Let Me Not Admit Impediments

Seven


That evening, instead of wanking alone, Charlie came to his brother’s room.

They had been avoiding each other all day as much as possible. Bill had needed to find some kind of equilibrium after the passionate kiss he had shared with Charlie. It had taken his body very long to calm down. It had taken his mind even longer.

He felt confused and out of balance, and not only because he found himself getting turned on by his younger brother. About that, there was no doubt in his mind: it was wrong, and he really shouldn’t. That it happened nevertheless could be easily explained too. He was a teenager after all!

But what had really thrown him was Charlie’s statement that he had seen Bill looking at him. ‘Checking him out,’ as the younger boy had phrased it.

Bill didn’t know what to think about it. Could he have been staring at his brother? Without noticing it? But why? He wasn’t attracted to blokes, not like Charlie. He liked his witches. He had never fantasised about a wizard while wanking. So Charlie couldn’t be right, could he?

But what if he was?

There was a lot Bill had to think about that day.

Charlie, too, seemed to have needed some time for himself. He had refused to play Quidditch and had disappeared into the field behind the hedge around the garden. Nobody had seen him until dinner, during which both Bill and Charlie were careful not to look at or talk to each other.

It wasn’t easy. They were sitting next to each other at the crowded dining table, with the pack of their younger brothers and sister around. Conversation was always lively. Bill took care to participate enough as not to arouse suspicion that anything was wrong. Charlie didn’t, and their mother kept asking him if he didn’t feel right.

Both boys were happy to escape from the dining table and hide in their respective rooms.

It took long for the house to settle. It was summer, after all, the sun shining until late in the evening, and the twins refused to go to sleep. But once the children were all settled in their beds, the parents went into the garden to sit and have a little time to themselves.

When Bill heard their voices drift up from the garden through his open window, he closed his book. He had not really been reading but it had given him something to do apart from wondering what he should do now. Ignore what had happened this morning in the kitchen? Continue it?

Bill rubbed his face, stretching out on the bed. His cock was already half hard in his loose pyjama pants.

What would he do if he heard Charlie wank again? Jerk off with him, as he had done last night? Or stuff his pillow over his head and try not to listen? Or would Charlie continue, for that matter?

Bill shifted uncomfortably. Just thinking about Charlie moaning made his cock twitch.

A board on the landing creaked. Then the door to Bill’s room opened slowly.

Bill turned his head. His eyes widened in disbelief and with a startled gasp, he half-rose from the bed.

‘Charlie!’

Charlie closed the door behind him and quickly came over to the bed. Before Bill had time to react, Charlie was kneeling above him. His face was serious, but his cheeks were flushed and his eyes glistened. Bill did not have to look down to know that Charlie was hard. His own cock rose in anticipation.

‘C-Charlie,’ he repeated. ‘What—?’

‘Shh.’ Charlie nodded toward the open window. ‘They’ll hear you.’

‘But … what … I mean …’

Charlie smiled down at him. The fading light of the sun set his red hair on fire but shadowed his eyes.

‘What do you think?’ he answered softly and lowered his body until he almost sat on Bill’s crotch.

Bill swallowed hard. He could feel the warmth of Charlie’s body. It was an incredible feeling, new and enticing. Bill’s cock hardened further and began to leak.

Flushing, he looked away from Charlie’s face, but that didn’t improve his situation, because positioned as they were, Bill had a perfect view of Charlie’s body. And Bill couldn’t help but think that it was a beautiful sight.

Charlie was wearing only pyjama pants. His torso was bare, and although his frame was still boyish, he was beginning to put on muscle. His skin was smooth, still without hair; his brown nipples almost indistinguishable from the many freckles.

Almost unconsciously, Bill’s eyes slid lower, over Charlie’s flat stomach, and to the noticeable tent in Charlie’s pyjama pants.

Bill swallowed hard. His cock twitched and strained upwards.

‘What do you think?’ Charlie repeated softly.

Bill’s eyes flew up to his brother’s face. He felt himself staring. Charlie grinned mischievously.

‘Instead of both of us wanking alone,’ he continued huskily, ‘why not do it together?’

And he sat back on his haunches, raised one hand and gently took hold of Bill’s hard prick.

Bill groaned, and his eyes fell shut in pleasure. Never before had another one’s hand on his cock felt that good. Separated by only the thin cloth of his pyjama pants, he could feel the warmth of Charlie’s hand, a hint of a rough and calloused palm. The grip was strong but gentle, and Bill thought he could come from this alone.

Then Charlie began stroking him. Bill moaned. His hips thrust upward into the caressing hand.

‘Shh,’ whispered Charlie’s voice close to his ear. He felt Charlie’s breath hot on his skin. ‘Mum and dad’ll hear you.’

‘C-Charlie …’ Bill groaned.

Charlie shut his brother up with a passionate kiss.

For a split second, Bill thought about struggling, thought about how wrong it was, and that their parents might hear them. Then his brain shut down on all conscious though and he was lost in the sensation of Charlie’s lips on his, Charlie’s body above him, and Charlie’s hand on his cock.

Bill’s lips opened to his brother’s kiss, and their tongues met and tangled. Bill raised his arms and wrapped them around Charlie’s shoulders, drawing the younger boy closer to him. Charlie moaned softly and leaned into the embrace. Their naked chests touched.

Bill groaned at the contact. It felt so good, skin against sweaty skin. Charlie’s gasp shot directly into his cock. His hips bucked up into Charlie’s caress and he hugged his brother tighter, pressing closer. Charlie wobbled above him, and then collapsed on top of Bill’s body, trapping his hand between them.

‘Uh, sorry,’ Charlie whispered against Bill’s lips. ‘Lost balance.’

‘’s okay,’ Bill managed. It had hurt to have his brother’s weight crash down onto his hard prick, but now he could feel Charlie’s equally hard cock press against his hip. The feeling was delicious and Bill forgot all about the momentary pain. Instinct made him roll his hips, pushing his cock into Charlie’s hand, rubbing Charlie’s cock, and both brothers moaned.

‘Shhh,’ Charlie all but whimpered.

Bill swallowed hard and tried to stop his body from moving wantonly against Charlie. ‘Wand,’ he panted.

‘Huh?’

‘My … wand. Bedside table. Close the, ah, f—, the window.’

Charlie reluctantly got up onto his knees and scrabbled for the wand. He handed it to Bill but then prevented Bill from casting anything by kissing him roughly. And feeling Charlie’s tongue wriggle into his mouth made Bill forget the spell anyway.

The brothers kissed wildly and messily, clutching at each other’s half-naked, sweaty bodies and muffling their moans between them. Charlie was kneeling above Bill once more and impatiently pulled down his pyjama bottoms to grab his brother’s hot, leaking cock.

Bill groaned as his hips jerked uncontrollably. He felt close to passing out at the sensation of Charlie’s sure, firm grip and practised moves. The roughness of his palm sliding over Bill’s sensitive flesh ratcheted his arousal even higher.

‘Ngnh,’ he moaned into Charlie’s mouth.

Charlie chuckled breathlessly. ‘Yeah.’ He licked his brother’s lips. ‘Touch me, Bill.’

Bill bit his lip to stop another moan escape. He raised his hands from Charlie’s hips to his chest and slowly, hesitantly began to caress him. Charlie gasped and let go of Bill’s cock, grabbed one of Bill’s hands and forcefully shoved it into his pyjama pants and closed Bill’s fingers around his prick.

‘Here,’ he said, then dove down and kissed Bill again. ‘Wank me,’ he whispered as his hand returned to his brother’s cock.

Bill closed his eyes and fought to ignore Charlie’s touch and his kiss and concentrate on his prick. It was the first time Bill touched any other cock than his own. It was a strange feeling but a surprisingly good one, too. Charlie’s prick was thicker than his, and he could feel hard veins throb softly against his palm. He tightened his grip and Charlie moaned and thrust into his hand.

It didn’t take long for either brother to come spurting over each other’s hands and stomach and the bedclothes. Bill had already been painfully close and the newness and exciting sense of doing something so wrong took care of him quickly. Charlie kept thrusting vigorously into his brother’s tightening fist and came soon after Bill.

Gasping and panting, the two boys fell down onto Bill’s bed, their sweat and semen covered bodies pressed together in the confined space. The hot, still air in the little room reeked of sex, and the smell stirred a new awareness in Bill’s exhausted mind. Struggling, he brought a hand up and touched his brother’s slick back. Charlie murmured something, and when Bill turning his head a little, his lips brushed over Charlie’s slightly stubbly cheek. Charlie smiled but his eyes remained closed.

The sound of merry laughter that drifted through the window abruptly jerked Bill from his hazy afterglow. He shot up and cast a panicked glance at the open window.

‘’s up?’ Charlie blinked dazedly at Bill.

‘The window!’ Bill gasped, horrified. ‘I … I never closed it. Mum and dad … if they heard …!’

‘Hm?’ Charlie turned to look at the window. ‘Oh.’

Wriggling a little, Charlie rolled out of bed and padded over to the window, ignoring Bill’s soft exclamation, and peered out. After a moment, he grinned and came back to the bed.

‘Mum and dad are sitting under the cherry tree,’ he informed his brother. ‘They’ve got a bottle of wine open and are making eyes at each other. I don’t think they’ve heard us.’

With a groan, Bill plopped back onto his bed and flung an arm over his eyes. When a second later the bed dipped, he yanked it back and stared wide-eyed at Charlie, who was again kneeling above him, smiling at him.

‘Charlie…’

‘You’re dirty, Bill,’ Charlie said teasingly and trailed one finger over the drying spunk on his brother’s abdomen. ‘I’d better clean you up.’

He bent down, but Bill caught his shoulders and pushed him back up. ‘Charlie, stop!’

‘What?’

‘Don’t … Don’t do it, okay.’

Charlie raised his eyebrows. ‘Bill, you’re not—’

The sound of feet pounding down the stairs towards the loo made them freeze. The bathroom door slammed close, and Bill shoved Charlie off his bed.

‘Go back to your room, Charlie,’ he said.

Charlie looked at him for a moment, then shrugged. ‘Oh, all right.’ Then he grinned mischievously. ‘I guess I can wait till tomorrow night.’

‘What!?’

Charlie laughed, bent down to press a quick kiss on Bill’s swollen lips, and then left the room so quickly and quietly that Bill only realised he was gone after he heard the door to the room next to his close.

Bill sighed and closed his eyes again. His body still tingled deliciously, and he could almost feel the ghost of his brother’s touch on his cock. The damned bastard stirred at the memory. With an angry huff, Bill flopped over onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow.

He felt sticky and hot and restless. He probably should go to the bathroom and clean up, but he’d rather not go out right now. What if Percy or, Merlin forbid, one of his parents saw him? They’d know … well, not about Charlie, but … No, he’d wait until later. Until everyone was in bed.

Bill grimaced as he pushed up onto his elbows and felt the dried mess on his stomach pull on fine hair. But he wouldn’t go out and run the danger of meeting someone of his family.

With a muttered curse, he fumbled for his wand and his book, cast a Lumos and determinedly read for two more hours until his parents had gone to bed. All the time, there was not one sound from Charlie’s room, and Bill couldn’t stop wondering what Charlie was doing, if he had fallen asleep, messy and sticky as he was or if he had used a cleaning spell without permission or …

By the time Bill was clean and in bed for sleep, he was heartily sick of Carolus and his damned self-important display of cleverness.

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