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Fleur woke him up with a gentle nudge the next morning.
"Gabrielle and I are going out," Fleur said. "I figured we'd go to brunch and then maybe do some shopping. We'll be home this afternoon. Message me if you need anything."
"Okay," Harry said groggily. "What time is it?"
"A little after 9:00," Fleur replied. "No need to get up. I'll lock the door on the way out, so you can sleep in if you want."
"Thanks, babe," he said. "Have fun."
"We will," Fleur answered. "See you later."
Harry slept for another hour or so and got out of bed around 10:00. He made some tea and scones and sat down on the couch reading the latest issue of Quidditch Quarterly, where he remained for a couple of hours. Afterwards he did a few chores around the flat but mostly loafed about for much of the morning and early afternoon.
Fleur and Gabrielle returned around 3:00 with shopping bags in hand. Harry knew his wife loved to shop, and that his sister-in-law was far from a good influence in that regard. He could only imagine what unnecessary things the two of them decided to buy.
"Hi, Amore," Fleur said when they walked in.
"Hi, babe," Harry replied. "Hi, Gabrielle."
"Hey, Harry," Gabrielle said back.
The girls removed their shoes and placed them by the door.
"Did you two have fun?" Harry asked.
"Definitely," Fleur answered. "We both bought a few things, and I heard a couple of interesting stories from Gabrielle over brunch."
"Oh yeah?" he asked instinctively as he sipped on a lukewarm cup of tea.
"Mhmm," Fleur said back. "Like how you saw my little sister's not so little tits last night."
Harry nearly choked on his tea.
"What?" he asked, hoping the plausible deniability approach would work.
"Oh don't play dumb, Harry," Gabrielle said. "We both know you saw my tits last night."
"And now I do, too," Fleur chimed in.
"It was an accident," he said hastily. "I didn't mean to. I'm not some kind of voyeur."
"Mhmm, sure you didn't," Fleur retorted.
Harry couldn't tell if his wife was upset or if she was having fun with this.
"It won't happen again," he said. "I promise."
"Do you want it to happen again?" Fleur asked.
"Sorry, what?" Harry asked back.
"Exactly what I said," Fleur replied. The three of us shared a couple of back-and-forth glances.
"Fleur told me what you wanted for Christmas," Gabrielle added.
"Quidditch tickets?" Harry said, unironically.
"I heard you wanted … a threesome," Gabrielle said nonchalantly.
"Oh," he said. "I didn't mean..." His voice trailed off. He could feel my face getting warm.
"Here's the offer," Fleur said. "For the next three days, Gabrielle and I will spend all our time in the apartment completely naked. You'll be able to see our boobs, butts, and everything else. But here's the catch — you can't masturbate, and you can't touch either of us sexually. That means no jerking off, no orgasms, and no sex. If you break the rules, we put our clothes back on, and all of this comes to an end. If you last the full three days until Christmas, maybe I'll let you have that threesome you asked for. Deal?"
"I don't know what to say," he answered truthfully. "You're okay with this, Gabrielle? And Fleur, you're fine with me seeing your sister naked?"
"Yup," they answered, practically in unison.
"So what do you say?" Fleur asked. "If you're not up for it, we don't have to do it. But we're game if you are."
"Okay," Harry said. "Let's do it. Could we start in ten minutes so I can rub one out first?"
"Nope," Fleur asked. "If we do it, it starts now. Your call."
"No problem," he said, attempting to sound unfazed. "I can manage."
"Great," Fleur said. "This'll be fun. Don't you think so, Gabrielle?"
"Absolutely," Gabrielle chimed in, smiling at Harry. "I guess that means it's time for us to strip."
"I guess so," Fleur said in agreement.
The two girls did just that. Fleur went first, pulling her red sweater over her head and leaving her breasts semi-exposed beneath her baby blue bra. She unbuttoned her pants next and slowly pulled them down to her ankles. Her eyes lit up, and she smirked as she removed each article of clothing. Harry could tell she was enjoying this.
So was he. His penis was hardening in his pants, but he knew he was forbidden from giving it any attention. All he could do was watch the show and let his dick continue to enlarge.
Fleur stepped out of her pants and kicked them to the side. Her socks quickly met a similar fate. All that remained now were Fleur's baby blue bra and panties. Not passing up an opportunity to be a tease, Fleur turned around and rubbed her hands along her butt. Her undies covered very little of her cheeks, which subtly jiggled with each movement.
Fleur unhooked her bra and let it fall forward out of his view.
"And now for the grand finale," Fleur said alluringly.
She ever so slowly pulled her panties down past her bum and let them fall to the floor. Harry loved the sight of his wife's ass as much as he did the first time he saw it all those years ago. It took everything in his power not to lurch forward and give it a firm squeeze. His dick was throbbing.
"Turn around," he said. "I want to see all of you."
Fleur did as he asked but made a dramatic yet ineffective attempt to cover certain portions of her torso. Her ample boobs spilled out over her arms, though her hand did manage to cover at least a little bit of her mound.
Gabrielle just looked on all the while, with her gaze bouncing back and forth from Fleur to Harry.
"Let's see those tits," Gabrielle said. "We don't have all day here, sis."
Fleur dropped her hands, leaving her boobs unobstructed. Her pink nipples were fully erect, perhaps because of the cool December air or … perhaps … because she was turned on by her little performance.
Harry caught a fuller glimpse of her mound, which was covered in a fine layer of blond stubble in the shape of a heart. At that moment, Harry wanted nothing more than to dive between her legs and lick her until she came. But it would have to wait.
"My turn?" Gabrielle asked.
Not waiting for an answer, she removed her shirt and quickly unfastened her bra, which promptly fell to her feet. Her impressive breasts stood out from her chest. Gabrielle's small pink nipples were erect, too.
"Didn't see the need to make a big deal of that part," Gabrielle quipped. "You already saw these last night."
"It was an accident!" Harry reiterated.
"This time it's not," Gabrielle said. She walked toward him and gently massaged her boobs. She gave each nipple a gentle squeeze and positioned them about a foot away from his face.
Harry licked his lips and started to lean forward unconsciously, before she stopped him.
"Oh no you don't," Gabrielle said. "You can look but you can't touch. Isn't that right, Fleur?"
"I do believe that was the deal," Fleur chimed in. Fleur walked over and positioned herself similarly.
Harry had two girls' breasts right in his face but was powerless to do anything about it. His penis ached in my pants.
"Now," Gabrielle said. "Where was I?"
She delicately unbuttoned her jeans, lowering them one inch at a time at a deliberate pace and exposing the light blue cotton fabric of her underwear bit by bit. Gabrielle stopped lowering her jeans once they reached her knees and instead pulled the lace trim of her undies upward. Harry could see the outline of her vulva in the curves of the fabric. His sister-in-law was taking this erotic strip session to a whole new level.
Gabrielle expertly worked her way through the rest of her disrobement. She pulled off her jeans and shed her socks, leaving her with just the form-fitting light blue undies. Harry longed to see her crotch, and thankfully, he didn't have to wait more than a few seconds.
Gabrielle slowly pulled her panties down, uncovering an immaculately maintained landing strip of curly, blond hair. With a swift tug, Gabrielle let her panties fall to the ground, exposing her shaven sex lips. She slipped her right index finger inside herself, which emerged wet and glistening before slipping it in her mouth.
"Want a taste?" Gabrielle said coyly. "Oh wait, that's not allowed." She smiled and winked at him.
"Think you can make it through three days of this?" Fleur asked.
"I don't think I have a choice," Harry reluctantly replied. His erect penis pushed against the fabric of his pants… This was not going to be easy.
"Sure you do," Gabrielle said. "You can give yourself a release and put an end to this at any time. You just need to decide whether that's what you really want. I'll leave you to think about that while I go pee."
Gabrielle whirled around and shuffled to the bathroom door.
"Unless you want to watch?" Gabrielle said with a smirk.
"Maybe another time," he replied nonchalantly.
"Suit yourself," Gabrielle replied. "It's a standing offer. You might like it." Gabrielle winked again and disappeared into the bathroom.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" Harry said to Fleur once Gabrielle was out of earshot. He took his wife by the hand and led her into their bedroom.
"Everything okay?" Fleur asked.
"That's what I was going to ask you," Harry replied. "You're sure you're up for this? I know I said I wanted a threesome and all that, but we really don't have to do this if you're not comfortable."
"I actually think it's very comfortable to go without clothes," she answered. "There's no chafing, no tight pants. It's great."
"You know what I mean," Harry said.
"I know. And I am comfortable with this. I want to do it for you."
"You don't think it's weird for me to see your sister naked? And what about if the threesome happens?"
"I'd rather it be with her than someone else. We've both seen each other naked before, so there's no anxiety there. The only thing new is that you're seeing her naked now, too. I trust you completely and know you won't start an affair with Gabrielle after this. And I know she won't tell a soul about what we're doing. There's no way she'd say "oh yeah, I fucked my sister's husband and spent three days completely naked around him." We don't have another sibling for her to tell, and she sure as hell won't tell our parents … well at least not our dad. Long story short, I don't see news of this getting out, inside or outside the family."
"That's a good point," Harry said. "And you don't think it'll be weird to, you know, fool around with your sister?"
"I don't know how much fooling around with her I'm going to do," Fleur countered. "Walking around naked for a few days isn't really fooling around. And if the three of us sleep together, it's more about Gabrielle and me giving you the best Christmas present you'll ever receive, not me trying to get another girl off or vice versa. We'll see what happens in the heat of the moment, I guess. But I'm going to be focused on pleasing my husband."
"If you say so," he replied.
They heard the toilet flush from across the apartment.
"I think we should get back out there," Fleur said. "I don't want this to get weird all of a sudden."
"You're right," Harry said as he started walking out of their bedroom. "Oh and Fleur?"
"Yeah?" she replied.
"Thank you," he said.
"For what?"
"For this. You're an amazing wife."
"I know," she said with a smile.
They emerged from their bedroom a few seconds before Gabrielle came out of the bathroom.
"So, what's the plan for this afternoon?" Gabrielle asked.
"I thought the three of us could decorate a gingerbread house together," Fleur replied. "I bought a decorating kit earlier this week. I figured it could be fun."
"Perfect," Gabrielle replied. "It'll be my first nude gingerbread house."
They all laughed.
"I'll put on some Christmas music," Harry said.
With holiday tunes filling the flat, they sat down at the kitchen table to begin assembling and decorating the gingerbread house. Harry got a sturdy piece of cardboard to serve as the base for the dwelling and started to assemble the four walls of the home.
"Could each of you hold a couple of these walls?" he asked. "I want to make sure I can get enough frosting around them so they won't fall."
The girls did as he asked, leaning toward the center of the table to carefully grasp the sides of the gingerbread house. As they did, Fleur's nipples brushed up against his left arm, and Gabrielle's did the same against his right arm. He felt the warmth of the girls' breasts on his skin and smiled. His erection had lessened for a few minutes, but his dick began hardening again. It was going to be impossible to last three days, Harry thought.
Harry desperately tried to focus on affixing the walls of the house to each other and to the cardboard base.
"I think I've got enough frosting in the cracks to hold them together," he said. "You should be able to let go now."
"You didn't want to put any frosting in my cleavage?" Gabrielle teased as she removed her hands from the gingerbread structure. "You could've licked it out afterward." She winked at him as she squeezed her breasts together before she slid her hands down toward her crotch.
"I think that would be against the rules, Gabrielle," he said. "And we just can't have that."
"Oops," Gabrielle said. "My bad. I guess the image of you licking frosting from between my tits will have to be enough to satisfy you. Right, sis?"
Fleur nodded in agreement.
"You're both crazy," he said. "I hope you know that."
"We know," Fleur said.
"We just don't care," Gabrielle added.
Harry's cock was fully hardened in his pants. His balls ached from the visual Gabrielle provided and from the general excitement of the afternoon.
"Just help me do the roof," he said to no one in particular.
With the same skin-to-skin contact as before, they quickly assembled the roof. Before long, the house stood on its own, and they were ready to start decorating.
They added mints and gumdrops and licorice and all sorts of other things. The bare gingerbread walls turned into a vibrant hodgepodge of multicolored candies as afternoon turned to early evening.
"I have an idea," Gabrielle said unprompted. "Let's add some pieces of candy cane to make a walkway up to the front of the house. Fleur and I bought some this afternoon. It'll look great."
"Go for it," Fleur said. "They're in the bag on the counter."
Gabrielle stood up and walked a few steps into the kitchen to grab the candy canes. Harry's eyes followed her naked body as she moved across the room, and his gaze was particularly drawn to her tight ass. He longed to squeeze it, but he couldn't believe he was having such sexual thoughts about someone other than Fleur.
"Distracted?" Fleur asked me softly.
"A little," Harry admitted.
"She's got a nice ass, right?" Fleur continued.
"Yes I do," Gabrielle said as she returned to the table with the candy canes. "My pussy is even better. But … well … you can't have either one … at least not right now."
"This is cruel," Harry said.
"You think that's bad?" Gabrielle asked. "Watch this."
His sister-in-law took a candy cane out of the box and unwrapped it. He watched intently as she sat back in her chair and spread her legs. Harry had an unobstructed view of her vulva, and she used her left hand to spread her lips, putting her pink interior on display.
Gabrielle took the straight end of the candy cane and gently inserted it into her pussy. She pushed it further and further inside herself until much of its length had disappeared from view. A few seconds later she removed the candy cane from her pink interior and held it out in front of him.
"Want a little taste?" she said. "I think you might like it."
"Can I?" Harry asked Fleur. "Technically, I wouldn't be touching either of you."
"That's true," my wife said with a smile. "Go ahead."
"And you're okay with it?" Harry asked Gabrielle.
"More than okay with it," she said back. She pushed the candy cane into herself once more. "I want you to be able to taste me better," she said, removing the candy cane and offering it to him again.
Harry opened his mouth and let her gradually push the peppermint stick in. The minty flavor was strong, but he could taste the remnants of Gabrielle's juices on it, too. He savored the taste, but with each passing second, the melting peppermint further overpowered the taste of his sister-in-law's insides.
"I think you've had enough," Gabrielle said as she pulled the candy cane out of my mouth and began positioning it near the gingerbread house.
"Don't worry, honey," Fleur said. "I'll let you taste me now." Fleur grabbed a candy cane of her own and slipped it inside herself.
Harry longed to bury his head between his wife's legs. He so badly wanted to lick her until the candy cane dissolved in his mouth, bit by bit. But that would have to wait.
Fleur moved the peppermint stick around her interior a few times and then offered it to him. Harry closed my eyes and opened his mouth. Fleur pushed it in.
As before, the peppermint was stronger than the taste of Fleur's vagina. But Fleur's taste was also much more familiar and recognizable. He tried to block out the peppermint and savor the receding flavors of his wife's juices before they disappeared.
Fleur pulled the candy cane out of his mouth and added it to the gingerbread display. Harry's erect dick ached terribly all the while.
"I'm sorry," he said. "But that was fucking hot."
The girls laughed and smiled at each other. They were obviously enjoying this. Harry realized was, too.
Trying to take his mind off the sexual tension, he turned his attention back to the gingerbread house. The three of them continued to add to the vibrant landscape. He added some shrubbery with green candies while Gabrielle and Fleur enhanced their candy cane walkway — this time without any bodily additives.
"I know what this needs," Fleur said as the decorating neared completion.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Powdered sugar," Fleur replied. "It'll look like snow."
Fleur hurried off to the kitchen, her bum jiggling a bit with each step. Harry's eyes feasted upon his wife's naked body. He had seen her naked countless times before, but she looked sexier than ever right then.
She promptly returned with the powdered sugar and opened up the bag. Both Fleur and Gabrielle took a handful of the white substance and attempted to create a light coating on top of the gingerbread structure. They succeeded, but they somehow got an equal amount of sugar on themselves.
"I guess we're done then," Fleur said as she tried to brush some of the excess sugar off her left breast.
"I guess we are," Gabrielle agreed.
"Anyone else hungry?" Fleur asked.
Gabrielle and Harry both nodded in affirmation. After a brief discussion, they decided to order a pizza for delivery from a local restaurant. They made sure to order plenty of sides to go with it. Harry called in the order while the girls cleaned up the table and moved the gingerbread house to the kitchen counter.
"They said it'll be about half an hour before it gets here," he said coming around the corner.
They spent the time tidying up the apartment, pouring glasses of wine, and picking out another Christmas movie for the evening.
Since Harry was the only one wearing a stitch of clothing, he agreed to meet the pizza delivery man in the lobby of the apartment building. He tipped him a little extra, offered a few holiday pleasantries, and quickly returned to the two naked women in his apartment.
Harry brought the food inside, put it on the coffee table, and went to the master bedroom to get changed into something more comfortable for the rest of the evening. The two girls followed him into the bedroom.
"What're you doing?" he asked. "The deal was you two would be naked, not that you'd watch me change my pants."
"We talked while you were downstairs," Fleur said.
"And we have a proposal," Gabrielle added.
"What's that?" Harry asked cautiously.
"We thought it'd be more fun if you were naked, too," Fleur said.
"But we know we were tormenting you earlier," Gabrielle interjected. "And we know it might be difficult for you to last three days like this, especially if all of us are naked."
"That's why we're giving you something in return," Fleur continued.
"Oh yeah?" Harry asked, not knowing where this was going.
"Yup," Gabrielle said. "In return for you being naked, we'll let you get yourself off tonight — but just once."
"Gabrielle and I will get ourselves off at the same time," Fleur explained. "Before we have dinner, the three of us will masturbate together on the couch. That way we can all release a little tension and get ready for the long haul until Christmas."
"There'll still be no touching anyone else," Gabrielle said. "But we'll all be able to see each other come. I think it'll be fun. You in?"
"Definitely," Harry said, excitedly.
"Great," Gabrielle replied. "Let's see that cock of yours then." She smiled.
"Okay," he said. "Here goes nothing."
Harry pulled his shirt over his head in an unsophisticated attempt to be seductive, which caused the girls to laugh. His pants followed, experiencing their own slow journey towards his ankles. He stood before his wife and her sister in just a pair of black boxer briefs. His semi-erection did him the favor of pushing against the dark cotton fabric, visually enhancing the appearance of my package.
"Let's see it, baby," Fleur said. "I miss your dick."
Harry grabbed his boxer briefs by the waistband and tugged them down past my thighs. His dick was greeted with approving oohs and ahhs from the girls.
Fleur and Gabrielle, standing together, focusing only on his naked body was exhilarating. He looked up at my sister-in-law, whose sight line was directed towards his hardening dick, catching her as she licked her lips before she raised her eyes towards Harry, starring into his own eyes.
"It's bigger than I thought …" Gabrielle said.
"It's as gorgeous as I remember," Fleur said. "Ready for a release?"
Harry nodded.
"Then let's go," Fleur said. The three of them went back to the living room and sat down on the couch — Fleur on his left, Gabrielle on his right, and Harry right in the middle of the sofa.
"Ready when you are," he said.
"Way ahead of you," Gabrielle replied as she lowered her right hand to the junction of her thighs.
Gabrielle started making small circular motions around her clit, letting out an occasional moan. Fleur followed suit.
Harry grabbed hold of his erect cock and began stroking. Precum had already begun to trickle out of the tip, and his stroking served only to coat the dark pink tip with the semi-sticky fluid. He continued to stroke himself as Fleur and Gabrielle carried on with their own activities.
Fleur approached her climax first.
"Shit, I'm gonna come," she said after a few minutes. "Watch out, Harry. I think it'll be a big one."
She was right. A few seconds later, she started forcefully bucking her hips. Her thighs were spread wide apart, and her leg was pushing into his left side. Fleur continued the motions on her clit, picking up the pace every few seconds.
"Ahhhh," she groaned. "This feels so good. I want you in me, Harry. I want to feel your dick inside me."
"Sorry, sis," Gabrielle said before he had a chance to respond. "That's against the rules. You'll have to wait, just like the rest of us."
"I know," Fleur replied as she rode the final wave of her orgasm. She struggled to finish her thought amid her heavy breathing.
Harry looked on in awe as she squeezed her left nipple while her right hand finished its work between her legs. Even though Fleur and Harry had an active sex life, they had never watched each other masturbate before. He felt close to her, even with Gabrielle there. And there was no denying that watching his wife come was incredibly hot.
"My turn, Harry," Gabrielle said. "Fuck … Eyes over here."
He continued stroking himself but directed his gaze towards Gabrielle's crotch. Beads of sweat had begun to collect on Gabrielle's forehead. She wiped them away with her free hand while continuing the rhythmic motions with the other.
Gabrielle slipped a finger inside herself, then another. Her fingers now occupied the place where the candy cane was earlier. Harry tried to recall the taste of her insides as he watched her finger herself.
"Fuck," Gabrielle said. "This feels so good." She closed her eyes, letting herself get absorbed into the moment.
Harry listened intently to the squish of her fingers against her wet interior. The lower half of her blond landing strip glistened with her juices. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to dive in and offer his tongue in assistance.
"I'm coming," Gabrielle announced quickly. "Oh God, I'm fucking coming. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ahhhhhhh." She followed one long moan with another.
Just like the night before, he felt a hand grip his thigh, this time a little higher. Unlike the night before, Harry could at least see who it was this time. Gabrielle squeezed his leg tight with her left hand as her right hand continued to plunge into her vagina. She cried out once more in ecstasy before coming down from her pleasure plateau.
"That was fucking intense," she said, opening her eyes and releasing her grip on my leg. "I needed that."
"Your turn, baby," Fleur said.
"Yeah," Gabrielle said. "Let yourself come … thinking of us … seeing us right here … naked."
It didn't take long. Harry stroked harder and faster, and he felt the warmth building in my balls.
"Shit," he said. "I forgot to grab some tissues. Can one of you get some for me?"
"Nope," Fleur answered. "It's okay. I'll clean you up after."
"Yeah," Gabrielle said. "I want to see you come all over yourself."
Harry did as he was told, not that he really had a choice. After a few forceful strokes, the orgasmic dam burst. He shot pump after pump of thick, white cum all over his chest. He grunted as his balls emptied their contents onto his sternum. Gabrielle looked on in amazement as he collapsed into the couch cushions.
"I'll grab some tissues for you, Harry," Fleur said.
"Thanks, honey," Harry replied. He sat as still as he could, his dick still throbbing from the day's events, in hopes that the sticky fluid wouldn't run off of his body.
Fleur returned quickly and wiped the cum off of him. She dropped the soiled tissues in a trashcan by the couch.
"That was an insane amount of cum," Gabrielle said. "Just wait until you two want to have kids, sis. If it's anything like what I just saw, he'll have you so full that you'll be pregnant in no time."
The three of them chuckled together, knowing full well that that's not exactly how it worked but not caring to get into the scientific details of procreation.
"Pizza, anyone?" Fleur asked.
"Please," Gabrielle replied as Fleur put slices onto the plates.
"I need a minute," Harry responded.
"Take your time," Fleur said.
"You earned it," Gabrielle added in agreement, she smirked as her eyes travelled down to his cock.
Fleur pressed play on the rom-com of the night. Harry sat there, partially consumed by the couch cushions, soaking up views of the two naked women sitting next to him while he gradually regained his stamina.
This had to be the strangest holiday season Harry could remember, but it was already the most enjoyable by far. He could only imagine what the next few days would bring. It was going to be a Christmas for the ages … he just hoped he could last until then.
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