Last one for now!
Aug. 10th, 2005 07:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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lipstickcat I know you didn't request anything but here - have a drabble!
For you, you wonderful woman – who sends me texts messages that amuse me and led me into the world that is Twincest. Here be twins – I tried my best! ^_^
The thing about being a twin is that you know the other’s body instinctively – there isn’t the hesitant learning your partner’s body that usually comes with sex and practice – which is part of what George loves about being with Fred.
Ever since there were young, they had been affectionate and then, as puberty set in, the affection had grown into something else – nights sharing the same bed, curled up against each other, touching each other’s cocks and tracing patterns known only to them through their freckles.
It didn’t bother them whether or not other twins did this kind of thing – Fred remarked once that nobody knew twins except their other half – and, as George wraps his mouth around Fred’s cock (wearing his Quiddich goggles for him – and only for him), licking and suckling and humming and hearing Fred moan in a way that only George can make him, George knows that Fred was right. And when Fred comes – and he swallows and kisses his twin, tasting himself in the kiss – George is glad.
lipstickcat I know you didn't request anything but here - have a drabble!For you, you wonderful woman – who sends me texts messages that amuse me and led me into the world that is Twincest. Here be twins – I tried my best! ^_^
The thing about being a twin is that you know the other’s body instinctively – there isn’t the hesitant learning your partner’s body that usually comes with sex and practice – which is part of what George loves about being with Fred.
Ever since there were young, they had been affectionate and then, as puberty set in, the affection had grown into something else – nights sharing the same bed, curled up against each other, touching each other’s cocks and tracing patterns known only to them through their freckles.
It didn’t bother them whether or not other twins did this kind of thing – Fred remarked once that nobody knew twins except their other half – and, as George wraps his mouth around Fred’s cock (wearing his Quiddich goggles for him – and only for him), licking and suckling and humming and hearing Fred moan in a way that only George can make him, George knows that Fred was right. And when Fred comes – and he swallows and kisses his twin, tasting himself in the kiss – George is glad.
