**Sexual Content. This is an M-rated fiction. There will be dirty talk, masturbation, and voyeurism**
You awoke to a sound that, quite frankly, you hated with every fiber of your being. The TV was on and all you could hear was the frantic addlebrained dumb-ass laughing of two animated idiots. Why it was a popular show you never understood, but there was no surprise to you that at least one of the Twins would find Beavis and Butthead to be wholly entertaining. You sat up in your bed and the sight before you made your heart soar.
Fred was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV while eating from a bowl of cereal. His hair was messy and a goofy grin on his face. His eyes lit up with joy at the stupidity of the show. You couldn't help it, you slowly rose out of bed, walked over to Fred, and took his bowl of cereal away as he finished chewing his bite. He frowned but that quickly changed as you straddled his lap and kissed his cheek. Making your way to his mouth, you could taste the mix of milk and sweet cinnamon on his lips and you wanted more. Your tongue coaxed its way quite easily into his mouth where the sugary cinnamon taste exploded. You hummed into his mouth and he grunted his pleasure as his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you in closer.
Your moment was broken when you felt a pillow pelt the back of your head. "Really guys? Isn't it too early for snogging?" You smiled and looked over at him, perched in Fred's lap. "It's never too early to make out. Why, would like a turn?" George just flipped you off and rolled over, obviously preferring sleep. You pouted toward Fred he nipped at your protruding lip, "Ignore him, he's clearly got the wrong priorities right now." He continued to kiss you senselessly. The moment you smelled coffee you broke away, "Ahh my first love is ready for me, I must go caffeinate."
As you walked into the kitchen Barb was there pouring a cup for herself, she handed one to you and smiled knowingly. "What?" you asked innocently enough. "I forgot the three of you are just a bunch of horny teens. I need to put more silencing charms around your door."
You smiled at Barb, "Why put us in the same room then?" Barb rolled her eyes, "What so you can end up in the same room all the time anyway?"
"Smart woman," Fred piped up as he grabbed a mug of coffee for himself after depositing his bowl in the sink. Barb smiled, "How'd you like the cereal, Fred? I suppose Molly doesn't have that in the house." Fred shook his head, "No, it was delicious. I am also loving the whole TV thing." You smiled and laughed looking at Barb, "He discovered Beavis and Butthead." She just shook her head, "Wait until he finds Ren & Stimpy." You cringed, "Oh god no. They will sing it nonstop." George emerged from your room, "Sing what?" he asked as he stretched. His shirt rode up just high enough to highlight his waistband which accentuated his hips. Fred knocked your knee under the table with a knowing look. "Nothing." You started quickly.
It only took a few days to settle into the summer routine. You still woke up early, long before the Twins and you would walk to the beach like you did every summer. You were going to see if you could get your job back at the ice cream parlor but Barb convinced you to just relax and enjoy your time with Fred and George. It also didn't take long for certain tensions to start rising among the three of you.
It was a slow build. Their touches increased and they consistently sought your bare skin. George diligently took care of your scars after your nightly shower as Fred watched every single time. You could see the lust in his eyes, yet nothing came of it. He usually excused himself shortly after and spent a bit of time in the bathroom. George always chuckled at Fred's impatience.
One evening after George had finished and Fred was in the bathroom. He turned you around and kissed you with such heated passion that you melted in his arms. He pulled your hair taut as your mouth opened more so he gained deeper access with this tongue. When he came up for air his breathy words caressed your ear, "He's getting off right now you know. Thinking about you and the faces you make when I take care of you." You gasped, "I bet he would love to watch me take care of you in other ways.
The door opened from the bathroom and Fred stood there, watching as you were melting into George's touch. Fred approached the two of you on the bed, "We haven't forgotten you know." George continued, "We just haven't had the time to really discuss anything further." Fred quirked his brow, "After all we are dying to know if you completed the task I gave you."
You dropped your head in embarrassment, "I tried." George cooed softly at you, "Tell us what you mean love." You looked up into both their eyes, "After you left that night, I did as you said, and honestly nothing really happened."
Fred tutted, "Nothing happened darling? Then maybe you need some instruction." Fred looked at George and nodded. "Show me what you started doing," Fred asked quietly. You blushed furiously as you started caressing your stomach, moving your hand in slow circles.
You close your eyes as your fingers graze your stomach going lower. You heard George speak, "Why don't you go up instead of down love." The deepness in his voice sent a surge of desire through your body. You paused, unsure if you should remove your shirt, "Love, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." George said quietly by your ear. The feeling of his hot breath emboldened you.
As you slipped your shirt off, you were left in your purple lace bra and shorts. Your hand returned to your upper chest grazing your fingertips over the swell of your breasts. Fred spoke softly, "Do you even know how hot you are right now?"
George spoke huskily in your ear, "Slip your hand into your bra and play with your nipple." You did as he instructed and you felt the pebbling begin to form as everything stiffened. As you caressed over your hardened nipple you felt a pleasant wave of arousal cascade down to your core. You involuntarily thrust your hips slightly, riding the wave of pleasure.
"Now you have it. Do you know how hard you're making me right now, watching you play with your tits?" George continued in your ear. You gasped slightly imagining his hands in place of your own moving from one breast to the other, repeating the actions more fervently. "Tell me, love, what are you thinking about right now?" George asked.
"That these are your hands touching me like this. That you're kissing me like you just did, your mouth traveling down my neck." You finished breathily. Fred chuckled. "Darling, do you feel any wetness in your panties yet?" You nodded your head gently letting out a breathy sigh.
"Good, now why don't you let your hand wander down there darling," Fred suggested as he watched you eagerly. His eyes were transfixed on your hand as it slowly drifted lower toward your jean shorts. You removed your shorts, your panties the same shade of purple. You left your knees propped up but closed tightly. As your fingers played with the waistband of your panties.
"Open your legs, let me see how wet you are," Fred commanded. Your knees fell wide to each side fully exposing your panty-clad core to him. You opened to see Fred's eyes filled with lust and desire. You wanted to push him further so you snaked your hand to the inside of your thigh and played with the edge of your panties teasing one finger on the outside.
It felt so much different now than the night you played with yourself. Having them watching and instructing turned you on at a whole other level.
"Slip your fingers under your panties" George spoke slowly in your ear, "Now listen carefully I want you to slowly move your finger around until you find it most pleasurable." Your fingers encountered that warm viscous wetness and you spread it all around.
You found one particular spot that caused you to gasp. "I do believe you have found your clit, now look at me, darling." You tilted your head toward George, "One of these days very soon, I am going to find that spot with my tongue, and you are going to tell me how good it makes you feel." His words and the feeling of your playing with your clit created a strange pressure building deep in your cunt.
"Let me see your fingers love." Fred requested. He grabbed your hands as they glistened in the light, a clear build-up between the fingers. You gasped as he placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean. He hummed in delight, you quickly replaced your hand under your panties and continued caressing everywhere eventually skimming the edge of your entrance. "Use your middle finger and try to reach as deeply as you can go." Fred requested as he shifted closer to your head. George stayed put fully entranced watching your hand move and massage under your underwear.
"Tell me what it's like Aila, tell me what it feels like to have your finger inside you," you gasped at the way Fred said your name. "It's very warm, soft, and slick, almost silky." Fred hummed in your ear, he was even closer than before. Why don't you try and go deeper" As you did you felt a different texture, and as your finger caressed the difference in feeling you gasped. "Oh, and what have you discovered darling? Tell me." George asked.
You hit the area again, as tension began building deep in your core. "It feels a little different, and when I touch it." You gasped again as you hit the area. "How does it make you feel when you touch it?" Fred asked.
You kept hitting the spot, "It makes me feel really good." You increased the speed at which you hit the spot, your hips starting to thrust, "Freddie, I do believe she is going to make herself cum like this." George's words spurred you on further. You started grinding on your hand. Fred was impossibly close but still not touching you, "You're doing such a good job darling." The pressure kept building at his words, "Talk to me more." You said desperately. "Oh? Do you like it when I talk dirty in your ear?" You nodded furiously. "George, she wants us to talk her through her orgasm."
"Oh love, do you need us that bad? You're doing so good." Just as you felt the pressure creeping past its tipping point, "Darling, your fucking yourself so good with your fingers. Maybe next time I'll do all the work for you." Fred's words hit you perfectly and you felt the pleasurable wave wash over you, you seized up as your body crested from your orgasm.
As your body relaxed the desire to move was non-existent, George took your wrist and removed your hand from your panties, He brought your glistening fingers to his mouth and enveloped them. "God Freddie this could be addicting.", "No doubt about it brother."
You smiled at the two and immediately you felt the need to use the bathroom. When you returned from cleaning yourself up a bit. Your bed was turned down and Fred was laying on one side. George was standing rather awkwardly and as soon as you came out he walked quickly into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Fred patted the bed and you crawled in. He handed you a sleep shirt which you threw on and then took your bra off. He tossed the blankets over the both of you as you snuggled into his side. He kissed the top of your head, and you hummed, "That felt amazing. What's up with George?" Fred chuckled, "I imagine right now he is thinking about how your body moved during your orgasm."
"Ooh, I want to watch." You said sleepily. "Not tonight darling, but I am sure we can work something out very soon." You fell asleep to the rhythmic breathing of Fred.