A.N. Welcome to my new story. And like always this too will have incest. But unlike my other stories, this will have massive harem instead of a single love interest. You should note that this isn't an anthology of Smuts. It is a story with smuts. Hope you enjoy it.
1. Birthday Boy
Harry Potter was a very loved and spoiled child. He had the heart of all the Potters since the day he was born. His grandfather, Charlus, would kill thousands to keep him safe. His grandmother, Dorea, would do anything to make him smile. His father, James, would sacrifice his life for him. And his mother, Lily, would protect her son until her dying breath.
Fortunately, the Potters didn't have to do anything like that. Their family luckily escaped the war, if it can be even called a war, waged by Voldemort without a scratch. Dumbledore stood up to save his Magical Britain again. He defeated the budding dark lord and kept the peace in the British Isles. No one was scared to say the name Voldemort here. In this world, the dark lord Voldemort died before he could spread his terror or reach his infamy.
Unaware of the tumultuous danger he was fated to face in another life, this Harry Potter was an overconfident sarcastic brat. Though he could definitely back his arrogance with his skills as a seeker. Since the first year, he had joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team and his team had won every single match after that. And almost all of them because he caught the snitch. He has never ever not caught the snitch in any match. His name and 'Prince of Sky' were synonyms in Hogwarts.
Because of all these accomplishments, he developed an arrogant attitude. Not that many people minded. A person who never loses is allowed to believe in his greatness. Obviously, not all of the students were his fans. There always were going to be a few jealous people who couldn't digest his success. Harry didn't care though, he wasn't a people pleaser.
He was currently sitting on his bed, preparing to sleep. It was the night before his fourteenth birthday. Just a few hours from now, he will turn fourteen. It brought a smile to his face. There was just something unique about turning 14. It was an age where teenagers really became teenagers. And he was ready to embark on the journey to become an adult.
He changed into his pyjamas, a combo of silky blue t-shirt and shorts. He laid on the bed and closed his eyes, hoping that this birthday will bring new excitement in his life. While winning every time in Quidditch matches was satisfying, it did become boring too fast. He needed something new to make his life more fun.
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When he woke up the next day, he knew something was different. There was a strange feeling in his eyes as he scanned the room. He frowned when he couldn't find or understand what was different.
He ignored the nagging feeling and prepared himself for the day. He took a long bath since he had time, being awake earlier than usual.
He wore his favourite clothes, it was his birthday after all. He put on a blue jacket over his white custom shirt and black trousers.
He went down in the kitchen, guessing his family might already be there.
He was half correct.
His grandmother and mother were talking with each other while they cooked breakfast, obviously with the help of the house elves. They were facing away from the door so they didn't notice his arrival. He couldn't help noticing that they too had opted to wear nice clothes. His mother had a pretty form-fitting knee length red satin dress over her while his grandmother had put on a white summer dress which came down to her ankle. Just as he was going to approach them and give them their morning hugs, something appeared before his eyes. Black italic alphabets and numbers hovered over their heads. His eyes widened as he read them.
Dorea Potter
Love: 100
Lust: 0
Hate: 0
Lily Potter
love: 100
Lust: 0
Hate: 0
He blinked his eyes but the strange letters were still there.
'What the fuck!'
He wasn't given time to ponder as they turned around and saw him, he ignored the weird stats over their heads, shelving the strange occurance to examine later. He returned their wide smiles, feeling all warm and happy. It was a privilege to see their gorgeous faces at the start of the day.
If he was ever asked who was his first love, he would say the names Dorea and Lily in an instant. These two women were the most beautiful people in the whole world. At least to him. His mother who was in her mid thirties barely looked older than 25 with her slim curvy body and long silky crimson hair. Her eyes though were the icing on the cake, which made her so unique and highly sought-after. Her bright emerald eyes held infinite warmth and love for him. He was sure he had fallen in love with her the same day he was born and had looked into her eyes. The love had only increased and increased as he grew up.
He then looked at his other love, Dorea Potter, his grandmother. She was the kindest person he knew and the second most beautiful woman after his own mother. While she was in her early sixties, she didn't look a day older than forty. The softness of her body and the few wrinkles on her face only added to her charm. She rarely tied her long blonde hair and usually let it flow behind her back. He liked that. It had given him a habit of running his fingers through her smooth hair whenever he could. Her blue eyes had the same love for him as his mother's.
They both walked to him before he could approach them.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" Lily wished joyfully and gave him a big hug. Harry chuckled and wrapped his own arms around her waist, pulling her close and pressing his face on her chest.
Sometimes he loved being a head shorter than his mother and grandmother. It gave him plenty of excuses to hug his first loves like this without earning their suspicion. While he wasn't very short, he wasn't tall either with his 5 feet 1 inches height. If he was someone else he might be insecure about it. But in his eyes, he was perfect, even his height. And he still had many years to grow. He held her close and nuzzled on her firm perky tits. He could feel her hot skin through the robe and bra. And the sensation of her voluptuous boobs never cease to excite him. He squashed his face on her left boob and gripped her tighter around the waist. She smelled so nice, like a garden of jasmine.
Lily didn't mind the long hug. She would stand still forever and hug him for eternity if her son only just wished it. Such was the influence of Harry in his family. He was their precious prince. They were used to spoiling him.
"I am feeling ignored, Harry. Did you forget me?" Dorea asked with a playful smile, standing beside his mother. Harry stepped back and kissed his mother soundly on her cheek before grabbing his grandmother by the waist and pulling her tight against him.
"Forget my girlfriend, Dora? I won't do that blasphemy." Harry grinned and embraced her tightly. Her bosom was softer on his face and a little larger than his mother's, most probably because of her age. Even the light sagging of her tits was amazing. It was enjoyable in its own way.
"Oh! you remember that even now?" Dorea laughed heartily, slinging her arms around his neck and leaning down. It was a sort of an inner joke between the Potters. When Harry was very young, 6 years old, he had declared to his family that he would marry Dorea in future. He had confessed his undying love for her after he read some fairy tale. But when he realised that she was already married, he sulked and pouted for a whole two hours. His grandfather was just amused at being on the receiving end of his angry glares while James and Lily couldn't help giggling whenever the two competitors for Dorea's hand were in the same room. That day was a fond memory for all the Potters, including Harry himself.
"You know what Harry? I can't become your wife. But I can become your girlfriend, no?" She had smiled slyly then, ruffling his hair affectionately. His eyes had widened as did his lips before he threw himself at her and yelled 'yes' again and again. Dorea had caught the little boy in her arms and laughed at his innocent joy before kissing him on his forehead.
"Of course I do. We are still a couple. A perfect couple. I hope you are not dumping me, my dear Dora." Harry grinned and placed a quick kiss on her lips. It was a second longer for being innocent peck but since it was close lipped, Dorea and Lily didn't consider it odd.
"Never. You and I will always be boyfriend and girlfriend. Never has someone treated me as well as you. I will be stupid to let you go." Dorea chuckled and kissed his cheek.
"On the lips, Dora. We have been dating for years. Don't be shy now." Harry cajoled, squeezing her waist. Dorea and Lily just rolled their eyes as their precious baby tried to flirt. They shared an amused look. He was just so adorable.
"Fine. You will get your kiss, Mister. But you have to close your eyes for that." Dorea smiled kindly at him. When Harry immediately shut his eyes, she leaned down, pressing her soft lips on his for a gentle kiss. She had meant it to be a familial short peck but Harry had turned it into something else. His hands came up and cupped her cheeks and then he deepened their kiss. She shivered as his wet lips moved over hers indecently. She blushed as their lips parted from each other with a pop sound. She ignored her tingling lips. It was a 5 second long kiss. Far longer and deeper than she wanted it to be. But she waved away her worry seeing his beaming smile.
Harry just grinned at her and hugged her again, pushing his face in her soft chest. Dorea buried the uncertainty and cradled his head on her bosom. She discreetly wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
"Happy Birthday, Harry. I hope you live a long and healthy life." She wished softly, caressing his hair as she placed her chin atop his head.
Lily's eyes twinkled in joy at the heartwarming sight.
"Come now, mother. We have to prepare the banquet for our prince. Let's get to work and send him away to his father and grandfather so they too could wish him." Lily interrupted their peaceful embrace. Dorea nodded and moved towards the stove, shooting a last smile at him.
"Go, Harry. Those two are waiting for you in the living room." Lily suggested, mussing his hair. Harry nodded and gave her one last quick hug, using the opportunity to press his nose in the divide of her boobs before leaving the kitchen. How was he not to become a pervert when he had two hot women always doting on him? It was impossible not to give in to the temptation.
Though he had noticed something strange as he stepped out of the kitchen. The weird letters over his mother and grandmother's head had changed somewhat.
Dorea Potter
Love: 100
Lust: 15
Hate: 0
Lily Potter
Love: 100
Lust: 1
Hate: 0
If what he was assuming was correct then he now has a secret power to see his relationship status with other people. While he was nervous and apprehensive of this new power and its mysterious origin, he couldn't stop his excitement to test it on other people.
He was also amused to see that it was easier to provoke lust in his grandmother than his mother. Then again he had kissed her and not his mother. It must be because of that. Or maybe, Lily Potter just saw him as her little son and nothing more which had its own pros and cons. On one hand she would overlook his unsubtle lustful actions like she did when he kissed Dorea but on other hand it will be difficult to make her see him as something more.
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He glanced at the strange stats over his father and grandfather's heads.
James Potter
Love: 100
Lust: 0
Hate: 0
Charlus Potter
Love: 100
Lust: 0
Hate: 0
Well, it surely was satisfying to see the written proof of his family's absolute love for him, even if he knew that already. James was running towards him as soon as Harry went into the living room. Harry reciprocated the tight hug.
He laughed as his father swept him off of his feet and twirled him in the air.
"Harry! Do you know what today is?" He grinned, disengaging from the hug and grabbing him by his shoulders.
"Sunday. Yes, I know. Don't tell me you forgot it. Are you getting too old, dad?" Harry joked.
"Today is your Birthday!" James again hugged him giddily, ignoring his jab. Harry just rolled his eyes as they pulled back.
"Calm down, James. The way you are shouting, one might mistake you as the birthday boy." Charlus had a small smile on his face as he moved towards the father-son duo. Just like Dorea, Charlus too didn't look like he was in his sixties. But unlike the other members of his family, he didn't act like an excited kid. He just gave him a brief hug and a pat on his head.
"Happy Birthday, my boy. You will grow into a powerful man someday and will further the fame and influence of our family, of the ancient clan of Potters. I am proud of you."
"I will, grandpa. Everyone will know our name someday." Harry vowed resolutely.
"I know, Harry. I know." Charlus said with a soft smile. "Let's go and wait for the huge breakfast in the kitchen. I am eager to see what they are going to serve us today."
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It wasn't breakfast they ate but a feast. Harry sat between Dorea and his mother at the dining table. His father and grandfather sat across from them, digging into their food.
Harry was being pampered by the women of his life. They had decided to feed him by their own hands. Harry didn't even think to refuse it. He just smiled and let them spoon feed him.
He now had a goal in his mind. If he had the power, why not exploit it? And exploit he will. He had decided it won't do being a virgin at the age of 14. He was Harry Potter after all. He won't be a hapless kid. Also, he had decided to seduce Dorea first and then his mother. Why go out to find sexual partners when he had the hottest women of the world conveniently in the house and under his influence?
He should feel unease and disgust for thinking of his mother and grandmother in that way but he had accepted his perversion last year when he began noticing the opposite sex. He was a deviant and he wasn't ashamed of it. He didn't care about incest. Scratch that. He actually loved incest. The image of rutting with his own family excited him more than anything or any woman.
When they were done with breakfast, he was dragged outside by Dorea and his mother. James and Charlus gave him pitying looks as if knowing something he didn't know.
"We are going shopping in the muggle world. We will buy you new clothes. Come on." They ordered him. His mother grabbed his hand as the trio apparated.
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Harry was bored and annoyed. It had already been two hours since he came here. You would think he would have bought many clothes by now. But no! His mother and Dorea had barely approved of two shirts and three pants. They were again off to somewhere, finding 'perfect' clothes for him. He sat on the bench in front of the changing room, waiting for this torture to be already over. Though he already knew it would take a couple of more hours before he would be free.
As Dorea hurried towards him with a bundle of clothes, Harry moodily stood up and let her drag him towards the changing room.
"Chin up, Harry. After this is done, you will be thankful to us for such good clothes." She smirked at his gloomy look and shoved him inside and closed the door.
Harry grumbled as he stood in front of the full mirror, undressing himself. He put the set of clothes in a corner and picked the first one.
When he stood just in his underwear, he put his arm inside the sleeve of the black shirt, before doing the same with his other one. He quickly buttoned it. He whistled as he stared into the mirror. This shirt really looked great on him. Dorea had a nice taste. Now, onto the pants then. Unfortunately, the white slacks were uncomfortably tight around his waist. As he decided to remove it and reject it since it wasn't a good fit, a vindictive smile bloomed on his face, an idea to improve this tedious trip popped in his mind. He was going to make this boring expedition into the muggle world more interesting.
"Dora, can you come in? I have a problem." Harry called her, gently knocking on the door. A second later, Dorea stepped in with a worried frown and locked the door behind her.
"What is it, Harry?" she asked, looking him up and down.
"The pants are too tight and I can't unbutton them. So, I can't take it off." Harry lied, kind of. While it was true that the slacks were annoyingly tight, he could remove it if he wished. It would just take a little more effort.
"Oh! Stand still. I will do it for you." Dorea smiled reassuringly and dropped on her knees in front of him. Harry stifled a lecherous grin as his grandmother was on her knees, trying to remove his pants. It would be a difficult task to claim their position innocent if someone interrupts them.
She scowled at the stubborn button. It seemed it wasn't going too well for her. It was really tight. Harry could unbutton it with some work but for Dorea it was nigh impossible.
Harry let his eyes wander on Dorea's body. His gaze locked on her thinned lips as she concentrated on the button. Then his eyes slid on her slender neck, afterwards his emeralds gleamed at the thin straps of her white summer dress. How easy would it be to reach down and pull the straps down her shoulders?
His mouth watered as he gazed at the hint of her cleavage. He wished she hadn't worn such a conservative dress and showed more skin. Still, it was fun leering at her big tits. He felt his lust inflame when her breasts jiggled in white dress as she angrily shook her hands while pulling on the button.
At last, the button couldn't suffer any more stress. It fell on the floor, broken, finally loosening the pants. Dorea heaved a big sigh of relief which did amazing things to her soft round chest. Harry wet his lips. She easily pulled down the slacks to his knees, unaware of what was to come.
She instantly froze as she came face to face with his underwear.
There was a tent pitched in his briefs. Harry smothered a smirk and stepped back. He felt smug at seeing the deep blush on his grandmother's face.
"Thanks, Dora. You are a lifesaver." Harry said, ignoring his boner and her reaction. He pulled off the slacks totally off his legs. He removed the designer shirt and put on his own one.
Dorea stood up on unsteady legs and tried not to look at him.
"I will go out now." She spluttered.
"No, stay here. What if the other trousers are also this tight?" Harry pouted and looked imploringly at her with his wide emerald eyes. He was still young and short enough to pull that adorable look. Dorea immediately melted at the look and nodded with a smile.
Just as Dorea was regaining her bearings and was able to look at her baby boy without heat flaring through her cheeks, he decided to do something.
He pushed down his underwear and grabbed his erection with his fingers and started moving it up and down.
"Harry!" Dorea gasped and turned around, putting her back towards him. But there was no respite since she stood in front of the mirror. She could still see him masturbating.
"Yes, Dora?" He asked innocently.
"What are you doing?" she asked bemusedly, trying not to glimpse at his nether regions through the mirror.
"Masturbating." he replied frankly.
"Why?" she whispered, massaging her forehead, expecting a headache.
"Because it is stiff." he said in the same innocent voice.
"I mean why here?" she groaned.
"Because this is my only opportunity to do it. Dad had instructed me to never ignore the stiffness in my penis for a long time. He said some 'blue ball' thing will happen then and it would be painful. Since we will be in this clothes shop for a few more hours, I can't risk waiting." Harry explained and shrugged, still thrusting into his fist.
Dorea couldn't find a flaw in his logic.
"But I am still here! Didn't your dad inform you to do it alone in your room?" she hissed.
"Hmm. Yes, he did. But he also smiled and said that if I am in the company of a hot woman who I trust, I can go wild." Harry smiled bashfully.
'Sorry, Dad. I will always remember your sacrifice.' Harry thought amusedly, seeing the dangerous glint in his grandmother's eyes.
Dorea blushed at his indirect compliment. It had been years since anyone called her hot. While she wasn't a young teenager, she was aware of her mature body. She pinched herself and stopped that line of thought, focussing on the anger at her son.
"James said that?" she scowled angrily.
"Yep." Harry said nonchalantly and stepped forward.
Dorea had her head bowed as she thought how to lecture her prankster son when she felt someone grab her arse. Her eyes widened comically as she turned her head to see her baby prince who was erratically fisting his prick while leering at her behind, fondling her arse cheek. His eyes were glazed and he was panting like crazy.
She moaned loudly as his fingers sank into her soft cheek like a claw. Before she could admonish him, Harry stood on his toes and grunted loudly, letting pleasure course through him. He stumbled forward. He inadvertently pushed her against the mirror as he grabbed her shoulders to keep himself from falling.
"Harry!" she whispered aghast. The sudden shift in their position has caused things to escalate. With her face flushed against the cold mirror, her hands on the wall to keep standing, she had unwittingly stuck her arse out alluringly. Conveniently, Harry's throbbing prick was snuggled between her arse cheeks. The back of her white dress had been pushed into her butt crack, accentuating the inner curves of her big round bum enticingly.
Harry's eyes were glass, his mind was blank. All the blood was in his erection. He just squeezed her shoulders and began humping rapidly, his hard naked shaft moving back and forth on her arse crack, between her bountiful cheeks.
Dorea, who was bent over by the waist, couldn't stop her unwanted moan. Even though she was fully dressed, she could still feel his heat and hardness through her dress and underwear. His excitement was squeezing in and out of her bubbly cheeks.
"Harry-" she hardened herself, preparing to totally scold her baby boy. But she was interrupted by his pleasured groan. His hands moved away from her shoulders and wrapped around her waist. He squeezed her tight and pressed his face and his chest on her back. She smelled so good. Her skin was so soft and warm. He couldn't stop himself, the lemony scent of her blonde hair was so intoxicating. He squashed her arse with his crotch and cummed on her beautiful dress. His hips convulsed, hitting repeatedly on her fat butt as the last of his seeds smeared on her cloth.
Dorea's face turned red at the sensation of Harry's tight embrace, at his possessive grasp, at his rough thrusting. As he tottered back, she whirled around and stood face to face with him. She ignored the urge to sneak a glance at his groin and glared at him. She ignored the slight dampening between her legs.
She touched her behind and her nose flared as she scooped the sticky substance. She angrily pushed her hand forward, palm up.
"What is the meaning of this?" She questioned in a very deceptively calm voice.
Harry smiled nervously at seeing his white cream in her hand.
"Sorry, Dora. I got carried away. When I stumbled and pressed myself behind you, my will wasn't strong enough to pull away from your nice and temptingly soft body." He tried to lighten the heavy atmosphere by smiling cutely at her. And it worked. At least a little. A warm gratification bubbled in her stomach along with long lost lust. She easily ignored those feelings.
Dorea sighed as she cleaned her hand and her white dress by the twirl of her wand. She was surprised her anger melted away so easily. But Harry was just a young teenager. She couldn't really fault him for humping on her arse when he luckily got into that position. Still, she would have to lecture him about moral decency in sex. He couldn't just push a woman against a mirror and rub on her behind like an animal. She won't let her baby prince turn into a fucking rapist. Yes, she would need to have a serious private conversation with him when they get home. She needed to teach him the difference between appropriate and inappropriate behaviour since his father and her son couldn't do it properly. Her rage came back and shifted to James. She would also need to have a conversation with her own son.
"Are you angry, Dora? Please don't dislike me. I love you." Harry who was now thankfully clothed looked at her sadly. Faux sadly, not that she knew.
"No, Harry. I am just...annoyed at you." she replied after a minute. Seeing his downtrodden look, she couldn't maintain her strict pose and leaned down, hugging him. She heard his relieved laugh as he squeezed her tightly. Her own lips spread into a smile.
Though for the first time, she realised how Harry always pressed his face in her breasts in their hugs. He had been doing that since he was a child. But he wasn't a child anymore. She tried to adjust but his face kept pushing on her chest. In the end, she gave up on the futile aim and continued hugging him as usual. Still, a part of her felt a spark of pleasure as his nose dug in her cleavage. She quickly suppressed that part and broke the hug. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled at him reassuringly.
"I am going out now. I don't want any more accidents. Check all the given clothes and choose what you like. I will be waiting outside."
"Do you have to? Please stay with me." he pouted. She was ready to accede reluctantly. It was really hard to say no to him. All her life, her answer to his every request was a yes. She couldn't change it now. Thankfully, a knock on the door stopped her from giving in to his demands.
"Ma'am, you alright? You have been with the boy there for some time? Please come out." A woman's voice called from outside. Dorea opened the door and stepped outside. She smiled charmingly at the staff member.
"There is no longer any problem, Miss. My grandson had difficulty with the tight pants and called me for help." She said with a soft voice. Harry, who was leaning against the wall inside, waved his hand at them and closed the door.
"Oh, I see. I am sorry to interrupt. But you can understand how this looks, right? Please refrain from entering into a changing room when it's already occupied. Also you look too young to be someone's grandmother. I hope you didn't lie. I will be watching you." The stern woman said severely and walked away. Dorea just nodded and moved over to sit on the bench, her mind drifting through various topics.
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As he shut the door, a large grin appeared on his face. He suppressed the urge to scream in ecstasy and compromised with a silent jig. Today was the best day of his life. He had groped his grandmother's big curvy arse. And if that wasn't the stuff of dreams, he had even managed to hump on her round butt. He shuddered as the memories of him touching and squeezing her filled his mind. Today was really a good day. His new power has even been updated. When he glanced at Dorea's stats after she exited the room, another thing had been added. He recalled her stats.
Dorea Potter
Love: 100
Lust: 50
Hate: 0
Kink: Submission
He was elated with this new addition. Though it didn't appear over everyone's head. He had checked. The woman who came to warn them didn't have the kink in her stats. He easily deduced that this new addition would only appear over the heads of people who had 50 or 50 plus Lust for him. And right now, it was only his grandmother. Still, it would make his goal to seduce Dorea far easier.
After a few more hours, with bags full of clothes, they went home. Harry was grateful for the mercy.
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