Angel

Angel crept around the hallway, silently. She could hear sounds coming from her Daddy's room, and she wanted to know what they were. As she stepped down the old, stone hall, she kept her ears open. She could faintly make out two voices: one her dad, and the other was unmistakably her 14 year old cousin, Amber Weasley. Amber was her cousin on her mother's, Ginny's, side. Her mother had died a little over a year ago when Angel was eight. Angel missed her very much.

Angel was now right outside the cracked door. Light filtered out into the hallway as Angel peered inside the room.

Her father, Harry, was laying on his back, with out any clothes on, with Amber sitting on top, bouncing up and down. Amber didn't have any clothes on either, and her boobs were bouncing in rhythm with her own bounces. Amber had a good pair of boobs. She'd confided in Angel just the other day that she had the biggest boobs in 1 st through 5 th year at Hogwarts. Angel listened to what was being said.

“Oh, Uncle Harry, Oh that feels soo good. Your cock is so big!” Amber.

“Geezus, Amber! Faster! Ungh! God your tight, so fucking tight!” Angel gasped at the swearing from her dad. Unfortunately, her father heard her, but Amber did not. Harry looked at the doorway and noticed his daughter standing there, watching. Angel mouthed 'Sorry!' and all Harry could do was smile for he came just a second later.

Amber felt Harry shoot his seed into her, and she came. She moaned loudly, furiously rubbing her clit, trying to make the orgasm last as long as it could. She slumped forward, landing on Harry's chest. Harry brushed his lips on hers, to distract her long enough to grab his wand.

'Somnus!' Harry mentaly said. Amber closed her eyes and her breathing evened out. Harry rolled her off of him and stood up off the bed. He walked to the door and opened it enough for him to get through. Angel backed up out of his way. Harry took her hand and lead her to the kitchen.

“C'mon, sweety, lets go get you some hot cocoa and talk about what you just saw.” While Harry was fixing the drinks, he realized he was still naked and that Angel was looking at his crotch. He groaned. This wasn't going to be easy.

“Okay,” Harry started when he handed Angel her drink. “What exactly did you see? Start from the beginning.

“Well, I couldn't sleep. So I got up to search around the house like I always do.” She looked at Harry, who raised and eyebrow. She blushed and continued, “I heard some noises coming from your room and I wanted to check it out. When I came to the door I saw Amber bouncing on top of your,” She blushed again, “thingy and moaning how big it was. It doesn't look all that big to me, though.”

Harry chuckled, “Trust me, compared to other men, 10 inches is big. Then what?”

“Well you were saying how tight she was and then you swore, which made me gasp as I've never heard you swear before and you saw me. You know the rest.”

“Okay, besides Amber just 'bouncing on my thingy' what do you know about what we were doing?”

“You were having sex,” she said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Harry was shocked. His daughter was too smart for her own good.

“And what do you know about 'sex', Angel?” he prompted. He had to find out as much as he could so he could figure out what to do next. How could he be so careless and leave the door open and without a silencing charm!

“It's when a man and a woman, who love each other oh so very much, want to express those feelings and/or make a baby. I read some of the medical books in your study when you weren't looking and, since they were in there, I figure you already know them. So when are you going to do that to me? I've never had something in my lady parts and since you already put it in cousin Amber's lady parts, you could do the same for me?” Her face was hopeful, and with her shining doe eyes, Harry's resolve cracked before it was even up.

“Okay, I'll do it. But you have to promise me something.” Angel nodded. “You have to promise to stay in your room until I come and get you, tomorrow. You'll be walking a little funny and I'll need to get Amber back to her parent's house before they know what's going on. Can you do that?” Again Angel nodded. “Good, now come over here.” Angel dropped down from the stool and walked towards Harry. Harry twirled his wand and Angel's clothes were on the counter, neatly folded.

Angel blushed as Harry looked over his 10 year old daughter, lust clearly in his eyes. He kissed her tenderly, and picked her up, setting her on the counter. He kissed down her prepubescent body, spending little time on her nipples, and came to rest at her folds. He reached out his tongue and liked the folds, making Angel squirm on the counter and gasp. He continued to eat her out, sucking on her lips and coaxing out her clit.

Angel was moaning and writhing on the counter now, not believing how good it felt. Her body was shaking in pleasure and she let out a loud moan, almost a scream, when her father inserted his tongue inside her. She felt her self tighten up in orgasm and she screamed.

When she came to from her first orgasm, she felt something at her entrance. Shakily, she looked up at her father who had himself positioned for insertion. She looked up at his face and saw him smiling, a question in his eyes. She nodded and gasped as he entered her for the first time. He did so slowly, attempting to let her get used to his size as he continued to enter her. He hardly noticed as he tore through her barrier, but did notice when she seized up and cried out in pain. He stopped, waiting for her to get adjusted. When she finally nodded again, he slid into her faster.

When he bottomed out, Harry started thrusting. Angel squirmed in discomfort for a second and then started thrusting back. They moved in an abomination of passion and love, with Harry switching the angle of his thrust every few strokes. He felt the tight pussy of his 10 year old daughter clench and tighten even further, and he couldn't help himself. He pulled out and spilled his load all over her body. Thick ropes of his jizz spewed forth, landing on her mound, stomach chest and face. He watched as she scooped up some with her fingers and tasted it, surprise on her face.

She smiled up at her father. “Thanks daddy, now I can tell Luna that she's gotta pay me thirty galleons.”

Harry looked confused. “W-what? What are you talking about, Angel?”

She smiled an impish little smile and closed her eyes. Her body elongated to about 5 foot 7 inches, and developed quite quickly. Her breasts, non-existent before, inflated to a very pronounced C-cup. Her nose lengthened a bit. Her hair, looking odd growing back into her head, changed to a bright pink, and when she opened her eyes back up, they were a bright Amethyst. Her smile turned cold.

“What the fuck do you think your doing fucking your 10 year old daughter? Your lucky you didn't really do it, or you be in Azkaban so fast, you won't be able to see a blur. Well? Answer me!” Harry always liked the way when Tonks got angry, her tits would bounce up and down from her breathing so hard. Harry just smiled at the cold look she was giving him and stepped up between her legs.

He leaned over to whisper in her ear. “I knew I wasn't fucking my daughter, Tonks. You seemed to miss one big detail.” He leaned back out and walked over to the refrigerator that he'd charmed to work in a house of magic, and pulled out a postcard. He handed it to her and placed himself at her entrance again.

“My daughter isn't even in the fucking country. She went on vacation with Molly and Arthur. Besides. I made her dye her hair black.” He thrust into her snatch. “The muggle way.” She just barely made an “oh” sound before she was moaning and gasping in pleasure. He continued thrusting until she was at the edge of her orgasm, and quickly liked his middle finger. He plunged his finger into her ass and felt her seize up so tightly, he couldn't move, a loud, shrieking, primal roar escaping her lips. As she relaxed her body, he pumped twice and shot his load deep within her womb.

After resting on the counter to get his breath back, he helped his almost comatose lover off the counter and they made their way into the living room, collapsing heavily on the sofa. Tonks curled up against Harry's side with his arm wrapped around her.

After checking to make sure Tonks was still awake, he asked, “So, what brought up this episode of friendly benefits?”

Tonks snorted softly. “I bet Luna 30 galleons that I could seduce you before she could. She agreed, but only on the restriction that I had to be in Angel's form when I did so. She seemed to think that you wouldn't go for it, with you not being all that interested in incest. Well,” she said with a half-hearted hard look in her eyes, “except when it comes to your niece.”

Harry adopted an innocent expression. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Don't give me that shit, Harry. We both know that you were fucking Amber when I caught you!” she punctuated that statement by a poke in his bare chest. Harry merely laid down longways on the couch with his hands behind his head.

“Like I said. I don't know what you're talking about.” He grinned suddenly. “That wasn't Amber. Heh, that was me and Luna roleplaying. We've been doing so for a few nights now. I wonder if it was because of that bet,” he mused. Tonks groaned and let her body fall sideways, her head in his lap. “Whoa, Tonks, if you wanna play again, you just have to say so.” She glared at him. His lap poked her in the chin, but suddenly deflated when Harry saw her morph her teeth razor sharp. “Alright!” She morphed back.

“You mean Luna already got to you?! Crap! There goes the last of my paycheck.” She turned her head to look at Harry. “Say, Harry? Can I borrow some money? Pretty please?” She begged, growing out her eye-lashes obscenely long and giving him the puppy dog look.

Harry rolled his eyes and muttered, “Whore.” She slapped him on the leg and pouted, but after a second, she shrugged.

“But I'm your whore.” Harry grinned and kissed her, moving back into position.

“That you are, my little nympho, that you are.”