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For research Hermione told herself, wondering again how she had let herself be talked into this situation. Why could she never say no to them?
Of course she could back out. But she didn’t want to disappoint Fred and George. Not when they had asked everyone they bloody knew and been turned down. They really couldn’t research this without a woman.
So here she was, in the twins’ flat — they had agreed to that concession rather than the back room of the shop — getting ready to get herself off in front of the two men she had been crushing on for years.
Fred cleared his throat awkwardly, handing her a sack from a muggle adult store with his cheeks flaming red. “These are the things we would like you to try.”
It was a heavy bag, much heavier than she had expected. She glanced inside and felt herself flush all over. She had thought they meant one or two items. This was… she didn’t even know. Hermione decided there was no point pulling things out one at a time, so she dumped the bag upside down on the bed, causing the twins to jump.
“Blimey, Hermione,” George swore. “That’s a lot out at once.”
“It is a lot,” she said accusingly. “You didn’t make it sound like we would be testing this many things.”
“They do different things,” George explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “We just wanted to be sure we had a variety so we could get an idea of what works best.”
Hermione’s voice slid into lecture mode as she said, “The first thing you should know about women and sex toys is that different women react to different things. They—”
“So that’s why they have so many different options?” Fred asked, looking curious as he picked up one of the dildos and turned it over and around in his hands. Hermione tried not to feel turned on by his hands on a sex toy that would soon be inside her.
“It is,” she agreed.
“So we might need all these different products?” George wanted to know.
“Perhaps. Or, with magic, you can probably make one that does all the different things and then some.”
“You think so?” Fred asked.
“Probably. The two of you are brilliant, after all,” she said. Hermione wasn’t looking at them as she said it, so she didn’t see the way the two of them preened at her words. Inspecting the pile, she began sorting. “Some of these I’ve never used,” she admitted. “And some of them are for couples.”
“Sorry. We should have sorted the bag before we gave it to you,” George apologized. He looked nervous when he asked, “Are you unwilling to use the ones you haven’t tried before?”
Deciding it was best to speak plainly, Hermione explained, “I’ve never done anything with my arse before so I don’t think I’m up for the plugs.”
“Is that what those are?” Fred asked, pointing. “I thought the pictures were cute with the tail coming out from under the girl’s skirt, but I couldn’t figure out how it would stay in.”
Not willing to explain the mechanics of an anal plug to him, she just shrugged and said, “I’m happy to help with all the different dildos, lubes, oils, lotions, and creams. I think the paddles and handcuffs you can manage to understand without my help. And the cock rings, well, that’s more for you two to test than me.” Hermione was proud of herself for holding a professional tone through the whole thing.
It was when they both looked at her and Fred asked, “Do you want to keep your shirt on while we do this?” that the whole thing really became real.
Hermione took a deep breath. This was for research, and they needed to see how the female body would react. They weren’t really looking at her for her. “Yes, I think I’ll keep my shirt on,” she said. Before she could get any more nervous about it, she opened her trousers and slid them down her legs, her knickers following. Fred and George turned around while she was doing it.
“Why are you turning around like that?” she asked, confused.
“We just wanted you to have some privacy,” Fred started.
“Because the research hasn’t started yet,” George finished.
Despite herself, Hermione laughed. “Thank you, boys. I mean it. It just seems funny when you’re going to see, well, every part of me soon enough. Go ahead and turn around. You need to tell me what you want me to use first.”
Slowly, the twins turned around, though their eyes were glued to each other’s and they seemed to be speaking in that odd, silent way they did. Looking strictly at the bed and the products there, Fred stepped forward. “You’ll need some lube. Let’s just try this plain kind first.”
She did not actually need lube, but if they hadn’t noticed, Hermione certainly wasn’t going to point out that she was practically dripping already.
“And maybe we should start with a simple dildo first, that doesn’t do anything? I don’t really understand how women use them,” Fred continued.
Hermione did not fancy fucking herself in front of them just yet, but she wasn’t sure which other thing she should suggest, so she just agreed. This would surely get easier after this. Holding her hand out for the bottle of lube, she almost laughed again, finding that the twins each had a squirt of it in their hands, playing with it.
“I can see how this helps,” George noted.
“The consistency is similar to a real woman’s, but more slick. We could do that easily enough,” Fred said.
“We could, but so can the lubrication spell. I think the fancier kinds will be more worthwhile for our products. This one’s for Hermione’s comfort,” George disagreed, then smiled at her, being careful to keep his eyes on her face.
With a huff, Hermione took the bottle and squirted some on her hand. So that they wouldn’t realize how wet she already was, she made a show of rubbing it on herself as she got in position on the bed.
Fred handed her the dildo and arranged a couple of pillows behind her, being careful not to look between her open legs yet. George was just as conscientious, carefully making a list of the items laid out on the bed instead of looking at the end where she was. With a sigh, Hermione eyed the dildo — average-sized, with veins and a mushroom head to make it look a little more realistic. It was made of silicone, she thought.
Honestly, Hermione would have preferred to start with some kind of clitoral stimulation, and maybe she should have suggested that. But at this moment, she was willing to do anything to relieve some of the pressure she was feeling just being this close to the twins and exposed.
Pressing the tip of the dildo at her entrance, Hermione used one hand to open her lips and the other to push the dildo slowly into herself. It was not particularly enticing, but then she looked up and saw both Fred and George watching her avidly.
George had to clear his throat before asking, “Does that really um… get you going?”
“Honestly, no,” Hermione answered, feeling less shy now that they were asking research questions. “This kind of toy requires a lot of manual labor to have much effect and, while useful if you’re feeling the need to be filled, by itself, it’s not very stimulating.”
“Do the veins and tip matter?” Fred asked curiously. His cheeks were red as he watched, but he was doing his best to act professionally.
“They have an interesting texture. Some people might find additional stimulation from them,” she told him, trying to remember that absolute honesty was key here. “Can we switch to something better now?”
“Maybe you should pick this time,” George suggested. His cheeks were flaming, too, and he was keeping his eyes mostly on the clipboard where he was taking notes.
Hermione looked through the items before her and picked up something simple but more useful in her opinion. “This is a simple bullet,” she began.
“It looks too small to be worth much,” Fred observed.
“Well, it’s often used more for clitoral stimulation than internal. Most women orgasm more from clitoral stimulation than—”
“We know that,” George assured her.
Raising an eyebrow at him, she boldly asked, “You’re sure both of you do?”
The twins looked at each other for a moment before George grinned and winked, “Course I am. We pursue our witches together.”
Blinking in shock, Hermione could only think how utterly unnecessary lube was. All her fantasies of the two of them — something she thought could never be more than a fantasy — came crashing in on her consciousness.
“It’s not that uncommon for magical twins,” Fred said, sounding worried for some reason.
“That’s,” she searched for words but they weren’t coming to her. “That’s brilliant!” she finally managed to say.
“It is?” Fred asked.
“It is,” Hermione agreed. “I can’t imagine the two of you separated.”
With a roguish grin, George asked, “Imagine us often?”
Now it was Hermione’s turn to blush harder, suddenly remembering that she was standing there in nothing but a shirt, handling a vibrator she was about to use in front of them. Well, what did she have to lose? “Maybe I do,” she said. “Did you want me to try this?”
The twins’ mouths were hanging open as they stared at her, so she took that as a yes. Leaning back into the pillows, she hiked her shirt up a little so they could see better, flicked the bullet on and brought it to her clit.
It usually took her a while to get into the vibrations, but in this situation, the effect was instantaneous even on its lowest setting. Her nipples pebbled and she whimpered, trying not to moan.
“Does it hurt?” Fred asked, looking concerned.
“No,” she managed. “It feels good, better than usual.”
It was George who asked, “Is that because you’re more turned on than usual?” He was creeping closer.
Peeking at him from below her lashes, Hermione softly answered, “Yes.”
“And why is that?” Fred asked, his voice lower than usual.
“I’m not usually being watched by two people I’ve had fantasies about,” Hermione responded. This felt like it was going somewhere she hadn’t expected and she was more than ready for it.
Both men were now closer than they had been before. “What if we did more than watch?” George asked, sounding breathless with anticipation.
“It might help with our understanding of the product,” Fred suggested, sitting down on the bed beside her.
George moved so that he was on the other side. “Tell me what this bullet thing makes you feel.”
“It… ahhh…” Hermione was having a hard time talking when she was fighting back her moans.
“It vibrates,” Fred prompted. “Does it only do that?”
“It has different settings to vibrate harder,” she explained.
“And the lowest setting is affecting you this much?” George asked.
“With you here watching me, yes,” Hermione agreed.
“So it wouldn’t normally make you this turned on?” Fred clarified.
“No, I would normally need it on the highest setting before I felt like this.”
“And how exactly do you feel?” George asked.
“Like I could… could…” Hermione lost her fight not to moan. “Like I could come just from this,” she finished.
“I think we should turn it up a notch then, don’t you?” Fred asked. “For research purposes, of course.”
“O-okay,” Hermione managed, knowing that as soon as they did that, she was going to fall over the edge.
George scooted closer. “Could I hold it there for you? So I can see where it most affects you.”
She was trembling when she answered in a whisper, “Yes, Please.”
Wasting no time, George put his hand over hers, holding the bullet in place. His long fingers curled around, brushing her wet, heated skin and Hermione moaned again.
“How do I turn up the vibrations?” he asked.
“There’s a button at the bott—” Her words cut off as the vibrations intensified and she moaned for them.
Fred was leaning over her now, looking at what George was doing now that Hermione was pulling her hand away and giving him full control. She couldn’t help the way her hips were bucking forward, making it hard for George to hold the vibrator in place with how slippery she was.
Hermione thanked Merlin for that or she would be screaming out her orgasm already. As it was, when the bullet was touching her clit, she was coming closer and closer to the edge, then she would move and the bullet would slide to the side, still feeling good, but keeping her from the orgasm she was so close to.
“Please,” she started begging. “Please, George. I’m so close.”
To her surprise, the vibrations suddenly intensified again and she screamed her release as an orgasm rolled over her. This is the point where she would have dropped the buzzing vibrator, but George didn’t, pressing it closer to her clit so that it didn’t slip as much as she writhed from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Please, that’s enough,” she now begged, crying out the words as she started to hyperventilate from the intensity of her orgasm.
As George finally pulled the bullet away, Hermione could just barely make out the twins both with hungry, awed looks on their faces before Fred turned his attention from her pulsing pussy to her face. Coming ever closer, he was an inch from her mouth before he asked, “Hermione, may I kiss you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, desperate for the contact. After an orgasm so intense, she wanted to touch them, both of them. She could see the tent in Fred’s trousers and imagined there was one in George’s, too, though she couldn’t see him from here.
Her lips were gently captured by Fred as George asked, “May I touch you?” She hummed her assent against Fred’s lips.
Only a moment passed before she felt George’s fingers petting her pussy lips. His touch was firm and she could feel her body still fluttering with aftershocks as he touched her, but she was distracted by Fred and his kiss.
His tongue demanded entry to her mouth and Hermione willingly gave it. As Fred began to explore her mouth, George’s deft fingers were exploring her below, one finger dipping inside her pussy and curling to touch the spot that could drive her to orgasm faster than ever. She was impressed he found it so quickly.
Fred framed her face with his hands, drawing her ever closer to himself. Hermione ran one hand into the hair at the back of his neck, which made Fred make a sound low in his throat. With her other hand, she wandered down his body.
“I’m starting to feel left out,” George commented when her hand reached Fred’s cock, stroking him through his trousers. She glanced up, staring down her body to where his face was hovering over her, his finger pushing in and out. He began to work a second one in as he said, “You smell like a treat. May I taste you?”
Hermione gasped, “Yes please,” as he curled his fingers up to the spot again, brushing along it and making her pant.
With his fingers still playing with her inside, George licked up her slit and sucked at her swollen clit. Hermione came up off the bed, her breasts pressing into Fred who took that opportunity to unhook her bra — at some point his hands had made their way under her shirt, she had no idea when.
She was aware enough to know that her shirt and bra were coming off now and she pulled her mouth away from Fred’s to pout. “It’s not very fair for me to be naked when you’re both fully dressed.
“We need you undressed for research purposes,” Fred said, his tone all business, but he was snickering by the end.
“What research is that?” Hermione asked, feeling more free with them now that they were undressing and fingering her.
“We need to know how many times you can come in one day,” George answered easily.
“And how flushed your breasts get when you come,” Fred added as he rubbed over her nipples.
“And if they match your cheeks,” said George, “when you come for us.”
“I don’t see how that’s important for your products,” she argued, breathless. George’s fingers were pumping into her now and Fred’s cock was straining against her hand.
Fred leaned in and kissed her hard before saying, “We could always try the nipple clamps if you need a product involved.”
Hermione yelled when he pinched her tender nipples, but she knew it caused a gush of fluid around George’s fingers. The coil tightening once again in her belly was getting more noticeable and she knew another orgasm was imminent.
When George leaned down, twirled his tongue around and over her clit while rubbing her inside just right, she exploded, coming utterly undone for them. This time, he let her calm down for a few seconds before starting again.
“George,” she gasped, “Too much!” while she fumbled helplessly with Fred’s trouser button. He helped her after a moment, pushing them and his pants down so that his cock sprung free.
“That’s hardly fair,” George complained. “I do most of the work and then you get your cock out first.”
“You have hands,” Fred told him with a grin. “Get yourself out.”
But Hermione had already pulled away from Fred, leaning over with an impressive show of her flexibility to reach for George. He moved up to her side so that she could unfasten his trousers as he kissed her senseless. Content to let them have their moment, Fred just stroked himself and watched.
“Hermione,” George began, “Could you try out one of the flavored lubes on me?”
She grinned at him, then glanced over at Fred. “Only if Fred will use the vibrating cock ring at the same time.”
“So it stops me from coming and stimulates me at the same time?” Fred asked.
“It stops you from coming as soon and stimulates me at the same time,” Hermione corrected. “Both of us, really.”
“But that’s only true if… Merlin, are you sure?” Fred questioned.
“I’m very sure.”
Fred and George silently communicated for a moment before both nodding. “If you’re certain,” George said, “Then here’s the lube.”
Hermione looked at it. The stuff was supposed to taste like strawberries, her favorite. As she began to spread it on George’s rock hard cock, Fred was fighting the cock ring around his already huge cock. Laughing at his efforts, Hermione explained that they were easier to put on before you were so turned on.
“Well I didn’t know I would be using it then, did I? Besides, I would have had to put it on sometime yesterday.” As she watched, he used magic to widen it slightly while he slid it on, then shrunk it back enough to be a snug fit.
“Why?” Hermione asked, confused.
“Because he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you agreed to help us,” George helpfully explained. “Neither of us have.”
She blushed, but she couldn’t help the smile across her face either. “I’ve been thinking about the two of you — the three of us together — for a lot longer than that,” she admitted.
“Oh yeah?” Fred asked.
“Definitely. But I never thought anything could come of it.”
“Lots will come of it — and from it — I promise you that,” George swore. He stepped off the bed, his cock at a perfect height for her to take it while she lay there waiting on Fred to get in position. “Are you ready to try it?”
In answer, she reached out with her tongue and licked his tip. It was an odd mixture of strawberry with the naturally salty flavor of his pre-cum. She wanted more. As she worked him into her mouth, it became more strawberry-flavored, delicious even though there was a bit of a fake aftertaste to it.
Just as Fred was lining up his tip with her, she took her lips from George’s cock to tell him about the taste. “Merlin, woman, I don’t really care about the lube. Magic will make a better taste.”
Hermione laughed and brought him back into her mouth just as Fred pushed in for the first time. Pausing, he pressed the button that turned on the vibrator. She gasped and moaned, her hips thrusting up to meet his cock, rubbing her clit against the vibrator.
After a few moments of maneuvering, it was in the perfect spot. She was almost scared of how powerfully she was going to come for them this time. The feel of Fred filling her while she sucked at George’s cock was a literal dream come true.
Fred pumped into her, commenting as he did. “This is going to stop me from blowing my load the second you come.”
“That’s good,” George said. “She’s almost there already, aren’t you?”
She could only bob her head since her mouth was full of cock, but they got the message. Fred pressed down on the vibrator so that she was getting even more contact with it and she screamed around George’s cock as she came. He buried himself to the hilt as she did and it kept her going far longer than normal.
“Merlin, you should feel how tight she is. It’s like she’s trying to milk me,” Fred told his twin.
“I’ll have to feel it next time. Right now I’m enjoying this heavenly mouth,” he praised. Without the benefit of a cock ring, Hermione could tell he wasn’t going to last long. She could feel his body gathering itself to release, so she sucked all the harder.
When George came, he almost collapsed next to the bed before pulling himself on to lay next to her as Fred continued to ride her, bumping up the power on the vibrator. Hermione came again with no additional stimulation, almost a continuation of the previous one. Fred growled and groaned at the way she clamped around him, but didn’t come.
Moving behind her, taking the place of the pillows, George began kissing her neck gently as Fred continued to plow into her, rocking her world as she enjoyed the feel of both their bodies against her. She had almost had too much when Fred set the vibrator on its highest setting and she saw white as another orgasm hit her.
This time, however, even the cock ring couldn’t stop Fred’s release. He collapsed on top of her as he came and came. “Merlin, that was amazing,” he managed when he could breathe again.
He pulled out, scourgifying the mess. Hermione felt like she was floating, like she would never come down from this high, especially when Fred claimed her mouth again even as George continued his attention to her neck and upper back.
Then, George said, “I think we should try the next one.”
“The next what?” Hermione asked, completely befuddled.
“The next toy,” Fred said with a grin.
“But—”
“Come on, love, it’s for research,” Fred coaxed.
Hermione found herself laughing as she agreed, “As long as we can keep researching after today.”
“As long as you’re willing,” George told her seriously. “We don’t want anyone else.”
“Good,” she said. “I want to be the only one.”
“For research or for more?” Fred asked for clarification.
“Both,” Hermione told them.