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Chapters 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 and 21 are already available at Pat re on.Harry headed straight downstairs where he woke up the next morning. As usual, his stepmother had already left for work. This time, she had made him a sandwich for breakfast, leaving a note beside it saying she would be back at the usual time and that she loved him.
He felt a bit ashamed eating the sandwich. This feeling now accompanied him constantly, a continuous hum of embarrassment and discomfort from the complex emotions he had been experiencing lately. It made the need to discover the truth seem even more urgent, before he lost touch with who he was as stepmother's son.
As soon as he finished breakfast, he went to Hermione's. Her parents were also not home, and he entered the same way he had the day before. Hermione's door was open, and soft music was playing inside.
"Is that you, Harry?" Hermione asked. She was stretching on a yoga mat, dressed in black leggings and a loose white tank top, her sports bra visible from the sides. Her hair was short enough not to need tying up and fell to the side as she bent at an angle while stretching.
"Hey," he said. "Not streaming today?"
"I take breaks from time to time," Hermione said. She stood up, arching her back slightly in a way that accentuated her breasts.
Harry could still feel her mouth around his cock and tried not to stare at her for too long. Hermione sat on her bed, giving him space to enter her room. She leaned back on her elbows, smiling despite the slight tension between them.
"I need a new idea," Harry said. "To get to the bottom of who the woman in the video is."
"Looking at her tits didn't work?" Hermione asked. Harry frowned and scratched his head. "I... couldn't do it. That's going too far. It would be a real violation of her privacy, Hermione."
"You idiot," Hermione said. "By the way, how many times did you jerk off to that video?"
Harry felt his cheeks heat up a bit. He looked down.
"That's different," he said.
"It's exactly the same," Hermione said. "Even if it turns out not to be her, the reason it excites you is that you think it might be her."
Harry desperately wanted to argue, but he couldn't find the right words.
"So you watched a woman who might be her in a porn video and it turned you on," Hermione said. "And you're telling me you feel weird about seeing her naked for investigative purposes?"
"I feel weird about both those things," he mumbled. "But come on. You know what I mean. It just doesn't seem right."
Hermione sighed, the exhale causing her breasts to move slightly. She reached up and adjusted her sports bra, drawing even more of Harry's attention to them.
"Never mind," she said. "Are you sure you even want to know the truth?"
Harry hesitated. "I do. I need to know the truth. That stupid video is haunting me, Hermione."
He shuddered as an image of the sensual likeness of stepmother appeared in his mind. Even that was enough to get him partially aroused.
"I'm not going to abandon the idea," Hermione said. "I think we should come back to it later in a different form. But for now, I have another idea. It's not as good, but we can explore it."
"I'm listening," he said.
"Did it ever strike you as strange that you didn't recognize the bedroom where the video was filmed?" Hermione asked.
"No," he replied. "Why would it? If the woman isn't my stepmother, then of course I wouldn't recognize the bedroom."
"But assuming it is your mom," Hermione said, "she would have had to film it somewhere other than your house."
"Are you saying you think she had an accomplice?" This thought made Harry nauseous. His stepmother, in the bedroom of some disgusting man, recording a filthy video. He really didn't like thinking about it.
"We already established that the video was self-recorded," Hermione said. "I mean, if it's your mom in the video, she could have used her job as a real estate agent. What if the house where the video was filmed is one she's currently trying to sell?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at that. "She keeps a map of the houses she's handling on the fridge door. We could check it out."
"Perfect," Hermione said. "Let's meet back here in ten minutes?"
When Harry returned with the map, Hermione had changed. Instead of leggings, she was wearing tight jeans that showcased her hips, butt, and thighs nicely. Her blouse was red, long-sleeved, with a vertical slit revealing her cleavage, held together by a few strings that looked ready to come undone.
Hermione smiled and tapped her finger on her brown lips when she noticed Harry staring.
"The next thing I know, you'll be obsessed with one of my videos," Hermione said.
"Do you seriously have videos of your online cam shows?" Harry asked.
Hermione blushed and looked away. "A few. Seriously, it would be weird if you looked me up."
Harry laughed at her reaction. It was sobering, like it put what they were doing into context. Maybe the fact that he knew Hermione was a cam girl made him so ready to believe his stepmother could expose herself the same way. Maybe he was too prepared to look for this kind of thing and find similarities where there were none.
Or maybe not.
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All the houses were within walking distance, and Harry and Hermione reached the first one in just a few minutes. It was a normal-looking house in a suburban neighborhood. Harry started to walk towards the front door, but Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"Wait," she said. "I just saw someone pass by the window."
Harry frowned but waited as she suggested. A minute or two passed, and then Bellatrix emerged, followed by a tall, blond man. Bellatrix was wearing a pink blouse and a gray skirt, her hair in a neat bun. She wore heels, smiled, and was engaged in a lively conversation with the man, who seemed very interested in her.
Hermione said nothing, which only heightened Harry's suspicions. It could just be work-related, a potential house sale in progress. But adding the video into the equation made it impossible for him to watch their interaction without his mind going to strange places.
The man smiled at his stepmother and leaned in closer, whispering something in her ear. Bellatrix raised her hand to her mouth, smiled at him, and nodded. Harry felt his heart lodge in his throat as they turned back towards the house.
A woman, tall, red-haired, and reasonably attractive, came out. She walked over to the man and wrapped her arm around him. She seemed to ask Bellatrix something, and then the three of them disappeared back inside, likely to check out other aspects of the property. Harry sighed with relief.
"I doubt this house is the one we're looking for," Hermione said.
"Why not?"
"I got a glimpse of the interior when the door opened," Hermione said. "The decor doesn't match what we saw in the video."
"I'll take your word for it," Harry said. Spying on his mom while she was at work made him feel as uncomfortable as everything else he'd done over the past few days.
They moved on to the next house, which also seemed to have people inside. This time, it looked like they were in the final stages of moving out. If the house matched the one they were looking for, it would be hard to confirm after all the furniture had been removed.
"Let's try the last one," Hermione said. "You never know. It might be a match."
"Maybe," Harry said, frowning slightly, unsure how he felt about that possibility.
The last house was at the end of a cul-de-sac. Harry recognized it by the stepmother's real estate company's sign in the front yard. He and Hermione waited, watching the windows for any sign that someone was inside. When they were sure it was empty, they headed for the door. "Locked," Hermione said.
"Of course it is," Harry said. "Let's try a window." They were more conspicuous than they intended, but one of the windows overlooking the backyard was open. Harry opened it, carefully checked the neighboring houses to make sure the coast was clear, then climbed through.
The house's interior was clean and mostly unfurnished, except for the essentials. He looked around the living room, which still had a couch and a TV stand but no electronics.
"Alright," he said. "Let's check the bedrooms and get out of here."
Hermione nodded and followed him upstairs. There were four bedrooms, and while they were still finished, they felt spartan and bare. None matched the room where the video had been filmed.
"Does this convince you?" Hermione asked. "If the video was filmed recently, where else would your mom have access?"
"It could have been a hotel room," Harry said.
"It wasn't," Hermione said. "We'd be able to tell."
"She could have rented a living room for a day through the internet," Harry said. "You know. Airbnb. Things like that."
Hermione frowned and shook her head. "That's ridiculous, and you know it."
"Or it could have been filmed some time ago," Harry said. "In another house she was selling."
Hermione looked at him curiously, tapping a finger against her lips. "You look like you want to prove she's the woman in the video."
"What?" Harry looked at her. "That's ridiculous..."
"Then why can't you let it go?" Hermione asked. "If you can't find any evidence besides the woman looking like your mom, why not just drop it?"
"Her voice..." Harry muttered. Even thinking about it caused a wave of excitement in him. He shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe you're right."
He wanted her to be right... didn't he? It was hard to let go of his suspicions. In a way, it felt almost like a detective giving up on a suspect despite a gut feeling telling him he had the criminal he was looking for. But this was his stepmother they were talking about. What could he do if he found out it was her? What would he do? Confront her?
He felt his cock hardening in his jeans and groaned, irritated by how strangely arousing the whole subject was. It was his body, not him, he reminded himself. It wasn't something he could control.
Hermione looked like she was about to say something, but before she could, her phone rang. She turned and answered it.
"Hello?" she said. "Fleur. No, I'm just..."
She was silent for a moment, and Harry could sense fear in her body language.
"I'm not at home right now," Hermione said. "I'm in the middle of something. And I'm with Harry. Maybe later..."
She fell silent again. Turning to Harry, she covered the microphone on her cell phone.
"It's Fleur," Hermione said. "She wants me to do a show for her. Right now."
Harry shook his head. "That's a bad idea for a hundred different reasons."
"She's threatening to stop tipping me altogether," Hermione said. "It would just be a quick strip show."
"Hermione..." Harry reached out to put his hand on her shoulder, but she was already back on the phone.
"He agreed," Hermione said. "FaceTime me, and I'll do a quick show for you."
She browsed through the apps on her phone, bringing up FaceTime. Fleur's smiling face appeared on the screen. Hermione propped up the camera on the bed, using one of the pillows to keep it at a decent filming angle. "Hello, Harry," Fleur said. "What a treat to have you there too."
"Hermione..." Harry frowned at her, but he felt his own emotions betraying his protest. The memory of the last time was still hot in his mind. He looked at Hermione, recalling the feel of her mouth and tongue. He felt himself getting hard despite his objections.
"You'll enjoy this," Fleur said. "To start, I'd like to see more of both of you. And I'm sure you both want to see more of each other too."
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