Keeping it in the Family (Almost)

mindovermadness – Yes, I think there will be one more with a big orgy. I will secede to the will of the reviewers and add a big one in the next (and last) chapter. Unfortunately, I’m not planning on adding in the older Weasleys, as I just don’t feel like it. If someone else wants to make another fic that includes that, so be it, I really don’t care either way.

Vegico – I had not thought of it, but I think a nice big orgy will do everyone good.

Enjoy!


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It was Wednesday of the following week when Hermione finally managed to journey to the Burrow for the rest of her summer vacation. After three weeks of traveling and seeing the sights in France, she was ready to put her feet up and relax with her friends.

She walks up to the front door at around 10 AM, figuring the house would be full of activity and is surprised when all she sees are gnomes scurrying around the front lawn.

She walks through the front door and notices Ginny sitting at the kitchen table eating a very late breakfast.

“Hey, Ginny,” Hermione asks, “Where is everyone?”

“Oh, Ron and Harry are upstairs plotting something in Ron’s room, no doubt,” she said with a smile that turned evil as Hermione started up the stairs. She had a very strong suspicion that if they were doing any plotting, it would be erotic in the extreme. She wasn’t far off…

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Earlier that morning:

Molly had walked into Ron’s room without worrying about making any noise now that everyone but Arthur had fucked with her and Ron recently. She locked his door and silenced it anyway, and turned to see Ron dressed, putting on quidditch equipment.

“What do you think you’re doing, young man?” She asked sternly.

“I’m gonna go play quidditch with Harry and Ginny today,” he stated, “Why?”

“Not yet you aren’t, not until you help me out first.” With that she dropped her robes she was wearing, showing that she had nothing on underneath. Ron could see she was aroused by looking at her nipples poking straight out. He could also her that her pussy was coated in her juices, and she was obviously soaking with need.

Ron’s eyes widened and he quickly disrobed and stepped in front of his naked mother. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each others mouths. They both moaned in pleasure and Ron started to caress her breasts, giving lots of attention to her nipples. She moaned and reached down to touch his cock and grabbed the underside with her palm, flattening it against his stomach and she stroked up and down. Unable to take it any longer, she knelt down and took it in her mouth, running her tongue over the head before bobbing her head up and down his cock, pausing at the bottom and humming, adding to Ron’s pleasure. As she took him out of her mouth, she grabbed him and spun him around, marching him toward the bed. As they reached it, she spun him around again and pushed him down so that his legs were hanging off the edge. Ron looks at his mother with an inquisitive arch of an eyebrow and asks, “What are you doing?”

“I want to try a couple new things today,” she replied with a coy smile.

With that, she knelt down and rubbed her breasts along his thighs and up to his cock. As she nestled his cock in her ample cleavage, Ron thought ‘this must be the first one.’ His thought ended in an audible moan as she rubbed her breasts up and down his cock, giving him a unique feeling that could have easily originated from the heavens.

Molly was enjoying it as well. She loved the feeling of rubbing her well endowed son with her breasts and his cock filled up the empty space nicely. Soon, she lowered her mouth to the head and licked and sucked it while she continued the motion with her breasts. This was too much for Ron, who started bucking up into her cleavage. She took her mouth off of him and started talking dirty to stimulate him.

“Come on Ron, fuck my breasts, I know you like it. I want you to cum all over me!”

With that, Ron cried out and stilled, his cock shooting his cum all over her breasts and upper chest, some hitting her neck. When he was spent, she rubbed her breasts together to rub it all in and wiped the rest off and licked her fingers clean.

When Ron recovered, he grabbed his mother by the waist and pulled her in bed with him as she gave a shriek in surprise. He laid her down and crawled up to her, taking a hold of her thighs and spreading them apart, staring hungrily at her dripping pussy. Without a thought, his head dove down to lick her outer lips before taking his fingers and spreading them apart to lick inside, eventually sticking his tongue into her pink passage. Molly moaned loudly and ran her fingers through her son’s hair, holding hard and pulling him against her forcefully, shoving his tongue in deeper. After a minute of this, he got bored and started licking her clit in different patterns while plunging three wet fingers into her, spreading her pussy wide. Molly started thrusting her hips up and forward, trying to receive as much pleasure as possible. Molly could feel a pressure building in her groin and started grinding her clit against his mouth, anxious for release.

It hit her hard all of a sudden, causing her to freeze up and clench around Ron’s fingers. Warm, sticky liquids leaked from her pussy as she groaned, most of it coating her son’s fingers, the rest running down over her ass and collecting on the sheets. With her tremors over, she relaxed on the bed. Ron crawled over and kissed her, grinding his now hard cock against her still sensitive pussy. She smiled and got up on her hands and knees facing away from Ron. ‘And this must be the second thing’ he thought with a smile. As he placed his legs on either side of hers, he grabbed her hips to bring her ass closer to him.

He was suddenly reminded of his time with her and Harry, and he smirked, lining himself up with her asshole. As he rested the head of his cock in the concave of her entrance, she looked around and said, “What are you doing?” in a surprised voice.

With a smile, he leaned forward over her and said “I thought you liked this.” With that, he slowly slid into her, loving the feeling of his cock in his mother’s ass. Molly groaned in pleasure, thrusting her hips against him, burying him to the hilt, his balls slapping against her used pussy. He gasped at the feeling, having never been inside her this far.

He started thrusting after a minute to adjust to the wonderful feeling of filling up Molly’s ass. As she pounded against him as well, he leaned over again and whispered in her ear, “where do you want me to cum? In your ass? Do you want me to come in your ass, mum?”

“No, cum in my pussy, I love the feeling when you fill me up there!” she panted, clearly getting tired.

“Too bad, I decided I’m gonna cum in your ass. You loved it when Harry did it.”

With this reminder, she yelled with the sudden burst of pleasure her dirty thoughts were giving her.

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As Hermione reaches the top landing, she extends her hand for Ron’s doorknob and turns, surprised that it doesn’t.

‘I can’t believe they would shut me out like this! The nerve of those boys!’ she thought angrily.

With a sigh, she pulls out her wand. She knows that because the Burrow has just recently been put under the Fidelius Charm, the Ministry can’t track underage magic, but she knows not to tell Ron and Harry, because, well…they were Ron and Harry. With a tap of her wand, she says “Alohamora” in a clear voice. When nothing happens, she stares, surprised, at the uncooperative doorknob. For five minutes, she tries every single unlocking spell she can think of, getting more frustrated as each one doesn’t work. Finally, she shouts angrily, “Finite Incantatum!” and hears the door click as well as the silencing charm go down. She is able to hear sounds from inside, but is so angry that she doesn’t pay any attention and opens the door and says, “Ron Weasley, I can’t believe you would lock me out of your room, and where did you find that advanced charm, I can’t believe—Oh my goodness!” She stops dead in her tracks as she sees Mrs. Weasley on her knees naked on the bed with her son behind her, thrusting into her ass. She goes quiet just in time to hear them both cum loudly.

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As Molly cries out in ecstasy, she clamps around Ron’s cock, milking it hard. Ron pulls out so that only half the head is inside her so he can see his cum drip out of his mother’s asshole. He comes, shooting his huge load inside her with a grunt. He pulls out and rests his cock against her pussy, rubbing it up and down to cool down from his exertions. When he hears a noise, he looks over and sees Hermione standing there with a shocked look on her pale face. He is suddenly very conscious of the fact that Hermione, the girl he’s had the hots for for years, is standing in his room while he is naked after just having cum. This sudden thought is intoxicatingly hot and sexy and as though by magic, he comes again, shooting spurts of his cum against and partially in his mother’s pussy.

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Seeing Ron’s cum dripping from his mother’s ass effects Hermione, even though she doesn’t want to admit it. She feels a jolt of heat travel to her groin, and bites her lip to stop a moan from escaping.

When Hermione sees Ron look at her and cum again, she is spurred into action. She looks him in the eye and shakily voices a simple and complex question all at once.

“Ron?” With that out of her system, her pale face turns as red as the setting sun, her head ducking down to avoid looking at her best friend.

Ron decides to jump off the bed with his mother and wraps the Cannon’s bedspread around his waist. ‘Wouldn’t want her getting excited,’ he thought, grinning on the inside.

On the outside, he has a deathly serious look and walks over to Hermione, putting a hand on her shoulder. At the unexpected contact, she jumps, bringing her head up but also trying to avoid his gaze, looking anywhere but him. Frustrated, he grabs her chin in his hand and holds it still, facing him.

“Hermione, I know what this looks like, but it’s OK.”

This statement by Ron unleashes her unsaid questions and comments she obviously wants to make.

“How is this OK, Ron? You’re having sex with your mother, in your room, with other people in the house. You know this is incest, right? You do know that that’s illegal, right? How could you possibly—“

“Hermione! Stop!” Ron cries, cutting her off before she gets too far. “First off, why? I love my mother. I like to show her how much. She likes it too. Second, yes, I know this is incest, but, miss know-it-all, it isn’t illegal for pure blood families. How would families like the Malfoys or the Blacks have made it this far without some incest here and there? It just happened, OK, so let’s just accept it and move on.” Ron finished, chest heaving in exhilaration.

He watches Hermione duck her head again and mumble something unintelligible before fidgeting on the spot.

“What? Come on ‘Mione, speak up.” At this, she raises her head and looks at him inquisitively and asks, “’Mione’?”

Ron blushes and says, “I like it. You don’t really have a nickname and I thought it sounded nice. Now stop trying to change the subject. What did you just say?”

Hermione flushed in pleasure at his thoughtfulness but is horrified when asked to repeat her last statement. She gathers up her Gryffindor courage and looks him in the eye. While still timid, she says in a rushed voice, “When I watched you orgasm, it turned me on.” With it said, she quickly slapped a hand over her mouth and lowered her head, playing with the edge of her shirt.

Ron, however, is stunned by this unexpected turn of events and his cock gives a twitch of appreciation at Hermione’s words. She notices the movement and stares at his crotch as if something terrible is caged inside.

After Ron recovers from his surprise, he says, “Really?” his voice cracking under the strain. She nods quickly and continues to stare at his groin.

All this time, Molly is sitting naked on her son’s bed, watching the transaction, fascinated by what was taking place, but also annoyed that at the same time; nothing was really happening.

All of a sudden, Hermione blurts out, “Can I see it again?” motioning to his cock. Ron gulps and says, “Sure” in an attempt to be casual, but on the inside, his heart races as he lowers the Cannon’s spread and lets it drop to the floor.

Hermione takes a step forward and leans in closer to get a better look at his semi hard cock getting harder by the minute. “It so big,” she states with awe, looking at Ron in amazement. “Can I…” “OK,” Ron replies in a hoarse whisper. She takes him in her hand and runs her fingers along his shaft, listening to Ron groan.

“Does that feel good?” Ron nods his head quickly and gasps as she takes him all the way in her hand and starts stroking properly. He grips her shoulder for support, for even though he’s been handled many times before, it wasn’t by the girl he’s been in love with for years.

As Hermione feels another set of hands on her, she starts and looks up at a naked Molly running her hands across her back. As Molly runs her hands along the front of her shirt, she cups Hermione’s small C-cups in her hands, rubbing lovingly. She lets out a moan at the touch and keeps stroking Ron’s cock, getting up enough courage to wrap her lips gently around the head. Ron groans loudly and thrusts into her mouth, making her gag, but as he pulls back, she adjusts and keeps going, trying to give as much pleasure as possible.

Too soon, Ron pulls back and takes her hand off his shaft. With a worried and questioning look, she is about to ask what she’s doing wrong when he silences her unasked question with a finger touched to her lips.

“It’s not you, it’s me. I just came twice in the last 10 minutes. This’ll be my last one for a while, and I doubt you want to use it on a blowjob, correct?” As Hermione blushes and nods of her head, Ron says, “then first, we need to get you out of these clothes, sexy as they are.”

And they certainly are sexy. She’s wearing cutoff jeans that barely go past her crotch and a light blue spaghetti strap top. She had discarded her flip flops at the door, so she was barefoot as well.

He leans in to kiss her as he puts his hand on her waist, tugging upward at the edge of the top. As he starts pulling up, exposing more and more skin, his cock gets even harder at the sight. When his hands reach her breasts, Molly has to move her hands down to Hermione’s ass and knead each cheek like dough. Hermione’s head lolls back on her neck and she raises her hands to allow Ron to pull the shirt off her busy-haired head. Molly then reaches back up and unclasps the girl’s bra and slides her hands down her shoulders to slide it down, letting it drop to the floor. Ron pulls back to look lovingly at the half naked Hermione, who blushes under his gaze. This is too much for Ron who goes back to attacking her lips with his own, adding his tongue in the mix. As he trails kisses along her jaw, he stops at her ear and nibbles, whispering, “Do you know how hot you are? How hot you make me?” He can feel her shake her head and answer back “No” in a whisper as well.

“Hot enough to make me want to do this.” With those words he starts kissing her neck and reaches his hands down to her shorts and unbuttons the top and then grabs the zipper and pulls down, exposing a small portion of her panties.

He then puts his hands on either side of her waist and places his fingers in between her shorts and her panties and pushes down, watching them fall down her long shapely legs.

Molly watches as her son strips Hermione of her clothes and reaches around again to cup the girl’s breasts in her hands. Hermione gasps at the feeling on her nipple and then gasps louder as she feels Ron’s cock brush the front of her crotch across her panty covered pussy. With a wicked grin, Ron slides a hand around her stomach, palm forward, before sliding down under her panties, which he can now see are a pale pink and barely cover anything to begin with.

He cups her mound with his large palm and the tip of his middle finger comes to rest against her asshole. She moans as his hand touches her most private place, arching forward to allow him better access. His nibbles her other ear this time and smiles, rubbing her pussy with two fingers. When he starts to feel her getting wet, he sticks a finger inside and is rewarded when Hermione whimpers into his shoulder and bites down softly. Realizing that she is ready for the more hardcore stuff, he slides her panties down her legs and lets them puddle on the floor. He picks her up in his arms like a man carrying his bride over the threshold. She shrieks in surprise and giggles as he drops her onto his bed.

Seeing what it about to take place, Molly walks over to the door and recasts the charms to make certain no one barges in again.

Ron positions her on her back and spreads her legs, bowing his head down to taste her pussy.

With a cry, she shouts his name, grabs his head and pulls it hard against her opening.

Ron figures that this means she’s ready. He positions his hard cock at her entrance and slowly pushes in. When he gets all the way in, he looks at Hermione in surprise.

“Aren’t you a virgin?” He asks with trepidation.

“Not anymore, silly,” she says with a smile.

“B-b-but what about all the blood…and the pain, and the barrier?” Ron asks, flustered.

“Oh, well, that. I use a dildo when I masturbate and it’s about as big as you, so my hymen broke the first time.” She says, as if explaining something to a three-year-old.

“What’s a dildo? Never mind, it’s probably some crazy muggle’s idea.” On to the more important question, “You masturbate?” he asks, eyes clouding over just thinking about it.

She nods and says cheekily, “and I always think of you. It makes me cum so hard.” she ended in a whisper. Then, she pauses and says, “Fuck me, Ron, cum inside me.”

That sparks a crazed look in his eye and he starts pounding his cock into her pussy, hearing a slapping of skin on skin as their thrusts meet each other half-way.

Molly, meanwhile, sees that she might miss all the action if she doesn’t act fast, darts over to the bed. She straddles Hermione’s face and faces Ron. She rocks her hips and is rewarded when she feels Hermione’s tongue dart out to lick Molly’s slit.

With a surprised look, she groans out, “Mrs. Weasley, you taste so good…” and continues to lick away. She can still taste some of Ron’s cum from the last session, and it turns her on with the knowledge that she’s licking the cum out of another woman. Molly bucks at the ministrations, and Hermione wraps her arms around the woman’s thighs, holding her steady. This proves useful when Hermione takes her clit into her mouth and sucks hard.

Molly shrieks in unexpected pleasure and comes on Hemione’s face, drenching her mouth with juices.

When she recovers, Molly slides off the girls face backwards and leans down and captures her lips in a kiss. “Thank you, dear, I needed that so much.”

Ron watches his mother cum on Hermione’s face with the look of a man who had died and gone to heaven. Their actions spur him on to pump harder. He slows down, grabbing Hermione’s legs and bending them to give her the appearance of being in the fetal position. This allows Ron to go even deeper and they both moan as he hits her cervix. When he hits it the second time, Hermione screams and orgasms around Ron’s cock, squeezing it as hard as she can. When she finishes, she relaxes and allows Ron to keep going, her legs falling back down. Ron is getting close to coming, but wants to let Hermione cum one more time.

He bends down to kiss her quickly on the lips while still thrusting into her and says, “Cum for me again, Hermione, you can do it. Cum for me.” He pulls his head back and rubs her clit with a finger while he continues to fuck her.

Molly, seeing what Ron wants to accomplish, starts rubbing the girls breast in her hands, tweaking the nipples and taking them in her mouth.

Hermione starts going wild from the sensory overload and wraps her legs around Ron’s back, pushing him in deeper. With two more thrusts, she comes a second time, her pussy clenching around his cock even harder. Ron groans and unleashes his cum into her pussy. Hermione is fascinated as she feels the hot, thick substance coat her insides.

Ron gets a surprise, though, when halfway through his ejaculation, Molly grabs his cock and pulls it from Hermione’s gushing pussy, slipping it into her mouth and pumping her hand on his shaft. As she feels the rest of her son’s semen enter her mouth, she groans and lets it pop out laying it down next to the young girl’s pussy. She slowly caresses both while she shares another kiss with Hermione, letting her taste her lover’s cum. She pulls back and looks at Hermione’s pleased features, and asks “did you want to taste his cum?” She nodded with a thankful smile and pulled Ron to her, letting him rest his head on her breasts.

When she recovers enough to process her thoughts, she asks a question she’s wanted to know ever since she entered the room: “Where’s Harry?”

Ron, still not recovered, says dreamily, “Not in here.”

With a smile, Hermione kisses his forehead and they fall asleep.

Molly leaves the room, understanding that this is a personal time for both of them.


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Harry, in fact, was taking a shower at the time Hermione arrived. When she stepped through Ron’s door, Harry was exiting the bathroom, looking fresh and ready for the new day. He heard silence in the room and then raised voices, so decided not to get involved.
He walked downstairs and greeted Ginny, who had just finished up her breakfast and asked, “Wanna go flying?”

“Sure,” she replied with a smile. As they walked outside, Harry fell back a couple steps to stare appreciatively at her…”asset” on the backside of her body. Her ass swayed as she walked; making Harry hard thinking of all the dirty things he wanted to do to it.

Their flying session ended quickly when Ginny wanted to try out Harry’s Firebolt.

“Not by yourself, you aren’t.”

“Why not, I can handle it, Potter,” she teased.

“Oh, that’s not the reason at all. I’m just afraid you’re going to fly away with it and never return,” he ended in an airy, faraway voice, but Ginny could see the twinkle in his eye that said he was playing with her.

“Alright, Mr. Potter, if you insist.” She mounted the broom slightly forward, allowing Harry to climb on from the back, wrapping his arms around her body to grip the handle in front of her.

For ten minutes they rode like that, squished next to each other. Ginny kept shimmying back against him, which made his cock even harder through his jeans. ‘Surely she’s noticed it by now. Why isn’t she saying anything?’

She turned around and made a motion to land and he directed them downward, landing gracefully and dismounting first. She set the broom down and walked toward him, a spring in her step. She stopped right in front of him and said, “That was fun,” and took his face in her hands and kissed him softly on the lips. “I could feel it poking me from behind,” she said, “why don’t you give me a tour,” and she, too had a mad twinkle in her eyes as she grabbed his erection through his jeans. He moaned aloud and kissed her back hard, running his tongue into her mouth, mingling with hers.

They broke apart and Ginny gasped out, “This way,” and he followed her to an old outdoor broom cupboard.

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And that’s where they are now, petting each other over their clothes. It may be crowded and dusty inside, but all they notice are themselves. As Harry’s hands travel over waist and move around to cup her butt cheeks, she lets out a growl and starts to tear at the buttons on the front of his shirt, desperate to get it off.

When she finally manages the feat, she runs her hands all along his chest and abs, thanking Quidditch for his wonderful build.

Harry then feels fingers around the waistband of his jeans, tugging open the button and pulling down his zipper. When Ginny gropes him through his boxers, he lets out a moan and sits down on a little bench sticking out of the wall, puller her with him. She smiles and get on her knees in between his legs, spread out to accommodate her. She grabs his jeans at the hip and tugs down, taking his boxers with him.

His cock springs free, not quite full length yet thanks to the confinement of the jeans, and Ginny takes it in her hand. With another moan, Harry watches her take it in her mouth, sucking on the tip while taking his balls in the other hand and fondling them softly.

Finding it distinctly unfair that she isn’t naked in the slightest, he reaches his hand down to her cutoff jeans, much the same as Hermione’s. He manages to get the buttons of her fly undone after a few tries and attempts to scoot them down her legs. This was impossible, seeing as he couldn’t bend down any farther without moving his whole body, which would make it hard for Ginny to continue to pleasure him.

Ginny senses his predicament and stands up quickly, letting the shorts slide down her legs. Harry stares greedily at her panties, which look more like a thong than anything else. With that, she tugs her shirt over her head and quickly unsnaps her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Determined to let Harry see all of her, she hooks her thumbs on the waistband of her panties and drags them down her legs.

She steps out of them and sits on Harry’s lap, her pussy lips resting on his cock. Surprised, Harry lets out a quick breathy gasp of “Ginny…” and bucks up at her. With a smile, she grabs his cock and raises her hips to line them up. As she impales herself on his cock, she cries out in pleasure and Harry starts thrusting into her before she even makes it all the way down. With a moan of longing, she wraps her legs around his waist and holds on for dear life.

Harry grabs her ass cheeks to accommodate her bouncing body and helps her meet his thrusts upward with a thrust of her own. When Ginny arches her head back in pleasure, he leans his head in and starts sucking on her neck, leaving bruising hickeys as he continues down her collarbone to kiss the valley between her breasts. As he wraps his lips around her left nipple, she shakes in his arms, enjoying the sensation.

Ginny is in heaven. Harry, the boy she’d had a crush on since her mother told her the stories of the Boy-Who-Lived, was thrusting his cock inside her tight pussy while sucking on her nipples.

With the completion of this thought, she comes, feeling a shiver run from head to toe and clenching her walls around Harry’s cock, urging him to cum with her.

This he does. With a loud groan, he thrusts as each spurt of his seed in unleashed inside her pussy, not stopping until every last drop is out.

They sit there quietly, panting in exhilaration, Harry’s hands still cupping Ginny’s bottom, his lips planting leisurely feather light kisses on her breasts.

He stops and looks her in the eyes, whispers “I love you, Ginny,” and kisses her passionately for minutes on end. When they break apart again, Ginny gives him a content smile and whispers “I love you too” right back at him.

Suddenly realizing where they are, Harry looks up and says, “We’d better get back inside before everyone starts looking for us.” He pauses and looks where he’s sitting: on a dusty piece of wood in a dusty broom closet, sweating from head to toe. “…and I should probably take another shower, too.” With that, he stands up, letting Ginny slide off his softening cock. She looks him in the eye with an impish smile and asks, “May I join you?”

With an equally mischievous smile in return, he replies, “Why of course, Miss Weasley.”

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