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Home Sweet Home ch.8
🕑 Added 2024-05-14 18:33:44 +0000 UTCBellatrix was downstairs when Harry returned to the kitchen. She was wearing a bathrobe and still looked half-asleep. She was cooking breakfast—pancakes, eggs, and bacon—while listening to an audiobook on her phone’s speaker.
“Don’t you have work today?” Harry asked.
“I usually take Fridays off or schedule online meetings,” Bellatrix replied. “I’m planning to take a bath and start the weekend early.”
“That sounds fun,” Harry said. “Breakfast smells amazing.”
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
Astoria came downstairs a few minutes later, dressed for school but still moving slowly and rubbing her forehead.
“Everything okay, Astoria?” Bellatrix asked.
“Yeah,” she mumbled. “I’m just tired. Too much homework last night.”
“Are you sure?” Bellatrix asked. “You look a little under the weather.”
“Maybe she ate something,” Daphne suggested. “Or drank something.”
Bellatrix looked puzzled. Astoria glanced at her sister. Harry focused on his food as his mother placed a plate in front of him. Astoria hugged him and reminded him to pick her up later, dropping off Daphne who was heading to her morning yoga class at the local gym.
He finished eating. His mother went upstairs, and he sat for a moment, aimlessly wondering what to do for the day. He remembered the remote in the drama of Astoria’s bullying. He went to his room, found the remote, and put a couple of new batteries in it.
Nothing happened when he pressed the power button. There was a small LED that he assumed would blink if it worked properly. If the remote was broken, it would be much harder to locate the toy since there was no way to turn it on to alert him to its presence. He wondered if he could take it somewhere to get it fixed.
Lorenzo seemed helpful and perhaps capable of such a task, but again Harry wondered if he should be discreet in his actions. He considered finding a local sex toy shop if one existed and seeing what advice they might have. At least he could feel more at ease about his secret dealings with professionals.
“Harry?” His mother’s voice called from down the hallway, from the upstairs bathroom.
“Yes, Mom?”
“Can you bring me a towel? I forgot to take a clean one with me.”
“Sure,” he said. “They’re in the laundry room, right?”
“Exactly.”
He went downstairs, grabbed a clean towel, and returned upstairs. He stopped at the bathroom door, opened it partially, and pushed his hand through with the towel.
“Here.”
“I’m in the tub,” his mother said. “Bring it in and put it where I can reach it.”
He opened the door further, hearing the audiobook she had been listening to earlier. She had lit several scented candles, and the air was steamy and fragrant. His eyes traced the outline of the tub and the very naked woman in it.
Most of his mother’s body was hidden by bubbles, but that somehow made the sight more tantalizing. He could see the shape of her breasts, large, wet, and slick, as well as a hint of her nipples. Her arms rested on the edge of the tub, and her left one raised as she reached for the towel.
“Thanks, Harry,” Bellatrix said. “Could you do me one more quick favor?”
He froze, unable to do anything but stare at her. She looked so different without her glasses—strange considering how many other things were on display. He regretted not being able to see her nipples through the bubbles and felt a sudden, irresistible stirring in his loins.
“Harry?” his mother said. “Sorry, what was that?”
“I want to cut my nails, but I left the clipper in my room... my room.” She gave him a patient and somewhat knowing smile, perhaps at least partially aware of the effect she had on him. “Can you bring it to me?”
“Of course.” He turned away from her with stiff movements and left the bathroom, feeling the escape from the steam’s heat and the situation’s intensity. He realized he hadn't asked her where she kept the nail clipper when he entered her room, but also that this gave him an opportunity. It was the perfect excuse to poke around a bit, to see if there was anything she might want to keep out of sight.
It seemed unlikely that the Master Pulse belonged to his mother, but still... He first approached her dresser, opening it carefully and quietly. Bellatrix was still listening to her audiobook, giving him confidence that he would hear it stop or her approach if she left the bath. Most of the top drawer contained socks, underwear, and bras. Harry felt his face heat up as he rummaged, pushing items aside.
There was something else, an item that caught his eye and was incriminating in itself. A pair of pink handcuffs, clearly meant for play. The kind meant for... sex. He felt breathless, blood rushing to his head and another visible area.
A mental image of his mother lying on her back on the bed, hands cuffed to the headboard, rubbing her thighs and panting as various levels of Magic Pulse were tested one by one, flashed through his mind. “Harry?” Bellatrix called. “You didn’t forget, did you? They should be on my dresser.”
“I see them,” he called back, quietly closing the top drawer. He grabbed the nail clippers and brought them back to the bathroom, adjusting himself before entering to at least somewhat quell his arousal. “Thanks, honey,” Bellatrix said.
“No problem, Mom.” He handed them to her and set them on the edge of the tub, the image of her naked in the bath, with fewer bubbles than ever hiding her body, sneaking into his vision from the corner of his eye.
Harry returned to his room, closed the door, and picked up the remote. He tried to turn it on without success. Part of him wondered if he could just let it go after what he had seen. The Magic Pulse must have belonged to his mother. At least she was now his primary suspect.
Except he hadn’t found the toy itself. It was possible that the buzzing came from various places in the house. He wondered why he cared so much, but it was a question with no answer in words, only in deeper feelings.
Harry spent most of the morning and afternoon struggling with his arousal. He just wanted to watch some porn and get off, but every time he sat down intending to do so, his mind pulled him in a direction he didn’t want to go. It felt like watching a lot of pornography targeted at people with similar taboo attractions would only reinforce his perversions.
He knew he was probably overreacting. He guessed it was less about fear of contamination and more about fear of getting caught. His mother, as a therapist, would probably have an open mind. Daphne would tease him and never let him live it down. Astoria...
Fuck. Astoria. He looked at the clock and realized he had wasted the whole day. If he wanted to pick her up on time, he had to move.
He hurried downstairs and grabbed his keys. Bellatrix was sitting at the kitchen table, still listening to her audiobook with her laptop open. She waved at him and blew a kiss as he rushed out the front door.
“Drive safe,” she said.
“I will. Enjoy your audiobook.”
She smiled and nodded. The book segment currently playing depicted two characters flirting dangerously, and he couldn’t help but notice how flushed his mother’s cheeks were.
He put on his helmet and rolled his bike out of the garage. Making sure the second helmet was in the luggage net for Astoria, he started it up and took off.
The cold air on his face had a sobering effect on his mood and perspective. He had been spending far too much time at home. That was the real problem—the proximity of three wonderful, intelligent, and potentially sexually crafty women.
He needed to find a job and meet new friends. Specifically, a girlfriend. Someone who could capture his attention, if not completely dispel the moods that triggered those little illicit impulses.
He was running a bit late to pick up Astoria and had to speed up a little to make it on time. A long line of cars was already queued up in the pickup lane, and he took his place at the end, slowly inching his bike forward as each vehicle took its time collecting their teenage charges. Each of them was in no hurry to collect their teenage ward.
He removed his helmet just before his turn in the lane. Astoria appeared in front of the school’s main doors after about a minute. He expected to see her as distraught as the previous day and was ready to jump into action if necessary, to forcefully chase away her tormentors. With Astoria, he felt at least a sense of honor, like a true older brother who would defend her if needed.
She was walking with someone, not one of the girls from the previous day, as far as Harry could tell, but another older girl with a blonde braid and sunglasses. Astoria waved at the girl as she walked away, laughing at something she said and glancing uncertainly toward Harry. He got off the bike to take Astoria’s helmet as she ran up to him.
"Hey!" she called out.
She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, and then kissed him... on the lips. He was so shocked that he could only return her kiss, pressing her body to his, tasting the fruity lip balm. He blinked as the kiss ended and let his arms fall from her body.
"Come on," she said. "You’re taking me home, right?"
Astoria’s eyes seemed to plead with him not to say anything, not to make a scene. He nodded and got back on the motorcycle, putting on his helmet, still feeling the fresh taste on his lips. Astoria climbed on behind him as they left the school driveway and hit the road.
He didn’t take her straight home. He stopped at a gas station, more to talk than to refuel. Astoria avoided his gaze as they both removed their helmets and stood next to the bike.
"Astoria," he said. "What’s going on? Why did you... do that?"
She shrugged. "I don’t know."
"Hey." He touched her shoulders and waited for her to look at him. "I’m not mad. I think I can at least partly guess. Just talk to me."
"I’m sorry," she murmured. "Can it wait until we get home?"
"Yeah, I guess it can."
He ended up putting some gas in the bike before they rode the rest of the way home. Bellatrix was still in the kitchen, with her laptop open, but the audiobook was silent. Daphne was sitting on the couch, dressed in workout clothes and munching on an apple.
"Thanks for picking up Astoria again, Harry," Bellatrix said. "Do either of you want a snack before dinner? I had Daphne buy some fruits at the grocery store when she was by my car."
Harry was still focused on the situation with Astoria, but he tried to act normal. "Daphne ran an errand for you? What did you have to bribe her with to make that happen?"
"Hey!" Daphne called out. "That’s so unfair."
"Leftover money I gave her," Bellatrix said.
"I’m not hungry," Astoria said. "I have some homework I need to do. Harry, can you help me with it?"
"Yeah, for a bit," he replied.
"Aw," said Daphne. "Not only does Harryy-kun pick up his little sister, but he also helps her with her homework. What did she have to bribe you with to make that happen?"
"As it happens, she just had to be a cool sister," Harry replied. "You should try it sometime."
He followed Astoria to her room. She let him enter first, closed the door behind her, and then locked it.
"Geez," Harry said. "Security is tight today, I see." Astoria walked over to her computer and turned on some music, not too loud, but loud enough to drown out their voices even if someone was eavesdropping right outside the door.
"I just don't want Daphne or Mom to find out about this."
"Why did you even do it, Astoria?" He sat on her bed and looked at her seriously. "Why did you kiss me?"
Astoria sat down next to him and stared at the bed for a few seconds. "Did you see the girl I was with today after school?"
"The blonde with the braid?"
She nodded. "That's my friend, Ginny. My only friend, really. She used to hang out with the popular kids when we were freshmen, but she never took part in the bullying or the fake Instagram stuff. She wasn't my best friend, but she was always kind and supportive. Maybe that's the best friend you can have when you're as much of a loser as I am. I don't know."
Harry put an arm around her. "I think I understand."
"She saw me when you picked me up yesterday," Astoria said. "She asked in the hallway if you were my boyfriend, and some girls who hate me overheard her. They were all joking that I finally had a real, live boyfriend all day, and... it's just so unfair!"
She looked at Harry with tears in her eyes. "Oh, Astoria." He pulled her closer and hugged her.
"I just blurted out to one of them that, of course, I had a boyfriend, and of course, he didn’t go to our school. I said that... I’d never date any jerk from my school, and that’s basically true. Part of me liked lying to them. They tortured me with that fake Instagram boyfriend. I just felt... fair, you know? Pretending to have a boyfriend, just like they did to me. Maybe it wasn’t fair, but it felt like I was taking back some of my power."
"Hey, if it made you feel better, it’s no big deal," Harry said. "Especially since I don’t go to your school, and no one there knows me. It’s hard to disprove."
"So, you don’t mind?"
"Not really," he said. "Not for you."
"Even if I have to kiss you when you pick me up from now on?"
He blinked, surprised by the question and how strangely it excited him. "A kiss now and then is... no big deal, I guess."
"I also said that since it’s Friday night, maybe..." Astoria trailed off, mumbling softly. "...maybe I'd go on a double date with Ginny and her boyfriend Trevor. With my boyfriend."
She looked at him with pleading eyes, so fragile and innocent.
"Oh, Astoria," he said, shaking his head reflexively. "That might be... a bit harder."
She blinked a few times, and moisture gathered in the corners of her eyes. One of her hands touched his, squeezing it with delicate desperation.
"Okay," he said. "Never mind. Just for tonight."
"Thanks, Harry!" She kissed him on the cheek, her despairing mood discarded like used bubble gum. "We're going to the movies. We need to be there before seven, so you should start getting ready around five."
She stood up and walked over to her dresser, ignoring him as she began picking out an outfit. Harry frowned and silently looked at his quiet and delicate younger sister again.
