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Gabrielle stood with her hands on her hips, her blonde hair tied in a messy bun and her green eyes sparkling with mischief. She held a towel in her hands and offered it to Harry with a knowing smile.
"Here," she said as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "You might want to clean that up."
She gestured to his belly, smiling at the sight of the pearly cum smeared on his abdomen.
"Shit, Gabrielle!" Harry choked out, grabbing the towel from her and covering his still-erect penis. "What the fuck were you doing sneaking around like that?"
"I wasn't sneaking!" Gabrielle protested. "I just saw you having a good time and didn't want to interrupt."
"How long were you watching me?"
"From the first stroke to that messy finish," Gabrielle laughed. "You must have been really pent up, Harry. Your cock was like a fucking geyser! You came so hard, you probably lost a few brain cells. Better watch out; some of your gray matter might be mixed in with all that baby batter."
Harry had to fight not to laugh with Gabrielle. She always had a loud sense of humor. Truth be told, knowing that she had secretly watched his masturbation turned him on immensely. His face was red with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the excitement he felt in her presence.
"Sneaking," he muttered again, frowning theatrically as he wiped himself clean, making sure to cover his erect cock.
As Harry cleaned up, Gabrielle sat beside him in the lounge area. He finally got a good look at her and was stunned by what he saw. Gabrielle had always been beautiful, but her body had been hidden under baggy clothes. Despite that, she had always been self-conscious about her looks, especially compared to her gorgeous sister, Fleur.
But now? It was as if he was looking at an entirely new person. Since he had last seen her, Gabrielle had shed her teenage fat and gained muscle. The loose hoodies she preferred had been replaced with a tight t-shirt tied under her ample breasts, revealing a flat and toned stomach. A diamond stud gleamed prettily in her navel. Gabrielle's legs were well-muscled and shapely, fully displayed under the gauzy sarong she had tied around her waist. Her wide hips and thick ass made her look like one of those pin-up models from the 1950s, the kind you'd see painted on the nose of some fighter jets during World War II.
But it was Gabrielle's face that truly shocked Harry. With the baby fat gone, her high cheekbones and full lips highlighted the bright green eyes she shared with her sister. Gabrielle was only 5'6" to Fleur's 5'10", but in every other way, she looked like a younger version of her sister, right down to the freckles sprinkled across her nose. Gabrielle was only 24, but her resemblance to Harry's ex-wife shook him deeply. Looking at Gabrielle was like looking at the girl he had married ten years earlier.
Gabrielle noticed him staring. She tilted her head, smiling at him quizzically.
"Uh... so, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, forcing himself to look away from Fleur's younger sibling.
"I just wanted to welcome you home, Harry. I want to hear all about your adventures in Thailand."
"There's a lot to tell," he replied. "But you didn't have to come all this way just to welcome me back."
"I didn't have to come far at all," she said. "I've been staying at the guest house nearby. I've been cleaning and maintaining the main house and estate for you."
"Really? I didn't know you were here," Harry said, genuinely surprised. "How long have you been living here?"
"About six months. Didn't you know?"
"The lawyer mentioned there was a caretaker here while I was away. I didn't know it was you."
"After Fleur moved her things out, I thought the house-elf might need some help keeping this place up. Rather than hiring a stranger, I volunteered. He agreed."
Harry's heart sank at the mention of Fleur. "How's Fleur doing?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Well, she's living with Blaise now," Gabrielle said hesitantly.
"Blaise?" Harry asked, feeling a wave of disbelief.
"Yeah," Gabrielle continued, clearly unhappy with her sister's choices. "He's a part-time male model. He's 22, so a lot younger than her. Even younger than me."
"Thirteen years younger," Harry muttered, feeling a wave of sorrow. Blaise? She left me for him?
Gabrielle seemed to sense his pain. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. Her body pressed warmly against his. Despite the comforting gesture, Harry couldn't help but feel a deep arousal from the contact with her.
"I'm so sorry," she murmured. "You didn't deserve this, Harry."
"Thanks, Gabrielle," he replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. He pulled back, looking into her eyes. "I really appreciate you being here. It's good to see a familiar face after being away for so long."
As they sat there, their bodies still close, Harry was acutely aware of the tension between them. It felt like electricity, buzzing just beneath the surface. And although he knew it was wrong, he couldn't stop desiring her, this beautiful girl who looked so much like his ex-wife but was entirely her own person.
Gabrielle cleared her throat, her eyes dropping as they sat together in silence.
"Did I mention how amazing you look?" Gabrielle asked, cheerfully breaking the awkward silence between them. "You look like a new Harry!"
"Thanks," he said, soaking in her appreciative gaze. "Clean living and exercise work wonders."
"Apparently so! You've got muscles on top of muscles. You look like you're ready to star in an action movie."
"You look amazing too," he said. "What happened to you, Gabrielle?"
Gabrielle struck a playful pose, batting her eyelashes. "Clean living and exercise work wonders," she said, mimicking his voice. "Do you like what you see?"
"To any man. You've changed completely."
"Does that mean I'm not fat anymore?" Gabrielle teased.
"It's more than that," he said seriously. "You're fucking radiant, Gabrielle."
Gabrielle patted his shoulder and looked away, trying to hide the blush spreading across her cheeks. Gabrielle was not used to male attention like her sister was. Growing up in Fleur's shadow, she had always struggled with her self-esteem. Now that she had blossomed into an incredibly sexy young woman, it was fascinating to watch her adjust to this new reality.
With a shy smile, Gabrielle stood up and stretched her curvy body. "God, I'm dying for a dip," she said. "This pool has been my oasis all summer. Not only is the water fresh and cool, but the privacy here is a nice bonus."
Gabrielle looked at Harry with a mischievous smile as she removed her shirt and sarong. His eyes widened as he realized she didn't intend to stop there. Within moments, she stood before him completely naked.
"I figured, since I've already seen you naked, everything is fair game," she said.
"I'm not going to argue with that," he replied with a grin. He was shocked by Gabrielle's transformation. She had always been chubby and shy around him, hiding her body under shapeless clothes. But now, her newfound confidence was evident as she revealed her astonishingly lush new figure. Her breasts were full, round, and firm, with twin nipples as hard as pebbles. Her nipples and areolas were larger and darker than Fleur's, making Gabrielle's nudity even more erotic for him.
Unlike Fleur, who kept her pussy bare and smooth, Gabrielle had a neatly trimmed patch of blonde curls above her mound, the hair glistening in the sunlight. Seeing Gabrielle standing there, so vulnerable yet so confident, made Harry's blood boil, and his cock stiffened again.
Gabrielle saw his gaze fixated on her pussy. She playfully ran her fingers through her pubic hair. "I thought about getting waxed, but I'm afraid of the pain. What do you think? Should I keep it?"
"I think you should," he replied. "I like it."
"Me too."
Gabrielle bent over, giving Harry a full view of her swaying breasts as she reached under the lounge chair. "Could you put some sunscreen on my back?" she asked sweetly, handing him the bottle. "I'll take care of the front."
"Sure," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to maintain control.
Gabrielle had already seen him cum all over his belly, but this simple request created an erotic tension between them that was even more charged. As he applied sunscreen to his hands, Gabrielle turned her back to him, offering the warm expanse of her smooth skin. Freckles adorned her shoulders, and a few golden hairs lay on her damp neck.
Struggling to keep his breathing steady, Harry gently placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed the sunscreen into her skin. He shifted uncomfortably, his cock aching as his fingers glided over Gabrielle's soft body, moving lower and lower down her back until he reached the top of her ass.
"That feels nice," Gabrielle sighed as he massaged the lotion into her firm cheeks, his thumbs spreading her just enough that he could see the tight ring of her asshole and the folds of her moist pussy.
I can't believe this is happening, Harry thought as Gabrielle rubbed herself with the lotion, smoothing it over her breasts and stomach.
"Thanks," Gabrielle murmured, turning to him with a warm smile. "Now I'm ready for a swim."
She giggled, stepping away from him and gracefully diving into the pool. He watched her toned body slice through the water, feeling both entranced and bewildered. He had never had any sexual thoughts about Gabrielle before, but now he couldn't stop desiring her. Why was she offering herself to him now, right after he had divorced her older sister? Was this something she had planned, or was Gabrielle acting on instinct?
While Gabrielle swam, Harry took a moment to process his desires and fantasies. He couldn't deny how much he wanted her. The thought of their bodies entwined made his cock throb. But she was Fleur's younger sister, and that made everything far more complicated. Her resemblance to his ex-wife only intensified his confusion.
"Harry?" Gabrielle called, interrupting his thoughts. "Why don't you join me? The water is amazing!"
"Maybe in a bit," he replied, trying to keep his voice casual, struggling to sort through the whirlwind of emotions flooding him. The seductive tone in her voice only heightened his arousal, making it even harder to resist the temptation.
As he watched Gabrielle splash around in the pool, he couldn't help but wonder—could he really take this sexual opportunity with his ex-wife's younger sister? Was it worth the complications it would undoubtedly bring? Most importantly, did Gabrielle desire him, or was she just playing with his loneliness?
Minutes passed slowly as Harry Potter sat by the pool, still covering his cock with the towel Gabrielle had given him. He could have easily slipped back into his clothes or at least his underwear, but he preferred to stay as naked as Gabrielle. The sense of possibility was too tempting to resist.
The sun cast a warm glow on Gabrielle's glistening body as she finally emerged from the pool, water cascading down her curves. She reached for the towel Harry had used earlier, quickly exposing his penis again. He didn't bother to hide from her, allowing Gabrielle to see his cock pressed against his thigh.
"That's the towel I used to dry off," Harry informed her.
With a playful smile, she joked, "I'll try to avoid the sticky spots."
"Very funny," he replied, enjoying the way she stared at his cock. Once again, he was getting hard just from looking at her. His cock swelled under Gabrielle's gaze.
"Sorry," he laughed. "I can't help it."
"No worries, Harry. I take it as a compliment."
Gabrielle handed the towel back to him after drying herself off. They both dropped any pretense of modesty, and Harry openly ogled her stunning figure as she lay on the lounge chair next to him.
"Hey, do you remember when Fleur tried to make her own wine?" Gabrielle asked suddenly, giggling at the memory of the disastrous result.
"Ugh, yeah! It tasted like someone stomped on rotten grapes with dirty socks," Harry laughed, joining in the reminiscing.
They talked pleasantly about their shared past, recalling incidents when Gabrielle had joined Fleur and Harry for lazy summer meals by the pool. Even then, Gabrielle's love for The Pearl had been evident.
"Are you still working at that restaurant?" Harry asked.
"I am," Gabrielle nodded. "Since we reopened, we've had more customers than we can handle. Price hikes and a streamlined menu haven't stopped people from booking tables. I think folks just want to get out and enjoy themselves."
"I know the feeling," Harry said.
"Do you have any plans now that you're back home?" Gabrielle asked.
"Honestly, I don't know yet," Harry said. "I think I'm just taking it one day at a time."
"One day at a time sounds like a good plan to me," she said with a smile. "Guess what?"
"What?"
"I made you a welcome home meal!" Gabrielle said, clapping her hands. "Maybe you should hop in the shower and get dressed while I finish preparing it?"
"Really?" Harry asked, surprised by her thoughtfulness. "That's very kind of you, Gabrielle."
"Of course! As you know, I've always loved cooking," she smiled.
"Need any help?"
"Not with cooking. With other things? Well... we'll have to see." Gabrielle patted his thigh. "Now off you go. I'll get the food ready."
"Got it," Harry said, standing up from the chair. He felt Gabrielle's eyes on him as he walked back to the main house.
"By the way," Gabrielle called after him, "the contractors who fixed that window in the attic? You know, the one broken by the seagull? They found an old box under a loose floorboard. I had them leave it in your bedroom for you to check out."
"An old box?" Harry furrowed his brows, intrigued. "Alright. Thanks for letting me know."
Inside the house, Harry headed upstairs to the master bedroom, his thoughts lazily swirling in his mind. It was amazing how much could change in just a few hours. When he got off the plane and returned to The Pearl, he had no idea about the adventure he was about to embark on. Now, he was right in the middle of it.
"Gabrielle, you naughty girl," he muttered to himself, relishing how his cock swayed and bounced as he ascended the stairs.
Outside, the sun was setting, and the first stars would soon rise over the bay. He eagerly awaited what the night would bring.
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