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Falling back onto the snow, he gasped as steam rose from his body, and he watched as Fleur nestled herself between Rose's spread thighs and licked his cum from her pussy. The sight made him stiffen again, but the girls warned him that a long day awaited him.
"I desire you," Fleur breathed into his mouth, pulling her close, but she pulled away after a hot kiss with a mischievous smile.
"And I desire you, but I'm sore, and there's something else I desire just as much." Her eyes met sister's eyes as she pressed her lips to his ear, and after looking at Rose, who stood above them, she knew exactly what her friend was saying to her. "Tonight, you will fuck your aunt's ass, and I will watch as your sister devours me... Do you want to watch that? And then, to show my... appreciation... Daph will join your sister and us in the hot tub, where you can do anything you want to us... anything. And I really hope you want what I think you want because her tiny ass will look so hot with your huge cock sliding into it."
She turned to him at the end with a cheeky smile, and he felt her smile turn wolfish as she glanced at his sister.
"It may have been a mistake to set you two up." Rose smiled and helped her friend up. "You're going to join forces against me, aren't you?"
"We would need an army of help to stand a chance," he said, earning a nod from Fleur and a smile from sister.
"Just as I said before, Fleur," Rose said to her friend, "whatever you want... If I can have those two things." "Of course," Fleur said. As Harry stood up, the taller blonde draped her arms around his sister, hugging her tightly. There's nothing hotter than two topless girls embracing in the snow, unless they're kissing like lovers. "But you have to tell me every detail. I'll get to know her side, but I want to know yours too.
The blonde's blue eyes sparkled with excitement as Harry directed their attention to him.
"What are you talking about?"
"It's about the Red Notebook," Rose said, and when he furrowed his brow, she dismissed it. "I'll tell you about it later. We better get off the mountain before it's too late, or mom will be furious."
"Listen to her, alright?" Fleur said, fastening her jacket around her chin. Rose strapped herself to the board as her friend approached closer. "If it's no big deal to you, but I know that Rose really cares about it, and... you can help her. Who knows, you might even have a good time?"
"You love this, don't you?"
"The thrill is killing you, isn't it?" Lunging forward to kiss him, she held onto him tightly, then hopped onto her board.
Harry had his suspicions about the Red Notebook after Rose's allusion, and he let them believe they had him hooked. They glided down the powder that softened under the afternoon sun. Harry suspected they had another two or three days of good snow ahead if another storm didn't come.
The girls ran into the house after stowing their gear, but Harry remained outside. The car was still buried in snow, but he spent an hour clearing off the solar panels and ensuring all the ventilation holes were clear. When he entered the house, his hands were already thawed, and the sounds from upstairs indicated that the girls were getting ready for the evening.
He was taken aback as he passed by the bathroom and saw a couple emerging from the shower, and even more shocked when the door opened and he saw the dripping, naked figures of mom and Daphne. Daphne smiled at him and waved him in.
"The water is hot, and you look like you could use it." A blush spread from her aunt's cheeks down her neck as she stood behind the little girl, but she made no move to hide what they were doing. He took her up on her offer and slipped out of his clothes, finding a warm welcome in their embrace.
They didn't let things progress further, limiting themselves to touching and caressing and occasional quick sucking, but he didn't mind. It was a welcome respite, and he drew closer to both of them as they silently washed each other. It was clear that mom and Daphne had a connection. They not only shared similar fetishes but also hobbies, and Harry found solace in this budding relationship.
After the shower, Harry collapsed onto the bed and passed out for a few hours, waking up to the smell of something delicious baking in the oven. Getting dressed, he followed the sounds of laughter downstairs and found the girls and mom enjoying a platter of cheese and meat, accompanied by champagne.
"And here he is." mom's smile was slightly softened, indicating that it wasn't her first glass. "Hungry?"
"Hungry," Harry replied, and she jumped up and started pulling pans out of the oven.
"She wanted to cook a special feast for her foster son," Rose said, smiling with amusement at her mom as she walked away. "Before you enjoy your special feast."
"Not at the table, Rose," mom warned with a hint of firmness that was uncharacteristic of her. "We're going to have a pleasant conversation and a delightful meal before... anything else happens."
"She's excited about tonight," Fleur whispered, approaching and pressing herself against Harry. "She's been oscillating between excitement and irritability for an hour, but when she heard you were coming downstairs, she seemed to relax."
"Girls, please, set the table. The food is ready. I just need to pour Harry his beer." Fleur winked at him as her mom bustled around the kitchen, and with a quick kiss, she slipped away to help her friends set the table.
"Everything okay?" Harry asked, stepping closer and wrapping his arm around his mom's waist. The feeling of her rounded hips under the tight apron made blood rush to his pants, even more so when she blinked at him from beneath long lashes and her arms spread, revealing a neckline that had a devastating effect.
"I'm all... Daphne gave me... entertainment." A pretty pink hue tinged her cheeks as she glanced down. "Now that it's... comfortable, I'm really looking forward to later..." Her eyes shifted to him, full of concern, shyness, and excitement all at once.
"I love you," Harry said, and the worry vanished from her face as she pulled him into a warm kiss.
"I love you too, my beautiful boy," she said with a smile before her eyes widened. "Carrots!"
Breaking free from his embrace, she rushed to the stove and turned off the burner where the glazed carrots were warming. He helped her serve the dishes family-style, and they all sat down to the meal. The conversation never became dull or awkward, and Harry found that he could barely taste the delicious food because he was so absorbed in Fleur and Rose, who sat beside him.
Harry got lost in a conversation with Daphne about fashion brands and European designers, while Rose presented her plan to him. He considered it crazy, like all her ideas, but when she explained it, he realized she had gone further in the planning than she had suggested earlier.
"All you need is a photo for confirmation, and she wants to continue. I know I'm asking a lot of you, Harry, but opportunities like this don't come often... if ever. But it's up to you."
"I need to think about it, Daph," Harry said, uncertain about what she had asked of him. Fleur looked at him with understanding, but behind her smile, he detected a hint of disappointment. However, there was warmth in her voice as she reached out and took his hand. "It's your decision, but if you choose to do it, you have my support." Disappointment turned into a sense of guilt, and pale patches appeared on Fleur's cheeks as she looked down. "I'm sorry, this idea really excited me." "Never apologize for that," Harry chuckled, shifting his gaze to Bellatrix, who was squirming uncomfortably in her seat. He reminded Fleur of what awaited her, and the blonde's lips curved into a smile.
"Is everyone ready for dessert?" Daphne asked, speaking loudly enough to interrupt the conversation between mom and Daphne.
The couple looked at each other with dramatically different expressions. Daphne looked like a cat who got the cream, while mom's face flushed. However, they both smiled at each other as the girls cleared the table. While they did that, Rose pulled Harry along and led him to the living room.
They rearranged the furniture, moving a cushioned armchair in front of the fireplace and positioning the sofa opposite so that he had a direct view of everything that was happening. Unlit candles were placed on almost every flat surface, and in the center of the room stood a cushioned ottoman, its placement peculiar.
"This is our way of thanking you for everything you've done for us," Rose said, planting a warm kiss on Harry's cheek and pulling away with a wink when he tried to draw her closer. "No, save that energy for your first... patron."
She didn't answer his questions but approached the bar in the room, poured a fiery whisky into a glass, and handed it to him before slipping out of the room with a final heated glance. Harry sat uncomfortably, wondering what exactly was coming, sipping his drink. The amber liquid burned its way down and sent vapors that tasted like smoke, and he relaxed, enjoying the warmth it brought as he waited.
One minute turned into two, and then into ten, but before Harry could start to worry, he heard creaking on the stairs and looked up to see the entire quartet entering the living room. His eyes widened as he saw what they were wearing, and they widened even further as the four of them stopped in the middle of the room.
Transparent white dresses covered each of them from shoulders to calves, with sashes at the waist. They looked almost like Roman togas, but no toga had ever revealed so much. Cascading down to their navels, the breathtaking view of each woman's breasts was visible, except for the areas where their nipples were covered. The skirts were lifted in the middle, allowing him to see the inner thighs of each of them.
The quasi-religious aspect of the presentation was further enhanced when each woman bowed her head. No wonder it was Rose who spoke, but her voice had a strange tone, almost intonation.
"Tonight, we have gathered here to commemorate the first meeting of the Red Sabbat," Rose began. Harry wanted to laugh at the name, and he could see a hint of a smile on mom's lips, but sister and her friends appeared so serious that he remained silent.
"We are a group of women united by a common purpose," Rose continued. "And we are devoted to it. We are worshippers of the most beautiful cock in the world..." Harry burst into laughter, but Rose gave him a sharp look that silenced him moments later. Blinking, she continued in the same intonation. "Bound to serve, we find our true places as women under its powerful influence. Tonight, we offer Bellatrix Black as a sacrifice to him."
"What does all this mean, Rose?"
It wasn't Rose who answered, but mom with an apologetic smile at her daughter. "It's our way of formalizing... whatever this is," she gestured to the group, "whatever it becomes. It was sister's idea, and I think it's a good one. It's also..." Her blush deepened. "A way for each of us to get exactly what we want... without petty jealousy and hurt feelings."
"She's right, Harry," Fleur said, a mischievous glint appearing in her serious gaze. "And besides, it will be great fun."
"Fun is an understatement," Daphne muttered under her breath, and after her heated glance, Harry knew where she stood on the matter.
"If there are no more objections..." Rose raised an eyebrow, daring the women to interrupt her. "The patron of the evening can present herself while we set the mood."
mom's blush deepened even further as she stood next to the cushioned stool. In the meantime, the girls moved around the room, lighting dozens of candles, creating a golden glow after the lights were dimmed. Harry didn't watch the girls work, but focused on mom's movements. There was something incredibly erotic about the pure white fabric wrapping around swaying, naked breasts, especially when he knew they were his and his alone.
She slid the white robe off her shoulders, allowing it to fall at her feet. She stood before him, naked and trembling. Harry noticed that the robe was actually a bedsheet, cut in half and fashioned into strips of fabric. He suspected that Daphne was behind the costumes, and his suspicions were confirmed when she hurried over and snatched the robe, carefully hanging it on the corner of the sofa.
"Please, be gentle with me," mom breathed before sitting on the cushioned ottoman.
Kneeling at one end, she rested her hands on the other end, with her back arched and chin lifted, presenting herself to him. When Harry saw the black bulb protruding between her plump buttocks, a smile spread across his lips.
Finishing his last Scotch, he stood up and approached her. The girls were sitting on the couch, huddled close together, watching with excited expressions. Ignoring the three teens, Harry let his eyes wander over mom's sexy body. Her breasts were so enormous that their tips rested on the cushions she knelt on. As he ran his fingers down her back and grabbed her breasts, mom let out a quiet moan, and he felt her body tense. Being embarrassed and exposed, being used as an object, were her two biggest triggers. A firm pinch and twist of one large nipple was all it took to bring her to orgasm.
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