Harry and Ron snuck into the abandoned classroom, their giggles and whispers echoing off the dusty walls. "Come on, Ron, she'll never know," Harry said, nudging his friend in the side.
Ron looked hesitant, but his curiosity got the better of him. "Fine, but if she finds out, you're dead."
Just then, the door creaked open and Ginny poked her head in. "Hey, have you guys seen my brothers?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concern.
Harry and Ron exchanged a mischievous glance before turning to Ginny. "Oh, hey Ginny. We were just... uh... practicing a spell," Harry said, gesturing to the pile of books on the desk.
Ginny raised an eyebrow, but didn't push the issue. "Do you guys want to try it? I bet you couldn't do it as well as my brothers."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, a devilish grin spreading across their faces. "Sure, we'll give it a shot," Ron said, pulling out a flask from his robes. "But first, we need to loosen up a bit."
Ginny's eyes widened as she caught sight of the flask. "What is that?"
"Oh, just a little something to take the edge off," Harry said, winking at her.
Ginny hesitated for a moment, but the allure of fitting in with her brothers was too strong. She took a tentative sip, her face twisting in disgust as the strong alcohol burned her throat.
"Come on, Ginny, it's not that bad," Ron said, taking a swig himself.
Ginny took another sip, the alcohol warming her belly and clouding her judgment. Before she knew it, she was stumbling around the classroom, her laughter ringing out in the empty space.
Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, their eyes twinkling with excitement. "Alright, Ginny, it's time for the spell," Harry said, his voice low and seductive.
Ginny blinked, trying to focus on Harry's words. "What spell?"
"The one where you... jerk us off," Ron said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ginny's eyes widened, but her drunken state made it hard for her to process what was happening. "What? I-I can't do that."
"Come on, Ginny, it's just a dare. You can do it," Harry said, his voice soothing.
Ginny looked at her brothers, her mind hazy with alcohol. She nodded, her hand reaching out to grasp Ron's cock through his robes.
Harry and Ron watched, their breaths quickening as Ginny began to jerk them off. They exchanged playful insults, their competitive nature coming out even in this strange situation.
Ginny's movements became more confident as she continued, her mind numb to the taboo nature of what she was doing.
"Alright, Ginny, it's time for the next dare," Harry said, his voice strained.
Ginny looked up at him, her eyes glazed over. "What is it?"
"We dare you to suck our dicks," Ron said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ginny's eyes widened, but her drunken state made it hard for her to resist. She nodded, her lips wrapping around Harry's cock as he moaned in pleasure.
Ron watched for a moment before Ginny's lips wrapped around his cock as well. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she moved back and forth between them.
Ginny's mind was foggy, her movements becoming more automatic as she continued. She tried to push them away, but her legs twitched limply as the cocks pushed into her.
Harry and Ron lifted up Ginny's skirt, revealing her pale, freckled skin. They forced her to spread her legs as they pushed their cocks into her pussy and ass.
Ginny was horrified, but too drunk to think clearly. She tried to resist, but her legs twitched limply as the cocks pushed into her.
Harry and Ron double penetrated Ginny, grunting and moaning as they did so. Ginny's pussy and ass were stretched to their limits as they pushed deeper and deeper.
Finally, Harry and Ron cum inside of Ginny, filling her pussy and ass with their seed. Ginny lies back, her legs spread wide, as cum drips from her pussy and ass.
Harry and Ron quickly clean up the scene with magic, leaving no traces behind. Ginny, still drunk, doesn't remember what happened.
The next morning, Ginny wakes up with a swollen and itchy pussy and ass, and an incomprehensible taste in her mouth. She tries to remember what happened the night before, but can't recall anything.
Harry and Ron, feeling guilty about what they did, avoid Ginny for the rest of the day. Ginny is left to wonder what happened, and why she feels so sore and dirty.
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