Home Sweet Home ch.34 (Patreon)

Harry and his sisters spent the next hour settling in, which meant securing wall outlets to charge their dying or dead phones. He had a moment to reflect when Narcissa and his mother disappeared downstairs. He wasn't in trouble—Narcissa clearly recognized him, but his secret, at least this time, was one that required the other woman to get herself dirty to reveal it.

How would that conversation even go? He doubted Narcissa would reveal to her friend that she might have accidentally blown her son through a glory hole, but there was a small, fleeting chance she might feel the need to confess it to her sex therapist. He cursed and shifted position, regretting not bringing a longer phone charging cable.

"Why have you been acting weird since we got here?"

Daphne's voice startled him, nearly causing him to rip the phone from the wall. "Jesus! Where did you learn to sneak up on people?"

"I wasn't even trying," Daphne said. "The floor doesn't creak, as if we needed more proof of how ridiculously expensive this place is."

"Have you already charged your phone?"

"I brought a fast charger. Are you avoiding the question?"

"I don't know, is it that obvious?" he said.

Daphne giggled, glanced at the door, and then slid close behind Harry. He felt her soft breasts pressing against his back as she whispered in his ear, her breath hot on his neck.

"Who did you really want to share a bed with, brother? Me or Astoria?"

He turned and put a hand on her thigh.

"Both, but that's not a fair question."

"Have you ever known me to be fair?" Daphne asked. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Maybe..." she whispered.

He leaned in and kissed her. It was risky, in the middle of the day, in a strange house, with the door wide open. Daphne had that scent, a faint feminine musk, that told him she hadn't showered since the previous night when he had her legs spread wide on the bed.

"Say it," Daphne whispered. "Tell me the truth, Harryy-kun."

She started rubbing his crotch through his jeans. Harry wanted nothing more than to throw her on his bed, the bed he would be sharing with his mother in a few hours, and screw her senseless. A series of hurried steps suddenly cut through the sexual haze. Harry turned, as if still looking at his phone, while Daphne stood and stepped back.

"Mom says the pizza is here," Astoria said. "You both are needed downstairs. I was wondering where you went, Daphne."

"Join us, Astoria," Daphne said, extending her hand. Astoria laughed and swatted it away as she entered the room, and Daphne left.

"What was she doing in here?" Astoria asked.

Her tone was curious, not accusatory. She seemed to be taking the new developments between him and Daphne surprisingly well, considering how furious she had been that morning.

"I'll never tell," Harry said with a playful smile. "I'll make you!"

Astoria pounced on him with the energy of a younger sister. This time Harry picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, squealing and bouncing, her red hair spreading out in a mess on one of the pillows. "I wish Mom would let us share a room," she muttered.

He chuckled, amused by how much his sisters were alike, despite their different looks and personalities. "If only. But it just means we'll have more fun when we get back home."

"Here, we can have fun too," whispered Astoria. "Drive me to school tomorrow."

"Unfortunately, my bike is trapped in the garage until we get the door open," he said. "But maybe we can find another opportunity."

"Oh, really?" Astoria smiled, leaning on her elbows. "Like what?"

He was on the verge of pouncing on her and throwing caution to the wind when their mother's voice echoed from downstairs, sounding so distant that it reminded him of just how large Narcissa's apartment really was.

"Harry! Astoria! The pizza will get cold if you don't hurry."

He sighed and stepped back from the bed. "Come on. Nobody likes cold pizza."

"In a way, I kind of do," Astoria murmured.

Narcissa's dining room had one of the longest tables Harry had ever seen, yet it still seemed practical to use. The room had three entrances: one to the kitchen, one to the foyer under the spiral staircase, and one to the playroom. Bellatrix had ordered three pizzas, and the boxes and paper plates seemed out of place on the expensive, massive table.

"You're so kind to prepare dinner, Bellatrix," said Narcissa. "I never know what to feed guests. I'll bring some good wine to even the score."

"It's already even," Bellatrix said. "You saved us from a cold and dark night at home."

"I insist." Narcissa suddenly turned and looked directly at Harry. "Maybe your son could help me bring up the bottles? They always get stuck in my wine rack, and it takes all my strength to pull them out."

"Sure, no problem," he said.

He felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. He expected her to try something, though he wondered if it was just trauma from what he went through with Daphne's blackmail. He followed Narcissa through the foyer and down another set of stairs leading to the basement. She waited until he took the last step, then turned and smiled at him.

"Well, well, well," she said. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

"Neither did I," he said. "I guess it's a small town."

"Very small." She moved closer to him, her demeanor shifting from the composed host to the woman he met at Starlight. "Quite an interesting situation we all find ourselves in, isn't it?"

Harry hesitated, realizing again that secrets work both ways after hearing her phrasing. "Don't worry, Narcissa. I won't tell my mother."

"About what?" Narcissa laughed lightly. "I'm not sure what you mean."

He stepped closer, using a power play he could use on Daphne in the heat of an argument. "The bathroom in your little shop. The polished metal glory hole. The woman who gave me a blowjob. You."

Narcissa's laughter intensified. "You have no idea what really happened that day, do you? You think it was me?"

"I know it was you."

He said it with confidence, but even as he finished the sentence, his certainty wavered. He had been in the bathroom before the blowjob for a moment and definitely didn't rush out. Someone else could have entered the shop and left in that time or even been in the shop, just out of sight, or in a second room he never checked.

"Of course, you don't know for sure that it was me," Narcissa said. "It could have been me. It could have been a woman or a man. It could have been a stranger, or maybe someone you know. Maybe someone close."

There was something about the way she said the last sentence, a flicker of intense amusement that was almost tragic in a way. He glanced at the stairs, feeling suddenly dizzy, thinking about how Narcissa and his mother were seemingly close friends. Bellatrix said she had lunch with Narcissa every week. She mentioned she dropped by to see a friend that day. Was it the same day?

"Hey, you don't need to panic." Narcissa moved closer to him and patted his chest, her touch hot and electric. "Speculation is what makes glory holes fun. Maybe you'll never know. Maybe you'll spend the rest of your life getting hard every time you think about it. Maybe you'll come back and chase the dragon, looking for the mysterious woman with those perfect, cock-sucking lips."

She touched his chest again, letting her hand slide lower. Biting her lower lip, Narcissa let out a quiet moan that was incredibly hot. Harry felt himself getting hard, sensing the difference in their sexual experience levels, almost like playing Smash Bros. against Daphne.

"I could give you a blowjob right now, Harry," she whispered. "Would you like to compare my blowjob with the mysterious woman's?"

He automatically started nodding. Narcissa laughed and patted his chest.

"Just teasing you!" she said. "I couldn't do something like that now. Your mother would kill me here before we even got to the halfway point of the good part."

She patted his crotch, which was fully erect and painfully pressing against the tight fabric of his jeans. Gesturing to him, she began pulling bottles of wine, which indeed required quite a bit of tugging to get them off the rack.

"I won't allow it," he said, moving closer as they grabbed the third and final bottle.

"I wouldn't either if I were you," Narcissa whispered. She handed him the second bottle of wine and headed back up the stairs.

Dinner was pleasant. Harry poured everyone wine, expecting his mother to object to Astoria drinking, but Bellatrix either didn't notice or didn't care. Narcissa, a vegetarian, bonded with Astoria over their shared love for broccoli on pizza. Even Daphne seemed to be in a good mood.

They finished the first two bottles of wine at a rather quick pace. Harry moved to the pool table Narcissa had in her game room, separated from the playroom, and Astoria and Daphne joined him. They played a few games, teasing each other in a way that made the sexual tension spark like flint on steel.

He sat on the sidelines, watching Astoria and Daphne play. Daphne laughed and bantered as she played smoothly. Astoria put down her cue and suddenly came over to Harry, sitting on his lap. He stiffened in more ways than one, slowly recalling that Daphne was in on their secret, an active participant.

"I'm tired," Astoria said, yawning. "Will you carry me to bed?"

"Mom would find that a bit suspicious," he said.

"Not really," Daphne said, sinking another ball. "She's had a lot of wine, and you're her older brother. It would be more suspicious if you completely stopped doing such things."

"Come on, Harryy-kun," whispered Astoria.

"Don't you dare call me Daphne's nickname," he grumbled. "That needs to die a swift death."

"Harryy-kun." Astoria wiggled her butt on his crotch, giggling.

He ran his hands up her sides, sneaking in to tickle her armpits. Astoria laughed and squirmed a bit more, and he couldn't resist giving her breasts a squeeze. She made a noise that turned him on, starting to grind against him as they enjoyed a solid minute of sneaky, illicit delight.

"Harry," Daphne said. "I need help with this shot."

"What?" He held Astoria's breasts in his hands and was so hard he couldn't think straight.

"Come over here," Daphne said with a suitable dose of invitation.

She was leaning over the pool table, her flirtatious blouse hanging down in a way that showed her cleavage at eye level. Harry hugged Astoria and kissed her neck, ignoring her not-so-subtle protests as he slid her off his lap and walked over to his older sister.

"Is this the right angle?" Daphne smiled at him and wiggled her hips enticingly.

"Probably."

He moved closer to her, making only the thinnest attempt to adjust her pool cue, letting his crotch press against her bent-over body. He touched her more slowly than Astoria, but she responded just as positively. She wiggled her butt towards his crotch. Harry moved forward, one hand caressing the front of her body while the other began to slowly and shamelessly dry hump her.

He expected Astoria to start fighting for his attention again, but instead, she began to softly snore. He and Daphne remained in their close proximity, longer than pretending should have allowed, rubbing against each other like animals in heat. He was just starting to slide his fingers into her leggings, testing the possibility of pulling them down, when footsteps echoed from the doorway.

Harry turned to the side and positioned himself awkwardly close to the pool table to hide his erection. Bellatrix and Narcissa were giggling and whispering drunkenly as they entered the room.

"Goodnight!" Bellatrix said with far too much enthusiasm. "I forgot that Astoria has school tomorrow. I think it would be best, considering this is a new environment, for you and her to sleep at the same time, Daphne, so you don't wake her if you're up late."

"Mom, I'm 23," Daphne muttered. "Are you seriously enforcing a curfew?"

Bellatrix looked at Harry, which surprised him. "Just for tonight. We're guests here too. I don't think Narcissa would appreciate you wandering around her house at odd hours."

"Honestly, I wouldn't mind, but I fully support your right to command your children, Dr. Bellatrix," Narcissa said with a drunken salute.

"Could you stop calling me that?" Bellatrix barked, smiling.

"Your wish is my command, Dr. Bellatrix," Narcissa replied, laughing.

Bellatrix playfully hit Narcissa on the arm. Narcissa responded by patting Bellatrix's butt with surprising force. Harry snorted when his mother let out an incredibly cute sound and grabbed Narcissa's shoulders. Best friends indeed.

"I'll take Astoria to bed," Harry said.

He picked her up and carried her upstairs. She was so light and cute, and as he laid her in the bed she was to share with Daphne, he wanted nothing more than to climb in and snuggle close.

"Thank you, Harry," his mother said.

"No problem."

"Goodnight, Harryy-kun," Daphne said, surprising him with a hug that lasted a few seconds longer than what was appropriate.

"Goodnight, Daphne," he replied. "Jeez, is everyone drunk tonight?"

"Are you drunk?" Bellatrix asked.

"In a way, yes."

"So that's a yes."