mention very eager. And despite the huge gap between their ages, she was still the legal age of consent which certainly helped. Furthermore, he apparently had permission from her parents, or at least from the one that mattered, not that he actually needed it.
As Harry continued to go through the arguments for and against going upstairs and doing Rose, he furiously shook his head. He must be reading too much into it. There was no way an attractive young girl like Rose would try to seduce her much older uncle, and it was just as unlikely she would actually receive her mother's permission and encouragement to do so. There must be some perfectly alternative and innocent reason why Rose suggested he come up to her room.
Despite the resolve that things couldn't be what they seem, the walk from the living room to Rose's room was torturous. The walk, barely a minute long, felt unbearably wrong, as the hall surrounded Harry with pictures of Rose growing up and pictures of innocence which became hard to reconcile with the flirtatious behaviour his niece was putting him through.
Harry walked through the door of Rose's room, to see his pretty niece sitting on her bed, her knees pressed against her chest and doing nothing to adjust her skirt to hide her simple white panties. She smiled mischievously at him when she noticed him looking at her cotton covered crotch. "Do you like them Uncle Harry," she asked in a teasing tone, spreading her legs further. "Or would you rather I take them off?"
"Er…" was the only response Harry seemed capable of forming, before his startled mind focused. "Rose, what exactly is going on here?"
"Exactly what I said," Rose explained. "Mum told me about how she's paying you back with her body, and asked if I could help out should you pop in and she was out."
Harry could only stare at his niece, still not quite believing this was actually happening. "And when your Mum said 'help out', what exactly did she mean?"
Rose just giggled. "Come on Uncle Harry, Dad's supposed to be the dense one, not you," she said lightly. "She meant she wanted me to fuck you. Obliviously."
She could see her beloved uncle struggling to come to terms with what she said. She imagined that he was having some internal battle between wanting to nail a hot young babe and the knowledge that that hot young babe was his best friend's daughter, so she decided to help him out with his decision making. "Come on Uncle Harry," she purred, grabbing the hem of her top and easily pulling it over her head, exposing her naked breasts to her uncle. "Come on to this bed and fuck your hot little niece. I've always wanted to fuck you."
"Really," Harry managed to strangle out, unable to take his eyes away from Rose's perky B cup breasts.
"Mmhmm," she replied. "You've always been so handsome and kind, the awesome favourite uncle. You were the first guy I ever fantasised about, the first guy I masturbated to on this very bed. Every guy I've had sex with, the only ever manage to get off when I'm thinking about you. I imagine it's your cock I'm sucking, not theirs. I imagine it's you pounding me into an amazing orgasm, or I imagine that it's you I'm riding like a broom, not those stupid little boys. I've had enough of boys thinking their Merlin's gift to witches, now I want a man."
Rose's description of some of the things she imagined him doing to her had two effects of Harry; firstly, the voice inside his head saying 'she's too young, she's your niece, it's wrong' was effectively squashed, like a very annoying bug under a very eager boot. The second is that is caused his pants to become very tight. His mind made up, Harry stepped forward towards the bed, but then was stopped when the topless Rose held out her hand, signaling him to stop moving. "Hang on a second Uncle," she said. "Before you do get on this bed, I want to see you naked first."
Harry rose a curious eyebrow at Rose, who simply smiled and giggled at him. Complying with his bossy niece, he began relieving himself of his cloths, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his socks before unbuttoning his grey shirt and unceremoniously tossing it to the corner of Rose's room, where it was soon joined by his black trousers and black boxer shorts. He had to laugh as now his niece was staring at him, his naked body evidently very appealing to the young woman. "Well, Rose," he began, his wits fully returned to him. "How do you like your old uncle now?"
The look she shot him was predatory and she merely licked her lips, yet remained on her spot on the bed. Harry, deciding not to waste any more time, moved towards her, sitting beside her on the bed and placing one arm around her naked shoulders while placing the other on one of her teenaged breasts, gently fondling the mound of flesh in his hand. Rose moaned in delight as her favourite uncle massaged her sensitive tit. "Like that do you," Harry asked huskily. "Your Mum likes having her tits played with as well."
"Mmhmm," the young woman hummed. "It feels so good."
Harry laughed at his nieces words. "Rose sweetie, we've only just started."
He then lowered his mouth onto her other breast and nimbly took her pink and erect nipple into his mouth, while moving the hand that had been on her breast southwards, slipping through the barrier created by her skirt and panties before finding her vagina, already soaked much to the older man's joy. Harry set to work on pleasuring his niece, using his mouth to suck, kiss and lick her breasts, alternating between the fleshy orbs, while using one hand to stroke and finger her increasingly wet pussy and using the one around her smooth shoulders to ensure she didn't move too much. Hermione got fidgety when he pleasured her like this and it quickly became apparent that her daughter was exactly the same. "Mmm, oh Merlin Uncle Harry," Rose moaned erotically.
Rose had often been told she was the perfect balance between her parents, with most of their good traits while either possessing none of their flaws or possessing them to a smaller extent. She was responsible and smart like her mother but knew how to have fun like her dad. It was because of these traits that Rose was no stranger to carnal activities. While studying for her NEWTs, she knew that sometimes she needed a break and relax, and her favourite way to relax was to hook up with guys for sex. She was discreet and made sure to guard herself against things like pregnancy and the like as well as choosing guys who wouldn't see her as easy yet wouldn't get attached either.
Scorpius was probably her favourite. He was kind and funny, despite the bitter relationship between her parents and his father, and was perhaps the most gifted of all her lovers at Hogwarts. Yet even he paled in comparison to her beloved uncle. Rose had never felt such pleasure before, and they were barely into the foreplay. It was like her was a piano and he was Mozart. Whether it was her breast or her vagina, his fingers and lips knew all the right places to touch and she quickly found herself approaching her orgasm. "OH… oh yes," she cried as she came, her walls squeezing around Harry's fingers while her whole body shook.
Harry smirked to himself at a job well done as his niece came, but he knew that they were a long way from finished. Using Rose's befuddled state to his advantage, he quickly maneuvered himself around her so that the both of them were resting on their sides, although pointing in opposite directions. He then moved her skirt out of the way and grabbing the elastic band of her panties, quickly pulled the garment from her body and threw it, paying no attention to its final destination. With her underwear gone, Harry was treated to the sight of her glistening honey pot, made so by the orgasm he gave her. Wasting no more time, he latched his mouth onto her crotch, licking up her discharge and gliding his tongue along her lips, paying special attention to her sensitive clit.
Rose had little time to recover as she came down from one orgasm only to have her uncle devouring her womanhood and working on her second. Like before he knew exactly how to work her, hitting all the right spots with the right balance of finesse and enthusiasm. However unlike before, Rose was not content to remain a passive recipient anymore. Seeing her uncle's manhood, rock hard and larger than any she had ever seen before in her young life, she grasped the large piece of man mean in her tiny hands and brought her mouth it, placing the head in her mouth and sucking it like she would a lollypop. The vibrations she felt in her nether regions from Harry moaning into it as he ate her out encouraged her and took more of him into her mouth.
Harry had trouble concentrating on his task. His niece was slowly working more and more of him into her mouth, although was unable to take the whole thing. Yet the feeling of her trying to get as much of his cock into her mouth as possible was exhilarating, and the taboo nature of their coupling heightened his pleasure even more so. He tried to focus on his own job, focussing on how delicious her juices were, or how her small hums of pleasure were music to ears, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as Rose became more and more enthusiastic about blowing him.
Unknown to the older man though, his niece's increased effort came from her approaching orgasm and her desire to make her uncle cum before she did. She tried increasing the suction she was putting on his manhood, and the sharp groan from her uncle let her know she was onto something. However, once again the masterful fingers on Harry Potter pushed her over the edge, and her mouth flew off of his cock. "Oh MERLIN UNCLE HARRY," she cried from her penis free mouth.
Harry smirked as his face was covered with the younger woman's juices, eagerly lapping them up as she came. Certainly he missed the feeling of her mouth on his flesh rod, and would have liked nothing more than to blow his load down her throat, but making pleasuring his young niece and giving her an unforgettable experience was worth. Besides, he wanted to be inside her tight, wet pussy when he came. "Merlin, how are you so good," Rose panted, her naked flesh flushed with pleasure.
"You're more like your mother than you think," her uncle responded, shifting his body so he was face to face with the young red head. "Your bodies are almost exactly the same, obviously age differences aside, and you like the same things. And seeing as I've spent almost every day for the past month having sex with your Mum, I happened to know very well what she likes. I just figured you being her daughter, the same tricks would work on you."
Rose smiled with reddened cheeks to hear her uncle's words. She had always idolised her mother, and greatly enjoyed hearing from people how alike they were. To hear that she and her mother were alike in his way, from a man who had been, or at least very soon would be, intimate with both of them, made her feel closer to her mother.
Harry, glad to make his niece smile like that, decided that it was his turn. "Lie on your back," he gently commanded. "I want to be inside you, and seeing as you've already come twice, I think it's my turn, don't you?"
Rose giggled as she shifted herself onto her back and spread her legs wide open. "After those orgasms who can do whatever you want to me," she said teasingly.
"Maybe later," said the dark haired man and he crawled on top of her, once again moving her red skirt out of the way. "Right now I just want to fuck you."
Placing himself between her legs, Harry then grasped his rod and inserted the tip between her lips, before quickly following through. Rose gasped at the sudden, and Harry gritted his teeth to stop himself from doing the same. She was tight, tighter than he was expecting and tighter than Hermione had been when he first fucked her, although Rose did have the advantage of not giving birth to two children. Yet this didn't stop him from voicing his observations. "Merlin's balls you're tight," he moaned as he steadily picked up speed with his movements.
"Oh… ah… it's…," Rose moaned, her uncle's talent for pleasure plus his size once again robbing her of proper speech. "you're… my god… so big… AH."
The young woman continued to form coherent thoughts, let alone complete sentences. She knew he was bigger than any of her past lovers, yet never had the fact been more evident than when he slid himself between the lips of her vagina. The way he stretched her walls was delicious, and his cock was so large that it managed touch all her pleasure spots. If this was even a fraction of what her mother felt every time she and her uncle had sex, then Rose didn't blame her in the slightest for screwing Harry every chance she got. And she couldn't help but wonder, what the hell had Aunt Ginny been thinking when she had given this up. "Oh Merlin yes," she cried as the tip of Harry's cock reached her deepest void. "Fuck yessss…. harder Uncle Harry… harder, please."
His niece's moan were sweet music to his ears as his thrusts became quicker. "What was that little Rosie," Harry asked, teasing her with a childhood nickname. "What does my sweet little niece want her uncle to do?"
"Fuck… please… just fuck me…," pleaded the young woman as she wrapped.
"Well you did say please," he said, nonetheless fulfilling her requests.
Rose barely registered his teasing comment, overwhelmed by the fine piece of manhood inside her. "More… please uncle… fuck me… harder… faster… Merlin… soooo close."
Harry, who knew that neither of them were far off finished, continued to talk dirty to his niece. "Is that what you want Rosie," he said, his movements never letting up and he continued to fuck the young woman writhing underneath him. "For your dirty old uncle to keep fucking you? Like I do to your mother almost every day? That's what you want isn't it Rosie? To be my slut just like your Mum is."
Rose's moan filled reply as she quickly approached completion was exactly what Harry wanted to hear. "Yes Uncle Harry… I'll be your slut… just like Mum… just please… don't stop… fucking meeeEEEEE," the red haired witch begged as she came, her current orgasm dwarfing the sensations of the previous two combined.
With his niece writhing in what could only be exquisite ecstasy and her walls contracting tightly around his sensitive member, Harry quickly joined his current lover in orgasmic bliss. "Fuck… take my load, Rose… take my cum like your mother… you're my slut now," he grunted as he painted her insides white with his semen.
Rose, who was more than content to lie there with her eyes closed while her uncle came in her, was overcome by a warm feeling as the results of Harry's orgasm filled her to the brim. She felt his thrusts gradually slow before stopping completely, and was disappointed with the feeling of emptiness as he pulled his hard member from her womanhood. She was about to comment on it, however whatever she was going to was immediately by a loud yell from her bedroom door.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!"
Rose felt her Uncle Harry move himself off of her and she opened her eyes to see, standing at the threshold of her bedroom, was her father, face red with pure rage and her mother, looking amused at the scene before her.
"Hello Rose, Harry. Did you two have fun?"
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