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Subject: RP by RQ: "Ellen" by Emerson Laken-Palmer (Mf, inc, cons)
Date: Wed, 20 Aug 1997 00:31:51 GMT
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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.
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.
Ellen
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 11.
I held her and melted into her warm closeness for a time, smelling her
sweet fragrance as I held my face to her cheek and hugged her to me. I could
feel the delicate tickle of her pubic hair on my stiff cock and the extreme
softness of her warm inner thighs on my bare hips.
Ellen was panting in my ear and kissing my cheek and running her hands up
and down my heaving back. I lifted my head and I looked into her serious, eager
blue eyes. Eyes full of excitement and longing. There was no way to stop the
progression of events now. My dick was doing all the thinking for me and it
wanted her more than it had ever wanted anything in it's life. And that (at
that moment) was somehow okay with me. Gazing closely into her eager
expression, I wanted her too.
I brought my face down to hers and I gently kissed my sister's soft, full
lips and (when I did) her eyes closed and her mouth opened for me and my own
little Ellen kissed me in a way that Linda (or no other girl) could ever kiss.
It made my cock go three stages harder. I had kissed her before but never like
this. It was magical the way her mouth sucked and her sweet tongue worked at
mine. Where had she ever learned to do that?
Not breaking our kiss, I put my hand down between us and maneuvered the
head of my dick around in the slick notch of her hot, open pussy. My rigid cock
throbbed, in my hand, as it found her opening and took full possession of me.
I entered her very slowly because of the restriction of her small vagina.
I had to push in hard but, because she was so lubricated, I could feel my
sensitive member slowly and deliciously penetrating into her. I had no thoughts
about not proceeding now. The sexual sensations, charging from my loins, were
far too overwhelming!
Ellen's body stiffened under me and she whimpered slightly and sucked my
mouth hard as my cock broke past her maidenhead. I had just taken my little
sister's cherry.
I carefully pressed myself into her some more until I could feel the
contact of her furry pubic mound at the base of my shaft. I was now inside of
her completely. It felt so good. She was unbelievably tight! My cock never
felt this much pure sensation in my hand. It was so hot inside of her and
slippery and very restricted and I knew that my dick was meant for this place.
I lay still for a while, holding her tightly and kissing her mouth deeply
now. I could feel my hard cock twitching within her body, urging me to action.
But I didn't want to hurt her (with it) and I didn't want this moment (of just
being joined with her) to ever end. I can't begin to tell you how wonderful it
felt to be inside of her. It was like we were now one person.
Ellen spread her legs a little more and lifted one knee so that she could
push her pussy up at me. I could feel the hardness of her small pubic bone
pushing against my own and my cock-head pressing even further into the hot
depth of her belly. I almost screamed from the thrill of the sensation.
Instead I sucked the sweetness of her open mouth and I began to slowly fuck my
sister's delicate, tight little hole. Ellen wrapped her arms around me and she
started to move her hips up and down to match my fucking motion. I started to
fuck her faster and we were soon churning ourselves together in nasty,
forbidden sex, right there on my bed, in a frenzy.
Every thrust sent new thrills and sensations through my deeply buried cock.
Sex, with an actual girl, felt even better than I had (for years) imagined it
would and I could tell that it was just as sensational for my sister because
she was now moaning into my face, through her nose, as she sucked harder on my
mouth and eagerly worked her hips up under me. It felt as if she were trying
to draw me into her body through both her mouth and her pussy.
Suddenly, I could feel myself starting to cum and, for some reason, it
shocked me back to the reality of what I was doing. I couldn't come in my
sister! What if I got her pregnant? God! What a mess that would be! What
would we have? A son? A nephew?
I pulled it out of her in a quick jerk, rising to my knees, between her
parted legs, and jacking my cum all over Ellen's spread thighs and dark-blond
pussy and exposed stomach and blue skirt and checked blouse. Hell, it even shot
up to her face!
A split-moment later, seeing my baby sister with my jizz on her lips soured
my stomach. I jumped off of the bed.
Ellen
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 12.
"Get out of here!" I yelled down to her surprised face.
"Danny!"
"Oh, come on Ellie," I shouted at her. "We went too far! I shouldn't have
fucked you! I could make you have a baby!"
She sat up, wiping the sperm and the tears of frustration from her face.
"Danny," she cried, "I want it! It felt so good!"
"Come on, Sis! Shit! Go away! Get the hell out of here!" I yelled, at
her, in guilt induced anger.
I watched her face cringe at each of my raging words and then she pulled
her skirt down over her pussy and slowly moved to sit at the edge of my bed.
She bent her head and put her hands over her face. I could see her tremble and
hear her crying now. Behind her, I could see the small red spot that she had
made on my sheet. (What would I tell Mom about THAT?)
"Alright!" she suddenly cried as she abruptly stood up and walked to the
door, leaving me standing there and thinking (again) about what a fucking idiot
I was. "But remember this," she said as she turned and pointed her finger at
me. Tears streamed down her cheeks and there was a firmness in her little
voice, "You broke my cherry, Danny! You got my virginity! You took something
very special away from me!"
Was I in trouble again? Was she mad enough to really tell our parents this
time?
"....and whoever fucks me in the future won't matter," she continued,
"because I'll always belong to you!"
With that, she walked out and softly closed the door.
Chapter 3
When I woke up the following morning, I felt a sickness in my stomach at
the idea that I had actually fucked my little sister. I couldn't believe that I
had done it. I felt terrible. I tried to recreate what had taken place so that
I could justify why I would have done such an awful thing. But thinking about
what I did, and remembering how my dick felt inside of her, caused me to
get a super hard erection.
Damn that crazy thing! It had no conscience or consideration. It seemed
to have a mind of it's own. It seemed to be fully out of my control. I could
do nothing but grasp it and start jerking it off so that I could get on with
the day.
As I jerked on it I remembered how Ellen looked, on the bed with her skirt
up and her legs apart. Her small pussy exposed for me. I remembered laying on
her and that wonderful kiss and the closeness of our bodies and how terrific the
sensations of that first penetration. I remembered fucking her and how she had
fucked back and that sensational feeling of approaching orgasm.
Orgasm?
Had I pulled it out of her before it started? Did I get any in her?
Man, it was shooting as I pulled it out! What if I HAD gotten some of my
cum in Ellen? Would she get pregnant?
Shit!
My boner evaporated in my hand as I thought about it. No! I told myself.
I pulled it out in time! I KNOW I did! But, then I remembered what Mr. Hanson
had said in health class; that the penis releases some sperm all through
intercourse.
FUCK!
My stomach began to knot tightly. What if Ellen IS pregnant? What would I
do? Man, would we be in trouble! Shit, it would be trouble enough if Ellen got
knocked up by ANYBODY! But by ME? I couldn't allow myself to think about it
anymore. It was just too horrifying! I got up and took a shower and dressed
for school.
Everybody was having breakfast when I came down.
"Good morning, Danny," Mom said, as she put a plate down for me. I looked
at the eggs and bacon and my stomach turned and twisted. I couldn't bear to
look over at my sister.
"I don't think I can eat, Mom." I said. "My stomach is a little messed
up."
"Dear," Mom said as he came over to me and put her hand on my forehead,
"are you sick?"
"He's okay," Ellen said from the table in a bright, happy voice, "he's just
got exams today."
Ellen
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 13.
It was good to hear her sounding so natural this morning. It eased the
pain in my gut a little bit. I looked at her and she smiled at me. Her blond
hair was all fresh and shiny and clean looking and it reflected the sunshine
from the window behind her. She looked so cute in her white blouse with the
little green tie at the neck.
"Yeah," I said to Mom, "I'm a little nervous about these exams."
Mom was relieved that I wasn't sick and so was Dad, who wanted me to take
care of the yard when I came home from school today. They finished their
breakfast and both of them left for work, leaving me and Ellen alone.
As soon as I heard their cars pull away I moved a chair over to Ellen's and
sat down next to her.
"Listen, Sis. I'm really scared about what we did yesterday."
Her face took on a look of curiosity at my tone of voice and what I had
said. "Scared? Why?"
"Ellen," I said emphatically, "don't you know what screwing is all about?
I could get you pregnant doing that!"
"Oh," she said calmly, "you pulled it out."
"It doesn't matter. It could still happen if I pull it out or not."
"Well," she said, "don't worry about it. I'm NOT pregnant."
I couldn't believe the way she sounded so calm and so certain in the face
of something this serious. "How do you KNOW?"
"Because I got my period this morning."
"Oh.. wow.. " I said lamely. I felt oddly embarrassed because my sister
had never discussed anything as personal as her periods with me before. But why
shouldn't she now? After all, we had been lovers. "So that means you're not
pregnant?"
"As far as I know it does," she said, leaning to me now and smiling sweetly
into my worried expression. "Chill out, Danny. A girl can't be pregnant and get
her period."
Ellen got up and put the breakfast things in the dishwasher while I
(suddenly hungry) wolfed down the bacon and eggs. I drove her to school with me
and we parked in the student lot. I still felt guilty about fucking her and
taking her virginity from her. I just knew that it wasn't my place to have done
it and that I had somehow dishonored my duty as her big brother and did
something dirty with a very sweet and lovely girl.
"Ellie," I said, looking out the windshield because I was too embarrassed
to face her, "I'm sorry about what I did to you yesterday."
"Did to me? What did you do?"
"You know.... I never should have.... fucked you. I blame myself. It
wasn't your fault. We've been playing with this sex thing and I let it go too
far. My horniness is just taking control of me. Boys are animals, Sis! We
really are dirty things!"
Ellen put her little hand on my knee and looked directly into my eyes.
"Danny, I wanted it! I asked you for it. We did it together, remember?"
"But I started it... that day on the couch. I never should have touched
you like that. You're not like me, Ellie. Girls are different. They're not
horny all the time like guys are. You've always been so..... sweet and nice.
I'm such a dirty bastard!"
Ellen laughed. "Danny, you nitwit! I've been getting horny and playing
with myself (down there) since I was thirteen!"
"You have?" I was astonished. I would never have imagined Ellen doing
such a thing.
"And who do you think I always fantasized about when I did it?"
"I don't know..." I thought about who would appeal her. "Donny Osmond?
Eddie...?"
"I always thought about YOU, Danny."
"Me?"
"Sure," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "You're my big brother.
You love me. You would never hurt me or be mean to me. I trust you, Danny. I
love you."
God, she was embarrassing the hell out of me! I could feel my eyes going
watery and something made me wrap my arms around her and hug her to me tightly
and kiss her soft cheek. She hugged me back.
"I do love you Ellie," I said. "That's why we can't do this sex thing with
each other anymore. It feels so good but it's just not right."
"I'll do whatever you say, Danny," she said closely, into my ear.
Ellen
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 14.
"I trust you to tell me what's right." With that, she let me go and got
out of the car.
That week I concentrated on school work and going out for the track team.
I also tried to ask out a few girls but none seemed to be available. Ellen and
me shared a pretty normal relationship for the remainder of that week and on
into the next. We went to a family reunion for Thanksgiving. It was at Uncle
Ralph's house. It was a pretty good time (for a family thing) with a big
dinner and everyone dressed up. Ellen wore a light blue, frilly dress that all
the Aunts and girl cousins raved about. She did look so very sexy in it too.
Uncle Paul embarrassed her when he hugged her at the dinner table and loudly
said, to everyone, "Look how our little Ellie has blossomed in the last year!"
In fact, I found myself staring at her (from time to time) as she talked and
joked with our relatives. I could feel myself getting a boner from the sight
of her.
It was late when we drove home. It was quite a drive (about an hour) and
Mom fell asleep in the front seat while Dad drove. Me and Ellen were in the
back and I was just watching the cars go by on the freeway.
I suddenly felt Ellen's hand on mine and I looked over and saw her smile at
me. I smiled back and looked back out the side window. That's when I felt her
take my hand and move it over to her. She placed it on her frilly lap for a
mile or so and then suddenly I felt her maneuver it down and then up so that my
hand was now just above the top of her nylon stocking, on her soft thigh, under
the skirt of her dress.
My dick went hard in a split second. It almost hurt the way it popped up
so fast in my pants.
I left it there for a while, feeling the heat of her smooth skin and then I
felt her hand take mine and pull it up further, to the crotch of her lacy
panties.
God! What was she doing? Mom and Dad were only three feet away, in the
front seat!
I looked quickly to the front and saw Dad just staring forward and Mom
slumped over, toward the passenger window, sleeping. I looked over at Ellen's
mischievous smile and then down at her sexy, exposed leg, and my hand in the
bundle of her frilly skirt.
Gee, my brain told me, why not?
I pushed my hand into my sister's underpants. Her pussy was gushing wet
with her lubricant. My fingers probed into her gooey slit, under the soft
material of her panties. I felt her clit and, as she spread her legs a little,
I maneuvered my middle finger up into her hot girl hole.
Ellen didn't make a sound, and neither did I. I just probed her for a long
while. She only maneuvered her lower body occasionally to steer my finger to
her feeling spots.
Dad and Mom were totally unaware of what was happening behind them and that
seemed to heighten my sexual arousal to even greater fury.
But what was in this for MY satisfaction, I wondered?
I reached down, with my free hand, and undid my pants. Then I reached over
my body to Ellen's hand and placed it in my undershorts. Her hand found my hard
dick but she pulled it right back out.
What the fuck?
I pulled her hand back again but she resisted, pulling her hand back from
me.
Then I suddenly realized something. Ellen had never touched ME. I had
done it all to HER. She had never touched a dick in her life.
I pulled my hard cock out of my pants and leaned over to her to whisper.
"Touch it, Sis!"
"No," she whispered back.
"Come on," I whispered directly in her ear, "I'm doing YOU!"
I put her hand on me again and this time she grasped my shaft. Her little
hand felt so great on me. All the while my other hand was probing into her wet
pussy. As she began to explore my cock, I began to massage her clit. I found
that if I went to her clit, with my hand, whenever she made me feel good (with
hers) I could signal her as to what would get me off. After a while she was
jacking me off pretty good. Her hand moved slow but she was doing it at just
the right spot. I started to rub her clit harder as I felt my own orgasm near.
Ellen
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 15.
The car had left the freeway and we were now in a more lighted area. It was
a bit scary because people in other cars could see us and the back seat was
brighter. I could detect the smell of sex in the air around me and if Dad
looked in the rear-view mirror...
But he didn't and Ellen kept jacking and I kept twiddling and suddenly
Ellen's legs went stiff and stretched and her hand tightened on me and I knew
she was having an orgasm. That was enough to put me over and I started to cum,
big time. The first shot of sperm flew up and hit the headliner of the car.
This shocking event caused me to quickly put my free hand over the
dick-head to act as a barrier for the rest of the spurts. Ellen's silent orgasm
released her and she relaxed, next to me.
I looked to the front seat. Dad had seen nothing.
I looked up and a strand of sperm was hanging like a pendulum above me.
Just at that moment it came down and plopped on my forehead.
Ellen saw it and started to laugh loudly.
"What's so funny back there?" Dad said and he started to turn his head. I
pulled my hand quickly from my sister's crotch and she (just as quickly) pulled
her hem down and crossed her legs.
"Nothing." Ellen said, trying to contain her laughter.
I had my hands over my dick and I started to button my pants when Dad had
turned away. My lap was sopping with cum. I wiped my forehead with my
shirtsleeve and looked over to see my sister still giggling.
Chapter 4
A long weekend followed in which nothing much happened. I hung around the
house and Mom and Dad were busy with shopping and such. Ellen had gone to stay
the weekend with her girlfriend Chris. With her away (and with thoughts of what
we had done in the back seat of the family car) I seemed to crave her.
This puzzled me. I didn't want my mind so occupied with the sexual
attributes of my kid sister. It made me feel uneasy and kind of dirty. I just
couldn't figure it all out. I had again made up my mind to go back to what I
considered a "normal" relationship with her and keep these "sick" thoughts
(of my sister's body) away from my mind.
But then I would be watching TV and see a cute girl and start thinking
about the feel of Ellen's pussy in my hand, or the smell of it, or how
sensational it felt when I had fucked her and my boner would be back and I
would be longing for her again.
My buddy Phil called on Sunday and wanted me to go to the movies with him
and his sister, Janice. I went, reluctantly because I wanted to be home when my
sister got back.
The movie was a bore and Phil and Janice didn't add to my mood. Phil
wanted me to "get to know" his sister. She was just like he was; loud and
clowning around. She looked just like Phil too; skinny with red hair and
freckles. She even wore jeans and the same leather jacket as he did but she had
a sexy ass and cute little tittie bumps in her t-shirt. Phil kept trying to
make her talk to me but the way that she ignored me let me know that she wasn't
interested.
We stopped at a fast food place on the way back and, while we were eating,
they were laughing, with each other, and making jokes. Phil kept telling me to
lighten up.
"Come on, Dan! You're a big ball of laughs tonight," Phil said
sarcastically. "Have some fun!"
"Yeah, sure."
"Tell him another joke, Jan," Phil ordered.
"Okay," she said. Then she thought a moment while she ate a french fry.
"I know," she suddenly said, excitedly. "This guy gets married and calls his
Dad after his honeymoon. The Dad asks him how it was and the guy says "Great!
She was a virgin!" and the Dad says, "Get rid of her then!" And the guy says,
"Why?" and the Dad says "Because if she wasn't good enough for her own brothers,
why should you have her?""
Phil and Janice laughed and laughed but my stomach suddenly went sick.
"That's funny?" I asked.
"Sure," Phil said.
"Yeah," Janice added. "You know what they say, "Incest is best, put your
brother to the test!""
Ellen
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 16.
I looked at her, astonished. "You mean you and Phil....."
Her face went red with anger at me. "HELL NO! What do you think we are?"
"Yeah," Phil jumped in, "what are you....sick?"
They took me home. Everyone was asleep. I looked in my sister's room on
my way to bed. She was sleeping soundly. I had the crazy idea of going to her
bed and feeling her pussy while she was asleep.
I shook that idiotic thought from my mind and went to my room to jack off
(thinking about Ellen) and sleep.
The next day, at school, I was horny as a goat. All the girls just seemed
to look terrific and I fantasized about fucking all of them or eating their
pussies. I couldn't wait to get home to relieve my sexual desire with Ellen.
When I got home, Ellen was already there. Her chubby friend Kathy was with
her and they were working on some class project. I sat in the living room and
watched them work at the dining room table.
Ellen was wearing a short skirt that really enhanced her young figure. Her
top buttoned and she had one too many unbuttoned so I could see flashes of her
white bra when she bent over the table to point something out to Kathy.
Looking at her was driving me mad.
Why did she have to have KATHY here? Why couldn't we be alone? After a
time, Ellen went into the kitchen to get a snack for her and her friend. I
jumped up and followed her in.
I walked up behind her, as she looked in the cupboard, and put my arms
around her so that my hands were on her breasts and I pushed my hard-on against
the crack of her ass.
"What are you doing?" she said in a testy voice and she pulled my hands
from her.
"I want you," I said to her as she turned to face me.
"Are you CRAZY?" she said, her eyes wide with a look of disgust.
"What do you mean?" I asked, angry now that she implied that I was nuts.
"Kathy's here," she said, "and besides... I don't want to do that kind of
dirty thing anymore."
I was totally baffled now. I looked it, too.
Ellen walked away from me, to the refrigerator. She took out some sandwich
meat and mustard. I watched her make two sandwiches but all the while I stared
at her cleavage (between the part of her blouse). She noticed me and looked
down at her chest. She made a grunt of disapproval and buttoned the top two
buttons.
"Is that ALL you ever think about?" she asked, with a tone of disdain.
"I'm HORNY!" I pleaded at her.
Ellen made a face and gestured for me to quiet down. "Go jack off then,"
she said in a bitchy voice, and then she took the food out to Kathy.
Damn her! I thought, as I stood alone now in the kitchen. I was really
getting pissed because she was coming on with such an attitude and making me
feel like some kind of a sicko (which, I guess, I was!)
I stormed up to my room and turned the stereo up loud, to try and drown my
horniness and my shame with the music, but it didn't work. I really needed to
get a nut off. That would relieve this damnable urge. I lay on the bed and
whipped it out, jacking it with urgency. But the damned thing didn't want my
hand, it wanted pussy. Real pussy! Pussy that I should be able to have because
she was just downstairs! But all I had was my hand and it wasn't enough. I
needed more to be able to "get off."
I got up and went into the bathroom, looking for my sister's panties. I
figured that if I could just smell her pussy again (while I jacked off), that
would be enough.
There were no panties there, though.
Now I ran downstairs to the basement and the laundry hamper. I tore
through the dirty clothes, tossing them on the floor, looking for what I needed.
I found not one, but three pairs of panties, all with nice pussy deposits in the
crotches. I was going to sniff each to select the spiciest pair but then I
suddenly had a terrible thought: Were all of these Ellen's? Or was one of them
Mom's?
God, I didn't want to smell the old lady's underpants!
I looked for the labels, inside the silky garments, to see what the sizes
were.
Ellen
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 17.
They were all size 5. Did that mean Mom or Ellen? Shit!
With no panties to smell I just left the house and took a long run to try
and exercise away my craving.
That night, I watched Ellen closely as she ate dinner across from me. Damn
she looked good. That long, blond hair. Those full, pouty lips of hers. The
twin swells of her breasts in her blouse. She didn't seem to be looking over at
me at all. She was just talking about school and her friends with Mom and Dad.
Was she serious, this afternoon, when she had said that she didn't want to
have sex anymore? I couldn't believe that. Not after as far as we had gone
with each other. I knew that I could talk her into screwing again if I could
just get her alone.
"Ellie," I asked, "would you like to go to a movie, with me, tonight?" I
figured that I could stop and fuck her, in the back seat of my car, on the way
home.
She looked at me with a non-committal face. "Thanks Danny, but Kathy's
coming back to help me finish my project."
Shit! Did she smile a little after she refused? Did she know what I
wanted?
"That's sweet, Danny," Mom said, "taking your sister to a movie. You never
asked her before."
I looked quickly down at my plate. I didn't want Mom or Dad to EVER
imagine what was going on. "Oh, I just didn't want to go alone...."
Suddenly an idea hit me. I looked over at Mom. "Hey, how would you and
Dad like to go to a show? My treat!" That would get them out of the house and
leave me alone with Ellen.
"Oh, that's nice of you to offer, son," Dad said, "but I'm bushed. I think
I'll hit the hay early tonight."
And everybody stayed home.
Kathy came back over and she and my sister worked on school shit until
eleven when Kathy had to go home. Being late, Kathy asked me to drive her,
which I did. When I got back home, the lights were out and Ellen had gone to
bed.
What a bitch!
I lay in my room, jittery from horniness and jostled and turned until I
finally fell asleep.
When I awoke I felt something strange in the darkness. I looked at the
clock: it was well after midnight. I rolled on my side and was surprised to see
two wide eyes staring at me and the smell of sweet breath in my face. It was
Ellen!
I put my hands on her, under the blankets. She was completely naked.
"What are you doing in here?"
"I want some sex," she whispered, "don't you?"
"What if we're caught?"
"Mom and Dad are sleeping. I checked before I came in here."
God, she pissed me off! Why didn't she do it with me, when I wanted it,
earlier?
"What makes you think I want it now?" I asked.
She reached into my shorts and squeezed my dick. It jumped to rock-hard
life.
"Are you kidding?" she whispered.
Damn her! She really had a power over me that I could not control.
She pulled the blankets off of us and I could see her beautiful, budding
body in the moonlight from the bedroom window. Her tits were so firm and stood
out from her chest and her large nipples were softly erect. As she leaned over
and coaxed my shorts off, her soft, blond hair tickled my chest.
"Really Sis," I whispered, "I'm tired and you had your chance this
afternoon...."
She moved her warm, naked body to me and pushed her soft lips to mine,
holding my stiff, exposed dick in her diminutive hand and squeezing it.
It was more than ready.
"Stop talking," she whispered, "I want to fuck!"
She got to her knees and then she straddled my prone body so that her pussy
was over my loins. I looked down and I could see the open cleft at her fuzzy
crotch. She reached under her, to my dick, and steered it as she lowered
herself down. The sensitive head (of my cock) felt the hot, wet contact of her
pussy and started bucking already. It was thrilling as she slowly settled on
it, taking it in to her carefully because of her extreme tightness. When she
was fully on me, and our pubic bones were meshed, I could feel the roof of her
insides pressing on my dick-head. It was wonderful!
I ran my hands up and down the sides of her soft, curvy body as she sat
still on me, her face showing a curious grimace.
Ellen
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 18.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"God, you're so BIG," she quietly squealed, as she sat there, with her eyes
closed, waiting to get used to me. I reached up and grasped her warm breasts,
squeezing lightly. I couldn't keep myself from pushing my shaft up, into her,
from the bed. Man, my little sister felt so good! Just being inside her
again was ecstasy!
Then she put her hands on my shoulders, as she leaned over me, and Ellen
started to slowly screw herself on my cock.
It was heaven! I strained up with my head and took one of her nipples into my
mouth. It was thumb-tip sized and soft and tasted slightly salty. I began to
suck on it as she fucked me, still squeezing her other firm, breast in my hand.
"Oh yes!" she whispered, "that feels so good! Suck on it, Danny!"
After only a few moments, I was ready to spurt! I pulled my mouth from her
tit and pulled her upper body down, motionless, on top of me.
"Stop or I'll cum in you," I urgently whispered.
"Okay," she panted in my ear, "let's just lay and feel each other until your
cum feeling goes away."
God! It was harder to be motionless, inside of her, than it sounded. I
hugged her soft, slim body tightly to me for a time, feeling her chest heaving
with her excited breathing and her fragrant hair on my face and her hot pussy
clasping at my sensitive, rigid cock.
After at time, my feeling of orgasm subsided a little and I started to thrust
my cock up into her again to show her that I was ready. Ellen got up on her
arms and she began to fuck me some more, churning her pubic bone on mine as my
cock pressed deeply into her hot, restrictive belly.
The smell of her sex filled my nostrils as I looked down and watched her curvy
hips working in a fuck motion. I could hear the squishy sound of her pussy now,
as she worked it on me. I could also see, at her flat lower stomach,
her little, ash-blonde pubic patch meshing, in sexual intercourse, with my,
brillo-like, black hair. God! The sight made me want to boil over with cum
again and I quickly pulled her back down and held her body motionless, against
me, once more.
"Oh, I was so close!" she breathlessly cried in my ear.
"God you feel so good, Ellie! I can hardly stand it! You're going to make me
cum in you if you don't stop!"
My sister cried noises of frustration on top of me and began to kiss my ear
and my neck and my chin and my cheeks as I lay under her and tried to calm
myself down.
"Make me cum," she breathlessly whispered between her kisses. "I want to cum,
Danny. I need to cum. I want to feel what it's like to cum with you inside
me."
Ellen tried to work her pussy on my sensation receptive cock but I quickly
grabbed her round, baby-soft ass and held it firmly to keep her from pushing me
over the edge. We lay for a time more, holding our naked bodies tightly
together and panting into each others' ears. We were becoming slick with sexual
heat and perspiration as we clung to one another in the darkened room.
"Okay," I finally whispered, as I realized that I had calmed down a little
bit. "But go slow, Ellie."
Ellen grabbed my shoulders tightly and pushed her upper body back up over me.
I could see her eyes close and her face take on a determined, dreamy expression
as she started to resume her fucking motion on me. I again took her sweaty
breast into my mouth and sucked its large, hard nipple as I grasped the curves
of her hips and felt the urgency of her quickening fuck movements. I tried,
with all of my might, not to even think about cumming as she strongly gyrated
her sexy little body on me.
Ellen bent her head down to my ear and whispered, "I'm almost there, Danny.
I want you to kiss me, real hard, while I cum."
I moved my mouth to find hers and, as our tongues entwined, I felt her body
suddenly go rigid. She started to moan into my face, through her nose, and her
lips clamped tighter on mine and she began to suck my mouth violently. I could
feel her pussy spasm and it started to squeeze my dick with a velvety wet clamp
as she ground her little pussy, fast and hard, on my dick bone.
It took all the strength I had to keep myself from erupting into her. I
strained against my approaching orgasm and I pushed my cock up into her and
waited until she had fully climaxed and, at the first hint of her relaxing, I
pulled her back down on top of me and held her tightly.
Ellen
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 19.
She pulled her mouth away from mine and said, "Oh, God!" And then she
pulled her lower body up so that my swollen dick pulled out of her with a loud,
wet, suction sound. "Oh God, Danny," she repeated, breathlessly. "It's so
sensitive now. I can't have it inside me anymore."
"What?" I asked in her ear.
She lay herself back down on me so that her fuzzy pubic mound rested on my
throbbing cock. "I'm tingling all over, Danny. I think I'm still cumming!
Ohhhh! It was wonderful," she cooed in my ear, "but my pussy just tickles too
much now to have you in me anymore."
"But what about me? How do I get off?"
She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I'll work it out of you with
my hand again."
Well, I reasoned, I really didn't want to take the chance of cumming in
her.... I was so horny now that anything would feel good. But, in my hormonal
rage, an idea came to me.
"Ellie," I asked, "do you think you could put it in your mouth?"
"What?"
"You know...."
"Blow you?" She sounded irate and she lifted her head from my shoulder and
looked directly at me. "I'm not going to blow you, Danny!"
"God, Ellie! I licked your pussy!"
"Yeah, but you like it!"
"No I don't," I lied, "I did it for YOU. So you would get pleasure.
Couldn't you do the same for me?"
She was quiet for a while and she bent her head so that her forehead was
touching my collar bone. I wondered what was going through her mind.
"Well, okay," she said reluctantly, "but don't you dare cum in my mouth!"
"Oh, never!" I said.
Ellen sat up and leaned over and suddenly the room was full of light. She
had turned on the lamp.
"What?"
"I want to see it," she said, as she moved to sit, cross legged, next to my
thighs, "I want to see it when you cum."
"Yeah, sure."
I looked down at her pretzeled little body as she leaned over my dick and
held it in her hand. She gazed at it, pasty with her drying moisture,
for long moments. "It smells like pussy," she observed, crinkling her nose.
"Shouldn't you go clean it?"
"No," I assured her, "it's YOUR pussy!"
She shrugged and dropped her tongue to the tip of it. The warm, wet contact
made me shiver.
"This is so nasty," she whispered, looking at me over the top of my dick and
grinning in pained embarrassment, "I can't believe I'm doing this." But then
she put the head between her lips and softly sucked on it.
Son of a bitch it was spectacular! My cock just thrilled from it.
She pulled her face back a little and now seemed to be minutely examining my
shaft and my balls for a few moments. A drop of excited pre-cum appeared out of
the opening of my dick as she held it firmly in her hand.
She turned her head to me, pulling her hair over so that I could see her
pretty face. Then my little sister started to jerk me off, leaning down to just
lick or kiss the head every so often.
"Put it in your mouth," I softly instructed.
Ellen made a sour face but she bent over and put the head between her lips
again, sucking now as she jacked me. She scraped me with her teeth a couple of
times (at first) but, as she got used to what she was doing, I could sense that
she was becoming interested in how to please me and that she was actually
getting into it herself.
Her eyes closed (the way they did when she was kissing) and her sucking and
jacking soon began to feel deliciously sensual and wondrous. After a time, she
started to slowly lick my cock, from the base to the tip, with long, wet tongue
strokes, as she gripped my shaft and squeezed it. The sensations made me
whimper and lift my ass from the bed.
"Does this feel good?" she asked, smiling coyly as she looked up my body at
me.
Ellen
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 20.
"Hell, yes!" I quietly squealed.
Now she swirled her tongue around the throbbing head, causing me to gasp
and clutch at my bed sheets. Then it seemed like she was trying to see just how
much of me she could take into her pretty mouth. She began squeezing my balls
gently, with one hand, as she pumped the base of my shaft with the other and
lowered her face to my loins so that my cock head pushed deep into her hot,
sucking mouth. I could feel her breath on my pubic hair and hear the baby-like
sounds she made as she nursed on me and her tender tongue worked at tickling my
most sensitive area. It charged me with an almost unbearable, compelling
ecstacy.
I could feel my balls tighten, as she cradled them in her hand, and they
began to gush with my load. I reached quickly down and pulled her hair back so
that I could see my cock disappearing into that sweet mouth.......
"I'm cumming!" I urgently whispered and she pulled her face back as if my
dick had been a snake. She kept jacking me though and you should have seen her
eyes light up, like a kid on Christmas morning, when I started to spurt huge,
milky wads into the air.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, as she looked down at my dick and the pearly cum that
was shooting out and then oozing from the tip and dripping down the shaft and
over her jacking hand. She was smiling brightly at what she had done.
Then, to my awe, Ellen suddenly leaned over and took the, sperm coated, head
of my dick into her mouth and sucked on it, thrilling me beyond belief as I felt
her draw out the last of my orgasm and my thick jizz along with it.
When I was fully spent, she pulled her mouth from me and sat up, licking my
cum from her pretty lips with a thoughtful expression on her face, as if she
were testing a recipe that she had concocted. Then she looked at me, pulling
her long blond hair around to the back of her head again, and said,
matter-of-factly, "Your cum isn't so icky, I guess. It's kind of bitter
though," she casually stated, "but it's sweet... with a sort of a pepper taste
to it."
That's when we heard our parents door open and Ellen quickly reached over
and turned out the light.
We sat together in the darkness and listened to the sounds of Dad taking a
squirt. Then the toilet flushed and we heard him go back to bed.
Ellen got up and pulled her night-shirt on over her head.
"Thank's Ellie," I said, "that was great!"
She leaned over the bed and kissed me with a passionate, open mouth. I
could taste my sperm on her tongue as she did it. When she pulled her lips
away, she looked into my eyes and sweetly whispered, "I love you, Danny." Then
she stood up and quietly left the room.
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 fifteen!"
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.
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.
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.
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