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Our Little Norrie	By : AikawaAkihiko Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47027 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER AND MAKE NO PROFIT FROM THIS STORY

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Chapter 4

Once again, Harry awoke to the feeling of being enveloped in warmth. He was only semi-conscious, and whimpered when part of that warm comfort was removed. He was instantly wake, however, when his morning erection was encased in hot wetness.

“Ohhh!,” he moaned, arching deliciously into his pillow and shoving his face into the warm neck that remained at his side.

“Good Morning, little love,” Fred whispered sleepily in his ear. His hands roamed over his body, straying now and then to tweak at his still sensitized and swollen nipples.

Harry’s bright green eyes, having sprung open at the mind exploding sensations, came to a rest of the sight of a messy head of red hair bobbing between his legs and moaned again at the sight.

“Oh, Fuck! George!” he whined.

The red head moaned in response, the vibrations zinging through Harry’s prick. His leg had been hooked over George’s shoulder and his toes curled in time to each strong suck of the engorged flesh. George swirled his tongue around the mushroomed head before letting go of it with a pop. He bent down further to tongue Harry’s full balls, stroking his perineum with his fingers and down to circle his pink pucker.

George smiled up at Harry and Fred as his inserted one of his already well-oiled fingers.

“What a sight you make, my beautiful Harry,” he practically purred and rubbed his cheek on the soft inner thigh that rested on his, “SO open for me, so sluty and debauched looking!”

“Mmmm,” Harry moaned at the delicious tingles that were building as George worked his finger in and out of him and incredibly turned on by his dirty words. Fred distracted him from the introduction of a second finger by gifting him with a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled and they drank in each other’s sighs.

God, Harry could not get enough of the way Fred toyed with his pebbled buds or ran his hands slowly down his flat stomach. George joined in, keeping his fingers working his asshole, and used his other hand to explore his thighs and hips, skipping over his rock hard erection, and spreading the beaded drops of his pre cum that had dribbled on his belly.

Fred and Harry finally broke apart to breathe when George shifted Harry. He leaned up to kiss Harry slow and soft, and hooking his other leg over his shoulders, bending the boy nearly in half, before kissing his way down to Harry’s already kiss marked neck. He sucked at Harry’s collarbone and the smaller boy writhed. The movement only became more frantic when he felt the blunt head of the older boy’s cock at his entrance.

“Fuck, George! Give it to me!” Harry screamed.

Both twins moaned loudly at the filthy words coming out of those innocent looking lips, and George surged forward. He buried his face in Harry’s neck, licking and nibbling at the salty skin and waited for Harry to adjust to the intrusion of his sturdy girth.

Harry started to wriggle underneath him and George took that as his cue to move. He started slowly, rocking his hips in a sensual rhythm. He captured each of Harry’s smaller, more delicate hands in his, entwining their fingers and pressing them to the bed on either side of Harry’s head. He gazed deeply into his little lover’s eyes, overwhelmed by the pure love that was reflected back up to him.

Where the more outgoing and playful Fred had driven him to the heights of passion last night, George seemed intent on making love to him, slow and sweet. They moved together exchanging entire love letters with their looks. As George began to get closer to the edge, spurred on by the blush of passion on Harry’s pale, delicious skin, he buried his face in his neck once more.

Fred, watching from beside them and stroking himself with a firm hand could not resist, and leaned in for another taste of their boy. Dipping his tongue into Harry’s sweet mouth, he slowly slid his hand down his stomach. George began to speed up as his orgasm built and his balls tightened. The muscles beneath Fred’s hand rippled as Harry reacted to George’s increased pace and the continued pounding on his sweet spot. Finally Fred wrapped his long fingers around Harry’s prick. Two strokes were all it took, and Harry screamed his release, spurting over Fred’s hand and his own belly.

George stilled, pushed over the edge by Harry’s squeezing inner muscles.

“Oh, Harry!” he moaned into the boy’s neck.

Fred came soon after at the sight and a few more pulls on his cock. The three of them collapsed onto each other, gasping for breath.

Harry lay languidly beneath the two older men, comforted by the caress of their sweat slick skin and sturdy weight. He still clutched at George’s hand and searched out Fred’s as well. These were his boys- no, his men, his lovers. He could not imagine ever leaving the warm embrace of their love.

His thoughts were interrupted by the distinct whooshing sound of the Floo flaring in the sitting room. Instantly Fred and George’s heads popped up and they looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Ron!” they exclaimed in hoarse whispers.

“What?” Harry whispered, frantic his cover had been blown already, not to mention how his hot-headed friend would react to seeing him in bed with his brother, let alone two of them.

“Stay here. Get dressed. I’ll distract him; take him down to the shop, and you guys can pretend like ‘Norrie’ just Flooed in after,” Fred whispered urgently, tugging on a clean robe.

Once he was gone, after one last breath taking kiss that almost had Fred climbing back in bed with him, Harry turned wide eyes to George, who helped him out of bed and pulled him into the adjoining bathroom.

“What is Ron doing here?” Harry asked, accepting the wet cloth from George and cleaning the drying cum from his belly and wincing as he did the same for his abused hole.

George wrapped his arms around his little lover, palming his pert globes and rubbing soothing fingers over the tender flesh. Harry shuddered, torn between pain and pleasure.

“He’s been helping out at the shop three days a week since the holidays started. We forgot about him,” George spoke quietly into his ear. Harry shivered at the warm whisper ghosting over his skin. Harry fought a disappointed whimper when George gave his cheeks a squeeze before releasing him to get dressed.

FWHPGW

Ron looked up, his mouth hanging open dull-wittedly, as he caught sight of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, descending the steps from his brothers’ flat into the shop. Catching himself, he slammed his mouth shut with a click and cleared his throat.

“H-hi,” he greeted with a deep throated voice he hoped had come across as husky and sensual.

“Um, hi,” the vision responded, blushing and ducking behind her long, wavy, black hair.

She truly was a vision with her skin the color of fresh milk, and hair that was as black and shiny as onyx gemstones. Her angelic pallor was made all the more prominent by the stark contrast with the black with white polka-dot dress she wore. It was sleeveless with a wide, white, sailor style, turn-down collar that came together with a black bow. Below it, two sets of two galleon-sized black buttons were lined down the bodice and the skirt flared out at the waist to hang mid-thigh, fluffed up and bouncing with a petticoat. The only spot of color she wore was the delicate blush on her smooth cheeks the Ron admired from across the room.

“Dear and esteemed younger brother, this is Eleanor,” Fred introduced.

“Norrie for short,” George quipped.

“She’s helping us out in the store.”

“So, go ahead and show her around the store.”

“We’ve got business to attend to.”

“What?!” Norrie asked, twisting her fingers in front of her cutely and giving his brothers a worried look.

“We should only be gone for an hour or two at the most, Miss Norrie,” George said, patting one of her small white hands.

After a quick bow to the lady, and a “Be good, Ickle Ronnikins!” thrown over their shoulder, the twins were gone and the two of them were alone to open the shop. Ron scowled after them, but quickly smoothed out his features into, what he had determined was his sexy face and turned his attention to the sweet looking girl.

She looked anxious and slightly bewildered. Ron hoped it wasn’t because she had to be with him, because he planned on making the best of this, and the best meant that they would be making out in the storage room by the end of the day, if not more.

FWHPGW

Fred and George marched through the front door of number four Privet Drive without knocking or notice, throwing the door open and letting it collide with the wall with a thunderous crash.

The three occupants, who had all been at the table eating breakfast, froze in their seats at the intrusion.

“Hello, hello you fine people!” Fred greeted jauntily.

“Well you got the ‘people’ part right anyway,” George mumbled none too quietly beside him.

“WHO THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” the fattest man, either if the twins had ever seen, bellowed like a deranged gorilla.

“Ah! We are here on behalf of our dear friend Harry,” George announced. He raised an eyebrow when it appeared the son seemed to remember them and their Ton-Tongue Toffies and clamped his hands over his mouth, while whining to his “mummy”. Fred raised a twin eyebrow as said “mummy”, a stick of a woman, squawked and fluttered her hands around her impotently.

“Freaks, are you? YOU WILL GET YOUR UNNATURALNESS OUT OF THIS HOUSE! I will have no more of you… you… FREAKS swarming the place just because that heathen finally did right by us and decided to get himself lost!” the fat man screeched, turning an alarming shade of purple.

The twins exchanged significant glances. So, there have been other wizards here before us, huh? They filed that piece of information away for later.

“We are just here to see if you might endeavor to assist us in procuring dear Harry’s personal effects,” Fred announced. He would have been quite proud of how his superior vocabulary seemed to have stumped the muggles, if the blank, brain-dead look on their faces was any indication, but he had a feeling that they were not very bright people anyway.

Ten minutes later, after much confused and therefore even angrier blustering from the fat man, the two red heads left the muggle house feeling dejected and empty handed. The things of Harry’s that the muggles hadn’t burned, which hadn’t been much, was taken by “that bully Dimbledits, or whatever his name was” when he had shown up yesterday. The fat boy had whined indignantly about how the “old duffer” had stolen his “shiny cape”, before his mother squawked once again about his having touched “that freaky stuff”.

That wasn’t good. Harry would be devastated that all of his things were gone, burned by those hateful muggles. And it certainly was not good that his absence had been noticed already. They had hoped he could go at least most of the summer without being missed, but it seemed not to be.

They were only slightly cheered by the deafening roars of pain and irate exclamations that sounded from the neat and uniform house they had only just parted from. The modified Patented Daydream Charms they had slipped in their tea supply would have them living within highly realistic nightmares for thirty-minutes at a time, each time they sat down for tea. The shower of an enhanced Chigger Trigger Powder, usually used to cause mild itchiness on its victim, would have the Dursleys feeling an itch down to their very bones for months to come. The Dung Bombs and the Portable Swamp they had thrown over their shoulder as they left, had been simply icing on the cake, and would leave the place veritably unlivable with the force of their combined stench.

It would have to do. For now, they had to get back to the shop and their Harry.
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