Angelina froze under the blanket and her body shook. She blushed all the way down to her toes and Fred felt her throb around his now flaccid penis. He withdrew from her and kissed her. She wrapped her arms tightly around him. When they broke their kiss she turned to look at George.
He was frozen in the doorway. The look on his face was priceless. He looked alternately horrified and as if the Ministry declared today National Present Day.
“B-beg pardon?” George stuttered out.
“I think Angelina would like a bit more than I have to offer,” Fred said as he nuzzled her.
George walked over to the couch and crouched down by Fred and Angelina.
“Would you like to have a go?” he asked Angelina quietly.
She closed her eyes and counted to 10. She opened them. He was still there. Looking a little nervous, to tell the truth, but familiar blue eyes were riveted to hers. She nodded slightly.
She reached for her discarded wand on the floor next to them, pointed it at George and muttered “Contreceptivis!”
Fred lifted himself off his girlfriend, leaving her with the comforter. George began to disrobe, leaving on his white briefs. He slid under the comforter and lay on top of Angelina. She felt him against her stomach and lay her hands on his chest.
Fred caught his breath and looked down at his brother. George was being so gentle with her, as if she’d break, and she seemed to be shivering underneath him.
Fred quirked a corner of his mouth at them. He didn’t feel jealous. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t. He felt like he was watching himself from another angle. He saw his brothers briefs deposited on the floor and his motions of entering Angelina.
Angelina moaned. The twins weren’t really identical after all. She stretched to accommodate George and he gently felt his way in. She looked up and saw an expression much like Freds. She bit her lip and fought down a laugh.
Then he kissed her. Smothered her, more like. His lips parted on hers and his tongue swirled around her lips as well as the inside of her mouth. His hips seemed able to mimic his tongue.
It was amazing. She looked at Fred and cradled his scrotum in one of her hands. He jerked up and she smiled at him.
“Vixen,” he said in disbelief.
George slowed his pace and watched his brother slide himself in Angelinas mouth. She moaned and murmured around him.
Suddenly four hands were on her, around her, she was being invaded, completely taken over, she squirmed under George and felt Fred tighten up before he pulled himself out of her mouth and sprayed on her chest.
“Oh, God,” she said, sounding a little scared. George took this as his cue and pulled himself almost all the way out before ramming back into her. He violently began to thrust into her.
Angelina shuddered against him again and again. Her teeth clamped down on his shoulder and he growled. His teeth began to gently tear at her throat and shoulders. Fred began to gently stroke her hair. She looked up at him and he kissed her.
She felt George’s thrusting grow more sporadic. She gripped his back and felt him make a final thrust and begin to shudder.
George had no idea his body could create that type of response. He wasn’t sure where all of it was coming from, or if it was going to stop anytime soon. His orgasm seemed to go on forever. He opened his eyes and realized he was lying on her, his head resting on her shoulder, nose behind her ear.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Angelina murmured something soft and incoherent. She began stroking Georges hair absent-mindedly with her hand.
Fred pulled his clothing back on and shook Georges shoulder.
“Have to go to bed.”
“Gotta bed,” George said sleepily nuzzling Angelina.
“Move it,” she said, squirming. “I refuse to be a sticky bed.”
“Ewwww!” said George peeling himself off Angelina.
With a wave of her wand, the were clean. They untangled themselves from the blanket and redressed.
Angelina looked at the twins awkwardly. Fred broke the silence.
“It’s late, love,” he said giving Angelina a hug and squeeze. “Up to bed with you. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Angelina kissed him on the lips. She leaned over and kissed George on the cheek.
“Good night, boys,” she said as she climbed the stairs back to the girls dorms.
The Weasley twins watched her go. Fred picked up Georges shirt from the floor and threw it to him.
“I told you it was better than Quidditch,” he laughed.