This time I’m rewarded with a bestial moan, tears forming in Sophie’s eyes causing streaks of eye shadow down her cheeks-I wake with a start, the ...ound of a motorbike engine telling me my neighbor is up and heading out for his usual Sunday ride. My phone says it’s 8:30. I roll over, the sheets sticking to me from the mess I made the previous evening. I reach over to the nightstand for the little bullet vibe I keep there, imagining forcing one of those two lovelies to push their hand inside me. Remember that big blonde death eater, what was his name, Dolohov? Antonin Dolohov. I think he was the one who killed Lupin." Yes!" Said Harry. "I remember him; he nearly captured us in Tottenham Court Road just after Ron, Hermione and I escaped after the wedding. But he is inAzkaban. I wonder if it is somebody related to him."He rose from his seat got pen and paper and said, "I will send an owl to the minister."Harry wrote about his suspicions and pinned the letter to the leg of his owl, a snow. Hotel guests entered muttering about how they got on the wrong elevator and should have been going down. George and Lucia looked at each. They would be going down alright, on each other. When the door closed they were on each other. There’s was a lust that had been savoured and cultivated all day long. George had imagined fucking his dream girl for months and here she was. He started by kissing Lucia’s earlobe while trailing his finger down the soft curve of her neck to the v of her cleavage,. He knew he shouldnt be aroused by his own sister, especially as young as she still was, but he just couldnt help himself. Usually when their parents were home, she wore a one piece suit that covered more of her and made her look even younger than her almost thirteen years. When he turned back to the table, she was already wolfing down the sandwich and chips and appeared to be unaware of the reaction shed caused. He sat opposite her and began to eat, the two of them not speaking as the food.