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"First, I need to see the video," said Hermione.
"Of course," repeated Harry. "It's on EroticGate."
"Right." Hermione sat down at her computer and clicked on the browser's address bar. "What's the video called?"
"Cum On In," said Harry, feeling his cheeks flush as he said it out loud. "With 'cum' spelled, you know, the dirty way."
"I get it." Hermione typed the name of the film, and it was the first result that popped up. She clicked on it without hesitation. Harry felt a surge of illicit excitement as the film began to play, along with a sudden urge to explain himself further.
"The site recommended this video to me," said Harry. "Though why, I have no idea. I just thought the thumbnail looked interesting. I wasn't specifically searching for it or anything."
"Hmm..." said Hermione. "Well, I can definitely see the similarities. Seriously, she looks just like your mom."
Harry nodded but barely heard her. His attention was entirely focused on the video. The woman looked like a blonde version of his stepmother in glasses, maybe one who had chosen a career in teaching rather than real estate. The volume on Hermione's computer was low, but that only made it easier for him to stare at the woman's body, her exposed cleavage, and the sensual, seductive way she sat with her legs crossed.
"The camera is stable," said Hermione. "That means she used a tripod to film this. Or at least set the camera on a table."
"And?" asked Harry.
"That means she didn't have someone filming her," said Hermione. "If this is your mom, at least you know she didn't get fucked later. At least not in this video."
Her words hit Harry like a series of knife thrusts. He felt his emotions tie into a knot as he considered what she had said. There could be more videos. Some of them might not be solo. He already felt weird thinking about hundreds of thousands of other horny men staring and jerking off to the naked body of a woman who resembled his stepmother. The idea of some sleazy guy filming or fucking her made him feel sick.
"This was supposed to make you feel better," said Hermione. "Sorry. Damn, she has really nice tits!"
The woman was in the process of slowly revealing her nipples, almost causing Harry to jerk off when he first saw it. He wanted to look away, but his neck muscles wouldn't cooperate.
"Do you think they're bigger than mine?" Hermione asked.
"Why do you ask?" Harry inquired.
"Just curious," she replied.
The woman leaned back on the bed, her hand wandering down to her panties. Harry's cock was so hard it started to hurt inside his boxers and jeans. Hermione nodded and tapped her finger against her lips.
"She's definitely done this before," Hermione said. "It's too hot to be her first video."
The woman thrust her hips up. Harry felt his hand move towards his bulge, slowly rubbing against his pants, and it took all his willpower to stop himself.
"It's almost over," he said, not wanting to watch the video a second longer than necessary. "What do you think?"
Hermione closed the browser tab. She crossed her arms, the motion causing her robe to open slightly and reveal some cleavage.
"Did you send a message to the uploader?" Hermione asked.
Harry nodded. "No response yet, but I only found the video yesterday."
"It's a long shot, but probably the easiest thing you can do," she said. "Believe it or not, I think it'll be easy to figure this out. Easier than if you tried to guess her identity without suspecting someone close to you."
"Alright," said Harry. "So what should I do to start?"
Before Hermione could respond, her video chat application started ringing. The name "Fleur" appeared on the screen, along with buttons to accept or decline the video call. Hermione frowned, and tension appeared in her posture.
"Do you want me to leave so you can take the call?" asked Harry.
"No!" said Hermione. "Please stay. I can use you as an excuse to avoid her for now."
She grabbed Harry's hands and leaned forward enough that her robe opened, revealing her lacy bra. Her nipples were clearly visible through it.
"Alright," he said. "Go ahead."
Hermione answered the video call. The woman's face appeared on the computer monitor, with Harry and Hermione visible in the corner of the screen. The woman was older, perhaps in her forties or fifties, but still very attractive. Her hair looked dyed black and straightened, and though her face had a few wrinkles, it was clear she had once been very beautiful.
"Hermione," said Fleur. "And your boyfriend! I was hoping he would still be there."
"Yes," said Hermione. "We actually have a date planned today, so..."
"What's his name?" Fleur interrupted.
Harry leaned closer to the camera, trying to act natural. "Harry. And you are...?"
"Fleur," she replied. "Harry. I like the sound of that on my tongue."
"As I was saying," Hermione said, "we were just about to head out."
"You're not dressed to go out, Hermione," said Fleur. "But if you have a date planned, I suppose we'll have to talk later."
Hermione sighed with relief and moved the cursor to end the call.
"Before you go, though, you should give your boyfriend a kiss," Fleur said.
Hermione looked a bit surprised by the request. "Harry... is a bit camera-shy," she said. "That's why he hasn't been on any of my streams before."
"Are you shy, Harry?" asked Fleur. "You could earn Hermione a very large tip if you opened up a bit, you know? And it would make me very happy."
Harry had no idea what to say. He looked at Hermione. She had a desperate expression on her face, seemingly begging him with her eyes to agree.
"I don't mind," said Harry. "No problem."
He leaned in so that his face was level with Hermione's. They made awkward eye contact as he brought his lips to hers.
It was a quick peck and nothing more. Hermione's eyes fluttered slightly as Harry pulled away. He looked at the computer monitor and saw Fleur frowning at them.
"You were right, Hermione," she said. "He is so shy! No, no, no... I said I want to see a kiss. A real kiss."
Hermione looked back at Harry, appearing apologetic. He smiled at her and shrugged, leaning in to try again.
It was like night and day. Hermione opened her mouth, pressing her lips against his, and he felt her tongue slip into his mouth. She was an incredible kisser, making Harry acutely aware of her open robe and the revealing lingerie she wore underneath. He felt himself getting hard and had to hide his disappointment when the kiss finally ended.
"Better," said Fleur. "More. I need to see more."
"Fleur, we were just about to—"
"He's aroused, Hermione," said Fleur. "Why don't you help him with that? Take out his... thing."
Fleur averted her gaze from the camera as she said "thing," as if saying "cock" was too much for her to handle. Hermione frowned and shook her head slightly. She looked at Harry, openly showing her emotions this time. She was scared, not of what she was being asked to do, but of the idea of refusing.
"It's okay," said Harry. "I guess..."
He wasn't embarrassed, but Hermione clearly was as she cleared her throat and reached for the zipper of his jeans. How the hell had this situation escalated so quickly? He could still stop it if he wanted to. But would that mean sacrificing Hermione's help in investigating the video?
And he had to admit that he wasn't sure if he wanted to stop at just a kiss. Hermione was a friend, and their relationship had always been platonic, but the feeling of her lips on his stirred something inside him. Or at least, that's what he thought. It was entirely possible that rewatching the video had aroused him enough to cloud his judgment.
"Your zipper is stuck," Hermione muttered, embarrassed. "Can you...?"
"Alright." Harry reached down and unzipped his jeans. He let them drop to the floor, hesitating before going further. He felt a bit shy, but in a way that excited him more than it affected his ability to act.
He met Hermione's gaze once more, making sure they were on the same page. She gave him a small, covert nod. Harry exhaled and slid his boxers down, watching himself do it on the computer monitor. His cock looked bigger on the screen than it did in reality, much to his surprise.
Hermione must have been surprised too, judging by the look on her face. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth formed a loose circle as she stared directly at his cock.
"You're his girlfriend, Hermione," said Fleur. "Go ahead. Touch it."
Hermione leaned forward in her chair, letting her robe slide off her shoulders. The eroticism of the motion made Harry painfully aware of how sexy she was, and her brown nipples were entirely visible through the sheer material of her black bra.
She made eye contact with him. She blushed, and Harry felt embarrassed. She took her time moving her fingers closer and closer until they finally made contact with his hard cock. Harry gasped with pleasure and let out a low moan as Hermione wrapped her hand around his girth.
"Is this okay?" Hermione asked, her hand moving back and forth on his cock, stroking his shaft. Harry was almost too overwhelmed by pleasure to nod. It felt incredible. And the fact that she was doing it, dressed as she was, left him in a daze.
It made Harry question his entire view of their friendship. He had never made a move on Hermione, partly because of how close they had always been and partly because he didn't have the guts. Their families had monthly dinners together. Hermione's parents regularly babysat Harry. They knew each other's embarrassing secrets and supported each other through the most awkward years of growing up.
Could they have been doing this sort of thing all along? Touching each other and experimenting together? Relieving the teenage hunger they both clearly suffered from? Harry was a virgin, and as far as he knew, Hermione was too. Would this change things for both of them?
His thoughts were interrupted as Hermione started moving her hand again, gently stroking his shaft, prompting him to let out another low, masculine moan of pleasure.
"Oh, that's so hot," Fleur murmured. "Don't stop. Hermione, put his cock in your mouth."
"What?" Hermione squeezed Harry's cock slightly in surprise, a small drop of precum leaking onto her fingers.
"Don't tell me you haven't gone that far?" asked Fleur. "Well, no time like the present to try new things. And it would make me very happy."
Harry said nothing. He looked into Hermione's eyes and slightly shook his head, trying to let her know she could refuse. He expected her to. Instead, her eyes pleaded with him. She was still slowly stroking his cock, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. She wanted to continue.
And so it happened. Harry watched in disbelief as Hermione brought her face closer to his cock, still maintaining eye contact. She stuck out her tongue and slowly brought it to the tip of his cock, like a little girl trying a new food for the first time.
Slowly, still unsure, Hermione moved her tongue the final distance and gently licked the tip of Harry's cock. It sent a wave of pleasure through Harry's body like a ringing bell. Hermione pulled back slightly, licking her lips and apparently considering the taste. Then she opened her mouth and took him between her lips.
She made a surprised, girlish noise as she started to suck. Harry let out a sound that mirrored the intense, world-altering pleasure of the sensation. He had to place a hand on the back of Hermione's head to steady himself.
He felt her tongue explore the underside of his cock, moving over the sensitive skin. He felt her lips tighten, trying to form a seal. He felt the warmth of her mouth, the wetness and heat of her inner cheek. It felt like a place Harry never wanted to leave.
Hermione gave him a clumsy blowjob. She pushed her mouth too far forward at one point and had to pull back to cough. She couldn't catch a rhythm and kept reverting to licking his cock like an ice cream cone. When she did suck him, she kept glancing up at him every few seconds, as if unsure if it was pleasurable for him. It was, and Harry nodded to her every time.
His cock throbbed with pleasure, a ticking time bomb on the edge of explosion, and Hermione's inexperience only made the blowjob hotter. Harry glanced at the computer screen, which he had almost forgotten about, and was surprised to see Fleur leaning back in her chair, her hand between her legs.
Knowing he was being watched in this way unleashed something inside Harry. He looked down at Hermione, who was focused, sucking and licking, giving him pleasure, dressed in the same outfit she wore during her illicit webcam shows. He felt himself crossing the point of no return.
"Oh!" Harry groaned. He grabbed Hermione's cheek as he started to cum, his cock shooting semen deep into her mouth with far more intensity than any orgasm he had experienced before. He shuddered and felt a pleasant pounding in the back of his head. He needed to lie down, his whole body enveloped in a warm, erotic euphoria.
Hermione pulled her mouth back, cum dripping from her lower lip. She coughed, then grabbed her robe and spat into the fabric. "Tell me when you're close next time!"
"Next time..." Harry muttered. He met Hermione's gaze and felt his own embarrassment starting to set in. What the hell had they just done?
Both of them looked at the computer screen. Fleur was still in the midst of getting off. She wasn't really paying attention to them anymore, and Hermione didn't seem to have any qualms about ending the call.
The unintended effect was leaving her and Harry alone to face what had just happened.
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