Investigation of Passion ch.8

Harry slowly took off his shirt, watching Hermione do the same with hers. He felt awkward, at least until Hermione's shirt slipped off her chest, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

Harry stared, partly hypnotized. This was his first proper look at Hermione’s breasts, apart from the glimpse he caught the previous day through her sheer bra. They were on the verge of being large, with prominent, firm nipples and a youthful perkiness. It was summer, and Hermione's tan lines were evident, making her breasts appear lighter than the rest of her sun-kissed body.

She blushed, clearly feeling a bit uneasy with the attention Harry was giving her body, but she couldn’t help it. Fleur would have found it odd if they didn’t keep up the boyfriend-girlfriend act. Harry cleared his throat and looked at Fleur’s face on Hermione’s phone, trying to act like it was normal for his childhood friend to be standing naked in front of him.

"Oh yes," Fleur said. "This is going to be so much fun. Your pants too. I want to see you both as you came into this world."

Harry glanced at Hermione and shrugged. He took off his sneakers, then removed his jeans and boxers. His cock was already hard, and he felt a slight role reversal as Hermione's eyes focused on him. What was she thinking? Was his cock big? Or small? He had no idea and could only guess from Hermione's expression, the way her lips were slightly pursed and her eyes opened a bit wider than usual.

She also took off her jeans and panties, revealing a small, neatly trimmed patch of brown pubic hair. She stood with her legs close together, as if hoping she could hide part of her secret from Harry's eyes for a bit longer.

"Alright, alright," said Fleur. "Act like I’m not here. Give each other a few kisses."

"Okay," Hermione said. She smiled awkwardly at Harry, who moved closer to her. His cock pressed against her stomach as he pulled her in, and Hermione let out a small squeak.

"Oops," Harry said.

"I was just surprised," Hermione said. "Maybe if we angle it a bit..."

She took his cock in her hands, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through him. She adjusted the angle so it pointed upwards, then moved closer, allowing her naked body to press it against his stomach.

"There," she whispered.

"Thanks," Harry said.

"No problem," Hermione replied.

They stared at each other. Harry could see how much Hermione was blushing, and it was hard for him not to catch her embarrassment. Both were 18-year-old high school graduates. He felt like they shouldn’t be acting like awkward, nervous teenagers when it came to kissing and sex.

The thought felt forbidden. Was that where this was heading? Was he about to have sex with Hermione? Was he going to lose his virginity with the last person he expected?

"Well?" Fleur asked. "I’m waiting..."

Harry looked down at Hermione. He leaned in, letting his lips find hers. Hermione let out a quiet, almost inaudible sigh as they started kissing. Her body was so warm and soft. She shifted slightly, pressing against his hard cock. Harry placed one hand on her waist, kissing her again as his hips pushed into her on their own accord.

It felt good. It felt really good, and suddenly it didn’t matter that someone was watching. Harry put his hand on Hermione’s breasts. She gasped, blinking at him. Harry smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. Her lips clung to his, and he cupped her breast and nipple in his hand.

Hermione began to sway, her tight stomach sliding along the length of his cock as if she was trying to lift herself high enough for something else to touch it. Harry squeezed her ass and wondered if he was strong enough to lift her into the air. He could try. The bed was nearby if it didn’t work out as planned.

"We didn’t bring a condom," Hermione whispered as Harry started kissing her neck.

"We’ll be careful," he said. He would say anything to keep going. He was so aroused it was becoming painful.

He kissed Hermione again, feeling her breath quicken as his lips left hers. She ran her hand through his hair and lifted one leg.

"Mmm," Fleur moaned through the phone’s speaker. "You two are so hot. I don’t even need to say anything. Just do what your bodies want."

"Harry," Hermione sounded worried. "Maybe...if you can pull out?"

Harry was about to say "yes" when a sound from downstairs caught his attention. It was clear and easy to recognize. The front door of the house had just opened.

He straightened up, grabbing Hermione by the shoulders. She heard it too, judging by the panicked look on her face.

"Fuck," Harry muttered. He glanced around the room, his eyes landing on a small closet in the corner. Hermione had already grabbed her phone and disconnected from Fleur. Their clothes were scattered on the floor. They didn’t have time to get dressed.

Harry hurriedly swept all the clothes under the bed, then darted across the room with Hermione. The closet was built into the edge of the house, where the ceiling sloped down, forcing him to crouch and turn his face to the door as he slipped inside.

There wasn’t much space inside. Hermione had to press against him as she squeezed in to join him, and the door pressed them even closer as it closed. Neither of them spoke, both listening to the sounds downstairs, hoping they weren’t loud enough to give away their position.

Harry's cock was still hard, and he tried to focus on his breathing to relax a bit. The way the ceiling was slanted forced him into a slightly lower position than Hermione, whose ass was pushed against his groin, leaving his shaft nestled between her legs.

He could literally feel what that meant. Hermione must have been really aroused before they hid in the closet, because her folds were hot, wet, and incredibly tempting. He tried not to think about it, instead attempting to shift into a better position. He only managed to rub against her with his cock, sending pleading signals through his body as if he deserved a reward.

"It’s spacious," said a voice Harry recognized all too well. "Lots of room in the kitchen. And you’ll never have to worry about running out of space if you have company."

Bellatrix, his real estate agent, was in the middle of showing the house to a prospective buyer. Harry could curse his luck. They had come here to check out a recording, and now they had something to hide.

"Harry," Hermione hissed. "This isn’t a good position for us. I can’t squat like this forever!"

"Squatting...?" Harry found it hard to think, fear and arousal clouding his mind. "Then try dropping down."

"If I do, something bad will happen..." She dropped a centimeter or two, demonstrating what she meant. Harry felt the tip of his cock slide into her. They both gasped with pleasure. Hermione rose back up, ending the illicit contact.

"I can move it," Harry muttered. He tried reaching down, but found there wasn’t enough room.

"Stop moving," Hermione hissed.

Bellatrix was walking down the hallway with her potential buyers, judging by the sound of footsteps. Harry tried to calm himself as he heard the door to the room they were in open.

"This is the master bedroom," Bellatrix said. "As you can see, there’s plenty of space. This bed is king-sized, but if you want, you can place it against the wall or in the corner next to the closet."

Hermione tried to move away from the door as Bellatrix uttered the last word, naming their hideout. This movement caused Harry to thrust deeper into her, making a slight creaking sound. He wrapped an arm around her, worried about what might happen if she moved again. Half of his cock was buried in her tight hole, and Harry felt so good he could barely breathe.

"I like it," said a man's voice. "Yeah, we'd probably put the bed near the closet. That way, it would face the window."

Hermione let out a small whimper. Harry raised his hand, caressing her breast. They were going to get caught. He was sure of it. A sinister voice at the back of his mind suggested that since they were going to be caught anyway, why not have some fun in the meantime?

At least he was going to find out if Hermione could take all of his cock. She slowly lowered herself. Harry pushed forward, moving a bit too quickly, fucking her with a controlled thrust. The door creaked, and the room fell silent.

"I don't know," said a woman's voice. "It seems almost too big."

Harry withdrew and then pushed forward again. Hermione trembled with either pleasure or excitement. He pinched one of her nipples, and she let out a small, nearly inaudible squeak.

"Let's go back to that room at the end," Bellatrix suggested. "Maybe it'll help you see it with fresh eyes?"

Harry listened to the footsteps fade down the hallway and felt his inhibitions drop. He started pumping into Hermione, using the limited space they had. The door creaked. He didn't care.

"Oh God," Hermione whispered. "Harry... Your cock." He thrust again, and Hermione let out a moan.

"Harry!" Hermione hissed. "If you don't stop, you'll cum inside me."

This seemed like such a distant concern compared to the threat of being caught and the desperate pleading of Hermione's pussy. Was she on the pill? If so, she hadn't mentioned it. It wasn't the kind of thing that came up in casual conversation.

"We're stuck like this, Hermione," Harry said.

"Maybe if I... just pull forward?"

Hermione tried to slide off Harry's cock. She only managed to make the closet door bang noisily against the frame. She slid back, her pussy enveloping the entire length of Harry's shaft, sighing with pleasure.

"It's just a small accident," Harry said. "Let's not worry about it."

"A small accident?" Hermione whispered. "You're fucking me, Harry!"

He let one of his hands squeeze her breast again, pushing forward.

"Just... endure it," he said. "They'll leave soon."

Endure it. More like enjoy it, Harry thought. He slowly thrust into Hermione, pressing her naked body against his. It felt too good, and the pleasure was heightened by the knowledge that his stepmother was in the same house, completely unaware of their presence and what they were doing.

He tried to keep his thoughts from drifting to his mom as he continued to rhythmically pump into Hermione, feeling her breath quicken as he sped up. Bellatrix was leading her clients back to the master bedroom, and he heard their approaching footsteps. Harry kissed Hermione's neck. She turned her head so her lips met his. Harry pressed her against the door and thrust a few times, making almost enough noise to betray them.

"Did you hear that?" asked the man. "It's just the wind," Bellatrix said. "This house has character."

Harry could no longer hold back. He thrust into Hermione faster and faster. She held her breath, her body tensing in anticipation of what was to come.

"It certainly has character," said the man. "By the way, how big is this closet? I wanted to check it earlier."

Harry froze. He was right there, on the edge. He heard the man's approaching footsteps and felt his cock pulsing eagerly inside Hermione.

"Sweetie, there's a breakfast nook down here!" a woman's voice called from downstairs. "Is there?"

Harry started thrusting again as he heard the footsteps leaving the room. He couldn't help himself. He felt Hermione squeezing his hand, warning him to pull out before he went too far. Instead, Harry sped up. He felt Hermione arch slightly as he shot his load, ejaculating deep into her pussy and trembling as pleasure hit him like a speeding train.

The front door closed, and complete silence fell over the house. Harry was sweaty and breathing heavily. Hermione said nothing. They waited a few minutes before opening the closet door and tumbling out into the empty master bedroom.