Fleur and Gabrielle 2 by Imouto Kitten

With the Death of Tom Riddle at the Battle of Hogwarts, peace had 
returned to Wizarding Britain, and while trials were still on going for 
the Death Eaters who survived the second war and much rebuilding 
remained, Fleur Weasley nee Delacour was enjoying married life now that 
the specter of death no longer hung over her friends and family living 
north of the channel. To add to her good mood, her beloved little 
sister, Gabrielle, having recently finished her first year at 
Beauxbatons, was spending the summer at Shell Cottage.

Bill and his fellow Gringotts curse breakers were being kept quite busy 
thanks to the number of properties belonging to Death Eaters the 
Ministry had confiscated under Interim Minister Shacklebolt and had been 
marked for thorough investigation for any remaining dark artefacts, and 
as duty calls, Bill had already left the cottage for the day, leaving 
the sisters alone for some girl time.

Fleur is sitting at her vanity in only a matching set of dark blue 
lingerie, combing her long, silvery hair when she hears a feminine voice 
call out, "Sister."

Turning around, Fleur answers with a smile, "Yes, Gabby?" as her eyes 
land upon her shorter doppelganger wearing nothing but a pair of blue 
and white striped panties and a white midriff top held up by little more 
than string and so thin it does nothing to conceal Gabrielle's lack of a 
bra or the younger girl's erect nipples. With a strut that would put 
runway models to shame, the shorter girl approaches her older sister 
before climbing in Fleur's lap, clasping her hands behind the taller 
girl's neck and contorting her flawless body to cross her ankles between 
Fleur's shoulder blades.

Grinding her crotch against the growing bulge in the older girl's 
panties, the dampness of her arousal soaking through both of their 
underwear, Gabrielle says huskily, "Sister, my loins ache for a lover's 
attention! Ze boys at school, the older ones avoid me, calling me 
'urtful zings like 'alf-breed and jailbait unless I 'it zem so 'ard with 
ze allure zat zey are reduced to drooling morons, and ze younger boys 
'ave no stamina, some of zem shooting zeir load before zey even get all 
ze way inside moi. A few of the girls are decent with their tongues, but 
I 'aven't 'ad a proper pounding since your bachelorette party!"

Smiling down at her sister, Fleur replies teasingly, "My, my, sounds 
like my little sister has been quite a naughty girl during her first 
year at Beauxbatons. Lucky for you, my husband, attentive lover though 
he is, has left me wanting for the pleasures of another girl's flesh..." 
Her smile turning devilish, she adds, "But I think I'll make my naughty, 
little sister work for it." Grabbing her wand from the vanity, Fleur 
pushes Gabrielle off her lap as she silently casts a cushioning charm to 
break the shorter girl's fall. A few more silent spells and Gabrielle 
finds herself kneeling in front of Fleur, hands tied behind her back, 
ankles bound together and knees held apart by magic.

Reaching for her hips, Fleur pulls at the ties of her panties, the bows 
gracefully coming undone and the Veela Queen's erect member springing 
forth as it is released from its silken confines. The sight of her 
sister's erecction fills Gabrielle with longing, the younger quarter 
veela's pupil's dilating as she unconsciously licks her lips and her 
striped panties grow a few shades darker with her juices.

Smiling at the reaction she's having on her little sister, Fleur speaks, 
"Why don't we start by seeeing if you remember how to properly use that 
cute little mouth of yours on a real cock after months of playing with 
little boys." Wrapping a dainty hand around her shaft, the older girl 
brings her tip to the younger's lips, all but forcing Gabrielle to kiss 
it. Eager to please, and hopeful that her big sister will reward her 
exquisitely, Gabby closes the last few millimeters to kiss Fleur's tip 
before parting her lips to take the older girl's cockhead into her 
mouth, the younger witch's jaw stretching on account of Fleur's girth 
being far greater than that of any of the Beauxbaton boys who managed to 
earn such a gift from the little sister of their school's Triwizard 
Champion.

Twirling her tongue around Fleur's tip, Gabby glances up to see the 
older veela remove her bra and start fondling her breasts, making the 
younger wish she could do the same as the older sister comments, "You 
certainly haven't lost your touch at giving head, but you know it'll 
take more than that to satisfy one of your queens." With those words, 
Gabby starts bobbing her head, taking an extra centimeter or so into her 
mouth with every repetition.

When she's taken half of Fleur into her mouth, Gabrielle feels her 
sister's tip at her throat, something that none of the boys she granted 
the honor of fellatio to at school were well endowed enough to 
accomplish. Closing her eyes, Gabby focuses on suppressing her gag 
reflex while trying to ignore the burning in her loins as she slowly 
swallows Fleur's member bit-by-bit.

Moaning softly as her member slides down her little sister's throat, 
Fleur runs a hand through the shorter girl's silvery locks as she 
compliments, "Zat feels wonderful, Gabby. I zink my little sister 
deserves a reward for being such a good little cocksucker." Reaching a 
foot between the younger girl's thighs, Fleur runs her big toe along 
Gabrielle's slit, the wet cotton of the younger veela's panties clinging 
to her every nook and cranny. This makes the younger girl moan around 
her sister's shaft, and both hoping for greater stimulation and fearing 
loss of stimulation, Gabby redoubles her efforts to please Fleur, 
resuming her head bobbing and repeatedly swallowing around the veela 
meat in her throat.

Fleur says nothing for quite some time, letting her moans and the vigor 
with which she rubs her sister through her panties serve as the only 
feedback she uses to show her appreciation of Gabby's efforts, and when 
she approaches climax, the older veela offers no warning before shooting 
her load down the younger veela's throat. Despite this, the younger girl 
effortlessly swallows all of Fleur's seed without any sign of gagging, 
even as the older veela holds Gabrielle's head in place to prevent her 
from pulling back to get a taste.

Once spent, Fleur pulls her member from Gabby's mouth before leaning 
down, placing a finger under the kneeling girl's chin and tilting the 
bound girl's head back so they lock eyes as the older sister speaks, 
"Zat was an excellent performance, Gabby." Rubbing a bit more at Gabby's 
panties with her foot, Fleur adds, "And as wet as your panties are, I 
must commend you for staying in human form zis long." Pointing her wand, 
Fleur casts a silent finite, not only freeing the younger girl from her 
bindings, but causing the flimsy top Gabrielle is wearing to vanish, 
revealing that it had been conjured. Smiling, Fleur comments, "HOw 
convenient, I was hoping to spend some time admiring my cute, little 
sister in nothing but those cute, little panties."

As Fleur helps her to her feet, a lightly blushing Gabby replies, "Zank 
you for the compliments, sister."

Leading Gabrielle by the hand, Fleur crosses the room and has her sister 
stand on a wooden stool situated between three large mirrors that span 
floor to ceiling.

Conjuring a pitcher made of the most delicate of glass, Fleur declares, 
"Let's see if you have maintained the poise worthy of a Delacour woman." 
Before filling the vessel with water and levitating it upon Gabrielle's 
head. As Fleur examines her little sister and her many reflections from 
numerous angles, she drills the younger girl on various poses and moves 
from their favorite ballets, both magical and muggle, the shorter girl 
executing every twirl, crouch, bow, and leg lift flawlessly, without so 
much as disturbing the still surface of the water in the container 
balanced on her head or moving her feet away from the stool's center.

After some time, Fleur claps her hands and says, "Brava! Brava! My 
darling little sister is growing into a lovely, little lady, and a very 
graceful one at zat. I bet you had ze little firstie boys tripping over 
zemselves for your attention, and some of ze second and third years as 
well. Now, I want you to stand facing ze center mirror with arms out to 
your sides and your legs slightly parted." As Gabby does as instructed, 
Fleur comes up behind the shorter girl and parts the younger girl's 
long, silvery locks. Pressing her breasts and erection against her 
younger sister's shoulder blades and rump respectively, Fleur reaches 
around to fondle the younger veela's breasts.

Moaning softly under Fleur's ministrations, Gabrielle shows the first 
signs of having any trouble keeping the pitcher of water perfectly 
still, the water rippling as her sister whispers in her ear, "You're 
chest is developing quite nicely. I look forward to ze day I can teach 
you how to use your breasts to bring a boy or a queen to climax." 
Kneeling behind her sister, Fleur slides her index fingers into the gap 
formed by Gabby's waistband as it bridges the valley of her butt, and 
sliding the digits along the waistband to the girl's hips, starts to 
slowly slide the garment down the twelve-year-old's flawless, well-toned 
thighs and legs. When the garment reaches Gabby's ankles, she lifts 
first one foot and then the other to allow Fleur to remove the garment 
completely.

Still kneeling, Fleur spends several minutes in silent admiration of 
Gabrielle's perfect half moons before cupping one in each hand and 
commenting, "I've missed being able to fondle zis tight, little ass of 
yours, Gabby." before giving each buttock a quick kiss and giving one of 
them a sharp smack with her palm. The shock of her sister's strike 
throws off Gabby's balance, the pitcher tipping dangerously close to 
spilling, but she manages to regain control just in time. Pretending to 
ignore her sister's near failure, Fleur glances between Gabby's thighs 
as she adds, "and your glistening girlhood looks as inviting as ever!"

Standing up, Fleur decides to have some mercy on her little sister, 
vanishing the pitcher and its contents and telling her, "Relax, little 
sister." Gripping Gabrielle's hips, Fleur slides her member between the 
younger girl's thighs, eliciting a cry of pleasure when her member 
grazes the younger veela's clit.

Molding herself against her sister's back and noticing how their 
position makes it look like the cock belongs to Gabby in the mirror, 
Fleur whispers in the shorter girl's ear, "You would've made an 
absolutely adorable veela queen, Gabby. It's a shame you weren't blessed 
like Grandmother, Mother, or moi." Tightening her grip on Gabrielle's 
hips, Fleur starts thrusting, the younger girl instinctively pressing 
her thighs together around her older sister's member in response.

Finding Fleur's actions as torturous as they are pleasurable, Gabrielle 
begs between moans, "Pl-Please, sister! Stop teasing me and fill me with 
that big, magnificent veela cock!"

Showing no sign of changing what she's doing, Fleur replies, "Be 
patient, my darling, little sister. I'll stuff zat hot, little box of 
yours soon enough." 

Realizing she won't make Fleur change her mind, Gabby reaches for the 
member sticking out from between her thighs, hoping to make her sister 
climax sooner and hoping to use the leverage to increase the friction 
against her girlhood, only to have her hand smacked by the older girl. 
Gabby then tries fondling her breasts with similar results. The younger 
veela eventually settles for gripping Fleur's wrists as the older girl 
continues thrusting between Gabrielle's thighs.

When Fleur climaxes, hugging her sister tightly against herself, her 
seed shoots forth in several long spurts that plaster Gabrielle's 
reflection in the thick, gooey liquid. Fleur conjures a wide mouthed wine 
glass before levitating her warm, sweet essence into the glass, filling 
it near the brim.

Seeing Gabby licking her lips and staring at the glass of veela seed in 
the mirror, Fleur crosses one arm over her sister's chest and holds the 
vessel just far enough from the younger girl's face that even an 
outstretched tongue isn't enough to get a taste as she asks, "Does my 
darling, little sister want to drink my seed?"

Begging, Gabrielle replies, "YES! Please, let me have that delectable 
nectar! Sister's seed is so delicious unlike zat salty stuff the boys at 
school make!" As soon as Fleur brings the glass to Gabby's lips, the 
younger girl starts to greedily guzzle the thick, sweet, and addictive 
seed as if she were dying of thirst and the glass was the only source of 
water left on earth, too lost in the wonderful taste to notice Fleur's 
silent refilling charms, and it is only when Gabby starts to get a tummy 
ache from overindulging that she stops.

Vanishing the glass and its remaining contents, Fleur comments, "I zink 
it's time I gave my sister what she's been waiting zese many months 
for." and with that, Fleur withdraws most of the way from between 
Gabby's thighs, only to thrust forward at a very different angle in 
order to bury herself all the way to Gabby's cervix, both sisters crying 
out in bliss as they fully reunite for the first time since before the 
elder's wedding.

Feeling Gabby clench and unclench around her, Fleur comments, "Nice to 
know zat you haven't let your internal muscles grow lazy while we were 
apart." Cupping one of the younger girl's breasts while her other hand 
goes for her sister's clit, Fleur gives Gabby a few initial thrusts as 
she asks, "How do I compare with zose little boys you let fuck you at 
school?"

"Zere tiny cocks are absolutely worthless compare to the magnificence of 
big sister's penis! I was a fool for lettting zem anywhere near my 
pussy! Please, please fuck me until I forget ze shame of letting such 
worthless boys fuck me instead of remaining faithful to my queen and 
sister!" cries Gabby, throwing constraint out the window.

Starting to fuck her little sister in earnest, Fleur replies, "As beings 
of sexuality, abstinence doesn't come easy to our kind, and coupled with 
ze war making it too dangerous for you to visit during holidays zis 
past year, I can't blame you for seeking other partners. Zerefore, I'll 
forgive you if you can satisfy your queen."

Placing her hands on the mirror in front of her and pushing back against 
the cock buried in her depths, Gabrielle replies, "Yes sister, zere is 
nothing I want more zan to soar to ze greatest heights of ecstacy with 
my beloved sister! Please, fuck me to your heart's content!"

Picking up her pace, Fleur replies, "It makes me so happy to hear my 
darling, little sister so eager for my attentions."

After several minutes, Fleur can feel Gabby's cervix starting to dilate 
and asks, "Gabby, ze opening to your womb is starting to open, do you 
want me to penetrate you so deeply?"

Willing her cervix to open further to allow Fleur easier access, Gabby 
replies between pants, "Yes, sister, I want to feel you filling my 
innermost sanctum! Please, Please fuck my womb!" With those words, Fleur 
thrusts deeper than before, her cockhead passing through the inner ring 
of muscle Gabrielle had spread in invitation, only for the younger 
veela's cervix to seal itself around the collar of Fleur's member, 
trapping the older girl in her sister's womb.

It isn't much longer before Fleur is announcing, "Gabby, I'm going to 
cum soon!"

"Me too!" replies Gabrielle, "Please sister, pour all of your love into 
me! Fill me to bursting with your virile, veela seed!" and with those 
words, Fleur's member erupts for the third time that day, more 
powerfully and with greater volume than when she shot down her sister's 
throat or splattered her load on the mirror, Gabby trembling in climax 
as well, her passage convulsing to milk her older sister of every drop. 
Thanks to the seal formed by Gabby's cervix, not a drop leaks out, and 
as Fleur's seed has nowhere else to go, the younger girl's womb balloons 
out somewhat to accomodate it's new found contents.

When both sisters have recovered from there climaxes, Gabrielle looks 
down to find her cum inflated womb giving her the look of a pregnant 
woman just starting to show.

Rubbing the cum bulge with a hand, basking in the sensation of having so 
much of her sister's seed inside her, Gabby looks up to lock eyes with 
Fleur as she confesses, "Big sister, I didn't take my contraceptive 
potion for zis month." Smiling widely, she adds, "And today is ze day 
I should ovulate without said potion."

Returning her smile, Fleur comments, "What a naughty girl my little 
sister is! Was zis all a plot to trick me into getting you pregnant?"

"NO!" cries Gabby at the accusation, "I really have been longing for you 
to fuck me and give me ze satisfaction none of ze boys at school could, 
but I do hope one of sister's little swimmers catch my egg and zat 
sister won't make me take a miscarriage potion."

Rubbing the cum bulge herself, Fleur replies, "I would never dream of 
letting you take such a foul potion! Zough I do wish you had been 
upfront with your desire to have my baby." Smiling widely, Fleur adds, 
"I bet seeing your school robes draped over your baby bump and ze glow 
of approaching motherhood combined with ze allure will make all ze 
little boys at school quite envious of ze one who put a bun in your 
oven." Fleur's happy expression turning devious, she adds, "but I zink 
you still need a little punishment for not telling me of your fertility 
before I pumped you full of my virile seed." With that, Fleur pulls out 
of Gabrielle, the girl's cervix contracting to keep Fleur's seed from 
spilling out. Grabbing her wand and pressing the tip to Gabby's navel, 
Fleur silently casts a multiplication spell on the contents of her 
little sister's womb, the bulge starting to expand, Gabby needing to sit 
down on the stool to avoid falling from the added weight. When the bulge 
stops growing, Fleur comments, "Zat is how big mother was right before 
you were born."

"So zis is what I'll look like when I'm ready to give birth to big 
sister's child?" Asks Gabby, rubbing circles on her distended belly with 
both hands.

"Perhaps." replies Fleur before helping Gabrielle to her feet and 
helping the shorter girl to the loo to drain her womb of excess liquid 
and get cleaned up.

After a long, relaxing bath to recover from the exertion of their 
activity, the sisters, wearing matching dressing gowns in Beauxbaton 
Blue, sit down to a light lunch. As they're discussing their plans for 
the rest of the day, the hearth comes to life with green flames, Bill's 
head floating among them.

"Good afternoon, husband," greets Fleur, "Will you be joining us for 
lunch?"

"'fraid not," replies Bill, "today's work site is proving quite 
difficult. My team and I will probably have to work late into the 
evening if not overnight. Just giving you a call while I've got the 
chance so you don't worry if I miss supper and tell you not to wait up."

"Zat is okay." replies Fleur, "I'm sure Gabby and I will be fine on our 
own. Just be safe."

A smile crossing his scarred face, Bill replies, "Will do." and with 
that, the fire call ends and the hearth is extinguished.

"Well Gabby," starts Fleur, "Looks like we might be sleeping together tonight."

"I would like zat," replies Gabby, "but can we go swimming in ze ocean 
this afternoon?"