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This oneshot was written by request for moonserenity089. This was an outstanding idea and I enjoyed writing it!
While the Husband is Away, the Brother Will Play
a Harry Potter fan fiction
Fleur Isabelle Delacour Weasley placed the forks and knives around the dinner table, humming a tune to herself pleasantly. She made sure every detail was perfect, she even placed a small vase of roses in the center of the white tablecloth.
Her whole night was planned to perfection: a delicious roast beef dinner with her husband Bill and her brother-in-law Charlie, a bloody good shag with Bill after Charlie left, and then a romantic cuddling session with Bill afterward, during which she would bring up names of the children she wanted to have in the next few years.
Once the beautiful part-Veela was satisfied with the set up of the table, she checked the diamond studded watch Bill had gotten her for her birthday. The two men were due to arrive in five minutes.
When it came to seeing the man she loved, five minutes seemed like five hours to Fleur. She waited at the table, clicking her well manicured nails against the covered wood a few times until finally, someone knocked on the door to Shell Cottage.
Fleur walked gracefully to the door and opened it. Charlie Weasley stood there, his face so freckled he looked almost tanned and his muscled arms stretching the fabric of his green long sleeved shirt. His Weasley red hair had grown back some since the last time his mother forced him to cut it.
"Hey, Fleur," he said, holding his arms out. Fleur's deep blue eyes darted directly to his hands, which were, as usual, covered with many calluses and blisters. She hugged him, her delicate hands stroking his back lightly.
"It is great to see you," she said in her heavy French accent, breaking the hug.
"No, no, it is great to see you," said Charlie as the two walked into the dining room. "You are a sight for sore eyes, that's for sure. Did you do something with your hair? It looks great."
"My 'air? Oh, no, I just cut some of ze ends, zey were getting a tad split," said Fleur, pushing some of her long, silvery blonde hair behind her ear. "Please, 'ave a seat, Charlie."
Charlie sat in the wooden chair across from Fleur. He eyed the plate of roast beef, the bowl of mashed potatoes, and the glasses of wine hungrily.
"Perhaps," said Fleur, checking her watch again. "we should go ahead and start eating. Bill will be 'ere soon, I expect."
"Yes, of course," said Charlie, nodding eagerly. He was obviously starving because when he grabbed his plate he began piling food onto it a bit faster than Fleur would have thought appropriate.
She chewed her meat and sipped her drink quietly, thinking of a subject for conversation.
"So," she said finally, setting her empty glass aside. "'ow 'ave ze dragons been?"
"Brilliant," said Charlie, after swallowing a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "The younger ones can be quite feisty sometimes, but it's nothing I can't handle. How has Bill been?"
"Bill 'as been great, thank you for asking."
"Those are beautiful flowers you have there," said Charlie, admiring the roses in the center of the table. "Though they are not as beautiful as you."
Fleur smiled sweetly as she spooned some mashed potatoes into her mouth. She licked her thin pink lips very slowly, savoring the taste of her own cooking. A small moan escaped her mouth.
"Urgh," said Charlie, shifting in his chair. "Don't do that."
"Do what?" asked Fleur innocently, though she had an idea what he was talking about. She smiled at him, showing off her perfect, pearly white teeth.
"Lick your lips like that and moan," said Charlie.
"Oh, you mean like zis?" said Fleur, licking her lips again, this time in a much more exaggerated manner. She let out a loud groan and ran a hand through her silky hair.
"If you keep that up," said Charlie, chuckling, "I'll have to retreat to your bathroom to take care of myself."
"You shouldn't talk to a married woman like zat," said Fleur, wriggling her eyebrows at him. "I wonder where the 'ell Bill is, anyway."
"He's probably just getting held up at work. Might not be back till later."
As if on queue, an owl began pecking against the window of the dining room. Fleur glided over to it, untied the letter from the leg of the brown owl, and closed the window. She sat back down at the table and read it aloud: "Fleur, I need to be at ze office to finish up some work. I'm sorry I must miss dinner. I probably won't be back till later. Love you, Bill."
"Well," said Fleur, setting the letter aside. "I guess I'm alone for the night."
"Here," said Charlie, standing up. "Let me help you with the dishes."
Fleur looked up at her brother-in-law, beaming. She picked up her empty plate as she stood.
"That would be wonderful, thank you," she said.
"Bill once told me that you like it when a wizard shows he can do things the muggle way," said Charlie as the two walked over to the large sink.
"Yes, 'e told you correctly."
Fleur started running the water and Charlie handed over his plate. She squirted some soap on the dishes and scrubbed them with a sponge.
"Could you dry ze plates for me, please?" said Fleur, handing Charlie the now clean and dripping wet plates.
Charlie nodded and took the plates. He grabbed a dishtowel and delicately wiped the wet surface of the china. Water droplets dripped onto the scabbed and cut skin of his fingers and palms and he closed his eyes, thinking of of what the water reminded him of. A dripping wet cunt was the first thing that came into his head.
The Weasley looked over at Fleur, who was at the moment washing the silverware and occasionally flipping a strand of hair behind her. His eyes drifted down to her bum, held tightly by the skirt she was wearing. Her legs were long, slender, and smooth. Charlie wondered for just a minute what it would sound like if her creamy white thighs were slapped by his rough hands as he buried his member deep inside her pussy. He wondered if she was loud in bed, and, if so, how loud. God, sometimes he wished he could ask these types of things.
"So, Charlie, when can we expect any children from you?" said Fleur, taking Charlie out of his thoughts. She was desperate for some conversation, to distract her from the absence of her husband. She was getting horny and was pissed that Bill wasn't with her.
"Never," said Charlie, taking the silverware from her and drying them. "I'm much too focused with my dragon studies to settle down and all that."
"Still you are a man, right?" said Fleur, looking at him. "And men 'ave needs...needs that only a woman can satisfy, if you know what I mean?"
"Yes, Fleur," said Charlie, blushing slightly. "And I've been taking care of those needs just fine, thank you very much. And, well, I know Bill doesn't need any help with his needs, not with that fine arse you've got."
Charlie was surprised he had said something so bold. Fleur grabbed the towel from his hands and whipped him with it hard, laughing loudly.
"Ow!" said Charlie, stepping back.
"So you've been looking at my arse 'ave you, now?" she said.
"Please, Fleur, everyone has looked at your arse."
Fleur eyed him for a long moment and noticed, for perhaps the very first time, that he was actually quite handsome. Charlie didn't like her staring at him like that, it caused an uncomfortable stirring in his trousers. When she broke her gaze on him, Charlie's eyes drifted once again to the lower half of her body. He wondered if she was shaved down there...no, he shouldn't be wondering these things. Not about his older brother's wife, at least.
"Well," said Fleur, once the dishes were finally done. "Would you like some more wine?"
"Yes," said Charlie quickly. His wandering eyes got the better of him and as Fleur leaned over the table to grab the glasses and wine that still sat there, her skirt lifted slightly and Charlie allowed himself a peek. He could just barely make out the outline of a pair of black knickers. That's when he knew he would have to take care of the erection growing in his pants.
"Um, actually, no wine for me, thanks...I need to go, er, use the bathroom."
"Okay," said Fleur as she poured herself a glass. "You know where it is."
Charlie nearly ran from the room. He shut himself in the roomy bathroom, released his cock from his trousers, and immediately started stroking. Precum dripped onto his hands as the speed of his stroking increased. An image popped into his mind. Fleur was undressing in front of him. She slowly smeared chocolate over her breasts and on the inside of her thighs, and she asked him so innocently if he would lick it off for her.
"Fuck," Charlie cursed under his breath as he came. He threw his head back as the white fluid spilled into his hand on onto the bathroom floor. Charlie grabbed his wand and quickly performed a cleaning spell. He left the bathroom, feeling quite satisfied at that moment. Sure, it wasn't exactly right of him to be fantasizing about his brother's wife, but as long as he didn't try to turn those fantasies into reality, he wasn't really doing anything wrong, was he?
He found Fleur in the kitchen still, staring out the window into the darkening sky outside. She was clicking her nails impatiently against the counter top, and she set her empty wine glass on the table with a little more force than was necessary.
"I'm sure Bill will be home soon," said Charlie flatly, knowing what she was thinking.
"Yes, I know," said Fleur, refilling her glass. "It is just...'e 'as never missed dinner before, you know? I'm used to doing everything with 'im. So not 'aving Bill 'ere is just weird to me, I suppose." The beautiful woman broke out in a small smile that Charlie could not see because he was standing behind her. "I suppose I'm just peeved because after dinner we would always 'ave a nice shag."
"Okay, didn't need to know that, Fleur, dear," said Charlie, trying to block out the images that instantly popped into his head the second those words escaped Fleur's lips. He thought of Bill fucking her...and perhaps inviting him to sit on the edge of the bed and watch the scene unfold before him. To watch as Bill slipped his long, erect member into Fleur's pussy, dripping wet with need and arousal. And then she would ask him to join them...Charlie shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind of these thoughts.
"Sorry," said Fleur, smiling still.
"Well," said Charlie, stretching. "I do believe I should be going home and call it a night. Thanks for inviting me over for dinner, Fleur. Give my love to my brother for me when he returns."
"Wait," said Fleur, turning to face him. "Why don't you stay 'ere tonight and sleep in the guest room?"
"Why?" said Charlie. He hadn't meant to sound so rude, but at the moment he knew that the last thing he needed was to stay in the presence of his older brother's wife...the woman he had dreamed of fucking the brains out of for so long...
"Well...I was just wondering. Besides, maybe you shouldn't be Apparating at this time...you can't afford to splinch yourself, that's for sure," she said, motioning to his hands. "Your fingers are nearly falling off as it is, ze last thing you need is to 'ave a splinching accident."
"You are very convincing, you know that?" said Charlie, giving up at last. "Maybe it's that gorgeous French accent you have. Okay, I'll stay for the night."
"Great, so, are you going to bed now?" said Fleur, gliding toward him.
"Yeah," said Charlie, trying not to make it obvious that he was backing away from her. "I'm rather tired."
"Well goodnight zen," she said, stretching her arms out to him. Her eyes glided across his chest for just a moment, but it was long enough for her to notice his muscular torso, which was hugged just perfectly by his shirt. She swore she felt a light throbbing sensation in her knickers and she gulped.
Charlie hugged her, having to use all his self control not to immediately move his hands to her bum. He patted her on the back lightly, trying to keep things appropriate, but having Fleur pressed up against him was not helping in the slightest. Her breasts were smashed against his own chest, and her arms were wrapped around his wide shoulders. His nose was in her hair, and he inhaled an intoxicating scent of strawberries and a hint of peaches. He wondered briefly if her cunt smelled like strawberries and peaches...and if it tasted the same.
Fleur gripped him tighter, not wanting this moment to end. Charlie was a strong man and she admitted, just as handsome as Bill. Having their bodies pressed together and the feeling of him patting her back, his hand very slowly inching downward (but staying away from her bum, of course), was causing a very small wetness to pool between her legs. God, she needed to break this embrace now, before she ended up cheating on her husband, but at the same time she didn't want to.
Finally, the hug was broken. The two stared at the other, wondering what to say or do next. Charlie broke the silence by clearing his throat.
"So," he said finally, "Goodnight, Fleur."
"Goodnight, Charlie," said Fleur quietly as she watched him walk toward the guest bedroom.
It was much later that night that Fleur found herself kicking the covers and sheets off her body angrily. She was covered in droplets of sweat. Blimey, how she hated these hot, humid nights. Fleur looked over at the other side of the bed. It was still empty. Bill was still not home.
She turned and squinted in the darkness, her eyes searching for the blaring red light of the muggle digital alarm clock that sat on a small table near the bed. Finally, her eyes adjusted and found it: it was nearly eleven o'clock at night.
She groaned and lifted herself from the bed. After grabbing a towel, Fleur quietly stepped out of the house and headed toward the body of water outside Shell Cottage. Once she made it to the edge of the water, she reached her slender arms up and pulled her ghostly white nightgown off, leaving her as naked as the day she was born. She threw her nightgown onto the earth below. Then she unfolded her large yellowish towel and spread it across the ground for when she was done soaking.
Fleur dipped the top of her toe in the water to test the temperature. It was perfect.
The woman slipped into the water, feeling instant relief from the heat. Fleur ran a hand through her wet blonde hair, moaning lightly to herself. Her body floated easily, and she closed her eyes, loving the feeling of the cool water providing a shelter of some sort from the hot night.
Little did she know that Charlie Weasley was only several feet behind her. He had gone out to take a walk, attempting to ease his spinning mind after yet again pleasuring himself while thinking of Fleur. He had saw her slip her gown off, and was just able to make out the outline of her arse before she had slipped into the water. He cock gave an involuntary twitch.
He needed to march back up to the cottage immediately, go back to sleep, and forget about seeing Fleur naked. That's what he needed to do. But that's not at all what he wanted to do.
Gathering all the boldness he possessed, Charlie walked swiftly to the water and began tearing his clothes off, hoping to finish the job before he lost his courage.
It took Fleur a moment to realize someone had joined her, because she was so lost in bliss. In fact, only when Charlie slipped into the water, causing small waves to interrupt the stillness, was when Fleur opened her eyes and turned to see who it was.
When she saw Charlie next to her with his chest and arms exposed, her heart gave a small flutter.
"Glad to see you could join me," she breathed.
"Yeah," said Charlie, inching closer to her. "Me too."
Fleur was tempted to look down, to see if Charlie was fully naked as she was. Her arms were at her sides, helping to keep her afloat, leaving her creamy breasts quite visible. Charlie's eyes darted down to them, taking in their full shape, the milky hue, and the small, reddish pink nipples in the center, which were quite hard and resembled pebbles.
"Staring at something?" asked Fleur, smiling.
"Um, no," said Charlie, forcing his eyes to look elsewhere.
"It is a shame not 'aving Bill here to join us," she said. "He can be such a workaholic sometimes."
"If Bill were here, I'm sure you wouldn't be down here in the water," Charlie said.
"Oh really?" Fleur asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. "And where would I be zen?"
"You'd be in your bedroom, having Bill fuck you senseless."
He didn't know how those words had come out, but they did. He looked at Fleur, wondering if she would slap him for saying such a thing.
Her response surprised Charlie, but pleased him all the same.
"I guess so..." he said, his eyes darting to her breasts again. His cock was now growing hard and he silently prayed that Fleur would not look down and see his erect member.
"Charlie, may I ask you a question?"
"Is zat erection I see because of me?"
Damn, she had seen it. He looked down. His cock was now standing nearly straight up. Charlie had to admit, it was a hard thing not to notice.
"And why is zat?"
"Because...well, your beautiful, Fleur. You might very well be the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life."
They were very close now, only mere inches kept them apart.
"I'm rather aroused right now, you know," she said.
"Well...Bill can help you with that. When he's home."
"What if I don't want to wait?"
Charlie stared down at the beautiful woman. What did she mean by that?
"Are you asking me to – I – what?"
"Yes," said Charlie huskily. He closed the gap between them, their lips meeting at last.
Fleur's mouth tasted like everything he dreamed of and more. He sucked on her thin lips roughly. Her tongue grazed across his bottom lip, requesting entrance. Charlie opened his mouth, allowing her in. He was going to make this kiss last as long as he could.
Her mouth tasted of the minty toothpaste she used, and Charlie found himself darting his tongue as deep into her mouth as he could. He had never had a long term girlfriend or sexual partner, but out of the few girls he had snogged, he had never snogged any of them with such wonderful, ecstatic, and arousing passion.
He was going to have her tonight.
"Fuck," said Charlie, breaking the kiss. "Go lay on the towel."
Fleur was already swimming away from him and Bill turned and followed her, his cock now uncomfortably hard. Tonight was to be the night that his fantasies (both of theirs, really) were to be fulfilled.
Charlie gently pushed her down on the yellow towel she had laid out. The water from their bodies dotted the towel. He took a moment to take in the sight of her body: the full milky white orbs that were her breasts, her flat stomach, long slender legs and arms...
Finally his eyes rested on her entrance: a beautiful pussy that was shaved bare. She was wet, a little drop of liquid escaped her lips and landed on the towel, leaving a dark spot on the material.
"Wow," breathed Fleur, staring at his erect manhood, only several inches away from her wanting womanhood. They were in the perfect position, he could wham into her right now if he wanted, but instead he grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide.
He bent down, lowering his face to her pussy. It was right in front of him, the pink flesh that was dripping with arousal, just for him. Fuck, her scent was killing him. She smelled better than the few women he had been with. Her pussy had a strong, delicious aroma that reminded him of apples with honey.
Charlie stuck his tongue out just an inch, and grazed it across the outside of her lips. Fleur let out a loud moan, her hands grasping his hair. She pushed his face forward and Charlie obeyed her silent command, sticking his tongue inside her at last.
His tongue bumped against her clit and he slowly began tongue fucking her, gathering up her juices in each slurp. She was so warm, Charlie felt as though he was holding his tongue over a cackling fire.
Fleur's hands were now tugging on his hair and pushing his face forward, forcing his tongue deeper into her walls. Charlie found her clit again and enclosed his lips around it, slowly sucking on it. Fleur threw her head back against the towel, her legs shaking violently. She managed to gain control of them and wrapped them around Charlie's strong shoulders.
Charlie sucked for a few moments, then introduced his teeth. He bit down on it lightly, nearly sending Fleur over the edge. She began rocking up against his face furiously, her hands in her hair, her head thrown back, and her mouth hanging open. Her eyes were closed in bliss and she let out several loud grunts, knowing she was close.
"Oh, Charlie," she panted out. "I'm going to...I'm going to...Fuck!" she cursed loudly when Charlie stopped and removed his face from her pussy. He rose his torso, looking down at her blissful expression.
He grabbed her thighs and pounded into her, her hot wetness enveloping him at last. Fleur groaned in ecstasy. She grabbed the cheeks of his arse and squeezed the flesh tightly. She raked them, leaving marks with her sharp fingernails. Charlie knew he wasn't going to last long like this.
As he pounded into her, her breasts jiggled. Charlie reached up with one hand and grabbed the left one, massaging it and pinching the nipple. God, he could play with her breasts forever.
Fleur gave his arse a hard slap, groaning his name. Just as Charlie felt her about to spasm around him, he pulled out of her and his cum squirted from the tip of his member and onto Fleur's breasts and stomach. Fleur gave a wicked smile at the sight of the white liquid dripping down her body.
She wasn't done with him. Not yet.
Giving him only several seconds to regain his breath, Fleur flipped them over so she was now on top of him. She looked into his eyes for any signs of protest, not that she expected to find any, of course. Charlie nodded eagerly and grabbed her hips.
Fleur slowly sank down onto his cock. The feeling of him filling her up sent bursts of pleasure rushing through her petite frame. She slammed her hands down on Charlie's nipples as she bounced on top him, grinding his cock into her pussy with such passion and roughness that Charlie had to bite his lip and try hard to keep from releasing within the first five seconds.
Seeing Fleur on top of him sent Charlie's heart racing. Her breasts bounced and slapped loudly against her skin as she continued to ride him, her beautiful face now dotted with sweat. She massaged his chest, pinching his erect nipples. She bent down, placed a hungry kiss on his lips, and slowly ran her tongue over the line of fine hair on his chest.
She leaned back up, and Charlie took the opportunity to grab her right breast in his large hand. He kneaded it, sending several shivers down Fleur's spine.
"Fuck, Fleur...I'm gonna ... bloody hell!" he said as he finally released, his cum spilling inside her hot pussy, filling the woman up with his seed.
Fleur only had to grind against him for another second before she came as well, her pussy clenching and throbbing around his now softening cock.
"Charlie," she moaned as the wonderful spasms shook her body. She collapsed on his chest, her lovely blonde hair spread everywhere.
The two closed their eyes and panted softly as the last waves of their orgasms subsided. Fleur drew random patterns on Charlie's chest, smiling to herself. It was a few minutes before either of them said anything, the only sounds being the sound of their heavy breathing.
"You know," Charlie said at last, after about the third minute of silence, "It would be pretty damn fun if we continued this in the water, wouldn't it?" He perked an eyebrow at her and smirked.
Fleur beamed up at him.
"Yes," she said coolly.
The two jumped up and ran into the cold water, splashing the liquid into their faces, the cool droplets mixing with the beads of sweat on their bodies. Fleur pulled Charlie into a fierce kiss, her teeth nipping on his bottom lip. Charlie was already aroused again and he was determined to do the same to her. He broke the kiss, instead placing small, light kisses on her cheeks and forehead.
Without any warning, Fleur wrapped her arms around Charlie's shoulders and jumped on him, her legs wrapping around his waist. She could feel his hardness teasing her pussy, and she became wet again.
They fell into the water, lips connecting again in a sloppy kiss, ready to make love again.