#pmemories

He knew his kid brother would be able to get home with ease and do his homework like the good little boy he was so when he got back he was kind of surprised to find the house dark. He was almost positive that Parker would’ve been sitting in front of the TV already having eaten an entire box of pizza, working on the second one while he giggled and watched the characters figure out their problems or fight more or something. He shrugged, assuming the boy was just tuckered out from a long day at school. He made his way up to their room, stopping in front of the door when he heard a moan.

Was that Parker? Was he in there with someone else? He didn’t even know his brother liked anyone, he didn’t know that he had any interests in anyone. He wasn’t even aware of the boys’ sexuality. Cautiously, he opened the door, peaking inside the room curiously. What he saw was… It was surprising to say the least. His kid brother was face down on his bed with a dirty t-shirt of Adam’s pressed up against his face. He was pumping his length fast and moving a—oh, god… Was that? Yeah, it was, it was a dildo… He was pumping his length and moving a dildo in and out of his cute butt expertly. How did he even know what those things were, let alone, have one?! Adam thought about leaving, letting him finish up but then Parker moaned out something that shocked his older brother greatly. “H-Harder, Adam!” The small boy cried out.

At this point he felt himself getting hard as well but he couldn’t do anything about it… It’d be wrong, right? He wasn’t entirely sure now. He watched, holding back a moan as Parker continued to work his hands expertly. “F-Fuck…” He breathed out at one point. He hoped the smaller boy didn’t hear him but of course… He did.

“A-Adam!” The exclaimed, pulling a blanket over him as he tried to hide his hard cock, wow he was bigger than Adam thought he’d be. Not that he thought about that. Obviously not. “Th-Thought you’d b-b-be h-home later…” He muttered weakly, tears starting to pool in his eyes now. “Pl-Please d-don’t be upset with m-me! I-I just l-like feeling good l-like this… A-And thinking of you helps…” He whimpered, hiding his face now. Adam quickly moved from where he stood, sitting next to Parker, pressing sweet kisses all over the boys’ face now. He didn’t like seeing him sad or crying, he just wanted him to be happy, that’s all Parker deserved. He deserved to be happy.

“It’s okay…”He whispered against his skin softly, pulling the boy into his lap. His butt was pressed against his hard-on, making Adam gasped lightly. Every time the younger would wiggle around or move it would press against him, making him have to hold back a moan. He just whispered sweet nothings against the youngers skin with each kiss, making sure his brother was okay and happy. Parker’s tears stopped falling down his cheeks and he just held onto Adam tightly.

“A-Adam,” Parker started, moving his bare butt down purposefully now. “You’re all hard…” A soft giggle escaped the boys’ lips. “Does that mean you wanna do me?” Adam felt his cheeks flare red and felt himself at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to say to that at all. The answer was a big huge ‘yes’ with a ton of exclamation points but… Was it right? Before he had any more time to think about it he just went for it, kissing Parker hard on the lips, letting out a soft groan against his pink, pink lips. He rocked his still clothed hips down on his brothers, hearing a little moan escape the others lips. Quickly, Adam pulled away and stripped his clothes, tossing them off to the side. He licked his lips slowly as he looked at his brothers’ tiny body underneath him and he couldn’t help but be turned on. The boy was absolutely gorgeous.

Adam leaned back down, kissing him eagerly but slower this time, gentler. He knew what was going to happen and he knew that Parker knew as well and he wanted it to happen. It felt almost perfect in a way. He continued to kiss him slowly, hands holding Parkers’ as they kissed, loving how their bodies just fit together perfectly. “I need you…” He heard Parker whisper as he started to kiss down his body, making sure not to stay at any part that could be easily exposed for too long. Sure, he wanted to leave dark beautiful marks that showed he belonged to someone on his skin but he knew that people would get suspicious. Instead he left light marks that would be gone by morning. He continued to kiss down his body, coming to a bit of a stop when he came to his brothers’ large length. He licked his lips slowly before wrapping them around the head of it and sucking gently. He heard a small gasp leave Parker’s lips and he knew he was doing well.

He moved his head a bit lower onto his length, swirling his tongue around it expertly. He held his hips down though with firm hands, not wanting him to buck up into his throat just yet, not sure if he could handle it. A small string of curses slipped past his kid brothers lips, slightly shocking Adam. He pulled off, his lips making a small ‘pop’ noise as he did so. “Didn’t know that hearing you curse would be such a turn on…” He whispered teasingly as he kissed back up the boy’s body.

“Just fuck me already,” he demanded, his voice was small though, slightly scared. Adam just chuckled softly, rummaging around his nightstand for lube. He grinned when he found it, lathering a generous amount onto his length. He didn’t even think about stretching the boy, knowing he wouldn’t really need it seeing as how he had a dildo up his ass not too long before. He didn’t think about a condom either, which was probably bad but y’know… What can you do with two horny teenagers? Adam pressed into Parker slowly, causing the boy to let out a choked moan. It was such a foreign feeling for Parker, he had never been fucked before and now having his own brother up his ass. It was something else that was for sure.

It took Adam a bit to find the bundle of nerves that would drive the younger boy crazy but when he did it made Parker cry out in bliss, his tiny body wiggling underneath his brothers fit one. It felt so good and he just wanted more of it. He moaned louder and louder as Adam moved his hips faster, still managing to hit his sweet spot without fail. “I-I’m close!” He cried out before he came across his tummy and chest in thick white ribbons. Adam was soon after, groaning softly once he came down from his high. When he had pulled out, he flopped down next to Parker, wrapping his arms protectively around the boy. Parker just smiled, snuggling close to his brother, tucking his head under his chin and humming softly as he drifted to sleep.

C'mon, Jason let's hurry up! We've spent too long out here already. We have to go back inside. 

... Emma I don't want to go back. 

Emma Vanity was eleven years old and entered the Hogwarts Express for the first time. She was not scared. She knew who she was. She was Emma Persephone Vanity, the first and the only born of Miss Aphrodite Binshart Vanity and Mister Otranto Cassius Vanity. She selected a compartment and opened up the passenger carriage’s doors up wide. She smiled brightly as she looked at each student in turn.

One was a mousey boy with a mess of brown hair and he was clearly rather shy, he weakly grinned at Emma.

The girl next to him was rather tall, blonde hair trailed down her back in two long braids it looked as if she had been laughing before Emma opened the door and she held her hand to her mouth as if embarrassed to forget that she was nervous.

The next boy had round face and glasses, he seemed the most relaxed out of the four smiling faces and he had a calmer expression on but a small smile still directed towards her.

And besides him was a rather small girl, with red hair and freckles who seemed rather friendly and seemed anxious to talk.

The last boy however, had been the most interesting to Emma for she could only see his hair, which was dirty blond, and the obstruction of his face was because he was reading a book and was clearly rather captivated by it seeing as he seemed nonplussed by not only Emma’s entrance but the whole scene to unfold next.

They all looked about Emma’s age, all ready to begin their journey to Hogwarts and none of them yet changed into their school robes.

She held the doors open wide and didn’t fully come in.

“If you are a mudblood, please leave now!” She said this brightly and almost as if it was a children’s rhyme, her voice sung the words.

The once happy expressions changed to confusion on the four faces until the round face boy jump up, his hand pointing at Emma. Angrily as if he was accusing her of something. “That is a naughty word that you’re not allowed to use!” 

Emma gave a soft chuckle. “Well I know that you’re not going to be sorted into my house so you can also leave. Goodbye.” she said, waving goodbye as he hastily exited, fuming but clearly not sure what else he could do. Emma waited patiently until he left and she turned back to the other four.

“You there,” she said, pointing to the blonde haired girl. “What house was your mother in?”

“Pardon?” She asked, clearly nervous. Fiddling with the braids in her hand.

“You look pretty scared, so what house was your mother sorted into? Hufflepuff?” Emma asked, waiting for her answer.

She looked confused at Emma. “No my mother didn’t go to Hogwarts.”

“What?” She asked. “Are you foreign or a mudblood?” The only two reasons she could fathom why her mother wouldn’t have went to Hogwarts. She had almost gone to Durmstrang herself though but her parents favored their alma mater.

“Oh.” The girl said. Clearly under stress on what to say. “I’m not sure how to answer. I’m the first wizard in my family.”

Emma held a look of disdain and it was clearly evident on her face. “Ew. Gross! Get out!”

“Wait, why?” The girl asked anxiously. Probably thinking now she was in the wrong carriage. Emma didn’t enjoy mudbloods, obviously, but she also didn’t enjoy anxious people. She thought everything should be planned out.  

Emma gave a dramatic sigh. “Mother says that if you breathe around me, I’d get ill. Please leave.” Emphasizing the word mother and elongating the word breathe. She put her hand to her head as if to feign sickness.

The blonde apologized profusely and left still in a confused state.

“And you. What house do you think you’ll be sorted into?” Emma said, turning her attention to the red head girl.

The red head girl pointed to herself as if asking if Emma was talking to her when Emma just continued staring the girl answered. “Oh uh …. I’m actually in Hufflepuff.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Oh are you now? You’re a second year? Because you look like you’re nine years old. I suggest you find another cabin.” Emma’s stare was relentless and soon she left too. She was clearly miffed but Emma presence was too dominating and the girl was clearly not welcomed.

She turned to the final boy who didn’t look her in the eye. His timid smile gone replaced with a frown of uncertainty but not sadness.  “And you. What’s your favorite Quidditch Team?”

“My what?”

“Merlin’s beard! Your favorite teams, then. Do you have more than one? That’s my issue too.”  Emma asked quickly going from annoyance to excitement.

“I uh…” He seemed afraid to answer. “I actually don’t know what Quaidish is?”

Emma rolled her eyes and sighed this time. “Another mudblood, off with you!” Emma said pinching the bridge of her nose. “I think I feel a nose bleed coming, I don’t know if I can stand whatever illness you’re going to give me.’ She said, fanning herself with her other hand. The boy gathered his things and left quickly and when the door shut behind him, Emma moved in and turned towards the final boy. He was reading a thick leather bound novel, one way beyond his reading level. “I could actually handle sickness you know. I have a superior body and immune system.”

But the boy kept reading and ignoring her.

“You’re not a mudblood are you? I can tell. Mother says I’m a rather good judge of character.”

Still he did not look up.

“Excuse me.” Emma said, tilting her head at the boy. What could he not hear her?

“Excuse me!” She said a bit louder putting her hands on her hips. “I’m talking to you!” She said exasperated. But the only reaction she got from him was him looking up and giving a rather convincing death glare directed at her. She smiled brightly. She had seen him before! He was a pureblood, she knew it. She took a seat next to him even though the whole compartment was empty.

“Hey! I recall you from the snowflake masquerade symphony of two years ago that my mother hosted. Hm.” She studied him carefully. “ Remind me of your name again? Peter Rosa?  No no I saw you with Bella and her sisters. Uh, Rosier, right? Your mother gave me a snowflake tiara that day.  I didn’t much enjoy it but mother says I have to be grateful for whatever I get from people of good blood. You’ll never know who’ll you’ll end up marrying.” Emma shrugged happily. The whole little speech said in bright and chipper matter. “Anyway, You must know who I am?”

She was still smiling when he gave a small sigh and he shut his book tightly and looked over to her for the first time.

“Miss Vanity.” He said, nodding a small polite smile at his lips.

Emma clapped her hands in excitement. “I knew you’d knowme! I knew someone would recognize me! Not everyone will be of filthy blood here.” Her smile widen as she held out her hand for him.

“I’m Emma Vanity, A pleasure to make you’re acquaintance.” 

He took her hand and shook it. “Yes you got my name, Evan Rosier. Ah but the pleasure is all mine.”

Emma smiled sweetly at him and turned her body more towards him.

JASON WYATT HERBERT!

WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DATING EMMA VANITY. HERE I WAS AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, THINKING ONE THING, AND THEN YOU GO AND DO THIS!? YOU COULD HAVE OWLED, YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME DURING THE BREAK. BUT NO, I HAVE TO HEAR THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WITH THAT YOUNG LADY FOR TEN MONTHS, AND HAD YET TO TELL YOUR OWN MOTHER! I SAW HER AT CHRISTMAS AND HADN’T EVEN REALIZED! WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT ME? IT SAYS THAT YOUR MUM IS GETTING DAFT, AND THAT HER SON DOESN’T TELL HER THINGS! YOU BETTER BE TREATING HER RIGHT, OR SO HELP ME I WILL COME DOWN THERE AND MAKE YOU PARADE ME AROUND THE CASTLE SO YOU CAN LEARN WHAT DECENT MANNERS ARE. AND I HOPE THAT YOUR FRIENDS ARE HEARING THIS RIGHT NOW SO YOU CAN GO DIE OF SHAME FROM NOT TELLING ME THAT YOU ARE ACTUALLY COURTING SOMEONE! I HAVEN’T EVEN TOLD YOUR FATHER YET, I’M STILL IN SUCH A STATE! I EXPECT AN OWL FROM YOU TELLING ME THE FULL DETAIL OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH MISS EMMA VANITY, OR YOU’LL BE SORRY! BE SURE TO ASK HER TO STAY OVER THE SUMMER, OR AT LEAST FOR A WEEK, AND DON’T GIVE ME ANY EXCUSES ABOUT NOT ASKING HER! I’M SURE SHE’S PROBABLY SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU AS WE SPEAK! BE SURE TO GIVE HER A RIGHT AND PROPER KISS AND TELL HER THAT SHE’S SPECIAL, OR ELSE YOU AREN’T DOING HER A SERVICE. COMB YOUR HAIR TOO! AND SMILE ONCE IN A WHILE!