A/N: I don't own any Harry Potter stuffs! YAY! I'm not making money or anything! If I owned anything I'd have Fred and George. Rowling can keep everything else. ::Grin::
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Fred's Point Of View
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A loud moan cut through the crisp still air of the Burrow. A soft whimper was soon emitted after ward, as if an after shock of something that had shook the earth. The house appeared to be empty, besides the mysterious noises. But once a visitor climbed up the rickety old steps that lead to the children's bedrooms, they'd defiantly find that the house wasn't deserted. In fact, it contained two boys who looked exactly like one another.
"FRED!" He screamed, pushing me off of him. My hands lost there grip and I fell off the bed where I was getting him from behind.
"You said 'harder' so of course I complied for my dearest brother" I said, grinning wickedly.
"Not that bloody much harder! It hurts! It's a tender area on a boy my age, I'll have you know"
"I don't think age has anything to do with it" I retorted sharply. He gave me a sideways glance.
"I bet at the rip old age of fifty you'd have snapped me in half"
"OH COME OFF IT, GEORGE! It was just a bloody back rub! It's not like I was bum fucking you with a jack hammer or some shit!"
"Bum fucking? What have you been reading, sweetiekins?" He sneered at me, one of those looks that gives off the impression that the person thinks they're all knowingly and totally Godly. You have to admit though; he is hot enough to be Godly.
"Nothing much. Just wondering which position is better to fuck your brains out in" I replied airily, leaping onto my own bed and sprawling out on it. I folded my hands behind my head and awaited some fine words coated with excellent sarcasm.
"Is there a particular technique and approach you have to use with a sibling, or just with guys that look like you in general?"
"Funny you should ask, brother. They suggested using a mirror. It'd feel like a foursome then" I sneered right back at him, looking at his face flush with a tinge of red. I could tell it was from frustration of trying to beat your favorite sarcasm enemy, and total desire to check out fucking in a mirror with my sexy self.
"Bloody foursome is all? I think I deserve something better than that"
"Such as what?" I asked, stretching out my legs a bit.
"I 'dunno. Maybe having an ACTUAL foursome?" He grinned, mimicking my leg stretching and laying out on his own bed. I smiled.
"Who would you want to fuck, Georgie?" I inquired.
"Hmmmmm. I don't know. Depends on if I have to choose guys or girls, I s'pose"
"Either or. Are you in a cock mood, or a vaginal mood?" I smirked, and got one in return.
"I could go for cock…" he trailed off.
"What type of cock?" I asked, raising my eye brow suggestively.
"Identical cock named Wee-Freddy-Kins" He said, launching off his bed and onto mine. Without a moment's hesitation he was straddling me. I didn't bother move and just smiled up at him.
"Only way you get Giant-Hugey-Pants-Freddy-Kins is if you make him all happy and perked up, babe" Another wicked grin formed on my twin's lips.
"Well, of course. It just depends on what kind of mood Freddy is in, too. Does he want a—" He leaned down and with a sweep of a tongue licked my ear, "Tongue? Or maybe he wants—" Cutting himself off once more he reached behind where he straddled my lower stomach and grabbed a handful of Ickle-Freddy, "Hands?" he finished. I managed to keep my breathing stead as I replied.
"Freddy loves surpri—" I was getting sick of this cutting off bullshit. Suddenly the door flew open and a Ginny was standing in the door way, a look of reddened panic on her usually pale features.
"Abort operation "Horn-Dogs"! Red alert: Mum and Dad are approaching!" She slammed the door and we heard her run, and George jumped off me and did.
Little Fred just then decided he wanted hand.