Chapter Two: Gaining Experience

Disclaimer: Okay, so JKR would have never done this to her characters. It's a children's book, so I would hope not. But since we're all adults here, I've taken the liberty to satisfy the older and more imaginative readers who enjoy a bit o' smut to read at the end of the day.

Author's Note: I suppose I should warn you now. A reviewer for the first chapter (which had been a completed one-shot) inspired me to edit the story (quite a bit) and to go on to answer the question, "What did they do to Ron?" So, Arabella Bloodgood, here is your answer. To all, read the warnings please. I marked 'incest' for incestuous thoughts; there is no incestuous touching or sex. If it bothers you, and if your curiosity doesn't get the better of you, turn back now.

Gaining Experience

The look on Ron's face was priceless. Ginny had never seen him so speechless, so incoherent, so... well, so hard. In all fairness, she had seen all of her brothers sporting stiffies in the morning as they ambled down the hallway to use the bathroom just outside her door. To be honest, it had become a kind of obsession to watch for them approaching the bathroom soon after they had woken up. It didn't really bother her, just sort of amused her. She'd heard both Fred and George occasionally in the mornings, after one or the other had gone into the bathroom, moaning softly behind the door. She had sent an Extendable Ear beneath the door one of those times and had heard the meaty thump-thump of flesh meeting flesh and the near-silent hiss of profanities as the thumping slowed and then ceased. It had been fantasy-fuel for a few years, and more than one orgasm had been achieved with merely the remembered sound of her brother wanking.

Having seen her brothers, any of them, really only at half-mast and always through clothing, she had been unaware of any of their true sizes. Ron's, even though she was viewing his through a layer of nylon shorts, was pretty darn impressive.

Ginny decided to play it up a bit, and Hermione seemed comfortable and willing to continue as one of her hands continued to caress Ginny's hip. Ginny had brought her legs together, out of self-awareness more than decency or any concern for the state Ron was in, but one of her hands ascended to fondle Hermione's breasts. Ron stood there as though Petrified. Almost like a Greek statue with a rock-hard erection, she thought, and way too many clothes.

"Do you like what you see, Ron? We could continue, you know... I can continue; can you, Hermione?" she asked, looking at her friend.

Hermione uttered an "Oh yes" before dipping her head forward to capture Ginny's lips with a not-so-chaste kiss.

The groan from the doorway was sheer agony, and Ginny loved it and deepened their kiss even more. Hermione seemed more eager now than before, which really had Ginny wondering about her friend's proclivities. She liked to be watched, apparently, though Ginny suspected being watched by Ron, whom Hermione had been secretly lusting after for a long while, had a lot to do with it.

Ginny already had Hermione's nipples tweaked to a state of hardness that rivaled Ron's, and she could feel Hermione's thighs, which were flush up against hers, rhythmically pressing against each other. Yes, Hermione was definitely turned on by all this. The hand on Hermione's breast began its descent toward the curls that covered her more intimate parts. Once it reached its destination and fell into a casual rhythm of slide and circle, Ginny broke the kiss.

As Hermione's head fell back to the bed, an look of utter bliss upon her face, Ginny glanced at Ron, who was now leaning against the doorframe for support, one hand rubbing his erection over his shorts. A wet spot had appeared on the fabric where it was repeatedly being stretched over the tip of his hardness, and his eyes were glued to what Ginny's hand was doing.

So, feeling a bit naughty and wanting to tease Ron as much as she possibly could, she coaxed Hermione's legs wider, bending her knees so that they would fall to either side and expose the folds of her sex.

"Like what you see, Ron?" she asked as her bewildered brother seemed to drink in the scene before him. "Have you ever done this to a woman? It feels so lovely, you know, to be touched this way... But this feels even better."

At that, Ginny stopped circling Hermione's clit and slid a finger up and down a few times, gathering moistness, before pressing a finger deep inside so that it disappeared completely. Hermione's back arched, and Ginny thrust her finger in and out for a minute before having a second finger join the first.

Ron whimpered at the doorway, and both girls looked toward him now. Ron had his entire cock fisted through the thin, sheer nylon fabric and was pumping it determinedly. Hermione's eyes were heavily lidded, but she forced herself to speak through her increasing lust. "Curl your fingers a bit, Gin. Ah!" she shouted as her friend complied and apparently hit the right spot. "Again! Oh!"

Hermione was diminished to cries of joy as Ginny continued to thrust her fingers just the way her friend liked it. One look at Ron told her he was losing control. He had a maniacal look in his eyes, wild, like he needed to find a place to put his aching cock and it pained him not to do so. Still able to tease Ron through her own rising passion, Ginny spread her legs and with her other hand started stroking her own clit frantically.

"Gods, yes, Hermione! Come for me, love. Come on," Ginny chanted. "Look at Ron. Watch him!"

That encouragement was all Hermione needed, and within seconds of raising her head to watch Ron pumping his thick cock through his damp shorts, she was coming, gripping Ginny's fingers forcefully.

Ginny couldn't care less anymore if her brother was standing there wanking off or not, she was now whimpering uncontrollably while her finger busily worked below. "Oh, oh, oh, it's too much. I need more. Please, oh gods, I..."

She looked up suddenly as her fingers were pushed away and watched as Hermione's head plunged downward, her mouth connecting with and enveloping her clit. The most blessed feeling overcame her as Hermione's lips and tongue set up a rhythm of licking upward, twisting, pulling, and sucking, then starting the whole process over again. It left Ginny in a kind of limbo, enjoying the intense sensations.

Her eyes opened to see Ron had stepped farther into the room, still stroking his now exposed cock, having pushed his shorts out of the way. Ginny's eyes widened at his length and his girth... and the redness of it all. He stood behind Hermione and watched as Hermione's tongue performed its magic between Ginny's spread legs. Then, he suddenly seemed to realize that Hermione's arse was directly in front of him as she knelt before Ginny and bent forward to tend to her friend's needs. The groan that escaped his lips was ragged and raw. His pent-up lust pushed him forward the last couple of steps that separated him and Hermione, and he cried out as he grabbed Hermione's hip with one hand and spent himself across her back with the other.

Ginny's eyes had been glued to Ron's cock the entire time. Her breathing started to come quicker as Ron's hand started pumping faster. She urged Hermione to stop licking and remain at her clit, telling her to suck and pull and flick her tongue, yes, just like that. Oh! And as Ron's semen pulsed from his cock and landed across her friend's back, some even getting into her hair, Ginny came so forcefully she could feel her orgasm liquefy and gush from her body.

As the three friends came slowly down off their high, Hermione lifted one hand to gather her hair and pull it over her shoulder, feeling the stickiness of Ron's come in her hair. She licked a bit off in experimentation, and that had Ginny sitting up to turn her friend around so she could help clean off her back.

She was distracted, however, as Hermione, who was now facing Ron and his rather diminished member, took Ron's hand and licked the come off his fingers, paying attention to each finger and between each finger. By the time she had his hand cleaned off and reached for his cock to start cleaning that as well, he had already started to harden again.

Ginny, knowing it was her turn to watch, completely forgot about the white streaks now drying on Hermione's back and eased backwards on her bed to get comfortable while Hermione started to suck Ron's cock deep into her mouth. And once again, her fingers sought to satisfy the ache that was building deep in her core....

Later that evening, after the three of them had cleaned up and gone down to dinner with the family, and where there seemed to be no end to the ribbing Ron received from his brothers for looking so smug, Ginny and Hermione lay in their respective beds in Hermione's room, staring at the ceiling, and talking.

"So," Ginny said and paused a moment. They hadn't spoken of what had occurred earlier that afternoon yet, and she was eager to tease her friend a little. "Do you think you have discovered your style yet, or do you think some more experimentation is in order?"

Hermione turned her head toward Ginny and looked at her across the moonlit room. "I think I may have found a style I'm quite fond of," she replied honestly, "actually a couple, to tell you the truth. Still... I think perhaps some, erm, revision may be in order. I mean, I wouldn't want to forget anything."

"Afraid someone's going to test you?" Ginny chided, knowing exactly what Hermione was trying to get at but deciding not to make it easy. If playing hard to get worked on the boys, it had to work on the girls.

"No! It's not that!" Hermione responded, quickly falling for Ginny's bit of a joke. "It's just I...well, you see..."

"Hermione," Ginny stated firmly now. "You've kissed me. You've made me orgasm more times than I can count...and, yes, I'm counting the ones I gave myself when I was watching you and Ron. Hell, you've even had your mouth on me down there. And you're going to tell me that you're still too shy to tell me what it is you want?"

Hermione sat up in bed, back straight, and stared at Ginny, who didn't move a muscle and didn't even dare to breathe. "Fine!" Hermione shouted. "I want you to make me come with your mouth. It seems I'm the only one who hasn't had that particular pleasure today."

Pleased that she had made her friend finally say what was on her mind, Ginny sat up, swung her legs off the bed, and padded over to Hermione. They stared at each other for a few seconds, as though sizing each other up, and then Ginny pushed Hermione backwards with one hand, forcing her to lay back on the bed. She crawled between Hermione's half-spread legs and drew her knees upward. Then she pushed the already short nightgown up past Hermione's hips.

When Ginny saw Hermione wasn't wearing any knickers, a sudden warmth spread throughout her core, and she liked her lips in anticipation.

"You knew this would be happening, didn't you?" Ginny asked her friend, who smiled up innocently at her.

"Well, I figured you wouldn't be able to resist. And if you did resist," Hermione shrugged, "at least I wouldn't have to be dealing with my knickers. They get in the way, you know."

"Why you little tart!" Ginny exclaimed, laughing.

"You're one to talk," Hermione said, joining in the laughter, but she sobered up quickly and commanded, "Now, get down there and eat me till I come."

"And such language too," Ginny teased before complying with much enthusiasm.

~ fin (and I mean it this time)