Summer at the Burrow

By the time they caught up to the other two, Harry’s problem was no longer serious, just a slight twinge of arousal that lingered.

As the four of them made their way to the pitch, the twins lagged behind their little brother and his best friend, exchanging glances and the occasional whispered remark.

Once they were at the pitch, Harry and Ron stopped, the twins now right behind them. Discreetly, George placed his hand on Harry’s back pocket, gripping lightly. Suppressing a blush, the dark-haired Gryffindor moved into George’s grip, pushing his bum out slightly. The offending twin grinned to himself, obligingly squeezing harder.

“OK, so we need teams,” Ron pointed out, looking at the other three in concentration.

“Me and Harry against you and Fred,” George offered, mounting his broom.

The-boy-who-lived gave a quiet whine of protest as the warmth of the twin’s hand left his behind. The two older Weasleys looked at each other, then at their little brother, who, thankfully, remained oblivious.

“But how can we tell you two apart?” the youngest Weasley male inquired.

“Idiot,” Fred stated, “George is wearing brown pants and I’m wearing blue.”

“Pay attention, little brother,” George piped up.

“Alright, I’m on Harry’s team,” George announced before Ron could retaliate with a good comeback.

“Fine,” Ron said scathingly, not too excited about having his brother on his team.

“Right,” Fred stated, “Obviously there’s no bludgers or snitch and each team only has one goal hoop, so Ron, you go guard our hoop.”

Ron mounted his broom and took off toward the lone goal hoop, muttering to himself angrily.

“Which position do you want, Harry?” George asked, his words innocent but his tone mischievous.

“Ummm…I’ll be chaser,” the raven-haired male answered as he swung one leg over his Firebolt.

George nodded in understanding and headed to the hoop opposite his little brother.

Truthfully, Harry had never done anything except for Seeker, and he thought about failing in front of the twins and the idea made him nauseous.

“Here, Harry,” Fred said before throwing the stolen Quaffle at him.

The-boy-who-lived barely caught it by his fingertips.

“Go, Harry!” George shouted from the goal hoop, urging him on with wild arm motions.

Slightly confused, Harry sped toward Ron’s end of the pitch, the Quaffle tucked under his arm.

As his best friend was approaching at breakneck speed, the youngest Weasley male was unsure from what direction Harry was going to charge from. The raven-haired boy suddenly curved to his right, Ron’s left, and threw the Quaffle as hard as he could at the hoop, which the redhead had left open. To his astonishment, the Quaffle went through, earning him the first ten points of the game.

After three or four more goals, the sun was beating down on them, all of them sweating profusely. At Harry and George’s goal hoop, after Fred gracefully threw the Quaffle through, the twins’ eyes connected and they gave a quick nod. Harry caught their movements and sensed they were up to something.

“Getting a bit warm, eh, Harry?” George called as he pulled his shirt over his head.

The younger Gryffindor nodded absentmindedly, too focused on the twin’s chest gleaming with sweat.

In a flash, the other twin was bare-chested, throwing his shirt to the ground below. Feeling rather warm himself, Harry stripped off his damp shirt, tossing it near the twins’ discarded clothing.

Fred gave a mischievous grin before speeding over to Ron, who, upon seeing Harry shirtless, was struggling with keeping his balance while removing his own shirt.

With all of them naked from the waist up, the game continued with Harry and George in the lead by 20. Ron was already feeling hopeless and he slouched as he tried to block Harry’s shots.

“Come on, Ron!” the-boy-who-lived shouted encouragingly as the redhead passed the Quaffle to his teammate. The youngest Weasley brother turned a deep shade of red at Harry’s words and began to circle the goal hoop again.

On the other end of the pitch, George had his wand out, ready for his twin. Fred held the Quaffle under his arm loosely, his other hand reaching into his pocket for his wand, legs gripping onto the broom with ease as it picked up speed. He purposely threw the stolen ball at his brother, George catching it with years of Quidditch experience and abruptly turned his back to the others, wand and Quaffle at hand. After he hexed the ball, he tossed it to his teammate.

Harry took off across the pitch, Fred right behind him. As the boy-who-lived neared the goal hoop, the approaching twin inched closer. Just as Harry extended his arm to throw the Quaffle, Fred bumped into him forcefully. The impact caused Harry to overshoot the ring; the ball flying far over Ron’s head and into the nearby trees.

“Go get it, Ron!” Fred exclaimed, motioning to the clump of trees with his hands.

Grumbling, the youngest Weasley male descended and disappeared into the foliage, completely blocked from view.

Before Harry knew what was happening, George was to his right, Fred to his left. Despite his protests, the twins captured his arms and legs and began to lower him to the ground. Harry struggled but their grips held and they successfully touched the grassy pitch.

“Lemme go!” the raven-haired teen exclaimed, kicking against Fred’s hold on his legs.

One of the twins smirked at his brother and they tightly held onto the captured Gryffindor as he struggled.

As soon as Harry was on the ground, Fred straddled him, pinning his hips to the grassy pitch. George took Harry’s arms and held them above his head. Keeping them both down with a single hand, George leaned down and planted a deep kiss on Harry’s lips.

After patiently waiting for their kiss to end, Fred cut in,

“Enough. It’s my turn, George.”

The kissing twin’s lips left Harry’s and he responded,

“You have his lower half, make do with that.”

“Hey-” the-boy-who-lived interjected, only to be cut off by George’s tongue invading his mouth.

Taking his brother’s cue, Fred undid Harry’s pants, saying,

“No underwear, Harry? Finally learned that they get in the way all too often?”

The pinned Gryffindor growled in response, the noise vibrating through the twin that was attached to his lips.

Fred shimmied Harry’s pants down his legs and tossed them to the side, freeing the younger male’s erection.

George sucked on the pinned teen’s lower lip, earning a small groan.

Harry lost all coherent thought as Fred’s hot mouth encased his manhood, his tip grazing the roof of the twin’s mouth. Fred twirled his tongue around Harry’s shaft, searching for that certain sensitive spot that drove the younger teen crazy.

As he continued to work at Harry’s cock, Fred undid his own pants, pulling them down to his knees. His hand slid across his own behind, making its way to his entrance. The busy twin easily poked a finger into himself, still stretched from his earlier encounter with his brother.

The other twin’s lips left the raven-haired male’s and he said to his brother,

“Hurry up, Fred. Ron is gonna be back soon.”

Fred glanced up at his twin, who was hovering over Harry, and let the cock slide out of his mouth before replying,

“Don’t worry. I hexed it so it blends in with the forest.”

George smirked and returned his gaze to Harry, whose face was alarmingly red from all the attention out in the open, while the other Weasley twin’s tongue lapped at the youth’s manhood teasingly.

“Do you want us, Harry?” George breathed against the younger male’s ear.

The boy-who-lived bit his lip and swiftly nodded in frustration.

“Did you hear that, Fred?” the twin asked.

The lower twin shook his head, Harry’s cock rubbing against the inside of each cheek.

“Could you say that again, Harry?” George said seductively.

“Yes!” the younger Gryffindor moaned, his eyes slamming shut in pleasure as Fred sucked diligently at his erection.

“Yes WHAT?” George prodded, outlining the shell of Harry’s ear with his tongue.

“Yes, I want it!” the pinned teen exclaimed, his hips bucking.

“Ready, Fred?” the twin questioned, his eyes burning with lust.

The lower twin released Harry’s rock hard member and positioned his body above the younger male, his entrance inches away from the weeping cock.

He began to lower himself onto the younger Gryffindor’s erection, his ring of tight muscle gripping Harry’s manhood.

Loud noises escaped the boy-who-lived as Fred fully seated himself on his penis.

As he watched his brother become impaled, the other twin’s arousal increased and he unzipped his own jeans, pulling them down to reveal his own expanding manhood.

Harry watched George up close as the Weasley grabbed his cock, tugging lightly. The twin pushed his tip against Harry’s lips, nudging them open.

Eagerly, the boy-who-lived took George into his mouth, his tongue swirling against the twin’s member.

Fred watched the young Gryffindor suck on his brother as Harry hit his prostate, sending electricity jolt through his body.

The stimulation at both ends made Harry’s body arc up, ramming himself farther into Fred. He gasped and groaned around the other twin’s cock as Fred’s muscles squeezed unbelievably tight around his manhood.

George thrust himself deeper into the younger teen’s mouth, pressing against the back of Harry’s throat. Luckily enough, his gag reflex was nonexistent after his many experiences with the twins.

With Harry striking his prostate with every thrust of his hips, Fred came close to his second orgasm of the day. The twin bounced up and down wildly on the young Gryffindor, edging closer and closer to his climax.

With the increased sensation to his cock, the boy-who-lived raced toward his own orgasm as George continued to fuck his mouth.

The first one to come was Fred, his warm seed spilling onto Harry’s stomach. The twin’s muscles clenched hotly around the young Gryffindor’s cock, sending waves of pleasure through the boy-who-lived. Harry’s orgasm ripped through his body, his own seed shooting deep into the redhead.

As he came, the raven-haired teen sucked furiously on George’s manhood, making the twin shudder and moan in pleasure. With the last waves of orgasm, Harry sucked the seed out of the redhead. George came hard, his juice shooting down Harry’s throat.

Fred pulled himself off of his lover’s softening member, Harry’s seed leaking down his thigh. The boy-who-lived smiled weakly, watching Fred leak as he picked up his pants.

George removed himself from the young Gryffindor’s mouth, a thin string of jizz connecting the tip of his cock to Harry’s lip.

Just as Harry was buttoning his pants, there was a rustle in the bushes behind them. The boy-who-lived gasped lightly at the thought of being caught with his twin lovers.

Swiftly, the twins fixed their appearances, even going as far as to help Harry flatten his hair and straighten his shirt.

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Whoo! Never thought I'd work on this story for a while. Fell into other fandoms... Anyway, I finally finished enough to post it as a chapter. I'm so happy to finally be writing again!! Probably update soon with what happens next. I've already got quite a bit just not enough.

Remember, constructive criticism is always welcome! And thanks for reading! :)