Disclaimer – It has come to my attention recently that I unfortunately do not own Harry Potter. Who knew.

Author Note – I enjoy writing short stories for my own enjoyment but at a suggestion from a friend, I have decided to start posting some of my stories that I am working on or have completed. All feedback is welcome (hopefully constructive!) Looking forward to what you think!

Anyone who is looking to provide support and get access to early chapters for my stories or see my original content, please visit Pa T-rEoN / FavoriteAuthor

On that note, a big thanks to my newest patrons – Shep, Alex, and Paul G! I do not know if I would be as motivated without the support.

"Time for bed, Harry," Fleur said as she shook him awake on the couch.

"What time is it?" he asked groggily.

Harry vaguely remembered having a couple slices of pizza and watching a few minutes of that uninspired movie, but he didn't recall much after that.

"It's a little after midnight," Fleur replied. "Gabrielle and I are going to bed."

"Okay," Harry said, slowly rising to his feet. "I must've fallen asleep."

"You did," Gabrielle affirmed. "I guess that massive orgasm really did you in." She chuckled at her own comment.

Harry cleared the plates off the tea table and organized a few things before turning off the lights in the living room.

"Night, Gabrielle," he called over his shoulder as he and Fleur headed into their bedroom.

"A little early to say that, don't you think?" Gabrielle answered, much more loudly than he expected. Harry looked over his shoulder and quickly discovered that she had followed Fleur and him into our bedroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. "Your bedroom is the other way."

"I've got to keep an eye on you two," she said with a chuckle. "I need to make sure you don't try any funny business with Fleur before bed. No sex until Christmas."

"I know," Harry said morosely, as he walked to the bathroom and began brushing his teeth.

"Besides," Gabrielle continued. "I wouldn't mind a goodnight kiss."

"Not this again," Fleur chimed in. "I thought you got this out of your system."

"Seeing as neither of you actually kissed me the other night, no I did not," Gabrielle said back. "And if the three of us are going to do a lot more than kiss in a couple of days, don't you think a simple little goodnight kiss is a good way to ease into it?"

"Alright, alright," Fleur conceded. "Go ahead and give her what she wants, Harry."

"Me?" he asked, almost rhetorically, as he finished brushing his teeth.

"Well, I don't think she wants to kiss her sister," Fleur replied.

"Actually, I'll take both," Gabrielle interjected with a smile.

Gabrielle shuffled over to where Fleur stood. Closing her eyes, Gabrielle leaned in to kiss his wife. Their lips met for a brief moment as their naked bodies came into contact, with their nipples rubbing up against each other and Gabrielle's left hand on Fleur's waist. As Fleur pulled back, Gabrielle lingered with her eyes closed for a moment longer before receding from their embrace. Gabrielle's small pink nipples had hardened from the encounter.

"Happy now?" Fleur asked.

"Not quite," Gabrielle answered. "Your turn, Harry."

Moving more quickly than she did with Fleur, Gabrielle swiftly pressed her body against his. Standing on her tiptoes to match his height, Gabrielle offered her lips to him. They kissed.

Harry, still a little unsure, let Gabrielle lead the way. She gently opened her mouth and brushed her tongue across his lower lip. He subtly offered his tongue in return, meeting hers. Harry could feel Gabrielle's breasts pushing into his chest. He felt the warmth of her body up against his own.

It had been years since he kissed someone other than Fleur. It felt wrong, but he couldn't stop himself from enjoying it. His dick began to harden and pushed against Gabrielle's thigh as it grew.

Hesitant to let this turn into a full makeout session, Harry slowly started to pull away. He had let himself get sucked into the moment and at that point couldn't even be sure how long the kiss had lasted. He feared Fleur might be angry. Harry knew that this whole arrangement was partly her idea, but he didn't know how she'd react to it unfolding before her eyes.

Breaking apart from Gabrielle, he turned his head towards his wife and quickly got his answer.

"Come here, Harry," she said, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him close.

Not to be outdone by her sister, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately. he felt her hands slide down his back and onto his butt as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Whether it was jealousy, desire, or a mix of both, Fleur wanted him in that moment. he hadn't seen her like this in some time.

Fleur's back was to the sink in the master bathroom. he pushed himself toward her, moving her backward until she was up against the sink. Instinctively, she put her hands on the countertop and raised herself up until she sat firmly on the granite surface. he could feel her spread her legs apart.

Erect and aroused, he closed the small gap between us. The tip of his penis found its way to the opening between Fleur's sex lips. Without penetrating, he could feel the wetness of her opening. His skin burned with desire.

"Not so fast," Gabrielle said, interrupting the moment. She slid her right hand between his penis and Fleur's vulva, blocking the way to Fleur's insides. With her left hand, Gabrielle firmly grasped his throbbing sex organ and directed it away from his wife.

he just looked at Fleur and hoped that she might overrule Gabrielle, but it was to no avail.

"Gabrielle's right," Fleur said. "We have to wait."

"Can't we make an exception?" he pleaded.

"Nope," Gabrielle said. "It's just two more days ... tomorrow and Christmas Eve. Imagine how much better it'll be on Christmas Day after forcing yourself to wait."

he nodded in agreement. She was right.

"I think I should sleep in your bed with you two tonight," Gabrielle added. "Someone's got to keep you honest."

"I don't think that's ..." he began to say until Fleur interrupted.

"Good idea," Fleur interjected. "I got a little carried away there."

"Then it's settled," Gabrielle announced. "Harry, would you go grab my toothbrush from the other bathroom?"

"Sure," he said. She really must not have wanted to leave him and Fleur alone.

"Here you go," he said, offering Gabrielle her toothbrush upon returning.

"Thanks," she replied. She quickly brushed her teeth and then turned off the bathroom light.

The three of us made our way to the bed and slipped under the covers. Similar to our places on the couch, he ended up in the middle with Fleur to his left and Gabrielle to his right. With limited space for three bodies, we were pressed up against each other.

Fleur turned toward him, resting her head on his chest. For her part, Gabrielle turned and swung her leg over mine. She moved further toward him, leaving his leg to settle between her thighs. The coarse hair of her landing strip tickled his thigh at first, but that sensation gave way to the warm wetness radiating from Gabrielle's crotch. he guess Fleur wasn't the only one who got turned on by the bathroom rendezvous.

"Night, guys," Gabrielle whispered into the darkness.

Fleur and he echoed the statement.

he stayed perfectly still and closed his eyes. It was only two more days, he thought to himself. he could do this.

Once his pulse lessened and the rampant blood flow to his crotch abated, he felt his exhaustion take over and soon fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, Gabrielle was no longer in our bed. It was early ... about seven o'clock in the morning ... and Fleur was still sound asleep. Harry tried to go back to sleep, without much success. After twenty minutes of tossing and turning, he decided he would get up, make some tea, and start the day.

Careful not to disturb Fleur, he eased himself out of bed and walked into the living room where he found Gabrielle in the midst of some self-contorting stretches.

"Morning," he said sleepily.

"Morning," Gabrielle replied. "Don't mind me. I'm just doing some early morning yoga. I've never done this naked before, but I'm really loving it."

Harry looked over at his sister-in-law. Her legs were spread apart, which offered him an unobstructed view of her crotch along with the rest of her unclothed body, yet Gabrielle seemed totally unconcerned. She had grown accustomed to the nudity rather quickly.

The early morning sun illuminated Gabrielle's body in warm yellow hues. His eyes soaked up the views of her slim torso, slender legs, and small breasts. Harry remembered meeting her for the first time shortly after Fleur and he started dating. He never expected to see her naked, especially not like this.

Trying not to ogle his sister-in-law too obviously, he focused his attention on brewing a pot of tea. After a few preparatory steps, the smell of freshly brewed tea filled the apartment.

"Want a cup of tea?" he asked. "Or will you be doing that for a while?"

"I'd love some tea," Gabrielle answered. "I'm almost done."

Gabrielle completed a few final stretches. She turned her back toward him and entered a downward-facing dog pose, leaving her bum up in the air. Harry looked on intently ... probably more intently than he should have ... at her toned bottom, and her vulva was visible in between her legs. He could only imagine what it would be like to feel it, to taste it, to savor it. But that would have to wait until Christmas.

The tea finished brewing as Gabrielle finished her yoga.

"Cream and sugar?" he asked as he poured two cups of the steaming liquid.

"Please," Gabrielle replied. "Thanks, Harry."

"You bet," he said.

The two of them sat on the couch and got to talking. They talked about their jobs, about Christmas, about family. The conversation was easy and free-flowing, … even though they both were totally naked.

"You never told me what happened with you and Henri," Harry said after a short pause in the conversation.

"Get comfortable," Gabrielle said. "It's a long story. But I'll tell you if you want to hear it."

"Only if you want to tell me," he answered. "It's okay if you'd rather not talk about it."

"No, it's fine," she said. "So, you know how Henri and I were together for a long time?"

Harry nodded.

"Would you believe he and I never slept together?" Gabrielle continued.

"What?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yup," Gabrielle said back. "No matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't have sex with me. At first I thought it was cute. He would say 'let's not rush into things' and 'I want to wait so it'll be special.' But even after I told him I wanted it ... that I wanted him ... he wouldn't do it. One year to the day that we started dating, I told him I wanted to have sex that night. I told him that we were way past rushing into things at that point, that it was the perfect occasion for it to be special. But he didn't care. After that, I sort of stopped asking."

"Did you ever do anything sexual?" he asked. "Other than sex, I mean."

"Nope," Gabrielle answered. "Early on, I'd offer to give him a blowjob, but he always said no. I'd walk into his bedroom naked after a shower when I'd stay at his place. I'd lay on his bed and run my hands along my body, spreading my legs little by little. I'd ask him if he wanted a taste. He'd just shake his head. He didn't care enough to tell me no."

"Do you think there was something else going on?" he asked.

"I know there was," Gabrielle replied. She paused to take a long sip of her tea. "Henri was cheating on me."

"How do you know?" he asked.

"You promise you won't judge me?"

"I promise."

"I looked through his phone. I know I shouldn't have. I know trust is important in a relationship. But one day when I was at his place and he was taking a shower, I looked through his messages and found out he was having an affair with a girl named Anna. She lived in his building. I had seen her around a couple of times but didn't really know her. I won't go into detail, but let's just say their messages made it clear they were fucking. I mean half of them were nudes! I felt so stupid."

"It's not your fault, Gabrielle," he said. "He was obviously a shitty boyfriend."

"I know," Gabrielle replied. "But I feel like such an idiot. I mean he wouldn't even touch me sexually. But then he was boning the girl upstairs when I wasn't around? Who fucking does that?"

Gabrielle looked down toward the floor. It seemed like she was holding back tears.

"You know what the most pathetic part of all was?" Gabrielle continued. "I tried to make myself look more like her ... the girl he was cheating on me with, I mean. She had a landing strip in most of the nudes she sent him. He would tell her how sexy she was and how much he liked it. And I ... I can't believe I'm admitting this ... I grew one in because I thought it might make him like me more. How fucking pathetic is that?"

"It's not pathetic," Harry said. "You were trying to make your relationship better. You were trying to make your boyfriend happy."

"Am I that disgusting?" Gabrielle asked, setting her mug on the tea table. "I mean, are my tits too big? Do I not have enough of an ass?"

"No, not at all," Harry said.

"Is my pussy really that repulsive?" she asked, disregarding his previous comment. "Be honest with me. Is it ugly?" Gabrielle reclined on her back and opened her legs. She spread her sex lips with her hands, exposing her pink interior.

"It's beautiful," Harry said. It felt weird to compliment another woman's vagina while his wife was asleep in their bedroom. But the moment called for it, and he felt like that trumped what he might usually say.

"You really mean that?" Gabrielle asked, seeming to hold back tears.

"I do, I really do," Harry answered. "And in a couple of days, I'm going to show you what Henri should've been doing all this time."

"Tell me," Gabrielle said. "Tell me what you're going to do. I want to hear you say it."

"I'm going to lay you on your back," he began. "I'm going to kiss my way down your body, taking each of your nipples into my mouth, one at a time. I'll slide my hand down your torso ever so gently and spread your legs. I'll slip a finger inside of you, then another. I'll play with your clit until you beg me to fuck you. But I won't."

"You won't?" Gabrielle asked disappointedly.

"I won't. Instead, I'll bury my head between your legs and start caressing your clit with my tongue. Maybe I'll work my tongue inside of you to make sure it's plenty wet. And then..."

"And then?"

"And then I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you the way Henri should have fucked you for the last year. I'll have you pulsing in pleasure and begging me for more. I'll make sure you come. Better yet, I'll make sure you come hard so I can feel you tighten around me. And we'll keep going until you come again. And after that, if you want me to come, you can tell me when and where. How does that sound?"

"It sounds fucking amazing," Gabrielle said. "I just wish we didn't have to wait two days."

"The rules are the rules," Harry replied. "But I'll make sure it was worth the wait."

Gabrielle and Harry both smiled at each other.

"You're pretty incredible, Harry," Gabrielle said. "Fleur is lucky to have you."

"Thanks, Gabrielle," he answered. "And any guy would be lucky to have you."

"Thank you," she said. "And thanks for listening to all that. I know my love life is kind of a mess."

"My pleasure," Harry said. "More tea?"

"Please," Gabrielle answered, handing me her mug. "While you get us a refill, I'll go see if Fleur is awake yet."

Gabrielle disappeared into the master bedroom. Left to his own thoughts for a moment, Harry couldn't help but think about his conversation with Gabrielle. She was obviously upset, and he was glad their little chat made her feel better. But Harry now came to realize that when he was describing what he would do to Gabrielle on Christmas, he didn't even mention Fleur. He was so caught up in the details of how he'd have sex with Gabrielle that he totally ignored that this would be a threesome.

Harry tried to rationalize his explanation. It was easier to just focus on the parts relevant to Gabrielle. And he didn't really know what Fleur would be doing. Maybe Fleur was going to be focused on him. Maybe her involvement with her sister would be limited. After all, it wasn't his place to tell Gabrielle how Fleur would act.

On the surface, the rationalization worked. He contented himself with that superficial explanation and went about refilling our tea mugs. But deep down, I felt a little uneasy. Whether that uneasiness was for not mentioning his wife or for not knowing how this whole threesome thing would work out, I couldn't say.

Then again, this whole experience was really unusual. And Fleur had approved of all of this in advance. Everything that was going to happen would be right in front of ... and with ... Fleur. If she changed her mind, she could put an end to it. That also made him feel a little better.

Gabrielle and Fleur emerged from the master bedroom as Harry finished rationalizing.

"Morning, babe," Harry said to Fleur.

"Morning," she mumbled.

"Tea?" Harry asked.

"Mhmm," Fleur said.

Harry grabbed another tea mug from the cabinet and filled it up with the hot liquid. Knowing how Fleur liked her tea, he added a splash of cream to the mug and handed it to her. he returned to the kitchen, grabbed the other two mugs, and joined the girls on the couch.

"So what have you two been up to this morning?" Fleur asked casually.

"I was doing yoga," Gabrielle answered. "Harry made some tea, and then we were just chatting for a bit. I came to wake you up while Harry refilled our mugs."

Fleur nodded as she sipped her tea.

"What do you want to do today?" Harry asked, jumping on the opportunity to change the subject.

"I don't know," Fleur answered. "Any ideas?"

"I have a couple," Harry said. "If you want to get out of the apartment for a bit, we could go for a walk to look at the Christmas lights in the city. I know we couldn't be totally naked for that, but I'm sure we could figure out a fun way of doing it. We could also stay in and find something to do here."

"Looking at the Christmas lights would be fun," Gabrielle said. "How about we stay around here until it gets dark and then go for a walk tonight?"

"Cool," Fleur said. "I like it."

"I was thinking we could go naked under our coats tonight," Harry added. "That could make things interesting."

"Don't you think it'll be a little cold for that?" Fleur asked, more awake after consuming much of her tea.

"Of course it will," Harry said. "But that's half the fun."

"Fun?" Fleur countered.

"Yeah," he said. "When's the last time you walked around naked under your coat in the middle of winter? Probably never. I've never done it."

"Me neither," Fleur said.

"Same here," Gabrielle agreed.

"Then let's do it," Fleur said. "It'll be dark, so no one will really be able to tell. And if my vagina freezes, it's your loss since you'll be banging an ice cube in a couple of days."

The three of us laughed heartily.

"I'm sure you'll thaw before then," Harry quipped. "If not, it'll make for an interesting Christmas."

They agreed to leave the apartment around four o'clock in the afternoon. That would let them start walking toward the festive residential areas of the city while there was still some sunlight but arrive when it was dark so they could get the full effect of the lights. They picked out their coats and made sure they were all at least knee-length. They wouldn't be enough to eliminate the cold below the waist, but they would probably avoid any indecent exposure charges around the holidays. They agreed that that was the best of both worlds.

They lounged around the apartment for much of the day before then. Fleur and Gabrielle watched a few episodes of a television show while Harry tried to get a few hours of work done. He sat at the kitchen table with his laptop, and the girls sat on the couch.

Harry struggled to stay focused on his work. Sure, part of that was because there were two naked women sitting a few feet away from him. He'd look over every so often and catch a glimpse of Fleur's uncovered breasts or Gabrielle's vulva if her legs were spread. His penis was in a constant state of gymnastics, moving up and down at the sight of Fleur and Gabrielle throughout the afternoon.

But part of the distraction was also his conversation with Gabrielle from earlier in the day. He felt like he had overstepped a boundary of some sort. What married man describes what he's going to do to another woman while his wife is asleep in the next room? It wasn't exactly a model for marital fidelity, but then again, what was he supposed to do? Should he have said "sorry about your ex-boyfriend, but no I won't tell you what'll happen on Christmas Day"? That felt unnatural to say the least.

Harry was so excited for this the day before. He would get to spend a few days with two naked women and then have a threesome with them on Christmas Day. It was like a dream come true. But that day, as things progressed a bit more and reality had set in, he was on edge. Harry needed, or at least wanted, to talk to Fleur.

Gabrielle excused herself to use the bathroom early in the afternoon. Seizing the opportunity, Harry whisked Fleur away to their bedroom for a quick chat.

"I have something to tell you," Harry said in a hushed tone once they reached their bedroom.

"Did you break the rules?" Fleur asked.

"No," Harry said. "It's just that Gabrielle and I were talking this morning and..."

"And?" Fleur interjected.

"And she told me about how things ended with Henri."

"Oh, about how he cheated on her?" Fleur said. "She told me about it as it was happening. Fuck that guy."

"Yeah," Harry said. "And she seemed really upset. She felt unwanted. So, when she asked me to describe what I'd do to her in a couple days, well, I did."

"So?" Fleur asked.

"So, you're not mad?" Harry asked back.

"Why would I be? You're probably going to have sex with my sister in a couple days. You thought I'd be upset because you told her how you'd make her come? Or that you preferred to bang her doggy style instead of missionary?"

Harry looked back at her blankly, blinking once or twice.

"Oh, Harry," Fleur continued. "It's sweet of you to mention it. But this is all just part of the deal. I expected things like this when I said okay to the arrangement."

"I don't know," he said. "It just felt a little unfaithful to tell another woman how I was going to have sex with her."

"Harry," Fleur said softly. "You're in an apartment with two naked women, one of whom isn't your wife. It's okay to be excited about that. It's okay to look at Gabrielle. It's okay to think about what you want to do with her. It's probably good to talk about it openly. It's not like we've done anything like this before. And if your conversation made her feel a little bit better about Henri being a selfish asshole, that's even better."

"You're sure?" Harry asked.

"Mhmm," Fleur replied. "Some men wouldn't have cared that Gabrielle was upset, and most men wouldn't have told their wife about their sexual thoughts about another woman. But I didn't marry most men. I married you. You care so deeply about other people's needs. This Christmas, I want to take care of your needs."

"Thank you," Harry said quietly.

"I mean it," Fleur said. "I want you to just enjoy yourself these next few days. Enjoy your thoughts. Take those long glances at Gabrielle's body. Lose yourself in the moment on Christmas. Think with your dick instead of your brain. You're not cheating on me. You're not neglecting me. You're not trading me for my younger sister. You're just having fun. Remember, this is my gift to you. I want you to enjoy it without worrying at every turn. Okay?"

"Okay," Harry answered. "Thanks, honey."

"You're welcome," Fleur said. "Merry Christmas, Harry."

They both smiled at each other and returned to the living room. For the first time all day, Harry felt at ease.

He went back to work while Fleur assumed her place on the couch. Gabrielle rejoined her a little after that, and they continued watching their television show.

The afternoon slipped away, and four o'clock was quickly approaching. They decided to have a couple of drinks before venturing out in hopes that they would insulate them from the cold December air. Wanting to be festive, Harry mixed eggnog with some of his favorite brandy. He went with a heavy pour of the brandy for maximum warmth and filled three glasses to the top.

They clinked rims and gulped down the beverages while getting ready to go out. The brandy warmed his insides and gave him a light buzz. The girls seemed to enjoy the drinks, too, so they opted for another round before leaving the apartment.

Unlike the girls who could pull off the nude-under-the-coat look with a pair of boots, Harry felt like an idiot wearing tennis shoes and nothing else in the middle of winter. He guessed people would assume he was wearing shorts under his coat, but they'd definitely think he was crazy... but better that than thinking he was some kind of trench coat flasher, he decided.

With bellies full of spiked eggnog and nothing under their winter coats, they set out on their journey. Within ten seconds of stepping outside, Harry knew this was going to be a challenge. A cold wind whipped through the streets and up the bottom of his coat. The winter breeze struck his crotch, causing his balls to shrink upward toward his body. After a day of frequent arousal, his penis shrunk, too.

"Holy shit," Gabrielle said after a minute or two. "It's cold out here."

"We'll get used to it," Fleur said. "At least I hope so."

They walked through a few local streets and headed toward a couple of neighborhoods that typically went all out with holiday decorations. With each step we took, the sun slipped further out of view, leaving only reddish orange hues in the sky. Even those faded away in time.

His crotch had become somewhat more accustomed to the cold. Maybe the wind had a numbing effect, or maybe Harry had just gotten past the shock factor. Whatever it was, he was glad that his balls no longer ached from the winter air.

"Let's turn down this side street," Harry said, directing Gabrielle and Fleur to the right. "I think this is a good place to start."

They walked side-by-side-by-side through the street, taking in the multicolored displays on each side. They marveled at the elaborately detailed decorations, with some houses having thousands of lights on their roofs.

"Hey look," Gabrielle said, pointing toward a display a couple of houses down the street. "That'll be us in a couple of days."

Fleur and Harry shifted their gaze to a house that had several inflatable reindeer on the lawn. Whether it was on purpose or by accident they couldn't be sure, but three of the reindeer were positioned one behind the other, and it looked like each was humping the next. Harry guessed they were having their very own little reindeer threesome for the world to see.

"Eww," Fleur said, feigning disgust.

"Do you think we can get in that position?" Harry asked, looking around to make sure nobody was in earshot. "Only one of us has a penis. I'm not sure two of us could be on the receiving end at the same time like those reindeer."

"Nothing a dildo can't fix, right sis?" Gabrielle joked. "I'm sure we can find a creative solution."

"Oh God," Fleur said. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"The strangest but most exciting Christmas we've had in years," Gabrielle replied. "Would you rather watch mom burn another Christmas dinner while dad sleeps through the afternoon? Let's face it. Our family Christmases have been pretty uneventful."

"You're right," Fleur said. "But I'd rather not think about mom and dad while I'm running around naked in the middle of a residential neighborhood."

"Oh come on," Gabrielle said. "They have sex, too! Maybe they're super kinky and would love to be out here like us.

"Gabrielle!" Fleur exclaimed. "What did I say? No more about mom and dad!"

"Alright, alright," Gabrielle answered with a chuckle. "I was just having a little fun."

They kept walking. One of them would make a joke or point out something fun every so often, which helped to keep their minds off the cold.

They worked their way through a couple of adjacent streets, the last of which was the most decorated of the evening. The houses were beautifully adorned with a staggering sense of consistency. All of them had thousands of white lights with no crazy colors or horny reindeer. The neighborhood exemplified sophistication and refinement.

As they walked down that final street, Fleur took Harry's hand in hers. Her touch made him happy, and she really did seem to be taking everything in stride. He couldn't ask for a better wife.

After a few paces down the roadway, Gabrielle took notice of their hand holding and positioned herself at his side. She slipped her hand next to his, careful not to force her way in, and let it hover there. Determined not to overthink things, Harry held Gabrielle's hand, too.

The three of them walked like that until they reached the cul-de-sac at the end of the street. Everything felt calm and peaceful. Even amid the erotically charged scenario they put themselves in, it was nice to slow down and appreciate the little things that made the holidays so enjoyable. They made a wide turn at the cul-de-sac and worked their way back up the street.

"Guys," Gabrielle said when we were about halfway up the street. "I have to pee."

"Didn't you go before we left?" Fleur asked.

"No," Gabrielle answered. "I forgot."

"Can you hold it until we get home?" Harry asked. "If we walk quickly, we can be there in about half an hour."

"Uh, I can try," Gabrielle answered.

They walked about five more minutes and made their way out of the white-lights-only neighborhood. They were moving swiftly but were still nowhere close to the flat.

"I was wrong," Gabrielle said. "I can't hold it."

"Are you sure?" Fleur asked. "We'll be home soon."

"Yes, I'm sure," Gabrielle said. "Let's just stop over here for a minute so I can pee. It'll be quick."

"You want to pee on someone's lawn?" Fleur asked in disbelief. "What are you, a puppy?"

"Do you have any better ideas?" Gabrielle pushed back, sounding impatient.

"Why don't we just stop on the side of the road over here by this stop sign?" Harry said in an effort to avoid an argument. "It doesn't look like this is part of anyone's property, and I don't see any people around."

"Good idea," Gabrielle said. "Can you two stand in front of me? I'm going to unzip my coat and wouldn't mind a little cover."

"No problem," Harry said.

Fleur and Harry positioned themselves in front of Gabrielle to block her from view. She unzipped her coat, giving him an unobstructed look at her naked body. Gabrielle's nipples were rock-hard, presumably from the cold. The moonlight illuminated her pale flesh. Harry could feel his penis begin to stiffen underneath his coat, and the warmth of desire radiated through his body.

"Watch out," Gabrielle said.

A stream of pale yellow liquid gushed from Gabrielle's crotch onto the pavement. Fleur and Harry danced out of the way to avoid getting their shoes wet. Gabrielle maintained eye contact with him the whole time. She smiled as she shook herself dry and stood up.

"I was hoping you'd watch me pee one of these times," Gabrielle said. "Hope you enjoyed the show."

Out loud, Harry chuckled. In his head, he admitted to himself that she was right. Harry did enjoy the show. He was pretty sure it was not a new found fetish, but rather it was the thrill of Gabrielle's private act in a public place, but he could not deny that he was now extremely aroused. His balls stayed close to his body, but his fully erect penis pushed against the fabric of his coat.

"I guess you really liked it after all," Gabrielle continued, gesturing toward the lump in his coat as she zipped her own jacket. "Why don't you show us your cock? It can be quick."

"No way," Harry said. "I'm already freezing my nuts off. If I stick my dick out there, it'll turn into an icicle."

"Don't you want the thrill of showing yourself off in public?" Gabrielle countered. "I can't even describe the feeling I got when I unzipped my coat. It was such a rush."

"Maybe that was the wind hitting you in the vagina," Fleur chimed in with a laugh.

"It was that, too. But there was more to it than that," Gabrielle replied. "It's up to you, Harry."

"Fine," Harry said. "I'll do it. Can you give me a little cover?"

Fleur and Gabrielle nodded then moved into position. He unzipped his coat and let his penis poke through. The girls looked only at him. He felt like the center of attention in that moment. He felt exposed to the world but also felt free. He enjoyed being watched, and he enjoyed putting himself on display. Gabrielle was right. This was a rush.

"Your husband has quite the package," Gabrielle said. "Even in the cold, … he is quite impressive."

"Just wait until you experience it firsthand," Fleur added. "If you think it's nice to look at, you'll love how it feels. When he's inside me, I feel so full. It's incredible."

Harry was taken aback by Fleur's admission. He knew, or at least suspected, that she enjoyed their intimacy. But she had never described his dick like that before. Apparently he wasn't the only one telling Gabrielle what she had to look forward to.

The exhilaration of the moment quickly gave way to the chill of the winter wind.

"Okay girls," Harry said. "That's enough of that." he zipped his coat up once more and hid his dick from the cold.

"Your turn, Fleur," Gabrielle said.

"…What?" Fleur asked.

"Yeah," Harry said in agreement. "Fair is fair."

"I hate you both," Fleur said playfully.

They switched positions so that he and Gabrielle could shield Fleur from view. Fleur quickly undid her coat so that they could see her naked body. Her nipples were as hard as Gabrielle's, and she kept her legs pressed together to protect her vulva from the elements.

"Damn," Gabrielle said. "Looks like your nipples are a little chilly too."

To everyone's surprise, Gabrielle reached out and took Fleur's nipples in her fingers. Gabrielle gave each a quick squeeze before pulling her hands back.

"Make that very chilly," Gabrielle added, correcting her previous statement.

"No shit," Fleur said. "I could've told you they were cold without you trying to rip them off my boobs."

"Oh please," Gabrielle said. "It was just a little tweak. I'm sure Harry has done a lot more to them than that."

His face reddened at the suggestion despite the frankness of their discussion over the last couple of days. Harry still felt like his sexual history with Fleur was something private and intimate.

"Wait a minute," Harry said. "Wasn't that against the rules?"

"Nope," Fleur said as she zipped her coat.

"And why is that?" he pushed back.

"The rules say you can't touch us sexually," Gabrielle added. "Nothing in the rules prevents Fleur and me from touching each other if we want to."

"Well, that sucks for me," Harry said.

They all laughed.

"I guess so," Fleur said. "Tough break, amore. Now let's get home before my nipples break off."

They walked home as quickly as they could. The effect of the brandy was wearing off, and they all wanted to get warm. They took a shortcut this time, cutting out a couple of side streets that they had walked down.

About fifteen minutes later, they made it to the flat and welcomed the warm air after multiple hours outside.

"So, did you freeze your vagina off?" Harry asked his wife once we were safely in the apartment.

"Not quite, but I think it was pretty close," Fleur said. "I can't really feel much down there ... or anywhere for that matter."

"Me neither," Gabrielle said. Gabrielle put her hand between her legs and ran a finger along her vulva. "Oh yeah, not much feeling at all. Nothing a warm shower can't fix."

"Good idea," Fleur said.

"Want to shower together?" Gabrielle asked. "That way we can make sure icicle cock over there doesn't sneak in an wank while we're not looking."

Fleur and Harry agreed to the proposal. They left their coats by the door and proceeded to the master bathroom for a long, hot shower.

"Holy shit," Gabrielle said after a few seconds under the hot water. "I feel like my pussy is on fire."

"Are you okay?" Fleur asked as she began soaping herself.

"Yeah," Gabrielle replied. "It's just the hot water thawing my frozen crotch. Definitely a new sensation for me."

Harry experienced a similar feeling below the waist but kept it to himself. It faded after a minute or so once his body had adjusted to the water temperature.

Their shower was a decent size, but with three bodies in it at once, there wasn't much room to maneuver. Each time Fleur bent over, her bum pushed into his crotch. The first two times made sense… But after that, she ran out of legs to soap, and he could only assume she was trying to get him excited… It was working.

"Do you mind?" Harry said playfully. "If you keep doing that, my cock is going to end up inside you one of these times."

"No it will not," Gabrielle said with some force. "That would be against the rules. You keep that boner to yourself."

With one finger, Gabrielle redirected his erect penis away from Fleur's butt and toward the shower curtain.

"Switch places with me, Harry," Gabrielle continued. "If Fleur wants to hump someone, she can hump me."

They clumsily rearranged themselves in the cramped shower. Harry felt Gabrielle's large tits and firm stomach brush up against him as she moved toward Fleur. Her touch left a tingling sensation on his skin.

Harry watched as Fleur and Gabrielle took turns soaping each other's bodies. He hadn't seen Fleur touch Gabrielle very much during the first days of Gabrielle's visit. Maybe Fleur was trying to get comfortable with it before Christmas. Maybe she was trying to show him that she was already comfortable with it. Or maybe she just didn't care at all since Gabrielle was her sister and they'd probably been around each other naked plenty of times before. Whatever the explanation, one thing was certain ... this was making him seriously aroused.

Gabrielle ran her sudsy hands along Fleur's shoulder's and briefly massaged her neck. Fleur moaned and closed her eyes as Gabrielle dug her hands in deeper. Gabrielle's hands made their way down his wife's body. She caressed Fleur's breasts with small circular motions around Fleur's areolas. His sister-in-law's hands descended further, moving past Fleur's belly and down toward her crotch. Fleur let out a gasp as Gabrielle slid her hand between Fleur's legs. Gabrielle moved her hand back and forth along Fleur's vulva a few times, eliciting a breathy moan from his wife. Choosing not to slip her soapy fingers any further inward, Gabrielle finished her tour of Fleur's body with a quick squeeze of Fleur's ass.

"That felt amazing," Fleur said. "Now it's your turn."

Fleur covered her hands with a generous amount of soap and went through roughly the same motions as Gabrielle did a few moments earlier. Fleur ran her hands along Gabrielle's shoulders and down to her large breasts. Fleur took Gabrielle's nipples in between her fingers and gave each a gentle squeeze before moving her hands to Gabrielle's crotch. Fleur moved deliberately with small, circular motions around Gabrielle's vulva. Gabrielle's eyes were closed, but Fleur looked at him all the while. Harry could sense an excitement in her eyes that he hadn't seen before now. He guessed Fleur was ready to make the most of this experience, too.

As for him, Harry just stood there under the steamy waterfall and watched. He couldn't touch himself. He couldn't join in the soapy massages. All he could do was observe, like a patron in the front row of a theater who longs to be part of the action on stage but must keep his distance.

To his surprise and Gabrielle's, Fleur gave her sister a firm smack on the ass.

"Hey!" Gabrielle exclaimed as her eyes opened wide. "What was that for?"

"I couldn't help myself," Fleur said with a little laugh. "I thought it might be a fun plot twist for our spectator. He thought he'd get a sensual ending to our little show. I wanted to remind him to expect the unexpected."

"I say we give him what he was expecting, too," Gabrielle replied, gracefully moving toward Fleur and eliminating what little space had remained between them.

Gabrielle put her hands on Fleur's face and gave her a long, slow kiss on the lips. Fleur seemed to welcome Gabrielle's advance. Harry watched in amazement as Fleur opened her mouth to Gabrielle and their tongues tangoed. His cock throbbed, and his balls felt like they were going to explode.

"Can you two take it easy for a minute?" Harry pleaded. "I'm not sure how much more of this my dick can take."

"Aww," Gabrielle said mockingly as she pulled away from Fleur. "Are you going to bust a nut from watching two girls kiss?"

"If you keep that up, I just might," he said back in complete seriousness.

"Okay, okay," Gabrielle said. "Maybe some cold water will help."

With a deft movement, Gabrielle reached for the shower handle behind him and drastically lowered the temperature. Harry yelped at the sudden burst of cold water which caused his nipples to harden and his balls to recede, once again, into his body.

Harry tried to move out from under the water but had no place to go. Accepting the fact that he'd be stuck under the freezing water, Harry decided to wash up as quickly as possible so he could turn off the shower. Within a couple of minutes, he had soaped, shampooed, and rinsed. He turned off the water the instant he had finished washing.

The frigid downpour was not his favorite, but it worked. His erection had subsided, as had the dull ache in his balls. Harry hoped for an uneventful rest of the evening so that his crotch could get a break from all the excitement.

…And luckily, that's exactly what happened. After the three of them toweled off, they had a quick dinner of leftovers and settled in for another movie.

They were all exhausted. Gabrielle and Harry had gotten up early, and Fleur had woken up not long after that. The long walk and fresh air only added to their tiredness. So, after the movie was over around half past nine, they decided to turn in early and go to bed.

Similar to the night before, they quickly brushed their teeth and shared a goodnight kiss. The kiss was much more tender than the one from the previous evening. It was a short, simple display of affection reminding them that they all cared about each other, even amid the erotic events of the last couple of days. They made their way to the bed with smiles on their faces.

They climbed onto the mattress and assumed the same places as the preceding evening. Fleur and Gabrielle each rested their heads on his chest and promptly fell asleep. Giving in to his fatigue, Harry closed his eyes and quickly joined them in slumber.

Just like that, the twenty-third day of December had come and gone. Only one more day stood between him and their Christmas threesome.

Kind Regards,

FavoriteAuthor

Thanks to those of you out to those of you who enjoy my stories, I promise to keep updating the stories as long as you enjoy them, and a special thanks to those of you who have taken the time to leave feedback or reach out to me directly.