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Harry never managed to get the relief he was seeking. He was still in the middle of selecting his porn when his mother called him down for breakfast, emphasizing that it was her "special weekend buffet."
The smell was incredible even before he saw the food. Bellatrix had prepared a large coffee cake, waffles, a platter of sliced fruits, homemade hash browns with bits of bacon, as well as eggs and toast. She was wearing a silk kimono, black and pink with a floral print, which left little to the imagination.
Astoria was still in her tiny nightgown. Daphne was dressed in a loose shirt and shiny nylon shorts. Harry really regretted not spending an extra five minutes to rid himself of all the unpleasant thoughts and desires. He took a deep breath as he sat down, willing the blood to flow to more productive areas of his body.
Bellatrix smiled at him from across the table. "It's nice to have you home for the weekend, Harry. Any plans for your first Saturday back?"
Daphne sneered, stabbing a waffle with her fork. "As if he's cool enough to have plans for the weekend. Something tells me he'll spend most of it alone in his room."
Harry shot his sister with an irritated look. "Shut up, Daphne. To start with, I'm helping Astoria with her computer."
"That's nice of you!" their mother said.
She got up to grab the coffee pot, and the sash of her kimono loosened. Harry caught a glimpse of her cleavage as she leaned over the table to fill his cup. He quickly looked away, shifting in his seat again.
"Thanks, Harry," Astoria said softly next to him. "I don't need that much help. Just enough to get it back online."
Daphne yawned exaggeratedly and grabbed a piece of bacon from the platter. "So, Harryy-kun. Why do you look so tired this morning? And by the way, what happened to you last night?"
"Nothing happened," he said a bit too quickly. "I just hung out with a friend and then gave Astoria a ride home."
Daphne looked at Astoria. "Same for me," Astoria said. "Except Harry drove me home."
"Did you have a good time?" Bellatrix asked.
"Yes," Astoria replied. "I watched a movie and then spent time in the park with Ginny and her boyfriend."
"Alright," Bellatrix said. "I feel like I might be missing a part of this story."
"That's because you probably are," Daphne said with a smile. "Pass the syrup, dear brother."
Harry sighed, reaching for the bottle. Daphne irritated him with her questions and insinuations, but the way her nipples showed through her thin shirt made it shockingly hard to stay mad at her.
Bellatrix sat back down, and the neckline of her kimono dropped low. "So, besides helping with the computer, do you have any other plans?"
Harry tried to focus his gaze on his plate. "Not really. Maybe I'll go for a ride on my motorcycle later, but that's about it."
"You should take Astoria with you," Daphne teased. "It looks like she loves riding on the back of your motorcycle."
Astoria nearly choked on her orange juice. "Shut up," she spluttered, her cheeks turning red. Harry winced. Daphne's comment was barely teasing, though he suspected there was some aspect of the bike's vibrations she could be hinting at. He remembered the remote, a vibrator possibly hidden in some dark drawer or corner of their seemingly normal house. He recalled the fuzzy handcuffs and at that moment, his mother smiled at him.
"More bacon, darling?" Bellatrix offered. She got up again to refresh the plates and refill the drinks.
"Sure, thanks, Mom," Harry said, trying not to stare as she leaned over him.
Having her so close was even worse after everything he'd done with Astoria the previous night and almost did that morning. Is this what criminals looked like after their first serious offense? As if every open door and car window was a new opportunity, a new temptation?
He focused on eating and kept his eyes on his plate. He helped his mother wash the dishes when everyone was done eating. Astoria stayed in the living room, watching TV, while Daphne went off to do whatever she did most days. Harry still didn't know.
"Ready?" Astoria asked.
A smile appeared on her face, reminding Harry of the previous night.
"It's probably the same problem as before," he said.
"I still want your help," she insisted. "Come on." She took his hand and led him to her room. Their mother was likely downstairs, either doing yoga or perhaps working out. Harry noticed Astoria shut her bedroom door as soon as they entered, still smiling. She had changed into sweatpants and a tank top and brushed past him on her way to the desk.
"Nothing's loading," she said, clicking the mouse, trying to play a video on YouTube. "Can you do what you did last time?"
She stayed in her place, and Harry felt the tension rising as he thought about what he had done before. He didn't even pretend to be her boyfriend, and the touch of their bodies when he stood behind her had been insanely exciting. Now, they'd taken things a bit further, but seeing her bent over the desk, with her butt sticking out just right, seemed too much of an invitation.
"Let me get in there and see what I can do."
Harry stepped behind her, acutely aware of her bare shoulders, the way her tank top hugged her breasts, but most of all, her scent. She was a bit musky from sleep, with hints of the deodorant she wore the previous night.
He moved with deliberate slowness as he reached around her for the mouse, letting his crotch briefly brush against her butt. Astoria let out a quiet breath and arched back towards him.
"I'll try the obvious things first," he said, leaning in close and speaking softly.
He felt his dick harden at an alarming rate. There was no way she didn't feel it. The fact that he knew she could feel it, stubbornly pressed against her soft, sweet butt, was even more arousing.
"Try whatever you want," Astoria whispered.
She had to know how that sounded. She had to know what she was saying. Harry placed a hand on her hip and rocked against her, so aroused he had to breathe deeply to keep from exploding from that first dry thrust against her softness.
"It's your computer, Astoria," he whispered. "I don't want to do anything without permission."
"I trust you, Harry." She tightened her buttocks and pushed back against his movements. "Do whatever you need to do."
He let go of the mouse and ran his hands over her body, almost touching her breasts through the thin tank top. "I might have to reset it. It'll only take a second to restart."
"Go ahead." Astoria was breathing heavily now, no longer pretending to play this game. "Do it."
He took a chance. He let his hands rest on her breasts, perfect though not overly large. He rocked against her more dominantly. Astoria moaned, rubbing her butt against him. One of her hands knocked the wireless mouse off the desk, sending it thudding to the floor, its bottom popping off along with the battery.
"Oops." She laughed breathlessly and playfully nudged him with her elbow in the ribs. "Nice one, Harry. I hope you're planning to buy me a new mouse if it's broken."
He laughed and grabbed her wrist. "That was you, Astoria. Don't think you can sulk and make me pay for it."
"I'll just go to Mom and tell her you broke it on purpose."
She smiled and pushed back against him with her butt. Harry still held her wrist and pulled her back towards him. She laughed girlishly and pounced on him as if they were wrestling. And they wrestled, straight towards her bed.
Harry felt his sense of shame and reason returning with a vengeance as he embraced Astoria. She was his younger sister. This moment was spiraling out of control. His hands were out of control, and now both were tugging at her tank top, sliding over her clothes and bare skin. Astoria reached for his chest, biting her lower lip.
"Astoria..." he sighed, still groping one of her breasts, but he couldn't pretend any longer. "We should stop."
"What?" she said, a bit too innocently. "It's just wrestling. Just pretend. Like in theater and on the swings."
"Until it isn't." He looked at her as she swayed her hips in a way that made his erection throb with pleasure. "Seriously. We're playing too close to the fire."
"Maybe I want to get burned."
"Those burns should be saved for a nice, honest boyfriend," he said. "Someone you'll eventually find. Someone you'll love."
She pouted at him, still running her hands over his chest and making small, crushing motions with her body. "Do you still love your exes?"
The question burned him like acid. He didn't love any of his ex-girlfriends. In fact, the extent of his non-love made him question if he had ever loved them at all. But that wasn't the answer Astoria needed.
"In a way," he shrugged, feeling the weakness of the lie. "Not so much anymore, but I did once."
"That's even worse," Astoria said. "Maybe you should have listened to your own advice."
She playfully pushed his arm, then seemingly changed gears, reaching towards his crotch. Harry grabbed her wrist, but she smirked mischievously and tried to pull away to continue her move.
He pinned it above her pillow, and suddenly they started kissing again, everything more intense than before. It was like a descent down a rocky slope, bodies colliding, arousing and needing. He squeezed her firm breasts and thrust against her, then reached down intending to pull off her sweatpants.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway. They broke apart as the spell was forcibly interrupted. Harry leaned over her computer, both to pretend he was working on it and to hide his erection. Evidently, Astoria hadn't fully closed the door, and now their mother stood there, frowning.
"What's going on here?" Bellatrix asked.
"I was helping Astoria with her computer," Harry said. "She broke her mouse." Astoria poked him accusingly, her clothes and hair still disheveled from their foreplay. "So... I jumped on him."
Their mother smiled and sighed. "Alright, I suppose. I thought... well, never mind what I thought."
"What?" Astoria narrowed her eyes. "What did you think?"
"I thought you had snuck in a boyfriend." Bellatrix shrugged. "You're dating someone, right? It's been hinted at ever since Daphne started dating."
"What? No!" Astoria shook her head, but her denial faded, and she shrugged. "Well... sort of."
"Make sure to let us know if you want to invite him over," Bellatrix said.
"Ew, Mom, don't be gross!"
Astoria threw a pillow at her, and Bellatrix laughed and walked back into the hallway. Harry waited a few seconds until he heard her going downstairs before he left the room himself.
"It should be online now," he said. "I'm going... to take a shower."
"Alright." Astoria waited until he started to turn. "Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Ginny texted me about a party tonight," she said. "She asked if my boyfriend and I want to go."
He shook his head, feeling it was a bad idea. "Astoria..."
"Please, Harry! I haven't been invited to a party since... well, ever. Please!"
"You should go," he said. "Just not with me. There'll be too many people. Someone might recognize me and realize what we're doing."
"Please, please, please?"
"I'll wait for you at home, okay?" he said. "Go, and if you have fun, enjoy the night. If not, come back home, and we'll watch a movie."
Astoria pouted and grumbled at him. "Fine. But it won't be fun without you. But I already told Ginny I'd go."
"Good." He stood in her doorway, feeling a bit awkward. "Now... I'm going to take a shower."
"Have fun," she said.
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