Ch: 10-12 - Cultivation/HP Fics

Chapter 10: A Wild Ride With Emma

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Harry grinned wickedly as he stepped out onto the manicured lawn, feeling the cool breeze brush past his bare legs. It was almost midday, and the temperature had risen significantly since morning, making it the perfect time for a quick flight around the grounds. And if there was anything better than spending quality time alone in nature, it was sharing such moments with someone else... Someone like Emma Granger, whose sultry curves were already calling out to him even from afar.

As he drew closer, Harry noticed that she hadn't changed since her library visit, still wearing that same provocative summer dress she'd worn earlier. Her cleavage threatened to spill forth any second, while the hemline rode precariously high along her thighs, revealing ample amounts of leg all the way down to her shapely calves.

Her long brunette hair cascaded freely down her shoulders, catching the sunlight beautifully and casting an ethereal glow about her figure. She caught sight of him just then, offering him a radiant smile that sent waves of warmth coursing through his veins.

In fact, everything about her screamed 'sex', drawing his gaze towards every inch of her form hungrily. Even the slightest movement caused her breasts to jiggle enticingly within the confines of the thin fabric, sending his mind racing with filthy thoughts.

And then, a gust of wind blew across the garden, lifting the skirt of her dress ever so slightly, exposing what lay hidden beneath: nothing but soft, bare flesh glistening in the sun. A sudden surge of lust filled him upon seeing her bare pussy lips peeking out between her thighs. Harry swallowed hard, realising that, just like her daughter, Emma had decided to go without underwear today.

"Emma!" Harry exclaimed, trying to keep his voice steady despite the raging inferno building within him. "I see you're ready."

She giggled softly, blushing lightly as she glanced downwards at her own attire. "Oh, yes," she replied coyly, holding her arms wide apart. "I thought I might as well make use of this lovely weather while it lasts..."

Her words carried a hint of naughtiness that made his pulse race faster. If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn that she was teasing him intentionally. Then again, knowing how bold these women could get whenever given half a chance, perhaps she really was playing games with him.

Either way, one thing remained clear - she wanted another broomride, and judging by the hunger burning deep within her eyes, she wanted much more than just his groping hands and his fat cock down her throat this time. No doubt, whatever fantasies she'd concocted during their previous encounter had grown wilder by the day, pushing her limits further beyond reason or sanity.

But Harry didn't care; he welcomed the challenge eagerly, ready to dive headfirst into yet another round of debauchery without hesitation. So, without wasting another moment, he held out his trusty Firebolt X, inviting her aboard with a playful grin.

"Well, hop on then," he urged seductively, extending his free hand towards her. "We don't want to waste any more time, do we?"

Emma nodded enthusiastically, taking hold of his hand firmly. With a single leap, she swung herself gracefully onto the seat ahead of him, settling comfortably against its leather cushions. The move brought her ass cheeks flush against his crotch, causing his shaft to throb uncontrollably once more.

He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to thrust forward instinctively. Instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her close until her back pressed snugly against his chest. His fingers danced lazily over her stomach, tracing invisible patterns across her dress lovingly.

Within seconds, the two took off into the sky, leaving behind the mansion below them as they ascended higher and higher. Soon enough, they reached cruising altitude, allowing the wind to rush past them unhindered.

It billowed freely through Emma's dress, fluttering the fabric gently against her body and occasionally lifting it to reveal her bare pussy underneath. Harry groaned deeply, watching intently as each gust lifted her skirt higher and higher, eventually baring her completely to his view.

And the hemline wasn't the only part affected by the breeze, either. Every now and then, a sudden gust would blow directly between her legs, tickling her sensitive folds and eliciting gasps of pleasure from her lips. Each time, her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding her plump bottom back into his growing bulge.

His mind reeled with excitement, imagining himself tearing away those final layers separating him from her slit. Just thinking about sinking into her heat drove him mad with lust, urging him to act upon his impulses immediately. But instead, he kept himself in check, savouring the anticipation slowly before giving in entirely.

As if sensing his intentions, Emma pushed her ass backwards once more, rubbing her firm cheeks against his erection shamelessly. Her actions spoke louder than any words could, making it clear exactly what she desired most right now. And Harry couldn't blame her for being impatient; after all, who wouldn't want some hot action when presented with such a perfect opportunity?

So, with a wicked smirk, Harry slowed the broom's speed considerably, letting them drift leisurely through the skies above Potter Manor. He allowed the wind to continue teasing Emma mercilessly, enjoying the show put on before his very eyes.

"You seem awfully eager today," Harry remarked casually, leaning in closer to whisper into her ear. "What brings about such enthusiasm?"

Emma sighed softly, melting even further against his embrace. "Honestly... It's your fault," she admitted quietly, biting her lip nervously. "Ever since receiving that replica dildo from Anastasia yesterday morning, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and your big cock."

Her confession sent waves of satisfaction coursing through him, filling him with pride at having left such an impression on her. Knowing that he alone had driven her crazy with desire was incredibly arousing, igniting his loins with renewed vigour.

Without waiting another second, Harry let go of her waist, reaching beneath her dress instead. His fingers slid effortlessly along the smooth skin of her lower stomach, stopping just short of her wet entrance. There, he paused briefly, teasing her with featherlight touches designed to drive her insane.

"Mmmm... Yes," she purred lowly, squirming ever so slightly under his touch. "Every time I slide it inside myself, I can practically feel you there too... Filling me up, stretching me wider than ever before..."

The mental image alone made Harry's balls tighten painfully, threatening to burst already. He clenched his jaw, trying to maintain control over his own urges while continuing to tantalise hers.

"And every time I cum, I imagine it's because of you," she continued breathlessly, surrendering herself fully to the sensation building within her depths. "Your name echoes through my mind like a mantra, begging me to keep going till I reach that glorious peak again and again."

Her admission struck a chord deep within him, resonating powerfully throughout his entire being. If anything, hearing how much she craved him made him hungrier still, driving him wild with desire.

Unable to resist any longer, Harry finally allowed his fingertips to dip lower, caressing the soft petals guarding her entrance tenderly. She moaned loudly, spreading her thighs wider apart to give him better access.

"Fuck, you're like a leaking cauldron!" he growled hungrily, feeling her juices coat his digits instantly. Within moments, he slipped one finger inside her easily, curling it upwards towards her g-spot.

She squealed in delight, pushing herself down onto his hand greedily. "Oh god! Yes, yes, YES!" she cried out, losing herself to the overwhelming pleasure washing over her senses. "Give me more, Harry! Fill me up properly this time!"

In response, Harry quickened his pace, pumping his digit steadily while adding another alongside it. Together, they stretched her wide open, claiming ownership over every inch of her inner sanctum. And judging by her reactions, she loved every moment of it, writhing passionately under his manipulations in pure ecstasy.

But despite their efforts, something remained missing - namely, the real thing itself. No matter how good his fingers felt, nothing compared to the actual experience of sliding his thick shaft into her welcoming warmth. So, without hesitation, Harry willingly complied, wandlessly vanishing away his trousers and t-shirt in a single heartbeat.

Instantly, his hard rod sprang free, pressing firmly against her covered cheeks as if begging for entry. Emma panted heavily, feeling its heat searing her flesh even through the thin fabric of her dress.

Unable to contain herself anymore, she reached down for the hemline of her summer dress and pulled it upwards, revealing everything underneath. The sudden exposure caused a shiver to run down her spine, but also allowed Harry full view of her gorgeous form once again.

Then, with a wicked grin, she threw the summer dress aside completely, to be swallowed whole by the winds around them. Suddenly, both of them were naked, floating freely through the air above Potter Manor without inhibition or restraint.

Emma wasted no time, bending forward until her breasts pressed against the handlebars of the broom. Then, she spread her legs wider apart, presenting her beautiful ass invitingly for Harry to enter.

"Do it already!" she demanded huskily, looking back at him over her shoulder. Her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation, reflecting the sunlight beautifully. "I've already committed the sin of fucking myself on another man's replica cock... What difference does it make now whether I take the real deal too?"

Her words held an irresistible allure that drew Harry in immediately. Without another thought, he positioned himself behind her, aligning the tip of his erection directly above her slick opening. With a gentle push, he sank slowly into her married depths, letting her stretch around him gradually.

She gasped softly, trembling uncontrollably as she adjusted to his size. Every inch felt incredible, sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through her veins. Soon enough, however, she began pushing herself backwards, urging him deeper still.

"Yes! Just like that!" she moaned deeply, grinding her hips eagerly. "Fuck me harder, Harry! Make me scream your name across the skies!"

Harry obliged, gripping her firmly by the hips as he started pounding her fiercely. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating from her core, making her toes curl tightly.

Emma was tight as a vice around him, squeezing his length relentlessly as he drilled into her over and over. Their bodies moved rhythmically together, merging as one entity amidst the clouds high above Potter Manor.

As the minutes passed, Emma grew increasingly vocal, screaming out her lustful desires for everyone to hear. The wind carried her voice far beyond the mansion grounds, proclaiming her surrender to the world below. For as his cock plundered her depths repeatedly, there was little doubt left about who truly owned her body right then and there.

With each thrust of his hips, her plump bottom slapped against his groin, creating delicious sounds that only added fuel to the fire burning between them. This MILF had transformed before his very eyes, becoming insatiable in ways he never imagined possible. And yet, somehow, she seemed to love every second of it, surrendering herself fully to his touch.

Suddenly, Harry released his hold of her hips, reaching further down instead. His fingers brushed lightly along her folds, teasing her sensitive clit lovingly. Meanwhile, the remaining hand found purchase on her heavy breasts, kneading them roughly while pinching her nipples playfully.

"Ahhh... Oh god, yes!" she screamed, bucking wildly under his attentions. "Keep doing that! Don't stop!"

He grinned darkly, increasing the tempo of both actions simultaneously. She responded enthusiastically, matching his speed move for move. Before long, her entire frame shuddered violently, signalling the approach of her climax.

"Oh fuck, Harry! I'm gonna CUUUMMMMMM!" she shouted suddenly, throwing her head back as her orgasm washed over her entirely. Her muscles clenched tightly around his shaft, milking him greedily.

"Fuck you're so tight!" Harry growled lowly, feeling her walls contract rhythmically. He could sense his own release drawing near, knowing that a single stroke would send him over the edge. "I'm close, Emma! You ready for this?"

She nodded frantically, biting her lip anxiously. "Yes, YES! Give it to me, Harry! Fill me up with your hot seed!"

And with those final words, Harry finally lost control. Gritting his teeth, he slammed into her depths one last time, flooding her married womb with thick ropes of his virile cum. They mixed instantly within her warmth, coating every inch of her inner sanctum.

Pulse after pulse shot forth, filling her utterly till not a drop remained unused. Eventually, he pulled free from her embrace, leaving their combined essence streaming down her thighs visibly and to drip down onto the grassy landscape below.

For several moments, neither spoke nor moved, simply enjoying each other's company without interruption. But eventually, Emma looked back at him, her cheeks flushed pink from exertion.

"Thank you," she whispered softly, pressing herself closer against his chest once more. "That was amazing..."

He chuckled quietly, stroking her hair tenderly. She really was a lot like her daughter. "No problem, Emma. It was my pleasure." Then, leaning in close, he planted a soft kiss on the back of her neck, savouring the taste of sweat and sunshine upon her skin. "Now, shall we get going? We don't want anyone stumbling upon us out here, do we?"

Emma giggled softly, nodding in agreement. "Can't you just magic some clothes for us first?" she asked hopefully, glancing downwards at their exposed forms.

Harry shook his head regretfully. "Sorry, but no can do," he replied apologetically. "While I can vanish things wandlessly, conjuring new ones is way beyond my abilities right now. And I left my wand in my bedroom."

Emma pouted slightly, looking embarrassed. "Well, damn," she muttered under her breath, blushing even redder than before. "Guess we'll have to fly back naked then..."

Harry laughed heartily, shaking his head playfully. "Looks like it," he confirmed cheerfully. His cock, still balls deep in her cunt, twitched happily inside her, eliciting another gasp from her lips.

The return trip to Potter Manor was a quick, but not unpleasant, affair, lasting merely minutes before they reached the safety of his bedroom window. There, Harry wandlessly unlocked the latch and pushed it open gently, allowing them entry indoors once again.

Once through the opening, Emma slowly dismounted Harry's still erect rod, wincing slightly as it slipped free from her well-used depths. A small stream of their mixed essences followed suit, trickling down her thighs and onto the carpet.

"Ah, that felt good," she sighed contentedly, stretching out her limbs lazily. "But now, I feel kinda empty inside..."

Harry chuckled softly, pulling her towards him lovingly. "Don't worry, Emma," he reassured her warmly, wrapping his arms around her waist, his cock pressed firmly against her lower belly. "We can always go again if you want."

Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously, reflecting the sunlight beautifully. "Tempting offer, Mr Potter," she admitted huskily, biting her lip seductively. "A quick round in the comforts of your bed does sound awfully appealing..."

Before he knew it, however, an unexpected knock echoed throughout the room, interrupting their intimate moment. Both froze instantly, realising that anyone could be entering uninvited any second now. And they were still completely naked!

Without hesitation, Harry reached for his wand, quickly conjuring them appropriate clothing - namely, a simple white t-shirt and black shorts for himself, while dressing Emma in a fresh summer dress similar to the one she had discarded earlier.

Just as he finished casting the spell, the door swung open silently, and Lily stuck her head inside curiously. She glanced around briefly, taking note of the two of them standing next to each other beside his bed. Both wore identical expressions of surprise, having been caught off guard by her sudden appearance.

Then, looking at Emma, she raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Everything alright in here?" she asked casually, trying hard to hide her curiosity.

Emma blushed deeply, stuttering nervously. "Y-yes... Just fine," she managed to say, fidgeting awkwardly. "Harry was very kind to give me another ride on his broom again today."

Lily blushed slightly too, sensing something amiss about her friend's demeanour and deep blush. "Oh, I see," she remarked thoughtfully, narrowing her gaze suspiciously.

Harry held out his broom helpfully and pointed to the still-open window, as if to prove that they had in fact been flying and that Emma's claims were true. Luckily enough, Lily didn't seem to notice the faint trail of their mixed juices running down Emma's leg, the pool starting to grow on the carpet or the bulge protruding against his shorts.

"Anyway, Harry," Lily continued, ignoring their previous conversation entirely. "I was wondering whether you'd care to join us by the poolside today? The weather seems perfect for a swim!"

Harry grinned broadly, feeling relieved at having escaped discovery. "Sure thing, Mum!" he agreed enthusiastically. "Give me a few moments to change into my trunks, and I'll meet you outside shortly!"

With those words, the two sexy witches left the room together, leaving Harry to watch their swaying hips appreciatively. Once sure they wouldn't come back anytime soon, he quickly pulled off his conjured clothes, changing into proper swimming gear instead.

It was time to enjoy some family bonding, after all! And what better way to celebrate such occasions than with a refreshing swim amidst beautiful company?

Chapter 11: Witches in Heat: Part I! - The six naughty ladies want Harry to help them snap a couple photos by the pool for their WitchTok channel. But Harry finds it exceedingly difficult to keep his cock in his swimming trunks when their 'bikinis' turn out to be little more than dental floss!

The warm sunlight bathed Potter Manor's garden in its gentle embrace, casting long shadows over the lush grass beneath. A light breeze rustled through the trees surrounding the property, adding just enough coolness to balance out the heat emanating from the sun above. And there, at the heart of this paradise, lay a sparkling blue pool surrounded by several sun loungers inviting anyone willing to enjoy some quality time under the sky.

But it wasn't the serene landscape or the refreshing water that caught Harry's attention right now. Instead, it was the sight of six gorgeous women lying around the edge of the pool, each one sexier than the last. And the slut-plague that seemed to have infected Potter Manor over the summer had reached critical levels today.

Harry swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry almost instantly upon seeing how much skin was on display today compared to when they last met here in this very same place. Every inch of these women's bodies shone brightly under the radiant glow of the sun, enticing him with promises of unimaginable pleasure if only he could reach out and touch them.

His gaze wandered lazily from one beauty to the next, taking note of every detail along the way. First, there was his mum, Lily, reclining comfortably on a large sun lounger beside the water. Her fiery red hair cascaded freely down her shoulders, reflecting the sunlight beautifully and creating an ethereal halo around her figure.

Her ample curves filled out the tiny black bikini she wore perfectly, showcasing her generous bosoms and wide hips without hiding anything behind layers of fabric. Each movement caused her chest to jiggle slightly within the confines of her bikini top, sending waves of warmth coursing through his veins.

He had never seen his mum like this before - confident, bold and seductive beyond reason. Even though she had always been beautiful, something about her demeanour had changed drastically since the beginning of the summer. He had hear of her youthful escapades during her days at Hogwarts, but it had always been difficult to imagine such a side of his mother. Now however, after having witnessed her loosen up more and more with each passing day, he couldn't help but want to explore those stories firsthand.

Next to her lay Emma and Anastasia, both equally stunning in their own ways. Emma wore a pink two-piece suit which highlighted the plump bottom he had spent the better part of the morning buried deep inside. There were even cutouts strategically placed throughout the design, exposing the bottom half of her perky breasts for his viewing pleasure. Meanwhile, Anastasia preferred a regal purple sheer mesh gown adorned with golden threads, making her attire a see-through ensemble revealing far too much flesh underneath, while giving her an air of sophistication unlike any other.

On the opposite side of the pool, three familiar faces awaited his hungry gaze. Hermione, Daphne and Iris looked incredible today, sporting skimpier swimwear than even their previous pool-shoot just a few days prior. In fact, calling what they wore 'swimwear' might be pushing it, unless you considered dental floss appropriate beach apparel.

Hermione donned a deep red string bikini consisting of nothing more than triangular scraps held together precariously by thin strings crisscrossing her body. Her nipples peeked out playfully between the gaps, teasing him mercilessly whenever she moved. Below the waistline, the g-string disappeared entirely into her crack, leaving everything exposed for his eager eyes.

Daphne, meanwhile, had simply opted to forego her top altogether, instead letting her firm tits bare for the sun and any passerby to admire (primarily him, Harry realised). Only a small blue thong remained to cover her lower regions, barely concealing the lips of her pussy from view.

And finally, there was his sister Iris, who seemed to have dressed more conservatively than her usual slutty behaviour would normally dictate. Her bountiful breasts spilled forth from a tiny green bandeau top, drawing his gaze towards their soft curves relentlessly. Most of her ass was covered by a small green wrap, tied with a loose knot on her left hip. He could only imagine that her most important assets were hidden by another piece of fabric tucked away discreetly under that cloth, or else she would risk exposing herself completely if she bent over carelessly or a gust of wind blew past unexpectedly.

Speaking of Iris, his sister must have noticed his wandering gaze, because she suddenly turned to face him directly. "Hey there, big bro!" she called out cheerfully, waving at him excitedly. "What took you so long? The party started ages ago!"

Harry chuckled lightly, hiding his embarrassment behind a grin. Had they been here long? If so, had they heard Emma's voice screaming his name across the skies as he filled her up with his seed just moments ago? He shook his head quickly; best not to think about that particular scenario...

"Sorry," he replied sheepishly, shaking his head apologetically. "Had to take Emma for a ride... You know how it is."

Iris blushed up a storm at his words, her cheeks turning a bright red to match her fiery locks. She glanced nervously over to where Emma lay beside her mum, seemingly trying to gauge whether the lady had indeed been railed by her brother recently, or if Harry was merely teasing her dirty mind again. But whatever information she gathered, she kept it to herself, choosing instead to focus back onto Harry once more.

"Well, either way," Iris continued embarrassedly, fidgeting awkwardly with her bandeau top. "Now that you're finally here, we can get started properly! We wanted to take some new photos for our WitchTok account, and since Mum, Emma and Auntie Anastasia decided to join us today, we thought why not make them participate too?"

Harry, however, was having a hard time concentrating on her words alone due to the sight before him. Standing just a few feet away from his sister, he was given quite the eyeful when she adjusted her bikini top, watching intently as her full breasts swayed softly within the constraints of the tight fabric. Oh, how he longed to touch those luscious mounds right now, feeling every curve and valley beneath his fingers. And then, maybe afterwards, he could bend her over the edge of the pool and sink himself deep between her inviting folds until she screamed his name across the manor garden...

His cock twitched involuntarily against its confinement, begging for another release though he had already had two rounds this morning alone. It was almost painful keeping it contained within the limits of his swimming trunks, which were considerably tighter than his regular shorts. This also meant that his bulge stood out prominently, clearly visible for anyone who cared to look.

And while Harry wasn't too fuzzed (Iris had had plenty of exposure to his cock lately anyway), it was still a bit embarrassing knowing that everyone around him could see exactly what kind of thoughts ran through his mind.

Luckily enough, Iris didn't notice his distraction just yet, continuing her explanation without interruption. "So yeah, that's pretty much it," she concluded cheerfully, looking expectantly towards him.

He blinked slowly, snapping himself out of his daydream before returning his attention fully onto her once more. "Sounds great!" he agreed enthusiastically, smiling warmly at her though he hadn't heard any of it. "Where do you want me?"

At those words, Iris blushed up another storm, her eyes suddenly glancing downwards at his protruding bulge before darting away guiltily. "Perv!" she accused jokingly, sticking her tongue out playfully.

Harry laughed heartily at her reaction. She must have thought he had made another innuendo, but little did she know that his question had been perfectly innocent this time around. Harry wondered briefly where her thoughts had drifted to blush such a fiery red. Was she imagining herself bent over the edge of the pool while he ploughed her from behind like a wild beast? Or perhaps she envisioned herself riding his shaft reverse cowgirl, grinding her hips shamelessly while staring deep into his eyes...

Whatever it was, Harry couldn't help but feel a slight surge of excitement knowing that deep beneath that mask of disgust she usually tried to hide behind whenever she caught him peeping, there hid an insatiable slut waiting to be unleashed. It added fuel to the fire burning within him, affirming his desire to one day claim her as his personal fucktoy.

"No double meaning intended, sis," he reassured her calmly, holding up his arms. "You're the perv here, thinking about your own brother fucking you silly..."

She rolled her eyes dramatically, pretending to be offended. "I'm not!," she huffed dismissively. Then, reaching out boldly, she squeezed his bulging shaft firmly, rubbing it back and forth through his trunks. "You're the one getting horny for no reason!"

The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, filling him with desire instantly. His balls clenched tightly, threatening to burst even then despite his recent activity. How could something so simple turn him on so easily? Just her gentle caresses caused him to grow harder, pushing his length dangerously close to ripping free from their constrains entirely.

But before anything else could happen, Daphne and Hermione approached, each carrying their phones ready to record every moment of their upcoming shoot. They looked excitedly towards Harry, anticipation clear in their gazes.

"Hey, Harry!" called out Daphne, waving at him flirtatiously. She had become a lot more welcoming after first seeing his big cock a few days ago. And now that she had had a taste, she seemingly wanted more.

Her bare chest drew his gaze automatically, eliciting a soft groan from his lips. Her tits were perfect - firm yet soft, large enough to fill his hands comfortably, but small enough to fit nicely inside his mouth. He yearned to cup them in his palms, kneading their weight gently while suckling hungrily upon her rosy nipples.

"Care to join us for these shots too? You always manage to spice things up!"

Hermione giggled slightly beside her friend, shaking her head amusedly. "Daph, don't tease him like that!" she scolded lightly, trying to pull her companion away. But Daphne simply resisted, refusing to move an inch.

"Oh come on, 'Mione!" Daphne replied defiantly, pouting playfully. "We all know he likes it! Besides, we need some real money maker photos today if we want our channel to blow up properly."

Hermione sighed deeply, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Fine," she conceded finally, giving in reluctantly. "Just try not to get carried away, okay?"

Daphne nodded eagerly, grinning mischievously at her best friend. "Of course not, 'Mione! We just need some suggestive shots, nothing too crazy or obscene."

Then, Daphne turned towards Iris, who had been strangely quiet during this whole exchange. "By the way, why are you so red in the face, Iris?" she asked curiously, narrowing her gaze suspiciously. "Did you accidentally flash your brother your bikini bottoms or something?" she teased innocently.

Iris blushed even deeper, turning bright red now. "W-what?! N-no! Of course not!" she stuttered nervously, averting her eyes guiltily.

Daphne raised an eyebrow quizzically, sensing that something was definitely amiss. Without warning, she reached forward, undoing the loose knot tied around Iris' hip. The fabric fell gracefully to the ground, revealing her completely naked underneath.

Harry gasped softly, taking in the sight before him. And what a heavenly sight it was! There, right in front of him, was his sister's glistening pussy at last, already wet and ready for action. Its folds parted slightly, almost as if begging for his attention.

He swallowed hard, feeling himself growing harder than ever before. Oh, how he wanted to sink his fingers inside her depths, exploring every curve and valley hidden between those petals. Maybe afterwards, he could spread her wide open and taste her sweet nectar directly from its source, lapping at her until she screamed his name across the gardens.

His cock strained painfully against the fabric, demanding release immediately. A single stroke would send him over the edge, flooding her pristine pussy with thick ropes of seed without hesitation.

But before he could act upon any of those fantasies, Daphne interrupted once again. "Oops," she muttered sarcastically, smirking wickedly at the scene. "Guess you can't flash your brother your bikini bottoms if you're not wearing any. I like your thinking, Iris!"

Iris pouted slightly, crossing her arms defensively. "S-shut up, Daph!" she protested weakly, looking embarrassed.

Daphne laughed heartily, shaking her head playfully. "Aw, come on, Iris! I thought you said you weren't ready for such daring photos yet! And here you are, already half-naked!" She chuckled softly, enjoying the spectacle immensely.

To hide her privates from her brother's view, Iris turned around slowly, presenting her plump ass instead. It jiggled enticingly under her light movements, drawing his gaze towards her most intimate regions instinctively.

Then, without thinking about how much skin she was exposing, she bent downwards, reaching for her fallen garment. As she did, her back arched involuntarily, lifting her round cheeks higher into the air. The position exposed everything there was to see: smooth skin, puckered hole and swollen labia glistening with moisture.

Every dream he had ever had concerning his little sister came rushing back instantly, filling him with desire beyond reason. Every time she had skipped past him in the hallways, wearing nothing but her little thong and t-shirt, every time she had bent over carelessly in front of him, showing off far more than necessary... All those moments culminated together into one unforgettable image seared deep within his mind.

And then, without warning, she straightened herself up suddenly and turned around again, catching him staring shamelessly at her behind. Harry quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in anything else but her gorgeous form, but knowing full well that she must have noticed where his gaze had wandered.

"Alright, let's start shooting!" called out Hermione excitedly, breaking the tension building between brother and sister as Iris quickly covered herself up again with her wrap.

Like last time, Harry was given the camera while the girls and their mothers gathered around the poolside, ready for the photo shoot. Each woman, guided by Daphne's instructions, took turns posing seductively near the water, displaying plenty of cleavage, stomach and ass for the lens to capture.

"That's it, Emma, show us your big tits! Push them together, make sure they look nice and firm!"

"Now turn around, bend over, stick your buttocks out! That's perfect, keep going!"

Their voices echoed through the garden, urging each other to become sexier, naughtier and dirtier than ever before. Harry watched them intently, admiring their bodies openly as they moved freely before him.

"Hermione, you're up! Get on that inflatable flamingo and grind on top of it! Yes, yes, exactly like that!"

"Come on, take off your top already! Your string bikini is barely covering anything anyway!"

Each order made his excitement grow further, pushing him closer and closer to the brink. His balls clenched tightly, threatening to burst any second now. If he didn't take off these damnable trunks soon, they might just rip apart on their own accord.

"Okay, Anastasia, get ready! You know what we want - give us your best MILF pose!"

Anastasia obliged willingly, spreading her legs widely apart while leaning backwards precariously. Her purple sheer gown fell loosely around her figure, its see-through design offering an incredible glimpse of her regal features. She looked stunning. Confident and bold, completely unafraid of her sexuality.

"Great job, Mum! Now, Lily, you're next!"

Lily obeyed happily, moving gracefully towards the pool's edge. She stood tall above everyone else, her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders like flowing fire. Then, lowering herself slowly, she sat right on the very edge, letting her legs swing gently into the cool water.

She leaned back lazily, closing her eyes and arching her chest proudly forward. Her generous curves filled out the tiny black bikini perfectly, accentuating every curve and valley hidden underneath.

"Perfect, Lily!" praised Daphne, as Harry snapped photo after photo of his gorgeous mum. "You look stunning!"

Indeed, no words could describe how breathtaking she appeared at this moment. But something told him that things were only going to get better from here.

"Now, get on the sun lounger facing us directly, Lily! Yes, that's it! Let's see if we can make those titties pop even more!"

His mum complied eagerly, getting seated on the edge of the lounger right beside him. She reclined comfortably, pushing her breasts forth shamelessly while keeping eye contact with the lens.

"Get closer Harry," whispered Iris into his ear, making him jump slightly. "We need some closeups too!"

He nodded silently, edging himself nearer until he was standing either side of her legs. From there, he pointed the camera downward, focusing on her angelic face and her ample bosoms spilling out from the confines of her top.

His bulging trunks were mere inches away from her face now, with only the camera separating them. With every warm breath she exhaled upon his crotch, his cock twitched, and her eyes followed suit, watching closely as his length strained painfully against the fabric.

"Good girl, Lily!" cheered Daphne approvingly, encouraging his mother further. "Now, take off your top already! We all wanna see those babies!"

Lily hesitated briefly, biting her lip nervously, but Daphne was quick to reassure her. "Don't worry about it, Lily! We're all family and friends. Nobody will judge you here!"

With renewed confidence, she finally reached behind her neck, untying the knot holding her bikini top securely. It fell softly onto her lap, revealing her glorious assets fully for the second time. They were perfect: round, soft, yet firm enough to hold themselves high despite gravity's pull.

"Wow... Just wow!" gasped Iris, awestruck by the sight. "Mum, you look incredible!"

Harry couldn't agree more. He swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry instantly upon seeing her bare flesh once more. How many times had he dreamt of having such a chance? To witness her naked form so freely displayed before him, without hiding or restraint? And now, here she was, giving him exactly what he desired most in life.

But little did he know that this wasn't the end of today's surprises. In fact, quite the opposite...

"Alright, let's move onto the final phase!" announced Daphne excitedly, grinning mischievously at the group. "Time for some real fun!"

Lily looked quizzically towards her, unsure of what she meant. However, knowing full well not to question her judgement, she simply waited patiently for further instructions.

Then, without warning, Daphne pulled down his swimming trunks, freeing his massive member forcefully. It sprang forth suddenly, and it was all Harry could do to snap photo after photo as his cock slapped his mum's cheek, leaving a wet trail across her skin...

Chapter 12: Witches in Heat: Part II! - In their quest for the naughtiest photos possible, Iris pushes her mum too far. So when it's Iris' turn, Lily is only too happy to reciprocate, leading Harry to new blissful delights with his mum and sister that he couldn't even imagine just a few short weeks ago!

Great job, Mum! Now, Lily, you're next!"