Author's note. I came across this story a few years back and saved it to my computer. A while later it was deleted, but I thought it had potential, so I wanted to continue it. If the original authors come forward and ask that I take it down I will do so. Just to note, I kept parts, edited others out and added a little of my own flair as well, so it's not quite the same as the original author's version.

Manipulation

Chapter 1

Ron rubbed his eyes as he continued up the stairs towards his room. It had been a terribly long day. The wedding guests would be arriving tomorrow, and his mother had been forcing them all to perfect the Burrow for weeks now. Luckily, Molly refused to have her children working in front of Fleur's family and had even borrowed a few house elves from Hogwarts to work the wedding.

He rubbed his eyes again and yawned, blinking sleepily as he forced himself to focus on climbing the stairs, but still he stumbled over the final step and fell painfully on the landing. Gingerly returning to his feet, he noticed that the door to Ginny's room was slightly ajar.

Recalling that he had wanted to talk to Hermione about pursuing their relationship, Ron opened the door and slipped into the room quietly. The sight that greeted him shocked him to the very core. His little sister was lying on the bed, her head thrown back, eyes shut tight, face a mask of ecstasy, and three fingers sliding in and out of her glistening pink center.

Ron gulped as his jeans tightened, his cock swelling uncomfortably in the confines. He'd never thought of his baby sister like that before, but he couldn't deny she was hot. He quickly left the room, luckily in the throes of her orgasm, Ginny hadn't noticed him. Standing in the hallway, Ron tried to process what he'd just seen. Slowly, however, a plan rose to his mind, a plan to be prepared for Hermione one day, and a plan to make this seemingly endless summer bearable.

He knocked loudly on the door, calling through it to his sister. "Hey, Ginny?"

"Yes?" She replied through the wall, her voice breaking mid-sentence.

"Can I come in?" Ron asked. "I need to talk to you really fast."

"Sure." She stuttered again a few moments later.

As he stepped through the door, the stench of sex overwhelmed him. Ginny was wiping her hands on the blanket, a slight sheen glimmering on her pale skin under the lone bedroom light.

"What do you want, Ron?" Ginny asked, fidgeting nervously.

Ron slipped his wand from his back pocket, surreptitiously aiming it at the door behind him.

"It doesn't matter what I want, but whether you will give it to me." He said, casting a silent locking spell and then a silencing spell at the door frame.

"What are you talking about?!" Ginny demanded as she watched him.

"What do you think Mum's reaction would be if I told her that I caught you fingering yourself in here?" Ron asked casually, as he pocketed his wand.

"What are you talking about?" Ginny cried shooting up in her bed. "Why the hell would she believe that?"

"Because it's true," Ron told her. "All I have to do is borrow Harry's Pensieve and show her. She can't deny visual proof. Besides, after Fred and George told her all about you and Dean, she's already convinced you're nothing but a slut."

"Not to mention with the wedding tomorrow, there will be a slew of guests arriving that we will never see again. If I tell her that I saw you getting frisky with one of them, you know she will believe me, especially after I show that I can prove my other claims. However, if you give me what I want..." His voice trailed off expectantly.

"What do you want?" Ginny asked, dropping her head resignedly.

Ron grinned. She'd fallen perfectly for his plan. He casually walked towards her, unbuttoning his jeans as he approached the bed, stepping out of them when they fell to his ankles.

Ginny paled, her freckles standing out against the alabaster skin. "Ron what are you doing..." She asked fearfully.

Ron's grin widened. "I think you know exactly what I want."

He pulled his dick out, hooking his boxers underneath his cock, letting his rock hard 5 inches hang. "Suck it."

"I'm your sister Ron! Your SISTER! What the fuck is wrong with you?" She cried, scooting back away from him, flinching when she smacked into the cool wooden bedframe.

"Fine," Ron agreed, turning away. "I'll just go see if I can borrow Harry's Pensieve for a few minutes..."

"Ron. Please don't do this." Ginny begged. "I'm your sister: do you really want her to kill me?"

"The choice is yours, Ginny, and time is running out. Don't forget, Hermione's sleeping here tonight, do you want her to walk in on us?"

"Fine, I'll do it," Ginny said, bowing her head submissively

His sister dropped to her knees and looked up nervously.

Ron's face hardened. "Now Gin-Gin, or I'll tell Mum anyway."

She flinched again but nervously wrapped one hand around his length.

Ron groaned as she leaned in and licked it from base to tip, before whimpering weakly when she engulfed it in her warm, wet mouth.

Ron let her bob up and down on his dick for a moment, before resting his hand on the base of her neck. The blowjob had him weak at the knees, feeling as if he had died, and this was the best heaven imaginable.

With the new grip, Ron was able to properly fuck Ginny's mouth, he bottomed out against the back of her throat, and it wasn't long before he came. Pulling out, he sprayed hot cum across her face with the first spurt, some landing in her hair. The rest of his load landed on her chest and stomach, congealing on her shirt over her ample tits.

He grabbed a fistful of Ginny's hair and used it to clean his cock, before zipping his pants up and turning to leave.

"Oh, and Ginny?" Ron said, looking back over his shoulder.

She wiped the cum from her eyes before opening them.

"Tomorrow, wake up early and come to my room so you can take care of my morning...problem. If you don't, I'll just show up here." He ordered. "Be sure to wipe your face Gin-Gin. Wouldn't want Hermione to come in and see that you had sex with Harry in here. Oh, and keep that shirt on, I want to see how many times I can cum on it before anybody notices."

Ron stepped out into the hall, quickly making his way up to his room. He stripped his clothes off, tossing them haphazardly on the floor, before crawling into his bed.

A grin on his face, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.