Oh my sweet, mischievous twin I have sinned.

Oh my proctective loving twin...is it enough?


Fred woke bleary eyed and extremely reluctant to get up the next morning, his head felt fuzzy from staying up later than usual and for some reason someone was yelling at him outside the curtains.

“Oy Fred, get your lazy arse out of bed! Breakfast’s in five minutes and we’ve got potions first thing!!!”

Fred rolled onto his side as the door to the dormitory slammed shut. A small gap in the curtains allowed a ray of sunlight to slice through and pierce his eyes like so many sharp knives would, and he lifted his arm in protest.

Sighing and running his hand roughly through his hair and over his eyes, he half heartedly pushed aside the sheets and heavy scarlet rug.

Stumbling out of bed he squinted around whilst his eyes got used to the light and started picking up bits of his uniform from around and under his bed where he’d strewn it on Friday evening after removing it.

Grimly he trudged into the bathroom and dumping the pile of clothes on one of the dry patches of tile he shucked off his pajama pants and padded into a nearby shower.

“George!” Fred exclaimed in shock.

George was sitting on the shower floor in his shirt, tie and flannel pajama bottoms. His head which had been previously bowed shot up and his mouth dropped.

Realizing with shock that he was nude, Fred whipped a towel from one of the hooks and wrapped it round his hips.

“I-I’m sorry Fred I just, I couldn’t face the others after…well um I’ll leave you to…yeah”

Fred grasped his twin’s arm “No, no it’s fine I was just surprised, I thought you’d gone down to breakfast, you know keep up the appearance and all that. I was going to find you before potions, see if you’re alright I understand that last night was a huge step but-”

George looked up at Fred, searching his eyes desperately, before interrupting his tirade, “I can’t.”

“It will be al-…what?”

George pulled his arm away from his brother and turned his back, “I’m sorry Fred, but I can’t do this. We'll go back to how it was before; as if…as if last night never happened.”

With that he left, his pajama pants clinging to his legs where the water of the shower floor had soaked them through.

“But it did happen…”

***

Fred lay in bed that night, the silence unbearable, the empty space next to him an insult to his tired mind.

George had avoided him all day, how he didn’t know as he’d made every effort to speak to him, he couldn’t understand this sudden change of mind on his twin’s part, it didn’t make any sense.

Shifting onto his side he stared at the darkness before him, it was clear that George would not be joining him tonight. So that left him with two options, either to leave him alone, or slip into his bed with him.

There really was no thinking about it, quietly pushing his cover aside Fred slipped out of bed and waited with baited breath for a moment, before tiptoeing over to his twin’s bed.

It was easy enough to slide the curtain over and quietly slide in beside his twin. There was no response as he carefully put his hand on George’s shoulder, smoothing the rough, warn material out beneath his palm.

He knew he was awake, could tell intuitively that his brother was scared, yet exited at the same time.

“Can you really deny us this?” He asked softly.

A delicate hitch in the other’s breathing was his only response.

“Can you not see that to throw this away, would be a bigger sin, then perhaps the one we would be committing otherwise?”

A slight shudder was received this time.

“Please George…”

“Mum-“came the whisper.

“Would never have to know, neither then anyone else if we’re careful.”

Slowly his twin turned to face him.

“We will be discovered, there is no question that we will, what do you think will happen then Fred? What do you think we will be subjected to? What…what happens when it ends?”

Fred was silent for a moment…then, “I haven’t got any answers for you, I don’t know what the future holds. However,” here he cupped his twin’s cheek gently, “I do know that I love you, and I’m not willing to give this up… please, give us a chance.”

George bit his lip and Fred felt rather than saw it as waves of indecision filtered through to him.

And then softly, softly George’s lips connected with his, and a warm hand slid down his chest to sneak underneath his top, surprised but not at all displeased by this, Fred bucked his hips softly and brought his hand to the back of his brother’s head, swirling his fingers in his hair and reveling in its softness.

Their tongues lapped gently together not so much dueling but greeting each other as needy lovers, there was no hurried passion, no restrictions on time, just gentle, lazy, lust.

So Fred was shocked, when the shy fingers exploring his abdomen, reached tentatively beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

His member jumped to attention as the hot, sweaty fingers grasped him lightly, playing with him just as he usually played with himself, teasing the sensitive head of his penis with feather light touches.

“You ok?” George’s voice sounded breathless .

“Oh yes, just don’t stop.” Fred answered as the strokes became a lot firmer and a lot more skilled, sending his eyes rolling and pants coming thick and fast from his parted lips as he thrust his hips into his brother’s expert strokes.

“Faster, god’s please faster,” He moaned, his eyes shut tight, concentrating desperately on the pleasure as it built up, his legs almost shaking in excitement as his hips rolled upwards.

“You look so beautiful like this,” George whispered, staring in wonder at his twin’s flushed skin and trim body as he writhed beside him.

Fred could feel himself getting close and he keened in desperation as he realized he still had his pajama pants on.

As if hearing his brother’s thoughts, George in a bold move leaned in with his other hand and ripped his twins pants down just in time to see him spurting his pleasure all over his hand and the bed sheets.

There was silence save for Fred’s heavy breathing as he slowly calmed down, clutching his brother close and raining his face with soft kisses in thanks.

“It will be ok George, I promise.”

***

There we have it I hope you enjoyed! Author is once again starving, reveiws would be very, very much appreciated.

With thanks to:

Julie: Wow, thank you I'm very flattered.

Marquies_the_gay_guy: I'm sorry but since this isn't a one of my main fics this will be about as long as it gets. However I have other's under this penname that are a lot longer if you would like to check them out. Love the penname btw!

Karen: Why thank you, they're my favourites too obviously.

Xena: Lol glad you liked it and my little joke.

Anon: Wasn't it though? lol.