George (original) (raw)

Title: Jealousy
Author: tyskn
Disclaimer: JKR's universe, I just twist it to my liking ;)
Pairing: Fred/Hermione/George
Rating: NC17
Summary: Fred and Hermione have been sneaking off. George doesn't like it.
Words: 3,372
Warnings: threesome, twincest, slash/het
A/N: One Shot. I've had poor Fred living in PG land for a while now and felt I owed it to him. Plus, after writing Fred/Hermione/Ron, and seeing as how I adore them, I wanted to try my hand at a twins fic. Sorta beta'd by my best friend Kev. As always, feedback greatly appreciated.

Anyone who’d been even half blind should’ve noticed. He was faintly surprised his mum hadn’t stopped the trysts long ago. Everyone was so involved in preparing for Bill and Fleur’s wedding though that the conspicuous absence of two people in the bustling Burrow went undetected. Maybe Harry knew about it, and that was why he kept Ron busy practicing defense spells until the late evening hours every night. When Ron complained that Hermione should be there as well, Harry explained patiently that Hermione was busy studying.

George snorted softly to himself. Hermione was studying all right… studying Ron’s older brother! He’d caught on to the ruse their sixth night home. One would slip quietly out the front door and the other would follow several minutes later. The pattern had repeated itself every single bloody night for the past two weeks.

What they were doing was wrong. She was using him. Once Ron finally woke up and discovered there was a beautiful woman posing as his best friend, she’d forget any others who might have occupied her mind. He’d recognized the looks he’d caught her shooting at Ron when she thought no one was looking. She was in love with Ron and always had been. This… this… whatever it was she was playing at with another Weasley was just a distraction. She’d take what he gave without a care to his heart, and crush it beneath her feet when she left. She was a cruel, heartless wench…

This was of course, George knew deep down, complete and utter bollacks. He’d seen Hermione giving the same looks to both of them. Anyone who’d spent any amount of real time with her would know she didn’t have a malicious bone in her petite body. She could be cruel, as every woman had the ability to be, but only towards anyone who threatened those she loved. Her heart, if anything, was a little too encompassing. It was what had gotten her into her predicament to begin with. She loved them both.

If George could bring himself to admit it, he’d acknowledge he was jealous. He had no romantic fantasies of his own involving Hermione, but he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt when near her. She’d grown into a lovely young woman. In all honesty, he couldn’t blame his brother for being so captivated that he risked all to be with her. There was no telling what would happen once the trio left on their mission. Hermione might not make it back, and George didn’t want his brother grieving over not taking the chance when he had it.

But still he resented the fact that Fred closed that door every night without even a backwards glance in his direction. It stung that Fred had not even confided the truth of his evenings to George, when George had believed that no secrets were kept between them. Did his own twin judge him to be so untrustworthy? They’d made a pact of honesty when they were but five years old; how could a mere woman shatter a fourteen year standing agreement? They were twins, they shared everything! For the first time in nineteen years, George was left out. He didn’t relish the feeling at all.

He felt no guilt, using his distress as justification for sneaking along behind his twin that night. At one point Fred had looked back briefly. Luckily, a nearby tree enabled George to duck safely out of view until his brother continued on his way. The rendezvous point was apparently a thick copse of trees at the far edge of the Weasley property. George crouched behind a bush and carefully pushed the leaves away to peek into the small clearing ahead of him.

A blanket had been conjured and spread out over the soft grass of the thicket. Moonlight filtered through the treetops, creating an ethereal glow to the unfolding scene. Hermione and Fred were seated on the blanket, holding hands and whispering softly to one another. George would have given anything for a pair of extendable ears in order to hear the conversation. They both looked so serious, and the whispers went on for so long that George began to wonder if maybe he’d had it all wrong. Maybe Fred and Hermione were merely friends, looking for a quiet place in which to speak their minds without interruption.

That theory was put to rest when Fred leaned in a few moments later and kissed her. Their mouths met with slow, practiced ease, lingering until they were both breathless. Still they did not touch other than the joining of their hands. Fred trailed kisses along her jaw line, burying his face into her hair as he moved towards her ear. Hermione shivered then nodded imperceptibly. Fred’s hands unclasped from hers and began unbuttoning her blouse, his lips moving down her throat to her collarbone as he parted the material and pushed it past her shoulders. Her breasts were covered in simple white cotton. His palms fit over the two mounds and rubbed lightly against the material. George heard her moan and arch her body towards Fred’s touch.

He knew now, with his suspicions confirmed, that he should leave the two to their privacy. George couldn’t pull his eyes away though. The sight was erotic beyond words, almost as if he were watching himself make love to the headstrong young woman. The standoffish persona was not present tonight, for Hermione melted in his hands like ice cream on a hot summer’s day. Her hands clasped together in Fred’s hair, holding him to her as her head fell back and allowed him full access. George’s cock twitched against his thigh and he groaned softly. To remove his hands from the parted branches and touch himself would impede his view of the couple.

“You can stop hiding George, I know you’re there.”

Fuck! George didn’t dare breathe, hoping his twin’s comment had been imagined. Fred turned his head and looked straight at him. Their eyes met, but George didn’t see any anger reflected back at him for the interruption.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to tell you were following me? Frankly I’m surprised it took you this long.” Fred continued to talk, head dipping to give Hermione a quick kiss before turning to George’s hiding place again. “Come out you git. It’s okay.”

Sheepishly, George crawled from behind the bushes and into the clearing. His heart pounded madly in his breast at having been caught spying so easily. He knew he should’ve snitched Harry’s invisibility cloak before following them! Head hung in shame; George stood before the lovers and awaited his fate.

“You’ve every right to be angry with me for not telling you, but be angry later. Hermione and I have been together longer than you might believe and I had my reasons for keeping us a secret.”

“She loves our little brother,” George cut in before he could stop himself.

Fred blew out a sigh. “Well, yes, there is that too, but that’s another matter entirely. George, we wanted you to follow us out here.”

“Why?” George’s head swam in confusion as he stared at the two.

“I didn’t know how to tell you and I thought it might be easier this way.”

“By catching me spying?” George spluttered out indignantly. “What kind of wanker are you?”

“George,” Hermione interrupted quietly, looking from one identical face to the other. “Fred wasn’t out to embarrass you George, you have to know that. He wanted you to find out like this because it was an opportunity for other things.” She looked down and studied her nails for a moment, taking a fortifying breath before continuing. “He’d asked me a little while back if I’d be willing to share him with you. He’s felt so bad about leaving you out and he doesn’t want to do that anymore.”

“You told her?” George exploded, turning on his twin, anger surging through him as he glared at Fred’s distraught face.

“Your secret’s safe with me George.”

“I had to tell her,” Fred pleaded thickly. “I couldn’t keep playing both sides without the constant fear one of you would find out and hate me for it.” Fred pulled himself to his feet, taking George by the arms and silently begging him to understand as their gazes locked. “I love both of you. I want both of you.”

George considered for a long time. He was still very angry at Fred for the deception and making him feel like a fool. However, he couldn’t ignore the agony imprinted on his twin’s face. He couldn’t deny that the thought of being with Fred and Hermione together hadn’t been painted in his thoughts more than once as he’d wanked over the last few weeks.

With a sigh of resignation, he wrapped his arms around Fred and pulled him closer. His tongue snaked out to trace the outline of Fred’s lips and he groaned in satisfaction as Fred reciprocated. His cock stirred to life, aching for a touch other than his own, and George slipped his leg between Fred’s, rubbing his crotch hard against his twin’s pelvis. Their mouths were hot and heavy against one another, breaking away only seconds to remove their shirts.

“I’ve missed this,” Fred gasped against his brother’s mouth, “Merlin George, I’ve missed you.”

A throat cleared below them and George pulled back in surprise, having almost forgotten Hermione’s presence. Fred smiled and led his brother back to the blanket.

“I’m sorry love,” he whispered, kissing Hermione deeply. “I don’t want anyone to feel left out.” Pointing a direct glance at George, Fred pulled his brother’s head closer. Three mouths explored each other, tongues intersecting as they adjusted to the new sensation. Fred’s head dipped down, using his hands to pull the material of Hermione’s bra down and away from her breasts. He sucked her breast deep into his mouth to wet it then pulled back to blow on it gently, causing the nipple to tighten to a hard nub. His hand smoothed up George’s thigh and quickly undid the snap of his trousers to slip inside.

George hissed against Hermione’s mouth as Fred’s hand wrapped around his stiff cock and stroked it firmly from base to tip and back again. Hermione kissed him harder, instantly appreciating in how different the men kissed her back. George’s mouth was hot and hard against hers for several minutes before he gave in and rested his head upon her shoulder, hips arching in rhythm to his brother’s hand.

“Do you want me to suck your cock big brother?” Fred grinned impishly at his twin. He loved to talk, the dirtier the better, and considered himself fortunate indeed that such wording excited his lovers rather than offended them. “Since my mouth can’t be two places at once, and I wouldn’t want to leave anyone unattended, why don’t you have a taste of sweet feminine pussy while I take care of you?”

George lay down and stretched out on the blanket, allowing himself to relax as Fred pulled his trousers down to his ankles. Fred pushed Hermione’s skirt to her waist and quickly removed her knickers. He leaned forward and gave her clit a stroke of his tongue before helping her straddle George’s face. She sank slowly towards his mouth at the same moment Fred sucked on the head of his cock. He breathed deeply of the musky scent coming from Hermione’s bare cunt before reaching up to pull her closer. His tongue licked over her clit slowly. He heard her gasp as his tongue delved deep into her pussy, then moan as her hips rocked slowly above him.

“Fuck her pussy with your tongue, make her come all over your face,” Fred whispered hoarsely, and George knew that his brother was watching them as he took George’s cock into his mouth. “Gods ‘Mione, you look so hot.”

George’s hands slid along her back and under her arms to cup her breasts. His fingers closed around her nipples and twisted them to a fully erect state. Two fingers that had to belong to Fred pushed past his frantic tongue and worked their way into her pussy, thrusting into her slowly. George continued to lick, cleaning his brother’s fingers each time they exited her dripping hole. He nipped at her clit with his teeth at the same time his fingers pinched each nipple. Hermione shuddered, crying out as orgasm took her by surprise.

Fred’s tongue was licking along the underside of his shaft. Hermione leaned over weakly, bracing her hands on the blanket, and joined her mouth with his around George’s cock. George’s mind went into a hazy blank, completely overcome by two mouths closing over him, two tongues licking the pre-cum that had gathered at the head. Hermione’s arse wiggled slightly and George realized he’d been remiss in his duty of cleaning the sweet liquid from between her parted thighs. He happily went back to sucking on her clit and licking away the drops of her continued arousal. His moans hummed against her heated skin and he was thankful for the distraction in his fear that he’d lose himself right then.

Fred pulled away first and rocked back on his heels. Hermione crawled off of George and collapsed to the blanket on her back, knees weak and heart thudding. George sat up and kissed Fred deeply, sharing the sweet taste of Hermione with his twin eagerly. George’s hands unsnapped Fred’s trousers and together they pulled the bothersome material off. Fred’s hands fisted in George’s ginger locks and pulled his head lower. Pausing briefly to suckle the stiff brown nipples on Fred’s chest, George then knelt down and engulfed the length of Fred’s cock into his mouth. Slowly working his mouth back up, George’s tongue swirled around the weeping head and tasted the saltiness of his brother’s pre-cum. He sucked hard and Fred’s hips thrust forward, burying the cock deep into George’s mouth once again. Fred held his brother’s head as he slowly fucked George’s mouth. Hermione watched the two men, becoming quickly aroused again at not only the sight before her, but from hearing the moans coming from each and the wet, slurping sounds that escaped George’s mouth as he bobbed up and down.

“‘Mione,” Fred panted harshly and grabbed her hand to pull her closer. She sat at his side, on her knees with her thighs spread to accommodate his questing fingers. His tongue laved at her breasts, his teeth grazed the erect nipples. Three fingers buried themselves deep in her pussy as his thumb rubbed furiously against her clit. She arched against his mouth, head thrown back as a ragged moan escaped her throat. His fingers withdrew and slid back to the puckered rim of her arse, the middle one tickling around the edge until she squirmed. She gasped as the finger pushed past the rim and worked it slowly, opening her to the invasion before a second finger joined in. They’d done this before, though not many times, and each time Hermione felt she would faint as her arse was prepared for what would come next.

“Will you let us fuck you ‘Mione?” Fred whispered, tracing the curve of her ear with his tongue. “Will you ride my twin’s cock while I fuck your arse? I want to be inside you right now, to feel your walls clench around my cock as I fuck you hard and fast.” His hot breath tickled the sensitive skin below her ear as he licked it. “I want to feel George’s cock sliding in and out of your cunt, as we thrust together. Can we fuck you like that love?”

“Oh Gods, yes, please,” she answered with a strangled whisper, more aroused by his words than anything else.

Fred removed his fingers as George rolled to lie on the blanket. Hermione straddled his thighs and arched her back to position herself over George’s cock. Impatient, George held her by the waist and pulled her down, impaling her on his thick shaft and holding her there as his hips bucked upwards instinctively. She cried out at the quick invasion and George squeezed his eyes shut. Her pussy walls clenched him tightly; the wet heat surrounding his cock left him gasping for breath. Slowly he withdrew as far as he could manage then slid into her again.

“So fucking tight,” he whispered, continuing his slow thrusts as she adjusted to his length. He felt his brother crawling between his legs, felt hot breath against his balls, and nearly spilled his load when Fred’s tongue snaked out to taste both cock and pussy where their bodies conjoined.

Fred’s tongue licked upwards till it met the puckered edge of Hermione’s arse. It worked its way around the hole, lubricating her in preparation for his cock. He pulled back and stood, grasping her arse and spreading her cheeks. Slowly his cock pushed past the rim and entered her fully, inch by agonizing inch. Hermione whimpered, both men buried to the hilt within her, stretching her to her limits. Fred’s hands moved to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples between finger and thumb, distracting her from any discomfort she may have felt. His mouth trailed kisses along her neck as he whispered to her.

“I can feel the throb of George’s cock deep in your pussy. The heat is unbearable… makes me want to come right now love.”

And then they began to move. Awkwardly at first, but soon a rhythm was established between the three. Hermione’s cries echoed around the room, mingling with the grunts and moans of Fred and George. They took turns, one thrusting deep and hard as the other withdrew. Hermione’s head was urged to turn and three tongues sought each other. George’s hands had a firm grip around her waist, pulling her down as his hips thrust up. . The underside of Fred’s cock slid against his, separated only by a thin membrane, and he could feel the ridge of its head grinding against the skin.

“Fred,” he gasped, “harder! Fuck!” His movements stilled as Fred increased his thrusts, allowing his brother’s movements to fulfill them both. The wet slap of skin against skin, harsh, ragged breathing clouded his mind and all George could do was feel. He couldn’t take anymore! Grunting coarsely, he pushed into Hermione’s slick body three times in rapid succession, arching off the blanket as he came. George collapsed back to the blanket, sweaty and completely spent.

Fred pulled away and helped Hermione to lie on the blanket beside George. He spread her legs and slid his now aching cock into her cunt, setting a furious pace immediately. Her quivering walls sheathed him snugly, despite the added lubrication from his brother’s release. Hermione’s body shook, and it was his name she cried out between her halted cries. George’s hands occupied her breasts, pulling at the nipples and tearing a scream from her throat as she came with blinding force. Her pussy walls held Fred in a vice like grip, a wave of spasms contracting them from her orgasm.

He leaned over, catching his twin’s mouth in a hot, wet kiss. “Fucking hot,” he breathed against George’s mouth. “Watching you fuck her, watching her as we both sucked your cock, letting you fuck my mouth.” Fred groaned slamming against Hermione’s pussy with all the strength he could muster. “Feeling you pulse as you exploded deep in her cunt…Oh Fuck…” His body tensed and stilled, buried to the hilt and pressed tightly against the juncture of her thighs.

Fred collapsed onto her as his body relaxed. Hermione’s hands gently pushed damps locks of ginger hair away from his face, soothing him as he attempted to bring his breathing back to normal. George rolled to his side and the three shared a lazy kiss.

“Are you still angry with us?” Fred risked a glance at his brother as the three settled more comfortably on the blanket.

George smiled slightly as his eyebrows raised suggestively. “And if I said yes? Would you be willing to make it up to me?”

Hermione giggled, snuggling between the two men. “I don’t think I’ll mind sharing at all.”