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Astoria arched her hips, trembling and crying out his name into his shoulder. Harry kissed her, feeling her pussy start to convulse around him. He couldn't hold back any longer.
He came deep inside his younger sister, filling her teenage pussy with his cum and pumping into her three more times. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he felt Astoria still shuddering through her own climax, which only made it better.
He couldn't remember if he had ever made Hermione or Kate come like this, which told him he probably hadn't. He kissed Astoria gently on the lips and brushed a few tangled strands of auburn hair from her face.
They lay in his bed, sweaty, naked, with tangled limbs and hot breath. Harry finally felt his sanity and common sense returning, along with a sense of guilt and self-loathing for what he had done and how he had done it. He had just come inside his younger sister, without a condom, without any sense. She nestled against his side, still sticky from sex and breathing heavily.
"What… what does it feel like during sex?" she whispered.
"Sometimes." He thought about it and realized that he had never had sex this good with any of his previous girlfriends. "Only when both people are really into it. Damn, I should have pulled out."
"I can always take the morning-after pill," Astoria whispered. "Do you have any condoms?"
"I do, but I don't think we'll need them right now."
"Why not?" She frowned. "Aren't we going to go again?"
He noticed that she was holding one hand between her thighs, touching herself where he knew she was still sticky with his cum. It was incredibly hot and made him think both about her stripping video and potentially about her with the Magic Pulse. He would kill anyone who called his younger sister a slut, but she definitely had a wild side.
"Give me a moment," he whispered, a smile creeping onto his face.
"I could give you a minute with… something else." She began to leave a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach.
Harry let out a low moan and felt his arousal coming back to life at record speed. He wondered how much Astoria might be enjoying this if it was her first experience with sex, already so deep into taboo territory. He would be the first to find out. Her kisses trailed down his thigh, and he saw her looking up at him, meeting his gaze as she licked his cock, still sticky from just a few minutes earlier.
"Will you teach me how to do this?" she whispered.
"Sure." He chuckled, wondering how much experience she really had. Kate hated giving head, and Hermione only did it on special occasions. "Start by kissing the tip. You can use your hands along with your mouth."
Astoria licked his shaft and kissed the tip, glancing up at him and then back at his member as if seeking approval. Harry stroked her hair, loving the feel of it between his fingers. She took the tip of his penis into her mouth and began to suck, swirling her tongue around it.
He let his fingers gently grip her hair at the base and started guiding her movements. Astoria seemed to enjoy it, and she began moving her head a little faster, letting his cock push deeper into her mouth. He felt the tip touch the back of her throat and almost groaned as he pulled back.
The sight of his sweet younger sister with her lips wrapped around his cock made what they were doing feel dirty and wrong again, even more than before when they were resisting.
He wondered how their mother would react if she ever found out, how he would ever be able to look her in the eyes or regain her trust. Astoria moaned and bobbed her head a little faster, sucking his cock as if she was getting something out of it.
"Astoria," he whispered. "Fuck, Astoria."
He was getting closer. He let his fingers slide out of her hair. Astoria continued at the same pace, giving him a blowjob that made him tingle with the inevitable feeling. Astoria seemed to notice his pleasure and stopped, pulling her mouth off his tool with a lewd pop.
"Is this okay?" There was a drop of cum or saliva on her lower lip.
"Perfect," he murmured. "But you know what would be even better?"
She shook her head, the motion both girlish and cheeky. He caressed one of her breasts and pulled her up by the arm, kissing her once before flipping her beneath him.
"Turn around," he whispered.
"Oh fuck!" she moaned. "Harry!"
She did exactly what he asked, sticking her ass in the air, wiggling it with desire. Harry leaned over her, letting his hands find her small breasts again. He pushed her hair aside from her neck and kissed her.
"Remember to be quiet," he whispered.
"I'll be quiet!" she hissed breathlessly. "And I'm ready. Do it, Harry. Fuck me hard."
He groaned, wondering if he had ever heard her curse this much. She had a dirty mouth. Dirty and good at sucking cock. He let his erection slide into the wet folds of her pussy, gripping her waist as he thrust his hips forward to make the first strong push.
Astoria let out a tiny, lustful moan and pressed her ass back against him. Harry began with slow movements, letting his hands roam over her stomach, arms, and breasts. She was so perfect, sweet, and sexy—a younger sister who could give him so much pleasure.
Illegal pleasure. Secret pleasure. He picked up the pace, thrusting into her from behind fast enough that the sound of their bodies slapping together joined the creaking of the bed.
At least Astoria could bury her face in the pillow to muffle her own sounds of pleasure. Harry couldn't help but feel possessive, protective, and even loving as he thought about the events from the party. He didn't want anyone else touching Astoria this way. She was his. His little sister. His lover. His toy.
"Harry!" Astoria moaned into the pillow. "Fuck! More! More!"
He gave her a gentle smack on the ass, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. He sped up, fucking her hard enough that her body began to jerk forward with their movements. Astoria braced herself against the headboard, which helped her maintain her position but doubled the noise of the bed. Harry gave her another light smack and watched her ass jiggle slightly from the impact.
"Mean," she moaned.
"You like it," he whispered.
"I love it, Harry." She wiggled her ass in front of him, glancing over her shoulder. "I'm a dirty girl."
She reached a hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit. Harry picked up the pace again, thrusting into her faster and harder, worrying that the noise of the bed would give them away, but he was too turned on to care. Astoria moaned his name, calling him a bastard, panting and whining, driving him crazy. He was close to coming again.
"Astoria," he groaned. "Fuck!"
"Harry!"
He was already on the brink, and only then did he remember he had forgotten to wear a condom again. His mind quickly rationalized. He had come inside her once already tonight. What difference would it make twice, or even three times? Four? He sped up and heard Astoria let out a cry of pleasure that cut off as she buried her face in the pillow.
He couldn't hold back. Harry came for the second time inside his younger sister, filling her pussy with his cum. Astoria writhed as her own orgasm peaked, her eyes fluttering and body slumping forward. He leaned over her with his cock still buried inside her pussy, planting gentle and loving kisses on her shoulder and cheek.
"So… this is why sex is such a big deal," she whispered.
Harry chuckled and pulled out of her, wrapping her in his arms. "Yes. Although, in my experience, it's usually not this good."
"Mmm." Astoria smiled at him sleepily. "Does that mean I'm good at it?"
"You're a natural, Astoria."
"Yay."
"A natural slut." He gave her another gentle smack on the butt.
"Hey!" She hit him with a pillow. "Don't be a jerk!"
"I'm just teasing you." He kissed her on the lips. "I now have a whole new range of ways to tease you, Astoria."
"Take it back."
"I meant it as a compliment. You're my little slut. He touched her chin and turned her head so that they were looking into each other's eyes. 'And I love you. So much," he said.
"I love you too.
Chapter 26*
Harry couldn't bear to immediately kick Astoria out of bed. He let her sleep nestled against him, though he had the good sense to set an early alarm for 4 a.m. It rang before he himself fell asleep, which made sense given how much time they'd spent making love.
"Astoria," he whispered, "You need to go back to your room."
"I don't want to," she murmured.
He kissed her forehead. "You have to. We need to be careful. Very careful. Mom or Daphne can never catch us waking up together."
"They won't catch us," Astoria whispered. "As long as you can keep your hands off me when we're right in front of them."
"I'll save it behind closed doors," he whispered with a smile. "But seriously, Astoria."
"They won't assume we're sleeping together just because we spend a lot of time together. Think about how big a logical leap that would be. Not everyone has as dirty a mind as yours, Harry."
She reached over and touched his penis. He immediately felt himself getting hard. It was still dark outside, but there was no way they could risk it when his mother or Daphne might theoretically wake up early and be up for the rest of the morning.
"You need to go back to your room, Astoria," he whispered again.
"What's this?"
He thought she was talking about his cock in a teasing, dirty way until he realized she had found the remote on his bed. Harry chuckled, wondering how to explain.
"I found it in the couch cushions downstairs," he said. "It's a vibrator remote. A sex toy."
He watched her reaction closely, but he was already ninety-nine percent sure she wasn't the owner of the Magic Pulse.
"Ew," she murmured. "Doesn't that mean someone was using it on the couch?"
"It means either Daphne or Mom was using it on the couch," he said.
"Even more disgusting!"
He nodded, but disgusting wasn't the word he would use. He felt his arousal stirring with even more ferocity than before, as if crossing the line with Astoria had encouraged him to continue his investigation with new energy.
"Still," he said, "Aren't you curious?"
"Maybe a little." She shrugged, and her hand returned to his cock. "But it doesn't make sense. How could the remote get lost?"
"What do you mean?" He felt her touch arousing him too much.
"Wouldn't the vibrator be useless without the remote?"
"Of course."
"So obviously whoever used it would have gone looking for the remote when they realized it was missing," Astoria said. "Or they used it so recently that they haven't realized it's missing yet."
Harry nodded slowly. "That's why I'm glad you're my sister."
"Is that the only reason?" She took his cock in both hands and started leaning in to kiss it, or maybe even more.
The sound of music from Daphne's room made them both freeze. Harry waited a few seconds, then gave Astoria a serious look.
"How about we continue this conversation tomorrow night?" he asked. "When everyone's asleep."
"I bet we could find time during the day," she whispered. "It's Sunday. Mom will be shopping, and Daphne always keeps to herself."
"We'll see."
Astoria stroked his cock and kissed him once. "Or we could go to town. Watch a movie. Find a secluded spot."
She kissed him again, this time deeper. Harry touched her shoulders and reluctantly but firmly pushed her back.
"You need to get back to your room before Daphne finishes getting up," he said.
"I'm going, I'm going." She climbed out of his bed and began gathering her clothes. "Good night, Harry. And good morning. I love you."
"I love you too."
He gave her a light slap on the butt to encourage her to move faster. Astoria giggled and gave him a peck as she quietly slipped out the door.
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