1. One Big Horny Weasley Family - chapter 15


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Male/Female, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 44.4, Source: sexstories.com

    broke first and began to guffaw loudly. “You are horrible,” she said, “what was that?” “Apparently you had a loose string in your bed,” he replied, the grin on his face betraying his lie. He finally broke down and told her about his latest experiment, an enchanted string that sought out the nearest sleeping person and tickled their feet. He hadn’t come up with a good name yet, but he’d figure it out soon enough. When he asked her why she hadn’t gone for her wand she admitted that it was in the bathroom and when she tried to go around the string it would move like a snake and strike at her feet. “I’ve half a mind to rescind my invitation,” she threatened him as he helped her up off the floor. “Let me make it up to you.” He bowed floridly without releasing her hand and bent his head to kiss her fingers. “I’ll give you a foot massage to make good girls weep and bad girls swoon.” “And which do you expect me to do?” “Two days ago I would have said weep, but we could hear Ginny’s screams in the great room last night.” Hermione blushed a bit and dipped her head. “Maybe you will still cry,” he said with a lecherous smile. She drew breath as though to retort but settled for smacking him on the arm. “Meet me in the garage in twenty minutes. Sit in the driver’s seat of your jaguar and open the sun roof.” “Alright,” he said cautiously. George was very confused now. Alicia had insisted that they use his beloved white 1988 Jaguar XJ6 to transport the food and other incidentals they were ...
    going to need for the weekend rather than Apparating as they normally would. He was also surprised to see that the garage had been cleaned when they brought it up Thursday night. It seemed his wife and his sister-in-law were in cahoots. “Do I need to bring anything other than me?” “A jar of your best foot lotion.” She smiled and shooed him out of her room. Seventeen minutes after leaving Hermione’s room, and three minutes after finally convincing Fred that he didn’t need a wing-man for this date, George slid into the driver’s seat of his greatest material treasure. When he bought it he had no idea what to look for in a car, except that Tawny Kitaen had rolled around on the hood of one just like this and it had been the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Over the years he had learned a bit about how to maintain it and had even taught his father about what he learned. He had, however, steadfastly refused to let his father cast a flying charm on it. As long as it didn’t fly or magically squeeze between other cars and buildings, Fred would refuse to drive it. He settled into the rich leather seat and ran his hands around the polished wood and chrome steering wheel. He turned the key to the accessory setting and opened the sun roof. He laughed to himself as he remembered the time that Fred had stuck his head up through it as they were speeding down the M53 and caught a mouthful of bird shite. Suddenly the lights went out and the entire garage was cast into darkness. He waited a moment ...
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