Because They Were Brothers - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Charlie
Title: Because They Were Brothers (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: It didn't count because they were brothers. Bill/Charlie.
Word Count: 595.
Warnings: Incest, slash.
The first person that Charlie kissed was Mavis Eggby when he was thirteen. Except she wasn’t, because Charlie kissed Bill when he was eleven, but that didn’t count because they were brothers.
Mavis wore glasses and they had pressed into his face, cold and made of that Muggle plastic stuff. They’d nearly bumped noses, too, and what were you supposed to do with your tongue?
Bill had nice soft hair. It was a bit longer than Charlie’s, just on the verge of needing a haircut. Charlie had run his fingers through it experimentally; it didn’t count because they were brothers.
The first fingers to be wrapped around Charlie’s cock were, as was to be expected, his own. He’d heard boys sniggering about it at school - there was no twelve-year-old boy in the world who could say ‘cock’ or ‘willy’ or even the clinical ‘penis’ without sniggering - and decided to experiment on a boring summer day with nothing better to do.
He’d forgotten to lock the door and Bill had walked in on him as he tried to work out what all the fuss was about. Bill had just nodded, locked the door behind him and proceeded to show Charlie where he was going wrong. He was two years older, two years more experiences. His hands were two years bigger, too, just right on Charlie’s cock, but it didn’t count because they were brothers.
When Charlie was fourteen, Annabelle Lowcroft’s hand had been too small, too cold. She knew exactly what she was doing - all the boys in their year could vouch for that - but it just wasn’t the same.
Bill was made Head Boy the same year that Charlie became Quidditch Captain. Little Percy - he hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet, and was still quite small - looked up to his brothers with eyes shining in awe.
“Maybe one day I’ll earn the title,” Bill commented, reclining on his bed with a smirk on his face.
Charlie looked up from the clay model of a Common Welsh Green that he had been working on. “Earn it? What d’you mean?”
Bill quirked his eyebrow in a way that Charlie had never quite mastered. “Head Boy,” he said slowly.
It took a few seconds for Charlie to get it. He blushed furiously, accidentally lopping off the dragon’s ear. He chewed his lip for a moment, then asked, “D’you want to practise?”
Bill’s mouth around his cock was different than his hand. Warm and wet and why hadn’t they practiced this before? It was only practice though; it didn’t count because they were brothers.
His hair was just as soft as when they were younger and Charlie had entwined his fingers in it as they had spent hours kissing and practicing where to put their noses and how to put their tongues to best use.
When the Death Eaters were at the Quidditch World Cup, their kisses had been frantic, reassuring. Horrible flashbacks to the first war when they’d crawled into bed together, holding each other and hoping that the Bad Men didn’t come to their house and that the twins - how could Mummy fit two babies into her tummy, anyway? - would stop crying.
The twins were older now, but still a handful. They were nearly of age at the Quidditch World Cup and that made Charlie feel old.
Charlie wondered it Fred and George ever practiced like he and Bill did. Did they compare just how identical they were?
Not that it mattered.
It didn’t count because they were brothers.
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: It didn't count because they were brothers. Bill/Charlie.
Word Count: 595.
Warnings: Incest, slash.
The first person that Charlie kissed was Mavis Eggby when he was thirteen. Except she wasn’t, because Charlie kissed Bill when he was eleven, but that didn’t count because they were brothers.
Mavis wore glasses and they had pressed into his face, cold and made of that Muggle plastic stuff. They’d nearly bumped noses, too, and what were you supposed to do with your tongue?
Bill had nice soft hair. It was a bit longer than Charlie’s, just on the verge of needing a haircut. Charlie had run his fingers through it experimentally; it didn’t count because they were brothers.
The first fingers to be wrapped around Charlie’s cock were, as was to be expected, his own. He’d heard boys sniggering about it at school - there was no twelve-year-old boy in the world who could say ‘cock’ or ‘willy’ or even the clinical ‘penis’ without sniggering - and decided to experiment on a boring summer day with nothing better to do.
He’d forgotten to lock the door and Bill had walked in on him as he tried to work out what all the fuss was about. Bill had just nodded, locked the door behind him and proceeded to show Charlie where he was going wrong. He was two years older, two years more experiences. His hands were two years bigger, too, just right on Charlie’s cock, but it didn’t count because they were brothers.
When Charlie was fourteen, Annabelle Lowcroft’s hand had been too small, too cold. She knew exactly what she was doing - all the boys in their year could vouch for that - but it just wasn’t the same.
Bill was made Head Boy the same year that Charlie became Quidditch Captain. Little Percy - he hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet, and was still quite small - looked up to his brothers with eyes shining in awe.
“Maybe one day I’ll earn the title,” Bill commented, reclining on his bed with a smirk on his face.
Charlie looked up from the clay model of a Common Welsh Green that he had been working on. “Earn it? What d’you mean?”
Bill quirked his eyebrow in a way that Charlie had never quite mastered. “Head Boy,” he said slowly.
It took a few seconds for Charlie to get it. He blushed furiously, accidentally lopping off the dragon’s ear. He chewed his lip for a moment, then asked, “D’you want to practise?”
Bill’s mouth around his cock was different than his hand. Warm and wet and why hadn’t they practiced this before? It was only practice though; it didn’t count because they were brothers.
His hair was just as soft as when they were younger and Charlie had entwined his fingers in it as they had spent hours kissing and practicing where to put their noses and how to put their tongues to best use.
When the Death Eaters were at the Quidditch World Cup, their kisses had been frantic, reassuring. Horrible flashbacks to the first war when they’d crawled into bed together, holding each other and hoping that the Bad Men didn’t come to their house and that the twins - how could Mummy fit two babies into her tummy, anyway? - would stop crying.
The twins were older now, but still a handful. They were nearly of age at the Quidditch World Cup and that made Charlie feel old.
Charlie wondered it Fred and George ever practiced like he and Bill did. Did they compare just how identical they were?
Not that it mattered.
It didn’t count because they were brothers.