Investigation of Passion ch.15

They spent a few minutes on Harry's computer, watching YouTube videos of some games they played online as a duo. Eventually, Bellatrix called them down for dinner, and they went downstairs.

"I thought we could watch a movie while we eat," Bellatrix said. "It's just pizza, so no point in sitting at the table."

"Sounds good to me," Harry said.

"Yeah," Hermione agreed.

His mom set up the couch with blankets and some pillows to make it more comfortable for their movie night. Harry grabbed a plate, helped himself to a few slices, and then sat on the couch.

"Move over," Hermione said, nudging him from the corner seat.

"Alright," Harry said. He sat in the middle of the couch, with his mom on his left and Hermione on his right. "What does everyone want to watch?"

"Maybe something romantic?" his stepmother suggested as she returned to the living room. Harry and Hermione avoided looking at each other.

"Uh..." Hermione began. "Maybe something funny?"

They settled on one of the top-rated romantic comedies on Netflix and started eating. Bellatrix had done an amazing job with the pizza, and the movie wasn't half bad either. They watched the beginning and ate, and Bellatrix cleaned up their plates when they were done.

"Do you mind if I dim the lights?" Bellatrix asked. "From where I'm sitting, it's kind of glaring."

"Go ahead," Harry said. Hermione pulled one of the blankets over her and Harry's laps. His stepmother also slipped under it as she sat down.

It was a cozy start to the night. The only light came from the TV, and the couch was small enough that Hermione and Bellatrix were pressed up against Harry on either side. Midway through the movie, he felt a hand on his thigh.

Surprisingly, it was hard to tell whose hand it was. It was on his left leg, closer to his mom, but Hermione had her knees up and was lying in a way that pressed her more against him. He felt the hand start to move up, closer to his cock.

It had to be Hermione, he thought. He glanced at his mom and frowned, noticing one of her arms was completely covered by the blanket. The hand moved a little further. Harry went from relaxed to rock hard in seconds, his excitement strangely heightened by the thought that his stepmother might be touching him in an almost sexual way.

What was he even thinking? Of course, it was Hermione. Harry looked at her for confirmation and... saw she had taken out her phone. And was holding it with both hands. His jaw dropped, his mouth opening in silent surprise.

"Comfortable, darling?" his mom whispered. Her hand rubbed his thigh again, emphasizing the question and leaving no doubt.

"Uh... yeah," Harry said. "The couch is very cozy."

"I agree," his mom said. She squeezed his thigh, and Harry almost moaned in pleasure.

Technically, she wasn't doing anything wrong. Her hand was on his leg, and even though it wasn't far from taboo territory, she probably wasn't aware of it, given that she was touching him under the blanket. It wasn't as bad as it seemed. The only reason he found it so hot was the lens through which he viewed it, along with the past few days spent pondering over movies.

Bellatrix's hand moved again, brushing against Harry's rock-hard erection through his pants. He tensed a bit. If she did it again, she might notice and realize what it was. His cock was so close to where she was touching. What would normally be a nice gesture had turned into something bordering on torture, fueling a desperate need for illicit sexual release.

And what if she knew what she was doing? Harry thought about the way she had looked at him when watching through the door. What if this was her way of escalating? Was she waiting for his next move? Should he touch her too or try to unzip his jeans?

Harry took a deep breath and pushed all the crazy thoughts out of his head. It was just projection, nothing more. His stepmother wasn't touching him any differently than she had dozens of times throughout his life. He was a terrible son, imagining dirty, disgusting assumptions about her motives and had to stop.

But it didn't stop, nor did Bellatrix's hand. Every time she accidentally brushed against Harry's cock, pleasure pulsed through him like a drug in his veins. He began to lean into her hand each time it came close, his heart pounding with excitement and fear of what would happen if she realized.

And then Hermione's phone buzzed. Harry barely noticed at first, his focus entirely on his mom and her rubbing hand. Hermione cleared her throat and nudged his shoulder. He finally looked at her.

"Fleur," Hermione said.

Harry nodded, surprised at how disappointed he felt.

"What should I say?" he whispered.

"Just tell her we're going upstairs to listen to music," Hermione whispered back. "That's what I always tell my parents when I need to leave."

Harry nodded.
 "mom?"

"Yes?" Bellatrix gave him a gentle squeeze, one of her fingers accidentally brushing part of his shaft.

"Hermione is feeling a bit tired," he said. "I think we're going to my room to listen to some music." His mom smiled knowingly at him and slowly nodded.

"Alright," she said. "I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, mom."

"Have fun." She looked at Harry, her smile widening as she met Hermione's gaze.

Harry cleared his throat, hesitating for a moment before standing up and pulling away from mom and her soft hand. He helped Hermione to her feet and then led her to his room.

He felt strange as he entered his room with Hermione. She immediately found a spot to place her phone on his desk, ensuring the camera could see them both on the bed. Then she opened his web browser, pulled up YouTube, and found a soft electronic mix to play in the background. Harry's feelings must have been evident on his face because she frowned as she turned to look at him.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't know..." Harry replied. "I guess it's just the way my mom was acting."

Hermione sighed. "She practically gave us her blessing, Harry."

In words, Harry thought. By her actions... What had really happened under that blanket? Was it nothing? Just a wandering hand from a loving stepmother? Or was it something more?

Harry and his stepmother had always been their own unit. Bellatrix hadn't dated since Harry's early childhood, and it had always been just the two of them loving and supporting each other emotionally. He was the man of the house, and now, as far as his mom knew, he was in a relationship with Hermione.

But she encouraged him, always insinuating things and telling him to invite her over for dinner. He sighed, feeling confused and a bit frustrated.

"Harry," Hermione said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he answered. "Let's do this."

Fleur called them a minute later. Harry had already taken off his shirt and pants, and Hermione was down to just a tunic-like sweater and panties. Fleur swayed slightly in and out of the video frame. She held a bottle of wine in one hand, taking a liberal swig before she spoke.

"Hermione," she said. "You look very pretty today. You too, Harry."

"Thanks." Hermione said the word slowly, almost sarcastically. She looked at Harry, seeming to notice for the first time his mostly undressed state, and a blush spread across her cheeks.

"Kiss her," Fleur said. Harry didn't need to be told twice. He gently pulled Hermione close, brushing away a few strands of her black hair that had fallen from her bun, and pressed his lips to hers.

It felt different with Fleur watching, dirty and wrapped around the awareness of being observed. Fleur spoke as the kiss deepened. Harry slid his tongue into Hermione's mouth, and she made a small sound of surprised pleasure.

"Good," Fleur said. "Pull her closer, Harry. You're both so close to being naked. Let her feel your hard cock."

It wasn't a difficult request to fulfill. Harry pulled Hermione tighter against him, pressing his erection into her. Hermione's blush deepened, and when he kissed her, he felt her mouth moving hungrily against his.

"Yes," Fleur said. "Mmm, that's good. Make her suck you, Harry."

He pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow. Hermione looked down at his cock, clearly tenting his boxers. She licked her lips and slowly started to sink to the floor. Harry pulled down his boxers and stepped forward, his cock brushing against Hermione's cheek.

She was shy and cautious, though it didn't surprise him. As far as Harry knew, this was only her second time giving him a blowjob. She stroked his shaft a few times with her hand, looking up at him for approval. Finally, she stuck out her tongue, letting out a small sigh as she gently licked the tip of his cock.

"Grab her hair, Harry," Fleur said. "Then push your cock between her lips."

Harry frowned slightly. Fleur's words were slurred and carried an excited aggressiveness she seemed to want him to mirror. He grabbed Hermione's bun, frowning as she winced slightly at the feel of her hair being pulled.

He tilted her head back slightly, holding her in place. Hermione's lips parted as he pushed his cock forward, and Harry groaned as he sank into the hot, wet tightness of her mouth.

"Use her, Harry," Fleur whispered. "Do it fast and hard. She's such a slut. That's what she needs."

Hermione frowned slightly but didn't resist as Harry started guiding her through the blowjob. He moved his hips slightly, and combined with his hand in her hair, it felt more like he was fucking her face than her mouth.

And he had to admit, it felt amazing. Hermione's tongue and lips were at his command. She looked up at him, her eyes responding to each of his thrusts as he pumped his cock into her mouth. Dirty, involuntary slurping noises came from her as Harry settled into a steady rhythm. A small droplet of saliva or precum dribbled from the corner of Hermione's mouth down to her chin.

"All the way," Fleur said. "You're barely putting it in. Make her take it all."

Harry frowned slightly, but Hermione gave him a small nod. He slowed his pace, pushing his cock forward until it was three-quarters of the way into her mouth.

He could feel the head of his shaft pressing against the back of her throat. Hermione blinked away tears but nodded again, adjusting the angle so he could slide his cock along her tongue and down into her throat.

She gagged, and oddly, Harry felt it as a tight, pleasurable squeeze. He pulled back, his cock popping out of Hermione's mouth, a string of fluid still connecting her lips to him. She gave a slight cough, and Harry could hear Fleur's moan coming through the stream.

"I can't take this any longer," Fleur said, her voice breathy and deeply accented. "Throw her on the bed and fuck her like the dirty slut she is."

Harry was too turned on to stop and check with Hermione this time. He roughly pulled off her sweater and tossed her onto the bed. She wriggled out of her panties, and he was immediately there, slipping between her legs, probing with his cock to find the right angle to fuck.

Hermione was wet, but she still gasped as Harry thrust his tool deep into her tight pussy. He pressed against her, fondling her beautiful brown breasts and kissing her neck. She seemed to melt back into the bed, her breath heavy and sensual.

"Not like that!" Fleur barked. "I said fuck her like a slut! Turn her over and shove her face into the pillow!"

Harry hesitated, more annoyed by Fleur's tone than reluctant to do what she said. He kissed Hermione gently, thrusting into her a few times, trying to do what he could to reassure her that he was still just playing for the camera and not actually degrading her. She caught his gaze and quickly nodded.

Harry pulled back and flipped her over. He raised her ass into the air, squeezing and giving it a light slap for effect. He got on his knees, found the right angle, and plunged his cock into her. He was too aroused to start slowly, picking up the pace and pounding into her.

"Faster," Fleur said. "Make her scream."

Make her scream? With his mom under the same roof? Harry knew it was a terrible idea, but he was too excited to hold back. He leaned forward, fondling Hermione's breasts and pounding into her. He pinched one of her nipples, and she let out a small yelp.

"Harder," Fleur said. "Stop being a gentleman, Harry. I want to see you fuck that slut."

Was Hermione a slut? She was eagerly pushing back against his every thrust, but enjoying sex was in no way synonymous with what that word implied. Was his stepmother, or rather her likeness in the videos, a whore? What did the word even mean?
Harry fucked Hermione quickly and hard, the sound of their bodies slapping together creating a lewd, intimate rhythm. Hermione moaned, as did Fleur, their horny, voyeuristic audience for the night.

"Pull her hair!" Fleur shouted.

Harry grabbed Hermione's bun and yanked her head back, probably harder than he needed to. Hermione rose up on all fours. Harry wrapped his arm around her waist and started fucking her like an animal. Hermione couldn’t hold back her screams, and between the sounds of his thrusts hitting her ass and her passionate outbursts, Harry knew that Fleur wasn’t the only one who could hear them.

"Oh...," Hermione moaned. "Oh God, Harry."

"You like that?" he whispered.

"Oh God!" Hermione's body tensed. She leaned back, ruining the angle and causing Harry's cock to slip out. He maneuvered her under him into a missionary position, quickly sliding his tool back into the tight, hot warmth of her pussy. He was close too, and it only took a few thrusts to know he was about to explode.

"Finish on her face," Fleur whispered.

Harry needed no further prompting. He pulled out his cock, nudging Hermione's cheek. She quickly sucked it, and then he came. Harry felt pleasure hit him like a ton of bricks as he watched his cum splatter across Hermione's innocent face. She licked his shaft as he climaxed, the head of his cock resting on her lips and cheek as his orgasm subsided.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, heading towards Harry's door. Hermione gasped in surprise. Harry lunged for the phone, desperate not to let his mom find out about the stream and Fleur, above all else. He managed to get under the covers just as Bellatrix started knocking.

"Harry?" she called. "We need to talk."