"Oh... Dudley, darling, you're awake already?" Petunia said, setting down the greasy, bubble-covered dishes with a gentle smile for her precious son.
Though Harley had always been curious about how such a harsh face could ever be associated with gentleness, she wasn't foolish enough to ask aloud. The consequences would undoubtedly be dire.
"It's my birthday today! How could I possibly sleep for so long? Where's Harley?" Dudley glanced around, clearly displeased at her absence.
"She's right here, son!" Vernon chuckled heartily, lifting the tablecloth to reveal Harley, completely naked beneath the table. She was desperately working her mouth around his thick, long, and grotesque penis.
"Dad! I told you Harley belonged to me today. How dare you play with her first?" Dudley pulled out a chair and sat down, slapping Harley's upturned buttocks, eliciting a muffled groan.
"I'm sorry, dear son. How about I buy you two more gifts later?"
"Fine, but I get to pick them myself." Dudley leered at Harley with malicious intent.
Harley shrank back. She had no doubt that the new toys Dudley bought would ultimately be used on her.
"Of course, sweetie. Hurry up and eat your breakfast before it gets cold."
"Harley, come here," Dudley said, wrinkling his nose at the overcooked sausages on the table.
"Dudley." Harley crawled out from under the table and stood beside him, head bowed.
"Sit on the table and spread your legs." Dudley held up a thick, stiff sausage, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Dudley..." Harley's eyes pleaded with him.
"If you don't get up there, my friends will be here soon," Aunt Petunia's shrill voice cut through the air.
Resigned, Harley climbed onto the table. If it were only Uncle Vernon and Dudley, she might have been able to sway them, but Aunt Petunia, who had always loathed her, would never relent.
Petunia shot Harley a venomous glance. The girl was becoming more and more like her detestable younger sister—the woman who had always made Petunia jealous.
Even as a child, that sister had perfected the act of innocence, winning the affection of everyone around her, even the boy Petunia had once liked, who now chased after her instead. Whenever she misbehaved, she'd feign ignorance and claim it was an accident, making everyone believe they were the ones bullying her.
Harley inherited her mother's beauty and emerald eyes, while her jet-black hair came from her father. At just 11 years old, she already possessed a figure that was developing well, though she was still quite thin. Dudley often complained that she was too skinny to hug properly, which meant she was often left famished.
Even at a young age, Harley had developed well, her figure curvaceous despite her slight thinness. If not for Dudley's complaints that she was too thin to hold, she might have been even more malnourished. Of course, she wasn't nearsighted.
Knowing that her husband had raped Harley, Petunia said nothing, but her disgust for the girl deepened. She saw Harley as a young seductress, and she considered Dudley's abuse of her trivial—after all, boys will be boys.
"Ah... Dudley... too deep... mmh... ah..." Harley braced her hands on either side of her body, her legs spread wide. The thick sausage thrust in and out of her tender hole, its rough surface scraping against her inner walls and sending waves of pleasure through her.
"Little slut, look at your juices." Dudley pulled out the sausage, now coated in Harley's slick fluid, glistening wetly.
"No... I'm not..." Harley's cheeks flushed crimson as she turned away in shame.
"You lying little bitch. Looks like you need a proper lesson." Dudley made Harley get down, then had her bend over the table, her bottom raised.
Eleven-year-old Dudley inherited his uncle Vernon's thickset build. He pulled out his surprisingly large penis and brutally thrust it into Harley's wet little hole.
"Oh... Dudley... Too fast... Mmm... Ahh..." Harley struggled to hold herself up, but Dudley's rough fucking made her body sway back and forth.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Petunia went to answer it, and it was Dudley's best friend, Piers, and his mother.
"Oh... Dudley, please, Piers is here! Ah... Mmm..." Harley pleaded. If Piers, that mischievous troublemaker, saw her like this, she'd be in for it. At school, because of Dudley and his gang, no one dared be her friend. At least at school she could run and hide from Dudley, even if she'd still be punished at home. Better to suffer in private than be humiliated in public.
Given Dudley's boastful nature, he'd already told Piers about Harley. Now Piers kept staring at her with lecherous eyes. Once, when she thought they were going to gang rape her, she somehow managed to escape to the roof and flee.
After seeing his mother off, Piers followed Petunia into the dining room. His eyes lit up at the sight before him, and he whistled appreciatively.
"Not bad! Brother, to be having this much fun so early in the morning."
"Of course. You've always complained that the little bitch Harley runs too fast, so today you can join in the fun." Dudley smirked, casually slapping Harley's firm buttocks, which Piers had been squeezing too tightly.
"Thanks, you're the best brother ever!" Piers exclaimed excitedly, his already unattractive features twisting into an even more lecherous expression.
"Alright, Dudley, it's time to get ready to leave," Petunia interjected, cutting off their conversation.
"Fine, we'll continue in the car. Harley, go change into the outfit I picked out for you yesterday." Dudley finally released Harley with a dismissive flick of his lips.
Harley stumbled to her small room under the stairs, her trail of wetness earning her an exasperated roll of the eyes from Aunt Petunia.
After changing, Harley emerged, her face flushed. Normally, she could only wear Dudley's old T-shirts, which hung loose and reached her knees, turning them into makeshift dresses. But today, Dudley had specially dug out clothes from his childhood. Now, the outfit barely covered her, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
The clothes barely covered Harley's buttocks.