Chapter 3

It was good to hear her sounding so natural this morning. It eased the pain in my gut a little bit. I looked at her and she smiled at me. Her blond hair was all fresh and shiny and clean looking and it reflected the sunshine from the window behind her. She looked so cute in her white blouse with the little green tie at the neck.

"Yeah," I said to Mom, "I'm a little nervous about these exams."

Mom was relieved that I wasn't sick and so was Dad, who wanted me to take care of the yard when I came home from school today. They finished their breakfast and both of them left for work, leaving me and Ellen alone.

As soon as I heard their cars pull away I moved a chair over to Ellen's and sat down next to her.

"Listen, Sis. I'm really scared about what we did yesterday."

Her face took on a look of curiosity at my tone of voice and what I had said. "Scared? Why?"

"Ellen," I said emphatically, "don't you know what screwing is all about? I could get you pregnant doing that!"

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

"It doesn't matter. It could still happen if I pull it out or not."

"Well," she said, "don't worry about it. I'm NOT pregnant."

I couldn't believe the way she sounded so calm and so certain in the face of something this serious. "How do you KNOW?"

"Because I got my period this morning."

"Oh... wow... " I said lamely. I felt oddly embarrassed because my sister had never discussed anything as personal as her periods with me before. But why shouldn't she now? After all, we had been lovers. "So that means you're not pregnant?"

"As far as I know it does," she said, leaning to me now and smiling sweetly into my worried expression. "Chill out, Danny. A girl can't be pregnant and get her period."

Ellen got up and put the breakfast things in the dishwasher while I (suddenly hungry) wolfed down the bacon and eggs. I drove her to school with me and we parked in the student lot. I still felt guilty about fucking her and taking her virginity from her. I just knew that it wasn't my place to have done it and that I had somehow dishonored my duty as her big brother and did something dirty with a very sweet and lovely girl.

"Ellie," I said, looking out the windshield because I was too embarrassed to face her, "I'm sorry about what I did to you yesterday."

"Did to me? What did you do?"

"You know... I never should have... fucked you. I blame myself. It wasn't your fault. We've been playing with this sex thing and I let it go too far. My horniness is just taking control of me. Boys are animals, Sis! We really are dirty things!"

Ellen put her little hand on my knee and looked directly into my eyes. "Danny, I wanted it! I asked you for it. We did it together, remember?"

"But I started it... that day on the couch. I never should have touched you like that. You're not like me, Ellie. Girls are different. They're not horny all the time like guys are. You've always been so... sweet and nice. I'm such a dirty bastard!"

Ellen laughed. "Danny, you nitwit! I've been getting horny and playing with myself (down there) since I was thirteen!"

"You have?" I was astonished. I would never have imagined Ellen doing such a thing.

"And who do you think I always fantasized about when I did it?"

"I don't know..." I thought about who would appeal her. "Donny Osmond? Eddie... ?"

"I always thought about YOU, Danny."

"Me?"

"Sure," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "You're my big brother. You love me. You would never hurt me or be mean to me. I trust you, Danny. I love you."

God, she was embarrassing the hell out of me! I could feel my eyes going watery and something made me wrap my arms around her and hug her to me tightly and kiss her soft cheek. She hugged me back.

"I do love you Ellie," I said. "That's why we can't do this sex thing with each other anymore. It feels so good but it's just not right."

"I'll do whatever you say, Danny," she said closely, into my ear.

"I trust you to tell me what's right." With that, she let me go and got out of the car.

That week I concentrated on school work and going out for the track team. I also tried to ask out a few girls but none seemed to be available. Ellen and me shared a pretty normal relationship for the remainder of that week and on into the next. We went to a family reunion for Thanksgiving. It was at Uncle Ralph's house. It was a pretty good time (for a family thing) with a big dinner and everyone dressed up. Ellen wore a light blue, frilly dress that all the Aunts and girl cousins raved about. She did look so very sexy in it too. Uncle Paul embarrassed her when he hugged her at the dinner table and loudly said, to everyone, "Look how our little Ellie has blossomed in the last year!" In fact, I found myself staring at her (from time to time) as she talked and joked with our relatives. I could feel myself getting a boner from the sight of her.

It was late when we drove home. It was quite a drive (about an hour) and Mom fell asleep in the front seat while Dad drove. Me and Ellen were in the back and I was just watching the cars go by on the freeway.

I suddenly felt Ellen's hand on mine and I looked over and saw her smile at me. I smiled back and looked back out the side window. That's when I felt her take my hand and move it over to her. She placed it on her frilly lap for a mile or so and then suddenly I felt her maneuver it down and then up so that my hand was now just above the top of her nylon stocking, on her soft thigh, under the skirt of her dress.

My dick went hard in a split second. It almost hurt the way it popped up so fast in my pants.

I left it there for a while, feeling the heat of her smooth skin and then I felt her hand take mine and pull it up further, to the crotch of her lacy panties.

God! What was she doing? Mom and Dad were only three feet away, in the front seat!

I looked quickly to the front and saw Dad just staring forward and Mom slumped over, toward the passenger window, sleeping. I looked over at Ellen's mischievous smile and then down at her sexy, exposed leg, and my hand in the bundle of her frilly skirt.

Gee, my brain told me, why not?

I pushed my hand into my sister's underpants. Her pussy was gushing wet with her lubricant. My fingers probed into her gooey slit, under the soft material of her panties. I felt her clit and, as she spread her legs a little, I maneuvered my middle finger up into her hot girl hole.

Ellen didn't make a sound, and neither did I. I just probed her for a long while. She only maneuvered her lower body occasionally to steer my finger to her feeling spots.

Dad and Mom were totally unaware of what was happening behind them and that seemed to heighten my sexual arousal to even greater fury.

But what was in this for MY satisfaction, I wondered?

I reached down, with my free hand, and undid my pants. Then I reached over my body to Ellen's hand and placed it in my undershorts. Her hand found my hard dick but she pulled it right back out.

What the fuck?

I pulled her hand back again but she resisted, pulling her hand back from me.

Then I suddenly realized something. Ellen had never touched ME. I had done it all to HER. She had never touched a dick in her life.

I pulled my hard cock out of my pants and leaned over to her to whisper. "Touch it, Sis!"

"No," she whispered back.

"Come on," I whispered directly in her ear, "I'm doing YOU!"

I put her hand on me again and this time she grasped my shaft. Her little hand felt so great on me. All the while my other hand was probing into her wet pussy. As she began to explore my cock, I began to massage her clit. I found that if I went to her clit, with my hand, whenever she made me feel good (with hers) I could signal her as to what would get me off. After a while she was jacking me off pretty good. Her hand moved slow but she was doing it at just the right spot. I started to rub her clit harder as I felt my own orgasm near.

The car had left the freeway and we were now in a more lighted area. It was a bit scary because people in other cars could see us and the back seat was brighter. I could detect the smell of sex in the air around me and if Dad looked in the rear-view mirror...

But he didn't and Ellen kept jacking and I kept twiddling and suddenly Ellen's legs went stiff and stretched and her hand tightened on me and I knew she was having an orgasm. That was enough to put me over and I started to cum, big time. The first shot of sperm flew up and hit the headliner of the car. This shocking event caused me to quickly put my free hand over the dick-head to act as a barrier for the rest of the spurts. Ellen's silent orgasm released her and she relaxed, next to me.

I looked to the front seat. Dad had seen nothing.

I looked up and a strand of sperm was hanging like a pendulum above me. Just at that moment it came down and plopped on my forehead.

Ellen saw it and started to laugh loudly.

"What's so funny back there?" Dad said and he started to turn his head. I pulled my hand quickly from my sister's crotch and she (just as quickly) pulled her hem down and crossed her legs.

"Nothing." Ellen said, trying to contain her laughter.

I had my hands over my dick and I started to button my pants when Dad had turned away. My lap was sopping with cum. I wiped my forehead with my shirtsleeve and looked over to see my sister still giggling.

A long weekend followed in which nothing much happened. I hung around the house and Mom and Dad were busy with shopping and such. Ellen had gone to stay the weekend with her girlfriend Chris. With her away (and with thoughts of what we had done in the back seat of the family car) I seemed to crave her.

This puzzled me. I didn't want my mind so occupied with the sexual attributes of my kid sister. It made me feel uneasy and kind of dirty. I just couldn't figure it all out. I had again made up my mind to go back to what I considered a "normal" relationship with her and keep these "sick" thoughts (of my sister's body) away from my mind.

But then I would be watching TV and see a cute girl and start thinking about the feel of Ellen's pussy in my hand, or the smell of it, or how sensational it felt when I had fucked her and my boner would be back and I would be longing for her again.

My buddy Phil called on Sunday and wanted me to go to the movies with him and his sister, Janice. I went, reluctantly because I wanted to be home when my sister got back.

The movie was a bore and Phil and Janice didn't add to my mood. Phil wanted me to "get to know" his sister. She was just like he was; loud and clowning around. She looked just like Phil too; skinny with red hair and freckles. She even wore jeans and the same leather jacket as he did but she had a sexy ass and cute little tittie bumps in her t-shirt. Phil kept trying to make her talk to me but the way that she ignored me let me know that she wasn't interested.

We stopped at a fast food place on the way back and, while we were eating, they were laughing, with each other, and making jokes. Phil kept telling me to lighten up.

"Come on, Dan! You're a big ball of laughs tonight," Phil said sarcastically. "Have some fun!"

"Yeah, sure."

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

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

Phil and Janice laughed and laughed but my stomach suddenly went sick. "That's funny?" I asked.

"Sure," Phil said.

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

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

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

"Yeah," Phil jumped in, "what are you... sick?"

They took me home. Everyone was asleep. I looked in my sister's room on my way to bed. She was sleeping soundly. I had the crazy idea of going to her bed and feeling her pussy while she was asleep.