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A repost for those that didn't get part one.  Enjoy....

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Ellen
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer

  Not that it matters to you but I am not a dirty story writer and
this is not a dirty story.  At least, I don't mean it to be.  This
story is one hundred percent true.  It all happened just they way
I'm describing it.  You can judge for yourself if I'm a rotten
person or perverted or what.
  It all started when I was sixteen and a Junior in High School.
  I was an alright guy.  I didn't get great grades at school but
I was passing.  I didn't have girls falling all over me but I had
a girlfriend.  Her name was Linda and she was okay looking.  I used
to take her out to movies and a concert or something.
  It was just the sex thing that was driving me crazy.
  You see, I had never gotten any.  Any pussy.  Not from Linda.
Not from anyone before her either.  And I was revved up for it. I
really wanted it bad.  My hormones were running away with me at
that age.
  It was always the same though.  I'd take Linda to a movie and
then for a hamburger.  We'd park in front of her house (I had a
great car.  A Firebird.  Linda really liked that car.)  She'd let
me kiss her for a while. (She was an alright kisser.  She didn't
like too much tongue though.)  Then I'd start to nuzzle and kiss
her neck.  (She had a great perfume smell in her long, brown hair.)
And then I'd start to run my hands over her tits.
  That's when she would always start with the "I gotta' go in now."
stuff.
  She'd push me away and I'd keep trying to gain some ground (maybe
get my hand actually into her shirt) but she'd keep pushing me away
and then finally (angry as hell) I'd let her go in.
  God it was frustrating.  And it was also a bad scene.  We'd
always end our dates on this hostel note.
  I'd go home and jack off to try and ease this damnable
frustration and then fall asleep mad.
  I would forget about it (the anger) next day at school though and
I'd see Linda and talk to her and say I was sorry and things would
be back to normal before our next date.
  On this particular day, I ran into Linda in the hallway after
class.  She looked really great in her tight jeans and sweater.  
"Hey Linda," I called to her.  "what's up?"
  She smiled at me, as I stood by her, but it was a strange,
nervous smile.  There seemed to be an odd signal in her brown eyes.
  "Hey, Danny," she said, "what's new?"
  "The football game's tonight," I said to her.  "We're going,
right?"
  Linda looked away, fidgeting with her books.  "I'm not going
tonight," she said in a quiet voice. "I've got a lot of homework
and stuff."
  "Not going?  But we always go on Friday night!"
  "Sorry Danny," she said. "Maybe next week, huh?"
  A girlfriend called her from down the hall and Linda walked away
quickly with a curt wave to me.
  This was odd, I thought, but what the hell.  My buddy Dave was
on the team and (even if Linda wasn't going) I'd go without her.




  When I got home, my kid sister Ellen was cooking some canned
spaghetti in the kitchen.  She was always cooking after-school
snacks. (Something that Mom would do if she were home, but both our
parents worked and me and Ellen were always on our own until after
six.)  She liked cooking, I guess.  She made brownies and fudge and
things like that, for us, sometimes.
  "Want some?" she asked, as she licked a splatter of sauce off of
her wrist.
  "I guess so," I said as I sat down at the table.
  Ellen was fifteen at that time.  A year younger than me.  She
was an okay sister (I guess) and we got along pretty well.  Oh, we
had our fights, now and again, but nothing major.  Sisters just
invade your space sometimes, you know what I mean?  
  As I watched her, standing at the stove and stirring the
spaghetti, I began thinking about what my buddies had been telling
me lately - how foxy Ellen was becoming.  I shot them down when I
heard it though.  Nobody had better touch my little sister!  I
didn't want guys looking at her, and thinking about her, in that
way.  I certainly never did.
  My sister was just always a person who was there, in my house,
like Mom and Dad.  You never really notice people in your own
family because they are somehow so familiar that you talk to them
and deal with them without really paying much attention them. 
  Looking at her now, I realized that, although I had become much
taller than her in recent years, Ellen was now only a half-a-head
shorter than me.  She certainly looked enough like me so that
nobody would mistake the fact that she was my sister.  We both had
the same shaped face and the same mouth and nose.  Her eyes were
blue though (like Dad's) while mine were (my mother's) brown and
my dark hair contrasted with her long, full, blond tresses.  I
guess the major difference between us, when we were little kids,
had always been that I was a boy and she was a girl.  Or, at least,
she HAD been a girl.
  I hadn't really paid any attention, until just this moment, to
how much she had changed over the last year.  Her back was to me
now and I could see how nice her round behind looked, in her yellow
shorts, and how full and shapely her legs had become.  She struck
such a sexy pose, as she stood there, without really meaning to. 
Gosh, it seemed like she'd just had skinny "stick legs" the last
time I had even bothered to look at her.
  Ellen brought two plates of spaghetti to the table and we sat and
ate in silence for a while.
  "Going to the game?" she asked as she got up for some milk.
  Ellen was a sophomore that year.  She wasn't into playing sports
but she liked to go to the games and watch and gab with her friends
and cheer for our team.
  "Yeah," I said.  "What about you?"
  "No.  I'm going to wait for Eddie to call."
  Eddie was (kind of) her boyfriend.  I didn't like him.  He was
a geek.  A stupid looking kid with red hair and big ears and
freckles.  He reminded me of Alfred E. Neuman and I used to tell
Ellen that to tease her.  I  guess he was a safe guy though.  He
didn't look like the type that would try anything with her.  Mom
and Dad wouldn't let her go out with him (or any other boy) anyway. 
They told her that she had to wait until she was sixteen.  He was
a "puppy love" kind of thing with her.  Just a boy she talked with
on the phone and used to carry her books around at school. 
  "How is Alfred?" I asked smiling as she leaned over to put a
glass of milk in front of me.  I couldn't help myself.  I could see
down the neck opening of her t-shirt.  Her breasts (in her white
bra) revealed their cleavage to me.  Ellen WAS developing very
nicely.   "Oh, shut up!" She said as she stood back upright.
  I could feel my face redden for a moment.  Had she seen me
looking down her shirt?  God, that would be awful!
  She walked out of the kitchen and I could hear her going up to
her room.
  Aw, to hell with it, I told myself, there's no harm in looking
and I tossed all thoughts of her away.


  I had gone up to listen to some jams on the stereo and I must
have fallen asleep because, when I woke up, it was after seven! I
jumped up and ran downstairs.  I was late for the game!
  Mom and Dad and Ellen were eating in the kitchen when I walked
briskly in.
  "Sit down and eat, Danny," Mom said as I headed for the side
door.
  "Can't Mom, I'm late."
  "Hey, you gotta have something!"
  "I'll get a bite at the game," I said as I left the house. 



   When I got to school half-time was over and the game was in the
fourth quarter.  I went to the snack stand and got a hamburger.
Bud and Phil were at the stand too and we talked a while about
Phil's new car.  By the time I had eaten, the game was over and
everyone was leaving the field.
  That's when I saw Linda.  She was walking with my buddy Dave
toward the locker room door.  I could see them holding hands and
talking and, when they got to the door, he kissed her.  And she 
seemed to really kiss him back.
  What a bitch!
  What a bastard!
  I tossed my hamburger wrapper in the trash and walked quickly to
my car so that Linda wouldn't see me.


  When I got home, Ellen was laying 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!"
  "Danny, everybody knows Linda has the hots for Dave.  That's why
she was going out with you-- to get to him."
  "Why didn't you tell ME?"
  "I tried, don't you remember?  But you wouldn't listen to me."
  Thinking back, I guess she did.  Who listens to their kid sisters
anyway?
  I put my hand on by forehead and lay back on the couch cushion.
  Women!  They were just too much for a guy like me.  Now no
girlfriend!  How was I ever going to finally score?
  After a time of listening to the comedy show on the TV, I pulled
my hand away to watch.  That's when I noticed Ellen's legs on my
lap.  She had stretched herself out on the couch again and, I
guess, I was in the way.  My eyes looked down at her feet, in my
lap, and then up her legs and her thighs to the seat of her yellow
shorts.  I could see the crotch of her white panties, in the leg
opening, and make out the outline of her pussy.
  Her pussy?
  Ellen's?
  What was I looking at?  I quickly averted my eyes back to the TV.
  "Shit, Ellie!" I yelled.  "Do you have to lay all over me?"
  She sat up, next to me, with a hurt expression on her pretty
face.  "What did I do?"
  "Oh, it's not you," I said as I wrapped an arm around her
shoulders.  I guess I'm mad at myself."
  She put her head on my shoulder, to return my hug, and I could
suddenly smell the sweetness of her blond hair.
  "Forget about Linda," she said.  "Lay down on the couch and relax
and watch TV.  There's room behind me."
  Ellen lay back down but scooted forward and tapped the empty
space in back of her.
  What the hell, I thought and kicked my shoes off and lay on my
side with my sister in front of me.
  "Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked wearily.
  "Oh, they went to a party somewhere.  They didn't say when they'd
come home."
  Hell.  When they went to parties they were out all night.  Dad
would be cranky in the morning, I thought, as I began to watch the
program over Ellen's head.
  I couldn't concentrate on the TV however.  I kept looking at
Ellen as she lay with her back to me.  The curve of her hips was
so very evident now and the slimness of her waist and (looking
down) I could see the jutting of her breasts in her t-shirt.  I
could suddenly feel my dick hardening quickly in my jeans. I pulled
my middle back so that she wouldn't feel it against her.  How dare
it respond to Ellen like that!
  I tried again to watch the show but I could smell the sweetness
of that sandy hair in front of my nose again and something else-
Ellen's fragrance.  Not a perfume, like Linda's, but a natural,
homey, girlish kinda smell.
  My dick was as hard as a pipe now.
  God, I shouldn't be feeling like this, I told myself.  Ellen is
my sister!  I have feelings for her.  I love her, I guess.  I
shouldn't be feeling lust for her.  I should be protecting her from
things like this.
  I put my arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze and felt her
put her hand lightly on my arm in sisterly affection.
  It was alright, I told myself.  My hormones had just crossed my
wires for a moment.
  I watched the TV, for a time, and things were calming down.  But
then Ellen casually shifted herself, on the couch, and her round
butt was pressed up against my dick again.  Instantly my receding
boner hardened back to lead-pipe life.
  God no!  She would be able to feel it!  Wouldn't she?  Didn't
she?  Was she possibly so naive that she couldn't recognize a guy's
stiff hard-on, right at the crack of her ass?
  What was going on, my idiotic brain asked me?  Was it possible
that she KNEW that I was stimulated and LIKED IT?
  Oh man!  I was starting to tremble with excitement.
  What was she thinking?   What was she trying to do?  There was
no way that she couldn't feel it.  Did she WANT my boner there?
  I looked at as much of her face as I could see, propped up on her
arm.  She was just looking ahead at the TV.  She looked perfectly
normal.
  I wanted to move back but there was no room on the couch.   God,
her shapely ass felt good.  It was so soft and yet firm feeling as
it pressed against me.
  I moved my arm up on her body a bit so that my hand was just
below her breasts.  I could feel the outline of the bottom of her
bra on my palm and the softness of her tits on the side of my hand.
  Ellen didn't stir.  She just kept watching TV.
  Was it okay that my hand was there?  She didn't mind?  Or was she
even aware of it?  Her hand was still on my forearm.  She could
pull my arm away if she wanted to.  Did she know that I was (sorta)
copping a feel?
  Man, I was shaking almost from the excitement of this.
  My mind was racing now with a lot of crazy messages from my nuts. 
I had to take a chance.  A BIG chance.  An awful chance!  I had to
know what would happen.  I couldn't let this opportunity pass me
by and never know what she was thinking.
  I debated it, over and over, in my mind, wondering what she would
do or say or how she would react, and then (cautiously) I did it. 
I placed my hand squarely over the soft swell of her left breast,
watching her face for the first flash of horror and shock so that
I could recoil from her retributional attack.
  But nothing.  She didn't move.  She didn't even seem to notice
at all.  She just kept staring forward at the TV.
  Was this for real?  Could this be?  I had my hand on a girl's 
breast and I wasn't being pushed away?
  Girl?
  Well, yes!  This was Ellen.  This was my sister.  But it was a
girl.  A real live girl!  And she was letting me touch her!
  Her breast was so soft and yet firm (as I held it) and was just
a little under the size of a softball.  I could feel its hard
nipple, under my palm, and I began to squeeze her breast and rub
and fondle that nipple through the material of her shirt and bra.
  Oh, man it felt exquisite!  It was so warm and delicate in my
hand!
  I rubbed and petted and fondled for quite a while, all the time
my hard dick strained into that soft behind.  It felt like my cock
was going to explode!
  I was aching to feel more!
  I moved my hand slowly down her body to the loose bottom of her
shirt, slipped my hand inside and then ran it up her warm stomach. 
God, Ellen's skin was so very smooth.  Like a baby's skin.  I came
to her rib cage and then to her bra and I pushed my hand under the
elastic so I could hold and feel the actual soft, hot flesh of her
tender breast.
  Glancing over, I could see that she still seemed to be occupied
with nothing but the TV.  Her eyes just stared blankly forward,
with no expression revealed in her face at all, as I held the flesh
of her warm tit in my hand.
  What kind of a game was this?  How was I supposed to play it? 
What were the rules?  What was going on in her head?  Was she
enjoying this as much as I was?  Or was she actually horror
stricken and shocked and just too surprised and embarrassed to say
anything?  I couldn't figure it out but I was just too horny to
think right now.
  Her large nipple stood out and became hard as I continued to rub
and stroke and squeeze and pet her spongy, soft breast for many
long minutes.  I became aware that I was now pushing my dick up
against her round butt, over and over, in a slow, fucking kind of
a motion.
  I was lost.  My brain wasn't working now at all.  Only my lust
was doing the thinking and it wanted to explore and find out how
much more she would permit me to do with her.
  I removed my hand from my sister's bra and caressed it softly
down her smooth, flat stomach, out of the heat of her shirt, and
then down the outside of her yellow shorts until I came to the hard
bone at her crotch.  I pushed my hand between her legs and began
to squeeze and rub Ellen's pussy, through the material, pushing her
lower body back onto my thrusting cock.
  Now I felt her put her hand back on by forearm.
  This was it, I thought.  She was going to pull my arm away from
her and put a halt to all this.
  But no.  She just lightly held her hand on my arm.  She didn't
even blink as I looked at the side of her face again.  She showed
absolutely no reaction to the fact that I was now squeezing and
rubbing the very alluring, soft area between her thighs.
  Damn, I thought, this is just too incredible!
  If this were a game, that she was playing with me, it was too
late for her to stop me from progressing now.  I pulled my hand
from her crotch and (without giving it a second thought) I thrust
it down into the front of her shorts.
  Ellen's skin, at her lower belly, was silky smooth and hot and
so unbelievably soft under my hand and the material of her panties
was so sexy feeling on my knuckles.  I pushed down, into her pants,
until my fingertips came to her soft covering of hair.    It was
the first time that I had ever felt one of these things.  I had
only seen pictures and heard stories until now.  (Oh, I had seen
Ellen's pussy before but that was when we were little.)  It was so
sensual and exquisite feeling.  Her hair, at the jut of her pubic
mound, was so much softer than that of my own.
  My hand was restricted in the material of her pants but I forced
my fingers down to where I could feel the actual delicate, puffy
swells of her pussy lips and their sparse covering of hair.  I pet
her there, softly for a time, trembling because of my excitement
and the knowledge that she was allowing me to explore such a
mysterious and forbidden part of her.  I carefully worked a finger
into the notch, between the furry lips, and was stunned by the
amount of slick wetness I found in there.  I could feel the bump
of her clitoris and, as my fingertip touched it, I heard the breath
catch in Ellen's throat.  It was the first sign of life that she
had shown.
  I looked down at her face and now her eyes were closed and I
could see that she was softly biting her lower lip.  
  I began to rub her clit between my (now slippery) fingers and
listened as her breathing became erratic.
  I noticed that my sister had opened her legs a little for me
because my hand now had more room to work.  I pushed myself further
into her pants and I could feel the moist crotch of her panties,
on the back of my hand, as I now burrowed my middle finger deeper
into her warm, wet pussy.  
  I was aware of something else now too.  There was a new aroma 
in the room.  I couldn't place exactly what it was but I was 
becoming even more stimulated by it as I explored into the
mysteries of her most intimate area.
  Gently working my finger even further into her, I came to the
slight obstruction of my sister's virginity.  I knew what it was 
(and I didn't want to mess around with that) so I pulled my fingers
back and concentrated my attention on her clitoris again.  I could
tell that she liked being touched there and I began to swirl my
slippery fingertips around that firm little bump (again and again). 
I could feel her responding by pressing her lower body alternately
into my hand and back onto my excited cock.
  Ellen was breathing heavily in a matter of moments and she began
to maneuver herself around more quickly on my hand.  It was as if
she had suddenly taken over.  I just let her churn her soft pussy
on my fingers.  I figured that she knew what felt good to her.  
  Suddenly she stiffened herself and straightened her legs,
strongly squeezing my trapped hand between her soft thighs and
against her hot, sopping crotch.  Strange squeaking sounds were
coming from her nostrils now and I suddenly realized that she was
cumming.  That I was making her cum!  Just the thought of that (and
her churning against my rock-hard cock) had me ready to shoot my
load, inside my pants, and I pushed my other arm under her so I
could hold her small, curvy body against me and fuck at her soft
butt to get me over.
  But Ellen suddenly released from her orgasm and she went limp,
in my arms, for a moment.  Then she pulled my hand quickly out of
her pants and sat up.  Her face was red and her blue eyes were wide
open and wet and her body was heaving as she panted loudly.  She
emitted a breathless little cry and put her hand over her gaping
mouth to cover it.
  "What's wrong?" I asked in a hoarse croak.
  She didn't say anything.  She just got abruptly up and ran
hurriedly out of the living room and up the stairs.
  I was dumbfounded.  Why did she do that?  Was it because of what
I had done?  
  Aw fuck, I thought to myself.  I was far too horny and wound up
to think about it right now.  I lay quickly on my back and undid
my jeans, pulling them down a bit to expose my hard cock.  I
brushed the hair back from my forehead and, as I did, I could smell
my sister's pussy on my fingers.  It was a pungent, girlish,
wonderfully intoxicating odor.  The same tantalizing aroma that I
had detected earlier but now very sharp and close.  I put my
fingers to my nose and thrilled as I sniffed the smell of pussy and
began to jack off.  I must have only jacked on it seven or eight
times before I shot my load like I never believed I could.  The cum
must have spurted seven feet in the air!  It sprayed all the way
over to the coffee table and I just kept cumming and cumming.  It
was the greatest orgasm of my life!
  But then, released from my hormonal frenzy, I was suddenly 
overtaken by the idea of what I had done.  Man, was I an asshole! 
I had jerked off my little sister!  What the hell had gotten into
me?  And what was she going to do about it?  Would she tell Dad? 
God, did that thought scare the shit out of me!  If Dad found out
that I had touched his little Ellen like that, he'd beat me to
death with a baseball bat.  And I couldn't blame him.  I'd do the
same thing! 
  What should I do now?  Tell her I'm sorry?  Tell her it will  
never happen again?  God, I don't want her to hate me!  I love her!
I want her to look up to me! 
  Shit!  What a fucking moron I am, I thought.
  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. 



Ellen 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.
  I couldn't stand it any longer.  "Ellie," I called to her and 
she sat up and turned to me, sitting Indian style, with her knees
up and her ankles crossed.  She seemed to be all legs and
underpants now.
  "What?" She smiled up at me.
  What was I going to say?  How could I ask her for what I wanted?
Sitting there, like that, she seemed so sweet and innocent.  I was
kind of afraid and oddly embarrassed.  "Come here." I told her.
  "No," she said, still smiling sweetly.  "You come down here."
  I moved like a rocket and sat down next to her on the carpet.
  "Ellie," I asked, into her smiling, pretty features, "do you ever
think about what we did a few weeks ago?"  As I said it, I reached
between her open legs and rubbed the soft crotch of her panties,
feeling the twin pillows of her pussy and the indention of her slit
through the warm material.
  Her face turned instantly sour and then her blue eyes went wide
in shocked surprise.  "No!" she gasped into my face, stretching the
word in astonishment, and she roughly pulled my hand from her
crotch and pushed it back at me.  Her face was burning red now and
her eyes seemed to bore into mine as she leaned to me and firmly
said, "Don't you EVER touch me, like that, again or I'll tell Mom
and Dad what you did!"
  She got to her feet quickly and angrily stomped upstairs, leaving
me alone on the carpet.  I could hear her moving around in the
bathroom as I sat on the floor and thought about what an absolute
asshole I was for asking her.  After a few minutes I heard her go
into her room, slamming the door.
  Great.  Now what must she think of me?  What a piece of shit I 
truly am!  Why did I have to ask her?  Why didn't I control myself?
  I turned off the TV and went up to go to bed and try and forget
about what a stupid thing I had done - again!
  What was she going to do now?  Would she just forget about it 
again (like the last time) or would she really tell Mom or Dad,
when they got home, to put a stop to me?
  As I went into the bathroom, I saw her panties on the floor by
the clothes chute.  I couldn't help myself.  I picked them up and
examined the crotch.  It was wet with her fluids.  I put it to my
nose and I could strongly smell that enticing pussy scent again.
  Now I could see myself, in the mirror, with my sister's
underpants at my face.  Did I look like a perverted fucker!
  Feeling like total shit now, I dropped the panties, turned out
the light and went into my room.  Man, I was really low!  I sat on
the edge of my bed for a time and put my face in my hands.
  That's when I heard her come into my room.  I looked up and she
was just standing there in front of me.
  "What?" I asked, afraid that she was going to slap me now or yell
at me again for what I had done downstairs.
  She didn't say anything.  She just reached over and placed her
index finger under my nose.  It was moist and strong with the smell
of her pussy.
  I knew immediately what this gesture meant.  Letting me sniff her
very private smell was her way of granting me consent without
having to say a word.  Man, did my hormones kick in!
  I looked up at her face.  It held the same vacant, longing
expression that I saw on my own face (in the bathroom mirror) when
I was smelling her panties.
  I grabbed the bottom of her pink night-shirt and pulled it up,
exposing her curves to me.  She wasn't wearing any underpants and
I could see her pussy right in front of my face.  It was the most
attractive thing I had ever seen in my life.  It looked so much
different than the last time I had seen it-- when we were both
younger.  Ellen now had pretty, ash colored pussy hair.  It was
only slightly curly and the hairs were not very long.  The little
patch only covered from just above her pubic bone and then between
her legs.  I could see the slit between her puffy pussy lips and
the button of her clit protruding slightly.
  I leaned my face over to smell her.  Her sexual fragrance was
very sharp in my nostrils now as I inhaled.
  God!  My hormones were on fire for it!
  I put my face to the soft hair and I kissed it.  I kissed and
kissed and kissed that beautiful thing, savoring its alluring odor
while I did it.  I put my hands on her soft ass cheeks and pushed
her lower body to my face.  I began to work my kisses into the
moist slot between the furry, fleshy pads of her pussy and I could
detect her feminine secretions clinging to my lips.  I put my
tongue out to taste her.
  My sister's pussy was sweet but with a salty, lemony tang.
  I dropped to the floor, in front of her, and she held up the hem
of her night-shirt and lifted one foot onto the bed, to open
herself for me, as I grasped her baby-soft hips and continued
kissing (and now licking) into the tasty, scented slit between her
silky legs.
  Ellen gripped my shoulders, to steady herself, and I could sense
her body quivering and hear her voice making the sweetest little
chirping sounds as I licked into her.  Nothing I had ever done, in
all my life, turned me on as much as this did.  I had to have more
of it!
  "Lay on the bed," I looked up and told her, my voice just a
quaking whisper.
  Ellen didn't say a word but she quickly did as I had instructed,
laying herself back on the bed with her legs slightly apart and 
pulling the bottom of her night-shirt up to her thin waist. I
wasn't sure of how far I should go with her.  I was beyond mere
arousal now.  I was trembling from the effects of pure lust.
  I got half way on the bed, next to her, so that my face was just
above her pussy and I placed my hands on her warm thighs to spread
her limbs a little more for me.
  I pushed my tongue into the oily-wet cleft, between her tender
pussy lips, licking and tasting the lemony flavor of her most
personal place.  The whole time Ellen made more little squeaking
noises as the thrill, of what I was doing to her, made the breath
catch in her throat.  I could tell that she liked it because of
those sounds she was making and because she began pushing her pussy
up, at my face, from the bed.  It was wonderful!
  I took Ellen's leg and pulled it over my head so that I could
fully expose her to me.  Her thighs were wide apart now, as I lay
on my stomach with my face at her crotch.  I used my fingers to
gently separate the, slightly hair covered, billowy lips of her
pussy.  I could see the pinkness of her delicate inner skin and
(under the protrusion of her clitoris) into the dainty appearing
orifice of her vagina.  It was glistening wet and open.  It
beckoned for me to explore and taste it.
  Ellen's hand (with her pink, painted fingernails) suddenly
covered the open display.  I took her hand away and held it to her
soft thigh as I pushed my face to her parted crotch and stuck my
tongue deep into her warm vagina.  Her hand squeezed mine tightly
and I could hear her breathing stop and see the muscles of her flat
stomach go rigid as I entered her.
  I explored into her velvety slick opening, noticing that the
abundant nectar, within her sexual entrance, was very sweet tasting
and slippery.  I suddenly remembered a part of an old rhyme that
Mom used to tell us when we were little: "Sugar and spice and
everything nice - that's what little girls are made of."  Had the 
author of that poem ever done this to one?
  Ellen put her hands softly to my cheeks and pushed me back.
  "Don't do it in there, Danny," she said breathlessly, "it's way
too sensitive."
  She guided my face up so that my mouth was on the folds of skin
at her clitoris and I began to swirl my tongue around that,
daintily soft, rigid little button in the slot of her pussy.  Her
scented hairs tickled my nose as I thrilled from the effects of
both smelling and tasting her sex.  Ellen's body quaked and
shuddered with each movement of my tongue now.  I knew that I had
her highly aroused and I was overjoyed at my ability to give her
such pleasure.  As I licked her, I pulled off my shorts.  I didn't
know what I was going to do with her next but I had to have all of
her!
  Just then her little body stiffened, like on the couch, and she
grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her.  My tongue sank deep
into her spasming vaginal hole as her warm thighs closed to the 
sides of my cheeks and began to squeeze.  Her lower body churned
her pussy on me as she came.  My mouth filled with sweet, slimy
Ellen and I excitedly swallowed but kept my tongue working, inside
of her, so that she would "get off" real good.
  Then she suddenly went limp and was panting, on her back, as I
continued to lap into the slippery folds of her sex.  Something
appeared in front of my face and I was momentarily licking the back
of her hand as she had covered herself again and was now pushing
my face away from her crotch.
  I got to my knees, breathing loudly from my sexual excitement,
my face wet, from my little sister's pussy, and my large, rigid
pole jerking and standing up in front of me.
  Ellen's eyes seemed to go two sizes wider and she sat up and
looked at my dick with an odd, fearful stare for a moment.
  I started to crawl on top of her but she scampered back from me
and then got off the bed quickly, running out and shutting my door
behind her.
  What the fuck? I wondered.
  I jumped up and went to her bedroom door but it was locked again.
  "Ellie?"
  No answer.
  "Ellen, I'm pretty worked up here!  I need a little attention."
  But it was still quiet.
  After a few moments, I resigned myself that it was over and went
into the bathroom to jack off.  I picked up her panties, from the
hard tile floor, and sniffed the spicy, drying pussy spot as I
jerked on my raging cock.  Just before cumming, I sucked on the
slimy stain and then, as the salty-sweet taste of her pussy again
filled my mouth, jet after jet of cum shot out of me and splashed
into the toilet.  I almost fell over from the intensity of my
orgasm.



  When I went downstairs, the next morning, I fully expected to
find my mom and my sister crying in each others arms and my dad
coming at me with one of the kitchen knives.
  But no.  Everything was normal.  Dad was finishing his coffee
and Mom was putting on her coat.  "Good morning, Son," she greeted
me, smiling brightly.  "There's leftover pancakes, in the oven, for
you."  She jestured toward the stove now. "Me and your father are
taking your sister to her dental appointment," she said, and then
she called out to the livingroom, "Ellie!  Get moving, young lady. 
We're going to be late!"
  Dad gulped down the last of his coffee and he and my mother went
out to the car.
  I sat down at the kitchen table as my sister came in, buttoning
her blue coat.  "Gosh, I hate the dentist, Danny," she said, as she
pulled her blond hair up from her collar.  "I wish they weren't in
such a hurry."
  I was quite aware that she hadn't told on me but I had to know
how she was feeling this morning.  She sure seemed scared of me,
when she ran off, last night.  "Ellie...."
  "Thank God it's just a cleaning," she went on, pulling her red,
wool cap onto her head.
  The car horn sounded impatiently from outside.
  "Gotta' go!" Ellen said melodically, and she went quickly out
the kitchen door.
  Sitting alone now, I started to think about everything.  It was
just like the last time.  Like she was pretending that it hadn't
happened at all.
  Her not wanting to talk, to me, about what I did with her, made
me come to the conclusion that she must be feeling really bad and
ashamed and embarrassed about it now.  And that thought suddenly
made me feel real odd and guilty.  And, thinking about it some
more, I realized that the fact that she hadn't told Mom and Dad was
an indication that my sister really cared about me and didn't want
to see me hurt or kicked out of the house, in spite of the fact
that I was being such an asshole and abusing her.
  Damn me!
  I made a resolution that day:  No matter what, I could not allow
myself to ever get carried away and do anything, like that, with
her again!  I had to protect my sister-- from me!
  For the next week, I avoided Ellen as much as I could.  And this
made me feel even worse.  After all, she was my sister.  I wanted
and needed to have a relationship with her.  But a NORMAL
relationship!  And I didn't know if I could do this right now.  Not
with my raging, teenage hormones.
  Girls and sex and pussy were on my mind, even more than ever,
now that I had felt and smelled and touched (and even tasted)
Ellen.  When I wasn't at school (where all the pretty girls were)
or at home (keeping myself away from my sister), I was locked in
my room, jacking off, just to keep my sanity.
  What I needed was a girlfriend.  Desperately!  That would solve
my problems.  Another girl, who would let me work off these sexual
needs on her, would naturally take any thoughts of sex, with Ellen,
away from me.



  On Wednesday afternoon, as I was up in my room studying for
exams, Ellen came in, still in her blue skirt and green and white
checkered top from school.
  "What's up, Danny?"
  "Just schoolwork," I answered, not looking up at her.
  She sat down on the edge of my bed and watched me for a while. 
I could hear her sigh loudly (every so often) as I tried to read
my textbook, and take notes.  
  It was very distracting.  
  I wanted to ignore her but I couldn't keep myself from glancing
over, as she sat there, with her shapely legs crossed and her hands
clasped on her exposed knee.
  I looked back down, at my book, and tried to forget that she was
even there but my eyes kept looking up and over to the swells of
her breasts, in her blouse, and the evident curves of her body, as
she sat so demurely and absently watched herself rocking her foot
up and down.
  I tried to concentrate, once more, on what I was writing but, as
I glanced over to her again, she was now leaning back and awkwardly
reaching, across my bed, for a discarded magazine.  As the effort
caused her legs to part, I could suddenly see up in her skirt and
I caught a fleeting glimpse of her panties between her thighs.
  Shit!
  "What do you WANT?" I asked her, irritated.  
  "Oh," she said, sitting up, "I don't know.  I just wanted
company."
  I put down my pencil and went over to the bed and sat down beside
her, taking my magazine from her hands and tossing it on the floor.
  "Company?" I asked.  "What kind of company?"
  "You know.... " Her expression was pained.  Like she wanted to
say something to me but she couldn't.
  "No. I DON'T know."  I said with rising agitation.
  She smiled shyly and her face blushed red as she put her small
hand over her mouth and leaned to my ear to whisper (even though
we were the only ones in the house).  "Danny, I want to do sex with
you again."
  "Shit, Ellie!" I was mad now. "What about last time?  You left
me all horny and wouldn't do anything!"
  "God, Danny!"  She looked embarrassed. "I don't know what to do!
You have to show me!  And besides, after I get that good feeling,
I suddenly don't want it anymore.  I kinda feel funny.  I feel
sorta bad.  I don't know.... I HAVE to get away!"
  "No Ellie," I said with resolution as I stood and coaxed her up
from my bed.  "No, we can't do that anymore.  You're my sister!
I've thought about it a lot and it would be better, for the both
of us, if we never do it with each other again!"
  Her head bent as she turned to go but then she turned back to me
and smiled devilishly.  I watched her as she bent her knee and
worked her hand, up under her skirt, for a moment.  Then she pulled
her hand out and put her now pasty finger under my nose again and
grinned as she watched me sniff in the sharp, spicy fragrance of
her pussy.  My eyes closed and my brain quit working instantly.
  That smell!
  It made the urge to have her grip me with a fury.  My cock sprang
up, in my pants, so quick that it shocked me.   She knew (very well
now) how much her intimate scent intoxicated and controlled me.
  I took her shoulders and she let me lay her back on the bed.  Her
face held a look of excited expectancy as I reached up in her skirt
and pulled her soft panties down her legs and off of her.  The
cotton crotch was really soaked.
  My dick was pounding hard and I pulled off my jeans and shorts
and leaned over her to push her skirt up to her hips.
  I had never seen anything as desirable as this girl looked,
laying on my bed, with her legs apart and her sweet pussy exposed
for me.
  I had to have her!
  I got on the bed, between her legs, and then I gently lay myself
fully on top of her. 
  God!  She was so warm and delicate feeling under me.  I could
feel the soft mounds of her breasts and her heartbeat against my
chest and I could sense the rhythm of her breathing beneath me. 
I held her and melted into her warm closeness for a time, smelling
her sweet fragrance as I held my face to her cheek and hugged her
to me.  I could feel the delicate tickle of her pubic hair on my
stiff cock and the extreme softness of her warm inner thighs on my
bare hips.
  Ellen was panting in my ear and kissing my cheek and running her
hands up and down my heaving back.  I lifted my head and I looked
into her serious, eager blue eyes.  Eyes full of excitement and
longing.  There was no way to stop the progression of events now.
My dick was doing all the thinking for me and it wanted her more
than it had ever wanted anything in it's life.  And that (at that
moment) was somehow okay with me.  Gazing closely into her eager
expression, I wanted her too.
  I brought my face down to hers and I gently kissed my sister's
soft,  full lips and (when I did) her eyes closed and her mouth
opened for me and my own little Ellen kissed me in a way that Linda
(or no other girl) could ever kiss.  It made my cock go three
stages harder.  I had kissed her before but never like this.  It
was magical the way her mouth sucked and her sweet tongue worked
at mine.  Where had she ever learned to do that?  
  Not breaking our kiss, I put my hand down between us and
maneuvered the head of my dick around in the slick notch of her
hot, open pussy.  My rigid cock throbbed, in my hand, as it found
her opening and took full possession of me.  I entered her very
slowly because of the restriction of her small vagina.  I had to
push in hard but, because she was so lubricated, I could feel my
sensitive member slowly and deliciously penetrating into her.  I
had no thoughts about not proceeding now.  The sexual sensations,
charging from my loins, were far too overwhelming! 
  Ellen's body stiffened under me and she whimpered slightly and
sucked my mouth hard as my cock broke past her maidenhead.
  I had just taken my little sister's cherry.
  I carefully pressed myself into her some more until I could feel
the contact of her furry pubic mound at the base of my shaft.  I
was now inside of her completely. 
  It felt so good.  She was unbelievably tight!  My cock never 
felt this much pure sensation in my hand.  It was so hot inside of
her and slippery and very restricted and I knew that my dick was
meant for this place.  
  I lay still for a while, holding her tightly and kissing her 
mouth deeply now.  I could feel my hard cock twitching within her
body, urging me to action.  But I didn't want to hurt her (with it)
and I didn't want this moment (of just being joined with her) to
ever end.  I can't begin to tell you how wonderful it felt to be
inside of her.  It was like we were now one person.
  Ellen spread her legs a little more and lifted one knee so that
she could push her pussy up at me.  I could feel the hardness of
her small pubic bone pushing against my own and my cock-head
pressing even further into the hot depth of her belly.  I almost
screamed from the thrill of the sensation.  Instead I sucked the
sweetness of her open mouth and I began to slowly fuck my sister's
delicate, tight little hole.  Ellen wrapped her arms around me and
she started to move her hips up and down to match my fucking
motion.  I started to fuck her faster and we were soon churning
ourselves together in nasty, forbidden sex, right there on my bed,
in a frenzy.
  Every thrust sent new thrills and sensations through my deeply
buried cock.  Sex, with an actual girl, felt even better than I
had (for years) imagined it would and I could tell that it was just
as sensational for my sister because she was now moaning into my
face, through her nose, as she sucked harder on my mouth and
eagerly worked her hips up under me.  It felt as if she were trying
to draw me into her body through both her mouth and her pussy.
  Suddenly, I could feel myself starting to cum and, for some
reason, it shocked me back to the reality of what I was doing.  I
couldn't come in my sister!  What if I got her pregnant?  God! 
What a mess that would be!  What would we have?  A son?  A nephew?
  I pulled it out of her in a quick jerk, rising to my knees,
between her parted legs, and jacking my cum all over Ellen's spread 
thighs and dark-blond pussy and exposed stomach and blue skirt and 
checked blouse.  Hell, it even shot up to her face!
  A split-moment later, seeing my baby sister with my jizz on her 
lips soured my stomach.  I jumped off of the bed. 
  "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.


Ellen Chapter 3
  When I woke up the following morning, I felt a sickness in my
stomach at the idea that I had actually fucked my little sister.
I couldn't believe that I had done it.  I felt terrible.  I tried
to recreate what had taken place so that I could justify why I
would have done such an awful thing.  But thinking about what I
did, and remembering how my dick felt inside of her, caused me to
get a super hard erection.
  Damn that crazy thing!  It had no conscience or consideration.
It seemed to have a mind of it's own.  It seemed to be fully out
of my control.  I could do nothing but grasp it and start jerking
it off so that I could get on with the day.
  As I jerked on it I remembered how Ellen looked, on the bed with
her skirt up and her legs apart.  Her small pussy exposed for me.
I remembered laying on her and that wonderful kiss and the
closeness of our bodies and how terrific the sensations of that
first penetration.  I remembered fucking her and how she had fucked 
back and that sensational feeling of approaching orgasm.
  Orgasm?
  Had I pulled it out of her before it started?  Did I get any in
her?
  Man, it was shooting as I pulled it out!  What if I HAD gotten
some of my cum in Ellen?  Would she get pregnant?
  Shit!
  My boner evaporated in my hand as I thought about it.
  No!  I told myself.  I pulled it out in time!  I KNOW I did! 
But, then I remembered what Mr. Hanson had said in health class;
that the penis releases some sperm all through intercourse.
  FUCK!
  My stomach began to knot tightly.  What if Ellen IS pregnant?
What would I do?  Man, would we be in trouble!  Shit, it would be
trouble enough if Ellen got knocked up by ANYBODY!  But by ME?   
I couldn't allow myself to think about it anymore.  It was just
too horrifying!  I got up and took a shower and dressed for school.



  Everybody was having breakfast when I came down.
  "Good morning, Danny," Mom said, as she put a plate down for me.
  I looked at the eggs and bacon and my stomach turned and twisted.
  I couldn't bear to look over at my sister.
  "I don't think I can eat, Mom." I said.  "My stomach is a little
messed up."
  "Dear," Mom said as he came over to me and put her hand on my
forehead, "are you sick?"
  "He's okay," Ellen said from the table in a bright, happy voice,
"he's just got exams today."
  It was good to hear her sounding so natural this morning.  It
eased the pain in my gut a little bit.  I looked at her and she
smiled at me.  Her blond hair was all fresh and shiny and clean
looking and it reflected the sunshine from the window behind her.
She looked so cute in her white blouse with the little green tie
at the neck.
  "Yeah," I said to Mom, "I'm a little nervous about these exams."
  Mom was relieved that I wasn't sick and so was Dad, who wanted
me to take care of the yard when I came home from school today.
They finished their breakfast and both of them left for work,
leaving me and Ellen alone.
  As soon as I heard their cars pull away I moved a chair over to
Ellen's and sat down next to her.
  "Listen, Sis.  I'm really scared about what we did yesterday."
  Her face took on a look of curiosity at my tone of voice and what
I had said.  "Scared?  Why?"
  "Ellen," I said emphatically, "don't you know what screwing is
all about?  I could get you pregnant doing that!"
  "Oh," she said calmly, "you pulled it out." 
  "It doesn't matter.  It could still happen if I pull it out or
not."       
  "Well," she said, "don't worry about it.  I'm NOT pregnant." 
  I couldn't believe the way she sounded so calm and so certain in
the face of something this serious.  "How do you KNOW?" 
  "Because I got my period this morning."
  "Oh..  wow.. " I said lamely.  I felt oddly embarrassed because
my sister had never discussed anything as personal as her periods
with me before.  But why shouldn't she now?  After all, we had been
lovers.  "So that means you're not pregnant?"
  "As far as I know it does," she said, leaning to me now and
smiling sweetly into my worried expression.  "Chill out, Danny. 
A girl can't be pregnant and get her period."
  Ellen got up and put the breakfast things in the dishwasher while
I (suddenly hungry) wolfed down the bacon and eggs.
  I drove her to school with me and we parked in the student lot. 
I still felt guilty about fucking her and taking her virginity from
her.  I just knew that it wasn't my place to have done it and that
I had somehow dishonored my duty as her big brother and did
something dirty with a very sweet and lovely girl.
  "Ellie," I said, looking out the windshield because I was too 
embarrassed to face her, "I'm sorry about what I did to you
yesterday."
  "Did to me?  What did you do?"
  "You know....  I never should have.... fucked you.  I blame
myself. It wasn't your fault.  We've been playing with this sex
thing and I let it go too far.  My horniness is just taking control
of me.  Boys are animals, Sis!  We really are dirty things!"
  Ellen put her little hand on my knee and looked directly into my
eyes.  "Danny, I wanted it!  I asked you for it.  We did it
together, remember?"
  "But I started it...  that day on the couch.  I never should have
touched you like that.  You're not like me, Ellie.  Girls are
different.  They're not horny all the time like guys are.  You've
always been so..... sweet and nice.  I'm such a dirty bastard!"
  Ellen laughed.  "Danny, you nitwit!  I've been getting horny and
playing with myself (down there) since I was thirteen!" 
  "You have?"  I was astonished.  I would never have imagined Ellen
doing such a thing.
  "And who do you think I always fantasized about when I did it?"
  "I don't know..."  I thought about who would appeal her. "Donny
Osmond?  Eddie...?"
  "I always thought about YOU, Danny."
  "Me?"
  "Sure," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "You're my big
brother.  You love me.  You would never hurt me or be mean to me.
I trust you, Danny.  I love you."
  God, she was embarrassing the hell out of me!  I could feel my
eyes going watery and something made me wrap my arms around her and
hug her to me tightly and kiss her soft cheek.  She hugged me back.
  "I do love you Ellie," I said.  "That's why we can't do this sex 
thing with each other anymore.  It feels so good but it's just not
right."
  "I'll do whatever you say, Danny," she said closely, into my ear.
"I trust you to tell me what's right."  With that, she let me go
and got out of the car.


  That week I concentrated on school work and going out for the 
track team.  I also tried to ask out a few girls but none seemed
to be available.  Ellen and me shared a pretty normal relationship
for the remainder of that week and on into the next.  We went to
a family reunion for Thanksgiving.  It was at Uncle Ralph's house.
It was a pretty good time (for a family thing) with a big dinner
and everyone dressed up.  Ellen wore a light blue, frilly dress
that all the Aunts and girl cousins raved about.  She did look so
very sexy in it too.  Uncle Paul embarrassed her when he hugged her
at the dinner table and loudly said, to everyone,  "Look how our
little Ellie has blossomed in the last year!"  In fact, I found
myself staring at her (from time to time) as she talked and joked
with our relatives.  I could feel myself getting a boner from the
sight of her.


  It was late when we drove home.  It was quite a drive (about an
hour) and Mom fell asleep in the front seat while Dad drove.  Me
and Ellen were in the back and I was just watching the cars go by
on the freeway.
  I suddenly felt Ellen's hand on mine and I looked over and saw
her smile at me.  I smiled back and looked back out the side
window.  That's when I felt her take my hand and move it over to
her.  She placed it on her frilly lap for a mile or so and then
suddenly I felt her maneuver it down and then up so that my hand
was now just above the top of her nylon stocking, on her soft
thigh, under the skirt of her dress.
  My dick went hard in a split second.  It almost hurt the way it
popped up so fast in my pants.
  I left it there for a while, feeling the heat of her smooth skin
and then I felt her hand take mine and pull it up further, to the
crotch of her lacy panties.
  God!  What was she doing?  Mom and Dad were only three feet away,
in the front seat!
  I looked quickly to the front and saw Dad just staring forward
and Mom slumped over, toward the passenger window, sleeping.  I
looked over at Ellen's mischievous smile and then down at her sexy,
exposed leg, and my hand in the bundle of her frilly skirt.
  Gee, my brain told me, why not?
  I pushed my hand into my sister's underpants.  Her pussy was
gushing wet with her lubricant.  My fingers probed into her gooey
slit, under the soft material of her panties.  I felt her clit and,
as she spread her legs a little, I maneuvered my middle finger up
into her hot girl hole.
  Ellen didn't make a sound, and neither did I.  I just probed her
for a long while.  She only maneuvered her lower body occasionally
to steer my finger to her feeling spots.
  Dad and Mom were totally unaware of what was happening behind 
them and that seemed to heighten my sexual arousal to even greater
fury.
  But what was in this for MY satisfaction, I wondered?
  I reached down, with my free hand, and undid my pants.  Then I
reached over my body to Ellen's hand and placed it in my
undershorts.  Her hand found my hard dick but she pulled it right
back out.
  What the fuck?
  I pulled her hand back again but she resisted, pulling her hand
back from me.
  Then I suddenly realized something.  Ellen had never touched ME.
I had done it all to HER.  She had never touched a dick in her
life.
  I pulled my hard cock out of my pants and leaned over to her to
whisper.  "Touch it, Sis!"
  "No," she whispered back.
  "Come on," I whispered directly in her ear, "I'm doing YOU!"
   I put her hand on me again and this time she grasped my shaft.
Her little hand felt so great on me.  All the while my other hand
was probing into her wet pussy.
  As she began to explore my cock, I began to massage her clit. I
found that if I went to her clit, with my hand, whenever she made
me feel good (with hers) I could signal her as to what would get
me off.  After a while she was jacking me off pretty good.  Her
hand moved slow but she was doing it at just the right spot.  I
started to rub her clit harder as I felt my own orgasm near.
  The car had left the freeway and we were now in a more lighted
area.  It was a bit scary because people in other cars could see
us and the back seat was brighter.  I could detect the smell of sex
in the air around me and if Dad looked in the rear-view mirror... 
  But he didn't and Ellen kept jacking and I kept twiddling and
suddenly Ellen's legs went stiff and stretched and her hand
tightened on me and I knew she was having an orgasm.  That was
enough to put me over and I started to cum, big time.  The first
shot of sperm flew up and hit the headliner of the car.  This
shocking event caused me to quickly put my free hand over the
dick-head to act as a barrier for the rest of the spurts.  Ellen's
silent orgasm released her and she relaxed, next to me.
  I looked to the front seat.  Dad had seen nothing.
  I looked up and a strand of sperm was hanging like a pendulum 
above me.  Just at that moment it came down and plopped on my
forehead.
  Ellen saw it and started to laugh loudly.
  "What's so funny back there?" Dad said and he started to turn his
head.  I pulled my hand quickly from my sister's crotch and she 
(just as quickly) pulled her hem down and crossed her legs.
  "Nothing." Ellen said, trying to contain her laughter.
  I had my hands over my dick and I started to button my pants when
Dad had turned away.  My lap was sopping with cum.  I wiped my
forehead with my shirtsleeve and looked over to see my sister still 
giggling.


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