All he wanted was a glass of hot milk.
Since he’d been on vacation in Coleraine for almost a week now, he’d had a hard time sleeping every night. Tonight was for a different reason than before. There were no moans, whimpers or shrill cries coming from downstairs, and the whole apartment was utterly silent.
The first night he woke up to the sound of Charlie and his wife having sex and he was shocked. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about the two having sex, what shocked him was the fact that he saw the pompous little nerd just lying there in bed doing nothing until Charlie got off the bed. Along with Charlie’s gasps and grunts, he heard carnal moans, gasps, and whimpers. He couldn’t sleep for hours that night.
When he saw them the next day, he couldn’t have guessed that they had been making lovemaking noises for over an hour, in fact he couldn’t remember if he’d heard them himself. Hermione was still as sensitive as she was neurotic, and Charlie still wore an easygoing smile. Fred was beginning to wonder if last night had been a fantasy of his own. He was working hard on the opening of a new store, one of the reasons George had insisted he take a few weeks vacation.
The next night he went to bed before they did and lay there all the time waiting. It all stopped when he heard lewd laughter and Charlie’s gasps coming from beside the door to his room. Not this, he closed his eyes and slid his hand down to his lower back. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about nasty Hermione, who always had a tousled head of curls and a smug look on her face, being fucked hard by his brother. He obviously shouldn’t have been holding his vaguely aching cock and masturbating while listening to them fucking right outside the door. He should have felt shame instead of angst and jealousy as his warm cum shot into the small of his back and his hand.
The next four nights were spent the same way. They went to the bedroom and made love, and he lay in bed and masturbated while thinking about them. Of course, one night they actually just went to bed, but he imagined they were still having sex. On the fourth night, it was no longer Charlie making love to her in his mind. Instead, it was him making her scream and moan, it was him fucking her fast and hard as she whimpered his name softly. On the third night, they remembered to put a silencing spell on, and he could only eavesdrop on them making love through a spell he had cast in their bedroom beforehand. He snuck into their room and cast a spell to break their spell, a thought that should have shamed him, but instead he felt nothing but excitement and desire for the warm, wet, tight cunt wrapped around his cock. He had been watching them all day. They felt the gentle smiles and soft, clinging kisses when he wasn’t watching them. He finally watched Hermione carefully, and he realized that Hermione was a rather pretty twenty-five year old woman, and no longer the obnoxious nerd who had annoyed him and George at school. She was rather conceited and stubborn, arguing with Charlie like a captured beast about stupid shit like crap, and she had huge nipples.
Fred noticed that Charlie didn’t say much, as if he knew that when she got angry she would go into long, obnoxious rants about all sorts of things. He watched Hermione closely, looking at her reddened cheeks with excitement as well as her angry lips, and he could understand Charlie’s wise move. He wanted her. God, he really wanted her. But his bloody Head Boy (“I’m a Head Boy and captain of the Quidditch team, and now it’s my job to train dragons”) brother possessed her.
Tonight, he lay meticulously on the cold sheets. He knew it was an unhealthy habit, but he could only rest for one more week, so he couldn’t care less about the detrimental effects of indulging his twisted fantasies. Besides, it was their fault they hadn’t noticed that he’d broken their silencing spell. He’d been waiting for them, his cock already hard and neutralized from his ginger pubic hair with a shudder, the skin under his freckles reddening, his hands twisting his nipples to reinforce the arousal. , nothing happened. The room stayed quiet. The hallway was empty too. His cock went limp resting on his thigh. Eventually he got out of bed in a huff to get a glass of warm milk to drink, and it was obvious that they’d either gone straight to bed or reinforced the silencing spell without setting off the alarm he’d set in their house. He picked up his shorts, which he’d tossed aside, and walked quietly through the hall toward the kitchen. Seeing the lights, he slowed his pace and licked his lips. Won’t they be in the …… club?
He looked around to inspect the corner and when he saw the scene his cock immediately hardened again. Hermione was lying on the table, her naked body glistening pink from sweat and arousal, making soft huffing noises as Charlie stroked her. Charlie wasn’t naked, but he was only wearing an old pair of jeans that had slipped down to his ass. Fred’s eyes drifted unconsciously over the broad shoulders, the raw spotted back, and the solidly muscled arms that made the rest of the Weasley boys look like leathery wastrels compared to him. Charlie might be the shortest of them all, but he made up for it with muscles none of them could build.
Charlie sucked on a tantalizing nipple while two large hands slid down the sides of her body. She wasn’t small or particularly thin, but Charlie’s size made her look slender and thin. The scene made Fred’s cock stand up against his shorts as if to say, “Grab me by the hand, you idiot.” Charlie kissed her from her nipples all the way down to the small of her back, and Fred saw that her nipples were even prettier than he had thought. They weren’t particularly large, but they were round and full and a deep pink color. His hand reached into his shorts giving in to the demands of his cock.
His brother got on his knees and licked her nipples as he pushed his fingers into her cunt, and Fred saw that his fingers were already wet. Oh, God. Fred was seeing him finger-fucking her. It made his hand grip his cock hard and start jerking it off. Charlie’s head was between her legs and Fred moved to see it was obvious that he was licking the wet pink pussy lips. Hermione gripped the sides of the table tightly, her body writhing on the table as Fred watched and masturbated.
“Better keep quiet, baby. Don’t let my brother hear you. He might come out and see you lying here like a whore, naughty little girl.” Charlie whispered as he lifted his head to lick the love juice from his mouth.
“Charlie, please, stop.” Fred bit his lip to prevent a moan from escaping as he heard her words filled with desire and need. Charlie switched positions and he saw just how wet she really was, fuck, love juices were dripping down. Charlie teased her with a mouth full of obscenities, words that often got him slapped by his mom. The slut begged Charlie to fuck her with urges Fred had never thought possible.
“Babe, actually I bet you like that, don’t you? Fred is watching you, maybe he’s masturbating while you masturbate, and he’s thinking about sticking it in you.” Charlie laughed softly and inserted two fingers into her pussy. Hermione’s ass arched violently and she let out an exhausted moan, a sound that irritated both Charlie and Fred. “You’re so fucking sexy, Hermione. Now it’s time to make you come, and then I’m going to fuck you hard.” Charlie didn’t waste time talking, his large hands gripped her legs tightly, spreading them as far apart as possible to either side so that her pussy was fully exposed to his hungry gaze. Fred leaned forward to observe this, noting that the red hair stood out against her slightly tanned complexion. He realized that his hair looked similar against her body. His hands were also about the same size as Charlie’s so that if he stroked or kissed or held her tightly they looked similar. His consciousness split in two, one half looking at her face, his hands squeezing the attractive nipples tightly, the other half staring at Charlie taking him for himself.
His hand jerked his cock up and down as hard as he could, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat, there were no walls preventing him from hearing them, he was watching them from such a close distance that he could appreciate the feel of Charlie’s tongue on Hermione’s skin.
Charlie stood up and hastily pulled his jeans down to his knees and stepped forward to penetrate her pussy. Fred could almost feel her muscles tighten around his cock as Charlie thrust in, that’s what it felt like.
He mumbled lowly and ejaculated, his hand covered in his hot, thick cum. He continued to watch as Charlie fucked Hermione, jerking his cock until he squeezed all the cum out. He saw Charlie thrust hard into her pussy, the sound of skin hitting skin mixed with soft moans and gasps. The muscles of Charlie’s ass contracted with each thrust into his sexy wife. She braced herself to kiss him, her nails poking into his back, scratching and clawing, leaving a trail of blood.
Fred had to leave before Charlie climaxed. He didn’t want to risk getting caught, and he wasn’t sure he’d make a sound if he saw his brother cum. He hurried back to his room and collapsed headfirst onto his bed, he gasped for air and even forgot to get the milk. He had to go, go home and forget about everything he’d done this week.
It was a mistake, peeping at them having sex while masturbating. He was no better than one of those perverted old men who got off on peeking at people through windows. Charlie would never speak to him if he found out about this; Hermione would put a spell on him if she knew what he was thinking when he looked at her now, and it would be something no one had ever heard of. But, really, there was still over a week before he could return to London. What good would it do to leave now when it would only make them suspicious?
He closed his eyes and sighed. He knew he was making excuses. He didn’t want to go. These days were fantastic, Colleoni was so good, and he was having a great time with Charlie and Hermione even without these dirty thoughts. He just needed to stop this. Stop it now. He decided that tonight was the last night. He was going to stop snooping, stop eavesdropping or spying on them. He sighed and rolled over on his bed, trying to get as much sleep as he could. The sight of Hermione being napped by Charlie was more effective than warm milk and he was soon asleep.
Fred spent two more nights. These two nights he cast a silencing spell in his room to prevent the sound from reaching the apartment.
He had slept uneasily for the past two nights, always having nasty dreams. For the past two days he tried to keep his distance from the two men. For the past two days he hadn’t observed their tender embraces and flirtatious smiles. For the past two days he had grown jealous that his brother had taken possession of something he wanted so badly. For the past two days he had acted like a fool, thinking for a moment that he would never see her again, and for a moment that if only he had taken her four years ago before she fell into Charlie’s arms. For the past two nights he had masturbated until his cock was red and swollen and his hands were numb from the constant friction.
Tonight, he didn’t bother pretending that he no longer left the room to observe them. If that meant he had to sneak into their bedroom, cast an expansion spell on the closet and hide in it, well, so be it. He didn’t have an invisibility cloak, so strict measures were necessary. They had a nice dinner, and he hadn’t lost sight of the number of times they touched and smiled at each other. They were practically on the verge of devouring each other with kisses. He sincerely hoped they were about to make love in the middle of this pile of plates of Alfredo’s roast chicken.
He’d been semi-hard since they’d both fucking kissed. He crossed his legs and barely sat in the chair so they couldn’t see his ugly face when Hermione rocked back and forth on Charlie’s lap. He suspected they might be on an aphrodisiac because they never used to do that in front of him. Hermione wouldn’t even allow Charlie to pinch her ass unless she felt no one was watching them. As far as he knew, the two of them holding hands was as far as she could go to show affection in front of everyone.
She was obviously more than just holding hands tonight. It was obvious that her ass kept rubbing against Charlie’s cock, she was flushed and her desire couldn’t have been clearer, her breasts kept rising and falling with her heavy breathing, her nipples hard against her cotton shirt. As Charlie bit into her neck bit by bit, Fred stood up abruptly. “I’m going back to bed, good night.” He wanted to get down on his knees, spread her legs and lick her to orgasm, and he had to leave before he did something stupid. In a way, he didn’t think Charlie would like any of this. He was about to walk away when Charlie’s arm came out all at once and grabbed his wrist tightly, and he looked at his brother in surprise.
Charlie’s green eyes stared back at him, looking a little mischievous. “Trying to escape, little brother?”
“We thought you’d like to see it, Fred.” At the sound of Hermione’s lazy, slow voice, he couldn’t help but blush and widen his eyes to see their smug smiles. They knew. Oh, fuck. “Um …… well, you see …… I didn’t mean it like that.” He began to stammer.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, Fred,” said Charlie firmly. “Let’s start with your punishment for the other night. You know, the day you were obviously standing outside the kitchen door watching us. Do you want us to know that, little brother? Do you want us to know that you saw me fucking my beautiful wife and it turned you on and got you so hard that you had to pull out your cock and masturbate until you shot all over your hand and the floor? Is that why you don’t remember to clean up after you masturbate, or are you still a little boy who doesn’t know any better?” A surge of excitement went through his cock as Charlie spoke, and Charlie’s grip on his wrist tightened. He couldn’t tell if Charlie was angry or not. He resented the fact that his brother was really fucking good at keeping things ambiguous. Hermione didn’t help him in the slightest. She simply looked at him. He had no way of telling if she was grimacing or looking at him angrily, or simply perking up because of Charlie’s words. “I’m sorry, Charlie.” He struggled to whisper.
“I shouldn’t have done those things. That’s just …… I can’t walk.”
“Did you get a binding spell on your leg? Or a petrification spell?” Hermione asked absently. “Either way, I suspect you’re under a spell for spying on us having sex there. Excuses are a dime a dozen, Fred. Now shut up and sit in the back. We’re not done punishing you yet.” Fred obeyed her immediately. Charlie was his brother, and he knew that he wouldn’t do anything that would do too much harm, even if he was merely afraid that his mom would find out. But Hermione was smart and appalling, so he didn’t dare go against her wishes. He rubbed his bruised and swollen wrists and looked at them with some shame. “I know it’s my fault for eavesdropping on you and spying on you, and I wouldn’t blame you if you sent me home never wanting to see me again.”
“I think my wife told you to shut up, Fred.” Charlie said, still snarky. “Put your arms on the side of the chair, little brother. You have no right to touch yourself.” Fred frowned a little at the vague words, but did as he was told. A silent binding spell tied his arms to the arms of the chair. “Nappy.” He cursed as he tried to break free.
“If you behave then it’ll be over in a minute.” Hermione laughed softly. He looked at them again. He licked his lips when he saw Charlie’s hand under her shirt. “Do you like watching Charlie touch me? His rough palms touching my smooth skin, his fingers are calloused from training dragons.”
“She’s got sensitive nipples, little brother,” Hermione moaned softly, and Charlie picked up on his words.
“I look at her and they get hard, but when do I touch her? They actually vibrate in my hand. She likes it when I’m a little rough. She can’t help but whimper and get wet when I squeeze them and gently twist them like this. Do you want to see?”
“Yes.” Fred said desperately. He hated all of this. She was completely clothed, Charlie had her moaning and whimpering, and he couldn’t see a fucking thing.
“What did you say, Fred?” She looked at him, and then he realized they were getting a kick out of him watching.
“Please.”
“Good girl,” Charlie cooed before finishing removing Hermione’s shirt from her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra so her breasts kept bouncing when she moved. He groaned and squirmed in his chair, his fingers curling into his palms. Charlie grinned at him while lazily kissing her nipples. “She’s got big nipples, doesn’t she? Do you see how well they fit in my hand? Simply perfect. Born for me to hold. I looked at her face when I did that, little brother. Have you ever seen such a beautiful woman in your life?”
“No.” Fred spoke softly. Hermione closed her eyes in excitement, her lips slightly parted. Her skin was reddening with excitement, and as she grew more and more excited, he could see sweat slowly seeping through her hairline.
“Let my brother lick your nipples, baby.” Charlie ordered in a husky voice. “He’s been doing so well, he deserves a reward.” Hermione smiled mischievously as she gracefully stood up and walked over to him. “My husband thinks you can lick my breasts now.” She said affectionately. “But I’m not sure. Would you like to suck my nipples, Fred?”
“God, of course I want to.” She looked at him, tugging at her nipples as she did so. The fake smile that hung on her lips made his cock twitch and swell even more. He stuck his tongue out eager to lick her breast. “Let’s see if you really want it,” she said as she scrutinized it, her hand suddenly going to his crotch. She grabbed his cock through his pants and his ass popped up. “You’re still hard.” She let go of his cock and he swore she looked back at Charlie with a guilty look on her face.
“You can stop anytime you want, baby.” Charlie said gently. “You can play all you want.”
“He’s too hard, Charlie.” She told her husband. Fred wanted to growl because he was being ignored. Damn Charlie and his ideas. He had to shut up so Fred could lick her nipples. “Maybe this is too much?”
“What do you want, Hermione?” Charlie asked concerned. “I think it’s fucking hot to see you standing next to my brother with your nipple right next to his mouth. His cock is about to burst his pants, but it’s precisely because I know you’re already so wet it’s running down your legs that you’ll be glad he wants you. If you want him, he’s yours. If you’d rather stop, I’ll take you to bed and fuck you until you can’t move in the morning. It’s your choice, baby. I just want to make you happy.”
“Please, Hermione.” Fred whispered like he was being pinched. “Damn I want you so bad.” She looked at him and smiled slowly. “You won’t be embarrassed in the morning? You promise? We’ll never …… even if we discuss the possibility of someone else, it’s just our idle business. You won’t be outlandish about it in the morning?”
“In any case, I doubt it will feel bizarre at all.” He said dryly. “You’re Charlie’s, Hermione. I know that much. It’s, uh, just for tonight. No embarrassment or jealousy.”
“Great, because I want my husband to watch me fuck you.” She said with a lewd smile before shoving a nipple into his mouth.
He opened his mouth and drew his tongue in circles around her nipple. She let him suck and lick until she was panting, then gave him the other nipple. He was happily licking those nipples as hard as he could to make her come, but she pulled them out. He groaned and glared at his obnoxious, stupid brother who was grinning from ear to ear.
“If you glare at me, little brother, I’ll leave you tied up there watching me fuck her against the wall.” Charlie threatened in a teasing voice, but it was undoubtedly a warning.
Hermione might have decided to play along for once, but they both knew it was Charlie who was in complete control of the situation. Fred whined as Hermione walked back to her husband, Charlie’s mouth taking turns wrapping around both of her nipples. His lips had just been there, his tongue flowing around the nipple. He struggled to get away from the magic binding his arms, trying to free his hands to masturbate.
“Do you realize that her cunt is already dripping wet, little brother?” Charlie asked as he released her nipple. Hermione turned to face Fred and he saw the teeth marks on her breasts, saliva collecting around her nipples, her body now glistening with sweat. Charlie undid her skirt and slid it down to her ass. She stepped out of her skirt and parted her legs, allowing her husband’s hands to grope at their leisure. “Oh yeah. She’s soaking wet. Doesn’t she have the prettiest cunt you’ve ever seen? Her clit is more sensitive than her nipples. One touch and she’s going to come. There’s no better feeling than her pussy clamping down on your cock when she comes, little brother. She’s fucking amazing.” Fred saw Charlie lazily lick his wet fingers and grunt in his throat. He saw Hermione turn to face Charlie and kneel down. Her ass was round and firm, and he could see signs of bruising from the slap. He couldn’t help but groan as the scene came to his mind. She pulled Charlie’s shirt off over her head and he heard a zipper pull down. Then Charlie pressed her head down and Fred knew what she was going to do.
“God, baby. You have a fucking great mouth.” Charlie murmured as she sucked on his cock. His fingers messed up her tousled hair. Fred wanted to see his cock, wanted to watch him fuck her face. “It’s not over yet, Hermione. I want to watch you fuck my brother. You ride his cock and I want to cum in your ass. Think of all the times he should fuck you. Go let him tongue fuck you and see if he’s worth cock fucking your tight cunt.” Hermione stood up and kissed Charlie and walked back to Fred. She undid his pants and he lifted his ass to let her take them off. His cock stood hard and erect, long ready to go, the glans oozing prostate fluid and throbbing as she looked at it. “He has a lovely cock, Charlie.” She told her husband.
Her hand tentatively grabbed his cock while licking her lips. He groaned and she looked up at him. He was surprised to see a hint of a blush in her gaze as her hand slowly jerked his cock up and down.
“Tell me, baby, how does my brother’s cock look in your hand?” Fred crossed to her to see that Charlie was slowly masturbating at a subdued frequency so he hadn’t cum yet.
“Not thick, but long.” She glanced back at his crotch and said. “Fully engorged and erect. His cock is so hard and lovely, and he’s wet.” She skimmed her finger over the glans and slid it along the foreskin, then licked her finger. “Mmm…… he tastes good. Bitter and salty, not quite like you, but great.”
“Let him taste you, Hermione.” Charlie ordered hoarsely. “Let him taste you. Climb up on the chair and ride his face. Make him lick your pussy until you cum all over his face. Then, then I want you to come down and take his cock in your cunt. I want you to ride him while I fuck you back there.”
“Nappy, Charlie.” He groaned and jerked his ass up off the chair, her fingers starting to jerk faster as his brother spoke. She let go of his cock and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. He watched as she climbed into the chair, both feet beside each of his arms, her knees leaning against the back of the chair as she slowly brought her wet pussy closer to his face.
Charlie stood up and walked behind the chair. Fred saw his brother’s arm around her so that she could lean back and lean into his hand. Thanks to Charlie doing that, she was able to straddle his face without stepping over the chair. He should have said thank you to his brother, but he was too busy watching the two of them kiss over his head to talk. He felt something wet against his ear and knew without looking that it was Charlie’s cock. Oh, God.
He mumbled under his breath and watched as his brother teasingly licked her nipples. Fred resolved not to worry about the cock in his ear and instead focused on her wet, beautiful cunt.
His tongue snuck out and flicked her pussy. He wanted to touch her, wanted to spread her thighs wide and bite and lick and suck until she moaned out his name. All he could do was lick her pussy and rub his nose against her clit. She was so wet that it didn’t take long for his lips and chin to get covered in her love juices. He tilted his head back as far as he could over the backrest of the chair and pushed his tongue into her pussy. He tongue-fucked her, licking her pussy walls hard, sucking her clit into his mouth and humming into her pussy. Then she changed positions, her pussy leaving his face for a moment. There was movement beside him, and he turned his head to see Charlie go around and walk behind her.
She leaned back again, leaning into his hand and riding Fred’s face again. He leaned back, sucking and licking, waiting for her to come. Suddenly he felt a palm grip his cock and his ass jerked suddenly. Wet lips gently grazed the glans, and the sensation that it was Charlie – his brother – sucking him off made him moan. It was fucking wicked. The sensation was on one side making him slide farther down the abyss of depravity, and on the other enjoying every fucking minute of it. The wetness wore off in no time, and he looked up to see her now leaning against Charlie’s chest, kissing him in earnest.
Fred licked her from her anus all the way to her clit and then sucked her clit hard into his mouth. There was a pleasant low sob and she came. Her body shuddered unceasingly as he eagerly licked and lapped up her slit, loving her slit and the taste of her. When he heard the familiar sound of masturbation, he knew it was Charlie masturbating herself as she sucked him off, and he fucked Charlie’s mouth listlessly. Before he could react, Hermione slid off of him, her fingers grabbing the sides of his shirt and yanking it away. The buttons fell to the floor and then Charlie grabbed his cock.
“Come on.” He hissed as she mounted him. It was so fucking wet and hot and tight, and with her legs still straddling the sides of the chair’s armrests like they had been a few moments ago, he couldn’t get his cock in too deep. This nerdy chick was teasing him. He didn’t even have to look at her face to know this; he saw the contemptuous fake smile on her face.
“Do you like it when Charlie sucks your cock, Fred? Know how your own brother sucking your cock can get you hard and ready to fuck his wife? His tongue is in my ass right now, slippery and covered in your prostate fluid. He’s sticking his tongue up my ass to get me ready to be fucked by him. He’s very good at developing my asshole. If you’re lucky you can enjoy him doing that to you too. Do you like it, Fred? Did he lick your ass before he fucked you? It’s so fucked up, isn’t it? Your brother sucking you off makes you feel so good and excited, it’s wicked, but you can’t help wanting it and needing it. Did George ever do that to you?”
“It’s so messed up.” He responded as if he couldn’t catch his breath as he looked at her face. Her face reddened again and she stammered out the same lewd words she’d said many times before, turning him on real fucking hard. She suddenly gasped and her body arched violently against him, and it was obvious that Charlie had a finger up her ass. He knew from experience what was happening now. His ass tensed as he tried to remember George’s finger in his ass, slippery and hot, slowly widening his asshole and stabbing him hard in the point that made him cum powerfully and permanently. “Oh, George and I, we’ve been doing it for years.”
“Oh, nappy.” Charlie whined from behind her. “Always knew you two fucked each other. Bill and I always try to catch you two in the act, but you guys are so damn good at hiding.”
“Right after we catch you and Bill, big brother.” He gave a soft chuckle of triumph, and he saw Hermione’s knowing look and realized that she already knew. Charlie and Bill were still tall, skinny teenagers at the time, and many a night the two of them had spent sucking each other’s cocks and fucking their asses. He and George were too young to know what they were doing, but it still felt comfortable and then they followed their example. They still felt comfortable when they got a little older, so why stop?
“Now,” Charlie growled. Hermione got out of him and the chair. Charlie undid the spell binding his arms and Fred felt wet lips kiss him heavily. He responded to Charlie’s kiss as his brother grabbed the sides of his shirt and pulled him up from the chair. “Lie down on the floor.” Fred quickly lay down on the blanket Hermione had just laid out. He echoed the taste of Charlie and Hermione on his tongue and lay down on the floor as she sat on top of him with her legs spread. She smiled at him and sank down on his cock. Fred couldn’t help but moan as he felt her tight pussy clamp down on his cock, he heard her chuckle softly and began to move up and down, pressing hard against him each time she sat down on the bottom. Then she stopped moving, her lips pressed against his neck. She moaned and whimpered as Charlie shoved his thick cock up her ass.
Fred felt Charlie’s cock through the thin skin between them. It was so fucking tight he bit his lip and tried to calm down so he wouldn’t cum inside her too soon. Then Charlie pulled his cock out and thrust it back into her ass hard, and Hermione cried out in satisfaction. As she moved up and down on his cock, Fred arched off the ground to meet her. He lifted his head and sucked on her nipples, rotating from one breast to the other, licking and nibbling them the way she liked. Every time Charlie pulled out, he thrust in. He and his brother fucked her hard and skillfully. Her body rocked back and forth between the two of them, moaning, whimpering, and panting uncontrollably, which only made them both fuck deeper and faster.
He came first. The sensation was too intense. He could feel her nipples in his mouth while Charlie leaned over him, her body sliding over his sweaty skin, her warm, tight pussy clamping down on his cock in a way he’d never thought possible. He grunted into her neck as he shot into her. Her muscles tightened, squeezing his cock until it slipped out of her wet pussy with a plop.
He watched as Charlie pulled his cock out of her ass, pushed her off his cock, and pushed her around until he squeezed her against the living room wall. Charlie wiped his cock with the shirt she’d tossed aside and thrust hard into her cunt again.
“It’s fucking beautiful,” Charlie hissed, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her against the wall. “Feel him cum inside you, baby. I can feel the cum sticking to my cock, hot and slippery. It takes lubrication with my brother’s cum to fuck that fucking deep. He’s looking at us again, hot eyes on your tits and my ass, and his cock is soft and his body is exhausted from our fucking. That’s it, baby. Give me an orgasm and make me cum.” Hermione whimpered out Charlie’s name as she came, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. Fred watched as she shuddered from her orgasm. Charlie growled and thrust deep into her pussy once, twice, three times, his hips tightening before he groaned and shot into her. They continued as Charlie came until his brother pulled his cock out. Cum dripped from her pussy onto her thighs and some spilled on the floor. She looked tired, satisfied, fucked and so fucking beautiful.
“I love you Hermione.” Charlie cooed then kissed her tenderly. His arm pulled her in and released her lips to look at Fred. “You should go to bed, little brother. You look exhausted.” He hesitated for a moment, then grinned. “Thanks for tonight. Maybe we’ll do it again later.”
“I should be thanking you.” Fred noted hoarsely. He watched them leave the sitting room, his head resting against the floor. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he felt his body need a break. God, this was fucking awesome. He hoped “later” would happen again soon. Come to think of it, all he really wanted was a glass of hot milk.