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Stepping into the room, Harry found Daphne curled up on the bed, her face buried in a pillow. The vibrant energy that had filled her before was now absent, replaced by an atmosphere of palpable melancholy. Harry hesitated for a moment before sitting at Daphne's desk, observing her figure, noting the way her shoulders rose and fell with each breath.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently. "Does this happen often with James?"
Daphne lifted her head from the pillow, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It's not just that he left again," she said, her voice thick with anger and hurt. "It's that he ignores my mom, acting like she doesn't exist. He pretends everything's fine, but I know she's not happy."
Moved by her distress, Harry stood and walked over to the bed, placing a comforting hand on Daphne's shoulder. The contact was meant to soothe, a quiet gesture of solidarity in their shared frustration over James's frequent absences.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked, his gaze softening with concern.
Daphne turned to look at him, her expression filled with a quiet intensity. "You can be kind to Selene," she said after a moment, her voice sincere. "Let her... spend some time with you. It'll make her feel better. She needs to feel needed."
Harry, taken aback by the request, nodded slowly, a blush of embarrassment creeping up his neck. "Sure, I can do that," he agreed, the implications of Daphne's words swirling in his mind. "But what about you? Is there anything you need?"
Daphne's gaze lingered on him, the vulnerability in her eyes replaced by a flicker of something unreadable. "You could hold me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I could use a friend right now."
Harry's blush deepened at her request, but he managed to nod. He watched as Daphne shifted on the bed, making room for him to join her. The request stood in stark contrast to the sudden flutter of nerves in his stomach, which only intensified as Daphne beckoned him to lie beside her.
With tentative movements, Harry stretched out on the bed, his body stiff with uncertainty. He felt the warmth of Daphne's body as she moved closer, her back pressing against his chest, the thin fabric of her shorts doing little to mask the heat of her skin against his. Her thighs, toned and smooth, brushed against his, sending an unexpected shiver through him.
As Daphne settled into place, her bottom pressed firmly against Harry's crotch, the intimacy of the position caught him off guard. He wrapped an arm around her, his hand resting on the flat plane of her stomach. Through the thin material of her shirt, he could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the softness of her skin, and the undeniable presence of her bra.
Daphne sighed contentedly, nestling deeper into his arms. Harry's mind raced, a silent prayer echoing in his thoughts, begging that his body wouldn't betray his discomfort in this new, unfamiliar situation.
When Daphne closed her eyes, a peaceful expression settled on her face. Harry pulled her closer, his breath becoming ragged as he fought to keep his body still, to ignore the warmth radiating from her form, and to resist the natural reaction to such an intimate embrace. His heart pounded in his chest, the irregular rhythm a stark contrast to the calm that seemed to envelop Daphne as she relaxed in his arms, the tension of the evening finally beginning to dissipate.
Daphne let out a theatrical sigh, a smile playing on her lips as she nestled deeper into Harry's arm. "I always wanted a younger brother to comfort me like this," she murmured, her voice tinged with a mix of mischief and something unspoken.
Harry's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a stark contrast to the pale tone of his skin just moments earlier. "I thought you wanted a friend," he stammered, his voice barely rising above a whisper as he struggled with the unexpected turn of events. Daphne turned in his embrace, her blue eyes sparkling with playful intent as they met his gaze. "You're both a friend and a younger brother now," she said warmly, her tone soothing.
As Harry lay beside her, his body stiff with a swirl of emotions, he felt a spark of excitement begin to pulse deep inside him. The sensation was undeniable and entirely inappropriate, and he clenched his jaw, silently pleading for the growing erection in his jeans to subside. But Daphne, with her slender frame and the natural sway of her hips, had trapped him in her web, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of their clothes. His cock, now hardening with sudden need, left him feeling both aroused and humiliated as it pressed insistently against the curve of her ass.
Daphne's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the hardness of his arousal against her body. Despite the layers of fabric between them, she could tell Harry was exceptionally well-endowed, a discovery that shocked and thrilled her in equal measure. "Oh my God," she whispered under her breath, her mind racing with the possibilities that lay ahead.
With a teasing smile, Daphne shifted slightly, her ass brushing against his trapped cock in a subtle but deliberate motion. "Just getting more comfortable," she told him, her voice a sensual whisper as she adjusted her position, every movement a deliberate taunt that made Harry bite back a moan of pleasure and frustration.
Reveling in the effect she had on him, Daphne savored the power she wielded. She could feel his cock pulsing against her, the sensation sending a shiver of excitement coursing through her veins. Seemingly oblivious to Harry's internal struggle, Daphne turned to face him once more, her eyes locking onto his as she whispered, "Can you stay with me a little longer, little brother?" Her voice was a honeyed melody, filled with the unspoken promise of more intimate moments to come.
Harry nodded, his throat tight with a mix of desire and fear. His heart pounded in his chest as Daphne let out a contented sigh, her body relaxing against his as she settled in for the night, the unknowing architect of the erotic torment she had unwittingly inflicted upon him.
Harry's eyes fluttered open to the dulcet tones of Selene's voice, a soft melody that seemed to wrap around him like a warm embrace. There she was, perched on the edge of his bed, the morning light casting a gentle glow on her chestnut hair, which cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of rich, chocolate waves. Her thin satin vest clung to her figure, the fabric molding to her full breasts and giving a subtle hint of the dark areolas beneath. The satin shorts she wore rode up slightly on her toned thighs, teasing the edge of her pert backside as she shifted her weight.
His heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of her—an epitome of morning beauty, with hazel eyes sparkling with flecks of gold and green. Her lips, a soft pink, curved into a gentle smile that spoke of affection and concern.
"Time to wake up, sleepyhead," she said, her voice a soothing balm that eased the remnants of sleep from his mind.
Harry's body, betraying his adolescent innocence, responded with an urgency that both thrilled and mortified him. His cock, nestled beneath the covers, began to throb with a persistent ache, its impressive length and girth stiffening as his arousal grew. He was painfully aware of his nakedness, a fact that only heightened his embarrassment and desire as he lay there, caught in the web of his own carnal urges.
The events of the previous evening came rushing back to him—the memory of Daphne's body pressed against his own, the taunting wiggle of her hips that had left him in a state of unresolved arousal. The sounds of Selene and James's argument had drifted up to his room, a discordant symphony that drowned out any thoughts of release. Instead, he had resigned himself to an early night, his body tense with unspent desire. Now, as he lay beneath the covers, his cock strained against the fabric, a reminder of the blue balls that Daphne had inadvertently bestowed upon him.
The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him: here he was, in the presence of Selene, the very embodiment of his stepfather's partner, and his traitorous body responded with an eagerness that left him feeling both exhilarated and ashamed.
Selene, seemingly oblivious to his predicament, reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I hope you slept well, Harry," she said, her gaze lingering on his face with a warmth that belied the tension in the air. "We've got a big day ahead of us, and I want you to feel at home here."
Harry swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto Selene's as she stroked his cheek with a tenderness that was both comforting and unnerving.
"I'm sorry about last night, Harry," she whispered, her voice tinged with regret. "The argument with James... it was unnecessary. You shouldn't have had to hear that."
He nodded, his throat tight with the effort of maintaining control over his wayward thoughts. "It's okay," he managed to say, the words slipping out naturally. "I understand... families argue sometimes."
Selene's eyes softened at his words, and she gave him a small, grateful smile. "Do you mind if I sit and chat for a moment?" she asked, her hand still resting on his cheek.
Harry's heart raced, his body acutely aware of the intimacy of the situation. He nodded, silently praying she wouldn't notice the tenting of the covers that barely concealed his arousal. With a soft sigh, Selene signaled for him to sit up and make room. He did as instructed, shifting uncomfortably as he adjusted the pillows behind his back. Selene laid down beside him, pulling the covers over her body as she settled in.
Harry's breath hitched as he realized she was mere inches away from his naked form, the heat of her body enveloping him, with only the covers between them.
Selene began to speak, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. She spoke of her troubles with James, her voice a melody of sorrow and frustration. "I wish you were coming into a happy home, Harry," she confessed, her words heavy with remorse. "Not this... battleground of egos."
Harry turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a sincerity that belied his years. "It's not your fault, Selene," he said softly, his hand reaching out to gently cover hers. "And it's not all bad. I mean, I'm here now, and I think... I think we can make it better. Together."
Selene's eyes wBellad with unshed tears at his words, a fragile smile playing on her lips. She turned onto her side to face him, her thigh brushing against his in a casual intimacy that sent a jolt of electricity through Harry's body. Selene seemed oblivious to the contact, her skin warm and soft against his as she focused intently on his words.
Selene moved in closer to Harry, her body almost against his. The heat between them was palpable, a tangible presence that seemed to hum with its own energy.
"Harry," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I promise to be here for you, to make sure you're happy. I've always wanted someone close in our family, always wanted Daphne to have someone she can be close with. You're part of our family now."
Harry felt a surge of warmth at her words, a sense of belonging he hadn't realized he'd been craving. He nodded, his eyes locked onto hers, and a gentle moan escaped his lips as he felt the warmth of Selene's thigh move higher, so close now to his cock.
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