A Fork in the Road
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Category:
Harry Potter AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
12,617
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Encounter
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter...it\'s just that simple. J.K. owns everything except my plot and my new characters...
WARNING: This story contains INCEST...if undesired...don\'t read.
A/N: Hope you\'re enjoying this fic!
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Chapter Seven: The Encounter
As she felt her father’s strong arms wrap around her meek shoulders, Avery felt a jolt in the pit of her stomach. She realized that for the first time, her stomach was clenching at her father’s touch.
“It’s so good to see you,” Avery sighed, breaking away, and looking up at her father. He had the widest of grins placed on his lips, and she returned his happy gaze with a faint upturn of her lips.
“Here, let me send that up to your room,” Harry said pulling out his wand from his back pocket, and charming Avery’s trunk so that it flew itself up the stairs and into Avery’s bedroom, where it also, magically, started unpacking her clothes.
“Gosh, it smells lovely in here,” Avery said taking a deep whiff. “Are you…baking?”
Harry’s cheeks gained a rosy color as he smiled sheepishly and muttered, “Yeah…trying to.” Avery couldn’t help but think her father adorable in that moment.
“So, how’s school going?” Harry asked changing the subject and turning to go into the kitchen.
“Pretty decent. I’ve scored well on all my tests so far, and have gotten O’s on all of my homework assignments,” Avery stated proudly, taking off her sweater and laying it on the chair. She followed her father, and as soon as she entered the kitchen, she melted in the sweet smell of homemade cookies.
“Well, I’m proud of you. You’ve always managed to keep your life extremely balanced, especially at school,” Harry said, bending over and opening the oven.
Avery watched as the pants on her father grew tighter in the buttocks area as he bent over to take the cookies out of the oven, and then slowly shook her head and averted her eyes to stare at the tiled floor.
When Harry had placed the cookies on the stove to cool, she picked her eyes back up at him and was unsure of what to do or say. She licked her lips.
“You seem quiet,” Harry said taking off the oven mitts and placing them on the counter. “Something wrong?”
Avery shook her head.
“No, not at all,” she said smiling. Avery closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s just really nice to be home.”
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Harry beamed. He and Avery had been best friends for as long as he could remember, and he knew that her relief of being home included her being glad to see him as well. He couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s really nice to have you back home,” Harry replied as he made his way to the kitchen table. “This place gets kind of crazy when there’s no woman around to help keep everyone in line,” She giggled under her breath, but hearing her laugh was enough to make Harry’s insides burst with life.
“The only one I keep in line is you anyway,” she remarked grinning slyly.
“That was my point,” Harry snickered taking a seat. Avery rolled her eyes jokingly.
“So, did you get me some good stuff for Christmas?” Avery asked sliding into a chair across from Harry at the table.
“Well, let’s just say that you won’t be disappointed this year,” Harry commented, waving his hand at his glass of eggnog so that it floated over to him.
“Well, I got you something really special, too,” Avery boasted giving her father a playful grin.
“Oh? And what might that be?” Harry asked.
“Well, let’s just say that you won’t be disappointed,” Avery smirked in mockery as she stood up and turned to make her way to the fridge.
“Ha ha, very funny,” Harry said taking a sip of his eggnog. He couldn’t help but stare at her arse as she walked away in her tight black pants. And as she bent over and reached for the eggnog, Harry’s groin felt a slight tug.
“Do you mind if I have a cookie?” Avery asked standing up, and brushing the hair out of her face.
“No, help yourself!” Harry replied gesturing towards the freshly baked goods. “You want to grab me a couple? I want to see how bad they are before you try one.”
“Oh, god, they can’t be that bad. You can’t really go wrong with cookies.”
“Believe me, Av, I’m one of those lucky people that messes up even the simplest things. It’s definitely possible,” Harry groaned watching as she took her first bite. “Well?”
She paused a moment and chewed, her face was relaxed and in contemplation. She swallowed.
“Not too shabby,” she grinned. Harry felt his body relax. After all, he had made the cookies just for her.
“Well, I’m glad you like them, sweetheart.”
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Avery and her father talked for a couple hours about school, work, and random things going on in each other’s lives, but Avery’s mind kept reverting back to the dreams, but instinct, logic, and fear kept her from saying a word.
Avery looked at the clock. “Wow, it’s already ten. I didn’t realize it was that late already. I’m going to go shower and change for bed.”
“That’s fine. We’re getting up early to go find a tree, anyway, so I should probably go hit the sack as well.”
“It was great catching up,” Avery yawned rising from the table and stretching.
“Yeah, it was.” She noticed Harry’s voice had grown raspier as the night had drawled on. She loved the way his voice sounded when his voice was husky. It made her skin get goosebumps.
Harry had also risen from his chair, and was outstretching his arms for a hug. She slowly sauntered over to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, getting a tiny whiff of his cologne, and as her face brushed against his, she couldn’t help but realize that her body was tightly pressed up against him.
“Goodnight, Avery,” Harry whispered, kissing her ear gently. Avery got shivers from the top of her head all the way down her spine down to her toes. She quivered. Harry broke away with a hand on each of her shoulders.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m just…cold is all,” Avery lied through a smile. “I’m fine, really.”
“Alright then, I’ll come wake you up in the morning.” Harry smiled and rubbed her shoulder. His touch had a new meaning to Avery now since her dreams, and now she could feel her throat tighten.
“Sounds good,” she said clearing her throat and heading towards the stairs.
“I’m going to clean up a little bit down here before I go to bed, so…sweet dreams, baby girl,” Harry said softly. Avery managed a small smile.
“You too.” And with that, she turned, and headed up the stairs to take a shower, where she knew she would find her way onto Santa’s naughty list for sure.
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As soon as Avery had left, Harry had whipped out his wand and charmed the kitchen to clean itself. He hurriedly ran up the stairs as quietly as he could, but was relieved to hear the water running. On his way to his bedroom, Harry stopped at Avery’s bathroom door. He listened to the soothing sound of the water and closed his eyes envisioning how sexy his daughter’s naked body must be when it was wet.
In the midst of Harry’s thought, Harry heard a sound. It was faint, but he knew where it was coming from since it was a girl’s voice, and he recognized his daughter’s voice anywhere. Harry’s breathing became extremely heavy; his heart began to beat wildly in his chest when he heard his daughter moaning.
Harry could tell by the way her voice squeaked that she was masturbating. Just the thought was enough to make Harry’s cock throb. He stood against the wall, leaning his head back, and listened to his daughter whimper as she touched herself, and before Harry knew it, he had unbuttoned his pants, had his zipper down, and was sliding his own hand up and down his already hard shaft.
Her squeals became more rapid, and Harry knew that she was about to come, and as soon as there was a pause, he knew she was about to burst. Harry’s hand was sliding profusely up and down his throbbing cock, wanting nothing more than to burst through the bathroom door, and grab his daughter and slide her wet pussy on him, when he heard her scream…
“Oh, Daddy!!”
Harry had immediately spurted his white juice into his palm, without thinking twice, when suddenly his eyes had flung open and he began panting wildly. It took him half a minute to realize that his one and only baby girl had just orgasmed for him.
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A/N: You all loved that little twist at the end, didn\'t you? Well, don\'t worry, there\'s more where that "came" from...hah. No pun intended...
WARNING: This story contains INCEST...if undesired...don\'t read.
A/N: Hope you\'re enjoying this fic!
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Chapter Seven: The Encounter
As she felt her father’s strong arms wrap around her meek shoulders, Avery felt a jolt in the pit of her stomach. She realized that for the first time, her stomach was clenching at her father’s touch.
“It’s so good to see you,” Avery sighed, breaking away, and looking up at her father. He had the widest of grins placed on his lips, and she returned his happy gaze with a faint upturn of her lips.
“Here, let me send that up to your room,” Harry said pulling out his wand from his back pocket, and charming Avery’s trunk so that it flew itself up the stairs and into Avery’s bedroom, where it also, magically, started unpacking her clothes.
“Gosh, it smells lovely in here,” Avery said taking a deep whiff. “Are you…baking?”
Harry’s cheeks gained a rosy color as he smiled sheepishly and muttered, “Yeah…trying to.” Avery couldn’t help but think her father adorable in that moment.
“So, how’s school going?” Harry asked changing the subject and turning to go into the kitchen.
“Pretty decent. I’ve scored well on all my tests so far, and have gotten O’s on all of my homework assignments,” Avery stated proudly, taking off her sweater and laying it on the chair. She followed her father, and as soon as she entered the kitchen, she melted in the sweet smell of homemade cookies.
“Well, I’m proud of you. You’ve always managed to keep your life extremely balanced, especially at school,” Harry said, bending over and opening the oven.
Avery watched as the pants on her father grew tighter in the buttocks area as he bent over to take the cookies out of the oven, and then slowly shook her head and averted her eyes to stare at the tiled floor.
When Harry had placed the cookies on the stove to cool, she picked her eyes back up at him and was unsure of what to do or say. She licked her lips.
“You seem quiet,” Harry said taking off the oven mitts and placing them on the counter. “Something wrong?”
Avery shook her head.
“No, not at all,” she said smiling. Avery closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s just really nice to be home.”
--
Harry beamed. He and Avery had been best friends for as long as he could remember, and he knew that her relief of being home included her being glad to see him as well. He couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s really nice to have you back home,” Harry replied as he made his way to the kitchen table. “This place gets kind of crazy when there’s no woman around to help keep everyone in line,” She giggled under her breath, but hearing her laugh was enough to make Harry’s insides burst with life.
“The only one I keep in line is you anyway,” she remarked grinning slyly.
“That was my point,” Harry snickered taking a seat. Avery rolled her eyes jokingly.
“So, did you get me some good stuff for Christmas?” Avery asked sliding into a chair across from Harry at the table.
“Well, let’s just say that you won’t be disappointed this year,” Harry commented, waving his hand at his glass of eggnog so that it floated over to him.
“Well, I got you something really special, too,” Avery boasted giving her father a playful grin.
“Oh? And what might that be?” Harry asked.
“Well, let’s just say that you won’t be disappointed,” Avery smirked in mockery as she stood up and turned to make her way to the fridge.
“Ha ha, very funny,” Harry said taking a sip of his eggnog. He couldn’t help but stare at her arse as she walked away in her tight black pants. And as she bent over and reached for the eggnog, Harry’s groin felt a slight tug.
“Do you mind if I have a cookie?” Avery asked standing up, and brushing the hair out of her face.
“No, help yourself!” Harry replied gesturing towards the freshly baked goods. “You want to grab me a couple? I want to see how bad they are before you try one.”
“Oh, god, they can’t be that bad. You can’t really go wrong with cookies.”
“Believe me, Av, I’m one of those lucky people that messes up even the simplest things. It’s definitely possible,” Harry groaned watching as she took her first bite. “Well?”
She paused a moment and chewed, her face was relaxed and in contemplation. She swallowed.
“Not too shabby,” she grinned. Harry felt his body relax. After all, he had made the cookies just for her.
“Well, I’m glad you like them, sweetheart.”
--
Avery and her father talked for a couple hours about school, work, and random things going on in each other’s lives, but Avery’s mind kept reverting back to the dreams, but instinct, logic, and fear kept her from saying a word.
Avery looked at the clock. “Wow, it’s already ten. I didn’t realize it was that late already. I’m going to go shower and change for bed.”
“That’s fine. We’re getting up early to go find a tree, anyway, so I should probably go hit the sack as well.”
“It was great catching up,” Avery yawned rising from the table and stretching.
“Yeah, it was.” She noticed Harry’s voice had grown raspier as the night had drawled on. She loved the way his voice sounded when his voice was husky. It made her skin get goosebumps.
Harry had also risen from his chair, and was outstretching his arms for a hug. She slowly sauntered over to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, getting a tiny whiff of his cologne, and as her face brushed against his, she couldn’t help but realize that her body was tightly pressed up against him.
“Goodnight, Avery,” Harry whispered, kissing her ear gently. Avery got shivers from the top of her head all the way down her spine down to her toes. She quivered. Harry broke away with a hand on each of her shoulders.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m just…cold is all,” Avery lied through a smile. “I’m fine, really.”
“Alright then, I’ll come wake you up in the morning.” Harry smiled and rubbed her shoulder. His touch had a new meaning to Avery now since her dreams, and now she could feel her throat tighten.
“Sounds good,” she said clearing her throat and heading towards the stairs.
“I’m going to clean up a little bit down here before I go to bed, so…sweet dreams, baby girl,” Harry said softly. Avery managed a small smile.
“You too.” And with that, she turned, and headed up the stairs to take a shower, where she knew she would find her way onto Santa’s naughty list for sure.
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As soon as Avery had left, Harry had whipped out his wand and charmed the kitchen to clean itself. He hurriedly ran up the stairs as quietly as he could, but was relieved to hear the water running. On his way to his bedroom, Harry stopped at Avery’s bathroom door. He listened to the soothing sound of the water and closed his eyes envisioning how sexy his daughter’s naked body must be when it was wet.
In the midst of Harry’s thought, Harry heard a sound. It was faint, but he knew where it was coming from since it was a girl’s voice, and he recognized his daughter’s voice anywhere. Harry’s breathing became extremely heavy; his heart began to beat wildly in his chest when he heard his daughter moaning.
Harry could tell by the way her voice squeaked that she was masturbating. Just the thought was enough to make Harry’s cock throb. He stood against the wall, leaning his head back, and listened to his daughter whimper as she touched herself, and before Harry knew it, he had unbuttoned his pants, had his zipper down, and was sliding his own hand up and down his already hard shaft.
Her squeals became more rapid, and Harry knew that she was about to come, and as soon as there was a pause, he knew she was about to burst. Harry’s hand was sliding profusely up and down his throbbing cock, wanting nothing more than to burst through the bathroom door, and grab his daughter and slide her wet pussy on him, when he heard her scream…
“Oh, Daddy!!”
Harry had immediately spurted his white juice into his palm, without thinking twice, when suddenly his eyes had flung open and he began panting wildly. It took him half a minute to realize that his one and only baby girl had just orgasmed for him.
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A/N: You all loved that little twist at the end, didn\'t you? Well, don\'t worry, there\'s more where that "came" from...hah. No pun intended...