[ HPSC Chapter 38 ]
Later on that day, Harry was sitting on the couch reading a book when his sister Bre came in.
"Ow, ow, ow." She was saying limping over and pouting at her brother.
Harry rolled his eyes.
Bre had been recently inspired by her friend Angelina to try running and it looked like she overdid it a bit.
Last year his Uncle Sirius had taught him how to properly give a massage so he knew what she wanted and he rolled his eyes, leaned up, and gestured to the floor in front of him.
Bre grinned and laid down, feet towards him on her stomach. She was wearing her spandex running shorts, he noticed.
Harry rubbed his hands together for a few seconds to warm them.
Bre's spandex running shorts came to just below her buttocks, which were pressing tightly against the sleek blue fabric, threatening escape. Harry began to run his hands from her ankle upwards, kneading and prodding gently on the muscles until he got to her thigh. As he reached the sore muscles just below her apple-like ass, she moaned and raised her butt in the air a foot or so, arching her back in pain.
"Sorry," Harry said, releasing the pressure.
"It's a good pain," Bre said, relaxing a bit.
Harry kept gently pressing and rubbing her thighs, trying to find the spot that elicited the reaction from earlier. Sure enough, his fingers pressed on a familiar spot and her butt came up, her back arching like a cat.
Her ass looked exquisite when she arched like that. It pressed outward and upwards, accentuating the womanly curve as her muscles flexed.
Harry decided to be a bit risky and he ran his hands further up his sister's leg, towards her buttocks. She laid her head to the side and closed her eyes as his hands began to press, poke, and prod the bottom of her buttocks. He slipped his hand under the edge of her spandex and lifted it upwards, pulling it up over her cheek. He warmed his hands again briefly and began to rub gently on her naked rear.
"How's that," Harry asked, pulling Bre's shorts back down.
"Mmmm," she said, sighing. "More, please," she said with a giggle.
"Nope," he said, starting to rise.
Seeing her ass he couldn't resist.
Harry spanked her hard on the non-sore butt cheek, a loud crack issued forth followed by a yelp and an "OW, FUCKER!"
Harry cackled and tried to rise but Bree turned around quickly and leaped at him, bringing him to a crumpled heap at the base of the couch.
"Couldn't move fast enough, huh, you big prick" she said, mirthful anger ringing her face. She began to tickle him, knowing the exact spots that would cause him to burst into a fit of laughter. Harry squirmed and rolled over onto his back.
With a leap, she spun around and locked both legs around either side of his head, her butt sticking in his face and her ankles locked around his head. She continued her assault on his ribs and arms as she flexed her legs around his head and squeezed, muffling his laughter with her butt cheeks.
Harry really was enjoying getting an eyeful of one of the nicest asses he knew of.
He bucked and wiggled, trying to escape and Bres' pussy landed on his nose, and he felt it press slightly into him as her plump ass cheeks landed back on his head and eyes. He couldn't help but inhale as she lay her pussy down on his nose. He continued trying to laugh as she continued to tickle him.
"Say you're sorry,"
"No."
"Say it."
"NO."
Harry would play her game.
"Say it or you'll be sorry."
"Sorry," Harry said, feeling Bre start to rise.
As she rose up, Harry struck, seizing the opportune moment. Bre had just risen to her knees, pulling that wonderful-smelling pussy and luscious ass off his head. He slid his legs out from under her and leapt forward, pushing her to the ground and lying on top of her.
"Ooof," she called, as his weight pressed down.
"Payback," he said, beginning his finger assault on her ribs.
"Oh shit," Bre said, beginning to twist and turn trying to get out of his grasp. He shifted and sat directly onto her thighs, pinning both hands behind her back and tickling her with his free hand. Her feet were kicking him in the back and she was wildly tossing her head and bouncing under him trying to free herself, giggling the entire time. He realized that his dick was pressing into her ass as she wiggled around under him, and to his surprise, he could feel her gently pressing back as she wiggled around on the ground.
She had to know what she was doing. She had to feel him pressing between her butt cheeks.
"Okay, stop Harry, I can't breathe, stop stop stop, you prick," Bre said, giggles bouncing from her lips as she gasped for breath.
Harry rolled off quickly and back up out of her reach. "Truce," he warned.
"Cheater," Bre said.
"It's not cheating if you aren't caught," he said smiling.
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