He moves closer, so that he’s almost standing between her legs. He slides one hand onto the inside of her thigh, and enjoys the way the hot skin trembles a little at his touch. Everything about this is wrong. He’s seducing his sister, in public, pretending they’re strangers to each other. He’s going to push his hand between her legs, his fingers into her cunt, rub his thumb around her clit and watch her fall apart and try to pretend she isn’t.

Her breath hitches as his fingers slip higher, feather-light against the crease between her leg and her crotch. She opens her legs just that little bit wider, inviting him in.

“Do you often let strange men do this to you?” James asks, the thought inappropriately hot. He imagines Lily coming here without him, flirting and seducing and then going home all apparent innocence and sweetness.

Her expression is wicked as she replies, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

For that, he presses his index finger inside her, up to the knuckle, enjoying the small gasp she makes. He touches forbidden territory in more ways than one as he says,

“What do you think your daddy would say if he could see you now?”

Her eyes widen: mentioning family is strictly forbidden, and James knows it. But she leans forward, a motion which pushes him deeper inside her.

“He’d tell me not to be taken in by older men.”

“Oh dear.” James’s finger moves in and out, in and out. She is wet, and clenching against the intrusion with deliberate intent. “What a naughty girl you are.”

She forces herself to take a sip of her drink. Her “Mmm,” could theoretically be enjoyment of that, but James knows what it really is.

He moves his thumb through the wetness and then up to her clit. Her mouth is slightly open now as he fucks her slowly with his finger as his thumb slides circles higher up. Without ceasing his movements, he takes a drink himself, his eyes focused on hers. He wonders the entire club can’t feel the tension between them.

“I think you’re the one taking me in,” James says, pushing a second finger inside her.

“I think you like it,” she says, her words halting and gasped as his motion increases its pace.

“Not as much as you.”

He is ruthless now, making her fall apart in public, fucking her where anyone could see. If any wizard or witch happened in here… James and Lily are well-known. Public figures just because of something their dad did years before their birth. If they were seen…

“Imagine they could see you now,” he whispers, and it is enough, alongside the pressure of his fingers and thumb.

She jerks, catching herself and biting into her bottom lip. Her eyes never leave James’s as she comes undone in front of him. He fucks her through it, gentle motions with his fingers, curling up inside her. When she comes down, he pulls his fingers free and then puts them in his mouth, sucking deliberately.

“You...” she says.

He gives her a lopsided grin; hails the barman and orders her another cocktail. She spilled the remnants of the first as she came – her hand must taste of cherries now. Then he gives her a little nod.

“Don’t be late home – little sister,” he says; and is gone.