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 Title: Ellie Ch.  02
Summary: Ellie's resolve isn't as strong as she hoped it would be.
Keywords: fic,inc
   '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.
   '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?
   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.
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.
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