Twin Dilemma

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Chapter Six: Meeting George

Fred was whistling to himself while he finished up the accounts in the back room. Last night he received an owl from Chloe inviting him to attend an art event with her on Friday evening. He was looking forward to it. He had been in a good mood all week since Chloe’s party. George would catch his twin staring at nothing, with a secretive smile playing on his lips. He also noted Fred’s little sighs of contentment.

“Hmm,” thought George. “Me thinks he’s met someone.”

Soon, Fred’s musical serenade was wearing on George’s nerves. George was trying to reconstruct his experimental potion for his true confession crisps - an item they planned on debuting in two weeks at their anniversary celebration. He needed a few ingredients that they were out of so he chucked a list at Fred and encouraged him to take a walk to pick up the needed items. Fred remembered his promise to drop by his mum’s house for lunch. He promised George he would pick up the needed ingredients on his return to Diagon Alley.
George followed Fred to the front of the shop. He smiled at his brother’s retreating back.

Ahh, the silence was beautiful to behold. George busied himself with restocking merchandise and helping customers.

Meanwhile in a posh part of Diagon Alley, Chloe had just finished up her laborious luncheon with Draco. This primarily consisted of listening to him brag about his wealth and pureblood ties, endure his lengthy description of his vision for his portrait, hear his thinly veiled insults of all things Weasley and fend off his numerous unwelcomed passes at her. Somehow she had managed to make it through lunch with her contract, her personal space, and her sense of humor intact.

Chloe decided to reward herself by indulging in a little window-shopping. It wasn’t long before she found herself outside a certain jokester’s emporium. She smiled to herself as she recalled how the end of her party had played out. Then she remembered the debt she still owed a certain red head. She hated to be in debt to anyone! Smiling, she decided to pop in and surprise Fred.

Chloe walked into the shop and was instantly greeted by a blast of air from the floor that sent her skirt straight up and revealed her stockings and purple suspenders. She looked up to see a red head staring with an appreciative leer on his face near a large display of fireworks. She smiled at him and continued to walk around the store looking at various merchandise. She picked up a few things, chuckled and put them down again while waiting for the last few customers to leave. She watched when Weasley bent over to get something from under the display cabinet and couldn’t help but admire the view of his nice, shapely bum in his snug trousers.

She quietly walked up to him and grabbed his buttocks with both her hands while leaning over and whispering, “I’m the type of woman who sees what she likes and goes for it!”

A rather startled George pulled away, and stood up, blushing, and said, “Er, how can I help you Miss?”

Chloe couldn\'t understand why he was being so reserved with her or why he rebuffed her advances. Perhaps he wanted to play the innocent shop clerk who gets ravished by a lusty lady? That was fine with her. She was game.

“Well,” she answers huskily,” I had been hoping to get the “behind the scenes tour” that was promised to me.”

“Eh?” said a surprised George.

Chloe walked up to him and whispered in a low voice, “Weasley, it’s your lucky day. Won’t you show me the back or do you want your customers to get a rather nasty shock when they walk in on us while I am doing this.” She dropped to her knees and reached up to his trousers, captured the zip between her teeth, and pulled it ever so tantalizingly slow while staring up into his astonished eyes with a smug smile on her face.

George couldn’t help the moan that escaped from his lips. He wasn’t one to look Lady luck in the face and just say no!

“Er, can you give me a moment? I’ll just go and lock the front door and then we can proceed with the, um, ‘tour’.”

Chloe smiled as he reached down and zipped himself up. She stood up and hopped onto the counter by the register, set her bag down. She watched the nicely proportioned Weasley walk over to his shop door and turn the lock. He also flipped over a sign that read: “Out for Lunch. Be Back Soon if You’re Lucky”. Finally, he turned around and walked back to her.

She spread apart her legs so he could get a good look up her skirt at the deep purple suspenders and matching lace panties she was wore under her skirt. He swallowed hard and stared with evident interest. She licked her lips and reached down and slid her skirt up so he would have a better view.

George hurried over to the counter, silently thanking whatever lucky stars sent this beautiful, wanton stranger wandering into the store on his watch. He walked up to her and pressed himself between her thighs and leaned in. “I repeat, how can I help you Miss?”

She grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest, rolling them and rubbing them while her breath caught in her throat and she let out a low moan. He took over and she scooted forward to the end of the counter until she was pressed up tight against his hard, attentive member. Slowly she rotated her pelvis, ground into him, which forced a loud, needy groan from his lips. She leaned up and licked his lower lip, then his upper lip before he slammed his lips down on hers and parted them with his hot eager tongue. She pushed against him hard enough to make his breathe catch.

“Oh Merlin!” he thought, “I don’t even know her name but I want to take her right here on the counter. Now!”

He wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, completely forgetting about the flower in his buttonhole - a WWW flower that squirted out a green ooze and caused the growth of bright green iridescent hair when it came in contact with skin. His embrace was interrupted by a sudden splat sound and a sputtered gasp from the girl in his arms.

“What the ..?”

“Oh shit!” exclaimed George. I forgot I was wearing that.”

The girl reached up and felt her tingling face where the ooze had hit her. She could feel a thick carpet of hair on it and she could just see that it was a bright lime green.

“Ha!” She squealed. She threw back her head and laughed at how absurd she must appear with her revealing attire and green hairy face. “You’ll pay for that Mr. Prankster!”

Relieved by her reaction, George reached around her and grabbed his wand from the register, pointed it at her face and quickly said the counter spell. Her face tingled again as the green hair suddenly shed out and landed on them, the counter and the floor.

Chloe hopped down and she put her arms around him and backed him up until the counter stopped him. She smiled up at him impertinently. George’s eyes widened as her hands left his back and began unbuttoning his shirt. She followed her hands with her mouth, trailing kisses until she was kneeling and facing him level with his very persistent hard on. Next she unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down.

“Nice undies.” she chuckled as his yellow neon Smiley- face boxers were exposed. They winked at her and she pushed the boxers down to his knees. Next, she caressed his balls while she brought her mouth tantalizingly slow towards the tip of his erection. She snaked out with her tongue, licked the moist drops pooled there, then she plunged her entire mouth over him as he let out the breath he’d been holding.

“What shall I call you?” he inquired in a low husky voice.

“You can call me what ever you want. I am your sex kitten Weasley,” she whispered back. She flicked her tongue rapidly around the base of his shaft while his knuckles whitened from the grip he had on the counter.

He closes his eyes and moaned out, “So good kitten. So good.”

Outside he heard the voices of students as they walked up to the front door and rattle the doorknob. Swiftly he reached down to the woman and grabbed her perfectly shaped behind in his hands and lifted her up and walked with her straddling him, into the back room.

“Time for that tour,\" he growled out.

“Yesss!” she hissed, kissing him deeply.

He walked up to his desk and swept his account books and research reports off his desk along with some of his prototypes. He layed the young woman down on top and he climbed up to cover her face and throat with kisses and licks. His tongue trailed down her neck until it arrived into the valley of her cleavage. She moaned as he roughly pushed her low cut top down and revealed her pert nipples, which were big, hard and rosy. He ran his tongue around the areola and then up each nipple lapping gently at first then, more urgently. He plunged his mouth over her left nipple and sucked forcefully while he rubbed and squeezed her other breast with his hand.

She panted and moaned. Then she reached down over his trousers and grabbed his willy and squeezed firmly. He thrust into her hand and moaned into her nipple. His hands reached down and pushed her skirt up and revealed her garter belt and skimpy lace panties. He pulled away just to savor the sight. Her panties had a slit in them. He opened the slit so he could look down at her exposed sex. Then he leaned in and kissed her nether lips, parting these with his eager tongue. She squirmed in lust and pushed up against his tongue. He stuck his tongue into her and tasted the warm, wet juices of her obvious stimulation. He swirled his tongue around and placed his finger on her clitoris, stroking in rhythm with his tongue. He felt her body tense and looked up to see her eyes closet and a look of ecstatic pleasure appear on her features as she shuddered and cried out, “Weasley!” Her body went into spasms for several seconds as he continued his ministrations.

Finally she sighed and opened her eyes. She looks at him with a self satisfied grin. She rolled out from under him and turned onto her tummy sliding down until her feet touched the ground. She looked at him seductively and pulled her skirt up to display her perfect heart shaped arse and shook it, invitingly.

Not one willing to displease, George hopped off the desk and reached down and took his cock in his hand, stroked it a few times then positioned himself behind the hot strumpet splayed out on his desk and thrust himself inside her wet, warm, silky pussy.

“Purr for me kitten,” he grunted out as he increased his thrusts, banging her into his desk.

“Mmmm! Harder!” she moaned.

He grabbed her hips tightly as he pulled her back onto him and then slammed her back, increasing his pace.

“Do you like this?” he asked. He leaned down and nipped her shoulder.

“Oh yes!” she cried out. She grabbed hold of his hands on her hips, dug in her fingernails and rotated her pelvis, defying gravity.

“Fuck, yes!” he yelled out and slammed into her a final time as he exploded inside her. He felt her clench down around him as she shuddered into another orgasm. He continued thrusting until he was spent and he collapsed over her back, his heart pounded in his ears. He was drenched in sweat.

Chloe stayed where she was, sprawled on the desk, and tried to regain her breath. She enjoyed the feeling of a sexy, naked, man draped over her backside.

The sound of the bell ringing penetrated George’s satisfied haze. He groaned and pulled out of “Kitten.” “It would appear the tour must come to a close,” he said as he got to his feet a little unsteadily.

“But we barely got started,” she replied looking about her. “There seems to be a lot more to see and experience.” She stuck out her mouth in a fake pout.

“Well, you will just have to come back again for part two.” he smiled. “In the meantime, be a luv and fetch me my trousers. I can’t walk out there like this.”

She took in his disheveled hair, his glistening skin and flushed freckles and his semi erect state and laughed a deep throaty laugh that brought out a similar laugh from George. She straightened up, slid her skirt down, adjusted her top bits back under her clothes and then smoothed her hair. He gave her a nod that she looked decent and she walked into the front room.

She scooped up her Weasley’s trousers and boxers, giggled as the smiley faces leered at her and walked back into the storeroom. She handed them over and George took them, flashing her an appreciative grin then he proceeded to pull them on. The bell rang again most irritatingly. George gave her his best “I’m sorry shrug” and leaned in for a final kiss.

“When can I see you again, my little sex kitten?” He asked when they pulled away.

“Oh Weasley!” she answered. “You’re such a joker.” She turned and sashayed to the front door where she paused and said “See you soon.” Then she unlocked the door and sashayed out leaving a very bewildered, amused and utterly sated George leaning on the counter for support, his mouth hanging open, completely at lost for words.

Outside Chloe pushed past the students and smiled smugly, thinking, “Fred certainly liked playing that little ‘Stranger’ game. So did I. But now I owe him a prank.” She continued thinking up possible revenge scenarios on her walk back to her studio.

From the other end of Diagon Alley, another red haired Weasley was approaching the shop. He was rather surprised to see a line of students outside the door. Then he saw the ‘Out to Lunch” sign. Puzzled, he opened the door, flipped the sign around and gestured to the cheering students to come inside. He then turned around and spotted his disheveled twin leaning against the counter sporting a befuddled look on his face and a secretive smile on his lips.

Worried by George’s appearance that an experiment backfired while he was gone, Fred hurried over to see if George was ok.

Never better my dear bro. Never better,” he answered, flashing Fred a cocky grin. “Now that you are back. I’ll just pop out for a bit of lunch.” Without waiting for a reply George dreamily walked out of the store.

Fred just shook his head wondering how many lunches a guy needed. Then he walked into the back room with his packages. He stopped at the doorway, staring in amazement at the disaster that was George’s desk. Record books were strewn across the floor, along with George’s meticulous notes, papers and experiments. The desk chair was knocked over. George\'s precious Lionhead Fern was tipped over and squashed on his otherwise empty desk. And why was George’s undershirt thrown over their giant blow up Godzilla (a gift from Harry)?

Fred decided to Floo his Mum and warn her to watch for any extra strange behavior from George if he showed up. Fred was convinced that George must of inhaled dangerous fumes from an incomplete potion. He thought he could still detect an odd odor lingering in the air.

“Oh well, fresh air is probably the best thing for him,’’ Fred decided. He turned and walked back out to the shop where kids were lined up at the register ready to make their purchases.