Swish and Thrust

The title and mental graphics came to me in a dream at 4:00 a.m. and hit me over the head. Ouch! This was originally going to be a fic for a Valentines challenge until I realized I had too many men in bed with Hermione. Oh well, lucky Hermione…not so lucky for me. But it was too late to change it all’ it was already written.

**Major thanks to a great beta elyaeru! I couldn’t have done this without your ideas and encouragement. **




It wasn’t the flowers, the chocolate or the fine wine that made Hermione’s Valentine’s Day the most fantastic ever, but the fact that she was sandwiched between the two wizards of her dreams. The only thing going through her mind was the rhythm they were maintaining; swish forward, thrust back, swish forward, thrust back. Oh God, it felt wonderful! She had been secretly lusting after these two wizards, even when she had been “dating” their little brother half heartedly. Throwing her head back again she felt Charlie kissing her neck, swish and thrust. She didn’t know how much more she could take before she was going to burst.

It had all started out very innocently that day with just a smile and an inquiry of how their mum and dad were doing. It had been one year since Hermione and Ron had broken off their engagement. So it was fate that had brought Bill and Charlie into her gift shop on Diagon Alley that Valentine's morning. They were buying the standard Valentine's things; the items men bought to excite and entice a woman on this great Muggle holiday.

As the bell on the door rang, indicating customers had entered her shop, Hermione looked up into the eyes of Bill and Charlie Weasley; tall, strong and powerful were the words rushing through her mind as she made eye contact with them. Oh, swish forward, thrust back, swish forward; Bill‘s lips captured Hermione’s as she moaned into his mouth. Oh, the buildup was almost taking her to a place she had only dreamed about!

The infatuation had started at The Burrow one summer. Harry, Ron and Hermione had been together all summer planning out their search for the Horcruxes. This gave Hermione plenty time to interact with all of the Weasley family, including all of Ron’s very fit brothers. As the siblings and Harry played Quidditch in the backyard, Hermione watched as the men’s shirts came off and muscles gleamed with sweat out in the sun. She always told herself that she was only admiring the tall lean and muscular build of Bill and the strong, stocky and built frame of Charlie. It didn’t help that both brothers would catch Hermione’s eyes watching them and they would wink slyly at her. Blushing, she would smile and bow her head down, feeling guilty about staring at someone other than Ron.

Then there was the time she had went to spy on all of the “boys” swimming nude in the creek down the road from The Burrow. All she had heard was the laughing and yelling and had been searching for the cause of the noise. It took her breath away as she peeked through the bushes by the side of the creek! Were men really built that way? She had accidentally seen Harry and Ron nude a few times, but it had never taken her breath away; only made her nervous. This was an incredible sight! The twins were fine, but Merlin and praise be to Gryffindor! Bill and Charlie were endowed with cocks that should be enshrined and worshipped! Yes, speaking of those cocks, swish and thrust, swish and thrust; Bill grinned at Hermione as he knew she was ready to come undone. Charlie winked back at his brother as he pulled and twirled Hermione’s nipples on her luscious breasts. It was almost time to make Hermione’s world explode!

The day of her break-up with Ron had been sad, but eye-opening for Hermione. As Ron had stormed out of The Burrow, Hermione had been left crying on the sofa. Too many angry words had been said to save what little relationship was left. It was Bill and Charlie that had found her sobbing with her hands over her eyes. It was their gentle hugs and comforting words that had helped her through that moment. It was Bill’s little kisses in her hair and on her brow, and Charlie’s soft strokes on her thighs that made her stop and survey the situation. It had never really been Ron that she had loved! It had been his two older brothers that had always seemed untouchable. What would they want with their little brother’s girlfriend? But at that moment she realized that nothing would ever satisfy her unless it was these two men. If all she would ever have is this one moment with them, she would be happy. They sat there for hours, giving her words of comfort; kissing, hugging and stroking away her sorrows. She had even shared a kiss on the lips with each brother before she left that day, thanking them for their help.

Hermione hadn’t seen either Weasley since, until that morning. As they both stood at the counter, inquiring about the fine wine and chocolates that Hermione sold in her shop, she knew that her feelings had not changed in the past year. She still loved both men. She still wanted both men. She would give anything for one night loving them like she had only loved them in her dreams.

She stifled a surprised squeak as she looked up into their eyes and tried to answer all their questions; useless ones like where the wine and chocolates were imported from? The heat jumped in the room as she felt two pairs of eyes raking up and down her body clothed in a tight, red dress in honor of Valentine’s Day. She was having such a hard time breathing and trying to maintain a conversation that would sound intellectual; she did have a reputation to maintain after all! If only she could think of something intelligent now as Bill swished into her warmth once again, hitting her clit and Charlie thrusting into her arse. Nothing coherent was there at the moment, only the swish and thrust and the moment of release that she so desperately wanted!

Was it painful helping Bill and Charlie pick out things for other women? Bloody hell, yes, but they did want her opinion on everything. Bill asked her what her favorite type of flowers was; Charlie wanted her idea of the best chocolates and wine he could purchase. How frustrating knowing that these carefully selected items would be in the hands of other women that night! What else would these other women have to look forward to tonight with these desirable men? As Hermione calculated how much Bill and Charlie owed for their purchases, her mind was screaming out at her; “Say something to them! Tell them how you feel! Don’t let them walk out without you confessing what they mean to you and what you would like to do with them!”- But sadly she heard her voice thanking them for coming in and hoping to see them again soon. They smiled in that very sexy way saying; “maybe”. Hermione shook her head afterwards, recalling how she shouted out to them, “Good luck tonight!” How dim of her! Bill just grinned and Charlie looked back at her and only winked and they walked out of the shop.

Later, she dragged herself up to her flat above the shop, mentally kicking herself all of the way.”Daft, daft!” She had a chance but she mucked it up! Where had her Gryffindor courage been at the moment when she needed it the most? Now she sat there on her sofa watching Crookshanks playing with her red and white Valentine’s socks that blinked, “Be Mine. Be Mine.” Oh, how she wished she did belong to someone! The knock on the door startled her so much she dropped her bowl of chocolate mint ice-cream on the floor. Who could that be at nine o’ clock on Valentine’s night? She inwardly begged for it not to be Ron or, worse, Neville. Shocked was the word; however, as she opened the door and standing there were the men she had just been thinking about, Bill and Charlie!

“These are for you,” said Bill as he handed her the Mariposas orchids he had picked out earlier. “Someone told me that they were your favorite flower.” He placed the white flowers in her arms and kissed her on the cheek.

“These are also for you, beautiful,” said Charlie as he gave Hermione the Belgian Palet d’or chocolates and the Pinot Noir wine while kissing her other cheek.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” inquired Bill.

Charlie teasingly said, “This is a rare occurrence!”

Yes, it was unheard of her mouth to be so silent and not expressing some opinion, but gobsmacked she was at the moment! Bill looked at Charlie and Charlie looked at Bill.

“Well, we didn’t come here tonight to just stand about looking at you, Hermione,” Bill stated.

Charlie’s eyes twinkled as he said, “No, standing about is hardly on the agenda.”

Hermione’s mind was trying so hard to process what exactly was on their agenda and how she was going to fit into all of it! Charlie grabbed her hand and led her to the sofa, while Bill sat down next to Hermione on the other side. Both men took turns explaining how the past several months they had realized something very important, Hermione finally deduced that the something important was turning out to be her. She was the one that they had been thinking about nonstop! She was the one they knew could make them happy. Bill and Charlie had concluded that instead of fighting over Hermione, they would work out something where they would share this love together; if she would have them. OK, the brain really needed to kick into gear right then and answer their proposal. Let’s see, live a lonely life all by myself, with Crookshanks and ice-cream to keep me company or live a happy fulfilling life with two good looking, intelligent, men where sex and ice-cream would be involved?

“Yes! Yes!” Hermione said to both of them and not only did she receive big hugs from both but huge smiles also. Then Bill tenderly reached up and turned her face into his and his lips slowly pressed onto Hermione’s. Next, she felt Charlie’s rough, but loving hands turn her head to him as he also took his turn to claim her lips in a more passion filled snog. As Hermione started to become light headed, Bill took her hand and led her to the bedroom, with Charlie close behind with his hands firmly on her hips. As Hermione was placed on her bed, with a fit Weasley man on either side, Bill asked, “Do you want this, Hermione? Let us make love to you tonight?”

From the other side she heard a pleading; “Please” fall from Charlie’s lips. Hermione closed her eyes and let her head roll back to get out the kinks. As she opened her eyes she saw the eyes of her soon to be lovers, watching her intently waiting for her answer. Once again words escaped her and all she could do was nod her head; “Yes.”.

Now one set of hands were pulling her jumper over her head, the other pair of hands were removing her jeans from her lower half. Hermione heard a little smirk from Bill and a giggle from Charlie as they saw her Valentine’s underwear set. Her bra had heart shaped cups and the G-string was heart shaped with the words, “Enter at Your Own Risk,” on the front. Hermione blushed, then smiled and shrugged her shoulders, “I didn’t think anyone would be seeing them.”

Bill reached down cupping Hermione’s heart shaped bra cups in his hands and said, “Don’t worry; they’re not going to be staying on much longer.” Charlie meanwhile was tracing the words, “Enter at Your Own Risk” with his fingers on her G-string. Hermione moaned as both men were stimulating her body into a fervor. Bill reached behind and unhooked her bra. Charlie slowly hooked his fingers into Hermione’s G-string sliding it down her thighs and off her legs. Now it was Charlie and Bill who was moaning at the sight of Hermione laid out on the bed, starkers, wet and waiting for them.

It was Hermione’s turn to beckon to her men, “I thought you said standing about wasn’t on the agenda?”

“Quite cheeky, isn’t she?” said Charlie.

Hermione watched as the men quickly undressed until nothing but bare skin was showing. Hermione kept thinking, “Please don’t let me be dreaming. I don’t want to wake up and find this wasn’t real.”

“This isn’t a dream, love,” said Charlie. Blushing, Hermione realized she had spoken her thoughts out loud. Bill lay in front of her on his side, Charlie was right behind Hermione on his side.

“Have you ever had two men before?” Bill asked as he ran his hands up and down her arms soothing her.

“No. Not that I haven’t wanted to, though. I have wanted both of you for so long it hurts.” Bill ran his fingers down Hermione’s stomach until he reached her mons. He swirled his fingers through her curly, brown hair. Until he found her clit; rubbing softly at first until he heard her cries of delight; “Oh, feels so good, Bill!”

Bill looked at Hermione; stopping his ministrations long enough to lick slowly down her belly and in her navel. Charlie’s hungry mouth found the nape of Hermione’s neck, his teeth made tiny nibbles, sending shivers throughout her body. Just as she was recovering from the tingling of Charlie’s lips on her skin, Bill pressed his mouth to the rose colored tip of her breast. Lightly teasing her mound with his tongue, Hermione felt the fires inside of her growing hotter and wilder. Bill slowly opened Hermione’s thighs with his knee, spreading them wide and swishing into her, finding a gentle rhythm.

Charlie, having prepared Hermione, tenderly thrust in from behind. The swish and thrust from her two lovers was so splendid, so intense.

Hermione tried hard not to think about everything that had happened that day. No more wondering and wanting and waiting for passion in her life. Hermione felt safe, protected and fiercely loved by Bill and Charlie. It felt so good to just feel, instead of thinking everything to death. As the final swish and thrust pressed deep within her, she felt herself climax hard and fast. As it rippled through her whole body, satisfied moans escaped her mouth.

Bill, then Charlie, were next to find fulfillment, murmuring words of sweet love to Hermione. All three slowly fell asleep, wrapped around each other. No more needed to be said that night. There was always tomorrow to plan and work out details in their lives. For now, all that mattered is that love had finally knocked on Hermione’s door and she had opened it.

With that first swish and thrust, her mind, body and soul had found a home.

The End