____________________________ | | /)| 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 Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun (F-m-teen, inc, weird) by Rhymer (c) 1996 * (A new take on double penetration!) I've always enjoyed sex, ever since I lost my cherry at age 12 to the neighborhood paperboy. Unfortunately, I've never been able to score very often; I don't want to come across as a slut, and I'm no raving beauty, so the dry spells between sexual interludes are often months long. I broke up with my last boyfriend three months ago, and he was something of a prude anyway, so lately I've been satisfying myself with my fingers and whatever handy tubular foreign object comes to hand. All that changed in a big way last week. In a house as small as ours, privacy isn't really an issue: it just doesn't exist. We've only the one bathroom, and we share it the best we can-still, when nature calls, one often doesn't bother to check to see if it's occupied first. I've walked in on family members in the bathroom a number of times before, so it was no surprise to accidentally barge in on my fourteen year old brother Jeremy as he was stepping out of the shower. I hurriedly averted my eyes from his nude form; then something odd registered, and I had to turn back to stare. I thought I was seeing double for a minute, then realized I wasn't: it was true. Dangling there at the juncture of my brother's thighs were two perfectly formed penises. Not one, but two, separated by maybe an inch of flesh at their bases. A nicely bulging ballsack hung below. My eyes widened as he hurriedly covered himself with a towel, and his face reddened. "I'm in here, dammit," he growled. "Uh-I can see that. Sorry." I quickly backed out and made my way back to my room, my mind a whirl of thoughts-some of them carnally speculative. Two cocks...! An interesting deformity, that one. It really got me wondering. As far back as I can recall, I'd never seen Jeremy nude; and maybe he's made a special effort to avoid that because of his, um, differences. Hell, I'd never even wasted a thought toward my brother's sexual equipment. He's a nice looking kid, and I'd abstractly noticed the bulge in his SpeedoÕs at the beach, but only to the extent of thinking that he was somewhat well hung for his age (little did I know). I mean, I'd never considered him a potential sex partner-he's my brother, for God's sake. But two pricks, two throbbing erections to satisfy a girl... I couldn't get it out of my head. I knew that it was perverse, I couldn't even *think* of having sex with my underage brother, but I'm your average hot and horny 16 year old girl, and after months without it my slit was begging for a guy's cock. Any guy's cock. I held out for three days, but when I found myself masturbating to thoughts of fucking Jeremy and then having graphic 3dreams about the very same thing, I knew what I had to do. I was gonna seduce my little brother. Wouldn't be too hard, I figured. I know he liked to take little peeks at me and to walk in on me while *I* was showering, so I figured he had the hots for me already. Boy, was I ever right! The fourth day after I caught my brother exiting the shower was a Saturday, and I was in luck. My mother works Saturdays, and Dad really enjoys trout fishing, so for several hours in the afternoon we had the house to ourselves. Jer had a pile of homework he needed to finish so he could stay overnight with a friend, and as for me-well, I had a bit of "homework" too, if you catch my drift. I dressed in my shortest short-shorts and the tightest halter top I had, and drifted around the kitchen performing chores while Jeremy sat at the dining table and did his schoolwork. More flesh was exposed than covered. Poor kid-his attention was anywhere but on his texts. I made sure I reached and stretched and bent over a lot in front of him, so that he could see every inch of what he was missing. Once, as I helped him work out a math problem, I caught him staring at the taut little valley of my cleavage. The knowledge that I was turning on my own little brother was so erotic that my nipples hardened in an instant, a fact that did not escape his notice. He flushed bright red and looked away. Finally, I finished my "chores" and went back to my room, where I rubbed my hot slit until I was nice and gooey. Then I took down my old cheerleader's outfit from last year, the one that's a tiny bit tight now that I've grown in the chest and hips; my height's increased significantly, too, so the short is naughtily short. I conveniently "forgot" to put on my bloomers, and my steamy pussy felt great in the open air. I was gonna give my brother a show he'd never forget. As I swayed into the kitchen, Jeremy looked up, and I saw his eyes widen. I'd made sure my nips were nice and hard before I entered the room, and of course my outfit's skirt barely covered my crotch. "I was thinking of trying out for cheerleading squad again this year," I told him. "Whaddaya think?" I struck a provocative pose, hands on my hips, my hips thrust to one site. Jeremy's eyes were glued to the juncture of my thighs, which was just barely covered with a thin layer of blue cloth. "Uhhh...sounds great," he said after a long pause. "Wanna watch me do some routines? I'm a little rusty, and I could use some pointers." "Yeah, sure." We retired to the living room, where I proceeded to do the typical rah-rah yeah-team exercises, making sure he caught the occasional glimpses of my unclad crotch. After about five minutes of this he was looking mighty uncomfortable, and I saw that he was surreptitiously rubbing his crotch. It looked like he had a football stuffed into his jeans, he was so big. Finally I took pity on him and walked over to him. "You poor thing," I said softly, ogling his crotch. "Did I cause that?" "Y-yeah." His voice was shaky with lust and nervousness. "Gosh, I didn't mean to," I lied. The I said, as if a realization had struck me, "Oh, was it *this* that got you all hot and bothered?" I lifted my skirt, fully exposing my cunt to his lecherous gaze. My juices glistened in the tawny hair that encircled my nether lips. "Oh God," he groaned. "It was, wasn't it?" I shook my head sadly. "Gosh, I usually don't wear underwear, and I just forgot..." I put on a stern expression. "You're a bad boy, you know that? You shouldn't be thinking such thoughts about your horny sister. You'll just have to be punished." With that, I reached down and gripped the tab of his zipper. I pulled it down slowly, a wicked grin on my face. "Guess I'll just have to give you a tongue-lashing you'll never forget." I thought the poor kid was gonna faint before I could get his pants off him; I practically had to do everything myself. At last, though, his meaty equipment was exposed to my gaze: two thick seven inch cocks, one above the other, the lower one arcing slightly to the left. I massaged his scrotum with one hand as I stared, and I could feel not one but *four* testicles floating around in there. Four balls! The kid must constantly be randy as a Billy goat! I was in sexual heaven. All I could do was gasp; speech was beyond be at the moment. Misinterpreting my reaction, Jeremy revived then, and tried to pull his pants back up. "I-we can't..." His face screwed up, and I thought he was going to cry. "We can't do this, Mandy, it's wrong, and I don't want anyone to see me naked anyway. I'm d-deformed!" I found my voice. Indignantly, I stated, "No way, Jer, you're not deformed! You're just twice as lucky as most guys! What a girl couldn't give to have two big cocks on the same guy! You're going to make some woman very happy someday." I bent over and kissed the tip of his upper prick, thinking, *But your gonna make me happy first.* "You really think so?" He asked. By way of answer, I slid my mouth down over his lower cock while jacking the other with my left hand. His organ was nice and thick, and I'm no deep throater, but I was able to take more than half of it. I gave his the special Mandy tongue treatment, and had him groaning and writhing in no time. Virgin that he was, he came within five minutes, soothing the back of my throat with a thick burst of heavy cream, while simultaneously soaking my hand and hair with the cum from his other prick. I could feel the passion building in my own loins, and knew I'd come with or without a cock really soon. But I wanted to feel my brother's twin tools inside me before I came myself, and I hoped that his double serving of manhood would serve me in good stead. It did. His cocks wilted a little, but my slick pumping hands soon had him flagpole hard again. "That was great," he groaned, as I bent and kissed his sweaty forehead. "Your a real stud," I said. "I bet you're horny all the time. You're a virgin, right?" "So far," he grinned. "Um, poor you. You must have to jack off a lot just to stay sane." He nodded. "Four or five times a day. It just kinda hit me last year, when my voice started to change. Sometimes I get so horny at school I have to go to the boy's room and stroke my cocks." "Like this?" I giggled, jacking him slowly. "Ohhhh...it feels so much better when you do it..." I decided it was time. I flipped up my skirt and climbed on top of his lap. This was gonna be *fun*! I grabbed my brother's muscular shoulders and eased my throbbing fuckhole down over the foremost of his two cocks, the one furthest away from his belly. He groaned lustily and started working it in and out of me; I could feel his other come-slickened shaft rubbing up and down my tummy, teasing my clit. It felt great, but it wasn't what I had in mind; I just needed that big thing nice and lubed, and my gooey pussy-juice was just the thing. I had something better in mind. He moaned in disappointment when I pulled my cunt up off his hard shaft, but when I scooted my butt forward and sat down on his *other* cock he got the message. "B-both?" I just nodded and I felt the first cock, the once I'd just lubricated, slip into the crack of my ass as I sank down on his second big tool. He helpfully grabbed my ass, gasping, and pulled the moons of my buttcheeks apart. Shortly thereafter, I felt the incredible sensation of Jeremy's meaty secondary cock probing at my asshole, while his other erection throbbed deep in my pussy! I very carefully reached back with my left hand and placed his cockhead at the portal of my browneye. Then, rocking slightly backward, I forced the mushroom-shaped head of that fuckrod past the puckered lips of my anus. "Ah, God!" I cried as I felt it go inside me. It was the very first time I'd ever been ass-fucked, and it felt fantastic! Given the weird angle of penetration he couldn't get more than a few inches into my ass at any time, but it was enough to have me coming in five seconds flat. I shrieked and drove myself deeper onto his cocks, eliciting a gurgling moan from my brother. After my first come had passed I established a rocking rhythm that had me alternately bobbing up and down on my mutant brother's primary and secondary cocks. Only a few centimeters of slippery flesh separated his pounding pillars of fuckflesh, filling me up fuller than I've ever been before, and less than five minutes later I popped off again. Jeremy had pulled my tits out of my blouse and I could feel his helpful lips slurping on my sensitive nipples, sending sweet little pangs of sensuality straight to my widely-stretched cunt and clit. Jeremy came with me then, splashing thick rivers of semen deep into both of my holes. Thanks to my brother's unusual physiology, he was able to keep at it for hours-I mean, hell, he had two full sets of equipment, and both of them worked. I must have come at least ten imes, and I know he filled me up with spunk twice more. We stopped only when we heard Mom's car door slam; I jerked my well-fucked pussy and ass off his thick cocks and quickly helped his buckle his own pants and straighten up the room, hiding the evidence. The smell of lust and semen I could do little about; I sprayed a bit of potpourri about and hoped the air conditioning was doing its job. I don't think Mom suspected a thing-at least not right then. In the eight days since our first liaison, my brother and I have managed to sneak in at least one quick fuck a day, and we intend to make it a lifelong habit if we can. Dad, of course, remains oblivious, but we're not sure about our mother-last Thursday, just before Mom got home, Jeremy bent me over the washing machine and double-fucked me there with his pants down around his ankles. Mom entered the house within a minute after we were done, and I have a sneaky suspicion that she witnessed at least part of our encounter. I guess it's up to me to find out; once I get up the nerve I'll brace her about it, and invite her into the action. After all, what woman could resist two hard, pounding cocks on one guy, even if it is her son-if nothing else, I'm counting on her curiosity to draw her in! THE END