It had been a transformative half-decade for the wizarding world.
When the dust settled on the most destructive conflict to have ever hit home shores, the side of light had come out triumphant, but not without the complete destruction of the pureblood order that had existed in Britain since its inception, along with a general catastrophic loss of population on both sides.
In the aftermath of the earth-shattering duel that ended with Albus Dumbledore banishing Lord Voldemort before succumbing to his wounds, the wizarding world rose from the ashes. Rejuvenated, but also quite frail.
Top priority for the newly established government was to make sure that the dangerously low population levels did not lead to societal collapse.
When the mandate was put out, even those that would typically be raving about government overreach could not really fault it. Everyone knew it was their duty to help prop up the flagging population.
Just, for some people, things were a bit more complicated. There was no better example of this than the Potters.
"Lils, calm down, sweetheart, we'll be fine."
"How can you be sure of that?" Lily snapped, her pretty face streaked with tears as her panic seemed to only grow.
"What if they make us… what if they force us to just pair up with some random wizard?!"
Jamie Potter offered her wife a reassuring smile as she rubbed soothing circles on her back. "Lily, that's not going to happen."
"You're acting like you know that for certain, Jamie!"
Jamie couldn't help herself, that old, lopsided grin spread over her face. The grin that had infuriated Lily so many times back in their school days.
Lily's eyes narrowed. "Jamie Euphemia Potter, is there something you're not telling me?"
"Perhaps?" Jamie teased. She leapt back as Lily smacked her shoulder. She laughed, and despite herself, Lily couldn't help but laugh along.
There had been so little to laugh about over the past year. It was comforting to return to a time before all the loss, even if just for a fleeting moment.
"Alright, alright! Let me talk, woman!" Jamie said as Lily bumped her glasses askew. Lily crossed her arms, shooting her a glare that had no real heat behind it as Jamie ran a hand through her short, windswept hair.
"Didn't you think it was odd that my parents were so cool with us getting married?"
Lily blinked in confusion. "What do you mean? The wizarding world is much more progressive about these things. Definitely more than muggles are,"
It was true. While not exactly common, Lily knew of several same sex relationships among magicals. Heck, their best friends were another lesbian couple! Despite all of the boundless bigotry against muggle borns and creatures and half-breeds, no one had even made so much as a gay joke during her time at Hogwarts.
"Well, yeah, Lils, but there is a reason for that. I mean, think about how obsessed purebloods are with heirs and all that crap, do you really think Serena's parents would have been fine with her taking herself out of the gene pool?"
Lily's eyes widened, and Jamie could see the gears turning in her wife's head. Out of everything she loved about her—and she loved absolutely everything about Lily—her intellect was very high up on the list.
"You're saying there's a way for us to… conceive?"
Jamie snorted. "You're gonna get me all hot and bothered if you keep talking dirty like that."
Lily smacked her shoulder once more. "Prat!"
The two of them devolved into giggles. When the laughter died down, Jamie looked a bit more serious.
"There are ways for couples like us to conceive, Lily. Of course, there are caveats. They need to be married—which we are—and there's a few more magical hoops to jump through. It takes a bit of work, but it is possible."
Lily looked thoughtful, "I'm sure the ministry would happily cover any expenses, considering the situation."
Jamie grinned. "No need to bring the ministry into our bedroom, Lils. Come on!"
Jamie pulled her wife up from the couch and led her down the halls of Potter manor, the ancestral home that they'd only just recently moved into after the death of Jamie's parents.
The two walked in silence as Lily let her wife lead her to a section of the house that she was actually quite familiar with, a section that she'd never once seen Jamie step foot in.
"The library?"
Jamie shot her a mock glare. "Need me to show you my NEWT scores again?"
"Sorry, sorry."
Jamie sighed. "Some people just can't accept the fact that I'm a beauty, an athlete and a scholar. Anyways, here."
They'd stopped in front of a table where a book already lay open. Small and thin, it was only a scant few pages tucked inside of a leather binding.
"Every ancient family has some form of ritual they perform in these kinds of situations." Jamie explained. "My parents actually needed one to have me."
Lily looked over the pages, analytical eye scanning over the meticulously detailed instructions.
"Super doable, right?!" Jamie chirped.
Lily's eyes narrowed as she reached the end. "Did you read this part?"
She placed her finger right over the bottom of the page, where there was a nice big warning written in red ink.
Beware: Slight fluctuations in the celestial cycle may cause unforeseen side effects.
"Unforeseen side effects. What? We could end up with a three headed baby?"
"You worry too much, Lilyflower." Jamie grinned before turning the page. On the backside, there was a table with six names. Next to each name was a date of birth, along with a short, descriptive paragraph, detailing what each Potter's birth defect had been.
"Great aunt Bernice was born with an extra toe, this ancient bloke had different colored eyes… this girl was born with 'unnaturally powerful magic'" Jamie gasped dramatically. "Perish the thought, Lils! What will we do if our baby can kick anyone's ass?!"
Lily shook her head fondly. "Alright, alright, I get it," she bit her lip as she looked over the table, "Are you sure this is the extent of it?"
"I'm sure, Lily, I scoured the entire library, and believe me, it was not fun."
Lily finally sighed. "Ok, I guess we can give it a shot."
…
One month later saw both Potter women sitting nervously on their bed, both waiting in silence until the clock on the wall finally struck midnight.
"On three?" Lily asked.
Jamie nodded. "On three. You do me, I do you?"
"Sure."
They had performed the ritual over two weeks ago, and now, it was time to see if that night of hot, steamy, passionate love making in the middle of a pentagram drawn with goat's blood had been worth it.
There was just one slight issue. Nowhere in the book did it say which one of them would be the one getting pregnant. Neither of them had felt any morning sickness or any other symptoms, so really, the only way to tell was through casting a diagnostic charm. Now, precisely fourteen days after they'd performed the ritual…
"Three, two… one!"
Jamie barked in triumph as she got her charm off faster. Lily only rolled her eyes as the magic did its work, a light glow coming over both their bellies.
"I'm so nervous." Lily said. Jamie tried to play it off, but her stomach was doing flips all the same. Had they been successful? And if they had, which one of them was carrying the child?
Lily's stomach turned a light blue and Jamie's eyes lit up with glee. "Lils! You're pregnant!"
She practically tackled her wife as she wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug. She rocked her from side to side, pausing only when she realized just how stiff Lily was.
"Babe, are you ok?" Jamie pulled back and stared into Lily's deathly pale face. "Honey, don't worry, I know this is scary, but we'll get through it together. You'll be the most pampered, well taken care of pregnant witch on planet earth."
Lily continued to stare at her, her face now blank. "Jamie… look down at your stomach."
"Huh? Look down? Why would I?"
Jamie glanced down at her body, wondering what exactly Lily was getting at, when she saw her flat, quidditch toned belly.
A belly with a pink glow over it.
"What… wait… but that means…" she looked up at Lily in pure bewilderment, mouth hanging open.
Lily nodded. "Exactly."
Jamie looked back down at her belly, blinking continuously before finally looking back up. "Well, bollocks."
…
Fourteen years later…
…give or take…
Harry Potter's eyes fluttered open. As his eyesight adjusted to the darkness of his room, the pressure on his bladder registered and his brain fog lifted just enough for things to start making sense.
He needed to take a piss.
He yawned as he got up, his boxers tented as his pee-boner poked out through the slit.
Harry stepped out of his room, shuffling down the hallway like a zombie. He passed by Rose's door, walked into the bathroom and soon sighed in relief as he let the stream go.
He threw his head back as his bladder emptied. There was no relief quite like peeing after holding it in for a long time. He glanced at the bathroom mirror, smiling as he caught sight of himself. At fourteen, he had a very athletic build, honed from years of regular exercise and playing quidditch. His face had just recently shed a lot of its baby fat, revealing angles and shapes that paired very well with his emerald green eyes and messy black hair.
Harry was proud of his looks, and the way the girls at school swooned over him was proof enough that he wasn't just being vain.
He flushed the toilet and then stood in front of the mirror, bringing both arms up to flex.
"When'd you smuggle in those bowtruckles?"
Harry glared as he turned to face the door, where his sister was leaning against the frame, snickering away as if she'd made the world's greatest joke.
"Merlin, Rose, you scared the shit out of me!" Harry hissed. "Why are you out of bed?"
"Oooh, sorry, Percy Weasley, am I out past curfew?" Rose taunted, causing Harry to roll his eyes. "You pee way too loudly, little bro. Can't guys aim it so the pee is silent?"
Harry tapped a knuckle against the bathroom wall, "solid stone. Mum and I have to use blasting curses whenever we want to hang something up."
Instead of continuing the argument, Rose's eyes—a few shades of green darker than his own—slid downward. She smirked as they zeroed in on his crotch, where his cock was still dangling freely through the slit in his boxers.
"Oh look, there's even a baby bowtruckle!"
Harry scoffed, making no move to cover himself up. "That baby bowtruckle had you screaming yourself hoarse a couple hours ago."
Rose licked her lips, shifting her body off from the doorframe. Harry's eyes freely roamed over his sister's young, teenaged body, and Rose made no move to stop him.
Rose was clad in a pair of sinfully tight boy-shorts—adorned with little bats that were flapping their leathery wings—shorts that Harry knew for a fact cuffed her pert ass. She was also wearing a faded silver and green tank-top that spelled out 'SLYTHERIN', though only the top half of each letter was still visible, since she'd torn off the bottom. Rose proudly displayed her perfectly smooth, flat stomach, and her perky breasts—near the biggest of their year—stretched out what little material remained of the shirt. Harry could see the creamy skin of her underboob, and her nipples were practically poking through the cotton.
"Someone's getting happy." Rose licked her lips as Harry's cock began to rise. Harry beckoned her over and Rose sauntered towards him, pulling a strand of her bright auburn hair behind her left ear, an ear that was covered in piercings. Those piercings—along with the black choker she wore around her neck and the streaks of black dyed into her hair—completed the 'punk' look she'd been going for recently.
"Know how you could make me even happier?" Harry teased as Rose dropped to her knees, dainty hands taking a firm grip of his engorged member.
"I think I can take a guess." She shot him a seductive look as she leaned forward, opening her mouth and sticking out her pretty pink tongue. Harry's hips thrust ever so slightly forward as his sister's lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
Harry let out a soft moan as Rose began to suckle on his cockhead. His hand went to caress her beautiful face as he felt her tongue swirl over his piss-slit.
A sour look came over Rose's face. She glared up at him before pulling away from his cock, turning her face sideways and holding her tongue out. "Ewwwwww!"
She got up and ran to the sink, leaving a confused Harry behind. "You still had pee in there, bro!"
Harry chortled as Rose turned on the faucet and scrambled to put toothpaste on her brush.
"I mean, there's always a little bit left. Its only a few drops, you don't have to be such a brat about it." He said, frustrated that a promising blow-job had been cut well short.
Harry couldn't really decipher the stream of curses Rose spat at him while aggressively brushing her teeth, but he more or less got the gist of it. He sighed, tucking his cock back into his boxers and walking past her out of the bathroom.
"Whatrya doin'?" She asked him, partway through rinsing her mouth, a cascade of foamy water falling to the sink.
Harry shrugged. "Feeling a bit peckish, wanna go grab a snack."
Harry made his way towards the stairs. He heard Rose stomping over to catch up to him and turned his head. "Keep it down!" He hissed, shooting a pointed look towards the door at the end of the corridor.
Rose rolled her eyes as she fell into step next to him. "Mum could sleep through an Ireland match."
As true as that was, Harry didn't exactly want to press their luck.
Harry and Rose had always been close. They enjoyed teasing each other, but there was never that 'separation' that tended to occur with opposite sex siblings once they grew older. They were best friends, through and through. Even after they'd been sorted into different houses, they remained attached at the hip.
Harry wasn't sure when exactly things had taken a turn. Was it when they were little and Rose had decided Harry would help her practice kissing? All the times they'd looked at each other naked to 'compare' who was more grown up? Back in first year, when Harry had first fingered her in a broom closet?
All Harry knew was that it felt completely natural. His sister was his, and he'd made sure to let all the boys at Hogwarts know that trying to hit on Rose Potter would earn you a trip to the hospital wing.
They walked down the stairs and Harry made a beeline for the fridge. He opened it up, considering a sandwich before deciding it wasn't worth the effort and nabbing a handful of grapes and some cheese.
He turned away from the fridge to find a pouting Rose, sitting on a kitchen stool, legs spread wide, arms crossed.
"What?" He asked as he chased two grapes with a cube of cheddar.
"You make me drink pee and don't even apologize?"
"It was just two drops!"
"It was nasty!" Rose ran her hand up her thigh, and suddenly grapes and cheese seemed like an extremely inadequate snack. "You better make it up to me, little bro."
"You're a minute older." Harry said as he walked up to her, his food abandoned.
"A minute makes all the difference."
She pulled the crotch of her shorts to the side, just enough to reveal her pussy. No matter how many times he saw it, it always struck Harry what a pretty little thing it was, and it was currently dripping, nice and slick as Rose rubbed a finger over her clit.
"Come on, little bro, make it up to me."
"You're insatiable." Harry said as he dropped to his knees, crawling his way between his sister's legs as she rested her thighs on his shoulders.
He brushed her hand aside, selfishly wanting all her pleasure to spring from him. Her hand shifted to his hair, fingers running through his messy locks as Harry inhaled, basking in her sweet scent.
He gave her inner thigh a single kiss, but he was far too aroused to be patient, and Rose wasn't about to stop him either. He captured one of her outer lips in his mouth, tugging at it lightly as he sucked it into his mouth.
"Fuck! Harry! You're so good!" Rose moaned as a second hand fell on his head, her hips shifting upwards as Harry sucked her labia from bottom to top before letting it go and pushing his tongue into her hot cunt.
"Yessss!" Rose ground herself against Harry's face as his tongue punched into her sweet hole. Harry matched her movement, tongue swirling around inside of her pussy as Rose's thighs squeezed his head.
He tongue-fucked her, lapping up her syrupy-sweet juices before pulling it out and snaking it up to her clit.
The way Rose moaned as he french-kissed her throbbing nub forced Harry to reach up, clamping a hand over her mouth.
Her muffled protest turned back into moans as Harry sucked her clit into his mouth, giving it a gentle pulse with copious amounts of spit, tongue tickling the tender flesh and making Rose's throaty moans vibrate all the way down Harry's arm.
Harry picked up his rhythm as Rose licked the palm of his hand. He let go of her clit, giving it quick vertical licks with just the barest tip of his tongue.
Rose's back arched, hips lifting and pressing her clit harder against his tongue. Harry could feel it, he could feel his sister's orgasm coming and he quickened his pace, wanting to drive her over the edge…
The sound of the doorknob turning was barely audible, but to the twins, it was like a bomb going off.
"Shit!"
They scrambled. Harry cursed the fact that they'd left their wands upstairs, though he was equally thankful that Rose had only pulled her shorts to the side and not taken them off completely.
They hastily got to their feet. Rose's face was beet red, trying desperately to get her breathing under control as she was still reeling from her almost-orgasm. She glanced down at herself and, seeing her diamond-sharp nipples poking through her top, tugged at the material in a desperate bid to hide the evidence.
As the front door swung open, Harry made an awkward two step hop over to the counter where he'd abandoned his snacks, managing to stuff some grapes into his mouth just before their mother stepped in.
"You kids shouldn't be up this late." Jamie Potter said with a tired but mischievous grin. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but he ended up swallowing a whole grape, a grape large enough to block his airway.
"Are you fucking serious?" Rose scoffed as she ran over to him, doubled over and choking as he tried to expel the grape. She hugged him from behind and put pressure on his stomach.
Jamie was rushing over, wand ready and a spell on her lips, but Rose's efforts worked, and a large purple grape went flying out from Harry's open mouth.
"T-Thanks sis." Harry wheezed.
Rose laughed, now more breathless than ever. "See, mum? He can't even keep himself alive without me around."
Jamie snorted, shaking her head wearily as she ruffled her own short mop of raven hair. "Merlin. Bored out of my skull for eight hours at work only to get all this excitement at home."
"What's going on down there?"
The trio looked over to the stairs, where they could hear a pair of soft footsteps coming down.
"Nothing, Lils, just the twins taking after their mother."
"I know which mother you're talking about." Lily said as she emerged from the stairway, arms folded as she wore a loose, flowing nightgown. Her long, red hair was a mess, and yet somehow it made her look all the more beautiful, strands falling haphazardly down her shoulders.
"Well, we're all up and I just kicked off my weekend. Fancy some late night breakfast?" Jamie offered.
"Dear, you must be exhausted." Lily said, looking pointedly at her wife's ruffled up auror robes and just how deep the bags under her eyes were.
Jamie shrugged. "Then I can just sit back while you guys cook up a feast for the lady of the house." She puffed her chest out.
Everyone rolled their eyes. Harry glanced at Rose. "I've got eggs and bacon, you do pancakes."
"I hate doing pancakes! They always come out burnt."
"You just have to look for the air bubbles." Harry insisted.
"Why don't you do it, then?"
"I don't like how you make the eggs."
As their children began to bicker, Lily shook her head. "I'll get some tea ready, then. You plant your butt on that stool and don't move a muscle!"
Jamie grinned. "Can do!"
The moment she sat down, Jamie shifted around, swiping her hand on the stool. "Did you kids spill something on this?"
Harry and Rose paled, exerting every effort to keep their faces straight.
"Oh, yeah, sorry, that was me, spilled some of the orange juice." Harry said, staring directly at the full pitcher of orange juice in the fridge.
"You guys need to clean up after yourselves, you know. You're fourteen." Lily chided as she dug around in the cupboard.
"I'll teach you two some cleaning charms. They're really quite useful." Jamie said, back turned towards them as she waved her wand over the stool.
Without exchanging a single word, Harry passed the pitcher over to Rose, who poured a good amount into the sink while Harry made as much noise as possible grabbing the ingredients.
In the end, their operation was a success, and their parents were none the wiser about what their kids had gotten up to.
…
Harry knew his family was not normal. Not by a long shot.
They were wizards, which by default made them unusual, as became apparent every time they were forced to go on those torturous visits to their aunt Petunia's and her hateful husband.
But even amongst magicals, they were different. They were part of an ancient and noble house, which these days was such a rarity they might as well be put on display in a zoo.
Then there was the fact that they had two mothers. While same sex couples were not demonized, they weren't exactly common. Roll all those things together, and, for their generation, Harry and Rose were two of only three children to have been conceived in the manner that they had.
It was something that had mystified their muggleborn friends. Hermione had wanted to launch an entire research project on the circumstances of their conception. Their mothers had performed a ritual, and, through magical happenstance, gotten each other pregnant.
Harry and Rose had a running joke. Whenever talking about their mums to each other, Harry would refer to Lily as 'your mum' and Rose would do the same about Jamie to Harry.
Lily had given birth to Harry and Jamie to Rose, and yet, each kid had physically taken after their opposite mother.
On top of all this unusualness, you could add Harry and Rose's incestuous relationship.
And that wasn't all.
It was a surprisingly bright and warm summer day, a very unusual occurrence in England. It also happened to fall on Lily and Jamie's day off, and there was no way the family wouldn't take advantage of it.
Harry was doing backstrokes in the pool while Rose was lounging on a chair by the poolside, trying to cram eleven months worth of sunlight into one afternoon. Their mothers were by the grill, where Jamie was doing her usual thing of trying to figure out how the grill worked without Lily's input, which meant she had to ignore Lily as she followed her around trying to explain how the nobs worked, which only irritated Lily more and more.
Harry looked over to his mums. They were both in their mid-thirties, but could easily be mistaken for being in their twenties. In fact, when Harry looked at older pictures of them, it seemed that they'd only grown hotter.
Jamie was an adult tomboy. In her childhood pictures she'd always had smudges on her cheeks and scrapes on her knees, and that had never truly gone away. Her mop of raven black hair was identical to Harry's—Harry's was actually longer, currently. She had a fresh, thin scar running across the bridge of her nose from an encounter with a dark wizard. She always proudly displayed those battle wounds.
She was average height—Harry was already taller—and her body showed proof of years of physical activity. Her breasts were small, just barely jutting out against her red bikini top. Her stomach was as flat as Rose's, with the light outline of a six-pack pushing up against her lower abdomen. Her hips flared outward, leading down to firm, meaty thighs and an ass that was far bubblier than auror robes would make it seem.
Where she had a sprinter's physique, Lily's body was that of a succubus. Her pink two piece bikini struggled to hold in her curves, from her succulent ass to her large, round tits that just barely sagged. Her body was all jiggly flesh, brought together by a thin waist and a soft stomach with just the barest amount of pudge to it.
Yes, Harry's mothers were a pair of goddesses, and being the greedy boy that he was, he found himself craving them just as much as he did his sister.
A splash of water brought him out of his horny thoughts. Rose swam over towards him, getting close and hugging up against his side. They hadn't talked about it, but the two of them were very frustrated over their little fun being interrupted the previous night.
Rose's hand went right over his crotch, palming his erection.
"Who were you perving on, bro? My mum or your mum?"
Harry's breath hitched as Rose giggled into his ear, wrapping her legs around his torso and making him carry her.
"Its both, isn't it? I can't really blame you, bro, they're hot as fuck, aren't they?"
Harry didn't know how to respond. He'd never told Rose about how he'd been lusting after their mothers, and she'd never given him any indication that she was carrying around similar thoughts. Until now.
Rose pushed off of him, splashing him in the face as she swam off.
"Alright, kids, hot dogs are ready!" Shouted Lily from the poolside.
Harry was slow to get out, needing to adjust his trunks to best hide his erection. When he got near the grill—where Rose was already halfway done with her hotdog—he had to suppress a groan.
All three of them were standing there, sexy bodies on full display. Rose was shooting him a knowing smirk in between bites as their mothers were completely oblivious to their son's leering gaze. Jamie made it worse by reaching out and giving Lily's big, juicy ass a firm squeeze.
"Jamie!" Lily smacked her hand away.
"What? The kids aren't babies anymore."
"But I'm sure they don't want to see their parents doing that kind of stuff in front of them. Do you?" Lily turned to her children.
"Ummm." Rose was at a loss for words and Harry had been forced to turn sideways to better hide himself.
"Heh, you kids are so awkward." Jamie said. "Now come over here, Har. This one's nice and charred up."
"Oh! Let's play Marco Polo!" Rose said when everyone was finished eating.
"You just ate, maybe we should wait a little bit before swimming." Lily suggested.
"It was just a couple of hotdogs, Lils. Come on, lets go!" Jamie, ever the competitor, was already running towards the pool, with Rose right behind her.
Lily sighed, looking at her son, who still hadn't finished his hotdog. "I try, Harry, I really do."
"Last one in is it!" Jamie yelled as she and Rose waded around inside the pool. Lily looked at Harry, who was still trying to swallow the last of his hotdog, and gave him an apologetic smile. "I guess that means you're it, honey."
She ran off, leaping that made her breasts and thighs jiggle in a way that made Harry's mouth water.
Harry rolled his eyes as his entire family taunted him from the pool. He took his time finishing his meal, ignoring Jamie and Rose's protests, and then he slowly began walking towards the pool.
"No getting out of the pool." He warned, glaring pointedly at Rose, who stuck her tongue out.
"Yeah, yeah, just get in, loser."
Harry closed his eyes before jumping into the water. He spent a few seconds under the surface before popping right back up.
"MARCO!"
"POLO!"
Harry followed after the voices, though he already knew he was going to follow his tried and true strategy.
Jamie and Rose were fast and slippery. Lily, on the other hand…
It didn't take him long to corner the voice that he knew was his mum's, especially when Jamie and Rose both groaned. "Oh, come off it, Harry! You always do this!"
"Can't take on a real challenge!"
Harry pushed off the pool floor and swam towards his squealing mum. It wasn't long before his hands closed around something soft. He opened his eyes, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Got you!"
His mum was red-faced, and Harry glanced down at where his hand had landed, his eyes going wide.
He had a very firm grip on his mother's left breast.
"Uhh." Harry looked back up at her.
"You can take your hand off now, Harry." Lily said softly.
"Um, right!" Harry said, snapping his hand back as if it'd been burnt.
"Well, come on then, Lils, let's keep playing!" Jamie yelled from the other side of the pool. "And next time, Harry, you have to go after someone else!" Rose added.
The game continued on for several more rounds, and the final round saw Harry catch up to Jamie, and once again, he ended up grabbing somewhere inappropriate.
"Let go of my bum, will ya, Harry." Jamie said as she held her leg up. Harry's hand was latched onto one of her firm, bubbly cheeks.
Harry was supremely embarrassed, but his mums seemed to be shrugging it off.
"I think that's enough pool for today. We have a date coming up." Lily said to Jamie.
"A date?" Rose asked, trying to hide her excitement.
Jamie nodded. "Little date night in Hogsmeade for us. You kids will be fine with some pizza, right?"
Harry and Rose shared a look. "Yeah, that's fine."
Two hours later, a large box of pepperoni pizza lay open on the kitchen counter, half the slices already missing. In the living room, a movie was playing, some sort of action film about terrorist, neither Harry nor Rose were sure of the title.
They were far too focused on other things.
They were kneeling on the sofa, with Rose on all fours as Harry fucked her from behind.
"Fuck! God that cock is so nice!" Rose threw her head back as Harry grabbed onto the back of her choker, using it for leverage as he slammed his hips against her ass.
"Goddamit sis!" Harry hissed as his cock slammed deep into her tight teenage pussy. All the pent up frustration from the previous night was being unleashed, and there was no holding back from either of them.
Rose's cheeks clapped as she threw her ass back, moaning freely and wantonly as her brother fucked her. Her shirt was bunched up over her tits, which were bouncing hypnotically as she squeezed her pussy around Harry's cock.
Harry grunted as he reached out with his free hand and began kneading one of her breasts, squeezing and rolling the nipple in between his fingers.
"Gods, Harry! I bet you'd love to have mum bent over the couch like this, wouldn't you?!"
Harry groaned. Rose hadn't specified which mother, and right now, images of both Lily and Jamie getting reamed by his cock were flashing before him.
"I'm as much of a freak as you, bro. I'd love to eat their tight pussies. I wish I could just spend the night sandwiched between them in bed. God, who do you think moans the loudest? I bet my mum squeals louder than I do."
"Fuck!" Harry let go of her choker to give her ass a powerful smack. Rose put her hand over his own as he squeezed her breast. She leaned back, rising up until her back was flat against his chest and they were practically vertical.
Harry buried himself in her quim as Rose clamped her thighs shut around him. He gasped as he felt her pussy convulse around his shaft, her walls quivering as she came all around her brother's cock.
Harry didn't last much longer, erupting deep inside his sister, pumping her pussy up with fresh seed as she moaned loudly.
He dipped his head and nibbled at her neck as he kept her pinned to his chest, animalistic mating instincts kicking in as he pressed his cock harder against her cervix, wanting to drive his seed as deep as it could go inside of her.
They collapsed onto the sofa, with Harry laying on top of Rose as she turned her face to the side to be able to breathe. They lay there, slowly panting as Harry took her pierced ear into his mouth and lightly suckled on it.
Rose ground her bum against his crotch, keeping his cock nice and hard as his cum churned up inside of her.
"How about it, little bro?"
"How about what?" Harry asked, heart beginning to thump against his chest.
"You know what I fucking mean. We have a month and a half before our birthdays, and I can't think of a better gift for ourselves than seducing our sexy ass mums."
Harry groaned, his cock now fully inflated inside her pussy as Rose began to slowly fuck herself against it. "Rose, you realize what you're asking…"
"So what? I thought you were the Gryffindor here. Scared to take a little risk?"
Harry grunted, giving her a big, strong thrust that buried her against the cushion and made her moan in ecstasy.
"And you're the stuck up little Slytherin princess, aren't you? You and Daphne act like you own the whole school."
Rose moaned as Harry began setting a punishing pace, some of his seed sloshing out of her quim as he rutted into her.
"I - ah! - I didn't get an answer!"
"Fuck!" Harry grabbed the back of Rose's head and mushed her face against the cushion, muffling her moans as he pistoned in and out of her.
"You're such a dirty little bitch! I'm going to make you suck the cum out of their pussies. I'll make you eat their asses out to get them ready for my dick!"
Rose moaned and moaned through the rough fucking, until Harry's movements became discombobulated and he jerked forward one more time, flooding her with a second gallon-full of his his seed.
It took the twins a little while longer this time to regain their bearings, and when they finally came back down to reality, Rose was nuzzled up into Harry's chest. He was stroking the side of her face while the two of them lazily stared at the tv, eyes not really registering the images flashing on the screen.
"Rose."
"Mhhhm?" Rose responded in a meek, subservient tone, the tone she always took when Harry fucked the lining out of her pussy.
"Did you mean that, what you said?"
She nodded slowly against his chest, purring and placing light kisses on his flesh
Harry inhaled. "Alright."
"Alright what?" She asked, that spark quickly returning to her voice.
"Alright, let's do it. Let's seduce our mums."
He felt Rose smiling into his chest. "We're gonna get this done, little bro, together."
"Together." Harry agreed, stroking Rose's back as his sister drifted off to sleep. Their parents wouldn't be back for a few more hours, so Harry would let her rest for now. He himself couldn't really fall asleep though, not with his mind running in all different kinds of directions, the possibilities of what could happen filling him with excitement.
It was going to be a very interesting summer.