An Unlikely Pair

I had just stepped out of the shower and was fastening the towel around my waist when I stepped into my and Fred’s room. I was surprised to see my twin lying on his bed, his cock hanging out of his pants, wanking. His eyes were closed at first, but soon he noticed me standing in the doorway, my jaw hanging open.

“Fuck, George!” He quickly returned his thick manhood to his trousers and sat up, his face red with heat and embarrassment.

I smirked and leaned against the door frame. “What a site. I’m surprised, really. I didn’t think you’d be as well-endowed as I am.” I slid my fingers through my wet hair. “Who were you thinking about?”

He looked around and grinded his teeth together. “No one. It’s none of your business! And who are you to say that you’re surprised that mine is as big as yours? We’re twins, it would only make sense that we’re about the same size.”

“Whatever you say,” I said slyly and stepped into our room, shutting and locking the door behind me. “And since you’re so ashamed to tell me who you were thinking about, it must not have been a girl. Who’s the lucky man?”

Fred shoved me against the door. “Shut up George! I’m not like that! I’m sick of your accusing!”

I slid my hand over his hip and to his rear, giving it a light squeeze. “What’s wrong with a little man on man love?”

His eyes widened and he took a step back from me. “George, you’re not… you don’t want to—” He pointed to himself half in fear, half in confusion. “Me?”

I pushed away from the door, holding my towel and stepped toward him. “Don’t act so surprised. I know you want it too. I’ve heard you mumbling in your sleep, I’ve heard you moan my name when you wank. We both want the same thing.”

He stuffed his hands in his back pockets, his cheeks flushed pink. “I’m not sure—I mean, what would mum say if she found out?”

I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him to me, making sure our lips met in a soft, yet passionate kiss. “Fuck mum. This isn’t about her.”

“Who’s on top?” He ran his hands down my arms, his eyes locked to mine. He looked so innocent to me, his green orbs focused on my matching ones, his fingers gracefully stroking my damp skin. I kissed him again.

“Naturally, I’d be on top,” I started, “unless, do you refuse to be on the bottom?” I hoped not. I mean, I had seen what was, at the moment, trapped in his trousers. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that.

What came out of his mouth next surprised me. He began to press kisses down my chest then down my stomach before he looked back up at me. “I’ll do anything you want me to.” His eyes were still locked to mine as he kissed over the pronounced bulge that was under my towel. He tugged the fabric down some and kissed over the groomed hairs that trailed down to the base of what I knew he was after.

My eyes began to flutter shut; he had barely started and I was already melting. “Fred, I need to sit down for this.” I walked to my bed and sat down, leaning against the headboard. I beckoned him with my long index finger and he followed, straddling over my hips. He kissed my lips tenderly and dragged his fingers down my smooth chest. He pressed his mouth over my freckled shoulders, then over my pale skin, then my rosy nipples. He whispered that he had wanted this for a long time. His fingers tugged my white towel open and wrapped around my slightly erect penis.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time too. I’ve been saving myself for you.” I ran my fingers through his hair as he moved down my body, kissing over every bit of my white skin, making his way to my dick.
His lips met the head of my manhood and his eyes were once more locked to mine. “You’ve been saving yourself for me?” He ran his red tongue over the slit at the tip of my cock.

“I have been. How about you?” I didn’t know what I was expecting him to say. I wanted him to say he was, but I wasn’t sure if he had or not.

He sat up and licked his lips. “Ever since we started playing Quidditch I wanted you to be my first. I felt weird about it for a long time since, well, we’re brothers, but I couldn’t help but think about it. I dream about it and write about what it would feel like, and—” I kissed him hard. I groped at his shirt and eventually got it off him. I was tired of all the talking, I just wanted to feel him against me, feel his hands on me, feel him under me, on top of me, just feel him.

He ran his hands down my bare back before pushing me back against the headboard and kissing up my inner thighs. He knew what he wanted, and I appreciated his forwardness. I felt his tongue move over one of my balls before sucking it into his mouth. His fingers moved over the underside of my erection and then his fist wrapped around it. I gasped as he nipped the skin of my sac before taking the head of my cock between his pink lips. His tongue moved gracefully over the slit of my dick as he took it deeper into his mouth. I gripped the back of his long hair and pushed his head further down on me. I was past the point of caring that he had never given anyone head before, I knew he could handle it.

He took hold of my sac and massaged it as he easily took my entire cock down his throat. I moaned rather loudly and bit my bottom lip, holding his head down and thrusting upward into his mouth. The little sounds he was making against my flesh reverberated around my manhood, sending shivers through my entire body.

When I had had enough, I let go of his hair and pulled him closer to me, kissing him hard on the lips. He straddled over my hips, pressing the bulge in his pants against my hard cock that was resting against my flat stomach. I undid his pants as our tongues twisted together, our hot breath mixing together.

The tip of his cock was red, aching for attention. I tugged on his dick some, stroking it and teasing the tip with my thumb. He whined and whispered that he would rather have me touch someplace else, someplace better. I sat up and pulled him closer, pushing his jeans over his hips, revealing more and more of his baby soft skin. He was gorgeous, absolutely beautiful. I threw his pants on the floor and pulled him close, once more. My hands roamed down his back and to his plump rear. I kissed over his stomach and parted his cheeks, letting my finger find the delicate ring of muscle that he wanted me to touch. My lips pressed against the base of his thick, perfect cock and I brought two fingers to his lips for him to suck on for a moment or two. He understood and did so as I took his dick into my mouth, letting my tongue roll over the one perfect vein that ran down it. I pulled my wet fingers out of his mouth and pressed them to his most intimate part, pushing them in just a little bit. He flinched and groaned.

“Fuck,” he whispered and pushed back against my fingers. He wanted it so badly, I hadn’t realized. I parted my fingers and began to scissor them inside of him. I was nervous, I knew what I was doing, but I was still unsure of how good I could make him feel.

I added a third finger and continued to take his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Fred moaned loudly and told me that he was ready, he was sure of it. I pulled my fingers out of his perfect asshole and looked up at him, the tip of his manhood still in my mouth. He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair. “I’m sure, George. Don’t worry.”

I sat up and kissed him softly, sucking his bottom lip between mine. His skin was so smooth as I ran my hands up and down his back. Our hard cocks pressed together as we inched nearer and nearer to one another. He pressed kisses to my neck before he turned around and bent over, exposing the pink hole that I so wanted to be inside. I leaned over and pressed my lips to the circle of muscle, feeling Fred’s skin twitch beneath my mouth. I ran my tongue over it and then pressed it inside. His breaths were short and heavy as pleasure took hold of his body. I smiled and continued, but only for a few moments longer. I knew what I really wanted, and what he really wanted as well.

I took hold of my hard cock, the tip red and dripping with precum, and pressed it to his tight pink hole. “You’re sure you want this?” I was so scared that it would be bad; I didn’t want that for him.
He turned his head and looked at me. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

That was a bit of a relief, but I was still scared. I began to push inside of him anyway. Fred grunted and gripped onto the comforter on the bed. I watched as his tight hole engulfed my cock, it felt amazing. When I had gotten my full length inside of him I leaned against him and kissed his shoulders and neck. “Does it feel okay?” I asked, slightly out of breath.

He moaned and nodded, biting his bottom lip to hold back any screams. I kissed his cheek. “Good,” I said and smiled. His eyes were half shut and he was panting as his hair bounced around with each thrust. I was near my peak, and by the wet spot of precum that I felt on the bed as I reached under him to massage his balls as I fucked him, he was close too.

I stood up on my knees and pulled Fred with me, just so I could see his beautiful cock as I stroked it. I brushed his hair away from his neck and sucked on the skin of it. He moaned but kept his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. I pressed a kiss to his jaw as I pounded my cock into his asshole.

“Scream for me Fred, please. I’m dying to hear you call my name.”

He wrapped one arm around my neck and took hold of a large clump of my hair. He let his mouth fall open and gasped my name several times before shooting thick ropes of his creamy white cum onto my bed and hand. His head rested against my shoulder as I began to pull out of him. “Turn around,” I whispered into his ear.

He did as I asked and kissed down my stomach, knowing what I wanted from him. His tongue ran over the wet tip of my throbbing cock. He took the head into his mouth and stroked my thigh, waiting for me to finish. A few shallow thrusts into his warm mouth was all it took. My hot cum dripped out of his mouth as he willingly began to swallow it. I pulled his head up to mine and licked the cum off his chin before kissing him. He milked my cock of any cum that might be remaining and let his tongue dance with mine.

“That was amazing, George.” Fred whispered against my lips. We fell against the bed together and I wrapped my arms around his warm, sweat slick body.

“It was. I’ve waited so long.” I buried my face in his neck and pressed soft kisses to it. I didn’t care that he was my brother, I was in love.

His lips met the tip of my nose and he smiled once more. “I love you, George.”

“I love you too.” I said and closed my eyes. I was tired and I could tell he was too. Sleep soon took over, and I don’t believe I ever slept better in my life.