This is my first story as The The Carnal Quill, written especially for Mr. Double's web pages. You may have read some of my other writings over the past few years, posted on alt.sex.stories under the pen name Magic Wand. "Emily and the Twins" is an experimental story for me (I hope you don't mind being experimented on), written completely from a female's point of view. This was a challenge for me, since I am male and do not CURRENTLY have the services of a like-minded female to consult with (yes, ladies, that WAS a hint ). Never the less, I hope you find the story believable and enjoyable.

What kind of stories can you expect from me in the future? Basically, stories similar to the one you are about to read. Stories about exploration and discovery among young people just on the verge of puberty, when the pleasures that sex brings are so very new and wonderful - yet tragically, so rarely discovered in time. You will find touches of humor and whimsy, with adult characters few and far between. My stories are generally short and get straight to the action. Forget the fluff - 99% of you scroll over it anyway .

I am not a prolific author (expect a story every month or two), but popular demand might encourage me to spend more time at the keyboard. So write to me at the link provided, anonymously if you wish, and let me know what you think of my stories. I am always open to constructive criticism and new story ideas, and will make every effort to respond to those who wish to open a dialogue.

Pleasant Reading,

CQ
6/30/97

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Emily and the Twins

Chapter One

Thirteen-year-old Emily clenched her thighs together, enjoying the flash of pleasure that shot through her body. Her heartbeat and breathing quickened in response, but she tried to suppress them in fear that her two young charges might notice something strange about her. Not so easy to suppress were the tiny tickles deep inside her loins as her vaginal tissues began to seep lubrication into her virgin love canal.

The object of her discomfort, pleasurable though it was, was eleven-year-old Andre sitting on the sofa immediately to her left. The boy was rubbing his erect penis through the fabric of his sweat pants, apparently oblivious to the eyes of his babysitter and his twin sister seated on the other side of her. Emily had first noticed this behavior a few minutes before, shortly after his little hand had fallen lightly onto her thigh. At first, she had thought it an innocent move since they were all snuggling together against the evening chill, but now she knew otherwise after he had begun rubbing himself.

Since Emily was a head taller than the boy was, she could look down into his lap without his noticing. She felt embarrassed for him, but couldn't stop herself. He must not have been wearing any underwear, she observed, because his penis seemed to be sticking straight up as his thumb ran up and down the near side and his fingers did the same to the other. His eyes were glassy and staring as the flickering light from the television reflected off them and his pale, freckled face.

A quick flick of her eyes told her that Andrea had also noticed the movement and was watching intently. The hand on her thigh became warm and damp as it rubbed the bare skin below her loose shorts while his other hand began to move more quickly and regularly along his short erection.

With a shock, Emily felt another small hand land on her opposite thigh as Andrea adjusted herself to better watch her twin's show. Her heart nearly lodged in her throat as the girl started to imitate her brother's movement along Emily's soft skin. The combined stimulation sent Emily's glands into overdrive and she could feel her juices starting to flow down her love canal, and she knew her panties would soon be wet.

Emily wanted to get up and run to the bathroom, but she couldn't move. Her clitoris was swollen and begging for attention, but she was afraid even to squeeze her thighs together again in fear that the children would misinterpret it as rejection on her part, and she didn't want to hurt their feelings or make them think she was a prude.

Emily battled with the thought of gently stopping the boy, thinking that in her position of responsibility his mother might expect her to. But truth to tell, Emily had been masturbating almost nightly for at least a year and believed there was nothing wrong with it. She didn't want to become a hypocrite quite yet. That was for adults. Besides, she was an only child of a divorced mother and had never dated or even babysat before. Thus, she had never seen a boy's penis, much less a boy masturbating, and was immensely curious and aroused by it.

So Emily sat and gritted her teeth as she felt her wetness escape into her panties. Immediately, she smelled her light musky scent and blushed with embarrassment. She hoped the kids wouldn't notice, or know what it was if they did. Her chest began to ache with affection for Andre, and she wanted to grab him, hug him tight, and kiss him all over his sweet face. She wanted him to know that what he was doing was OK with her, that she understood his need. But she just sat still and watched, afraid to distract the boy and spoil everything for him.

Andre's nostrils flared as Emily's scent reached them, and he inhaled deeply. His left hand began to jack his little hard-on very quickly while his right hand involuntarily clutched at Emily's thigh. His eyes closed and his breathing turned into short, sharp gasps. Emily heard Andrea's breathing quicken as well, her knees beginning to swing in and out as she watched Andre's pleasure build. Out of the corner of her eye, Emily saw her place her free hand to her own crotch and squeeze her thighs tightly around it.......(cont)