The End Is The Beginning Is The End

The scent of sex overpowered any might chance upon them.

Ginny Weasley was confused, lost in a haze of pleasure.

‘Roll her over Fred.’

‘But I wanted to do her from behind George.’

I want to disappear.

But Ginny had no control over that.  She had no control over anything really.

Everything seemed to be improving.  Fred & George and she and Hermione united an enormous number of people in a short time.

But then everything kind of went down hill after that.

Boundaries ceased to exist.  It was a society where literally anything went.

George started it.  He would come into her room at night and he would put it in her.  She thought that so long as she lay still and imagined she were somewhere else it would end quickly.

She couldn’t tell anyone.  There were so many things more important, she thought.

How stupid she had been.

Because one day he brought Fred.

And now this is what happened.

She regretted not going with Hermione. She regretted so many things.

But now there was only sex.  Her brothers, who seemed to fight over her like she was their exclusive property.

She was used to taking two dicks at the same time.

It no longer hurt.

She obediently mounted the twin in front of her—George?  Fred?  Who knew.  They seemed to have become the same person.

It felt good, the sensation of being full.  She didn’t have to think about anything.  She didn’t have to think about the wrong things or the right things.

The other twin pushed her so that she was laying flat, her breasts smashed against—George’s?—chest.  She released a deep sigh.

‘Such a slut, aren’t you?’

She felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine.

Fred was easing his cock into her as well.  She felt her anus stretch, and welcomed the pain and the pleasure.

And they began to move in unison.  In, out, in out.

Ginny closed her eyes and just let herself drift away.  She could fade away like this.  She could just be their slut.  Because as long as she was that, she didn’t have to hate her life.