Home Sweet Home ch.27 (Patreon)

Harry laid out the towel and waited with the sunscreen. It wasn’t until Daphne started stretching out, her perfectly pale skin practically glowing in the sunlight, that he realized he might not hate what she was making him do. She let out a small sigh as she turned onto her stomach, her hands reaching back to adjust her bikini bottoms to avoid a wedgie.

Her butt was top-tier, and Harry shamelessly stared at it as he squeezed the first dollop of sunscreen into his hand. He crouched beside her, rubbing his hands together.

"Make sure you warm it up first," Daphne said. "It always comes out of the bottle cold."

"I’ll do that, don’t worry," he said. "I’ll start with your shoulders."

"Start with my neck, Harryy-kun."

"Keep talking like that, and I’ll finish with your neck too."

"I bet that sounded more threatening in your head."

Harry took the bottle with his clean hand and squeezed a small amount directly onto the sensitive part of Daphne’s back. She gasped and squirmed for a moment but didn’t get up from the towel.

"Hurry up," she muttered. "I don’t have all day. I’ve got things to do later."

He let their bickering end, encouraged by her mention of going out later. He rubbed the sunscreen into the back of her neck with slow movements, feeling a spark of something electric that he suspected she experienced even more intensely.

"Mmm," Daphne moaned. "Go a bit deeper, down to the base of my neck and shoulders."

"This isn’t a massage."

"It’s whatever I say it is, remember?"

He laughed, finding her attitude more endearing than bitchy for once. "Sure."

He rubbed deeper circles, feeling Daphne sigh. Using his thumbs, he pressed the spot she mentioned and heard her moan as tension left her muscles. He massaged the same area for a minute or two, discovering that her reactions were more satisfying than he had expected.

He began applying sunscreen to her shoulders, maintaining the same deeper touch and technique she asked for as he moved closer to her. There was a strange atmosphere, quiet but hyper-aware. She reacted to his touch in small ways, making him feel a sense of control she might not normally relinquish.

He moved lower, rubbing sunscreen onto her back. Daphne let out a moan of approval as he pressed his hands into her. He slid his hands back up to cover the outside of her shoulders, feeling the edges of her breasts. God, he wanted an excuse to run his fingers over them, but even with what she was making him do now, there was no way she’d allow that.

"You can go lower," Daphne whispered. "At least a little lower."

"Sure. Whatever you need." He slid his hands over her back, massaging the lotion into her soft, athletic skin. He was close enough that it was easy to accidentally, or intentionally, touch her in a few interesting places. Daphne's breathing betrayed her excitement, as it was a bit faster than usual while applying sunscreen.

His hands moved even lower, and Daphne sighed as he massaged the lotion into the top of her buttocks. Harry's dick was hard, and he couldn’t stop imagining how easy it would be to slip off her bikini bottoms or untie her top. He froze when his fingers moved to do the latter almost of their own accord, catching himself just in time.

"Don't stop," Daphne said.

"You're the boss." He slid his fingers back down, fighting the urge to grope her.

Daphne sighed and seemed to relax more into the towel. Harry focused on rubbing the lotion into her lower back and buttocks, occasionally smoothing it along her sides. Daphne let out a sweet sound when his fingers grazed near her breasts, and he felt his erection become absurdly hard in response.

Touching Daphne felt much dirtier than touching Astoria, even within the context of being told to do so. He had no idea if it was the blackmail, the taboo, or just the novelty that his sister was supposedly what most men would consider the ideal sexy blonde with big boobs.

"Mmm, yes," Daphne whispered. "Get in there."

He took her command as an excuse to straddle her, sitting so that he was almost directly over her butt, with his dick practically nestled like a hot dog between her buns. Daphne squirmed slightly, and for more than a second, her butt was essentially squeezed along his shaft. Harry rocked his hips forward in response, and, to his surprise, Daphne didn’t stop him.

She let out a low moan and seemed to relax even more into the towel. Emboldened, Harry did it again, sliding his erection a little forward, feeling Daphne's cheeks clench around his length. Daphne gave a soft gasp, perhaps realizing what was happening, and cleared her throat.

"If I wanted, I could make you do this every day," she whispered.

"For now." He cringed, regretting not holding back and hoping she wouldn’t read too deeply into his statement.

Daphne sighed contentedly and spread one hand out on the towel, her fingers splayed in a way that reminded Harry of a woman gripping a mattress. He wanted so badly to pull off her bikini and fuck her, but he knew she wouldn’t let him. He rocked again, not even trying to hide what he was doing, thrilled that she allowed it. She even matched his small movements, swaying her hips and butt.

"Pervert," Daphne murmured. "Would you do my front if I asked you to?"

She began to roll over. The movement dislodged her bikini top, and one of her pale, plump breasts spilled out completely, with a large, pink, hard nipple at its center. She immediately covered herself, but she was still beneath him, now on her back, with flushed cheeks.

"Do you want me to do your front?" he muttered. "If I'm a pervert, you're just as bad."

Daphne's eyes flicked down to his erection, and he suddenly realized his mistake, seeing the gears turn in her head. If she let things go any further, she would risk losing her blackmail leverage. Obviously, she couldn't blackmail him about the secret relationship with Astoria if she was sampling the forbidden fruit from the same tree.

"Damn it." She grimaced and sat up, adjusting her bikini top with a sigh. "Forget it. Just make me that cocktail I asked for."

"Alright." Harry stood, feeling frustrated and aroused. "And Harry," Daphne narrowed her eyes. "I'm in charge here. Don’t forget that for even a fucking second."

"Sure." He shrugged and walked inside. "Whatever you say."

Harry walked inside and made the cocktail, feeling frustrated and aroused. Astoria came downstairs, dressed in his t-shirt and a pair of small shorts, looking like the embodiment of temptation. She approached him as he finished Daphne’s smoothie, stealing the first sip.

"Tasty," she said.

"That's Daphne's cocktail, not mine," he sighed. "Take your time. We’ll get our chance as soon as she sneaks out."

That chance came about an hour later after Daphne came back inside and disappeared into her room for a while. Harry pretended to be engrossed in a video game when his older sister came noisily downstairs and began putting on her shoes. "Going out?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "I'm going shopping."

Harry nodded slowly, noting that Daphne was dressed in loose, shoplifting-friendly clothes. She also had a bag with her, which he suspected might be filled with some of her recent acquisitions.

"What?" Daphne asked.

"I'm waiting for you to tell me if you need a ride or not," he said smoothly. "Duh."

"No, I should be fine." She sighed, her expression turning thoughtful for a moment. "I still want you to bring me a bag of salt and vinegar chips. And everything needed to make a Reuben sandwich. I've got a craving to satisfy."

"Yes, master," he said, rolling his eyes.

His motivation to match her leverage seemed to grow in tandem with his frustration and anger. He planned to be the one making her a sandwich once they turned the tables.

Daphne left. As soon as the door closed, Astoria bounded downstairs. She jumped onto his lap, blocking his view of the video game, but he wasn’t playing it that seriously.

"I have the tracker installed on my phone," Astoria said. "Look."

Harry glanced at the interface, which was a normal navigation map with an obvious blue dot indicating the tracking device. "We should wait a bit before following her. My bike is loud."

"As soon as she gets a block away, we'll go," Astoria said.

He went upstairs to put on jeans, and by the time he came back down, Astoria was waiting impatiently by the door. They walked to the garage, put on their helmets, and got on his bike.

Astoria directed him slightly as they went, checking her phone at red lights when it was reasonably safe, and then tapping her hands on his sides. They veered off the direct route when they realized Daphne was waiting at a bus stop, which Harry found interesting.

Why wouldn’t she just ask him for a ride if she needed to go somewhere? It seemed suspicious, even more than her shoplifting, which he had unwittingly assisted in by making returns for her.

He and Astoria waited around the corner in a grocery store parking lot for a few minutes. Daphne got on the bus, and they followed, trailing the blue dot on Astoria’s phone. Harry felt his intrigue grow as they followed her across town to a neighborhood he would describe as less desirable.

Astoria gave him a sign as they prepared to turn, catching up to the bus. He slowed to a stop, parking the bike on the street. She held up the phone for him to see. The blue dot had stopped moving, and the bus, as far as he could hear, continued its route. He turned off the bike’s engine.

"What now?" he asked. "Do we walk?"

"We have to!" Astoria said. "She might be buying drugs! Or maybe she’s trading stolen clothes for drugs, which is even worse!"

"I mean, what’s worse?" he asked. "That’s two crimes, Harry!"

"Yeah, but she already did the shoplifting," he said. "It’s not like it counts again just because she’s trading stolen goods after she already stole them."

"It's worse!" Astoria insisted. "It just is."

Either way, they still had to get to the truth. Harry felt inconspicuous walking beside Astoria, who held her phone out in front of them so they could easily track the blue dot on the map. He felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out, discovering he had missed a call and had a voicemail. Astoria had already slowed down to help them keep a safe distance and stay out of sight. He pulled out his phone and opened the voicemail app. The message began with the sound of a man clearing his throat.

"This is Officer Blake Barnes. I’m calling to speak with Harry Salinth about some items that were returned to TJ Maxx a few days ago. Please call me back so we can resolve this matter as quickly as possible."

"What was that?" Astoria asked.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket. "It was a cop calling about the stolen stuff Daphne had me return to the clothing store."

"Oh no."

"Oh yes!" He grinned and touched her arm. "We've already won, Astoria. This is better leverage than we ever hoped for. We can get Daphne to completely back off from her side of the blackmail and maybe still have something over her. For us, it would be a bit of family drama and some counseling. For her, potential criminal charges."

"Awesome!" She hugged him tightly, then surprised him with a kiss on the lips. "Should we just go home or keep following her? I kind of still want to see what she's up to now."

"Might as well," he said. "I'm curious too."

They followed the blue dot as Daphne continued into a somewhat run-down area. Eventually, the dot stopped moving, and they began to overtake it. Astoria pointed to a house with peeling yellow paint and a wooden fence in deep disrepair.

"She’s here," she whispered.

"Let’s knock on the front door."

"What?" Astoria stared at him. "What if it’s some shady place like you said?"

"How else will we find out? This isn’t a movie; we can’t spy through the window or sneak around back."

"Okay." Astoria looked nervous but followed him.

They walked up the steps, noticing now that the lawn was somewhat overgrown, and a broken bike sat on the porch. Harry knocked on the door, then stepped back and squeezed Astoria’s hand, sensing her anxiety.

"We’ve already won, remember," he said.

"I know." She smiled at him in a way that made him wonder if she was talking about their counter-blackmail at all.

The door opened. An older woman with black hair streaked with gray and a slightly plump build stood on the other side. She stared at Harry with a blank expression for a moment but smiled when she saw Astoria. "Astoria!" She chuckled lightly. "Oh my, you’ve become so beautiful! Please, come in."

"Mrs. Daniels?" Astoria said. She shot a confused look at Harry but offered no explanation.

"This must be your brother, Harry," Mrs. Daniels said. "I didn’t realize Daphne invited you today, but you’re welcome. Delilah talks about you both so much. Especially you, Harry, these past few days. She’s so happy you’re home."

Her last two sentences were spoken in a conspiratorial whisper, only adding to his confusion. Mrs. Daniels led them into her modest living room. Daphne sat on the couch with a cup of tea in front of her, looking both stunned and terrified.

"What..." Daphne’s confusion nearly mirrored Harry’s.

He made eye contact with her for a second or two, then took a seat beside her on the couch in silent, mutual impasse. There was a time and place for addressing the blackmail issue, and it wasn’t in front of someone who seemed to be a family friend.

"I need to make more tea," Mrs. Daniels said. "I’ll set up a pot now and then check if Delilah is awake so you can all visit with her."

As soon as the older woman left the room, Daphne turned to Harry and crossed her arms. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed. Before Harry could respond—truly enjoying his newly found blackmail material—Astoria jumped in.

"Is this where Delilah lives now?" she asked. "Did you come... to visit her?"

"I come every week," Daphne replied. She blinked and looked away, and Harry sensed a storm of emotions beneath her layer of anger.

Mrs. Daniels returned to the living room. "She’s awake. I think she’d like to see you, your brother, and sister, Daphne."

Daphne opened her mouth but hesitated and shrugged. "Yeah. I guess so."