Harry's Harem

It had been a difficult couple of years for Matt and Jennifer Benedict and their two kids Charlotte and Harry. Until about 5 months ago, as a family, they had been looking after Jennifer's father as he slowly and painfully had died from cancer. His passing had been a relief, but then came the shock at the reading of the will as they found out they had been left in excess of £150,000 from the lonely old man.

This unexpected windfall allowed Matt and Jennifer to pay off their mortgage and still leave a considerable fund. After a family discussion, it was decided that they should use some of the money for a 'holiday of a lifetime'. But where to go?

Charlotte, at 20, was the older of the two siblings and suggested that the family go on a tour of Europe, her idea being that it would help her with her Languages degree at university. Harry, the little brother at 18, but 4 inches taller than his sister, had other ideas. He had just left school and after summer was going to start an Asian History degree at SOAS in London and felt that a trip to India would help him with his impending studies. He also added that Charlotte had been allowed to tour around Europe for 6 weeks before she started Uni, so had already benefitted from this, and so he felt should he.

Eventually, they agreed that India would be the holiday destination, but being such a vast country it would not be possible for them to tour the whole country so after consulting with a few tour companies the family restricted the trip to Rajasthan in the northwest of the country. At Jennifer's insistence, the trip would also take in Agra so she could visit the Taj Mahal, that iconic symbol of love.

So spread over 3 weeks the family would fly into Delhi, then immediately head to Agra, followed by travel through Rajasthan visiting Jaipur, Jaisalmer, Jodhpur, and Udaipur, and all places in between, before returning to Delhi for the last 4 days to relax then flying home.

The holiday was amazing, even Charlotte thought so, as they visited one amazing city palace after another, their minds blown away by the detail of the carving and artwork that was centuries old. Harry, being a history geek, was in his element pouring over the guidebooks and other history books he had brought along with him, absorbing the life and culture of the old Mogul and Hindu dynasties.

As they had toured around a couple of other things had also caught Harry's attention. Wherever they went Harry had been blown away by the beauty of the young Indian women, and the cultural dichotomy which required them to have their shoulders and legs covered but allowed their tight, toned belly's to be bared, their breasts encased in tight sari tops, and the rest, Harry's imagination was more than willing to paint in.

In addition, Harry had also noticed his sister, lounging around the pool in some very skimpy bikini's, having been away from home at university, Harry had forgotten just how his big sister had developed before she went away.

Unknown to Harry, his sister had also been surprised at just how her little brother had filled out in the past year as well. Harry may have been a geek, and the last person who was likely to try out for the rugby team, but it didn't stop him putting in several hours at the pool and pounding round the roads of their neighbourhood. Charlotte had to admit that her little brother did look quite hot.

All too soon, the holiday was coming to an end and the family found itself at Udaipur airport to get their flight back to Delhi. The airport was like the rest of India, hectic, and Harry expected to see a cow wandering through the departure lounge as he poured over his guidebooks working out where he thought they should visit in Delhi. Top of the list was the Red Fort, but Harry was sure that the rest of his family would protest, even if just lightly, at the idea of having to visit yet another fort.

Visiting all these palaces and forts Harry had become more and more intrigued about the Zenanas, or women's quarters, where the Maharaja's many wives and mistresses lived, often protected by their guard of eunuchs. The Red Fort would be no exception, and high on Harry list was a visit to both the Mumtaz Mahal and Rang Mahal.

Before long, they were called through for their flight and they slowly made their way aboard the Air India Airbus A320 that would take them the short hop back to Delhi. The flight was going to be packed but at least the whole family was going to be on one row, although split by the aisle.

Charlotte had drawn the 'short straw' and was going to sit on the opposite side, but Harry nearly asked to change when he saw the two cute Indian girls who would be sitting with Charlotte. Harry couldn't be sure, but they looked like they could be twins. Charlotte had barely got seated before the two girls started speaking to her -- but to Charlotte's, and Harry's, surprise in a broad Birmingham accent.

Pia and Pooja were indeed twins, and the younger daughters of David Jamieson and his Indian wife Maya, who along with their eldest daughter, Shilpa, were in the row behind. They had been over on a family holiday as well, and visiting relatives of Maya's while there, and were now also heading back to Delhi for a few days of relaxation before heading back to the UK.

Before the flight was even in the air, the three girls were chatting away as if they were long lost friends and it didn't take long for them to work out that both families were going to be staying in the same hotel, The Taj Mahal Hotel, in Delhi.

With this information Charlotte, much to Harry's embarrassment, began to make the introductions so that by the time that the cabin staff had been down the aisle with drinks both families had been introduced and were getting on famously. All except Harry who was desperately trying not to have to bumble out a conversation with any of the young females and so buried his nose in his books, trying to look like a geek.

It wasn't really working, and it wasn't too difficult for Harry to notice the stares, never mild glances, he was getting from the three girls and the comments about 'hunks' and 'hot bods' amongst them, even though it appeared to bring guffaws from his sister. Although really embarrassed, Harry did find himself stealing glances at the very firm tight bodies of the three sisters who were clothed in the now all too familiar saris, revealing enough flesh and moulding to the rest so that it didn't take much imagination on Harry's part to realise that these girls also had 'hot bods'.

Soon it was all over and as the plane touched down in Delhi. Harry felt relief that he would soon be able to shut himself away from the teasing and organise their trip to the Red Fort for the following day. But that was a forlorn hope. Arriving at the hotel and checking in within minutes of each other, the parents took it upon themselves to suggest that they all eat together at dinner to discuss their respective trips.

So, it was that ninety minutes later after freshening up the two families regrouped in The Varq Restaurant. With the parents sitting together, it left the five 'youngsters' to take up the other end of the table and Harry found himself cornered between Shilpa and Pooja. As the families chatted and became acquainted with each other Harry felt like a fish out of water, floundering between the four (including his sister) beautiful young women surrounding him. The young women tried to entice Harry into their conversations but any attempt to answer left Harry in a tongue-tied mess.

He was saved, to some extent when David and Maya found out about Harry's plans to study Asian History and began to quiz him on what he had learned during his trip in India. At this Harry became much more eloquent and effusive explaining his plans for visiting the Red Fort over the last couple of days of their holiday, although failing to mention just which parts of the Royal palace held his interest the most.

As Harry continued to talk to the parents rather than the girls around him, both Shilpa and Pooja, without prearrangement, decided to get to know Harry a bit better and both began to stroke Harry's legs, moving steadily from knee level further up his thigh. This two-pronged attack left Harry rather flustered as he tried to continue his conversations without giving away the predicament he was in.

However, all too quickly Harry began to feel his arousal taking shape in an all too obvious way and trying to appear as nonchalant as possible made his excuses and beat a hasty retreat to his room. Once inside his room it took only minutes for Harry to shed his shorts and be pumping his spunk all over his hands as he masturbated to a mind-blowing orgasm.

The following day found Harry and his family climbing into the back of a taxi to take them to the Red Fort. On arrival and on entering the fort they split up into their normal routine where Harry hired out an audio-guide and went off and did his own thing while the rest of the family hired an English-speaking guide to show them around the normal touristy parts of the palace complex.

So it was that about twenty minutes later Harry was winding his way through a series of dimly lit corridors within the Zenana. Struggling to carry his water bottle and audio-guide in one hand, his guidebook in his other, whilst also admiring the carvings and intricate inlays of precious stones within the cool and white marble walls, Harry failed to see a small step set in the doorway he was passing through.

The trip was inevitable and with no means to save himself from his less than graceful crash to the floor, he struck his head on the hard marble wall of the corridor on the way down.

A blinding white flash went off as unconsciousness overcame him, and pain and fireworks exploded within his head.

What seemed like only seconds later Harry was roused from his slumber by an unfamiliar voice and language, but to Harry's surprise, a language he understood.

"आलसी बेवफ़ा तुम!" (You lazy infidel!)

"आप यहाँ क्या कर रहे हैं?" (What are you doing in here?)

Harry felt his arms being grasped as he was effortlessly lifted to an upright position, but one in which his toes barely touched the floor. Slowly opening his eyes, a short, weaselly-like man stood before him dressed in a seriously official-like uniform.

Gingerly, Harry turned his head from side to side, as further multi-coloured explosions burst in his skull, to see that he was being suspended two inches off the floor as if a feather, by two of the most fearsomely well-built men Harry had ever seen.

"मुझे जवाब दो! क्या आप महारानी के मंडलों में कर रहे हैं?" (Answer me! What are you doing in the Maharani's Chambers?)

Again, Harry understood perfectly what the man was asking him, and what came as a bigger surprise was that Harry was able to answer.

"मैं हैरी, महारानी का नया तौलिया लड़का हूँ। मैं फिसल गया और गिर गया जब मैं उसे करने के लिए टॉवेल ले रहा था।" (I am Harry, the Maharani's new towel boy. I was taking towels to her when I tripped and fell.)

The man looked at Harry very suspiciously then turned on his heels and headed off down the corridor in the direction that Harry had been travelling. Harry was carried by the two men as they followed the little weasel.

Looking around himself, Harry noticed that the corridor was now lit with oil lamps and the paintings on the walls and stonework looked so much fresher than before, which he couldn't quite understand. As they walked along the corridor Harry began to see a shimmering light on the marble walls. Where was it coming from? Harry began to think it was the result of his bang on the head when suddenly they turned a corner and there in front of them was a dazzling courtyard bathed in sunlight.

Harry gasped at the opulence and splendour before him. The shimmering light he had seen was caused by the brilliant sunlight reflected off the surface of a pool that must have measured 15 metres by 15 metres, and whose surface rippled gently in the warm breeze. Around the pool was lush verdant foliage, again gently swaying, and on the opposite side of the pool was a small pagoda, hanging with sheer diaphanous silk drapes. Through the drapes figures could be seen moving about accompanied by delicate female talking and laughter.

"Your Highness" called out the weasel.

A brief silence was followed by a very audible groan and the drapes at the front of the pagoda were drawn apart. As the interior became visible to those on the opposite side of the pool Harry let out a gasp.

Reclining on a low chaise longue was the Maharani. But what made Harry gasp was that she was white-skinned, and she looked just like his sister! Just as disturbing to Harry was that the two maidservants who had drawn back the drapes looked just like Pia and Pooja, and the third maid servant, who was presenting a dish of figs to the Maharani looked just like Shilpa.

Harry shook his head, then wished he hadn't as more fireworks went off. Was he dreaming? What was going on?

"What do you want?" replied an obviously bored and exasperated Maharani.

"Your Highness, I found this boy in the corridors of your chambers. He claims to be your new towel boy!" stated the weasel very emphatically.

A very frustrated Maharani turned to Shilpa and asked, "Does the boy work for me?"

The maidservant looked over at Harry and he felt as if her eyes were stripping him naked as they roamed up and down his body.

"Yes! Of course he does!" replied the maidservant.

The weasel spluttered, now at a complete loss.

"But he is not a eunuch! Your Highness."

"Are you questioning me or my staff?" hissed the Maharani.

The weasel physically shrank before Harry's eyes, and he could see a smirk come over the Maharani's face as she looked directly into Harry's eyes. Involuntarily, he swallowed.

"Leave us!" spat the Maharani, and the weasel slowly backed away then turned and quickly disappeared along the corridor from whence they had arrived.

Giggles broke out amongst the women on the opposite side of the pool and Harry almost thought he could sense the two guards shaking with mirth as well, although their faces remained stoney.

"Well, my dear, who is this?" enquired the Maharani of her maid servant, as she sat up on the chaise longue.

"I have no idea, but he's lucky to be alive!" replied Shilpa.

"Do you think he is a eunuch?" the Maharani again enquired.

"Oh! I hope not!" breathed Shilpa, "he is far too cute."

Harry could feel himself blushing and he also cast a quick glance to his nether regions to see if there was anything to indicate that he, heaven forbid, might be a eunuch, but his baggy pants gave no hint.

Harry's attention returned to the women as the Maharani continued her questioning.

"How are we going to find out?" she purred, casting a mischievous glance at Shilpa who grinned back.

"Well, we could use the same method we employed with the last one." Shilpa responded.

"I was hoping you might say that!" replied the Maharani.

While this little discussion was on-going, the two other maidservants had tied back the drapes and moved to take position close to the Maharani.

The Maharani raised her hands towards the twins, and they moved forward to take them as she slowly arose to a standing position. Slowly moving forward, they glided towards the edge of the pool, then began to step down into the water with Shilpa following on behind.

This was the first time that Harry really noticed what the women were wearing. All wore similar shimmering white sheer diaphanous gowns that flowed over their bodies cascading down to their ankles, maintaining their modesty but only just.

As they continued to step down into the pool, the water continued to move up their legs causing the thin filmy material to stick gloriously to their forms as it became wet. Slowly, they continued to approach Harry across the pool, the water getting deeper, creeping up their thighs, up their abdomen and over their breasts. At this point, they appeared to have reached the maximum depth of the pool, as they continued to make their way slowly through the water.

At some unseen sign, the eunuchs unceremoniously dropped Harry on to his knees where they stood about a metre from the edge of the pool.

Harry suddenly gasped again as the women began to rise from the water having reached the steps on Harry's side of the pool. As the bodies rose from the water, Harry couldn't fail to see that their gowns had become virtually transparent when wet, and they clung to the women's bodies, moulded closely to every contour, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Harry was now staring at the proud breasts, with very erect nipples, of his sister and the twins as they continued to rise towards him. At present Shilpa's charms were hidden from view as she followed the three other women. The water continued to descend and soon was low enough that Harry could cast his eyes south to see the wet material moulded to the girl's pussies. Harry had to make a double take as it was obvious that the three girls were all missing any pubic hair in that region.

When the water reached mid-thigh, the women stopped rising and completed their walk to the side of the pool where the side of the pool was only a couple of inches higher than the water.

As the Maharani, or Charlotte, Harry's sister, stood there, he could do nothing but stare at her body, bringing an excited twinkle to her eyes. As she stood there still holding the hands of the twins, Shilpa approached close behind her and reaching round her body began to undo a series of small bows that unfastened the sodden material. With the bows undone Shilpa then began to peel the sodden garment from Charlotte's body.

Harry could hear a groan and initially did not realise that it was coming from his own lips. His sister's body was amazing, and any thought that he should be repulsed by the idea of seeing his sister naked had vanished.

With Charlotte now naked, she turned to face Shilpa before moving back slightly to rest her buttocks on the edge of the pool. With a little assistance from the twins, she sat on the edge of the pool right in front of Harry then did a neat 90-degree rotation and lay back on the edge of the pool right in front of him like an offering. Harry just stared and licked his lips.

Movement in the pool caused Harry to glance up to see the three sisters also removing their transparent gowns to reveal the first naked Asian bodies that Harry had ever seen. They were all beautiful, chocolate brown with firm breasts, slim taught stomachs, and slim hips. Harry was uncontrollably licking his lips and swallowing as he began salivating.

"Shall we see if he is a Eunuch then?" queried Charlotte.

"It would be a pleasure" purred Shilpa, as she moved to the edge of the pool and climbed out, immediately, kneeling between Charlotte's legs and spreading them wide. Harry could see his sister's pussy lips open apart as her legs were splayed, but that sight was rapidly lost from view as Shilpa's head dived down to begin to devour her Mistresses pussy.

With her tongue as low as it could go, well down onto Charlotte's perineum, Shilpa slid her tongue in one long movement right up over Charlotte's cunt, splitting her labia and delving into her pussy before finishing up on her clitoris. Charlotte groaned and bucked and as Harry tore his eyes away from where Shilpa was continuing with her full-frontal assault, to look at his sister, he found her staring intently and lovingly into his face.

Harry was astounded; his sister was watching his reaction to her being eaten out. More jolts of pleasure were administered from Shilpa's tongue that flashed across Charlotte's face and this time it was Harry who was fascinated to watch as his sister was pleasured.

Suddenly, Shilpa began to issue little yelps of pleasure, and as Harry tore his eyes away from his sister's face he discovered that Pooja had also climbed from the pool and was kneeling behind her sister. Harry could see that she had slipped her left hand under Shilpa's body and was squeezing her breast and pulling her nipple.