Harriet Hotter and the Sorcerer's Bone Ch.2
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(Ff, humil, etc.)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by
sexually explicit and situations. This chapter is
dedicated to honorary Frogwart Witches Academy graduate
Erika for the editing.
(c) 2001 Couture
Harriet's itching had almost disappeared after her
rendezvous in the bathroom. However, as soon as she went
to her next class and her juices had started to dry, the
itching returned with a vengeance. Due to the sticky
remains of her secretions and the friction, the itching
powder was driving her mad. She endured the torture as
long as she was able, but at last she could stand it no
more. She excused herself from class and went to the
principal's office. There, she explained that she was
having stomach problems, although she was sure from the way
the principal had looked knowingly at her while her legs
squirmed, that the woman assumed she was having problems of
a different sort.
The good news was that finally Chloe was called to the
office and Harriet was going to get to go home where she
could get some privacy and relief from the maddening itch.
Chloe had acted all concerned and nice in front of the
principle, which pissed Harriet off to no end. However, as
soon as they were safely in the car, Chloe reverted back to
her usual hateful self.
"What's the matter you little pervert? They didn't allow
you to in class?" Chloe laughed.
Though she was just joking, her mean comments hit too close
to home for Harriet. The poor hadn't been able to
sooth the itching at all for the stares and comments of her
classmate's.
Harriet started crying in shame as she remembered the
accusations and what had happened in the restroom.
"Let me see what it looks like Hari. You are probably just
trying to play hooky." Chloe said.
Hari reluctantly pulled her dress up and slid her
to the side. Chloe was taken aback when she saw the
irritated condition of Harriet's pussy. The itching
powder package *had* warned against putting the powder on
genital areas, but where the hell else was Chloe going to
put it? It was a simple fact: Itching powder went down
your pants. What Chloe needed to do was to find a way to
dispose of the evidence, because as soon as her got
home, she was sure Harriet was going to the doctor.
"It looks like you've been masturbating too much is all.
Got your self all damp down there. What you need to do is
take your off and let that nasty thing air out."
Harriet was surprised by her cousin's concern. Maybe Chloe
wasn't all bad after all. Harriet took off her and
Chloe snatched them out of her grasp. Soon, the evidence
of the practical joke was laying on the side of the road as
the were discarded out the window of the car.
Meanwhile, Harriet struggled against the wind, as it
attempted to raise her skirt and expose her sex.
"Let it go, so the wind can dry it, dummy," Chloe
admonished.
Harriet let go of her skirt and noticed that Chloe was
right. It did appear that the wind relieved her condition,
but it still itched rather badly. Just not the insane
itching she experienced earlier. Unknowingly, her finger
had began to tease her slit, while she sat with her hand
over her lap. Chloe was beginning to grow aroused herself,
as she watched with great interest, while Harriet continued
masturbating with greater and greater obviousness.
"Stop it you little freak! Wait till I tell mom!" Chloe
warned.
Harriet snatched her hand off her sex and pulled her skirt
back down. "Please don't tell. Please," she begged.
"Maybe I won't, but first, put your hands behind your back,
since you obviously can't control yourself, pervert."
Harriet sat with her hands behind her back, in utter
humiliation the rest of the way home, her skirt blowing in
the wind and her sex visible to anyone who passed their
car. "Please God, don't let anyone see me. Please God,
don't let anyone see me," she whispered over and over
again. She knew she shouldn't be feeling aroused from
being displayed this way and wondered what was wrong with
her.
Once they were home, Chloe knew from the look of Harriet's
irritated pussy, the would be going to the doctor when
her got back. The had already been discarded,
now all that remained was a quick bath to clean up the rest
of the evidence.
"Come on Hari, let's get you a bath before gets home,
because you *smell*!" Chloe laughed and jabbed Harriet in
the ribs, before hauling the thin to the bathroom and
drawing the bath. Harriet felt her cousin tugging her
shirt up over her head, soon it was off and Chloe reached
around for the clasp to Harriet's bra.
"Stop - wait Chlo, I can do it myself," Harriet protested
and struggled against the larger girl.
Chloe made an obvious show of wrinkling her nose in
distaste. "Ewww, your breath smells like fish. What did
you have for lunch today?"
'Oh God,' thought Harriet, as she remembered licking her
pungent juices off of Jenny's fingers. She immediately
stopped protesting and allowed Chloe to remove her bra so
that her cousin wouldn't deduce the source of the odor.
Soon, her erect nipples were displayed to the hungry gaze
of the cousin. "Aw, look at the teenie breasts. They are
so precious."
The moment Harriet placed her hands over her breasts; Chloe
jerked the small girl's skirt down to her feet. "Yuck,
there's that smell again," she chided, making an obvious
show of tracing it back to its very wet and aroused source
. . . Harriet's pussy. "Disgusting."
Harriet wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment. She
moved one of her hands from her to cover her sex,
but Chloe slapped it away. "No Hari, no touching it.
You'll only make the rash worse." Then she pushed the
reluctant into the bath and forced her to sit down.
Harriet watched her cousin with growing trepidation as the
larger took off her shoes and socks, followed by her
mini-skirt. 'She can't possible expect to get in the bath
with me!' wondered Hari. Much to Harriet's relief, Chloe
didn't get into the tub with Harriet. Instead, she sat on
the edge of the bathtub, with Harriet between her spread
legs.
Chloe squirted some bath gel on her left hand and moved it
toward Harriet's crotch, causing the embarrassed to
squeeze her legs tightly together. "I-I-I can do it m-
myself," stuttered Harriet.
"No, I know what you want to do, you little masturbator!"
jibed Chloe. Instead of trying to batter her way past the
tightly clenched knees, she lathered and massaged Harriet's
stomach and thighs, until the small began to relax her
guard.
"Come on Hari, you know this has to be done," soothed
Chloe.
Harriet reluctantly spread her legs and allowed her cousin
to bathe her. She hated being in the position and
anticipated some sort of cruel trick. However, soon the
teasing fingers drove these doubts from her mind.
"There, that's not so bad, is it?" cooed Chloe.
"No," whispered Harriet, as she suppressed a moan.
Soon, Harriet's legs were spread wide, as Chloe openly
fondled her cousin. "Wait, right here and I'll be right
back with something for the itching." Chloe got up and
pulled the drain to the bathtub. She wrapped a towel
around her middle, and turned to leave, but hesitated at
the door before looking back suspiciously at Harriet. She
reached underneath the towel and pulled off her and
held them stretched in her hands between her index fingers
and thumbs. "Here Hari, hold these -- just like this," she
demanded.
Harriet obeyed, unthinkingly, wondering what her cousin was
up to. "Those wet fingerprints better only be in those two
spots when I get back," she warned. "Otherwise, I'll know
you were playing with yourself." Then she turned and
walked away smiling, leaving Harriet, naked, cold, and
alone in the bathroom staring at the panties.
Harriet was sitting as modestly as possible, while
obediently holding the as she had been ordered,
when Chloe returned carrying a small bowl. She was also
blushing profusely, because she had smelled the scent of
her cousin's while she was gone and she hoped Chloe
wouldn't somehow notice.
Once again, Chloe sat down on the edge of the tub again
straddling her cousin. When Harriet looked up, she was
struck dumb, by the fact that she could see Chloe's naked
sex where the towel had fallen away. She was so caught up
in the sight of her cousin's downy fur that she was
completely unaware of Chloe dumping the contents of the
bowl out on her sex until it was too late.
"Ohhhh..." Harriet moaned at the warm sensation. "What are
you doooing?" she groaned out loud, as the Chloe began to
massage the mixture into her sex.
"This will help sooth your rash," stated Chloe as she
continued her ministrations. Her fingers made squishing
sounds in the oatmeal, while they danced along Harriet's
sex. "How does that feel Hari?"
Harriet struggled to keep her eyes off her cousin's
as she looked up. "Yes," she breathed. "It - it feels
good."
"Were you staring at my Harriet?"
"No," Harriet blushed, looking away, but not before her
gaze lingered on the fur of Chloe's crotch.
"Yes you were, you little liar! Look at the way you are
blushing."
"I'm not lying," Harriet snapped. "Why would I want to
look at your ugly anyway!" Harriet instantly
regretted her choice of words as soon as they slipped out
of her mouth.
Chloe's gaze hardened to cold steel and she withdrew her
hand from Harriet's sex. Then she wiped the oatmeal off on
Harriet's face, causing Harriet to turn her head away from
her cousin.
"Look at me Hari!" Chloe demanded.
Harriet opened her eyes and looked up, only to be blinded
by a bright flash. 'Oh no, a camera!' thought the
horrified girl.
"You're the one with the ugly pussy. Look how gross it
looks covered in oatmeal. I wonder what the at
school will think you were doing or how you got oatmeal on
your mouth as well. Hee-hee, maybe I'll tell them that's
how you eat your breakfast!" Chloe laughed at Harriet's
distress.
Harriet moved to get up out of the tub with tears in her
eyes, but Chloe put a hand on her head and forced her back
down. "I'm warning you Harriet, if you try to get this
camera, I'm gonna make copies and post them all over the
school."
Harriet slumped down in the tub and sobbed.
"There, that's better," Chloe said, patting Harriet on the
head. "Now, I remember you saying something about my
pussy. What was that you said, Hari?"
With her head hanging down in defeat, Harriet muttered,
"It's pretty. You is pretty."
Chloe slid to the bottom end of the tub, leaning against
the wall with her legs spread. "You're not even looking at
it now. Look at it and tell me again."
Harriet turned and looked at her cousin's sex. From the
light triangle of hairs to her smooth pink skin,
Harriet had to admit that it was pretty. 'Why does she
have to be so much prettier than me?' Harriet wondered.
"It's beautiful Chloe," she said blushing.
Harriet couldn't believe how uninhibited her cousin was,
she actually reached her right hand down and spread her
nether lips between her index and middle finger. "Is it
the prettiest you've ever seen?" Chloe asked,
practically preening.
"Y-yes, it's the prettiest p-pussy I've ever seen."
Harriet wondered silently why it was making her so flushed
to look at her hateful cousin in this manner.
"Is it better than Jenny's?" Chloe asked, suddenly serious.
'Oh God, how much does she know,' wondered Harriet in
horror. She knew she had to play along at least long
enough to find out what Jenny had told her. The situation
suddenly went from bad to worse for Harriet. "Y-yes . . .
It's better than J-jenny's."
"Jenny said you touched hers. Touch mine and see if it
feels nicer."
Harriet turned around and knelt in the tub in front of her
cousin. Having no other choice, she traced a finger along
the petals of her cousins pink flower. She glanced up only
to see her cousin's gaze bearing down on her. Harriet's
eyes lowered and stared at the sex spread in front
of her eyes.
"Well?" Chloe asked.
"I-it feels n-nicer, Chloe," Harriet muttered, withdrawing
her hand.
Chloe grabbed Harriet's hand and brought it back up to her
sex. "Like Jenny. Do it like you did for Jenny," Chloe
demanded.
'Oh God, she wants me to toss her off!' thought Harriet,
horrified at the prospect. However, she didn't see a way
out of her dilemma; Chloe not only had pictures, but had
found out what she had done in the bathroom as well. Her
fingers slowly began to trace the familiar contours of her
cousin's sex.
Poor Harriet couldn't think of a more debasing position she
could be in. There she was, naked and kneeling between
Chloe's spread legs, bringing her to orgasm with her
fingers. At first, Harriet tried to do it as fast as
possible to minimize her humiliation. However, Chloe
wasn't pleased with this and began to direct her actions.
"Slow down Hari, we've got all the time in the world. Work
your finger in my pussy. Mmmmm, that feels good. Now
stroke it up and down between my lips. Oh yeah, now move
it in circles around my clit. Fuck Hari! I see why you
play with yourself all the time now - you are so fucking
good at it. Uh-uh-oh" Chloe's face scrunched up in
pleasure and her hips began to pump in time with Harriet's
fingers. "Oh fuck! Here it comes! Faster! Faster!
Faster! Ahhhhhh . . ." she moaned, as she climaxed on
Harriet's skillful fingers.
Harriet was just glad it was finished. She moved to get
up, but Chloe had other plans.
"No, not yet Hari - you said my looks better and
feels better, but how does it smell?"
Harriet inhaled the aroma of Chloe's sex. It was musky and
not distasteful. Harriet secretly wished it wasn't. It was
only fair for her cruel cousin to have a that stunk,
but it wasn't the case. "It smells nice," she replied,
keeping her eyes downcast.
"Does it smell better than Jenny's?"
Harriet's blush spread down to her smallish breast, as she
wondered just how much Chloe knew about what had happened
with Jenny in the bathroom. "Y-yes, it smells n-nicer than
Jenny's." Harriet didn't know which smelled the best,
but she did know what Chloe wanted to hear.
"Does it smell better than chocolate chip cookies?"
"Y-yes," she replied. Harriet couldn't believe her
cousin's nerve. Nor could she believe that being treated
in this manner was turning her on.
"Does it *taste* better?" Chloe said, licking her lips.
"No, n-not that," Harriet said, shaking her head rapidly,
as she backed away from Chloe. There was no way the
girl could rationalize that. First of all, this was her
cousin. Secondly, it wasn't as if it was just a kiss on
her or bottom. There really wasn't much difference
between the skin on someone's cheek, than on their ass or
their breast. However, after her orgasm Chloe's sex was
swollen and covered in her sexual honey.
Chloe advanced on her cousin who was huddled on the other
side of the tub. "What? Is my not good enough for
you?"
"N-No," Harriet stuttered. "It's not that, it's just-"
"It's just *nothing*," Chloe interrupted. "Jenny said you
tasted hers and you tasted yours. Now, I want to know
whose is the best and I want to know *right now*!" Chloe
grabbed Harriet painfully by the nose. "Okay?"
Harriet couldn't even shake her head because Chloe was
still pinching her nose. "Okay . . . I'll do it," she
said, in a very nasal tone.
She brought her hand up that she had pleasured her cousin
with earlier and tasted the remnants of the dried nectar.
It tasted much like the flavors she had tasted earlier, no
better or worse. However, she knew Chloe didn't want to
hear that. "It tastes delicious -- even better than
Jenny's."
"No Hari, I don't care how your finger tastes. I want to
know if my tastes better." Chloe stood above Harriet
and spread her labia between her fingers.
Harriet knelt at her feet, staring fearfully at her pussy.
"Come on Hari, stop being stupid and taste it and you
better not try doing anything nasty," Chloe warned.
'Well, at least she doesn't think I'm doing anything
sexual,' Harriet thought, slightly relieved. Seeing no way
out of her situation except by giving in and doing as Chloe
asked, Harriet stuck out her tongue and touched the most
convenient part of Chloe's intimate anatomy . . . her clit.
"Ugh!" Chloe spat, grabbing a bar of soap. "I warned you
not to try anything. Why I ought to wash your mouth out
with soap for sneaking a lick on my clit!" Then, her gaze
softened as she changed her mind. "But, that would
probably mess up your taste buds and you wouldn't be able
to tell me who tasted the best. Taste it right this time,"
she demanded menacingly.
Harriet moved her head towards Chloe's sex once again. She
looked at it, but was scared of messing up again and
getting punished. "I'm sorry Chloe, but I don't know what
you want me to do," she whined.
"Well, why didn't you ask the first time, silly. Stick
your tongue out all the way. Yes, like that, but cup it
into a little bowl. Now, put it at the bottom of my
opening. Ahhh . . ."
Harriet couldn't believe what she was doing. She couldn't
make an excuse for it; she had touched her tongue on a
pussy. 'Does this make me a lesbian?' she wondered.
"Yes, Hari, that's good, but don't just use the tip, use
your whole tongue. Mmmmm, just pretend you are eating ice-
cream and lick it all the way to the top now." Chloe
couldn't believe it, but she had gotten Harriet to lick her
pussy. Not only that, but Harriet had also masturbated in
public and fingered two girls. The best part of it was -
she was responsible for it all.
Now, Chloe had always enjoyed getting her own way - who
doesn't? But, she had discovered something else. She got
off on the power and control she exerted over her cousin.
She never felt as alive as she felt at this moment. She
determined then and there that she wasn't going to let that
feeling go, whatever the cost.
"How does my taste, Hari?"
"It tastes nice," muttered Harriet.
"Just nice? Jenny said you loved hers."
"I love yours too, Chloe."
Chloe put her hand underneath Harriet's chin and tilted her
head up, so that she could look in her eyes. "Who has the
prettiest, best smelling, softest, and best tasting
ever, Hari?"
"Y-you do Chloe. Y-your p-pussy is the best," Harriet
said, blushing profusely. She hated being humiliated by
her cousin like this, but she would do it all again if she
could satisfy the burning frustration boiling in her sex.
Chloe practically beamed with pride. If there was one
thing Chloe liked besides getting her way and that was when
people told her she what she already knew so well; that she
was better than everyone else.
"I thought so. Turn around so we can get you cleaned up.
Mom will be here shortly and then you are going to the
doctor, so they can see what's wrong with your pussy."
Harriet turned around obediently and allowed Chloe rinse
the oatmeal off her sex, dying for an orgasm that never
came. She felt as if her life had changed this afternoon
and she wondered with dread and increasing secret
anticipation what events lay in store for her in the Hotter
household after today.
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