Huge Surprise in Swim Trunks ch.11

The petite blonde was Harry's real concern. Weaker than the rest, she wasn't an athlete like his stepsister nor mentally strong like the others. If not for the dull glow clinging to the horizon behind them and the recent memories that repeatedly stirred fear in her, Harry didn't think she would have made it this far. Even with those, he doubted she could go much further.

It must have been noon, as the fiercely red disk was directly overhead when Harry spotted a likely camp. A clearing, devoid of trees and divided by a dry creek, was full of thick grasses that covered mounds of earth. Skirting around blackberry bushes thick with berries, Harry set Daphne down on a patch of grass with a grateful sigh. The girl sank to the ground with a surprised squeak, nearly glaring at Harry before he noticed her look away.

"Let's rest here for a while," Harry said, standing and stretching backward. "I want to catch my breath."

Harry groaned as the crack sounded so loud he felt it in his teeth. He tried to step forward, but his leg nearly buckled beneath him.

"You rest too," Daphne grabbed his hand before he could move away, pulling him onto the grass beside her. "Your muscles are throbbing... Take a break and let me loosen them up."

Harry wanted to protest, but the moment her strong, capable fingers started working on his calves, the words dried up on his tongue, and he sank down beside her. Tracey sat down, grimacing as she removed her bandage to check her foot, while his stepmother moved among the bushes, filling the front of her torn shirt with plump blackberries.

It wasn't until Harry fully sat that he realized how wrecked his leg and back muscles were. Daphne's fingers working on his legs soothed the throbbing pain, and she watched his face intently. Her lips curled into a smile of joy that she tried to hide behind a veil of blonde hair.

"Everyone take a handful," his stepmother approached with her shirt full of berries, distributing them.

By the time she reached Daphne and Harry, the shirt was nearly empty, and he couldn't miss the underside of her massive breasts peeking through the bottom. He took a handful, unable to hide the sigh of pleasure that escaped his throat as his fingers brushed through the soft fabric and along the upper slopes of those magnificent breasts.

Daphne's eyes gleamed in the dim light, and she leaned against Harry's side and shoulder as she reached for berries. "I didn't exert myself as much, so I'll share mine with Harry."

"That's kind of you, dear," his stepmother smiled at the girl, but her smile faltered for a moment as Daphne's hands burrowed into her shirt.

The look on Harry's stepmother's face made him scrutinize closer and he noticed the blonde girl's nimble fingers caressing beneath the neckline of her shirt, pinching something hard before withdrawing to gather berries. Her mouth formed an almost sigh of pleasure, and his stepmother stared at Daphne for a long moment, her face unreadable.

"Thank you, Mrs. Potter, for helping us keep our strength."

"You're welcome," his stepmother said, slightly breathless. She glanced over her shoulder at Tracey and Fleur, who were gathering berries, comforting each other, and ignoring them. "Make sure you eat your share too. We all need to keep our strength... No matter what happens, we're all in this together."

She reached out and clasped Daphne's hand, their fingers tightening on each other. Something seemed to pass between them, deeper than words, but neither seemed willing to explain when Harry shot them a confused look. His stepmother masked a quiet giggle and pressed the girl's hand back onto Harry's thigh, standing up.

"I'll look after them for an hour. You two... relax," her eyes wandered downward, and Harry's cheeks warmed as he realized his shorts were taut.

Between the massive breasts hanging before him, swaying in her torn top, and Daphne's breasts pressed against his side, it was no surprise that Harry reacted. Instead of pulling away or looking at him as she might have done a day earlier, Daphne let out a deep chuckle and shifted against him, so his bicep nestled directly between her large, painfully firm breasts.

"I'll make sure you're relaxed... And maybe later, I'll do the same for you."

Under the red glow, the older woman's skin was pale but immediately darkened, her large blue eyes widening. Drawing a deep breath, his stepmother rested her hand there, on top of Daphne's, which lay on his thigh. His eyes searched her beautiful face, trying to decipher what was swirling in her mind.

As she searched Daphne's face, whatever she found relaxed the tension around her eyes, and Harry's stepmother's sensuous lips, which he had kissed so hungrily twelve hours earlier, curved into that same hungry smile he'd seen aboard the ship.

"We'll see," she murmured, then slipped her fingers under Daphne's chin. With her body blocking the girl's view, she pushed the other hand into Harry's crotch, guiding Daphne's fingers to their reward.

"This is an offer I can't refuse, my dear girl..."

She rose slowly, her fingers leaving a delicate grip on Harry's manhood and Daphne's at the same time, as her nails slid out from under her chin. Tilting her head back, Daphne watched as Harry's stepmother moved away from them with a hunger he knew all too well. When she turned back to him, her blazing eyes curved into a smile.

"I’m afraid that if you let it all out... you'll be too weak to make it the rest of the way... But if I tease you with what’s to come once we get to a safe place..."

"Jesus, girl," Harry muttered.

Smiling like the cat that got the cream, Daphne moved around him. Careful of her swollen ankle, she slid her wide hips and round ass between Tracey and him. While one hand massaged the muscles in his leg, the other slipped up his shorts and ran teasing fingers down his throbbing length.

Daphne said little during the next hour of torture, but everything she did say made the experience both better and worse. Unlike Harry’s mom and the girls, who wiped most of the ash from their faces if not their limbs, Daphne was darkened by soot that clung to her. Only the dark curtain around her face was clear, which she used to dramatic effect, allowing light to shine only on her full lips when she spoke.

"Fleur and I differ in almost every way... except one," she whispered after ten minutes of rejuvenating massage and torturously pleasurable caresses. "We always fall for the same guys."