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"Fleur, babe!" Daphne exclaimed when she saw his wife. "How are you? So glad you could make it!"

Daphne had a slim face with defined cheek bones and shoulder-length blonde hair. Her blue eyes exhibited their usual intense energy, and she sported a gigantic smile that showed off shining white teeth. Harry paused seeing that Daphne wasn't wearing a coat. Instead, she had on a festive red and green Christmas sweater with a reindeer on the front. The sweater, which looked about one size too small, accentuated Daphne's large breasts. A pair of light wash jeans and brown boots completed her ensemble.

"Thanks for inviting us," Fleur said back with a wave.

"Hey, Harry," Daphne continued in her usual tone. "Always wonderful to see you."

"Same here," he replied.

"And who is this?" Daphne said, gesturing toward Gabrielle.

"I'm Gabrielle," Gabrielle said. "I'm Fleur's sister."

"I should have guessed! So nice to meet you!" Daphne said back cheerfully.

Daphne then proceeded to introduce several of her friends, none of whom he had ever met before. They seemed like a typical bunch of young professionals … nice enough but fairly unremarkable. Daphne was clearly the group's leader, and the rest of them seemed happy to follow. Harry forgot all of their names within about a minute of meeting them. Maybe it was the eggnog, or maybe he just wasn't paying close attention.

Their group of ten people headed out into the cold. Like the day before, the cold winter air swirled around in the streets and found its way up his coat. His balls shrunk upward into his body almost instantaneously. Gabrielle, Fleur, and Harry shared a knowing look. He imagined they were experiencing similar sensations, even if they couldn't admit it aloud.

For most of the time they walked toward their destination, Daphne rambled on and on about some upcoming tropical vacation she had booked for the new year. Fleur had the pleasure of walking right next to her and had to offer the customary "mhmm" or "yeah" every now and again. Harry was more focused on staying as warm as he could. Catching a glimpse or two of Gabrielle's toned legs in front of him helped him keep his mind off the cold, at least. Images of what might transpire the following day … not just with Gabrielle's legs but with every other part of her, too … danced around in his head on their walk. It kept him distracted … to say the least.

"Why don't we start in this neighborhood?" Daphne said, jolting him back into reality.

He looked around as they walked down a side street and quickly recognized it. It was one of the same neighborhoods they had walked through to see the Christmas lights the night before. Fleur and Gabrielle must have realized the same. The three of them all tried unsuccessfully to conceal a smirk, but nobody else in the group seemed to notice. He really enjoyed having a dirty little secret among the three of them.

They walked down the street and up toward a nicely decorated home.

"Let's start here," Daphne said.

"What're we singing?" one of her friends asked.

"How about 'Up on the Rooftop'?" Daphne offered.

Everyone nodded in agreement. The group of them shuffled up to the door — with Daphne in front of course … and prepared themselves. Daphne rang the doorbell, and an elderly-looking homeowner opened the door with a smile. The singing commenced, though Harry tried to keep his voice low and sang halfheartedly at best. A firm jab to the rib cage from Fleur's elbow put an end to that idea and made him a little more outwardly enthusiastic.

Recognizing this, Fleur took hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze. Since they were at the back of the group, Gabrielle decided to do the same. For a moment, the three of them held hands, belted out a Christmas tune, and enjoyed the simple pleasure of the holiday atmosphere. Harry found he almost … almost being the operative word … forgot that they were naked under their coats, but a sharp wind gave him a quick reminder. He noticed the girls shiver from the icy funnel of air that crept up toward their crotches. They gripped his hands tighter in response.

Before long, they wrapped up the song and bid their goodbyes to the homeowner. Sensing that the group would turn around any second, they let go of each other's hands. Their arms, sluggish from the cold, dropped to their sides with a thud.

The group shuffled its way back to the street. Fleur, Gabrielle, and Harry again let themselves fall to the back of the group where they huddled together as they walked.

Daphne suggested — more like commanded — that they sing "Deck the Halls" as they approached the next house. Nobody challenged the buxom, bossy blonde, so the song selection was settled.

They walked up the front steps and were greeted by a middle-aged married couple with warm smiles. They looked a bit disheveled with untucked shirts and frizzy hair.

"That woman is definitely giving off 'just fucked' vibes," Gabrielle whispered to Fleur and him. "The hair says it all."

"Jealous?" Fleur quipped back.

"Very," Gabrielle replied.

"Tomorrow," Harry said with a smile "Just wait till tomorrow."

The girls smiled and nodded.

After the final spirited "fa la la la la la la la la," the three of them looked at each other smiling.

"Awe, you all really liked that one, I see," Daphne said, joining the threesome, as she led the group back out onto the street.

"Just in the Christmas spirit, Daphne," Harry answered back with a smile, actually starting to enjoy himself.

"I'd toast to that!" Daphne replied.

They made their way back to the street and to the next house. Fleur, Gabrielle, and Harry getting holding hands and snuggling into eachother for warmth and comfort the entire time.

"Alright, everyone," Daphne called back towards them after maybe the eighth or ninth house. "This next house will be our last. Let's make it a good one! I want the whole neighborhood to hear us, and I want you three up front this time since you've got all that Christmas spirit!" She gestured in their direction.

"Fine by us," Gabrielle answered enthusiastically before Fleur or Harry had a chance to say anything.

They stayed at the back of the group as they walked to the final house.

"What was that?" Fleur asked.

"What was what?" Gabrielle asked back.

"Agreeing to be up front," Fleur said.

"I had an idea," Gabrielle replied. "I dare you two to flash whoever answers the door. I'll do it, too. It can be right at the end. Everyone else in the group will be behind us, so they won't see a thing."

"Yeah, but whoever answers the door certainly will," Harry interjected.

"Afraid of a little nudity all of a sudden?" Gabrielle asked.

"Nudity?" he asked rhetorically. "No. Getting arrested? Maybe."

"You're not going to get arrested," Gabrielle said with an eyeroll. "We'll just play it by ear when we get up there. If whoever answers seems interested, we'll go for it. If not, we don't have to. Deal?"

"Okay," Harry said hesitantly.

"You in, Fleur?" Gabrielle asked.

"Why not," Fleur answered back, with less hesitation than Harry.

So it was settled. The three of them worked their way to the front of the group as they approached the final house. They walked up to the front porch and rang the bell. A young couple, in their early twenties, answered the door. The woman had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and wore a red sweater over a white collared shirt, which appeared to be covering quite a generous chest. The man, probably her husband, had a head full of short brown hair, a clean shaven face, a chiselled face, and sported a dark green quarter-zip sweater. They seemed nice enough, but both their faces looked like they could use a little excitement.

Harry smiled, realizing that depending on how things went, they could get quite a bit of that in a couple minutes to say the least.

Their group began a rendition of "Jingle Bells," which caused the couple to perk up a bit, or so Harry originally thought. He looked to his left and saw that Gabrielle was slowly unzipping her coat, exposing more and more of her skin. Across from Gabrielle, the man's eyes worked their way from Gabrielle's face down to her torso. He watched with great interest as Gabrielle's zipper proceeded further down her body. By now, the zipper was in the middle of her torso, and Gabrielle's breasts were coming into view … not enough to see her nipples, but enough to see the inner edges of the firm spheres.

To Harry's surprise, the woman's gaze also was directed at Gabrielle's chest. It would've been perfectly reasonable for her to be upset that a young woman she didn't know was performing some kind of holiday strip tease for her significant other. Instead, she seemed more drawn in by the exciting, exotic experience. Who knows, maybe she liked women as much as her husband did.

Slightly preoccupied with what was going on, Harry momentarily stopped singing along with the group. Gabrielle's zipper slowly made its way to her waist, exposing her flat tummy. The man in the doorway now had a goofy grin on his face. To the others in the group, it was probably just a manifestation of holiday cheer. But Fleur, Gabrielle, and Harry knew better.

As she was standing in the centre, Gabrielle stopped unzipping her coat and jabbed her elbows into Fleur and Harry. Recognizing that this was their cue, they started slowly unzipping their own jackets. A bit more prodding from Gabrielle's elbows hastened the pace of their unzipping. They pulled their zippers down to waist level like Gabrielle had, leaving their crotches covered but much of their torsos within view. Larger than Gabrielle's, Fleur's breasts were close to spilling out of her jacket. The cold air rushed in and danced across his skin, leaving him with goosebumps nearly everywhere imaginable.

"Now!" Gabrielle whispered loudly to Fleur and him just before they began singing the final verse of the song.

With a few quick movements, the three of them unzipped their jackets the rest of the way and pulled them open. His body was quickly enveloped by the frigid December air, but the sudden shock from the cold quickly gave way to the exhilaration of their exhibition.

The man's eyes bounced back and forth from Gabrielle's body to Fleur's. His eyes feasted upon the girls' hardened nipples and visible vulvas. Even Harry couldn't help himself from sneaking a glance or two at each of their naked bodies. His dick tingled in response.

As for the woman in the doorway, her eyes gravitated toward his crotch and remained there for the rest of the song. She didn't even pretend to be looking at something else. She just stared at his dick which, despite the cold, had begun to harden from the thrill of being ogled. If she was going to watch, Harry determined that he might as well give her a show. The best he could manage was a semi-erection, but under the circumstances, he felt satisfied with that. He only feared his dick might get frozen solid in that position.

"Oh, what fun it is to ride..." they all sang loudly, risking a quick knowing smile between each other, knowing they'd have to cover up again in just a moment. The man and woman seemed to realize that, too. They each took one final look at them and then averted their gaze.

"In a one-horse..." the singing continued. They fumbled with their zippers in an attempt to connect the two sides. His fingers were numb from the cold and struggled to slide the metal pieces together.

"Open sleigh!" the group sang with an elongated final note, giving him just enough time to get his zipper in working order and zip his coat back up. Harry saw that the girls were able to do the same. The other singers behind them were none the wiser.

"Happy holidays," they all said cheerfully while waving goodbye.

"Happy holidays," they said back with a hint of dumbfoundedness in their voices.

"What the hell just happened?" the man said to the woman after their backs were turned, and all but Harry, Fleur, and Gabrielle were out of earshot.

"Not a clue, Neville," the woman replied.

"I didn't mind it, though," the man added.

"I'll bet you didn't," the woman answered, a slight smirk on her face. "It's not everyday you see two girls show you their tits less than two feet from your face."

"I saw you staring at his dick for quite a while there too, Hannah," the man answered. "Don't pretend like you didn't like it."

"I'm not pretending," she said. "I enjoyed it very much."

"If you liked that, I've got something else you can enjoy," the man said back. "And unlike the guy out there, mine won't feel like an icicle."

With that, the man closed the door, and they were out of earshot.

Fleur, Gabrielle, and Harry laughed under their breath as they continued to join Daphne's group on the sidewalk in front of the house.

As Harry made his way down the frontwalk he secretly hoped that their little show would lead Neville and Hannah to have some festive Christmas Eve sex. He knew he could never know for sure, but he'll chose to believe it did.

As their group joined everyone on the street, Daphne gave a congratulatory speech.

"She really is a big fan of the holidays? She seems … fun …" Gabrielle whispered to him as Daphne's was chatting in front of the group.

"I never would have thought it," I said back. "But she's actually better than usual tonight."

Fleur shot him a look. Harry just chuckled to himself.

"Now, let's hit the pub, first round is on me," Daphne called out loudly, wrapping up her speech. "You guys coming?" she asked, looking at Fleur, Gabrielle, and him.

"We actually have a Christmas Eve party to go to," Fleur said. "We'll see you another time."

"Awww," Daphne said, smiling directly at Harry. "That's too bad, we will miss you. Well, you guys have fun! Nice to meet you, Gabrielle!"

"Same here," Gabrielle said, with at least as much enthusiasm as Daphne had.

They parted ways. In reality, they all had to go in the same general direction to get out of the neighborhood, but they took a side street just to avoid prolonging the interaction with Daphne and her posse, preferring the company of each other.

The temperature had dropped even further since they first got outside, and the spiked eggnog was once again beginning to wear off. Not wanting to expose themselves to the cold any more than they already had been, they hurried home. They picked up some takeout on the way and made it back to the apartment without much delay. They all relished the warm air after the time they spent outside.

"Shower before dinner?" Gabrielle asked, shedding her coat within fifteen seconds of walking through the door.

"Works for me," Fleur replied, removing her coat.

"Agreed," Harry said nodding, following suit and removing his coat.

They left their coats by the door and headed to the master bathroom for another group shower, similar to the day before. The three of them looked at each other as they waited for the water to heat up. For just a moment or two, Harry thought they all realized just how natural the situation had become despite the unusualness of it all. He was standing in the middle of his bathroom naked with his wife and sister-in-law, and nobody was trying to look away or cover up. They were all comfortable with their nudity. More than that, Harry thought they all looked forward to the next day when they could release some pent-up sexual tension.

The three of them stepped into the shower and closed the shower curtain. They jockeyed for position in an effort to get under the hot water, causing their bodies to press together and slide against each other. Fleur's ample breasts pushed into his side, her nipples still hard as granite from the cold. Meanwhile, Gabrielle's bum pushed into his crotch, rousing his penis to attention.

The three of them soaped their bodies, assisting each other where needed but careful not to push things too far and break the rules before Christmas.

"Shit, I forgot my razor," Gabrielle said. "I need to shave for tomorrow. Can I borrow yours, Fleur?"

"Sure," Fleur replied.

"Thanks," Gabrielle answered. "It's actually a little crowded in here, so I'm going to step out of the shower and shave there."

"We can all get out," Fleur said. "I could probably use a trim myself."

Harry turned off the water, and the three of them toweled off after stepping out of the shower. Fleur handed Gabrielle a fresh razor and some shaving cream while saving her old razor for herself.

Gabrielle sat on the ground and began applying some of the foamy white cream to either side of her dark brown landing strip.

"I think you should shave it off," Harry said to Gabrielle unprompted. "Your landing strip, I mean."

"You did not just tell her how to shave," Fleur said sternly with a mixture of disappointment and irritation in her voice.

"I didn't mean it like that," Harry started to say before Gabrielle intervened.

"Relax, Fleur," Gabrielle said. "I know what he meant. It's because of the girl Mike cheated on me with."

Gabrielle went on to tell Fleur about their conversation from the day before, about how her ex-boyfriend Mike cheated on her with a girl named Anna, about how Anna had a landing strip in some nudes Gabrielle found on Henri's phone. Like she had told him the day before, Gabrielle admitted to growing a landing strip of her own to try to look more like Anna so that Henri might like her more.

"I know how pathetic that sounds," Gabrielle said with tears in her eyes all of a sudden. "It is pathetic. But I kept the landing strip even after Henri and I broke up. I don't know why. Maybe I thought we'd get back together. Maybe I wasn't ready to let go. But Harry is right. I should get rid of it now. I want to get rid of it."

"Oh, Gabrielle," Fleur said softly. "You deserve so much better than that asshole."

"I know," Gabrielle said as she wiped away her tears. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be crying over that piece of shit. I'm better than this."

"It's okay, Gabrielle," Harry said gently. "We're here for you, we both are."

"Thanks, Harry," Gabrielle said back. "Too bad I can't fucking see straight to shave away the last memory of that asshole." Gabrielle rubbed her eyes again in an effort to push her tears to the side.

"Here," he said, taking the razor from Gabrielle. "I'll do it for you. Like I said, we're here for you."

Gabrielle smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Harry," she said. "You don't have to."

"I want to," he replied. "Lie back."

Gabrielle did as Harry asked. Once she was on her back, she reached down toward her crotch with her right hand and slathered the shaving cream across her entire mons, covering her landing strip in the white substance.

"Go ahead," she said meekly.

Harry did as she asked. He ran the razor across her mons, leaving a trail through the shaving cream as he went. He wiped the razor on a towel beside him and went back to work, this time guiding the razor directly through Gabrielle's landing strip. The dark brown curls disappeared from Gabrielle's body and collected in the razor. Harry wiped the blades once again and repeated the process, one stroke at a time like Picasso on a canvas. Soon enough, Gabrielle's landing strip had disappeared along with any stubble on either side of it, leaving behind only smooth skin.

Wanting to be thorough, Harry shaved along Gabrielle's lips, careful not to cut the sensitive skin of her vulva with the razor. He ran the blades across the canyons and crevices of his sister-in-law's crotch, intent on leaving no hair behind inadvertently. He finished up by working his way from her vulva to her bumhole until the entire area was silky smooth.

A small stream of moisture trickled out from Gabrielle's vagina and down toward her bum. Enough that Harry wondered if she was getting aroused, which would be preferable to the brief period of sadness she had just gone through. He did everything in his power to suppress his own arousal and keep his dick from getting hard.

Harry took the towel and began wiping Gabrielle's mons to clear away the remaining shaving cream, picking up any other moisture in the process. Gabrielle's body quivered as he ran the towel across her clit.

"Thank you, Harry," Gabrielle said with a smile.

"C'est magnifique," Harry said to Gabrielle with a smile, as if he was a great Parisian artist that had just finished his magnum opus.

"Merci beaucoup," Gabrielle replied with a smile.

"De rien," he replied.

"Hey Fleur," Gabrielle said.

"Yeah?" his wife responded.

"You've got a pretty amazing husband," Gabrielle replied.

"I know," Fleur answered, giving him an approving look that he'd only seen a handful of other times in their marriage.

The three of them then cleaned up the bathroom. The girls put away the razors and the shaving cream, and Harry hung up the towels to dry.

"Should we eat?" he asked.

"Yes please," Gabrielle answered.

"Agreed," Fleur added.

They headed out of the bathroom and grabbed the takeout they had picked up on the way home. Harry fixed them a few more spiked eggnog drinks while the girls picked out one of those cookie-cutter romantic Christmas movies. They sat down to eat after that.

"Should we talk about tomorrow?" Gabrielle asked after each of them had taken a few bites.

"I think so," Fleur said.

Harry just kept his mouth shut and let the conversation run its course.

"Anything off limits?" Gabrielle asked.

"You mean between you and Harry?" Fleur asked back.

"Sure," Gabrielle replied.

"Not from my perspective," Fleur said.

"Kissing, oral, cock in pussy?" Gabrielle asked.

"All good," Fleur answered.

"Protection?" Gabrielle asked, making a habit of these short, less-than-complete-sentence questions.

"We don't usually use any," Fleur said matter-of-factly. "But we're a boring, monogamous married couple."

"Understandable," Gabrielle replied with a laugh.

"Are you clean?" Fleur asked Gabrielle. "If you don't know, just say so. Sorry to be so direct about it, but if you're going to have sex with my husband tomorrow, I think the question is warranted."

"I am," Gabrielle said. "I got tested after Henri and I broke up — all clear. Haven't slept with anyone since."

"Perfect," Fleur said.

"So what do you think?" Gabrielle asked.

"About?" Fleur asked, seemingly happy to let Gabrielle do most of the work in this conversation.

"Condoms."

"That's up to you two."

"I'd rather go without — if you're okay with it, Harry," Gabrielle said.

He nodded affirmatively.

"Oh, and I still have my IUD," Gabrielle added. "So, I'm not worried about getting pregnant."

"Perfect," Fleur said, as matter-of-factly as before. "Anything else?"

"What about us?" Gabrielle asked.

"What about us?" Fleur asked back.

"Are we going to, you know..." Gabrielle's voice trailed off.

"My focus will be on my husband," Fleur said. "I figure that'll be the same for you."

"Yup," Gabrielle said. "I think that's it, then."

"Unless you have anything you want to talk about, Harry?" Fleur asked.

"Nope," he said.

"Great," Fleur said warmly. "Then let's eat."

They did just that. The romantic, tropey Christmas movie played in the background as they took mouthful after mouthful of food and sipped their drinks. After they finished eating, Harry fixed them another round of spiked eggnogs while the girls got each of them a slice of the apple pie they baked earlier that day. Between the eggnog and the apple pie, it truly tasted like Christmas.

After polishing off the pie and his drink, he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. It had been a long day, and the adrenaline of all the day's events had finally worn off. Harry must've fallen asleep on the couch in between Gabrielle and Fleur. The mundane holiday film certainly did nothing to keep him awake.

He didn't remember much after that, but he did remember waking up sometime after the movie had ended. He hadn't yet opened his eyes and had no motivation to get up, so he just remained there, motionless. He expected to fall back asleep, but his ears perked up amid a conversation between the girls.

"So you're really okay with me having sex with Harry tomorrow?" Gabrielle said.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Fleur asked.

"I don't know," Gabrielle said back. "You're not jealous at all?"

"No?" Fleur said back quizzically. "Are you going to come between us and steal my husband?"

"Of course not."

"Then what're you worried about?"

"Nothing, I guess."

"Then it's settled."

"You're pretty lucky, you know," Gabrielle said after a brief pause. "You've got a pretty great guy for a husband. I always liked him, but after this weekend, I feel like I see what you see in him a lot more."

"Mhmm," Fleur said, filling the silence but leaving space for Gabrielle to continue.

"He listens — I mean, he really listens and cares," Gabrielle continued. "And he's open to trying new things, even crazy things. He flashed an unsuspecting married couple while Christmas caroling, for Christ's sake. None of my boyfriends ever would've done that. And besides, he only went caroling in the first place for you. He clearly wants to make you happy."

"He does."

"You found a good one, Fleur."

"I did. Just wait until you see what he's like in bed, though. If you think he's that good just from all of that, you haven't seen anything yet."

"Oh yeah?" Gabrielle asked.

"Yeah," Fleur answered. "He's given me the best orgasms I've ever had in my life. You'll find out about that soon enough. I won't spoil the surprise."

"Can't wait," Gabrielle said. "And Fleur..." Gabrielle's voice trailed off.

"Yeah?" his wife answered.

"Thanks for being so cool with all of this. Not every wife would be so chill. Harry's pretty lucky to have you, too."

"That may be the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Fleur said to Gabrielle. "Eggnog getting to you?"

"Shut up," Gabrielle fired back. "This is what I get for trying to be nice. Never again."

Harry heard the girls laughing, which gave him an excuse to pretend to wake up. He slowly opened his eyes and stretched his legs.

"Morning, sunshine," Gabrielle said. "We're about to head to bed. Come on."

The three of them rose from the couch and headed to the bedroom. After quickly brushing their teeth, they climbed into bed. Harry was in the middle like usual, with Fleur on one side and Gabrielle on the other. Both girls gave him a kiss on the cheek before settling into a comfortable position and promptly falling asleep. Harry struggled to fall asleep at first in anticipation of the next day's events. But he soon put that out of his mind and let his thoughts drift to sugarplums, candy canes, and whatever other festive thing one should be thinking about on Christmas Eve. And just like that, he drifted off to sleep, ready for whatever awaited him on Christmas Day.


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