Twin Dilemma

Sorry my faithful Readers about the length of time between updates.
Much too much U-KNOW-DOO-DOO or life getting in the way of creativity. Bills to pay, lawns to mow, kitty litter to empty, radical leftist comedy groups to join, certain books to read and reread, taxes due, cookies to bake, meaning of life to ponder..but now I am through all that and I am working on the next chapter. After 3 more passes of spell check and read throughs I will post it later this week. I hope to reedit the whole piece updating spelling errors and misplaced punctuation - a painful process.
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Eyes go blank, voice in head repeats \"you will finish your next chapter\", \"you will finish your next chapter\".....
Imperius Girl

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Chapter 11: The Morning After Potion

There was a groan from the foot of her bed. She slowly sat up, twisting her body and stretching out the kinks she incurred last night. A second groan came from the lump of covers by her feet. She crawled down to the end of her bed. There was a spot of bright red hair poking out from under the duvet. She peeled the covers back slowly exposing the naked flesh of her Weasley. He was lying on his belly with his hands still tied to the footboard of the bed with a silk scarf. There were several red lines scoring his backside. His buttocks were almost the same intense red as his hair. He was drooling out of the corner of his mouth. He groaned a third time in his sleep and the corners of his mouth turned up. His buttocks flinched as though trying to avoid some dream blow. She smiled to herself. Weasley has certainly liked being dominated last night. And he had never seriously asked her to stop.

Hmmm, he’s going to be feeling that today she thought. She then leaned down to him and kissed him softly in the small of his back trailing light kisses up his spine until they reached his neck. He groaned happily until finally his eyes fluttered open and he moved to kiss her back. She ducked away from the drool and reached for her wand and sent the unbound charm his way.

He mumbled his thanks and managed to sit up. He rubbed his wrists a bit then and reached for her. She, too, was garment- free so he reached out and touched her perky nipples.

“Ooooh! Your hands are cold!” she squealed. “Come on sleepyhead, lets go take a nice bath and warm up.”

George smiled in anticipation. He gingerly swung his legs over the side of the bed and winced when he scooted to the edge on his very sore backside. Just then a clock on the wall chimed and George winced again when he saw how late it was.

“Oh no, I’m going to have to take a postponement on that bath with you. I was supposed to open the shop two hours ago! I imagine a very irate brother is awaiting my appearance. Speaking of family, would you like to come to a Weasley dinner next week with me and meet the entire gang?”

Chloe gave him a funny look. “I already said I’d go. Mind going Weasley?”

“Did I ask? I guess my mind was a little preoccupied with surviving last night to remember much,” he laughed.

“Ohhh! Is my little Weasley hurting? Get dressed why I go and make you a PMS potion,” Chloe said as she entered the bathroom chamber.

“Hey, isn’t that a girlie potion?” George called out after her.

Chloe came back out carrying a pink, bubbling potion. She grinned and said, “It’s not going to give you breasts or girl hips but it will help with your aches and pains and headache as well as any menstrual cramping you might be experiencing.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Give it here.” He drank it down while copping glances at her lovely nude body. He was thinking how much his O.W.L.s would have improved if he had taken a Nude Potions class. That is until an image of a nude Snape flickered in his head and he choked on his pink drink.

Chloe saw him shudder and said, “Oh, sorry I forgot to tell you it has a bitter after taste”. Chloe walked over to a table by her bedside and pointed her wand saying, “Alohomora.” She reached in and retrieved a wand and she handed to George.

“Ta love,” he said.

Next she pointed her wand at George and muttered another spell. George looked down to see his blue silk boxers appear on him. He looked at Chloe with a boyish grin on his face. Chloe nodded in approval and licked her lips. George was thinking of flooing in sick when there was a knock on Chloe’s door. Hilda stuck her head in.

“Hey Chloe. There’s some strange bird here making merry who seems to be carrying a message. Oh. Hi again. Is this yours?” She held up her forearm on which a large, raucous bird was eyeing Chloe lecherously.

“Ah, hi?” said a puzzled George who figured this must have been one of Fred’s former conquests. They periodically ran across their twin’s exes, which resulted at times in embarrassing scenes. “Yes that’s my Kookaburra, Ollie. He can be rather loud. That’s why he’s named after my former Quidditch coach.”

Hilda strode into the room and handed George his bird who set off laughing shrilly. He took the message from the pouch on Ollie’s leg. His face paled when he saw it was a howler.

“Thanks but, er, I better run now before this thing goes off!” He quickly pecked Chloe on her cheek. “See you soon!” and apparated out hoping to drop the howler somewhere along his way.

Chloe and Hilda looked at each other and started laughing.

“When do you suppose he’ll realize all he’s wearing is his underwear?” Hilda asked.

“Probably about the time he notices his pink hair,” Chloe said. “Revenge is sweet.”


Poof! Crack! George appeared behind the counter of WWW. He saw Fred leaning over the counter flirting with Angelina and Katie. He marched up to him and said, “Look I am sorry I was late but I was a little, em, tied up. I don’t think it deserved a howler!”

Fred’s eyebrow twitched upwards as he tried to choke back his laughter.

Angelina gave George a long, hard look from his head to his toes. “You boys just get weirder by the minute!”

Katie was shyly looking down at her hands on the counter in between sneaking peaks at George’s minimalist attire.

Fred burst out with a loud gaffaw and was soonjoined by the others.

George stared at them for a moment before he became aware of the breeze around his legs and glanced down at himself. His mouth froze in a classic “O” expression. His entire body flushed crimson. He started to speak, paused, grimaced and apparated away.

“There’s got to be a good story waiting to be told ladies. Please stay for tea!” Fred conjured up a comfortable settee, a coffee table and 2 overstuffed chairs and a tea tray.

“I didn’t picture George as the silk boxer type.” Angelina mused.

“What were those long red marks above his arse?” wondered a chuckling Katie.

“And what do you call that hue of pink?” inquired Fred. “It would make Tonks envious!”

They all settled down with their tea to await George’s return. Fred’s eye gleamed with anticipation as he thought, “Oi George! However will you explain this one dear brother?”