1. One Big Horny Weasley Family- chapter 3


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

    time, so I didn’t move a muscle. I wanted her to pull my covers down and see how much she turned me on. She didn’t though, she just finished getting ready for bed, turned off the light and crawled into her own bed. I lay awake half the night fingering myself to orgasm after orgasm thinking about how pretty her pussy was and how much I wanted to taste it." Hermione smiled to herself, she had been right. "I remember that night." She would always remember that day. Amid fumbling fingers and earnest endearments, she and Ron had shed their virginity in the tree house out beyond the garden. "Don’t hate me, Hermione." Ginny cried and sniffled. "Never, Ginny." She felt bad for her friend; pining was a lonely affair. She got up and moved to the other couch where Ginny was sitting. She took her glass of wine and set it on the table, then drew Ginny to her shoulder as the girl started to weep. "I could never hate you, Gin. You’re my best friend in the world; you know things about me that nobody else knows. You’ve always been there for me when I needed a friend." She brushed Ginny’s hair back from her face. "I’m sorry I could never give you what you wanted." "I’m sorry," Ginny sniffled, "I should have just kept my mouth shut." "Shhh," Hermione whispered as she patted Ginny’s back and stroked her hair. She knew it might make the relationship between her and Ginny awkward, but she would do her best to put it behind her. "It’s alright, Gin; everything will be all right." Hermione could ...
    feel the warmth of Ginny’s skin through her skirt as her friend lay down on the couch and rested against her. She tried not to notice the pale beckoning skin of Ginny’s neck against the rich, flame red of her hair, the siren’s call of the generous breast, or the gentle sway of her waist before the flaring of hip into a well-rounded arse. She deliberately turned away from all the possibility that was just a gentle touch or word away. It would be a long night, and sleep would be elusive with no husband here to snuggle against; but she could not take that step, no matter how much she wanted to, nor how much Ginny wanted her to. They sat there, enveloped in painful silence for a long time until Ginny mumbled something. "What did you say?" Hermione whispered. "It’s okay, you can ask him," Ginny replied. "I just ask one thing." "What’s that?" "If he says yes, someday I want you to think about it, about maybe, maybe you and me, maybe just once. Maybe even me and you and Harry if you…" Hermione steeled herself to keep from saying yes right then, to avoid that touch that would be the signal of her crumbling will. "Alright, Ginny," she whispered, not trusting her full voice, "I’ll think about it." ---------- "So, what's it like playing for Wood again?" Ron asked Harry. The two men were sitting in the Captured Snitch pub at the Central England Quidditch Round, a centralized arena for Quidditch matches. "It's good. There are days, especially during road games that it's like being back in ...
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