Ron’s stomach clenched as Harry reclaimed his seat on the bed, knowing he’d be Ginny’s next target, suddenly regretting every nasty trick he’d played on her while they were kids.
“Hermione,” Ginny said, “You know your knickers are history now, but I want Ron to take them off . . . using only his teeth.”

Ron flushed crimson, not so much at Ginny’s command, but because his cock moved quicker than he did, making Ginny giggle at him. But being the good sport that he was, Ron got up on his knees as Hermione laid back on the bed, lifting her hips for him just a bit.

Ron quickly found that he rather liked the task Ginny had set for him and made a mental note to thank her later, but it wasn’t actually as easy as it sounded. He couldn’t really pull from the front of Hermione’s knickers and get the fabric to move over the curve of her hip. Instead he had to work from her sides alternately, until he got the lacy elastic past her hips, but then he moved strategically between Hermione’s legs and pressed his mouth against her center. One quick bite of very damp and musky fabric, taking extra care to be sure his teeth raked across her sensitive parts, and he was able to scoot himself back toward his own seat, with Hermione’s knickers dangling from his mouth, as he savored her taste and smell. When Ron made no effort to drop them onto the discarded clothing pile, Hermione tried unsuccessfully to snatch them away, and was quite embarrassed when Ron took them in his hand, sniffed deeply at the crotch and then offered them to Harry, “Smells heavenly, doesn’t she mate?”

Harry glanced at Ginny, uncertain how she’d react, but he took the proffered knickers and pressed them to his face. “Err, not bad at all,” he replied, before dropping them onto the pile. Hermione’s scent vividly reminded him of their last night together, and how he’d both tasted and smelled Hermione on Ginny’s lips, and his cock throbbed rather painfully with “that” need.

Hermione won the next hand. “Harry, you can help Ginny out of her knickers, and Ron, you can assist, at least with the sides, teeth only please, both of you.” Ron flashed her a panicked look . . . he couldn’t do that to his sister!

“I can’t help it if you’re lousy at cards, Ron. Maybe you should’ve worn extra clothes if you don’t like the payment plan,” Hermione purred.

Ron glanced at Harry, who nodded at him, and the two raised to their knees again and approached Ginny, who had reclined on the bed, arms thrown shamelessly back over her head so that her bare breasts were more noticeable with each breath she took, and she was breathing rather rapidly by that time.

In unison, Harry and Ron bit the elastic at Ginny’s slim waist, one on either side of her, and peeled her knickers slowly and easily over her curvy hips. Ron could smell her desire as he attempted to back away, so Harry could use the central approach to complete the task, but his cock bumped against Ginny’s bare foot as he retreated. She boldly ran her toes up his considerable length, causing him to groan out loud.

“Damn, Ginny, don’t do that to me!” he exclaimed, hoping no one had noticed the groan.

Hermione winked at Ginny, and Harry had to concentrate hard on forcing the grin from his face so he could get a proper bite on the crotch of Ginny’s knickers, hesitating for just a second to push his tongue around the lacy edge and dip it into her wet folds. Ginny whimpered and her eyes flashed at Harry, wanting more, but knowing the game wasn’t over yet. Harry pulled her knickers away with a flourish and spit them onto the clothing pile.

Ron held the pair in the next hand, and struggled with several tempting ideas of what to make the two girls do, but he had to give Harry a command as well. His stomach gave a rumble at that moment, so he reached out for the food tray as an idea slid into focus. They’d all nibbled at the tray throughout the game, but there was still plenty of good stuff left, so he selected a rather succulent bit of pineapple, which he dipped into the chocolate sauce and sucked at it as he looked from Hermione to Ginny to Harry. He knew he would be risking getting hexed by somebody, but Hermione had made him help Harry with Ginny’s knickers, and he’d always heard that payback was hell.

“You two lay down, and Harry, you turn around,” Ron began.

When Harry’s back was turned, Ron picked up the bowls of chocolate sauce and honey, holding a finger to his lips to indicate he expected silence from the girls. Ginny unconsciously ran her tongue across her bottom lip as Ron dripped honey onto Hermione . . . a couple drops on her lips, a drizzle down her neckline and across one of her nipples, a few drips across her belly, and finishing with another drizzle down her right thigh. Ron noticed the unintentional drip clinging to her brown curls, and Hermione shivered in anticipation, but kept her silence. Then Ron did the same thing on Ginny with the chocolate sauce, blushing a bit as he worked, but quite turned on by this rather intimate act none-the-less.