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Book 6: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince × Hogwarts Sixth Year × au for smut × Dead Dove: Do Not Eat × seriously read the tags! × Rape/Non-con Elements × Underage Sex × Impregnation × Pregnancy × Mpreg × Implied/Referenced Abortion × Angst × Fluff and Smut × Power Imbalance × Femdom × Gangbang × Gang Rape × Unsafe Sex × Incest × Rough Sex × Rimming × Cunnilingus × Orgasm Delay/Denial × magical dildos × Skull Fucking × Voyeurism × Exhibitionism × Threesome × Double Penetration × Drugged Sex × Gratuitous Smut × Shameless Smut × Porn With Plot × Angst and Drama × Mommy kink × Cock Slut Harry Potter ×
Feb 13th, 1997
It was nearly Valentine's Day before Ginny decided enough was enough.
She waited after Quidditch practice was over before she cornered Ron alone in the team's changing room. "Ok. I'm done waiting for you to get over your stupid hangups." She marched right up to him, drawing him into a heated kiss that grew sloppy fast.
For a few seconds, he responded beautifully to her.
And then Ron freaked out.
"Are you mad?" he yelped, his voice cracking. He put a bench between them, eyes darting fearfully to the door, expecting the team to come back and see—
"You're the crazy one here. I'm offering you awesome sex and you bug out just because—"
"But?! There's no 'but'-anything! You're my sister. My little baby sister," Ron hissed, circling the bench, when she rounded it. "It's not right."
"Neither is cheating on your girlfriend, but that doesn't seem to trouble your pretty little head when you dick Harry every fucking day!" Ginny growled bitterly. "Funny how your high and mighty morals fall short where he's concerned, but not your own flesh and blood."
During Christmas, Ron had been happy as a clam to get off with her, preferred her even to Harry, she'd thought. And then after Christmas break was over, her charming older brother started treating her like she had the plague. He still fucked Harry, but he wouldn't talk to her unless there were other people around. If Ginny had been a beater instead of a Chaser, she'd have knocked her share of bludgers at Ron's stupid head.
Her list of grievances didn't with Ron.
Oh she'd noticed just how much attention Harry was getting. It was the attention she'd been getting before Christmas.
Now all Ginny got was Harry Potter's scraps.
Sure, every now and then, Dean would fuck her in the Quidditch changing room, or Seamus would eat her out in the Common Room, or Neville would let her go down on his cock in a girl's bathroom, but it wasn't with the same regularity she had been used to.
It lacked the urgency, the need they previously had, their balls full to the bursting with pent up frustration and in need of a good orgasm.
Ginny had been their favorite for release.
And now it was Harry.
That rankled a lot.
If it wasn't for Ginny not wanting to hurt her mother, she'd have spilled the beans on Harry soon after Christmas. Or during Christmas. Either way, her bluff had been called and now she was paying for it.
Harry had had his fun with Ron. Now it was her turn.
Ginny drew her wand.
Seeing her do it, Ron tripped over a bench trying to get away.
"Petrificus Totalus! Wingardium leviosa!" She guided Ron's immobilized body through the air back toward her. Only when his body was positioned between her and the wall did she end her enhancements. Hands on her hips, looking eerily like her mother, she glared at him. "Now...if you're done being a complete idiot?"
Ron smiled weakly. "Don't count on it."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well, I suppose that would take a miracle," she allowed. She bit her lip, watching him quietly for a minute. She just didn't know what to say to convince him to loosen up.
Maybe…maybe that was the issue.
Maybe talking wasn't the way into Ron's pants.
Forcibly relaxing from her angry, rigid posture, Ginny smiled at him, stepping right into his personal space.
Ron leaned back into the wall, trying to sink into it to avoid the tantalizing brushes of his sister's breasts against his chest. He squeaked when Ginny rubbed his cock through his robes right there in the changing room.
"Remember Christmas?" She whispered huskily, stroking him softly through his Quidditch robes, teasing. "How you ate my pussy until I came under your tongue? How you fucked me through the mattress, staring at me like I was your whole world? It's all I can think about anymore. It doesn't matter who I fuck now, I keep picturing you. Every cock I sit on, every cock I suck...I picture this—," she thumbed the crown of his cock through the layers of cloth, torturing the sensitive flesh until Ron gave her a broken moan. "—I think about this pretty dick when I touch myself, remembering just how good it felt inside me…"
She got on her knees, freeing his cock from his Quidditch robes. He was gratifyingly hard. At least it wasn't a lack of desire holding him back. She gave the thick length a slow, firm stroke that made him whimper.
Precum welled at the tip.
"I know you want me...I just don't know why you won't fuck me…" She licked the droplet away, closing her eyes with a moan. Delicious… She looked up at him, the tip of his cock just brushing her lips. "I want you to fuck me."
"Ginny we can't...it's- it's- it's wrong!"
Ginny snorted. "I'm not asking you to marry me, Ronald. All I want you to do is fuck me."
Rising to her feet, Ginny began to shuck off her clothes, not bothering with finesse or seduction. She didn't have the patience. Once she was down to just her underwear, she pressed against her brother, smirking when his hands came up to grasp her hips of their own accord. Her arms twinned around his neck, her covered breasts dragging against his robes and she moaned softly, her nipples peaking with her bra from the friction.
"I'm offering,Ron. You know that if I don't want something, then I don't bother. Does this feel—" she ground her belly into his erection, precum smearing on her skin, "—like I don't want it?"
Ron bit his lip, holding back another cry when his hips began a slow thrust that he couldn't stop, and again and again… "We shouldn't want this," he said weakly.
"But you do want it?"
He did sob then, mentally distraught over what he was doing, but too physically worked up to stop. This was disgusting, shameful, very very wrong — and he wanted it so much.
"Stop fighting it," Ginny whispered into his ear. She dropped sweet kisses down his jaw to his chin, paused a moment, then her lips were on his, sweet and innocent.
The kiss didn't stay that way.
With a shuddering gasp, his resolve finally broke.
Between one heartbeat and the next, he'd spun them round, flipping their positions so that he was pinning his sister to the wall, grinding his hips against her belly. His hands breached the band of her panties, sliding around behind her to cup a firm buttock in each palm, squeezing—
Moaning, Ginny forced her tongue past Ron's lips, their kiss soon becoming wet and sloppy and filthy, but neither cared.
Finally, they were getting somewhere…
Cupping her ass, Ron lifted Ginny, who wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on as her brother carried her over to a nearby bench, sitting in it with her on his lap.
It was an awkward position.
With some wiggling, Ginny managed to tuck her legs under her on the bench while straddling Ron. She grimaced against Ron's lips. The solid wood surface wasn't doing her shins any service. She sighed, ending the kiss sooner than Ron wanted, her brother leaning forward, trying to follow.
Ginny held him off, digging his wand out of his side holster. "Think you can make this bench a little more comfortable?" she asked, handing over his wand. It took Ron a few tries, but eventually he transfigured the bench to widen until it was nearly as big as a bed, the top surface becoming plush and cushiony.
Much better.
Ginny looked down at their bodies, grinning at him. "Looks like you have me where you want me. Now what are you gonna do, Ron Weasley?"
"Um…" Swallowing nervously, Ron pulled his hands out of Ginny's panties and placed them right over her breasts.
And did nothing.
"And….?" Ginny huffed. "Is this what you and Lav do? You just hold her knockers for her?"
At this rate, it would be spring by the time he fucked her.
Ron flushed, angry embarrassment making his face even redder than his hair. He gave her bra a vicious tug, the material giving way a bit, just enough for Ginny to spill out of it, her soft flesh exposed and hanging obscenely over the torn lacy material. "There," he growled. "Is that better?"
"It's a fuckin' start!" Ginny sniped back.
"Then maybe I'll keep going then!" And Ron latched onto a nipple, suckling at like a babe starved, working her heavy flesh with each hand as he did. It was rough and almost punishing and it made Ginny so damn wet.
"Oh that's...that's…" She rocked her hips, helplessly turned on by the way her breasts were being savaged. Between her legs, her panties were soaked, a wet spot spreading where she rubbed against Ron's cock. A thin layer of cloth was all that separated her dripping cunt from his straining arousal. She ground against him, the air becoming thick with her musky scent. "Fuck yes, Ron—"
He switched to her other nipple, making sure both were bruised up and just this side of sore.
Swearing, he pulled away so he could tear at his own robes, trying to struggle out of them with her still in his lap. Ginny did her best to help. Eventually, Ron's chest was bare, his trousers and underpants tangled about his knees.
Ginny couldn't resist giving his dusky nipples a tweak, doing it again when he bucked under her, and again when he whimpered and begged her to keep going. "Sensitive, aren't you? You know what else is sensitive?" She wrapped a hand around his leaking cock. "This. Should I play with this too?"
"Please!" Ron gasped, looking quite dazed and out of breath.
He definitely wasn't fighting her anymore.
"Just this or…" She pinched his nipple, rolling it punishingly between her fingers as she stroked him from root to tip, smirking at the wild look in his eyes when she kept doing it, edging him.
It was risky. He might come before she got her own, but Ginny was enthralled by the power she wielded. Usually, she was the submissive partner, spreading her legs, bending over, getting into just about any position to allow the man fucking have his way. She was no stranger to seduction, using her wiles to get what and who she wanted, but this was different.
She was calling the shots, driving Ron crazy. And he was just letting her. It was an amazing ego trip that made Ginny want to see how far this might go.
Either way, she was finally going to sit on her brother's cock again.
"Tell me what you're thinking, big boy." Ginny purred. "Or have your brains already turned to mush?"
"I- I don't—" Ron shook his head, eyes clenched shut. "Ginny, I'm gonna—!"
Slap!
Ron's face jerked to the side from the force of her hitting him. It hadn't been enough to hurt, but it had gotten his attention away from his imminent orgasm, dragging him back from the brink just in time. Anger started to flare within him. "You—"
"No." Ginny's voice was steely and unforgiving and Ron quailed to hear it. "You come when I say, Ronald Weasley. Right now, your cock is mine, your pleasure is mine. You will do what I say when I say it or I will march rightn out that door—" she pointed at it, "—and find another cock to sit on. Is that clear?"
Ron gaped at her, startled by the arousal flooding him. This was new. He liked this. Never before had he thought being dominated by a woman would make him cream his pants, but here he was, trying to keep from spurting in her fist.
Also it helped that she had a very tight grip.
"Y-yes ma'am."
Her blue eyes were like flint, hard and cold as she stared him down. His will broke first, his gaze darting away.
She smiled.
Once more she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, putting them chest to chest, their skin deliciously warm where they pressed together. "You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?" She whispered against his mouth, kissing him then pulling away, her lips hovering just shy of his.
He nodded, a helpless look in his eyes.
"Yeah?" She kissed him again, a beat longer. "Are you my good boy?" He nodded again. "Say it."
"Ginny—"
"Are you my good boy, Ronald?"
"I- I'm…" Ron swallowed hard, flushing. "I'm your good boy," he whispered, red as a beet.
Ginny kissed him deep and slow, humming into his mouth. "Good," she purred. "Lay down."
Ron did as commanded, reclining flat on his back.
Smug and drunk on power, Ginny crawled forward up his body until her knees were straddling her brother's face. It was clear from Ron's hungry expression that he knew she was wet and liked it. "See how much you turn me on?" She pet his hair, drawing his eyes back to her. "How much I want you?"
He nodded, squirming under her. But he didn't move, his fingers lightly tracing over her calves. She considered telling him off, that she hadn't given him permission to touch her, but the tickling feeling was nice and she didn't want to push Ron too hard, not yet at least.
Better to get the hippogriff used to the leash before you put him through his paces.
"I bet you want a taste." Ginny rubbed at the front of her panties, getting her fingers faintly wet. "Here...for my good boy…" She held them to his mouth. Ron immediately sucked at them, tongue lapping frantically. "Oh you are an eager boy for mummy—"
Ron stilled, his eyes wide.
Just when Ginny grew worried that she'd gone too far, Ron surprised her by renewing his frantic suckling, whining around fingers, his eyes pleading. He gripped her calves tight enough to leave bruises, but if this was the response to such dirty talk, Ginny was willing to let it slide.
She pulled her fingers free. "I think mummy's good boy deserves a treat." Ginny shifted on her knees, lowering her crotch over Ron's face, her soaked panties brushing his lips. "Go on, show mummy you love her."
Ron lapped at her covered pussy like a man possessed. He suckled at her swollen clit through the wet material hard, the dual friction sending a shock of pleasure up Ginny's spine. The tip of his tongue tried vainly to spear into her cunt, but only got so far with her panties in the way. His hands had slid up to her hips and they coaxed her to rock, to fuck his face as he worked her.
Head thrown back, Ginny's eyes screwed shut, groaning at the pleasure her big brother wrought. Burying one hand in Ron's ginger mop, Ginny leaned forward to brace herself on the spongy bench-bed, keeping his face right where she wanted it.
Oh, this was heavenly...
One particularly hard suck had her right on the edge. Her eyes opened, staring vacantly ahead as his tongue swirled over her clit—
It took a long moment for Ginny to realize that she was looking at someone.
And that someone was staring back.
She was facing the door, which stood open a few inches, and the face of Dean Thomas peered in, looking utterly gobsmacked.
Shock tipped her over the edge. Ginny's orgasm struck like a hurricane and she was humping at her brother's face, groaning like the dirty slut she was, her breasts shaking with every heaving breath and body shudder that ran through her.
Gradually, she came down and she remembered Dean—
—who was still staring into the room, eyes big, and his hand...his hand was on his exposed cock, stroking it.
Their eyes locked. Dean kept fisting himself.
Well alright then.
Ginny licked her lips, feeling arousal coil tight in her belly again.
Looking down, she eased up her hold on Ron's head, letting him continue to lave his tongue against her at the juices seeping through her underwear. "That was lovely, baby…" She crawled back a bit so that she could kiss him properly, humming contentedly at the taste of herself on her brother's tongue.
"How would you like it if mummy showed how much she loves you?" Ron nodded frantically, but it was a rhetorical question, as Ginny was already crawling down, down…
Looking up at Ron, she could just see over his head to where Dean watched in the doorway, getting off on them.
Ginny spared several minutes giving Ron's heavy balls the attention they deserved, enjoying his agonized groans, which devolved into pathetic whimpers when Ginny licked up the thick vein on the underside of his cock. She deepthroated him in one move and Ron choked on his own spit, twitching. She held still there, waiting to see if he would lose control.
If he was going to shoot his load, she wanted it in her mouth.
He surprised her when he held off, muttering under his breath.
"...asphodel...skink bladder...mugwort...shrivelfig…"
He was reciting potions ingredients to stave off his orgasm.
Pride blossoming within her, Ginny carefully pulled off him so that she could straddle his hips and kiss him again. "So good, saving all your cum for mummy." She stroked his hair, angling his head to suck at her nipple, his moans tickling her breast. "I want your cock, baby. I want to ride that thick monster. I want you to be nice and good and let mummy ride you until she comes. And then you can come— only then! You understand?"
Ron pulled off her breast to stare up at her with devastating adoration. "Please mummy...Please!"
"Take mummy's knickers off."
Two rough tugs and the material was torn and thrown away.
She sighed. Points for enthusiasm, but if he was going to ruin her wardrobe, they were going to have to lay ground rules.
Regardless, her pussy was bared. She wasted no time sinking down on his length, taking her pleasure, rocking steadily. Ron's hands were on her hips, holding on for dear life.
Moaning low, Ginny threw her head back.
She loved her brother's cock, how big it was. She was used to taking her father's large cock, but while she was in school, she had to settle for the boys here.
And the occasional professor.
Professor Moody hasn't just been her favorite defense professor because of how knowledgeable he'd been. His fat cock had made Ginny come so hard when he bent her over his desk, she'd seen stars. It had made Lockhart's thin pencil-dick feel like a joke. She hadn't managed to sway Lupin, but now knowing he was a werewolf, Ginny was glad she'd dodged that particular bullet (some risks just weren't worth taking).
But Ron's cock was already nearly as big as their daddy's and it filled Ginny up so good…
Deciding Ron's hands needed something to do, she moved them to her breasts, so that he could knead and pinch and grope as she bounced harder, forcing his hands to a rougher touch, punishing her sensitive nipples.
"Oh Merlin and Morgana, Ron," she breathed, clamping around his cock.
Ron gave a strangled yelp. "Ginny! Ginny, please—" He yelped again at the light slap she gave him. He stared up at her, looking confused and betrayed.
"What's my name?" Ginny rode him harder, feeling herself getting closer…
"Gin—"
"What's my fucking name, baby?"
Ron floundered briefly before he seemed to catch on. "Mummy. Please mummy… please let me come...Please Mummy, I've been a good boy—"
"Yes!" Ginny cried out, right on the edge. She rode him as hard as she could manage with her legs tiring and rhythm failing. His hips had started to rise and meet her and she couldn't find it in her to chastise him, not when he was driving his length so fucking deep. "Ron! Come for mummy! Come inside your mummy! Breed your mummy up—!"
White-hot, binding pleasure sang through Ginny as she came on her brothers cock, rocking as much as she could to draw the amazing sensation out when Ron's hands were gripping her hips tight, his body bucking beneath her as he emptied his balls into her womb, tears running down his face as he sobbed—
Ginny collapsed onto Ron's chest, shuddering like mad. Tingles ran up and down her body. Her pussy ached, but it was a good ache and she clenched down on him erratically, loving how full she felt even as he grew flaccid within her.
She hummed, very satisfied. The feeling wouldn't last long, she knew, her cunt always hungry for the next cock, but she enjoyed the reprieve while it lasted.
Being perpetually horny could be maddening.
Beneath her, Ron was in a worse state. He was still crying, hugging her body to him so tight it was as though he was afraid she would leave.
"Hush now...hush…" she gentled, kissing away his tears. "You did so well for mummy….yes you did…"
"I-" Ron hiccuped, "I- l-love y-you."
Her heart skipped a beat.
She felt a twinge of guilt flare. "I know." She soothed his hair down. "I love you too."
As a sister and a lover all rolled into one.
But she had a feeling that his declaration ran deeper than all of that, and it hurt, knowing that she would have to disappoint him, crush him even.
But not today.
"Hush now. We need to get cleaned up before someone comes looking for us. Ok? Just promise me something." She forced him to meet her eyes. "Don't you dare ignore me or push me away like that again."
She paused, debating on her next offer. "And if you like, I'd be happy to be your mummy again."
It was selfish, keeping him close, especially knowing how he felt about her, but Ginny hadn't come that hard with anyone except their father and she was loath to give up good sex when it was within her grasp.
Absently, Ron nodded and let her clean him up and redress.
"Now you go on first. I'll be along behind you after a bit. I need to catch a shower."
He looked like he was going to fight her on that, but she put her hands on her hips and scowled, an excellent impression of their mother that both cowed him and made him blush.
Relenting, he slipped out of the changing room.
Deciding a shower wasn't a bad idea, Ginny padded over to the open shower, the charmed nozzles spraying the perfect temperature.
Hot water caressed Ginny's body, easing some of the stiffness in her body. She hadn't worked a cock that hard for weeks. Her legs were going to be sore tomorrow, but she had no regrets.
Hands gripped her hips and a hard cock ground into the small of her back.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"Yeah?" Ginny twirled around, twining her arms around Dean's neck. His dark flesh was beautiful against her pale creamy skin. It was a contrast that never failed to mesmerize her. "You enjoy the show?"
"Hell yes," he kissed her, his hands sliding around to cup her ass. His fingertips crooked further to feel Ron's cum seeping from her used cunt. "I wouldn't mind a repeat either. That was amazing to watch."
"With or without Ron knowing?" She didn't really care which, but she wasn't sure if Ron would like to share such a secret with others.
Then again…
She thought of that day with her and him and Bill, how Ron had taken so well to being ordered around. Perhaps her brother's submissive streak could be tested even further…
"If you can get Ron to let others watch him and his sister fuck, I'll give you 5 sickies." Dean picked her up, her legs smoothly wrapping around his waist, pressing her back to the shower wall.
"Ten sickles says I can get him to take your cock," Ginny smirked.
"With you sitting on his cock?"
"Without."
He whistled low. "You have a deal."
He slipped into her pussy.
Ginny groaned, loving the thickness of him. He wasn't as long as Ron, but he could still make her feel it.
Her clit ground against his pelvis.
Ginny gasped, her need returning full force. "Fuck me. Please fuck me!"
Dean drove into her hard, but while holding her up, it wasn't a pace he could keep for long. Eventually he was forced to set her on her feet, where he turned her to face the wall, leaning her against it with her firm ass arched towards him.
"Fuck yeah…" He slapped her ass, watching it bounce. "Dirty whore."
"I'm only a whore if I'm being fucked," she said pointedly over her shoulder, wiggling her hips teasingly.
"Oh don't worry, I'll make an honest whore out of you."
Dean's cock slipped in so deep, Ginny groaned, her toes curling into the wet floor. He withdrew only to thrust hard enough to drive Ginny forward, her arms barely preventing her from eating the wall. Dean kept up his deep, violent thrusts, his balls swinging, slapping at her clit. "Oh Circe!...Fuck me, Dean….Fuck me!" Ginny panted, her breasts jiggling with every thrust.
"How can someone so wet be so damn tight?" Dean growled. As often as she took cock, Dean had no idea how Ginny stayed so tight. Harry was the same way, though, his body bouncing back from the abuse it took with wicked speed. It made it hard to keep from fucking Harry so often.
Tight as Ginny was, Dean was grateful for the extra lubricant. It wasn't just Ginny's own slick lubing him up, but Ron's cum. And it was a huge turn on. Harry liked being tag-teamed and double-penetrated on a regular basis, but knowing it had been Ginny's brother that had given her a creampie was insanely hot.
And Dean was fucking her through it.
"Fuck Ginny...I'm getting close!"
"Just keep….right there…" Ginny panted, bouncing back onto his cock as much as she could with Dean pounding her so hard. Oh fuck...it felt...it felt… "Come inside me! Come inside me!"
"You'll get preg—"
"I know! Knock me up, Dean!"
"Fuck!" Dean made one last thrust and shot his load deep, groaning as Ginny's cunt clamped and fluttered around him, milking him—
Watching around the corner of the changing room, Ron's hand flew over his leaking cock, panting hard, trying to catch up with Dean and Ginny, who would be coming down from their orgasms soon. Biting his lip so hard he tasted blood, Ron stifled a groan as he came on the wall and his hand, his legs feeling weak and shaky as pleasure flooding him.
That had been…
Damn, he had a kink.
He liked to watch.
He was a voyeur.
Shaking his head, he realized that Dean was looking at Ron over his shoulder.
Dean smirked.
Very slowly, Dean pulled out, stopping just short of the tip, then slid back into Ron's sister in one smooth thrust. Ginny groaned, pushing back into it, clearly fine with another go if Dean wanted.
Well ok then…
Ron stroked his sensitive cock, willing it hard.
It didn't take much, watching his friend Dean watch him as Dean fucked his sister.
Okay, thinking about it made Ron's head hurt.
As he watched, a thrilling idea came to mind.
Taking off his clothes again, Ron tiptoed into the shower area, gesturing for Dean to pull out.
Puzzled but aroused, Dean did as directed and Ron dropped to his knees behind Ginny spreading her asscheeks wide. Her tight furl winked at Ron, who couldn't resist giving it a kiss.
A French kiss, deep and wet with all the tongue he could shove into it.
"Oh Dean! Fuck yes! I haven't had anal in forever..."
Ron glanced at Dean, who shrugged, not sure what to do either. Ron decided it didn't matter yet so he set about opening Ginny's ass with tongue, then fingers slicked by the cum Ron and Dean had emptied into Ginny's pussy. Once he deemed her stretched enough, Ron thrust into her pussy again to get his dick nice and wet, then changed holes, sinking balls deep with a grateful sigh.
He loved ass.
Dean stood close, staring at the join of the siblings' bodies. "Fuck…"
"You want her mouth or pussy?"
"Pussy," Dean says firmly. "Definitely pussy. I can have her mouth in a dark corner any time."
Ginny froze. "What—?" A glance over her shoulder and her eyes got big.
So did her grin.
"Deam Thomas, if you don't fuck my pussy right now, I'll give you a bat-bogey hex everyday instead of a blowjob."
Dean hopped to with marked speed.
Getting lined up was a bit dodgy. Ginny had to stand on one leg to let Dean slide into her, carefully wrapping her legs around his waist with Ron's help, which was awkward because Ron didn't seem to want to pull out.
In the end, they managed and Ginny was impaled on both their cocks, held up by both of them.
"You know," she said conversationally, as though she weren't being actively double penetrated, "I thought it would take longer to get you onboard for something like this." She leaned back into her brother's arms, looking over her shoulder at him.
"As long as a cock is in you, I could care less whose it is."
"Kinky bastard," Dean grinned, thrusting once. They all groaned. "Let's fuck this whore."
"Hey, that's my baby sister you're bad mouthing."
"It's your baby sister's tight little pussy I'm breeding." He paused, smirking wide. "Or should I say it's your mummy I'm breeding?"
"Breeding?" Ron flushed, starting to fuck Ginny's ass. Fuck, wasn't that a hot idea? Knocking up his own sister….
"Oh yeah. Didn't you know? Dear sweet Ginny wants a bun in the oven. She wants a wizard to plant his seed deep and fill it up, nice and round." Dean started fucking Ginny from the other side, quickly getting rough with her. "Or at least she likes the fantasy."
"No," Ginny panted, head thrown back onto Ron's shoulder. "I want it… I want it…"
"Is that why you bounce on dick everyday?" Dean asked. "If it's not my cock, it's most of the upper years. One night, I even watched her let a third year and his buddies pound her. Did any of them spurt at all or did they all come dry?"
"They...some of them came," she argued, fighting even now, trying to be difficult despite the cocks rutting her, filling her up to the bursting point. "Maybe I'll let you watch."
"I'd like to watch a first year pound you."
"That's messed up, Dean." Ron groaned.
"You'd watch."
"Yeah...yeah I'd watch.. Maybe have them suck her tits. Like a baby. While getting fucked by that baby."
"That's messed up, Ron," Dean mocked, leaning to suck Ginny's nipple until she whined.
"Ginny likes it. She gets tight when she likes something."
"Pretty sure that's just our thick cocks." Dean quickened his pace, pounding into Ginny with short, jarring thrusts.
Ginny gasped. "Can't it be both? Oh….Fuck mummy's ass, Ron. Fuck your mummy…"
Dean groaned. "Okay that's messed up and hot. Damn mommy kink…"
"Hmmm…. sounds like someone needs a feeding." Ginny drew Dean to her breast again, inhaling sharply when he circled the nipple lightly with his tongue before sucking on it with a frenzied intensity. "Oh that's it baby, suck mummy's tit, get your mouth on it—"
"I'm-I'm gonna—" Ron cried out, filling his sister's ass with cum, not stopping his mad thrusts, his cum frothing at his pubes.
"Ugh— ugh!...mummy," Dean panted, fucking Ginny harder. "Mummy— I'm gonna come inside you. ..Take it...Take it mummy! Take my cum—!"
Ginny cried out, writhing in Dean's arms as he did his level-best to impregnate her, her pussy clenching and drawing out every drop he had.
Trembling, Ginny was set down on the floor, Ron and Dean all but collapsing beside her.
The shower nozzle, which had been kind enough to point away while they were busy, adjusted so that all three were under its gentle spray, washing away the evidence of their playtime.
"We need to do this more often," Ginny sighed, used and totally blissed out.
"I'm telling ya…." Ron grinned.
Dean slapped the floor. "Here, here."
Content, Ginny stroked at her belly wondering if this time…
And even if it wasn't, she felt confident that Ron and Dean (and maybe the other sixth year boys) would now be spending less time with Harry and more time with her.
She grinned.
We'll see who's got the best game in Gryffindor. Winner takes all.