Posted: December 2003
Title: It's a Family Affair
Author: Iamme
Type: FPHet
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from the use of these characters.
Warnings: Incest, Het sex, Mentions of M/M sex.
Beta: LadyHawksShadow/Alex
Summary: The Twins have trouble seeing Arwen as simply a sister.

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Arwen had returned to Imladris for the first time in 200 years. She had been in Lorien since she was but an elfling and now was exploring the grounds of the home she had left for Lothlorien.

Elladan and Elrohir watched their sister as she strolled the grounds of Imladris. She had grown quite beautiful during her time away and they had begun to find it hard to look on her as a sister.

They looked at each other, knowing what they both wanted and needed.

It was all too simple as a plan began to form in their minds.

They both looked at each other, nodding in agreement, their minds working as one as they spoke in unison.

"Tonight after dinner."

*****

Elrond had prepared a grand feast for his daughter’s return. He was happy to have someone returning to him. He had lost so many that every homecoming was a blessing. He smiled for the first time in what felt like ages, watching those gathered. Once again, his family was complete. This night he would not have to worry about where they were or the dangers that might steal them from him. He looked to Celebrían and blushed. "Come, Lady, let us retire. I feel that I shall rest better than I have in a long time."

Celebrían smiled; she stood before kissing each of her children goodnight. She whispered to her sons. "Watch over your sister. She has grown all too beautiful in her time away. Many would try to court her, given the chance."

"Of course, Amme. We would allow no one unworthy to lay hands on our fair sister."

Celebrían 's smile grew reassured and she headed off with her lord.

Elladan waited till his parents were gone and turned to his

sister.

"It is a shame that you did not grow up with Elrohir and me. You

missed out on all of the fun."

Arwen blushed and laughed, "I had my share of fun dear brother. There is not one guardian of the fair Golden Wood who would not have liked to turn

me over their knee."

Elrohir managed to school his features to curiosity as he thought his brother and he would have liked to turn her over something else and for a totally different reason as well.

Elladan picked up a bottle of mead and three of the goblets left on the table from dinner.

"Then perhaps you would like to join us. For I will not believe these

stories lest I hear them for myself."

Arwen stood.

"Very well, brother. I will share my terrorizing of Lorien with thee."

Elladan and Elrohir stood and with Arwen in tow, and led her out and to

their private rooms ."

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They led her in to the spacious rooms and she looked around frowning.

"My rooms are smaller."

Elladan could not help but smirk.

"Of course, there are two of us."

"I will talk to Ada in the morning. I bet he will give me more room."

Elrohir nodded as he moved in behind his sister, resting his hands on

her shoulders.

"Of course he will. But for tonight, we wish you to simply have fun. Come, we have brought a bottle of mead. It will be the perfect compliment to

a night sharing the adventures of our youth."

Elrohir led her to the divan and set her down taking his place next to her.

Elladan opened the bottle and poured three goblets of the sweet honey drink. He handed one to Arwen and then Elrohir before sliding down and sitting at Arwen’s feet and looking up at her.

"Now, tell us of these things that would make even the calmest of the Galadhirim want to turn our dear sister over their knee."

"Well, one time when King Thranduil was visiting, I put itching power

into his tunic."

Elladan and Elrohir just stared at their sister. The things she began telling were more like suicide attempts than pranks. Even they would not have put glue on Haldir's bow or even gotten close to Thranduil. They were almost sorry she was female. Yet something kept bringing their gazes back to her beauty and softness, reminding them why they were glad she was not another brother.

*****

An hour later, they were all lying on the floor in front of the fire place. The second bottle of mead they retrieved lay empty on the floor. Arwen looked at her brother with tears in her eyes as she kept laughing.

"You did that? To Grandfather?"

Elladan nodded.

"Oh yes! And I spent the rest of my visit trying to put the archives back in order. I do not think it is corrected even after this long."

"Indeed not, but it does explain why every time grandfather could not find something, he muttered a curse upon you that you would have twin elflings that acted just like you. Now I have a question for the two of you?"

"Certainly, dear sister. What would you ask of us?"

“I know it is a private matter...I have heard rumors about you, both of you. That one of the advisors caught you...well the two of you…doing things...on the river bank."

Elladan gave a slow nod.

"It is true. We love each other more than most people are able to understand."

Arwen looked back and forth between them. She bit her lip and nodded when suddenly a hand ran lightly over her stomach causing shivers to run through her.

"It is a love we would like to introduce you to,” whispered Elrohir as he nipped at her ear.

Elladan ran his hand up her thigh leaving a delicious feeling lingering in his wake. His voice was low and sensual as we spoke.

"It is why we brought you here to be honest. We want you, Arwen, the same way we desire each other. Would you like to join us?"

Arwen looked at her brothers in shock more at the feeling that was growing inside of her than at their boldness. She realized that she wanted them. She needed to be with them, to belong. They were so different from the elves she had been around in Lorien. They had been fair, and blond. She did not even fit in with her grandparents. They were offering her something special and she was not going to pass it up. This was her home, her family. She tried twice to answer and finally settled for a slight nod.

Arwen closed her eyes as her brothers pulled her down and into their arms. Suddenly hands and mouths were everywhere, exploring her completely to the point that she had given up on distinguishing one from the other.

She found it hard to think as her gown was removed and tossed aside. Moans fell from her lips as gentle yet demanding fingers begin to touched her unexplored parts. They continued drawing small whimpers from her till they grew bolder and plunged within her depths. Her body spasmed as she tried to pull away.

"Relax, we will not hurt you. You are our sister and we love you."

She opened her eyes and looked up into their eyes, eyes just like hers and she did relax, allowing them to plunge deeper into her. Every moan was swallowed by a hungry mouth and probing tongue. It all happened so fast.She had not remembered Elladan undressing and yet he was there looking down at her. His hardness was pressed against her thigh.

Arwen felt a tinge of fear as Elladan had pressed forward and she could not stop it as she cried out.

"Elladan! Please! Wait!"

Elladan looked down at the beautiful elf beneath him and softly kissed her lips.

"I will be gentle, I promise."

Arwen looked to Elrohir as he leaned in and brushed his lips across her temple.

"Trust him, trust us."

Elladan leaned in once again and ran his fingers through her hair.

"Are you ready?"

Arwen wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes settling on Elrohir. His gaze was loving and desperate. Her eyes fell closed and she laid a nip on Elladan’s ear, causing him to thrust forward with a moan of pleasure. Arwen cried, as tears ran down her face, her barrier was breached and her innocence claimed. She had known what would happen and had expected the pain, still there was not a way to prepare for a pain she had never experienced. Elladan sensed his sisters pain, yet did not stop. He moved, taking the pain and turning it into pure blinding orgasm. Their hands and mouths continued to explore her with an intensity she had never been allowed to experience till now.

Elrohir was rock hard by the time his brother came inside of his sister's sweet body. Elladan had sensed his need and laid one last sweet kiss upon her lips before he raised himself off of her. His member was still softening as he let it slip from her delicate body.

Elrohir rolled Arwen onto her side, before raising her legs and resting them over his body. Elladan watched the sweet emotion was over their faces as he slipped inside of the tightness of the sweet one’s body. He knew what Elrohir wanted as the identical blue-gray eyes had met his and he stood turning for the drawer where they kept the vial of honeysuckle oil and brought it back.

He poured a generous amount over his fingers and then had waited.

It had not taken long for Elrohir to drive her over the edge of the abyss, and when she tumbled he placed his fingers at her untried opening and gave a gentle push causing her to cry out in surprise.

Elrohir held her and mastered her with his slow dance as Elladan continued to probe her preparing her for the next phase of what they all had needed.

"That is it, love.We have given our word to protect you; we would never hurt you."

Arwen nodded and gripped Elrohir's shoulders as Elladan worked his way in, causing tears to spring to her eyes. She would have pulled away had she been able to but then something happened, she felt them touch within her causing her to gasp. Elladan and Elrohir smiled and began to thrust in time. All three found their pinnacle at the same moment, soaring to that place than only they could share with each other.

Arwen trembled from the aftershock of orgasm, the whimpers that fell from her lips the only sound she was able to make. Sweat sheened her body and yet her brothers were insatiable. They took pleasure and gave it time and time again. The bodies changed and the name she called out was sometimes Elrohir instead of Elladan. Yet the face was always the same and the pleasure almost too much to bear as they claimed her, all of her, giving her blissful satisfaction mixed with just enough pain to confuse her. One moment, she was begging them to stop and then the next to never stop.

It ended as Anor cast gray wisps of light across the room. She lay in their arms. Arms that would never feel quite the same ever again.

 

THE END