Huge Surprise in Swim Trunks ch.16

"Do you have to make so much noise?" Tracey asked, placing a hand on her forehead and leaning against the cabin's door frame.

A thin blanket was wrapped around her torso, and bare legs stuck out from underneath, exposing her naked body along her stomach. The smooth, pale skin drew Harry's gaze, but he resisted and looked up at her face.

"You want to get out of here, right?"

"I don't know," she yawned and glanced around the bleak forest. "It's better than newbie training." She pointed at the generator. "Will that power the radio?"

"It should," Harry said, patting the small engine. "It won't last long, but we should be able to let someone know we’re here."

"Hmhh," she sighed, and Harry couldn't quite read her expression. "I think I'm still drunk..." she leaned through the door and pointed inside, through the wall. "Did you... you know... with Cass and Mad last night?"

Harry's heart stopped for a moment, then he saw the laughter dancing behind her pale eyes and nodded, abashed. "Good. They'd never forgive me if it didn't happen this weekend," she smiled. "Thank me later."

"Agreed," Harry said, his eyes conveying the turmoil inside him, and Tracey hesitated before heading back inside.

Her light blue eyes, so similar to his stepmother's, grew as large as saucers, and her wide mouth stretched even wider, in a grin reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. Casting a glance over her shoulder, she exited, still moving unsteadily from the whisky. Harry rose, frowning, as she grabbed him roughly by the back and slid her other hand up his neck to pull him into a kiss that took his breath away.

Harry broke free from the shock and reached for his sister's waist, only for her to slip from his arms. Her lips broke contact one last time, and he saw her chest heaving as she tried to regain control, but as he stepped forward to kiss her again, she placed a hand on his chest. There was a burning intensity in her eyes he hadn't seen in years.

"If you break through mom's walls, you might be man enough for me... we'll see," her full lips, which he still felt on his, curled into another Cheshire Cat grin, and she entered the cabin, speaking before he could move.

"Wake up! Harry needs the radio. He has to get us out of here."

Harry looked down at the generator, all his carefully laid plans from the night before disrupted by his wild sister. He would get her out of here, get all of them out. Then he planned to sit her down and find out what was going on behind those marvelous eyes. Little did he know she had planned this for years, and he was well and truly caught.

The girls dragged themselves out of bed while Harry pulled the generator into the cabin. There were a few awkward moments as Fleur and Daphne dressed, but his mom lifted a blanket to give the girls some privacy. Harry didn’t miss her peek through the curtain and saw red blotches on her cheeks when she turned and saw him watching.

"Open the windows," Harry said to his sister. "This thing is going to put out a lot of fumes."

Tracey opened the large window and shivered as an icy wind blew into the cabin. Harry primed the starter and pulled the cord, breathing a sigh of relief as the engine roared to life. A cloud of blue smoke rose from the machine, but the radio lights flickered, and he leaped to the receiver.

It took a few minutes for Harry to find the emergency frequency. There was a conversation between a water bomber and the forest firefighters guiding it, and he wisely stayed silent until the plane had dropped its load.

"This is Harry Potter," he said into the radio silence. "My family and I escaped the fire and are at an old forest ranger cabin. Can someone send help?"

"Mr. Potter, be advised this is an emergency frequency. Please tune to..." there was a pause, and Harry could hear the man consulting others in the background before coming back on the line. "The local incident coordination channel is 165.0570 MHz... They will take care of you and your family, Mr. Potter, and do a great job escaping the inferno... I'm afraid most weren't so lucky. Hold on... My commander is notifying CALCORD to expect your call."

"Thank you, sir," said Harry.

The mood was somber as Harry switched to the rescue channel. The firefighters and rescuers were delighted to hear about the survivors and assured them a helicopter would be on the way with warm blankets and medical personnel. They weren’t as open as the first man Harry spoke with and answered their questions about the extent of the destruction and losses with vague words of reassurance.

"They're trying to lift our spirits," his mom said as Harry switched off the radio and shut down the generator. "It's easier to herd blind goats than scared ones."

"We should all be dead," Fleur wrapped her slim arms around her legs and began rocking on the bed, but her sister sat beside her and put an arm around her.

"Don't say that." Daphne frowned, opening her mouth to say more, but Harry's sister spoke over her, placing her hands on her hips and looking down at her friend.

"We should be. Burned, drowned, or lost and frozen to death in these woods, but we're not. And we won't be." She placed a finger under Fleur's chin and lifted her face to look her straight in the eye. Wiping a tear from her blonde friend's cheek, she winked. "Harry got us out of the fire, and he'll get us back home safely... Home isn't going anywhere, and neither are my plans."

Fleur sat up straighter, her tears vanishing. Daphne's reaction sent a chill down Harry's spine. The blonde beauty's eyes shifted to him, sparkling with amusement before landing on his mom, who was busy cleaning up after them.

His friends' eyes lingered the longest on the curves of his mom, especially the broad swell of her hips and the massive breasts swaying in her loose bra. Daphne's face took on a slight look of speculation, perhaps mixed with a bit of concern, which gave her an interesting expression, and her pale cheeks flushed when she caught Harry staring.

"Let's go wait outside where the air is fresher," Tracey said, helping Fleur stand and leading her outside.

Daphne didn't follow the pair but instead stood and helped Harry clean up.

"I wanted to thank you, Mrs. Potter, for being so strong through all of this," Daphne's blush returned as Harry's mom rose after putting things away in the cabinet and smiled at the girl. "Tracey was right... Harry saved us," she shot him a smile mixed with embarrassment as memories of their night together flashed through her mind. "But you never panicked, and I can't tell you how much that calmed me."

Harry's mom smiled at the girl, her gaze shifting to him for a moment, and he thought she might ask him to leave, but she didn’t.

"You don't give yourself enough credit." She slipped an arm around Daphne and pulled her to the couch, where they sank into the cushions, their hips pressed together. "You've been a rock for Tracey for years. I know that if anything ever troubles her, you'll be there to give her a dose of reality. To remind her of the life beneath the surface..." She chuckled softly and looked at Harry, her eyes locking onto his as she spoke.

"If I weren't here, or if the worst had happened... I'd be happy knowing you were here to take care of my son... He’s going to be a great man. He is a great man," her eyes were hooded and filled with intensity. "And he's going to need great women around him... You and your sister will be good for him."

She turned back to Daphne, and the pair shared a smile that made Harry shiver. He couldn't explain why, but he felt as if a trap was closing around him, and he seized the opportunity to escape the cabin. Laughter followed him and the murmur of whispered conversation as his mom and the blonde teen put their heads together.

It wasn’t the look in their eyes that troubled Harry but what his wicked imagination was doing. He couldn’t envision their beautiful faces close together, those lips he had recently kissed. Sexual fantasies that were impossible danced in his aroused male brain, and he couldn’t dispel them until he found the axe in the shed.

A stack of deadwood gave Harry an excuse to work up a sweat and distract himself. The distraction didn’t last long. Once he got into a rhythm, his mind drifted back to the night spent with his friends. Despite all the wild pleasure they had shared, the question of what the future held loomed.

He saw only one outcome, and that was drama. Tracey might seem fine, but he had seen too many blowups involving his exes to expect her cheerful demeanor to last. A knot formed in his stomach, tightening every time he glanced her way.

She and Fleur initially ignored Harry, lost in a world of exchanging gossip about their friends back home. Their conversation ceased when the "thunk" of the axe against wood stopped. Harry felt their eyes on him as he began to sweat and removed his shirt. Fleur’s plump lips were pursed, her teeth pressing into her lower lip, while his sister watched him with hooded eyes.