She was starving. The house was dark, only moonlight slipped through the drawn blinds. However, she still couldn't see a thing. Not that it mattered. Her feet moved on their own.
When she found the kitchen, she heard heavy breathing and slight moaning. Her eyes squinted towards the tap. She didn't need a light to make out the identity of the shadowed figure, for she had known him her entire life.
"Need a hand?"
He stopped, mid moan, and released his hand from his cock. "Fuck-. Ginny? What are you-"
"I was hungry. Seems like I wasn't the only one."