____________________________ | | /)| 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 Double Trouble - 2 (MM) by Randu (c) 1991 * "Thank you," I answered, "but I think I'll have the beer. We don't want your mother to beat me silly when we've only just met." "You're no fun," he accused, pouting and giving me the beer. "I'm old, remember? You said so yourself." "I was just kidding," he said seriously. "Are you gonna take your turn or not?" "No, I'll pass this time. Chris, you can go ahead if you want." I tickled his sides, making him giggle and squirm in my lap, causing my dick to get even harder. "OK," he said, getting up suddenly and taking Cory's chair. Cory immediately replaced his brother on my lap. Apparently I was being shared, I thought to myself. Chris giggled. "What's so funny?" I asked him, as Cory leaned back against me. "Oh, nothing," he said cryptically, as he took control of the game. Before I opened my beer I rolled the cold can over Cory's bare belly, making him yelp in surprise as I held it against him. We opened our cans and took a drink, and then we all belched in unison, making us laugh until we were out of breath. "Can I have a sip?" asked Cory, eyeing my beer hopefully. "OK, but just a swallow," I said, figuring it wouldn't hurt him. He took two giant gulps before I pulled the can away, and then performed a long, deep belch. "I suppose you want some, too," I said to Chris. "No thanks, I don't like beer," he said, making a sour face. "It gives me a headache." He took another sip from his Coke before turning back to the game. I put my can of beer on the desk and Cory sank deeper into my lap, hanging his right leg over the padded armrest of the chair and giving me a blood-stirring view of his crotch as the hem of his shorts rose upwards. Yielding to my instinctual desires I put my hand on his bare thigh, while my other hand rested on his stomach. Unable to resist his enticing flesh, and receiving no complaint from Cory, I started slowly moving my hand in small circles over the satiny softness of his leg, boldly inching farther up towards the young boy's groin until I was stroking from his knee almost to his crotch. He must have been able to feel my hard-on pressing into his back but he said nothing, and I noticed his own shorts had something pushing up beneath them once again. Daringly, I ran my hand to the edge of the fabric and stopped, my fingers tracing along the border. Cory responded by lifting his leg farther up on the armrest, spreading himself and letting me know I could continue. My fingers explored just under his shorts, expecting to make contact with his underpants and failing to find any as I touched the incredibly tender junction of leg and scrotum. "Sorry," I apologized as I felt the boy's leg twitch reflexively. I moved my hand a safe distance from his groin, hoping he would think it had been an accident. I couldn't believe I had been so daring, touching him so intimately when we had only known each other for one day! I had been unable to pass up the opportunity, however. "That's OK," he said calmly. "It just tickled." Chris looked over his shoulder at us and smiled an uncomfortably knowing smile. Did they realize what I was? That I thought they were the most incredibly beautiful boys I had ever seen? As much as I wanted to touch Cory there again I didn't dare; even though he hadn't complained I wasn't ready to start openly fondling him. I couldn't move that fast even if HE wanted me to. Seeming to sense my hesitation, Cory sighed and lowered his leg so he could lean forward and grab his pop. Chris cocked his head as if he were listening to something and said, "Mom's looking for us." "How do you know that?" I asked. "Um...I heard her call. Didn't you?" He looked quickly at his brother, as if seeking confirmation. Cory nodded. I hadn't heard anything, but then my ears were filled with a pounding heartbeat from touching him. "You better go see what she wants, then," I told them, but just then someone knocked on the door. "Come on in, Mom!" Chris yelled, looking at me with a shrug. Susan walked in and I didn't have time to ask how he knew it was her, or how she knew they were here. My erection quickly wilted as I tried not to appear guilty of what I had just done. "Are these two bothering you?" she asked, giving the boys a stern look. The fact that Cory was sitting calmy in the lap of someone they had just met didn't seem to bother her. "No, not at all. We were just playing a game on the computer." She laughed and said, "You realize you'll never get rid of them now, don't you? They've been badgering me to get one for quite a while now but they don't seem to understand how expensive it is. They have to settle for Nintendo." "Sometimes I think I use it more for playing games than I do for writing books," I grinned. "It's nice to have someone to play with for a change," I added, tickling Cory. "Well, I need to get some groceries now that the unpacking is finished." She looked at the boys. "Come on you two. Leave Tom alone for awhile. I'm sure he has better things to do." Actually, I didn't. How better to spend one's time than with boys? The twins immediately protested. "Aw, Mom," said one. "Can't we stay home?" said the other. "No," she said firmly. "I'm not leaving you guys alone. You're not THAT old, yet." I was debating whether to volunteer to babysit when Chris looked at me hopefully, obviously thinking the same thing. "I wouldn't mind watching them," I told her. "That's basically what I was doing before you got here." Chris gave me a big smile, then watched his mother for the verdict. She looked at Chris, and something unspoken seemed to pass between them. She nodded, and said to me, "If you're sure you don't mind, I guess it's ok. I won't be gone long." She looked at Chris again and then turned to leave, closing the door behind her. "Thanks, Tom," said the twins in unison. "We promise we'll be very good," Cory said with a mischevious smile, his eyes twinkling. What was THAT supposed to mean, I worried? We continued the game, talking about school, sports, and generally just getting to know each other better. They were both very articulate; I was quite impressed with their vocabulary, and felt a small amount of pride that my books had helped. Chris asked what my new one was about, and we paused the game so I could bring it up on the screen and show him. I let them read the beginning so they could get an idea. It was about a young boy who writes a computer program to do all his homework, and while that may sound like a good idea the boy wasn't learning anything that way. "But if he could write a program like that wouldn't he already be pretty smart?" asked Chris. "Yes, he's smart when it comes to computers but if the computer answers all his homework for him he doesn't learn about anything else." They both pondered the pros and cons of this, which is what most of my books intend for them to do. In the end Cory decided the computer sounded like a good idea, but Chris thought the boy in the story was only cheating himself. Before we knew it Susan was back with her groceries and the boys went off to help her. She thanked me for watching them and I told her with honest sincerity, "Anytime!" CHAPTER 3 The next morning Susan came over with a proposition. "I have to go back to work tomorrow," she began, "and I'm looking for someone to watch the boys. They seem to be quite taken with you; you're all they talk about lately. Would you be interested?" she asked hopefully. Before I could answer she added, "I wouldn't be able to pay you very much, and my hours change a lot, but the boys are fairly well-behaved and I'm sure they wouldn't be too much trouble. In fact, they're the ones who talked me into asking you." I couldn't believe this! Here was a woman I had only met two days ago and she was willing to practically give me her sons! I hesitated, not wanting to appear overly anxious. "Well...Sure, I guess that would be alright. I'm home all day anyway, so it wouldn't be any trouble or anything." She looked at me as if she saw right through me, just like Chris did, but she looked relieved as well. "That would really be great, Tom. My mother was going to commute every day from the north-side, but she's not really comfortable with the twins." She hesitated. "They have a way of knowing...How to put this?" she frowned. "They're very good at sensing other people's feelings, and it makes some people uncomfortable." She looked at me as if this revelation might change my mind. It also seemed as if she wasn't telling me everything. "As a matter of fact, I'd noticed that myself," I told her. "It doesn't really bother me. As far as paying me goes, you can forget that right now. Like I said, I'm at home all day anyways. Besides," I added slyly, "they might give me inspiration for another book." "Well then we'll have to talk royalties," she joked, laughing. "Seriously, Tom, I really appreciate this. You have no idea how much this helps." Shortly after she left, as I was sitting there in a kind of dumbfounded haze, the twins burst in with huge grins on there impish faces. "I TOLD her you'd say `yes'," Chris informed me triumphantly, sitting next to me on the couch. "Oh?" I looked at him skeptically. "What made you so sure?" "I just knew," he said simply. "Wanna go swimming?" he asked hopefully. They were conveniently wearing their swim-suits, I noticed. "Well, since you seem to know everything," I teased, "what do YOU think I want to do?" Chris looked at me, his brown eyes penetrating. "What you REALLY want to do is-" "Chris!" Cory yelled warningly, looking alarmed. Chris's eyes twinkled. "-go swimming." He looked at his brother innocently, and Cory scowled at him. Did the boy really know what I would have liked to do? Namely, love him intimately? These two had me completely off balance. I was used to the black-on-white boys printed in my books, not to flesh-and-blood imps who seemed to see right through me. I never knew where I stood with these two. I shrugged it off and went to my bedroom to put on my swim-suit, glad that they appeared to like me as much as I liked them. --