Incest

They knew it was a sin to love each other in that way.

They knew it was wrong, horribly wrong, and if anybody found out they would be damned forever.

They knew it was forbidden, and rightly so. The consequences of their actions were unthinkable. If anybody found out how they loved each other, it would be a catastrophe.

They had always been close, and loved each other like brother and sister until that night.

---

She sat in her bedroom in the bed, staring at the letter in her hand. It was from her former boyfriend Seamus. The whole letter consisted of: Dear Gin, I'm sorry but I've found somebody else and think we should be seeing other people. You've been great. I've had fun. -Seamus

You've have fun?! She expostulated inside her head. Fun? We've been dating for five fucking months and all you can say is that we've had fun?!?!

The shuddering rage of anger overwhelmed her before she began to cry, silently and slowly. Seamus had been so sweet and she had crushed on him for so long, but she guessed that it was an illusion. The tears dripped down her cheeks and she made no movement to brush them away.

"Ginny? What's up?"

She lifted her head slowly and looked at the doorway, her eyes shining bright with her grief. Her brother Ron was standing there, the moonlight making him seem pale and longer then usual. The freckles stood out vividly on his nose, and his eyes were filled with concern.

She could only shake her head; her shoulders trembling before the tears began running again, dripping off the edge of her ski-jump nose. He came and sat beside her, stroking her back and pulling him against her. She leaned against him, crying into her big brother's shoulder as he rocked her back and forth.

"Aw, Gin, he's not worth it. Screw him. Ginny, please stop crying."

"I...hate...him," she sobbed, irrationally.

"I know, Ginny, I know," he soothed. She clutched at him, so glad she had this older brother to take care of her.

He kissed the top of her head, and held him to her like she was a small child. "Fuck him, Ginny-vra."

She smiled tremblingly at the childish nickname. "Ginevra," she mumbled.

"Ginny-vra," he repeated.

She sighed deeply and moved her head so she was underneath his chin, closing her eyes and letting his heartbeat reassure her. He held her tight, rocking her back and forth. It was entirely a coincidence that when he looked down, she looked up, and their lips collided.

Both of their eyes opened wide, but neither of them broke the kiss. It lasted long before finally they broke off, staring at each other, heartbeats racing. It was like suddenly they saw their sibling in an entirely different light, and they didn't like what they saw as well as hungering for it.

He got up, gently depositing her on the bed, and left abruptly, as she sat on the bed, stunned, her mind racing over the feeling of kissing her brother's lips.

---

The next night, she was lying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, when he came.

He stood in her doorway, looking down at her, and she felt a pull of attraction she had never felt before for her brother. At the same time, sisterly love made her gesture to him to come and sit down beside her.

He did so, and sitting beside her, reached a tentative hand out and stroked a wisp of her red hair. "That- thing- that happened last night," he said awkwardly. "It can't- happen again. You understand that, right, Ginny-vra?"

"Of course," she echoed, not knowing what was going on, only that her brother's eyes were so brown and full of love, she was falling into him.

He fingered the wisp of hair that fell into her eyes, and she looked up at him, asking him a question.

She pulled him beside her, and cuddled beside him, comforted by the warmth of his body. He held her, awkwardly, but when she made no movement to go away, he relaxed and tightened his hold on her body.

She lifted her eyes to his face, searching for an answer. Counting every freckle that stood out on his pale skin.

And when they kissed, again, each knew it had to be the last time.

---

And yet, the next night, he was in her doorway again. She felt no self-consciousness in the fact that she was in her nightie and him in his pyjamas; nor that it was the time when all others in their household slept.

He sat down on her bed without an invitation, and leaned against the wall. Confusion creased his forehead.

"I don't know why I'm here, Ginny-vra," he confessed.

"You're here because you love me," she whispered, fingering his hair.

That startled him, and he looked at her, his eyes a mass of chaos. "Like a brother," he said.

"Like a sister," she murmured, and then pulled his head close to hers and kissed him.

He kissed her back, and it was so natural, and they felt so right, like their mouths were jigsaw pieces fitting together. And at the same time, they knew it was so wrong, that it was wrong and they should be spitting each other out.

Her mouth opened slightly, her eyes closed. He pulled her close as they kissed, two red heads blending together into one. Two faces blurring into the same.

He pulled back, his mouth pink, and his lip trembled. "What are we doing, Ginny-vra?"

"I don't know," she replied honestly. All she knew that was it felt so good to trust her brother, who would never break her heart.

He leaned against the bed, and she leaned against him. He put his arms around her, and she looked up at him as he stared into space.

"Don't be sad, Ron," she said quietly.

"This is wrong, Ginny," he answered bitterly, then tilted her head and their lips met.

---

The next night, they didn't talk, but cuddled together close.

They kissed, long and hard, and slowly his hands crept underneath her nightie, touching her bare back. They had become each other's forbidden fruit, each knowing the other was untouchable and yet lusting after the contact that they made during the dead of the night.

She loved her brother, loved him like he was part of her. He loved his sister, loved her and protected her. And yet, she bit lightly along his neck, as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, rubbing her bare back.

She thought he tasted like the sweetest, most forbidden thing. He thought she felt like a goddess he was not supposed to touch. They didn't know what to make of each other, as suddenly years of growing up together fell apart in minutes, just because of some contact.

She moaned, quietly, as his hands made their way around to her breasts, stroking them like they were any other part of her, sending tingling sensations all the way to her toes. He struggled to control himself as she licked and nibbled at his shoulder, leaving small teeth marks.

And when he left, they both knew it was just in time.

---

He didn't come the next night, and she knew why. They had come so close to damning themselves- if they hadn't done that already. But yet, as she lay in her bed, staring up at the ceilings, she wished he had come. She wished she had her brother with her.

It felt so natural, what they were doing, it was hard to believe that it was wrong. And yet it was. She knew the word, but refused to use it. It was so hard to come to terms that the comfort she found in her brother was immoral and evil.

And to her that was what he was, comfort and familiarity and everything she knew. She loved him, an ache in her heart. And she wondered what he was doing, if he lay in his bed and thought of her.

---

The next time he came, it was after a week, and she was glad to see him. He smiled a bittersweet smile when he saw her, spread out on her bed, looking at him with trust in her eyes. He stretched out beside her, and kissed her hesitantly, before murmuring into her ear, "This has to be the last time, you know that."

It wasn't a question, but she wasn't listening to words, she was listening to his body. She answered him by pulling him close and burying her face in his chest. He nibbled along her earlobe, sending shuddering shivers of pleasure down her spine.

She undid the familiar buttons of his pyjama top, pulling it off him, and kissing the well known outlines of his chest. He struggled for control as he let his tongue roam over her chest, as she bit her own lip at the feelings he evoked in her. They were feelings no sister should feel for her brother, but she was feeling them, and wanted them, licking at her brother's lips.

Their clothes shed gradually, until there were two, naked and pressed together. She pointed her wand at the door and rasped, "Alohomora!", as he kneaded her stomach muscles. She gasped as he pushed at the muscles in her legs, making her wet between her legs. She stroked his hard manhood, without fear as he touched her with an almost savage need. She knew he would not hurt her, and she kissed his hardness as he quivered in her touch.

Their ginger hair mixed together, as they, sweaty, blended their bodies. She could feel his hard erection between her legs as he suckled and bit her nipple, eliciting from her a moan. This was so wrong, so right, so fast, not fast enough, her mind whirling as she pulled at him with her tongue, grasping at him until they were both breathing hard.

He paused before entering her, and she looked up at him from where she was, lying naked on her back with her legs spread. He paused, above her, his manhood extended and his body and hair damp and mussed. He paused, taking her in and what they were doing.

"Ginny," he said softly, his voice ragged,, controlling himself, breathing hard, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She bit her lip, wanting him so bad she felt another surge. She reached out her arm and scrambled around until she found her anti-pregnancy charm. She slipped it around her neck and looked up at him.

"Yes."

His eyes were filled with something she couldn't recognize, as he moved in, making her writhe as they became one for a small time. She quivered and cried out as they came, his gasps of air coming fast as he finally collapsed on her, both of them damp with moisture.

He remained there for a small amount of time before rolling off and lying beside her. They lay together, staring up at the ceiling, as their heartbeats slowed down and became steady, as the realization of what they had just done crept up onto them.

She turned her face to see his, and saw his eyes were filled with emotion.

"It wasn't a mistake," she said softly.

He said nothing, but pulled his sister close to him, kissing the top of her head and holding her tight.

---

They knew it was a sin to love each other in that way.

They knew it was so, so, wrong, but the comfort they found in each other was so vital, especially when Voldemort began to move in and their lives became endangered.

They never let anybody know about the surreptitious encounters in the middle of the night. It was a secret between them; something that bonded them together, making them closer then any two people had a right to be.

They knew the word for it, too, but they never spoke it. As far as they were concerned, it was love, between a brother and a sister, between a lover and his love. It was forbidden, yes; they would be damned, yes; but at least they would have each other in their misery.

Neither of them forgot the taste of each other's sweaty skin, and neither of them could forget the feelings as they blended their bodies. On the outside, they moved on; on the inside, they wished they could have their sibling beside them as they lay in their bed.

They never let anybody know about their secret encounters with each other.

It was so, so, wrong, but yet sometimes they met, secretly and quietly, just revelling in the precious comfort of loving somebody who you know would never hurt you.