<strong>Name:</strong>Hannah Smith<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Twin's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harry & whoever comes for them<br/><br/>Harry was always so good to her.  When everyone else seemed frustrated or put off by her differences, Harry never did.  He always just tried to help, to go along with what she wanted or needed.  Like now for example.  He knew she needed him, needed to suck on him and go back to the middle and he didn't even mind.  She knew it wasn't normal for brothers and sisters to do this but instead of judging her, of pushing her away and telling Hannah she was a horrid little freak, Harry simply held her hand and told her how good it made him feel.  His fingers wrapped around hers like her hand was his lifeline to the world, to happiness, and she felt the joy of that love spread between them.  His other hand was on her head, guiding her, telling Hannah how to make it better and she worked hard to do it just right, just the way he liked.<br/><br/>For example, Harry liked it when her tongue was pressed up hard and flat against the bottom of his shaft and as he drew almost all of the way out of her mouth she whirled it around the tip before readying herself to take him into her depths again.  He also loved to look into her eyes, and she into his, just as he spurted.  Sometimes he used her mouth, sometimes her barely there breasts, but mainly Harry liked to spray it across her face in thick, slickly gooey ropes then tell her how pretty it made her look.  In a way, she guessed, it was like Harry was painting with his cum and she was his canvas.  Sort of a performance piece.<br/><br/>As he tensed, Hannah gave a final lick then braced herself.  Sometimes Harry loved to sh-<br/><br/>And there it was.  He arched and pulled down on her head at the same time and his dick slid deep into her mouth, making her gag and struggle to take it.  As the first blast came she knew it was going to be a big load.  Harry hadn't done anything with her for the last week and had a lot saved up.  It was also thick, very thick.  Sometimes when they played around several times in the same day it got thinner and more transparent but this time his cum was so thick it was almost like a gel.  She swallowed, feeling the hot slippery mass travel down her throat, then Harry pulled back a little bit until just the tip of him was in her mouth, filling her cheeks almost to bulging it felt like.  Hannah swallowed most of it, then pushed the rest around her mouth with her tongue, savoring the primal taste of it and the way it felt against and around her teeth.  She sighed happily, mouth shut, then swallowed the last of it and rested her head on Harry's thigh, still holding his hand.<br/><br/>Harry normally liked to sleep afterwards, so Hannah lay still with his erect but slowly softening shaft beside her, half in her hair and starting to curve back towards his belly.  After a few minutes she reached over and tucked it back inside his boxers, then gave the now covered form a little kiss.  "Thanks!"<br/><br/>Hannah left him and went to sit at the big touchscreen Mac her mom had bought her to do her art on.  She poked it, then again, then wiggled it back and forth with her hand on the edge.  It wasn't coming on.<br/><br/>"Harry, the computer's being stupid.  Fix it," she said and looked over her shoulder at him.  "Make it be nice!"