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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Rabastan_Lestrange/Rodolphus_Lestrange, Andromeda_Black/Bellatrix
      Lestrange, Andromeda_Black/Rabastan_Lestrange/Rodolphus_Lestrange
  Character:
      Andromeda_Black, Rodolphus_Lestrange, Rabastan_Lestrange
  Additional Tags:
      Wordcount:_1000-2000, Challenge:_One_Hour_Challenge, Sexual_Content,
      Voyeurism, Incest, Sibling_Incest, Brothers, Sisters, Homophobia,
      Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-17 Words: 1101
****** She Wanted Them ******
by Gamma_Orionis
Summary
     Andromeda likes to watch Rodolphus and Rabastan together - the fact
     that she's been told that it's wrong only makes it more attractive.
     Written for Lady Phoenix Fire Rose's One Hour Challenge/Hardest
     Challenge Ever on the HPFC forum.
Notes
     Written for Lady Phoenix Fire Rose's One Hour Challenge/Hardest
     Challenge Ever with the threesome Andromeda/Rodolphus/Rabastan and
     the prompt "Let's play".
Andromeda privately thought that Rodolphus and Rabastan were very attractive
together.
She had been lectured time and again on all the dangers and evils of
homosexuality, ever since she was fourteen and had been caught in bed with
Bellatrix. Every such lecture was delivered by her red-faced mother, and
whether the blush was from shame at Andromeda's behaviour or simply
embarrassment about the subject, Andromeda was never sure. But she
didn't especially care about the cause – she loved to give her mother wide-eyed
and earnest stares and nod her head slowly, as though she was taking in every
detail of why it was sinful to sleep with someone of the same gender. Druella
knew that Andromeda didn't believe a word that she was saying, but she was
content to let Andromeda pretend.
And pretend, Andromeda did, when her mother was watching.
And then she turned around and spied on Rodolphus and Rabastan.
She fancied that she had been the first person to work out that they were going
to bed together. She fancied that her own experiences with being in love with
her older sister had granted her a sort of insight into the relationship that
Rodolphus and Rabastan had that most people didn't get. She fancied that she
understood them.
She also fancied them.
Andromeda was eternally grateful that her parents paid so little attention to
her comings and goings, because it gave her ample opportunity to sneak out of
the house and make the trip across a small patch of moor to the Lestranges'
manor, and sometimes, if she was lucky and they had neglected to close the
drapes in their window, she could catch a glimpse from outside of what they
were doing.
Then she could let herself in and creep upstairs and spy on them.
She took great care not to make any noise while she climbed up the stairs,
holding her breath and thanking every higher power that she could name that
Maria and Joseph Lestrange were always out of the house. They had granted her
and Bellatrix access – told them the passwords – with the logic that it would
be wise for them to spend time with their future husbands, and Andromeda abused
that power happily. It meant that no one but Rodolphus and Rabastan was ever in
the house.
And, because they were so often alone and so used to being alone, they were
sloppy with their security.
She crept down the corridor, towards Rodolphus's bedroom, and heard, her heart
leaping, a soft and rhythmic creaking.
Rodolphus's bed.
She was already damp between her legs when she reached Rodolphus's door and
knelt down to peer through the keyhole. It didn't give her as full a view as
she would have liked – and not at the angle that she would have preferred at
all; she would have given nearly anything to see they boy's faces while they
made love – but the profile view of the bed gave her a decent enough view of
their bodies while they rocked against each other.
She hitched her skirt up and pressed her palm against herself. Her knickers
were quite wet and she had to bite back a moan.
Rodolphus was on top (Andromeda took a moment to wonder if they ever tried
anything different, not that she was complaining), and Rabastan's legs were
wrapped tightly around his waist. The way Rodolphus thrust and rocked against
his little brother made Andromeda ache with pleasure.
She could see a flush in Rabastan's cheeks while he arched and clawed at
Rodolphus's back. Rodolphus's head was turned away from Andromeda, which was
just as well, because she thought that Rabastan was much prettier to look at.
There was an attractive, delicate quality about him that pleased her. He was as
beautiful as a girl, almost.
Andromeda leaned gently against the door frame, her eye latched on Rabastan's
face, on his expression as his brother sank deep inside him again and again,
and she imagined being pinned between them. Her fingers slid under her knickers
and she brushed them over her clit while she lost herself in thought.
Oh God, it would feel so good. It would be so wonderful to be caught in between
them, Rabastan beneath her and Rodolphus on top. She would ride Rabastan and
look into those wide, beautiful dark eyes while she did it, watch while he
gasped and moaned for her, and then she'd have Rodolphus buried inside her as
well, fucking her roughly, just like he did with Rabastan…
"Oh, fuck, Rod!" Rabastan cried, and a shiver ran through Andromeda's body.
Rabastan was so perpetually quiet, soft-spoken, even, that hearing him scream
and curse like that came as something of a delightful shock. She slid two
fingers into herself and pressed her eye still closer against the keyhole.
She wanted them to see her. She wanted the door to fly open and to fall in,
knickers half-off and hand all wet, and for them to know what she had been
doing. She wanted them to cry out in horror and dismay.
"Rab, I'm–" Rodolphus's voice was low, rough, and Andromeda could just imagine
feeling his breath against her ear while she was between them…
She wanted them to cry out in horror and dismay, but then those emotions could
turn to amusement and arousal when they realized what she was doing. They could
laugh at her, and she would sit upon the floor with her legs spread and look up
at them, and then eventually their laughter would die down and they would
regard her with desire.
She was fucking herself as hard as she could, and she was so close to the edge.
She could tell by the urgent, jerking quality of their movements that the boys
were close too, and she doubled her own efforts, pounding her fingers into her
soaking cunt while she kept her eyes upon them.
And Rodolphus's eyes would be clouded with lust and he would whisper, in that
low, delicious voice, Why don't you come join us, Andromeda? Come on, let's
play…
Andromeda let out a low, soft moan. Her juices gushed down over her hand,
soaking her knickers and spilling onto the floor between her legs. She would
have been worried about the noise, except that she could hear Rodolphus and
Rabastan groaning and knew that they were more concerned with themselves than
with a soft noise outside their door.
She didn't stay to watch them finish. She drew her wand and cleaned herself up
swiftly, then straightened and fled the manor before they might hear anything.
)O(
Fin
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