One Summer Afternoon

Ask Ron if his sister Ginny was an innocent girl, and he'd have said yes for thirteen years. For thirteen long years, he was convinced she was a sweet little girl, pure and all that junk. Oh, how things changed that hot June day.

Everyone else was out, doing other things, leaving the two alone in the house. Ron sat in the kitchen, nibbling away at a sandwich he'd just made, enjoying his quiet time. He slept in pretty often now, it being about one in the afternoon when he got up that day, and he went straight to make lunch. Everything seemed absolutely normal, and he enjoyed the odd silence in the house; at least until Ginny came downstairs to get some lunch herself.

Ron didn't pay her much attention as, without a word, she went right by him and got the stuff out. His eyes casually noted her as she faced the counter and started making her sandwich, but they refocused when he realized exactly what she was wearing. She was in nothing more than a long t-shirt, but it wasn't long enough. In fact, the underside of her behind didn't even pretend it was being hidden. He sat mesmerized by the sight of his sister's bottom as she made her sandwich, his eyes widening as she leaned up on her toes to reach a plate just out of arm's reach, the shirt now riding up to reveal to him all of her firm backside, a pronounced, gorgeous ass far too good-looking for anyone's sister to have.

He couldn't look away. He was well aware of just how wrong this all was, ogling his sister's bare ass when she didn't even know it was revealed, but he didn't care. His eyes were glued to it, for better or worse. At one point, she tuned in the radio next to her, exclaiming "I love this song!" and tapping her foot to the music. He barely noticed the sound, though, as her hips mesmerisingly swayed with the rhythm, her lithe body twisting, her ass waving back and forth in front of him. It was absolute torment, and he felt as though, if it were any other girl, he wouldn't even panic. He would say something.

But this was his sister. Not Hermione or Lavender or one of the Patil twins. This was his sister, just one year younger than him, and every fantasy situation that had a similar setup was doomed to not advance nearly as well as this would. Because there'd be no advancement. It was a guilty pleasure he'd bask in the glory of for the moment, and then never speak of it again.

When finally her sandwich was done, Ginny turned around and pulled up a seat, and Ron tried to keep his face straight and his eyes back on his food as he took as big a bite as he ever had from a sandwich. He couldn't look her in the eye after that display.

Ginny could, though, seemingly unaware that her ass was bared out for her brother to see, and that he watched the whole time. "How was your sleep? I heard your mattress's springs going for a while, it sounded like you were tossing and turning a lot."

Sure, let's go with that, he thought. In reality, he was off in his fantasy land, a secluded private beach, nothing but him, sand, and the Patil twins in bikinis three sizes too small, screaming to tear open to accommodate their developing bodies, arguing over who he gets to massage first, before Lavender Brown comes back, wearing an even smaller bikini, with the lotion and proposes the girls try to win him over. The springs weren't going because he couldn't get to sleep.

Of course, he couldn't tell her that he masturbated furiously to fantasies of girls from school--for reference's sake, the contest devolved into a very sweaty foursome with the girls all very willing to experiment, and the idea of ringing up Hermione to see if she could join them on their private beach. He also couldn't tell her that he wanted so very badly to do it again, right then and there, to the mental image of her sweet ass.

"I think one of the springs in my bed is broken, I felt something digging into my back." A shame Padma's nails weren't real.

"You should ask mum to try and get a new one. Or flip it over, that could help."

"I'll try that after, then," he muttered, the whole while never actually looking up at Ginny. He couldn't face her.

"You've got a little mayonnaise on your face."

Ron wiped around his mouth.

"Still there," she laughed a little.

He wiped again.

"Still. Just stay still, I'll get it."

Looking at Ginny failed as, completely out of the blue for her, she climbed onto the table and crawled across it. His eyes weren't drawn to her face, though, but to her shirt. It was incredibly loose, and with her on all fours crawling as gracefully as one conceivably could across the table, he could easily see her breasts; not impressive or large by any measure, fairly normal for a girl her age, but being the first time he'd seen a girl's breasts in person...crap.

It didn't help that Ginny's idea of "getting the mayonnaise off his face" wasn't to rub it off or use a napkin. Instead, she leaned in, grabbing her brother's face as she liked the side of his lip, her tongue brushing against the corner of his mouth.

At this point, Ron was incredibly confused, totally shocked by the series of sights and feelings that came upon him. She was his sister, but by some insane string of events, she was rapidly becoming a masturbation fantasy he didn't want to partake in, but hormones overruled decency.

He began to pull away, like an idiot, and with Ginny clutching to him, he ended up pulling her with him. He groaned as he fell flat on his back, and gasped as he pulled his sister down for the ride. She laughed as she fell on top of him, her face still hovering just above his, her body now pressed against his as she seemed almost to try and pin him down, and he swore she was grinding slightly against his leg.

No! This was all too much for Ron. "Sorry, I have to use the bathroom, badly," he said as composed as he could--read: not at all--and rushed upstairs. He didn't stop, his shorts screaming to be taken off, and sister or not, he was going to indulge that fantasy if only to get rid of it. He slammed his bedroom door and frantically threw his shorts and boxers off as she slipped onto his bed and wasted no time going to work.

The images of his mind, for once, were not of three bisexual Gryffindors experimenting in their dorm room when he was somehow lucky enough to get stuck in there for the night. Instead, they were of Ginny. His sister. And he was totally unrepentant of that fact. Now that he began to think about it, began to stroke himself to the thought of his sister, he began to see something different in her. Her adorable face, her smile...damn, was he actually becoming attracted to his sister? At least physically, it seemed. He loved the idea of busting a nut all over her face, of coating her small breasts and breathtaking ass in his cum, making her scream his name as he pounded into her furiously, watching her suck him off while looking up at him as adorably innocent as she could, seeing what she tasted like and giving her some pleasure as well, and burying himself in that ass. All the various things he would do to her ran through his head as he lost himself in what was arguably the greatest wank of his life, fresh off some direct visual and physical stimulation. It felt incredible as, with a heavy groan of "Ginny!", far louder than he was comfortable with, he closed his eyes, thrust upward, and came. He felt his hand grow sticky as his cum dripped down his hand, down his shaft, onto his bed...he came a lot, more than he thought he could, especially when he was so busy the night before, but there it all was.

"All that, just for me?" laughed a voice from the doorway.

Shit. There, in her shirt, with her hip cocked to the side, Ginny leaned against the door frame. "I see how it works," she continued. "I make a pass at you, show off my assets, lick your face, and then straddle you, and you run up here to jerk off." She began to walk toward the bed, toward her brother, who was naked from the waist down, his penis not softening any as he watched the hypnotic sway of her hips as she moved. It wasn't how she usually did, but he wasn't complaining. "I could have sucked you off, earned all this cum for myself, and you shouted my name, so clearly you were thinking about me." She climbed onto the bed, hunger in her eyes now as she got on all fours and crawled up his body.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, let's see, Ron. I'm in hormone overdrive, it's summertime, so I can't sneak off for quickies with other students, we're in the house alone, you're just as horny as I am, and I'd have no problem with making your summer a lot more interesting." As she said this, of course, she began to snake back down his body, licking the cum from his shaft between sentences. "All the boys I usually fuck at school are too far for me to see regularly, but you're right here..." She took a long lick up his shaft, then back down. "...and a whole lot bigger than them, too." She had licked him clean, and took his entire penis into her mouth, not wasting a single second as she went straight to work.

Ron moaned, his body frozen from the shock of the whole situation. He still wasn't entirely sure of what was going on; maybe this was his fantasy and he was just really into it. All he knew was that Ginny was disturbingly skilled for her age at oral sex, and as he looked down at her, he found her expression jokingly innocent, almost angelic from the nose upward and slut from the mouth down. Just like he imagined.

It wasn't to be, though. Seemingly just as soon as she began, she stopped, pulling away and holding his shaft. "I'm going to save sucking you for another time, since I don't know how much you have left, seeing as you just hit the jackpot here, and last night was real busy."

Of course; she didn't buy his bullshit excuse. She wasn't stupid and knew exactly what he was doing; it was how apparently horny he was from how long he went last night that she decided to make the move.

"So what now?" he asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear her say it.

His efforts were rewarded. In a voice that could have made him cum by itself, she moaned, "I want to feel your hard cock fill me up, make me scream, and then make my pussy drip with your cum for the rest of the night." And she meant every word of it. She pulled up her shirt as she went, exposing her dripping wet vagina to him, followed by her midriff, and then her small breasts, before casting the shirt aside and sliding up his body, her mouth planting kisses all along it as she went, straddling his leg so that her pussy drugged along it and left a trail of her juices leading up toward her prize; her brother's cock. Unceremoniously, she slammed herself down, burying him to the hilt into her, taking no time to rest as she began to rock in his lap, building up speed quickly as she pressed her hands down on his chest.

Ron moaned as his sister's tight pussy clenched tightly around his penis, her quick movements blowing his mind. She was rough and fast, handling him like meat. He was past the point of no return, all sense of taboo around the issue gone, not that he would have any say about these things. Ginny was in control and would probably extort the sex out of him somehow, and with the very frustrating display in the kitchen, he desperately needed release, and she was just so damn tight. His hands reached out, grabbing her firm buttocks and squeezing them as Ginny rode him.

"Fuck me," she moaned, her body seemingly slithering as she rode him, a wave coming across her body with every motion, fluid like water, an alluring dance that proved her very flexible. Her breasts bounced lightly with every motion, and she could see her brother mesmerized by her movements, torn between taking his hands from her wonderful ass and kneading her breasts. No reason he couldn't have both. She leaned forward, all the while continuing her motions and moaning obscenities at her brother, and she lowered her breasts, cupping them as they met her brother's eager mouth.

Ron couldn't have been happier, and obliged his sister, swirling his tongue around her small, pink nipple, eliciting louder moans from his sister as his groans loosed into her breasts. His hands continued to work her ass and he declared himself just about the luckiest man in the world; he had such a cute girl lying on top of him, giving him the shag of his fucking life. Her breasts were small but well-proportioned, her ass was heavenly, her pussy felt like a perfect fit, so tight and slick and ready for his cock. He looked up at her face and saw a very different girl than he ever did. She was lust-stricken, caught in the moment and driven into the depths of pure ecstasy, and she was beautiful as she did it. She was his sister, but now she was also something else. He gave in at last, entirely, deciding that, taboos be damned, she was such a great lay, her cunt clutching down on him so tightly, so warm, so moist, that this would be the greatest summer of his life.

"Stick a finger in my ass!" she snarled as she pulled away from him, again pressing her hands on his chest for leverage as she moved even faster now, frantically heaving atop him, feeling his cock plunge into her, fill her up like no partner had before. She grabbed his hand from its place fondling her buttocks and put two fingers into her mouth, sucking them like a cock, making her brother shiver, before placing the hand back. "Stick them in!" she moaned as her brother obeyed, plunging the fingers into her slowly and not wasting any time building up a rhythm to match hers. "Fuck me Ron, I love you! Treat your sister like the cock slut she is and make her cum!" Screams and moans intertwined to create the unique sound of her words as the intense friction continued to build between them, her face thrown into a pleasure-driven frenzy, losing its angelic qualities as it descended into pure debauchery.

Ron smiled, finding his sister still beautiful, if in a more primal way, her screams of pleasure and strings of obscenities music to his ears. His fingers continued to pump in and out of her ass, moving now in perfect complement to her own ministrations, sending shivers up her spine as her body threw itself into overdrive, moving frantically, spiralling out of control in pure, inebriated bliss. Her rapid, laboured screams of "Fuck me," encouraged Ron to keep going, now thrusting up against his sister.

"I'm cumming, Gin!" he screamed, feeling the sensations swelling up inside him, his fingers dutifully pounding his sister's tight back entrance, his body pressing upward, against hers.

"Yes, Ron! Fill your sister with your cum!" she moaned as her orgasm rocked her just a second sooner, pleasure burning through her body as her pussy clenched down on Ron, hungrily taking all of his incestuous seed as she fell forward, meeting his lips with hers as their moans and screams died out to the sound of their sloppy kiss.

Ron was utterly shocked as he continued to release his load in his sister, cumming even more than when he masturbated. He should have been dry by now, but he felt like that massive load wasn't even the end of it. As his penis began to soften at long last inside of Ginny, he felt like he was still in for quite a ride before anyone came home.

"That was great," she said once their kiss ended. "This was a good idea. We're going to have fun this summer." She dismounted him, turning around and getting down on all fours, wiggling her ass as their combined juices dripped from her pussy. "I've never had it in my ass, and I want you to be the first one in there, Ron."

Greatest. Summer. Ever.