The Waterhole

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THE WATERHOLE

A Ron/Ginny fanfic



by lordoberon



Chapter Four



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Ginny's POV

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For a few moments the two of then just lay there panting. Ginny couldn't believe it. She felt warm and fuzzy inside, like after drinking too much Butterbeer, except this was better. She was coherent, and she knew what she wanted, and everything was going so...so amazing.



Ron wasn't some idiot who didn't know what he was doing. Nor was he some bastard jerk who knew too WELL what he was doing - or rather, wanted - and didn't give a damn about her. Ron was doing this out of love, but he also wanted her. Ginny liked being wanted by her brother. It made a little smile come to her face as she heard Ron mumbling to himself.



It hadn't been her fault, right? She had kissed first...she had gone further than kissing first...but Ron had been thinking about it like this for ages, even before her. So if anyone was the "starter" it was him. She felt like she needed some reassurance that all this didn't make her terrible.



"Ron..."



"Hmm?" He sounded a little drunk, like he was about to pass out or something. But when Ginny turned her head to look at him he was looking at her attentively.



"Do you think I'm...a...a..." She decided to go with Ron's choice of words from so long ago.



"Do you think I'm a scarlet woman?"



Immediately his thick brows furrowed, and Ron reached over to grab her hand. "No, Ginny." His voice was low and serious. "You aren't. This doesn't make you one. I mean, seriously, we all wank off to magazines sometimes, so what? And just because all the guys want you..." he laughed a little, and she was surprised that he could laugh now instead of being infuriated, "it doesn't mean you're a scarlet woman. It just means that you're beautiful, Gin. That's a good thing."



He smiled. "Although," he continued, "It isn't good that they think you are one. I mean, that's not acceptable. It's the guys who are at fault for taking advantage of you, Ginny, not you. You've been...you've been trying to find an alternative, just like I have."



Ginny's eyes widened in disbelief. Ron understood! Ron understood that she had meant it when she said his kiss was perfect. Ron was everything she had been looking for, and every boy she'd talked with or kissed or gone out with hadn't been him. They had all felt just a little (if not a lot) wrong. Now that Ron knew her feelings and felt the same, she didn't have to look anymore.



"Ron..." she breathed. "Were you looking for someone, too? A Ginny that wasn't Ginny?"



He mumbled and grumbled and then covered his face with his hands. Then he moved a finger a little to the side to reveal one bright blue eye.



"Yes," Ron admitted with a sigh. "You got me in one, dammit."



Ginny giggled and sat up. Immediately Ron sat up too, and with a flick of his wand he cleaned her up as well, knowing she couldn't use hers outside of school.



"Um..." Ginny stood up and stared at her brother as he sat on the floor of her room. He looked like Ron, but he also looked like something else. He was a possibility, this boy turned man sitting on her floor with the comfort of familiarity. He was an animal, having just touched her body in ways no one had ever touched her before, and done it with such passion as to make her feel warm just remembering it.



Ron pushed his hair away from his eyes and said, "We've a few hours till mum gets home. Did you want to shower? I can make something."



Ginny laughed at his attempt to be the sudden gentleman. "Ronald Weasley, this is not a date with some girl you have to impress. I know all your dirty secrets. How about you stay away from the kitchen and I'll make us dinner."



She put her clothes back on and he watched. The bra clicked and Ron said aloud, "Oh, so that's how you put it on and take it off without showing everything...I was wondering."



Ginny turned and laughed. "You idiot!" She tossed a pillow at him, hitting him in the face.



"Hey! Watch it! I'm getting you back for that - " His hand closed around two pillows and he whirled upon her, whacking her torso and her butt and her legs with the twin missiles, over and over.



"Aah! Rooonn!" Ginny laughed, falling onto the bed in a heap.



With a growl of triumph Ron leapt onto the bed, beating her with the pillows before wrapping his arms around her.



"I've got you now," he breathed into her ear. "How do you intend to escape?"



Ginny squirmed into a more comfortable position and looked up at Ron. "Oh," she said. Her fingers stroked up and down his arm and then down to circle a thumb around a nipple. "What makes you think I want to escape?"



His eyes closed and his face took on a delightful expression of pleasure as her thumb continued its ministrations. When she leant to take the pink nub in her mouth he moaned. Those callused fingers dug into her arm so hard it hurt, and she noticed how his hips fit against hers.



"Ron," she murmured, "Can I keep going?" She wanted his consent. He was the older brother, and she wanted his permission. If Ron was okay with it, then she had no reason to feel guilty.



"Ohh..."



Her tongue was slithering down his torso now, and she traced the broomstick engraving on his belt buckle with trembling fingers.



"Ron? Earth...to...Ron..." She kissed around his navel.



"Mmmph." He pulled away with a grunt and rolled over a couple times until he was practically hanging over the edge of the bed.



"Gin, am I forcing you into something here?"



He was staring down at the floor and sounded very serious. Ginny stared at the curve of his back. The freckles were random, gathering in little clumps here and there, scattered out and distant at other parts.



It was funny and exciting, somehow, to see Ron's body laid out on her quilt. The Weird Sisters stared down at Ron and her, laughing and smiling. The old shelf in the corner by the window didn't mind, nor did her Quidditch music box on the little wardrobe in the corner. It felt right to have him in her room. It felt right to have him here, and Ginny wanted more.



She slid up and around to sit right behind him, her inner thighs against his legs and her arms around his waist.



"No, Ron. You aren't. You aren't forcing me into anything. I love you."



He leaned back against her. His body was warm, soft and hard at all the right places. He smelled like cinnamon, and the rich earthy smell of wet soil. "Love you, too."



For a moment he was as still as stone, and then Ron turned back to face her. She giggled as he pressed his hands up against her bottom and pushed her whole body across the bed. He made a "vroom" sound like the muggle "vehicles" they rarely heard go down their lane sometimes, as he pushed her around to sit against the headboard with all the pillows in a sprawl behind and around her.



Then, with this devilish grin that reminded Ginny of the twins (but also didn't, because it stole her breath away), Ron grabbed her dress hem. In one motion he pulled it up to bunch around her shoulders, and she heard the zipper protest. Whoops.



Obediently she unbent her legs to lie in a V around him on the bed.



Ron left her to hold the dress up on her own and leant down to kiss her now-bare thighs. His tongue left wet spots as he licked and sucked up and down, biting the soft flesh now and then with little nips of his teeth. Ginny sighed in contentment, feeling her body flush. That familiar warmth and pleasure surged in her stomach.



When his tongue slipped under her panties Ginny squeaked in surprise, making him laugh. Ron's fingers then hooked under the waistband and she let him slide them all the way down her ankles and off. She blushed brilliant red when he held them up in front of him, saying, "I guess I can't make fun of these, now. It's like you're wearing clouds, Gin."



To hide how embarassed that made her feel to see her brother staring at her panties, Ginny wheezed, "Well, look at you, you're wearing Quaffles!"



Ron glanced down at his boxers. He snapped the waistband and smiled, pleased, at the loud sound it made. "What? They're just fine, I think."



Then his nose was tickling in her hair while his tongue sent little shivers all through Ginny's body. She moaned with him when he stopped the teasing a moment later. With soft, wet sounds that somehow made her body hum with more pleasure, his tongue thrust again and again into her hole. Ron's touch was deep and satisfying.



"Ron, I've got an idea, hold it."



Ginny wiggled down to lie on her back and spread her legs wide, bending at the knees. Oh god, what an embarassing pose, it made her think of childbirth. But then Ron leant his head in again, and Ginny thought he did have a better angle this way. His tongue thrust deeper, and she lost all thought.



That tongue was so slick and warm inside of her. It made the pleasure shudder through her, forcing her to clench her muscles against his tongue. She couldn't stop the loud whimper that burst from her throat. As soon as his tongue was moving fast Ginny lost hold of whatever she had been holding onto - a tiny cliff edge, a slippery handle - and lost all composure.



She was a moaning mess, her thighs rubbing against his head, skin massaged by his hair. Every inch of her skin was sensitive to how he touched her and how the soft quilt rubbed her body. Her hair was a sloppy cloud around her face, she panted, and thrust her hips up to Ron again and again. She grabbed at the sheets and her back arched as she gasped at the sensations rolling over her.



"Oh Merlin Ron, Merlin, Merlin...ahhh!"



And then he licked up her pleasure, his soft moans managing to continue her pleasure a little longer. With a low sigh, she felt as it faded into pieces, and then Ginny opened her eyes.



"Oh, dear," she said. "I had you do it again. I'm sorry, I should've - "



"No," Ron protested. She laughed as he clamped a hand over her mouth outright.



"I..." he seemed breathless. "I love doing that."



Ginny grinned up at him and then felt a flush burn her cheeks. Her panties! Slowly she inched up and crawled across the bed. Right when she was leaning over to try and recover her panties (for she felt a bit silly without them) a new sensation brought her up short. A loud "ooh!" came from her in surprise, and she almost lost her grip on the bed.



With her dres all bunched up still, her leaning over had only revealed her butt to Ron. And now she was holding on to the edge of the bed for dear life as his hands groped her.



"R-Ron," she gasped, "Uhh...mmm...ah! Wha...!"



Those hard, strong hands massaged her buttocks with firm touches that sent little thrills up Ginny. And then suddenly a nose, sharp and cold, brushed over her cheeks. She gasped as he blew air over that crevice, and almost fell over when she felt that now-familiar hot tongue plunging into a new place.



"OH, Ron...I...didn't...expect this," she finished weakly. She shut her eyes tight as Ron's tongue slowly swirled around, probing into those tight folds. God, it felt amazing to feel that hot, wet muscle stretching her wider and wider. And then - he touched a place that Ginny didn't even know, but that it sent spasms of pleasure shooting through her.



"Ron, oh, Ron," And she didn't care that she was moaning his name like some sort of scarlet woman, for it felt so good to have Ron's tongue so eager for her.



Then he promptly lost his grip on her thigh, and pulled away, and Ginny fell to the rug with a shrieking laugh. She almost hit her foot on the old owl cage that sat on the floor.



When she got her butt back into her panties and her dress down over her body she looked up. Ron was laughing so hard that his whole body shook, and even past his deceiving hands she could see his wide smile.



"Oh, you..." she growled. Ron only laughed more.



He collapsed onto the bed and Ginny stood up. Her eyes went all over him and she noticed his cock. A huge, tight bulge stuck up from in his boxer shorts, and when she leaned over and drew a hand feather-light up his leg, it twitched. She held back a giggle. Twitching! It was hot and funny all at once. Maybe she shouldn't have put her panties back on after all...



"Ron," Ginny whispered, "Look at you..."



He stared up at her with wide eyes, his breath panting and ragged. Her hand got closer and closer to his knee, and she sat down between his legs. Forget the hand, she thought. I want to feel it beneath me...



So she wiggled up and up until she was right near it. Then, trembling, she lifted her body, and gently, slowly placed her groin right over Ron's. A wavering moan came from his mouth. She rubbed against that bulge beneath her and he moaned loudly.



The man licked his lips when Ginny slowly began to push her hips up and down. She could feel that bulge beneath her. It was hot, large and so stiff. When she rubbed extra hard it twitched against her, stabbing at her thigh. Ron had his head thrown back, and a low groan came from his mouth. Ginny slid a finger down beneath her dress. Oh, she was so wet!



A few more times like this she rubbed over his cock, and then slowly moved back. The bulge was even more obvious now. Ginny shushed Ron's whimper with a gesture.



"Ginny," he gasped, "Please...can you take it off again?"



Did he mean all of it, or the panties? Ginny nodded and stripped. Immediately Ron's eyes were on her breasts, and when she rubbed her wet lips over the head of his cock through the shorts he swore loudly.



Ginny looked into his face as she reached a trembling hand out to stroke the waiting hardness. It felt so solid beneath her fingers. Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest, and she refused to look, as she pulled the wet, tight boxer shorts down his body with difficulty. His thigh muscles were tight and flinching beneath her fingers. She tugged the boxer shorts down to his knees, and then her fingers were too shaky to keep going.



"G-Gin...if...if you're...too scared..."



He was wildly crazy about her, to be telling her she could stop right when she finally had him naked. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh or yell at him about it.



"Silly boy," she whispered.



And there was his cock, big and erect, precome dripping from the head. Ginny wrapped her hand around the thick base, marvelling at how soft his skin was. He moaned so loud just at that simple touch, and she could see how his body sweated as she moved her hand up his length.



Slowly she moved her grip up, and then down. Then she unwrapped her hold and simply stroked with her fingertips. She traced veins up and down, and discovered how sensitive the underside was. He practically shouted her name.



Ginny's whole body was shaking and her panties were so wet that she wouldn't be surprised if she started getting slick thighs soon. With a soft murmur of his name, she bent down and gave the first tentative lick to his cock.



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Ron's POV

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Holy shit and Merlin riding a broomstick upside down. Ginny's tongue was a heavenly sensation on Ron's skin. He had had people do this to him before, but it was never her. They never did it like they cared. They didn't look at him with her beautiful eyes, or touch his naked thighs with trembling, soft fingers.



Her fingers were like flower petals on his skin. Her every touch was full of this caring and lust. The mixture of emotion and carnal desire turned Ron on immensely. He knew she was nervous and hadn't ever done this, with her fingers trembling like that and her eyes so wide and beautiful. Her tongue made his body hot and he moaned as she licked him.



At first her licks were slow and languid, up and down. Ron jerked his hips up when her tongue went over the underside. Merlin, it felt so good! Her tongue was hot and wet, and she made these amazing little moans and breathy sighs as she did it.



Ginny, once she started, wasn't reluctant. Her tongue moved everywhere. She slicked his cock up and down the length. Then, she pressed her nose into the red hairs and huffed, sending shivers up Ron's whole body. His thighs clenched in excitement and anticipation as her tongue meandered down, and then with a low groan she was licking over the balls.



When her tongue kissed lightly over the head, Ron couldn't help being loud. He was so glad that no one was at home. His sounds were echoing around the room, and he could feel her hair sticking to his sweaty thigh. Her hand moved down and slipped into her panties. He could tell by how she moved and whimpered that she was so wet down there. Mmm, she was enjoying it.



Ron was even more turned on to see her touch herself while her tongue treated him. Fuck, that was hot. He bucked his hips up, shouting her name, and a surprised yelp came from him when her mouth slowly suctioned and sucked his length into her mouth. She did it slowly. Her tongue swirled around in playful patterns, teasing him.



"Oh god, Ginny...ohhh..."



Her tongue licked, and her mouth moved a little lower.



"Gin...please...more!"



He started slow, pulling back, and then easing himself into her mouth. It was so hard to not thrust quickly. It was so hard to not push like mad. His cock was dripping and her tongue licked up the precome. She moaned at the heat pulsing in her mouth. Ron slid his fingers into her hair. He couldn't even really feel his fingers, he could only focus on the sweet hot wet of her mouth.



He wound her hair tightly around his fingers when that tongue suckled harder, rocking his hips back and forth a little more against her body.



With a low moan around his cock Ginny came. Somehow, her sucking as she came down from orgasm was even better. It was hot and slow and driving Ron absolutely mad.



"Gin!"



Ron couldn't help it, he was going mad, he couldn't bear it anymore. He thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. He liked to watch. Her cheeks were hollowed, her long eyelashes fluttering against porcelain skin. And her ears were flushed - a trait like Ron's that only occured rarely to his sister - and even her chest was a little flushed.



Ginny knew him. She knew he would moan in appreciation when she started to touch her breasts. She knew he watched as his cock sunk into her mouth. She knew he watched as her fingers pinched her nipples, rubbed them against her palm. This induced a high-pitched whimper that almost drove Ron over the edge.



"A...little more, Gin," he gasped. Ron began to thrust faster, jamming, feeling her tongue whip around and around the head of his cock.



"Oh, Gin!" Ron came hard and fast, the pleasure a haze that burst through his body and made everything delightfully fuzzy around the edges. It lasted a long time, and felt the most satisfying, moreso than any other touching of his body ever had.



Ginny swallowed it like a man, like someone with guts. Then she scooted her body a little, and Ron laughed when she nuzzled her cheek against his thigh.



"C'mere, Gin," he said hoarsely. Obediently she got up on all fours and crawled over him, to bury her nose in the crook of his neck.



Ron sighed contentedly, brushing his fingers over her hair. This felt right, to have his sister lying in comfort in his arms. She put her arms around his lovingly and pressed her body right up against his. Ron could feel every inch of her skin.



"Gin, I love you."



No response. Ron looked down. Oh, her eyes were closed. Ginny had fallen asleep.



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Author's Note: More coming soon! I think there will be at least 1 more chapter, maybe 2. Reviews make me happy!