Artifact ch.14

"We are," Harry said, pulling up to Rose and Fleur's house.

Fleur immediately led Rose back inside and into the bedroom, with Harry following closely behind. Their backsides were very shapely and athletic. Watching their young, tight bodies in motion was a delightful experience.

Soon, he would have his stepsister. His sister. There had never been a brighter, better thought in his mind. Rose walked from one end of the small bedroom to the other. She wore high heels that made her legs look stunning in a black skirt. Fleur sat with Harry on the bed, casually running her fingers through his hair and whispering hot words in his ear. Her breasts pressed firmly against his shoulder.

"I don't understand any of this," Rose shook her head. "I was so mean to you, Harry. I was nasty to you for so long, but it was really about me. My slip-ups. My fears. It never had anything to do with you."

Harry smiled. "It's okay, Rose." "No, it's not."

She sat down next to him, across from Fleur, and placed her hand on his knee. Excitement gripped his heart, propelling him relentlessly towards a course that involved only his stiffening cock and his sister's pussy.

"I've talked a lot with Fleur. Do you know you've fascinated her all her life? From the moment she met you. She told me it was really hard for her, that she always identified as a lesbian, but when you came along, her whole compass changed. She made up for it by being with me. That way, she could be close to you and still be the total lesbian she thought she was."

Fleur nodded, and her hand moved to his other knee. "But I'm not a lesbian, Harry. Her voice was a soft, sensual purr in his ear. "I'm bisexual... just a very selective, really specific kind of bisexuality."

Of course, she was. Harry had made her that way. Rose's hand slid up his thigh. She was shyer than Fleur. She didn't rush. She wasn't sure of what she believed in. But Harry could tell she understood his expectations - she knew he was smart enough to know what was happening. And those expectations, combined with her newfound eager desire not to disappoint him, along with Fleur's presence and encouragement, were pushing her forward.

"We both are," Rose said, smiling nervously. "We just want to fuck you. That's all. No other men."

This could have been played in many ways. He could have pretended to be clueless, even romantic. Treated it as if Rose were his long-lost lover. But the truth was, he never wanted to love Rose in a romantic way, or at least he didn't think so. He just desperately wanted to fuck her. His desire to fuck her had taken over his life. Marrying Padma. Hiring Tracey. He always wanted to impress her, make her happy, make her proud of his presence.

Proud enough that they could talk like people. Close enough that one day they could slip behind and fuck like rabbits, just as they were always meant to do.

They were going to do it now. He didn't plan to finish with her until her wonderfully fertile body was pregnant as much as he could make it.

So, no, he didn't plan to pretend he knew nothing about what was happening. He intended to exercise his right. Confirm his dominance. Harry had earned it. He deserved all of this – and even if Padma had a watch now, he still deserved for Rose and Fleur to work on his cock with their wet pussies.

He placed his hand on Rose's face, gently stroking her sharp cheekbones. "Take out my cock."

She hesitated, glancing at Fleur for guidance. However, Fleur herself began undoing Harry.

"Stop. Fleur immediately stopped. "I wasn't talking to you. I know you'll do as I say. I want to see if Rose will do it."

"I... - she chuckled, as if. "I don't want it to be obedience, Harry. I wanted it to be..." "What you want doesn't matter right now." She looked slightly shocked.

Fleur nodded. "I'm sorry, Rose, but he's right. You've been a bitch. You need to learn obedience if you really want what's best for him. And you do, right?"

Rose cleared her throat and nodded. "Okay. Can we just do it slowly? One finger at a time? Like starting with kissing, and then..." She trailed off.

Harry shook his head slowly. "There are no negotiations here. You'll do it, and you'll do it the way I want, or you won't touch, suck, or fuck my cock at all. Is that clear?"

Her face twitched, perhaps considering some form of protest. But Harry could see that none of them could find real support in her mind. Even if she thought maybe she could raise legitimate objections, she couldn't deny the flood of desire pulsing through her veins. She wanted him. She would obey him if necessary.

Eventually, she nodded. "Yes."

He smiled. "Yes, what?"

There was no reason to stop pushing the boundaries now. She was already beyond the point of holding him back. "Yes... Harry?" She ventured.

Of course, that was wrong. He shook his head again. Fleur pulled Rose to Harry's chest, whispering in her ear. Her voice was low, softer than even Harry could hear up close. Rose's eyes widened in surprise, and she swallowed once more.

"Yes... please, sir? Understand, sir? I want to touch it. Allow me to please you, sir? I want it so much. I can't believe how much I want to taste your cock, sir. It's... it's right there, and I need it, sir, please? Please, won't you let me taste my... my brother's cock, sir?"

That excited him. Her confirmation of the inherent taboo they were engaging in. She saw his excitement, the smile on her face as she now more intensely rubbed him through his pants. His precum stained the fabric, moistening her fingers.

"Yes, sir, I do. I want to have my sister's mouth on my brother's cock. I want to show my Big Brother what a good little servant I can be."

"She'll be a good cock, sir, I promise," Fleur said. Her nimble little hands slid over Rose's breasts through her thin blouse, squeezing them tightly. "I'll make her serve you well. I promise. Will you let her have her sisterly lips on your penis? I'll guide her down for her first time, sir."

Rose was now fully wrapped up in madness. Their combined scent of desire overwhelmed their senses. Her beautiful eyes were wild with lust.

"Let me, sir, please? Please. Please, please, please, Harry dear brother, sir, won't you let me suck your big beautiful cock after all this?"

He didn't trust himself to speak without losing his voice. He just nodded and pushed her head forward with his hands. Fingers slid through that incredible dark mass of hair. His cock, freed from his pants, sprang upward to meet his sister's face.

Her unpracticed lips made up for the lack of skill with hungry enthusiasm. Her moans were long and joyous as she descended onto his throbbing flesh. Her mouth was so warm and tight that every bump and contour of his shaft slid down her throat as Fleur pushed her tighter. Rose choked loudly, and neither Fleur nor Harry cared. The little bitch had to suck him all the way or not at all.

When she was finally allowed to catch her breath, she needed only one breath.

"Please, more! Please, brother! I need your cock again!"

Harry nodded, and Fleur pushed her lover back onto Master's cock. They slowed their pace now, allowing Rose to navigate this entirely new experience. Sucking a man's cock was as foreign to her as walking on the moon. While Rose worked, Fleur took it upon herself to offer instruction, with Harry's consent.

"Not like that," she explained, moving Rose aside and slowly taking Harry between her lips. She brushed her hair back and leisurely slid herself down onto her Master's cock. "Don't rush. It's not a race."

Rose, always a quick learner, nodded and precisely mimicked her lover.

Everyone should learn to suck cock this way, he thought.

He felt like he was in heaven. Occasionally, he pulled Fleur towards him, and their tongues worked in harmony. They knew each other so well that they could anticipate each other's moves, moving in tandem around his hard member. Moaning and writhing around his body. They voraciously hugged around the head of his cock, their tongues wildly mixing above his massive hardness. Fleur, smiling, took Rose's head and pushed it down, choking her on his cock after a few sucks, allowing her lover to truly taste her new Master's cock.

But after a few minutes of this attention, he wasn't satisfied with just their mouths anymore, even as Fleur pushed Rose far beyond her boundaries. He stood up completely. He had to fill his sister's pussy. He had to impregnate that fertile body.

There was nothing else. Without the watch in his possession and perhaps never getting it back, he had to make sure Rose was bound to him, irrevocably. The child in her juicy belly was the perfect way to do that.

"Spread her legs on the bed," he said to Fleur. "Get her ready for me." "Yes, sir."

Little but strong, Fleur pulled Rose onto the bed and spread her legs. Chuckling, she tore off Rose's clothes, leaving only tattered remnants of her lace bra. "Oh... Sir... but... you're my... my b-brother, I don't know if... I don't know if..."

Again, hesitation. Harry felt a pang of disappointment, but Fleur was already on it. Her tight, barely clad body sat on Rose, spreading her legs with her knees. There was enough room for Harry to slide underneath her into Rose's pussy. Fleur kissed her beloved on the neck, praising Harry.

"You want this, darling. You want to have his cock inside you. Trust me. He's so good. He'll fuck you just right..."

"Just... I'm not on birth control. Can't you at least wear a condom?"

He kissed Rose on the head. "I promise I'll pull out." It was a lie, and he didn't care. Either way, she was going to be his.

She nodded, pushing him inside her. His cock, so hard and ready, needed little encouragement. Her folds were so hot and wet that he entered her without any resistance. Finding her so open to his cock, he thrust into her wildly, finally entering his Rose. His sister. The desire of his heart. She wasn't a virgin, but he was the first man ever inside her, and she was as tight as that fact advertised. The soft, warm folds of her juicy channel enveloped him, squeezing every ridge and line of his cock as he pounded into her repeatedly.

Fleur, on one side, kissed them both, her hot pussy drenching the sheets. Harry sucked on her tits greedily for a moment, but only a moment. What he really wanted was to see the soft, green eyes of his sister as he fucked her, entered her, defiled her for anyone else. Now she was his and would be forever. Finally, finally! Finally inside Rose. After so long. After so much desire.

"Oh fuck," he gasped. "Oh God. Oh Rose. Rose, Rose, Rose..."

"Yes, sir! Oh God, Harry! You're so good!" She clearly felt the effects. Her legs, wrapped around Harry's waist, pulled him even deeper into her slender, hot body.

"I'm so fucking close, Rose, oh God. My Rose. My slave."

"Yes, sir. I agree. I'm your slave."

Fleur nodded, pressing her heavy tits against Harry's shoulder. "We're both your slaves, Master."

The weight of the blonde meant that Harry was thrusting even deeper into Rose, something not lost on anyone, including Fleur. She pushed harder as Harry entered his sister, her smile orgasmic as she watched her lover being fucked by her Master.

"I need to come, Rose," he hissed. "Does my little sister want me to pull out?"

It was absurd. If he had free will, he'd be fucking her in the head that she desperately wanted his cum in her belly at any moment. And he really wasn't going to withdraw. But he thought now, after a few minutes of their perfect, hot fuck, that he might as well ask.