Twin Dilemma

After much self evaluation, I am forced to concur that I have no rights to these characters except for the O.C. characters and the art and animation bits, nor do I stand to profit from them nor will I cause undo harm to them, (none that a little soap and water applied vigorously won’t restore). A thousand apologies for the long passage of time since my last update but my offline life held me without ransom.

Chapter 28: Meat Pies, Passionate Pubs, McGonagall and a Wet Spot

It was one of those rare perfect London summer days. Unfortunately, Fred was inside missing it while finishing a meat pie and drinking a butter beer as he read over some business papers in the Leaky Cauldron. The door on the Muggle side opened up. Fred glanced up and saw a familiar silhouette walk in. His heart stopped briefly as he recognized Chloe. She glanced his way and smiled. She proceeded to walk towards him. Fred could not help but swallow hard as he took in her attire. The bright pink thigh high stockings. The plaid mini skirt. The pink jumper that rode up as she moved. The revealed inch of taunt abdominal. The jewel in her navel winking seductively at him.
His mouth felt suddenly dry and his stomach heaved oddly. He cleared his throat nervously as she approached, her bouncing breasts leading the way straight on to him.
She stopped right next to him but his eyes were glued to the hard nipples poking through the weave. They were pointed directly at his face – at lip level. He bit back a groan.

Chloe flashed him a wide innocent grin. “How are you? I have really missed you. Your smile, your sweetness, your laughter, your touch. Just seeing you from across the room made me wet with…possibilities!”

Fred’s eyes widen and he was speechless. Chloe missed him? She’d finally come to her senses?

Chloe leaned in seductively. Fred could see right down through her neckline to the taunting jewel. He felt her breath on his face as she whispered huskily, “Kiss me.”
Her body’s warmth pressed up against his and she closed her eyes and parted her lips. Fred leaned in with his eyes closed in anticipation of her sweet lips touching his. When it failed to arrive his eyes popped opened and stared in disbelief. Chloe was still pressed up against him. Oh Merlin’s beard she was! But she was delivering a long, deep kiss to his mirror image, George, who was seated on the bench next to him. George - who moaned out loud with pleasure! George - whose pleasure amplified and mirrored Fred’s own! Fred blushed a deep maroon as he noticed the twin erections. He opened his mouth to sputter his protests but closed it when he felt someone’s hand brush against his aroused appendage. A moan escaped before he could clamp his teeth tightly.

“Mmmm, that’s so amazing,” murmured Chloe. “If I can’t pick between you then I want to be between you.” Both Weasley men groaned in agreement. Fred’s hands went out to stroke Chloe’s breasts while George’s found their way up Chloe’s skirt. The hand on Fred’s trousers intensified. Fred’s face got hotter as he felt a climax building up. “Yes Chloe! Yes George!” Fred called out as he came all over the hand in his trousers, and himself.
“Misters Weasley!” A harsh and jolting voice broke into Fred’s peaking. He looked up in horror to see Professor McGonagall lean in from the side of the booth snatching at his robes. “I will see you both in my office at once, Wait until your mother is informed of your lewd public behavior!” She sniffed as she pulled on his robe, shaking him in her anger! “Detention Now!”

Fred woke up, his heart pounding, his face red and his bedding wet and sticky. He could still feel McGonagall shaking him. Hold on! Someone was shaking him. He opened his eyes and turned over to face his brother who was grinning mischievously and pointing to the obvious tenting of his pajamas.

“Bit of a dodgy dream dear brother?” George laughed. “Time is galleons and we are needed in the shop today to demonstrate our new line of vanishing lingerie and other illusion vestements.”

Fred groaned and threw his pillow at George. “You ruined a perfectly wonderful dream I was having.” Then as all the dream came back to him he added,” But you did rescue us from McGonagall and a serious detention.”

George’s eyebrow quirked up in amusement. “You’ll have to tell me all about it but later. Get in the shower you lazy bugger. Breakfast awaits you.” George swooped down and picked up the pillow on his way out the door. He chucked it at his brother who caught it and pulled it over his head.


The last group of customers left of the shop still chortling over the hilarious demonstration that Fred and George had put on to premiere their new line. The WWW employees finished tidying up and headed home. The Weasley twins were having a quiet moment enjoying a cup of tea and some fresh scones from Molly.

“Ah, that went well dear brother,” said George.

“Naturally. We are geniuses!” replied Fred.

The quietly sipped tea and crunched away.

George cleared his throat.” Well?”

“Well what?” asked Fred.

“Well are you going to tell me about your “perfectly wonderful dream” involving Mcgonagall and a morning stiffy? The suspense is killing me.”

Fred sprayed his brother with the tea he was sipping as he choked out a strangled, “ What the?”

“I have been quietly chuckling all day trying to envision what it might possibly be about.” Grinned George as he pounded his brother on the back.

Fred flushed scarlet and George laughed some more.

“It’s not like that! I just had a dream about a certain young woman of our mutual acquaintance.” George perked up and gave Fred his full attention. “She looked fantastic and spied me from across the bar at the Leaky.” Fred smiled as he remembered.” She walked over and was getting all frisky with me in public. Actually she was getting quite frisky with both of us.”

George sported a devilish grin. “And was McGonagall getting frisky with you as well?”

“Sod of you wanker!” Fred shot back. “McGonagall came over and caught us both at the climactical moment of our passions. She grabbed us by our robes and was about to haul us off to detention or worse, Mum!”

That wiped the grin off George's face.

“Ah!” sighed Fred. “The lovely Chloe.”

George’s eyes narrowed at his brother. “What exactly do you mean by getting frisky with both of us? Brother are you having immoral dreams about me now? Except for the experimental wank or two when we were kids you know I don’t swing that way.”

Fred kneeled down before George, staring intently at his stunned face. He grabbed his brother’s hand and held it tightly to his heart. “Oh Georgie! All that fighting over Chloe was just a front. Can’t you see I am desperate for you? Won’t you have me?” Fred looked so earnest that George blinked. Twice. Fred raised George’s hand to his lips and licked it with a wide dog-like stroke, slimy and trailing spittle.

“Disgusting! Get off you poofter!” yelled George as he pulled his hand away and knocked over Fred with his boot. Fred lay upon the floor holding his sides and laughing. He sat up and wiped the tears from his eyes.

“Look. I was having this steamy dream about Chloe leaning into me when suddenly you were there next to me in the booth and she was kissing you. Then she was diddling me. And then we were both touching her bits. I would have been perfectly content having it off with her by myself. You only have yourself to blame.”

“What? For showing up in your dream?” asked an astonished George.


“Yeah, that’s right. Now piss off.”