Finding Each Other
It was a typical day at the Burrow, a hot summer morning. Mrs. Weasley was down stairs cooking breakfast, the smells of bacon, eggs, toast, sausages, coffee, hash browns, fresh fruits, and orange juice floated threw the house. Mr. Weasley had already left for work, little explosions and other sounds of experiments were coming from the twins' room. Ron and Harry were playing Exploding Snap with Ginny as Hermione read a book, Standard Book of Spells for 6th years, to be precise. All was as it had always been.
"Kids!! BREAKFAST IS DONE!" Mrs. Weasley yelled up the stairs. Four set of feet came bounding down from Ron's room. Fred and George opened their door and watched as Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione took their seats at the table. Fred, being the younger of the two by five minutes, just shrugged and turned to head back into the room.
"C'mon, Fred, we'll do it later," George said, giving Fred a promising look.
"Ok." Fred sighed and closing their door they went and sat at the table as well. George sat across Harry and Fred sat next to George as food was piled onto everyone's plates. Mrs. Weasley sat down afterwards and they all began eating, each person was either lost in thought or talking conversationally to someone.
"Mum?" Ron asked.
"Yes, dear?" Mrs. Weasley answered.
"When are we going to Diagon Alley?"
"Later, dear, eat your breakfast." Mrs. Weasley said.
Fred was sitting quietly, playing with his food, George was asking Harry a question, Ron was stuffing his face, and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Hermione were conversing about the upcoming school year, which started in less than a month.
"Fred!" Mrs. Weasley said, Fred jumped from being startled, he hit his knee pretty hard on the table in the process, "something wrong, dear?"
"No, Mum. Just tired." Fred said, even though it wasn't true, he desperately and purposely -without notice, started to act sick. "Mmm, I don't feel good."
"You don't look too good either," said the girls with a bit of worry in their voices.
"Go back to bed, dear. Rest." Mrs. Weasley said and Fred obeyed.
::Fred's Point of View::
'Okay, so I wasn't really sick, truth be told I felt perfectly fine. I had had a dream last night and despite how much I want it to happen, the person it was about would hate me forever and I couldn't let that happen, so I did as Mum told me to...' ::end of view:
"Poor dear, must feel horrible, George?" Molly (Mrs. Weasley) said.
"Yes, Mum?" George asked, taking his eyes off the staircase to his Mum.
"You don't have to open your shop up today, do you?"
"No, Mum, I'll take care of Fred while you guys are in Diagon Alley."
"Thank you, dear." Molly said and George nodded, once he finished eating he went upstairs to their room, yes their room, not his, theirs. He couldn't bare having a room to himself, it would bother him, he had other reasons to though.
::George's point of view::
'Now, it's not the fact that I would hat having my own room, it's the fact that it wouldn't feel right. Fred and I have always shared everything. Sure we have two beds in our room and at our flat above the shop, but we still sleep beside each other. And I like it that way, but you see I love Fred, more than just a brother...if he ever found out though he'd most likely disown me, I'm not ready for something like that to happen.' :end of view:
George came to the landing of the level their room was on and went inside.
"Fred?" George said and he heard a soft groan from the bathroom, thinking Fred was hurling or in extreme pain, he knocked on the door, "are you ok, Fred?"
"Mmm...yes." Fred moaned.
"What's wrong?" George asked, hearing another moan.
"Nothing." Fred said and a soft groan followed.
"Tell me, or I'm coming in." George said, sounding worried. A loud deep groan was heard, so George walked in, his jaw dropped at the sight of his brother.
::George's point of view::
'I couldn't believe my eyes, my brother, my twin, my other-half was pumping himself and his hands were covered in his cum. I finally came to my senses.' :end of view:
"What're you doing?" George asked, closing the door and looking at Fred.
"No, you'll hate me. You'll hat me and leave me, because I love you so much, more than a brother!" Fred blurted, once he realized what he just said he clapped his cum covered hands over his mouth as George stood their, practically in shock.
There was a long silent pause, then George managed to speak.
"Y-you d-do?" Fred nodded and moved his hands, he had a "mustache" of his cum just above his upper lip. He didn't seem to notice, but George did and with that George interlocked his lips to Fred's. Fred was taken aback, but returned it, deepening it slightly. Fred pushed George lightly against the door, George wanted to tease his younger twin a little, so he ran his finger feather-light against Fred's hard erection, getting cum on his fingers. Fred's lips parted against George's and a soft moan escaped.
Fred opened his eyes and looked at his brother.
"I love you too, Fred." George said, then got a sudden thought, "Fred, have you had...sex yet?" George asked, blushing quite a bit.
"No, have you?" Fred said.
"No," George started, "but I do know a thing or two that I hear are supposed to be fun/pleasurable."
"Mmm...show me?" Fred asked in a shy manner.
"You're sure?" George asked, Fred nodded.
"Please." Fred said, and with that George got behind Fred and they disapparated to their flat.
When they apparated, they landed on Fred's bed. George stood up and Fred rolled onto his back. George kissed the tip of Fred hard erection, chills went up Fred's spine. George started moving his tongue against his brother's cock, licking off the cum from before. As he gently started sucking, Fred arched forward off the bed sending his cock all the into his twins' mouth and throat. George moaned softly, sending 'vibrations' against Fred who moaned as well, George began sucking harder. -(Being able to talk to each other without moving their lips was second nature to them)-
'Oh please George, please.' Fred thought.
'Cum Fred, cum, I want to taste you.' George thought. Fred groaned lowly and he came hard and fast as his body fell back onto the bed. George swallowed it all.
"Lie on your stomach baby brother." George whispered, Fred did so. George teasingly licked his twins' arse, then licked him between his arse-cheeks, he reached his mark then teasingly and slowly slipped his tongue into Fred's arse, Fred let out a moan of pleasure.
::George's point of view::
'Now, teasing Fred was my muse for the moment, but I desperately wanted him to give me orders. Deep down I wanted that perfect thick cock n my arse, going deep-fast- and hard...' :end of view:
George moved his tongue deeper and deeper into his twins' arse, emitting several soft moans.
::Fred's point of view::
'As per usual George was doing everything perfectly, but how I craved to be inside him, he's the calmer twin, but a tad more dominate than I am...oh but maybe he'll slide his cock in and give a demonstration.' :end of view:
"Mmm...oh George." Fred moaned, he started to run his fingers through his brothers hair, "mmm...fuck me...please, George, use your cock...show me, give a demonstration." Fred continued, with a groan. George came up and stripped down to nothing.
"Mmm...make me hard first, give my cock some attention, then I'll slide it into your perfect arse." George smiled and laid next to Fred, who moved his head downwards. Fred took George in and began to suck on him as if he were a Sugar Quill. George moaned, Fred saw his eyes close then slowly slipped two fingers into George's arse, George gasped and squirmed a little. George groaned softly with approval once Fred started to move his fingers. Fred started sucking harder, George's body arched so far off the bed that his that his cock slid all the way into Fred's mouth and a a little more than half-way down his throat, it was an interesting feeling for Fred, but he complied by sucking even harder using his tongue to wild extremes and moved his fingers deeper and faster.
George groaned..."fu*k, Fred, you're so good..." then George came, hard n fast, his body collapsing back onto the bed. Fred swallowed it all, then took his mouth off his brother and removed his fingers. George got a rather kinky look, Fred read his mind and instead of laying on his stomach, he laid on his back. George leveled himself properly, Fred put his legs over George's shoulders and George came up helping to lift Fred some, then he pushed his hard cock into Fred's arse, inch by inch, watching his brother's reactions.
::Fred's point of view::
'I gasped as George's hard perfect cock pushed into my arse. As he entered inch by inch I moaned in approval, it wasn't painful and that surprised me. He entered fully then started to f*ck my arse, moving his hands and mouth over my body.
"Oh, George...harder, please...mmm...deeper and faster too..." I managed to moan, it felt so good and was damn near impossible to speak or think for that matter. I felt George do as I asked and my hands reached out and tangled into his long marvelous ginger locks. He spoke to me...I listened, enjoying what he was saying. He nibbled the tip of my cock, then kissed it gently, I moaned for him. "George, please...fast as you can..." I breathed, he did so, smiling all the while. "As deep and hard as you can..." I begged him so he did, I made a sound of sheer deep pleasure and he came hard at the sound, groaning deeply. :end of view: