Helping Out a Brother

Two exhausted young wizards faced each other in the arena, their wands held low on their bodies. The battle had been fierce, with neither able to gain a clear advantage over the other. Pure stamina would determine the victor now, they both new. Dripping with sweat, they raised their wands for the final stage of their contest.

A ball of golden-green light spurted from a wand, sizzled across the room, and struck the wall with a flash of sparks—and then rebounded, heading for the floor. The other was ready; a jet of blue light shooting forth from his own wand. It caught the underside of the golden ball of energy, sending it arcing up toward the ceiling. It hit, and rebounded with even greater speed, but the first wizard was ready. Holding his wand like a racquet, he waited directly underneath the energy ball, and, at the precise instant it was in position, sent is hurtling toward the corner with a powerful swing of his wand.

Bill and Charlie Weasley were having the time of their lives. It isn’t every day that two wizards invent a new sport, after all.

Their styles were as different as their personalities. Bill went for flashy shots, throwing his body into the attack, always with a sense for the dramatic. Charlie was more patient and more calculating, anticipating where the “ball” was going to be, and then making sure he was there first. Over the course of the afternoon, neither had been able to maintain more than a two-point lead over the other—but now Bill was up by one, and another point would win him the match.

Bill dove for a shot that Charlie was sure he was going to miss, light arcing out from his wand to catch the ball mere centimeters from the ground. It arced up, hit the far corner, and bounced back with more speed than ever. Charlie had just seconds to figure out where it was going to hit—and he guessed wrong. The ball hit the earth beneath their feet and sank into the turf, a mere instant before Charlie’s bolt would have kept it in play.

“This isn’t right,” Bill remarked.

“What is?” Charlie asked.

“This.” Bill gestured at his brother and himself. “YOU just lost the game, but I’M the one with my face in the dirt.”

“Well, THAT’S easily fixed.” Charlie bent and offered his hand to his older brother. Bill rolled onto his back and took it, and allowed Charlie to pull him to his feet. Once again, the elder Weasley marveled at the sheer strength in his brother’s arms.

Charlie hugged him close, and the two began their long trek back to the house, even as Bill dispelled the invisible “arena”—and the illusion surrounding it—with a negligent wave of his wand.

“I don’t suppose you’ll take pity on me,” Charlie asked hopefully, “and let me shower first?”

“No need,” Bill grinned. “Fleur and I had a double shower installed. It’s supposed to inspire us to, you know, make sure Victoire has lots of little brothers and sisters.”

“When does she get back, anyway?”

“Day after tomorrow. I got a Firecall from her last night; she and Gabrielle are having a terrific time in Egypt, but she sounds like she’s ready to come home. She’ll pick up Victoire at her parents’ on the way—she told me they’re spoiling my daughter fairly outrageously.”

“Worse than Mom and Dad do?” Charlie smirked.

“I’m not sure that’s possible.”

The two men neared the deceptively tiny-looking cottage on the lake. As they always did, they paused at the grave of Dobby the elf, to remember the little creature’s bravery and his loyalty. They continued on to the cottage, then climbed the stairs to the master bedroom. As they shed their sweat-soaked clothes, Charlie asked, “How’s it been with Fleur being gone for so long?”

“Let me put it this way,” Bill groaned in response. “She’s not the only one who’s ready for her to come home.”

Naked, the two men entered the master bathroom. As promised, a double shower stood ready and waiting to receive their weary bodies. They each picked a showerhead and turned the water on. Two jets of water shot forth, hitting the hard, muscular chests and backs.

“Oooh,” Bill moaned, his eyes closed in sheer pleasure, “I needed this sooooo badly……”

“That’s not all you look like you need,” came Charlie’s mocking voice.

Bill opened his eyes and glanced at his younger brother. Charlie’s eyes were firmly fixed downward. Bill followed his gaze and saw, with a start of embarrassment, that his dick was rock hard.

“Guess you weren’t kidding about being ready for Fleur to get back, were you?” Charlie smirked.

Bill grinned sheepishly. “Guess not.”

Charlie nodded, stepped closer to his brother, and murmured, “Let me take care of that for you.”

He got down on both knees and took Bill’s swollen member in his mouth. Bill moaned softly as Charlie swallowed him whole with one gulp and began to glide his lips back and forth along the shaft, his hand gently jerking Bill off. Bill began to thrust, just a little, his hips moving forward and backward as he fed his brother.

“Just like old times,” he moaned.

Charlie let Bill out of his mouth with a loud POP!, and said, “You’ve got that right.” He shifted position and scooched under Bill, so his tongue could go to work on Bill’s balls.

It had been a long time since Fleur had been home, and Bill was about ready to explode at the slightest provocation—and Charlie was giving him somewhat more than slight provocation. “Charlie…” he whispered, urgency in his voice.

“You ready?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah.”

“Say no more, brother mine.” Charlie got back to his feet, then bent over.

Bill had a momentary flash of panic—where was he going to get a condom?

“I have some in my bag on your bed.”

Bill flashed a smile of gratitude at his brother and ducked out of the shower, returning very quickly with an wrapped condom in his hand, which he quickly applied. Charlie bent again, his fingertips touching the tiled floor of the shower to steady himself.

Bill finished putting on the condom, then guided his aching cock toward Charlie’s hole. He pushed himself in, just a little, and stopped when he heard Charlie grunt in pain and felt Charlie’s hole tighten around him. Gradually, Charlie relaxed and got used to the new addition, and Bill pushed himself in a little further, then a little more, until finally he was all the way inside his brother.

He began to move, slow, rhythmic thrusts, savoring the tightness and firmness of Charlie’s arse, his body aching with need and with love.

“On my back,” Charlie groaned.

Bill nodded. He withdrew and let Charlie find a comfortable position on the floor, then got down on his hands and knees. Charlie’s legs were in the air; Bill reentered his brother, and began to fuck him again, bending over so they could share long, deep kisses while they made love.

Bill’s cries grew louder and louder; so did Charlie’s. The brothers moved together as one, Bill driving himself faster and faster, Charlie’s hands reaching up to twist his nipples.

“You close?” Charlie gasped.

“A-almost……”

“Me too…”

And then Bill pulled out, just before thick, milky white fluid began to erupt from his dick. Spurt after spurt after spurt, splashing on Charlie’s chest and stomach, spurts matched seconds later by Charlie’s own explosion.

Bill collapsed on Charlie, spent and exhausted. Charlie held him close and they lay there for a long time, with the water splashing on Bill’s back and running down past Charlie’s sides. Finally, with a long sigh, Bill pushed himself off his brother and slowly dragged himself to his feet, then held out a hand and pulled Charlie up.

He pulled his brother into a tight hug. “Thanks much, little bro,” he whispered. “I needed that…”

“Hey, what are brothers for?”