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Not Just Another Night	By : Inkwell Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Not Just Another Night
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Genre: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17-for incest or what I like to call Tricest.
Pairing: Ron/Fred/George
Disclaimer: I am sad to say that I do not own any of these God forsakenly beautiful creatures.
Not Just Another Night
Ron spent yet another night outside his brothers' Fred and George's room. It had started when he was thirteen; that was when he had first heard them. His mum and dad had taken Ginny out for the night, and Percy was on a date. That night Ron had awoken with a start when he heard moaning from Fred and George's room. He went to check if they were in trouble, wand in hand. The door was slightly ajar but what he saw was something he never imagined.
Fred and George were having sex.
Fred was on top of George holding on to him tenderly. George, whose expressions and sounds were masked by the pillow under him was flexing beneath him. They were moving in perfect unison and when Fred finally broke, the site was beyond arousing. Ron was so lost in it all that that night he just stood outside the door watching, stroking himself. And when his brothers finally found release so did he, joining in the secret solace of the quiet house. Every following night when Fred and George were going at it he snuck out of his room and stood outside of their door. Some times the door was open and he would watch, other times it would be closed and he would just listen. He would get extremely aroused and just stand outside the door. Making sure to be very quiet not to wake anyone he would join his brothers imagining being in the room with them. Having them touching him, kissing him, holding him like they did each other. And when he heard the final hitched breath or the last throaty moan as his brothers collapsed in each other's arms he would be sent over the edge. Breathing heavily, biting at his bottom lip he would painfully make his way back to his own room alone. He often wondered if his family knew about the twin's sexual escapades'. If they didn't, what would they say had they ever found out? What would they say if they knew what *he* did outside of the twins' door every night? But tonight they were alone just like that first time he had discovered them. Just Fred and George in their room tangled in each other, lust and love being given to they're mirror image while he stood outside, trying his best to relieve himself. For some reason tonight though it was extremely hard to find the release he so desperately needed. Maybe it was the thoughts running through his head about his family finding out or the feeling he couldn't seem to squelch. The one were he knew he was falling in love with his brothers and he felt dirty just thinking about the fact that they had no idea.
Just the other day the twins' were fooling around with him like normal. Playing Jokes on him as usual while playing Quidditch outside. Tickling him mercilessly afterwards when they knew he was too tired to fight back. Treating him like the little brother he would always be to them just Ron, Goofy Young Ron. But he didn't want to be just Ron to them. He wanted them to love him like they did each other. He wanted them to stroke him and touch him, to show him the same admiration and affection they did each other. He wanted to be one with them like he had seen them be so many times before. He leaned up against the door trying to rid his mind of everything. To just hear the pleasure, ride out the pain.
"Oh...Fred...more...oh gah-please...more..." He leaned against the door and with no avail tried his best at release. He pushed up against the door finally finding a tempo that gave him some feeling tough not intense as it usually was for him. The door not being the sturdiest of woods anymore, for it is the *twins* door after all, opened and he fell backwards into the room. George started looking towards the door only to find his little brother on his back on the floor, hand in his pajama pants. His brothers arousal obvious through the thin cloth. Ron just lay there shocked. He closed his eyes not moving. Hoping to wake up in his room. Hoping this was just a dream, or rather a nightmare. It would make it that much easier for him if he could just awake maybe take a hot shower. But the harder he squeezed his eyes shut the more he realized there was no escape. This was real and he was caught. He slowly slipped his hand out of his pants opening his eyes. Sitting up he made on final attempt at awaking from the nightmare. When nothing happened he opened his eyes looking up.
George was looking at him, face flushed which was either from what he had been doing moments before or the beginning of a blush. Fred on the other hand covering himself with the sheets was looking down. George gave his hand a small squeeze looking his younger brother over.
"Come here Ron," he said ushering him over to them but Ron stood frozen at the spot. His entire body taking on the shade of his fiery red hair. George sighed taking Fred's face in his hands. He brought his twin's eyes to his. They just sat there looking at each other, eyes unwavering as if having some silent conversation. Ron stood staring at the floor the knots on the wood blurring into a deep shade a brown as he felt tears well in his eyes. How could this have happened? How would his brothers react?
George kissed Fred sweetly as they finally reached some kind of agreement. Fred sat up looking over at Ron and this time he was the one to call out to his younger brother. "Ron Come here, Please?"
Ron looked up embarrassed, ashamed but his brothers' just looked at him each with similar yet distinct smiles. He slowly made his way over to them standing awkwardly if front of the bed. George laughed pulling Ron to sit. "I hate when you tower over me. I'm older remember I have to be taller then you."
Fred smiled at how calm George was. How calm he always was. He often wished he could be the same. Ron wanted to make a comment on how he had already passed Percy and Charlie, wanted to act normal. But his voice caught in his throat, which was dry from the constant nervous swallowing. His lungs burned and he felt as if his heart just might burst right out of his chest. And it almost did when George reached out a hand to caress his face. He closed his eyes losing himself in the feeling he was constantly yearning for. He nuzzled the hand and his eyes snapped open when it moved away. His cheeks' becoming redder, if that was even possible.
"Ron, were you out there...listening?" Fred asked heart beating to fast to be normal. Ron nodded nervously looking down at the bed.
George looked at his likeness then at his younger brother. He hadn't expected this from Ron. From his *younger* brother but then Ron was no longer just a little annoying thing mum had brought home one day. He had grown, now almost as tall as the twins' themselves and in sixth year. He was even insightful at times and George had talked to him about serous stuff before and he had shown maturity. Which was more then he himself could show. His twin and him trouble makers since the womb. "For how long?"
Ron's eyes fluttered up then back down again as his mind fumbled for any coherent thoughts and his voice strained to get them out. "Th-three ye-years ago" Once the words were out of his mouth he inwardly cursed. How could he have said that let them know that.
He heard George chuckle. "That long eh?" The hand returned this time resting on his neck, thumb stroking gently. George marveled at how soft Ron was. At just how beautiful his kid brother had grown up. Ron looked up sighing and relaxing into the touch. Fred squeezed George's other hand nudging his side softly. He had never seen George touch anyone else like this, except of course Fred himself. But then they had always touched each other like that. The tender loving strokes of someone who understood you fully. It had always been easy for them. They were one in the same. But Ron, Ron was new turf. He was the untouchable and yet. Fred reached out his free hand stroking his younger brothers leg softly.
Ron looked down wide-eyed. This was what he wanted his dream finally coming true. But it still felt wrong, incomplete. He looked at George eyes pleading for something he couldn't simply ask for. The words too foreign to his mind. George leaned in close nuzzling Ron's face with his own. Identical fiery hair merging. Ron pushed back eagerly. This feeling so new to him yet so wonderful. "Are you sure?"
And for the first time in his life it was Fred who was lost. He was the third wheel who couldn't understand his brothers' secret language. And as he watched, confusion so evident on his face, George leaned in connecting his lips with Ron's. Softly gingerly they simply kissed no tongues, no eagerness to be intertwined. Just a slow sweetness that made Fred feel lost and forgotten.
When George pulled away Ron opened his eyes slowly in a daze. George looked over at his twin noting the pain and abandonment so evident to him, the one who knows Fred so well. He kissed him just as sweetly then lightly tugged at Ron's neck informing him that it was all right to do the same. Ron hesitated at first then slowly linked his lips to his brothers. Fred so used to know George's mannerisms so well was surprised when his younger brother's tongue darted out to taste him. He let it wander about on his lips before opening his mouth to let it explore. Lightly he encouraged his brother with his own tongue massaging gently.
Ron was lost in the heat of the entire experience. When Fred moved away he whimpered slightly looking back like a puppy without a bone. "Be patient." He heard George say behind him as he felt his brother's hands running up and down his sides. "We want this to be meaningful."
"Want to show our appreciation," He heard from Fred sitting in front of him. "Our love." George kissed the back of his neck tenderly and licked it softly. He moaned head rolling forward as two hands joined the other rubbing at his chest though cotton. He closed his eyes reveling in the sensation when he felt a hand touch his bare skin. He looked down to see Fred's hands lifting at his shirt. George's hand soon joined and the cloth lay crumpled on the ground besides his brothers'. His breath hitched when he felt lips close around a nipple sending him somewhere he has never been before.
Fred smiled around the hard nub pleased with the reaction he was receiving. George was massaging Ron's shoulders and back kissing every so often sending chills through the younger one's entire body. Fred worked his way down kissing everything he came across. He made his way to Ron's navel and flicked his tongue out teasingly. Then he tongued it gingerly making a point to show his brother what was to come. Ron arched up purring softly and George smiled behind him loving the sound. His hand danced on the edge on Ron's waistband and one of Fred's hands joined it there. Together they made they're way underneath it and to there surprise noted the lack of underwear. Ron moaned as the twins' touched the silky skin delicately. He arched to get them touching more. He needed to feel them wanted them to touch him on his most private area. Carefully they pulled the elastic up and over there brothers swollen member. Fred slid the rest down and off Ron's legs throwing it to lie with the other discarded clothes.
They laid Ron on his back a twin on either side. Identical hands leisurely explored the younger body they had only this morning regarded as their kid brothers. Something that before this night in they're minds didn't register as anything but. Ron groaned as one of the hands made its way up his inner thigh and back again. Eyes shut biting his lip he panted sweetly beneath his brothers' eyes. The twins' looked at each other then down at the display before them and back again. Eyes hazed with lust arousal's palpable they shared the first kiss that night since Ron had stumbled in. Hands finding each other they stroked Ron's chest lips still lost in the mirrored. They heard Ron whimper and when they looked down at him he was staring up at them longing in his eyes. With a final kiss they silently agreed that tonight was about Ron and went back to pleasing they're brother. George made his way back up to Ron's face and kissed him hungrily. Ron thrust up into the air and Fred took pity on him stroking him slowly.
George felt more then heard the groan that vibrated through his younger brother and he framed the face before him. "Ron?"
A whimper. "Are you sure you want us to continue?" Ron nodded mutely. "Have you ever? Anything like this ever before?"
A hesitation and then a slow shaking no. George kissed him again. "Alright" He looked back at Fred who was already getting into position. George held his younger brother down as Fred took him into his mouth. Ron yelped thrusting up when he felt the warmth around him loosing himself. Fred swallowed lapping up what was left. Then sat up kissing George and sharing the taste that was so foreign to them. Then he bent down kissing Ron and sharing the taste with him as well. Ron's arousal quickly returning. George smiled kissing him as well. By now he and Fred were at the point where if *they* didn't get any attention quick they were liable to be in pain. George kissed Fred again getting lost in the sensation he knew so well the feelings he lived for day and night. Ron lay there staring up at them again arousal hitting full peak as his brothers showed up close all the love lus lust that he had seen them show so many nights before from afar. He reached out for them moaning and whimpering for more attention. George laughed scooping the younger one up and into his lap. He kissed his tenderly before depositing him into Fred's lap who had taken a place at the headboard. "Are you sure about this?" he asked again. He wanted to make perfectly sure this was what Ron wanted. Ron nodded silently.
Fred handed him his wand and with a spell Ron's mind couldn't even seem to grasp at such an intent moment moved behind him. Ron stared into Fred's flushed face looking for guidance and when George gave him the go ahead Fred helped Ron into position. Ron blushed again thinking of the exposed position he was in. Butt in the air arms on Fred's shoulders, knees on either side of Fred's legs. He tried to look around to see what George was doing but couldn't seem to do so. George kissed his back and then asked a final time. "Are you completely sure?"
Ron whined and he took that as a yes. "I'm going to prepare you so it won't be painful alright." Ron nodded and Fred nodded over him to inform George it was. Carefully he massaged the tightened ring of muscle until he felt it was relaxed. "Alright here I go." He said slipping a lubricated finger into Ron. Ron's eyes squinted together and Fred nuzzled him. "It hurts at first but it gets better once you get used to it."
It felt awkward to have something in a place that he had never really thought of having something in, until of course he had first scene his brothers together. He wasn't sure what Fred meant about it feeling better until George hit his prostate. His entire world went dark and stars danced in his eyes. It was something he had never felt before. Something he wanted to feel more of. He pushed back on the finger and George took that as the sign to slip another one in. Slowly he massaged Ron moving the fingers in and out and scissoring them inside him. He added a third and Ron whined for more. Resting his head on Fred's shoulder arms draped over his older brothers back Ron moaned his appreciation. Fred's head was back exposing all that lovely silkin' skin, as Ron's heavy breathing damped his neck. George explored Ron finding just the right areas to thrust his fingers. When Ron's thrusting back quickened he removed them.
Ron gave a half whimper half whine of protest when George placed his lubricated member up against his brother's body. "Ready?" Ron whimpered again and he cautiously moved into Ron reveling in the tightness and the heat. Ron held on to Fred who was moving in unison to George's thrust as if Ron wasn't even there. One of Ron's hands went down to touch his brother as the other one fiercely held the headboard. Blindly his hand wandered until it came upon Fred's enlargement and Ron realizing that Fred was not getting the attention he needed. The attention he deserved. Using some of Fred's own juices he began to stroke him. Fred's eyes shot open only to roll around and close once more when he felt his brother including him in the sensations. George thrust into Ron hitting his prostate and Ron shouted out thrusting back. They all silently set a rhythm and soon all were lost in the world of the sensations and sounds. Soft almost silent groans, and mews from the twins' who already had down they're level from doing this in the Burrow. And Ron's louder moans and soft purr's they were getting acquainted to. One final thrust against Ron's spot and he exploded on his brother's chest the twins quickly following in unison. Ron collapsed on Fred and George collapsed next to them. They're bodies all tangled in a loving mass. After they're hearts and breathing were evened out to a normal pace George looked over at his brothers and smiled, "I love you. Both of you."
The other two boys looked back. They didn't even have to say it George had spoken for all of them already. But as they all drifted off into they're worlds of sleep Ron couldn't help but wonder what was next.
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