The Weasley boys had always made a competition of everything. Who could eat the most at dinner, hold their breath the longest, and piss the fastest. Even though they were all grown men now, off living their own lives with families and careers, they still made a competition of everything.
After the weekly Sunday night dinner at the Burrow, the brothers found themselves passing several bottles of fire whiskey.
“Charlie, could your trousers be any tighter?” Fred chuckled, noting the tight leather that seemed to be choking him.
Charlie shrugged, “The women love it. Shows off the package.”
Five sets of eyes darted to the glaring bulge at Charlie’s crotch.
George scoffed, “That’s nothing. I bet mine would be bigger if I was caught out in the snow.”
“Well, go on then,” Bill teased. “Show us.”
George stood up and transfigured his trousers into a replica of Charlie’s.
Percy tipped his head to the side as he observed, from across the room. “Still looks a bit smaller.”
“Get up, Charlie,” George demanded.
Charlie stood next to George in the center of the room surrounded by the rest. “Still think I’m bigger, little brother.”
“It’s like comparing grapes to grapes,” Ron laughed.
“You think yours is bigger?” George questioned.
It took a matter of minutes until all five men were in matching leather trousers, their cocks strangled by the material to highlight their bulges. There was bickering as they pointed and measured, holding their hands out at varying distances as they lined themselves up from smallest to largest.
“Yours look identical,” Bill informed the twins.
“No fuckin’ way, mate. Mine’s at least a half inch bigger,” Fred said.
“Wait, turn to the side,” Percy instructed. The twins stood hip to hip as Percy got on his knees and closed one eye to make out the subtle differences.
“It’s the same,” Charlie groaned. “Smaller than Bill’s, but bigger than Percy’s.”
“Right on,” the twins said in tandem, high fiving one another as they took their place between Bill and Percy.
They stood, lined up with Charlie at the end, followed by Bill, Fred and George, Percy, and then Ron.
“Ain’t no way I’m the smallest of the lot,” Ron whined. “I’m at least bigger than Percy.”
“You’re the youngest, so I feel by default you have to be at the end,” Bill shrugged.
Ron sighed, “This isn’t fair.”
Suddenly, Ginny entered the living room, her eyebrow raised as she saw her five brothers adorned in leather and standing in a line.
“Wait! Gin, you gotta tell them I’m bigger than Percy! Please!” Ron begged.
“Bigger?” she asked.
“Yeah, my bulge,” Ron gulped.
“This is why you’re lined up?” Ginny asked in confusion.
“Well, yeah,” George and Fred answered.
“You guys are freaks,” she called as she left the living room. “And you’re all small too!”
The Weasley brothers stood, the pull of shame creeping over them as they avoided eye contact with one another.
Perhaps there was no real winner tonight.