|Dexy (dead_sexydexy) wrote in dexy_demented,|
@ 2007-10-07 22:57:00
|Entry tags:||fic, fred, george, ginny, incest, nc-17|
Fic: Cardinal Rules, NC-17; Ginny/Fred/George
Title: Cardinal Rules
Challenge: written for like_charity
as part of the hpfamilyfuncest exchange.
Author: dead_sexydexy in dexy_demented
Form: Smut fic
Word Count: 5,690
Warnings: incest, het. threesome, wanking, nipplegasms, sandwich sex, loud sex, messy sex.
Notes: the "hot pucker sandwich" that appears in the story is an actual name of an acutal sandwich from a local BBQ joint that my husband dared me to work into the story. :P
Disclaimer: The Potterverse is not mine, I make no money from it, I don’t intend to harm it or anyone else.
Thanks: to mauvaise_etoile for the super beta and to conspiratorsb and belladoragirl for the read throughs and suggestions.
Comments: are most welcome. (Even those that you may fear are pedantic. Believe me, I need a terribly pedantic someone looking out for all the details I tend to miss. :D )
The Burrow was a little more crowded than usual and Molly was beside herself with nerves. Bill and Fleur were to be married in just two days. Between dangers of a public wedding in wartime and concerns about Bill being unwelcome in many places because of his still obvious scars, it had been decided the couple should wed in a small, private ceremony. A variety of scents filled the cozy kitchen and Molly attempted to direct her well used utensils, looking like the frazzled conductor of a youth orchestra. She let out an exasperated sigh when one of her favorite knives dove into the sink on its own, refusing to be coaxed out of the warm suds. Shaking her head, she looked out the window and smiled to see the happy couple walking together.
“Oh Bill!” giggled Fleur as her fiancé nipped at her ivory neck, “Zat is too ‘ard. You will leave an ‘orrible mark.”
“Hmmph,” Ginny sneered as she walked past the lovebirds unnoticed. It wasn’t that Ginny hadn’t accepted Bill and Fleur’s relationship and their upcoming wedding; Ginny was just feeling more than a bit left out. Harry was still staying away from her completely, thinking this would somehow protect her from Voldemort. Bill had Fleur, Ron had Hermione, and she wasn’t certain what Fred and George were up to, but they’d been running around with varying degrees of hard-ons for weeks now.
As her mind wandered back to the last time she’d seen her brothers, wearing jeans that were just a bit too snug to hide their excitement, Ginny felt a growing pleasure herself. “Stop it,” she muttered down through the fabric of her skirt to the tingling skin between her legs. “You’re going to have to wait until Harry stops being a git. I don’t care how nice it would be to have a go with Fred and/or George.”
“What’s that about Fred and George?” Molly asked.
“Oh,” Ginny said, trying not to look startled. She hadn’t realized she had wandered into the kitchen already. “Nothing Mum, just wondering what they’ve been up to this morning.”
“I don’t rightly know,” an exasperated Molly answered, looking up to the ceiling above her. “Whatever it is it can’t be good. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t nagged them into moving home for the time being.”
Ginny listened to the quasi-muffled sounds of her brothers filtering down the stairwell.
“That’s it, that’s it…”
“Fred! George!” Molly yelled up to her troublesome twins. “If anything, I mean ANYTHING happens to ruin this day, I’m holding the both of you responsible.”
The noise stopped abruptly, followed by dead silence. Somehow, this was more worrisome to Molly than the noise.
“BOYS!” she called with a warning tone.
“Yes, Mum,” a breathless Fred answered.
“Any trouble… our fault,” an equally winded George added.
“Well, at least they’ve not gone and blown themselves up,” Molly muttered to herself. She flicked her wand and the rolling pin flew into the sink. “Though if they were in St. Mungo’s for a day or two they couldn’t cause problems here…” Molly shook her head as if to shake the idea away. “Ginny, would you please try to keep an eye on them? Steer them away from any ideas that might cause trouble?”
“Sure Mum,” Ginny agreed in a monotone voice.
“Ginny dear,” Molly turned to her daughter, “would you please wash and slice these cucumbers? I thought we’d make some sandwiches for tea with the Delacours today. ”
“Sure Mum,” Ginny repeated. Anything was better than bumping into Bill and Fleur groping in the garden again.
“Honestly, Ginny,” Molly continued, still suspicious of Fred and George, “I have no idea what those two could have been doing up there, making all that ruckus.”
Ginny shrugged and made a noncommittal sound while stealing a glance up at the ceiling. She had a pretty good idea of exactly what her brothers had been doing and was doing her best not to imagine herself up there with them. That’s it. I just need a good wank myself. Ginny knew better than to believe the lie. She’d been polishing her pearl nearly every day. What she needed was a good hard fuck.
Upstairs, Fred and George hadn’t exactly blown themselves up. Rather, they’d blown their loads, just as Ginny suspected. Currently they were flopped on their beds, surveying two thick, pearly white wads on the ceiling. It was agreed that the test run of a performance-enhancing potion meant to be Bill’s wedding gift was an unqualified success.
“I think we’ve got the formula right,” George murmured.
“Definitely,” his twin agreed.
“Didn’t expect it to shoot that far.”
Fred turned to George, “So, who’d you do this time?”
“Who’d you do?” George shot back, not really wanting to tell even Fred.
“No one special,” Fred lied.
“You’re a lying git, and you know it.”
“Fine, we’ll reveal together.”
“And if one of us lies or backs out…”
“… he has to show up at the wedding in Ron’s old dress robes.”
“…and Uncle Bertran’s favorite red pumps.”
They nodded agreement to each other and counted off on their fingers, 3, 2, 1… “Ginny.”
“You said she was off limits!” each accused the other.
“Have you seen the way she’s been looking at us though?” asked Fred.
“Yes, how can we resist? Still, she’s Harry’s. We don’t even know if they’ve played hide the pickle yet,” George replied.
“Well she’s certainly learned to make her flower bloom on her own, now hasn’t she?” Fred waggled his eyebrows. (Molly never had managed to find all of their extendable ears.)
“She’s world class, I’d say,” sighed George.
“I say we amend the no Ginny rule. We can think about her, just not actually touch her?” Fred recommended. “Crikey! Lookit!” he exclaimed, not waiting for an answer as he looked down. “I think he’s still good to go.”
George glanced at his own steadfast soldier. “We’re better than I thought.” After a moment, his eyes opened wide as a house elf’s and he sat up, holding his hand beside the glistening member. “I –I think it’s bigger.”
“Really?” Fred exclaimed. “Stand up, let’s see.”
Fred got up himself and stood face to face with George. They moved toward each other until their cocks touched. Each grabbed the other in an effort to be certain they were in proper alignment. After several minutes’ observation, which included more fondling and stroking than was strictly necessary, Fred was satisfied and released George.
“I can’t be sure, but if yours has grown, mine has too because they’re still exactly the same length.”
“And girth,” George grinned.
“I’d really like to…”
“…wank again, but…”
“…we’ve got to test Fleur’s version before the wedding,” they said together.
The twins dressed, affectionately adjusting their cocks to mask the lingering hardness. Discussing whom they should ask, both lamented the fact that Angelina and Katie weren’t around. Tonks would be great, but she was on assignment and not expected to show up until an hour or two before the ceremony. Hermione wouldn’t possibly agree and would likely report the invention to Molly. And since Luna could orgasm with every shift in the wind anyway, it’d be hard to tell if the potion worked or not. Great Aunt Beatrice was too mannish…. … Great Aunt Gertrude too prudish…. They didn’t know any of Fleur’s family well enough…. The twins determined they had two choices, Molly or Ginny.
They headed down to the kitchen still weighing the options. Molly, of course, would need to be tested in secret, which might prove problematic. In spite of Ginny’s magnificent masturbatory abilities, they weren’t certain if she was…experienced enough in actual intercourse to be of help.
“Maybe we should try it on Percy,” Fred said hopefully as they bounded down the last few stairs.
“Oy! I keep forgetting.”
“It’s about time you two got down here,” a frazzled Molly chided her sons without looking away from the treacle tart she was now working on.
Amid mumbles of “Sorry, Mum” and foraging for a spot of food, George elbowed Fred and gave a significant look Ginny’s direction. Fred turned, a grin forming on his freckled face as he watched his sister washing cucumbers. Stroking would be a more accurate description of her actions as her long slender fingers wrapped around the thick hard vegetable, moving up and down its length in a slow steady motion. Her eyes were fixed on something in the garden beyond the kitchen window. George craned his neck and saw Charlie outside de-gnoming. George watched Ginny’s eyes follow his muscular arms as he spun the potato-headed creatures around and around before letting them fly over the fence. Charlie stopped to take a long cool drink and Ginny unconsciously licked her lips as a little lemonade trickled down the side of his mouth.
“Damn, it’s a good day to be a cucumber,” Fred whispered.
George nodded and without discussing the matter further they knew Ginny was the one. Together, they sidled up beside her and George whispered in her ear, “Missing Harry, are you, Sis?”
“Oh!” Ginny startled, her cheeks flushing pink. “What? Um, erm…”
Fred grabbed her hand. “I think this cu-CUM-ber is quite clean enough, don’t you?” he said, taking it from her.
“Shhh!” Ginny whispered desperately, “Mum will hear you.”
“Hear what?” George teased, “Her vegetables howling in orgasmic pleasure?”
“Or maybe hear her sweet Ginevra up in her room, moaning and squealing for hours every night?”
“I swear, I’ll hex you if you don’t stop it,” Ginny threatened.
“Now, dear sister,” Fred said diplomatically, “we’ve come on a peaceful mission. No batbogeys need be conjured if we can all be reasonable. “
Ginny’s eyes narrowed. “What are you playing at?”
All three looked at Molly, whose eyes were shut tight. Her finger was moving through the air as if she were checking off a list.
“Come on,” George whispered, “we’ll explain it in our room.”
Ginny nodded and they crept from the kitchen unnoticed.
“So, how long have you and Harry been making the monster with two backs?” asked Fred when they were safe inside the twins’ room.
Ginny cast a privacy spell before answering. “That’s really none of your business is it? And what are you doing listening in MY room at night?”
“Of course it isn’t,” George replied, elbowing his brother and ignoring Ginny’s second question. “We’re really just looking for someone to try our wedding gift for Fleur. He held up a beautiful crystal phial and unstoppered it, letting the scent waft under Ginny’s nose. It’s a sexual enhancement potion,” he murmured, moving toward the door and putting his hand on the knob. “If you’re not interested, you can…”
Ginny shook her head slightly; even the scent of the potion left her feeling pleasantly flushed. “What exactly do you mean by sexual enhancement?” she asked.
“Well, for us,” George nodded to Fred, attempting to sound scientific, “it increased our control to prolong or shorten the arousal stage at will.”
“And it made our spunk, I mean our ejaculate, evacuate the member with increased velocity,” Fred chimed in.
“Would you stop trying to sound like Hermione?” Ginny rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t suit you.”
"Fine then, we could come as quick or slow as we wanted and our spunk literally hit the ceiling when we wanked off,” the boys said together. They pointed up to the wet gooey spots still visible with proud grins.
Ginny let her blue eyes wander up and down Fred and George’s lean bodies before they turned to the ceiling and surveyed the spunk. “There’s so much,” she whispered involuntarily before coughing and bringing her eyes back to theirs. “You’d better scourgify that before Mum sees,” she advised and plopped down on George’s bed, her gauzy white skirt resting around her thighs. Somehow the top buttons of her pale blue blouse fell open, revealing the small curves of her creamy breasts.
George plopped down beside her, trying to keep his eyes focused on her face rather than the double scoops of temptation. “So waddaya think?” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Wanna be our Ginnypig?”
“Let’s see,” Ginny pretended to be thinking. “My boyfriend (who thinks he’s broken up with me) is who-knows-where, searching for You-Know-Who, so the sensible thing would be to drink a potion to make me horny.”
“Judging by what you were doing to that cucumber, I’d say hornier is more like it,” Fred smiled and squeezed Ginny’s knee.
She let out a little giggle and murmured, “That’s true enough.”
Closing her eyes, Ginny let her hands skim against the curve of her breasts and down her waist as she spoke. “I just miss being touched and kissed and rubbed…mmmm.” As Ginny dissolved into the moan, she stole a look at the twins through her eyelashes. Just as she’d hoped, they were showing rather obvious signs of arousal too. She sat up between the two boys and purred, “I might be persuaded to be your, Ginnypig, was it?” Her hands snaked their way around her brothers’ thighs, fingers teasing along the inseams of the denim.
The twins retreated to the corner of the room, whispering desperately about their earlier agreement while glancing back at Ginny frequently. Ginny refused to look away, staring intently at them while her hands roamed up under her blouse, fingers teasing her own nipples to hardness. She heard whispers of vibrators and dildos, but quashed them with a hard look and slight shake of her head. Those, she could conjure herself. She shifted her legs to reveal an enticing lack of undergarments. The next few whispers were more to her satisfaction. Though she couldn’t hear every word, she caught phrases such as “It’d be doing her a favor really” and “If you can’t be with the one you love, love the ones you’re with.” After a few more glances between Ginny offering herself and their own needy cocks, the twins returned to the exact positions as before.
Ginny obliged and returned her hands to their jeans, “Have you finished your little tête-à-tête?” she asked. “I could always just slip off to my room for a little quality alone time if you two aren’t up to persuading me.”
She knew it was a slight risk, giving the twins an out. Ginny was fairly certain the odds were in her favor though. She continued to tease them through the denim.
“Yes,” George whimpered as her fingers grazed the tip of his semi-hardened cock. “What—“
“-- could we do to persuade you?” Fred finished in a tight voice. Ginny had been running her pinky ever so lightly along his entire length.
She sat up straight, withdrawing her hands and said in a very businesslike manner, “Satisfy me.”
“Satisfy you?” they repeated in unison.
“Uh huh,” she nodded. “Satisfy me in ways I’ve never been satisfied before.”
“What? “ Fred exclaimed, suppressing a laugh. “Can’t Harry control his Beater’s bat?”
Ginny’s eyes flashed dangerously.
George snorted, “Maybe he has troubles navigating her golden snatch.”
“Or perhaps he’s got a flobberworm infestation,” chortled Fred.
“Enough!” snarled Ginny, her wand drawn in an instant. “Don’t make fun of him. There’s nothing wrong with Harry!”
“Sorry, Gin,” they said.
“We didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Just having a bit of fun, that’s all.”
Ginny let out a miserable sigh and lowered her wand. “I know. This is just all so, so FRUSTRATING!” She aimed her wand at the stains on ceiling and blasted them away.
George pulled Ginny to sit on his bed, making sure he slipped her wand from her fingers. A pleasant, fresh scent wafted from the crisp linen sheets. Fred crawled behind her and began to massage Ginny’s shoulders. In as serious a voice as he could muster, Fred started, “So, if there’s nothing wrong with Harry, what’s the problem, Gin?”
Ginny drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, then took a deep breath and buried her face in her forearms before saying, “Iwtithd.”
In an uncharacteristically tender gesture, George reached down and lifted Ginny’s chin with his finger. “S’okay Gin,” he said.
“We won’t laugh,” Fred coaxed.
Ginny felt her cheeks go red. Why was it so hard? Shouldn’t a girl be able to tell her boyfriend or her brothers, what she wanted, what she needed? She looked from one to the other and burst into a fit of giggles.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped when she’d regained control, “I don’t know why it’s so difficult to say this. I… just, I… I want it… hard. Harry’s great, but it’s like he’s afraid he’ll break me or something.” She closed her eyes and let out a guttural sound, “I want to be fucked hard and fast. I want to hear balls slapping against me. I want to feel a rod pounding deep in me until I scream like a Banshee. I want to feel a cock ramming down the back of my throat and… and…”
Ginny paused and opened her eyes suddenly aware of what she was saying. The twins were staring at her, mouths open.
Fred recovered first. “You NEED this,” he said, picking up the sample phial and handing it to her.
“Actually, she probably doesn’t,” George noted.
“True,” Ginny nodded with a devilish twinkle in her eyes. “But I want it,” she purred. It was difficult to tell whether she meant the potion or the sex.
Ginny took the phial and held it to her lips. “If I do this, you promise to satisfy me?” After a short pause she added, “Or at least try?”
“Whaddya mean ‘try’?” Fred tilted the phial and watched its contents flow past Ginny’s pink lips.
Ginny closed her eyes and savored the golden liquid. “It tastes like, like honey and musk.”
“Tell us what you’re feeling.”
“Tell us what to do to you.”
Ginny lay there for a moment. “I feel it in my lips,” she said in a throaty voice. “They’re warm and full.” She opened her eyes, grabbed Fred and pulled his lips to hers.
“Satisfy my mouth,” she whispered.
He started by feathering her lips with small, tender kisses that built anticipation for what was to come. When he’d finished, he pulled back a little before lowering his mouth to hers again. His tongue prodded her willing lips and they parted, allowing him entrance. There was something about this kiss that was different, more urgent than any she’d ever had. She was almost frantic to satisfy the need of her mouth, opening it wide and allowing Fred’s tongue to explore it completely. She pressed her mouth against his to the point of delicious pain before thrusting her own tongue forward to taste him completely. Just as Ginny thought she might orgasm from kissing alone, she felt the potion work its way through her breasts.
Pulling away from Fred’s mouth, she ripped off her blouse, buttons pinging off the walls and rolling to a halt on the floor as she freed her pert breasts for George. Without being told, he took the small, firm handfuls and kneaded the warm skin, making his way slowly to the center. His fingers slowly circled the sensitive areolas, ever closer to the hardened nipples without actually touching them.
“Please,” Ginny begged as she squirmed. “Please, George, use your mouth.” She pulled George’s head to her chest and arched her back to his mouth. George seemed to be determined to make the process tortuously slow as he started at the base of her creamy flesh, licking trails to the edge of her areola before retreating to the base and licking a new trail up again. “Exquisite” was the only word to describe what Ginny was feeling. She did her best to lay still and allow him to pleasure her breasts. When his tongue began to run in wet circles around her left breast, his finger mimicking the motion on the right, she quivered and let out an anticipatory moan. Every sensation sent tingles of delight down between Ginny’s legs and she could feel her wetness escaping onto her skirt. Still, she wasn’t willing to give in to her desires there until her breasts had been fully satisfied.
George reached the base of Ginny’s nipple and rolled his tongue over it in a slow, lazy motion. Ginny arched her breast into his mouth and pressed his head against her as he continued to work the excited flesh, swiping ever-quickening circles around it. He made some type of unintelligible grunt and Fred re-appeared, attaching his mouth to her unattended side.
“Oooh, you guys are amazing,” she moaned, running her fingers through their hair. “How can you do that?”
“Lot’s of practice,” they answered together without fully raising their heads.
“That” was an uncanny ability the twins had developed to apply the exact same tongue motions to both breasts simultaneously. They’d found it doubled the pleasure of the girls they shared, which in turn, would usually double their own pleasure later.
Ginny slipped her hands out of her brothers’ hair and was beginning to head down her happy trail when each twin gripped one hand and pinned it against the bed above her head for a moment. Fred grabbed his wand and pointed it at Ginny’s wrists. Soft, white silk fabric flowed from the wand, wrapping itself around her wrists and tying them loosely above her head.
“No, no, Ginnypig…”
“…you have to be a good girl and wait.”
“Mmmm…” Ginny moaned as they continued to twirl and suck her into their mouths. “I don’t want to wait, let me touch it just a little, please?”
“Think she’s ready?” said Fred.
George slipped his hand down between Ginny’s legs and felt the wetness seeping from between her lips. Pulling her skirt off, he nodded silently.
“Gin, you’re about to be treated to Gred and Forge’s patent pending nipplegasm.”
“Nipplewhat…. Oooh, oh my god, oh my god, oh don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop….” Ginny couldn’t believe what she was feeling. Without touching anywhere near her hardened clit, they were bringing her to orgasm by—she was too excited to be certain exactly what their talented tongues were doing, but they seemed to be fluttering back and forth with incredible speed over her nipples. Occasionally the fluttering stopped for a well-placed suck until Ginny was bucking her hips with pleasure.
“Suck them, suck 'em hard,” she panted as she thrust. She started to squeeze her legs together, certain just the pressure of her thighs against her clit would send her over the edge.
Again the twins thwarted her plan. Fred slipped his hand down and pulled her thigh away so she couldn’t close her legs properly. She tried desperately to grind down onto the sheets below her, but succeeded only in leaving a dampish spot. Just as she was about to cry out in frustration Fred moved his head George leaned over Ginny, pressing her breasts together, taking both overexcited nipples into his mouth at once. She let out an unintelligible moan and arched into his mouth. It was so close, if only she could touch herself, if only one of them would touch her. Then she felt Fred. He’d moved down between her legs and was breathing, ever so lightly, on her. Ginny writhed, hoping to push herself into his mouth. He withdrew with expert precision, but increased the intensity of his blowing until it felt like a warm finger rubbing against her. The moment Fred’s breath reached its peak, George released his suction and gently rolled Ginny’s nipples between his fingers. All of the anticipation they’d built up poured out in glorious waves as she climaxed and fell back onto the bed, the silk fabric that had bound her wrists vanished into thin air. She inhaled deeply and enjoyed the lingering ripples of excitement for a long moment before speaking.
“No wonder you two had so many dates at Hogwarts,” she purred.
“Yes, well it was rather necessary to develop our skills, was it not?” Fred asked of George.
“Quite right,” George agreed.
“How so?” Ginny asked.
“What with us having no money to take girls any place expensive--” said George.
“And the reputations of Bill and Charlie to live up to--” Fred continued.
“It just seemed logical,” they finished together with grins spreading across their freckled faces.
Ginny let out a little giggle and sat up, propped on her elbows. As her eyes traveled up and down the twin’s lean bodies, the corners of her mouth turned slightly downward.
“What’s wrong, Ginnypig?” asked George.
“You two have got on far too much clothing,” Ginny pouted. “How can you possibly continue to satisfy me if your bits and pieces are hidden behind those jeans?”
“I think she may be right,” said Fred as he stood, unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them off.
“She did say, and I quote, ‘I want to be fucked hard and fast’ did she not?” George agreed as he removed his own faded jeans. “Rather difficult to do that if the snakes are in the trousers, isn’t it?”
Ginny nodded and beckoned them to rejoin her on the bed. The twins plopped down, one on either side of Ginny. She reached out, allowing her hands to travel down their torsos at a leisurely pace until she reached their groins. She teased her fingers through the mounds of red curly hair, circling near, but not quite touching the semi-hardened cocks for a time.
“What do the two of you have planned for me?” she asked as she wrapped her fingers around the shafts at last, feeling them harden further in her grasp.
“She talking to us or them?” George asked in a loud whisper, jerking his head down to indicate their cocks.
“Not quite sure,” Fred whispered back.
Ginny slid her hands up and down their lengths. “How about a little less talk and a little more action?” she suggested.
“Shall we start with a hot pucker sandwich then?” asked Fred.
“Yes, let’s do,” George agreed.
“What’s that?” Ginny asked.
“You’ll see. Now just roll on your side and face George,” Fred instructed.
Ginny did as she was told, pressing her lips to George’s as she did so. They continued to kiss and Ginny felt him press his body closer to hers while Fred did the same from behind.
George rubbed his shaft against Ginny, teasing her opening without actually penetrating while clear, slippery pre-cum oozed from his tip and coated his length.
Ginny felt Fred rubbing from behind, up and down the cleft of her arse. Every so often his tip would put light pressure on the tight, pink hole. It was a new sensation, different and surprisingly pleasurable to Ginny.
About the time Ginny began to wonder if her brothers were just going to rub themselves off on her, George slipped himself into her entrance and whispered, “Ready?”
Ginny replied with a thrust of her hips so that he slid inside her easily. She felt Fred pull back slightly, allowing George to work them into a steady rhythm before he resumed sliding himself along her backside in the same pattern.
The effect was amazing. Just as George would reach his deepest, Fred would put that perfect pressure against her sphincter. As their pace quickened, the meaning of “hot pucker sandwich” became evident. Ginny even found herself wondering how it would feel if Fred were to slide himself inside her, though he gave no indication he intended to try.
George gave a series of short, hard thrusts causing Ginny to gasp and let out a moan of pleasure.
“Feeling satisfied yet, Ginny?” Fred whispered into her ear.
She pulled her lips from George and twisted her head around to kiss Fred. “I must say I feel wonderful, but I distinctly remember saying I wanted to hear balls slap against me,” she said in a throaty voice.
“She also wanted to scream like a Banshee,” George grunted, pulling himself out of her.
Fred nodded resolutely, as if he were taking on a very important mission. “Ball slapping Banshee scream coming right up,” he said as he grabbed his wand and waved it.
A wedged shaped cushion appeared from thin air. He positioned it on the edge of the bed then pulled Ginny to her feet and had her bend over, resting against it. The thick side of the wedge was on the edge of the bed, helping to keep Ginny’s pelvis high and tilted for easy access. He then stepped behind her and pushed his cock inside her still-wet pussy.
“Imperturbable charm still working?” he asked George who checked and nodded.
“Alright then,” Fred placed his hands on Ginny’s slim hips and prepared to thrust inside her slow and steady when George spoke up. He sounded a bit like a ride attendant at a Muggle amusement park. “Before starting Mr. Weasley’s Wild Ride, please remember it is not recommended for the faint of heart or weak of back. Should the participant wish to end the ride at any time she must use the magic word that will appear in front of her in approximately ten seconds. Please note, once the word is uttered, the ride will end immediately and unfortunately, cannot be resumed for several hours. Restraints are optional. If participant wishes to be restrained, simply speak the words “bind me” and it shall be done. Should the participant tire of the restraints, use the words “unbind me” to be freed immediately. Gred and Forge cannot be held accountable for any damage done to participant’s throat that may occur from screaming in ecstasy. We will be happy to provide a very effective soothing agent if desired.
“Now watch for the safe word, but absolutely do not utter it aloud unless you wish to terminate the ride forthwith.”
In spite of her anticipation and excitement, Ginny gave a giggle at George’s announcements and waited curiously for the safe word, though she was confident it would not be needed.
George gave a flick of his wand and short, stubby letters a horrid shade of pink spelled out the words. Ginny understood immediately how such words could end the ride so suddenly and completely: Dolores Umbridge.
Ginny stifled a snort and nodded to George who vanished the words with a shudder. Fred, whose eyes had closed just before the safe word was conjured, opened them again.
“Is the lady ready?”
“Yes she is,” Ginny answered, grinding back into him with each word.
“Let the fucking begin!” declared George.
Fred wasted no time and began working a back and forth rhythm that started slow and steady, but soon picked up speed and force. Before long Ginny could hear the delightful sound of Fred’s balls slapping against her with each thrust.
“Mmmm,” she moaned with pleasure. “That’s the sound I’ve longed to hear. Now make me scream.”
Fred tightened his grip on Ginny’s hips and pounded himself into her. She arched her back and thrust back to meet him at the same time.
“YES!” she cried out as explosions of pleasure touched off inside her.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she continued as they thrust into each other with a force that ought to have been painful. A fleeting memory of Hermione telling Ginny the G-spot was no more real than Luna’s Crumple Horned Snorkaks flashed through Ginny’s mind and she made a mental note to have Fred and George show Hermione just how mistaken she was.
“Harder! Harder!” Ginny growled through gritted teeth. Fred obliged, pounding inside her both harder and faster. Ginny closed her eyes and let out a wild guttural scream.
At nearly the same time, George waved his free hand (for the other was busy wanking to the same rhythm as Fred and Ginny) to get Fred’s attention and pointed to the door. He mouthed the words, “Hurry, Mum’s looking for us!”
Fred nodded as he kept thrusting faster and faster until he let out his own shuddering grunts as he came.
They stayed there, Ginny resting against the wedge with Fred collapsing onto her back, motionless but for little involuntary shudders that shot through their sweaty bodies.
“George,” she whispered hoarsely. “I think I’d like that “soothing agent” for my throat now.”
George cast a passing glance at the door. He was certain Molly had knocked a few moments earlier, but she appeared to be gone now. No matter, the Imperturbable Charm was still working.
Fred slid out of Ginny and flopped onto the bed without a word. He grabbed a fistful of sheet and began lazily wiping himself. Meanwhile, George vanished the wedge and rolled Ginny onto her back.
“Just open your mouth and be ready to swallow,” he told her as he held his swollen, red cock over her and began to tug.
“Soothing agent,” Ginny repeated with a little laugh. “I should have known.” Still she opened her mouth expectantly and soon felt George’s warm, thick cum coat the back of her throat. She waited until he was finished and was just about to swallow when there was a loud crash.
Charlie Weasley blasted through the door, a worried Molly close behind. Charlie took in the scene in an instant and did his best to block Molly’s view.
Ginny, in her surprise, sputtered the contents of her mouth all over the sheets.
“Are they okay, Charlie? They haven’t blown themselves up have--” Molly stopped short as she poked her head under Charlie’s out stretched arm to see for herself.
“OH MOTHER OF MERLIN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” Molly bellowed. “HONESTLY! I DO THE BEST I CAN. I TRY TO KEEP A DECENT HOME. I TRY TO RAISE YOU RIGHT AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET.”
Fred, George, and Ginny sat frozen on the spot. They knew it was best not to let Molly get on a roll, but they’d broken one of her Cardinal Rules. There was no defense.
“HOW COULD YOU MAKE A MESS LIKE THIS ALL OVER THE SHEETS WHEN YOU KNOW I JUST WASHED THEM YESTERDAY!”