____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Carol & Tom (bro-sis, inc, 1st time) by Nom de Plume ** We were dirt poor, as it was called then. There were many poor families in the Depression, and we were among the poorest. Our father did what he could: auto mechanic, home handyman, occasional logger, but we sometimes didn't have enough to eat - my twin sister, Carol and I. We were 15 and had not known any other way. We had always been poor, but happy. At least as I look back on it now, I realize we were happy. We weren't comfortable and our daily lives were filled with the chores one must do when there is no central heat, no plumbing, and very little money to buy food. We lived in western Virginia, in the Blue Mountains. Carol did the cooking and house-cleaning. I chopped wood in the fall and winter, tried to stop the roof from leaking, slaughtered the chickens and the other man-chores around the house. We attended a one-room school that we walked to. We were the oldest in the class since our father was not a farmer. We had never been farther than our local town, Thompsonville, and that only on special occasions or on Sunday. Our cabin was tiny, just three rooms - a main living/dining/kitchen with one wood stove and two bedrooms. Our father had a bedroom and Carol and I shared one. Back then this was acceptable, out of necessity. Boys and girls frequently shared a bedroom with several siblings. We had small beds not quite long enough for our lanky teenaged bodies, and we each had a homemade dresser. Our headboards butted in opposite directions so we couldn't see each other when lying down. We had no closet and hung coats and things on pegs along one wall. There was a window on the outside wall through which the virgin forest dominated the view. I had reached puberty - that is, I had grown pubic hair - a little after my 14th birthday. My knowledge of sex was limited to barnyard observances. I had no idea how humans did it. I started masturbating in the spring following my 15th birthday. Our little cabin and tiny bedroom afforded little privacy so I got into the habit of waking up in the middle of the night, when I knew my sister would be asleep, to masturbate. It was impossible, what with the rusty springs and wooden floor, to be entirely silent about it but I tried. Having to go slowly and the fear of being caught heightened the experience and I did it almost nightly. One night as I was almost silently stroking and ready to come, I thought I heard an unusual sound from in back of me. I froze immediately and waited. And waited. The sound did not recur and my cock was ready to burst, so I gave it some quick strokes and shot a very large load all over my pajamas. There it was, that sound again! I couldn't place it but it almost sounded like water, like the creek in the hollow, like a slurping sound. A few nights later, as I was stroking away in the middle of the night, I heard the sound. I froze, but - being bolder now - started up again soon. This time the sound was louder and I didn't stop and the sound didn't stop. This went on for a few weeks. I supposed she was masturbating, but - remember this was the Thirties and before widely available pornography - I didn't know how girls masturbated. The possibility that she was doing to herself something like what I was doing was extremely exciting for me and I looked forward to hearing her. We each tried to be quiet but I think each of us knew that the other knew. Sharing a bedroom meant that, no matter how carefully we planned it, accidents of overly exposed skin happened all too frequently. I had seen my sister's naked body often enough to watch it change. Her hips widened, her nipples and then her breasts swelled, and although I saw it less frequently, she started growing hair in the V where her legs met. She had seen me naked also and we had both been secretly curious about each other's bodies. Lately though, I noticed Carol trying harder than normal to catch me. Once I saw her watching me bathe in the creek. One morning I awoke sleepily and in desperate need of a good long piss. As I stumbled to the door my erect cock slipped out of the slit in the front of my pajamas. I heard a gasp from her and quickly tucked it back in. That night I masturbated twice while remembering that gasp. Both times I heard the slurping again. Partly due to my nightly pleasure sessions I was, and still am, a light sleeper. One night I awoke gently to hear the floor creeping. I opened my eyes just barely to see my sister, in her pajamas, oh- so-slowly and gingerly tiptoeing toward my bed. She was looking at my crotch, and seeing my erection bobbing out of my pajamas. I pretended to be asleep as she crept closer. I was scared, to tell you the truth. What was happening was new, taboo, and exciting. She knelt down next to my bed and watched it for the longest time. Needless to say this was very stimulating to me and my cock bobbed for attention. After a while, she crept back to her bed and I heard the slurping sound again. This continued for some time, this nightly inspection at attention and became the fantasy I thought of when masturbating. One night I just got so turned on by exposing myself to her that I had to touch myself. I figured I had to pretend I was doing it in my sleep and almost casually jerked my hand across my cock. I saw Carol jump but she dared not move suddenly or the floor would make a definite and loud noise. I decided that the most I could do was one more brush of my hand over my hard-on. This time I squeezed it between two fingers as my hand went over it. In spite of herself, she gasped. Well, this was getting interesting. Carol didn't show up at my bedside for several nights and I was disappointed. I thought I had scared her away. One night I became aware of her presence and, still pretending sleep, stroked my cock casually several times. She stayed. After a little while, I stroked it several more times, then waited, then several more times. All the while my movements were slow and awkward enough so that I could claim sleep if questioned. Well, this situation and slow stroking was getting to me and, without trying, I came. Carol audibly groaned. I was embarrassed and stayed quite still for the rest of the night. I vowed never to do that again. A few nights later I became aware of my sister beside me. My cock was hard and peeking through my pajamas, as usual. I determined not to stroke myself and Carol stayed for a very long time waiting for me to do so. Suddenly but gently I felt her fingers on my cock. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know anything could feel so good. Her touch was light and yet at just the right spot. Her hand wasn't moving but it didn't need to. I couldn't help myself and came spontaneously. My jism went all over her hand. She gently took her hand away and wiped it on her pajamas. As I thought back on it later, that night marked a turning point in our relationship. Always friendly and cooperative, we now treated each other with some warmth and tenderness. Carol was much freer with showing me her body now and made no pretense of modesty. We undressed in front of each other, if it didn't seem too forced to do so, and swam naked together in the creek. However, months had gone by and she had not visited my bedside. I was disappointed and desperately clung to every instant of the last time she did. It was my constant masturbation fantasy. One night I heard her masturbating and decided to see just exactly what she was doing. It was a moonless night so the room was almost pitch black. I carefully lifted myself from my bed and started to cross the room, stepping only where I knew the boards did not creak. She must have heard me anyway because she suddenly stopped. I froze. After what seemed like an eternity she started again. I could see movement, but couldn't make out exactly what was moving. I stepped closer, the floorboard made a sound, but Carol did not stop this time. Finally, I was within three feet of her bed and sat down. My cock was absolutely rigid and ready to burst from the tension of the scene. I could barely make out my sister's arm across her waist and her hand in her crotch. It was moving up and down and making quite a slurping sound now. Carol was moaning and quietly grunting. Well, this was too much and I carefully lowered myself so I was flat on my back on the floor and began to stroke myself. I could tell she was going to come soon and so was I. I decided to time myself so that we came together. When we did, we dropped all pretense of being quiet and grunted quite audibly. Hers lasted longer than mine. I lay there for quite awhile and then snuck back to bed. The next morning my sister and I looked at each other and acknowledged with our eyes the secret we shared. It was a further deepening of our relationship. A few days later I was bathing in the creek and was really turned on. Naked, I lay down on the plush grass and started stroking myself. It was such a turn-on to feel the sun's warmth on my balls and to be doing this in the open. Suddenly I heard a noise in the bush in back of me and turned around to see Carol emerging and heading straight for me. I was paralyzed. She gently knelt beside me and without saying a word, put her hand on my cock, which had started to go soft from the fright. She stroked it slowly and it sprang to attention. It felt so good that I lay back and closed my eyes. It didn't take long for her ministrations to have the desired result and I came great globs of jism. She continued to hold my cock until I calmed down some. Then, without saying a word she got up and started taking off her clothes. Naked, she lay down beside me and proceeded to gently pinch her nipples and stroke her stomach. I got up on my elbow to watch. She parted her legs and, for the first time I got a clear view of a girl's pussy. What a sight! She had bushy sandy brown pubic hair, very plush pussy lips, a large and erect clit and she was very wet. Her hand stroked the lips, oh how I longed to do so, and rubbed up and down on her clit. It didn't take very long for her to come and as she did, her whole body tensed and her hips lifted off the ground. She gradually came down but kept rubbing. Soon the tension built to another orgasm, then soon afterward, another. This was incredibly exciting for me and I was stroking my cock again. About Carol's fourth orgasm I had my second. We were wild. That night, as soon as we went to bed, she came over and knelt beside my bed. She reached into my pajamas and softly and tentatively held my cock. It got hard immediately and she started stroking. It felt so good in spite of my having come twice already today. Before long I came once again, this time more vehemently than I ever had before. Afterward, Carol just grazed the head of my cock with her lips, as if to kiss it goodnight. She stood and went back to her bed. Before long I heard her masturbating and went over to her bedside. I lightly placed my hand on top of hers between her legs and our hands moved in unison for a while. I wanted to feel her wetness and so took my hand away and stoked her inner thigh up to her pussy. My, was she wet and messy. I explored the many folds of her pussy. She withdrew her hand and I found her clit and rubbed it the way I'd seen her do it by the creek. After a while, I got the hang of it and felt her body tensing for climax. Her peak was extremely violent also, with her body arching, teeth clenching, and fists white. When she came down, I slowly withdrew my hand and silently went back to bed. This day would be a favorite fantasy for years to come. Our sexual relationship continued like this for many months. Many times we would mutually masturbate down by the creek or would make each other come at night in our beds, or just listen to the other masturbate. We knew, of course, living in the country, that cocks go into vaginas. We were afraid to try that though for fear of Carol getting pregnant. My sister was increasingly using her fingers inside her pussy when she masturbated though and I longed to put my dick in there. One night, as she was sitting on my bed stroking my cock she seemed more turned on than unusual. She stood up and pulled down her pajamas and said to me, "I just want to try this a little." She straddled me with her pussy just above my cock. I could hardly bare it, waiting for the first feel of a pussy on my cock. Slowly, too slowly, she lowered herself and holding my cock, let it just graze her wet and dripping pussy lips. It felt so good, her hand, her wetness, her warmth so close to me. She poised there for what seemed like an eternity, just stroking herself with my cock. Finally she lowered herself a little and the head of my cock went inside. I thought I was going to explode. Carol sensed that and said that I mustn't come. We remained motionless for a long time. Finally, she took my cock out and lay down beside me. She proceeded to stroke herself and I stroked myself. We came together. A few days later my sister and I decided to picnic on top of Thompson's Hill, about a three mile walk from our cabin. Along the way was a small waterfall and we went skinny-dipping. The cold water felt good. I was amazed at how fast Carol's body had changed. Her breasts were now more than mounds. They actually sagged a little, although the cold tightened them up and made her nipples very prominent. She had an explosive growth of hair between her legs yet her pronounced pussy lips were clearly visible. We hugged and I gently squeezed her nipples. They were so cute. We got dressed and proceeded on our hike. Soon we reached our destination, a clearing in a dense virgin timber forest on top of Thompson's Hill. We spread our blanket and ate our lunch. Afterward, Carol lay with her head in my lap as I played with her breasts. I said, "Let's get naked," which we did with deliberate speed. It was a chilly day and the sun felt good on our bodies. I rolled on my side and traced circles on my sister's breast, just outside the areola. Her nipples were already hard and I lightly grazed them with my finger tips. I kept doing this for quite a while, first one nipple, then the other. I was fascinated with these. They were so responsive. Soon Carol was moaning almost under her breath. She gently tugged my hand down over her stomach to the top of her pubic hair and then to her pussy, which was deliciously wet. As I ran my finger delicately up the folds of her pussy and nudged her clitoris she let out a squeak I had never heard before. Needless to say, I had been hard all this time and had been against her leg, getting it wet with my pre-cum. I made several more strokes up her vagina. She said, "I can't take it anymore. Come inside me." She opened her legs more and I got over her and positioned myself with my cockhead against her pussy. I had never done this before and my actions were tentative. My cock was right at her pussy lips and I stayed that way for a long time. Slowly, an inch at a time I moved forward until my cockhead was just inside. I moved deeper and slowly deeper. It was tight but it felt so good. Suddenly I ran into a wall. I said, "It won't go in anymore." She said, "Yes, it will. You just have to try harder." This was a challenge so I thrust with some force now and Carol cried out in pain. I said, "What happened?" She said, "I don't know, but don't take it out." We remained in that position for a long time until I couldn't take it anymore and started stroking. I was in deep now and noticed that whenever I thrust all the way in she seemed to like it. I got in the rhythm of going very deep. I tried to hold my climax but couldn't and came explosively. We stayed locked together for a long time and then I got soft and withdrew. As I did so, I noticed blood - a lot of blood - all over her pussy and my cock. I said, "Carol, look!" She screeched. We thought I had damaged her. We quickly packed up and she used leaves and grass to wipe herself. When we got back to the waterfall, she undressed and washed her pussy. I said, "Does it hurt?" She said, "A little. but I still liked it." After that time we made love several more times before we both went away to school. I became a writer and Carol became an artist. She married happily and raised three boys. Much later in life, in our late forties, we talked about our childhood sex and agreed it had been a positive experience. Both of us had, partly as a consequence, had active and fulfilling sex lives. Carol passed away three years ago and I miss her dearly. I never got to tell her that she was the most exciting woman of my life. THE END