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              Ellen
               by
           Emerson Laken-Palmer

              Part 1.
             Chapter 1.

   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.

   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 it (the anger) 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. "what'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 cooking 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 me and Ellen 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 at that time. 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.



              Ellen
               by
           Emerson Laken-Palmer

              Part 2.

 
    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 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.
  Aw, 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 jams on the stereo 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!"



              Ellen
               by
           Emerson Laken-Palmer

              Part 3.

   "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 lay 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. "Lay 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's Mom and Dad?" I asked wearily.
   "Oh, they went to a party somewhere. They didn't say when they'd come
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.


              Ellen
               by
           Emerson Laken-Palmer

              Part 4.

   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.



              Ellen
               by
           Emerson Laken-Palmer

              Part 5.

    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 down at her face and now her eyes were closed and I could see that
she was softly 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 nostrils 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 released from her orgasm and she 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 lay quickly 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 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 jacked on 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.



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