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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Shelly and Jake - Part 1 by GM (gauismarius@hotmail.com) *** It had been months since Jake Blackwood had been left alone with his ten year old step sister, weeks and weeks of unqualified torture while he awaited his chance to indulge himself in her tender young girl- flesh... (Mf, ped, inc, voy) *** The following story depicts explicit sexual contact between adult and under aged participants. Those offended by graphic descriptions of pedophilic/ incestuous relationships should read no further. This is entirely a work of fantasy, and does not advocate the abuse of minors in any way, shape or form. All characters and events represented herein are completely fictional. *** "You ready yet?" Jake Blackwood gazed in at his little sister, his tall, lanky figure slumping against the bedroom door. It was getting on towards ten-thirty and Shelly was still dawdling about in front of the mirror. Newly emerged from the bathroom, she stood in the middle of the room, brushing the knots out of her long, damp hair. Pausing in mid-stroke, she glanced over to her step-brother, upturning her pretty face to meet his lazy, rakish smile. "The party's not 'til this afternoon," she replied with a shrug, "I got ages yet." Her frost-blue eyes were large but unconcerned; birthdays were no big deal for her. Jake made a big production of looking at his watch, although his gaze was actually wandering over her sleek, nude figure. She was ten years old, her body ripening with the first signs of puberty. Jake's attention strayed down her torso, taking in her huge, red nipples, her softly pouting labia. "Gotta be there by twelve," he reminded her, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his brown bomber jacket. "That's plenty of time," she said, unconcerned. Looking back to the mirror, she raised the brush to her tangled blond locks and resumed reaming out the snarls. Jake made himself comfortable against the doorframe, intent on enjoying the show. He hadn't really expected her to be ready so early in the day; he just wanted an excuse to come upstairs see her naked. Shelly's body was a thing of exquisite beauty; soft and lush and ravishingly pure. The sight of her plump little vulva never failed to arouse him: even now, he could feel his manhood bulging with anticipation. He'd been rather fortunate that Tracy Nesmith's birthday party coincided with his parent's trip to Boston, otherwise they would have taken Shelly with them. It had been nearly two months since he'd been left alone with her, and he'd grown feverish with lust in the mean time. All the same, he couldn't just throw her onto the bed and lay her like a human sword-sheath. There were certain procedures he had to follow, protocols he had to observe. Sex was always a complicated matter, no matter how old the participants. He'd have to be patient, wait his chance to indulge himself in her tender young girl flesh. With any luck, he wouldn't be waiting too long. "What did you get for Tracy?" He asked, studying the bright pink opening of her vagina. Her cleft blazed like a wild strawberry, poised and moist and inviting. Jake's breath shortened to quick, shallow spurts. For a moment, he could almost feel his index finger slipping over those tightly pursed lips, making her eyelids flicker in surprise. He adjusted his stance once again, looking for a comfortable position. Felt like he had a frigging redwood taking root down there. "I got her that new Sixties Barbie," Shelly answered, oblivious of his roving stare, "the one with the knee boots and the rainbow dress." Silhouetted against the bedroom window, her skin glowed with a subtle rose hue. Her slim white tummy curved gently at the waist, as smooth as polished marble. She stepped a little closer to the mirror, redistributing her weight to her left side. Jake craned his neck for a better view, noting for the first time that she was still slightly wet from the bath. A fine layer of mist covered her golden torso, glittering in the filtered sunlight. A large silver droplet clung to one nipple, trembling at the very tip. Meanwhile, Shelly was chirping on about Tracy Nesmith's doll collection, rolling out an extensive catalogue of every Barbie ever produced in the history of the universe. Jake wasn't following the conversation; his attention had been irrevocably diverted. The nipple-bead filled his entire consciousness. Eyes slitted with concentration, he drew his tongue slowly across his lips, waiting for the drop to fall. The suspense was agonizing. It teetered at the sheer cusp of gravity, suspended by some process unknown to Newtonian physics. Jake began to doubt his sanity: the droplet seemed to swell and recede with every breath she took. He wanted to stretch her out on the bed and close his mouth over that huge, engorged nipple; feel her gasp and squirm as he sucked it hard between his razor-edged teeth. I'm going crazy, Jake thought, struggling to control his shaking hands. His belly was clutching in the throws of a titanic erection. Cold sweat coated his face, chest and shoulders. The room was full of her scent, a pungent blend of mint, lavender and pre- pubescent girl-thing. His eyes darted down between her thighs, seeking out the source of the aroma. Her pert young pussy was peeling back almost imperceptibly, the crimson lips glistening with moisture. Jake clenched his fists inside his jacket, wrestling with his libido. This was torture. Pure, unqualified torture. If he didn't have her soon - Shelly winced as the brush snagged a particularly obstinate knot (owwww!). Jake almost collapsed with relief; this was the excuse he'd been waiting for. The invitation had been offered - unknowingly, he suspected - but it had been offered all the same. He had to seize the opportunity while the door was still open. "Want me to do that?" Jake asked, modulating his tone to make it sound like a favor. "Yeah, OK," Shelly agreed without a second thought. Jake walked to the bed as if by some prearranged signal, where he seated himself with an air of benign indulgence (careful to avoid the party dress and white cotton panties laid out on the coverlet). His pulse jumped into overdrive as she padded bare-legged over to relinquish the brush into his fingers. His weapon was literally pounding in expectation, the shaft hardening to granite consistency. It took all of his strength to hold himself in check. He had to take his time with her, proceed with caution. He didn't want to scare her off, not when she was so near, so close, so... available. Shelly halted a few inches in front of him, turning around to face the mirror. Peering over her shoulder, Jake studied her reflection, drinking in her luscious, rounded form. She stood with her hands by her side and her right foot slightly forward. Her posture was completely relaxed: Jake had brushed her hair at least a thousand times before. He was her step brother; this was nothing unusual. "All right, then," he said, placing a light hand on her waist. Her flesh felt indescribably smooth beneath his fingertips... TO BE CONTINUED... Email me for next installment. gm@mrdouble.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 27