1. One Big Horny Weasley Family- chapter 5


    Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Male/Female, Masturbation, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    the buttons on his shirt. As he pulled at them, she leaned forward and ran her tongue around and into his ear. She reached down and yanked at his belt, which pulled loose. Another flick of her skillful fingers and his pants were sliding over his hips. "Not the red ones," Ginny stuck out her bottom lip in a pronounced pout. "Sorry," Harry murmured into her collarbone. He looked at her; she was so adorable when she pouted. He leaned forward and nipped her bottom lip. "For what its worth, they worked; even Ron was impressed." "Really?" Ginny looked astonished. "That's saying something, considering, you know, how-" she moved her hands to indicate length. "You actually know that about your brother?" "Harry," Ginny said in a very matter of fact tone. "I grew up in a house with seven men; half of whom have been flamboyant exhibitionists since birth. I can't tell you the number of times I've seen them in their underwear, less on a few occasions." Harry gave her an intrigued look, wondering if that was the root of her voyeuristic tendencies. "Don't give me that look. It wasn't intentional! I got stuck in Ron's closet once; I was in there poking around, looking for something. He came in with this letter from Hermione and promptly flopped down on the bed." Her look became more amused now. "To make matters worse, he starts reading it out loud, not very loud, but just loud enough that I could overhear what he said. It was... descriptive, shall we say. Well, before I can do or say ...
    anything, he whips it out and starts stroking himself." She blushed a deep, Weasley red. "It was... educational." "Did he ever find out?" "Oh, God no! My brother and I love each other dearly, but I don't think that he would he would be very happy if he knew that had I watched him pleasure himself." She was blushing so deeply that her shoulders were actually colored now. "Especially if he knew that you got off on it. Didn’t you?" Harry managed to say it without sounding accusing. She nodded, but said nothing. "You are so… bad," Harry said in an I-like-'em-bad tone of voice. Harry pushed her gently back down into the chair; she gave him a coquettish smile. He climbed into the chair with her and straddled her legs. He pushed the back down and she kicked out the foot-board, locking the chair into a reclining position. "Show me how you do it. Show me how you get yourself off." It was by no means the first time he had asked her to masturbate for his pleasure, and it certainly wouldn't be the last time either. "Under one condition," she said, running her hands up and rubbing the material of her robe against the naked tops of her breasts. "I want you to tell me all about it, every detail: every moan, every groan, every screaming orgasm. I want to hear it all." Harry leaned forward and crushed her soft form under his. His tongue plundered her mouth and she gave as good as she got. He kissed down her chin, down her throat, around the base of her neck and up to her ear. "You asked for it," he ...
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