the game

While reading the "Weasley Incest Series" by Evil Incarnate, her plot bunnies has escaped and one of them has bite me: the impulse to write this fic has been so strong, that now I'm here writiting. Well, I think that this will help my electoral campaign for "Queen of Evilness";)

H. Meridiae

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It began in a very innocent way: Gred and Forges had started Hogwarts, our mother was at aunt Cynthia's and we were curious to find out what Percy hide in his desk's drawer. Around middle August, I and Ron had stormed in his bedroom and Percy, redder than his hair, had put something in a drawer, lock it and scold us as he always did: since then, we wanted see what was in that drawer.

As soon as mom left, both went in Percy's bedroom: the drawer was locked and we were too young for have a wand or cast a spell; but the twins are our brothers, and dad hadn't made us see all that Muggle movies without a reason. We were able to force the lock with a hair clip and opened the drawer: we hoped to find who knows what titbits; instead, there were only magazines. Curious, we skimmed through them: at the beginning we were disappointed -we hoped them were comics, but we then noticed that they were tales and photos. We read some line of it, but soon our attention was caught by the images: women and men half or completely naked that touched everywhere and kissed everywhere and stroked everywhere and did funny faces.

- Which game are they playing?

- I don't know, but it looks as if they're having a lot of fun!

- Hey, why don't we play this game too?

I don't remember who said it, but after few minutes we were undressed; then we started and it was... it was like sink a finger in a cake's whipped cream; or eat a cockie, hot of oven and scented with vanilla and candied orange. No, it was much, much more. We did it many times, foolishly thinking that it was only a game: we understood that it was wrong that time that our mother caught us. I remember that both received a lashing, slaps and two weeks without sweets. But, instead discourage us, it spurred us to keep on: the difference was that we were careful, and this added a thrill to our "game." Often we imitated Percy's magazines' photos, other we invented a tale that ended in that way.

The last time was few days before Ron went to Hogwarts: I remember that that day he came my in bedroom. In those days I didn't want "play", but that time I did an experiment: I pretended to be asleep and see what he would have done. He shook me, trying to wake me and then... then he laid behind me and began to touch me: I couldn't see his face, but I knew that he had an ecstatic expression and I still wonder how then I was able to keep my breath steady, to hold back my moans... then he turned me and lowered my panties while his fingers touched me more and more deeply; he finally rubbed himself against me until he was satisfied. When he went back home, the next summer, he had lost every interest in ours "game" and I was too excited for my upcoming entrance at Hogwarts to care of his... how can I say... negligence.

Now I think with a pinch of nostalgia to that period, to those... attentions. Sometime I caught myself to want him as then even if we have never went all the way, for us it was just a game.

Ah.... what are you doing? Hehe, stop it, you're tickling me! No, don't put weird things inside!"

" Hussh."

**sigh**

**frush frush**

" Mmmh..."

" Aah... aah..."

**pant pant**

" Oh Nimue, you should do it more often!"

" Was Ron better than me?"

" Hehe... you don't have comparisons, Rubeus. In every senses..."

**smack**

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