He was hard and long and a whisper in her mind had her wondering if she could get herself around him again. The witch took a trembling step forward, unsure of what exactly she was going to do when a grumble interrupted them.
"Mornin..." The pair turned to where Amy stepped out of the bedroom, hair a mess along her clothing as she started towards the kitchen before freezing midstep and turning. All three made eye contact in awkward silence before she let out a "I-I'm sorry I didn't know, sorry!"
The redhead spun, almost fell over from the quick, and dizzying, movement before she was called out to. "Amy, wait, you don't have to go." Harriet was confused when the other two turned to stare at her. She hadn't said those words, had she? No, that didn't make any sense. Even if...
"A-are you sure? I mean you two are... sorta in the middle of..." her sister gestured to them in general, and likely indicating their state of dress, of undress in this case.
Shit, right, no that was a stupid thing to say. She couldn't just invite someone else to be a part of... whatever was possibly happening between her and Harry, even if it was their sister who he had already had sex with.
Right?
Daring a glance over she noticed an uncertain expression on his face as well, not one of anger or betrayal but just uncertainty.
They made eye contact, and he gave a slight shrug, reminding her, once again, of his naked state in the way his skin and muscles moved. "I mean… if you don't care, I don't."
A single word whispered into her mind.
Share
Amy and her had been raised on the principles of sharing, of giving and receiving in turn, of appreciating what they had and never taking advantage or being jealous of what they didn't. They shared clothes, books, even a bedroom for many years despite having the option to separate.
Could they share something more? Why shouldn't they? Harry was already shared between their time. They already had to share him with their other friends, with Slytherin, with Professor Riddle, with the other students at Hogwarts.
If he didn't mind, why not share on a deeper level?
Even as she nodded and their sister, strangely enough with shyness in every step, began walking closer her justifications continued. The summer wasn't terribly long and even then they couldn't always sneak away. What if these few moments were all they had to be together? Shouldn't they do their best to ensure everyone enjoyed themselves?
Then there was what Amy had hinted at before, Harry had finished after her during their encounter over the holidays, what if this trend continued? What if it was them being satisfied but he was left wanting?
Surely between the two of them they could ensure he peaked as well.
Yes, it was all completely normal and justified, threesomes were obviously the best possible plan. Harriet paused before snorting in laughter at her own thoughts, earning glances from the other two even as she quickly shook her head. "Nothing, nothing sorry just… everything is a bit ridiculous right now."
An odd, almost frozen, silence, fell on the trio before Harry smiled and starting giggling as well, followed shortly after by the redhead.
It felt natural, it felt good. After all the horrors of the previous year, just having her siblings in the same room, laughing, happy, and healthy was so profoundly wonderful that no words existed for it.
Euphoric maybe? Although she would probably use that for sex as well, and speaking of which… "No clothes Amy, that's the rule."
Again, there was an uncharacteristic shyness in her sister's movements, a hesitation even as she pulled her shirt up and over her head, an uncertainty while underpants were dropped to the floor. Was her sister… uncertain about her appearance? No, that couldn't be it. All girls their age were a little flat and unshaped but at least Amaryllis had the beginnings of tone and definition.
Hell, even in the morning light she could see the beginnings of what would undoubtedly be an athletic body in the future.
Was the bookworm jealous? Probably, which made her sister's shift in persona even stranger.
"How uhm… are we going to, you know? Do you two want to start and I'll just wait over here and…"
Right, how did it work with three people? Harriet could mentally map a few things out, like any hotblooded teenage girl with raging hormones, but whether those types of things were practical and not horribly uncomfortable or awkward were two different things entirely.
"Well, you two can take turns or I can just lay on the couch and you two just… choose who goes where and does what."
Harry's suggestion stopped all thoughts raging in her mind and filled it with perverse images. They probably shouldn't, but then again it wasn't as if she hadn't seen her sister naked before prior to this morning. "That's fine with me if you two are okay with it."
Their brother nodded while Amy did as well, in a much more enthusiastic manner. Watching him take his position, after a quick spell she recognized as something like fertility controlling, was surreal, watching her sister look over his nude form even more so. "Do you uhm, want to pick first?"
There was some obvious hesitation in her sister's voice and Harriet didn't blame her in the least. Sure, they both had done things 'the old-fashioned way' during their first times but now? Did he mean one should… should they…
"Uh, right, I'll just go down here…" It was a bit weird, crawling onto the couch and figuring out positioning that would be feasible for her and comfortable for him, still she found a way and gently caressed his, still semi-hard, cock in wonder as it lay beneath her. Glancing up she noticed that while Amy had stepped closer there was still a hesitancy, until Harry reached out and pulled her closer.
"You can just, you know, sit on my face if that makes you comfortable. Just make sure and let me breathe. I'll pinch if you need to move." And so Harriet Potter watched as her sister managed to step over their brothers head and slowly lower herself down until he seemed to get tired of waiting, wrapped his arms around her legs and practically pulled her down onto his mouth.
Then the deepest moan she had ever heard emanated from her sister as the girl leaned forward, whimpering and pleading while rolling her hips.
Fuck , did that mean Harry was… well… good at that sort of thing? Did Riddle teach him out to eat pussy? Had he read it in a book? Regardless, she noted down yet another fantasy to consider for the remainder of the summer, and probably the next school year, before finding herself soaked and ready to wrap around him.
Previous fears about his possible enlargement were wiped away when she practically took him into her body in one movement, letting out a soft curse word as she went down to the base, body quivering but managing to hold off on her own orgasm.
It had been too long, too many months since the last time they were like this, too many nights away to be anything but hair-triggered and sensitive. Doing her best to rise slowly she did her best to savor the sensations, the hard length with a heartbeat deep inside of her cunt. She was doing well, going over school facts in her head to delay her orgasm, counting backwards, anything to stave off the end of the pleasure.
Then she heard her sister moan, saw her lean forward, one hand hidden, maybe gripping Harry's head, with the other on the arm rest, saw her full-body shuddering. She came seconds later, insides gripping as best they could on the cock inside while her own voice made all sorts of sounds.
Reaching out, she stabilized herself as best she could, trying to go a few more moments as she felt the body below her tense and pulsate inside of her.
Looking back, she realized that, yes, she had gone longer, but wasn't sure whether managing six full motions was anything to be truly proud of.
When the trio disengaged and rearranged themselves onto the couch, still naked and basking in the afterglow, Harriet found herself wishing everyday could be the same.
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