Aw heck, why not?

CHAPTER 2: Reunion

After getting seated in the plane, I did some quick calculations in my head. We were leaving at 10:00 PM, and the flight to San Jose Airport would take approximately five hours. That would put us in California at around 3 AM, but the time difference would mean that it would be around midnight local time. It would take us about an hour or so to get the rental car, and if everything worked out, we should get to their house at around two or three in the morning.

However, my brain couldn’t handle so much careful planning and foresight, and I fell asleep in my seat about ten minutes into the flight. Next thing I know, my dad was waking me as the plane touches down on the runway. We went over to the rental car place and got our car, then set off for Mt. Hermon, where my cousin’s house was located. Despite not having narcolepsy, I fell asleep again. I must not have been getting enough sleep lately.

Then the worst happened. I woke up, and the car’s clock said 3:30 AM. Fuck, I thought, we’re lost. My dad generally has a pretty good sense of direction, but somehow he had fucked up, and we were now 20 or so miles away from our original destination. After having a fierce debate about the best and most efficient way to get us pointed in the right direction, I simply grabbed the map out of his hands and shouted out commands to my dad as I navigated our way towards Mt. Hermon. My dad, too tired to argue, simply followed my directions until we got to a familiar park-like area that I remembered from our spring visit. At this point, I simply tossed the map on the floor of the car and gave him directions from memory. When we arrived at my cousin’s place, it was 4:00 in the morning. I noted that this meant that it was 7:00 back in DC, which was when we were supposed to be leaving YESTERDAY.

After making our way down the stairs, I noticed a note taped to the door. “WELCOME MATT” (that’s my name) was scrawled on it in a child’s script, with something scrawled below it in the same handwriting: “Matt and Ellie’s room is upstairs.” So she’s just as excited about this as I am, I thought. The door had been left unlocked, so we went inside and turned right to go up the stairs to the attic area. Truth be told, it wasn’t much of an attic—it was more of a playroom/office (my aunt worked as a programmer)/storage floor, complete with carpets, couches, and a wood stove in the corner. My mind flashed back to the time I got a fire going in that stove and kept it alive for more than 24 hours, resurrecting it from a pinprick-sized ember on multiple occasions. However, my thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash, followed by the sound of my dad saying “Fuck.” His ginormous mountaineering backpack that he was using for a suitcase had knocked over the rod holding the curtain at the base of the stairs leading up to the attic, and it was only a matter of time before someone woke up. Not a great way to greet your family, right?

A few seconds later, the downstairs light went on, and my aunt Karen came out in a bathrobe. Karen was my dad’s sister, and the middle child of my dad’s family – my dad was the oldest, Karen was the second oldest, and Devin, who lived in New Zealand with his wife and kids, was the youngest. Immediately, Karen and my dad got caught up in conversation about who knows what, and I took this opportunity to go and scope out my room. It wasn’t hard to find it, as there was a sign on the door saying “Ellie and Matt’s room! No one else allowed!” followed by a number of multicolored hearts and a picture of two stick figures holding hands. I smiled to myself as I opened the door carefully, closing it behind me and setting my suitcase down. I looked over at the bed, and saw a lump rising up and down. Ellie really was waiting for me. I stepped out of my regular pants and put on my pajama pants, and climbed into bed next to Ellie. Suddenly, she rolled over so that her face was an inch away from mine, and whispered “Heeeeyyyy! I missed you so much,” put her arms around me, and gave me the biggest hug an eight-year-old could give. I returned the hug and gave her a peck on the lips. “My mommy told me about the flight,” said Ellie, “and I was soooooo sad that I was going to have to wait so long to see you! Because I love you, Mattie, sooooo much!” So now she has a little nickname for me, I thought. She tightened her grip and gave me a kiss on the lips.

“I know you do, Ellie,” I said, stroking her hair.

Ellie then moved in closer and asked, “Do you love me too, Mattie?”

I rolled over so that she was lying on top of me. “Of course I do, Ellie-smelly-belly.”

She gave a little “Humph,” and sat up, now straddling me right above my crotch. “Ellie-smelly-belly” was my nickname for her, and apparently it still annoyed her a little. “My belly’s NOT smelly!” she proclaimed, and lifted up her shirt to expose her belly. “See? Smell it!” I noticed that she was wearing only a T-shirt and panties. I sat up, causing Ellie to fall backwards so that she was now lying on her back. I held her around her ribcage and sniffed her belly. It was perhaps the most pleasant smell in the world, a scent of lavender mixed with her own unique scent. Dammit, she smelled so good! I moved my hands up so that I was holding her right below her armpits, moved my nose to her neck, and took a whiff. The same smell filled my nostrils, and I moved my hands up her arms, pushing her shirt off and leaving her in only her panties.

Before I could continue, however, I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. “Quick,” I whispered to Ellie, “pretend to be asleep!” We lied back down on the bed and pulled the covers over us just as my dad passed the door and entered the bedroom next to ours. “Phew, that was close!” I whispered, letting out a sigh of relief as I slowly and quietly turned back to Ellie and gave her another kiss on the lips. “Wouldn’t you say so, Ellie-smelly-belly?”

Ellie’s expression changed to one of consternation, and she whispered, annoyed, “My belly’s NOT smelly!” before grabbing my head and pushing/pulling it down to her belly. I savored the feel of her supple skin on my face, before realizing that my chin was touching the waistband of her panties. My dick instantly sprang to attention. I took in a deep whiff, and the smell down here was even better than before. I moved my hands down so that they were cupping her but, and gave her ass cheeks a playful squeeze. Her face turned red, although it was hard to tell in the darkness. “Hey, that tickles,” she said, and moved down so that she could squeeze my butt with her hands. I could tell that there was a hint of mischief in her eyes.

“It tickles, does it?” I asked with a hint of mischief in my own voice, and moved my hand to her chin and tickled it gently. Ellie started giggling, and I moved my hand to her armpits and tickled her there as well. Her giggling increased, and she started thrashing around. As she did this, her panties slid down little by little until they were at her knees. Now, I moved my hand down to her belly button and traced circles around it with feather-like delicateness. This only caused her to giggle even more, and she tried to shift around so that her legs were around me and so she could hold me in place. However, she discovered that she couldn’t move her legs apart, and noticed her panties bunched around her knees. A second later, her gaze moved up, and she saw that she was now naked, her smooth slit completely exposed. I expected her to pull her panties back up, but she kicked them off instead, moving so that her thighs were around my head. The smell here was indescribable. I had never experienced anything as perfect and sublime as the smell of Ellie’s slit. She saw me breathing in the scent, and asked “Does it smell good, Mattie?”

“Oh yes, Ellie,” I replied, “it smells really really good.” I pushed on her slit with my nose, the tip prodding the entrance to her vagina. I then moved up slightly, so that my mouth was resting at her entrance, and began to lick her, running my tongue up and down her slit.

“Hee hee hee, that really tickles!” I heard her say. “Doesn’t it taste bad? I mean, that’s where I pee from!” But it wasn’t a bad taste at all. There was a slight salty taste, but it was mixed with a lavender-hybrid taste, similar to her scent. I continued licking her entrance, then spread her lips apart with my fingers, exposing her tiny clitoris. It was so tiny, but it was engorged with blood and looked particularly sensitive. I moved my head so that my mouth was entirely around her clit, and started sucking on it, eliciting little gasps of pleasure from Ellie. “M-Mattie, I…I’m starting to feel funny...!” she stammered between gasps.

Suddenly, I let go and moved away. This obviously didn’t sit well with Ellie, who said, “What? Why did you stop?” I realized that, although Ellie was so incredibly cute, she was still my cousin. My mind was telling me that this was a reeeally bad idea. My dick, however, was still painfully erect, and my balls needed release. I pulled down my PJ pants and my boxers, freeing my dick from its prison. Ellie let out a gasp and stared at it, her expression one of utter astonishment. “I’ve seen my daddy’s before, back when we used to take baths together when I was little, but it was all floppy.” The thought of Ellie, naked and in the bath, made my dick even harder, which elicited a small gasp from Ellie. She tentatively reached out her hand, before stopping and looking up at me, saying, “Can…can I touch it?”

“Sure,” I said, and watched as she extended her hand and rested it on the head of my dick. This was all it took. My cum shot out in ropes, landing all over her chest and slit. Ellie let out a muffled shriek and her expression changed to one of bewilderment. I reached down with my hand and rubbed her pussy, getting my cum all over my fingers. I brought my hand up to her nose, and she sniffed it, wrinkling her nose at the smell. However, she hesitated for a moment, and took another whiff. This time, I guess, she was okay with the smell, and grabbed my hand with both of hers, bringing my middle finger to her mouth and giving it a lick. It must have tasted good, because she licked my fingers clean and smeared my cum all around her belly, getting her hands covered in it. She then proceeded to clean those as well, licking her lips when she had finished. “Mmm!” she said. “Yummy!”

I got up and got a towel out of the closet, wiping the rest of my cum off of her and throwing the towel in the laundry hamper. I helped her put her shirt and panties back on, and then we cuddled in close and went to sleep.

I had one hell of a trip ahead of me.

MOAR

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Here you go, my dear readers. Chapter three. I am already at work on chapter four, which should be up in short order.

CHAPTER 3: Affection

I woke up later that morning to find Ellie still asleep, having pulled all the covers off of me at some point during the night (morning). She was wrapped up in the covers like an enchilada, and I was, well, really cold. I exited our bedroom and opened up the wood stove, reaching over and getting a few logs from the cardboard box of logs. After putting these in, I took some newspaper and crumpled it up into a few paper balls, which I placed inside the stove as well. Finally, the fun part. I reached over and grabbed the matchbox, pulling out one of the matches. These were the strike-anywhere variety, so I decided to have a little fun. Instead of using the strike panel, I held up the match and gave the tip a good flick (this was back when I actually had fingernails). Instantly, the match ignited, and I held it up to one of the paper balls. Once this ignited, it was only a matter of time before I had a full-fledged fire burning in the stove.

After taking care of the fire, I went downstairs to fix myself some breakfast. However, when I got there, no one else was anywhere in sight. I spotted a note taped to the fridge, which said that my dad, my aunt, and my uncle had gone into town to do some shopping, and that I could look after Ellie for a few hours until they got back. A choir of angels sang in my head.

Anyway, I went back upstairs to wake Ellie, but she was no longer in her bed. I looked everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. I wasn’t worried, though. I knew that she was still here in the attic. So I exited the bedroom and went to take a look under the pile of sleeping bags on the couch. No luck. Finally, I searched the play structure in the corner, getting down on my knees to search all the possible hiding places. Just when I thought she really hadvanished, I looked up, and she was standing at the top of the slide, wearing only her panties! “Ellie, what are you—” was all I managed to get out, before she slid down the slide, her crotch slamming into my face and knocking me backwards. I landed on the floor with Ellie sitting on my face. She smelled especially good this morning.

I managed to get her off my face, and finished my previous thought, “—doing?!”

“Silly Mattie,” she said, “I’m saying ‘Good Morning!’” She moved over and lied down on top of me, our faces just inches away from each other. That’s one way to say ‘good morning,’ I thought to myself.

“Anyways,” I began, “my daddy and your mommy and daddy went into town for some shopping, and won’t be back for a few hours.” Her face lit up. “So why don’t you get dressed and we can play.”

Ellie put on a fake-annoyed expression. “Do I have to get dressed?” she moaned, puffing up her cheeks.

“…Fine,” I sighed, “you can stay like that until they get home.” Ellie squealed with delight and wrapped her arms around my head, planting a big, wet kiss on my mouth. I returned the kiss for a few seconds, then lifted her off of me and carried her over to the stove, where the fire was burning fiercely by now. I sat down in front of it and set her down in my lap, letting the fire warm us up. Ellie, however, was apparently not satisfied.

“Mattie,” she said, “I’m still kinda cold.” She looked the part, too, with her teeth chattering ever so slightly. I had an idea, and got up, getting two of the many sleping bags from the massive pile on the couch. I gave one to Ellie, and said, “Here. Just slip into this and you’ll be nice and warm.” We climbed into our sleeping bags and wiggled over to each other, lying on the floor in front of the fire.

However, Ellie didn’t like this either. “I liked it better when you were holding me like before,” she said. Another flash of insight struck me, and I told her to climb out of her sleeping bag and climb into mine. I wasn’t sure whether or not she would fit, but her thin and smooth body made it easy. Now, we were lying face-to-face inside one sleeping bag, warmed by both the fire and each other’s body heat. I was beginning to get a hard-on, and Ellie apparently noticed this, as she giggled and said, “Hee hee, your thingie is angry again!”

“So it is,” I replied.

“Can I play with it?” she asked, with the cutest puppy dog eyes.

I couldn’t resist that face. “Sure,” I said, as I removed one of my arms from around Ellie and reached down to unzip my pants and pull them and my boxers down, freeing my dick. I then took one of Ellie’s hands in my own and guided it to my dick, her delicate fingers closing around its length. “Have fun,” I told her.

With this, she looked up at me with a curious expression on her face. “Once, I came out of the bathroom and saw my daddy and my mommy kissing in the bed, and then he took his thingie and put it down here,” she said, pointing to her slit. “Then, mommy started to shout, and it looked like she was having lots of fun. It was dark, though, so they didn’t see me, but I always wanted to try that. Can we?”

I looked at her with a serious expression on my face. “Ellie,” I told her, “you and me, we can’t do that, not yet at least. You might get hurt.” She looked disappointed. “Buuuuut,” I continued, “we can do something that’s almost the same. What do you say, Ellie?”

Ellie became excited. “Yay!” she exclaimed.

“But first,” I said, “we need to get out of this sleeping bag. It’ll feel a lot better if we have more room to move around.” Ellie eased her way out, and I then climbed out as well. We moved over to the couch and sat down. “Alright, Ellie. ‘Down there’ isn’t ready yet, but we can use your mouth instead. Remember last night, how that yummy creamy stuff came out? Well, if you put it in your mouth and suck on it, then more of it will come out.” She looked really happy. “First, you need to get on the floor,” I said, as she got off the couch and knelt down so that my dick was at her eye level. “Take it in your hand,” I told her, “and start by kissing it.”

She tenderly took it in her hands, and moved forward so that my dick was an inch away from her mouth. Hesitantly, she leaned forward, her lips coming to rest on the head of my dick. She stayed like that for a few seconds, and then opened her mouth ever so slightly, letting just the head slip in. She then licked the head with her tongue, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. “You’re doing a great job, Ellie,” I encouraged her. Satisfied that she was doing something right, she opened her mouth some more, and the rest of my dick started sliding in. After about three inches were in, she started to gag a bit, and I quickly pulled my dick out.

“Are you okay?” I asked, stroking her hair.

She finished coughing and looked up at me with a worried expression on her face. “I’m sorry Mattie, did I mess up?”

I knelt down in front of her and kissed her on the lips, holding her close to me. “No, Ellie, you didn’t mess up. You were doing really well,” I said, enjoying the feeling of her warm skin on my hands.

“Then, can I try again?” she asked.

“Alright,” I replied. “Let’s try again.” I sat down on the floor with my back resting on the front of the couch, and Ellie crawled up between my legs. “I won’t mess up this time,” she said, putting her dick in my mouth. She moved her head down until almost my entire dick was in. “Mmw whht?” she said, her mouth filled with my dick.

“Now what?” I asked. “Now, move your head up and down slowly.” When I said this, she gradually raised her head until only the tip of my dick was in her mouth. She then lowered her head, once again engulfing my entire dick with slippery warmth. While she was doing this, I said, “Now, use your tongue. Just lick it as if it were a popsicle.” She complied, licking around my dick with her tongue as she moved her head up and down. Oh my God, I thought. I’m getting the best blowjob of my entire life, and from an eight-year-old no less! I gave a sigh of pleasure and leaned back, letting Ellie continue blowing me. I could feel the pressure building up in my balls, and I warned Ellie what was coming. “Ellie,” I began, “in a few seconds, that creamy stuff is going to shoot out again. Just be ready.” She nodded, and continued licking and sucking on my dick. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I blew the most massive load of my entire life into her mouth. There was so much of it that it started to leak out the sides.

She pulled her mouth away with a pop sound, and swallowed my entire load, licking around her lips to get any excess cum. “Ellie,” I said, exhausted, “that was incredible.”

>putting my dick in her mouth

That was a close one.

I present to you, Chapter 4.

CHAPTER 4: Bathtime

After cleaning her off, I sat down next to her on the couch, hugging her close and stroking her hair. She seemed to like this, as she made a noise similar to a purr and rubbed her head against my chest. I bent my head forward and sniffed her hair. Her usual scent was there, but all that activity had made her (both of us, actually) a bit sweaty. I kissed her neck, saying, “Ellie, you need to take a shower before everyone gets home.”

She looked up at me, looking somewhat displeased. “No!” she shouted. “I don’t wanna take a shower!”

I had an idea. “Well then,” I replied, “how ‘bout…a bubble bath?”

Her face lit up. “Oh boy, a bubble bath!” she exclaimed with excitement. She ran downstairs with surprising speed, leaving me to come down as well. When I got to the master bathroom (there wasn’t a bathtub in the other bathroom), Ellie was standing in front of the tub, holding the bottle of bubble bath liquid in her hand. “Come on, Mattie!” she said. “Let’s get the water going!” I reached in and twisted the knob, starting the flow of water. Ellie jumped up and down in excitement, and handed me the bottle. After a few minutes, the tub was filled to the right depth, and I opened the bottle and squirted some of the bubble liquid in.

She was about to climb in when I stopped her, saying, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” She followed my gaze and realized that she was still wearing her panties, which were soaked with her juices. She reached down to take them off, but I grabbed the waistband with my thumbs and eased them down. She stepped out of them and threw them into the laundry hamper, climbing into the tub. She splashed around for a few seconds, but turned to me and said, “Aren’t you gonna come in too?” I took off my clothes as well, revealing my dick, which was already quite hard. Ellie’s face lit up upon seeing it, and I climbed into the tub. Ellie quickly crawled over and sat down on my lap, my dick sticking out between her legs.

I grabbed the shampoo and squirted some in her hair, lathering it up as I massaged her scalp. It must have felt good, because she let out a sigh and relaxed, leaning back into me. After thoroughly shampooing her hair, I told her to duck her head under the water and rinse the shampoo out. She did this, and after she was done, she moved closer and planted a kiss on my dick, which instantly made it a bit harder. She then pulled up out of the water and turned towards me. I reached over and got the bar of soap, rubbing it all over her chest and belly. I moved it over her nipples, hardening them as I soaped her up. I replaced the soap and rubbed my hands all over her, lathering her up. As I moved my hands over her nipples, I gently pinched them and rolled them between my fingers, which caused her to let out little squeals of pleasure. I then moved my hands away and grabbed the detachable showerhead, spraying it over her and rinsing away the soap. Casually, I aimed the spray of water at her slit, which caused her to yelp and turn red. As I replaced the showerhead, Ellie looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, asking, “A-aren’t you going to wash me down there?”

“Silly me,” I fibbed, “I almost forgot.” I reached for the bar of soap again, rubbing it over her slit. Once she was covered with soap between her legs, I put the bar back and moved my hand to her slit, rubbing it to work up lather. I parted her lips and rubbed her pink entrance with my ring finger, slowly inserting it into her hole. “Can’t forget to wash all the way up in here too,” I exclaimed, moving my finger in and out. Ellie’s breathing became ragged, and she reached down and grabbed my hand, shoving my finger further up her hole. My finger was enveloped by squishy warmth, and I pressed it against the top of her entrance, making her scream in pleasure. Suddenly, though, I pulled my finger out, causing Ellie to moan with lust as I moved my hand farther away…and grabbed the showerhead again, twisting the dial on the face to “massage,” which caused the water to shoot out in a thin, concentrated, pulsating jet. I played the jet over her slit, aiming it directly at her clitoris. As the water continued to pound her tiny button, she began to pant with excitement, coming closer and closer to orgasm. Right as it looked like she was about to come, I turned off the jet, which made Ellie squeeze my balls out of desire. I then moved the showerhead so that it was directly up against her slit, and turned on the flow of water, the pulsating jet filling her up as it pounded the walls of her vagina. Ellie started panting rapidly, and I turned the strength to its highest setting. This was enough to make her orgasm, and she grabbed onto me and held on for dear life as the water continued pounding her while her orgasm echoed through her.

After she settled down, I turned off the water and let it drain out, picking up Ellie and standing her up on the mat outside of the tub. Her massive orgasm had left her as weak as a kitten, and she collapsed to the floor, her face a mask of leftover pleasure. I sat down in front of her and lifted her onto my lap, grabbing a towel and drying her off. I left her in the bathroom and went up to get a change of clothes. When I came back down, Ellie was wearing a towel and was sitting on the living room couch, eagerly awaiting my return. I sat down next to her and held her tightly, saying, “You’re the best Christmas present anyone could ever ask for.”

End of Chapter 4

OGOD MOAR PLZ
CAME BUCKETS.

My week has sucked, and though I am one of the most creative women in America when it comes to masturbation, I've had a hard time all week getting off. But after reading this, I went into the shower, closed my eyes and acted it out, and came so hard I screamed for the first time in two months.

You have won my portion of the internets.

>>3779
It's nice to know that I can make a difference in people's lives ;)

This is amazing

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Great story so far, and the fact that you watch Code Geass and have a PSP makes you the coolest author on here. Hell, I just watched a rerun before coming on.

>>3783
You won't believe this: guess what game I was playing in the first chapter?

Code Geass: Lost Colors.

BTW, is Skies of Damocles the second-to-last episode of R2? Because if so, then the only one left on Adult Swim is "Re;".

(Which is an extremely clever play on words, as "rei" is one way of saying "zero" in Japanese. The Zero Requiem, and Suzaku becoming the next Zero, means that a new era of Zero (and possibly the Black Knights) will begin - much as a semicolon is placed at the end of one sentence/clause and allows for a new sentence/clause to be written). Clever, Sunrise. Very clever.

please post moar

Moar it is, then.

CHAPTER 5: Complications

After a long day of fun and games with the rest of the family, it was time for Ellie to go to bed. The rest of us stayed up later, and I worked on a jigsaw puzzle with Aunt Karen and discussed Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy with Uncle Ron. About an hour or so later, everyone else left to get ready for bed, but I stayed up, sitting in the living room couch and reflecting back on the recent events. I’d gotten a blowjob from my own cousin, we’d bathed together, and I even fingerfucked her tight little pussy! Before I came on this trip, I’d had no idea that things were going to turn out this way.

I broke out of my reflecting and looked over at the clock. The time was 10:34 PM. I figured I’d better get to bed. After going upstairs, I checked the wood stove to make sure the fire was still going. It wasn’t, so I put some logs and paper in and started a new fire. Once I made sure it was going strong, I got up and went over to the bedroom. But Ellie wasn’t there. I checked in all the places where I thought she would be hiding, but I couldn’t find her. At that point, I gave up and decided that she’d show up sooner or later. I took off my pants in order to change into my PJ pants, but the moment my pants hit the ground, I felt something grab me around the ankle, pulling me off balance. As I fell to the floor, I landed face-down, and the wind was knocked out of me. Then, I felt something crawl out from under the bed and lay itself on my back. Ellie, I thought. What’s she got up her sleeve this time?

Wait…sleeve…holy crap, she was completely naked! “Ellie, what are you doing?!” I asked in a whisper, as that was all I could managed with the wind knocked out of me.

Ellie managed to roll me over so that I was on my back, and slid up so that she was straddling my crotch. “Hey, Mattie, remember what I told you earlier today about the thing my mommy and daddy were doing?” Uh-oh, I thought. “And remember how you said I wasn’t old enough?”

“That’s right,” I said. “You’re not.”

Ellie puffed up her cheeks, reaching into my boxers and grabbing my dick, which was extremely erect at this point. “I am TOO old enough!” she exclaimed. “And anyways, it doesn’t matter! Why do you care whether or not I’m ‘old enough?’ You love me, right? So why should it matter?” Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes, and I pulled her to me and held her tight as she broke into tears. I hadn’t been expecting things to come to this. She’d probably hate me forever if I denied her at this point.

“Ellie,” I said, lifting her up and drying her tears. “The only reason I said ‘no’ before was because the thing your mommy and daddy were doing, it would have hurt a lot because you’re so young. I just didn’t want to hurt you. But if you really want to go through with this, then I won’t stop you. Just be warned, I might not be able to stop if you change your mind halfway through. Do you still want to do this?” Ellie nodded her head. “Are you absolutely sure?” Nod. “Alright then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I moved Ellie off of me and stood up, carrying her to the bed and setting her down on her back. I took off my boxers and threw them on the ground, climbing onto the bed and kneeling in front of her. “If you don’t want to do this, then now’s your last chance to say so,” I said. Ellie only nodded and strained her hands toward my dick. “Alright, then…”

I moved forwards a bit until my dick was touching her slit, but decided that it would be less painful if I loosened her up a bit first. I reached down and stuck the tip of my finger into her entrance, slowly sliding it in and out. “What are you—” Ellie began, but I cut her off, saying, “If I don’t loosen you up first, then there’s no way that this (I indicated my dick) is going to fit. Just be patient and let me take care of you.” I pushed my finger in deeper, moving it around in a circular motion to press against the walls of her pussy. After a few minutes, I withdrew my finger and put two fingers at her slit this time, pushing them in with excruciating slowness. Ellie seized up and let out a sharp gasp, but I continued pushing my fingers in until they were in all the way to the first knuckle. I began wiggling the tips of my fingers, slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed and size of movement with time. This made Ellie squirm and whimper, but I held her down with my hand on her chest.

Just when it seemed as though she couldn’t take any more of this, I withdrew my fingers and once again positioned my dick at her entrance. “Ready?” I asked. Ellie looked up at me with a determined expression and nodded. I began pressing in ever so slightly, my dick parting her pussy lips as it struggled to enter her hole. Ellie’s probably going to be sore for quite a while after this, I thought, as I increased the pressure, my dick beginning to enter her tiny hole. Ellie gasped and grabbed the covers of the bed, holding on for dear life as I continued gradually increasing the pressure, and, finally, the head of my dick vanished into her pussy. Ellie cried out sharply as her hymen was broken, but I moved in and planted my lips over hers in order to silence her. “Try to keep it down, Ellie. Otherwise, someone might hear us and come up here. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” She shook her head. “Alright then, here I go.” I pushed in even harder, my dick moving deeper and deeper into her pussy, albeit very slowly. After about three inches were in, I felt my dick touch something: her cervix. Damn, I thought, she really is tiny! “Ellie,” I began, “If you want, we can stop now.” She shook her head vigorously. “Okay, as long as you’re sure. But just be careful, the next part is going to hurt even more. If you really want to continue, then just say so.”

She only looked up at me and said, “Please…I don’t want you to stop. Keep going.” Hearing this, I withdrew my dick so that the tip was almost all the way out, then thrust it back in, ramming her cervix with considerable force. Ellie let out a sharp gasp, and I pulled back and rammed her cervix again, eliciting another gasp. This time, however, I didn’t pull back, and continued applying more and more pressure on her cervix, feeling it start to give way. Finally, I gave one last push, and my dick penetrated her cervix at the moment I came, flooding her womb and her vagina with my cum. I looked down at Ellie, who was quivering with the pleasure of her own painful orgasm. I reached down and picked her up, my dick still in her pussy, and held her tightly, letting the pleasure wash over us. Ellie leaned her head on my shoulder, and whispered, “Thanks, Mattie.” I gave her a kiss on the lips and laid us both down on the bed, barely managing to get the covers over us before we both fell asleep.

...really..?

>>3796
Well, it wasn't quite that intense, but yes, I did stick it in her vagoo.

Remember, I said in my first post that this is based on true events. It did not play out exactly like this, word-for-word, but it is fairly accurate.

I think getting into the cervix would hurt too much. But great story. MOAR

So now you've got me interested on the REAL facts. So, how did it play out when you stuck it in? Did you end up gently fucking her, or did she want it out?

>>3712
"putting her dick in my mouth."

>>3799
really i want to know actual facts and the after story

>>3816
Basically, I slid the tip in, then moved it in reeeeally slowly until it couldn't go in any farther. Then we just stayed like that until she wanted to keep going, which was about five minutes. But I did cum inside of her.

>>3832
If you notice, I noted and fixed that error in the very next post.

>>3713
Freudian slip, perhaps?

>>3855
Hardy fucking har.

>>3784
Hmm, I haven't gotten around to trying it, since it hasn't been translated and brought over yet. Is it worth the money to import if I can't speak Japanese?

Anyway, yeah, there is only one episode left, and nice job noticing that wordplay, I didn't see it until now.

>>3861
Fuck yeah it's worth the money! I mean, it's essentially a tweaked visual-novel game, but the plot makes it worthwhile. And heck, if all else fails, you could just download the ISO if you have custom firmware...

*the scene when Lelouch declares himself Emperor of Britannia*

Woman: I will never acknowledge this murderer! Guards! Seize him!!

*All of a sudden, you hear "You spin me right round baby right round..." start playing through the loudspeakers*

Everyone except Lelouch: What the--

*Suzaku descends from the ceiling and breaks the soldiers' spears with a spin kick...then spin kicks everyone in the audience*

Man, if somebody made a Code Geass parody of that scene, or just a montage of Suzaku Spinzaku-ing random people (to the tune of that song, of course), that would be epic.

fuck update

Is there more???

>>4127
>>4057

Yes, there's more, but I just got finished with finals, so I've been catching up on some much-needed sleep. But trust me, there is an update (or two) just around the corner.

Good news, fellow /elit/e, I have another update! Enjoy!

CHAPTER 6: Hot/Cold

Finally, it was here. Today was Christmas Eve (Day), and everyone, especially Ellie, was excited for tomorrow. There was a definite sense of anticipation in the air, and Ellie and I spent all morning talking about what everybody was going to get for Christmas.

Around lunchtime, Karen gathered everybody in the living room for a special announcement: we were all going to drive down to the dock and spend the afternoon canoeing! Oh, great, I thought to myself. Just what I need, to spend a few hours sitting in a boat in the middle of the ice-cold water doing nothing but paddle around. Oh well.

We all piled in the camper and began the looooooong drive of Longcat proportions out to some dock whose name I cannot recall. Anyways, once we got there, it took about twenty minutes to get all the equipment out of the van and the canoes off the roof. We carried the canoes down to the dock, where we donned our life vests and grabbed our oars. Ron (my uncle) had brought along his kayak, so it would be Karen and my dad in one canoe, Ron in the kayak, and Ellie and me in the second canoe.

I climbed into the canoe, and held out my arms to help Ellie climb in as well. Normally, I would have elected to ride in a canoe with my dad and for Karen and Ron to go in the other one, but since I had my share of experience in terms of canoeing, I felt that I could handle being “in charge” of Ellie by myself. After everyone was situated, we all pushed off, with Ron – being the outdoorsman that he is, although you wouldn’t know it by looking at him – immediately taking the lead in his canoe. There he goes, I said to myself. However, he turned around a ways out, beckoning for all of us to follow him. I took my oar and paddled over to Ron’s location (with Ellie helping out a little), and that was when I saw quite an amazing sight: an entire sandbar literally covered in seals. There were so many of them that you couldn’t see any sand except at the very edges. My face lit up at the cuteness, and I noticed Ellie utter a small squeal of delight. I looked down at her, and patted her on the head as if to say, Sorry, but we can’t take one home. Ellie looked up at me with a disappointed expression, as if to say, Oh, darn!

Anyway, we turned in the other direction, and paddled over to the bridge under which we would cross in order to reach our main destination. When we got close, Ellie let out a gasp, which made me turn and ask, “What’s the matter?” Ellie only smiled gleefully, like she did when she saw the seals, and pointed over to the base of the bridge pylons. There, even greater in number and density than the seals, covering the concrete platforms at the pylons’ bases, was an entire family, maybe two, of sea lions. This day is just getting better and better, I thought to myself.

After spending twenty-plus minutes gendering at the sea lions, we continued to paddle out until we came to a stop in the middle of a large lake. All this paddling had made us all somewhat worn out, and Ellie moved closer to me so that we could share each other’s body heat – which brought my attention to how cold it was. My teeth started chattering. Curse you, power of suggestion, I thought. However, as Ellie was hugging me, we heard a noise – probably the call of some bird – from the banks of the lake. This gave Ellie a serious fright, startling her enough that she caused the canoe to tip ever so slightly. I had my feet planted firm on the floor of the canoe, but Ellie wasn’t so lucky. She twirled her arms, but that didn’t stop her from falling overboard into the ice-cold lake.

At this point, instinct kicked in, and I reached my hand out fast enough to catch Ellie’s arm before she fell to far. My current position didn’t leave me with much leverage, so it took a lot of effort to pull her up without tipping the canoe completely. After getting Ellie back into the canoe, I called over to Ron and told him that I was going to take Ellie back to the van. He nodded, and tossed me the van’s keys (which I barely managed to catch) before returning to converse with my dad and uncle. I hurriedly paddled back to the point from which we pushed off, and picked up Ellie, setting her on the dock as I pulled the canoe out of the water and unclipped both our life vests. Ellie was shivering quite a bit, and I knew that I only had so much time until hypothermia set in. I knelt down in front of Ellie and motioned for her to climb on, standing up once she had a firm grip and giving her a piggyback ride to the van. With one hand, I reached into my pocket and grabbed the keys, opening the door to the van and climbing inside, shutting the door after me.

I set Ellie down on the wide back seat (that’s the great thing about cambers, they’re really roomy), and went over to the cabinet to get out the thermos of hot chocolate that Karen had prepared before we left. It was still really hot, so I let it cool off a bit while I returned to Ellie to warm her up. However, she was still shivering quite a bit, so I grabbed Ellie’s soaking wet shirt and pulled it off, proceeding to remove her sweatpants as well. Even her panties were soaked, so I moved Ellie so that she was lying down, then proceeded to remove her panties, tossing them off in a corner with the rest of her wet clothes. I realized that my clothes were also quite wet, so I took them off as well, putting them in the same pile as Ellie’s. I remembered that we’d packed a box of clothes to change into in case this happened, but then I realized that I’d left it at home. Thinking fast, I grabbed all of our clothes and laid them out in front of the heater, turning it on full blast to dry the clothes and to warm us up. We huddled together, both her and my teeth chattering as we let the heat blast against us.

However, all this contact was making my dick hard. Ellie felt my dick press against her belly, and she hugged me even tighter. I moved my hands down to her butt cheeks, giving them a playful squeeze. The others probably wouldn’t be coming back for another hour, as the lake we had come to explore was rather large. I picked up Ellie and lifted her over the back of the seat, setting her down on the camber’s bed. For some reason, they always kept this thing made, for which I was grateful as I climbed over as well, taking our clothes with me and setting them in front of the camper’s rear heater. I lifted the covers and climbed in behind Ellie, spooning with her to warm her up as quickly as possible.

We laid there like that for a few minutes, soaking in each other’s warmth, when Ellie suddenly shifted a little and reached behind her, her hand searching for my dick. I took her hand in mine and guided it to my member, Ellie’s hand wrapping tightly around it. She was still quite cold, and her hand was no exception. The coldness on my dick caused it to harden even more. Ellie giggled a little, moving her hand back and forth along its length. However, she grew tired of this, her hand returning to her front as she huddled in as close to me as she could. This left my dick resting right in between her cute little butt cheeks.

Ellie must have noticed this, or maybe it was unintentional, but, either way, she began to move up and down, rubbing her ass along the length of my dick. It was probably just an attempt to generate heat from friction, but I didn’t care, as her rubbing felt really good on my dick. As she moved, my dick gradually moved downwards, until the head was resting right at the edge of her butt hole. All of a sudden, she moved in such a way that her butt cleared my dick entirely, and when she came back down she “landed” (even though we were lying down) directly on my dick, the unfamiliar feeling of my dick pressing against her hole causing her to jump a little. Even though just the tip of my dick was pushing against her hole, I could feel how tight it was, my dick itching to push its way in.

Ellie turned to me with a curious expression on her face. “If you stick it in there, will it hurt as much as when you stuck it in here?” she asked, pointing to her slit.

“Probably not, but do you really want to take that chance?” I responded.

“Well…” she began, “your thing feels really warm, and I thought that maybe it would warm me up if you stuck it in me.” Simple logic, but nonetheless effective.

“Are you sure?” I asked. She only nodded, her hand reaching behind her to grasp my dick and aim it as she gently lowered herself onto it. As she slid down its length, I marveled at how warm the inside of her ass was, my dick experiencing a feeling unlike any it had ever felt as it was engulfed by her ass. She shuddered a little as I entered her rear end, not sure what to make of something so big coming in that way. Somehow, my dick managed to fit in all the way, and we just remained like that, not moving, sharing in each other’s warmth.

Suddenly, though, Ellie started moving ever so slightly, my dick rubbing against the inside of her ass. Her breathing quickened, and she increased the speed of her movement, my dick moving in and out of her ass as she tried to “warm herself up.” I moved my hands to her chest and tenderly pinched her nipples, hardening them as we both came ever closer to orgasm. Hearing my breathing quicken as well, Ellie looked up at me and said, “Is that stuff gonna come out of your thingie again?” I looked at her and nodded, to which she nodded in return, continuing to move her ass along my dick. Man, this felt good, I thought to myself.

Finally, I couldn’t take any more of this, and held Ellie close to me as I blew my load inside of her ass, my cum filling her up. I reached over and turned the handle on the camper’s sink, picking Ellie off of me and positioning her in front of it. I grabbed the nozzle attached to the side of the faucet, pulling it out and holding the trigger. I directed the stream up her ass, washing out all of my cum. Once we were done, I grabbed our clothes (which were dry by now) and helped Ellie get dressed, doing the same for myself as we crawled back under the covers and fell asleep.

i thought you were a cool guy cuz you had a psp infact im reading and posting this on my psp but then you said you were waching codeass which counteracts the coolness of the psp and then you went on the name side not and that made you not cool. if you want to watch anime that is not bad watch FMA brotherhood, gurren laggen, any gundam from wing back. now im just gona sit back and watch the fanboys flame

putting her dick in my mouth

her dick

>>4168

Nice job spelling Gurren Lagann properly.

>>4168
no one cares what you think

>>4180
Again, see >>3713

>>4168
I've never much liked FMA.

Gundam doesn't appeal to me at all (since Knightmare Frames are just that much cooler).

And besides, you aren't the sole person who decides what is and isn't "cool." Maybe my personal preferences aren't exactly the same as yours, but so what? Live with it. If you think I'm so "uncool," then maybe my writing is "uncool" as well? Maybe the "cool" thing to do would be to stop writing altogether? Well too bad. If you think I'm "uncool," then there's nothing forcing you to read my story.

There. I've said my piece.

bump

"looooooong drive of Longcat proportions out" FUCK YOU OP. stories shouldn't contain memes.

"grabbed our oars" canoes use paddles

>>4705
There exists nothing else that can describe the length of the drive. Besides, is that a widely-accepted rule, or just one of your own personal beliefs? Think about that the next time you want to criticize something that has little to no impact on the story.

>>4706
WRONG. Oars have one "blade" with a T-grip at the opposite end. Paddles have blades at either end. Do a Google Image search for them and you will see the difference.

>>4751
I use a canoe a lot, they use paddles, oars are for row boat.

I loved the update, but the mistakes made my brain hurt. I'm going to keep reading though, but please don't meme in /elit/.

>>4751
and the no meme is a widly accepted thing, this is /elit/ not /b/ don't turn it into /b/ also it just ruins the story

Dude, if you don't like the man's story I'll give you a full refund myself. 9_9 Did it seriously take a triple post just to complain? To the OP I say: put a meme in every other paragraph just to tick this guy off. XD

tl;dr - less yap, more fap.

>>4768
>>4769
>>4777
I apologize for this. I will be sure to keep that in mind in the future.

Also, I got banned on my other computer for using the gerund forms of the words "sleep" and "seep," as they contained a certain word that is now taboo on 7chan (and for good reason too -- it seems like every other post on /b/ is "SHE **** /B/).

This is the update that ended up not being posted as I had previously thought (due to the reasons in my previous post)...so here it is -- an update SO FUCKING EPIC that it has to be broken down into MULTIPLE PARTS.

CHAPTER 7: Presents

The sounds of birds chirping outside the bedroom window and of large amounts of snow falling off the tree branches roused me from my slumber. “Oh, it’s morning…” I remarked to myself. “Ah, but maybe just a few more minutes of sleep…” I looked over next to me and saw Ellie, still sound asleep.

…Or maybe not, as no sooner had I closed my eyes than I felt something heavy land on me, negating any efforts to fall asleep again. Now fully awake, I sat up and saw Ellie straddling my crotch, wearing only her panties. She had a huge grin on her face, and she was giggling like crazy. “Come on, Mattie, come ON!” she shouted, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a huge hug. “Wake up! It’s CHRISTMAS!!!” That’s right, I thought to myself, it’s Christmas morning. My dick was rock-hard at this moment, and, as much as I needed release, it was fucking CHRISTMAS. Even though I was 17 at the time, Christmas still excited me as much as it did when I was 7.

I pried Ellie off of me and got up, slipping my sweatpants on (I had slept in my boxers) and heading for the door, only to have Ellie come up behind me and leap at me, latching onto my shoulders and not letting go. “I won’t be able to go down the stairs if you keep holding onto me like that, you know,” I said to Ellie. She only puffed out her cheeks and said, “Giddyup, horsie!” before letting go with one hand to give me a playful slap on the butt.

“Hm? What was that?” I asked in a mischievous tone of voice. “You know, naughty little girls have to be punished for that! Buuuut, since it’s Christmas, I’ll delay your punishment until later,” I said, prying her off of me and hurrying ahead down the stairs. “You better watch out!” I called after her.

When I reached the living room, all the adults were already there. “Where’s Ellie?” Karen piped up. “Wasn’t she with you?” I contemplated what she said, realizing that, as eager as she is she should be down here by now.

I didn’t have long to wait, however, as I heard the sound of feet from behind me, and before I could react Ellie jumped on my shoulders like she had done moments before. This time, though, I was caught completely off-guard, and was helpless to fight back as Ellie’s momentum knocked me to the floor. As I impacted the floor, I felt something sharp dig into my chest, which only added to the feeling of having the wind knocked out of me.

I cried out in pain, causing Ellie to gasp and quickly get off of me. Now free of the weight on my back, I slowly raised myself up, whereupon I noticed two things: firstly, the pain from landing on whatever it was that I landed on wasn’t going away, and second, my shirt was torn at the point of contact, along with a steady stream of blood slowly trickling down my chest and soaking into my shirt. I looked down and saw what it was that had injured me: one of those colorful wooden blocks that everyone has as a kid. The one in question was shaped like a right triangle and had blood on the right angle – the part that injured me. My hand flew to the injury, applying pressure in an effort to stop the bleeding. I limped towards the stairs and began the climb to my room.

I heard Ellie start to get up and follow me, but my uncle Ron assured her that I would be okay and that I just needed some alone time to recover. My dad backed him up on that, saying something along the lines of (I was almost to the top at this point, so I couldn’t hear the whole thing) “I know him really well, and he’s not the kind of guy who’d let something like this sideline him.”

Anyway, I reached my room, and staggered over to the bed, but even lying down exerted an enormous strain on me. I just lied there, and, while the bleeding had stopped, the pain wasn’t going away. I guess I’ll have to wait until later to open my present…or presents…who knows? I thought to myself.

After a few minutes, or maybe it was a few hours, I heard footsteps approaching from the stairs, and Ellie came in and sat down on the bed next to me. “Are you okay?” she asked in a tender, almost motherly, voice. I shook my head weakly from side to side. Of course I wasn’t okay. “Does it still hurt?” she continued. I gave a weak nod.

To be honest, I didn’t have any idea that she did what she did then. She moved over so that she was straddling my crotch, and leaned in so that her face was inches away from mine. “Show me where it hurts,” she said authoritatively. I moved my hands to the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it off, completely exposing the wound. It didn’t look too serious, but it was still really red and was already starting to bruise. Ellie moved her head down to my chest, and began licking the injured area like a mother cat would do to its kittens. Her tongue was extremely warm, and every pass sent a wave of warmth throughout my entire body.

I don’t know if it was a placebo effect of sorts, or if there was some sort of scientific reason behind it, but the pain gradually lessened as Ellie continued licking the wound. I moved my arms around her and hugged her close as she kept licking away. After a while, she stopped licking and looked down at my face. “Any better?” she asked. “Much better,” I replied. “Thank you.” Ellie’s face lit up and she gave a wide grin, before moving her arms under my back and giving me a big hug.

I eased backwards so that I was propped up against the headboard of the bed. “Are you ready for your presents?” I asked Ellie. She nodded enthusiastically. “Alright, then…” I moved my hands to her shirt and lifted it off, laying it on the floor. “Lean back,” I told her. She nodded, and rocked backwards on her butt so that she was lying on my outstretched legs, with her legs spread apart and up in the air. I grasped the waistband of her shorts, and removed those as well, followed by her panties. Ellie looked excited and reached for the waistband of my sweatpants, but I grabbed her wrist, saying, “Not this time, Ellie. I’m just going to make you feel really good, alright?” She nodded. “Then I’m going to need you to get up for a second. She lifted herself off of me, and I eased back a little more, so that I was sitting fully upright, my back against the headboard. “Alright, now turn around and sit in my lap,” I said. She did this without hesitation, and I moved in to kiss her neck as I moved my hands to her chest, grasping her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. I pinched them and rolled them between my fingers, causing them to harden. Ellie’s breathing became heavy, and I could feel her body heat up. With my left hand, I then proceeded to trace small circles around each nipple, alternately tightening and expanding the circle as I continued. With my right hand, I traced a wavy curlicue path down her torso, stopping at a point just above her slit. At this point, I moved my finger back and forth, passing mere centimeters above her clit each time.

I could feel Ellie release her muscles and relax into me, letting me continue what I was doing. After a while, I stopped doing this, and moved my right hand to her mouth. I extended my index finger and lightly traced it over her lips. She moved her head forward and closed her mouth around my finger, sucking on it and moving her tongue all around it as I slowly moved my left hand down towards her slit. I rubbed the fingers of my left hand up and down her slit, brushing her clitoris each time. Ellie responded to this with a noticeable increase in the intensity of her sucking on my finger. I could feel Ellie’s juices start to flow as I continued rubbing her slit.

Finally, I stopped rubbing her slit, and positioned my left middle finger at the entrance to her vagina. Gradually, I eased my finger in, causing Ellie to jump a bit and move her hands to my left hand, pushing my finger further up her hole. I then began moving my finger in and out, which made Ellie emit small moans of pleasure. After a few minutes, I pulled my ring finger out, and spread her hole as much as I could without hurting her, using my middle and index fingers. When I felt Ellie tense up, I stopped spreading her, and positioned both my ring and middle fingers at her entrance. Once again, I pushed my fingers into her hole, feeling the increased tightness exerted by her vagina on my fingers.

This time, however, instead of moving my fingers in and out, I began pulling up ever so slightly, pressing against the roof of her vagina in short pulses. This had a noticeable effect on her, as she gasped and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, holding on as tightly as she could. I gradually increased the pressure I applied with my fingers, causing her juices to flow more with increased intensity. Ellie’s breathing became more and more ragged as she approached orgasm, and she grabbed my hand with hers and pushed as hard as she could, forcing my fingers as deep as they could go into her hole. This action pushed her over the edge, and she let out a small cry as she finally orgasmed, her juices practically gushing out.

I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and her slit, and pushed her against the bed, moving my head down to her slit. I then spread her pussy lips with the thumbs of each hand, and proceeded to lick and suck her slit, drinking up her juices as they continued to flow. I flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit, causing her to gasp and press my head against her slit, holding it there with her hands while wrapping her thighs around it as well. After having sucked out enough of her juices to the point that they stopped flowing, I pushed her legs apart to free my head. I then grabbed her panties and shorts, sliding them up her legs, and put her shirt back on. I decided to put my own shirt on as well, and right as I finished, Ellie collapsed against me from the exertion of our activity. I slid back down so that I was once again lying on my back, and pulled the covers over us as Ellie nodded off into sleep. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching from the stairs, and Karen entered the bedroom.

“Aww, isn’t that sweet,” she said, looking at Ellie asleep in my arms. “Hey, Matt,” she began, “your dad and Ron and I are going to go over to a friend’s house to go for a Christmas morning stroll. We should be back in a few hours. Is that alright with you?”

“That’s just fine,” I replied. To this, Karen left the room and descended the stairs. A few seconds later, I heard muffled voices from downstairs, followed by the opening and closing of the front door. Yesssss, I thought to myself.

After about half an hour, Ellie woke up, at which point I explained the situation with my dad and Ellie’s parents. “That means I have enough time to give you the rest of her presents,” I told her. Ellie’s face lit up at the thought of more presents, and she got up off the bed as I followed suit. “Come this way,” I said, and took Ellie’s hand in mine, leading her out into the main area of the attic.

I picked her up so that her head rested on my shoulder as I supported her butt with my arms. Once she was situated, I carried her down the stairs, the place where I had been injured no longer hurting. I brought her into the master bathroom, setting her down on her feet as I got ready to give her her next present. “Ellie, are you ready for me to give you another present?” I asked, to which she responded with an enthusiastic “Mm-hmm!” I told her to get undressed as I did so myself, stepping into the bathtub as she did the same. “Are we gonna take another bath together?” she asked enthusiastically. “Not exactly,” I responded. “Instead, you and I are going to take a shower together. Are you okay with that?”

Ellie looked disappointed for a moment, but quickly changed her attitude and replied with a nod of her head. I turned on the water, letting it heat up before I turned on the shower. I took the detachable showerhead and played the spray all over her body at the basic setting. After getting her hair wet, I replaced the showerhead and got the bottle of shampoo, squirting some into her hair and lathering it up as I massaged her scalp at the same time. Ellie let out a satisfied “Mmmmmm” sound, so I knew that what I was doing felt really good to her. Once the shampoo was in a lather, I took the showerhead again and rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, turning the dial on the showerhead to increase the pressure ever so slightly. After all the shampoo was out, I once again switched the showerhead to the “massage” setting, watching the water shoot out in short pulses. I aimed the jet at her right nipple, watching it harder under the water pressure. I then switched to her other nipple, hardening it as well.

Once her nipples were nice and hard, I replaced the showerhead and pulled Ellie up against the wall of the bath/shower, moving downward so that her nipples were at eye level. I then proceeded to lick them, switching back and forth between the two. After a minute of this, I started sucking on her nipples as well as licking them, causing Ellie to yelp out of pleasure. I continued doing this for a few minutes, as Ellie became hotter and hotter, and her breathing more and more ragged.

After this, I pulled my head away, and reached for the bar of soap, rubbing it all over Ellie’s body. Once I had worked up some lather, I once again got the showerhead and played it all over her, the pounding water jet washing the soap away as it massaged her body.

With her body nice and clean, I took the showerhead and moved it down towards her entrance. Ellie must have known what was coming, as she shifted a little and wrapped her arms around my neck to steady herself. I held the showerhead directly up against her clitoris, letting both the pulsing water jet and the vibrations of the showerhead itself pleasure her. This continued for another few minutes, with me simply holding the showerhead in place as Ellie approached orgasm. Just when I thought she was about to orgasm, I pulled the showerhead away, letting her settle for a few minutes before continuing. I repeated this for a while, but Ellie was becoming steadily angrier at me for not letting her come. “Come on,” she said, “just leave it there!” I had a specific plan in mind, though, and I continued the process of holding it up to her clit and moving it away, bringing her ever closer to orgasm without actually letting her come. “If I do this, it’ll feel a lot, and I mean A LOT, better when you DO come.”

Ellie looked at me with a curious expression on her face. “Come?” she asked. “What’s that?”

“You know how when you start to feel better and better, and then there’s that moment when it feels like you’re sort of melting?” I asked. She responded with a nod. “Well,” I continued, “the more I build you up without letting you come, the better you’ll feel when you finally come. Trust me, it’s worth it.” Her expression changed to one of almost profound understanding, and she said, “Okay!” before letting me resume what I was doing.

After building her up for a few more minutes, I turned off the shower and moved the showerhead down to Ellie’s hole, asking her, “Ready?” She nodded, and I pressed the showerhead firmly against her slit as I reached over and turned the dial to cold, but redirecting the flow of water to the bathtub faucet so that I could let it get cold beforehand. Once the water was sufficiently cold, I switched the shower back on, sending a pulsing jet of ice-cold water directly up Ellie’s hole. At that moment, Ellie finally reached orgasm, my efforts paying off as Ellie came harder than she ever had before. It was a good thing that we were the only ones around, as her pleasure caused her to scream extremely loudly.

Once her massive orgasm subsided, I turned off the shower and toweled us both off, getting a fresh pair of boxers for me and a fresh pair of panties for her to put on. She reached over and got one of those horseshoe-shaped hair bands to hold her hair in place. I then crouched down and let her climb onto my back, carrying her piggyback-style up the stairs.

I sat Ellie down on the papasan next to the cough (for those of you who don’t know, a papasan is a sort of bowl chair that consists of a wooden frame tied together with strips of some reed-like material, topped off with a soft circular cushion), and went over to one of the many drawers full of assorted miscellanea in the shelf. From this drawer, I got a pink marker, some white construction paper, a pair of scissors, a small jingle bell, and some tape. I found the last component in another drawer: a few old, tattered shoelaces. Using these items, I would make Ellie’s next present.

“Hey, Ellie,” I began, “remember earlier, how you were licking the boo-boo on my chest?” She nodded. “Well, the way you did that reminded me of the way a kitty licks itself.” She looked at me with a childish expression on her face, meowing and rubbing against me the way a cat would. “Like this?” she asked. “Yeah, like that,” I replied. “You know, no cat is really complete without little kitty ears and a kitty tail.” Ellie was beginning to catch on. “You mean…” she began.

I pulled out the supplies I had gathered earlier. At that point, it hit Ellie as to what I was going to do. “You’re gonna make me ears and a tail?” she asked excitedly. “That’s right, my little kitten,” I replied, stroking her hair and scratching her behind the ears. “Just wait, this’ll only take a few minutes. I’m going to need your hair band, though.” She pulled it off and handed it to me, and I set to work on Ellie’s third Christmas present.

Working with near superhuman efficiency, I folded and cut the construction paper into two resilient, compact triangle shapes, which I taped to her hair band. I colored the middle of each triangle using the pink marker, and, before you know it, I had finished the first part of her “costume.” Setting this aside, I got out the shoelaces, six in total, and tied them together in pairs so that I now had three double-length laces. I then tied these together at the base, and braided them together to form a tail of sorts. I stuck a safety pin through the base of the tail, and attached the bell to the seventh shoelace. With that, I was finally finished with Ellie’s present.

Looking at my watch, I noticed that only an hour had passed since the adults left, so I figured that I had plenty of time left for the next stage. I fixed the cat ears in Ellie’s hair, tied the bell loosely around her neck, and safety-pinned the tail to the waistband of her panties. Taking Ellie by the hand, I led her over to our bedroom, where she could look at herself in the mirror on the inside of our bedroom door. Upon seeing her reflection, she squealed in delight, latching onto me and giving me a huge hug and a kiss on the lips. I set her down, and got my cell phone out of my suitcase, accessing the phone’s camera function. “Ready, little kitten?” I asked. She responded affirmatively with a meow, and I told her to get on her knees and “just do a kitty pose.” She supported herself with one hand and brought the other hand in front of her face, as though she were about to bat at something. I snapped a few pictures, then showed her the next pose to do – essentially a downward-facing dog pose from yoga. With Ellie in this position, I snapped a few more photos, at which point she sort of took over. She then posed as though she were arching her back, and I snapped some more shots before she curled up as though the were taking a catnap. I snapped more photos of her, and she rolled over onto her back with her arms and legs up in the air, as though she was a kitten inviting a belly rub. I snapped yet more photos of her in this position, and then positioned her in the same way as her second pose, only this time her butt was facing me. I snapped the last few photos of her from this angle, from varying distances away.

After we were done with that little fashion show, we went downstairs and got our clothes that we had taken off before our shower, getting dressed so that I could snap a few photos of Ellie in her cat costume (with her clothes on), so that I would have something to show everyone when they returned.

Once I had done this, we went over to the couch. I sat down, and Ellie sat next to me, curling up in a cat-like manner and resting her head in my lap. Worn out from the morning’s activities, it didn’t take long before we both fell asleep.

Oh, and before anyone asks, that particular phone did not use an SD card, so I had no way of getting the photos onto a computer. Trust me--I've tried.

>>4784
>rest of her presents

should be "rest of your presents"

>>4787

you realise you just admitted on the internet to owning pictures of a naked little girl right? and this story is based off an event that happened? might have wanted to keep that to youself man...

He said she wasn't naked, man. And by this point I think he's already made the transition to fiction.

...*sigh*

I'm not even sure whether or not I should continue this anymore...

by the way (and this is 100% true), Ellie and Karen are coming to stay at my dad's place on August 15th. I am looking forward to this with great anticipation.


But who knows? Maybe I'll be back here, maybe not. Maybe you'll know it's me, and maybe you won't. But it has been a real pleasure writing for /elit/, and I hope to see you all again someday.

Sincerely,
Yomi

>>4804 I'm not even sure whether or not I should continue this anymore...

Please do.

>>4804
Please continue, also, not really good to reveal this stuff, but congrats on the awesome cousin thing.

"You’re gonna make me ears and a tail?” she asked excitedly. “That’s right, my little kitten,”" LOL

>>4813
Seconded.

>>4832
of course its a good thing to reveal this is the internet everything is accepted

>>4921
I meant like people who know him finding out, its cool he told us, but maybe not safe for him.

Also OP, show this story to your cousin.

>>3795
cervical penetration
>>4140
unlubed buttsex being "possibly less painful" than vaginal intercourse

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>>4945
how would you recognize him from that