“Is the sex good?”
“It’s fucking amazing. We have all this history, so there’s never that awkward moment of trying to connect. We care a lot for each other, so we want to make each other happy. I don’t ever have to wonder how he feels about me afterward, because I already know. He’s got his life, I’ve got mine, but we share a closeness most siblings don’t ever think about.”
“You make it sound pretty good.”
“It is. Think about it. If you decide you want to go for it, let me know and we’ll arrange something.”
“I know Harry would be excited to have Fred over. He hasn’t been that excited since the night he spent with Ron and Hermione.” From there, they transitioned into talking about the relationship between her and Harry, and how they were doing as a couple as they killed another bottle of wine.
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Ginny climbed the ladder up to the tree house and sprawled out inside. They had built it the year they bought the house so that Tristan and Gawain, Penny and Percy’s kids, would have one to play in. The twins had mostly been behind it, firm in their belief that every kid should have a tree house. The uncles had all tried to outdo each other, so inside it was a wizarding marvel. It was large and luxurious, nearly 500 square feet in what was clearly a 6×6 room on the outside. It had an icebox with an evercool charm on it, a small thermo-control box that kept the inside a balmy 69 degrees. The twins had stocked it with an endless supply of self-filling water balloons. Percy had even gotten in to it and cast an anti-falling charm on the ladder so no one would get hurt climbing in or out.
She crawled over to the icebox and retrieved a bottle of water. She wished they’d had something like that in the one she had as a kid. The one she shared with her brothers had just been a small shack built in the branches. She opened the bottle of water, and wished again she had brought a bottle of wine. It was best she hadn’t though; she suffered from the same problem Ron did, everything seemed like a good idea when she was drunk; and she really needed to be a little more sober when she started thinking about whether this was a good idea.
There were really two problems to solve, Ron and Hermione. Ron was a bit more upright than most of his brothers, a little more Percy, a little less Fred and George. He used to be more of a free spirit like her, but his school years had been quite a bit different than her own, and Hermione was a strong influence on him whether he admitted it or not.
First was the question of Hermione. They had really gotten into it last night. She couldn’t ever remember feeling as wanton or depraved as she had last night with Hermione. Even the threesome this morning had almost seemed tame by comparison, at least until Hermione had put on the strap-on and DP’d her ass while she fucked Harry. She snapped her fingers up. She’d started to rub her crotch as she thought about this morning, but she needed to stay focused. She took a deep breath and a long drink of cold water.
How would Hermione feel about her husband fucking his sister? Probably not great, she was still pretty straight-laced, despite her participation in the weekend’s activities. She could probably get her to buy into the ‘it’s only sex’ argument a lot better though. After all, it was the same argument that Hermione had made to Ron- it was only a weekend of depraved sex. Besides, she was only thinking in terms of casual contact maybe a little oral sex, not full on intercourse. As she mulled that thought over, she became more convinced that she could talk Hermione into seeing it her way. She could dangle the possibility of more sex with her and Harry as a benefit, and if they did foursomes they wouldn’t have to wait until someone was out of town or otherwise occupied.
That still left the question of Ron. How would she convince him that it was okay for him to have sexual contact with his sister? An idea began to form as she remembered what Hermione had said about Ron’s sexual proclivities. Of course, first she had to get him in here to talk to her. She rummaged around until she found a pen and some heavier weight paper in a cupboard. She scrawled a quick note on it and tapped it with her wand. It quickly folded itself into a small bird and sat up expectantly. She carefully pictured Ron in her mind and thought about their connection; then she tapped the bird with her wand and spoke the incantation. The bird’s wings flapped for a moment, giving it a bit of unsteady lift. It circled the room twice, gaining speed and surety as it did. Then it shot out the window and banked toward the house.
She decided to relax while she waited to see if she got a response. With a flick of her wand a foot locker opened and blankets flew across the small room. They flattened and began to stack until she had something that resembled a bed. She found a few pillows in another foot locker and topped it all off with a red and gold fleece blanket that was draped over a rocking chair in the corner. Having decided that it looked comfortable enough, she picked up the forum style magazine that Angelina had loaned her. After a moment’s consideration, she stripped off her jeans and top. Comfortably naked, she again picked up the book and crawled into her makeshift bed.
Once she was settled, she picked up the small tome and considered it. Confessions: Sibling Rivalry. The youngish couple on the magazine stock cover did look surprisingly similar, like they very well could be siblings. His arms wrapped about her, covering her chest for decency’s sake as her hand casually concealed most of her unshaven bush. Given the feathering of their blonde hair, she guessed it had to have been taken in the early 1980’s.
She flipped the cover open and scanned the titles: Sister Finds My Toys*, My Sister and Her Friends*, My 3 Evil Sisters*, Little Sister’s Dilema*, Forbidden Fruits, and Watching Willy Wank. The last title was terrible, but it had a certain appeal. She flipped to it and was pleased to see it was a longer story, something that would kill some time and hopefully give her some ideas.
“Hey, Gin, I’m coming up.”
Ron’s voice startled her. She was barely into the story but it was starting to get interesting. She hurriedly tucked the blanket in around her naked body. “That was quick,” she said as he stuck his head through the trapdoor. She stuck her magazine under the edge of the mattress, hoping he hadn’t seen the title.
“I was just hanging out in the hot tub, since you stole away my playmate.” He pulled himself through the door and she saw that he was only wearing baggy shorts and a thin t-shirt; his hair was still damp and looked like he had only run his fingers through it. It was a good look for him, she thought.
“I didn’t steal nothing,” she replied with a cheeky smile, “she came to me all on her own.” She flipped the blanket back and patted the pile next to her. “You look cold, come warm up.” He gave her a dubious look. “I only bite on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays,” she said and winked at him.