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Fred and George woke up the next morning at nearly the same time, as they always did. Poked their heads out of the curtains at each other. Neither was sure if anything had changed after last night's adventure in the kitchen. Identical eyes met, searching, then at the same time they broke out into nearly identical smiles.

"Top of the morning to you, George!"

"Right back at you, Fred!"

"Sleep well?"

"Never better!"

They bounded out of bed, full of energy as usual, all thoughts of awkwardness gone. Nothing had changed. They had always shared everything. This was just one more part of their world that no one else could share in. They looked at each other speculatively.

"Shower?" they said simultaneously, then laughed.

They managed to get away from their classmates, and sneaked up to the prefect's bathroom on the 3rd floor. Hardly anyone used this one; the facilities on the second floor were much better. They slipped in, and set a silence and locking charm on the door.

They shrugged out of their clothes quickly; they were both fully aroused already. George playfully shoved Fred out of the way, and they engaged in a friendly race to get under the shower heads first. The far wall had a row of heads, and Fred turned three of them on. He had his back to George, and suddenly he felt himself pushed up against the tiled wall with a hard cock pressing into the cleft of his ass.

Fred moaned and wriggled against George. George gasped as his erection slid up and down, lubricated by the water.

"Want you," moaned George, rocking his hips against his brother.

"Want you too," agreed Fred, and twisted around in George's wet grip so they were face to face. Twin arousals rubbed together, clamoring for attention, and they kissed, hard. Hands roamed over wet, slick skin, and soon Fred had George against the wall.

Both boys were breathing hard when they came up for air. "Wanna do it?" Fred asked.

George didn't need clarification. "Oh yeah," he agreed.

"Who's gonna do what?" Fred asked.

George thought about it. "Reckon we'll try it both ways."

"True, true," nodded Fred. "Nice, that. More fun. You want to try it first?"

"Sure," said George eagerly, rubbing faster against his brother.

"What are you waiting for, then?" answered Fred, turning around and pushing back against him.

"Right," panted George, and reached for some of the liquid soap they liked to use for lubrication. He figured if it worked for masturbating, it would work for other activities. He slathered it on his cock, and pushed against Fred's entrance.

"Nnn, yeah, that feels good," moaned Fred as George's erection pressed into him.

"Tell me if it hurts," groaned George. "So tight..." He pushed forward another inch.

Fred squeezed his eyes shut; it did hurt a bit, but he relaxed his muscles and the pain eased. "Go on, then, deeper," he said, pressing back against his brother.

George didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed in, inch by inch, closing his eyes tight with the effort of not climaxing right away. Finally, he was all the way in, and his brother's body was clenched tight around him, and both boys were panting. "How's it feel?"

"Fucking incredible," Fred moaned, hands pressed against the tile. "What about you?"

"Like I want to do this all the time," panted George, rolling his hips in small circles. "Oh yeah..."

"Fuck yeah, do that again," Fred groaned, pushing back against his twin.

"Gladly," agreed George, making bigger circles. Soon he was driving in deeper and faster, and Fred was crying out with each thrust. "Fred..." he gasped, "Not... gonna... last long..."

"Do it hard then, fast," urged Fred, and he dropped his hand down to stroke his own erection. "Oh yeah," he moaned, pumping it faster.

"God..." moaned George as his brother's body tightened around him even more. He lost all control then, driving in faster, roughly. "Yeah..."

Moans and panting rose in volume as wet skin slapped against wet skin. George gripped his brother's hips tightly as he drove in and out, and Fred started to scream.

"Fuck!" then Fred was climaxing, his body gripping his twin's even more tightly, and his seed pumped out, splashing against the tiled wall.

George managed two more thrusts before he too lost it; he cried out and filled his brother with his desire, gasping for air.

George leaned against Fred, still inside his brother, as they both caught their breath. "Well, what did you think then?"

Fred considered. "I don't know. I think we're going to have to do it a few hundred times before I'm sure."

George laughed. "Definitely!"