Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer Part 6. 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 me and Ellen were alone. She was sitting on the sofa, still wearing her pretty church dress and reading SEVENTEEN when I came in and sat next to her. "Ellie..." I began but she stopped me. "That was a great game yesterday, huh?" "Yeah," I answered, puzzled. "I hope Dad get's tickets before the season is over again...." she went on and I realized that she (like me) wanted to just forget all about what had happened and pretend it never did. That was great. I was still unsure of how I stood with her and that everything would be normal again so, when she got up to go change, I stopped her. "Ellen," I said with rising fear and embarrassment, "do you still... love me?" She ran to me quickly and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Of course I do, you silly ass!" she said and she kissed my cheek and then ran upstairs. That was it then. Things were fine. I was afraid for nothing. The next few weeks went pretty normal. Linda was with Dave now and (though I had a few girls who I talked to at school) I had no real girlfriend and no dates. The rotten part was that I began to think about Ellen and what I had done with her. The thought of her smell and her warm pussy in my hand would make me so horny that I would have to sneak into a john stall and jack off into the toilet just to cool down. I started to feel awkward around her and unable to talk small-talk (with her) about school and friends because (as much as I tried to stop myself) I couldn't keep from thinking about what it would be like to actually fuck her. I know that sounds crazy. I guess it was. But my thought processes were clouded by my desire for pussy. Any pussy! And my sexy little sister had let me touch and explore her. She had allowed me access to the mystery of her femininity. No other girl had ever done that for me. And, I reasoned, if she had let me touch her once, wouldn't she allow me to do it again? Friday night, Mom and Dad were away again and I was watching a movie while Ellen lay on the floor and gabbed with Alfred E. Newman on the phone. She was wearing a pink night-shirt and white panties and that was about it. I watched her as she lay on her stomach and causally waved her legs in the air and talked. I couldn't keep my eyes away from her. When she had hung up she turned her attention to the movie and I could see the crotch of her panties, between her slightly parted thighs. I had a boner like you wouldn't believe! I wanted her body so bad that I was trembling. 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. Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer Part 8. My sister's pussy was sweet but with a salty, lemony tang. I dropped to the floor, in front of her, and she held up the hem of her night-shirt and lifted one foot onto the bed, to open herself for me, as I grasped her baby-soft hips and continued kissing (and now licking) into the tasty, scented slit between her silky legs. Ellen gripped my shoulders, to steady herself, and I could sense her body quivering and hear her voice making the sweetest little chirping sounds as I licked into her. Nothing I had ever done, in all my life, turned me on as much as this did. I had to have more of it! "Lay on the bed," I looked up and told her, my voice just a quaking whisper. Ellen didn't say a word but she quickly did as I had instructed, laying herself back on the bed with her legs slightly apart and pulling the bottom of her night-shirt up to her thin waist. I wasn't sure of how far I should go with her. I was beyond mere arousal now. I was trembling from the effects of pure lust. I got half way on the bed, next to her, so that my face was just above her pussy and I placed my hands on her warm thighs to spread her limbs a little more for me. I pushed my tongue into the oily-wet cleft, between her tender pussy lips, licking and tasting the lemony flavor of her most personal place. The whole time Ellen made more little squeaking noises as the thrill, of what I was doing to her, made the breath catch in her throat. I could tell that she liked it because of those sounds she was making and because she began pushing her pussy up, at my face, from the bed. It was wonderful! I took Ellen's leg and pulled it over my head so that I could fully expose her to me. Her thighs were wide apart now, as I lay on my stomach with my face at her crotch. I used my fingers to gently separate the, slightly hair covered, billowy lips of her pussy. I could see the pinkness of her delicate inner skin and (under the protrusion of her clitoris) into the dainty appearing orifice of her vagina. It was glistening wet and open. It beckoned for me to explore and taste it. Ellen's hand (with her pink, painted fingernails) suddenly covered the open display. I took her hand away and held it to her soft thigh as I pushed my face to her parted crotch and stuck my tongue deep into her warm vagina. Her hand squeezed mine tightly and I could hear her breathing stop and see the muscles of her flat stomach go rigid as I entered her. I explored into her velvety slick opening, noticing that the abundant nectar, within her sexual entrance, was very sweet tasting and slippery. I suddenly remembered a part of an old rhyme that Mom used to tell us when we were little: "Sugar and spice and everything nice - that's what little girls are made of." Had the author of that poem ever done this to one? Ellen put her hands softly to my cheeks and pushed me back. "Don't do it in there, Danny," she said breathlessly, "it's way too sensitive." She guided my face up so that my mouth was on the folds of skin at her clitoris and I began to swirl my tongue around that, daintily soft, rigid little button in the slot of her pussy. Her scented hairs tickled my nose as I thrilled from the effects of both smelling and tasting her sex. Ellen's body quaked and shuddered with each movement of my tongue now. I knew that I had her highly aroused and I was overjoyed at my ability to give her such pleasure. As I licked her, I pulled off my shorts. I didn't know what I was going to do with her next but I had to have all of her! Just then her little body stiffened, like on the couch, and she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her. My tongue sank deep into her spasming vaginal hole as her warm thighs closed to the sides of my cheeks and began to squeeze. Her lower body churned her pussy on me as she came. My mouth filled with sweet, slimy Ellen and I excitedly swallowed but kept my tongue working, inside of her, so that she would "get off" real good. Then she suddenly went limp and was panting, on her back, as I continued to lap into the slippery folds of her sex. Something appeared in front of my face and I was momentarily licking the back of her hand as she had covered herself again and was now pushing my face away from her crotch. Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer Part 9. I got to my knees, breathing loudly from my sexual excitement, my face wet, from my little sister's pussy, and my large, rigid pole jerking and standing up in front of me. Ellen's eyes seemed to go two sizes wider and she sat up and looked at my dick with an odd, fearful stare for a moment. I started to crawl on top of her but she scampered back from me and then got off the bed quickly, running out and shutting my door behind her. What the fuck? I wondered. I jumped up and went to her bedroom door but it was locked again. "Ellie?" No answer. "Ellen, I'm pretty worked up here! I need a little attention." But it was still quiet. After a few moments, I resigned myself that it was over and went into the bathroom to jack off. I picked up her panties, from the hard tile floor, and sniffed the spicy, drying pussy spot as I jerked on my raging cock. Just before cumming, I sucked on the slimy stain and then, as the salty-sweet taste of her pussy again filled my mouth, jet after jet of cum shot out of me and splashed into the toilet. I almost fell over from the intensity of my orgasm. When I went downstairs, the next morning, I fully expected to find my Mom and my sister crying in each others arms and my Dad coming at me with one of the kitchen knives. But no. Everything was normal. Dad was finishing his coffee and Mom was putting on her coat. "Good morning, Son," she greeted me, smiling brightly. "There's leftover pancakes, in the oven, for you." She jestured toward the stove now. "Me and your father are taking your sister to her dental appointment," she said, and then she called out to the livingroom, "Ellie! Get moving, young lady. We're going to be late!" Dad gulped down the last of his coffee and he and my Mother went out to the car. I sat down at the kitchen table as my sister came in, buttoning her blue coat. "Gosh, I hate the dentist, Danny," she said, as she pulled her blond hair up from her collar. "I wish they weren't in such a hurry." I was quite aware that she hadn't told on me but I had to know how she was feeling this morning. She sure seemed scared of me, when she ran off, last night. "Ellie...." "Thank God it's just a cleaning," she went on, pulling her red, wool cap onto her head. The car horn sounded impatiently from outside. "Gotta' go!" Ellen said melodically, and she went quickly out the kitchen door. Sitting alone now, I started to think about everything. It was just like the last time. Like she was pretending that it hadn't happened at all. Her not wanting to talk, to me, about what I did with her, made me come to the conclusion that she must be feeling really bad and ashamed and embarrassed about it now. And that thought suddenly made me feel real odd and guilty. And, thinking about it some more, I realized that the fact that she hadn't told Mom and Dad was an indication that my sister really cared about me and didn't want to see me hurt or kicked out of the house, in spite of the fact that I was being such an asshole and abusing her. Damn me! I made a resolution that day: No matter what, I could not allow myself to ever get carried away and do anything, like that, with her again! I had to protect my sister-- from me! For the next week, I avoided Ellen as much as I could. And this made me feel even worse. After all, she was my sister. I wanted and needed to have a relationship with her. But a NORMAL relationship! And I didn't know if I could do this right now. Not with my raging, teenage hormones. Girls and sex and pussy were on my mind, even more than ever, now that I had felt and smelled and touched (and even tasted) Ellen. When I wasn't at school (where all the pretty girls were) or at home (keeping myself away from my sister), I was locked in my room, jacking off, just to keep my sanity. What I needed was a girlfriend. Desperately! That would solve my problems. Another girl, who would let me work off these sexual needs on her, would naturally take any thoughts of sex, with Ellen, away from me. Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer Part 10. 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.