A Brotherly Game [George x Fleur x Fred] - Prompt Winner (Patreon)

After Bill Weasley's death, Fleur stayed with the Weasleys, trying to build a normal life with her new family. She kept herself busy with many mundane, homely tasks, trying to forget her loneliness.

Unbeknownst to her, the mischievous twins started a mischievous game, a game she was almost reluctant to fall into.

[A/N: Harry Potter AU where Bill has died, while both the twins are still alive and thriving as bachelors.]

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The Burrow hummed with the familiar warmth of a bustling home. Pots rattled, and the scent of something sweet lingered in the air. Most of the family had to leave for their own activities, and only three people were left at home.

Fleur Delacour, now Fleur Weasley, stood in the heart of the chaos, her delicate fingers coated in flour as she attempted to decipher the intricacies of baking; a skill that seemed to elude her natural grace. She had made it her mission to master the art of baking cakes, determined to impress her family and prove her worth as a daughter-in-law to Molly.

With delicate grace, she sifted flour, cracked eggs, and whisked batter, determined to prove herself not just a skilled witch but a dutiful wife. She stood there in the kitchen in her lovely blue sundress and white apron, her hair tied up into a ponytail, exposing her delicate nape.

As Fleur meticulously measured ingredients, the mischievous energy of the Weasley twins lingered in the air. Unbeknownst to her, a playful competition brewed between the two brothers.

Fred and George Weasley, those irrepressible twins, had set their sights on a challenge both audacious and absurd; to win a kiss from their sister-in-law. With her charm and ethereal beauty, Fleur was a magnet for attention with her Veela allure, and the twins saw her as the ultimate prize in their ongoing game.

Fred sauntered into the kitchen first, in his jeans and dark green sweater. His vibrant red hair was disheveled, and mischief danced in his eyes. He flashed a lopsided grin at Fleur, his voice betraying his nerves as he stumbled over his words.

"Bonjour, Fleur," Fred greeted, his words faltering a little in the presence of her Veela beauty. "You're looking particularly radiant today. Mind if I steal a moment of your time?"

Fleur arched a delicate eyebrow, amusement twinkling in her blue eyes as she turned to face him. "Of course, Fred. What can I do for you?"

Fred took a step closer, his cheeks flushing crimson as he summoned his courage. "I couldn't help but notice you here, alone in the kitchen," he said, his words tinged with a hint of playful flirtation. "I thought perhaps you could use some company, a taste tester maybe...?"

Fleur's laughter tinkled like wind chimes in the air as she regarded Fred's clumsy attempt at suaveness. "Ah, mon ami, your offer is too kind. But I fear my baking skills may not be up to par just yet."

Undeterred, Fred pressed on. "No worries, Fleur. We can learn together. How about we start with a... um, kiss on the cheek? As a token of familial affection, you know."

Fleur couldn't help but stifle a giggle at Fred's awkward attempt at hiding his intention. Despite his stumbling words, she found his earnestness endearing, evidence of the genuine nature of the Weasley family.

With a gentle smile, she leaned forward, pressing a delicate kiss to Fred's cheek, her touch feather-light against his skin.

A moment after, her laughter tinkled like wind chimes in the summer breeze. Unbeknownst to either of them, the simple act ignited a spark within Fleur's heart, kindling a curiosity she hadn't anticipated.

It had been a long time since Bill’s death, and the touch of a man’s skin filled her with a bit of warmth. She felt her loneliness could melt, if she were a little closer to family members. She pulled Fred by the wrist and taught him how to knead the dough.

As they worked side by side, laughter and banter filling the air, Fred found himself drawn to Fleur's infectious warmth.

Moments later, the door creaked open once more, and George Weasley walked into the kitchen. His identical features mirrored Fred's, save for a mischievous glint that danced in his eyes. He wore an identical attire as his brother, although it was a slightly different shade of green.

"Bonjour, ma chère Fleur," George purred, his voice dripping with charm as he flashed her a roguish grin. He saw the broad smile on Fred’s face, the smile of a winner.

"Ah, Fred beat me to it, did he?" he remarked.

“I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of Fred stealing a kiss from you. Surely, you wouldn't deny me the same privilege?" His words, smooth as silk, carried a challenge wrapped in witt, his bravado a proof of the undeniable bond between the Weasley twins.

Fleur arched a delicate eyebrow, her lips twitching with suppressed laughter. "And what, pray tell, do you intend to do about it, Monsieur George?"

Fleur's gaze flitted between the identical faces before her. In their shared features, she found herself lost in the subtle nuances of their expressions.

With a theatrical flourish, George declared his intention to fix the situation, albeit with a mischievous twist. "I simply can’t allow Fred to claim victory unchallenged," he declared, his tone mock-serious.

"So, if you would indulge me, Fleur, may I steal a kiss? Strictly in the spirit of competition, of course…" he stepped up closer to her.

"Ah, but I have already bestowed my kiss upon Fred," Fleur teased, sounding like the Princess prized for her dueling knights. Her laughter danced like music in the air, "Surely, one kiss is enough to sate your curiosity, no?"

George's grin widened into a devilish smirk as he leaned closer, his breath mingling with hers in the intimate space between them.

"Ah, but my dear Fleur," he murmured, "How can I be certain it was a real kiss? Perhaps a second kiss, this time on the lips. It’ll settle the matter once and for all."

Fred’s eyes widened, trying to figure out what his other half was going to do.

With a playful pout, George leaned closer, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to hers. "Just a kiss, Fleur, to settle the score," he whispered, his breath a gentle caress against her skin.

Fleur was a little taken aback. But in that playfulness, she forgot to react or pull herself away.

With a playful glint in her eye, she leaned forward unknowingly, her lips hovering tantalizingly close to George's, a silent invitation hanging between them like a delicate thread.

"Very well, mon cher," she whispered, her voice a soft melody in the quiet kitchen, "But let this be our little secret, oui?"

As their lips brushed in a fleeting embrace, Fleur felt a spark ignite within her, a flicker that danced on the edge of uncertainty. George also felt it, bravely placing his hands on the sides of her waist, and pulling her into a longer kiss.

Fleur could feel that heated feeling she had lost a long time ago, something she missed dearly. A simple touch, a warm embrace, the long-lost sensation of deep yearning.

Their kiss lingered for a while, and Fred’s eyes widened even further as he watched from the side. At first, annoyance filled his mind, but after a few seconds, a tinge of jealousy started to spark.

“Hey, not fair!” Fred came forward and hugged Fleur’s belly from behind, placing his chin right on her left shoulder. “Mine was shorter.” He whispered into her ear with a feign tone of annoyance.

Fleur giggled and broke away from George’s kiss and turned to him, “You boys really are insatiable.”

“Maybe… Or maybe we just haven’t met the right woman,” Fred replied, shoving his tongue into her mouth.

Fleur was a bit shocked, but the way Fred’s hands crawled up her belly, cupping her magnificent breasts, melted her inner worry. Her hands wanted to push him away, but somehow, her fingers lost their strength.

George also didn’t care, as he stepped closer to her body, grabbing hold of her soft, plump behind, and pressed the hardening bulge under his pants towards the junction of her thighs.

George started kneading her cushiony bottom while he kissed her exposed neck. Fred explored her mouth with his tongue, slowly massaging her sensitive bosom as they sandwiched her.

She found herself ensnared in the tangled web of the twins' charm, unable to discern where Fred ended and George began. At that moment, the line between Fred and George blurred, their essence intertwined.

“Umph.. uhm…” She tried to protest, but her stubborn sounds turned into impassioned hums with fiery exhales.

“Should we?” George smirked, leaving a trace of saliva on Fleur’s shivering neck.

“We definitely should,” Fred replied as he left Fleur’s lips and started tugging on the bow of her apron.

“What… What are you boys…” Flustered, Fleur turned to the side, facing the twins equally.

“Don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone,” they answered in unison. They both took one side of Fleur’s apron and pulled it off her slender body.

Each one held one of Fleur’s arms and carried her to sit on the flour-filled, messy counter.

George and Fred pulled off their sweaters and shirts, exposing their well-defined bodies, befitting their previous positions as Beaters in their Quidditch team.

“I…I can’t… We can't! I…I don’t think you two want to do this…” Fleur tried to speak out as she pushed the two by her hands on each one of their chests. However, she felt even more flustered as she could feel their hot skin and toned muscles under her fingertips.

“Oh, we do…” George came closer and kissed her again, but this time, his tongue also came out, parting Fleur’s glossy pink lips. His hands started to get busy, opening Fleur’s buttons one by one, right down to the last button that held the one-piece sundress together.

As he exposed her bra, his hands clawed to her back, teasing her with the tips of his fingers under her bra ban, and unclasped it for her. Slowly, he took it off her slender, smooth arms.

“Ummphh…” She moaned into George’s lips as she felt one of the two had brushed their hands up her exposed calf, tickling behind her knee, and up towards her gentle, curving thigh. She couldn’t bother to think who it was since the ticklish, tantalizing feeling excited her senses.

It had been so long for her, but as a woman, no, as a normal human being, she still wanted this kind of passionate feeling. She could feel the heat build-up in her belly, igniting her core.

Fred caught hold of her powder blue panties and started to pull them down, helping her take it off. His fingers brushed against her damp petals, intentionally flicking her little, swollen nub. His thumb caressed her petals as he leaned closer and licked her exposed shoulders.

“Don’t you want to?” Fred asked as he licked.

As Fleur drowned deeper into the kiss with George, she nodded gently as she started to pant in thirst.

Without realizing it, her body was completely naked, save for the flour stains on her cheek and now her plump ass.

George pulled back from her hot mouth, leaving her completely exposed on the kitchen counter, flushed and looking at them both dreamily. Her hands instinctively covered her brazenly exposed, pink-tipped mounds, and her legs clamped shut, covering her heated core in shyness. But somehow, she wasn’t moving to get her clothes.

“Beautiful,” George commented with a mischievous grin, brushing his thumb on the flour stain on her cheek.

When George wanted to step up first while unbuckling and pulling down his trousers, Fred’s arm suddenly blocked him, “My turn. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

George simply tutted jokingly, knowing it was indeed Fred’s turn to go first.

Fred unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. He suddenly jumped up to sit beside her on the counter, hooking her neck with one hand and her waist with the other. Fleur almost yelped, but her mouth was quickly filled with his slithering tongue.

Fleur was forced to lean sideways, almost falling onto Fred’s body on the counter. However, in that instance, George held her legs, slowly helping her to lift it and turn to straddle Fred’s lap. Their movements were precise, as if they had done this a thousand times before.

Fleur’s knees were on each side of Fred’s thighs, slowly inching wider apart as he widened his legs. His movement forced her thighs to open wide, allowing his hard erection to press against her wet, pink petals. His hands were busy squeezing her bottom.

With her hands on his shoulder and nape, she leaned into him, squeezing her heated breasts onto his chest, looking for that heat she started to hunger for once again.

“Hey, don’t forget about me,” George complained. He slid both his hands between them, cupping each voluptuous mound from behind Fleur. He leaned down and kissed her nape, trailing his tongue on her smooth, pale back; making her tremble from the pecks on her skin.

As Fred held her glutinous bottom, spreading them apart, George slid his iron-hard cock between her ass cheeks, brushing it up and down with slow, gentle thrusts of his hips.

“Oh…” Fleur moaned in pleasure as she felt their body heat on her skin. Each one of her sensitive spots toyed with.

Fred's hands trailed forward, getting his chance to fondle the beautiful half-Vella’s hills; George’s hand crawled down her smooth belly, reaching her sweltering kernel of love. George flicked and toyed from above while Fred allowed his sliding cock to slide across her soaked petals from below.

George’s other hand gently pulled a handful of Fleur’s hair to make her look back at him, and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Fred lowered his head, licking Fleur’s hardened nipples, nibbling and flicking them with his tongue, paying attention to both in equal measure.

“Ohh… Umph…” Fleur whimpered in delight as her petals started to twitch, feeling the electrifying shock snap throughout her body. Her face turned crimson red; her nails almost sunk into Fred’s skin.

Teary eyes and flustered, she gasped for air, panting with each lick of George’s tongue.

“I think she’s ready,” George chuckled when he felt Fleur’s hips start to wiggle uncontrollably, clearly asking them to do more and more.

George parted Fleur’s lower lips wider with two fingers. Fred pushed her body up just a little bit, squeezing her burgeoning mounds, allowing his dick to straighten up from below, and ease his swollen head towards her gaping, soaked love hole.

“Ahhh… Fred… Noo~!” Fleur yelped melodically and mewed as she felt him enter her, stretching her inner walls to fit his sizable cock. Her body slowly came down, sitting back on his crotch as her body weight forced him to enter as deep as possible.

“Ghh… She’s tight!” Fred grunted, using both hands to press her lower back, closer onto his body.

“Oh, is she?” George smirked, grabbing a bottle of the olive oil on the shelf. “I’ll have to see for myself then.”

Fleur’s eyes widened at his words. She tried to push her hands against Fred’s chest, but she suddenly felt a cold, slimy finger caressing her puckered backdoor. She could feel George’s hands spreading what seemed to be oil on her ass, meticulously adding some to her back hole with his nimble fingers.

The ticklish and sleek feeling made her body want more. Her pussy kneaded Fred’s strained cock as if it was a hungry puppy, suckling hard.

“Ah! George! Don’t!” She squealed as George’s finger was pushed inside.

Fred bit her swollen pink nipple to distract her, causing her to wiggle wildly in his arms, her pussy spasming around his cock.

Fleur’s body tensed up, but George’s hands were gentle. He slowly inserted the tip of one finger, smearing the olive oil all over and inside. He gently inserted another finger, training her hole to accept his lengthy and girthy cock as he was no smaller than his twin.

“Ghh…” Fred grunted. “I think she likes this… Her body certainly does.”

“Ahhh… Ahhh…” Fleur's muscles knotted up, but the feeling was so good that she knew she had to relax to feel even better. She couldn’t deny that being penetrated from both sides was a first for her, but it felt even better than anything she ever felt before.

“Shhh… Don’t worry, we can go gently,” George whispered.

“Unless you like it rough,” Fred let go of her nipple from his teeth and kissed her neck.

George gently pushed the head of his straining erection towards Fleur’s puckered hole, slowly pushing until her hole widened.

“Ahhhh!” Fleur finally let out a loud cry of pleasure as both her holes were filled entirely. She couldn’t move her body as her muscles tensed up thoroughly, sitting right between the two.

“Fuck… even tighter now!” The twins grunted at the same time.

Fred held her hips and forced her to move up and down on their cocks, riding the pleasure of both lengths in her. George pinched both her nipples from behind, tugging and pulling at them while he kneaded harshly.

Fleur couldn’t say anything. All that came out of her were loud cries of bliss. Her insides felt tight as both dicks moved in and out of her, caressing the thin flesh in between. The bumps and grooves collided, pinching her soaked walls with titillating pain and pleasure. It felt as if every hair on her body stood on end.

Fred thrust up, plowing her pussy with his brutal male heat. He pulled more and more of her juices out with his scraping crown, letting it roll and drip to their thighs. His hands busy exploring every inch of her curves, spreading her ass for his brother’s needs.

George’s cock slid in and out of her ass as his olive oil-covered hands slickly smeared more on her breasts. He pinched her nipple forward, letting them slip and snap back as her bosom jiggled with every jolt. Sometimes, he would knead them entirely in his palm, letting her hard nipples poke out between his fingers for his brother’s bites.

Unable to hold on anymore Fleur fell forward, pushing Fred to lay on the counter as his calves dangled down. She leaned on Fred’s body, her ass still up in the air for George.

George moved with long slow thrusts that pushed Fleur onto Fred’s cock even more, and Fred matched his rhythm, thrusting his hips into Fleur every time George pulled back.

She rocked between them, her body quivering under Fred’s hands on her ass and George’s pinches on her breasts. Her hips wildly wiggling around their cocks. She whispered their names in purrs and quivers, losing her mind to the heavenly pleasure that filled her holes.

“Ahhh… God... Fuck… Yess!” Fleur lost control of her senses, recklessly losing herself between them. Her body tensed up, her muscles clenching hard on their straining cocks.

The twins grunted as they felt the sudden hard pressure of pleasure.

George felt like he was about to burst, ecstasy building low in his belly, curling up his spine as his body strained toward release. He dove his hand between their bodies, wanting to see her fall apart, wanting to see her come before they did.

She shuddered hard against Fred’s chest the moment George caught her clitoris, her body tightening around George’s cock. She came with such intensity that her body practically squeezed the two cocks in her, drenching them with her hot nectar.

George groaned, thrusting into her with a hard slap of his pelvis to her ass, his face buried in the curve of her neck as he shivered there, trying to stay deep inside her, spilling his sticky cream into her body.

Fred went over the edge, holding his hips up with some strain, impaling deep into her. His vision flashed white as he flooded Fleur with his white seeds in her pussy.

All three of them panted heavily, exhausted from how much they came.

George stuck his forehead on Fleur’s back while Fleur lay there, collapsed on Fred’s chest.

“I… I…I need to go… take a shower….” Fleur mumbled, flustered and finally feeling the shame creep up in her mind as both their juices dripped out of her when their cocks slipped out.

“Tch… haha…” Fred snorted and burst into a hearty laugh. He was still lying on the counter, allowing all the flour and butter to stain his hair.

"Hey." George chuckled and wrapped his arms loosely around Fleur’s shoulders as she was slightly bewildered. He replied, "We weren't done yet. Unless they do it differently where you come from."

Fleur stuttered, not knowing what to say, but the way she licked and bit her own lip revealed her true desires.

With a shared glance and a knowing smile, Fred and George extended their hands to Fleur, their eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. And as they continued their sweaty and mischievous activity, they tried new positions and different ways to pleasure one another.

The three pledged to keep their naughty play time a secret, to be shared amongst them alone.

Some secrets were meant to be kept, whispered only in the hallowed halls of their shared giggles and shared risky moments.