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Huge Surprise in Swim Trunks ch.4
🕑 Added 2024-06-09 00:38:30 +0000 UTCWhen its tail slapped the surface just a few feet from the dock, Daphne let out another shout of joy, and Harry grabbed the net. She pulled it towards herself, and he scooped up the three-pound fish.
"Look at my fish!" she bounced with excitement, pointing and waving to the dock where their sister had come to watch. The pair waved back, then groggily stumbled back to bed.
"Very impressive," Harry smiled. "Now you have to gut and scale it."
Her smile faded, but once again, Daphne proved tougher than he expected. She sliced the fish open as he showed her what to do and didn’t flinch at pulling out the guts. When the wasps came to check out the innards, she jumped up and nearly fell into the water, forcing Harry to reach out and steady her.
"Watch where you're putting your hand," she raised an eyebrow at his hand, which was pressed against the side of one firm breast, and he pulled it away as if it were on fire.
"Sorry," Harry said, but Daphne laughed in amusement.
"Most guys would do that on purpose just to feel." Her dark eyes looked at him curiously. "But not you... you're different, Harry."
"I'm not that different." Harry smiled and let his gaze drop down to her breasts with obvious lust. Daphne gasped and slapped his arm again, but he noticed she didn’t cover herself and took off her tank top as they continued fishing. She said it was because of the growing heat, but the air still had a chill, and by the way the large dots pressed against the black fabric, she felt it too.
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They spent two hours on the dock, talking and fishing. Each caught two lake trout, with Daphne's first being the biggest. Two fish were enough for them all, so they threw the last two back. Daphne was happy they didn’t kill extra fish, and Harry let her release each one back into the water. He couldn’t help but smile at her delighted expression. Daphne wasn't what Harry had assumed based on their brief interactions over the years. She was beautiful and stylish, but it was her sister who cared about clothes and did most of the shopping. It took a while for her to open up, but Daphne loved sports, and once Harry started talking about Quidditch, she didn't stop.
They spent the morning debating Quidditch strategies and betting odds for the upcoming season. She only played online because she could hide behind an anonymous username.
"I tried playing in a league at school, but the boys gave preferential treatment to the girls." She lifted her fingers in air quotes. "Girls need all the help they can get. That's what they said. Can you believe it?"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, but when one guy asked me out a week later, I told him I wouldn’t let him touch me if he were the last guy on earth."
"That's harsh." Harry shook his head and frowned. "That's when a man needs all the help he can get."
Daphne's face twisted as she stared at Harry, and when his expression faltered, she rolled her eyes. "Your sense of humor is as bad as my sister's."
Harry laughed even harder, and Daphne joined in. Her dark eyes looked even more amazing when she smiled, and Harry found it hard to leave her side, but eventually, the sun was too warm to stay on the dock any longer. Bringing the fish into the kitchen, mom Harry was impressed with their catch and promised to grill it for dinner.
Daphne joined the girls, changing clothes while Harry jumped on the jet ski for a ride. It was a lazy afternoon at the lake, and he had no plans. The heat was unbearable if you didn’t have water nearby, and when he returned to the cabin and saw his mom sitting outside in a wide-brimmed hat and loose, long-sleeved dress, Harry shook his head in disbelief.
"You'll get heatstroke wearing that," Harry said, hanging up his life jacket and brushing hair from his eyes.
"It is quite warm," she glanced around and frowned. "I thought about taking a swim, but I don’t want the neighbors gawking."
Harry looked around and frowned. The neighbors weren't visible from their dock, the trees reached the shore, and the lake was empty. Mom noticed his expression and pursed her lips, her cheeks flushing as she closed her book.
"I'm very particular about who sees me... in such a vulnerable state."
"I can leave you alone for a bit if you want..."
"No," she interrupted quickly, then continued in a more normal tone. "I’d prefer if you stayed. I feel... safe with you."
"Alright," Harry smiled and tried not to stare as she played with the linen ties of her dress.
She seemed to make a decision and quickly untied the straps with a flick of her wrists. She shrugged through the wide neck, her pale blue eyes focused on Harry's face as the linen dress fell into a puddle at her feet. Harry swallowed and then swallowed again, his traitorous eyes taking in the curves of her body.
His stepmom was not a petite woman, her height masked a statuesque figure that men would go to war for. The image of Daphne faded from his mind as he looked at something much better. Wearing a one-piece swimsuit, she couldn’t hide the massive breasts that hung low and heavy on her chest, nor the wide hips and perfect roundness of her ass.
She raised an eyebrow and said nothing, walking past Harry and down to the dock. When she started descending the steps, Harry heard someone moan. It couldn’t have been him, he assured himself, but he winced as a chuckle of amusement escaped his mom, and she turned to catch him staring at her ass.
"Be a darling and bring me a towel, Harry?" Something danced deep in her eyes, and Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak or interpret what he hoped was there. Harry Potter had to tear his eyes away from her and couldn't do it until he saw her long, slender limbs slicing through the air in a fluid dive. There was something achingly erotic about watching her bare arms and legs for the first time. When he returned, he found her swimming across their little cove with long, graceful strokes. Harry had never seen his stepmom swim, but he knew she loved it as a girl. When Harry joined the water polo team, she was more than supportive, attending every game and even following his college team where he was a bench player. Harry was a decent player, but most of his teammates were on the Olympic team. It was hard to secure a starting spot with such competition, but he loved the sport and knew he had only a few more years left to play.
"The water is beautiful," she smiled at him, floating on her back as she swam toward the dock.
"Do you want to try the jet ski?" Harry asked, pointing at the motor, and for a moment, he thought she might, but she shook her head.
"This is too peaceful."
Harry tossed her a life jacket and put on his own, jumping into the water. They swam and floated for half an hour, relaxing as the sun rose above them. As they floated, Harry noticed their feet and legs brushing against each other several times, and instead of pulling away, she allowed the touch to linger.
When they emerged from the water, Harry opened a towel for her, and she stepped into the circle of his arms, allowing him to wrap it around her waist. He draped the towel over her shoulders and tried to think about baseball or anything else besides what was pressing against his chest and groin. Pushing her blonde hair from her face, she smiled at him.
"Thank you for making this so easy," she said, her fingertips playing with the curly hairs on Harry's chest. "I never imagined feeling so comfortable around a man again."
"Of course," Harry said, trying to ignore her touch, but his body began to respond anyway.
His stepmom's eyes widened, and Harry's cheeks burned as he quickly let go of her and turned to flee inside. She followed at a more leisurely pace, drying her hair with the towel. Harry thought he saw a satisfied smile on her face, but it was probably just the result of the swim.
"I'm going to make sandwiches," she called to the bathroom where Harry was just freeing himself. "Maybe you should take a shower before the girls get back?"
It was a good suggestion. The girls tended to use up all the hot water whenever they showered, and even in the extreme heat, Harry still wanted a hot shower. The shower in the cabin was small and oddly designed. There were no shelves or places to set things, so all the soaps and shampoos had to be on the counter.
Once the water reached the right temperature, Harry stepped in and rinsed the lake water and sweat off himself. With no window, the only way to keep the bathroom from getting moldy was to keep the door cracked, but that was normal, and everyone knew to provide privacy at the back of the cabin.
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Harry assumed the coast was clear when he reached through the shower curtain to grab the shampoo, but he froze in shock when he found his stepmom standing in the hallway behind the door. She held a bundle of sheets from the bed, which she dropped when she saw him stepping out of the shower. Before he could jump back in, her eyes fell, and a gasp escaped her throat.
"Harry, your... It's...!"
Horrified, Harry yanked himself back into the narrow shower, feeling his face heat up even more than before. His dick was still hard, sticking out like a steel rod. He hoped it would relax, but he had no such luck with her image so fresh in his mind.
"I'm so sorry, Harry... I didn't mean to... I invaded your privacy."
"It's okay," Harry said, wincing at the high pitch of his voice.
The emotions in her voice were so heavy they thickened her accent, and Harry could see her silhouette approaching him through the shower curtain. The shape of her body sent shivers through him, and he felt precum leaking out.
"I know you're stressed... with school and having to be there for me and your sister... If there's anything I can do for you... anything..."
She left him hanging, and Harry saw the curtain move as her fingers played over it. Every part of him wanted to scream for her to reach in and grab him, but his better angels won out, and he cleared his throat in refusal.
"I'm fine... really... you don't need to worry."
"Alright then... just remember, darling... mom is always here if you need her."
Harry couldn't help himself, and within a minute, he was spurting a powerful load of cum onto the tile wall, imagining his beautiful stepmom's hand stroking his cock. Images of her naked body danced in his head, and he groaned with pleasure. As he washed his hair, dazed by the intense release, Harry heard music playing from the kitchen and something he hadn't heard in years: his stepmother's singing.
