Let Me Not Admit Impediments

Six

Breakfast next morning wasn’t easy, but Bill hadn’t expected it to be. With his brother’s words still in his ears and the memory of the last evening still fresh Bill hadn’t expected to enjoy it. He had only hoped to be able to eat enough to deflect his mother’s curiosity.

Luckily, for him, Fred and George started a food fight when she went to supervise the laundry, and when she came back, the kitchen was a battle field, and everyone was smeared with porridge. Mrs Weasley swelled dangerously, and then started yelling. Bill felt too stressed to try and calm her down. Percy jumped in, but wasn’t very successful.

It ended in Mrs Weasley kicking the three youngest sons out of the kitchen in her anger and putting them to some strenuous task someplace else. Bill offered to stay behind to clean up. His stomach clenched when Charlie stayed as well.

But Charlie didn’t speak, and the two eldest Weasley sons silently cleaned the mess all of them had made earlier. Finally, Bill dropped the cloth he had used to scrubbing the walls and turned to his brother. Without preamble he said, ‘So you did it on purpose!’

Charlie, still on his knees and scrubbing the floor, looked up and blinked. ‘What?’

Bill crossed his arms in front of his chest. ‘All the … the moaning and groaning. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?’

Charlie’s lips twitched. ‘Erm, no. I mean, wanking is really nice.’

Bill narrowed his eyes.

Charlie shrugged. ‘But, yes. I … I was … louder than usual.’

‘Hah!’

‘Yeah, but I said so yesterday. I wanted to, well.’

Bill considered this. ‘How did you know I’d hear you?’ he asked suddenly.

At this, Charlie smirks. ‘Oh, I knew. I heard you.’

Bill’s jaw dropped and he felt his cheeks heat. ‘You … what?’

Charlie laughed softly. ‘Oh, yes. Last summer. You weren’t loud, really, but you weren’t exactly quiet, either. I used to press my ear to the wall to listen to you and wank with you. Took care that you never heard me, though. I …’ He looked down at his hands, serious again. ‘I was ashamed at myself,’ he said softly. ‘Not because you were a bloke. I knew by then. But … as you said yesterday, you’re my brother. And, well, lusting after one’s brother isn’t … common.’

He fell silent and started scrubbing the floor again. Bill gaped at his brother’s bent head. Charlie had … last summer? He’d done exactly what Bill had done himself last night: pressing his ear to the wall, listening, wanking with his brother. And then feeling like shit because he wasn’t supposed to be lusting after his brother. And Charlie had felt it all last year! He’d only been thirteen then!

Bill felt suddenly very immature.

‘What made you do it?’

Charlie looked up, questioningly.

Bill pushed away from the sink and walked over to Charlie and squatted down in front of him.

‘You said you … took care that I didn’t hear you, last summer. And now you’re doing the opposite. Why? We’re still brothers.’

Charlie nodded, his gaze strangely intent on Bill’s face.

‘I saw you,’ he said slowly. ‘Looking at me.’

Bill frowned. ‘So?’

Charlie moved, closing the space between them.

‘Sometimes,’ he said softly, ‘I saw you looking at me. Staring. At me. At my arse. Checking me out, I’d have said if it had been anybody else. It made me want you. I started fantasising about you when I wanked. About kissing you, touching you. About you fucking me.’

Bill’s breath hissed sharply between his clenched teeth. His cock was hardening, pushing against the confines of his trousers.

Charlie moved closer still. He barely seemed to breathe. Bill’s heart felt as if it wanted to burst from his chest. ‘I wanted you,’ he whispered. ‘And I wanted to make you want me, too. I thought, if you heard me, and you wanted me, you’d come to me.’ A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth. ‘Didn’t quite work the way I wanted it.’

‘C-Charlie,’ Bill breathed.

‘Yeah?’

But Charlie was so close now that Bill felt his breath, felt the heat radiating off Charlie’s body, and he didn’t know what to say anymore. He could see every single freckle on Charlie’s face; could see how Charlie’s dark brown lashes framed his blue eyes. And then he couldn’t see anything anymore, for Charlie’s lips touched his, and Bill closed his eyes.

It was a soft kiss, the merest hint of lips against lips.

‘Bill.’ Bill felt Charlie’s lips form his name. He groaned.

And then they were kissing, lips meshed against each other. Kissing wildly, hungrily, desperately. Bill buried his hand in the hair at Charlie’s neck to keep him steady, and Charlie leaned forward, grabbing onto Bill’s shoulders. Their lips parted at the same time, and their tongues met hot and wet between them.

Bill groaned and roughly pulled Charlie against him, aligning their bodies from chest to knee. Their crotches came into contact, and both gasped at the sensual pleasure. Charlie wrapped his arms around Bill, one hand clutching at the back of Bill’s shirt, the other sliding down to Bill’s arse.

Charlie moaned softly as he felt the tight curve. Bill’s hips bucked. The motion rubbed their cocks against each other. Charlie thrust back, and soon they were moving rhythmically against each other.

Bill moved the kiss from Charlie’s mouth to his throat and then down to the place where neck met shoulder, where he began to suck and nibble.

Charlie shivered and whimpered. ‘Bill, oh, Bill,’ he gasped, his breath hot on Bill’s ear.

Bill licked the pulse in Charlie’s throat and, grabbing his brother’s waist tightly, thrust hard against him. Charlie cried out softly.

The sound seemed to echo in the kitchen. It brought Bill to his senses. He was kissing his brother! In the kitchen! Where any time somebody could walk in on them!

Gasping, he pulled himself away from Charlie. Charlie moaned at the loss and reached out for Bill again, but he shook his head and scuttled backwards.

‘No, no,’ he panted. ‘Not here!’

‘Bill,’ Charlie pleaded.

Bill jumped up. ‘Not here!’ he repeated forcefully, looking around.

Charlie staggered to his feet. He opened his mouth, but at that moment, the door banged open and Mrs Weasley stormed into the kitchen.

‘Those two!’ she exclaimed. ‘Oh, I feel like giving them a good thrashing! And you’ve cleaned it all up. Oh, Bill, Charlie, and it wasn’t even your fault!’

‘No problem, Mum,’ Bill managed. If his voice still sounded shaky and breathless, Mrs Weasley didn’t seem to notice.

Bill gave his mother a short smile and, without looking at Charlie, walked out of the kitchen. It was torture, pure torture, with his cock so hard and aching.

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