Chapter. 15 The Burrow
When Apparating to the Burrow Fred thought about Apparating in the shower but didn't want to risk it being used. He opted for the front door, he would bolt his way through the house to the shower and afterwards he'd greet everyone inside.
He opened the door and was halfway up the stairs before his mum's head peaked out from the kitchen. "Fred?"
"Hey mum I just came by to use the shower I'll be out in a minute and properly say hi." Fred said in a single breath not stopping his dash.
"FRED!" His mom yelled from the kitchen.
"Just a minute mum." Fred said reaching the door for the washroom.
To his surprise the door opened on its own, another redhead emerging from the washroom. "Still a disrespectful little shit I see."
"Charlie!" Fred smiled and gave his older brother a bone crushing hug. "I didn't know you were visiting."
"Holy shit! You stink of sex." Charlie whispered laughing; he knew full well his mom would kill him if she found out he was shagging out of wedlock.
"And you stink of dragon, are we done comparing?" Said Fred trying to wriggle through his broad-chested brother to the washroom behind him.
Charlie pulled him forcefully by his coat to the corner. "Wait, wait, wait, who is she?" Charlie whispered.
Fred had to lean down given his older brother was shorter than him. "I can't tell you mate; you might know her."
"All the more reason to tell me." Charlie whispered excitedly.
"I can't, but I reeeeally want to mate." Fred said, giving him a sincerely pained expression. He really, really, really wanted to brag.
"Details then." Charlie suggested.
Fred slid down the wall and sat on the floor with his head back against the wall and his eyes closed. Charlie sat right next to him. Fred sighed. "Gorgeous, blond, legs for days, tits and ass so perfect you could cry…" Fred gave a long sigh.
"Don't hold out on me now, little brother." Charlie goaded him on.
Fred still had his eyes closed, reliving every second. "Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, the sounds that came out of her mouth each time I touched her… she was a screamer…soaked me to my core every time she climaxed."
Charlie's eyes went wide, and a blush crept up to his ears as only a Weasley could.
Fred opened his eyes and dramatically grabbed Charlie's face. "Five times Charlie, all five bloody times!" Fred whispered loudly.
"What did you do to her?!" Charlie asked impressed.
Fred pushed Charlie's face away dramatically and leaned on the wall again, eyes fixed somewhere far away. "Everything mate, every single sick twisted thing my mind conjured up she was game…"
"Bollocks. Outperformed by my 18-year-old little brother, I really need to get laid." Charlie said, not able to hide the hint of pride from his words.
Fred turned his head and looked entirely seriously at his older brother. "Charlie, I can only wish that in your lifetime you get to experience the absolute joy this woman gave to me." He then stood up and headed to the washroom.
"Fred?" Charlie said serious, suddenly grabbing Fred's wrist. "You're not fucking Bill's girl, are you?"
"WHAT!? NO! Fleur wishes she had all this." Fred said using his other hand to point to himself.
Charlie laughed and let go of Fred's wrist letting him finally into the washroom.
"Git."