Chapters 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39 and 40 are already available at Pat re on.
If you want to support me, read the next chapters of the story and more, I invite you to my
Patreo n .com(slash)BoobsHunter (Remove spaces)
The house was buzzing with life as Harry started his day on the first Sunday after returning home. The aroma of scrambled eggs, bacon, and muffins being cooked by his mother brought a smile to his face even before he went downstairs.
Scents had a powerful way of evoking emotions. The fact that his bed still smelled like Astoria when he woke up was the only thing that reassured him he hadn't dreamed the previous night.
Astoria was sitting at the kitchen table, looking sleepy yet adorable, dressed in a navy blue dress that complemented her wavy red hair and did wonderful things for her neckline. Their eyes met, and he felt a silent, electric charge run between them. Astoria blushed and looked down at her food, sharing a secret smile with her plate. Harry sat down at the table across from her.
Daphne was still upstairs, or at least he assumed so. Their mother, Bellatrix, was wearing a frilly apron over her nightgown and humming a pleasant tune as she checked the muffins in the oven. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wasn't wearing her glasses.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Bellatrix said. "How did you sleep?"
"Pretty well," he said, half-truthfully. "It's nice to be home."
"I'm glad you're here too, Harry," Bellatrix gave him a warm, genuine smile. "And you, Astoria? Still a bit hungover, I suppose?"
"I didn't drink that much," Astoria mumbled. "Good morning, Harry."
"Good morning, Astoria."
Their eyes met for a second, and he was sure Astoria's reaction would give something away. She looked as happy as he had ever seen her since he came back, which was such a contrast to her previously calm and somber mood that it might raise questions.
Daphne came downstairs wearing a ragged maroon top and gray shorts, groaning and still rubbing one of her eyes as if she had just woken up.
"Are you making corn muffins again?"
"No," Bellatrix smiled and leaned against the counter. "Blueberry."
"Nice." Daphne ran her fingers through her short blonde hair, making the purple streaks dance in the sunlight from the window. "Good morning, siblings."
"Good morning, Daphne!" Astoria said with a bit too much enthusiasm. "How was your night?"
Harry winced. Astoria was roughly on Cloud 9, and he found it both annoying and worrying. Not only could it arouse suspicion, but he knew enough about how the world worked to expect it wouldn't last long. What they were involved in was too illegal, too secretive. Reality was bound to break his younger sister's heart unless she came to her senses and did it first.
"My night was boring," Daphne said. "Yours, however, seems a bit more interesting. Details, please."
"I just... went to a party." Astoria shrugged, her face already reddening under the slightest scrutiny. "I had a good time."
"She took a bottle of my wine with her, though I don't doubt she had something to drink." Bellatrix opened the oven and took out the muffins using a mitt. "You know better, Astoria. I'm just glad Harry got you home safely."
"He did," Astoria said. "Thank you, Harry."
Harry felt something brush against his calf under the table, and it seemed as though the temperature in the kitchen rose by ten degrees. Astoria smiled at him and continued eating her breakfast.
"Why are you so smiley?" Daphne asked. "Did you fool around with a guy?"
Astoria nearly choked on her food. Harry resisted the urge to kick her leg.
"No!" Astoria said, a little too vehemently. "I just had a good time."
"I hope not too much of a good time," Bellatrix said.
She looked questioningly at Harry, and he nodded. "When I found her, she didn't seem too crazy," Harry said. "Definitely a bit drunk, but nothing wild."
"What's wild is that you then spent a good portion of the night watching porn," Daphne muttered.
Her tone was teasing, but her words left him reeling.
"Daphne!" Bellatrix snapped.
"What?" she said. "I might have been half-asleep, but I still have ears, Mom."
Harry resisted the temptation to glance at Astoria. Her foot was caressing his calf under the table, and the contact felt even hotter due to the impending danger. He couldn't dispel Daphne's assumptions unless he wanted to explain what those noises really were.
"I can watch whatever I want in the privacy of my own room," he said.
"Gross," Astoria said, wrinkling her nose.
His surprise at his younger sister's feigned betrayal faded as he felt her foot caress his leg again under the table, this time rising to explore the inner edge of his thigh. The contrast between the warmth of her toes approaching his cock and the shame he still felt due to Daphne's accusations shifted his emotions, and anger surged.
"Can we not talk about my sex life?"
"Sure," Daphne said. "I also think, technically, you need to have sex to have a sex life."
"Fuck off," he snarled.
Memories of Hermione and her underhanded ways of complaining about their dull sex and his lack of potency overlaid this moment. He glared at Daphne, hearing their mother sigh and the oven door slam shut as she took out the muffins.
"Leave him alone, Daphne!" Astoria said.
"I'm not attacking him." Daphne smiled and raised her hands in mock innocence. "I'm just sick of hearing those disgusting porn moans from the next room."
Astoria's face turned beet red, and Harry was certain she would give them away. Bellatrix suddenly began setting plates in front of each of them with just the right amount of firm intention to draw their attention back to the food.
"I'd like to enjoy a nice Sunday breakfast with the family," she said. "Can you three manage that?"
Harry, Daphne, and Astoria all mumbled, "Yes." Harry still felt angry and embarrassed, though all emotions were now directed inward. Daphne was right. His sex life had been dead before last night, and reviving it with his horny younger sister was so far from normal it wasn't even funny. Astoria's foot brushed further up his thigh, and he felt himself start to harden.
Reality would catch up with them eventually, and it would be a harsh encounter.
The tension around the table still lingered, despite Bellatrix's request for calm. Harry was as concerned about Astoria's reaction as his own. Daphne was good at exposing her insecurities, but Astoria had practically no poker face and could be prone to emotions in a way that would give them away.
The muffins saved the situation. Bellatrix brought one for each of them, and the minor squabbles of the early morning were forgotten in favor of the delicious homemade pastries.
"I want you to stay close to home today, Astoria," Bellatrix said.
"What?" Astoria replied. "Why? How is that fair?"
"Excuse me?" Bellatrix looked at her with raised eyebrows. "You sneaked out with a bottle of my wine last night. An expensive bottle, not that it's part of my judgment. I want to see you as you recover from your obvious hangover."
Astoria looked like she wanted to protest, but her eyes darted to Harry, and ultimately, she said nothing. Harry felt an interesting increase in tension and heat as their gazes met, but it only strengthened the need for caution.
"Fine," Astoria muttered. "Whatever."
"And Daphne?" Bellatrix gave her a pleading look. "It would be nice to have the whole family around."
"I have plans," Daphne said.
"What plans?" Bellatrix asked. "It's Sunday."
Daphne looked away and shrugged. "Just stuff."
Harry felt his intrigue rise, then immediately fall back into irritation as Daphne looked at him again, daring him to ask.
"Harry?" Bellatrix smiled at him. "Any plans?"
He shrugged. "Nothing that can't be rescheduled. I'll stay around. Probably work out and play some video games."
"Perfect," Bellatrix said. "Let's have a family movie night then."
Harry spent most of the morning goofing around on his computer. Eventually, he put on his workout clothes and headed to the basement gym. His workout was casual, but even simple push-ups and some time on the treadmill were enough to start clearing his head.
Last night, he was an idiot. Astoria's emotions were unstable, and she didn't really know what she was doing when she went to his room. Harry had let desire overpower common sense in the worst possible way.
He had fucked his younger sister. Fucked her raw, without protection.
More than once. The thought of her tight pussy still made him ache with desire, even despite the shame.
Astoria was so vulnerable, so eager. Harry took a breath and quickened his pace on the treadmill as if he could outrun his forbidden thoughts. He thought about her foot under the table that morning. The previous night had left the door open for future encounters, but he knew he had to pull back now that he had regained his senses.
The basement door opened, and he heard someone coming downstairs. Astoria appeared a few seconds later, looking adorably sexy in a pink tank top and black running shorts.
"Astoria," he said, trying not to look at her.
"Harry." Astoria smiled at him with a cute, almost shy expression that made him want to tear her clothes off. "Can I work out with you?"
"It's a free country," he said.
Her smile faded a little. "Why did you say it like that?"
"You know why."
She frowned and took her place on the elliptical machine next to him, turning it on and starting at a slow, steady pace. She waited as if expecting him to say something more, then pouted when he didn't.
"So what?" she muttered. "You just wanted to see if you could, and now that you did, you're pushing me aside?"
"Astoria." Harry sighed and slowed the treadmill to a walk. "I'm not pushing you aside. Last night was incredible. Really."
"Then what's the problem?"
"The problem is that it can't happen again," he said. "Ever."
"Jeez, I came down here just to work out," she said. "I didn't have any hidden motives."
He knew she was lying. That was one aspect of Astoria that hadn't changed during his absence, and now it was more unfortunate than ever because they had secrets to keep.
"Okay," he said. "Then let's get to it."
Astoria shot him a glance and increased the pace of her machine. They fell silent, Harry continued his own workout and tried not to glance at his younger sister. After a few minutes, she got off the elliptical and laid out a yoga mat, starting to stretch on the floor.
"I have a cramp in my calf," she said sweetly. "Could you help me work it out?"
Harry felt his cock stir to life. "Astoria, seriously."
"What?" She rolled over onto her stomach and stuck her butt in the air. "Are you afraid that if you get within a few feet of me, we'll lock together like magnetic fields?"
Honestly, he was afraid of exactly that, though it was one of those sick and twisted fears that attracted him rather than repelled him. He sighed, slowed the treadmill, and jumped off, standing beside his suggestively posed younger sister.
"Turn around," he said. "Sit normally."
She smiled coquettishly at him and did as he said, slowly touching one leg and looking up at him. "It's this one."
He ran his hands over her ankle and calf. "Come closer."
As he said it, he pulled her leg, playfully yet dominantly, sliding her slightly across the yoga mat. Astoria let out a strange gasp, and her eyes fluttered as she looked up at him. She was incredibly sexy in that fresh, teenage way that made him disbelieve everything they had done last night. His hands moved up her leg on their own.
"That's... a little higher, Harry," she whispered. "Tell me when."
He touched her inner thigh and heard her take a shaky breath.
"Uh-huh," she whispered.
He felt himself harden like granite as he teased her inner thigh with his thumb, watching Astoria squirm with excitement, her chest heaving from her wild breaths. He heard an evil voice whispering in his ear—his own voice, he realized.
He had already done it last night. What harm would there be in fucking her once more? A quick, sharp fuck. Maybe even teach her why it was dangerous to tease and play as if actions had no consequences, even with her older brother.
Harry moved his hand further and let his fingers toy with the waistband of her shorts. Astoria, with half-closed eyes, nodded slightly and extended one leg, letting it wrap around him encouragingly.
The basement door opened with a familiar creak of the hinges. Harry remembered what Astoria had said earlier about magnets, and now the analogy flipped to how violently they could repel each other. He almost jumped back, moving to stand beside the bench press as if he had been considering using it.
Daphne came downstairs with a small laundry basket. She placed it on the dryer, frowning and focused on her task, but eventually, she looked at her siblings.
"What's with the eerie silence?" Daphne asked.
"Nothing!" Astoria replied. "Geez, I'm just... stretching."
"At least turn on some music," Daphne said. "Drown out the heavy breathing and grunting."
Her eyes moved to Harry, then down. He felt a strange mix of terror and intrigue as he realized his older sister was checking out what remained of his erection. His eyes met hers in a strange moment. Daphne immediately looked away.
"Put on... pants that fit, Harryy-kun, Jesus," she muttered. "The last thing I need is to see the outline of your cock after hearing you jack off to porn last night."
Astoria turned away, her face turning red. Harry tried to stay calm, internally terrified that Astoria would give them away.
"Fuck off, Daphne," he snarled. "You're the one who keeps bringing it up. As if you don't watch porn."
"I never said I didn't," Daphne said.
Another moment of silence followed. It felt strange, like it didn't belong to any of them, but they were all waiting for... something. Harry exhaled and moved toward the stairs.
Chapters 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39 and 40 are already available at Pat re on.
If you want to support me, read the next chapters of the story and more, I invite you to my
Patreo n .com(slash)BoobsHunter (Remove spaces)