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Title: Fixation

Rating: NC-17

Author: Dee (Pandora’s Aquarium) mombi_of_oz@livejournal.com

Pairing: Charlie/Ginny

Disclaimer: All persons and places in this story belong to Ms. JK Rowling. I merely fuck them up.

A/N: This story was done for the slashers do het challenge. I, somehow, managed to get a kind of crazy pairing, and I just wrote without really planning this out at all. So, if you are disturbed by this, good. It’s supposed to be disturbing. It also may be confusing, I have no idea. Sorry if it is!! Oh, this is also totally un-beta'd. Sorry!

Warnings: This fic contains RAPE, INCEST, and Heterosexual Happenings (Hey, I have to give a slash warning, why not give a het warning?)

Dedications: This is for Chaser. Gracias me amore.

*~* Ginny *~*

Life at The Burrow had never been easy for me. And when Harry came to visit, it only made things worse. My friends would tell me how jealous they were that, “Famous Harry Potter” stayed summers at our home. They’d ask to come over and visit, but I’d say it was too crowded (which it always was, mum and I being the only girls in a house swarming with boys.)

One morning I woke up to find our table filled with all six of my brothers, my parents and Harry. The nine of them sat at the table shoveling bacon and eggs greedily, and happily into their mouths, barely even noticing that I’d just entered the room.

“Oh Ginny, dear,” mum said scooting out her chair and looking toward me. “Sit down! We’ve got bacon just how you like it!”

“Thanks,” I mumbled feeling incredibly embarrassed. This year I would not run away from Harry. I took my mum’s seat and she set a plate down in front of me. Repressing all urges to gorge myself, I slowly loaded my fork with a bit of egg, and placed the metal utensil carefully in my mouth, all while trying to look carefully delicate and good mannered in front of Harry. I glanced over to make sure he was watching, as I attempted to push anr for fork full of food in my mouth. Apparently somewhere down the line I miscalculated because whi whipped my head back to my plate, my fork launched in another direction completely, throwing bits of greasy egg all down the front of my shirt. I could hear the metal clanging noisily to the ground, sending eggs dancing across the floor.

I was officially mortified. I looked in panic at the rest of the table (which suddenly seemed much more crowded then normal) and watcall all their blank faces staring at me with surprise. “Food goes here, Gin,” Fred smirked as he animatedly displayed all the motions of a fork from his plate to mouth. George laughed in response, then Ron laughed, soon the entire table was laughing at me! I threw my chair back, and ran back to my room. Why did things like this always happen to me? Every time I tried to impress Harry something would go horribly wrong. He’d never like me. I’d always be Ron’s little sister.

I threw myself onto my bed, suddenly realizing I’d just wiped slimy eggs all over my white quilt. It was a nightmare. I cursed the stupid white bed and went to get a new shirt. I reached into the dresser and pulled out my favorite blue jumper the one I thought hid me just enough so as to be invisible when I wanted to. I tore off my stained shirt, and attempted to pull the blue one over my head.

“Ginny,” Charlie called, barging into my room without even knocking. Currently my head was stuck in the sleeve of my shirt, and my arms caught somewhere in the neck hole, leaving my naked chest in full view. It seemed Charlie was just as shocked as I. The silence was so intense in the room, I could have heard a pin drop.

“GET OUT!” I shrieked.

“Oh, I, uh, sorry,” he stammered closing my door quickly behind him. I threw my arms in their proper place, and shoved my head through the hole. Today would be a horrible day.
+*~* Charlie *~*
I had only wanted to cheer Ginny up. Fred and George had told me all about her crush on Harry, and I thought how hard it must be for her to be around him all the time. It seemed unfair that my brothers should tease her for it. I knew how she felt. I’d politely excused myself from the table, and hop the stairs to Ginny’s room. Then maybe we could talk, and hopefully I’d be able to cheer her up.

I walked quickly up the stairs, and approached her door. I should have thought, I could have thought. But, I didn’t. I thought I was walking into the room of a little girl, the little girl that I’d known for so long. I guess I wasn’t mentally prepared for the scene that was looming in front of me. Ginny was no longer a little girl. Ginny had become a woman.

Quietly I pushed open her bedroom door, so involved in myself that I couldn’t even recognize that knocking was a common practice in most households. “Ginny,” I said, then froze completely startled. Standing in front of me was this girl, this little girl with tiny breasts, and a thin flat stomach with an orange tuft of hair coming out the sleeve of her jumper. Ginny froze, her arms comically splayed through the neck of her jumper, and her breathing completely stopped.

“GET OUT!” She shrieked, her stomach concave as she exhaled. I stammered some foolish words before I slammed her door shut and practically ran into my own room. I bolted my door, and threw myself on to my bed, groaning in pure horror. I had seen my little sister naked, nude, bare, I’d seen her tits! I shoved my pillow over my head, trying to drown out the memory. The way her pale skin shimmered beneath the glow of the sunlight through her curtains, her flat stomach, and pants that were too low on her narrow hips. The way her breathing hitched when I walked in.

There had been something about that moment, and I felt disgusted in myself for feeling this way, but I had liked it. My feet didn’t move, because I hadn’t wanted them to. Her skin looked so soft, and my hands were so calloused. I longed to touch her, I longed to wrap my thick hands around her form, and cradle her like the tiny girl she always would be.

My sister. My own sister. It was disturbing, these thoughts. I tried so hard to think of anything else, The Norwegian Ridgeback I still had to break in, The Chudley Cannon’s tis I s I had for tomorrow’s game. But, Ginny’s body, her skin, and her small perky nipples replaced everything. I could feel myself growing hard at these thoughts. The way it might feel to bite those tiny buds, to caress her small ass, to feel her little and vulnerable against me. It had been so long since I’d actually been with someone, a warm body. I needed to feel the relief; the sexual tension needed to be relieved.

I flipped over onto my stomach, and quickly unzipped myself, sliding my hand down my length, and imagining the way my sister’s hand might feel upon it, her tiny digits slipping over me, bringing me to life.
***
The next few weeks I spent avoiding Ginny at all costs. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed that I’d walked in on her, which I was, but I could have gotten over that. I was avoiding her because just the sight of her hands, her arms, her tiny feet with toe nails painted sloppily purple, made me want her. Sometimes I’d sit across her from the dinner table, she’d be blatantly staring at Harry, as Harry tried kindly to pretend as though he didn’t notice. And she always looked so beautiful. Everything about my sister intrigued me. I wanted her.
Mostly I thought about how disgusting I was, how it was so wrong, and disturbing to want your own sister. Ginny was a part of me, and I was a part of her, and now I wasn’t satisfied with that. I wanted more from her, I wanted to have her.
I’d sit watching her do her chores, helping Mum clean house, helping my brothers with projects for their joke shop, watching Ginny watch Harry. In a way it was torture, just knowing I’d never be able to have her, but at the same time I felt satisfied with it all. As though this was the way it was supposed to be. I could at least pine after her if nothing else. And the weather was so hot that summer that staying indoors was the only way to keep from getting burnt. Mostly we’d all walk around half naked, and sweating, all modesty forgotten because of the intense and demanding heat.
I assume this is when I began to notice it. To notice I wasn’t the only one casting sidelong glances, I wasn’t the only one who sat and watched. Sometimes I’d see Ginny looking at me as well, I’d catch her brown eyes for a moment before she quickly moved them from me. I wondered if sometimes she wasn’t teasing me by spending extra amounts of time brushing up against me on the stairs. I could almost swear I saw her wink and smirk at me. Maybe licking her dry lips in anticipation of having me?
It was becoming an obsession for me, watching her, thinking about her, touching myself to the memories of her naked skin. And I hated the idea that summer was nearing a close. I hated that she’d be going back to Hogwarts, where boys were plentiful, and would try to seduce her. They’d be the ones to get a chance at touching her delicate skin, capture her pink, full lips with their own greedy mouths. It disgusted me. I couldn’t let that happen to her. They’d never take her virginity the way that I would. I would caress her, lover her, place tender kisses down her spine. It was my duty to take her virginity, as an older brother, it was my duty.
*~*~* Ginny *~*~*
My summer was successfully turning into the worst vacation of all time. It was already August and Harry had given me no sign of his liking me. I thought that perhaps this would be the summer he’d give in. He was seventeen! That was the age at which all boys thought about was sex, and I wasn’t beyond sharing my bed with him.
But mostly I lay about my house, wondering whether or not to owl friends and ask if I could come for a visit. Life at The Burrow when Harry was around was becoming tedious, and uncomfortable. But, maybe he wasn’t the only one making me feel that way.
After everything that had happened with Charlie that day, I’d felt embarrassed, but little else. It wasn’t totally unheard of to have a brother walk in on you in the toilet, or shower. It happened. But it had felt strange with Charlie. I thought he’d make some joke at my expense, and then everything would be back to normal, but that never happened. Instead he ignored it, never said a word about it, and that made me feel bizarre.
He made me feel uncomfortable a lot after that. I’d catch him staring at me, wetting his lips while watching me clean the house and some times he’d press up against me when we passed each other on our cramped staircase. It felt strange, and like maybe Charlie was… it was too disturbing to actually think. So I mostly thought it was my own perverse imagination, and that I was really sick to think my own brother liked me that way.
Charlie had always been a nice brother to me, and he had rarely been around recently. I always felt really calm whenever he was around, like he was my brother, and he was there to take care of me. I always wished he was home more often. I liked my brothers, but Charlie had always been there for me. Not like Percy, who thought it was his obligation to look after me, but like a friend. Charlie and I had always gotten along. So why did he have to go and change?
I had no idea how to act around him anymore, I suddenly felt shy, and wary of him. I tried to avoid his piercing eyes at all costs, and tried to ignore the strange faces he’d make towards me. I wanted him to see me looking at Harry, or talking about Harry. I wanted him to know that I liked Harry. But, at the same time, I felt strange about that! Why did my brother need to know things like that? It couldn’t be that he… It just didn’t make sense.
September seemed to be looming in the distance, and I actually wanted to go back to school. I missed my friends, and I even missed classes. I missed liking Harry discreetly, and not having to see him every moment of the day.
One night the whole family decided they were going to Diagon Alley to get some dinner, and do some last minute school shopping. I was feeling sick, and decided that I really didn’t feel well enough to travel by Flew. I thought it would also be a great opportunity for me to be alone for a while. Finding time to be alone in the house was sacred. But, then mum, even though I was sixteen years old, decided that I shouldn’t be home alone. I protested, but Charlie seemed to magically be willing to stay home with me. For some reason, it all seemed funny. I wanted to tell my mother to forget it. That I would be joining them at Diagon Alley, but now it was too late. And, besides, I was being ridiculous.
*~* Charlie*~*
I couldn’t have planned it better. The last few days I’d been trying to get Ginny alone, maybe talk to her. Ask her about all those winks, and sexual looks she’d been giving me. And now it had all just slid into place. As soon as my family walked out the door, I walked up to my room. I had to get ready. Suppose Ginny really did want to go through with it? I had to be prepared!
I tossed off my dirty clothes, thr threw on my favorite set of robes, underneath that I put on my favorite pair of trousers, and a white undershirt. I combed my short red hair, and put on a dab of some cologne that Percy had given me a few years ago. I stuck a mint in my mouth, and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. It had been a long time since I’d really cleaned up like this. I winked at myself in the mirror and thought, ‘how could my sister resist?’
*~* Ginny *~*
“Ginny,” He said calmly, as he held my hand so tightly I thought it would break. “I knew you felt the same way. I knew that you loved me. Don’t worry Ginny, my sister, my dearest, smallest sibling. I’ve thought about all of this. We can be together, you and I. And it’s been so long since I’ve had anyone. I’ll take care of you Ginny.”
I swallowed, panic gripping me. I had said no, but he just carried on as though I had said yes! As though my pleas for him to stop, and let me go were nothing more than my pleas for his harsh kisses across my face. I tried to move my hand from his own calloused ones, but found that it was impossible. He just held tighter, and I thought that this was it. No one was home now. No one would find me. What had happened to my brother? Where had he gone? Because this monster wasn’t Charlie. I broke down in tears. “Charlie,” I whimpered. “Please, let me go.”
“Ginny,” he replied looking into my eyes. A mad glint erupting in them. “I’ve been thinking about you too. I’ve been thinking about you since that day I saw you waiting for me naked in your room. I wasn’t ready then, but I am now. I’ve been thinking about that skin of yours,” he stroked my face gently, “I’ve been thinking about your beautiful body. Ginny, I’m ready for you now.”
I whimpered, tears streaming down my face, and falling into my hair that was scraggled in front of my eyes. If I could somehow get away, I knew I could out run him. He threw me onto the ground in our living room. I landed with a hard thud on the carpeted floors, and felt dazed looking up into the giant red face that had once been Charlie’s.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Please, don’t do this. Please.” For a moment I thought I’d broken through, he seemed to consider my pleas, he seemed to be almost shocked by what he was doing. But, that went away fast. He shook his head, and violently straddled me. I could feel his hardness pressing into me, and I dry wretched to the side, wanting desperately to lose consciousness. He pinned my arms over my head, and held them down with one hand. He grabbed at my blue shirt, and ripped it from my body, my bra painfully going with it. While still pinning my hands he ripped my trousers viciously from me, and dragged my underwear down. I cried out loud. I felt so ashamed, so dirty, I wanted to get out of here.
*~* Charlie *~*
“My dearest,” I whispered as I looked down at her body. “You are so beautiful.” She winked up at me again, and bit her pouty pink lips. I drew my hand down her body, and felt her quiver in response. It had happened so perfectly. I’d asked her if she felt the same way I did, and she just cried in response, feeling so ashamed to love her brother in such a way. I came to her and cradled her in my arms at that point, placing chaste kissed across her face. She had said she loved me, and that was more than I could take.
Now I was laying here with her. Her body ripe, and waiting for me. I kissed her belly button, and placed my hands on either side of her stomach, holding her lightly to the ground. She bucked up as placed my hands on her thighs, and I calmly held them down. It was her first time, and I was going to take it easy on her.
I took off my robe, and slipped off my gray trousers. I hadn’t worn any underwear, as I had known I didn’t really need to. I let her look at me, look at my hard cock, my naked muscles as I pulled off my white undershirt. I let her examine every piece of my body, as I had examined hers. “Please,” she whispered. And I knew she wanted me.

I separated her quivering, and shy legs. She was so beautiful, that light curling red hair around her womanhood, and I was going to be the first. I was going to be the first to touch that unscathed flower. I was going to be the first to enter her, to make her cry out in pleasure. I was so hard, and I wanted to enter her so fast, and relieve myself. But, I knew that she needed to be taken care of. She was a tiny thing, and I couldn’t force her to just receive me.
I lightly slipped a digit inside of her, she felt so warm, so tight. I bent down over her, massaging her clit with my index finger as I kissed her pert nipples. I lightly bit her nipple as she gave way to my caresses, gasping, and panting with pleasure. She was wet now, and I knew she was ready for me. I placed my self against her tight opening and slid myself in. I groaned at the hot entrance, I groaned as I looked down at her small perky breasts, and her stomach tightening in response to me.
I thrust myself deeper into her, and threw her thin legs over my shoulders. I wanted her to feel this, to remember this. No matter whom she touched, I would always be there. Her brother. Showing her love, and tenderness. Again I thrust inside of her, feeling myself about to cum into my little sister. I placed a finger to her clit, and another to hold her down by her waist. I wanted her to cum at the same I did; I wanted to feel her insides clasp around me. With one final thrust I came hard into her.
I was spent, and sated, I laid down on her stomach, hearing her heartbeat echo through my brain. And then, quite suddenly I was ripped from that warm place. Two people grabbed me, and tore me away from my sister, the one person that I could comfort, and who in turn, comforted me.
“Petrificus Totalius!” George yelled, as he threw me to the ground. I landed with a thud, and that’s the least thing I remember. Until, three days later, I woke up in here. In St. Mungos, waiting for a visit from my darling Ginny.
*~* Ginny *~*
By the time my brothers ran in, it was too late. I had been mortified, thoroughly mortified. I didn’t even realize when Charlie was thrown from me, and onto the ground. I didn’t even notice the blood that was dripping down my thighs, the blood swimming in my mouth from where he’d slapped me so hard, I thought he might have broken my jaw. I could hear screaming in the background, but it was as if I wasn’t really there. I felt as though I were in a separate world looking down at this scene, this scene where my father wrapped me in a thick blanket, and carried me to my parent’s room.

I didn’t want him to see me naked, I didn’t want him to touch me, to look at me. I was scared of my father, of all my brothers. For weeks I couldn’t look at any of them. I couldn’t hold my head up; I could barely force myself to leave my bed. I was gone, living in my own world. The world where I was just a person, where there was nothing between my legs, or anyone else’s.
The night that it had all happened, my brothers nearly killed Charlie. Even had joined in, or so mum said. But, she cried as she told me all of this. Everyone was so unsure of what had happened, I could tell they thought that maybe I had seduced him. I could tell that he thought it wasn’t Charlie’s fault. And I wondered if maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was my fault.
Slowly I began to get myself out of bed. I slowly started eating again, being able to speak with out bursting into ears. My mum thought that perhaps school wasn’t a good idea for me. But, I wanted to go. I wanted to be able to trust boys again. wanted to be able to be around boys, and to feel like a part of something. I wanted to learn, and to be a witch. But, it wasn’t that easy.
I found that I could no longer trust anyone, not just boys. If anyone put out a hand to touch me, I’d back up, afraid that they’d want something more from me. I’d get sick in the middle of class, and have to leave. And it wasn’t just me. My brothers weren’t the same either. Everyone was so depressed, and so different around me. I’d broken up my family. I’d separated the only real thing I had in my life.
Everything from that point began to dissolve for me. Even my crush on Harry seemed foreign, and I found that I no longer had feelings for him. Or if I did, they were nothing more than silly girlhood wishes. Now I just wanted to be alone.
One day, a few months into the school year, I received a letter from the last person I could have cared to hear from.
Ginny, my love,
Why haven’t you come to visit me? I’ve missed you so much. I’ve thought about you the whole time I’ve been in here, and I wonder what’s happened to you. I think that maybe you’ve gotten a boyfriend, and that drives me insane with jealousy. Didn’t you feel what was there between us, Gin? I love you so much. I will always be there for you. I need you so much. Please, please write me back. You’re all I have. I love you.
With my undying love,

Your brother,

Charlie
I tossed the letter from me, and into the fire. I deserved this. Somehow I thought, I deserve this
.
*~* The End *~*

Me and a Gun

5am friday morning thursday night far from sleep

I'm still up and driving can't go home obviously

So I'll just change direction cause they'll soon know where I live

And I wanna live

Got a full tank and some chips

It was me and a gun and a man on my back

And I sang "holy holy" as he buttoned down his pants

You can laugh

Its kind of funny

Things you think

Times like these

Like I haven't seen BARBADOS so I must get out of this

Yes I wore a slinky red thing

Does that mean I should spread for you, your friends

Your father, Mr Ed

It was me and a gun and a man on my back

But I haven't seen BARBADOS so I must get out of this

And I know what this means

Me and Jesus a few years back used to hang

And he said "it's your choice babe just remember

I don't hink you'll be back in 3 days time so you choose well"

Tell me whats right

Is it my right to be on my stomach of Fred's Seville

It was me and a gun and a man on my back

But I haven't seen BARBADOS so I must get out of this

and do you know CAROLINA

Where the biscuits are soft and sweet

These things go through your head when there's a man on your back

And you're pushed flat on your stomach it's not a classic caddilac

It was me and a gun and a man on my back

But I haven't seen BARBADOS so I must get out of this

I haven't seen BARBADOS so I must get out of this

-- Tori Amos
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