Huge Surprise in Swim Trunks ch.12

Daphne glanced over her shoulder, where Harry Potter’s sister, mom, and Fleur were working around a bed of blackberry bushes, stripping them of berries. Harry’s mom’s first pass hadn’t yielded even a fraction of what was there, and the girls had made a game of seeing who could gather the most. The ground was soft, and except for stepping on or catching the occasional thorn, the task was easy. Plus, they could eat half of what they picked, which Fleur tried to hide until Tracey pointed out her purple-stained lips and chin, dripping with juices.

"Can you guess who we both fell for when we were little fifth graders trying out for the dueling team?"

Harry swallowed hard as Daphne’s fingers wrapped around the throbbing head of his cock, squeezed once, then released to tease the shaft. Memories of that day surfaced. Tracey was still a half-stranger at home, and her cute little friends were among those trying out for the Hogwarts team.

As the captain, he led part of the trials but didn’t think twice about the girls. Even then, they were popular and more developed than anyone their age should be. But they were giggling kids, and his head was filled with teenage anxieties that overshadowed everything.

"There were other guys you were checking out too, as I recall," Harry said, smiling as Daphne lightly ran a nail over the sensitive underside of his shaft, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you think self-esteem is attractive when a woman confesses deeply hidden emotions?"

The raw honesty of her words startled Harry, and he shook his head. Her smile returned, and she spread her arms. As she did, her hips shifted, and he felt something wet brush against his shin, her hips moving more slowly, just like her fingers.

"There were plenty of hot guys in the dueling teams," she continued after a long pause. "But only one took the time to show us what the coaches wanted. She moved again, her voice becoming more hushed. "And only one had blue eyes that looked straight into our souls."

She was close enough for Harry to lean in and kiss her, but his sister and her friend were nearby, and he didn’t want to disturb the fragile peace that had settled since the fire. He wasn’t worried about his sister and her friend, but about her and their stepmother.

Tracey and their mom had been at odds for years. They could have a few cordial, even cheerful conversations, but it inevitably ended with Harry’s sister shouting about something and mom running to her room in tears. He worried it was more than a girl breaking free from apron strings and becoming an independent woman, and that peace between them would never return.

This was the longest meeting of this pair in years, but Harry’s attention was drawn back to Daphne as she leaned forward, giving him a splendid view down her shirt. The blonde teen smiled with pride as she felt him harden in her hand, his eyes lingering on her firm breasts. With a final squeeze, she released his cock and placed both hands on his leg, summoning the courage to speak.

"We made a pact in our final year," Daphne continued, her voice a husky whisper that tugged at Harry’s insides. "To become women together... You understand, Harry?"

Harry nodded slightly, and Daphne’s smile deepened as she leaned in, a hungry note in her voice.

"We won’t lose our virginity until it’s with the same guy," she poked him in the chest with one finger while the others wrapped around his cock. "At the same time."

When her words sank in, Harry sat up straight, ignoring Daphne’s throaty chuckle as his eyes searched for her sister. The blonde had said something similar the day before when they were on the jet ski, but he’d assumed it was a joke and hadn’t taken her seriously.

"That would be..." Harry began, not knowing how to finish the thought.

His gaze returned to the busty teen beside him, and the fire in his loins cooled when he saw her face. Daphne’s expression was full of desire but also deep and powerful emotions that made her eyes hooded and her breath slow and deep.

"I like you, Harry," Daphne admitted in a fragile voice. "I like you a lot... I know I’m not good at showing it... or being bright and cheerful like my sister... And I’ll never be able to compete with Tracey, but after last night..." Her voice wavered, and she pressed her lips into an angry line, furious with herself for showing emotion, as Harry guessed. "You acted like a fairy tale hero, and I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t tell you."

When she finished, her expression turned to something that looked hopeless, and she moved to slide off Harry’s legs, but he reached out and stopped her. She seemed ready to flee from him, but with her ankle swollen twice its size and already black with bruises, there was no chance.

"Thank you," Harry began, holding her hand and brushing his thumb over the smooth skin on the back of her hand. Her gaze fell to their intertwined hands, and her other hand clenched into a fist, nails digging into her palms, knuckles whitening.

"But," she scoffed to herself in a mocking tone. "There’s going to be a ‘but’ added to that."

"The only ass I’d like-"

"Ready to go?" Tracey called out, and Daphne and Harry pulled away from each other, Harry’s cheeks flushing as he realized he’d leaned into her.

"Ready!" Daphne replied, a plastic smile on her face.

Tracey frowned, more at the smile of her blonde friend than at the awkwardness of Harry helping her up.

"I think I’ll try to walk," Daphne said, wincing as she lightly limped on her injured foot.

"Stay with Harry, just in case," Harry’s mom said, pushing Daphne back into his arms. "We can’t afford any more injuries."

"We should be close," Harry said. "I can’t imagine it’s too far down this road."

He saw the girls putting on brave faces, but their worries were growing. His mom seemed the most confident as they set off, much more than he felt himself, but Daphne distracted him from the troubling thought of being lost in the wilderness with a fire raging.

The beautiful teen turned her face away from Harry and stiffened as he placed his arm under hers and took the weight off her sore ankle. One hand gripped his neck while the other circled her slim waist, but Daphne tried to pull away, twisting in his grasp.

"You know I like you too, right?" Harry croaked as they walked down the road, and Daphne looked at him with doubt.

"Really?"

The disbelief in her voice made Harry want to laugh out loud, but he restrained himself, not wanting to offend the girl. In that one look, he saw something he’d never expected to find in the magnificent teen: a lack of self-confidence. This recognition illuminated what had always been a disconnect with Daphne, and Harry felt he now understood her in a way he hadn’t before.

"Of course I do," Harry said, his cheeks warming but unable to wipe the smile from his face. "You’re amazing, smart, and the coolest in school because you don’t care what people think of you."

"I care," she grimaced, her ankle still hurting. "I just don’t let it affect what I do. Fleur and Tracey like attention."

"But it makes you uncomfortable?" Harry asked.

She nodded, pressing her lips into a tight line. "Ever since... it came," she frowned, looking at her breasts. "The stares from men... Old, young..." She shivered slightly. "They made me feel disgusting."

Harry had nothing to say and felt a pang of guilt for his own looks. Daphne seemed to sense what he was feeling because she smiled at him.

"Just because I don’t want every man staring at me doesn’t mean I don’t want some to stare. Or that I don’t like catching you peeking," she laughed as Harry blushed and stumbled, pressing her firm breasts against his chest.

"Jesus, woman, you’re driving me crazy," he growled.

"Good," Daphne laughed.

This time her laughter drew the other heads, and she stifled another burst at their frowns directed at them. The sky was still dark with smoke, and ash fell in thick flakes like rain. It wasn’t an atmosphere where laughter seemed appropriate, but Harry felt a knot in his shoulders loosen.

The girls’ frowns made Daphne and Harry laugh even harder, which elicited a snort from Tracey and a look from Fleur, who felt left out. Harry’s mom smiled along with them, feeling something pass between her and the teen as she leaned on him for support. When they calmed down and continued their climb, he noticed a few lingering looks between them that made him curious about where all this was leading.

The sun was approaching the western horizon, and Harry feared they would have to spend the night under a sky filled with ash when the road forked, and a narrow path led up a steep slope. His pace quickened as he saw some shape in the woods. He pointed excitedly at the narrower path, pulling Daphne up, and she called out to the girls, who had taken a break to rest.

"We made it!" she yelled, throwing her arms around Harry’s neck and swaying with laughter.

The fishing outpost wasn’t large. It was a one-room cabin with a covered porch in front and a small shed at the back. Two windows flanked each side, but inside couldn’t be more than six hundred square feet. As they got closer, Harry noticed it had been years since anyone tended the property, but the tree line was blessedly distant from the building. So, if the fire descended on them, there was hope the cabin would remain safe.

"Do you think it’s locked?" Fleur asked.

"If it is, I can break in through a window," Harry replied.

Tracey was barely standing, and Fleur wasn’t much better, but they hesitated at the door. Handing Daphne to Harry’s mom, he reached for the handle and sighed in relief when it turned, and the door creaked open. The sigh turned into a groan moments later as the stench of something rotting hit him in the face.

"What the fuck is that?" Tracey asked, covering her nose and stepping back.

Harry flipped the light switch inside the cabin, but the power didn’t come on. Covering his nose, he walked inside and saw the source of the rot, along with the reason the door had been left ajar. Someone had ripped off the vent cover, and there were obvious signs that the teen had been here. They had likely thrown a party. At the very least, they had been drinking here, as the floor was littered with empty or half-empty beer cans, and a pot in the sink was sprouting an orange-green substance.

"We’ll clean it up," Harry’s mom approached him, scanning the room without showing any signs of distress from the smell. "At least we’ll have shelter for the night."

Harry nodded, pointing out, "And if we can find a generator and get the radio running, we might be able to contact the rescuers."

The girls showed surprising bravery. None of them complained as they filled a black trash bag. Fleur found a few condom wrappers stuffed under the single cot in the cabin but cleaned them up with only one gag before holding the bag at arm’s length. In one corner was a small stove that Harry worked on while his mom dug out a tub from the opposite corner.