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Then she slumped onto him, her hot mouth taking the head as Harry blacked out from pleasure. A flash of awareness hit, and Harry jerked his head to the side to find his aunt still standing in the shadows. Her towel had fallen, and one arm was propped against the wall while her hand worked in the bottom of her bikini. The sight made his blood run cold, and he saw his aunt smile when he heard Daphne's reaction.

"Oh God... this is getting even harder!"

Most people would like the idea... but this was the best reaction Harry Potter had ever had – he admitted, finding ease in speaking in this fucked-up situation. When his aunt's eyes met his for a brief second, he saw understanding in them, even as Daphne made a sound of disbelief. The sensation of her tongue and lips pulled his gaze back down, and he was treated to the sight of her tiny jaw stretching and his thick cock disappearing down her throat. Instead of the tight, hard ring, somehow her muscles relaxed, and heavenly warmth sucked him in as she swallowed.

"Holy fuck," Harry groaned, reaching out to steady himself on the wall and the top of her head.

His shock at being deepthroated was great, but from Daphne's wide eyes and the slow, careful way she withdrew from his cock, he could tell she was even more surprised. The bulge in her throat constricted, and at some point, she was able to breathe deeply through her nose. He tried to withdraw completely, but Daphne stopped him with a firm grip on his ass and a gurgling choke as she tried to take him back down.

"Good girl," his aunt's hissing whisper sent a shiver through Daphne, and her knees gave a jerk, her eyes rolling wildly but only for a second.

"SGO FAGNG FUGH MAGH THRUAGHFT!" The general gist of her words made him tighten his grip on the top of her head. Unable to tear his gaze away from the incredible sight, he fucked her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts.

Even more amazing than the feeling of her tight throat enveloping his cock was the expression of pure desire on the girl's face. He thought she was just being nice, but watching Daphne's eyelids fluttering in ecstasy every time his cock stretched her throat, he began to believe otherwise.

Lifting his gaze, he let out a trembling moan as he saw his aunt touching herself against the wall. Her massive breasts were swaying heavily, and the fabric of her bikini bottoms was bulging around the hand working there. Daphne let out a deep, guttural moan, drawing his attention back to her face.

As Harry Potter pulled his cock out of her mouth, the woman gasped for air and quickly ran her hands over it. She turned her head to the side and noticed Harry's aunt in the hallway.

"Suck it, you little slut," Harry growled, causing his aunt to let out a shuddering breath as his balls pulsed.

"Okay," Daphne muttered as she ran her tongue up and around his cockhead while circling the shaft with her hands. She was marveling at its girth, barely able to encompass its circumference with both her hands. Daphne slid her mouth back down onto the head.

Harry growled in pleasure, his toes curling and his thighs trembling as he watched the young woman pleasure him.

"Yes!" Harry heard someone screaming, but he couldn't be sure if it was Daphne, his aunt, or both. It didn't matter, though, because the floodgates opened and Harry's pleasure washed over him.

He watched as his cum covered Daphne in thick ropes, panting and nearly toppling over as his knees went weak. Daphne's moans and the shaking of her hips told Harry that she was experiencing her own ecstasy.

"Fuck, you covered me," Daphne breathed, looking down at herself with a mixture of shock and pleasure. "Jesus... I'm a mess... a cum-soaked whore..."

Daphne's attention turned to Harry's aunt, who was frozen against the wall. Envy flickered across the older woman's features as she watched Daphne and Harry.

The sound of someone approaching made Daphne stand up and Harry's aunt quickly retreat up the stairs. Daphne grabbed a towel and left the room, but not before reminding Harry to keep their encounter a secret from Rose. She stole a kiss from Harry and whispered that she would wake him up with her tight pussy at dawn.

Harry stumbled out of the room, picking up his wet clothes and towel. He could hear Rose and Fleur's voices downstairs, but his head felt stuffed with cotton as he searched for the radio. With the storm raging outside, it took Harry Potter a few minutes to find a signal on the radio and a few more to tune it to the emergency frequency. Upstairs, he could hear his sister and her friend Fleur laughing at something, but his attention was drawn to the repeating emergency broadcast.

"This is an emergency transmission system. Repeat. This is an emergency transmission system. Heavy snowfall has caused treacherous conditions in the mountains. If your household is located above seven thousand feet, stay indoors until the storm passes. I repeat. Stay indoors for the next five days. Heavy snowfall has caused treacherous conditions in the mountains. If your household is located above seven thousand feet, stay indoors until the storm passes. Repeat. Stay indoors for the next five days. This is an alarm transmission system. Repeat. This is an emergency broadcast system."

Realizing that the noise they had heard earlier was likely an avalanche, Harry's sister came downstairs, towel-drying her hair. Harry couldn't help but think about his recent encounter with her friend, who had been on his knees, soaked with cum.

"What?" his sister furrowed her brows, noticing his gaze.

"Nothing, I'm just wondering if we'll have enough fuel crystals for the generator. It'll be screwed if we run out of power," Harry said, trying to change the subject.

His sister shrugged as she filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove. "It might not be that bad. We have candles for light, and we can build a fire. Did you see that box in the living room? It's filled with board games."

Harry was surprised by his sister's sudden change in attitude, as she was always attached to her devices. She explained that being trapped at home without internet had allowed her and Fleur to have deep conversations and enjoy each other's company.

"You need to learn to relax," his sister said, shaking her head. "You're almost as bad as Auntie sometimes. Speaking of which, does she know about the emergency message?"

Harry shook his head, and his sister grimaced. "I don't envy you telling her. She'll freak out."

Harry stiffened at the mention of his aunt, and his sister noticed his expression.

"I'd go with you, but I feel like I'll only stress her out more. You have a magic touch with Auntie," she said sympathetically, handing him a bottle of champagne. "Ammunition for your battle."

Harry Potter took the bottle of champagne from his sister and turned towards the door, not wanting to delay his task any longer. But before he could reach his aunt's room, his sister called out to him.

"We're doing another photoshoot tomorrow morning. The video you made turned out great, and Daphne had a crazy idea... If you want to help again..."

Harry couldn't help but smile. "You could just ask me for help," he replied.

"And you could thank me for letting you score with my sexy friends again," his sister retorted, sticking her tongue out playfully as she brought him her tea.

As she passed by him, Harry thought he detected a hint of warmth in her voice and a smoky look in her eyes. He couldn't help but stare at her bikini-clad ass bouncing in front of him.

"Do you know what's happening with Daphne? She's been in the shower for ten minutes, but no water is flowing," his sister asked, interrupting his trance.

"I have no idea," Harry replied, trying to ignore the high pitch in his voice as he headed upstairs.

As he approached his aunt's room, Harry took a deep breath and held it for a slow count of three before gathering the courage to knock.

"Come in, Harry," his aunt's calm voice called out. Harry turned the knob and entered, relieved to see that his aunt seemed unaffected by the awkwardness he felt.

The room was dimly lit by a small night lamp, and his aunt sat in front of her vanity mirror, brushing her long blonde hair. She turned to him, cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

"Did you bring the glasses?" she asked Harry with a radiant smile when she noticed the bottle. When he grimaced, she waved her hand dismissively. "I don't mind drinking from the bottle if you do," she said, winking at him. She patted the bed next to her. "Come and sit. We need to talk."

Harry sat rigidly, his mind already conjuring arguments for whatever she might say, but she remained silent. Instead, she took the bottle from his hands and tilted it back to take a long sip. Pausing to swallow, she took another sip and then handed it to him, wiping her mouth with a smile that made her look half her age.

"I haven't done this since Hogwarts," she said, her eyes brightening as he took a big sip, and then another, feeling happy as the alcohol began to warm his insides and relax the tension in his shoulders.

"I tuned into the alarm transmission, and you won't like what I heard." She looked worried as he delivered the message and took another long sip from the bottle.

"Rose is right. We have food, wood, and candles if needed." She stood up and nodded, taking it better than he had expected, then looked at him with warm eyes that warned him of what was to come. "Now I think we should talk." He closed his eyes and felt his cheeks burn. "About how I can help you with that horrible image of yourself."

His eyes opened, and a dozen questions rushed through his mind, but he kept his mouth shut as she continued, speaking in a soft yet insistent voice. The only evidence that she was saying something extraordinary was the redness filling her cheeks and extending down her neck.

"I can see how men with your... blessing... can develop insecurities at a young age. I knew a boy at Hogwarts who had the same... problem. He was a dear friend whose life became unhappy due to fear of what others would say or how they would react... Have you experienced that?" Unable to meet her gaze, he nodded.

After that, he took a long sip from the bottle, seeing that it was almost empty. "And that was... Hermione's problem?"

"One of them," he said, hating the harshness of his voice but unable to remove the frog in his throat. He reached for the bottle again, but his mom stopped him with a warm hand, gently taking it from his fingers.

"Poor boy." She grabbed one of his hands and held it tightly. Then, taking a deep breath, she hurriedly spoke as if she wanted to say those words before courage failed her. "No one should think they are monstrous or inadequate. I can help you, Harry. I'll show you how beautiful and perfect you are, and for those of us with fetishes, you're ideal."

"What are you saying...?"

She tilted the bottle back, finishing the last glass of champagne and placed it on the desk behind her. Sliding off the chair, she sat on her knees, her hand gripping his sliding down to his thigh, while the other crept up his knee, her fingertips finding their way under the fabric of his shorts.

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