Chapter 2

I couldn't stand it any longer. "Ellie," I called to her and she sat up and turned to me, sitting Indian style, with her knees up and her ankles crossed. She seemed to be all legs and underpants now.

"What?" She smiled up at me.

What was I going to say? How could I ask her for what I wanted? Sitting there, like that, she seemed so sweet and innocent. I was kind of afraid and oddly embarrassed. "Come here." I told her.

"No," she said, still smiling sweetly. "You come down here."

I moved like a rocket and sat down next to her on the carpet. "Ellie," I asked, into her smiling, pretty features, "do you ever think about what we did a few weeks ago?" As I said it, I reached between her open legs and rubbed the soft crotch of her panties, feeling the twin pillows of her pussy and the indention of her slit through the warm material.

Her face turned instantly sour and then her blue eyes went wide in shocked surprise. "No!" she gasped into my face, stretching the word in astonishment, and she roughly pulled my hand from her crotch and pushed it back at me. Her face was burning red now and her eyes seemed to bore into mine as she leaned to me and firmly said, "Don't you EVER touch me, like that, again or I'll tell Mom and Dad what you did!"

She got to her feet quickly and angrily stomped upstairs, leaving me alone on the carpet. I could hear her moving around in the bathroom as I sat on the floor and thought about what an absolute asshole I was for asking her. After a few minutes I heard her go into her room, slamming the door.

Great. Now what must she think of me? What a piece of shit I truly am! Why did I have to ask her? Why didn't I control myself?

I turned off the TV and went up to go to bed and try and forget about what a stupid thing I had done - again!

What was she going to do now? Would she just forget about it again (like the last time) or would she really tell Mom or Dad, when they got home, to put a stop to me?

As I went into the bathroom, I saw her panties on the floor by the clothes chute. I couldn't help myself. I picked them up and examined the crotch. It was wet with her fluids. I put it to my nose and I could strongly smell that enticing pussy scent again.

Now I could see myself, in the mirror, with my sister's underpants at my face. Did I look like a perverted fucker!

Feeling like total shit now, I dropped the panties, turned out the light and went into my room. Man, I was really low! I sat on the edge of my bed for a time and put my face in my hands.

That's when I heard her come into my room. I looked up and she was just standing there in front of me.

"What?" I asked, afraid that she was going to slap me now or yell at me again for what I had done downstairs.

She didn't say anything. She just reached over and placed her index finger under my nose. It was moist and strong with the smell of her pussy.

I knew immediately what this gesture meant. Letting me sniff her very private smell was her way of granting me consent without having to say a word. Man, did my hormones kick in!

I looked up at her face. It held the same vacant, longing expression that I saw on my own face (in the bathroom mirror) when I was smelling her panties.

I grabbed the bottom of her pink night-shirt and pulled it up, exposing her curves to me. She wasn't wearing any underpants and I could see her pussy right in front of my face. It was the most attractive thing I had ever seen in my life. It looked so much different than the last time I had seen it-- when we were both younger. Ellen now had pretty, ash colored pussy hair. It was only slightly curly and the hairs were not very long. The little patch only covered from just above her pubic bone and then between her legs. I could see the slit between her puffy pussy lips and the button of her clit protruding slightly.

I leaned my face over to smell her. Her sexual fragrance was very sharp in my nostrils now as I inhaled. God! My hormones were on fire for it! I put my face to the soft hair and I kissed it. I kissed and kissed and kissed that beautiful thing, savoring its alluring odor while I did it. I put my hands on her soft ass cheeks and pushed her lower body to my face. I began to work my kisses into the moist slot between the furry, fleshy pads of her pussy and I could detect her feminine secretions clinging to my lips. I put my tongue out to taste her.

My sister's pussy was sweet but with a salty, lemony tang. I dropped to the floor, in front of her, and she held up the hem of her night-shirt and lifted one foot onto the bed, to open herself for me, as I grasped her baby-soft hips and continued kissing (and now licking) into the tasty, scented slit between her silky legs.

Ellen gripped my shoulders, to steady herself, and I could sense her body quivering and hear her voice making the sweetest little chirping sounds as I licked into her. Nothing I had ever done, in all my life, turned me on as much as this did. I had to have more of it!

"Lay on the bed," I looked up and told her, my voice just a quaking whisper.

Ellen didn't say a word but she quickly did as I had instructed, laying herself back on the bed with her legs slightly apart and pulling the bottom of her night-shirt up to her thin waist. I wasn't sure of how far I should go with her. I was beyond mere arousal now. I was trembling from the effects of pure lust.

I got half way on the bed, next to her, so that my face was just above her pussy and I placed my hands on her warm thighs to spread her limbs a little more for me.

I pushed my tongue into the oily-wet cleft, between her tender pussy lips, licking and tasting the lemony flavor of her most personal place. The whole time Ellen made more little squeaking noises as the thrill, of what I was doing to her, made the breath catch in her throat. I could tell that she liked it because of those sounds she was making and because she began pushing her pussy up, at my face, from the bed. It was wonderful!

I took Ellen's leg and pulled it over my head so that I could fully expose her to me. Her thighs were wide apart now, as I lay on my stomach with my face at her crotch. I used my fingers to gently separate the, slightly hair covered, billowy lips of her pussy. I could see the pinkness of her delicate inner skin and (under the protrusion of her clitoris) into the dainty appearing orifice of her vagina. It was glistening wet and open. It beckoned for me to explore and taste it.

Ellen's hand (with her pink, painted fingernails) suddenly covered the open display. I took her hand away and held it to her soft thigh as I pushed my face to her parted crotch and stuck my tongue deep into her warm vagina. Her hand squeezed mine tightly and I could hear her breathing stop and see the muscles of her flat stomach go rigid as I entered her.

I explored into her velvety slick opening, noticing that the abundant nectar, within her sexual entrance, was very sweet tasting and slippery. I suddenly remembered a part of an old rhyme that

Mom used to tell us when we were little: "Sugar and spice and everything nice - that's what little girls are made of." Had the author of that poem ever done this to one?

Ellen put her hands softly to my cheeks and pushed me back.

"Don't do it in there, Danny," she said breathlessly, "it's way too sensitive."

She guided my face up so that my mouth was on the folds of skin at her clitoris and I began to swirl my tongue around that, daintily soft, rigid little button in the slot of her pussy. Her scented hairs tickled my nose as I thrilled from the effects of both smelling and tasting her sex. Ellen's body quaked and shuddered with each movement of my tongue now. I knew that I had her highly aroused and I was overjoyed at my ability to give her such pleasure. As I licked her, I pulled off my shorts. I didn't know what I was going to do with her next but I had to have all of her!

Just then her little body stiffened, like on the couch, and she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her. My tongue sank deep into her spasming vaginal hole as her warm thighs closed to the sides of my cheeks and began to squeeze. Her lower body churned her pussy on me as she came. My mouth filled with sweet, slimy Ellen and I excitedly swallowed but kept my tongue working, inside of her, so that she would "get off" real good.

Then she suddenly went limp and was panting, on her back, as I continued to lap into the slippery folds of her sex. Something appeared in front of my face and I was momentarily licking the back of her hand as she had covered herself again and was now pushing my face away from her crotch.

I got to my knees, breathing loudly from my sexual excitement, my face wet, from my little sister's pussy, and my large, rigid pole jerking and standing up in front of me.

Ellen's eyes seemed to go two sizes wider and she sat up and looked at my dick with an odd, fearful stare for a moment.

I started to crawl on top of her but she scampered back from me and then got off the bed quickly, running out and shutting my door behind her.

What the fuck? I wondered.

I jumped up and went to her bedroom door but it was locked again.

"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.