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Home Sweet Home ch.11
🕑 Added 2024-05-28 15:00:02 +0000 UTCThe way home was pleasant and calm. Harry opened the garage door and parked the bike. Astoria got off and handed him the second helmet, smiling and standing there as if she was starting to feel the effects of the vodka from earlier.
"That was fun," she said softly.
"Yeah, it wasn't bad," Harry replied.
He scratched the back of his neck, feeling awkward. He had gone much further with her than he had planned. This was the moment he expected her to scold him.
"I've never been on a real date before," Astoria said. "Well, aside from school, and that doesn't count."
"I'm glad you had a good time, Astoria," he said.
But it was all just pretend, he wanted to add. He didn't say it.
"I had more than just fun, Harry," she said with a dangerous smile. "Do I get a goodnight kiss?"
He hesitated and opened his mouth, fully intending to set a firm boundary. "I promised to get you home safely."
He moved closer, placed a hand on her hip, and kissed her. Astoria pressed against him so quickly that it almost felt like they were back in the park, rubbing against each other on the swing, listening to Ginny and Trevor who were probably shamelessly screwing next to them. Harry reached down to stroke the soft backside of his younger sister. He wanted to feel it against his shaft again. To feel something more than just that.
The door connecting the garage to the living room suddenly opened. Harry pulled away from Astoria swiftly, but he knew how guilty he must have looked. Daphne stood on the step in a training bra and sweatpants, frowning at them.
"Jesus Christ," Daphne said. "I thought someone was breaking in! What the hell are you two doing?"
"Nothing!" Astoria said, far too quickly and vehemently.
"Astoria had a rough night," Harry said more calmly. "She called me to give her a ride home. She had a bit to drink."
Daphne crossed her arms. "You dropped everything and rushed to drive Astoria home just because she had a bad night?"
"Yes, I did." He looked straight at Daphne, daring her to call his bluff. "She's my sister. I'd do the same for you if you weren't so grumpy with me all the time."
"Asshole. But good job." Daphne sighed and looked at Astoria. "You're going to end up on a bad path if you keep drinking so much, Astoria."
"I know my limits," she muttered.
"Yeah, but the guys who start paying attention to you won't respect those limits," Daphne said. "Trust me."
Astoria looked at Harry, and he interpreted the foreign look he saw in her eyes.
"They'll have to get through her older brother first," he said.
"Sure thing, John Wick," Daphne said with healthy skepticism. "Come on. Mom's going to wake up and catch you here if you don't get inside quickly."
Harry and Astoria mostly stayed silent, taking off their shoes and heading upstairs. Daphne was still in the living room, and they had a moment in the hallway as they were about to go to their rooms.
"Thanks, Harry," Astoria whispered.
She looked at him with a small smile and waited a few seconds. He wanted to kiss her again, and he could tell she wanted it too. The tension between them demanded it, but that only made him resist more. They were in their family home, their mother was asleep in her room on the other side of the door, and Daphne could catch them at any moment.
"Sleep well," he whispered.
He pulled away from her, slipped into his room, and closed the door with effort. It was hard to tell if he had done the right or wrong thing that night, but he was at least happy that he had made Astoria happy.
***
When Harry woke up the next morning, he realized something was wrong. His bed felt like someone else was in it. He let out a sleepy groan and rolled from his stomach to his side, feeling his morning wood spring up with stubborn energy. He was sleeping in just his boxers, clearly not expecting company.
Astoria was lying next to him, dressed in one of her girlish pink nightgowns that she had owned since she was twelve, one of those that barely fit her anymore. He looked at her, still with half-closed eyes, and saw her smiling and blushing.
"Good morning," she whispered. "I came to wake you up. Mom is already downstairs making waffles and coffee cake. On weekends, she makes a big breakfast."
"What?" He cleared his throat and opened his eyes a bit wider. "Well, in that case, it's a good morning."
Astoria giggled, looking like she was struggling to contain a bigger smile than the one she already had. Her eyes wandered to his face, and Harry felt a surge of heat as he sensed her noticing his very obvious erection.
"Being a guy must suck," she said quietly.
"Not as much as you'd think." He moved a little closer to her, unable to help himself.
"No?" Astoria finally allowed herself a smile and brought her face closer to his. "So what makes it fun?"
At least he had enough self-control not to kiss her on the lips. It didn’t matter. He felt her shiver as his lips brushed her cheek. He pulled her closer, letting his erection press against her thigh. Astoria let out a nervous, fluttery laugh that turned into a quiet moan. She hugged him and kissed his cheek several times, clearly drawing the same line.
"This is nice," she whispered.
One of her legs lifted and wrapped around him. She probably thought it was cute. Harry felt how dangerous the situation was. He was still groggy from sleep, still so damn aroused. The last thing he needed to start his Saturday was messing around with his younger sister without a clear head. Or maybe that was exactly what the morning demanded?
"Astoria," he said, summoning the courage of an older brother. "I really need to get up now."
"That's why I came, to help you," she giggled. "Mission accomplished, I guess."
She leaned in to kiss him again, and her eyes took on a dangerous sparkle as she pressed her lips to his, instead of opting for his cheek. It was like firing a starting gun, as Harry returned her kiss and the moment began to spiral into madness. Harry wondered if Astoria even knew what she was doing, why she was drawn to him. Where this would lead.
For three to five seconds, they kissed and groped each other with the reckless abandon of horny teenagers. He grabbed one of her breasts and started kissing her neck. He came to his senses as he began to roll her onto her back, and the sound of footsteps from Daphne or their mother passing down the hallway made them both freeze.
"Seriously," he said, regaining his composure. "I need to get dressed."
"I know." She slid off his bed with the ultimate sweet little sister style, flashing her white panties as she did. "Will you help me today? I need some help."
"With what?"
"My computer again, I think," she said. "Please?" I need to get better at saying no to her, he thought.
"Sure," he said. "But after breakfast."
And after dealing with the morning wood. The temptation was becoming too much to handle.
"Yes!" She smiled and danced her way to the door. "Thanks, Harry."
