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Hermione Ron and Portia

Chapter 1 Portia

The war had ended almost a year ago, and Ron and Hermione are struggling to get on with their lives. Hermione’s parents had been killed in the war, along with many of their friends. They had both finished school, and are working at the Ministry of Magic, Ron as an Auror and Hermione as an assistant to the Minister. They are living in London at Hermione’s parents house with Hermione’s younger sister Portia, age twelve.

Portia is not a magical person, and is as much a Muggle as her parents. This has caused many problems for Hermione and Ron. How to properly raise Portia in the Muggle world while maintaining their own lives in the Magical world? Portia is of course aware of the Magical world, but understandable can not relate to it. She does not hold any thoughts of jealousy for her sister, but at times the distance between their two worlds does bother and confuse her. Hermione and her sister have had many heart-to-heart conversations about their life’s differences, and the problems that they face in trying to be a compatible family. Ron is not much of a help in this situation. Having been raised in a pure blood Magical environment he knows nothing about the Muggle world, or the unique problems that Hermione and Portia face in trying to exist peacefully in both worlds.

By mutual agreement, Ron and Hermione do their best to avoid using magic whenever Portia is around. This works most of the time, but still presents problems. During the school year, Portia attends Kent College Pembury, a private boarding school about an hour north of London. So that is no problem, and during this time Ron and Hermione stays at Ron’s flat close to the Ministry offices. Portia comes home on occasional weekends and holidays, and the three of them co-existed peacefully. But the summers are difficult for all three.

Portia is feeling the hormonal urges normal for a girl of her age. She is discovering her sexual feelings, and discovering boys. When Hermione was at that age, she was attending Hogwarts, and had many role models in the older students both male and female. She also had an early eye opening education in the whys and wherefores of sex. Maybe, she thought, it was time to discuss these experiences with Ron.

They had just finished their evening meal and were settling down for the evening when Hermione breached the subject of Portia’s entry into the world of sex. “Ron,” Hermione started. “We need to talk about a few things. You know I’m worried about Portia. We need to talk about how we are going to approach talking to Portia about, you know, sex and things.”

Ron looked up, startled by Hermione’s revelation. “Don’t you mean how YOU are going to approach this?”

“No Ron. I think we both should be involved. I’m asking you to help me with this. With my parents gone, she needs a strong male influence in her life. Please Ron.”

Ron twisted and turned in his seat, running his fingers through his hair. “Well, alright, I guess. What do I need to do? How did your parents handle this with you?”

Hermione let out a strong breath and continued. “When I was Portia’s age, things in my family were quite different. My parents belonged to a beach club in southern France. We went there during the summer for long weekends, and sometimes spent several weeks there on vacation. The club was very private. Although not exactly a nudist beach, things were very liberal. It was topless, as were most beaches in southern France, but being private it was excepted that we could do just about anything. For example, the children up to age eleven never wore any clothing or swim suits at all. The whole time we were there I never even had a bathing suit. Portia was about a year old, and my parents had her in a small portable crib that protected her from the sun. She received most of my mothers attention, so I was pretty much on my own.”

“Most of the adults, no, all of the adults wore something covering their privates while on the beach. But once in the water, many would remove their suits while swimming. Occasionally I would notice some of the adults holding each other in the water and moving their bodies against each other and making strange noises. I asked my parents what they were doing, and my mother said that they were just playing with each other. Not knowing anything about sex, I accepted my mothers explanation and thought nothing more of it. This was the accepted way of things, so from an early age I was exposed to nudity by both sexes.”

“WOW,” breathed Ron. “That’s quite a story. Were there other magical people there.”

“No,” Hermione replied. “I don’t think so. But remember, at that time I knew nothing about the magical world, or that I was a witch. So I wouldn’t have known what to look for.”

Ron nodded his head in agreement. “So is that all?” he asked.

“I’m only just beginning,” said Hermione. “There is much more to this story.”

Ron looked at Hermione and laughed. “I can hardly wait. So tell me how fits in with your sex education.”

“Before I go any further, Ron, you have to promise me that what I am about to tell you will not turn you against me, or cause you to think that I am some kind of a pervert. Remember that I was a young child, and everything that I experienced was normal for the venue at that place and time.”

“Mione, you know that I love you, and would never think any such thing about you. You understand that, don‘t you?”

“Yes Ron, and thank you.”

Hermione hesitated momentarily, pondering what she was about to say. “I’ve told you about the children and the adults at this beach club, but now let me tell you about the teens on that beach. It’s pretty much unbelievable. First, the beach was crescent shaped, such that each end was out of sight of the opposite end. This made things very private. What was happening at one end could not be seen by those on the beach on the other end. The adults populated all of the eastern end and most of the middle. The teens controlled the western end. Children were forbidden to venture into the teens area, and the adults stayed away by mutual agreement. At Portia’s age, the younger children were allowed access to the teens end, but only after they were coached by one of the older teens. I couldn’t wait.”

There was a sand bar running from the tip of the western end, the teens end, out into the water for about 60 meters, and all but it’s end was under water. This resulted in a sandy island with some tall grass covering the center most portion. It was completely hidden from view from the eastern portion of the beach, and was only accessible buy swimming some 60 meters out to it. A perfect private paradise for the teens.”

“I think I get the picture, Mione.”

“Yeah, think about it. I always knew it was there, but never suspected what went on there; mostly because I was a young child, but I overheard the teens talking about things. Things I did not comprehend, but that certainly peeked my curiosity. One day I got very brave and I decided to sneak over to the teens section of the beach. When I arrived there, the beach appeared to be deserted, no teens in sight. So I swam out to the island. It also appeared to be unoccupied , so I quietly swam around the island to the seaward side. What I saw changed my life forever.” Ron was curious now. “What could you possibly have seen that would change your life?” he exclaimed. “Was the island occupied by aliens from another planet or something?”

“No, nothing like that, Ron. There were three teen boys and four teen girls laying on the sand, all of them naked and indulging themselves in different sexual activities.”

Ron was startled. “Say that again Mione, I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

“Yes Ron, you heard me correctly. I was mesmerized by what I saw. Every deviant sexual activity you can imagine was happening right before my eyes. I froze at the sight, only my head above water. I wanted to swim away from there as quickly as possible, but my body refused to listed to my brain. I couldn’t move. I just watched, taking in everything they were doing. Without realizing it, my hand was roaming all over my body, and it felt good. My fingers soon found themselves rubbing my privates and I felt myself inserting a finger into myself. I had never done this before, or even thought about doing it, but it felt great. I wasn’t even aware that I was doing this to my body.”

“I don’t know how long I was there, but suddenly several teens came racing out to me. I started to swim away, but they caught me and dragged me onto the sand. I thought they were going to kill me, but to my surprise they were very nice. One of the girls took me aside and politely asked me who I was and why I was there watching them. I was mortified. I told them my name was Hermione or Mione for short, and that I would be of age in a week. I apologized and said that I was just curious.”

The girl just laughed. “Well Mione, my name is Jessy, and since you will be of age in a week, we can start your initiation now.”

“What initiation?” I asked.

Jessy laughed again. “Mione, when a girl or boy reaches the age of consent, at least here, we teach them about our teen world to properly prepare them for adulthood. If you would like, I will be your coach and take charge of your training. Believe me, it will be fun. Does this sound alright with you?”

“I didn’t know what she was talking about. What does she mean by initiation and training? I asked her about my parents. What would they think?”

“Your parents already know about your training, and they have given permission to start next week. Your venture out to our island just moves your training up a few days. I will see you tomorrow at the adult side and we will start. That sound OK?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good then. Swim back to the adult side and I will see you tomorrow.”

Ron was looking at Hermione with his eyes wide and his mouth open. “This is incomprehensible,” he mumbled. “I don’t know what to think or say. There is more to the story, isn’t there Hermione?”

“Yes Ron, there is. Do you want to think about it overnight, or do you want me to continue?”

“You might as well continue. I won’t understand it any better tomorrow.”

“Good then, Ron. So where was I? The training, right?”

“Yeah, the training. I can hardly wait.”

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