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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 
wayI'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. Ireally 
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 letme 
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 
justinvade 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 Iheard 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.
	
	  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 
tellEllen 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 
whitebra) 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 aboutPhil'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!"
	
	  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 
(lookingdown) 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 dareit 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.
	
	  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 
toknow 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 ruband 
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 fleshof 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 
horrorstricken 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.

	  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 
seenEllen'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 
pether 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 
fingerinto 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 
breathcatch 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 
themysteries 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 
fingersback 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 
werecoming 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.  Ibrushed 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 intome?  
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 todeath 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.
	
	  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.
	
	  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 andunderpants 
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 
reachedbetween 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 
mynose 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 
wasonly 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.
	
	
	  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 
squeakingnoises 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 
pussyup, 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 
togently 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 
mytongue 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 thatMom 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.  Herscented 
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 hadher 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 ofher!
	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.
	
	  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 
Ijerked 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 insuch 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
	
	  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 glancingover, 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 
bothof 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.
	
	  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 eagerexpression, 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 
foundher 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 
mysensitive 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-
headpressing 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 justas 
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 
tryingto 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.
	
	
	  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 toget 
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 jerkingit 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."
	
	
	  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 
cleanlooking 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 
didsomething 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'vealways 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
	
	  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 
relationshipfor 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 
toher.  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 softthigh, 
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 
rightback 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
	

	  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 
wasenough 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 
thedick-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 againmade 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 
myboner 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!""
	
	
	  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 torelieve 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, 
Iguess, 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.
	
	
	
	  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
	
	  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 keepmyself 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, stillsqueezing 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 herfragrant 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 somemore, 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.  
Icould 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 andshe 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
	
	
	  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," sheobserved, 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.
	
	  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 hadconcocted.  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," shecasually 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 suckedyour 
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.
	
	  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 (eventhough 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 tomanipulate 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-
likedick.  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) 
andmaneuvered 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
	
	
	  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 fartoo 
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 
hernight-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 
mysensitive, 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 andthrust 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 withour 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 
pushingmyself 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 
cocktightly 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 therest 
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.
	
	  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 
itslimed 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.  Ilooked 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 
theoccasion.  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 youshould 
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."
	

	  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 
andfreckles.  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.
	
	
	  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 
grinnedwidely 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.
	
	
	  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.
	
	
	
	
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