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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
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  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Bill_Weasley/Ginny_Weasley
  Character:
      Ginny_Weasley, Bill_Weasley, Ron_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Weasleycest, Incest, Sibling_Incest, Ginny/Bill, Masturbation, Walking_In
      On_Someone, age_gap, Age_Difference, Underage_-_Freeform, Ginny_and_Bill
      are_Players, Fantasizing, Sleepsex, Sleep_Sex, Kinda_rapey_but_not
      really, Moral_Dilemmas, freaking_out, Internal_Conflict, Making_love_as
      well_as_fucking, sweet_and_sexy, Tattoos, idk_other_stuff_lol, gingers,
      Redheads, happy_trail, buff_bill, Freckles, fleur_and_bill_break_up, bill
      startles_ginny_in_the_middle_of_the_night, Frottage, Grinding, Morning
      Wood, some_dirty_talk, consolation_sex, Vaginal_Fingering, simultaneous
      orgasms
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-12 Completed: 2016-01-16 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 9383
****** Some Like It Hot ******
by Prince_Charmont
Summary
     "To say that Ginevra Molly Weasley had blossomed would be a colossal
     understatement. The transition she'd undergone from the age of 14 to
     15 was dramatic, to say the least. While she'd always had a fiery and
     outspoken temperament, her wild side seemed to have exploded over the
     years. The only ones immune to her charms were her family members.
     Almost..."
     AU. Bill/Ginny. Weasleycest.
***** Chapter 1 *****
A/N: Stupid little fic that I just had to let out haha. Having trouble
finishing stuff, so naturally I just keep starting new things. Great plan, eh?
One of these days I'll learn some discipline & finish what I've started. This
is unedited & I'm sure I'll heavily edit it later, so please forgive it's
totally erratic and ridiculous writing-style. Smut will be in Chapter 2. Hope
you like!
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To say that Ginevra Molly Weasley had blossomed would be a colossal
understatement. The transition she'd undergone from the age of 14 to 15 was
dramatic, to say the least. She'd filled out completely, and from the back she
could easily pass as a fully-grown woman in her mid-twenties. Her face was
still young, but with the makeup she wore, it was pretty inconceivable that she
was still in high school. She was almost 5'8" with a svelte build, excepting
her breasts and butt, which were both large, perfectly rounded, and eye-
catching. Ginny knew exactly how to complement her tantalising curves without
seeming low-class.
While she'd always had a fiery and outspoken temperament, her wild side seemed
to have exploded over the years. While Molly and Arthur were a little concerned
by her change in dress style, bold makeup, and extremely healthy social life,
Ginny was a perfect daughter when she was home and always kept her word. She
had a good head on her shoulders and knew how to regulate herself well.
Everything in moderation was the key to a happy AND successful life.
She was known at Hogwarts as a rebel, party girl, wild child, free spirit,
tough chick, popular girl, hot girl, daredevil, and overall irresistible
badass. Everyone wanted her. Girls, guys, all grades, all cliques, no one was
immune to her charms. The confidence she exuded when she swung her hips
striding down the school corridors, music blasting from her headphones, boot
heels clicking on the stone floors, waist-length red hair swaying from side to
side, infected everyone who saw her. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle and
smoulder simultaneously due to the black makeup lining them. Smokey eyes had
never looked this good. She styled her eyebrows more thickly than most,
contoured her face to make it more angular looking, but only wore a touch of
rouge and shimmer, and while her lips were a subtle burgundy that made it look
like blood was pooling beneath the skin, they could not distract from her
penetrating eyes and the intimidating blackness they floated on.
"Fuck." Ginny frowned in displeasure as she brought her mug from her lips and
back to the table. She rapped her long, black-painted nails on the wood table
in irritation. "Tea's gone cold. I always do that."
"If you weren't so easily distracted, you might remember you had tea in the
first place," said Ron, who was flipping through the latest issue of Quidditch
Weeklyon his sister's bed. Ginny was sitting at her desk surfing the web for
the latest event they could go to.
"Yeah, you're one to talk. Hey, look, Ron, a squirrel!" She excitedly pointed
to her window, turning from her laptop for a moment.
Ron twitched and barely raised his eyes above the magazine to the window before
saying, "Har har. Very funny." Ginny just laughed and turned back to her desk,
taking her pin-straight hair in her pale hand and tugging it over her shoulder.
She was wearing a black spaghetti strapped tank top and faded gray jean short
shorts, knee-high laced black combat boots and tons of silver and black
jewellery. She had about twenty piercings on each ear, a nose ring, anti-
eyebrow studs, and a tongue piercing. She had a few tattoos and a navel
piercing, but since these were out of sight, no one knew about them unless they
saw her in a swimsuit or less, which, granted, a lot of people did.
Ginny had a sort of social immunity that granted her the privilege of sleeping
with as many people as she liked and never being called a slut. It was like she
seemed so untouchable and awesome that people were thrilled if she chose them
as her next partner. She was like the wind, unable to be captured, unable to be
controlled, so no one even tried. She came and went as she pleased and simply
existed on a level beyond her mortal peers. She was a goddess of sensuality, if
she deigned to look your way, you could feel your throat go dry and your heart
race. If she spoke to you in that strong, but throaty voice of hers, your knees
might buckle and you'd have to grab on to something so as to not collapse at
her feet. If she touched you, forget it. You were hers.
The only ones immune to her charms were her family members. Almost. She could
still do no wrong in her parents' eyes and so they permitted her a freedom none
of her brothers had been allowed, which naturally angered them greatly. But
Ginny was the baby, the little sister, the only girl, so her big brothers felt
compelled to love and protect her regardless of how she got on their nerves.
They were proud of her cleverness, her wilful nature, her strength of spirit
and character, and her beauty. She impressed them more and more each day, and
while they expressed their disapproval of her nonchalance when it came to
intimate affairs, they couldn't fault her for being an inherently sexual being.
Besides, who were they to judge? Could they really say they wouldn't do the
same if they had the same prowess she did? They were probably just a bit
jealous, though they'd never admit it.
"I'm gonna go put on the kettle and make another cup. Want one?"
"Sure. Thanks, Gin." Ron had gone back to reading and didn't even look up as
his sister stood, wriggled down her shorts which had ridden up significantly
and exited the room, closing the door behind her. She'd almost made it to the
kitchen when she remembered that she'd left her mug upstairs in her room. As
she took the stairs two at a time with her long slender legs, she thought about
what she was going to do that night. Go out? Stay in? There was a small house
party that her friend Teresa was having at 9, but she hadn't relaxed at home
for a while and due to the fact that most of the family had gone to France to
pick up some Christmas stuff, it was relatively quiet in the house. Only Ron
was home, but he was going to meet up with Harry and Hermione later on, so
she'd probably be home alone for a good while. The thought excited her greatly,
so she made up her mind that she was going to go all out for her long overdue
night in.
Still absorbed in thought, she threw the door open carelessly before yelling
out in alarm. "Ron! Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing?!" She'd walked in
on her brother mid-wank, his trousers pulled down to his ankles, the Quidditch
Weekly magazine still in hand, but since his other hand was occupied, it was
falling open too wide and she could see another magazine was inside of it. He'd
been looking at porn this whole time! He started and bent his knee and dropped
the magazine to cover himself immediately. "Jesus fuck, Ron! On MY bed?! What's
wrong with you? Get the fuck out!" Ginny had started picking up objects around
her room and chucking them at the half-naked boy on her bed.
"Ouch! Stop! Okay! Sorry!" Ron had leapt off of the bed, hurriedly pulled his
jeans up and started waddling toward the door, but Ginny was relentlessly
pelting him with things and she had a very strong arm. "Fucking hell."
"Yeah, that's what I should be saying, goddamn pervert. Jesus. Having a wank on
your sister's bed whilst she's gone down to fix you a cuppa. Christ, Ron. Last
time I let you on my bed." He just rolled his eyes as she shoved him out her
door and slammed it behind him for effect. She was about to throw herself on
her bed when she shuddered in disgust and stripped the bedding from it,
completely forgetting about her tea. She was too lazy to put new sheets on it,
so she just let herself flop on the mattress. It was only 3 in the afternoon,
but she was already exhausted, having stayed up super late gaming with Ron. Due
to the fact that she usually stayed up late for one reason or another, she was
accustomed to having an afternoon nap. It wasn't possible to sleep in at
school, so she'd figured out that a nap between classes worked wonderfully and
she kept up this schedule even when on break.
She was about to let herself drift off to sleep, but images of Ron masturbating
on her bed kept popping into her head. "Ugh, God! What the fuck!?" She shook
her head violently, bringing her hands to her temples as if to try to shake the
images from her mind. But she couldn't. It had just been too weird seeing Ron
like that. She'd seen some of her brothers naked before, of course. It was
inevitable when you had so many siblings and you all lived together in a tiny
house with unreliable locks on the doors. But it had mostly just been a flash
here and there. A full moon, bit of ball sack and flaccid cock. Mostly stuff
she thought was amusing and giggled over when they got embarrassed about having
just been walked in on. But nothing like this. Sure, she'd heard Bill shagging
his girlfriends when their parents were out. He was the second most sexually
active Weasley after Ginny, though he had started long before her. Of all her
brothers, she could easily tell he was the most handsome and had the most
charm. He had a fierce and intense fire that lurked just beneath his exterior
relaxed and nonchalant façade. She liked to think that they were alike in that
way. He was the only brother she could ever talk to about her sex life, too.
Charlie was too overprotective, Percy was too much of a prude, Fred and George
just teased and made fun of her, and Ron just thought it was too weird and got
grossed out thinking about her like that. Funny, since he was just jacking it
in her room.
Ginny's thoughts alternated between "I just saw Ronald's cock. I just saw him
with a full on erection. I just saw my brother masturbating," and "Ew why the
fuck am I still thinking about this? What is happening? Fucking hell!" But her
thoughts were hovering on her brother's penis and how she couldn't get over the
fact that she'd walked in on him stroking it. She was thankful for a brief
second that the next moment, the image of Ron's dick was pushed aside by
another thought, though her gratitude was short lived. She'd started thinking
about some of the conversations she'd had with Bill. She'd asked him a lot of
questions, knowing he was the most experienced out of her brothers, and when
they talked about sex, she'd always felt herself growing a bit aroused. She'd
pushed that fact aside, dismissing it as normal to feel that way when talking
about such things, but she remembered how when Bill told her or taught her
about stuff, she'd always imagine him and her as the ones doing what he was
describing. Again, she'd figured it wasn't a big deal since they were the two
who were there talking about the stuff, but somehow, seeing Ron like that and
the fact that it had just made her mind jump to thoughts she'd had about Bill,
she suddenly started questioning whether or not she should have been more
worried about what she was thinking and feeling whilst they had those talks.
Ginny felt a little ball of dread form in her throat and drop into her chest
like an effervescent tablet being dropped into a glass of water. She gulped
when she moved her legs and felt that a little wetness had developed between
her legs. "What the fuck, Gin?!" She mentally chastised herself as she tried
desperately to avoid thinking about her eldest brother. Flashes of his handsome
face grinning at her, water running down his sculpted chest as he towelled
himself off after getting out of the swimming hole, his biceps twitching as he
pulled his long red hair into a ponytail, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray
lock behind her ear, the feeling of his firm body against her tiny one as he
held her close, consoling her when a boy had broken her heart for the first
time, his face closing in on hers as he leaned down to kiss her lips. "Wait,
woah! That last thing didn't happen! Why the fuck would that pop into my head?
Why the fuck am I thinking about Bill in the first place?"
She jumped off of her bed, turned on some loud music and began to frantically
do push ups and sit ups in an attempt to drive her thoughts away. "It's sick,
Ginny. It's sick. He's your brother, for God's sake. You can have anyone you
want, why are you thinking about your fucking brother, you disgusting bitch.
You deserve to be punished." The image of Bill slamming her against her door
and fucking her so rough and so mercilessly she was screaming half in pain,
half in pleasure forced its way into her brain. This time she wanted to scream
in horror. She felt herself gag and was legitimately afraid she was going to
vomit. Despite this fact, she could still feel that she was turned on, and the
panic that had been growing in her was now shrieking like a fire alarm. She'd
had it. She wasn't able to stop her brain on her own, so she stood, grabbed a
coat and her purse and bolted from the house as quickly as possible without
even saying a word to Ron.
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A/N: Please R&R if you liked it/want me to keep going!
***** Chapter 2 *****
A/N: Ok, so I lied. No smut yet. Next chapter for sure, though! Also, this is
an AU if you haven't guessed yet. Basically no Voldermort, so like mad things
are different heh. But it doesn't really matter, not a plot heavy story, obv.
Hehe.
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It was about 9pm when Ginny returned home looking like she'd been hit by a
train. Ron hadn't even contacted her once to see where she'd gone. He'd
probably been too mortified by her walking in on him to say anything. The house
was dark and quiet, so she assumed he'd gone to meet his friends already. She
was glad that she wouldn't have to deal with him after today. She was utterly
knackered.
After she'd wearily staggered up the stairs to her room, she quickly shed her
disheveled clothing, took off her jewellery, and hopped into the shower to
clean up before turning in for the night. So much for her schedule. As she
wiped off her smeared makeup and detangled her hair in the warm water, she
mused on how glad she was that she was too tired to think about anything.
When she'd finished brushing her teeth, making her bed, and slipping on the
peach negligee she wore to sleep in, she crawled under the sheets and
immediately passed out. A few hours later, she awoke due to a noise that
sounded like something crashed in the living room. She couldn't tell if she'd
imagined it or not, but figured that she might as well go grab a glass of water
since she was awake and was feeling parched.
When she reached the sink and was filling her glass with tap water, standing on
her tiptoes because the floor was so cold, she heard the squeak of a floorboard
in the darkness behind her. To make sure she wasn't hearing things, Ginny
turned off the faucet and set her cup on the counter. She could hear her heart
pounding in her ears and her breathing had grown ragged, which made it harder
to hear anything, but it seemed as though she'd imagined the noise. As she was
about to grab her glass and return to her room, she felt a presence behind her.
Too terrified to move, turn around, anything but stand still as a statue, she
could feel the heat of a body right next to hers radiating onto her skin. Ginny
closed her eyes as the person leaned their head over her shoulder and the sound
of the stranger's breath was loud next to her ear. She gulped in fear, waiting
for them to speak, waiting for the torture of not knowing to be over. Fear of
the unknown is the worst of all.
Suddenly, she felt two large hands grab her right above the hips and lift her
up as the person shouted, "Boo!" in her ear. She freaked out and flailed
against her assailant's grip who had now begun laughing, as he spun her around
in the air and dropped her back to the ground in front of him. She had
recognized his voice immediately and the reason behind her flailing had moved
from fear to vexation.
"Bill!" Ginny shrieked, shoving her oldest brother as hard as she could
backwards. He was laughing heartily, as he threw his arms behind him to prevent
his butt from slamming into the hard island counter behind him. "What the hell!
You could have given me a heart attack! I thought you were-"
"An intruder? A robber breaking into this shabby excuse for a house? Or what, a
rapist who just happened to wander into this side of nowhere? No one would come
here unless they knew someone here, so only one of your many suitors would do
something like that, huh, Gin?" Bill smirked slyly at his youngest sibling.
Only he would say something like that to her. They alone could talk freely
about things like that to one another. They had no secrets from each other, and
they never felt awkward when talking about sex, both fully aware of the other's
romantic escapades. Bill was the only one in the family who was completely cool
with Ginny's liberal lifestyle, leading a similar one himself. If anything, he
was proud of her and felt that she was following in his footsteps. His protégé
almost, since he was the one who taught her almost everything she knew, anyway.
"Oh, fuck off, Bill. You know no one would try anything like that with me.
They'd be too scared." She smirked back at him and he grinned in approval.
"That's my girl. But aren't you happy to see your big brother? Come on, then.
Give us a kiss!" He held his arms out in the dark, half sitting on the counter
now. His long hair was pulled back in his classic low ponytail, but strands of
hair were falling over his tanned face. His white collared shirt was untucked
and the first few buttons were open, his red tie loosely hanging under them.
His tightly-fitted black blazer matched his dress slacks and shoes. He'd
obviously just come from work. Due to the fact that Gringotts never closed, not
even for holidays, Bill often worked late shifts.
The pale, semi-clad girl squealed in delight, forgetting all of her annoyance
and leapt into her brother's arms. He caught her by the waist and lifted her up
so she could wrap her legs around him and he pulled her into a tight embrace.
Holding her head in one hand and rocking her side to side slightly he made a
sound of longing.
"Mmmmm, Gin, I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too." Ginny was planting sloppy kisses on his jawline and he
chuckled turning his head as if she was tickling him. Bill moved his head back
toward hers abruptly and they stared at each other, their noses almost
touching. He suddenly dipped her backward and she shrieked in alarm. "Nooo!
Stoppp! Billlll!"
He was laughing throatily again as he hung her upside down, her long red hair
sweeping the kitchen floor. She yelled at him to pull her back up, but only
when her nightie was sliding up and the bottom of her lacey panties were
revealed did he pull her back, clearing his throat awkwardly as he looked away.
Ginny struck him across the chest as she fixed her hair, pretending to be mad
at him. When Bill looked back at his baby sister, his eyes were serious.
"Hey. What's wrong?" Ginny held up a hand and moved to stroke her brother's
cheek, but he set her down on the floor and stood from the table.
"It's nothing." He said, not looking at her. "Should we maybe turn on some
lights?" Bill looked around in the darkness and forced a laugh, attempting to
change the subject, but Ginny was having none of it. She caught his hand and
held it firmly as if to soften the blow of what she was going to say next.
"Did… Fleur… Did you and Fleur…?" She could hear him gulp as he stared at the
floor. She took that as a yes. Bill had a player reputation, but when he met
Fleur, well, let's just say she wouldn't let him go. At first he just found it
mildly amusing, it wasn't the first time a girl had wanted more from him, but
there was something about the French blonde, and it wasn't just that she was
part Veela.
Fleur had a fire in her that reminded Bill very much of a person he loved more
than anyone else in the world. She had a spark in her eyes and a determination
which could rival any Slytherin's. She simply wouldn't take no for an answer
and she pulled out all the stops with him. Her charms and powers of seduction
almost rivaled those of his siren of a sister. He didn't want to admit it to
himself, but she reminded him of Ginny, who, despite their age difference, he
considered his best friend. He felt that he could tell his sister anything and
she wouldn't judge him. He could show her all of him, be himself completely
around her, and she'd love him all the same, and not just because he was her
big brother.
So when Fleur finally captured him, he did what he'd never done before and
became a boyfriend. Things were great for a few months, but towards the end,
Fleur kept demanding that he bring her home to meet his family, but Bill hadn't
even told anyone other than Ginny that he had a girlfriend. He felt like it was
just too weird. That everyone would make too big a deal of it and assume they
were going to be together forever or something. He wasn't even sure he liked
the idea of being together forever with anyone. He definitely felt that he
wasn't ready for that level of seriousness, but Fleur wouldn't drop it. That's
when things started getting really rocky. Due to Ginny's being away at school,
she and Bill weren't able to talk so much, but they'd send the occasional owl
to one another to keep each other updated. Last she'd heard though, Fleur was
so mad, she'd stopped speaking to him and he was really worried that she was
going to end it. It seems she had.
"Oh, Bill. I'm so sorry." Ginny ran her hands up his sleeves to his shoulders
and then around his neck, pressing herself into him in a comforting embrace. He
let his head fall on her bare shoulder and wrapped his arms around her slender
waist, squeezing her tightly, accepting her love and reassurance greedily. He
became hyperaware of the fact that she was so scantily clad when he felt her
hardened nipples pressing though the thin fabrics of her nightgown and his
shirt. He could feel her curves through the silky material and the tiny strap
on her shoulder was barely noticeable. He tried not to think about it, tried
not to inhale too deeply of her sweet and warm scent that was reminiscent of
gardenias and vanilla caramels. His heart ached and he was feeling so lonely
since Fleur broke up with him that it just felt nice to hold a woman in his
arms again. And that's just what his little sister had become, he realized. The
feel of heat emanating from her form inside of his arms, the feel of her smooth
flesh against to his rough skin, her soft curves pressed against his hard
planes, and her silken hair caressing his face. He felt longing rising in him,
but forced himself to remember that this wasn't just any girl he was holding,
this was his baby sister and he would definitelynot let himself think about her
that way. It would just be wrong. No way. Thankfully, Ginny pulled away and
interrupted his inner dialogue.
"Hey, it's super late. How about we go upstairs and get you ready for bed?"
Bill passed his hand over her head and tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling
lovingly at her. "Sure, sounds nice. I'm pretty exhausted. Don't forget your
water."
Ginny had climbed into Bill's bed and was chatting away idly to him as he shed
his work clothes. She was telling him all about the last week of school and how
Lavender had said this to Parvati and then Susan told Dean about it, and on and
on. Bill had his back turned to her so she couldn't see him smirking as he
thought about how funny her gossiping about her classmates was. It wasn't the
sort of stuff that normally caught her attention. When he turned around to grab
the shirt that he'd put on the bed, Ginny's train of thought was rudely
derailed.
Holy shit. When did Bill get so buff? He must have been working out like crazy
while I've been gone.While Bill had always taken pride in his appearance and
worked to maintain his bad boy image, Ginny had never seen him looking this cut
before. He had a super defined chest, clearly outlined abs, and perfectly
sculpted biceps. His dark red happy trail was still there, as were the sporadic
tattoos that dotted his torso and arms. Ginny's eyes were taking in every inch
of him, from his pronounced Adam's apple to his jutting hips visible above his
sagging trousers.
"Uh, Gin?" Bill was finishing pulling down the black T-shirt and looking at her
with concern. She had just trailed off mid-sentence.
"Er, what? Oh yeah, uh, I forgot what I was saying." She laughed awkwardly,
hoping he didn't notice her gawking at him. Bill was eyeing her suspiciously,
but with the hint of a smile on his lips. "Must be more tired than I thought,
heh."
"Hmm… yeah… well, guess we had better get some rest, then, eh?" He took off his
slacks, his feet already bare, and walked to the bed in his dark red boxer-
briefs. While Ginny had seen her brother in just his underwear a million times,
the fact that he seemed more fit than usual, perhaps even tanner, too, was
causing her to feel slightly uncomfortable. "Wanna sleep with me tonight?"
"What?" Ginny tensed, eyes wide with incredulity. Bill furrowed his brow at her
as if to say, 'What's gotten into you?'
"Do you want to stay here tonight or do you want to go back to your room? I
don't mind either way, but it's nice to have your company."
"Oh. Uh, yeah. Sure. It's really nice to see you, Bill. I've been hanging out
with Ron a lot and ohhh boy. In fact, you won't believe what he did today."
Bill pulled back the covers and slid into the warm bed happily. It was always
nice to have someone to warm you up. He snuggled up next to his sister and
listened to her story with amusement, struggling to keep his eyes open.
"…and he was wanking!" Bill's eyes shot open as he tuned back into what Ginny
was saying. "On my bed! Can you believe that? Ron! Wanking! ON MY BED!" Not
knowing what else to do, Bill just burst out laughing.
"Bahahah! Oh man, Ginny. Hahaha. I'm-I'm sorry! Hahah!"
"What the fuck! Bill! It's not funny! It's gross! He's my brother and I saw his
dick! I saw my brother's hand around his dick! Do you know what that's like to
see? I can't get that image out of my head now. I wish I could wash my brain
with soap to get rid of it."
"Oh, big deal, Gin. We all do it. You do it, I do it, even Percy does it,
believe it or not." Ginny shuddered at the mental image Bill just conjured for
her.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I wanna see it."
"Whatever, Gin. Don't be such a prude." Ginny's jaw dropped. Bill just called
her a prude. Her. Ginny Weasley.APRUDE.
"What did you just call me?"
"You heard me, sis."
"Since when does not wanting to see your brother's cock make you a prude?"
"Who says you don't?" Bill teased. Ginny's face contorted in revulsion. "I
mean, you did say you can't get the image of him jacking it out of your head,
right? Maybe you don't want to."
"EW! What the fucking fuck, you fucking ewwww!"Bill burst out laughing again.
"Nice, Gin. Quite the vocabulary you got there. I can see that education's
doing you well."
"God, Bill, just stop being gross." Ginny huffed and turned away from Bill,
curling into a fetal position as she slid her arm under the nearest pillow and
slammed her head down on it. Bill just chuckled as he wrapped his body around
her, spooning her like he had so many times before. They used each other for
comfort and to fill the void they felt for intimacy sometimes. Despite being
physical with so many people, the lack of emotional connection caused a sort of
loneliness that couldn't be destroyed. They were just glad they had each other.
While he had pressed his boxer brief covered pelvis against her thinly clad
bottom many a time, something felt different this time. Both of them could feel
the other's hearts racing, their breathing becoming shallow, their body
temperatures rising, but both of them refused to acknowledge the physical
changes within themselves, let alone the other. Though it took them a long time
to fall asleep, eventually they were successful and let themselves melt into
each other, taking solace in the closeness they felt both physically
andemotionally when they were like that.
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A/N: Please R&R! Love you guys!
***** Chapter 3 *****
A/N: Anddd the promised smut. Not at all where I thought I was going to go with
this. I had a totally diff scene planned out in my mind, but the story goes
where it will go, and I am the humble narrator that gets possessed and just
channels whatever current is flowing through me. Hope you like! Please leave a
review if you do. Thanks! 
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When Ginny awoke, it took her a moment to get her bearings. She'd forgotten
she'd fallen asleep in Bill's room. Before she could take in the familiar
sights and smells of it, she noticed that Bill had pressed himself up to her so
he was as close as possible. His large body was curled around her small frame,
his muscular arm wrapped tightly around her ribcage, just under her breasts.
She could feel his warm breath on her ear, his heart beating steadily against
her back, and… something hard pressing between her legs…
Ginny's eyes shot wide open. She felt her heart rate slowly increase as she
wiggled around slightly to see if she could escape Bill's clutches without
waking him. It seemed it wasn't an option as he mumbled something softly and
tightened his embrace whilst pressing himself against her more. As Ginny
thought about what she was going to say when she inevitably had to wake her
brother, she felt Bill's hips rocking back and forth ever so slightly.
Holy shit. Is he…? The red-headed girl gulped thickly as she felt her brother's
morning wood rubbing against her. If I wake him now, he'll be embarrassed to
discover what he's doing, but if I just abruptly pull away, that'll also be
awkward and kind of hard to explain. What should I do?
Minutes were passing as Ginny anxiously contemplated her options, but as each
second passed, Bills gyrations were growing more insistent. The oldest Weasley
son had begun moaning softly as he ground his erection into his sister's ass.
Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckkkkk. Don't get turned on. Don't get turned on. This is
so fucked, Ginny! That's BILL - your BROTHER! That's your brother's cock
grinding into you. That's not okay on any level. You have to get up. It'll be
awkward for a moment, but just pull away and roll out of bed. JUST DO IT.
Ginny tried desperately to talk herself into moving, but the familiar smell of
Bill was so inviting. She'd missed him so much. He felt so good wrapped around
her like that, and they fit so perfectly together. And after yesterday, what
happened with Ron, where her thoughts had gone… Now here he was, and he was
asleep… Why not just enjoy the proximity while she could?
A warm wetness had started forming on her lacey peach panties, her nightie was
hiked up to her waist leaving them completely exposed under the covers. Despite
her better judgment and screaming conscience, she let herself tilt her hips
back to allow Bill better access. He groaned when he felt her push back into
him and responded with a harder thrust.
Ginny's internal dialogue continued frantically as she questioned everything
she was doing. She was petrified that he was going to wake up. She was sickened
by what she was allowing herself to do. She was sure she would rot in hell for
grinding on her brother this way, but no matter what she told herself in her
head, no matter how much she berated herself, yelled at herself, tried to stop
herself, she couldn't. It was like her body was on autopilot and she couldn't
find the manual override. All she could think about was Bill and how much she
wanted him. Bill. Big brother Bill. Bill who was at least a decade older than
her. A fully grown man who smelled like a man and felt like a man and who
treated her like more than just an immature teenager. He made her feel like a
woman. Sexy, powerful, capable. It's why she liked him so much. He gave helped
build the confidence she'd gained over the years. He'd helped shape her into
the irresistible siren that she was. And now, she felt like she was being
worshipped by her maker, though he was asleep and didn't know it was her he was
humping. She was intoxicated by the thought of him desiring her, but the fact
that he was her brother was just too weird. Were he anyone else, she'd have no
problem doing what she was doing at all, but because she'd known him since
birth, he'd changed her freaking diapers, he'd seen her naked and given her
baths when she was little, he'd seen every phase she'd gone through and she'd
seen a good amount of his too, it was just wrong!
And yet, here she was, grinding her clit on her brother's erection. Ginny
concluded that somewhere along the line, due to all of her sexual escapades and
exploration and experience, she'd become a nymphomaniac, a sex addict and now
she simply couldn't stop herself. She figured this was just the next level…
getting into fucked up taboos to help her get off. After all, the forbidden is
always the sexiest, right? With this thought in mind, she gingerly slid Bill's
left hand under her nightgown and up her side to her breast. When he felt it,
he breathed out heavily and began to gently knead her boob. A quiet moan
escaped her lips and she tilted her hips again so that his dick moved to her
damp spot and began pushing into her opening.
"Unghh!" Ginny quickly brought a hand to her mouth to try to stifle the groan
she made, lest she wake her brother. He groaned back in response, but didn't
seem to wake up. Heart pounding, she waited a moment to make sure, and then
when she was positive he was still asleep, she reached down between her legs
and grasped his length in her hand. Bill's breath quickened as she slid him out
of the slit in the fabric and began to massage him. A minute later, she moved
aside her panties with the same hand and guided the head of his cock to her
entrance. At this point, so many things were going through Ginny's head that
she couldn't even make out individual thoughts. Her mouth was dry and she had
an enormous feeling of dread that almost made her feel sick, but she still
couldn't make herself stop. The aching she felt in her pussy, the yearning to
feel him inside of her, to be as close with her big brother as possible… She
closed her eyes and imagined him as he was last night when he was changing,
shirt off, just in his boxer briefs. His body was perfect, broad shoulders,
lean waist, muscular arms, legs, chest. Gorgeous freckles flecking his body
just like her, but where she was pale, he was tan. She loved how each of his
tattoos was a work of art, not just some random illustration of Snoopy or
something. She loved how his long red hair, a few shades darker and more
coppery than hers, escaped his ponytail and fell over his face. She loved how
intense his eyes were when they searched her own. As she imagined his naked
body pressing against hers, him kissing her with a lifetime's worth of sinful
love and repressed lust, she pushed down and let herself engulf him.
His girth was enormous and despite the fact that she had slept with all shapes
and sizes of men, she wanted to scream as he spread her open. She was glad she
was as wet as she was because it would have been very painful otherwise.
Instead, her wetness slicked him perfectly and though she still had to slowly
inch down onto him, it was excruciating in the most pleasurable way imaginable.
Oh my fucking God.Ginny put her hand on top of the hand Bill was using to
massage her breast and arched her back in bliss. Oh Bill!They were both panting
hard now and she could tell that despite being asleep, he was just as turned on
as she was. She couldn't remember ever being so aroused in her entire life. She
felt dirty, so damn dirty. Dirtier than when she got fucked by three guys at
once. Dirtier than when she fingered her best friend in the toilets during
class. Dirtier than when she sucked off her professor under his desk while he
talked to another student. She'd done some dirty things, but this was by far
the most depraved and disgusting things she'd ever done. Basically rape her
brother while he slept. I mean, what if he wouldn't be okay with this? Of
COURSE he wouldn't be okay with this! I'm his baby sister! He's not a monster
like I am who wants to have sex with their sibling! I can't let him wake up.
Ginny became so inebriated of the feeling of her brother's cock inside of her
that she was quickly losing control of herself. She began rocking her hips so
he slid in and out of her and squeezed her hand over his. He began to moan
louder and so did she. As she rode him faster and faster, he responded by
thrusting in and out of her harder and harder. Soon, it seemed that he had to
take over, and his hand left her breast and moved down to cup her hipbone. At
this point Ginny was going crazy and wasn't even thinking anymore.
"Oh Bill! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck your baby sister!" She cried! Bill thrust into
her hard and cried out, but then abruptly stopped a second later.
"Yeah! Wait what?!" Ginny's eyes flew open and she turned her head to look at
her brother. His eyes were open now and he had an expression of utter
bewilderment, alarm, fear, disgust, and shame. "What the - holy fuck!"
Bill pulled out of Ginny and backed away from her, almost falling off of the
other side of the bed. When he noticed that his hard on was still exposed, he
quickly tucked himself back inside of his briefs. Ginny had sat up and turned
around to look at Bill, eyes wide in horror. She was frantically searching for
something to say, but nothing was coming, and her heart was pounding so loudly,
she could barely think over it.
"Were we – was I? Did we just? Ginny, what the fuck?!"
"I-I'm sorry, Bill! Oh God, I'm so sorry!"
"You did that? I mean, you weren't asleep, too? You… intentionally…?"
"No! I mean, well, see, I woke up, and, you were spooning me, and it was nice,
but I, uhm, you had, well, I could feel you against me… and I tried to get up,
I swear, I tried to, but it just felt so good, and I wanted to be with you, and
I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, Bill, please…"
"Jesus, Ginny. I just… I dunno… I mean, that's just not right, is it? I mean,
I'm your brother, Gin. I mean, I love you so much, you know that, but we can't…
we can't do that… It's just not right…"
Ginny began to tear up. "I know, I'm so sorry. I'm disgusting and perverted and
fucked up. I can't believe I did that. I'm so sorry. It's so wrong. Oh my God…"
Her face fell into her hands and she began to sob. Bill always hated seeing his
little sister cry and immediately scooted back over to her, putting his arm
around her and shushing her with cooing noises.
"Hey, hey. No, it's okay, Ginny, don't cry. It's ok. I'm not mad. I'm just uhm…
well, I don't know, but it's alright, okay? We'll figure this out."
"Oh, Bill." Ginny turned toward Bill and flung her arms around him, sobbing
into the crook of his neck. "What are we gonna do, Bill? I've messed everything
up now haven't I? I just love you so much, and I want to be close with you and
I just feel so good when I'm with you, so happy, safe, and warm. You make me
feel good."
"Oh, Gin, I love you too. Really, I do. I feel the best when I'm with you, too,
and one of my favorite things is just to hold you in my arms, to sleep next to
you, to talk to you. You make me feel better than anyone else, and I wish I
could always be with you, but we can't… do that… you know? I mean… even… even
if we might want to…"
Ginny stopped crying for a moment and sat back on the bed. She looked at her
brother as she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand. "You mean… do youwant
to, too?" Bill looked stricken and tried to avoid her gaze. He coughed slightly
and stuttered a bit as he tried to find words.
"I mean, well, I-I…I mean… Ginny, I …"
Ginny lightly placed her hands on either side of Bill's face and caressed him
as she stared at him hopefully. If he would just look at me, I would
know…Finally he did.
"You're the most amazing person I've ever met, Ginny. You're so young, and yet
you have more fire in you, more life than people who have travelled the world 7
times over. You are powerful in ways you don't even know and you can break a
man's heart with just one look. You've always been beautiful, and I've always
loved you as your big brother, but when your strong-willed nature and vibrant
personality began to develop more and more and you became your own person,
intelligent, independent, confident, sexy, even… I… I noticed.I couldn't not.
You were enchanting, you areenchanting. You stole my heart the first time you
looked at me the way you do when you want something because you always get what
you want and you know it. I told myself you were just practicing your wiles on
me, testing out your powers, and that it didn't mean anything, to not even
think about it because you're my sister, but from that day on, I was yours."
Ginny felt her heart swell at her brother's words. She cupped his face in her
hands lovingly, their eyes intensely transfixed on one another's. And then they
kissed. She didn't kiss him, and he didn't kiss her, but rather, they met
simultaneously, acting upon the same urges that existed equally within them.
They were magnets drawn to each other with equal but opposite forces and
nothing in the universe could have come between them in that moment.
Bill moaned Ginny's name into her mouth as he pulled her to his chest roughly.
She let out a small gasp of surprise mixed with arousal. She felt so small next
to this fully developed man. She felt overwhelmed by him and loved it. She was
usually the dominant one. The one on top, the one in control, but with Bill, it
was the complete opposite. She was surrendering herself up to him. Giving him
total power over her, something she had never done and thought she never
woulddo. But this was Bill. HerBill, and she wanted to give herself, all of
herself in a way she never had before, to him. Mind, body, and soul. 'I'm
yours,'she thought.
Bill easily lifted his sister onto his lap. He was sitting on his heels, knees
bent, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as she settled down over him.
Throwing her arms around his neck, she hungrily devoured his mouth with hers,
their tongues battling for dominance. She started grinding onto his bulge,
grasping fistfuls of his red hair, further messing up his already mussed
ponytail, and bit his lower lip, tugging on it lewdly.
He growled at her, holding her tightly as he moved up off of his heels, inched
down the bed with her in his arms, and threw her down forcefully, immediately
pressing himself over her. Ginny had never felt so out of control before in her
life and she was loving it, but mostly because it was Bill. She was safe with
him, she trusted him and knew he'd never hurt her, she loved him and knew he
loved her, so she knew it was okay to give her power over her. In fact, she
desperately wanted to give away her power to someone, for once. And looking at
him hovering above her, panting like a dog in heat, his long hair falling over
his face and onto hers, she let herself go limp and fully let go.
As if he could sense what she was thinking, he fully took charge. Bill lifted
the silky nightdress up and over his sister's head and tore off her matching
panties. He drank in the sight of her naked white body with his eyes and hands,
smoothing them over her thighs, sides, stomach, and breasts. He moved up her
neck and under her jaw, caressing the sides of her face as he leaned down to
kiss her gently. His hands moved back down and ran over her arms which were
splayed on either side of her wild red mane. His fingers locked in hers as he
lowered his pelvis down to hers and kissed her again. As Bill began to grind
onto his sister's mound, she bent her knees, spreading her legs wider open for
better access. She moaned against his lips and arched her back, her hardened
nipples rubbing tantalizingly against his sweat-slicked chest. His cock was so
hard now, that it was spreading her pussy lips through his briefs and the front
of the briefs were completely soaked from her wetness and his precum.
As the head of his cock was pressing into her opening, the siblings groaned in
pained pleasure, the fire of desperate yearning aching in them. The material of
his underwear only allowed him to go so far in her, and they quickly couldn't
stand being separated from each other any further. Bill withdrew his left hand
from hers and without breaking their passionate kiss, removed his briefs,
discarding them carelessly on the floor. With his free hand, he positioned his
throbbing erection at her drenched entrance, rubbing the wetness on his tip
fervidly. He slid his slicked head up to tease her clit for a moment, eliciting
a moan of approval. Bill moved his hand under his dick and pushed a finger into
his little sister's tight cunt to prepare her for his thick shaft. When he
began to finger her, inserting a second finger and spreading her vaginal walls
wide, Ginny released his other hand and thrust both of hers into his hair,
deepening the kiss. This drove Bill wild and he couldn't take it anymore, so he
withdrew his fingers and moved his erection back down to her opening.
"Ginny." Bill broke the kiss and moved his head back to look down at the
beautiful young girl he was unfortunately entranced by. "Gin… this… this isn't
okay…"
"I know, Bill." The fair-skinned girl ran her fingers through his hair and
smiled weakly up at her brother. "I know it's wrong. But… I've never wanted
anymore the way I want you. I want you more than you could ever know. I
needyou, Bill. I always have. I always will. I need you inside of me."
"Ginny… I love you." He stared down at Ginny, counting her classic Weasley
freckles that matched his own, tears welling in his eyes. He didn't want to do
this. To violate his baby sister like this. To stretch her young pussy with his
mature cock, but he had to. He needed to. His flesh was overruling his
conscience, and his dick was pulsing in anticipation at the thought of
penetrating his sister. Even right now, he couldn't believe that he they were
doing this. He wanted to fuck his sister so bad that he could barely feel his
disgust anymore. Lust was clouding his vision, fogging up his brain, the
electricity in his skin was shorting out the circuits of thought and self-
control. He had been reduced to his bases impulses, he was just an animal now,
a ravenous beast in the wild in a mating frenzy about to satisfy his urges by
taking what he wanted right here and now.
"I love you, too, Bill." And with that, he plunged into her. Ignoring all of
his better judgment, he fucked his sister with wanton abandon. He fucked her
like their lives depended on it, and he grunted and groaned until his throat
was sore and his mouth dry. The feeling of being inside of her made him feel
alive like he'd never felt before. He felt warm, complete, home. He felt like
this is where he was always meant to be. He never wanted to leave, and he never
wanted to stop fucking her.
Ginny was matching Bill's grunts and groans with her own, but where his were
deep and throating, hers were soft and breathy. When he would ram into her
particularly forcefully and stop for a moment, pushing as deep as he could go,
she would cry out a high pitched sound that sounded like a bell being struck.
Her noises drove Bill crazy, and his grunts made Ginny even wetter. As his cock
drove in and out of her, she squeezed her muscles around his shaft, increasing
the friction. They were lost in ecstasy, nothing else existed except their
bodies joining together with their hearts. They claimed each other with mouth
and soul, and when they were too overcome with ardor to even kiss anymore, when
Ginny was writhing around frantically, clawing at her brother's muscular back,
Bill reached a hand down and pressed down on his sister's clit. He only had to
circle his finger on it for a moment before her orgasm rose up and crashed over
her, drowning her in bliss. She screamed and bucked her hips, arching her back
and grabbing Bill's hair so tightly she almost ripped it out. Seeing his baby
sister cumming under him, feeling her pussy walls clamping around his rock hard
cock, knowing that it was he who was making her cum, Bill lost it as his climax
came, too. Ginny's cum face turned Bill on so much that he felt like he shot
out more cum than he ever had before. Just when he thought he'd done, another
spurt would come and he felt more liquid escape him.
The sensation of the raw oversensitivity that succeeded their climaxes drove
them wild and they were panting and wanting to keep going, though they knew
they couldn't. Utterly exhausted, Bill let his elbows go out and he fell atop
his sister. She hugged him for a moment as they tried to catch their breath
before finally breaking the silence in a pained voice.
"Uh, Bill?"
"Yeah?"
"You're… kinda crushing me…."
"Oh! Sorry!" Bill pushed himself up and rolled to the side so that he was lying
next to Ginny instead of on top of her. "You okay?" He looked very concerned as
he stroked her face, but she just laughed and turned toward him, snuggling up
to his side, their sweat mixing as their skin slid against each other.
"Yeah, don't worry. You're just uh… a lot bigger than me." She giggled as she
sidled up to him and rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arm across
his broad, tattooed chest. She lazily noted the difference in their skin tones
and wondered if she could get that tan if she went out in the day more often.
"Ginny." Bill's tone was serious now, but she pretended not to notice.
"Mmm?" She voiced without raising her head. She felt his body tense under her.
"Ginny… we can't do that again… I mean… God, please tell me you're…"
"Yes, don't worry. I got a birth protection potion." He seemed to relax a bit.
"Still…"
"Yeah… I know…" Ginny finally became a bit more serious herself as she thought
about the repercussions of their actions. Could their relationship ever be the
same again? Would she ever be able to be with anyone else now that she'd gotten
to be with the one person she'd always secretly wanted? She didn't want to
think about any of it yet, though. She didn't want to go back to real life
where she was Ginny, the maneater, the serial dater, the never girlfriend, the
one you fuck, but never make love to. Bill loved her, and she felt it when he
was inside of her. She was afraid of losing that feeling, of never feeling
loved like that again. So she wasn't going to let reality ruin it for her. At
least not just yet. "I know, Bill, but can we… can we just stay like this for a
little bit longer? Please?"
She felt her brother sigh deeply under her before he responded. "Yeah. Yeah,
okay."
"Bill?"
"Yeah, Ginny?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
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