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"Ellen" by Emerson Laken-Palmer (5/5) 

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Ellen 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 eighteen!"
  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 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 little
ass swaying in her 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
were to jump 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 situation, I started to think about the curvy little
feminine body, up against me, and the immense pleasures that it
could give me.  I began to slowly fuck 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 and
looked at her face.  She was just watching the TV (as was I).
  I reached to my shorts and pulled them down, past my pipe-like
dick.  I had to scoot down a bit for the proper angle but I held
my cock and pushed it between her thick 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 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 warm 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!  It felt far too
good!  The compulsion to thrust my dick was just too overwhelming!
I had to fuck her!  But I had to fuck into her very slowly and
carefully.  It was maddening!  But ohhh did it feel so wonderful!
  As I slowly fucked her, I ran my hand up and down her soft side,
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
breast and supple nipple.
  I knew that we would not be able to "get off" this way but it was
just so delicious being 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 rubbing 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!  Actually 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 curve 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 so that I could clutch her firm
little breast as I fucked.  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.
  I could feel my cock swelling harder as my excitement was
reaching an unbearable level.  I stopped my 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 buried shaft) and her insides were gripping my rigid cock
tightly again and again as she had her orgasm spasms.  In the grip
of her climax, Ellen was pushing herself back hard on my deeply
buried penis 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.  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, 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 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 up 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 sperm that was running slowly down the inside of
my sister's leg.  It was plainly visible, as it dripped 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, 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 to 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 face me.  Her face was burning red 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 long strings!  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.  My
pussy smells like a dead fish this morning!"  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 him talking about committing mortal sin.... while I
thought about me and you...  and what we've been doing... and all
of your little... THINGS were swimming around inside 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 together.  Forget about  it!"
  It worked.  She believed me because I believed it now myself.


  The following Monday was her partyday 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 white and pink
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 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 she is," I said as I handed her another loaf of
bread.
  I suddenly felt sick and 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 testily.  "He just takes me to the show and
stuff."
  Ellen was wearing a pretty, white nightie and she looked so warm
and sexy as she sat on her bed with her legs drawn up and her knees
out to her sides, carefully applying the polish.  I couldn't help
staring at her smooth thighs and the crotch of her frilly panties.
  "Does he try anything with you?" I asked, as I felt myself harden
in my pants.  I wanted her.  Right now.
  "That's none of your business!" she said, not bothering to even
look up at me.
  "Ellie...?"  I whimpered to her.
  Ellen looked up from her toes at me now.  Her face contorted into
a look of shocked disgust as she saw me rubbing my hard dick
through the front of my pants.  "God!" she whined, "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 English 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 Ellen.  She was
sitting on the couch in the quiet livingroom.
  "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.... fucking each other?"
  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.

  Me and Ellen 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 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, in her pink robe, 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 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 in 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, and has three kids
now.  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).
  Me and Ellen never talk about what we did as kids and I often
wonder if she remembers 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 Ted.
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