Message-ID: <6640eli$9803042014@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Sxjames Subject: RP (Authors Preferred Version) "Ellen" by ELP (1/2) (mf, teen, inc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <675fdd3a.34fcde2c@aol.com> A repost for those that didn't get part one. Enjoy.... I am not the author, just the posting agent for Emerson Laken-Palmer. Please address all comments to sxjames@aol.com and I will see that he gets them. ---------------- cut here --------------------------------------------- -------------------------WARNING!------------------------------- THIS TEXT FILE IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READERS! IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX AND SEXUAL SITUATIONS. IF THIS TYPE OF SUBJECT MATTER OFFENDS YOU, OR IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, PLEASE READ NO FURTHER AND DELETE THIS FILE. THE AUTHOR (AND THE ORIGINATING SOURCE OF THIS FILE) HAS MADE THIS TEXT AVAILABLE (FOR ADULTS ONLY) AS SHAREWARE AND CAN NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ITS DISTRIBUTION. --------------------------------------------------------------- Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer Not that it matters to you but I am not a dirty story writer and this is not a dirty story. At least, I don't mean it to be. This story is one hundred percent true. It all happened just they way I'm describing it. You can judge for yourself if I'm a rotten person or perverted or what. It all started when I was sixteen and a Junior in High School. I was an alright guy. I didn't get great grades at school but I was passing. I didn't have girls falling all over me but I had a girlfriend. Her name was Linda and she was okay looking. I used to take her out to movies and a concert or something. It was just the sex thing that was driving me crazy. You see, I had never gotten any. Any pussy. Not from Linda. Not from anyone before her either. And I was revved up for it. I really wanted it bad. My hormones were running away with me at that age. It was always the same though. I'd take Linda to a movie and then for a hamburger. We'd park in front of her house (I had a great car. A Firebird. Linda really liked that car.) She'd let me kiss her for a while. (She was an alright kisser. She didn't like too much tongue though.) Then I'd start to nuzzle and kiss her neck. (She had a great perfume smell in her long, brown hair.) And then I'd start to run my hands over her tits. That's when she would always start with the "I gotta' go in now." stuff. She'd push me away and I'd keep trying to gain some ground (maybe get my hand actually into her shirt) but she'd keep pushing me away and then finally (angry as hell) I'd let her go in. God it was frustrating. And it was also a bad scene. We'd always end our dates on this hostel note. I'd go home and jack off to try and ease this damnable frustration and then fall asleep mad. I would forget about it (the anger) next day at school though and I'd see Linda and talk to her and say I was sorry and things would be back to normal before our next date. On this particular day, I ran into Linda in the hallway after class. She looked really great in her tight jeans and sweater. "Hey Linda," I called to her. "what's up?" She smiled at me, as I stood by her, but it was a strange, nervous smile. There seemed to be an odd signal in her brown eyes. "Hey, Danny," she said, "what's new?" "The football game's tonight," I said to her. "We're going, right?" Linda looked away, fidgeting with her books. "I'm not going tonight," she said in a quiet voice. "I've got a lot of homework and stuff." "Not going? But we always go on Friday night!" "Sorry Danny," she said. "Maybe next week, huh?" A girlfriend called her from down the hall and Linda walked away quickly with a curt wave to me. This was odd, I thought, but what the hell. My buddy Dave was on the team and (even if Linda wasn't going) I'd go without her. When I got home, my kid sister Ellen was cooking some canned spaghetti in the kitchen. She was always cooking after-school snacks. (Something that Mom would do if she were home, but both our parents worked and me and Ellen were always on our own until after six.) She liked cooking, I guess. She made brownies and fudge and things like that, for us, sometimes. "Want some?" she asked, as she licked a splatter of sauce off of her wrist. "I guess so," I said as I sat down at the table. Ellen was fifteen at that time. A year younger than me. She was an okay sister (I guess) and we got along pretty well. Oh, we had our fights, now and again, but nothing major. Sisters just invade your space sometimes, you know what I mean? As I watched her, standing at the stove and stirring the spaghetti, I began thinking about what my buddies had been telling me lately - how foxy Ellen was becoming. I shot them down when I heard it though. Nobody had better touch my little sister! I didn't want guys looking at her, and thinking about her, in that way. I certainly never did. My sister was just always a person who was there, in my house, like Mom and Dad. You never really notice people in your own family because they are somehow so familiar that you talk to them and deal with them without really paying much attention them. Looking at her now, I realized that, although I had become much taller than her in recent years, Ellen was now only a half-a-head shorter than me. She certainly looked enough like me so that nobody would mistake the fact that she was my sister. We both had the same shaped face and the same mouth and nose. Her eyes were blue though (like Dad's) while mine were (my mother's) brown and my dark hair contrasted with her long, full, blond tresses. I guess the major difference between us, when we were little kids, had always been that I was a boy and she was a girl. Or, at least, she HAD been a girl. I hadn't really paid any attention, until just this moment, to how much she had changed over the last year. Her back was to me now and I could see how nice her round behind looked, in her yellow shorts, and how full and shapely her legs had become. She struck such a sexy pose, as she stood there, without really meaning to. Gosh, it seemed like she'd just had skinny "stick legs" the last time I had even bothered to look at her. Ellen brought two plates of spaghetti to the table and we sat and ate in silence for a while. "Going to the game?" she asked as she got up for some milk. Ellen was a sophomore that year. She wasn't into playing sports but she liked to go to the games and watch and gab with her friends and cheer for our team. "Yeah," I said. "What about you?" "No. I'm going to wait for Eddie to call." Eddie was (kind of) her boyfriend. I didn't like him. He was a geek. A stupid looking kid with red hair and big ears and freckles. He reminded me of Alfred E. Neuman and I used to tell Ellen that to tease her. I guess he was a safe guy though. He didn't look like the type that would try anything with her. Mom and Dad wouldn't let her go out with him (or any other boy) anyway. They told her that she had to wait until she was sixteen. He was a "puppy love" kind of thing with her. Just a boy she talked with on the phone and used to carry her books around at school. "How is Alfred?" I asked smiling as she leaned over to put a glass of milk in front of me. I couldn't help myself. I could see down the neck opening of her t-shirt. Her breasts (in her white bra) revealed their cleavage to me. Ellen WAS developing very nicely. "Oh, shut up!" She said as she stood back upright. I could feel my face redden for a moment. Had she seen me looking down her shirt? God, that would be awful! She walked out of the kitchen and I could hear her going up to her room. Aw, to hell with it, I told myself, there's no harm in looking and I tossed all thoughts of her away. I had gone up to listen to some jams on the stereo and I must have fallen asleep because, when I woke up, it was after seven! I jumped up and ran downstairs. I was late for the game! Mom and Dad and Ellen were eating in the kitchen when I walked briskly in. "Sit down and eat, Danny," Mom said as I headed for the side door. "Can't Mom, I'm late." "Hey, you gotta have something!" "I'll get a bite at the game," I said as I left the house. When I got to school half-time was over and the game was in the fourth quarter. I went to the snack stand and got a hamburger. Bud and Phil were at the stand too and we talked a while about Phil's new car. By the time I had eaten, the game was over and everyone was leaving the field. That's when I saw Linda. She was walking with my buddy Dave toward the locker room door. I could see them holding hands and talking and, when they got to the door, he kissed her. And she seemed to really kiss him back. What a bitch! What a bastard! I tossed my hamburger wrapper in the trash and walked quickly to my car so that Linda wouldn't see me. When I got home, Ellen was laying on the couch watching TV. I walked over and made to sit down. I had to push her legs over to make a spot for me to sit. "What's the matter?" she asked. I guess I didn't look too good. "Linda! She seems to have dumped me for Dave!" "Danny, everybody knows Linda has the hots for Dave. That's why she was going out with you-- to get to him." "Why didn't you tell ME?" "I tried, don't you remember? But you wouldn't listen to me." Thinking back, I guess she did. Who listens to their kid sisters anyway? I put my hand on by forehead and lay back on the couch cushion. Women! They were just too much for a guy like me. Now no girlfriend! How was I ever going to finally score? After a time of listening to the comedy show on the TV, I pulled my hand away to watch. That's when I noticed Ellen's legs on my lap. She had stretched herself out on the couch again and, I guess, I was in the way. My eyes looked down at her feet, in my lap, and then up her legs and her thighs to the seat of her yellow shorts. I could see the crotch of her white panties, in the leg opening, and make out the outline of her pussy. Her pussy? Ellen's? What was I looking at? I quickly averted my eyes back to the TV. "Shit, Ellie!" I yelled. "Do you have to lay all over me?" She sat up, next to me, with a hurt expression on her pretty face. "What did I do?" "Oh, it's not you," I said as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. I guess I'm mad at myself." She put her head on my shoulder, to return my hug, and I could suddenly smell the sweetness of her blond hair. "Forget about Linda," she said. "Lay down on the couch and relax and watch TV. There's room behind me." Ellen lay back down but scooted forward and tapped the empty space in back of her. What the hell, I thought and kicked my shoes off and lay on my side with my sister in front of me. "Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked wearily. "Oh, they went to a party somewhere. They didn't say when they'd come home." Hell. When they went to parties they were out all night. Dad would be cranky in the morning, I thought, as I began to watch the program over Ellen's head. I couldn't concentrate on the TV however. I kept looking at Ellen as she lay with her back to me. The curve of her hips was so very evident now and the slimness of her waist and (looking down) I could see the jutting of her breasts in her t-shirt. I could suddenly feel my dick hardening quickly in my jeans. I pulled my middle back so that she wouldn't feel it against her. How dare it respond to Ellen like that! I tried again to watch the show but I could smell the sweetness of that sandy hair in front of my nose again and something else- Ellen's fragrance. Not a perfume, like Linda's, but a natural, homey, girlish kinda smell. My dick was as hard as a pipe now. God, I shouldn't be feeling like this, I told myself. Ellen is my sister! I have feelings for her. I love her, I guess. I shouldn't be feeling lust for her. I should be protecting her from things like this. I put my arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze and felt her put her hand lightly on my arm in sisterly affection. It was alright, I told myself. My hormones had just crossed my wires for a moment. I watched the TV, for a time, and things were calming down. But then Ellen casually shifted herself, on the couch, and her round butt was pressed up against my dick again. Instantly my receding boner hardened back to lead-pipe life. God no! She would be able to feel it! Wouldn't she? Didn't she? Was she possibly so naive that she couldn't recognize a guy's stiff hard-on, right at the crack of her ass? What was going on, my idiotic brain asked me? Was it possible that she KNEW that I was stimulated and LIKED IT? Oh man! I was starting to tremble with excitement. What was she thinking? What was she trying to do? There was no way that she couldn't feel it. Did she WANT my boner there? I looked at as much of her face as I could see, propped up on her arm. She was just looking ahead at the TV. She looked perfectly normal. I wanted to move back but there was no room on the couch. God, her shapely ass felt good. It was so soft and yet firm feeling as it pressed against me. I moved my arm up on her body a bit so that my hand was just below her breasts. I could feel the outline of the bottom of her bra on my palm and the softness of her tits on the side of my hand. Ellen didn't stir. She just kept watching TV. Was it okay that my hand was there? She didn't mind? Or was she even aware of it? Her hand was still on my forearm. She could pull my arm away if she wanted to. Did she know that I was (sorta) copping a feel? Man, I was shaking almost from the excitement of this. My mind was racing now with a lot of crazy messages from my nuts. I had to take a chance. A BIG chance. An awful chance! I had to know what would happen. I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by and never know what she was thinking. I debated it, over and over, in my mind, wondering what she would do or say or how she would react, and then (cautiously) I did it. I placed my hand squarely over the soft swell of her left breast, watching her face for the first flash of horror and shock so that I could recoil from her retributional attack. But nothing. She didn't move. She didn't even seem to notice at all. She just kept staring forward at the TV. Was this for real? Could this be? I had my hand on a girl's breast and I wasn't being pushed away? Girl? Well, yes! This was Ellen. This was my sister. But it was a girl. A real live girl! And she was letting me touch her! Her breast was so soft and yet firm (as I held it) and was just a little under the size of a softball. I could feel its hard nipple, under my palm, and I began to squeeze her breast and rub and fondle that nipple through the material of her shirt and bra. Oh, man it felt exquisite! It was so warm and delicate in my hand! I rubbed and petted and fondled for quite a while, all the time my hard dick strained into that soft behind. It felt like my cock was going to explode! I was aching to feel more! I moved my hand slowly down her body to the loose bottom of her shirt, slipped my hand inside and then ran it up her warm stomach. God, Ellen's skin was so very smooth. Like a baby's skin. I came to her rib cage and then to her bra and I pushed my hand under the elastic so I could hold and feel the actual soft, hot flesh of her tender breast. Glancing over, I could see that she still seemed to be occupied with nothing but the TV. Her eyes just stared blankly forward, with no expression revealed in her face at all, as I held the flesh of her warm tit in my hand. What kind of a game was this? How was I supposed to play it? What were the rules? What was going on in her head? Was she enjoying this as much as I was? Or was she actually horror stricken and shocked and just too surprised and embarrassed to say anything? I couldn't figure it out but I was just too horny to think right now. Her large nipple stood out and became hard as I continued to rub and stroke and squeeze and pet her spongy, soft breast for many long minutes. I became aware that I was now pushing my dick up against her round butt, over and over, in a slow, fucking kind of a motion. I was lost. My brain wasn't working now at all. Only my lust was doing the thinking and it wanted to explore and find out how much more she would permit me to do with her. I removed my hand from my sister's bra and caressed it softly down her smooth, flat stomach, out of the heat of her shirt, and then down the outside of her yellow shorts until I came to the hard bone at her crotch. I pushed my hand between her legs and began to squeeze and rub Ellen's pussy, through the material, pushing her lower body back onto my thrusting cock. Now I felt her put her hand back on by forearm. This was it, I thought. She was going to pull my arm away from her and put a halt to all this. But no. She just lightly held her hand on my arm. She didn't even blink as I looked at the side of her face again. She showed absolutely no reaction to the fact that I was now squeezing and rubbing the very alluring, soft area between her thighs. Damn, I thought, this is just too incredible! If this were a game, that she was playing with me, it was too late for her to stop me from progressing now. I pulled my hand from her crotch and (without giving it a second thought) I thrust it down into the front of her shorts. Ellen's skin, at her lower belly, was silky smooth and hot and so unbelievably soft under my hand and the material of her panties was so sexy feeling on my knuckles. I pushed down, into her pants, until my fingertips came to her soft covering of hair. It was the first time that I had ever felt one of these things. I had only seen pictures and heard stories until now. (Oh, I had seen Ellen's pussy before but that was when we were little.) It was so sensual and exquisite feeling. Her hair, at the jut of her pubic mound, was so much softer than that of my own. My hand was restricted in the material of her pants but I forced my fingers down to where I could feel the actual delicate, puffy swells of her pussy lips and their sparse covering of hair. I pet her there, softly for a time, trembling because of my excitement and the knowledge that she was allowing me to explore such a mysterious and forbidden part of her. I carefully worked a finger into the notch, between the furry lips, and was stunned by the amount of slick wetness I found in there. I could feel the bump of her clitoris and, as my fingertip touched it, I heard the breath catch in Ellen's throat. It was the first sign of life that she had shown. I looked down at her face and now her eyes were closed and I could see that she was softly biting her lower lip. I began to rub her clit between my (now slippery) fingers and listened as her breathing became erratic. I noticed that my sister had opened her legs a little for me because my hand now had more room to work. I pushed myself further into her pants and I could feel the moist crotch of her panties, on the back of my hand, as I now burrowed my middle finger deeper into her warm, wet pussy. I was aware of something else now too. There was a new aroma in the room. I couldn't place exactly what it was but I was becoming even more stimulated by it as I explored into the mysteries of her most intimate area. Gently working my finger even further into her, I came to the slight obstruction of my sister's virginity. I knew what it was (and I didn't want to mess around with that) so I pulled my fingers back and concentrated my attention on her clitoris again. I could tell that she liked being touched there and I began to swirl my slippery fingertips around that firm little bump (again and again). I could feel her responding by pressing her lower body alternately into my hand and back onto my excited cock. Ellen was breathing heavily in a matter of moments and she began to maneuver herself around more quickly on my hand. It was as if she had suddenly taken over. I just let her churn her soft pussy on my fingers. I figured that she knew what felt good to her. Suddenly she stiffened herself and straightened her legs, strongly squeezing my trapped hand between her soft thighs and against her hot, sopping crotch. Strange squeaking sounds were coming from her nostrils now and I suddenly realized that she was cumming. That I was making her cum! Just the thought of that (and her churning against my rock-hard cock) had me ready to shoot my load, inside my pants, and I pushed my other arm under her so I could hold her small, curvy body against me and fuck at her soft butt to get me over. But Ellen suddenly released from her orgasm and she went limp, in my arms, for a moment. Then she pulled my hand quickly out of her pants and sat up. Her face was red and her blue eyes were wide open and wet and her body was heaving as she panted loudly. She emitted a breathless little cry and put her hand over her gaping mouth to cover it. "What's wrong?" I asked in a hoarse croak. She didn't say anything. She just got abruptly up and ran hurriedly out of the living room and up the stairs. I was dumbfounded. Why did she do that? Was it because of what I had done? Aw fuck, I thought to myself. I was far too horny and wound up to think about it right now. I lay quickly on my back and undid my jeans, pulling them down a bit to expose my hard cock. I brushed the hair back from my forehead and, as I did, I could smell my sister's pussy on my fingers. It was a pungent, girlish, wonderfully intoxicating odor. The same tantalizing aroma that I had detected earlier but now very sharp and close. I put my fingers to my nose and thrilled as I sniffed the smell of pussy and began to jack off. I must have only jacked on it seven or eight times before I shot my load like I never believed I could. The cum must have spurted seven feet in the air! It sprayed all the way over to the coffee table and I just kept cumming and cumming. It was the greatest orgasm of my life! But then, released from my hormonal frenzy, I was suddenly overtaken by the idea of what I had done. Man, was I an asshole! I had jerked off my little sister! What the hell had gotten into me? And what was she going to do about it? Would she tell Dad? God, did that thought scare the shit out of me! If Dad found out that I had touched his little Ellen like that, he'd beat me to death with a baseball bat. And I couldn't blame him. I'd do the same thing! What should I do now? Tell her I'm sorry? Tell her it will never happen again? God, I don't want her to hate me! I love her! I want her to look up to me! Shit! What a fucking moron I am, I thought. I got up and fastened my pants and then I went right up to her room. "Ellie," I called through the door but she didn't answer. I tried the knob but it was locked. Shit, I thought. I'm in more trouble than I had ever been in my life! I leaned against the door in despair for a moment, but then, being so tired now, I decided to just say "Fuck it" and go to bed. I'd have to face the consequences in the morning. Ellen Chapter 2 The next day I felt like a real jerk. I was afraid to go downstairs. I just lay in bed, for a long time, ashamed (and mad as hell at myself) for what I had done last night. I was too embarrassed to see my sister and very scared of what my Dad might do. When I finally worked up enough gumption to go down, I was surprised to find everything and everyone behaving normally. Dad was reading the paper and Mom was going over the bills while Ellen talked on the phone to one of her girlfriends. She's been up, with them, for hours. She must not have said anything. Mom stopped her check writing and made me breakfast and Dad told us that he was taking us to the State game this afternoon. Ellen was really excited about that and went on telling her girlfriend all about it. It wasn't until the next day, after church, that me and Ellen were alone. She was sitting on the sofa, still wearing her pretty church dress and reading SEVENTEEN when I came in and sat next to her. "Ellie..." I began but she stopped me. "That was a great game yesterday, huh?" "Yeah," I answered, puzzled. "I hope Dad get's tickets before the season is over again...." she went on and I realized that she (like me) wanted to just forget all about what had happened and pretend it never did. That was great. I was still unsure of how I stood with her and that everything would be normal again so, when she got up to go change, I stopped her. "Ellen," I said with rising fear and embarrassment, "do you still... love me?" She ran to me quickly and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Of course I do, you silly ass!" she said and she kissed my cheek and then ran upstairs. That was it then. Things were fine. I was afraid for nothing. The next few weeks went pretty normal. Linda was with Dave now and (though I had a few girls who I talked to at school) I had no real girlfriend and no dates. The rotten part was that I began to think about Ellen and what I had done with her. The thought of her smell and her warm pussy in my hand would make me so horny that I would have to sneak into a john stall and jack off into the toilet just to cool down. I started to feel awkward around her and unable to talk small-talk (with her) about school and friends because (as much as I tried to stop myself) I couldn't keep from thinking about what it would be like to actually fuck her. I know that sounds crazy. I guess it was. But my thought processes were clouded by my desire for pussy. Any pussy! And my sexy little sister had let me touch and explore her. She had allowed me access to the mystery of her femininity. No other girl had ever done that for me. And, I reasoned, if she had let me touch her once, wouldn't she allow me to do it again? Friday night, Mom and Dad were away again and I was watching a movie while Ellen lay on the floor and gabbed with Alfred E. Newman on the phone. She was wearing a pink night-shirt and white panties and that was about it. I watched her as she lay on her stomach and causally waved her legs in the air and talked. I couldn't keep my eyes away from her. When she had hung up she turned her attention to the movie and I could see the crotch of her panties, between her slightly parted thighs. I had a boner like you wouldn't believe! I wanted her body so bad that I was trembling. I couldn't stand it any longer. "Ellie," I called to her and she sat up and turned to me, sitting Indian style, with her knees up and her ankles crossed. She seemed to be all legs and underpants now. "What?" She smiled up at me. What was I going to say? How could I ask her for what I wanted? Sitting there, like that, she seemed so sweet and innocent. I was kind of afraid and oddly embarrassed. "Come here." I told her. "No," she said, still smiling sweetly. "You come down here." I moved like a rocket and sat down next to her on the carpet. "Ellie," I asked, into her smiling, pretty features, "do you ever think about what we did a few weeks ago?" As I said it, I reached between her open legs and rubbed the soft crotch of her panties, feeling the twin pillows of her pussy and the indention of her slit through the warm material. Her face turned instantly sour and then her blue eyes went wide in shocked surprise. "No!" she gasped into my face, stretching the word in astonishment, and she roughly pulled my hand from her crotch and pushed it back at me. Her face was burning red now and her eyes seemed to bore into mine as she leaned to me and firmly said, "Don't you EVER touch me, like that, again or I'll tell Mom and Dad what you did!" She got to her feet quickly and angrily stomped upstairs, leaving me alone on the carpet. I could hear her moving around in the bathroom as I sat on the floor and thought about what an absolute asshole I was for asking her. After a few minutes I heard her go into her room, slamming the door. Great. Now what must she think of me? What a piece of shit I truly am! Why did I have to ask her? Why didn't I control myself? I turned off the TV and went up to go to bed and try and forget about what a stupid thing I had done - again! What was she going to do now? Would she just forget about it again (like the last time) or would she really tell Mom or Dad, when they got home, to put a stop to me? As I went into the bathroom, I saw her panties on the floor by the clothes chute. I couldn't help myself. I picked them up and examined the crotch. It was wet with her fluids. I put it to my nose and I could strongly smell that enticing pussy scent again. Now I could see myself, in the mirror, with my sister's underpants at my face. Did I look like a perverted fucker! Feeling like total shit now, I dropped the panties, turned out the light and went into my room. Man, I was really low! I sat on the edge of my bed for a time and put my face in my hands. That's when I heard her come into my room. I looked up and she was just standing there in front of me. "What?" I asked, afraid that she was going to slap me now or yell at me again for what I had done downstairs. She didn't say anything. She just reached over and placed her index finger under my nose. It was moist and strong with the smell of her pussy. I knew immediately what this gesture meant. Letting me sniff her very private smell was her way of granting me consent without having to say a word. Man, did my hormones kick in! I looked up at her face. It held the same vacant, longing expression that I saw on my own face (in the bathroom mirror) when I was smelling her panties. I grabbed the bottom of her pink night-shirt and pulled it up, exposing her curves to me. She wasn't wearing any underpants and I could see her pussy right in front of my face. It was the most attractive thing I had ever seen in my life. It looked so much different than the last time I had seen it-- when we were both younger. Ellen now had pretty, ash colored pussy hair. It was only slightly curly and the hairs were not very long. The little patch only covered from just above her pubic bone and then between her legs. I could see the slit between her puffy pussy lips and the button of her clit protruding slightly. I leaned my face over to smell her. Her sexual fragrance was very sharp in my nostrils now as I inhaled. God! My hormones were on fire for it! I put my face to the soft hair and I kissed it. I kissed and kissed and kissed that beautiful thing, savoring its alluring odor while I did it. I put my hands on her soft ass cheeks and pushed her lower body to my face. I began to work my kisses into the moist slot between the furry, fleshy pads of her pussy and I could detect her feminine secretions clinging to my lips. I put my tongue out to taste her. My sister's pussy was sweet but with a salty, lemony tang. I dropped to the floor, in front of her, and she held up the hem of her night-shirt and lifted one foot onto the bed, to open herself for me, as I grasped her baby-soft hips and continued kissing (and now licking) into the tasty, scented slit between her silky legs. Ellen gripped my shoulders, to steady herself, and I could sense her body quivering and hear her voice making the sweetest little chirping sounds as I licked into her. Nothing I had ever done, in all my life, turned me on as much as this did. I had to have more of it! "Lay on the bed," I looked up and told her, my voice just a quaking whisper. Ellen didn't say a word but she quickly did as I had instructed, laying herself back on the bed with her legs slightly apart and pulling the bottom of her night-shirt up to her thin waist. I wasn't sure of how far I should go with her. I was beyond mere arousal now. I was trembling from the effects of pure lust. I got half way on the bed, next to her, so that my face was just above her pussy and I placed my hands on her warm thighs to spread her limbs a little more for me. I pushed my tongue into the oily-wet cleft, between her tender pussy lips, licking and tasting the lemony flavor of her most personal place. The whole time Ellen made more little squeaking noises as the thrill, of what I was doing to her, made the breath catch in her throat. I could tell that she liked it because of those sounds she was making and because she began pushing her pussy up, at my face, from the bed. It was wonderful! I took Ellen's leg and pulled it over my head so that I could fully expose her to me. Her thighs were wide apart now, as I lay on my stomach with my face at her crotch. I used my fingers to gently separate the, slightly hair covered, billowy lips of her pussy. I could see the pinkness of her delicate inner skin and (under the protrusion of her clitoris) into the dainty appearing orifice of her vagina. It was glistening wet and open. It beckoned for me to explore and taste it. Ellen's hand (with her pink, painted fingernails) suddenly covered the open display. I took her hand away and held it to her soft thigh as I pushed my face to her parted crotch and stuck my tongue deep into her warm vagina. Her hand squeezed mine tightly and I could hear her breathing stop and see the muscles of her flat stomach go rigid as I entered her. I explored into her velvety slick opening, noticing that the abundant nectar, within her sexual entrance, was very sweet tasting and slippery. I suddenly remembered a part of an old rhyme that Mom used to tell us when we were little: "Sugar and spice and everything nice - that's what little girls are made of." Had the author of that poem ever done this to one? Ellen put her hands softly to my cheeks and pushed me back. "Don't do it in there, Danny," she said breathlessly, "it's way too sensitive." She guided my face up so that my mouth was on the folds of skin at her clitoris and I began to swirl my tongue around that, daintily soft, rigid little button in the slot of her pussy. Her scented hairs tickled my nose as I thrilled from the effects of both smelling and tasting her sex. Ellen's body quaked and shuddered with each movement of my tongue now. I knew that I had her highly aroused and I was overjoyed at my ability to give her such pleasure. As I licked her, I pulled off my shorts. I didn't know what I was going to do with her next but I had to have all of her! Just then her little body stiffened, like on the couch, and she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her. My tongue sank deep into her spasming vaginal hole as her warm thighs closed to the sides of my cheeks and began to squeeze. Her lower body churned her pussy on me as she came. My mouth filled with sweet, slimy Ellen and I excitedly swallowed but kept my tongue working, inside of her, so that she would "get off" real good. Then she suddenly went limp and was panting, on her back, as I continued to lap into the slippery folds of her sex. Something appeared in front of my face and I was momentarily licking the back of her hand as she had covered herself again and was now pushing my face away from her crotch. I got to my knees, breathing loudly from my sexual excitement, my face wet, from my little sister's pussy, and my large, rigid pole jerking and standing up in front of me. Ellen's eyes seemed to go two sizes wider and she sat up and looked at my dick with an odd, fearful stare for a moment. I started to crawl on top of her but she scampered back from me and then got off the bed quickly, running out and shutting my door behind her. What the fuck? I wondered. I jumped up and went to her bedroom door but it was locked again. "Ellie?" No answer. "Ellen, I'm pretty worked up here! I need a little attention." But it was still quiet. After a few moments, I resigned myself that it was over and went into the bathroom to jack off. I picked up her panties, from the hard tile floor, and sniffed the spicy, drying pussy spot as I jerked on my raging cock. Just before cumming, I sucked on the slimy stain and then, as the salty-sweet taste of her pussy again filled my mouth, jet after jet of cum shot out of me and splashed into the toilet. I almost fell over from the intensity of my orgasm. When I went downstairs, the next morning, I fully expected to find my mom and my sister crying in each others arms and my dad coming at me with one of the kitchen knives. But no. Everything was normal. Dad was finishing his coffee and Mom was putting on her coat. "Good morning, Son," she greeted me, smiling brightly. "There's leftover pancakes, in the oven, for you." She jestured toward the stove now. "Me and your father are taking your sister to her dental appointment," she said, and then she called out to the livingroom, "Ellie! Get moving, young lady. We're going to be late!" Dad gulped down the last of his coffee and he and my mother went out to the car. I sat down at the kitchen table as my sister came in, buttoning her blue coat. "Gosh, I hate the dentist, Danny," she said, as she pulled her blond hair up from her collar. "I wish they weren't in such a hurry." I was quite aware that she hadn't told on me but I had to know how she was feeling this morning. She sure seemed scared of me, when she ran off, last night. "Ellie...." "Thank God it's just a cleaning," she went on, pulling her red, wool cap onto her head. The car horn sounded impatiently from outside. "Gotta' go!" Ellen said melodically, and she went quickly out the kitchen door. Sitting alone now, I started to think about everything. It was just like the last time. Like she was pretending that it hadn't happened at all. Her not wanting to talk, to me, about what I did with her, made me come to the conclusion that she must be feeling really bad and ashamed and embarrassed about it now. And that thought suddenly made me feel real odd and guilty. And, thinking about it some more, I realized that the fact that she hadn't told Mom and Dad was an indication that my sister really cared about me and didn't want to see me hurt or kicked out of the house, in spite of the fact that I was being such an asshole and abusing her. Damn me! I made a resolution that day: No matter what, I could not allow myself to ever get carried away and do anything, like that, with her again! I had to protect my sister-- from me! For the next week, I avoided Ellen as much as I could. And this made me feel even worse. After all, she was my sister. I wanted and needed to have a relationship with her. But a NORMAL relationship! And I didn't know if I could do this right now. Not with my raging, teenage hormones. Girls and sex and pussy were on my mind, even more than ever, now that I had felt and smelled and touched (and even tasted) Ellen. When I wasn't at school (where all the pretty girls were) or at home (keeping myself away from my sister), I was locked in my room, jacking off, just to keep my sanity. What I needed was a girlfriend. Desperately! That would solve my problems. Another girl, who would let me work off these sexual needs on her, would naturally take any thoughts of sex, with Ellen, away from me. On Wednesday afternoon, as I was up in my room studying for exams, Ellen came in, still in her blue skirt and green and white checkered top from school. "What's up, Danny?" "Just schoolwork," I answered, not looking up at her. She sat down on the edge of my bed and watched me for a while. I could hear her sigh loudly (every so often) as I tried to read my textbook, and take notes. It was very distracting. I wanted to ignore her but I couldn't keep myself from glancing over, as she sat there, with her shapely legs crossed and her hands clasped on her exposed knee. I looked back down, at my book, and tried to forget that she was even there but my eyes kept looking up and over to the swells of her breasts, in her blouse, and the evident curves of her body, as she sat so demurely and absently watched herself rocking her foot up and down. I tried to concentrate, once more, on what I was writing but, as I glanced over to her again, she was now leaning back and awkwardly reaching, across my bed, for a discarded magazine. As the effort caused her legs to part, I could suddenly see up in her skirt and I caught a fleeting glimpse of her panties between her thighs. Shit! "What do you WANT?" I asked her, irritated. "Oh," she said, sitting up, "I don't know. I just wanted company." I put down my pencil and went over to the bed and sat down beside her, taking my magazine from her hands and tossing it on the floor. "Company?" I asked. "What kind of company?" "You know.... " Her expression was pained. Like she wanted to say something to me but she couldn't. "No. I DON'T know." I said with rising agitation. She smiled shyly and her face blushed red as she put her small hand over her mouth and leaned to my ear to whisper (even though we were the only ones in the house). "Danny, I want to do sex with you again." "Shit, Ellie!" I was mad now. "What about last time? You left me all horny and wouldn't do anything!" "God, Danny!" She looked embarrassed. "I don't know what to do! You have to show me! And besides, after I get that good feeling, I suddenly don't want it anymore. I kinda feel funny. I feel sorta bad. I don't know.... I HAVE to get away!" "No Ellie," I said with resolution as I stood and coaxed her up from my bed. "No, we can't do that anymore. You're my sister! I've thought about it a lot and it would be better, for the both of us, if we never do it with each other again!" Her head bent as she turned to go but then she turned back to me and smiled devilishly. I watched her as she bent her knee and worked her hand, up under her skirt, for a moment. Then she pulled her hand out and put her now pasty finger under my nose again and grinned as she watched me sniff in the sharp, spicy fragrance of her pussy. My eyes closed and my brain quit working instantly. That smell! It made the urge to have her grip me with a fury. My cock sprang up, in my pants, so quick that it shocked me. She knew (very well now) how much her intimate scent intoxicated and controlled me. I took her shoulders and she let me lay her back on the bed. Her face held a look of excited expectancy as I reached up in her skirt and pulled her soft panties down her legs and off of her. The cotton crotch was really soaked. My dick was pounding hard and I pulled off my jeans and shorts and leaned over her to push her skirt up to her hips. I had never seen anything as desirable as this girl looked, laying on my bed, with her legs apart and her sweet pussy exposed for me. I had to have her! I got on the bed, between her legs, and then I gently lay myself fully on top of her. God! She was so warm and delicate feeling under me. I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts and her heartbeat against my chest and I could sense the rhythm of her breathing beneath me. I held her and melted into her warm closeness for a time, smelling her sweet fragrance as I held my face to her cheek and hugged her to me. I could feel the delicate tickle of her pubic hair on my stiff cock and the extreme softness of her warm inner thighs on my bare hips. Ellen was panting in my ear and kissing my cheek and running her hands up and down my heaving back. I lifted my head and I looked into her serious, eager blue eyes. Eyes full of excitement and longing. There was no way to stop the progression of events now. My dick was doing all the thinking for me and it wanted her more than it had ever wanted anything in it's life. And that (at that moment) was somehow okay with me. Gazing closely into her eager expression, I wanted her too. I brought my face down to hers and I gently kissed my sister's soft, full lips and (when I did) her eyes closed and her mouth opened for me and my own little Ellen kissed me in a way that Linda (or no other girl) could ever kiss. It made my cock go three stages harder. I had kissed her before but never like this. It was magical the way her mouth sucked and her sweet tongue worked at mine. Where had she ever learned to do that? Not breaking our kiss, I put my hand down between us and maneuvered the head of my dick around in the slick notch of her hot, open pussy. My rigid cock throbbed, in my hand, as it found her opening and took full possession of me. I entered her very slowly because of the restriction of her small vagina. I had to push in hard but, because she was so lubricated, I could feel my sensitive member slowly and deliciously penetrating into her. I had no thoughts about not proceeding now. The sexual sensations, charging from my loins, were far too overwhelming! Ellen's body stiffened under me and she whimpered slightly and sucked my mouth hard as my cock broke past her maidenhead. I had just taken my little sister's cherry. I carefully pressed myself into her some more until I could feel the contact of her furry pubic mound at the base of my shaft. I was now inside of her completely. It felt so good. She was unbelievably tight! My cock never felt this much pure sensation in my hand. It was so hot inside of her and slippery and very restricted and I knew that my dick was meant for this place. I lay still for a while, holding her tightly and kissing her mouth deeply now. I could feel my hard cock twitching within her body, urging me to action. But I didn't want to hurt her (with it) and I didn't want this moment (of just being joined with her) to ever end. I can't begin to tell you how wonderful it felt to be inside of her. It was like we were now one person. Ellen spread her legs a little more and lifted one knee so that she could push her pussy up at me. I could feel the hardness of her small pubic bone pushing against my own and my cock-head pressing even further into the hot depth of her belly. I almost screamed from the thrill of the sensation. Instead I sucked the sweetness of her open mouth and I began to slowly fuck my sister's delicate, tight little hole. Ellen wrapped her arms around me and she started to move her hips up and down to match my fucking motion. I started to fuck her faster and we were soon churning ourselves together in nasty, forbidden sex, right there on my bed, in a frenzy. Every thrust sent new thrills and sensations through my deeply buried cock. Sex, with an actual girl, felt even better than I had (for years) imagined it would and I could tell that it was just as sensational for my sister because she was now moaning into my face, through her nose, as she sucked harder on my mouth and eagerly worked her hips up under me. It felt as if she were trying to draw me into her body through both her mouth and her pussy. Suddenly, I could feel myself starting to cum and, for some reason, it shocked me back to the reality of what I was doing. I couldn't come in my sister! What if I got her pregnant? God! What a mess that would be! What would we have? A son? A nephew? I pulled it out of her in a quick jerk, rising to my knees, between her parted legs, and jacking my cum all over Ellen's spread thighs and dark-blond pussy and exposed stomach and blue skirt and checked blouse. Hell, it even shot up to her face! A split-moment later, seeing my baby sister with my jizz on her lips soured my stomach. I jumped off of the bed. "Get out of here!" I yelled down to her surprised face. "Danny!" "Oh, come on Ellie," I shouted at her. "We went too far! I shouldn't have fucked you! I could make you have a baby!" She sat up, wiping the sperm and the tears of frustration from her face. "Danny," she cried, "I want it! It felt so good!" "Come on, Sis! Shit! Go away! Get the hell out of here!" I yelled, at her, in guilt induced anger. I watched her face cringe at each of my raging words and then she pulled her skirt down over her pussy and slowly moved to sit at the edge of my bed. She bent her head and put her hands over her face. I could see her tremble and hear her crying now. Behind her, I could see the small red spot that she had made on my sheet. (What would I tell Mom about THAT?) "Alright!" she suddenly cried as she abruptly stood up and walked to the door, leaving me standing there and thinking (again) about what a fucking idiot I was. "But remember this," she said as she turned and pointed her finger at me. Tears streamed down her cheeks and there was a firmness in her little voice, "You broke my cherry, Danny! You got my virginity! You took something very special away from me!" Was I in trouble again? Was she mad enough to really tell our parents this time? "....and whoever fucks me in the future won't matter," she continued, "because I'll always belong to you!" With that, she walked out and softly closed the door. Ellen Chapter 3 When I woke up the following morning, I felt a sickness in my stomach at the idea that I had actually fucked my little sister. I couldn't believe that I had done it. I felt terrible. I tried to recreate what had taken place so that I could justify why I would have done such an awful thing. But thinking about what I did, and remembering how my dick felt inside of her, caused me to get a super hard erection. Damn that crazy thing! It had no conscience or consideration. It seemed to have a mind of it's own. It seemed to be fully out of my control. I could do nothing but grasp it and start jerking it off so that I could get on with the day. As I jerked on it I remembered how Ellen looked, on the bed with her skirt up and her legs apart. Her small pussy exposed for me. I remembered laying on her and that wonderful kiss and the closeness of our bodies and how terrific the sensations of that first penetration. I remembered fucking her and how she had fucked back and that sensational feeling of approaching orgasm. Orgasm? Had I pulled it out of her before it started? Did I get any in her? Man, it was shooting as I pulled it out! What if I HAD gotten some of my cum in Ellen? Would she get pregnant? Shit! My boner evaporated in my hand as I thought about it. No! I told myself. I pulled it out in time! I KNOW I did! But, then I remembered what Mr. Hanson had said in health class; that the penis releases some sperm all through intercourse. FUCK! My stomach began to knot tightly. What if Ellen IS pregnant? What would I do? Man, would we be in trouble! Shit, it would be trouble enough if Ellen got knocked up by ANYBODY! But by ME? I couldn't allow myself to think about it anymore. It was just too horrifying! I got up and took a shower and dressed for school. Everybody was having breakfast when I came down. "Good morning, Danny," Mom said, as she put a plate down for me. I looked at the eggs and bacon and my stomach turned and twisted. I couldn't bear to look over at my sister. "I don't think I can eat, Mom." I said. "My stomach is a little messed up." "Dear," Mom said as he came over to me and put her hand on my forehead, "are you sick?" "He's okay," Ellen said from the table in a bright, happy voice, "he's just got exams today." It was good to hear her sounding so natural this morning. It eased the pain in my gut a little bit. I looked at her and she smiled at me. Her blond hair was all fresh and shiny and clean looking and it reflected the sunshine from the window behind her. She looked so cute in her white blouse with the little green tie at the neck. "Yeah," I said to Mom, "I'm a little nervous about these exams." Mom was relieved that I wasn't sick and so was Dad, who wanted me to take care of the yard when I came home from school today. They finished their breakfast and both of them left for work, leaving me and Ellen alone. As soon as I heard their cars pull away I moved a chair over to Ellen's and sat down next to her. "Listen, Sis. I'm really scared about what we did yesterday." Her face took on a look of curiosity at my tone of voice and what I had said. "Scared? Why?" "Ellen," I said emphatically, "don't you know what screwing is all about? I could get you pregnant doing that!" "Oh," she said calmly, "you pulled it out." "It doesn't matter. It could still happen if I pull it out or not." "Well," she said, "don't worry about it. I'm NOT pregnant." I couldn't believe the way she sounded so calm and so certain in the face of something this serious. "How do you KNOW?" "Because I got my period this morning." "Oh.. wow.. " I said lamely. I felt oddly embarrassed because my sister had never discussed anything as personal as her periods with me before. But why shouldn't she now? After all, we had been lovers. "So that means you're not pregnant?" "As far as I know it does," she said, leaning to me now and smiling sweetly into my worried expression. "Chill out, Danny. A girl can't be pregnant and get her period." Ellen got up and put the breakfast things in the dishwasher while I (suddenly hungry) wolfed down the bacon and eggs. I drove her to school with me and we parked in the student lot. I still felt guilty about fucking her and taking her virginity from her. I just knew that it wasn't my place to have done it and that I had somehow dishonored my duty as her big brother and did something dirty with a very sweet and lovely girl. "Ellie," I said, looking out the windshield because I was too embarrassed to face her, "I'm sorry about what I did to you yesterday." "Did to me? What did you do?" "You know.... I never should have.... fucked you. I blame myself. It wasn't your fault. We've been playing with this sex thing and I let it go too far. My horniness is just taking control of me. Boys are animals, Sis! We really are dirty things!" Ellen put her little hand on my knee and looked directly into my eyes. "Danny, I wanted it! I asked you for it. We did it together, remember?" "But I started it... that day on the couch. I never should have touched you like that. You're not like me, Ellie. Girls are different. They're not horny all the time like guys are. You've always been so..... sweet and nice. I'm such a dirty bastard!" Ellen laughed. "Danny, you nitwit! I've been getting horny and playing with myself (down there) since I was thirteen!" "You have?" I was astonished. I would never have imagined Ellen doing such a thing. "And who do you think I always fantasized about when I did it?" "I don't know..." I thought about who would appeal her. "Donny Osmond? Eddie...?" "I always thought about YOU, Danny." "Me?" "Sure," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "You're my big brother. You love me. You would never hurt me or be mean to me. I trust you, Danny. I love you." God, she was embarrassing the hell out of me! I could feel my eyes going watery and something made me wrap my arms around her and hug her to me tightly and kiss her soft cheek. She hugged me back. "I do love you Ellie," I said. "That's why we can't do this sex thing with each other anymore. It feels so good but it's just not right." "I'll do whatever you say, Danny," she said closely, into my ear. "I trust you to tell me what's right." With that, she let me go and got out of the car. That week I concentrated on school work and going out for the track team. I also tried to ask out a few girls but none seemed to be available. Ellen and me shared a pretty normal relationship for the remainder of that week and on into the next. We went to a family reunion for Thanksgiving. It was at Uncle Ralph's house. It was a pretty good time (for a family thing) with a big dinner and everyone dressed up. Ellen wore a light blue, frilly dress that all the Aunts and girl cousins raved about. She did look so very sexy in it too. Uncle Paul embarrassed her when he hugged her at the dinner table and loudly said, to everyone, "Look how our little Ellie has blossomed in the last year!" In fact, I found myself staring at her (from time to time) as she talked and joked with our relatives. I could feel myself getting a boner from the sight of her. It was late when we drove home. It was quite a drive (about an hour) and Mom fell asleep in the front seat while Dad drove. Me and Ellen were in the back and I was just watching the cars go by on the freeway. I suddenly felt Ellen's hand on mine and I looked over and saw her smile at me. I smiled back and looked back out the side window. That's when I felt her take my hand and move it over to her. She placed it on her frilly lap for a mile or so and then suddenly I felt her maneuver it down and then up so that my hand was now just above the top of her nylon stocking, on her soft thigh, under the skirt of her dress. My dick went hard in a split second. It almost hurt the way it popped up so fast in my pants. I left it there for a while, feeling the heat of her smooth skin and then I felt her hand take mine and pull it up further, to the crotch of her lacy panties. God! What was she doing? Mom and Dad were only three feet away, in the front seat! I looked quickly to the front and saw Dad just staring forward and Mom slumped over, toward the passenger window, sleeping. I looked over at Ellen's mischievous smile and then down at her sexy, exposed leg, and my hand in the bundle of her frilly skirt. Gee, my brain told me, why not? I pushed my hand into my sister's underpants. Her pussy was gushing wet with her lubricant. My fingers probed into her gooey slit, under the soft material of her panties. I felt her clit and, as she spread her legs a little, I maneuvered my middle finger up into her hot girl hole. Ellen didn't make a sound, and neither did I. I just probed her for a long while. She only maneuvered her lower body occasionally to steer my finger to her feeling spots. Dad and Mom were totally unaware of what was happening behind them and that seemed to heighten my sexual arousal to even greater fury. But what was in this for MY satisfaction, I wondered? I reached down, with my free hand, and undid my pants. Then I reached over my body to Ellen's hand and placed it in my undershorts. Her hand found my hard dick but she pulled it right back out. What the fuck? I pulled her hand back again but she resisted, pulling her hand back from me. Then I suddenly realized something. Ellen had never touched ME. I had done it all to HER. She had never touched a dick in her life. I pulled my hard cock out of my pants and leaned over to her to whisper. "Touch it, Sis!" "No," she whispered back. "Come on," I whispered directly in her ear, "I'm doing YOU!" I put her hand on me again and this time she grasped my shaft. Her little hand felt so great on me. All the while my other hand was probing into her wet pussy. As she began to explore my cock, I began to massage her clit. I found that if I went to her clit, with my hand, whenever she made me feel good (with hers) I could signal her as to what would get me off. After a while she was jacking me off pretty good. Her hand moved slow but she was doing it at just the right spot. I started to rub her clit harder as I felt my own orgasm near. The car had left the freeway and we were now in a more lighted area. It was a bit scary because people in other cars could see us and the back seat was brighter. I could detect the smell of sex in the air around me and if Dad looked in the rear-view mirror... But he didn't and Ellen kept jacking and I kept twiddling and suddenly Ellen's legs went stiff and stretched and her hand tightened on me and I knew she was having an orgasm. That was enough to put me over and I started to cum, big time. The first shot of sperm flew up and hit the headliner of the car. This shocking event caused me to quickly put my free hand over the dick-head to act as a barrier for the rest of the spurts. Ellen's silent orgasm released her and she relaxed, next to me. I looked to the front seat. Dad had seen nothing. I looked up and a strand of sperm was hanging like a pendulum above me. Just at that moment it came down and plopped on my forehead. Ellen saw it and started to laugh loudly. "What's so funny back there?" Dad said and he started to turn his head. I pulled my hand quickly from my sister's crotch and she (just as quickly) pulled her hem down and crossed her legs. "Nothing." Ellen said, trying to contain her laughter. I had my hands over my dick and I started to button my pants when Dad had turned away. My lap was sopping with cum. 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