Just a warning, this story is not going to be for everyone. I understand that these topics may upset some people. If you are one of these people, please just don't read it. This story will contain incest, underage and some other kinky shit. Please don't message me about it, just move on.

This story is adapted from one that I read way back in the day called "My Neighbor's Incest". While there will be many striking similarities between that story and this, I will attempt to change enough to make this story my own. I'm not trying to plagiarize, merely imitate. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. The story will likely follow the same plot, but will be changed as I see fit.

Story Notes, these will be updated as the story progresses, maybe return to them from time to time to see what I've added.

-Harry lives with his mother, Lily, and younger sister, Rose.

-James Potter died shortly before Rose was born from a terrorist attack by Voldemort.

-No boy who lived, there will be no prophecy or any such nonsense

-School years work as follows, you have to be 11 to start first year, you can turn 12 in first year, and so on. I.E. For third, its 13/14

-Story starts in early August of 1995

-Harry is 14, his birthday is August 31st, making him 15 to start his fifth year. I am changing this from JK Rowling because July 31st is too early in the summer.

-Rose sister is 12, her birthday is October 11th, yes 10/11, I intend a future chapter way in the future for 10/11/12. Fight me brits. This will make her a 2nd year even though she's barely 2 years younger than Harry.

-Fleur is 17, her birthday is March 15th, beware the Ides of March. Makes her 7th year

-Gabrielle is 13, her birthday is April 14th, makes her a third year.

-Lily is 3

-Hogwarts is still a magical school, but the students go home at the end of the day. It starts when the kids turn 11 and they attend the 7 years until they are 18, or in Harry's case, 17.75 years old.

Let's Go.

Chapter 1

"Mom, it's going to be SOOO hot up there," Harry complained to his mother, "Can't I do it tonight?"

"Harry, stop complaining and go find that box. It won't be that bad," Lily replied.

There was no changing her mind, so Harry put a chair under the attic door, got on it and lifted the access panel out of the way. Grabbing the edges, he hoisted himself up and pulled his lower body in. It wasn't as hot as he expected, but it was still plenty hot. "I'm melting." Harry complained to himself

"Call me when you find it," his mother called from below, "I'll be in the kitchen."

By the time he reached the far end of the attic, where his mother told him to look, he was sweating profusely. There it was, a box labeled arts and crafts, 'arts and craps', as far as Harry was concerned.

Shuffling some loose items out from around it, he bent over to pick it up, putting his eyesight in line with the air vent, and realized he could see the neighbor's house through the slats. How had he never noticed this before?

Setting the box off to the side, he returned to peer through the vent. As he got close, he was pleased at what met his gaze. The increased height of the attic allowed him to see over their fence, into the backyard. Pushing one of the slats up for a better view, he focused his attention, mentally noting what he could see.

Harry knew little of his neighbors, he knew they were foreign, immigrated from France to England at the beginning of summer. He knew they had 2 daughters, one much older than Harry, 17 years old if he remembered right, and the younger one was in between him and his little sister Rose being 14 years old. Straining his brain, he remembered their names, the Delacours.

They have a swimming pool, he'd heard them splashing and laughing, but never been invited over. His heart jerked, then pounded at the sight. Mrs. Delacour was lying on a lounge chair, face down. She was a gorgeous woman, who had enraged Harry's horniness, giving him a hardon in just her regular clothes. Now, her ass presented itself to him, barely covered by her bikini bottoms.

He wished he had his Omniocular up in the attic with him, having purchased it last year at the Quidditch World Cup. Even without them, it was clear there wasn't a top to her bikini. Her bare back sparkled from the sun tan lotion, applied heavily against her fair skin to protect from the harsh summer sun.

His teenage cock responded immediately. How long would he have before his mother started calling him? Undoing the zipper, he freed his rod and started stroking, hoping Mrs. Delacour would flip over and show her beautiful breasts.

He jerked with the speed only a kid can manage. His balls firmed as they filled, readying his cock to blast out sperm. He wanted to wait and see if she would get up, but his eager cock preemptively emptied itself, shooting a stream of cum onto the vent and floor.

As he was coming down from his orgasm, she turned over and sat up. There they were, her sizable, glorious tits. Large nipples stuck straight out from the small hills of her areola. A second wind hit Harry as he began stroking again, using his own cum as lubrication.

He couldn't believe he had tried to get out of coming into this hot attic, into heaven. Mrs. Delacour stood up, her melons jiggled, but remained shapely, defying gravity. She was so beautiful with clothes on. This was too much for Harry, as he shot another load.

He had once came six times looking at the erotic Quibbler magazine, would Mrs. Delacour make him break that record. The woman on the other side of the fence did the unimaginable, and his cum slicked fist started moving up and down his cock again.

Hooking her thumbs in the waistband, she slid her bottoms down gracefully, bending over to present her shapely bottom to Harry's perverted gaze. Erecting herself, she laid them neatly on the table beside her lounge chair.

Harry's heart raced, he had never seen a woman's pussy in real life. He redoubled his efforts, increasing the speed of his strokes while Mrs. Delacour turned, bent over again, pointing her ass in his direction. She climbed back onto the chair on her hands and knees. She stayed that way long enough for Harry to imagine being behind her and jamming his dick into her warm hole. Oh, what would it be like to finally stick my cock inside a real woman instead of his hand?

He beat his cock like a madman, her beautiful round ass was demanding he give it more cum. His third orgasm started to boil inside his balls, but before he could launch it, his mother called out his name. Between gasps of air, he yelled back, "I'm coming," but stayed right there until he was actually cumming. The volume was diminished, but his third orgasm still managed to reach the vents.

If his mother wasn't waiting for him to hand down that stupid box to her, he could have stayed in the torrid heat all day, jerking off to Mrs. Delacour. Announcing his approach, he yelled out "Here I come, Mom," packing his still erect cock back into his shorts before grabbing the box and heading to the attic's entrance.

"What took you so long," his mother inquired?

"Nothing, I was just looking around," he responded, handing the box down to her. While he lowered himself from the attic, he realized a bulge or wet spot from his dripping cock might be in his mother's face. Hopefully she wouldn't notice.

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Time passed so slowly, no matter how hard he tried to think about something else, his thoughts kept returning to his naked neighbor. She could have still been right on the other side of that fence. Walking out of his room into the main body of the house confirmed his mother was gone. He prayed Mrs. Delacour was still outside naked. Climbing back up into the attic, this time he brought his Omniocular. He'd have to act fast if he saw his mother's car.

'JACKPOT', he called in his thoughts upon seeing his neighbor. She was on her back now, her jugs stood proud into the air. Her knees were bent up, slightly parted. Bringing the Omniocular to his eye, he zoomed in and focused right between her legs. He was so close he could make out the individual wrinkles of her MILF pussy.

She was so beautiful and sexy, he could hardly believe she was naked. He cock became rock hard, straining against the zipper of his shorts. He moved up and down her body, taking it all in. He wanted to beat off, but couldn't and not shake the omniocular, potentially causing him motion sickness. He'd just watch her for now.

Mrs. Delacour turned her head toward the house like she heard something, then Harry saw the older of her two daughters, Fleur if his memory served him right. He knew Fleur, but not as well as he'd like. She was extremely hot, seventeen, soon to be eighteen, the new girl, and all the guys fawned over her.

As a fourteen year old, slightly nerdy kid, he would greet her with a "Hi" when he saw her in the driveway, though she mostly ignored him. Fleur didn't seem to notice that her mother was nude, or she didn't care. Harry started to wonder what kind of people he lived next door to. He had never seen his mother naked in the house, and knew she would never be caught dead outside naked, even if they had a fence and a moat.

Fleur got a chair for herself as she talked with her mother, coming to unfold it next to her mother's. Harry had already thought he had died and gone to heaven when he saw Mrs. Delacour, but when Fleur started lifting her shirt, his teenage brain could hardly comprehend it.

Her tits were unnaturally large for a seventeen year old. Like her mother's they didn't swing or hang, remaining firm on her chest. They appeared slightly smaller than her mothers, but youth granted them firmness over her mother. Puffy cone shaped red nipples popping out the front of her perky tits.

She then began to slowly lower her tight shorts, wiggling her round butt to get them past it. Her ass cheeks popped out, rapidly returning to their shape, unhindered by the cotton containment. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

His cock couldn't take anymore, he grabbed his rigid flesh as he watched Fleur lie down on her back next to her mother. Putting the omniocular down, he ripped his zipper open, releasing his cock to the hot air of the attic. He began jerking himself like an animal in heat. Two beautiful nude women, mother and daughter, on display for him. Wow, this was going to be a hell of a summer.

—-

For the next few days, he checked on the Delacours every chance he got, but had been very disappointed. They either weren't home or they weren't outside when his mother was gone. It had also gotten progressively hotter in the attic. He was considering giving up, until late one afternoon. His mother had to go to the store, one last try, he decided and rushed into the attic. He yearned to see somebody without their clothes.

Arriving at the vent, he squinted out the vent, finding the bodies of Mrs. Delacour and her daughter in the backyard. At first, he thought it was Fleur, but looking closer, he realized it was her little sister, Gabrielle. She's only thirteen, he'd previously never paid her much attention, for the same reason Fleur didn't pay him any. However, his thinking suddenly changed. Gabrielle was naked. She had a cute little butt and bumps on her chest, showing signs that maybe she'd turn out like her mother and sister.

He had questioned his neighbor's morals last week when Mrs. Delacour and Fleur were outside together nude, but today Mrs. Delacour and her thirteen year old daughter were doing the same thing. That family isn't anything like his, or any he knew around here. Maybe that's normal in France where they came from, but here in England, that's not normal. Harry didn't mind, that's for sure.

I looked closely at Gabrielle through the omniocular, she was smooth between her legs, just like her mother and sister, though she didn't have curves like her sister. Her bald slit excited him very much. Her tits weren't really tits yet, just hard nipples sticking out of her little lumps, resembling dark red cherries.

Gabrielle shifted her legs, putting a foot on each side of the chair, like she was going to get up, but she didn't. She stayed right there with her legs open, the sun beating down on her puffy pussy lips, which became slightly separated from her legs. Wow, he was more excited watching Gabrielle than her mother. Maybe because he actually had a chance with her?

The sound of a car made him look up front, relieved it wasn't his mother. It was Mr. Delacour. He became disappointed, figuring the girls would cover up and go into the house. He didn't think Mr. Delacour would approve of them sitting around nude in the yard.

He watched closely to see how they'd reacted to the sound of the car door. They just continued chatting or doing whatever they were doing. Gabrielle flipped over on her stomach, her butt was very sexy for such a young girl. Harry's attention was recaptured by Mrs. Delacour's nipples, which were rock hard.

Finally Mrs. Delacour looked toward the back door, it opened and Mr. Delacour came out. Harry's naïve world was turned completely upside down and inside out, he would probably never be the same. Mr. Delacour walked toward his wife with nothing on and a larger than average cock hanging between his legs.

Harry had never seen a man's dick before, but was pretty sure it was above average. He couldn't even imagine something that big hanging between his own legs. It was the size of his arm as it swayed back and forth with his gait. It was only semi-hard, how would it be if it got as hard as Harry was now?

'I guess they're nudists, a whole family of nudists' Harry mused to himself. Approaching his wife and daughter, Gabrielle looked up, probably saying hello, before returning her head to the chair. Harry wondered what she thought about her father's meat log hanging there in front of her eyes. Suddenly, that thought was completely eradicated.

Mr. Delacour presented his meet to Mrs. Delacour, who reached for her husband's cock, lifted it toward her face. Opening her mouth for his dick head, she sucked him into her plump lips. 'My god, she's going to give him head' he thought. He had heard about blow jobs, but never seen one, especially in the backyard while your daughter is there.

Harry didn't bother jerking off, his eye glued to Mrs. Delacour's mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around that cock. With each suck, he grew until it was standing straight out. Mrs. Delacour had to sit up higher to line her face up with it. He grabbed her head on each side and back rocking his hips back and forth, shoving a little more of his giant pipe into her mouth.

Harry couldn't believe how much fit, it must have been going down her throat. Zooming in, he could see her lips sliding up and down the length. Her mouth and her cheeks puffed out with each forward thrust of his hips. In and out he went while she jerked whatever didn't fit, her other hand massaging her glorious tits.

Mr. Delacour was face fucking his wife, his giant balls slapping against her chin. Harry wondered if he was going to send his cum down her throat or if he would pull it out and splatter her face. So engrossed in the blowjob, he completely forgot Gabrielle was there. Remembering the presence of the youngest Delacour, he dropped the omniocular to get a wide view.

There she was, kneeling, her face right next to Mrs. Delacour's. What the fuck was going to happen now? Putting the omniocular back to his eyes, Harry witnessed Mrs. Delacour take her husband's dick out of her mouth, with her hand wrapped around the shaft she positioned it in front of Gabrielle's face.

Gabrielle's tongue rolled out and licked her father's dick. Harry's balls erupted, cum shooting out my cock, splattering against the wall. Never in his wildest fantasies could he have come up with anything more erotic. How could he have? He's only thirteen and has only seen Quibbler a couple of times.

Gabrielle's mouth stretched open to fit him inside, but she looked like she knew what she was doing. How many times had she worked that fat cock head in and out between her teeth? She wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard. The head popped out of her mouth and she licked it like it was her favorite ice pop.

Mr. Delacour started jerking his shaft and pushed the head back in Susan's mouth. Mrs. Delacour kneaded his balls, rubbing her hand up and down his ass crack. He then pulled back, dislodging his cockhead from Gabrielle's mouth before thrusting forward, jamming his cock into her face.

Cum splattered all over her face as he erupted out his orgasm. He repeated his thrust, this time aiming at Mrs. Delacour's open mouth. A thick rope spewed out, filling her mouth full of white goop. She gulped and swallowed the fluid as it landed, smacking her lips at the delicious teat.

Mr. Delacour squeezed the base of his enormous rod and slid his hand up toward the top, working out the last bits of cum. Gabrielle placed her mouth on the head and sucked the last drops of cum from her daddy's dick. Pulling back, she licked her lips and smiled up at him before swallowing down the treat he had given her.

Mrs. Delacour leaned in and began licking the cum from her daughter's face. Her tongue wandered all over in search of any remaining taste of the treat Mr. Delacour had deposited. Gabrielle's eyes drifted shut as she enjoyed the tongue bath. Her lips even drifted up in a small smile as she basked in the attention.

Having finished her expedition, Mrs. Delacour pulled Gabrielle's hair back lightly, causing the young girl to crane her neck back. Her mouth fell open, Mrs. Delacour hovered over her mouth, depositing a mixture of cum and spit into her daughter's awaiting maw. One last blast of cum rocketed from Harry's cock, blasting the already soaked wall before him.

—-

Sleep eluded Harry that night. He tossed and turned as the images of that day flashed through his mind. He had masturbated three times, but that didn't help. He was exhausted but couldn't find the ability to fall asleep.

His hand wandered under the waistband of his soft pajamas, already soaked from his previous jerkings. Finding his hard cock, he began jerking again as the scenes played in his mind's eye. Pleasure washed over him shortly after as he painted the inside of his pajama bottoms again.

He finally managed to find slumber's embrace, though he remained horny for days after, unable to shut off the erotic picture show that danced in his head.

End Chapter 1