US Vogue January 1952
Jean Patchett wears a light pink poodle coat. By Swansdown from Anglo wool, on a pleated Shantung silk dress, by Mollie Parnis. Dayton Co. Gloves by Superb; silver jewelry by Miriam Haskell. Lipstick “Pretty Pink”; Prince Matchabelli.
Jean Patchett porte un manteau caniche léger rose pâle. Par Swansdown de laine Anglo, sur une robe en soie plissée Shantung, de Mollie Parnis. Gants Dayton Co. par Superb ; des bijoux en argent de Miriam Haskell. Rouge à lèvres « Pretty Pink » ; Prince Matchabelli.
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“Shhh… don’t let mom hear” 608 words
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Ginny knew she was being stupid, sauntering down the stairs in next to no clothes, but every time Charlie visited The Burrow, all inhibition went out the window.
The way he had grown into an adult, all firm muscles and deft hands… she didn’t stand a chance against him.
She trailed down the stairs, dodging every creaky step until she was in the sitting room, her older brother asleep on the patchwork sofa. He was covered in nothing but a threadbare blanket, his shirtless chest exposed to the warm evening air.
Ginny wasted no time in making her way over to him, immediately darting her tongue out and swiping it over his pink nipple. She watched as his body erupted in goosebumps before leaning over to swipe her tongue over the other one as well.
“Gin?” Charlie asked, voice gruff and sleepy and so fucking sexy.
“Shhh,” she crooned, climbing over him and straddling his lap. She pulled the blanket out from between them and tossed it to the side. “It’s me.”
Leaning forward, Ginny pressed her lips to his neck, laving over his throat and the curve of his adam’s apple. She hummed softly as his hands made their way to her hips and squeezed gently.
“What are you doing?” Charlie asked, pushing against her now.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Ginny whispered, grinding her hips down — rubbing her bare pussy against the thin fabric of his underwear. She could feel how hard her brother was now, even just moments out of sleep. “I want you.”
“Ginny,” he said, voice stern. He shook his head. “You can’t. We — I’m your brother.”
“I don’t care,” Ginny replied, and she didn’t. It almost made her want him more, knowing that he loved her. That she was safe. She reached behind herself and slipped her hand under the waistband of Charlie’s underwear, wrapping her fingers around his cock before he had a chance to protest any further.
“Ginny, stop,” he said, pushing at her hips again. She only stroked his cock harder, smiling to herself at the fact that he was only getting harder under her grip.
“Shhh,” Ginny said again. “Don’t let Mum hear.” She inched backward until she was poised right over his cock, sitting down slowly as his length sunk into her easily.
Charlie groaned beneath her, and Ginny grinned.
“Your cock feels so good inside me, Charlie,” Ginny moaned, leaning forward and running her tongue over his upper lip.
“Do you, ah, fuck all of your brothers like this, Gin?” Charlie asked, head falling back.
Ginny shook her head, even though he wasn’t watching. “Just you,” she admitted.
Charlie’s eyes snapped open, his pupils blown wide. He looked feral now, possessive, and Ginny liked that.
He grabbed her hips tighter and began fucking into her more roughly, his hips bucking off the couch as hard as he could. Ginny ran a hand down her torso until her fingertips were brushing her clit.
Her body was trembling, and she knew she was going to come.
She moved her fingers more quickly over herself, chanting her brother’s name as her orgasm crashed over her — Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.
Almost instantly, Charlie was falling right over that edge too, spilling deep inside of her.
Suddenly, there were padding footsteps moving toward them, feet making contact with every creaky step in The Burrow.
Ginny pulled on a coat and ran to the kitchen, while Charlie pulled the blanket back over himself. She took down a glass and put it under the tap with absolutely no time to spare.
“Hey, Mum. Did I wake you?” Ginny asked. “I just needed some water.”
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RIP to the Tithouse animators because they clearly hate animating Trinket and there is 100x more animal nonsense in the Mighty Nein XD
-Sprinkle and Frumpkin of course
-The constant polymorphing
-The other pets like Nugget and Prof. Thaddeus
-The toilet name horses
-The moorbounders
-Multiple turtles that attack Fjord
Just to name a few
Pray for them
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