Harry's big dick porn adventure ch.24

Her tone reminded Harry of a situation where a teacher wants to have a serious discussion after class, so he exchanged a worried look with Daphne. "Don't dwell on it. It could be anything," he assured her, though he wasn't entirely convinced himself. They approached the receptionist, trying to look innocent. "Hi," Harry greeted.

With a subtle blush, the receptionist smiled at both of them. "I saw what you two were doing at the gym," she said, placing her hand firmly on her hip.

"We were just exercising," Daphne said, her voice trembling.

"The gym is monitored," the receptionist informed them, giving Daphne a stern look. "Such behavior is unacceptable."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Daphne protested, and Harry quickly covered her mouth before she could say anything incriminating.

"Sorry," Harry apologized, wondering if they were in serious trouble. It was hard to tell if the receptionist was angry or not; she seemed to be suppressing a smile.

Leaning back on the chaise lounge, Harry watched as the beautiful sun dipped towards the horizon. Pink light flooded the ocean and sky, and palm trees gently rustled. It looked as if the sky was ablaze with magical pink and purple flames. He didn't know if there was anything as colorful and beautiful as a California sunset. Folding his hands behind his head, he reminisced about the day. It was warm, and they had managed to take some photos earlier. Turning to his left, Daphne sat there topless with a pair of sunglasses, her eyes fixed on the setting sun and the spectacular sunset. They were making a fortune, and life at that moment seemed delightful.

Daphne pushed her sunglasses up onto her forehead and glanced at him. "Are you staring at my tits?"

"Either that or the sunset," Harry shrugged. "It should tell you something about how pretty they are."

"I'm just messing with you," she said, squeezing her breasts with her elbows. "I'm not a narcissist, but I do like my tits."

They sat there for a moment, taking a little break, but the evening grew quiet. "When is Tracey coming back tomorrow?"

"In the evening. We can finally have a decent meal."

"That's true," Harry said. Despite having just met her, he missed her. It didn't take long for them to feel like family.

"I texted her an hour ago, but she still hasn't replied," Daphne said, looking at her phone, tapping with frustration. In a time when instant replies were considered the norm, Daphne found it frustrating. Harry found them a headache and unrealistic. Concentration wasn't exactly needed in their line of work, but as a programmer, nothing annoyed him more than interruptions.

"Give her some time," Harry told Daphne, asking her to calm down. "She's probably busy with her family."

"Sliding into my DMs takes a second."

Harry shrugged. "I hate it when people expect instant replies."

"That's because you're a guy," she said, blowing a raspberry at him. Her tongue was so sweet, and he wanted it in his mouth or on his cock more than anything else.

Reaching for his iPad, Harry read an article about a new structure. Despite the abundance of sex with those two girls, he still had an interest in coding and thought about building another website for them to sell something on the side. However, he didn't know what. He hadn't written a single line of code since flipping off his former boss, except for the landing page he made a month ago when they got flagged for the first time. His fingers were itching, and he wanted to get his hands dirty again. Building something was addictive, whether it was a business or just a simple feature on a website.

"Okay... I'm starting to worry," Daphne said with a hint of concern in her voice.

Harry set the iPad aside and didn't like the look on her face. "If it's a family dinner, shouldn't you politely have your phone off?"

"No, we all find time to text," she said, apparently not in the mood to raspberry him now. "I've sent her ten messages and called her ten times too."

"What?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "When she sees the first one, she'll reply to you."

"I know, but... she sounded frustrated. Something must have happened."

Suddenly, they heard someone knocking on their door. It was subtle, since they were sitting outside, but they heard it. They exchanged glances and sat up straight. Daphne jumped off the chaise lounge, half ran to the door, and opened it as quickly as possible. Tracey stood there with black streaks of mascara on her pale face. She looked completely shattered, and her sight squeezed Harry's heart.

"Oh my, what happened?" Daphne asked and welcomed her. Tracey walked to the couch without a word, and the mascara spilled onto the floor as she collapsed on the couch and buried her face in her hands, bursting into tears. Harry quickly brought a box of tissues. He sat next to her, but he wasn't sure where to put the tissue box. Luckily, Daphne took it for him and placed it on her lap.

Harry was about to open his mouth, but Daphne gestured with her finger not to rush. Daphne wrapped her arm around Tracey's neck and patiently waited, letting Tracey cry as much as she wanted. "Can you talk now?" she asked.

Tracey nodded, but it was the shakiest nod Harry had ever seen. "My cousin saw our OnlyFans... She told everyone about me during the family dinner and embarrassed me in front of everyone..." She burst into tears again, dropped her head into her hands, and just let them out. Daphne immediately pulled out a tissue and wiped her cheek and thigh as she spilled everything on herself.

"I'm so sorry," Daphne said.

"It was mean of her to bring it up when we were together. My dad got angry, and my mom didn't even want to talk to me. I feel like I don't have a family anymore. I didn't think they would do something like this."

Daphne kissed her on the cheek and hugged her. "Tracey, listen, we are your family now. Harry and I would never do anything to hurt you."

She shuddered. "I know... That's why I came back here. But it was so painful."

"Screw them," Daphne said angrily. "They're just jealous, trust me."

"You think so?" she asked, looking up, her lower lip trembling.

"Absolutely, you look a thousand times sexier than your cousin," Daphne remarked. "She doesn't have the looks for sex work. Who wouldn't want to fuck and make millions?"

She nodded and glanced at Harry. He was still a noob in relationships and not the best at comforting. He felt a bit handicapped, but he tried his best. "I'm saying the same thing as Daphne. We are family now. Just remember, I'm not the best at comforting, even if I feel your pain deep in my heart."

"It's the thought that counts," she murmured. "Harry is right," Daphne said. "I feel your pain too. We're in this together."

"I never want to see them again. I don't want to hear about them either."

"You won't hear about them either," Harry said, patting her shoulder. They kept her company until she crumpled the tissue and threw it in the trash. She stopped crying and instead looked out the window. It was already dark outside, but her heart was more important than a beautiful sunset.

"Have you eaten anything?" she asked.

"No, but we can order something," Daphne said.

"No," Tracey insisted. "I want to cook something. I just want to occupy my mind with something else."

"Are you sure?" Daphne asked, checking if her cheeks were clean of ink.

"I am... I'll go prepare something. I don't want to think about my family any longer."

"Okay," Daphne said and let her go. Harry watched as she walked to the kitchen, swaying her hips. She already looked healthier as she reached for the cutting board, pots, and all the necessary ingredients. A short smile appeared on her face as she started cutting the meat. There were so many things he wanted to talk about. Growing up as a lonely child, he didn't understand why someone would betray someone else like that, especially when they were family. But he realized it was better to leave that topic behind.

He exchanged glances with Daphne and saw compassion in her eyes. Despite being incredibly spoiled, she had a very tender heart, and he couldn't describe his love for her in ordinary words.

Tracey placed a large pot on the table. "Guys, you can come," she said without a hint of resentment. They took their seats, and she had already set the table for them. Tracey lifted the lid off the pot, and a pair floated to the ceiling. Taking a deep breath, Harry once again reminded himself how much he missed Tracey. She made them a rich stew with vegetables floating around fatty chunks of meat.

"There hasn't been a day I haven't thought about you," Harry said.

"Thank you," Tracey said, lowering her head and blushing. "It's good to have someone in life who appreciates what you do."

"We love your cooking," Daphne corrected her. There was no exaggeration in that, as they filled their bowls to the brim. They put them in their mouths, and the flavors exploded on Harry's tongue. He missed her culinary artistry and ate until he was full and could barely move.

For the rest of the evening, they kept Tracey company and showed her pictures they took, hoping to cheer her up even more. Her hand flew to her mouth when she saw the Pornhub video of them fucking in the gym. "I can't believe you did that," she said and burst into laughter for the first time since she arrived.

"That was popular on Pornhub," Daphne said. "Hopefully, it'll attract some fans too."

"But there must be cameras there. Didn't they catch you?" she asked.

Harry scratched his neck. "We got caught."

"By who?"

"The receptionist," Harry replied. "The whole gym is monitored, but we apologized, and she let us off the hook."

"How embarrassing," she said, wanting to hide her face.

"Not really," said Harry. "Even if she was testing us, she didn't mind."

"Maybe you can bribe her," Daphne said, looking at both of them, furrowing her brows.

"I don't like her expression," Harry said, already guessing what she meant.

"What's better than one girl getting fucked at the gym?" Daphne asked, her lips curling into a smile.

"Two," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Just say what you want to say."

"You can bribe her with your cock," she said, dropping her hand on his crotch, grabbing the bulge. "And then we can film a threesome there."

"That's outrageous," Tracey said, but she chuckled nonetheless, and the tears and sadness disappeared from her eyes.

"I'm not telling you this," Daphne said. "Look at the video—it's popular on Pornhub!"

She was right because within one day, it had over a million views. As the clip played, they reached the part where Harry sprayed her face with his cum. In the background, someone was entering, and Daphne quickly wiped her face. "It's sad that most will probably think that scene was fake or staged," Harry said. "But it was actually a woman entering the gym."

"Did she see you too?" Tracey asked, biting her nails.

"Who knows," Harry replied, shrugging.

They leaned back on the couch and kept Tracey company a little longer. "I'm tired," she muttered. "Can I go to bed?"

"We'll sleep together," Daphne said. "You didn't leave me alone when I was sick, and I won't leave you either."

"You're the best," she said and hugged her. It was an unexpected turn of events, but Harry knew that after this, Tracey would be even closer to them. It was events like these that brought them closer and kept their loyalty intact no matter what, because they were at the beginning of their journey to becoming multimillionaires for adults. Harry's dream was finally coming true, and they needed love and loyalty as much as possible.

They slipped under the sheets. Harry lay in the middle, and both cuddled up to him, wrapping their legs around his and kissing him on the cheeks. "Let's get some sleep and work tomorrow."

"Work," Daphne chuckled and slid her wet pussy up and down his leg.

Harry turned to Tracey and smiled seeing her smile. "Sweet dreams."

"You too, thank you both for being with me."

"You're welcome," Harry replied and drifted off to sleep.