Author: Times of Bliss
Story: The Potter Family (GinnyxJamesSP)
A/N: My second attempt at Pottercest featuring Ginny and James Sirius Potter. My first one featured Harry and Albus Severus Potter.
Warnings: Chan and incest. Turn away NOW if you are underage, if you dislike chan and/or incest, or if you like them, but cannot differentiate between what is fan fiction and what is real life. Warnings clear enough? Good! For the rest of you, please proceed, enjoy and don't forget to review!
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I'm sure you knew that.
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It was the first Saturday of the summer holidays and the two older Potter children were back at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. James had completed his third year at Hogwarts and Albus, his second. Lily would join them on the first of September.
It was also the start of the summer sale. Ginny took James with her to Diagon Alley after lunch, leaving Albus and Lily with Harry at home. She needed a new dress for tomorrow night's Ministry gala dinner and had forgotten in the rush to clear her work before the holidays. She also preferred to shop alone - time alone was a precious commodity for a working mother of three - but James needed a new coat and she didn't want to battle the sales crowds a second time.
Three hours later, Ginny paid for her last purchase and stepped out of the boutique only to find it was raining. She pushed back her long red hair with one hand and stared at the heavy downpour, feeling tired and exasperated with an impatient James beside her and half a dozen shopping bags between them. She knew she should have left for home half an hour ago when the skies turned dark, but she couldn't resist going into one more boutique and there, she had found the perfect dress.
A long suffering sigh sounded from James.
"Great. It's raining and I'm starving, mum," he complained, a grumpy edge to his voice.
Ginny didn't have it in her to tell him off this time. James was impulsive and impatient, of course he would be cranky after tagging along behind her from shop to shop. The only reason why he wasn't complaining more was because of the smart blue blazer in one of the bags in his hand.
"We're going home right now, darling. Let's see..."
Ginny looked up the street, blinking at a flash of lightning that was followed by thunder. The Apparition point of Diagon Alley was not that far off, but everyone was hurrying in that direction, no doubt to get home. There would be a queue a mile long by the time she and James got there. She could take him in Side Along Apparition but she had never tried that with so many bags to carry at the same time. More importantly, she hadn't had a chance to try on her new dress earlier. Although it was her size, she wanted to make sure it fitted perfectly before surprising Harry with it tomorrow evening...
That last thought made up her mind.
"Let's go to the Leaky Cauldron and have something to eat first," she suggested. "By the time we finish, the rain should have stopped."
Eyes lighting up at the mere mention of food, James nodded eagerly and they both started towards the pub.
As Ginny expected, it was full of customers who were hungry or just wanted to escape the heavy rain outside. When she asked Tom if she could have one of the rooms upstairs for an hour or so, he was only too happy to oblige. He assured her he would only charge a nominal sum for it if they didn't use the shower or bed, and even had someone bring up their order of tea and sandwiches.
The room was small but clean with a Queen sized bed and two armchairs flanking a small table near the window. Ginny went into the attached bathroom to wash her hands and sighed at her windblown appearance, but the sight of the full length mirror affixed to one wall made her smile.
"Come wash your hands before you eat, James," she called.
When James bounded into the bathroom two seconds later and brushed past her, Ginny shook her head and went out. She didn't know where her eldest born got his energy from while Albus was the exact opposite, content to sit still for hours at a time with a book or his beloved sketchpad. Lily... well, she was a mixture of both.
Dropping into one of the two chairs, Ginny toed off her shoes with a sigh of relief and scrunched her toes, glad that Harry would have dinner ready and waiting by the time she and James got home. As she poured out the tea, James flopped into the other chair and reached for a chicken sandwich.
They ate in silence, Ginny having one sandwich and leaving the rest for James. She knew he could still manage seconds at dinner while she didn't need the extra calories. The hot tea had helped to revive her and she pulled out the knee length black dress from the bag at her feet and held it up. It had spaghetti straps, a silver beaded neckline and a dropped waist.
"There – what do you think of it, love?"
James stopped chewing long enough to grin at her, his good mood restored by the food.
"It'll knock dad's eyes out, mum, and you know it!"
Laughing, Ginny reached over to ruffle his hair before standing up.
"Thanks, I'm hoping it will! I'm going to try it on now so don't wolf down your food," she said. "It's still raining."
James just nodded, reaching for his third sandwich.
Ginny went inside the bathroom and pushed the door closed. She put the dress down on the counter and took off her own dress. She was wearing her cream lace underwear set, but since she needed to pair the dress with her black strapless bra, she took off the bra she was wearing. She didn't see the bathroom door being pushed open or the pair of brown eyes admiring her body through the vanity mirror.
"You're beautiful, mum."
Ginny looked up at the mirror and then spun around, her hands automatically coming up to cover her chest. Her hair was long, but not long enough to shield her.
"James, you scared me!" she scolded and then frowned. "Finished eating already? Did you want to wash your hands?"
James shook his head, his eyes still on her chest.
"You don't have to cover them," he said, his matter of fact tone at odds with the gleam in his eyes. "I've seen them before, you know. I've touched them."
"Yes, you did that when I was breastfeeding Albus and then Lily," Ginny replied with a laugh. "Go on, get out. I want to try on this dress."
James didn't move.
"I've sucked on them too," he said, frowning a bit as if trying to remember.
Ginny blinked, a bit chagrined to find that her nipples tightening at his words. Just a natural response, she told herself.
"Aww, it's just me, mum. You can show them to me," James said suddenly, head tilted to one side and lips holding a hint of his teasing smile. His eyes were gleaming with challenge, a look he often used on Albus and Lily when giving them a dare.
Despite knowing better, Ginny rolled her eyes and dropped her hands. She turned back to the counter and picked up the black dress, searching for the side zipper and ignoring the fact that her nipples were still puckered.
"Fine, you've seen them and there's been little change even though I breastfed all three of you, thank Merlin. Now get out, please."
Instead, James stepped inside the bathroom, eyes roving over her body before stopping again at her breasts.
Ginny clicked her tongue in exasperation, resisting the urge to cover herself with the dress.
"Young man, I said get out!"
"They're so beautiful," James praised as if he hadn't heard her words, his eyes full of admiration. "Sarah's are so big, they're drooping to her stomach already. Rachel's are so small, they're barely there."
"What?!"
Ginny dropped the dress and swung back to face James. She planted her fists at her hips, too indignant for the moment to feel any modesty at confronting her son with only her knickers on.
"James Sirius Potter! Are you telling me you've seen other girls' breasts? Where? When? Merlin, you're just thirteen!"
A guilty flush spread over James' cheeks and he took a quick step back.
"Uhm, it's nothing, mum," he said.
Ginny grabbed his shoulders and yanked him forward.
"What do you mean by 'nothing'? Did you touch them? If you did, I swear I'm going to use Grandma Molly's wooden – "
"I didn't!" James protested, his voice louder. "Me and the guys were just taking a look, that's all! Just that one time, in the Quidditch locker rooms. That's it, I swear!"
Ginny glared at him.
"And when was that?"
"Last month, after the final game! Just that one time!"
"You didn't touch those girls?" Ginny demanded, eyes still narrowed.
James shook his head hard, the brown eyes he had gotten from her wide and earnest.
"I swear I didn't," he said, starting to sound indignant himself.
Ginny pressed her lips together. She was sure that James had never lied to her or Harry. He was impulsive and cheeky and intensely curious, but he didn't mean anything by it. Merlin knew she had heard enough stories from Fred and George about sneaking around the girls' locker rooms to peep at them, starting in their second year, no less.
After letting James squirm for half a minute more, she exhaled and nodded.
"Fine, I believe you," she said. "But you're too young to be chasing girls yet, James. Give it a few more years, alright?"
She noticed with a mix of amusement and exasperation that although he looked relieved, he was staring at her breasts. Again.
"All right - out," she told him. "We'll go home as soon as the rain stops."
Ginny glanced at the bathroom window as she spoke, it was still pouring outside. She turned back to James and froze at the sight of his hands reaching out to cup her breasts.
"What do you think you're -"
Ginny broke off on a gasp, mouth falling open in shock when her son's hands cupped her breasts and two curious thumbs whisked over her nipples, the teasing movement sending a tingle all the way down her body. Instead of desensitising them, breastfeeding had only rendered her nipples very sensitive to touch.
"James! What the -"
"You're so sensitive there, mum," James said in a wondering tone. He leaned forward, lips parting with undisguised intent.
Ginny reacted out of sheer instinct, leaning back and slapping James right across the cheek. The crack echoed through the small bathroom as two pairs of wide brown eyes stared at each other in shock.
James stifled a cry, hands dropping to his sides as he took a step back. He shook his head and blinked hard, his mother's hand print a bright red on his cheek.
Ginny drew in a shuddering breath and shook her head as well, that same hand now trembling and pressed to her mouth. Great Merlin, she had actually slapped her own child! Not a premeditated punishment; measured smacks given on the bottom after the child had understood the reason for them and accepted the punishment, but without thinking!
Yes, James had done something wrong, but did that justify her actions?
"I'm sorry," James whispered. He looked a bit fearful now.
"Oh, I'm sorry too, love!" Ginny cried. She reached for James and pulled him close, hugging him tightly. "I shouldn't have slapped you like that, I'm sorry!"
She choked back a sob when James' arms wrapped around her back and they clung to each other.
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James squeezed his eyes shut, his cheek stinging. He had had his fair share of smacked bottoms, more than Albus and Lily, mostly due to teasing them and tearing about the house. He always felt he had so much energy that it was almost impossible to sit still. He even rode his broom inside the house last summer, zooming up the stairs early one morning and almost careening into Lily who had just come out of her room. That had earned him the most number of smacks from his father.
But this was the first time he had been slapped right in the face, and by his mother.
James knew he was guilty. Ginny hadn't closed the bathroom door all the way earlier and when he looked up, he had caught a glimpse of her from the back, dressed in just a bra and matching knickers. That had made something stir inside him, something warm and thick and more than just the usual male appreciation of an attractive and fit female body. He was up and across the room before he knew it, pushing the bathroom door open to gawk at plump, rounded breasts encased in lace cups, reflected in the vanity mirror.
When Ginny removed her bra, he knew he just had to touch her there, the need solidifying inside him when she swung around to face him. He had done just that, and those globes of warm flesh had felt wonderful in his hands, those perky nipples hard against his palms.
Opening his eyes, James took a deep breath, the scent of his mother's shampoo and flowery perfume filling his nose. She was still hugging him and rocking him a bit, his head nestled between her breasts and one of those nipples a scant inch away from his nose. All he had to do open his mouth... stick out his tongue and...
The forbidden had always held a special fascination for James Sirius Potter. He shouldn't, he knew he shouldn't, but he did it anyway, tipping his head to lick at that softened nipple. A thrill of excitement and trepidation swept up his spine when the bud puckered against his tongue and he heard his mother gasp, her arms tightening around him.
Oh well, in for a knut...
James closed his mouth over that nipple and closed his mind to reason. He tasted his mother, really tasted her. She tasted divine. He began to suck on her teat, his heart quickening at the knowledge of what he was doing, the sheer novelty and daring of it. He grew aroused, blood flowing downward and swelling the length between his thighs. He was no stranger to sexual arousal, having discovered the delights of masturbation early this year and the sweet, shuddering burst of pleasure that ended each encounter.
"J-james! What are you - stop it...!"
Ginny's words were shaky, her tone lacking its usual steel. It wasn't difficult for James to ignore what she said. He sucked her nipple deep inside his mouth before releasing it and latching onto the other one, a tiny growl escaping his throat.
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Ginny's mouth fell open as a hot, wet mouth ravished her.
"Ohh," she breathed, her legs shaking. She stumbled back a step and leaned against the vanity counter, head falling back and eyes closing. She still had one arm around James' shoulders, her other hand tangled in his curly brown hair, trembling fingers flexing as if undecided if she should pull him away... or bring him even closer.
Harry loved teasing her with very light kisses and licks, but James had no such patience or skill, licking and sucking at her nipples as if determined to draw milk from them.
Ginny's mouth opened and closed with no words coming out. Her forehead and upper lip were starting to bead with perspiration, electrifying tingles shooting ceaselessly from her breasts down to her stomach, making it quiver and clench, and then lower still, sending a familiar rush of warmth between her legs. Her knees quivered again, bare toes curling against the cold tiled floor.
The feel of James pressing against her and humping against her thigh took her by surprise. The feel of his erection through his jeans – Great Merlin, he was hard! - felt like a bucket of icy water dumped on her head.
"James, stop it!" she panted. She gripped his hair and tried to pull him off of her, shivering again when he rubbed the flat of his tongue against her nipple. Ooh, that felt... so... good!
"James!"
Somehow, Ginny found the strength to thrust James away from her, her captured nipple leaving his mouth with a succulent sounding 'pop'.
They stared at each other again and this time, their eyes were dark with arousal.
Ginny drew in a trembling breath, another shiver going through her when James licked his red lips. He seemed somewhat surprised at first - she knew she must look a sight, face flushed and hair disheveled - and then his eyes gleamed when they roved lower, taking in the sight of her flushed breasts and swollen nipples with what looked like male satisfaction.
"You taste so good, mum," he said, his voice deeper than usual. Then he looked lower still and his eyes widened even more.
Ginny closed her eyes, skin prickling with goose bumps of shame, knowing he was seeing the incriminating stain on her knickers.
"Is that...? You're wet..."
Ginny's cheeks flamed. She didn't know what to say to that - was there anything to say? Except the truth?
Fine. She was aroused from having her oldest son play with her breasts, judging from that familiar ache in her groin. If she were alone right now, she would have taken things in hand, but since she wasn't...
"That's enough, James," she said as steadily as she could. "Enough of this fooli-"
"No! I - I want to feel more."
James moved fast. Before Ginny could do more than blink, his hand was down the front of her knickers, palm cupping her curls. The touch of tentative fingertips against her wet flesh made her gasp again, her legs wobbling.
Without conscious thought, her thighs parted and James didn't hesitate, pushing his hand further inside her knickers, fingertips sliding in lubrication.
"You're so wet there, mum. I read about this in a book, about how a woman's body..."
"J-James Sirius P-Potter! What do you mean - ohh-hh..."
Ginny's words turned into a shaky moan when those fingers started stroking her. If James' caresses were as urgent as how he had ravished her breasts earlier, the outcome might have been very different, but his unsure caresses only tore her shaky resolve to shreds.
Head falling back and eyes closing, Ginny shifted her feet wider apart, hips thrust upward and out, white knuckled hands gripping the sides of the vanity counter behind her to keep her balance.
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James' heart was racing like a runaway train. He couldn't believe it - he, thirteen year old James Sirius Potter, was getting a first hand sexual education of the best kind, the practicalkind. It was something he never thought he would get to experience for the next few years at least.
Best of all, it was with someone he knew and loved and trusted, his beautiful and sexy mother. Not that he had ever thought her sexy in that way before, but after having seen and felt and tasted how wonderful she was... wow!
Getting intimately acquainted with those gorgeous breasts of hers was a sublime experience in itself, but he now had one hand down his mother's lacy knickers and oh, she was letting him! She was also deliciously wet and getting undone by his hand! His virgin, inexperienced hand!
James was beyond thrilled. Early this year, right after Christmas break, he had found a book in the restricted section of the library that detailed the male and female anatomy, sexual intercourse and procreation, complete with pictures. He had spent hours hiding at the back of the library, poring over the detailed illustrations of the male and female genitalia, memorising each part, each term. Not one for studying, he had ignored the pregnancy chapter, but practically devoured the sexual intercourse one, especially the half dozen positions depicted there. That was when he had experienced his first erection and later that night, his first wet dream. He had gone right onto masturbation after that.
For the next half year, James had indulged in regular sessions with his own body. He wasn't stupid, he knew he was too young to go seeking out his female classmates, not to mention he would get slapped right across the face and reported.
This was different. Yes, he had gotten slapped, but he wasn't about to waste this golden opportunity. He couldn't see what he was touching right now, but he knew what that swollen nub against his fingertips was, knew its name, knew it was an intensely erogenous zone. The shivers he could feel spreading through his mother's body with each stroke only confirmed this.
James' arousal soared higher, obliterating every other thought in his brain save one – he wanted to know more, he wanted to feel more. As he stroked his mother, he started humping against her thigh again, seeking relief from the fierce throbbing between his legs.
"Unh... unh..."
Emboldened by his mother's pants and heedless of anything else, James crowded closer to her, pressing her against the counter, his face between her breasts. He rubbed himself against her, his fingers still stroking her swollen nub with the same feverish haste. A fleeting thought crossed his mind that he was very close to releasing and should slow down a little in order to give his mother the same satisfaction, but by then it was too late. With a sharp cry of bliss, James came in his jeans, his frantic humping speeding up and his hand's movements slowing down.
"Oh... no, don't stop!"
An urgent hand covered his, pressing it firmly against the soft curls and wet flesh. Still panting from his orgasm, James picked up the pace again, fingers curling, stroking hard and fast.
"Yes... yes... yes!"
James' head snapped up, body still trembling and leaking out the last of his pleasure. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother - eyes closed and lips parted, pretty face flushed and long red hair tumbling around her shoulders - shuddering in what he knew was her own orgasm, her wet core pulsing deliciously against his fingers.
He stared at her until she gave a long sigh and threw both arms around him. They hugged tightly as their bodies came down from their first sexual experience together.
To be continued...
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