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Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer

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 dont mean it to be. This story is one

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hundred percent true. It all happened just they way Im describing it.

You can judge for yourself if Im 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 didnt get great grades at school, but I was passing. I

didnt 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. Id take Linda to a movie and then for a hamburger. Wed

park in front of her house (I had a great car. A Firebird. Linda really

liked that car.) Shed let me kiss her for a while. (She was an alright

kisser. She didnt like too much tongue though.) Then Id start to nuzzle

and kiss her neck. (She had a great perfume smell in her long, brown

hair.) And then Id start to run my hands over her tits. Thats when she

would always start with the I gotta go in now. stuff. Shed push me away

and Id keep trying to gain some ground (maybe get my hand actually into

her shirt) but shed keep pushing me away and then finally (angry as hell)

Id let her go in. God it was frustrating. And it was also a bad scene.

Wed always end our dates on this hostile note. Id 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 Id 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. whats 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, whats new? The football games

tonight, I said to her. Were going, right? Linda looked away,

fidgeting with her books. Im not going tonight, she said in a quiet

voice. Ive 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 wasnt going) Id 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 didnt 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.

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 Dads) while mine were

(my mothers) 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 hadnt 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 shed

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 wasnt 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. Im going

to wait for Eddie to call. Eddie was (kind of) her boyfriend. I didnt

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 didnt look like

the type that would try anything with her. Mom and Dad wouldnt 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 couldnt 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, theres 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. Cant Mom, Im late.

Hey, you gotta have something! Ill 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 Phils new car. By

the time I had eaten, the game was over and everyone was leaving the field.

Thats 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 wouldnt 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.

Whats the matter? she asked. I guess I didnt look too good. Linda!

She seems to have dumped me for Dave!

Danny, everybody knows Linda has the hots for Dave. Thats why she

was going out with you-- to get to him. Why didnt you tell ME? I

tried, dont you remember? But you wouldnt 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. Thats when I noticed Ellens 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? Ellens? 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, its not you, I said as I wrapped an arm

around her shoulders. I guess Im 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. Theres 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. Wheres Mom and Dad? I asked wearily. Oh, they went to a party

somewhere. They didnt say when theyd 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 Ellens head. I couldnt

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 wouldnt 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 - Ellens fragrance. Not a perfume, like Lindas, but a

natural, homey, girlish kinda smell. My dick was as hard as a pipe now.

God, I shouldnt be feeling like this, I told myself. Ellen is my sister!

I have feelings for her. I love her, I guess. I shouldnt 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! Wouldnt she? Didnt she? Was she

possibly so naive that she couldnt recognize a guys 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 couldnt 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 didnt

stir. She just kept watching TV. Was it okay that my hand was there? She

didnt 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 couldnt 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

didnt move. She didnt 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

girls breast and I wasnt 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, Ellens skin was so very smooth. Like a babys 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 couldnt 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 wasnt 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

sisters 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 Ellens 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 didnt 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. Ellens

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 Ellens 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 Ellens 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 couldnt 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 sisters virginity. I

knew what it was (and I didnt 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.

Whats wrong? I asked in a hoarse croak. She didnt 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 sisters 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, hed beat me to death with a baseball bat. And I

couldnt blame him. Id do the same thing! What should I do now? Tell her

Im sorry? Tell her it will never happen again? God, I dont 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 didnt answer. I tried the

knob, but it was locked. Shit, I thought. Im 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. Id have to face the consequences in the morning.

Chapter

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. Shes 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 wasnt 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 gets

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 couldnt

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, wouldnt 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 couldnt 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

wouldnt believe! I wanted her body so bad that I was trembling.

I couldnt 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, Dont

you EVER touch me, like that, again or Ill 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 didnt 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 couldnt 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 sisters 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. Thats

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 didnt 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 wasnt 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 sisters 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 didnt 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 wasnt 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 Ellens 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.

Ellens 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 - thats 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. Dont do it in there, Danny, she said

breathlessly, its 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. Ellens 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 didnt 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 sisters pussy, and my large, rigid pole jerking and

standing up in front of me. Ellens 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, Im 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. Theres 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. Were 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 werent in such a hurry. I was

quite aware that she hadnt 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 its 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 hadnt

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 hadnt told Mom and Dad was an indication that my sister

really cared about me and didnt 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 didnt 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 wasnt 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. Whats 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

couldnt 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

dont 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 couldnt. No. I DONT 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 wouldnt do

anything! God, Danny! She looked embarrassed. I dont know what to do!

You have to show me! And besides, after I get that good feeling, I suddenly

dont want it anymore. I kinda feel funny. I feel sorta bad. I dont

know.... I HAVE to get off! No Ellie, I said with resolution as I stood

and coaxed her up from my bed. No, we cant do that anymore. Youre my

sister! Ive 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 its 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 sisters 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!

Ellens 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

sisters 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 didnt want to hurt her (with it) and

I didnt want this moment (of just being joined with her) to ever end. I

cant 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 sisters 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 couldnt 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 Ellens 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 shouldnt 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 wont matter, she continued,

because Ill always belong to you! With that, she walked out and softly

closed the door.

Chapter

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 couldnt 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 its 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 couldnt 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 couldnt bear to look over at my

sister. I dont 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? Hes okay, Ellen said from the table in a

bright, happy voice, hes 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, Im a little

nervous about these exams. Mom was relieved that I wasnt 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 Ellens and sat down next to her. Listen, Sis. Im 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, dont you know what screwing is all about? I could get you

pregnant doing that! Oh, she said calmly, you pulled it out. It

doesnt matter. It could still happen if I pull it out or not. Well, she

said, dont worry about it. Im NOT pregnant. I couldnt 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 shouldnt she

now? After all, we had been lovers. So that means youre 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 cant 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 wasnt 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, Im 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 wasnt your fault. Weve 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. Youre not

like me, Ellie. Girls are different. Theyre not horny all the time like

guys are. Youve always been so..... sweet and nice. Im such a dirty

bastard! Ellen laughed. Danny, you nitwit! Ive 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 dont 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. Youre 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. Thats why we cant do

this sex thing with each other anymore. It feels so good but its just not

right. Ill do whatever you say, Danny, she said closely, into my ear.

I trust you to tell me whats 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 Ralphs 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

Ellens hand on mine and I looked over and saw her smile at me. I smiled

back and looked back out the side window. Thats 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

Ellens 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 sisters 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

didnt 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

Ellens 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, Im 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 didnt and Ellen kept jacking

and I kept twiddling and suddenly Ellens 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. Ellens 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. Whats so funny back there? Dad said and he started to turn

his head. I pulled my hand quickly from my sisters 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 didnt want my mind so occupied with the

sexual attributes of my kid sister. It made me feel uneasy and kind of

dirty. I just couldnt figure it all out. I had again made up my mind to go

back to what I considered a normal relationship with her and keep these

sick thoughts (of my sisters body) away from my mind. But then I would

be watching TV and see a cute girl and start thinking about the feel of

Ellens pussy in my hand, or the smell of it, or how sensational it felt

when I had fucked her and my boner would be back and I would be longing for

her again. My buddy Phil called on Sunday and wanted me to go to the movies

with him and his sister, Janice. I went, reluctantly because I wanted to be

home when my sister got back. The movie was a bore and Phil and Janice

didnt 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 wasnt 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! Youre 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 wasnt

good enough for her own brothers, why should you have her? Phil and

Janice laughed and laughed but my stomach suddenly went sick. Thats

funny? I asked. Sure, Phil said. Yeah, Janice added. You know what

they say, Incest is best, put your brother to the test!

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 sisters 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 couldnt wait to get home to relieve my sexual desire with

Ellen. When I got home, Ellen was already there. Her chubby friend Kathy

was with her and they were working on some class project. I sat in the

living room and watched them work at the dining room table. Ellen was

wearing a short skirt that really enhanced her young figure. Her top

buttoned and she had one too many unbuttoned so I could see flashes of her

white bra when she bent over the table to point something out to Kathy.

Looking at her was driving me mad. Why did she have to have KATHY here? Why

couldnt 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. Kathys

here, she said, and besides... I dont 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. Im HORNY! I pleaded at her. Ellen made a face and gestured for

me to quiet down. Go jack off then, she said in a bitchy voice, and then

she took the food out to Kathy. Damn her! I thought, as I stood alone now

in the kitchen. I was really getting pissed because she was coming on with

such an attitude and making me feel like some kind of a sicko (which, I

guess, I was!) I stormed up to my room and turned the stereo up loud, to

try and drown my horniness and my shame with the music, but it didnt 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 didnt want my hand, it wanted pussy. Real pussy! Pussy that I should

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