I Want to Touch You

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I Want to Touch You: Chapter Twelve


George looked up at his sleeping brother and smiled. He shifted his head so that he could see Fred better. He studied the lean soft nose, covered in subtle freckles. His eyes crept comfortably into shapely symmetrical lips and over sloped cheeks. George raise his finger and let it follow the trail his eyes had forged.

Fred slowly opened his eyes. He smiled lazily at the bright face of his twin. George leaned up and kissed his brother lightly on the lips and returnis his head to Fred’s chest. “Good morning, sleepy head,” he mumbled.

The side of Fred’s mouth turned up slightly as he used his fingers to play with George’s hair. George slid up next to his brother and they held each other and kissed softly and easily. Fred ran his fingers through George’s hair and George played with the red wisps at the base of Fred’s neck. They pulled away and ran their hands languidly up and down each other’s sides. Fred sighed audibly.

The warmth of morning crept through the drawn curtains and memories invaded the space like the inevitable rise of the sun. Fred pulled away.

“Come here, Fred,” George said softly even as Fred drew himself into a corner of the bed.

“We need to talk, George.”

George sighed. “Alright.”

Fred drew a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I can’t take back what I did in the locker room. There is no excuse for what I did.”

George didn’t show any response to the apology. Fred continued. “Also, a psychiatrist has been to see me. He says the dream was real, that you were there. I’m so ashamed.”

“For what?” George asked.

“I’m ashamed that you had to see me…fucking those things.”

George cocked his head. “I thought you were okay with bestiality and pedophilia.”

Fred was taken aback. “Well yes, I am, but…”

“Then why should it matter that you committed both if they aren’t wrong?”

“Because you saw m don don’t want you to think I’m dirty, George.”

George laughed bitterly. “That’s it though, isn’t it? Oh, there’s so much in that sentence, that word…dirty. Are we dirty, Fred?”

Fred thought to himself and answered cautiously, “I feel dirty sometimes. Sometimes I’m afraid I’m contaminating you. I don’t think I care so much what the world thinks of me, but then I see you suffering because of my actions and desires – that’s when I feel dirty.”

“I feel dirty a lot,” George said. “I worry about how I feel and act and wonder whether it’s normal and what people will think of me.” He pulled his knees to his chest. “Sometimes I feel dirty when you make me feel…when I touch…” he choked on his words and hid is face in his hands.

Fred sat still. He wanted to comfort his brother but was afraid to touch him. George craved the arms of his twin around him and finally reached out for Fred. They held each other silently.

George treasured the feel of his brother’s strong smooth body against him. He kissed Fred tenderly, but Fred, afraid of upsetting George, didn’t return the act. George kissed him harder and stuck his tongue into Fred’s slackened mouth, attempting to force a reaction from his twin.

They were both awake now and the ambiguity of the night had left them. Fred wasn’t ready to be sexual with his brother after raping him. George seemed to realize this.

“Fred, I forgive you,” he said. But Fred just turned his head in shame. George knew what he had to do without even mentally registering it. He leaned his mouth up to Fred’s ear and whispered, “I think I’m dying.”

“Why?”

“I’m going stiff.”

Fred turned his head toward the sheets. He ignored George’s palm crawling up his cotton-clad thigh. George began to rub Fred’s crotch. Fred slowly looked up, found George’s eyes. Fred shook his head.

George smiled wickedly and whispered a silencing charm. He kissed his brother fiercely and pushed him flat on the bed with his hand. He straddled Fred and softly touched his brother’s painfully hard dick. It was a silent, inadvertent and shameful profession of Fred’s need.

“Don’t move,” George ordered. He said a simple spell that kept Fred’s limbs immobile. He proceeded to remove Fred’s shirt and pants. George was slowly exposing him, torturing him with his unforgiving stare. Finally Fred lay in only his boxers. George gazed transfixed by the curious shape the penis made beneath the cloth. As if mesmerized, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and rubbed his cheek softly against the bulge. Fred watched in fascinated horror as the face grew closer and then tossed his head back at the unanticipated exhilaration. His eyes closed and he tilted his head back. His chin reached into the air. His mouth opened slightly, inviting life itself to creep into the pink warm crevice.

“God,” he whispered.

George laughed quietly. “Yes?” He lifted himself up and pulled George’s boxers down abruptly. Without warning he took Fred inside his wet, warm mouth. He licked violently, sucked without restraint. Fred’s head was thrashing, blinded. He was afraid because he had absolutely no control over his own body. He panicked because he couldn’t feel or move his limbs to grab his brother, who cruelly cut the blowjob short.

George forced his twin onto his side so that Fred’s back was to him. He whispered into his brother’s ear, “Havu evu ever been fucked up the ass?” Fred lay still. He was desperate for control and was lost to the point of tears. “Answer me!” George yelled.

“No,” Fred spoke weakly. Without warning George rammed his dick inside his brother. Fred’s scream split the heavy air and fell into a series of helpless gasps. He was blind with pain. Surely this wasn’t natural. He knew with his whole being that he would split in two and die, that his body couldn’t take that kind of pain.

George didn’t let up at his brother’s obvious pain. The release was like an emission of everything hesitant in his body.

He rested against Fred’s damp back. Their breathing slowed and George kissed his brother’s neck tenderly, though not apologetically. He voiced what they had both known all along was the purpose of the strange ritual.

“We’re even.”

At eight fifty George returned to his own bed. Fred was fast asleep. It was Saturday, so the other boys didn’t get up until t nit nine o’clock.

George lay still for a few minutes and then got up to get dressed. He was happy. Everything seemed all right and he couldn’t understand why. He knew what he had just done should make him feel hideous, but instead he was refreshed and lighter that air.

The first few boys began to get up. George waited patiently for Fred to awake. He joked with the other boys and talked to them with a huge grin on his face. Finally Fred rose, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. He saw George and smiled.

“Good Morning, guys! I’m starved!” Fred exclaimed. He began to rifle through his drawers and got dressed. He tried to ignore the fact that his ass was crying out to him to sit the hell down, that his whole body seemed e a e a bundle of sore nerves.

Fred and George walked alone to the dining hall together. As they made their way down the corridor Fred’s hand found George’s and curled around inviting fingers.

George sighed. “Wouldn’t it be great if we could do this all the time without worrying about people seeing us?”

Fred slowed, the stopped. George turned to him. “What? What did I say?”

Fred spoke slowly. “Well…what if we did?”

“Did what?”

“Acted how we felt, without inhibitions.”

“How?” George asked. “We wouldn’t last a day before Dumbledore sent us both to some sort of rehab for queer fucks.”

“There must be a way we can act how we feel without people getting upset about it,” Fred insisted.

“But that’s the problem, Fred. We’re brothers. Twins. There’s no way we can express our feelings without being shunned from the wizarding world.”

“That’s it!”

“No, Fred, I don’t want to be shunned from the wizarding world. That’s not the solution. Not yet at least. Besides, even in the muggle world incest isn’t tolerated. We’re freaks everywhere.”

“No! What you said about us being brothers. It’s unacceptable because we’re related.”

“Even if we weren’t,” George said, “We’re still both guys.”

Fred frowned in thought. “Well, I don’t think I’d mind people knowing that I was with another man. Not after this.”

“I would mind,” said George.

“Well, my idea doesn’t involve anyone discovering you’re gay. It does, however, involve people discovering that I am.”

“But if they know you’re queer, they may assume I am too!” George protested.

“That’s a risk you’d have to be willing to take.”

George sighed. “Alright, what’s the plan.”

“Okay, We go to Hogsmeade today, right?”

“Yeah,” said George. “Our punishment from last year ran out.”

“Okay. So in the woods there we’ll use a few simple temporary spells to alter your appearance. Then we can do whatever the hell we want with each other until it’s time to go back – you because no one will know who you are, me because no one will know you’re my brother.”

George thought about Fred’s proposition. It was risky. If anyone suspected what they were doing the twins would be in an unimaginable amount of trouble. Besides that, ever wou would know Fred fooled around with guys. George wasn’t sure he was ready for that sort of negative attention. But the prospect of being able to be apart of a normal couple with Fred in public outweighed his hesitation.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

When they got to Hogsmeade the twins slipped away from their friends and stole into the woods when no one was looking. After they had walked about five minutes into the forest they stopped and faced each other.

Fred took some clothes out of his backpack and George changed quickly into the blue shirt and black jeans. Fred admired the way the clothes made his brother look sharp, cool and rebellious. To polish off the look George put on a thin black choker.

After George’s old clothes were placedthe the backpack, Fred pulled his wand and a piece of parchment out of his pocket. “Hold still,” he said.

Fred said a spell to turn his brother’s hair black. He then proceeded to erase the freckles from George’s body and give the skin a paler and less rosy coloring. After he was done he stepped back from his work and smiled.

“You’re hot, George! Hmmm…This would work better if I could change the shape of your nose or something. But honestly, I barely recognize you and I’m your twin! So I think we’ll be fine.”

“I want to know what I look like,” said George.

Fred proffered him a mirror from inside the book bag. George jumped at the strange face in the reflection. “That’s not me!” he exclaimed.

“We’ll turn you back at the end of the day!” Fred promised. “Come on, we’re wasting valuable time! Let’s go!”

They rushed to the edge of the forest and composed themselves before walking out into the streets of Hogsmeade.