| Title: | Double the Fun | Author: | Lunadeath | Rating: | NC-17 | Pairing: | Harry/Fred/George | Summary: | Harry goes to the Weasleys for the remainder of the summer, as usual, and not only is Ron there, but so are the twins. When Fred and George learned of Harry's sexuality, they decide to pounce! | Warnings: | Threesome, slash, double penatration | Author's Notes: | | Story: |
It was another summer, and this time Harry got to be with the Weasleys sooner than he had last year. Ron was excited to have his friend over, and Mrs. Weasley was ecstatic. Not only were Ron, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley there, but the twins were home as well. They had taken a couple months of summer vacation from their joke shop, yet they still found the time to make all kinds of magical items for their store.
The minute that Harry had stepped into their home, the twins had walked right up to him with big smiles on their faces.
“So is it true, Harry?” Fred asked.
“Is what true?”
“That you fancy blokes.” George said.
“Er … yeah. Why, who told you?”
“I’m sorry, Harry,” said Ron from behind, “It was me. They noticed that something was bothering me lately, so they poked and prodded me until I told.” Harry’s eyes widened, and then Ron caught on to his friend’s thoughts, “Not that way! They kept badgering me!”
Before they left the train last year, Harry had quickly told Ron and Hermione about his sexuality. He had left them looking bewildered.
“That was very bad of you, Harry, keeping something like that from us,” said Fred.
“What? Why?”
“Well …” George blushed.
“We were wondering if you’d like to share our bed tonight,” Fred stepped in.
“To keep you warm,” George said.
“So you’re not too, er, lonely.”
Harry tried to get his mouth to move instead of gaping.
“I-I-I… didn’t know you guys were gay!”
“Well, bisexual actually.” said George.
“George here is a bit more into women than me,” said Fred, “But he’s still pretty open-minded.”
“And Fred here has a dick fetish,” George grinned.
Both Ron and Harry flushed bright red.
“So, would you like to?” George asked.
Harry blinked, still a bit astounded. “But, won’t Mrs. Weasley be mad?”
“Won’t I be mad about what?” Mrs. Weasley said as she entered the living room.
“Er… well…” Harry stuttered.
“We want Harry to share our bed with us tonight, so he’s not lonely.”
Mrs. Weasley looked like she was thinking it over, and then she smiled, “Aww, you boys are so sweet, caring for Harry like that. Just like when you let Percy sleep with you when you were little,” she had a wistful look on her face, “Yes, of course Harry can sleep with you. But, Harry,” she turned to her adopted son, “I thought that you were going to sleep in Ron’s room.”
“Well, I could sleep in there the next night…” Harry said, his heart fluttering madly in his chest.
“All right,” Mrs. Weasley said, “Go and get ready for bed then.”
Once Mrs. Weasley left, Harry turned to the twins, “She doesn’t know that you guys are… you know?”
“Nope,” said George, “Our dad knows though, but mum really has no idea.”
“You think she would have at least a little bit of an idea, but she doesn’t.”
“What’s this about you sharing a bed with Percy?” Harry dared to ask.
“Well, it was back when we were in our third year, and of course, Percy’s fourth year, but Percy acted as if he were still in second year sometimes.”
“We pulled a rather mean joke on him back then, and he ended up being scared of sleeping alone for a long time,” said George, “We feel very bad for doing it to him.” He sounded sincere, but his grin gave him away.
“So, we let Percy share our bed. And in the morning, he would always wake up with something written on his face…”
“Or his hair dyed a different color…”
“Or something equally nasty. Let’s just say, he got over being scare of sleeping alone very quickly. He told us, ‘I’d rather deal with being alone in my room, then wondering what will happen to me next morning while in your bed!’ And so, from then on, he hadn’t trusted us much.”
“Sad story, really.” George sniggered.
“Should I even trust you two, then?” Harry said.
“Of course you can, Harry,” Fred wiggled his eyebrows.
“We won’t do anything mean to you,” said George.
“But, what we have in mind might make you NOT want to leave our bed.”
Harry went red, again.
“Well,” Ron coughed, “I’m going to go to bed. You two be nice to Harry, or I will get revenge.” With that, he went up to his room.
“We knew that Ronniekins was overprotective of you, Harry…”
“But we didn’t know he was that bad. Is there something going on between you two that we should know about?”
Harry sputtered, “No, of course not! I don’t think of Ron like that at all.”
“Good,” said Fred, taking Harry’s hand, “Come with us to our room.”
“Mind, you may never wish to return…” George smirked, “Mwahahahaaa!”
Harry chuckled and followed the twins up to their bedroom.
The moment Harry walked in, he was blown away. He had never been inside the twins’ room before; he couldn’t help gawking at all of the oddities. There were Muggle things, along with other magical items surrounded the walls and ceiling. In the corner there was lab table filled with bottles and tubes of potions and other substances. A part of the table was singed, like something they’ve been working on had blow up on them recently. There were so many knick-knacks and gadgets to ogle, that Harry didn’t know that the twins were already stripping down to their boxers.
“Well, Harry? You heard our mum. Get your ass ready for bed.”
Harry finally stopped staring at everything and turned his attention to the twins. The moment his eyes fell on them, they had dropped their boxers.
Harry went bright red.
“Now, Mr. Potter,” Fred said, pretending to be stern, “Clothes off, or we’ll take them off for you.”
Harry gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
“Try us.” George smirked.
Bit by bit, Harry took off his layers of clothes. Harry kept his eyes downward, trying not to make eye contact with the twins, but the way he was slowly taking his clothes off, it was like a strip show to the two redheads. Harry had finally reached his own short, blue boxers. Closing his eyes, Harry quickly let them drop to the floor, and then he practically flung himself into the twins’ bed. Standing there made Harry too conscious of his nude state.
Fred and George finally let out a laugh they’ve been holding while watching Harry. Harry couldn’t believe that he was getting laughed at. It made him feel worse.
“Sorry there, Har’.” Fred said. “It’s not like we find you funny looking, or anything.”
“Quite the opposite, actually. You’re very, very nice to look at, for a boy your age.” George winked. “We were just laughing at the way you were handling things.”
“And you’re quite adorable when you become bright red.”
“Quite adorable, indeed.”
Harry pulled the covers up to the middle of his chest, still sitting up. “You think I’m … that I’m…”
“Oh yes.” Fred smiled.
“Very much so.” George grinned. “Don’t let others tell you otherwise.”
“Uh, thanks, guys… I think.”
Fred crawled next to Harry’s right, and George went in by Harry’s left. The feeling of having two nude and warm bodies close-by made Harry even more aware of his own nudity.
“Lie down, Harry,” Fred whispered, “and relax.” He touched the dark-haired boy, ever so lightly on the shoulder. Harry closed his eyes and fell back, his head hitting the pillow below.
The twins hovered over him a bit, and then someone took off his glasses. Harry’s eyes snapped open from the movement, most of the room was a bit blurry, and he blinked a few times. They brought their faces closer to Harry’s, and Harry could feel a pair of hands on him, caressing his chest and stomach, slowly gliding down his legs. Harry shivered, and shut his eyes just as the room’s light dimmed. He gasped and slid himself further into the cool sheets, which were becoming warmer by the second.
“You’re beautiful, Harry,” Fred whispered close to his ear. The twin flickered his tongue across Harry’s jawbone. Harry’s mouth fell open, and as it did, another mouth softly covered it. He kissed George slowly as Fred continued to taste the side of Harry’s face and neck. The roaming hands never stopped, and someone’s hand found one of Harry’s nipples and started to tease it. Harry’s breath was caught in his throat, and he couldn’t stop his penis from growing from the sensations they were giving him.
For some reason, Harry didn’t feel as embarrassed as before, when he was standing in the middle of the room, stalkers. It was like he wasn’t naked at all, with the twins’ bodies so close to his, and the light sheet half-over them. But he knew he was, completely and totally nude, and cock rising at an alarming rate. Harry’s body shook as he felt abashed, again, but then those two bright colored heads were now lowering themselves down his body, kissing almost everywhere they could. He felt his body flush uncontrollably.
One hand moved one of his legs out of the way, and another hand lightly brushed over his stomach, descending. The partners to those hands were in his hair, under his body, petting him. The hand on his leg moved lower, and the hand on his stomach had found his erection. Harry’s eyes opened slightly to see that it was Fred that was stroking him, very gently, and George was softly caressing his thigh and buttocks. He didn’t know what made him do it, but he lifted his lower half up more, feeling his cheeks heat up. George brought his head down and suckled on a nipple. Harry gasped. Fred moved his head down and started to kiss Harry’s shoulder blade.
Harry wiggled, and gasped, over and over until he had turned himself onto his right side, so he was facing George. He held George’s gaze for a bit before their lips touched lightly, and then George scooted closer and their cocks met. Harry groaned in George’s mouth. Fred wiggled up against Harry’s backside, his erection pressed tightly against Harry’s lower back and right above his crevice. Harry lifted a knee, moved a hand toward George, as he felt Fred rub him with his hand and his cock. Harry was very much sandwiched. There was no escape.
Fred brought a hand around them and wrapped it around Harry’s cock. As he stroked Harry, he also made it rub up against George’s stomach. Harry moved his head away and closed his eyes again, his face burning. George attacked his neck with abundance as he fondled Harry’s balls. Harry almost cried out when both those hands started to stroke him. Fred moved his cock so that it was now between Harry’s legs, brushing against Harry’s hole and scrotum. Harry squirmed as Fred rubbed the wet head of his cock across Harry’s opening.
“Do you want it, Harry?” Fred murmured in his ear.
“Because we sure do,” said George against his neck.
Harry squirmed a bit and thrust himself back against Fred, grasping at George’s shoulder.
“We want you, Harry.” Fred said, kissing his earlobe. Harry shivered, and wiggled more. He got even harder.
“Oh…” Harry tried to get his brain to work, along with his vocal cords. “I … oh, my … God … I…”
“Just say it. Anything you want, we’ll give it to you.”
“Very willingly.”
Harry tossed and turned, getting himself on his back again, and then suddenly facing Fred. They locked gazes for a bit before Fred kissed him lightly. And then, Harry was back to squirming this way and that, trying to decide on what he wanted. When he couldn’t decide, the twins decided to help him and they made him stay on his back. Harry puffed; sweat lightly falling from his forehead.
“Slow down there, Harry,” George said with a small laugh.
“Yes, Harry.” Fred said, “Relax.”
“We’ve got an idea.”
“Huh?” Harry blinked, still panting. His cock twitched, “What idea?”
“This,” said George, and he lifted Harry’s body up so that he was now lying on top of him. Harry let out a small squeak as his body was manhandled and then his cock found another. As George spread his legs, so did Harry, and then Fred was suddenly on top of him. Fred’s weight was gentle, though, and Harry felt a pair of cocks rubbing against his virginal hole.
Harry’s eyes snapped open.
“Got the Whiz-glide, George?”
“When don’t I, Fred?” George grinned. He reached over to the nightstand and snatched a long blue-green tube from the top. Harry watched as George flipped the cap open and applied some of the gel to his finger. The tube looked half empty.
“Don’t hog it,” Fred said, bringing a hand over to the open tube in George’s hand. George smirked as he put some gel onto Fred’s fingers. Harry continued to watch, mesmerized.
George’s hand went down to lube up his own cock, and Fred’s slicked fingers were on Harry’s anus. Harry wiggled from the coolness, and then gasped when those fingers began to probe him.
“Don’t tense too much, Harry,” said Fred, “Or it’ll feel too uncomfortable.”
Harry did his best to keep his muscles slack as Fred’s fingers pushed slowly in and out of him. Those expert fingers had found Harry’s prostate, and Harry threw his head back and moaned. That was not what Harry was expecting.
“See?” said George as he noticed the look on Harry’s face, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
All Harry could do was nod. George moved his hand from his cock to Harry’s, sliding on some of the excess whiz-glide from his hand. He slowly pumped Harry’s cock, feeling it twitch and pulse angrily in his hand. Harry moaned and buried his face into George’s neck as Fred pushed in another finger. Harry began to buck wildly against them both: Fred’s fingers and George’s hand.
“I think he’s ready,” Fred half-whispered.
“You want to go first, then?” George asked.
“If you don’t mind…” Fred grinned.
“Not at all.”
Fred slipped his fingers from Harry’s body, and lightly began to push his cock in.
Harry bit down on George’s shoulder, and George hissed. Harry made a muffled sound, grasping George’s arms tightly. George slowed his hand down, stroking Harry gently as Fred continued to ease his way inside Harry.
George put his and Harry’s cocks together and rubbed them. Harry groaned, loudly this time, as he removed his teeth from George’s flesh. He felt his body become stretched, his anus filled with Fred’s length. He managed not to cry out too loudly as Fred brushed against his prostate. Fred looked down, watching himself get swallowed whole by Harry’s body. He stopped, finding that he couldn’t go any further. Fred gently ran his hand over Harry’s globes before parting them with his thumbs. Harry’s hole was pulsing, stretched, as Fred slowly started to pull out.
Harry moaned again, feeling Fred slowly slide out of him. George moved his hand from Harry’s member, not wanting him to come too soon. He took hold of the back of Harry’s head and brought him down into a passionate kiss. Fred rubbed his hands up and down Harry’s back in a soothing manner as he gently pushed himself back inside. Harry trembled.
He had never felt anything as incredible as this. The feeling they were giving him was too much. He became looser as Fred’s thrusts became longer and quicker. It was at an even pace now, an even in and out motion. Harry found his body rocking with that pace, his front rubbing harshly against George’s front, and Fred was holding onto his shoulders for more leverage. Harry gasped and shuddered and groaned almost non-stop. Right when Harry felt himself close to climax, Fred stopped. He halted Harry’s hips and pulled himself out.
Harry pouted slightly, but then he heard Fred say, “Ok, George, it’s your turn.”
Harry wiggled anxiously between them as George placed his hands on his thighs and slowly guided Harry down. Harry felt a gentle nudge, and then he was suddenly being filled again, this time from a different angle. Harry moaned and sat up on his knees. His body aligned with Fred’s from the back, and Fred lowered his head down to kiss at Harry’s neck. Harry moved his head around, and their lips met. As they kissed gently, Harry felt George’s hands on his thighs, lifting him carefully off of his cock, and then down again. Harry shivered, his legs shaking from the intense feeling.
George had hit his prostate, and Harry cried out, almost too loudly if Fred hadn’t covered his mouth with his lips. Fred decided that it would be best if they stayed kissing while Harry were screwing in his position. Harry’s body was finally moving faster on George’s cock. Bouncing uncontrollably on him. The feeling of being filled over and over again felt powerful, too intense. Harry was on the verge of crying out.
The twins both knew that if they didn’t perform a silencing spell now, they’d have their mother banging on the door, wondering if they were killing Harry. Fred quickly grabbed his wand from the nightstand and performed a silencing spell around them. With a relieved look from his twin, they continued with their activity. Harry was now free to scream if he wished.
And scream he did. Especially when Fred pushed Harry down so that he was lying on top of George again, changing angles. Fred pushed Harry’s cheeks apart and helped his twin move in and out of Harry. A few strokes later, and Fred removed George’s cock from Harry, and then thrust his own cock inside. Harry cried out from the quick change. Fred fucked Harry a few times, roughly, and then pulled out. George went back inside and fucked Harry with quick, hard thrusts. George pulled half way out, and Fred moved his cock in.
Harry’s eyes popped open and he screamed. Slowly, Fred pushed his way into Harry while George’s cock was still half way buried inside. The whiz-glide wasn’t any normal kind of lube. Harry’s body widened with the intrusion, and suddenly, Harry’s sphincter felt incredibly limp and limber. The lube had heated up immensely from the friction. Fred became fully imbedded into Harry’s body.
“How’re you doing, mate?” George asked Harry.
Sweat was drenching Harry’s face and neck, his whole body was shaking.
“G-g-good…”
“Are you sure?” Fred asked. “Let us know if you’re in any pain.”
Harry shook his head wildly, “I’m-I’m… this is…” Harry panted a bit, and then said, “Please… more… I want more…”
“You heard the man,” Fred said to his twin.
George grinned, and then pushed his cock all the way inside of Harry. Harry gave a silent scream and went completely limp, falling forward into George’s arms. Now both Fred and George were deep in Harry’s body.
“Harry?” said George. He brushed a few wet strands away from Harry’s face, “All right there, baby?”
Harry nodded, gulping in as much air as he could. “More… more…”
Slowly, at first, the twins move in tight thrusts. Harry shook and cried, his whole lower half throbbing with ecstasy. He felt on fire. His heart felt as if it were about to burst out of his chest. George moved slower, at a more even pace, while Fred picked up speed. Harry got up on his knees again, and his body swallowed their cocks more. They both hit Harry’s prostate, and Harry screamed.
“OH—MY—GOD—! OOOHHHHH!”
Fred lifted Harry’s body up and held onto it. George read his twin’s mind, and he sat up. All three of them were on their knees now. Harry’s cock jerked wildly, the crown turning purple. Fred gently moved his body backwards, and George followed, moving forward. Now Harry was lying on Fred, his back to Fred’s chest, and George was on top. Harry spread his legs and rested his head next to Fred’s. George brought his legs up onto his shoulders, and pushed.
“OH, OH, OH… PLEEEEAASE…” Harry cried. His cock was so sensitive now, that it throbbed painfully. He could hear it drumming in his ears, pounding with the beat of his heart. If he were going to die this year, he would definitely die a happy man now.
Harry was even looser than before, and George was able to thrust faster. He was close to his twin’s speed, which was quick, and rough. He could feel his twin’s pulse from his cock, he could feel it sliding smoothly against his, creating even more friction. Last time he had touched his twin’s body in an intimate way, they were just starting puberty, and were curious. They’ve never done each other or anything, but they’ve masturbated one another before. Never, though, had their cocks touched. Nothing like this. Surprisingly, it was a great turn on, knowing that they were both fucking Harry, making him feel like this.
They moved closer to Harry’s face and kissed him, together, on the lips. It was hard to do, since Harry wouldn’t stop screaming and moaning. Open-mouthed kisses rained on Harry’s wet lips. Harry did his best to return the kiss in between moans. As all three of them kissed, the twins brought their hands down to Harry’s aching cock and wrapped around it. As soon as they began to stroke him, Harry’s body thrashed about wildly. They joined Harry in the madness, thrusting him fast and furiously. Three bodies, slick with sweat and heat, moved in a blur, and then… finally… Harry came. He came so hard that he thought his balls were going to deflate. Jets of pearly white come shot up and covered his chest, along with Fred’s stomach and their hands.
They weren’t sure when Harry was going to stop coming, but he finally did. Fred had finished up, and it hurt from holding it in for so long. George felt his twin come, and so he pushed forward for more friction. He came then, his essence combining with Fred’s.
All three of them went limp. They felt dead to the world. Harry’s chest was rising and falling fast, as well as theirs. They sucked in as much oxygen from the room as they could.
Harry felt like he were in a steam room, and he was sure that if he put his glasses back on, they’d fog up. The twins’ weight surrounding him was heavenly. He wanted to stay like this forever.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, content and happy. Not a single sarcastic remark uttered in the darkness. There were only three heartbeats pounding in unison. | E-Mail the Author: | Lunadeath02@aol.com |
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