“No funny business,” he said as he stretched out next to her.
She flipped the blanket back over him and rolled over to curl up against him in one movement. He was cold.
“You’re naked!” He tried to sit up but she put her hand on his chest.
“You’re not, so it’s fine. Lay back and relax. You’re freezing, let me warm you up.” She draped her leg over his and snuggled into his side. She looked up at him when he didn’t move. “Put your arm around me so I can rest my head on your shoulder.” He moved warily at first, but once she nestled down against his chest his arm moved around to cradle her back, seemingly out of habit.
“Hermione’s right, this is nice.” She hooked his leg with hers and pulled it a little closer so she could lean against it. The smooth muscle of his leg pressed against her pubic mound. She leaned into it and smothered a small sigh. “Makes me feel all girly.” She slid her hand up over the smooth plane of his stomach and let it rest on his chest.
“Don’t you and Harry cuddle like this?” She smiled and melted into him as his arm squeezed against her back and he pulled her closer to him. His hand came up and entwined with hers on his chest.
“No, we either spoon or lay face to face.” She was almost glad he hadn’t caught her masturbating. She hadn’t cuddled with him since the summer after her first year, and they certainly hadn’t been naked. “I’d forgotten how nice it is to cuddle with you.” She hugged him back as he held her close.
“That seems like a lifetime ago.”
She chuckled softly, “At least half a lifetime; although we both wore a lot more clothes then.”
“Ginny, please don’t make this anymore uncomfortable than it has to be. It’s weird enough that I’m cuddling with my naked sister.”
She rolled her hips against him and enjoyed the delicious pressure of his leg against her. “You could be doing a lot more than cuddling.” Her voice was low, but seemed to thunder in the quiet that surrounded them.
“Ginny, you’re my sister. They call that incest.” She felt him shifting his weight, like he was trying to get up. She clamped her leg down on his and squeezed his hand tightly.
“Fine, I’ll be good,” she said with a pout, “but hear me out, please.” She felt him give in, but not truly relax. She changed positions so that she was leaning on him, but her head was up and she looked into his eyes. He looked troubled and wary. “Me and Harry and Hermione were talking about it in the shower this morning. We all had a really good time, and we’d like to do it again. And Harry said he really wants to do another threesome with you two if you’re agreeable. There’s one problem though, both of those scenarios leaves somebody at home while their spouse is out fucking someone else.”
She put a finger on his lips to keep him from saying anything, she wanted to get her say in first, then let him think about it. “Trust me; that feeling sucks. I almost went crazy while Harry was with you two, and we all know what happened after that.” Ron tried to turn his head, but she asked him to hear her out first. “The four of us have always been pretty close. I’ve always been closer to you than any of my other brothers, even if I am more like Fred and George. There’s no reason we couldn’t get together for an evening every now and then.”
“The fact that you’re my sister is a huge reason why we can’t get together for that kind of evening.”
“Ron, we’re both adults. We’re both in stable, mature relationships. And nothing says we have to have sex. I’m just talking about the two of us being in the same bed while we have sex with other people.” She smiled at him. “How sexy would it be to fuck your wife while she’s eating your little sister’s quim.” She winked at him, “That was the word you used, right? Quim?”
She almost laughed at his discomfort and embarrassment. “You certainly weren’t who I had in mind when I said that.”
“No, but then my best friend didn’t know how badly I wanted to fuck her when she talked to you about it either. I’m serious, Ron. This could work if you let it work. We both know that I can turn you on; I honestly thought you might cum on me last night. Your cock was pulsing like mad and starting to swell when I took hold of it.”
“I was afraid I was going to cum on you last night. I don’t think I’ve ever been that embarrassed in my whole life.”
Ginny pushed herself up and looked deep in his eyes. She could see the shame and embarrassment there, but also there was something almost looked like a plea for understanding or forgiveness. “Really? I turned you on that much?” This was either going to be easier than she thought, or downright impossible.
“Yeah. You wouldn’t know it to look at my wife, but I get really turned on by tall, curvy girls.” He looked away from her, and resisted her attempts to make him look at her.
She almost growled with frustration. He wanted her, but he wasn’t going to give in to temptation. She knew him, he would die upon that point before he gave it up. She was back to wishing he had caught her masturbating, like she had originally planned. The idea that struck her bordered on revelation.
“Would you like to watch a tall, curvy girl pleasure herself? Since you won’t do it for her.”
“I don’t think I should watch you get yourself off.”
“Why not, I’ve watched you.”
This time he did sit up and half-dumped her over on her back. “What? When?”
She smiled, he had reacted just like she expected. “It was by accident, at the least the first time was by accident.”
“What do you mean, the first time.” His look was both horrified and worried.
“I’ll tell you, but you have to hear the whole story and not go stomping off in the middle.” He agreed, if somewhat reluctantly. “And you can’t get mad if I start playing with myself. This story still makes me horny when I think about it.” He gave her a sidelong look, but finally nodded in agreement.
“It was the summer you and Hermione finally decided to go all the way.” She gave him a pitying look, “Harry and I had already been screwing for six months by that point, and you two started dating way before he and I did. Anyway, you and Hermione were wearing out the owls, as usual. Well, one day I was in your closet looking for one of your spell books when you got one of those letters. You came running in to your room and locked the door. Before I could say anything you dropped your drawers and flopped down on your bed.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Shush, the story’s just getting good, and I told you not to interrupt me. Anyway, then you start reading out loud. She’s telling you about how she’s masturbating a couple of times a day to your letters, and she can’t stand it anymore, and she’s planning to jump your bones as soon as she sees you at the beginning of July. Then she gives you this really detailed account of how she’s touching herself, and what it feels like, and how hard her nipples are.” Ginny knew it was coming on, she was getting short of breath and she really wanted to reach down and rub herself.
“By this point, your cock is standing up like a flag pole and you’re starting to stroke it. Because of the door and the frame all I can see of you is from your stomach to your knees.” Unable to lie still anymore, Ginny sat up and straddled her brother’s leg. She looked down and saw that cock was straining against his shorts. She could also see that her areolas were crinkly and her nipples were hard. His eyes were closed; not the relaxed closed of someone reliving a memory, but the stiff closed of someone trying very hard not to look at something.