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Ellen
by Emerson Laken-Palmer (address withheld)
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A coming of age story about a brother and sister and
their innocent and not so innocent urges. (mf-teens,
inc, 1st)
***
Author Note: 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.
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Chapter 1
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 hostile note. I'd go home and
jack off to try and ease this damnable frustration and
then fall asleep mad.
I would forget about the anger the 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. "hat'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 heating 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 Ellen
and I 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 then. 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 to 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 the 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. Ah, 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 tunes 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 lying 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 lie 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. "Lie 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
are Mom and Dad?" I asked wearily.
"Oh, they went to a party or something. They didn't say
when they'd be 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 sideways at her face and now her
eyes were closed and I could see that she was 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 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 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 quickly lay 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 juice 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 done 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.
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 Ellen
and I were alone again. She was sitting on the sofa,
still wearing her pretty Sunday 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?"
"Uh, yeah," I answered, puzzled.
"I hope Dad gets 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 as she 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 said.
"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. 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 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
gestured toward the stove now. "Your father and I are
taking your sister to her dental appointment," she
said, and then she called out to the living room,
"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 off!"
"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 its 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 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.
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 its 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.
Ellen and I 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 under
shorts.
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. I wiped my forehead with my shirtsleeve and looked
over to see my sister still giggling.
Chapter 4
A long weekend followed in which nothing much happened.
I hung around the house and Mom and Dad were busy with
shopping and such. Ellen had gone to stay the weekend
with her girlfriend Chris. With her away (and with
thoughts of what we had done in the back seat of the
family car) I seemed to crave her. This puzzled me. I
didn't want my mind so occupied with the sexual
attributes of my kid sister. It made me feel uneasy and
kind of dirty.
I just couldn't figure it all out. I had again made up
my mind to go back to what I considered a "normal"
relationship with her and keep these "sick" thoughts
(of my sister's body) away from my mind. But then I
would be watching TV and see a cute girl and start
thinking about the feel of Ellen's pussy in my hand, or
the smell of it, or how sensational it felt when I had
fucked her and my boner would be back and I would be
longing for her again.
My buddy Phil called on Sunday and wanted me to go to
the movies with him and his sister, Janice. I went,
reluctantly because I wanted to be home when my sister
got back. The movie was a bore and Phil and Janice
didn't add to my mood. Phil wanted me to "get to know"
his sister. She was just like he was; loud and clowning
around. She looked just like Phil too; skinny with red
hair and freckles. She even wore jeans and the same
leather jacket as he did but she had a sexy ass and
cute little tit bumps in her t-shirt.
Phil kept trying to make her talk to me but the way
that she ignored me let me know that she wasn't
interested. We stopped at a fast food place on the way
back and, while we were eating, they were laughing,
with each other, and making jokes. Phil kept telling me
to lighten up. "Come on, Dan! You're a big ball of
laughs tonight," Phil said sarcastically. "Have some
fun!"
"Yeah, sure."
"Tell him another joke, Jan," Phil ordered.
"Okay," she said. Then she thought a moment while she
ate a French fry. "I know," she suddenly said,
excitedly. "This guy gets married and calls his Dad
after his honeymoon. The Dad asks him how it was and
the guy says "Great! She was a virgin!" and the Dad
says, "Get rid of her then!" And the guy says, "Why?"
and the Dad says "Because if she wasn't good enough for
her own brothers, why should you have her?"
Phil and Janice laughed and laughed but my stomach
suddenly went sick.
"That's funny?" I asked.
"Sure," Phil said.
"Yeah," Janice added. "You know what they say, 'Incest
is best, put your brother to the test!'"
I looked at her, astonished. "You mean you and Phil..."
Her face went red with anger at me. "HELL NO! What do
you think we are?"
"Yeah!" Phil jumped in, "what are you... sick?" They
took me home.
Everyone was asleep. I looked in my sister's room on my
way to bed. She was sleeping soundly. I had the crazy
idea of going to her bed and feeling her pussy while
she was asleep. I shook that idiotic thought from my
mind and went to my room to jack off (thinking about
Ellen) and sleep.
The next day, at school, I was horny as a goat. All the
girls just seemed to look terrific and I fantasized
about fucking all of them or eating their pussies. I
couldn't wait to get home to relieve my sexual desire
with Ellen. When I got home, Ellen was already there.
Her chubby friend Kathy was with her and they were
working on some class project.
I sat in the living room and watched them work at the
dining room table. Ellen was wearing a short skirt that
really enhanced her young figure. Her top buttoned and
she had one too many unbuttoned so I could see flashes
of her white bra when she bent over the table to point
something out to Kathy. Looking at her was driving me
mad. Why did she have to have KATHY here? Why couldn't
we be alone?
After a time, Ellen went into the kitchen to get a
snack for her and her friend. I jumped up and followed
her in. I walked up behind her, as she looked in the
cupboard, and put my arms around her so that my hands
were on her breasts and I pushed my hard-on against the
crack of her ass. "What are you doing?" she said in a
testy voice and she pulled my hands from her.
"I want you," I said to her as she turned to face me.
"Are you CRAZY?" she said, her eyes wide with a look of
disgust.
"What do you mean?" I asked, angry now that she implied
that I was nuts.
"Kathy's here," she said, "and besides... I don't want
to do that kind of dirty thing anymore."
I was totally baffled now. I looked it, too. Ellen
walked away from me, to the refrigerator. She took out
some sandwich meat and mustard. I watched her make two
sandwiches but all the while I stared at her cleavage
(between the part of her blouse).
She noticed me and looked down at her chest. She made a
grunt of disapproval and buttoned the top two buttons.
"Is that ALL you ever think about?" she asked, with a
tone of disdain.
"I'm HORNY!" I pleaded at her.
Ellen made a face and gestured for me to quiet down.
"Go jack off then," she said in a bitchy voice, and
then she took the food out to Kathy.
Damn her! I thought, as I stood alone now in the
kitchen. I was really getting pissed because she was
coming on with such an attitude and making me feel like
some kind of a sicko (which, I guess, I was!) I stormed
up to my room and turned the stereo up loud, to try and
drown my horniness and my shame with the music, but it
didn't work. I really needed to get a nut off. That
would relieve this damnable urge.
I lay on the bed and whipped it out, jacking off with
urgency. But the damned thing didn't want my hand, it
wanted pussy. Real pussy! Pussy that I should be able
to have because she was just downstairs! But all I had
was my hand and it wasn't enough. I needed more to be
able to "get off." I got up and went into the bathroom,
looking for my sister's panties. I figured that if I
could just smell her pussy again (while I jacked off),
that would be enough.
There were no panties there, though. Now I ran
downstairs to the basement and the laundry hamper. I
tore through the dirty clothes, tossing them on the
floor, looking for what I needed. I found not one, but
three pairs of panties, all with nice pussy deposits in
the crotches. I was going to sniff each to select the
spiciest pair but then I suddenly had a terrible
thought: Were all of these Ellen's? Or was one of them
Mom's? God, I didn't want to smell the old lady's
underpants! I looked for the labels, inside the silky
garments, to see what the sizes were.
They were all size 5. Did that mean Mom or Ellen? Shit!
With no panties to smell I just left the house and took
a long run to try and exercise away my craving. That
night, I watched Ellen closely as she ate dinner across
from me. Damn she looked good. That long, blond hair.
Those full, pouty lips of hers. The twin swells of her
breasts in her blouse.
She didn't seem to be looking over at me at all. She
was just talking about school and her friends with Mom
and Dad. Was she serious, this afternoon, when she had
said that she didn't want to have sex anymore? I
couldn't believe that. Not after as far as we had gone
with each other. I knew that I could talk her into
screwing again if I could just get her alone. "Ellie,"
I asked, "would you like to go to a movie, with me,
tonight?" I figured that I could stop and fuck her, in
the back seat of my car, on the way home. She looked at
me with a non-committal face.
"Thanks Danny, but Kathy's coming back to help me
finish my project."
Shit! Did she smile a little after she refused? Did she
know what I wanted?
"That's sweet, Danny," Mom said, "taking your sister to
a movie. You never asked her before."
I looked quickly down at my plate. I didn't want Mom or
Dad to EVER imagine what was going on. "Oh, I just
didn't want to go alone..." Suddenly an idea hit me. I
looked over at Mom. "Hey, how would you and Dad like to
go to a show? My treat!" That would get them out of the
house and leave me alone with Ellen.
"Oh, that's nice of you to offer, son," Dad said, "but
I'm bushed. I think I'll hit the hay early tonight."
And everybody stayed home.
Kathy came back over and she and my sister worked on
school shit until eleven when Kathy had to go home.
Being late, Kathy asked me to drive her, which I did.
When I got back home, the lights were out and Ellen had
gone to bed. What a bitch! I lay in my room, jittery
from horniness and jostled and turned until I finally
fell asleep.
When I awoke I felt something strange in the darkness.
I looked at the clock: it was well after midnight. I
rolled on my side and was surprised to see two wide
eyes staring at me and the smell of sweet breath in my
face. It was Ellen! I put my hands on her, under the
blankets. She was completely naked. "What are you doing
in here?"
"I want some sex," she whispered, "don't you?"
"What if we're caught?"
"Mom and Dad are sleeping. I checked before I came in
here."
God, she pissed me off! Why didn't she do it with me,
when I wanted it, earlier? "What makes you think I want
it now?" I asked.
She reached into my shorts and squeezed my dick. It
jumped to rock-hard life. "Are you kidding?" she
whispered.
Damn her! She really had a power over me that I could
not control. She pulled the blankets off of us and I
could see her beautiful, budding body in the moonlight
from the bedroom window. Her tits were so firm and
stood out from her chest and her large nipples were
softly erect. As she leaned over and coaxed my shorts
off, her soft, blond hair tickled my chest.
"Really Sis," I whispered, "I'm tired and you had your
chance this afternoon."
She moved her warm, naked body to me and pushed her
soft lips to mine, holding my stiff, exposed dick in
her diminutive hand and squeezing it. It was more than
ready. "Stop talking," she whispered, "I want to fuck!"
She got to her knees and then she straddled my prone
body so that her pussy was over my loins. I looked down
and I could see the open cleft at her fuzzy crotch. She
reached under her, to my dick, and steered it as she
lowered herself down. The sensitive head (of my cock)
felt the hot, wet contact of her pussy and started
bucking already. It was thrilling as she slowly settled
on it, taking it in to her carefully because of her
extreme tightness.
When she was fully on me, and our pubic bones were
meshed, I could feel the roof of her insides pressing
on my dick-head. It was wonderful! I ran my hands up
and down the sides of her soft, curvy body as she sat
still on me, her face showing a curious grimace.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"God, you're so BIG," she quietly squealed, as she sat
there, with her eyes closed, waiting to get used to me.
I reached up and grasped her warm breasts, squeezing
lightly. I couldn't keep myself from pushing my shaft
up, into her, from the bed.
Man, my little sister felt so good! Just being inside
her again was ecstasy! Then she put her hands on my
shoulders, as she leaned over me, and Ellen started to
slowly screw herself on my cock. It was heaven! I
strained up with my head and took one of her nipples
into my mouth. It was thumb-tip sized and soft and
tasted slightly salty. I began to suck on it as she
fucked me, still squeezing her other firm, breast in my
hand.
"Oh yes!" she whispered, "that feels so good! Suck on
it, Danny!"
After only a few moments, I was ready to spurt! I
pulled my mouth from her tit and pulled her upper body
down, motionless, on top of me. "Stop or I'll cum in
you," I urgently whispered.
"Okay," she panted in my ear, "let's just lay and feel
each other until your cum feeling goes away."
God! It was harder to be motionless, inside of her,
than it sounded. I hugged her soft, slim body tightly
to me for a time, feeling her chest heaving with her
excited breathing and her fragrant hair on my face and
her hot pussy clasping at my sensitive, rigid cock.
After a time, my feeling of orgasm subsided a little
and I started to thrust my cock up into her again to
show her that I was ready. Ellen got up on her arms and
she began to fuck me some more, churning her pubic bone
on mine as my cock pressed deeply into her hot,
restrictive belly. The smell of her sex filled my
nostrils as I looked down and watched her curvy hips
working in a fuck motion.
I could hear the squishy sound of her pussy now, as she
worked it on me. I could also see, at her flat lower
stomach, her little, ash-blonde pubic patch meshing, in
sexual intercourse, with my, brillo-like, black hair.
God! The sight made me want to boil over with cum again
and I quickly pulled her back down and held her body
motionless, against me, once more.
"Oh, I was so close!" she breathlessly cried in my ear.
"God you feel so good, Ellie! I can hardly stand it!
You're going to make me cum in you if you don't stop!"
My sister cried little noises of frustration on top of
me and began to kiss my ear and my neck and my chin and
my cheeks as I lay under her and tried to calm myself
down. "Make me cum," she breathlessly whispered between
her kisses. "I want to cum, Danny. I need to cum. I
want to feel what it's like to cum with you inside me."
Ellen tried to work her pussy on my sensation receptive
cock but I quickly grabbed her round, baby-soft ass and
held it firmly to keep her from pushing me over the
edge.
We lay for a time more, holding our naked bodies
tightly together and panting into each others' ears. We
were becoming slick with sexual heat and perspiration
as we clung to one another in the darkened room.
"Okay," I finally whispered, as I realized that I had
calmed down a little bit. "But go slow, Ellie."
Ellen grabbed my shoulders tightly and pushed her upper
body back up over me. I could see her eyes close and
her face take on a determined, dreamy expression as she
started to resume her fucking motion on me. I again
took her sweaty breast into my mouth and sucked its
large, hard nipple as I grasped the curves of her hips
and felt the urgency of her quickening fuck movements.
I tried, with all of my might, not to even think about
cumming as she strongly gyrated her sexy little body on
me. Ellen bent her head down to my ear and whispered,
"I'm almost there, Danny. I want you to kiss me, real
hard, while I cum."
I moved my mouth to find hers and, as our tongues
entwined, I felt her body suddenly go rigid. She
started to moan into my face, through her nose, and her
lips clamped tighter on mine and she began to suck my
mouth violently. I could feel her pussy spasm and it
started to squeeze my dick with a velvety wet clamp as
she ground her little pussy, fast and hard, on my dick
bone.
It took all the strength I had to keep myself from
erupting in her. I strained against my approaching
orgasm and I pushed my cock up into her and waited
until she had fully climaxed and, at the first hint of
her relaxing, I pulled her back down on top of me and
held her tightly.
She pulled her mouth away from mine and said, "Oh,
God!" And then she pulled her lower body up so that my
swollen dick pulled out of her with a loud, wet,
suction sound. "Oh God, Danny," she repeated,
breathlessly. "It's so sensitive now. I can't have it
inside me anymore."
"What?"
She lay herself back down on me so that her fuzzy pubic
mound rested on my throbbing cock. "I'm tingling all
over, Danny. I think I'm still cumming! Ohhhh! It was
wonderful," she cooed in my ear, "but my pussy just
tickles too much now to have you in me anymore."
"B-but what about me? How do I get off?"
She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I'll
work it out of you with my hand again."
Well, I reasoned, I really didn't want to take the
chance of cumming in her... I was so horny now that
anything would feel good. But, in my hormonal rage, an
idea came to me. "Ellie," I asked, "do you think you
could put it in your mouth?"
"What?!"
"You know..."
"You mean, blow you?" She sounded irate and she lifted
her head from my shoulder and looked directly at me.
"I'm not going to blow you, Danny!"
"God, Ellie! I licked your pussy!"
"Yeah, but you like it!"
"No I don't," I lied, "I did it for YOU. So you would
get pleasure. Couldn't you do the same for me?"
She was quiet for a while and she bent her head so that
her forehead was touching my collar bone. I wondered
what was going through her mind. "Well, okay," she said
reluctantly, "but don't you dare cum in my mouth!"
"Oh, never!" I said.
Ellen sat up and leaned over and suddenly the room was
full of light. She had turned on the lamp.
"What?"
"I want to see it," she said, as she moved to sit,
cross legged, next to my thighs, "I want to see it when
you cum."
"Yeah, sure." I looked down at her pretzeled little
body as she leaned over my dick and held it in her
hand. She gazed at it, pasty with her drying moisture,
for long moments.
"It smells like pussy," she observed, crinkling her
nose. "Shouldn't you go clean it?"
"No," I assured her, "it's YOUR pussy!"
She shrugged and dropped her tongue to the tip of it.
The warm, wet contact made me shiver. "This is so
nasty," she whispered, looking at me over the top of my
dick and grinning in pained embarrassment, "I can't
believe I'm doing this." But then she put the head
between her lips and softly sucked on it. Son of a
bitch it was spectacular!
My cock just thrilled, my mind was numb.
She pulled her face back a little and now seemed to be
minutely examining my shaft and my balls for a few
moments. A drop of excited pre-cum appeared out of the
opening of my dick as she held it firmly in her hand.
She turned her head to me, pulling her hair over so
that I could see her pretty face. Then my little sister
started to jerk me off, leaning down to just lick or
kiss the head every so often.
"Put it in your mouth," I softly instructed.
Ellen made a sour face but she bent over and put the
head between her lips again, sucking now as she jacked
me. She scraped me with her teeth a couple of times (at
first) but, as she got used to what she was doing, I
could sense that she was becoming interested in how to
please me and that she was actually getting into it
herself.
Her eyes closed (the way they did when she was kissing)
and her sucking and jacking soon began to feel
deliciously sensual and wondrous. After a time, she
started to slowly lick my cock, from the base to the
tip, with long, wet tongue strokes, as she gripped my
shaft and squeezed it. The sensations made me whimper
and lift my ass from the bed.
"Does this feel good?" she asked, smiling coyly as she
looked up my body at me.
"Hell, yes!" I quietly moaned.
Now she swirled her tongue around the throbbing head,
causing me to gasp and clutch at my bed sheets. Then it
seemed like she was trying to see just how much of me
she could take into her pretty mouth. She began
squeezing my balls gently, with one hand, as she pumped
the base of my shaft with the other and lowered her
face to my loins so that my cock head pushed deep into
her hot, sucking mouth.
I could feel her breath on my pubic hair and hear the
baby-like sounds she made as she nursed on me and her
tender tongue worked at tickling my most sensitive
area. It charged me with an almost unbearable,
compelling ecstasy.
I could feel my balls tighten, as she cradled them in
her hand, and they began to gush with my load. I
reached quickly down and pulled her hair back so that I
could see my cock disappearing into that sweet mouth...
"I'm cumming!" I urgently whispered and she pulled her
face back as if my dick had been a snake. She kept
jacking me though and you should have seen her eyes
light up, like a kid on Christmas morning, when I
started to spurt huge, milky jets into the air.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, as she looked down at my dick and
the pearly cum that was shooting out and then oozing
from the tip and dripping down the shaft and over her
jacking hand. She was smiling brightly at what she had
done.
Then, to my awe, Ellen suddenly leaned over and took
the, sperm coated, head of my dick into her mouth and
sucked on it, thrilling me beyond belief as I felt her
draw out the last of my orgasm and my thick jizz along
with it.
When I was fully spent, she pulled her mouth from me
and sat up, licking my cum from her pretty lips with a
thoughtful expression on her face, as if she were
testing a recipe that she had concocted. Then she
looked at me, pulling her long blond hair around to the
back of her head again, and said, matter-of-factly,
"Your cum isn't so icky, I guess. It's kind of bitter
though," she casually stated, "but it's sweet... with a
sort of a pepper taste to it."
That's when we heard our parent's door open and Ellen
quickly reached over and turned out the light. We sat
together in the darkness and listened to the sounds of
Dad taking a squirt. Then the toilet flushed and we
heard him go back to bed.
Ellen got up and pulled her night-shirt on over her
head. "Thanks Ellie," I said, "that was great!" She
leaned over the bed and kissed me with a passionate,
open mouth. I could taste my sperm on her tongue as she
did it. When she pulled her lips away, she looked into
my eyes and sweetly whispered, "I love you, Danny."
Then she stood up and quietly left the room.
Chapter 5
The next morning, I drove Ellen to school with me. She
was very quiet on the way. "What's with you?" I asked
as I parked the Firebird. "I don't know," she answered.
"I feel kind of funny this morning."
"What do you mean 'funny'?"
"I don't know, Danny. I just don't feel right about
last night. I mean, it felt really good and all... I
just feel really guilty and dirty about it now. I
always do afterwards. And I sucked your cock," she
added in a pained whisper.
"Oh Ellen, a lot of girls do that..."
"Not nice ones, Danny."
"Ellen, you're a nice girl. You're the nicest girl I
can think of."
"You don't think I'm like a whore or something?" Her
little voice trembled on the edge of tears. "Danny, I'm
only fifteen!"
I leaned over and hugged her (looking around to make
sure that nobody saw me). "No, Ellie," I told her,
"you're just as sweet as can be. Don't think about it
that way. It felt great to me. I really loved it!"
Ellen hugged me back and opened the car door. "Just
don't ask me to do it again," she said, wiping her wet
cheeks with her fingertips.
"Alright," I answered. "...If it makes you feel so
bad."
She started to get out but I reached over and grabbed
her arm. "What about the other things, Ellie? Can we do
the other things again?"
"I-I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Ellie?" I demanded.
"Maybe... When I'm in the mood. Maybe."
I let her go and watched her walk toward her friends,
her cute little ass swaying sexily in her tight blue
jeans. We didn't do anything for the next month. We
were alone many times, but we occupied ourselves with
other things. It was like we had gone back to just
being brother and sister again. I started to feel
better about myself.
I still wasn't scoring with any chicks but Christmas
came and went and now I was on the track team and we
were practicing three times a week. I think it took a
lot of the sexual energy away from me.
One Saturday night in January we were all home and
watching TV. A big movie was coming on and Mom and Dad
were sitting in their favorite chairs while I lay on
the couch in nothing but my track shorts. Ellen came
down from the bathroom. She had just taken a shower and
she was wearing her pink night-shirt. "What's on?" she
asked.
"It's a James Bond thing, hon," Mom said. "It's just
starting. Why don't you sit down and watch it with us?
It'll be a family get together."
"I'm kind of tired," Ellen said in a sleepy voice, "and
I feel sorta chilled."
"Maybe you're coming down with something," Mom said.
"You just got out of the shower, Ellie. Put the blanket
by the couch, around you."
Ellen got the blue blanket and sat down on the couch by
my knees. She watched the movie for a time and then she
lay down, in front of me, pulled the blanket over us
and propped her head up on her elbow. It was like the
first time when I felt her pussy here on the couch.
Only now Mom and Dad were right here with us.
I could feel Ellen's soft ass up against my dick again
and (even though I fought it) I could sense it go
instantly hard. Damn! I thought. Why did this have to
happen now? What if she jumped up and Mom or Dad saw
it? The movie went on and Ellen didn't move and my dick
stayed hard and I started to sweat. But even though I
was in this uncomfortable state, I started to think
about the curvy feminine body up against me, and the
immense pleasures that it could give me.
I began to slowly make fucking motions at my sister's
bum. It was like the last time again. Ellen didn't move
or change her expression or look away from the TV. I
reached down, under the cover of the blanket, and
pulled the back of her night shirt up. She wasn't
wearing any panties. I pushed my hand between her warm,
soft thighs and began to manipulate her pussy. It was
unusually dry, in her girl slit, when my finger's first
got there, but as I probed around, inside her, she
became very slick and wet. She and I still looked
ahead, at the TV, as if nothing was going on.
Mom and Dad were only a few feet away (in either
direction) and they watched the TV and commented to
each other about it, from time to time, unaware that
their son's finger was now deep inside their daughter's
pussy. I was so excited that I thought I was going to
explode.
Ellen was as wet as could be now. I pulled my hand from
her pussy and looked at her face. She was just watching
the TV (as was I). I reached to my shorts and pulled
them aside, past my pipe-like dick. I had to scoot down
a bit, to get into the proper position, but I held my
cock and pushed it between her thighs so that the tip
was pressing at her wet opening.
It was incredible!
I could feel Ellen move so that we could get a better
angle for penetration and then I felt her legs part
slightly and her hand grasped my dick (from between her
thighs) and maneuvered it into her hot moist hole. I
slowly pushed my cock into my sister (and felt her
pushing back) until my dick-head was touching the roof
of her insides and my pubic bone was up against the
soft pillows of her smooth ass cheeks.
But what was I to do now? I couldn't just fuck her with
our parents in the room. They'd see (and maybe hear)
the movements. But I couldn't remain motionless inside
of her either! It felt far too good! The compulsion to
thrust my dick was just too overwhelming! I had to fuck
her! But I knew that I had to fuck into her very slowly
and very carefully. It was maddening! But oh did it
feel so wonderful!
As I carefully fucked her, I ran my hand up and down
her soft, girlish frame, from her shoulder, down her
thin waist and up the curve of her hip and down her
bare thigh. I ran my hand up under her night-shirt and
up her smooth little body to pet and stroke her warm,
fleshy breasts and supple nipples. I knew that we would
not be able to "get off" this way but it was just so
delicious being sexually joined to her with such danger
in the room.
I became aware that Ellen's hand was between her legs
and that she was rubbing her pussy with my dick inside
of her. I could feel the motion of her slick pussy
flesh on the base of my cock as her fingers worked at
her clit. I could also feel her insides tighten
whenever her clit would telegraph a jolt of pleasure
through her body. This, in turn, would send a thrilling
jolt through my sensitive, buried dick!
Wow! Man, was this exciting! I could hardly stand it!
What an incredible situation! Fucking my sister, right
here, under Mom and Dad's nose!
I moved my hand to the soft curve of her hip and
(ignoring the danger) began to fuck her faster (pushing
in deeper and pulling her onto my cock). Ellen
responded by manipulating her clit, with her fingers, a
little faster. I held her girlish curves more tightly
now and started to really ram myself into her (but with
very little noticeable movement and absolutely no
sound!).
I worked my other hand under her body so that I could
clutch her firm little breast as I fucked her. It's
nipple stood out like a hard thimble and I squeezed it
and pulled her hip back on me and thrust my cock deeply
into her again and again and again.
We fucked and fucked, like this, for quite an exciting
while. It was so nasty and dangerous and thrilling to
churn my sex into hers with our parents right in the
same room, sitting right beside us. I could feel my
cock swelling harder as my excitement was reaching an
unbearable level.
I stopped my surreptitious thrusting and just held the
curve of her hip tightly, squeezing her tit hard and
pushing myself into her as far as I could go. Then I
could feel it: Ellen's body went stiff and she was
cumming. Her fingers were pushing hard on her clit (and
the base of my inserted dick) and her insides were
gripping my rigid cock tightly again and again as she
had her orgasm.
In the grip of her climax, Ellen was pushing herself
back hard on my deeply buried shaft and forcing it into
her even further. It was too much for me. I couldn't
help myself. I started to cum. And I mean CUM! I could
feel my cock jerking hard as I began to forcefully
ejaculate, jet after jet of thick, hot sperm, deep into
my own little sister's womb.
My orgasm was so intense that I thought my heart would
stop! I grabbed her, at the curves of both hips now, so
that I could pull her harder onto my cock and get my
nut off even more, into her, real good. I could feel
her soft ass cheeks spreading, on my lower stomach, as
I tried to thrust my erupting shaft up, into her tender
little pussy, even further and (at the same time) I
felt her insides squeezing repeatedly on my spewing
cock and exquisitely milking my load out of me and
drawing it into her.
Pull it out? I couldn't pull it out! Even if I wanted
to! My parents would detect the sound or movement! I
had to clamp my lips together, to keep from screaming,
as it was!
Ellen had stopped breathing during her cum and now I
could faintly hear her trying to catch her breath as
her orgasm released her. I was still cumming though. I
could feel her start to pull forward, to get my cock
out of her, but I had a strong hold of both her curvy
hips and I held her baby-soft, shapely, little body in
place so that I could pump the rest of my cum into her.
Thinking back, I know it was the best orgasm I ever had
in my life! I nearly passed out from the thrill of it!
But, through it all, we remained perfectly silent (both
staring ahead at the TV) as if nothing were happening.
When I was completely spent, I let go of her and she
scootched forward and sat up, pulling the cover of the
blanket abruptly off of us. What the hell was she
doing? I quickly reached down and pulled my shorts over
my slimy, wet dick.
Mom looked over. "Ellen," she said. "You should go to
bed right now, honey. You DO look flushed! Are you
okay?"
"Sure, Mom," Ellen said breathlessly, wiping the
moisture from her face. She got up, leaving the blue
blanket behind and stood in front of the couch. "I AM
tired though."
"You go on to bed," Mom went on. "You might be coming
down with something. You really look funny."
Suddenly (and with immense horror) I noticed the large,
pearl-colored glop of thick, clingy sperm that was
trailing slowly down the inside of my sister's leg. It
was plainly visible, as it slimed past the side of her
knee, from just under her night-shirt. I quickly jumped
up and wrapped the blanket around her to hide it.
"Here, Sis!" I almost yelled, "You don't want to get
chilled again!"
Ellen, now wrapped in the blanket and with a curious,
befuddled expression on her face, walked slowly
upstairs. Mom and Dad turned back to the TV. I sat down
heavily, my heart pounding. They had seen nothing!
The next day was Sunday and we went to Mass. Ellen
acted funny as she sat next to me, looking so sweet and
pretty, in her pink Sunday dress. I kept moving toward
her (so that our bodies touched) but she kept moving
away. I put my hand on hers (on the pew between us) and
I suddenly felt her pinch me hard with her sharp
fingernails. I looked at my hand: the little bitch drew
blood!
After church Mom and Dad dropped us off and they went
shopping. I followed Ellen into the house and stopped
her as she was quickly heading up the stairs to her
room (as if to get away from me). "What's the deal,
Sis?"
She spun around to look at me. Her face was burning
with anger and she pushed it close to mine and yelled,
"You CAME in me last night!"
"Well, yeah," I said. "I couldn't help it."
"Couldn't HELP it?!!" Her jaw dropped open, in
disbelief, for a moment. "God, Danny! I went up to my
room and your stuff was just dripping out of me in huge
gobs! I didn't know what to do with it all! I went into
the bathroom and wiped and wiped but it just kept
coming out. In fact, it dripped out of me all night!"
Her blue eyes started to tear up and her chin dimpled
and trembled as she continued. "I had to sit there,"
she cried loudly now, "...in church... and listen to
the priest talking about mortal sin... while I thought
about you and me... and what we've been doing... and
all of your little... THINGS swimming around in me!"
"Well," I said calmly to her hysterical face. "Don't
worry about it." I tried to think of something that
would calm her down. "I don't think my sperm will work
on you, me being your brother."
"It won't?"
"No! I don't think so. How many people have you ever
heard of who had Aunts and Uncles for parents?" I could
see her calming down as she stopped sobbing and thought
about it. "There isn't any," I assured her. "My sperms
and your eggs are way too much alike. They won't mix.
Forget about it!"
It worked. She believed me because I believed it now
myself. The following Monday was her sixteenth birthday
and she had a big party with lots of her friends from
school there. Eddie (Alfred E. Newman) was there and he
was all dressed up for the occasion. So was Ellen. She
wore a great looking, lacy, white dress. I bought her a
necklace with a diamond in it. I don't know why. It
cost me almost all the money I had saved but you should
have seen her face when I clasped it at her neck. It
was the best present she got and she was crazy about
it.
Somebody put music on and Ellen danced with every boy
there, except for me. (She would never dance with her
brother in front of her friends.) I remember watching
her and feeling an odd sort of jealousy. God, that was
queer! Being jealous of your own sister! I was helping
Mom make more sandwiches (Dad went out for the night to
be away from the commotion) and Mom leaned to me and
said, "Your sister is so pretty and lovely tonight,
Danny."
"Yeah, I guess so," I said as I handed her another loaf
of bread. "This is such a special day for a girl," Mom
went on, "you probably don't understand such things,
Danny, but today our Ellie is sweet sixteen." Mom
sighed loudly now and wiped a tear from her eye with
the back of her hand. "She's our family's little
angel," she said in a voice breaking from emotion, "and
today she's sweet sixteen... and has never been
kissed."
I suddenly felt sick. I went back into the family room
where the party was. Ellen and Eddie were gone. I asked
about her and her friends said that she and Eddie had
gone outside. They all laughed about Eddie having
something to give her. I went outside to look for them.
They were at the picnic table in the back yard. Ellen
was wearing Eddie's suit jacket and they were
whispering and laughing with each other. I hid in the
bushes, shivering.
Then I saw him kiss her and she kissed him back (the
way she had kissed me). I turned away. I couldn't stand
to see that.
Ellen seemed really happy for the next week. She could
go out with Eddie now and he seemed to call for her
(and take her out) almost every night. I asked her what
she and Eddie were doing (when I found her alone in her
room one day, painting her toenails).
"Nothing," she said casually. "He just takes me to the
show and stuff." Ellen was wearing a pretty, white,
baby-doll nightie and she looked so warm and sexy as
she sat on her bed with her exposed legs drawn up and
her knees out to her sides, bending over and carefully
applying the polish. I couldn't help staring at her
smooth thighs and the crotch of her frilly underpants.
I could also see one of her breasts, down the neck
opening of her nightie. She wasn't wearing a bra.
"Does he try anything with you?" I asked, as I felt
myself harden in my shorts. I wanted her again. Right
now.
"That's none of your business!" she said, not bothering
to even look up at me.
"Ellie...?" I whimpered to her.
She looked up now and I saw her pretty face contort
into a sour expression as she noticed that I was
rubbing the evident outline of my hard cock through the
front of my pants.
"God!" she whined in revulsion, "Get out of my room,
Danny!"
Man, I was really fucked up.
For the next week, I worked hard at keeping myself
occupied with track and stuff. I met a girl named
Shelly. She was really sweet and cute as could be. She
had black hair and pale skin and freckles. She was in
my new second semester Biology class. I asked her out
and she said yes so I took her to an Elton John
concert. She had a really good time (and so did I) and
she gave me a really great kiss when I took her home. I
didn't try anything with her but the way that she held
her body against me, when we kissed, telegraphed a
message that I could get somewhere with her in the
future if I tried.
When I got home, everyone was asleep except for Ellen.
She was sitting on the couch in the quiet living room.
"Have fun?" she asked, though it was plain that she
didn't want to know. She seemed oddly mad at me.
"Yeah!"
"Did she give you any?" Ellen's eyes blazed at me.
"She kisses real good," I said, as I hung up my coat.
Ellen walked over to me and pointed a finger in my
face. "You fucker!" she almost screamed it.
"What's the deal?" I asked her.
"That dirty little tramp!"
"Tramp? You don't even know Shelly."
"I don't WANT to know her!"
Then it hit me. Ellen was jealous! Just as I had been!
Something made me grab her and hold her to me but she
pulled away and turned her back to me. "It's no big
deal," I found myself saying. "I only kissed her once."
I found it all very comical. But then I noticed that
Ellen was actually crying. God, this was a sick
situation but I felt strangely sorry for her. I turned
her around. Big tears were rolling down her cheeks. I
took her in my arms again and hugged her tightly. She
hugged me back this time though. I took her to the
couch and pulled the wet, blond hairs from her cheeks.
"Ellie, what's the matter?"
"I don't know," she said, as she folded her hands on
her lap and looked away from me. "It's crazy, I know it
is, but I can't stand the thought of another girl
touching you."
I knew the feeling.
"Listen," I said, "we're both a little screwed up right
now. But we need to see other people. It's the right
thing for both of us. I felt the same way about you and
Eddie. But now I'm getting more used to it. It's good
that you and Eddie go out and I should go out with
Shelly."
Ellen put her face in her hands and cried some more,
only harder now.
"Ellie, come on! It's not that bad!"
She looked at me now with a red, teary face. "It IS!"
she choked.
"Why?"
"Danny, I missed my period. It was supposed to happen
yesterday, but it didn't. And nothing today either.
I've been waiting up to tell you."
Fear gripped me as I heard her cry the words. I was
dumbfounded. I just sat there for a while and listened
to her cry while my heart pounded loudly in my chest.
"Well," I finally asked her, "have you and Eddie
been... you know?"
Ellen's eyes got wide and flashed anger and she
suddenly started pounding me with her little fists.
"You bastard!" she shrieked and I had to grab her
flailing hands and hold them as I signaled for her to
be quiet so that she wouldn't wake up Mom and Dad.
"What do you think I am, a whore?" she cried wetly.
"There's been no one but you, Danny!"
I grabbed her and hugged her to me tightly again as she
cried and cried into my shoulder. As odd as this may
sound to you, I knew that Ellen was really a very
decent girl (even though she had let ME fuck her). I
wished I hadn't asked her that stupid question now but
it was MY jealousy talking.
Ellen and I were terrified for the next few days about
her being pregnant. I couldn't eat or sleep. My stomach
was a knotted mess and I could see that Ellen was the
same way. Guilt and shame were eating up the both of
us. How would we ever get out of this situation? How
could we tell our parents about this unthinkable thing
that we had done? What about the little baby that we
would be having?
There wasn't a moment of the day that I wasn't tied in
a knot, worrying myself sick about the consequences of
fucking my sister. On Monday morning, I woke up and
went into the bathroom. I could hear Mom and Dad
talking normally downstairs. I wondered how they would
be talking when we told them that their lovely, teenage
daughter was pregnant by their fucking idiot son?
Ellen, wearing her yellow robe and fuzzy slippers, came
into the bathroom while I was pissing. "What?" I asked,
irritated by her intrusion and my lack of sleep. She
didn't say anything.
She just reached under the sink and pulled out one of
those tampons and then she stood and grinned widely at
me as she waved it happily in front of my eyes. "I got
my period," she sang and then she turned and almost
danced out of the bathroom.
Man, was that a relief!
Thinking back, I don't remember us ever doing anything
sexual with each other again. I wanted to a few times.
Oh, I may have just felt her up, once or twice, for
fun. Ellen got much shapelier during the next year and
the sight of her body (in a bikini or her bra and
panties) would drive anyone wild. But we just stopped
and went back to a totally normal relationship.
I love Ellen a lot and I know that she loves me. She's
married, to a plumbing fixture salesman now and has
three kids. She still looks very sexy and Ted's a
fucking lucky guy. I'm married (to Shelly) and we have
two little girls (one named Ellen). Ellen and I never
talk about what we did as kids and I often wonder if
she remembers it, or ever thinks about it, the way I
do. Would I still fuck her if I had the chance? I don't
know.
I'll tell you one thing though. I have never forgotten
that thing she told me once; "You got my cherry, Danny.
And no matter who fucks me in the future, I'll always
belong to you!" Funny. I always think about that when I
look at her husband, Ted.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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