Ginny closed her eyes and pictured his deep red hair falling in his eyes, his gorgeous hazel eyes glazing over as she touches his most sensitive spots. She pictured his masculine hands running their way down her stomach.
Ginny's hand slid over her red tank and smoothed the slender plane of her stomach.
She imagined his hand sliding up under her top and cupping her breast.
Ginny's fingers found the hem of her shirt and slide under, gliding lightly up to her rounded, bare breast. Her hand glided around it and the crest rested in her palm as she ran her thumb gently over the hardening nipple.
She thought about him between her thighs, running his hands up the inside of her thighs and growling at the thin barrier of her shorts.
The fingers of her left hand found the hem of her shorts and glided inside. She ran gentle fingers across the top of the crest of red hair. Then she buried them in the thick patch, moaning as the sensations built deep in her stomach.
She imagined him running his fingers over her, making her moan.
She moved her fingers lower, spreading her lips. She gently ran her middle finger down and over her softly budded clit. A deep moan emitted from her mouth as she ghosted her finger back over that sensitive spot.
Ginny tilted her head back and pictured Fred lowering his mouth to her.
She pressed her finger on her clit, applying a tiny bit of pressure to the center of her. She bit her lip from crying out and rubbed her finger in small soft circles, as her breathing picked up. The sensation in her stomach spread out warming her legs and chest. She applied a hair more pressure to her circling finger and started panting. Her stomach muscles tightened and relaxed, and the pressure she felt her finger applying was not just against her sensitive clit anymore, it was in her stomach and through out her limbs. However, she continued to circle her clit with a persuasive finger. When the intensity was almost to much to bare she circled one last time feeling the deep tightening pressure in her stomach spread throughout her body, and buried her middle finger as far in her pussy as she could. She felt the walls tighten around it and she cried out in bliss as wave after wave of deep sensation washed over her sending her in to a panting fit.
"Gin?" The door cracked open and Ginny yelped, she grabbed the blanket and pulled it up as far as she could. George was eyeing her quizzically. "You alright? Every one heard you yell." Ginny closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath.
"Yea," She gasped, running a hand through her hair. "Sorry, I must have been having a weird dream." She said hugging the blanket tighter around herself. She remembered all to well what would happen if she were to lower the blanket and expose to George her round pouting breast, or her shorts which had managed to find their way down around her knees.
"She's fine mom! Fred 'mere!" George yelled out the door not taking his eyes off his sister. "I'm going to have Fred take a look at you, he was always better at telling if someone's sick or not. You look kind of clammy."
"No, I'm fine really. It was just a nightmare. Yea, that's all it was, a nightmare." Ginny was panicking; she didn't want to see Fred. She was completely horrified at what her body would do when he walked through the door. She had been with George and that had been amazing, but also a one time thing. She was positive that he regretted it.
He had apologized numerous times, and always when they were alone which gave the impression he had never told Fred about it. It had been over a year ago and still his eyes never met hers. She had felt horrible herself, not because she had been disgusted by the act, but merely because she had obsessed over it ever since. She wanted more, she wanted both of them. Every time she thought about sex their face's appeared in front of her closed eyes. When she tried to think about being with some one else, she would get half way and realize she was thinking about the twins. Fred had the moist impact on her, because she didn't have full knowledge of him yet, and she wanted it. Needed it.
Whenever they visited she always tried to steer clear of Fred. Whenever they were in the same room her eyes wondered over his body, and landed on the crotch of his tight pants, with obvious lust. However, that wasn't all; if that was the extent of it she would be in heaven. No, when she saw him her stomach tightened and certain parts of her 'sweat' leaving her wanting with no way to relieve herself.
"What?" Fred asked coming inside the room. He automatically closed the door, looking from his younger sister to his twin. "What's wrong?" he asked his eyes landing on Ginny's sweaty face. Her legs were shaking so bad it was making the blanket shudder.
"Nothing." she whispered, her breathing had increased a syllable and her head got light. The familiar tightening returned to her stomach. Fred's handsome face broke out in a smile.
"George?" he said turning his head towards his brother. "Did you call me up here to embarrass the poor girl?" he asked glancing back at Ginny, whose eyes were drawn to the significant budge in his jeans. "Obviously she's fine, probably a little more than fine." he winked at his brother who smiled and chuckled in realization.
"Fred…" Ginny's desire filled eyes jerked up to his and silently pleaded. She was sick, she didn't want to feel this way for her brothers but she couldn't stop the feelings she got every time they entered the same room as her. She looked away suddenly her eyes filling with tears; she didn't want to see the disgusted look on his face, or the repulsion he would feel towards her. There was a soft click and she was sure he had left, but then she heard his zipper and her head snapped up; her eyes colliding with his.
"Yes?" he asked leaning forward and kissing away a tear that had slipped out from the corner of her eye. She lifted her hands and hesitantly unbuttoned his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders. He smiled at her and pulled back the covers to reveal her panty-less lower half. She blushed but he sucked in a deep breath then closed his eyes. "Merlin Gin, you smell so good." He took her shorts the rest of the way off her and lifted her tank top over her heard.
"Fred…" She moaned as his hands brushed over her hardened nipples.
"Can I taste you?" he asked kissing her neck. When she nodded feverishly he smiled and laid her all the way down on her back.
He ran his hands down her thin stomach and kissed the top mount of her breast, then the bud. Ginny sucked in a deep breath as his tongue flicked out and graced her nipple. She buried her hands in his hair and moaned his name again as he gave the same attention to the other side. His hands smoothed the silky skin of her thighs and when they reached her knees she raised them to give him better access.
He slipped his hand in between her knees and rubbed up the inside of her thighs, gathering soft moans from Ginny. Then his fingers were there, at the place she had imagined them so many times before, only it was ten times better than anything she could have imagined. Ginny's breath was coming in small gasps and her eyes were tightly closed blocking out anything but the feel of him touching her, kissing her, and the feeling he was creating. It was the deep pressure in her stomach again, only this time is was deeper and more, it hinted at a peek, a deep burning that would last a million years. The tightening and relaxing came faster than normal and she wanted to stop him so she could savor the feel of everything, so she could feel him inside her. But when he lowered his mouth and closed it around clit her eyes flew open and her hands clutched at the bed sheet. Her breathing was little more than puffs of air, and she was whimpering in pleasure, as wave after wave washed her over the edge. Unlike all the other times when she was washed over the edge the waves didn't stop, probably due to the fact that when Ginny masturbated she was to tired or shake to continue rubbing, however Fred kept running is tongue over her clit and inside her. Building that mountain of pressure back up inside her.
"Fred, Fred!" She muttered through gasps of air, he rose up over her and kissed her deep on the mouth thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth imitating what she could only hope he would be doing to her with other parts of their bodies. When he broke the kiss he was panting and sweating, and he struggled with his pants, his fingers were clumsy. George made his way over to them and undid his brother's pants, sliding them down for him to step out of. When Fred was standing completely naked George looked up into his eyes before kissing the head of his hard cock. Ginny moaned as did Fred and she withered around to see them better.
George brought all of Fred into his mouth and Fred's head fell back as another great moan escaped him; he buried his hands in George's hair and pumped his hips thrusting into Georges open mouths. George put his hand on Fred's stomach and stopped him, before standing up and removing his own cloths.
Ginny whined thinking they had forgotten her. Fred came back and pulled her so that her bottom was just on the edge of the bed, and he was standing on the floor. He posed at her entrance and Ginny bucked her hips encouragingly. Fred smiled at her and thrust deep into her. Ginny cried out and wrapped her legs tight around his hips. Fred rocked in and out of Ginny, pumping harder and faster each time, when Ginny was almost over the hill he stopped and she felt George's hands on her ankles. He loosened them and Fred turned her over.
"Get on your knees darling'" he instructed, Ginny obeyed wanting more of him. She felt the bed sag under his weight, and then again under Georges weight. She felt Fred rubbing her as she bent over to accommodate his searching hands. When he found her clit he rubbed and pressed with so much skill Ginny was twisting her hips in pleasure. She heard Fred cry out and turned to see George thrusting deep in to her rear. A jolt of arousal and sensations shout through her and she pressed her hips back against Fred's hard cock.
He didn't hesitate any longer he entered her hard and fast, and sending sparks of pleasure through her whole body. Ginny panted and pumped her hips in rhythm with George and Fred. Soon Ginny could feel not only the thrust of Fred but the power of Georges thrust into Fred. It was all she could do to not fall off that pressure mountain that had built itself so far up it was making her dizzy.
George growled as he thrust deep into Fred and Ginny felt Fred shoot hot liquid in her, she tried to hold on longer but she felt George thrust once, twice and then cry out as he to cam hard and fast inside his sibling.
The three collapsed on top of each other and panted, all trying in vain to catch their breath. Ginny closed her eyes and smiled. That was better than she had ever imagined it. She wished it would have lasted longer so she wouldn't have to watch them apparate and disappear for another week, or see the look of regret on each of their strikingly handsome features.
She sucked in a deep breath and fought the tears. She knew this was a one time only deal. Just like the last time with George, he would have never even thought of this had she not nearly begged Fred. They would catch their breath and get dressed, never meeting her eye, then they would apparate. They would apologize a million times, and look disgusted with themselves. And Ginny would be left feeling alone and miserable.
Fred sat up and gathered her in his arms.
"Gods Ginny, where the hell did that come from?" He asked holding her face close to his heaving chest. "I thought you were just a child, you sure proved me wrong." Ginny bit her lip and concentrated on breathing even, to stop the crying.
"Well, I would have to say that was the best shag I have had in years." George said, pulling himself up, nearly breathing normal again. Ginny smiled a fake smile and wrapped her arms around Fred's waist, barring her face in his light spatter of red chest hair.
"We should dress, Darlin'" Fred said lifting her up. He kissed her gently on the nose before finding her cloths for her. As she dressed he pulled up his jeans and threw on his shirt.
"I'm ravished!" George said giving his brother an unusual look, they were conveying a message, but Ginny didn't notice she was to busy picking at a string on the bed sheet trying not to fall apart. Fred nodded and turned to his sister.
"Come down stairs with us, we have a surprise for you." Then he smiled mischievously, "Another surprise." he chuckled and in spite of herself Ginny smiled. She stood up on shaky legs and made her way to the door. She took a few deep breaths and walked down to the kitchen, where she put on a big grin and sat down at the table.
"Well, good morning Sunshine!" Her mother chimed. "Bad dream?" She asked bringing her and the twins a plate of eggs and bacon with toast and sausage on the side.
"Yea, nightmare." She said smiling at Fred and they finished their meal in silence.
"I have an announcement." George said standing up in the living room where every one was gathered. Ron and Hermione were longing on the couch Ron with his hand resting on Hermione's swollen abdomen. Harry was there as well, after they had returned he had pretty much lived with them, which bothered Ginny to know end. Her father was talking happily with Percy who had returned home suddenly, crying and begging for forgiveness.
Ginny looked up at her twin brothers and was filled with a new kind of love for them. She tipped her head to the side and smiled. She would die when they had to leave, and she would kill herself before she heard one of them apologize to her.
"Me and Fred have been talking." George continued, "The shop is going great so don't get us wrong, but we need a little help. We need some one to take care of the flat, like do the laundry and dishes and cooking. Kind of like a maid." He smiled.
"Yea, and they'll get paid and everything. Plus they'll have their own room and they'll be able to come and go as they want, as long as everything gets done." Fred added. Ginny's eyes widened and lit up with the idea of living with the twins. She was about to volunteer, as she figured was their plan, when her mother spoke up.
"Well obviously none of us can do that." She scowled. "Every one here is occupied in some way or the other."
"We know that, we didn't except you to come or father. For that matter we didn't even think of any one other then Ginny. She's who we want to do it. If she wants to." George said smiling down at his younger sister.
"Ginny?" Her mother asked she looked a bit confused. Of course she did, she wasn't blind, and she had noticed the way Ginny acted in front of her brothers. Though she probably interpreted it as anger, and not lust or love.
"Of course I want to do it!" She squealed. Molly Weasley smiled and nodded.
"Alright then, I suppose its time to say good bye to my little girl." She dabbed her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt and ushered Ginny up stairs to help her pack.
Ginny was going to live with the twins. She was going to share a house with them, be alone with them. She was so excited she could have screamed, but she kept it in…until she reached the twins one bedroom flat.