Burrowing Deep
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TRIGGER WARNINGS for this chapter! As has been working forward for a long time, there's (Weasley) 'family fun' here, Ron and Ginny. It's not what many are probably hoping for, but it is more than a BJ by far. I won't say what as it's spoilery, but a lot.
Also this whole chapter is smutty, but only the first (MUCH LONGER) scene is that ^ part.
Chap. 5: Burrowing Deep
While Harry Potter was having an important, embarrassing conversation with Hermione's father over lunch, before he had received Susan's letter, been knocked out for attempting to visit unannounced, and then spent more than a few minutes comforting the last member of the House of Bones, Ronald Weasley was far away in Devon outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, stalking his prey like a man possessed.
Maybe, he thought with a sense of dark amusement, I am. Possessed by evil spirits like the one Harry summoned a year ago.
Or you're just a randy bloke out to get your dick wet, another part of himself said more reasonably.
That his prey was someone he shouldn't have been pursuing in that way was no longer a concern for him, at least not truly. He knew it should be, and the risks were immense. Here, no less, under the ever-watchful eye of his mother, doing what he wanted to do was quite dangerous.
But Ron did not care. Not anymore.
She's such a slag, teasing me... teasing me for months. Almost a year! Damn it, what did you do to me? I used to never think of you that way, now I can't help myself.
The object of his thoughts, his prey, walked ahead of him by some twenty or so feet, a thick towel over her shoulders, sandals swung from her left hand rather than on her feet, and her lithe body was otherwise only concealed by an azure swimsuit that his mother would've called absolutely scandalous two years earlier.
Now, though, she had to accept that Ginevra Weasley, her daughter, was no longer a little girl, and that the times had indeed changed. Hermione's close friendship with Ginny, perhaps her best friend, had taught her a lot about muggle fashion. It had taken Ginny seeing Hermione's muggle swimming attire just one time for her to be convinced it was incomprehensibly just better than the modest, floofy things both Molly and Ginny had worn when they were younger.
Ron tended to agree with Ginny in this case... even if it was a sore temptation not to run forward and grab hold of his sister's half-bare, swaying arse as she walked down the well-worn, well-known path between their family's home and the pond on the far side of the orchard. The two of them, for now, were basically alone as Molly had taken most of their current house-guests, all nine of them, on a shopping trip for some necessities along with an Auror escort.
The only other person present was Bill, who was resting after a night on guard duty or something along those lines for the Order of the Phoenix.
Honestly, Ron was just glad for some peace and quiet in the house. The Burrow was always a bit chaotic, but with a dozen or so extra people even months after the attack on King's Cross that had orphaned many of them, space was at a premium, and quiet even more so.
Frankly, it had been too long since he'd gotten laid, not since Harry's party a couple of days ago. He was sure Ginny was in the same boat, having had her Runes nearly as long as he had, but she showed no sign as she walked casually ahead of him. He was just glad she'd accepted when he had asked her to go to the pond for a swim. She hadn't even hesitated, just closed her book and said, "Alright, Ron. Let me get changed, I'll need about five."
Now, they were just coming into sight of the pond itself, a favorite hangout spot of the entire family during the hot summer, though thankfully their parents had avoided it more and more as the children got older and needed less supervision. He just had to hope that trend would continue, because he was tired of fighting what Harry, Hermione, and even Ginny seemed to want.
He definitely did, even if part of him knew it was a terrible idea.
Gods, why did her pert, pale arse have to look so good in that swimsuit? Why were her legs so long and delicious, though she was still a bit on the short side?
Ginny, being ahead on the path, stopped first of course, and laid her towel out on the shorter patches of wild grass underneath the large oak tree that had once hosted a crazy afternoon. Looking back on that moment now, Ron could almost line up a series of stepping-stones through the last year that had led to this exact moment, when he walked up to Ginny as she stood up, smiling happily, and pushed a lock of hair even more fiery than his own behind her ear. "Ready for a swim?"
"Nah," Ron grunted, "not yet."
Ginny's eyebrows came together in confusion, "Then why're we-"
His arms, stronger, longer, than hers had snaked around Ginny's narrow waist and pulled her against him, holding her belly against his throbbing, aching cock. Her eyes widened a bit, but before she could say anything, Ron leaned down and kissed his sister full on the mouth.
She didn't hesitate, but threw her arms around his neck too, and a moment later, their tongues danced and wrestled side by side beneath the oak.
He could focus on nothing but her small breasts pressed into his lower ribs, the heat of her toned, athletic but petite body pressed against him, her mouth against his... passion, heat, desire. Love.
Yes, familial, but also more. Not quite like a girlfriend, but the same love he felt for Hannah, or Pansy, or even Luna. Somewhere between family, friend, and lover, in a possibly unholy mix of all three in this particular case. "I need you," Ron groaned.
"About time," Ginny whispered into his mouth, "I've been trying to seduce you for months."
"I could tell. Take it off."
"Make me," Ginny giggled, then tore herself out of his grasp, "Because I don't know about you, Ron, but I came down here for a swim."
Then she was gone, out of his reach and running full-tilt toward the pond. He'd only taken a few steps by the time she reached it, more leisurely where his sister pelted away. Long familiarity told him what she was going to do, and of course, Ginny leaped as far and high as she could go, then tucked herself into a ball at the top of her arc. She hit the water about fifteen feet out, where both knew the pond was plenty deep enough for such a maneuver.
Ron had just reached the edge of the pond and dropped his own towel more haphazardly in the grass, slipped off his shoes, and stood up as Ginny surfaced, laughing. "Slow," she teased, then dived again. He was at least treated to the sight of her legs once more as she kicked them into the air on her way down. After his shoes were off too, Ron took a few steps back, then with a run of his own, jumped as well.
The cold water was always a pleasant shock when you first hit it, so it was hardly a surprise, but it still made Ron almost gasp as he was submerged. Briefly, when his momentum had died, Ron thought he felt a hand on his leg, but it was gone a moment later, so he pushed his way back to the surface. He hadn't gotten a proper breath, anyway.
Ginny was there when he was, two feet away, her hair gloriously sodden as it clung to her neck, her shoulders. "There, now I've swam," she told him, her voice low and husky. "So come here."
Ron snorted, "That's all you wanted?"
Ginny shrugged with one freckled shoulder, less than his own, paler, but not by much. "It's been two days for me too, Ron. Why did you think I came? Come on, get your cock out."
"Eager much?"
"For you?" Ginny exhaled as she floated toward him, "Pretty much all the time. I don't know if you've noticed, Mr. Teaspoon, but I've wanted you since... well, the last time we were out here with Harry and Hermione. The day Fleur left Bill for Harry."
He swallowed, "But- but you said, uh, friends? That you could watch a friend shag, but not your brother."
"We are friends, dummy," Ginny laughed, "Now don't pretend you don't want to now. You just said you wanted me a minute ago. Give me that dick, I want to suck it."
Ron rolled his eyes, more annoyed that suddenly he felt like the prey than the hunter, but who was he to complain? Ginny gave great head anyway, and he did want to cum. So he pushed his shorts down a bit past his balls, "So just right here?"
"Never done it in the pond before," Ginny shrugged, and gave him a saucy wink before she took a deep breath, closed her mouth, and sank below the water.
As usual, the stream-fed pond was crystal clear, enough that you could see the bottom some twenty feet below when it was sunny like today, so he had only a rippled but otherwise perfect view of Ginny's red hair fanning out in the water she she stopped two and a half feet down. Her hands circled him first, grabbing onto either side of Ron's arse, warmer than the water but not by much.
Her mouth, increasingly familiar, was much warmer as it circled the tip of his long shaft. Both knew from their youth that while clear the water of the pond wasn't exactly tasty, for the many fish that lived there, along with the frogs that lived a bit further downstream, well... they were living creatures. Even swimming in it was something Percy had stopped doing before the rest because he 'didn't want to swim in fish shite'.
Ron didn't care, though. Ginny, his beloved sister, pride of his family, the vivacious, energetic new star chaser of the Gryffindor team, was sucking his cock for all she was worth. He groaned, glad she could still take him all, and rested a hand on her head. He didn't dare guide her though, not under the water. She could drown, after all.
The cold of the water and the heat of her body was a strange contrast, but Ron found it thrilling and quite pleasant, almost as much as the knowledge that it was her doing it, doing it again, right there under the sky where just anyone could see their taboo activities... if anyone was around to see it, of course. He sighed, content at last to have some sort of relief from his pent-up desire, waving his hands and feet slowly through the water to stay afloat, and let his sister work.
Ginny came up for air three times, spaced almost a minute apart, before she wiped her mouth, "Okay, that's enough. Out."
"But I haven't cum," he groaned.
Ginny was already paddling away, "I don't care. You can cum in a second, Ron. I don't want to taste the water any more. Come on, I'm randy too."
While athletic, he was definitely a better swimmer than his sister, his long arms and legs able to catch much more water to move himself forward, so Ron was the first to the shore. Ginny was right behind him though, her competitive nature able to at least let her keep up. She grabbed his towel with one hand, dragging it through the grass, while the other gripped his shaft, pulling him by it with a yelp.
Despite his protests, she only let go when she was by her own. With a huff, Ginny threw out his too, laying it next to hers. Then she reached up, half-turned toward him, and pulled the straps of her light blue swimsuit down to reveal her perky, pert tits. Then she lay down on the center of the makeshift bed, her torso hiked up on her elbows, her knees up, but wide open. "Not in the pussy, though. You can thigh-fuck me, or you can do my arse, but my pussy is off limits to you until Harry and Hermione are there."
"What?" Ron asked, confused, though that didn't stop him from lowering to his knees between her ankles, "That doesn't make any sense. You know they both want us to."
"Yes," Ginny replied reasonably, "but they want to be there, to see it. Perverts... come on, please Ron, I'm randy as hell. So get in here and rub that cock on my pussy, or fuck me in the bum. Just do something."
"You really are randy," he chuckled, and knee-walked forward. His hands on his sister's knees pushed them further apart. But he didn't give her what she'd asked for. He was always the youngest, the last to get something, out of the boys. He had the most, the oldest, hand-me-downs. And Ron wasn't bitter, not anymore. He understood much better now, with the orphans their family had taken in, the sacrifices his parents had made over the years for all of them. He was not the sixth son (even if he was, technically).
He was a Weasley.
Specifically, Ronald Bilius Weasley, best friend of Harry Potter, warrior, fighter, wizard. He wasn't just going to let his little sister push him around like that, even if what she wanted, he did too.
So more to prove to himself that he could be in charge, that he could be the one doing things, Ron instead leaned down, and pressed his tongue as deeply into his sister as it would go in one smooth motion.
She was right, the pond water did taste like boiled shite.
But he didn't care, because underneath it was a heady flavor of flaky, buttery crust surrounding baked apples with a hint of cinnamon, his own favorite dessert: Apple pie. "Gods, you taste good, Gin," he groaned, and started lapping at his little sister's tight twat for all he was worth.
She moaned and writhed, pushing and twisting her cunt into his face as one hand fisted in his ginger hair. The other rose to her breasts, which Ron thought was a fine idea. His left joined her, covering the other, when a wild idea hit him.
She'd even said it, invited him to do it. Practically begged him. And it wouldn't quite be too far, if she, Ginny herself, had said it, right? No... surely not.
His free hand pressed against her puckered anus as he felt and heard his sister's first orgasm approach. Just as she came, he pushed his thumb in, and the keen became a scream of ecstasy that shocked Ron with its volume as she bucked up into his mouth, squirting a bit onto his nose and cheeks.
Despite his own face being covered in the increasingly briny-smelling reside of the water, Ron lapped up all he could reach, delighting in the fresh flavor all-but straight from the source.
After Ginny had come down from her high a bit, Ron sat up slowly, still licking his lips, and asked, "Like that?"
"You know I did," Ginny giggled, then used her free hand to reach down and lay it on the head of his shaft, "Now come on, rub it on me, or something. I want more, and I know you want to cum too. I'll help if you want."
"Oh, I know you will," Ron chuckled, though he relished her touch even as he wanted to moan at the heat emanating from his sister's slick slit.
She moaned along with him... they'd touched like this accidentally a few times, but had never done so deliberately, openly. This was... different. Before, they had been nervous, or in the throes of an orgy or ritual, filled with otherworldly need and lust. This... This was his sister and him. Not just blowing or licking or going down on each other to sate needs that were many times over more powerful than they had been a year before.
This was him trying not to just shove his cock into her pussy and take her.
But at the same time, it was also an expression of love, even if such love was forbidden by nearly every society in the world.
It was also sheer bliss, for his long cock felt every single ridge of her labia, the tiny folds inside the greater ones, the bump of her clit and its hood as he scraped up them for ten inches making her gasp again, and how delightful just seeing her shiver as he stroked downward instead, each vein and bump of his shaft tickling her just so, too...
This was two siblings all-but fucking, knowing without speaking of it that soon this would not be enough, either.
Too soon, almost, because Ron nearly slipped, his cock-head falling as he sighed in pleasure, nestling right there in the entrance of Ginny's too-tight channel.
She froze, her brown eyes blazing with need, as if daring him on.
He did dare... but she was right.
One simple push, even just a half-inch, and his head would be completely in, at least. This, though, was still accidental. Not him deliberately fucking her.
Ron sighed, reached down for his shaft, and pumped it a few times, gaze locked on hers, his cock still all-but inside her... then pulled away. Or pushed down, using her body's lubricant to ease the way as the same tip stopped again at another special place.
"Oh Circe, yes," Ginny sighed, "Do it, Ron..."
Pop.
She was tight, yes, gloriously so, and her anus hugged every ridge of his cap and then lower, deeper, until Ron was buried half-way inside his sister's body. Not her mouth and throat, but her arse, an inch or less from where he really wanted to be. It was so hot, if a bit dry yet, so vice-like, Ron would have thought her bum was still virginal. But Ginny moaned as he entered her, not in pain, but like a wanton whore.
Not his... but a whore nonetheless. Ron grinned widely as he leaned down over her, putting his weight on one hand, while the other gripped a tiny tit. "Fuck, Gin, your arse is amazing... so tight. Can you take more?"
She swallowed beneath him, her strong legs came up to circle his waist, and the shift in angle made him want to lean in further no matter what she said. He held back, though, even as she sighed, "It's so deep already, Ron, but yes, yes. Just fuck my arse, please! I'm gonna cum in just a few- fuck- fuck!"
He'd only stroked out to the cap once, watched it tug on her tight pucker, then pushed back in hard and fast. Not even any deeper than before, as far as he could tell, but suddenly Ginny's legs were trembling and shaking around him. Her arms flew around his neck again, pulling him against her, not to kiss, but just to have his head near hers as she climaxed violently.
"That's twice," Ron groaned as she continued to spasm her anus around him, "And I've not cum yet. What kind of whore are you, Gin?"
"Selfish and greedy," she sighed, still shaking a little as her head fell back, and she collapsed, limp, onto the rumpled towels. "Your- your turn, though."
"It'd better be," he grunted, and moved his hips back. Again, Ginny trembled, and he did too. The juice of her orgasm ran down, adding even more lubrication, so this time when Ron slid in it was easy, and he ended up going another two inches before he caught himself. "You- you alright?"
"Go all the way," she moaned, all but panting, her eyes hooded with lust.
Ron swallowed. He couldn't believe he was shagging his sister in any fashion. Her wanting it deeper, all the way, was... well, not everyone could take it. Pansy and Hannah could, but he knew it hurt Hermione if he went all the way in. Ginny was even smaller.
But he did what she said. He had to at least try it, to know. He moaned as inch after inch slid past the tight sphincter, until his pubic hair was nestled against Ginny's snatch, and she sighed, content. One of her hands let the towel, where it had fisted in her orgasm to rest below her belly button, "Morgana, Ron, you're so deep! I can feel you... way up here!"
He swallowed, her finger was pointing just below her navel, less than half an inch away. She rocked her hips, and his eyes widened as a bulge appeared along with increased pressure at the top of his shaft. "Oh, Merlin, that's sexy," he whispered. Still, a moment of cautious overtook him, and he glanced up through the leaves of the massive oak, over the tops of the orchard, to the Burrow. But no, no one was watching, no one could see. They were still alone, still safe.
"You alright?"
"It's amazing," Ginny cooed, and twisted her hips to make the bulge appear again before relaxing. She left her hand there, though, and he could feel it on his cock, while the other rose to pinch her hard nipples. "Now get moving. I thought you wanted to shag my arse, not just lay there."
Ron snorted, and stood up on his knees. "You say that now," he grunted, and used his left arm to hike her leg up at the knee, while the other pusher her down, twisting her body at a forty-five degree angle. Then he shifted a bit to the left as it was a bit uncomfortable, and thrust.
Hard, fast, from tip to hilt, and Ginny's free tit rocked in a circle as she jerked with the motion, "Fuck!"
"You wanted a shag," he chuckled, "You're gonna get one, Gin."
He did, smooth at first, but still hard, slamming his body in to hers to that his balls slapped against her ass, even occasionally tickled against the towels or the grass as their movements began to separate them. Below him, Ginny squirmed and whined, at one point her tongue lolled out as she cried, "Oh, yes, Ron, shag my tight arse, so I can cum again!"
He moved faster, harder, drawing ten inches out before hammering back in, and with every push they moved a tiny bit closer to the house, toward the edge of the blankets, so Ginny's slowly-drying hair was tugged behind her. Then he lifted her leg higher, pressed it against his chest, and reached down to knead her free tit again, all without slowing down.
Again and again they slapped and crashed together, but Ron had no sense to count, to measure time, or anything. There was only heat and passion and need, and the pure, physical pleasure of her bum clutching at his cock, which seemed to burrow deeper with every thrust.
The pressure built like a wave, a swirling, spinning maelstrom of energy in his balls that grew more and more powerful with every stroke into and out of his sister's body. As Ginny came for the fourth time, a strangely quiet, choked-off squeak as her body started to spasm, the sheath he was fucking grew tighter still, and suddenly overwhelming. He climaxed suddenly, spurting one jet after another so far into Ginny's intestines he imagined it would take weeks for her to void it all, and felt strangely proud of the fact.
Even as a bit of guilt overwhelmed him, because...
Well, what had been done could not be undone. There wasn't going back. True, it hadn't been that last step, but he'd just had sex with his sister.
And damn, if he didn't want to do it again, right the fuck now. Only...
"Fuck, that was fun," Ginny said breathlessly, "but we should probably get in the water again and clean up, pretend we were in the whole time. Mum should be back soon."
And damn as well, if she wasn't right.
"Harry," Susan said quietly, making him jump.
Harry blinked, bleary-eyed for a moment, strangely tense to wake in unfamiliar surroundings. Not the room he'd been knocked out in, either. But no... memory came back quickly, along with the curvy, voluptuous young woman on his lap.
"Oh, uh- sorry, Susan. Didn't realize I fell asleep."
She smiled softly, a faint blush dusting her cheeks, "I did, too. Sorry about your shirt... it's still wet."
He looked down between them to find both of their shirts, not just his, had been darkened a bit by her tears. Underneath Susan's, he could see the faint hint of a white bra, but little else. "Don't worry about it. Are you... well, okay? Feeling any better."
"Loads, actually," Susan replied quietly, and brazenly, at least for her, she let her head fall back onto his shoulder, her nose pressed softly against Harry's neck. "This... this is actually pretty nice."
"Thanks," he said with a grin, and pulled her a bit tighter, "I'm enjoying it, too. I don't fall asleep around just everyone."
She nodded, "Yeah. Only... only people I..."
"Trust."
Another nod. He was glad she understood, even if he hated that she did too. Neither needed to explain it, they both simply knew, even if Susan was among the girls in his circle he knew the least well. But he understood her pain, and knew she understood his, perhaps better than anyone else living. "Um... Your h- hand, Harry."
"What? My hand...? Oh. Oh, sorry."
The moment he started to move it off of her, Susan flinched, then covered it with her own softer, paler one. "N- No... no, leave it. I... I don't mind if it's you."
He gulped. Again, he knew Ron and many others in Hogwarts would kill to have a handful of Susan Bones' left breast, but in that moment he only wanted to make sure she was okay. He hadn't even realized that's where he was holding her. "You- you're sure?"
"I like it when you touch me," she said simply, and he felt her face heat against his shoulder even more. "Maybe- maybe not more, though Not yet."
"I understand. It's still soon. You've had a busy day... or few weeks. It's okay to go slowly, I won't push you."
"No," Susan replied, lifting her head a little to give him a serious look, "I need you to push me. Just a little, every- every time. I won't..." Her voice softened a bit as she relaxed once more, "I'm... scared. I don't want to... I'm the last one, Harry, but I'm not ready to be a mother. But I need to be. So push me. I don't want to be the last one unless I have to. If- If you want to, it can be right now. But I won't go... go first. You need to push."
He swallowed. "But your Contract-"
"Screw the Contract," she hissed, and sat up, spinning in his lap to straddle him on the old-fashioned, very comfortable black couch they'd found themselves on in the sitting room. "Harry, I... I've been awake for an hour, thinking. Mulling things over. And I don't want to wait. I want to- Oh, I'm saying this all horribly, you probably think I'm some slag, but I don't care. I don't want sex. I'm not ready, not yet. But you need to push me. Go further than you think I want, please. Because I don't want to be the last Bones. If he gets me- if I die, then everyone that's gone before... they won't have anything left to hope for, on the other side. I trust you, though, Harry. You've proven who you are again and again. I don't need a Contract to be your concubine, or your wife, or whatever you want me to be. If you prefer, then that's alright, but I don't... I don't want to be bound to a piece of paper. I want you to push me, and when the time's right, we'll... we'll go all the way. And maybe we'll have a child, and maybe not. I just want it to be... well..."
It took Harry several seconds to come up with a word she might have meant, but when he said, "Natural?", Susan nodded.
"Yes, Natural. Just... whatever happens, happens. But I'm a coward, so..."
Harry brushed hair from her ear too as he leaned in and kissed the girl straddling him, "You aren't a coward, Susan. I've seen you fight, you were one of the first at King's Cross. You've a right to be nervous, too... but you don't have to be. I promise, when the times comes, I'll make sure you... enjoy it."
She swallowed and blushed, looked away, "I... I know that. I mean... Oh, bollox."
He'd never heard her swear, and Harry snickered, harder when she glared at him in mock annoyance for doing so.
"I... I like you, Harry, I really do. Maybe even love you," she said vehemently, "and I don't want some Contract or just s-sex, or my inexperience, to get in the way of that. I want it to be special, not just good. Do you understand?"
Her words, especially the first few, brought Harry up short.
He...
He'd never...
Well, no, plenty of people, especially the ladies in his life, had told him they loved him.
But no one, not one, of them had said it in that way, in the romantic sense, before they'd done more than kiss and a little bit of light or accidental fondling. Well, Ginny, but she was... a special case, and they'd consummated their relationship right then.
"Don't say it if you aren't ready, or if it's not real," Susan said, "But... that's what I want. I don't want to be a woman you shag and have a few kids with, Harry. I want... more. I want all of it. All of you."
"I can't give you all," he told her quietly, honestly, "because there are... so many. But I can give you everything I can give you, Susan. I really like you, too. I don't love you that way... not yet. But I feel like I will. We just need more time. Maybe not even much."
"Then I'll be patient for a bit longer for the rest," she told him, and kissed him again, her breasts pressed into his chest, "but for now... I think it's time for another lesson?"
He grinned, "I think I'd like that very much, actually... you feel that thing under you...?"
This time, there was no mistaking Susan's blush as she nodded. This was going to be fun!