Better than Playwizard

Better Than Playwizard
BY: Written_mayhem

Rating: R

Summary: Fred comes home to find something very interesting.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Fred Weasley or anything from the Potterverse. I only own the plot.

Fred dropped his bag on the floor of the Burrow’s kitchen. He really should pick it up or his Mum would have a fit. However, considering there’s a war going on, she’d probably forgive him just this once.

He left George at the Shop doing inventory. There were just some things that Fred couldn’t keep focused on, and inventory was one of them. He was just thankful that George had a better business mind than he did or their store would be doomed to failure.

Walking over to the sink to get a glass of water, he noticed an eerie glow coming from his Dad’s office. Rubbing a calloused hand down his face, he wondered what project had most recently captured his Dad’s fancy. It had to be muggle, no doubt.

Stepping quietly into the office, he noticed something odd sitting on the desk. It was no bigger than the boxes used at the store to transport Puffskins in, but it was glowing. Well, the front of it was glowing.

“Wait a tic, I know what this is,” Fred thought. It was a compressor. No. Compactor. No. Computer. Yes, it was a computer. A muggle invention that allowed people to gather information from the interweb, or was it internet.

He cautiously moved towards the desk to inspect the computer further. Tapping a few keys on the keyboard, Fred gasped as something appeared on the screen. It was a woman. A rather well endowed woman. A rather well endowed woman who was taking her clothes off.

“Merlin, this is better than Playwizard,” Fred murmured, hoping no one realized he was home yet. He stared closer at the screen, watching the tantalizing blonde pull a flimsy top over her head.

Unconsciously, Fred began to rub himself outside of his trousers. Slowly at first, just building sensations as he watched, mesmerized at the sight on the screen.

The woman started to work on the buttons of her skirt, pulling them one by one out of their holes. Soon, the skirt was a puddle of fabric around her stiletto clad feet.

Fred’s hand soon unbuttoned his trousers and slipped in to fist his dripping cock. Gods, he never felt this hard before. He gasped as he began pumping his hips in time to the subtle movements of the woman on the screen as she was left in little but a smile. Pumping harder and harder at the image on the screen that was now burned into his memory like the ingredients to a Canary Cream, his body tightened in release.

He pulsed once, twice, three times onto the desk as the woman’s image was soon replaced by another, and another, and another. Soon the woman he’d just had the most intense experience with was buried under a mountain of new windows advertising just about anything. Fred wondered where they all could have come from. However, his wondering was interrupted as he heard someone padding gently down the stairs.

With a quick flick of his wand, his cum vanished from the desk and the monitor turned off.

“Fred, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be in your father’s office. What would he say?” His mum was glaring at him from the door to the office.

“I’m sure he’d be interested in what I found.” With that, Fred leaned in to kiss his Mum before grabbing his bag and heading off to bed.