Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer Part 21. "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 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 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, 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 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. Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer Part 22. 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 carefully. It was maddening! But ohhh did it feel so wonderful! As I 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 breast and supple nipple. 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. 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 inserted dick) 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 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. 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 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. Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer Part 23. 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 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 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 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 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 mortal sin.... while I thought about me and you... 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." Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer Part 24. "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 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. Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer Part 25. "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?" 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, 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, or ever thinks about it, the way I do. Would I still fuck her? I don't know. Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer Part 26. 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.