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Candy	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 297693 -:- Recommendations : 19 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any related character. This is a work of fanfiction. I hold no rights on it at all. I make no profit from this story.

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Parvati Patil usually did not dream and the few times she did the subject was always the same. Her happy childhood back in India with her family. Since she and her sister Padma arrived at Hogwarts and were sorted in different houses the dreams intensified a little. More often than not memories of mornings spent combing each other long mane filled her nights, much like this one, save for a few different details.

For one they were no longer children. For second they weren’t wearing a single thing. As she combed her sister hair in front of the mirror she stole glances at her nude figure. Of course she looked exactly like her but there was something different in watching your sister naked. Her supple breast and slender form were truly beautiful and the way her reflection smiled back at her made her heart flutter.

“Something wrong Parv?” Dream-Parvati asked. “You seem a little flustered.”

“Oh it’s nothing,” Parvati answered snapping her eyes back to her sister’s. Unconsciously her gaze had drifted off down her body all the way to her very stiff cock.

“Yeah right. As if I didn’t see you ogling my dick.” Parvati sputtered some excuse but Dream-Padma didn’t want to hear any of that. “Honestly sis. If you want some you can just ask you know?”

“B-b-but…”

“Come on. What’s the big deal? Don’t you remember that we learned how it worked together?” Dream-Padma asked.

Parvati was about the deny such a thing but as she was about to open her mouth her dreamscape changed. She was in a shower stall under the running water, right in front of her sister. Their age was also different, around ten or eleven years old. Dream-Padma face was a mask of pleasure and bliss. As Padma looked down she saw that her hand was tightly wrapped around her sister manhood, moving back and forth in a steady rhythm.

“More Parv, moooore,” Dream-Padma moaned. “Stroke it harder please. It feels soooo goooood.” Her half lidded eyes were filled with lust and desire. Before Parvati could think about anything Dream-Padma hand shoot forward and grabbed her equally stiff member. The resulting wave of pleasure efficiently destroyed any idea of stopping whatever she was doing. She eagerly complied with her sister request and her grip tightened considerably. Her sister moans told her that she enjoyed it to great lengths.

Dream-Padma wasn’t about to let her sister do all the work and she reciprocated her efforts equally. Whatever was left of Parvati self control melted like snow under the sun. She couldn’t remember feeling that good before. She knew something was wrong but in her clouded state of mind she could hardly remember what.

“Oh God. Oh God.” Dream-Padma said. “Something’s coming Sis. Something coming. I… I… I… AAAAHNNNN!!!” Three happy spurts of cum left her cock splattering on her sister flat abdomen. The scorching sensation was too much for Parvati and she followed her sister in the wake of her orgasm.

“Me too. Me too. NNNNGGGGHHH!” Her release was stronger than her sister and the single, but powerful, jet of sperm splattered on her sister face. Before any of them had a chance to say anything Dream-Padma tongue scooped a glob of the thick liquid into her mouth.

“It tastes good Sis. Very good. I want more,” she purred, and before Parvati could say a word Dream-Padma was already on her knees with her sister’s erection in her tiny mouth. The swelling pleasure was the last thing Padma felt before the dreamscape shifted back to the first scenario.

“Do you remember now Parv?” The now older Dream-Padma asked while she stroked Parvati’s hard cock.

“Yeah,” she mumbled in ragged breaths. “I do remember now.”

“Good. Then let me have my fix of your sweets juices before I’ll give you mine.” She brought her mouth to her sister cock and just when she was about to touch it with her lips the dream faded completely.

-oOo-

Parvati woke up in her bed covered in sweat. The four poster bed has the curtains closed thankfully since during the night she had apparently undressed completely. Her cock was standing at full attention leaking cum from the tip. She just had the most hot dream in her entire life and she couldn’t remember it at all. It had to be intense since she had fingered herself badly and stroked her cock hard judging from the stray trails of cum on the curtain and the pool of juices right between her legs.

She couldn’t recall anything of her dream bur she knew that her sister was involved somehow. Had she dreamed to share a boyfriend or a girlfried with her? No matter how much she tried she could remember a thing. That was too bad since that had to be the hottest dream she ever had judging by the results. Perhaps if she talked with her sister she could remember something about it. Yes, that sounded like a very good idea.

-oOo-

Forty minutes later Parvati was sitting with her fellows Gryffindor at their table in the Great Hall. Her sister wasn’t there yet and she kept looking at the huge doors waiting for her arrival. Her heart was pounding in her chest in a sense of expectation she couldn’t explain. Perhaps it was the after effect of that dream, but she couldn’t wait to see her sister and speak with her about it. She was satisfied five minutes later when Padma strolled inside the Hall along with her friends. Of course the first thing she did was searching for her sister among the Lions. She saw her sister looking at her and she smiled and waved at her.

Padma gaze met Parvati’s and in that very moment the Gryffindor girl world exploded in pleasure. Her hidden dick, carefully folded between her legs released a stream of cum in a orgasm so intense that shook her entire being. If anybody looked at her in that moment they would have seen her under spasms. The mixture of the pleasure from her orgasm and the pain from her cock that tried to harden almost fried her brain right there. Luckily she managed to avoid passing out and with a lot of difficulty she pretended nothing happened.

Her still shocked mind couldn’t understand what just happened. He cock was still distracting her in its tries to get free from restraints and stand up in all its glory. In accordance with her manly arousal her feminine sexuality soaked itself. The sheer amount of fluids combined drenched her long skirt to the hem and was now dripping on the floor below. For Paravati it was the most embarrassing, humiliating and arousing thing she had ever experienced. He own shame fueled the arousal even more in a seemingly endless cycle. Without looking at anybody she darted away from the Hall, covering the mess on the back of her skirt with her equally longer cloak.

She run desperately, looking for a place to hide and deal with her uncontrollable arousal, that was escalating at every step. She finally reached a bathroom and without looking if it was for boys or girls she run inside and into the first open stall she found.

Once inside all she could was not tearing her clothes as she tried frantically to free herself from the restraints. Once her panties fell to the floor her manhood stood up with a revenge, harder, thicker and longer that she could ever remember it being. Even for a cock it as always been slender and smooth, even feminine in its masculinity. Now it was a thick throbbing rod with bulging veins demanding her complete attention. It took her both hands to wrap the entire size. The sensation she felt as soon as her hands met the surface was like a jolt. Whatever question her mind was trying to answer evaporated under the touch.

Her hands soon established a quick tempo on her cock and she simply drowned in pleasure at every stroke. Her mind felt only pleasure and all tries to rein the arousal and put it under control now seemed like utter bullshit. Nothing that felt that good could possibly be wrong. It simply wasn’t conceivable. She brought herself to orgasm after orgasm, uncaring of the passing of time. Nobody came to disturb her until at a certain point, how much later she couldn’t tell, her concentration on her favorite toy was disrupted by a loud POP coming from one of the stall walls.

She didn’t know why the sight of a cock entering her stall from a hole in the wall felt so perfectly normal for her. She didn’t know why her knees suddenly gave in and she found herself just mere inches from its tip. She didn’t know why it looked so bloody tasty. She didn’t know why she wanted to suck on it so much. She didn’t know until she finally opened her mouth and tasted the delicacy in front of her.

Then she remembered. Flashes of her childhood passed through her mind. Afternoons spent with her sister naked on their knees sucking their own parents to continuous orgasm. Evening spent swallowing cum from strangers for a mere knut like good little whores in the making, under the prideful eyes of their mothers-fathers who eagerly participated in the family activity. Nights spent in the same bed with her sister pleasing each other until their cocks hurt and their arse burned from the strain.

The flood of memories ended with a double flood of sperm. One from the cock she was currently servicing and one from her own. The jet of cum from the customer cock hit the back of her throat and she swallowed it with practiced ease. She finally remembered. She was a DickGirl Whore much like her sister. How could they have forgotten Had they been Obliviated once they arrived in England and only now the spell wore off? Was her sister still under the delusion of being some kind of proper witch while they were nothing more but tools to please wizard and witches for a small fee? The only virginity left was their pussy’s only because that was to be given away for….. What was that again? Love? How silly. No their womb was to be maintained intact for breeding each other like proper cattle would do. They would give birth to thousand of Dickgirls for their Master to sell them into slavery.

She had to rescue her, she had to restore her sister’s memories and return her to her life of service for their master… master… Master Snape. No matter what she would save her sister from the mockery of existence she was currently living. No matter what.

-oOo-

There goes another lustful chappy. Did you like the dream incest? Do you want more? No worries there will be plenty of it for you all. My perverted mind works without stops. After the Patils it will be finally time to take a look into Lavander’s training. Would you like her to be Dom or Sub? Let me know along with your dirty comments in the reviews. Please remember that every suggestion helps. I’ll be waiting eagerly as usual.

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