Birthday Surprise

Birthday Surprise
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter Characters belong to J.K. Rowlings, the most Awesome Author Ever! I am
just playing around in her world. I don’t make any profit from this story.
WARNING: Adult Content! Rated M for Mature or NC 17 whichever you prefer, but I think M more than
covers it. IF you are under age or you don’t like fics with explicit sex, then DON’T READ THIS! Otherwise,
ENJOY!
This is my response to a “Strawberries and Cream” challengeby the author Trins.

Hermione was alone in the Burrow’s kitchen, her job to create a great meal for Fred and George’s
Birthday. Yes, Fred was dead, but the family had decided at George’s request to make the birthday for
both of them. He was still missing his twin terribly. She was learning how to cook and Mrs. Weasley
had decided to take a day off from cooking. She was going into Diagon Alley to shop with Harry and
Ginny. Bill and Fleur were at the cottage, Mr. Weasley was at the Ministry and Ron was off somewhere
with his latest love interest-Daphne Greengrass. Only George and Charlie were still upstairs. Spying
the bowl of strawberries on the table, she hurriedly finished the rest of the food. Scooping up the
bowl of Strawberries and a pot of cream, she strode purposefully up the stairs. There was a red-head
upstairs who could do with some cheering up.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she entered the room she shared with Ginny. Placing the
strawberries and cream on the dresser, she slipped off her knickers and put on her Hogwarts robe, the
Gryffindor Crest still as brilliant as the day she bought it. Reaching into the top drawer of the dresser,
she pulled out a small vial of pink potion and downed it. After fluffing her curls and applying a shade of
lipstick that emphasized her pouty lips without looking slutty, she scooped up the strawberries and
climbed the next set of stairs towards George’s room. She rapped on the door with her knuckles.
When he didn’t answer, she slipped inside.
George was curled up in a ball in the center of the bed, his body shaking with tears. It had been 10
months since the defeat of Voldemort and the pain of losing Fred was still as fresh as the day it
happened. She didn’t notice the man sitting on a chair on the shadowed side of the bed. Hermione sat
on the edge of the bed and drew George into her arms and began to rock him, the strawberries and
cream forgotten beside the bed. George sobbed out his heartbreak in Hermione’s arms, his brain
barely registering her sweet smell and soft curves. His body did though. Hermione could feel his
erection beginning to form against the side of her hip as she comforted him. She stroked his cropped
scarlet hair. It wasn’t long before his sobs faded and he began to nuzzle the cushiony softness
pillowing his face. Feeling bold, Hermione tipped him backwards on the bed and kissed him deeply.
Both were panting for breath when she broke the kiss and grabbed for the bowl of strawberries. “I’ve
come to cheer you up. I know you love strawberries and cream.” She grabbed her wand and pointed it
at the dark fireplace with bare logs. “INCENDIO”. The fireplace burst into flames with a roaring crackle.
“Hmm, that’s much better now.” She placed her wand on the night table and began unfastening her
robe, letting it fall to the floor in a pool at her feet.
George gazed at her in astonishment. She was completely nude beneath the robe and her golden skin
shown in the soft glow of the firelight. Her large, firm breasts jutted forward, the nipples hardening in
the cool room. His eyes traveled to the juncture of her thighs. She was shaved and smooth; George
felt his cock twitch in response to the view.
The scraping of a chair across the floor drew their attention from one another. Charlie Weasley stood
up, the tent in his pants obvious. “Can I play too?” He asked, his hot gaze raking Hermione from her
head to her toes and back. Hermione smiled at him. “Only if George is willing to share.”
They both looked at George who grinned. “Of course I can share. I always shared with Fred, now I will
just share with Charlie instead.” He took a step forward, pulling off his shirt in his haste to reach
Hermione.
“Easy boy, slow down. We have all day; Mom and the rest aren’t planning to be back until supper time
at the earliest.” Charlie responded pointing his wand at the door and casting silent locking and silencing
charms on them. Hermione watched the two red-heads with lust filled eyes as they stripped off their
clothing and stepped towards her. George scooped a strawberry out of the bowl and dipped it in the
cream, savoring its taste. “MMM, delicious!” He exclaimed.
“I know something yummier.” Charlie replied, scooping up the bowl of cream and advancing on
Hermione. She shivered in response to the hunger in his eyes as he devoured her with his gaze. “Lay
back on the bed, Hermione.” He commanded, casting an enlarging charm on the bed, making it big
enough for all of them to fit.
George, anticipating his brother’s plan, scooped up the bowl of strawberries and knelt beside the now
prone Hermione as Charlie knelt on her other side. Charlie leaned forward to kiss her on the lips, his
body obscuring his hand as it dipped into the pot of cream. Hermione gasped as he coated her bare
breasts with the cold cream, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth,
dueling with hers as her stroked cream over her breasts and abdomen and then down, down.
Hermione moaned as his cold creamy fingers dipped into her wet snatch, filling her cunt with cream.
He released her lips, his lips claiming a creamy breast as his fingers massaged the cream into the nipple
of the other.
George crushed a handful of strawberries into mush and then used his fingers to pipe them into her
creamy cunt. Hermione arched into his touch, her mind overwhelmed by the attentions of two men.
Charlie licked and nibbled at her breasts, pausing every so often to suckle at one, the taste of the
cream enhancing the flavor of her nipples and causing her to grasp his auburn locks and press him
closer. A shriek erupted from her throat as George bent down and lifted her legs over his shoulders as
he licked the cream from her pussy, his tongue rasping against her sensitive nub, sending shock waves
of pleasure coursing through her body. Her moans turned into a strangled wail when he thrust his
tongue inside and proceeded to eat her out, her juices blending with the taste of strawberries and
cream.
“Ah, AH, AHHHH…I’m coming!” Hermione wailed as ecstasy exploded within her and the walls of her
vagina began to pulse and throb, her clit becoming almost painfully swollen from the stimulation. She
lay there, dazed as she floated back down from her high and the two men licked the rest of the cream
from her body. Her body was limp and relaxed as Charlie and George pulled her onto her knees on
the bed. Hermione grinned at them as they debated who got to go first. “You know, I’ve always
wondered what it would be like to be filled by two men at the same time.” She whispered as she
stroked their engorged members. George’s was long and topped with a large purple head whereas
Charlie’s was shorter and thicker, the difference in head size not as prominent as his brother’s. The
two Weasleys grinned at each other. George lay down on the bed, and pulled Hermione down, his
cock brushing at her still throbbing entrance. She slowly impaled herself on him, gasping as she took
his entire length into her body. She leaned forward to kiss him as he grabbed her breasts and teased
her nipples with pinches and pulls. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Charlie’s hand again dip into
the cream which he immediately smeared on his cock. She gasped as she felt his thick penis prod at
her back door. With a grunt, Charlie slowly slid his thick, cream covered dick into her virgin anus.
Hermione winced slightly as the tight pressure as he initiated her ass for the first time. He was slow
and gentle, and soon the pain was gone, only the pressure remained. She moaned, wriggling as she
tried to seat both men even more fully into her. The fullness was causing bolts of sensation to shoot
through her. George feasted on her breasts and Charlie nipped and bit at her shoulder as both men
began to slowly thrust into her, finding a rhythm that was comfortable for all. Waves of pleasure
washed over Hermione as her body was overloaded with sensation. She could feel herself spiraling
closer and closer to the peak. “Faster!” She gasped, crying out as they complied, both men pounding
rapidly in and out of her tight holes. “Ungh, Ungh, AHHHHHHHHHHH!” She wailed as she clamped
down around their cocks, milking them as she came. George and Charlie jerked and thrust deep one
last time before they exploded, George with a groan and Charlie with a loud roar. She collapsed on
George as Charlie slid out of her slowly and collapsed beside them on the bed. None of them could
speak for a while as they savored the aftermath of the greatest sex any of them had ever
experienced. Finally George rolled over so Hermione was sandwiched between them. “You know
Charlie, you were right. That was even yummier. I can’t wait to do it again.” He ran his hand down
Hermione’s hip before squeezing her ass cheek. “M-hm. Well, maybe I will have to rent a room from
you above the shop in Diagon Alley.” Hermione suggested with a wink, grinding herself against their
crotches in anticipation of a second round. Charlie and George just smiled and the games began again.
George was certain this was the best birthday present he’d ever had.