Chapter 4

As Ginny's body, now glistening with a sheen of sweat, trembled in the throes of her orgasm, Ron toyed with her clit with his thumb while pumping two fingers in and out of her glistening, pink core, the soft velvet walls contracting around the invading digits, spurring Ginny on towards a second orgasm. Chuckling, Ron finally withdrew his fingers as Ginny slowly came back to earth, lying panting and weak against his chest.

"There now, Gin Gin. That wasn't so bad was it?" Ron asked as he raised his left hand, slick with Ginny's juices to his lips, his tongue flicking out for a taste. Turning his head to look down at Ginny, he saw her gazing up at him, her head on his shoulder, watching him carefully. Deciding he liked how she tasted, Ron licked his fingers clean of her juices before shifting Ginny in his arms, his face inches from hers, causing her to swallow nervously.

Leaning further in, Ron captured Ginny's lips in a kiss, his free hand gripping the back of her head, demanding she reciprocate. Somewhat awkwardly at first, Ginny returned the kiss, her hands fumbling at her sides as Ron's tongue brushed against her lips, seeking admittance.

When Ginny's mouth opened for him, Ron thrust his tongue into her mouth, teasing and tasting, his tongue wrestling with her own, his fingers toying with strands of her hair as he deepened the kiss, his left arm snaking around her middle, pulling her tight against him, whether she liked it or not. Finally, after several minutes he pulled back a bit to catch his breath. Ron noticed a slightly glazed look in Ginny's eyes before she quickly came to her senses and looked away, a reddish tinge to her cheeks.

Smirking, Ron reached out and cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "We're not done yet, Gin Gin. I still haven't gotten to eat you out yet." Swallowing again, Ginny nodded and moved to lay back on the bale of hay beside her brother, her hands covering her slit as she tried to look anywhere but at him as he scooted further down the bale of hay and maneuvered her legs over his shoulders.

Frowning, Ron slapped her rear hard, causing her head to snap up and look at him. "Prop yourself up on your elbows, Gin Gin. I want your eyes on me the whole time." He said firmly. Nodding, Ginny did as she was told, forcing herself to meet her brother's gaze as he pushed her hands aside and leaned in, his tongue darting out, swiping across her soft pink core, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from her.

Ron kissed and nibbled softly on her glistening pink lips before gently parting them with his fingers, the fingers of his right hand teasing circles across her clit, causing her to moan louder as he probed her slippery hole with his tongue, teasing and thrusting the velvet muscle against her slick inner walls, his free hand playing with her firm backside as his tongue thrust in and out of her, slurping up her sweet nectar from its source.

Meanwhile, Ginny's head was clouded with lust as all reason left her. She no longer cared that this was wrong, that it was her brother's head buried between her legs, nor did she care any longer that she had no say whatsoever in what he did with her body. All she knew was this was the most intense feeling she had ever experienced. It was sinful, wicked bliss and she never wanted it to end.

Reaching down, she grabbed fistfuls of Ron's flaming red hair and forced his head firmly against her glistening core as her body spasmed out of control, waves of pleasure sweeping away all her self-control as she came all over his face. Panting heavily, Ginny collapsed against the hay bale, her grip on Ron's head slackening enough for him to pull back and move up beside her, licking his lips, his face shining with her juices in the dim lighting of the barn.

Smirking, Ron propped himself up on his elbow beside her and toyed with one of her nipples through her shirt. "See, Gin Gin? You are a bit of a slut after all. Judging by the way you were grabbing onto my head, I'd say you rather enjoyed yourself as much as I did."

Turning her head to the side she refused to meet his gaze. "You're such a prat, Ronald." She muttered but there was no longer any anger in her voice, instead, there was something else in her voice. Something Ron couldn't quite identify.

"Are you a virgin, Gin Gin?" Ron asked suddenly.

Startled by this sudden query, Ginny's head turned faster than lightning to face him, sputtering a moment before she nodded. "Dean wanted to do it when we were dating, but I wasn't ready. That's why he broke up with me." She said slowly, wondering where her brother was going with this new line of questioning.

Grinning from ear to ear, Ron wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest, his lips trailing soft kisses along her neck. "Not for long, Gin Gin. Tomorrow night, you're going to meet me here in the barn and I'm going to take your cherry." He whispered into her ear. Ginny gulped but nodded softly, before tilting her head to the side, giving him better access as Ron continued nipping at her neck, his hands sliding under her stained shirt to play with her ample tits.

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The next morning, Ron was woken much earlier than he would have liked by a pair of hands shaking him. Groaning, his eyes snapped open to find Hermione leaning over him. "Ron, wake up! It's Harry. He's gone. He left last night without us to hunt for the Horcruxes on his own." Hermione said frantically, her hands tearing away his blanket to drag him out of bed, when she paused frozen, her eyes transfixed on his boxers where his erection tented the fabric.

"Um, Ronald. I…is that your um…you know?" Hermione stammered nervously, her gaze fixed on his groin. "Err, yeah. That sometimes happens to boys in the mornings." Ron said, looking up at her. "Oh, err um okay then," Hermione said, still rooted to the spot.

Smirking, an idea suddenly forming in his head, Ron reached down and slid his boxers down his hips exposing his erection. "Would you like to touch it?" He asked suddenly. Startled, Hermione found herself unable to think clearly, her gaze locked on Ron's erection. She had never seen a man's thing before. "Err, w…what are you doing, Ron?" Harry's missing and we…have to…have to find…" She said trailing off slowly.

"Well, it's not going to go away unless it's taken care of. I usually do it myself in the shower every morning, but since you're here, why don't you go ahead and do it for me?" Ron said, grinning up at a blushing Hermione.

TBC