Sugar and Soap

By Second Year, Lily had already had several boyfriends, all older than her by at least 3 years. She\'d scraped by her classes First Year with very average grades-  a lot in part to her charm and the stream of young men she dated, not her study habbits. It didn\'t seem unusual. She learned from the best, watching out of the corner of her eye each night as James snogged a new girl by the fire. He\'d kiss them, touch them, whisper the same promises to each and every one of them. Since the dream, she\'d felt guilty whenever she needed to face her oldest brother. And so she had avoided him most of the remainder of the year...except for when James got mad.



Two weeks after try-outs, where twelve year old Lily had landed Gryffindor Seeker, Longbottom gave her detention. She wasn\'t quite sure why she had to be detained; she\'d done exactly what she always did- playing with the Snitch in the back of his room all class period. It wasn\'t anything new or unexpected, and it was certainly not disruptive to anyone else besides him, but she showed up, regardless, and sat at a desk in the front row for fourty five minutes so far, just staring at his face.



He was sweating. It beaded across his forehead, dripped down his neck beneath his collar, and stained his back and underarms a darker blue than was intended. She chewed her lip in attempt to develop a way out, an escape. And then it came to her, how to make Longbottom even more uncomfortable. Slowly she stood up and walked around the desk, perching on the edge.



He peered up from his grading. "Lily, I told you to sit at the desk...not on it." He eyed her, as she crossed one thin, creamy thigh over the other, his breath catching in his throat. She\'d began to become a young woman already. Not that her body had changed, but her mannerisms, the way she dressed...sometimes they made him shy away. "Please take your s-s-seat," he stuttered.



She blinked her big, almond shaped eyes up at him, trapsing a finger across her leg. This technique had worked on a few Professors already, including Slughorn, who was serving a new term here at the castle until someone younger was found to take up Potions Master. "I\'m sorry, Professor," she whimpered, that innocent little smile spreading across her face, "I don\'t mean to be such a naughty little girl."



Neville\'s mouth gaped, his cheeks reddened, and his eyes widened. He stared at the little red head for a good thirty seconds this way before eyeing the ring on his finger. He pushed back from his desk. \'Lily...what happened to you?\' he questioned. She was, after all, so small, so young. The last time he\'d seen her out of Hogwarts, when she was eight, she was so niave. Now...now... he shuddered and stood and walked around his work station to her. "I said t-t-take your s-s-seat."



She blinked. "Are you gonna punish me if I don\'t?" Lily giggled and twirled her hair around her finger, leaning back a bit on the desk to look him up and down. "Mmm. You look so good, Professor. Have you been working out?"



Neville\'s mouth snapped shut and his face went from a flushed pink posie to a red beet in ten seconds flat. He felt his cock take an interest, and that made him back up. "Lily...What in M-m-merlin\'s name..."



She ran her hand up her thigh, sliding it beneath her skirt, eyes locked on his pants as they tented. She blinked, making her eyes big and doe-like. "Professor, what\'s that?" She asked, pointing to his erection, her face somewhere between bewildered and innocent. "Is it a toy? Can I see?"



"N-n-n-n-no!" he stammered out, backing away from her. He sank down behind his desk rather quickly, and took a few deep breaths before staring at the back of the room looking horrified. "Miss Potter, you\'re dismissed."



Slowly she slid off the desk, mocking hurt. She\'d known she scared him. And she knew he was turned on at the same time. Slowly she bent over, her white cotton panties showing beneath her skirt, and gathered her things before straightening once more and looking him over. "Have a good afternoon, Professor Longbottom," she chirped, before departing.



James sat in the Common Room watching her as she came in. His lip curled into a sneer, bombarded by images of Neville Longbottom\'s rising errection before he was able to shut his mind off from her own. He\'d discovered this ammendment to his talent and although he never used it, he sometimes needed it in order to focus. Hardly ever had he turned off Lily\'s mind, though. Knowing just how many people had kissed his little sister, how they touched her, it ate him up inside. Quickly he became obsessed with it. He\'d rip apart her room, her school bag. He\'d burn all of her love notes. He\'d grab her by the cheeks and force her to look up at him while he screamed at her. He\'d scare her. Something in the way she looked, the way the fear filled her eyes, when he\'d raise his voice or accidentally grab her too hard...it got him going.



"How was detention?" he asked, his brown pools simmering.



"How did you..." she blinked, and stepped back, seeing the smoulder on his face. She hadn\'t told anyone she\'d gotten detention. And Longbottom had held her after class when everyone else left to assign it.



"Don\'t think that I don\'t know everything you do before you do it," he glared, standing and towering over her. He grabbed her wrist roughly and chuckled when she winced.



"James, that hurts," she hissed, trying to pull away from him.



He let go. Carefully he surveyed her, arms crossed over his chest. Her skirt was shorter than normal, hiked up, and her hair was down. "You\'re going out tonight..." he growled.



She blinked and tried not to think about that Slytherin boy in her year...Nott. She tried to forget the way, yesterday in Charms class, his hand had snaked onto her thigh, rubbing and caressing gentle little circles around her knee.



"With a snake..." he added, his lip curling even more.



She glared. "What\'s it to you?" before dropping her bag and turning to leave.



He caught her around the middle and lifted her into the air. He laughed in amusment as her legs started to kick, her finger nails dug into his arm, and she grunted to try and fight him off. She wasn\'t hurting him. Something about it was cute. He brought his hand through her hair, tucking it over her shoulder, and brought his lips to her ear. "Be careful, Lily...you never know who could be lurking in the castle late at night."



His voice was barely a whisper, and it sent chills down her body. As she was sat on the ground once more she turned and her eyes narrowed even more, her hands in fists at her sides. "What\'s that supposed to mean?" she growled back, puffing out her tiny little chest.



"Might be a clown."



"Shut up, James..." she said, voice still sour as she headed for the door.



As she drifted back to the Common Room later that night, her eyes glazed over and cheeks glowing from her encounter, she drew in a deep breath and let out a satisfied sigh. Her shirt was buttoned askew, her skirt crooked, and one of her knee high socks sagged. The wool was starting to itch, so she bent beside the tapestry near the tower to pull it back up, humming her favorite song when two arms snaked out from beneath and yanked her in the recess behind, one hand clamping over her mouth.



Lily twisted and struggled and turned in her captor\'s arms, growling like an angry cat and biting against the person\'s palm. She torqued and kicked and screamed against the hand, clawing and fighting until she felt it press up against her back. She stilled in shock at the hardness and whimpered in fear, her breathing ragged and heavy, her eyes squeezing shut. Her red hair shook back and forth as she tried to whimper out a \'no\'.



Slowly the man pulled her hair to the side, still roughly holding her into his chest by her mouth, grinding against her bottom. His mouth came to her ear, his voice moist and slick as he spoke in hushed tones. "Mmm...I thought you were my little whore..."



"James..." her voice was muffled and it sounded distorted.



His hand dropped from her mouth and went to her throat, gripping her roughly, choking her. He laughed as she went silent, as her fingers clenched around his wrist and she tried to pull away. And then he laughed again when he finally allowed her to breath and she sputtered and coughed and whimpered. "You\'re so hot when you\'re hurt..."



She started to twist against him again as his hand snaked down her stomach, growling and pushing him away with her bottom as best she could. Something about this felt familiar, and not just from her dreams. Some relation to running water...but whatever sparked the deja vu was gone as quickly as it came and as she tried to recall, she stopped fighting.



"Are you going to make this hurt more than it needs to?" he questioned, running a finger across her neck where it had been exposed. "We can play nice, or we can play rough. It\'s your choice."



And she started to flail again, she let out a yell and quickly the hand clamped over her mouth once more, the other hand grabbing both wrists easily in his large, calloused palm. from his many years as Chaser and Quidditch Captain. Albus never played nice either. So he was fairly used to securing his siblings. Of course Lily wouldn\'t remember. While he could trust Albus wouldn\'t open up to anyone, he wasn\'t sure about her. Each time he\'d taken her after the illness First Year, he\'d been sure to modify her memory. And then he\'d been waiting in the Common Room when she came in, head pounding, crying because she didn\'t know how she\'d gotten to the locker room shower, or behind a tapestry, or in an empty classroom, and he\'d comforted her.



She felt the hand around her mouth lift, replaced quickly by some sort of polyester, and shivered as it ran up her thigh from behind. She closed her eyes and sniffled, the tears welling. As he inched higher she began to sob, her body betraying her. She was wet to begin with, but it was getting worse. As James lifted her skirt, his fingers gripping her left buttocks, pulling it open, she shifted and whimpered in a different way.



He smirked. "Mmm...so you do like it, don\'t you?" He slid his hand around to her pussy and rubbed through the fabric. "Already wet for me, my naughty little girl."



She shifted, sending his pressure harder against her centre. Her legs shook, her hands trembling. James lifted his wand from his pocket a moment and flattened her palms against the stone shelf she was pressed on, securing each one in a silent spell. Both of his hands free to roam, nothing was off limits. She felt one snake beneath her shirt, grasping her tiny nipple between his rough fingers, tweaking until she moaned against his tie in her mouth. His other was between her legs, snaked around her hips, pressed down as she rubbed herself against his palm. She was getting good at getting herself off in all these encounters she couldn\'t remember. Of course, she practiced between them.



"Mmm, Lily...that\'s right..." he leaned over her more and whispered in her ear. "Good girl...good girl..." he smirked. "Grind it harder. Harder...faster..." his voice was silkier as she started to moan and writhe more against his hand, the wetness seeping through the cotton of her panties and down her inner thighs, glistening in the light from the candle he\'d brought.



She whimpered out louder and rubbed her ass against his cock, secretly wishing something was inside of her. She imagined even that ramming in, harder and harder, pushing her thighs against the stone and it made her cry out around the gag.



"Is that what you want? My, my...we are a little slut, huh?" he cooed in her ear, moving his hand as she came and tugging down her panties. After a certain point they dropped to her ankles with a little thud, and he shivered at the sweet smell. "Mm...you smell good enough to eat. Too bad I can\'t wait that long this time," he crowed, before gripping his shaft, already exposed through his fly and lack of boxers, and running it along her slit.



She panicked again. She wanted something, sure, but this was James. This was her big brother. This was wrong. She thrashed around, unable to get free, and squealed in protest against his tie, feeling his cock harden farther, expanding more, as it grazed her little entrance.



"Mmm...I like it best when you fight, little one," he chuckled, before forcing himself inside. She was so tight his eyes rolled back as he shoved only an inch or so inside. One hand went to her lower back, pushing her down more, as he pressed deeper and deeper. The descent into her pussy was excruciating. The way he was hugged by her warm wet walls made him need to thrust. Finally, frustrated, he grabbed her hips rough enough to leave fingertip bruises and jammed himself inside, laughing when she screamed against the tie. No one besides himself had fucked her yet, that he was sure of. He groaned out as he rammed the rest of his nine inches into her, feeling the back of her vagina bellow out at his head. "Mmm...so fucking tight. I might have to rip you open..."



His voice was so slippery as he said it that it made her sick. As he started to thrust, slowly at first, she sobbed and whined and whimpered, tears streaking her face. It hurt, and a strange pressure was building in her lower left abdomen behind her pelvis, painfully so. He pressed her farther against the stone, his groans coming quicker as his cock slipped faster, rougher. She squealed out and started to writhe against him, the pressure turning to pleasure that threatened to break over her little body.



"That\'s right," he growled into her ear as he leaned over her to get deeper. "Take your big brother\'s cock, you little fucking slut...take it. Mmm... moan for me, Lily," and his hand came to remove the gag in her mouth, her noises of pleasure muffled now by only her arm across her mouth. "Tell me how good it feels."



She whimpered more and more heatedly as the pleasure broke over her, like an egg, feeling herself start to sweat, her pussy gripping even tighter, dragging him back in as he pulled out. "Fuck, James...yes...mmm...more."



"More what?" He cooed in her ear.



"Harder," she whimpered. "Make it hurt."



He groaned out and complied immediatly, scraping her thighs against the stone shelf as he pounded into her with no remorse as she squealed and whined. He grabbed her hair roughly, yanking, as she clamped particularly hard around his cock and twisted the long red mess around his fist, tugging her head back with a loud scream. Luckily he\'d placed a sound barrier around the alcove earlier. "Yes...yes...that\'s right. Mmm...I\'m going to fill your little pussy all the way the fuck up, Lil...you like that, don\'t you? You fucking love it, you little fucking slut. As much as you love getting Longbottom all hot and bothered," he growled.



She screamed out and trembled more and more wildly against him, her back arching farther into him. "James. No. No. Stop," change of heart. "Stop. I\'m going to...to cum," she whimpered and panted, and felt her hair tugged harder. "Please don\'t make me cum, James. Please. I\'m your sister. This is so wrong," she whimpered.



"Harder, you said?" he asked with a smirk, and pounded even rougher into her, quirking his hips as he did, elated by her sweet little moans as he did. He continued, cock growing heavier, pulsing a bit. He was so fucking close. Slowly he reached around and parted her, gripping her clit between his thumb and index finger, and began to pinch and rub, listening as she squealed and sobbed at the same time. "Mmm...just enjoy it, Lil. Just feel it. Feel my big fucking dick filling that tiny little body of yours. Tell me you\'re my little whore."



She shook her head wildly as he dropped her hair and grabbed her ass, parting her cheeks, and rubbing against the tight little hole. "No...James...please don\'t. Please don\'t..."



"Say it," he growled.



She didn\'t. She just moaned and bucked against him, whimpering and sobbing and contracting around his cock.



He glared. Without further warning he rammed two fingers deep into her asshole, assaulting both holes at the same time rough enough to bruise. She yelped in pain. He gave a satisfied grin at the noise. "Now. Say. It!" he ordered.



"Oh fucking Merlin, I\'m your little fucking whore, James. Fuck me. Fuck me. Don\'t stop." She was frenzied now as her orgasm ran over her, eyes wide, fingers trying desperatly to grip the stone, finally finding his tigh and balling it in her palm as she squealed and screamed. "I want you to rip me open every fucking day, all day. Fuck me like only a big brother can. I\'ve been so fucking bad, James. So fucking bad. Rougher," she whimpered, the pleasure continuing. "Harder...make me fucking cum all over your cock..."



Something about when she broke down each time made him cum instantaneously. Each time he\'d taken her she eventually broke and started talking. And her voice, the things she said. He groaned her name loudly as he unloaded into her cunt, his seed spilling out with the force of his continuing thrusts and smearing between her legs. "Cum for me, Lily. You better fucking cum or I\'m adding another finger. I\'ll rip your asshole open too. I\'ll make you fucking bleed, you little whore. I\'ll make you cry even harder."



She continued to writhe around him, contracting and squealing and sobbing as she realized the things she\'d said. And then she felt a third finger thrust into her ass, a blinding white hot pain, her eyes squeezed shut and she screamed out "JAMES!" and squirted her juices out around his cock in the force, clamped around him so tight that when he tugged himself from her, it made a popping noise. She winced and laid her head down on the cool stone, eyes closed.



Slowly he removed his fingers from her ass, the same popping noise filling the silence, and leaned down to kiss her temple. "Mm...good girl," he cooed. "Hold still." She did as he said and he slowly raised his wand to her unknowing head, in one silent spell he could erase an entire



encounter, as he\'d done many times before. But as he finished up, the whispy silvery plasm retracting nicely, she fidgetted. Part of the stream sunk back in. "Fuck," he mumbled, grabbing his pants, tugging them on, removing her bonds quickly and sprinting out of the alcove and to the potrait hole. He positioned himself on the couch, knowing it\'d be a few moments before she recovered consciousness after altering her mind, and stared down at a nearby magazine, opening it on his lap.



A half hour later, Lily came into the Common Room, hair and robes all askew, hair a mess, eyes filled with tears as she rubbed her head. She was bruised, scraped, bleeding. He looked up, mock suprise on his face. "What happened, Lil?" he looked concerned, and went to her, cradling her into him. "Are you alright?" he ran his hand through her hair.



She whimpered and cried harder and held out a tie. His tie. But she didn\'t know. His name wasn\'t on it. She always felt safest with Albus, but James made her feel safe too. "I think somebody messed with my memory," she choked out. "I can\'t remember who but...I kept saying no and they...they..." her eyes welled farther. "I\'ve never...before...and..."



He lifted her up and brought her to the couch, rubbing her back. "Shhhh...there there, bug. It\'s alright," he held her close and kissed the top of her head. "I\'ll figure out who it was and they\'ll pay. But really, Lily...you should stop throwing yourself at boys. That\'s probably why this happened," he cooed, biting his lip, glad his face was erased.



"It hurts," she whimpered, the guilt pooling inside of her. This was all her fault. The flirting and the way she pranced about. But she couldn\'t bring herself to stop. She just couldn\'t. She sobbed harder into James\' shoulder as he held her and said nice things.



"But, you can\'t tell anyone. If dad finds out...well...we all know his temper. He\'ll blame you. He\'ll hurt you, you know," he swallowed. "Not to mention Uncle Bill..."



She choked and nodded into him. She didn\'t say anything more as he tugged a nearby throw around her and held her, falling asleep on him at some point, nose burried in his arm. He laid her down once he was sure she wouldn\'t wake and kissed her forhead before escaping up to his dormitory. That was too close a call for his liking. He knew then that it wasn\'t safe to do that any time soon. He\'d have to settle for someone else from now on.