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“Mum?” two high-pitched voices chorused in perfect unison.
“Hmm? What is it, darling?” Lily Potter looked up from the book she was reading, toward the source of the asking tone in her two children's voices. It was perfectly normal for Harry and Dahlia Potter to ask her for things this way: Merlin knew they did EVERYTHING together, from playtimes, bathtimes, even precocious and sometimes grating requests for a pet puffskein, and so, mentally preparing herself for another one of those times she'd have to politely refuse them again, she gave her two children her attention anyway.
“Gran-uncle Dumbledore was taking about something called the wards were getting weaker...” Harry began.
“...and that Mum would know how to fix it and make them strong again,” Dahlia added.
Goodness me, Lily thought to herself, had it really been that long? Finally, the time that she was dreading the most had come at last...
Lily and her husband James Potter had first moved to Godric's Hollow right when the twins were born. Figured it would be a good hiding place, away from anyone who might know them locally, and keep their family safe from the war raging within the Wizarding World...
Unfortunately, the war found them first. In a skirmish with the enemy, the Death Eaters, James tragically lost his life, and so Lily, not wanting to have any reason to stick around and lead them back, ended up moving to a more...magic-free neighbourhood. The logic was that a place with a lot of people just meant a lot of witnesses in case anything went wrong, and there were actually a good amount of other witches and wizards to keep the muggles, the non-magical folks, in the dark.
Dumbledore, the leader of the war effort, offered to place the strongest wards he knew on the house, but had warned Lily that the wards would only hold for about seven years, until Lily would have to reinforce them herself.
The wards were powered by the love of family: love being the one thing the enemy could never understand, and so it promised to be as secure as it got, for as long as it lasted...that is, until Dumbledore explained further what the MOST effective reinforcement method was.
Oh, how Lily had objected MOST strongly against the idea. Every fibre of her understanding of society screamed that it was wrong, but there was no arguing with Dumbledore, and it wasn't as though she could ward the place herself - she never studied magic that far, and so, most reluctantly, she agreed. Deep down she wasn't entirely sure what she'd do when she got to that point, but agree all the same she did.
That was back when the twins were only a year old, and now, with both of them rapidly approaching their eighth birthday, it was seemingly now, or go without protection from the enemy again.
“I...suppose the time's right,” Lily sighed. She looked her children in the eye: it was important that their every attention was focused on her. “What do you know about this house? About what Granduncle did?”
“He protected this house!” Harry replied happily, “And it keeps us safe from bad people until we're old enough to protect ourselves!”
“That's right,” Lily smiled and nodded. “He did it with the wards. It's a special kind of magic that keeps bad people out, for as long as we love each other as a family.”
“But gran'uncle said they were getting weaker, right? Why doesn't it last forever, then?” asked Dahlia, always the more curious of the two. “We already love each other, even if Harry can be annoying, because he's my brother and you're our mum...” Harry shot an an offended look at her, causing Dahlia to visibly backpedal, “...but we still love each other, right? So why can't the wards last forever?”
“Good question,” Lily reached out to stroke the twins' black hair. “It can last for a very long time, but the wards need to be strengthened to keep them at their best. The wards were able to last for seven years without help, but it's now time to keep the wards strong ourselves. That's what your granduncle said when he first set them up.”
“How?” asked Harry.
“Well, we need to reaffirm...” It then occurred to Lily that was quite a large word for such young children, “...um, remind ourselves, basically, how much we love one another without it needing to be said.”
Harry and Dahlia looked at each other, with matching confused looks on both of their faces. Lily knew to expect this. In their mind, how could it be possible to remind each other that they loved on another without verbal means? Dahlia just demonstrated that she sometimes needed to remind Harry of that, even though they were a boy and a girl, with different interests, and that sometimes annoyed and frustrated each other, but forged a strong bond between them all the same. Without words, what else was left?
“I suppose it would be faster if I just...showed you, I suppose,” Lily said. “Both of you, come with me to my bedroom.” She got up off the leather sofa she had been seated upon, and made her way upstairs. The twins looked up at their mum, before quickly following her: they had never been allowed inside her bedroom before unless it was an emergency, and now here she was, about to allow them inside? Eager to sate their curiosity, the pair of them practically ran up the steps.
Lily had the children sit upon her double-sized bed, the one she once shared with James, but unless one or both of the twins had a nightmare in the middle of the night and needed their mum, she resigned herself to having a spacious, but lonely existence every night. After she had closed the curtains to make sure no-one could look inside, she flicked the switch on the wall on to give the room more light, and turned to face Harry and Dahlia.
“Now then...” Lily found herself struggling to try and ease them into what was about to happen next gently, but she didn't want to be too blunt: it would just make explaining why a bit trickier. “You two are probably too young to remember your dad, but I'd like to do to you two...something your dad and I did to remind ourselves, and each other, that we loved each other very much.”
“But why would you need reminding?” asked Dahlia, starting with the questions again.
“Well, it was made us feel better, really,” Lily replied: that much was VERY true, “and so we did it to each other BECAUSE it felt good to them, and to us. Both giving and receiving love.”
“So...” Harry raised a finger to his chin, trying to work what Lily had said out, “when you did it, it felt good to you and to dad, so even if it didn't need saying, you wanted to do it anyway?”
“Yes, exactly,” Lily happily affirmed. Maybe this didn't need to be as drawn out as she thought it would. “Now, I'm going to have to ask you both to do things that might sound a little strange at first, but trust me, alright? This is all to strengthen the wards, and our bonds as family. Okay?”
Harry and Dahlia nodded. Typically trusting young children, Lily supposed. “Alright, Harry, Dahlia, I need you both to take your clothes off, and leave them at the side of the bed. You're old enough to know how to do it properly yourselves, right?” She then caught the worried looks that had now broken out on the two children. “Don't worry, this was something your dad and I did. I know what I'm doing.”
After a pause, Harry and Dahlia evidently decided to trust their only parent, and so they started to remove their clothes. Taking care to separate them into piles so that they could pick them up later, Lily waited, only needing to remind Harry to take off his glasses before he started to take his jumper off, until finally, both her son and daughter were completely and utterly naked.
Lily took stock of the two. Harry, skinny, almost entirely free of muscle and any hair not to be found on his head, his youth giving him an almost effeminate quality. Dahlia was his opposite and yet equal, completely flat-chested, both so young and baby-like, waiting for something, but seemingly wearing the exact same worried expression on their face-worried for what might happen next.
Suddenly, Lily realised that it would probably make the twins more at ease if she joined in, just so they wouldn't both have to feel awkward together. “Wait one moment, you two, I suppose I should make things easier,” she said, and instantly she began to strip too. She was conscious of Harry and Dahlia both staring at her in fascination, something that would have caused Lily to hex them were it any voyeur beside her children, but she put those thoughts aside as she shed her clothes, until finally her fully developed womanly form was all to see.
Lily couldn't have been more different: all the changes that came with a woman's maturity were on full display: her perky breasts, round and full, her wide hips and shapely bottom, and right further down, a small tuft of hair above her otherwise bare womanhood. It was then that Lily noticed Harry in particular turning to look at Dahlia, then at his mum again, as though trying to figure out the vast difference between her and the undeveloped body of his sister.
It then occurred to Lily that the fact that the children weren't the same gender might make things a bit roundabout. Different bodies, different things to explain. And so, deciding to tackle things one at a time, she turned to Harry.
“Okay, Harry, there's something you need to know first before we start,” Lily knelt down at Harry's legs dangling off the bed. “Do you know...this?” she asked as she laid her finger right on the tip of her son's tiny penis. The touch cause Harry to jump slightly, but he nodded. “My pee-pee?”
“Yes.” Lily supposed that name would do, for now. “Now, you might have noticed, during your bathtimes? Dahlia doesn't have one like you do, and neither do I.” Harry nodded again. “Boys have different bodies than girls, and so I can't show you both how you're meant to remind you of our love the same way. Dahlia, I'll show Harry, and then...I'll show you next. Okay?”
“Okay,” Dahlia said slowly. “But what are you going to do?”
“There's several ways you can show your love while also feeling their love, but for now, let's start slow. Harry, I'll start by letting you see a way for me to show my love, okay? You don't have to do anything, except relax.”
Lily then closed her fingers around the soft, tiny member of her son, feeling the flesh in the palm of her hand, acquainting herself with the feeling, before finally slowly moving her hand up and down. Up and down.
Just like how James liked it.
No, Lily reprimanded herself. This is about them. They need to be the ones to enjoy this. Harry needs to feel good here.
At first, nothing seemed to happen, but after a few moments, Lily noticed her son's breathing becoming a little more hitched, and his penis was now beginning to harden to a more rigid stiffness. She took it as a sign to go a little faster, and so the pace of her pumping increased.
Harry felt something within him, building up. It felt like a tingling, right inside his pee-pee, and his body was being filled with a hotness covering his body all over. It felt nice, really nice, and soon Harry was starting to let out little moans in between barely audible gasps for air. He couldn't help it. “Mum...”
Suddenly the sounds coming from her son seemed to have stoked something within Lily, a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on at first, dismissing the possibility that she could ever feel the way she did at that moment. This was, after all, a lesson. Just a lesson.
Surely she couldn't be...enjoying this? Could she?
Trying to put such thoughts aside, Lily wondered if this new sensation was maybe making Harry uneasy, maybe even a little scared, and she felt compelled to move up to Harry's neck, and gently kiss him as she fondled his tiny flesh. “Do you like this, darling?” Lily asked, quietly. Harry rapidly nodded his head, before letting out a louder moan this time.
“Mum, what's happening to Harry?” Dahlia asked, watching Lily's right hand work Harry's shaft with some good speed with rather intense concentration, as though trying to imprint every moment of her mother's technique on Harry's pee-pee, trying to absorb as much as she could for when it was her turn, if she ever got one.
Lily looked up to Dahlia and decided to put on a brave, yet gentle smile. “He's feeling the love flow through him, darling. That's what made his pee-pee go big, like this. Eventually, it will reach a high point, a GREAT feeling, which will then be absorbed by the wards and power its magic.” Lily then turned to look up at Harry, who seemed well on the way to his 'great feeling'. His face seemed entirely flushed and the emerald-coloured eyes hidden behind his glasses seemed to be struggling to stay open. “That's right, isn't it darling? Does it feel good?”
“Yeah,” Harry gasped out. “Your hand...”
“That's it. Good boy...” said Lily, trying to encourage Harry, letting him know that feeling good, from having his boyhood stroked like that was normal, something he shouldn't be afraid of.
"But..." Lily continued, now starting to slow down her hand pumping Harry's penis,“...that's just one of the ways to be loved. But there's another way, that feels even better...would you like that?”
Harry was now slowly panting, looking down at Lily, and managed to nod weakly at the offer. The tingling feeling, the feeling of love gathering in his pee-pee, had felt so good before, and now his mum had just said that there was something that felt even better? It felt so nice earlier, what she was doing, and he didn't want her to stop...so what was...?
“Keep still, Harry, darling,” Lily smiled gently, realising that she needed to get Harry back up to speed while he was still in the mood. And so, wasting no time, she brought her face towards Harry's still-hard member, and rolled her tongue at the tip of the shaft.
“Ah!” An involuntary sound left Harry's mouth, before Lily lowered herself down a little further, before finally enveloping his package with her whole mouth. Now, Harry slammed his eyes shut and threw his head back, gasping punctuated with the occasional loud moan.
It was so small, Lily realised. She had no trouble at all taking in the whole length of Harry's little boyhood, and that thought evoked some subconscious feeling that she had to be gentle with it. So she went as sensual as she could, barely needing to move her head to bob up and down his little flesh, letting her tongue wrap around, coaxing little high-pitched moans out of him.
"Ohh..."
It felt so warm, so wet inside...Harry felt that tingling, the hotness throughout him once again, but it was now coming on stronger, against the sensation of his mum sucking on him as though kissing his flesh, and he felt like his pee-pee was just going to melt inside her mouth.
Dahlia was viewing the sight before her with fascination. In her seven-year life, it never occurred to her to even put anything where pee comes out off into her mouth: the thought just seemed common sense - gross, weird common sense, yet her mum had just put it inside her mouth with no complaint. Did she know something Dahlia didn't? Dahlia thought to ask, but then it occurred to her that mum probably couldn't talk. So she decided to wait and see and let mum explain afterwards.
And maybe explain how she was getting a very faint tingling in her cooch just watching them...
Meanwhile, Lily had been at it for what she estimated to be thirty seconds, slowly and gently so as not to let Harry's first time end too soon, and was starting to wonder if now would be a good time to stop and move on to the next thing. It was only supposed to be a demonstration, after all, and it paid to try and cover the bases. But just as she started to slow her movements, Lily became aware that Harry was now spreading his legs wider, allowing her deeper access, and he was now rocking his hips instinctively in time with Lily's movements of her tongue, still gasping and moaning, eyes still tightly shut, building up to a release he couldn't have known about until today...
“Oh!...Oh!...”
Harry's cute sounds just struck a chord within Lily, now that the older woman thought about it. Such intense, desperate noises, from a little boy too young, too naive to yet understand what was happening...he sounded almost feminine, the way he let out such soft, ecstatic sounds. To her deep shame, it seemed...erotic, somehow it served to only encourage her on, to continue sucking and licking his little penis, like she was taking his very innocence itself inside her mouth. And the fact that it was her adorable little son, feeling good from his mother's touch...
Something in Lily clicked, wanting to see just how he sounded when he was pushed over the edge of pleasure, and she made up her mind: if Harry wanted it that much, how could she say no? So as Harry had silently begged, she picked up the pace, bobbing her head up and down, pausing sometimes to swirl at the tip while she wrapped her thumb and index finger around his member, pumping diligently, until...
“Oh! OHH!...Mum! I'm...” Harry thought it felt amazing, the way mum sucked at him, as another sensation seemed to be welling up - something about to come out, but he couldn't say what.
Harry finally opened his eyes and threw his gaze down upon his mother's head between his legs, sucking on his length. He wanted to warn his mum that he felt like he was about to burst, from the sheer pleasure building up down there, but he just felt too good, and it was a struggle for him to talk. He watched her eyes meet his, as though they were both asking each other a silent question, mum's with curiosity, Harry's with dreadful urgency, before finally, her eyes relaxed, understanding without speaking, and her mouth seemed to break out into a gentle, loving smile, as though saying to him one thing...
'Go on, then.'
Something was coming...something...no...it felt so good...he couldn't -
"Ah...Ahhhhh...!"
Harry let out a strangled cry as he slammed his eyes shut once again, as fireworks seemed to go off all around his body, flying throughout from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, collecting into the little flesh inside his mum's mouth. He felt himself pulse and throb against her tongue, and there was a great relief rushing through him as he did...he couldn't feel anything come out, not physically, but he felt the wonderful tingling that built up within him escape, through his little penis, through his moans of pleasure...was that what mum meant, to feel good - this feeling of release? He couldn't think anymore...
At the same time, Lily felt Harry's cute little member twitch inside her mouth, seemingly trying to release something but lacking the means to do so, and it was then, as Harry gasped out, in sync with every throb, that Lily realised that she'd done it.
Her son's first orgasm, dry as the Floo fireplace, but no less satisfying to the receiver.
Suddenly a blue aura flared up for a second, before briefly leaving Harry's body and shooting straight up to the bedroom ceiling before fading into the canvas of white paint, as Harry's magic found its way to the wards, to keep it intact for a little while longer.
Lily looked up at her son, studying his face...he looked so cute, with his flushed cheeks, the way he let out such high-pitched whimpers as his boy penis throbbed inside her mouth, knowing it was because he was lost in the purest pleasure...finally, he let out a softer sigh of relief, and she raised her head off Harry's slowly softening shaft, before turning to Dahlia, who was wide-eyed and seemingly unblinking. “Mum...what was that? The blue light?”
“That was Harry's magic, Dahlia,” Lily explained, trying to remember how Dumbledore had put it and trying to simplify it for her children's sake. “When he feels really good because of the love he's receiving, the best he can feel, it releases some of his magic to power the wards, as you saw.”
“So...” Dahlia crawled over to get a better look at Harry, who had now collapsed on the bed and was trying to catch his own breath, “That's how you give love to someo-a boy? By stroking and sucking his pee-pee?”
“One of the ways, yes,” Lily nodded, helping Harry up so that he could listen to the lecture as well.
“What do you do to a girl then, to give love to them?” Dahlia looked down rather uncertainly at her own crotch.
“Be patient, darling,” Lily chided. “I was getting to that...”