We Love Our Sister.

Chapter 3: Three Way

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Ginny still stood frozen at the threshold to the twin’s room as though she had not heard George.

This complicates matters, Ginny thought to herself.

Yet unknown to her, just a few feet away, the twins were having the exact same thought.

Ginny’s mind just flitted pass on what Fred and George were actually doing. Not many people end up glued to each other in the middle of the night, making noises that she could only associate with her stimulating activity not that very long ago. Ginny was rather convinced she was doing “that-thing-she-just-did” only in the guy’s way. Yet together?

‘Errr, Ginny?’ Fred started, ‘Come on in. We’re-’

‘Oh, sorry,’ Ginny quickly supplied, ‘Kinda thinking about something.’

Evidently.

Ginny took a few tentative steps forwards and closed the door behind her. She sat herself at the end of Fred’s bed and then she looked up from the sheets where her gaze rested for a few moments, and looked directly at the twins.

Fred pointed his wand at the door and muttered, ‘Muffliato.’

Fred and George in identical sitting positions, leaning on the wooden back of the head of the bed, their legs stretched out, sheets in a crumpled bunch around their waists. Their nicely toned bodies were smooth against the steady flare from the lamp on the table.

Somehow they looked strangely lit. And it was not just the glow of the lamp.

‘Well,’ George attempted, ‘Right.’

‘You saw us,’ Fred said, rather plainly.

It was a straightforward statement, the kind that was so matter-of-fact that it seemed almost foolish to even say it.

Fred seemed to want to handle this as simply as possible.

‘Ginny,’ Fred began again, ‘You must understand that — well — George and I are rather different. I mean, people have boyfriends and girlfriends. We don’t have those. Just each other.’

‘Each other?’ Ginny enquired, rather confused.

‘That is to say,’ George continued, ‘Fred’s like my boyfriend.’

‘Oh,’ Ginny could not really get pass that monosyllabic expression.

‘It’s not that unusual,’ Fred laughed, seeing the lost look on Ginny’s face, ‘Probably to Mum it’d be, but there are many guys who like other guys and girls who like other girls. People are born differently, you see.’

‘Yeah, I thought so too,’ Ginny replied, not explaining what she thought exactly. ‘What were you both actually doing?’ There was a distinct stress on the last word.

‘Oh, that,’ George looked as though he was struggling with himself. ‘We were-’

Fred cut across him.

‘Promise you won’t ever tell anyone. Especially Mum. She’d murder us. And that’s only me being optimistic ‘cause I’m quite sure she’s capable of worse.’

Ginny nodded, not thoroughly understanding what she was agreeing to, but she was quite sure she was not going to prance over to Mrs Weasley and tell her the twins’ secret.

‘We were making love,’ Fred said.

‘Oh. Come. On. Fred,’ George rolled his eyes. ‘What a term — MAKING LOVE?’

‘Well, that’s a much nicer term than “fucking”,’ Fred replied. ‘Cheers little sister, we’ll show you.’

Fred lifted himself slightly so that his butt was off the bed and with a sweeping movement of his right hand, he threw the sheets over, exposing his completely naked body to Ginny’s eyes.

Ginny looked at Fred’s lower body. He was still in the same position — leaning on the bed frame, his legs outstretched. Ginny took in that unfamiliar sight of Fred’s dick. It was sitting there as though warmly protected by the nest of red hair around it. It was like an elaborate tube and Ginny almost stretched out her hand to touch it.

Being the only girl in the family, Ginny was not totally ignorant about a boy’s body, though she has never yet seen one fully naked.

Fred saw a glitter in Ginny’s eye as she continued looking hungrily at his dick.

George leant over and kissed Fred fully on the mouth, as Ginny sat at the end of the bed, watching George kick off the sheets covering him and pulled Fred into a full embrace, never once breaking the kiss.

George’s penis was looked exactly the same as Fred’s. They were identical to the most intimate detail. The twins were now kneeling on the bed, facing each other, and Ginny saw as Fred’s hand moved down and groped George’s dick, while George wrapped both arms around Fred’s neck, kissing him most passionately.

Ginny look of interest intensified as she saw, without any mistake, that George’s dick twitched slightly and started, seemingly, to grow larger. In the elaborate process of an erection, it seemed as though the skin covering George’s penis rolled back on its own as it drew itself to an erect position, its glistening head pointed directly at the wall ahead.

The twins broke apart kissing.

‘That’s the, erm, penis,’ Fred said, as though it required some effort to locate the correct term for it. He gestured at George’s fully erect dick. ‘Well, there are rather many names for it — like dick, and cock.’

Fred looked down at Ginny. One moment later, George was also staring.

Unknown to herself, Ginny had stuck her hand into her loosely tied bathrobes and was gently caressing herself.

Ginny, who was suddenly aware of the lack of movement, realised that her body was showing through the bathrobes as it slid off considerably, exposing her still blossoming breasts completely and the little tuft of hair and what laid below was barely visible as the shadows still hid them.

Ginny withdrew her hand, almost guiltily.

‘Erm,’ Fred tried to speak, yet it seemed as though his suddenly very stiff dick had robbed his ability of speech. ‘I didn’t-’ He stopped in mid-sentence, evidently lost.

‘Our little sister is little no more eh?’ George said quietly. ‘And you should not be so distracted or I might get rather bored.’ He turned to Fred and kissed him passionately. Fred returned it with equal enthusiasm.

George shifted his position so that he now lay flat on his back and not once breaking the kiss, Fred moved in tandem with George and he was now on top of George. With a sudden jerk, he pressed the tip of his dick onto George’s who buckled under that sudden flush of pleasure.

As though they could not help it, they continued grinding each other, hard. Fred’s mouth detached itself from George’s, who, expectedly, moaned in protest but Fred attacked his neck with such swiftness that George’s moan of protest cadenced smoothly into a moan of pleasure, ending in a rather upwards purr.

Ginny still sat at the end of the bed, but now her legs were spread wide open and she was, almost unabashedly stroking herself, her head thrown back from time to time as her finger entered her wet opening from different angles, causing varying courses of pleasure to burst out within her.

The twins were buckling and jerking more intensely now, there was almost a desperate tinge in their attempts to give maximum gratification to each other. And without warning, there was a loud ‘Ahhhh’ and the twins’ quick jerks gave way to rather rigid spasms which rocked the two join-up beds. Loud moans erupted from the two identical boys as they shot their wad on each other’s stomach.

Ginny Weasley, for the second time that night, felt the gigantic bubble of warmth inside her expanding so quickly that when she was sure she would explode under the onslaught, she too broke out in moans and she threw her head back wildly. This time, however, she just slumped against the bedpost, which she has been leaning on, as though her muscles were just too weak to recover. It was many moments later when the breathing of all three Weasleys slowed to a deep, gratified one that the twins broke apart from the kissing which morphed from a fierce, passionate tonguing to a relaxed, almost tentative brushing of lips, and occasionally tongue.

‘Evanesco,’ Fred whispered softly as her pointed his wand in the general direction of their stomachs and the white gooey substance disappeared at once.

‘Come here Ginny,’ George said, as he raised himself into a sitting position, one very much like the one he was in before.

Ginny pulled her bathrobes haphazardly, crawled over to George on all fours, until she came within two inches of George’s face. He moved slowly forwards and captured Ginny’s mouth in a slow, soulful kiss. Fred, too, joined in.

In the misty, warm air of strong passions, the twins and Ginny, slowly, almost reluctantly, broke apart and positioned themselves comfortably with Ginny in the middle. With soft purrs and grunts, they fell asleep one by one. And the twins closed in on Ginny as they hugged her from both sides, and the warmth from the skin-on-skin touch seemed to meld them together, binding them, ever strongly together.