Huge Surprise in Swim Trunks ch.15

It wasn’t long in this wild tangle of limbs before Harry reached climax. Daphne was eager to be handled and came a second time with his fist in her hair, her back arched, and her throat tight. That did it for Harry too, who flooded the teen's womb and collapsed between her and Fleur, their skin slick with sweat.

"That was..." Daphne painted, catching her breath and fanning herself with one hand while pressing her back against Harry.

"Amazing," her friend finished, grabbing Harry's face and turning it to kiss him.

"I still can’t believe this happened," Harry said, his mind struggling to keep up with the circumstances.

Almost immediately, he winced at the thought of how things would be with his friends after this, but Fleur didn’t let him dwell on it. Getting up from the cot with a squeak of steel springs, she pulled Harry along with her.

"Grab the soap, Cass. Someone didn’t wash up before getting frisky," Fleur pointed at the streaks of ash on Harry’s chest and arms and where he had rubbed against her with one of his cocky grins.

"That wasn’t my fault," Harry protested with a quiet laugh.

"Are you sure?" Daphne asked, and Harry almost jumped as he felt her naked body against his back. The sweat had cooled, but it wasn’t the chill of her skin that did it, but the touch of her soft curves. Soon all three were in the tub, an awkward fit that required one of the sisters to sit on the edge, but they managed it, once again proving how in sync they were. Without words, they passed the soap, washing every inch of Harry's body. His hands didn’t remain idle either, roaming over their slender shapes. Fleur directed the show, and her submissive sister eagerly complied. When they got to Harry’s aching cock, the blonde directed him to the edge of the tub, her sister’s large breasts sliding up and down one arm as Fleur cleaned him thoroughly.

"Earlier, it was because we wanted you," she shared a mischievous smile with her sister, who joined her between Harry’s spread thighs.

"But this," Daphne breathed, dipping her hands into the water to rinse off the soap and rising to run light nails up Harry’s inner thighs, "this is a thank you for saving our lives."

Sharing another smile, Harry watched in awe as they turned and pressed their lips to either side of his cock. The girls' eyes watched his face, their mouths curling into smiles as they saw the pleasure wash over him. Then they began working in tandem. While one’s lips and tongue teased the head with delightful slowness, the other moved down to suck his balls, lightly brushing her tongue over his sack, making him shiver with pleasure.

"Jesus," Harry breathed. "This is so fucking hot."

Fleur moaned in agreement, her teeth grazing Harry’s cock head as she grinned at him wolfishly. The blonde slid down, taking his hand and guiding it to her sister's head, while Daphne rose with a moan of desire to take him back into her mouth. Guiding his hand to the back, slipping fingers into the thick, light hair, Fleur encouraged him to push her down and down.

Daphne’s back tensed and she almost choked as Harry stretched her throat, but a hum ran through her body as she slid further down his cock. Fleur watched with admiration as her sister deep-throated him, nodding eagerly for him to continue as he caressed her platinum hair. When their eyes met, she rose to her feet, her petite frame aligning with his face, and planted a passionate kiss on his lips, her slender tongue darting into his mouth.

"Fuck her throat," she growled into the kiss, her smile matching his as he gasped with pleasure. "Use her like a pussy... a nice... slutty... mouth pussy."

Harry groaned as Daphne chose that moment to swallow hard. Her throat muscles worked his head so intensely he feared for her, but the submissive teen only moaned more as her sister spoke. With a will he hadn’t known he possessed, Harry took control, driving his steel-hard cock into that beautiful face with slow but deep thrusts. As he withdrew, he dragged his slick cockhead across her face, grunting with pleasure as Fleur grabbed the base and slapped it against Daphne’s cheek.

"Fuck," Harry moaned, "I’m gonna cum."

The blonde purred into his ear, her small fist pumping along him.

She was pressed against his side, the three of them crowded into the corner of the cabin. Water sloshed around Daphne’s hips, and he could smell her arousal in the air, knowing his fingers had brought her to climax as she waited for him. The sight of her and the feel of her friend, humping his hips and stroking him, was too much.

With a groan, Harry released a flood of cum. Fleur's jaw dropped almost as wide as her sister, who tilted her head back and took his cum on her beautiful face. Had it not been for the edge of the tub behind him, he would have fallen; his knees were so weak from the pleasure coursing through him.

The three of them came down slowly, and Harry blinked to see the open door and two figures standing in the doorway. A cold rush of awareness swept over him, and panic fluttered in his chest.

Tracey stumbled into the cabin, her eyes blinking in a way that told Harry she was as drunk as he had ever seen her. Heavy glass hit the wooden floor as the bottle slipped from her fingers, but Harry’s sister didn’t seem to notice as she pointed at him.

"I hope you don’t... want us to... hic... do the same," she howled, nearly knocking over the small table and chairs in the kitchenette as she stripped off her soot-stained clothes. "And I demand a bath... hic... tomorrow!"

Harry blinked at his mom, moving his hand to cover himself, but he noticed Fleur and Daphne didn’t bother. The friends watched the pair with amused smiles, and when he saw how drunk his mom was as she stumbled inside, he had to stifle a smile on his lips.

"Sorry for interrupting you, but the blankets called your sister," Fleur said with a tender smile at Tracey, whose hand was stuck in the armhole of her shirt, and she spun in circles trying to free herself.

"Better help her out," Fleur said, patting Harry on the shoulder and rising from the tub.

She wrapped herself in a towel and went to untangle his sister, while Harry let Daphne grab the last remaining blanket. She didn’t leave him alone, handing it to him and pulling on a long shirt as the small cabin began to fill up.

Harry was the only awkward one as the girls fell into the blankets. His mom brought a glass of water, saying she would join them soon, but he felt her eyes on him as he dressed quietly and moved to slip out of the cabin. On the covered porch, he found a half-empty glass, containing only a thin layer of ash, and smelling the smoky fumes, he took a long sip, staring at the western horizon.

"The light over there is weaker," said his mom, approaching him.

Harry stiffened when he realized her presence, but she wrapped an arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"The fire might be dying down, or it could have moved in that direction," he pointed to the southwest, where the mountains loomed. "Tomorrow I'll get into that shed. Hopefully, I can get the radio working and get us out of here."

"You will," she said, the confidence in her voice drawing his gaze to her.

She smiled at him, and the nervous fear swirling in his gut diminished and then vanished entirely. The look in her eyes was filled with love, but pride dominated.

"Earlier..." Harry began, but she interrupted him.

"Earlier, you were a man... A powerful man... And one that the girls care about deeply." She turned to face Harry, her massive breasts pressing against his arm and chest. "Love each of them with the same fire, and you will do them justice. Just as you did us justice."

With those words, she rose on her toes and kissed him on the lips. It wasn’t a shy or chaste kiss. Her soft tongue darted into his mouth, moving over his as she leaned against his thigh. Pulling away from him as if it required effort, she turned and walked back into the cabin, her step light, almost bouncing, a stark contrast to the apocalyptic surroundings.

Energy still coursed through Harry's veins, and he remained awake for hours, watching the ash fall in the darkness and listening to the eerie silence of the empty forest, his mind working through the situation they were in.

Morning found Harry sitting on the bench, his chin resting on his chest and a crick in his neck as his eyes opened. The sky was still dark with smoke, but the horizon no longer glowed with an angry light.

He got up and stretched, peeking into the cabin to find four women tangled together in a pile of blankets. In their sleep, Fleur and his sister had slipped into each other’s arms, while his mom embraced Daphne, her hands hidden under the blankets.

Harry's imagination threatened to hold him in place, staring at all four of them, but there was work to be done. Digging out a long screwdriver from a small toolbox the girls had found, he approached the shed and checked the lock. It was a sturdy Master-lock, but the latch fittings were weak rivets.

A single yank of the screwdriver wedged into the gap between the door and the latch freed the metal with a screech of metal on metal. Harry heard a groan from inside and guessed it was Tracey's voice. Stifling a smile at the thought of her delicate head, he opened the door.

The hinges were rusty, and dirt piled up at the bottom of the door, but Harry pushed it open and sighed in relief when he saw a small gas generator on a shelf. The shed was filled with axes, chainsaws, and other tools for maintaining the cabin and its surroundings, but a closer inspection found only a small fuel canister.

Sniffing it, Harry was relieved to find it hadn't turned or separated, but there was only a gallon at the bottom. He wasn't sure how long it would power the generator, so he ruled out using it to power the cabin. Focusing on the radio inside, he pulled out the generator and dusted it off. Draining the separated fuel, he filled it with what he had.