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gala_applesthis will probably go on afamilyaffair in a week, but i need my flist to tell me what's wrong with it. cause i'm sure there are many things.
title: 17
rating: nc17
pairing: ron/bill, ron/charlie, ron/percy, ron/george, ron/fred, allusions to all other cest mixes.
length: about 3000.
summary: ron is seventeen, which means he is legal.
Well, he was 17 now, consensual wizarding age for anything. Which of course meant it wasn’t child molestation, but simply assault. And that was only if it went bad. No one was planning on bad.
Bill always took a shower as if they were abolution. As droplets beat out a tune on his back, the hardened crusty washcloth felt almost like a rosary in a certain grip. And yes, Bill was often a sinner. Tonight, however, he had no choice.
After drying himself off, tying his hair back and wrapping a towel around his waist, he padded on stained carpet to Ron’s room. He waited a torturously long amount of time before saying “You’re seventeen.”
“Right.” Ron stated, barely looking up at his brother.
Merlin, did Bill wish Ron would look him in the eye. His brother had these eyes, as corny as it sounded, it was really the first thing you noticed. “I’m not sure if you realise what that means.”
“It means I can apperate. I already learned.” Ron was a bit hostile, ever since his leaving school plan had been shut down.
“It means you’re legal. It means someone can show you a good time. It means I could show you a good time.”
As stubborn as he could be, Ron wasn’t stupid. “Go ahead then.”
Bill reached and untied the knot in the cloth. The towel pooled at his feet.
“Wait! You’re serious? Why?”
Ok, maybe he was a little bit stupid. Still, why was more reasonable then ewwww. “Because you’re beautiful, you stupid kid. And because you’re seventeen. And because someone who loves you should show you.”
“So what do you want to show me?”
“How to fuck.”
Bill’s hand drifted lazily to his dick, which was beginning to stir. He pulled back the foreskin and fisted himself slowly. There was nothing wrong with a good old wank, but there were bigger fish to fry.
“Maybe I could just get a manual?”
“You know it wouldn’t work like that.”
Ron was quick. He seemed to realise denying Bill wouldn’t get anywhere, so he might as well accept and enjoy. “Right then, any specific position?”
“Hands and knees.”
Ron stripped off his t-shirt and pants, and crawled back onto the bed. It creaked as he did so, he hoped Bill wouldn’t be so vigorous that the house would wonder what was going on. The eldest moved even closer, and pulled Ron further to the end of the bed. He left the room, and a minute later came back with a jar of Vaseline. Percy had always needed it for his nose. If he didn’t keep it moist, it would crack and bleed. That they still had some in the bathroom was just another sign mum refused to give up on Percy.
He dipped one finger into the tub of gel and scooped out a chunk. After rubbing it around his index, he spread Ron’s cheeks and stuck a finger in him. Ron gasped, he hadn’t been ready. It was that he never thought of it, he had heard a girls favourite position was clit vagina arse, he wondered if there could be a similar thing with cock balls and arse for a guy. Still, he had only gotten off on the idea, not practiced it. It was weird, in truth, but not in a bad way.
For a few seconds bill was content with one finger. Then he had to bump it up a notch he pulled the finger out, rubbed on more Vaseline, and buried three. It was a much harder fit, but it went. Bill wasn’t much content with that either. After a few more moments, he took his hand out, dipped into the Vaseline once more, and after smearing his cock, pressed it against Ron’s opening. It was even harder going in then the three fingers. Ron seemed to be uncomfortable, his hands were balled in the blankets, knuckles white, fingers blood-red.
Bill tried different angles, kept manoeuvring Ron differently, and himself differently, until he found the degree that made Ron gasp, and tried to stay that way. His brother began to perspire, and though Bill couldn’t say it, he was sure Ron wasn’t manly or sweaty, he was dewy. But he wouldn’t say it, he wasn’t some damned poet.
He knew it was time, so he reached down. Somewhere in the ruffles of the bottom of the bed was his wand, it was annoying to feel all the fabric and not find it. Finally grasping it, he murmured “Tantra.”
Bill gave several more thrusts into his pliant, dewy brother before coming. He knew it was quick, but as they said, forbidden fruit tasted sweeter. It had been two years since he had done this. Ron had an orgasm soon after, and Bill felt a bit guilty that he couldn’t come, but only a bit. He knew it was for the better.
The boy underneath him didn’t even go limp, just moaned, and collapsed on the bed. A few minutes later, he raised himself up, and looked at Bill to ask “What the hell?”
“It’ll work out.” He said kindly. “You’ll see. I love you Ron.” he added brotherly, and opened the door, towel in hand. Ron flipped off the closed door.
It was evening by the time the second walked in. Ron was lying on the bed, exhausted, frustrated that his hard on wouldn’t go away. He had had it since Bill left, it was like being cursed. Bill’s hands had been all over him, and he hadn’t eaten anything of the twins, it just wasn’t possible he had been cursed. Still, he was about to go to dad and tell him he was broken, when Charlie peeked his head in.
“Hey. I’m not Charlie, of course. But to prove I’m not a random rapist with a batch of polyjuice, actual Charlie wants me to tell you he knows why you burnt Fred’s bludger bat.”
Shut up!” Ron cried, smacking Charlie before remembering it wasn’t Charlie.
“Ron, you’re 17. Means you’re legal.”
“You too? I’ve already been fucked.”
“Oh, I know. I’m not here to have sex.”
“Then why are you here? I was hoping Bill would come back.”
“Just because I don’t want to fuck you, doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy yourself. Do you want to or not?”
Charlie walked away a moment, and when he looked back, Ron was bone naked, and lying down. The little bugger was fast. Charlie was pale, his skin shone like milk in the moonlight, but he tried to not be self conscious. If Ron sensed nervousness, the plan would fall apart. He moved towards the bed and applied him into a doggie style position. Unlike Bill however, Charlie didn’t enter him.
“What in gods name are you doing!” demanded Ron, feeling an immensely odd sensation. Charlie declined to answer, instead he spread Ron’s cheeks and got a better grip of them.
Bill’s liquid was still partially inside him, Charlie suspected he should be disgusted, but just couldn’t be. If you’re already eating out a person’s arse, it’s not much of a step lower to eat sperm out of the arse. The dragon tamer couldn’t reach the prostate, of course, he didn’t have the tongue of a reptile. Still, Ron didn’t seem to mind, he was squirming and his legs were shaking. The noise coming from his mouth was simply delicious.
“Tell me the way you like it Ron. Tell me all about it.”
His words came out in bursts, between groans as Charlie went back to task. “Your tongue. Like wet warm velvet. On me. In me!”
Charlie moved his head once again and bit Ron’s freckled cheek. Ron screamed, and orgasmed, though he didn’t ejaculate. Looking down at his hard cock, Ron gritted his teeth and said “I’m going to kill you.”
Percy walked stiffly into the room. “You’re 17.”
“Yes. I don’t see why you’d care. You don’t care about any of us now. Unless… you too?”
“You’re 17. You’re legal now Ronald.”
“I don’t see why I should let you. You don’t ever talk to us anymore.”
Percy sighed, weary, like he was been through this before. “Regardless of the family, this is about you. You’re 17, not mum, not Arthur.”
“So, do you want to fuck me, or do you want to lick me?”
“Neither. I’d like for you to fuck me.”
Ron blinked. That was something he hadn’t expected to hear. Though, the whole night had been full of surprises. As he stared at the middle son, Percy stripped down. Whereas Charlie’s arms were freckled underneath all the hair, and bill’s back had his, the entirety of Percy was covered in orange dots.
Ron thought back to his session with Bill. He remembered how embarrassing the dog style position was, so he told Percy to lay down on the bed. Ron moved to him, and lifted his legs into the air. He picked up the jar of Vaseline and worked Percy over, giving him more time between fingers then Bill had. All the things Bill had done wrong, he wanted to do right. He pushed into Percy, who just sighed, this time happily. Ron had to give himself a strict warning to not come immediately. It was the hardest instructions he had ever set upon himself, Percy was tighter and hotter then his fist could ever be.
He didn’t want to come, couldn’t this quickly. Faith was an eternal fair-weather friend, he begged any deities in the vicinity to stop him from coming. Ron reached out and wriggled his hand between the body beneath him and the sheets, to get off Percy. If he ignored himself for a minute, maybe it wouldn’t be so quick. What he found disappointed him, Percy wasn’t hard at all. Whether Ron was hurting him, or this was just a duty, not a turn on, Percy wasn’t hard.
He did his best, ran his only unbitten finger down the bump of a vein, after a few good grips, Percy stirred. Ron smiled, it made him feel better about his ability for sex, and he started thrusting in again. The youngest felt even better when warmth exploded onto his hand, and he knew he had caused it. But again, he couldn’t. He had a mind numbing orgasm, better then with Bill or Charlie, things went hazy for a moment, but when he pulled out, there was no fluids.
Ron hoped this could have been some turn around moment. Some sort of breakthrough. But as soon as Ron was out, Percy collected him clothes. All he left behind was a sock and the fragrant stench of disappointment and loneliness.
“Hey Ronniekins.”
“Hey George.”
“You’re-”
“Right. 17. What part of my virginity have you come to claim?”
“Well, see, Fred and I believe you should know the more important thing in sex. A blowjob.”
“And this is going to work how?” Ron had terrifying images of both twins trying to fit in his mouth at once.
“You remember hearing mum say it’s better to give then receive? So, you give first, and then you receive.”
Ron agreed, what else could he do? He was much too far into this entire situation to refuse now.
“You want to- oi, pay attention, young pip. You want to kiss them, as you unbutton their shirt. Kiss down their belly. Like this.”
George strode over to Ron, and snogged him without pretext. The brother held his head still, Ron’s chin was in his big hands. Ron’s hands flew automatically to hold George. His hair was soft, you could tell he and Fred used a different sort of shampoo then the rest of the family. Ron decided to be creative when he broke away, instead of kissing down George’s torso, he bit.
“What the hell are you doing? Trying to devour me? ‘and the mam dingo pushes her child out, and eats the rebirth.’ humph.”
“That’s afterbirth, stupid.”
“Look, do you want to stand here and argue about a bag of bloody snot, or do you want to suck your brother’s cock.”
Actually, Ron was quite enjoying teasing George. Still, he dropped to his knees. He hadn’t had much chance in the past to look at random cock. But when one is two inches from your face, it’s easier to look. He was certain of one thing, cocks were not beautiful.
Ron took it into his mouth, it was amazing how big his brother was. Not that it had looked small, just he could wrapped his hand around it and he could fit his hand in his mouth, so why wouldn’t it go it all the way?
“Damn it Ron, more then that.” he groaned. The tone was annoyed, but lustful.
He tried to open his mouth wider, it wasn’t a very good idea. As soon as he did, George took control. The older brother started fucking Ron’s face in earnest, with Ron spluttering around it. His nose kept touching curls, it was obvious George wasn’t a shaver.
“This giving head thing sucks.” he whined, taking a breath.
“Please tell me you didn’t mean to make that pun.” George said, still managing to laugh though he looked like he wanted nothing more then to sink into Ron.
It seemed like George would never stop thrusting. This was sex without soul, which was a bad thing, not to mention almost boring. Ron decided if he kept up the with faggotry, he wouldn’t be giving head.
Finally he finished. “Well, Ronniekins, that’s that.” he laughed, and left. Ron didn’t have to worry about not coming, he was hard, of course, it hadn’t gone away for hours, but turned off by that state of affairs.
“Right. I’m 17. George already told me you want to suck me. I don’t see why, but go ahead.”
“Don’t see why?” Fred feigned shocked. “because, old chap, it’s the best sort of sex there is.”
Fred, the eviler of the twins, the worst of the family, was almost sweet in his approach. They kissed for quite awhile, he couldn’t help but leave a hickey or two. Ron was sure they would be sportingly visible the next day. Fred made the youngest take off his shirt, so he could continue his caresses and bites. It was a comfortable, pearly white thing he had had for decades, and slipped on for warmth while waiting for Fred.
It was almost embarrassing, if the image wasn’t so hot, the way Fred dove to his cock like a starving man for steak. His tongue immediately honed in on the sweet spot, Ron usually waited until he wanted to climax to touch it in a wank, but Fred apparently had different ideas. All the attention was on the one spot, Fred’s fingers mingled with his tongue to make sure all of him was touched. Ron had no idea it could be like this, he screamed into the night, secretly sorry that he hadn’t done this to George.
He still couldn’t come, Fred didn’t seem to mind, just starting using his entire mouth like he was trying to eat a Popsicle whole. Ron groaned, almost dying, while Fred went a step further. At a different angle, Ron’s balls were swallowed. He knew he turned several hues of purple, he hoped Fred appreciated the sentiment, he couldn’t talk, if he opened his mouth again he would scream.
His lip covered teeth clamped down a little, and it was so spectacular, never mind screaming, Ron was rendered speechless. He had the fourth of the night, and punched the wall in frustration when he saw he was still hard.
“Well, sporting good.” Fred laughed, and departed much like George.
The entire night had quenched Ron’s need for fantasy. He knew for the rest of his life, the image during wanking would be of red hair, doing something. Because red hair did it all.
The door opened slightly, a wand jabbed in the space and said “Tantrus.” It was a voice so quiet Ron couldn’t tell what one of his brothers had cast a spell on him. His groin tingled, and for some reason he felt hopeful. His fingers moved, and bereft of any sensation but one had tweaking his nipple, he shot all over. Doubtless if the blanket hadn’t been covering him, he would have covered much more distance. It was enough for all five sessions he hadn’t finished. Everything changed colours, and he fell asleep.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen everyone was talking. Charlie, who’s head was sticking out of the fire with a boy tat belonged in Romania asked the important question. “Do you suppose we’ll have to do that next year for Ginny?”
“Absolutely not!” Percy cried immediately.
“Uh, she is a girl. It’s not like she had to learn what our parts can do.” Fred added.
“Then it’s settled. Ginny can learn on her own.” Bill said, and everyone nodded.
“Goodbye.” Percy said stiffly, and walked out of the house, façade still on.
“We have to go test our latest batch.” George linked arms with Fred, and Floo’d away.
“Sorry Billy, I have to go.” Charlie smiled, and his head winked out.
“Well, that was fascinating.” Bill murmured. He turned off the light, and went back upstairs to bed. It was too late to apperate, and Fleur would want to know why he didn’t want to have sex.
title: 17
rating: nc17
pairing: ron/bill, ron/charlie, ron/percy, ron/george, ron/fred, allusions to all other cest mixes.
length: about 3000.
summary: ron is seventeen, which means he is legal.
Well, he was 17 now, consensual wizarding age for anything. Which of course meant it wasn’t child molestation, but simply assault. And that was only if it went bad. No one was planning on bad.
Bill always took a shower as if they were abolution. As droplets beat out a tune on his back, the hardened crusty washcloth felt almost like a rosary in a certain grip. And yes, Bill was often a sinner. Tonight, however, he had no choice.
After drying himself off, tying his hair back and wrapping a towel around his waist, he padded on stained carpet to Ron’s room. He waited a torturously long amount of time before saying “You’re seventeen.”
“Right.” Ron stated, barely looking up at his brother.
Merlin, did Bill wish Ron would look him in the eye. His brother had these eyes, as corny as it sounded, it was really the first thing you noticed. “I’m not sure if you realise what that means.”
“It means I can apperate. I already learned.” Ron was a bit hostile, ever since his leaving school plan had been shut down.
“It means you’re legal. It means someone can show you a good time. It means I could show you a good time.”
As stubborn as he could be, Ron wasn’t stupid. “Go ahead then.”
Bill reached and untied the knot in the cloth. The towel pooled at his feet.
“Wait! You’re serious? Why?”
Ok, maybe he was a little bit stupid. Still, why was more reasonable then ewwww. “Because you’re beautiful, you stupid kid. And because you’re seventeen. And because someone who loves you should show you.”
“So what do you want to show me?”
“How to fuck.”
Bill’s hand drifted lazily to his dick, which was beginning to stir. He pulled back the foreskin and fisted himself slowly. There was nothing wrong with a good old wank, but there were bigger fish to fry.
“Maybe I could just get a manual?”
“You know it wouldn’t work like that.”
Ron was quick. He seemed to realise denying Bill wouldn’t get anywhere, so he might as well accept and enjoy. “Right then, any specific position?”
“Hands and knees.”
Ron stripped off his t-shirt and pants, and crawled back onto the bed. It creaked as he did so, he hoped Bill wouldn’t be so vigorous that the house would wonder what was going on. The eldest moved even closer, and pulled Ron further to the end of the bed. He left the room, and a minute later came back with a jar of Vaseline. Percy had always needed it for his nose. If he didn’t keep it moist, it would crack and bleed. That they still had some in the bathroom was just another sign mum refused to give up on Percy.
He dipped one finger into the tub of gel and scooped out a chunk. After rubbing it around his index, he spread Ron’s cheeks and stuck a finger in him. Ron gasped, he hadn’t been ready. It was that he never thought of it, he had heard a girls favourite position was clit vagina arse, he wondered if there could be a similar thing with cock balls and arse for a guy. Still, he had only gotten off on the idea, not practiced it. It was weird, in truth, but not in a bad way.
For a few seconds bill was content with one finger. Then he had to bump it up a notch he pulled the finger out, rubbed on more Vaseline, and buried three. It was a much harder fit, but it went. Bill wasn’t much content with that either. After a few more moments, he took his hand out, dipped into the Vaseline once more, and after smearing his cock, pressed it against Ron’s opening. It was even harder going in then the three fingers. Ron seemed to be uncomfortable, his hands were balled in the blankets, knuckles white, fingers blood-red.
Bill tried different angles, kept manoeuvring Ron differently, and himself differently, until he found the degree that made Ron gasp, and tried to stay that way. His brother began to perspire, and though Bill couldn’t say it, he was sure Ron wasn’t manly or sweaty, he was dewy. But he wouldn’t say it, he wasn’t some damned poet.
He knew it was time, so he reached down. Somewhere in the ruffles of the bottom of the bed was his wand, it was annoying to feel all the fabric and not find it. Finally grasping it, he murmured “Tantra.”
Bill gave several more thrusts into his pliant, dewy brother before coming. He knew it was quick, but as they said, forbidden fruit tasted sweeter. It had been two years since he had done this. Ron had an orgasm soon after, and Bill felt a bit guilty that he couldn’t come, but only a bit. He knew it was for the better.
The boy underneath him didn’t even go limp, just moaned, and collapsed on the bed. A few minutes later, he raised himself up, and looked at Bill to ask “What the hell?”
“It’ll work out.” He said kindly. “You’ll see. I love you Ron.” he added brotherly, and opened the door, towel in hand. Ron flipped off the closed door.
It was evening by the time the second walked in. Ron was lying on the bed, exhausted, frustrated that his hard on wouldn’t go away. He had had it since Bill left, it was like being cursed. Bill’s hands had been all over him, and he hadn’t eaten anything of the twins, it just wasn’t possible he had been cursed. Still, he was about to go to dad and tell him he was broken, when Charlie peeked his head in.
“Hey. I’m not Charlie, of course. But to prove I’m not a random rapist with a batch of polyjuice, actual Charlie wants me to tell you he knows why you burnt Fred’s bludger bat.”
Shut up!” Ron cried, smacking Charlie before remembering it wasn’t Charlie.
“Ron, you’re 17. Means you’re legal.”
“You too? I’ve already been fucked.”
“Oh, I know. I’m not here to have sex.”
“Then why are you here? I was hoping Bill would come back.”
“Just because I don’t want to fuck you, doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy yourself. Do you want to or not?”
Charlie walked away a moment, and when he looked back, Ron was bone naked, and lying down. The little bugger was fast. Charlie was pale, his skin shone like milk in the moonlight, but he tried to not be self conscious. If Ron sensed nervousness, the plan would fall apart. He moved towards the bed and applied him into a doggie style position. Unlike Bill however, Charlie didn’t enter him.
“What in gods name are you doing!” demanded Ron, feeling an immensely odd sensation. Charlie declined to answer, instead he spread Ron’s cheeks and got a better grip of them.
Bill’s liquid was still partially inside him, Charlie suspected he should be disgusted, but just couldn’t be. If you’re already eating out a person’s arse, it’s not much of a step lower to eat sperm out of the arse. The dragon tamer couldn’t reach the prostate, of course, he didn’t have the tongue of a reptile. Still, Ron didn’t seem to mind, he was squirming and his legs were shaking. The noise coming from his mouth was simply delicious.
“Tell me the way you like it Ron. Tell me all about it.”
His words came out in bursts, between groans as Charlie went back to task. “Your tongue. Like wet warm velvet. On me. In me!”
Charlie moved his head once again and bit Ron’s freckled cheek. Ron screamed, and orgasmed, though he didn’t ejaculate. Looking down at his hard cock, Ron gritted his teeth and said “I’m going to kill you.”
Percy walked stiffly into the room. “You’re 17.”
“Yes. I don’t see why you’d care. You don’t care about any of us now. Unless… you too?”
“You’re 17. You’re legal now Ronald.”
“I don’t see why I should let you. You don’t ever talk to us anymore.”
Percy sighed, weary, like he was been through this before. “Regardless of the family, this is about you. You’re 17, not mum, not Arthur.”
“So, do you want to fuck me, or do you want to lick me?”
“Neither. I’d like for you to fuck me.”
Ron blinked. That was something he hadn’t expected to hear. Though, the whole night had been full of surprises. As he stared at the middle son, Percy stripped down. Whereas Charlie’s arms were freckled underneath all the hair, and bill’s back had his, the entirety of Percy was covered in orange dots.
Ron thought back to his session with Bill. He remembered how embarrassing the dog style position was, so he told Percy to lay down on the bed. Ron moved to him, and lifted his legs into the air. He picked up the jar of Vaseline and worked Percy over, giving him more time between fingers then Bill had. All the things Bill had done wrong, he wanted to do right. He pushed into Percy, who just sighed, this time happily. Ron had to give himself a strict warning to not come immediately. It was the hardest instructions he had ever set upon himself, Percy was tighter and hotter then his fist could ever be.
He didn’t want to come, couldn’t this quickly. Faith was an eternal fair-weather friend, he begged any deities in the vicinity to stop him from coming. Ron reached out and wriggled his hand between the body beneath him and the sheets, to get off Percy. If he ignored himself for a minute, maybe it wouldn’t be so quick. What he found disappointed him, Percy wasn’t hard at all. Whether Ron was hurting him, or this was just a duty, not a turn on, Percy wasn’t hard.
He did his best, ran his only unbitten finger down the bump of a vein, after a few good grips, Percy stirred. Ron smiled, it made him feel better about his ability for sex, and he started thrusting in again. The youngest felt even better when warmth exploded onto his hand, and he knew he had caused it. But again, he couldn’t. He had a mind numbing orgasm, better then with Bill or Charlie, things went hazy for a moment, but when he pulled out, there was no fluids.
Ron hoped this could have been some turn around moment. Some sort of breakthrough. But as soon as Ron was out, Percy collected him clothes. All he left behind was a sock and the fragrant stench of disappointment and loneliness.
“Hey Ronniekins.”
“Hey George.”
“You’re-”
“Right. 17. What part of my virginity have you come to claim?”
“Well, see, Fred and I believe you should know the more important thing in sex. A blowjob.”
“And this is going to work how?” Ron had terrifying images of both twins trying to fit in his mouth at once.
“You remember hearing mum say it’s better to give then receive? So, you give first, and then you receive.”
Ron agreed, what else could he do? He was much too far into this entire situation to refuse now.
“You want to- oi, pay attention, young pip. You want to kiss them, as you unbutton their shirt. Kiss down their belly. Like this.”
George strode over to Ron, and snogged him without pretext. The brother held his head still, Ron’s chin was in his big hands. Ron’s hands flew automatically to hold George. His hair was soft, you could tell he and Fred used a different sort of shampoo then the rest of the family. Ron decided to be creative when he broke away, instead of kissing down George’s torso, he bit.
“What the hell are you doing? Trying to devour me? ‘and the mam dingo pushes her child out, and eats the rebirth.’ humph.”
“That’s afterbirth, stupid.”
“Look, do you want to stand here and argue about a bag of bloody snot, or do you want to suck your brother’s cock.”
Actually, Ron was quite enjoying teasing George. Still, he dropped to his knees. He hadn’t had much chance in the past to look at random cock. But when one is two inches from your face, it’s easier to look. He was certain of one thing, cocks were not beautiful.
Ron took it into his mouth, it was amazing how big his brother was. Not that it had looked small, just he could wrapped his hand around it and he could fit his hand in his mouth, so why wouldn’t it go it all the way?
“Damn it Ron, more then that.” he groaned. The tone was annoyed, but lustful.
He tried to open his mouth wider, it wasn’t a very good idea. As soon as he did, George took control. The older brother started fucking Ron’s face in earnest, with Ron spluttering around it. His nose kept touching curls, it was obvious George wasn’t a shaver.
“This giving head thing sucks.” he whined, taking a breath.
“Please tell me you didn’t mean to make that pun.” George said, still managing to laugh though he looked like he wanted nothing more then to sink into Ron.
It seemed like George would never stop thrusting. This was sex without soul, which was a bad thing, not to mention almost boring. Ron decided if he kept up the with faggotry, he wouldn’t be giving head.
Finally he finished. “Well, Ronniekins, that’s that.” he laughed, and left. Ron didn’t have to worry about not coming, he was hard, of course, it hadn’t gone away for hours, but turned off by that state of affairs.
“Right. I’m 17. George already told me you want to suck me. I don’t see why, but go ahead.”
“Don’t see why?” Fred feigned shocked. “because, old chap, it’s the best sort of sex there is.”
Fred, the eviler of the twins, the worst of the family, was almost sweet in his approach. They kissed for quite awhile, he couldn’t help but leave a hickey or two. Ron was sure they would be sportingly visible the next day. Fred made the youngest take off his shirt, so he could continue his caresses and bites. It was a comfortable, pearly white thing he had had for decades, and slipped on for warmth while waiting for Fred.
It was almost embarrassing, if the image wasn’t so hot, the way Fred dove to his cock like a starving man for steak. His tongue immediately honed in on the sweet spot, Ron usually waited until he wanted to climax to touch it in a wank, but Fred apparently had different ideas. All the attention was on the one spot, Fred’s fingers mingled with his tongue to make sure all of him was touched. Ron had no idea it could be like this, he screamed into the night, secretly sorry that he hadn’t done this to George.
He still couldn’t come, Fred didn’t seem to mind, just starting using his entire mouth like he was trying to eat a Popsicle whole. Ron groaned, almost dying, while Fred went a step further. At a different angle, Ron’s balls were swallowed. He knew he turned several hues of purple, he hoped Fred appreciated the sentiment, he couldn’t talk, if he opened his mouth again he would scream.
His lip covered teeth clamped down a little, and it was so spectacular, never mind screaming, Ron was rendered speechless. He had the fourth of the night, and punched the wall in frustration when he saw he was still hard.
“Well, sporting good.” Fred laughed, and departed much like George.
The entire night had quenched Ron’s need for fantasy. He knew for the rest of his life, the image during wanking would be of red hair, doing something. Because red hair did it all.
The door opened slightly, a wand jabbed in the space and said “Tantrus.” It was a voice so quiet Ron couldn’t tell what one of his brothers had cast a spell on him. His groin tingled, and for some reason he felt hopeful. His fingers moved, and bereft of any sensation but one had tweaking his nipple, he shot all over. Doubtless if the blanket hadn’t been covering him, he would have covered much more distance. It was enough for all five sessions he hadn’t finished. Everything changed colours, and he fell asleep.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen everyone was talking. Charlie, who’s head was sticking out of the fire with a boy tat belonged in Romania asked the important question. “Do you suppose we’ll have to do that next year for Ginny?”
“Absolutely not!” Percy cried immediately.
“Uh, she is a girl. It’s not like she had to learn what our parts can do.” Fred added.
“Then it’s settled. Ginny can learn on her own.” Bill said, and everyone nodded.
“Goodbye.” Percy said stiffly, and walked out of the house, façade still on.
“We have to go test our latest batch.” George linked arms with Fred, and Floo’d away.
“Sorry Billy, I have to go.” Charlie smiled, and his head winked out.
“Well, that was fascinating.” Bill murmured. He turned off the light, and went back upstairs to bed. It was too late to apperate, and Fleur would want to know why he didn’t want to have sex.