____________________________ | | /)| 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 - 3 (MM) by Randu (c) 1991 CHAPTER 3 After Susan went off to work the following morning -giving me the phone number at the hospital and telling the boys to behave before leaving- I took the twins to play mini-golf in town. Being with Cory and Chris was making me feel like a kid again. I had always imagined the things I would like to do if I had a son, and now I had two boys looking to me for entertainment. After the first couple of holes it was obvious that I would win, so on the next few putts I didn't aim as carefully, hoping to even the score. Chris watched me critically as I missed the cup and said, "You don't have to do that, Tom." "Do what, Chris?" I replied innocently. "You're missing on purpose. It's nice of you but you don't have to do it. We're not sore losers." I should have known better than to try and fool him. "Sorry," I said, somewhat ashamed at having been caught. Then I teased him. "It's just that you guys seem to think that the HIGHEST score wins." They both came at me with golf-clubs raised, trying to look fierce. "Okay, okay," I laughed, retreating. "I take it back!" After I beat them at mini-golf we went to the arcade inside the local mall. Chris and I played "Death Star" while Cory went off to play pinball. It didn't take long for me to realize that Chris had played this before, as he deftly out-manuevered aliens and attacking space ships while I floundered along. Then he seemed to suddenly lose his skill, losing lives as fast as I was. "You don't have to do that," I told him. He looked at me with a guilty smile as he realized he had been caught doing the same thing I had done while playing golf. I put my arm around him in a hug, and we both laughed. He then proceeded to get a bazillion points to my several thousand. I didn't mind in the least, though. When we were all out of quarters Cory suggested we go check out the sporting goods store. As we walked through the mall I felt a small hand smoothly slip into my own, and I looked down to my left to see Chris smiling at me. As Cory took my other hand I was filled with a warm fondness for my young friends. Occasionaly my eyes roamed over a boy passing the other way, but then I would feel a slight increase of pressure on my hands as the twins tightened their grips, as if to remind me they were there. We found the sports store and wandered around inside, checking out the latest hundred dollar sneakers with air pumps in the heels, basketballs and baseball mitts, until I found myself looking at the boys' section of SPEEDO swim-suits, so provocative looking, and wondered to myself what Cory and Chris would like like wearing them. Cory came up beside me, looking first at the display rack and then at me. "You don't like our swim-suits, do you," he stated, looking up at me. "Well, like I told you, I think they're kind of old-fashioned." I wasn't sure what he would think if I suggested one of these, but then he suggested it for me. "Do you think I'd look good in a SPEEDO?" he asked, absently looking through the small, nylon bikinis as Chris joined us. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked Cory. "Looking at swim-suits," said his brother. He picked a miniscule scrap of cloth from the rack -bright red with a black racing stripe- and held it in front of his crotch. He eyed me suggestively. "Could I try this on?" As my heartbeat increased Chris said he wanted to try one on, too, but he wanted me to pick it out for him. I shakily looked through the display and pulled out a black one with a red stripe. "How's this?" I asked hesitantly. He grinned and took it from me as they both headed to the dressing room. I was actually trembling in anticipation, knowing without a doubt how good they would look in them. If a good-looking boy had to where SOMETHING when swimming, it should -by law- be a SPEEDO. I heard giggling behind the door, and when it finally opened I felt my eyes widen and my blood-pressure rise. They had taken off all their clothes, and were wearing only the small bikinis as they stood watching my reaction. "Well, what do you think?" demanded Cory, cocking his scantily clad hip to the side and striking a pose as Chris placed his hands behind his head, doing the same. My eyes were glued to their small cocks, so perfectly outlined beneath the tight nylon; tiny balls also discernable. The bikinis fit perfectly, riding well below their hip-bones in front and barely covering their small butts in the rear. I could see they would have to work on their tans, though. Quite a bit more skin was exposed than with their shorts, leaving the area around their groins quite pale. I felt myself getting an erection as I admired their slim, near-naked bodies, and was astounded to see Cory's little penis imitating mine until it jutted out from his body beneath the brief swim-suit. He blushed shyly and covered himself with one hand. Chris eyed Cory's condition and then looked at the tightly stretched crotch of my jeans. "You like them a lot, don't you Tom," he said confidently. I tore my eyes from Cory's concealed young member. "I think you both look incredibly sexy," I blurted. I hoped they wouldn't mind if I thought they were beautiful. Chris was obviously aware of the effect they had on me, and I was sure Cory did, too. "Then you'll buy 'em for us?" asked his brother. Just then a store clerk came by and noticed the two bikini-clad boys in the dressing room. "Sir," he said, rather rudely I thought, "I'm afraid store policy requires bathing-suits to be tried-on over underwear. You'll have to pay for those even if they don't fit." The twins looked at me guiltily, as if they had known this. "We were going to buy them anyway," I said, dismissing the clerk. "You guys put your clothes back on." I smiled at them. "Last one to the pool is a smelly fart!" When we got back home we wolfed down sandwiches for lunch and I snipped the tags off their new bikinis before we all changed. When the boys emerged from the bathroom I was again impressed with their well-proportioned young bodies. They looked adorably sexy in the tiny briefs. (More to come,eventually) --