Title: All of Us
Pairing: Ron/Ginny, with mentions of Ron/Ginny/Draco
Rating: NC-17 for so-so het sex and incest
Summary: Ginny strips for Ron while it's raining. Written for my
50kinkyways table: "Writer's Choice (Stripping)."
Her hips roll like the rain drops on his bedroom window, a fluid, feline edge to how she shifts and dips; a splatter of muddy water hits the wall as she tosses her head, trim nails scraping over her own thin stomach as she eases her dirty undershirt over the pert curves of her breasts. Nipples pebbled from the chilly rain she’d just been running in. A ruby at her bellybutton, held in place by a small gold hoop. The waistline of her jeans hugging skeletal hipbones that she runs her hands over, smearing mud and a bit of blood from where she’d scraped her hand on the broom shed door. A flash of scarlet hair across her face as she thrashes to unheard music, strawberry lips pouted and tempting. Bare feet remaining steady on his worn, faded carpet despite the rain dripping from her body. Fingers clawing their way through her wild hair as she dances for him.
For him.
All of her.
He is hard long before her delicate fingers start on the stubborn zipper of her ripped jeans, his own lips - so like hers, no matter how he protests; they are brother and sister, after all - parted in something very close to awe. She tosses him a casual, heated glance as she turns, all vixen and devil and seductress, another slap of dirty rain water hitting his wall as she throws her head to the side.
"Ginny," he says, and his voice is rough; she’s smirking now, a tantalizing glimpse of her ass showing over her jeans as one hand begins to ease them down her hips, his jeans too tight… damp from running with her through the storm, sticking to his skin…
"Like what you see, Ron?" Ginny purrs, a hint of pink between her teeth as she lets her mouth fall open invitingly, as if prompting him to grab her flaming hair and force his dick down her throat. An eyebrow is arched questioningly - arrogantly, almost - over her sinful brown eyes, her jeans stopping halfway down her thighs… a dusting of red public hair teasing him when he glances down at her progress.
"Want you," Ron groans out, standing with a squeak of old bed springs, his hands cupping her breasts as Ginny lets herself be pushed against the wall. He shoves her jeans down, Ginny making an annoyed noise in her throat as she attempts to untangle her ankles from the soggy material; but Ron does not care, his hands busy with his own pants, cock flushed an angry red from her strip tease and the miserable chill from the rain.
Ginny isn’t wearing panties - she never is; Draco rid her of that habit months before, when the blond and his Weasley boyfriend first adopted his little sister into their relationship - so Ron is able to hoist her up by her hips and slide the head of his cock over her clit, dipping his own hips down to thrust into her cunt with a low moan. Ginny claws at his shoulders, another toss of tangled red hair falling across her rain-kissed face as she muffles a scream, pouted lower lip caught between her teeth.
"Yessss," she hisses through clenched teeth, and Ron is fucking her, thumbnails digging into her as he holds her against his bedroom wall, the curious Chudley Canon players on his favorite Quidditch poster watching with mixed looks of lust and disgust; Ron ignores them as he fucks his younger sister, the feel of slick, come-damp flesh hugging his cock dragging another rough growl from his throat. Ginny kisses his bicep, pretty pink tongue touching a jagged scar - faded, one of the few reminders he’d ever joined the second war - as she purrs something about how delicious he feels, how complete he makes her feel, how she wishes Draco was there to watch them, so alike, wet from running across the yard in the rain, Quidditch gear tossed haphazardly in the shed before they’d come inside…
Ron releases one of her hips, her legs locked around him like the pinky-swearing fingers of their childhood, thrusting his fingers between her thighs to work her clit, as hard as the nipple his lips close around at the same time. He works her as she had worked herself - to a silent beat only he can hear, almost drowned out by the roar of blood in his ears and his cock - fingers dancing over her flesh as she danced on his carpet, the Chudley Canons still watching overhead.
And she loves it.
All of him.
"Fuck, Ron…" she whines, knocking the back of her head against the wall; her hair is in her face again, hiding her expression as her cunt tightens in orgasm, her slim body shuddering in his arms as she comes. He twists her clit again, teeth still holding her tit like she’d held the tip of her tongue, Ginny nearly screaming at his torturing of over-sensitive flesh…
He comes when she’s forced into a second orgasm, seconds after the first - a hard thrust, their hips smacking together as she writhes and he groans, a crack of thunder coming from beyond his rain-streaked bedroom window. A flash of lightening gleams off the Chudley Canons poster as Ron sinks to his knees, his sister drawn into his lap; but it’s the glow of bright orange uniforms is nothing compared to the vibrant red of Ginny’s hair brushing his lips, so like hers.
"Love you," Ron mumbles. "Miss Malfoy."
"Mmm," says Ginny, her voice a distant purr beneath the storm, "Me too."