Entry tags:

bill, charlie, ginny, rated: nc-17, weasleycest

The Cure For Curiosity, for letmypidgeonsgo
Title: The Cure For Curiosity
Author: *unknown*
Recipient: letmypidgeonsgo
Pairing: Ginny/Bill/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Assuming I don't have to warn for incest here, the only other warning I can think of is that Ginny is quite young, but it's not explicitly stated or anything.
Summary: Ginny finds out a secret about her brothers, but it's not enough for her to just know what they get up to...she wants to see.
Words: 6,158
A/N: For letmypidgeonsgo. :)
DH Spoilers: None.

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"Bill—Bill—" Charlie Weasley choked out, leaning back against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall and tapping fretfully at his brother's shoulder.

Bill let go of Charlie's cock and looked up at him, a wicked grin across his face. "What's the matter?"

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this. I keep hearing creaking of the floorboards in the hall, and—" Charlie spluttered, ducking his head away from the water that was currently sprinkling over his face.

"You're the one who said you wanted to do it in the shower," Bill said innocently, circling his hand around his brother's cock again and tugging it once, twice.

"Yes, but—oh, God, Bill—you're the one who said this shower," Charlie retorted, hands grappling at the slippery tiles behind him. "Which is barely even a shower at all, let's face it," he added, and bravely let go of the wall for a second to wave his hand in the direction of the water pathetically trickling from the showerhead above them.

Bill said nothing, just wrapped his lips around the head of Charlie's cock and tried very hard not to grin as he did so.

"And everyone's—everyone's here, Bill, oh fuck," Charlie gasped, clutching at his brother's hair, all dark-red with the water and straggly over his freckled shoulders. "You could've at least picked the other bathroom, the one on our floor, with the—"

Bill let go of Charlie's cock again. "Shh," he said simply, then dipped his head and continued sucking.

Charlie yanked at a few strands of Bill's hair half-heartedly, and gave up. He arched his back, pressing his shoulders against the tiles, and tried very hard not to moan too loudly. He shut one eye and risked a glance down between his legs. Bill was teasing the slit of Charlie's cock with his tongue and he obviously realised he was being watched because he looked up, his eyes glittering and mischievous.

"Fu-u-u-ck," Charlie hissed to himself. He was already feeling less tense, losing his apprehension, and he relaxed a little against the wall despite trying to keep his knees from buckling.

Which was when they heard the knock.

They both froze immediately, and then Bill realised he had stopped what he was doing with Charlie's cock still in his mouth, so he released it with a tiny pop that they both silently thanked the sound of the shower for covering.

"Who's in there?" a voice called through the door.

"Ginny," Bill and Charlie muttered to each other at the same time. They stared wide-eyed at each other for a few seconds, unsure of which course of action to take.

"Hello?" the voice shouted again. "Whoever it is, can you hurry up? I really want to take a shower."

Bill and Charlie waited silently for a little longer.

"This is stupid," Bill hissed. "She knows somebody's in here, the water's running!"

"Well then, say it's you!" Charlie whispered back.

"Why me?"

"You're the one who wants to say something!"

"Is somebody even in there?" Ginny yelled again, pounding on the door. "I can hear water."

"It's me!" Bill and Charlie called at the exact same time, looking towards the door and then back at each other with panicked expressions on their faces.

"What did you say that for?" Bill scowled. "I was—"

"Shut up! Maybe she'll think that was just one voice," Charlie whispered.

A few more seconds passed in which the sound of the dribbling water of the shower was the only noise that could be heard.

"Um," Ginny's voice came again, hesitant this time. "And who—who is ‘me' exactly?"

"Bill!" Bill shouted, at the same time that Charlie shouted "Charlie!"

"Good one," snarled Charlie, hitting Bill on the head.

Bill didn't react, just crouched nervously on the floor of the shower, waiting for Ginny's response.

"What?" Ginny asked. Her voice had gotten a lot quieter now, and Bill and Charlie had to strain to hear her. "But—what? Can you let me in, please?"

Bill stood up, looking at Charlie uncertainly. "Should we-?"

"I don't know," Charlie replied. "Your call. But I'm really hoping you've got a whole scroll of excuses up your sleeve, because this one's going to be pretty hard to explain."

"I don't have sleeves," Bill retorted, indicating his nakedness, and Charlie had to stifle a laugh against his fist.

Just then, they heard the floorboards creak again.

"Has she gone?" Charlie whispered hopefully.

"No, I'm just—no, I'm next. It's—um, it's Bill," they could hear Ginny saying quietly outside the door. "Yeah. Try upstairs."

Further tense seconds passed, and then the knocking returned.

"Can you let me in? That was Ron, but he's gone now."

Bill shrugged and stepped out of the shower to grab a towel. Charlie followed, sighing.

"What are we supposed to say?"

"You had some kind of horrible wound in an inconvenient place, and you needed me to wash it for you?" Bill suggested.

"I really hope you're joking," Charlie said as he positioned his towel around his hips. "Because that's the worst excuse I've ever heard."

Bill elbowed him in the ribs. "You come up with a better idea then!"

"Bill? Charlie?" Ginny's voice came again from outside the door.

Charlie looked at Bill nervously and then unlocked the door, pulling it open. Ginny stood framed in the doorway, blinking at them in confusion. Her hair was coming loose from two messy plaits, and she was wearing an old t-shirt of Bill's which was grey and faded and riding her thighs.

She looked at them. They looked back.

"You should probably come inside," Bill said, gesturing, and she did, looking slightly suspicious. Bill shut the door behind her and sighed. "I suppose you want an explanation."

Ginny frowned. Her eyes flicked between her two eldest brothers, taking in their worried expressions, their naked upper bodies and the towels wrapped around their waists. "I do," she said. And she thought she probably did—this was a very weird thing to have stumbled in on, and she wasn't entirely sure what was going on. She assumed it had to be something extremely secret if they both seemed so worried about it.

"Well, see, Gin, er, Charlie and I—" Bill began, and then took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling.

"I had this wound, see," Charlie interrupted. "And I couldn't really—"

"Charlie, shut up," Bill said, nudging him. "Ginny, Charlie and I are—well," he eyed Charlie, "Shit, how do we explain this?"

"We don't just see each other as brothers," Charlie helped out. His eyes were very wide and he was speaking more slowly than usual. Ginny raised her eyebrows at him.

"What?" she asked.

"We..." Charlie tried again. "Well, to you—to you, Bill is just your brother, right?"

Ginny nodded.

"But you have a crush on Harry Potter, right?"

Ginny nodded again, blushing this time.

"But to me, it's like Bill and Harry Potter are the same person," Charlie said, looking doubtful at his own explanation. "Er," he added weakly.

Bill shook his head. Ginny was looking extremely puzzled. "He means that even though I'm his brother, he has feelings for me like the ones you have for Harry. And I—well, I feel the same way."

Ginny's mouth fell open, and she shut it again quickly and bit her lip.

"Do you see—do you see what we mean?" Charlie asked her nervously.

"Yes," Ginny said quickly. "Yes. Okay. So when I was knocking, and you were both—in here—it was because of," she swallowed, "Of—that."

Her brothers nodded.

"Listen, Gin, you won't tell anyone, will you?" Bill said softly, dropping down to his knees and looking up at her. "I mean—you know how it is—and Mum and Dad would murder us and all."

Ginny shook her head slowly. "I won't tell," she said. "I just—wow. Yes, they would. Murder you, I mean."

"Once they were done throwing up," Charlie added helpfully, trying a tentative smile.

"Yes, after that," Ginny agreed, giving him a smile back. "Don't worry. I'll keep it quiet. It can be—"

"Our secret?" Bill finished, grinning at her. She nodded. "Thanks Gin. We really appreciate it."

He hesitated, then reached forwards to hug her tightly. "D'you want to have your shower now?"

"Oh!" cried Ginny. "Yes, yes, thank you."

"Okay, we'll just—"

"Yeah, erm, you can..."

Bill and Charlie gestured to the still-running shower and hurried out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

"D'you think she's really okay with it?" Charlie asked Bill, frowning. "That was a bit of a weird reaction."

"Is there a standard sort of reaction for finding out your brothers are shagging?" Bill teased.

"You know what I mean!" Charlie retorted, grabbing Bill's towel and whipping it off.

"Oi! Wanker!" Bill yelled, reaching for Charlie's.

"Keep your voice down!" Charlie whispered at him, stepping backwards up the stairs towards their room. "If you want this off, you're gonna have to come and get it."

* * *

Ginny sat in her room in the middle of her bed, her legs crossed. It was already midnight, but she couldn't even try to get to sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about Bill and Charlie. She hadn't been disturbed by her discovery, which confused her a little. If she found out that Ron and Percy, for example, were—well, lovers, she'd be disgusted. But for Bill and Charlie, it sort of made sense. They were best friends. They were perfect for each other, really, and who was she to come in the way of their happiness?

Still, she couldn't stop thinking about them. She thought back to breakfast that morning, how Bill winked at her when he came sauntering into the room, rubbing at his wet hair. She remembered how Charlie had come in a minute or two later, looking slightly flushed and avoiding her gaze. Throughout all three meals that day, the two of them had acted just the way they always had, but to Ginny, it seemed different. Their sly glances at each other, their little playfights, kicking each other under the table—all of it had a completely new meaning to her now.

They acted pretty much the way all of her brothers did, but there was something behind it, something she knew—something only the three of them knew. And she understood that, but...there was something missing. They seemed so brotherly. It was hard to imagine they had been doing something normal brothers didn't do when she had interrupted them in the shower that morning.

She twiddled her thumbs impatiently, sitting up in bed. It was just curiosity, really, that she was feeling, wanting to find out more. That's all it was. It didn't really mean anything. She just wanted to—well, to understand a little better. There wasn't anything wrong with that, was there?

She stood up suddenly, decisively, and left her room. She crept upstairs, carefully avoiding the parts of the stairs that creaked, darting from one side of the staircase to the other and hopping up a few steps at a time. Finally she reached the floor that Bill and Charlie's bedroom was on, and she stood outside the door, her heart pounding in her ears. She took a step forwards, then turned back. It was too weird, too wrong. She'd be invading their privacy. She might get into trouble. What if they caught her?

What if—what if they thought she needed punishing?

She squirmed. It wasn't just curiosity, and she knew that, deep down. Her knickers were getting wet just thinking about watching them, and she knew that wasn't normal, but she couldn't go back now. She glanced down the hall both ways, and then quick as a flash she was inside the linen cupboard attached to the boys' room. She settled down inside on a couple of towels, and ran her hand over the wall. She knew there had to be a hole there somewhere. The twins had completely destroyed the wall a year or so ago, when they'd decided to hide some kind of potion in there that ended up shooting sparks through the wall. Dad had managed to repair it mostly, but every now and then they'd find chunks of plaster on their towels and sheets.

Ginny prodded a particularly soft part of the wall, and it pushed inwards. She dug her nails in and managed to pry a small section of the wall out, just big enough for her to see through. A tiny ray of light spread through into the linen cupboard, and her heart pounded as she leaned forward to press her face to the wall. She peered through the hole. It was actually fairly dark in the bedroom, apart from one bedside lamp turned on. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and when they did she could just about see two bodies on the bed nearest to her, which was Bill's.

"Bill, would you—Lumos! I'm sorry, I couldn't see a fucking thing," Ginny heard Charlie's voice say. The room was suddenly illuminated, and the light at the tip of Charlie's wand glowed.

Ginny felt her heart thudding in her chest as she saw that her eldest brother was naked. She couldn't help staring. Bill was utterly unashamed, lying on his back with the sheets tangled around his knees, his skin flushed and sweaty and his rigid cock sticking up straight in the air. She watched as Charlie climbed onto the bed and took Bill's cock in his hand and began to stroke it. The effect this had on Bill made Ginny's mouth dry and her knickers wet. He threw back his head, groaning softly, his chest rising and falling quickly. Ginny bit her lip. She couldn't just stay and watch, could she? She ought to go back to bed, ought to leave them to it—she couldn't invade their privacy like this.

But then Charlie was moving his hand faster, tugging hard on Bill's cock, his fist tight, and Bill was pulling Charlie towards him and kissing him, and it was the most amazing, arousing kiss Ginny had ever seen. Bill made that groaning sound again—low, needy—and Ginny felt a rush of heat surge through her body and settle between her legs. She shifted nervously on the towels. These were her brothers, the brothers who had teased and protected her in equal amounts, the brothers she had grown up with, played with and learned from. But she couldn't deny how she was feeling, how they were making her feel.

Without taking her eyes off the scene in the bedroom, she reached underneath her t-shirt and slid her hand inside her knickers. She had only done this a few times before, simply because there had only been a few times she'd felt the need to. And now, she really, really needed to. She was already wet, and she ran her finger along her hot, slick folds, finding her clit and pressing her thumb to it, biting back a moan. Bill was thrusting up into Charlie's fist now, his hips working, and he was reaching between Charlie's legs too, and Ginny strained desperately to see as Bill tugged Charlie's boxers down.

"Want to touch you," she heard Bill murmur, and Charlie was blushing, wriggling out of his boxers and revealing his erection, and Ginny stared, rubbing frantically at her clit and grinding slowly against the pile of towels she was sitting on. Charlie clambered onto the bed, straddling Bill's thighs, and their cocks bumped together, causing both boys to gasp. Ginny watched in amazement as Bill wrapped one of his big strong hands around both cocks and began to bring it quickly up and down. Charlie let out a loud gasp, starting to thrust slowly, sliding his cock against his brother's. Ginny strained to see better, shifting a little on the towel, and then suddenly she felt something brush her back and there was a loud thud.

She froze. Bill and Charlie did the same. She glanced round behind her very slowly, very carefully, and saw that she had somehow managed to knock a pile of towels off the shelf above her. She turned quickly back to the hole in the wall. Bill and Charlie were looking directly at her. Her heart leapt into her throat and she looked back at them in fear.

"Who's there?" Bill whispered then, and she wondered how well they could see her. "Gin—is that you?"

"Yes," she murmured, her voice coming out weak and shaky.

There was a brief silence. Charlie stood up and then pushed Bill over to one side of the bed so he could get in as well. They both pulled the sheets up to their waists.

"Ginny," Bill said, a little louder, and Ginny thought his voice sounded stern and strict, like she was going to be told off. "Ginny, come in here."

Shaking, Ginny got to her feet and opened the door of the linen closet. Every little noise seemed deafeningly loud in the quiet night and everything she'd just seen already seemed like a dream. She opened the door of Bill and Charlie's room and stepped inside.

"I'm so sorry," she blurted out. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—I just wanted to—I was curious, that's all. I'm sorry."

She looked at them with her eyes wide. What were they going to do? They were going to yell at her, she was sure of it, they were going to yell at her like they had when she'd walked in on them smoking Gillyweed in the attic a few years back, or when she damaged Charlie's broom when she borrowed it without asking.

"Gin, come here," Bill hissed at her, and she hurried forwards to the bed. Bill was sitting up now, the sheets rumpled around his hips, and she forced herself to look at her brother's face.

"I'm so sorry," she whimpered. How could she have been so stupid? She could've just stayed in bed, none of this would have happened if she hadn't been so nosy.

"Oh Gin, it's okay," Bill whispered, holding out his arms to beckon her towards him for a hug. Ginny just looked at him, trembling. "Ginny, it's all right, really, come here."

She took a step towards him and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"It's okay," he whispered. "Curiosity is perfectly natural."

Ginny tried not to think about the way her nipples were hard and Bill could probably feel them against his chest through the worn fabric of her t-shirt. She tried not to think about how smooth and warm Bill's back was, how safe she felt with her head resting over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, unable to stop herself. She still felt so guilty. She pulled away sharply, and Bill held her back, looking concerned.

"Gin, it's all right," he said softly, pulling her closer.

Their faces were mere inches apart, but he wasn't pulling her into a hug this time. Ginny stared at her brother's face, the anxiety and confusion she could see in his eyes. He seemed so close. She could feel his breath on her skin. They moved closer. Ginny could feel Bill's fingers trembling against her arm. Their lips touched. For a moment, neither moved, and then Bill's hand moved down over her back, holding her close, and Ginny let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding, her mouth falling open. She felt the wet heat of her brother's tongue against hers, and she shivered, pressing her body against his as she sank down fully onto the bed between his legs. She reached for somewhere on the bed to place her hand, and was surprised to feel something hard and hot under the sheets. Blushing furiously, she realised what it was when Bill shuddered against her.

"Bill," Charlie hissed urgently. Ginny's hand flew back. They turned to him. His eyes were wide and fearful and he looked utterly shocked. "Bill."

Bill took a deep breath. He reached for Charlie's hand, and, shakily, brought it down between Ginny's legs. She lifted herself up a little, parting her thighs nervously. She felt Charlie's hand against the crotch of her knickers, knowing he would feel her wetness, and she felt her face get hot. She looked up at Charlie, who was flushed and speechless.

"Let's get those off," Bill whispered, breaking the silence, and Ginny nearly jumped at his voice.

"W-what?" she asked, her voice quivering. She couldn't explain what she was feeling. She thought that watching Bill and Charlie together had made her more aroused than anything in the world, but she was wrong—this was so much better. Charlie was touching her, and Bill wanted her to take off her knickers, and she could hardly believe how it was all making her feel.

"Bill," Charlie said again, and Ginny could tell he was trying to make his voice steady. He looked uncertain, but had not moved his hand. "Bill—are you sure...?"

Ginny slid her legs over to the side of the bed and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers, pulling them down to her ankles. She was so wet. She crawled back to her brothers, aware of how short her t-shirt was and the way it was riding up further with every movement. She stilled, raised up on her knees between Bill and Charlie. Bill looked at her and gave her a slight smile, and she returned it. He reached out and touched her thigh, fingers gently crawling upwards and stroking the soft, damp red curls between her legs.

She looked at Charlie, who was biting his lip and looking fixedly between her legs. Bill's fingers brushed against her slick folds, and she shuddered, grabbing hold of his arm for support as her legs trembled.

"Hey Gingersnap," Bill said softly, grinning at her. "You okay?"

Ginny nodded sharply and took a deep breath.

"You were—you were watching us," Charlie said, then, causing them both to turn and look at him.

Ginny squirmed as Bill's fingers stilled against her, and she had to try very hard not to rub against them. She nodded. "I know. I'm sorry."

"No, I mean..." Charlie trailed off, then glanced back down to where Bill's fingers were. "I mean, you were watching us...and you're...you're, well, you're—"

"Wet," Bill supplied, his voice low and rough.

Charlie gulped. "Yes...because of us?"

Ginny felt her cheeks going pink again. "Well," she muttered. "Yes, I...I guess so."

"But we're your—"

"I know," Ginny interrupted, knowing what he was going to say. She looked down. "I can't help it," she mumbled.

"Don't you want to touch her, Charlie?" Bill murmured.

"Don't I want—" Charlie began, looking stunned. "Bill!"

Bill bit his lip and dragged his finger upwards. Ginny shuddered as she felt the rough pad of his fingertip against her clit, and she let out a low groan. She needed him to do it again, she needed friction, but he moved his finger back down and kept it still.

"Bill..." she whined in frustration.

"Look at her," Bill whispered to Charlie, his free hand sliding across the sheets to Charlie's crotch. There was an obvious tent in the sheets, but Charlie had almost no reaction when Bill's fingers brushed against it. "Look at her," he said again. "She wants you to."

"Bill," said both Ginny and Charlie at the same moment, and Bill chuckled softly.

"Suit yourself," he said, sliding his whole hand between his sister's legs and gently rubbing his palm against her clit.

"Oh God, yes, Bill," Ginny whimpered, pressing down against it. She was feeling quite dizzy and it was hard to comprehend quite what was going on. All she knew was that she needed Bill's hand there, needed to come. She had a vague worry in the back of her mind that Charlie was going to stop them, going to tell Mum and Dad, but then Bill's hand was moving faster and her mind went blank.

She shut her eyes, tossing back her head and rubbing furiously against Bill's hand. She was nearly there. She heard the soft swish of a sheet, and, startled, she opened her eyes. Charlie's hand was underneath the sheets and she could see it moving up and down quickly. He was watching her.

"Ginny, come on, Ginny," Bill chanted softly. It was like a command, and the words pushed her over the edge. She came with a gasp, clenching her thighs tightly around his hand. She flopped limply against him, feeling his erection digging into her skin. She shifted, cuddling closely up to her brother and giving him a tired smile.

"Was that good?" he whispered.

"Mm-hm," she sighed happily.

"Can I have my arm back?"

"What?" Ginny asked, then realised she was lying on top of Bill's arm, and she moved.

"I just thought Charlie could do with a hand," Bill grinned, and he pushed back the covers.

Charlie blushed, letting go of his cock as if trying to pretend he hadn't just been wanking. Ginny gazed at it. It was even more amazing seeing it close up, hard and glistening at the tip. She watched as Bill reached out, his long fingers spreading the pearl of fluid at the tip over Charlie's length. Charlie jerked his hips at Bill's touch, gripping the sheets. Ginny could tell Charlie was still nervous, and that there was a part of him he couldn't ignore saying this is wrong, this is wrong. She wanted to ask why it was okay for his brother to wank him off, but not okay for his sister to watch it happen, but she didn't dare.

"Oh—oh..." Charlie gasped as Bill curled his hand around his cock tightly, stroking it slowly. "Need to...need to touch you..."

"Be my guest," grinned Bill, and he wriggled around a bit to pull the sheet out from underneath him and Ginny, freeing his cock. She curled up around Bill, one leg tossed carelessly over his, her head resting against his chest, and she stared down between his legs. His cock was a little bit longer than Charlie's, but not as thick, and they were both equally heavy and stiff. She longed to reach out and touch it, but Charlie got there first, wrapping his spit-slick fingers around it and tugging.

"Fuck," Bill hissed, raising his hips, and Ginny watched as he fisted Charlie's cock faster, his hand almost a blur as it moved up and down. Charlie let out a little moan, moving closer to Bill, and Bill looked up, leaning in. Ginny watched them as they kissed desperately, passionately, as if she weren't even there. She thought back to when she was watching from the linen cupboard—she could still see the little hole in the wall to her right—and how she'd been frantically straining to see. And now they were right in front of her. She writhed on the bed, bringing her fingers down back to her cunt, needing to touch herself again.

"All right, Gin?" Bill asked her breathlessly, turning his head. He saw what she was doing and grinned. "Feeling left out?"

"I need..." Ginny whispered. "I need you, Bill."

He looked a little taken aback. "You—" he said, then let go of Charlie's cock, eliciting a sharp gasp of protest from his brother. Charlie drew back his hand, as well, but Ginny could see how much it pained him, and she felt sorry for them both.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just...Bill, I want you..." She lay back on the bed, tugging up her t-shirt and spreading her legs. "I want you...inside me."

She heard Charlie gulp, but Bill kept his cool.

"Are you—are you sure?" he asked.

She wasn't sure why it was Bill that she had asked. She loved them both equally, but there was something in the way Bill had been acting, something about the heat of his body up against hers that was driving her wild. And it was true—she wanted him inside her. No, she needed him inside her. She felt like she'd been needing it her whole life. She thought of all those times she'd sat on her big brother's lap, all those times he'd cuddled her when she was little and scared of the ghoul in the attic, and she brought Bill's face to hers, pressing a kiss against his lips.

"Please."

Bill sat up, moving so that he was on top of her, and she reached out to clasp Charlie's hand. Charlie twined his fingers through hers, looking at her nervously.

"We'll have to be quiet," he whispered, as though they hadn't already thought of it. "I mean—if we get caught..."

Bill shook his head, laughing. He reached for his wand and muttered about three spells in quick succession. "That should take care of that," he said with a grin.

He looked down at Ginny. She had her hand between her legs again, stroking herself, and he smiled. "Charlie, touch her," he said.

"What?" asked Charlie, shooting him a look.

"Why won't you touch her?"

"Bill..." said Charlie, looking troubled. "Bill, it's Ginny."

"Don't you want to?" Bill asked. He pulled at Ginny's t-shirt, pushing it up to reveal her breasts. Ginny felt herself blushing again as Bill's fingers circled her taut nipples. "Look at her."

Charlie did, and Ginny could hear his breathing getting quicker and heavier. She looked up at him. "Touch me, Charlie," she whispered.

He reached out with an unsteady hand, and she guided it to her chest. His rough, callused thumb brushed her nipple, and she gasped.

"She wants you to do it, Charlie, see," said Bill. "She wants you to touch her all over while I fuck her."

Ginny shuddered at his words, still slicking her finger in circles over her clit. Charlie was teasing her nipples with his fingers.

"And she wants to touch you, too," Bill went on, his voice low, almost snarling the words. "You want that, don't you? You want her little hands wanking you off."

Charlie groaned, his hand going straight to his cock.

"Bill..." Ginny pleaded. "Bill, please..."

Bill looked down, moving Ginny's hand aside as he rubbed the head of his cock over her cunt.

"Oh," Ginny gasped, lifting her hips. His cock found her opening, and she held onto Charlie's hand tighter.

"''s okay, Gin," Charlie murmured in her ear. "It's okay, relax."

Bill slowly pushed into her, sucking in a sharp breath as the tight heat enveloped his cock. Charlie's eyes darted back and forth, from the sight of Bill's cock sliding into Ginny, to Ginny's face, flushed and tense.

"That's it, Ginny, that's it," Charlie whispered, squeezing her hand. "There you go..."

Ginny let out a shaky breath as Bill was fully sheathed inside her, and she reached around to hold onto him, her fingers stroking at his back. It hadn't hurt as much as she'd expected, but it was weird to feel so full. She thought about how there was no one else she'd rather be with in this instant than her brothers—she was safe and protected with them, they would never hurt her.

"Stop touching yourself, Charlie," Bill ordered, trying to make his voice sound strong and commanding. "Let Ginny do that."

"I don't—I don't know how," said Ginny feebly, looking at her brothers anxiously. She knew how but she'd never done it before, what if she messed up? She tried to remember how Bill and Charlie had done it, but it wasn't fair, they'd been doing it to themselves for years, it wasn't the same.

"Wrap your hand round his cock," Bill murmured.

She did, feeling it slick and heavy in her fist, and Bill slowly pulled out of her and thrust back in, groaning softly as he did so. He lifted his left hand off the bed and curled it around Charlie's cock on top of Ginny's hand, smiling at her. Charlie breathed in sharply. Bill began to move his hand, moving Ginny's underneath it as well, teaching her. He thrust in and out of her at the same time, unable to keep still, pushing into her with almost the same rhythm as he was tugging on Charlie's cock.

Before long Ginny had gotten the hang of it, and Bill let go, watching as Ginny enthusiastically stroked Charlie. He was moaning quietly, still holding onto her hand. She twisted her hand back and forth, and he cried out.

"What is it?" she asked worriedly.

"Nothing," he said, smiling and shaking his head. "That was—it felt really good."

Ginny grinned and did it again. "Oh," she said. "I thought I did something wrong."

"Touch her," Bill hissed, pulling Charlie's hand towards Ginny's body and guiding it down to where his cock disappeared inside her. Charlie drew in a breath, fingers teasing Ginny's wet folds and the base of Bill's cock. He trailed his thumb to Ginny's clit, and she jerked her hips up.

"Yes!" she gasped, bucking up against his hand, meeting Bill's quickening thrusts. Charlie touched her clit, stroking it gently at first and then circling it quickly, listening to her moans. Ginny's fist was still working on his cock, tight and fast, her thumb sliding over the slit every now and then, making him gasp.

"Fuck, Ginny," Bill panted, moving in and out and in and out, hips touching hers, sandwiching Charlie's hand between them. He was so big above her, and she gazed up at him. His eyes were shut, his ponytail hanging damp and sweaty down over his shoulder, tickling her skin. Charlie was still rubbing at her clit, bringing her closer and closer, and she tightened her fist around his cock, urging him on.

Bill was cursing and groaning, fingers holding tightly onto her hip. "Fuck, fuck, I'm close," he hissed. Charlie's fingers darted back and forth, both hands now as Ginny released his other one from her grip. He slicked his fingers with Ginny's wetness, then brought them behind Bill, and Ginny craned her neck to see what he was doing. Suddenly Bill let out a loud cry, thrusting into Ginny even more enthusiastically, and Ginny groaned as he moved. She could see a little better now, and Charlie—Charlie had his finger inside Bill, inside his arse, and why was that making Bill go all shuddery and loud? She reached up, stroking a stray strand of hair behind her brother's ear, and he looked at her for a second before his eyes fluttered closed.

He came hard inside her, gasping and panting, and Ginny squirmed underneath him, trying to concentrate on all the sensations she was feeling. She tried to keep her hand working on Charlie's cock, pulling and stroking, but her wrist was getting tired and it was difficult to pay attention when he was touching her clit that way. Bill slid out of her, his fingers joining Charlie's between her legs.

"Oh, oh God," she muttered, feeling her orgasm coming, and she groaned, twisting her hand around Charlie's cock again like she did before. He came just seconds before she did, splashing hot onto her chest, and her body trembled, her vision going blurry as she followed him. She was vaguely aware of Bill licking her chest and stomach, and she couldn't work out if she minded or if it was really pretty hot, so she said nothing and just lay there, still trying to catch her breath.

Charlie threw himself down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Wow, Ginny," he sighed.

Bill fumbled for his wand, muttering more spells, and Ginny felt the wetness between her thighs and on her chest disappearing. Finally he lay down on her other side, and it was really too hot for them to all be so close, but nobody could be bothered moving. Bill's fingers slid between Charlie's and their linked hands rested on her belly. She smiled, kissing each of them on the cheek.

"I tell you what, Ginny," Charlie murmured, his voice almost slurred. "You've got permission to watch us whenever you like, if this is how it turns out."

Ginny laughed. "I'm going to hold you to that, you know."

"Please do."

"You had a bad dream," Bill said suddenly, causing his siblings to give him a look that clearly told him they thought he'd gone mad.

"What?"

"That's why you're sleeping up here, when Mum asks," Bill explained. "You had a bad dream."

"If this was a dream," Ginny giggled, "it most certainly was not a bad one. In fact, it was the best dream I've ever had."

"Yeah, well," snorted Bill. "You're not telling Mum that."