Keeper of the Cocks (torino10154) wrote in hpcest, @ 2007-08-25 15:53:00 |
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FIC: There Are Seven Days in a Week; Ginny/Her Brothers; NC-17
Title: There Are Seven Days in a Week
Author: torino10154
Pairing: Ginny and her brothers
Word Count: 841
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Each day of the week brings something different for Ginny.
Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Warnings: INCEST-Het, oral, anal, threesome, hand-job, wanking, use of polyjuice.
A/N: My first post here and first attempt at anything Weasley. Hope I've done this properly. Beta'd by gryffindorj. Apologies that I keep tweaking it.
Monday belonged to Percy. It was his favorite day of the week as he was the only one that was happy to be going back to work again. His technique was all business as well. He carefully undressed, folding his clothes and setting them on a chair in the corner. Every week was the same position – Ginny on her back. Nothing in the way of romance – he was efficient, as if this was another business project to be completed in a timely fashion. They rarely kissed although he was always certain to make sure she came. It was the proper thing to do.
Tuesday was Charlie’s day and he couldn’t be more different - he was the wild one. There were extra silencing spells in place as she always ended up howling and screaming under him. He liked to take Ginny’s arse from behind like an animal. Or he lay under her and thrust up into her - letting her ride him, tugging at his hair like a mane. She was treated like a creature that needed to be tamed and she savored every minute of his domination. The bite and scratch marks he left along her neck, breasts, and thighs were always healed before he left for the night.
Wednesday Ron would come to Ginny, still quite shy about it all. He only ever asked for blow-jobs and hand-jobs, not really knowing what else he wanted. He touched her tentatively, learning as he went along. He always had been a little slow when it came to sex and she was quite sure she was the one teaching him a thing or two, not the other way around. But at his age, he appreciated what she offered and even if there was no finesse, his ability to recuperate quickly did help him last longer than the usual three minutes he lasted on their first encounter of the night.
Thursday was big brother Bill’s night. He treated her like a princess. Romancing her as he would a prospective wife he pampered her completely. He dressed her in fine silk lingerie - hose and garters, delightful teddies, and lacy bras and underwear. He showed her that a kiss could be just as intimate as intercourse – he started slowly, gently licking at her lips until she parted them then he thrust his tongue inside and overwhelmed her with the intensity. His touches were divine – he nibbled her thighs, laved her nipples, caressed her arse as he drove into her wetness, causing her to arch and moan. She always felt on top of the world when he kissed her cheek goodnight.
Friday night was for the twins - anything goes. These nights were often messy as they both loved to come all over her body. George might watch Fred take her and make lewd comments as he wanked to the sight of them. Other nights, she was worshipped with their mouths – licking her breasts, her clit, her arse until she came hard calling their names. They even had her polyjuice herself into one of them on occasion, usually Fred. “I always wanted to have two Freds to shag,” George said the first time he slid into her. Her favorite combination with them was when George fucked her as Fred fucked him. And some nights they insisted she just watch them - seeing them love each other gave her an incredible thrill and she was driven to masturbate herself to completion as they came.
Saturday was an interesting night. Ginny wasn’t sure how they determined who came to her – every week was different and there was no pattern. Sometimes it was Charlie three weeks in a row. Rarely was it Ron. There was no rhyme or reason she could discern - until one Saturday her parents were away. Mrs. Weasley had asked her to have Bill help her in the garden. As she headed up to his room she heard the sound of several voices and much laughter. She ran quietly back to her room for a pair of Extendable Ears. She crept back up the stairs and slid them under the door. She could hear her brothers - all of them.
“Keep it up Perce, you aren’t going to win again,” Charlie said.
“Hey, Ron, you are doing well. Did you just have a wank 10 minutes ago?” someone teased.
“Shut it!” Ron shouted. “Oh, oh, damn!”
“Better luck next time Won-won,” Fred said laughing.
“Someone wanked earlier, I heard them,” Percy accused, “who was it? That’s cheating.”
“Listening at doors, Percy? Shame on you,” Bill admonished. The conversation slowed as the sounds of flesh on flesh increased; whimpers and moans filled her ears.
“Fred, looks like you are the lucky man tonight.” Ginny retrieved the Ears and hurried back downstairs. That night it was Fred that came to her room.
Sunday was Ginny’s day of rest - she spent the day with her family, like any normal teenage girl would.
She couldn’t wait until Monday.