The Waterhole

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THE WATERHOLE



a Ron/Ginny fanfic



by lordoberon



Chapter Five



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Ginny's POV

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Ginny woke up to an awful taste in her mouth, and the first thing she did was leap up into the bathroom to rinse. When she stood up again, she stared at her face in the lopsided mirror.



Her face was flushed. Ginny slipped into her room and looked at her body in the mirror. She had little red lovemarks on her neck, three in a row coming down onto her shoulder. Her body felt loose and relaxed, and she turned around a couple times to inspect it. This was the body that Ron had touched, now. Now, it meant something more to her. Now it had a special something to it that it hadn't had before. Ginny felt completed.



"Ginny?"



She turned around to look at her brother. He lay sprawled out on her bed, one eye cracked open. She felt a shiver of desire thrum through her and pound in her heart at the sight of him. His lean body seemed to overtake the bed, toes stretching out over the foot of it. She could see every freckle, every hair on his chest...his cock, that she had touched, taken into her mouth...his eyes were bright with a wildness in them that excited her, and his hair was a catastrophe.



"Are you hungry?" She said suddenly, looking at the clock on her wall. Mum was desperately searching for rutabagas at the marketplace, apparently, and wouldn't come back unless an explosion set off her "home emergency" alarm button. Well, Ron and Ginny would make sure not to set anything on fire, then.



Except maybe Ginny's very insides. She felt like she WOULD burn, the way her heart thudded when Ron looked up at her. His eyes trailed up and down every inch of her body. Somehow, even though he had been so intimate with her, when Ron looked at Ginny his eyes were open wide in wonder. His mouth dropped open a little, like he was stupefied, and his body stilled. Ron was usually a person who could never be still. Ginny stifled a pleased giggle that she could effect her beloved brother so strongly.



"I don't know, Gin," Ron said hoarsely. He leapt up off the bed and came to stand in front of her. She trembled as his large hands wrapped around her wrists.



Ron opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, and then stopped. A frown marred those lovely features and his forehead creased with wrinkles.



"What is it, Ron?" Ginny tapped her foot and grabbed his chin to prevent him from turning away.



"I..." he swallowed hard. "I just...I was going to say something teasing, but then I realized, that you're not like those other girls. I don't have to impress you, you're right. You know me! It's scary and good at the same time...I...you're my sister, so I don't have to act for you..."



Ginny felt a little stab thrust into her heart and then leave her body feeling a little numb all over. Their love was what she had been waiting for, for ages, but it was hard for them both, too. What could they do? They couldn't help being brother and sister.



"Ron," she gasped. She was gasping because the look on his face made her want to cry. He looked so vulnerable, and suddenly young, instead of an eighteen-year-old wizard. He didn't know what to do, and neither did she.



"Oh, Ron," she whispered, and though she wanted to bury her head in his chest she instead held him to her. She felt his jaw clenching in anxiety as he put his chin down on her shoulder. His arms wrapped around her and she felt like if he held her any tighter she wouldn't be able to breathe. But she was his anchor, so she let him hold on. Hold on tight, Ron. All we've got is each other.



Her fingers rushed in circles through his hair, waiting for his shaking to subside, for him to swallow back the tears and the moment of pain.



Then he recovered, and with a low sigh eased himself back to stand at a distance. He stared at her for a few seconds and then cracked a smile. Ginny stepped closer and took his hands, pressing them over her heart.



And then his mouth was on her neck, kissing up and down, and his fingertips trailed down her naked back. Her whole body trembled in his arms as his gentle touch sent pleasure escalating through her. She squeaked when Ron's fingers grabbed her butt. He laughed before releasing her.



"Love you, Gin."



"Love you too. Ron, you're all grubby. I'm taking a bath."



Ginny snatched her towel from the floor by the bed and sauntered out the door. The familiar wood creaked beneath her feet as she paused in front of the bathroom.



"Ron, are you coming with me?"



His head poked from her bedroom. "You want me to?"



Ginny pretended to grumble and stood tapping her foot. "Hurry up, already!"



By the time all the water was in the bath, Ron had Ginny in his lap. She rubbed her wet hole up and down his length while Ron's hands fondled her breasts. When her fingers played with the head Ron groaned and almost fell back. He winced as the tap grinded against his shoulder, but when Ginny's hand stroked the underside his expression turned to one of pleasure.



"Ron...look at me."



He opened his eyes and stared at her, and then smiled. "Gin...you're beautiful. Mmm," he sighed. She watched as his eyes wandered over her form. With a gleeful expression he dunked his hands into the water. Soap from the bath covered his hands, and Ron held them up before her.



"You're all cold," he said. His eyes were on her breasts, on her nipples. They were rosy pink and erect. The heat of the water only reached up to her navel.



"Oh!" Those warm hands felt so good on her, swirling around her breasts, cupping them softly. He squeezed them a little, then harder when she moaned loudly. Ginny was losing her concentration on pleasuring him but that was a vague concern in her mind. With one hand Ron treated her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding a finger around them. The other hand he coaxed between their close bodies, down into the water to finger at her hole. She gasped as he slid a finger in and out.



Ginny cried out as Ron's mouth descended to lap over her breasts. He was moving two fingers in her now, fast and hard and plunging. She grinded into that pleasuring touch to her sensitive area, moaning loudly as Ron increased the pace. She knew he loved it when she said his name, and she couldn't help saying it when his mouth began to suck at a nipple. He sucked so hard that it almost hurt that tender spot, but it felt good, too, and she didn't want to discourage his eagerness.



"Gin...mmph...ohh..." The fingers slowed their pace, and then withdrew. His tongue was swirling all around her right nipple and Ginny whimpered, wanting him to suck it into his hot, wet mouth. She could feel his fingers sticky with her juices tickling over her thigh, and then he was edging a fingertip over her clit, flicking at the nub, stroking it with gentle, teasing touches.



"Oh Ron...Ron...!"



She came with a loud sigh by his ear, her nose pressed up against his cheek. She felt his cock tighten and release, and he sunk back against the tub with a groan.



It was a sweet little aftermath, then, to clean the bath and each other up thoroughly, and then drain the tub. They parted for a moment to dress into clean clothing, and then met downstairs.



"What should we make for dinner?"



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Ron's POV

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Ron couldn't believe that such an ordinary question was being asked. This was as unordinary day as he thought would ever exist. Ginny was standing in front of one of the kitchen countertops as she said this, and while he stared at her she bent down and rummaged in the cupboard for the right utensils and pots.



Ginny was still beautiful. Ron had thought that just maybe, having done all those things with her would make him lose his odd attraction for his sister. But it hadn't. It really hadn't!



Instead, Ron found himself looking at her in new and lovelier ways. She wasn't just Ginny that he pined for. She was HIS Ginny. He watched her long, wet hair sway across her back as she put the pot on the counter. His gaze trailed down her form,lingering at the inviting points of her breasts (she wore no bra), and the little zipper. He wanted to slide his fingers in to grab that zipper, and watch the shorts slither down her long legs...he wanted to press his cock up against her warm, wet hole, to feel the slickness of her pleasure against his thighs, rubbing against his aching cock...



Ron turned away from the sight of his sister and pressed his back into the counter, hard. He was panting, and felt like this was all spinning out of control. How could he live like this? She was his beloved sister, his little Gin, but she was also this saucy temptress that his eyes were drawn to like a bee to honey. How could he function with her around?



Mum had found her rutabagas and was now in search for extra things. Ah, she was like that sometimes. She always found more that she wanted to buy in an attempt to stock up. Ron closed his eyes and said, "Pasta, Gin. How about it?"



"Alright. That's easy enough. And as long as we don't let it boil over, mum won't come home early."



The wand began to spin, and soon Ron watched the tiny bubbles come up onto the water's surface. As he stood staring at it, Ginny's arms circled around him. He couldn't breathe with her body pressed up against him like this. It felt so good. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. This was the sort of contentedness in a couple that he had seen in others and never felt stirringin his own heart. Now, he had it, that contentment. He felt it like a pleasant wash, making his hands tremble and his heart thump loudly in his chest.



"Ron, what are you thinking about?"



"Ginny...I-I'm feeling a bit lost here, as far as...how to...handle everything..."



And as he said this, Ron felt a little bit weaker, he felt the glow of his contentedness become a little softer. It cracked, a tiny bit, inside of him. The melting fire of it became a little cold and stony in him, a little burdensome. Ginny rubbed her hands soothingly across his chest as he shuddered against her.



Before she could speak, Ron said, "I'm the older one. So I'm responsible, no matter that it was mutual. Maybe it would be better if I just," he felt his voice crack, and hunched his shoulders away from her touch, "if I just...let it all go. Let you go, a little bit, so that we would be, instead, like this."



And here he turned around, and pushed Ginny's body away from him, and instead held her hand in his as she stood an arm's length away.



To his great surprise, Ginny twisted her hand out of his and turned her back to him. For a second, he stared at her in confusion. What? And then, the sorrow filled him, that maybe, she was accepting his idea. Had he really, truly wanted her to agree?



He heard a huge sigh come from her, and saw her clench her fists tightly at her sides. Then she moved her hands out of his sight, and for a moment her body was a tense, resistant line. He wondered, was she angry with him? Then he saw her shoulders shaking, heaving up and down. Next was the sound of her sob breaking the silence. She had tried to hide it from him and hold it back, but he could tell she was crying. Ginny was not someone who cried easily.



"Gin..." Ron tiptoed over to her, and pressed a fingertip against her shoulder. She only cried harder, more sobs breaking past. He tiptoed around to stand in front of her.



Ginny had her long locks of red hair in front of her face, and beneath the strands she had her face buried in her hands. It was a look of despair. Ron couldn't stand to see his sister so sad.



"Gin...Gin, I'm sorry..." He enfolded the girl in his embrace, and noticed that the tighter he held her, the quieter her cries became. But she pressed her face hard into his chest, and nudged her nose over his shirt.



"Gin, Gin, I'm sorry. Please don't cry."



She laughed a little, a broken little thing that was all congested from her crying. He stroked his fingers over her hair. "What is it, Gin?"



"I'm probably wiping snot all over your shirt. Sorry."



Ron laughed, and absentmindedly cast the spell so that the pasta would fall into the pot properly.



"I don't care, Gin. I just want you to be happy...the only reason that I even suggested that was because-"



"I know Ron, I know! You don't have to explain. This 'us' thing is sort of impossible...but Ron..."



She lifted her head up, wiped her face, and then looked him straight in the eye. "Ron, I refuse to give it up. No, no, no. You see, this is our relationship. It's been repressed this whole time, and you know how right it feels. I can see it in your eyes, and I feel it, too, Ron. We love each other in this way that is...that can't be defined by ONLY brother and sister, though that's part of it. I'm not going to give it up just because it's difficult, and secretive. It will have to be secret. But Ron, we love each other. This is part of our love, this..."



Her voice became a whisper, and tellingly her hand wandered down his body, to ghost over his belt and whisper down his thigh. "This is us, too, Ron. Not just what Mum and the twins and everybody else knows. Ron, this is the secret us. I want to keep it. It will be between us, and no one else has to know. And it's not just the way you make my body feel, Ron," she smiled, "it's the whole thing. The way you smile at me, and it's special."



She paused, and Ron felt like he could barely stand. Her words were making a jubilation swell up inside of him. He almost felt like jumping up into the air and whooping, but at the same time his knees were so shaky he almost wanted to sit down.



"Ron, I love you. You are my Ron. I refuse to tear that little 'my' off. Now, come here."



And Ron fell into her arms gleefully. The guilt was still there. He felt it gnawing at him, and the tiny little questions of, "But how will this work?" and "What if someone finds out?" and "When will we get time with just 'us'?" popped into his head.



But the fact that Ginny wanted it to be like this was what really made Ron feel like his head was spinning in heaven. She WANTED him and loved him just like he loved her, so much so that she wanted to keep them as a special 'us.' It made some of his worrying urge disappear.



As luck would have it, the very first practice he and Ginny had was moments later, when mum came through the door. Immediately, Ron and Ginny pulled away from each other. Ginny focused on finishing dinner and laying out plates, and Ron helped his mother float things into the house.



The secret smile he shared with Ginny over the table a few minutes later said, "I'll catch you later."



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Author's Note: I know this feels like the end, but it isn't. I have more I want to do with these two! I want a kitchen and/or wall!sex scene, and some more of Ginny being experimental.



Please review! More soon.