The Jeff and Ellie Archives . . . Episodes 3 & 4

Episode 3: Sibling Tender Touches

Ellie is really quite stunning. She hasn’t started getting any real women-like curves yet, but despite her always complaining about having “a boy’s body” she is very feminine. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes and even though she’s only about 5 foot 2 she has the build of a taller girl. Her legs are thin and super long. She does a lot of sports and you can tell since her legs are really toned. She has a small bum but it’s nice and round. Her tummy is completely flat now (this time last year she still had a bit of a baby belly) – she’s actually been begging our mom to let her get her belly button pierced. She has small tits but I think they’re really nice. Definitely smaller than a lot of girls her age even, but when she wears a tight tank top they show off very nicely.

Anyway, as you can probably tell I’ve got a complete crush on her. I know I should feel weird about being turned on by my sister or any 14-year-old girl but I really don’t feel weird at all. Not only is she gorgeous, she’s always very energetic and we’ve always been really close. Our mom works long hours and our dad hasn’t been around in a long time so we spend a lot of time together. Some might think it’s weird but it’s still normal to us to cuddle on the couch while watching TV or to give each other back rubs or foot rubs etc.

The other night I was watching TV before bed. I thought Ellie had already gone to bed, in fact I was just about to turn in myself. I was already in my boxers and a t-shirt in fact. Mom was working late and wouldn’t be home for hours. The show I was watching was just about over when Ellie came into the living room. She was wearing one of my shirts that she had “adopted” a while back as a sort of housecoat. It was a dark blue button-up shirt that I got from our grandmother and it was two sizes too big so I’ve never worn it. Her legs were bare underneath the shirt. She walked over to the couch and sat down beside me and immediately cuddled up to me. She mumbled something about not being able to sleep and took a pillow from the couch, placed in my lap and stretched out on the couch with her head in my lap.

Needless to say I decided not to turn in just yet after all. She was laying on her side, facing the TV. I started stroking her hair the way I know she likes as I looked her over. The shirt was barely covering her tush and I had a great look at her long legs. She has a great tan going already and her legs looked as smooth as silk. Looking down at her face, her eyes were closed now as I continued to stroke her hair. Her long eyelashes would flit every now and then but were mostly still. Her mouth was slightly open and I could see a hint of her teeth. Her lips looked so soft and warm.

Occasionally I would gently stroke her forehead or around her ear once or twice between stroking her hair. I let my fingers trace gently over her eyebrow and down her cheek a few times . . . acting like I was just absent-mindedly petting a cat while watching TV. In reality, I wasn’t paying any attention to the TV at all. I was totally fixated on this little pixie in my lap. She seemed to be really enjoying the gentle touch I was giving her, so I was getting bolder each stroke. I let my fingers gently trace from her forehead to her ear, then gently over her cheek and down to her chin.



When she didn’t resist at all (she in fact seemed to be lifting her chin, encouraging me to explore more) I let my next caress trace gently down past her closed eye, over her cheek and just past the corner of her mouth. I continued slowly down over her chin then ever so gently down next to the top of her shoulder before running into the fabric of her shirt (or my shirt actually).

She parted her lips a bit at my actions so instead of lifting my hand from her skin and going back up to her hair I let my fingers gently trace up her chin and did a gentle circle around her lips. Lastly I let my finger gently caress from one corner of her mouth to her other along her pouting bottom lip. She was so relaxed that even though my touch was very gentle, her lip pulled down a bit so that her mouth was a little bit more open.

At this point she shifted in my lap and turned so that she was laying on her back rather than her side. Her eyes were still closed and she didn’t say a word but she clearly was enjoying the attention I was focusing on her perfect little face. She had only done up a couple of the middle buttons on her shirt, so as she was lying now I could see the top of her chest and even a little hint of where her left breast would begin to show.

The bottom of the shirt on one side had fallen to the side and I could clearly see the pink boy-cut panties she was wearing. They had sort of a lace trim and lace design on them. I could see half of her flat tummy, her navel and while one side of the shirt was still covering her right hip and the very top of her thigh, the other side was completely visible. I could see the outline of her hip bone where it just slightly lifted the waistband of her panties. I could imagine where her pussy would be, but couldn’t make out any indication of anything more.

I continued to look her all over and memorize every square inch of her young body while I continued to gently caress her face. Each time I would let my fingers trace their way across the top of her chest and along the edge of her shirt, pushing it just a little further each time. Then I started to let my fingers stray a little bit under her shirt with each pass until I was confident that I could feel the softer area around her left breast. After a few minutes I was just keeping my hand on her chest doing slow, gentle circles. Still being careful not to fully touch her breast, I was letting my hand go way under the loose-fitting shirt to her shoulder with each pass. One time I let my pinky stray a little bit further than before and could feel the different texture of the edge of her nipple. Ellie ‘s breasts are small and of course laying on her back like this they were barely apparent.

Ellie didn’t make any indication that she noticed I touched her nipple. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic and her mouth was still a little bit open and her eyes remained closed. I decided to let my pinky drift a little further the next time and as it passed over the top of her breast, it brushed gentle against her nipple which was fully erect! I was a bit surprised as I didn’t expect it to be so big . . . it was almost as high as the top of my pinky lying flat on her skin.

On the next pass, I let my hand go much lower down so that my middle fingers passed on either side of her nipple. I was still tracing very lightly but I could definitely sense her breast beneath my hand. The next time I let my hand rest a little less lightly . . . and I could feel her small breast clearly now as my fingers traced around it.

Ellie was still very relaxed and peaceful. Deciding that I could be a bit bolder, I unbuttoned the higher of the two buttons she had bothered to do up on her shirt. I didn’t immediately pull the shirt more open, but just let the opened button rest where it was.