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Ellen by Emerson Laken-Palmer
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Chapter 1.
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Not that it matters to you but I am not a dirty story writer and this
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is not a dirty story. At least, I don't mean it to be. This story is one
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hundred percent true. It all happened just they way I'm describing it.
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You can judge for yourself if I'm a rotten person or perverted or what.
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It all started when I was sixteen and a Junior in High School. I was
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an alright guy. I didn't get great grades at school, but I was passing. I
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didn't have girls falling all over me, but I had a girlfriend. Her name
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was Linda and she was okay looking. I used to take her out to movies and a
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concert or something. It was just the sex thing that was driving me crazy.
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You see, I had never gotten any. Any pussy. Not from Linda. Not from
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anyone before her either. And I was revved up for it. I really wanted it
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bad. My hormones were running away with me at that age. It was always the
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same though. I'd take Linda to a movie and then for a hamburger. We'd
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park in front of her house (I had a great car. A Firebird. Linda really
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liked that car.) She'd let me kiss her for a while. (She was an alright
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kisser. She didn't like too much tongue though.) Then I'd start to nuzzle
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and kiss her neck. (She had a great perfume smell in her long, brown
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hair.) And then I'd start to run my hands over her tits. That's when she
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would always start with the "I gotta' go in now." stuff. She'd push me away
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and I'd keep trying to gain some ground (maybe get my hand actually into
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her shirt) but she'd keep pushing me away and then finally (angry as hell)
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I'd let her go in. God it was frustrating. And it was also a bad scene.
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We'd always end our dates on this hostile note. I'd go home and jack off to
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try and ease this damnable frustration and then fall asleep mad. I would
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forget about it (the anger) next day at school though and I'd see Linda and
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talk to her and say I was sorry and things would be back to normal before
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our next date. On this particular day, I ran into Linda in the hallway
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after class. She looked really great in her tight jeans and sweater. "Hey
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Linda," I called to her. "what's up?" She smiled at me, as I stood by her,
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but it was a strange, nervous smile. There seemed to be an odd signal in
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her brown eyes. "Hey, Danny," she said, "what's new?" "The football game's
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tonight," I said to her. "We're going, right?" Linda looked away,
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fidgeting with her books. "I'm not going tonight," she said in a quiet
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voice. "I've got a lot of homework and stuff." "Not going? But we always
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go on Friday night!" "Sorry Danny," she said. "Maybe next week, huh?" A
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girlfriend called her from down the hall and Linda walked away quickly with
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a curt wave to me. This was odd, I thought, but what the hell. My buddy
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Dave was on the team and (even if Linda wasn't going) I'd go without her.
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When I got home, my kid sister Ellen was cooking some canned spaghetti in
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the kitchen. She was always cooking after-school snacks. (Something that
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Mom would do if she were home, but both our parents worked and me and Ellen
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were always on our own until after six.) She liked cooking, I guess. She
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made brownies and fudge and things like that, for us, sometimes. "Want
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some?" she asked, as she licked a splatter of sauce off of her wrist. "I
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guess so," I said as I sat down at the table. Ellen was fifteen at that
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time. A year younger than me. She was an okay sister (I guess) and we got
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along pretty well. Oh, we had our fights, now and again, but nothing
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major. Sisters just invade your space sometimes, you know what I mean? As
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I watched her, standing at the stove and stirring the spaghetti, I began
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thinking about what my buddies had been telling me lately - how foxy Ellen
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was becoming. I shot them down when I heard it though. Nobody had better
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touch my little sister! I didn't want guys looking at her, and thinking
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about her, in that way. I certainly never did. My sister was just always a
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person who was there, in my house, like Mom and Dad. You never really
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notice people in your own family because they are somehow so familiar that
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you talk to them and deal with them without really paying much attention to
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them.
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Looking at her now, I realized that, although I had become much
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taller than her in recent years, Ellen was now only a half-a-head shorter
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than me. She certainly looked enough like me so that nobody would mistake
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the fact that she was my sister. We both had the same shaped face and the
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same mouth and nose. Her eyes were blue though (like Dad's) while mine were
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(my mother's) brown and my dark hair contrasted with her long, full, blond
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tresses. I guess the major difference between us, when we were little
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kids, had always been that I was a boy and she was a girl. Or, at least,
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she HAD been a girl. I hadn't really paid any attention, until just this
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moment, to how much she had changed over the last year. Her back was to me
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now and I could see how nice her round behind looked, in her yellow shorts,
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and how full and shapely her legs had become. She struck such a sexy pose,
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as she stood there, without really meaning to. Gosh, it seemed like she'd
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just had skinny "stick legs" the last time I had even bothered to look at
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her. Ellen brought two plates of spaghetti to the table and we sat and ate
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in silence for a while. "Going to the game?" she asked as she got up for
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some milk. Ellen was a sophomore that year. She wasn't into playing
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sports, but she liked to go to the games and watch and gab with her friends
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and cheer for our team. "Yeah," I said. "What about you?" "No. I'm going
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to wait for Eddie to call." Eddie was (kind of) her boyfriend. I didn't
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like him. He was a geek. A stupid looking kid with red hair and big ears
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and freckles. He reminded me of Alfred E. Neuman and I used to tell Ellen
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that to tease her. I guess he was a safe guy though. He didn't look like
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the type that would try anything with her. Mom and Dad wouldn't let her go
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out with him (or any other boy) anyway. They told her that she had to wait
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until she was sixteen. He was a "puppy love" kind of thing with her. Just
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a boy she talked with on the phone and used to carry her books around at
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school. "How is Alfred?" I asked smiling as she leaned over to put a glass
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of milk in front of me. I couldn't help myself. I could see down the neck
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opening of her t-shirt. Her breasts (in her white bra) revealed their
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cleavage to me. Ellen WAS developing very nicely. "Oh, shut up!" She said
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as she stood back upright. I could feel my face redden for a moment. Had
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she seen me looking down her shirt? God, that would be awful! She walked
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out of the kitchen and I could hear her going up to her room. Aw, to hell
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with it, I told myself, there's no harm in looking and I tossed all
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thoughts of her away. I had gone up to listen to some jams on the stereo
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and I must have fallen asleep because, when I woke up, it was after seven!
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I jumped up and ran downstairs. I was late for the game! Mom and Dad and
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Ellen were eating in the kitchen when I walked briskly in. "Sit down and
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eat, Danny," Mom said as I headed for the side door. "Can't Mom, I'm late."
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"Hey, you gotta have something!" "I'll get a bite at the game," I said as I
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left the house. When I got to school half-time was over and the game was in
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the fourth quarter. I went to the snack stand and got a hamburger. Bud and
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Phil were at the stand too and we talked a while about Phil's new car. By
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the time I had eaten, the game was over and everyone was leaving the field.
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That's when I saw Linda. She was walking with my buddy, Dave, toward the
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locker room door. I could see them holding hands and talking and, when
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they got to the door, he kissed her. And she seemed to really kiss him
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back. What a bitch! What a bastard! I tossed my hamburger wrapper in the
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trash and walked quickly to my car so that Linda wouldn't see me. When I
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got home, Ellen was lying on the couch watching TV. I walked over and made
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to sit down. I had to push her legs over to make a spot for me to sit.
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"What's the matter?" she asked. I guess I didn't look too good. "Linda!
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She seems to have dumped me for Dave!"
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"Danny, everybody knows Linda has the hots for Dave. That's why she
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was going out with you-- to get to him." "Why didn't you tell ME?" "I
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tried, don't you remember? But you wouldn't listen to me." Thinking back,
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I guess she did. Who listens to their kid sisters anyway? I put my hand on
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by forehead and lay back on the couch cushion. Women! They were just too
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much for a guy like me. Now no girlfriend! How was I ever going to
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finally score? After a time of listening to the comedy show on the TV, I
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pulled my hand away to watch. That's when I noticed Ellen's legs on my
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lap. She had stretched herself out on the couch again and, I guess, I was
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in the way. My eyes looked down at her feet, in my lap, and then up her
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legs and her thighs to the seat of her yellow shorts. I could see the
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crotch of her white panties, in the leg opening, and make out the outline
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of her pussy. Her pussy? Ellen's? What was I looking at? I quickly averted
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my eyes back to the TV. "Shit, Ellie!" I yelled. "Do you have to lay all
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over me?" She sat up, next to me, with a hurt expression on her pretty
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face. "What did I do?" "Oh, it's not you," I said as I wrapped an arm
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around her shoulders. I guess I'm mad at myself." She put her head on my
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shoulder, to return my hug, and I could suddenly smell the sweetness of her
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blond hair. "Forget about Linda," she said. "Lay down on the couch and
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relax and watch TV. There's room behind me." Ellen lay back down, but
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scooted forward and tapped the empty space in back of her. What the hell, I
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thought and kicked my shoes off and lay on my side with my sister in front
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of me. "Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked wearily. "Oh, they went to a party
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somewhere. They didn't say when they'd come home." Hell. When they went
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to parties they were out all night. Dad would be cranky in the morning, I
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thought, as I began to watch the program over Ellen's head. I couldn't
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concentrate on the TV however. I kept looking at Ellen as she lay with her
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back to me. The curve of her hips was so very evident now and the slimness
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of her waist and (looking down) I could see the jutting of her breasts in
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her t-shirt. I could suddenly feel my dick hardening quickly in my jeans.
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I pulled my middle back so that she wouldn't feel it against her. How dare
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it respond to Ellen like that! I tried again to watch the show, but I could
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smell the sweetness of that sandy hair in front of my nose again and
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something else - Ellen's fragrance. Not a perfume, like Linda's, but a
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natural, homey, girlish kinda smell. My dick was as hard as a pipe now.
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God, I shouldn't be feeling like this, I told myself. Ellen is my sister!
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I have feelings for her. I love her, I guess. I shouldn't be feeling lust
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for her. I should be protecting her from things like this. I put my arm
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around her waist and gave her a squeeze and felt her put her hand lightly
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on my arm in sisterly affection. It was alright, I told myself. My
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hormones had just crossed my wires for a moment. I watched the TV, for a
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time, and things were calming down. But then Ellen casually shifted
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herself, on the couch, and her round butt was pressed up against my dick
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again. Instantly my receding boner hardened back to lead-pipe life. God
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no! She would be able to feel it! Wouldn't she? Didn't she? Was she
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possibly so naive that she couldn't recognize a guy's stiff hard-on, right
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at the crack of her ass? What was going on, my idiotic brain asked me? Was
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it possible that she KNEW that I was stimulated and LIKED IT? Oh man! I
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was starting to tremble with excitement. What was she thinking? What was
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she trying to do? There was no way that she couldn't feel it. Did she
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WANT my boner there? I looked at as much of her face as I could see,
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propped up on her arm. She was just looking ahead at the TV. She looked
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perfectly normal.
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I wanted to move back but there was no room on the couch. God, her
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shapely ass felt good. It was so soft and yet firm feeling as it pressed
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against me. I moved my arm up on her body a bit so that my hand was just
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below her breasts. I could feel the outline of the bottom of her bra on my
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palm and the softness of her tits on the side of my hand. Ellen didn't
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stir. She just kept watching TV. Was it okay that my hand was there? She
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didn't mind? Or was she even aware of it? Her hand was still on my
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forearm. She could pull my arm away if she wanted to. Did she know that I
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was (sorta) copping a feel? Man, I was shaking almost from the excitement
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of this. My mind was racing now with a lot of crazy messages from my nuts.
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I had to take a chance. A BIG chance. An awful chance! I had to know
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what would happen. I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by and never
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know what she was thinking. I debated it, over and over, in my mind,
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wondering what she would do or say or how she would react, and then
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(cautiously) I did it. I placed my hand squarely over the soft swell of
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her left breast, watching her face for the first flash of horror and shock
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so that I could recoil from her retributional attack. But nothing. She
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didn't move. She didn't even seem to notice at all. She just kept staring
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forward at the TV. Was this for real? Could this be? I had my hand on a
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girl's breast and I wasn't being pushed away? Girl? Well, yes! This was
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Ellen. This was my sister. But it was a girl. A real live girl! And she
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was letting me touch her! Her breast was so soft and yet firm (as I held
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it) and was just a little under the size of a softball. I could feel its
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hard nipple, under my palm, and I began to squeeze her breast and rub and
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fondle that nipple through the material of her shirt and bra. Oh, man it
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felt exquisite! It was so warm and delicate in my hand! I rubbed and
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petted and fondled for quite a while, all the time my hard dick strained
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into that soft behind. It felt like my cock was going to explode! I was
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aching to feel more! I moved my hand slowly down her body to the loose
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bottom of her shirt, slipped my hand inside and then ran it up her warm
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stomach. God, Ellen's skin was so very smooth. Like a baby's skin. I came
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to her rib cage and then to her bra and I pushed my hand under the elastic
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so I could hold and feel the actual soft, hot flesh of her tender breast.
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Glancing over, I could see that she still seemed to be occupied with
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nothing but the TV. Her eyes just stared blankly forward, with no
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expression revealed in her face at all, as I held the flesh of her warm tit
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in my hand. What kind of a game was this? How was I supposed to play it?
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What were the rules? What was going on in her head? Was she enjoying this
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as much as I was? Or was she actually horror stricken and shocked and just
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too surprised and embarrassed to say anything? I couldn't figure it out,
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but I was just too horny to think right now. Her large nipple stood out and
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became hard as I continued to rub and stroke and squeeze and pet her
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spongy, soft breast for many long minutes. I became aware that I was now
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pushing my dick up against her round butt, over and over, in a slow,
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fucking kind of a motion. I was lost. My brain wasn't working now at all.
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Only my lust was doing the thinking and it wanted to explore and find out
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how much more she would permit me to do with her. I removed my hand from my
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sister's bra and caressed it softly down her smooth, flat stomach, out of
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the heat of her shirt, and then down the outside of her yellow shorts until
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I came to the hard bone at her crotch. I pushed my hand between her legs
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and began to squeeze and rub Ellen's pussy, through the material, pushing
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her lower body back onto my thrusting cock. Now I felt her put her hand
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back on by forearm. This was it, I thought. She was going to pull my arm
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away from her and put a halt to all this. But no. She just lightly held
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her hand on my arm. She didn't even blink as I looked at the side of her
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face again. She showed absolutely no reaction to the fact that I was now
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squeezing and rubbing the very alluring, soft area between her thighs.
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Damn, I thought, this is just too incredible! If this were a game,
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that she was playing with me, it was too late for her to stop me from
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progressing now. I pulled my hand from her crotch and (without giving it a
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second thought) I thrust it down into the front of her shorts. Ellen's
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skin, at her lower belly, was silky smooth and hot and so unbelievably soft
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under my hand and the material of her panties was so sexy feeling on my
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knuckles. I pushed down, into her pants, until my fingertips came to her
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soft covering of hair. It was the first time that I had ever felt one of
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these things. I had only seen pictures and heard stories until now. (Oh,
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I had seen Ellen's pussy before but that was when we were little.) It was
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so sensual and exquisite feeling. Her hair, at the jut of her pubic mound,
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was so much softer than that of my own. My hand was restricted in the
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material of her pants, but I forced my fingers down to where I could feel
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the actual delicate, puffy swells of her pussy lips and their sparse
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covering of hair. I pet her there, softly for a time, trembling because of
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my excitement and the knowledge that she was allowing me to explore such a
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mysterious and forbidden part of her. I carefully worked a finger into the
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notch, between the furry lips, and was stunned by the amount of slick
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wetness I found in there. I could feel the bump of her clitoris and, as my
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fingertip touched it, I heard the breath catch in Ellen's throat. It was
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the first sign of life that she had shown. I looked down at her face and
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now her eyes were closed and I could see that she was softly biting her
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lower lip. I began to rub her clit between my (now slippery) fingers and
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listened as her breathing became erratic. I noticed that my sister had
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opened her legs a little for me because my hand now had more room to work.
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I pushed myself further into her pants and I could feel the moist crotch of
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her panties, on the back of my hand, as I now burrowed my middle finger
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deeper into her warm, wet pussy. I was aware of something else now, too.
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There was a new aroma in the room. I couldn't place exactly what it was,
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but I was becoming even more stimulated by it as I explored into the
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mysteries of her most intimate area. Gently working my finger even further
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into her, I came to the slight obstruction of my sister's virginity. I
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knew what it was (and I didn't want to mess around with that) so I pulled
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my fingers back and concentrated my attention on her clitoris again. I
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could tell that she liked being touched there and I began to swirl my
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slippery fingertips around that firm little bump again and again. I could
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feel her responding by pressing her lower body alternately into my hand and
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back onto my excited cock. Ellen was breathing heavily in a matter of
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moments and she began to maneuver herself around more quickly on my hand.
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It was as if she had suddenly taken over. I just let her churn her soft
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pussy on my fingers. I figured that she knew what felt good to her.
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Suddenly she stiffened herself and straightened her legs, strongly
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squeezing my trapped hand between her soft thighs and against her hot,
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sopping crotch. Strange squeaking sounds were coming from her nostrils now
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and I suddenly realized that she was cumming. That I was making her cum!
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Just the thought of that (and her churning against my rock-hard cock) had
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me ready to shoot my load, inside my pants, and I pushed my other arm under
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her so I could hold her small, curvy body against me and fuck at her soft
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butt to get me over. But Ellen suddenly released from her orgasm and she
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went limp, in my arms, for a moment. Then she pulled my hand quickly out
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of her pants and sat up. Her face was red and her blue eyes were wide open
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and wet and her body was heaving as she panted loudly. She emitted a
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breathless little cry and put her hand over her gaping mouth to cover it.
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"What's wrong?" I asked in a hoarse croak. She didn't say anything. She
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just got abruptly up and ran hurriedly out of the living room and up the
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stairs. I was dumbfounded. Why did she do that? Was it because of what I
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had done? Aw fuck, I thought to myself. I was far too horny and wound up
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to think about it right now. I lay quickly on my back and undid my jeans,
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pulling them down a bit to expose my hard cock. I brushed the hair back
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from my forehead and, as I did, I could smell my sister's pussy on my
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fingers. It was a pungent, girlish, wonderfully intoxicating odor. The
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same tantalizing aroma that I had detected earlier but now very sharp and
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close. I put my fingers to my nose and thrilled as I sniffed the smell of
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pussy and began to jack off. I must have only jacked on it seven or eight
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times before I shot my load like I never believed I could. The cum must
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have spurted seven feet in the air! It sprayed all the way over to the
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coffee table and I just kept cumming and cumming. It was the greatest
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orgasm of my life! But then, released from my hormonal frenzy, I was
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suddenly overtaken by the idea of what I had done. Man, was I an asshole!
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I had jerked off my little sister! What the hell had gotten into me? And
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what was she going to do about it? Would she tell Dad? God, did that
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thought scare the shit out of me! If Dad found out that I had touched his
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little Ellen like that, he'd beat me to death with a baseball bat. And I
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couldn't blame him. I'd do the same thing! What should I do now? Tell her
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I'm sorry? Tell her it will never happen again? God, I don't want her to
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hate me! I love her! I want her to look up to me! Shit! What a fucking
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moron I am, I thought.
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I got up and fastened my pants and then I went right up to her room.
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"Ellie," I called through the door, but she didn't answer. I tried the
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knob, but it was locked. Shit, I thought. I'm in more trouble than I had
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ever been in my life! I leaned against the door in despair for a moment,
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but then, being so tired now, I decided to just say "Fuck it" and go to
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bed. I'd have to face the consequences in the morning.
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Chapter 2
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The next day I felt like a real jerk. I was afraid to go downstairs. I
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just lay in bed, for a long time, ashamed (and mad as hell at myself) for
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what I had done last night. I was too embarrassed to see my sister and very
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scared of what my Dad might do. When I finally worked up enough gumption to
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go down, I was surprised to find everything and everyone behaving normally.
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Dad was reading the paper and Mom was going over the bills while Ellen
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talked on the phone to one of her girlfriends. She's been up, with them,
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for hours. She must not have said anything. Mom stopped her check writing
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and made me breakfast and Dad told us that he was taking us to the State
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game this afternoon. Ellen was really excited about that and went on
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telling her girlfriend all about it. It wasn't until the next day, after
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church, that me and Ellen were alone. She was sitting on the sofa, still
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wearing her pretty church dress and reading SEVENTEEN when I came in and
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sat next to her. "Ellie..." I began but she stopped me. "That was a great
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game yesterday, huh?" "Yeah," I answered, puzzled. "I hope Dad get's
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tickets before the season is over again...." she went on and I realized
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that she (like me) wanted to just forget all about what had happened and
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pretend it never did. That was great. I was still unsure of how I stood
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with her and that everything would be normal again so, when she got up to
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go change, I stopped her. "Ellen," I said with rising fear and
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embarrassment, "do you still... love me?" She ran to me quickly and wrapped
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her arms around my neck. "Of course I do, you silly ass!" she said and she
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kissed my cheek and then ran upstairs. That was it then. Things were fine.
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I was afraid for nothing.
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The next few weeks went pretty normal. Linda was with Dave now and
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(though I had a few girls who I talked to at school) I had no real
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girlfriend and no dates. The rotten part was that I began to think about
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Ellen and what I had done with her. The thought of her smell and her warm
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pussy in my hand would make me so horny that I would have to sneak into a
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john stall and jack off into the toilet just to cool down. I started to
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feel awkward around her and unable to talk small-talk (with her) about
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school and friends because (as much as I tried to stop myself) I couldn't
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keep from thinking about what it would be like to actually fuck her. I know
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that sounds crazy. I guess it was. But my thought processes were clouded by
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my desire for pussy. Any pussy! And my sexy little sister had let me touch
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and explore her. She had allowed me access to the mystery of her
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femininity. No other girl had ever done that for me. And, I reasoned, if
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she had let me touch her once, wouldn't she allow me to do it again? Friday
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night, Mom and Dad were away again and I was watching a movie while Ellen
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lay on the floor and gabbed with Alfred E. Newman on the phone. She was
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wearing a pink night-shirt and white panties and that was about it. I
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watched her as she lay on her stomach and causally waved her legs in the
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air and talked. I couldn't keep my eyes away from her. When she had hung up
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she turned her attention to the movie and I could see the crotch of her
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panties, between her slightly parted thighs. I had a boner like you
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wouldn't believe! I wanted her body so bad that I was trembling.
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I couldn't stand it any longer. "Ellie," I called to her and she sat up
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and turned to me, sitting Indian style, with her knees up and her ankles
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crossed. She seemed to be all legs and underpants now. "What?" She smiled
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up at me. What was I going to say? How could I ask her for what I wanted?
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Sitting there, like that, she seemed so sweet and innocent. I was kind of
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afraid and oddly embarrassed. "Come here." I told her. "No," she said,
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still smiling sweetly. "You come down here." I moved like a rocket and sat
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down next to her on the carpet. "Ellie," I asked, into her smiling, pretty
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features, "do you ever think about what we did a few weeks ago?" As I said
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it, I reached between her open legs and rubbed the soft crotch of her
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panties, feeling the twin pillows of her pussy and the indention of her
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slit through the warm material. Her face turned instantly sour and then her
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blue eyes went wide in shocked surprise. "No!" she gasped into my face,
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stretching the word in astonishment, and she roughly pulled my hand from
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her crotch and pushed it back at me. Her face was burning red now and her
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eyes seemed to bore into mine as she leaned to me and firmly said, "Don't
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you EVER touch me, like that, again or I'll tell Mom and Dad what you did!"
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She got to her feet quickly and angrily stomped upstairs, leaving me alone
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on the carpet. I could hear her moving around in the bathroom as I sat on
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the floor and thought about what an absolute asshole I was for asking her.
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After a few minutes I heard her go into her room, slamming the door. Great.
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Now what must she think of me? What a piece of shit I truly am! Why did I
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have to ask her? Why didn't I control myself? I turned off the TV and went
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up to go to bed and try and forget about what a stupid thing I had done -
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again! What was she going to do now? Would she just forget about it again
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(like the last time) or would she really tell Mom or Dad, when they got
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home, to put a stop to me? As I went into the bathroom, I saw her panties
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on the floor by the clothes chute. I couldn't help myself. I picked them up
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and examined the crotch. It was wet with her fluids. I put it to my nose
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and I could strongly smell that enticing pussy scent again. Now I could see
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myself, in the mirror, with my sister's underpants at my face. Did I look
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like a perverted fucker! Feeling like total shit now, I dropped the
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panties, turned out the light and went into my room. Man, I was really low!
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I sat on the edge of my bed for a time and put my face in my hands. That's
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when I heard her come into my room. I looked up and she was just standing
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there in front of me. "What?" I asked, afraid that she was going to slap me
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|
now or yell at me again for what I had done downstairs. She didn't say
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anything. She just reached over and placed her index finger under my nose.
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It was moist and strong with the smell of her pussy. I knew immediately
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what this gesture meant. Letting me sniff her very private smell was her
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way of granting me consent without having to say a word. Man, did my
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hormones kick in! I looked up at her face. It held the same vacant, longing
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expression that I saw on my own face (in the bathroom mirror) when I was
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smelling her panties. I grabbed the bottom of her pink night-shirt and
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pulled it up, exposing her curves to me. She wasn't wearing any underpants
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and I could see her pussy right in front of my face. It was the most
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attractive thing I had ever seen in my life. It looked so much different
|
|
than the last time I had seen it-- when we were both younger. Ellen now had
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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
|
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pussy lips and the button of her clit protruding slightly. I leaned my face
|
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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
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soft hair and I kissed it. I kissed and kissed and kissed that beautiful
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|
thing, savoring its alluring odor while I did it. I put my hands on her
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soft ass cheeks and pushed her lower body to my face. I began to work my
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kisses into the moist slot between the furry, fleshy pads of her pussy and
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I could detect her feminine secretions clinging to my lips. I put my tongue
|
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out to taste her.
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My sister's pussy was sweet but with a salty, lemony tang. I dropped to
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the floor, in front of her, and she held up the hem of her night-shirt and
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lifted one foot onto the bed, to open herself for me, as I grasped her
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baby-soft hips and continued kissing (and now licking) into the tasty,
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|
scented slit between her silky legs. Ellen gripped my shoulders, to steady
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|
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
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of it! "Lay on the bed," I looked up and told her, my voice just a quaking
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whisper. Ellen didn't say a word but she quickly did as I had instructed,
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|
laying herself back on the bed with her legs slightly apart and pulling the
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bottom of her night-shirt up to her thin waist. I wasn't sure of how far I
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|
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
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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
|
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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
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|
bed. It was wonderful! I took Ellen's leg and pulled it over my head so
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|
that I could fully expose her to me. Her thighs were wide apart now, as I
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lay on my stomach with my face at her crotch. I used my fingers to gently
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|
separate the, slightly hair covered, billowy lips of her pussy. I could see
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|
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.
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|
Ellen's hand (with her pink, painted fingernails) suddenly covered the open
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|
display. I took her hand away and held it to her soft thigh as I pushed my
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face to her parted crotch and stuck my tongue deep into her warm vagina.
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|
Her hand squeezed mine tightly and I could hear her breathing stop and see
|
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the muscles of her flat stomach go rigid as I entered her. I explored into
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|
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
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|
to my cheeks and pushed me back. "Don't do it in there, Danny," she said
|
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breathlessly, "it's way too sensitive." She guided my face up so that my
|
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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
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|
her crotch.
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|
|
|
I got to my knees, breathing loudly from my sexual excitement, my face
|
|
wet, from my little sister's pussy, and my large, rigid pole jerking and
|
|
standing up in front of me. Ellen's eyes seemed to go two sizes wider and
|
|
she sat up and looked at my dick with an odd, fearful stare for a moment. I
|
|
started to crawl on top of her but she scampered back from me and then got
|
|
off the bed quickly, running out and shutting my door behind her. What the
|
|
fuck? I wondered. I jumped up and went to her bedroom door but it was
|
|
locked again. "Ellie?" No answer. "Ellen, I'm pretty worked up here! I need
|
|
a little attention." But it was still quiet. After a few moments, I
|
|
resigned myself that it was over and went into the bathroom to jack off. I
|
|
picked up her panties, from the hard tile floor, and sniffed the spicy,
|
|
drying pussy spot as I jerked on my raging cock. Just before cumming, I
|
|
sucked on the slimy stain and then, as the salty-sweet taste of her pussy
|
|
again filled my mouth, jet after jet of cum shot out of me and splashed
|
|
into the toilet. I almost fell over from the intensity of my orgasm. When I
|
|
went downstairs, the next morning, I fully expected to find my Mom and my
|
|
sister crying in each others arms and my Dad coming at me with one of the
|
|
kitchen knives. But no. Everything was normal. Dad was finishing his coffee
|
|
and Mom was putting on her coat. "Good morning, Son," she greeted me,
|
|
smiling brightly. "There's leftover pancakes, in the oven, for you." She
|
|
jestured toward the stove now. "Me and your father are taking your sister
|
|
to her dental appointment," she said, and then she called out to the
|
|
livingroom, "Ellie! Get moving, young lady. We're going to be late!" Dad
|
|
gulped down the last of his coffee and he and my Mother went out to the
|
|
car. I sat down at the kitchen table as my sister came in, buttoning her
|
|
blue coat. "Gosh, I hate the dentist, Danny," she said, as she pulled her
|
|
blond hair up from her collar. "I wish they weren't in such a hurry." I was
|
|
quite aware that she hadn't told on me but I had to know how she was
|
|
feeling this morning. She sure seemed scared of me, when she ran off, last
|
|
night. "Ellie...." "Thank God it's just a cleaning," she went on, pulling
|
|
her red, wool cap onto her head. The car horn sounded impatiently from
|
|
outside. "Gotta' go!" Ellen said melodically, and she went quickly out the
|
|
kitchen door. Sitting alone now, I started to think about everything. It
|
|
was just like the last time. Like she was pretending that it hadn't
|
|
happened at all. Her not wanting to talk, to me, about what I did with her,
|
|
made me come to the conclusion that she must be feeling really bad and
|
|
ashamed and embarrassed about it now. And that thought suddenly made me
|
|
feel real odd and guilty. And, thinking about it some more, I realized that
|
|
the fact that she hadn't told Mom and Dad was an indication that my sister
|
|
really cared about me and didn't want to see me hurt or kicked out of the
|
|
house, in spite of the fact that I was being such an asshole and abusing
|
|
her. Damn me! I made a resolution that day: No matter what, I could not
|
|
allow myself to ever get carried away and do anything, like that, with her
|
|
again! I had to protect my sister-- from me! For the next week, I avoided
|
|
Ellen as much as I could. And this made me feel even worse. After all, she
|
|
was my sister. I wanted and needed to have a relationship with her. But a
|
|
NORMAL relationship! And I didn't know if I could do this right now. Not
|
|
with my raging, teenage hormones. Girls and sex and pussy were on my mind,
|
|
even more than ever, now that I had felt and smelled and touched (and even
|
|
tasted) Ellen. When I wasn't at school (where all the pretty girls were) or
|
|
at home (keeping myself away from my sister), I was locked in my room,
|
|
jacking off, just to keep my sanity. What I needed was a girlfriend.
|
|
Desperately! That would solve my problems. Another girl, who would let me
|
|
work off these sexual needs on her, would naturally take any thoughts of
|
|
sex, with Ellen, away from me.
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|
|
|
On Wednesday afternoon, as I was up in my room studying for exams, Ellen
|
|
came in, still in her blue skirt and green and white checkered top from
|
|
school. "What's up, Danny?" "Just schoolwork," I answered, not looking up
|
|
at her. She sat down on the edge of my bed and watched me for a while. I
|
|
could hear her sigh loudly (every so often) as I tried to read my textbook,
|
|
and take notes. It was very distracting. I wanted to ignore her but I
|
|
couldn't keep myself from glancing over, as she sat there, with her shapely
|
|
legs crossed and her hands clasped on her exposed knee. I looked back down,
|
|
at my book, and tried to forget that she was even there but my eyes kept
|
|
looking up and over to the swells of her breasts, in her blouse, and the
|
|
evident curves of her body, as she sat so demurely and absently watched
|
|
herself rocking her foot up and down. I tried to concentrate, once more, on
|
|
what I was writing but, as I glanced over to her again, she was now leaning
|
|
back and awkwardly reaching, across my bed, for a discarded magazine. As
|
|
the effort caused her legs to part, I could suddenly see up in her skirt
|
|
and I caught a fleeting glimpse of her panties between her thighs. Shit!
|
|
"What do you WANT?" I asked her, irritated. "Oh," she said, sitting up, "I
|
|
don't know. I just wanted company." I put down my pencil and went over to
|
|
the bed and sat down beside her, taking my magazine from her hands and
|
|
tossing it on the floor. "Company?" I asked. "What kind of company?" "You
|
|
know.... " Her expression was pained. Like she wanted to say something to
|
|
me but she couldn't. "No. I DON'T know." I said with rising agitation. She
|
|
smiled shyly and her face blushed red as she put her small hand over her
|
|
mouth and leaned to my ear to whisper (even though we were the only ones in
|
|
the house). "Danny, I want to do sex with you again." "Shit, Ellie!" I was
|
|
mad now. "What about last time? You left me all horny and wouldn't do
|
|
anything!" "God, Danny!" She looked embarrassed. "I don't know what to do!
|
|
You have to show me! And besides, after I get that good feeling, I suddenly
|
|
don't want it anymore. I kinda feel funny. I feel sorta bad. I don't
|
|
know.... I HAVE to get off!" "No Ellie," I said with resolution as I stood
|
|
and coaxed her up from my bed. "No, we can't do that anymore. You're my
|
|
sister! I've thought about it a lot and it would be better, for the both of
|
|
us, if we never do it with each other again!" Her head bent as she turned
|
|
to go but then she turned back to me and smiled devilishly. I watched her
|
|
as she bent her knee and worked her hand, up under her skirt, for a moment.
|
|
Then she pulled her hand out and put her now pasty finger under my nose
|
|
again and grinned as she watched me sniff in the sharp, spicy fragrance of
|
|
her pussy. My eyes closed and my brain quit working instantly. That smell!
|
|
It made the urge to have her grip me with a fury. My cock sprang up, in my
|
|
pants, so quick that it shocked me. She knew (very well now) how much her
|
|
intimate scent intoxicated and controlled me. I took her shoulders and she
|
|
let me lay her back on the bed. Her face held a look of excited expectancy
|
|
as I reached up in her skirt and pulled her soft panties down her legs and
|
|
off of her. The cotton crotch was really soaked. My dick was pounding hard
|
|
and I pulled off my jeans and shorts and leaned over her to push her skirt
|
|
up to her hips. I had never seen anything as desirable as this girl
|
|
looked, laying on my bed, with her legs apart and her sweet pussy exposed
|
|
for me. I had to have her! I got on the bed, between her legs, and then I
|
|
gently lay myself fully on top of her. God! She was so warm and delicate
|
|
feeling under me. I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts and her
|
|
heartbeat against my chest and I could sense the rhythm of her breathing
|
|
beneath me.
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|
|
|
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
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sister with my jizz on her lips soured my stomach. I jumped off of the bed.
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"Get out of here!" I yelled down to her surprised face. "Danny!" "Oh,
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come on Ellie," I shouted at her. "We went too far! I shouldn't have fucked
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you! I could make you have a baby!" She sat up, wiping the sperm and the
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tears of frustration from her face. "Danny," she cried, "I want it! It felt
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so good!" "Come on, Sis! Shit! Go away! Get the hell out of here!" I
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yelled, at her, in guilt induced anger. I watched her face cringe at each
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of my raging words and then she pulled her skirt down over her pussy and
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slowly moved to sit at the edge of my bed. She bent her head and put her
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hands over her face. I could see her tremble and hear her crying now.
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Behind her, I could see the small red spot that she had made on my sheet.
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(What would I tell Mom about THAT?) "Alright!" she suddenly cried as she
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abruptly stood up and walked to the door, leaving me standing there and
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thinking (again) about what a fucking idiot I was. "But remember this," she
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said as she turned and pointed her finger at me. Tears streamed down her
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cheeks and there was a firmness in her little voice, "You broke my cherry,
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Danny! You got my virginity! You took something very special away from me!"
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Was I in trouble again? Was she mad enough to really tell our parents this
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time? "....and whoever fucks me in the future won't matter," she continued,
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"because I'll always belong to you!" With that, she walked out and softly
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closed the door.
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Chapter 3
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When I woke up the following morning, I felt a sickness in my stomach at
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the idea that I had actually fucked my little sister. I couldn't believe
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that I had done it. I felt terrible. I tried to recreate what had taken
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place so that I could justify why I would have done such an awful thing.
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But thinking about what I did, and remembering how my dick felt inside of
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her, caused me to get a super hard erection. Damn that crazy thing! It had
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no conscience or consideration. It seemed to have a mind of it's own. It
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seemed to be fully out of my control. I could do nothing but grasp it and
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start jerking it off so that I could get on with the day. As I jerked on it
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I remembered how Ellen looked, on the bed with her skirt up and her legs
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apart. Her small pussy exposed for me. I remembered laying on her and that
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wonderful kiss and the closeness of our bodies and how terrific the
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sensations of that first penetration. I remembered fucking her and how she
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had fucked back and that sensational feeling of approaching orgasm. Orgasm?
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Had I pulled it out of her before it started? Did I get any in her? Man, it
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was shooting as I pulled it out! What if I HAD gotten some of my cum in
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Ellen? Would she get pregnant? Shit! My boner evaporated in my hand as I
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thought about it. No! I told myself. I pulled it out in time! I KNOW I
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did! But, then I remembered what Mr. Hanson had said in health class; that
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the penis releases some sperm all through intercourse. FUCK! My stomach
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began to knot tightly. What if Ellen IS pregnant? What would I do? Man,
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would we be in trouble! Shit, it would be trouble enough if Ellen got
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knocked up by ANYBODY! But by ME? I couldn't allow myself to think about it
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anymore. It was just too horrifying! I got up and took a shower and dressed
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for school. Everybody was having breakfast when I came down. "Good morning,
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Danny," Mom said, as she put a plate down for me. I looked at the eggs and
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bacon and my stomach turned and twisted. I couldn't bear to look over at my
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sister. "I don't think I can eat, Mom." I said. "My stomach is a little
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messed up." "Dear," Mom said as he came over to me and put her hand on my
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forehead, "are you sick?" "He's okay," Ellen said from the table in a
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bright, happy voice, "he's just got exams today."
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It was good to hear her sounding so natural this morning. It eased the
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pain in my gut a little bit. I looked at her and she smiled at me. Her
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blond hair was all fresh and shiny and clean looking and it reflected the
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sunshine from the window behind her. She looked so cute in her white blouse
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with the little green tie at the neck. "Yeah," I said to Mom, "I'm a little
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nervous about these exams." Mom was relieved that I wasn't sick and so was
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Dad, who wanted me to take care of the yard when I came home from school
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today. They finished their breakfast and both of them left for work,
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leaving me and Ellen alone. As soon as I heard their cars pull away I moved
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a chair over to Ellen's and sat down next to her. "Listen, Sis. I'm really
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scared about what we did yesterday." Her face took on a look of curiosity
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at my tone of voice and what I had said. "Scared? Why?" "Ellen," I said
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emphatically, "don't you know what screwing is all about? I could get you
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pregnant doing that!" "Oh," she said calmly, "you pulled it out." "It
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doesn't matter. It could still happen if I pull it out or not." "Well," she
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said, "don't worry about it. I'm NOT pregnant." I couldn't believe the way
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she sounded so calm and so certain in the face of something this serious.
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"How do you KNOW?" "Because I got my period this morning." "Oh.. wow.. " I
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said lamely. I felt oddly embarrassed because my sister had never discussed
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anything as personal as her periods with me before. But why shouldn't she
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now? After all, we had been lovers. "So that means you're not pregnant?"
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"As far as I know it does," she said, leaning to me now and smiling sweetly
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into my worried expression. "Chill out, Danny. A girl can't be pregnant and
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get her period." Ellen got up and put the breakfast things in the
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dishwasher while I (suddenly hungry) wolfed down the bacon and eggs. I
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drove her to school with me and we parked in the student lot. I still felt
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guilty about fucking her and taking her virginity from her. I just knew
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that it wasn't my place to have done it and that I had somehow dishonored
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my duty as her big brother and did something dirty with a very sweet and
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lovely girl. "Ellie," I said, looking out the windshield because I was too
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embarrassed to face her, "I'm sorry about what I did to you yesterday."
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"Did to me? What did you do?" "You know.... I never should have.... fucked
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you. I blame myself. It wasn't your fault. We've been playing with this sex
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thing and I let it go too far. My horniness is just taking control of me.
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Boys are animals, Sis! We really are dirty things!" Ellen put her little
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hand on my knee and looked directly into my eyes. "Danny, I wanted it! I
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asked you for it. We did it together, remember?" "But I started it... that
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day on the couch. I never should have touched you like that. You're not
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like me, Ellie. Girls are different. They're not horny all the time like
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guys are. You've always been so..... sweet and nice. I'm such a dirty
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bastard!" Ellen laughed. "Danny, you nitwit! I've been getting horny and
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playing with myself (down there) since I was thirteen!" "You have?" I was
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astonished. I would never have imagined Ellen doing such a thing. "And who
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do you think I always fantasized about when I did it?" "I don't know..." I
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thought about who would appeal her. "Donny Osmond? Eddie...?" "I always
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thought about YOU, Danny." "Me?" "Sure," she said, putting her hand on my
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shoulder. "You're my big brother. You love me. You would never hurt me or
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be mean to me. I trust you, Danny. I love you." God, she was embarrassing
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the hell out of me! I could feel my eyes going watery and something made me
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wrap my arms around her and hug her to me tightly and kiss her soft cheek.
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She hugged me back. "I do love you Ellie," I said. "That's why we can't do
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this sex thing with each other anymore. It feels so good but it's just not
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right." "I'll do whatever you say, Danny," she said closely, into my ear.
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"I trust you to tell me what's right." With that, she let me go and got
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out of the car. That week I concentrated on school work and going out for
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the track team. I also tried to ask out a few girls but none seemed to be
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available. Ellen and me shared a pretty normal relationship for the
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remainder of that week and on into the next. We went to a family reunion
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for Thanksgiving. It was at Uncle Ralph's house. It was a pretty good time
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(for a family thing) with a big dinner and everyone dressed up. Ellen wore
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a light blue, frilly dress that all the Aunts and girl cousins raved about.
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She did look so very sexy in it too. Uncle Paul embarrassed her when he
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hugged her at the dinner table and loudly said, to everyone, "Look how our
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little Ellie has blossomed in the last year!" In fact, I found myself
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staring at her (from time to time) as she talked and joked with our
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relatives. I could feel myself getting a boner from the sight of her. It
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was late when we drove home. It was quite a drive (about an hour) and Mom
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fell asleep in the front seat while Dad drove. Me and Ellen were in the
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back and I was just watching the cars go by on the freeway. I suddenly felt
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Ellen's hand on mine and I looked over and saw her smile at me. I smiled
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back and looked back out the side window. That's when I felt her take my
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hand and move it over to her. She placed it on her frilly lap for a mile or
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so and then suddenly I felt her maneuver it down and then up so that my
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hand was now just above the top of her nylon stocking, on her soft thigh,
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under the skirt of her dress. My dick went hard in a split second. It
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almost hurt the way it popped up so fast in my pants. I left it there for a
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while, feeling the heat of her smooth skin and then I felt her hand take
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mine and pull it up further, to the crotch of her lacy panties. God! What
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was she doing? Mom and Dad were only three feet away, in the front seat! I
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looked quickly to the front and saw Dad just staring forward and Mom
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slumped over, toward the passenger window, sleeping. I looked over at
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Ellen's mischievous smile and then down at her sexy, exposed leg, and my
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hand in the bundle of her frilly skirt. Gee, my brain told me, why not? I
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pushed my hand into my sister's underpants. Her pussy was gushing wet with
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her lubricant. My fingers probed into her gooey slit, under the soft
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material of her panties. I felt her clit and, as she spread her legs a
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little, I maneuvered my middle finger up into her hot girl hole. Ellen
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didn't make a sound, and neither did I. I just probed her for a long while.
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She only maneuvered her lower body occasionally to steer my finger to her
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feeling spots. Dad and Mom were totally unaware of what was happening
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behind them and that seemed to heighten my sexual arousal to even greater
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fury. But what was in this for MY satisfaction, I wondered? I reached down,
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with my free hand, and undid my pants. Then I reached over my body to
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Ellen's hand and placed it in my undershorts. Her hand found my hard dick
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but she pulled it right back out. What the fuck? I pulled her hand back
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|
again but she resisted, pulling her hand back from me. Then I suddenly
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|
realized something. Ellen had never touched ME. I had done it all to HER.
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She had never touched a dick in her life. I pulled my hard cock out of my
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pants and leaned over to her to whisper. "Touch it, Sis!" "No," she
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whispered back. "Come on," I whispered directly in her ear, "I'm doing
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YOU!" I put her hand on me again and this time she grasped my shaft. Her
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little hand felt so great on me. All the while my other hand was probing
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|
into her wet pussy. As she began to explore my cock, I began to massage her
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clit. I found that if I went to her clit, with my hand, whenever she made
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me feel good (with hers) I could signal her as to what would get me off.
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|
After a while she was jacking me off pretty good. Her hand moved slow but
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she was doing it at just the right spot. I started to rub her clit harder
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|
as I felt my own orgasm near.
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The car had left the freeway and we were now in a more lighted area. It
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was a bit scary because people in other cars could see us and the back seat
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|
was brighter. I could detect the smell of sex in the air around me and if
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Dad looked in the rear-view mirror... But he didn't and Ellen kept jacking
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and I kept twiddling and suddenly Ellen's legs went stiff and stretched and
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her hand tightened on me and I knew she was having an orgasm. That was
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|
enough to put me over and I started to cum, big time. The first shot of
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sperm flew up and hit the headliner of the car. This shocking event caused
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me to quickly put my free hand over the dick-head to act as a barrier for
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the rest of the spurts. Ellen's silent orgasm released her and she relaxed,
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next to me. I looked to the front seat. Dad had seen nothing. I looked up
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and a strand of sperm was hanging like a pendulum above me. Just at that
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|
moment it came down and plopped on my forehead. Ellen saw it and started to
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|
laugh loudly. "What's so funny back there?" Dad said and he started to turn
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his head. I pulled my hand quickly from my sister's crotch and she (just as
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|
quickly) pulled her hem down and crossed her legs. "Nothing." Ellen said,
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|
trying to contain her laughter. I had my hands over my dick and I started
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|
to button my pants when Dad had turned away. My lap was sopping with cum. I
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wiped my forehead with my shirtsleeve and looked over to see my sister
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still giggling.
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Chapter 4
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A long weekend followed in which nothing much happened. I hung around
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the house and Mom and Dad were busy with shopping and such. Ellen had gone
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|
to stay the weekend with her girlfriend Chris. With her away (and with
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|
thoughts of what we had done in the back seat of the family car) I seemed
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|
to crave her. This puzzled me. I didn't want my mind so occupied with the
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|
sexual attributes of my kid sister. It made me feel uneasy and kind of
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|
dirty. I just couldn't figure it all out. I had again made up my mind to go
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|
back to what I considered a "normal" relationship with her and keep these
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|
"sick" thoughts (of my sister's body) away from my mind. But then I would
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|
be watching TV and see a cute girl and start thinking about the feel of
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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
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|
her again. My buddy Phil called on Sunday and wanted me to go to the movies
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|
with him and his sister, Janice. I went, reluctantly because I wanted to be
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|
home when my sister got back. The movie was a bore and Phil and Janice
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|
didn't add to my mood. Phil wanted me to "get to know" his sister. She was
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|
just like he was; loud and clowning around. She looked just like Phil too;
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skinny with red hair and freckles. She even wore jeans and the same leather
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|
jacket as he did but she had a sexy ass and cute little tittie bumps in her
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|
t-shirt. Phil kept trying to make her talk to me but the way that she
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ignored me let me know that she wasn't interested. We stopped at a fast
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|
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.
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|
"Come on, Dan! You're a big ball of laughs tonight," Phil said
|
|
sarcastically. "Have some fun!" "Yeah, sure." "Tell him another joke, Jan,"
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Phil ordered. "Okay," she said. Then she thought a moment while she ate a
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french fry. "I know," she suddenly said, excitedly. "This guy gets married
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|
and calls his Dad after his honeymoon. The Dad asks him how it was and the
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|
guy says "Great! She was a virgin!" and the Dad says, "Get rid of her
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|
then!" And the guy says, "Why?" and the Dad says "Because if she wasn't
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good enough for her own brothers, why should you have her?" Phil and
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Janice laughed and laughed but my stomach suddenly went sick. "That's
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funny?" I asked. "Sure," Phil said. "Yeah," Janice added. "You know what
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|
they say, "Incest is best, put your brother to the test!"
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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
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jumped in, "what are you....sick?" They took me home. Everyone was asleep.
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I looked in my sister's room on my way to bed. She was sleeping soundly. I
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had the crazy idea of going to her bed and feeling her pussy while she was
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|
asleep. I shook that idiotic thought from my mind and went to my room to
|
|
jack off (thinking about Ellen) and sleep.
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The next day, at school, I was horny as a goat. All the girls just seemed
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|
to look terrific and I fantasized about fucking all of them or eating their
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|
pussies. I couldn't wait to get home to relieve my sexual desire with
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Ellen. When I got home, Ellen was already there. Her chubby friend Kathy
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|
was with her and they were working on some class project. I sat in the
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|
living room and watched them work at the dining room table. Ellen was
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|
wearing a short skirt that really enhanced her young figure. Her top
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|
buttoned and she had one too many unbuttoned so I could see flashes of her
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white bra when she bent over the table to point something out to Kathy.
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|
Looking at her was driving me mad. Why did she have to have KATHY here? Why
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|
couldn't we be alone? After a time, Ellen went into the kitchen to get a
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snack for her and her friend. I jumped up and followed her in. I walked up
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|
behind her, as she looked in the cupboard, and put my arms around her so
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|
that my hands were on her breasts and I pushed my hard-on against the crack
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|
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.
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|
"Are you CRAZY?" she said, her eyes wide with a look of disgust. "What do
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|
you mean?" I asked, angry now that she implied that I was nuts. "Kathy's
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here," she said, "and besides... I don't want to do that kind of dirty
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|
thing anymore." I was totally baffled now. I looked it, too. Ellen walked
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|
away from me, to the refrigerator. She took out some sandwich meat and
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mustard. I watched her make two sandwiches but all the while I stared at
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her cleavage (between the part of her blouse). She noticed me and looked
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|
down at her chest. She made a grunt of disapproval and buttoned the top two
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|
buttons. "Is that ALL you ever think about?" she asked, with a tone of
|
|
disdain. "I'm HORNY!" I pleaded at her. Ellen made a face and gestured for
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me to quiet down. "Go jack off then," she said in a bitchy voice, and then
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|
she took the food out to Kathy. Damn her! I thought, as I stood alone now
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|
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.
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|
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
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|
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
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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.
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|
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|
They were all size 5. Did that mean Mom or Ellen? Shit! With no panties
|
|
to smell I just left the house and took a long run to try and exercise away
|
|
my craving. That night, I watched Ellen closely as she ate dinner across
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|
from me. Damn she looked good. That long, blond hair. Those full, pouty
|
|
lips of hers. The twin swells of her breasts in her blouse. She didn't seem
|
|
to be looking over at me at all. She was just talking about school and her
|
|
friends with Mom and Dad. Was she serious, this afternoon, when she had
|
|
said that she didn't want to have sex anymore? I couldn't believe that. Not
|
|
after as far as we had gone with each other. I knew that I could talk her
|
|
into screwing again if I could just get her alone. "Ellie," I asked, "would
|
|
you like to go to a movie, with me, tonight?" I figured that I could stop
|
|
and fuck her, in the back seat of my car, on the way home. She looked at me
|
|
with a non-committal face. "Thanks Danny, but Kathy's coming back to help
|
|
me finish my project." Shit! Did she smile a little after she refused? Did
|
|
she know what I wanted? "That's sweet, Danny," Mom said, "taking your
|
|
sister to a movie. You never asked her before." I looked quickly down at my
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|
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
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|
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.
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|
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|
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
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body to me and pushed her soft lips to mine, holding my stiff, exposed dick
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in her diminutive hand and squeezing it. It was more than ready. "Stop
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talking," she whispered, "I want to fuck!" She got to her knees and then
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she straddled my prone body so that her pussy was over my loins. I looked
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down and I could see the open cleft at her fuzzy crotch. She reached under
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her, to my dick, and steered it as she lowered herself down. The sensitive
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head (of my cock) felt the hot, wet contact of her pussy and started
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bucking already. It was thrilling as she slowly settled on it, taking it in
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to her carefully because of her extreme tightness. When she was fully on
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me, and our pubic bones were meshed, I could feel the roof of her insides
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pressing on my dick-head. It was wonderful! I ran my hands up and down the
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sides of her soft, curvy body as she sat still on me, her face showing a
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curious grimace.
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"Are you alright?" I asked. "God, you're so BIG," she quietly squealed,
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as she sat there, with her eyes closed, waiting to get used to me. I
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reached up and grasped her warm breasts, squeezing lightly. I couldn't keep
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myself from pushing my shaft up, into her, from the bed. Man, my little
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sister felt so good! Just being inside her again was ecstasy! Then she put
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her hands on my shoulders, as she leaned over me, and Ellen started to
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slowly screw herself on my cock. It was heaven! I strained up with my head
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and took one of her nipples into my mouth. It was thumb-tip sized and soft
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and tasted slightly salty. I began to suck on it as she fucked me, still
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squeezing her other firm, breast in my hand. "Oh yes!" she whispered, "that
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feels so good! Suck on it, Danny!" After only a few moments, I was ready to
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spurt! I pulled my mouth from her tit and pulled her upper body down,
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motionless, on top of me. "Stop or I'll cum in you," I urgently whispered.
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"Okay," she panted in my ear, "let's just lay and feel each other until
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your cum feeling goes away." God! It was harder to be motionless, inside of
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her, than it sounded. I hugged her soft, slim body tightly to me for a
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time, feeling her chest heaving with her excited breathing and her fragrant
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hair on my face and her hot pussy clasping at my sensitive, rigid cock.
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After at time, my feeling of orgasm subsided a little and I started to
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thrust my cock up into her again to show her that I was ready. Ellen got up
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on her arms and she began to fuck me some more, churning her pubic bone on
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mine as my cock pressed deeply into her hot, restrictive belly. The smell
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of her sex filled my nostrils as I looked down and watched her curvy hips
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working in a fuck motion. I could hear the squishy sound of her pussy now,
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as she worked it on me. I could also see, at her flat lower stomach, her
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little, ash-blonde pubic patch meshing, in sexual intercourse, with my,
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brillo-like, black hair. God! The sight made me want to boil over with cum
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again and I quickly pulled her back down and held her body motionless,
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against me, once more. "Oh, I was so close!" she breathlessly cried in my
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ear. "God you feel so good, Ellie! I can hardly stand it! You're going to
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make me cum in you if you don't stop!" My sister cried noises of
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frustration on top of me and began to kiss my ear and my neck and my chin
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and my cheeks as I lay under her and tried to calm myself down. "Make me
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cum," she breathlessly whispered between her kisses. "I want to cum, Danny.
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I need to cum. I want to feel what it's like to cum with you inside me."
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Ellen tried to work her pussy on my sensation receptive cock but I quickly
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grabbed her round, baby-soft ass and held it firmly to keep her from
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pushing me over the edge. We lay for a time more, holding our naked bodies
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tightly together and panting into each others' ears. We were becoming slick
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with sexual heat and perspiration as we clung to one another in the
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darkened room. "Okay," I finally whispered, as I realized that I had calmed
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down a little bit. "But go slow, Ellie." Ellen grabbed my shoulders tightly
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and pushed her upper body back up over me. I could see her eyes close and
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her face take on a determined, dreamy expression as she started to resume
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her fucking motion on me. I again took her sweaty breast into my mouth and
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sucked its large, hard nipple as I grasped the curves of her hips and felt
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the urgency of her quickening fuck movements. I tried, with all of my
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might, not to even think about cumming as she strongly gyrated her sexy
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little body on me. Ellen bent her head down to my ear and whispered, "I'm
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almost there, Danny. I want you to kiss me, real hard, while I cum." I
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moved my mouth to find hers and, as our tongues entwined, I felt her body
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suddenly go rigid. She started to moan into my face, through her nose, and
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her lips clamped tighter on mine and she began to suck my mouth violently.
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I could feel her pussy spasm and it started to squeeze my dick with a
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velvety wet clamp as she ground her little pussy, fast and hard, on my dick
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bone. It took all the strength I had to keep myself from erupting into her.
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I strained against my approaching orgasm and I pushed my cock up into her
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and waited until she had fully climaxed and, at the first hint of her
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relaxing, I pulled her back down on top of me and held her tightly.
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She pulled her mouth away from mine and said, "Oh, God!" And then she
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pulled her lower body up so that my swollen dick pulled out of her with a
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loud, wet, suction sound. "Oh God, Danny," she repeated, breathlessly.
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"It's so sensitive now. I can't have it inside me anymore." "What?" I asked
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in her ear. She lay herself back down on me so that her fuzzy pubic mound
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rested on my throbbing cock. "I'm tingling all over, Danny. I think I'm
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still cumming! Ohhhh! It was wonderful," she cooed in my ear, "but my pussy
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just tickles too much now to have you in me anymore." "But what about me?
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How do I get off?" She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I'll work
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it out of you with my hand again." Well, I reasoned, I really didn't want
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to take the chance of cumming in her.... I was so horny now that anything
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would feel good. But, in my hormonal rage, an idea came to me. "Ellie," I
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asked, "do you think you could put it in your mouth?" "What?" "You
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know...." "Blow you?" She sounded irate and she lifted her head from my
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shoulder and looked directly at me. "I'm not going to blow you, Danny!"
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"God, Ellie! I licked your pussy!" "Yeah, but you like it!" "No I don't," I
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lied, "I did it for YOU. So you would get pleasure. Couldn't you do the
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same for me?" She was quiet for a while and she bent her head so that her
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forehead was touching my collar bone. I wondered what was going through her
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mind. "Well, okay," she said reluctantly, "but don't you dare cum in my
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mouth!" "Oh, never!" I said. Ellen sat up and leaned over and suddenly the
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room was full of light. She had turned on the lamp. "What?" "I want to see
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it," she said, as she moved to sit, cross legged, next to my thighs, "I
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want to see it when you cum." "Yeah, sure." I looked down at her pretzeled
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little body as she leaned over my dick and held it in her hand. She
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gazed at it, pasty with her drying moisture, for long moments. "It smells
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like pussy," she observed, crinkling her nose. "Shouldn't you go clean it?"
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"No," I assured her, "it's YOUR pussy!" She shrugged and dropped her tongue
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to the tip of it. The warm, wet contact made me shiver. "This is so nasty,"
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she whispered, looking at me over the top of my dick and grinning in pained
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embarrassment, "I can't believe I'm doing this." But then she put the head
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between her lips and softly sucked on it. Son of a bitch it was
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spectacular! My cock just thrilled from it. She pulled her face back a
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little and now seemed to be minutely examining my shaft and my balls for a
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few moments. A drop of excited pre-cum appeared out of the opening of my
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dick as she held it firmly in her hand. She turned her head to me, pulling
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her hair over so that I could see her pretty face. Then my little sister
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started to jerk me off, leaning down to just lick or kiss the head every so
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often. "Put it in your mouth," I softly instructed. Ellen made a sour face
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but she bent over and put the head between her lips again, sucking now as
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she jacked me. She scraped me with her teeth a couple of times (at first)
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but, as she got used to what she was doing, I could sense that she was
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becoming interested in how to please me and that she was actually getting
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into it herself. Her eyes closed (the way they did when she was kissing)
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and her sucking and jacking soon began to feel deliciously sensual and
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wondrous. After a time, she started to slowly lick my cock, from the base
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to the tip, with long, wet tongue strokes, as she gripped my shaft and
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squeezed it. The sensations made me whimper and lift my ass from the bed.
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"Does this feel good?" she asked, smiling coyly as she looked up my body at
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me.
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"Hell, yes!" I quietly squealed. Now she swirled her tongue around the
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throbbing head, causing me to gasp and clutch at my bed sheets. Then it
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seemed like she was trying to see just how much of me she could take into
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her pretty mouth. She began squeezing my balls gently, with one hand, as
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she pumped the base of my shaft with the other and lowered her face to my
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loins so that my cock head pushed deep into her hot, sucking mouth. I could
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feel her breath on my pubic hair and hear the baby-like sounds she made as
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she nursed on me and her tender tongue worked at tickling my most sensitive
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area. It charged me with an almost unbearable, compelling ecstacy. I could
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feel my balls tighten, as she cradled them in her hand, and they began to
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gush with my load. I reached quickly down and pulled her hair back so that
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I could see my cock disappearing into that sweet mouth....... "I'm
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cumming!" I urgently whispered and she pulled her face back as if my dick
|
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had been a snake. She kept jacking me though and you should have seen her
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eyes light up, like a kid on Christmas morning, when I started to spurt
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huge, milky wads into the air. "Wow!" she exclaimed, as she looked down at
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my dick and the pearly cum that was shooting out and then oozing from the
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tip and dripping down the shaft and over her jacking hand. She was smiling
|
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brightly at what she had done. Then, to my awe, Ellen suddenly leaned over
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and took the, sperm coated, head of my dick into her mouth and sucked on
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it, thrilling me beyond belief as I felt her draw out the last of my orgasm
|
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and my thick jizz along with it. When I was fully spent, she pulled her
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mouth from me and sat up, licking my cum from her pretty lips with a
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thoughtful expression on her face, as if she were testing a recipe that she
|
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had concocted. Then she looked at me, pulling her long blond hair around to
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the back of her head again, and said, matter-of-factly, "Your cum isn't so
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icky, I guess. It's kind of bitter though," she casually stated, "but it's
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sweet... with a sort of a pepper taste to it." That's when we heard our
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parents door open and Ellen quickly reached over and turned out the light.
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We sat together in the darkness and listened to the sounds of Dad taking a
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squirt. Then the toilet flushed and we heard him go back to bed. Ellen got
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up and pulled her night-shirt on over her head. "Thank's Ellie," I said,
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"that was great!" She leaned over the bed and kissed me with a passionate,
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open mouth. I could taste my sperm on her tongue as she did it. When she
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pulled her lips away, she looked into my eyes and sweetly whispered, "I
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love you, Danny." Then she stood up and quietly left the room.
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Chapter 5
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The next morning, I drove Ellen to school with me. She was very quiet on
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the way. "What's with you?" I asked as I parked the Firebird. "I don't
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|
know," she answered. "I feel kind of funny this morning." "What do you mean
|
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"funny"?" "I don't know, Danny. I just don't feel right about last night. I
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|
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
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a pained whisper. "Oh Ellen, a lot of girls do that..." "Not nice ones,
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|
Danny." "Ellen, you're a nice girl. You're the nicest girl I can think of."
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"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
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her (looking around to make sure that nobody saw me). "No, Ellie," I told
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|
her, "you're just as sweet as can be. Don't think about it that way. It
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|
felt great to me. I really loved it!" Ellen hugged me back and opened the
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car door. "Just don't ask me to do it again," she said, wiping her wet
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cheeks with her fingertips.
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"Alright," I answered, "....if it makes you feel so bad." She started
|
|
to get out but I reached over and grabbed her arm. "What about the other
|
|
things, Ellie? Can we do the other things again?" "I don't want to talk
|
|
about it right now." "Ellie?" I demanded. "Maybe. When I'm in the mood.
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|
Maybe." I let her go and watched her walk toward her friends, her cute
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|
little ass swaying sexily in her tight blue jeans. We didn't do anything
|
|
for the next month. We were alone many times, but we occupied ourselves
|
|
with other things. It was like we had gone back to just being brother and
|
|
sister again. I started to feel better about myself. I still wasn't scoring
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|
with any chicks but Christmas came and went and now I was on the track team
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|
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
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|
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
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|
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
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|
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
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|
propped her head up on her elbow. It was like the first time when I felt
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|
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
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|
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
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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
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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)
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|
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
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them down, past my pipe-like dick. I had to scoot down a bit, to get into
|
|
the proper position, but I held my cock and pushed it between her thighs so
|
|
that the tip was pressing at her wet opening. It was incredible! I could
|
|
feel Ellen move so that we could get a better angle for penetration and
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|
then I felt her legs part slightly and her hand grasped my dick (from
|
|
between her thighs) and maneuvered it 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
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pillows of her warm ass cheeks.
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But what was I to do now? I couldn't just fuck her with our parents in
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|
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 ohhh did it feel so wonderful! As I fucked her, I ran my hand up and
|
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down her soft, girlish frame, from her shoulder, down her thin waist and up
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the curve of her hip and down her bare thigh. I ran my hand up under her
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night-shirt and up her smooth little body to pet and stroke her warm,
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fleshy breast and supple nipple. I knew that we would not be able to "get
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|
off" this way but it was just so delicious being sexually joined to her
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|
with such danger in the room. I became aware that Ellen's hand was between
|
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her legs and that she was rubbing her pussy with my dick inside of her. I
|
|
could feel the motion of her slick pussy flesh on the base of my cock as
|
|
her fingers worked at her clit. I could also feel her insides tighten
|
|
whenever her clit would telegraph a jolt of pleasure through her body.
|
|
This, in turn, would send a thrilling jolt through my sensitive, buried
|
|
dick! Wow! Man, was this exciting! I could hardly stand it! What an
|
|
incredible situation! Fucking my sister, right here, under Mom and Dad's
|
|
nose! I moved my hand to the soft curve of her hip and (ignoring the
|
|
danger) began to fuck her faster (pushing in deeper and pulling her onto my
|
|
cock). Ellen responded by manipulating her clit, with her fingers, a little
|
|
faster. I held her girlish curves more tightly now and started to really
|
|
ram myself into her (but with very little noticeable movement and
|
|
absolutely no sound!). I worked my other hand under her body so that I
|
|
could clutch her firm little breast as I fucked her. It's nipple stood out
|
|
like a hard thimble and I squeezed it and pulled her hip back on me and
|
|
thrust my cock deeply into her again and again and again. We fucked and
|
|
fucked, like this, for quite an exciting while. It was so nasty and
|
|
dangerous and thrilling to churn my sex into hers with our parents right in
|
|
the same room. 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 orgasm 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 thick, hot 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 cum and now I could
|
|
faintly hear her trying to catch her breath as her orgasm released her. I
|
|
was still cumming though. I could feel her start to pull forward, to get my
|
|
cock out of her, but I had a strong hold of both her curvy hips and I held
|
|
her baby-soft, shapely, little body in place so that I could pump the rest
|
|
of my cum into her. Thinking back, I know it was the best orgasm I ever had
|
|
in my life! I nearly passed out from the thrill of it! But, through it all,
|
|
we remained perfectly silent (both staring ahead at the TV) as if nothing
|
|
were happening.
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|
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When I was completely spent, I let go of her and she scootched forward
|
|
and sat up, pulling the cover of the blanket abruptly off of us. What the
|
|
hell was she doing? I quickly reached down and pulled my shorts up over my
|
|
slimy, wet dick. Mom looked over. "Ellen," she said. "You should go to bed
|
|
right now, honey. You DO look flushed! Are you okay?" "Sure, Mom," Ellen
|
|
said breathlessly, wiping the moisture from her face. She got up, leaving
|
|
the blue blanket behind and stood in front of the couch. "I AM tired
|
|
though." "You go on to bed," Mom went on. "You might be coming down with
|
|
something. You really look funny." Suddenly (and with immense horror) I
|
|
noticed the large, pearl-colored glop of thick, clingy sperm that was
|
|
trailing slowly down the inside of my sister's leg. It was plainly visible,
|
|
as it slimed past the side of her knee, from just under her night-shirt. I
|
|
quickly jumped up and wrapped the blanket around her to hide it. "Here,
|
|
Sis!" I almost yelled, "You don't want to get chilled again!" Ellen, now
|
|
wrapped in the blanket and with a curious, befuddled expression on her
|
|
face, walked slowly upstairs. Mom and Dad turned back to the TV. I sat down
|
|
heavily, my heart pounding. They had seen nothing! The next day was Sunday
|
|
and we went to Mass. Ellen acted funny as she sat next to me, looking so
|
|
sweet and pretty, in her pink Sunday dress. I kept moving 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
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dripping out of me in long strings! I didn't know what to do with it all! I
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went into the bathroom and wiped and wiped but it just kept coming out. In
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fact, it dripped out of me all night! My pussy smells like a dead fish this
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morning!" Her blue eyes started to tear up and her chin dimpled and
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trembled as she continued. "I had to sit there," she cried loudly now,
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"...in church... and listen to him talking about mortal sin.... while I
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thought about me and you... and what we've been doing... and all of your
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little... THINGS swimming around in me.....!" "Well," I said calmly to her
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hysterical face. "don't worry about it." I tried to think of something that
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would calm her down. "I don't think my sperm will work on you, me being
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your brother." "It won't?" "No! I don't think so. How many people have you
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ever heard of who had Aunts and Uncles for parents?" I could see her
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calming down as she stopped sobbing and thought about it. "There isn't
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any," I assured her. "My sperms and your eggs are way too much alike. They
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won't mix. Forget about it!" It worked. She believed me because I believed
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it now myself. The following Monday was her sixteenth birthday and she had
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a big party with lots of her friends from school there. Eddie (Alfred E.
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Newman) was there and he was all dressed up for the occasion. So was Ellen.
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She wore a great looking, lacy, white dress. I bought her a necklace with a
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diamond in it. I don't know why. It cost me almost all the money I had
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saved but you should have seen her face when I clasped it at her neck. It
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was the best present she got and she was crazy about it. Somebody put music
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on and Ellen danced with every boy there, except for me. (She would never
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dance with her brother in front of her friends.) I remember watching her
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and feeling an odd sort of jealousy. God, that was queer! Being jealous of
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your own sister! I was helping Mom make more sandwiches (Dad went out for
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the night to be away from the commotion) and Mom leaned to me and said,
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"Your sister is so pretty and lovely tonight, Danny."
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"Yeah, I guess so," I said as I handed her another loaf of bread. "This
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is such a special day for a girl," Mom went on, "you probably don't
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understand such things, Danny, but today our Ellie is sweet sixteen." Mom
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sighed loudly now and wiped a tear from her eye with the back of her hand.
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"She's our family's little angel," she said in a voice breaking from
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emotion, "and today she's sweet sixteen.. and has never been kissed." I
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suddenly felt sick. I went back into the family room where the party was.
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Ellen and Eddie were gone. I asked about her and her friends said that she
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and Eddie had gone outside. They all laughed about Eddie having something
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to give her. I went outside to look for them. They were at the picnic table
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in the back yard. Ellen was wearing Eddie's suit jacket and they were
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whispering and laughing with each other. I hid in the bushes, shivering.
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Then I saw him kiss her and she kissed him back (the way she had kissed
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me). I turned away. I couldn't stand to see that. Ellen seemed really happy
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for the next week. She could go out with Eddie now and he seemed to call
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for her (and take her out) almost every night. I asked her what she and
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Eddie were doing (when I found her alone in her room one day, painting her
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toenails). "Nothing," she said casually. "He just takes me to the show and
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stuff." Ellen was wearing a pretty, white, baby-doll nightie and she looked
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so warm and sexy as she sat on her bed with her exposed legs drawn up and
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her knees out to her sides, bending over and carefully applying the polish.
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I couldn't help staring at her smooth thighs and the crotch of her frilly
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underpants. I could also see one of her breasts, down the neck opening of
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her nightie. She wasn't wearing a bra. "Does he try anything with you?" I
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asked, as I felt myself harden in my shorts. I wanted her again. Right now.
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"That's none of your business!" she said, not bothering to even look up at
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me. "Ellie...?" I whimpered to her. She looked up now and I saw her pretty
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face contort into a sour expression as she noticed that I was rubbing the
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evident outline of my hard cock through the front of my pants. "God!" she
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whined in revulsion, "Get out of my room, Danny!" Man, I was really fucked
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up. For the next week, I worked hard at keeping myself occupied with track
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and stuff. I met a girl named Shelly. She was really sweet and cute as
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could be. She had black hair and pale skin and freckles. She was in my new
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second semester Biology class. I asked her out and she said yes so I took
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her to an Elton John concert. She had a really good time (and so did I) and
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she gave me a really great kiss when I took her home. I didn't try anything
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with her but the way that she held her body against me, when we kissed,
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telegraphed a message that I could get somewhere with her in the future if
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I tried. When I got home, everyone was asleep except for Ellen. She was
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sitting on the couch in the quiet livingroom. "Have fun?" she asked, though
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it was plain that she didn't want to know. She seemed oddly mad at me.
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"Yeah!" "Did she give you any?" Ellen's eyes blazed at me. "She kisses real
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good," I said, as I hung up my coat. Ellen walked over to me and pointed a
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finger in my face. "You fucker!" she almost screamed it. "What's the deal?"
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I asked her. "That dirty little tramp!" "Tramp? You don't even know
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Shelly." "I don't WANT to know her!" Then it hit me. Ellen was jealous!
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Just as I had been! Something made me grab her and hold her to me but she
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pulled away and turned her back to me. "It's no big deal," I found myself
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saying. "I only kissed her once." I found it all very comical. But then I
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noticed that Ellen was actually crying. God, this was a sick situation but
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I felt strangely sorry for her. I turned her around. Big tears were rolling
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down her cheeks. I took her in my arms again and hugged her tightly. She
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hugged me back this time though. I took her to the couch and pulled the
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wet, blond hairs from her cheeks.
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"Ellie, what's the matter?" "I don't know," she said, as she folded her
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hands on her lap and looked away from me. "It's crazy, I know it is, but I
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can't stand the thought of another girl touching you." I knew the feeling.
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"Listen," I said, "we're both a little screwed up right now. But we need to
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see other people. It's the right thing for both of us. I felt the same way
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about you and Eddie. But now I'm getting more used to it. It's good that
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you and Eddie go out and I should go out with Shelly." Ellen put her face
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in her hands and cried some more, only harder now. "Ellie, come on! It's
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not that bad!" She looked at me now with a red, teary face. "It IS!" she
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choked. "Why?" "Danny, I missed my period. It was supposed to happen
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yesterday, but it didn't. And nothing today either. I've been waiting up to
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tell you." Fear gripped me as I heard her cry the words. I was dumbfounded.
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I just sat there for a while and listened to her cry while my heart pounded
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loudly in my chest. "Well," I finally asked her, "have you and Eddie
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been.... fucking?" Ellen's eyes got wide and flashed anger and she suddenly
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started pounding me with her little fists. "You bastard!" she shrieked and
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I had to grab her flailing hands and hold them as I signaled for her to be
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quiet so that she wouldn't wake up Mom and Dad. "What do you think I am, a
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whore?" she cried wetly. "There's been no one but you, Danny!" I grabbed
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her and hugged her to me tightly again as she cried and cried into my
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shoulder. As odd as this may sound to you, I knew that Ellen was really a
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very decent girl (even though she had let ME fuck her). I wished I hadn't
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asked her that stupid question now but it was MY jealousy talking. Ellen
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and I were terrified for the next few days about her being pregnant. I
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couldn't eat or sleep. My stomach was a knotted mess and I could see that
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Ellen was the same way. Guilt and shame were eating up the both of us. How
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would we ever get out of this situation? How could we tell our parents
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about this unthinkable thing that we had done? What about the little baby
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that we would be having? There wasn't a moment of the day that I wasn't
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tied in a knot, worrying myself sick about the consequences of fucking my
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sister. On Monday morning, I woke up and went into the bathroom. I could
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hear Mom and Dad talking normally downstairs. I wondered how they would be
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talking when we told them that their lovely, teenage daughter was pregnant
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by their fucking idiot son? Ellen, wearing her yellow robe and fuzzy
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slippers, came into the bathroom while I was pissing. "What?" I asked,
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irritated by her intrusion and my lack of sleep. She didn't say anything.
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She just reached under the sink and pulled out one of those tampons and
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then she stood and grinned widely at me as she waved it happily in front of
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my eyes. "I got my period," she sang and then she turned and almost danced
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out of the bathroom. Man, was that a relief! Thinking back, I don't
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remember us ever doing anything sexual with each other again. I wanted to a
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few times. Oh, I may have just felt her up, once or twice, in fun. Ellen
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got much shapelier during the next year and the sight of her body (in a
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bikini or her bra and panties) would drive anyone wild. But we just stopped
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and went back to a totally normal relationship. I love Ellen a lot and I
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know that she loves me. She's married, to a plumbing fixture salesman, and
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has three kids now. She still looks very sexy and Ted's a fucking lucky
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guy. I'm married (to Shelly) and we have two little girls (one named
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Ellen). Me and Ellen never talk about what we did as kids and I often
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wonder if she remembers it, or ever thinks about it, the way I do. Would I
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still fuck her? I don't know.
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I'll tell you one thing though. I have never forgotten that thing she
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told me once; "You got my cherry, Danny. And no matter who fucks me in the
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future, I'll always belong to you!" Funny. I always think about that when I
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look at her husband, Ted.
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The End.
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