Start of Something New

"This could be the start
Of something new
It feels so right
To be here with you
And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart
The start of something new"

--High School Musical, "The Start of Something New"


Harry and Hermione were in their dorm at 6:00 that evening. Hermione was fully clothed, although Harry did have his hand down her shirt and was gently massaging her boob as they sat on the couch, watching the fire. They heard a knock at the door, and Harry removed his hand. “Ready?” he asked.

“Ready,” said Hermione.

They got up from the couch and walked to the door. Harry took a deep breath, followed by Hermione, and opened the door. Ron and Ginny were standing there, and it was clear they had just been talking with each other when the door had opened.

“Hey, you two,” said Harry, opening the door wider and moving aside. “C’mon in.”

Ginny and Ron entered the dormitory and stared around at it. “Wow,” said Ron. “This sure beats Gryffindor Tower!”

“Yeah, it does,” said Harry, closing the portrait door. “We’ll give you a tour later.”

“Uh…Harry…” said Ginny quietly. She wanted to talk with him privately, not with her brother here, and certainly not with Hermione here.

“C’mon in here, Ginny,” said Harry. He saw Hermione lead Ron to her room.

“Whoa, this is a big room!” said Ginny, looking around. When she spotted the bed, she added “And a big bed! What, you sleep with Hermione in here?”

Harry looked at her. “Sorry,” Ginny mumbled. This wasn’t how she wanted to start things. If she was going to get him to fuck her, she’d have to be more sensitive than that. ‘Course, she could just say “Fuck me,” and Harry, being a guy, would probably do it, but she wanted it to be somewhat romantic.

“Ginny…can you sit down on the bed please?”

Ginny sat on the bed, wondering who would speak first and what they’d say, but apparently Harry had already decided he would speak first. “I…I still have feelings for you.” Ginny’s heart skipped a few beats. “I don’t know what exactly, if they’re romantic, lustful, friendly, or something else. But, the fact is…I’m in love with Hermione.” Ginny had expected this, but it was still a little disheartening to hear. “I just realized it this summer. But…I…I still care for you, deeply. It’s more than a brotherly love…in some ways, I think it’s still romantic.”

“I…I feel the same way,” said Ginny. “Only…” She broke off, unsure how to word what she wanted to say.

“What?” asked Harry.

“I still have romantic feelings for you, but I have other…stronger feelings for you,” she said hesitantly.

“Other…stronger feelings? Like what?”

Ginny bit her lip, afraid to go past this point, the point of no return. “I have…lustful feelings for you.”

Surprisingly, Harry wasn’t taken aback by this. In fact, it was almost as though this was what he wanted to hear, if the bulge in his pants was any indication. However, his voice attempted to sound as though he was caught unaware. “Lustful?”

“I’ve…found myself thinking of you…in a lustful way lately. At night, all I can dream about is…you fucking me. Stuffing your…your cock down my throat or in my pussy, pounding frantically, and then shooting your load deep inside my pussy, where it can’t come out.”

She saw Harry forgo his strategy of getting in her pants, which she had a feeling he did have. “Is this what you want?”

“Y-yes. Harry, if I can’t have you romantically, I at least want you sexually. Friends with benefits, as Muggles say. I want…no, I need you to fuck me. I need you to squeeze my boobs, finger me, fuck me, fill me with your cum. I…I realize that you’re with Hermione now, and you’ve probably fucked her by now, so I’m sure I won’t be as good of a fuck, or that she might not like it, but Harry, I don’t care, I need you to be able to do it to me. I need you to be rough with me. I want you to be rough with me. You can treat me like a sex object, I don’t care, I just need your cock!”

Harry stood up. To see if she was serious, he grabbed her boobs through her shirt. When she did nothing, he grabbed the nipples and twisted them, hard. Pain shot through her, but it was pleasurable pain, and she let out a soft moan. He moved his hands under shirt and bra and cupped her boobs, groping them fiercely. He then removed his hands from her chest and undid his belt. He unzipped his pants and dropped his pants and boxers on the floor, letting his cock emerge. “If that’s the case,” he said, “suck it…bitch.”

Ginny dove at his cock, frantically sucking it and massaging it. She never thought he’d call her “bitch” but it just reinforced what she wanted: pure sex. Harry tore her shirt open and ripped her bra off, exposing her perky tits to him.

They were smaller than Hermione’s, but Harry still liked them. Hermione’s were nice big melons. Ginny’s, though, were more pointed, which made it easier to grab. Harry normally wouldn’t treat a girl this rough, but Ginny had said she didn’t care. Harry thought he’d try it once being rough, and see from there. If he was going to be rough, though, he was going to take full advantage of it. Grabbing Ginny’s head, he forced it down on her cock. He could feel the back of her throat. Ginny gagged but Harry didn’t let up. Finally, he let her head up and Ginny wheezed, saliva coming back up. Harry gave her a moment to recover before pushing her head down again. It felt good to have his cock completely engulfed in her throat. He pushed her down and let her back up a few more times before he got a truly wicked idea. “Lie down on the bed, with your head facing the end of the bed.” Ginny did as she was told. Harry then sat down on the bed, forcing his cock down her throat. This way, Ginny wouldn’t be able to move until he got off her. He stayed this way for about thirty seconds, thoroughly enjoying gagging her before he sat up. Ginny coughed and spat up more spit. When she finally caught her breath, Harry pushed her head down and sat on her again, again forcing his cock down her throat.

Ginny certainly hadn’t been expecting this. But, she didn’t complain. She had told Harry to be as rough with her as he wanted to be. She gagged on his cock, feeling it completely fill her mouth and throat. She was getting covered in spit, but she kept gagging herself on his manhood.

Harry decided to change things a bit. When he sat on her head, forcing his cock down her throat, he leaned over and started licking and sucking her cunt. He decided that she’d get a reward for gagging herself: every time she took his cock down her throat and couldn’t breathe, she’d get pleasure. His goal, though, was to make her cum hard, making her moan or scream in pleasure with a cock down her throat, making it harder for her to breathe, while his cum was filling her throat. He could be wicked and nasty, if he wanted to be. He couldn’t imagine doing this to Hermione, but if he was going to fuck Ginny on the side, like she wanted him to, like Hermione told him he could do, and like he wanted to do, he wanted different experiences. With Hermione, it’d be all about the love and pleasure for both. With Ginny, though, it’d be all about him, although he’d make sure she got some pleasure too. At least, that’s how it would be this first time. After that, Harry didn’t know, but he didn’t think on that too much.

Ginny was getting crazy. Having this cock forced down her throat and gagging her was one thing, but getting pleasure at her pussy while this was happening? She had a feeling it was another way for Harry to torture her, but she didn’t mind. She’d been fine gagging herself on him; getting her own pleasure was a bonus. Suddenly, Harry stopped both actions. Ginny, who was covered in sweat and spit, looked at him. Grinning, Harry grabbed his wand and waved it over his cock. Ginny’s eyes widened as she saw his cock grow from being about 6 inches to 10 inches. “More for you to gag on, my dear,” he said, before getting back in place and stuffing his cock back down her throat and resuming his sucking of her pussy.

Ginny found that she was really getting off on being throat-fucked. She found it highly erotic, not to mention the huge adrenaline rush she was getting when she was gagged. And having Harry suck her pussy was heavenly. She felt her juices start to mix and she knew that she was getting close. At the same time, she felt his cock throb and harden and knew that he was about to come to. So that’s what he was after. He wanted her to come to make it harder for her to breathe, while at the same time getting cum forced down her, also making it harder to breathe. She felt herself come and tried to scream in pleasure, which of course was next to impossible with a cock down her throat and lack of air. At the same time, she felt Harry fill her throat with his cum. What little she could taste she thought actually tasted pretty good.

Harry was digging this. He’d gotten Ginny to come, but he’d also made her squirt. He eagerly put his face in her juices, allowing his face to be covered in them, while at the same time dropping his load down her throat. He continued fucking her throat, keeping movement going which would let him get more cum out. They both stopped around the same time, at which point Harry managed to get his cock out of her throat before he collapsed on top of her, his face right next to her pussy, and his cock still in her face.

Ginny took a few minutes to catch her breath, both from coming so hard and from being continuously gagged. She grabbed her wand and managed to Scourgify the spit off her face and body.

Harry looked at her. “Ready for round two?”

Ginny looked at him in amazement. “R-round…two?”

“If you thought that pounding to your throat was intense, wait until you get it in your pussy,” said Harry. “And you’ll be able to feel me come in your pussy.”

Ginny was not expecting that. “Come…in me?”

“That’s right,” said Harry. “It’ll feel good, I promise. And, Hermione taught me a spell that will prevent you from getting pregnant, so I can come all I want in you, which is good, because I also know a spell that will let me come longer.”

Surprisingly, Ginny was getting turned on at the idea of feeling his hot cum inside her pussy. “Oh,” she moaned, “that sounds so good.”

“One catch though,” said Harry.

“Catch?”

“I’ll fuck you and come in you. But, Hermione and I want to know how you’d feel about a three-way or a four-way.”

Ginny raised an eyebrow. “A…four-way? With who?”

“You, me, Hermione…and Ron.”

Ginny’s eyes nearly bugged out. “RON? You want to know how I’d feel about having sex with my brother?”

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t be turned on at seeing the hot body of your brother? Of seeing his big, strong, highly toned muscles and abs? Or laying eyes on his big, long, hard cock or tasting it and sucking it? Or letting it fuck your pussy and come in your pussy or mouth, letting you taste his cum? Of his hands running over your body, squeezing your tits, sucking on your nipples, licking your pussy? Of letting this happen even over the summer when you’re at home or when your parents are on vacation? It’s just you two at home, now. When your parents go on vacation, you could have a big fuck session with him. You’re telling me that idea of sex all day with your brother doesn’t turn you on?”

Unbelievably, Ginny was getting turned on by this. Her brother was cute, after all. She had seen his cock before. One summer, they’d gone skinny dipping in the pond a short distance from their house. Ginny had just started growing boobs. She and her brother had both agreed it was way too hot. They’d decided to go for a swim, but their mother had been fixing their swimsuits. Disappointed, Ginny had suggested they go anyways, and when Ron asked what they’d wear, Ginny had quietly said, “Why do we have to wear anything?”

Ron had quickly turned his head to her. “What? You mean…swim naked?”

“Why not? We took baths together when we were kids!”

“But, it’s different now!”

“How so?”

“Well…you’ve got…those,” he’d stammered, pointing to her chest.

Ginny had looked down, seeing her boobs. “These?” she’d said, grabbing and squeezing her boobs. “So I’ve got boobs now, so what? You’ve still got a cock, right?”

Ron’s ears had turned red, but he’d managed to stammer out “Yeah.”

“We’re siblings,” said Ginny. “It’s not like we’re going to touch each other or do anything. We’ll see each other, but we’ll just be swimming.”

Ron had finally agreed. Ginny had noticed when she threw off her shirt and bra that Ron had stared at her chest for a bit, but obviously feeling embarrassed, had stopped. Ginny had taken notice of his cock too, and managed to stop. Ginny had had the feeling that despite the fact they were brother and sister, something could have happened, if either one of them had made the move, but she supposed they had been embarrassed enough just seeing each other naked and being naked in front of each other.

Now, though, Ginny’s tits were fully grown, and she knew Ron’s cock would be bigger and longer. “You’re right,” she said finally to Harry. “That does turn me on. Okay, then. If Ron’s up for it, I am.”

“Great,” said Harry. He went to the door opposite the way they came in and opened it. Ginny saw the bathroom and another door, which she supposed led to Hermione’s room. Harry knocked on the door. “Hermione? She’s in.”