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I am getting up to modern day, I swear it! This chapter has been edited rather harshly, and if you want the full version, go to http://www.adult-fanfiction.org and look me up.
Much of the inspiration for the sex scenes in this came from Laure Alexander\'s wonderful [url=http://www.angelfire.com/la/sexybuffy/Laure.html]The Erotic Adventures of Willow and Spike[/url], and a whole ton of Ron/Ginny stories over at [url=http://afa.expecto-patronum.net]A Family Affair[/url].
Flames will be used to help light fires.

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December 1996

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“Ron?”
The posters on the wall had been replaced with those of tew tew teams and the orange bedspread had faded from the strokes of countless sunbeams over the years.
Ginny was older now. She was taller too. Her too small nightshirt was still cotton, but was no longer so innocent – lips had replaced the hand-sewn bows and ribbons that decorated her old nightgowns. Thunderstorms no longer scared her – what scared her now was much more sinister than that. But in the habit of many years, she still ran to her brother when the dark nights became too much.

Ron looked up from his comic to see his sister standing in the doorframe, tears slipping down her face. “Hey Gin. Tom again?”

It was the nightmares that woke Ginny. Even now, during her 5th year. She and Ron had come home to the Burrow at their parents’ request, ing ing Harry and Hermione at Hogwarts.

“Yes. Can I come in?”

Ron simply sat up and opened his arms for his little sister. She quickly walked across the room and climbed into his lap, dislodging his magazine. He loosely wrapped his arms around her, leaning his chin on her head. “Did he do anything this time?”

Ginny shuddered as she began to speak. “It was down in the chamber...he tried to make me do things, but when I couldn’t...didn’t know how, he brought in another girl...I have no idea who she was, all I could really see was her black hair. Once he had finished with her, Harry came in – she knew how to do things to him...things that he liked.”

Ron hummed into Ginny’s hair. “I have those with Hermione – only without the Voldemort. Malfoy Junior almost always turns up – maybe the dream weavers are trying to tell us something,” he joked. She laughed, and he pushed her gently off his lap onto to the bed beside him. “Now, where did my comic go?”

This had become a tradition for them ever since Ginny had started to suffer from the post-Chamber nightmares. She would come and see Ron, the only person she knew who would listen and not judge – someone she knew who would love her, unconditionally. He would listen, and she would stay with him for a while. Sometimes they would talk, other times they would read together, or just sit, lost in thought.

This time, Ginny reclined on the bed beside her brother, staring up at the ceiling, musing about her dream. She had tried keeping a dream journal like Ron’s for Divination, but had found that it hadn’t worked – her dreams were far too disturbing to place upon pap
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Ron had nearly finished his comic when the thought came to Ginny. “Ron?”

“I thought you were asleep,” he looked over his shoulder at her.

“What if our dreams were right? What if we need to practice those ‘skills’ to get the ones we want? – I know you’ve been after Hermione for years, and my...admiration of Harry is, unfortunately, public knowledge.”

He lay down and rolled over onto his stomach beside her. “What do you mean?”

“What if the only way we are going to be able to keep the ones we love is if we have some ability in the bedroom?”

“I’d settle for just having Hermione, Gin,” he grumbled. “We’re both still single, you know.”

“But once you have her - which shouldn’t be too long once we’re back at school, don’t you want to be able to make her happy in all the areas of your relationship? I’m pretty sure that if I were Hermione, I wouldn’t want to put up with the virgin fumblings of a 16 year old.”

“Hey! It’s not like you have a lot of experience either!”

“What if we could change that?”

He slowly sat up. “Pardon?”

“What if, over these holidays, we could get some experience in how to act in bed with someone? Don’t you think that that would help our relationships?”

Ron was Incredulous. “What are you saying – that we should sleep together?”

Ginny sighed softly. “We wouldn’t have to go all the way – just, you know, muck around to get an idea of how things work...”

“I know how things work – what do you think this stack of magazines Fred & George gave me when they moved out is for?”

He handed her an open magazine. On it, two brunette witches smiled coyly up at her, before bending over each other and touching their tongues to the others ‘place’.

“But shouldn’t you at least practice on someone you know who won’t go blabbing before you try it on Hermione? What these ‘models’ like, and what real women like could be completely different.”

Seeing her brother’s willpower starting to fade, she leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, directly under his ear. He shivered at the contact, and she pressed herself closer to him, slipping her hands down his shirt, tracing the muscles formed over last years Quidditch season. As her hands fluttered down and began to circle around his belly button, he groaned softly.

“Gin...”

“Ssh. It’s natural – let your feelings do the thinking. Just let go...”

Slowly, still unsure of what he was doing, he turned so he was facing her on the bed. He had wanted to try some of the things he had seen in the magazines, and figured that now was the time. He thought back to a particularly explicit one, and slowly moved closer to Ginny.

Carefully, he leant down and pressed a small, chaste kiss onto her shoulder, then another further down. Her skin was so much softer than his, he mused. He worked his way right down the top of her nightgown, brushing her skin with his lips. When he reached the lowest point, he stopped, and moved upwards to kiss Ginny. The kiss was gentle at first, but as he was investigating the small dent in her bottom lip with his tongue, he felt her mouth open. Her tongue crept out to touch his and their mouths sealed together. He moved, in order to get better access to the fascinating new place his tongue was exploring. Twin gasps echoed across the room as Ron’s movement brought their bodies into alignment.

Suddenly, Ginny pulled her mouth from her brother’s and grabbing her wand, winked at Ron. “Silencing and locking spells,” she explained as she waved her wand at the door. Suddenly, an idea struck her and she pointed her wand at Ron’s crotch.

“What was that one?”

“Contraception spell – it works on men for twenty-four hours.”

“Oh.” As he brought their mouths together again, one of his hands found its way around her neck, his fingers wound themselves into her thick, wavyr; ar; and the other slipped around her waist, pressing her slim frame to his. Gently, he rolled them so that she was below him and once again, started to work his way down her chest with his mouth. She gasped in delight as his mouth found one of her nipples through the worn cotton of her nightdress.

Her hands flew into his hair as she arched her chest into his mouth and the fingers of his other hand slowly made their way up under the hem of her nightshirt. She shivered as he gently ran a finger up the length of her thigh, and ran it around the edge of her panties, not quite dipping inside them. The gentle, almost chaste touch of his fingers was a direct contrast to the assault on her body made by his mouth – he had moved from one nipple to the other, teasing them into stiff peaks under her sodden gown. Ginny’s brain finally managed to take control of her arms, and she struggled to try and pull Ron’s shirt off, eager to evoke some of the same feelings in him. He was a lot better than she had thought he’d be – and was doing a lot more than she thought he would have.

Realising that it would be impossible for her to get his shirt off, let alone any other articles of clothing while he was still attached to her chest, Ginny realised it was time to cut her losses and pulled herself away from him. When he attempted to follow, she gently put her fingers to his lips.

“Sssh. It’ll be a lot better if we have less clothing on, you know,” she teased him.

“I don’t know, Gin...This has been fun, but do you really want to do...this?”

She reached in and kissed him firmly. “Yes. And by the looks of things, you do too.”

He followed her eyes down, and shat hat she was referring to. “Ah.”

He reached for his shirt, however she stopped him.

“Let me...” She quickly pulled his it off and ran her fingers down his chest, her nails leaving a trail of red skin in their wake. They dipped around his belly button, and found the elastic at the top of his pyjama pants, where, before she lost all of her courage, she grabbed them and pulled them down. Much to her surprise, and pleasure, Ron had forgone underwear that night. His little soldier was released from its restrictions, the purple head gleaming with wetness. Her hands itched to touch it, but just as they reached down to claim their prize, he brushed them away.

“Sauce for the gander...” His fingers took hold of the hem of her gown, and slowly bunched it up. As each inch of her flesh was revealed, he bent down and kissed it gently. Finally, he pulled it off completely, and kissed her nose. She swatted him away, and moved down his body till she was at his crotch. His eyes widened at what she was about to do, and he started to protest.

“Gin...you don’t need to...”

She ignored him, and simply opened her mouth and sucked in his tip. Tangling his hands in her hair, Ron held on for dear life as her inexperienced lips and tongue teased his cock. He forced himself to remain still, fighting the urge to tighten his hands in her hair and fuck her mouth. The feeling was so good...he became almost completely enthralled at the sensations. The scrape of her bottom teeth along the underside of his cock nearly sent him out of his skin. He gritted his teeth and flung his head back to stare blindly at the ceiling.

Ginny was surprised at the taste. It was nowhere near as unpleasantshe she had imagined it might be. As her lips moved hesitantly along the hard staff, a feeling of giddiness began to creep over her. Pulling her mouth back to the very tip, she glanced up and saw Ron staring at the ceiling. Grinning, her free hand slipped up his leg to gently finger his testicles, wondering how receptive they were.

When her lips joined her hand and delicately sucked the sack into her mouth, Ron groaned from deep in his throat and his hands tightened in her hair. As she sucked, she rubbed her cheek against his penis, circling the tip with her fingers and scraping her nails over the hard skin.

\"Gin!\"

The involuntarily cry of her name caused her to glance up again. Ron was staring down at her with wild eyes and a tic in his cheek which fascinated her. With a smile, she ran her tongue back up the length of him and used her hand to guide him back inside.

The closing of her hot mouth around him was all it took. Ron came in sudden spurts, thrusting into her mouth.

Surprised, Ginny gaped up at him as a salty fluid began to fill her mouth, then she clamped down on him again, sucking him in, but not swallowing. She tried not to choke as she remembered hearing other girls talking about liking it – she found it disgusting, and was planning to spit it out once he was finished.

Holding her head still, Ron grunted as he filled her with his semen. The tiny part of him that had managed to remratirational, wondered at how she knew how to do that; the rest of his mind was gloriously empty.

Finally, Ginny felt him soften and his hands fell away from her head. Pulling back, she discreetly spat into a tissue from the box on the table and let her hands fall to the bed. Ron simply panted, gazing mindlessly at the ceiling. Slowly, his breath slowed, and he felt ready to continue.

Ron reached up and pulled her down to him, realigning their bodies. He gently stroked above her curls, while she reached down and traced meaningless designs on his upper thigh.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Why don’t you find out?”

Carefully, his hands slipped further down, parting her et pet place and feeling the wetness there. He traced with his fingertips down to the source of it, and very carefully pushed a finger inside. Ginny groaned, and he could feel her tightening slightly on his finger. He knew how wide he was, and didn’t want her to be any more uncomfortable than he knew she would be. After stroking her with one finger, he slowly added a second, then a third, stretching hn ann anticipation for the upcoming activities. He could feel her excitement building, and just before he thought she was going to fall over the edge Ron withdrew his fingers.

“Ron!”

He pushed her legs open and slid down between them. He braced himself on the bed as he settled himself above her. Ginny reached down to give him a hand to position himself, and soon he was slowly sliding into her. Ginny moaned as he filled her. It hurt...a little...but also felt so good. Her fingers bit into his shoulders and her knees clenched his hips.

Ron nuzzled his mouth between her breasts, then took one nipple between his teeth. As he nipped, she yelped and he thrust all the way inside her.

She cried out in pain and pushed at his chest. Gritting his teeth, Ron forced himself to remain still inside her, then bent and kissed the tears from her cheeks.

“Shit, Gin, I’m so sorry...” He froze, unsure of what to do. The pain began to fade, replaced by slowly growing sparks of pleasure. Ginny’s tears stopped and her eyes opened. He was watching her. She gave him a tremulous smile.

“It’s okay – the pain’s fading. You can move now.” He pulled back and then thrust again. This time her cry had nothing to do with pain.

Grinning, Ron leaned down and kissed her as he thrust into her with increasing speeinnyinny returned his kiss with an unfamiliar hunger, forgetting for the moment who she was with. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his hips and she clutched him to her. Her hips thrust up against his and the pain totally disappeared. She felt so full and the tight pleasure was building again.

“Faster...” she moaned. He complied, pushing himself into her harder and faster. Her hands reached down to where they were joined, and she started to rub her clit. His hand came up to join hers, and it wasn’t long until she tipped over the edge. Ron continued pumping, coming soon after her as the incredible tightness became even tighter during her climax.

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Ron and Ginny lay there, post climax, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Well, now that I have an idea as to how things are supposed to work –” Ginny grinned and Ron, and rolled over to look at the clock. “I’d better get back to my room. Do thi think we need to repeat this?”

As Ginny’s words reached him, Ron’s eyes suddenly opened in realisation, and he pulled away from Ginny as if she was poisonous. He had just slept with his sister. “Gin!”

“What?”

“We just...just...just...” he looked around shiftily, and whispered to her quietly. “Committed...incest.”

“Yes, Ron, I was there.”

“Oh gods...” His eyes filled with tears, and he stood up quickly. “Leave...you need to leave...” he moved around to the other side of the bed, and tugged Ginny out of it. “Go, now, before anyone realises...” He was pushing her towards the door.

“Ron! What has gotten into you? Stop!”

“I’m so sorry Ginny, so, so sorry.”

“What? Don’t be sorry...” She wrenched her arm out of her brother’s grasp, and looked at him.

He ducked his head so as not to meet her gaze. “I’ll never forgive myself for this, Gin...go back to bed. Just go. I...I need time to deal...”

He pushed her out of the door, and headed off to the shower. Ginny was left staring after him, wondering what had tipped her brother over the head...he had seemed a willing participant at the time...