Ginny stood in the bathroom, preparing herself for a shower. That, in short, meant undressing. She was doing a pretty good job at it. Not great, but good.
If she listened closely, she could hear the twins playing Ron just outside the bathroom door, yelling and laughing and doing everything to keep Ron’s face in that lovely state of deep, deep red. Like the last stage of a sunset. Very alike the evening just outside, this very summer night.
She didn’t think about it very much, it was the twin’s normal behavior, so she was used to it after 15 years of living together. The trick was to keep out of their way and hoping that Ron was the victim. He usually was.
Ginny was about to take off her knickers, attention at a melody in her head, when she at the last moment realized that she had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. This was clearly shown when Ron rushed in, stressed, sweaty, red headed, swearing and completely oblivious to his very, very naked sister.
After a few frantic seconds, in which Ron did a terrific job of locking the door, complete with fighting twins on the other side and bangs and loud noises, he finally turned around, seeing first now his very, very naked sister standing in the middle of the room. His very, very naked sister, who in turn only looked back at him. No frantic tries to cover her naughty parts, no yelling, no hitting or throwing stuff. All in all, her reaction was a little dull. She still heard the melody.
That made Ron’s panic dull a bit to. No point to panic when hell wasn’t about to rise.
"Uhm… Hello Ginny…”
“Hi Ron”
And then, nothing…
So, he tried again.
“Ginny, I swear, I didn’t know you where in here, I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. I just need to stay until the twins leave…”
And then, nothing.
“Ginny? You might want to cover yourself, you know, just so… Just until I can get out from here…”
“I’m good like this.”
And then, nothing.
Maybe a bit repetitive. Again, a little dull. The melody had at least disappeared from Ginny’s mind, her attention were now staring into Ron’s very blue eyes.
Ron didn’t try to make conversation again. It didn’t give him much trying anyway, so he passed time trying to sneak glances of his very naked, very grown up sister. He was very confused about the way Ginny had reacted, and didn’t get wiser with her now, since she just took her shower as she would usually do, with the slight change of not using the drapes.
It was almost as she wanted him to look, thought Ron. Now, because he was aroused, his brain fought against his penis in a fight all men around the world fights from time to time. Was he prepared to do something incredibly stupid only for the chance of sex? Of course he would, that was a given. If Hermione came running saying that she wanted to be lain right down in the middle of the great hall, at lunch, he would have jumped right to it. If Fleur so much as winked at him, he would run out and howl at the moon. But with his sister? Here, the brain had an edge. A sharp edge. That kind of edge that in the past was enough to cut down whole castles by itself, not engaging the rest of the army, even though they had taken their time to get all the way there. But he liked Ginny very much; he’d just assumed it was very sibling related. In fact, sometimes he had caught himself staring longingly at her at dinner, or in the common room, or just when she passed by. He’d blamed hormones.
But fact was that Ron Weasley sometimes had been playing with the idea of Ginny as his girlfriend, despite being his sister. Ron was sometimes a very, very confused boy.
However, Ron had now seen that his sister was hot. So hot that he actually was questioning the odds of them being siblings at all and exploring the possibilities of her being adopted from some young model that had gotten a baby way to early and was in no shape of taking care of it herself. He was actually quite fooled by this possibility, until he realized that she, like all of them, shared the exact same traits as every Weasly since the beginning of time. Red hair – Check. Freckles – Check. Stubbornness – Check. So they were siblings…
He damned his bad luck for a moment, all while Ginny got out from the shower and dried herself. When she was done, she walked up to him saying the strangest thing.
“Kiss me”
Ron was startled, of course. Almost comically so. ..
“Merlin pants Ginny, we can’t! We’re siblings! At least, that is what I believed, until now but now I’m not so sure anymore, since all this and that and…” Ron trailed off.
“I do not care. Kiss me”
Again, at the lack of response, this time from Ron, made things go slow, she ultimately took things in her own hands. She stepped forward, bent down and kissed him. On the mouth. Fully. With tongue. A whirling such.
Her own brother.
He, who was very, very still, even though he had hoped for this for the last five minutes, sat… Well, still. He was in shock.
She kissed her own brother.
That was the strange part, he thought. Why would she do that? Did she have a crush on him? Her own brother? Wasn’t that kind of illegal? Wasn’t that what they called incest? Not only illegal, but kind of unbelievable?
“Ron, I want you to kiss me”
Deciding he didn’t care either way, he finally kissed back. With tongue, fully on the mouth. Just like a good boy.
Like the worst brother.
It was like heaven. Ron, who had only kissed once or twice before, thought it was like cotton candy, and butterbeer, and soft pillows, and clouds, all that was soft. His sister’s lips were an amazing contradiction, too good to be there, yet being there. Even better, being there on his own lips. It was amazing. Who would have thought that kissing his sister would feel so good?
Now, to be fair, Ron had noticed Ginny a long time ago, in a very brother appropriate way. Noting how her butt shaped gently against the muggle clothing she wore at home. Noting how her red hair framed her face, giving it a cute, yet spicy look. Noting the light in her eyes, the light that sent every boy now and then to space and back. Noting how every word she said gave away sexual tension.
However, Ron soon realized the wrong of his way, and decided to break the kiss off.
“Ginny, we can’t do this. We are siblings! Even though I hate myself for saying this, we can’t do it! It’s wrong, illegal. Against everything we’ve ever been taught. Think about what mom and dad would think if they found out. Think about the twins!”
Think about the likeliness that incest already run deep in the Weasley family.
This he said while backing off, away from his very naked sister. He said without looking at her, and with great regret in his tone. Therefore, it was almost a relief for him when Ginny spoke up:
“I don't care! I want you Ron! I wanted you for such a long time.” She didn’t back off, and she didn’t avert her eyes. She looked straight into Ron’s.
“So good… To think that Hermione would get you, without even fighting for you, is something that I will never agree on. Why should you give yourself up so easily? What does she have that I haven’t?”
Ron couldn’t believe his ears. And since he couldn’t believe his eyes neither, he decided simply enough that it wasn’t real. It was a dream.
So he tested it by touching the thing most likely to be made up by his imagination: Ginny. In a move so unsmooth that it became legendary, he stretched out his hand, touching Ginny’s left breast, right over the nipple. To encourage him, Ginny moaned. Not because it felt so good, he was quite rough and way too excited, but to tell him that this was exactly what she wanted. He decided that it wasn’t enough, so he began to massage the breast, in small, light movements, while Ginny moved on her own, dragging Ron closer to her.
“I can’t believe it, this is real. It is really happening…” Ron felt her touch against his arm and finally it got down on him that she wasn’t an illusion. His breath suddenly became heavier, his vision got narrowed. His world was from that moment completely filled of her. Her fragrant was clear and so strong it was intoxicating, her skin so pretty it deserved a museum.
Ginny was right in front of Ron now, getting closer with slow steps. She putted both her hands on his chest, before whispering:
“I know Ron; I can’t believe it either… But first, you need to decide, Ron. Do you really want to go through with this? Are you sure? Absolutely sure? I need to hear it first, from you. From your lips…”
Ron looked down on her, on Ginny, his sweet, pain-in-the-ass sister Ginny and thought about all that would break if they continued. All that would disappear if he went along. A look into her green eyes told him the answer.
He bent down, and kissed her. Softly. Without tongue.
Not at first, at least.
Soon it developed into a wrestling game, complete with French kissing, because Ginny wanted to get Ron out of his clothes as quick as she could manage. First Ginny took his shirt and dragged it off him, so fast she could, not wanting to go too long without kissing him. His pants were easier; she could drag them off without breaking their kissing frenzy.
In no time he stood there, the only clothing on him left was his black boxer shorts, with a noticeable bulge. It was actually pointing right at her, she thought, staring at her with a lustful glare. She quickly dragged them down, revealing Ron’s full wood.
“And they said you had no talent for quidditch…”
Ron ignored her words or, he tried to listen, but was too distracted to understand what she said. No wonder. They were both naked now. Ron and Ginny had bathed together since early childhood, been naked together, teased each other, wrestled and done everything siblings usually do, but they had never looked at each other as they did now. Never felt the hunger of lust for each other, as they did now.
They wasted no time…
Ginny took a moment or two to stare at her brothers bulging member, noticing that it were, in fact, actually pointing directly at her. She tested it by moving a bit too her right, and it followed with unlikely precision. Some would say that it was because Ron was so intensely focused on her, some would say magic. Some would actually say that it was because of the intenseness found between the siblings that made it do so. The truth is that it didn’t matter in the slightest.
Ron couldn’t stand the wait, even in those few moments, so he stepped up to Ginny to kiss her. She, however, had other plans.
Neither Ginny nor Ron had had any actual experience of sex beyond kissing, groping (this was Ginny) and on one strange occasion, the vacuum cleaner (this was Ron), but what Ginny had heard of the other, more “outgoing” girls in her grade, sucking was something boys regarded highly. So she began to go down on him, slowly kissing her way down Ron’s skinny upper body.
When she reached the lower part of his stomach, he let out a low moan of pleasure. A low moan of expectations and surprise. He had wondered what it would feel like, ever since the twins teased him with elaborated stories about what they themselves had experienced (with girls, not each other. Different girls. At least, Ron hoped it was with different girls). No story came even close to the actual thing, he stated to himself, as Ginny slowly took his full on wood with her warm hands for the first time. With silent amazement he watched his sister drag her hand back and forth, her equally amazed with what she was doing. He again gasped in surprise and pleasure as Ginny suddenly tasted him, locking lips with his tip.
Slowly going down on him, Ginny tried sucking. She found immensely pleasure in hearing how he was pleasured by what she was doing. Otherwise, she found it quite dulling. Soon after beginning, she stopped, deciding that things had to progress.
She got up on her feet again to kiss him.
He kissed her back.
And groped her.
He found that enjoyable.
Ron kissed Ginny one last time on the mouth. He then planted a kiss on her nose, and one on her forehead. He kissed her neck, and he kissed her collarbone. He kissed his way down to her right breast, where he stayed for a while. He tasted her nipple, and he tasted around. He sucked and nibbled lightly. For a first timer, he actually showed a bit of elegance. A bit of delicacy. Not something Ginny, or anyone else for that matter, was very used to. However, he did it good.
Ginny really liked it.
Ron went further down, playing circles on her stomach with her tongue before reaching the most intriguing point on her body. Her most secret lair uncovered.
Ron gently tasted his way down her crotch, reaching her pussy. For the first time, Ron Weasley tasted a girl’s pussy. He licked with long strokes, to be sure to get a good taste of her, before trying to gently slip in a finger into her. She was wet, so he figured it would go easy.
This didn’t Ginny accept.
She stepped back, surprising and almost angering a bewildered Ron, who had just started to get what he was doing.
“What?” He exclaimed.
“Not a finger. I need you, Ron!” She said, almost whispered, looking directly into his eyes.
Ron understood exactly what she meant.
He lay down on the bathroom floor, suggesting with his movements that Ginny should get down on top. Not knowing the first thing about sexual positions, Ron simply did it to make Ginny decide for herself how she wanted to break her (and his) virginity.
She did it slowly.
She positioned herself right above his penis, guiding it to the right place with her fingers. When she was happy with the placement, she slowly sat down upon him.
They both moaned as she did.
After that, there was no turning back, neither any need to turn back. While sitting on Ron’s scrawny body, Ginny was sure that this was what she wanted. Likewise, while looking up at his sister, Ron thought the same. Feeling that this truly was a special moment, Ginny bent down to plant a kiss on Ron, who had at the same time arched up to do the same. As they kissed, fireworks set off in the background.
It really did.
The twins were bored.
Ginny began to move, as she sat, since she decided that if the door didn’t turn to ashes, they were good to go. The magical moment of not being virgins any longer had passed, so now she wanted pleasure. Moving was a good way to get there. She began to go up and down on Ron, who tried to match small thrusts into their pace. Beginning slowly, as they were still not used to sex, things took up pace soon enough. After a short while, they changed position. After gaining speed, they changed again.
Soon enough, Ginny stood on all four, taking Ron’s wild thrusts. She liked the position, because she felt Ron so much more than what she had in the positions before. He pounded away, not caring about fines or delicacy.
On thrust, two thrusts.
Three thrusts, four thrusts.
The pace was as fast now as he could manage, feeling close to release. Ginny, who since they took this particular position, had helped herself getting off, were also feeling the shivers closing in for an orgasm.
Ron grunted first, dragging out to cum outside of her. Deciding he didn’t want to hit her without asking, he grabbed a towel from a rack and cummed in it, while Ginny herself climaxed (with help of intense rubbing) when Ron left her. Happy and satisfied, the lay down like that, empty and free on the bathroom floor, for a while. Just staring at the ceiling.
They both felt good.
They both felt free.
And as Ron stretched out his hand, to grab Ginny’s, they both felt fucking happy.
