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Ellen 
by Emerson Laken-Palmer (address withheld)

***

A coming of age story about a brother and sister and 
their innocent and not so innocent urges. (mf-teens, 
inc, 1st)

***

Author Note: 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.

***

Chapter 1


It all started when I was sixteen and a Junior in High 
School. I was an alright guy. I didn't get great grades 
at school, but I was passing. I didn't have girls 
falling all over me, but I had a girlfriend. Her name 
was Linda and she was okay looking. I used to take her 
out to movies and a concert or something. It was just 
the sex thing that was driving me crazy. 

You see, I had never gotten any. Any pussy. Not from 
Linda. Not from anyone before her either. And I was 
revved up for it. I really wanted it bad. My hormones 
were running away with me at that age. It was always 
the same though. I'd take Linda to a movie and then for 
a hamburger. We'd park in front of her house (I had a 
great car. A Firebird. Linda really liked that car.) 

She'd let me kiss her for a while. (She was an alright 
kisser. She didn't like too much tongue though.) Then 
I'd start to nuzzle and kiss her neck. (She had a great 
perfume smell in her long, brown hair.) And then I'd 
start to run my hands over her tits. 

That's when she would always start with the "I gotta' 
go in now." stuff. She'd push me away and I'd keep 
trying to gain some ground (maybe get my hand actually 
into her shirt) but she'd keep pushing me away and then 
finally (angry as hell) I'd let her go in. God it was 
frustrating. And it was also a bad scene. We'd always 
end our dates on this hostile note. I'd go home and 
jack off to try and ease this damnable frustration and 
then fall asleep mad. 

I would forget about the anger the 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. "hat'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 heating 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 Ellen 
and I 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 then. A year younger than me. She was 
an okay sister I guess and we got along pretty well. 
Oh, we had our fights, now and again, but nothing 
major. Sisters just invade your space sometimes, you 
know what I mean? 

As I watched her, standing at the stove and stirring 
the spaghetti, I began thinking about what my buddies 
had been telling me lately - how foxy Ellen was 
becoming. I shot them down when I heard it though. 
Nobody had better touch my little sister! I didn't want 
guys looking at her, and thinking about her, in that 
way. I certainly never did. 

My sister was just always a person who was there, in my 
house, like Mom and Dad. You never really notice people 
in your own family because they are somehow so familiar 
that you talk to them and deal with them without really 
paying much attention to them.

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 the 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. Ah, 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 tunes and I must have 
fallen asleep because, when I woke up, it was after 
seven! I jumped up and ran downstairs. I was late for 
the game! Mom and Dad and Ellen were eating in the 
kitchen when I walked briskly in. "Sit down and eat, 
Danny," Mom said as I headed for the side door. 

"Can't Mom, I'm late." 

"Hey, you gotta have something!" 

"I'll get a bite at the game," I said as I left the 
house. 

When I got to school half-time was over and the game 
was in the fourth quarter. I went to the snack stand 
and got a hamburger. Bud and Phil were at the stand too 
and we talked a while about Phil's new car. By the time 
I had eaten, the game was over and everyone was leaving 
the field. That's when I saw Linda. 

She was walking with my buddy, Dave, toward the locker 
room door. I could see them holding hands and talking 
and, when they got to the door, he kissed her. And she 
seemed to really kiss him back. What a bitch! What a 
bastard! 

I tossed my hamburger wrapper in the trash and walked 
quickly to my car so that Linda wouldn't see me. When I 
got home, Ellen was lying on the couch watching TV. I 
walked over and made to sit down. I had to push her 
legs over to make a spot for me to sit. 

"What's the matter?" she asked. I guess I didn't look 
too good. 

"Linda! She seems to have dumped me for Dave!"

"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 lie 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. "Lie 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 
are Mom and Dad?" I asked wearily. 

"Oh, they went to a party or something. They didn't say 
when they'd be 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 sideways at her face and now her 
eyes were closed and I could see that she was 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 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 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 quickly lay 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 juice 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 done 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.


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 Ellen 
and I were alone again. She was sitting on the sofa, 
still wearing her pretty Sunday 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?" 

"Uh, 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 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 as she 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 said.

"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. 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 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 
gestured toward the stove now. "Your father and I are 
taking your sister to her dental appointment," she 
said, and then she called out to the living room, 
"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 off!" 

"No Ellie," I said with resolution as I stood and 
coaxed her up from my bed. "No, we can't do that 
anymore. You're my sister! I've thought about it a lot 
and it would be better, for the both of us, if we never 
do it with each other again!" 

Her head bent as she turned to go but then she turned 
back to me and smiled devilishly. I watched her as she 
bent her knee and worked her hand, up under her skirt, 
for a moment. Then she pulled her hand out and put her 
now pasty finger under my nose again and grinned as she 
watched me sniff in the sharp, spicy fragrance of her 
pussy. 

My eyes closed and my brain quit working instantly. 
That smell! It made the urge to have her grip me with a 
fury. My cock sprang up, in my pants, so quick that it 
shocked me. She knew (very well now) how much her 
intimate scent intoxicated and controlled me. 

I took her shoulders and she let me lay her back on the 
bed. Her face held a look of excited expectancy as I 
reached up in her skirt and pulled her soft panties 
down her legs and off of her. The cotton crotch was 
really soaked. My dick was pounding hard and I pulled 
off my jeans and shorts and leaned over her to push her 
skirt up to her hips. 

I had never seen anything as desirable as this girl 
looked, laying on my bed, with her legs apart and her 
sweet pussy exposed for me. I had to have her! I got on 
the bed, between her legs, and then I gently lay myself 
fully on top of her. God! She was so warm and delicate 
feeling under me. I could feel the soft mounds of her 
breasts and her heartbeat against my chest and I could 
sense the rhythm of her breathing beneath me.

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 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 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.


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 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 
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. 

Ellen and I 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 under 
shorts. 

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.


Chapter 4

A long weekend followed in which nothing much happened. 
I hung around the house and Mom and Dad were busy with 
shopping and such. Ellen had gone to stay the weekend 
with her girlfriend Chris. With her away (and with 
thoughts of what we had done in the back seat of the 
family car) I seemed to crave her. This puzzled me. I 
didn't want my mind so occupied with the sexual 
attributes of my kid sister. It made me feel uneasy and 
kind of dirty. 

I just couldn't figure it all out. I had again made up 
my mind to go back to what I considered a "normal" 
relationship with her and keep these "sick" thoughts 
(of my sister's body) away from my mind. But then I 
would be watching TV and see a cute girl and start 
thinking about the feel of Ellen's pussy in my hand, or 
the smell of it, or how sensational it felt when I had 
fucked her and my boner would be back and I would be 
longing for her again. 

My buddy Phil called on Sunday and wanted me to go to 
the movies with him and his sister, Janice. I went, 
reluctantly because I wanted to be home when my sister 
got back. The movie was a bore and Phil and Janice 
didn't add to my mood. Phil wanted me to "get to know" 
his sister. She was just like he was; loud and clowning 
around. She looked just like Phil too; skinny with red 
hair and freckles. She even wore jeans and the same 
leather jacket as he did but she had a sexy ass and 
cute little tit bumps in her t-shirt. 

Phil kept trying to make her talk to me but the way 
that she ignored me let me know that she wasn't 
interested. We stopped at a fast food place on the way 
back and, while we were eating, they were laughing, 
with each other, and making jokes. Phil kept telling me 
to lighten up. "Come on, Dan! You're a big ball of 
laughs tonight," Phil said sarcastically. "Have some 
fun!" 

"Yeah, sure." 

"Tell him another joke, Jan," Phil ordered. 

"Okay," she said. Then she thought a moment while she 
ate a French fry. "I know," she suddenly said, 
excitedly. "This guy gets married and calls his Dad 
after his honeymoon. The Dad asks him how it was and 
the guy says "Great! She was a virgin!" and the Dad 
says, "Get rid of her then!" And the guy says, "Why?" 
and the Dad says "Because if she wasn't good enough for 
her own brothers, why should you have her?" 

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

"That's funny?" I asked. 

"Sure," Phil said. 

"Yeah," Janice added. "You know what they say, 'Incest 
is best, put your brother to the test!'"

I looked at her, astonished. "You mean you and Phil..." 

Her face went red with anger at me. "HELL NO! What do 
you think we are?" 

"Yeah!" Phil jumped in, "what are you... sick?" They 
took me home. 

Everyone was asleep. I looked in my sister's room on my 
way to bed. She was sleeping soundly. I had the crazy 
idea of going to her bed and feeling her pussy while 
she was asleep. I shook that idiotic thought from my 
mind and went to my room to jack off (thinking about 
Ellen) and sleep.

The next day, at school, I was horny as a goat. All the 
girls just seemed to look terrific and I fantasized 
about fucking all of them or eating their pussies. I 
couldn't wait to get home to relieve my sexual desire 
with Ellen. When I got home, Ellen was already there. 
Her chubby friend Kathy was with her and they were 
working on some class project. 

I sat in the living room and watched them work at the 
dining room table. Ellen was wearing a short skirt that 
really enhanced her young figure. Her top buttoned and 
she had one too many unbuttoned so I could see flashes 
of her white bra when she bent over the table to point 
something out to Kathy. Looking at her was driving me 
mad. Why did she have to have KATHY here? Why couldn't 
we be alone? 

After a time, Ellen went into the kitchen to get a 
snack for her and her friend. I jumped up and followed 
her in. I walked up behind her, as she looked in the 
cupboard, and put my arms around her so that my hands 
were on her breasts and I pushed my hard-on against the 
crack of her ass. "What are you doing?" she said in a 
testy voice and she pulled my hands from her. 

"I want you," I said to her as she turned to face me. 
"Are you CRAZY?" she said, her eyes wide with a look of 
disgust. 

"What do you mean?" I asked, angry now that she implied 
that I was nuts. 

"Kathy's here," she said, "and besides... I don't want 
to do that kind of dirty thing anymore." 

I was totally baffled now. I looked it, too. Ellen 
walked away from me, to the refrigerator. She took out 
some sandwich meat and mustard. I watched her make two 
sandwiches but all the while I stared at her cleavage 
(between the part of her blouse). 

She noticed me and looked down at her chest. She made a 
grunt of disapproval and buttoned the top two buttons. 
"Is that ALL you ever think about?" she asked, with a 
tone of disdain. 

"I'm HORNY!" I pleaded at her. 

Ellen made a face and gestured for me to quiet down. 
"Go jack off then," she said in a bitchy voice, and 
then she took the food out to Kathy. 

Damn her! I thought, as I stood alone now in the 
kitchen. I was really getting pissed because she was 
coming on with such an attitude and making me feel like 
some kind of a sicko (which, I guess, I was!) I stormed 
up to my room and turned the stereo up loud, to try and 
drown my horniness and my shame with the music, but it 
didn't work. I really needed to get a nut off. That 
would relieve this damnable urge. 

I lay on the bed and whipped it out, jacking off with 
urgency. But the damned thing didn't want my hand, it 
wanted pussy. Real pussy! Pussy that I should be able 
to have because she was just downstairs! But all I had 
was my hand and it wasn't enough. I needed more to be 
able to "get off." I got up and went into the bathroom, 
looking for my sister's panties. I figured that if I 
could just smell her pussy again (while I jacked off), 
that would be enough. 

There were no panties there, though. Now I ran 
downstairs to the basement and the laundry hamper. I 
tore through the dirty clothes, tossing them on the 
floor, looking for what I needed. I found not one, but 
three pairs of panties, all with nice pussy deposits in 
the crotches. I was going to sniff each to select the 
spiciest pair but then I suddenly had a terrible 
thought: Were all of these Ellen's? Or was one of them 
Mom's? God, I didn't want to smell the old lady's 
underpants! I looked for the labels, inside the silky 
garments, to see what the sizes were.

They were all size 5. Did that mean Mom or Ellen? Shit! 
With no panties to smell I just left the house and took 
a long run to try and exercise away my craving. That 
night, I watched Ellen closely as she ate dinner across 
from me. Damn she looked good. That long, blond hair. 
Those full, pouty lips of hers. The twin swells of her 
breasts in her blouse. 

She didn't seem to be looking over at me at all. She 
was just talking about school and her friends with Mom 
and Dad. Was she serious, this afternoon, when she had 
said that she didn't want to have sex anymore? I 
couldn't believe that. Not after as far as we had gone 
with each other. I knew that I could talk her into 
screwing again if I could just get her alone. "Ellie," 
I asked, "would you like to go to a movie, with me, 
tonight?" I figured that I could stop and fuck her, in 
the back seat of my car, on the way home. She looked at 
me with a non-committal face. 

"Thanks Danny, but Kathy's coming back to help me 
finish my project." 

Shit! Did she smile a little after she refused? Did she 
know what I wanted? 

"That's sweet, Danny," Mom said, "taking your sister to 
a movie. You never asked her before." 

I looked quickly down at my plate. I didn't want Mom or 
Dad to EVER imagine what was going on. "Oh, I just 
didn't want to go alone..." Suddenly an idea hit me. I 
looked over at Mom. "Hey, how would you and Dad like to 
go to a show? My treat!" That would get them out of the 
house and leave me alone with Ellen. 

"Oh, that's nice of you to offer, son," Dad said, "but 
I'm bushed. I think I'll hit the hay early tonight." 
And everybody stayed home. 

Kathy came back over and she and my sister worked on 
school shit until eleven when Kathy had to go home. 
Being late, Kathy asked me to drive her, which I did. 
When I got back home, the lights were out and Ellen had 
gone to bed. What a bitch! I lay in my room, jittery 
from horniness and jostled and turned until I finally 
fell asleep.

When I awoke I felt something strange in the darkness. 
I looked at the clock: it was well after midnight. I 
rolled on my side and was surprised to see two wide 
eyes staring at me and the smell of sweet breath in my 
face. It was Ellen! I put my hands on her, under the 
blankets. She was completely naked. "What are you doing 
in here?" 

"I want some sex," she whispered, "don't you?" 

"What if we're caught?" 

"Mom and Dad are sleeping. I checked before I came in 
here." 

God, she pissed me off! Why didn't she do it with me, 
when I wanted it, earlier? "What makes you think I want 
it now?" I asked. 

She reached into my shorts and squeezed my dick. It 
jumped to rock-hard life. "Are you kidding?" she 
whispered. 

Damn her! She really had a power over me that I could 
not control. She pulled the blankets off of us and I 
could see her beautiful, budding body in the moonlight 
from the bedroom window. Her tits were so firm and 
stood out from her chest and her large nipples were 
softly erect. As she leaned over and coaxed my shorts 
off, her soft, blond hair tickled my chest. 

"Really Sis," I whispered, "I'm tired and you had your 
chance this afternoon." 

She moved her warm, naked body to me and pushed her 
soft lips to mine, holding my stiff, exposed dick in 
her diminutive hand and squeezing it. It was more than 
ready. "Stop talking," she whispered, "I want to fuck!" 

She got to her knees and then she straddled my prone 
body so that her pussy was over my loins. I looked down 
and I could see the open cleft at her fuzzy crotch. She 
reached under her, to my dick, and steered it as she 
lowered herself down. The sensitive head (of my cock) 
felt the hot, wet contact of her pussy and started 
bucking already. It was thrilling as she slowly settled 
on it, taking it in to her carefully because of her 
extreme tightness. 

When she was fully on me, and our pubic bones were 
meshed, I could feel the roof of her insides pressing 
on my dick-head. It was wonderful! I ran my hands up 
and down the sides of her soft, curvy body as she sat 
still on me, her face showing a curious grimace.

"Are you alright?" I asked. 

"God, you're so BIG," she quietly squealed, as she sat 
there, with her eyes closed, waiting to get used to me. 
I reached up and grasped her warm breasts, squeezing 
lightly. I couldn't keep myself from pushing my shaft 
up, into her, from the bed. 

Man, my little sister felt so good! Just being inside 
her again was ecstasy! Then she put her hands on my 
shoulders, as she leaned over me, and Ellen started to 
slowly screw herself on my cock. It was heaven! I 
strained up with my head and took one of her nipples 
into my mouth. It was thumb-tip sized and soft and 
tasted slightly salty. I began to suck on it as she 
fucked me, still squeezing her other firm, breast in my 
hand. 

"Oh yes!" she whispered, "that feels so good! Suck on 
it, Danny!" 

After only a few moments, I was ready to spurt! I 
pulled my mouth from her tit and pulled her upper body 
down, motionless, on top of me. "Stop or I'll cum in 
you," I urgently whispered. 

"Okay," she panted in my ear, "let's just lay and feel 
each other until your cum feeling goes away." 

God! It was harder to be motionless, inside of her, 
than it sounded. I hugged her soft, slim body tightly 
to me for a time, feeling her chest heaving with her 
excited breathing and her fragrant hair on my face and 
her hot pussy clasping at my sensitive, rigid cock. 

After a time, my feeling of orgasm subsided a little 
and I started to thrust my cock up into her again to 
show her that I was ready. Ellen got up on her arms and 
she began to fuck me some more, churning her pubic bone 
on mine as my cock pressed deeply into her hot, 
restrictive belly. The smell of her sex filled my 
nostrils as I looked down and watched her curvy hips 
working in a fuck motion. 

I could hear the squishy sound of her pussy now, as she 
worked it on me. I could also see, at her flat lower 
stomach, her little, ash-blonde pubic patch meshing, in 
sexual intercourse, with my, brillo-like, black hair. 
God! The sight made me want to boil over with cum again 
and I quickly pulled her back down and held her body 
motionless, against me, once more. 

"Oh, I was so close!" she breathlessly cried in my ear. 

"God you feel so good, Ellie! I can hardly stand it! 
You're going to make me cum in you if you don't stop!" 

My sister cried little noises of frustration on top of 
me and began to kiss my ear and my neck and my chin and 
my cheeks as I lay under her and tried to calm myself 
down. "Make me cum," she breathlessly whispered between 
her kisses. "I want to cum, Danny. I need to cum. I 
want to feel what it's like to cum with you inside me." 
Ellen tried to work her pussy on my sensation receptive 
cock but I quickly grabbed her round, baby-soft ass and 
held it firmly to keep her from pushing me over the 
edge. 

We lay for a time more, holding our naked bodies 
tightly together and panting into each others' ears. We 
were becoming slick with sexual heat and perspiration 
as we clung to one another in the darkened room. 
"Okay," I finally whispered, as I realized that I had 
calmed down a little bit. "But go slow, Ellie." 

Ellen grabbed my shoulders tightly and pushed her upper 
body back up over me. I could see her eyes close and 
her face take on a determined, dreamy expression as she 
started to resume her fucking motion on me. I again 
took her sweaty breast into my mouth and sucked its 
large, hard nipple as I grasped the curves of her hips 
and felt the urgency of her quickening fuck movements. 

I tried, with all of my might, not to even think about 
cumming as she strongly gyrated her sexy little body on 
me. Ellen bent her head down to my ear and whispered, 
"I'm almost there, Danny. I want you to kiss me, real 
hard, while I cum." 

I moved my mouth to find hers and, as our tongues 
entwined, I felt her body suddenly go rigid. She 
started to moan into my face, through her nose, and her 
lips clamped tighter on mine and she began to suck my 
mouth violently. I could feel her pussy spasm and it 
started to squeeze my dick with a velvety wet clamp as 
she ground her little pussy, fast and hard, on my dick 
bone.

It took all the strength I had to keep myself from 
erupting in her. I strained against my approaching 
orgasm and I pushed my cock up into her and waited 
until she had fully climaxed and, at the first hint of 
her relaxing, I pulled her back down on top of me and 
held her tightly.

She pulled her mouth away from mine and said, "Oh, 
God!" And then she pulled her lower body up so that my 
swollen dick pulled out of her with a loud, wet, 
suction sound. "Oh God, Danny," she repeated, 
breathlessly. "It's so sensitive now. I can't have it 
inside me anymore." 

"What?"

She lay herself back down on me so that her fuzzy pubic 
mound rested on my throbbing cock. "I'm tingling all 
over, Danny. I think I'm still cumming! Ohhhh! It was 
wonderful," she cooed in my ear, "but my pussy just 
tickles too much now to have you in me anymore." 

"B-but what about me? How do I get off?" 

She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I'll 
work it out of you with my hand again." 

Well, I reasoned, I really didn't want to take the 
chance of cumming in her... I was so horny now that 
anything would feel good. But, in my hormonal rage, an 
idea came to me. "Ellie," I asked, "do you think you 
could put it in your mouth?" 

"What?!" 

"You know..." 

"You mean, blow you?" She sounded irate and she lifted 
her head from my shoulder and looked directly at me. 
"I'm not going to blow you, Danny!" 

"God, Ellie! I licked your pussy!" 

"Yeah, but you like it!" 

"No I don't," I lied, "I did it for YOU. So you would 
get pleasure. Couldn't you do the same for me?" 

She was quiet for a while and she bent her head so that 
her forehead was touching my collar bone. I wondered 
what was going through her mind. "Well, okay," she said 
reluctantly, "but don't you dare cum in my mouth!" 

"Oh, never!" I said. 

Ellen sat up and leaned over and suddenly the room was 
full of light. She had turned on the lamp. 

"What?" 

"I want to see it," she said, as she moved to sit, 
cross legged, next to my thighs, "I want to see it when 
you cum." 

"Yeah, sure." I looked down at her pretzeled little 
body as she leaned over my dick and held it in her 
hand. She gazed at it, pasty with her drying moisture, 
for long moments. 

"It smells like pussy," she observed, crinkling her 
nose. "Shouldn't you go clean it?" 

"No," I assured her, "it's YOUR pussy!" 

She shrugged and dropped her tongue to the tip of it. 
The warm, wet contact made me shiver. "This is so 
nasty," she whispered, looking at me over the top of my 
dick and grinning in pained embarrassment, "I can't 
believe I'm doing this." But then she put the head 
between her lips and softly sucked on it. Son of a 
bitch it was spectacular! 

My cock just thrilled, my mind was numb. 

She pulled her face back a little and now seemed to be 
minutely examining my shaft and my balls for a few 
moments. A drop of excited pre-cum appeared out of the 
opening of my dick as she held it firmly in her hand. 
She turned her head to me, pulling her hair over so 
that I could see her pretty face. Then my little sister 
started to jerk me off, leaning down to just lick or 
kiss the head every so often. 

"Put it in your mouth," I softly instructed. 

Ellen made a sour face but she bent over and put the 
head between her lips again, sucking now as she jacked 
me. She scraped me with her teeth a couple of times (at 
first) but, as she got used to what she was doing, I 
could sense that she was becoming interested in how to 
please me and that she was actually getting into it 
herself. 

Her eyes closed (the way they did when she was kissing) 
and her sucking and jacking soon began to feel 
deliciously sensual and wondrous. After a time, she 
started to slowly lick my cock, from the base to the 
tip, with long, wet tongue strokes, as she gripped my 
shaft and squeezed it. The sensations made me whimper 
and lift my ass from the bed. 

"Does this feel good?" she asked, smiling coyly as she 
looked up my body at me.

"Hell, yes!" I quietly moaned.

Now she swirled her tongue around the throbbing head, 
causing me to gasp and clutch at my bed sheets. Then it 
seemed like she was trying to see just how much of me 
she could take into her pretty mouth. She began 
squeezing my balls gently, with one hand, as she pumped 
the base of my shaft with the other and lowered her 
face to my loins so that my cock head pushed deep into 
her hot, sucking mouth. 

I could feel her breath on my pubic hair and hear the 
baby-like sounds she made as she nursed on me and her 
tender tongue worked at tickling my most sensitive 
area. It charged me with an almost unbearable, 
compelling ecstasy. 

I could feel my balls tighten, as she cradled them in 
her hand, and they began to gush with my load. I 
reached quickly down and pulled her hair back so that I 
could see my cock disappearing into that sweet mouth... 
"I'm cumming!" I urgently whispered and she pulled her 
face back as if my dick had been a snake. She kept 
jacking me though and you should have seen her eyes 
light up, like a kid on Christmas morning, when I 
started to spurt huge, milky jets into the air. 

"Wow!" she exclaimed, as she looked down at my dick and 
the pearly cum that was shooting out and then oozing 
from the tip and dripping down the shaft and over her 
jacking hand. She was smiling brightly at what she had 
done. 

Then, to my awe, Ellen suddenly leaned over and took 
the, sperm coated, head of my dick into her mouth and 
sucked on it, thrilling me beyond belief as I felt her 
draw out the last of my orgasm and my thick jizz along 
with it. 

When I was fully spent, she pulled her mouth from me 
and sat up, licking my cum from her pretty lips with a 
thoughtful expression on her face, as if she were 
testing a recipe that she had concocted. Then she 
looked at me, pulling her long blond hair around to the 
back of her head again, and said, matter-of-factly, 
"Your cum isn't so icky, I guess. It's kind of bitter 
though," she casually stated, "but it's sweet... with a 
sort of a pepper taste to it." 

That's when we heard our parent's door open and Ellen 
quickly reached over and turned out the light. We sat 
together in the darkness and listened to the sounds of 
Dad taking a squirt. Then the toilet flushed and we 
heard him go back to bed. 

Ellen got up and pulled her night-shirt on over her 
head. "Thanks Ellie," I said, "that was great!" She 
leaned over the bed and kissed me with a passionate, 
open mouth. I could taste my sperm on her tongue as she 
did it. When she pulled her lips away, she looked into 
my eyes and sweetly whispered, "I love you, Danny." 
Then she stood up and quietly left the room.


Chapter 5

The next morning, I drove Ellen to school with me. She 
was very quiet on the way. "What's with you?" I asked 
as I parked the Firebird. "I don't know," she answered. 
"I feel kind of funny this morning." 

"What do you mean 'funny'?" 

"I don't know, Danny. I just don't feel right about 
last night. I mean, it felt really good and all... I 
just feel really guilty and dirty about it now. I 
always do afterwards. And I sucked your cock," she 
added in a pained whisper. 

"Oh Ellen, a lot of girls do that..." 

"Not nice ones, Danny." 

"Ellen, you're a nice girl. You're the nicest girl I 
can think of." 

"You don't think I'm like a whore or something?" Her 
little voice trembled on the edge of tears. "Danny, I'm 
only fifteen!" 

I leaned over and hugged her (looking around to make 
sure that nobody saw me). "No, Ellie," I told her, 
"you're just as sweet as can be. Don't think about it 
that way. It felt great to me. I really loved it!" 

Ellen hugged me back and opened the car door. "Just 
don't ask me to do it again," she said, wiping her wet 
cheeks with her fingertips.

"Alright," I answered. "...If it makes you feel so 
bad." 

She started to get out but I reached over and grabbed 
her arm. "What about the other things, Ellie? Can we do 
the other things again?" 

"I-I don't want to talk about it right now." 

"Ellie?" I demanded. 

"Maybe... When I'm in the mood. Maybe." 

I let her go and watched her walk toward her friends, 
her cute little ass swaying sexily in her tight blue 
jeans. We didn't do anything for the next month. We 
were alone many times, but we occupied ourselves with 
other things. It was like we had gone back to just 
being brother and sister again. I started to feel 
better about myself. 

I still wasn't scoring with any chicks but Christmas 
came and went and now I was on the track team and we 
were practicing three times a week. I think it took a 
lot of the sexual energy away from me. 

One Saturday night in January we were all home and 
watching TV. A big movie was coming on and Mom and Dad 
were sitting in their favorite chairs while I lay on 
the couch in nothing but my track shorts. Ellen came 
down from the bathroom. She had just taken a shower and 
she was wearing her pink night-shirt. "What's on?" she 
asked. 

"It's a James Bond thing, hon," Mom said. "It's just 
starting. Why don't you sit down and watch it with us? 
It'll be a family get together." 

"I'm kind of tired," Ellen said in a sleepy voice, "and 
I feel sorta chilled." 

"Maybe you're coming down with something," Mom said. 
"You just got out of the shower, Ellie. Put the blanket 
by the couch, around you." 

Ellen got the blue blanket and sat down on the couch by 
my knees. She watched the movie for a time and then she 
lay down, in front of me, pulled the blanket over us 
and propped her head up on her elbow. It was like the 
first time when I felt her pussy here on the couch. 
Only now Mom and Dad were right here with us. 

I could feel Ellen's soft ass up against my dick again 
and (even though I fought it) I could sense it go 
instantly hard. Damn! I thought. Why did this have to 
happen now? What if she jumped up and Mom or Dad saw 
it? The movie went on and Ellen didn't move and my dick 
stayed hard and I started to sweat. But even though I 
was in this uncomfortable state, I started to think 
about the curvy feminine body up against me, and the 
immense pleasures that it could give me. 

I began to slowly make fucking motions at my sister's 
bum. It was like the last time again. Ellen didn't move 
or change her expression or look away from the TV. I 
reached down, under the cover of the blanket, and 
pulled the back of her night shirt up. She wasn't 
wearing any panties. I pushed my hand between her warm, 
soft thighs and began to manipulate her pussy. It was 
unusually dry, in her girl slit, when my finger's first 
got there, but as I probed around, inside her, she 
became very slick and wet. She and I still looked 
ahead, at the TV, as if nothing was going on. 

Mom and Dad were only a few feet away (in either 
direction) and they watched the TV and commented to 
each other about it, from time to time, unaware that 
their son's finger was now deep inside their daughter's 
pussy. I was so excited that I thought I was going to 
explode. 

Ellen was as wet as could be now. I pulled my hand from 
her pussy and looked at her face. She was just watching 
the TV (as was I). I reached to my shorts and pulled 
them aside, past my pipe-like dick. I had to scoot down 
a bit, to get into the proper position, but I held my 
cock and pushed it between her thighs so that the tip 
was pressing at her wet opening. 

It was incredible! 

I could feel Ellen move so that we could get a better 
angle for penetration and then I felt her legs part 
slightly and her hand grasped my dick (from between her 
thighs) and maneuvered it into her hot moist hole. I 
slowly pushed my cock into my sister (and felt her 
pushing back) until my dick-head was touching the roof 
of her insides and my pubic bone was up against the 
soft pillows of her smooth ass cheeks.

But what was I to do now? I couldn't just fuck her with 
our parents in the room. They'd see (and maybe hear) 
the movements. But I couldn't remain motionless inside 
of her either! It felt far too good! The compulsion to 
thrust my dick was just too overwhelming! I had to fuck 
her! But I knew that I had to fuck into her very slowly 
and very carefully. It was maddening! But oh did it 
feel so wonderful! 

As I carefully fucked her, I ran my hand up and down 
her soft, girlish frame, from her shoulder, down her 
thin waist and up the curve of her hip and down her 
bare thigh. I ran my hand up under her night-shirt and 
up her smooth little body to pet and stroke her warm, 
fleshy breasts and supple nipples. I knew that we would 
not be able to "get off" this way but it was just so 
delicious being sexually joined to her with such danger 
in the room. 

I became aware that Ellen's hand was between her legs 
and that she was rubbing her pussy with my dick inside 
of her. I could feel the motion of her slick pussy 
flesh on the base of my cock as her fingers worked at 
her clit. I could also feel her insides tighten 
whenever her clit would telegraph a jolt of pleasure 
through her body. This, in turn, would send a thrilling 
jolt through my sensitive, buried dick! 

Wow! Man, was this exciting! I could hardly stand it! 
What an incredible situation! Fucking my sister, right 
here, under Mom and Dad's nose! 

I moved my hand to the soft curve of her hip and 
(ignoring the danger) began to fuck her faster (pushing 
in deeper and pulling her onto my cock). Ellen 
responded by manipulating her clit, with her fingers, a 
little faster. I held her girlish curves more tightly 
now and started to really ram myself into her (but with 
very little noticeable movement and absolutely no 
sound!). 

I worked my other hand under her body so that I could 
clutch her firm little breast as I fucked her. It's 
nipple stood out like a hard thimble and I squeezed it 
and pulled her hip back on me and thrust my cock deeply 
into her again and again and again. 

We fucked and fucked, like this, for quite an exciting 
while. It was so nasty and dangerous and thrilling to 
churn my sex into hers with our parents right in the 
same room, sitting right beside us. I could feel my 
cock swelling harder as my excitement was reaching an 
unbearable level. 

I stopped my surreptitious thrusting and just held the 
curve of her hip tightly, squeezing her tit hard and 
pushing myself into her as far as I could go. Then I 
could feel it: Ellen's body went stiff and she was 
cumming. Her fingers were pushing hard on her clit (and 
the base of my inserted dick) and her insides were 
gripping my rigid cock tightly again and again as she 
had her orgasm. 

In the grip of her climax, Ellen was pushing herself 
back hard on my deeply buried shaft and forcing it into 
her even further. It was too much for me. I couldn't 
help myself. I started to cum. And I mean CUM! I could 
feel my cock jerking hard as I began to forcefully 
ejaculate, jet after jet of thick, hot sperm, deep into 
my own little sister's womb.

My orgasm was so intense that I thought my heart would 
stop! I grabbed her, at the curves of both hips now, so 
that I could pull her harder onto my cock and get my 
nut off even more, into her, real good. I could feel 
her soft ass cheeks spreading, on my lower stomach, as 
I tried to thrust my erupting shaft up, into her tender 
little pussy, even further and (at the same time) I 
felt her insides squeezing repeatedly on my spewing 
cock and exquisitely milking my load out of me and 
drawing it into her. 

Pull it out? I couldn't pull it out! Even if I wanted 
to! My parents would detect the sound or movement! I 
had to clamp my lips together, to keep from screaming, 
as it was! 

Ellen had stopped breathing during her cum and now I 
could faintly hear her trying to catch her breath as 
her orgasm released her. I was still cumming though. I 
could feel her start to pull forward, to get my cock 
out of her, but I had a strong hold of both her curvy 
hips and I held her baby-soft, shapely, little body in 
place so that I could pump the rest of my cum into her. 

Thinking back, I know it was the best orgasm I ever had 
in my life! I nearly passed out from the thrill of it! 
But, through it all, we remained perfectly silent (both 
staring ahead at the TV) as if nothing were happening.

When I was completely spent, I let go of her and she 
scootched forward and sat up, pulling the cover of the 
blanket abruptly off of us. What the hell was she 
doing? I quickly reached down and pulled my shorts over 
my slimy, wet dick. 

Mom looked over. "Ellen," she said. "You should go to 
bed right now, honey. You DO look flushed! Are you 
okay?" 

"Sure, Mom," Ellen said breathlessly, wiping the 
moisture from her face. She got up, leaving the blue 
blanket behind and stood in front of the couch. "I AM 
tired though." 

"You go on to bed," Mom went on. "You might be coming 
down with something. You really look funny." 

Suddenly (and with immense horror) I noticed the large, 
pearl-colored glop of thick, clingy sperm that was 
trailing slowly down the inside of my sister's leg. It 
was plainly visible, as it slimed past the side of her 
knee, from just under her night-shirt. I quickly jumped 
up and wrapped the blanket around her to hide it. 
"Here, Sis!" I almost yelled, "You don't want to get 
chilled again!" 

Ellen, now wrapped in the blanket and with a curious, 
befuddled expression on her face, walked slowly 
upstairs. Mom and Dad turned back to the TV. I sat down 
heavily, my heart pounding. They had seen nothing! 

The next day was Sunday and we went to Mass. Ellen 
acted funny as she sat next to me, looking so sweet and 
pretty, in her pink Sunday dress. I kept moving toward 
her (so that our bodies touched) but she kept moving 
away. I put my hand on hers (on the pew between us) and 
I suddenly felt her pinch me hard with her sharp 
fingernails. I looked at my hand: the little bitch drew 
blood! 

After church Mom and Dad dropped us off and they went 
shopping. I followed Ellen into the house and stopped 
her as she was quickly heading up the stairs to her 
room (as if to get away from me). "What's the deal, 
Sis?" 

She spun around to look at me. Her face was burning 
with anger and she pushed it close to mine and yelled, 
"You CAME in me last night!" 

"Well, yeah," I said. "I couldn't help it." 

"Couldn't HELP it?!!" Her jaw dropped open, in 
disbelief, for a moment. "God, Danny! I went up to my 
room and your stuff was just dripping out of me in huge 
gobs! I didn't know what to do with it all! I went into 
the bathroom and wiped and wiped but it just kept 
coming out. In fact, it dripped out of me all night!" 

Her blue eyes started to tear up and her chin dimpled 
and trembled as she continued. "I had to sit there," 
she cried loudly now, "...in church... and listen to 
the priest talking about mortal sin... while I thought 
about you and me... and what we've been doing... and 
all of your little... THINGS swimming around in me!" 

"Well," I said calmly to her hysterical face. "Don't 
worry about it." I tried to think of something that 
would calm her down. "I don't think my sperm will work 
on you, me being your brother." 

"It won't?" 

"No! I don't think so. How many people have you ever 
heard of who had Aunts and Uncles for parents?" I could 
see her calming down as she stopped sobbing and thought 
about it. "There isn't any," I assured her. "My sperms 
and your eggs are way too much alike. They won't mix. 
Forget about it!" 

It worked. She believed me because I believed it now 
myself. The following Monday was her sixteenth birthday 
and she had a big party with lots of her friends from 
school there. Eddie (Alfred E. Newman) was there and he 
was all dressed up for the occasion. So was Ellen. She 
wore a great looking, lacy, white dress. I bought her a 
necklace with a diamond in it. I don't know why. It 
cost me almost all the money I had saved but you should 
have seen her face when I clasped it at her neck. It 
was the best present she got and she was crazy about 
it. 

Somebody put music on and Ellen danced with every boy 
there, except for me. (She would never dance with her 
brother in front of her friends.) I remember watching 
her and feeling an odd sort of jealousy. God, that was 
queer! Being jealous of your own sister! I was helping 
Mom make more sandwiches (Dad went out for the night to 
be away from the commotion) and Mom leaned to me and 
said, "Your sister is so pretty and lovely tonight, 
Danny."

"Yeah, I guess so," I said as I handed her another loaf 
of bread. "This is such a special day for a girl," Mom 
went on, "you probably don't understand such things, 
Danny, but today our Ellie is sweet sixteen." Mom 
sighed loudly now and wiped a tear from her eye with 
the back of her hand. "She's our family's little 
angel," she said in a voice breaking from emotion, "and 
today she's sweet sixteen... and has never been 
kissed." 

I suddenly felt sick. I went back into the family room 
where the party was. Ellen and Eddie were gone. I asked 
about her and her friends said that she and Eddie had 
gone outside. They all laughed about Eddie having 
something to give her. I went outside to look for them. 
They were at the picnic table in the back yard. Ellen 
was wearing Eddie's suit jacket and they were 
whispering and laughing with each other. I hid in the 
bushes, shivering. 

Then I saw him kiss her and she kissed him back (the 
way she had kissed me). I turned away. I couldn't stand 
to see that. 

Ellen seemed really happy for the next week. She could 
go out with Eddie now and he seemed to call for her 
(and take her out) almost every night. I asked her what 
she and Eddie were doing (when I found her alone in her 
room one day, painting her toenails). 

"Nothing," she said casually. "He just takes me to the 
show and stuff." Ellen was wearing a pretty, white, 
baby-doll nightie and she looked so warm and sexy as 
she sat on her bed with her exposed legs drawn up and 
her knees out to her sides, bending over and carefully 
applying the polish. I couldn't help staring at her 
smooth thighs and the crotch of her frilly underpants. 
I could also see one of her breasts, down the neck 
opening of her nightie. She wasn't wearing a bra. 

"Does he try anything with you?" I asked, as I felt 
myself harden in my shorts. I wanted her again. Right 
now. 

"That's none of your business!" she said, not bothering 
to even look up at me. 

"Ellie...?" I whimpered to her. 

She looked up now and I saw her pretty face contort 
into a sour expression as she noticed that I was 
rubbing the evident outline of my hard cock through the 
front of my pants. 

"God!" she whined in revulsion, "Get out of my room, 
Danny!" 

Man, I was really fucked up. 

For the next week, I worked hard at keeping myself 
occupied with track and stuff. I met a girl named 
Shelly. She was really sweet and cute as could be. She 
had black hair and pale skin and freckles. She was in 
my new second semester Biology class. I asked her out 
and she said yes so I took her to an Elton John 
concert. She had a really good time (and so did I) and 
she gave me a really great kiss when I took her home. I 
didn't try anything with her but the way that she held 
her body against me, when we kissed, telegraphed a 
message that I could get somewhere with her in the 
future if I tried. 

When I got home, everyone was asleep except for Ellen. 
She was sitting on the couch in the quiet living room. 
"Have fun?" she asked, though it was plain that she 
didn't want to know. She seemed oddly mad at me. 

"Yeah!" 

"Did she give you any?" Ellen's eyes blazed at me. 

"She kisses real good," I said, as I hung up my coat. 

Ellen walked over to me and pointed a finger in my 
face. "You fucker!" she almost screamed it. 

"What's the deal?" I asked her. 

"That dirty little tramp!" 

"Tramp? You don't even know Shelly." 

"I don't WANT to know her!" 

Then it hit me. Ellen was jealous! Just as I had been! 
Something made me grab her and hold her to me but she 
pulled away and turned her back to me. "It's no big 
deal," I found myself saying. "I only kissed her once." 
I found it all very comical. But then I noticed that 
Ellen was actually crying. God, this was a sick 
situation but I felt strangely sorry for her. I turned 
her around. Big tears were rolling down her cheeks. I 
took her in my arms again and hugged her tightly. She 
hugged me back this time though. I took her to the 
couch and pulled the wet, blond hairs from her cheeks.

"Ellie, what's the matter?" 

"I don't know," she said, as she folded her hands on 
her lap and looked away from me. "It's crazy, I know it 
is, but I can't stand the thought of another girl 
touching you." 

I knew the feeling. 

"Listen," I said, "we're both a little screwed up right 
now. But we need to see other people. It's the right 
thing for both of us. I felt the same way about you and 
Eddie. But now I'm getting more used to it. It's good 
that you and Eddie go out and I should go out with 
Shelly." 

Ellen put her face in her hands and cried some more, 
only harder now. 

"Ellie, come on! It's not that bad!" 

She looked at me now with a red, teary face. "It IS!" 
she choked. 

"Why?" 

"Danny, I missed my period. It was supposed to happen 
yesterday, but it didn't. And nothing today either. 
I've been waiting up to tell you." 

Fear gripped me as I heard her cry the words. I was 
dumbfounded. I just sat there for a while and listened 
to her cry while my heart pounded loudly in my chest. 

"Well," I finally asked her, "have you and Eddie 
been... you know?" 

Ellen's eyes got wide and flashed anger and she 
suddenly started pounding me with her little fists. 
"You bastard!" she shrieked and I had to grab her 
flailing hands and hold them as I signaled for her to 
be quiet so that she wouldn't wake up Mom and Dad. 
"What do you think I am, a whore?" she cried wetly. 
"There's been no one but you, Danny!" 

I grabbed her and hugged her to me tightly again as she 
cried and cried into my shoulder. As odd as this may 
sound to you, I knew that Ellen was really a very 
decent girl (even though she had let ME fuck her). I 
wished I hadn't asked her that stupid question now but 
it was MY jealousy talking. 

Ellen and I were terrified for the next few days about 
her being pregnant. I couldn't eat or sleep. My stomach 
was a knotted mess and I could see that Ellen was the 
same way. Guilt and shame were eating up the both of 
us. How would we ever get out of this situation? How 
could we tell our parents about this unthinkable thing 
that we had done? What about the little baby that we 
would be having? 

There wasn't a moment of the day that I wasn't tied in 
a knot, worrying myself sick about the consequences of 
fucking my sister. On Monday morning, I woke up and 
went into the bathroom. I could hear Mom and Dad 
talking normally downstairs. I wondered how they would 
be talking when we told them that their lovely, teenage 
daughter was pregnant by their fucking idiot son? 
Ellen, wearing her yellow robe and fuzzy slippers, came 
into the bathroom while I was pissing. "What?" I asked, 
irritated by her intrusion and my lack of sleep. She 
didn't say anything. 

She just reached under the sink and pulled out one of 
those tampons and then she stood and grinned widely at 
me as she waved it happily in front of my eyes. "I got 
my period," she sang and then she turned and almost 
danced out of the bathroom. 

Man, was that a relief! 

Thinking back, I don't remember us ever doing anything 
sexual with each other again. I wanted to a few times. 
Oh, I may have just felt her up, once or twice, for 
fun. Ellen got much shapelier during the next year and 
the sight of her body (in a bikini or her bra and 
panties) would drive anyone wild. But we just stopped 
and went back to a totally normal relationship. 

I love Ellen a lot and I know that she loves me. She's 
married, to a plumbing fixture salesman now and has 
three kids. She still looks very sexy and Ted's a 
fucking lucky guy. I'm married (to Shelly) and we have 
two little girls (one named Ellen). Ellen and I never 
talk about what we did as kids and I often wonder if 
she remembers it, or ever thinks about it, the way I 
do. Would I still fuck her if I had the chance? I don't 
know.

I'll tell you one thing though. I have never forgotten 
that thing she told me once; "You got my cherry, Danny. 
And no matter who fucks me in the future, I'll always 
belong to you!" Funny. I always think about that when I 
look at her husband, Ted.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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