Knickers: Twin Bikinis

Just a quick note to explain that this chapter is one in a series of stories called Knickers that can be found in the General Section. I hope you enjoy, and if you do, let me know!


Neville was doing what he loved best, working outside, and today he was planting trees in his small orchard. It was the hottest summer on record, and he was happily digging holes in the hard packed earth. The large selection of young wand and fruit trees waiting to be planted; cherry, elm, ash, along with some apple and pear, were leaning against the shed that Neville had erected along the western edge of his property. As the sun rose higher and higher, Neville removed his sweat-soaked work shirt, baring his over-sized muscles. No one ever said gardening was easy work, and Neville, having almost been placed in Hufflepuff way back when at Hogwarts, worked harder than most. After graduating, he apprenticed with Professor Sprout until he earned his Master’s Certificate in Herbology. Working from sun up to sun down left Neville with well-defined chest and abdominal muscles, along with bulging biceps and triceps. Neville had what was known in the Muggle world as a hard body. And he wasn’t completely unaware of its effects.

The Patil sisters rounded the greenhouses built on the eastern edge of Neville’s property and stopped in their tracks. They could only stand and stare at Neville’s back as his muscles stretched and bunched. When he swung the pick to break up the hard dirt that had baked to a crust in the sun, rivulets of sweat ran down his back and disappeared into the back of the jeans that sat low on his hips, leaving the Patil twins wishing they could follow that same trail with their tongues. Padma and Parvati were known to share everything.

He wasn’t expecting the Patil twins until later this afternoon, and as often happened, he was caught completely unawares, too caught up in his work. The appointment had been requested by Padma; she was the manager of a new art gallery that was opening outside of Hogsmeade and was desperate for Neville to donate one or two of his sculptures for the opening exhibition. It was while he was completing his Master’s training that Neville discovered his love and natural talent of creating beautiful and unique sculptures made of living plants. His talent for cultivating the rare and delicate pieces was in high demand in the Wizarding art world, and that demand offered Neville the funds necessary to restore his family’s crumbling Manor home, while teaching at Hogwarts granted him access to the extensive greenhouses. Neville’s work on the Manor’s grounds was his respite from his art and his students, and good exercise to boot.

Neville’s torso twisted, and the women let out a startled gasp. On his upper arm was a tattoo. Devil’s Snare. Hearing a noise, Neville turned, giving the women the full view of the body art. Beginning on his upper arm, wrapping around his shoulder and falling down the side of his chest, the tattoo spread and weaved its tangled vines. One long tendril trailed to his navel. When the hell had Neville gotten that? And how the hell had Neville transformed from a bumbling, lanky teenager into the panty-wetting, lust-inducing male that stood before them? While the Patil twins were checking out Neville’s goods, Neville, too, was busy. His eyes turned black as they raked the women’s bodies, taking in their beautifully displayed tits and flared hips before letting his eyes roam down their long legs. With a long sweep, his eyes rested on their perfect, heart-shaped faces.

Neville smiled happily and motioned for them to wait while he finished up. Tossing his pick aside, he withdrew his wand from the well-worn denims and cast the charm that levitated the heavy and cumbersome trees into their new berths. With all the flourish of a conductor’s baton, Neville motioned for the earth to fill-in around the newly planted trees, followed by the watering hose. Satisfied, he sent the gardening tools back to the shed. Picking up his shirt, he shrugged it over his wide shoulders, not bothering to fasten the buttons as he strode over to his guests.

Neville leaned down to kiss each woman on the cheek, and each took a moment to breathe in the sweaty scent of the man before murmuring their thanks to him for taking the time to meet with them. “Excuse the way I look and smell,” he asked self-consciously and backed away. “ I’ve been out here since morning. I’d planned on taking a quick shower before our meeting. Did I mistake the time, or are you a bit early?”

Padma answered first. “We are a bit, yes. We were anxious to meet with you. We’ve come prepared to beg, if necessary, for your, ahhhh… sculptures,” letting her eyes wander the length of his sculptured body.

Not commenting on the double entendre, Neville nodded and asked the women to follow him. As they rambled along the long path that would return them to Neville’s small but restored Manor, he commented on the changes made around the manor, and when they passed the in-ground swimming pool just visible through the shrubs and young trees, Neville remarked, “I’ve been looking forward to a swim all afternoon. I promised myself one after working so hard.” He shrugged and with a small smile remarked, “ But since you ladies are already here, I’ll pop upstairs for a quick shower and tell my house-elf Twinky to fix you a cold drink while you wait, if that’s alright.”

Parvati stepped forward quickly and grasped Neville softly by the elbow. “Neville,” she suggested, “why don’t we all go for a swim? We’ve been trekking about the county side and are a bit dusty and hot ourselves.” The women looked perfect, and the three of them knew it.

Neville nodded slowly but thought quickly. “I’ll send for Twinky. We can have dinner on the patio first, then swim. How does that sound?”

Padma and Parvati wore identical grins. “Perfect,” they replied in unison, and Neville quickly sent for his house-elf to inform her of the change in dinner plans. He also cast a discreet Scourgify to tidy himself up for his beautiful guests.

The Patil twins had been licking their lips throughout the meal. Surely Neville couldn’t miss the flirtatious glances and banter, each woman thought, but throughout the lovely meal, Neville maintained a friendly demeanor, not acknowledging the provocative remarks and simpering looks.

It was while the three were finishing their meal that Neville quietly reminded Padma of the business they needed to discuss and perhaps they should take care of that portion of the evening before moving on to more enjoyable activities. Neville’s eyes flared briefly with an intense heat, and both Padma and Parvati realized that Neville wasn’t quite the brainless stud muffin they had suspected. In fact, he might just be a little more than they could handle.

Seeing the twins standing side-by-side at the edge of his garden after so many years had been a jolt to Neville’s senses. It hadn’t taken him long to discover, however, that the rumors he’d long heard long ago were apparently true; the Patil Twins shared more than looks and the family name. As they didn’t seem disinclined to sharing, more than one fantasy of his would hopefully be fulfilled tonight.

When he’d received word that both Padma and Parvati would be visiting the Manor, once again his fantasies went into overdrive. He’d become so hard at the thoughts of the women that he’d taken to getting himself off a time or two a day. It was a very good thing, indeed, that he lived alone with only a house-elf or two or he’d been have been caught with his dick in his hands for sure.

Neville stood and waited for the women to join him. When they reached his side, he took each by the hand and led them down the shadowed walk to the built-in pool. As they stood at the edge of the softly lit area, they gazed in wonder at the scene that had been set. It appeared to be a grotto, surrounded on three sides by waterfalls and natural stone outcroppings. Lighting from beneath the water created an unearthly quality. Candles were lit and scattered around the perimeter and tucked into niches along the walls. Plants of all shapes and sizes surrounded the area, creating an intimate and secluded atmosphere.

Neville dropped the hands he was holding, turned and walked backwards towards edge of the pool. He slowly shrugged out of his opened shirt while toeing off his work shoes. As he reached for the snap on his jeans, he quirked an eyebrow and carelessly tossed his head back, asking in a soft growl, “Are you ladies going to need swim suits to join me?”

Padma and Parvati could only shake their heads as they watched this unexpected Adonis strip before them. As he shucked off his dirty jeans, they were awestruck at the sight before them. Neville wasn’t wearing any underwear! There he stood, completely naked with his rough work hands on his small hips. He smirked sexily, letting his eyes drop to his fully erect cock before raising his eyes to his guests. “Pureblood men never wear underwear.” Without waiting to hear their response, he turned his back and dove into the warm water.

Padma and Parvati began to strip faster than virgins in Vegas on their wedding night. That they were bumbling and stumbling over snaps and buttons tickled Neville’s sense of humor; after all, all those years ago in school, he had felt the same way around these two beauties. That they were here with him now was a gift from the Fates, and he was going to make the most of it.

Padma was the first to finish undressing. Standing tall and proud in nothing but red bikini knickers, she was Neville’s boyhood wet dream come true. A moment later Parvati joined her, identical down to the bits of red satin. Together, they slowly shimmied their knickers over their hips and allowed them to pool at their feet. Neville knew, had he been a weaker man, he would have come then and there.

The endless nights of studying for his Master’s Certificate and years of physical labor had taught Neville stamina, and before the night was through, he would make sure the Patil goddesses understood what that meant. The two women entered the water together in a synchronized dive that left him momentarily dazed. Recovering quickly, he tread water while waiting for the witches to come to him.

As Parvati reached his side, he dipped his head to capture her lips. There was nothing gentle in this kiss; the anticipation had been building throughout their meal, so that now, as his teeth nipped Parvati’s bottom lip, she opened her mouth to greet his tongue with her own. She drew his rough tongue into her mouth, gently sucking him as she would the head of his cock. Neville wrapped an arm around her waist, then grabbed her bottom to pull her body flush with his. Behind him, Padma wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and jetted lightly out of the water, hooking her feet around his thighs as her mouth latched onto the soft patch of skin where his neck and shoulder met. Neville reached behind him to slide his fingers along the back of Padma’s bottom until he found her pussy. He caressed her softly, lightly grazed her clit and feeling her quiver with anticipation.

Neville let his head fall back against her shoulder, his eyes closed. Four tiny hands were roaming his body as he planted his feet in the chest-high water. The nymph in front of him had let her hands trail from his arms to his chest, her finger tracing the ridges and valleys of his well-toned muscles. The goddess pressing against his back was tracing his nipples with her fingertips before tweaking and pulling at them, causing Neville to gasp and slip under the water.

The twins followed. Surrounded by the silky water, Neville twisted so that now it was Padma who was wrapped tightly around him, while Parvati’s hands found their way to Neville’s tight ass. Neville’s mouth found Padma for the first time as they broke the surface of the water. She tasted different than her sister, and while her lips were softer, her tongue was rougher. He molded her mouth to his, running his tongue lightly over her top lip. She nipped at his lips and capturing his bottom lip between her teeth, tugged gently before releasing it to press her lips against his once more.

The three drifted towards the shallow end of the pool, the water gliding over their heated skin. The water only cooled their skin for a moment before a brush of fingers or the stroke of a tongue would create a new hotspot, building the fire that lifted their passion to new heights.

The twins moved in unison, and if Neville hadn't been so caught up in the delights they were bestowing on his body, he would have appreciated the symmetry of their movements. As it was, the best he could do was brace himself against the wall as two pair of hands skimmed over his torso, finding sensitive areas to explore further as they slowly made their way to the prize, his ten-inch cock that hadn't softened since hitting the water.

That Neville was well endowed hadn't been a secret among his dorm mates at Hogwarts; what was surprising to the Patils was that they had never heard of Neville's charms.

Knowing he had to stop the twins before he came too soon, he gently lifted the two women into sitting positions on the side of the pool and asked them in his soft voice to lie back while he remained in the water. Neville's skill at licking pussy was not for the faint of heart. His tongue, like the rest of him, did not tire easily. He prided himself on always being able to bring his partner to orgasm at least three times before he finished himself off. He stood in front of Parvati, his eyes burning her with his desire. As she reclined on her elbows, she waited for Neville’s mouth to find her wet core. His mouth latched onto Parvati’s clit, licking slowly, learning her taste and texture while his hand found Padma’s dripping cunt, expertly circling her clit with his finger before dipping them into her tight pussy. It wasn’t long before the luscious women splayed out in front of him were screaming their pleasure. Neville knew how to tease a woman, taking her at a breakneck speed to her climax, then slowly bring her back from that edge before she was cast off the cliff, easing the throbbing of her clit and the quivering of her moist walls by petting her softly before taking her again, faster and sharper, thrusting his fingers into her hot channel and pressing against her magical spot while sucking mercilessly on her clit until she screamed his name. With his tongue, lips, and teeth, with his long, thick fingers, the women were lost in their passion, unable to focus on any thought that did not begin and end with Neville.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he pulled himself out of the pool and knelt in front of Padma. With water channeling down his body, he covered her body with his and buried his cock deep into her waiting pussy with one powerful thrust. Neville reared back and wrapped her legs around his hips. His hands covered her hips as he pulled her lower body off the hard surface. His hips drove a steady rhythm as he plowed into the witch beneath him. His breathing labored, he clenched his ass as he worked his way into Padma, losing himself in her tight pussy. In one violent thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and heard her whimper. She jerked wildly as the base of his cock hit her clit and tossed her head from side to side, her hair a tangled crown.

While Neville mounted her twin, Parvati had rolled onto her side and covered her sister’s nipple with her mouth as her hand trailed down Padma’s ribs. Parvati found her sister’s clit, as familiar to her as her own, and plucked the hard nub until her twin screamed and shook violently.

Soon Parvati would have her turn on Neville, and Neville would discover a new kink. While he punished Parvati's cunt with his cock just as he had with her sister, Padma entered the water once again and drew her face level with Neville's clenched ass. She grasped his hips and began to lick and tease his tight muscles. Neville grunted and began bucking even more vigorously against Parvati. The twin let her tongue slip over his pucker before replacing it with her finger as she drew Neville's balls in her mouth from beneath him. Parvati’s scream escaped her mouth, coming long and hard, her slick walls clutching Neville’s hard cock. Pulling his dick out of the witch before he came, he fisted himself until thick hot ropes of come spurted over Parvati's face and tits. Scooping the come off her tits with her fingers, Parvati licked her coated fingers before feeding more to Padma, who had returned to lie down next to her spent sister. Neville knew that this image and this night would be burned into his memory forever.

At some point, Twinky had conjured a king-sized four-poster surrounded by filmy white gauze at the far end of the grotto for the three lovers. Producing a warming charm to cast off the night’s chill, Neville, Parvati and Padma made love several more times in varying positions and combinations, the last time with Neville buried so far in Parvati’s clenching pussy that his come felt like it burst from him like a cannon. Neville fell asleep still buried deep inside her, his come dribbling between their joined bodies to pool on the soft cotton. Padma buried her face between the lovers’ thighs to clean the salty mess before kissing them softly and falling asleep herself.

The women were ensconced in the Manor by the following nightfall. What had begun with a request for a favor had turned into a passionate interlude. But sometime during their night together, they had bonded. While rare, the triple bond occurred when the three parties loved each other equally and completely, and having to choose one over the other would cause all three to perish.

By Neville’s show at the gallery in Hogsmeade the following Spring, both Padma and Parvati were heavy with child, but they still wore matching red bikini knickers when taking moonlit swims with their man in the grotto.

I cannot thank my wonderful beta, Dynonugget, enough for her help, encouragement and wonderful suggestions. Rawr!!!