Let it Snow

Dawn took off her hat, and shook the snow from it. “Oh, the weather outside is frightful!”

Her husband, George, grinned, and gestured toward the flames dancing in the fireplace. “But the fire is so delightful.”

She felt Fred—her other husband—come up behind her. He started to unwrap her scarf. “And since we’ve got no place to go,” he said.

“Let it snow…” said Dawn, as Fred planted a light kiss on her neck. “…let it snow…” Another kiss, on the other side of her neck. “…let it snow.”

George was in front of her now, unbuttoning her coat, and kissing her mouth. Dawn thought about how lucky she was, to have two such wonderful men in love with her, and being the centre of a Weasley sandwich. Her sister, and some of her friends had definitely been weirded out a bit when they had first learned about her unusual relationship with Fred and George, but after she had made a few comments about necrophilia, demons, and people who got furry, they’d shut up.

She had found it a little weird herself, when they’d first asked her for a date. She’d known them for a year, and had considered them both good friends. She had wondered why such good guys never really seemed to date anyone. She knew lots of girls who had tried to get dates with one or the other of them. She had known them for a long time before she found out why the girls kept getting turned down: they’d only ask one of them, and Fred and George Weasley shared everything with each other. There had been a few girls who had tried dating them serially, Fred on one night, and George on another, but the boys had never really been satisfied with that. They’d always felt that anything worth doing, was worth doing together.

The kiss at the end of their first date had been even more awkward than usual, but it had also felt very right to Dawn, once the initial feeling of weirdness had passed. As the relationship had progressed, she quickly learned that four hands were better than two, and two mouths were better than one, when making out.

Fred pulled Dawn’s coat off her shoulders, and hung it up in the front closet while George picked her up and carried her to the living room. He sat her down on the divan in front of the crackling fire. Then he knelt in front of her, and removed one of her boots, while Fred removed the other. They started to massage her feet.

“Oh, that feels heavenly,” said Dawn.

“We aim to please,” said George.

“So, how was your day?” asked Fred.

“Hectic,” said Dawn. “We had urgent requests for information coming in from three continents. It seems that three different demonic cults decided to go extra wild for the solstice this year.”

“Three apocalypses?” asked George.

“Isn’t that a little on the excessive side?” asked Fred.

“No actual apocalypses this time,” said Dawn. “Just ritual sacrifices and other assorted mayhem. How about you guys? You’re home early today.”

“We gave everyone the afternoon off,” said George. His hands started moving up Dawn’s left leg, massaging the knots out of Dawn’s calf muscles.

Fred was doing the same on the right. “No one had their minds on their work, anyway.”

“Thank god we got out of retail.”

“One Christmas was enough.”

“People are nuts.”

“This time of year.”

“R&D is where the fun is, anyway.”

They had reached her thighs. Fred’s hands went to her belt, and slowly started to undo it. George moved up onto the divan beside her, and started to pull on her sweater.

They unwrapped her slowly, like an early Christmas present. Fred opened the button at the top of her pants, while George lifted her sweater up over her head. Fred unzipped her pants, while George unbuttoned her blouse.

The fire had warmed the air in the room, but Dawn shivered as Fred and George caressed her skin. They peeled away her clothes; their hands and lips brushed reverently over her as she was revealed to them. Their clothes disappeared too, just like magic, as they undressed her.

George started at her shoulders. His lips moved in across her collar bones, and then down between her breasts. His tongue tasted her skin as he brushed his mouth across her.

Fred started with a foot. He lifted her toes to his mouth, and gently sucked them into his mouth, licking and tickling her with his tongue, before he started to move up along the arch of her foot, to her shin, and her knee.

George shifted on the divan, moving to lean back on it. He pulled Dawn with him, so she was resting her head against his chest. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly. She could feel his hard cock against her back, and she squirmed a little against it as she opened her legs for Fred.

Fred was quick to move in. His thumbs prised the lips of her sex open, and his tongue delved between them. George’s hands slid over her belly, and came up to cup her breasts.

Dawn was in ecstasy, with Fred lapping at her sex, and George’s hands holding her breasts and his fingers pinching her nipples. She moaned as Fred’s tongue delved deeper into her.

Fred pulled back a bit. “Oh, Honey! You taste so good!” He moved back in for more.

“Let me taste,” said George.

“Yes, Sweetie!” Dawn moved a hand down, between Fred’s mouth and her sex. He pulled back a bit, to let her press her fingers into her pussy, coating them with her secretions. She lifted her hand up over her head to let George lick her fingers clean.

His tongue played over her fingers. “You’re the sweetie!” He sucked her fingers into his mouth.

Fred had moved back in as soon as her fingers were clear. This time his mouth was concentrating on her clit. He slid his fingers into her pussy, and pressed them against her g-spot. That was all she needed. Dawn came with one husband between her legs, and the other still sucking on her fingers.

When she was able to think and move again, Dawn looked down and saw Fred was licking his fingers clean. He smiled up at her. “Gotta agree with George. You’re the sweetie here!”

Dawn took hold of his face, and lifted it up to hers. She kissed him, and tasted herself on his tongue. “I guess we’re all sweeties,” she told him.

Dawn could still feel George’s hard cock against her back, and she could see Fred’s. She smiled and held out a hand to him. Fred took it, and pulled her up. She gave him another quick kiss before she turned around. She kissed George deeply. She straddled his hips, and lowered herself down onto him. George groaned as his cock sank into her pussy.

Fred took hold of Dawn’s hips. She leaned forward as she moved herself on George’s cock. She felt Fred’s tongue lick over her ass, coating it with his saliva, before he brought himself up against her. “Oh, yes!” she gasped as he pushed himself into her ass.

Dawn was in heaven. George’s cock filled her cunt, while Fred’s filled her ass. They both moved in her, their motions synchronized with her own. She kissed George, and felt Fred’s mouth against the nape of her neck. Fred’s hand was holding her right breast, and George was holding her left. They both had a hand on her back. She felt herself being pressed between them.

Dawn could feel all of them tensing. Fred and George’s grips on her tightened. She heard them groan, and they convulsed together—as they always did. Their orgasms made her come—as they always did. She sagged down against George, as Fred collapsed against her.

A few minutes later they were all lying together on the rug in front of the fire. Dawn’s fingers combed through the red hair of her husbands’ heads, pressing their mouths against her breasts. She could hear the wind beating snow against the windows of their home. “Oh, the weather outside is frightful,” she softly sang.

“But the fire is so delightful,” sang Fred, as he nuzzled her left breast.

“And since we’ve nowhere to go,” sang Dawn.

George nuzzled her right breast. “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!”