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Brooms and Cock ch.15
🕑 Added 2024-05-11 19:31:17 +0000 UTCGrasping the cane leaning against the chair, Harry Potter gestured towards the stairs leading to the alley and ascended. Each step felt like a stride closer to death, but he wasn't prepared to go down that way. He wouldn't avoid a fight, wouldn't involve his sisters in it, nor would he let the old man fall into a trap.
Pausing at the top, Harry glanced at the towering figure in the shadowed alcove. A tap on his shoulder diverted his attention, and Hiram handed him the cane with a smile. Harry took it, nodded in gratitude, and breathed slowly, attempting to calm his nerves before entering the alley.
He expected a sudden attack or thugs emerging from the shadows, but nothing happened. The moonlight cast its glow, revealing no hidden enemies.
"I really wish they'd clean up this place," muttered Hiram, joining Harry. "I understand the need to preserve the atmosphere, but does it have to smell this bad?"
"It attracts rats," Harry replied, scanning for threats.
Hiram chuckled, resting a hand on Harry's forearm as they walked down the alley. Lights flashed ahead, and Harry braced himself, but it was just an elegant black sedan.
"Thank you, young man," said Hiram as Harry handed him the cane and the driver opened the door. "It was a pleasant surprise running into you tonight. Good luck with your endeavors, and if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
"I wouldn't trouble a happy retiree," said Harry, a smile breaking his tension. He was sure they'd come for him once Hiram left, so he continued scanning the street.
"Don't be silly. I enjoyed the taste of old business you brought back tonight," said Hiram, gesturing towards an unmarked white van down the street. The doors opened, revealing five bound men wriggling inside.
"Darrel will drop them off north of Dearborn with a few reminders on how to talk to women in the club."
"Thank you," said Harry with immense gratitude.
"No need," winked Hiram. "It was a blast."
He got into his sedan, and the driver drove off in the opposite direction of the van. Harry realized he still held Hiram's cane like a weapon and returned to the speakeasy.
The porter let him in without trouble, and Harry greeted him with a rare nod. The sisters rushed to him, genuine fear in their eyes, Gabrielle nervously biting her nails.
"We were so worried about you!" the sisters exclaimed, grabbing Harry Potter by the shirt and arms, checking for injuries. He was lost in thought, a crease still lingering on his face. When he smiled and reassured them, they hugged him tightly, and he held them close.
He felt the jealous stares of other men as his fingers trailed over the sisters' backs, and they buried their faces in his chest.
"Are you done with your little adventure?" Harry asked, and they nodded eagerly.
"Let's go home," Fleur said, wrapping her arm around Harry's back and leading him towards the door.
"We have a tub of Haagen-Dazs and a bottle of wine if you want to drop by," Gabrielle said, batting her eyelashes.
"I could be persuaded," replied Harry, intrigued. "Does that mean I passed your test?"
"There are still a few things we'd like to... explore before fully committing," Fleur giggled as they passed the massive porter, who tipped his hat to Harry.
"I thought you both wanted to work for me?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"The question isn't about working for you," said Fleur with a smile. "It's about how much work we're willing to do."
Harry had a sense they would remain elusive no matter how much he pressed. Hailing a taxi, they provided the address of their apartment building and set off. During the ride, the ladies quizzed Harry for more details about his plans, and he opened up about nearly everything.
While concealing only the most crucial details, Harry found that their keen minds knew more about the industry than he had anticipated. They easily discussed design, testing, and implementing racing brooms. By the time they reached the glass elevator, they were engrossed in a heated debate about the significance of older and younger drivers.
"If you don't have older drivers mentoring the younger ones, there's too much internal competition," argued Harry.
"You need that rivalry," interjected Fleur. "Without it, you'll never push the boundaries of your brooms," added Gabrielle. "If you're aiming for the top five, sure. But when it comes to the podium, you need drivers who push each other to the limits, racing on the same broom."
"Sounds expensive," muttered Harry. "But your arguments make sense."
"It will be costly," shrugged Gabrielle. "But without a few crashes, you'll never find the limits."
Their apartment was spacious, adorned with postmodern furniture that looked stylish but lacked comfort. In the open kitchen, Gabrielle grabbed a container of ice cream and three spoons, while Fleur brought a bottle and glasses. Meanwhile, Harry wandered around the living room, browsing through the photos on the shelves.
The photos depicted the sisters in their younger years, mostly as teenagers and during their time at Beauxbatons, dressed in various sports jerseys and uniforms, from quidditch to basketball. In each picture, a tall, balding man stood proudly beside them with a wide smile. "Your father?" Harry asked, pointing to a specific photo as Fleur handed him a wine glass.
"Yes," she replied with a sad smile. "He passed away last year."
"I'm sorry for your loss," offered Harry, sensing her pain and quickly changing the subject to avoid further sadness. "Looks like you were athletes."
What do you mean "were"? Gabrielle joined them, her gaze lingering on the photos with a melancholy smile. "Dad was our biggest fan... it was tough when he passed."
"Is that Krum?" Harry pointed to another photo, where the sisters stood next to an older man holding up a golden trophy.
"Sharp eye," noted Fleur, stepping closer. "That was our first year at school together. We were smitten... Poor guy was too shy to accept our offer."
Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Fleur's suggestive smile. "You two..." he trailed off as he realized what had happened.
"Fleur and I always fall for the same man," Gabrielle affectionately ran her fingers over the photo. "At first, it caused quite a stir."
"And now?" Harry asked, sensing a shift in the atmosphere.
"We've learned to share," Fleur poured herself another glass of wine as Harry sat on the couch.
"It doesn't sit well with us, though," Gabrielle sat next to him. "We haven't found a man brave enough to take what we clearly desire."
"Bravery, huh?" Harry stood in front of Gabrielle, noticing her gaze fixated on the bulge in his pants. Despite their earlier closeness, his arousal still lingered. "Bravery?"
"Mhmm," Gabrielle nodded absentmindedly.
"That's what every woman wants, sweetheart," Fleur chimed in, raising her glass. "Here's to new adventures."
"Here's to reaching the podium," Harry toasted, turning to Fleur.
"I'll drink to that," she replied, taking a generous sip. "Gabrielle, cat got your tongue?" Fleur glanced at her sister, who seemed fascinated by Harry's bulge. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her breath quickened.
"No cat," Harry chuckled, turning to Fleur and admiring her reaction as she followed her sister's gaze. "What do the ladies say to starting this evening?"
Fleur's cheeks flushed, and as Harry pulled her close, she let out a surprised "Ooh!" Her nails dug into his skin as she hugged him tightly. Her bright blue eyes widened and softened as he leaned in, and a sigh escaped her lips before they met in desire.
As her soft, pink lips parted, and her delicate tongue traced over his, Harry thanked all the forces for taking action. Part of him was terrified and wanted to flee the apartment. Facing one of his deepest desires could be overwhelming.
Most men freeze when given the chance to act, but Harry didn't want to be like most men.
Fleur was almost as petite as Hermione in his arms, but unlike his submissive assistant, she didn't wait for his move. With delicate fingers, she toyed with his belt and shirt buttons, and when he broke their kiss, she emitted a purr of desire.
Turning to catch Gabrielle's passionate gaze, Harry reached down with his free hand. Her sister grabbed it, allowing him to pull her towards him. The kiss of the quiet sister was even more fervent than her sister's. Strong fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, while her tongue explored his mouth. Hungry kisses stole his breath as his hands grabbed two firm, petite buttocks.
"Merlin," Fleur breathed out, her hand sliding down his pants, and the cool fingers tracing his length. "Mhmm, that's also girly, Gabrielle."
"We've always wanted to try a girly cock," the sisters laughed, interrupting the kiss and looking down.
As her sister began to undo his pants, Harry's firm grip on her buttocks stopped her from joining her kneeling sister.
Releasing Fleur, Harry felt a cool breeze on his bare buttocks as she removed his pants and boxers. The sister gasped as his cock popped into view, while her sister moaned as his lips placed fiery kisses on her neck.
Harry couldn't tear his hands away from Gabrielle's amazing body. Sliding his hands down her slender legs, he pulled up her tight dress, revealing black panties. Her nails dug into his scalp as he kissed the peaks of her pert breasts.
Sliding the top of her dress down, Harry uncovered first one, then the other nipple. Gabrielle moaned as his lips teased them into firm little points. Then he gasped as cool fingers trailed along his shaft, and hot lips wrapped around the tip.
Breaking away from Gabrielle's undulating chest, Harry looked down and saw Fleur kneeling before him, her attention on his throbbing cock. The wine glass was forgotten as the adorable blonde knelt, her skirt rising around her buttocks, revealing her sister's matching panties.
"Don't be nervous and don't be ashamed with us," she whispered in his ear, her lips and breath sending shivers down his spine. "Like any other guy we've tried this with, okay?"
In response, Harry kissed her deeply, resting his hand on her sister's head. Fleur moaned at the sight of his cock as he gently guided her, not forcing her like he did with Hermione. She choked when less than half of his cock found its way into her mouth and withdrew, her chest heaving.
The little blonde wasn't discouraged, diving forward once more. As Harry pushed her sister's head to the side, their cheeks pressed together. Gabrielle hissed in anticipation, hunger coursing through her face as she watched her sister suck his cock like a wild creature. Fleur's eyes opened, meeting Harry's gaze, then her sister's, and her delicate lips curved into a smile.
Releasing his head with an audible pop, Fleur ran her delicate fingers along his length. Leaning forward, she pressed him against her cheek, and his heavy member settled on her face as she pressed her lips to his balls.
"It's so fucking hot," Gabrielle breathed out, stealing one last kiss before Harry led the trembling sister past her sister.
Gabrielle immediately pressed her smooth cheek to her sister's, taking his second ball into her hot mouth. Harry groaned in pleasure, and both women smiled, their eyes shining with delight as they looked at each other, then lifted their gaze to assess his reaction.
For a moment, Harry admired the situation, then took control of the moment. His experiences with women might not be as extensive as some, but he had repeatedly learned a simple truth.
Women desired a man who could confidently take control, and in rare cases, domination.
The sisters didn't want to be dominated; Harry could easily read that. What they never had, but always desired, was a man who wouldn't be intimidated by the prospect of both at once and could lead them on a explorative journey, not just check off items on a to-do list.
