Home Sweet Home ch.36 (Patreon)

Harry had a dream that he was fairly certain was a dream at the time. One of his sisters climbed into bed with him in the dark, not saying a word. He wasn't sure which one it was, and he felt a strange reluctance to break the silence. However, there were other ways to distinguish between them.

He cuddled his sister and heard a quiet, dreamy giggle as he began to kiss her neck. Even from just the kiss, he could tell Daphne was full of passion while Astoria was more willing to submit. His lips moved along her cheek, finally landing at the corner of her mouth.

"Did you just kiss me?" whispered a familiar voice that didn’t belong to either of his sisters.

"Oops." He groaned and opened his eyes, surprised to find the room moderately lit by the morning sun. "Sorry, Mom."

"It's okay, honey." She smiled at him, looking genuinely pleased with how she was woken up. "A bit more intimate than I'm used to this early, but no big deal. You were half asleep anyway."

He stared at her, the room filled with a sleepy energy but with a strange sexual tension that pushed to the forefront. His mother had disheveled hair and looked completely different without her glasses. She gazed at him, not with desire, but with genuine love. She leaned in slowly and kissed his cheek, barely grazing the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning." He felt his cock stiffen to full hardness, so intensely it was sure to make his morning difficult.

"How did you sleep?" his mother asked.

"Pretty well. Once I got comfortable."

"I'm glad." She reached out and gently stroked his forehead, then patted his knee. "I think this will work. Probably just a few more days."

Harry nodded, but his attention was entirely focused on her hand. It was just his knee, but his knee connected to his thigh, his thigh to his crotch, and the warmth and energy of her touch seemed to slide down the conduit.

"I should probably get up and see about the rest of the family herd." She rubbed her hand, touching his thigh for a tantalizing second. "Don’t sleep too long."

"I couldn't fall back asleep now if I tried," he mumbled.

His mother laughed but didn’t seem to read into his words. Harry watched her as she leaned over her bag to pull out clothes, her nightgown riding up in an interesting way, before she disappeared into the bathroom.

She got ready for her day with surprising efficiency, while Harry was still struggling with his morning wood when she returned. She smiled at him as she walked across the room. He took another minute to breathe and gather himself before getting up and heading to the bathroom himself.

He opened the door just as the connecting door to the other guest room opened. Daphne looked like she had just woken up, her eyes still half-closed, her hair a mess. She was wearing only a bra and panties, and she moved to cover herself until she saw it was him.

"The shower is mine, Harryy-kun," she said with a challenge in her voice. "Go find one of the other bathrooms."

"I was here first." He smiled and took a step forward, leaning into the friction. "Why don’t you find another shower?"

"Because I called dibs, you jerk." She slipped past him, pulling back the shower curtain and turning on the water.

"I’m getting in that shower as soon as the water is warm enough, Daphne," he said.

"Not if I get in first and don’t move." She turned, lifting her chin and placing her hands on her hips.

"Do you really want to strip in front of me again?"

"I’m not the one who barges in on my siblings when they’re showering," Daphne said.

"Yeah, the problem with that logic is you’re not in the shower yet." He said. "I could wrestle you for it if I really wanted."

"I’d like to see you try."

Daphne bit her lower lip, slowly unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Harry was already hard, but his cock seemed to ache and pulse as he slid his own boxers down. He felt Daphne's gaze traveling up and down his length, even as he stared at her large, milky breasts, faint bikini lines visible, her pink nipples surrounded by large areolas.

"Move," he said, hoping she wouldn’t.

"Make me." Daphne pulled down her panties, looking like she was trying to hide a smile as steam began to rise in the small space.

Harry pushed past her, pressing his chest to hers in that comical way guys with too much aggression and too little sense sometimes act before a fight. Her breasts felt soft and amazing as they pressed against his stomach. Daphne backed into the shower and made a half-hearted attempt to block him, but the game and the tension were a thin veneer over their desire.

"Move over," he said, stepping into the shower behind her.

"You psycho," Daphne said. "What will Mom think if she finds out we were both in here at the same time?"

"Mom's already downstairs."

"Oh." A sly smile appeared on Daphne's flushed face. "Then I don't have to worry about you crying after I kick your ass for barging into my shower."

She playfully pressed her hands to his shoulders, as if to wrestle him. Instead of pushing her away, Harry pulled her closer, and they danced together under the warming shower stream. Daphne pressed against him for a moment, and he felt his erection slide against her stomach.

"Are you hard, Harryy-kun?" she asked, her voice making it sound as if she hadn't been staring at his erection. "Sicko. I bet you don’t even need a shower. I bet you just want..."

"Want what, Daphne?" he growled. "Say it. Go ahead."

He grabbed one of her breasts, no longer caring.

"You just want to molest your own sister, you freak." She began to stroke his penis and balls. "Move over, you're blocking the shower."

She turned and tried to nudge him with her elbow. Harry grabbed her arm and bent her forward. Daphne let out a sexy but frustrated noise that completely unbalanced him. He lined his erection with her thighs and thrust forward... but missed.

"Mmm, trying to fuck me?" Daphne moaned, breathing heavily and rocking against him. "Think you can barge into my shower and take advantage of me, Harryy-kun? You're not man enough."

"You want this just as much," he whispered. "I bet you're wet as hell right now."

She leaned back, ruining his angle, but squeezed her thighs tightly. Harry thrust forward, too horny to care whether he was fucking her thigh or her pussy. Daphne seemed to enjoy it anyway, her breath quickening and her hips matching his with small movements despite her teasing.

"Think just because you had me once, you can have me anytime?" she said, still gripping his cock between her legs. "What are you, a virgin? Don’t tell me I took my dorky brother's virginity?"

He reached up and squeezed her breasts, still thrusting against her. "Like I’d want my first time to be with a tease like you."

"Fucking asshole!" She jabbed her elbow at him again and seemed like she was going to step out of the shower.

Harry grabbed her arm, not knowing where the game ended and reality began. The movement caused Daphne to bend forward, trying to pull away. He thrust again, and somehow his cock slipped inside her.

"Oh fuck!" Daphne placed her hands on the shower wall, frozen by surprise, pleasure, or a combination of both.

Harry drove into her again, harder this time, expressing himself better with his cock than with words. "Yeah, that's right! What are you saying now?"

"You... fuck..." Daphne's taunts turned into moans of pleasure as Harry started taking her hard and fast from behind. "Oh God!"

He sped up, their wet bodies slapping together in a lewd rhythm under the steaming shower. He was still angry at her, surprisingly so, considering how good her pussy felt. She could be such a bitch, never shutting up until he found the one way to silence her.

"Fuck, Daphne," he groaned. "How the hell are you so tight?"

"I haven't fucked that many guys, you jerk." She thrust her hips and ass back at him in perfect rhythm.

"Just trying to get under your skin," he said. "I know you're not a bimbo. Well, not completely."

"Like you're not a virgin," she shot back. "You just act like one."

"Fuck you," he said.

"Fuck you." She leaned back, and Harry squeezed her breasts. "Oh... fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, Harry!"

He thrust faster, losing control and not caring. Daphne was practically screaming, her breasts incredible in his hands. He kissed her neck, then her earlobe, and finally reached down to tease her clit. Any pretense of restraint and control he had was abandoned in favor of his tight pussy and twitching breasts.

"Oh God!" Daphne screamed. "I'm coming! Harry... Oh, Harry!"

"Daphne?" Bellatrix's voice came from the other side of the door, sounding concerned and worried. "Is that you, honey?"

Daphne let out a squeak, which Harry muffled with his hand. She came, her pussy clenching and squeezing his cock, milking him and bringing him to his own orgasm. Harry exploded inside her, the pleasure washing over him, with his mother's voice somehow adding an extra layer of thrill to the forbidden climax.

"Answer her, or she'll get suspicious," he hissed, still dazed by the wild pleasure.

"Uhh... yeah, Mom," Daphne choked out. "It's just me in the shower."

"Are you okay?" Bellatrix sounded even more worried than before.

"I'm fine, Mom! Jeez, do I really need the third degree first thing in the morning?"

"Okay, sorry, I'm just a concerned mother. Breakfast is ready."

"I'll be down in a minute!"

Daphne groaned as Harry withdrew his softening cock. She turned around, her expression unreadable, and punched him in the shoulder.

"You said she was downstairs!" Daphne hissed.

"She was," he replied. "People can go up and down stairs. That's how legs work."

"You're a real jerk, little brother." She smiled despite her scolding and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "But thanks for making me come. It's my favorite way to start the day."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said.