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Sexual Tension at Grimmauld Place	By : salton Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 217864 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter List
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CHAPTER 9 – Clean and Dirty

4/21/2012 – Okay, okay, it’s again been too long in between chapters. What can I say? Life is busy and sometimes the creative juices just aren’t flowing. As always comments are welcome. I shall be going back and doing some editing on previous chapters to correct error and to harmonize the storyline. Enjoy!

Gimme a few months for chapter 10…. J

Ron woke with a full bladder, an empty stomach, and the taste of whiskey and cotton in his mouth. Feeling the stickiness of the evening activities, he reached for his wand to light his way to the bathroom. However, it was dark only because he hadn’t yet opened his eyes to realize his was still under a layer of blankets. Finding his wand with a hand on the nightstand, his spell caused the light, which was already lit, to burst into a radiant glow before exploding.

Not only that, but the fixture to which the light was attached came crashing to the floor.

“Oh, no!” he realized his mistake, risking the covers from his face. “Now I’ve done it,” he mumbled, laying back into the bed to recover from the shock. Mornings after heavy drinking were not his specialty. Of course Hermione would be able to cast a spell to fix everything, but he was still sorry for the racket he made which had certainly woken everyone.

When the hisses and cries of complaint were not forthcoming after several seconds, he almost gave a sigh of relief until his searching hand came up empty and he realized that Hermione was no longer in bed beside him. “Mione?” Where is she now, he wondered? What time is it? Having only himself as a response, he reluctantly pulled himself from the warm mattress, which creaked in response.

Surveying the room, and seeing that Harry and Ginny were also missing, he ambled over to the kitchen window. Looking out the window Ron didn’t see any of his tent-mates but did notice the day was bright and warm, the evening storm a distant memory. “How’s that for a change in the weather,” he marveled to himself.

"I think there were Dementors out last night, mate," Harry answered, walking into the tent with Ginny sporting a radiant smile that was in marked contrast to the agitated scowl Ginny has in place.

Ron, having thought he was speaking to himself was surprised for a second, considered the pair, then their bed, then the door..."What were you guys doing outside his groggy mind finally getting in gear. And where is Hermione," he asked with worry creeping into his voice.

"She's outside reinforcing the wards," Ginny quickly answered. She realized the worry on Ron's face, but decided it would play to her advantage as he wouldn't be so concerned about what had happened between her and Harry last night.

"Ah, “ he seemed relieved as intended. “Well, maybe I'll go help," Ron offered, staggering a bit as he reached for his wand as his stomach churned and his head spun.

Harry raised a finger and grimaced signaling his friend that it probably was not the best idea to see Hermione right now. In truth, Hermione was probably still wiping cum from her face and chest. "Errr, you might want to wait, mate. You know how she gets when concentrating on her magic. Besides you'd just piss her off when you started asking again how to cast the wards, what with you in your current state."

"And what state is that? “Ron said defensively.” I can cast the wards just fine".

“That wasn’t you with the light just then was it, mate,” Harry arched an eyebrow gesturing to the fallen fixture.

“Hmm, maybe,” Ron stopped in mid-step, realizing that he would hardly be able to concentrate and imaging Hermione’s critical comments. "Maybe a shower first, and a little breakfast then? She was okay when you saw her, right?”

"She was just fine Ron," Ginny reassured him, thinking to herself how the other girl was much more fine that her at this moment. “And how are you doing this morning, brother? Still trying to recover a bit from your drinking binge.”

Ron flushed red, recalling the other activities besides the drinking she might be referring to. “Hmm, alright. Just a little hungry, you know,” he shrugged off the question, and on the defensive from thinking about Hermione. “I think I’ll be better after I get something in my stomach.”

"Breakfast sounds great," Harry added, “That’s a plan I can work with!”

"Here," Ginny said to Ron, tossing him the locket which had been itching her ever since she had come back inside, "I'm going to clean up around this mess and help Harry with the cooking and this'll just be in the way. So you're in charge of Vold....er..You-Know-Who's soul for the morning."

Catching the locket with a frown, Ron closed the clasp around his neck, "Great," was his less-than-enthusiastic response. Initially wondering why Ginny couldn't keep the locket with her while she was cooking. Not wanting to really discuss further on an empty stomach, he acquiesced. "Well, at least make sure there's bacon and eggs when I get out," he bargained.

"And beans?" Harry added mockingly.

"Toast and fresh orange juice too?" Ginny added her two cents. “Whole wheat toasted on one side for Ron.” Ron smiled at the small detail that his sister remembered.

Ron’s headache was dissipating with the thought of breakfast. He could also swear that the newly fastened locket around his neck had become warm to the touch. Fingering the heart-shaped gold, he had a hard time determining if it just wasn’t the heat of his own body that he felt. “Hmm,” he mused. “I think I’m feeling better already at the thought of you guys preparing breakfast.”

As his head become less clouded, Ron began to notice the couple before him, letting the golden locket settle around his neck. What he saw made his reddened and still-bleary eyes open a bit wider. Harry was in his bathrobe, but had made only a minimal effort to tie the belt leaving the better part of the front opened down to his muscled abs. The two sides of the garment overlapped so little starting at the waist that he couldn’t help do a double take of his friend's crotch. Why should I be interested in that, he chided himself, flushing and averting his eyes.

Turning his head in deference to his friend, who much still be hung over, he reasoned, he saw Ginny, his little sister, was scantily dressed in a billowy green nightshirt. Although the length of the shirt covered her body, the thin fabric let show hints of her darker areoles and her nipples. If that wasn’t enough, he stood transfixed as she bent over to start clear some beer bottles on the table between them. The straps over her shoulders allowed her shirt to fall forward, giving Ron a clear view of her dangling tits and her entire front down to her hairy crotch....shit!

"....or no juice..." Harry interrupted, bringing his friend back to reality. Had Ron just staring down his sister's shirt?! The thought was funny and strangely a bit of a turn-on, but he let his friend off the hook, not wanting to broach the subject of who was doing what to Ginny at the moment.

Ginny looked up confused as Ron quickly turned towards the bathroom, both to cut any further conversation, and to hide the nascent tent in his boxers. "Orange juice, but no pulp, please," he called. "And hash browns if it's not too much trouble," trailing off as he closed the bathroom door abruptly behind him.

Relieved to have a few moments of solitude, Ron tried not to think of the night before and instead focus on the breakfast waiting him after a hot shower. As his bare feet tracked across the cool bathroom floor, Ron shed both his shirt and boxers in quick succession so that he was nude as he stood at the glass entrance to the shower and adjusted the temperature and flow of the water.

Looking down, he remarked that his dick was still half-way erect from the brief glance down his sister’s shirt. Instinctively, he grabbed his meat with his hand, seeming to weight it, before giving himself a firm squeeze. ‘Shit,’ he muttered letting go of his pole. Was it the cold floor or did he feel a chill now around his neck and over his body? Damn locket! He was confident that Hermione would eventually come up with a plan to destroy it, but it couldn’t be soon enough for his taste. Well, in any case, a hot shower cured all ills.

Ron hopped briskly in the shower, letting the instant-on hot water wash over him, helping to wake him up and shake off the effects of seeing much more of his sister than he should have. His boner had been near-instantaneous, for his sister! It’s not like he wasn’t satisfied after last night…

“Crap,” sulked Ginny listening to the flow of water from behind the door, whilst dropping another couple of bottles in the trash.

“What is it?” Harry asked noticing how Ginny was standing over the mess from last night. “Don’t worry, I’ll help with the cleaning,” he comforted, “…and with getting you off.”

“Actually, I really have to use the bathroom,” Ginny returned the grin, crossing her legs to emphasize the point for Harry.

“Right,” Harry answered, now looking to the closed door. “Maybe you should have gone when we were all outside. I got to piss and cum.”

“Or maybe I should just announce to the world that I have to piss like you?” Ginny retorted, still feeling temperamental from not getting off, and having Harry rub it in. Maybe she would just diddle herself on the couch. Then, surprised by the voice behind her, she turned as Hermione walked in and closed the door behind her.

“Not you too, Ginny?” Hermione stated in mock disappointment at the other girl’s language. After a moment’s pause and reflection she offered, “Why not just go ahead and use the toilet if you have to go?

Harry gave Hermione a look. She did appear to have cleaned herself up well enough that no one would guess what had transpired just a few minutes ago. Harry was also somewhat surprised that she would be the one to suggest sharing the bathroom. “You do realize that Ron is still in there.”

“Obviously, “she confirmed, watching their reactions of questionly disbelief. “What?” she shrugged back. “We only had one bathroom in my house. When you gotta go ya’ gotta go my mom always said,” she recited with a smirk on her face.

“Do you think my brother will mind?” Ginny asked with a wicked smile. “Or do you think he’ll get all bent out of shape?”

“I’m sure he’ll get bent out of shape and then get over it,” advised Hermione with a wink. Besides, I’m sure Ron left some enormous breakfast order, and this room is not going to clean itself.

The wink and nod told her that something was up. However, nature called and with the official go-ahead from Hermione, Ginny sauntered into the bathroom, taking no further heed of the sound of the shower or the naked figure washing up behind the glass divider. “I’ll let Harry fill you in on what Lord Ron has demanded to break his fast.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, his first thought was of Hermione coming to wish him good morning. Turning around with a smile and a rude comment ready, he realized it was not Hermione who had walked in. “Shit,” Ron said, trying to cover up and turn around so at least his penis was not visible to his sister. “Ginny, get out! I’m taking a shower.”

“I see that, stupid.” Ginny retorted, now looking as the water poured over Ron’s body, as he attempted to use the cascading water as a shield. But I have to pee and there’s only one bathroom." He can hide his dick from me, but he can’t hide that tight butt, she giggled inside at her brother’s squirming. This was actually kinda’ fun. And in any case she had Hermione’s consent. “Besides it was Hermione that said I could.”

“Hermione…” Ron was momentarily speechless, as Ginny made a move to lower her pants, “Ginny!” as he found his words, “I can’t see you like that.”

“Then don’t look,” Ginny said evenly, “but I have to go really badly. Would you rather I go outside and risk being seen,” she said and she played the protective brother card. “And Hermione just set some deadly stuff outside. She says we might have to say here for a while and wanted to set some extra protection. That’s why she said it would be better if I just went here. You know she was too busy with your breakfast order to tell me everything that she cast.” Unsurprisingly, her tactic worked as expected.

Ron softened his tone, even as other parts of him were still less and less soft. “Fine, but make it quick, and don’t look.” He gave in; checking again that his sister could not see his meat as it twitched at the thought of what Ginny had been doing the other night with Harry. At least the steam on the glass was starting to help a little bit in that department. He turned the water on a little hotter to speed the process. Shit, he thought again, why I should be getting hard at the sight of my sister?!

Ginny pulled down her pants without hesitation and sat on the toilet. With Ron's head and body turned away, Ginny looked appreciating at her brother's body, through the steamed glass. With the hot water going as it was, there was actually a surprising bit of privacy, she sadly discovered. Having not cum just a little while ago was certainly driving her crazy and she barely resisted playing with herself right there.

Her morning tinkle done, Ginny stood, flushing and washing her hands. The tent was indeed magical, but the plumping somewhat less so as a wave of boiling-hot water descended over Ron in the. “Hey,” he yelped, dancing out of the scalding spray.

"Sorry," Ginny earnestly said as she finished up, disappointed that she had no further reason to taunt her naked brother, and she couldn’t even have the privacy to get herself off. As she turned to go the door opened once again and Harry walked in. Having changed to start cooking, he now proceeded to pull off his shirt.

Ron couldn't believe what was happening in front of his eyes. Having turned at the sound of the door opening and closing, he found that the bathroom was now full of people putting to rest any hope of enjoying a quiet relaxing shower. “What the hell are you doing here?” Can’t anyone see I’m taking a shower?!” He complained loudly.

“Relax mate”, Harry remarked,. “But make some space; you know there’s only one shower,”, laughing as he saw that way his friend was trying to prevent Ginny from seeing the ‘Weasly Jewels.’

"But what about breakfast?" he softened his tone, actually concerned that there would be no food after his shower.

"Well Ron, after Hermione heard your breakfast order, she thought it better that she handle the cooking," Harry explained. “And you know her; she threw a couple of spells and now bottles and dishes are flying and getting cleaned. It’s downright dangerous out there!”

Sharing the shower with Harry was certainly not a problem, although he had been looking forward to a few minutes alone. But the fact that his sister was still hanging around was quite another matter, “Harry,” Ron complained motioning in general with his hands as best he could while turned the other way, “Ginny is still here….Wait, Hermione sent you in here too?”

“More like chased me in to get out of the way… Oh right…., Ginny is here too. I was just thinking that I wouldn’t be the only one likely to catch an empty bottle in the face.…” Harry with a smile paused for breath. “I really think they should teach should come up with a separate spell for cleaning knives”

Ron recognized the real danger Hermione’s cleaning spells could pose, and could certainly see the logic in sheltering in the bathroom. Flying pot and pans aside, however, he just did not want it to be while he was taking a shower. Already he could feel his sister’s eyes on his butt, and the disturbingly mixed feelings it was giving him as he watched passively as Harry finished taking off his shirt. Suddenly realizing that Harry was not stopping there and was also on the verge of slipping off his briefs, Ron couldn’t help but object, cleaning spells or no. Ron looked back at him over his shoulder, still keeping his body turned from his sister, who he saw was now looking with wide eyes at between the shower and Harry.

“Harry! I mean that Ginny is here too,” Ron repeated, emphasizing his meaning with a tilt of his head.

Harry placed his thumbs inside the waistband but paused, looking back as his friend, “Ron…..”Harry started in slowly, looking over to his Ginny before continuing. He had pulled the elastic just enough to let Ginny, at her angle, get a good look at the top of his dark pubic hair, and gave her a smile.

“Yeah?” Ron responded meekly above the reverberating sound of the falling water, not failing to notice where Ginny attention was now focused.

“You do know that Ginny and I are dating?” he motioned his head to point to Ginny who was fixated on Harry’s crotch has he rolled back and forth on his feet, trying to explain the situation to her brother.

“Er, well, yeah, and that’s cool and all, but I…..”

“…And also that now that we’re living together, in a one-room tent, running for our lives, things are going to change a little.” Harry cut in, still ready to pull off his bottoms, but noticing the half convinced look on his friend’s face.

“But it will only take me a few….” Ron tried again only to be interrupted anew.

“…And we need to hurry if we’re all going to be ready when the food still hot,” he added for good measure. “Besides I’m a smelly mess and Hermione was adamant that I get clean before sitting at her table.”

“That’s not the….” Ron paused, “Her table?!” he blurted, forgetting for a minute the real difficulty at hand. He was hungry…and conflicted, and despite his best efforts, getting a little horny. “Err, but…” Said Ron, watching and remarking how Ginny was also seeming to anticipate seeing Harry without his bottoms. It was just a shower, wasn’t it? Ron rolled his shoulders as he let the hot water stream pleasantly down his body, absorbing the warmth from his neck to his toes. Harry had a point with the single bathroom. With all their drinking last night they had been fighting last night for the toilet until bedtime.

“Don’t the guys all shower together in the dorms anyway, Ron,” Ginny added, taking advantage of the silence to add two cents. Of course she had never had opportunity to spectate in the boys showers with all the protective wards in place, but given her current frustrated state it seemed like a good idea to try and stick around.

“I guess, but…” Ron hesitated, feeling the water seemingly get hotter as it ran over his head and down his back. It was at this moment as he looked down against between his legs to see as their conversation continued his excitement was beginning to show itself more than a little. Excited to see Harry’s tool again? Shit, first my sister and now Harry! Maybe excited to be watched? Maybe all of the above… To see is sister looking eagerly at his best mate’s crotch waiting for him to take his dick out was actually was so wrong but exciting at the same time. Shit, what had come over him.?

Ron cursed himself, shrugging as he felt the chain that held the locket weight around his neck. Along with the hot water, it was now somewhat uncomfortable, but he had more important things on his mind. Harry and Ginny: It wasn’t like he wanted to DO anything. It was just sort of exciting seeing Harry and imagining himself naked like that in front of Hermione. Or was it what Harry could do to Ginny? Fuck, that should make me mad! It used to get me upset…. Could it be all this life or death stuff, and what about last night? Maybe it was just normal guy stuff…. But how can we all face each other after what happened last night?

As he sorted his feelings and before he had the chance to say another word he was eagerly watching as Harry slid his briefs to the floor, revealing the entirety of his naked body including his flaccid penis, and heavy sac. He felt a twinge of excitement as Ginny’s eyes opened wider and a smile passed between her and Harry, and it was obvious that she was liking what she was seeing. Then, as promised, Harry nonchalantly crossed the tiled floor and took his place in the shower. Well, we’re facing each other now, Ron almost laughed.

Although there was only one shower, it was quite spacious, with the large showerhead mounted directly overhead and a glass enclosure on three sides. “That’s feels good,” Harry said, running his hands through his mess of hair, relaxing as the hot water flowed down his body. Reaching over to Ron’s side he grabbed the soap and proceeded to lather his hands and wash is face.

Ron watched Harry moved in beside him in the shower, like so many times at Hogwarts. He stole a brief glance at his friend’s soft member, becoming keenly aware that his own tool was not as deflated. Had this been to dorms or the locker room after practice, it would have been positive development to show off his size. However, it more than a little embarrassing that he was semi-erect in the presence of his sister. I can’t even enjoy my shower now.

Quickly rinsing his face, Harry also did the requisite quick assessment of this friend’s dick, surprised to find the dripping shaft angling away from his body. He looked up and continued to lather his arms and torso, passing a small smile of understanding to Ron. Considering what he had been doing to Hermione’s, his thoughts had a twinge of guilt, and he could hardly begrudge Ron for his arousal, even if it was due to his girlfriend and Ron’s own sister.

Ginny watched Harry’s tight butt as he made his way over to the shower, and followed the silence exchange between the two boys. Although Ron hadn’t turned around, still hiding himself, Harry had no such qualms and was facing her. She watched him begin to soap his body, stretching his arms over his head to wet his hair and soap the hair under his armpits. She stared, droolingly at his limp tool hanging exposed between his legs. Harry might not be horny at the moment be she was certainly hot and bothered. What she had done with Hermione only a brief time ago had her practically tingling with desire. She could certainly imagine using her mouth to get Harry ready again before received the pleasure she so needed. Added to those thoughts was how much of a thrill it would have been to see that ass of her brother’s last night as he plowed Hermione.

What was she doing here watching her brother shower? Despite her fantasies, this was certainly wrong, she thought. Then again she could hardly argue with the two wet and soapy masculine bodies in front of her. And it had been Hermione who sent her in her in the first place. In fact Hermione had sent both Harry and her in. Hermione, she thought of the girl’s soft lips grazing her own while sharing Harry’s cock. Was sending her in here intentional? Her mind spun with the possibilities. Ron, for the moment seemed to be less annoyed to have her in the same room. What did she think was going to happen?

The question, of course, was what did she want to happen? Deciding in that instant, gazing at her boyfriend’s crotch and her brother’s ass, Ginny quickly shucked her robe and before Ron could notice to complain had joined the two boys in the shower.

“Welcome aboard,” joked Harry is surprise, watching Ginny cup her hand to catch the flow of water and wetting her face and front. He certainly wouldn’t have thought it was a good idea for Ginny to join them and that she should have known better, but now the deed was done he had to admit it was certainly fun and naughty.

“Shit!” spat Ron. Sorting his feelings was one thing but now both Harry AND Ginny were in the shower with him. “What the hell are you doing, Ginny?!” This could not be happening! He had just begun to come to grips with Harry and Ginny together, helped in no small measure by the fact that he and Hermione were now having sex. But to see his sister naked, in the shower, with Harry in front of him, while he was also naked was going too far.

“Come on, Ron. Honestly,” Ginny tried to assume Hermione’s voice, talking to her brother’s back. “You can deal with Voldemort…..” she pushed on as he winced at the name… “Okay almost. Anyway, you can deal with imminent death but not with a quick shower amongst friends and family?” Ginny joked. “We used to take baths all the time together at home when we were kids.”

"You two must have been cute splashing around in the tub together!" Harry laughed, trying to smooth things over with a joke. And, although he did feel guilty for what he and Ginny had done with Hermione outside the tent while Ron was still sleeping, at least it was helping him avoid getting an immediate boner in front of his friend.

"And I suppose you and Dudley had a few memorable moments as well, yeh?" Ron retorted over his shoulder, still hiding his front side, stealing a glance at his sister and Harry. The locket around his neck seemed to pulse as the thought crossed his mind that he was all too happy last night to hear his Ginny scream out as she climaxed.

Could you hand me the soap, Harry?” asked Ginny, simply ignoring the discussion and continuing as if everything was normal.

Feeling his dick throb again, he realized her could not turn to discuss the matter, and tried to concentrate on something else besides his sister. “Fine, just hurry it up so we can go eat,” he tried to picture breakfast while reaching back over his left side for a bottle of shampoo.

“Here, Harry let me do your back,” Ginny continued, holding the soap in her hand. If her brother was going to ignore her, then she could just as well concentrate on Harry.

Harry faced Ron’s back, and shrugged as Ginny started soaping his arms, working her way down his back. He noticed that the coolness of the room had enticed Ron back a step under the water.

Ron turned a quarter turn and watched as Ginny soaped Harry’s body. Then his hand stretched to reach the shampoo and he commenced to lather his hair again, even though he was already clean. He had clearly stated his feelings, but Ginny had not seemed to hear one word. At the same time a part of him felt excited about the situation. Something was keeping him in the shower. “I suppose Hermione will take a bit of time to get everything ready,” he reasoned.

“No doubt,” Ginny mumbled, reaching around washing Harry leg then came around and stared washing Harry limp member. Seeing her brother still turned she used her soapy hand the jack Harry’s dick a few times. It had not escaped her notice that her brother seemed intent on sticking around, as she took another moment to appreciate his firm ass.

Harry quickly reached back around and between her legs for a quick grope of his own. “You are so bad,” he mouthed to her, watching her eyes widen as his fingers slide over her clit.

Having Ginny soapy hand between his legs, and the look of lust in her eye, was pumping new life into his dick, as Harry looked down at his growing length, then quickly to Ron to make sure he couldn’t see him also getting hard. Deciding it better to not run the risk, he turned his back to Ron, forcing Ginny to follow around, placing her back-to-back with her brother, and in the middle shower beneath the steamy spray of water

Ron heard the pair change positions and saw that Ginny and Harry were now facing away. At least he could rinse his hair and share in the hot stream of water. Maybe this could work out, he thought and stepped back under the water, turning at the same time to grab a facecloth hanging on the wall. Of course this would have been a lot easier if it had been Hermione and not his sister.

With her hands around Harry body, Ginny had no chance to wipe her hair as it fell over her face. As the soap from her hair ran into her eyes, Ginny turned to rinse her face under to flow of water to rinse. As she did so she came face to face with her brother as he also rinsed his hair and face and under his arms. He is eyes were closed and his mouthed was set in a smile as the spray of water cascaded over his face and down his body. Ginny was the first to open her eyes as was surprised to see the front of her brother. Her eyes followed the flow of water down her brother body and gasped.

“Oh!”

Ron’s eyes shot open and he and were stung by the mix of soap and water. He recovered, managing to open one eye then the other, and looked at Ginny as she remained gawking at him. He was speechless; what could he possibly say to his naked sister as he stood with a semi-hard boner in front of her. He flushed a brighter red, but couldn’t help drinking in the sight of her naked body. Dappled by soap bubbles and rivulets of hot water, she seemed a little less her sister for a moment. He felt a tug around his neck and a flush of heat from the locket as he remained glued in place.

"Shit Ron," Ginny marveled, shocked. Her brother was hung almost like Harry. All those fantasies of her and Harry’s about watching Ron get it on with Hermione came rushing to the fore, as she gazed and the wet pole sticking out from the matted dark red hair between her brother’s legs.

Ron tried to turn back around to hide himself, but instead found his feet refused to move. Harry had also turned and he and his sister were now both staring at him and he knew his own cock was more than half-hard. “I’ll just finish rinsing and go see how breakfast is coming along,” he whimpered, but still found he was unable or unwilling to move. It was also at that moment her realized the he wasn’t the only one sporting wood. Harry’s cock was far from the limp state it had been in when he got into the shower.

“Ron!” Ginny continued, still tried to decide what to make of the situation. Using the toilet and then jumping in the shower was fun and naughty, but this was another level altogether.

Ron looked over at Harry, and then his sister, all the while standing under the water, his mind racing to find an excuse, and a way to extricate himself. Time seemed to run in slow motion and he imagined he could see each drop of water as it flowed down his sister’s hair and chest.

Ginny watched Ron in his indecision, and how he watched her. A tightness in her stomach and a warmth between her legs were an instinctive response the large phallus is front of her, that reminded her once more that she hadn’t gotten off this morning despite all that had happened. She looked at Harry’s erection and seemed to make up her mind. "Why didn't you tell me that my brother had such a big dick," Ginny turned fully to at Harry who was now also trying to recover his words.

At the mention of Ron, Harry turned his attention to his friend, then to Ginny. Ron wasn’t moving, standing there with is semi-erect dick, and Ginny was breathing heavily. He himself was just grasping the gravity of the situation, the atmosphere in the shower having turned from simple sexual teasing to full-blown arousal, as he felt himself starting to respond to the situation. “Well, it's not really my business to go advertising another guy's junk....it's a little weird, you know?" he tried to explain.

"Ginny!" Ron complained as if having been pushed a bit too far, "Let's just stop this. You know, Harry's my best mate, you're my sister, and Hermione, my actual girlfriend, is not even here. It's just not right on so my levels." Ron looked around the bathroom for help, "Harry?"

Harry was now horny and getting just as hard as Ron, who for the record, despite his complaints, was having no problem maintaining his hardon. Why he was so horny so soon after cumming, and with so little sleep was a mystery! What was sure was that he had to restrain himself from grabbing his dick and jacking off. "Well, errr, it's true that 'Mione's not here right now....," he desperately tried to be helpful to both Ginny and Ron while mastering his own carnal urges.

"Ron, you're fucking hung!" Ginny flushed, watching the response of her brother to these brazen words. “Hermione must love what you do to her what that!”

Ron’s mouth hung open as he digested his sister’s words. Oh, merlin, he thought, this is turning him on. He looked over at Harry, behind Ginny, only to find that his best friend was also gawking at Ginny and showed no sign of offering any help. “Alright, alright…” he finally said, playing for time, feeling his heart race. He had to say something to explain himself. “I’m sorry you guys. I don’t know what to say,” he stammered. “I’ll just go see how breakfast is coming.”

“Wait, Ron,” Ginny blurted, turning to Harry for help. Ron, stood still at his sister’s words.

“It’s alright, Ron,” Harry offered, now looking between Ginny and him. “Being all naked in the shower was kinda’ just a little dirty fun to get to loosened up, especially after last night. Maybe that’s even what Mione’ was thinking when she sent us all in here, you never know with her schemes. I’m even getting a little turned on with Ginny here. It’s nothing to worry about. And if you were thinking about last night also, we totally understand.”

"That's not what I mean, mate...." Ron interjected, glancing again at how Harry was also aroused. “I mean yeah I guess with Hermione and all,” he paused glancing at the bathroom door, “but I wasn’t really thinking about Ginny.” He stopped now looking at his sister again, while his mind churned and he realized that with each twitch of his dick below he was indeed thinking of her, and her and Harry, and the three of them under the warm water. “But like you said, after last night and everything…” He couldn’t believe he had brought up last evening.

“That was kinda’ fun, you have to admit. Right, Harry?” Ginny prodded, taking up the conversation as if on cue. Looking over at her boyfriend, her eyes widened as they fell upon his stiffening dick, dripping with soap and water, as the cascade of the shower poured down between the three.

“Err, well, yeah,” Harry tentatively agreed. “It did seem that everyone had a good time, eh buddy?” Harry was now also beginning to wonder about Hermione’s plan. Was this her way to feel less guilty? That didn’t seem to make much sense, but then again Ron was certainly turned on by the whole situation, without Hermione around…

Ron thought back to last evening and the drinking, and the creaking bed, and how he had heard Harry and Ginny only a few feet away, and then how Hermione had opened her legs and impaled her tight cunt on his cock.

Ginny watched as her brother’s cock started getting harder and bigger, the large head now angling upward. Harry took a step to the side so that he was no longer behind Ginny, and the trio formed a small circle under the shower head. It was now clearer for Ron and everybody than Harry too was excited as his hardened pole gutted into the fall spray of water for everyone to see. The pair of hard wet cocks made an impressive sight.

Ron looked down, unable to stop himself from admiring his own dick, and Harry’s alongside. At least he wasn’t the only one sporting wood now. The fact that his sister was part of the circle did nothing to diminish his ardor as the water now ran backward down his shaft, and dripped from his balls adding a tickling stimulation that he rather enjoyed. In fact, his sister was, in a word, perfect. Her perky tits seemed ideally proportioned, her arms and legs well-toned, and her belly retained just a hint of baby-fat without sacrificing the curve from her waist to her hips. “Well, it was kinda’ fun, I have to admit…” he finally relented, allowing his arousal to overcome his inhibitions. “And I really needed to get drunk after being almost killed by you-know-who.”

“It did sound like you and Hermione were having a good time, and letting off a lot of stress” Harry ventured, watching Ron’s flushed face take on an even darker color.

“Er, well, yeah I suppose.” Ron didn’t know what came over him as he allowed himself to relive the other night in the darkness. “I guess you guys let off a bit of stress yourselves as well,” he hesitated in adding, unable to stop himself from looking between Ginny legs.

“I think we all needed to get a little drunk and out of control last night after everything that happened,” commented Harry, following his friend’s eyes and giving Ron a way to explain away the situation under the guise of being drunk. Reaching again for the soap, he started washing again, intent on prolonging their time. “So we’re okay, no worries. We’ll finish washing up and then get some chow.”

“Fuck, I know I was absolutely wasted,” blurted Ginny, watching as Harry soaped his body again, his hands working their way down his torso and finally between his legs, causing his dick to jump back and forth. She watched expectantly as Ron’s eyes popped as her crude words, then nodded to Harry and motioned for him to hand the bar over to him.

Ginny smiled and continued, “Those beds are so old and noisy, but I just could stop myself after all the beer and fire-whisky. Even Hermione was plastered after the third bottle of wine.”

“Yeah she was,” Ron laughed for the first time, running the bar of soap over his arms and torso, then down over his legs and back up. “All I know is that was totally horny being in bed with her, but when I heard you two over in your bed I wondered what you were doing to my sister,” he admitted, stealing another glance at Harry’s cock, now pulsing with the flow of blood. Not being able to help himself, he made sure to run his soapy hand up the length of his pole before passing the soap over to Ginny, who grabbed it eagerly.

“I suppose we did make a lot of noise,” said Harry, watching as Ron rinsed himself while keeping an eye on his sister. “Sorry about that, mate,” he muttered eyes wide as Ginny ran the soap over her chest and then quickly spread her legs reaching to rub vigorously from her ass, between her legs to her closely trimmed bush. “But I promise that I have as much respect for your sister as you do for Hermione.”

Ron’s eyes were glued, following Ginny’s lathering. Watching Harry and then Ron soap their respective crotches in succession, Ginny couldn’t resist doing the same, making sure to put as much pressure on her clit as she rubbed. The fact that she was putting on a bit of a show was just an added bonus at this point as she left instantly aroused with all her pent up frustrations.

“Oh I suppose it’s fine,” Ron spoke as if in a trance, as his sister bent at the knees to run the soap a second and a third time between her legs. “When we heard all the noise, that was actually when Hermione kissed me and distracted me from staying anything to stop you. Then as his kissed me she opened her legs and shoved my dick inside her.”

“Ron!” squealed Ginny. Ron stopped, realizing what he had said and wondering what had prompted him to reveal such a thing. “Shit!”

“Mr. Weasly,” Harry whistled. “The old kiss so you won’t notice how your dick is going between my legs trick,” Harry laughed. “I’ve fallen for that a few times.”

Ron couldn’t help but laugh and think back to the surprise and then the pleasure of penetrating Hermione after have her play with him under the sheets. “What can I say,” he tried to shrug away his reddening face, but instead looked down again at his own dick that had been responsible.

“So was that before or after Harry got up to piss with a huge boner in his shorts?” Ginny boldly questioned, passing the bar of soap over to Harry who backed a half step to lather up for the third time.

“It wasn’t a ‘huge’ boner,” Harry complained, washing his armpits, and purposely letting his torso and hips lean forward. He looked down at his erection, and saw Ginny and Ron were doing the same. The way is pubic hair was shaved just to the base of his cock made the thick shaft stand out even more, and his balls hung low and heavy in the hot shower.

“Harry, I can confirm it was fully huge,” Ron countered, seeming to forget the subject he was being forced to expound upon. “If I hadn’t been already drunk I would have killed you for standing right in front of me to give me the drink of fire whisky.” He hesitated a moment before adding, “kind’a like it is right now.”

Harry gestured at Ron, “and you’re one to talk…”

Ron looked down at his own member and shrugged his shoulders.

Ginny couldn’t help herself, remembering the moment, “You really would have killed him if you knew that when he came back to bed he slipped that huge boner inside me,” Ginny blurted, then wondered by the stunned expression on Ron’s face wondered if she had gone too far.

Ron’s eyes were wide open looking from his sister to Harry and back again. He was strangely aware of the locket around his neck, but decided to ignore it to process what his sister had said. Finally he seemed to realize,” so you’re saying that you were inside by sister and I was inside Hermione almost from the start?” Ron stood amazed, then couldn’t help but look at the three of them again, standing in a circle on display for each other. “Shit.”

“I guess so, mate,” Harry shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I just couldn’t help myself either.”

“Shit,” Ron repeated, seeming to process the information. He looked down at his dick which was now almost fully hard, and he barely resisted grabbing it with his hand. He looked between the other two naked bodies in the shower with him, picturing them doing the same as he and Hermione had done. “And I guess those alarms you set were meant to go off at every squeak of the bed then?” Ron laughed, shifting his gaze from Harry to his sister. “So you and Harry….” It was a statement made with a smile, and Ginny seemed relieved even more turned on by the fact that her brother wasn’t mad, and that the moment he actually acknowledged herself and Harry was when he was standing naked with them both in the shower!

“I guess the cat’s out of the bag now,” Ginny laughed, running her hands through her hair and letting it spill down one shoulder, then grabbing the shampoo and starting to lather again..

“I meant to tell you, Ron,” Harry said honestly. “Things just moved a little fast with me and Ginny, the way we’ve been on the run with only ourselves to count on,” Harry honestly admitted, watching how Ginny stepped forward, her perky tits leading the ways. “I’m glad you and Hermione are happy too. I know that Ginny makes me happy.”

Ginny moved closer between the two boys, letting the water of the shower spray over her firm and ample bosom, her nipples hardening as she intentionally let the small jets from the shower above hit her nipples. “Very happy,” she interjected, looking again at Harry’s hardness and then lewdly over to her brother to convey exactly what she meant.”

Ron couldn’t believe he was actually having this conversation. Even more incredible, was that he was have this conversation while his sister was flaunting her naked body in front of him. What was happening to him? He was confused and aroused at the same time, with arousal quickly getting the better of him. “I think I can say that Hermione is equally happy,” he smiled himself, realizing that the fact his sister was watching him was turning him on.

“She sounded pretty happy last night,” Harry agreed, watching the exchange between Ginny and Ron. He felt even more blood rush to this dick as he saw his friend was not angry but happy and very horny, and that Ginny was obviously getting more turned on my the second..

Interlocking his hands behind his head, enjoyed the sensation of the warm water and the feeling of the eyes upon him, even as he felt I ring of even more intense warmth around his neck, and between his legs.

Ginny could stand it no longer. Between seeing Harry and Hermione cum this morning and the sexual energy in the shower, she was at her limit. It was then that she decided to take a chance. "I want to see your two cocks together," she announced brazenly.

“Ginny?” Harry looked as her with wonder, watching as she stepped forward leaving her legs now slightly parted.

"Oh, give over you two," Ginny pouted. "Ron just admitted to fucking Hermione. And now everyone knows that you were fucking me in the other bed. Here we have the two fat dicks responsible for all the noise, we’ve established that Hermione and I are quite happy, and now I want to make a comparison. Besides, I know you've done it lots of time at school."

"That's totally different," Ron complained, watching his friend's erecting jutting out proudly from his body. "That's guy stuff....." he trailed off, realizing he wasn't helping his argument. He felt a strange sensation in his mind and he easily gave into the losing the argument and unconsciously shuffled forward a few tentative steps.

Ginny and Harry watched as Ron veined penis and heavy sack swayed and he moved into a better position, despite his complaints. Oh, merlin she mumbled to herself. It was definitely weird and wrong to be this excited about Ron’s naked body, but after all a cock was still a cock. It was long, and fat, and hard; She had to admit it was gorgeous!

Harry also squared his body, presenting his equipment. As the two boys' hardons swayed under the water, Ron foot slipped in the sudsy water causing the tip of his dick to graze the top of Harry's shaft.

Ron felt as his hardon rubbed up against Harry's under Ginny's watchful gaze. Fuck, this is so wrong, he thought to himself again, feeling a lump in his throat as his prick jumped at the contact. He watched Harry to see that he was not offended by the inadvertent touch. Shit, Harry is almost totally hard, he noticed. Was he actually getting into this?

"Oh yes, that's it guys," Ginny chirped excitedly, watching the two mostly-erect dicks brush together. Now stand up straight, Harry, so I can make a proper judgment.

Harry took his dick in his soapy hand, angling it upward, enabling Ginny's measurement. "How’s this, sweetie," he lightly mocked.

"That's nice Harry, but just make sure it is hard....., like it was for your show last night" she brazenly encouraged him in front of her brother. She smiled as Harry hesitated only a second before soaping the length of his pole. "And you're not hard enough either, Ron," Ginny chided.

Ron looked at the way Harry was now running his hand slowly up and down his shaft. In just a few seconds, his pole had filled out to its full length, with his hand still moving to keep it hard. Harry was also, he noted, concentrating on both his sister's naked body and his own hard dick, dripping from the shower water.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” Ginny mewed, excitedly bouncing on her feet, causing her breasts to bounce seductively in front of the boys.

"Well, okay," Ron admitted, feeling a sudden thrill of excitement at being watched, and taking the proffered bar from Harry. “We should make it fair, even if this is totally weird." With that, Ron soaped his hands and wrapped the left around his dick, and gave a few rough pumps. The effect was immediate, as soapy member came the rest of the way to attention and a deep moan rumbled in his throat.

"Oh, shit Ron," Ginny gasped as she watched her brother actually jack his dick in front of her. How he had agreed to this, she wondered; her slutty mind telling her that it hardly mattered when the sight of his shiny wet cock was turning her on so damn much. Not to mention the second huge piece of meat between Harry legs.

"Sorry," Ron blurted, "I was ahaa...."

"No, nothing's wrong," Ginny quickly insisted. "It's just that you're really fucking big and hard, and it looks really cool the way you're moving your hand like that. Harry you should do it like that too."

Harry watched his friend's cock stiffen, as Ginny's compliments made his face turn even redder. Ron had a raging hardon in the shower with his sister and his best friend. This was absolutely incredible and so sexy.

"Hmmm, thanks," Ron said sheepishly, acknowledging for the first time how Ginny was gawking at his fat tool in his hand. This had certainly never been part of the communal baths when they were kids!

"This is almost like that time we all jerked off in the shower after practice, remember?" Harry offered, tightening his grip the slide the skin of his dick over the sensitive nerves beneath.

"What?!" Ginny squealed, looking Harry in the eyes, then scanning his muscled body again down to his crotch.

"I thought we said we'd never discuss that," Ron complained, now using just the ring of his thumb and finger to stimulate the underside of his cockhead. Despite his vocal disapproval, tellingly, he showed no inclination of slowing or stopping

"I know, I know, mate," Harry demurred, "it's just that this reminds me of that time, and it was pretty hot, you have to admit." Harry watched as Ginny bent her knees again, bowing her legs and revealing more of what was between her legs to her masculine shower-mates At the same time Ron's fingers worked to deftly slide the skin of his uncut dick back and forth over the ridge of the swelled head.

Ginny's mouth hung open as she whipped her head back and forth between to two boys, then to their dicks, then looking Harry in the eyes, "Now you've got to tell me!" she demanded, pulling her shoulders and arms together to squeeze and accentuate her cleavage. "Was George and Fred there too?" her knees quivering at the idea. She noticed that even as Ron hesitated to revealing the details, the speed of his hand on his dick noticeably increased.

"It was Angelina's fault, actually," Ron finally ventured, his eye straining to soak in every detail of Ginny’s furry mound.

"Angelina?" Ginny's eyes shot opened wide. "Angelina Johnson!? Quiddich Angelina!?” A mix of interest and jealousy flashed across her face.

"Well, yes," Ron answered, "but no, it wasn't like that, exactly" Ron continued, reluctantly looking back up to offer his explanation.

"Yeah," Harry provided some help, "It was just that Fred pulled her top off and we all watched her fly around topless. The dreams of underclassmen…."

Seeing that he had gotten himself in this far, Ron started to explain in full, "She did get hit with the bludger, and nearly fell off her broom, you see. George and Fred both tried honestly to help, and as Fred pulled on her shirt to place her back on her broom, off it came and floated to the ground. Needless to say, none of the guys made much of an effort to get her shirt, so Angelina being Angelina, flew around a few laps topless, until eventually gliding down to retrieve it."

"And even when she did go to put her shirt on, she took her sweet time of it and made quite a show," Harry added.

“I see, “ Ginny encouraged, watch the best friends pleasured themselves as they took turns telling the story. As the boys stroked, she took the opportunity to let her hand rest betweenher leg to lightly caressed her clit with her finger.

“Well, we got to talking about Angelina and what she would be like...you know,” segued Ron.

"Well, actually I don't know what you guys talk about when we girls aren't around." Ginny encouraged.

Harry started to explain how he and Ron has been assigned to put away the field equipment and had ended up showering last with a couple of third years. “The whole time Ron couldn’t stop saying ‘can you believe it! Can you believe it?’” As he watched Ginny lathered her body for the third time before returning her attention between her legs, Harry now used his second hand on his cock, rimming the head with one hand while his other slide over the shaft. Oh, fuck, Ginny was now masturbating in the shower as well.

“Yeah, whatever” Ron brushed off Harry comment. He was also using long strokes along his pole, and humping his hips as he added, “Of course Harry was the one who started in by saying that he would have liked to have Angelina on her knees in front of him in the shower so he could see his dick between her tits.” Ron, appreciating Ginny’s own tits in front of his eyes reached for the soap and proceeded to coat his two hands with a slippery layer of suds, before passing the bar to Harry who did the same. “Isn’t that right, buddy?” By his crude language, Ginny and Harry could see he was getting into the story, and getting more turned on by the second.

“Tit fucking was it, Mr. Potter?” Ginny repeated with a heavy lust in her voice. As the soap changed hands she surreptitiously moved herself closer between the two boys. “And corruption of third years to boot?

Harry let out a moan, thinking again of those wonderful orbs he had seen for the briefest period of time. He watched Ron who’s hands were now also eagerly working both his shaft and his soapy sac. He continued, trying to give the best mental image possible. “Tit fucking Angelina would have been heaven between those beautiful breasts,” he admitted to Ginny, “before I met you that is.”

Ginny smiled in return, and inserted a finger below to show she was more turned on than jealous, “Mmmm, that’s sweat of you.” The image of Harry slippery dick between Angela’s tits only added to her excitement at watching her brother jerk off in front of her.

Harry then turned to Ron to up the ante. “But then Ron made the comment that he would rather have his cock between Angelina’s ass cheeks, for an x-rated lap dance.” Harry added, watching the reaction it was having on his friend.

“Oh, fuck, I remember that,” Ron seemed to forget himself in the memory, bending his knees and spreading his legs wider, brushing against Ginny’s leg. Thrusting his hips, he reveled in the sensation of his heavy nut sac swinging back and forth as the flow of water tickled his hairy balls. Looking for the source of the contact, he realized in had been his sister, and his eyes bulged when he realized that she was not only soaping her chest, but also had a hand between her legs, pumping a finger in and out of her hole. “Oh shit, Ginny,” he blurted.

Ginny noticed his eyes glued between her legs. ”You guy are so fucking hot like this, with your huge cocks in front of me,” Ginny commented in a moan. “It’s making me totally horny too! I hope you don’t mind if I rub my pussy a little too….”

Just as Ron registered what was happening, he seemed to give over to the fact that he was so fucking turned on that he would rather continue telling the story. It was obviously turning his sister on, and that was making him even hotter. Maybe breakfast could wait a little longer… “Err, no, little sis’, that fine with me.” As he spoke the words he realized that he had just told his little sister that she could rub her pussy in front of him while he watched.

“I don’t know how you controlled yourself so long “Harry joked. “Please continue,” he leered at her sexy soapy body.

Ginny pinched her nipple, now rubbing her clit furiously while keeping her eyes glue to her brother’s cock, picking up the story. “That would have been fucking amazing, with that huge dick of yours, Ron, smothered by Angela’s ass.” she spat through the streaming water. “Is that how you guys started getting hard?” She had to know all the details now.

“Oh, we were already hard as a rock coming in from the field,” Harry explained, moving so he was also sliding his soapy body against Ginny, and watching Ron’s ass clench has his thrust into his hand. “At first we tried to hide it, but in the showers me and Ron realized that we’d have boners all day long if we didn’t do something.”

“Yeah,” Ginny gushed, increasing her efforts on her snatch, while placing a hand on Harry’s ass. “This is getting me so turned on…” her knees bent further and her leg now rested against both Harry and Ron’s, giving the two an excellent look at her two fingers pumping in and out as she neared her climax.

The way Ginny’s fingers were shoved between her legs was driving him crazy. “OH, fuck,” Ron blurted, trying to slow himself enough to finish the story without blowing his load. Shit, he thought, was he actually considering getting off in the shower with his sister!?

“Oh fuck yes, Ron!” Ginny encouraged, watching her brother overcome by lust, and watching Harry enjoying the show, grabbing his own sack as he jack himself.

In truth, He wanted to reach out himself to feel and smell and taste, and barely held back from doing just that. Instead he contented himself by appreciating her tight body, and imagining maybe not Angelina but Ginny…

Harry, was enjoyed Ginny’s second hand working its way into his sudsy crack, and nodded with approval as he saw it had not gone unnoticed by Ron. Was that a look of desire from his friend? Did he want his sister to do the same to him? “Shit, Ginny, you can do whatever the hell you want!”

“Hmm, thanks.” She cooed. “And so now you have to tell me how did you guys get off? Did the other guys stay?”

Harry looked at Ron before finishing. “Well, I don’t know how exactly it happened,” he explained. ”But the four of us were hard as rock, and we just kinda’ just agreed that we needed to cum before going to class, but we were a little shy to start, even with our huge boners sticking out in front of us. So that’s how we got to taking about doing all that stuff to Angelina.

“And since all the guys on the team look up to Harry and me, we kinda’ just took the lead.”

Ginny nodded but her eyes stayed fixed on her brother, who seemed lost in a sexual trance, reliving the memory.

Harry went on, “So after the tit and ass fucking, we starting saying how we both wanted to pound Angelina’s pussy….”

“You wanted to pound her pussy,” Ron suddenly interrupted; his had moving ever faster, and his breath coming in gulps, his mouth open as the water poured over his face. “I said I wanted to..mmmm… fuck her in the ass from behind, and grab hold of her fat tits and ride her until I came,” he moaned out.

Ginny watched as Ron looked like he was close to cumming, as his nasty comments came fast and furious. Harry listened to his friend, and was suddenly groaning and grunting in rhythm with his thrusts as his hips bucked rapidly, bumping into both her and Ron. The skin-on-skin contact only served to arouse everyone further.

Harry was the first to crack and reached his hand over the rub Ginny’s clit. “Sorry mate,” he said helplessly. “If Hermione were her you’d do the same,” he said as Ron seemed unable to concentrate on anything else but the story and his sister’s crotch.

“We were going to lay her down on Harry so I could pound her in the ass, while Harry reamed her pussy from below,” Ron half spoke half moaned. Shit, this feels sooo good, guys!” Then seeing Harry’s hand between his sister’s legs he added,” Oh shit yes, mate! Go ahead and get her off! I’m so close to blowing my load myself”

“Uggg,” Ginny moaned. “I agree, Ron, this is fuckin’ great! Keep doing what you’re doing with your dick and tell me the rest,” Ginny panted.

Ron nodded his head. Well, I thought it would be awesome if I could feel Harry fucking her at the same time I was in her ass, and if we both came in her at the same fucking time, fuck that would have been awesome!” Ron blurted.

“Oh, fuck! To have her ass stuffed with your cock, while I reamed her cunt until we both came in her holes, would have been so fucking hot,” Harry added, moaning out loudly in pleasure.

It was then Ginny took a chance. Knowing they were both seconds from the point of no return she added her own encouragement. “Both of your huge dicks in her at the same time would have been so fucking tight. Smashed between your two bodies to feel each other fucking her like crazy would be so awesome,” she breathed, on the edge of her own orgasm.

As she spoke, she not only pushed her finger into Harry’s ass, she also used her other hand to dive into her brother’s crack and furiously rub his clenching sphincter, as she watched him furiously jack his cock. The effect was more than she imagined, as Ron moan out thrusting his hips forward then back onto his sister’s finger.

Even before he could open his mouth to moan in return, a white steam of cum erupted from Harry’s cockhead to land between Ginny and Ron’s feet. “Fuck! I’m cumming”

“Oh shit Harry, you’re fucking cumming in the shower!” Ginny squealed, leaning back and opened her leg wide, retrieving her finger to desperately frig her clit as hard and as fast as possible. There was no way she was going to miss out on this orgasim!

“Me too,” moaned Ron, suddenly realizing that the locket was blazing around his neck. “ Oh, fuck, Ginny, you rubbing my asshole!” And then the world seemed to stop and all he could see was his pulsing cock shooting out the biggest longest rope of white jizm straight at his sister’s leg.

Ginny and Harry were grunting as their own orgasms took them, but the sound coming from his throat seemed to fill the room. Just as his balls pumped another stream of cum and it seemed like the sensation couldn’t get any more intense, the bathroom seemed to be drained of light, the only illumination remaining coming from the locket around his neck glowing brightly red.

“Ron!” Ginny screamed, it’s on fire!

Indeed it was. Despite the flowing water the locket was burning a redish flame around Ron’s neck as he grabbed the chain and pulled it off, break the clasp, but hardly caring. As he threw the locket containing a piece of Voldemort’s soul to the floor the trio rain from the shower to the other end of the bathroom.

They watched with shielded eyes as the color of the flames when from red to yellow, to green then blue, before becoming blazing white. And then blackness engulfed them all.
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