"Show me." My voice was barely a whisper but in the silence of the room, it wouldn't have been heard clearer if I had screamed.

The look of surprise on their face would have been funny, if it hadn't held so much hope. George started to speak, but as if he feared to alarm me, Fred stopped him. Maybe he was afraid I would back away if I had time to think. For the first time, I noticed they were holding hand. George let go of my hand and search my eyes for a confirmation. I nodded discretely.

Fred put one hand on the other men shoulder and with the other he slowly turned his head, so they were looking in each other eye, and then ... they kissed. It was beautiful and very manly, nearly violent. Neither yield to the other. There wasn't any tenderness in the hug they shared; it was brute force and raw desire. However, I can't deny I found it very erotic.

If someone would have told me about a similar situation, I would have thought the person looking would have felt left aside, like a voyeur, but somehow I felt included. Maybe it's because they were not only aware of my presence, but they were doing it for me. I a way they weren't making out together, it wasn't a relationship it was.... masturbation.

I was looking at the kissing couple with an intensity I didn't know I could reach. I was feeling excited, more than Ì would have thought possible. I was squeezing my thighs together, trying to satisfy the needs that they were awakening in me. My breathing was shallow and fast, and I was grabbing the arm of the chair so hard, my knuckles were white.

Their next move was so sudden; I didn't even realized it has happened until I found myself sitting on their laps. One of the twins was kissing my neck the other was whispering in my ear. I felt a hand on my core and even though my skirt and knickers I know he felt my dampness.

"Well, well. Guess what Fred? I think she likes it." Fred let out a groan, but didn't stop his ministration. A hand slipped on my chest and found a breast, I moaned loudly at the feeling.

"You like that, don't you?" asked the whisper in my ear.

I nodded, but it wasn't enough of an answer for him.

"Say it. I want to hear you say that you like it."

"I like it... Oh God, I like it!"I said in a trembling whisper.

That time they both groaned, and it seemed to have been an agreed on signal. At the same time, their stroking hands got passed my clothing. It was maddening the feeling of their hands on my naked skin. One was stroking my thing under my skirt; the other one had undone the buttons of my blouse and was slowly and delicately caressing my stomach.

They were focusing on me with the same passion they have shown to each other earlier, but it wasn't as violent. There were tenderness and gentleness in their acts, and something that may have looked like worshiping. I felt so safe and loved in their arms, I could have cried.

With Ron, we often came very close, but I had always stopped him before we went all the way. I though I wasn't ready, but in the tender hands of the twins, I realized I was more than ready. I had an absolute certainty that they would stop anytime I would ask them. Maybe it was what reassured me, but whatever the reason, I knew this time, it would be the one.

Their mouths joined their hands and soon the sensations they were awaking in me were so overwhelming that I completely lost track of the events.

I did not realize I have lost my bra until I felt the rub of the rough stubble of a day-old shave on my nipple. It hurt a bit, but it was a pleasant kind of pain. I couldn't suppress the small cry that escaped from my lips. The rough sensation was replaced by the wet softness of a tongue and that gentle caress was even more excruciating. By the time the tongue gave way to lips, I was shaking from the intense sensation. I was feeling my core throbbing, the slightness touch would have sent me to the star.

The tantalizing mouth let go of my breast and George laid his forehead on my chest, between my breasts. He was breathing hard and trembling nearly as much as me. I was now sitting between Fred's thighs, leaning on his chest. I felt his breathing, fast and shallow, and a prominent hard bulge that was pressing on the small of my back.

"We should stop" George breathed.

"Right you are, brother." answered Fred, his voice trembling, before removing his hands from my thighs. They had been maddeningly close to my throbbing core. I couldn't bear to have them stopping so close. I desperately wanted to experience it and now was a good time as any.

"Don't stop, please." I pleaded.

Phew! It's getting pretty hot in here. ;)

Gee, they seemed like a popular match, I put the first part of this story online this morning and I already had three review. Positive ones! Thanks everyone. It's my first fanfic ever, so I'm glad you liked it.

The story was about at that point when I started to upload it, most of what I had already written is there. But I'm not sure about the next chapter.

I have already nearly finished it, but I found a bit... explicit. Maybe I will try to soften it a bit, in that case it may be a day or two. Sorry :(