Bill was visiting the Burrow one afternoon. Fleur was at home, though Bill doubted she was alone. His wife had not asked for him to be faithful and he never expected her to be. He gave her as much space as she wanted to indulge her Veela side. It gave him the chance to seek out pleasure from a wide assortment of people, mostly Charlie and a few people from work whom Bill had grown fond of. But that afternoon, Bill's desires were focused to one person.
Ginny.
Knowing his parents were out of town visiting family, Bill made sure that no one else was home before heading up to Ginny's room. The door was cracked and Bill listened in the hallway for a moment. The sounds of Ginny's fingers sliding eagerly in and out of her wet pussy nearly made Bill lose his focus. But he resisted and walked into her room, sitting down in a chair across from her bed.
Ginny gasped loudly seeing her brother there. She had just been thinking about him. About licking her way up his flat stomach and about his dick buried deep inside of her, making her scream like no other brother had managed. Seeing his face in person caused Ginny to moan loudly and she was unable to pull her hand away.
"Stop." Bill's voice was firm. It sent a tingle up Ginny's spine and her hand fell away, just moments from release. Bill reclined in the chair and folded his toned arms over his chest, giving his naked and aroused sister and appraising look. "Tell me about them all. From the start. Don't touch yourself and don't skip a single detail."
Ginny felt so exposed. Her pink nipples were hard with anticipation and the inside of her thighs were soaked. "Tell you about who?" It was a long list, after all.
"Start with Ron," Bill replied.
Ohhh, so they had told him. Ginny smirked slightly and rested back against her pillows. "Ron was easy," she started. "It was after his fourth year…"