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Home Sweet Home ch.10
🕑 Added 2024-05-14 18:37:17 +0000 UTCHarry struck up a friendly conversation with his counterpart to ease the tension of a double date with a blonde and a jock. When he and Trevor finally entered the cinema to find Astoria and Ginny, it didn't take them long. They had drawn the attention of some unwanted men, which was no surprise given their looks.
Harry approached a handsome, tanned young man who was sitting behind Astoria, leaning almost completely over his seat and whispering something to her. She was making a face that suggested the situation was mostly awkward but with a hint of the same desperation Harry had seen in her during episodes of bullying.
"You'll want to find a seat elsewhere, buddy," said Harry, as he walked past Ginny and took a seat next to Astoria. "She's with me."
He placed his hand on the knee of his date, the knee of his... younger sister. The other guy's eyebrows shot up.
"I thought she was just trying to brush me off by saying she had a boyfriend," he said. "Girls often lie about that."
Ginny snorted with laughter. Trevor was dealing with another guy who had been eyeing Ginny, talking to him with a lot of gestures that seemed more reassuring than threatening.
"Go peddle your goods on another street," said Harry. "Seriously. Get lost."
"Okay, whatever. No need to make a big deal out of it."
Harry's fingers instinctively tightened on Astoria's knee. She made a sound, not quite a sigh but not a moan either. He looked at her and saw her biting her lower lip.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"No problem." He leaned in with a conspiratorial smile. "Isn't that what boyfriends are for?"
"Well..." She smiled back at him. "Not just for that."
Trevor managed to fend off the second intruder and found his seat a minute later as the lights dimmed. Harry never removed his hand from Astoria's knee. He wasn't even sure why. He just had this strange feeling that if he moved his hand, he'd need an excuse to put it back, whereas if he kept it there, he could have it there for the whole movie.
On her knee and on anything else he might latch onto.
He was getting a bit excited and knew how messed up it was. With his other hand, he offered Astoria some popcorn. She took a few kernels and ate them slowly, watching him. The trailers began as Astoria reached for more. She felt like the punchline of an old joke when her fingers missed the bag and started exploring along his thigh, at one point touching his hardening cock.
He rubbed a bit higher up from her knee, not sure what game his younger sister was playing but intending to match her move for move. She let out a small, barely audible gasp and then more firmly rested her hand on his thigh, the tip of her pinky barely grazing the head of his hardening cock.
There was no way she couldn't feel it. He moved his hand a bit further, possessively gripping the inside of her leg. It was as far as he could go without lifting her dress. He immediately corrected himself. It was as far as he could go without losing his damn mind, as her brother.
The trailers ended and the movie started, the speakers creating an atmosphere of roars and deafening silence. Astoria kept her hand in the same place, her fingers moving or tightening with the tension and fear. Harry wanted to see what would happen if he just grabbed her wrist and moved her touch a few inches, straight onto his stiff erection.
He dismissed the thought even as he began rubbing Astoria's thigh with his hand. She made some noise, and he couldn't help but tease her. He leaned in closer.
"Are you enjoying the movie, Astoria?" he whispered.
"Yes," she whispered back. "Yes."
He rubbed her leg a bit more and heard her shaky exhale. Her hand moved down for a moment, running along the full length of his penis. The sensation was vivid and blissful even through the thick denim of his jeans. But that was all she risked, all she felt confident doing, or maybe that was just her limit.
He wanted more and hated that he wanted more. He wanted to kiss her, to tease her. He desired her in a way he wasn't sure he had ever desired Hermione or Kate, which only deepened his sense of guilt and shame. He shouldn't want her. He couldn't have her. This was all pretend, and somehow that made it even more thrilling.
The movie seemed to fly by, and Harry felt a strange disappointment as it came to an end. The lights came back on. Astoria withdrew her hand quickly, as if afraid of being caught. He slowly removed his from her thigh, watching her as he did.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"I liked it," she whispered. "I'd watch the sequel."
"Really?"
He smiled and moved a bit closer, feeling like a jerk but unable to resist. Astoria smiled back, the same mischievous smile he had seen earlier.
He kissed her, feeling her lips cling to his. He risked going deeper, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Ginny laughed from farther down the row, breaking the spell.
"We were going to meet up at the park across the street," she said, sounding a bit tipsy. "There's still some left. You two can join us."
She held up a half-full bottle of vodka, which had evidently been in her bag. Harry looked at Astoria.
"I... I'd like to hang out a bit more, if that's okay," she said. "I don't want this night to end yet."
"I'm right behind you, Astoria."
He touched her thigh one last time, and her eyes did that maddeningly hot flutter. He had to straighten up as he stood to make his arousal less obvious. The people closer to the end of the row hadn't moved yet, so they had to squeeze past Astoria. He touched her hips, feeling the urge to press her against him, to bury himself in her. He resisted.
Stop it, he thought. You're going too far. She's your younger sister.
The lights in the theater lobby helped him calm down, restoring a sense of normalcy and boundaries to his reality. The drunken laughter and rowdiness of Ginny and Trevor helped in a similar way. They left the theater and started walking towards the park. The moon was shining, and it was one of those unseasonably warm autumn nights, the wind rustling the fallen leaves down the street with a soft rattle.
"Race to the swings!"
Ginny let out a whoop and dashed ahead of the rest. Trevor followed right behind her. Harry exchanged a look with Astoria and kept his usual walking pace.
When they caught up, Trevor was sitting on one of the swings with Ginny on his lap, blushing and smiling. It didn't look like anything more was happening, but that was enough in itself. They swung back and forth, making gentle motions, and the childishness of the swing somehow made their position on it more suggestive.
"Astoria!" Ginny called. "Catch!"
She tossed the bottle of vodka to Astoria. Harry caught it for her, knowing his younger sister had never been a master of hand-eye coordination. She whispered "thanks" and gently took it from his hand, taking a deep swig.
"Calm down," he said.
"I... She stopped and started coughing. "I'll drive you home, remember?"
She put the bottle next to Ginny's bag and looked at the swing. Harry walked over slowly and sat down, watching Astoria, letting her decide what to do. She took small steps towards him, smoothed her dress under her, and sat down on his lap.
Immediately, his manhood began to stir. Astoria held onto the chains of the swing, but Harry kept his arms around her waist. They didn't swing too fast, imitating the way Trevor and Ginny were swaying back and forth. He shifted Astoria onto his lap, her soft bottom drawing all the blood straight to his member.
Astoria breathed faster, making small noises with each forward movement. Harry couldn't tell if Ginny and Trevor were watching them or not. Either way, he didn't care. He moved his hand to the front of Astoria's body. Even though he had direct control over the movement, he was still surprised when his hand suddenly touched her breast.
"Oh," Astoria whispered.
She began to rock her hips, rubbing her soft backside against his hardening shaft. Harry touched her more freely, swaying the swing back and forth in a way that felt almost like clothed intercourse.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ginny leaning forward on the swing, seemingly taking off her panties. Trevor was doing something with his pants. It was hard to see in the darkness what exactly, but Harry suspected he knew.
"You don't mind, right?" Ginny asked. "We can always go to Trev's car, but we'd probably just call it a night."
"One advantage of a car over a bike, right?" Trevor laughed.
"Astoria doesn't mind." Harry began to lift her skirt, wanting at least to get his hand into her panties. "Right, Astoria?"
"I... don't mind."
She was breathing quickly as Harry started rubbing her crotch through her panties. He saw and thought through a fog of desire. He knew how wrong it all was, but he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. She could have stopped him. Why didn't she?
Ginny let out a shaky, erotic moan. Trevor grunted, and the sounds of the chains on the other swing made it seem like they were bouncing rather than swinging. Harry gripped Astoria's hips with one hand and rocked her back and forth, continuing to molest her through her panties. She leaned back against him, her breath fluttering, her body's movements urgent.
Astoria's bag rang. She cursed under her breath and stood up, quickly grabbing it. Harry saw her frown in the light of the display and knew what she wanted to say.
"It's my mom." She blinked once, perhaps realizing her wording. "I mean, it's my mother."
Ginny and Trevor seemed not to be listening. Harry stood up, still aroused, but aware of what would happen if Astoria stayed out too late.
"I think... I better get her home safely," he said reluctantly.
Trevor and Ginny were still engrossed in each other, and Harry was interested in getting their attention, even if it meant seeing what they were doing. He wrapped an arm around Astoria and started leading her towards his bike.
