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Sunday 9:12 am
Tom snapped his hips against Hermione’s, pulling the fistful of her hair he had wrapped around his fingers to make her back arch, driving her ass back into him and making the delicious dents right above her ass deepen as her body bent backwards for him.
Hermione keened, the noise slipping up her throat from deep inside and out of her open mouth. Tom leaned back a little more, pulling on her hair until she was whimpering, and giving himself a nice view of his cock slipping into his little sister. He slowed, enjoying the image and loving the helpless noises Hermione was making as she tried to hold herself up in the position Tom was forcing her to be in.
He had taken his time getting ready this morning. Waking up early, Tom showered quickly, erasing the remnants of his night with Hermione from his skin. After he wrapped a white towel low on his waist and bent over the sink, shaving the dark stubble that had grown over the last two days until it was smooth. He ran his fingers along his jaw and felt the tension already coiled it in.
Giving himself a small slap on the cheek and pursing his lips from the sting of it, Tom tightened his towel and headed back to his room. He opened his closet and pulled out the suit his mother had forced him to wear every Sunday. It was the only thing his step-father had ever bought for him and had never let Tom forget it, always complaining that the way he sat in the pew would crease the pants or scolding him when Tom threw the jacket over his shoulder as they stood in the sun outside the church.
Tom smirked at the pile of clothes sitting on the floor next to him. They’d be wrinkled for sure now, and probably have a bit of his step-father’s precious little daughter’s cum staining the cuffs. Tom had worked her up into a mess before he bent her over her father’s desk and took his pleasure from her sopping cunt.
“God…” Hermione moaned out. “Tom…” She had been reduced to these two words after her second orgasm and Tom gave a sharp thrust at his name. The air was forced out of Hermione and she gasped, trying to fill her lungs again in her contorted position. Her arms started to shake and slip, pushing more of her father’s papers onto the floor.
Tom released her hair and ran his hand down the middle of her back, feeling her clench around him as his fingers trailed lower. When he reached her ass, he delivered a smack to the round cheek and felt her tense as she cried out, jerking up for only a moment before she sank back down.
Hermione barely caught herself before she hit the thick wooden desk. For a few moments she just laid there and sucked in air as Tom readjusted them, picking her up by her hips only to press them down into the desk before resuming his punishing pace.
He felt sweat running down the back of his neck, a single cool drop making the hairs raise as it slipped further down to slide between his shoulder blades, following the track of his spine until he lost track of it at the base of his back where the pressure pushing him on was gathering, making his strokes short and harsh. He groaned, now trying to catch his own breath as he gripped Hermione’s waist tightly, his long fingers wrapping around the soft flesh that shook with reverberations of each of his thrusts.
“Tom—Tom,” Hermione cried, her eyes closed tightly. He could feel her body building up again. He felt like he knew every inch of it at this point and maybe he did. He’d certainly touched every inch of it. Tom wished he could close his eyes too, give in to his own aching need to cum. His balls were drawn tight, smacking against Hermione with a sting sharp enough to have him pushing harder, just to replace the bit of pain with the most pleasure he’d ever known in his sister’s fluttering cunt. She moaned and tightened so much Tom had to slow, his cock so swollen and sensitive it almost hurt to force it any faster.
Slower, he was able to aim a bit better and felt exactly when he hit the spot that had her shivering, quivering, and coming.
“Oh God!” Hermione sobbed. Her eyes flew open and tears started to fall from them as they gently rolled back in her head.
“That’s right, Hermione,” Tom forced out, clenching his teeth and dragging his cock in and out of her at a tortuously slow pace. “Pray for it. Pray to your god to cum.”
“Tom…” she whimpered, her whole body loosening as she sank down into a state of coital bliss. “B-broth-er…” She drew the word and Tom found himself moaning as he slid a hand up to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he delivered a few languid strokes to keep her orgasm going until she started to cry again, unable to stand the pleasurable pressure. “Please, please,” she twisted underneath him, reminding him a little of the first night he had taken her. “I can’t… I can’t take anymore. I… Oh, God—Tom…”
Tom had mercy on her, pulling himself from her with a slick noise. Hermione moaned at the feeling, panting and shaking as she stayed bent over and spread open on top of her father’s desk. Tom sunk down in the chair, pushing his hand through his dark hair while working his cock in his fist with the other.
“Come here, baby sister,” Tom instructed. Hermione made a soft noise as she pushed herself up and turned around to face him. Tom nodded to the space in front of him. “Time for you to take your communion.”
Eyes still glazed with a heady combination of lust and tears, Hermione moved into position between Tom’s legs and sunk down to her knees.
Tom’s cock strained against his hand as she sniffled a little, wiping a few tears away with the back of her hand. The sight of her, like this, naked and submissive, looking up at him with awe in her eyes really did make Tom feel like a deity. If anything could make a man into a god, it would be her.
His chest felt tight, an uncomfortable sensation he had so far been able to distance himself from this morning, knowing he still had this to look forward to, but now that it was here, that he was here, in front of Hermione, he wasn’t able to deny the ache that pounded in him with every beat of his heart. He thought he had dealt with the issue of his feelings for Hermione by turning them into hate, but the one thing love and hate had in common was passion and it was impossible to ignore the stirrings of it as he stared down at his sister in what may be the last time he ever saw her like this.
“Open your mouth.”
Hermione looked up at him warily and Tom could hardly blame her after the last time he’d forced his cock down her throat. She tucked her arms in close to her body, pushing her breasts together. He almost wished he hadn’t had her strip while he watched from her Father’s chair when they first came in his office this morning because seeing her on her knees for him wearing her Sunday’s best would have been a holy experience.
Still, getting to see her nipples harden as she gradually parted her lips was quite the image too.
He grabbed her face in his hand, squeezing her flushed cheeks until her mouth opened fully. He didn’t need her in finery to worship, she was already on her knees for him.
“Take of my body, and drink.”
Tom squeezed the tip of his cock and moaned as a bead of cum leaked out and fell on to Hermione’s tongue. She returned the moan, rolling her tongue in her mouth to let it drip back to her throat.
He couldn’t stand it any longer, working his hand tightly over his shaft, Tom shot line after line of milky white cum into his sister’s mouth, spilling some onto her lips and watching as she stretched out her tongue to taste it while holding the rest of it in her open mouth, letting it pool up in the back of her throat so he could watch as he filled her with himself.
The last few drops fell onto her outstretched tongue and Hermione moaned as each one landed. Tom was still trying to catch his breath, every muscle tight and twitching in his body, and his heart felt like it was about to explode inside him as he stared in rapture at his sister, licking his cum from her lips.
Hermione closed her mouth, swallowing hard and Tom forced a sharp breath as he watched her throat work under her skin, carrying him down, deep inside her body. She opened her eyes and smiled happily up at him, as if expecting praise for a job well done.
Praise wasn’t enough for her though, only worship would do. Tom reached down, cupping her hand and brushing his thumb over her wet lips. “Baby sister…”
Hermione hummed happily at the nickname, but all of a sudden, Tom hated it. He’d never get to call her that again after today. Indignation flared in him and Tom’s fingers flexed against her face a second before he dropped them a few inches and wrapped them around her throat.
Hermione’s hands flew up, grasping at his as Tom lifted her up, bringing his little sister eye level with himself. She struggled, her legs kicking out as her toes lifted from the carpet. “B-brother,” she gasped, using her last bit of breath to call out his name.
Blinded by anger or lust or love, Tom pulled her forward, slamming her mouth against his. Her hands were still clinging to his fingers as he moved his lips against hers, his tongue dipping into her open mouth to slide along hers. He could taste himself in her and moaned, forcing his breath into her body.
They were brother and sister, they should be together. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth until he felt her pulse beating thickly into it. Only then did he pull her away from him and loosened his hold on her neck while he propped her up against the desk, holding onto her gently to make sure she didn’t fall back to her knees.
Hermione coughed, her face paling and then turning red again as she gasped for breath. Tom ran his hand over her head and down her back to soothe her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, composing his voice to sound like a concerned older brother.
Hermione coughed again then nodded. Her hand was on the base of her neck and Tom couldn’t help but notice how small her hand looked in comparison to the large red print encircling her throat.
“I,” she croaked, swallowing and wincing at the soreness, “I wasn’t sure you were going to let go.”
Tom smirked. “Did you want me to?”
Hermione glanced up at him, her eyes darting back and forth between his. “No.”
Shock ran through him, chasing his blood through his veins and shooting straight to the tip of his cock. He was possessed with the urge to kiss her again, this time softer, longer. To put everything he was feeling, had ever felt, into that one action, but as he was about to lean down, Hermione cleared her throat.
“They’ll be back in a couple hours,” she said, her voice flattening. “I need to shower and start to cover this up.” She rubbed at the base of her throat again.
Tom glanced back down at her neck and schooled his face into the mild placidity he normally wore at home. “Yeah, I’ve got shit to do.”
He let her leave, but didn’t move until she had grabbed her dress from the floor and closed the door behind her. Tom ran his hand over his face, wiping away the last remnants of Hermione’s kiss from his lips before picking up his suit trousers and pulling them up his long legs. He didn’t bother buttoning them yet; he didn’t want to stay in these clothes any longer than he had to. Although he had told Hermione the truth, he did have things to do before their parents arrived home. Any evidence of their weekend would have to be erased, living only in the recesses of his mind.
There, and on the external hard drive he planned on uploading the security camera footage so he could play it over and over again for himself once he got back to school.
Tom sat down at his step-father’s computer and quickly clicked through the cameras. He didn’t want to remove the entire weekend or his step-father would ask questions. Tom chewed on the inside of his cheek as he pulled up the pool feed from yesterday, only to find… nothing. He checked again, just to make sure, and the footage from Saturday afternoon was of the crystal water undisturbed, no trace of Hermione’s naked body or Tom shoving her under the water for the best head he’d ever received.
He frowned and backtracking, moved over to the kitchen last night. Tom’s fingers moved quickly as he watched Hermione and himself talking, getting drinks, and then heading down into the theater room at high speed. Three clicks later and he was watching them watch the movie, sitting side by side and eating their pizza. Tom leaned forward, knowing that on the monitor, Hermione was about to recline and put her legs in his lap. Except she didn’t. The time kept moving, but the image on the screen stayed the same. It was good work, really good. He hadn’t expected that from someone like her.
Tom closed the program and breathed out slowly. He had told Hermione to come in here this morning and wait for him. She was the only person who would have been able to touch the footage, but why would she help him by erasing it? His stomach swooped inside him when the realization hit him. She wanted it gone. Hermione wanted to make sure no one ever knew this weekend happened or that she had let her brother fuck her until she was limp and begging for him to stop.
Tom felt his cheeks burning with shame. Not only did Hermione not want her father finding out, but she didn’t want Tom to have access to the footage either. Tom pushed his thumb into the button to turn the monitor off, not wanting to look at what she had taken from him, but was met with his own furious reflection, staring back at him in the dark mirror of the screen.
“How does a god die?” he asked himself.
The reflection answered him back. “When no one worships it anymore.”
Tom grabbed the rest of his suit off the floor and marched upstairs. He spent longer than he’d like to admit just sitting in his room, trying to calm himself down and keep himself from finding Hermione, haul her into his room, and spend every last second before their parents walked through the door as deep in her as he could get. If her father happened to walk in while Tom was pumping Hermione full of his cum, then so be it.
But Tom had worked too hard and too long to let it all be thrown away on some false allegation that his step-father would surely bring against him. He knew from the start it would only be these three days then he would have to come back to regular life, acting like nothing had ever happened between them.
Once he forced that harsh truth down his throat until it sat sourly on his stomach, Tom got dressed. He put his suit in a garment bag to take to the dry cleaners in the morning and checked off the first thing on his mental list. He went through the motions, heading out to the pool and gathering his sunglasses and Hermione’s towel that had been left sitting there. Next he went down to the theater room and picked up the empty cans, dirty plates, and day-old pizza congealed with grease where Hermione had picked off the mushrooms. The sight of it turned his stomach and Tom closed the box as quickly as he could.
By the time he had started the laundry and the dishwasher and hosed down the theater room with air freshener just in case the scent of Hermione’s cunt lingered on the cushions, Tom barely had time to shower it off himself changing back into his normal clothes. When he pulled his jeans on, he felt a strange weight in the pocket. Tom fished out Hermione’s phone, staring down at this last piece of her he still held in his hands.
“Thanks for that,” Hermione’s voice cut into his room. She was standing in his doorway, hand outstretched so she didn’t have to step inside. Tom walked towards her and noticed that, for the first time since he came back home, Hermione was wearing a bra under her shirt. Leggings too, no more short shorts for him to lust over. He supposed she didn’t want to invite his gaze now that she knew what the full weight of it felt like.
Tom paused before he handed over the phone, eyes lingering on her neck. She had done a good job with that too. No one would guess that underneath the blended makeup was his handprint encircling her throat.
“Tom?” Hermione said his name impatiently, sounding nothing like the way she had moaned it this morning.
Tom’s nostrils flared with aggravation and he shoved the phone into her hand, recoiling as quickly as he could because he didn’t trust himself not to latch onto it and pull her into him for one last taste.
“Thanks,” she said in a falsely chipper voice and spun on her heel, leaving him alone again.
Tom felt a dull throb in his neck, only then realizing how hard he was clenching his teeth. He worked his jaw, listening to Hermione make it all the way down the stairs before he forced himself to follow her.
When he reached the bottom she was nowhere to be seen. That suited Tom just fine. He never liked looking at things he couldn’t have. As a child, his mother used to walk him by a toy store so he could look at the bright lights and little animatronic robots walking around on stiff legs. He was seven when he looked up at her and said he never wanted to come back. Tom could still remember the look of heartbreak in her eyes and how her hand flew to her chest, twisting the locket she always wore around her neck.
“One day,” she told him that night as she tucked him into bed, “You’ll have everything you could ever want.”
“When?” he asked her.
She touched her locket again and a strange smile slipped onto her face. “When you take it, Tom.” She leaned down and kissed him goodnight.
He laid awake, staring up at the glow and the dark stars above his bed while his mother slipped quietly out the front door and locked it.
Tom watched as the door knob turned, his stomach twisting inside him as it did.
“Daddy!” Hermione bounded past him, rushing forward to greet her father as he walked in the house.
“Hermione!” He dropped his bags and stretched out his arms as Hermione jumped into them.
Tom stretched his neck, cracking it to try and relieve a bit of the pressure he felt in the base of his skull.
He cast his eyes to the high ceiling, in what anyone else would think was a prayer, but Tom just didn’t want to see the two people who hated him most hugging and telling one another how much they missed each other. It was only three days for Christ’s sake and it’s not like either of them were lonely in that time.
“Tom.” His mother’s voice was soft and gentle. She was walking past her husband and step-daughter to approach him. Tom gave her the simple placid smile he was bade her goodbye with and Merope touched his arm gently, leaning up to kiss his cheek in greeting. “It’s so good to see you, darling. We had such a good time, but it is nice to be back home. I hope you had a good weekend?”
Tom met Hermione’s eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at him. “It was,” he allowed his smile to slip into a smirk for just a moment, “enjoyable, to say the least.”
Hermione glared at him and turned back around.
“I hope you behaved yourself, Tom,” his step-father cut in, picking up the bags at the door just to hand them off to Tom. “The house is still standing at least.” He moved further into the living room, looking around as if he expected to find something missing or broken.
“The house, yes,” Tom quipped and his mother’s head cut in his direction again, but Tom looked over at Hermione. With a dark look, she gave him the smallest shake of her head. Tom merely hefted the bags up and turned back to address his mother. He stopped when he saw her looking strangely at Hermione, then back at him. “Let me carry these up for you, Mother,” Tom offered.
Merope blinked and led him up the opposite set of stairs to her and her husband’s room where she told Tom all about the beach cottage they stayed at, the food they ate, how they danced in the sand, and watched the sun rise over the ocean in the morning.
“I’d love for us all to go back as a family,” she concluded.
Tom didn’t want to refuse, but the last thing he wanted was to be stuck in an even smaller house with Hermione where she would wear even less clothes than she was now.
“Maybe next year,” he said as a way to put her off.
His mother sighed as she sat on the side of the bed. “How were things here, with Hermione?”
It was no secret that Tom and his step-sister didn’t get along. They traded barbs and snide comments, which Hermione could spew as many as she wanted to, but if her father caught Tom retorting, yelled at him as if he was a child. As much as this past weekend had changed things between them, they would go right back to what they always were now that their parents were home.
“Fine,” Tom answered.
“Tom,” his mother prodded. “It’s me, darling. You can always talk to me.”
Tom looked his mother right in the eyes and smiled demurely. “It was fine, Mother.”
She breathed out, as if in relief, and Tom tensed. Any infraction he was deemed to have committed was not just on his head, but hers as well. He had heard his mother and step-father fighting plenty of times over his behavior before.
“Why does he act like that, Merope? No normal boy does something like that!”
“He’s never had a father before, John! There’s never been anyone to teach him how to deal with things like this!”
“And whose fault is that?!”
Tom smiled at his mother from the doorway. “I’m glad you’re back.”
His smile dropped from his face as soon as he was alone again. He didn’t think he could stand sitting in his bedroom right now and headed back down the stairs into the kitchen only to find Hermione waiting for him there.
He stopped at the foot of the stairs. “Where’s your father?”
“In his office.” Hermione plastered a fake smile onto her face. “Checking over the security footage.”
Tom walked around the other side of the kitchen island. “So kind of you to make sure the cameras were working properly this morning,” he said snidely. “Sister.”
It was a risk to bait her like that, but Tom couldn’t just stand here without doing something to her.
“It’s pretty easy once you’ve done it a few times.” She shrugged.
Tom’s brows lowered. “How many times?” he asked darkly.
Hermione pushed off the counter and walked up to him. She came too close, closer than a sister should, and whispered in his ear, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Barely able to keep his hands at his sides, Tom moved purposefully past her. Was he to just be another number to her? He knew she had boyfriends in the past, even having met a few of them. The first was a hulking polo player who could barely walk when he wasn’t on a horse, and Tom made a comment to Hermione that all those hours in the saddle might have damaged his goods. Even though she had called Tom crude and vulgar, the polo player hadn’t lasted for much longer after that.
The next was a posh lad with curly blond hair whom her father adored. Tom never met him in person, having been at school when they were together, but stalked the pair of them through their socials. Tom nearly broke his phone when he saw Hermione in a prom dress and the douche’s arm around her waist while he stood smugly by her side. He survived longer than the polo player, but in the end Hermione cut him loose, posting a picture on her instagram of college applications with a quote about putting childish things away.
He couldn’t be upset exactly that Hermione had been with other guys, after all, he enjoyed her experience immensely, but what he didn’t like was the idea of being added to her collection, just another name in a series of events, even if she had called him a god for what he made her feel.
“I’m certain your father would be interested,” Tom said mildly as he took a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. His mouth felt dry and it made the sick churning inside him worsen.
“What Daddy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Hermione moved around the island towards Tom again, her hand sliding over the counter smoothly. “Isn’t that your mother’s motto?”
Tom slammed the glass down on the counter almost hard enough to break it. “I told you not to speak about my mother,” he warned.
Hermione sauntered towards him, her body swaying with each step. “Careful, Tom,” she said in a sultry voice and the muscle in his cheek twitched in response. “You’ll mess up my concealer if you choke me again.”
Tom stood there, almost shaking with rage. She was making fun of him, taunting him with the fact that he couldn’t even touch her now when just this morning he had her bent over and crying because she couldn’t stop cumming. Now he could only stand there, his hands at his sides, impotent with unspent power.
“Brothers and sisters shouldn’t fight, Tom.” Hermione adopted a look of pure innocence. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
This was how Hermione always fought, nagging and nagging at him until he burst forth and lost his temper with her. Then she’d cry to her father that he was mean to her, that she had just been trying to bond with him and that Tom had shouted at her, scared her. Tom had watched tears slip down Hermione’s face only to be caught in the cruel curve of her smile too many times to fall for her old tricks now.
Tom calmed himself with the memory of how she came apart while he licked an orgasm from her cunt. “You forget yourself, Hermione,” he said mildly, his tongue flicking in his partially open mouth. “I got what I wanted.” Lifting his brows in a slightly interested manner, he asked, “Did you?”
Hermione’s mouth snapped shut and she blushed so deeply he could just about make it out as her face and neck flushed under the layers of makeup.
“I hope you two didn’t get on each other’s nerves being cooped up together for so long,” Hermione’s father said jovially as he walked into the kitchen. Immediately Hermione jumped away from Tom, hiding the random movement in a race to her father’s side.
Hugging him again, Hermione turned her face up to answer him. “We actually had a pretty good time.”
“You did?” he asked, his voice flattening when he glanced over to Tom and then back to his daughter.
“Yes, Daddy,” Hermione nodded. “I mostly studied, but Tom saw how hard I was working and surprised me with pizza and a movie night last night!” She beamed in Tom’s direction, but he saw the challenge in her eyes all the same.
“I hope you didn’t distract her too much,” her father said before planting a kiss on the top of her head.
“No, sir,” Tom assured him. “She was in bed by ten thirty, I believe.”
His step-father merely grunted in response, releasing Hermione with a final squeeze around her shoulders. “Seems like you took care of my little girl, after all.”
The smile that spread across his face was the first genuine one he had given his step-father. “Yes, sir. I certainly did.”
It didn’t even fade when he saw Hermione cross her arms and glare at him from across the kitchen. If anything, her ire made him smile even more.
“Since you’re in here, set the table, Tom,” Hermione’s father said in an authoritative voice. “Hermione, why don’t you go upstairs and get changed for dinner? We’ll be eating soon.”
“Of course, Daddy,” Hermione flashed Tom one last look before she marched off up the stairs and Tom turned around quickly, using the excuse of pulling plates out of the cabinet to hide his silent laughter.
He was used to being ordered around by his step-father by this point. Hermione had barely ever washed a dish in her life, but Tom had often found himself on the receiving end of chores to keep him busy and out of his step-father’s way. Coincidentally, it also kept him out of Hermione’s way which normally he was okay with, but now felt unfulfilled by their interrupted argument.
Dinner was a rather dull affair, a pitiful ending to what had been a wonderful weekend. Tom listened to his mother talk about their getaway again, with his step-father interrupting every now and then to offer some useless detail that no one had asked for. Tom nodded like he was paying attention, but halfway through only listened with one ear and looked across the table at Hermione. She had pinned her hair back out of her face which had the added effect of showing off her neck.
He knew she did this on purpose and while the cover up masked his handprint, he watched how she took only small bites, swallowing delicately due to the bruising underneath. If he wasn’t mistaken, she blushed a little each time, as if she almost liked the feeling. When she picked up her glass and took a long drink, Hermione met Tom’s eyes over the rim, letting him watch as little pools of tears collected in the inner corners of her eyes as she drank long and slow.
Tom adjusted the napkin on his lap, clearing his throat as he reached for his own glass, somehow suddenly parched.
Hermione placed her drink back on the table and licked the last drop of water from her bottom lip, flicking her tongue out against it and then sucking it into her mouth.
“Do you need some more water?” Tom’s mother asked him and only then did he notice that there was nothing left in his glass.
“No, thank you, Mother.” He quickly sat it down on the table again.
“You can have some of mine,” Hermione offered sweetly and pushed her drink across the table towards him.
Tom would have gladly gulped the whole glass down, just for the chance that he might taste her on the rim of it, but he waved his hand in front of him instead. “That’s okay, Hermione. I’ve had enough.”
Her smile fell a little and she sunk against the back of her chair, almost pouting as she pushed her potatoes around her plate.
“Oh this makes me so happy!” Tom’s mother exclaimed. “Seeing you two getting along.” She clasped her hands together in front of her chest. “Look, John, they’re sharing!”
Tom’s step-father grunted again, speared a piece of pork on his plate, and swirled it in the air. “Maybe Tom will join us for the service next weekend.”
“Oh that would be lovely!” Merope encouraged. “What do you say, Tom? It will be like old times, the whole family going to church together!”
“It would do you good, son,” his step-father cut in before Tom could answer and he bristled at the use of the word son. “I’ve got a special sermon I am going to give since I missed service this week.”
“That’s kind of you to invite me, Reverend,” Tom said, biting back words he wished he could tell his step-father. He had hated every moment he sat there, watching his step-father pontificate to a crowd of people who treated him like the second coming. Tom had always thought it vile that Reverend Granger had met and asked out his mother at an outreach program the church hosted, but his mother never left an opportunity on the table and every Sunday after that she had dragged them to the church and sat them in the front row, crossing her legs so that the dress she wore flashed a bit of thigh before she made a show of pulling it back down to an appropriate length.
It was bad enough he had to live in his house, but Tom would be damned before he stepped food in his step-father’s church again.
“A few friends from school are moving into an apartment near campus next weekend and I said I would help them.”
“You’re not moving in with them, are you?” Hermione asked urgently.
The table was silent for a moment, surprised by her outburst. Tom recovered the quickest and slightly pleased by her interest said, “No, lil-” he stopped, having almost slipped and saw a thought move deep behind Hermione’s eyes. Tom took another drink from his empty glass, acting like a dry mouth was what stopped him from speaking. “No, Hermione.” He shook his head as he slid the glass back into place. “I’m on a scholarship and my housing is covered by that. Although most upperclassmen live off campus, as an RA I am still in the dorms this year..”
“Oh, of course” was all Hermione answered with and went back to staring down at her potatoes again, brows pulled tight in thought.
“Now these dorms,” Reverend Granger said, pushing a mouthful of pork into his cheek in order to speak. “Are they co-ed?”
“Daddy,” Hermione whined and Tom inadvertently lurched forward a few inches at the tone of her voice. She had said ‘Brother’ exactly like that. “Don’t start.”
“Alright, alright,” he acquiesced. “I just don’t think it is proper for young ladies to be living in such close proximity to—”
“Dad-dy,” Hermione put even more emphasis on it this time and Tom felt his mouth go dry again.
“You’re a good father, John,” Merope interjected as she cut into her broccolini. She did this often, smoothed over what would be arguments, soothing her husband with compliments so any slight the children had given was forgotten. “You’ve raised your daughter well,” she added with a nod to Hermione and Tom noticed when Hermione looked over at her step-mother, there was almost an expression of gratitude on her face.
Tom sat quietly, ruminating over this for the rest of dinner while his mother shared more stories from their vacation to placate their fucked up little family. When they finished, Tom declined going through the photos with the three of them, claiming a headache and closed himself up in his room with an uncomfortable feeling of his stomach floating inside him.
He distracted himself as long as he could, blaring music through his earbuds and purposefully not checking any of Hermione’s accounts to avoid any lingering feelings, and shortly after midnight stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed.
Tom stared at the ceiling until his eyes burned. He knew he wasn’t getting any sleep tonight. Not when he knew his step-sister was just down the hall, laying in the bed he had fucked her in, the bed he had… what had last night been? When it was happening he hadn’t let himself think too hard about what he was feeling, but now it was all he could do to try and stop his heart from pounding those thoughts into his head with every beat. There was no point in thinking them, it would never happen. There were no stars on his ceiling and Hermione wasn’t something he could take just because he wanted.
No matter how much he wanted her. Because Hermione had only wanted—
“Tom?”
He sat upright in bed. Hermione was standing in his doorway, wearing only a black t-shirt and her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
“What are you doing here?”
Hermione took a step inside his room.
“Stop.”
She did, but her upper body leaned forward on its own. She uncrossed her arms only to drop one and hold it tight against her body with her other hand.
Tom eyed her carefully. “Why are you in my room?”
“I… I couldn’t sleep.” Hermione shifted her weight from one foot to the other and pulled on the hem of the t-shirt. “I thought maybe… my big brother could help.”
Tom ran his hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck. As soon as he closed his eyes he heard Hermione take two quick steps forward. They flew open and she stopped again, as if she were playing some strange game of red light, green light.
“Go back to your room, Hermione,” Tom forced out, his voice strained. Having her in his room was hard enough, he didn’t want her anywhere near his bed.
“Tom…” Hermione whined and Tom felt his cock twitch under the covers. “Brother…”
He threw himself back with a groan. He wouldn’t fall into whatever game Hermione was playing. He wouldn’t let her get something else to hold over his head. Not now, not ever again. Tom rolled over, turning his back on Hermione. He’d finally evened the score after two years, repaid all the debts he owed her, and he wasn’t going to mortgage his whole future on the chance to cum in her cunt one more time.
The bed dipped and Tom felt the covers move as his sister slid into the bed next to him. He focused on his breathing, keeping it even and calm. The last thing he wanted was Hermione knowing just how much she was affecting him. He could force himself to breathe on an even keel, but he couldn’t stop his blood from pounding in his veins, pushing itself down into his hardening cock.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” she said in such a small voice that Tom’s first instinct was to turn around and take her into his arms, to hold her and comfort her. When he didn’t respond, Hermione touched his shoulder blade with the tips of her finger, tracing the outline of the bone and muscle. “Little sisters need their big brothers,” she whispered into the space between them.
In a single fluid move Tom flipped over, grabbed Hermione’s wrists and pinned them on either side of her head. In her shock, Hermione didn’t even fight back and Tom easily slipped his thigh in between her legs, forcing them wide enough for him to slot himself comfortably between them. His cock instinctively sought the warmth at her center and Tom released a heavy breath onto Hermione’s face as he pressed his hips down further into the feeling.
“I did what you wanted.” Tom stared down into his sister’s face. “Everything you wanted, you little brat. You called in your favor and I spent all weekend spoiling your cunt, giving you everything you said no one else would, and no matter how far I pushed, you never safe-worded out. I was your live-in fuck doll all weekend, letting you live out every sinful fantasty you thought up about having a step-brother.” He felt Hermione’s breathing speed up and watched her pupils expand in the darkness of his room. “I have to admit when you said you orchestrated our parents going out of town and wanted me to force fuck you all weekend I was mildly surprised. I’ve heard stories about preacher’s daughters, but even I was shocked you wanted to fuck your own brother.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t want it too,” Hermione retorted, her cheeks aflame with shame and embarrassment. “I was just brave enough to say it.”
Tom smirked. “Stupid enough, more likely. I wanted to even the score. You called in your favor, Hermione, so why are you here now?”
Hermione laid still and Tom could feel her body tensing as she struggled with the anger he was stirring up inside her.
“I… I told you, I couldn’t sleep and…”
“And you thought you could just prance in here, wearing next to nothing and make me…” Tom breathed out heavily through his nose. “Take it.”
Hermione lifted her head up from the pillow and brushed her lips against his. “Gods can take anything they want, Tom. Especially when they have a willing sacrifice.”
Every muscle in his body tightened and Tom’s cock throbbed so hard it pushed a bead of precum up, leaking into his boxers. He rolled his hips against Hermione’s desperate for the friction and the small ounce of relief it brought to his aching cock.
“Is that what you are?” Tom said hoarsely.
Hermione ran her nose along his. “I’m your baby sister, Tom.”
Tom let out a small groan before he pushed her back against the bed, pinning her down with the weight on his body while he forced his tongue into her mouth. Hermione moaned, sucking it in deeper and hiking her legs up around his waist. With her body tilted in this direction, Tom could easily feel the heat and moisture coming from in between her legs and it was obvious to him that there was nothing covering her cunt.
He let go of her hands and they flew into his hair, pulling his face down towards hers as Tom reached around himself to push his boxers off his hips. Hermione released him only long enough for Tom to sit back and slip the boxers off his legs. As much as he wanted to shove his cock straight into her wet cunt, he couldn’t let Hermione use this as another thing to hold over his head.
“Why are you really here, Hermione? In my room, in my bed?”
“I told you, I…” she stammered a little, “I couldn’t sleep and I wanted…” Tom waited patiently for her to confess her thoughts. “I wanted you, Tom. I want my brother.”
He could see the stain of embarrassment on her cheeks even in the darkened room. His own blood pumped in him, thick and heavy with arousal.
“You’re not lying, are you, Hermione? Because you know that’s a sin,” Tom said in a serious tone.
Hermione did her best to shake her head. “If I am, will you absolve me?”
Tom pushed his hips down, sliding his cock along the slick strip of skin between his sister’s legs. “I am not a merciful god.”
Hermione moaned as he rubbed the thick head of his cock against her clit a few times, letting his precum lubricate their sensitive skin. “I may not be lying, but you can still punish me for my other sins,” she breathed out.
Tom looked down between their bodies and worked to line his cock up with her opening. When the tip was pressing in, he took her face in his hand and trained her eyes on his. “Tell me what they are.”
Hermione moaned softly as Tom slowly slid the length of his cock in her, dragging it out until he was buried in her to the hilt. She was gasping, her small body struggling under his weight and filled to the brim with all of him, still she tried to move under him, and work his cock with her cunt.
“No. You don’t get to cum until you tell me what you’ve done.”
Hermione whined as he pulled his cock out to the tip, keeping her open just enough so that he could sink back in easily.
“Go on,” Tom encouraged. “You’ll feel better once you get it all off your chest. I’ll make sure of it.” He kissed her forehead and began pushing his length back into her.
She let out a small moan, pressing her head back into the pillow and closing her eyes as Tom moved slowly on top of her. “I lied to my father so I could fuck my brother. I let him do anything he wanted to me, and everything I wanted then… I snuck into his room to fuck him again.”
As soon as she said the words her cunt clenched around him. “Oh, Hermione,” Tom whispered her name. “You know that’s wrong.”
“I know,” she keened, pushing her hips up as he drew back, chasing after him for more. “But I want it.”
Tom sank himself deep in her and Hermione bit back a pained whimper, clinging onto him for support. “And you want me to give it to you because you’re a spoiled little brat who thinks she should get everything she wants?”
“Yes,” she cried, trying to lock her legs around his back to keep him from pulling out again. “Please, Tom. Brother… God…”
Tom hummed happily in the back of his throat. “Is that who you’re asking? You’re praying to your god to let your brother fuck you?” he asked as he drove himself into her, bottoming out against her soft walls and felt moisture ooze out to coat his tight balls.
“Yes,” she whispered and opened her eyes to look at him. “It’s what I prayed for every night. For you to come into my room and fuck me until I couldn’t move, until I couldn’t do anything but cum for you.”
Tom smirked. “What sort of god would I be if I didn’t answer those prayers?”
He hissed as he felt her tighten and pushed his cock against her inner walls, wanting to get deeper. Hermione let out a small soft cry and clung onto his sides and tears began to form in her partially open eyes.
“It hurts,” she whined.
“I know,” Tom said gently, kissing the troubled spot between her brows. “You’re such a little sister,” he thrust into her again, ignoring her pitiful cry, “and I’m such a big brother.” Tom groaned as he seated himself in her once more, resting there for a moment and letting her cunt flutter around him. “I’m going to keep going or it will hurt even longer. Now do what your big brother tells you to and be a good baby sister and take it.”
Hermione nodded, closing her eyes and gulping down a breath, but let it loose in a high pitched scream when Tom started to move again. He thrust himself in her all at once, covering her mouth to stifle her screaming moan as it was forced from her by his pounding cock. Tom arched his back, fucking her fast and felt her cunt closing in on him.
“Are you going to sneak into my room like this every night until I go back to school?” Tom said in a heavy whisper, his face inches above hers. Hermione nodded, her eyes starting to roll back under her lids. “Are you going to let me hold you down and take my pleasure from your weeping cunt?”
She moaned into his hand, her thighs tensing around her waist as he pushed himself deeper, the sound of their slapping skin growing louder as he fucked her harder.
“Are you going to be my good baby sister and suck my cock every morning? Are you going to keep it in your mouth even after I’ve cum and work me up until I’m hard again to pay me back for every orgasm I’ve blessed you with?”
Hermione tried to nod, but it was lost as her body started to convulse, her orgasm pushing through her and taking over.
“Are you going to call me your god when I make your cunt cum over and over? Are you going to beg me to stop, but let me keep going because it’s good for me?”
He removed his hand and Hermione took one full gasp of air before spilling over herself to cry out, “Yes, God, Tom, yes… all… anything… yes, oh God! More, please… more…” She was sobbing as she came, telling Tom everything he had wanted to hear for so long. He bent his head down, licking the tears from her face as he drove her pleasure on, making it wrack through her body like it was possessing her.
The feel of her coming apart underneath him and clenching tighter than she ever had before on his cock had Tom shooting hot rivulets of cum into her cunt, pumping himself so hard and fast he had to hold his sister down to keep her in place. As the last of his orgasm leaked into her, Tom sank heavily on top of Hermione, trying to catch his breath. She ran her hand down his back, sending a shiver along his spine which caused his cock to pulse in her and his empty balls drew up, aching to give her more.
It took him a moment, but when he could, Tom rolled off of her, pulling his little sister into his arms and holding her gently to his chest.
It was then that he noticed the name of his school written in block letters across her chest.
“Are you wearing my shirt?” Tom smirked, a little pleased to see his clothing on his sister.
Hermione looked down at her shirt then back up to him, “Actually, it’s mine.” Tom’s brows lifted and Hermione took a deep breath, making her breasts fill the letters until they stretched. “I’m part of the incoming freshman class attending this fall.”
Tom’s ears rang for a moment. “What did you say?”
“Surprise,” Hermione giggled. “I guess you’ll have to put up with your bratty little sister a little longer than you bargained for.”
Tom stared in disbelief. “How did you convince your father to let you go?”
“He thought I was applying to an all girls’ school. It wasn’t that difficult to scan in the actual acceptance documents I received and change the seal and name on them to have him sign off. Once he found out, it was too late to apply anywhere else and get accepted in time for the fall semester.”
“And he was just okay with that?”
“Well,” Hermione rolled her eyes a little. “He didn’t let me go to Cancun like I planned, but it meant that I got to stay here with you, so I didn’t mind so much. It’s not like he can stop me exactly, I’m eighteen, I can go wherever I want.”
“It doesn’t mean he’s going to pay for it and I’m pretty sure you over-qualify on the income restrictions for scholarships.”
Hermione folded her hands in her lap. “Your mother actually helped with that. She told him that if he didn’t pay for my schooling, she would.”
His mother had certainly funneled enough of her husband’s funds into various accounts to front the money for Hermione’s tuition. Tom’s mind spun, circling around the strange thought that he didn’t mind his mother helping Hermione, in fact, he rather liked the idea of his mother and his sister treating each other like… family.
“I just filled out my housing assignment on Friday. I’m going to be a resident in your hall. That’s why I wanted to make sure you were going to be living there too.”
Tom rubbed his hand over his face. “As soon as your father finds that out, he won’t care what my mother says, he will drag you back home instead of letting you live next to me.”
“That’s what the security footage is for,” Hermione said simply. “I’m tired of him controlling every aspect of my life. If he tries to take me from school or stop paying for it, I’ll threaten to send out the videos to everyone in his congregation. Let’s see if he can embezzle the church’s money once they find out his daughter is fucking her brother in a house their tithes paid for.”
Tom looked down on his little sister, thoroughly impressed. He had always thought she was the perfect doting daughter to her holier than thou father, but based on the look on her face, Hermione might hate her father as much as he did, or maybe even more.
His sister, was attending his school, and living in his hall. A few days ago this would have been a living nightmare, but not Tom hardly dared to hope it was true. He pushed Hermione back down on the bed, hovering over her and staring into her eyes, seeing the stars from outside the window reflected in them. He took her face in his hands, holding it gently and wiping away the last traces of her tears.
“So,” Tom asked with a small smirk, “what’s going to happen when you’re at school with me?”
“Well,” Hermione returned his expression. “I’ve never been on my own before, so I’ll need my big brother to help take care of me in case I get lonely or scared at night and need to hide under the cover, and of course,” she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, letting her fingertips trail in between his shoulders, “I’ll need to be reminded to say my prayers every night before bed.”
“Hmm,” Tom leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “That’s exactly what a big brother is for, Hermione.”