Twin Dilemma

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Chapter 10: Chocolate Sunsets Books and Leather

Chloe sat up and pulled her skirt back down her legs. She was still trembling from her mind sucking orgasm. She looked out over the beautiful pond and watched fish leap out of the water to capture bugs, illuminated by the rosy hued sunset. What a perfect ending to a perfect meal she thought. She turned and looked at her Weasley who was sprawled next to her, looking very relaxed, with his eyes closed, and his trousers around his ankles and his shirt up around his throat. She chuckled and leaned in to give him a light kiss across the freckles on the bridge of his nose. Wow she thought to herself. He certainly showed her another side of his personality tonight. One she never would have imagined he possessed. A sweet, soft, quiet, sensitive side that was in contrast to all her other encounters with him. She lay back on the blanket, running her fingers lightly through his shoulder length hair and watched as the sky continued changing palettes. She smiled remembering the beginning of this “date”.

She had apparated outside of WWW because she wasn’t sure if it was closed for the night and she had no idea if Fred (who is actually George)would be waiting for her inside or not since they hadn’t mention the exact place to meet up at. She only waited a few minutes when she heard the crack of someone apparating behind her. She turned to see her Weasley smiling and holding out a small bouquet of wild flowers. He was dressed in casual slacks and a two- tone black and turquoise retro shirt. He had obviously put some time into his appearance and she was flattered that he had made such an effort to please her. She reached out and took the bouquet smelling the lovely, subtle fragrances.

“These are wonderful. Thank you.”


George grinned and raised one eyebrow suggestively as he leaned in for a kiss on her cheek. He then whispered, “They are a clue to where I am taking you this evening.”

He extended his arm to her and said, “Shall we?”

She beamed back at him and placed her hand on his arm. “I’m game”

George patted her hand and apparated them to the shore of a lovely pond. A blanket was set out on the ground surrounded by many
wildflowers. George handed her down to a sitting position. She looked around taking in the beauty of the countryside. Across the pond she saw a deer and her fawn eating grass. Off in the distance to her right through several trees she saw a precarious structure that could be a house. She was just about to ask Weasley about it when he leaned over and pressed his lips on hers. The kiss deepened into a more passionate one and effectively distracted her from her question.

George, who had brought Chloe to the pond on the Weasley’s property, had made sure his family wasn’t going to be home. His father was away on Ministry business. Ginny was out with her friends. Fred was at the pub with the girls. And his Mum was off with her knitting circle. Who would have thought that knitting would become all the rage and the many articles of clothing his mother had made them over the years would be quite the fashion height today? Her expertise had led her to open her own knitting store and she was much sought out as a key note speaker at craft conventions. George, who loved his childhood home, felt this was the perfect spot to bring his new lady friend to.

He pulled away from Chloe’s lips and asked her if she was hungry. He was a bit taken back when she replied, “Yes!” and jumped on him, toppling him over onto the blanket and initiating her own passionate kisses. After several minutes they surfaced for air and George laughed at Chloe and said he meant hungry for food.

She eagerly nodded in anticipation. George took out his wand and mumbled a spell and a large basket appeared on the blanket with them. George pulled out two glasses and a chilled bottle of champagne. He opened it up and filled their glasses.

“To unexpected encounters!”

Chloe smiled at him and chinked her glass before swallowing the bubbly concoction.

George next pulled out a plate with slices of toasted bread, an artichoke pate, and a variety of marinated olives. He followed these with several other plates of various delicacies he had cooked up just for her.

Finally, when they had eaten their fill and Chloe had raved over all his choices, he pulled out a plate of large, luscious strawberries with a bowl of warm Belgian chocolate to dip them in. They sat in contented companionship, sipping the last of the champagne and dipping strawberries into the chocolate.

George let out a small sigh of happiness. He looked at the pretty girl beside him. The corner of his mouth twitched and he reached over and put his finger in the chocolate. He quickly turned to Chloe and drew a chocolate line down her nose. She gasped in surprise.

“Ooops!” he grinned. “I guess I’ll have to get that off you.”

He leaned in and touched his tongue to her nose, licking the smudged chocolate slowly.

Chloe growled playfully. “You’ll pay for that Weasley.”

She lunged at the chocolate and quickly painted his face, dragging it down his chin and onto his throat. Her tongue followed as she licked up her drawing. When her tongue made it down George’s throat, he moaned in pleasure. This caused Chloe to chuckle. George pushed her back onto the blanket and straddled her thighs. He reached over and got more chocolate and drew a line from Chloe’s chin down to her chest. He licked this up then unbuttoned her shirt and drew several complicated patterns on her breasts. He smirked naughtily when his tongue forced several moans from his “Kitten”.

They continued this way using chocolate to guide them in their exploration of each other’s body until they ended up in a wet, sticky half dressed pile of limbs completely sated.

The sky was darkening and George and Chloe reluctantly packed up to apparate home.

“You, sir, are one talented weasel.” Chloe surmised.

“Oooh, please don’t call me a weasel. Malfoy use to call us that. I’d prefer…” George hesitated trying to come up with another nickname, “um, George.”

Chloe shook her head laughing. “Weasley, you are a funny one.”

George’s eyes gleamed. He acted like he had forgotten something and suddenly remembered by slapping his forehead. He handed Chloe what appeared to be an after dinner mint. She innocently took it and bit into it, crying out with pleasure. “Mmmm, this is so good it makes me feel… her words stopped but her mouth movements continued and a flock of butterflies exited from her lips. Her eyes went round with surprise. Her mouth was in a perfect “O” and the stream of butterflies continued to spring from her mouth and fluttered up through the night air.

Chloe put her hand on her hip and glared at George as he collapsed onto the blanket holding his stomach and having a good laugh.
“… see why you would be called a weasel you prat… came rushing out of her mouth when the spell wore off. She sat back down with a small “Oh!” and then started to chuckle, then laugh and then snort as she gasped for breath. Weasley was one wacky dude. Sex and laughter, what’s not to like?

She poked him in the ribs when she could speak.

“Hey funny guy. Why don’t we continue this party back at my place?”

George sat up wiping his eyes. “Sure. No hard feelings?” he asked.

“None. But that doesn’t mean I won’t extract my revenge.”

He laughed and said” Now you sound like my younger sister. I am quaking.”

“Come on Mister, let’s get you home before you turn me into something I’ll regret.” She extended her hand to George and he stood up. She apperated them back to her place.


George found himself in a circular room lined with bookcases and the occasional painting. There were candles on the floor and some were floating over the bed built up on a platform in the middle of the room.

George whistled. “You could give Hermione a run for her money with all these.” He gestured towards the books. “I never would have pegged you as a bookworm.”

“Ouch. I think I might be offended. Seriously, I have always loved books. I like to read for pleasure as well as to gain knowledge. I have wizard books and Muggle books. Lots of art books, photography books, philosophy books, a science section, and I even have a comic section. But these are my special ones.” she said and walked over to a bookcase and pulled out a few books and brought them over to her bed and climbed up onto it.

George walked up the steps and sat next to her taking in the aroma the permeated her chamber. He looked over to see what her special books were. He picked one up. It was a Muggle book on nightmares. He opened it up to discover that the illustrations extended out at him. He was pleasantly surprised. He eagerly looked at all the books she had in her hands.

“These are pop up books. I have been collecting them for years.” Chloe smiled at George’s excitement. “I thought that you could invent something like this with pop up jokes, ya know, put a wizard’s spin to Muggle concept.”

George nodded as his mind started spinning out ideas. “That’s brilliant! I think with a few spells and the proper illustrations we could have a fantastic joke book. I’ll give this a good think.”

“In the meantime, I would like to share this book with you.”

It was a Pop up version of The Marquis De Sade. George’s eyes grew bigger and bigger as he turned the pages slowly. He mumbled “Oh my” several times. At one particular page he turned the book sideways and peered very closely at the page.

“Is this even physically possible?” he asked.

“Yes, whispered Chloe, \"shall we try it?”

She pulled her wand out of her pocket and changed her attire to a fetching leatherette corset and stockings. A leather collar was around her throat.

George licked his lips appreciatively.

She pointed up to the ceiling and spoke a few words. A large swing appeared attached to the ceiling. It had a hole in the seat. Next she pointed her wand at George and uttered a banishing charm followed by “Accio vestimentum”.

George found himself relieved of his clothing except for a small leather pouch concealing his personal bits. Looking down at himself he felt his face turn bright red.He looked up to see Chloe approaching him carrying a leather collar with chains attached and smiling at him wickedly.

“Uh oh. I ‘m done for.” He quivered.


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Re edited in one more attempt to get this this to work.
Thank you all for your encouragement. I think I know why there aren\'t many twin stories here. It means writing twice as much as one intended.
I am still having problems with formatting. When I edit the chapters,paragraphs are indented but in the story that\'s posted they don\'t show up.