My sister Ellen

It all started when I was a senior in high school, sixteen years old, practically an adult. My grades weren't great, but at least I didn't fail. I hadn't met any girls who were completely infatuated with me, but I had a pretty good girlfriend. Her name was Linda, and she was quite pretty. We often went to movies, concerts, or whatever.

During that time, my sexual desires were incredibly strong, almost to the point of madness. But, as you might guess, I had never had any experience, absolutely no experience with sex. I had never had sex with Linda, nor before. I was constantly looking for any possible opportunity; I really wanted it. At that age, my hormones were practically surging with me every day.

I often took Linda to the movies and then to fast food. When I drove her home, I'd park in front of her house (I had a great car that Linda liked), and she'd let me kiss her in the car. Linda was a decent kisser, but she didn't like the feeling of tongue contact. Then I started kissing her neck (Linda's long brown hair always had a captivating fragrance), and my hands began to wander restlessly to her nipples.

Every time this happened, she would say something like, "I'm going inside."

She would try to push me away, while I would try to see if I could make any progress (like putting my hand inside her clothes). But she would still stubbornly push me away, and I would reluctantly let her go back.

It was a really uncomfortable feeling! And very embarrassing. Our dates always ended in this awkward atmosphere. When I got home, I would always have to masturbate to temporarily relieve my urges and barely be able to fall asleep.

Then the next day, I wouldn't be so impulsive. When I saw Linda, I would talk to her, apologize, and promise her it wouldn't happen again. Then until the next date, I would behave myself.

One day after school, I ran into Linda in the hallway. She was wearing her sweater and tight jeans, and she looked really pretty.

"Hey! Linda!" I called out to her. "How was your day?"

I walked over to her. She smiled at me, but her smile seemed a little tense, a little forced. There seemed to be a strange look in her brown eyes.

"Hey, Danny," she said, "anything fun going on lately?"

"There's a soccer game tonight," I told her. "Want to come?"

Linda looked away, clutching her book tighter. "I can't go tonight," she said softly. "I have a lot of homework."

"You're not going? But we're all going on Fridays!"

"Sorry, Danny," she said. "Next week?"

Her friend called her, and she said goodbye and quickly walked away. This was really strange, and I kept wondering what was going on. Well, even if she didn't go, I would go alone. My best friend Dave is on the team, so why wouldn't I go and support him?

When I got home, my sister, Ellen, was heating up a can of pasta sauce in the kitchen. She was used to making herself something to eat after school. (Sometimes Mom would cook, but both Mom and Dad were at work, so usually it was just Ellen and me at home before six.) She quite liked cooking, I guessed. She often made things like chocolates or fudge for us.

"Want some?" she asked me, licking the sauce off her hands.

"Sure," I said, grabbing a chair and sitting at the table.

Ellen was fifteen then, a year younger than me. She was a nice little sister (at least that's what I thought), and we got along well. Oh, we had our little arguments, but they were all trivial things. You know how your sister can sometimes encroach on your personal space, right?

I watched her stirring the noodles in the pot by the stove, remembering what my best friends had been saying lately: Ellen's become so sexy! When I heard that, I always told them to shut up. Nobody dared touch my sister! I wouldn't allow anyone to look at her or think about her like that. Of course, I've never been like that.

My sister, like my parents, is just another member of the family. You don't really pay attention to every member of your family because they're all so close to you. You chat with them, talk to them, but you never really notice their presence.

My sister, Ellen, part 2.

I looked at her and realized something: although I've grown quite a bit taller over the years, so has Ellen. She's only about half a head shorter than me now. Of course, we don't look that different; at least others can tell we're siblings at a glance. Our face shapes are similar, and our noses and mouths are quite alike. However, her eyes are blue (like Dad's), while mine are brown (like Mom's); also, my hair and her long blonde hair are noticeably different. I guess when we were little, the biggest difference between us was that I was a boy and she was a girl.

It wasn't until now that I noticed how much she had changed over the years. She had her back to me, so I could admire her beautiful figure: her full hips covered by yellow shorts, and her shapely legs. She didn't mean it, but she looked incredibly sexy standing there. Ugh! In my memory, her legs were like bamboo poles!

Ellen brought two plates of pasta to the table, and we sat facing each other, eating quietly for a while.

"Are you going to the game?" she asked, getting up to get some milk.

Ellen was in second grade that year. She wasn't very athletic, but she liked going to games, chatting with her friends at the stadium, and cheering for our team.

"Yeah," I replied. "And you?"

"I'm not going. I'm waiting at home for Eddie's call."

Eddie (I suppose) was her boyfriend. I didn't like this guy; he was always acting crazy. He looked kind of clumsy, with red hair, big ears, and freckles. He reminded me of Alfred E. Neuman, and I'd made that kind of joke with Ellen before. He seemed safe enough, though, and didn't seem like the type to grope Ellen. Even so, Mom and Dad wouldn't let Ellen go out with him; they said Ellen couldn't go out alone with boys until she was sixteen. Their relationship was "pure love," and Eddie was just a boy she talked to on the phone or occasionally carried her books at school.

"Oh, you mean Alfred?" I said with a laugh, just as she bent down to bring me a glass of milk. I couldn't control myself: I followed her neck to her slightly open neckline. Between her breasts (covered by a white bra), I could clearly see her cleavage. Ellen was really well-developed.

"Oh, shut up!" she said, standing back in her original position.

I found my face turning red. Had she noticed me peeping? Oh, how embarrassing.

She turned and walked out of the kitchen, and then I heard her go upstairs.

I told myself it shouldn't be a big deal to just look. Then, I banished all those wicked thoughts.

I went upstairs to my room and turned on the radio to listen to something. I must have accidentally fallen asleep, because when I woke up, I realized it was already seven o'clock! I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. I was going to miss the game!

I quickly passed through the kitchen, where Mom, Dad, and Ellen were having dinner at the table. Mom saw me heading towards the back door and called out to me, "Danny, sit down and have something to eat!"

"Mom, I'm going to be late!"

"No, you have to eat something."

"I'll buy something at the stadium." I said, heading out the door.

By the time I got to school, the game was already halfway through, in the fourth quarter. I went to the canteen and bought a hamburger. Bud and Phil were there too, and we chatted about Phil's new car. Before I finished my hamburger, the game ended, and the crowd started to disperse.

Just then, I saw Linda. She was with my other best friend, Dave, walking toward the locker room door. I saw their hands were clasped together. When they reached the locker room, Dave kissed her, and she seemed to return the kiss happily.

That bitch!

That bastard!

I crumpled the hamburger wrapper into a ball, threw it in the trash, and quickly got into my car. I didn't want Linda to see me.

When I got home, Ellen was lying on her recliner watching TV. I went over, moved her legs apart, and made room to sit down.

"What's wrong?" she asked me.

I don't think I looked too good then. "Linda! She's dating Dave behind my back!"

My sister Ellen Part 3

"Danny, everyone knows Linda's interested in Dave. That's why Linda's hanging out with you—because Linda wants to get close to him!"

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I tried! Don't you remember? But you never listened to me."

Looking back now, she really did. But who really cares what their sister says?

I put my hands on my forehead and slumped back into the recliner. Ugh, women! Not something someone like me can handle. Now even my girlfriend's gone, how did I end up like this?

Lying in the recliner, after listening to the laughter from the TV for a while, I sat up and started watching TV. That's when I noticed Ellen had put her legs on my thighs. She went back to her previous position with her arms and legs outstretched; I guess I was blocking her way. I followed her legs, starting with her feet resting on my thighs, and looked up to her calves, thighs, and then her yellow shorts. Her legs were slightly parted, and I could see the white panties beneath, outlining the shape of her vulva.

Her vulva?

Ellen's?

What am I looking at? I quickly turned my gaze back to the television.

"Damn it, Ellen!" I yelled. "Do you really have to put your feet on my lap?"

Ellen sat up, a hurt expression on her beautiful face. "What's wrong with me?"

"Oh, sorry, it's not your fault." I put a hand on her shoulder. "I think I'm a little off."

She also put her hand on my shoulder, responding to my embrace. In that instant, I smelled a sweet fragrance emanating from her blonde hair.

"Don't think about her anymore," she said. "Lie back in the lounge chair, relax, watch some TV. You can lie behind me."

Ellen lay back down, but she shifted forward slightly to make room behind her.

Damn it! I thought, kicking off my shoes and lying down next to my sister.

"Where are Dad and Mom?" I asked casually.

"Oh, they went to some party, didn't say when they'd be back."

Damn it, they always party all night! And then Dad won't be back until tomorrow morning. I thought, looking over Ellen's head at the TV in front of me.

However, I couldn't concentrate on the TV. Ellen had her back to me, and I kept staring at her. The curves of her hips and her slender waist were so alluring. Looking down, I could see her breasts bulging under her clothes. Suddenly, I realized my little brother was getting hard. I shifted back slightly so she wouldn't notice my little brother pressing against her. How could I do this to Ellen?

I tried to focus my attention on the TV again. But then I smelled that sweet scent of her hair, and another scent: Ellen's natural fragrance. It wasn't the perfume Linda wore, but a natural, warm, comforting, girlish scent.

Now, my little brother was as hard as a pipe.

Oh God! I shouldn't feel anything, I told myself. Ellen is my sister! I have feelings for her; I love her, I thought. I shouldn't have sexual desire for her; I have to protect her from this dirty stuff.

I gently wrapped my arms around her waist, and she gently placed her hand on my arm. It was just a normal expression of affection between siblings. Okay, it's okay. My hormones almost overwhelmed my reason.

I focused on the TV, slowly calming myself down. But Ellen kept shifting her body, her round, firm buttocks constantly stimulating my little brother, causing it, which had begun to soften, to slowly harden again.

Oh no! She'll feel it!! Will she feel it? Or has she already felt it? Is she so innocent as to not notice a man's erection pressing against her buttocks?

What will happen next? I racked my brains with my idiotic mind. Has she already noticed my stimulation, and is she still enjoying it? God! I was so excited I started to tremble.

What is she thinking? What does she want to do? She couldn't possibly not have noticed. Does she want my penis?

I observed her expression as closely as I could. She was staring at the television in front of her. Her expression was no different from usual.

My sister Ellen part 4

I tried to back away a little more, but there was nowhere left to back away. God! The feel of her smooth, shapely buttocks was so good! That soft yet elastic feeling pressing against me was so comfortable.

I moved my arm, which was wrapped around her waist, up a little so my hand was directly below her breasts. My palm could feel the outline of her bra, and my fingers could feel her soft nipples.

Ellen didn't react. She just kept watching TV.

Was it okay for my hand to be there? Didn't she mind at all? Or was she simply unaware? Her hand remained on my forearm. If she didn't want me to do this, she could easily push my hand away. Did she know how I was touching her?

God! I was trembling with excitement! A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. I had to seize this opportunity, a golden opportunity, a terrible opportunity! I needed to know what would happen next. If I let this opportunity slip away now, I would never know what she was thinking.

I mentally rehearsed what she would say, how she would react, and how I should (cautiously) respond. I placed my hand on her soft left breast, gazing at her face, trying to catch any look of fear or surprise so I could react quickly if she showed disgust.

But nothing happened. She didn't move at all. She didn't even seem to notice! She just kept watching her TV. Was this real? Was this even possible? I put my hand on a girl's breast and she didn't push it away?

A girl?

Yes, that's right! She was Ellen, my sister, but she was a girl too! A living, breathing girl! And she let me touch her as I pleased!

Her breasts were so soft yet firm, about the size of a softball. I could feel her slightly hard nipples under my palm. Through her clothes and bra, I began to gently caress her breasts and nipples.

Oh my god, it felt so wonderful! Such a warm and delicate sensation in my hands.

I longed for a more real touch!

My hand moved slowly down her body, loosening her clothes, slipping inside, and placing it on her stomach. My god, Ellen's skin was so smooth! Like a baby's skin. I ran my hand up Ellen's ribs, down to her bra, and slid it under the elastic band, directly touching her warm, soft, seemingly fragile breasts.

I glanced at her; aside from the television, she still seemed oblivious to everything else. As I held her warm breasts, she remained staring straight ahead, her face expressionless.

What kind of game was this? How was I supposed to play? Were there rules? What was going on in her head? Was she enjoying it like I was? Or was she disgusted but too astonished to make a sound? I couldn't figure it out, but my mind was filled with desire, leaving no room for such thoughts.

I continued to knead, grasp, stroke, and pat her sponge-like breasts for quite some time, until her not-so-small nipples began to harden. I realized my swollen penis was slowly, rhythmically rubbing against her buttocks.

I had lost my mind; my head was blank. My body was consumed by lust, and all I wanted to know was how far she could go with what I was doing.

I pulled my hand out of my sister's bra and caressed it down her flat, smooth stomach, away from her warm outer garment, to the outside of her yellow shorts, and down to her crotch. My hand was between her legs, and I began to gently rub and caress her genitals, pulling her lower body back against my erect penis.

Then, I felt her put her hand back on my forearm.

That's right, I thought. She must be going to push my hand away and stop all this.

But I was wrong. She just gently placed her hand on my arm. When I looked at her from the side, she didn't even blink. She didn't react at all when I was caressing that softest, most alluring secret place between her thighs.

My sister Ellen Part 5

Damn, I thought, this is unbelievable! Even if this is a game, a game she's playing with me, it's too late for her to stop now. I pulled my hand from between her legs and (without thinking) slipped it inside her shorts from the front.

My palm could feel the skin of Ellen's lower abdomen—silky smooth, hot, and incredibly soft. My knuckles touched her panties, a sensual sensation. My hand continued sliding down inside her pants until my fingertips touched her soft pubic hair. This was the first time I had truly felt these things. Before this, I had only seen pictures or heard about them from others. (Oh, I had seen Ellen's genitals before, but we were both young then.) It was a very sensual, very strange feeling. Her pubic hair, growing at the top of her pubic bone, was much softer than mine.

My hand was restricted by her panties, but I still tried to push my fingers down as far as possible to feel those truly sensitive, full labia and those sparse pubic hairs. I gently caressed her there for a while, my body trembling slightly with excitement and knowing she would let me explore her most mysterious and forbidden corner. I carefully slipped my fingers between her labia and was overwhelmed by the wetness inside. My fingertips felt Ellen's erect clitoris. When I touched it, I heard a gasp from Ellen's throat. That was her first message to me.

I glanced at her face; she had her eyes closed and was gently biting her lower lip.

I rubbed her clitoris with my (now wet) fingers, and her breathing became increasingly wanton. I noticed my sister had slightly parted her thighs so my hand had more room to move. I slipped my hand deeper into her panties. As the back of my hand felt her completely soaked panties, my middle finger was probing deep into her warm, moist opening.

I also noticed something else. The room was filled with a fragrance I had never smelled before. I couldn't quite pinpoint the smell, but exploring that most private place only fueled my excitement.

My fingers slowly sank deeper, encountering resistance. It was my sister's hymen. I knew what it was (and I didn't want to break it), so I withdrew slightly, then focused my attention back on Ellen's clitoris. I knew touching that spot would feel good for her, so my wet fingers circled the slightly hardened bump, round and round. I felt her swaying her lower body back and forth, responding to my caresses, sometimes reaching for my hand, sometimes pressing against my erect penis.

Ellen's breathing became heavy, and then she began to move her body actively, increasing the speed at which my hand rubbed her vulva. It seemed as if suddenly, control had shifted to her. I stopped, letting her rub her vulva against my fingers herself. I think she probably found it quite pleasurable.

Suddenly, her body hardened, and she straightened her legs, clamping my hands tightly between her soft thighs and her already soaked crotch. Unusual sighs escaped her nostrils, and I suddenly realized: she had orgasmed. And I had brought her to orgasm! Thinking this (coupled with her buttocks rubbing against my hard penis), I almost ejaculated in my pants. I held her shapely body with my other hand, leaning her against me, allowing me to penetrate her soft ass and reach my final climax.

But Ellen suddenly snapped out of her climax. She slumped in my arms for a moment, then pushed away my hand from her pants and sat up. Her face was flushed, her blue eyes wide and slightly moist. She breathed heavily, struggling to straighten her body. A weak sob escaped her lips, which she then covered with her hand.

"What happened?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

She didn't say a word. She quickly stood up, hurriedly ran upstairs, and returned to her room.

I was stunned. Why did she do that? Was it because I had done something wrong?

"Damn," I thought to myself. My desire hadn't subsided, and I couldn't calm down to think about it all. I quickly lay down, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down a little, revealing my swollen penis. I brushed my hair back from my forehead, and then I smelled the lingering scent of my vagina on my fingers. It was a slightly stimulating, feminine, and intoxicating aroma. I had smelled that provocative scent earlier, but the feeling then was completely different from the direct and intimate stimulation I felt now. I brought my fingers to my nose, inhaling the scent, my body trembling slightly with excitement, and then I started masturbating. I only rubbed about seven or eight times before I ejaculated, the amount of which was unbelievable. I guess it sprayed up about seven feet high! The semen splattered on the coffee table next to me. I kept ejaculating. This was the most perfect orgasm I had ever experienced in my life!

But as the physical pleasure gradually subsided, I began to calmly recall what I had done. God! I'm such a beastly bastard! I actually defiled my own sister! What have I done? What will she do? Will she tell Dad? God! The thought alone sends chills down my spine! If Dad knew how I treated his beloved Ellen, he would beat me to death with a baseball bat! Yet I have no reason to resist; if I were in her shoes, I would have done the same.

What should I do? Sorry to her? Promise her this will never happen again? God! I don't want her to hate me! I love her! I don't want her to look down on me!

Damn it! I'm such a complete idiot! I thought to myself.

My sister Ellen Part 6

I stood up from the recliner, pulled up my pants, and went upstairs to Ellen's bedroom door. "Ellen," I called her name through the door, but she didn't respond. I turned the doorknob; it was locked.

Damn it! I thought to myself. This is the biggest trouble I've ever been in.

I leaned against the door in despair for a while, but I was so tired that I muttered "Damn it!" and went back to my room to sleep.

Tomorrow morning, I would have to face the test of reality.

The next morning, I felt terrible. I didn't dare get out of bed. I lay in bed for a long time, thinking about what had happened last night, feeling extremely ashamed of what I had done (I was almost collapsing). I couldn't face my sister, and I was terrified of Dad's possible reaction.

Finally, I forced myself to go downstairs, but to my surprise, everything and everyone was the same as usual.

Dad was reading the newspaper, Mom was doing the accounts, and Ellen was talking on the phone with her classmate.

She had been up with Mom and Dad for a while. She certainly hadn't said anything.

Mom stopped what she was doing to make me breakfast; Dad told us he was taking us to a ball game this afternoon. Ellen seemed very excited about the news and told her friend on the other end of the phone all of this.

Another day passed, and on Sunday afternoon, after our service, Ellen and I finally had a chance to be alone.

She was still wearing that lovely liturgical gown, sitting on the sofa reading *Seventeen*. I came into the living room and sat down next to her.

"Ellen..." I tried to say something, but she interrupted me.

"That game yesterday was really exciting, wasn't it?"

"Ah...yes," I replied, a little confused.

"I hope Dad will take us to another game before the season ends..." she continued. I understood then that she (like me) wanted to forget everything that had happened that night, to pretend it had never occurred.

That was good.

But I still wasn't sure if everything was still the same, so as she went upstairs to change, I called her back.

"Ellen!" I said, a little scared and a little embarrassed. "Do you still...love me?"

She quickly ran to my side and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Of course I love you, you silly goose!" She gave me a light peck on the cheek and ran upstairs.

That's right. No problem at all. I worried for nothing.

The next few weeks were very peaceful. Linda started dating Dave, while I (although I often chatted with several girls at school) lived a life without a girlfriend or dates.

The only thing that wasn't right was that I started thinking about Ellen, about everything we did that night. Whenever I thought about the feel and smell of her warm pussy on my hands, it would arouse my lust, and I couldn't help but sneak off to the bathroom to masturbate to calm down. I started to feel awkward around Ellen, unable to have a proper conversation with her about life, school, friends, because (although I tried to control myself) I couldn't help but imagine: what would it feel like to actually have sex with her?

I know it sounds crazy, and I think so too. But at that time, my mind was blinded by my desire for women's pussy. Any woman's would do! And my sexy sister let me touch, let me explore her vagina. She let me touch the most mysterious place a woman can be. No girl has ever let me do this before. So I reasoned: if she let me touch her once, why wouldn't she let me touch her a second time?

Friday night, Mom and Dad went out again. I was watching a movie in the living room, while Ellen was chatting idly on the phone with Alfred E. Newman. Ellen was only wearing a pink t-shirt and white underwear. She put her hands on her stomach, occasionally moved her legs, and talked on the phone. I looked at her, and I found that I couldn't take my eyes off her.

When she hung up the phone and started to concentrate on watching TV, I saw her genitals through her slightly parted legs. You can't believe the wicked thoughts that came to my mind! I wanted to have her body! My body trembled with excitement at this thought.

My sister Ellen Part 7

I couldn't hold back anymore. "Xiao Lun," I called to her. She sat up, cross-legged, facing me. In my eyes, there was only room for her legs and her panties.

"What?" she replied with a smile.

What should I say next? Should I just tell her what I wanted? She sat there, looking so cute, so innocent. I started to feel scared and a little embarrassed. "Come here," I said.

"No," she still smiled sweetly. "Come down here."

I rushed to the carpet like a rocket and sat next to her. "Xiao Lun," I asked, looking at her beautiful smiling face, "Do you ever think about what we did a few weeks ago?" As I spoke, I reached my hand between her spread legs, kneading her soft vulva in her panties, touching her plump labia and the warm, delicate slit between them.

Suddenly, her face turned pale, and her blue eyes widened in surprise as she stared at me. "No!" she cried out, her voice drawn out with surprise and fear, then forcefully pulled my hand away and pushed it back at me. Her face was burning red, and her eyes seemed sharp enough to pierce through me. She said firmly, "Don't touch me like that again! Or I'll tell Mom and Dad what you did to me!"

She stood up quickly, angrily ran upstairs, leaving me alone on the carpet. I heard her run to the bathroom, and then I started to reflect: what I had asked her to do was fucking stupid. A little while later, I heard her run back to her room and slam the door shut.

Now what? What will she think of me? I'm such a fucking scumbag! Why did I do that to her? Why couldn't I control my desires a little?

I turned off the TV, went back to my room, lay on the bed, hoping to forget about it—it wasn't the first time!

What will she do? Will she forget it again (like last time)? Or will she wait until Mom and Dad come home and tell them to stop me from making even more outrageous demands?

I went into the bathroom and saw her panties in the laundry basket. I couldn't control myself. I picked them up and looked closely at the crotch area; they were covered in her vaginal fluid. I brought them to my nose, and once again I smelled that strong, alluring scent of her vagina.

Then, I saw myself in the bathroom mirror, holding my sister's panties in my hand. I looked like a perverted slut!

A feeling of disgust rose within me. I threw the panties down, turned off the bathroom light, and went back to my room. Ugh! I felt terrible! I sat on the edge of the bed for a while, burying my head in my arms.

Just then, I heard her enter my room. I looked up and saw her standing in front of me.

"What is it?" I asked. I was afraid she would slap me or yell at me for what I had just done.

She didn't say a word, but simply held her index finger to my nose. Her index finger was wet and covered in the scent of her vagina.

I immediately understood what this meant. Letting me smell her most private scent without saying a word was her way of promising. Oh, my desire was reignited!

I looked up at her face. Her expression was filled with emptiness and longing. I could almost see myself (in the bathroom mirror) smelling her panties.

I grabbed the hem of her pink nightgown and pulled it up, revealing her beautiful curves. She wasn't wearing anything underneath; her genitals were completely exposed before me. It was the most attractive thing I had ever seen in my life. It was so different from the last time I saw it (when we were children). Now Ellen had grown beautiful, light brown pubic hair. It was only slightly curly and not very long. It didn't cover much, just a small area from her pubic bone to her thighs. I could see the slit between her thick labia and her slightly protruding clitoris, like a small button.

I buried my face in it and smelled her genitals. I took a deep breath, and the intense, passionate scent filled my nostrils. God! My hormones were starting to burn! I brought my face close to her pubic hair and began to kiss it. I kissed and kissed this beautiful thing, savoring its alluring taste. I began to kiss the already moist slit hidden between her two hairy labia. I felt her private parts pressed tightly against my lips, so I stuck out my tongue and licked it.

My sister Ellen part 8 My

sister's pussy was a little sweet, a little salty, and had a lemony taste. I grabbed her soft, baby-like buttocks and continued to kiss (and lick) her delicious and fragrant slit between her smooth legs. I tried to find the entrance to her door, so she pulled her robe up another foot and put one foot on the bed, opening the door to welcome me. As

I licked Ellen, she gripped my shoulders tightly for support, her whole body trembling slightly, and making the sweetest sounds from her throat. Never in my life had anything excited me as much as this. I wanted more!

"Lie down on the bed," I looked up at her and said to her in a slightly trembling voice.

Ellen didn't say anything, but quickly did as I instructed. She lay on the bed, slightly parting her legs and pulling her robe up to her slender waist. I wasn't sure how far I was going to go with her. I was no longer just acting on impulse. I was trembling with pure lust.

I climbed halfway up the bed, next to Ellen, so my face was directly facing her genitals. I placed my hand on her warm spot, slightly parting the slit.

I slipped my tongue between her soft labia, into the moist crevice, sucking and savoring the lemon-like scent emanating from her most private place. Ellen made soft, fearful sounds from her throat, as if she was afraid of what I was doing. I knew she liked it, because of the sounds she made, and because she began to lift her genitals off the bed, bringing them close to me. It felt amazing!

I lifted Ellen's legs over my head, fully exposing her genitals to me. Now, her thighs were spread wide apart, and I lay between them, facing her genitals. I gently parted her intricately structured vulva with my fingers, which was covered by sparse pubic hair. I could clearly see the beautiful pink skin inside, and (beneath that protruding clitoris) the elegant vaginal opening, glistening with moisture, slightly parted, enticing me to explore it, to taste it.

Ellen's hand (with pink nail polish) suddenly reached out and covered her opening. I reached out and parted her hands, took her hand, and placed it on her vulva, then buried my head between her parted legs and began to suck deeply into her vulva with my tongue. Her hand gripped mine tightly, and I heard her pause her breathing for a moment. As my tongue penetrated deeper, I saw her lower abdomen stiffen with a violent contraction.

I explored her soft, smooth opening, discovering that the endless flow of her vaginal fluid was so sticky and sweet. I suddenly remembered a nursery rhyme my mother often told us when I was little: "Sugar, spices, and other good tastes—that's the raw material for little girls." Did the author of that poem ever explore a girl in the same way?

Ellen gently placed her hand on my cheek.

"Don't do that there, Danny," she seemed a little breathless, "it's too sensitive there."

She guided my face upwards, letting my tongue touch the folds of skin near her clitoris. So my tongue began to circle around that soft, yet erect little button in the crevice of her vagina. Her fragrant pubic hair constantly stimulated my nose, making me simultaneously stimulated by her sensual scent and touch. Now, Ellen's body vibrated and trembled with every movement of my tongue. I knew I had aroused her. I was quite excited to have the ability to give her this pleasure. As I licked her, I began to pull down my shorts. I didn't know what I would do to her next, but I wanted to possess her completely!

Just then, her body went completely hard, just like last time on the recliner. She gripped my hair tightly, pressing my head between her legs. My tongue was deep inside her violently convulsing vagina, my cheek pressed against her trembling thighs. As she climaxed, her lower body rubbed her vulva against my face. My mouth was filled with the sweet, sticky Ellen, which I swallowed excitedly, but my tongue continued to lick inside her body, trying to bring her the most wonderful climax.

Then she suddenly went limp, lying there panting. And I continued to lick the slippery folds of her vulva. Suddenly, something appeared in front of me, and the tongue that had been licking Ellen's vulva suddenly licked the back of Ellen's hand. She covered her vulva again and pushed my face away from between her legs.

My sister Ellen Part 9

I knelt up, panting heavily with excitement. My face was covered in Ellen's semen, and my huge, hard penis stood erect before me.

Ellen's eyes were almost doubled as she sat up, staring at my penis for a long time with a look of curiosity and fear.

I started to climb on top of her, but she kept backing away. Then she quickly jumped off the bed, ran out of my room, and slammed the door shut.

Damn! What's going on? I was full of questions.

I jumped off the bed and went to her bedroom door, but it was locked again.

"Ellen?"

There was no response.

"Ellen, I'm aroused! I need to continue."

There was still silence inside.

After a few minutes, I realized that there was no point in continuing, so I went back to my room to take care of it myself. I picked up her panties from the tiled floor, smelling the scent of her vaginal discharge, and then masturbated. Before reaching my climax, I licked the still slightly sticky residue. As the slightly salty, slightly sweet taste filled my mouth again, I ejaculated repeatedly, spraying semen everywhere in the bathroom. I almost fainted from the intense orgasm.

The next morning, when I went downstairs, I could almost picture what was happening: Mom and my sister hugging each other, wailing, while Dad rushed at me with a kitchen knife.

But things didn't turn out that way. Everything was the same as usual. Dad finished his coffee, and Mom was putting on her coat. "Good morning, son," she greeted me with a bright smile. "There are some leftover pancakes in the oven for you." Then she went to the heater. "Your dad and I are taking your sister to the dentist." With that, she called out to the living room, "Xiao Lun! Time to go, little girl. We'll be late if we don't leave soon!" Dad swallowed the

last bit of coffee in his cup, then went out with Mom to get in the car.

I sat down at the table as my sister walked in, buttoning her blue coat. "Honestly, Danny, I hate dentists," she said, pulling her blonde hair out from her collar. "I wish they'd be slower."

She didn't say anything, which made me a little uneasy, but I needed to know how she was feeling this morning. I was sure she was afraid of me when she ran away last night.

"Len..."

"Luckily it's just a cleaning today," she continued, putting on her red knitted cap.

A car horn sounded outside, urging

us to hurry. "I'm off!" Ellen said in her sweet voice, quickly exiting through the back door.

I sat there alone, thinking about everything. Just like last time. She seemed to be pretending nothing had happened.

She didn't want to talk about what I'd done to her. This led me to conclude that she must be feeling terrible, and definitely ashamed and embarrassed. This conclusion suddenly felt very strange and filled me with guilt. Thinking about it further, I realized that the reason she didn't tell Mom and Dad was because she cared about me deeply and didn't want me to get hurt or kicked out of the house, even though I was the bastard who had done those unreasonable things to her.

I deserved to die!

That day, I came to a conclusion: no matter what happened, I couldn't do anything inappropriate to her again, or let what happened yesterday happen again! I had to protect my sister—I couldn't let her get too close to me.

My sister, Ellen, Part 10.

Wednesday afternoon, I was in my room preparing for my exam when Ellen walked in, still wearing the blue skirt and white and green plaid top she had worn to school that day.

"Danny, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just schoolwork," I replied without looking up.

She sat on the edge of my bed and looked at me for a while. Just when I wanted to concentrate on my book or take notes, I would (occasionally) hear her deep sighs.

This made it impossible for me to concentrate. I didn't want to pay attention to her, but I couldn't help but glance at her a couple of times. She sat by my bed, her beautiful legs crossed, her hands wrapped around her exposed knees.

I pulled my gaze back to my book, trying to pretend she wasn't there, but my eyes couldn't help but wander, looking at the two bulging breasts beneath her shirt and her devilish curves. She sat there shyly, unconsciously watching her legs swing up and down.

I tried to concentrate on my writing again, but when I looked at her again, she was sprawled on my bed, awkwardly reaching for a magazine I'd tossed on the bed. Her legs parted, and I unexpectedly caught a glimpse under her skirt, my eyes briefly falling on her underwear between her thighs.

Damn it!

"What are you trying to do?" I asked her, annoyed.

"Oh," she sat up straight and said to me, "I don't know either. I just want someone to keep me company."

I put down my pencil, walked to the bedside, sat down next to her, and took the magazine from her hand, throwing it on the floor. "Someone to keep you company?" I asked her. "What kind of company?"

"You know..." Her expression looked somewhat pained, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"No, I don't know anything!" I started to get a little agitated.

She smiled shyly, her face turning red, and then put her small hand to her mouth, whispering in my ear (even though there were only the two of us in the room at the time): "Danny, I want to have another 'intimate encounter' with you."

"Damn it, Danny!" I was really angry. "How do you explain what happened last time? You got me completely excited, but then you did nothing and left me!"

"Oh my god, Danny," she looked very embarrassed. "I don't know what to do! You have to tell me! Besides, after that pleasurable feeling wore off, I suddenly didn't want anything anymore. I felt really strange, like something wasn't right. I don't know... I have to get rid of all that stuff!"

"No, Xiao Lun," I said firmly, standing up to make her leave my bed. "No, we can't do those things anymore. You're my sister! I've thought about it a lot, and it's better for both of us if we never do those things again!"

She lowered her head and turned to leave my room; but then she suddenly turned back, smiling wickedly at me. I looked at her as she bent her knees and reached under her skirt for a while. Then she reached out and put her already wet, sticky fingers under my nose again, smiling maliciously as she watched me smell the strong, pungent scent of her vagina. My eyes closed, my mind going completely blank.

That smell!

The urge to possess her seized control of my will in a flash. My penis sprang up in my pants, so fast it startled me! She seemed to now understand (very) perfectly how her most intimate scent could drive me crazy and control my will.

I grabbed her shoulders, and she let me push her down onto the bed. I reached under her skirt and pulled her soft panties down to her legs, her face lighting up with excited anticipation. The cotton panties were completely soaked.

My little brother grew harder and harder. I took off my jeans and underwear, pounced on her, and pushed her skirt up to her buttocks. I had never seen anything arouse my desire more than this girl in front of me. She was lying on my bed, legs spread, exposing her sweet little hole to me.

I wanted her!

I climbed onto the bed between her legs and gently pressed myself completely against her.

Oh God! I felt the warmth and tenderness coming from below me. I could feel her soft breasts against my chest and feel her heartbeat; at the same time, I could feel her rhythmic breath from below.

My sister Ellen part 11

I held her tightly for a while, as if melting from that close and warm feeling. I brought my face close to her cheek, pulled her closer, and greedily inhaled her sweet fragrance. I felt her pubic hair gently scratching my hard penis; and the depths of her extremely soft thighs were also against my bare buttocks.

Ellen breathed heavily in my ear, kissing my cheek while her hands busily stroked my heaving back. I looked up, gazing into her earnest, eager blue eyes. They were filled with excitement and expectation. There was no stopping me now. My penis controlled my thoughts: it wanted her! It had never craved her so much in its life! And that was true for me (at that time). Looking at that expectant expression, I wanted her too.

I brought my face close to hers, gently kissing my sister's soft, full lips. As I kissed her, she closed her eyes, slightly parted her lips to welcome me, and then this little Ellen, my own, kissed me with a feeling that Linda (or any other girl) could never give me. Instantly, my penis hardened three levels. I had kissed her before, but never felt anything like this. The way her mouth sucked on mine, the way her tongue entwined with mine, it felt amazing. Where did she learn all this?

I continued kissing her, my hand moving down between us, guiding my glans to the edge of her warm, slightly parted vulva, to the smooth, delicate slit. My erect penis throbbed slightly in my hand, discovering that mysterious slit was open and attempting to possess it. I inserted it very slowly, as her virgin vagina offered some resistance. I had to use a little force, but because her vagina was already completely wet, I felt my sensitive little thing slowly and pleasantly thrusting deeper, and I had no intention of stopping. The sexual urge within me was being released from my urethra in an overwhelming torrent, completely unstoppable!

My penis pierced Ellen's hymen, and her body suddenly stiffened. She sobbed softly and sucked on my mouth even more forcefully. At that moment, I took my sister's virginity.

I cautiously continued to thrust forward until the base of my penis touched her pubic mound, covered in pubic hair. Now, I was fully inside her. It felt so good. Her vagina was incredibly tight! My penis had never experienced such pure stimulation in its own hands. Her vagina was so hot, so slippery, so narrow. I knew my little brother must have been born for this place.

I lay still for a while, holding her tightly and kissing her deeply. I could feel my hard penis throbbing inside her, urging me to start thrusting. But I didn't want to cause her pain, nor did I want this beautiful moment to end so quickly (we had just become one). I didn't know how to describe to her how wonderful it was inside her, as if we had already become one.

Ellen spread her legs a little wider and raised one knee to bring her lower body closer to me. I could feel her small, slightly hard pubic bone pressing against mine, and my glans penetrating deeper into her warm lower abdomen. I almost screamed from the stimulation; but I didn't. Instead, I sucked on her sweet little mouth and began to slowly penetrate my sister's beautiful, tight little hole. Ellen wrapped her arms around me and began to meet my thrusts, rocking her hips up and down. I started to increase the speed of my thrusts. Soon, we were already intertwined, rolling around, engaging in an obscene, forbidden sexual battle—right on my bed. With

each thrust, a new surprise, a new stimulation, came from my deeply buried penis. Making love with a living girl was several times better than I had imagined (for so many years). I knew that my sister was feeling no less stimulation than I was, because the panting from her nose kept lingering around my face; because her little mouth was sucking on me even harder than before; because her hips were moving up and down hungrily, meeting my movements. She seemed to be trying to suck me into her body with her mouth and vagina.

Suddenly, I felt myself about to ejaculate, and then, for some reason, this feeling pulled me back to reality, reminding me of what I was doing. I can't ejaculate inside my sister! What if I get her pregnant? Oh my god! That would be a complete mess! What should I call the child? Son? Nephew?

I quickly pulled out, got up, and knelt between her legs, ejaculating all my semen onto Ellen's parted thighs, onto her dark golden pubic hair, onto her bare belly, onto her blue skirt, and onto her plaid clothes. Damn, some even got on her face!

After a while, seeing my semen on my little sister's buttocks made me feel nauseous. I immediately jumped off the bed.

My sister Ellen part 12

"Get out of here right now!" I shouted at her, who looked at me with surprise.

"Danny!"

"Oh, please, Xiao Lun," I yelled at her, "What we've done has gone too far! I shouldn't have slept with you! I might get you pregnant!"

She sat up, wiping the semen and tears of disappointment from her face. "Danny," she cried, "I wanted it! It felt so good!"

"Please, little sister! Damn it! Get away! Don't stay here!" I yelled at her, a surge of anger born from guilt rising within me.

I looked at her face, and it seemed that with each harsh word I uttered, her fear deepened. Then, she pulled her skirt down to cover her vulva and slowly moved to sit on the edge of my bed. She lowered her head, covering her face with her hands. I could see her trembling slightly and hear her soft sobs. Behind her, I saw the small red dot she had left on the sheet. (How am I supposed to explain what that thing is to my mom?)

"Okay!" she suddenly said, unexpectedly standing up and walking towards the door, leaving me standing there alone, (again) pondering what a hopeless idiot I was. "But remember this:" she turned around, pointing at me. There were two tear tracks on her cheeks, and although her voice wasn't loud, it wasn't weak. "You took my first time, you took my virginity! You took something very special for a girl!" Have

I gotten myself into new trouble? Will she lose her mind this time and actually tell Mom and Dad everything?

"...I don't care who I sleep with from now on," she continued, "because I will always belong to you!"

After saying that, she left the room, gently closing the door behind her.

I woke up early the next morning, and the thought of actually sleeping with my sister made me feel nauseous. I couldn't believe I had actually done it. It felt awful. I tried to recall what happened yesterday so I could understand why I did something so terrible. But as soon as I thought about what I did yesterday and remembered the feeling of my penis inside her, my penis immediately became erect again.

That little thing deserves to die! Doesn't it have any conscience, any sense of empathy for my feelings? It seems to have developed its own will, as if it's completely out of my control. I had no choice but to hold it tightly and start masturbating to calm myself down.

My hand kept moving, and I pictured Ellen: lying on my bed, her skirt lifted, her legs spread. Her genitals were completely exposed before me. I remembered the feeling of lying on top of her, the passionate kiss, our tight embrace, the sensory stimulation of our first encounter. I remembered having sex with her, and her responding to my movements, and the intense pleasure as I approached ejaculation.

Ejaculate?

Did I pull out before I started? Could I have ejaculated a little inside?

Tsk, it seemed to be ejaculating as soon as I pulled out. What if I really ejaculated a little inside her? Would she get pregnant?

Damn it!

The thought made my penis go limp. No! I told myself. I must have pulled it out in time! I know I did! But then I remembered what Mr. Hansen had told us in health education class: the penis releases some semen during intercourse.

Damn!

My stomach started to cramp. What if Ellen really was pregnant? What should I do? Damn it, we'd both be in trouble! Damn it, anyone getting pregnant is terrible! Especially me? I couldn't think about it anymore, it was too horrible! I got up, took a shower, changed my clothes, and got ready for school.

When I came downstairs, everyone was having breakfast.

"Good morning, Danny," Mom said, placing a plate in front of me. I glanced at the bacon and eggs on the plate, and my stomach started to upset again. I didn't have the courage to look up at my sister.

"Mom, I can't eat much," I said. "My stomach feels a little weird."

"Oh, my sweet son," Mom said, coming over and putting her hand on my forehead. "Are you sick?"

"He's fine," I heard Ellen's bright and cheerful voice from the other side of the table. "She just had a test today." It was so nice to hear

my sister Ellen

's voice so natural this morning. It made my stomach feel a little better. I looked up at her, and she smiled back at me. Her blonde hair looked so healthy, shiny, and clean, the sunlight streaming in from the window behind her, shining on it and reflecting into my eyes. She was wearing a white blouse and a small green tie, and she looked so cute.

"Yeah, I told Mom, 'I was a little nervous about my test today.'"

Mom breathed a sigh of relief when she knew I was okay, and so did Dad (he wanted me to tidy up the yard after school). After they finished breakfast, they went to work together, leaving Ellen and me at the table. As

soon as I heard their car drive away, I quickly moved to a chair next to Ellen.

"Listen to me, little sister. I really think what we did yesterday was awful."

She seemed curious about my tone and what I was saying. "Terrible? Why?"

"Ellen," I emphasized, "don't you know what sex is all about? What I did could have gotten you pregnant!"

"Oh," she said calmly, "you pulled out."

"That's not the point. Even if I pulled out, you could still have gotten pregnant." "

Hmm," she said, "don't worry, I'm not pregnant."

I couldn't believe she could remain so calm and certain in the face of something so serious. "How do you know?"

"Because I got my period this morning."

"Oh... I see..." I said awkwardly. I felt a little embarrassed because she had never talked to me about such private topics as menstruation. But what did it matter if she talked to me about it now? After all, we were already a couple. "So that means you're not pregnant?"

"That's true as far as I know," she said, leaning closer and sweeping away the gloom on my face with her sweet smile. "Don't be nervous, Danny. Girls can't have their periods while pregnant."

Allen stood up and put her used dishes in the dishwasher, while I (suddenly became very hungry) wolfed down the bacon and eggs on my plate. I drove her to school, and then we parked the car in the student parking lot. I still felt guilty about sleeping with her and taking her virginity. I knew I had no right to do this to her, and as her brother, I hadn't fulfilled my responsibilities, instead doing such a filthy thing to such a sweet and lovely girl.

"Len," I said to her, but my eyes were looking out the windshield because I was too embarrassed to look at her. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you yesterday."

"What you did to me? What did you do?"

"You know... I really shouldn't have... had sex with you. I feel so guilty. It wasn't your fault. We've been playing those sex games, and I got carried away. My sexual urges completely overwhelmed my will. Boys are all beasts, little sister! We boys are all equally lustful!"

Ellen placed her small hands on my knees, looking directly into my eyes. "Danny, it was what I wanted! It was what I wanted you to do! We did it together, remember?"

"But I started it... that day on the deck chair. I really shouldn't have touched you like that. You're different from me, Ellen. Girls are different. They don't want to do that all the time like boys do. You've always been so... sweet and obedient. I'm such a filthy scoundrel!"

Ellen laughed. “Danny, you’re such a fool! I’ve always been sexually active, and I’ve been doing it alone (down there) since I was thirteen.”

“You really did that?” I was stunned. I couldn’t believe Allen would do that.

“And do you know who I fantasize about when I do that?”

“No…” I wondered who could attract her. “Donnie Osment? Eddie…?”

“It’s you I’m thinking about, Danny.”

“Me?”

“Of course,” she said, putting her hands on my shoulders. “You’re my older brother. You love me. You would never hurt me or do anything to me. I trust you, Danny. I love you too.”

Oh my god! Her words made me feel so ashamed. My vision blurred, and my arms involuntarily tightened around her, kissing her soft cheeks. She reached out and returned my embrace.

“I really love you, Allen,” I said. "That's why we can't do those things anymore. It feels good, but it's not right!"

"Whatever you say, I'll do it, Danny," she whispered in my ear.
"I trust you won't lie to me." With that, she released me, got out of the car, and drove away.

My Sister Ellen Part 14

"I trust you won't lie to me." With that, she released me, got out of the car, and drove away.

That week, I focused all my energy on my schoolwork and also participated in track and field activities. I also tried to date a few girls, but none of them appealed to me. For the rest of the week, Ellen and I maintained a very normal relationship until the following week. We went to a Thanksgiving family gathering at Uncle Raphael's house. It was a very pleasant gathering (for a family), with a sumptuous dinner and everyone dressed up beautifully. Ellen wore a light blue dress with lace trim, and all her aunts, cousins, and other relatives raved about it. She looked quite sexy in it. Uncle Paul hugged her during dinner and loudly proclaimed to everyone, "Look what a little woman our Ellen has become this year!" making her quite embarrassed. In fact, I noticed that while she was chatting and laughing with the other relatives, my gaze was always (no matter what) fixed on her. While looking at her, I felt a certain physical reaction.

It was quite late when we were driving home in Dad's car that day. The drive was quiet for about an hour; Mom was asleep in the front seat, and Dad was focused on driving. Ellen and I were in the back, and I was just watching the cars on the highway out the window, bored.

Suddenly, I felt Ellen put her hand on mine. I turned around and saw her smiling at me. I smiled back and then turned back to look out the window. Then she pulled my hand over and placed it on her body. She put my hand on her knee, where it touched the lace trim of her dress. After about a mile like that, she suddenly pulled my hand down, then up, and placed it under her skirt, on her thigh clad in nylon stockings.

My penis instantly hardened. So fast that it even throbbed in my pants.

I held my hand there for a while, feeling the warmth of her smooth skin. Then she guided my hand deeper, deeper into her thigh clad in lace panties.

Oh my god! What was she doing? Mom and Dad were sitting in the front seat, less than a foot away from us!

I quickly glanced at the front. Dad was intently looking ahead, while Mom was fast asleep against the window. I turned to look at Ellen's wicked smile, at her sexy thighs exposed, and then at my hand inside her lace skirt.

Ah, my brain told me, why not?

I slipped my hand inside my sister's panties. Her vulva was already soaked with a gush of lustful fluid. My fingers explored her wet, sticky slit beneath her soft panties. She slightly parted her legs, and I touched her clitoris, then gently twisted my middle finger, inserting it into her hot vulva.

Ellen didn't make a sound, and neither did I. I continued to caress her, touching her for quite some time. Ellen only occasionally moved her genitals, guiding my fingers to her sensitive areas.

Mom and Dad had no idea what was happening behind them, which seemed to stimulate my lust to another peak.

"So who's going to help me now?" I asked myself.

I used my free hand to reach down and unzip my pants. Then I grabbed Ellen's hand and put it inside my underwear. Her hand touched my erect penis, but she immediately pulled it away.

What the hell?

I pulled her hand back again, but she still wouldn't let go and pulled it back.

It was then that I suddenly remembered something: Ellen had never touched me there! I was always the one caressing her private parts. She had never touched a man's penis in her life.

I pulled my penis out of my pants, and then I whispered in her ear, "Little sister, touch..."

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