They Won't Catch Us
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K.
George Weasley slumped in an armchair in front of the thick crackling fire in the Gryffindor Common Room. It was Christmas Eve and he and Fred had decided to stay at Hogwarts along with Ron and Harry. He was thinking about Fred and how he hadn't gotten him a present. There was nothing he could give him that would be good enough, nothing could express his true feelings. He was sick of hiding his love for him from the family, so what two brothers were in love, what's the big deal?
"The big deal is that brothers aren't supposed to fuck each other," a soft voice sounded in his ear.
"Fred! How'd you…"
"I can always tell what you're thinking," he whispered, his lips grazing George's soft face. "I want to give you your present now."
"But Fred, Christmas is tomorrow," George argued.
"Screw dates! Come on, you'll like it."
George walked with his counterpart up to their dorm. It was empty, everyone else gone for holiday.
"No more sneaking around," Fred said hoarsely. He began to unbutton his shirt, a small strip of pale skin showing.
"Let me," George said, his eyes full of lust. He gently undid the buttons and let the shirt fall to the ground noiselessly. Fred pulled of George's robes roughly and started working on his shirt. Their movements grew rougher noisier, not having to worry anymore about waking their friends. In a few short minutes Fred had George on the bed, sighing with ecstasy.
He kissed his chest softly, murmuring sweet words into his flesh. Then his lips trailed down to his hipbones, lingering.
"Farther," George begged, squirming against the pillows. Fred teased him, licking the edge of his stomach and thighs. His lips fell to that forbidden spot and he gave in to his brother. When he felt the sweet juice trickle into his mouth he knew he had succeeded. Breathing hard, George lay against his brother's chest, still wanting more.
"My turn," he said, sitting up.
"Not yet, I'm not done." Trying to control himself, Fred slipped into George, feeling his climax come through. George let out a small yelp which Fred smothered by kissing him. Their hot mouths collided hard, telling each other secrets of unknown.
"What the hell?" a surprised voice screamed. It was Ron.
"Ron!" George yelled, pushing Fred off. He sat up, trying to think of an excuse.
"You- you- you-"
"Yes Ron I'm afraid it's true," Fred said grimly. "We're in love. I'm sorry but it's true. Bill and Charlie feel the same. I wouldn't be surprised if our whole family was like this."
Ron simply stared, shaking his head.
"I can't believe this, I can't handle it!" he moaned, backing away.
"Just what in the hell were you doing in here anyways?" George asked, slipping on his pants.
"I just wanted to see if you guys wanted to play exploding snap! But I'll just go….."
"Next time knock you great prat!" Fred yelled after him. "Crazy kid, don't know what he was thinking."
"He'll be fine I've seen the way he looks at Ginny." They cackled with identical glee.
"C'mon, let's go find a more private place."
"Fred?" George said.
"Yeah?"
"What if Ron tells Mum and Dad?"
"He won't."
"Are you sure?"
"Don't worry. They won't catch us," Fred responded, kissing George.
More to come, another incestuous pair on the way!