____________________________ | | /)| 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 - 7 (MM) by Randu (c) 1991 CHAPTER 7 I finally (finally!) finished my book the next morning before Cory and Chris came over. I saved it on a floppy disk and sent it off to my publisher in New York, knowing she would be pleased. My books had developed quite a following among boys and girls alike, and sometimes my publisher paid for me to go on book-signing tours around the country. I always enjoyed these trips, freely signing books for all my young admirers, who would ask what my next one was about or tell me some little story about themselves. I didn't think I'd go on a tour for this one, though. I had a much better reason to stay home. Two of them, in fact. I still found it hard to believe that I had their mother's blessing on our relationship. Not many mothers would allow their sons to hang around with a confessed boy-lover, but that was exactly what she had done. I felt I owed her something for being so understanding, so I tried to think of something that would help her with raising two young boys. Cory and Chris would be starting school in a couple of weeks, the end of their ninth summer sadly coming to an end. When they came over I asked if their mother had bought them new school clothes yet, and both boys frowned disgustedly at me for reminding them of the dreaded end of their freedom before saying `no'. When I suggested a shopping trip into Chicago however, they both perked up, excited about a trip into the city even if it was for school clothes. I decided to take them to the State Street Mall, a huge building that took up almost an entire city block, soaring many floors into the air. We parked in a parking garage across the street, and even though the twins had lived on the north-side they gawked at the skyscraping buildings, craning their thin necks all the way back as they tried to see the tops. They had never been here before, since it was too expensive a place for their mother to shop. It was my first time here, also. I had never had a reason to visit, before. They both held my hands as we wormed our way through the bustling crowds, and occasionaly a passer-by would smile at the two adorable boys and then at me, obviously thinking I was the twins' father. Once inside the mall we found a directory, and the boys gaped at the huge selection of stores. I felt rather intimidated myself. I found the name of a rather upscale department store on the 7th floor, and we took an elevator up. Their eyes bugged out (and mine too) when they saw the size of the boys' department. We wandered about rather aimlessly until a saleswoman caught sight of the twins, obviously also seeing double sales. She was a college-age girl (whose name-tag said Dawn), and Cory and Chris were put at ease by her friendly manner as she judged their size with an expert eye and started displaying assorted clothes for their approval. The boys took up residence in the dressing room as the girl almost frantically brought item after item to them, taking some back when they made a sour face, setting some on a growing pile of keepers when they shrugged their consent. Cory seemed to favor Levi's blue-jeans, while Chris preferred Bugle Boy. I couldn't decide which I liked better as they modeled for me; both types showed off their backsides quite nicely. Neither boy was too particular about shirts, choosing multi-colored pullovers of several varieties. Everything looked good on them, but I liked them even better in just their white jockey-shorts as they dressed and undressed repeatedly. I recognized some of the designer-names from the Sunday papers. I always looked through the color pull-outs hoping to see a cute boy modeling swimwear or (rarely) underwear. Girls, however, seemed to far outnumber boys in that department, I lamented. Once we had quite a sizable collection, I told Dawn that that would be enough. She let out a breath of air, seeming regretful and relieved at the same time. The boys had given her a good workout. I watched as Chris and Cory pulled their own shorts and t-shirts back on, and as they were tying their shoes I asked them if they needed new underwear. Cory looked around to make sure the girl was busy before nodding yes. Underwear wasn't something they needed a girl's help with, evidently. I asked Dawn where the underwear section was and she pointed in it's general direction. She almost asked if we needed any help but Chris gave her a look that quite clearly meant they were capable of doing it themselves. She didn't mind, contenting herself with adding up the numerous price-tags as we wandered off. "She thinks you're our dad," Chris informed me, apparently having heard her thoughts. "I suppose we could pretend," I smiled at him, putting an arm around each of my identical friends. The boy hesitated a moment before asking, "Why don't you marry our mom? Then you could REALLY be our dad." His hopeful sincerity warmed my heart, and I hated to disappoint him. "It wouldn't be fair to your mom," I told him. He looked up at me and I could see he didn't understand. Surprisingly, Cory explained. "He means he likes us better than he likes our mom." I could see that Chris still didn't get it. "Your mother needs a man who would love her the same way that I love both of you," I elaborated. Chris frowned as he considered this, and finally realized I was talking about the sexual aspect of our relationship. He sighed, and I was as regretful as he was. We found the long aisle that displayed Jockey, Fruit-of-the-Loom, Fun-Pals and several other brands. While Cory and Chris browsed through them my mind imagined all the different sizes of boys that would fill the dimunitive briefs, which came in assorted colors, no less. Chris smiled at me knowingly, picking up my erotic thoughts, and I shrugged helplessly back. I saw a small section displaying a brand called Le' Tigre, and my heart-beat speeded up a bit as I realized they were bikini-briefs, the same as a man would wear only in boys' sizes. They didn't even have fly-fronts, since it was easier to just pull them down and piss. Cory sensed my excitement and came over to see what had my blood pounding. He snickered when he saw what I was looking at. "I don't have to be a mind-reader to know what YOU'RE thinking," he smirked, as Chris walked over to see what all the fuss was about. The thought of my sexy young friends wearing sexy little briefs beneath their new clothes made my dick swell with an erection, and Cory had to adjust his own little pecker, empathicly connected to my own. "Behave yourself," he admonished me, wagging his finger as I smiled guiltily. "Don't tease him, Cory," said his brother, defending my lustful desires. "He can't help it." Chris picked up a package and studied the designs on the small bikini-underpants. I saw one that came in a spotted leopard-skin print, and I immediately thought of Johnny Sheffield: `Boy' in the old Tarzan movies. Chris chuckled and pounded his chest. "You Tarzan! Me Boy!" he said, comically trying to deepen his treble voice. He looked at Cory and pointed. "Him Jane!" Cory rolled his eyes at me. My telepathic friend was making me even more embarrassed. "I'm sorry Tom," said Chris, smiling in spite of his apology as he realized he was doing what he had just told his brother not to do. "We'll wear 'em, if you really want us to. Won't we Cor?" Cory looked through the assortment and found some that were printed in army camoflauge. "Sure," he chirped. "These are cool! I can be Rambo!" He flexed his arm and displayed his wiry bicep. I watched as they picked out their choices, but now I started to wonder what their mother would think. I went over to the Jockey rack and took a couple packages of regular, colored underpants. When the twins looked at me curiously I ostensibly said, "We don't want your mom to think I'm turning you two into male-strippers or something." They laughed their high-pitched giggles and I joined in as we carried our plunder back to Dawn. The thought of them doing a strip-tease was an intriguing one, though. The boys watched in awe as the cash-register kept going and going and going...finally coming to a stop at well over five-hundred dollars. Their mouths dropped in shock as they watched me calmly hand over my gold-card, their eyes darting back in disbelief to the total on the machine. The girl read my name on the card and I saw her brow furrow in concentration. "Are you the children's author?" she asked finally. "Yes, I am." Already surprised by the amount of money I was spending on them, Cory and Chris were further impressed at my being recognized by a total stranger. I grinned to myself as I saw them speechless for the first time since I had known them. Dawn proceeded to tell us how her little brother had all of my books, and asked me to give my autograph for him. She gave me a blank piece of paper and told me to make it out to `Tony', which I did. Then she had me autograph the credit-slip as well, prudently tearing up the carbons. Cory finally found his voice and eagerly informed her that I had just finished another book, and I thought I detected a note of pride in his voice as he told Dawn to be sure and tell her brother about it. Dawn handed each of us a large shopping bag filled with our booty and gave us a very sincere thank-you as we walked off. The boys were having a hard time carrying the heavy bags, barely able to keep them off the floor. I considered offering to help but both of them shot me determined looks, Cory sensing my concern and Chris hearing it. They had to switch arms several times before we made it back to the car, where we put everything in the trunk. We walked down to the corner and had lunch at McDonald's, and I asked them what they wanted to do next. "Could we go to the top of the Sear's tower?" asked Cory, after a moments consideration. Chris nodded his eager approval of the idea. "Sure," I said. "I haven't been there for a while." We decided to walk the few blocks, since it was a nice day and it was easier than fighting traffic and finding another parking place. We were only half-way there, threading our way through the lunch-time crowds, when Chris started rubbing his temples as if he had a bad headache. "You ok?" I asked him, as we waited for a light to change so we could cross the street. "Yeah," he said, but his expression was rather pained. "It's all these people. They make a lot of noise up here." He pointed at his head. "Sometimes it's hard to block it out." I hadn't realized that his `receiver' might get scrambled from being in a crowd, with so many people's thoughts intent on hurrying or business. "Will you be all right?" He nodded grimly, and I could tell it was hard for him. "How about you?" I asked Cory. "I'm ok," he shrugged. "I can feel everyone's in a hurry, but it doesn't really bother me. I can block it better than Chris can, I guess, `cause I don't have to listen to them. He's the telepathetic one," he added, mispronouncing it once again, apparently on purpose. "TelePATHic!" Chris exclaimed, exasperated by his brother's attempt at humor. "That's what I said," Cory responded mildly, giving me an innocent look. His eyes were smiling, however. "Can't you feel his headache though?" I asked, remembering how Cory seemed to be `connected' to those he cared about, especially his twin. "I can tell his head hurts," he said, looking at his brother with some concern, "but I can kinda block it out, when I have to." "How come you don't `block it out' when I get a you-know-what?" I asked, as we crossed the street with the flow of people. Understanding that I meant how he always got a hard-on when I did, he said seriously, "That's different. That feels GOOD!" I couldn't think of any way to help his brother, so we continued on. We finally reached the world's tallest building and took what must have been the world's fastest elevator up to the observation deck. Our ears popped when we got there. Chris seemed more at ease now that we weren't in the middle of a crowd, and I gave both boys some change for the telescopes that were placed all along the windows. I pointed out some planes circling around O'hare airport, seeming to be at the same altitude as we were. It was a beautiful view, and the boys ran around eagerly pointing out all the landmarks. Cory placed his forehead against the window, staring wide-eyed at the ground far below, and I felt a stab of apprehension seeing him separated from the thin air outside by only a few inches of glass. Feeling my nervousness, the boy grinned at me devilishly and held his arms out, continuing to lean his head against the window and saying, "I'm flying!" He was a typical boy, in spite of his psychic abilities. When we had seen all there was to see I suggested, jokingly, that we walk down instead of taking the elevator. Both boys looked at me as if I had lost my mind, and I had to laugh. We plummeted down in the elevator and made faces trying to get our ears popped again. There were a few stores on the ground-level, and I saw something that gave me an idea. "If you listened to something on that," I said to Chris, pointing to a Walkman with headphones, "would that help you block out the crowds?" Chris considered this, and decided it might work. We went into the store and I asked Cory if he wanted one too, since I wanted to be fair about it, but surprisingly he said no. They weren't like other brothers, who felt a constant need to compete or have the same things that the other one had. So, with Chris wearing the headphones and listening to a radio station, we headed back out to the busy street. After a half-block, while Chris was singing along to some song that we couldn't hear, I poked him on the shoulder and he looked up at me, beaming his sunny smile. Evidently my idea had worked; the music gave him something else to listen to. When we got back to the car Chris slid next me, while Cory took the passenger seat. Chris took off the Walkman and wrapped his soft arms around my neck, planting a quick, moist kiss on my lips. "Thanks Tom," he said, smiling. "Yeah," echoed his brother. "Thanks for all the cool clothes and stuff." I smiled at both of them, letting them know I appreciated their thanks. I suppose some people might accuse me of trying to buy their affection with gifts, in the hopes of receiving sexual favors from them. The twins already liked me, however, and were quite aware that I was sexually attracted to them. My motives weren't nearly so devious. I simply wanted to buy them things to make them happy, to show that I loved them. In this regard, I'm no different than a man buying something for his wife or girlfriend (or boyfriend, for that matter). Back at home, we dumped all the new clothes at their house, and returned to my place to play the computer game. It was late in the afternoon, Susan would be home shortly, and we were all too tired to go swimming. I booted the computer and resumed the game where we had left off a few days ago, and Chris took up station at the keyboard while Cory went to the kitchen and came back with Cokes for them and a beer for me. He handed me the beer and sat on my lap, leaning back against me and eying my can hopefully, so I gave him a swallow and listened to the obligatory belch. He snuggled his small, warm body against me as we watched Chris play the game, giving occasional suggestions which Chris would then carry out. I wrapped my arms around the young boy in my lap, and he put his left arm fondly around my neck, filling my nostrils with sweet aroma of boy as he relaxed against me. I stroked his bare leg and he kicked off his sneakers, revealing his small, dainty feet and placing them up on the chair, exposing his tender thighs to my caresses. Running my hand over Cory's slender leg gave me an erection, naturally, and soon the boy had to tweak his own growing penis through his shorts, as he responded to my desire. I looked at his beautiful face, and his trusting smile seemed to draw my lips to his. I kissed him softly, lovingly, feeling his moist lips press against my own, filling me with a passion that seemed to be returned as I heard him moan slightly, his lips vibrating with the sound. I felt his mouth open, granting me access to the warm wetness within as I continued stroking his leg, my finger teasing against the small bulge of his scrotum hidden beneath his underpants. Cory seemed to be echoing my own need, wrapping both arms around me as we kissed deeply, slowly, our tongues dancing together as my other hand found it's way beneath his shirt. I had never kissed a boy this way before, and was surprised at how passionately he returned my oral caress. I realized he was empathically feeling my lustful love, and was reflecting it back at me mixed with his own desire. The result was a young boy of nine acting like a female in heat, his breath coming faster through his nostrils as my own increased as well. Pushing my fingers under his shorts, I squeezed the small hardness within and was rewarded with a sensual groan from the boy's mouth, fastened to my own. Then I heard a slight cough on my left, and remembered Chris. I pulled away from Cory, and both of us were panting, grinning with surprise at each other. Chris seemed to be pouting slightly, watching us. "What about me?" he said, sounding a little envious at all the attention his brother was receiving. I seemed to have an enviable dillemma of trying to figure out how to kiss a set of twins with only one mouth. "He's jealous," said Cory, appraising his brother. He didn't say it mockingly, though. "Am not!" Chris lied. If anyone could tell how he felt, Cory could. Chris realized he was wasting his time trying to fool us and shrugged, looking at the floor. It was flattering to realize that these non-competitive brothers could be possessive over ME! "I don't think all three of us could fit in this chair without falling over," I told them, making Chris grin a little at the thought. "We could go to your bedroom," Cory suggested not-so-innocently. Chris nodded his agreement, looking eager. I shrugged, trying to appear non-chalant but knowing that they were aware that I was as eager as they. I stood up with Cory in my arms and he wrapped his arms and legs around me as Chris followed us into the bedroom. I threw Cory on the bed and started tickling him, then I grabbed his brother and did the same. I wanted to keep things fun, yet also erotic. Lying alongside of Chris, I grabbed his thin wrists and pinned his arms over his head, tickling his belly and armpits. While Chris wiggled in glee, Cory -ever the mischevous one- grabbed hold of his brother's shorts and underpants and quickly pulled them off, leaving Chris naked from the waist down. I glanced at the stiff little boy-tool poking up from his pale groin and gave it a playful squeeze, making the boy giggle again. I started softly rubbing over his belly, then underneath his shirt, stroking over his stretched-out rib-cage and little nipples. When I released his arms he kept them over his head, enjoying the sensation of my stroking hand, a contented smile on his face. "Take off his shirt," Cory prompted, willing to expose his brother for everyone's enjoyment. Since Chris hadn't protested, I bundled his shirt up to his armpits and pulled it off over his head and arms. Chris remained lying there sedately, stretched out with one leg slightly bent outward, no longer ashamed or embarrassed at being naked in front of me. I had seen both of them nude several times now, after all. In fact, I think they were both quite pleased with the effect their smooth young bodies had on me, and the unique personalities contained within them made them even more special. `Kiss me like you did Cory,' I heard inside my head, as his brother laid down on the other side next to him. I pushed my right arm beneath Chris's shoulders and neck, lifting his head slightly as I lowered my own, watching his eyes close in anticipation. I brushed my lips softly against his own, and he giggled a little in response. His reaction would be different than Cory's, I could tell, since he lacked his brother's empathic ability to feel my passion and return it. He was a playful kitten, while Cory was the aggresive tiger. It required a mental adjustment to my love-making, so I playfully pecked at his lips while my left hand roamed over the boy's bare front, occasionaly going low enough to stroke over his little hard-on and balls. Sticking my tongue out I licked across his lips, and his own tongue came out to say hello. As I explored inside his mouth, breathing in his sweet boy-breath, I could tell he was getting into it now. No longer giggling, he was making little grunts of pleasure as I continued petting his smooth skin, feeling his body squirm in pleasure. My hand unexpectedly met another one on Chris's chest, as Cory started massaging the nude boy between us. Breaking off our kiss, I moved down to his chest and flicked my tongue across his left nipple before closing my lips on the erect little flesh-bud and sucking on it. I was amazed to hear soft moans of ecstacy inside my head; apparently Chris was unintentionally broadcasting his pleasure. I felt the boy's back arch and a soft `oooh' escape his lips, and when I looked down between his legs I saw that Cory had moved between them and was now sucking on his brother's penis. Startled at the sight of the stiff little organ being sucked happily into his mouth, I had to stop what I was doing and watch for a few seconds. Cory noticed me looking at him and took his lips off of his brother long enough to smile at me before going back to work. I had to remind myself that these weren't a couple of naive nine-year-olds; they had been exposed to the full range of human feelings and desires since infancy, and had seemingly experimented on each-other. Since Cory seemed quite experienced at what he was doing, I moved back to Chris's mouth. I wanted to be kissing him when he came, and to feel his young body writhe in pleasure. As my tongue again entered between his lips he wrapped his arms tightly around my neck, kissing me almost as passionately as Cory had. While I fingered his stiff little-boy tits, I could feel his body arching and pushing, rythmically pumping in sexual abandon, as Cory and I made love to him. I was totally unprepared for what happened next. All the while, I had been hearing his little moans being broadcast telepathically. When the boy climaxed, it was as if I was feeling it with him, as waves of pulsating pleasure filled my head in a burst of pure, youthful joy, echoed by the quivering body in my arms. I heard Cory and myself moaning along with him, as we both felt Chris's dry orgasm. Almost as quickly as it started it was over. "Wow," was all I could say as I looked in awe at the panting boy spread out on my bed. "It's neat how he does that, huh?" said Cory, grinning widely above his brother's wet little dick, which was slowly lowering itself after it's amazing feat. Chris opened his eyes and smiled happily at me, glad that he could now share his orgasms with someone other than his brother. "You can suck me, if you want," Cory told me impishly, playing with his brother's now shrunken penis. "Wait a minute," Chris said, cocking his head. "Mom's home. She's on her way over here." Cory frowned, as dissapointed as I was. I looked admiringly at the nude boy lying so relaxed on my bed. "You better get dressed," I told him. Even if Susan didn't mind our fooling around I didn't feel comfortable having her see us like this. "Why?" said Chris mischevously, stretching himself out comfortably and making no move to do what I said. Instead of saying something typically adult, like `Because I said so', I simply grabbed the boy and flipped him over on his stomach across my legs, giving his bare butt a few slaps until he laughingly gave up. Susan knocked just as he finished dressing and we all went out to greet her. "Hi guys," said Susan as the boys hugged her hello. Chris asked if she had seen all their new clothes. "Yes, I did. You're spoiling them again Tom," she said with mock seriousness. I could tell she appreciated it, though. "I don't know how to thank you." "Have him over for dinner," Cory suggested with a shrug. His simple solution met with approval from us all, and a short while later we enjoyed a delicious meal of spaghetti and meatballs. During dinner, an idea began to take shape in my head as I watched the boys slurping up strings of spaghetti. Chris picked up my thought and looked at me in astonishment. "You want to write a book about us?" he asked, his eyes wide. "Chris!" his mother admonished, realizing he must have been reading my mind since I hadn't said anything. "It's alright Susan," I assured her. "I'm used to it by now." They were all looking at me now, wondering if Chris's remark was accurate, so I explained. "Well, maybe not about you, but kind of based on you. It would be a story about two boys like yourselves, but the rest would be made up. I'm thinking kind of like a sword and sorcery type book. Fantasy." A couple of my books had been set in medieval times, so I felt confident of being able to create a made-up world based on that era. I looked at Cory and Chris and was pleased to see their eyes wide, flattered speechless about having a book based on them. "You mean there'd be magic and stuff?" asked Cory finally. "Can we help?" his brother asked eagerly. "I'll be a magician-prince and a warrior," said Cory boastfully. "Me too!" echoed Chris. "But I was born first, so that means I get to be king when the old one dies." "Hey, wait a minute," argued Chris. Susan rolled her eyes at me as if to say, `See what you've started?' "Hold on you two," I cut in, heading off any further argument. "I'm the writer here, remember?" They both grinned at me sheepishly. "It's just an idea right now, but I'll let you know what I come up with." We finished our dinner and the boys cleared the table, while I took a seat on the couch. Once everything was in the dish-washer the boys joined me while Susan went off to take to take a shower. We watched old reruns on Nickleodeon again, but my mind was elsewhere, going through possible plots for the story. Once in a while Chris would look at me, hearing the ideas in my head and wanting to comment, but he politely remained silent, not wanting to interrupt me. When Susan returned I thanked her for the dinner and said goodnight, since I wanted to get home and start writing things down. The boys kissed me goodbye, obviously wondering where my story would take them but remaining silent, afraid to disrupt my `creative juices'. I finished a rough outline for the book that night, surprising myself at how easy it was. I usually took a few months break between books, but this one seemed to be rolling out quickly. I guess I was doubly inspired. Authors note: Keeps going and going and going...I'll finish it one of these days. Thanks for everyone's patience and encouragement. Randu --