Sweet Sensations

Although the intensity of these incestous tickling sessions increased whilst Harry was away at Hogwarts, they didn't end completely when he was at home. Locked in his cupboard, Harry began to notice Dudley's laughter a lot more than usual. All he really knew from his cousin was impatient and spoilt demands for more food, presents as such. But Harry was no idiot and it was clear something else was going on, though his juvenile mind couldn't make too much sense of it. Harry does remember one evening, when the Dursleys left his door unlocked. He noticed the incessant laughter and poked his head out, peering into the living room. That was the first time he had seen Dudley nude, but he was so repulsed by it, he looked away before he could really take in the scene. If Harry could have bared to look for a few moments, he'd have seen him stood nude before his mother who was tickling him all over, his small cock erect and leaking.

Harry didn't want to see any more of that but it was hard to avoid. Especially the last evening before he left for his second year. Dudley was walking up the stairs, and judging by the dust and pounding that began to envelop his ears, Vernon was not far behind. There was some sort of commotion half way up, then that familiar burst of giggling and baby-talk by Vernon. If Harry could see through walls he'd have been treated to an incredible sight. Vernon had pounced on Dudley and began tickling him, slowly working his son out of his clothes. After a few minutes of tickling and play-fighting, Dudley sat nude on the step and Vernon was kissing the boy's chubby body, his sausage like fingers roaming all over his body. Harry put his pillow over his ears and missed the sound of Dudley's girlish moans as his miniature dick was rubbed to completion by his Dad, who was licking around his nipples in circles.

So Harry remained ignorant for a long while, not knowing the taboo behaviour that went on around him. He managed to figure out that tickling was a big part of the day for the family, and when he told Ron and Hermione about it, they didn't find anything too unusual about it, until he dropped in the fact that Dudley was often nude. The Golden Trio were too young to know about the implications of nudity for any reason other than comedy, and even Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, struggled to explain it. That was, of course, until she did her research. She needed no excuse to go to the library, but this was a curious case and she hurried there. Buried deep within the shelves were rumoured to be books on sexual intercourse and she struggled to find them for days, until she finally discovered them and read all sorts. She was too embarrassed to explain most of it to her friends, but she had discovered fetishes and learnt that tickling was one of them.

Of course, the three of them were disgusted at the idea that the endless tickling was part of a sexual fetish. Harry refused to discuss it any further, out of embarrassment more than anything, but the concept was in his mind, and when he returned for Christmas he decided to do some more digging. As a surprise, his uncle and aunt had moved Harry into Dudley's second bedroom, perhaps of fear that Harry's new magical abilities could be used against them in retaliation for his imprisonment under the stairs. Harry was thrilled to have his very own bedroom, and now it made spying much easier as he was deeper into the house. Harry, though young, was no stranger to his own body and had explored it innocently whilst bathing. He was now able to touch himself in the privacy of his own room, though whenever he found a moment to do it, Dudley's laughter would spoil it for him.

Worse than the giggling were the sounds late at night. He knew it was Vernon and Petunia fucking, and sometimes he'd learn to masturbate to those sounds, as much as he disliked them. He found it thrilling to touch himself and was beginning to understand Dudley's obsession with being nude. Harry would admire his nude form in the mirror, measure his erections, squeeze his balls, and find himself satisfied by these actions. Perhaps, as grotesque as it was, his cousin was being satisfied in these ways by his own parents, with a tickling fetish included. Harry would tickle his own bare soles and brush things across his feet and armpits. Whilst it did tickle the nerves, there was certainly an enjoyable element to it. Harry's first orgasm came when he was sat on the floor, back against his bed, knees bent with his feet below his tiny cock. As he rubbed his cock with one hand, he played with his soles with the other, tickling himself faster and faster as he wanked before finally cumming onto his own feet, moaning as quietly as possible.

As the boring, slow Christmas days went on, Harry would poke his head out of his bedroom door to better hear the sounds of the family tickling sessions. In one day, the brown haired boy had managed to cum a total of four times whilst listening to his family engage in their bizarre, incestuous fetishes. Dudley would giggle, Vernon would roar, and Petunia would use very descriptive language. Harry never got to see it with his own eyes, despite his attempts to sneak around. He could never quite find the courage to risk himself too much, so retreated back to his room whenever he thought he might get caught. Eventually he returned to Hogwarts, not without incident of course, but the Trio found time to discuss Harry's discoveries. Whilst he left out the masturbation parts, he confirmed that there was sickly behaviour within his family, based around tickling. Hermione decided she no longer wanted to discuss it, and the boys agreed.

However, that first night back in Gryffindor tower, Harry and Ron discussed masturbation. Ron proudly announced he had been doing it all of first year and suspected Hermione did the same. Harry had to shyly admit he was completely unaware of it and had only just begun. He then confessed, going back to the tickling, that he understood why anyone would have a fetish. Ron laughed at him until Harry made the boldest request of his young life. He asked Ron to tickle his feet whilst he had a wank, just in an attempt to understand why parents would want to do something like that with their own son. Somewhat reluctantly, Ron agreed. It would take place in the boys bathrooms closest to Gryffindor tower, a bathroom rarely used. The boys entered one of the stalls and locked the door behind them. They were silent, nervous and embarrassed.

Harry put the toilet seat down, lowered his trousers as Ron looked away, and kicked his shoes off, then peeled his socks off. The boys didn't look at each other whilst Ron knelt to the ground and placed Harry's small bare feet on his lap and began toying with his small dick. Ron then placed his hands on Harry's feet and Harry let out a slight moan. He was turned on immensely by that alone, but when Ron began to rake his fingers across the skin and toy with each toe, Harry's eyes were rolling back with pleasure. “Is it... is it good?” Ron asked quietly as he worked on each foot. “Y-Yeah, Ron... do it on the bottom, please...” Harry whispered as chills ran up his spine. Ron trailed his fingers to Harry's soles and kept them there. “Here?” Ron asked, finally managing to look up at his friend, his face red and breathing concentrated. “Yeah... there... move them around there...” Harry requested sheepishly as his rock solid cock was ready to blow.

Ron tickled Harry's soles slowly and the sensations were overwhelming. Harry was just about to control his reaction to the tickling, managing not to fidget too much as his orgasm built up. “Is... is your d-dick gonna...” Ron muttered, somewhat ashamed, but also curious. Harry increased the speed of his wanking head and nodded fast. Ron then increased the wiggling of his fingers, quite eager to put this to an end now, and that seemingly was what Harry needed to get himself over the edge and, despite the embarrassment and awkwardness, cum not only from someone else tickling him, but cum in front of his friend. Harry couldn't keep a moan in as a blob of cum shot from his dick and ran down his hand. His body was buckling more now and his eyes forced shut from pleasure. A small amount more of cum followed as Ron's slowing tickles rode the orgasm out from him, Ron subtly watching his friend's dick cumming. There was silence in the coming moments as Harry recovered from his most powerful orgasm yet, then the silence was eventually broken with laughter. The boys couldn't help laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Tickling must be really good then... suppose it's my turn now...” Ron said, taking Harry by surprise. Silence again, and then laughter.