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Movie Guy's Sex Stories
Volume 9 - Harry Potter - Mayhem at the Burrow
Rating - NC-17
Pairings - Ron/Ginny, Ron/Ginny/Hermione
Storycodes - m/f, m/ff, incest, oral
Summary - After the Quiddich Cup, a Zonko's gag causes Ron to stumble into
        a forbidden relationship. Naturally, the two are caught by their
        intelligent classmate, though the resulting consequences are quite
        unexpected.


    With all the excitement of the Quiddich Cup that summer, Ron never 
really got around to sorting through all the various trinkets amassed 
from falling victim to the campground's wandering salesmen. Though a 
good deal of his savings had been spent buying the Krum action figure 
(too much, he thought in retrospect), he still managed to scrounge up a 
few knuts before the match to purchase some of the cheaper gags a 
Zonko's representative had been peddling. After a year of exciting 
Hogsmeade visits, the summer seemed strangely lacking without a steady 
influx from magical mainstream. He'd later regretted the impulse, 
however, and chucked the bag casually into the bottom of his backpack.

    The tricks had been entirely forgotten with the excitement of the 
Dark Mark rapidly consuming the whole of the wizarding world. In time, 
Ron had more or less managed to settle smoothly into the lazy August 
afternoon rut that proceeded every return to Hogwarts. Only when the 
time came to take stock of what supplies he would need to pick up at 
Diagon Alley before the school year started up did the small pile of 
miscellaneous souvenirs reveal itself, still atop his desk and most 
likely unmoved since being deposited there what seemed like ages ago. 
Time always did move slower when you were waiting for something.

    It had certainly been a fun week, of course. Not being able to use 
magic for a few more days was a bit of a bummer, but the freedom of not 
having curfew or oppressive instructors like Snape constantly spoiling 
things allowed Ron and his friends to enjoy a completely stress-free 
time. In fact, the only person in the house who seemed to be a bit put 
off was Ginny. 

    One of the main reasons was that ever since being born, Ron's 
sister had enjoyed her own room without question. Their parents had 
obviously been trying for a daughter for quite some time and couldn't 
help spoiling her, not to mention the hormonal difficulties involved 
with bunking siblings of differing sexes. Naturally, Ginny had been a 
tad distressed upon finding the house filled over capacity for the 
first time in years. Bill and Charlie had both returned on various 
occasions in the past, but now the Weasleys were hosting Harry and 
Hermione as well, which was not exactly an easy feat on such a thin 
budget.

    Fred and George's pranks only added to the tension in the house. 
They had always enjoyed teasing Ginny because she was the youngest, and 
even more so now since Harry's presence would certainly fluster her 
further. There was a running gag in the house ever since his first 
visit to the Burrow two years ago, when Ron's grand tour of the house 
became the Grand Tour of Ginny's Underwear upon innocently opening the 
door to her messy room, with a good deal of intimate apparel visible 
amongst the rest of the clothes. No one could tell which was redder -- 
the preteen's scarlet face or her flaming, crimson hair.

    As soon as everyone got back from the World Cup, the pair had 
managed to sneak Ginny's favorite jumper out from the laundry room and 
decided it would be a good test for their trail batch of invisibility 
powder ("But honest, mum..." George had later said. "I thought she'd 
LIKE getting to sneak out of chores!") Although it appeared to fail 
then, during dinner later that evening the poor girl's top suddenly 
fizzled out of sight, leaving her sitting at the table in only her pink 
brassiere. Dashing off angrily to her room while spitting back annoyed 
shouts was enough to deter them for a bit, but not for long. Everyone 
else thought it was kind of cute, anyway, especially Harry's blushing 
grin, which they all ribbed good-naturedly. 

    After a few days, Ginny's siblings struck again, catching a garden 
gnome and sneaking around the burrow looking for her. The redhead had 
snuck off to the side of the house on the pretext of needing to do some 
catch-up Potions reading before the schoolyear started, but when Fred 
and George found her she was flushed and furiously trying to smooth her 
dress over her legs. It was obvious their younger sibling had really 
just needed some time to take care of her feminine needs, but that 
didn't stop the two of them from dumping the creature into her lap and 
bounding off with merry laughter while she screamed in frustration.

    By far the most hilarious of all their antics (at least as far as 
the twins were concerned) happened the same morning the kids began 
packing for their return to Hogwarts. With only two days left before 
their departure, Ginny let her guard down a bit and went to take a 
shower without setting the magical lock her parents had installed the 
moment their daughter had shown the first hints of puberty. "It really 
wouldn't be fair to tempt you..." Mr Weasley announced understandingly 
when installed it.

    Realizing their fortune, the impish duo immediately filled a jug of 
ice-cold water from the kitchen sink and filched Bill's wand (no caper, 
regardless of how clever, would be worth a visit by the someone from 
the Department of the Restriction of Underage Magic). Upon arriving 
back on the second-floor hallway, they noticed the flurry of activity 
had attracted the attention of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were more 
than interested to see what was going on.

    Delighted to have an audience, George eased the door open while 
Fred levitated the glass effortlessly inside, proving it was not the 
first time they'd performed this partiular trick. After a few seconds 
of anticipation, Ginny emitted a high-pitched shriek and violently 
thrashed about behind the curtain, much to the twins' amusement. What 
they didn't count on was her reaction.

    Clearly fed up with the boys' childish behavior, the young teenager 
grabbed a towel and wrapped herself up quickly, intending to give them 
the slap they so deserved. Storming out of the bathroom in a huff, she 
didn't see Ron and the others until it was too late. Her annoyed 
demeanor was instantly splashed with a good dose of hot embarrassment. 
Harry immediately gawked at her drenched, revealing figure, which only 
made the situation worse as Ginny tried to collect herself.

    Deciding she might as well get the smack in now that everyone had 
seen her, the Weasley girl raised her hand to mete out the consequence 
of disturbing her while bathing, only neglecting to remember in her 
rattled state that it was quite essential to keeping her cloth cover 
intact. The blow went wide and, right on cue, the top of the towel 
dropped a delicious few inches, baring the youngster's budding chest 
for all to see.

    Humiliated beyond belief as the four boys turned stiff as statues, 
she screeched loudly and frantically pulled the covering up, managing 
to conceal her tiny breasts, but unfortunately bringing the hem well 
above the height needed to hide her shapely mound. Fred and George's 
eyes were as wide as saucers as they stared shamelessly between her 
legs, devouring the hairless slit and the small tuft of red hair above 
it without a word. Now mortified, Ginny could only turn around as fast 
and she could and dash back into the bathroom, letting them all get a 
good view of her jiggling, wet behind until the door slammed roughly 
closed.

    No one thought she'd even be able to *look* Harry in the eye until 
the next day, at least.

***

    Although they were particularly rough on Ginny because she was 
family, the twins were actually much more juvenile concerning Hermione. 
It was far less perverted for them to pull their stunts on her than 
their own sister, and she was much cooler about the whole thing. to 
boot. Even during Ginevra's impromptu peep-show, she just stood there 
with a strange little smile on her face, amused at the absurdity with 
which the younger girl took everything. Third year was going to be a 
real shocker for that kid...

    Hermione had thankfully overcome those problems well in advance of 
most females her age, and dealing with Ron's older brothers was far 
easier than putting up with crude (and increasingly, sexual) slurs from 
the usual Slytherin gang. Too often had Harry and Ron had to tell her 
they'd magicked off a comment written on one of the stalls if the boys' 
bathroom graphically detailing either praise/disgust about some part of 
Hermione's anatomy, testimonials about what her various skills were 
regarding intimacy, or simple rumors about exactly when, where, and how 
she would like to fuck.

    So, Fred and George's practical jokes usually just bounced right 
off. Her first test came the day she arrived at the Burrow and Harry 
had still been at Privet Drive reveling in the victory over his uncle's 
iron will. The twins had noticed Hermione's trunk in the living room 
(having not yet had the chance to unpack) and it was just too good an 
opportunity to pass up. After searching through carefully and fishing 
out a frilly pair of sky-blue, flowered panties, they paraded up the 
stairs to where the fourth-year Gryffindor was hanging out with Ron, 
gaudily asking if she was wearing the same type. Being a good sport 
about it, Hermione flashed them a naughty grin and got to her knees, 
lifting the side of her skirt enough to show that she only had a plain 
set of purple undies on at the moment.

    That was enough to hold the boys' interest for a few hours, though 
they didn't know that she was actually quite open about nudity at home. 
Since her parents had such an odd fascination with the French culture, 
it simply rubbed off on her. In fact, her permissive attitude clashed 
sharply with Mrs. Weasley's that very night, when the dotty mother 
suddenly realized that it was bedtime and Hermione hadn't left Ron's 
room. Marching straight up to the third floor, she caught the innocent 
blonde just slipping between a set of Ron's sheets and wearing only a 
nightgown, leaving little to the imagination. Her son was watching her 
with an obvious tent in his bloomers, and a stupid grin that suggested 
he knew perfectly well this was Not Allowed.

    "We weren't doing anything!" he'd begged piteously as his mother 
firmly directed Hermione (who was sporting a coy smile upon noticing 
how her subtle flashes of skin had affected him) downstairs to Ginny's 
room. "Right..." Mrs Weasley had responded, knowing full well if she 
left a trio of puberty-charged teenagers spend the night together, 
Hermione would end up first 'doing nothing' in her front, then 'doing 
nothing' with her mouth, and maybe 'doing nothing' in the back if she 
was that kind of girl. The last thing Molly needed to be responsible 
for was the child getting knocked up before even taking her O.W.Ls.

    That didn't stop Ron from getting a few glances of flesh in from 
time to time. She was a heavy sleeper, and he figured *someone* had to 
wake her up for breakfast, so he might as well be the one. Even the 
sight of her throwing the blankets off to reveal that sheer gown (and 
once her bra and panties during a particularly hot night) was enough to 
give him a half-stiffy that lasted until well after the dishes were 
cleared away. He never managed to strike gold, but it was enough.

    Ginny at first warmed to her new 'older sister,' but soon became 
moody and distant. The family caught on rather quick -- it wasn't 
exactly a secret that their youngest member cherished her privacy -- 
and needed it even more now that Harry's presence was continually 
getting her knickers damp. Having to share living quarters immediately 
put a damper on that pastime, since Ginny knew it wasn't worth it to 
get caught diddling yourself by someone you'd have to see in the House 
common room every day for the next ten months. 

    Hermione took it okay herself, and evidentially found some way to 
take care of things without anyone noticing. A few times during the 
week, Ron walked casually past the bathroom door while she was showing 
and put his ear to the keyhole. It may have only been his imagination, 
but he could swear the sounds of heavy panting were drifting through 
the falling cascade. His bushy-haired friend also seemed exceptionally 
bright-faced and perky when she stepped out later, wrapping a towel 
around her ravishing body (which was filling out enough to make a vast 
difference compared to Ginny's developing proportions) while gently 
admonishing him for always happening to be in the right place to catch 
her so exposed. He knew it had to be from more than just the hot water.

    Ginny became far more reserved when indulging in masturbation, and 
Ron managed to catch her faint moans through the floorboards in his 
room only when Hermione was far enough away for his little sister to 
frig herself in safely. He amusedly wondered what would happen if she 
did manage to get caught mid-wank, but reckoned that the odds of his 
best friend boldly stripping naked before the two of them took turns 
eating each other out were slim indeed.

    He and Harry were really getting the short end of the stick. The 
girls seemed perfectly content to deal with infrequent gratification, 
but their male counterparts were far more grumpy with ready carnal 
outlets so near but with no way to take advantage of it. (Or even get 
*a chance* to, with Mrs. Weasley watching to make sure none of them 
were alone long enough to do any hanky-panky, much less have vigorous, 
unprotected sex) 

***

    Ron had been packing for his return to Hogwarts for nearly an hour, 
and the morning's fantastic view of Hermione's nipples poking through 
the front of her nightie had been driving him nutters all day. Just as

he went to toss the Zonko's bag from the World Cup in his trunk, he 
remembered a certain something that was hidden inside -- an extravagant 
parchment which had actually set him back a large chunk of money. The 
proprietor had assured him it would be well, spent, but he hadn't much 
thought about it until now.

    Fishing it out, the redheaded teen pondered if the promised charm 
would actually work. Ron had daydreamed about the power to do exactly 
this so often during the past week, he was amazed that the item had 
slipped his mind for so long. The best part was that the spell was 
already inscribed on an object, so using it would be no more illegal 
than playing a game of exploding snap or riding a broomstick. It was 
just begging to be tried out.

    A quick check out the window of his attic abode showed that Fred, 
George, and Harry were outside practicing some Quiddich moves they'd 
picked up from the game. Assured of solitude, the sneaky teenager went 
to the center of the room and unfurled the scroll, spreading it out and 
smoothing the edges. Sitting indian-style, he was pondering quizzically 
how to activate the incantation when the parchment suddenly came to 
life, melting right into the floor.

    Peering into the swirling mass with a giddy sense of anticipation, 
the devious Weasley beheld something that instantly set his breath 
aflutter -- Ginny's room below. It wasn't an image, but instead seemed 
to have provided a magical portal to see through solid objects. Testing 
his theory, he lifted a corner back up to find the sight of his wooden 
floor come into view (and thank goodness... it's be a barrel of laughs 
trying to explain to mum why he was making holes in the house to spy on 
his sister getting dressed).

    But then again, Hermione was staying there as well, and if anything 
could spur him to risk trouble, it was the thought of getting a full, 
unobstructed view of her fabulous bare body. The best part about having 
a room on the top floor of the Burrow was that the rickety steps made 
sneaking up on him impossible, and he could always abort the plan at 
the first sign of someone approaching. It didn't occur to him that if 
he could see IN, then either of the girls might just as easily see OUT. 
He was too busy waiting for the sound of liquid flowing through the 
house's pipes to come to a halt.

    It had to be one of the girls -- he'd heard the bathroom door close 
just after he'd started packing, and none of his brothers took anywhere 
near that long. Luckily, after only a few minutes of anxious waiting, 
the roar of water subsided and someone emerged from the shower. Getting 
ready, Ron got down flat on his stomach and stared intently through the 
portal before him, guessing he was only seconds away from the best 
moment of his life.

    When the door to Ginny's room opened and he saw a familiar figure 
enter with her luxurious red hair wrapped up in a towel, Ron's heart 
dropped at first. He'd really been counting on seeing Hermione, but was 
too worked up at that point to consider giving up. Sure, it was his 
sister, but he was only going to look...

    She was definitely taking additional precautions after the previous 
day's disastrous exhibitionism. Along with the wrap on her head, Ginny 
had two more towels covering her body, and took a great deal of time 
assuring herself that the door was indeed locked before continuing. As 
Ron observed in torturous slow-motion, the slender teenager sashayed 
over to the mirror and spent a generous amount of time drying, then 
brushing her hair until it was merely damp. 

    Her voyeuristic sibling's heartbeat began to race as she finally 
made way over to the bed and placed a gentle finger inside the tie of 
her cloth garment. Without fanfare, Ginny snapped it loose and let the 
towel fall off, revealing the mesmerizing sight of her plum-sized boobs 
that had been in the back of Ron's mind since seeing them only a day 
prior. He would have been glad to stare at the twin bumps all day if 
she'd not distracted him by swiftly uncovering her lower area as well, 
bringing the awe-inspiring sight of a clean, fresh cunny into view.

    The seductive vee of Ginny's girlhood was truly a sight to behold. 
Her flat stomach bulged out just slightly at the bottom in the hint of 
the full pubic mount that would soon bloom there, and the young lady's 
crotch was capped with an adorable swirl of short red hair that ran for 
about an inch above the top of her slit, which itself was just starting 
to lose its childish puffiness and fill out into a sensual valley fit 
for a woman.

    Ron felt a strong, wicked impulse abruptly seize him at the sight 
of Ginny's immature flower. His mind was overloading with warnings that 
he shouldn't be getting excited thinking this way about someone he was 
related to, but his bulging penis had an entirely different opinion on 
the subject. It was hard before he even realized it, pressing painfully 
against the floor, and he had to shift position to give it room to 
expand. By the time he'd freed his manhood, Ginny had already lain back 
on her bed, legs open just wide enough to be irresistibly inviting. The 
urge returned more potently, pleading with him to reconsider that she 
had a warm hole just like any other girl, and it would feel just as 
good if he sliped his dick inside. He managed to repress it with firm 
concentration, but couldn't completely drive it off.

    By the time he'd more-or-less regained control of his senses, his 
sister was already trailing her hands up and down every inch of nubile 
flesh, sighing softly as it responded unconsciously to her touch. Ron 
knew with growing certainty that if stayed and watched Ginny perform 
this most private act on herself, he wouldn't be able to stop himself 
later. Even that frightening notion, though, wasn't enough to stop an 
animal-like descent into the bacchanal. Ron was so pent-up from a week 
of skulking after Hermione, he would gladly have watched his little sis 
have sex with Aragog by this point.

    Cupping her breasts in turn with one hand, Ginny stared vacantly at 
the ceiling, blissfully unaware of the truth that her intimate actions 
were being methodically scrutinized. Zonko's was renowned for crafting 
quality merchandise, and a two-way peep-hole wouldn't make a very good 
seller -- hence the built-in mirror charm on the victim's side. As far 
as the horny Weasley girl was concerned, she was totally alone and free 
to play with herself until enjoying that most special of moments.

    Emboldened by the freedom of caressing her own natural form, she 
dipped her other arm down between her legs and carefully brushed the 
sensitive nub atop her dainty vee, blushing furiously as a flood of 
wonderful sensations engulfed her. The fingers massaging her breasts 
instantly faltered, sweeping across her nipples and upping the ante far 
sooner that she would have like to. As Ginny's pinkish nubs hardened 
appreciatively, the shapely female knew she wouldn't be able to stand 
taking her time. Being forced to suppress her burgeoning sexual drive 
since Hermione's unwelcome intrusion was now forcing the fiery redhead 
to make up for it in force. Even though she wanted to go slow and enjoy 
a nice, leisurely ride to orgasm, her loins were simply screaming for a 
quick, rough, and explosive finale.

    Ron would never have thought his own flesh and blood could be so 
randy, and was vastly unprepared to see the pretty youth determinedly 
penetrate herself with a finger, arching her back abruptly as the small 
digit disappeared inside her hole. Ginny eased back and played with her 
boobs for a bit while her pussy got accustomed to the fleshy spike, 
breathing hard as her immature passage contracted around it snugly. 
When sufficiently prepared to resume vaginal play, she deftly curled 
the finger up while still embedded, producing a heavenly swath of 
pleasure along the upper edge of her vaginal passage and stopping just 
underneath the almighty clitoris.

    Enjoying the sensation more than could be expressed in words, Ginny 
simply gasped in delight and proceeded to tease herself in increasingly 
rapid motions. She had to cool down more than few times by withdrawing 
the wiggling probe from her twat, contenting herself with only ginger 
manipulation of her sprouting tits while the tender fissure between her 
thighs recovered from such energetic handling, helped along by a sheen 
of pre-come applied from the witch's eager digits.

    Silently, Ron was egging her on to hurry up and finish, knowing 
they would both be disappointed if she didn't get buck her hips and 
cream all over the sheets before being disturbed. Ginny must have been 
thinking similarly, since she slowly began redoubling her efforts, 
groping the twin orbs above her stomach with fervent intensity and 
giving herself an occasional light pinch of each nipple, producing an 
audible squeak of happiness. Meanwhile, her other hand became a blur as 
she fingered her slot faster and harder, groaning almost constantly 
from switching up with different digits and experiencing each one's 
distinct size and shape gratifying her womanhood.

    The end came swiftly, almost without warning for either Weasley. 
All of a sudden, Ginny clenched her teeth and shut her eyes, curving 
her spine slightly as the sensations overwhelmed her. Ron discovered 
with a sense of heartening understanding that she was no longer able to 
sustain herself with simply tickling the her quim, but had moved on to 
full-blown insertion of a narrow finger -- wishing, no doubt, that it 
was a firm cock just like the one being shoved up her hole in whatever 
fantasy she was immersed in.

    Eyes growing wider as he studied his sister reaching her peak, Ron 
tried to breath shallower and focus all his energy on engraving this 
once-in-a-lifetime show deeply into his brain. It was impossible to do 
anything else with her making so much noise and gyrating her hips about 
so wildly. Letting loose a heaving gasp of utter rapture, Ginny raised 
her bottom off the bed and furiously jabbed her twat, a pair of tears 
falling from down each cheek from the sheer relief of orgasm. Her wild 
spectacle raged on without end -- it appeared that only after coming 
herself completely dry would the carnal thirst be satisfied.

    Running an arm in shaky circles to alternately tend to each breast, 
Ginny emitted a series of staccato grunts from the joy exploding in her 
loins. Her mouth gaped open in one last, extensive moan of consummate 
fulfillment, and then the teenager feel back to her cozy sheets to 
simmer in the luscious afterglow of climax. After only a few moments to 
catch her breath, however, she couldn't help gently prodding within her 
warm depths, marveling at the fluid that had seeped out and now coated 
her trembling hand.

    "Ooooh, I needed that..." she whispered quietly, fingering herself 
wantonly to wring out any last dregs of gratification. 

***

    Expecting the opportunity to devour his sister's nudity coming to 
an imminent conclusion, Ron giddily propped himself on his wrists, 
ready to bound up the instant her damp crotch vanished inside a pair of 
undies to take care of his own throbbing libido. He was just ready to 
relinquish the sight and roll up his magic parchment when Ginny made a 
curious motion which subtly caught his attention. Impossible though it 
could be, she swirled her pointer finger around that wondrous, sopping 
tunnel and extracted it utterly dripping with feminine musk. Right 
before his eyes, his younger sibling meandered the scented digit up to 
her face and tantalizingly popped it in her mouth with a look of deep, 
libidinous satisfaction.

    That sudden, unveiling action knocked down all barriers of reason 
and sanity. Irrespective of the moral scruples which had been drilled 
all his life, Ginny had acted so scrumptiously perverse that Ron's 
conscience was hopelessly drowned out by pure, unadulterated lust. 
Before even realizing what he was doing, the impassioned male pushed 
himself up and sank his hands into the portal, grabbing the newly-made 
edge of the floor. Careless abandoning every conscious supplication of 
rationale, he stepped over the edge and dropped himself down into the 
room below.

    The booming crash of someone thumping down loudly into her private 
abode would normally be enough to shock Ginny into at least an irate 
effusion. Being caught without a stitch as well as the proof of what 
she'd been doing so plainly obvious should have been sufficient to send 
the shy girl into a tempestuous magical eruption paling Harry's former 
inflate-an-Aunt stunt in comparison. As it was, she was far too drained 
from releasing a deluge of pent-up sexual tension to respond quickly. 
All the exhausted sorceress could sputter out was a feeble "Ron?" upon 
noticing the form of her brother suddenly falling out of the ceiling 
and landing at the foot of her bed -- right between her glistening, 
spread thighs.

    Wasting no time, Ron hurriedly lowered his pants, showing off an 
impressively long penis to his puzzled sis that only compounded her 
confused disarray. He was solely driven by the base urge to shove that 
thing all the way up Ginny's untouched nether opening and mate with her 
as aggressively as he could muster. She realized this with unusually 
clear certainty, and succeeded in bringing her lower limbs together in 
an attempt to try and deter her insistent suitor, but he had already 
removed his shirt and climbed on top of her, his bulk easily separating 
the perplexed female's legs again. Ginny hadn't even thought to utter a 
sound yet, and already he was pressing his imposing erection at the 
entrance to her virgin tunnel. 

    "Ron!" she blurt out with astonishment, feeling his powerful arms 
wrap around her body and the full weight of a man pin her securely to 
the mattress. The head of his penis pushed through her swollen outer 
lips effortlessly, and for a second she thought it wouldn't be that 
bad, but he kept going and promptly broke through her delicate membrane 
without pause. Crying out a muffled "Ow..." as he took her virginity, 
the stunned adolescent lay still to minimize upsetting the large spike 
forcing open her pristine channel, tensing every muscle as he rushed up 
her tiny aperture.

    "Ohhh..." was all Ginny could manage when he finally halted, trying 
to absorb the feeling of his rod filling her to the very limit. It was 
one of the curious sensations that had to be experienced for a while 
before she could tell if it hurt, but the eager Weasley boy stayed for 
a brief moment only before sliding back out for a subsequent thrust. 
The fantastic sensation of his sister's tight vaginal sphincter sucking 
dutifully on his prick had been truly unequaled, but instinct compelled 
him to slide into a rhythmic pumping motion.

    He got to fuck her for almost a minute longer while Ginny simply 
tried to fathom what was happening to her. The seconds passed in odd 
silence while Ron's bulging instrument unfeelingly entering her time 
and again, never once meeting with the infuriated expostulation he'd 
expected. She could sense her body responding involuntarily to being 
forcefully humped -- breasts slipping smoothly between their sweaty 
torsos, crotch rocking slightly to cushion each emphatic stab of her 
brother's relatively huge member. It was that alarming actualization 
that compelled her to finally contest such inconsiderate treatment.

    "No..." implored Ginny faintly, gazing straight upwards since Ron's 
straitjacket-like embrace prevented either of them from turning their 
heads. "We can't..." she added with similar weakness as he continued 
vigorously pistoning into her feminine slot, blissfully ignoring any 
warnings and actually increasing the tempo the more his lover demurely 
objected. "...let this happen... you have to stop, Ron! Ron???"

    The siren-like voice finally broke though and the elder Weasley 
slowed, arduously coming to rest with the hilt of his manhood pushing 
lightly against her swollen folds. Deep down, he knew it wasn't worth 
getting his kicks if Ginny would be sobbing and yelping through her 
first time. Somehow, there had to be a way to break through the shyness 
and get her to simply let it happen and enjoy herself. He was hugging 
her as firmly as was comfortably, savoring the sensation of her tits 
and pubic mound so erotically melded with his corresponding parts. If 
only *she* knew how he felt... Inspiration flashed with smooth calm, 
making it obviously clear how to get Ginny to absolutely melt.

    Untangling their wedded limbs, Ron rose and locked eyes with his 
sister as she turned to him, and yet the pair said nothing -- the 
throbbing fusion of their joined organs spoke incalculable volumes. 
Before his partner could protest being subjugated into unconsented 
intercourse, he lowered his head until their lips touched and poured 
out his heartfelt plea in a way lovelier than any words. The swooning 
lightheadedness of her first kiss thawed Ginny's reservations about so 
placidly getting swept up in wild, incestuous sex, and she blissfully 
let her eyes fall shut to enjoy it, willing to at least give him a 
chance to convince her.

    Ginny continued smashing her lips together with Ron's, caught up in 
the moment as new-found urges swept through her. Their saliva mingled 
sloppily and dripped out around each others' mouths as their passion 
ignited, intense and lurid. Breathless from heavy oral sparring, the 
quivering girl let her brother break away and continue planting loving 
kisses all down her neck and chest, tossing her head back and moaning 
softly as she felt him actually grow larger in her belly from the added 
arousal. There was little doubt in the petit wizardress's mind now that 
something which felt so exciting could be in any way wrong.

    Panting erroneously, Ron grabbed one of his mate's small hands and 
brought it between deftly their warm bodies, tilting his gaze to look 
straight into hers. Ginny shuddered with exhilaration as her palm was 
pressed against her abdomen, allowing the just-deflowered teenager to 
feel his marked presence in her innermost recesses. Ron's cock pulsated 
appreciatively in her wet cavern, the bulging head stimulating enough 
nerves to give his mate an overpowering prelude to the rich pleasures 
possible if she agreed to be intimate with him.

    "Please, Gin..." he begged, grinding his hips ever-so-slightly into 
hers until the vertiginous female whimpered in delectation. She didn't 
dare peer down to actually examine the meaty probe lodged in her quim, 
afraid that seeing such a titillating sight would cause her to lose all 
control, letting him do *anything* he wanted out of sheer lust. 

    Ginny took a good few seconds to really consider her answer, then 
calmly came to the conclusion that there was no reason not to slide 
deeper into the supposed sin. Ron was clean, more than equipped for the 
task, and would never do anything to hurt her. She couldn't imagine 
another boy she'd rather let make her a woman.

    "Okay..." the red-haired maiden replied with a confident whisper, 
folding both arms around her sibling's back and bringing her lips right 
up to his hear. She wiggled her bottom slightly, just enough to show 
him that she was capable of taking some deep penetration, but that this 
was special and he should treat her like a lady. "Just, not so much..."

    Sighing with indescribable relief, Ron wished that she could only 
understand what that simple accession meant to him. Lowering himself 
back down until their perspiring bodies merged again, he hugged Ginny 
endearingly while savoring the last moment of allowing himself to 
penetrate her so fully. Her breasts poked invitingly into his bare 
chest as she squirmed coyly with such an enormous length splitting her 
girlhood open. Ultimately, though, the impulse to proceed making love 
to her won out, and he sadly withdrew himself to do just that.

    His previous, frantic thrusts had naturally caught her off guard, 
so the exquisite, vacant feeling of Ron's prick gingerly leaving her 
hole caused Ginny to wince demurely before eliciting a contented sigh 
upon re-entry. Her familial partner gratefully heeded the earnest 
request she'd made, and pushed himself in only halfway -- stuffing the 
young vixen just deep enough to really drive home the reality that she 
was actually having sex. Now, his sis could throw herself into the 
erotic act without any discomfort.

    She did so immediately, groaning in satisfaction as the lengthy rod 

poked her insides with delicate affection. Only a short while ago, she 
wouldn't have even *dreamed* of sticking anything in that far, even a 
slender finger. Somehow, though, the bulging, pliable piece of flesh 
between her legs felt wonderful -- stretching her nether passage in 
just the right way so as to feel perfectly natural. Timidly, she tried 
to flex her vaginal muscles around her first real cock, and judging by 
the jubilant gasp from her gyrating brother, performed the technique 
exceptionally well. 

    "Ahh... it's so warm..." Ron groaned lavishly, slipping his hands 
down his sister's back to dexterously grab her butt as they coupled. 

    "Oh... yes..." Ginny moaned, tensing uncontrollably as Ron utilized 
the added leverage to adjust the angle with which he was plowing her 
sensitive crack, guiding her supple frame in the exact motions it 
needed to make. "Like that..."

    "Uggh..." he grunted in emotional accord, rubbing his hands up and 
down her naked backside. "Bloody tight..."

    Flattered, the female Weasley blushed, a naughty tingle forming in 
her crotch from having her body praised so highly. It felt so nice, so 
comfy down there, Ginny thought if it got any more intense she might 
pass out before getting a chance to come her brains out. The heat in 
her crotch was building up, ensuring she was not far off from buckling 
her knees in a magnificent orgasm. 

    Ron shook haltingly as he shafted her, letting out a low, guttural 
groan. Perturbed by the ominous-sounding change of pace, she laid there 
and simply bore the frenzied thrusts up her pussy, each lodging hot and 
wet within. After a short time the pelvis slamming into her own went 
still, Ginny realized with a cold chill what had transpired.

***

    "Oh no..." she panted worriedly, blood rushing into her face at the 
consequences of what they'd let happen. "You didn't..."

    "Uh... I'm... sorry, Gin..." Ron stammered unconvincingly, grinding 
his still-hard pole into her saturated canal to bask in her outraged 
vociferations from pasted her entire snatch with his seed.

    "Stop that!" Ginny exclaimed, trying frantically to buck him off as 
his sperm seeped deeper inside her fertile cavern. Finally acquiescing, 
Ron rolled over, taking his sibling with him until they were both on 
their sides with enough room to look at each other freely, but still 
keeping his manhood wedged firmly up her slimy crack.

    "It won't matter *now*..." he consoled her, unable to wipe the 
ecstatic grin off his face from having just popped a load off in his 
own sister's heavenly twat.

    "Rrrrh!" Ginny growled, grabbing his wrists firmly and pushing them 
away from her chest where they had been busy fondling. "I can't believe 
you did that! Do you know what this means?" 

    "I couldn't help it..." Ron apologized with a helpless look. "It 
was... I mean, YOU were just... *incredible*."

    "You stupid troll..." she shot back in a beleaguered huff. "I'm... 
old enough... now! Fuck... now what do I do?"

    "Oh..." he answered with a disquieted gulp, the full magnitude of 
his carelessness sinking in. "I had no idea! I didn't think... since 
you were so... I mean, how could you be?"

    "Since examinations!" she responded coldly. "Now I'll have to go to 

Madame Pomfrey first thing tomorrow, find some way to explain it, and 
hope that... uhhh... oh God, Ron, don't *look*, that's so gross..."

    "What do you mean?" the curious male exclaimed in awe, fixing his 
gaze down to the spot where their hips met. "It's beautiful!"

    A wave of hot embarrassment swept over the poor girl as her dirty 
brother promptly extracted himself from her slot, watching barefacedly 
as a flood of pink cream followed out after him. Ginny's mortification 
increased as the mixture of blood and semen spilled onto the sheets, 
then reached a blazing head upon the realization that Ron was shifting 
himself downwards to get a better look.

    "I can't... believe... I'm related to you." she hissed disgustedly, 
covering her eyes with her hands as her brother nonchalantly spread her 
legs and peered intently inside the slick orifice he'd just spoiled.

    "You're gushing!" Ron noticed with a fond chuckle, looking up at 
his sister with genuine admiration of her feminine places. Seeing her 
disheveled expression quickly withered his cheerful mood, however. 
Ashamed, he shimmied back up to her spot on the bed and gently pried 
her fingers away, revealing the seraphic face he was suddenly seeing in 
a very different light.

    "I'll make it up to you..." Ron vowed commitedly, giving her his 
full attention before sealing the promise with a graceful kiss. Ginny 
resisted at first, but relented when he sought out her tongue with his 
own. Their oral muscles dueled playfully for a bit before parting with 
mutual regret. Ginny's cheeks were flushed again. "Next time, you'll 
come *twice* before I finish..."

    "What makes you think there'll be a next time..." she riposted 
sarcastically, but both knew that her hostile demeanor was foundering. 
Ginny smiled weakly, giving Ron only a split second of bliss at knowing 
there would be more to come, and very soon if they had their way. The 
moment passed, and the witch's face suddenly fell aghast. "Someone's 
coming!" she whispered frightenedly.

    In the instant it took for the footsteps coming up the stairs to 
register, Ron had already bounded backwards, landing on the floor right 
next to his pants. Struggling to his feet, he hurriedly plucked them up 
and jammed both feet into the legs, miraculously managing the effort 
without rending the fabric. With the sound nearly at the door, he dove 
between Ginny's bed and the wall at the far end of the room, stuffing 
himself into his shirt and coming to a heart-pounding halt just as a 
knock announced the intruder's arrival.

    "Come in..." his sister said nervously -- a little too high-pitched 
to sound natural. And with good reason, since she'd only had enough 
time to scrunch the bedsheets down to the foot of the mattress and grab 
a set of worn panties from the floor. Having no shot of getting them on 
without looking even more suspicious, Ginny just bunched them up in her 
hand and placed the undergarment over her dripping cunny to hide the 
proof of her recent exploits.



    "Oh..." Hermione said with surprise, walking in and spotting Ginny 
being unusually carefree. She'd often hazarded a few seconds of nudity 
herself when changing in the morning, but her younger friend had never 
been okay with even walking around in her underwear, much less totally 
naked and only making a halfhearted attempt to cover herself. "Sorry, 
I'll just be a second..." the blonde Gryffindor went on,  taking a few 
steps into the room before realizing she'd been staring, and had left 
the door wide open. Hurriedly turning around to close it behind her 
with an understanding grin, she steeled herself in an attempt to be a 
little more composed. "Don't worry..." she announced confidently. "All 
the boys are still out practicing. For the life of me, I'll won't ever 
be any good at that stupid game."

    "Yeah..." Ginny added gamely, bursting into a relived smile that 
she was in the clear so far. "I was resting after my shower and... 
guess I fell asleep. You startled me..."

    "I just need to change." Hermione replied casually, moving over to 
her magic, expandable bed by the door. She never thought she'd see the 
day Ginny would be able to carry on a conversation in the buff without 
freaking out, but it was quite all right with her. Perhaps some of her 
own receptivity had rubbed off, which was certainly a good thing.

    "You should've seen Harry today..." she continued, keeping Ginny in 
frame as she pulled her top off with relief. "He's really working hard 
for next season -- I can't believe they're staying out there so long in 
this heat!" Reaching behind her back, Hermione unsnapped her white 
brassiere and let it drop unconcernedly to the ground, freeing her 
respectable orbs to the warm breeze wafting in from outside.

    She was rather sweaty from (trying) to play Quiddich, the effects 
quite noticeable via thick bands of perspiration across her forehead. 
Her hair was matted and cheeks rosy from breathing hard, but none of 
that could compare to the large beads glistening in Hermione's cleavage 
once the clothes were removed. She was absolutely drenched in it, 
although such sheer erotic beauty was lost on another woman. It really 
was too bad Mama Weasley was so prim -- she could've had a lot of fun 
teasing the boys... maybe even *Mr* Weasley if his precious fumblings 
every time she passed by in a tight shirt were any indication.

    Ginny did, though, look on in envy at the large boobs she had yet 
to possess. Hermione took it as a compliment that her developments were 
being admired, and sensually ran a hand through her moist hair to allow 
additional time to show off. Frankly, it was more fun to do in front of 
other girls, since they wouldn't get a stiffy right away and proceed to 
try and convince her that hard fucking would be in her best interests. 
Still, it was kind of rotten to preen like that, so Hermione quickly 
went back to the subject. "You know, we can probably see them from 
right here..."

    Fresh fear wiped across Ginny's face as Hermione disinterestedly 
strode bare-breasted over to the window, having not a clue what was 
waiting for her. Ron was well-prepared though. If he was going to be 
caught, he might as well get a good lock at the knockers he'd had his 
eye on since the alluring female's summer metamorphosis.

    "Still at it..." Hermione remarked disapprovingly, gazing out at 
the family Quiddich pitch. "It'll be time to come in soon, and they 
won't even have a chance to... RON?!?!? What the hell are you doing 
here?" Irritated, she folded her arms across her generous mounds and 
waited as he sheepishly stood up, his attention firmly fixed on his 
best friend's amazing chest. She eventually managed to wrestle the 
attention back to her face, but only after her glowing cowed him into 
submission.

    "Spying on me... she commented with an incredulous tone. "And your 
sister too, you little pervert?" Feigning surprise, Ginny covered her 
own boobs and tried to summon an outraged expression, but couldn't come 
off as genuinely convincing considering that she was hoping he would 
bed her frequently once they both got back to school.

    "I can't say I doubted you'd try a stunt like this from the way 
you've been looking at me lately." Hermione continued calmly. "Then 
again, maybe it's just that I haven't *caught* you in the act yet..." 
Smirking out the corner of her mouth, she arced her head towards Ginny 
with expectation of similar indignation, but found her feminine support 
strangely composed.

    "Oh, he's always doing this..." the younger girl lied blatantly, 
mentally kicking herself for insulting him after they'd just shared 
bodily fluids, since Ron was the only of her school-aged brothers who 
didn't routinely try and catch a surreptitious glimpse. Unfortunately, 
framing him seemed like the only way out of their mutually fragile 
predicament. "Sometimes, he'll even peek in the bathroom and watch me 
peeing..."

    "Ron Weasley!" Hermione admonished unbelievingly, having no reason 
to contest Ginny's sensational claims. "Well, then, I can't *imagine* 
what you've been doing at school, you rascal!" Rolling her eyes back,  
she placed the back of one hand dramatically on her forehead and sighed 
woundedly. "I guess there's only one way to put a stop to this..."

    This was it, Ron thought. She was going to tell on him, and that 
would put an end to any future liaisons in Ginny's be, much less an 
opportunity to bump hips with Hermione. Solemnly, he glanced over at 
his sister and the pert breasts he would never see uncovered again. 

    "And that's to get it out of your system..." the voluptuous female 
announced resignedly, dropping both arms and presenting her unshielded 
breasts to him in all their glory. Her elegantly-perky nipples caught 
his attention instantly, and he reached out to caress them without 
thinking. Luckily for him, she expected this, letting him feel up her  
front without penalty.

    Stupefied, Ginny moved closer to where the two of them were so 
involved, being careful to keep her dripping cunny well hidden behind 
the underwear held tight in her hand. She didn't understand at all -- 
what had just happened?

    "If you like playing with my tits..." Hermione cooed invitingly, 
glowing from his puppy-like interest. "You're going to LOVE fingering 
me..." Floored, Ron let his mouth drop open in skepticism, but there 
was no sly tone at all in Hermione's voice to indicate she was being 
anything but utterly serious. "Come on..." she beckoned coyly, making a 
come-hither gesture while backing up toward the foot of the bed and 
leaning against the edge, grinning widely as he ogled her boobs the 
entire time.

    "I bet you wanted to see this for awhile..." she rasped softly,  
inching her pants teasingly on each side until the first few hairs of 
her full, golden bush appeared. "Haven't you, Ron?" The spellbound boy 
nodded with zombie-like concurrence.

    "Well, you'd better get your fill now..." Hermione went on lazily 
while revealing a bit more of her damp muff to him. "I can't do this 
every time you're in the mood!" At last, she compassionately shucked 
the bottoms down to her knees, airing her magnificent furrow to his 
captivated stare. "Like what you see?" she inquired sordidly, though 
her classmate was already kneeling down for closer inspection in what 
could only be absolute agreement.

    Turning to Ginny, the brazen teenager gave her friend a defeated 
'boys-will-be-boys' look as Ron planted his hands firmly on her thighs 
in case she had second thoughts. "Obviously, I don't recommend *you* 
doing this..." she remarked to the still-bare redhead. "It might only 
encourage him. I assume the two of us, though, are both mature enough 
to deal with this urge as what it is as and... uh... Ohhh! Umm, Ron?"

    Glancing up unrepentantly from where he was busy concentrating on 
seeing how far Hermione's furry snatch could take one of his fingers, 
the eager Weasley male nimbly withdrew himself from her steaming cleft. 
Evidently he'd reached the limit, because the sultry girl gave him an 
patently miffed look. "If you want to take my cherry with just that, 
you're doing an excellent job!" she scolded him mildly, huffing in 
annoyance as she waited for him to settle down. "Here..." she tsked. 
"I'll show you..."

    Dipping two practiced digits between her thighs, Hermione spread 
her lips fully open to let him see her pink, then instructionally 
guided him just up to the second joint of his fat digit. For all her 
bossiness, the blonde witch wasn't anywhere even close to as sexually 
experienced as Ginny now was -- a point which the younger girl noticed 
with denotative silence. Noiselessly, she slid around the bedpost and 
knelt down next to Ron, just as interested in learning about female 
anatomy as her brother was.

    Hermione just sat there for a time, legs spread tantalizingly for 
her audience as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Ron was 
shoving his finger into her fuzzy opening just as she'd instructed, but 
alas, knew precious little about the proper way to get a woman off. He 
could probably have made her come if she told him to lick down there, 
but the whole objective was to calm his manly impulses, not excite them 
further by giving the horny adolescent a look at a beautiful teenage 
girl creaming herself. Besides, she was worried that if she had an 
orgasm, it might leave her vulnerable enough to let him fuck her, and 
*that* wasn't going to happen.

    "Honestly, you should just threaten to tell on him if he keeps it 
up..." the exposed sorceress insisted, shaking her head in disdain as 
Ginny nodded with muted assent at the unlikely turn of events. "There's 
at least a *small* chance of getting lucky with me -- if he knocks this 
nonsense off -- but absolutely no excuse for involving you in it!"

    Not exactly paying heed to what her roommate was babbling on about, 
Ginny instead stared intently at what her brother was doing, part of  
her wishing she was the one getting examined. How far was this going to 
go? The third-year didn't think she could stand to watch if they were 
going to do it, especially after all she and Ron had just shared.

    "So, ready for the grand finale?" Hermione asked with a hint of 
boredom, enjoying the way he brightened right up at the invitation.

    "Hell, yeah!" Ron answered, standing tall without wasting another 
second. The splayed female made a motion to join him, but he lowered 
his trousers with a surprising insistence and lay on top of her before 
she could react. Hermione grunted as his cock bumped against her labia 
and slipped in, the head rushing in well past her comfort zone. Caught 
off-guard, she permitted him to penetrate her for a good few seconds,  
but was able to correct the situation before suffering the same fate 
Ginny had. Just as the tip started prodding at her fragile hymen, she 
quickly took action. 

    "Not so fast, lover boy..." Hermione said, deftly maneuvering her 
crotch so Ron's penis slid harmlessly up against her stomach.

    Disheartened and confused, Ron backed away, his erection sticking 
out obscenely from his gangly body. It was clear that the Weasleys had 
both been mistaken on just how far their schoolmate was willing to take 
things (much to Ginny's relief, who's face had went ashen upon seeing 
her newly-found lover mount another girl). The two females now stared 
in awe at the boy's imposing length, gawking most naively before the 
elder wizardress managed to collect herself.

    "Maybe in a few years..." she teased him forgivingly, closing her 
legs and standing up in front of him. "If you're *good*..." Reaching 
down to firmly grasp Ron's prick, accompanied by a grateful sigh from 
the teenager, Hermione gently stroked him until the near-purple crown 
looked like it would burst. Satisfied that he was ready, the voluptuous 
blonde got down on her knees and brought her mouth to within inches of 
the virile rod, still holding it firmly at the base. "Now..." she said 
politely. "Let me show you what I had in mind instead..."

    Though it was quite clear what she was about to do, both Ginny and 
her lucky brother gazed transfixed as Hermione opened wide and sucked 
in about three quarters of the fleshy pole. For some reason, Ron found 
it immensely more erotic than if she'd simply deep-throated him, mostly 
because it was *so* Hermione Granger of her to be prim even when doing 
something as scandalous as giving a blowjob. Taking great pride in her 
work, the young girl started slowly working the hilt with her hand, 
spreading saliva along the whole shaft so she could properly first him 
in tune with each delightful motion of her pursed lips.

    "Like it?" she asked promiscuously, halting for only a brief moment 
before going back down on him with a long, slurping sound. Ron's knees 
buckled for an instant from hearing Hermione speak so candidly while 
fellating him, but quickly recovered -- there was no way he was going 
to screw up what he'd been dreaming about since Year One by opening his 
mouth and saying something stupid. Rather, he groaned appreciatively 
and let the pleasing vocalization speak for him. The busy female hummed 
in response, eliciting an even happier utterance from Ron.

    She was sucking him harder now, endeavoring to do her best and get 
him to finish, not only because of the risk of getting caught and the 
lack of stimulation it yielded her own body, but also to imply that it 
was a sneak-peek of sorts. Hermione didn't plan on doing this often, 
just enough to keep him from straying. As the sensual sounds of her 
oral ministrations grew more conspicuous and intense, she suddenly 
thought up a wonderful way to further that goal.

    "Wanna try, Ginny?" the brazen fourth-year asked suddenly, pulling 
off and switching to a comparatively lackluster handjob so he wouldn't 
lose potency. "It's not that bad, really..."

    The youngster expressed a look of pure horror at the suggestion, 
more from an aversion to getting involved in a threesome after losing 
her chastity just under an hour ago, but thankfully it seemed to pass 
off well enough at distaste for being asked to perform an act of pure 
incest.

    "Oh, come on!" Hermione insisted, beckoning the svelte Gryffindor 
over with a wave of her free arm. "It's not like you're going to shag 
or anything... give it a shot!"

    Tentatively, Ginny made her away around the bed towards where the 
two were entangled. Joining Hermione on her knees, she made sure to 
rest the balled-up panties atop her crotch, sensing that irrespective 
of the permissive attitude her 'big sister' was currently practicing 
regarding sex, she wouldn't take well to discovering such someone a 
year her junior had already taken a big load of cum up her crack.

    "Here you go..." Hermione announced proudly, pointing Ron's prick 
towards his little sister's darling face. Trying to appease the older 
girl (as well as to find out what it was really like), Ginny opened up 
and carefully wrapped her lips around the end, holding there a little 
unsure of what to do. The manly protrusion, though, knew exactly how to 
respond, jerking wildly in her mouth until the redhead, startled, spit 
it out. Hermione laughed in an amused sort of way.

    "He's going to go soft if you don't keep it up!" she apprised the 
younger female, immediately giving Ron a few courtesy licks. "Try it 
again, and take as much as you can!"

    Summoning her courage, Ginny grabbed her brother's dick at the same 
spot as Hermione, the two schoolgirls' fingers mated gently with each 
others around the base. Looking up as Ron mentally encouraged her, she 
extended her mouth over the pulsating tool and bobbed her head forward, 
imbibing not quite as far as her rival had, but a very proficient first 
attempt nonetheless. Easing into gentle back-and-forth motion, she got 
going with astonishing speed, and after a few cursory corrections, was 
able to perform just was well as Hermione without any additional help.

    Noticeably impressed, the bushy-haired adolescent let Ginny have 
him to herself for a bit, watching as the youth seductively closed her 
eyes and really immersed herself in the task. She was making cutesy 
moaning noises every few seconds, each received with a complementary 
sigh from Ron. The two siblings quickly blocked Hermione out from their 
intimate world, prompting the unrestrained witch to keenly intervene 
before things got out of hand.

    "Enjoying it, are you?" she asked demeaningly, causing Ginny to 
break off with a hint of shame. "Suppose I shouldn't let you get *too* 
close, being related and all. Looks like he's almost ready anyway..."

    Ron's breathless sis had indeed done well, bringing him near the 
point of climax. In truth, she was kind of glad to see Hermione push 
her hair back and take the control of the throbbing extremity once 
more. Getting her pussy inseminated was one thing -- after all, that's 
where she peed from. But having to deal with that dirty stuff being 
shot in her mouth, well, wasn't exactly her cup of tea just yet.

    Hermione made up for her break with renewed vigor, stuffing Ron's 
meat in her oral cavity even faster than before. Once Ginny bashfully 
removed her hand, the energetic vixen started rotating her head with 
each thrust, swirling her tongue around every inch to maximize pleasure 
for the giddy boy. Soon, her messy services caused Ron to get short of 
breath, both from the amazing sensations engulfing his tool and the 
titillating sounds escaping from his partner's busy lips.

    "I'm almost... Hermione..." he stuttered, knowing she was never put 
up with the kind of dopey apology he'd given Ginny after knocking her 
up. Surprisingly, she continued to blow him as if not having heard the 
crucial warning.

    "I don't mind..." she answered adorably, kissing the head as she 
interrupted just before he would have exploded. Looking deeply into his 
cloudy eyes, she finished in a profoundly blase fashion. "Just relax 
and let go..."

    Resuming her sucking, Hermione could feel Ron's reaction to her 
exhilarating words. Even feeling his arms clamp around the back of her 
head didn't stop the brilliant mage from meticulously carrying out the 
climactic act, performing the most benevolent gesture she could give a 
teenage boy could want without even holding back. Unable to suppress 
himself any longer, Ron grunted and swayed, his penis flooding her 
mouth with a blast of hot spunk, which was dutifully swallowed before 
being replaced by a fresh spurt.

    Hermione remained locked on his discharging instrument until the 
very end, well after Ron had guiltily stopped face-fucking her and 
dropped his arms. Smiling as she parted with his manhood, she let a 
sticky strand hang dramatically between them until it snapped off onto 
her chin, then promptly smeared it off with am impish grin.

    "Go on, taste it..." she prodded Ginny, ignoring the juvenile's 
furrowed brow as she grudgingly leaned over and stuck out her tongue. 
Ron quivered dizzily as his sister shyly licked his cock, aroused 
enough to let out one final, dribbling squirt along her upper lip. 
Nervously, the timid spitfire lapped at the salty fluid and ingested 
his cum, a wrinkled frown clearly informing her intently-observing 
classmates that it was not a pleasant experience.

***

    "Well..." Hermione began, rising to her feet with a business-like 
air of finality. "That should hold you off for a little while now."

    "Already?" Ron interjected lamentably, canting into her until they 
both collapsed onto the bed. "Can't we... play around a little more?" 
He went right to her breasts, clammy from lying uncovered for so long, 
but still lusciously firm. Hermione let him cop a few feels, then felt 
his sticky member slap against her thighs and decided it really was 
time for a recess before they ended up being truly intimate. Pushing 
him off roughly, she yanked her pants up and covered her boobs with her 
arms defiantly.

    "No, Ron." she insisted steadfastly, pointing to the door with one 
hand while keeping her chest securely out of view with the other. "You 
have to go before the boys come back, and we both need showers before 
dinner."

    "All right..." he replied dejectedly, stuffing himself back into 
his own trousers and hiking them up. The saddened Weasley took a few 
paces towards the door, then turned around with a suddenly brightened 
expression. "But... after, maybe? Tonight?" he asked hopefully.

    "Control yourself, Ron!" Hermione blurt out testily, pushed too far 
by his childlike pleading. Perhaps this WOULD only serve to encourage 
him... Softening, she added, "When school starts, we'll see..."

    Suitably finding the thin sliver of hope acceptable, Ron took his 
leave before jeopardizing the delicate arrangement any further. He 
looked back to catch one last glimpse of his naked sister's gorgeous 
body, then noiselessly slipped out the door. Hermione waited a few 
seconds to make sure he wasn't looking through the keyhole to try and 
get a last, free show, then let down her guard and dropped her arms 
before turning to Ginny.

    "What's wrong?" Hermione asked concernedly, sauntering over to her 
demure friend with a strange aura of malevolence. "Thought that was a 
tad... inappropriate?"

    "No, no..." Ginny stammered, trying to imagine how she would have 
responded if she didn't feel the way she did about her sibling. "It's 
just that... I never thought I'd do something like that..."

    "Oh really?" the sultry blonde replied coolly, crossing the gap 
between them with short, deliberate steps. Something was smoldering 
behind those eyes that make Ginny's heart jump alarmingly. "Well..." 
Hermione went on. "That's funny, because it looks like you didn't have 
much of a problem with fucking before I walked in..."

    Before Ginny could let the words sink in, a vengeful hand shot out 
between her legs and grabbed the balled-up underwear which had been 
hiding the evidence of the dirty deed. Aghast, she immediately covered 
her privates with her hands, but the damage had already been done by 
then. Hermione sighed grimly as she tossed the stained garment aside.

    "With your own *brother*, no less!" the older Gryffinder chastised, 
building herself swiftly into an outraged frenzy. "And you didn't make 
him pull out? I mean... my God! Even if I were ever to get drunk enough 
to let someone do that to me, I'd at least have the presence of mind to 
avoid getting pregnant! Do you have any IDEA what you've done?"

    Humiliated beyond the capacity for rational thought, the exposed 
redhead thought for certain that she'd start crying. Before the silence 
could weigh too heavily and open the floodgates, though, Hermione spoke 
comfortingly, causing enough distraction for Ginny to calm herself.

    "You know what you need to do, right?" she said arrogantly, sizing 
up the girl's limited options. "As soon as you get back to Hogwarts, 
have sex with EVERY boy you find. You have to let them cum inside, too, 
otherwise there's no point. It'll *exponentially* increase your chances 
of catching, of course, but you really don't have a choice now." After 
a pause, she threw in one last zinger with a sneering look of disdain. 
"And make sure to give Harry a few turns -- you've been teasing him 
long enough anyway with that little puppy-dog routine. It'll be about 
damn time."

    Lowering her head, Ginny mulled over the suggestion and realized 
with a dawning chill that it really did make sense. Getting impregnated 
at thirteen would be bad enough, but it would be downright respectable 
if she had a reputation for sleeping around, compared to a scandalous 
tryst with her own kin. She was just about to concede agreement when 
Hermione made a chilling, precipitous motion.

    "Oh, one more thing..." the bossy female added, wedging two fingers 
together and jamming them painfully in Ginny's tender opening before 
twisting the brutal probe. The shocked youngster let out an appalled 
"Aaah!" at the sensation, but Hermione held there fast.

    "Don't touch... MY man... again..." she finished coldly, taking her 
fingers out and smearing the mess on the younger witch's sparse pubic 
hair. Snorting disgustedly, Hermione walked to her bed and pulled her 
top back on before grabbing a towel from the wall and silently exiting 
for the bathroom, leaving Ginny wondering just what she'd done today to 
deserve all this.


10/30/04 - VGSS
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