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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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Ellen (bro-sis, inc)
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 the 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 nineteen (flunked 1st grade).
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.
"Want some?" she asked, as she licked some of the sauce off of
her wrist.
"I guess so," I said as I sat down at the table.
Ellen was eighteen at that time. A year younger than me. She was
an okay sister. We got along pretty well. Oh, we had our fights.
Nothing major though. Sister's just invade your space sometimes.
I was thinking about how okay she was as I watched her heat the
spaghetti. I hadn't really noticed, until now, how much she had
developed over the last year. Her back was to me and I could see
how nice her behind looked in her yellow shorts and how full and
sexy her legs were. Her hair was shiny and golden and she struck
such a sexy pose (as she stood there) without meaning to. Funny
that I hadn't seen it before. My buddies had mentioned it - how
foxy Ellen was becoming. I shot them down when I heard it though.
Nobody better touch my little sister! I didn't want guys looking
at her in that way.
Ellen brought two plates of spaghetti to the table and we sat and
ate in silence.
"Going to the game?" She asked as she got up for some milk.
"Yeah," I said. "What about you?"
"No. I'm going to wait for Eddie to call."
Eddie was her boyfriend. I didn't like him. He was a geek. A
stupid looking kid with red hair 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 out
alone with a boy anyway. They told her that she had to wait until
she was older.
"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 shirt, her breasts (in her 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 to the seat of her yellow shorts. I
could see her white panties, behind the leg opening of the shorts,
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. "What did I do?"
She looked hurt.
"Oh, it's not you," I said as I wrapped an arm around her
shoulder. I guess I'm mad at myself."
She put her head on my shoulder, to return my hug, and I could
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 and something else. Ellen's
fragrance. Not a perfume like Linda's but a natural, homey,
girlish fragrance.
My dick was 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 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 I was stimulated and LIKED IT?
Oh man! I was starting to tremble with excitement.
What was she thinking? Did she know what she was doing? 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 ass felt good. It was so soft and yet firm.
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? Her hand was still on my forearm. She could pull my
arm away if she wanted to. Did she know I was (sorta) copping a
feel?
Man, I was shaking almost from the excitement.
My mind was racing with 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 chance pass me by and never know
what she was thinking.
I debated it over and over in my mind and then I suddenly 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. I
could feel the hard nipple under my hand and I began to squeeze
her breast and rub and fondle that nipple. Oh, man it felt
exquisite! It was so warm and soft 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 moved my hand down her body to the loose bottom of her shirt,
slipped my hand in and then ran it up her stomach. God, Ellen's
skin was so very smooth. Like a baby's skin. I came to her bra
and slipped my hand inside to hold and manipulate the soft, hot
flesh.
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.
What kind of game was this? How was I supposed to play it? What
was going on in her head? Was she enjoying this as much as I was?
Or was she 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 nipple stood out and was hard as a rock, in my hand, as I
continued to rub and stroke and squeeze her spongy, soft breast.
I also became aware that I was now pushing my dick up against
her round butt over and over in a fucking kind of motion. I was
lost. My brain wasn't working now at all.
I removed my hand from my sister's bra and caressed it softly
over her flat stomach, out of the heat of her shirt and then down
the outside of her yellow shorts to the hard bone at her crotch.
I pushed my hand between her legs and began to squeeze and rub
Ellen's pussy, 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.
But no. She just held her hand on me. She didn't blink as I
looked at the side of her face again. She showed absolutely no
reaction to the fact that I was now rubbing the alluring, soft area
between her legs.
Damn, I thought, this is incredible!
I couldn't stand fooling around and playing this game any longer.
I pulled my hand from her crotch and then 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 until my
fingertips came to her soft covering of hair. It was the first
time I had ever felt one of these things. It was so exquisite.
Her hair was so much softer than 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 soft 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 place. I delicately worked a finger into the slit
of her pussy and I 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 she had shown. I looked 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.
I was aware that my sister had opened her legs a bit because my
hand now had a little more room to work. I pushed further into her
pants and I could now burrow my 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 the mysteries of
her most intimate area.
Pushing my finger deeper 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 moved my fingers up and
concentrated my attention on her clitoris again. I began to swirl
my slippery fingertips around that little bump (again and again)
and I could feel her respond by pressing her lower body alternately
into my hand and back onto my 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 let her churn her soft pussy on my
fingers. I figured that she knew what felt good to her.
Suddenly she stiffened and straightened her legs squeezing my
trapped hand between her thighs and against her sopping wet pussy.
Strange squeaking sounds were coming from her nostrils and I
realized that she was cumming. I was making her cum! The thought
of that, and her churning against my hard cock, had me ready to
shoot and I pushed my other arm under her so I could hold her curvy
body against me and fuck at her soft butt to get me over.
But Ellen suddenly released from her orgasm and her body went
limp for a moment and then she pulled my hand abruptly out of her
pants and sat up. Her face was red and her blue eyes were wet and
she put her hand over her mouth and was panting loudly.
"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 room.
I was dumbfounded. Why did she do that? Was it because of what
I did?
Aw fuck, I thought to myself. I was far too horny and wound up
to think about it. 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 piquant, girlish, wonderfully
intoxicating odor. The same tantalizing aroma 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? 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 pulled on my pants and then I went 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, I decided to just say "Fuck it" and go to bed. I'd
have to somehow deal with it in the morning.