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hermione/fred/george, rating: adult, threesomes

Share and Share Alike - 1/1 - Adult - Fred/Hermione/George
Title: Share and Share Alike (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: The twins have always believed that sharing is vitally important. Fred/Hermione/George.
Word Count: 3458.
Warnings: Threesome, twinscest, DP.

In a house of seven children, the importance of sharing was something that was always being touted. Share your toys, share your crayons, share your clothes.

Sharing wasn’t always good, though. For example, when Ron became the proud owner of a puffskein, Fred and George had reminded him to share and Ron had quite willing handed it over. So, really, when he complained about Fred using Bogey (for that had been the short-lived puffskein’s name) for Bludger practice, it had been his own fault. Ron conveniently liked to forget that, though, blaming his older brothers for what he called a traumatic childhood experience.

The twins had carried this philosophy of sharing through their lives. They were so close that it was easy to share, even extending into their love lives. Over the years, they had shared a few girls and having their own flat above the shop helped. The girls who were willing to share themselves between brothers were usually adventurous in other ways, too, which was always a bonus.

Sex was supposed to be fun, after all.

Finishing his paperwork, Fred looked up at his brother, who was sitting at his desk, idly playing with the Newton’s Cradle that was in front of him. For a few moments, Fred watched it swing, and then asked, “What are you thinking about?”

George blinked. “What?”

“You’re thinking about something,” Fred said, easily able to decipher his brother’s behaviour after twenty-five years - when he played with the Newton’s Cradle, it usually meant that he was onto something big. “New product?”

“A witch, actually,” George corrected, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. He looked over at Fred, giving an almost apologetic shrug.

Fred pursed his lips and quickly screwed the lid back onto his ink. “And which witch would that be?” he asked curiously. He hadn’t seen George this serious about a woman in quite some time.

“Hermione Granger,” George said with a remnant of teenage sullenness that he’d never quite been able to shake.

Making a sound of approval, Fred nodded, an image of the witch flashing into his mind’s eye. “Good choice. Tight little arse. Nice tits. Hips just perfect to hold onto. Not to mention that wicked little tongue of hers. You just know that she’ll be a wildcat in bed.” He grinned. “Not that the bed would be my first choice for a shag.”

George turned on him, narrowing his eyes. “And what makes you think I was thinking about shagging her?”

Fred smirked, knowing his brother as well as he knew himself. “You were, though, weren’t you?”

George scowled and then he nodded a little reluctantly. “Yeah.” As Fred moved across their small office to perch on his desk, he said, “Sounds like you’ve been thinking about it, too.”

“Just for a couple of years,” Fred agreed with a grin. “Been waiting for her to… ripen.”

“I think she’s there.” George smiled slyly. “Just ripe for the picking.”

“I think so, too. All lush and juicy, I should imagine. Mmmm. Like a peach. Bet she tastes good, too.”

George shifted in his chair, his foot brushing against Fred’s as he felt his body start to react to Fred’s words. “Juices dripping down our fingers. Down our chins,” he said, tone slightly strained as he imagined it. “Perfectly wanton and begging for more.”

Fred’s fingers ghosted along his twin’s jaw, tilting his head up to look him in the eye. “Do you think she’d share?” he asked, softly, watching as George licked his lips.

“She’s always been very generous,” George pointed out.

“Indeed she has.” Fred lowered his head for a soft kiss. His tongue traced along George’s lower lip, tasting the sugar quill he had been eating, sweet and stick. “How do you think we should go about this, brother dearest? A good old-fashioned seduction?”

They both laughed.

George rested his hand on Fred’s thigh, creeping higher and higher up the denim. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

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George was alone in the shop the next time that Hermione came in. As soon as she stepped through the door, he grinned at her, discreetly pressing a button under the counter that was normally used to alert the other staff that assistance was needed. Today, though, Fred was the only other member of staff working.

“Good morning, Hermione, how can I help you?”

She smiled. “Oh, I was just hoping for that putty you put on walls to make them soundproof.” Pulling a face, she added, “Harry and Ron have been getting a little… noisy recently.”

George laughed. “Sure. I think we’ve got some.”

He ducked out from behind the counter and went over to one of the shelves, rooting around for the boxes.

“It’s quiet today,” Hermione remarked, looking at the display for the Patented Daydream Charm.

“Second of September,” George supplied, his hand closing around a box of Soundproof Putty. “Kids went back to school yesterday.”

“Oh. Of course.” Hermione nodded in understanding. “I expect you’ve been keeping busy, though.”

Nodding, George went back to the counter, putting the box down for Hermione. “Been doing a crossword, actually.” He looked up at Hermione with a smile. “You couldn’t help me, could you? What’s the French word for three?”

Hermione frowned, trying to remember the minimal French that she knew. “Trois, I think.”

“Excellent,” George beamed and picked up a quill, quickly filling in the letters on his crossword. “Ménage a trois.”

“Ménage a trois?” Hermione repeated, her eyes widening slightly.

“The answer to my crossword,” George told her. “Thanks.”

Fred chose that minute to wander out from the back of the shop, a clipboard and quill in his hands. He looked surprised to see Hermione, even though George knew he wasn’t. “Hermione, how lovely to see you. How are you this fine day?”

Looking at him a little warily, she said, “I’m fine, thanks. You?”

“Smashing,” Fred said with a grin. “Actually, something’s been bothering me.” He looked down at his clipboard and then asked, “How do you spell ‘masturbation’?”

Hermione blanched. Her eyes flicked from Fred to George, whose expression remained impassive, and then back to Fred again. She gaped and asked, “What? I mean, pardon?”

“Masturbation,” Fred said slowly, raising his eyebrows. After years of practice, the twins were experts at looking deceptively innocent. “It’s been annoying me all morning. Is it M-A-S-T-E-R or M-A-S-T-U-R?”

“You’ve been thinking about masturbation all morning?” Hermione asked before she could even think about what she was saying.

Fred smirked. “Only since you walked in,” he told her with a wink.

Hermione swallowed, twisting her hands together. It really didn’t help that she always found herself a little flustered around the twins, who had grown into very handsome young men. It also didn’t help that they were better at teasing her and getting her hackles up than anyone she had ever met. Her stomach flip-flopped with nervousness and she gaped at them for a moment before letting out a squawk of outrage. “You know!” she accused, glad that there weren’t any customers around.

The twins exchanged a look. Had she gone completely crazy? The only thing they knew was that they wanted to shag her senseless.

“I walk in here and you two start talking about threesomes and masturbating!” Hermione’s cheeks were flaming red. “Ron promised he wouldn’t tell anyone about Justin and Zach.” Fingers balling into a fist, Hermione’s nostrils flared. “I’m going to kill your brother.”

George raised his eyebrows. “Are you telling us that you’ve had a threesome, Miss Granger?”

“Always knew you were a kinky one,” Fred added, voicing his approval.

The colour rapidly drained from Hermione’s face. “You didn’t know?” she asked in a small voice.

“Nope,” George said with a grin.

“We were trying to seduce you, actually,” Fred told her, putting down his clipboard on the counter. It looked as though they would have to be a little more direct in their approach. He licked his lips. The idea that Hermione had shared her bed with to men before was strangely erotic, although he had hoped that he and George would be the first to take her like that. Still, she’d never had twins before…

George carefully pointed his wand at the shop door, twisting the sign from Open to Closed. Hermione didn’t even notice; she was too busy staring incredulously at them both.

“You want to… with me?”

Fred moved behind her, putting his hands on her hips. “Seduce you. That was the general idea.” His hand pulled her curly hair away from her neck and he lowered his head, pressing a kiss just below her ear.

“Both of you?” Hermione’s breathing was a little shallow. This was a little different than it had been with Zach and Justin. She hadn’t known them quite so well as she knew the twins and there was been a considerable amount of alcohol consumed before they’d gone to the bedroom. Now, though, she was standing stone-cold sober in the middle of the twins’ shop as Fred kissed her neck and his brother looked on hungrily.

“Yes,” Fred told her softly.

George stood in front of her, his hands resting on her sides above Fred’s. “What did you do with them?” he asked in a low voice. “Hermione sandwich? One in your cunt and one in your arse?” Hermione whimpered slightly and Fred nipped at her earlobe.

“Or did you go down on one while the other fucked you?” Fred murmured. “Did you ride one while the other shoved his cock past those pretty little lips of yours?”

Hermione’s knees were starting to feel a little weak. The twins hands were warm through the material of her clothes, but their words were making her feel warm in a completely different way. She nodded, although not to any of those description in particular.

George inclined his head, barely brushing his lips against hers, teasing her. “Shall we take you out the back?” he asked, his breath warm against her face. “Somewhere a little more private?”

“And do what?” Hermione asked.

“Whatever you want,” Fred said with a smile, his fingers slipping up under her t-shirt, rubbing small circles on her skin.

Hermione let out a shaking breath. “If this is a joke,” she said in the sternest voice that she could manage, “you should really stop right now.”

“No joke,” George murmured, kissing the left side of her neck and Fred started to kiss the right. “Want you. All of you.”

“We’re very good at sharing,” Fred added, grinding himself against her.

Hermione believed him when he said that. She nodded gently, feeling like there was a fire building up in the pit of her stomach that was being fed by having the twins pressed up against her so closely. She could feel the start of Fred’s erection against her arse and, if George moved closer, she was sure that she would find him in a similar state. It was wrong to want two brothers in such a way, especially twins, but the thought that she was doing this to them, that she was the one who was making them hard, was electrifying.

The twins instantly took her nod as an all-clear, George stepping out of the way and Fred manoeuvring Hermione towards the back of the shop and through the door to their office. Fred embraced her from behind, his hands cupping Hermione’s full breasts through her shirt.

“Just the right size for my hand,” Fred told her in a ragged whisper. “So firm, like ripe peaches.”

George leant against the doorway as he watched Fred squeeze and caress Hermione’s breasts, easily imagining himself in Fred’s position. “Want to see them.”

“That alright, Hermione?” Fred asked. “Can we see you?” he licked her neck, tongue tracing around the rim of her ear. “All of you?”

Hermione sighed, arching her back and pushing herself further into Fred’s hands. “Can I see you?” she asked, turning the question back on the twins.

“Strip for her, brother,” Fred told George with a wicked glint in his eye.

“All you had to do is ask,” George said with a grin. He tugged off his magenta robes, letting the bright material fall to the floor. Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt and removed his trousers, delighting in the sound that Hermione made as she watched. Fred’s hands had snuck up under her top and were touching her breasts, his fingers playing teasingly with her rapidly hardening nipples.

Fred made a noise of approval. “She’s so responsive,” he reported as George finally stood naked across the room from them. “Bet her cunt is dripping wet.” He gave Hermione a gentle push towards George, making Hermione feel almost like a toy that was being passed around. She wasn’t about to admit to them that she liked being told what to do, though.

As Fred undressed, George pulled up Hermione’s top, showing off the red bra that she was wearing. “Lift your arms,” he urged and Hermione did as she was instructed; George dropped the garment on the nearest chair. His fingers traced along the cups of the bra, quickly unhooking it and tugging it off. He licked his lips as he took into the sight of her bare chest.

Hermione glared slightly at him. “Are you just going to ogle them or are you going to touch me?”

Fred chuckled at the whine in her voice. “Impatient, bossy little thing, isn’t she?” he remarked, giving her arse a quick swat. Hermione jumped, her breasts moving as she did.

George grinned and lowered his head, lifting up a breast with one hand and drawing the nipple into his mouth. Hermione groaned and Fred had to help hold her up. His fingers nimbly unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down so that they pooled around her ankles.

Fred’s fingers slipped down her knickers, which matched her bra exactly. They were damp at the front and his fingers easily slid along the proof of her arousal. Hermione gave a small squeak as his fingers explored, and she instinctively moved her legs as far apart as she could manage with her jeans holding her legs in place. Grinning triumphantly, Fred pushed a finger inside her, sighing as he felt just how tight and hot she was and trying to imagine that it was his cock in her cunt, not his finger.

Giving her nipple a final lick, George pulled away, letting Fred hold her up as he duck down, pulling off her shoes and jeans, throwing them haphazardly to the side before he drew her knickers slowly down her legs. He looked up, his eye catching Fred’s. The twins grinned at each other and George started to kiss up Hermione’s thighs.

Her eyes widened as she realised what George’s intentions were. Fred was still fingering her intently, adding another finger to his actions and making Hermione bite her lip in anticipation. When George’s lips pressed to her cunt, she felt another flood of arousal, jerking her hips towards him as his tongue curled around her clit. He explored her with his mouth and Hermione’s eyes widened when she felt George licking her juices from Fred’s fingers as they pumped in and out of her.

“Oh, god.”

“Mmm. Not quite,” Fred murmured in her ear. He ground himself against her from behind, his erection pressing against her arse. “I want a taste,” he told George.

George looked up, his mouth glossy from Hermione’s arousal. Smiling, he nodded, standing up and kissing Fred over Hermione’s shoulder. She gasped, turning her head to see them exchanging a hard kiss, tongues tumbling against each other in a battle for dominance that she didn’t think either could win. It was impossibly arousing and she pressed her thighs together, trapping Fred’s hand.

“Not exactly peach,” Fred said, managing to pull his hand free with a slight chuckle.

“Better.”

“Definitely.” Fred bit the top of Hermione’s ear, giving her breasts a squeeze. Running his thumbs over her hard nipples, he asked, “How do you want us, peach?”

George’s hands skimmed down her sides, slipping behind her to rest on her bum. “Such a lovely arse. Do you want it filled?”

Hermione moaned at their words. She’d only done that a couple of times before, back when she’d been with Blaise Zabini during their tumultuous six months which had mainly comprised of arguments and make-up sex. Really, really great make-up sex. Blaise had never made her feel quite like this, though, when he suggested fucking her there.

Finger’s sliding along her cunt for a moment, George started to rub gentle circles around the tight right of muscles. “Got to relax,” he murmured reassuringly, slipping a wet finger inside her and starting to stretch her slightly, preparing her for something larger. Hermione bit her lip tightly and so Fred turned her head, pressing his lips to hers in a hard kiss to distract her.

Easing a second finger inside her, George groaned with Hermione, pushing his cock up against her thigh. As he murmured something, he removed his hand and Hermione whimpered at the sudden loss. Looking at George through half-closed eyes, she saw him unscrew a jar of something, scooping it out on his fingers. “To make it a little easier.”

Fred turned Hermione around so that she was facing him, moving backwards slightly so that he was perched on the edge of his desk. His hard cock rested against her belly and Hermione reached down a hand, wrapping trembling fingers around it. He hissed at the contact of her warm skin, hands grabbing at her hips. “You’re going to ride me,” he told her in a low growl as George started to press his fingers into her arse again.

Hermione nodded and George helped lift her, letting her slide down onto Fred’s cock and fill her cunt. Hermione’s fingers gripped his shoulders, gasping loudly as George’s two fingers started to work quickly in and out of her. It hurt, but whatever gel it was George had used was quickly turning the stinging into immense pleasure, sending ripples of desire through her.

The twins kissed again and Hermione was sure it was to tease her. Fred broke off with a groan when he felt Hermione’s cunt clench around him and her hips start to rock impatiently with a need for friction. “Stay still,” he told her.

As George’s cock pressed slowly into her, so close to Fred’s and filling her more than she had ever imagined, Hermione held her breath, almost two scared to move. George moaned, burying himself in her completely, before starting shallow thrusts.

“Oh, my god.” Hermione’s head fell back at the sensation, not sure how much of this she could take. She didn’t know which way was up and couldn’t for the life of her remember which twin was which. Any movement on her part was completely unnecessary as the twins moved for her, Fred thrusting into her cunt as George pulled out of her arse, settling into a rhythm that had Hermione all but screaming.

She flailed between them, the twins grunting and groaning and pressing hot kisses to her neck and shoulders and collarbone. George bit her neck as he felt himself nearing the edge, the tight heat surrounding his cock nearly too much to take. His teeth were going to leave marks on her faintly tanned skin, but he didn’t care, wanting to mark the witch as theirs. He came with that thought on his mind.

Hermione cried out at the feeling, falling back against George’s chest as Fred thrust up into her, making her eyes roll back. “So much. Can’t take it. Oh, god.”

“Come for us, peach,” George whispered raggedly, licking her neck in a long, firm stroke as he eased himself out of her. Supporting her with one arm, his hand snaked between Hermione’s thighs, fingers seeking out her clit as Fred fucked her.

“So close,” Hermione whimpered, the tension almost unbearable. When George pinched her clit, she came suddenly, the force of it taking Fred along with her.

Hermione was sweaty and dazed and panting as she was pressed between the twins. They both kissed her and she didn’t care which was which, because all she could do was feel.

“Thought it would be more difficult to get you into bed than that,” Fred teased gently, brushing a damp lock of hair from her face.

“Not in bed,” Hermione pointed out, although it was difficult to sound stern when Fred’s cock was still inside her and she felt as though she was floating.

George grinned. “Have to fix that, then, won’t we?”

“Indeed, we will, brother,” Fred agreed, giving one of her breasts a quick squeeze. “We most certainly will.”