Chapter 5

But before she could get from the doorway to her bed, Donna Judge stopped short, realizing that she was not alone. There was an only vaguely familiar male figure reclining on her bed, flat on his back, unshod feet sticking straight up in the air. Donna stood in her tracks for a good twenty seconds before calming down enough to realize that the interloper was her brother, Frank.

Donna's first impulse was to turn and run, get away before she had to explain her confusion to a brother she hadn't seen in almost four years. Before she could turn tail, however, Frank rolled over on the bed, opening his eyes just long enough to detect her presence.

"Donna, I was wondering where you were," he intoned sleepily. "I had to spend the morning on the couch downstairs, and I couldn't sleep. So I came up to see if you were still in bed, sort of as a surprise. Guess the surprise is on me."

Donna stood before her brother, not daring to speak or move. She could only hope that he had not discovered either the expression on her face or the fact that her clothing was still a mess. Finally she looked at her brother directly, better able to recognize him, prepared to act the role of a loving, welcoming sister.

"No, I'm more surprised than you are," she stammered. "I knew you'd be here, but I thought you and Gloria would be in your room. Why did you bother trying to sleep downstairs?"

"Mother's Victorian ways, of course," Frank answered with a chuckle. "You know, she wants to keep up appearances. I guess she wants me and Gloria to wait for the Wedding night or something."

So saying, Frank moved over on the narrow single bed and signaled for Donna to join him. Donna closed the door behind her and then went over to the bed. She was still nervous but knew that she would be able to cover it well enough. After all, there was no reason for Frank to suspect anything.

"You look terrific," Frank commented, kissing the girl on the cheek. "Damn, you were a kid when I left, a skinny little tomboy. I just can't believe the way you look now."

Donna made an attempt to return the compliment, finding that words were coming easier in her brother's relaxed presence. Frank, too, had changed a great deal in the years of their separation. He was twenty-two now, a mature, handsome man. He wore his hair long and unkempt and was dressed in an old pair of jeans and a ragged workshirt. And he was more handsome and masculine than ever, far better looking than she had remembered.

The two youngsters made conversation for a few minutes before Frank noticed something was bothering his sister. He waited a few minutes and then questioned Donna directly.

"You're on pins and needles, kid," he announced. "Come on, let Your big brother in on the secret."

At first Donna tried to keep her secret, to tell her brother nothing of what she had been going through. But after looking into the man's trusting blue eyes she felt herself starting to melt, giving in to the urge to spill all. As she spoke, Donna moved closer to her brother, tucking her small, slender body into the crook of his arm and shoulder.

"I just can't understand what's happening in this house," she began, biting back the tears that rose unbidden to her lovely blue eyes. "First it was me and Gerald, then Mom and Dad. I'm so confused, Frank, I don't know what to do."

"Tell me more about it," Frank coaxed, cradling the weeping girl in his right arm. "Just start and let yourself go. Tell me everything. You know you can trust your own brother."

And Donna did manage to get her story told. There was no point hiding things from Frank. The man had an intelligent, knowing expression on his face. He was kind and obviously concerned about her confusion. Five minutes later she had told all, waiting for her brother's reaction, sure that he would condemn her acts.

"I can't say that I'm really surprised," Frank commented a few seconds later. "There are a lot of things I could tell you about this family, but maybe this isn't such a great time to do it."

"Tell me, Frank, I have to know," Donna insisted.

"Let's leave it at this," Frank concluded. "You're not the first one in the family to have that kind of experience. We've always been a little different from other people, no matter how hard Mom tries to keep things civilized. You'll understand it better when you're older, take my word for it."

"But, Frank, it's not normal for people to fool around with their relatives, everybody knows that," Donna continued.

"What do you mean, 'not normal'," Frank insisted with a smile. "How do you know what's normal. You're just a kid, living out in the middle of nowhere on a farm. People do lots of things that would shock you. I know what I'm talking about."

Frank drew the girl closer to him on the bed, anxious to allay Donna's fears. The girl was a little young for sex, but she had started already and he might as well be the one to complete her sex education. It seemed likely that they would be alone for an hour before anyone came to disturb them.

Donna was surprised to feel her brother starting to kiss her, his soft thick lips resting on her neck and shoulder. He was very different from Gerald and her father, much more citified and sophisticated. Also, he had always been the best-looking man in the family ever since they had all been youngsters.

Donna felt herself being stimulated again by her brother's uninhibited kisses. He started with her neck and then moved up to the girl's cheeks and ears, sucking the delicate skin into his mouth and biting into it occasionally. Then his hands began to move towards Donna's tits, scaring the girl again.

"No, Frank," Donna protested. "I just can't do it. I'm so scared and confused. Please don't make me do it."

"It's better this way," Frank insisted. "I can see that you want me and I can do a lot for you. Besides, you're a big girl now, and it's time you learned a few things about life."

Donna gave up her struggles immediately, lying back on the narrow mattress as her brother began to undress her. His hands were strong and sure, and Donna knew she wanted him. Frank was the only one who could straighten her life out. She had to trust him, no matter how scared she was of losing her virginity.

Soon she had been stripped to the skin which made Donna feel a little more comfortable. Frank stood up beside the bed and removed his own clothing without ceremony. His fiance would be waking up fairly soon, which meant he had to work quickly, not waste any time about fucking his glamorous little sister.

Donna gasped as she saw her brother's prick. Even in a state of flaccidity the thing looked a good six inches long, even thicker than her father's rod. Frank was taller and more slender than the other males in her family, but he was a real man. Already she was getting aroused at the thought of fooling around with him.

But Frank gave her little opportunity for conscious thought. He grabbed the girl roughly and then kissed Donna full on the lips, immediately plunging his tongue into her waiting mouth. He was lying practically on top of the girl's slender, voluptuous form, still amazed at the way she had matured.

"Be gentle with me, Frank," Donna said, not really understanding her own words. "I don't want you to hurt me."

"Just relax, I can't say you won't feel a thing, but I can promise not to hurt you," Frank answered, temporarily drawing his mouth away from the girl. "You're going to be a woman now, Donna, that's nothing to be scared of, is it?"

Frank kissed the girl again, this time concentrating on her astoundingly full and firm tits. He surrounded one of Donna's nipples with his broad mouth and sucked the delicious flesh in with lust. Already his prick was starting to harden, a sure sign that their sexual union was going to be a complete success.

Donna reacted to her brother's amorous caresses in record time. She was hot to trot already from watching her parents fucking, and Frank was making love to her with great skill, far more gentle and loving than Gerald had been. There was something about the man that was familiar and mysterious at the same time, making Frank all the more appealing to her.

Frank did not let his opportunity go to waste. He worked Donna over carefully, his mouth never resting. He moved from her tits to her slender neck and then back to the enchanting globes once again. All the while, he continued to grind his prick against the girl's soft, smooth skin, knowing that within half an hour he would be able to sink his cock into her virgin pussy.

He reached down and grappled with Donna's pussy, delighted at her innocence. The girl was still fighting him a little, keeping her alabaster thighs clenched tightly together. Gentle pressure loosened her grip and then the girl yielded completely, parting her legs and giving him complete freedom.

Donna sighed with desire as she felt her brother's finger sliding into her open pussy. His finger was long and warm, fitting her snatch perfectly. He worked it in one knuckle at a time, not at all in a hurry. ' Donna was able to lie back and relax, actually enjoying sex for the first time in her young life.

Frank continued to suck at the girl's nipples as his hand manipulated her dripping pussy. Her nipples had turned hard and dark under his care, just the way Frank liked them to be. It was an incredible stroke of good fortune to have caught his sister at a moment like that, he soon decided.

Donna was determined to show her older brother that she was not completely inexperienced where sex was concerned. She kept her thighs parted and then reached for his prick, shocked to feel that it was already rigid and elongated. She wrapped her hands around the thick shaft and pulled at it gently, thrilling to the pulsations and quiverings of the lovely organ.

Brother and sister rolled around on the narrow bed, trying not to fall off in the midst of their erotic exertions. Frank let go of the girl's tits and concentrated on her pussy, trying to ignore the way she was jerking him off. Gerald had taught the girl well but she still had a long way to go. Fortunately, he was more than willing to show her the way.

Frank was surprised at the wetness of his sister's snatch until he remembered her story of eavesdropping on their parents. It stood to reason that the inexperienced little vixen would be disturbed by what she had witnessed. As long as it did not slow her down in bed, Frank could accept that fact.

He removed his hand from the girl's pussy and soon replaced it with a hungry, knowing mouth. Donna lay back on the bed with her eyes closed and her arms folded behind her back, knowing that Frank would eat out her pussy even better than Gerald had done. The man was totally irresistible and there was nothing for her to do but recline and enjoy what he was doing to her.

Frank wedged his head between the girl's thighs, taking in the redolence of her young twat. Her skin was delicate and she was a perfect sex object, an incredibly gorgeous little piece of ass. Even if she had not been his sister, Frank reflected, it would have been hard to keep his hands off the little sexpot.

Finally his tongue slid into the fissure, seeking out Donna's already erect clitoris and having no trouble hitting its target. Donna quivered with anticipation as she felt the now familiar signs of sexual arousal in her young body. She was still confused and guilt ridden but was feeling better with every passing moment, more and more certain of her brother's judgment.

Her clitoris got hard and red under Frank's skillful ministrations. The man reached up and caressed his sister's swelling tits, wanting to turn on every part of her magnificent little body. He could forget his own lust for the moment, knowing that he would be satisfied long before he had to leave the girl's bed.

"That feels so good, when you do it with your tongue," Donna sighed. "I feel like I'm floating on a cloud."

"Wait until you get a taste of my cock in there," Frank answered, moving away from her twat for a moment. "You're going to love it, Donna. I'm going to fuck you like a real woman."