Sunday 14th March, 2004
It wasn't until the early morning on Sunday that Fred returned back to the flat he shared with George after leaving Hermione in bed with a cup of tea and a kiss. They had enjoyed their impromptu nap and then had some dinner together. They had danced around the kitchen, drank a couple of drinks and enjoyed another lust fuelled round of sex on her sofa. They'd had a shower together and then slept soundly until the sun started to rise, wrapped up in each other's arms.
He couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed himself so much, and he hoped that Hermione felt the same. He had never felt such a connection with another person before. He was obviously incredibly close to George, but he was his twin brother. They had their own special twin connection. Hermione on the other hand.. They were connected on a whole different level. She was everything both Fred and George had ever wanted in a woman. In a sexual partner. In a life partner. Fred hoped beyond all reason that this was not just a one time thing. It was exciting to think about what this fresh relationship could blossom into if given enough time.
Fred hadn't wanted to leave her this morning, she had looked so beautifully peaceful as she'd slept. Her curls were splayed across her pillows, and the duvet dipped dangerously low on her back. He'd woken her up with kisses on her spine. He had wanted to go for another round but he knew that George would be wandering where he was, and would want to hear how his night had panned out. It wasn't often that either of them spent the night away from the flat.
As expected, George was waiting for Fred in their living room when he finally stepped out of the floo.
"Well, well, well… Look who finally decided to come home!" George drawled lazily from his spot on the sofa.
A shit eating grin spread across Fred's face as he jumped onto the sofa next to his twin. Fred grasped George's face in his hands and delivered a great big sloppy kiss to his forehead.
"I had the BEST NIGHT EVER, Georgie," Fred announced. He dropped his brother's stunned face and collapsed onto his back, sprawling across the sofa. A look of pure bliss on his face.
George frowned and wiped the slobber from his own disgruntled face with the back of his hand. "I'm beginning to see that… Care to tell me about it?" He questioned hopefully.
Fred launched into a blow by blow, starting from last weekend's visit to their family home, and ending with leaving Hermione in bed this morning. By the end of the tale, George had shifted a pillow onto his lap to hide his obvious arousal.
George let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. "Crikey, mate. That sounds incredible. Why didn't you tell me about your encounter with her at mum and dads? And I must say I'm a little envious that you were the one that finally got to have sex with her, but I can't begrudge you for it. That's for sure."
"Well, I thought that if I told you I'd only go and jinx myself. I didn't want to take any chances for her to not follow up on our little conversation. If bloody Harry hadn't come into the kitchen when he did, I'm sure she would have asked me to take her virginity then and there! Oh, and Georgie," Fred waggled his eyebrows and leant forward to whisper conspiratorially, "I sowed some seeds for you,"
"You what?"
"I may have mentioned how you'd be upset you were missing out, but there were a couple of ways that she could make it up to you."
"Oh, is that so?" George asked, a smile creeping onto his face.
"Yes, brother of mine, that is so. You know what our girl is like. She doesn't like to upset anyone, and she always apologises when she knows she's done wrong. You may have to wait until she approaches you about it, we wouldn't want you scaring her off after all… But I said she had a couple of other virgin holes that you'd be interested in and she didn't seem too adverse to the idea."
"Oh, Fred! You wonderful, wonderful man! Let's hope she comes round to the idea!" George rubbed his hands together, eyes lighting up in delight.
"I think she will, little brother. She was insatiable last night, I wish you could have been there!" Fred launched back into describing his night in minute detail, but George only half listened. He was too busy conjuring up his own plans for their beautiful young witch.
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Saturday 20th March, 2004
As luck would have it, George didn't have to wait long at all to hear from Hermione. He had been busy closing the shop with Fred on Friday evening when he received an owl from the witch herself.
George,
I'm in need of your expertise on something. Please could you come to my flat tomorrow evening, 6pm, and leave that pesky twin of yours at home!
-H.
xxx
George had whooped and jumped around the shop in glee. Fred had merely laughed at his antics and patted him on the back, only mildly jealous that he was being left out. He supposed it was only fair since he had her to himself last weekend. Maybe one day they'd both get to take her at the same time? A twin could dream.
George had spent most of Saturday keeping himself busy to pass the time. The shop was sparkling clean, their flat had never been so organised, and he'd spent rather a long while fixing his hair just so. He would never admit how many times he'd changed his shirt.
At 5:59pm on the dot, George was through the floo and into Hermione's flat.
"Hello?" He called when he stepped out of her grate into an empty room.
"Coming!" He heard a yell from her bathroom.
George had been to Hermione's flat a few times in the past, but never just the two of them. He and Fred had helped her move in a few years ago, and had come round for gatherings with their mutual friends once or twice. He smiled as he remembered carrying her home with Fred's help one time after she'd had a few too many drinks at the Leaky.
They'd brought her home and helped her into bed that night, and George could only hope that he would get to see the inside of her bedroom once again tonight.
"Madam, you look devastating," George complimented with a dramatic bow as Hermione stepped out of her bathroom.
She was dressed in a simple black backless dress with no shoes. Her wild curls were cascading around her shoulders and she wore a pretty blush on her face.
Hermione giggled at his flattery, "Why thank you, Georgie. You don't look so bad yourself", she walked over to him and reached up to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek. He flushed from the feel of her lips on his cheek and tracked her every movement with besotted eyes. "Would you like a glass of wine?" She asked over her shoulder as she headed to her kitchen.
"I'd love one, thanks," He said as he followed her, he couldn't stop his eyes from roving over her bare back. He was hypnotised by the way her dress swayed dangerously high upon the backs of her tanned thighs as she walked.
Hermione gestured for George to sit at the table as she reached up to grab a couple of wine glasses from a tall shelf. George watched in rapture as her arse was slightly exposed by the hem of her dress rising.
"You are aware that you're a witch, right?" George teased.
Hermione cast a glance at her wand on the kitchen counter and laughed. "I'm not sure why, but I swear I forget I can do magic when I'm at home. I guess I'll never grow out of my muggle upbringing."
"I think it's endearing." He admitted.
Hermione blushed as she placed the two freshly filled glasses down on the table and the remaining wine in the middle. She sat on the chair across from him and began asking him about Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. She always felt so proud of the two of them for turning what they love into such a raving success. The Diagon Alley shop had been such a hit once it re-opened after the war that they had had to open a second branch in Hogsmeade. Zonko's had officially shut its doors so it was the perfect opportunity for the boys to expand their own business.
They sat together at her kitchen table and sipped their second glass of red wine. They had reached a lull in the conversation. Hermione looked at him through her eyelashes, trying to build up the courage to tell him why she'd asked him to her flat.
Sensing the change in Hermione's mood, George took the initiative. "So, you said you needed my expertise, hmm?",
Hermione cleared her throat and shifted in her seat. "Um, yes.. You see… Well. Oh, fuck it." She shook herself and started again. "You've spoken to Fred about last weekend I assume?" She was fed up with being nervous. She was going to be the confident witch she knew she could be. No more stammering.
George coughed and blushed at her sudden forwardness. "Er, yes. He has told me… Quite a lot, actually. I think he was the happiest I've ever seen him in all honesty."
"Well, I'm glad I made such an impression. I was certainly very happy myself after his visit. I never knew sex could be that good. If I was aware, I probably would have asked him years ago!"
"You could have asked me instead, you know." George muttered almost bitterly.
She smiled at George as she reached for his hand across the table. "Fred told me that you'd maybe feel a little left out after not being involved last weekend, and truly I feel terrible. I've fancied both of you for such a long time, not just Fred. I never thought that either of you would ever see me in any way other than a friend, so it was quite a shock when Fred told me that the both of you felt otherwise."
"Yes, well it's hard not to develop feelings for such a remarkable woman." he confirmed.
Hermione blushed at the praise. "Yes, well. The same goes for me. How was I not supposed to develop feelings for the two of you? Not only are you both hilarious and devilishly handsome, you're also both incredibly intelligent. I was screwed from the moment you introduced yourselves to me in my first year."
George finished off the last of his wine and stood up from the table. He walked around to Hermione's side and pulled her up to stand in front of him.
"I think you'll find that we were all screwed from the very same day."
With that, George leant down and stole his first kiss from Hermione. He could swear he felt fireworks going off inside his body. The feel of her lips moving against his own was enough to make his dick twitch inside his trousers.
He brought a hand up to grab a fist full of her hair, and the other trailed lazy patterns across the expanse of her bare back.
Hermione mewled into the kiss, desire pooling in her own stomach and she pressed herself into George's Quidditch hardened body.
George's hand travelled down to grasp Hermione's arse from under her skirt. He groaned as his hand came into contact with bare skin, rather than finding any underwear. Is she not wearing any knickers? Or maybe she's just wearing a thong. Oh my goodness, this woman will be the death of me. He thought to himself. He lifted her onto her kitchen table and stepped between her thighs, deepening their kiss.
They were both panting into the other's mouth, fighting to get as close to each other as possible. Hermione wound her legs around his waist and ran her hands through his silky hair.
"So… Since Fred took care of your virginity issue, what 'expertise' of mine are you after?" George asked after pulling his head back from her slightly.
He planted little kisses on her throat.
"Well, Fred told me that you're an arse man? He said that I may be able to make it up to you by letting you take that virginity for me." She gasped with pleasure.
George groaned loudly into the curve of her neck at her words.
"Bedroom?" George questioned,
"Bedroom." she agreed, trying to free herself to walk to her room. George held her tightly and kissed her again. He simply picked her up off of the table and carried her effortlessly to her bedroom, never breaking their kiss.
Once inside the room, George dropped Hermione into the middle of the bed and stood to remove his clothing. She shuffled back on to the bed, leaning on her elbows and splayed her legs slightly. He was halfway through removing his jeans when he noticed that she was in fact not wearing any underwear. "Oh you naughty, naughty Witch!"
George abandoned undressing in favour of diving between Hermione's legs. He pushed up the skirt of her dress up fully and planted soft kisses to her thighs, savouring the noises she made as he touched her everywhere but where she wanted to be touched.
"George, stop teasing me!" she mewled.
"Or what, Love?" He questioned coyly.
"Or I'll…" she grasped around at straws for a suitable threat, but came up short. "Or nothing, just please, please… I need you to touch me," She begged.
How could he refuse her when she asked so sweetly?
"Mmm, yes Baby, anything you ask."
And with that, he licked the full length of her slit. He moaned as the taste of her sweet juices flooded his mouth. He alternated between licking her opening and teasing her engorged clit, her thighs clenching around his head in pleasure.
Her back arched off of the bed as he entered her dripping pussy with his middle finger. He found the knot of nerves inside of her and gently massaged it, taking his cues from the noises she made.
"Oh, George, please… More! I need more!" She groaned, thrashing about on the bed.
A second finger joined the first, and then a third. The sound of her wetness echoed deliciously around her bedroom. George pushed her legs higher in the air and trailed his tongue down from her pussy to her puckered arsehole. She jumped at the new sensation, her eyes flying open to watch him. The look on his face was pure bliss as he pounded her pussy with his fingers and tasted her virgin hole.
It didn't take long before Hermione's orgasm crept up on her. She threw her head back and groaned through her teeth as it ripped through her.
"Mmm, your arse tastes so good 'mione, and your pussy is so, so wet. I can't get enough of you!"
Hermione gently pushed him away from her, her pussy too sensitive for a moment.
"You can have more of me later… For now, I want you to teach me something.." she said, pulling him up to kiss her by his hair.
"What would you like me to teach you?" He asked, finally shrugging himself out of the remainder of his clothing.
She grasped his hard cock in her hand and looked at him with large, dark, innocent doe like eyes.
"I want you to teach me how to please you with my mouth,"
George's cock jolted in her hand at her words.
'I think your cock wants you to teach me, too," she giggled.
She tentatively rubbed the head of his cock and spread his precum over his rigid shaft.
"I think you're right, Love. Your hand feels amazing on me, but I bet your mouth will feel even better." He shifted them so that he could sit up against the headboard and then guided Hermione between his legs.
"What do I do?" She asked, staring down at his large cock in wonder.
"How about you just lick it first? See how it feels and tastes." He suggested,
Hermione wasted no time in leaning forward. She ran her tongue gently over his head, licking up a fresh bead of precum. George's head fell back against the headboard with a clunk, groaning at the sensation.
"Like that?"
"Yes, just like that." He gasped out.
"You taste better than I was expecting. Salty but sweet at the same time. Almost like cinema popcorn." she mused.
"Cinema popcorn?" George questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Never mind," she giggled. "Maybe I'll take you and Fred some time."
Returning to her lesson, she experimentally licked him all over. She swirled her tongue around his head, and then ran it along the underside from base to tip.
"Oh, Godric!" He said. He was struggling to keep his hips still.
Hermione watched his face screw up in pleasure as she took his head in her mouth. By the looks of things, she was not doing a bad job of this so far. He seemed to be loving what she was doing to him. She felt emboldened to keep going, and pretty soon she had taken half of his length into her mouth.
He brought a hand up to the back of her head to gently encourage her to keep going. "You're amazing, Hermione. Your mouth feels so good."
She used every trick about blow jobs she'd ever read in muggle magazines and took note of what actions elicited what noises from the man quickly turning into putty right in front of her.
She tried to take him deeper into her throat but stopped when she felt herself beginning to gag. George moaned and his legs tightened at the feel of her throat constricting around his cock. She tried again and again to take more of him into her throat, she had tears swimming in her eyes.
Suddenly she felt him pull her off of his dick by her hair. "I need you to stop that or I'll cum, and I don't want to cum yet. I have other plans for you." He explained.
Hermione wiped her mouth and eyes and sat back on her knees between his legs. George leaned forward and grasped the bottom of her dress. "Is this coming off?"
She nodded shyly, so George pulled it over her head. His mouth went dry as he drank in her naked form. She hadn't even worn a bra? She's definitely trying to kill me.
George took a moment to appreciate her naked body. Her hips weren't too pronounced, and they had the most adorable hip dips he'd ever seen on any woman. Her stomach wasn't quite flat but her waist pulled in in the most enticing way. Her breasts were fuller at the bottom and formed a lovely perky teardrop shape. Her nipples were pink and standing out proudly in arousal. She was a vision.
George pulled her towards him and quickly engulfed a hard nipple into his mouth. He pushed her into him with a firm hand on her back. His other hand travelled around her and kneaded an arse cheek roughly. Hermione steadied herself by grasping both of his shoulders. Her head fell back as tingles shot from her nipples to her core.
He used his strength to lay Hermione down and parted her thighs. He lined his hard cock up to her entrance and gently pushed forward. Before she knew it, she was entirely filled with his dick. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans as they adjusted to the feeling of George being inside of Hermione.
She grasped his shoulders as he held her thighs apart to allow himself deeper access. He gently started to rock his hips, causing a moan to rip out of her with every thrust. He gradually increased his pace, the sound of his balls slapping against her arsehole echoing around them.
"You… feel… so… good!" She managed to tell him,
"This is only the beginning, baby", he assured her.
Hermione could feel another orgasm building inside of her. She snaked a hand between their bodies and started to play with her own clit.
"You're killing me, you're so sexy," George bit out between thrusts.
Hermione's orgasm ripped through her, her thighs spasming below his strong hands. He stopped moving and enjoyed the feel of her pussy clenching around his dick before he pulled out of her. He gave her a moment to compose herself, kissing her on her shoulder
"I want you to turn over for me, Love"
Hermione adjusted herself so that she was laying on her front. George knelt between her thighs and put a large pillow under her hips, raising her arse in the air. He ran his hands over her arse, enjoying the view.
"What are you doing, Georgie?" Hermione asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
"You told me that Fred said I was an arse man," he said with a cheeky rubbed this thumb between her cheeks and gathered some of her wetness from her pussy. He spread it over her puckered hole and gently pressed down.
"Is it going to hurt?" She asked, worriedly.
"Not with the way I do it. Don't worry, Love. Just lay there and enjoy."
With a wandless spell of his own creation, he made sure that she was all clean and ready for him. He had learned the hard way that anal was not the cleanest of things, and had stopped sleeping with muggles for this reason. At least with witches he was able to use magic to avoid any accidents.
Hermione shivered as she felt the spell pass over her, and made a note to ask him about it later. She was too distracted by the feel of his tongue once again rimming her. His tongue skilfully probed past her tight sphincter, eliciting a quiet squeak from Hermione.
After a few minutes of enjoying her delicious hole, he sat back and sucked on a finger. He gently pushed it against her arse, letting it slowly slip inside of her. He carefully thrust his digit inside of her, slowly working his way to his second, then third knuckle. Once Hermione was used to the feeling he did the same with a second finger, stretching her delicate hole.
Hermione was quietly moaning below him, her bum wiggling deliciously in the air. George couldn't help but give into temptation as he gently spanked a cheek.
"Oh!" she cried out,
"Did you like that?"
"Yes, George." She whimpered.
He drew his hand back again and spanked her a little harder this time, still fingering her arse with his other hand.
She quickly found that the feel of his fingers inside of her, paired with the sting of his slaps was enough to make her pussy drool.
Hermione cried out again, her little arse starting to sport a red hand print. George spanked Hermione again and again, thoroughly distracting her from the fact he now had 3 fingers buried up to his knuckles in her arse. She was so incredibly tight, he couldn't wait to have his cock in her.
After another couple of spanks, George withdrew his fingers from her arse and lined his cock up with her entrance. He spat on her arsehole and gently pushed himself into her well prepared hole.
Hermione screamed as she felt him slowly bottom out inside of her.
"Are you okay?" He asked in concern. His balls resting against her dripping wet pussy.
"Just give me a second to adjust. You're so big, and my hole is so tight!" She breathed.
After a few moments she started to wiggle her bum. George stayed still, holding her hips in his strong hands as she got used to the feeling of being filled by him.
"Okay, I think I'm ready" she finally told him,
He leaned down and kissed her on the shoulder again as he slowly withdrew his cock up to the head, and then slowly plunged back into her. A guttural moan ripped its way out of Hermione, it felt so different to vaginal sex, but still oh so good!
She encouraged him to keep going, which didn't take much. He stood back up onto his knees and wrapped an arm under her stomach. He ground his pelvis against her. He was entranced by the sight of his cock being swallowed by her time and time again. He picked up the pace and watched her butt cheeks ripple as he clapped against them.
Her hands gripped the pillows either side of her head, and she pushed back into him with every thrust. He moved his hand from her stomach to her clit and helped her on her way to her first anal orgasm.
She became more and more vocal the harder he pounded into her. He was lost in ecstasy, all of his senses overwhelmed with pleasure.
"I'm … Gonna… CUM!" She shouted, this was enough to send him over the edge. He felt his balls tighten as her arse constricted around his shaft. He emptied his load inside of her, her own juices from her pussy pooling on the bed. He pulled out of her with a quiet pop and lay on the bed next to her. Both of them struggled to catch their breaths.
Hermione rolled over and groaned when she felt some of his cum drip out of her arse. He whispered another wandless spell to clean them both up and gathered her up in his arms.
"How was that, Love?" He kissed her forehead lovingly.
"That was beyond my wildest dreams, Georgie," she nuzzled into the curve of his neck. "I'm not sure how anyone could ever top you or Fred," She mused.
"Well… I have an idea." He chuckled,
Hermione sat up slightly to look at him. "Oh yeah? And what would that be?"
"Me and Fred, at the same time." He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked at her.
"What?!" She exclaimed in shock. "At the same time? Like, in the same room?"
George chucked at her innocence. "Not even just in the same room, Love. Both of us.. In you.. At the same time."
"At the same time?" She whispered, horrified. "I could never fit you both in the same hole at the same time?"
George laughed openly at this, "Well, you do have more than one hole…"
"Oh… OH! Okay, I understand now. Sorry, I panicked."
George kissed her on the head. "It's okay, you're still new to all of this. Don't worry though, we won't pressure you into anything you don't want to do. I hope you'll want to keep sleeping with both of us separately, we'll both be very happy with that. Just know that the option for both is always there if you want to take it."
Hermione lay back down and pondered George's suggestion. "So let me get this straight… You're saying that you and Fred would be willing to share me? You'd both be willing to sleep with me one on one like we have, but you'd also be willing to share me, in the same room, at the same time?"
George rolled over to face her, he traced patterns on her stomach with his finger. "Yes, Hermione. Fred and I have talked about this before. Many times over the years in fact. We have dreamed of making you our girlfriend since we were 20 but we were terrified we'd scare you off so we never instigated anything. We'd be willing to share you, like we share everything else. If that means you only come to our individual beds once or twice a week then so be it, but we've also discussed the possibility of having you at the same time."
"Wow, you've really thought this through, huh?" She rolled them over so that George was laying on his back and she was straddling him. She felt his dick twitch against her pussy.
"Yes, yes we have." He said whilst admiring her body from this new angle.
"Well, we have plenty of time to figure all of that stuff out in the future. I would love to be yours and Fred's girlfriend. But first, I want to enjoy you all to myself some more." She leaned down and kissed him, rubbing herself along his length enticingly.
"Mmm, I would appreciate that very much." George agreed.
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They spent the remainder of the evening exploring each other some more. Hermione learned a couple of new sex positions, and realised that she loved giving blowjobs and receiveing anal. She couldn't wait to show Fred her new skills.
George went for a shower whilst Hermione ordered them some Chinese takeout to enjoy together. She quickly joined him in the shower to wash off the sweat from the day before the delivery arrived.
I could get used to this. She thought to herself as she watched George try to pick up some noodles with his chopsticks.
"You and Fred are going to have to be the ones that tell your family about us. Ron is not going to react well, and your mum's going to be even worse. She thought I was a slut at the age of 14, what's she going to think when she finds out I'm sleeping with both of her Twin sons?"
"Yeah, that's fair. We'll just have to tell everyone how you seduced us and lured us into your bed like a succubus."
Hermione threw a spring roll at his head, "Excuse me?! You'll do no such thing!"
George laughed as he plucked the spring roll out of the air with his athletic reactions. "I'm joking, I'm joking! We'll make sure they know that we were the pursuers, not you. You're probably right that Ron won't be best pleased, but I think mum will be more understanding than you think!"
"I'll believe it when I see it!"
"You'll see it next weekend when we all go to the Burrow for lunch and let them know."
Hermione hid her face behind her noodle box and groaned. "So soon?"
"Well, we don't plan on ever letting you go, so we may as well get it over with quickly! No use in extending the inevitable!"
"I suppose that makes sense." Hermione begrudgingly agreed. It didn't mean she had to be happy about it though!
