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Subject: EBS: Ellen [07/26] 

                            Ellen
                             by
                     Emerson Laken-Palmer

                           Part 7.

  I couldn't stand it any longer.  "Ellie," I called to her and
she sat up and turned to me, sitting Indian style, with her knees
up and her ankles crossed.  She seemed to be all legs and
underpants now.
  "What?" She smiled up at me.
  What was I going to say?  How could I ask her for what I wanted?
Sitting there, like that, she seemed so sweet and innocent.  I was
kind of afraid and oddly embarrassed.  "Come here." I told her.
  "No," she said, still smiling sweetly.  "You come down here."
  I moved like a rocket and sat down next to her on the carpet.
  "Ellie," I asked, into her smiling, pretty features, "do you ever
think about what we did a few weeks ago?"  As I said it, I reached
between her open legs and rubbed the soft crotch of her panties,
feeling the twin pillows of her pussy and the indention of her slit
through the warm material.
  Her face turned instantly sour and then her blue eyes went wide
in shocked surprise.  "No!" she gasped into my face, stretching the
word in astonishment, and she roughly pulled my hand from her
crotch and pushed it back at me.  Her face was burning red now and
her eyes seemed to bore into mine as she leaned to me and firmly
said, "Don't you EVER touch me, like that, again or I'll tell Mom
and Dad what you did!"
  She got to her feet quickly and angrily stomped upstairs, leaving
me alone on the carpet.  I could hear her moving around in the
bathroom as I sat on the floor and thought about what an absolute
asshole I was for asking her.  After a few minutes I heard her go
into her room, slamming the door.
  Great.  Now what must she think of me?  What a piece of shit I
truly am!  Why did I have to ask her?  Why didn't I control myself?
  I turned off the TV and went up to go to bed and try and forget
about what a stupid thing I had done - again!
  What was she going to do now?  Would she just forget about it
again (like the last time) or would she really tell Mom or Dad,
when they got home, to put a stop to me?
  As I went into the bathroom, I saw her panties on the floor by
the clothes chute.  I couldn't help myself.  I picked them up and
examined the crotch.  It was wet with her fluids.  I put it to my
nose and I could strongly smell that enticing pussy scent again.
  Now I could see myself, in the mirror, with my sister's
underpants at my face.  Did I look like a perverted fucker!
  Feeling like total shit now, I dropped the panties, turned out
the light and went into my room.  Man, I was really low!  I sat on
the edge of my bed for a time and put my face in my hands.
  That's when I heard her come into my room.  I looked up and she
was just standing there in front of me.
  "What?" I asked, afraid that she was going to slap me now or yell
at me again for what I had done downstairs.
  She didn't say anything.  She just reached over and placed her
index finger under my nose.  It was moist and strong with the smell
of her pussy.
  I knew immediately what this gesture meant.  Letting me sniff her
very private smell was her way of granting me consent without
having to say a word.  Man, did my hormones kick in!
  I looked up at her face.  It held the same vacant, longing
expression that I saw on my own face (in the bathroom mirror) when
I was smelling her panties.
  I grabbed the bottom of her pink night-shirt and pulled it up,
exposing her curves to me.  She wasn't wearing any underpants and
I could see her pussy right in front of my face.  It was the most
attractive thing I had ever seen in my life.  It looked so much
different than the last time I had seen it-- when we were both
younger.  Ellen now had pretty, ash colored pussy hair.  It was
only slightly curly and the hairs were not very long.  The little
patch only covered from just above her pubic bone and then between
her legs.  I could see the slit between her puffy pussy lips and
the button of her clit protruding slightly.
  I leaned my face over to smell her.  Her sexual fragrance was
very sharp in my nostrils now as I inhaled.
  God!  My hormones were on fire for it!
  I put my face to the soft hair and I kissed it.  I kissed and
kissed and kissed that beautiful thing, savoring its alluring odor
while I did it.  I put my hands on her soft ass cheeks and pushed
her lower body to my face.  I began to work my kisses into the
moist slot between the furry, fleshy pads of her pussy and I could
detect her feminine secretions clinging to my lips.  I put my
tongue out to taste her.
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