WARNING: This is a highly explicit lemon that features incest and a large age gap where one person is underage. Don't like, don't read.
A/N: Stupid little fic that I just had to let out haha. Having trouble finishing stuff, so naturally I just keep starting new things. Great plan, eh? One of these days I'll learn some discipline & finish what I've started. This is unedited & I'm sure I'll heavily edit it later, so please forgive it's totally erratic and ridiculous writing-style. Actual smut is in CH 3 just fyi heh.
To say that Ginevra Molly Weasley had blossomed would be a colossal understatement. The transition she'd undergone from the age of 14 to 15 was dramatic, to say the least. She'd filled out completely, and from the back she could easily pass as a fully-grown woman in her mid-twenties. Her face was still young, but with the makeup she wore, it was pretty inconceivable that she was still in high school. She was almost 5'8" with a svelte build, excepting her breasts and butt, which were both large, perfectly rounded, and eye-catching. Ginny knew exactly how to complement her tantalising curves without seeming low-class.
While she'd always had a fiery and outspoken temperament, her wild side seemed to have exploded over the years. While Molly and Arthur were a little concerned by her change in dress style, bold makeup, and extremely healthy social life, Ginny was a perfect daughter when she was home and always kept her word. She had a good head on her shoulders and knew how to regulate herself well. Everything in moderation was the key to a happy AND successful life.
She was known at Hogwarts as a rebel, party girl, wild child, free spirit, tough chick, popular girl, hot girl, daredevil, and overall irresistible badass. Everyone wanted her. Girls, guys, all grades, all cliques, no one was immune to her charms. The confidence she exuded when she swung her hips striding down the school corridors, music blasting from her headphones, boot heels clicking on the stone floors, waist-length red hair swaying from side to side, infected everyone who saw her. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle and smoulder simultaneously due to the black makeup lining them. Smokey eyes had never looked this good. She styled her eyebrows more thickly than most, contoured her face to make it more angular looking, but only wore a touch of rouge and shimmer, and while her lips were a subtle burgundy that made it look like blood was pooling beneath the skin, they could not distract from her penetrating eyes and the intimidating blackness they floated on.
"Fuck." Ginny frowned in displeasure as she brought her mug from her lips and back to the table. She rapped her long, black-painted nails on the wood table in irritation. "Tea's gone cold. I always do that."
"If you weren't so easily distracted, you might remember you had tea in the first place," said Ron, who was flipping through the latest issue of Quidditch Weekly on his sister's bed. Ginny was sitting at her desk surfing the web for the latest event they could go to.
"Yeah, you're one to talk. Hey, look, Ron, a squirrel!" She excitedly pointed to her window, turning from her laptop for a moment.
Ron twitched and barely raised his eyes above the magazine to the window before saying, "Har har. Very funny." Ginny just laughed and turned back to her desk, taking her pin-straight hair in her pale hand and tugging it over her shoulder. She was wearing a black spaghetti strapped tank top and faded gray jean short shorts, knee-high laced black combat boots and tons of silver and black jewellery. She had about twenty piercings on each ear, a nose ring, anti-eyebrow studs, and a tongue piercing. She had a few tattoos and a navel piercing, but since these were out of sight, no one knew about them unless they saw her in a swimsuit or less, which, granted, a lot of people did.
Ginny had a sort of social immunity that granted her the privilege of sleeping with as many people as she liked and never being called a slut. It was like she seemed so untouchable and awesome that people were thrilled if she chose them as her next partner. She was like the wind, unable to be captured, unable to be controlled, so no one even tried. She came and went as she pleased and simply existed on a level beyond her mortal peers. She was a goddess of sensuality, if she deigned to look your way, you could feel your throat go dry and your heart race. If she spoke to you in that strong, but throaty voice of hers, your knees might buckle and you'd have to grab on to something so as to not collapse at her feet. If she touched you, forget it. You were hers.
The only ones immune to her charms were her family members. Almost. She could still do no wrong in her parents' eyes and so they permitted her a freedom none of her brothers had been allowed, which naturally angered them greatly. But Ginny was the baby, the little sister, the only girl, so her big brothers felt compelled to love and protect her regardless of how she got on their nerves. They were proud of her cleverness, her wilful nature, her strength of spirit and character, and her beauty. She impressed them more and more each day, and while they expressed their disapproval of her nonchalance when it came to intimate affairs, they couldn't fault her for being an inherently sexual being. Besides, who were they to judge? Could they really say they wouldn't do the same if they had the same prowess she did? They were probably just a bit jealous, though they'd never admit it.
"I'm gonna go put on the kettle and make another cup. Want one?"
"Sure. Thanks, Gin." Ron had gone back to reading and didn't even look up as his sister stood, wriggled down her shorts which had ridden up significantly and exited the room, closing the door behind her. She'd almost made it to the kitchen when she remembered that she'd left her mug upstairs in her room. As she took the stairs two at a time with her long slender legs, she thought about what she was going to do that night. Go out? Stay in? There was a small house party that her friend Teresa was having at 9, but she hadn't relaxed at home for a while and due to the fact that most of the family had gone to France to pick up some Christmas stuff, it was relatively quiet in the house. Only Ron was home, but he was going to meet up with Harry and Hermione later on, so she'd probably be home alone for a good while. The thought excited her greatly, so she made up her mind that she was going to go all out for her long overdue night in.
Still absorbed in thought, she threw the door open carelessly before yelling out in alarm. "Ron! Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing?!" She'd walked in on her brother mid-wank, his trousers pulled down to his ankles, the Quidditch Weekly magazine still in hand, but since his other hand was occupied, it was falling open too wide and she could see another magazine was inside of it. He'd been looking at porn this whole time! He started and bent his knee and dropped the magazine to cover himself immediately. "Jesus fuck, Ron! On MY bed?! What's wrong with you? Get the fuck out!" Ginny had started picking up objects around her room and chucking them at the half-naked boy on her bed.
"Ouch! Stop! Okay! Sorry!" Ron had leapt off of the bed, hurriedly pulled his jeans up and started waddling toward the door, but Ginny was relentlessly pelting him with things and she had a very strong arm. "Fucking hell."
"Yeah, that's what I should be saying, goddamn pervert. Jesus. Having a wank on your sister's bed whilst she's gone down to fix you a cuppa. Christ, Ron. Last time I let you on my bed." He just rolled his eyes as she shoved him out her door and slammed it behind him for effect. She was about to throw herself on her bed when she shuddered in disgust and stripped the bedding from it, completely forgetting about her tea. She was too lazy to put new sheets on it, so she just let herself flop on the mattress. It was only 3 in the afternoon, but she was already exhausted, having stayed up super late gaming with Ron. Due to the fact that she usually stayed up late for one reason or another, she was accustomed to having an afternoon nap. It wasn't possible to sleep in at school, so she'd figured out that a nap between classes worked wonderfully and she kept up this schedule even when on break.
She was about to let herself drift off to sleep, but images of Ron masturbating on her bed kept popping into her head. "Ugh, God! What the fuck!?" She shook her head violently, bringing her hands to her temples as if to try to shake the images from her mind. But she couldn't. It had just been too weird seeing Ron like that. She'd seen some of her brothers naked before, of course. It was inevitable when you had so many siblings and you all lived together in a tiny house with unreliable locks on the doors. But it had mostly just been a flash here and there. A full moon, bit of ball sack and flaccid cock. Mostly stuff she thought was amusing and giggled over when they got embarrassed about having just been walked in on. But nothing like this. Sure, she'd heard Bill shagging his girlfriends when their parents were out. He was the second most sexually active Weasley after Ginny, though he had started long before her. Of all her brothers, she could easily tell he was the most handsome and had the most charm. He had a fierce and intense fire that lurked just beneath his exterior relaxed and nonchalant façade. She liked to think that they were alike in that way. He was the only brother she could ever talk to about her sex life, too. Charlie was too overprotective, Percy was too much of a prude, Fred and George just teased and made fun of her, and Ron just thought it was too weird and got grossed out thinking about her like that. Funny, since he was just jacking it in her room.
Ginny's thoughts alternated between "I just saw Ronald's cock. I just saw him with a full on erection. I just saw my brother masturbating," and "Ew why the fuck am I still thinking about this? What is happening? Fucking hell!" But her thoughts were hovering on her brother's penis and how she couldn't get over the fact that she'd walked in on him stroking it. She was thankful for a brief second that the next moment, the image of Ron's dick was pushed aside by another thought, though her gratitude was short lived. She'd started thinking about some of the conversations she'd had with Bill. She'd asked him a lot of questions, knowing he was the most experienced out of her brothers, and when they talked about sex, she'd always felt herself growing a bit aroused. She'd pushed that fact aside, dismissing it as normal to feel that way when talking about such things, but she remembered how when Bill told her or taught her about stuff, she'd always imagine him and her as the ones doing what he was describing. Again, she'd figured it wasn't a big deal since they were the two who were there talking about the stuff, but somehow, seeing Ron like that and the fact that it had just made her mind jump to thoughts she'd had about Bill, she suddenly started questioning whether or not she should have been more worried about what she was thinking and feeling whilst they had those talks.
Ginny felt a little ball of dread form in her throat and drop into her chest like an effervescent tablet being dropped into a glass of water. She gulped when she moved her legs and felt that a little wetness had developed between her legs. "What the fuck, Gin?!" She mentally chastised herself as she tried desperately to avoid thinking about her eldest brother. Flashes of his handsome face grinning at her, water running down his sculpted chest as he towelled himself off after getting out of the swimming hole, his biceps twitching as he pulled his long red hair into a ponytail, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray lock behind her ear, the feeling of his firm body against her tiny one as he held her close, consoling her when a boy had broken her heart for the first time, his face closing in on hers as he leaned down to kiss her lips. "Wait, woah! That last thing didn't happen! Why the fuck would that pop into my head? Why the fuck am I thinking about Bill in the first place?"
She jumped off of her bed, turned on some loud music and began to frantically do push ups and sit ups in an attempt to drive her thoughts away. "It's sick, Ginny. It's sick. He's your brother, for God's sake. You can have anyone you want, why are you thinking about your fucking brother, you disgusting bitch. You deserve to be punished." The image of Bill slamming her against her door and fucking her so rough and so mercilessly she was screaming half in pain, half in pleasure forced its way into her brain. This time she wanted to scream in horror. She felt herself gag and was legitimately afraid she was going to vomit. Despite this fact, she could still feel that she was turned on, and the panic that had been growing in her was now shrieking like a fire alarm. She'd had it. She wasn't able to stop her brain on her own, so she stood, grabbed a coat and her purse and bolted from the house as quickly as possible without even saying a word to Ron.