Home Sweet Home ch.22 (Patreon)

At Astoria's request, Harry stayed in the kitchen while she attempted to confront Daphne about the video blackmail. He didn’t see the whole conversation, but he heard all the important parts.

"Daphne!" Astoria’s voice was filled with perfectly tense desperation, as if her throat was choked with emotion. "I... I know how stupid it was. But you don’t understand. The bullying at school, constantly. Here, at home, the only place I felt safe. Me, being too much of a loser to have a normal boyfriend. And then Harry..."

She started to sob, which tugged at Harry’s heart, even from a distance.

"Spare me the crocodile tears, Astoria," Daphne said. "I’m the one who taught you that trick."

Astoria sighed in frustration. "Fine. Whatever. What do you want?"

"Now, or in general? I plan to keep my leverage over both of you. That doesn’t mean I’m going to torture you, as long as you’re willing to do my chores and be agreeable."

"You're a sadist," Astoria hissed.

"And you’re a slut. Sisters till the end."

Astoria let out a whimper of a cry. Daphne laughed and marched into the kitchen.

"Do you have everything I asked for?" she demanded.

"Everything from the shopping list," he replied flatly. "Here’s the cash from Randi's. TJ Maxx credited your account."

"God, what a hassle. I suppose it’ll have to do. Thank you, Harryy-kun. See? It wasn’t so bad."

She took her items, put the ice cream in the freezer, and went upstairs. Astoria approached him with a heavy frown and sat beside him at the counter. Harry put his arm around her.

"We'll figure this out," he said. "Trust me."

Astoria nodded and leaned into his embrace for a few seconds before standing up. "I'm tired. I think I need a nap."

"Sure."

Harry spent the next half hour watching TV. Their mother came home, and he greeted her with a smile and a hug.

"Where’s Daphne?" Bellatrix asked.

"Upstairs," he replied.

"Astoria?"

"Same. I think she took a nap."

Bellatrix nodded and sighed deeply.

"Tired?" he asked.

"Very. Therapy can be exhausting sometimes. More emotionally than physically, but still." She smiled and sat next to him on the couch. "Why do everyone’s problems have to be so complicated?"

"I’m asking myself the same question right now," he said.

"Oh?" Bellatrix took off her shoes and tucked her feet under her. "Tell me."

He deflected the question. "Maybe later? What’s for dinner?"

"Chicken wings," she revealed, and soon after, she went to prepare them. Dinner was tense, with Harry sitting across from his sister and blackmailer. Astoria refused to come downstairs, but that didn’t seem unusual for her.

"I don’t like thighs," Daphne said. "Trade me your drumsticks for my flats, Harry."

He growled, nodding slowly. "Of course, Daphne. Anything for my beloved sister."

"That’s so sweet of you, Harry," Bellatrix said. "I love seeing you two get along."

"Isn’t it wonderful, Mom?" Daphne smiled sweetly at her. "I think we just needed to find some common ground." She made the trade, then looked at him, maintaining eye contact while slowly sucking the barbecue glaze off the tip of her index finger. It was absurdly provocative, though Harry couldn’t tell if she was trying to tease him sexually or simply reveling in her victory. 

"You should take him to Delilah's," Bellatrix said.

Harry frowned. "Who’s Delilah?"

"My best friend," Daphne said stiffly. "I don’t know if he’s ready for that."

He ate his food. The irony was that he preferred flats over drumsticks, though being forced to take them from Daphne gave the hidden victory a sour taste. When he finished, he went upstairs and sat at his desk. He still hadn’t seen Astoria since bringing her home and couldn’t resist sending her a quick text.

*Yo.*

He heard movement in the hallway almost immediately. The door opened quietly a second later, and Astoria slipped into his room. She was dressed for bed, in a thin gray nightgown that made her look almost like a sexy ghost against her pale skin and the contrast of her red hair. Harry felt a dangerous flutter in his heart as he looked at her. He stood up, and she walked over to him.

They kissed instead of saying anything, as if the stress of their situation had transformed their mutual desire into a deeper need. A desperate whisper of rationality echoed in the back of Harry's mind as they fell onto his bed and really started to make out. Their mother was still awake and often came to say goodnight to each of them.

"Wait," he whispered, pulling his lips back even as his erection pushed forward like a video game trap.

"I know." Astoria nodded slowly. "We can’t."

Her hand traveled down his chest. Harry rolled half over her, wanting to push away. Her fingers felt his cock through his sweatpants, and her eyes fluttered as if she imagined what it would feel like to take him inside her.

"Maybe... later tonight," he suggested.

"Maybe." Astoria closed her eyes and withdrew her hand. "I didn’t come here to do something stupid. We need to talk about how we’re going to deal with Daphne."

"That’s going to be hard," he muttered. "The only thing we can do is neutralize her leverage."

"Blackmail her," Astoria said, nodding. "And you already gave us the key. The remote. That slutty vibrator."

"Right." Harry scratched his head. "I get where you’re going, assuming it’s hers. But how would that work? Just having a sex toy doesn’t compare to what we did, Astoria."

"You don’t understand how the female mind works, Harry," Astoria said. "It’s not just about outward appearances, but about the emotional secret. The emotional mystery, you know what I mean?"

"Not really." He shook his head. "I’m skeptical."

"Just trust me," Astoria said. "If we can prove the vibrator is hers... or even better, if we can get a hidden camera recording of her using it!"

"That seems... like it could be an interesting approach." He remembered her sucking her finger and felt his cock twitch as he imagined her writhing in bed from the toy’s vibrations. "But the remote doesn’t work right now."

"Do you think you could find a way to fix it?" Astoria asked. "And if you fixed it, left it out for her to find, then maybe we could use a hidden camera to capture what happens next?"

"A lot of assumptions, but it might be doable," Harry said. "And—"

The door to his room suddenly opened. Bellatrix stood on the other side, dressed in a silk nightgown, holding a plate of cookies.

"You’re here too, Astoria." She looked back and forth between them. "Nice to see you two getting along. Cookie?"

"We were just... talking about Astoria’s homework," Harry said. "Sure, I’ll take one."

Their mother leaned down to offer him the plate. The hem of her nightgown hiked up in a way that provided a glimpse of her full cleavage. He’d always been aware that she had large breasts, but knowing and seeing were two different things.

"Oatmeal chocolate chip," Bellatrix said. "Astoria?"

"No, thank you."

"Alright. I’ll see if Daphne wants one." Bellatrix glanced down at her nightgown and giggled in a surprisingly girlish way as she realized it had nearly come undone. "Oops!"

They waited until she was in the hallway before getting back to business.

"I’ll see what I can do tomorrow, assuming Daphne doesn’t use me as a servant again," he muttered.

"I’ll be thinking of more ways to get back at her." Astoria kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Harry. I feel a lot better after talking with you."

The night was silent. At some point, Harry thought he heard Astoria outside his door, but it was in a half-asleep state where he couldn’t be sure if it was reality or a dream. He woke up alone in his bed with a furious morning chill.

"Harry! Daphne!" Bellatrix called. "Breakfast is ready." He put on jeans and a T-shirt, then went downstairs. Astoria was already at the table, dressed in her school uniform and engrossed in her phone, though she perked up when he greeted her. Daphne entered the kitchen right behind him, a satisfied smile on her face. Harry looked at her as he sat across the table, and Bellatrix brought breakfast.

"Tarts," Bellatrix said. "And milk, to keep it healthy. Sorry, I’m running late today."

"I don’t mind," Harry said. "Thanks, Mom."

"I’ll only eat half of mine," Astoria said. "Do you want the other half, Harry?"

She smiled, her eyes full of affection for him, as she tried to reach out so he could take a bite. He deftly took it from her hand before she could, suppressing his own smile. She seemed so happy, and he worried that it might give them away.

"Counting calories, Astoria?" Daphne asked with a mocking smile.

Astoria responded with surprising venom. "You should. Is that why you’re buying so many slutty new clothes? Are the old ones starting to get too tight on you?"

"Astoria!" Bellatrix said. "Calm down. She was just joking."

"Yes, Astoria," Daphne said. "You should be more polite to me. It’s in your best interest."

Harry felt palpable tension as he watched his sisters glare at each other.

"We need to get going, Astoria," Bellatrix said. "Harry, my last appointment is right after lunch, so I can pick up Astoria today."

"Great," he said. "See you both when you get home."

He started nibbling on the half-eaten tart from Astoria. Astoria brushed her fingers along his shoulder as she walked by, out of their mother’s sight. Daphne could see it, but she’d seen much more, so it didn’t matter. Daphne seemed to pout from the other side of the table. Harry let the uncomfortable silence hang after their mother and younger sister left.

"Are you going to shoot at me too, Harryy-kun?" Daphne asked.

"What’s this about?" he asked. "I think you were right when you said blackmail works best when both parties are civil."

Daphne frowned. "Alright. Well... I need you to handle the dishwasher again. I also want to take a ride on your motorcycle."

"Anywhere in particular?"

"No." She smiled at him. "What? I’ve never ridden one before, and they look super fun. Now that you’re my servant, what’s yours is mine."

He looked at her, and she gave him a peck on the cheek.

Washing dishes didn’t take long. It wasn’t anything that resembled a heavy chore, and Harry wondered how much of Daphne making him do it was just a gesture to exert her power over him. He sat in the living room watching TV, thinking he should handle taking Daphne for a ride before tackling his own plans. She didn’t make him wait long.

"What the hell, Harry?" she snapped as she came downstairs. "Are you sure you returned all the items I gave you to TJ Maxx?"

"Yes. I’m afraid I just threw them in a ditch somewhere."

"The store credit isn’t showing up on my account."

"That sounds like your problem. I did what you asked. Why are you buying so many clothes anyway?"

"Maybe it’s like Astoria said," Daphne said with surprising venom. "Maybe I’m just getting fat and need a new wardrobe."

He groaned and shook his head at her. "The last thing I feel like doing right now is comforting my older sister-blackmailer, but in no way are you fat."

"I know." She smiled at him, the venom dissipating. "Can we go now?"

"Sure."

She changed into tight jeans and a long purple blouse that matched the streaks in her hair. Harry showed her how to put on the helmet, noticing genuine interest in her expression.

"Remember to hold onto me tightly," he said. "If you let go, you’ll fall off."

"Just... make sure you don’t go over any big bumps."

"There won’t be many bumps where I plan to take you," he said with a smile.

They put on their helmets. Daphne got on the motorcycle behind him. Harry felt her ample breasts pressing against his back, making him insanely curious about how her cleavage looked framed by the deep neckline of her shirt.

He rode through town. He already knew all the best spots for a recreational ride. North of town was a hilly area filled mostly with seasonal homes and a few extravagant ones that were owned but never lived in. The road was off the beaten path, winding, and full of interesting changes in elevation.

He felt Daphne tighten her arms around him and swore he could feel her hot, humid breath on his neck. He pushed the motorcycle forward, nearing the edge of what he could control with someone on the back. It was a good workout after being off the bike for so long. Just before the spot where he usually turned around, there was a tight curve overlooking an exhilarating cliff.

"Oh!" Daphne gasped.

Harry chuckled, accelerating one last time before slowing down and pulling into the driveway of one of the uninhabited houses along the route.

"We’re heading back here," he said. "Having fun?"

"Um..." Daphne got up on wobbly legs. "Yeah, that was really fun."

"Great. Will you stop blackmailing me now?"

"In your dreams." She gave him a thin, patient smile, but her expression turned more curious. "So... you and Astoria."

"I’m not going to talk about that with my literal blackmailer," he said.

"Did you both just get... super horny and decide to do it, or...?" She shifted from one foot to the other, still flushed from the ride. "I get that you’re fucking. But how does that even happen? It’s so twisted."

"I know," he said through gritted teeth.

"You're a pervert, and she's a slut," Daphne said. "Could you just shut the fuck up and get back on the bike?"

"Watch your tone." Daphne put on her helmet and got on behind him. "You forget that I have the power to completely ruin you at any moment..."

He accelerated, hearing her surprised gasp as they sped down the first steep hill.