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‘Thoughts,’

Chapter Two…

Whilst Petunia was in the kitchen, her nephew Harry Potter was in the garden pulling up the weeds and sorting the garden out to prepare for the upcoming Garden Competition. The Competition happened every two years to allow everyone who enters it in the village time to prepare and make their garden better than the other contestant’s gardens. It was his and his aunt’s hope to show what the newbie’s in the village could do. You see, there were a few people in the village that didn’t like them, as they were outsiders - even though they had lived there for three years - and believed that they should not be trusted. It was his and his aunt's hope that if they won the Garden Competition the people’s distrust would begin to wane, and they might warm up to them. This was why he was willing to miss summer camp, to help his aunt win the Competition.

Although it was a hot summer, it wasn't the stifling heat he had had to endure three years prior; here a cool breeze allowed him to enjoy the gardening chores more than usual. As he didn't have his Uncle Vernon or his cousin Dudley there to bully him; so he enjoyed it doing the gardening even more. With a pause, he wiped away the sweat that had been threatening to trickle into his eyes with the back of a dirty hand and stretched his body before he went back to work.

As Harry was doing the gardening, he thought about how his life had changed in the last three years, and how much he was enjoying the strange turn around in his life. Although he didn’t know the exact reason for the change, he didn’t think it was the reason his aunt had told him; he believed that there was more to it, but whatever it was, he was thankful for it nonetheless. It was strange, without his uncle about - his Aunt Petunia wasn’t as bad as he had first believed her to be.

Before Dudley and Vernon had died, her cruelty was legendary (to him, at least). She would not hesitate to put him down, either verbally or physically, and would tell Vernon about any infractions he had committed, no matter how small, and would smile as he was beaten. Now though, things were different, and it seemed to be for the better. She actually seemed to want to spend time with him, even helping him with his chores and his homework. But he now knew it to be due to the truly grisly demise both Vernon and Dudley suffered.

Harry remembered that after their death, his aunt spent a few months in her room. All she did was stay in there, drink, cry, and watch TV. It seemed that (the TV) was her only outlet in life; she would never leave her room, apart from eating the meals that he prepared for her, or to use the bathroom.

Harry knew that he should feel at least some remorse, having dreamed of those two simply ‘going away’ for so long, or at least feel sorry for the deaths of his uncle and cousin. But he couldn’t, as the abuse that they had directed towards him provided an insurmountable obstacle preventing him from such feelings. All of the beatings, the chasing’s followed by beatings… well it had gotten old fast. Harry believed that they had gotten exactly what was coming to them.

When his aunt was in her room for the three months that she had exiled herself in there for, he had the run of the house. He was able to watch whatever he wanted on TV, and eat what he wanted - he had a great time. He would admit; the freedom had been a little unnerving at first, always looking over his shoulder, waiting for something bad to happen, but he had gotten used to it quickly. He also knew that he should feel sorry for his aunt, but at that time, he couldn’t because of her hand in what his ‘family’ had done to him. The only reason he made her food was that he couldn’t let her die, no matter how much he hated her; she was the only family member he had left after all. He was worried about where he would end up, as it could much worse then living with his virtually useless aunt. Here, he in charge of everything - that included the insurance money.

So when his aunt finally came out of her room, Harry thought that she would be meaner than when she went in. He would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised when she, after she did come out, she wasn't mean at all; in fact, she was actually… nice. At first he was extremely suspicious and fearful of her sudden change of heart, their previous relationship not being one of friend to friend, but rather master to servant. Slaves throughout history were treated better then he was, though; at least they got food.

But over the next six months, his suspicions were quelled somewhat - and eventually over the next year or so, they just went away. His suspicions went away as the way she started to treat him changed and didn’t change back again.

Over the following six months, she started to call him by his birth name instead of Brat, Boy, or Freak. And shortly after she tidied Dudley’s old room, she moved him into it. Apart from these things, she also got him clothes that fit him, and helped him with his chores and homework. After seeing that he had no longer had to hide how smart he was, Petunia actually helped him to get better in school and gave him learning and comprehension books to read to get better at different subjects faster.

When he asked her why she was acting so differently, she told him there were two reasons for her change. The first was that he was her last remaining member of her family, and she couldn’t deal with it if he left her too; so she changed to make sure that wouldn’t happen. She also told him that her main reason was that Vernon would beat her for treating him with any kind of compassion, so out of fear for herself and her son, she treated him badly. This was one of the many reasons why he felt no sorrow for Vernon’s passing, as Aunt Petunia had became a better person overall because of it, and, although he would admit this to no one, it was a person he found himself growing closer to.

She also put both of them (mostly him) on a high protein diet to gain the weight that they needed to be at a healthy level. No longer would he appear an underfed, emaciated little boy. So that they wouldn’t become overweight, she had taken him with her when she exercised, taking him to the gym, swimming pool, and walks with her.

Also, within those six months, apart for those changes in their life, two other major changes happened. One was his aunt deciding to change her last name back to the name she had before marrying his uncle, and the other was moving house to a small village called Laton. It was a village that had a forest, lake and some caves near by. As Petunia thought about it, she believed this village could be a good place for herself and Harry, somewhere where they could have a new start and could have a new life without anyone knowing who they were.

As they settled in Laton, his aunt got him into a new school. As years passed, he would make friends - which Harry felt strange about; as he didn’t have any before (Dudley’s old friends would make it hard to make them) his best friend would have to be a girl who'd been so lonely she'd started to sink into her own little world of books; Hermione Granger.

He would find out that her mother was a dentist and had a dental practice in the village. Her father, he would find out, was killed in the same plane crash as his uncle; as he was coming home from a dental conference. Also, at school, he was so far ahead that his teachers wanted him (and Hermione, seeing as she was just as smart as him) to skip a few years. However, Harry’s aunt wouldn’t allow it, and Hermione's Mum agreed. They were told that they should grow up normally and have friends of their own age, which they both reluctantly agreed to. But to make sure that he wouldn’t get too bored, his aunt would buy him higher level books for him to learn from. Harry was sure Hermione's Mum was doing the same, as Hermione was still keeping pace with him in their academic discussions.

When they were fully settled in, his aunt booked them into the local gym and swimming pool, to keep themselves in shape and that. Also his aunt booked him into the Martial Arts Gym, as his aunt said that apart for helping to him learn to defend himself, it would also help him with building his confidence.

Within the first few months at his new school, Harry found himself and his first friend Hermione being bullied because they were doing well in school. This was easily resolved, or so they thought; when he or Hermione tried to tell the teacher she told them to stop lying or they would have after school detention. The reason that the teacher didn’t believe them or wasn’t planning to do anything about it was that the bully was the teacher’s son. This lack of action lead to Harry sitting in the back of class, feeling mad at the teacher. As the class went on, Harry wanted something to happen to the teacher for not doing anything. Half way through the class, he was still thinking this when all of a sudden the teacher's hair turned blue and her face broke out in boils. When this happened, everyone in the class was shocked, none more than the teacher, and the first thing she did was to blame Harry for it (which was hard to do at that point, as the class had recovered and erupted into laughter at her appearance). Hermione tried to tell her that he was in the back of the room, and had no way of being able to do anything. But none of those reasons mattered to the teacher and she dragged him to the Headmaster so he could expel Harry; but that didn't go as planned.

The first thing the Headmaster did before he made a decision was to call in his aunt, as the Headmaster wanted to see if they could do something else other than expelling Harry. Harry was worried about his aunt coming to school; he somehow knew that he was the one who did this to his teacher, though he didn't know how. Although his aunt had changed a lot since Dudley's and Vernon's death, he was worried about how his aunt would react with him doing some like this, as it wasn't normal. So when she got to the school and asked if he had anything to do with what happened with the teacher, he lied and said that he didn't do anything. When asked why the teacher would say he did, he told them the truth. He told his aunt and the Headmaster about the teacher's son and how the son bullied him and Hermione, he also told them how he and Hermione went to the teacher and told her about the bullying. He also went on and told them that the she had told him to stop lying, or they would be given an after-school detention. Harry also explained that when the teacher's hair was turned blue and developed boils, he was in the back of the class doing his work.

When Harry said this, his aunt and Headmaster were shocked at the teacher in question - she tried to tell them that Harry was lying. But Petunia said that the one thing that her nephew would never do was lie to a teacher, though Harry’s teacher insisted that Harry was doing just that. After some thought, the Headmaster decided to suspend them both and the bully in question until he could find out the truth.

Once Harry and his aunt were back home, he remembered his aunt asking him to be truthful and tell her if he had anything to do with what happened to the teacher, promising not to be mad; she just wanted to know the truth. Harry knew that he could lie to his aunt, but hoping that she had really changed and would be okay with what he was about to tell her. So he told his aunt that he heavily suspected he had something to do with it, but he didn't know how. To his shock and surprise, his aunt just smiled at him and told him that she knew it was him. To his further surprise, she told him that he should try and learn and control these strange abilities, as one day it could be useful to defend himself. So from that day forth he did just that and learned to control these strange abilities; over the years he learned how to levitate, summon, banish things, and light in his up hand like a torch (which was odd, considering it looked like there was a glow under his hand until he learned how to project it). He was also able to make small flames for heat and teleport himself wherever he wanted.

During the time he was learning to control his strange abilities, he wondered where he got them from. When he asked his aunt if his mum or dad had them, he was surprised to learn that they did. Both of them. This lead to other questions he had about his parents and how they got their abilities, but his aunt wouldn’t tell him. She told him that she would tell him before he was eleven, as there were many things she needed to tell him, but she wanted to allow him to have a childhood first before he learned the truth about his parents and their past. Seeing that he would learn soon enough, he let it go.

Although he was suspended, his aunt kept him busy with home schooling and helping him with ideas on what he could do with his strange abilities. Apart from that she also started to teach him how to write with a Fountain Pen, so he would know how to if he ever needed to use one.

Petunia also helped him to learn how to give a massage. She said that when he got older, women would love a man who can help them to relax, and a fast way to do that is through massages. She also helped with his Martial Arts skills, such as helping him when they started to learn meditation. It was to learn how to control one’s temper and fear, his aunt though told him why not make some kind of building to store his memories as well, as this way it would help him to remember things a lot easier. As he did as he did this his aunt suggested building a huge castle, as at seven years old he was heavily interested in castles, and keeping his memories in different rooms. He kept the good ones around the castle, whilst he kept the bad ones in the dungeons. His aunt also suggested that he could, for the fun of it, keep all his secrets in secrets passages. Although he didn’t know why his aunt suggested this, he did so, as it was fun to make the passages in his mind as he could place them anywhere he wanted. What he didn’t know was that his aunt was teaching him the basics of Occulmency from one of his mother’s books about protecting one’s mind. She was doing this so if all her plans happen the way she wanted them to, when Harry returned to the wizarding world, no one would find out what the two of them are up to.

During the time he was suspended, Harry found out that he could grow his hair back. He learned it one night after coming back from exploring the caves. He had somehow gotten something sticky in his hair and had to have his hair cut. Seeing as it was so deep into his hair, Petunia had to cut all of his hair in that section off. Worried what people would think of him being partly bald (as he was already being bullied for having glasses) he had a sleepless night worrying. However, when he awoke the next morning, he found his hair had grown back. Harry and his aunt was amazed at this and wondered if Harry could do it again, and if he could, could he do other parts of his body. Over the years, they learned that he could re-grow his hair and he could change other parts of his body and change the colour of his eyes, skin and hair.

When he first learned about his powers, he wanted to tell his friends about them. However, his aunt told him not to, as they would think of him as a freak like she use to do and if the wrong people found out they might even try and do experiments on him to see how he could do what he does. She warned him that he only tell those who he truly trusted. Harry knew that he couldn’t allow someone to experiment on him, or be called a freak again. So he kept what he could do to himself and his aunt, though not even his aunt knew what he could fully do, as he wanted to surprise her when he knew a few more abilities.

At first Harry thought that he would be alone in his training, but he soon found out that his best friend Hermione Granger could do the same as him. After telling and showing Hermione what he could do, he asked her if she wanted to join him in his training to become better at controlling their abilities, which she did. The only part of it she didn’t like was that she couldn’t tell her own mother about it, as Harry told her that she should wait until she could defend herself with these abilities. Just in case her mother didn’t take the news too well and she had to run. Harry told her what his aunt told him to further cement his point. Hearing this, Hermione agreed to keep their abilities a secret for the moment.

Harry was suspended for two weeks before he was allowed back. The Headmaster found out that he was telling the truth about the teacher who wanted him expelled, and found out that she had done the same thing before, but no one came forward until now. So the teacher was fired and a temporary teacher took her place, until he could find a new teacher to take her place permanently.

All in all, Harry thought that his life since his uncle and cousin’s death had gotten better, and as the years passed, it only gotten better. He and Hermione had a friendly competition going between them to see who would get top of the class that week. After school they would, with some of their other friends, explore the forest and the caves nearby.

 

One thing he'd gotten used to since he moved to Laton was seeing his aunt naked and having baths with her. At first he was surprised and embarrassed about it, as seeing your aunt or mother naked after a certain age is one thing that a child shouldn’t see. But after some time and talking to his aunt about it, he got used to it and although he wouldn't admit it out loud, he enjoyed it - specially having a bath with his aunt.

He always had a thirst for knowledge that led him to raid the library for books, as well as any books he could find in the house. This led him to a rather startling discovery shortly after his ninth birthday, and after his birthday a few other things changed too.

It all started whilst he was cleaning around the house about three weeks after his birthday. As he cleaned he found some books that he believed his aunt had forgotten to put a way or keep out of his reach. As these books were about how to treat woman, like wooing them and what aroused them, or as the book phrased it, ‘What turned them on.’ Harry thought it was strange at first, seeing that he didn’t know why his aunt would have these books in the first place. But as he thought about it, he believed that she got them for him to read when he was older, so he would know how to get a girlfriend and how to treat her. Since Harry believed that these books were for him anyway, he thought it wouldn’t hurt if he started to read them now.

However, the other books that Harry found as he cleaned the house over time, mostly in the living room and bathroom, were books for adults. As he looked inside them to see what they were about he found himself embarrassed to start off with, as they were books about sex. He knew he shouldn't be reading them, for fear of being caught with them. The slight shame at being aroused initially won out and he would collect them and leave them in his aunt’s room in the top drawer of her nightstand.

But all too soon his thirst for information, as well as his innate curiosity, got the better of him. He loved to read and learn new and interesting things, to him this was no different. It just took longer, as he had to get over the embarrassment that the material seemed to give him. Harry would often have ‘sunburned’ his cheeks after finding and reading one of them, and it would last especially long if it had pictures. He thought that these books might help him get either a ‘girlfriend’ or a ‘wife’ the books saying that their purpose was educating men who needed help going after a woman, and how to keep her happy by doing certain ‘things’ to her, often described in great detail, and at considerable length.

However, reading these books had made it hard for him to have baths with his aunt, as his member would start to become hard and he would have to leave the bathroom before his aunt noticed. What he didn’t realize was that his aunt did notice and fully enjoyed it. Since he started to read the books he found laying about, even before that, he began to have strange feelings and thoughts. Also as he read the books, or saw a woman that he thought was good looking, his member would become hard again.

Although it was embarrassing, he went to the school nurse to ask what might be happening, as he didn’t think that what was happening to him (his voice was changing and he started to have feeling and thoughts someone of his age shouldn’t have) was normal. So when Harry told the nurse about this, she told him that it sounded like he was going through puberty.

 

When Harry inquired as to why this was, as he shouldn't be going through puberty until he was a teenager, the nurse told him that normally yes, but there were some rare cases where puberty can happen at an early age. So that being answered, Harry didn’t think about any longer.

Another thing that happened after he turned nine was that he found out what his aunt often watched in her room: sex shows. But these weren't normal sex shows; these were of children and adults having sex. When he first saw them, it was when his aunt forgotten to turn her TV off before going out and asked him to do so. He knew it was wrong, as in school they told them so, and he knew he should say something. But deep down he couldn’t, as his aunt had done so much for him and he couldn’t repay her by telling on her. He thought as long as no one was getting hurt, he didn’t need to tell anyone about it. Also if the child enjoyed it so much, it couldn't be all bad, right?

Every so often over the next few months, his aunt would ask him to turn her TV off when she forgotten to turn it off when they were going out. Each time she asked he would take a bit longer to turn it off and go back to his aunt. Harry knew it was wrong, but for some strange reason he couldn’t help himself, watching the shows was intoxicating and he wanted more. His favourite shows where the boy took control over his mum, aunt or sister and did things to them. So, wanting to watch more, he would wait for his aunt to leave the house, be it for work, groceries, or something else that she wouldn't need his help with and leave him home alone. And whilst she was out, he would go into her room and watch the strange channels his aunt watched until she returned.

With all the changes in his life and moving to Laton, Harry found that he liked how things had changed and he hoped that nothing would happen to make it return to how it was. Before his uncle and his cousin were killed he was skinny, underweight, short for his age, and he had no friends at all. But now, he was the right weight, no longer skinny, was well toned and stronger than most children of his age, and had grown in height considerably. Harry was now almost five feet, only three or four inches shy of it, instead of being three foot ten like he was all those years ago. He also now had friends, and people he cared about.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard his aunt shout out, “Harry, that’s enough for the day, come out to the back garden and relax, I’ve got a glass of lemonade waiting for you.”

“I’ll be right there Aunt Petunia,” Harry shouted back happily, “I just need to put the tools away and wash up.”

“Okay, I’ll see you round back,” Petunia called back to him.

With that, Harry collected the gardening implements from where they were and stowed them in the small shed in the back yard. When he was done with that, he went to the bathroom and washed his hands and face, making sure that he cleaned most of the dirt from under his finger nails, before he had a bath later on. His hands and face now clean, he went to his room to get his swim shorts on before he headed to the back yard. Harry found his aunt wearing a two piece string bikini that hid precious little, laying on her front on a sun bed resting, her head facing the pool. Deciding to burn off some extra energy, he jumped into the pool to do a few laps, if for no other reason than to get his blood flowing, and heart pumping.

The garden had changed since they moved into Laton; his aunt had hired a contractor to build a swimming pool with a diving board, just after the back garden. Along with that, his aunt bought several sunning bed deckchairs, and a small side table for drinks and such. She had also hired another contractor to build a security/privacy fence so that the neighbours, or anyone else for that matter, couldn’t see into the garden. Petunia had gotten same contractor that made the fence to build a covered brick grill pit, which Harry loved to cook with.

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As Harry was taking a few laps around the pool, Petunia had looked up to see what made the splash in the pool and saw Harry swimming back and forth along the length of the pool and smiled. She loved it when Harry was swimming, as she could see his well toned body, the muscles straining to keep him afloat. It made it easy; imagining him controlling and fucking her, pounding her pussy to orgasm after screaming orgasm. But she knew that today wasn’t the day, even though she wanted it to be, as it was simply far too soon for it.

Today she wanted to continue her plan of getting him comfortable touching her and seeing her partially naked at the same time, so she untied the string of her top and called out to him. “Harry dear,” She yelled, catching his attention on the first try, his head bobbing a bit before looking around to her. As Harry stopped swimming, she added “Could you be a dear and put some sun cream on my back?”

“Of course Aunt Petunia,” He replied as he got out of the pool, “Let me dry off first,” and began to towel off the extra water, a few stray drops making their way down his chest, which made Petunia shudder with desire for a second before she got control of herself. Once he had dried off, he went to his aunt’s side and knelt next to her. Before he took the bottle of sun cream from the table Harry grasped the glass of ice cold lemonade and took several deep gulps, draining it to about halfway. The refreshing drink cooled as it went down, eliciting a sigh of enjoyment before he set it down and prepared to set to work.

As he was about to start, his aunt said, “Can you please give me a massage as well, Harry? My muscles feel a bit tense at the moment, and I would appreciate it if you did.”

Harry nodded, happy to help his aunt. “Of course, Aunt Petunia.”

He squeezed some of the lotion into his hands and, after lathering them up, he began to massage his aunt’s neck and shoulders first, squeezing, caressing, and rubbing her smooth skin, revelling in the groans of pleasure his aunt made as the muscles relaxed under his ministrations. He then worked his way down to her hands, which followed by her arms, and then he would tackle her back and then feet and legs would be last. He massaged each of her fingers, gently touching and squeezing the joints, the contact inflaming her sex with each caress. As Harry slowly worked up to her arm and shoulder, his hands expertly easing any tension within her muscles, turning them to jelly in all but name.

Before long his hands were rubbing the flesh found on her thin waist, having pounded and rubbed all the tension away from those muscles on her upper back. He massaged her lower back and then, feeling particularly bold that afternoon, gently massaged her upper buttocks. Harry could tell that his aunt was enjoying this, as he felt her relaxing, her moans of “Oh Harry, that feels so good,” adding to the obvious. But when he was doing this, he felt his member getting hard, which he thought was strange. It had happened a thankfully few number of times since his puberty began, but at the moment he could not get up and release the pressure. Not knowing what to do about it at the moment without having his aunt noticing it, which would be embarrassing, he did his best to ignore it and continued to massage his aunt.

As Harry continued, he felt himself getting more aroused as time went on, the head of his dick throbbing almost painfully. He tried to clear his head of dirty thoughts, and noticed his hands were scant millimetres from the band of her bikini bottom. Harry quickly removed his hands from her upper buttocks and moved himself down to her shins and started to massage her toes and feet. He softly thrust his fingers into the spaces between her toes, the sensation causing her to gasp with surprise, the erogenous zone he unknowingly tapped causing needles of pleasure to stab her clit.

His slippery hands slowly moved higher and higher until he had finished her calves and was working on her thighs, squeezing the knots out her muscles, not going any further because there was no more skin; what little of her he hadn't touched was blocked by the bottom of her bikini. Harry removed his shaking hands, as for some reason he didn’t know of, his heart was pounding fast and hard in his chest. What she said next almost gave him a coronary.

“A bit higher, please”, Aunt Petunia had said, her voice thick and husky. Doing as his aunt asked, Harry put his hands back on his aunt’s thighs. After a minute of massaging them and not being able to go higher, he found himself simply caressing the skin of her thighs, every so often touching the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, causing her to moan in pleasure. A handful of minutes later, Harry stopped again, thinking there was nothing else to do; the majority of his concentration was on keeping his dick from exploding in his shorts.

Petunia was thoroughly enjoying the massage that her nephew was giving her. Her body was like putty in his hands when he wasn't unintentionally stimulating her. He could have done anything he wanted right now, and she wouldn’t have stopped him. When Harry stopped a second time, it took a few moments to realize as much, as well as why he did. Smirking within, she grabbed the towel next to her and draped it over her buttocks. She then slipped her right hand under the towel and pulled her bikini bottom down to her knees. “Pull them off,” she whispered without looking at Harry. “You’ll be able to massage the rest easier this way.”

Once again lathering his hands with lotion, Harry took a deep breath and he pulled off the Bikini bottom, and placed them next to his aunt. “Continue please,” Petunia murmured to Harry. Harry returned to the back of her legs as he began to massage them again, softly caressing the tender flesh, his hands slowly moving their way higher. Petunia spread her legs slightly, and pulled her bum up from the bed a good three inches. She then pulled the towel slightly higher so Harry could see the bottom of her buttocks and her pubic mound from behind. Harry felt a strange feeling of warmth within him, and if his aching erection was any indication, it seemed that he liked what he was seeing. With another deep, shuddering breath, Harry kept massaging her, moving higher till his hands were massaging, then stroking (almost petting), first her right buttock and then her left one. Petunia was starting to breathe heavily too, clearly turned on by the actions of a nine - almost ten - year old.

As he massaged the cleft of his aunt's arse, the tips of his fingers accidentally brushed her pubic area and the edge of her lips, while his other hand was stroking his aunt’s right bum cheek. His aunt gasped in response to his actions and stiffened up for a second before relaxing. When he looked up at her face, he noticed her eyes slightly glazed over, a slight smile on her lips.

Harry knew he should stop, but a big part of him liked what he was doing, having the power to give his aunt some level of release from her stress, so he continued and moved his finger higher. He brushed it against her anus, her rosebud winking at him and Petunia’s smile widened. She didn’t say anything, as she knew this part of her plan was working. Instead, she opened her legs even more and moved her hips up higher, exposing her womanhood to him.

Although she couldn't see it, his dick was throbbing with his heart beat, the pressure valve about to burst; the stimulation almost too much. The glistening womanhood seemed to want something from him, and he more than willing to give it wanted - ‘but not yet,’ he thought subconsciously, deep in his mind.

Even though he was only nine, it didn’t take long for Harry to understand what she wanted from him; he had seen this kind of stuff on the shows that his aunt watched on TV.

He looked down at his aunt's sex, and wanted to stop here too, but something deep within him wanted this, and if he was truthful with himself, he consciously wanted it too. So without any more hesitation, Harry started stroking his aunt’s slit, massaging the folds of her cunt, collecting her dewy sap on the tips of his fingers as he rubbed her pussy the same way he had seen done on the programs.

Petunia was biting her lip to keep her from moaning out loud, and started to move her hips in a humping movement against the palm of her nephew’s hand and wiggling fingers. Before long she was humping the index and middle finger of her nine year old nephew’s left hand, abandoning all other thoughts except for what was happening right now. She, Petunia Evans, was getting finger fucked by her nephew Harry, and loving every second of it. The boy was an expert, his fingers finding her pleasure button within a few short moans of ecstasy. Petunia's clit throbbed as her pussy clenched with the overwhelming need for release. And then, it happened.

Before Harry knew what was going on, his aunt was cumming on his hands (though he only knew this because what he watched on his aunt’s TV), her juices flowing over his fingers as he continued to stab into her quivering pussy while he thumbed her clit, making slow circles as he drove it down as hard as he could onto her pubic bone. She bit her bikini bottom and whimpered into the cloth, all the while trying to keep it quiet, so as not to freak Harry out by screaming out loud in pleasure, let alone alerting the suspicious neighbours of what was going on. As her convulsions began to lessen, Harry pulled his hands from her sopping pussy, wiping the juice on the legs of his shorts. As he did so, his aunt retied the string of her top and sat upon her knees. She looked down on him, a pleasant smile upon her lips. Petunia wrapped the towel over the tops of thighs and tied it at her waist. She sensuously rolled her hips to the side and swung her legs to the edge of the chair and stood up.  

As she got up, she pulled her nephew into a tight hug, Harry noticing that his member was harder than it had ever been before, eyes widened comically as he realized that he had it pressed against his Aunt's thigh. Gulping audibly, Harry prayed feverishly ‘Sweet Lord, if you’re out there listening, please don’t let her notice.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Author’s Notes: And here ends chapter 2 of my Perverted Aunt story, I hope you like this chapter, and if you did could you take a few more minutes to review the story - as I REALLY want to know what you think of the story. Within the review, apart for what you like or didn’t like, I would like to hear ideas that you would like to happen. This well be the last chapter for now, as I’ve got to work on my other stories, but if I get the time I’ll rework the last chapter that I have got done and post it.