pandorastories
patreon
Queens ch.29
🕑 Added 2024-05-27 10:00:05 +0000 UTCHarry licked the dryness from his lips, then tried and failed to steady his uneven breath. "Sure." He slid his thumbs over Fleur's neck and
Harry licked the dryness from his lips, then tried and failed to steady his uneven breath. "Sure." He slid his thumbs over Fleur's neck and the smooth muscles of her arms.
"Oh my God. Harry, don't stop." She swayed her hips and settled into him, using the back of his hands as a pillow.
Her skin was warm and soft, and the scent of coconut wafted from her body. Harry traced his fingers over her arms and upper back, deeply massaging the lotion. "Go lower," Fleur said.
He squeezed a bit of sunscreen onto her lower back and spread it evenly with his hands. "How's that?" He ran his thumbs just behind her spine and gently massaged her lower back before moving his warm hands around her slender waist.
"Perfect," she murmured. "But can you go lower?" She wiggled her ass in the air. "You can lie on top of me if it helps." Fleur slipped her thumbs into her swimsuit and pushed her bikini bottoms down, revealing a hint of her exquisite booty.
Holy shit. Beads of sweat trickled down Harry's forehead, and his heart pounded as if he'd run a marathon at full throttle. With trembling hands, he descended lower, trailing his fingers along Fleur's steep hip slope before the moment was interrupted.
"Dude, seriously?" Bill said from behind him. Harry doubted Bill could see his hands near his girlfriend's butt. Instead of panicking, he slid Fleur's bikini bottoms back into place and smoothly moved his hands to her lower back. "What's up?" Harry asked, his tone completely casual as he glanced over his shoulder to see the weasel-faced boy with slicked-back hair and a goofy country club getup standing there.
He looked at Harry with disdain. "What would you say if I put sunscreen on Gabrielle?"
"Like hell you would," Gabrielle said, eliciting a snort from Daphne. Bill looked at her before turning back to Harry. "Get up."
"I asked Harry to put sunscreen on me," Fleur said. "We're not playing games here."
"I can put that damn sunscreen on for you," Bill said.
"No, thanks," Fleur said.
"It's weird letting some other guy touch you like that," Bill said.
"As weird as keeping photos of our hot British neighbor?" Fleur asked, prompting laughter from Gabrielle and Daphne.
Bill's face twisted with anger. "I thought we were past this," he said through clenched teeth.
Fleur sighed. "Gabrielle, could you sunscreen my back? Look at Bill. Does my younger sister make you jealous? Or is that okay?"
Once again, the cousins chuckled with approval as Harry tried to play it cool. This was Fleur's fight, not his. But if push came to shove, he'd intervene.
"Why did you even put on that slutty swimsuit? I told you not to wear it." Bill crossed his arms over his chest and sneered at Fleur.
"You can't fucking tell her what to wear," Gabrielle said, her voice more than a little heated.
"But you're Ike Turner over here," Daphne said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Fleur let her sisters finish before speaking up. "I look great in this bikini, and this is what I'm wearing. Don't like it? Then don't stay."
Bill's entire body language changed in an instant. His arms sagged in defeat, he lowered his head, and it seemed like the fight drained out of him in a single moment. Bill was a tyrant, and when Fleur stood up to him, he backed down. He did the same with Tracey's photos. Only then did he back off. This time, he didn't want the fight. It was as if he sensed he was on the brink of losing her, and the bikini wasn't the hill he wanted to die on.
"Fine," he said. "Wear it, but I don't want him touching you." He pointed at Harry as if he were some random stranger off the street.
Deep down, Harry didn't blame him for it. He already had Gabrielle and Tracey under his belt, and he knew it drove Bill crazy. Bill must have sensed that Harry was getting close to Fleur and did everything to prevent the inevitable. Unfortunately for him, his power trips had worn thin as tools of control. Harry helped Fleur see through that charade, and he wouldn't stop until Bill was out of her life for good.
Bill looked at Harry with icy eyes. "Stay away from her, Harry."
Harry smirked crookedly. "Why? I'm just that nerdy weakling friend of your brother who plays Dungeons and Dragons in the basement. Remember? I'm certainly not a threat to a big man like you."
Gabrielle chuckled beside him.
"Shut up," Bill said.
"I'm done with your bullying," Harry said. "If you have a problem with me, let's solve it here. Now." He pushed Fleur's chair aside and stood before him, two inches taller. Harry wasn't a fighter, but he had at least twenty pounds of muscle and the experience of fighting Voldemort, something Ron's brother could only dream of. Besides, deep down, they both knew Bill was a damn coward.
Fear flashed in Bill's eyes, and he took a step back. "This has gone too far. Harry, you're my friend, my family, and we've considered you a brother since Hogwarts. Start acting like it. I let you into my home and treated you like a prince. And now you repay me by trying to steal my girl?"
On the other side of the pool, Amber and Chad froze, watching their showdown intently. Behind him, Harry felt the heavy gazes of Fleur, Gabrielle, and Daphne. Bill played his hand well. He removed physical violence as an option, playing the family card instead. But Bill didn't care about family. The only reason he allowed Harry to move in was Fleur's insistence. Fleur valued family, just like her sisters and cousins. Even Daphne, as haughty and icy as she was, never treated Gabrielle and Fleur with such blatant disdain. He had humiliated Harry so many times in the past that Harry lost count. Instead of responding to Bill, he turned to Daphne. "Sorry, Daphy. I didn't mean to bring our family drama to your house."
Daphne looked at him like a lioness eyeing her next meal. She smiled, flashing white teeth behind dark sunglasses. "It's not a party until there's some blood in the water. Don't worry about it, Harry."
"Thanks." He turned back to Bill. "Fleur is not an object to possess. I can't steal her any more than you can own her. She makes her own choices."
"Damn right," Gabrielle said from behind him. Harry glanced over his shoulder, surprised to see Gabrielle standing directly over him.
Gabrielle wrapped her arm around his waist and looked at Bill over her shoulder.
Harry squeezed her hand as the anger disappeared from Bill's face. He had him, and he knew it.
"Right," Bill said, heaving a long sigh. "Sorry, Fleur. Wear whatever you want."
The melodrama was another tactic Bill often used to play on Fleur's sympathy. In the past, when he used this tactic, Fleur would come to his defense. The question was, would she take the bait again?
"We should probably have a long talk when we get back to town," Fleur said. "Let's just enjoy ourselves for now, okay?"
He smiled half-heartedly and nodded. "Sure."
"Yo, Billmy," Chad said from the other side of the pool. "You want this mojito or what?"
Bill retreated to the bar as Gabrielle turned and high-fived her older sister. Another hour passed peacefully, and Amber took her place next to Daphne in the sunbathing section.
Gabrielle and Harry splashed around in the pool, and after a while, Fleur joined them. Even the Ice Princess herself removed her oversized hat and began to swim peacefully in the shallow pool, careful not to wet her hair.
Amber kept a healthy distance, but Harry could feel her eyes on him the entire time he was in the pool.
After cooling off, Gabrielle and Fleur took their places on loungers, where Harry applied sunscreen to Gabrielle, and Gabrielle applied sunscreen to Fleur.
"Harry, you promised to put sunscreen on my back," Daphne said. "And I'm pretty sure Bob doesn't give a damn," she said loud enough for Bill to hear.
Harry looked at Gabrielle, who smiled sweetly, without a hint of jealousy.
"I'd do what he asks," Gabrielle said. "I get mean when I don't get what I want."
Fleur laughed, and Daphne pushed her younger sister away, then sat on a chair next to Amber.
"Come on, darling. I won't bite," Daphne said, patting the lounger beside her.
Amber propped herself up on her elbows, her large, creamy breasts bouncing inside her tight bikini top. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear and watched as Harry approached them, his body glistening with water.
Amber licked her lips and looked along Harry's body, her eyes hungry. "You could be a model. Have you ever considered it?"
"Uhhh... no," Harry said, then chuckled. "He'll be a healer," Gabrielle said. Nothing escaped Gabrielle's notice. Harry glanced over his shoulder and winked, and she gave him a little peck. Daphne lifted a small tube of sunscreen and handed it to Harry. "Cover up everything and don't be shy. You tan easily." She stretched out on her stomach and rested her chin on her arms.
Her body, with smooth, flawless porcelain skin, seemed sculpted from marble and had more curves than Lombard Street. Her heart-shaped ass was soft, juicy, and pleasantly plump, without a hint of excess fat. She had MILF thick thighs and MILF juicy tits, and she had spent countless hours at the gym. She was a majestic combination of DNA and hard work, with a body worthy of a general surgeon's warning.
Harry took the sunscreen from Daphne and sat on the edge of the chair, just as he had done for Fleur over an hour ago. He gazed at the wondrous landscape of her pure perfection, and except for Fleur's golden complexion, Daphne and Fleur had the same body.
In the boys' corner, Bill and Chad downed five drinks each and slurped loudly, while Bob was still in the fridge somewhere deep in the lake house. Gabrielle and Fleur ignored Harry, rolling onto their stomachs, giving their asses equal time under the sun.
Only Amber watched his every move, but it didn't bother him. He squeezed a bit of sunscreen onto his palm, lathered it up, and leaned forward, covering Daphne's arms and back with a wet, glistening sheen. If she wanted him to massage her, she didn't say, so he kept the session as strictly professional as possible. But his cock didn't get the memo. It hardened in his swim trunks as he watched Daphne's ass wiggle under his strong hands.
She pulled her bikini bottoms into her slit and spread her legs. "Get everywhere," she said.
He shuddered, his body flooded with desire. It was only awkward if he let it be, right? Moving forward, he finished her back and slathered sunscreen on her cheeks, squeezing and kneading each one while his cock hardened like a diamond.
Daphne let out a soft moan and spread her legs. Her sweet camel toe bulged between her thighs, and the temptation to slide a finger along her slick mound almost overwhelmed him. She wanted him to do it. There was no doubt about that. The only question was how far he would go on the pool deck with the whole world watching.
But with Amber watching his every move, he didn't dare cross the point of no return. Amber was Bob's granddaughter and could rat him out if things got too wild. And if not her, then Bill certainly would. In the current situation, even the PG version quickly became truly dangerous.
He molded Daphne's ass between his open palms, squeezing and rubbing until her cheeks glistened with sunscreen. After squeezing another drop onto his palm, he spread balm on her hips and outer thighs, up the tendons behind her knees, then slid both hands high on her inner thighs. The warmth radiating from her pussy hit him like a sticky bun fresh out of the oven.
Daphne let out a louder moan, her voice trembling. She rolled her hips in small circles, pressing her bikini-clad pussy against his fingers.
He teased the golden MILF, sliding his index finger along her wet slit, eliciting a moan loud enough for her cousins to hear, but they gladly ignored it.
Amber looked at them. Her lips were parted, and her breaths were short and shallow. She shaded her eyes with sunglasses and sat on the lounge with a towel covering her buttocks, her hand buried beneath it.
He smirked slyly and returned to Daphne, sliding his thumbs between her spread legs, so close to her pussy that its warmth and wetness licked his thumbs. Daphne spread her legs wider and arched her hips, practically fucking the lounger.
