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Petunia was thrilled when she saw a baby on the doorstep and ignored the letter to pick him up. Vernon picked the fallen letter up and read it.
"It says your sister died and the house will be protected as long as the baby stays here, but it is magical," he said with a frown. "We should leave it with its own kind."
"No, I want to keep him," Petunia said as she clutched the baby to her chest. "I can raise him in honor of my sister."
Vernon watched his wife take in the baby on the doorstep and shook his head with a sigh. "Are you sure, Pet?" he asked. This was the most animated he had seen her since the miscarriage of their son half a year ago, however the thought of having a freak in the house made his skin crawl. "You are talking about their kind."
Petunia faced the boy and brought him close so they were almost nose to nose. "Look at his eyes, Vernon," she dreamily sighed. "He would have been the perfect little daughter like Lily was." She paused then smiled. "I think I want a little girl. We can call her Heldi."
Vernon couldn't help but feel smug at the thought of making James Potter's son answer to a girl's name. The awful 'prank' played on him at the wedding still gave him nightmares, so he imagined the man would roll over in his grave. Still, the paperwork also in the basket were all for a little boy, and he didn't want the neighbors to talk. "Only in secret, Pet," he decided. "The name and everything on the papers are all for a boy, so he can only be a daughter in the house and in secret. You can teach her house work and shop for her dresses in secret."
"I can keep her, then?" Petunia asked with hope in her tone.
"I don't see why not," Vernon said as he bent over to scoop up the basket that had held the baby and the rest of the paperwork. "Lord knows we have the money, especially with the monthly allowance that the boy-er girl comes with. You can teach her how to be a little girl, but make sure she knows how to pretend to be a boy for outings, love."
"Thank you, Vernon," Petunia said as tears sprang to her eyes. "I'll be the best mother!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Years passed and Heldi/Harry started to fuss about wearing girl's clothing and having long hair in his first grade. Vernon bribed the boy with a trip to the zoo where he could act like a boy, and it settled the boy down for a month before he started arguing about dresses again. It distressed Petunia greatly, so Vernon found himself having to take Harry out on more outings, and to treat it like father/son trips to get Harry to accept being Petunia's little girl.
By the time third grade came around, the trips were not enough. He started bribing Harry with larger 'boy toys' like bicycles and an Atari, and he even signed Harry up for little league baseball as a proper 'boy's' sport. Those things kept Harry docile, but Vernon could see just Harry was about ready for another argument when he graduated from primary. He was almost grateful for the Hogwarts letter - almost - since it gave Harry something else to be upset about when they tried to keep it away from the boy.
Sadly, fleeing even to a remote island didn't keep the wizards from tracking them down, and Petunia was inconsolable until Harry returned to be Heldi for the Christmas holidays. They say that distance makes the heart grow fond, and that was when Vernon realized that Heldi was quite a beautiful little girl.
When Heldi/Harry left to finish the year, Vernon couldn't get the pretty young girl out of his mind. Pet had dressed her up in knee-high velvet dresses with petticoats and white stockings, though Vernon had had to get her a little corn snake she could talk to to get her to go along with it. Thankfully the blasted owl had eaten it a few days before she had to go... And seeing those large, green eyes filled with tears had gone straight to his cock.
Perhaps that was why he came up with an idea in March. The first obstacle in the way would be Petunia, though. She no doubt didn't want to allow Heldi out of the house when the summer rolled around.
"Pet, Harry is getting a bit rebellious about dressing up," he said one night after eating dinner, and she froze in the process of cleaning up the table. "However, I had an idea to teach her her place. However, it will require me taking her out for a couple weeks when she returns."
"What idea?" Petunia delicately asked. "I don't want to lose my baby girl. I'm already losing her to that school!"
"That is one of the things I'm thinking about," he replied as he quickly thought about it. "Surely those wizards have a home schooling system. We could hire a tutor for her and just keep her here permanently. However, the technique I would need to use is unsavory, so I'd rather not say."
"Will you hurt my baby girl?" Petunia asked with a frown. "I don't want her hurt, Vernon."
Vernon pretended to sigh with defeat. "It has to do with drugs and brainwashing, pet," he said in a sad tone. "I read some stuff that the American CIA has done and think I can also do it. It won't hurt her, but it could take about a month to get her to accept her new identity. I would need to continually reinforce it as well, so I'd need to take her out one day a week."
"Drugs?!" she shrieked in shock as she dropped the plate in her hands, however it was a short drop to the table so only the silverware went flying onto the floor. "Vernon, those are illegal!"
"Shhh, Pet," he coaxed as he gestured with his hands like he would to calm down a wild animal. "It's the only way we can keep her! And we might even be able to get one of their kind to help us, too."
"She's too famous," Petunia quickly said. "You heard what she said about how they treat her!"
"That's why we need to get her away from them," he solemnly replied. "Before she gets any funny ideas. The American CIA make sleeper agents using a mix of drugs and hypnotism, and I was thinking I could do the same thing. You can permanently have your little girl, pet."
"She won't be hurt?"
"She won't."
"Then... okay. But please don't give me any details, Vernon. I don't want to think about it."
"Of course, darling," Vernon agreed. "I'll take care of everything."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vernon managed to obtain more than some drugs through his work connections. His boss agreed to rent him his country cabin on a lake for the entire summer as long as he worked from there - not that Vernon needed that much time, but better too much than not enough - and he also found a wizard named Ambrose Maxwell that was willing to do business with him. He didn't know hypnotism, however there was a potion that could plant a suggestion. It was a highly toxic potion so could only be used once per month, and it cost him a thousand pounds a potion, and he was able to afford two.
He also got a few dozen lust potions. Enough to give every day for a month and a dozen extra besides.
After that, he told Petunia to buy Harry a whole new wardrobe of girl's clothing, but to keep it hidden until after the trip. He went out and bought what he wanted Harry to wear including a tiny string bikini set in the same green as Harry's eyes. He bought several types of lube, and he bought a few sex toys as well.
Then he went out and purchased some camping supplies, and he deliberately cut some slashes into a few seams to make the tent useless before he folded it back up and put it in the box just as it had originally come.
When Harry got back from Hogwarts, Vernon was there to pick him up. Harry immediately said he wasn't wearing girl's clothing any more. "I'm too old for it, Uncle Vernon," he complained. "And what if someone in the wizarding world found out? I can't do it anymore!"
"I understand where you are coming from, Harry," he sympathized. "Look, I actually made plans for us to go camping for a couple weeks as soon as you got home. Why don't we go out camping together, talk about it more then, and you let me break the news to Petunia when we get home. You are right, you are growing up and need to be a proper boy now."
"Thanks Uncle Vernon," Harry sighed out in relief. "I don't want to dress up anymore."
They dropped the trunk off at the house and Harry took the owl along. Vernon thought it would be a good idea to let it free out in the country so he didn't say anything. They got to the property he had rented, however he turned off before they reached the cabin to go to a spot his boss said was a good fishing location.
"This is a small campsite on my boss' property," he explained to Harry as they drove down the bumpy path towards the lake. "There is good fishing there, so I thought I'd teach it to you. Oh, there is ibuprofen in the dashboard. I need you to take the medicine just in case there is something funny in the water."
"Okay, Uncle Vernon."
Harry opened the glove compartment to pull out the vial of LSD pills Vernon had put into a normal ibuprofen bottle, and Vernon watched Harry take one from the corner of his eye. A few minutes after Harry drank the pill, they got to the small pier and Vernon parked the car.
"Help me set up the tent first," he said. "Best to do that while there is still light out. We got here a bit later than I expected because of the traffic, so we won't be able to fish today."
The two of them pulled out the tent and started setting it up, then Harry pointed out the slits and Vernon pretended to curse out of frustration. "Let's go to the cabin," he said as he began to bundle up the tent. "Boss gave me the keys in case there was an emergency. I'll give him a call and see if we can use the cabin for a couple days."
He shoved the tent into the trunk, and they got into the car. "I'm feeling dizzy, Uncle Vernon," Harry suddenly said. "I think there is something wrong."
"It's the altitude," Vernon replied. "Just relax. We will be at the cabin soon. There is something called altitude sickness, so don't be surprised if you feel hot or think you see something strange. Maybe we should go home."
"No," Harry denied. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Vernon asked, wanting to cement to Harry that staying was his choice. "You just got back so I don't want to exhaust you. We could try again in a few days - it would just cut into our camping time a bit."
"No, I'll be fine Uncle Vernon," Harry said.
"Alright, why don't you tell me about Hogwarts?" he asked. "Ever find out who jinxed your broom for that flying game?"
"Quidditch," Harry said, then briefly gave Vernon a look like he wasn't sure if he wanted to share a secret or not. "Yeah, we found out. See, there was a stone at the school that a teacher was trying to steal and..."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When they got to the cabin, Vernon had to hold Harry's hand to get him inside since he was hallucinating. He had the dufflebag with potions on him, and he sat Harry down on a brown recliner in the sitting room and unzipped it. "Here, drink this water, it should help you," he said as he handed Harry a suggestion potion. "I'll make that call after you do."
The living room was large. There was a sofa-bed couch with two matching recliners, a wood coffee table, and an entertainment system with a TV, VCR, and several video tapes. There was also a Nintendo console with two rolled up controllers and a small selection of games, and some recorded cassette tapes though he wasn't sure where the music player was.
"That's a potion," Harry said as he accepted it with a wrinkled nose. "Where did you get a potion, Uncle Vernon?"
"That's a glass of water, silly," Vernon teased. "You're hallucinating it just like you hallucinated that purple cow in the driveway you tried to pet."
"Oh," Harry replied. He tilted the bottle up to his lips and drank it, then shuddered before his eyes glazed over and the bottle fell into his lap.
"You've always loved being Heldi," Vernon immediately said. "You want to be a good little girl for your aunt and uncle even if it is in secret."
"I always loved being Heldi and I want to be a good girl," Harry dazedly repeated back, then he blinked a couple times and scrunched his nose at Vernon. "That even tasted like a potion... how weird."
"Wait here while I get the rest of the stuff from the car sweetheart," he said. "Just rest a bit."
"Okay, Uncle Vernon."
It took three trips, but he brought everything he needed inside. It took a bit since the master bedroom was up on the second floor along with two other bedrooms, and most of it went into the master bedroom though he put the sex toys into the first bedroom and the bag with Harry's regular boy clothes into the second room. Then he went back downstairs, grabbed the bag of potions, and went to Harry who was staring up at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.
"Heldi, time for another glass of water," he said as he pulled out a pink lust potion and offered it next. "Drink up. I sweetened it a little with flavoring."
"It's pink," Harry giggled as he accepted it, then he drank it down. "Mmm, I like that one. Did you know that the ceiling here is like Hogwarts?"
"How so?" Vernon asked as he moved to sit on the couch. "Why don't you come sit by me, Heldi."
Harry got up and flopped onto the couch next to him, the bounce plastering him against Vernon's large body. "It always shows the sky, and the ceiling here has clouds. Or am I hallucinating?"
"Hallucinating, love. How do you feel?"
"Hot," Harry groaned. "My clothes feel too tight."
"Well, it's just us so I'll help you out of them."
Harry didn't protest, so Vernon slowly began to undress his nephew. His cock grew hard as he watched the pale and thin chest get revealed, and he reached out to rub a pink nipple once he tossed the shirt to the side. Harry moaned as he arched his chest into the touch, so Vernon leaned in and sucked on the other nipple as he gently continued to pinch the first.
"Ahn, Uncle Vernon," Harry moaned as he buried his fingers into Vernon's hair to keep his head there. "What are you doing?"
Vernon ignored the question for a few seconds to suck, then he gave it a brief nibble which made Harry moan again before he pulled back with a wet pop. "I'm not doing anything, Heldi," he innocently replied as he trailed his hand down to the button on Harry's pants. "Just helping you cool off is all."
"Oh, okay."
Vernon unbuttoned Harry's pants then man handled his limp nephew partially into his lap so he could pull Harry's pants down. He realized he needed to take off the shoes before he could get the pants off so he straightened Harry back up and slid to the floor to undo the lace and watched Harry bring his hand to his small but hard penis to stroke it.
"Harry, you can't just wank like that in front of your uncle," Vernon scolded, and Harry flushed as he jerked his hand away. "Sit on your hands so you don't do that again."
"S-sorry Uncle Vernon," Harry stammered in panic as he stuffed his hands underneath him. "I don't know why I did that! I didn't mean to!"
"I hope you are sorry, you shouldn't be touching yourself like that at all," Vernon continued to scold as he pulled the first shoe off and tossed it to the side. "I even bought you some clothes I thought you might like as Heldi, but I don't know if you deserve them now."
"I'm sorry, Uncle," Harry apologized again, nearly begging. "I think it's cause I'm sick! I was... I dunno... I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me!"
"I suppose you couldn't help yourself if it was because you are sick," Vernon sighed, then he pulled off the second shoe and tugged Harry's pants all the way off. "Spread your legs open and I will help you."
"Uncle?" Harry asked as he did as he was told. Vernon swooped in and took Harry's little cock into his mouth to suck on, and Harry keened. "Uncle V-vernon!"
It only took Harry a few seconds to start coming, and what came out was more like pre rather than actual come. Vernon swallowed it all since it wasn't bad, then he stood up. "I need to make that phone call to my boss now, Heldi," he said. "If you go to the master bedroom, there is a pink suitcase. It has all the new stuff for you."
"But what... why... did you just...?" Harry stammered while blushing hard. "Uncle?"
"Did I just what?" Vernon asked with a curious look at Harry. "I just took off your clothes. Are you okay?"
"I'm okay!" Harry squeaked, then he quickly got up and Vernon had to catch Harry before he fell over from standing too fast. "Er, yeah, I'll go look at the clothes."
Vernon watched Harry skitter off to the stairs just outside the room by the front door, then he smirked. Harry thought the touching had all been hallucinations just as Vernon had planned. He moved off to explore the rest of the ground floor, noted that there was a toilet down here but no shower, a small kitchen with nothing in the ice box and dried goods in the pantry that were still in date, and a small bedroom in the back. The second floor had a regular shower and bath, then the master bedroom had its own bathroom with a large Jacuzzi in it.
He planned to make use of it.
He picked up the phone and dialed the house number and it was picked up on the fourth ring. "Dursley residence, this is Petunia speaking."
"Hello Pet," Vernon greeted. "We got here safe and sound. Heldi is settling in and the first phase of my plan is going well. Is there anything you would like me to tell her?"
"No, dear," Petunia sighed. "My little girl is growing up so fast. Please be gentle with her."
"Of course, Pet," he replied. "I'll let you go, I need to give Heldi her next dose of medicine."
"Okay, thank you Vernon."
"It's my pleasure, Pet."
Vernon hung up the phone then left to fetch the 'ibuprofen' out of the car. He went back to the kitchen, crushed up a pill, then put it in a glass with water before he went upstairs. When he peeked into the master bedroom, he grinned since he saw Harry in a sheer red teddy with matching satin underwear and the boy was humping the bed post. It meant the potion was working well, and Vernon straightened out his expression into a stern one before he stepped in.
"Heldi!" he barked, and Harry fell to the ground with a mortified squeak as he tried to cover his erection up with his hands. "First you come on to me downstairs and now you are doing this? What has gotten into you?!"
"I'm sorry!" Harry yelped, curling up in humiliation and not questioning the 'coming on to him' bit. "I can't help it! I don't know what's wrong but... It won't go down uncle!"
"Here, drink the water, I put medicine in it," Vernon sighed as though put upon as he walked in to hand it to Harry. "I suppose you are getting to be about that age. Drink up."
Harry frowned. "What age?" he asked, then started drinking the water, making a face as he did so.
"Well, for you it seems like you are turning into a slut," he said once Harry was done drinking so the boy didn't choke on the water. "I'll show you. Get on the bed, face down and arse up."
"Uncle?" Harry weakly asked. "I d-don't..."
"OBEY!" Vernon barked, and Harry paled as he scrambled up onto the bed and cowered. Vernon moved over to one of the bags and pulled out a bottle of lubrication. "Pull your panties down to your knees, then you will place your hands on the foot board and not move. MOVE!"
Harry sniffled as he shimmied his panties down, then he gave Vernon one terrified look before he got down onto his chest and gripped the foot board while he stayed on his knees. "Please don't, uncle," Harry sobbed. "I'll be good, I promise I won't do that again."
"You have been nothing but a cock tease and a slut, and you already broke your promise to be good three times now," Vernon snarled as he got up on the bed behind Harry. "Stay still."
Vernon listened to Harry sob as he slicked up his fingers, then he rubbed the little pink furl that was practically in his face. "Eep!" Harry squeaked and tried to flinch away, but Vernon spanked Harry's bottom then grabbed his hip before Harry could lunge forward off the bed. "OW! Uncle Vernon!"
"You will call me daddy while I punish you," he growled. "You will take your punishment like a good girl."
Harry sagged in defeat and nodded as another sob escaped his mouth. "I will be a g-good girl," he sobbed, repeating the suggestion Vernon had instilled in him. "I'm sorry Unc-Daddy..."
"Good girl," Vernon grunted, then he started rubbing the hole again. "I'm just helping you. Good girls do not rub their erections because they don't have cocks. They have delicate little clitties in between their legs, and they have holes that are meant to be used like this one."
Vernon poked his pinky inside and Harry shuddered as he whimpered again. His nephew had a tight little hole, and Vernon's hard cock twitched with interest. "Clitties?" Harry choked out.
"Hush and I'll show you one of them now," Vernon shushed, then he went quiet as he sought out the prostate with his pinky. Because of the position, it didn't take him long to find it, and he heard Harry gasp as soon as he felt the walnut-sized spot. "This is one of your clits, Heldi. This proves you are a little slut since not all girls or boys enjoy this like you seem to. HOLD THAT FOOT BOARD!"
Harry had placed his hands on the mattress and had almost pushed himself up to look back, but at Vernon's angry shout he squealed and grabbed the wood board again. He began to cry in earnest as Vernon continued to assault the prostate, but his sobs were interspersed with moans and he eventually started rocking back and came.
"Don't move," Vernon snapped as he grabbed Harry's hip, and he pulled his pinky out to push his point and middle fingers in. Harry squealed at the sudden intrusion of much thicker fingers, and the pitch got higher when Vernon went straight for the prostate again to over stimulate the boy. "Stay still and take your punishment."
"It's too much!" Harry cried out. "Uncle, I'm sorry!"
"I told you to call me Daddy, Heldi!" Vernon snapped. "Beg for my forgiveness and apologize for being a cock tease!"
"I'm sorry, daddy!" Harry sobbed. "I'm sorry for being a cock tease, too! Please please forgive me! I'll do anything, I'm sorry daddy!"
"I will stop if you agree to suck my cock, Heldi," Vernon growled. "You have made me make you come twice with your slutty attitude. Now your daddy needs release."
"Yes, yes I will!" Harry squealed. "Anything, I'm sorry daddy!"
Vernon pulled out his fingers then sat back to open up his pants as Harry collapsed and curled up to cry. "Come here," he ordered as his large and fat cock flopped out into his lap. "You will start by licking it clean of the mess you caused it to make."
Harry rolled back onto his hands and knees to crawl over, sobbing the whole time, and he reached out to hold it in both hands. He seemed very intimidated by the whole thing and looked up at Vernon with large, tear filled eyes and a trembling lower lip. Vernon gave him a stern look back, and a fresh wave of tears poured out as Harry lowered his head and stuck his tongue out. However, he didn't lick - he kept hesitating and stopping at the last moment.
"Heldi, this is your fault," Vernon scolded. "You swore you would do anything and I decided to be lenient and stopped. Do you think your daddy's cock is gross even though you are the one that made it leaky and hard? I can stick my fingers back in your arse and keep playing with the clit in there."
"No, daddy," Harry whimpered. "Sorry... It;s just... So big."
"Lick," Vernon ordered, then he grinned after Harry squeezed his eyes shut and did just that. The velvety hot tongue on his glans caused a large dollop of pre to ooze out, and Vernon grabbed Harry's hair to guide him to the tip. "Lick up here where the mess is at its worst. You are to lick from bottom to top once you have the pre under control, then you will put it in your mouth to suck on like a lolli after. No teeth!"
"Yes, daddy," Harry whimpered against his cock, then he began to lick in earnest.
The sensation was wonderful. Vernon could count on one hand how many times he and Pet had had sex ever since her miscarriage. She was terrified of his cock and had admitted she thought it might have been the reason she had miscarried and could no longer have kids. The doctors dismissed that, of course, but the fear was there so he rarely got relief.
Now that he was was going to train Heldi to love his cock, he would have relief. He knew he wouldn't last long the first time since it had been a couple years, but he didn't mind that. He groaned at the feeling of Harry's tongue darting in and out and laving up and down his cock, and when he finally closed his mouth over the head, Vernon grabbed Harry's hair to keep him in place and began to come.
"Swallow all of it!" he ordered as he thrust up into the hot mouth, ignoring the gagging Harry was doing. His cock was so wide that Harry's lips were pale from how tight they were wrapped around it, so his come wouldn't be escaping anyway. "Look at me and swallow!"
More tears poured out of Harry's eyes as he looked up, and Vernon could see and hear how Harry was trying to swallow and was gagging as he filled up his little slut's mouth with even more spurts of come. He didn't let go of Harry's hair until a choked sound caused come to spurt out of Harry's nose, and he pulled out so that the last couple ropes landed on Harry's face. Harry immediately coughed and choked, but he somehow kept himself from throwing up.
"Good girl," Vernon panted, then he tilted Harry's face up to lick up the tears and come on Harry's face to clean him up. Once it was clean enough, he got off the bed, pulled out a wet towelette from the bag, and moved back to finish cleaning up Harry's face. "Pull up your panties, make yourself presentable, then come downstairs when you are ready."
Vernon zipped his own pants back up, pocketed the bottle of lube that was still on the bed, then left with the towelette in hand. He went to the phone, unplugged it from the jack, and carried it with him to the car before he took off to go grocery shopping in the nearby town. It took him an hour and a half to return, and when he did, he saw that Harry was nervously sitting in the living room and was wearing a short skirt and a tube top.
"Ah Heldi, help me with the groceries?" he asked. "I probably should have told you I was going to head out, but you were taking so long upstairs that I thought you might be napping. My boss said we could stay here for the whole summer if we want, I just need to work from here is all. It shouldn't be a problem at all."
"You... didn't go upstairs?" Harry quietly asked, and Vernon gave him a confused look. "You weren't up there while I was getting dressed?"
"No, I went shopping," Vernon said, then he set the bags down and approached Harry to check his forehead for a 'fever' only to stop when Harry flinched. "Heldi? Did something happen?"
"No, no... I just had a bad dream is all," Harry said, tearing up. "You were angry at me and... I d-don't know."
"Oh, Heldi," Vernon coo'ed as he moved to sit next to Harry and gathered him up in his arms so that Harry could cry into his chest. "You are always such a good girl! I wouldn't hurt you, sweetheart."
"I-I know," Harry sobbed. "J-just... It f-felt so real and was so s-scary! You were s-so angry!"
"Shhh, there there," he comforted. "It's probably the altitude sickness. It can make dreams very vivid just like it causes hallucinations. I supposed I should try to cook."
"No!" Harry immediately protested, then he cringed and clung to Vernon's shirt. "I mean... I can do it."
"You are hallucinating and might hurt yourself, sweety."
"No, you will b-burn down the house," Harry weakly joked. "I can do it, please?"
"I will supervise," Vernon stated. "I don't want you in the kitchen alone. Let's do something simple like grilled sandwiches and soup."
"Okay," Harry agreed.
They separated and carried the groceries into the kitchen, then Vernon put them away while Harry started cooking. "I'm going to use the restroom real quick Harry," he said. "Just rinse the vegetables, don't do anything with knives or the stove while I am gone."
Vernon turned to leave, then he quickly stripped everything, lubed up his fingers, and tiptoed back in. Harry couldn't hear him over the sound of the water, so it was easy to pin Harry against the counter and slip his hands under Harry's skirt.
"Don't move," he growled into Harry's ear. "Turn off the sink and and keep your hands on the counter, slut."
Harry sobbed as he quickly obeyed. "Just a hallucination," Harry told himself as Vernon moved the panties to the side. He grabbed Harry's erection at the base in one hand, and he pushed a finger into Harry's arse making him scream. "Stop! Stop! Uncle VERNON!"
"Shut up or I'll shove all my fingers inside of you," he growled as his finger found Harry's prostate to rub. Harry cried out as he rutted into Vernon's other hand, obviously not wanting it but unable to stop himself, and Vernon gripped the base harder and fingered Harry's arse more. "Good girl. You are such a good girl for daddy."
"D-daddy, please stop," Harry whimpered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what did I do wrong?"
"Nothing, this is a reward for you," he growled into Harry's ear. "You are going to be a good girl and take it. Be silent, you don't want your uncle to see you like this, right?"
"No," Harry whimpered.
"Good, beg me to let you cum, but be quick or your uncle will be here soon."
"Please let me come," Harry begged, his voice thick with tears. "Please daddy!"
"Shhh," he murmured into Harry's ear. "You will come with your arse like a good little girl or not at all."
Harry whimpered, but after a couple minutes of wet squelching sounds, the boy finally began to press back against his finger with sweet little moans he was trying to stifle. Vernon pressed a second finger to Harry's hole and let the boy fuck it into himself on his own.
"Look at you, taking daddy's fingers," he purred as he pressed a third one against the hole next. "If your uncle saw you like this, what do you think he would do?"
"I d-don't know," Harry sobbed. "Please let me come daddy!"
"You wouldn't want to leave a mess in your panties," he purred. "I'm doing a kind thing by not letting you come with your little boy part. Thank me, Heldi, then come on my fingers."
"Th-thank you," Harry sobbed just as his third finger popped in, then Harry stiffened up and started to dry orgasm around his fingers.
"Look at you, such a sweet slut," he purred into Harry's ear. "Your uncle would fuck you just as any other real man would do. It would be hard to resist such a good little girl like you. Your uncle loves you, though. He would be so gentle and sweet." He pulled out his fingers out of Harry's ass then nipped Harry's ear. "Now wash the vegetables, you don't want your uncle to know you just came in your panties like a good little girl. Focus on them. If you try to look at me, I'll think you want to be fucked and I'll shove my fat cock in your mouth again." He ground his erection against Harry's back to accentuate the point. "Just turn the water back on, wash the vegetables, and act like I was never here, slut. What would your uncle think if he knew your sick mind was hallucinating me?"
Harry sobbed and reached out to turn on the sink, and Vernon released Harry's cock before he backed away. Harry never turned around, so once he got to the doorway, he closed the door and dressed himself up again. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands real quick, then he returned to the kitchen.
"Oh good, I was worried I took too long," Vernon said in his usual tone as he entered, and Harry flinched. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"
"I'm okay," Harry mumbled. "I just finished washing them."
"Hmmm, I'll peel the potatoes while you start the water then make the sandwiches," he said. "You seem a bit peaky so I don't think letting you handle a knife is a good idea."
"Okay, Uncle Vernon," Harry agreed, then did his best to not show a limp as he removed the potatoes and tomatoes from the sink. Vernon acted like he didn't notice it. "Thank you."
"You are such a good girl," Vernon said with a smile as he accepted them, then he grabbed a knife from the knife block and started slicing the tomatoes for the fried tomato-and-beans sandwiches first. "I'm looking forward to teaching you how to fish, but only once you recover."