"I don't think it will work," Ron said, looking at the kiddie pool Fred and George had filled with squares of red and green gelatin and put in the spare bedroom. "And even if it does, who are you going to find to do it?"

"Don't you worry about that, little brother," George said. "We have just the girl in mind."

He and Fred had been watching a few films and one of them showed two women wresting in a pool of gelatin and they had looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. There was only one girl they both wanted and she was just brave and reckless enough to go for it if they worded it right. They'd spent a lot of time with her and a few weeks before they had started dating but they weren't telling people yet. The longer they could keep their mother from trying to marry them, the better.

"One girl? With both of you?"

"Of course," Fred added. "Women love taking a ride on the Weasley Twin Train. Destination: Multiple Orgasms."

"And she'll be here any minute, so you better piss off."

George knew the sight of Ron would put Hermione off cocks for a week and they couldn't have that. His brother had dated the witch he and Fred wanted for about a fortnight after the war. No one knew what happened, the two people involved being tight-lipped about it. At least until Hermione had come over to help them with a complex potion and stayed for drinks. Pissed, she'd spilt the entire story as they cried and howled with laughter.

Their short relationship ended when they tried to have sex and Ron came before he could even put his dick in her. Hermione had told them that their brother had pulled it out of his pants, took one look at her naked sex and exploded all over his hand. Deciding that training Ronald to be a good lover was too much work, Hermione had ended things.

"Whatever," Ron said, looking butthurt. "I'll go to the Leaky. There's always a woman there willing to ride my Firebolt."

"More like a training broom," Fred muttered. "Have fun, Ron. Use protection."

As soon as Ron left their flat, George pulled out his wand and locked the wards down so only the two of them and Hermione could enter. Fred checked the gelatin was set and he cast the charms on the ground so nothing would get stained or ruined. As he looked at the pool of jelly, he was thankful for magic. It had taken about an hour to get everything ready. He couldn't imagine how long it would have taken to make a pool full of gelatin the Muggle way.

"I think it looks very festive, brother," George observed.

"I do too. A little Christmas treat for our sweet. I hope she goes for it."

When Hermione appeared in the twins' flat she instantly knew something was happening, that her boys had planned something. She looked around the room and touched their Christmas tree and a few their decorations before turning to them.

"What have you two planned?" she asked. "Looks lovely in here, by the way."

"Wanted to make it special for our special girl, " George said.

"We have something fun planned for tonight," Fred said. "Follow us."

Hermione cautiously followed them as they made their way to the spare bedroom. It wasn't that she didn't trust them, it was just that their idea of a surprise was just as likely to cause her to end up in St Mungo's as it was to end with an orgasm. She stopped as soon as she walked into the room and was the inflatable swimming pool that would be just long enough for Fred or George to lay down in.

"Merlin help me. You two have been watching Muggle porn again, haven't you?"

"Yup! And this scene was hot, Hermione."

"Really? Because it looks like it's going to be cold as fuck."

"It won't be! Plus, George wants your sweet little cunt tonight, so he'll be in the pool. It will just be your hands and knees."

"But…"

"Come on," George asked. "It will be fun."

Of all the things she had expected when she walked in, a pool full of jelly wasn't one of them. She'd seen enough movies that featured this scene that she wasn't against trying it. Hell, it could be fun.

"Let's do it then," she said.

Stripping their clothes off, Fred took her in his arms and began to kiss her. There was nothing gentle about the way he kissed. Just like he lived his life, he kissed hard, fast, and with passion. Before George could wrap his arms around her and kiss her neck, she was already dripping. Always so in sync, they each found her pussy with their fingers and she couldn't tell which of them was circling her clit and which one was thrusting in and out of her.

"Come for us, love," George whispered into her ear. "Then the real fun can begin."

They continued to play her body like an instrument they'd mastered. Hitting all the right notes and making her body sing with pleasure. When she was close, they moved in tandem, the fingers on her clit pinching as the one buried inside her pressed against her G-spot until she was crying out their names.

"So gorgeous when you come," Fred purred against her lips. "Are you ready for more?"

"Yes, please."

George took her by the hand and led her over to the end of the pool. Winking at her, he flung his naked body backwards into the pile of jelly.

"Merlin fuck that's cold!" he yelled, shivering slightly. "Come on, Hermione."

He patted his jelly covered thigh. She looked at the mess around him and had second thoughts. "Maybe we should skip it?"

"Absolutely not. Do you know how much time I spent making the gelatin? And blowing up the pool manually? We're not wasting that time. Get in, Granger."

"You're ridiculous, you know that right?"

"Yes, he does," Fred said, laughing. "Now get on that cock, love."

Shaking her head at her silly boys, she stepped into the pool. Hissing at the cold, she kneeled down, her thighs on either side of George's slender ones. As she went to lift herself up to take George inside her, her knees glid on the slippery sweet and she fell, her face landing in a pile of jelly. Fred was standing at the end of the pool, laughing at them before leaning down to help her back into position.

"Come on, love. Warm me up with that hot cunt of yours." George's attempt at dirty talk was slightly ruined by the way his teeth were chattering.

With Fred's assistance, she moved into a tall kneel and reached for George's cock, lining it up with her entrance. As soon as she was in position, she sank down onto him and moaned at the way he stretched her. His skin above the food was warm, even if her shins and hands were chilled. Fucking in jelly sure looked a lot hotter on the telly.

"Love, you feel great, but we have to stop," George said. "My balls are trying to move back into my body because they're so cold."

"But you worked so hard," Fred teased.

"Fuck off, arsehole. Help her up."

Hermione moved off George and already missed him inside her as she made her way out of the pool. As he was halfway to standing up, his feet slipped out and he landed with a splat as the gelatin, which had now blended and was sort of a purple colour spray from the pool. Fred was doubled over laughing as George struggled to get up and fell a few more times, his body covered in the gooey substance.

Taking pity on her man, Hermione summoned her wand and vanished the jelly before sending a warm jet of water into the pool to make sure he wasn't sticky. The charm should have taken care of it, but she wanted to make sure. An idea struck her, and with a few muttered spells, the Christmas tree from their living room was sparkling in the corner, the pool was filled with pine scented water, and red and green baubles floated around the room. If her men wanted festive fucking, by Merlin she was going to give it to them.

"Merlin, Hermione," Fred said, looking around, "this is perfect."

"Come here, my little Christmas elf," George said, beckoning her towards him. "I have a candy cane just waiting for you."

Making sure the mess was removed from her own body, Hermione settled herself in the pool once again, this time surrounded by warm water. George summoned a bottle of their patented lube from the WWW adult line, guaranteed to not wash off in water, and poured some into his hand, working it over his still hard cock then her pussy. She moaned as his fingers pushed into her. Their lips met and she began to rock against his hand, needing the friction.

Without warning, his fingers slipped out and he placed her on his cock, thrusting up as he pushed her down so he filled her instantly. Their moans mingled in their joined mouths at the feeling. Slowly moving her hips, she let the length and width of him pleasure her for a moment before she felt Fred behind her. His magic readied her body to accept him and she stilled her hips, waiting for him to enter her back door.

After stretching her with his fingers, he pushed inside her with practised ease and she arched her back as he settled fully inside her. Her men, her twins, filling her completely. There was no room for anything else when they were like this. No worries, no stress; every inch of her existence was taken up by Fred and George.

This was what she lived for.

These moments.

Pressed between her two men.

They both pressed their lips to her neck, both of them finding that sensitive spot on either side. George kept his hips still as Fred began to fuck her with earnest, the force of this thrusting moving her up and down George's cock. The water splashed around them, the sound adding to her arousal. Each wave that slapped against the side was like their skin slapping together. She felt as wet as the water surrounding them as they pleasured her body.

George's hand snuck between them and his fingers found her swollen clit. She was already so close and as soon as his fingers began to circle it, she came hard. Fred slowed his thrusts as she tightened around them. When her body calmed, he began to pound into her without abandon. They were both groaning against her neck and she felt the rumblings in their chests, heightening her own arousal.

Her cries of ecstasy became louder as Fred increased his pace and George applied more pressure to her clit. She wanted to hold on to this feeling forever, never wanted to come so she could live in this in-between space where her body felt alive. But then George flexed his hips, driving himself deeper inside her and her world exploded as she came, screaming their names.

Within moments, she could feel them release inside her and Fred collapsed onto her back, pressing her into George. She kissed his chest, not caring that it was hard to breathe. Who needed oxygen when she was surrounded by her men? He shifted off her, laying in the wanted next to his twin and she rolled over, settling down on their laps.

The water was still warm and they wrapped their arms around her, holding her as they watched the twinkling lights of the tree.

"The water was much sexier than the jelly," George admitted. "I guess that's why you're considered the bright one and all that."

"Our witch is very smart," Fred agreed. "But we're smarter because we convinced her to go for us."

"I don't know," Hermione added, "I think choosing you guys makes me the smartest."

Snuggling back into them, she knew she was right. Of all the things she'd done, saying yes to the two men in the pool with her was at the top of the list.

The next day at the Burrow

"George," Molly snapped, "Why are you all purple? Hermione's hands were purple, too. You better not have been playing a prank on her, young man."

"Just a little mishap trying out a new product, mum. We'd never prank Hermione."

A/N: Thank you to the beautiful Inadaze22 for helping me with the inspiration for this chapter.

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