Why Fred and George Will Never Eavesdrop Again ...

Hermione stopped to gaze down curiously at the twins, completely ignoring the adoring stare of their older brother.

“Please stay and research some more with us?” Fred pleaded, his hand falling away as he struggled to get off the bed.

“Research,” she snorted contemptuously, “research this.” She dropped her bra on the floor, advancing on Fred with a predatory gleam in her eyes. “You boys might want to take notes.” She chided Bill and George as she descended between Fred’s widening legs, grasping his wrists firmly, holding his hands apart, and engulfing his erection in one wet swallow.

“Sweet Selene save me.” Bill exhorted, falling to his knees as he focused on the slide of Hermione’s pale pink lips over his brother’s throbbing member.

“Who needs hands?” Fred moaned ecstatically. “I vote for mouths.”

“Second.” George hissed between dry lips involuntarily bucking into his own hands.

“Motion carried.” Bill affirmed just as Fred arched impossibly off the mattress nearly screaming in unadulterated joy.

Hermione pulled back with a feral grin, licking her lips. “Now which one of you would care to test the female version of the theory?”

Fred swallowed, hard, a hint of fear lighting his eyes. George scrambled to stand up, reaching for her hand. Bill strode from his vantage point next to the bed. “Give over and make room for a master, Freddie.” Fred shuffled to one side as Bill guided Hermione to the mattress herself, hanging her knees over the edge of the bed and settling reverently to his knees. “Watch and learn, George.”

Hermione sneered disbelievingly at the cocky attitude as she spread her thighs. “Prove it, Bill,” she dared him.

He kissed along the inside of her leg, from her ankle, over the rounded rise of her calf, the corner of her knee, the inside of her creamy thigh, then ran his tongue along the crease where her thigh joined her body. Turning his attention toward her center, he nudged her hooded clitoris with his nose while his tongue flicked between her damp labia, testing for her reaction. Hermione writhed on the bed, gasping, and arching up to open herself for further study.

“Proof positive.” Bill chuckled against her core before slipping his tongue inside and earning a his own vulgar exhortation.

“Fuck.” Hermione gasped.

“Not quite yet.” Bill snickered, an evil grin gracing his face as he returned to his experiment with renewed vigor, sliding his muscular arms under her thighs to lift her to a more accessible position for himself. Fred shimmied into position next to her, slipping his arm under her head with George mirroring his actions on the right. Two hands skimmed over glistening skin to reach their ultimate destination, twin pink peaks. Both twins began to rut desperately against her sides, contact not complete because of Bill holding her off the bed. Bill moved her hands to each of his brothers’ members; George’s begging for release, Fred’s reawakening. He pulled his dripping chin away from his feast long enough to issue the command.

“Do them.” He nearly snarled, then tossed his long red hair back over his shoulder and returned to his research. Within minutes, Hermione screamed in joyous completion, her tightened grasp finishing George in almost the same instant. He shot ejaculate across her belly, catching part of Bill’s face, and Fred’s hand. Bill rose up to cover Hermione like a freckled human blanket, easing his wide member inside her still quivering womb.

“Let’s test another little known premise … multiples in women.”

“YES!” Hermione agreed whole-heartedly.