Twin Dilemma

Chapter 14: Frothing, Waxing, and Whining

Fred stormed into the store, water spraying from his barely covered body, yelling, “I am going to get that evil ferret boy if it’s the last thing I ever do!”

George was frozen in mid transaction behind the cash register while an embarrassed Cho Chang and younger brother stared at Fred.

Fred was oblivious to his effect and continued to froth at the mouth.
“George, you are not going to believe what he did to me because of one of your pranks! Stupid twit didn’t even know he got the wrong man. Come on, we have to close up shop and get to work in our lab. This will require serious brainpower
squared!”

George watched as Fred gestured around oblivious to his blue extremities.
“I’ve not seen him this riled up since ol’ Voldy kicked the bucket,” he thought.
He cleared his throat and jerked his head in Cho’s direction.
“I’ll just finish up then and join you in the back. You might want to put something on before you scare away any more customers.”

Fred turned bright red all over except for those parts that had tinted blue. They became a lovely mauve. He spun abruptly on his heel and apperated to the backroom.

“Sorry about that Cho. He gets like that when he hasn’t been fed properly.” George handed Cho her change and her wrapped packages.

Cho laughed and said, “Maybe I should report this to Management as sexual intimidation used to move the queue along. As soon as management is clothed that is.”

George grinned back. “Did you like the blue toned hands and feet? That was my doing.” He puffed out his chest.

“It goes very nice with his hair. Tell me though, is that all that was blue?” Cho
cocked her head in contemplation.

George winked and said, “No, all his extremities are blue.”

Cho’s eyes got very round and she blushed. “Well, see you around.” She grabbed the arm of her brother and hurried out of the store.

It was late in the evening. Fred and George were sitting in their flat eating Indian take out. Fred had explained the whole exploitation to George several times.

“But why were you at the party? And who were you with” he kept asking.

Fred just brushed George’s question away with “some girl I’m seeing” as he continued to seethe and plot his revenge.

“George, he really crossed the line. One shouldn’t mess with a Weasley and one should never mess with us.”

George agreed. He thought Malfoy deserved “the Royal Umbridge” treatment. Updated, improved and staged in front of an appreciative audience. George reached for some parchment and a quill. He began to draw diagrams. Fred leaned in and occasionally made adjustments. It was early morning when the two brothers sat back admiring their plan.

Fred smiled and rubbed his hands together. “Oh yes, dear brother, that fucking ferret will rue the day he ever tried to take on the Weasley twins without a supporting army behind him.”

George affectionately squeezed his brother’s shoulder. “Aye, that he will, Fred, that he will.”


Wednesday afternoon found George taking a break from restocking and cleaning up. Fred was off to Gringott’s with the daily deposit. He conjured up a comfy chair and he was just pouring a cuppa when he heard a sultry voice call out from the fireplace, “Hey Weasley, how are you feeling? Recover yet?”

George looked over at the flames to where Chloe’s head was hovering. He smiled with delight. “I am just fine my sweet. How are you? How’s your project going? Malfoy still being a pain in the arse?”

“So you’re not sore?” Chloe asked with an impish expression on her face.

“ Nah, fully recovered, even my pride.”

She laughed, “Good, then I am coming to take you out tonight.”

She stepped out of the fire wearing a very shiny red leather skirt and thigh high white leather boots. On top she had a poofy blouse that was unbuttoned to display a red leather camisole. George’s eyes popped out from his head. She strolled over to his magiced chair and straddled his lap. George’s interest was immediately apparent. Chloe wriggled about getting comfortable. “I was given a pair of tickets to a Muggle play. Have you ever been?”

George swallowed and shook his head no.

“Oh goody!” Chloe bounced gleefully. “I am taking you and I will not take no for an answer. There’s plenty of opportunity for a prankster as brilliant as your self. So will you come or do you need some more convincing?”

She leaned in and grabbed his face with both hands, planting a wet, steamy kiss on his lips then pulling his head lower to her chest and rubbing his face with her breasts which were in danger of spilling out of her top. All of her actions caused George increasing discomfort as his robes became tighter and tighter in his nether regions. From the middle of her cleavage, Chloe heard a muffled response.

She pulled his head back up.

“Yessss,” he hissed.

“Yes? As in you will go?” she asked.

“Yes, as in I will need more convincing,” he answered huskily.

She smiled down at him then licked up his nose, around his brow and down his cheek to his jaw line. She kissed a trail down his neck and along his robes that she spelled apart with her wand. She slid off his knees while she continued to kiss and lick her way down his chest, throwing in a bit of a gnaw with her teeth. She pointed her wand at his trousers and opened the flap and pulled his erection out and lavished her attention on it.

“Will you go?” she mumbled through her mouthful.

Her answer was a moan. She wrapped her hand around the head of her Weasley’s willy and stroked upward, following her tongue motions and twisting slightly as she reached the top.

George groaned louder.

“Will you?” she whispered, increasing her pace. “Hmmmm?”

George couldn’t take any more. He felt his orgasm welling up.

Chloe rapidly stood up and pointed her wand under her skirt. She smiled at Weasley’s hot, red face and plunged down upon his rigid cock.

“Hell yes!” he shouted. “Yessssssssssss!”

They rocked back and forth for several minutes while George’s climax continued.
Chloe soon joined him. When they were finished, she collapsed over him, feeling both of their hearts racing. When their pulses had slowed down she kissed him one more time and stood up. She cast two Scourgify spells on them. She then filled two cups with fresh hot tea and handed her love object one.

“Drink up Luv. Time to play ‘Stump the Muggles’.” Chloe took George’s hand and they apperated away.

The front door opened and in strolled Fred.
“George!” I’m back. I had another thought about the “Disappearing Dragon” potion. I saw something in a Muggle magazine about penis enhancements and I have a few ideas on how to change them to suit our purposes. And how to package them and market them as the real deal. George? Are you here?”

Fred glanced down at the tea set and saw that there were two cups partially filled with steaming tea. On cup had red lipstick on the edge. Fred smiled and decided to go upstairs to enjoy the empty flat. He doubted his twin would be home soon.

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