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Harry knew he was making bad decisions. He tried to hold himself back as Astoria returned to the couch, looking flushed and ready for some action.
"Snuggle with me on the couch?" Astoria whispered. "We could lie down together. Stretch out."
He nodded slowly, his desire far outweighing his caution. Astoria turned the movie back on and then stretched out right in front of him on the couch, rubbing her butt against his crotch as they settled under the blanket. Harry felt he might come in his boxers. He gently gripped her hips and swayed against her.
"We should go upstairs," he whispered.
He glanced again at his mom, who was asleep in the armchair. The wise thing would be to help her to bed before they started. But when had he ever done the wise thing?
"Daphne is upstairs and still awake," Astoria whispered. "We're safer down here."
Her logic was far from impeccable, but Harry was too aroused to ponder it. He pressed against Astoria again, sliding one hand up her body to grasp her soft, squeezable breasts. She let out a small squeak, sending a thrill through him and making him wonder what other sounds might escape if he kept going. But they had to be quiet. Fooling around in the living room was too risky.
"Harry…" Astoria reached down and began to wriggle out of her shorts and panties.
There was a moment after she took them off when she shyly pulled her shirt down to cover her nakedness, trying not to smile.
He touched her face, kissed her, and remembered why it was so hard to say no to his younger sister.
"The blanket needs to stay over us." "Yes," she whispered back.
It was still a terrible idea. Even if they were home alone, he knew what they were doing was wrong on every level. Harry took off his sweatpants and laid over her on the couch. He pulled the blanket over them like a cape, took one last look at his sleeping mom, then gently spread Astoria's legs.
She was soaking wet. Harry stroked her soft folds a few times, then guided the tip of his cock to her entrance. Astoria looked pleased with herself, as if her sexy naked body was a gift she brought him, an offering for her brother and lover. Harry cupped her cheek and kissed her, slowly pressing forward to let his cock flirt with the idea of entering her.
Was this his life now? Falling into the same trap of his naked, horny younger sister over and over again. Astoria grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for another kiss. Harry found the right angle and pushed forward, sinking into her tight, perfect pussy. Astoria broke the kiss to gasp, a sweet, sexy sound that seemed to echo louder than it was.
"Quiet," he whispered.
He kissed her neck and began to rock inside her, feeling her soft, slippery pussy envelop his manhood. All his worries melted away in the rising wave of pleasure. He kissed Astoria's neck and thrust into her fully. She let out a moan and wrapped her legs around him, shifting the blanket in a way that threatened to expose parts of their bodies.
They both froze as Harry adjusted the cover, which did little to conceal what was happening. Harry glanced at his mother, then at the stairs. If Daphne or Bellatrix happened to look their way, it would be hard to mistake their position, even if none of their naughty parts were visible.
This thought just made him decide they needed to be quick. The logical part of his mind was broken, and he didn't even care. He thrust into Astoria, feeling the growing slickness of their bodies under the blanket as they rubbed against each other. He kissed her and felt her soft, sexy body tremble beneath him, her pussy tightening around him as she let out a small whimper.
"Harry," Astoria whispered. "Harry."
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even if she was his sister. His ex-girlfriends could never compare to her, not that he ever made such a comparison while with them. Then she was just little Astoria, his shy and somewhat annoying younger sister. He pumped into her faster. The couch was quieter compared to his bed, but he knew their movements were lewd and obvious even in the darkness of the living room.
"Oh, fuck!" Astoria hissed. "Harry… make sure you… pull out this time."
He groaned, almost coming at her warning. Last night, he had come deep inside her. He couldn't make a habit of that. He shouldn't have been fucking her without a condom, but in the heat of the moment, sometimes things just… happened.
Astoria kissed him, pulling him deeper into her and moving her hips in a way that seemed designed to push him over the edge. Harry felt his last reservations die as the pleasure became too much to hold back. He kissed her and thrust into her faster. Astoria's breath quickened, and the tiny sounds she made reached a feverish pitch.
He kissed her to silence her as he felt himself reaching the peak.
"Astoria!" he hissed.
He pulled out and came on her stomach. Astoria writhed beneath him, but he wasn't sure if she came or not. Their mother yawned sleepily from the chair, and they both froze. Harry tried to subtly shift so he was at least spooning her, not on top, though it wouldn't be easier to explain.
"Did you… start another movie?" a sleepy Bellatrix asked.
"Yes," Astoria replied. "It was still early, so…"
Harry grabbed his sweatpants and quickly pulled them on under the blanket, lightly kicking Astoria in the rush, though not hard. "I'm going to bed. You should too, Mom. Don't stay up too late, Astoria."
"I won't." She smiled mysteriously, almost triumphantly.
Harry felt more like he had succumbed to a bad habit than achieved anything resembling a victory to be proud of.
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