My Sweet Sister Ellie

Although I don’t know when her period started because it was never mentioned to me, my sister Ellie’s behavior started to change during the year she turned 14.  Her body was developing quickly, and she it became clear enough to me that she began enjoying it.  She grew to about 5 feet 3 inches and was slender but still had a cute figure, and a nice face.

All through our childhood, we actually got along really well most of the time.  Whenever she had little to do, I would go along with what she wanted to do mostly.  Since I was much taller and built bigger overall, I made sure that I assured her that even if I was really made, I would never even touch her in anger.  She knew this, and many times when she was down, I would give her a brotherly hug.  Most of the time, she didn’t mind having me around.  She would even start playful little games where she would wrestle a little with me and we would both laugh a lot because I would tickle her mercilessly (but she would never ask me to stopright away) because she loved it.  She especially liked when she would lay on my chest like she was holding me down, and I would run my hands under her shirt or blouse super gently, and she would say that she was getting goosebumps on her goosebumps, and nothing was sexual at all. 

It was soon after she met Rhonda (who I wrote about previously) that her behavior started to change.  I assume it was because they hung out so much that they shared little secrets.  I remember spying on Rhonda sometimes in our house, but when Rhonda wasn’t around, Ellie spent most of her time in her room or just watching television in the family room. 

One day when I walked into the kitchen, Ellie was on the couch that faced the television.  From the kitchen, which was two steps higher, I could see Ellie from behind and because the television was on at high volume, she didn’t hear me behind her.  She had her knees up and her feet on the couch, and it was clear that her hand was between her legs and moving up and down over her panties.  I had a little more of a weird feeling because it was my sister, but it still looked hot to me.  I was considering spying onher as I did with Rhonda, and was trying to figure out how to do so as I deliberately walked past her quickly on my way to the garage, and I just told her that I was going to a friend’s house.  I think she was still “busy”, but I made sure never to look her way on the way by. 

A few days later, I was in the living room watching television when she came in wearing her very loose light blue dress.  She had taken to wearing it around the house frequently.  I was in the big wingback chair that my father usually sat in at night, and she went right to the couch.  I had music videos playing and she was almost right behind me about 8 feet back, so I couldn’t see her at all.  After about 15 minutes, I looked to my right and slightly behind me and I could see her reflection in the glass doors of the fireplace.  She again had her knees up and her feet on the couch, and it looked like her hand was between her legs but just resting there.  When I looked back again a few minutes later, I was sure her hand was moving up and down quietly.  I figured that pretty soon she would see my reflection in the fireplace when I looked, so I stopped doing so. 

For the next couple of weeks, either she was busy with school activities or I was at my part-time job, so that scene wasn’t repeated.  The next time I sat in the family room with the television on, I sat on the far left of the couch, which was angled slightly.  Ellie came in wearing her blue dress, and sat down at the far end, which was just a little closer to the television. 

I was really surprised when she crossed her legs left over right, with her right hand right between her legs.  She put her left hand on top of her right hand and began swinging her left leg sideways slowly.  The motion looked innocent at first and she would move her hands away from her crotch and then back down there sort of randomly.  I tried my very best not to look at her much at all, and I even grabbed the sports section of the newspaper so my face was hidden part of the time.  I was wondering whether she had learned anything from Rhonda about how to discretely stimulate herself. 

Slowly over the next half hour, she began rocking sideways more often and more quickly.  It even got to the point where I could easily see that her right hand, which was usually below her left hand, was moving up and down in a subtle way.  I turned away from her and went to my room for a few minutes and brought back one of my school books.  When I returned, she hadn’t changedanything.  I deliberately turned and sat at the same left corner, but I put my legs on the couch with my knees up, and I was facing her but had the book between my legs and I started reading it—it was a position I used a lot on the couch.  I expected that she would start looking to see if I was watching her, but I was surprised that she never looked.  She just kept swinging her leg and moving her right hand, and at times her left hand would come up briefly while she was still moving her right.  Her face was slowly becoming slightly sweaty and her tongue was clearly very active inside her mouth and it she would lick her lips at times.  When a dance song came on the television, Ellie turned up the volume and in a few seconds, picked up the pace of her discrete masturbation.  Her leg was now moving sideways much shorter swings but much faster, and when her left hand went up to her face to cover her mouth, her right hand looked more active but still not easy to see because it was under her left hand.  The motion just continued for about another minute and then it just ended.  I couldn’t tell if she had an orgasm, but the motion stopping seemed to indicate that she maybe she had one. 

This was the first time I saw this, and by the time it ended I had to wait 5 minutes to leave so my erection wouldn’t be obvious.  Later, I made a big mess when I came in a towel but some of it went past the towel onto the floor.