wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-03-15 17:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, ginny, ron |
Special delivery for freckles42, part 2
Title: Shattered, part 2
Author: altusargentum
Recipient's LJ name: freckles42
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ginny/Ron
Word Count: 13,005
Warnings: anal, angst, hurt/comfort, strong language, strong sexual content, rimming, semi-darkfic, Weasleycest
Summary: b Ron and Ginny feel isolated and ostracized after the war. The siblings discover they can trust only each and explore their forbidden love.
When they arrived at the anniversary party, Ron immediately began scanning the large ballroom for Harry and Hermione so he could find a place to sit and drink and avoid them as much as possible. The décor and the layout reminded him of the Yule Ball, only this time there was alcohol and bad memories. He found Harry and Hermione standing over by the bar. Not good. Not only could he not start numbing himself with booze, but he also couldn't tell where they were sitting, and thus pick a table across the room.
"Oh," Ginny said tugging on Ron's arm, "there are Luna, Neville, Susan and Ernie, let's go join them."
Ron shrugged and let Ginny guide him over to the table of former DA members. He didn’t want to remember the past, really, most days he drank to forget it... but it would be impossible to avoid reminiscing at this event. The tables were made for six, and at least joining this foursome meant they wouldn't have to endure dinner with Harry and Hermione.
"Ron, Ginny…it's great to see you!" Neville said rising from his seat and shaking Ron's hand.
"I was just about to go over to the bar, what are you drinking?" asked Ernie.
"Anything strong," Ron's replied.
"A butter beer would be lovely," Ginny said with a warm smile, trying to seem cheery to draw attention away from Ron's obvious displeasure with being here.
When Ernie returned, Ron and Ginny were listening to the other three talking about their careers, how successful they were, and apparently how Susan was just dying to have a baby.
The conversation went from tolerable to unbearable several times, but Ron soldiered through it as long as Ernie was willing to keep fetching liquor. He didn’t want to talk about his family, or the Ministry, or the horrible price he and his sister had paid. At least they didn’t stare at Ginny’s eye, he thought glumly as the four of them took turns explaining how their lives were so much better than he and his sister’s.
“Most of us have found something to do,” Luna piped up suddenly, “except... well, the ones who died, obviously.” Ginny looked at her fiercely, but she didn’t say anything. “Dying is just another thing we all do, really, but it happens to be the last thing you do.”
Ron could normally appreciate the strange things that Luna said, but tonight was not one of those times. He wanted to shout at her, to shout at all of them, because none of them understood what he and his family had gone through. He looked at Ginny, seeing the lines in her face and the reflections in her magical eye, the reflections of all the faces here at the table, distorted, like they were mocking him. Ron’s stomach lurched and he wished they hadn’t come.
Ginny scowled when Neville tried to laugh off Luna’s comment, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. She felt her brother stiffening up, and she knew he was angry. Luna’s comment didn’t help.
It made Ginny sorry, that she thought attending this event would be good for Ron. She could barely stand to listen to everyone's happy lives and she knew it must be torture for her brother. She glanced over at him. He was tense and had already finished several drinks. She put her hand on his knee, squeezing it a little, trying to be reassuring.
Ron shifted in his chair in response to her touch and then suddenly grabbed her hand and stood up. "Let's dance."
The others at the table were surprised by his abrupt exit, but Ron was known to be a bit edgy these days so they merely shrugged, exchanged a few glances and resumed their conversation.
Once Ron had Ginny in his arms, he felt better. He relaxed a bit, trying to shut out the screams and the pain that seeing these people brought back in his mind. Having his sister pressed against him was doing a good job of helping him forget and Ron was just starting to calm down from the soothing presence of her warm body when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Hello mate," Harry said beaming, "your sister looks beautiful tonight. Mind if I cut in?"
Ron was ready to spin around and land his fist square across Harry's jaw but he felt Ginny gripping him tightly, as if she knew what he was thinking. He exchanged a glance with Ginny, and then Harry, and wondered how this was going to end. There was no way he was giving his sister over to the wizard who’d broken her heart. He shook his head no.
Hermione looked nervous, and Ginny saw the fear in her eyes. She was afraid of Ron, and it made sense to Ginny now, the two of them not working out. Ron had told her about that look, but she’d never really seen it before now, and it was not the kind of thing you’d want to see in the eyes of the one you love.
"They just got here Harry,” Hermione said haltingly. “Let them finish a dance at least."
"'Erm, sure," Harry mumbled as Hermione pulled him away from Ron and Ginny.
They both could hear them talking as Hermione led Harry off. "What is wrong with him?" Harry asked, "I thought he'd have pulled himself together by now."
"I don't know Harry, he's having a hard time; they both are. I suppose it's hard to relate, losing half their siblings and then the business with their father…" her voice trailed off.
Ron sniffed disdainfully, because it was just like Hermione to reduce him and Ginny’s pain to some silly Muggle phrase like ‘having a hard time’... She’d done well for herself after the war, and it made him all the angrier that they had endured so much together only to grow apart.
Ginny kept her hands on Ron’s back, trying to hold him steady. She could feel the violence boiling within him, and she hoped her body could calm him down. Harry and Hermione’s easy manner and offhanded comments didn’t help, and Ginny was angry herself, just better at controlling it than Ron. She looked up at him as they danced closer to the edge of the room.
Ron moved Ginny across the dance floor and out onto a side patio, as far away as possible from Harry and Hermione. "I can't stand it Gin.” He began, tightening his grip around his sister’s waist. “How are all these people staying so bloody cheery? It's like the war never happened, or they just forgot all those who died."
"I know Ron, I don't know which is worse; that or how everyone keeps talking about how young and happy we all were." Ginny sighed and her eyes scanned the area, taking in the patio and the grassy area beside it. She saw a path that led down to a fountain in the center of the lawn, and thought of leading Ron down behind it so she could kiss his worries away.
Ginny stopped dancing and looked up into his eyes. "I'm sorry. Look, we can go if you – hey…" she said, turning him around and pointing out past the patio, "that's Andrew, the guy I went on a date with last night. What is he doing here?"
Ron scowled as he saw three figures standing beside the fountain. "That's him? Who are those dodgy blokes with him?"
"I don’t know Ron, but I don't like it."
Ron knew that he agreed with Ginny's displeasure immediately. There was something wrong with the situation, and Ron's instincts told him that it was some kind of ambush - whether they meant to humiliate Ginny or attack her, he wasn't sure, but he could also tell they weren't happy to see that he was with her.
One of the wizards stepped forward, a tall, thin bloke in dark robes. None of them were dressed for the party and Ginny could tell they weren't here for the merriment.
"Are you enjoying your night out, blood traitors?" the man taunted in a high voice. He sounded nervous, "I hope you have, because it's been your last."
"Did you think I'd really be interested in a scarred blood traitor?" Ginny's ears burned as Andrew taunted her. "I loved the eye patch, by the way, Weasley. Too bad it doesn't cover up your shame," Andrew stepped forward and spat. "I told you she was stupid, coming to this ball. The Weasleys never pass up a chance to pity themselves. I knew she’d be here.”
The third wizard advanced as well, seemingly emboldened by his companions' brazen words. He was shorter, a dumpy wizard who looked more at home in Honeyduke's than waylaying he and his sister. Ron could see that he was already drawn. That won't help him, he thought wearily. "And we also have The Boy Who Lived's worthless sidekick," the man wheezed, and Ron could hear the fear in his voice, like so many times before.
Ginny saw the three of them taking offensive postures, and she drew her wand in a flash and readied a defense. Her eyes cast over the three of them, cursing the fact that she'd ignored her instincts and gone out with Andrew and wondered who was going to make the first move.
Ron had had enough. He was sick of these fools and their bloody war, and he thought he had put down enough of them before it was all over. His face twisted with rage, all the hatred for these people coming to the forefront in his mind. They had robbed him of everything and were still trying to take the only thing he had left, his sister.
Ron was fast, and he started the incantation as soon as his thumb touched his wand, so that when the tip cleared his robes the curse was heading towards his foe.
"Sectumdemus!" Ron yelled as his wand leveled at the tall wizard's neck. His victim seemed alarmed as the curse sliced cleanly through flesh and bone, his eyes wide in shock as his head tumbled to the lawn, followed by a gout of blood spraying from the stump where his head had been. Ron readied another curse but Andrew blocked it, and the duel was joined.
Ginny was defending herself, but the wizard that she faced was faster than he looked. He had hesitated for a few moments after his companion had been killed and it had given Ginny a few precious moments to try to gain an advantage. She'd had enough of killing, and she hoped that Ron's demonstration would make them back down, but their opponents seemed determined to slay them both.
Ron gritted his teeth as he narrowly dodged a curse and countered with one of his own. Andrew was trying to draw him away from Ginny, to separate them so they couldn’t help each other. Ron stood his ground and used the fountain for cover, as their curses took chunks out of the stone and sent water spraying into the night air. Every time Ron closed with Andrew to try to use his fists as well as his magic, the other wizard backed off. Ron smirked grimly to see that he had the advantage there.
Ginny saw that Ron was holding his own and she hoped that the people inside had noticed the duel in the yard. She moved closer to Ron, and caught his eye as she deflected one of her opponent's curses. Ron nodded in silent agreement, and they started a maneuver that they had perfected during the war. Ginny broke towards Ron, running and dodging the pudgy wizard's attacks, and as she got closer they traded opponents suddenly, and Ron launched a curse at Ginny's former foe while Ginny ducked in front of him and blocked the curse that Andrew had meant for Ron.
"Constoviscus!" Ron shouted, leveling his wand at the fat wizard that Ginny had been fighting. He stopped and clutched his chest, gasping as the curse stopped his heart. Ron put his hand on Ginny's waist as she faced Andrew, and turned his wand on him as well. End this, Gin, he thought.
Ginny saw that Andrew was breathing heavy, but still held his wand out aggressively.
"Pathetic," he spat, and Ginny saw blood trickling down his off hand and onto the grass. "You've no idea the trouble you've caused, the nobility and the glory that you've destroyed."
"Glory?!" Ginny screamed. "How dare you speak to me about nobility, you fucking worm!" Ginny walked towards Andrew, her mind red with fury. He tried a few feeble curses but Ginny blocked them and then stood over the man as he cowered on one knee.
"You never knew anything about nobility, Andrew," she said, her chest heaving with rage. "We sacrificed everything to win, and we got nothing but pain in return. People say we're broken, just a reflection of our former selves. What did we fight for, if all our friends turned their back on us when they saw what we had become?"
"We fought for each other," Ron said, still holding his wand on Andrew as Ginny faced off against him. The answer was obvious, of course, and he knew it as well as Ginny had.
"Get up, you coward," Ginny hissed and stepped away from Andrew. She saw the fear in his eyes, but she felt nothing for him - no remorse or pity, no sadness. Only rage. Now she knew how Ron had felt, all this time. Andrew raised his wand and started mouthing the words of a curse and Ginny's wand flashed.
"Avada Kedavra!" Ginny watched the green light explode from her wand and send Andrew's body crumpling to the ground in a heap. Then she heard voices coming from the patio, and was vaguely aware of people coming towards them. She felt empty and full at the same time - she'd killed a few times during the war but it had never felt like this. She leaned against her brother for support.
Ron held his sister up and started to bring her back indoors, finding a seat against the wall of the ballroom. Two Aurors he recognized approached him and he spoke to them as his sister sat and looked at the ceiling numbly. He was terribly worried about her but he knew that if he didn't talk to the Ministry's stuffed shirts they would never hear the end of it. Ron explained that they’d been attacked, and that it was all in self-defense.
As Ron was recounting the scene to the Aurors, Ginny was roused from her shock by Harry and Hermione, who had moved closer and were whispering to each other as they stood just out of earshot. She saw the fear in their faces, and they were trying not to look at her and her brother. She wondered what they were on about and just then another Auror approached Ron and spoke.
“It was Andrew Tanner,” the wizard said, and Ginny recognized him now as Dawlish. “The two that were with him were the last of his gang. All three of them were wanted for multiple attacks and uses of Dark magic.”
Dawlish glanced sternly at Ginny but didn’t say anything to her. “They were one of the last groups of Voldemort supporters that we’ve been trying to bring to justice... and it looks like they wanted revenge against you and your sister,” Dawlish paused. “Their mistake.”
Ron sighed and reached for Ginny, taking her hand as she sat. She seemed numb and distant, and Ron knew that feeling all too well. When you use your magic to kill it changes you, and Ginny was feeling the weight of it now.
“Well, we saved you from taking them to Azkaban,” Ron said with a hollow laugh. “They attacked us with lethal Dark magics – the three of them meant to kill us both. We defended ourselves.”
Dawlish nodded curtly and motioned for the other two Aurors to move along. “You do good work, Ron Weasley,” he said, lingering for a moment to shake Ron’s hand. “It’s a clear case of self-defense and that’s what is going into my report.” Ron took his hand and nodded in acknowledgment, glad to know that someone was on his side.
Ginny watched as Harry and Hermione moved in as soon as Dawlish left. She stood up and moved closer to her brother, because she was afraid that his temper would get the better of him. She put her hand on his shoulder as Harry spoke.
“’Erm, good job, mate,” Harry said. “Those three really had no chance against you and Ginny.”
Hermione nodded, and she looked angry. “No chance at all, especially since you didn’t try to subdue them so they could at least have a trial.”
Ginny was moving before she realized it, and had landed her fist across Hermione’s face and drawn her wand in one motion. Hermione went sprawling and Harry backpedaled to catch her before she hit the marble floor.
For a moment, Ginny saw Hermione’s eyes flash with hatred and she was reaching for her wand as Harry put her back on her feet.
Bring it, bitch, Ginny thought, willing Hermione to draw on her so she could have a measure of revenge.
“Bloody hell, Ginny,” Ron said, trying not to laugh. This was a change for Ginny, as it was usually her holding him back, but Ron had no urge to restrain Ginny. He knew the cathartic power of letting your rage out.
Harry looked upset, but he exchanged a look with Ron that almost seemed apologetic. Ron knew all too well that Hermione had a way of saying things that embarrassed her boyfriend.
Ginny stood ready as Harry stepped between the two witches. The four of them faced each other for a moment, but no one else drew their wand. Ginny took a deep breath and slowly put hers away.
“Right, well, maybe you two should go to Saint Mungo’s,” Harry suggested. “You both look like you’re hurt.”
Ron shook his head, “Nah, mate, I think we’re just going to head home,” Ron said putting his arm around Ginny. “It’s nothing that a little fire whiskey can’t cure.”
Harry laughed and Ron saw a little bit of the old Harry behind his eyes, and it made him ache all the more, wishing things could be different. But when he looked at Hermione, who had a welt on her cheek and a murderous look in her eye, he knew why things would never be the same.
“People are worried about you, Ron,” Harry said suddenly, and Ron was taken aback by his sudden honesty. “I’m one of them. I wish you’d listen, I wish you’d talk but...” Harry trailed off and Ron knew it was because he was horrible at this sort of thing, even though he meant well.
“Harry, you’re really lucky, do you know that?” Ron said, his arm tightening around his sister’s waist. “You only had to kill one person.” Ron drew his wand and Apparated with Ginny back to their flat.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When they arrived, Ginny threw her arms around Ron's neck, "What a horrible night, all of it. I never want to see any of those people again!"
Ron hugged Ginny tightly, protectively, against his strong body, the adrenaline of the evening’s excitement still running through his veins. "You don't have to, Gin. We can move far away, just start over now that the last of those thugs have been destroyed."
Ron pulled his sister into his embrace even tighter and inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. "I almost lost you," he whispered, clutching her against his chest.
Ginny sighed heavily and leaned against Ron. “I was scared of losing you, too. I love you, Ron,” she breathed, and then she pulled away from him and looked up into his eyes. He was so worried and it made Ginny feel comforted, to know he cared that much and he would never leave her.
Ron slid his hands from Ginny's waist to cup her face in his hands, and looked down at her reassuringly. "We're safe now, and I'll always protect you," he said just before he leaned down and kissed her slow, deep and well.
Ginny moaned softly against Ron’s lips and kissed him back, letting his mouth and his hands help her forget about tonight, and all of her other troubles. She took a few steps backwards and Ron followed, so she took hold of his hands and pulled him towards his bedroom. She exchanged coy glances with her brother, whose expression mirrored her own lust and shame. Both suited her just fine.
Ron stepped with Ginny, gathering fistfuls of her dress at the small of her back with one hand while the other snarled in her hair. They kissed and walked together, pulling at each other's clothing until they were in Ron's bedroom. Ron guided Ginny to the side of his bed and sat her back on the edge.
Ginny leaned back and pulled herself to the middle of the bed, keeping her eyes on Ron as she moved. She felt her dress hiking up and she did nothing to stop it, letting her knees fall apart slightly. Her heart pounded in her chest, from the terrible things that had happened and that were about to happen, even though the thought of Ron touching her and making her feel good didn’t seem at all terrible now. Ginny saw the hungry, conflicted look in Ron’s face and she let her knees part further, so he could see that she wanted this.
Ron watched Ginny, positioning herself on his bed and inviting him to join her with her gaze and the tantalizing sight of her lacy undergarments, and crawled on after her. He moved forward and planted his hands on either side of her body and hovered over her.
Ginny reached up and grabbed the front of his unbuttoned shirt, twisting it round her fist as she pulled Ron down on top of her. They’d wrestled before, but it felt nothing like that now and Ginny moaned her approval. She pulled him down into a kiss and writhed underneath him, moving her legs and feeling the heat between them grow.
Ron sank onto Ginny's body, tasting her mouth and feeling her legs sliding up and down his. He reached down to stroke her thigh, pushing her dress up further and running his hand over the top of her stocking. "Ginny…" he groaned against her lips, feeling her smooth skin and the silken stocking, it all felt so wrong and so right at the same time. His cock was throbbing, wanting release from the confines of his trousers. He pressed his hips down into hers and then turned his hand inward, ghosting his fingers along the band of her knickers, right by her entrance.
“Oh Gods, Ron, yes,” Ginny moaned, rolling her hips up into the movement of his hand, using her body to beg him to touch her. He’d been so brilliant last night, and she wished they’d wanked together before – it sure would have beaten doing it alone, when she was pining over Harry. The thought made her grin wickedly as Ron found her cunt.
Ron slid his fingers under her knickers, and tucked them to the side; the backs of his fingers sliding across her pussy lips so he could feel her wetness. He teased the tips of his fingers around her opening, and then pushed one finger, just to the first knuckle into her pussy while another slid down to run up and down her perineum.
“Oooh, right there,” Ginny moaned again, seeing that Ron didn’t miss a trick with his fingers. Ginny had always just accepted that she liked having her arsehole played with, and while Harry had found it odd, Ron was not so shy. Ginny writhed when Ron’s fingers penetrated her and she smiled up at him, nodding and egging him on.
Ron slid his finger down further, running it around the rim of her arsehole, which caused her to moan uncontrollably and her pussy contract around his other finger. She really does like her arse played with, and he decided to try something more. Ron moved his face down between her legs and used his tongue to swirl around the entrance of her pussy while his finger kept playing with her arsehole.
“Fuck,” Ginny hissed through her teeth, surprised that Ron was so bold. She felt shame for needing this from him, but what other wizard did she trust, really? Ginny looked down and ran her fingers through Ron’s hair, feeling electric jolts of pleasure through her clit and inside her cunt as Ron finger fucked her and licked her.
Ginny tasted so musky and sweet, and Ron lapped eagerly at her entrance even though he felt ashamed about tasting his sister on his tongue. He spread her juices throughout her lips, pausing just long enough to suck her clit into his mouth while penetrating her arsehole just slightly. He heard Ginny gasp as she bucked up into his face and then he slid his tongue back down her slit, all the way down, until he was swiping it across her tight little ring of muscle while he plunged two fingers deep into her cunt.
Ginny’s grip in her brother’s hair tightened and she writhed beneath his tongue. He was taking it way farther than Harry ever had and she whined and moaned from the pleasure of his tongue rimming her arse. She felt dirty and hot all at the same time and it made her pant with lust. She watched Ron move between her legs and nothing could have seemed more natural. She wondered if he would do what she’d always wanted...
Ron gave his sister's pussy a few final plunges and her arsehole parting licks and then swiftly discarded his trousers, pulled his cock out and in one smooth stroke, pushed it deep and hard into his sister's tight little cunt. "Oh Ginny – FUCK!" he hissed.
“Ron, yes, it feels so good,” Ginny moaned as he took her at last. She put her hands on his shoulders, feeling him on top of her and inside her, his cock stretching her and filling her up in deep, powerful strokes. Ginny whimpered from the intensity of it, so forbidden and fulfilling, her own brother fucking her good and hard. Ginny pulled her legs up so her knees were by his shoulders, resting her heels against the small of his back. The change in angle caused Ron’s hard, pistoning cock to find new places deep inside her pussy that made her scream his name.
Ron held himself up on his hands and looked down, watching his shiny, hard cock slide in and out of his sister, and he groaned with pleasure from the sweet feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock. They fit together so perfectly, and he knew that he'd never get enough of her.
Ginny followed Ron’s gaze to where they were joined together and smiled. “It’s good Ron,” she whispered, “you feel so fucking good inside me.” Ginny arched and moaned, keeping pace with his thrusts and just feeling her brother fuck her deep and steady. His cock felt like it was made for her and it made her ache.
Ron began to fuck her harder and faster now, it had been a long time since he'd been with a witch, and he'd wanted this with his sister for so very long, that he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He held himself over her, pistoning in and out, feeling his balls slap up against her arse, and watching her face, so beautiful, twisted with bliss.
Ginny started to feel the pleasure of a good orgasm building, deep within her tight pussy as it gripped her brother’s cock, and spreading through her body in liquid waves of heat and tension. She tightened her grip on Ron’s shoulders, holding on as he pounded her tight opening towards oblivion. Ginny gasped and looked at her brother as she came, feeling so free instead of forsaken, moaning Ron’s name as her ecstasy overcame her senses.
As soon as Ron felt Ginny's cunt grip his cock he threw his head back, grunted and thrust into her hard, spilling his seed deep inside her. He could feel every spurt coating her tight walls while she gripped him between her thighs and cried out with her own release. As he finished cumming, he lowered himself to his elbows and kissed her warm, pouty mouth, "So fucking good, Ginny –" he panted against them.
Ginny kissed Ron back and felt like every muscle in her body was uncoiling and relaxing, as if she had been wound up tight like a clock. She realized that tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes, from the pleasure and the pain of this perfect moment with Ron. Ginny wished she could kiss his pain away, kiss away all the fear and desperation and regret.
Ron's cock was still hard as he continued slowly fucking her. His sister felt so good, she made him feel good, and he wanted to make her happy. Ron eyed the Muggle lube he kept on his nightstand for wanking and decided to give Ginny what he was sure she really wanted, what he'd always wanted, but no one, certainly not Hermione, was willing to give it a try.
Ginny let her body relax, enjoying the feel of her brother’s solid, muscular body against her own. Her pussy tingled from the intensity of her orgasm and Ron’s hard cock still twitched inside her, which made her gasp. She felt him moving around a little but she felt so good she didn’t want to move, she just wanted to lie here and enjoy this moment before reality shattered it.
Ron reached over for the lube and slowly pulled all the way out of Ginny, hearing her whimper a little in protest. Quickly, before he lost his nerve, he slathered his cock with it generously and then kneeled squarely between her still open legs. He lifted her legs up by the calves, rocking her arse up to him and put the tip of his throbbing cock just against her arsehole, pushing against it slightly, testing…waiting for her reaction.
Ron moved so fast that Ginny was reeling by the time she felt the head of his hard cock against her arsehole. Ginny took hold of the back of her knee with one hand and the headboard with the other, bracing herself.
“Fuck my arse, Ron,” she pleaded, licking her lips in anticipation. She had wondered how many taboos they could break, how wicked and dirty her brother could make her feel. She never got this with Harry, she never felt dominated or enticed by him. Ron came through in spades for both.
“Please, I need it in my arse.” Ginny knew she was blushing firm the wickedness of it but she didn’t care. She’d played around with her wand enough to know she liked it, and she couldn’t wait for the real thing.
Ron put his thumb on her swollen clit and began to move it in circles while he slowly pushed the head of his cock through her tight ring of muscle. He felt her clench around him for a moment and then relax, allowing him passage. His heart was pounding; he didn't want to hurt her, but the look of ecstasy on her face and the little gasps she was making made it hard for him to restrain himself.
Ron’s look of concentration and concern made Ginny’s heart ache, seeing him looking so protective and cautious. The slow circles he made with his thumb on her clit made it easier for her to relax, and she moaned as she felt Ron’s cock filling up her arse. The lube really made his shaft move easy and she barely felt the burn, and he was taking it slow to see that she was comfortable. Ginny moaned loudly and tightened up her arse on purpose, loving the feel of his hard, warm cock sliding deeper into her forbidden entrance.
Ron eased his cock in further and then swore aloud, "Fuck Ginny – so tight!" Her body was so warm, snug and willing and before he knew it he felt his balls pressed up against her skin. He looked down at his sister, she was gorgeous, her face an intense mixture of pleasure and pain.
Ginny could see the conflict in Ron’s eyes and she nodded as he drove into her all the way. She needed this and she didn’t want him to stop.
“It’s okay, Ron, it’s good,” Ginny breathed in between deep strokes of her brother’s cock in her arse. The burning had stopped and she was starting to enjoy the full, stuffed feeling, dirty and wicked as it was, of Ron’s hot cock in her arse, pistoning in and out slowly as his fingers continued to massage her clit.
Ron, more confident now, began to slowly pull his cock in and out of his sister’s taut little arsehole. He kept light pressure on her clit, swirling it around with his thumb and then moved his wrist so he could slip two fingers into her pussy. He angled them forward, finding her g-spot and rubbed it slowly, in time with the rhythm of his thrusts in and out of her arse.
“Oh Gods,” Ginny gasped as she felt his fingers penetrate her cunt. Ginny could feel the pressure building up inside her, the feel of Ron’s fingers in her pussy and his cock stretching and filling her arse, and she was overwhelmed with the lusty, wicked pleasure of it. She cursed and moaned his name, gripping the headboard tighter and panting from the intense orgasm that was building deep in her tight channel now.
Ron moved his cock in and out of his sister's arsehole more steadily now, it was difficult for him not to cum again so soon, feeling how tight she was, along with the fact that he was fucking his sister in the arse. As he moved his fingers inside her pussy, he could feel his own cock up against them through her pussy wall. He was so hard, and getting sweet friction from so many angles he really didn't think he could hold off much longer, but he wanted Ginny to cum first. He wanted to feel her sweet cunt clenching around his fingers, her clit throbbing against his thumb, and feel her arse tighten even more around his straining cock.
Ginny surrendered to the primal lust she felt now, moaning her brother’s name as he filled her and stretched her out so completely. Suddenly her body tensed up and she gripped Ron inside her, his fingers and his hard cock as she came, swearing and screaming, her limbs jerking from the surrender she felt.
Ron watched Ginny's sweet face painted with ecstasy as she came all over his hand and cock, feeling her whole body tighten and spasm around him. She was panting and moaning in a way he'd never heard a witch cum before and it drove him over the edge. He put both hands on her shins; pushing her arse further up into his cock and with one final thrust he was balls deep inside his sister's clenched arse, cumming harder than he ever had before.
Ginny was panting as she felt Ron thrust deep in her arse and cum, and she felt every pulse of his cock as he filled her arse with his release. She reached up for him and grabbed the back of his neck, holding him close as he took his pleasure from her body. She felt so free with him, it was different because he did things that Harry would never do, and also because he was her brother.
Ron eased Ginny back down and put his fingers back inside her sopping cunt, feeling the last few waves of her orgasm rippling down his fingers. He slowly pulled his cock out of her arse and bent down to place his lips fully around her engorged clit.
Ginny groaned and sighed, bringing both hands to Ron’s hair as he sucked and licked on her clit and brought her down from her powerful climax. Her arse and her pussy were throbbing from the pleasure he gave her and she smiled weakly at him as he enjoyed the taste of her cunt.
Ron gave her pussy a few slow, deep pumps and then extracted his fingers, leaving his mouth on her clit, just flicking it idly, making light little circles around it with the tip of his tongue and then planting a few butterfly kisses all over her swollen sex.
Ginny was trying so hard not to lose it just then, cursing their parentage, wishing he wasn’t her brother and then being glad that he was. Her body and her mind told different stories to her heart, fulfilling and forbidden and feeling so right even though it was all so terribly wrong. Ginny felt more satisfied than she ever had, and more shameful.
Ron sat back on his haunches while Ginny placed her feet on the mattress and quickly wiggled the rest of the way out of her now-ruined dress. He was happy to see her leave the knickers and the stockings on.
Ron lay on top of his sister, his head turned to the side, just over her left breast. He could hear Ginny’s heart pounding, slower now as they breathed in recovery together. "I love you, Ginny," Ron said and turned, propping himself up a little so he could see her face. Ron saw his reflection in her magical eye, and it only served to magnify his shame and the pain of all they had gone through together. He still thought his sister was beautiful, even more so, because he knew she would never betray him.
“I love you too, Ron,” Ginny replied, and she put her arm around him and hugged his sweaty body against hers. “No one understands us Ron,” she sighed. “But I’m glad we understand each other.”
Ron began to stroke her hair at the crown of her head, "We'll always be together, Ginny, I'll never let anything happen to you."
“How long can we go on like this?” Ginny blurted out, and the tears came, there was no use trying to hold them back. She ached to her core, holding Ron close like that and knowing that she could never truly, totally be his, not the way that she could have been Harry’s, and it killed her inside to feel that ache.
Ron paused and tried to think of the right thing to say. He’d done so much on instinct tonight it was a struggle, but he wanted to comfort her. “I’ll want you again and again, until the pain goes away,” he replied, and wiped away her tears as he always had.
“Then I never want it to go away.” Ginny whispered, and held her brother tight.