Huge Surprise in Swim Trunks ch.13

"This water works and it’s fresh!" she called, and everyone rushed over at the sound of splashing water. It had been a brutal hike, and Harry had been worried about the lack of water all day, but the sight of that grimy sink made him forget the painful knot in his gut. Now it returned with a vengeance, but he held back while the girls and his mom drank their fill.

As the cool, sweetwater hit Harry’s mouth and stomach, he felt energy returning to him. His thinking also became clearer, and he looked around to find the girls blinking, as if slowly waking up. It took them an hour to shake off the stupor caused by dehydration, which they spent cleaning the cabin.

When the last trash bag was taken out back and dumped with the rest, Harry returned and collapsed into one of the two armchairs with a sigh of exhaustion. His mom bustled in the kitchenette, having dug out two blue boxes of macaroni and cheese and trying to find a pot to cook the pasta in.

The girls had filled the tub and were taking turns washing their feet and legs. Tracey’s foot was no longer bleeding, but the cut was dirty despite the bandage, and she hissed in pain as it was scrubbed clean. Blood tinged the water before she declared it clean enough to wrap again.

Harry hid his disappointment when his mom offered to tear more shirt strips for a bandage, but Fleur stopped him. The petite blonde had rummaged through many cabinets in the cabin and brought out a first aid kit.

"Start the pasta," mom said, taking the kit from Fleur and kneeling before sister.

Once again, the expected outburst didn’t happen, and Harry watched the pair carefully. Tracey watched as his mom coated the bandage with antiseptic and prepared it. The anticipated hiss of pain didn’t come as his mom made sure to wrap the wound gently, checking it over. Speaking quietly to herself in her native language, she tended to the wound, and Harry saw a small, secret smile on mom’s lips.

While his mom worked, the friends continued to search the cabin and returned with some surprising items. The best of these was a stack of wool blankets and pillow cases without pillows, which they laid out on the floor into a large pallet. Another key find was an unopened bottle of whiskey, which they set on a small table in the kitchenette.

"The pasta will be ready in ten minutes," Daphne announced after checking the boiling pot. "Anyone want a drink?"

She held up a couple of mugs they had found and frowned at the group. Harry and Tracey exchanged glances, but he couldn’t see their expressions. A moment later, both nodded.

"Make our doubles," Tracey said, and Harry’s companion smiled, her eyes shifting to him.

"Someone has to stay sober in case the fire gets closer or rescue is near," Harry’s companion said, and he sighed, nodding.

"Make mine a single," Harry said, and Fleur groaned in protest.

"It won’t be as much fun if we’re not all drunk!"

"This isn’t about fun, Mads," Daphne said to her friend, then winked at her, not thinking anyone would catch it. "Let Tracey and Harry relax. We’ll stay with Paul."

Harry felt all eyes focus on him, and he resisted the urge to shift in his seat. The friends looked at him predatorily, while his companions had the same familiar smile on their lips. They exchanged meaningful glances as Harry finished wrapping Tracey’s foot.

Among the found items was a map that Harry perused as the girls finished preparing the meal. Their location was easy to spot, as was the lake and the fire pits he had seen with his eyes. What he didn’t know was where else it was burning and how badly. That it was still burning was beyond doubt. The sky hadn’t cleared, and the air was still thick with smoke and ash.

The meal wasn’t what Harry would call gourmet, but it was hot and filling. After a whole day of hiking with nothing to eat, anything would have tasted good, and the powdered cheese macaroni with a lot of pepper proved that theory. Harry had three helpings and would have had another if the pot hadn’t been empty.

Daphne and Fleur cleaned up while Harry’s companion poured them all another drink, then stepped outside with hers. After a moment, Harry followed her and sat on a single bench. He couldn’t see them, but he heard the low murmur as the conversation started. He wanted to approach the open door and eavesdrop, but he knew it would be rude and stayed in his seat.

Sipping whiskey, Harry planned for the next day. They hadn’t found a generator, but the shed was still locked. He was reluctant to break into it, but he knew it would be their last option in the morning. If they didn’t find what they needed, his next plan was to find a way to signal the fire brigade. This carried the risk of increasing the fire, no matter what he used, so he thought it should be a last resort.

"We’re going to wash the ash and sweat off in the tub," Fleur said, drying her hands on a towel after placing the last plate on the drying rack. "Wanna join?"

Pulled from the spiral of his thoughts by the blonde’s words, Harry looked at the pair. Daphne laughed her deep, throaty laugh and dragged her friend towards the corner where the tub stood.

"I think it’s too small for all of us..." Those dark eyes had a light that Harry recognized from their earlier break as she pulled her friend close and whispered just loud enough for him to hear. "Maybe we’ll take turns... he can watch us wash... and I’ll keep an eye on you."

"Mmm," Fleur murmured, turning in her companion’s arms so that her tanned, flat stomach was exposed below her shirt. "Then I’ll watch too."

"Mhmm," Daphne purred.

Then the world disappeared from Harry’s mind, captivated by the sight before him. Moving with delicious slowness, the girls helped each other undress. Pausing at the right moments, they revealed their marvelous bodies to his eyes. His breath quickened, and his fingers dug into his aching thighs as he watched Fleur’s small, perky breasts emerge first, followed by Daphne’s heavy ones.

Instead of feeling jealous, Fleur seemed to delight in the sight of her friend’s breasts just as much as Harry did, smiling from ear to ear when a small gasp escaped his throat. She turned Daphne’s hips and tugged at the wrist covering her, whispering something in her ear that Harry couldn’t make out.

Daphne straightened up, brushing her light hair from her face, her nervousness turning into joy and then pride as she noticed Harry’s desire. Turning to Fleur, she planted a gentle kiss on her shorter friend’s lips before stepping into the tub with her long legs. Arching her back, Fleur winked at Harry before slipping into the tub.

Reality collided with him when laughter from outside broke through the spell that had taken hold of him. Turning his head, Harry saw the edge of his friend’s arm through the open door and froze.

What do I do now? he thought.

He couldn’t seriously consider Fleur’s suggestion. Not with his friends sitting just a few feet away. Not only would it be rude, but it would likely ruin their relationships for good. No matter what he thought he had seen earlier, they weren’t just going to sit there with folded arms while he... he couldn’t even entertain the thought of what might be on offer.

These thoughts swirled in his mind, and his shoulders tensed with stress when a figure appeared in the doorway. His breath caught in his throat when he saw Tracey, her face hidden in shadows. Though her friends were beautiful, one look at Tracey’s silhouette, outlined by the glow of the horizon, shifted Harry’s desire to a forbidden place.

"It’ll take us a bit," Tracey said, as if she weren’t speaking to her two best friends bathing naked before her shirtless, swollen companion. "Harry said you might want some privacy, but I thought it’d be fun for you to know we’re listening." Tracey raised an eyebrow at Harry, and he mumbled, "Privacy."

He hadn’t thought and had taken the offered solution to his problem, but when her lips curled into a half-smirk, his insides relaxed, and he wanted to take back that word. Tracey shrugged, closed the door, and said something with a laugh to her friends before sitting back down on the bench.

Fleur giggled nervously, but Daphne seemed to lose her inhibitions when the door closed, and the room was plunged into darkness. Light from the two windows illuminated the debris on the floor and reflected off the girls and Harry. A stream of hot water filling the tub joined the foaming of soap on their hands.

Harry thought he understood what was happening. From starting the vacation to the near-death experience and the brutal trek through the rain of ash, the girls were increasingly detached from the comforts they knew. Their infatuation, and if Daphne was to be believed, their love, combined with the stress of their experiences, had driven them to seek control over their situation and regain some degree of freedom and power.

These thoughts floated on the surface of Harry’s mind, registering and fading almost immediately as he watched soapy hands caress smooth skin. Neither Daphne nor Fleur showed the slightest inhibition in this dark cabin. The walls muffled the outside world, cutting them off from prying eyes and societal norms.

"Take it out... let Cass see," Fleur murmured, her soapy fingers caressing the lower back and ass of her companion, while her friend gazed at the edge of the tub with hungry eyes.

When Harry freed his stiff cock from his shorts, Daphne and her friend let out twin moans that made him throb and nearly release as his fingers played along his length. Wet strands of blonde hair obscured most of Daphne’s face, but her lips were visible as the tip of her tongue played around them, and it was Harry’s turn to moan with desire.

"You want us?" Fleur murmured, and Harry nodded, then, realizing it wasn’t enough, croaked out a response.

"More than anything else."

"Who do you want first?" asked the blonde, her voice even quieter than his, almost purring as she straightened beside her friend and ran dripping wet fingers down her side.

Harry noticed her other hand slip behind Daphne’s ample ass, and the blonde girl bit her lower lip, gripping the edge of the tub as she trembled with pleasure. This sight fascinated Harry, not because it was Daphne, but because of the wicked taboo and the easy dominance Fleur displayed.

The blonde smiled and crooked her finger, and Harry rose as if on a hook. Daphne slumped to the side, water splashing in the tub as she slipped her hand between her slender thighs. Her large, firm breasts jiggled, and her pale nipples hardened as she stared at Harry, but despite all her incredible sexiness, his eyes were locked on her blonde friend.

Fleur was capricious, emotional, and easily discouraged, but she was also a complex little creature. The desire Harry saw in her hooded eyes as she played with her fingers was the same wicked thrill that burned in him, and as he moved forward, his thick cock swinging before him, he knew he was about to connect with a kindred spirit.