Happy Birthday, Tam! Have a Fic
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lightofdayeTitle: Spare the Rod(s)…
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bill/Victoire/Charlie, Bill/Victoire, Charlie/Fleur (past, implied), spoiler: Bill/Charlie
Word Count: ~3,000
Content: Incest (father/daughter, uncle/niece, spoiler: brother/brother) and inherent consent issues. Infidelity. Threesome. Double-penetration (spit-roast) Rough sex. Derogatory/misogynistic language. Dirty talk. Bondage/restraint. Bipolar behaviour.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: When Charlie comes to visit, he discovers that Bill has an unconventional way of punishing his rebellious daughter for breaking curfew.
A/n:Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamlane on the occasion of her birthday. Based on an unclaimed prompt she left at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_kinkfest 2014. Read those content tags carefully and pay attention people, this is not my usual fare.
Charlie Weasley lay flat on his back on the bed in Shell Cottage’s Guest Bedroom. He often stayed at Bill and Fleur’s when he was in England, though upon Fleur’s insistence only when Bill was also in residence. Apparently she didn’t trust herself to be alone with him. Not Again, anyway, Charlie thought with a slight chuckle to himself.
He rolled onto his side to look at the glowing numbers on the battery operated travel clock his dad had given him a couple of birthdays ago: 1 56. He slumped back down on to his pillow. He’d slept so much more easily when he was young. It wouldn’t matter if the wind was howling outside, rattling his window in the frame, or if it was still baking hot or if he was lying on his side so as not to put weight on a fresh burn; as soon as his head touched a pillow he was out like a light, assuming he was alone in that bed of course, which had happened less often than people thought.
But then in the old days, he had been worn out of a long day of dodging dragonfire and dragon claws while making his observations, after a day of proper work a man needed his rest. Here Charlie was four days into a weeklong conference on Magical Creatures at the Newt Scamander Foundation and he couldn’t sleep a wink.
Not that he was alone in that, on the ground floor below him, he could hear Bill Weasley pacing up and down his living room, he could just hear the murmur that he assumed was Bill’s sullen, angry muttering even if he couldn’t make out the precise words.
Of course, unlike him Bill had good to reason to be awake, it was two in the morning and Victoire had not returned home from her evening on the town yet. Thinking about his eldest niece, Charlie could understand why Bill would worry. At eighteen, Victoire was pretty much at her peak. The combination of her mother’s silvery blonde hair and her dad’s red had ended up not as the strawberry blonde Dominique and Louis had got but as a glorious full golden blonde coupled with her dad’s blue eyes and long limbs and other assets inherited from her mother… well Victoire would have to beat boys off with her wand, and that was assuming she actually had any inclination to.
Given his observations of his brothers Charlie thought it would enough to give a father a heart attack. He was glad that he’d never become one, at least as far as he knew. Comforted by the idea that it was not his problem, Charlie closed his eyes and tried once more to get to sleep.
He must have at least half-succeeded. He was dozing when he heard the front door open and close and then he heard a bass rumble that had to be Bill and a higher pitched reply by the time he had come completely awake, the noises had changed. There were still high pitched noises, but there was no deep reply. In fact it didn’t sound like voices at all.
It sounded like screaming; Short, high pitched shrieks echoing out from the living room.
Charlie frowned, wondering what on earth Bill could be doing to her. A brief image appeared in his mind’s eye of his teenage niece bent over Bill’s lap being spanked. He chuckled nervously, Bill wasn’t a saint but Charlie didn’t believe he’d have ever directed physical force at his kids even when they were little, now they were more or less grown up it was unimaginable.
He shouldn’t interfere, he thought: Bill’s house, Bill’s kid, Bill’s rules. It wasn’t his place to get involved. But then Victoire was of age now, so technically it wasn’t Bill’s place either and Charlie liked to think it was the role of a good uncle to help his nieces and nephews get away with things.
Charlie slid out of bed, and pulled on yesterday’s jeans and white t-shirt to cover his nudity. Quietly he slipped out of the bedroom and padded down the stairs. The door to the lounge was ajar, casting a flickering strip of light across the entrance hall’s carpet. Stepping close to the door, Charlie put his hand to it and, feeling an unaccountable feeling of trepidation, gave it a push. Slowly the door swung open.
Victoire had in fact returned home. And she must be incredibly drunk Charlie thought. She was struggling to rise from the armchair, only to repeatedly fall back into it with a surprised squeal. Then Charlie’s brain caught up with his eyes and Charlie realised what he was really seeing and his jaw dropped.
Bill sat in the armchair, entirely naked. Victorie was straddling him; her arms held tightly behind her back with Bill’s arms gripping her just above the elbows, each time she rose up, he tugged hard on her limbs pulling her back down so she was impaled on his cock.
Stunned, Charlie watched the process three or four times. Victorie crying out softly each time, she fell back down, her breasts swaying as if unsupported, and her fine hair shaking tossed about wildly with the motion of her body, then he caught sight of her blue eyes through the curtain of hair, their gazes met.
“Uncle Charlie!” She exclaimed about as shakily as Charlie felt, both her and Bill’s heads whipped around towards him.
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Charlie said.
“Disciplining her,” Bill said in an utterly matter-of-fact tone, as if he wasn’t fucking his own daughter in his living room. Victoire had stopped moving and instead sank complete down on Bill’s lap.
“T-that is what you’re calling this?”
“Sure,” he said in the same maddeningly calm voice. “Now come in and close the door.”
Charlie wasn’t sure why he did it but after all these years following his older brother’s lead was something that had become ingrained into him. The door snapped shut behind him.
“So she was a little late back home,” Charlie said hoarsely, “that’s no reason to… to….” He couldn’t even say it.
“No reason? Have you seen what she wore out today?”
Charlie eyes raked over Victorie’s body. She was wearing a bright pink t-shirt, sheer enough so that he could see the tips of them clearly pushing the fabric out. The skirt was even worse, it wasn’t much more than a broad belt with a white lacey frill around the bottom, and her knickers were the mere fragment of cloth tangled around the top of knee-high high-heeled boots.
It was a testament to his age, or perhaps the fact that he seemed to be the one in the room who cared about familial links, that Charlie’s first thought on seeing her clothes was ‘oh Merlin that’s an impractical get up’ but then the full impact of the outfit hit him and he felt an absurdly eager surge in his loins and his jeans start to tent up.
Victoire noticed. Her eyes started on his face, but they kept trailing down to his jean fronts and then away, as if embarrassed, as if she had any right to be embarrassed considering what else she was doing.
“It’s a little adventurous , I’ll admit.” Charlie said, trying desperately to sound unaffected by the whole thing.
“Adventurous?!” Bill barked out a laugh. “You mean that she can’t resist dressing up all slutty for that damned Lupin boy.”
“Daaad!!” Victoire wailed, speaking for the first time and in a tone of voice entirely at odds with her previous excited moans. “How many times do I have to tell you? Teddy ditched me. Ran off with that Greengrass slag instead, didn’t he?”
“So you’ve been slutting it up for anyone in the club that would have you? That’s not better, luv,” He growled twisting at her arms slightly causing Victoire to yelp. “What have I always told you Vikki?”
“It’s alright if I stay out all night and act like slut. So longer as you get to treat me like one when I get home.” Victoire recited. Her eyes still locked on Charlie, her voice defiant as if daring him to speak up about the arrangement. Instead Charlie’s attention focused, on her lips and the light pink lipstick covering their full pouty shape.
“Yes. And you’ve been very slutty today. And so loud. Waking up your poor old Uncle Charlie so he’d come and find us. What do you have to say to that?”
“I’m sorry I woke you, Uncle Charlie.” Her eyes met his again briefly before darting downwards and then, shifting where she sat slightly, back towards her father, her voice suddenly sweet and hopeful. “Perhaps I should make it up to him?”
“See what she’s like?” Bill said to Charlie with the half smile and shrug that had always meant kids, eh?. “Still she had got a point.” He continued and then suddenly stood up; throwing Victoire entirely onto the floor with a collection of thumps and squeaks of surprise.
“On all fours on the rug, Victoire. Now.” Bill snapped harshly. Then he turned back to Charlie and said in his usual easy going voice. “I think I need to ask you to help me, Charlie. You up for it?”
“What?” spluttered Charlie, still mentally at least half a step behind things.
“Well, I’ve got to complete her punishment of course. Discipline is very important after all. But I need you to keep her quiet. We don’t want to wake anyone else up do we? C’mon little brother, I need your help.”
That was the appeal that always worked, the big brother admitting weakness, that he needed one of his younger, lesser brother’s assistance. Charlie stumbled across the room to where his niece obediently waited on all fours.
As soon as he stepped in front of her, her hand reached out, pulling down his flies. Not one, for half measures, Charlie undid the button of his jeans and let them fall to the ground.
“Hmm. Uncle Charlie.” Victoire said in pleased tones. Her tongue licking across her lips, a few shades darker than those painted tiers.
“Get to it now, girl.” Bill said as he stepped up behind her, his dick angling for her pussy once more.
Her tongue reached out almost shyly and licked the tip of Charlie’s cock. Charlie felt a shiver run up and down his body at the touch, coming to full hardness as Victoire swirled her tongue over his cockhead.
“Oh Hell,” Charlie whimpered as her soft lips wrapped full around his shaft just behind the head. His hands fell; his fingers ran through those gloriously golden silky smooth locks. His cock slipped deeper into her mouth as his hips started an automatic gentle rolling motion.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s good, baby.” Bill said fondly but he was not looking at where he was pumping his daughter’s pussy but where Charlie’s cock disappeared into her mouth. Charlie saw a gleam of something like triumph in Bill’s eyes and realised whatever moral high ground he might have taken was thoroughly dashed and remembered that Bill hadn’t gotten to be head boy because he was any better behaved than the younger Weasley boys.
But because he was so much better at not getting caught.
Then Victorie moaned slightly around her mouthful of cock and the vibrations caught Charlie’s complete attention. Each little push of his hips took Charlie deeper, while Victorie strained to please him, sucking on his shaft and her tongue lathering messily over the underside of his shaft. One particular thrust caused her to gag slightly. Surprised, Charlie looked down, and locked eyes with Victorie, who was wide eyed and suddenly despite having her lips splayed around his cock, looked young and innocent. Automatically he eased up his thrusts, going more easily.
“Harder, Charlie,” Bill growled from the other end.“We’re trying to punish her, remember?”
He matched words to actions, slamming into her with such force, Charlie could hear the slapping sound of him crashing into her arse, could feel the shock carried down the length of her.
Bill locked his gaze on Charlie. His face was not its usual genially laidback expression, but hard and stony; scars Charlie thought softened by age stood out in stark relief. Urged on by that expression, Charlie’s hips worked faster, moving him in and out of the warmth of Victoire’s mouth, even as drool bubbled and frothed over her lips and his cock.
Victoire writhed excitedly between them, her body moving forward and backwards with the flow of things. Remembering the way those perfect tits had bounced when Bill had fucked her, Charlie’s hands moved beneath her body, but the t-shirt was already bunched up around her armpits and the way was blocked: Bill had beaten him to it.
“Harder.” Bill demanded again and again he led the way, his cock pistoning in and out of Victoire with increasing force. Charlie’s hands returned to Victoire’s hair, twisting it around his fingers and holding on tight as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go.
Victoire gagged loudly as he did so but the look in Bill’s eyes prevented him from slowing down. It hardly mattered about his niece’s arms and legs now Charlie thought. His and Bill’s grip on her was so hard it would probably could keep her aloft on its own or at least in combination with their cocks. She couldn’t go with the flow herself either she was entirely at the mercy of their bodies’ fucking her at both ends with their own rhythm. Although he thought he felt her shake and quiver at times, Charlie had no idea if she was actually enjoying this.
“That’s it Charlie. Fuck her raw. We got to make sure she remembers this. Got to make sure she’s still sore the next time she goes out. Remembers what happens when she’s a slut.”
If his words registered with Victoire, she could make no retort. Bill had fallen almost into time with Charlie, his thrusts a fraction of a second behind his brother’s. So Victorie gagged loudly around Charlie’s cock and then her moans were muffled as Bill fucked her. Two very large damp spots were forming on the rug beneath them, Charlie realised, one where Victoire’s spit and drool was dripping off her chin and onto the floor and the other from where Bill’s cock was splitting her cunt open.
“Merlin, girl. I’m going to come all over you, just like you want.” Bill gasped and looking down Charlie saw that his brother had pulled himself free of Victoire’s pussy and pushed his cock between her arse cheeks instead fucking that cleavage as come spurted and dribbled out of his member, painting his daughter’s flushed skin white.
The sight of it sent Charlie over the edge as well, only he didn’t bother to pull out. Victoire’s noise of surprise and attempt to withdraw from him went entirely ignored as his cock pumped his load in to the back of her mouth.
Lightheaded, Charlie staggered back from her, pulling up his jeans as he retreated. For his part, suddenly Bill seemed relaxed and easy going once more.
“Who’s a good girl then?” He practically cooed. “Oopsy-daisy. Up you get Vikki.”
He pulled Victoire to her feet and fetching a silk handkerchief from a side table, he set to wiping Victoire’s mouth and then pussy clean with apparently gentleness.
“There you go. There you go.” Bill muttered, smoothing her t-shirt down across her chest as far as it would go (barely as far as her belly button, Charlie noted.) and hoisted her knickers back up to their proper position. “Now you understand why I did, don’t you girl?”
“Yes, daddy. Thank you, daddy.”
“Good girl. Now off you go up to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow okay?”
Victoire nodded and walked to the door. As she opened it, she turned back and quickly said;-
“And thank you too, Uncle Charlie.” Before she fled.
After Victoire had left, Charlie shook himself all over like a wet dog. He felt like he was coming to from a deep reverie.
“I…” He started before falling silent. “Did we really just do that?”
“Of course. I told you before. Discipline is important for a family.” Bill said lightly. “Now come on back to bed with you lil’ bro. You’ve got a big day ahead.”
They followed in his niece’s footsteps up the stairs to the landing. The guestroom was first on the right and Charlie gratefully stepped over the threshold, his bed suddenly seemed a lot more inviting than it had a few hours ago. He turned back to close the door and found Bill standing in his doorway.
“Bill, mate,” Charlie started, grinning slightly. “Whatya do-”
Bill slugged him in the gut without the slightest warning. Five (alright ten) years ago that wouldn’t have mattered: Bill’s fist would have just glanced off his work-hardened, invincible abdominal muscles but in the here and now, Bill’s knuckles sank in, driving all the air of him in one great ‘oooof’ noise.
“Bastard!” Bill growled to a stunned Charlie, his whole aspect had changed again, his face was furious. “You think you can get away with this?”
Surprised and winded, Charlie staggered as Bill grabbed him and threw him down across the width of the guest bed. Bill’s hand pressed down on the back of his neck, Charlie was stronger than his older brother but even if he could bring himself to fight back, Bill had all the leverage here.
You think you can get away with it? Get away with face fucking my baby girl? You’ve got another thing coming. You’re a dirty old man Charlie. I think you need to be punished too.” Bill snarled into Charlie’s ear, his body grinding against Charlie’s pinned arse.
Charlie’s breath caught in his throat as Bill’s hand reached around him to tear at his jeans. He could only hope he was going to enjoy his punishment half as much as Victoire had enjoyed hers.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bill/Victoire/Charlie, Bill/Victoire, Charlie/Fleur (past, implied), spoiler: Bill/Charlie
Word Count: ~3,000
Content: Incest (father/daughter, uncle/niece, spoiler: brother/brother) and inherent consent issues. Infidelity. Threesome. Double-penetration (spit-roast) Rough sex. Derogatory/misogynistic language. Dirty talk. Bondage/restraint. Bipolar behaviour.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: When Charlie comes to visit, he discovers that Bill has an unconventional way of punishing his rebellious daughter for breaking curfew.
A/n:Written for
tamlane on the occasion of her birthday. Based on an unclaimed prompt she left at hp_kinkfest 2014. Read those content tags carefully and pay attention people, this is not my usual fare. Charlie Weasley lay flat on his back on the bed in Shell Cottage’s Guest Bedroom. He often stayed at Bill and Fleur’s when he was in England, though upon Fleur’s insistence only when Bill was also in residence. Apparently she didn’t trust herself to be alone with him. Not Again, anyway, Charlie thought with a slight chuckle to himself.
He rolled onto his side to look at the glowing numbers on the battery operated travel clock his dad had given him a couple of birthdays ago: 1 56. He slumped back down on to his pillow. He’d slept so much more easily when he was young. It wouldn’t matter if the wind was howling outside, rattling his window in the frame, or if it was still baking hot or if he was lying on his side so as not to put weight on a fresh burn; as soon as his head touched a pillow he was out like a light, assuming he was alone in that bed of course, which had happened less often than people thought.
But then in the old days, he had been worn out of a long day of dodging dragonfire and dragon claws while making his observations, after a day of proper work a man needed his rest. Here Charlie was four days into a weeklong conference on Magical Creatures at the Newt Scamander Foundation and he couldn’t sleep a wink.
Not that he was alone in that, on the ground floor below him, he could hear Bill Weasley pacing up and down his living room, he could just hear the murmur that he assumed was Bill’s sullen, angry muttering even if he couldn’t make out the precise words.
Of course, unlike him Bill had good to reason to be awake, it was two in the morning and Victoire had not returned home from her evening on the town yet. Thinking about his eldest niece, Charlie could understand why Bill would worry. At eighteen, Victoire was pretty much at her peak. The combination of her mother’s silvery blonde hair and her dad’s red had ended up not as the strawberry blonde Dominique and Louis had got but as a glorious full golden blonde coupled with her dad’s blue eyes and long limbs and other assets inherited from her mother… well Victoire would have to beat boys off with her wand, and that was assuming she actually had any inclination to.
Given his observations of his brothers Charlie thought it would enough to give a father a heart attack. He was glad that he’d never become one, at least as far as he knew. Comforted by the idea that it was not his problem, Charlie closed his eyes and tried once more to get to sleep.
He must have at least half-succeeded. He was dozing when he heard the front door open and close and then he heard a bass rumble that had to be Bill and a higher pitched reply by the time he had come completely awake, the noises had changed. There were still high pitched noises, but there was no deep reply. In fact it didn’t sound like voices at all.
It sounded like screaming; Short, high pitched shrieks echoing out from the living room.
Charlie frowned, wondering what on earth Bill could be doing to her. A brief image appeared in his mind’s eye of his teenage niece bent over Bill’s lap being spanked. He chuckled nervously, Bill wasn’t a saint but Charlie didn’t believe he’d have ever directed physical force at his kids even when they were little, now they were more or less grown up it was unimaginable.
He shouldn’t interfere, he thought: Bill’s house, Bill’s kid, Bill’s rules. It wasn’t his place to get involved. But then Victoire was of age now, so technically it wasn’t Bill’s place either and Charlie liked to think it was the role of a good uncle to help his nieces and nephews get away with things.
Charlie slid out of bed, and pulled on yesterday’s jeans and white t-shirt to cover his nudity. Quietly he slipped out of the bedroom and padded down the stairs. The door to the lounge was ajar, casting a flickering strip of light across the entrance hall’s carpet. Stepping close to the door, Charlie put his hand to it and, feeling an unaccountable feeling of trepidation, gave it a push. Slowly the door swung open.
Victoire had in fact returned home. And she must be incredibly drunk Charlie thought. She was struggling to rise from the armchair, only to repeatedly fall back into it with a surprised squeal. Then Charlie’s brain caught up with his eyes and Charlie realised what he was really seeing and his jaw dropped.
Bill sat in the armchair, entirely naked. Victorie was straddling him; her arms held tightly behind her back with Bill’s arms gripping her just above the elbows, each time she rose up, he tugged hard on her limbs pulling her back down so she was impaled on his cock.
Stunned, Charlie watched the process three or four times. Victorie crying out softly each time, she fell back down, her breasts swaying as if unsupported, and her fine hair shaking tossed about wildly with the motion of her body, then he caught sight of her blue eyes through the curtain of hair, their gazes met.
“Uncle Charlie!” She exclaimed about as shakily as Charlie felt, both her and Bill’s heads whipped around towards him.
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Charlie said.
“Disciplining her,” Bill said in an utterly matter-of-fact tone, as if he wasn’t fucking his own daughter in his living room. Victoire had stopped moving and instead sank complete down on Bill’s lap.
“T-that is what you’re calling this?”
“Sure,” he said in the same maddeningly calm voice. “Now come in and close the door.”
Charlie wasn’t sure why he did it but after all these years following his older brother’s lead was something that had become ingrained into him. The door snapped shut behind him.
“So she was a little late back home,” Charlie said hoarsely, “that’s no reason to… to….” He couldn’t even say it.
“No reason? Have you seen what she wore out today?”
Charlie eyes raked over Victorie’s body. She was wearing a bright pink t-shirt, sheer enough so that he could see the tips of them clearly pushing the fabric out. The skirt was even worse, it wasn’t much more than a broad belt with a white lacey frill around the bottom, and her knickers were the mere fragment of cloth tangled around the top of knee-high high-heeled boots.
It was a testament to his age, or perhaps the fact that he seemed to be the one in the room who cared about familial links, that Charlie’s first thought on seeing her clothes was ‘oh Merlin that’s an impractical get up’ but then the full impact of the outfit hit him and he felt an absurdly eager surge in his loins and his jeans start to tent up.
Victoire noticed. Her eyes started on his face, but they kept trailing down to his jean fronts and then away, as if embarrassed, as if she had any right to be embarrassed considering what else she was doing.
“It’s a little adventurous , I’ll admit.” Charlie said, trying desperately to sound unaffected by the whole thing.
“Adventurous?!” Bill barked out a laugh. “You mean that she can’t resist dressing up all slutty for that damned Lupin boy.”
“Daaad!!” Victoire wailed, speaking for the first time and in a tone of voice entirely at odds with her previous excited moans. “How many times do I have to tell you? Teddy ditched me. Ran off with that Greengrass slag instead, didn’t he?”
“So you’ve been slutting it up for anyone in the club that would have you? That’s not better, luv,” He growled twisting at her arms slightly causing Victoire to yelp. “What have I always told you Vikki?”
“It’s alright if I stay out all night and act like slut. So longer as you get to treat me like one when I get home.” Victoire recited. Her eyes still locked on Charlie, her voice defiant as if daring him to speak up about the arrangement. Instead Charlie’s attention focused, on her lips and the light pink lipstick covering their full pouty shape.
“Yes. And you’ve been very slutty today. And so loud. Waking up your poor old Uncle Charlie so he’d come and find us. What do you have to say to that?”
“I’m sorry I woke you, Uncle Charlie.” Her eyes met his again briefly before darting downwards and then, shifting where she sat slightly, back towards her father, her voice suddenly sweet and hopeful. “Perhaps I should make it up to him?”
“See what she’s like?” Bill said to Charlie with the half smile and shrug that had always meant kids, eh?. “Still she had got a point.” He continued and then suddenly stood up; throwing Victoire entirely onto the floor with a collection of thumps and squeaks of surprise.
“On all fours on the rug, Victoire. Now.” Bill snapped harshly. Then he turned back to Charlie and said in his usual easy going voice. “I think I need to ask you to help me, Charlie. You up for it?”
“What?” spluttered Charlie, still mentally at least half a step behind things.
“Well, I’ve got to complete her punishment of course. Discipline is very important after all. But I need you to keep her quiet. We don’t want to wake anyone else up do we? C’mon little brother, I need your help.”
That was the appeal that always worked, the big brother admitting weakness, that he needed one of his younger, lesser brother’s assistance. Charlie stumbled across the room to where his niece obediently waited on all fours.
As soon as he stepped in front of her, her hand reached out, pulling down his flies. Not one, for half measures, Charlie undid the button of his jeans and let them fall to the ground.
“Hmm. Uncle Charlie.” Victoire said in pleased tones. Her tongue licking across her lips, a few shades darker than those painted tiers.
“Get to it now, girl.” Bill said as he stepped up behind her, his dick angling for her pussy once more.
Her tongue reached out almost shyly and licked the tip of Charlie’s cock. Charlie felt a shiver run up and down his body at the touch, coming to full hardness as Victoire swirled her tongue over his cockhead.
“Oh Hell,” Charlie whimpered as her soft lips wrapped full around his shaft just behind the head. His hands fell; his fingers ran through those gloriously golden silky smooth locks. His cock slipped deeper into her mouth as his hips started an automatic gentle rolling motion.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s good, baby.” Bill said fondly but he was not looking at where he was pumping his daughter’s pussy but where Charlie’s cock disappeared into her mouth. Charlie saw a gleam of something like triumph in Bill’s eyes and realised whatever moral high ground he might have taken was thoroughly dashed and remembered that Bill hadn’t gotten to be head boy because he was any better behaved than the younger Weasley boys.
But because he was so much better at not getting caught.
Then Victorie moaned slightly around her mouthful of cock and the vibrations caught Charlie’s complete attention. Each little push of his hips took Charlie deeper, while Victorie strained to please him, sucking on his shaft and her tongue lathering messily over the underside of his shaft. One particular thrust caused her to gag slightly. Surprised, Charlie looked down, and locked eyes with Victorie, who was wide eyed and suddenly despite having her lips splayed around his cock, looked young and innocent. Automatically he eased up his thrusts, going more easily.
“Harder, Charlie,” Bill growled from the other end.“We’re trying to punish her, remember?”
He matched words to actions, slamming into her with such force, Charlie could hear the slapping sound of him crashing into her arse, could feel the shock carried down the length of her.
Bill locked his gaze on Charlie. His face was not its usual genially laidback expression, but hard and stony; scars Charlie thought softened by age stood out in stark relief. Urged on by that expression, Charlie’s hips worked faster, moving him in and out of the warmth of Victoire’s mouth, even as drool bubbled and frothed over her lips and his cock.
Victoire writhed excitedly between them, her body moving forward and backwards with the flow of things. Remembering the way those perfect tits had bounced when Bill had fucked her, Charlie’s hands moved beneath her body, but the t-shirt was already bunched up around her armpits and the way was blocked: Bill had beaten him to it.
“Harder.” Bill demanded again and again he led the way, his cock pistoning in and out of Victoire with increasing force. Charlie’s hands returned to Victoire’s hair, twisting it around his fingers and holding on tight as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go.
Victoire gagged loudly as he did so but the look in Bill’s eyes prevented him from slowing down. It hardly mattered about his niece’s arms and legs now Charlie thought. His and Bill’s grip on her was so hard it would probably could keep her aloft on its own or at least in combination with their cocks. She couldn’t go with the flow herself either she was entirely at the mercy of their bodies’ fucking her at both ends with their own rhythm. Although he thought he felt her shake and quiver at times, Charlie had no idea if she was actually enjoying this.
“That’s it Charlie. Fuck her raw. We got to make sure she remembers this. Got to make sure she’s still sore the next time she goes out. Remembers what happens when she’s a slut.”
If his words registered with Victoire, she could make no retort. Bill had fallen almost into time with Charlie, his thrusts a fraction of a second behind his brother’s. So Victorie gagged loudly around Charlie’s cock and then her moans were muffled as Bill fucked her. Two very large damp spots were forming on the rug beneath them, Charlie realised, one where Victoire’s spit and drool was dripping off her chin and onto the floor and the other from where Bill’s cock was splitting her cunt open.
“Merlin, girl. I’m going to come all over you, just like you want.” Bill gasped and looking down Charlie saw that his brother had pulled himself free of Victoire’s pussy and pushed his cock between her arse cheeks instead fucking that cleavage as come spurted and dribbled out of his member, painting his daughter’s flushed skin white.
The sight of it sent Charlie over the edge as well, only he didn’t bother to pull out. Victoire’s noise of surprise and attempt to withdraw from him went entirely ignored as his cock pumped his load in to the back of her mouth.
Lightheaded, Charlie staggered back from her, pulling up his jeans as he retreated. For his part, suddenly Bill seemed relaxed and easy going once more.
“Who’s a good girl then?” He practically cooed. “Oopsy-daisy. Up you get Vikki.”
He pulled Victoire to her feet and fetching a silk handkerchief from a side table, he set to wiping Victoire’s mouth and then pussy clean with apparently gentleness.
“There you go. There you go.” Bill muttered, smoothing her t-shirt down across her chest as far as it would go (barely as far as her belly button, Charlie noted.) and hoisted her knickers back up to their proper position. “Now you understand why I did, don’t you girl?”
“Yes, daddy. Thank you, daddy.”
“Good girl. Now off you go up to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow okay?”
Victoire nodded and walked to the door. As she opened it, she turned back and quickly said;-
“And thank you too, Uncle Charlie.” Before she fled.
After Victoire had left, Charlie shook himself all over like a wet dog. He felt like he was coming to from a deep reverie.
“I…” He started before falling silent. “Did we really just do that?”
“Of course. I told you before. Discipline is important for a family.” Bill said lightly. “Now come on back to bed with you lil’ bro. You’ve got a big day ahead.”
They followed in his niece’s footsteps up the stairs to the landing. The guestroom was first on the right and Charlie gratefully stepped over the threshold, his bed suddenly seemed a lot more inviting than it had a few hours ago. He turned back to close the door and found Bill standing in his doorway.
“Bill, mate,” Charlie started, grinning slightly. “Whatya do-”
Bill slugged him in the gut without the slightest warning. Five (alright ten) years ago that wouldn’t have mattered: Bill’s fist would have just glanced off his work-hardened, invincible abdominal muscles but in the here and now, Bill’s knuckles sank in, driving all the air of him in one great ‘oooof’ noise.
“Bastard!” Bill growled to a stunned Charlie, his whole aspect had changed again, his face was furious. “You think you can get away with this?”
Surprised and winded, Charlie staggered as Bill grabbed him and threw him down across the width of the guest bed. Bill’s hand pressed down on the back of his neck, Charlie was stronger than his older brother but even if he could bring himself to fight back, Bill had all the leverage here.
You think you can get away with it? Get away with face fucking my baby girl? You’ve got another thing coming. You’re a dirty old man Charlie. I think you need to be punished too.” Bill snarled into Charlie’s ear, his body grinding against Charlie’s pinned arse.
Charlie’s breath caught in his throat as Bill’s hand reached around him to tear at his jeans. He could only hope he was going to enjoy his punishment half as much as Victoire had enjoyed hers.
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Date: 2014-05-31 01:34 pm (UTC)Yeah, well. I'd say "treat" is an understatement. This is perfect in every way. I can't even.
From the last sentence of that first paragraph, I knew I was in trouble. Is there anything I love more than rogue!Charlie? No, I don't think there is. So a million points to you off the bat for implied infidelity, unf. And Charlie's voice just gets better from there. I adore the line about him feeling it was his obligation as an uncle to get his nieces and nephews out of trouble. *smirk*
And Bill, omfg. His coolness had me shuddering in delight. And then...
“Harder, Charlie,” Bill growled from the other end. “We’re trying to punish her, remember?”
Can't. Cope. Like. Get out of my head, Daye.
And.
Bill locked his gaze on Charlie. His face was not its usual genially laidback expression, but hard and stony; scars Charlie thought softened by age stood out in stark relief.
See me bite right through my fist.
From there on, I'm afraid I have nothing for you but squeals and strings of profanity. And to say that's the Best. Ending. Ever. I obviously didn't see it coming, but of course it made perfect sense when it did, and I doubt I need to tell you how very evil you are for leaving it there. :D
Daye. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!! What a fantastically naughty way to start off my birthday. You are the best. ♥
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Date: 2014-05-31 01:50 pm (UTC)It's locked to you at the moment and untagged so as not to spoil any of the content for you, given your frustration with headers. :P I do have a header to add with warning list as long as my arm when I unlock it in a bit.
It's a great relief to hear you liked the ending! You've mentioned you don't often like Bill/Charlie but it really felt like the perfect ending for the story with the bi-polarish bill tying everything up in a big incesty bow. Yeah, I'm a tease but this was not the time for me to start writing slash for the first time.
Anyway, happy birthday and you're very welcome. You deserve nice things!
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Date: 2014-05-31 02:05 pm (UTC)And other things, but we won't go there.Bill wrestling his little brother onto the bed and having his rough, nasty way with him? Yep, that would be the way I like it. Big incesty bow, LMAO. You're my hero. Is it crazy that I'm sentimentally touched by how filthy you'll get for me? :DDD
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Date: 2014-11-09 09:24 pm (UTC)I love that you've made Charlie the "innocent" one here. Love Bill disciplining Victoire, even needing a hand. Damn hot, that. And I did rather love that surprise in the end. Great job!
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Date: 2014-11-09 09:40 pm (UTC)I'm happy you liked it! Obviously this was more dirty wrong being for Tam, so it seems to have been overlooked by a lot of other people.
I'm glad you liked Charlie! It seemed right to have more innocent in this to contrast Bill's depravity and mood swings. And the surprise slash as well just seemed to fit with the character I'd given Bill here.
Thank you so much for reviewing this fic!