The Favoured Niece
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
61,827
Reviews:
26
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Deja vu
A/N. Hi guys! First, a warm thank you to those of you who reviewed the last chapter! Secondly, a sincere apology for keeping you waiting for an update. I was meant to post this ages ago but I discovered my second year at Uni is a lot harder and more time-demanding than I had thought it was going to be! But enough of my ramblings, on with the story! Enjoy!
Rose breathed a nervous sigh, though she was practically giddy with anticipation. She had seen the look that Harry had given her as she ascended the stairwell and had known, as sure as she knew her own name that he would follow. Closing the door of her father’s study with a shaky hand, she really could not believe what was soon to take place, and with her entire family just downstairs! She removed all the items on her father’s desk, placing the items, which included a picture of her as a baby, gently on his chair, all the while thinking of the naughty things Uncle Harry was going to do to her. She flushed, turned on. She didn’t want to remove all her clothes because she had imagined him doing so with his teeth, but she didn’t want them to hinder her movements, so she quickly stripped down to her small white, plain bra and the tiny scrap of material that passed for a skirt. Underneath, and on full show as she sat legs-wide-apart facing the door on the desk, were her very innocent white cotton knickers. She had put them on especially in the hopes of driving her Uncle mad with lust.
She gave her tits a couple of tight squeezes before she reached into her bra for her right breast and pulled it out, which exposed a perky, pink nipple. She quickly licked her fingers and moaned as she rolled and pinched her nipple between her wet fingers. She proceeded to release her other breast from the soft confines of her bra, and repeated her movements, all the while thinking of Harry.
Where was he? She thought as her right hand left her breast and snaked its way between her legs, hoping to relieve some of the tension there. She was so wet, though she had been ever since he had walked through the door of their modest family home. The perverseness of the scene hit Rose then, and she felt a rush of moisture as she rubbed her knicker-covered cunt.
She groaned and threw her head back, lost in her delirious lust. Pumping one long finger into her tight passage, her breathing came fast and heavy. She wanted to get caught playing with herself on her father’s desk by her Uncle Harry. It was disgusting, sick, but she loved it, revelled in her perverseness. He’d better hurry up, she thought, close to cumming, but trying to hold out for him to finish her off. As she reached into her pussy as far as she could and touched that spot that she had recently discovered, she through her head back once more and let out a long, guttural moan. She was so lost in the sensation; she didn’t even notice the arrival of her stunned Uncle in the doorway of her father’s little office.
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Harry took in this moment to take in and fully appreciate the beautiful form of his young niece. This is perfection, he mused, as he watched the movement of her fingers in her underwear underneath that tiny skirt. He watched as her long, lithe body wriggled on the desk as she fingered herself, her small, put perky breasts bouncing, her head thrown back over the other side of the desk, so that he remained undetected in his perving. She looked like a sacred offering, and he couldn’t wait to take her, and take her hard.
A memory that was until this moment, buried in the back of his mind, assailed him, and he was sent back in time to a moment so similar to this that it was uncanny.
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A nineteen-year-old Harry Potter made his way through the throng of people that had gathered in the Weasley’s living room in order to celebrate the birth of little Victoire Weasley, taking the odd pat-on-the-back from members of his adopted family, friends as well as strangers on his way to bed, the headache that had slowly formed at his temples willing him to get some sleep. He made his way up the stairs with heavy feet, cursing his friend Ron for rooming at the top of the old, rickety house. As he prepared himself for the last flight of stairs, he heard a strange noise that had, without a doubt, come from Ron’s room. He stopped in his tracks and listened carefully for it again. His first thought was that it had surely come from the ghost in the attic, but there it was again.
“Ohhhhhhh.” Harry started. That was no ghost. It had been distinctly feminine, and Harry, having just passed Ron and Hermione cuddled up on the sofa, and having just kissed Ginny goodnight, wondered who the hell it could be. He supposed he just leave and wait for whoever this female was to finish her business, but he acknowledged as he began to climb the stairs, his natural curiosity always did get the better of him.
The door was, thankfully, not completely shut, so he sidled silently up to the crack and peeked in. The sight took his breath away.
For there, completely naked, and fingering her pussy on his bed, was little Gabrielle Delacour.
The shock that the sight caused was enough to cause Harry to roughly push his way into the room, and disturb the poor girl from her business. The pair locked eyes, and though Harry blushed red from his hair line to his toes, Gabrielle seemed to remain cool. They stayed that way for several moments before Harry broke eye contact to get a quick look at her tight, little body. She was undeniably gorgeous, with perfect round breasts and pink nipples that were partially covered by her long, thick blonde hair. Her flat tummy glistened with sweat, and her right hand had snaked its way to her pussy, and, to Harry’s complete shock, was still rubbing quite furiously at it. She, too was laid out like an offering to him, legs wide open and facing him.
His eyes shot back to hers and he gave an embarrassed little cough in apology, walking backwards towards the door, hoping to escape and just have a good old wank in the shower over what he had just seen.
She noticed, however, and stood up in protest, holding her hand out to him. He stared at it inquisitively for a long moment, and then back up to her eyes.
“What are you doing, Gabi?” he asked, sorely tempted to take that hand that glistened with her juices and use it to throw her down onto the bed and fuck her rigid like he did Ginny when her parents were out of the house.
“It is évident, non? Je t’aime, ‘Arry. I am so…excité. I want you.” Looking at her, Harry could tell that she was as lost in lust as he was, and hearing those words, seeing her perfect naked body, Harry almost succumbed.
A fit of conscience attacked his senses, and mustering all the self-control he had left, Harry extracted his hand from Gabrielle’s grip, and turned away from her, walking out of the door, heart beating in his chest. There was no way that he could fuck Gabi. He was dating Ginny, and besides, no matter how beautiful and sexy she was, she was just thirteen.
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No such thoughts plagued him now. Gone were the morals that had served him right as a teenager, that had kept him from pounding little Gabrielle Delacour into his mattress at the burrow. He wanted, no needed his little niece. And it was time he joined in her little game.
A/N Evidently I’m a tease! So sue me! (But don’t really!)
Rose breathed a nervous sigh, though she was practically giddy with anticipation. She had seen the look that Harry had given her as she ascended the stairwell and had known, as sure as she knew her own name that he would follow. Closing the door of her father’s study with a shaky hand, she really could not believe what was soon to take place, and with her entire family just downstairs! She removed all the items on her father’s desk, placing the items, which included a picture of her as a baby, gently on his chair, all the while thinking of the naughty things Uncle Harry was going to do to her. She flushed, turned on. She didn’t want to remove all her clothes because she had imagined him doing so with his teeth, but she didn’t want them to hinder her movements, so she quickly stripped down to her small white, plain bra and the tiny scrap of material that passed for a skirt. Underneath, and on full show as she sat legs-wide-apart facing the door on the desk, were her very innocent white cotton knickers. She had put them on especially in the hopes of driving her Uncle mad with lust.
She gave her tits a couple of tight squeezes before she reached into her bra for her right breast and pulled it out, which exposed a perky, pink nipple. She quickly licked her fingers and moaned as she rolled and pinched her nipple between her wet fingers. She proceeded to release her other breast from the soft confines of her bra, and repeated her movements, all the while thinking of Harry.
Where was he? She thought as her right hand left her breast and snaked its way between her legs, hoping to relieve some of the tension there. She was so wet, though she had been ever since he had walked through the door of their modest family home. The perverseness of the scene hit Rose then, and she felt a rush of moisture as she rubbed her knicker-covered cunt.
She groaned and threw her head back, lost in her delirious lust. Pumping one long finger into her tight passage, her breathing came fast and heavy. She wanted to get caught playing with herself on her father’s desk by her Uncle Harry. It was disgusting, sick, but she loved it, revelled in her perverseness. He’d better hurry up, she thought, close to cumming, but trying to hold out for him to finish her off. As she reached into her pussy as far as she could and touched that spot that she had recently discovered, she through her head back once more and let out a long, guttural moan. She was so lost in the sensation; she didn’t even notice the arrival of her stunned Uncle in the doorway of her father’s little office.
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Harry took in this moment to take in and fully appreciate the beautiful form of his young niece. This is perfection, he mused, as he watched the movement of her fingers in her underwear underneath that tiny skirt. He watched as her long, lithe body wriggled on the desk as she fingered herself, her small, put perky breasts bouncing, her head thrown back over the other side of the desk, so that he remained undetected in his perving. She looked like a sacred offering, and he couldn’t wait to take her, and take her hard.
A memory that was until this moment, buried in the back of his mind, assailed him, and he was sent back in time to a moment so similar to this that it was uncanny.
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A nineteen-year-old Harry Potter made his way through the throng of people that had gathered in the Weasley’s living room in order to celebrate the birth of little Victoire Weasley, taking the odd pat-on-the-back from members of his adopted family, friends as well as strangers on his way to bed, the headache that had slowly formed at his temples willing him to get some sleep. He made his way up the stairs with heavy feet, cursing his friend Ron for rooming at the top of the old, rickety house. As he prepared himself for the last flight of stairs, he heard a strange noise that had, without a doubt, come from Ron’s room. He stopped in his tracks and listened carefully for it again. His first thought was that it had surely come from the ghost in the attic, but there it was again.
“Ohhhhhhh.” Harry started. That was no ghost. It had been distinctly feminine, and Harry, having just passed Ron and Hermione cuddled up on the sofa, and having just kissed Ginny goodnight, wondered who the hell it could be. He supposed he just leave and wait for whoever this female was to finish her business, but he acknowledged as he began to climb the stairs, his natural curiosity always did get the better of him.
The door was, thankfully, not completely shut, so he sidled silently up to the crack and peeked in. The sight took his breath away.
For there, completely naked, and fingering her pussy on his bed, was little Gabrielle Delacour.
The shock that the sight caused was enough to cause Harry to roughly push his way into the room, and disturb the poor girl from her business. The pair locked eyes, and though Harry blushed red from his hair line to his toes, Gabrielle seemed to remain cool. They stayed that way for several moments before Harry broke eye contact to get a quick look at her tight, little body. She was undeniably gorgeous, with perfect round breasts and pink nipples that were partially covered by her long, thick blonde hair. Her flat tummy glistened with sweat, and her right hand had snaked its way to her pussy, and, to Harry’s complete shock, was still rubbing quite furiously at it. She, too was laid out like an offering to him, legs wide open and facing him.
His eyes shot back to hers and he gave an embarrassed little cough in apology, walking backwards towards the door, hoping to escape and just have a good old wank in the shower over what he had just seen.
She noticed, however, and stood up in protest, holding her hand out to him. He stared at it inquisitively for a long moment, and then back up to her eyes.
“What are you doing, Gabi?” he asked, sorely tempted to take that hand that glistened with her juices and use it to throw her down onto the bed and fuck her rigid like he did Ginny when her parents were out of the house.
“It is évident, non? Je t’aime, ‘Arry. I am so…excité. I want you.” Looking at her, Harry could tell that she was as lost in lust as he was, and hearing those words, seeing her perfect naked body, Harry almost succumbed.
A fit of conscience attacked his senses, and mustering all the self-control he had left, Harry extracted his hand from Gabrielle’s grip, and turned away from her, walking out of the door, heart beating in his chest. There was no way that he could fuck Gabi. He was dating Ginny, and besides, no matter how beautiful and sexy she was, she was just thirteen.
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No such thoughts plagued him now. Gone were the morals that had served him right as a teenager, that had kept him from pounding little Gabrielle Delacour into his mattress at the burrow. He wanted, no needed his little niece. And it was time he joined in her little game.
A/N Evidently I’m a tease! So sue me! (But don’t really!)