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Chapter 31 by Goodgirlchloe Goodgirlchloe

How far will they go to participate in the professors lesson?

They all go further than theyve ever gone before, for Ginny's sake

(All charcters are 18+)

Harry's hands shook as he placed them on Ginny's smooth, warm skin. He could feel the fine tremors running through her muscles. He began to rub, his movements clumsy compared to the professor's. Ginny's breath hitched, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as four hands now worked their way up her legs, slowly, inexorably.

"Mr. Weasley, your task is to ensure the energy channels remain unobstructed," the professor continued, his thumbs now inches from her soaking mound. "Her hands will try to interfere. You are to prevent this. If she attempts to cover herself, you will seize her wrists and hold them at her sides."

As if on cue, the professor brushed his hand over her lower lips, and Ginny's hand shot down to hide herself. Ron moved instantly, grabbing her wrist. "Ron!" she squeaked, mortified.

"I have to, Gin," Ron said, his voice pained, as he captured her other wrist. He held them both down, pinning her arms to her sides. The position **** her breasts to jut upwards, her hard nipples pointing at the ceiling, uncomfortably close to Ron's face. She was utterly immobilized, spread open for their view.

"Very good," the professor praised. "The pathways are now clear. Now for the direct confrontation." His fingers finally reached her outer folds, toying with the sensitive, swollen lips. Ginny cried out, her back arching. "Observe the reaction," the professor lectured. "Don't look away! The spirit is agitated. It's clinging to this point. Mr. Potter, you will now assist me by stimulating the secondary energy centers. Her breasts. Apply pressure around the nipples. They are direct conduits to the core."

Harry stared, his mind reeling. He looked at Ginny's tear-filled eyes, then down at her heaving chest. Swallowing his revulsion and confusion, he reached out. His fingers brushed against her areolas. Ginny let out a strangled squeak, her body jerking as if shocked.

As if sensing they boys ****, the professor continued, "Don't be afraid, lads. This is for her own good. Defense against the dark arts sometimes requires exceptions to social modesty norms. Dont be afriad to activate the nipples themselves." Harry began to mimic the professor's motions, rolling and pinching the sensitive buds gently but firmly.

"Ahhh! Please, Harry, what are you doing!" she begged, the humiliation of her crush touching her so intimately while she was being held down bybher brother, and teased by a professor, pushing her to a new level of humiliation. But her body was betraying her, a traitorous heat building low in her belly.?

"Excellent," the professor nodded. "Now apply rhythmic pressure. We need to build the energy until the spirit is **** out."

Harry began to move his hand in a steady rhythm, feeling Ginny's responses growing more intense. Her moans became louder, more frequent, her body arching and twisting beneath his touch. He couldnt help but enjoy feeling her soft breasts, molding perfectly beneath the gentle motion of his hands.

"The pleas are growing more ****," the professor noted, his own fingers now spreading her lips wide, exposing her glistening, quivering clit to the air. "This is a positive sign. The spirit is cornered. Now we apply the final technique." He looked at Ron. "Mr. Weasley, to complete the circuit and prevent her from thrashing, you must apply pressure to the tertiary point. Her posterior. Place your hands against her buttocks and hold her hips still lest she squirm out of her healing position."

Ron's face was a mask of horror. "Her... her arse? Professor, she's my sister!"

"It is a critical pressure point, Mr. Weasley! Or would you rather this spirit consume her from within?" the professor snapped. "Do it!"

With a sigh of resignation, Ron shifted his grip. He placed his hands on his sister's soft, round ass, his fingers sinking into the flesh as he held her down. The contact made Ginny whimper, the final degradation complete. Her brother was groping her while her crush fondled her breasts and a strange man had her most private parts spread open.

Does Ginny cum in front of them?

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