Every Day I Write the Book, NC-17, Fred/George/Hermione
Every Day I Write the Book
Hermione sighed, tapping the tip of her wand against her teeth. She wanted to finish this last chapter before it was time to head home for the evening, and she was completely, utterly stuck. Bloody writer’s block. Couldn’t happen when you had all the time in the world, oh no, it had to strike when you had something due the next day.
“Oi, Hermione, you planning on sleeping at your desk again?” Fred called from downstairs.
Blast.
Hermione meticulously saved her file under another cryptic code name on the Muggle computer system she was learning to navigate. George loved to tease her about using non-wizarding technology in the office. Even though she had been raised Muggle, computers weren’t really as omnipresent when she was young as they were now, and she found learning to use one almost ridiculously difficult. But, Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes had quickly become the leading joke store in wizarding Britain, and when Fred and George had decided to outsource their non-magical items to Muggle stores, they had needed two things. A Muggle liaison - that’s where Hermione came in - and Muggle means of communication - which meant a computer, and email, and all the accoutrements that came along with it. Fred and George refused to touch it, laughingly leaving it up to Hermione to figure out.
One of these days, Hermione thought, she was just going to figure out a way to run the computer on magic, and be done with it.
But for now, she thought (not for the first time) with a smile on her face, it was the perfect place to hide her ... hobby.
***
When Fred and George hired her, they were desperate. Their business was expanding so fast that they could barely keep up, and worse, they were trying to run everything by themselves - the research and development, the marketing, the finances, the actual store, even the cleaning. So they made Hermione an offer: work for them full-time taking care of the paperwork, leaving them to do the production and sales end, and after a year, she would become an equal partner in the business. A triumvirate of sorts, but one where “we’ll always be the bosses of you,” they said in tandem. Laughing, she agreed on the spot.
But Hermione was always the overachiever, and within the first month, she had revamped their entire filing system, caught them up on back bills and payments, and pointed out at least six ways that they could either save time or money. It was easy, really, she mused; being organized freed up at least half of her eight-hour day to pursue other things, like reading, or knitting, or ... research ...
Hermione Granger, prim and proper Head Girl of Hogwarts, Wizarding Legend and Utter Genius, had become an erotic novelist.
The problem with this, of course, is that she had very little of her own experience to go on. Her first short stories were about her few fumbling attempts at intimacy with Ron; not surprisingly, musings about whether or not a girl had actually had an orgasm didn’t shoot to the top of the best-seller list. But as her confidence in her writing skills grew, she started using more and more of her imagination. One of her short stories, which was loosely based on a particularly vivid dream she had had one night involving Harry and a well-lubricated broomstick, had become very popular in a certain crowd, and soon people were clamoring for more.
So, she began penning a series of short stories based upon her fantasies about Harry. She had smirked at the time, thinking that if any of her friends from Hogwarts realized that she was the author, or that the stories were about a particular boy hero, they’d probably drop dead from shock. Surely Hermione Granger didn’t have such ... base animal passions! Well, as much as she might want to prove them wrong, she did think it was for the best if she adopted a penname. And it was probably polite, to say the least, to change the characters’ names - for privacy’s sake, of course. After all, she really did think of Harry as a brother (and it was entirely not her fault that her “brother” had such a delicious arse, and occasionally when his jeans were a bit tight she could see whether he dressed to the right or the left, and his biceps were particularly well-toned, and ...). So when her series, “Dreams about Larry,” made it into the top five new releases for short erotic fiction, she was quickly offered a publication deal for her first full-fledged novel. Interestingly, she was also approached by Muggle publishers, who thought that her particular brand of “fantasy erotica,” as they called it, was a unique spin on the traditional romance novel dribble that they were used to slogging through. So, within a few months she had not one, but two, novel contracts, and a lot - a lot - of writing to do.
It was perfect timing when the Wheezes job offer was made. Not only did she have a steady income, but she had hours every day at a desk with a computer - with internet! - where she could write, uninterrupted.
Now, if she only had something to write about.
Fortunately, Fred and George were not only much, much more experienced with the ladies than even she would have imagined, but they also liked to talk - loudly - about it at work.
At first, she thought they did it just to shock her. “See, poor Granger’s blushing,” they’d laugh. And she did blush, for a while anyway, until she got used to it. But all the while, she’d be scribbling their stories down furiously, and later on, when they were busy downstairs in the shop or in the joke laboratory, she’d unlock her secret file and start sketching steamy scenes from her notes.
“Put ... cock ... sideways?” What did that mean? Hmmm ...
“I used the handcuffs last weekend. You remember them, right? The pink fluffy things? About drove her crazy, mate ...” Well. That’s interesting.
“We did that position again last night ... you know, the one where she’s on her stomach, with her nice plump arse in the air, and I’m holding her hips so I can fuck her into the mattress ... she really likes it when I spank her, too.” Ooh, that’s a good one. That would be great for the second book.
“Oh Merlin, she rode me so hard last night, I almost passed out. She was so tight and wet that I almost came when she slid down on me, but I held on until she started tweaking my nipples - it hurt, but bloody hell, it felt so good!” Oh. Oh yes. That just had to make it into book one somewhere.
“You know what we’re going to do this weekend? She’s going to let me put my cock in her arse. Gods, I love it when birds aren’t too inhibited, you know? With enough lube, it’s pleasure all ‘round, mate. So tight and hot, and it really gets the girl off if you do it right. Y’know, the reach-around - you find that magic button, and she’ll be exploding all over me not two minutes in.” Hermione re-read that particular quote several times before she had calmed down enough to type it in. That one had been George, she thought, and for a moment she envied whatever girl he was bringing home. That had been something she had always wanted to try with Ron, but apparently, he didn’t listen to his older brothers nearly enough. But maybe when she went home tonight, she could try it herself ... Mmm. Yes. That’s exactly what she would do.
Fortunately for her, the Weasley twins provided her with excellent material on quite the regular basis. Within three months, her first novel was edited and published, and the second one was off to the copy editor not two months after that. And Hermione was well and truly sore that entire time, because with every particularly steamy scene she finished, she had to race home immediately after work and frig herself raw with her custom-shaped dildo. Fred and George had even commented on her new desk chair cushion - she had had to buy that the week that she wrote that anal sex scene. But Merlin, had that been worth it!
However, something happened one day that completely changed Hermione’s approach to erotica. Needless to say, Fred and George had been ... eye-opening, in many ways. But one day, Hermione’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull.
For once, she had actually been busy with paperwork. It had been near the holiday season, and of course that meant doubled efforts on all fronts - production, stocking, marketing, and sales. She had received some rather fishy-looking bills in the mail from a company that she wasn’t sure they had ever purchased from, so she went to find Fred or George to verify the orders. It was slightly after-hours, and the shop was closed downstairs, so she headed toward the laboratory, where she knew she could usually find them working.
Only - they weren’t working on supplies. Fortunately, Hermione heard them before she barged in, and came to an immediate halt outside the partially open door. Fred was leaning over the countertop, almost as though he were perusing a new design, but George ... George was pressed up against his brother’s back, head on Fred’s shoulder, hands lightly grasping his hips. And as Hermione watched, George lightly bit his brother’s ear, running his tongue over the perfect pink shell before sinking his teeth harder into the sensitive flesh below. Fred hissed and arched into his brother, hands gripping the tabletop. Hermione quickly put her hand over her mouth, desperately trying not to be heard, because she knew she couldn’t tear her eyes away from this ... beautiful, strange, erotic sight. She watched them from outside the door, watched as Fred unbuckled his pants and let them drop, watched as George undid his own, watched as George fastened Fred’s hands to the table with fuzzy pink handcuffs, and lubed his thick, hard cock, and slid into Fred’s waiting arse, and tweaked his own nipples hard, and with stifled moans they came together, collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs and red hair. Hermione tiptoed away, hand still clamped over her mouth, her jeans soaked through with her own arousal.
That night, she magically duplicated her dildo, and fantasized about both of the twins together with her. Twice.
She caught them together only about two or three more times, and never in quite so intimate a manner - usually it was a bit of snogging, or light over-the-clothes groping, but the damage had been done, and a new series of short stories was in the works. Her Muggle publisher particularly liked them, because of course, in a fantasy world, anything goes - even incest. Hermione Granger was a hit.
***
Hermione blushed as Fred’s voice floated up from the lower level. “HerMIONE! You coming, or what?”
“Be right there, just shutting off the computer,” she called. It was the end of her first year with the company, and Fred and George had told her that they were all going out to the nicest wizarding restaurant in London to celebrate. She was especially looking forward to the crème brûlée - she heard they used actual dragon fire to caramelize the top, and she couldn’t wait to see how that was done!
She grabbed her bag and headed down the stairs, where her two charming red-headed bosses awaited her. “Took you long enough,” they said in unison, and smiling, she took each of their proffered arms. Stepping outside, they Apparated to the Ridgeback Pub and Grille.
“Reservations for Weasley, please,” Fred said with mock propriety to the maître d’, who promptly showed them to a candle-lit corner booth. George exaggeratedly helped her into the center of the rounded seat, and Fred quickly slid in on the other side, neatly capturing her between them. The waiter immediately brought over three glasses and a bottle of their finest pinot noir, one of Hermione’s favorites, and then disappeared into the shadows.
“Well, George, what do you say?” Fred asked, raising his glass. George replied, “Fred, I say it’s time.” Clinking their glasses and taking a small sip of the excellent vintage, they turned to a slightly confused Hermione and said, “We know what you’ve been up to at work.”
Hermione’s mouth flew open. How could they have possibly found out? She was so careful always to code her files so that she was the only one that could open them - and they didn’t know how to use the computer anyway! Could she have left something lying about the office? No, she couldn’t have - she always filed her notes and proofs away in her special locked cabinet or in her attaché, which never left her side. And her books were only really famous in the Muggle world! How -
“Granger,” Fred said, “you might be smart.” George interrupted, saying, “You might even be brilliant.” “But a sneak -” “You are not,” the brothers alternated.
“Come on, Hermione. ‘HJ Stranger?’ Please.”
“Your characters aren’t even that original.”
“Don?”
“Larry?”
“Will?”
“Oh, Fred, what about Polly?”
“Yeah, that one turned the old stomach a bit, didn’t it?”
“And the best -” George paused dramatically, “was the series you wrote about a pair of brothers! Frank and Geoff?” The two cracked up, snorting hysterically.
Hermione, however, turned beet red and slunk even further down in her seat, gulping the expensive wine as though it were tap water. No wizards ever paid that much attention to the Muggle world, and really, when you have magic at your disposal, most wizards find erotica to be a bit - well, mundane, actually. But this was Fred and George, and how did she think she could keep anything a secret from the world’s greatest living pranksters?
“Hermione, love,” Fred said, “there’s absolutely no reason to be embarrassed.”
“Yeah, ’Mione, we really enjoyed that series, actually. Read every word. Twice!” George exclaimed enthusiastically.
“But -”
“We think -”
“There are a few ... technical ... details -”
“That we think we can ... explain better -”
“If you just -”
“Came home with us tonight,” the two finished in unison, looking at her suddenly with earnest faces.
Well. This was not at all what she had expected. Hermione’s mouth flew open, and if possible, she blushed three shades darker even as her body betrayed her, her pants becoming instantly damp. “I - I -” she croaked, unsure of whether to cover her mouth with her hands or grab onto the table to stop her head from spinning.
“I thought you liked men. I mean, I thought you liked ... each other ... I mean, I-” Hermione stuttered, more embarrassed with each word that flew out of her numb lips.
Fred and George only chuckled. “Well, I should think it’s rather obvious that we do - how did you put it? Like each other. After all, you should know. You’ve been spying on us long enough.” Fred said teasingly.
“Yeah, and not very well, either. Did you learn nothing from us at Hogwarts?” George continued with a snort.
“Great Merlin’s beard,” Hermione exclaimed, sitting bolt upright so quickly that she banged her knees on the table quite audibly, much to the twins’ amusement. “How did you know I had seen you? I didn’t do it on purpose, it’s just that the door was open, and why you would leave the bloody door open if you’re going to do that - at work, no less! - and I was just there, and it’s not like I went looking for you - I mean, I did, but for perfectly legitimate purposes, I assure you -”
Her babbling was cut off with a squeak as George slid a hand up her left thigh. He said, “Hermione. Dear Hermione, you still don’t get it, do you?”
Fred leaned in a bit closer, wrapping his arm around her back, and said, “You’re talking about two of the greatest pranksters, jokesters, and all-around uncatchable sneaks, here. Do you really think you would have seen anything, anything at all, if we hadn’t wanted you to see it?”
Hermione stopped breathing. They had wanted her to see them. They left the door open on purpose. “Why?” she managed to spit out, overcome by the fact that both Fred and George were touching her at the same time.
“I would think the answer to that, our dear Hermione, would be perfectly obvious,” Fred whispered, his hot breath on her ear sending hot, delicious currents down her side. George leaned in and whispered in her other ear, “How else would we seduce the brightest witch and greatest erotica writer of her age?”
Hermione stood straight up at the table and practically groaned, “Check, please!”
Fred and George chuckled. “That’s our girl,” they said in tandem, and throwing some coins on the table, they grabbed her and Apparated back to their flat.
Once there, they wasted no time. Fred slid his hands up Hermione’s thighs appreciatively, taking only seconds to divest her of both her pants and skirt, while George captured her moist lips with his own, just for a second. “Gods, Fred, she tastes divine, just like we thought she would.”
Fred extended his tongue and with the barest of motions, ran its tip across her exposed labia. “Oh George,” he whispered, “you have no idea.”
Hermione could do nothing but stand there, supported by George’s arm and Fred’s strong hands. Running her hands through Fred’s hair, she moaned wantonly into the air.
“I think our girl is ready for more, Fred,” George said.
“Brother, I agree,” Fred mumbled, unwilling to remove his head from between Hermione’s luscious thighs.
George chuckled. “There’s plenty of her to go around,” he said, nudging his brother none too gently with his shoe. Fred laughed, turning his attention to George.
“You trying to get me to untie your laces, eh?” Jokingly, he ran one hand up George’s thigh, removing the offending shoe from his foot. George moaned in exact imitation of Hermione just a few moments earlier, and without warning, all three of them burst out in amused laughter.
“Boys, don’t make me separate you,” Hermione joked, standing half-naked in their living room with her hands primly on her hips.
“Oh no,” Fred said, “we already agreed. We will share you -”
“Equally -”
“Or we won’t have you -”
“At all,” they said.
An unbidden shudder went through Hermione’s body, and her eyes glazed over at the thought of them both at once. Her mind drifted back to that night when she had magically duplicated her dildo ... “Oh,” she said softly as tremors went through her.
The twins stood there, looking at her with amazement and lust in their eyes. “Brother, I think our girl just came thinking about us,” Fred said.
George replied almost inaudibly, “I think you’re right. What are we going to do about that, eh?”
Hermione’s eyes focused again as one of her arms was grabbed by each brother, and suddenly she found herself tripping toward their bedroom. Wait ... their bedroom?
“Well, we had to practice, get it right for our big public debut,” George said, reading her mind.
The thought of the two men in this room, on this bed, writhing, sweating, doing ... all those things she had written about in her books, almost made Hermione come again. Instead, she broke away from them and crawled up onto the king-sized bed, removing the rest of her clothing as she went. Turning around, she knelt in front of them, knees apart, and motioned with one finger. Fred and George looked at each other, licked their lips, and then fell all over themselves trying to be the first to be naked in bed with her.
This time, it was George who got to taste Hermione. He playfully pushed her back on the bed, straightening her legs so that he could lay between them and caress her with his tongue. He moaned, lapping up her fresh juices. “Bloody hell, brother, you were right,” he whispered, his breath tickling the fine hairs that Hermione left just around her outer labia. “This girl is delicious.” He probed her most sensitive spots with his skilled lips, her hips bucking in time with the swirls and flicks of his tongue against her swollen clit. She ran her fingers through his ginger hair, trying with all her might not to grab his ears and steer him to where she liked it best.
Fred, meanwhile, was enjoying this amazing display. He and George had both agreed that their little Hermione was most likely a minx in the boudoir, and quickly they were being proven delightfully correct. The sight of his brother buried in her brown curls, the look on Hermione’s face as she was eaten out, was simply intoxicating. He settled back on his heels, grabbing his firm cock with one spit-covered palm and reaching out another hand to lightly caress Hermione’s erect nipples. He traced one, then the other, with a single finger, then slid his palm across them until he was cupping her breast with his hand. He slowly began to stroke his cock, matching every stroke with a flick of his thumb across her nipple. She gasped and moaned, writhing beneath the two men. She tried to back away, sit up so that she could regroup, but with a grunt of denial, George pinned her hips to the bed and moved his tongue impossibly faster. Fred took the hint, and leaving his own cock alone, he leaned over so that he could attach his warm, wet mouth to her other nipple. The two brothers moved at the same exact speed, each of their tongues and Fred’s thumb working at the same time across all her most sensitive parts, until she came again, stronger, more powerfully, screaming her orgasm into the air.
Exhausted, she lay back against the pillow and looked down through sex-closed eyes at her men. Then, for no apparent reason, she began to giggle uncontrollably.
This was not the reaction that Fred and George had been hoping for.
“Erm, ‘Mione, no offense and all that, but while there are plenty of times when we aim for a laugh -”
“Now -”
“Isn’t really -”
“One of those times,” they finished.
She managed to get herself calmed down, and weakly chuckling, she explained, “It’s just that - well, I mean, you two just gave me two incredible orgasms, and I haven’t even kissed you yet!” She broke off into giggles again at the looks on their faces.
“Hey, wait just a minute,” George exclaimed. “I did too kiss you earlier.”
“That was just a peck,” Hermione stated. “I’m talking about a real kiss, the kind you’re supposed to have with someone - or two someones - before you end up naked and sweaty in bed together.”
Fred and George looked at each other, an unspoken plan forming in their eyes. Then they turned and gave her identical, lopsided, wicked, wicked smiles. Sliding up next to her, one twin on either side, they leaned forward and kissed her. Together. A tangle of tongues and lips and teeth, and she could barely tell which twin was which, and all she knew was that they both tasted like honey and firewhiskey and her, and it was so delicious that she didn’t think she’d ever be sated. After what seemed like an hour, though, they finally broke apart, the men laying back to either side of her again, panting and trying to recapture their spent breath.
“That. Was. Much more. Like it,” Hermione said between gulps of air. Fred and George smiled, each throwing an arm over her and pulling themselves in against her, resting their heads next to hers on the pillow. “Well, well ... what’s this, boys?” she queried teasingly, as their unbearably hard cocks came to rest on her thighs. “Oh my. I have been horribly selfish and unfair, haven’t I?” Rescuing her arms from behind them, she brought her hands down, and at the same time grasped Fred and George in surprisingly slick hands. They gasped simultaneously and arched up against her in utter pleasure as she stroked them both ever so slowly.
“My ... Merlin, ‘Mione, you’re not supposed to know that spell,” Fred said, straining not to thrust into her hand.
Hermione just chuckled to herself. Men. “Girls need lubrication just as much as boys do - sometimes more,” she explained in a teacherly tone. “I might not have spent my free time at Hogwarts wanking in my bedsheets, but I certainly found ... uses ... for such a spell, later.”
George groaned, imagining what Hermione must look like when she had a need for such a spell. “What ... what do you use it for, ‘Mione?” he managed to get out.
“Hmmm, let’s see,” Hermione pretended to think, all the while stroking their hard cocks painfully slowly. “Sometimes I use it on my nipples, you know, to roll them around between my fingers.” The twins moaned at the thought of her splayed on the bed, playing with her nipples. “Sometimes ... I use it to slick up my dildo, when I need to feel something big and hard inside me.” Fred’s glassy eyes stared back at her face, unseeing, as he dug his nails into her soft stomach, while George buried his head into her neck, sweating as her hands tightened on them both. “And sometimes ... once or twice, when I’d picture you two ... I’d use it to slick up both my dildos, and ... well, a lady doesn’t talk about such things,” she teased.
Fred and George stiffened. She had thought about them? “Why, you are a little minx, aren’t you, girl?” Fred said as he pulled himself from her grasp. George agreed wholeheartedly, wrenching himself away from Hermione’s slick fingers. Hermione swallowed. They were both kneeling above her, looking at her like predators look at prey. She swallowed again, frantically trying to moisten her dry lips, but to no avail. She couldn’t take her eyes off of them, their heavy cocks swaying as they pushed her knees apart. When she was completely spread apart in front of them, they turned to each other.
“Fred, I think she wants us,” George said contemplatively, almost as though Hermione wasn’t even in the room.
“George, I do believe you’re right,” Fred replied. “After all, she’s thought about us. Together. In bed with her.” His tone of voice was light, almost disapproving. “How dare she think she could seduce us? It’s not like we’d ever take her up on her wanton, lascivious offer.”
“Too right you are, brother,” George said. “And it’s not like we don’t have each other to ... satisfy our ... baser ... urges,” he said, placing a hand on his brother’s waist.
“Do you think she’d like a bit of a show?” Fred asked.
Instead of replying, George pulled Fred into a fierce kiss, tongues flashing between white teeth. Hermione couldn’t help herself. Her hand snaked down toward her aching groin, and, watching the two brothers kiss, she slid one finger between her swollen folds to find the wetness beyond.
The moment she touched herself, the brothers broke apart with a grin. “See, I told you, Fred, she wants us,” George remarked.
“Well, George, what should we do about it?” Fred said, placing one hand on Hermione’s smooth thigh.
“I should think that would be obvious, Fred,” George said. “We shag her rotten.”
Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head at the thought of the twins inside of her. Before she knew it, George was on top of her, kissing her passionately. Positioning the tip of his cock at her wet entrance, he slowly pushed forward, sheathing himself to the hilt. “Oh Fred, she feels ... unnngh,” he moaned, as he pulled himself completely out, then thrust back in in one swift motion. Hermione pulled her legs up, wanting every last inch of him inside of her, but he pulled out and moved back away from her, leaving her feeling completely empty. But Fred took his place, settling himself between her warm thighs and kissing her equally as passionately as his brother had. Slowly, he pushed himself into her, moaning his enjoyment into her ear as he thrust deeply, testing her limits, but just when she was beginning to match his motions, he too pulled out and sat back. The brothers glanced at each other, yet another unspoken conversation flashing between them in the blink of an eye, and within seconds, they had flipped Hermione over and up onto her knees.
George slid into her from behind, grabbing her hips and grinding his pelvis against her plump, luscious buttocks. Hermione’s eyes slid closed. She never managed to ... do ... that ... when she was alone! She opened her eyes only to see that Fred had positioned himself in front of her face. Without hesitation, she took him in her mouth, once again tasting honey and something uniquely Fred and her own musk, and greedily, she sucked as much of it off of his cock as she could. He hissed and grabbed the sheets to steady himself as she bobbed up and down in time with George’s thrusts. “Gods ... ‘Mione ...” Fred called, overwhelmed by the way her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. He tried not to, but he couldn’t help thrusting up into her welcoming mouth. He didn’t want to come yet, not this way, but it was so bloody hard not to, with the way her tongue was moving, and her hand was grasping the base of his cock, and ... “Oh, Merlin, George, now,” he cried, and pulled himself away from her in the nick of time, gasping for breath. George pulled out of Hermione as well and laid her on her side, letting Fred take his place inside of her.
“Ready, Fred?” George asked as his brother positioned himself inside of Hermione.
“Ready, George,” Fred said as he slid home and paused. Gently, George slid a finger in between Hermione’s buttocks until he found that tiny puckered opening, quivering with arousal. He carefully slid one finger inside and waited for her to relax, feeling Fred move ever so slowly inside of her. When he thought she could handle two, he added a second digit, and then a third, stretching her to accommodate him. She moaned and writhed in between them, unused to this type of touch. She was never this gentle with herself when it was just her and her playthings at home ... but she could get used to it, she thought wickedly to herself. She was more than ready for him, but even so, when he put the head of his wet, slick cock against her opening, she clenched automatically, causing Fred to gasp and move within her. The feel of his cock moving inside her was too much, and she pushed back against George, begging him to be inside of her as well. George slid forward, inch by slow inch, until he too was entirely sheathed inside her pert arse. She gasped, groaning. She had never felt this full before, and to have them both ... moving ... like that, nibbling on her neck, on her breasts, holding her hips ... she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came again.
“Fred,” she moaned, “George, come with me this time. Please, I want to feel you both come inside of me, all three of us, at the same time. Oh Merlin, just fuck me!” she cried, feeling both of their paces quicken at her words. Fred slammed into her pussy, grinding against her clit with ferocious thrusts, and George slid his slick, hard cock deeper and deeper into her arse with every flick of his hips. Fred had been close to coming before in Hermione’s mouth, so it didn’t take him long to achieve that peak again. This time, though, he didn’t hold back, calling out Hermione’s name as he came deep within her. The feel of Fred coming inside of her was amazing, and with the last thrust of his cock, he hit that sweet spot just where she needed it, and she too was coming all over both of them. The tremors that went through her caught George in tense waves, and soon his own orgasm ripped through him, spilling himself inside her.
The three of them lay panting on the bed, sheets twisted and soaked through underneath them, arms wrapped around each other, limp cocks still inside a twitching Hermione. “That was amazing,” she said. “So much better than the night with the two dildos.” Fred growled and pulled her and his brother a bit closer to him.
“Hermione, love. You won’t be needing those anymore.”
FIN
Hermione sighed, tapping the tip of her wand against her teeth. She wanted to finish this last chapter before it was time to head home for the evening, and she was completely, utterly stuck. Bloody writer’s block. Couldn’t happen when you had all the time in the world, oh no, it had to strike when you had something due the next day.
“Oi, Hermione, you planning on sleeping at your desk again?” Fred called from downstairs.
Blast.
Hermione meticulously saved her file under another cryptic code name on the Muggle computer system she was learning to navigate. George loved to tease her about using non-wizarding technology in the office. Even though she had been raised Muggle, computers weren’t really as omnipresent when she was young as they were now, and she found learning to use one almost ridiculously difficult. But, Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes had quickly become the leading joke store in wizarding Britain, and when Fred and George had decided to outsource their non-magical items to Muggle stores, they had needed two things. A Muggle liaison - that’s where Hermione came in - and Muggle means of communication - which meant a computer, and email, and all the accoutrements that came along with it. Fred and George refused to touch it, laughingly leaving it up to Hermione to figure out.
One of these days, Hermione thought, she was just going to figure out a way to run the computer on magic, and be done with it.
But for now, she thought (not for the first time) with a smile on her face, it was the perfect place to hide her ... hobby.
***
When Fred and George hired her, they were desperate. Their business was expanding so fast that they could barely keep up, and worse, they were trying to run everything by themselves - the research and development, the marketing, the finances, the actual store, even the cleaning. So they made Hermione an offer: work for them full-time taking care of the paperwork, leaving them to do the production and sales end, and after a year, she would become an equal partner in the business. A triumvirate of sorts, but one where “we’ll always be the bosses of you,” they said in tandem. Laughing, she agreed on the spot.
But Hermione was always the overachiever, and within the first month, she had revamped their entire filing system, caught them up on back bills and payments, and pointed out at least six ways that they could either save time or money. It was easy, really, she mused; being organized freed up at least half of her eight-hour day to pursue other things, like reading, or knitting, or ... research ...
Hermione Granger, prim and proper Head Girl of Hogwarts, Wizarding Legend and Utter Genius, had become an erotic novelist.
The problem with this, of course, is that she had very little of her own experience to go on. Her first short stories were about her few fumbling attempts at intimacy with Ron; not surprisingly, musings about whether or not a girl had actually had an orgasm didn’t shoot to the top of the best-seller list. But as her confidence in her writing skills grew, she started using more and more of her imagination. One of her short stories, which was loosely based on a particularly vivid dream she had had one night involving Harry and a well-lubricated broomstick, had become very popular in a certain crowd, and soon people were clamoring for more.
So, she began penning a series of short stories based upon her fantasies about Harry. She had smirked at the time, thinking that if any of her friends from Hogwarts realized that she was the author, or that the stories were about a particular boy hero, they’d probably drop dead from shock. Surely Hermione Granger didn’t have such ... base animal passions! Well, as much as she might want to prove them wrong, she did think it was for the best if she adopted a penname. And it was probably polite, to say the least, to change the characters’ names - for privacy’s sake, of course. After all, she really did think of Harry as a brother (and it was entirely not her fault that her “brother” had such a delicious arse, and occasionally when his jeans were a bit tight she could see whether he dressed to the right or the left, and his biceps were particularly well-toned, and ...). So when her series, “Dreams about Larry,” made it into the top five new releases for short erotic fiction, she was quickly offered a publication deal for her first full-fledged novel. Interestingly, she was also approached by Muggle publishers, who thought that her particular brand of “fantasy erotica,” as they called it, was a unique spin on the traditional romance novel dribble that they were used to slogging through. So, within a few months she had not one, but two, novel contracts, and a lot - a lot - of writing to do.
It was perfect timing when the Wheezes job offer was made. Not only did she have a steady income, but she had hours every day at a desk with a computer - with internet! - where she could write, uninterrupted.
Now, if she only had something to write about.
Fortunately, Fred and George were not only much, much more experienced with the ladies than even she would have imagined, but they also liked to talk - loudly - about it at work.
At first, she thought they did it just to shock her. “See, poor Granger’s blushing,” they’d laugh. And she did blush, for a while anyway, until she got used to it. But all the while, she’d be scribbling their stories down furiously, and later on, when they were busy downstairs in the shop or in the joke laboratory, she’d unlock her secret file and start sketching steamy scenes from her notes.
“Put ... cock ... sideways?” What did that mean? Hmmm ...
“I used the handcuffs last weekend. You remember them, right? The pink fluffy things? About drove her crazy, mate ...” Well. That’s interesting.
“We did that position again last night ... you know, the one where she’s on her stomach, with her nice plump arse in the air, and I’m holding her hips so I can fuck her into the mattress ... she really likes it when I spank her, too.” Ooh, that’s a good one. That would be great for the second book.
“Oh Merlin, she rode me so hard last night, I almost passed out. She was so tight and wet that I almost came when she slid down on me, but I held on until she started tweaking my nipples - it hurt, but bloody hell, it felt so good!” Oh. Oh yes. That just had to make it into book one somewhere.
“You know what we’re going to do this weekend? She’s going to let me put my cock in her arse. Gods, I love it when birds aren’t too inhibited, you know? With enough lube, it’s pleasure all ‘round, mate. So tight and hot, and it really gets the girl off if you do it right. Y’know, the reach-around - you find that magic button, and she’ll be exploding all over me not two minutes in.” Hermione re-read that particular quote several times before she had calmed down enough to type it in. That one had been George, she thought, and for a moment she envied whatever girl he was bringing home. That had been something she had always wanted to try with Ron, but apparently, he didn’t listen to his older brothers nearly enough. But maybe when she went home tonight, she could try it herself ... Mmm. Yes. That’s exactly what she would do.
Fortunately for her, the Weasley twins provided her with excellent material on quite the regular basis. Within three months, her first novel was edited and published, and the second one was off to the copy editor not two months after that. And Hermione was well and truly sore that entire time, because with every particularly steamy scene she finished, she had to race home immediately after work and frig herself raw with her custom-shaped dildo. Fred and George had even commented on her new desk chair cushion - she had had to buy that the week that she wrote that anal sex scene. But Merlin, had that been worth it!
However, something happened one day that completely changed Hermione’s approach to erotica. Needless to say, Fred and George had been ... eye-opening, in many ways. But one day, Hermione’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull.
For once, she had actually been busy with paperwork. It had been near the holiday season, and of course that meant doubled efforts on all fronts - production, stocking, marketing, and sales. She had received some rather fishy-looking bills in the mail from a company that she wasn’t sure they had ever purchased from, so she went to find Fred or George to verify the orders. It was slightly after-hours, and the shop was closed downstairs, so she headed toward the laboratory, where she knew she could usually find them working.
Only - they weren’t working on supplies. Fortunately, Hermione heard them before she barged in, and came to an immediate halt outside the partially open door. Fred was leaning over the countertop, almost as though he were perusing a new design, but George ... George was pressed up against his brother’s back, head on Fred’s shoulder, hands lightly grasping his hips. And as Hermione watched, George lightly bit his brother’s ear, running his tongue over the perfect pink shell before sinking his teeth harder into the sensitive flesh below. Fred hissed and arched into his brother, hands gripping the tabletop. Hermione quickly put her hand over her mouth, desperately trying not to be heard, because she knew she couldn’t tear her eyes away from this ... beautiful, strange, erotic sight. She watched them from outside the door, watched as Fred unbuckled his pants and let them drop, watched as George undid his own, watched as George fastened Fred’s hands to the table with fuzzy pink handcuffs, and lubed his thick, hard cock, and slid into Fred’s waiting arse, and tweaked his own nipples hard, and with stifled moans they came together, collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs and red hair. Hermione tiptoed away, hand still clamped over her mouth, her jeans soaked through with her own arousal.
That night, she magically duplicated her dildo, and fantasized about both of the twins together with her. Twice.
She caught them together only about two or three more times, and never in quite so intimate a manner - usually it was a bit of snogging, or light over-the-clothes groping, but the damage had been done, and a new series of short stories was in the works. Her Muggle publisher particularly liked them, because of course, in a fantasy world, anything goes - even incest. Hermione Granger was a hit.
***
Hermione blushed as Fred’s voice floated up from the lower level. “HerMIONE! You coming, or what?”
“Be right there, just shutting off the computer,” she called. It was the end of her first year with the company, and Fred and George had told her that they were all going out to the nicest wizarding restaurant in London to celebrate. She was especially looking forward to the crème brûlée - she heard they used actual dragon fire to caramelize the top, and she couldn’t wait to see how that was done!
She grabbed her bag and headed down the stairs, where her two charming red-headed bosses awaited her. “Took you long enough,” they said in unison, and smiling, she took each of their proffered arms. Stepping outside, they Apparated to the Ridgeback Pub and Grille.
“Reservations for Weasley, please,” Fred said with mock propriety to the maître d’, who promptly showed them to a candle-lit corner booth. George exaggeratedly helped her into the center of the rounded seat, and Fred quickly slid in on the other side, neatly capturing her between them. The waiter immediately brought over three glasses and a bottle of their finest pinot noir, one of Hermione’s favorites, and then disappeared into the shadows.
“Well, George, what do you say?” Fred asked, raising his glass. George replied, “Fred, I say it’s time.” Clinking their glasses and taking a small sip of the excellent vintage, they turned to a slightly confused Hermione and said, “We know what you’ve been up to at work.”
Hermione’s mouth flew open. How could they have possibly found out? She was so careful always to code her files so that she was the only one that could open them - and they didn’t know how to use the computer anyway! Could she have left something lying about the office? No, she couldn’t have - she always filed her notes and proofs away in her special locked cabinet or in her attaché, which never left her side. And her books were only really famous in the Muggle world! How -
“Granger,” Fred said, “you might be smart.” George interrupted, saying, “You might even be brilliant.” “But a sneak -” “You are not,” the brothers alternated.
“Come on, Hermione. ‘HJ Stranger?’ Please.”
“Your characters aren’t even that original.”
“Don?”
“Larry?”
“Will?”
“Oh, Fred, what about Polly?”
“Yeah, that one turned the old stomach a bit, didn’t it?”
“And the best -” George paused dramatically, “was the series you wrote about a pair of brothers! Frank and Geoff?” The two cracked up, snorting hysterically.
Hermione, however, turned beet red and slunk even further down in her seat, gulping the expensive wine as though it were tap water. No wizards ever paid that much attention to the Muggle world, and really, when you have magic at your disposal, most wizards find erotica to be a bit - well, mundane, actually. But this was Fred and George, and how did she think she could keep anything a secret from the world’s greatest living pranksters?
“Hermione, love,” Fred said, “there’s absolutely no reason to be embarrassed.”
“Yeah, ’Mione, we really enjoyed that series, actually. Read every word. Twice!” George exclaimed enthusiastically.
“But -”
“We think -”
“There are a few ... technical ... details -”
“That we think we can ... explain better -”
“If you just -”
“Came home with us tonight,” the two finished in unison, looking at her suddenly with earnest faces.
Well. This was not at all what she had expected. Hermione’s mouth flew open, and if possible, she blushed three shades darker even as her body betrayed her, her pants becoming instantly damp. “I - I -” she croaked, unsure of whether to cover her mouth with her hands or grab onto the table to stop her head from spinning.
“I thought you liked men. I mean, I thought you liked ... each other ... I mean, I-” Hermione stuttered, more embarrassed with each word that flew out of her numb lips.
Fred and George only chuckled. “Well, I should think it’s rather obvious that we do - how did you put it? Like each other. After all, you should know. You’ve been spying on us long enough.” Fred said teasingly.
“Yeah, and not very well, either. Did you learn nothing from us at Hogwarts?” George continued with a snort.
“Great Merlin’s beard,” Hermione exclaimed, sitting bolt upright so quickly that she banged her knees on the table quite audibly, much to the twins’ amusement. “How did you know I had seen you? I didn’t do it on purpose, it’s just that the door was open, and why you would leave the bloody door open if you’re going to do that - at work, no less! - and I was just there, and it’s not like I went looking for you - I mean, I did, but for perfectly legitimate purposes, I assure you -”
Her babbling was cut off with a squeak as George slid a hand up her left thigh. He said, “Hermione. Dear Hermione, you still don’t get it, do you?”
Fred leaned in a bit closer, wrapping his arm around her back, and said, “You’re talking about two of the greatest pranksters, jokesters, and all-around uncatchable sneaks, here. Do you really think you would have seen anything, anything at all, if we hadn’t wanted you to see it?”
Hermione stopped breathing. They had wanted her to see them. They left the door open on purpose. “Why?” she managed to spit out, overcome by the fact that both Fred and George were touching her at the same time.
“I would think the answer to that, our dear Hermione, would be perfectly obvious,” Fred whispered, his hot breath on her ear sending hot, delicious currents down her side. George leaned in and whispered in her other ear, “How else would we seduce the brightest witch and greatest erotica writer of her age?”
Hermione stood straight up at the table and practically groaned, “Check, please!”
Fred and George chuckled. “That’s our girl,” they said in tandem, and throwing some coins on the table, they grabbed her and Apparated back to their flat.
Once there, they wasted no time. Fred slid his hands up Hermione’s thighs appreciatively, taking only seconds to divest her of both her pants and skirt, while George captured her moist lips with his own, just for a second. “Gods, Fred, she tastes divine, just like we thought she would.”
Fred extended his tongue and with the barest of motions, ran its tip across her exposed labia. “Oh George,” he whispered, “you have no idea.”
Hermione could do nothing but stand there, supported by George’s arm and Fred’s strong hands. Running her hands through Fred’s hair, she moaned wantonly into the air.
“I think our girl is ready for more, Fred,” George said.
“Brother, I agree,” Fred mumbled, unwilling to remove his head from between Hermione’s luscious thighs.
George chuckled. “There’s plenty of her to go around,” he said, nudging his brother none too gently with his shoe. Fred laughed, turning his attention to George.
“You trying to get me to untie your laces, eh?” Jokingly, he ran one hand up George’s thigh, removing the offending shoe from his foot. George moaned in exact imitation of Hermione just a few moments earlier, and without warning, all three of them burst out in amused laughter.
“Boys, don’t make me separate you,” Hermione joked, standing half-naked in their living room with her hands primly on her hips.
“Oh no,” Fred said, “we already agreed. We will share you -”
“Equally -”
“Or we won’t have you -”
“At all,” they said.
An unbidden shudder went through Hermione’s body, and her eyes glazed over at the thought of them both at once. Her mind drifted back to that night when she had magically duplicated her dildo ... “Oh,” she said softly as tremors went through her.
The twins stood there, looking at her with amazement and lust in their eyes. “Brother, I think our girl just came thinking about us,” Fred said.
George replied almost inaudibly, “I think you’re right. What are we going to do about that, eh?”
Hermione’s eyes focused again as one of her arms was grabbed by each brother, and suddenly she found herself tripping toward their bedroom. Wait ... their bedroom?
“Well, we had to practice, get it right for our big public debut,” George said, reading her mind.
The thought of the two men in this room, on this bed, writhing, sweating, doing ... all those things she had written about in her books, almost made Hermione come again. Instead, she broke away from them and crawled up onto the king-sized bed, removing the rest of her clothing as she went. Turning around, she knelt in front of them, knees apart, and motioned with one finger. Fred and George looked at each other, licked their lips, and then fell all over themselves trying to be the first to be naked in bed with her.
This time, it was George who got to taste Hermione. He playfully pushed her back on the bed, straightening her legs so that he could lay between them and caress her with his tongue. He moaned, lapping up her fresh juices. “Bloody hell, brother, you were right,” he whispered, his breath tickling the fine hairs that Hermione left just around her outer labia. “This girl is delicious.” He probed her most sensitive spots with his skilled lips, her hips bucking in time with the swirls and flicks of his tongue against her swollen clit. She ran her fingers through his ginger hair, trying with all her might not to grab his ears and steer him to where she liked it best.
Fred, meanwhile, was enjoying this amazing display. He and George had both agreed that their little Hermione was most likely a minx in the boudoir, and quickly they were being proven delightfully correct. The sight of his brother buried in her brown curls, the look on Hermione’s face as she was eaten out, was simply intoxicating. He settled back on his heels, grabbing his firm cock with one spit-covered palm and reaching out another hand to lightly caress Hermione’s erect nipples. He traced one, then the other, with a single finger, then slid his palm across them until he was cupping her breast with his hand. He slowly began to stroke his cock, matching every stroke with a flick of his thumb across her nipple. She gasped and moaned, writhing beneath the two men. She tried to back away, sit up so that she could regroup, but with a grunt of denial, George pinned her hips to the bed and moved his tongue impossibly faster. Fred took the hint, and leaving his own cock alone, he leaned over so that he could attach his warm, wet mouth to her other nipple. The two brothers moved at the same exact speed, each of their tongues and Fred’s thumb working at the same time across all her most sensitive parts, until she came again, stronger, more powerfully, screaming her orgasm into the air.
Exhausted, she lay back against the pillow and looked down through sex-closed eyes at her men. Then, for no apparent reason, she began to giggle uncontrollably.
This was not the reaction that Fred and George had been hoping for.
“Erm, ‘Mione, no offense and all that, but while there are plenty of times when we aim for a laugh -”
“Now -”
“Isn’t really -”
“One of those times,” they finished.
She managed to get herself calmed down, and weakly chuckling, she explained, “It’s just that - well, I mean, you two just gave me two incredible orgasms, and I haven’t even kissed you yet!” She broke off into giggles again at the looks on their faces.
“Hey, wait just a minute,” George exclaimed. “I did too kiss you earlier.”
“That was just a peck,” Hermione stated. “I’m talking about a real kiss, the kind you’re supposed to have with someone - or two someones - before you end up naked and sweaty in bed together.”
Fred and George looked at each other, an unspoken plan forming in their eyes. Then they turned and gave her identical, lopsided, wicked, wicked smiles. Sliding up next to her, one twin on either side, they leaned forward and kissed her. Together. A tangle of tongues and lips and teeth, and she could barely tell which twin was which, and all she knew was that they both tasted like honey and firewhiskey and her, and it was so delicious that she didn’t think she’d ever be sated. After what seemed like an hour, though, they finally broke apart, the men laying back to either side of her again, panting and trying to recapture their spent breath.
“That. Was. Much more. Like it,” Hermione said between gulps of air. Fred and George smiled, each throwing an arm over her and pulling themselves in against her, resting their heads next to hers on the pillow. “Well, well ... what’s this, boys?” she queried teasingly, as their unbearably hard cocks came to rest on her thighs. “Oh my. I have been horribly selfish and unfair, haven’t I?” Rescuing her arms from behind them, she brought her hands down, and at the same time grasped Fred and George in surprisingly slick hands. They gasped simultaneously and arched up against her in utter pleasure as she stroked them both ever so slowly.
“My ... Merlin, ‘Mione, you’re not supposed to know that spell,” Fred said, straining not to thrust into her hand.
Hermione just chuckled to herself. Men. “Girls need lubrication just as much as boys do - sometimes more,” she explained in a teacherly tone. “I might not have spent my free time at Hogwarts wanking in my bedsheets, but I certainly found ... uses ... for such a spell, later.”
George groaned, imagining what Hermione must look like when she had a need for such a spell. “What ... what do you use it for, ‘Mione?” he managed to get out.
“Hmmm, let’s see,” Hermione pretended to think, all the while stroking their hard cocks painfully slowly. “Sometimes I use it on my nipples, you know, to roll them around between my fingers.” The twins moaned at the thought of her splayed on the bed, playing with her nipples. “Sometimes ... I use it to slick up my dildo, when I need to feel something big and hard inside me.” Fred’s glassy eyes stared back at her face, unseeing, as he dug his nails into her soft stomach, while George buried his head into her neck, sweating as her hands tightened on them both. “And sometimes ... once or twice, when I’d picture you two ... I’d use it to slick up both my dildos, and ... well, a lady doesn’t talk about such things,” she teased.
Fred and George stiffened. She had thought about them? “Why, you are a little minx, aren’t you, girl?” Fred said as he pulled himself from her grasp. George agreed wholeheartedly, wrenching himself away from Hermione’s slick fingers. Hermione swallowed. They were both kneeling above her, looking at her like predators look at prey. She swallowed again, frantically trying to moisten her dry lips, but to no avail. She couldn’t take her eyes off of them, their heavy cocks swaying as they pushed her knees apart. When she was completely spread apart in front of them, they turned to each other.
“Fred, I think she wants us,” George said contemplatively, almost as though Hermione wasn’t even in the room.
“George, I do believe you’re right,” Fred replied. “After all, she’s thought about us. Together. In bed with her.” His tone of voice was light, almost disapproving. “How dare she think she could seduce us? It’s not like we’d ever take her up on her wanton, lascivious offer.”
“Too right you are, brother,” George said. “And it’s not like we don’t have each other to ... satisfy our ... baser ... urges,” he said, placing a hand on his brother’s waist.
“Do you think she’d like a bit of a show?” Fred asked.
Instead of replying, George pulled Fred into a fierce kiss, tongues flashing between white teeth. Hermione couldn’t help herself. Her hand snaked down toward her aching groin, and, watching the two brothers kiss, she slid one finger between her swollen folds to find the wetness beyond.
The moment she touched herself, the brothers broke apart with a grin. “See, I told you, Fred, she wants us,” George remarked.
“Well, George, what should we do about it?” Fred said, placing one hand on Hermione’s smooth thigh.
“I should think that would be obvious, Fred,” George said. “We shag her rotten.”
Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head at the thought of the twins inside of her. Before she knew it, George was on top of her, kissing her passionately. Positioning the tip of his cock at her wet entrance, he slowly pushed forward, sheathing himself to the hilt. “Oh Fred, she feels ... unnngh,” he moaned, as he pulled himself completely out, then thrust back in in one swift motion. Hermione pulled her legs up, wanting every last inch of him inside of her, but he pulled out and moved back away from her, leaving her feeling completely empty. But Fred took his place, settling himself between her warm thighs and kissing her equally as passionately as his brother had. Slowly, he pushed himself into her, moaning his enjoyment into her ear as he thrust deeply, testing her limits, but just when she was beginning to match his motions, he too pulled out and sat back. The brothers glanced at each other, yet another unspoken conversation flashing between them in the blink of an eye, and within seconds, they had flipped Hermione over and up onto her knees.
George slid into her from behind, grabbing her hips and grinding his pelvis against her plump, luscious buttocks. Hermione’s eyes slid closed. She never managed to ... do ... that ... when she was alone! She opened her eyes only to see that Fred had positioned himself in front of her face. Without hesitation, she took him in her mouth, once again tasting honey and something uniquely Fred and her own musk, and greedily, she sucked as much of it off of his cock as she could. He hissed and grabbed the sheets to steady himself as she bobbed up and down in time with George’s thrusts. “Gods ... ‘Mione ...” Fred called, overwhelmed by the way her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. He tried not to, but he couldn’t help thrusting up into her welcoming mouth. He didn’t want to come yet, not this way, but it was so bloody hard not to, with the way her tongue was moving, and her hand was grasping the base of his cock, and ... “Oh, Merlin, George, now,” he cried, and pulled himself away from her in the nick of time, gasping for breath. George pulled out of Hermione as well and laid her on her side, letting Fred take his place inside of her.
“Ready, Fred?” George asked as his brother positioned himself inside of Hermione.
“Ready, George,” Fred said as he slid home and paused. Gently, George slid a finger in between Hermione’s buttocks until he found that tiny puckered opening, quivering with arousal. He carefully slid one finger inside and waited for her to relax, feeling Fred move ever so slowly inside of her. When he thought she could handle two, he added a second digit, and then a third, stretching her to accommodate him. She moaned and writhed in between them, unused to this type of touch. She was never this gentle with herself when it was just her and her playthings at home ... but she could get used to it, she thought wickedly to herself. She was more than ready for him, but even so, when he put the head of his wet, slick cock against her opening, she clenched automatically, causing Fred to gasp and move within her. The feel of his cock moving inside her was too much, and she pushed back against George, begging him to be inside of her as well. George slid forward, inch by slow inch, until he too was entirely sheathed inside her pert arse. She gasped, groaning. She had never felt this full before, and to have them both ... moving ... like that, nibbling on her neck, on her breasts, holding her hips ... she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came again.
“Fred,” she moaned, “George, come with me this time. Please, I want to feel you both come inside of me, all three of us, at the same time. Oh Merlin, just fuck me!” she cried, feeling both of their paces quicken at her words. Fred slammed into her pussy, grinding against her clit with ferocious thrusts, and George slid his slick, hard cock deeper and deeper into her arse with every flick of his hips. Fred had been close to coming before in Hermione’s mouth, so it didn’t take him long to achieve that peak again. This time, though, he didn’t hold back, calling out Hermione’s name as he came deep within her. The feel of Fred coming inside of her was amazing, and with the last thrust of his cock, he hit that sweet spot just where she needed it, and she too was coming all over both of them. The tremors that went through her caught George in tense waves, and soon his own orgasm ripped through him, spilling himself inside her.
The three of them lay panting on the bed, sheets twisted and soaked through underneath them, arms wrapped around each other, limp cocks still inside a twitching Hermione. “That was amazing,” she said. “So much better than the night with the two dildos.” Fred growled and pulled her and his brother a bit closer to him.
“Hermione, love. You won’t be needing those anymore.”
FIN