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“Fred? George? Are you home?” You call out as you step out of the floo and into their flat. Everything was far too quiet for them to be home, but you had a quick look around just in case. They should’ve closed up the shop by now, but it wasn’t like they knew you were coming so early. You had wanted to surprise them and have lunch together before decorating for Christmas but maybe you should’ve let them know in advance. Instead of sitting and waiting for them or even going downstairs to see them, you peer around their flat, taking in how they had decorated it and made it their own.
Unable to help yourself you notice some new products they must have been working on and picked them up. You loved seeing their products, they were so smart. Though, anytime they tried to explain one of their inventions to you, it usually just went over your head. Still, you appreciated their enthusiasm and care. It made you proud to call them family, even if you weren’t blood-related.
The mystery products were unlike any you had seen in their shop, meaning they must not be finished as you couldn’t figure out how they worked. There was a couple that intrigued you though, as it looked like mistletoe, and you loved anything to do with Christmas. Were they trying to make a gag mistletoe or did a few fall out of the storage box? They had their Christmas décor in boxes in the living room, so it wasn’t too big of a stretch to think a few had fallen out. They might’ve also started decorating for Christmas without you, though you didn't think so as that was why they asked you to come over, knowing how much you loved decorating.
Picking the mistletoe up, you twirled it around, waiting to see if anything crazy happened. When it didn’t react, you assumed it was fine and decided to have some fun with them. Infusing the little plant with magic, you let them disappear into the apartment. Magical mistletoe had a mind of its own, always disappearing and surprising people with where it would appear. One needed to infuse mistletoe with magic for it to disappear and appear randomly, or else it acted as regular mistletoe, and one had to hang it up manually. The other difference was as soon as it was infused with magic, it would usually lock you in place until at least a peck on the cheek was shared. You thought it was the perfect prank to pull on your stepbrothers. How funny will it be when it appears randomly on them? Smiling, you begin looking through their Christmas boxes, trying to organize some of the décor while waiting for them. Unwilling to begin until they were with you, that was half the fun of decorating for Christmas anyway, being with family and friends.
“Baby sis you’re here...”
“And you started without us...”
“Naughty naughty.”
“Gred, Forge!” You squeal, forgetting about the nutcracker in your hands, and running into their arms. Trying to wrap yourself around them both, before Fred took you into his arms and spun you around, then passed you off to George to do the same.
“You’re here.” You laugh as they spin you to and fro, “Did you get the tree?”
“Who do you think we are, Y/n/n...”
“Of course we got the tree.”
“The very best one...”
“For our very best girl.”
“Yayyy!” You smile bouncing in your spot, excited to start decorating together. It was always a Christmas tradition to decorate with family, and now that they were officially a part of your family, you wanted them to join in. Sadly no one else could decorate today, the other Weasleys were busy with their own lives and partners. Even your stepfather and mum weren't able to join. Though, everyone was invited to The Burrow in the next couple of days for family Christmas activities to remedy the time apart. “Perfect, I’ll go get the rest of the decorations then.”
They smile at your excitement and start setting up the tree. Laughing and talking about future ideas while passing the time until Fred suddenly found he couldn’t move.
“Hahah real funny Forge. Undo the spell.” He called out to his twin, trying to move and wiggle about. George looked at his brother and laughed, “I didn’t do a thing, though it's brilliant, I wish I had thought of it.”
You came in to see them lightly bickering and Fred flailing about in an odd way. Your previous actions didn't come back to you until he whined about being stuck, causing you to look up and notice mistletoe above his head, visible for all to see. A giggle immediately escapes you at the sight, which draws their attention. All you can do is point your finger above their heads and soon George is joining you in laughter as Fred groans at the sight.
“How did that get there? We’ve only just managed to install the tree. We haven’t even started hanging things up yet.” Fred asked, though he quickly noticed you were giggling a little too much to be innocent. “Love, did you hang that up while we were gone?”
“Hahah yes. I wanted to prank you.” You giggle mischievously, feeling quite proud you got one over on them. Though it would’ve been funnier had all your friends been here, more than one might’ve gotten stuck at this point.
“Ooo our little bunny is pranking us. They grow up so fast, I’m so proud.” George said, delighted that you were comfortable teasing them, and had tried to play an innocent prank. Fred laughed too, finding the same joy his brother did with the situation.
“You got me good, love. We’ve taught you well. Now, come help me out.” He said patting his cheek for you to kiss and free him. You giggle and bounce over to him, pressing a resounding smack to his cheek. Taking a step back after you did so, you suddenly found you couldn’t move any further.
“I- I can’t move.” You stutter, shocked at the turn of events. Still trying to take a step and finding you could only move a couple of inches in either direction, after a certain point your body wouldn’t budge any further.
“I still can’t move either. What’s going on?” Fred asked finding himself just as stuck as he had been before the peck. The only difference was now your body was within touching distance of his own. Both of you turned to look at George as if he had all the answers. The smile wiped off his face as he realized it wasn’t a joke you two were trying to pull, you both honestly couldn’t move.
“I don’t understand. I thought magical mistletoe unfreezes as soon as you kiss someone.” You ask, being raised in a muggle household you didn’t know everything about magical items like the twins, but you had been around enough to know that much.
“It should. You both should’ve been free to move as soon as your lips touched his skin.” George said equally puzzled. Looking around he noticed a table they had to the side of their flat and instantly found the answer, though he hoped it wasn’t what he was thinking. “Bunny, did you bring the mistletoe with you?”
“Well, I brought some with me, but I didn’t hang any of it up. I saw you guys had some and used that”. You let them know, watching as their faces paled at the revelation.
Fred caught on immediately to what his twin was getting at. “Love, that wasn’t ordinary mistletoe.”
“It wasn’t?” You ask, confused. What else could it have been? It didn't look like a prank item.
“No, bunny, that was a new product we were considering for the shop.” George informed you, looking just as troubled as his brother did.
“What does it do? How do we get unstuck?” You were starting to get worried. They looked genuinely concerned about this, they never looked concerned about a prank. Were you going to grow glitter beards or something now? You had seen a lot of uncomfortable transfigurations from their pranks over the years and anything was possible with them.
“Well, it’s special mistletoe meant for couples.” Fred tried to explain what their product was meant to do.
“Oh, what does that mean?” You ask, still confused. Did that mean only couples could get stuck under the plant? That couldn’t be right though, or else you wouldn’t be stuck with Fred. Maybe they hadn’t worked out the kinks yet and it got confused and trapped any two people under it.
“Um well…” One twin trailed off, not knowing how to explain what they had done to the plant.
“We made it so people would get stuck until they did couple-like things.” The other answered, alluding to what he meant but not saying the words. Hoping you would understand his inferences.
“So that means we have to kiss on the lips to get out?” You ask, eyes going wide. It was worse than what you were thinking. You thought it would change your hair or a physical aspect like some of their other products did but you didn’t even consider that it would require a real kiss. You couldn’t kiss him like that. They were your best friends and stepbrothers, but it seemed like it might be the only way to get out.
“That’s not what –” started Fred before your lips cut him off. It was a quick thing, but it shocked his breath right out of him. George’s eyes were equally wide and shocked that you had done that. “ – we mean.”
“Bunny, it’s a little bit more complicated than that.” George continued while you tried to move again and still found you couldn’t. Fred was stuck in place too but more out of shock this time.
“Do you mean a kiss with… tongue?” You ask almost whispering the last word. You had seen couples participate in such behaviour but had never done as much with anyone. You were quite innocent in all couple interactions, never having had a boyfriend before and definitely not knowing what it involved. However, those around you always kissed with tongue and touched the curves of their partners as they did so. It always looked like those people enjoyed it a lot whenever they did. Your face felt all warm at the implication, how could you do such a thing with your stepbrother?
“No, bunny. We made this item for couples to use in a private setting. Like their bedroom.” George tried once again to explain, hoping his twin would jump in and help, but he remained frozen.
“I- I still don’t understand.” You say growing frustrated, feeling dumb and embarrassed that you genuinely didn’t understand what it would be used for. What more was there than kissing with tongue?
Fred snapped out of it at your tone, knowing you would start crying out of frustration soon. He gently reached over and rubbed soothing circles over your arm, allowing you the chance to lean into his touch. Only then did his arms wrap around you and offer you his full support and affection. “Whoever gets stuck first under the mistletoe has to cum for the decoration to finally disappear. That’s the only way to get unstuck, love.”
“Cum?” You try to clarify, never having heard that word before, even while at university. However, you did try to keep to yourself and not eavesdrop on anyone, not wishing to be rude. Your friends knew you didn’t understand and became uncomfortable with such things, so they would forgo discussing any type of relationship activities while in your presence.
The twins exchanged looks at your inquiry, knowing they were screwed. They knew of your upbringing, having been friends since you started Hogwarts, but they didn’t realize how sheltered you truly were. You genuinely were naive to all things sexual, the basics even seemed to elude you.
“He means an orgasm, bunny.” George said the proper term, hoping you would know the very basics. The way you curled up further into his brother’s arms made him question that.
“Love, have you ever touched yourself?” Fred asked, believing you had at least done that much. They knew you had never been with anyone before, but everyone pleasured themselves, right?
“Down there” George added, not wanting to confuse or frustrate you further.
You mumble something into Fred’s chest, not wanting to show your face to talk about such things. Your special cookie was not meant to be discussed in mixed company, but you knew you could always be open with the twins, and they seemed very interested in the answer. They were part of your family now and you trusted them. You just didn’t know what any of this had to do with being stuck under the mistletoe.
“What was that?” They ask, giving each other looks over your head.
Moving your face a little aways from Fred’s body but not looking at either of them, you mumble, “I- I rub it against my pillow until the funny feeling goes away. I tried not to, but it’s the only thing that helps the tingling and gives me a good feeling.” Your voice sounded like you had been caught doing something wrong and expected them to be disgusted or reprimand you.
Fred tucked your head back into his chest, running an arm down your back, instantly trying to soothe and comfort you. Neither liked it when you were upset. George even lamented that he couldn’t comfort you as well, but he didn’t want to get caught under the mistletoe. The situation was messy enough without all of you getting stuck in a situation you shouldn’t be in.
They were still tinkering with the product and hadn’t tested the multiple-person function yet. Nor had they figured out how to make it work only if everyone was in agreement. Consent was the most important factor regarding their shop's intimate collection, they didn’t want any item to be used against someone’s will. Though this item they should’ve hidden better. You were far too curious for your own good, and such an item, while you were decorating, screamed disaster in hindsight. In their defence, they believed they'd be back with the tree before you got to their flat. They might’ve also forgotten they had the unfinished product lying about as well.
“Bunny, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. It’s completely normal. Fred and I, also get those feelings and have to touch ourselves to feel better.” George soothed the only way he could, with his words. Any physical comfort would have to be given after this situation was resolved.
“Really?” Your breathing softens a little at the news.
“Of course, love. It’s part of being human. Granted some don’t have such feelings, but there is nothing abnormal or weird about having them, or not having them. You don’t have to feel bad either way.” Fred chimed in.
“You’re not lying to make me feel better? This isn’t some prank?” You ask, lifting your head to look at them. Something that caused them to smile, believing it was a sign you were feeling better.
“Love” – “Bunny.”
“We would never lie to you. Have we ever pranked you before?” They ask, speaking at the same time. A twin thing that always seemed rehearsed, yet you knew it was just part of their charm.
“No.” You answer honestly. They always tried to include you in their fun but never messed with you directly. You didn’t know why, but it made you feel special and loved.
“We would never hurt you, love.” Fred told you, quite seriously, which had to be the strangest sight in history. You had never known them to be serious a day in their lives.
“Now, I know it’s uncomfortable to talk about but it’s the only way to get you both out, ok.” George followed in just as serious a tone. Something that weirded you out more than anything they could say or do. You didn’t like their serious attitudes, it didn’t feel like them. It was like talking to strangers.
“Ok Gred, Forge. I understand, but why do you need to know about the tingles?” You ask, trying to sate your curiosity, and not burrow yourself further into Fred’s arms to escape the taboo subject. It made you feel uncomfortable to discuss but a weight was lifted off your shoulders at the knowledge that there was nothing wrong with your actions. The fact that the two people you trusted most in this life committed such acts went a long way in relieving you of your guilt.
“Well, that good feeling you mentioned is called an orgasm.” They said in a tone that sounded self-explanatory and part-informing. As if they were trying to teach you something new and remind you of something you should already know.
“Another term is cum...”
“They are usually used interchangeably...”
“When you orgasm, you are coming...”
“To get rid of the tingles, one needs to cum.”
Their words did surprise you. You had heard a couple of people say such things before but never knew what they meant, though it always left you curious when people talked about such weird words. You also never realized that you could have an orgasm if you weren’t dating anyone. The way people talked about it in hush whispers made it seem like it had something to do with more than one person. Something you never worried about as you hadn’t dated anyone before.
“So, in order to get unstuck, you have to orgasm? Should we get you a pillow and look away as you get rid of the tingles then?” You ask staring down at his pants throughout your questions, trying to get your mind back on track and not on the new things you were learning. Fred looked speechless for a moment. A weird look on someone who was always talking and laughing, and just as strange to see it on his twin, who wasn’t fairing any better. Though he did react first, answering your questions, though neither knew how to explain what needed to be done. “Remember how we said it was meant for couples.”
“We have to do it together, love. You have to help me cum – orgasm.” Fred spoke up, trying to be a little blunter since the soft approach wasn’t getting them anywhere. If anything, it was just riling them up, while you understood less with each word spoken.
“O-oh.” You say softly, feeling a little dumb that you had forgotten that they made it for couples, but a lot of embarrassing things had taken precedence in your mind, and you couldn’t be bothered to remember everything. “But we’re siblings. We can’t do those things. Plus, mum told me I wasn’t supposed to let anyone touch my cookie.”
“Cookie –” They choke out, not expecting that at all. Though they should have with everything else you have mentioned so far. Shaking themselves off, they continued to explain why this was different.
“Your mum is absolutely right...”
“You shouldn’t let just anyone touch your cunny...”
“Buuut, in this case, we are here to protect you...”
“And we would never hurt you!”
“Cunny? Is that another word for your cookie?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing as you learn more words. Each one sounded familiar, having heard whispers before, but you had never known their true meaning. You had always been taught such things were wildly inappropriate to ever discuss, and one must keep out of the affairs of others. This only left you uneducated and innocent of the real world.
“Yea, vagina is the proper term, but cunny is a little more common to use. Others will probably use it too, or some variation of that word.” George informed, still wondering how you came so far without knowing anything about sex or anything intimate at all. They had known you were a bit naïve, but they thought you had some idea, being their friend and a member of the Weasley family for so many years now. They were a rowdy bunch and often didn’t have a filter. They had honestly thought you just were too shy to comment on anything sex-related, and they respected that, never pushing you. Had you been confused this whole time, laughing along with the others, but never understanding a thing?
“Now you’ll know what everyone’s talking about next time those words are used.” Fred added, still rubbing his arms down your back, trying to provide comfort and ease the confusion. He felt guilty, knowing he was corrupting you, but it was impossible not to when faced with such ignorance and naivety. He felt worse enjoying the corruption, though he tried to rationalize that he was doing a good deed in teaching you things you needed to know to survive in this world. It didn’t erase the guilt, he wished you didn’t have to walk into this situation blind, not understanding or knowing what was required. If you had been knowledgeable, and even more experienced, you might have laughed at the situation you found yourself in. The guilt had him apologizing, “Sadly, an orgasm is the only way to get out. I’m sorry, love. We haven’t figured out the right spells to make it work properly and now we're stuck here. It's all our fault.”
“Don’t worry though, no one will be touching your cookie. Fred was the one who got stuck first and his orgasm is the one that will free you both.” George tried to soothe you from the sidelines, unable to cross the barrier. Something he was starting to despise, wishing to take you into his arms like he always did whenever you were stressed or worried.
“Oh.” You exhale, relieved that you wouldn’t have to expose yourself like that. You had always been taught that you weren’t supposed to show your cookie to others, let alone let them touch it, but you also wanted to help Fred in any way you could. It was your fault you were in this situation, no matter what they said, you had hung up the mistletoe after all. You should be the one apologizing to them for forcing this situation upon them. It had to be seriously uncomfortable to be in this predicament with your stepsister.
“Yeah, and we swear that anything that happens here today will never be mentioned again. This is just the only solution to the problem. There’s no other way to get unstuck.” Fred promised, still quite serious about everything, it made you nervous.
“Though that doesn’t mean it can’t also be a learning experience. I imagine you’ve always been curious about what couples do together when they're alone. Why so many are caught in broom closets during Hogwarts? Now you'll have the chance to find out.” George finished his brother's trail of thought.
“Ok, what do I have to do then to help you c-cum?” You ask, stuttering around the last word, unsure if you were using it correctly. Their words did help you relieve a lot of the fear you felt at the unknown, they were so reassuring that you couldn’t help but feel safe with them. You knew you could trust them completely, and being in this position would allow you a great opportunity to learn what you had never been taught before. They would protect and look out for you as you faced the unknown.
Sighing, Fred takes a small step away from you, not being able to move too far, but having some leeway under the magical plant. He shook off his robe, leaving him in just his pants. You immediately look away as he does, feeling like you're imposing and wanting to give him some resemblance of privacy. Though you keep taking little peeks at him, not wanting to be rude, but curious about what a male body looks like.
“It’s alright, love. Better get used to it now, it will be near impossible to get out of this mess if you aren’t at least looking at me.” He said trying to sound confident, though he certainly was feeling nervous. You were his stepsister, and he was about to corrupt you in unimaginable ways. It didn’t help that you were shy about it but kept trying hard to keep your eyes on him, wanting so desperately to help in any way you could.
“I’m gonna remove my pants and then we’ll need to rub my cock together, love.” Fred said, trying to be straightforward again, you seemed to respond better when he did. Looking at his twin as he had been doing all night, he received a nod of comfort and strength, everything that needed to be talked about happened with that glance. They were both there for each other but most importantly they’d do everything to support and comfort you throughout this unfortunate experience.
“Ok.” You nod along, not truly understanding the term he used, but not wanting to stay stuck any longer. You could ask more questions once you were free. They seemed more than willing to teach you, and you were finally going to understand all of the things you had heard over the years. You should’ve thought of asking them sooner, you felt comfortable around them and trusted them with all your heart, but who knew you’d learn so many things getting stuck under the mistletoe?
Fred did as he said, removing the last stitch of cloth that separated him from your eyes. There was a thick noodle that all but exploded from his pants, jumping out at you and catching you by surprise. You would’ve never guessed that was hiding under his robes or that the mysterious bulge would be so thick and big looking. It made you wonder if everyone’s bulge was really a thick noodle-like body part. Though you had seen bulges in some people’s pants, you tried not to stare at anyone below eye level to be polite and proper. That was a private area not meant to be stared at.
Fred couldn’t keep his eyes off you as he undressed, watching as you got your first glimpse at the male form. He was nervous but your reactions calmed him down, managing to feel confident and amused at your expressive face instead. Not that you ever realized you wore your emotions and thoughts on your sleeve. It was impossible to hide anything, your body language always gave you away before you even thought to hide your expression. It made your reactions all the sweeter, knowing you wouldn't be able to hide a thing.
George was looking on in envy and lust, rubbing discretely over his robes at his own bulge, not having the luxury to be naked like his twin. Though you were so busy with the task at hand, you didn’t notice where his hands were, something he was taking advantage of, needing some pressure released. You were staring at Fred’s noodle in fascination, though it was odd looking, it only made you want to explore and learn more about it. Without thought, you step closer and reach out, wanting to know what it feels like.
“Careful, love.” Fred says once you grasp him, allowing you to explore but warning you so you don’t squeeze him too hard. His length quickly filled out in your hands, something that had both twins groaning and biting their lips, hard.
“Whoa, what’s happening?” You ask, confusion lacing your tone once again. Not knowing what was going on, you were afraid you had hurt him and that his noodle was swelling in pain.
“That’s a good sign, Y/n/n. It’s normal for a penis, or cock, as Gred mentioned, to get hard or rigid. It means he is ready to be touched and eventually, an orgasm will occur.” George explained, feeling odd being on the side and trying to impart wisdom here and there. He knew he should leave you two to figure this out, granting you space might make it less awkward for you, but he couldn’t. He wanted to see what happened, to see your reactions, and how you experienced new things. Most of all, he wanted to corrupt you and watch you get corrupted, revealing an unbeknownst kink to himself.
Fred’s hand joined yours, showing you how to properly stroke his cock. Head tilting back at the feeling your smaller hand was able to evoke in him. Merlin, he could stay like this forever and die a happy wizard.
Your face was one of concentration, trying hard to get this right, and fascinated by how it all felt, never having seen a man’s noodle before. You had heard your friends talking about them but never knew the things they mentioned would look like this. It was strange to think your friends knew all these things already and had participated in similar activities with their partners. You were starting to appreciate that it had been your stepbrothers this accident had happened with, you wouldn’t have felt comfortable with anyone else. They would teach you everything you needed to know. Which was a lot apparently, you hadn’t even realized how much you were missing out on. You should’ve spoken up before and told them about your confusion, they might have taught you without being forced into a show-and-tell.
“It’s like a thick candy cane.” You mention, still having Christmas on the brain. Though really it looked more like a noodle, or a vegetable with how long and thick it was.
They smiled at you, finding the Christmas theme funny, but Fred couldn’t concentrate much on the joke. For the first time in his life, joking or pranking wasn’t his priority. His entire attention was dialled into your actions, as he tried to reach his orgasm. He wanted it to last forever but knew you shouldn’t be in this situation. It was their fault you were forced to do things you didn’t even know to do. He shouldn't push the limits further.
You had been rubbing his candy cane for a little while, but your hand was starting to cramp. Fred’s grip over yours had loosened, but it still helped guide you. You didn’t know how long it was supposed to take, but you felt something should’ve happened by now and expressed those thoughts to your most trusted stepbrothers.
“You're right, love. I think it's the situation. It's all been a bit stressful, making it hard to unload.” Fred agrees, if you had been touching him like that at any other time, he would’ve lost it in minutes, but the stress and pressure added were sadly keeping his release at bay, making it hard to relax and give in.
“Why don’t you try something else? A switch in position might help.” George mentioned, trying to help but also desperate to see your lips around a cock. He wanted to talk you through each step and teach you how to take them.
“There are other ways to make you cum?” You ask, everything so new to you. Though you felt happy to know the terminology and hoped one day you’d be able to use it properly in conversation.
“Yeah, bunny, there is. We’re gonna teach you some other ways to make Fred cum.” George tells you, smirking like the cat who caught the canary, or canary cream in this instance. Since it wasn’t him personally corrupting you, he was a little more excited about it than Fred was. The twins were rationalizing it to themselves as being good siblings who were teaching you what you needed to know to survive in this world. Anyone else could take advantage of you for your lack of knowledge. At least they had your best interest at heart. Though they knew there wasn’t much they could do to get you out of this situation either.
“Remember love, if at any moment you don’t like something, we can stop.” Fred adds. Even though you didn’t have much of a choice with you both being stuck until he came, still, if you didn’t like something, he wasn’t going to force you either. He would eventually cum from a hand job, you did not need to go further if you truly hated it.
“It's ok, I like that I’m learning new things. What is another way to help us get unstuck?” You ask, ready to do whatever you could to help. It was nice learning so many new things that would help you out if you ever dated someone. Now you wouldn’t feel like such a loser when others spoke about adult things in front of you, or be confused when people you talked to wanted to do them with you. You appreciated what the twins were doing for you, though you felt horrible that you had forced them into such a situation in the first place. If it weren’t for you, they wouldn’t be forced to personally test out their unfinished products. It’s why even though you were happy to learn, you were ready to do whatever they asked of you, it was the least you could do after everything you'd done.
“Let’s try using your mouth now. That might have better results.”
“My mouth? That’s possible?” You ask, shocked at the new information they were dropping on you.
“Yeah, bunny. It’s called a blowjob.” George said, using his wand to summon a pillow at Fred’s feet. “Here, bunny, kneel on the pillow, it’ll be more comfortable for you that way.”
“What do I do now?” You ask staring at Fred’s candy cane. It looked far thicker and bigger at this angle, far more intimidating than a moment ago. You didn’t want to stop though, you wanted to be brave. Everyone went through this at some point and you trusted the twins to guide you properly.
“Well first you must wrap your lips around him. Then you lick and suck his cock like you would a sugar quill or candy cane. Mindful of your teeth though, you don’t want to hurt Gred here.” George instructed, playing the role of professor once more. It made him feel included to be able to direct you, though he still wished he could feel your touch. Nevertheless, he was getting a lot more out of this than he thought he would.
“I have to put my lips on his noodle?!” You ask, a little scandalized at such an idea. It was one thing to help rub it, but to place your mouth there seemed outrageous. You had also heard your friends discuss blowjobs before but never imagined this was what it entailed. Did couples actually do this together? Well obviously, or the twins wouldn't've suggested it to you.
Straightening your back you look up at Fred with innocent doe eyes, ready to learn what is needed to help one of your favourite people. It was your fault after all that you were in this situation and they were forced to help you. Fred looked to be uncomfortable with his long thick candy cane all red and purple, looking like it had a pulse of its own. Though you weren’t sure if he looked that way because of the candy cane’s twitching or because you had forced him into this situation.
Fred almost lost it, and George looked like he wasn’t too far behind, never having heard such a word for his cock before. Even though they had already taught you the proper terms, you weren’t used to such vocabulary and felt uncomfortable using them. They tried their best not to react to the innocent names you used instead, as they didn’t want to hurt your feelings or make you feel dumb for your naivety. They did try and clarify things a little bit because while they thought it was cute, they were afraid of what would happen if another heard you use such innocent terms.
“Love, remember it’s called a penis or cock, even a candy cane if that makes you feel more comfortable, but noodle is a term no one really uses anymore.” If ever, he thought. What had his stepmother taught you? How could she raise you so innocently? Did she not know the dangers you could’ve been exposed to had someone besides them found out? They could’ve easily tricked you into anything and you would be none the wiser. Not that he and George were doing much better, but they at least thought of your comfort and cared for you deeply.
“Oh ok, I’ll try and use the words you taught me from now on. Candy cane, cock and cunny.” You nod to yourself, feeling slightly embarrassed again but taking this all as a learning experience. Your stepbrothers were so kind and gentle with you, never making you feel bad about your lack of knowledge. Only ever trying to help you. They were the best brothers a girl could ask for.
They groaned at the words falling from your lips, sounding better than any they had ever heard before. Fred looked down at you then, telling you to treat it like a sugar quill once again. “Lick and suck, explore to your heart's content, love. Focus more on the candy cane tip for now.”
Both Fred and George found the candy cane synonym hilarious but also started thinking about how to turn a candy cane into a new toy for their shop as well. Who wouldn’t want a toy that satisfies and tastes delicious, after all?
You stare at his candy cane, feeling better about using that word than the other, and place your hand on it again, bringing your lips close and giving it a small lick. Fred’s candy cane jumped at the touch, and a little bit of liquid came out of the small hole he had there. You look up at them both questioningly, confused as to why he began to leak fluid. Was that a bad sign, did you do something wrong?
“Nothing to worry about bunny, that’s precum, it means you’re on the right track and soon he will cum for you.” George told you, his hand rubbing himself over his robe, not that you had noticed yet, still focused completely on the candy cane in front of you. Anytime you weren't focused on it, you were looking into their eyes, never glancing downward.
Nodding in understanding you lick at it again, taking the fluid into your mouth, and smacking your lips, trying to figure out the taste. It was odd and tangy, a different texture than anything you’ve ever tried before. Deciding to wrap your mouth around the weird mushroom shape of the candy cane, you suck as he told you to. This elicits a groan from him, a sound that makes you scared, but his hand stops your head from moving away. “It's okay, love, it was a good sound, means it feels really good. No need to stop.”
You take his words at face value and keep exploring his cock, sucking as you would on a sugar quill or candy cane. It sadly didn’t have the same flavour, but it wasn’t all bad either. Your tongue comes to aid you and lick and suck at the same time, using all the techniques you used when eating the sweet treats. Enjoying the sounds he was now making, now that you knew they were good noises. Fred’s hand hadn’t left your head either, feeling like a reassuring weight, squeezing against your skin when the pressure felt too good. You liked it, it felt like a way to know you were on the right path, and the best way to test your knowledge and ability.
“That’s it, bunny, you’re doing such a good job. Look at all those lovely sounds he’s making for you. Such a good girl.” George encouraged, making you feel all warm inside and down in your cooki… cunny. Touching and tasting your stepbrother was having a weird effect on your body, making it feel all tingly down there. Though you had talked about it earlier with them, this was the feeling you sometimes got when you would rub yourself against your pillow. You slowly try to do the same to the pillow that George had conjured underneath you, wanting the tingles to go away and only knowing the one way to achieve that, but sadly you couldn’t concentrate on both Fred and the tingles.
His words made you feel happy though, and in your excitement, you try to take more of Fred. You bobbed down and took him in until the candy cane hit the back of your throat. Not expecting his cock to do that, you start coughing almost immediately. Completely surprised by the action and feeling like you were choking, you tried to dislodge him from your throat to get your breath back to normal.
Fred’s hand on your head began petting you, trying to comfort you and soothe away the discomfort. “Careful love, slow and steady wins the race.”
“Yeah bunny, I know you’re excited and want to do a good job but be gentle with yourself. You’re doing a great job already, why don’t you try using your hands for a bit too.” The other twin suggests, his hands under his robe now, touching himself to the sight you both provided him with. You notice the movement this time, but ignore it, not thinking much of the action. Believing he was just adjusting himself or that it was also needed to help get you out of the mistletoe. You trusted he knew what he was doing, and you weren’t in a place to ask too many questions anyway.
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“But I want to give him a blow job. You said that would help make him cum so we can get out of here.” You pout, thinking you had done a bad job because you began choking.
“Love, choking is a part of the process sometimes, it happens to everyone. I think Forge meant to wrap your hands around my candy cane and leave your lips around the tip. He didn’t mean you had to go back to just a handjob.” Fred soothed you, happy that you wanted to continue pleasuring him.
“Yeah, don’t worry bunny, you can continue your exploration of a blowjob, but the two things can be combined. You can suck and rub his candy cane.” George looked apologetic about your confusion. He wasn’t used to explaining every action, though he did enjoy the corrupting aspect and imparting his knowledge by teaching you, he was used to people just getting what he meant without a brief explanation and justification.
You looked surprised, never thinking to do both actions at once. It felt a little trickier, but you were eager to try. A little too excited about all the learning you were doing. No one ever spoke with you about such things and anytime you tried, most looked at you as if you were stupid for not knowing. It was why you just nodded along when anyone told an inappropriate story, you didn’t want to be mocked for not understanding what was going on.
“Now, wrap your lips once more around his candy cane tip, and bring your hand to rest on his cock. You want to combine your movements to suck him off but also twist your wrist around. Fred will help you get into a good rhythm that works for him.” George continued his explanation, feeling just as aroused as you both were. Something he didn’t expect, he hadn’t done much voyeurism before, but watching you obey every direction he gave, was doing things to him.
You nod and take his cock in your hands, opening your mouth to do as your told and begin sucking at the weirdly-shaped mushroom candy cane head. Fred’s hand came down to yours and placed it around his length, adjusting your grip to what felt best for him, while keeping his hand over yours as he started to slide up and down his own pole. Completely understanding the sensations that were raging through his twin more than ever, Fred also loved teaching you how to please them. You were so distracted by his guidance that you forgot to keep experimenting with your tongue until he placed his other hand over your shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze.
Every once in a while, his hand on your head would push you a little further, before you pulled back, getting you in a rhythm of bobbing once more. He was careful to not ram himself into your wet mouth, nor face fuck you the way he wished he could. He even made sure you didn’t go too deep on his length, not wanting you to choke and get discouraged. Though he thought the way you choked was a sight to be seen and wished he could see it again. That would have to come later though, when he and his twin could properly seduce you again. It was the ultimate test of strength to be in such a position with you and not use you like a sex toy, but Fred cared too much about you to use you like some cheap trick.
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It took some coordination to get your mouth moving in sync with your hand, but the sounds Fred kept releasing only got louder, so you were pretty sure you were doing alright. George’s words of encouragement only helped that belief. Your wide doe eyes remain on Fred, hoping to learn by his reactions. His pace stutters as he sees you on your knees, stretched out around his length, tears welling up in your eyes from the choking and slight face fucking he was doing. It was the prettiest sight he ever saw, and he knew that was it for him.
“Y/n/n, I’m gonna cum.” Fred warns, trying to push your head back so that you don’t drown, but you fight his hand and push yourself forward, sucking harder. Believing that he was going to stop the lesson again, and you were determined to keep up your actions, your hand stroking faster now. Not realizing what cuming would look like and what would happen if you kept forcing his cock down your throat.
“Bunny, I’d pull back now. Let him cum on your face. If you don’t move you’ll –” George began but got cut off by the exact warning he was trying to give. However, his own hand kept firm on his length, ready to burst alongside his twin.
Fred couldn’t hold it back any longer, everything felt far too intense and before he knew it, he was spilling down your throat, surprising you. When they talked about cumming, this was not what you thought would happen. You thought he’d shake like you did whenever you relieved the tingles and then he would be fine. You always liked extra pressure at that moment, which was why you didn’t let him pull you off, thinking something you did know could finally come in handy. Instead, you were forced pretty early on to release his cock as he kept squirting down your throat, and you couldn’t keep up. You tried to swallow everything, as you didn’t know how else to get rid of so much liquid, but a lot spilled onto your clothes in the attempt.
“Fuuuck.” Both twins moan out, George being cut off mid-sentence by his twin exploding in your mouth and releasing his own groans and swears. The sight of you choking and trying to gobble it all up was more than either could take and he followed his twin into bliss. No one said a thing as they caught their breath, only heavy panting and little slurps could be heard. You hadn’t stopped in your task throughout it all, trying to collect all the cum he was shooting out of his candy cane. Believing that’s what you were supposed to do with the fluid. They never explained what you were meant to do with his cum, you just knew you had to make him cum to stop the mistletoe’s powers.
Neither twin knew what to say once they had calmed down, and you were done with your treat. Silently, they cast a spell to have you all cleaned up, with no evidence left behind. You pouted a little at their actions but didn’t comment, looking to the two of them for guidance on what to do next.
George walks over to you and reaches his hand out, a gesture you accept, allowing him to pull you up onto wobbly legs. Soon helping you move to the couch, and out of the mistletoe’s range. His actions made you realize it all worked out, causing a huge sense of relief and accomplishment to rush through you. You had broken the spell, causing the mistletoe to disappear forever. “You did such a good job, bunny. I would’ve never thought it was your first time. You performed so well for Gred and I.”
“He’s right, love. You were brilliant, I have never been so impressed and proud to be your friend and stepbrother. Thank you for your help, I could’ve never gotten out without you.” Fred launches himself on the other side of you, so that you have both brothers surrounding you, and offering their support and comfort. The cursed item finally released you, allowing you to move freely once again. “Now that it’s over, we don’t have to mention this to anyone else, just like we promised. This will be a secret we take to the veil. But even though we set up those rules, we want you to know we are always here for you.”
“Yeah, just because no one else should know about the things we were forced to do. It does not mean you can’t come to us with anything. Any questions or concerns you have, or if you don’t understand anything, we are always here for you. Never doubt that.” Their words fill you with love and safety. You do not doubt that if you were ever confused again, they would take as long as you needed to explain and get you to understand the subject at hand. You hated that you forced them into this situation by playing with something you weren’t supposed to and that wasn’t even fully developed yet. This could’ve ended badly if anyone else had come over, but you weren’t completely upset by the situation either. You did mess up, but you learned quite a bit today, and in the future, you would have no problem asking them for help again.
“Thank you Gred and Forge. You two are the best big brothers a girl could ask for. No one takes better care of me than you do!” You say, throwing your arms around them both and bringing them as close as you can to snuggle. You were still a little confused about how it all happened, but you were glad it was only them you had been in this situation with. No one else would’ve made you feel as safe and protected. You were honestly glad for the learning opportunity, and now if you ever started dating someone, you’d know what to do. Though you didn’t know if you would ever be with someone else, seeing how intimate and how much trust is involved. More than you ever knew, and you didn’t think you’d find anyone you trusted like the twins.
Shaking your head from your thoughts, you spring back and realize the flat was only half decorated and you weren’t ready to leave the twins yet. Though you knew you should’ve felt awkward, embarrassed, and have a strong desire to run and keep your distance. The opposite felt true instead, you didn’t want to leave them, you needed to have them close by. You felt as if your bond had grown even stronger somehow.
“Should we continue to decorate?” Your tone almost a plea.
They could never say no to you and though they didn’t want to do such heavy lifting after their euphoria, they’d do anything for you. They hoped your words were a sign you still wanted to be around them. Now that they weren’t forced to stay in place, they were afraid you might be horrified at what had happened and run away. So, they were willing to do anything to guarantee you were ok and still happy to be near them.
Your shriek of joy, once they accept, has them believing you weren’t going anywhere. You barely sit for a moment longer, running off to find more decorations to hang up. They smile after you and get back to decorating themselves, managing to get a decent amount of work done around the house. The tree was finally all set up and the rest of the place was beginning to look like Santa’s workshop at the North Pole. Not that the twins were aware of Santa’s workshop, that was a muggle concept after all. You didn’t care, you felt their place needed a theme and they let you run wild with your ideas, wanting to see you happy.
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A couple of hours passed, and you were finally done decorating, just in time for dinner. Finishing up the last touches on the mantle, you quickly walk over to the table, absolutely famished from all the day's activities. Sadly, your plan doesn't work like you wanted it to as after a few steps you find yourself stuck in place. Horror and dread start to creep up your spine as you hesitantly look up and spot the cursed item strung to the ceiling, only just remembering that you had used all the special mistletoe you found. Meaning that all the other ones were still hidden around the flat, ready to attack out of nowhere, like it had just done to you. How could you have forgotten there was more? The twins were never going to let you come over at this rate.
“Fred! George!” You call out immediately. They barely wasted a moment, before they were running towards you, hearing the panic in your voice.
“What’s wrong, love?” – “What’s wrong, bunny?”
They call out at the same time, coming to a halt when they see you uselessly trying to get free from the plant's hold on you.
“I- I- I forgot I used them all.” You stutter, about to cry because of your forgetfulness and idiocy. How could you mess up so badly today? It was all your fault for touching things that didn’t belong to you, when would you learn to stop being so curious? You felt even worse knowing that you had dragged the twins into your mistakes as well.
“Oh love.” – “Oh bunny.”
They both wanted to console you, hating to see your tears. Any time they caught a glimpse they would bend over backwards trying to fix whatever had caused them, but this time, it was a tricky situation. The twins knew that they needed to be careful with how they went about helping you. The magical mistletoe was still a little faulty, one wrong move and the situation could end badly.
That didn’t stop George from being at your side in a flash, unable to stand your sad puppy dog eyes any further. Magic washed over him as soon as he was under the mistletoe, trapping him alongside you. He wouldn’t be able to leave until you came. A task he was more than ready for, wanting you now more than ever.
He had thoroughly enjoyed directing and teaching you how to please Fred, loved the power and control he had felt over your actions, that feeling of corrupting the innocent, but now, he wanted to feel that shy naïve touch he witnessed, against his own body. Even if he shouldn’t be this eager to touch you. Though one glance at his twin showed he was just as excited to switch places and be the one watching you. Fred sadly didn’t get to enjoy your reactions like he wanted, too distracted by the power of your mouth, but now he would be able to see every detail.
“Oh no, now you’ll be stuck too!” You exclaim, worried about what he’d just done, but thankful he was holding you. It was something you desperately needed. Though you felt bad about forcing them to comfort you when you did this to yourself. Not that you were aware that it was faulty magical mistletoe, but everything got complicated after you used it. You were lucky that your stepsiblings were such kind and goodhearted people, no one else would’ve treated you as well as they did. Most would’ve gotten mad at your dumb mistake and freaked out about being forced to do such things with a family member, but not them. Instead, your brothers were helping you get through your mistakes, rather than judging or rejecting you.
“It’s ok, bunny. The product is meant for couples. That means you need someone to help you get unstuck. I want to help you in any way I can. You're ours to take care of.” He told you acting almost serious for a moment and it startled you just as much as it had with Fred. Who knew your boys could take something seriously.
“We all have to work together to get you out of there, love, but don’t worry we’ll guide you through this.”
“Ok, what do we do? Do I touch George like I touched you, Fred?” You ask, hand almost instantly reaching for George’s candy cane. Said twin groaned in pleasure as you proceeded to feel him through his robes, though he was quick to stop your movements, knowing it wasn’t necessary. He also didn’t want to take further advantage of you than he already was.
“No, love. Since you were the one who got trapped this time, that means you’re the one who has to cum.” Fred explained from the sidelines, as he sat down at the dinner table to watch and help, allowing George the same time he had already received with you. Though he was slightly envious that George was going to get to touch you. He didn’t get to do much other than hold your head, afraid any other course of action would’ve scared you off and damaged your relationship. Now, he was confident nothing could break it, your bond was resilient, and he had no doubt that they would be able to teach you everything you would ever need to know, and it would only help you grow closer.
“Yeah, bunny. I’m gonna show you another way to get rid of all those tingles that don’t involve a pillow.” George said, explaining it in a way that you understood better, having learned to be clear while helping you with Fred.
You smile at him, excited to learn more about the tingles. They had been fluttering all afternoon and you didn’t get to rub them out on your pillow like you did at home. Though you had tried, the pillow hadn’t been positioned right and you couldn’t writhe on it while helping Fred. He needed your help and the tingles didn't seem like a big priority while trapped under the mistletoe. Never realizing there were other ways you could’ve satiated your needs as you helped Fred.
“Ok, Gred and Forge, I trust you.” You confirm, eager to begin, but not for the same reasons the twins were.
“Ok love, remember if at any time you feel uncomfortable or don’t like something, you tell us. It’s always important when you’re with someone else to be verbal and put a stop to anything you don’t like. No means no.” Fred told you firmly, not wanting to take away any more consent than had already been taken.
The whole thing had only gotten more dire now that they had to touch you to escape their own creation. Fred and George felt guilty enough that they had put you in this situation and even guiltier that they were enjoying it so much. They knew they should be appalled at their actions and try to find another way to end their imprisonment, instead of taking the easy way out. They weren’t strong enough to fight your appeal though, and tried to make you as comfortable and happy as they could instead.
“Ok, big brothers. I promise I will.” You smile at them, reaffirming your trust and friendship in them. Big brother was something you would teasingly call them when they were acting so caring and protective, but now that you were really stepsiblings, no other name sounded right to prove your trust. They smile back at you, even though announcing your familial bond aloud does make them feel a lot guiltier.
George tried to push all that away and take a deep breath, “I’m gonna show you a way you can touch yourself without the pillow. I don’t know if it’ll be enough to get us out right now, but I have another way to teach you with a partner if it doesn’t.” His hand slides down your side, moving from where they were resting on your back, while one arm moves around to your front.
Thankfully you wore muggle clothes instead of robes, making it easier to slip past your jeans and underneath your knickers. Even though you were watching his body closely, curious at what he was doing, you were still surprised when he touched your cooki… cunny and found a little pearl you had there that seemed to throb when the tingles came along. A gasp escaped you as he began to rub circular movements on that special mystery button. Your hand, looking for stability, leaned forward and gripped his robes tightly.
“That’s your clit, love. If you rub this, you can help the tingles and cum when you're alone in your bedroom. Sometimes it’s faster than grinding against a pillow. Though a pillow is always a good choice too.” Fred narrated for you as he witnessed your reactions to his brother’s touch. He now understood what George had been feeling while watching you two together. It was erotic being in a voyeur position and narrating what he wanted to happen. Watching the amazement in everything new you discovered; the surprise, lust, and naivety were quite the sight to see from a distance. He didn’t get the full picture before when he was stuck under the tree with you, focused on cuming and staring at you, but now he could see a lot more details he had missed, and it had him just as ravenous as if he was the one touching you.
Exchanging a glance with his twin, he knew George was gearing up to slip a finger down your slick lips and into your channel. A whine squeaks out of you alongside the intrusion. Something that has your face twisting up as you feel the strange sensation of something inside of you, even if it is just the tip of his finger.
“This is what people refer to as fingering someone. He is starting slow, but eventually, his fingers will be buried inside you, and he’ll thrust them back and forth. Trust us, this will help the tingles and is something you can even do to yourself whenever the tingles become too much.”
You keep breathing through the feeling, it wasn’t painful, it just felt strange and unfamiliar. He didn’t move his hand inside of you like Fred said would happen. Instead, George just left his finger inside of you, not moving, giving you a chance to relax and get used to the new sensation of one digit within your tight walls.
After a few minutes, George felt like he could begin moving, but he found that while you were getting wet for him, you were too tight to finger properly. If they were just teaching you about your body without any other motive or reason, he would gladly spend the time working your body up enough to accept multiple fingers, but since they were only in this position because of faulty WWW products, he withdrew from your core. His hand returned to your button instead, rubbing continuous circles and causing the tingles in your body to skyrocket.
You needed to cum to get the mistletoe to release you, this wasn’t about teaching you or drawing out every ounce of pleasure your body could give, this needed to be handled quickly, so your free will could be returned. Though they weren’t wasting the opportunity to teach you all they could at the same time.
The grip on George’s robes got tighter as you unconsciously rock into his hand, liking the pressure you were receiving, even if it wasn’t fingering as Fred explained it. However, it soon didn’t feel like enough. You felt on the precipice of an explosion, a similar feeling to the one you would get when you rub your pillows, but it was as if something was preventing you from grasping that feeling. Whining, you try to rock yourself more firmly into his touch, but nothing seems to work.
“I got you, bunny.” He said while withdrawing his hands, causing you to whine again. Immediately trying to search for his touch, not liking that he stopped so suddenly.
“It’s ok, love, Forge isn’t stopping. He’s just switching positions, he’s gonna teach you another move.” Fred encouraged you, his hand under his robe, imitating his twin’s earlier actions. Once again you do not even realize what is happening under anyone’s robes, only being able to concentrate on one thing at a time.
The twins’ words help calm you down, finally satisfied that they weren’t halting their teaching demonstrations. You were enjoying them far too much for it all to stop now and it wasn’t just because the tingles hadn’t stopped yet either. Smiling at them, you watch as George gets down on his knees, similar to how you were positioned earlier.
“I’m gonna need to take off these jeans to do what I have planned next, bunny.” George almost whispers, gently tracing a hand up your clothed calf.
You startle a bit at the news, not realizing that they would be seeing your cookie, and that thought fills you with nerves. The knowledge that you weren’t meant to be showing this to people, was a buzz in your mind, but you try to push it away as they had shown you their candy cane earlier. They trusted you with their intimate parts, and you wanted to do the same. Taking a deep breath in, you begin unbuckling your jeans and sliding them down your legs, allowing George the chance to help you step out of them while leaving you standing in your knickers.
“Words cannot describe how beautiful and delicious you look, Y/n/n.” George tells you honestly, though you did not understand such words directed to those parts. It wasn’t anything beautiful, it was just your cookie.
“There’s no need to be shy with us, love. We are here to help you get out of a problem we caused. Like we talked about, this is just a chance to learn, and it never has to be brought up again.” Fred reminded you, wanting to give as much comfort and information as possible. Not that it redeemed their actions, they both knew rubbing your clit would have them out of this predicament faster than oral would. It would be enough to have you orgasming in minutes and would be the smart and responsible thing to do. If they did that, then they wouldn’t be taking advantage of their best friend and stepsister, but they wanted to teach you everything. They liked helping you learn and discover the human body, even if they knew they shouldn’t be seeing you like this, they had already gone too far and there was no turning back now.
“Ok.” You smile, believing them. Their words fill you with a confidence you didn’t have before, any embarrassment or feeling of wrongdoing slip away. This was a situation you had all been forced into, but you had all taken it as an experience to learn and help one another out. You had learned more about bodies and intimate things between couples in these last few hours than you had in your entire life. It didn’t even seem wrong to you anymore, though you were taught that showing your cookie to anyone was bad, you knew it was ok in this situation. This was just the only way to get unstuck and teach you properly.
“Perfect, love. Now Forge is going to need to slide your knickers to the side to eat you out. Or provide cunnilingus like it is officially called.” Fred let you know, admiring your body without any reservations.
“What does that mean?” You ask, once again confused, and not understanding what that would entail by the weird names he kept using. “Eat you there?”
“Yeah, love. He’s going to lick your Christmas cookie, just like you did with my candy cane. Georgie’s gonna lick your cunny until you cum just like I did. When someone's mouth touches you there, it is called eating you out. A person’s mouth on the genitals of another is also referred to as oral. This term is more general though, and can be used interchangeably for both a blowjob and cunnilingus. Remember if you do not like it, we can just rub your clit until you cum too.”
You were slightly shocked at the news that a tongue would be touching your cookie. You didn’t know that was a thing people did. Not that you understood why people put another’s parts into their mouth either, but Fred really seemed to enjoy it when you did it to him. Maybe you would like it if it happened to you.
Nodding your consent, George moves on and slides his hands up your bare legs, stopping once he reaches the cloth covering your nether region. Bringing his head right up against the material, he licks you through it. An odd sensation that was kind of nice, though not as odd as when he took a big inhale. You didn’t understand why he would want to smell you down there, but you let him continue as he was. Trying to learn as much as you can through your observations. Maybe smelling you there helped make you cum?
He only continued for a few moments before looking up at you and pulling your knickers to the side. Once again, he does not go further, taking a moment to just stare at you. A quick glance at Fred finds him just as hypnotized by the view as his twin. Distracted by everything going on, you once again miss the obvious hand movements under Fred’s robe. Movements he hadn’t stopped since sitting on the couch.
You would normally hide at such attention being focused on you, far too reserved and shy to stare so openly, but the look of awe doesn’t make you uncomfortable, it doesn’t seem like judgment at all. Their face, though one you don’t truly understand, makes you feel confident and accepting of their looks. It has you feeling all hot and weird as your tingles come back stronger than ever.
A shiver raking up your body snaps George back into action, causing him to lean in and lick up your cookie. It tickled and felt slippery yet added to your tingles. Especially when he kept exploring you with his tongue, it only increased the sensation pooling in your stomach. You were leaking as you tended to do when the tingles started, but before today, you never knew what the liquid was, only that your pillow would become drenched in this mystery fluid at the end of the night.
George had a look that was part bliss–part concentration–part hunger. Occasionally he would dart his eyes to check your reaction but mainly his focus was on your private area. Tongue licking from your pee hole to the little button that protruded out of you, focusing extra attention on that pearl, just like he had with his fingers. The intensity was just as strong, you had no idea such pleasure could come from that small protrusion. You had thought it was a sensitive decoration before, something your cookie came with but wasn’t for use.
“Don’t be cruel, brother.” Fred added, waving his wand from where he was seated and conjuring you a chair. You smile at him, finally noticing where his hand was and that it was moving quite fast. Once again you believe it was another requirement to be free of the mistletoe. George's hands moving up your thighs and sliding your knickers down, distracts you from the sight, as does the extra pressure he adds to your legs. A pressure you quickly give in to, allowing yourself to be pushed into the chair, thankful that you were able to sit and did not have to stand on shaky legs any further. You had been close to falling over and nodded once more to Fred before George’s tongue became too much for you. Your hand wraps itself around his hair to ground yourself, pulling unconsciously. He groaned and took it as encouragement, loving the rough treatment of his hair and the obvious reaction of his actions.
“I think she needs a little more than becoming your lunch, Forge.” He tells his brother, noticing how you were enjoying it, but seemed to be needing a little extra kick. He was also being selfish and wanted to see you open up a bit more.
George didn’t respond, being the quietest he had ever been before, too preoccupied with the meal you were giving him than dirty talk. He followed his brother’s advice without a quick comeback or joke. One hand helped push your legs further apart, now that your underwear didn’t impede anything, and the other came up to your nether regions to slide his finger through your juices, lathering it up before attempting to insert it once again.
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“Girls sometimes need a little more stimulation than men do, love. So fingering and oral is quite a normal combination of moves. I think you’ll open up nicely now that you're so wet.” Fred explains to you, not wanting you to tense up again and reject his brother’s fingers. “Hopefully, your hole will have eased up and it won’t be so hard.”
You were barely listening, only hearing that it was a combination of moves they were applying this time. You just wanted the pressure to stop rising and finally explode like your tingles always did. The finger felt foreign but slid far deeper into you this time, getting past the tip and all the way to the knuckle. Surprised by how filling and odd it felt when he pulled it out and proceeded to thrust forward again. Soon George added his lips back into the equation, causing too much bliss to take over your body. Your grip automatically tightens on his hair while your nails dig into the chair upholstery, and your hips try to buck up to meet his mouth and finger, feeling on the cusp of something amazing. If you hadn't had tingles that exploded on your pillow before, you'd be afraid you were going to pee instead.
“That’s it, love. Cum for us and soak his face.” Fred groaned breathlessly. He was at his own tipping point, finding it ridiculously hot to watch his twin and stepsister do such things together. George was ready to cum untouched himself, rutting against the floor as he pleasured you, finding no one had ever tasted as good as you did. No experience would ever surpass this one to him, so much so that all he could do was moan against your cookie. Something that happened to be the last straw for you. The vibrations he sent, were felt against your clit and his fingers hit the right spot, sending you over the cliff and right into that explosion of tingles you were waiting for. It surpassed any explosion you had ever had before. It was far more intense and wet than anything you had experienced on your own. Lasting for what felt like hours.
Lost in bliss, your head in the clouds and your body singing a wonderful tune, you weren’t sure what was happening. There was a white buzzing in your ear with no other sound getting in or out as you breathed heavily. Somewhere you thought you heard George cry out followed by Fred, but you couldn’t be sure what was up or down at the moment.
“Good girl.” Two words that finally pierce your awareness.
George was rubbing up your thighs, muttering encouraging words, much as Fred was doing from his position next to you. You hadn’t been moved but the conjured chair had been converted into a couch and Fred was now snuggling against you too, rubbing your arms soothingly as his brother rubbed your legs. Both praising you and giving you positive encouragement until you return to the present.
“There you are, love.” Fred whispered, noticing your blinking eyes had lights in them again, and were not empty and dopey as they had been while you rode out your high.
“You did such a good job for us, bunny. The mistletoe disappeared once again.” George added, letting you know you accomplished what you were meant to, leaving you feeling even more giddy. You had learned so much and did a good job at it. There was nothing more you could ask for.
“Now, same rules as before. We won’t speak of this day again, but just know that we are always here to help you learn and teach you anything you need.”
“Yeah, you can always come to us, and we will help you in any way we can. Anything you ever tell us will go into the vault of secrecy. No one will ever hear from us about this special sibling secret.”
You nodded, knowing secrecy was important in such a case. You didn’t think what you had done was wrong, but you did force this situation on them, and most wouldn't understand the help your stepbrothers provided. Though you feel they responded as any big brothers would have and helped their sister out, it didn't help that their product could’ve been dangerous and they could’ve gotten in trouble. Something you’d never want for them. No, it was best to keep it between you three. The idea of a secret also helped you feel closer to them, like nothing would ever be able to separate you.
“Love, I am curious. How many of our mistletoe products did you place around the flat?” Fred asked, a calm curiosity appearing. Not seeming mad in the least that you had been touching their unfinished work.
“… All of them.” You almost mumble, staring at your lap in shame. This was why your mother always told you not to touch things that weren’t yours. Look at all the trouble you caused today because of your curiosity. Not that you regretted learning all the things you did, but still, it shouldn’t have happened.
“There were six works in progress on that table.” George reaffirmed more to himself, shocked at the implication. Fred stared at him as if realizing the same thing.
They had been trapped under two so far, which meant there was a chance that one of you would get stuck four more times. Suddenly a huge grin appeared on both of their faces, they wouldn’t have to give this up just yet. There were four more chances to keep showing you the human body and how it works for couples. Education is quite important after all, and they are nothing if not good responsible teachers. It would be unethical to leave your education as it is now.
“Well, it’s going to be a long night then.” The twins smirked, they were never going to let you go, not after this. They would teach you everything you wanted to know and more, but only for their own enjoyment. You would never get to practice any of the skills you learned today on anyone but them. They would make sure of it.
