Chapter 1

"Don't be scared, Donna. I'll stay here with you all night. The storm'll be over soon and they'll be back in the morning. Come on, kid, there's nothing to be worried about."

Donna Judge shifted her position on the bed, self-conscious of the way her swelling, fifteen-year-old breasts had been pressed disturbingly against her brother's side. They were alone in her bed, both parents gone for the night and a raging storm threatening to tear the house down around them. She was scared of the weather, but something else also bothered the sultry young blonde, a new kind of feeling that was beyond her comprehension.

Gerald had come in five minutes earlier, after a particularly terrifying flash of lightning had struck within a hundred yards of the wooden farmhouse. It was good that Gerald was taking a protective interest in her, but they had been so distant the last few years that it was hard for Donna to trust him.

Only two years separated brother and sister chronologically. Once they had been close, an intimacy born of lonely summers spent on the nearly isolated family farmstead. Very close, Donna thought, feeling her brother moving closer again. But once they had started high school, Gerald had dropped her like a hot potato, preferring the company of his new friends, male and especially female.

"Hey, you're stiff with fear," Gerald commented, wrapping a long muscular arm around Donna's dimpled, freckled shoulder. "If you don't stop trembling I'll squeeze your ugly little body, just like I used to do when we were kids."

"Don't you dare," Donna squealed as she half-heartedly tried to escape Gerald's powerful grip. "I'm not a child anymore, even if Mom and Dad don't know it. I'll bet your friends don't look at me that way. Come on, tell me what they say about me."

Gerald felt his face turned hard. It was an ill-timed question Donna had asked. Two days earlier he had been in a fistfight over his sister's honor. Boys were beginning to talk about the way she had matured, just as Donna suspected. Gerald could still not understand why he had been so infuriated by their remarks.

"Forget those assholes," he insisted in a voice whose tightness was camouflaged by the sounds of angry nature. "I'm not going to let you get fucked over by any of those creeps."

So saying, Gerald turned his sister's head with surprising gentleness and kissed Donna openly on the lips, his lips tasting the moist flesh before quickly withdrawing to his own narrow mouth. Donna again squirmed under the blanket but felt herself moving closer to her brother. Her body was tense and relaxed simultaneously, suffused with an unfamiliar hypnotizing warmth.

There was no longer any doubt in Donna's mind that her brother was using every excuse to get physical with her. It was as if he had planned the whole thing in advance, including the storm and their parents' absence, that he somehow wanted to fool around with her. But nothing had happened yet and Donna knew that any complaint would be met with a salvo of Gerald's biting sarcasm.

"Yeah, they talk about you, but they can't have you," Gerald muttered half to himself. "You're my sister, and I don't give a fuck how gorgeous they say you are."

Before Donna could digest that tantalizing hint she was surprised to feel her brother's hand moving down from her shoulders and then resting against her left tit. Gerald left his hand in that position, pretending that nothing had happened, that there was nothing unusual about their physical intimacy.

Donna could not help but be stimulated by her brother's touch. Gerald had become progressively more handsome over the past two years, had blossomed into a muscular, masculine, attractive young man. His grip was strong and soft at the same time, causing yet another shudder to pass through Donna's virginal body.

Soon the girl's pink nipple had turned hard and puckered from the feel of Gerald's exploring fingers. Only one other man had been that free with her body and that was an incident that Donna was more than willing to repress. Sensuality, particularly her own, was hard for the young girl to cope with, but it was somehow a lot less disturbing with her brother, the only man in the world she had always been able to trust.

"Does that feel good?" Gerald asked solicitously. "You seem a little more relaxed now. Come on, give me a little kiss, just to show you trust your brother. And stop sliding away from me before you fall on your ass on the floor."

Donna turned her head, glad that she couldn't see Gerald's face too clearly in the clouded moonlight. She wanted to kiss her handsome brother, no doubt about that. In less than ten minutes he had evoked all the frustration and excitement inherent in the mind and sensual body of a curious, adolescent virgin.

Gerald pressed his advantage immediately, placing his parted lips against his sister's mouth. This time he allowed himself to protrude his tongue between her thick, sensual lips, wanting desperately to resolve their painful situation. It was hard to formulate matters consciously, but Gerald knew that something important was going to happen that night, something that was likely to change their lives inexorably.

To his surprise, Donna made no attempt to resist Gerald's somewhat clumsy advances. It was hard for the lad to believe his good fortune. So many nights he had prowled outside her bedroom, unable to understand his feelings towards Donna, wondering how he could be aroused by his own sister, a girl he had never even thought of as a woman, even after the obvious flowering of her puberty.

Quickly he plunged his tongue deeper into Donna's yielding mouth, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her breath. Now Donna was meeting his tongue with her own, gasping slightly and pretty much giving up on getting away from him. Her body was pressed against Gerald's muscular torso and there was no place for the girl to escape to, nobody to guide or help her.

Gerald then renewed his assault on Donna's hard, firm young boobs, pushing aside the coarse fabric of her homemade nightgown. Her tits seemed to have a life of their own, as if they wanted to caress and inflame his sensitive fingers. The nipples were larger than he remembered, even though he had caught a glimpse of his sister's naked body less than two weeks earlier.

Again and again Gerald shifted from one luscious tit to the other. All the while he continued to probe Donna's mouth with his long red tongue, sometimes brushing it against the girl's perfect, uncaried teeth, sometimes twining it with Donna's tongue. She was his for the asking, Gerald knew. He could have what he wanted from her and nothing on earth could stop him.

But Gerald wasted little time analyzing his thoughts and desires. For her part, Donna had suspended all disbelief. Her body was aflame with unslaked desire, confused and titillated by sensations she had previously been able only to guess about. A thin trickle of pussy juice cooled on her naked thigh, confusing the girl further but also weakening her resistance all the more.

Then Donna felt her brother moving again, draping his strong torso very gently across her own. Her tits were crushed to his powerful chest and there was something hard and threatening pressed undeniably against her burning pussy. Donna knew just enough about sex to realize that she was pleasing Gerald, that he would take care of the rest without making any real demands on her.

For a brief moment, just before Gerald lowered his head to suck at her lovely young tits, Donna had a flash of awareness. What they were doing was wrong on two levels, completely contrary to what she had learned of morality. Other girls talked of their brothers in vaguely sexual terms but Donna felt quite certain that none had had the experience that Gerald was putting her through. This was something that would have to be kept secret from friends and relatives alike, a thought that stimulated her all the more.

It was a revelation for Donna to feel her brother's tongue gliding across the globe of her right tit, and then dancing over the nipple, drawing the succulent flesh between his lips. A charge of electricity seemed to surge through every integument of her rigid body. Her nipples were getting harder and harder, as if they were going to burst and crack open under Gerald's relentless assault.

"That feels so good," she moaned timidly. "No, don't stop, you can kiss me again later. Please, just keep doing that."

Gerald needed no such encouragement. Things were happening too rapidly for him to repress his thoughts any longer. He was going to go as far as possible with his gorgeous sister, fuck her if she gave him the chance. He had wanted it for over a year and there was no point hiding from the truth now that they were together.

As his tongue continued its slow agonizing movements, Gerald moved his hands up and down Donna's curvaceous torso, getting closer and closer to his goal. He had to feel her snatch closing around his probing fingers. The girl was ready for it, was making no attempt to resist him. She was a hot little piece, all right, her desires as strong and irresistible as his own.

Donna had indeed abandoned herself completely by that point, feeling her arms wrapping themselves around her brother's hot, sweaty back. Thought was out of the question. Instinct predominated. Fifteen years was long enough to wait. Donna was old enough to have sex. She wanted it badly, knew that somehow her brother would unlock the secret of sex for her. She was frustrated, but Gerald would show her the way sooner or later.

The storm seemed to have moved from the external world into the fruitful field of her virgin body. Each time Gerald's hand approximated her dripping cunt Donna could feel herself getting hotter and more aroused. Sex seemed hard and uncomfortable to Donna but she would not have traded it for anything in the world. At last her loving brother was turning her into a real woman.

Finally the deed was done. Donna felt strong fingers closing around her pubic bush, rearranging the incredibly soft, blonde pubic tresses. Her labia closed momentarily, an unconscious defense against the violation that she knew was coming, but that too turned Donna on all the more. She didn't know what she wanted from her brother but Gerald knew and it was impossible to do anything but place herself in his confident care.

The fifteen-year-old virgin gasped aloud as she felt Gerald's forefinger part her labia and enter into the citadel of her twat. His finger seemed too large and rigid, almost as stiff and threatening as the prick that was starting to emerge from Gerald's pajamas. This, too, was a mystery to Donna.

"Just take it easy, take it easy," Gerald intoned. "Relax and let yourself feel it. You have such a fucking beautiful cunt. I want to cum all over you, feel my prick explode inside you. You want it, too, don't you Donna?"