The little boy poked Harley's clitoris with his finger, making her moan. He snatched his hand back as if startled.
"Keep going," Piers urged. "Don't be scared. The big sister is moaning because it feels good."
The boy continued to explore Harley's cunt
"Holy shit! This kid's got potential!" The boy's actions left the onlookers dumbfounded for a moment before they burst into loud laughter.
"No... mmm... ah... you can't... like this... ahhh..." Harley couldn't help but moan. Despite her protests, the boy's arm playing inside her brought her to a shameful climax. Before long, she reached orgasm.
The little boy watched, puzzled, as Harley let out a scream, squirted a large amount of fluid, and then went limp against Dudley. He pulled his arm out.
"Don't be scared," Dennis said. "The big sister is just feeling really good. That's why she's like this."
"Oh. Well, I'm going to play now," the boy said, picking up his water gun.
"Hey, kid, you wanna go play with your water gun?"
"I'm going to the sandbox. It's fun to fill the water gun with sand."
"How about you let the big sister play with you? She loves playing in the sand too," Dudley said, his fat face twisting into an evil grin.
A bad feeling washed over Harley.
"Okay!" the little boy chirped happily, skipping and hopping toward the sandbox to fill his water gun.
"What are you going to do?" Harley asked in terror.
"I told you before," Dudley sneered. "If you dare to run away, you'll have to accept your punishment."
Harley was carried to the sandbox and forced to sit with her legs spread wide.
"Hey, kid," Dudley said, pulling a chocolate bar from his pocket to tempt the boy. "You need a target to play with your sand gun, right? If you can shoot it into the big sister's little hole, I'll give you this candy."
"No... you can't... please don't... ngh..."
Piers took over, holding Harley firmly in place.
"Ah... no... mmm... mmm... ngh... ngh..." Sand sprayed into Harley's little hole. The strong, forceful stream was both painful and thrilling, making her sensitive opening feel numb and itchy at the same time.
When Dudley brought Harley, covered head to toe in sand, back home, they were met with Aunt Petunia's shrill scolding.
Of course, only Harley was reprimanded—after all, her precious Dudley could do no wrong.
...
When Harley learned she and Dudley would be attending different schools, she was so ecstatic she nearly set off firecrackers to celebrate.
Even the drab, rag-like school uniform couldn't dampen her spirits.
Watching Dudley flaunt his burgundy and black Smelting School uniform, she couldn't help but think he looked like a pig dressed up.
She couldn't understand why Aunt Petunia was moved to tears—was it because Dudley was becoming even more pig-like?
But this joyful atmosphere was completely shattered when Harley received a letter.
Surrey
Little Whinging
No. 4, Pivet Road
Under the Stairs, Cupboard
Miss Harley Potter
The envelope was made of thick parchment, addressed in emerald green ink. There was no stamp.
Harley's trembling hands turned the envelope over, revealing a wax seal with a shield-shaped crest. Around the large letter "H" were a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.
Of course, she never got to read the contents before it was snatched away, and she was forcibly moved to Dudley's toy room.
It wasn't good news at all.
Strange letters kept arriving one after another, making the Dursleys' tempers worse and worse. Finally, Vernon couldn't take it anymore and decided to take his family and escape these crazy letters.
But even when they fled to a suburban hotel, the letters still haunted them like vengeful spirits.
Eventually, they were brought to a dilapidated cabin on the sea by the furious Vernon.
Harley, feeling disheartened, wondered who was sending her these letters and what they contained.
She had never received a letter before in her life; she was just a pitiful orphan living under someone else's roof.
She listened to Dudley complain about missing so many TV programs and not being able to touch his precious video games for hours.
He was banging his Smelting School cane against things, making a racket, but the usually indulgent Dursleys ignored him. Petunia kept glancing around nervously, as if wild beasts might suddenly burst out, while Vernon polished his mysterious shotgun.
Night fell, and as expected, a storm raged in from all directions. Turbulent waves crashed...
The ferocious wind battered the small wooden cabin, making the filthy windows rattle loudly.
Aunt Petunia retrieved several moldy blankets from another room and spread them over the worm-eaten sofa to make a bed for Dudley.
She and Uncle Vernon slept on a lumpy, uneven mattress in the next room; Harley barely managed to find a spot on the floor that wasn't too uncomfortable, curling up under a thin, tattered blanket.
After Dudley had snatched most of the food, Harley was cold and hungry, unable to sleep. Just before midnight, a dull roar of thunder drowned out Dudley's snoring.
His arm dangled off the edge of the sofa, a watch on his chubby wrist. The glowing dial told Harley she would be eleven in one minute.
She watched the watch and counted silently: 10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1.
Boom!
The entire cabin shook violently. Harley sat up, staring at the door. Someone was pounding on it, demanding to be let in.
Boom! Another crash against the door. Dudley jolted awake. "Where's the gunfire coming from?" he mumbled sleepily.
Another crash came from behind them as Uncle Vernon burst into the room, clutching a shotgun and stumbling over his feet.
"Who's out there?" he shouted. "I warn you... I have a gun!"
Silence outside.
Then... CRASH!
The door tore off its hinges and slammed to the floor with a deafening bang. A burly man stood in the doorway.
His face was nearly hidden by a thick curtain of unkempt hair and tangled whiskers, but beneath the hair, a pair of beetle-black eyes glinted sharply.
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