The Waterhole

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THIS IS A WEASLEYCEST FANFIC. RON/GINNY. IF YOU DON'T LIKE WEASLEYCEST, CLICK THE BACK BUTTON FAST!



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The Waterhole



A Ron/Ginny fanfic



by lordoberon



Chapter Six



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Ron's POV

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After the bout in the bedroom a few days earlier, Ron was going absolutely mad. He tried to go about his regular duties, household chores, hunting down jobs, cleaning his room. He even visited the waterhole once or twice, but it didn't feel the same anymore. Now, instead of being soothing, it only accelerated his need for Ginny, because it reminded him of her.



He remembered their first kiss...the way her lips had softly pressed against his. And then his memory wandered over her whole body, those luscious breasts he had kissed and sucked so eagerly, the warm feel of her core wrapping around his fingers, a slick, hot tunnel that his every touching of made her moan.



It made him hard just to think about it. What was worse, he had to see her every morning, in her long shirt with those long legs taunting him. He wanted to rip that shirt from her head. He wanted to stare at her breasts as they jiggled when she ran up and down the stairs during chores. God, to spend a day with Ginny naked, running after her in the house...it was a new dream of his, now that he had seen what her naked body looked like.



The next time they were alone together came about by Ron being stealthy. He had held back his stealthy urges before, fearing that Ginny would be afraid if she knew in what way he loved her. Now it was all in the open. Ron could be as conniving as he wanted to be!



It was a simple matter. Ginny would go shopping with mum, and when mum went to go meet dad in the office to talk over things for hours (they did that sometimes), Ginny would come home and be alone with Ron. He whispered it into her ear the next night they shared his bed, his arms curled around her waist.



Ginny colored, and then sat straight up. "Ron, what are you proposing?" Her voice shook a little, and she pressed her fingers hard against his side.



"I-I'm just saying, Gin..." he murmured. That look of apprehensiveness in her eyes made him nervous. What had he done wrong?



"I just want more time with you," he whispered, "Isn't that alright?"



"Of course it is," she laughed, kissing him. "I want it to be a special time, this time."



Oh, boy. That phrase twirled in Ron's head for the whole of the morning and the afternoon, and when Ginny flooed in fresh from Diagon Alley with a huge stack of books, it was still on his mind. She wanted this to be special? His cock didn't give a damn what that meant, although it was certainly enthusiastic with ideas. But his mind, his emotional side, asked himself: what does she want? What does she mean?



He helped her float the books up to her room, and then sat down to wait while she took a shower. Somehow, today was the day of waiting. Ron felt tension tighten his shoulders, and he tapped his foot madly against the floor. Why was he waiting? Why wasn't he in the shower with her? Somehow he felt like the longer he waited, the better the reward would be.



His sister's soft step didn't fail to make the old stairway creak, and Ron turned around on the couch to look at her.



Oh. Merlin. Ron's mouth formed a huge 'O' in shock.



Ginny stood with one booted foot sitting on the stairway rail. Her legs were covered in black tights, and a pair of leather, laced up boots stretched up to her knees. The pair of underwear she wore was a fiery red, with lace around the waist. And on her torso, skin-tight, was a corset, black and shiny and leather. It squeaked with her every movement. It stretched around her stomach, hugged her back, twined around down her shoulders, but left her neck and breasts totally bare. The corset made her breasts raise higher and pushed them together to create the most tantalizing cleavage. Her long red hair she left to fall in a long, wet tangle down her back.



Ron stared at her, his eyes drinking in the sight, as Ginny walked down the stairs. Her high-heeled boots made a clack with every step. A devilish smirk was on her face, so mischievous it made his ears immediately heat up. She sauntered towards him with hands on her hips, her breasts full and heaving with every one of her panting breaths.



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



She plopped down onto the couch next to him with a sigh. "Whew! For a second I thought you would laugh. I don't look absolutely ridiculous? I've never done costume stuff before..." She stared down at the floor with her ears a little pink.



"N-not at all, Gin. You look...you look fantastic," Ron breathed. He couldn't hold himself back any more, not after seeing this. This would be his dream forever. He would never forget this.



He wrapped his arms around Ginny, pulling her to him, and gave her a long, hard kiss. Her bare breasts pressed up against his chest, that gloriously pale skin so soft and smooth. He was already hard.



Ginny giggled as Ron's tongue sidled down her ear, and then she put her hands on his shoulders. Ron grunted as she pulled herself up to sit on his lap. He knew she could feel his cock beneath her, and tried to steady his breathing as his sister began to slowly move. She purposefully rubbed her thighs over his, grinding herself against his cock. He gasped as she drew it again and again between her legs, down the silk underwear and then up to slide over the soft cheeks of her arse.



"Gin," he groaned. His hands had tightened on her arms but he had to hold on to something. "Gin, this will be the end of me..."



He could feel her breathing ragged against him. Slowly he eased her down to lie on the couch beneath him, and then slithered a hand between them to touch her breasts. His cock was pressed up against her thigh and it took a big breath to forget about it and focus on her body, instead. He felt like he was on fire.



Oh, but her breasts. They were easily distracting, smooth beneath his hands. He trailed wet kisses up and down her cleavage and then down, around the underside. Ginny's soft moans urged him on, one hand of hers behind his head. The other was reached over the couch to grab at the already torn edge of the back, small fingers diving into the cotton when his tongue did something especially wonderful.



Ginny's body was arousingly soft beneath him. He could feel the leather of her outfit scraping him as Ron lapped at her hard nipples. The flush on her face had somehow moved down to her chest, making her breasts a little rosier in the color, her nipples a dark pink against the flush. He licked around one slowly, hearing her whimper become a low, hungry moan.



"Ginny...Ginny, I love you," he gasped. She moaned his name as Ron sucked at her breasts, teasing a nipple with a little bite before moving to the other breast. "I really love this outfit," he murmured admiringly.



When he sat up to look at her more, it took all of ROn's control not to reveal on his face what his body was telling him. His cock ached between his thighs. All the blood rushed down there and he felt it throb with every touch of her soft red panties against it. Ron swept his hand down her form lovingly, over the arch of the ribs into the slope of the abdomen, pausing to pick at the red panties with a laugh.



Then his hands slowly slid down her thighs. Oh, she was so beautiful. She stared up at him with that flush on her upper body, her hair a tangled mass behind her head. Her eyes were half closed, the pupils large and black beneath them. The red mouth was open and glistening wet. He wanted to see her hole wet and glistening like that. He wanted to feel it clenching around his fingers. He wanted to lick into her. He wanted to push his cock inside her.



"Ginny, Ginny...what am I going to do with you? I can't control myself," he murmured. Already he was unlacing her boots and throwing them aside. He moaned as he peeled the black tights away from her legs, every inch of skin sending him closer to insanity.



"Ron," she whispered. "Ron, look at me."



Shyly, feeling his heart thump with inexplicable fear, Ron looked up into her blue eyes.



"I want you," she said. "I want you so bad, that I don't care if you lose control. Lose it on me. Take...everything."



The sound of her voice all low and quiet made Ron's cock twitch in his jeans. Fuck. What was she saying? Did she really mean it? Ron remembered all the times he had imagined her naked with him pounding into her hot flesh. But to actually do it? It was wrong! He couldn't hurt her like that. He couldn't steal from her what she should give to someone else. She was his sister.



"Ginny, I...I can't do that..."



She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ron, you're being utterly ridiculous. If you can do this, Ron," and she pressed his hand to her breast, "then you can do it. I understand you...I...only if you want to, Ron. It does scare us both, but...I can't imagine doing this with anyone else. I'd be twice as scared if it weren't you, Ron," and here her voice wavered.



He hugged her close to him and looked up at the ceiling. God, what were they doing? They had already done so much, gone so far. Should he dare to want to go further? Should he entertain the idea? He already had, of course, but not since...since his every dream about Ginny, since the fulfillment of his heart's desires, had come true. To contemplate going all that way with Ginny after having told her he loved her, was to make it real. Before, was only a dream that was wrong, an intangible wisp that he could never grasp. It was like walking down a tunnel aimlessly. But now, here, right now, he could grasp that dream. He could make it real. He could rush into the tunnel towards light, or step backwards from it. It was up to him.



"Ginny," he whispered. She pressed her cheek to his. He forgot his fear, a little bit, as she hugged herself closer to him. Then her fingers were diving down between their bodies and stroking over the hard bulge in his trousers.



"Fuck, Ginny...this is not helping me decide."



"Don't decide, then," she whispered. Her tongue slithered over his ear, and little warm fingers tickled over his nipples while the other five stroked up and down his cock. Ron groaned, dipping his head back as that hand wrapped around his length and pumped.



"Gin...uhhnn...Gin, t-turn around."



With a smile, and a little arched eyebrow of curiousity, Ginny obeyed. Ron sat her down on his lap, and then scooted to sit at the very edge of the couch.



"Gin, I want you to put your lower half over my legs."



He helped her to get in the right position, sliding her body upward, fondling her breasts, pushing her so that her chest was resting on the couch, her feet nearly on the floor and her bottom in his lap.



Ron slid his fingers under the hem of that lacy red pair of panties. With a smirk at the sight of them - those were a little funny, he admitted - he slid them down her legs. Ginny kicked them off her ankles.



Then, slowly, Ron circled his fingers around her buttocks, one cheek, then the other. He pressed his fingertips over the soft skin, marveling at how soft, how supple it was. When he trailed his hand down the back of Ginny's thighs he heard her breath hitch, and the sound made his cock a little more aching. She could feel it against her abdomen, couldn't she? He liked the thought of it, its touch torturing her. He knew she wanted him.



For a moment Ron snaked his hand in between her thighs, tickling the soft folds of her opening. She squeaked as he slid his finger up, up, and then slowly pushed into that other entrance. A low, needy groan burst from her lips as he slowly thrust his finger in, and then out.



Then Ron's hands cupped her bottom, squeezing it, hearing her gasp and moan his name in surprised pleasure. He raised his hand up and brought it down against her bottom with a loud, echoing smack.



Wow. She screamed, and Ron did it again. God, it was amazing. It made him feel liberated and free, to have her bent over his knee like this, her hands clenching at the couch and her face flushed red turned towards him. He knew she liked the touch when, on the third smack, a low whimper resulted.



Again and again Ron smacked his hand over Ginny's bottom. Her face was flushed and he watched her struggle to swallow. The leather of her corset scraped over his thighs, making his whole body tremble at the sensation. Every slap resulted in a loud, satisfying yelp. Ron grabbed her around the waist and made her stand up. With one hand around both of her wrists he walked her to the counter, and she grabbed it. He watched as she spread her legs wide apart, making the view even more delightful.



If Ron stood to the side of her, hecould see her breasts and her hole, her thighs already a little wet. He smacked his hand down again. Her whole body jolted forward and she cried out his name. Her breasts shook, and that pert little bottom was now red from the continuous hitting.



"Harder, Ron...oh, harder!"



Ron smacked his hand down harder, faster. His breath was loud in his ears, but Ginny's cries were louder. She murmured, "Oh, yes, yes," as Ron made the smacks more forceful, pinching at her buttocks occasionally, slipping a finger to thrust into her wet vagina. The red tendrils of hair were wet, and he slid his fingers through it before sinking them down again into her hole. Ron sucked the juices from his fingers, groaning at the sweet and tangy flavor. He had to have a taste.



He knelt down between her thighs, hearing her laugh as she realized what he was doing. "A little impatient, Ron?"



But when his tongue was lapping at her folds and then thrust into her hole, she bent one leg to settle her knee on his shoulder, pressing her thigh against his cheek. The harder he thrust his tongue, the more she moaned, thrusting her hips up against him.



"Ron...oh...give me more...Roon, ohh, oh!" He growled, licking around and around her, sucking the drops from his lips before diving his tongue in again. She came with a low moan, and her legs began to tremble. Ron put his hands over her butt to steady her, licking up the excess from between and on her lovely, soft thighs.



He stared at her as she sat down on the floor, gasping for breath. He couldn't believe how fortunate he was to have such a beautiful sister, and one that was all his.



By the time they reached the couch Ginny was entirely naked, and when he sat down next to her she reached out to grab the waist of his jeans.



"Whoa, Ginny! Whoa!"



"Stop with your 'whoas,'" she said, grinning. "This is what I want..."



And her hand shoved down his jeans, and his shorts, and then wrapped lovingly around his cock. Ron groaned aloud as his sister's tongue slid up and down his cock, sucking the precome from the head with a little whimper. She slicked his length up and down with her tongue until he was wet all over and his chest heaved for breath. Merlin!



When her hot, wet mouth sunk down on his throbbing cock, Ron couldn't stand it anymore. He thrust into her, gasping, "Ginny!"



She drank, and he watched how her eyelashes fluttered over her cheeks.For a while they lay there, satiated, content. Then Ron slowly sat up, saying, "I'm hungry after all that. Can you cook in that outfit of yours?"



Ginny grinned, sitting up. "I can cook in anything, Ron."



She sidled over to the kitchen. Ron laughed as Ginny put on one of the aprons that mum used to let her wear as a child. It was a bright pink, frilly thing. Ron stood up and reached to tie it around her waist, smacking her butt as she went to dig around the cupboards. He leaned on the counter, watching her as she went about cooking.



The ingredients were put in a muddle by the stove, and then with a flick of her wand she started the potatoes cutting and slid a tray into the oven.



"There," she said. Ron watched how her eyes sparkled as she stepped towards him. She wrapped her arms around him lovingly, and then slowly began to kiss down his form. He trembled as her kisses treated him, lovingly around a nipple, and then her hand was stroking over his cock.