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Queens ch.12
🕑 Added 2023-09-05 11:48:57 +0000 UTCHarry furrowed his brow and slid off the couch, turning to face her. "Looks like you had a good time." Strands of Daphne's golden hair tumbl
Harry furrowed his brow and slid off the couch, turning to face her. "Looks like you had a good time."
Strands of Daphne's golden hair tumbled free from an intricate twist. Fine blonde strands floated above her cheeks, and her blue eyes seemed clouded from the haze of alcohol. But her breasts... wow. They drew Harry in with pure gravitational force, bouncing and quivering in her tight black dress like twin mountains of allure.
"I need your help," she mumbled, barely coherent, as she leaned forward, steadying herself on the couch. Her breasts nearly spilled out of her dress, revealing the edges of black lace cups.
"Maybe I should wake Gabrielle?" The beta male inside Harry spoke, while the alpha inside him kicked beta-Harry in the head.
Daphne shook her head. "I want you." She pointed at him, smirking as she curled her finger, drawing him closer. "Help me with this dress."
Harry swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as Daphne locked him in with her electrifying blue gaze. Alpha-Harry circled the couch, letting Daphne take his hand and lead him toward the stairs.
Her ascent up the stairs lacked grace, as she stumbled and bumped into the wall. She fell twice, laughing each time, her dress slipping lower on each occasion.
Harry wrapped an arm around her waist as Daphne draped her arm over his shoulder. "You're damn adorable," she slurred. "Hope Gabrielle fucks you good."
"Thanks." Harry swallowed, looking down into the valley between her breasts, where her bra had gained the upper hand, while her dress slid down partially.
When they reached the top floor, Daphne pointed to the left. "My room is that way."
"What about Bob?" Harry asked.
Daphne furrowed her brow. "Why do you want to go to his room?"
"His room?" Harry helped Daphne down the hallway, trying to keep her quiet and calm, passing by Lane's room.
Daphne laughed. "You don't seriously think I'm sleeping with him?"
She was loud. Too loud. They reached the end of the hallway where Daphne pushed open a door, and Harry helped her inside.
"Take off my dress," she commanded, hovering by the bed. "Daphne, I don't think..." Harry began.
"Take it off." She shouted loudly enough to wake the dead.
"Quiet," Harry whispered. "You'll wake up Lane."
"Stop arguing," she muttered, turning her back to him. "I can't fucking unzip this dress."
As Harry stood behind her, his hands trembled.
He breathed in her scent, a mix of alcohol and jasmine. She was in no state for anything other than sleep, and he had no intention of taking advantage of her. Carefully, he undid her zipper, allowing the dress to cascade freely around her ankles.
Daphne's hourglass figure stood before him, utterly flawless in every way. Black lace panties adorned her heart-shaped, shapely rear, while pink trim peeked from the edges of her bra, barely containing her large, beautiful breasts.
She turned to him and removed her hairpin. Thick, lush blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders in shiny waves. Daphne crawled onto the bed and looked at Harry. "Take off my stockings."
"I should call Gabrielle," Harry said. "This isn't right. Your cousin is my girlfriend."
Daphne rolled her eyes and focused on the buckle of Harry's belt. "I want to fuck you, not marry you."
"I've got her. You can wait downstairs," Gabrielle said from behind Harry.
He turned, his heart leaping into his throat. "Gab, I didn't..."
She gave him a sweet smile. "I know you didn't, love. I heard everything." She walked up to him and kissed his cheek gently. "I'll be right down."
Thirty minutes later, Harry pulled his grandfather's old Mercedes out of the driveway with Gabrielle by his side. "I'm sorry about this," Gabrielle said. "She's not in a good place."
"Clearly," Harry replied.
"What did she say after I left?" Harry asked.
"She apologized, then cried," Gabrielle said as they drove away from the house. "She was so drunk I didn't even understand half of what she was saying."
"Are you mad at me?" Harry asked, worried that Gabrielle's jealousy might erupt at the worst possible time.
Gabrielle turned to him, her eyes not revealing any anger. "No," she shrugged. "I feel sorry for her more than anything. Maybe you should've helped her."
Harry's jaw dropped. "Are you serious?"
"She's lonely," Gabrielle said. "She's my cousin, and I care about her. Does that make me twisted?"
"That's an unusual request," Harry said. "Especially after what happened with Tracey."
Gabrielle turned and looked out the front window. "My family is different. Her voice sounded distant and empty.
Harry hadn't told Gabrielle about what happened with Fleur that night she kissed him. He didn't want any secrets between them. "Love, I need to tell you something."
Gabrielle furrowed her brows. "Please, no bad news. Is it about Fleur? That night she... she kissed you?"
"Did she?" Gabrielle's body relaxed. "Yes. Do you know about it?"
"Love, in our family, we have no secrets."
"Are you angry at her or at me?"
Gabrielle shook her head. "Harry, every time you look at me, I feel how much you love me." She leaned in and gently kissed his lips. "We're fine. In fact, we're rock solid. I've locked jealous Gabrielle in a box and thrown away the key. You and I are forever."
Harry exhaled, releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding and squeezed Gabrielle's hand. "Well, that's a relief." But did jealous Gabrielle really get locked away? What would happen if she came face to face with Tracey again? And how could he ever rise to the challenge if he did? It was one thing for Gabrielle to let him fool around with Tracey, and quite another to ask her to join in.
The next morning, Gabrielle woke Harry with a kiss. When he opened his eyes, he saw her leaning over him, already dressed for work. "Love, Fleur is making eggs for breakfast," she said, kissing him again on the lips. "I'll grab something quick before you leave. You can join us if you want." She looked incredibly attractive in a navy skirt and a white silk blouse. Her dark, glossy hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her scent—a blend of exotic flowers with a hint of warm vanilla—cleared away any remnants of sleep from Harry's mind. He reached out, tracing his fingers along Gabrielle's calf muscles and hooked his fingers around the back of her knee. "I'm starving, gaping at breakfast, and dying of hunger." He pulled her closer, hoping to relieve the tension in his stiffening erection.
Gabrielle giggled and resisted Harry's gentle tug. "I can't play this morning. I have a presentation. He got up, and the sheets fell, revealing his toned torso and six-pack abs. "You must have every guy at work drooling over you. You're a total smoke show."
Gabrielle's cheeks turned pink, and her gaze lingered on Harry's chiseled chest. She sighed and licked her lips. "God, you look so damn good." She shook her head. "No, I can't. She let out a frustrated little growl. "Tonight, you, me, and a bottle of wine on the rooftop," she said. "I want to spend some time with my man. And don't worry, even if guys want to hit on me at work, nobody messes with the sexual harassment policies. It's strictly business, honey."
"You have the day off," Harry said. "Speaking of rooftops, are you free tomorrow night? I promised my granddad I'd watch a match with him, and I'd love for you to join."
Gabrielle's eyes lit up, and she leaned forward, pressing her knee onto the bed before giving him a slow, tender kiss. "Wild horses couldn't stop me." She kissed him again, running her tongue along his. "And now, shake that booty and have breakfast with your girl."
He slipped on shorts and a shirt before joining Gabrielle and Fleur in the kitchen. He also found his brother in his usual spot at the table, paying more attention to his phone than anything else.
But what truly caught Harry's attention was Fleur, braless and wearing only a thin, pink nightshirt with a deep neckline. Her breasts swayed and bounced beneath the delicate fabric, and her stiff nipples pierced through the fabric like twin rapiers. The nightshirt barely covered her backside, revealing almost all of her smooth, toned legs.
The cherry on top was Fleur's white cotton panties, clearly visible through the loose pink top.
His cock twitched, hardening in an instant, and a pulse quickened in his temples.
Fleur's disheveled blond hair, tousled from a sleepless night, cascaded onto her shoulders, with unruly strands falling across her forehead and cheeks. Despite the lack of makeup and bed-head hair, she was undeniably attractive. It gnawed at Harry that his friend's brother was having sex with her.
Gabrielle took a seat across from Bill, nibbling on a bagel, and gave a familiar smile as Harry openly ogled her older sister.
"Good morning, Harry," Fleur said, turning her light blue eyes towards him, giving him a soft smile. "How about some eggs?"
"Fleur, you don't have to make me scrambled eggs," Harry said. "I'll have a bagel with Gabrielle."
"Don't you have a whole day of school and a long practice?" Fleur asked.
Harry furrowed his brow. "Yes, but you don't have to..." she raised her hand. "Just tell me, or I'll guess." "Scrambled eggs," he said, grinning playfully, gazing at her incredible breasts bouncing and jiggling in front of him, as only natural breasts could.
Fleur seemed to be putting on a show. She walked a small distance between them and stopped in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders. This caused her breasts to bounce, and his erection stiffened in his shorts. "Sit down, and I'll get you a cup of coffee." She leaned forward, pressing a sisterly kiss onto his cheek.
Harry's thoughts weren't brotherly as he watched Fleur's plump bottom bounce and sway in full view. If his brother noticed the display his stunning girlfriend was putting on, he didn't seem to mind. He returned to his usual self, with his hair neatly combed and a well-tied tie. Ignoring Harry, he was busy with something that appeared to be a crucial table for his work. Harry sat down next to Gabrielle, leaned in, and kissed her on the lips. "Good morning, love. You look stunning."
Gabrielle brightened with a smile. "Thanks," she said. "I hope this new outfit pays off during the presentation. We're bidding for a new account, and I'm on top of the whole thing."
"Good for you," Fleur said. "I'm sure you'll nail it." "Let's hope so," Gabrielle said.
"How was your night?" Fleur picked up her empty coffee cup and the nearby carafe.
"Lane was great," Gabrielle said. "But Daph was so wasted, hitting on Harry."
Fleur placed the coffee cup on the table in front of Harry and leaned over, pouring the steaming coffee from the carafe into the waiting cup. She placed one hand on his shoulder and leaned forward so much that the front of her nightshirt gaped wide open. The result was an entirely uninterrupted view straight down her bra.
Neither Gabrielle nor Bill noticed it, but Harry had a front-row seat to the most amazing show on Earth. His heart leapt to his throat, and his stomach twisted in knots. Fleur had told him that she liked it when he ogled her breasts, and he couldn't help wondering if the entire breakfast was a performance just for him. He threw a long, unfiltered gaze down her bra and suppressed a gasp.
For the first time, he looked at Fleur's legendary breasts. They were large and round, with pink areolas the size of silver dollars and thick nipples long enough to poke an eye out. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she moved and pressed them together, creating a fleeting cleavage bloom before they settled back down, swaying inward. Fleur did nothing to conceal her gaze, and he seemed content to look at her. His cock hardened to the point of discomfort, and he resisted the urge to reach out and fondle one of her large, beautiful breasts.
She was in no hurry with the coffee, gripping his arm as she did. "I got some of that sweet Italian cream you like. Want some?"
His heart raced so fast he could barely speak, and his mouth turned to the consistency of dry paste. "Yes, please."
