Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: Detroit
|Introduction: A brother and sister play with incest.|
Not that it matters to you but I am not a dirty story writer and this is not a dirty story. At least, I don't mean it to be. This story is one hundred percent true. It all happened just they way I'm describing it. You can judge for yourself if I'm a rotten person or perverted or what.
It all started when I was sixteen and a Junior in High School.
I was an alright guy. I didn't get great grades at school but
I was passing. I didn't have girls falling all over me but I had
a girlfriend. Her name was Linda and she was okay looking. I used to take her out to movies and a concert or something.
It was just the sex thing that was driving me crazy.
You see, I had never gotten any. Any pussy. Not from Linda.
Not from anyone before her either. And I was revved up for it. I really wanted it bad. My hormones were running away with me at that age.
It was always the same though. I'd take Linda to a movie and then for a hamburger. We'd park in front of her house (I had a great car. A Firebird. Linda really liked that car.) She'd let me kiss her for a while. (She was an alright kisser. She didn't like too much tongue though.) Then I'd start to nuzzle and kiss
her neck. (She had a great perfume smell in her long, brown hair.)
And then I'd start to run my hands over her tits.
That's when she would always start with the "I gotta' go in now." stuff.
She'd push me away and I'd keep trying to gain some ground (maybe get my hand actually into her shirt) but she'd keep pushing me away and then finally (angry as hell) I'd let her go in.
God it was frustrating. And it was also a bad scene. We'd
always end our dates on this hostel note.
I'd go home and jack off to try and ease this damnable frustration and then fall asleep mad.
I would forget about it (the anger) next day at school though and I'd see Linda and talk to her and say I was sorry and things would be back to normal before our next date.
On this particular day, I ran into Linda in the hallway after class. She looked really great in her tight jeans and sweater.
"Hey Linda," I called to her. "What's up?"
She smiled at me, as I stood by her, but it was a strange, nervous smile. There seemed to be an odd signal in her brown eyes.
"Hey, Danny," she said, "what's new?"
"The football game's tonight," I said to her. "We're going, right?"
Linda looked away, fidgeting with her books. "I'm not going tonight," she said in a quiet voice. "I've got a lot of homework
"Not going? But we always go on Friday night!"
"Sorry Danny," she said. "Maybe next week, huh?"
A girlfriend called her from down the hall and Linda walked away quickly with a curt wave to me.
This was odd, I thought, but what the hell. My buddy Dave was on the team and (even if Linda wasn't going) I'd go without her.
When I got home, my kid sister Ellen was cooking some canned spaghetti in the kitchen. She was always cooking after-school snacks. (Something that Mom would do if she were home, but both our parents worked and me and Ellen were always on our own until after six.) She liked cooking, I guess. She made brownies and fudge and things like that, for us, sometimes.
"Want some?" she asked, as she licked a splatter of sauce off of her wrist.
"I guess so," I said as I sat down at the table.
Ellen was fifteen at that time. A year younger than me. She
was an okay sister (I guess) and we got along pretty well. Oh, we had our fights, now and again, but nothing major. Sisters just invade your space sometimes, you know what I mean?
As I watched her, standing at the stove and stirring the spaghetti, I began thinking about what my buddies had been telling me lately - how foxy Ellen was becoming. I shot them down when I heard it though. Nobody had better touch my little sister! I didn't want guys looking at her, and thinking about her, in that way. I certainly never did.
My sister was just always a person who was there, in my house, like Mom and Dad. You never really notice people in your own family because they are somehow so familiar that you talk to them and deal with them without really paying much attention them.
Looking at her now, I realized that, although I had become much taller than her in recent years, Ellen was now only a half-a-head shorter than me. She certainly looked enough like me so that nobody would mistake the fact that she was my sister. We both had the same shaped face and the same mouth and nose. Her eyes were blue though (like Dad's) while mine were (my mother's) brown and my dark hair contrasted with her long, full, blond tresses. I guess the major difference between us, when we were little kids, had always been that I was a boy and she was a girl. Or, at least, she HAD been a girl.
I hadn't really paid any attention, until just this moment, to how much she had changed over the last year. Her back was to me now and I could see how nice her round behind looked, in her yellow shorts, and how full and shapely her legs had become. She struck such a sexy pose, as she stood there, without really meaning to. Gosh, it seemed like she'd just had skinny "stick legs" the last time I had even bothered to look at her.
Ellen brought two plates of spaghetti to the table and we sat and ate in silence for a while.
"Going to the game?" she asked as she got up for some milk.
Ellen was a sophomore that year. She wasn't into playing sports but she liked to go to the games and watch and gab with her friends and cheer for our team.
"Yeah," I said. "What about you?"
"No. I'm going to wait for Eddie to call."
Eddie was (kind of) her boyfriend. I didn't like him. He was a geek. A stupid looking kid with red hair and big ears and freckles. He reminded me of Alfred E. Neuman and I used to tell Ellen that to tease her. I guess he was a safe guy though. He didn't look like the type that would try anything with her. Mom and Dad wouldn't let her go out with him (or any other boy) anyway. They told her that she had to wait until she was sixteen. He was a "puppy love" kind of thing with her. Just a boy she talked with on the phone and used to carry her books around at school.
"How is Alfred?" I asked smiling as she leaned over to put a glass of milk in front of me. I couldn't help myself. I could see down the neck opening of her t-shirt. Her breasts (in her white bra) revealed their cleavage to me. Ellen WAS developing very nicely. "Oh, shut up!" She said as she stood back upright.
I could feel my face redden for a moment. Had she seen me looking down her shirt? God, that would be awful!
She walked out of the kitchen and I could hear her going up to her room.
Aw, to hell with it, I told myself, there's no harm in looking and I tossed all thoughts of her away.
I had gone up to listen to some jams on the stereo and I must have fallen asleep because, when I woke up, it was after seven! I
jumped up and ran downstairs. I was late for the game!
Mom and Dad and Ellen were eating in the kitchen when I walked briskly in.
"Sit down and eat, Danny," Mom said as I headed for the side door.
"Can't Mom, I'm late."
"Hey, you gotta’ have something!"
"I'll get a bite at the game," I said as I left the house.
When I got to school half-time was over and the game was in the fourth quarter. I went to the snack stand and got a hamburger. Bud and Phil were at the stand too and we talked a while about Phil's new car. By the time I had eaten, the game was over and everyone was leaving the field.
That's when I saw Linda. She was walking with my buddy Dave toward the locker room door. I could see them holding hands and talking and, when they got to the door, he kissed her. And she seemed to really kiss him back.
What a bitch!
What a bastard!
I tossed my hamburger wrapper in the trash and walked quickly to my car so that Linda wouldn't see me.
When I got home, Ellen was laying on the couch watching TV. I walked over and made to sit down. I had to push her legs over to make a spot for me to sit.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
I guess I didn't look too good. "Linda! She seems to have dumped me for Dave!"
"Danny, everybody knows Linda has the hots for Dave. That's why she was going out with you-- to get to him."
"Why didn't you tell ME?"
"I tried, don't you remember? But you wouldn't listen to me."
Thinking back, I guess she did. Who listens to their kid sisters anyway?
I put my hand on by forehead and lay back on the couch cushion.
Women! They were just too much for a guy like me. Now no girlfriend! How was I ever going to finally score?
After a time of listening to the comedy show on the TV, I pulled my hand away to watch. That's when I noticed Ellen's legs on my lap. She had stretched herself out on the couch again and, I guess, I was in the way. My eyes looked down at her feet, in my lap, and then up her legs and her thighs to the seat of her yellow shorts. I could see the crotch of her white panties, in the leg opening, and make out the outline of her pussy.
What was I looking at? I quickly averted my eyes back to the TV.
"Shit, Ellie!" I yelled. "Do you have to lay all over me?"
She sat up, next to me, with a hurt expression on her pretty face. "What did I do?"
"Oh, it's not you," I said as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. I guess I'm mad at myself."
She put her head on my shoulder, to return my hug, and I could suddenly smell the sweetness of her blond hair.
"Forget about Linda," she said. "Lay down on the couch and relax and watch TV. There's room behind me."
Ellen lay back down but scooted forward and tapped the empty space in back of her.
What the hell, I thought and kicked my shoes off and lay on my
side with my sister in front of me.
"Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked wearily.
"Oh, they went to a party somewhere. They didn't say when they'd come home."
Hell. When they went to parties they were out all night. Dad would be cranky in the morning, I thought, as I began to watch the program over Ellen's head.
I couldn't concentrate on the TV however. I kept looking at
Ellen as she lay with her back to me. The curve of her hips was so very evident now and the slimness of her waist and (looking down) I could see the jutting of her breasts in her t-shirt. I could suddenly feel my dick hardening quickly in my jeans. I pulled my middle back so that she wouldn't feel it against her. How dare it respond to Ellen like that!
I tried again to watch the show but I could smell the sweetness of that sandy hair in front of my nose again and something else- Ellen's fragrance. Not a perfume, like Linda's, but a natural, homey, girlish kinda smell.
My dick was as hard as a pipe now.
God, I shouldn't be feeling like this, I told myself. Ellen is my sister! I have feelings for her. I love her, I guess. I shouldn't be feeling lust for her. I should be protecting her from things like this.
I put my arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze and felt her put her hand lightly on my arm in sisterly affection.
It was alright, I told myself. My hormones had just crossed my wires for a moment.
I watched the TV, for a time, and things were calming down. But then Ellen casually shifted herself, on the couch, and her round butt was pressed up against my dick again. Instantly my receding boner hardened back to lead-pipe life.
God no! She would be able to feel it! Wouldn't she? Didn't she? Was she possibly so naive that she couldn't recognize a guy's stiff hard-on, right at the crack of her ass?
What was going on, my idiotic brain asked me? Was it possible that she KNEW that I was stimulated and LIKED IT?
Oh man! I was starting to tremble with excitement.
What was she thinking? What was she trying to do? There was no way that she couldn't feel it. Did she WANT my boner there?
I looked at as much of her face as I could see, propped up on her arm. She was just looking ahead at the TV. She looked perfectly normal.
I wanted to move back but there was no room on the couch. God, her shapely ass felt good. It was so soft and yet firm feeling as it pressed against me.
I moved my arm up on her body a bit so that my hand was just below her breasts. I could feel the outline of the bottom of her bra on my palm and the softness of her tits on the side of my hand.
Ellen didn't stir. She just kept watching TV.
Was it okay that my hand was there? She didn't mind? Or was she even aware of it? Her hand was still on my forearm. She could pull my arm away if she wanted to. Did she know that I was (sorta)copping a feel?
Man, I was shaking almost from the excitement of this.
My mind was racing now with a lot of crazy messages from my nuts. I had to take a chance. A BIG chance. An awful chance! I had to know what would happen. I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by and never know what she was thinking.
I debated it, over and over, in my mind, wondering what she would do or say or how she would react, and then (cautiously) I did it. I placed my hand squarely over the soft swell of her left breast, watching her face for the first flash of horror and shock so that I could recoil from her retributional attack.
But nothing. She didn't move. She didn't even seem to notice
at all. She just kept staring forward at the TV.
Was this for real? Could this be? I had my hand on a girl's breast and I wasn't being pushed away?
Well, yes! This was Ellen. This was my sister. But it was a girl. A real live girl! And she was letting me touch her!
Her breast was so soft and yet firm (as I held it) and was just a little under the size of a softball. I could feel its hard nipple, under my palm, and I began to squeeze her breast and rub and fondle that nipple through the material of her shirt and bra.
Oh, man it felt exquisite! It was so warm and delicate in my hand!
I rubbed and petted and fondled for quite a while, all the time my hard dick strained into that soft behind. It felt like my cock was going to explode!
I was aching to feel more!
I moved my hand slowly down her body to the loose bottom of her shirt, slipped my hand inside and then ran it up her warm stomach. God, Ellen's skin was so very smooth. Like a baby's skin. I came to her rib cage and then to her bra and I pushed my hand under the elastic so I could hold and feel the actual soft, hot flesh of her tender breast.
Glancing over, I could see that she still seemed to be occupied with nothing but the TV. Her eyes just stared blankly forward, with no expression revealed in her face at all, as I held the flesh of her warm tit in my hand.
What kind of a game was this? How was I supposed to play it?
What were the rules? What was going on in her head? Was she enjoying this as much as I was? Or was she actually horror stricken and shocked and just too surprised and embarrassed to say anything? I couldn't figure it out but I was just too horny to think right now.
Her large nipple stood out and became hard as I continued to rub and stroke and squeeze and pet her spongy, soft breast for many long minutes. I became aware that I was now pushing my dick up against her round butt, over and over, in a slow, fucking kind of a motion.
I was lost. My brain wasn't working now at all. Only my lust was doing the thinking and it wanted to explore and find out how much more she would permit me to do with her.
I removed my hand from my sister's bra and caressed it softly down her smooth, flat stomach, out of the heat of her shirt, and then down the outside of her yellow shorts until I came to the hard bone at her crotch. I pushed my hand between her legs and began to squeeze and rub Ellen's pussy, through the material, pushing her lower body back onto my thrusting cock.
Now I felt her put her hand back on by forearm.
This was it, I thought. She was going to pull my arm away from her and put a halt to all this.
But no. She just lightly held her hand on my arm. She didn't even blink as I looked at the side of her face again. She showed absolutely no reaction to the fact that I was now squeezing and rubbing the very alluring, soft area between her thighs.
Damn, I thought, this is just too incredible!
If this were a game, that she was playing with me, it was too late for her to stop me from progressing now. I pulled my hand from her crotch and (without giving it a second thought) I thrust it down into the front of her shorts.
Ellen's skin, at her lower belly, was silky smooth and hot and so unbelievably soft under my hand and the material of her panties was so sexy feeling on my knuckles. I pushed down, into her pants, until my fingertips came to her soft covering of hair. It was the first time that I had ever felt one of these things. I had only seen pictures and heard stories until now. (Oh, I had seen Ellen's pussy before but that was when we were little.) It was so sensual and exquisite feeling. Her hair, at the jut of her pubic mound, was so much softer than that of my own.
My hand was restricted in the material of her pants but I forced my fingers down to where I could feel the actual delicate, puffy swells of her pussy lips and their sparse covering of hair. I pet her there, softly for a time, trembling because of my excitement and the knowledge that she was allowing me to explore such a mysterious and forbidden part of her. I carefully worked a finger into the notch, between the furry lips, and was stunned by the amount of slick wetness I found in there. I could feel the bump of her clitoris and, as my fingertip touched it, I heard the breath catch in Ellen's throat. It was the first sign of life that she had shown.
I looked down at her face and now her eyes were closed and I could see that she was softly biting her lower lip.
I began to rub her clit between my (now slippery) fingers and listened as her breathing became erratic.
I noticed that my sister had opened her legs a little for me because my hand now had more room to work. I pushed myself further into her pants and I could feel the moist crotch of her panties, on the back of my hand, as I now burrowed my middle finger deeper into her warm, wet pussy.
I was aware of something else now too. There was a new aroma in the room. I couldn't place exactly what it was but I was becoming even more stimulated by it as I explored into the mysteries of her most intimate area.
Gently working my finger even further into her, I came to the slight obstruction of my sister's virginity. I knew what it was (and I didn't want to mess around with that) so I pulled my fingers back and concentrated my attention on her clitoris again. I could tell that she liked being touched there and I began to swirl my slippery fingertips around that firm little bump (again and again). I could feel her responding by pressing her lower body alternately into my hand and back onto my excited cock.
Ellen was breathing heavily in a matter of moments and she began to maneuver herself around more quickly on my hand. It was as if she had suddenly taken over. I just let her churn her soft pussy on my fingers. I figured that she knew what felt good to her.
Suddenly she stiffened herself and straightened out her legs, strongly squeezing my trapped hand between her soft thighs and against her hot, sopping crotch. Strange squeaking sounds were coming from her nostrils now and I suddenly realized that she was cumming. That I was making her cum! Just the thought of that (and her churning against my rock-hard cock) had me ready to shoot my load, inside my pants, and I pushed my other arm under her so I could hold her small, curvy body against me and fuck at her soft butt to get me over.
But Ellen suddenly released from her orgasm and she went limp, in my arms, for a moment. Then she pulled my hand quickly out of her pants and sat up. Her face was red and her blue eyes were wide open and wet and her body was heaving as she panted loudly. She emitted a breathless little cry and put her hand over her gaping mouth to cover it.
"What's wrong?" I asked in a hoarse croak.
She didn't say anything. She just got abruptly up and ran hurriedly out of the living room and up the stairs.
I was dumbfounded. Why did she do that? Was it because of what I had done?
Aw fuck, I thought to myself. I was far too horny and wound up to think about it right now. I lay quickly on my back and undid my jeans, pulling them down a bit to expose my hard cock. I brushed the hair back from my forehead and, as I did, I could smell my sister's pussy on my fingers. It was a pungent, girlish, wonderfully intoxicating odor. The same tantalizing aroma that I had detected earlier but now very sharp and close. I put my fingers to my nose and thrilled as I sniffed the smell of pussy and began to jack off. I must have only jacked on it seven or eight times before I shot my load like I never believed I could. The cum must have spurted seven feet in the air! It sprayed all the way over to the coffee table and I just kept cumming and cumming. It was the greatest orgasm of my life!
But then, released from my hormonal frenzy, I was suddenly overtaken by the idea of what I had done. Man, was I an asshole!
I had jerked off my little sister! What the hell had gotten into
me? And what was she going to do about it? Would she tell Dad?
God, did that thought scare the shit out of me! If Dad found out that I had touched his little Ellen like that, he'd beat me to death with a baseball bat. And I couldn't blame him. I'd do the same thing!
What should I do now? Tell her I'm sorry? Tell her it will never happen again? God, I don't want her to hate me! I love her! I want her to look up to me!
Shit! What a fucking moron I am, I thought.
I got up and fastened my pants and then I went right up to her room.
"Ellie," I called through the door but she didn't answer. I tried the knob but it was locked.
Shit, I thought. I'm in more trouble than I had ever been in my life!
I leaned against the door in despair for a moment, but then, being so tired now, I decided to just say "Fuck it" and go to bed.
I'd have to face the consequences in the morning.
Ellen Chapter 2
The next day I felt like a real jerk. I was afraid to go downstairs. I just lay in bed, for a long time, ashamed (and mad as hell at myself) for what I had done last night. I was too embarrassed to see my sister and very scared of what my Dad might do.
When I finally worked up enough gumption to go down, I was surprised to find everything and everyone behaving normally.
Dad was reading the paper and Mom was going over the bills while Ellen talked on the phone to one of her girlfriends.
She's been up, with them, for hours. She must not have said anything.
Mom stopped her check writing and made me breakfast and Dad told us that he was taking us to the State game this afternoon. Ellen was really excited about that and went on telling her girlfriend all about it.
It wasn't until the next day, after church, that me and Ellen were alone.
She was sitting on the sofa, still wearing her pretty church dress and reading SEVENTEEN when I came in and sat next to her.
"Ellie..." I began but she stopped me.
"That was a great game yesterday, huh?"
"Yeah," I answered, puzzled.
"I hope Dad 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 and talked. I couldn't keep my eyes away from her.
When she had hung up she turned her attention to the movie and
I could see the crotch of her panties, between her slightly parted thighs. I had a boner like you wouldn't believe! I wanted her body so bad that I was trembling.
I couldn't stand it any longer. "Ellie," I called to her and she sat up and turned to me, sitting Indian style, with her knees up and her ankles crossed. She seemed to be all legs and underpants now.
"What?" She smiled up at me.
What was I going to say? How could I ask her for what I wanted? Sitting there, like that, she seemed so sweet and innocent. I was kind of afraid and oddly embarrassed. "Come here." I told her.
"No," she said, still smiling sweetly. "You come down here."
I moved like a rocket and sat down next to her on the carpet.
"Ellie," I asked, into her smiling, pretty features, "do you ever think about what we did a few weeks ago?" As I said it, I reached between her open legs and rubbed the soft crotch of her panties, feeling the twin pillows of her pussy and the indention of her slit through the warm material.
Her face turned instantly sour and then her blue eyes went wide in shocked surprise. "No!" she gasped into my face, stretching the word in astonishment, and she roughly pulled my hand from her crotch and pushed it back at me. Her face was burning red now and her eyes seemed to bore into mine as she leaned to me and firmly said, "Don't you EVER touch me, like that, again or I'll tell Mom and Dad what you did!"
She got to her feet quickly and angrily stomped upstairs, leaving me alone on the carpet. I could hear her moving around in the bathroom as I sat on the floor and thought about what an absolute asshole I was for asking her. After a few minutes I heard her go into her room, slamming the door.
Great. Now what must she think of me? What a piece of shit I truly am! Why did I have to ask her? Why didn't I control myself?
I turned off the TV and went up to go to bed and try and forget about what a stupid thing I had done - again!
What was she going to do now? Would she just forget about it again (like the last time) or would she really tell Mom or Dad, when they got home, to put a stop to me?
As I went into the bathroom, I saw her panties on the floor by the clothes chute. I couldn't help myself. I picked them up and examined the crotch. It was wet with her fluids. I put it to my nose and I could strongly smell that enticing pussy scent again.
Now I could see myself, in the mirror, with my sister's underpants at my face. Did I look like a perverted fucker!
Feeling like total shit now, I dropped the panties, turned out the light and went into my room. Man, I was really low! I sat on the edge of my bed for a time and put my face in my hands.
That's when I heard her come into my room. I looked up and she was just standing there in front of me.
"What?" I asked, afraid that she was going to slap me now or yell at me again for what I had done downstairs.
She didn't say anything. She just reached over and placed her index finger under my nose. It was moist and strong with the smell of her pussy.
I knew immediately what this gesture meant. Letting me sniff her very private smell was her way of granting me consent without having to say a word. Man, did my hormones kick in!
I looked up at her face. It held the same vacant, longing expression that I saw on my own face (in the bathroom mirror) when I was smelling her panties.
I grabbed the bottom of her pink night-shirt and pulled it up, exposing her feminine curves to me. She wasn't wearing any underpants now and I could see her pussy right in front of my face. It was the most attractive thing I had ever seen in my entire life. It looked so much different than the last time I had seen it-- when we were both younger. Ellen now had pretty, ash colored pussy hair. It was only slightly curly and the hairs were not very long. The little patch only covered from just above her pubic bone and then between her legs. I could see the slit between her puffy pussy lips and the button of her clit protruding slightly.
I leaned my face over to smell her. Her sexual fragrance was very sharp in my nostrils now as I inhaled.
God! My hormones were on fire for it!
I put my face to the soft hair and I kissed it. I kissed and kissed and kissed that beautiful thing, savoring its alluring odor while I did it. I put my hands on her soft ass cheeks and pushed her lower body to my face. I began to work my kisses into the moist slot between the furry, fleshy pads of her pussy and I could detect her feminine secretions clinging to my lips. I put my tongue out to taste her.
My sister's pussy was sweet but with a salty, lemony tang.
I dropped to the floor, in front of her, and she held up the hem of her night-shirt and lifted one foot onto the bed, to open herself for me, as I grasped her baby-soft hips and continued kissing (and now licking) into the tasty, scented slit between her silky legs.
Ellen gripped my shoulders, to steady herself, and I could sense her body quivering and hear her voice making the sweetest little chirping sounds as I licked into her. Nothing I had ever done, in all my life, turned me on as much as this did. I had to have more of it!
"Lay on the bed," I looked up and told her, my voice just a quaking whisper.
Ellen didn't say a word but she quickly did as I had instructed, laying herself back on the bed with her legs slightly apart and pulling the bottom of her night-shirt up to her thin waist. I wasn't sure of how far I should go with her. I was beyond mere arousal now. I was trembling from the effects of pure lust.
I got half way on the bed, next to her, so that my face was just above her pussy and I placed my hands on her warm thighs to spread her limbs a little more for me.
I pushed my tongue into the oily-wet cleft, between her tender pussy lips, licking and tasting the lemony flavor of her most personal place. The whole time Ellen made more little squeaking noises as the thrill, of what I was doing to her, made the breath catch in her throat. I could tell that she liked it because of those sounds she was making and because she began pushing her pussy up, at my face, from the bed. It was wonderful!
I took Ellen's leg and pulled it over my head so that I could fully expose her to me. Her thighs were wide apart now, as I lay on my stomach with my face at her crotch. I used my fingers to gently separate the, slightly hair covered, billowy lips of her pussy. I could see the pinkness of her delicate inner skin and (under the protrusion of her clitoris) into the dainty appearing orifice of her vagina. It was glistening wet and open. It beckoned for me to explore and taste it.
Ellen's hand (with her pink, painted fingernails) suddenly covered the open display. I took her hand away and held it to her soft thigh as I pushed my face to her parted crotch and stuck my tongue deep into her warm vagina. Her hand squeezed mine tightly and I could hear her breathing stop and see the muscles of her flat stomach go rigid as I entered her.
I explored into her velvety slick opening, noticing that the abundant nectar, within her sexual entrance, was very sweet tasting and slippery. I suddenly remembered a part of an old rhyme that
Mom used to tell us when we were little: "Sugar and spice and everything nice - that's what little girls are made of." Had the author of that poem ever done this to one?
Ellen put her hands softly to my cheeks and pushed me back.
"Don't do it in there, Danny," she said breathlessly, "it's way too sensitive."
She guided my face up so that my mouth was on the folds of skin at her clitoris and I began to swirl my tongue around that, daintily soft, rigid little button in the slot of her pussy. Her scented hairs tickled my nose as I thrilled from the effects of both smelling and tasting her sex. Ellen's body quaked and shuddered with each movement of my tongue now. I knew that I had her highly aroused and I was overjoyed at my ability to give her such pleasure. As I licked her, I pulled off my shorts. I didn't know what I was going to do with her next but I had to have all of her!
Just then her little body stiffened, like on the couch, and she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her. My tongue sank deep into her spasming vaginal hole as her warm thighs closed to the sides of my cheeks and began to squeeze. Her lower body churned her pussy on me as she came. My mouth filled with sweet, slimy
Ellen and I excitedly swallowed but kept my tongue working, inside of her, so that she would "get off" real good.
Then she suddenly went limp and was panting, on her back, as I continued to lap into the slippery folds of her sex. Something appeared in front of my face and I was momentarily licking the back of her hand as she had covered herself again and was now pushing my face away from her crotch.
I got to my knees, breathing loudly from my sexual excitement, my face wet, from my little sister's pussy, and my large, rigid pole jerking and standing up in front of me.
Ellen's eyes seemed to go two sizes wider and she sat up and looked at my dick with an odd, fearful stare for a moment.
I started to crawl on top of her but she scampered back from me and then got off the bed quickly, running out and shutting my door behind her.
What the fuck? I wondered.
I jumped up and went to her bedroom door but it was locked again.
"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 that 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. "Me and your father 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.
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.
"What do you WANT?" I asked her, irritated.
"Oh," she said, sitting up, "I don't know. I just wanted company." I put down my pencil and went over to the bed and sat down beside her, taking my magazine from her hands and tossing it on the floor.
"Company?" I asked. "What kind of company?"
"You know.... " Her expression was pained. Like she wanted to say something to me but she couldn't.
"No. I DON'T know." I said with rising agitation.
She smiled shyly and her face blushed red as she put her small hand over her mouth and leaned to my ear to whisper (even though we were the only ones in the house). "Danny, I want to do sex with you again."
"Shit, Ellie!" I was mad now. "What about last time? You left me all horny and wouldn't do anything!"
"God, Danny!" She looked embarrassed. "I don't know what to do! You have to show me! And besides, after I get that good feeling, I suddenly don't want it anymore. I kinda feel funny. I feel sorta’ bad. I don't know.... I HAVE to get away!"
"No Ellie," I said with resolution as I stood and coaxed her up from my bed. "No, we can't do that anymore. You're my sister!
I've thought about it a lot and it would be better, for the both of us, if we never do it with each other again!"
Her head bent as she turned to go but then she turned back to me and smiled devilishly. I watched her as she bent her knee and worked her hand, up under her skirt, for a moment. Then she pulled her hand out and put her now pasty finger under my nose again and grinned as she watched me sniff in the sharp, spicy fragrance of her pussy. My eyes closed and my brain quit working instantly.
It made the urge to have her grip me with a fury. My cock sprang up, in my pants, so quick that it shocked me. She knew (very well now) how much her intimate scent intoxicated and controlled me.
I took her shoulders and she let me lay her back on the bed. Her face held a look of excited expectancy as I reached up in her skirt and pulled her soft panties down her legs and off of her. The cotton crotch was really soaked.
My dick was pounding hard and I pulled off my jeans and shorts and leaned over her to push her skirt up to her hips.
I had never seen anything as desirable as this girl looked, laying on my bed, with her legs apart and her sweet pussy exposed for me.
I had to have her!
I got on the bed, between her legs, and then I gently lay myself fully on top of her.
God! She was so warm and delicate feeling under me. I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts and her heartbeat against my chest and I could sense the rhythm of her breathing beneath me.
I held her and melted into her warm closeness for a time, smelling her sweet fragrance as I held my face to her cheek and hugged her to me. I could feel the delicate tickle of her pubic hair on my stiff cock and the extreme softness of her warm inner thighs on my bare hips.
Ellen was panting in my ear and kissing my cheek and running her hands up and down my heaving back. I lifted my head and I looked into her serious, eager blue eyes. Eyes full of excitement and longing. There was no way to stop the progression of events now.
My dick was doing all the thinking for me and it wanted her more than it had ever wanted anything in it's life. And that (at that moment) was somehow okay with me. Gazing closely into her eager expression, I wanted her too.
I brought my face down to hers and I gently kissed my sister's soft, full lips and (when I did) her eyes closed and her mouth opened for me and my own little Ellen kissed me in a way that Linda (or no other girl) could ever kiss. It made my cock go three stages harder. I had kissed her before but never like this. It was magical the way her mouth sucked and her sweet tongue worked at mine. Where had she ever learned to do that?
Not breaking our kiss, I put my hand down between us and maneuvered the head of my dick around in the slick notch of her hot, open pussy. My rigid cock throbbed, in my hand, as it found her opening and took full possession of me. I entered her very slowly because of the restriction of her small vagina. I had to push in hard but, because she was so lubricated, I could feel my sensitive member slowly and deliciously penetrating into her. I had no thoughts about not proceeding now. The sexual sensations, charging from my loins, were far too overwhelming!
Ellen's body stiffened under me and she whimpered slightly and sucked my mouth hard as my cock broke past her maidenhead.
I had just taken my little sister's cherry.
I carefully pressed myself into her some more until I could feel the contact of her furry pubic mound at the base of my shaft. I was now inside of her completely.
It felt so good. She was unbelievably tight! My cock never felt this much pure sensation in my hand. It was so hot inside of her and slippery and very restricted and I knew that my dick was meant for this place.
I lay still for a while, holding her tightly and kissing her mouth deeply now. I could feel my hard cock twitching within her body, urging me to action. But I didn't want to hurt her (with it) and I didn't want this moment (of just being joined with her) to ever end. I can't begin to tell you how wonderful it felt to be inside of her. It was like we were now one person.
Ellen spread her legs a little more and lifted one knee so that she could push her pussy up at me. I could feel the hardness of her small pubic bone pushing against my own and my cock-head pressing even further into the hot depth of her belly. I almost screamed from the thrill of the sensation. Instead I sucked the sweetness of her open mouth and I began to slowly fuck my sister's delicate, tight little hole. Ellen wrapped her arms around me and she started to move her hips up and down to match my fucking motion. I started to fuck her faster and we were soon churning ourselves together in nasty, forbidden sex, right there on my bed, in a frenzy.
Every thrust sent new thrills and sensations through my deeply buried cock. Sex, with an actual girl, felt even better than I had (for years) imagined it would and I could tell that it was just as sensational for my sister because she was now moaning into my face, through her nose, as she sucked harder on my mouth and eagerly worked her hips up under me. It felt as if she were trying to draw me into her body through both her mouth and her pussy.
Suddenly, I could feel myself starting to cum and, for some reason, it shocked me back to the reality of what I was doing. I couldn't come in my sister! What if I got her pregnant? God!
What a mess that would be! What would we have? A son? A nephew?
I pulled it out of her in a quick jerk, rising to my knees, between her parted legs, and jacking my cum all over Ellen's spread thighs and dark-blond pussy and exposed stomach and blue skirt and checked blouse. Hell, it even shot up to her face!
A split-moment later, seeing my baby sister with my jizz on her lips soured my stomach. I jumped off of the bed.
"Get out of here!" I yelled down to her surprised face.
"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 really won't matter," she continued, "because I'll always belong to you!"
With that, she walked out and softly closed the door.
Ellen Chapter 3
When I woke up the following morning, I felt a sickness in my stomach at the idea that I had actually fucked my little sister.
I couldn't believe that I had done it. I felt terrible. I tried to recreate what had taken place so that I could justify why I would have done such an awful thing. But thinking about what I did, and remembering how my dick felt inside of her, caused me to get a super hard erection.
Damn that crazy thing! It had no conscience or consideration.
It seemed to have a mind of it's own. It seemed to be fully out of my control. I could do nothing but grasp it and start jerking it off so that I could get on with the day.
As I jerked on it I remembered how Ellen looked, on the bed with her skirt up and her legs apart. Her small pussy exposed for me. I remembered laying on her and that wonderful kiss and the closeness of our bodies and how terrific the sensations of that first penetration. I remembered fucking her and how she had fucked back and that sensational feeling of approaching orgasm.
Had I pulled it out of her before it started? Did I get any inside her?
Man, it was shooting as I pulled it out! What if I HAD gotten some of my sperm in Ellen? Would she get pregnant?
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.
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! Guys 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."
"Sure," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "You're my big brother. You love me. You would never hurt me or be mean to me. I trust you, Danny. I love you."
God, she was embarrassing the hell out of me! I could feel my eyes going watery and something made me wrap my arms around her and hug her to me tightly and kiss her soft cheek. She hugged me back.
"I do love you Ellie," I said. "That's why we can't do this sex thing with each other anymore. It feels so good but it's just not right."
"I'll do whatever you say, Danny," she said closely, into my ear. "I trust you to tell me what's right." With that, she let me go and got out of the car.
That week I concentrated on school work and going out for the track team. I also tried to ask out a few girls but none seemed to be available. Ellen and me shared a pretty normal relationship for the remainder of that week and on into the next. We went to a family reunion for Thanksgiving. It was at Uncle Ralph's house. It was a pretty good time (for a family thing) with a big dinner and everyone dressed up. Ellen wore a light blue, frilly dress that all the Aunts and girl cousins raved about. She did look so very sexy in it too. Uncle Paul embarrassed her when he hugged her at the dinner table and loudly said, to everyone, "Look how our little Ellie has blossomed in the last year!" In fact, I found myself staring at her (from time to time) as she talked and joked with our relatives. I could feel myself getting a boner from the sight of her.
It was late when we drove home. It was quite a drive (about an hour) and Mom fell asleep in the front seat while Dad drove. Me and Ellen were in the back and I was just watching the cars go by on the freeway.
I suddenly felt Ellen's hand on mine and I looked over and saw her smile at me. I smiled back and looked back out the side window. That's when I felt her take my hand and move it over to her. She placed it on her frilly lap for a mile or so and then suddenly I felt her maneuver it down and then up so that my hand was now just above the top of her nylon stocking, on her soft thigh, under the skirt of her dress.
My dick went hard in a split second. It almost hurt the way it popped up so fast in my pants.
I left it there for a while, feeling the heat of her smooth skin and then I felt her hand take mine and pull it up further, to the crotch of her lacy panties.
God! What was she doing? Mom and Dad were only three feet away, in the front seat!
I looked quickly to the front and saw Dad just staring forward and Mom slumped over, toward the passenger window, sleeping. I looked over at Ellen's mischievous smile and then down at her sexy, exposed leg, and my hand in the bundle of her frilly skirt.
Gee, my brain told me, why not?
I pushed my hand into my sister's underpants. Her pussy was gushing wet with her lubricant. My fingers probed into her gooey slit, under the soft material of her panties. I felt her clit and, as she spread her legs a little, I maneuvered my middle finger up into her hot girl hole.
Ellen didn't make a sound, and neither did I. I just probed her for a long while. She only maneuvered her lower body occasionally to steer my finger to her feeling spots.
Dad and Mom were totally unaware of what was happening behind them and that seemed to heighten my sexual arousal to even greater fury.
But what was in this for MY satisfaction, I wondered?
I reached down, with my free hand, and undid my pants. Then I reached over my body to Ellen's hand and placed it in my 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 pussy 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.
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 tittie bumps in her t-shirt. Phil kept trying to make her talk to me but the way that she ignored me let me know that she wasn't interested.
We stopped at a fast food place on the way back and, while we were eating, they were laughing, with each other, and making jokes.
Phil kept telling me to lighten up.
"Come on, Dan! You're a big ball of laughs tonight," Phil said sarcastically. "Have some fun!"
"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 any of that kind of dirty stuff 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 me, 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 it with urgency. But the damned thing didn't want my hand, it wanted pussy. Real pussy! Pussy that I should be able to have because she was just downstairs! But all I had was my hand and it wasn't enough. I needed more to be able to "get off".
I got up and went into the bathroom, looking for my sister's panties. I figured that if I could just smell her pussy again (while I jacked off), that would be enough.
There were no panties there though.
Now I ran downstairs to the basement and the laundry hamper. I tore through the dirty clothes, tossing them on the floor, looking for what I needed. I found not one, but three pairs of panties, all with nice pussy deposits in the crotches. I was going to sniff each to select the spiciest pair but then I suddenly had a terrible thought: Were all of these Ellen's? Or was one of them Mom's?
God, I didn't want to smell the old lady's underpants!
I looked for the labels, inside the silky garments, to see what the sizes were.
They were all size 5. Did that mean Mom or Ellen?
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, pouting 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 wanna 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 into her carefully because of her extreme tightness. When she was fully on me, and our pubic bones were meshed together, 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 my size. 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 and she was so damn tight! 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,
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 at time, my feeling of orgasm subsided a little and I started to thrust my cock up into her again to show her that I was ready. Ellen got up on her arms and she began to fuck me some more, churning her pubic bone on mine as my cock pressed deeply into her hot, restrictive belly.
The smell of her excited sex filled my nostrils as I looked down and watched her wider hips working in a fuck motion on me. 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 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 have an orgasm 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 into her. I strained against my approaching orgasm and I pushed my cock far 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 thin, heaving body 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. "My pussy is so sensitive now. I can't have you inside me anymore."
"What?" I asked in her ear.
She lay herself back down on me so that her fuzzy pubic mound rested on my throbbing cock. "I'm tingling all over, Danny. I
think I'm still cumming! Ohhhh! It was wonderful," she cooed in
my ear, "but my pussy just tickles too much now to have you in me anymore."
"But what about me? How do I get off?"
She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I'll work it out of you with my hand again."
Well, I reasoned, I really didn't want to take the chance of cumming in her.... I was so horny now that anything would feel good. But, in my hormonal rage, an idea came to me.
"Ellie," I asked, "do you think you could put it in your mouth?"
"You know...." "Blow you?" She sounded irate and she lifted her head from my shoulder and looked directly at me. "I'm not going to blow you,
"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.
"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."
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 from it.
She pulled her face back a little and now seemed to be minutely examining my shaft and my balls for a few moments. A drop of excited, clear 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 or suck on 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 softly 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 squealed.
Now she swirled her tongue around the throbbing head, causing me to gasp and clutch at my bed sheets. Then it seemed like she was trying to see just how much of me she could take into her pretty mouth. She began squeezing my balls gently, with one hand, as she pumped the base of my shaft with the other and lowered her face to my loins so that my cock head pushed deep into her hot, sucking mouth. I could feel her breath on my pubic hair and hear the baby-like sounds she made as she nursed on me and her tender tongue worked at tickling my most sensitive area. It charged me with an almost unbearable, compelling 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 wads into the air.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, as she looked down at my dick and the pearly cum that was shooting out and then oozing from the tip and dripping down the shaft and over her jacking hand. She was smiling brightly at what she had done.
Then, to my awe, Ellen suddenly leaned over and took the, sperm
coated, head of my dick into her mouth and sucked on it, thrilling me beyond belief as I felt her draw out the last of my orgasm and my thick jizz along with it.
When I was fully spent, she pulled her mouth from me and sat up, licking my cum from her pretty lips with a thoughtful expression on her face, as if she were testing a recipe that she 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 peppery taste to it."
That's when we heard our parents’ door open and Ellen quickly reached over and turned out the light.
We sat together in the darkness and listened to the sounds of Dad taking a squirt. Then the toilet flushed and we heard him go back to bed.
Ellen got up and I could see her sexy, curvy body, reflected in the dim light from the window as she bent to retrieve her night-shirt and then pulled it on over her head.
"Thank's Ellie," I said to her, "that was great!"
She leaned over the bed and kissed me with a passionate, open mouth and I could taste my sperm on her sweet 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.
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 together again?"
"I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Ellie?" I demanded.
"Maybe. When I'm in the mood. Maybe."
I let her go and watched her walk toward her friends, her sexy little ass swaying in her 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 were to jump up and Mom or Dad saw it?
The movie went on and Ellen didn't move and my dick stayed hard and I started to sweat. But even though I was in this uncomfortable situation, I started to think about the curvy little feminine body, up against me, and the immense pleasures that it could give me. I began to slowly fuck at my sister's bum.
It was like the last time again. Ellen didn't move or change her expression or look away from the TV.
I reached down, under the cover of the blanket, and pulled the back of her night shirt up. She wasn't wearing any panties. I pushed my hand between her warm, soft thighs and began 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 and looked at her face. She was just watching the TV (as was I).
I reached to my shorts and pulled them down, past my pipe-like cock. I had to scoot down a bit, to get into the proper position, but I held my cock and pushed it between her thick 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 right into her hot hole. I slowly pushed my cock into my sister (and felt her pushing back) until my dick-head was touching the roof of her insides and my pubic bone was up against the soft, fleshy pillows of her warm ass cheeks.
But what was I to do now? I couldn't just fuck her with our
parents right here 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 carefully. It was maddening! But oh, did it feel so wonderful!
As I cautiously fucked her, I ran my hand up and down her soft, girlish figure, 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 breast and supple nipple.
I knew that we would not be able to "get off" this way but it was just so delicious being sexually joined to her with such danger in the room.
I became aware that Ellen's hand was between her legs and that she was rubbing her pussy with my dick inside of her. I could feel the motion of her slick pussy flesh on the base of my cock as her fingers worked circles at her clit. I could also feel her insides tighten whenever her clit would telegraph a jolt of pleasure through her sexy 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 curve 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 my sister’s with our parents right in the same room, with us, and totally unaware of what we were really doing.
I could feel my cock swelling harder as my excitement was reaching an unbearable level. I stopped my thrusting and just held the curve of her hip tightly, squeezing her tit hard and 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 orgasmic spasms. In the grip of her climax, Ellen was pushing herself back hard on my deeply buried shaft and forcing it into her even further. It was too much for me. I couldn't help myself. I started to cum.
And I mean CUM!
I could feel my cock jerking hard as I began to forcefully ejaculate, jet after jet of my thick, hot, potant sperm, deep into my own little sister. My orgasm was so intense that I thought my heart would stop! I grabbed her, at the curves of both hips now, so that I could pull her harder onto my cock and get my nut off, into her, real good. I could feel her soft ass cheeks spreading, on my lower stomach, as I tried to thrust my erupting shaft up, into her tender little pussy, even further and (at the same time) I felt her insides squeezing repeatedly on my spewing cock and exquisitely milking my load (out of me) and drawing it into her.
Pull it out?
I couldn't pull it out! Even if I wanted to! My parents would detect the sound or movement! I had to clamp my lips together, to keep from screaming, as it was!
Ellen had stopped breathing during her climax 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, ass 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 scooted forward and sat up, pulling the cover of the blanket abruptly off the both of us.
What the hell was she doing?
I quickly reached down and pulled my shorts up over my slimy, wet dick before anyone could see it.
At that same moment, Mom looked over at us and her face took on a shocked expression. "Ellen," she said loudly enough to draw Dad’s attention from the TV, "you should go to bed right now, honey. You DO look flushed! Are you okay?"
"Sure, Mom," Ellen said breathlessly, wiping the moisture of her exertion from her face. She got up, leaving the blue blanket behind and stood in front of the couch. "I AM tired though."
"You get yourself 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, milky glop of thick, clingy sperm dripping slowly down the inside of my sister's leg. It was plainly visible, just under her night-shirt, as it slimed past the side of her knee. I quickly jumped up and wrapped the blanket around her to hide it from their gaze.
"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 across the living room and slowly up the stairs.
Mom and Dad turned back to the TV.
I sat down heavily, my heart pounding in my chest.
They had noticed nothing!
The next day was Sunday and we went to Mass.
Ellen acted funny as she sat next to me, looking so sweet and pretty, in her pink Sunday dress.
I kept moving to her (so that our bodies touched) but she kept moving away. I put my hand on hers (on the pew between us) and I suddenly felt her pinch me hard with her sharp fingernails. 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 long strands! I didn't know what to do with it all! I went to the bathroom and wiped and wiped but it just kept coming out. In fact, it dripped out of me all night! My pussy stinks like a dead fish this morning!" Her blue eyes started to tear up and her chin dimpled and trembled as she continued. "I had to sit there," she cried loudly now, "...in church... and listen to Father Dyer talking about mortal sin.... while I thought about me and you... and what we've been doing... and all of your little... THINGS swimming around in me.....!"
"Well," I said calmly to her hysterical face. "don't worry about it." I tried to think of something that would calm her down. "I don't think my sperm will work in you, me being your brother."
"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 together. Forget about it!"
It worked. She believed me because I kinda’ 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 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 even 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 movies and for pizza 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.
"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 fucking bastard!" she almost screamed it.
"What's the deal?" I asked her.
"That dirty little slut!"
"Slut? 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 really 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.
"Danny, I think I’m pregnant. I missed my period and I’m always regular. It was supposed to happen yesterday but it didn't. And nothing today either. I've been waiting up to tell you."
Fear gripped me as I heard her cry the words. I was dumbfounded. I just sat there for a while and listened to her cry while my heart pounded loudly in my chest. "Well," I finally asked her, "have you and Eddie been.... fucking?"
Ellen's eyes got wide and flashed anger and she suddenly started pounding me with her little fists. "You bastard!" she shrieked and I had to grab her flailing hands and hold them as I signaled for her to be quiet so that she wouldn't wake up Mom and Dad.
"What do you think I am, a whore?" she cried wetly. "There's been no one but you, Danny!"
I grabbed her and hugged her to me tightly again as she cried and cried into my shoulder. As odd as this may sound to you, I knew that Ellen was really a very decent girl (even though she had let ME fuck her). I wished I hadn't asked her that stupid question now but it was MY jealousy talking.
Me and Ellen were terrified for the next few days about her being pregnant with my baby. 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 innocent, 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 own 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, in fun. Ellen got much shapelier during the next year and the sight of her body (in a bikini or her bra and panties) would drive any guy wild. But we just stopped and went back to a totally normal relationship.
I love Ellen a lot and I know that she loves me.
She's married, to a plumbing fixture salesman, and has three kids now. She still looks very sexy and Ted's a fucking lucky guy. I'm married (to Shelly) and we have two little girls (one named Ellen).
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?
I don't know.
I'll tell you one thing though. I have never forgotten that thing she told me once in my bedroom; "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 Ted.
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