Author's Note. The original author only posted two chapters so from here on in, it's all me.

Chapter 3

"Finally, we can take a break," Ron said, wiping the sweat off his brow as he walked into the darkened kitchen and collapsed in a chair around the kitchen table.

"Oh, honestly, Ronald. It wasn't so bad. I love weddings. And Fleur looked so beautiful in her dress." Hermione sighed dreamily, the way only girls can when thinking about weddings. Beside her, Harry sat quietly, while Hermione continued rambling on about weddings, even though nobody was listening.

They had spent all evening cleaning up after Bill and Fleur finally left for their honeymoon and the guests had all departed. The adults had all turned in for the night, so it was just the four of them. Ron was tired. And hungry, again. But most of all he was eager to continue his fun with Ginny.

Underneath the table, Ron gently nudged Ginny's leg with his hand. Turning, from where she sat beside him, Ginny met her brother's gaze and suppressed a groan as he gave her the discrete signal they had agreed on earlier. Standing, Ginny excused herself and slipped away from the table. A few minutes later, Ron stretched and stood up as well. "I'm going to go on up, myself. Are you coming up soon, Harry?" Ron asked, praying the answer was no.

"Actually, I was thinking about going for a short fly on my firebolt before bed," Harry said, stretching and heading towards the kitchen door.

"Have fun, Harry. I'm going on up to bed now. Good night, Harry, Ron." Hermione said, heading upstairs.

"Perfect. Now it's just me and Ginny, uninterrupted." Ron thought happily, smirking as he exited the burrow and headed towards the darkened barn where he and Ginny had agreed to meet. As he walked towards the barn, Ron spotted Harry sneaking quickly towards the ward line at the edge of the burrow. "He's going to leave and try to hunt the Horcruxes down without us." Ron realized suddenly.

Ron now faced a dilemma. He could alert Hermione to Harry's plan and they could all go off on the hunt together, or he could continue his fun with Ginny and now the added possibility of Hermione as well. Had he been a better friend, he would have never had to think about it at all. But Ron was a rather petty person and had secretly resented Harry's fame and wealth. He knew exactly what he was going to choose to do. Turning, Ron ignored Harry and continued towards the barn, a tent in his jeans and an evil grin on his face.

Ron opened the barn door and paused as he flicked his wand at the magical lighting system causing it to flicker to life, the dim glow lighting up the barn. There were no windows in the barn so there was no danger of anyone spotting the lights from the house and coming to investigate. Turning around, Ron closed the barn door and cast a locking and silencing spell on the door before wandering deeper into the barn to find Ginny already there, waiting, perched on a large bale of hay.

A thin blanket had been spread out and Ginny sat on it, dressed in her stained t-shirt from that morning and a tight fitting denim skirt. She sat, staring dejectedly at her feet, but looked up as Ron approached stopping a few feet in front of her. He quickly unfastened and removed his jeans, along with his boxers, his hard cock jutting out in front of him from a patch of copper curls. "Get to it, Gin Gin." He said, briskly.

Now fully resigned to her fate, Ginny moved to kneel before her brother on the dirty floor of the barn and wrapped her hand around Ron's shaft, stroking slowly up and down as she engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking softly, as her free hand toyed with his balls. "Maybe, if I can make him cum fast enough he'll let me go." She thought to herself as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

Ron placed his left hand on the back of Ginny's head, guiding her movements, forcing her head down further, making her gag on his length, his eyes half closed, his lips slightly parted, a long, loud moan escaping his lips before letting up on her head when she began to panic from lack of oxygen. "We're going to have to work on your gag reflex, Gin Gin," Ron said, smirking as Ginny continued to bob on his shaft. He could feel his balls tightening and knew he was close to cumming.

Pulling out of her mouth, Ron stroked his cock and moaned, pointing his cock toward her face. The first two spurts landed on her face and in her hair. The rest landed on her shirt, across her ample tits. Sighing in satisfaction, Ron paused to regain his breath before looking at Ginny, who knelt on the floor of the barn, squirming and looking longingly at the only entrance to the barn, still securely locked.

"Don't just sit there, Gin Gin. Take that skirt off." Ron said, moving around her and taking a seat on the bale of hay. Her hopes dashed, Ginny sighed and climbed to her feet. Standing in front of him, she slowly began to unzip her skirt. Deciding she was taking to long, Ron flicked his wand, sending a silent stinging hex at her, causing her to shriek and jump, glaring at him. "Hurry up, Gin Gin," Ron said, impatiently.

Quickly, Ginny slid out of her skirt and stood before him, dressed only in her t-shirt and sandals, her long, fiery red hair framing her shoulders. Ron's eyes instantly traveled to the juncture of her thighs, grinning as he stared at the neatly trimmed patch of ginger curls covering her pink slit. "Beautiful, Gin Gin," Ron said, licking his lips. "Please, Ron. Don't make me do this." Ginny tried once again to reason with her brother.

Frowning, Ron hit her with another stinging hex. "Silence Gin Gin. I thought we settled this. You belong to me now. I'll do as I please. Now get over here." He said, motioning her forwards with his hand. As Ginny moved closer, Ron pulled her down into his lap, his left hand roughly pushing her legs open, his fingers moving quickly to play with the soft pink lips of her slit.

Ginny shuddered, trying desperately to wish herself away, as Ron's fingers toyed with her clit sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Ginny squirmed lightly in Ron's lap, a quiet moan escaping her lips despite herself as she felt herself becoming aroused. Ron smirked at her, his fingers moving to probe her opening, finding a thin trail of her juices flowing out of her hole. "You're a little slut aren't you, Gin Gin? Getting wet from your own brother fingering your little cunt." Ron said, laughing.

Ginny shook her head, her mouth opening to deny his claims but succeeded only in letting out a loud moan, her hips bucking against her brother's hand as his fingers found her G-spot. "Please, Ron. Please…don't ahh…" She moaned again, her body betraying her in the worst way as her orgasm hit her hard. Her body shaking, her mouth opening in a loud, long moan, her juices gushing from her cunt, all over Ron's hand.

TBC