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Harry blushed as Dobby left, thankful that Uncle Vernon had divorced Auntie Petunia a year prior, after Hogwarts had started sending the 12-year-old letters. As it was, Petunia still walked up to his room, and smirked down at him. "You know the price you need to pay to keep attending that freak school of yours, right? Come to my room, and be naked like usual. Dunleigh and I have been a tad backed up since you left." Harry nodded, knowing better than to refuse as he wasn't able to leave the house yet. He stripped as Auntie Petunia headed downstairs to her bedroom, and the moment he was naked, he bounded after her. He was petite for his age, but not overly so. His jet-black hair and emerald green eyes were honestly the only distinguishing features that were visible normally. That being said, his ass was like an hourglass, and his cocklet weighed in at an inch long, which was tiny in comparison to Auntie Petunia and Dunleigh. Speaking of, as he headed into Petunia's bedroom, he noted that Dunleigh Dursley, his cousin, was already there. She, too, was naked, though her D-cup breasts were what Harry noticed first. That being said, Harry moaned at the musky scent emanating from Dunleigh's 3-foot-long shaft. Petunia closed the door behind him, before stripping naked to reveal a cock of the same length. The preteen wizard mewled and got on the bed, crawling right to Dunleigh's fat cock.
Harry blushed as Dunleigh picked him up, the 12-year-old futa easily placing her cousin on her lap before lying on her back. Harry was pulled forward, not that it mattered much as her cock was still aligned with the tip of her shaft. With a quick jerk of her hips, Dunleigh slammed into him, while Petunia got on top of Harry from behind. Petunia had to put in a little more effort, but she quickly wedged her shaft alongside her daughter's rod inside Harry's asshole. The moment that the two of them were filling the preteen with their cocks, they started thrusting, making Harry scream into Dunleigh's breasts as she pushed his head between the massive valley of her tracts. The two women fucked into Harry, fully aware that as a wizard, and now that he was 12, it was easier for him to get pregnant. Harry had never had the sex ed class that Lily had taken during her years at Hogwarts, but Petunia had heard all about it from her sister. She smirked as she dragged her shaft along Harry's prostate, his tummy bulging mightily with each thrust. Dunleigh pulled Harry's hair enough that the two were facing each other, and the brat of a girl smirked at the vacant look of pleasure on his face. She pulled him into a deep kiss, her tongue easily toying with Harry's as he suckled on her tongue submissively. The two girls felt him shake from the pleasure, and then they smirked even more as his balls twitched against Dunleigh's abs.
Harry came with a cry, spilling a tiny load onto Dunleigh's six-pack. Dunleigh smiled, watching Harry as his eyes went all nice and blank. She rutted into him hard and fast, feeling his little cervix open up under the two fat rods and their attentions. Dunleigh and Petunia growled as Harry's walls fluttered weakly around their shafts, his orgasm being extended from the sheer pleasure they were forcing on him with every drag of their cocks against his p-spot. As Harry whimpered and mewled sluttily, two sets of testes began twitching. The two women set a brutal pace at this point, ready to cross the finish line as Harry shook under the older of the two. Dunleigh, with a rare moment of foresight, wrapped a hand around his throat while continuing to French kiss him. her tongue now lapping at his throat. Sure enough, he clenched around them just tight enough that their orgasm was like a truck. Harry screamed into Dunleigh's mouth as the two women came into him, filling his womb and tummy to the point of overflow. He groaned as his belly bulged to the point that he was raised in the air a little, the hot creamy cum inhibiting any thought process other than satisfaction.
He purred, and as Petunia pulled away, he hugged Dunleigh, who smiled and pulled him off of her shaft. Petunia grabbed the sated slut, and brought him to the kitchen, where she had placed a metal sentence on the table. She'd heated it up a few minutes prior, and as it was still hot, she wanted to permanently mark Harry, and let him know that he was almost certainly pregnant. So, she held him by the shoulders, and all Harry could do was groan and whimper as he felt her apply the heated words to his bulging tummy. It was but two words, but those two words would forever be etched into his mind every time he looked at his two daughters. INCEST BABY would be his unwanted reflection in the mirror until Hermione adopted him after a Potions accident in Third Year...