m o r t i f y . t h y . f l e s h

Mortify thy flesh
[by victoria p.]

Rating: Adult

Summary: "There are worse things one can do in the Black family than shag one's close relatives."

Notes: This is what happens at 2am when nobody on AIM plays with me. 'Ware incest.

Date: September 2, 2005

In between frantic kisses, Sirius says, "I saw Bella and Cissy down by the lake this morning."

He doesn't have to close his eyes to see it now, it's burned into his brain, Bella's red lips pressed to Cissy's glistening pink and gold cunt, Cissy's mouth against Bella's shadowed flesh, two lithe, beautiful bodies straining in the grass, pale and dark, the slick sound of tongues lapping at wet flesh--

He shakes himself free of the memory and wraps his own tongue around one taut, rosy nipple and sucks, hands sliding down over the soft curve of Andromeda's belly to land in the dark hair at the apex of her thighs.

Andromeda gasps, her hands tangling in his hair and tugging lightly, playfully. "Did you have fun?"

"No," he says, and then, "yes," and both are lies and both are true.

"You get off on it, don't you?" she says, a ruthless edge to her teasing, her mouth curved in a sharp, wicked grin, red lips and white teeth, so like Bellatrix and yet so much softer, warmer than her elder sister.

"Two birds fucking? Yeah," he replies between the kisses he drops on the smooth olive skin of her thighs. "Who doesn't?" He knows that sisters aren't supposed to fuck, but the Black family is so far removed from the rules and mores of normal people that it doesn't even register as a transgression. There are worse things one can do in the Black family than shag one's close relatives, and Sirius has been systematically checking them off on his list. He plans to fuck the family in more ways than just the literal.

She pulls his hair in earnest now, the sharp pain in his scalp a warning. "That's not what I meant."

He pauses, startled. "Are you jealous?" He slides up, cups her cheek tenderly, mouth brushing over hers in the softest, sweetest of kisses.

"Hardly," she sniffs, and he knows he's scored a hit, though whether she is jealous of him or of them he can't tell.

"Do they not include you in their little ... games?"

"I don't enjoy them the way you seem to," she answers, shifting beneath him so his cock presses against her cunt. "I don't get off on being called a blood traitor and an abomination."

He flushes even as fierce pleasure jolts through him at her words. In his distraction, she takes advantage, rolls them over so she is on top. She straddles his thighs, and he can feel her wet heat against his belly, his prick resting in the cleft of her arse.

"How did you know?" He means to sound casual but only sounds hoarse, needy. He is just sixteen, and Andromeda is only a year older, but seems more worldly, somehow. She just shakes her head, dark hair falling to hide her face like a veil; he thinks they must be the same and she's lying about it. "Why do you still do this?" he asks instead, tangling his hands in her long dark hair and pulling her close for another kiss. "Your Muggle-born boyfriend not enough?"

She presses a long finger to his lips, the nail perfectly manicured and painted a tasteful red the color of fresh blood. He takes it into his mouth as she lifts herself up and sinks down onto his cock, engulfing him in tight wet heat. The sensation steals all the air from his lungs, and his vision is already starting to go yellow-white around the edges when he closes his eyes.

"Leave him out of this," she says roughly, guiding his hand to her clit as she rides him. "He's not part of this family and he never will be. Soon, neither will I."

"Blood traitor," he hisses in her ear, and she tightens around him.

"Filth. Abomination," she answers, pulling his hair again, the pain and the words mingling with the hot flare of pleasure rushing through him, making it better, more intense.

She fucks him hard, shows no more mercy than Bellatrix and Narcissa had earlier, adding to the scratches and bite marks already covering his chest and back. Tension coils tight as a spring inside him, so tight he can barely breathe. She clenches around him, drawing him deep into her body, shuddering her release.

"Shame of my flesh," she hisses, and when her teeth sink into the soft flesh of his earlobe, he comes, hands clutching her hips as he spills himself deep inside her, lips pressed to the hollow of her throat.

Earlier, he'd watched Bellatrix lick his come off Narcissa's thighs until she came again, writhing and moaning on the grass, and he contemplates doing the same for Andromeda now, but she doesn't let him. She stands unsteadily, thighs wet and sticky, skin flushed, lips swollen from his kisses, and cleans herself with a silent spell.

"Ted and I are getting married," she says. "I'm leaving tonight." Her voice is even but he can see her fingers fumbling with the buttons on her robes. "I suggest you do the same." She abandons him, limp and confused in the bed that still reeks of sex.

Sirius doesn't often take advice, but that night he slips from the house and makes his way to the Potters' on his broom. The late summer air is cool against his skin, and he feels as if he's being washed clean, free of the family he's hated for so long.

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