Ginny bent over in laughter as Fred's fingers worked her sides. "Stop," She panted as his fingers tickled her unbearably. "Please, st-stop." She giggled. George looked over at his siblings from his perch on the top step of the burrows front door. He chuckled as Fred got Ginny down on the lush green grass; he was leaning over her, his fingers now working on her neck and stomach.

"Fred, get the bottom of her feet. She hates that." George cheered his twin on. they look so dumb. he thought as he watched the two rolling on the ground trying to tickle each other. Soon however the tickling stopped and they were wrestling. Each trying to pin the other on the ground for more then five seconds. Neither was succeeding, Fred would straddle Ginny only to have her flip him over and straddle him. Which made George want to join in, just to have her straddle him.

"Fred get off your sister George come go help your father, he's in the garage with the car, trying to enchant the bloody thing again." Mrs. Weasley said as she stepped out of the house, holding a rather dirty rug and an old kitchen broom in her hands. With a tap of her wand the broom set about beating the rug.

"Mum, when do you suppose Harry'll be here?" Ginny asked getting up from the ground and brushing off the grass and dirt from her light blue summer robes.

"Your father will go to get him tomorrow, Ginny dear. Now go clean your room." Mrs. Weasley always had the kids clean their rooms; she thought it helped with laziness. She wasn't about to have people think her children lazy and worthless.

"Yes, mum." She muttered as she skipped past and headed for her room. It really didn't need any cleaning since she kept it tidy all the time. She picked up her Pajama's and folded them then placed them on her trunk. Then she sunk down on her bed resting her head on the pillow.

What is going on? Ginny was having some confusing feelings right now. She didn't want to have these feelings, she just couldn't help it. She had been hanging out with her brothers a lot this summer. She loved it, they were fun and funny and extremely smart. They could talk for hours and still have things to talk about.

She had been sixteen for nearly a year; she was just now starting to get curious about the opposite sex. Sure she had always liked Harry but she had never meant anything serious about it. Now that she was home all the time she was starting to fantasize about the male species. She wanted a real kiss, a boy to hold her, maybe more.

Harry, she thought maybe he will realize what he left behind. Harry, Ron and Hermione had just finished their last year at Hogwarts. Thanks to the return of Sirus black, Harry was convinced that school was more important at this point, with out school he would not be able to out smart the Dark Lord. Sirus had explained to him that out smarting him was just as important as stopping him, because before he could stop him he had to outsmart him.

It had proved right; Harry Potter had stopped the dark Lord once again. This time hopefully for good. He could have never done it without his friends of course and he finally realized that.

"Ginn?" Fred said sticking his head in the half open door. "What ya' thinking about?" he asked coming into the room and sitting on the edge of her bed. She sat up and leaned her back against the wall, seeing how her bed was in the corner.

"Life." She said with a deep sigh, "I am really glad Hermione and Harry are coming over tomorrow, even happier that Ron will finally be here." She smiled in to Fred's deep hazel eyes. "Do you suppose that Ron finally plucked up the courage to tell Hermione how he feels? If he didn't I have half a mind to drag her rump right up to his room and show her that thing we found in his sock drawer." She laughed remembering the day her and Mrs. Weasley had been cleaning Ron's room. Ginny had been putting away his cloths when she stumbled upon a cardboard back book, inside were dozen of pictures of Hermione Granger. Some when she had her back towards the camera some when she was posing in front of the camera. Most had been taken by Colin Creevey.

"Yea, I think he plucked up the courage. I mean he had to face the Dark Lord and all. I can't believe he had the guts to stand by Harry and do that!" Fred laughed flinging back on Ginny's bed. For one insane minute Ginny had the urge to bend her head and kiss him. She shook the horrid thought from her brain and looked at the ceiling.

"Ewe, Incest," George said from the door when he saw Fred laying a cross Ginny's bed. "I am so into that." He laughed closing the door and making his way to the trunk where he plopped his butt down on the lid.

"Pervert." Fred said smiling up at his twin's matching Hazel eyes, together remembering something Ginny had no knowledge of.

"I have a feeling I don't want to know." Ginny laughed, she knew that her brothers had, had lots of 'relationships' they had probably had more then any number of the Weasley's put together.

"That was a good day," Fred laughed returning his sparkling eyes back to the ceiling. They were all lost in their own thoughts.

Ginny's were some where on the lines of. What if they weren't my siblings? Would I still feel this way? What would it feel like for them to touch me? What am I thinking they're my brothers but what if they weren't? But they are! she sighed, Wonder if their hands would feel like Harry's had? She had lost her virginity about a year ago, just before Dumbledore's death. She hadn't known what else to do, he had wanted it she was sure, plus she was scared and didn't want him to think she was weak. She had liked it, after the pain had faded; he hadn't been rough like she thought he might. He had been very gentle. It had been wonderful until Ron had walked in, then it got awkward. Of course he couldn't see or hear them because of the spells placed on Harry's curtains, but they could still hear him. He had been mad about something and his complaining soon killed the whole thing.

Fred's thoughts weren't to far from hers' only his were a bit more detailed. Would she make sound? Maybe moan, scream? he smiled at the thought of the gorgeous red head sitting on the bed next to him. Bet those deep brown eyes of hers glaze over, maybe she'd run her hands over Me. Pervert! Screamed a little voice in the back of his mind, he ignored it just like he had the other night when George had crawled in to bed with him. It wasn't intentional, his room had been littered with boxes and he had no where else to sleep. He had come in wearing nothing but his boxers, to Fred's surprise he had gotten excited. What surprised Fred even more was that when he went to 'relieve' him self of this excitement George had noticed and in turn grown hard. That had been a very sleep less night.

George thought about the night he had spent with his twin, he thought about that night and in the middle of it he had muttered the idea of them spending the rest of their nights like that, how it would have been better with one more person. Fred had readily agreed, George was now wondering if Ginny could some how fit in to their next wild night. she sure is beautiful enough; she has grown a lot since her birthday. Her boobs for one, they've expanded quiet a lot. he looked over at her; she was staring at a wall, so he took the time to check out her figure. She had a slim waste and very long smooth legs that were being displayed through the opening of her sky blue robes. The one's she had been given by them for her birthday. She had on a tight Easter pink tank top on underneath and very short jean shorts. Man would I like to run my hands up those thighs. he smiled down at her creamy white thighs.

Ginny knew George was looking at her she could feel his eyes on her; she could see him out of the corner of her eye. He was looking at her chest, then her waste. Now he was looking between her legs at the top of her thighs. Ginny smiled slyly at the wall and raised one knee, just enough so that her robes fell to the bed and spread the other leg straight out over Fred, giving George a good view of the crotch of her very short, very tight blue jean shorts. With very much satisfaction she noticed George look down and herd the sharp intake of breath before he stood up and walked to the small window. Fred had looked up and was now staring at Ginny's legs, he had a wide open mouth and his eyes had grown huge.

"Um…Ginn?" He finally managed to spit out. "I hav-have to pee." He sat up pushing her leg off of him and made for the door George reached it just before him.

"Going to help him George?" Ginny laughed as they both reached for the door. George gave a look to Fred that said I know what you're thinking, and no way! He managed to convey with his eyes that he thought it was wrong. She was only sixteen for love of Merlin!

"Um…Unless you want me to stay?" he said shrugging and then taking his place back on the trunk.

"Well, if you want to help him by all means go ahead. That'd defiantly be kinky!" Ginny said as Fred opened the door and strolled out. George was eyeing his younger sister suspiciously.

"What?" she asked smiling, her legs still bare and exposed. She spread them a bit farther a part and laid back against the pillow. She heard a low click and a muttered curse before George joined her on the bed.

"You're so wrong…"George muttered as he spread his hand over her smooth thigh. Ginny did nothing but smile; she knew it was wrong to want her brothers. What she really wanted was both of them…at the same time. Ginny could feel Georges hand through her thin top, it was warm and erotic. His fingers skimmed the inside of her left thigh, his rough hands sending erotic shivers up to her mid-section.

When he reached the top of her jean shorts he lifted the hem of her shirt and ran his hand up the inside of the tight shirt, to the bottom of her bra. Ginny sighed, but made no move to stop him. His fingers grew braver and he unclasped the front hook of her bra, before cupping her breast in his warm hand. Ginny took a deep breath as his hand worked her. Then George lowered his head and kissed her taut nipple through her shirt, and she moaned.

This encouraged him, so he lifted up and pulled her shirt completely off, along with her bra. Leaving her bare in front of him. He smiled, she was beautiful. He lowered his head and kissed her softly on the lips before moving his mouth back down the her taut nipples and sucking, nipping and licking them, bringing forth low moans from his sister. She twisted her fingers in his hair and held him in place. She arched her back off the bed for him to have better access to her.

George was getting really hard from all her moaning and her fingers were growing tighter in his hair which oddly enough excited him as well. He left her breast and trailed hot kisses down her stomach. Ginny gave a small moan and grabbed handfuls of his shirt which she pulled off. "George." She moaned in a lust filled voice.

George undid the button of Ginny's jeans and slid them off her leaving her in a cotton candy blue thong. A small blush crept up Ginny's stomach. She had put the thong on this morning not thinking any one would see it. George groaned and feathered light kisses on her hip bones, hooking his thumbs inside the string sides.

Ginny ran her slender fingers threw Georges silky red hair. George ran his hands down Ginny's thighs spreading them for better access, then he placed delicate kisses over them. Stopping and looking up when he reached the blue cloth covering her wet pussy, he saw her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips. He slipped his thumb under the cloth and heard her deep intake of breath as he rubbed her clit.

She let out a series of small moans and arched her back. George took this as encouragement and pulled her panties completely off before settling the kisses square between her thighs. He kissed her gently at first just his lips and breath touching her, then when she started to squirm and whimper his tongue connected and he was licking her. Making her moan, her fingers tightening in his hair. "George," she moaned.

George was so hard he hurt, straining against his jeans. He stopped and stood up; Ginny confused looked up to see him undoing his pants. She sat up and brushed his clumsy hands away. "Let me," she purred as she let down the zipper and gently pulled down his pants and boxers all in on tug. His hard dick was eye level with her and she took the head in her mouth. Gently pushing it around with her tongue, she swirled her tongue around it. Then took it all in her mouth, he was so big she nearly gagged but caught her self and adjusted so that it fit. It was Georges turn to burry his hands in her hair and groan with pleasure. "Gin."

He pulled out of her mouth and pushed her back down on the bed. Slipping his hand down, he rubbed her clit and slipped two fingers in her. She was wet and tight, arching against him. She rapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. He pulled his fingers out and placed the head of his hard cock in her. Then he thrust in, hard. Ginny gasp, at first it was painful but then it got much better.

He slid almost all the way out before thrusting in again. Ginny cried out in pleasure. "George" again he was thrusting in hard. She arched her back farther still, digging her nails in his shoulders. "mm-uh" George pulled out, thrust in deep. Pulled back out and thrust back in, out, in. Groaning every time he thrust.

"Ginny!" he groaned. "God" he thrust harder and deeper each time.

"George! George…, George!" Ginny cried, "Ohm God!" She was coming up off the bed to meet his every thrust. Her nails digging deeper into his shoulders.

"Aggg." George groaned one last time as both of them hit their orgasm. Ginny letting out a small muffled scream. George collapsed on top of her, sweaty and tired. "Man Fred missed something, didn't he?" He laughed in her neck. Both their breathing was labored, and it was hard to understand him, but Ginny understood. It was good, not just for me!

"What are you guys doing in there?" Fred asked from the outside of the locked door. "I can't get in!" George looked down at his younger sister, her flaming red hair tangled and sticking to her temples. He lifted off her and reached for her cloths.

"No," she grabbed his arm. "Let him in." She gave George a sly smile before stretching her arms above her head and yawning.