“You sure?” The grin on his face was triumphant as he waggled his jaw. “There might be one more waiting.” He bent and flicked his tongue across her clit. Her entire body clenched and curled in on itself. She cried out in pain. “Are you okay?” he stretched out next to her and put his arm around her shoulders.
“I’ll be fine. I’m just super sensitive right now.” She forced herself to relax and then curled into his embrace. The room stank of sweat and sex, but there was a breeze tickling her exposed back, cooling her as the smell of spring trickled in. She started running her fingers through the patch of ‘man-fur’ in the middle of his chest. She thought she might drift off to sleep. Her hand wandered and she found the strip of thin hair that ran from his belly down into the rest of his pubic hair.
“Don’t.” She wasn’t sure if that was a statement or a request.
“And if I do?” she teased. She began running her index finger up and down the line; the possibility of teasing her brother brought her back to consciousness.
Ron snatched her hand up in his, and brought it to his mouth. He lightly kissed her fingers before putting his hand on his chest, still holding her fingers gently, but firm. “I’ve already fucked up by the numbers; I don’t need it to be any worse.”
“What do you mean?” She looked up at him in consternation. They had just had really good sex, or at least foreplay. He sure didn’t seem to be bitching about it when he was cumming in her mouth.
“How the hell am I supposed to explain to my wife that I like going down on my sister? She’s going to lose her fucking shit.” He took a deep breath. “God, I’m an idiot.”
Ginny extracted herself from his embrace and sat up. She pulled the blanket up to cover her chest as she gave him a serious look. His face was pale, his freckles in much sharper contrast than usual. His eyes were a bit red at the edges. His mouth was set in a serious frown.
“You liked going down on me?” He looked at her like she was half out of her mind.
“You think I’d work that hard for just anyone?” He extended a hand to her and she took it in hers. “Before this weekend, I’d never thought of you in a sexual way; but from the moment we started all I wanted was to hear you calling my name.”
She thought she might be blushing. She and Ron were very close, and the idea of being intimate with him had crossed her mind several times over the years, but she had always ruthlessly squashed it. When Hermione had talked to her about the threesome with Ron and Harry, she had been bitterly disappointed that Hermione hadn’t considered her for the other girl in the threesome with Ron. She hadn’t expected it, but the possibility of fucking her husband and her best friend had fueled more orgasms than she would ever admit to.
“Would you like to,” she hesitated to use the word fuck, because they wouldn’t just be fucking; not if he felt the way she thought he did. “Would you make love to me?” She drew his hand up and kissed his fingers.
The look that crossed his face could only be described as agony. He released her hand and cradled her face in his palm. “We can’t.” She dropped her head, she had known that would be his answer, but it didn’t hurt any less. “Maybe Hermione will forgive me if I don’t do anything else. I hope to God she will. If she doesn’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“You two don’t have some kind of agreement about this weekend?”
“Sure we do, but I’m certain that agreement doesn’t cover me having incestuous relations with my sister.”
She gave him a broad smile. “So it’s okay for her to fuck me, but not you?”
Ron shook his head and grinned in spite of himself. “Pretty sure that’s how it works. Pretty sure you two are sisters in name only. Pretty sure she can’t get you pregnant with banjo-playing babies.”
That one made her laugh, which apparently made him smile. An idea occurred to her, and she thought about it for a minute while she sat there holding his hand to her cheek. “I can fix this,” she said seriously as she sat up straighter and held his hand in hers. “It’s probably not as honest a solution as you would like, but fixes the problem for now.” He gave her a questioning look. “You’re right about this might be a problem, especially for your wife. I think she might come around on it though, but it’s definitely not going to be easier to get forgiveness than permission.”
Ron gave her a speculative look. “What did you have in mind?”
“I learned a lot about memory charms when I worked on the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad. I can remove the memory.”
“You’re going to obliviate me?”
“Please,” she said derisively. “Obliviate is an amateur’s tool. Using that spell on wizards and witches causes all kinds of problems. It’s like cracking an eggshell with a hammer. The spell I use will disconnect the memory from those around it, then remove it.”
“I’ll be sad to lose this, but it’s probably for the best. I can’t feel guilty for what I don’t know. Still feels dishonest though.”
“When I take the memory, I’ll store it. Maybe someday you can have it back. Maybe after we’ve all talked about what we want to do together.”
They got dressed, and by the time they were done the room no longer smelled like sex. Ron lay down on the pile of blankets and Ginny sat next to him. “You’re going to be disoriented for a few minutes when I’m done.” He nodded in response. “When you come back around, we’ll just be waking up from a nap and I’ll tell you what we talked about before you fell asleep.” He nodded again and closed his eyes.
“Think about the moment you entered the tree house, when you first saw the pile of blankets. Focus on that moment.” He nodded. She held her wand to his temple and whispered the words of the incantation. She drew her wand back and spun it around like she was spooling up thread. When the last of the memory’s wispy gray light had been collected, she un-spooled it into a water bottle and carefully sealed it. She set it aside and curled up next to her brother. She draped her leg over his and rested her arm on his chest. When he finally stirred a couple of minutes later she looked up at him and kissed his cheek. “Morning, sleepyhead.”
*Sister Finds My Toys, My Sister and Her Friends, My 3 Evil Sisters, and Little Sister’s Dilema are all stories hosted here at SexStories. If you haven’t read them yet, you should.