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Author: Sciphy
Rating: R
Warnings: This story is slash* worse yet, it is twincest* if you do not
like either of these, then please leave and don't read this. If you flame
me, then I will set my Brother- in- Law on you, or worse yet, me niece....
She hits people who are mean to me... even her own parents
This is a little PWP snippet. This whole story is thanks to my Brother- in- Law, Who decided to torture me with a little song.... It is located at the bottom of the story.... After He sang this, he declared that because of my love of redheads, that it should pertain to Fred and George.... And of course, after that, this little plot bunny would not go away....
Author's note... Hey everybody, sorry I have been out of it for a while, my Comp has been down. I just got it back up and running and now I am furiously typing out all of the stories that I had written while away from my baby..... I will be posting chapter 6 of Potter legacy soon.... Do not worry..... it will be good...
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I have no money and I am a moocher. I am also a college student, so what do you really expect me to own. As I am writing this, I am sitting here eating ramen soup, because I ran out of spaghetti O's. You do the math that leads to the answer of : Me = broke
Legs entwined
Unable to tell who is who
This was George's favorite place to be, favorite time to be here.
It didn't matter that they were both men. It didn't matter that they weren't supposed to be in love. It didn't even matter that they were brothers. Nothing matter's. Nothing except for the fact that they were meant to be together like this. Like they always had been. Like they always would be.
They entered this world together. Since then they have never been apart. They have actually grown closer, As close as possible to becoming one person. To letting the soul that they share, become whole.
They didn't have to speak, they didn't have to joke, they didn't have to make any sounds. The quiet was allowed when they were this close. At other times, When they weren't allowed to touch, Their voices were the only way to prove that they were still together. The sound of his brother's voice invading his mind, meant that they were still connected, that they would never be apart.
But that didn't matter here. Here, they could be as close as they wanted to be. No one could tell them that this was wrong. No one could tell them not to touch each other. No one could tell them not to love one another.
Here they could Love. Here in their bed. With the curtains drawn, the light and sounds blocked out. No one could get in, No one could bother them.
I stroke you You stroke me We're a loving Family With a great big lick and A thrust from me to you Won't you say you 're coming too
This is a little PWP snippet. This whole story is thanks to my Brother- in- Law, Who decided to torture me with a little song.... It is located at the bottom of the story.... After He sang this, he declared that because of my love of redheads, that it should pertain to Fred and George.... And of course, after that, this little plot bunny would not go away....
Author's note... Hey everybody, sorry I have been out of it for a while, my Comp has been down. I just got it back up and running and now I am furiously typing out all of the stories that I had written while away from my baby..... I will be posting chapter 6 of Potter legacy soon.... Do not worry..... it will be good...
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I have no money and I am a moocher. I am also a college student, so what do you really expect me to own. As I am writing this, I am sitting here eating ramen soup, because I ran out of spaghetti O's. You do the math that leads to the answer of : Me = broke
Legs entwined
Unable to tell who is who
This was George's favorite place to be, favorite time to be here.
It didn't matter that they were both men. It didn't matter that they weren't supposed to be in love. It didn't even matter that they were brothers. Nothing matter's. Nothing except for the fact that they were meant to be together like this. Like they always had been. Like they always would be.
They entered this world together. Since then they have never been apart. They have actually grown closer, As close as possible to becoming one person. To letting the soul that they share, become whole.
They didn't have to speak, they didn't have to joke, they didn't have to make any sounds. The quiet was allowed when they were this close. At other times, When they weren't allowed to touch, Their voices were the only way to prove that they were still together. The sound of his brother's voice invading his mind, meant that they were still connected, that they would never be apart.
But that didn't matter here. Here, they could be as close as they wanted to be. No one could tell them that this was wrong. No one could tell them not to touch each other. No one could tell them not to love one another.
Here they could Love. Here in their bed. With the curtains drawn, the light and sounds blocked out. No one could get in, No one could bother them.
I stroke you You stroke me We're a loving Family With a great big lick and A thrust from me to you Won't you say you 're coming too