**A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this. It's been a busy couple of weeks. Thanks to all my followers and favoriters (if that's a word). There will be some light Weasleycest in this chapter, but no actual sex between siblings. The Hermione/Ginny femmeslash will begin in the chapter after next. As I didn't fully explain it in the last Author's Note, Hermione is entering her seventh year, and Ginny her sixth. Voldemort was killed at the end of book four. Harry is in a relationship with Romilda Vane and Ron is in a relationship with Lavender Brown. Without further ado...Enjoy!**

'God she's beautiful,' thought Hermione when she woke up naked in beside an also-naked Ginny Weasley in the redhead's bed the next morning. Hermione admired her supple, creamy skin, her beautiful, dark orange hair, her long, lean legs, her muscular stomach, her small but exquisitely round breasts and their soft, pink nipples, her wonderful hips, and finally the part she liked best, the girl's smooth, pink folds, nestled happily benath a beautiful bush of orange pubic hair.

The sight of the sleeping, nude Weasley brought enticing thought's of hot, lesbian sex to Hermione's brain, and a delicious amount of lubricating wetness to her eager vagina. Hermione lay on her side, and lifted up her right leg to open up her inner sanctum. She used her middle finger to swirl the clear fluids of her virgin hole around her much-more heavily-used clitoris, the little organ that had been her best friend since that wonderful day of discovery back when she was fourteen years old.

She proceeded to rub her favorite body part for a solid five minutes, slowly getting faster, and trying to make sure that her orgasm was as quiet and non-moving as possible so to avoid waking up her best friend.

That plan went out the window, however, when Ginny turned onto her side, landing her soft cheek right onto Hermione's ample breast. The sudden feeling of her best friend one of her most sensitive areas skyrocketed Hermione to an earth-shattering orgasm, which resulted in loud moaning and heavy shaking on the part of the brunette. Luckily, the silencing charm still up from last night prevented everyone else from hearing Hermione's sweet release, but not so with Ginny, who opened her eyes, confused, to see a panting, red-faced, post-orgasmic Hermione Granger looking down at her.

Ginny smiled. Even though she had been woken from her slumber, it had been by a moaning Hermione, coming hard with her image in mind, and so it was okay with her.

Ginny and Hermione both leaned back and Hermione turned to look at the clock on the nightstand beside her.

"Shit," she swore, "I need to get going!"

That day, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Mrs. Granger were going shopping for a girls' day out. They would go to Madam Malkin's first, then the Leakey Cauldron for lunch. Later, Flourish and Blott's for Hermione's sake. Mrs. Weasley also wanted to say hello to Fred and George at the joke shop.

"If you don't shower and get downstairs soon," cautioned Ginny, "They'll leave without you."

The younger witch was a little bummed out not to be going with her best friend and their respective mothers on the expedition, but while Mr. Granger showed Mr. Weasley the basics of the Muggle World, she and Ron had some much needed de-gnoming to do in the garden. She also planned to ask Ron a couple questions about being attracted to someone else. She was beginning to have feelings for a certain someone, and she wasn't quite sure how to express it. Hermione, meanwhile, had gotten up and hopped into the shower in the bathroom off of Ginny's room. She yelled to Ginny through the steamy water.

"Hey, Ginny," she said, "I'm sorry I flicked the bean without you."

"It's nothing," responded Ginny from her bed, still naked and not in any mood to do something about it.

"Feel free to rub one off while I'm in here."

"I do kind of feel like squeezing the peach a little bit before I go de-gnome the garden with Ron."

"Go ahead, Gin, I don't mind." responded the brunette.

Flicking the bean, rubbing one off, squeezing the peach...Hermione had taught Ginny so many words for her new favorite activity since the older witch had taught Ginny how to perform the act just three weeks prior.

Ginny had to admit that while masturbation was extremely fun, she sometimes felt that it could get a little repetitive. Circling her clitoris like a horny vulture was enjoyable, and always got the job done, but sometimes Ginny desired more techniques. She had casually mentioned it to her font of sexual information, Hermione, a few times, and the older witch had only replied jokingly that the "circling method" had gotten her off just fine for the past three years, and that one ought not to mess with success. Ginny disagreed, but as everything she knew about the mysterious area between her legs she had learned from Hermione, she conceded that without the older witch on board, nothing more could be accomplished between her eager vulva and her appeasing right hand.

As she thought all of this, that very same right hand was moving quickly past her breasts, belly button, and bush to that very same, very eager vulva, and using it's nimble fingers to circle in the only way she knew how her wanton clitoris.

Hermione turned off the water and exited the shower. She left the bathroom and Ginny, still masturbating herself, followed the older witch with her eyes, watching her pull on a pair of white, cotton panties, blue jeans, a tan bra, a white, lacy camisol, and a pink shirt. Ginny practically came right then when the brunette winked at the masturbating witch. As Hermione left, Ginny continued her ministrations for another couple of minutes and shook her release. She smiled and entered the shower, thinking about the brown-haired girl she always though of when she came.

Ginny exited the shower in her pink bathrobe and combed her long, wet, red hair. She didn't bother with panties, a bra, or any other clothes as she exited her bedroom and went downstairs. She would've needed to change into gardening clothes in the end anyway, so why not cut out the middle man, so to speak.

Ginny stumbled down the rickety stairs of the Burrow. She made her way into the front room just in time to see off Hermione, Mrs. Granger, and her own mother. She hugged the first and last goodbye and sat down on the couch beside Ron. Their father and Mr. Granger had left hours ago so that Mr. Weasley could observe the phenomenon known as "Rush Hour."

Ron laughed at Ginny, seeing his sister prepared for gardening in a pale, purple bathrobe.

"So," he asked, "You're gonna help me de-gnome the garden in that?"

"You know I couldn't!" she retorted, "I'd bend over to get one of the little buggers and you'd see all the way up my snatch!"

"Oi!" Ron mock-yelled, "I don't wanna think about my little sister's snatch!"

"What about Lavender?" asked Ginny playfully.

"What about Lavender?" repeated Ron.

"D'you wanna think about her pussy?" clarified Ginny.

"Maybe..." responded the wizard .

"You sly dog," continued Ginny, "How far have you guys actually gone?"

"Well," answered Ron, "Let's just say that after Christmas holiday, Lav was sore for a week."

"You fucked her?!" asked a shocked Ginny.

"If course I bloody fucked her!" answered Ron.

"What does it feel like?" asked Ginny serenely.

"To fuck someone?" asked Ron.

"No," clarified Ginny, "To be in love."

"Oh...um, well..." answered Ron, "You feel complete around them, like nobody else would do, like you couldn't go on without 'em." Ron sat silently besides his little sister on the couch for a minute, then returned to his comic self. "Why, are you in love with someone?"

"Maybe..." Ginny said playfully, "Anyway it's none of your business. So, what does it feel like to fuck someone?" Ginny laughed.

"I think you know, miss masturbator," said Ron, shocking Ginny, "Always paddling your pink canoe night and day!"

"What?!" screamed Ginny, "How did you know?!"

"Well, for one, your showers went from three minutes to ten," Ron answered, "and two, there's only one reason a witch like Hermione would cast a silencing charm. Don't worry...I do it too. Everyone does."

Ginny went from sulking to laughing. "I didn't need to know that."

After a short silencing of looking away from each-other, the two siblings looked straight into their counterpart's eyes.

"Are you also extremely horny now," said Ron, shifting in his seat.

"Yeah," responded Ginny.

"D'you mind if I..." started Ron, "De-gnome my garden, so to speak?"

Ginny laughed.

"Only if you never call it that again," she said, "and only if you let me join you."

"Alright," he said, "Let's go."

For Ginny it was easy, all she had to do was untie her bathrobe and open up her chest, stomach, and pubic triangle to the world, and more immediately, her older brother.

As Ron pulled off his t-shirt and unbuttoned his blue jeans, Ginny thought about what they were about to do. Was it incest? No, she thought, they were only going to touch themselves. Was it right? She wasn't sure, but she had always been very close to Ron, and they had always shown each-other what was going on in between their respective legs at various points in childhood, and this would be no different...except that now they would be touching those bits in between their legs...and making them hard and wet...and orgasming...and, well, it was too late to stop by that time; Ron had removed his boxers, revealing his seven inch, erect penis (surrounded at its base by thick curls of orange-brown pubic hair), his hairy scrotum and his large, down-hanging testicles, and he had begun to pump at his object in a masterful way, one he had practiced since Fred and George had shown him how in the summer before second year.

He had wanted to show Ginny how to masturbate around that time, but he really had no idea how a girl's genitalia could be stimulated to the point of orgasm. Her vulva was much more complicated than his penis, he thought.

Ginny opened her legs slightly and positioned herself lying down on her back on the couch. Ron knelt between her legs and moved so that his knees were just a few inches from her vagina. He pumped away at his eager penis, the veins of his erection coursing with sexual tension brought forth from the conversation with his sister.

Ginny was horny too as her right hand dove below her light orange bush and circles her clitoris expertly. Her left hand squeezed her small right breast and twisted her hard, pink nipple.

"Who taught you how?" asked Ron.

"Three weeks ago," answered Ginny between breaths as she continued to rub herself, "Hermione took me out to the lake and showed me what my clit was and how to make myself come."

Ron pumped his penis even faster at the thought of his best female friend and his sister touching themselves in the open beside the family pond.

"That's pretty hot," said Ron.

"Yes," said Ginny, thinking of the wonderful day of discovery she and her best friend had shared by the lake, and of Hermione's larger breasts glistening with water in the sun, and her hard nipples, and her hairy vulva, and the sweet noises she made when she came... "it was."

From then on they were quiet, the silence only broken by moans and gasps by Ginny and grunts and whimpers of "Lav" from Ron, plus squishing noises of hands on penises and fingers on clitorises from them both.

After another few minutes of pumping and circling; clutching and fingering; squeezing and rubbing, and every other masturbatory movement they knew, the pair began to show signs of their impending release. Ginny began to tense up, attempting to close her legs (unsuccessfully) around her older brother's knees. She moaned aloud and shook her release violently, squeezing her right hand deep into her vulva in an attempt to compensate for her inability to close her legs.

Upon witnessing his sister's orgasm, Ron had one of his own. His testicles tightened in his scrotum, his erect penis twitched with pleasure, and he shot warm, sticky semen all over his younger sister's flushed, sweaty breasts. Ron lay back as did Ginny, and they both breathed heavily as they rode out their post-orgasmic glows.

The siblings sat on the couch for another minute or so. Ron's penis softened to its usual four-inch length and he used his wand to clean the semen out from underneath his foreskin, out of his pubic hair, and most importantly off of his little sister's chest. Ginny sucked her right hand clean of her own juices and lay motionless as her nipples softened gradually along with Ron's erection.

"Wow," she said at length.

Ginny removed her bathrobe and put on the pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt that her mother had left ready for her on the coffee table. She decided that for today, a bra and panties weren't really worth the hassle of going back upstairs.

Ron pulled up his boxers and tucked his satisfied penis into them comfortably. He pulled up and buttoned his blue jeans and put back on his t-shirt.

"So," he said, "are you ready to de-gnome the garden for real?"

"Sure," laughed Ginny, "but yard work without panties always gets me a little hot and bothered, so I think Hermione and I will have to de-gnome our gardens when she gets back from Diagonal Alley this afternoon!"

Ron practically de-gnomed his garden right then, but there was work to be done, and he didn't have time to think about his little sister's experienced snatch just then.

**More chapters coming soon!**