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Archive name: shelly1.txt (Mf, ped, inc, voy)
Authors name: GM (gauismarius@hotmail.com)
Story title : Shelly and Jake - Part 1
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Shelly and Jake - Part 1
by GM (gauismarius@hotmail.com)
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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
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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.
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