Caught

Author's note: This fic is in response to a challenge set by Mirrorhanyou. Twincest and they're caught by Mrs. Weasley. I hope you like it, my dear! Also, this is offically my first posted fic of this type. By that, I mean incest. I have written other fics on this site though. Anyway, if you want to flame me, fine. I could use a laugh. I do appericate actual reviews though. Even if it's something as simple as telling me I spelled a word wrong. Moving on!

Fred pushed George roughly against the wall, never breaking their heated kiss. They were back in their old bedroom at the Burrow while the flat above their shop was getting worked on. A new product experiment had gone wrong and blown out part of the roof. They'd been here for almost a week and were desperate for each other. Thankfully, no one was home to hear them.

Fred broke away from his brother's lips to trail open mouthed kisses down his neck and over the small bit of chest his shirt exposed. He began un-doing the buttons quickly, then tossed the shirt to the side. George, not willing to be the only one shirtless, swiftly pulled Fred's shirt over his head. Fred trailed kisses down his brother's chest and over his stomach, kneeling in front of him. He popped the button of George's trousers, pulled down the zip, and removed his trousers and pants in one pull. Those too were tossed to the side.

"Bed," George gasped, knowing if he didn't get his brother to move to the bed now, they likely wouldn't and he didn't want bruises from being shagged on the wooden floor.

Fred stood, shucked his own trousers and pants, and the two moved to the bed. George reclaimed Fred's lips for a bruising kiss as Fred lay half on top of him, half off. George groaned into the kiss when their cocks touched. They'd gone entirely too long without this.

"Don't tease, Fred. Fuck me," George insisted, breathlessly. Fred moaned, it always turned him on to hear his brother talk like that. Fred reached into the bedside drawer where they'd put the lube just in case they had a chance to use it. Kneeling between George's legs, which were now bent at the knee with his puckered entrance on display, he opened the tube and squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers. He rubbed a finger lightly against George's entrance before swiftly inserting it. Pumping his finger in and out of his twin a few times, he was quick to add a second finger. Scissoring his fingers a few times, Fred added a third finger. He pumped his fingers in and out until George whined with the need to be filled completely.

Fred removed his fingers from his brother's arse and liberally coated his cock with lube. The tube was tossed aside as he lined up with his brother's entrance. In one smooth thrust, Fred was buried balls deep in his twin. Gasping, he stopped to reign in his self control. Soon though, he started thrusting into George's more than willing body. George arched, and thrust back against Fred.

"Gods, George," Fred groaned when his twin lifted his legs to wrap around his waist, changing the angle. Keeping a grip on George's hip, Fred reached forward and stroked his brother's cock in time with his thrusts.

Both twins knew they wouldn't last long, not this time. As if their bodies were trying to prove the point, Fred could feel his balls tightening as George started making little whimpering noises in the back of his throat signaling that he was close to. A few more hard thrusts, and both men were coming, long and hard, each other's names on their lips.

Fred collapsed beside George, heedless of the sticky mess on George's stomach and the bed.

"Fred? George? Is everything...? Oh," Their mother opened the door. Apparently she was home earlier than expected. Mortified, the two men flushed scarlet. After a few silent minutes, Molly spoke again. "I suppose I shouldn't be all that surprised. You two have always been incredibly close and do share everything. And as long as this is what makes the two of you happy, I'm happy for you. Just do me a favor and remember Silencing charms from now on," She shook her head, a slight smile on her face, as she turned and walked out of the door, closing it behind her.

"Did Mum really just...?"

"Yes, Fred, she did."

Author's note: 'Kay, how was that? I know, it was kinda short. I was thinking though, should I write an Alternate Ending in which Molly Weasley rants about how immoral and depraved it is? Just purely for the sake of writing it? I think I might, actually. Wow, this is short. Yep, I'm doing the Alternate Ending. Just because that'll be longer than this ending was. ~Celeste