Her Little Brother [h.s.] ✔

4.

Bit of a fuckfest now ;)

I know I'm not one to ask you to take in mind of the age rating, but please, read this at your own risk. There is a lot in this chapter, pain and stuff. Next chapter is even more so, yeah.

Of course, I can't control whatever shit you're reading, because I read it too, I also write it. And, you've reached this far, meaning you read quite some bit, so continue on.

Also, what I write doesn't define me as a person. So to any of my friends reading this, please don't hate me forever :'(

(Actually I don't know if what I write defines me as a person or not.)

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Harry's POV:

I woke up with something poking my ribs. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw the right side of the bed empty. I reached for the hard thing that was under me, slightly hurting my flesh. Serena's cellphone. I pressed the button to see a smiling picture of her and Gemma on the locked screen. It was 11:15 a.m. Dropping it to the mattress, I sat up, looking around. I could hear the shower running as I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the blurriness.

I looked at the floor, where all my clothes were scattered aimlessly. A subtle smile was on my lips as I remembered the night before. That had to be one of the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had in my entire life, the intensity of it still lingering in my memory. My morning wood twitched just by thinking about it. I held my hard-on over the comforter, closing my eyes and lying in bed again. Loud moans, dark eyes, parted lips, dripping down her legs, coming on my fingers, on my mouth, slap on her ass, thrust, fuck, please. I don't want this to end, she said. The images were all popping into my mind as I stroked myself once, twice, three times. Fucking temptress of a woman, I thought as the images of her stripping and touching herself appeared in my head. Another stroke, I was hard as fuck. The door to the bathroom suddenly opened and I immediately placed my hand by my side, startled. Serena stepped into the room, followed by a massive wave of warm fog. Towel wrapped around her body, droplets down her arms.

"Hey," she said at the foot of the bed, alternating her eyes between my face and the tent caused by my erection. She licked her lips, caging them inside her mouth in an obvious sign of arousal. God, is it possible that I've found someone as perpetually horny as me? How lucky am I? Jesus Christ...

"Hey," I answered, my voice coming out raspy and low, my index finger signaling her to come closer in a beckoning motion. I smirked as she crawled above me to stand inches from my mouth, her body grazing the tip of my dick along the way. "Nice towel. Can I borrow it?" I whispered against her lips as I untied it and put it aside. Her naked body was hovering above mine now, all shiny flesh and spicy smelling, making me throb against the fabric covering me.

"Smooth," she said, cocking her left eyebrow and softy smiling before locking her lips with mine. My stomach did a somersault, just like every other moment she ever touched me. She tasted like toothpaste, her tongue slightly colder than mine. My hands naturally snaked around her, pushing her naked body down to press against my needy dick. She hummed inside my mouth but quickly broke the kiss. "I can't. I'm gonna have lunch with Gemma," she explained while trying to loosen my arms from around her. That only made my grip tighten up. I wasn't ready to let her go yet. Hell, I wasn't ready to let her go, period. As in forever.

"I can be quick...," I turned us around, placing her body under mine to trap her to the mattress. "And that doesn't mean it won't be worthwhile." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head but her legs instinctively spread open to accommodate me in the middle. I licked a dribble of water that was running down her neck, subsequently sucking the flesh and making her squirm a bit.