Sweet\'s Little Collection

Day Thirty-Two:

"Fred," Ron whimpered, wriggling underneath his older brother. "Stop teasing!" Fred grinned an evil grin and ground his hips down against his brother's. He nearly laughed at the expression on Ronnie's face when he provided the much-desired friction. Ron's eyes shut tight as he let the sensations wash over his body. He was covered in a thin sheath of sweat, and his head thrashed to the side as Fred's lips ravaged his neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin there. Suddenly, there were too many hands. There were too many mouths on his fevered skin. His bleary eyes opened and blinked as he attempted to focus.

"Fred, what..." he trailed off as his eyes focused more clearly on the face before him. He traced his fingertips down over his features. They were so similar. "George," he exhaled with a moan. Fred glanced up at the pleasure in Ron's voice. He had hoped he wouldn't mind the addition. It seems Ronnie wanted this as much as he did. George had been begging to join them since he found out that they had been fooling around. It looked like all of them were about to get exactly as they wanted.