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Taking the bowl of popcorn, Rose grabbed a handful and placed it between herself and Harry, forcing Daphne to reach over him for her own. As she did, Harry felt Daphne's firm breasts brush against his upper arm and chest, causing him to shift uncomfortably, feeling stiffness and tension in his shorts.

"No talking," Rose warned them. "I've been dying to see this movie."

"I saw it in the theater." Daphne winked at Harry and scooted closer to his side, her warm breath tickling the hairs on his neck. "Don't worry, I won't spoil it for you."

"Shh!" Rose hissed before snuggling up under the blanket.

The movie was perfect, like all Marvel movies, and Harry was engrossed in the story when he felt something warm slide onto his lap. He froze as fingers slipped under his loose shorts, tickling the sensitive skin on his inner thighs.

He glanced at Rose, but she was focused on the movie, and when he looked behind him, Daphne flashed him a brazen smile and edged closer to him, her hand inching toward his stiffening member.

"The best part is coming up," she whispered in his ear, her fingertips brushing against the throbbing head of his cock. He reached down to push her hand away, but Daphne shifted, and his hand pressed between her firm breasts. She murmured again and turned on the couch, halfway facing him and halfway facing the TV, her hand reaching to pull his cock out of his shorts. Harry's breath hissed out, and Daphne grew impatient as her fingers slid up and down his pulsing length.

Something hot and wet pressed against the back of his hand, and her scent wafted up from the blankets as she moved. Unable to resist, Harry turned his hand, relishing the soft moan that escaped Daphne's throat as his knuckles brushed against her clit. Then it was her turn to freeze as his fingers slid inside her.

The movie was forgotten, and Harry's world shrank to the heavenly pleasure of her hand stroking him and the feel of her body tensing against his side every time his finger circled her clit. The blankets swelled and shifted around their hands, but Rose remained oblivious until Harry's finger slid inside Daphne and brushed against the rough patch of flesh at the side of her pussy.

"Right there," she said before freezing again as Rose's head turned.

Rose's eyes narrowed on her friend before falling to where the blanket rose and fell over Harry's lap as she paused the movie. Harry tensed, ready to explode all over them both, but she only smiled and turned the blanket before either of them could snatch it away.

A charged pause followed as Rose's eyes widened and traveled along his length from base to tip, her tongue running along her lower lip.

"You can't stop now... it would be cruel," her mouth twisted into a smile as Rose pressed play and settled back onto the armrest, one eye on the screen and the other on her friend's stroking hand.

"I told you he's perfect," Daphne said, her hips pressing into him as her black panties twisted around his hand.

"Mhmm."

The sound came from the back of his throat, his gaze drawn away from Daphne's nubile form to Rose. No longer watching the movie, her eyes were closed on his steel-hard cock. She was so close he could reach out and pull her to him, but he was afraid of ruining the moment and kept his hand to himself.

Daphne's lips pressed to his neck, bringing his attention back to her as her fingers moved along his length. Her eager tongue slipped into his mouth and he felt his orgasm approaching, warning her with a quiet murmur. In the moment he did, Daphne's hand vanished from his cock and a groan of disappointment escaped him.

"Good girl," he heard his sister murmur.

"I'm going to enjoy this as long as I can," Daphne whispered against the kiss before breaking away and diving down.

His head fell back, a moan escaping his throat as her fiery mouth slid along the head of his cock. Glancing to the side, his eyes meeting Rose's and a wave passed between them. His sister reached out and took his hand. His eyes widened, but he shook his head, blinking and flicking it back to Daphne's head.

"Show her what you like... Take from her what you need... Yes, little brother," he was almost there, but he managed to hold back through sheer willpower.

His fingers tangled in Daphne's silky blonde hair as he guided her up and down his length. She couldn't take more than half into her mouth, her throat stretching around his girth before her back would start to rock and the most delightful sensations would radiate from his cock.

Daphne surrendered to his control, her pussy slick with wetness as he fucked her small mouth. It didn't take long for his fingers to bring her to climax. In the moment she did, her hips bucked and sucked so hard he groaned with pleasure, his head falling back as his balls tightened.

"I..." he couldn't get the rest out as Rose's mouth cut him off.

The kiss shocked him, drawing him away from the sensations coming from Daphne's mouth on his cock. Though he enjoyed the head, Rose's kiss was a greater pleasure, releasing a swarm of butterflies in his chest.

His hands reached out to pull her closer, but she resisted and broke the kiss. Her face was flushed, her eyes widened in shock, reflecting the feelings he had experienced. Daphne sat back down, smiling at him as she licked her lips.

"Even you taste good," Daphne said, looking up at her friend who was trembling in place.

Daphne got on her knees and pulled Rose towards her. "Taste it," she murmured.

Rose initially resisted, but when their lips met, her expression softened and a moan of pleasure escaped her. His cock pulsed to new life as he watched his cum push its way from Daphne's mouth into Rose's, but when he rose to caress her perfect ass, Rose trembled and pulled away.

"I wasn't ready for... I can't," she said, her expression pained. He could see the longing in her eyes and it matched the fire burning within him.

Daphne was beautiful, but all of his attention was focused on Rose as she retreated from them. Her short white shirt clung to her sweaty torso and he could see the outline of her nipples pressing into the fabric.

He made a move to get up from the couch, but she shook her head firmly. With a last look at Daphne, she muttered "sorry" and turned to run away.

As he stood up to follow her, Daphne pressed him back with a hand on his chest. "Leave her," she smiled and shook her head. Harry's thoughts raced as he watched Daphne with concern. "She'll be fine," he muttered to himself, trying to suppress his fears. He knew that he and Daphne had to check on Rose to make sure everything was okay with her.

"We should check on her," Harry said to Daphne, his voice low.

Daphne's smile grew wicked as she pulled off her white shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. "Does Rose ever want company when she's upset?" she asked, swaying her leg over Harry's thigh.

Harry shook his head, "I'm not sure," he said, his mind still consumed with Rose. But Daphne's touch was distracting and he knew he couldn't resist her.

"Besides... I won't let you leave without feeling stretched by this thing," Daphne said, reaching down to stroke Harry's hardening member.

"I don't know if we should..." Harry stammered as Daphne pressed his thick head into her entrance, eliciting a moan from him. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, not when Rose might need him, but it was hard to resist the pleasure Daphne was offering.

Harry felt Daphne's nails dig into his back as her body convulsed on top of him. Her spasms and gasps of pleasure barely registered as he lost himself in the tightness of her pussy. He flipped her over and with a groan, entered between her legs after pushing aside the couch cushions.

Their passionate kiss drowned out Daphne's screams of pleasure as Harry thrust into the pillows. One hand was on her tiny butt, the other grabbing the back of her neck. He felt his orgasm approaching, but before he could reach it, Daphne came hard, her nails digging into his back once again.

Harry winced as he felt lines of pain being dragged across his muscles. His rhythm faltered as he fought not to give in to the need to thrust again. Daphne pushed herself up on his hips, telling him she was too sensitive.

She pushed him back onto the couch and took his cock in her mouth. Harry watched as Daphne sucked him in, licking up her own juices with eager moans. She quickly stroked him with her slender fingers, urging him to come on her face.

As he approached his climax, Harry noticed movement in the door behind Daphne. He caught the eye of sister, who had one hand on a massive breast under a white shirt and the other lost in the shadows between Daphne's thighs. sister flinched as their eyes met, but didn't back away.

Harry's gaze flickered between sister and Daphne, who was still stroking him. He came with a moan of pleasure, covering Daphne's mouth and face with his pearly semen.

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