Copyright © 1998, Carnal Quill. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com. 7th Heaven: One Stormy Night By The Carnal Quill It seemed that the storm had reserved its most fearsome power to throw at the Camden residence this night. In one darkened upstairs bedroom, two small figures huddled under the blankets of their bunk beds. For the two youngest children in the house, sleep was impossible. Young imaginations ran wild with an assortment of childish horrors as the swirling winds caused tree limbs to cast dancing shadows onto the walls of their bedroom. Rain relentlessly pelted their window, adding a sinister cadence to the melancholy wailing of the winds. A flash of lightning lit the room brightly for an instant, giving vivid detail to the claw-like images along the walls. A few seconds later, a loud crash of thunder caused the children to jump with fright. In the lower bunk, the smallest of the two sat bolt upright with a startled scream that was quickly drowned by the thunder's rolling reverberations. Ruthie was six years old and this was the worst storm she had ever experienced in her whole life, she was sure of that. Her only comfort during this long night had been that her big brother Simon lay in the bunk right above hers and she knew with a child's impenetrable certainty that he wouldn't let anything hurt her. But she was still scared, tired and frustrated at not being able to just sleep through it all. Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes and she began to sob. She felt ashamed of herself for breaking down, but she had been brave all night and everything had just built up inside her until she couldn't hold it in anymore. Then she realized how good it felt to let it all out, so she buried her face in her hands and began to cry. In the bunk above her, a blonde head emerged from beneath a crumpled mound of blankets. Simon, at 12, had been through a few more storms than had his little sister. Still, he'd been unnerved by this particular storm as well. His own fears had suddenly been overwhelmed by a fierce protectiveness when he heard his sister scream in terror during the last thunderclap. As the bed began to shake with her sobbing, he knew his services as a big brother were required. Leaning over the outer edge of his bed, he looked down to see his sister sitting up with her face in her hands. He could tell that she was trying to muffle her sobs so they wouldn't disturb him, and his heart melted at the sight. "Ruthie?" Simon asked, "Ruthie, are you OK?" Sob, sob, sniffle. "Y-yeah." Sniffle. "You know I won't let anything hurt you, don't you?" Simon asked to reassure her. "Y-yeah." Sniffle. Her tear-filled dark eyes looked up to meet his gentle emerald ones. "I-I'm s-sorry if I w-woke y-you up." Simon gave her a rye grin in the dim light. "Believe me, I was already awake." "Oh." Suddenly, a long flash of lightening eerily illuminated the room again. The children looked at each other, dreading what they knew would follow. The next crash of thunder made the former one seem like a short whisper. Both children jerked with fright in spite of having prepared themselves for the noise. Simon, in his precarious position, nearly fell off of his bunk. Ruthie's face crumbled, and she began to cry again. Simon was trembling, too, but he drew strength from his feeling of big-brotherly responsibility. He knew it was up to him to calm his terrified little sister. Throwing off his blankets, he climbed down the short ladder and sat on the lower bunk next to his sister. He took her into his arms and held her as she cried. As he held her wet face against his chest and caressed her shaking little back and shoulders, he was surprised by how nice and warm her little body felt as it pressed against his own. When he leaned down to kiss her head through its mop of dark curls and smelled the scent of her shampoo. He began to gently rock her back and forth like his mom had done for him when he was a child. When Ruthie had cried herself out, she looked into his eyes through her tears. "Simon, would you stay down here and sleep in my bed with me?" She asked plaintively. Simon was a little taken aback, and thoughts of what his friends would think if they found out flashed through his mind. But the feel of his little sister's warm body pressed snugly against his was somehow comforting to him, too. He also felt that it was his duty as a big brother to do all that he possibly could to care for Ruthie. "OK. No problem, Ruthie. And I promise that nobody's going to hear about this from me, OK?" Ruthie gave him a smile. "Thanks, Simon. And they sure won't hear it from me, either!" Simon felt a great deal of relief, so he pulled her close to him and gave her a big hug. "OK, then, let's get some sleep." The two children lay down next to each other in Ruthie's nice warm bed and pulled the covers over themselves. Hugging each other tightly, they closed their eyes and were soon asleep. The wind howled, the rain pounded down, and thunder crashed in the sky. But the two youngest Camden children, feeling safe and comforted in each other's arms, were oblivious to it all. * * * Ruthie drifted toward wakefulness. The house was quiet now. She smiled with the knowledge that the storm had given up trying to tear down her house and had moved on. She was feeling a warm glow throughout her entire body and felt very content, wrapped snuggly in her sleeping brother's arms. She pulled him more tightly against her as she felt her affection for him well up inside her heart. As she snuggled closer, though, she felt a strange sensation begin between her tiny legs and shoot through the rest of her little body. It felt awesome, like a little spark had lit in her cunny and sent a jolt of warmth through the rest of her. Like when she rubbed herself between her legs, only better. Then she noticed that something warm and throbbing was pressing along the crack of her pussy. She wiggled her hips a little, and was rewarded by another spark and glow of pleasure. Wow, this was neat! She could feel her little button getting all hard and tingly. She began a continuous grinding motion with her hips, sending a steady stream of pleasure through her excited little body. Dimly, she realized that her nightie had bunched up around her waist to expose her naked, hairless little cunny. That's what had caused her to come into such delicious contact with whatever she was rubbing against herself. She couldn't quite figure out what this mysterious new toy could be. She knew it must be part of Simon, but she couldn't imagine what it could be. After treating herself to a few more wonderful jolts of pleasure, she decided to investigate. She was still locked in Simon's embrace, and could tell by his breathing that he was still asleep. She wondered if he had felt what she had been doing, and if it had felt as good to him. She guessed not, since he probably would have woken up if it did. He was a very sound sleeper, though. She freed an arm from around his body and leaned back a little so that she could reach down and examine her new friend. She drew in her breath when she felt a hard little rod about four inches long and about as thick around as a nickel. It was velvety soft along the surface, but rock-hard underneath. As her fingers traveled along it to the tip she felt a spongy, mushroom shape there. Simon moaned softly in his sleep when she gently squished it between her fingers, and the little rod jerked a couple of times in response. When she was satisfied she hadn't awakened the older boy, she felt along the mysterious wand in the other direction until she felt it disappear into the fly of his pajamas. Emboldened by her growing curiosity and by Simon's continued slumber, she reached inside to continue her carnal exploration. The soft warm stalk ended at his smooth, hairless abdomen. She gently grazed her little fingers over his creamy young skin until they came across a cool, squishy sac. It was loose and wrinkly, but very, very soft. Softer than velvet. Inside, she could feel two small, egg-shaped things about an inch long and half as wide. She smiled and rolled them around gently until Simon moaned again. The little girl felt absolutely no hair at all. Her brother was completely smooth and bald between his legs, just like her. Now Ruthie knew what the instrument of her pleasure had been - Simon's dick. And the sack underneath was his balls. She hadn't been born yesterday, after all. She wished she could get a good look at this mysterious device, but was afraid to take the covers off. Simon was sleeping like a rock, but he might get cold. Besides, she'd caught glimpses of it when she'd peeked at him while he was changing his clothes. It had always been soft and little as it jiggled around in the open air. She never knew that it could get hard like this, and wondered why it did. She grew a little worried at the sudden realization that maybe there was something wrong with it. She hoped not. Maybe it was kind of like when her little button got all hard and tingly when she was rubbing it against Simon's dick a little while ago. She was eager to feel it between her legs again, so after she'd felt all there was to feel down there, she again wrapped her arm around him and pulled her pelvis against him. She sighed softly when the hard rod was again pressed tightly against her tiny cunny, making her tingle all over. Ruthie closed her eyes and began to rub her bald, warm cunny along his hard little penis. She felt her little button swell even harder and poke out of her cunny lips. It scraped along the soft underside of his rod, sending a huge jolt of pleasure through her. Heat flooded through her little body, and she gasped, hardly believing that the pleasure she had first felt could have become even better. A lot better! She began to concentrate on making sure her little button was in full contact the whole way up and down his dick. Even his cool little balls felt wonderful when her little button scraped across them. Her breathing became fast and ragged as she pleasured herself with more and more energy against her sleeping big brother. Suddenly, she felt moisture appear between her cunny lips. She knew it was that gooey stuff that came out when she rubbed her button. A moment later, she heard squishy sounds from the creamy moisture applying itself to Simon's rod as she ran her cunny along it. She sighed softly as the juice lubricated their skin, making the rubbing feel better and better. She continued to grind her hips against him, lost in pleasures she had never known were even possible. Simon sighed and his little hips began to push back against hers. At first Ruthie thought that he'd awoken and was pushing her away, but he just hugged her more tightly and started to move his pelvis in sync with hers. The pleasure flooding Simon's brain from the sexual contact worked its way into his subconscious. The murky, vague images that inhabited the dream world of his young boy-mind coalesced into the naked young body of Lisa Cummings, the cute little girl who had three classes with him and whom he'd been secretly admiring since the beginning of seventh grade. Simon dreamed that he and Lisa were suddenly in bed together, naked. Her smooth young body was pulled tightly against his own, and he could feel his excited young cock rubbing against the smooth wet slit of her vagina. He tried to kiss her, but she had somehow grown a whole head shorter than he. He contented himself by hugging her even more tightly and concentrating on the pleasure she was giving him between his legs. He felt Lisa's hips grind against his, their excited sex organs rubbing against each other. Then their bodies would move apart briefly, only to bring themselves crashing together again with increasing ecstasy. His boner began to burn deliciously as it was constantly thrust between her warm wet crevice and his soft hairless abdomen. "Ngh... nnk... nnk... nnngggk!" Ruthie began to grunt as she and her brother began to hump against each other with increasing force. She had to keep her mouth tightly shut to avoid waking the whole house with screams of delight. Simon dreamed that he grabbed Lisa's strangely toothpick-thin leg and swung it over his body so that she could rest it on him while it spread her puffy, wet little pussy for his throbbing, boyish rod. He smiled as he felt her feminine crack gape open against his throbbing little prong. He could now feel the exquisitely soft folds of skin inside, and a hard little button just above them. He rammed his sweet boy-cock against them, skimming over them on a cushion of her sweet juices. They were now able to hump against each other even more forcefully, and their hairless groins smacked against each other with lewd squishing noises that seemed to excite their young bodies even more. He could feel the burning head of his little cock delving between the slick lips of his lover's surprisingly tiny slit, scraping her swollen little button as it pounded its way toward her plump little vulva and flat tummy. Then his pale stalk would follow along until his tight, hairless young balls smacked against the wet base of her pussy, themselves becoming ever more slick and wet. When this happened, he could feel his sensitive cock head become tightly ensconced between their bald abdomens, its little slit flaring open with excitement. They would hold their bodies tightly together for just a tiny, wonderful moment, and then pull back for another delicious thrust. Over and over they did this, until their little bodies had grown sweaty with exertion and excitement. Ruthie's little body was becoming tense and stiff with her ecstasy until she could no longer move it against her brother's. She could only lay still and let him do all the work. "Mnh... Mnh... Mnh..." Ruthie grunted as she felt her brother's delightful little penis thrust against her. She felt tight as a bowstring and was wondering how much more of this she could take when suddenly her little body began to shake and shudder with the most intense and pleasurable sensations it had ever felt. All of its pent-up tension began to flow out of her through her swollen, wet little cunny in wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure. "Unh, unh, unh, unh, oh, oh, unh, oh, ohh, ohhh, ohhhh." The little girl moaned as she felt her hot cunny spasm and pour forth its precious juices. Over and over again, her sweet pussy clamped down on itself to force more of its seeping girl-juice onto Simon's straining young cock. Finally, she felt her body begin to relax, only to become tense again as her crotch remained in contact with Simon's tireless little pricklet. Again she melted into a mind-blowing childish climax. No sooner was that over, than her brother's ever-quickening thrusts made her tense up again even harder than before. She quickly climaxed again, harder than ever. She had to clench her teeth to keep from waking everyone in the house. The burning in Simon's puffy little dick head had become almost unbearably pleasurable, and he thought he felt a strange warmth rising along the short, four-inch length of his cock. He could feel his little lover spasming wildly against him, breaking his rhythm. Instinctively, he rolled her over onto her back and began to slide his throbbing young boner harder into her very wet and sloppy little slit. At first he thought he could continue this wonderful act forever, but now he was beginning to feel like he needed to pee really, really badly. Simon was panting harshly into his dream lover's curly hair. He felt exhausted, but couldn't stop. He just felt an ever-stronger urge to thrust faster, even if it killed him. Simon's little cock was now thrusting so quickly and so wildly that it began to poke and slide in all directions against his sister's slippery groin. Now, more times than not, it missed her groove and slid across it at and angle. It didn't diminish Simon's somnolent pleasure, though. By now she was so slippery that it felt great no matter where it slid. Simon dreamily felt like he was going to pee any second, but somehow he didn't care. He was feeling just too good to stop. Just as Simon was feeling that he could hold it in no longer, his little cocklet somehow found the virgin entrance to Ruthie's steaming little vagina. They were both so slippery that Simon's swollen glans slipped right inside and drove itself in until her immature hymen, about an inch inside, stopped it. "Aaaiiieee!" Ruthie yelped in pain and pleasure as Simon's cock head lodged against her hymen. Since she was in the middle of yet another girlish orgasm, she felt more pleasure than pain at the contact. In fact, the pleasure she was suddenly feeling from him being inside her caused her climax to double in intensity. Simon's body had become as tense as his sister's had been a moment before she had crashed into her current orgasm. His legs and arms trembled with effort and exhaustion, and his cute little face grimaced with the onset of an explosive boygasm. Then Simon felt his cock suddenly lodge in a nice, tight place as his sister arched her back beneath him and squealed. Unable to hold back the pressure inside of him, he his smooth young body relaxed and let go. "Ungh, ungh, unh, unh, uh, uh, uh, unhhhhhh." Simon grunted as he felt his little cock head nearly catch on fire with its ecstatic heat. He felt his prick spasm. Then it spasmed again... and again. With relief, he realized he wasn't peeing. He only felt a series of strange little tickles flowing through his prick between the spasms. The pleasure was absolutely incredible. He couldn't believe anything could feel so good. Inside Ruthie's convulsing little pussy, her hymen stretched inward as Simon's little cock head pressed against it. Suddenly, little droplets of a clear, watery fluid began to squirt from the gaping slit at the end. They coated the tender tissue and seeped through the porous membrane to join with the girl-juices already there. A tremendous final spasm from Ruthie sent all that sweet young boy- and girl-juice squishing past Simon's little pricklet to wet his tightly clenched, churning little ball sac. When Simon was finally finished with his boyishly exuberant climax, a wonderful, warm glow filled him. His little penis began to soften and tingle warmly as it slipped out of her tight, virgin love tunnel with a juicy squish. Ruthie soon joined her brother in a deep, satisfied sleep. -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! www.mrdouble.com Be There.....