She was a very artsy chick, definitely moody and always seemed distracted. Things were pretty fun at first. Being a bunch of 18 year olds with a priva...e, unsupervised place to hang out for the first time, we had plenty of plans. We had developed a cycle where I'd stay over their place on Thursday nights, did some cooking and cleaning to pay for my room and board, and then we'd plan small parties as soon as we got back from classes on Friday. Then we'd either wake up hung-over on Saturday, I'd. Then I'll wipe both our memories. If we can't remember what happened then we're not going to feel guilty.'Harry considered this idea for a minute. Could he really wipe away the memory and pretend that it never happened?'Would that work? How would it save the relationships?' He asked.'Well at the moment I think everyone's still in bed, so we're the only ones who know. So if we forget the memories then no one would know, and no one would get hurt.' said Hermione. 'Lets do it.'So they got to work. Her moans signal defeat, letting my hands explore for the second time. But this time It was different, it was rough. My nails ran across her hips, digging into them as I demanded she undressed. I couldn't control myself this time. " And if I don't.." she purrs back, trying to tease me. Without a single word back my fists dig into bright pink night gown, tearing it at the seam. Little did she know I'd thought about her for hours this morning. " You know better than that Nat." I chuckle cupping. .. ughh, yeah,” I was a thought away from shooting my whole load into her used red panties. “Faaaark yeeeaaaah,” I gritted my teeth. My cock exploded – and in that millisecond;“OH MY GOD!”“Shit!” I quipped, springing to my feet, my younger sister Elly standing at the door.“That gross, Eric!” Elly scowled.“Get out! What are you doing in here? Get out!” I demanded.“I’m telling mom,” she said, and I reacted.“NO, WAIT. Don’t!” I could see her shadow in the door frame. She’d stopped. And the next.