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 Title: Ellie Ch.  01
Summary: Sometimes what you want is right next to you.
Keywords: fic,inc
   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?'
   '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.
   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?'
   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.
   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)
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