Harry's Perfect Summer (Ch. 2 - Swimming Pool Fun) (Patreon)

Harry woke up the next day feeling more relaxed than he had in months. After a long and restful sleep, he was ready to face another lazy summer day. Stretching lazily, he got out of bed and made his way towards the bathroom to freshen up.

After a quick shower and shave, he walked into the dining hall and was greeted by the sight of Lily, Emma and Anastasia, the trio already seated around the table, sipping tea and engaging in pleasant conversation. Their faces lit up upon seeing him enter, welcoming him warmly.

"Good morning, Harry!" Lily greeted him with a bright smile, her emerald eyes sparkling with warmth. "We were just about to start breakfast. I hope you're hungry!"

"I certainly am," he replied, his stomach growling as if on cue.

Harry took his seat next to Anastasia, who was dressed in a flowing white sundress that accentuated her elegant figure. It left her arms bare, exposing her supple, smooth skin, while its plunging neckline revealed just enough cleavage to leave Harry momentarily spellbound. She caught him staring, and a coy smile curved at the corners of her lips.

"Good morning, Harry," she said, her voice as smooth as silk. "I trust you slept well?"

"Yes, thank you, Anastasia," he replied, trying to tear his gaze away from her inviting curves.

He glanced towards Emma, who sat across from him, wearing a fitted pink blouse tucked neatly into her high-waisted jean shorts. The scoop neckline revealed her ample cleavage, drawing Harry's attention to her perfect breasts, which jiggled ever so slightly as she laughed at something Lily had said. He found himself momentarily transfixed, taking in her natural beauty - the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders in gentle waves, framing her delicate features, and the way her soft, full lips pouted tantalisingly with each sip of her tea.

Harry felt a familiar stirring in his loins, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust himself discreetly. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, hoping it wouldn't be too obvious to the women around him.

He cleared his throat and addressed Emma, forcing his gaze away from her heaving chest. "G-good morning, Emma," he said, his voice a little rougher than he intended.

Emma looked up from her teacup, her warm brown eyes meeting his. "Good morning, Harry," she replied, a gentle smile on her lips.

His eyes wandered back to Lily, who had risen from her chair to prepare a plate for him. She wore a yellow summer dress with a wide neckline and spaghetti straps. The fabric hugged her figure tightly, accentuating her shapely hips and the curve of her ass. As she bent over to reach for a cup in the cupboard below, Harry couldn't help but notice the way her dress rode up, revealing the soft, round globes of her ass and the thin strip of her lacy panties beneath.

Harry's gaze lingered on her bottom for a moment longer than it should have, unable to pull his eyes away from her tantalising figure. His mind raced with sinful thoughts, imagining how it might feel to run his hands along the swells of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh until she moaned softly under his touch. The mere thought of it made him flush with a sudden surge of desire.

Anastasia cleared her throat lightly, snapping him out of his lustful reverie. Harry blinked, realising he had been caught red-handed, ogling his mother's ass like some sort of pervert. A playful grin tugged at the corner of Anastasia's mouth, suggesting she had noticed where his gaze had strayed. But instead of calling him out on it, she simply gave him a knowing look, one filled with both understanding and amusement.

Blushing profusely, Harry quickly tore his gaze from Lily's bottom, his eyes darting around the table as he tried to act as nonchalantly as possible. Emma, unaware of the scene unfolding, continued to chat animatedly with Lily, who remained oblivious to the effect she had on her son.

Anastasia, however, couldn't resist teasing him further. As he fumbled with his napkin, her hand slipped under the table, finding its way onto his thigh. He could feel her fingertips tracing the muscles beneath the fabric of his pants, her touch growing firmer as she squeezed gently. Harry swallowed hard, feeling his heart race at her unexpected advances, and his cock twitched in response.

Before he knew it, the hand withdrew, and Lily arrived with his breakfast, placing the full plate in front of him. But as she leaned over to set the dish down, the top of her dress gaped open, revealing the curve of her breasts and the top of her pale pink bra. Harry couldn't help but stare, mesmerised by the sight of his mother's cleavage, her luscious curves so close he could almost taste them. He forced himself to swallow hard, fighting back a groan as he caught a glimpse of her areolas peaking forth above the lace of her bra.

As Lily straightened herself, the gap in her dress closed once more, leaving Harry breathless and disoriented. He couldn't believe what had just happened, and he couldn't help but feel a deep, gnawing desire to see more of his mother's body.

But as he looked up, he caught Lily's gaze lingering on him, her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink. She seemed to know exactly where his eyes had just been, but to his surprise, she didn't reprimand him or call him out. Instead, she simply blushed softly, averting her gaze as she took her seat once more.

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, the blood rushing through his veins as he tried to keep his arousal at bay. He could feel the heat rising in his face, his cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and longing. He quickly focused his gaze on his plate, forcing himself to take a deep breath as he tried to calm himself, but the images of his mother's body lingered in his mind, haunting him with every flicker of his imagination.

"So, Harry, do you have any plans for today?" Emma asked, drawing his attention back to the conversation.

Harry blinked, struggling to focus on her words as he tried to shake off the lingering effects of his lustful thoughts. "Uh, no, not really," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "I was thinking of just relaxing by the pool, maybe do some laps to keep in shape."

Lily nodded approvingly, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier encounter. "That sounds lovely, dear," she said, smiling warmly at him. "You deserve a bit of rest after such a busy year at Hogwarts."

As they continued to make small talk, Harry found himself stealing glances at the women around him, his eyes drawn to their curves and the way their bodies moved beneath their light summer attire. Each time he caught a flash of skin or a hint of cleavage, he could feel his pulse quickening, his cock stiffening within his trousers.

He knew he needed to leave before things got any worse, fearing that his attraction would become all too obvious. So, after finishing his meal, he excused himself from the table, claiming he wanted to go for that swim to cool off. The ladies bid him farewell, their voices a sultry whisper in his ear as he left the room.

Once he reached the poolside, he wasted no time changing into his swimming trunks, eager to escape the lingering thoughts of his mother and the other women in the house. With each stroke across the water, he felt his tension ease, the cool liquid washing away the heat building inside him.

After a few laps, he finally felt composed enough to relax on one of the sunbeds, soaking in the warm rays of the sun. As he closed his eyes, he let out a contented sigh, finally able to clear his head and push the erotic visions from his mind.

However, little did he know that this respite wouldn't last very long...

As Harry lay basking in the warmth of the sun, enjoying the serenity of the moment, he heard laughter approaching from afar. His eyes opened lazily, squinting against the bright sunlight reflecting off the surface of the water. Through half-closed eyelids, he saw three figures making their way towards him - Iris, Daphne, and Hermione.

The trio walked into the garden in stylish swimwear, looking like models fresh off the runway. Their hair cascaded behind them like waves crashing upon the shore, while their skimpy bathing suits clung tightly to their shapely forms. It was impossible not to notice how hot they looked; even if he hadn't already developed an unwanted erection earlier that morning, seeing these girls now made his dick throb painfully inside his swimming trunks.

Daphne was wearing a bikini set that was bold yet tasteful, and Harry couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. The bikini top consisted of two small triangles connected by tiny gold rings, and their triangular shapes were supported by thin strings that attached to a narrow band around her rib cage, holding everything together in perfect harmony. The colour was a stunning shade of sapphire blue that contrasted beautifully with the golden tones in her blonde hair and brought out the vibrant hue of her piercing blue eyes.

Her bottom piece was equally daring, consisting only of a pair of string sides connecting to another triangle covering her mound, exposing most of her toned lower abdomen. Her equally toned stomach muscles rippled gently under the soft material, drawing attention to her slender waistline and accentuating her hourglass figure.

Her legs stretched endlessly, leading down to petite feet adorned with white sandals, which added a touch of elegance to her overall appearance. Around her neck hung a simple silver chain, its length ending in a delicate charm shaped like a crescent moon, resting between her ample breasts. A single pearl pendant hung from it, swaying tantalisingly above the valley of her cleavage.

Hermione wore a sophisticated two-piece swimsuit, designed to highlight her voluptuous form without being overly revealing. The top was a classy triangle bikini that perfectly showcased her generous bust, its fabric stretching tautly over her firm, round breasts. The neckline plunged deeply, revealing an ample amount of cleavage, and its thin, gold straps crisscrossed attractively over her shoulders, drawing attention to the base of her neck.

The bottom half of her bikini was a pair of high-waisted briefs that hugged her wide, childbearing hips and curvy bottom. The modest cut of the briefs accentuated her full, round buttocks, which swelled deliciously around the edges of her hips.

Her legs were long and slender, and her feet were adorned with strappy sandals that perfectly complemented the neutral shades of her swimwear. She had tied her wavy brown locks up in a loose ponytail, allowing several tendrils to frame her face and draw focus to her striking features.

But of all three girls, Iris' outfit was the one that truly blew Harry's mind. Her bikini consisted of a seemingly endless array of strings and straps, all interwoven together like some complex puzzle of seduction, designed explicitly to highlight every curve and crevice of her young body, while showing as much skin as possible in the process.

The top half was a mere collection of strings, with three sets of strands crisscrossing over each breast, forming a delicate web of fabric that held them securely in place. Each string seemed almost too fragile to support such heavy mounds, as though any sudden movement might cause the entire contraption to unravel before his very eyes. The triangular cups that covered her nipples were held up by the most delicate of strings, forming a fine net of gold thread that barely concealed her voluminous bust.

The bottom half of her bikini was equally intricate, consisting of numerous strings weaving themselves through loops and knots, creating a tangled mess of threads that somehow managed to hold itself together just enough to cover her intimate areas. Its design left nothing to the imagination, exposing large portions of skin and inviting the eye to wander freely over her smooth, supple flesh. It was as if she were wearing a spiderweb, carefully crafted to wrap around her body in all its seductive beauty.

As the three girls approached the sunbeds, Harry couldn't help but gape at them, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth as he took in the sight of their nearly naked bodies. It took all his willpower not to stare openly at their curves, the way their breasts jiggled ever so slightly with each step, or the way their bikini bottoms rode low on their hips, revealing the smooth mounds of their ass cheeks, begging for him to reach out and grab them.

But before he could even finish this thought, Iris turned to him, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames. "Keep your eyes to yourself, brother," she warned, her tone sharp and commanding.

Despite himself, Harry felt a shiver run down his spine, goosebumps rising along his arms as he tried to tear his gaze away from her scandalous attire. He swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry as he tried to force himself to look away, but he couldn't help but sneak another peek, his eyes drawn back to her tantalising form like a moth to a flame.

Daphne, for her part, seemed to enjoy the attention, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she caught him stealing glances at her body. She seemed to revel in the power she held over him, basking in the attention and letting her confidence grow with each passing moment.

Hermione, on the other hand, couldn't help but blush at being watched so intently by Harry. She felt her cheeks grow warm under his gaze, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest as she tried to maintain her composure. She wanted to be seen by him, to let him admire her figure, but at the same time, she didn't want to seem too eager or forward.

As they settled down on the sunbeds next to him, Harry couldn't help but feel his cock twitching in his swimming trunks, his desire for them growing stronger with each passing moment. He could see the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric, leaving little doubt about what was going on beneath the surface. He knew he had to get himself under control, lest his secret be revealed to the girls.

But before he could even try to calm himself, he noticed that the trio of girls had set up shop right next to him, already reaching for bottles of suntan lotion. Iris took the lead, squeezing a generous dollop of lotion into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before beginning to coat Daphne's shoulders.

She started with gentle circular motions, working the cream into Daphne's fair skin with practised ease. Harry watched as she moved down her arms, sliding her fingers into the crevices between her fingers and the backs of her hands, ensuring that every inch of her skin was protected from the sun's harmful rays. From there, she worked her way upwards, massaging the lotion deep into Daphne's muscles, kneading her shoulders firmly yet gently, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her friend.

Hermione, seemingly inspired by her friends' actions, took the bottle from Iris' hands, squeezing a large dollop of lotion into her own palms. With a coy grin, she began applying the lotion to Iris, starting with her long, slender legs. She worked the lotion into her skin with a practised touch, moving upwards from her ankles to her thighs with slow, deliberate strokes. Harry's eyes widened in surprise as Hermione reached Iris' hips, slipping her fingers beneath the narrow strings of her bikini bottom, working the lotion deep into the skin of her cheeks.

Harry's mind raced, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. His heart beat faster, the blood rushing through his veins as he struggled to keep his eyes from wandering too far. But the sight of his sister's ass, now slick and glistening with sun lotion, was too tantalising to ignore. His mind raced with lustful thoughts, his cock swelling painfully inside his swimming trunks, begging to break free.

Meanwhile, Iris had moved on to Daphne's ample bosom, cupping her round, firm breasts in her hands, kneading the supple flesh tenderly. The curves of her bust spilled over the edge of her bikini top, threatening to tumble out with each movement of Iris' hands. Harry could see the faint outlines of her nipples, hardening under the gentle pressure of her friend's fingers.

Daphne seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, purring contentedly as Iris worked the lotion into her skin. Her head lolled back, her eyes closed in pure bliss, her pink tongue flickering over her full, pouty lips. Harry could feel his own lips tingling with desire as he watched her, imagining the taste of her lips on his own, the scent of her skin against his nose.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat on the sunbed, trying to adjust himself without drawing attention to his growing arousal. But despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to run his hands along the swells of their breasts, feeling the weight of their curves filling his palms as he squeezed and kneaded their firm, soft flesh.

Before long, Iris had finished coating Daphne, leaving her slick and glistening in the sunlight. As if sensing his mounting excitement, Daphne turned towards him, catching his eye and holding his gaze for just a moment longer than necessary. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, as if acknowledging the effect she had on him, as if encouraging him to keep watching.

With a playful wink at Harry, she took the bottle of lotion from Hermione, who continued to massage Iris' body with expert care. Daphne poured another generous helping of lotion into her hands, warming it up between her fingertips before turning her attentions toward Hermione.

Harry watched as she started with Hermione's toned arms, working her way down to her slender wrists, massaging the lotion into the insides of her elbows. From there, she moved on to her chest, rubbing her palms in circles over her soft, pale skin, circling ever closer to the luscious globes of her breasts. Harry couldn't tear his eyes away as she finally brushed against the underside of her bust, tracing the curves of her cleavage with her fingertips, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through Hermione's body.

Suddenly, Daphne slipped her hand beneath the fabric of Hermione's bikini top, cupping her breast fully in her palm. Harry gasped at the sudden exposure, his breath hitching in his throat as he saw the curve of her bare breast peeking out from behind the thin straps of her bikini. He could see the outline of her dark areola, contrasting sharply with the pale skin around it, making his mouth water with desire.

Hermione jumped in surprise, her eyes flying wide open as she realised what Daphne was doing. A flush spread across her cheeks, colouring them a bright shade of crimson as she looked nervously between Daphne and Harry, unsure of whether to continue or stop her friend.

But Daphne merely smiled slyly, her eyes meeting Harry's, as if daring him to look away. She continued to knead Hermione's breast in her hand beneath the bikini top, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh, rolling her nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger. Harry felt his pulse quicken, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as he tried to stifle a groan.

As if sensing his building arousal, Daphne leaned in close to Hermione, whispering something in her ear that made her eyes dart over to the large bulge tenting his swimming trunks where he lay on his sunbed, her blush growing deeper.

All too quickly, however, Daphne pulled her hands back, leaving Hermione's breasts covered once more, her nipples still hard and sensitive beneath her bikini. Harry let out a sigh of disappointment, wishing he could have seen more, wished he could touch those perfect mounds of flesh himself.

But he knew he had to keep his arousal in check, had to find a way to calm himself before things went too far. So, with a heavy heart, he decided to take a break from the tantalising scene before him, rolling over onto his stomach on his sunbed, facing away from the girls.

He closed his eyes, soaking in the warmth of the sun, trying to focus on anything other than the sight of the half-naked women only inches away from him. His mind raced, his thoughts a whirlwind of lust and desire, but he forced himself to push it all aside, to calm his racing pulse.

For several minutes, he lay there, listening to the gentle sounds of laughter and chatter drifting past him like waves crashing upon the shore. The sun beat down on his back, its heat radiating through his skin, relaxing him despite the turmoil inside him. Slowly, inch by inch, he began to relax, letting go of his pent-up tension, allowing his muscles to unknot themselves one by one.

But then, he heard something else - the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter, snapping photos in quick succession. Curiosity piqued, he opened his eyes slightly, cracking an eyelid open just enough to peer sideways at the trio beside him.

To his surprise, he saw that they had taken out a small camera, passing it between them as they posed for photos, striking provocative poses and pouting their lips for the camera. Harry couldn't help but watch, his eyes drawn to the sight of their nearly naked bodies, their curves and valleys on full display as they twisted and turned for the camera.

Daphne seemed particularly bold, arching her back suggestively as she pressed her ample bosom together, pushing her breasts upward until they threatened to spill free from her skimpy bikini top. She cupped her hands beneath them, lifting them higher still, her fingers splayed wide as she showcased her cleavage for the camera, the soft curves of her flesh pressing wantonly against the fabric.

Hermione, too,  seemed to be enjoying herself, her laughter ringing out like a sweet melody as she struck pose after pose, her eyes sparkling with delight. She bent over provocatively on one of the sunbeds, her ass pointed towards the camera, her long, slender legs stretching out behind her, her toes curled suggestively as she looked coyly over her shoulder.

Iris, meanwhile, took charge of the camera, clicking the button repeatedly as she captured each shot, offering suggestions and ideas for new poses, encouraging her friends to strike ever more seductive positions. Her voice was filled with excitement, her enthusiasm infectious as she coaxed her friends into showing off their assets for the camera.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Harry - this must be the photo shoot he had overheard them discussing yesterday! He couldn't believe his luck, stumbling upon such a scandalous scene completely by accident. It was almost too good to be true, seeing these three gorgeous women parading their near-nude bodies right before his very eyes.

But then, a new realisation dawned upon him - surely they weren't simply taking these photos for their own private collection? No, they loved the attention too much for that; they would want others to see them, to admire their beauty, to drool over their voluptuous forms. And if that were true, then it meant that these pictures would eventually end up on some public platform, available for anyone and everyone to ogle and enjoy.

Harry's heart raced at the mere thought, his cock stiffening painfully inside his swimming trunks. He knew he had to find out where these images would end up, had to see more of these tempting vixens in all their seductive glory, had to satisfy his growing hunger for their luscious bodies.

As the girls continued to take turns posing for the camera, Harry quietly slipped off his sunbed, making his way towards the house, determined to uncover the truth behind their photo shoot.