“You don’t have to do it all this weekend.” Angelina said as she caressed Ginny’s cheek. “You can invite any of us over any time, or you can come over to our place. You can almost always find somebody in our house that wants to fuck. I think Freddy’s about two seconds from whipping it out for a good fuck from the time he wakes up until he’s fast asleep.”
“But, he’s my brother.”
Angelina gave her a long appraising look. Just as Ginny began to feel a bit uncomfortable, she said quietly, “That doesn’t mean you can’t fuck him.”
Ginny was sure she looked like a cartoon character. She could almost feel her eyes bugging out of her head. “But, but that’s incest. Everybody says incest is bad. There are whole laws against it and everything.”
“You’re right. There are lots of reasons incest is bad. It’s not always bad though, as long as everyone is mature enough to know what they’re doing and why, it can be okay. Sometimes even better than okay.” Ginny leaned into the hand that was playing with her hair. “Freddie, George, and I just spent a wild night with my brother while he was in town for business.”
“Fred and George? And your brother?”
“Yep, and that wasn’t the first time.” Ginny suffered from a moment of cognitive dissonance. The stereotypical person that engaged in incest was poor, poorly educated, probably grew up on a farm or out in the back woods, and all the kids looked alike from all the inbreeding. Angelina was pretty, smart, and sophisticated; she certainly didn’t look like the stereotype.
“I’ll give you a moment to think about it while I get what I wanted to show you out of the closet.” Angelina rolled out of bed and pulled a short robe off a hook on the wall.
Ginny crawled out of bed and retrieved her robe as well, then went over to a small sitting area by the closet door. As she was getting settled, Angelina came back out of the closet carrying an oval shaped silver tray and two bottles. The tray was intricately carved with sigils and runes. “You okay with drinking from the bottle and sharing?” she asked as she opened the first bottle. Ginny responded that it was okay; after all, they’d been swapping spit just a few minutes ago, it wasn’t like she was going to get any new germs from Angelina now.
The other bottle was water that was poured into the shallow tray. As the water spread across the sigils they began to glow with a soft golden light. Ginny realized that it was a scrying bowl. Harry had a bronze one that he kept for work. “What’s this for?”
“Watching people,” Angelina said with a devilish grin. “Not as good as sitting in the next room, but better than peeking through keyholes or windows.” She muttered the words of activation and swept her hand over the surface of the water after it stilled and settled. Harry’s image appeared on the surface, he was sacked out and probably drooling in his sleep. With a wave of her hand and another muttered incantation the image changed. One of the twins was seemed to be standing at the foot of a bed. She couldn’t tell which, because the image wasn’t crystal clear; but it was definitely one of the twins. At his feet was his twin brother and Lavender Finnegan. Lavender was holding his cock and stroking it into his brother’s mouth.
Angelina’s hand broke the surface of the water and the image disappeared. “Sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean for you to see that. I probably should have checked on them first.”
Ginny was shocked, surely she didn’t see what she thought she saw. “Was that? Were they? Do they? How?”
“Yes.” Ginny took the offered bottle and took a long swig. She knew they were close, but most twins are; magical twins even more so than Muggle twins. This, though, this was a whole other level of… something. She didn’t want to say weird, because these were her brothers, and she loved them. She was so much like them: they shared a love of Quidditch and spying and practical jokes and humor that was so far beyond her other brothers it wasn’t even worth discussing. She was closer to Ron than she was to the twins, but she clicked with them in ways she didn’t click with Ron. She wondered if there might be another way they were similar, but she shook her head and banished the thought before it was fully formed.
“I,” Ginny started, “I found out they swung that way last night. Fred had Harry bent over the back of the couch. But I couldn’t have imagined that they… you know… each other.”
“I know how you feel.” Angelina scooted closer and put her arm around Ginny. She leaned into the hug and appreciated the closeness and support. “Freddie and I started fucking when we were fourth years. It was kind of casual and devil may care, but we liked each other and had a lot of fun together.” She took a swig of the wine and passed it back. “One night, I snuck up to their room while Lee was out, and crawled into bed with Fred. Only it wasn’t Fred, it was George. I realized it when I pulled his shorts down and started sucking his cock. Freddie has a slight bend to the left when he gets hard. Needless to say I sat straight up and pulled the covers off and George is laying there giving me this grin. Then Freddie rolls out of George’s bed and says, ‘It’s okay Angie, I like sucking George’s cock, too.’ And he proceeds to lean over and start sucking George’s dick right in front of me. Then he looks up at me and says, ‘Are you going to help out here, or do I have to do it all myself?’ Then the cheeky bastard offers me George’s dick like… like he’s doing me a favor.”
Angelina took another long swig off the bottle. “What did you do?” Ginny asked, her eyes wide as she took the bottle back and had another long pull.
“I had two options, I could leave in shame, or I could one up them.”
“You should always try to one up them,” Ginny said with a smile. “It’s the only thing they respect.”
“Yeah, I had figured out that much about them by then. So I looked back and forth between them and said, ‘Fine, but if both of us are sucking you off George, the least you can do is lick my pussy. Alicia says you need all the practice you can get.’ I turned around and planted my cunt on his face and helped Fred suck him off. I was a little weirded out by it at first, but I got used to it. I did think it was sexy when Fred snowballed with me. I think that pretty much sealed us as a couple.” She chuckled. “Not that we didn’t keep fucking everyone our little hearts desired, but that was when I knew.”
“That’s… unconventional.” Ginny leaned back and closed her eyes. She needed to do some thinking, but she also needed to find out about something else. “You said you have sex with your brother. When did that start?”
Angelina toyed with the wine bottle in her hands for a moment. Finally she looked up. “The first time we had sex was about four years ago. He was going through a bad divorce, and we got stupid drunk together and I ended up fucking him. We both enjoyed it. It helped us heal some old wounds and brought us closer together than we’d been in a long time. Freddie was cool with it. Sometimes we party together; sometimes it’s just me and my brother. Usually depends on schedules.”