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Harry Potter discovered that the hardest thing about living with two stunning girls was hiding all his erections. It would have been easier if they had any shame at home, but both insisted on walking around in panties and blouses, only putting on shorts or a sleeved shirt when their mom yelled at them.
Astoria, at least, didn't try to tease him. The younger of the two had never been a flirtatious girl. Bookish and shy, she and her friends spent most of their time at school in the library or hanging out in the theater. She was a beautiful and slender brunette, but growing up next to her blonde sister, she convinced herself she wasn't attractive.
Daphne, on the other hand, knew exactly the effect she had on men. From a young age, she could capture everyone's attention in a room just by walking in. The queen of Hogwarts, and now her sorority, she led an ideal life.
Their parents died during the war while Harry was still at Hogwarts. During the holidays, he moved into a huge house with Sirius, where for the first time, Harry shared a bathroom with the girls. Narcissa Malfoy, a widow who decided to join forces with Sirius in raising the children and running the business, took care of the girls during this time.
The girls ignored him for the first few years, too busy with friends and Hogwarts dramas to bother with the kid running around staring at them. But as time passed, the girls and he grew closer.
Harry's dad was a free spirit who never married anyone. Harry didn't know how Narcissa convinced him to move in together, but it didn't last long. Six months after the girls moved in, his dad moved out and set up a "love palace" with one bedroom. They went out for lunch once a week, but that was the extent of the parenting he offered throughout Hogwarts.
Narcissa became something of a guardian to Harry during those formative years. She kept track of his schoolwork and showed up at Quidditch matches whenever he joined teams. It might have been out of guilt since his dad sent enough money for her to afford not working, but Harry believed they were kindred spirits who found exactly what they needed in each other. Her daughter both had strong wills and rebelled against her at Hogwarts, and Harry never had structure or mom.
Harry spent more than one night fantasizing about Narcissa's stunning figure and her high-cheekboned face. But then he always felt guilty and tainted by those fantasies. His dreams of the golden-haired Daphne and the shy Astoria were free of those dark emotions, and he kept returning to them.
Hogwarts was a difficult time. Because of the drama at home and the move, it took Harry some time to find his place. He was a good athlete and excelled in sports, but he never fit in with the jocks. The kids he met in honors classes had more in common with him, and he befriended the "nerds."
It didn't help that his stepsister was the hottest girl in school. Instead of making him popular, it made the boys feel awkward around him, and the girls didn't want anything to do with him. If he were cool in Daphne's eyes, maybe it would have been different. Perhaps they would have wanted to get close to him to be near her. But he was a "nerd," and Daphne never missed a chance to mention it as they passed each other in the hallways.
"There goes my nerdy little brother!" she would whisper and point, with her friends adding, "Ewwww!" to emphasize his humiliation.
Things got easier when she graduated, and Harry got to know Astoria better during her final year at school. They had the same runes class and often studied together for tests. She had a sharp, inquisitive mind and a dark sense of humor that he loved, but something always held her back from getting too close. He was constantly frustrated when Astoria would shut down and withdraw from their budding friendship. Then it would be weeks before she started to open up again.
Everything changed after Harry graduated. He planned to return to school, wanting to escape the place, but then he got accepted into the London Magic College. The opportunity was too good to pass up, and since it was only an hour's drive away, he could come home on weekends to do laundry and eat food not prepared in a microwave or on a hot plate.
Narcissa was thrilled, but the girls reacted strangely. Astoria couldn't look him in the eye or speak after brief congratulations. At first, he thought it was jealousy. But Astoria loved theater, and her school, Cal Arts, was perfect for her.
Daphne's reaction was even stranger. She stopped when she heard from Narcissa and looked at him in surprise.
"They accepted you as a healer?"
"I guess so," Harry shrugged.
"Don't guess," she said, her thick, wide lips curling. "Know. You can't show up hunched and whiny like at Hogwarts."
"I wasn't hunched," Harry said, feeling anger rise within him, his face twisting into a scowl.
"Good boy." Daphne fluttered her long fake eyelashes. "Keep that BDE when you show up, and you'll be a leader. Lose it, and you'll be a loser again."
Harry wanted to ask what "BDE" meant, but she was already sweeping out of the house. While Narcissa planned a party for the end of the month, Harry lay on a blanket, trying to suppress his anger at Daphne. Worse, he suspected she was right.
He never had trouble making friends when he was younger, being one of the more popular kids in his Muggle primary school. At Hogwarts, something changed, and he couldn't regain his old confidence. Pushing his worries out of his mind, Harry put on his swimming trunks and headed to the pool.
His phone buzzed with congratulatory messages, and a friend invited him out for a drink to celebrate. The thought of drinking warm beer in a basement didn't appeal to Harry, so he submerged himself in the cool water, letting it push away the sadness he felt about not escaping this house.
It wasn't a bad house; in fact, it was one of the best he had ever known. But living surrounded by Daphne and Astoria was unbearable. He got another reminder of how impossible it was when his oldest sister returned home twenty minutes after leaving with two sorority friends sister and beach towels. Harry groaned internally as he saw them heading for the pool.
For a moment, he thought about retreating to his room, but the anger returned, and he decided he wouldn't let Daphne escape as she usually did.
Harry stood by the pool, watching the girls. He tried not to stare, but it was difficult when Daphne dropped her towel on the lounge chair and untied the linen robe, revealing her body in a bikini.
"Get out of here, Harry," she said. "We'll be here all afternoon, and I don't want you eavesdropping when we talk about some shit."
"No," Harry smiled, climbing out of the pool and dropping onto the chair where his towel lay.
"Alright, Daph," said Hannah, smiling at her friend. "I also have an annoying younger brother."
"Harry isn't annoying," Fleur chided her friend, then blushed and bowed her head when Daphne made a disgusted sound.
"Stop it, Fleur. I don't want to hear about it today."
Fleur's blush deepened, and she avoided Harry's eyes as she spread out her towel. Fleur and Hannah were regulars at their house. Not only did they have a pool where the girls could hang out, but Harry's mom always stocked the fridge with healthy food that the girls devoured like teenage boys.
Fleur was adorable, with a turned-up nose, rosebud lips, and soft, rounded cheeks. If not for her body and charming personality, Harry's sister probably wouldn't have elevated her to queen status in their sorority. But Fleur's body was widely discussed not just by the boys at their school but everywhere she went.
She was a gym rat, toned but not massive. She had an ass you could bounce a quarter off and tits so round and firm they looked fake, but they weren't.
Hannah was the opposite of Fleur in many ways. Loud and flirtatious, she only took a backseat to Harry's sister in her ability to draw attention. Her white hair hung long and flowed down her back, framing a face with thick lips and large dark eyes that suggested dark desires. Her body was soft and curvy, with a narrow waist, flat stomach, and thick ass balanced by massive breasts that hung heavily.
Daphne was taller than the two of them, with thick, wavy blonde hair. Her torso and limbs were slender like a willow, and from her chest hung a pair of the most magnificent breasts. Heavy and drooping, Harry knew from the soft shirts she wore that her areolas were swollen and her nipples inverted. He tried not to think about it as he lay there, basking in the sun. He also tried to ignore the girls' conversation, but that proved more difficult.
"I told youBill is a fucking liar," Fleur said, rubbing sunscreen on Hannah.
With his eyes open just a sliver, Harry could observe the girls without them knowing. Fleur's skin was covered by a tiny red bikini that hugged her remarkable curves. He couldn't see if the back of her panties was a thong, but he hoped it wasn't. He didn't know if he could handle her big ass naked in front of him without popping wood.
"You weren't wrong," Hannah murmured, rolling onto her stomach and resting her face on her folded arm. "He pushed into me and started pumping. No foreplay, nothing. Then he had the nerve to ask if I came after pumping like a monkey for twenty seconds and cumming."
"At least he's big," Fleur said, passing the sunscreen to Daphne.
"If you say so," Hannah laughed sarcastically. "Tommy was bigger. At least thicker, and that counts."
"Tommy is a child," Daphne said, flipping her golden hair over her shoulder and putting her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. "All the boys in school are children. Just wait until we graduate, and then you'll see what a real man is."
"You said that freshman year," Hannah retorted with another laugh, trying to keep it subtle about the imperative Harry's sister.
Fleur, who had less tact and social awareness, spoke in a tone mimicking the calm demeanor of Harry's sister. "Forget the boys in the dorms, we need to deal with the older ones." And what happened? You got stuck with Blaise for a year. Ha!"
"Blaise was handsome and well-connected," Daphne frowned at her friend.
"He was also, what did you call him? A two-pump chump?"
Fleur laughed heartily, and even Hannah chuckled. Daphne looked at Harry, and he realized he had given himself away by smiling at the girl's joke.
"Something funny?" Daphne asked him with a menacing look.
"Apparently, your ex-boyfriend's skills," Harry said, unable to suppress his laughter. "Blaise was the one with the messy hair, right?"
"Yeah," Hannah said, covering her mouth and giggling into the crook of her elbow. "He was disheveled all over."
"That's enough," Daphne warned her friends, who seemed to calm down. "And from you too," she said, turning to Harry. "You have no room to talk if Ginny Weasley is to be believed."
A cold shiver ran down Harry's spine, and he wanted to crawl under the chair when she mentioned that name.
"How do you know about Ginny?" he asked.
He was sure the rumors hadn't spread beyond school, but apparently, in their small English magical society, everything traveled fast.
"Everyone was talking about it during the holiday break." Daphne shrugged, pulling her sunglasses back down and lying on her back. "Nothing to be ashamed of. You can't help what you're born with."
"What is it?" Fleur asked, standing up and looking between them. Even Hannah looked interested, though she hid it better.
"Stupid rumor," Harry said.
"Tell them the truth, Harry. The amusement was naked in Daphne's voice, making Harry's anger rise again, and he began to speak, regretting that he couldn't take back the words as soon as he said them.
"Ginny and I went to a dance together, and then we fooled around. I thought that was all, but when I got back to school after break, she was spreading lies about me..."
"You don't have to be ashamed," Daphne said, frowning at Harry. "Some women even prefer them. Not me, of course." She laughed, and Harry wanted to slap her, but even she had enough grace to blush and mumble, "Sorry."
"It's not true," Harry said, crossing his arms and feeling his cheeks heat up.
Of course, he knew what she was doing. Daphne brought up that embarrassing story to get him to leave the pool and give her and her friends some privacy. His stubbornness and the anger burning in his gut over the injustice of the rumor kept him from leaving.
"What isn't true?" Fleur asked, her massive breasts bouncing as she looked between Daphne and Harry. "If you two don't stop beating around the bush..."
"Harry has a micro dick," Daphne said, shrugging.
"I do not!"
Anger consumed Harry, but he suppressed it, not wanting to yell or, God forbid, start crying from overwhelming frustration. His outburst made all three of them look at him, and he saw their embarrassment written on their faces.
"It's okay if you do," Hannah offered, trying to be helpful, plastering a fake smile on her face. "Size doesn't matter anyway. Just ignore what we said earlier."
She finished lamely, glancing at Fleur, who furrowed her brows at Harry as if he were a wounded animal. The busty girl hid her disgust well, curling her lips into a fake smile for half a second before sighing. "No, sorry, dude. I tried to lie, but the truth is, you're fucked. For some women, size is everything."
"I. Do. Not. Have. A. Micro. Dick," Harry hissed each word through clenched teeth, but it was obvious they thought he was lying.
For a moment, Harry considered standing up and pulling down his trunks, but then sanity returned. Doing something like that could land him in jail, or worse.
Clenching his teeth, he ignored the smirks of his sister, put on his headphones, and turned up the volume. Their conversations continued, but Harry drowned them out, knowing that any reaction would give Daphne another reason to taunt him.
The sun's heat got to Harry after an hour, so he slipped into the water to cool off. Hannah was reading a book, and Daphne looked like she was napping with her headphones on, but Fleur stood up when she heard him splashing.
"Was Daph right? Did you get into London?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, enjoying the impressed look on the beautiful girl's face before he slid beneath the surface and pushed off the wall to play underwater.
As he surfaced, pale feet and well-toned legs slipped into the water, followed by the rest of Fleur. When he emerged, she grimaced and raised a hand to ward off any water that might splash her face or her hair, which was tied up in a messy bun.
"Don't get me wet," she said, frowning. "We're going to a frat party tonight, and I don't want to redo my makeup."
Harry ignored her, kicking in the pool and relishing her irritation. When he surfaced, he turned to flash her an amused smile and was struck on the head by a foam noodle. It shocked him more than it hurt, and he stared at Fleur in disbelief until she burst out laughing.
"I have five older cousins," she smiled. "You'll have to try harder to get my hair wet. Hey! I didn't mean it!"
Laughing, Harry shot from the side of the pool, pushing a powerful wave ahead of him as he paddled his arms. The beautiful girl was in the middle of the shallow end and couldn't reach the edge before the wave washed over her face and head. For a moment, he thought she was angry at him when those dark eyes glared at him from beneath wet lashes, but the look turned into a smile when she saw how close he was.
Jumping like the athlete she was, her open palms landed on his chest, pushing him underwater. Harry tried to break free, but her fingers were surprisingly strong, holding him at the bottom of the pool.
Forgetting chivalry, Harry grabbed the girl, pulling her underwater and flipping her beneath him. Her fingers dug into his skin, pinching and tickling as she tried to break free. Harry was determined to hold her for a few seconds until he realized one of his hands was gripping a soft, bouncy body, clad in a bikini top. Releasing Fleur, he felt his cheeks heat as he surfaced. The girl swam up right beside him, making him acutely aware of her smooth skin brushing against his as their legs touched.
"If I were still in Quidditch shape, you'd be in trouble... what the fuck?!"
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