Cats Away...the Mice will Play
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,134
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
George
Standard Disclaimer: Don\'t own any part of Harry Potter or it\'s characters. J.K. Rowling\'s has that supreme honor.
*Denotes personal thoughts
Cats Away..the Mice will Play by Yawning
~George~
*There\'s an old Muggle saying I think about all women being gray cats in the dark...well, something like that. Well, that same phrase seems to apply to twins. At least everyone thinks so. Being a twin is great. You have your own best friend built in from day one. Someone to understand you when no one else can. Of course they whole identical thing is a drag at times. I did get pissed at being mistaken for Fred sometimes, but once in a while I couldn\'t help taking advantage of the fact. Like with her. Angelina. My brothers beloved girlfriend. She was a temptation I could never resist, even when I had a lovely girl of my own. I needed Angelina...needed her bad.*
The knock on the apartment door caused George to jerk with anticipation and a little bit of guilt. She would be expecting her boyfriend, but would get something all together different. Thank heaven Fred was off running business related errands. He shouldn\'t even be contemplating such a betrayal. But then he\'d think about her pretty mocha skin, big brown eyes and legs for days and all guilt would wash away. He might not ever get this chance again. After smoothing his black trousers and matching jumper, he was ready.
\"What Fred doesn\'t know won\'t hurt me.\" George murmured as he hopped off the couch to answer the door. Opening it, he was struck by her beauty and sex appeal. His pants suddenly got a hell of a lot tighter. Dressed in Mugglothlothing, wearing a short jean jacket and skirt with a purple tank top, her breasts seemed to almost fall out of her top.
Mouth gone dry, all he could do was stare.
\"Hey, honey. Why are you just standing there? Can\'t I come in?\" she questioned, lifting her eyebrow at him.
Stepping aside, he watched closely as she walked inside, heading into the smalling ing room. Pulling off her jacket, she flung it on the back of the couch as she sat down and made herself comfortable. Sitting down in the exact spot he\'d just vacated, she crossed her legs sensually and looked back at him coyly.
\"Fred, baby. What\'s wrong? Not happy to see your Angel?\" she smiled, leaning against the arm of the ratty old couch as her left hand played with one of her long braids.
*Angel. Fred\'s nickname for her. At that moment she looked anything but like an angel. Merlin, I wanted her!*
His beloved brother was the last thing on his mind when he sat down on the couch beside her. She gave him a seductive smile before leaning forward to kiss him. The minute their lips touched it was over for George. The kiss was everything he\'d hoped for. Fire raced through his veins when she slid her hand to his neck, reaching up to stroke her hand through his red locks.
\"Angel.\" George groaned when her tongue slipped between his lips. His arm moved around her waist, and he pulled her tightly against his torso, crushing her large breasts.
His large and now painful erection poked between them and Angelina giggled against his lips.
\"You really missed me, didn\'t you?\" she snickered. It quickly became a moan as his hand began exploring slowly down her back. Gripping her butt, he started grinding himself against her, mindless in lust. He was kneading her butt insistently now and she trembled in his embrace. He urged her legs across his hips, straddling him, running his palms down the back of her thighs. They rocked back and forth against each other as their clothing became too much of a barrier.
Before long, clothes and shoes were flung around the living room area and the now naked couple rolled about the couch. Overcome with desire and fear she would realize he wasn\'t Fred, George didn\'t let up on his sensual assault. He dove upon her mouth, licking,ing ing and suckling on her full lips. She was soft and lush beneath him and shaking with need. Hands stroking her from waist to her hips, he spread her thighs and settled between them, heavy and stiff with need. He clasped one buttocks cheek and hauled her even harder against the steel of his erection.
\"Fred, no more teasing me. I need you.\" Angelina cried, grasping his ass in her hands and urging him on.
No longer thinking coherently, just awash in desire, his hand slid down and cupped her mound. She completely soaked his hand and he almost came then and there. Stroking her clit hard, he gasped as she shuddered against him. He rubbed the wet folds of her mound as she cried out and shook under his hand.
\"I can\'t take any more, Angel.\" he cried, burying his face in her taut neck as he slid home. It was excruciating hot and wet and tight. He lost it.
Angelina clung tightly as he plunged again and again. Like a man possessed, he thrust hard and deep. Her back arched off the couch as she rose to match thrust after thrust. Lightheaded, she gazed up at her lover. The look in his eyes made her melt inside. She suddenly gasped as she tightened inside and screamed as she climaxed. His eyes clenched shut as he pounded her and suddenly he went rigid. Chanting her name, he plunged into her one final time before joining her in completion.
************
Angelina smiled as she kissed the sleeping figure on the cheek as she slid off the couch. She thought she really should wake him before leaving but then thought, Nah. Let him sleep, he deserved it. Sex always was a great tension reliever and she felt like purring like a kitten. Walking over to her discarded jean jacket, she pulled out her wand and murmured a cleansing spell. Once she got back to her apartment, she\'d take a nice long bath and reflect. And giggle.
\"Good-bye George.\" Angelina whispered as she pulled on her clothes quickly. Heading out the apartment door, she sighed happily.
Funny thing about twins. If you really looked carefully, you could ALWAYS find a way to tell them apart. Too bad Fred and George didn\'t know that!
~Next chapter this a way~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Denotes personal thoughts
Cats Away..the Mice will Play by Yawning
~George~
*There\'s an old Muggle saying I think about all women being gray cats in the dark...well, something like that. Well, that same phrase seems to apply to twins. At least everyone thinks so. Being a twin is great. You have your own best friend built in from day one. Someone to understand you when no one else can. Of course they whole identical thing is a drag at times. I did get pissed at being mistaken for Fred sometimes, but once in a while I couldn\'t help taking advantage of the fact. Like with her. Angelina. My brothers beloved girlfriend. She was a temptation I could never resist, even when I had a lovely girl of my own. I needed Angelina...needed her bad.*
The knock on the apartment door caused George to jerk with anticipation and a little bit of guilt. She would be expecting her boyfriend, but would get something all together different. Thank heaven Fred was off running business related errands. He shouldn\'t even be contemplating such a betrayal. But then he\'d think about her pretty mocha skin, big brown eyes and legs for days and all guilt would wash away. He might not ever get this chance again. After smoothing his black trousers and matching jumper, he was ready.
\"What Fred doesn\'t know won\'t hurt me.\" George murmured as he hopped off the couch to answer the door. Opening it, he was struck by her beauty and sex appeal. His pants suddenly got a hell of a lot tighter. Dressed in Mugglothlothing, wearing a short jean jacket and skirt with a purple tank top, her breasts seemed to almost fall out of her top.
Mouth gone dry, all he could do was stare.
\"Hey, honey. Why are you just standing there? Can\'t I come in?\" she questioned, lifting her eyebrow at him.
Stepping aside, he watched closely as she walked inside, heading into the smalling ing room. Pulling off her jacket, she flung it on the back of the couch as she sat down and made herself comfortable. Sitting down in the exact spot he\'d just vacated, she crossed her legs sensually and looked back at him coyly.
\"Fred, baby. What\'s wrong? Not happy to see your Angel?\" she smiled, leaning against the arm of the ratty old couch as her left hand played with one of her long braids.
*Angel. Fred\'s nickname for her. At that moment she looked anything but like an angel. Merlin, I wanted her!*
His beloved brother was the last thing on his mind when he sat down on the couch beside her. She gave him a seductive smile before leaning forward to kiss him. The minute their lips touched it was over for George. The kiss was everything he\'d hoped for. Fire raced through his veins when she slid her hand to his neck, reaching up to stroke her hand through his red locks.
\"Angel.\" George groaned when her tongue slipped between his lips. His arm moved around her waist, and he pulled her tightly against his torso, crushing her large breasts.
His large and now painful erection poked between them and Angelina giggled against his lips.
\"You really missed me, didn\'t you?\" she snickered. It quickly became a moan as his hand began exploring slowly down her back. Gripping her butt, he started grinding himself against her, mindless in lust. He was kneading her butt insistently now and she trembled in his embrace. He urged her legs across his hips, straddling him, running his palms down the back of her thighs. They rocked back and forth against each other as their clothing became too much of a barrier.
Before long, clothes and shoes were flung around the living room area and the now naked couple rolled about the couch. Overcome with desire and fear she would realize he wasn\'t Fred, George didn\'t let up on his sensual assault. He dove upon her mouth, licking,ing ing and suckling on her full lips. She was soft and lush beneath him and shaking with need. Hands stroking her from waist to her hips, he spread her thighs and settled between them, heavy and stiff with need. He clasped one buttocks cheek and hauled her even harder against the steel of his erection.
\"Fred, no more teasing me. I need you.\" Angelina cried, grasping his ass in her hands and urging him on.
No longer thinking coherently, just awash in desire, his hand slid down and cupped her mound. She completely soaked his hand and he almost came then and there. Stroking her clit hard, he gasped as she shuddered against him. He rubbed the wet folds of her mound as she cried out and shook under his hand.
\"I can\'t take any more, Angel.\" he cried, burying his face in her taut neck as he slid home. It was excruciating hot and wet and tight. He lost it.
Angelina clung tightly as he plunged again and again. Like a man possessed, he thrust hard and deep. Her back arched off the couch as she rose to match thrust after thrust. Lightheaded, she gazed up at her lover. The look in his eyes made her melt inside. She suddenly gasped as she tightened inside and screamed as she climaxed. His eyes clenched shut as he pounded her and suddenly he went rigid. Chanting her name, he plunged into her one final time before joining her in completion.
************
Angelina smiled as she kissed the sleeping figure on the cheek as she slid off the couch. She thought she really should wake him before leaving but then thought, Nah. Let him sleep, he deserved it. Sex always was a great tension reliever and she felt like purring like a kitten. Walking over to her discarded jean jacket, she pulled out her wand and murmured a cleansing spell. Once she got back to her apartment, she\'d take a nice long bath and reflect. And giggle.
\"Good-bye George.\" Angelina whispered as she pulled on her clothes quickly. Heading out the apartment door, she sighed happily.
Funny thing about twins. If you really looked carefully, you could ALWAYS find a way to tell them apart. Too bad Fred and George didn\'t know that!
~Next chapter this a way~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~