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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Charlie_Weasley
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Charlie_Weasley, Hugo_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Slash, Underage_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-12 Words: 1407
****** Coolest Uncle Ever ******
by luvscharlie
Summary
     Uncle Charlie comes home for a visit.
Notes
     Written as a birthday fic for
     [http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=17080?v=108.8]
asnowyowl! Happy birthday, gorgeous! Enjoy the smut, my darling girl.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY,[http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/
userinfo.gif?v=17080?v=108.8]asnowyowl!!!!!!!
Title:Coolest Uncle Ever
Author: [http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/
userinfo.gif?v=17080?v=108.8]luvscharlie
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Harry Potter
Warnings: Chan, infidelity, incest, voyeurism, lots of implications. I should
probably warn for everything that will probably want to make you spork out your
eyes. So, if you value your pupils, don't read it. You were warned.
Word Count: 1,324
Summary: Uncle Charlie comes home for a visit.
Notes: Written as a birthday fic for [http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/
userinfo.gif?v=17080?v=108.8]asnowyowl! Happy birthday, gorgeous! Enjoy the
smut, my darling girl.
When Uncle Charlie comes home, things at Gran and Grandpa's house seem a little
strange. It's like he brings with him a whole sense of wild that everyone else
just feeds off of, myself included. Of course, that's usually when Mum starts
giving me that look where she says, "Hugo," in that tone. Nothing more, just my
name. But when she's looking at me like that, she really doesn't need to say
anything else.
I can't help it. Uncle Charlie just brings out the wild in me. He's always been
my favourite. No, really. He has. He's made of awesome. When I was little, Mum
would ask, "Hugo, what do you want to be when you grow up?" (Mum, she's real
big on life direction. A nutter about it, if you ask me, not that anyone ever
does.) I always answered, "UNCLE CHARLIE!" Then Mum and Dad would exchange
looks of concern.
Mum, she never has been much of a fan of my Uncle Charlie and his wild ways.
She calls him a kid in a man's body, and oftentimes the words "needs to grow
up" get used in the same sentence with Uncle Charlie's name.
Anyway…
When I got the owl that Uncle Charlie was in town for a visit, I was ecstatic.
I rushed right over to the Burrow. I hurled myself out of the fireplace at an
all out run, and was just about to head to the living room when I heard a low
groan coming from up the stairs. I redirected.
I heard the word "Charlie," said aloud, and I recognised Uncle Harry's voice.
Hmm, I wondered if Al was here too. Al liked Uncle Charlie almost as much as I
did. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, and was just about to call out,
"Where are you?" when I passed the open door to Uncle Percy's old room and saw
them.
Uncle Charlie was stretched out on his back lying across the bed, and Uncle
Harry was on his hands and knees with his mouth moving in rhythmic fashion up
and down on the biggest cock I'd ever seen. In fact, I felt a bit inadequate at
the comparison. I reminded myself I was only fourteen, and perhaps there was
still hope, but gosh, I'd best start doing some serious growing if I was going
to catch up.
I probably should have turned away then. I mean, it wasn't really right what
was happening there, was it? Uncle Harry being married to Aunt Ginny and all,
this was just completely wrong. But man oh man, did it look right. I couldn't
help myself. Maybe it was my wild nature. Maybe it was that I'd inherited a
good deal too much of my Uncle Charlie's personality, but I watched. I stood in
the doorway, slid my hand into my pants and I began to stroke my cock in just
the way Uncle Harry's mouth was moving on Uncle Charlie's cock.
I'd always wondered what this looked like—I mean really looked like—not just
images in the magazines that we passed around the boys' dormitory back at
school. And here I was, watching the most wrong thing I'd ever laid my eyes
on—well, except that time I saw my parents in the kitchen doing that and just
ewwwww. I think that might have scarred me for life. So, if I was enjoying
this, maybe it was ultimately, somehow, my parents' fault. The theory had
flaws, grant it, but I was in no mood to hash them out. I needed a scapegoat to
allow myself to enjoy this, they were handy at the moment, and well, I was
going with it.
"Fuck, yes, Harry. Just like that," Uncle Charlie moaned. My fist moved quickly
up and down my cock faster than I'd ever remembered wanking. When Uncle Charlie
said things like that, it was just—well, hot and sexy and dear heavens, I was
so close to shooting off already—
Uncle Charlie shifted his hips off the bed and began to thrust, "Gonna come,
Harry," Yep, I sure was. My had flew faster still, back and forth, up and down.
I was wanking like I'd never wanked before.
Uncle Charlie came with a groan, and Uncle Harry followed soon after. Me, well,
I came somewhere in there too, and I must have made some noise. I really must
work on being quieter—there had been frequent complaints about "noisy Hugo"
back in the dorms, and perhaps my roommates had a valid complaint. I opened my
eyes, my hand covered with my own come and saw Uncle Charlie and Uncle Harry
staring wide-eyed at me.
"Hi, there," I said, with a wave trying to look innocent. Of course, I really
shouldn't have waved using that hand; it sort of gave me up and made it kind of
hard to lie about my recent activities, what with the evidence right there
waving at them and all.
Uncle Charlie propped up on one elbow and grinned. "Hey there, Hugo," he said.
"Enjoy the show?"
Uncle Harry just went pale—really, really pale.
                                      ~*~
Uncle Harry looked nervous all through dinner at the Burrow that night. Uncle
Charlie just grinned and winked at me when I caught his eye. I was glad to know
he wasn't going to rat me out, but I guess it would have been kind of hard to
do that, what with Aunt Ginny sitting so close by.
"Hugo," said Uncle Charlie suddenly, halfway through dessert. I nearly peed my
pants, I was so surprised. Surely he wouldn't tell on me now.
"Um, yeah?"
"There's an opening this summer for students to get some extra school credit by
working on the Reserve. You interested? I could show you the ropes. You'd learn
a lot." Oh, I surely bet I would. Just the thought of what Uncle Charlie would
teach me made my cock stiff.
Mum started to interject, but Uncle Charlie was too quick for her.
"Surely, you can't object to the boy furthering his education and getting some
much needed credit for school, Hermione? It's a golden opportunity."
Uncle Charlie had gotten her where it counted. Mum was all about furthering my
education and giving my life that direction she thought I needed. She just
seemed really sure that "direction" I needed was not the direction Uncle
Charlie might lead me in. Still, he had her between a wand and an owl, and she
bloody knew it.
I looked on in anticipation. It was a fairly even match, but Uncle Charlie had
drawn first blood—so to speak. The thought of spending summer in Romania with
my Uncle Charlie—Al was going to be so jealous. I caught Al's eye across the
table, but he didn't look jealous. He was grinning from ear to ear. Something
was up.
Mum wasn't ready to admit defeat yet, however.
"Charlie, don't you think it would be much more beneficial to Albus to have
this experience," said Mum. "He's older than Hugo and—"
"I planned to bring them both. I've already cleared it with the Headmistress."
Score another one for Uncle Charlie! Mum was falling faster than a broken
broomstick.
"Oh!" Mum said, surprised. "Well, I—erm—"
She was speechless. That was a good sign.
"Well, I guess that would be okay with me, if Ginny and Harry are going to let
Albus go."
Mum looked at Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry, her last chance to save me from the
debauchery that would be my summer—my sweet, blissful, probably sex-filled
summer—in Romania. "We think it will be a wonderful opportunity for Al," said
Aunt Ginny, and I could have kissed her—except that would be gross.
Summer in Romania. It was a done deal. Al and I were going to spend our summer
in the wilds of Romania with Uncle Charlie.
Coolest. Uncle. EVER.
Fin
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