The Waterhole

Author's Note: So sorry for the delay! I meant to submit this sooner, but had some document formatting trouble.



Here is chapter three! Thank you for your reviews! :D



Question: Do you feel things in this chapter go too fast and as a result seem out of character? This worried me whilst writing.



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THE WATERHOLE

A Ron/Ginny fanfic



by lordoberon



Chapter Three



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Ginny's POV

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Ron! All for the past three days, her heart had sung with his name. She was in love. She was in love with her own brother, and it was absolutely perfect.



Now, Ginny had no need for magazines if she was feeling dissatisfied. All she had to do was remember Ron masturbating to her, moaning her name...his beautiful, big hands with their long fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock. She felt a bit guilty and weird longing for her brother's body, at first. But then she just focused on the image and pushed her thoughts away. She touched herself and remembered his cock, slick and hard, and his hands...and his kisses...and she imagined him kissing her in all the other places. There were so many places!



On the fourth day since their admitted love, Ginny got a chance to be with Ron alone. Fred and George had gone back to their shop for the week. Mum and dad were going to the bills counselor to discuss the new change in finances now that dad had been promoted. Percy was never home anymore, and Bill, Fleur, and Charlie were in foreign countries.



So Ginny was a little disappointed when she came downstairs and found Ron sleeping on the couch. He had snitched a book from her shelf, she realized. When had he done that? It was one of the old classics, "Jezebel the Witch." They had read it together when they were little before Ron decided her books were "for girls."



Ginny picked up the book from the floor and frowned. Ron was one of those people who just lay the book on the floor to keep his place. Hermione was a stickler for bookmarks. Ginny, she liked to just remember the page numbers. What she didn't like was that Ron had bent the corner of one page. She skimmed it.



Ah. Jezebel was a beautiful, redheaded witch whose beauty was incomparable to many. So, Ron had been thinking of her after all? She smiled. He only pretended to be oblivious to so many things at school. In truth, Ron was a little more perceptive. And he wasn't forgetful, either. He truly cared.



Ginny bent down and shoved Ron's shoulder so that he lay on his side instead of his stomach. He always did that. He made a little sigh in his sleep but otherwise made no sign of waking.



"Ron," Ginny grumbled. "You are so hopeless."



Her hand was still on his shoulder. Ginny looked down and her gaze went up and down Ron's body. He wore an old shirt that fit him too tightly, and a pair of boxer shorts with Quaffles on them. She rolled her eyes.



"Maybe if I sit on him he'll wake up."



So she pushed him onto his back and put her legs on either side of his waist and sat on him. Nope, no response! Just a mumble. Ginny leant down to press her nose into her brother's warm neck. Ron was always so warm, even if he less stout than the twins and more tall and lanky. God, Ron was tall. But Ginny liked it. It was attractive. She had even heard some of the girls at school whispering about him before.



Ginny wanted to touch his skin, because he smelled familiar and it made her want him. If only he was awake, then she could kiss him. She moved her nose up the length of his neck, and then slowly bit down on his ear. Then, tentatively, she let her tongue slip out and lick, tracing the shell of his ear.



"Mmm...Ron...Ron, Ron..." She moved her tongue more over his ear, sucking with her mouth, nibbling with her teeth. Her heart beat wildly as she heard a low moaning response from Ron. So Ginny sucked harder, and then thrust her tongue deeper and wiggled it.



This got a low groan from Ron, and a bit of shifting movement. She checked, and his eyes were still closed. What a sloth.



Ginny edged her position down and pulled up Ron's shirt. He has good abs, she thought to herself. Absentmindedly she traced the shape of them, pressed her palm over the hard muscles. Then her hand moved up his torso, and tickled over pink nipples. He thought she hadn't noticed how sensitive he was there.



With a mischevious smile on her face, Ginny leant her down and licked over a nipple. If he was awake, she would feel much more shy. Even as she licked she wondered to herself, how far should I go? It doesn't even feel totally wrong anymore...not enough to stop. It feels just wrong enough that I want it more...



Ginny shivered. The forbidden had always intrigued her. She liked the stories where it was tough for a couple to get together because of constrainments on them, or awkward surroundings.



"Mmm, Ginny..." Ron's voice was low and husky. Ginny swallowed. This was hot. His voice sounded so erotic.



"Ginny? Wha..?



Oh no! He was awake! Ginny shoved herself off and in an effort to untangle herself from Ron fell to the floor in an ungainly leap. Her bleary-eyed brother stared down at her, his eyes wide.



"Were you sitting on me?"



Ginny stood up and rubbed her legs together. Why had she been so forward? Now she was wet, and here she was all alone with Ron. He had felt so guilty the other day. Now she felt guilty, too. What were they doing? This was so risky. Maybe she should end this craziness right now.



But no, Ginny told herself. She didn't want to end it. She remembered how mad she had been over Ron in the past. It was she who had kissed him. It was she who had run to him, wanting to admit her feelings. She had taken the initiative. So now, there was no backing away.



"Um...Yes. I was."



Ginny sighed and sat down next to him, expecting a reprimanding or confusion.



Instead, Ron looked over at her, saying, "Boy, I wish I'd been awake for that."



Ginny laughed. Oh, Ron! He always made her laugh. Unless he was being really stupid, but this was cute. She noticed how her laugh made this adorable little blush and smile come to his face.



"You wouldn't wake up. So I tried to wake you up. Your left ear is all wet, you know."



Ron touched his ear with prodding fingers, and then stared at her. "You..." He couldn't even finish the sentence. Out of surprise? Out of lust? Ginny nodded in response to his silent question.



"Can you do it again," he murmured. He was staring straight ahead at the wall, but he was asking her if she would do it again.



Ginny felt like her heart had leapt into her throat, and so she nodded dumbly. Slowly, she eased herself up on all fours and crawled the couple inches closer to him on the couch. Then, closing her eyes, she brought her mouth to Ron's neck again.



She worked slow kisses up his neck, feeling him trembling beside her. When her tongue touched his ear he moaned, and that was encouraging. It made her feel like less of a slut and more of just, a girl trying to please her brother. She wanted to make him happy, and he happened to love her, and she happened to love him. So why not make him happy?



Her tongue stroked up and down Ron's ear, all around. When she thrust it down again, Ron groaned, and her name came out a gasp on his lips, "Ginny...!"



His body turned towards her and put his hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him. She was stunned as he daringly slid his hands under her legs, pulling her to sit in his lap.



"Ron..."



His hands were on her waist, pulling her body closer to his. Her breasts pressed up against his chest, and she shivered as he drew his hands slowly up her back.



"Ron, are you scared?" She whispered.



The hands stilled on her back, and Ron was silent for a moment. Then he asked, "Are you?"



Ginny thought about it. Was she scared? She had to admit she felt a bit nervous, but she wasn't really scared. Ron felt safe. Ron felt strangely right. He was everything she wanted, she had decided it so long ago. No other man or boy made her feel as comfortable as Ron did.



"No. I'm nervous, though."



He laughed. "Me, too."



And then he kissed her. It was a slow kiss, and Ginny wished it would never end. But then he was moving his mouth, up around to kiss over her ear, and then slowly move to trail kisses down her neck. Ginny felt her breath speed up an anticipation. She wanted Ron to touch her.



Ginny put her arms at the hem of his shirt, and pulled. Ron stared at her, and Ginny giggled at how wide and surprised his gaze was. She licked her lips, and that seemed to convince him. He lifted his arms so she could take the shirt off, and she tossed it behind her with a satisfied smile.



Then, she sat back and looked at him. Mmm. Those broad shoulders...muscled arms...She traced her fingers over him, over his shoulders and down his arms. His breath was fast, and she saw him swallow hard, anxious Adam's apple bobbing. She placed her hands over his and slowly, hintingly pushed them up her body.



"Um, Ginny?" His voice was a little crackly. "Are you...are you sure?"



She pressed her hands firmly over his. "Ron, I'm nervous, too. But if you don't, I'll wish that you had. Go ahead."



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Ron's POV

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Go ahead, she said. Go ahead. Like it was as easy as flicking a wand (although, he remembered how annoying and frustrating 'flick and swish' was before he got it). This was huge. Did she understand how huge a step this was for him? He had been desiring his sister for YEARS.



But there was a desperate gleam in her eyes and a nervous twinge of her muscles that told him, Ginny wasn't as confident as she sounded. Sometimes she tried to sound confident for her brothers, but she wasn't as confident as she seemed. He was glad, because it made him feel less chicken.



So with her soft encouraging words in his head, Ron bent down. Slowly, his tongue stroked down over her collarbone. Her body felt so good sitting on his lap. She was wearing a dress, and he knew that her underwear was brushing over his thighs and his groin. He wondered what color they were today. Did she ever wear pink? No, pink seemed like something Lavendar Brown would wear. Ugh. And he bet Luna Lovegood wore neon green undies. Haha! Ginny, he hoped, would wear something red occasionally. Red was sexy. But, he thought that blue was most delicious on her, because of how it contrasted with her hair color.



His tongue wandered down to rest over Ginny's heartbeat. Her breasts were so full beneath him, he wanted to lick them all over. A soft moan broke from her throat as he stroked his tongue down in her cleavage.



Ron couldn't stand it anymore. Dresses were a total mess when it came to this. Would she be okay with what he was about to do?



Shyly, his fingers picked at the hem of her dress. He pressed his thumb against the bare skin of her leg, wondering if it was noticeable enough, hoping it was okay.



Ginny didn't protest when Ron's fingers moved to unzip the back of her dress. She stayed still as he grabbed the hem again. And as Ron pulled her dress up, his whole body trembled, because his hand brushed up the length of her body. Up her soft, pale legs, up the flat stomach, even ghosting over the breasts before the pale green cloth was totally off and he let it fall from his fingers.



Ginny was beautiful. The thought never became repetitive in his brain. But with her sitting like this on his lap, it was an explosion in his head. His breath became ragged and the heat in his body surged south.



She had a plain white bra that hugged her breasts snugly. Her underwear was a pale, almost white blue. And other than that, Ginny was revealed to Ron. Every inch of her...



The long legs...the round ass...those full breasts, and that kissable full mouth...they were all his, all of a sudden. They were all available. It wasn't forbidden fruit, not really, with her smiling at him like that.



He felt his hands sweat, and wiped them on the sides of his trousers. Ron licked his lips, and then he was kissing her again. Her mouth pressed against his, making him moan, and as he did so he tentatively moved a hand up, up to cup a breast.



"Ron," she breathed. "Come with me."



He followed her up to her room. His mind was a haze. He almost wished she would beat him, or turn him away, but no. Ginny wanted him, too. He still couldn't believe it. Mmm, but then those thoughts went away. Her butt was right in front of him, right in his face with every step up the stairs.



As soon as the door was closed, Ron gave in. This was unbearable, waiting. He grabbed Ginny around the waist and pushed them both backward to land on the bed. Ginny gasped as Ron straddled her, and moaned his name in impatience when he sprinkled kisses from collarbone to the little bowtie nestled between her breasts.



So he slid his hand back and the bra fell away. Ron thought he would never be able to breathe again. Her breasts were full, the nipples rosy and peaked in excitement. When he brushed a tentative hand over one, ever so gently, Ginny shivered and gasped his name.



His NAME. Merlin, it was amazing to hear her say it. He felt a sickening twist of guilt and also a wash of pleasure shudder through his body. Every time Ginny said his name like that, in a moan or a gasp, it made him want her more.



It felt good to put his hands on her breasts. He had been dying to touch her like this for so long. Her skin was soft and milky white. When he licked the full underside, Ginny gasped and her thighs clenched against him. Oh, god. Could she feel his cock hardening against her?



Eagerly, but slow enough to savor it (just in case this was a fantastic dream), Ron explored her with his tongue. Slowly, he lapped at a nipple until it grew hard, and then suckled it with a low groan. His hands were on her back, pushing her closer to him.



Ginny was moaning, pulling his hair. Her breath made her breasts heave beneath his caresses. He sucked and licked, one, and then the other. She moaned in encouragement as he slowly massaged the left while licking over the right. When he pulled back to get his breath, Ginny became brave. Ron felt a shiver slither down his spine as his sister slid her fingers down his torso. Each touch of a finger was like a sizzling hot poker that made the fire within him burn hotter.



"G-Ginny," he spluttered, when her fingers pressed over his belt and she arched an eyebrow in implication. She pushed him over and made him sit on the edge of the bed, and then sat on his lap again, this time with her back against his chest. Her skin was like heaven rubbing his, and his cock pulsed and twitched with her soft ass right above it.



Tenderly, Ron stroked her thigh with a soft murmur of her name. "Ginny," he whispered, "Tell me if you want me to stop. I can stop if you want me to." But only if you want me to, he thought, because otherwise I could go on forever. He groaned as he felt his cock pulse in agreement.



Ginny slid off his lap and lay down on the floor. He stared as her finger slid down to play with the waistband of her panties.



"Ron," she said, blushing. "Do you mind if I try every crazy thing I could never try on other boys? I...I don't even know what I'm doing, but I'm curious. It wouldn't bother you, right?"



Ron bit his lip to hold back the moan that wanted to escape. She wanted to try crazy stuff with him? Oh, he was so ready. He was so ready for anything. The Weasley family had a reputation for being unconventional (even amongst wizarding families), and Ron knew that those tastes included the bedroom.



"I...I don't mind," he said. "Um. I, um..." he looked away from her up at the ceiling and the poster of the Weird Sisters. He gulped.



"I actually...uh...l-look forward t-to..." He waved his hand in a swirly motion. Did she get that? What had he just said?



Ginny laughed, and the nervousness of the moment was shattered by her lovely, tinkling laugh.



"Okay, Ron. I get it."



And then she took off her panties. Ron swallowed hard. Jeezus. His sister was like every man's dream come true. Why hadn't he realized this before? He knew she'd been called a bit slutty before, but Ron was angry when he heard that people had called her that. Ginny wasn't experienced, and she had just said so. But she was wild. Ron, being a Weasley also, was not afraid of wild. He liked it. It was what made Bill attracted to Fleur - her Veela wildness was exciting, not at all a deterrent.



Ron watched as his sister closed her eyes, and brushed her finger down the curling tendrils of red hair. Her finger disappeared to be clenched in her wet folds. Ron leaned forward.



Ginny's finger slid in and out at a slow, steady pace. Then, she added in another, and moved them a little faster. Her fingers were glistening. Her body shone in a light sheen of sweat, and he watched as her thighs became wet and sticky, too.



"Gin...are you trying to drive me mad?" He whispered.



Ron crouched down on the floor on all fours. The next time her fingers moved to go in, Ron put a hand on hers and stopped it. Slowly, he slid his own finger in instead. Fuck. Merlin fucking McGonagall and Dumbledore. She was wet and squelching, and squeaked in surprise as his finger went deeper. He crooked it a little, and she moaned, squeezing around him.



Oh, his mouth was so dry, and his cock was so hard. Ron slipped a second finger in, and Ginny moaned loudly as he drove them harder and harder inside her. She sighed in disappointment when he brought them out. Ginny felt wonderful. Ginny sounded wonderful. What did she taste like?



Ron brought a finger to his lips and sucked it. Mmm. He stroked his cock a little, moaning as it twitched beneath his touch. Then he bent down to slowly lick up and down Ginny's slit. "Ron..." she gasped. "Oh!"



He parted the wet folds, and swirled his tongue around, digging deeper. Her taste was tang and sweetness. She was wet and hot and so tight. Ron stroked his tongue faster and harder, groaning as Ginny bucked her hips, pushing up against his mouth. He put his hands on her hips to hold her down, and suckled. A high whimper came from Ginny. Her hands were pulling his hair so hard it hurt. His cock was throbbing at an ache level that was painful.



Quickly he let his cock free from his boxers, and as he licked his sister to completion, Ron stroked his cock the hardest he ever had, grinding into the rug that lay by the bed. The friction was amazing, and Ginny was moaning his name low and wanting.



"Roonnn," she moaned as she came, and Ron almost came that second too because she sounded so fucking hot. Her thighs brushed against his cheek as Ron licked her clean. Holy cats, he couldn't believe he had Ginny's thigh against his cheek. Her wet hole open to his tongue. Her breasts soft and full with hard nipples begging to be licked. Mmm. He felt his hips spasm and jerked his hand up, come splurting over his hand.



"Oh god...Ginny..." He cleaned up his mess, pulled up his pants, and collapsed onto the floor with a moan of content and disbelief.



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