And more.

“Oh my God, that is such a great idea,“ said Ginny, “I’d get burnt to a crisp in another 10 minutes. Hermione, you brought some?”

“Of course,” she said, tossing a tube to Ginny. “I brought two.”

Harry watched as two sets of adolescent tits wobbled slightly as Hermione lobbed the sunscreen two feet, and Ginny dropped it. Harry wanted to keep looking but also didn’t want to look like a perv. She turned onto her stomach. ‘“Hermione, would you mind putting some on my back?”

“My pleasure.” Soon, Sarry felt two small hands, wet with glop, spread themselves alongside her spine. Fingers traced her ribs, creeping down to the sides of her breasts and back to her spine. She stopped and lay back down. “Sarah, I don’t know why you hesitated to pop off your top. You have a perfect body.”

“Ohmygod, Hermione,” Harry said, turning her head so she could spy on their upturned bodies, “both of you are adorable. I have these skinny boy hips and freaky big woman tits. It’s a weird combo, you know. I hear boys like meatier butts, and I kinda feel that no one needs tits bigger than a man’s hands.”

“Or a woman’s hands, depending on your viewpoint,” Hermiome responded.

Hermione continued, “and men are pigs, generally. Since they’re always **** to put their little thing where it doesn’t belong, I don’t think they should get a vote. But Sarah, you deserve an honest appraisal. Sit up.” Harry did so. “Let me take a look.” Hermione got down to breast level and did a careful inspection. She again made contact with Sarry’s left breast, this time palming and hefting it. “You’re a beauty, Sarah Tucker. I do hereby pronounce you eminently fuckable.”

The girls laughed. Harry thought back a few weeks to the only time that those tits had been touched by a boy. They’d barely gotten any attention whatsoever, but that had mostly been because Dudley had been paralyzed, and Harry was too busy fucking Dudley’s ass and mouth to accept much attention.

Harry sat up. The feeling of Hermione’s hands was addicting.

“Girls,” Harry said, “uhm, I am sweating like a pig. Any problem with me taking off my pants?”

Hermione smiled. “In for a penny, in for a pound? I’ll join—I would have pulled off my knickers straightaway but didn’t want to knock you off your game.”