Relax

Title: Relax
Characters: Fred/Hermione/George
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: er, nothing squick worthy but incest.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author Note: I know I promised to update Heating up Hogwarts, but I got distracted. I hope everyone likes this bit of PWP.

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Fred and George came down the stairs in their usual long limbed grace. When they saw Hermine sitting on the couch, reading a textbook, the boys exchanged looks. Identical smirks lit up their faces. The rest of the family was off robe shopping, and Hermione had stayed behind to get a head start on after break homework. Everyone would be gone for hours, and this was the chance that the boys had been waiting for all break. Longer than that, actually. Much, much longer.

“Hermione,” Fred greeted, sitting on one side of her. “You're doing more homework? Honestly, girl.”

“Don't you ever have any fun?” George asked, plopping down on the other side of her. If his tone was slightly lecherous, only his brother recognized it for what it was.

“I have plenty of fun,” Hermione scolded. “Actually, getting done with all my work early means I can have more fun later.”

“Only, later never comes, does it?” George pointed out with a laugh.

“Well,” she shrugged, blushing just slightly, “maybe not for fun, but it means that I'm not behind when I have to go off and watch over your brother and Harry.”

“Sounds boring,” Fred said.

“And I help everyone else with their studies.” She gave them both stern looks, trying not to get flustered. “Why are you suddenly so interested in my fun?”

“We're interested in everyone's fun,” George said.

“They ought to be having more of it,” Fred agreed. “Especially you. You're no fun at all.”

“I am too fun,” she muttered, glaring at them. “Stop bothering me. I have to get back to work.”

“Or, you could take a break and actually do something fun now instead of later,” Fred said.

“Oh, what are the two of you on about?” she demanded. “I am not going to help you brew anything that explodes, if that's your idea of fun.”

“Fred,” George said, his smirk oddly predatory, “show her what we're on about.”

“Gladly, brother.”

Without giving her a chance to do more than gape at them in confusion, he cupped her jaw and turned her face to his. Then, smirking down at her, his mouth met hers. She went frigid beneath him, but he expected that. His lips feathered against hers for an instant, and then his tongue surged forward to explore and excite.

“What the hell?” she demanded, jerking her mouth away from his. Looking between the brothers, she felt herself blushing horribly. “What on earth is wrong with the two of you?”

“Wrong?” George asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” Fred continued. “We're here to help you, Hermione.”

“Help you relax,” George agreed. His hand slid over her thigh gently, his eyes boring into hers. “You need to relax.”

“I am relaxed!” she shrieked, fidgeting under his touch. “I really, uhm, I don't need help.”

“Oh, we know you don't need help,” Fred said with a chuckle.

“You looked to have things completely in hand the other day when you went for a walk,” George murmured, his hand sliding further up her thigh. “Seemed to be utterly relaxed.”

“Couldn't even hear us wanking above those little noises you were making,” Fred agreed.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, one hand going to her eyes. “You saw that? Why didn't you let me know you were there?”

“Where's the fun in that?” George asked. At her seeming unwillingness to pull away from him, his hand delved under the hem of her skirt and skimmed over her bare leg.

“Wait,” she gasped, her hand covering his. “This is crazy. Is this a joke?”

“Does this feel like a joke to you?” George asked. His hand pushed upward slowly, moving over her sensitive upper thighs gently.

“Does this?”

Fred leaned across her body and sought out his brother's lips. Hermione watched, shocked, as their eyes slid closed and their mouths parted for each other. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, her mouth literally agape as she watched them. Then George moaned into the kiss and her stomach clenched despite her shock. She shifted her thighs, subconsciously, whether to get friction there or urge his hand upward she wasn't sure.

The brothers broke apart and Fred sought out her eyes as his mouth lowered toward hers again. She swallowed hard, feeling cornered and frightened. At the same time, she let her thighs shift apart as George's hand came devastatingly close to her panty clad flesh. Fred paused with his lips hovering just above hers, his breath feathering over her lips invitingly.

“Kiss me, Hermione,” he ordered. “For once, just do what you want to.”

She licked her lips, hesitating for only an instant before she leaned forward and followed his instruction. Their mouths met gently, her lips exploring his before finally parting for him. Thankfully, he took the hint and became the aggressor. This time, the kiss wasn't one sided or awkward. He urged her to play and tease, to taste and dominate.

George's fingertips finally skimmed over the fabric of her panties and she moaned into the kiss, her legs falling wide apart. He teased her, his touch light and skimming over the material even as she tried to force a firmer touch with her insistent hips.

“Are you wet, Hermione?” George asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Yes,” she admitted quietly as Fred moved away from her mouth. His hands went to her blouse and quickly began to unlatch the buttons. “Oh my god, I'm not ...”

George took that precise moment to slip his fingers beneath the fabric. A calloused fingertip circled her clit and she could only gasp. The shirt came off almost without her notice. When the bra was unclasped and slid over her arms, she couldn't help but notice. Despite the wonderful sensations, she felt a moment of alarm as the two of them looked at her naked breasts.

“Why have we not done this before now?” George demanded, groaning in his throat.

“I have no idea, brother.” Redirecting his gaze to Hermione's, he told her, “You have a beautiful body, darling. I can't wait to taste you.”

“I quite agree,” George said.

They leaned forward, and Hermione could do nothing but sputter as they gave her aching breasts the attention they had been demanding. Mouths nibbled, tongues swirled, soft lips parted to take her nipples into their scorching mouths. And all the while, George's hand was tracing patterns over her ultra sensitive flesh. She arched into them, moaning loudly as the incredibly sensations tore her away from reality.

“Oh my god.” She gasped. “Oh my god.”

The boys drew back together, their mouths coming together in a fierce kiss as Hermione watched in rising fascination. When George's hand withdrew, she whimpered in denial.

“Just a minute, darling. We'll get you there, don't worry,” Fred muttered.

Their hands quickly divested each other of their shirts and then moved to their zips. Hermione gulped, looking decidedly nervous as they stepped out of their trousers. Their arousals were evident through the thin cloth of their boxers, and she was suddenly a bit alarmed.

“Oh, god. Uhm ... what ...?” She ran a hand over her eyes again, trying to focus. This was all moving too fast.

“Are you a virgin, darling?” George asked.

“No,” she admitted. She'd slept with Cormac McLaggen after entire too much firewhiskey, and regretted it to this day. It had been awful, too painful and awkward for her to even find a trace of pleasure in the event. “But, it was ... can't we just go back to what we were doing?” she begged. “That felt good.”

“Relax,” Fred chided, moving toward her again.

“We don't have to do anything you don't want to,” George added.

“But, if you let us,” Fred murmured, going to his knees in front of her, “it will feel damn good.”

“Damn good,” George agreed.

She didn't get a chance to agree or argue with them, as Fred took that moment to brush her skirt upward. Startled, she fidgeted, though her legs remained sprawled open in invitation. His hands moved up her legs and over her thighs, gripping her panties and tugged them down gently. She hesitated, feeling panicked even as she lifted her hips to let him pull them off.

“That's a good girl,” Fred murmured, tossing the fabric to the side.

“How does she taste?” George asked. He watched his brother intently as stripped off his boxers and idly rubbed his fingertip over her pebbled nipple.

“Let's find out.” Fred lowered his head, kissing the inside of her thighs before moving to her incredibly wet flesh. His tongue surged forward to taste, tease and torment.

“Oh ...” Hermione moaned, her breath shuddering. One hand fell to his hair, her grip harsh.

“Well?” George asked, licking his own lips. He caught up Hermione's free hand and pressed a soft kiss to the palm, watching her eyes as he lowered it to his own straining flesh. She gripped him automatically, exploring him as if it was the most natural thing to do.

“She's brilliant,” Fred said, drawing his mouth away from her for an instant. “Want a taste?”

His fingers plunged deep inside of her, thrusting and massaging where he knew she'd want his touch. After a moment, he lifted his fingers to his brother, moaning when George took them into his mouth. The steady suction he applied there was a deliberate tease, a reminder of the sensation that was soon to come.

“Tease,” Fred muttered, laughing.

“Get back to work, brother,” George replied.

“Yes, please.” Hermione arched her hips as if to remind him what he was supposed to be doing and he dutifully lowered his mouth to her again. “I can't believe I'm doing this.”

“Believe it,” George said.

They fell into silence, only the sounds of heavy breathing and the occasional moan echoing in the silent house. Her hand on George's erection moved awkwardly but with conviction. Soon, he was thrusting himself into her grip, his pleasure mounting. Hermione was arching into George's mouth, panting heavily. With every flick of his tongue or gentle suction of his mouth against her clit, she felt herself splintering further, moving that much further over the edge. His teasing fingertip was circling her entrance cruelly, knowing exactly what it would do to her sensation hungry body.

“Inside me,” she begged. “Please.”

“Let him fuck you,” George urged, gasping as her grip tightened on him. “It'll feel better.”

Fred eased one finger inside of her, teasingly, knowing that it wouldn't be enough. His mouth drew away slightly, only working to keep her desperate but not giving her what she needed to push her over the edge.

“Let him,” George repeated, his eyes clenched shut against the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.

“Yes,” she ground out on a gasp. “Please, do it.”

Fred rolled up her body, the smirk on his face predatory. He swatted her hand away from George's cock, sensing how close his brother was. And that wouldn't do at all. They had a plan, after all.

He jerked off his boxers, freeing his painfully hard erection. Sitting next to her, he smiled at the confused look on her face. George stood and and pulled her up after him, too desperate to lure and coax. Instead, he kept her eyes captive as he backed her toward his brother. Gripping her hips, he positioned her and supported her weight as the tip of Fred's cock teased over her entrance.

“Trust us,” George murmured, letting her body slide down the length of him. “Doesn't that feel good, darling?”

“Yes,” Fred answered, groaning as he finally felt her hot body encase his. Replacing his brother's hands at Hermione's hips, he guided her body as she moved atop him.

Hermione could only nod, feeling her stomach tighten at the feel of him within her. Unlike the last time, there was no pain, only the delicious friction of their bodies moving together. When Fred's hands wrapped around her body to roll her nipples gently, she groaned, her body arching into his fingers even as she ground her hips against him. His mouth found her neck, sucking, licking and biting as the mood hit him.

“This feels good,” she admitted, sliding upward only to take him deep in one, hard movement. “Really, really good.”

“Told you,” George growled, moving closer to her.

“Hermione,” Fred said as one hand made its way between their bodies to tease her clit, “suck George off, sweetheart. He deserves it.”

“Okay,” she agreed easily, her eyes sliding closed against the pleasure consuming her.

George moved before her, positioning his cock at her lips. Not bothering to open her eyes, she parted her lips and welcomed him into her mouth. He moaned, forcing himself not to thrust into her throat as her inexperienced mouth moved over him. George could feel himself tensing, his body too far gone too last long. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive underside of him and then she was sucking, the motion rhythmic and too much to take.

“Oh fuck.” George gasped, arching his hips against her lips. “Fuck.”

“Hear that, Hermione?” Fred asked, his own body beginning to throb, hard and demanding inside of her. “You're going to make him come inside that pretty little mouth of yours.”

She only moaned, the vibrations echoing over the length of George's cock. He groaned, pushing deep despite his best intentions to be gentle, and felt the first pulse of intense sensation. Pleasure coursed through his body, heady and overwhelming. He twined his fingers in her hair, as much to steady himself as to hold her close.

Fred groaned, feeling himself tip too close to the edge just watching his brother's orgasm. His fingers moved against her clit harder, begging her to come. She was close, her body writhing against his. Her breath was coming in pants, all self consciousness washed away by pleasure.

“George, give us a hand ... or mouth, rather,” Fred demanded, gasping.

Fred dutifully sank to his knees, watching their bodies move against each other before spreading Hermione's legs wide and sucking her clit into his mouth in one quick motion.

“Fuck!” she yelled, her hips moving more frantically than ever.

As he sucked at her clit, he raised a hand to gently swirl over his brother's balls. Then, cruelly, a finger dipped low to circle the sensitive entrance of his ass.

“Jesus, George,” Fred growled at his brother. “You're not helping, fucker.”

Hermione had no idea what he was talking about and couldn't have cared less at the moment. Her body was a mass of pulsing pleasure. She was quivering, the pleasure so harsh it hurt. Grabbing Fred's hand, she pressed it to her mouth, sucking on his fingertips desperately. She heard his harsh groan behind her as he dragged her hips down hard, his body throbbing within her. The feeling, along with the more insistent pull of George's lips against her clit tipped her over the edge. The first spasm hit and she moaned, the sound almost of pain. Her grip on George's hair tightened.

“Don't stop,” she begged, even as she tensed against the unbearable pleasure.

Wave after wave of intense sensation surged through her and eventually she had to push his head away, too sensitive to have him there. Collapsing back against Fred's chest, she moaned in contentment.

“That was amazing,” she murmured. “I don't think I can't move.”

Fred stood and staggered to the couch, flopping down with a groan.

“I don't know why we didn't do it before,” George said, his voice raspy.

“But we'll do it again soon,” Fred finished.