Rated: M
Warnings for smut... Lots of twincest smut...
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me!
We had always been one in the same. We were always together, never separated for very long. Not even to sleep in separate beds. I don't remember when he began crawling into my bed in the middle of the night, it's always been this way. After we were about eight he just came to my bed, never even went to his, which didn't bother me. Soon, hormones began to, uhm, kick in to say the least.
One night when we were about thirteen I awoke to a strange sound. Not just a strange sound, but a very erotic sound. I could hear a wet slapping sound and Fred moaning, perched on the edge of the bed, wanking.
"George." he moans and I felt blood rush south. I lay perfectly still as he continues making the most enticing sounds. He came with a cry of my name. Soon he curled back into bed and fell asleep quickly. I ran to the bathroom with a rather painful problem.
A few months later, Fred made the first move after another, incident. I thought he had gone to sleep after and I quietly began to stroke myself, no energy to go to the bathroom. I bit hard on my lower lip to keep myself from making any noise.
"I knew you saw," he murmurs in my ear, I gasp and feels his hand on mine. His tongue flicked out against my ear and I let out a low moan.
"Fred.."
"What do you want, George?" his voice, oh Merlin, his voice... I felt him brush my hand away from my length and he began to stroke me. I gasped his name and buck into his hand. He kissed my neck, nipped at it gently and it feels so good. He rolled me onto my back, perched over me, he kissed me so deeply. Our tongues danced wildly, I break away and he buried his face into my neck. His hand, that's all I felt, with a small moan I came over his hand and my stomach.
I suppose that's how we got here, in this secluded broom closet just after breakfast. Fred pushes me against he wall, kissing me, our tongues exploring every inch of mouths we already knew so well. His knee pushes in between my legs and rubs against a very, very sensitive spot. I moan into his mouth and he breaks away to kiss at my neck.
"Tell me what you want George," he whispers into my ear, I shiver as his tongue flicks out into the shell of my ear.
"Fred," I moan, our clothes disappearing faster than food on Ron's plate.
"Yes?" he murmurs , fingers playing at my entrance.
"Fred," I gasp as his other hand stroke me maddeningly slowly, "Please just fuck me, now!"
This statement seems to satisfy him and he raises his fingers to my lips and I gladly begin to suck and lick at them. Then the fingers are gone and I whimper my dislike but then he pushes a finger into my entrance and I gasp and moan. My knees are so weak, he lowers me to the ground, onto my back as he adds more and more fingers.
"Stop teasing," I moan arching into him. He laughs lightly against my neck. The fingers are gone, something much harder and hotter prods at my entrance now.
"Relax, George."
I relax as much as I can and when he pushes in slowly I initially squirm in discomfort. He kisses me tenderly as he begins to rock slowly at first and gradually picking up a quicker tempo. I nip at the junction of his neck and shoulder when he hits that spot. I see stars, I moan and bite down a little harder than intended. He moans loudly and shivers at my bite. The heat inside me abuses that spot relentlessly.
"Fred, I-I'm-" I break off with another moan.
"Then come for me," Fred whispers seductively back. That sends me over the edge and I come with a cry of his name. Fred thrusts a few more times before he follows me over the edge. We lie, side by side, panting and coming down from our orgasm-induced high.
"I didn't know you liked biting so much," I tease Fred. Fred just pulls me closer, kissing my hair.