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a32;Hermione Granger arrived at the apparation point, shifting her bag onto her shoulder as she regained her bearings. She'd just gotten back to London after spending a few days at a conference in Salem and, as much as she loved her job at the Ministry, she was glad to be home. Fred Weasley, her boyfriend of fourteen months, had been unable to pop in for a visit due to product meetings and a quarterly inventory, so she hadn't seen him in four days, the longest time they'd honestly been apart since their relationship had turned serious nearly a year ago. They'd spoken every evening, late at night when she'd been laying in bed, listening to him describe everything he planned to do to her when she returned. During those stolen moments, she was very thankful that she had insisted on having a Muggle telephone installed in the house he shared with George before agreeing to move in with them recently.


Now, she was finally home, ready to let him do everything he'd talked about as well as doing a few things of her own. She'd missed Fred. Well, actually, she'd missed both the twins. She might be involved with Fred, but George was almost always around. Strangely enough, she didn't mind at all. When she’d first met them, back during her first year at Hogwarts, and during the decade following, she had always considered them mischievous and frustrating and sometimes annoying yet very loyal and occasionally amusing but that had been the extent of her thoughts to the older brothers of one of her best friends.


After they had graduated, she had run into them at various times, during meetings for the Order or family gatherings at the Weasleys or battles during the War, but they’d always just been Fred and George, a bit like older brothers since she considered the Weasleys her surrogate family. Following the end of the War and her subsequent classes at University, doubled up so she could graduate early, she’d not seen either Fred or George for a few years. It was until she’d run into them again at Ginny's wedding to Neville last year that she'd felt an instant attraction to the twins. Yes, to both of them.


Since it had been purely physical, she had no shame admitting that she had seen the tall, broad shouldered, mischievous redheads and felt stirrings inside her tummy that had been rather quiet during the time that most of her friends were infatuated with various boys at their school. She had been focused on helping Harry defeat Voldemort and then concentrated on her studies followed by her new job, having no time for such trivial matters as boys or romance. Surprisingly, Fred and George had seemed to feel the attraction, also. They'd both spent the remainder of the reception flirting with her, both of them competing with one another to gain her attention.


At first, she had assumed it was some prank, flirt with her to distract her so they could embarrass her in some way. However, as the evening had progressed, she’d seen the sincerity in their eyes and realized they were actually seeing her as someone other than Ron’s bookish little friend. She'd been flattered, honestly, because there had been women around that were far prettier than she was, yet they'd spent hours with her. She had discovered that, in addition to becoming rather attractive and quite sexy as they had gotten older, they were also much smarter than she’d realized as well possessing that same cunning and wicked sense of humor that had gotten them into so much trouble during their youth.


She'd somehow been drafted into aiding them in a prank against Ginny, their persuasive skills proving too much for her to resist even as she reminded herself of all the previous pranks she‘d witnessed with varying results. She‘d just been unable to tell them no when they‘d given her the puppy dog eyes and whined. The prank was harmless and Ginny had laughed, confiding that she'd expected some misbehavior from the twins since she was their baby sister before she'd managed to play a prank of her own on the unsuspecting twins, laughing at their proud smiles as she'd left for her honeymoon. By the time Hermione had left the reception, she had an invitation to meet the twins for lunch to ‘catch up‘.


She had spent a month meeting them both, having meals and going out. They became friends, something that they hadn’t ever really been before, and, eventually, she knew she had to choose because she couldn‘t deny that she was beginning to have feelings for them. It was obvious that they were attracted to her and it wasn't fair to any of them to continue the charade of just being friends, not when she fell asleep every night with their faces in her mind.


She liked them both a lot and had no idea whom to choose to pursue a relationship with. They were both a lot alike, more so than most twins she'd met, but they had their differences, too. Subtle little things that most people didn't notice. She got along so well with both of them, was attracted to them both, not just because of their physical similarities but also their personal differences, and she'd never had to make such a difficult decision. She'd finally done it the old-fashioned way. She'd flipped a coin.


Heads, George. Tails, Fred. It had been tails, and Hermione hadn't been dissatisfied with that choice, but she'd felt guilty about George. As it was, he was still always with them, though she and Fred had begun to spend a bit more private time together. After a couple of months of developing their friendship into something more, they'd slept together and it had been amazing. George had accepted their relationship with a grin and seemed pleased that Fred was dating her, occasionally dating various witches but not yet finding anyone he seemed to care much about. He preferred hanging out with her and Fred, and they enjoyed having him around.


A part of Hermione was still half in love with the man that looked so much like her lover, but she loved Fred completely. Their relationship might have started to become more serious due to flipping a coin, but she had fallen in love with him over their months together and her heart fluttered every time he mentioned their future, knowing that he wanted them to marry and have a family together.


She'd never thought about having kids, living with the threat of Voldemort not exactly conducive to planning a future and then focused on her studies and work and never giving much thought to a husband and family. However, she had to admit that she liked the idea of having children with Fred, loving the Weasleys and their closeness, their ability to make friends feel like family.


Molly disapproved of her living with Fred without a wedding ring on her finger, but she seemed pleased her son was in love and happy that Hermione, a girl that was like a daughter to her, had fallen in love with one of her sons so she bit her tongue and refrained from making too many comments about their living situation. Though Hermione had little doubt the hints regarding marriage and children would increase until they finally made things official with a formal ceremony. As for children, she did want to have a family, but not for another few years.


She was working for the Ministry in the Department of Mysteries, and she honestly didn't want to start a family until she was ready to stop doing the dangerous assignments that were few but sometimes necessary for her position. She wasn't twenty-five yet, so she had a couple more years before she would stop the traveling to focus on having children. Luckily, Fred agreed that they were too young to start a family yet, smiling and telling her they could think about that in a few years when they were both ready to grow up and become mature, a word that was always followed by a dramatic shudder and grimace when said by her lover.


Hermione walked down the street half a block from the apparation point, enjoying the cool air of the approaching night, a smile crossing her face as she neared home and Fred. It didn't take her long to reach the broken fence and unpainted door that was, in fact, an entrance to a wizarding community. Their neighbors were young and promising, their area often called a wizarding Notting Hill.


Their house was lovely, several rooms and definite proof of the twins' profitable joke business, without being ostentatious or tacky. Subtle and charming, just like the twins. Hermione shifted her bag on her shoulder as she walked down the street, pleased that she was nearly home. She hoped Fred was finished with the inventory, wanting nothing more than to enjoy a few hours in bed with her lover to make up for their recent time apart. The brunette walked up the few stairs to her door, opening the door and entering her house. She had barely had time to shut the door behind her when lips suddenly claimed hers, her back against the door as Fred welcomed her home.


The kiss was passionate and needy, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, his hands moving along her curves. She wasn't complaining at all, but she was a bit surprised at the nature of the kiss. She loved kissing Fred, their kisses ranging from gentle and sweet to lusty and teasing, but she couldn't remember him ever being so forceful, so consuming. Neither of the twins had much of a temper, shrugging off any anger and using humor or sometimes rather wicked pranks to act out any aggression they might be feeling.


They were easygoing and rolled with the punches that life threw them, both of them a bit carefree and wild at times but somewhat grounded. Even when she tied him to a bed and teased him for hours, Fred had been relaxed and aroused, urging her to continue her game, a smile on his handsome face as he let her play with his body. When she thought about it, which was rather difficult when she really just wanted to shag him against the wall, George was the one that showed just the slightest hint of impatience and control on rare occasions.


Fred was still kissing her as if it was their first kiss, exploring her mouth, his hands moving all over her body as if he'd never touched her before. Something began to nag at the back of her mind, noticing that his kiss was different and so was the way he touched her. It felt good, real good, but it was not what you would call gentle or sweet. His hands, so large and arousing, were all over her. One had worked its way beneath her shirt, one hand tracing the curves of her breasts and the other sliding up her legs, beneath her skirt, cupping her ass as he pulled her against his very prominent erection. She gasped as she felt him against her, desperate to feel him inside her.


It had only been a few days, but he'd teased her with those phone calls, so sexy and seductive, getting her ready for him when she returned. His lips left hers, brushing against her face, kissing her cheeks and moving down her neck, sucking on her flesh as he continued to squeeze her breast and fondle her ass. She could feel the doorknob behind her back, at her side, not a very comfortable position at all.


Hermione moved her hand into his hair, noticing that it was just a bit longer than it was the last time she'd run her fingers through it. She was pretty sure that she could remove his shirt and that she would not find the scratch marks she had left there before leaving for Salem, nor would she find the pale scar on his upper thigh from a Quidditch accident when he was younger. She pulled his head back, whispering, "George, you need to stop."


"Bloody hell," he cursed softly, finally looking at her, confirming her suspicions.


"This door is rather uncomfortable," Hermione informed him, her eyes looking away from his as she searched the room, "Fred? You can come out from wherever you're hiding. Did you really think I wouldn't know the difference? What the Hell is going on?"


"I told you it wouldn't work," George muttered as he turned to glare at his twin as Fred came into view, a sheepish smile on the identical face, though his brown eyes were gleaming with arousal.


"What wouldn't work?" Hermione asked, her eyes moving over her lover as Fred removed the invisibility cloak. Her eyes widened when she noticed the bulge pressing against his trousers, recognizing the evidence of his arousal in his eyes and breathing and that gorgeous hard cock that was trying to bust free from its captivity. He was aroused from watching her snog his twin brother?


"Nothing, just forget it," George said as he continued to glare at Fred, drawing her attention away from her lover.


Hermione studied him for a moment before she began to understand. She knew he liked her, had liked her from the moment they‘d met again at the wedding, but she'd thought it was a bit of a crush that had seemed to go away when she became more serious about Fred. He'd never given any indication that he was still interested in her as anything other than a friend, seemingly pleased that she and his brother were happy.


Judging from the look in his eyes when he glanced at her as well as the passionate way he'd kissed her, it would appear that George Weasley was a pretty damn good actor because he'd completely had her fooled for the last year. She felt guilty as she remembered all the times she and Fred would snuggle and kiss sweetly, never having any idea that George would be bothered by the small displays of affection. She sighed softly, her hand moving through her long curly hair as she said, "I'm sorry, George. I had no idea."


"I had suspicions," Fred spoke up, giving his lover a tender smile, "he fancied you the moment he saw you again at Gin's wedding, just as I did. To be completely honest, we both rather fancied you even when we shouldn’t have been looking, back when we thought you’d end up with Ronneikins Surely you knew that we both wanted you, love? We weren't very subtle about our interest, after all. When you chose me, Gred was disappointed but happy for me. He didn't get over you, love."


"You wanker! You said you wouldn't tell her!" George practically snarled, embarrassed beyond belief by what was going on, wishing he had his wand so he could simply apparate somewhere else so he could think of a suitable revenge for his twin.


"Never said that, brother dear," Fred grinned, ignoring the death glare George was sending him. He looked at Hermione and saw that she didn't look all that surprised. He knew he'd won her because of some silly Muggle tradition involving a coin, knew she'd been just as interested in George when they'd met again and even now had a bit of a crush on his twin, though he had no doubt that she loved him and wanted a future with him. The thing was that he felt bad for George.


He knew how great Hermione was, loved her completely and thought she was not only the prettiest witch in the world but also the most brilliant and sweetest and a right amazing shag. He'd finally confronted his brother when Hermione had gone to that boring conference, having spent the last few months watching and noticing that George did have feelings for the brunette witch. George had denied it at first but finally admitted it when he saw that Fred was being stubborn and refusing to accept the silly excuses anymore.


Seeing his brother unhappy and heartbroken had caused Fred to do a lot of serious thinking over the last couple of days. He had finally suggested this plan, pretty certain Hermione would know the difference and that would give them a chance to talk about it. He wanted George to be happy, loving his twin more than any other person in the world, Hermione being a close second and the rest of his family following after.


Besides, he had a feeling Hermione would definitely find his idea intriguing and he had certainly been aroused watching George snog his lover, almost like looking in a mirror. He wanted to see them shag, felt no jealousy whatsoever about sharing his lover with his twin, and actually thought they could have a pretty damn good relationship between the three of them. He caught Hermione's eyes, making sure she could see the sincerity in his own brown eyes as he said, "Hermione, I love you. I want to marry you and make a life with you. I also love George, he's my twin and best friend."


"Fred, I love you too," Hermione said softly, her lips curving into an affectionate smile as she asked, "Are you sure? There can be no going back if we do this. It's unusual and strange, but it feels right."


"I'm sure," Fred nodded before smiling, "didn't you know? Twins share everything."


"I didn't receive that memo, but I'm not complaining," Hermione laughed softly before she leaned up and kissed her lover deeply, wondering if she could actually do this. Sure, she had loved them both for over a year, but a relationship with two men, brothers, twins! Society frowned upon such taboos, a lot of people wouldn't understand, it could end up making things awkward and difficult. What would Molly say? Ron? Harry? Did she really care if she was happy and the men she loved were happy?


After the kiss ended, she looked at George, saw him watching them with confusion and arousal, and she realized that she didn't care what anyone else thought. She did love George, wanted to be with him, had only ever dreamed about being able to have them both in her life. There was no jealousy between Fred and George, only love and friendship, and they both loved her. She moved forward, her hand moving over George’s cheek, watching his brown eyes flash with surprise and then understanding as she leaned up and kissed him. The words she had spoken to Fred had been all too truthful, she realized when she felt him move behind her, his lips on her neck as she kissed his twin brother. This did feel right.


George kissed Hermione, forgetting for a moment that Fred was even there, concentrating only on the taste of the beautiful woman that he had wanted for so very long. It wasn't until he moved his hand behind her, to pull her closer, that he felt a hard chest against the back of his hand, reminding him that his brother was there.


He let her lips go, raising his head and looking from her flushed face to the grin on Fred's lips. He couldn't believe this was happening, that Fred was willingly allowing him to kiss Hermione, that Hermione was gladly kissing him and seemed to want more, that they were letting him become part of their relationship. "You're both crazy," he said seriously, his lips curving into a wide smile, "I love it."


"Enough talking," Hermione spoke up, deciding that, if they were really going to take this step, she wanted to quit talking about it and just do it. She gave them her best wanton smile and said, "I wanna shag."


George and Fred laughed, the awkwardness dissipating before it even began. Fred arched a brow as he told George, "Your heard our gal, she wants to shag."


George's smile widened even more when he heard Fred's use of the word our, his love for his twin shining in his eyes as he nodded slowly, "Yeah, I heard. What do you suppose we should do about it?"


"I don't know," Fred grew thoughtful, making a big show of thinking seriously. He heard Hermione's annoyed little growl, his lips twitching as he imagined the frown on her pretty face. Merlin, he loved that woman. He winked at George and said, "I'm feeling a bit hungry. Want to go grab a bite of dinner?"


"Maybe have a game of chess, too?" George added as he smiled somewhat wickedly when Hermione growled.


"Bloody hell," Hermione glared at them both, rolling her eyes as she saw the matching smirks on their faces. Trust her to get involved with two wizards that enjoyed teasing and like to play games. Damn, she was lucky! She suddenly smiled as she moved past them, towards the stairs, tossing over her shoulder, "Fine, you two have fun playing your silly chess game. I'm going upstairs," she looked over her shoulder then, her smile mischievous, her voice seductive, "so I can lay naked on the silk sheets and feel them caress my heated flesh. I then plan to touch myself everywhere, my fingers moving all over my body, finding the release that you two won't give me. I'm so wet that my fingers will easily slide into my tight, hot body. Enjoy your dinner, boys!"


"Damn," George whistled as he watched her go up the stairs, deliberately moving in a way to draw attention to her cute arse and long legs. He glanced at Fred and smiled a goofy grin, "What a woman!"


"And she's ours," Fred smiled proudly before he headed to the stairs, "Let's get our arses upstairs before she decides to start without us!"


Hermione entered the bedroom she shared with Fred and quickly stripped. She knew it wouldn't be long before the twins joined her and she didn't want to waste time having to disrobe. She'd much rather use that time to strip them, a fresh wave of arousal spreading over her at the realization that this was truly happening. She was about to make love to both George and Fred. She resisted the urge to giggle as she realized this situation gave new meaning to the term double your pleasure. Bad Hermione, she scolded herself playfully, tossing her shirt on the desk chair.


There were times she even surprised herself with just how wanton she could be, knowing that Fred was to blame, or credit, depending on how one might look at it, for getting her in touch with her sexuality and embracing her desires. He was so patient and let her experiment and made her feel sexy and desirable, her inhibitions loosening the first time they were together. Wouldn’t everyone be surprised to learn that bossy little Hermione Granger was actually a bit of a sex kitten, as Fred often teased? With a smile of anticipation, she wiggled out of her skirt and decided to leave her bra and panties on. She didn't want to appear too eager, though she doubted either of them would be blind to the fact that her panties were soaking wet or that her nipples were pressing against the material of her bra.


She grabbed her wand, waving it quickly, and soon there were lit candles around the room, giving it a romantic atmosphere. She had just moved to sit on the bed when she heard the door open completely. She looked up, her eyes catching Fred's as he smiled a sexy grin that never failed to make her wet. She was not overly surprised to see a matching grin on George's face, her body growing increasingly warmer as the twins entered the room.


"That wasn't very nice, Hermione," Fred told her as he moved towards the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. His eyes looked into hers, "Teasing us like that. Coming up here and starting without us. You're a naughty little witch, aren't you?"


"And you call me the tease," she muttered as her eyes moved over his now naked chest, down his stomach, lingering on the waist of his trousers.


"Saucy minx," he purred before his lips caught hers, his body moving on to the bed, pressing her back against the covers. His hand moved along her side, barely touching her.
George simply stood and watched them, feeling as he assumed Fred must have earlier. It was like watching himself kiss her, the sounds she made better than any wizarding music he'd ever heard. He moved closer, his eyes never leaving them.


Fred released Hermione's mouth and looked up, his eyes finding George's. He smirked, "So you like to watch. Why doesn't that surprise me? You always were the pervy twin, you wanker."


"Me?" George snorted, "I think that's a case of the kettle calling the pot black. Wait, that's not right, is it? Bloody hell, what is that silly Muggle expression?"


"You're both pervy wankers, now strip and shag me, damn it!" Hermione commanded, past the point of being polite and seductive. She knew that the twins could very well insult each other for hours if she allowed it and she had no intention of waiting any longer to feel someone inside her!


"Someone's impatient," Fred teased as he moved his hand over her breast.


"Someone kept me up all night for four days with deliciously erotic phone calls!" Hermione reminded him sweetly before she looked at George, her voice taking on a familiar bossy tone as she said, "I thought I said strip!"


"You heard our woman. Take it off, Gred," Fred smiled at his brother before he lowered his head and brushed his lips against Hermione's neck.


"Go slow, I wanna enjoy it," Hermione told George as she moved her head to give Fred better access to her neck.


"You know, if I wasn't so aroused, this could be right embarrassing," George informed them dryly, aware of two sets of eyes on him.


"Blah blah blah," Hermione smiled affectionately, her brown eyes gleaming with mischief confirming too much time spent around the twins, "too much talking, not enough naked Weasley flesh!"


"See? She's a demanding wench," Fred sighed dramatically, his eyes flashing with amusement and desire as he added, "You'd best get those clothes off soon or she may very well remove them for you."


"Very demanding," George agreed with a pleased smile as he pulled his shirt over his head.


"It's amazing how similar your bodies are," Hermione observed, "I mean, I know identical twins and all that, but it's still surprising." She suddenly leered playfully as she said, "Is everything identical?"


"Pretty close," George laughed at her wicked question, not feeling nervous or awkward at all as he stripped in front of his twin and Fred's lover.


"George’s a bit longer, but I'm thicker," Fred told her as he lazily ran his tongue over her cloth covered nipple.


"Do I want to ask how you know that?" Hermione glanced between them as she arched a brow, moaning softly when Fred teased her nipple.


"Well, when we were younger, we used to wank together," George finally replied, shrugging as he said, "we were at school and bored and it was sort of like self gratification really, since we are so much alike."


"George, I'm not judging you. I *am* about to shag twin brothers here," Hermione smiled, "I'm not in any position to be judgmental. In fact, I think it is rather arousing. Did you enjoy it?"


"Merlin, Hermione!" Fred let her breast go and gaped at her, seeing the curiosity and arousal in her eyes. He sighed before admitting, "Yeah, I enjoyed it. It was exciting and I used to think about it a lot before I met you. You don't think it's creepy or weird?"


"It's hot," Hermione said huskily, her eyes looking at George, "Did you enjoy it? Did you like running your hand along Fred’s cock and bringing him to orgasm, knowing you were the one that gave him such pleasure?"


"Yes," George nodded, aroused even more from hearing such naughty words spilling from her beautiful lips. He nearly came when she said the word cock, instead groaning and moving his fingers along his abdomen. He couldn’t believe this was the same bushy-haired prissy little know-it-all that had spent years chastising them for their pranks during their mutual years at Hogwarts and several years following their graduation. He found her fascinating, loving this naughty side of her, even more aroused from the wicked smile on her lips and lusty gleam in her eyes.


"Me too," she told him with a smile before scolding playfully, "you're still dressed."


"So's he," George motioned to Fred, who was now looking at him with desire as well as affection and amusement.


"So tired of waiting," Hermione muttered crossly before she reached for her wand, waved it, and muttered the words to a spell that removed their pants. "Oh God," she whispered as she saw George standing naked beside the bed and felt Fred's naked body against hers.


"Enough talking," Fred teased before he looked at George, telling his twin, "kiss her."


George merely smiled as he moved to the bed and sat down, leaning over and catching Hermione's eager lips with his own. Fred watched them kiss for only a moment before he got bored with watching. He moved his hands behind her back, unhooking her bra and removing the garment from her body. Lowering his head, he caught her nipple with his lips, his tongue moving over the hardened nub as his twin kissed his lover. After that nipple was thoroughly lavished with his attention, he moved his mouth to the other.


He felt Hermione's fingers in his hair, tangling in the shaggy mess that was growing a bit too long. Releasing her breast, he moved up her body and pulled her mouth free of George's. He kissed her then, his left hand moving down her flat stomach into the waist of her knickers. Normally, he'd tease her more, play with her a bit, but they were all past the point of playing at the moment. Later, after they'd satisfied their desire and the urgency had faded, then they could tease and taste and play. Right now, they all just needed to come.


Hermione had one hand tangled in both their hair, kissing Fred but not releasing her grip on George. She leaned up, urging George closer, releasing Fred's mouth to immediately kiss George. It was unbelievable, kissing them both, feeling Fred's hand inching closer and closer to the wetness between her thighs. She felt Fred’s lips on her cheek, moving her head just a bit so that his lips made contact with George's. She watched them kiss, hesitantly at first, both shocked when their lips touched. Soon, though, they were frenching like veterans, including her in the kiss.


Was she depraved for finding that one of the most erotic things she'd ever seen? Twins kissing, knowing that they used to touch each other, having little doubt that the rules of society were going to be quickly forgotten in this bed. They were both of age, nearing thirty, and it was obviously their choice to be here like this so she saw nothing at all wrong with it, especially when she was the beneficiary of their erotic twincest, the word causing a smile to cross her lips before she moaned softly as Fred's finger brushed against her clit.


George broke the kiss, wondering if he should be disturbed that he'd just kissed his twin brother before deciding that he didn't really care because it had felt good. He moved his body down Hermione's, his lips trailing a path across her full breasts, past her tummy, his tongue paying particular attention to her belly button before he reached her knickers. With a devilish grin, he ripped the material and tossed it beside the bed, his head lowering and his lips brushing against the pale flesh above the russet curls between her legs. He took Fred's hand, sucking his brother's wet finger into his mouth, tasting Hermione for the first time.


His tongue moved over the finger, licking it clean, his eyes looking up to find two sets of eyes watching him intently. Fred moved his hand slightly, cupping his cheek, familiar brown eyes gleaming with need and desire. Hermione was breathing heavily, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air, the sheet drenched with her wetness. Without wasting anymore time, he buried his face between her legs, his tongue licking at her, tasting her, his fingers spreading her open before pushing inside her warmth.


Hermione gasped when she felt his tongue on her, her body arching off the bed as his fingers began to stroke her, thrusting inside her, his teeth nibbling on her sensitive clit. Her hand left Fred’s hair and clutched the sheet, her eyes rolling back as George worked her into a frenzy, Fred keeping busy by sucking her nipples and lavishing his attention on her breasts. He sensed her impending release, could tell by the catch in her breath that she was near. He looked at George and told his brother, "Fuck her, George. She's ready."


George didn't have to be told twice. He was hard and aching, his hand moving down to his cock, spreading his pre-cum over his length before he moved between her legs. He kneeled, his hand raising her arse, rubbing his cock against her wet lips, barely entering her before teasing her again. Finally, he began to push inside her, groaning quietly as he felt her stretch to accommodate his length. Her legs moved around his waist, her ankles linking behind his back as she moved down to accept more of him, her slender body arching off the bed as he buried his entire length inside her.


George moved his hand against Fred's stomach, glancing at his twin hesitantly, receiving a slight nod before he moved it lower. He found himself stroking Fred as he began to thrust into Hermione, his hand moving over the familiar cock, remembering what his brother had liked the most all those years ago. He tightened his grip, his thumb brushing over the head on each upward stroke. Content that he could wank Fred without paying too much attention, George concentrated on Hermione.


Hermione moved against George, her release so close. She nearly came when he buried himself in her, her body was so hot, so aroused, she was surprised she hadn't set the sheets on fire. She kissed Fred as George fucked her, wanting them to come when she did. She knew that George was close, could see it in his eyes, feel it as he increased his speed and the depth of his thrusts. Fred was watching and aroused, but she knew he wasn't ready, not yet. She looked down and noticed George stroking Fred's cock, whimpering slightly at the erotic act she was witnessing. She looked into Fred's eyes and said, "I want to taste you."


Fred smiled before kissing her. When he released her mouth, he caught George's hand in mid-stroke. Glancing at his twin, he impulsively leaned over and kissed him, tongues exploring tentatively, both a bit hesitant but curious, his hand moving to George’s hair as he deepened the kiss. He felt his cock twitch with need as Hermione began to stroke him, pulling him and letting him know she was impatiently waiting. He broke the kiss, winking at his brother before he moved closer to Hermione's head.


She opened her mouth and began to suck his length, her tongue licking his shaft as he began to slowly move into her mouth. She knew what he liked, sucking him, licking him, her teeth gently scraping against his tender flesh. He looked into her eyes as he began to slowly fuck her face, careful not to go too fast or cause her discomfort. He knew he was thick and that it took her time to adjust to having him in her mouth and he had no intention of gagging her or making the experience unpleasant. She seemed to be having little difficulty today, her mouth accepting his girth, driving him wild with her tongue, one of her hands moving along the curves of his arse, the other fondling his balls.


Hermione came first. She whimpered as her body tightened then exploded, her muscles tightening around George, who quickly followed her into orgasm. Fred was close, so close, watching the faces of the two people he loved the most in the world nearly set him off. He pulled his cock out of Hermione's mouth when he sensed her coming, loving to hear the soft noises she made as she found release. His hand stroked his cock as he watched them climax. His face flushed as he felt the tension rising, his strokes becoming more firm, quicker. He grunted as he came, his seed spilling onto her stomach and the bed. With a satisfied smile, he laid beside her, stroking himself until he was spent. Their mouths met in a tender kiss as George laid on her other side.


Hermione smiled at Fred as they broke their kiss, her hand moving along his forehead, pushing his red hair from his eyes. She kissed his cheek before she turned her head and kissed George before repeating the same process, brushing his hair and kissing his cheek. Finally, she laid her head back and practically purred, "That was unbelievable, boys."


George grinned, "We do try to satisfy, my love."


"Merlin, that was just corny, Gred!" Fred said with a sated and slightly sleepy smile.


"Bugger off, Forge," George smirked as he snuggled against Hermione, his hand brushing against his twin's stomach.


"Pathetic wanker," Fred snickered, reciting in a whiny voice, “We try to satisfy.”


"You're the wanker, or don't you remember the last few minutes?" George reminded with a smug smile, pleased to best his brother, especially considering he‘d just had the most explosive orgasm he could ever remember.


"Boys, don't make me separate you two," Hermione warned in a tone of voice usually reserved for prefects when she had been Head Girl, ruined a bit by the hint of amusement that was obvious as she smiled at them both.


"Like to see ya try, love," Fred grinned at her before moving his fingers along her side, where he knew she was ticklish.


"Stop that!" Hermione giggled, trying to get away from him, finding herself against George, who was grinning in much the same way as Fred. She shrieked as four hands began to tickle her.


"Naughty little witch, threatening us like that," George smiled as he began to tickle her, listening to her laugh. He glanced at Fred and saw his twin looking at him affectionately.


"George, I've got an idea," Fred smiled slowly.


"What's the idea, Fred? You've got the best ideas," George said as he glanced at the beautiful brunette laughing between them, her naked flesh inviting, her brown eyes shining with lust and love, her lips curved into a smile that let them know just how happy she was to be there with them, his body forgetting that he'd just had an intense orgasm as he felt himself starting to harden.


"Yeah, I do," Fred agreed smugly before saying, "I propose that we teach this naughty little girl a lesson and shag her senseless for oh, I don't know, the next few hours?"


"That sounds like a fantastic plan," George smiled wickedly, "but why not for the next few years?"


Fred winked as he said, "Even better, brother dear, even better," before he leaned over and caught Hermione's lips with his.


***THE END***