6 comments/ 33283 views/ 55 favorites Ellie Ch. 01 By: kpopforever Elle sighed as she tucked the cover under her mother's chin. It seemed nowadays all her mother did was sleep. Ever since her father died last year her mother, Sarah had been heartbroken. Instead of working at her job as a wedding planner all she did was take the sleeping pills prescribed by her doctor. "Elle...where's Gabriel?" Her mother asked sleepily. Elle looked deep into her mother's green eyes and saw the pain there. "I'm not sure mom. But I know he'll come home when he's hungry." Sarah smiled at Elle "I love when you call me mom." "Well even though we aren't related by blood in my mind you ARE my mother," Elle said warmly. Sarah in truth was Elle's god mother. When Elle was six both of her parents died in a car crash, having no other family suitable to gain custody of her, Sarah and her husband Gideon had adopted her right away. They took her into their family and raised her like their own daughter. "Without you I would probably been put in the foster care system. I'm so grateful to you and too daddy...I mean Gideon." At the mention of her husband name Sarah's eyes grew sad "Gideon...he's really gone isn't he?" As the tears began to well in her eyes she turned over in her bed "Elle suddenly I feel so tired. Can you hand me my medicine." Elle sighed once again as she reached onto the dresser and grabbed the bottle and handed it to her mother. "Here you go mom. Just...relax and rest and I'll take care of dinner and Gabriel." She gave her mother a kiss on the forehead. Elle walked lightly out of the room and closed the oak wood door. She hated seeing her mother like that. She used to be so vibrant and full of life but ever since her father died of cancer last year everything had changed. Elle reached up to rub her tired eyes and discovered her eyes were wet. She took a deep breath Elle didn't have time for tears right now. She was the rock of the family and they needed her. It was time to move onto her next problem Gabriel. Gabriel was her older brother by three years and he was currently missing. Again. Like their mother Gabriel took their father's death hard. While their mother seemed to escape through sleeping pills Gabriel's escape was alcohol. At twenty one Gabe was a hard drinker, he had frequent black outs and would disappeared for days. This of course made their mother worry even more because after all he was her true son. Her older brother was one of the most important people in her life. They used to be inseparable. He was her best friend and she loved him. Elle remembered the first day Sarah and Gideon brought her home... Hamptons New York Twelve Years Earlier Elle looked out the window as the car pulled up to a big three story house. There was a huge yard with a swing set and a basketball hoop in the back. Children ran and laughed played in the pool as music played off sets of speakers. Banners strung up against trees read Happy Birthday Gabriel. Grown Ups sat around picnic tables with blue and white table cloths and some stood around a row of barbeque grills. The smell of food entered the car through the cracked windows and on a table in the middle of the yard was a blue and white birthday cake with a number 9 candle on the top cake layer. Presents of all colors and sizes surrounded the table. Uncle Gideon stopped the car and both he and Auntie Sarah turned to look at her in the back seat. "Well Elle this is your new home. Do you like it?" Elle turned her big blue eyes on Auntie Sarah...well she guessed that now she should call Auntie Sarah mommy now. Elle missed her mommy and daddy but the people told her they both went to heaven but Elle didn't understand why they had left her behind. "It's big." Elle answered in a small voice. Her new mommy smiled at her "I know its big sweetie but I promise you'll like it. Once you meet your big bother I'm sure you will have fun." Elle thought Auntie Sarah was really pretty with her blonde hair and green eyes she looked nothing like her mommy who had dark red hair and blue eyes. But even though she was pretty Elle felt she was lying. There was no way she was going to like this big new house, or her new brother. "Elle we are very happy to have you here we hope you grow to love us as much as we already love you." This man was her new daddy. But Elle liked her old daddy, she liked her old house and she liked her old life! Why did things have to change? Just as tears began to well in her eyes a dark haired boy wearing a birthday hat with a red tee shirt and blue jeans shorts ran up to the car. "Mommy, mommy did you bring her?" he asked excitedly. Auntie Sarah laughed "Yes Gabriel we brought her, but she's your new sister not a new toy so be nice to her." "I will! I promise I will be the nicest big brother ever." Gideon reached through the window and ruffled his son's hair. "Okay sport you better, you know as an older brother it's your job to protect your younger sister against bullies and other bad stuff." Gabriel giggled as he pushed his dad's hand off "I know dad. I know." "Well then you better show her around," Auntie Sarah told him. Elle looked at the older boy. She didn't like him, so what if he had a nice smile and kind eyes she didn't trust him. Both Auntie Sarah and Uncle Gideon opened their doors and got out of the car. They both turned to look at Elle in the car. All three of them had expectant looks on their faces. Elle didn't want to open the door. Opening the door and getting out meant she was ready to let go of her mommy and daddy and she didn't want that. Gabriel walked up to the car door "It's okay Ellie I'll help you out of the car." Elle shrank against the seat as he opened the door and looked at her. He reached out and grabbed her wrist "Come on Ellie!" Elle cried out as he pulled her out the car. Her white sandals hit the ground with a clink and as she looked around Elle saw everyone was looking at her. "Wow mommy! She has red hair." Gabriel screamed and as both of her new parents laughed Elle felt herself blush. Still chuckling Gideon smiled at Elle "Yes she looks just like her mommy. Remember Auntie Isabelle had red hair too." Sarah smiled sadly at the mention of her best friends name "Yeah and Elle has her same blue eyes too." "So Elle do you want to go get some cake?" Gideon asked her. Elle was fed up with everything, she didn't like her new family and she wanted to go back home to Texas not live in cold New York in that really big house. "No!" All three people looked at Elle in surprise "I- I want my mommy and daddy! I want to go back to Texas and play with my toys! I hate New York!" as Elle broke into tears she finally lost it "And I hate you!" she turned and ran ignoring the shouts behind her. Elle ran down the drive way and down the street. Elle didn't stop running even when her legs hurt and it was hard to breathe. She was going to run all the way to Texas, to her mommy. When she finally stopped she was at a park with a huge jungle gym and slide. Mommies and Daddy's played with their kids Elle ran to the slide and saw a space between the slide and a wall. She climbed in between and pulled her knees into her chest and cried. Elle imagined her mommy was there stroking her head like she used to when Elle was sick. Elle didn't know how long she sat there but after a while it began to get dark. She was getting scared she didn't eat before she ran away and she was hungry. When it was pitch black she heard someone calling her name and she watched as people with flashlights walked around the neighborhood. "Elle! Sweetie where are you!?" Auntie Sarah sounded like she was crying and Elle couldn't understand why. "Elle please answer us. I promise we can talk just let us know you're all right," Uncle Gideon sounded worried too. But Elle was still too afraid to answer them. She didn't know what to do. Suddenly a small light landed on her and Elle looked petrified, at Gabriel. "Found you Ellie." Gabriel looked at her with triumph. "G-go away!!" Elle stuttered at the older boy. Gabriel looked at her curiously "Why did you run away?" he looked truly perplexed. "Do you not like cake?" Elle sniffled "I like cake... I don't like YOU." Gabriel sat down next to Elle "Ellie are you crying? Don't cry, as your big brother it's my job to take care of you." He reached into the little alcove and pulled her out despite her struggles. "Let me go! Shut up and my name is Elle not Ellie!" "Okay, but you're my new little sister and you're cute so, cute little sister's should get cute nicknames. Well that's what my daddy says." Elle thought of her own daddy and how much she missed him. She began to cry again "I-I miss my daddy!!" Gabriel pulled Elle into a hug "It's okay Ellie. Don't cry big brother is here." Elle hugged him back as she cried. He made her feel safe when he hugged her. Almost like when her daddy used to hug her. "I miss how my mommy used to play piano with me. And how daddy used to play tea party with me and my dolls." She sobbed into Gabriel's shoulder. "That's okay. I promise I'll play tea party with you and your dolls. Plus we have a huge white piano in the front room. I'm sure mommy will let you play it." Gabriel felt really bad. He didn't want Ellie to cry. He wanted her to play with him. Gabriel had always wanted a little sister and now he had one. Elle pulled away and looked into Gabriel's green eyes "P-promise you'll p-p-play dolls with me.?" He smiled at her "Whenever you want. I promise." Gabriel stood up and pulled Elle to her to feet. "And next time you're feeling sad I promise to make you feel better." Elle looked at Gabriel "How?" Gabriel smiled mischievously "By tickling you!!" Elle burst into loud laughter as Gabriel tickled her mercilessly. "No stop!!" Elle cried as she laughed and squealed in delight. Once they had regained their breath Gabriel asked her "Are you ready to go home now?" Elle nodded "I guess so." When Gabriel held out his hand Elle put her hand in his. She smiled as they walked away; maybe having a big brother wouldn't be so bad after all. Sarah and Gideon watched in shock as their nine year old walked up to them hand and hand with Elle. "Hi mommy and daddy. I found Ellie she was hiding in the park. She was sad because she missed her own mommy and daddy, and she wanted to play piano, and have a tea party with her dolls but I promised to play tea party with her whenever she wanted, and now she's happy and not crying" Gabriel said in one big breath. After she absorbed the big paragraph her son had just rushed through she smiled at hem both "Well that's good. Everyone was very worried about Elle." Gideon walked to Elle crouched down to enveloped her in a hug "I know you miss your parents sweet one but I promise me and Sarah are going to try our best to be a good family to you. Do you think you can let us?" Elle looked at Gideon and saw the kindness there and she knew he was telling the truth "I'll try." She said and then she hugged him back. For the first time since her parents death Elle felt like she was loved. Gabriel had kept his word. Throughout the years when ever Elle felt sad, lost or lonely he was always there. Smiling and calling her Ellie. He was her over protective big brother. Even when she entered high school and boys started looking at her different he had kept any unsavory characters away from her. Gabriel introduced her to Alec, her boyfriend who was as shy as she was. After the death of their father Gabriel became distant and secretive. There was something dark inside him now. Elle wasn't sure she could help him anymore. The eyes that were always sparkling and kind when he looked at her were now angry and dark. Elle walked to Gabriel's bedroom door and knocked "Gabe? Are you in here?" when no reply came Elle opened the door and stepped in. She closed the door and looked around the room. Elle smiled as she saw his Shinedown posters and his crisply made bed. Walking to his dresser she looked at pictures on display. There were pictures of her and him and of Gabriel and their father and some of him and his friends. She missed her big brother and her best friend. Gideon's death was hard on her also but Elle couldn't let it show. She HAD to keep the family together. Elle sat on Gabriel's bed as she sighed. The room smelled like him. She knew as a temporary part of the family she had no right to try and fix them but this family had saved her when she thought she would be alone forever. Elle loved being a part of her family and she would help them get through this rough time. She would help them even if it killed her. Feeling incredibly tired Elle snuggled into Gabriel's pillows. She would rest her eyes and then she would wake get in her car and go find her brother. Elle woke to the sound of a door opening. She bolted up in bed to see Gabriel walking into his room. Like always he was dressed in black. He wore a plain black cotton tee shirt with his black leather jacket. Black jeans were held up by a black studded belt and he had on his black short ankle length combat boots. His dark hair was slicked back and his green eyes shot daggers at her. Elle knew most girls thought her brother super attractive he had the build of a football player and at 180 pounds of muscle he stood at a 6'3. Gabe's lips that Elle was so used to seeing smiling were pinched into a frown. "What the fuck are you doing in here Elle," His deep voice rustled with anger. Elle's heart began to beat fast. He looked so dangerous and angry "I-I came to see if you were here and I feel asleep." Gabriel closed his door and walked deeper into his room he noticed instantly someone had been messing with his pictures. "How many times have I told you not to fuck with my shit?" "I was only trying to see if there was some clue as to where you were?" He sneered at her "Aww little Ellie trying so hard to fix what's so fucked up." He began to take off his jacket. "What were you going to do if you found me? Go into the club with that annoying determination and dragged me back to this shit hole?" Elle moved off the bed "Must you use such coarse language?" Gabriel rolled his eyes "I'm sorry princess perfect I'll get on fixing my language right away." She ignored his sarcasm "Mother has been worried sick. You've been missing for three days." Elle tried to ignore the shaking in her hands she didn't know why she was so afraid. This was Gabriel, her big brother he'd never hurt her, right? Gabriel put his hand over his heart "What? Our mother stopped popping pills long enough to notice my absence? I'm touched." "And how is her popping pills any different from you guzzling alcohol like a bum on the street?" Elle asked angrily. Gabriel turned on her quickly "What did you say?" Frightened Elle began to take steps backward towards the wall. He stalked her slowly. His green eyes were glowing with the glint of a predator. When her back hit the wall she let out a little yip. This Gabriel scared her. "Nothing I'm sorry Gabriel... I'll just leave." She turned and ran toward the door but as soon as she opened it his hand appeared above hers and slammed it shut. She was trapped inside a room with an angry predator. She felt his heat as he pushed his body flush against hers. Her breath began to saw in and out of her lungs and Elle felt weird between her legs. His breath was moist on her ear. "Turn around." He said in her ear. Elle was shaking as she turned around. "Look me in the eye." Gabriel ordered her once again. As she lifted her frightened eyes to his Elle didn't know what would happen, but she knew this man was not her brother. Her big brother would never scare her like this. Her brother was kind and fun loving. He always took care of her and he didn't look at her the way Gabriel was looking at her now. He didn't look at her like a man who was starved for a woman. A woman he was going to devour. The look in his eye was purely sexual and it scared Elle like crazy. He was her brother. Not by blood but definitely by upbringing. They both were in a spell and Gabriel looked dazed. When his hand cupped the nape of her neck she shivered "Please Gabriel don't h-hurt me." Her words broke the spell first he looked at her in shock then in contempt. Gabriel began to laugh. "You know what Elle? You are so fucking annoying. Always acting like the victim of a goddamned tragedy. Running around trying to be Miss Perfect well guess what you're not. Always so fucking innocent, God you make me sick!" he pushed away from her. Speechless at his tirade all Elle could do was stand there dumbfounded. When had he come to despise her so? Why? Was she so horrible? Before she knew it a sound was filling the room confused she looked at Gabriel seeing the look of open disgust on his face Elle realized she was openly sobbing. Tears were streaming down her face as she absorbed the fact that she had truly lost her best friend. "God, are you crying? Ugh stop that's pathetic." Gabriel sneered at her. Elle felt as if her heart were breaking "There used to be a time when you would dry my tears. But I guess that time is gone." She tried desperately to stop the sobs "I'm not sure when you started hating me, but it hurts. I miss you Gabe, I miss you calling me Ellie and having tea parties with me. You were my big brother. The last thing I want is to cause you pain now that I know I'm only annoying you I-I promise not to bother you again!!" Elle yanked open the door and ran down the hallway. She heard him calling her name but she just ran. She ran down the stairs and out the door. Past her lawn and that of her neighbors Elle ran. She ignored people saying hello and ran until her lungs and legs burned. Many people looked at her strangely she knew what she must look like, a short, red haired girl in a blue sweater dress with black leggings and knee high silver flat boots running like crazy. As she ran Elle saw the past with both Gabriel and her father playing tea party with her, Gabriel taking her trick or treating. Her mother taking her shopping for her first homecoming dance, this was the family she was losing and it hurt more than anything Elle had experienced in her life. She found herself at the same park she had run away to so many years before. It being February luckily no one was there. Elle walked to the swing set and dejectedly sat down. She swung slowly as thoughts ran rampant around her mind. She needed to figure out her next step it was apparent that Gabriel now hated her. A fact that would forever haunt her but Elle was eighteen she could legally move out now. The problem was where would she go? She knew if she asked Alec's parents they would be happy to take her in but she didn't want to impose on them. Graduation was only four months away. Elle had been offered a full ride scholarship to both Carnegie Mellon and to Berkeley for piano performance and composition. Berkeley had a campus in L. A. it was on the other side of the country. It was completely away from her mother and her pills and from Gabriel and his hate. She would stay and graduate and then attend Berkeley L.A. in the fall. This summer she was supposed to visit her friend Lyric back in Texas. Maybe she could extend that trip to last most of summer. There by ensuring she saw as little of her family as possible. After trying so hard Elle was giving up maybe some things couldn't be fixed when broken. She heard the song" You are so Beautiful" by Escape the Fate being played. Elle picked up her phone "Hi Alec." "Hey babe Watcha doing!?" came her boyfriend's voice. Elle looked around the empty park "Nothing you?" "Nothing just looking at something super freaking awesome, you have three guesses." She laughed "I don't know a new car?" "I wish but no." "Ooh I know a magic carpet!?" Ellie Ch. 01 Life gets in the way of writing, and I'm no exception: work and family and other hobbies have taken their toll on my time - but I've been away from Literotica for too long, so here is my latest offering for the New Year. The story turned out longer than I had originally planned so I'll post it in two chapters: the second will appear two weeks after the first is published. Everybody in it is over 18, of course, and imaginary...although I wish I'd had a sister like her. Hot_Sister, Jan 16 ***** Ellie Chapter 01 'Jesus, Jason! Get the fuck out!' Ellie's voice was shrill. 'Get out, get out!' Jason gaped at his sister, his mouth opening and closing a few times like a startled goldfish. It had all happened so quickly she hadn't had time to cover her pussy and the image of its soft, wet lips were seared into his mind. 'Get out!' she screeched again, 'and shut the fucking door!' Jason retreated rapidly and Ellie was left staring after him with her heart thudding. How dare he! It wasn't like their rooms were next to each other: his was down the hall and even the shared bathroom was two doors down. She thought the sneaky shit must have crept down the hallway and decided to bust in because he thought it would be funny... and anyway, what the fuck was he doing home at this time? He should have been at work learning to do his job, rather than creeping around the house, perving. Ellie's mind turned towards what he would have seen: her naked breasts...legs wide apart...the vibrator...her face screwed up in pleasure. Jesus! Her anger gave way to humiliation, followed immediately by another, even more disturbing thought. How long had he been there? She hadn't heard the door open and it was only when she opened her eyes to watch herself that she'd seen him. A few seconds? A minute? She tried to remember how long she'd been at it, but time seemed to get lost when she played with herself. So how long had her eyes been shut? A minute at least...enough for him to been there, watching as she plunged the vibrator into her body, seeing the shine of her juices on its smooth glossy surface and hearing her little sighs and grunts of pleasure. A wave of embarrassment surged through her again and she groaned aloud. Fuck, Fuck! Who would he tell? She imagined he would be texting his dodgy little friends at this very moment ...hey, guess what? Just caught El with a vibrator up her pussy lol. She knew some of his friends - horrible creatures who seemed to think of nothing but getting their ends away. Their simple little brains would think she was some sort of nympho...fair game for their sick jokes and probably worth a crack to see if they could get some. The more she thought about it the more her heart sank. Her fingers idly manipulated the soft, wet lips of her pussy but her heart wasn't in it and she withdrew them with a sigh before slipping out of bed and pulling on her shorts and a tank top. She stood before the full-length mirror for a moment to check her hair, her fingers touching it briefly. The face that stared back at her was small and round...an elfin face, her mother said, graced by a pair of grey eyes that seemed too big, a little turned up nose and a pair of soft, full lips that seemed to smile a lot, although they weren't now. For a moment she stood on tiptoe - an unconscious reaction to her short height and slender build - and then she turned and moved to the door. Jason's bedroom door was shut and Ellie hesitated for a moment. Her instinct was to burst in, just as he had done, but part of her acknowledged that her door had been ajar whilst his was shut - and besides, if she did that she would be no better than him; and so she knocked and waited, her heart beating in angry anticipation. No sound came from behind the door. She knocked again, louder. 'Jason! I know you're in there!' Nothing. She rattled the handle angrily. 'Jason! I want to talk to you!' 'Uh...just a moment.' His voice was strained, and Ellie stood impatiently outside, wondering what he was doing. She raised her fist to bang on the door again but it was suddenly opened and he was there before her. He flinched and stepped back and for a moment the two regarded each other. 'I thought you were going to hit me,' he explained. There was sheepish expression on his face. Ellie put down her fist. 'I should. You deserve it.' Her eyes searched his face. 'What the fuck were you doing bursting into my room like that?' Jason studied his feet. 'Uh, nothing.' 'Crap! You don't come into my room for nothing! What were you doing?' 'I...um, well, I heard something.' His face was red. 'I came out of the bathroom and turned to go to my room, but I heard something...I thought we might have a burglar.' His eyes flickered to hers briefly before sliding away. 'I didn't know you were home, honest El.' Ellie envisaged the sound he had heard: a moan, perhaps, or the soft hiss of her breath as the vibrator slid into her. His explanation was probably true, but it didn't solve her problem. 'I guess you saw me then?' she said. 'I mean...well, you know - um, doing it?' She watched as her brother nodded, his eyes still on the floor. 'So who are you going to tell?' she asked. Jason's eyes flashed to her face. 'No one, Ellie - honest. I won't tell anyone. I wouldn't -' 'Not your friends?' 'Hell no!' 'Not our parents!' 'No.' He shook his head again. 'No one - I promise.' Ellie studied him for a moment. 'If you do I'll make your life fucking miserable,' she threatened. Jason nodded, his head bobbing up and down like a marionette. 'I know.' 'I mean it!' 'And I do, too,' he said. 'Really. I won't tell a soul.' 'All right.' She glanced around his room. The computer chair was pushed under the desk, so he hadn't been sat on it, and his phone was nowhere to be seen. So what had he been doing when she knocked? She looked at the rumpled bed and in a moment of insight imagined him lying on it, his hands busy as he remembered what he'd just seen. Her eyes flicked to his crotch to confirm her suspicions, and then to his face to see the guilt and confusion in his eyes. 'All right,'' she repeated. 'Just remember what I said.' 'I will...uh - I'm sorry, Ellie.' Jason watched as she turned away and he shut the door quietly behind her, and he lay back on his bed to think. Jason Montgomery Paige was not a virgin. He'd lost that a few months ago to an accommodating girl called Mary, whose generosity in dispensing sexual favours was only exceed by the size of her humongous chest. He remembered fondling her breasts behind the sports pavilion one night, marveling at their weight and how they spilled into his hands like...well, like nothing he had ever known before. They swamped his senses - the flesh warm and resilient, soft and yet firm at the same time. Amazing mounds of quivering, beautiful perfumed perfection that somehow, just by touching them, forged an instant connection with his cock to make it longer and harder than he could ever remember. There was clearly a similar connection between Mary's rubbery nipples and her pussy, too. He remembered how she had started moaning as soon as he touched them, whispering in a quivering voice that he made her wet: and when she hoisted up her skirt he saw in the dim light that it was true - she was oozing juice from the scarlet gash between the white, dimpled thighs. Amazing. And so Jason had fucked her, delighting in the delicious grip of her cunt as she grunted and moaned underneath him. He'd only done it once and that was understood: for once a name had been carved on Mary's bedstead she always moved on to new prey. But it had been enough, for in the solitude of Jason's room the memory of her pussy had persisted for weeks - a lingering picture that fuelled the image of what he had done to that wet little opening between her bulging thighs. Since then he'd had a couple of others, too. No one special - just girls he had picked up, who had drunk too much and needed a quick fuck to satisfy themselves. They had forgotten his name by the next day, just as he had forgotten theirs; but the feeling of their soft, perfumed bodies and the images of their pouting lips and twitching thighs lingered a little longer before they faded too. Looking back on it Jason thought each of them had been a pleasant experience, but he was left with a curiously empty feeling. But now, in a single moment of time, his definition of excitement had been forever redefined. He had gone to his sister's room to confront an intruder, pushing the door open silently, his heart hammering and his feet poised to flee. And instead...well, there she was, stark bollocky naked on the bed with her face screwed up and her fingers at her crotch. He remembered the initial shock: the punch of embarrassment at catching her this way - and the immediate realisation that her eyes were tightly shut and she hadn't heard him, and that if he crept back she would never know. But he couldn't. His feet were glued to the floor and he let his eyes roam over her. Ellie, his sister. Little Ellie, five foot two in her stockinged feet. Never seen naked before, at least not since she was a toddler, and now here she was, with every delicious curve and hill and valley displayed to his incredulous gaze. His head told him to turn away and run like a thief in the night, but he could no more do that than hack off his arm with a blunt axe. And so he stood like a column of stone and his eyes drank her in - flashing, stark images like a strobe firing a dark room: her thighs open, knees raised; the slender curve of her calves and the glossy perfection of her skin. The delicate fingers, pink-tipped, gripping the stem of a dildo half buried inside her. He recalled with breath-taking clarity the contrast of colours - the glossy black rod, shining with moisture, and the pink the vaginal lips clinging to it. Pink and black - the colours of sin. He watched as it disappeared inside her, saw her back arch and the ecstasy on her face; heard the hiss of breath from her lungs. He saw her lashes thick and dark upon her cheeks and her bottom lip caught between her little white teeth, and he drank in the sight of her breasts - like apples, firm and round and perfect, capped by swollen nipples just begging to be sucked. And all the time her fingers moved, plunging the slippery shaft into that tight little gateway to her body. And now there was embarrassment, yes, but only because she had caught him - but it was overwhelmed what he had seen. He played it back in his mind, like an artist dwelling on the exquisite detail of a priceless painting, further enriched by the memory of his other senses too - like her smell: the sweetness of her perfume and the odour of her cunt, subtle and irresistible; and the wet sounds of her vulva as she played. The memory invoked a surge of lust and he quickly unzipped himself and drew out his cock, stroking it vigorously as he remembered. Ellie...fuck, how had she got so hot? Her tits...the tight little body, moving sinuously as she serviced herself. Her fingers, long and slim as they grasped the dildo, and the wet, warm opening to her body gripping the shining black plastic. And as he stroked his cock he imagined a different scenario: how she might have opened her eyes and smiled as she saw him. The whispered invitation to come closer, to stand beside her and watch as she played; the soft sounds of her cunt, the bubbling juices. The look in her eyes as she watched his face. He imagined her setting aside the dildo and grasping his cock with slippery fingers, pulling it towards her...the tip touching her wetness, poised at the entrance. He envisaged her face, staring up at him with an expression of desperate lust on her face. He imagined penetrating her...punching upwards into that tight, quivering little body. With a soft groan Jason spurted: jets of hot jism splashing over his hand, and in his mind's eye he pictured it spraying into his sister, and he could see the flare in her eyes as she felt her brother's warmth infuse her. ***** Ellie came down to breakfast a little late the next morning and Jason was sat at the table. His eyes slid away as she looked at him. Her mother smiled. 'Morning, Ellie.' 'Hi Mum - so where are you going?' 'Your father asked me to join him at ten - he's making the opening speech on the new project and there will be a lunch afterwards.' She set a plate of bacon and eggs on the table and stood back. 'Are you in today?' Ellie nodded. 'I guess. I have an assignment due in a couple of days so I figured I'd work on that. Jason will probably do what he usually does, which is nothing.' She waited for him to respond but he was uncharacteristically quiet. 'We'll clear up, Mum - is there anything else you need?' 'Not really.' Her mother undid her apron and hung it on the door. 'I'll be back about three. Be good.' Jason spooned his cereal into his mouth whilst he looked everywhere except at his sister, and she ate her bacon and eggs. The silence stretched out to the point of discomfort. 'So how long were you watching?' Ellie asked at length. His eyes slid to her face. 'I thought we weren't going to talk about it any more.' 'We aren't going to talk about it to other people - that doesn't mean we shouldn't. So how long?' 'Uh, well, only a few seconds.' His expression betrayed the lie. 'Bullshit. You were stood there perving. So how long?' Jason set down his spoon with a clatter. 'Shit, I don't know El! I went into your room not knowing what to expect - certainly not you, but there you were there with -' he broke off, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid: a dildo up your clout. He stared at his sister for a moment, an angry look almost as if he blamed her for what had happened, and then the shadows in his eyes shifted and she could see him remembering, picturing how the light had gleamed on the soft, wet folds of her cunt. 'It was a shock,' he said, 'and I just froze. You would have done the same if it had been the other way around.' 'I would have knocked on the door first.' 'Whatever,' Jason's voice was sullen. 'Look, I've said I'm sorry - I don't know what more I can do.' Ellie realised the conversation had descended into something she hadn't intended. 'I'll figure something out,' she said lightly. 'Let's say - ten credits?' It was an old thing - if one of them pissed off the other they had to do something in return. 'Ten!' Jason said. Normally it was only two or three when he fucked up. 'Ten,' Ellie said firmly. 'And be happy it wasn't twenty.' ***** 'So why can't Dad do it?' Jason's voice was petulant. 'He's working.' 'He doesn't work on Saturdays.' Suzy Paige shrugged. She was a handsome woman of forty five but sometimes she felt older, particularly when Jason was being difficult. 'He is today.' 'But I was going out with my mates,' Jason persisted. 'You can still do that, Jason, but I need you to help me for an hour or so. It's really not much to ask.' She glanced at her son. 'Ellie's coming, so it won't take long with three of us and I'll drop you off wherever you want afterwards.' The thought that his sister would be with them cheered Jason up. It had been four days since they'd had the breakfast conversation and although they hadn't spoken much he found himself thinking of her a lot. 'So where are we going?' he asked. 'We pick it up from a house in Kingston and drop it off at Fairmont.' Jason shrugged. Collecting second hand fridges wasn't the most exciting way to spend a Saturday morning, but at least Ellie would be there. He glanced at her, taking in the short black skirt and the yellow tank top. She'd brushed her hair until it gleamed and there was a touch of gloss on her lips. She was gorgeous, and he suddenly wanted to spend the whole day with her, not just an hour. 'Ok,' he said. 'Sorry. Of course I'll help.' 'All right.' They set off an hour later, Ellie in the front with her mother and Jason in the back. The old Ford station wagon didn't have air con and it was already hot. He fastened his gaze on the back of his sister's head, watching as her hair stirred in the breeze from the open window. He felt he wanted to get to know her better, to get closer. To see if what had happened had changed the way she thought about him too, but he didn't know where to begin. 'So what are you doing later, El?' he asked. She turned her head. 'Shopping.' 'Perhaps I could come with you - uh, you know, that is, if you don't mind.' 'I thought you were going out with your friends.' 'They'll be gone by the time we get back.' Ellie regarded him for a moment. On Saturdays he usually looked scruffy but she saw he'd shaved and was wearing smart shorts and a clean shirt for a change. 'So you really want to go to the shops with me?' she asked. 'Sure. I need some ideas about - well, you know.' It was their mother's birthday in a fortnight. Ellie was surprised he'd even remembered. Normally Jason's presents consisted of a promise to get them something that never eventuated. 'Sure,' she said. 'But I'm meeting Sassie at twelve, so you'll need to split by then.' Sassie was her new friend from work, a dark skinned girl whose real name was unpronounceable. 'I'm happy to stick around for lunch,' he said. 'I wouldn't mind meeting her.' Ellie shook her head. 'Nah. We've got a date with a bunch of others - you know, a chick thing.' In fact it was just her and Sassie, but she had no intention of letting Jason or anyone else from the family intrude. Some things were better kept apart. 'So why do you want to meet her?' she asked. Jason shrugged. 'Just being friendly.' Ellie said nothing, but she thought it odd. In the past he'd shown no interest in her or her friends but now - well, now he was different all of a sudden. Perhaps he was still feeling guilty? The thought reminded her of when he'd caught her she groaned inwardly. It was something she'd rather forget. * There was a man waiting for them on the step and he took them into the garage. 'There it is,' he said, 'I've cleaned her up but I hope you're feeling strong. She's a heavy mother.' 'I - um didn't realise it was so big,' said Suzy. Is it going to fit in the car?' The man examined the Ford with a weathered eye. 'I reckon - but it will be tight.' He was right. The four of them stood back, breathing heavily. The fridge lay like a vast coffin in the back. Ellie looked at her mother. 'So where do we sit?' 'You'll have to both sit in the front.' She watched as her children squeezed in beside her before starting the engine and backing out. Ellie was on Jason's lap and she looked uncomfortable, but it was only a ten minute drive. After they'd delivered the fridge Suzy dropped them off at the shopping centre. 'Let's go and have a coffee,' Jason said. He led them to a nearby café and ordered two cappuccinos before sitting back and observing his sister. 'You're very quiet.' 'I'm still trying to get over what you did to me in the car.' 'What? I didn't do anything!' 'Yes you did, unless it was a loose spring in the car seat poking me in the fanny.' She pressed her finger to her cheek in a parody of someone in deep thought. 'Ah - let me think! Was it a spring? No - I don't think so, because you were sitting on the seat and I was sitting on you - so what else could it have been?' Jason's face was red. 'I couldn't help it.' 'Really? You got a boner for your sister? You seriously need to think about that.' 'I wasn't thinking that you were my sister - I was just remem -' Jason stopped suddenly as his brain caught up with his mouth and Ellie could see colour deepening in his cheeks. 'Well, go on - what were you remembering?' Ellie Ch. 01 'Well, you know -' Jason looked uncomfortable. 'No I don't, Jason. Tell me what it was that you remember that gave you a boner at the precise moment I was sitting on your lap.' 'The other afternoon. When I saw you,' he said at length. 'Really? You promised you wouldn't mention that again.' 'No I didn't. I promised I wouldn't tell anyone, and I haven't. That doesn't stop me thinking about it.' Ellie shook her head. 'So let me get this right. You got a boner because you were thinking about me naked. 'I guess.' 'Then my point remains, Jason. I'm your sister. You shouldn't be thinking like that.' Jason looked trapped. 'I can't help it.' He looked her in the face. 'It was - well, I mean, you looked, like, really hot, and I'm a guy...how could I not think about it?' 'I don't think about you playing with yourself.' 'What makes you think I do?' 'You practically said as much yesterday - besides, I've read that every guy does.' 'Well, I don't.' Ellie laughed. 'They say that those who deny it are liars.' She studied her brother's face for a moment. 'Let's not be coy, Jason. I know you were doing it after you saw me, and I get it, right? You saw your sister's pussy and it turned you on, however wrong that might be. But don't think that gives you the right to go any further.' Jason stared at his sister. 'I'd never think that.' 'So poking your erection into my lap isn't going further?' 'That wasn't me - it was my dick.' Ellie smiled. 'They're the same thing, Jason, and I haven't forgotten you owe me ten favours, either - although it should be twenty after today.' She drained the last of her coffee and picked up her handbag. 'Well, we'd better get started or I'll be late for Sassie. So what did you have in mind to buy Mum for her birthday?' ***** Ellen Elizabeth Paige had kept her virginity until her eighteenth birthday. The fact that she'd lasted that long had been something of a miracle as she was a pretty girl and was not shy - but she had a strong sense of self-worth and heeded her mother's advice on sexual promiscuity, and so she'd managed to fend off a small army of high school hopefuls by judicious use of blow jobs and promises of fraternal violence if they tried too much. The event finally happened two months after starting her first job. Henry Soames was a partner in the business and much older than her, and presented a degree of sophistication and affluence far above her experience. It had started with casual flirting, and then an occasional coffee and finally an expensive lunch in one of the better restaurants of the district. By dessert Ellie was head over heels in love and by coffee and liquors she had decided to sleep with him. The motel he chose wasn't the best, but it was convenient. He parked his car carefully around the back and they used the side entrance to access reception. The middle-aged receptionist produced the keys before they reached the counter: she'd seen him before, of course, and knew what he wanted. 'That will be sixty pounds, Mr. Soames.' Her eyes were hard. Ellie watched as he paid in cash, the small stack of wilted banknotes introducing a taint of sordidness into what she had thought would be a romantic event. He picked up the key without speaking and led her back along the corridor. 'How did she know your name?' Ellie asked. 'I do a little legal work for them,' he lied. 'You know, a bit of litigation, advice on liability and things like that. Not much - I'm surprised she remembered me.' As a clerk she'd never seen the motel on any company bills, but she let it pass. They arrived at the room and she waited whilst he fumbled with the key, her heart beating in anticipation. 'Here we are' he said, and swung open the door. The room was simple: a double bed, a dressing table and a tall wardrobe in the corner. A sliding door to one side revealed a small ensuite. She took a few steps into the room and stopped, not really knowing what to do, and he saw her uncertainty. 'I'll draw the curtains and you can undress in the dark, if you want,' he whispered. Ellie nodded, grateful that she had chosen someone who was kind and sensitive. She watched as he drew the heavy drapes and shed her outer clothes quickly in the gloom before slipping into bed with her undies on. 'You're not going to take those off?' 'I thought you might.' 'Ah, right.' He looked down at the girl for a few moments, her hair spread over the pillow. The top of her bra was peeping above the sheets and he saw it was small and lacy. His taste normally ran to bigger women but for some reason he was powerfully attracted to her petiteness. It was evident that she was inexperienced too, and he felt his prick harden rapidly at the thought of how she would feel compared to the larger, slacker girls he had had. He tore at his clothes and in a few moments was naked before her. Ellie's eyes had grown accustomed to the gloom and she gasped slightly at the sight. She had seen cocks, for sure, but they were generally poking through clothing. This one seemed bigger, somehow - perhaps because she could see all of it. For a few moments they stared at one another, and then he climbed into bed beside her. Thinking back, Ellie only remembered fleeting snapshots of the next thirty minutes for they were to be overshadowed by another, more traumatic event. She remembered his smell: a mixture of musk and tobacco; and the taste of wine on his mouth, and the touch of his lips on her breasts leaving a silvery sheen where he licked them: and she remembered the roughness of his hands as he touched her, almost as if he were a labourer rather than an office worker. She recalled too a feeling of detachment, almost as if she were watching and listening from a corner of the room: the sheets pulled back, the lacy undergarments gone. His skin a shade darker than hers, his fingers touching, touching. She saw how her nipples were stiff with desire and the gleam of wetness in her crack, and she heard the soft sighs and the sound of their kisses, wet and snuffling. And she remembered the pressure when he started: a thrusting, irresistible force at her vulva that grew rapidly as she resisted. She recalled his eyes above her, staring down at her face with an expression of triumph; her hands clasping his arms and her whimpers as the pressure grew - and then, suddenly, there was lancing pain as sharp as a butcher's knife as he broke the fragile membrane at her sex. Ellie squealed as he sank deeply into her body and her legs contracted, opening wide and waving like slender reeds above his back to try and relieve the pain. It came in waves like breakers on a reef and she seized his hips with desperate hands to arrest his thrust. For long moments they were frozen, her body rigid and her breath sawing in her throat, and then the pain gradually subsided and there was only a dull ache and a feeling of fullness and she released his hips. He had meant to be gentle because it was her first time, but his resolve vanished as his cock slid back and forth. She was so small, like a china doll beneath him; her eyes wide and glinting in the dim light as she stared at the ceiling. The cunt that surrounded his rampant cock was tighter than any he had known: it gripped him like an iron fist, squeezing and kneading his shaft as he forced himself into her supine form. He could feel his foreskin stretched and the exposed head rubbing, rubbing, buried somewhere in the delicious little body spread-eagled beneath him. He could hear her breath too, panting as she weathered the storm and punctuated by little gasps and grunts. Her fingers clasped his back, the nails as sharp as daggers, and the pain spurred him on - thrusting, thrusting, ever deeper, until he felt he might split her asunder. 'Christ, you're tight,' he murmured. It was the first words he had uttered since they started. She could not reply, for her brain was bursting with a myriad of conflicting sensations: the slippery rush of his cock, pumping back and forth; her cunt bursting with fullness, and his oppressive weight pressing her into the mattress. Her nostrils were filled with the pungent smell of their coupling and the sound of her whimpers filled the little room. Beneath her hands she could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing, and his unshaven cheek rubbed against hers. She lifted her legs higher and the sensations changed: the angle of his thrusts stirring a different part of her sex, somehow a fraction better. 'You're so fucking tight,' he repeated, and it was true. Her sex grasped his cock like a velvet fist. 'I love it, Ellie. What about you?' 'I don't know,' she whispered. At least the sensation of pain had gone, and she felt herself moving with him, but there was none of the tenderness she had expected. Beneath her hands the tempo of his movements became faster, more frenetic, and she braced to meet every thrust and her moans grew louder. She grasped him harder, hearing his promises to fill her deeper; riding the storm of his lust as he plunged harder into her tiny, thrumming body with long, deep thrusts. A red mist descended over his eyes and his senses were filled by tightness of her cunt and the feeling of his shaft embedded in it. 'I'm going to cum,' he gasped, 'ah...ah...its too quick.' The bubble was growing in his brain, expanding like a great silver balloon to swamp every other sensation. His cock seemed to swell, the head distending as his orgasm rushed down upon him until, in an infinitesimal moment of unbearable pleasure, he felt it would burst. 'Oh, Jesus, fuck - here it comes...' And in the moment of his climax Ellie was seized by a sudden sense of wonder. Throughout that desperate, silent coupling he had been dominant - his cock an instrument to cleave her virginity and his strength and weight pinning her to the bed like a sparrow transfixed by an arrow. She had ridden the waves of his lust, tossed and plundered like a rag doll, powerless to do anything but endure - but suddenly it was he who was helpless - like a trembling, mewling child at his mother's breast. She worked her cunt like a hungry mouth to consume his strength in long, silky jets of translucent seed, and with a song in her heart she heard his little cries and groans of helpless pleasure as she took control. Five...six...seven tight contractions, until he collapsed above her, drained and empty. For a long time they lay still and then his weight became oppressive and she pushed him off to lie spent beside her. There was sweat on her skin, both his and hers and Ellie felt it cool in the afternoon air; and she felt the oozing warmth and wetness at her crotch. She pushed herself up and saw a bright stain of virgin blood on the sheet beneath, and white drops of seed dribbled upon it, like pearls on a crimson cushion. And in that instant the door burst open and the room was flooded with light. Ellie turned to gape at it and her eyes were assailed by a camera's flash - once, twice, three times. Her vision blinded, she was aware only of a shrouded figure behind the lens: and then the flash was gone and there was the shrill voice of a woman betrayed. 'You fuck, Henry! You dirty little shit!' Beside her he cringed, his body spent and his mind reeling. 'So you're fucking little whores now! Look at her...the tramp! How old is she, Henry? Older than your daughter? I don't think so! Look at her, lying in your dirty bed with your filth dribbling out of her! Was she worth it, Henry? Was she worth what I'm going to do to you?' Ellie pulled up the sheet to cover her nakedness and the relentless words battered her brain like a little boat in a sea of fury. 'Fuck you, Henry! And this little tart! I'll break you both and then you can screw her and all the others for the rest of your miserable life in the hovel you'll call home!' And then she was gone. Through the open door Ellie saw the woman from reception, grinning at them, laughing, and then she was gone too and there was only the two of them, cringing and ashamed. He dropped her at the office and she crept to the washroom to straighten her hair and repair the shattered look. Beneath her dress she felt his seed oozing into her pants, a reminder of her shame and humiliation, and she wiped it away with some tissues. She should have known he was married, that it was all too good to be true. She should have guessed he was a family man. In her mind she saw his daughter, tall and straight and trusting, just as she had been, and perhaps others, too: children who loved him, who had believed in him; and she imagined the hatred that they would feel for her - the little whore who had seduced her father. The thought was too much and she rested her head in her hands and wept: not because of him or even for what had happened - but because she had been taken for a fool. The following morning she was handed her notice and two weeks' pay in lieu. Nothing was ever said, but she knew that his job was secure and it was she who had paid the price of his betrayal. Men looked after their own, after all. ***** Ellie stood in Jason's bedroom and considered what was to be done. It had been two weeks since they had gone shopping and in the last few days she'd become increasingly suspicious about a new and nasty little habit her brother had developed: and now the proof was in her hand - a crumpled pair of her panties she'd found under his pillow. She lifted the scrap of yellow satin to her nose and was instantly assailed by the pungent aroma of semen, and she snatched it away with an expression of disgust. She felt a wave of hot anger - first his voyeurism, then the incident in the car and now this. It would have to stop. She resolved to have it out with him immediately. He was playing a video game in the lounge and she leaned close. 'In your room now!' 'I'm busy, El.' 'Into your room now, or I'll say what I have to say here!' Jason glanced at his mother who was looking for a sewing pattern she had lost. He could see she hadn't noticed the little drama unfolding at the other end of the room, and he decided it was better if it stayed that way, whatever it was. He shuffled to his feet and followed his sister down the corridor, her shoulders stiff with anger and outrage. 'Sit!' she closed the door and regarded his face for a moment, using the time to try and suppress the burning rage that engulfed her. Jason sat on the edge of his bed. He had developed a fair idea of what she was going to say and his heart was hammering in his chest. 'So is there something you want to tell me?' she demanded. 'Uh - no, El. Not that I can think of.' 'Really? You haven't been doing something that you shouldn't...like keeping things of mine?' 'I don't know what you mean.' 'Well let me tell you then,' she said. 'Every day I take off my dirty clothes and put them in the laundry basket and at weekends I pop them in the washing machine. And then I hang them on the line - seven pairs of knickers, seven bras and my blouses and socks.' 'You should get Mum to do your washing, like I do.' Ellie gave him a withering look. 'You'd think that if you put seven pairs of panties in the basket you'd get seven pairs out, wouldn't you? But for the last two weeks there's been a pair missing.' Jason shrugged. 'I really can't help you, El. Maybe you miscounted. ' 'That's what I thought the first time, but when it happened again I got curious. Who would want to steal a pair of my panties? So I had a little look around, Jason, and guess what I found?' Jason's heart sank. 'Uh - the dog ate them?' 'We don't have a dog, Jason, but we do have a panty thief. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the crumpled briefs. 'These are mine. How did they get under your pillow?' Jason stared at her, lost for words. 'I - uh, well -' he managed at last. 'Is that the best you can say?' 'I guess...um, well, I'm sorry, El.' 'You seem to be sorry a lot, Jason, and it doesn't seem to make any difference to your behaviour.' She examined him for a moment. He had the same beaten expression as Henry Soames at the moment his wife had found him, and she felt the scorn rise in her like a tide. She had been a sexual toy once and had learned from the experience, and nothing that a man would do would place her in that position again. Swift and humiliating action was necessary. 'So here's what we are going to do,' she continued. 'Since you like wearing my panties I'll give you a pair, and later on when Mum and Dad are out you can put them on for me.' 'What?' 'You can put them on and parade around the house for me and I'll tell you how ridiculous you look.' 'But I don't wear them!' the words were out of his mouth before he could think, and Ellie seized upon them like a shark on a drowning man's leg. 'Really? Well, what do you do with them?' 'I, um, well, I just touch them.' 'Touch them? Touch them with what? Your hands? Your nose?' she was unrelenting. 'Or perhaps you touch them with something else?' 'I just hold them,' he muttered, 'that's all.' Ellie's face brightened. 'Ah, well, that's easy then! You can just hold them for me later on, and I'll still tell you how ridiculous you look.' She glanced at her watch. 'Shall we say, four o'clock?' 'I won't do it,' he said sullenly. 'It's private.' 'What I was doing the other day was private too, Jason, but you didn't have any problem watching me. ' Her voice had a hard edge to it. 'I want you to see how stupid this all is - how stupid you are, doing this to me.' 'I won't do it.' His face was red. 'Well, let's go and tell Mum how you like sniffing my pants.' Ellie turned towards the door, still clutching the scrap of satin. She had a determined look on her face. 'No! Wait...' he looked like a deer trapped in a hunter's lights. 'All right - I'll do it - but you just watch me holding them, right?' Ellie unfurled the panties in her hand and waved them like a little flag. The crusty stain he had left on the front was clearly visible and he knew she would have seen it too, and would know what it was. 'No,' she said sweetly, 'I'll watch you do exactly what you did to these,' and she turned on her heel and walked out of the door. Jason sat on the bed and thought about what had just happened. He'd taken the panties of course, and slunk back to his room with them like a thief in the night; and he'd used them to remind him of Ellie on her bed. Afterwards he'd stuffed them under his pillow still damp from his semen, and never given a moment's thought to whether she would notice their absence - but now he was caught, and she apparently wanted to watch him doing it again. So what the hell was going on? Was this the start of something between them? He thought not: there was nothing in what she'd said or done to suggest that - it was more likely she was simply trying to shame him. With a sigh he got to his feet. There were things to be done and he'd try and forget what she wanted. Maybe she'd change her mind before then. * Ellie tapped on his door at four o'clock precisely. He was on his bed reading and looked up as she entered. 'You're not really going to make me do this, are you?' he asked. 'Sure I am. Why wouldn't I?' 'Because it's really weird.' Ellie fixed her brother with a glittering eye. 'In the last two weeks you've spied on me naked, prodded your cock in my lap and then tossed off into my pants. That's weird, little brother, and this little exercise is to show you how bizarre and ridiculous it all is.' 'Jesus, El! If you think this is going to -' 'I don't think, Jason, I know! So stop whining and get started, or get ready to explain to Mum what you've been up to.' Jason set down the book and lay back in his bed. 'So how do you want me to do it?' he asked in a sulky voice. Ellie Ch. 01 His sister laughed. 'You're asking me how to play with your dick?' 'No. I'm asking you how you want me to do it in front of you.' Ellie pulled the chair from under the computer desk and straddled it, her legs long and smooth and her dress rucked up around her crotch. 'It's easy,' she said. 'I sit here and watch - and you lie on the bed and do it.' Jason looked at his sister with a sullen expression but he could see she was determined. He slowly undid his jeans and pulled them down around his buttocks to reveal a pair of black boxers. There was no trace of an erection under the thin fabric. 'I think it's dropped off,' she remarked. He shook his head. 'I can't get excited like this...I feel like a piece of meat on a slab.' 'Well, now you know how I felt when you were watching me. Try harder.' 'I can't, El.' 'Maybe I'll tell all my friends that my brother can't get it up.' 'Guys can only do it if they're excited.' 'So get excited,' Ellie said. 'Think of something sexy.' Jason thrust his hand under his boxers and massaged his cock for a few seconds. 'It's no good,' he announced. 'I can't do it.' He retrieved his hand and started to pull up his jeans. 'Ah, ah - not so fast. You don't get out of it that easy.' She looked at him for a few moments. 'Use the panties you stole.' 'I can't. You took them back.' 'Use these then.' She stood up and her hands vanished under her skirt to retrieve the pair she was wearing. They were small and white and Jason stared as they slithered down her thighs and onto the floor. He'd never had a pair that she'd just been wearing and his cock hardened rapidly at the thought they would still be warm from her pussy. 'Uh, sure,' he said. His mouth was suddenly dry. 'Pass them here.' 'Pull your pants down first.' There was a strange tone to Ellie's voice. He pulled down his briefs and his cock sprang out, stiff and bobbing. Ellie stooped to pick them up and walked over to the bed. For a moment she stared down at him without speaking, and then she dropped them on his chest. Jason pressed his sister's warm panties to his nose and the bouquet trapped within the thin fabric suddenly swamped his senses: a trace of acrid sweat and fragrant perfume, overshadowed by the subtle aroma of his her sex, rich and enticing. The odour was stronger than in the previous pair he had stolen and in a moment of insight he understood that it had betrayed her true emotions: not bored recrimination, as she had indicated, but heightened sexual arousal at what was about to happen. In an instant his embarrassment was replaced by a warm glow of excitement, and he seized his cock with his right hand and began to pump it slowly. A shaft of afternoon sunlight painted the room in a soft hue and in its golden light he saw her leaning forward with an expression of intense interest on her face. Her lips were slightly apart, the tip of her little pink tongue peeping from between them, and a faint flush of colour stained her cheeks. 'I can smell you,' he whispered. 'On your pants...it's lovely.' His hand moved faster, pulling the foreskin back with each stroke so the swollen head of his cock was fully exposed. 'Do you like watching me?' 'Shhhh. Don't talk - just do it.' her voice was breathless. Jason closed his eyes and remembered what she had looked like on the bed: slim and vital and perfect. He recalled the shape of her mouth as she worked at herself, her lips apart and the glint of her little white teeth just visible, and the dark fringe of her lashes upon her cheeks. Her knees had been bent, legs apart, and he remembered the shine of her juices on the dildo and the way her cunt lips had dragged at the shiny plastic as she plunged it back and forth. She'd been outraged when she saw him, but in his fantasy he'd changed the story: envisaging how she'd opened her eyes and found him there, and the gleam of interest in her grey eyes as she read his expression of longing. How he'd walked across the room and stood above her, looking down as she slid the toy in and out, and all the time her eyes were on his face: defiant, hooded, bright with sexual awareness. Daring him to look but not touch, wanting him to want her. She'd pulled the vibrator clear and he'd seen the warm flesh of her inside, pink and clean and fresh with a light froth of cream upon the lips; and then she'd laughed and plunged it back inside and her mouth had opened in a silent 'O' of pleasure as she felt herself filled. And now, in the silence of his room as his sister watched him, the fresh odour of her panties provided a new fantasy - how he might have touched her. He envisaged the hard rubbery feel of her nipples and the warm plasticity of her breasts. He imagined how he'd trailed his fingers over the flat plain of her belly to the gossamer tuft of hair nestled at the juncture of her thighs and how he'd touched her pussy, felt the oily slipperiness of her juices, slipped a finger inside her. He knew it would be tight - much tighter than Mary's had been, and in his mind he found it so. He could feel the warm sucking strength of her cunt as his fingers slid inside, feel the power of her muscles gripping him. And in his fantasy his cock was bursting in his pants and he unzipped and pulled it free, his hand stroking it, pulling it; and he saw the expression of raw lust on her face as she lay beneath him, waiting for his seed. 'Jesus, El - you want it, don't you?' he grunted, and in his vision she nodded, her mouth smiling up at him and her body still, waiting to be painted. He saw her mouth open and he pressed closer, pumping his cock with a frenzied fist as the rising tide of his cum rose like an hungry shark to engulf him. With a hoarse cry Jason spurted, and in his mind the long jets struck his sister's face to lie in long translucent streaks across her cheeks and to jet between the soft pink lips. It coated her little white teeth in a clinging layer and it drooled into the cavern of her mouth in slimy strands to paint her tongue and dribble into her throat. And all the time her eyes were on his face: inscrutable, aware, wanting. And as the last vestiges of his fantasy faded away Jason opened his eyes and looked at his sister across the room. She was staring at the pool of cum on his belly, startlingly white against his skin, and there was a flush of high colour in her cheeks. Neither spoke for a long moment, and then she dragged her eyes to his face. 'I - I have to go,' she said, and her voice was gusty and uncertain. 'El, wait -' he said, but she had gone, and there was only the crumpled panties in his hand and the fragrance of her perfume in the room to remind him that she had been there at all. ***** Ellie went to bed early and tried to read her book but the image of Jason's cock kept stealing into her mind, as unwelcome as a fox in a chicken pen. She tried to force it from her mind but it would not go - it stuck there in exquisite detail: every throb, twitch and spurt in glorious technicolour. Perhaps more disturbing, though, was the knowledge she had enjoyed watching when she should have been disgusted, and she needed to understand why that should be so. Jason's cock was the first she'd seen since her affair with Henry Soames a year before. That sorry event had convinced her that men were only after one thing: and the price was too high. The shame and disgrace had had a profound effect on her - principally, a deep distrust of men in general, and married men in particular. Since then she had abstained from any relationship at all. But the affair had also awakened her: she had enjoyed the sex, even though it had been one sided, and she was smart enough to know that it could be so much better if she found the right person: someone who could offer what she wanted without or complication. But in the meantime she developed a whole range of techniques to satisfy herself, including the use of pornography, a range of toys and a vivid imagination. She had fun and it was safe, and so it was the perfect solution - and in time, Ellie Paige had become convinced that she really didn't need anything more. And now that certainty was gone, blown away in a few shattering minutes, for she had found that watching Jason had been so much better than watching porn - for it was there: right in front of her, an amazing, thick, hard cock. She could see it in all its glory, hear the little sucking noises as his skin moved back and forth and smell the rank odour of his excitement. All of these had moved her in a way that she had never expected, and she suddenly realised that solo sex was like drinking alone: a lonely exercise that took you on a road to nowhere. But the most shocking thing was that it was her brother's cock that aroused her - her brother's, for God's sake - and she had been the cause of his excitement. She remembered how it had reared up as she slid her panties off; and she heard again his whispered words: I can smell you, Ellie...its lovely. She recalled too the expression in his eyes as he inhaled her scent; and how she had watched, mesmerised, as he played out a fantasy in his head. What had he been thinking? Was it just an image of his sister with a vibrator in her cunt, or had there been more? Had he imagined touching her, tasting her...fucking her? Had he dreamed that she was complicit too, and that the searing jets of seed that splashed across his belly were deep inside her instead? The notion that Jason wanted to fuck her was a potent thought, and Ellie's fingers crept to her pussy. Sex with her brother...hitherto undreamed, banned...forbidden; a taboo in every civilised society. She knew it was unacceptable. She knew it could never happen - and yet...the thought was intoxicating. And there was nothing wrong with fantasies, was there? It could not hurt to imagine...to play out a dream in your head. Nobody would ever know, and nobody would ever get hurt for it was only a game, wasn't it? And so she gave in to the flickering pictures in her head: imagining how they would talk and touch and taste, and how the cock that she had watched that very afternoon would feel as it slid into her body, and how she would ride him until he spurted his incestuous seed into her greedy, grasping body. And as she dreamed her fingers moved restlessly over the fat wet lips of her cunt and the waves of pleasure washed through her, she wondered if Jason was imagining it too, and she hoped that it was so. ***** Jason was normally late for breakfast but Ellie found him in the kitchen munching on a piece of toast. His eyes flicked to her as soon as she entered the room and a small smile played around his lips. 'Good morning, Sis.' 'Hi Jason.' She wasn't sure what to make of his expression - he seemed...bolder, somehow. 'Did you sleep well?' She shrugged. 'I guess.' 'I did too. Really well.' Ellie switched on the kettle without replying and waited whilst it boiled. Clearly yesterday's events of hadn't intimidated him at all. 'Do you fancy doing anything today?' he asked. 'Like what?' 'Jeez - I don't know. Go to the shops, hang out.' 'I've got work this afternoon.' Ellie was doing casual work at the library. 'Well, what about taking in a movie tonight?' She glanced at him sharply. 'Really?' 'Sure. There's that new Chris Evans movie...you know, um, Before we Go. ' Ellie laughed. 'That's a chick flick! Why the hell would you want to see that?' 'Because you like Chris Evans.' 'But you don't. So what's going on?' He shrugged. 'Nothing. I just thought it would be nice to hang out with you, and I figured that's what you'd like to see. The other option is the new Terminator movie.' She scrunched up her nose. 'I like the first choice better.' 'Great! It starts at seven, so we can have a pizza afterwards' 'I haven't agreed yet.' 'Come on, El - you'll enjoy it...and I'll pay.' Ellie regarded him with astonishment. Jason never paid for anything he didn't have to, and yet here he was volunteering to put his hand in his pocket. It was clearly connected to what had happened between them, but she wasn't sure how. Perhaps it would be useful to find out. She set down her coffee on the table and sat down. 'All right, but I'll pay my share. What time are we leaving?' 'Six thirty.' He swallowed the last bit of toast and stood up. 'I'll see you later then.' Ellie nodded, observing his freshly washed jeans and a red shirt, unlike his usual scungy style, and she thought that he looked good. A sudden image of him on his bed stole into her mind, his cock as hard as a truncheon, and her eyes slid to his crotch to rest there for a moment before she dragged them back to his face. 'Uh - what car are we using?' she asked in some confusion. He had seen where she was looking and a blush of colour rose to her face. 'Mine or Mum's - whichever you prefer.' 'Last time I sat in yours I nearly caught something unpleasant. Let's use Mum's.' He nodded and turned away, a small smile on his face, and she had the uneasy feeling that he knew exactly what she'd been thinking. * Jason settled into his seat and handed her a menu. 'So what did you think of the flick?' 'So - so. I've seen worse.' 'Me too.' His eyes scanned over the selection. 'I might have a meat lovers with extra pepperoni tonight. You're a meat lover, aren't you?' Ellie chose to ignore the innuendo. 'Sure. That'll do me.' 'All right.' He caught the waitresses' attention and she came over and took their order, her cleavage peeping out from the top of her blouse. 'Put your tongue away, Jason,' she said as the girl left, 'she looks about twelve years old.' 'Nobody has tits like that at twelve.' 'I did, but I guess you didn't notice.' 'I did so. Mum caught me looking once and told me she'd send me to boarding school if I did it again.' 'Jesus! Really?' 'No. But she did remind me you were my sister. That's before you started wearing bras, so it was hard not to notice.' Ellie laughed. 'Yeah. They sort of sprang up overnight didn't they? I wondered why she suddenly bought me a bra.' She took a sip of her drink. 'Did you really perve on me? I wish I'd noticed - it would have been worth so many favour points.' Jason laughed with her. 'That would have been so unfair - I was only eleven El, and I hardly knew what tits were for. When I looked at yours it was just idle curiosity.' 'Yeah, I bet,' she appraised her brother. 'Which brings us to tonight. Why did you ask me out?' 'I told you - I figured it would be nice to spend a bit of time together.' 'You could tell me pigs might fly, Jason, and I wouldn't believe that either.' He held up his hands in mock supplication. 'But you're having a nice time, right? And I am too. That's what brothers and sisters do.' 'It doesn't have anything to do with what happened in your room yesterday?' she asked suspiciously. Jason put on a pained expression. 'How could you think that?' 'Because I know you.' She picked up a glass and fiddled with the stem, thinking. 'I suppose we should talk about it,' she said as the waitress appeared. The girl placed their order on the table and simpered at Jason before flouting away with a flourish of her skirts. 'She's definitely got the hots for you, Bro,' Ellie observed as she disappeared. 'Apparently she's only twelve.' He said dryly. He took a slice of pizza and transferred it to his plate. 'So what were you going to say?' 'What? Oh, that - yeah, I was going to say that we should talk about it - you know, clear the air a bit. I don't want you to get the wrong idea about what happened.' 'I'm listening.' 'Well, that's what I wanted to say - I don't want you to get the wrong idea.' 'I see.' Jason's eyes were on her face. 'And what would that be?' 'That there was anything remotely erotic about what happened. I was just -' 'But you did think that,' he interrupted. 'I saw you, El. You were as turned on as I was.' 'That's not true.' 'Sure it is. Your face was as red as a beetroot and you beat the 100 metre world sprinting record when I finished, although I'm not sure what the hurry was. Perhaps you had some business of your own to attend to -' 'Don't be absurd. I thought the whole thing was pretty boring, if you must know.' '- and I could hear you squelching as you ran out. Admit it - your pussy was like a swamp.' Ellie shook her head. 'Now you're being crude. The only one who was wet was you, Jason, and we both saw that. ' She remembered his sperm, pumping as thick as clotted cream across the pale skin of his belly. Jason laughed. 'Hey, eat some pizza.' He watched her pick up a slice and bite into it. Even the way she ate was erotic, with those little white teeth tearing into the food and soft pink lips smeared with grease. He felt the sudden urge to lean forward and kiss them. 'Look - you can deny it all you like, Sis, but I know what I saw.' Both were silent for a while, taking stock of what the other had said. 'Even if you are right,' she said at length, '- which you are not, it still means nothing.' 'Well that depends.' 'Depends on what?' 'On what happens next.' Ellie stared at him. 'I told you that this would go no further. We both had a bit of fun, Jason, that's all.' 'So you did enjoy it. I knew you had.' He smiled at his sister. 'And I did too, Sis. Look, here's how I see it. Neither of us has a great love life - at least, mine isn't.' He smiled ruefully. 'Even I can see that Mary Ellis wasn't the finest in the land - and I figure your conquests haven't been too crash hot either. When was the last time you went out with a guy? A year...two years? I can't remember when you did.' He searched her eyes, waiting for a denial but there was none. 'So here we are, El, the two of us - deserving more but getting nothing, lonely and frustrated, wondering where in the hell all the fun in our lives went - and then - wham! we find it right under our noses.' He grasped her arm, the skin soft and warm under his touch. 'And its as hot as hell, El - even you would have to admit that. So what's the harm? We could just have a bit of fun and nobody gets hurt - not you, not me. And when it's time to stop we will.' 'So what did you have in mind?' She couldn't believe he was saying it...couldn't believe she was listening, and his touch burned like hot coals on her arm. Jason shrugged. 'Just more of the same, you know? A bit of watching...perhaps some touching -' 'But no sex, right...like, you know -' she glanced around to ensure no one was in earshot. '- like full on...doing it?' 'No...no. I know that's too far. I'm just talking about -' 'You're talking about fooling around with your sister, Jason! Jesus, listen to yourself! Do you know what would happen if anyone found out?' 'But they won't,' he said earnestly, 'and anyway, isn't that what makes it so exciting?' he stopped and searched her face for a moment, reading her expression. 'Look - did you get turned on yesterday? - yes or no.' 'A bit.' 'It was more than a bit, El. I saw your face, I saw what you were thinking. So, was it more exciting than what you've been getting?' Ellie thought about the question. The last time had been with Henry Soames - a sad and sordid little episode that had unlocked her sexuality and left it unsatisfied, like an open sore that needed scratching. And there'd been nothing since, other than a couple of dates that weren't even worth remembering. Jason was right, getting nothing was not a good option - what were the words he had used? Lonely and frustrated... which just about summed it up. 'Yes,' she whispered. 'Yes, it was better.' 'So what have we got to lose?' 'More than you can possibly imagine.' Ellie Ch. 01 Despite her words Jason saw that she was interested. 'Look,' he said, 'just look around you El, and tell me if you'd want anyone here.' He nodded his head at a group of three teenagers at a nearby table. 'What about them? I'm sure they'd like to dip their dirty little wicks in you and tell their mates about the little slut they made out with. Or him -' His eyes flicked to an older man with his family 'I'm sure he'd love to have a piece of you too, but I bet he wouldn't tell the little woman at home with the kids. Or what about that guy over there? Can you imagine sleeping with him? You'd need to boil yourself in disinfectant afterwards.' He smiled at his sister. 'They've all got baggage, just like anyone else you see. Isn't that right?' Ellie looked at each the men he had indicated. Jason's point was exaggerated, she knew: if it were true nobody would ever hook up with anybody and the human race would expire. But perversely, because of Henry Soames he was right - even though he couldn't know why. 'Now look at me,' he continued. 'I'm a good bet, Sis, and you know that. You don't have to give me anything you don't want to. It will be safe, discreet and fun. So why not take the chance?' She turned her eyes on her brother. He was leaning forward with an intense expression on his face, and she realised that although she had lived with him all her life she really hadn't looked at him before - not in this way, at least. She tried to imagine how she would feel if he wasn't family - would she be attracted? He was handsome, that was for sure, and although he could be irritating, annoying and sometimes a downright pain in the ass he was, essentially, honest and kind hearted. She thought that he loved her, too - not in the way that lovers might, but as a person, and that counted for a lot. But would he be like the others? Did he just want to play and then discard her like a piece of trash? 'So why me?' she asked. 'You could have any girl you wanted.' Jason laughed softly. 'My record is shit, El, maybe because I haven't found anyone who turned me on.' He licked his lips and for the first time she understood he was nervous. 'Until now, that is.' 'You think flattery will get you what you want?' 'No, no, I don't - but its true. I - uh, well, I think you are everything I've ever wanted.' He laughed softly. 'That sounds really corny I know, but it's true.' Ellie regarded him for a long moment. For the last few nights she had laid in her bed and fantasised about the very things he was now suggesting - but there was a huge difference between thinking about it and doing it. It was crazy talk...stupid and reckless - but why not? Why not take a chance? He was a safe bet, just as he had said. 'I'll think about it,' she replied at last. Jason nodded. 'Thank you.' He glanced at the few remaining slices of their dinner. 'Do you want any more?' 'I'm done.' 'Would you like to go somewhere else? I know a nice bar around the corner.' She shook her head. 'Let's go home, Jason.' They didn't speak on the way home, for both were thinking of what had been said. Jason marvelled that he had had the courage to say what he had, and wondered if she had been offended; and he thought that perhaps he could have said it better - but what was done was done. She was thinking about it, anyway, and he was content to let her do so in silence. Ellie's mind was in turmoil. She had gone to the flicks with her same old brother and now, a few hours later, was sitting next to a new one who had boldly asked to share her bed. The thought excited and terrified her. All of the reasons she shouldn't do it filled her mind: fear of discovery, fear that it would go too far - fear that things would never, ever, be the same again. She thought that it was lunacy - that she should end it now, before they both got hurt: but the worm of desire in her heart craved for the excitement that he had promised. Jason drove into the garage and turned off the ignition. They sat for a moment in the silence, listening to the ticking of the engine as it cooled. The car's headlights reflected off the garage wall to illuminate his face: filled with an expression of longing. She felt her heart swell suddenly, filled with an irrepressible need that could not be denied, and she turned her face to his and he leaned over and kissed her. It was a kiss unlike any she had experienced before: soft and filled with tenderness. For a moment she sat stunned, and then his hand cupped her face and the tip of his tongue brushed hers, and in an instant she felt her insides melting. Little tingles of electricity seemed to flow through her body, as if long dormant nerve endings were suddenly awakening, and she felt her body arch in response as she opened her lips to accept him. It seemed to go on forever, each moment better than the last. Her senses tingled as if he had magically awoken them: every touch and taste and sound somehow intensified a thousandfold: the creak of the seat as she moved, the soft whisper of his breath and the taste of his mouth; his fingers on her skin. She felt the pounding of her heart, like a drummer's beat - boom, boom, boom and a sudden bloom of moisture at the juncture of her thighs, seeping into her pants. In sudden desperation she grasped his head, her fingers in the strands of his hair, and she held him closer and felt as if her heart would burst. At last he broke free. 'We'd better go in,' he gasped. His voice was ragged with emotion. 'They would have heard the car.' 'Yes, yes.' She was confused, dazed by what had happened. 'I - uh, I'll think about it, Bro...you know, what you said.' He said nothing but she could see him nod, a little movement that reflected the hope, a wish, in his dark eyes. 'I promise,' she whispered, 'I'll let you know.' 'I could come tonight. If you leave your door ajar I'll know.' Ellie stepped from the car and looked back at him. 'No,' she said. 'No, no - it's too soon, Jason - I...I need time to think. I must think,' and she turned and ran, her mind reeling and filled with fear and exhilaration. Jason climbed out of the car and locked the garage door, and walked slowly to the house. His mother was there and she looked up as he entered. 'Is everything alright, dear?' 'Sure Mum. We had a nice time.' 'It's just that Ellie - well, she seemed out of sorts,' she said. 'She just ran upstairs with hardly a word.' 'She's fine, Mum. She was complaining about a sore tummy earlier, so its probably just that.' 'Did you lock the car?' 'I did.' He smiled at his mother, noticing for the first time the little mannerisms she shared with her daughter: the way she held her hands, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled. It was as if his awareness of Ellie had opened his eyes to other things, too. 'Will you be staying up?' Jason glanced at his watch. 'I might do a bit of work in my room,' he said. 'Goodnight, Mum.' He bent to her face for a kiss. 'Good night, son.' She watched him walk to the door. 'Jason.' 'Yes?' 'Are you sure everything is good between you and Ellie?' 'I'm sure Mum,' he said, and he hoped that it was true * Ellie turned out the light and lay in the darkness of her room, thinking. She had done so since coming home, but somehow nothing had been resolved: the river of her thoughts poured through her head in a torrent of conflicting emotions. She remembered his words in the restaurant: You're everything I've ever wanted...I'm a safe bet... take a chance, and she recalled the taste of his mouth and the softness of his breath. She saw again the look in his eyes, like those of a lover; and she remembered the frantic beating of her heart when he kissed her. Cold logic told her that what he wanted could only lead to ruin and despair and she should move on and forget; and then she felt his lips on hers and heard again his final whisper: if you leave your door ajar.. . and her heart sang out. I want him. I want to do this. Just a few more kisses, nothing more. She rose on silent feet to open the door but the little voice of reason called out again, telling her that the price was far too high; and so she sank back on the bed and the cycle of her thoughts rolled through her head in a cycle of indecision - don't do it, don't do it...but I want him, I need him. Jason heard his parents climb the stairs and the click of their bedroom door, and he waited in the darkness of his room. He had tried to work but could not, for visions of his sister filled his mind. A week ago he could not have imagined thinking this way, but now it consumed him...she consumed him. He had tried to reason too, but the same answer came back every time: I want her. He glanced at the clock beside his bed and saw it was past eleven, and he waited still, his heart beating in the quiet of the night, waiting until the house was truly asleep. At half past eleven he slipped from his room. The house was in darkness and he made his way slowly, his fingers on the wall as he crept down the corridor. A floorboard creaked under his foot and he stopped to listen, his heart beating fast, but there was no other sound and he edged forward again until he was at her door. He had promised himself to turn back if it was shut - for trust was a precious thing, but it was too dark to tell and so he pushed it gently with his hand, and with a leap of joy he felt it open. Ellie was listening to the sounds of the house: branches on the window scratching in the night breeze; the click of the roof cooling and the soft call of a nightbird from the garden. She heard a creak of a floorboard and her heart soared, pounding, pounding; but then it was quiet and part of her was glad - and then she heard the creak of the hinges and saw a patch of pale grey at the door where before there had been black. And then he was at her bed, his fingers reaching out to touch the curtain of her hair and her eyes and nose and mouth. He heard her breath, as gentle as a whisper in the wind, and beneath his fingers he imagined he could feel her heart beating like a trapped bird. 'I'm frightened, Jay,' she said softly, and he smiled at the old nickname she had used as a child when they played together. It brought back memories of how she'd climb into his bed and they'd whisper stories to one another until their mother scolded them to go to sleep. And now he was at her bed again but for a very different reason. 'Suppose they find us?' she asked. 'They're asleep, El.' 'But suppose they wake up?' 'They won't. There's no reason for them to come in here.' He felt her nod in the darkness, but her body was tense. 'We need some rules, Jay. Touching only. You can't put anything into me - fingers...whatever. Just touching, right?' She obviously been thinking about it. 'Yes.' 'And if either one of us wants to stop at any time, the other must.' 'Yes.' 'I mean it. Say it.' 'If either wants to stop the other must.' 'And the touching only bit.' 'Only touching,' he said. Just saying the word was exciting. 'All right.' He felt the bedclothes lifting. 'Get in, you're cold.' Jason slipped into bed beside his sister. It was too dark to see but his other senses were filled by her presence: the warmth of her body pressed against close, the smell of her skin and fragrance of perfume. He leaned forward and found her mouth and her lips opened under his, just as they had in the car. There was a hint of toothpaste on her breath and the scent of apple in her hair, and his cock hardened rapidly. She felt it pressing against her and giggled softly in the darkness. 'Did I do that?' 'What?' 'That telephone pole I can feel.' 'You sure did.' 'Last time I saw that you'd been sniffing my pants. Have you been at it again?' 'Nope, but I will if you want me to.' Ellie laughed, a low throaty chuckle. 'I'm not wearing any.' Jason's cock twitched at the thought that it was only a few inches away from her bare pussy. He disengaged his hand from her shoulder and slid it down over her belly, heading south. She was wearing a night dress of some kind and the material felt slippery under his fingers. 'What are you doing?' Ellie whispered. 'Just checking.' He moved over the curve of her hip and down one delicious thigh to where the garment ended, but he could find no trace of any panty line. 'I told you.' There was laughter in her voice. Jason reversed the movement and his hand tracked upwards, sliding under her nightie, moving slowly to the juncture of her thighs. She drew in her breath sharply as his fingertips touched her there. 'Ah...ah! Jesus, your fingers are cold!' 'Do you want me to stop?' 'Uh, no. I'll warm them up.' She would too, he thought. He could feel the heat of her body radiating from under his fingers and he held them there for a few moments, his heart thudding, before sliding them gently over her mound. There were wisps of hair under his fingers, as fine and soft as gossamer, and a trace of dampness as he dipped towards her sex. Ellie shifted slightly and the gap between her legs opened to allow him greater access. He pressed deeper until he could reach the lips of her pussy and was rewarded by a low groan. 'Ah, ah...yes, that's nice Jay - just there...just like that.' 'You're wet,' he observed. Her juice was on his fingertips, as slippery as oil. Ellie didn't reply. She closed her eyes and rode the long waves of pleasure as his fingers moved lightly over the warm folds of her sex. This was nothing like Henry Soames with his soft white body and barren kisses - this was so much better. The smell and taste and touch of her brother was electric, like nothing else she had ever experienced Jason moved his hand to grasp the roundness of one buttock. It filled his hand like an orange, round and firm and perfect. She lifted her thigh over his leg to open herself and he brushed his fingertips over the crinkled flesh of her anus and then the soft, wet lips of her vulva. She was so small: the gap between them was nothing, and he strummed between the two openings, smearing the juice from her cunt to her rosebud. Ellie lifted her face from his and buried her face in his shoulder and her body twitched and trembled under his touch, and her voice was broken and disjointed. 'Fuck, Jason! Ah, yes...yes - do it! Just - yes, just - there...harder -' He was guided by her gasps and the little broken words and movements of her body. He curled his fingers further, reaching round to the very juncture of her sex, his fingers almost parallel with the opening to her body. Heat was radiating from her vulva like a furnace, and its fat wet lips sucked at him like a grasping mouth as his fingertips danced on her clit. Her body was twitching with every touch and the cloying smell of her arousal assailed his nostrils. 'Push your fingers in,' she gasped. 'Ah, yes, yes...like that Jay.' Jason pressed his middle finger into his sister's cunt. He could feel the sucking tightness of her flesh as it slid in, tight and resilient, and he began to move it back and forth. Her juices bathed his hand, oozing over his knuckles, and her groans grew louder. 'Fuck,' she moaned, 'ah, fuck, Jay. That's...lovely. Push it in...yes, yes.' She slipped her hand between their bodies and seized his cock, and she began to pump it in time with his fingers. 'Imagine it inside me,' she whispered. Her voice was close to his ear. 'It's right inside Jay, pressing up into me...do you like that?' An image flared in Jason's mind: his sister lying beneath him, watching as he penetrated her for the first time. He envisaged the blaze in her eyes as the bulbous head of his cock crowned into her vulva and heard the hiss of her breath as his shaft levered apart the reluctant flesh to bury itself deeper. How tight would she be? He could barely get his finger inside, yet alone the thickness of his cock. The thought aroused him further and he felt a dribble of lubricant escape from his shaft to smear over her wrist. Her hand felt tiny against him and he imagined it curled small and white around his thickness, and how her mouth might look as she struggled to take him between those perfect pink lips. The image excited him further and he felt the first seeds of his orgasm growing in his brain. 'I'm going to cum, El,' he whispered. 'It's coming.' 'Do it on me,' she demanded. 'Kneel up, Jay...do it on me.' She flung back the bedclothes and hoisted up her nightie to lie naked before him. 'Sit up...yes, that's it.' Jason scrambled to his knees in the darkness. His hand was on his rod, stroking it, feeling the growing storm building in his head. Her warmth was beneath him somewhere but it was too dark to see. 'Where are you?' he whispered. Ellie reached out her hand and touched him: the feeling of his thigh, the curve of his hip. She discerned he was above her and to one side and she wriggled closer, moving one hand to grasp the root of his cock whilst the other stole to her sex. It was soaking, sopping wet and she plunged a finger between the lips and moved it in cadence with his pumping. 'I'm here, Jay,' she called softly. 'I'm naked. Cum on me...cum on your sister. Spray your juice over me.' With a hoarse cry Jason exploded: five...six long, jets spraying into the darkness. Somewhere beneath him he could hear Ellie moaning too, a soft low wail as the splattering warmth of his seed triggered her own climax. She clutched his cock in an iron grip to point it like a hose...seven...eight...long ribbons, each more intense than the last, made more so because she was there, bathing in it, her face upturned and her body twitching as his seed rained down. In the darkness he could hear her whimpering and the creak of the mattress springs as she twitched under the deluge. And then the waves of pleasure withdrew and there was only the low panting of their breath, and her whispered words: 'Jesus, Jason, you've drowned me!' and she fumbled in the darkness to find his hand. 'Here - feel it!' She guided him to her body and he felt his sperm painted in long streaks on the warm, living flesh; across the little flat belly and the mounds of her delicious breasts. Her nipples were slippery with his juice and there was a little pool of cum at the juncture of her neck, thick and glutenous on his fingers, and slimy droplets lay on her cheeks and nose and chin like chips of liquid opal. 'I wish I could see you,' he whispered, and it was true. The vision of her little body painted in his seed would be a sight to remember. 'Can I, uh, turn on the light?' 'No! No...they might see it.' Ellie's fear had returned and cold reality was replacing arousal. She reached up and touched his face. 'You must go, Jay.' 'But I want to stay. I can - well, last longer the next time.' 'I know...but can you imagine what they would do if they found us? You naked in my bed and me covered in your cum?' 'But -' 'No!' Her voice was firm. 'Remember what you promised.' 'Can we do it again?' his voice was dull with disappointment, 'tomorrow?' 'I don't know' she said. 'We'll see.' Jason leaned forward and found her mouth with his. He could smell the rank odour of his semen on her skin and taste its pungent flavour on her lips. 'All right, but I won't give up you know,' he whispered. 'Not ever,' and he rose from her bed on silent feet and was gone. Ellie found a tissue in the bedside drawer and wiped herself as best she could, and then lay back to think. It was crazy to even think of ever doing this again. She remembered the bitter, angry words of Henry Soames' wife and the feeling of shame and degradation she had felt - and she knew it would be nothing compared to the humiliation if she and Jay were discovered. She imagined her mother's face as her world collapsed, and her father's fury. She saw her friends turn away in disgust and a life of shame and despair replace all that she had, and she was appalled at the stupidity of what she had done. Ellie Ch. 01 But she was aroused, too. She could feel her heart thudding, thudding, like the frantic beat of a drum. It was stupid, yes - but it was also the most exciting thing she had ever done in her life. She felt again the warmth of her brother's seed as it splattered like hot rain on her body, and the surge of lust that seized her: the irrepressible need to bathe in it, to gulp it down like clotted cream, to drown in it. The door that Henry Soames had unlocked but never opened had suddenly swung wide, and she loved what was on the other side. Jason was right: fooling around with your brother was amazing, and although she was walking a tightrope she could no more abandon it than saw off her hands with a blunt knife. And so Ellen Elizabeth Paige drifted off to sleep in a state of excited trepidation, dreaming of how she would play the game and how much fun it would be. (To be continued) ***** Chapter 02 will be available two weeks after this story was published. Copyright: Hot_Sister Jan16. This story is not to be reproduced in whole or in part without the express permission of the author. Ellie Ch. 01 "Do I look like a sixteen year old Indian boy with a pet monkey?" he giggled "No. You have one last guess". "Well let's see...a cruise ship to Jamaica?" "Nope! Sorry no more turns." Elle smiled at Alec's good cheer but then again he always made her laughed. "Well then tell me silly." "Okay hold your horses you impatient girl. In my hands I hold two front row and backstage passes for Shinedown in June! Is this a perfect gift for your brother's birthday or what? Now you may squeal and tell me how much you love me." Elle had forgotten that her brother's birthday was in two weeks. She had been stressing for a gift for him. The tickets were perfect she could see them both screaming their heads off as they listened to Brent Smith's soulful yet rocker voice. However that would never happened. "Hello Elle? Aren't you happy?" Alec's voice brought her back to the present. "Yes I'm very happy! Thank you hun the tickets are perfect!" she tried to sound cheerful as possible. There was a long pause "Elle are you okay?" he sounded worried. "Of course I'm fine. Why do you ask?" "You sound sad. I thought this would make you happy but you sound like you're about to cry." She smiled he was so perceptive "I'm okay Alec I promise." Elle heard a sigh on the other end of the phone "Okay if you say so." Swallowing the lump in her throat Elle tried to sound natural "Look hun I've have to go. Can I call you later tonight?" "Of course love me?" "With all my heart." Elle promised. She then hung up. Normally when Elle thought of love her mind went to Alec. Now her thoughts went to a pair of sensual green eyes. Feeling a bit alarmed by her thoughts Elle shook her head. Checking her watch she saw it was eight thirty and pitch black outside. She expected Gabriel to already be on his way out so she rose and begrudgingly walked towards her home. Ell walked into her darkened house and to the kitchen. She was starving. Opening the fridge she looked for some type of dinner. When the light flickered on Elle jumped. She looked over the white refrigerator door and saw Gabriel in black silk pajama pants and a black tank top. "I-I-I-I" was all she could get out. She hadn't expected to see him tonight. His green eyes seemed to peer into her soul "So little Elle has come back home." He walked to the table pulled out a chair and set his big body down. "Always running from her problems. Just like a scared little girl." "Well maybe I run because you scare me." She watched his eye widen with that information. "I scare you? Little Miss can do no wrong? I highly doubt that," he laughed cruelly. Tired Elle sighed and looked him right in the eye "I'm tired Gabriel. I don't know what you want or why you're so angry at me. But I've been thinking maybe this family is the one thing I cannot fix. So I'm giving up." At his stunned face Elle kept going almost hysterical "You finally get you wish annoying little Elle won't mess in your business anymore. You can go out and drink yourself into oblivion or disappear for a month. Vomit all over yourself and I promise I won't be here to interfere." Gabriel shook his head almost as if to regain his thoughts "So where will you be?" "I've decided to take the full ride scholarship for Berkeley L.A. it is across the country away from you and your issues." He smiled grimily at her "So that's it huh? You'll be gone with the wind, and fuck the family that took you in. Not so perfect after all are you?" Frustrated Elle began to scream "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? FOR THE LAST YEAR I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING TO MAKE THIS FAMILY BETTER BUT ALL YOU'VE TOLD ME IS TO FUCK OFF, WELL NOW I'M DOING THAT!!" in full hysteria mode she finally released her anger. "You told me you hated me today. So don't worry you will never have to see me again. I'm going to ask Alec's parents to let me stay with them until graduation. I'm sure they'll agree. So there you have if I'll be gone by next week if I can help it." She walked pass the table and towards the stairs she was startled when a strong hand wrapped around her wrist and jerked her against a hard chest. A forearm closed around her back. Elle found herself looking into her brother's angry eyes. "You're going to move in with that prick!? He's a fucking fag just wait and see." The hand on her wrist released her and he gripped her chin. "You been fucking him?" petrified Elle shook her head. This seemed to make Gabriel even angrier "Don't lie. I saw you two three months ago he must've not been fucking you too good because you weren't moaning enough." Elle thought he was going to kill her "Please Gabe you're hurting me. Let me go." Two tears slipped down her face. He seemed to soften at the sight of them. "Sweet Ellie you know I would never hurt you." He looked at her rosy pink lips "I'll always take care of my Ellie." "But you look so angry. You look as if you're going to kill me. I'm scared Gabe please." She tried to struggle in his arms as he brought his face closer He chuckled "You don't know the difference between sexual hunger and anger. Alec has not been treating you right. God, Ellie I want you so fucking bad." Elle gasped "No! I'm your sister Gabriel stop!" the look in his eyes was so hungry Elle felt that if given the chance Gabriel would consume her. A huge hard erection pressed against her belly he looked so needy but Elle knew this was wrong. She freed her right hand and slapped him across the face. "NO!!" she pushed against him turned and ran for the door. After getting three steps he caught her shoulders, spun her around and pushed her against the stove he then slammed his lips down on top of hers. The moment his lips touched hers Ellie felt herself burst into a thousand pieces. Gabriel kissed her forcefully as he griped the nape of her neck. His tongue speared into her mouth forcing her to accept him. Elle moaned as he twirled his tongue around hers thrusting in and out. Taking her and giving to her at the same time. His left hand came up to cup her right breast like he owned it. Elle jerked in his arms as she felt him squeezing her tit. Gabriel kissed her even harder lost in the peppermint taste of the one woman he had been craving almost all his life. He pushed his cock hard into her belly. She moaned once again as he staked his claim. By the end of the night Elle would know who she belonged to and she would know he wouldn't, couldn't let her go. He moved his hands to her ass and gripped her hard. He lifted her up onto the stove and then stepped between her legs pressing his hard cock to her core. He took her hands and held them down as her released her lips to kiss her jaw and her neck. When he began to suck on her neck Elle cried out. "No! Stop!" What was happening to her? She was being molested by her brother but her body was on fire. With each pull on her neck she felt herself getting drenched. Her clit throbbed even as she repeatedly told him no. "Stop Gabriel I'm your sister!" He kissed his way up to her ear "Not my real sister. Do you feel my cock? Feel how hard it is? I want to bury it in your pussy. I want to fuck you so good your eyes roll back in your head and you scream yourself hoarse." Elle jerked as he whispered into her ear. Her pussy was clenching. "No! You can't this is wrong Gabriel. I don't want this! God stop." She cried. Elle had to stop Gabriel before he made a mistake neither of them could take back, but it was getting hard to breathe. Air gusted against her neck he was laughing at her! "Fuck yeah you want it. I can smell your wet pussy Ellie. Before I fuck you I'm going to eat that pussy that smells so good. My tongue is going to fuck you first. Then I'm going to suck on that pretty clit until its rock hard." Gabriel kissed her again a sweet kiss to make her burn for him. "After that, then I'll fuck you into the wall and I know you're on the pill and I'm going to come in you. I'm going to come inside you again and again. Then when you think you can come no more I'm going to rub you with my fingers and make you come from that. Maybe then I'll let you sleep." Elle shook her head "I'm going to scream before I Iet you rape me! This is wrong and you know it. How would dad react to this? He's probably disgusted with us both." "Yeah he more than likely hates my guts for fucking his sweetheart but I don't care," he pulled back to stare into her eyes." "I don't care if our family hates me or if people judge me. I even let that Alec prick have you, but no more. You belong to me and until you a vow that fact I'm going to fuck you every which way. Ellie you are going to realize you are mine." His eyes shit green fire as he declared her as his. His decision was final. Elle knew he planned to take her no matter what, but she wasn't going to be raped without a fight. "For the last time Gabriel think about this. This is sinful." When he ignored her Elle made her move. She closed her legs and kneed him in the stomach when he released her hands she slapped him hard. As he fell to the floor clutching his stomach, Elle fled out of the room and up the stairs. After a few seconds she heard Gabriel scream her name and then his heavy footsteps as he chased her. Elle mind raced as she searched for a place to hide. She couldn't go to her room so she ran to the third floor and into the big guest bedroom. There was a huge walk in closet that she could hide in. Plus the door had a lock on it; maybe the lock could hinder Gabriel a bit. Elle shut the door and locked herself inside. She leaned against the big heavy door and caught her breath. Before she knew she heard Gabe's heavy fist pounding on the door. "Ellie open this door," he bellowed. "No, I can't. This is not a good idea. Just go to your room and we'll pretend this never happened." Elle hoped he would listen. She stepped away from the door and towards the closet. Suddenly she heard a loud boom and the door flew open to reveal an angry Gabriel. Elle screamed and ran to the closet but he caught her around the waist and threw her on the bed. She bounced and cried "Mother will hear us! You won't get away with this." He smiled evilly at her and stalked slowly to the bed. "Dear Ellie both you and I know our mother won't be awake until late tomorrow morning. So...no one will hear you scream." Elle felt her heart speed up. His muscled flexed against the tank top and he looked incredibly dangerous, and incredibly sexy. "Why are you doing this?" He looked her deep and the eyes and smiled "Because you're mine." Gabriel went to the windows and untied the curtains taking the silk ties with him. "Now... since you want to be a bad girl. I have no choice but to treat you like one." "What are you talking about," she asked cautiously. Gabriel jumped on the bed and pinned her wrists to the bed as she tried to roll away. "Bad girls get punished." "No," Elle screamed as he wrapped the red cord around both her wrists. He then used another silk cord to bind her to one of the pure white bed posts, effectively tying her to the bed. Next Gabriel covered her mouth with the last cord muffling her screams. "Such a shame to bind those pretty lips but we can't having you screaming the house down, now can we?" Elle twisted against her bonds screaming angrily. This was NOT turning her on. Gabe reached down and cupped both of her tits through her dress. He looked hungrily at them as he squeezed "Damn these are so fucking sexy. So big and soft." They were perfect to him. Her tits overflowed his hands just the way he always imagined. Gabriel moved his hands down to the top of her boots "You're a tease, you know? Wearing these boots that come up to your knees. The heel lifts your ass just enough to make my dick twitch." Elle turned away from him and closed her eyes. She hated crass language so why did his dirty talk turn her on so much? He pulled off Elle's right boot and then her left. Once she was only in her leggings Gabe reached around and cupped her ass. She arched in an attempt to get away but all that did was bring her flush against his erection. "Fuck! Yeah that's it Ellie burn for me." He began to pull her leggings down revealing milky white skin. She struggled as she felt cool air hit her bear skin. Elle pulled on the cord tying her to the bed post but it was tight. When her leggings hit the floor she went wild, bucking and twisting. Trying anything to get him to stop. Gabriel held her down and let her struggle until she tired herself out. Once she lay there heaving he sat back on his hunches and stared at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her thighs were thick and healthy looking and her calves were plum and sexy. He loved the fact that Elle wasn't a skinny girl. She was plump and curvy like Marilyn Monroe. A sexy redheaded Marilyn Monroe with big blue doe eyes. Over the years Gabriel became aware that the strong feelings he felt for Elle was love, not sisterly love but the type of love you felt for your soul mate. The more she grew up, smiling and happy the more he wanted to be with her. It was on her sixteenth birthday when he saw Alec kissing her so passionately that Gabriel realized he was in love with her. He was in love with his own sister and the fact scared the hell out of him. After their father died and she turned eighteen Gabriel had so much trouble restraining himself. He tried booze, women anything to help him forget her. But his sweet Ellie was always there trying to make him feel better. She was always smiling at him and he fell even deeper. That day three months ago when he walked into the garage and saw Elle and Alec fucking had nearly destroyed him. The imagine of Alec thrusting vigorously into Elle and her concentrated face was burned into his mind. Gabriel knew at that moment Elle was meant to be his and he promised himself that he would love and take care of her always. Now here he was finally having the woman he loved "You're so beautiful Ellie, looking at you is like finally seeing heaven after you've been locked in hell for so long." Elle tried not to let his words melt her heart. She knew he was lying, she wasn't beautiful. How could she be? She was short and dumpy. Her skin was pale and her lips were too big. However when she saw the adoration in Gabriel's eyes Elle almost felt beautiful. Her body flinched as he put his right hand on the crotch of her soaked panties. "White with lace? These panties are just like you Ellie. The white represents how innocent and sweet you are and the lace shows how you want to be a naughty girl." He pushed his finger into her slit through the panties. Elle blushed at the squish sound that filled the room. He tisked at her "Ellie you bad little girl. You're drenched. All that screaming and struggling and you're creaming for me." Elle moaned as he moved his thumb up to her clit and began to rub in small light circles. Her face was flushed and she knew he could see her. Gabe brought his finger up to his nose and inhaled deeply "Smells so fucking good. I wonder if you taste this good too." Green eyes met blue ones "Well I'm about to find out." Ignoring her muffled cries and struggles Gabriel pushed her sweater dress up to her chin. Since she was bound to the bed he couldn't take it off but he didn't give that a second thought. His gaze was riveted on her plump tits. He smiled when he realized that her bra matched her panties and his hands traveled up to cup the soft lace. With a small tug the middle of the bra tore and her tits popped free. They were milky white and topped with cherry red nipples, Gabe's mouth watered. Elle froze as her breast spilled free. As Gabriel dropped his head to her she was torn between fear and arousal. When sucked her nipple into his mouth Elle cried out behind the gag. She was surrounded by warm wet heat, a hand enveloped around the other breast. He bit the nipple in his mouth and pinched the one in his hand at the same time. Elle's back arched automatically and pushed her breast farther into his mouth. His tongue flicked around the areole making her hips jerked. She moaned helplessly as he popped one nipple out of his mouth and sucked the other one in, giving it the same treatment. Elle was confused. She wasn't a virgin and she had her breast sucked before but never did it feel so good. What was Gabriel doing to her? Each time she looked into his green eyes she felt as if she were being swallowed. His eyes made her forget that what they were doing was wrong. People would criticize and judge them for this. Their mother would never forgive them. Why couldn't he see that? Shivers racked her body as he kissed his was down her body. He stopped at her belly button laving her until she cried out. When he reached her panties he tugged on the crotch ripping them with little effort. He scooted down the bed until his head was buried between her legs. Elle tried to close her legs but he held them up with a hand under each thigh. He looked up at her: "The first thing I told you was that I planned to eat this sweet pussy until you scream. Well here we go Ellie." His head lowered and his tongue speared between her lips. Elle screamed as he licked from her clit to her slit. His hands held her thighs trapped in the air so she couldn't wrap them around his head. Gabriel moved up to her clit flicking his tongue rapidly as it turned hard and swelled. Her hips jerked and bucked as he licked her over and over. She moaned and screamed as he slurped nosily on her. The sounds were turning her on as he groaned like a starving man. Juice gushed out of her and he eager gulped it down. Sweat pooled on her body as she kept arching feeling like a bow being pulled. Gabriel watched Elle break apart as he ate her. She was absolutely delicious with a tangy flavor. His cock was rock hard and he ground into the sheets. Her desperate cries were driving him insane; the bed was creaking with his thrust against the comforter. Her blue eyes were electric as she stared at him almost dazed her fists were clenched and straining against the bonds. She couldn't breathe as he speared his tongue deep inside. In and out he pushed and Elle wasn't sure how much more she could take. She wanted it so badly it felt as if she would kill to get it, but Elle also knew if he made her come she would be destroyed. His lips encircled her clit and he began to suck hard on her. Elle's head whipped backwards and her eyes rolled as she froze almost in midair. With one more pull on her clit Elle started coming like a freight train. Her pussy clenched on air as she shrieked. Elle's body was uncontrollable and her head whipped side to side as her hips bucked wildly. Green eyes peered at her as she flew a part. During her explosive orgasm Gabriel kept sucking on her clit. Prolonging her for as long as possible. He thought Elle was beautiful as her red hair flew wildly and her eyes screw shut. His cock felt like it was going to explode. When she at last fell to the bed replete and shivering he released her clit rose to his haunches and licked his sticky lips. "That was fucking beautiful. I love watching you come, almost as much as I love sucking on that pussy," he whispered to her. Elle lay on the bed almost dazed. What the hell just happened? She had never felt anything like that. Her body had become a plaything of Gabriel. She was destroyed. Somehow Elle knew this man would forever hold her soul and control her body. That one orgasm he had given he blown the countless ones Alec had given out of the freaking park. How was that possible? The comforter beneath her felt soaked. She blushed when she realized that was her juice on the bed. Gabe reached around and pulled off his black tank. Elle saw he had true wash board abs and light pink nipples on top of thick pecs. The thick ropes of muscle on his arms and biceps showed his strength, and made Elle feel small and helpless. Had she really though she could've fought him off? He could crush her with one hand. He pulled his pajama pants down and his thick hard cock sprang free. Dear God. He was huge! It was at least nine and a half inches long and three inches thick. How the hell was he going to fit? Elle let out a frightened sound and tried to move up the bed. Ellie Ch. 01 Gabe placed his hand on her lower belly to stop her. "It's okay I'll fit. You're so wet that it won't hurt, trust me." When she still looked skeptical he chuckled and kissed her nose and cheeks. "Ellie I promise I'll make it good. Just let me have you please. Fuck, I've been dreaming of this since I was seventeen." Elle was mortified she had just been eaten by her older brother and now she was going to have sex with him. There was no stopping him. Gabriel looked too determined and worst of all she wanted it. She wanted to feel him thrusting within her. She felt ashamed. Why was she so awful? Her father would be turning in his grave. Her mother would be so disappointed in them both. Gabriel was running both their lives. How would she face Alec? Could she? As these questions started to form tears leaked out of her eyes. "Sweet Ellie. Don't be afraid, because I love you. Now I'm going to make you mine." Elle squeezed her eyes shut as Gabriel whispered in her ear. She knew things would never be the same again. Gabriel lifted up her right leg and put his cock to her entrance. Elle bit her lip as she felt him push and enter a couple inches. The sensation was weird. Nothing bigger than Alec's finger had ever been inside of her. Now Gabe was pushing more into her. As the pain began to grow Elle made a sound of distress. She knew this would never work. He was way too big and hard for her. As he thrust his hips again and drove in two more inches she cried out at the sharp pain. "Shh Ellie it's going to be okay. Just breathe, I am almost there. I know it hurts and I'm sorry." Her tightness was killing him. He knew she would be small but Gabriel felt as if he were dying. It felt so good to be inside her. Finally after years of pining she was his. He shifted his weight onto his hands and thrust those last two inches breaking her virginity. When she let out a small scream he stopped and wrapped her in a hug. He spoke through clenched teeth "I'm sorry! God I'm sorry. It will feel better I promise just breathe." Elle certainly hoped so because this shit hurt! Ugh no wonder girls were afraid to lose their virginity. It was not fun! Gabriel was thick and hard and she felt like she was being split in two pieces. He held her and rubbed her back as she tried to breathe. "Are you okay?" he asked her. When she continued to breathe calmly Gabriel took that as a queue to continue. He pulled his hips back moaning at the soft tissue basically choking his cock. It still hurt as he pulled back and Elle made a moan of distress but as he pushed back in slowly it felt a little better. He then pulled back again but this time it didn't hurt as much and when he pushed in once again she moaned but this time not in distress but in a tiny bit of pleasure. She looked at his face as saw he had his eyes closed in bliss. When he heard her moan Gabriel felt as if he could speed up a bit. He began a rhythmic thrusting of his hips. "God Ellie you feel so fucking good." He groaned. His whole body felt as if her were floating. Finally she was his and damned if she thought she was going to leave him. Her body felt different. She still felt as if she were being stretched but now the stretching felt nice. She was having sex with her brother and loving it. As he hit a certain spot inside her a high pitched squeak broke from her. Her eyes flew to Gabriel's mortified. He smiled down at her mischievously like he had done so many times before. He angled his hips and hit that spot over and over. Her cries rose and she was almost screaming as he began to drive into her forcefully. By this time Gabriel was super excited "Yeah that's it let me hear how good it feels. Scream for me Ellie." He was pounding himself into her but she was giving him back the same pushing her hips up to meet him. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. Her cries were making him dizzy and she felt so fucking good. He was going to come so hard it was scaring him. Elle's back kept bowing like a drawn bow and her pussy kept clenching. The feeling in her belly was growing larger by the second and she was afraid it was going to kill her. Gabriel moved his hand down and pressed firmly on her clit and Elle shrieked at the top of her lungs as she convulsed coming so hard it almost hurt. She couldn't breathe and didn't know how to control it. All she knew was Gabriel had brought her to this point. He had made her break apart. She felt his hips start to jerk as he gave a horse shout and began shooting within her. He was coming hard and holding onto her for dear life. Spurt after spurt shot into Elle's body as the both jerked and moaned in the midst of a climax that was uncontrollable. When she was done Elle collapsed on the bed sweaty and more tired than she had ever been in her entire life. Gabriel lay on top of her nuzzling her neck. He laughed softly "I knew it would be like this Ellie. Hot and explosive. God I love you so much." As she lay there Elle realized that she might love him back but one thought was resounding in her mind. Oh god what now? Ellie Ch. 02 Authors Note: I know it's not very long, but I decided to post what I have and find out what everyone thinks about it. Please vote and send feedback. I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible if you do. Also, if there are any problems with it in terms of anatomy, please bring it to my attention. I'm still new at this. *** "I'm gonna cum!" she screamed and clenched her thighs together. Quickly, Blaine pulled back, letting the tidal wave of pleasure pass her by. One more lick or even a slight nuzzle would send her over the edge into oblivion. Ellie cried out in frustration and tried to finish herself off with her fingers, but he would have none of that. He grabbed her wrists before she could reach her shaved pussy. She whimpered and pounded his back with her legs. He had been putting her through this sweet misery for the past half an hour and still he had not allowed her the release she desired so forcefully. He wouldn't, couldn't, until she gave in. "Why wont you let me cum?" she cried, her angelic face covered in sweat from the exertion he had been putting her through. "You still haven't told me what I wanna hear." Enough time had passed that he could lick her from bottom to top and not give her climax. "How did you find out about your present?" It was her birthday in three days, yet she had found one of his gifts early. A pair of edible bra and panties was what he had planned to give her, but now he had to rely on his other three presents. He could make due with what he had, but if she found another he was going to have to look for something else or spend a lot of time pleasuring his wife in anyway she wished. Twenty-eight hours, if he remembered correctly. It was idealistic of them to think that they could actually make love for twenty-eight hours straight, so they just broke it down into one or two hour blocks whenever the winner wanted. Blaine, of course, didn't mind having to preform. He had incredible stamina, taking as long as forty to fifty minutes before releasing his jets of sticky, hot cum deep inside of her. Though that tended to only happen on his second wind, which meant that they usually started the night off with her giving him a blow job or a hand job. Then the fun truly began. Shaking his head, he realized he wasn't teasing her properly. She had almost stopped sweating and her fingers no longer itched towards her cunt. Delicately, he took a few more licks, prolonging the pleasurable agony. Soon his expert tongue had her gasping for breath. He released one of her hands just long enough to catch it in the other. Blaine didn't quite trust her not to bring herself off just yet. With his free hand, he chose to rub her clit, bringing her closer, faster. They were getting very messy together. His technique was failing and her love juices were getting all over the kitchen table. She moaned, "I checked the, ungh, internet history on the–oh yeah, right there–the computer. I, oh, found, uhn, the web site–yes, mmm, harder–you were looking at and checked the, oh, the, uhm, yes, right there darling. Yes, yes, please, almost there. Just a little bit, no, don't stop, please. . ." the rest of what she was saying got jumbled up in a bunch of whimpering to vent her sexual tension. Again, her hands reached for her sopping wet pussy, but he was stronger and held her back. "You checked the?" he asked, tasting her liquids on his lips. "I don't know! Please, just let me cum!" she begged. "I dunno," he drawled. "What do I get out of it?" "Anything." she pleaded. "Anything?" he asked. "ANYTHING! JUST LET ME CUM!" "Hmm," he pondered thoughtfully. "Alright, I'll finish you off if you walk around the house naked for the next two days. No clothing what-so-ever. If a guest comes over you can only wear, at most, a T-shirt. No bras or panties." "Anything you say, precious." she whined. Taking his time, he slowly slithered his tongue out towards her quivering sex. Inhaling her musky scent, he dove in, attacking her clit. His right hand plunged two fingers inside of her as his other released her hands and started playing with her nipples. With her gorgeous blue eyes bulging and her mouth opened wide, she let out a high pitched squeal that should have been shattering the windows. She came with a vengeance, filling his mouth with her sweet cum. He opened his mouth wide to catch it all, but still some dribbled down onto the table top. Soon it was over. Ellie lay in a sheet of her own sweat and cum, her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. It took Blaine a very short time to realize that she was out like a light. Must have been intense, he thought. Lingeringly, he picked her up in his arms. She was very tiny, barely weighting more than one hundred pounds. He laid her head in the crook of his arm and started walking toward the bedroom. A small smile played on his cum soaked lips. She wasn't going to walk straight for a week. Ellie Ch. 02 Thank you for all the love and support. I am sorry it took so long to update this. There was some confusion on the part of Elle's purity rest assured it was intentional. This is my first story and I'm a fairly new writer so try to be too harsh okay? Love you guys! "You are so beautiful. You are the type of girl that has the chemicals to make me fall in love." The sound of Alec's ringtone woke Elle out of her coma. Her entire body felt bone tired and sore everywhere. She reached onto the floor trying the best she could with the little room Gabe's arm allowed her. "Hello?" she winced at her voice it sounded scratchy and broken. "Hey babe" Alec's voice boomed through the phone. "So do you plan on showing your beautiful face today at school?" Elle was confused "Huh?" Alec's chuckle sailed into her ear "Firecracker its 8:20 first period is over in fifteen minutes." "Shit!" Elle exclaimed she pushed Gabe's arm off of her and sat up in bed. She ignored his disgruntled snort. "I have to make it to school before third period otherwise Hayden will kill me if I leave him without a partner for the Grease Medley. "It's unlike you to be late for class. Is everything okay?" Elle looked guiltily at Gabe and found his green eyes staring back at her. "Yeah babe everything is fine." Alec sighed "Okay if you say so I won't pry. So are you coming today?" "Of course I am. I don't feel like being murdered by Hayden." "Yeah he is a scary gay man isn't he?" "Absolutely frightening" Elle forced a chuckle to make everything seem normal. She didn't want him to think anything was out of the ordinary. She had to hide what Gabe did from Alec. Elle asked the one question sure to distract him. "What should I wear today?" The excitement in Alec's voice was apparent. "Yay I love dressing you. Hmm let me think. How about the leggings with the studs going down the side? The black LOVE crop top with your black lace camisole. Then your boots with the buckles that go up to your knees?" Elle smiled because once again her boyfriend had chosen a flawless outfit. "Sounds amazing as always I'm lucky to have such a stylish boyfriend" "Make it work girl" he said sounding like Tim Gunn. "Love me?" Elle's heart broke as she answered "With all my heart." As she listened to the dial tone Elle realized that she was a horrible person. Here she had this loving man who adored her and she cheated on him by enjoying sex with her brother. She was disgusting and a pervert. "You just asked your boyfriend what to wear and he told you happily. Do you really think he's not gay?" At the sound of Gabe's voice Elle flinched and turned to meet her tormentor's eyes. "Leave me alone." She moved to get out of the bed but he grabbed her upper arm. "Let go!" she cried "Don't flinch when you speak to me it fucking cuts me up to see you scared of me." His voice sounded agonized. Elle shut her heart to his pain "Maybe you should have thought of that before you raped me." His eyes flashed "Yeah I forced you. It was a shitty thing to do. I'll probably regret that for the rest of my fucking life. I'm a douche bag. That I can admit to myself but I also know you liked it. Hell I had you screaming as you creamed me." She pulled and yanked her arm from his grasp. "Must you always be so crass? Okay I liked it so what? What does that change Gabriel? It doesn't change that fact that you forced me. Or that we're siblings. Or the fact that I have a boyfriend who I love. He may not be perfect but I love him." Gabe felt himself getting angry when she claimed she loved Alec. She loved him? No, he couldn't believe that. "If you loved him then you wouldn't have done any of that with me. I made you come so hard your cried. You think he loves you? No one can love you the way I can. You're in every fucking breathe I take. Do you think I like feeling like this? Hard all the time lusting after my own sister? I've tried everything I could. Alcohol and women but nothing can make me feel the way I do for you." He was basically screaming at her when he was done. Why couldn't she see how much he needed her, how much he wanted her? The passion in Gabe's speech brought tears to Elle's eyes. "Gabriel I'm your sister. That's the end of the story. L-let's just forget last night happened okay? Can we go back to the way we were before daddy died? Playing tea parties with me and taking me shopping? I miss the way we used to be. I just want my brother back. I-I can't do this Gabriel. I can't be what you want." Gabe grabbed her by the fore arm once again and yanked her to him. Her body was flush against his. Chest to chest Elle could feel his warmth against her naked breasts. He pressed his lips forcefully against hers. Elle closed her eyes expecting a harsh seductive attack instead the kiss was soft and tender. When his tongue gently probed her lips she couldn't stop herself from opening to him. His song slid into her mouth warm and gentle. He wrapped his tongue around hers and sucked. When she moaned he bit her lip softly. He then released her lips. When she opened her eyes his bore into hers "When will you understand Ellie? You are exactly what I want. And I am done waiting around trying to hide it. I won't give you to anyone. I'm going to make you mine." He then reached his hand up to cup her breast and when she moaned he smiled at her with a wolf like grin "and I plan on playing dirty." He let her go and stood up out of bed unashamed at his nakedness. "I'm going to go down to my room before mom wakes up confused. You better get ready for school. Let Alec enjoy his last days with you as his. But Ellie I really think he's gay." Gabe leaned down to pick up his clothes as he walked to the door Elle found herself looking at his muscled back. How could this scary seductive man be her same big brother? He loved her all this time? How did he stand being around her? No wonder he began to shut her out. Once again Elle began to think this family would've been better off if she never had come to live with them as he opened the door he stopped. "One more thing Ellie. How were you a virgin? I could've sworn I saw you and Alec together on the couch and he was on top of you." Elle felt a flush extend on her face she knew she would have to explain this sooner or later. "Alec wants to wait until marriage before sex." He looked confused "But he was on top of you." Elle wanted to die "-h-he was using his...fingers" Gabe burst into laughter. She thought he was waiting for marriage but the real reason was because Alec didn't want to have intercourse with girls. He had nothing to worry about. Alec may love Ellie but not the way Gabe did. No one ever could. "Wow okay Ellie. He's definitely not gay." "Shut up! How could you understand him? He loves me and wants to wait until marriage to have intercourse. He loves me. He would have never taken my virginity so harshly" Elle screamed at him. She was tired of hearing him down Alec. How could Gabriel understand? "You're right I may not understand Alec personally but I know if you were mine which you will be. It would be impossible to keep my hands off you. But you refused to believe me right now so I'm going to let it go. If you were mine you would never doubt me." As he closed the door Elle threw the alarm clock at him but missed. She listened to his footsteps as he walked down the stairs. Alec did love her. He maybe was a little different but he loved her and she loved him. She got up and gathered her clothes. She would forget what happened with Gabe. She was Alec's girlfriend and she was happy and loved. So why did it feel as if she were trying to convince herself? Sorry about the no sex. However rest assured I will make the next chapter juicy. Until then thanks for reading. Ellie Ch. 02 This is the concluding chapter to my Story "Ellie", Chapter 1 of which was published earlier this month. Unlike my other stories, with each chapter capable of standing on its own, this one follows directly from the other. I'd therefore urge you to read Chapter 1 if you have not already. All characters are over the age of 18 and are entirely fictitious. ***** 'You look tired, Ellie. Are you feeling all right?' Susie Paige's voice was filled with concern as she rested her hand on her daughter's forehead. 'Yeah, I'm right Mum,' Ellie mumbled, 'I just didn't sleep too well.' 'How is your tummy?' She regarded her daughter with concern. 'Did I hear you get up in the night?' 'Uh - yes. I had to go to the loo a couple of times.' 'I thought it was you. I nearly got up to check but I figured you'd call me if you needed help. Are you sure you feel all right?' 'I'm fine, Mum.' Ellie wondered if she'd noticed her turn two shades paler at the thought of what her mother might have found. 'I'd better just go and -' But Susie was in a mood to chat. 'It's nice to see you getting on with your brother a bit better,' she observed. 'I've always got on with Jay, Mum.' 'Well, you know - you went out with him last night...that's nice. You haven't done that for a while.' 'We are brother and sister. It's important to get on.' Ellie remembered how she'd found clumps of his sperm in her hair that morning. Some way to get on. 'Your Dad and I were talking about being a family just yesterday,' Suzie continued, 'and we thought we'd like to go off for a few days somewhere - just the four of us. What do you think?' 'What about work?' 'It would be over the August long weekend. We'd be back by Tuesday.' 'But that's only next week! You'd never find anywhere to stay.' Her mother beamed at her. 'One of my friends booked a two bedroom cottage on the Norfolk Broads,' she said, 'but her mum's sick so they can't go.' 'So I'd be sharing a room with Jay?' 'Yes, but as you are getting on so well that won't be a problem will it?' 'But what about Dad...I mean, he's never around.' Ellie was reeling at the thought of being alone in a room with Jason all night. 'I'm surprised he can find the time.' 'He's promised,' her mother was beaming again. 'It's such a good opportunity, Ellie - God knows when we might all have the chance again.' Ellie considered for a moment. The very first thing that had popped into her head when she woke was the memory of her brother's sperm raining down on her in the darkness. She'd lifted the bedclothes and peered down at her body, half expecting to see smears of it still on her skin, but it had all gone. The smell hadn't though - it filled her senses, rich and thick and and pervasive - the aroma of sex. She'd breathed it in and it brought back every emotion: the fear and guilt and the excitement of the forbidden. 'So what do you think, Ellie?' her mother asked again. 'Have you asked Jason?' 'I haven't seen him, but I'm sure he'd be interested.' I'm sure too Ellie thought. We'll be sharing a room. The thought both terrified and thrilled her. Separate rooms provided a degree of control that sharing would remove, and she had no intention of allowing full-on sex. Still, it was an exciting thought. 'I'd love to come,' she said. 'Lovely. Look - why don't you speak to Jason? He'll be more likely to agree if you ask him.' 'I will.' She glanced at her watch. 'I've got to go, Mum.' 'All right, sweetheart.' Susie leaned forward and kissed her daughter on the forehead and for a moment Ellie wondered if her mother would somehow smell her son's jism on her skin, but she sat back and smiled. 'Let me know what Jason thinks.' * 'That's fucking awesome!' Jason had been worried about what his sister might be feeling in the cold light of day, but the news that they would be sharing a room together was obviously to his liking. 'I thought you'd say something like that.' Ellie fiddled with her spoon. 'But we need to be careful.' 'Sure.' Jason would have agreed with anything she said. 'I mean it, Jay. They'll be right next door.' 'I get it.' 'We'll sleep in separate beds.' Her voice was firm. 'What?' 'We'll each sleep in our own beds - in case they come in.' 'So we can't - you know...well, do anything?' 'We'll see. Perhaps a little bit, but nothing full on.' She fixed him with a beady eye. 'Remember that this isn't a right, Jay. We'll only do it from time to time and then only if we both want to.' 'Right.' Jason thought she was looking amazing this morning. 'Shall I bring some condoms?' 'No you won't! There'll be none of that!' Jason laughed. 'OK, OK...I was only joking.' He reached forward and touched her face. 'Honest, El. I know the rules and I'll stick to them.' 'All right. Do you wear pajamas in bed?' 'What? Oh, I see. No - I sleep naked, or with my jocks on.' 'Well bring something better to wear. Remember that we are a brother and sister sharing a room and they'll expect to see us behaving like we don't really want to.' Jason nodded. She was right, of course, but that didn't stop the rush of excitement he felt. Three whole nights alone with her, sharing a room with his parent's consent! His eyes roamed over her body: the swell of her tits against her blouse, the trim curves of her waist and the roundness of her tight little tush. He'd felt what she had under her dress but couldn't wait to see it, to touch it, to taste it. Perhaps she'd relent a little bit. Perhaps she'd change her mind. 'All right,' he said, 'I'll pretend I hate it - but only if you let me lick your -' 'Stop!' Ellie laughed. 'Just stop, Jay...be nice.' 'I will, I will.' He was silent for a moment, thinking, and then he looked at her slyly. 'But only if I can come to your room tonight.' 'Well, you can't.' 'But I thought you liked what we did!' 'I did, Jay - but its too risky. Mum heard something and nearly out to see if I was OK. You'll have to wait until the weekend.' He considered for a moment. 'What about we pretend to go to the movies and find somewhere else instead? We could play around a bit without worrying.' 'Like where, Jay? A motel?' Ellie remembered the last time - how she'd sneaked in the motel door, terrified someone would see them; Henry's thin white hands counting out the little pile of limp banknotes; the smell of stale tobacco on his skin and the shrill sound of the woman's voice. She would never do it again. Not ever. 'Don't even think of it.' 'I just want to be with you, El.' 'I know.' Her eyes softened. 'I want it too, but we have to be so careful.' She stood up and examined him for a few moments. 'The weekend is only a few days away, so be patient and don't do anything stupid.' *** Those few days were a torture for Jason. It wouldn't have been so bad if she'd gone away, but there she was, looking more beautiful every day. She appeared at breakfast with bright eyes and a smiling face, wearing something amazing: a little blue sports top and shorts or a figure-hugging dress that clung to her curves like a coat of paint. She took to wearing a little make up, too: a touch of lip gloss to bring out their lush fullness and shadow to accentuate the shape of her eyes, and she moved with a lissome confidence that none of them had seen before. 'I think Ellie's in love,' her mother observed on the third day. She was in bed with her husband, who was reading an agendum paper in preparation for a meeting the next morning. 'Yes, dear,' he said without looking up. 'Absolutely.' She nudged him with her elbow. 'You're not listening again, Don. What did I just say?' 'Er - something about Ellie.' 'I said I think she's in love.' Don Paige sighed and set the papers down. He was used to Suzie's sudden announcements about her children, which were always unsubstantiated and usually inaccurate. Like the time she pronounced that Jason was taking drugs. 'What makes you think that?' he asked. 'Haven't you seen her? She's...' Suzy searched for the right word. 'Floating. She can't stop smiling.' 'Maybe she's just happy.' Suzy shook her head. 'It's more than that. Something's happened.' 'Is she trying to get out of the weekend?' Don asked. 'No.' 'Has she asked if she can bring anyone along?' 'No, but -' 'Well, if she was in love she'd do one or the other, trust me.' He picked up his papers. 'Don't worry about it, hon.' Suzie shook her head again. 'I'm not worried. She's obviously happy and that's good, but I'd like to know who it is.' Don thought it was his daughter's business and she'd tell them when she was ready, but he knew from experience not to share his opinion. 'So why don't you ask her?' he said. 'Maybe I will.' 'Well, that's all right then.' He began reading again, the matter forgotten, and Suzy lay beside him, fretting. She knew it was too soon to ask but there was nothing to stop her watching her daughter's every move. * The cottage was small: an open plan kitchen and living area downstairs and two bedrooms and bathroom up the little creaking stairs. Their room was tucked under the eaves and sported two single beds separated by a bedside table. An old wooden wardrobe completed the furniture. Ellie dropped her bag on the floor and peered out of the window. In the fading light she could see marshy fields to the west, which she supposed was the famous Broads, and a line of trees marking what appeared to be a small graveyard nearby. There wasn't a single person in sight. 'Christ,' she said. 'This isn't much.' Jason sat on his bed and regarded her. 'What did you expect?' 'More than this.' She turned to him. 'What the hell are we going to do for three days? There isn't even a telly.' Her brother laughed. 'I can think of something.' 'Yeah, I bet you can.' She crossed to the bed and sat down, eliciting protesting squeaks from the frame. 'I don't think there'll be any of that, Jason, we'd wake the dead.' Jason grinned. 'You give up easily, don't you?' 'I'm just pointing out that the old folks are about three feet away on the other side of that wall and these beds were probably new about the time of Queen Victoria - so don't even think of it.' Jason's face fell. 'We could buy a can of oil.' 'Really? Are you suggesting there's civilisation somewhere close?' 'I heard Mum say there's a Pub just down the road - apparently it's called The Rampant Horse. I'm sure there'll be shop around somewhere too.' Ellie giggled. 'I didn't know you had a Pub named after you.' 'I'm usually compared to a donkey, but I can live with a horse analogy.' 'Whatever.' A vision of Jason's cock floated into her mind. It wasn't as big as a donkey's by any means, but from what she could remember it was comfortably large. 'I'm going downstairs', she said. 'Are you coming?' * The Rampant Horse was a typical English pub, small, noisy and vibrant. It was also very busy, but they managed to find a table in a cramped corner of the lounge bar. Ellie watched her brother threading his way through the tables with a tray of drinks. There were two girls sat nearby and she saw one of them pluck at his sleeve as he went past and say something to him. 'So what did Lolita say?' Ellie asked as he sat down. 'Who?' 'The underage schoolgirl over there.' Jason grinned. 'That's Cindy. She wanted to know if I'd like to sit with them.' He glanced across at the girl's table and smiled as she raised her glass to him. 'She doesn't look underage to me - in fact she looks just fine.' 'If you like them common.' 'Common? How do you figure that?' 'Her eyes are older than her face. She's been around, believe me.' Jason looked at the girl. She was a bit younger than Ellie, perhaps 18 or 19 and was dressed in a pair of jeans and a bright red top. Her hair was tied with a red ribbon and she had nice eyes, but Ellie was right - the smile didn't touch them. She regarded him briefly and then whispered something to her companion before turning back and blowing him a little kiss. 'I don't think she's common.' he said. 'I think she just wants my body.' 'Try raising your eyes above her tits.' 'I did, and it's still a pretty neat package. I'd give her an eight.' 'Christ, you're generous.' Ellie stole a quick look at her parents but they were looking at the menu together. 'So what would you give me?' she asked coyly. 'That depends on what you give me. ' He pressed his leg against hers under the table and she could feel the heat of him. 'The more you give, the higher the score.' 'A kiss on the cheek.' 'One.' 'A kiss on all four cheeks.' 'Better.' He considered for a moment. 'Two.' 'How many for -' she pressed her mouth close to his ear '- a head job?' Jason felt his stomach give a little lurch at the image of his gorgeous sister taking his cock in her mouth. 'Seven.' 'Bloody hell, you're a hard marker! I don't think I'll ever get a ten, then.' 'Sure you can - you just need to raise the offer a bit.' Ellie laughed. 'Not even in your dreams, sunshine.' She studied the girl for a moment. 'So what would do to little miss Cindy over there if you had an hour of her time?' 'Me?' Jason turned his eyes on his sister. 'I'd fuck her in the arse.' 'Jesus, Jason!' Ellie was shocked. She glanced quickly at her parents to see if they had heard but they were talking together. 'Where the hell did that come from?' 'Well, you asked.' His eyes flicked back to the girl. 'She's got a great little tush, don't you think?' His sister shrugged. 'Who knows - she's sitting on it. It's just that I never thought you'd be into that sort of thing.' 'What sort of thing?' 'You know - that backdoor stuff.' Just talking about it made her tummy squirm. 'Have you ever, um, done it?' 'No, but I'd like to. I bet she would too -' A sudden image of her brother and Cindy flashed into Ellie's mind. She was crouching on a rug with her pants pulled aside and Jason was behind her, his cock buried in her rectum. She could see Cindy's anal ring stretched tight, just like girls in porno flicks, and it clutched at his shaft as he slid back and forth into her. '- and I bet you'd like to watch me do it,' Jason murmured in her ear. Ellie felt her face burning. She thought the whole idea of anal sex was deviant, somehow - something only porn stars did because they got paid for it. The thought of a normal person doing it had never occurred to her, and she felt her own rosebud crimp at the notion. How the hell could you ever fit something as big as a cock into it? 'That's disgusting,' she said. Jason regarded her expression. 'Well you did ask.' His eyes scanned the room. 'So pick a guy and tell me what you'd like to do.' 'I'm still trying to get over the image of you and Cindy.' It was in her mind, despite herself. His buttocks smooth and firm, clenching and relaxing with every stroke, driving his shaft like a great slippery piston into the cloying embrace of the girl's bowels. She was whimpering as he fucked her, her fingers fluttering at her pussy and her breasts wobbling. 'You're turned on!' Jason said. He was watching her, reading the signs: the flush in her cheeks, the brightness of her eyes, and under the table, the warmth and pressure of her thigh against his. 'And you're a deviant.' Ellie struggled to compose herself. She was turned on, completely unexpectedly, and by something she'd never, ever, even thought about. Jason laughed and opened his mouth to reply but his mother interrupted. 'So what are you two whispering about?' 'Nothing Mum.' 'It doesn't look like nothing. You're blushing like a bride, Ellie. Is your brother being rude?' 'Jason just made a remark about what he'd like to do to that girl over there - the one with the red ribbon.' Suzy Paige swiveled her eyes like a gun barrel and regarded the girl for a moment. 'She looks like a tart,' she announced. 'You should stay away from girls like that, Jason.' No, Jason thought. I shouldn't. She's not as pretty as El, but I reckon she wants me. A sudden thought occurred to him and he sipped his drink and turned it over in his mind, aware of his sister's leg still pressed against his and of the erection in his pants, as thick and long as a stick. * Jason was lying on his bed fully clothed when Ellie came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a long nightgown that covered her from neck to ankle, and she climbed into her bed and picked up her phone. 'Christ, El, what's that!?' 'What?' 'That thing you're wearing.' 'It's my nightie,' she said primly. 'Really? It looks like a Bedouin tent. I was hoping -' Ellie set her phone down. 'Hoping for what?' 'Well, that I might get to see a bit of you.' 'If you want to see flesh, ask Cindy - I'm sure she'd oblige.' Her voice was frosty. 'Ah, so that's it.' He lay and looked at the ceiling for a while. El picked up her book and studied it, but he knew she wasn't reading. 'You must have fantasies about people you see,' he said at length. 'So fantasise with her.' 'You don't fantasise with someone - you fantasise about them.' He rolled towards his sister and studied her. 'You've got to admit there was something about her, and you liked what I said in the pub, didn't you - you know, about what I'd do to her... what we could do to her. It turned you on.' 'That was before she gave you that note. Now I think she's just a skank.' Jason fished in his pocket and passed a creased beer coaster to his sister. 'It really wasn't a note, Sis.' Ellie glanced at it. 'Well, what a surprise - it's her phone number. She isn't even original.' 'You're right. I'd much rather fantasise about you. ' 'We can't have sex Jay,' her voice had dropped to a whisper. 'Especially that way. You're my brother.' 'I get that, and I'd be happy to settle for a bit less, but I'm getting a strong message you're not interested.' 'So what about the other night?' 'It was awesome,' he said simply. 'I can't stop thinking about it, El. None of the girls I've ever been with have come close to what we did for sheer fucking excitement. It's made me -' he struggled with the words 'it - uh - awakened me...you know - about what it could be like - about what it was like. I want more. As much as you can give me, and then more again. But all you've done since that night is put me off.' Ellie looked at her brother. He was leaning up on one elbow and the light from the little bedside lamp illuminated the planes and angles of his face and she saw that it was perfect: the straight nose and the soft curve of his lips, and the curl of his hair over his collar. His eyes were on hers, soft grey and filled with emotion, and in a sudden moment of insight she saw the true extent of his feelings for her, and that the girl in the pub was simply a tool to make her jealous - and he would forget her in an instant if she, his sister, would only throw him a line to cling to. She looked around the room, to the little beds side by side; to the door with no lock and the wall between them and their parents. Everything about it was small and potentially noisy: the creaking floor and the rattling beds. She could hear the murmur of her mother's voice and knew that she could hear them too, and that it would only take a moment of carelessness to ruin their lives forever. Nothing about fooling around in this room was safe, and yet she felt a surge of recklessness consume her. 'Take off your clothes,' she whispered. 'No, no, here - do it here.' Jason stripped off his shirt and jeans and shucked them on the floor. His body was burnished in the soft light, his belly hard and flat and his chest broad. Beneath his jocks she could see the shape of his cock, tenting the fabric, and she watched with a beating heart as he slipped his fingers under the elastic and drew them down. His shaft bobbed free, thicker and longer than she remembered, and he stood before her unashamedly. Ellie Ch. 02 'Lie on your bed.' Jason lay back on the squeaky mattress and watched his sister approaching. She had let her hair down and it hung in a glossy mane around her shoulders, and together with the long nightdress it gave her a curiously virtuous look, like a young girl of olden times. She stood next to the bed for a few moments, her eyes on his body, and then she leant forward and grasped his cock with her hand. 'Ah...fuck!' Jason said. 'Ellie, that's -' 'Shhhh...quietly! They're only next door.' Her fingers gripped him firmly, marveling at its rubbery hardness. A bead of clear fluid oozed from the tip and hung there for a moment before stringing downwards onto the warm flesh of his belly. 'I remember this when I was little,' she whispered, 'when we took baths together.' Her hand began to move, a slow rhythmic pumping. 'It never looked like this, though.' 'You never played with it like this.' 'I never did, did I?' In the soft bedside light she looked very young. 'And now I am. Who would have ever imagined that?' Jason thought it was true. Two weeks ago this would have seemed impossible. She was his sister and they had never even spoken about sex - but now she was crouching over him in a little bedroom with their parents only five paces away, with her hand on his cock. 'I love its rubbery feel,' she said. 'It's sort of soft on the outside but really hard inside.' Her fingers moved higher up the shaft and she began to stroke it gently, watching as the foreskin slid back and forth over his knob. 'Tell me what you like,' she whispered, 'show me what to do.' 'Hold it a little higher...ah, that's it...yes. Now pump - slowly...slowly.' He closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the sensation, but opened them again to watch his sister. 'See how the foreskin slides back and forth?' he asked, 'don't pull it too far back - yes, yes. Just like that. Now, wet it a little.' Ellie leaned over and released some spit from between her lips, watching as it drizzled over her brother's knob. It lay in a silver strand on the swollen purple flesh before being smeared by the movement of her hand. 'It's so hot,' she whispered, 'and it's getting thicker.' Jason grunted softly. Her hand was gripping him just below the head and it felt amazing. He could feel the skin of his cock stretched as tight as a drum under her slim white fingers, harder than he could ever remember, and he watched as another bead of translucent fluid appeared at the end. Ellie laughed softly. 'Look,' she said, 'it's like I'm milking it.' She gripped harder and moved her hand back and forth to draw more fluid from him before bending forward to give the head a quick lick. For a glorious instant Jason saw his juice streaked over his sister's tongue before she drew back. A thin strand of silver connected her lips to the head of his cock, and she laughed again. 'Let me see you, El' Jason said. 'Take off your nightie.' Ellie considered for a moment. The door to their room could not be locked and their parents were only a few feet away. She would have only a few seconds to react if one of them chose to come in. 'I can't,' she whispered. 'What if -' 'They won't.' 'But if they do - there's no way to hide what we are doing.' 'I don't care. I want to see you.' She stared at him for a few moments, torn between a desire to go further and fear of discovery. 'All right,' she said at last. 'But I need you to lie on the floor between the beds.' Jason nodded. It would offer scant protection if their parents did open the door, but there was nowhere else to hide. He swiveled his hips over the edge of the mattress, his cock waving like a wand, and then lay on the wooden floor between the little beds. Ellie stood over him for a moment before pulling the nightie over her head and dropping it to the floor. From his low vantage point he could see all of her: the long legs, slim and shapely; the tight crease at the juncture of her thighs; the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts, each a perfect orb capped with a little pink nipple as small and sweet as a baby raspberry. His eyes returned to her pussy and he saw that it was like the rest of her: small and neat and perfectly symmetrical. 'You're beautiful,' he whispered. 'Turn around, Sis. Let me see.' She turned slowly and he saw her butt was exactly as he had imagined it to be: each little cheek perfectly defined, smooth and firm and delicious. The tight crease between them hid the little rosebud but he pictured what it would be like: clean and pink and sweet: a little door to another hidden treasure. His cock twitched at the thought of entering it, if she should ever agree. And then she was facing him again, standing still for a moment so his eyes could once again rest on her pussy, and he saw the delicate pink lips had drawn apart a little and there was a gleam of moisture between them, as if they were preparing to be violated by the rampant organ before them. He stared at the little opening with hungry eyes and she saw what he was thinking. 'We can't, Jay. You know we can't.' 'Let me taste it then.' Ellie nodded and stepped forward, treading carefully to straddle his waist, turning to face his feet before crouching, thrusting her bottom back toward her brother's face. He grasped the little cheeks and drew them apart, steadying her as she squatted further. His vision was filled by the crease between them: the tiny pink anus, small and crinkled, and the tight moist slit beyond it, fringed by hair as fine as spun flax. He could smell her too: the scent of jasmine and sandalwood juxtaposed over the warm animal odour of her arousal. 'Eat me Jay,' she whispered and lowered herself further, squatting low over his face. His breath was hot against her pussy and she felt its lips twitch in response. Jason closed his eyes as his sister's tush descended upon his mouth. He felt the soft kiss of her pubic hair and a moment later the warm press of her flesh as she settled. She wriggled back and forward a little to align her vulva over his lips, and somewhere far above him he heard her voice, whispering urgently. 'Lick me, Jay - ah, yes, yes. Push your tongue in...lap it. Yes, yes...just like that. Fuck...fuck that's good.' The sudden burst of flavour in his mouth reminded Jason of the very first time he had tasted a nectarine: the texture of the warm skin against his lips, fracturing as he bit into it, and the sudden spurt of juice into his throat, sweet and sticky and delicious. But this was so much better - the liquid richer, thicker, oozing into his mouth like the finest liqueur. He extended his tongue and pushed it into his sister, wriggling it to burrow into the tight wet channel, lapping to capture her essence - to breathe it in, to fill his senses. He could hear her little gasps and squeaks of pleasure as she squirmed on his face, her buttocks pressed hard against his cheeks and her cunt locked to his mouth, slippery and wet. He could not breathe - he was engulfed by her, drowning in her, his senses filled by the delicious odour and taste and texture of her sex. In his mind's eye he could see her slim body wriggling on his face, her face distorted in pleasure. She was twitching, twitching, each little jolt releasing drops of essence into his throat and beneath her he was dying, consumed by her cunt. He seized her buttocks and lifted her, breathing again, lapping at her - great long strokes over the wet, trembling lips, dipping between them to scoop her cream and then on to tease the tiny orifice beyond. He delighted in the texture of the two openings: her vulva wet and soft like the flesh of a succulent fruit and her anus rougher, the ring crinkled and tight. The knowledge that he was lapping his sister's rosebud delighted him and he stabbed it with his tongue until at last it surrendered and he felt the tip enter that forbidden place. Ellie was in ecstasy. Nothing she had ever experienced came close to the waves of pleasure that enveloped her. Every stroke of her brother's tongue drew a groan from somewhere deep inside, unbidden and uncontrolled. She had never envisaged such rapture, never imagined that it could be like this. Her pussy was a river, oozing and dribbling over his face, the lips fat and swollen, the flesh within them grasping at his restless touch. Her anus twitched and trembled, crimping with every stroke of his tongue. She felt him teasing it, testing its tightness, pressing against the tiny puckered door with his flickering, dart-like tip until at last it opened, and she felt it slip inside. With a cry of lust Ellie bent forward and seized her brother's cock in one hand. It was massively swollen, bigger than she had ever seen it, and her tongue flicked over the head to capture the oily juice that leaked from its eye. Once, twice, she licked it, and then she opened her mouth and took him inside. In silent desperation they writhed against each other: Ellie's slim body transfixed by the cock in her throat and the tongue in her bottom. She felt his shaft twitching, unleashing little spurts of lubricant into her face and she tasted it, warm and oily as it oozed into her throat. She clutched the base of his shaft with her hand and bobbed her head back and forth, her lips stretched around the head and her lips locked around him, and the movement caused his tongue to wriggle deeper into her body. With an audible plop Ellie pulled his cock from her mouth. 'Oh God, Jason,' she whispered, 'ah, fuck, that's good!' She tried to say more but she could not speak, for the waves of pleasure engulfed her. She had never imagined her anus to be so sensitive, the sexual arousal it could give her so intense. The pleasure ratcheting up each time his tongue penetrated her bowels. Somewhere in the distance she could hear herself moaning, little explosive sounds that she could not control and so she seized his cock again and plunged it into her mouth to stifle the noise. Jason felt his sister's body stiffen as she rushed towards her climax, and he clutched her thighs tightly and stuffed his tongue into her pussy, lapping it like a dog. His cock was buried in her mouth: he could feel the tight constraint of her throat rubbing the head with each downwards thrust of her head. The feeling was so intense that he could hold back no longer, and with a muffled cry he unloaded the first jet of his sperm into his sister's mouth. He felt her jerk in surprise and almost immediately a burst of flavour entered his own mouth as she came too. They writhed against each other, twitching as successive waves of pleasure seized them: Jason's cock jolted again and a second jet blasted into Ellie's mouth - and then a third, and a fourth. Somewhere above him he could hear a gurgling sound as she struggled to contain the deluge of his sperm and he felt the explosive fluttering of her cunt as it spasmed on his face - tight little contractions that squeezed her juice between his lips in a thin stream. And then the storm was past and their bodies gradually relaxed. Ellie sat up and gingerly lifted herself off her brother's face before squeezing beside him on the floor. They lay in silence for a few minutes, each lost for words. There was a clot of sperm on her chin and he watched as she wiped it off with her fingers. 'Are you alright?' he asked, at length. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. 'El?' 'Yes, yes...I'm OK.' 'Was it good?' Jason asked shyly. 'I mean, you know, was it good for you?' 'It was the best yet.' Ellie lapsed into silence for a few moments, remembering. 'I've done a few guys...you know, orally, but I've never let them cum in my mouth before. This time - well, I couldn't get enough of it.' She laughed self-consciously. 'I think we've just damned ourselves for eternity.' Jason smoothed a comma of hair from her forehead. 'Don't think like that.' 'I'm right Jay. How many of our friends do what we've just done? And what would they think, if they knew? She shook her head. 'When we started this we set some rules but we've broken just about every one. If we keep going we'll be having sex with each other before long.' Jason thought it couldn't happen soon enough, but he figured it was an opinion he shouldn't share. 'Would that be such a big step forward?' he asked. 'I mean, what we've just done has crossed all sorts of boundaries. Surely full-on sex wouldn't take it that much further?' His sister shook her head. 'It would, Jay. It's a huge step. One day we'll be with other people...you know, married perhaps, with kids of our own, and we'll look back and say 'I fooled around with my brother for a while, and it was nice' - but that's very different to saying 'My brother and I fucked.' That's something you'll never be able to tell anybody about, not ever. It would be a secret that we would have to live with for our whole lives.' 'So we live with it.' 'That's easy to say now - but suppose people found out. Are you prepared to live with the consequences?' 'They would never know.' 'Secrets have a habit of emerging, sooner or later.' She reached over and touched his face gently, her fingers caressing his cheek. 'Even now it would only take a second for us to be discovered, Jay - I mean, look at us, lying naked on the floor. If Mum comes in we're busted for ever.' 'We could pretend you had a seizure and I had to lay you on the floor to help.' Ellie laughed softly. 'Nice try, but how would you explain your sticky face?' Jason touched his cheek, still wet with his sister's juice. It was a good question. 'Mouth to mouth?' 'Mouth to pussy, more like. Jesus! I was like a river...I've never been like that before. And you licking me like that. I never thought -' she lapsed into silence, thinking of the waves of pleasure that swept through her each time his tongue rasped over her anus. If Jay had chosen to fuck it at that moment she would have done it - she'd have done anything, and the thought terrified her. 'We'd better get up,' she said at last. 'If Mum -' 'Yeah, I know,' Jason said. 'If she comes in we're busted.' A sudden thought occurred to him. 'Look - suppose we took the mattresses of the beds and pushed them together on the floor, here in the middle. We can sleep together then.' 'And if she comes in how do we explain that?' 'Just tell her the beds were so noisy we couldn't sleep.' He seized the bedframe nearest to him and rocked it back and forth, eliciting a loud squeaking noise. 'I mean, who the hell could sleep in that?' Ellie smiled. 'All right - but no sex.' 'Right.' 'I mean it - don't even try, or I'm out of here.' 'All right.' Jason hoped he sounded sincere. **** Ellie lay awake for a long time in the darkness, listening to Jason's soft breathing. His arm was across her waist and it was heavy, but she didn't want to wake him and her mind was too busy to sleep. Only a week ago she'd imagined her life would be just like other girls she knew - to get through school, to have fun and to play the field; and one day to find the right guy and settle down with him. She'd imagined Jason would have similar dreams but really hadn't thought about it...he was just there, and always had been, and although they were brother and sister they really had separate lives. But that had changed with a speed and intensity that bewildered her. In the space of a few days their lives had collided in a way that neither one could have ever imagined. Jason had suddenly become so much more than a brother, and it tested everything she had believed in - and it worried the hell out of her. She lay in the darkness and thought about why it frightened her so much. What they were doing was illegal, of course, but that didn't concern her at all. It was socially unacceptable too, and she was worried her parents would find out...but it was also exciting because forbidden loving was the best kind of loving and the risk was - well, fucking exhilarating. Not half an hour ago she had laid in this very spot and rubbed her cunt in her brother's face, and the knowledge that her mother was only a dozen paces away had added immeasurably to her pleasure. No, she wasn't frightened of that, either...so what was she so scared about? The answer, of course, was a desperate fear of where this would take them. She was terrified that letting him go too far would take them both beyond the point of no return - and who knew what might happen after that? And yet...was the next step so different to what they had done? She remembered an interview with a sex worker she had read once, who made the point that oral sex was the most intimate thing you could ever do. What was it she had said? 'Vaginal sex gets you pretty close and personal - but it's nothing to oral sex. When you've got his cock down your throat it's primeval: you can taste him and smell him; feel every drop of body fluid that drips and oozes and spurts from him...and if you swallow his cum it becomes part of your whole body.' Ellie thought the woman was right: sucking her brother's dick had been the most intimate thing she'd ever done. She'd taken it as deep as she could, jamming it in her throat with her lips around the base and her nose in his balls...loving the warm rigidity, delighting in the slippery ooze of his pre-cum leaking into her gullet. She could have eaten it all night but she was eager for him to spurt, to feel him splashing over her tongue and filling her mouth with his essence. And God, had he cum or what! It seemed to go on forever, like a fire-hose jerking and jolting in her mouth; and she had loved it. And now she visualised his sperm inside her, lying in her belly in a milky puddle ready to be digested, to become part of her being. So deep inside...a real part of her, just as the woman had said. She could still taste its pungency and feel the swollen sensitivity of her lips where they had been battered by his shaft. So would fucking him really be such a big step forward? She'd thought it would be, but was that really true? His cock had already violated her and his seed was seething in her guts. So how could taking him in the pussy be any worse? She was on the pill, so there wasn't any risk even if he did pump another load there. The thought that she could have her belly and her pussy full of his sperm at the same time excited her, and she groaned softly as she touched herself. The ache of longing grew stronger, an overwhelming need to be filled, to be fucked, to be a slut just this once - until it overpowered all reason. Ellie lifted aside her brother's arm and turned to face him. It was too dark to see his face but she could hear the soft sound of his breathing, and she discerned he was on his side. She reached down and grasped his soft cock and massaged it gently, wondering if she could make it hard without waking him. He grunted softly but was still and so she rolled to her knees and crouched between his legs, bending forward to take him in her mouth again, swirling her tongue over the head. Jason's shaft grew rapidly and Ellie bobbed back and forth slowly, delighting as the rubbery hardness filled her mouth again. The pungent taste of his semen was gone, replaced instead by the oily essence of lubricant oozing into her mouth, and she sucked gently to gather it at the back of her throat before allowing it to slide down her throat. Her hand encircled the shaft to the bulbous head. She wondered how it would look in a mirror - her petiteness against his rigid hardness, her lips stretched wide to take him in. She wondered too how he could stay asleep and thought perhaps he wasn't - that he was pretending: lying still whilst she ate him, savouring the delicious feel of her mouth, afraid to interrupt her lest she stop. Was he hoping to cum again? Was the spiral of his climax already starting to build? Ellie Ch. 02 But she didn't want his sperm in her throat: she'd had that already, and so she released his cock with a soft plopping sound and shuffled forward to crouch over him, rolling him gently on his back and reaching to grasp the length of his shaft, to place its swollen head against the crevice into her body. Jesus! It felt big. Maybe she was too tight? She placed her hands either side of her pussy and pulled the lips apart, feeling him engage in the tiny orifice between them, and she grunted slowly as she gradually lowered her body. Jason awoke to a feeling of intense pressure on his cock. He reached down to grasp it and found a pair of warm thighs straddling him, and he understood what was happening. A surge of fierce joy suffused him and he clasped his sister's waist. 'Christ, Ellie... Ah, Jesus! What are you doing?' His voice was a croak. 'It's tight, it's tight.' Her words were barely a murmur in the quietness of the room. It was tight, Jason thought. He could feel his rod bending under her weight and he lifted her a little to relieve the pressure. 'Put some spit on it,' he whispered. 'I did, with my mouth.' There was mischief in her voice. 'Didn't you feel it?' 'Then put some more on.' He waited until he felt sudden wetness smeared on the tip and then the grasp of her fingers to align the shaft. She hunkered down and the pressure suddenly returned as the head pressed hard against her flesh for a few moments before breaking through the tight restriction with a sudden rush. 'Aaah, fuck!' she'd bent forward and her lips were close to his ear. 'Jesus, that's big! Wait...wait.' Jason kept still. He could feel her cunt gripping him like a vice and the grip of her hands on his upper arms, and hair brushed against his face in a fragrant cloud. I'm inside Ellie he thought. My cock is inside my sister. A sudden picture of how it would look rushed into his brain: her slim body crouching, bottom poised and his bell-end embedded between the tight little lips of her labia. Her face would be screwed up in pain, her bottom lip held between her little white teeth, and she'd be holding her breath in that funny way she had when she was concentrating. The image was intoxicating and he lifted his hands to seize the cheeks of her bottom, fingers curling between them to touch the point of their union. In the darkness he heard the hiss of her lungs as she finally breathed out, and he heard her soft whispered words. 'You're inside me, Jason, just the tip. Can you feel it?' 'I can...Jesus, Ellie - you're tight!' 'Do you want to go deeper?' 'All the way.' 'All right - let me...ah, just slowly, slowly.' He felt her bottom descending as she lowered herself, felt the heat envelop him. Her cunt was like a steel band and he fancied he could hear her flesh popping and creaking as he levered aside the satin walls. 'How's that?' she asked in the darkness. He was half way inside. 'Lovely...that's lovely.' His voice was breathless. 'You're so tight. I thought you'd - uh, you know - well, done this before.' 'Only once.' She'd arrested the movement and was balanced over him, half his cock motionless inside her. 'Just the once.' Jason was astonished. He'd thought she'd have had sex far more. He opened his mouth to respond but she was talking again, a whispered gust of words. 'He wasn't as big as you,' she said. 'At least, I don't think so. It was my first time.' He could sense her remembering; hear the emotion in her voice. 'He - came quickly and that was it, really...not like now - nothing like this.' She was silent for a few moments, her body still above his, and then in a sudden rush she lowered her body until the soft cushions of her buttocks rested on his thighs. In the darkness he heard the soft expiration of her breath, and then she was whispering again, her lips close to his ear. 'Fuck, Jason...ah, that's right in me! Can you feel it?' She clenched her abdominal muscles, squeezing his shaft inside her. 'Can you feel that?' Jason nodded but realised she couldn't see him. 'I can,' he said. 'I can feel you gripping me.' 'It's right inside,' she repeated. There was a sense of wonder in her voice. 'I can feel my brother inside me...right up inside. This is sooo wrong, Jason.' 'I wish I could see it. Can we put on the light?' 'No! They might come in to see what we're doing up so late.' 'What about the curtains?' 'All right.' She lifted herself smoothly and his cock fell from her body with a soft plop. He heard her footsteps shuffling to the window and the sound of the drapes being pulled aside, and the room was suddenly suffused with moonlight. In a moment she was beside him, straddling his body. 'Now, where were we?' her fingers sought him out, his shaft darker against the pale skin of her fingers. She pressed the head into her body and he saw it disappear. 'Ah, ah...that's nice...or was it deeper?' 'Deeper, I think.' Jason's voice was a croak. 'Hmmm...I think you're right.' In the pale light he could see her face smiling down at him, her eyes glinting with amusement. 'A bit deeper or a lot?' 'A lot...a lot.' He grasped her hips and tried to pull her down but she resisted. 'Hey! Not so fast.' She lowered her bottom a little and his cock edged into her. 'You won't get to fuck your sister often, so make it last.' Jason lay back and watched her: the set of her head as she stared down at his face, the graceful column of her neck and the amazing bone structure of her shoulders. Her breasts were small but exquisitely formed, perfectly balancing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. In the moonlight her skin appeared almost translucent, like that of a little Sprite painted with a shimmering effervescence, and this, together with her diminutive size, gave the impression of extreme youth. He experienced a sudden surge of lust and reached up to grasp her waist, his fingers almost encircling her, and this added to the sense that he was fucking someone much younger than him. Beneath his hands he could feel her muscles flexing as she began to ride him - a slow, languorous motion like a ship in heavy seas, corkscrewing through the long breakers. Her cunt enveloped him, devoured him: lifting to the point of separation so that its lips barely held him in, and then descending with a twist of her waist to engulf the full length. In the silence of the room he could hear their union: the soft squishing as their juices merged, the quiet slap of their flesh as he bottomed out and the gentle panting of her breath. Her hands were on his chest, pressing down to give her leverage, and her eyes glinted in the moonlight as she stared down into his face. 'Did you ever imagine we'd be doing this?' she whispered. 'Not in a million years.' It was true. In all the time they had lived as brother and sister he'd never thought of her sexually - until last month, and even then he had hardly dared to think of it. 'Mum and Dad are right on the other side of that wall,' she said. 'What do you think they would say if they knew their children were fucking?' 'They wouldn't believe it. They think you're a little goody two-shoes.' Ellie giggled. 'And now I've got my brother's cock in my hungry little snatch, and I'm loving it.' She wriggled her hips. 'Stirring it like a spoon in a pot of honey.' Jason said. 'All sticky and sweet.' 'It is, isn't it?' She stopped moving and leaned forward to examine where they were joined, but it was in shadow so she lifted herself to watch his cock flop clear with a soft plop. The foreskin had rolled back and the head was massively swollen, almost black in the silvery light. 'Jesus,' Ellie said. 'Fuck. Did that thing fit inside me?' 'Sure did.' She lifted it with her fingers to engage it in her slot. 'So let's see how.' Jason eased his hips upward and they both watched as the bulbous head pressed against her, the pressure building briefly before it crowned between her vulval lips. 'Fuck, Jason - that feels...full,' Ellie gasped. She laughed softly. 'You know, the other guy I had thought he was pretty special with girls but I see now that he really wasn't. It's funny how comparisons give you such a sense of perspective.' 'So you'll be trying out a few more guys for comparison?' 'Not likely. If they're bigger I don't want them and if they're smaller I still don't want them.' Jason smiled up at his sister's face. 'You know that size doesn't matter, right? It's what you do with it.' 'Really?' 'Sure. You want me to show you?' Ellie nodded, her eyes bright. 'Yep.' 'All right then. You'll need to get off me.' She lifted herself off her brother and he rolled upright, maneuvering to kneel behind her. 'Bend over,' he said. 'More...so your tits are against the mattress. More. Lift up your butt...that's it.' She felt his hands on her thighs, opening them a little, and then the slippery touch of his cock against her slit. 'Have you done it this way before?' he asked. 'No...but I've seen it.' 'Doggie...my favourite,' Jason said. He held her waist and thrust his hips forward, watching as he began the long slide into his sister. Her buttocks were small but beautifully formed like little round apples, and he held them apart to better watch his penetration. 'I wish you could see this,' he gasped. Her cunt felt like a velvet glove gripping him. 'What?' her voice was breathless. 'Me going into you...ah, fuck! That's good.' She grunted softly, hunkering down to better accept the shaft sliding into her. 'Tell me what you can see.' 'Uh - its going in...looks tight, Sis. Your lips are really stretched around it, like a rubber band.' 'It feels tight.' She wriggled her bottom. 'Does that feel nice for you?' Jason nodded, his eyes fixed on where they were joined. It seemed incredible to think the slippery little hole into which he was feeding his cock was his sister's. He felt a moment of guilt but it was too good to stop, so he continued to thrust forward until he was buried to the hilt. 'Jesus...ah, stop, Jay!' her voice was muffled, face pressed into the rumpled sheets. 'You OK?' he whispered. 'Yes...yes. It's so deep. Just hold it there for a moment...ah, I think you're touching something inside me.' Jason held himself still, his loins pressed against her buttocks. Between its cheeks he could see the root of his cock, the only part of it not inside her. He'd never thought of himself as particularly big but it looked very thick against the little round cupcakes either side of it, and in a sudden moment of insight he imagined how the bulk of his shaft wedged inside her slender body would look, reaching up towards her waist. Beneath his fingers she was twitching, like a small animal newly transfixed by an arrow, and the iron grip of her vulva pulsed spasmodically around his turgid flesh. For a few moments longer he remained still, reveling in the delicious feeling of his sister's body, and then he drew his hips back, watching as the shaft emerged from between her grasping lips. It glistened in the pale light and she groaned softly as it withdrew. 'That's lovely, Jay.' Her voice was filled with wonder. 'Put it back in...push it in.' Jason grasped her waist and fucked her slowly. She was rocking with him, caught up in the rhythm; her body moving not only back and forth to meet his thrusts, but up and down too, hips lifting as he withdrew and then hunkering down to absorb the length of his shaft. Her fingers crept to her buttocks, holding them apart to allow deeper access. Each time he thrust a rim of white gathered at the point of their union, and as he withdrew it clung to his rod like a watermark to show how deep he had been. The sensation was exquisite: every nerve ending tingling as he stroked back and forth and the head of his cock felt massive, almost as if it were still growing inside her. His eyes feasted on her body: the small neat head pressed against the mattress; the hair spread in a shining curtain to hide her face. He could see her neck beneath it, slender and graceful, and the set of her shoulders and the flawless pale skin of her back, moving rhythmically in tune with his thrusts. She was so small: the waist barely bigger than the span of his hands and the tiny buttocks as round as oranges. Her hands still grasped them, the long fingers curled around the peachy flesh to dip into the crack and he caught a flash of her crimson nails close to the little brown ring of her anus. It was moving, the pressure of his cock causing it to bulge with each thrust, the tiny orifice opening slightly as if beckoning. He experienced a sudden surge of lust and leaned forward to thrust deeper. It's Ellie, he thought. My sister. I'm really inside my sister. How did it come to this? They had lived together for more than eighteen years, two separate people joined only by common blood - but now they were joined by the thick shaft buried within her, their juices mingled, the froth from her pussy smeared over his rod and her low groans of pleasure ringing in his ears. She loves it. She loves being fucked by her brother. He imagined the head of his cock buried within her, cleaving aside the walls of her cunt to reach far inside her sleek little body. That tight, wet, cloying little tube, holding him in...undulating as she moved, stroking him. Waiting to receive his semen, to be filled by him. He envisaged his seed churning in his balls, eager to burst into his sister, to fill her. The image was intoxicating and he felt the first seeds of his orgasm growing in his brain. 'I - uh, I'm going to cum, Ellie,' he whispered. 'Just a bit...keep still, keep still - don't move.' He felt her comply, her body motionless, and he continued to thrust as the pinnacle of his pleasure expanded, spinning upwards toward that exquisite point of no return when the jets of his seed would be released. His thrusts grew slower, forcing it to last, to slow the inexorable rise of his cum. He drew his cock back so only the head was within her, rubbing, rubbing, each nerve ending in the great bulbous head an exquisite needle of pleasure. The silver bubble of his pleasure expanding, filling his brain, his body, his whole being until that infinitesimal moment before he came. And at that instant Jason stopped thrusting. His cock was just within his sister's body, the rim visible but the tip still within her, and his orgasm collapsed with the sudden loss of stimulation. His cock jerked briefly and a thin stream of his seed entered his sister's body - not in the powerful jets of a full cum, but as a precursor. 'I can feel it,' Ellie murmured. 'Jesus...your cumming inside me. It's hot, Jay.' There was wonder in her voice. She began to move, to press back to take him deeper, but he held her hips. 'Not yet,' he gasped. 'Wait...uh, God...don't move.' For long moments the two figures were frozen: her crouching, full of wonder as the heat of his sperm seeping into her; and he gasping, his fingers hard on her flesh and his cock leaking into her body as the seeds of his orgasm retreated. The room was filled with little sounds: her soft sighs of contentment and his rasping breath and the soft thudding of their hearts, until at last he began to move again. 'How did you do that?' she asked. It was new to her, something she'd never even heard of. 'You stop just on the brink,' he said. He was sliding deeper now, her tube lubricated with his seed. The fucking seemed softer, somehow. 'Just on the brink...sometimes it doesn't work and you cum anyway.' She twisted her head around to look up at him. 'But you did. I felt it.' Jason shrugged. 'Only a little. I can give you more but I want you to cum first.' 'Then get on top of me,' she said. 'I want to see your face.' She waited until he withdrew and turned to lie on her back, staring up at him with hungry eyes. What was happening was unimaginable - but here he was, her little brother kneeling before her with his cock bobbing, dripping, waiting to plunge it back inside her - and she was loving it. 'I want you to cum into me again,' she whispered, 'but deep this time.' 'I will, I will.' He clambered over her and pressed his knob into her slot, grunting softly as it slid into her body, feeling her legs close over his back. Her face was close to his and he pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth and their tongues slithered over one another, and his hips began to pump rhythmically. Ellie's mind was filled with conflicting thoughts, each colliding with the others: the dreadful wrongness of what they were doing; the delicious feel of her brother's cock sliding back and forth inside her; the terror of discovery. Every nerve ending was tingling, alive, as if they had been waiting for this moment to awaken. She had never felt so aware, so empowered, so much in control. Her relationship with Jason had always been one of indifference - but now he was gasping above her, grunting softly as he rummaged inside her body...and it was she who had instigated it: she who was in charge. She clasped his shoulders, feeling the rubbery texture of his muscles under her touch, and she felt his breath hot against her neck. 'Faster,' she whispered, 'move faster...ah, ah, yes, that's it. Fuck me deep.' Jason's thrusts became more frenetic and the feeling of control fizzed in her brain. He'll do anything I tell him, she thought. Anything to be inside me, to feel my grasping little cunt around him. She lifted her legs higher, her ankles locked together, and rolled her hips upward to take him deeper. Above the soft groans and sighs she could hear his thighs slapping against her buttocks with each thrust and beneath her the mattress twanged softly. I'm being fucked hard, and I love it, she thought. And he's going to fill me with his juice. The thought triggered the memory of watching Jason stroking his cock only...what - a week ago? It seemed like an age. She'd been surprised by the thickness of his shaft and the way the bulbous head had glistened as his skin slid back and forth over it, and the amount of jism that had spurted from it to splatter thick as cream over the trembling skin of his belly. And now that same cock was inside her, levering aside the twitching walls of her cunt, waiting like a loaded gun to fill her. Dear God, I'm going to be filled by my brother's sperm. 'Cum inside me, Jason,' she demanded. 'Fill up your big sister now...give it to me.' She began to move with him, rolling her hips with each thrust, her hips bearing down to grasp at him with each withdrawal. 'Spurt into me...yes, yes.' The words tripped from her lips like hot coals. 'It's me...Ellie...your sister. Do you like fucking your sister?' 'God, yes!' Jason's voice was strained. 'I love it.' 'Then fill me up.' Jason lifted himself with his arms and stared down at Ellie's face as he fucked her. He felt the warmth of her thighs gripping him and the clasp of her heels on his back, and the ridge around the rim of his cock was rubbing something inside her - back and forth, back and forth, an exquisite sensation beyond description. She was so tight - but it was silky tightness... gripping, clutching, massaging the length of his shaft. He regarded her face, seeing the features he knew so well: the little oval face now contorted in pleasure; the soft, wet lips apart and the gleam of her little white teeth behind them. Her hair was spread over the pillow and her eyes were on his face: those beautiful dark eyes staring up at him, filled with an expression of wanton lust, and when she spoke again her voice was hoarse with pleasure. 'God Jason...yes...yes...that's it! Just like that...ah, fuck, fuck. Jesus God, I'm cumming...I'm cumming!' Ellie's face screwed up as her orgasm crashed upon her like a Tsunami. She thrust her hand over her mouth to stifle the scream that burst from her lips: it was like nothing she had ever experienced before, as if her body had been suddenly seized by an irresistible force that whisked her upwards through a maelstrom of bursting stars and roaring water. She was gasping, twitching, her hands clutching, fingers clawing. She could feel her pussy spasming in tight little contractions, seizing the shaft buried within it like a fist pumping, pumping, and her breath locked in her throat until she thought she might drown. Ellie Ch. 02 Above her face she could see her brother, his face distorted as he too raced towards his climax, and with a sudden fierce understanding she knew he was on the brink of impregnating her with his seed, and she was seized by a wave of desire. 'Yes,' she gasped. 'God yes...do it! Fill me...fill me.' Jason gave a final lunge and buried himself into his sister as deeply as he could. For one infinitesimal moment he was frozen, his rampant cock held firm in her twitching cunt, and then with a primeval cry he unleashed the first jet of his steaming jism. Somewhere beneath him he could hear her crying out, and her hands fluttered on his back like epileptic sparrows. 'God, Jason,' Ellie moaned, 'Yes...yes...I can feel it! It's hot, so hot!' She worked the muscles in her pussy to milk him and a second jet hosed into her, splattering over the walls of her twitching cunt - and then a third, and a fourth. It sprayed over the cone of her cervix and drooled into the fissures and crevices of her vagina, and it blasted into her uterus. Five, six, seven - long ribbons of seething sperm - more than she had ever imagined he could give, filling her, seeping back along his twitching shaft to drool from her vulval lips. With every spurt he grunted, a low guttural sound like some animal in agony, and she held him tightly, crooning softly until at last he was still. For a long time neither moved. Ellie could feel the sweat on her skin cooling in the evening air and the slow drip of his sperm as it leaked out of her. She was suffused with an amazing sense of contentment, as if her life had been empty to that moment and now was full. She felt the thudding of her brother's heart and imagined it was in tune with hers: each of them beating in rhythm, once separate but now joined, and she turned her face to his and kissed him. At length Jason rolled clear and lay on his back next to her. For a few moments they were silent, each grasping the enormity of what they had done, and then she spoke softly. 'Do you think they heard us?' 'I don't know. You were pretty noisy at the end.' 'And you too.' She reached down and pulled the sheet over their naked bodies. 'Well, at least they didn't come in.' The smile faded. 'God, Jason...what are we going to do?' 'A lot, I hope. That was...' he struggled for the words, '...amazing.' 'You're not sorry?' 'Sorry?' He turned towards her, lifting himself on one elbow and touched her face, his fingertips tracing the contours of her face: those beautiful grey eyes, the button nose and the soft, moist lips. 'How could I be sorry? It was incredible...you are incredible. I want to do it again.' Ellie shook her head. 'We got away with it Jay but if we push our luck we'll get caught. Can you imagine trying to explain to Mum why you're screwing me?' 'Do you want to stop?' Ellie considered the question. She could feel the slow ooze of his semen from between her legs and her pussy was tender where he had battered into her: but she felt a wonderful sense of contentment, as if she had been out in a storm and was now safe and warm in harbour. The failures of the past were swept away and the future with Jason stretched ahead, like a road lined in gold. 'Not in a million years.' 'Then let's make a plan.' He thought for a moment. 'Maybe we should take up a sport or something...anything that will give us time together.' 'Like what?' 'I don't know... join a riding school, or a tennis competition. Something that lets us go off together every now and again without suspicion.' Ellie nodded in agreement. 'I saw an Ad in the library the other day asking for people to join a debating society. We could do that.' 'Right.' Jason was enthusiastic. 'But we'll need somewhere to go.' Ellie giggled softly. 'Unless you really want to join the Debating Society. We could fuck on the floor whilst they have a mass debate around us.' Jason shook his head. 'No thanks.' He thought for a minute. 'There's a little hotel near the Library. We could -' Ellie shook her head. 'No hotels.' 'So where can we go?' 'I've been thinking of looking for a bedsitter' she said. 'It's time I moved out of home and Mum said she'd help with the rent for a while. Maybe I could start looking next week.' 'I'll help you find one.' 'And the day I move in I'll invite you over and we'll fuck all night long.' Jason laughed. The idea was intoxicating. 'We'll have to do something really special to remember it by.' Ellie suddenly remembered the words he'd spoken in the pub when she'd asked him about Cindy, and the little lurch she'd felt in her belly and the thought of him sinking his shaft into her bowels. The girl did have a neat little tush but it was nothing she didn't have, and letting him take her there would be really naughty. Maybe that that could be my special gift, she thought, and it would be something new for me, too. A wave of contentment surged through her and she snuggled closer in his arms. 'I've got the perfect idea,' she murmured. 'Really? What is it?' His sister laughed 'I'm not going to tell you,' she said. 'It's a surprise. You'll just have to wait and see.' and she kissed him on the lips. **** Copyright © Hot_Sister. Not to be reproduced in whole or in part without the express permission of the author. Ellie Ch. 03 Hiya everyone!! Sorry it's been so long. But I'm in college and I just started a new job so things are kinda crazy right now. This chapter is by far my favorite. You get to meet a whole cast of wacky characters and you get more insight into the mind of a certain somebody. Once again hope you enjoy. And I promise next time LOTS OF SEX. This just felt like a perfect place to stop. ***** Elle raced through her school's parking lot, her black boots stepping into random puddles on the black topped ground. She hated being late to anything and she was rarely late for school. Luckily for her by the time she was dressed and showered Gabriel was gone. He left a note on the fridge telling her and her mom that he went off to work. Elle was surprised he still had a job given his track record for disappearing. But he had cryptically texted her that when he got home they had things to discuss. What she wasn't sure. Elle thought things between them were very clear. He wanted something taboo and she didn't want to give it to him. Elle pulled the silver handle to the door of her school and walked in. Instantly the smell of mixed body sprays hit her. It was obviously the middle of a transition period because kids were all over the halls. Some were in clusters around bright red lockers. Others stood in groups in the middle of the hall. Kids were exiting and entering classrooms and like a typical high school you couldn't hear a thing because everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs. Elle was happy she only had a couple months left in this place. She walked up to the little round lady sitting at a desk in by the front doors. "It is rare to see you late for school Elle" Elle sighed she really wasn't in the mood to talk "Yeah I know Mrs. Wall but sometimes ya know?" The lady smiled at her. Something Elle wished she wouldn't do because her large lipstick heavy lips stretched to reveal lemon yellow teeth. The smile was false. Elle was well aware that this woman was not a fan of her or her brother. "How is your brother doing? His name was Gavin right?" "Actually his name is Gabriel and he's fine. Thank you for asking" Elle fought to keep the sneer off her face. She stood there patiently as the woman wrote her a late pass. Once Mrs. Wall handed her the slip Elle smiled at the bitch and walked away. She nearly ran down the music hall to get to her class. There was no way she could be late for her show choir class. The school Elle attended was an arts school rich people in the Hamptons sent their kids. Elle and Gabriel both being said kids. The school was divided up into three parts. One part was the Performing arts section where all the actors and dancers took their classes. The other was the Visual Arts section where the painters and sculptors attend classes. Then there was the Music section where all the musicians and singers were. Elle was a patron of the music section while Gabe had been a part of the Visual Arts. His senior project had been a huge sculpture of Aphrodite blessing the marriage of Cupid and Psyche and the school had turned his project into a water fountain that stood at the front of the school. Most students picked on discipline and stuck to it but there were some who crossed over into other sections. The student body jokingly referred to their school as Fame which wasn't too far off the mark. Elle walked into the choir room and instantly felt at home. The room was large with white walls that were covered in painted hand prints. It was tradition at her school when you graduated you got to add your handprint to the wall so you could leave your mark on the school. Five sets of black risers sat upon the grey carpet. In front of those risers were about forty steel chairs lined up in U shaped rows. In the back in the left corner was a wood door that led to her director's office. Across the room in the right was a door that lead to the music storage room. The show choir was the best thirty singers in the school. To be a part of this class you had to audition and spots were only open at the beginning of the year after the seniors had graduated. It was a coveted group to be a part of and Elle felt lucky she was one of them. The rest of her class was talking to each other when Elle walked in. She said hi to a couple of people and walked over to the risers where her friends sat. Before she could step on the first riser Hayden jumped up, hopped down the five steps and rocket hugged her. Elle giggled as she was spun around. Hayden was Elle's show choir partner. With his traditional Asian features coupled with his tall muscular build he was very popular with the ladies. Too bad he was gay. "Thank goodness you're here!" He boomed. Once he had placed her feet back on the floor he turned to glare evilly at their friend Paige "You said she wasn't at school today." Paige rolled her eyes "Well she wasn't in first period so..." "Whatever Paige you're dead to me now." She gave him the middle finger. Elle put her bag down on the floor "Must you always be so dramatic Hay?" "Um yes hello gay Asian here. You expect me to be outrageous and fabulous. This isn't hard for me because I am. But what other Gasians are as wonderful as I?" Elle's other friend chimed in "So glad you're so damn modest." "Nettina you're one to talk. Miss I'm definitely going to win a Tony." "Wow I've been here three seconds and we're already fighting yay" Elle used heavy sarcasm. "We're not fighting it's just I have to hear this shit at home and at school ugh." Nettina rolled her eyes when Hayden stuck his tongue out at her. "Be grateful little sister. When I am a famous opera singer you will be able to tell everyone that I got to breathe the same air as Hayden Choi for eighteen years." "I hate you." To some peoples disbelief Hayden and Nettina were siblings. Even though they looked nothing like each other they were related by blood. They shared the same father. Hayden was full Korean with brown eyes, black hair and fair skin he was older being born of their father's first marriage to his affianced from Korea. Nettina who they called was Nettie was Korean and African American. During a business trip to New York Hayden's father had fallen in love with a waitress at an Italian restaurant and then married her. This was why Nettie looked nothing like Hayden. Nettie was short and super curvy with caramel colored skin and almond shaped eyes. The siblings got along well and play fought all the time. Elle was always jealous of their relationship and often wished her and Gabe got along that well. "Yeah I'm super happy that I am an only child." Paige remarked as she watched the exchange between the siblings. Paige was Elle's best friend and confidant. Paige was a hard person to understand. It was probably because of how she dressed. Paige was a short girl reaching only 4'11. She identified herself as a Lolita. Lolita was a type of fashion from Japan based on Victorian era clothes. Paige walked around in short frilly skirts with petticoats and parasols. Today she wore a red plaid dress that had a full petticoat which made the skirt of the dress poof out around Paige several inches. She wore white knee high stockings with bows that tied at the knee. Her red plaid boots had to be at least seven inches off the ground. Her bronze hair was curled in big ringlets and a huge white bow was on the side of her head. Elle thought she looked adorable. They met in the seventh grade when Elle was the only one brave enough to walk up to the strange new kid. "Your dress is so cute Paige." Elle told her. Paige smiled back "Thank you. Elle you look cute today also." "Yeah Alec picked out my outfit today." "He has great taste unlike Hayden who dresses as some sort of Asian swag monster." "Shut up Nettie. You dress like a slut and you know it. As I said I dress Tokyo urban." Nettie looked at her brother like he was a moron "But we're Korean loser." He ignored her. "But I am super happy you came to school Elle. I was afraid I was going to have to sing with Milly and you know the tone of her voice grates on my nerves." Elle walked up to the third riser and sat next to Paige and Nettie "Oh come on her tone is not that bad she just has nasality to her voice. Kind of like Kristin Chenoweth and you love her" Hayden looked stricken "How dare you insult my future wife in such a way." The girls burst out into giggles "Um Hayden honey...you're gay." Paige told him. "Yeah but I'd marry her in a hot minute." They all laughed at that. Elle loved her friends. They always helped her forget her problems. And she desperately wished she could tell them about last night but she knew she couldn't. Elle doubted she could casually say "Oh by the ways guys my older brother raped me last night. But I enjoyed it and I screamed his name. Oh, and he also told me he's been in love with me for like forever and now wants to pursue a relationship. Now what song are we going to rehearse today?" yeah Elle didn't think so. That wasn't something she could tell them or anyone. Hayden nudged Elle out of her day dream "So are you coming this weekend?" when she looked at him confused he told her "To Nettie's eighteenth birthday party." "Oh! Yeah of course I'm coming. That's not a question. Our Nettie is the last one of us to turn legal." Elle pinched Nettie's cheeks "Our little baby." Nettie pushed her hand away "Not you too Elle. Gosh you guys are only like four months older." "I'm sure your parents are going all out on this party like always. They always love celebrating you and Hayden's accomplishments." Paige stated "Yeah I try to tell them Nettie turning eighteen is not an accomplishment but they don't seem to care." Nettie blushed "I love my parents but I hope they don't go overboard again. Like two years ago when they paid to have that Ice sculpture of Hayden made for his party but it melted because Hayden's birthday is in June." As they laughed at the memories Elle couldn't help but think of her father. Gideon and Hayden's father Minho were good friends. As ice Hayden stood there melting Elle's father had comforted his distraught friend. Her father had the idea to take the ice crush it up and make snow cones. He was always the life of the party and now that life was gone. Elle felt the hollow hole in her chest expand. Would he hate her of he found out what she and Gabe did? Did he hate her now? She blinked when she felt two sets of arms around her. Both Paige and Nettie were hugging her. In front of her Hayden had knelt down and took her hand. For once he looked serious "I can't pretend to understand how you feel but please don't look so sad." Paige squeezed her shoulders "We miss him too babe" "And we're here for you." Nettie hugged her too. Tears threatened to spill out "I know and I love you guys too." Just then their choir director Dr. Jess walked out of his office. Dr. Jess was a middle aged man in his late forties. He wore tight black pants with a tee shirt with a picture of Freddie Mercury on it. He wore fingerless gloves and had a necklace with a silver skull hanging from it. His hair was dyed black and he had a skull lip piercing. It was hard to believe that this man was a Juilliard graduate with a master's in song composition and a doctorate in music performance along with a bachelor's in music education. Dr. Jess was a music genius which is why the school hired him despite his clothes and piercings. "Hey guys pull out your Grease music." Grateful for the distraction Elle and the rest walked to their seats and sat down on the steel chairs. Nettie and Paige went to go sit next to their partners as Dr. Jess walked up to the black shiny piano. As they performed their warm ups Elle felt her phone vibrate and was scared it was Gabriel texting her. After the warm ups were through Dr. Jess made an announcement "So for the senior showcase you all know we're going to do the whole Grease Medley. Along with The five songs we've been working on and of course the final number I Sing the Body Electric." The whole class laughed and so did Mr. Jess. "I thought this would be great because I know you guys call the school Fame anyways." Hayden nudged Elle's shoulder "Hey you know he's going to need a Danny and Sandy for the Grease Medley." Elle already knew Hayden's mind would go there "And let me guess you want that to be us." He looked at her like she was stupid "Duh" "Also there will be auditions for Danny and Sandy tomorrow" Elle and Hayden burst into laughter at Dr. Jess's words. This was just what Elle needed. To be with her friends and feel like a normal eighteen year old girl. Worrying about solos and getting ready for parties this was the stuff she was supposed to be doing. Not stressing over an incestuous relationship with her older brother. Once class was over Elle walked with Paige to her locker to pick up books for their AP Bio class. Paige glanced at her friend "So you going to tell me what's been bothering you or am I going to have to pry it out of you." "I can't keep anything from you can I?" "Of course not. I'm your best friend it's my job to know everything about you. So what's wrong? Is it Gabe?" Elle's heart skipped a beat. There was no way she could tell Paige what really happened but her friend was a bloodhound and she would bug Elle all day until she told her something. "We had a huge fight yesterday. I confronted him about disappearing for days on end and...he called me a spoiled whiny bitch." "Are you serious?!" Paige yelled outraged. "Why is he such an asshole?" "I don't know. He's just angry I guess. But it's whatever I'm not going to be in that house much longer. Then I'll escape him and his feelings." They arrived at Elle's locker and found Alec standing there waiting. HIs brown eyes lit up when he saw her. "Hey babe!" Elle walked into arms "Hi baby." It felt so good to be in his arms. Alec really was her lifeline He pulled away slightly to stare into her eyes. "I was afraid you wouldn't make it to school today. Is everything alright at home?" Guilt pounded into Elle's heart. "Yeah everything is fine. I just got into a...fight with my brother." God she was becoming too good at lying. Alec frowned "Did he hurt you?" He had no idea."No. It was just an argument. I'm fine baby." She gave him a sunny smile. The last thing she wanted was Alec worrying about her. Paige loudly slammed her locker which was right next to Elle's "She's lying to you Lec he called her a bitch." "What!?" Alec exclaimed loudly. He looked enraged. "Look Elle I know he's your brother and all but he can't walk around calling you a bitch. I will hurt him!" Elle glared at Paige who shrugged at her. "No! Don't do anything Alec. He's just angry and lost. Plus I won't have to put up with him much longer." Alec released her his hands curling into fists at his sides. "If he keeps fucking with you tell me. You know my parents wouldn't mind if you moved in for the summer. They love you." She placed a hand on his face "And I love them but no need to worry everything will be fine." "Have you at least told your mother?" Paige asked. Her mother? Elle snorted. "My mother can't control him. She can barely take care of herself. You guys don't have to worry. He's not going to bother me." They both still looked unconvinced. Luckily the bell rang signaling the start of the next period. "Shit we're going to be late to bio!" Paige then started to run down the hall. Which was a hilarious feat to watch considering she was in seven inch high boots. "Why don't you just wear normal clothes Paige?" Alec called to her. When she gave him the finger he chuckled and turned to Elle "Are you sure you're ok?" "Yes baby I'm fine. I better get going. Text me when you get to class." She kissed him. It was meant to be a goodbye peck but Gabe's earlier words about him being gay crept into her mind. So she stood on her tip toe and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Alec moaned surprised but he moved his hands to her lower back and pulled her closer to him deepening the kiss. Alec's kiss felt good as usual and obviously if he found her repulsive he wouldn't kiss her like this right? She pulled away from him and stared into his brown eyes. "What was that for?" She smiled sadly at him "No reason." He frowned at her and was about to ask her what was wrong when a teacher opened their door and told them to get to class. Elle walked away from Alec feeling like shit. He really was a man most would kill for and how did she appreciate him? By cumming as her brother banged her. She didn't deserve him. After school Elle drove to the grocery store to pick up food. As she passed the candy section she stopped to consider buying Gabe his butterscotch. He was addicted to the stuff and their father always used to keep some around because he knew his son loved it. Every little thing reminded Elle of how much she missed her father... Elle sighed and grabbed a bag of the candy she really wished she knew what to do. As she stood in the checkout line her phone rang when she looked at the screen it read Gabriel. Her heart froze why was he calling her? He never called her. "Hello?" "Where are you? School ended two hours ago. Are you avoiding me?" She rolled her eyes "I stopped at the store since we have no food in our house." "Can you buy me some butterscotch?" He sounded like an excited little boy. She sighed "Yes, I bought you your butterscotch Gabe." "Good maybe I can eat it off you," his voice rumbled sexily. Elle ignored the sharp stab of arousal that ran through her. "I thought I told you we weren't going to do this Gabe." There was a silence on the phone "You did but I ignored you. Sometimes you have to bend the rules to get what you want. The thing I want is you. I told you I was done waiting for you and done with fighting myself. So come home because we have a lot of things to discuss," And with that cryptic remark he hung up the phone. Elle sighed she really needed to do something about him. He was determined to become her lover but the question was how did she make him see that they couldn't be together? She needed to convince him and deep down in her heart she knew she had to convince herself as well. Ugh this was so frustrating! She needed to straighten this out. She walked into the house struggling to carry the heavy bags filled with food. As she stumbled to the table she dropped the bags on the floor with a thunk. Sometimes it felt as if she was the mother of this house. She heard the sound of the television coming from the living room, "Mom, I went to the store. I brought you swiss rolls and I got food for the house. Also there is pizza from Alberto's if you're hungry." When she turned to her mother who was sitting on the couch she instantly noticed the empty pill bottle on the counter. She walked to pick up the bottle. "Did you take all your sleeping pills already? Mom...I'm scared you're developing a problem. " Sarah turned slowly to stare at her "I-i need them to sleep." "No you don't. You're using them to try and escape reality. But no matter how much you sleep Dad isn't coming back." "Look, Elle I need them okay? It's so hard to sleep." Elle took a deep breath trying to withhold her temper. "Mother I understand that you are sad and are grieving but gobbling pills is not a healthy way to deal with it." When Sarah just sat there mutely Elle exploded "Do you even know what's going on? With me or Gabe? It's almost graduation time and Mom I can't stay here to babysit you. Do you pay attention to the fact that Gabe only comes home once a week and when he does he reeking of alcohol? This would break Daddy's heart the way you both are acting. and I have to stay here and take care of both of you. I have to clean up Gabes vomit and give you sponge baths because you're too out of it to even clean yourself! When do I get to grieve huh!? I lost him too! I feel that empty hole in my chest just like you and Gabriell! God I hate this!" Ellie Ch. 03 She could taste the salt of her tears as she sobbed. She ran over into the living room no longer caring about her dirty boots mucking up the plush white carpet she grabbed her mother's shoulders and began to shake her. "Wake up! He's not coming back! HE'S DEAD OKAY? Stop acting like this. Wake up!" Elle raised her right hand for what she wasn't even sure when she felt strong hands encase her shoulders. "Damn Ellie stop! You're hurting her." Gabe wrapped one hand around her stomach and the other around her shoulders and pulled her off of their mother. Elle's body shook with uncontrollable sobs as he picked her up and walked backwards into the kitchen. through her tears she could see Sarah was crying too but she did not care. It felt good to hurt her. It was that thought that mae Elle cry out in anguish. Gabe turned her around and looked into her face when he saw the pain there he tried to pull her against his leather jacket but she resisted and he released her. Elle stumbled out of Gabe's arms. She stopped to look at both of them, "I'm done being your nurse and nanny." She then turned and ran up the stairs into her room. she slammed the door and twisted the lock. With her back against the door she sank to the floor and let the sobs rack her body. She cried for so many things. She cried for the father she had lost. For the mother who refused to let go of sadness. She cried because she felt guilty for Gabe's feelings for her and she cried because she knew if her father knew how she felt he would hate her. Once she had enough strength Elle took off her black boots and stumbled into her bed. She burrowed under the pink coverlet and fell into an exhausted sleep. She didn't see Gabe come into her using the key their mother kept in her room. He sat the plate of chocolate cookies onto her night stand. This made him chuckle. Gabe remembered he use to bring Elle cookies whenever she was upset because he couldn't stand to see her hurt. He and Elle used to be so close but he had decided to put distance between them because his feelings.He missed the sister who use to burst into his room whenever she felt like it just to chat. He missed her smile. And that night when he had took her so carelessly he chanced making her hate him forever.Something he could never live with. To him Elle was the only thing full of love and happiness in his life. Corny as that sounded he did need her. More than he needed air. Gabe had decided that there was a way to have the relationship they used to have plus for them to be in love. He only had to show her. He closed the door quietly as he exited her room. His plan was already in action.