Baby Sister

Warning for underage sex (touching and rubbing, no penetration).

Set at Christmas 1989: Ginny is eight, Charlie has just turned 17 and he's in sixth year at Hogwarts.


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Charlie is her second brother, and he's wonderful. Ginny's always known that, of course, because Charlie's so brave and funny, and he knows everything about Quidditch, and he takes her flying whenever she asks. But that Christmas she finds out just how wonderful he is.

It's been over a month since Bill went away.

Ginny misses him so much, it hurts; most of all on Sunday mornings, when there's no one to play with her and kiss her and make her feel special. She cries. And then he's supposed to come home for Christmas, but the Gringotts goblins send him to Egypt! It's a fine opportunity for Bill, Dad says, but that doesn't make Ginny any less disappointed; though she tries not to show how sad she feels, because she's not a selfish girl, she really isn't. But she cries some more, and quarrels with Ron for no reason, and barely says hello when Charlie, Percy, and the twins come back from Hogwarts for the holidays. That Sunday she stays in her room and rubs the place between her legs, and it feels sort of good... but it's not the same, not at all the same without someone to look at her and hold her tight.

Things start getting better on Christmas Day.

First of all, when Ginny wakes up and rummages through her stocking, she finds a beautiful pink hair-ribbon with a note: "Look under the tree. Love, Bill." And when she rushes downstairs to join the rest of the family in unwrapping gifts, she finds the one she's looking for straight away: a foot-long heavy package that feels like... "A book?" squeals Ginny, tearing off the paper. "Is it a book?"

It is - and oh, what a book! Red, gold, green, covered in fancy letters and curvy lines, with a great many little people and houses and animals.

Tales for Little Witches, says the glittering title.

"For the best baby sister in the world, with lots of love from Bill and Charlie," says the message inside the cover.

Ginny turns to find Charlie watching her; she rushes over to give him a hug, and he catches her up in his arms and spins her around as she shrieks with laughter.

"So you like the book, then?" he asks with a grin.

"Yeah, I guess it's all right," she says, giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

"From both of us," he says. "Hey, want a bed-time story tonight?"

"Oooh, yes!"

"Great!" Charlie smiles into her eyes. "Bill told me to look after you, Gin."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Keep you happy, and all that."

Ginny hugs him again, bouncing with delight in his arms, and hoping that Bill is having a happy Christmas too.

It's a day of carols, snowball-fights, playing with presents, new pranks from the twins, and a big noisy Christmas dinner. Ginny wears Bill's hair-ribbon, which matches the pale pink of her short full skirt; a frilly white blouse, white woollen tights, and shiny black shoes complete the picture, and she feels very pretty. Charlie thinks so too, as he tells her when he lets her taste a bit of egg-nog; she giggles, licking the sweet creamy stuff from his finger, and gives him another kiss -- explaining that the first one was for the book, but this one's just because she loves him.

"Same here." And he holds her close in another hug, warm and strong.

Later, she's twirling beneath the Christmas tree to a Celestina Warbeck song. Her skirt flies up, her hair goes everywhere; she's giddy and giggly when she stops at last, and Mum and Dad applaud her dancing.

"Bed-time, Ginny."

"Oh, Mum! Not yet!"

"Now, dear."

Ginny's next protest is cut off when Charlie puts an arm around her, leaning down to whisper in her ear: "I'll be up in a minute to read you that story. And -- keep those clothes on, all right? I like you like that."

So Ginny climbs the stairs to her room, where she combs her hair and re-ties the ribbon. There's a pleasant kind of excitement fizzing through her; a warm, happy feeling made of Christmas and family... dancing and fun... Charlie and the way he's been looking at her all day.

She picks up the big story-book, heaving at it with both hands, and climbs onto her own special chair. Well, it used to be Grandpa Prewett's armchair, but when he died and Mum got his furniture, Ginny fell in love with this chair and it's lived in her room ever since. It's huge, with more than enough room for three little girls her size, and covered in something brown and velvety-nice. Sometimes it's a ship and she's the captain; with a sheet thrown over it, it becomes a house; most often, it's her best place for curling up to read, play, or just think.

She waits, facing the door; and while she waits she leafs through the book, glad to see so many brightly-colored pictures, some of which look familiar. There! She recognizes the tale of the swans at once -- an old favorite, for Ginny always sees herself in the story of the princess-witch with lots of brothers.

What beautiful pictures! The swans flap their wings, and the sea sparkles in the moonlight. And there are some little drawings in the margins, too -- Ginny peers at them more closely, and -- "Oh!" -- her mouth drops open in astonishment, and she can't look away, for there the princess and her brothers are doing the most amazing things. In one drawing the brothers are kissing the princess, undressing her and touching her all over; in another the princess kneels before a brother, taking him into her mouth; then she's held up by two brothers, while others spread her legs wide and one thrusts into her, hard and fast -- the princess smiles at Ginny from the page, raising her hands to rub at her own full breasts, pinching the nipples; and in the next drawing she is sucking one brother while another moves rapidly against her from behind, and the others wave at Ginny as they wait their turn; and the drawings go on and on -- leaving Ginny a little breathless as she turns the pages, with an urgent throbbing between her legs, and a hundred questions --

"Ready, Gin?"

She looks up to find Charlie watching her from the doorway. He stays there another moment, not moving, just looking -- and Ginny's excitement bubbles over in a grin to match his own as she jumps off the chair and holds out her arms.

Charlie laughs. He closes the door behind him and slips off his robes, leaving him in a blue t-shirt and tight jeans. Then he sweeps Ginny off her feet and settles into the armchair, holding her on his lap.

"There, all comfy?"

She nods, wriggling into place: her back against his warm, solid chest, her legs parting as she relaxes into his arms.

"Really been looking forward to this, all day," he says, his breath tickling her ear. "You look gorgeous, Gin! Sweet enough to eat."

She squirms, blushing a bit, and turns her head to look up into his familiar freckled face, his hot blue eyes.

"Mmm, yeah... like that, all pink and white and innocent-looking -- and then I can't stop thinking about what Bill told me -- well, you know..."

She blinks at him. "What?"

"Nothing you don't like, I promise!" He looks very serious for a moment. "I mean it. If you don't want to -- well, anything, I'll stop right away. Gryffindor honor!"

She nods again, feeling that anything would be just fine with a brother like Charlie, whose strong arms around her make her feel so tiny and precious, so safe and loved. She trusts him completely, as she does when he takes her flying.

"All right, Gin?"

Her eager "Yes!" is swallowed up when he bends his head and touches his lips to hers.

It makes her wonder how she's lasted over a month without kissing! Oh, such delicious kisses - not quite like Bill's, but something bold and wild and very Charlie. Her lips part; his tongue slips into her mouth, tasting her as she tastes him; she melts, returning his kisses with all her strength and a silly little sound that might have been "More!" if she could stop long enough to speak.

When he pulls away, finally, they share a dazed look and burst out laughing, from sheer happiness. Then Charlie picks up his wand from the floor and casts a muffling charm over the room, followed by a charm that makes the Tales book float in front of them at a comfortable height.

"So, which story do you want?"

Ginny picks the one with the swans, of course, and he starts reading.

She loves the story -- but even more, she loves what Charlie does with his hands as he reads. Broad, square, thick-fingered hands, like Mum's; now they are stroking Ginny all over, exploring her body, lingering to play with the frills on her blouse, lifting her feet to toy with her patent-leather shoes. "No, keep them on," he says when she reaches for the buckles. She feels as if she's meeting her second brother properly for the very first time -- getting to know him as he touches her, learning more about him every time he breaks off reading and bends to nuzzle her neck, with a "mmm-mm" of delight that sets her heart pounding.

He caresses her arms, her tummy, her chest; and that part of him is hard now, pressing up against Ginny's bottom. The story builds to its most exciting part. She is hot with wanting, aching for more of his touch.

And then his hands move from her knees, up, up to where her skirt stops at mid-thigh; they linger there, fondling the skirt's silky material as Ginny squirms impatiently -- then they move up again, ever so gently, so slowly -- but then he stops reading, and his hands hesitate.

"This all right? Do you -- Can I --?"

That's when she grabs one of his hands in both her own and pulls it right to the place that needs his touch the most. He gasps -- she grinds against his hand as he rubs her through the fabric of her tights and knickers -- she moans aloud in pleasure, and he gasps again as her bottom wriggles uncontrollably against the front of his jeans.

The good feeling -- the really good feeling she's missed so much since Bill left -- is sudden and stronger than ever, shaking her whole body. "Charlie!" she screams, writhing in his arms. "Oh, Charlie!"

He tenses beneath her. "Oh, fuck -- yes, now, Ginny!" And he pushes up against her, really fast, grunting "yes" and "yes" and "oh yes" until he falls back, spent and breathing hard.

Ginny turns so she's sideways on Charlie's lap, cuddling against him, and he holds her tight, kissing the top of her head; they rest that way, floating down together.

Some time later, Charlie finishes reading the story. Then he undresses his little sister, slowly and carefully, petting her and pressing gentle kisses to her shoulders, her elbows, her tummy, her bottom -- making her giggle a lot, though she's a bit disappointed that he puts on his robes before she can ask to see him all bare, like he's seeing her. Finally he slips her favorite pink-roses nightdress over her head and tucks her into bed.

"Well," he says, with the grin that won't go away, "did you like that, Gin?"

She nods. Like it? Silly Charlie! She loved every moment!

"Want to do it again?"

"Oooh, yes!"

"Great! Let's have you in your nightie tomorrow." He looks at her, considering. "Got any white ones?"

"Ye-es... well, white with a bit of pink ribbon... but it's a summer nightie, Charlie! And I've grown out of it, really, so it's sort of short..."

"Not a problem," he says, patting her on the head. "You just put it on tomorrow night, and I'll come and... read you another story, okay?"

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TBC