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Home Sweet Home ch.4
🕑 Added 2024-05-14 18:29:10 +0000 UTCHarry made himself a sandwich and settled comfortably on the couch, watching television for most of the afternoon. His mother and Astoria returned home around four. He greeted them with a wave as he carried his plate back to the kitchen.
"Mom," he said, smiling. "How was your day?"
"Long." She smiled and hugged him. "It's good to be home."
Harry was still getting used to the hugs and closeness. His mother's perfume would have caught his attention if he hadn't been so aware of her soft, proportionate body pressed against him. He breathed in as he pulled away from her, focusing on Astoria.
"Hi Astoria," he said. "How was school?"
She shrugged and didn't give a real answer. Harry nodded and resisted the urge to pry. His mother watched him, her gaze seeming almost analytical for a moment.
"Could you help Astoria with her homework?" she asked.
"Of course," he replied. "Assuming she wants help."
"She does." His mother kicked off her heels and arched her back, which did interesting things to the way her blouse fit over her chest. "She mentioned it on the way home. I think she was just too shy to ask you herself."
"She was never this shy before I left," Harry muttered. "Maybe a little shy, but never to this extent."
"She's had... a tough time at school."
Harry nodded. He headed upstairs, stopping in front of Astoria's room before knocking on the half-open door. "Astoria?" he said. "Can I come in?"
"Sure."
He pushed the door open and found her sitting on her bed in her school uniform, wearing a pair of socks patterned with the penguin character from the movie "Mr. Popper's Penguins."
"Mom said you might need help with your homework," he said.
She shrugged again. "Not really. I just need to fix my computer."
"What's wrong with it?"
"It won't turn on." She walked over to her desk and shook the mouse to wake the monitor from sleep mode. She opened the web browser and sighed in frustration. "See?"
"Yeah, that's definitely a computer offline," he said. "I can try a few things."
Astoria let out an impossibly cute hum and clicked on a few bookmarks, which, of course, didn't open. "I've tried everything."
"Let me take a look."
He tried to push her aside, but she wouldn’t move. It ended with him standing right behind her, sneaking up to the mouse. Astoria stayed in her place, even pushing back for a surprising moment, causing her small rear to come into direct contact with Harry’s crotch. He took a breath, catching a waft of her youthful, teenage scent, and for a moment, her red hair filled his field of vision.
"Astoria," he said softly, despite the sudden tension.
"Go ahead," she said. "Do what you usually do."
Harry shook his head and took control of the mouse. Astoria didn’t budge, remaining pressed against him with her back. He could feel the curve of her rear as she brushed against him again, the subtle, girlish shape of her hips and waist making it suddenly hard to focus on anything other than her petite body.
"What about this?" He tried to disconnect her from the internet.
"Maybe," Astoria said.
He waited a few seconds. The strange tension reached a new peak. The idea that the remote could belong to Astoria, his sweet younger sister secretly experimenting with perverse erotic toys, suddenly popped into his head. The scene of her moaning in bed seemed to flash through his mind with vivid details. He leaned forward as he reconnected her, his semi-hard cock briefly pressing against her rear in a way she must have felt.
"That’s all," Astoria said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Her rear brushed against his crotch one last time as she cleared her throat and turned to look him in the eye. "It's back online. Thanks, Harry."
She smiled so innocently that it almost seemed cruel, and patted him on the chest. "Yes..." he said. "No problem."
He turned to leave, glancing back at Astoria as she sat down at her desk and resumed her work. Harry went back to his room and sat on his bed. His erection was almost painful. The remote was burning a hole in his pocket, and the temptation to find out which one of them it belonged to suddenly seemed like the only thing that mattered in his life.
Harry spent the next hour in his room trying to work out exactly what size and type of battery he needed for the remote control. It was a far more complicated task than he had originally anticipated, and the different sizes of extremely similar watch batteries led to a confusing situation that made him regret that he couldn't just find a battery that would fit dead earlier in the day.
He got hungry when evening came and went to see if his mother had started cooking yet. She was in her office downstairs, but the door was ajar. He stopped before knocking, hearing her voice.
"That sounds like a challenge, Deborah," Bellatrix said. "Have you tried to incorporate toys into your relationship with Ted?
Harry felt his heart speed up. Bellatrix was conducting an online session with one of her patients. Eavesdropping was probably a huge breach of ethics and privacy, but he was sure he had just heard his mother mention erotic toys.
"I'm not even sure how the conversation would have gone," a female voice said during the video call. "He would have taken it badly if I had suggested it to him. He would think he wasn't good enough for me."
"I understand," Bellatrix said. "It's important to consider his feelings in a situation like this. But I think it would be worth mentioning, especially if you communicate in a loving way and tell him it's not about him, but about your pleasure and satisfaction. Your feelings count too."
He crept even closer to the door. He would have put his mother at the bottom of the list of suspected remote control owners, but hearing her speak, it was hard not to rethink that assumption.
He just needed Deborah to ask the obvious question - had she ever used toys herself? He felt his cock move in a confused way as he wondered how she might answer. Why did he want to hear that answer so badly? She was his mother, for God's sake. "I'll think about it," Deborah said. "Thanks, Bellatrix. Same time next week?
'Same time next week,' said his mother.
Harry cursed inwardly and took a few crawling steps
from the door.
'What the fuck are you doing?” growled Daphne.
Harry turned, spotting his older sister at the bottom of the stairs. She was wearing a pink T-shirt with an inverted heart on the front that only reached halfway down, covering her belly button, and loose grey sweatpants.
"I was just about to ask my mum what we were having for dinner," he said, mostly truthfully. "What were you doing earlier when you took my clothes out of the washing machine and left them on the dryer?
"You just left them there," Daphne said, walking past him on her way to the couch. "You expect me to do your laundry for you? I won't touch your nasty boxers.
"They were clean. They'd just come out of the washing machine. God, you're unbelievable. I suppose I'll return the favour the next time your stuff gets in my way."
"Don't you dare put your hand on my things," she said defiantly. "If I ever catch you touching my knickers, I'll go straight to my mum.
"Go straight to your mum with what?” Asked Bellatrix, walking into the living room.
"Oh nothing," replied Daphne.
"Daphne is just annoying," said Harry. "Fuck you, Harryy-kun."
"Hey," Bellatrix pointed her finger at Daphne. "Language. Can't you two at least try to get along?
Daphne rolled her eyes. Harry was glad she hadn't continued with her earlier question. He didn't want his mother to know he'd overheard, even if it was mostly by accident.
"Mum," he said. "What's for dinner?"
"I'm just getting started," she said. "How about alfredo pasta? It'll be quick."
"Sounds good to me," Harry said. "Didn't we eat that a few days ago?” groaned Daphne.
"Is there anything you're not complaining about?” asked Harry.
Daphne looked at him. Bellatrix sighed and headed for the kitchen. Harry watched her walk away, catching
her skirt as she turned the corner, as it framed her hips and ass. The image of his mother and one of her patients talking about erotic toys was still in his head and he felt uncomfortable about how much it excited him.
"I'm going to play a game," Daphne said.
She threw herself on the couch and grabbed the controller for their family's Nintendo Switch. Harry was still a little annoyed with her, but he saw an opportunity to ease some of the friction.
"Move over," he said. "And hand me the other controller.
Daphne furrowed her brow, but a small smile crept onto her face. "All right, Harryy-kun. Just don't get mad that you're losing to a girl when I take you down."
Harry chuckled and turned on his controller when she handed it to him. Daphne launched Super Smash Bros from the main screen, one of their old favorite games from when they were close growing up. Harry felt a warm sense of nostalgia, or perhaps just the urge to tease her.
"I still remember Christmas when we first got the Wii version of this game," Daphne said. "Do you remember how mad you got the first time I beat you?"
"No, but I remember the last time when you nearly broke the controller," Harry said, shaking his hands as Daphne displayed the character selection screen. "I hope you cherish that memory. At my college, tons of people played Smash, and I've gotten a lot better. You'll never beat me again."
"I bet that's all you did, play Smash," Daphne said mockingly.
The jab hit a bit too close to home as Harry thought of Hermione and her parting words when their relationship fell apart. His face felt hot, but he smiled through his annoyance, knowing it was unfair to lash out at Daphne.
"Pick your character," he said.
"Done." She chose Hyrule Temple as their level, one of the few they always agreed on. The countdown started, and the battle began.
Harry held his own, but only at first. It was true he had played a lot of Super Smash Bros while away at college, but he hadn't exactly focused on it. Nor was he the best player at his school. Daphne was simply on another level, making him wonder if she had trained specifically for this moment.
"Given up yet?" she taunted as she knocked him off the stage.
"No."
Harry concentrated, doing his best to dodge, block, and counter her attacks as he respawned. Daphne laughed at him, which only fueled his irritation as his defeat slowly became inevitable. "How about now?" she asked, knocking him out a second time.
"You don't get it, Daphne." He reached over and began pressing buttons on her controller. "I'll do anything to win."
"You jerk!" she said, laughing.
She grabbed his controller, and suddenly their characters' actions seemed to mirror their movements on the couch. They tousled and fought over their controllers. Harry had a significant physical advantage outside the game.
He yanked Daphne's controller, pulling both it and her backward. She refused to let go, falling onto him, and he toppled sideways on the couch. He felt a confused rush of emotions as her body collided with his. She was soft, but the way her breasts and thighs pressed against him was vaguely sexual and dangerous.
"Give it to me," she muttered, still gripping both controllers.
"I don't think so," he said.
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her controller to her stomach. Daphne writhed on top of him, her body rubbing against him in a way that made his heart race.
She had large breasts and a really nice butt. He involuntarily thought about how quickly he would get aroused if someone outside his family looked similar, or even if it were just her with a mask or bag over her head. Realizing this made it all the more real in a perverse way, and he felt himself getting hard in a sprint.
"Harry!" Daphne cried.
He tried quickly to yank her controller away, knowing she wouldn't let him live it down if she noticed his erection. Daphne squirmed and writhed, and Harry felt her butt brush against his crotch. She let out a surprised and sexy gasp and immediately froze.
"Daphne! Harry! Astoria! Dinner's ready," Bellatrix called from the kitchen.
"Did you hear that, Harry?" Daphne was still clinging to him, and he swore he felt her hips tense slightly. "Dinner's ready."
"Daphne..." he muttered, finally letting go of the controller. "Get off me."
"You're too easy, Harryy-kun."
She made another incredibly hot sound, leaning back, placing her butt on his thighs in impossible contact with his hardening erection as she got off him. Harry watched her walk into the kitchen, swaying her hips in an entrancing way under her gray sweatpants.
