http://www.mrdouble.comRX-428Donna's Loving BrothersByLee Engels



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?"
	There was no need for Donna to frame an answer to her brother's rhetorical
questions.  Her cunt had begun to relax of its own accord, embarrassingly wet
now, quivering palpably around the finger that was stimulating it so well.  All
sensation had been localized in that mysterious cavity.  It was as if her whole
body had been drawn into the hungry maw of her virgin fuck hole.
	"Touch me," Gerald insisted.  "Go on, you know just what I want you to do. 
Take it in your hand and make me feel good." Gerald shifted his weight again,
practically forcing his stiff cock into his sister's inexperienced hand.  He
felt like he could cum on the spot as he had done so many times with other
girls.  Only this time it was different.  There was nothing frightening about
Donna.  She was his sister, flesh of his flesh, a woman who understood him and
whom he could trust completely.
	Still, a pang of uncontrollable lust passed through the lad's body as he felt
his sister's fingers making first contact with his throbbing meat.  Her nails
scratched the swollen head of his rod but added to Gerald's lust.  There was
little she could have done to turn him off at that late stage of the game.
	Donna felt a brief moment of shame as she weighed her brother's cock in her
soft hands.  The thing seemed to be a good seven inches long and three or four
inches thick, lined with hard veins and thicker at the base and head than in
the middle.  It was strange to feel the heavy burden palpitating in her hands,
but Gerald liked what she was doing.  For once in her life Donna didn't have to
feel inferior to other women.
	It took only a few minutes for Donna to learn how to please her lover.  She
coiled her soft fingers around the center of the thick shaft and then began to
pull the loose skin back and forth over the swollen crown.  Each stroke
increased the rate and intensity of Gerald's breathing, to the point where
Donna was able to ignore for a moment the storm of passion that was continuing
to wreak havoc in her own luscious young body.
	"It's so big and hard, I'm scared of it," Donna murmured a few seconds later,
as much to herself as to Gerald.  "You wouldn't do anything to hurt me, would
you?"
	Gerald ignored his sister's frightened question, just as she had done to him
a few minutes before.  He had the girl just where he wanted her, and there was
no need for discussion.  His finger had now penetrated her wet pussy to the
last knuckle and it was a lot easier to see her now that his eyes were used to
the night light.
	His sister was incredibly beautiful, her tits jutting out provocatively from
her slender birdlike torso, her soft ass grinding into the mattress beneath
her.  Everything about the girl was soft and young and innocent.  Everything
but her face which had transformed into a mask of naked lust.  Yes, Gerald was
going to get just what he wanted from the hotpants little sexpot.
	Reluctantly, Gerald pulled his prick away from his sister's clenching hand. 
It was time to explore her pussy more closely, to get his tongue into that
redolent fuck box.  His mouth watered at the thought but Gerald was experienced
enough to take his time and avoid scaring his innocent little sister.
	Soon Gerald was lying with his head between Donna's thighs.  The smell of her
cunt was enough to drive him wild with sexual need.  Her twat writhed open
before Gerald's staring eyes, the freshest and most pungent thing he had ever
experienced.  His tongue protruded from his mouth, and then Gerald was ready to
take the all-important next step.  Using one hand to part the girl's soft pink
labia, Gerald soon was able to work his tongue into the lovely little crevice. 
First he brushed his lingual organ against Donna's clitoris, more by accident
than by design.  It was surprising to feel the girl writhe and quiver before he
was inside her, a fact that Gerald knew to file for future reference.
	But soon the enterprising lad had worked his tongue all the way into his
sister's twat.  Her taste was unbelievable, pure, clean and intolerably
stimulating.  Gerald left his tongue in the fissure for a few seconds more and
then started to rotate it slowly, knowing that it was too late for Donna to
resist.
	He reached up again and began to fondle the girl's tits, not bothering to be
gentle this time around.  Her nipples were red in the semi-darkness, outlined
clearly against the snowy whiteness of her boobs.  Donna's eyes were closed and
it was impossible to know what the girl was thinking and feeling as he
continued to work her pussy over with his greedy, insatiable tongue.
	By that point Donna had given up trying to control or even understand the
things that were happening between herself and her handsome brother.  She had
dreamed of moments like this but had never been able to visualize that actual
details of sex.  The reality of her passion was far better than anything the
young temptress had ever dared to imagine.
	"Yes, keep doing that with your tongue," she shouted aloud, shocked by her
own boldness.  "I can't tell you what it's doing to me.  I never knew it could
be like this.  Stick it in further.  Come on, Gerald, do it just like you were
before.  Aaahhh, Goooood!"
	Gerald felt a surge of power after hearing his sister's impassioned request. 
He forced his tongue deeper into Donna's dripping quim and then stopped short,
feeling her healthy young vaginal muscles contracting around him.  She was hot
to trot, all right, ready to be brought to the first orgasm of her young life.
	Gerald removed his tongue for the briefest interval, having noticed that the
girl's clitty had become hard and protuberant from the friction of his unshaved
cheeks.  The tiny organ had filled with blood, turning dark purple and swelling
to twice its normal size.  It seemed as sensitive as his own prick, which at
that point continued to throb against her shapely legs.
	He experimented with Donna's clitoris, knowing that the girl was past the
point of protest.  The little flap of flesh grew larger under his careful
ministrations.  Soon Gerald was working it over fearlessly, occasionally
allowing himself to bite into the incredibly sweet flesh.  Instinctively he
knew that the better he pleased Donna, the better she would eventually put out
for him.
	Donna reached down and held her brother's head in place with surprisingly
strong hands.  Every muscle in her magnificent, pubescent body was taut and on
edge as she felt herself being carried to the verge of ecstasy.  If only Gerald
could fill her cunt and stimulate her clitty simultaneously, it would be sheer,
unalloyed paradise.
	Gerald soon decided that he had done as much as possible to stimulate his
sister's erect pink clitoris.  He lowered his head and stuck his tongue into
Donna's pussy again, surprised by the copious flow of her vaginal fluids.  The
girl's cunt seemed to draw his tongue in with a strength completely out of
proportion to the slender delicacy of her young body.
	He found that it was easy to massage Donna's clitty with his right forefinger
as his tongue continued its slow progress into the deepest recesses of her
pussy.  His own lust was almost forgotten for the moment as Gerald sensed the
nearness of Donna's orgasm.  He didn't understand women completely, but with
his sister inexperience hardly seemed to matter.
	Donna's eyes opened slightly but saw nothing.  She was floating on a cloud
and walking on a bed of nails simultaneously.  Each stroke of her brother's
tongue amazed her, opening new vistas of pleasure and lust.  Was it possible
for him to know her every secret, to control her body completely as he seemed
to be doing?  It was terrifying for Donna to lose control of herself but that
too only seemed to increase the girl's needs and desires.
	Donna wrapped her fingers in her brother's reddish blond hair, focusing her
eyes on his deltoid and back muscles.  The boy's head was bobbing up and down
over her cunt.  He was experimenting again, trying out all sorts of different
strokes.  Donna was tempted to tell him that it didn't matter, that every
single thing he did was moving her closer and closer to her ultimate release.
	Donna threw her head back onto the pillow, her cheeks tickled by the strands
of her long blonde hair.  Her eyes were glossed over with pleasure, every cell
in her body tingled with anticipation of her climax.  Donna felt herself
turning into a woman as her brother slaved beneath her, totally devoted to her
pleasure.  It was her due.  She was young, beautiful and passionate, like a
girl from a movie magazine.  Only Gerald had been perceptive enough to
appreciate her merits.
	To all intents and purposes, Donna's analysis was not incorrect.  Her beauty
was undeniable, her sensuality was being proved with every passing moment.  And
Gerald was more than happy to serve her pleasure.  Of course to a purpose. 
Later, when the girl was fully satiated it would be his turn.  Then the real
fun would begin for Gerald Judge.
	Gerald flicked his tongue around the entrance of his sister's moist, dewy
quire.  He alternated between fast and slow strokes, smiling inwardly when a
particularly devastating motion would cause his sister to moan piteously and
cross her ankles frantically around his incessantly bobbing head.
	But now it was time to bring things to a conclusion.  He worked his tongue in
as deep as it would go, feeling the juices flow generously over his cheeks and
nose.  Gerald cupped his hands under his sister's firm buttocks, momentarily
shocked into desire by the sweet smoothness of the lithe, taut globes. 
Ignoring his lust, Gerald worked double time, letting his index finger enter
half an inch into Donna's pulsating asshole.
	A few more strokes of his probing tongue brought Gerald's little sister to
the first climax of her life.  Donna felt her entire body start to heave and
contract.  Then all movement was localized in her cunt as her limbs stiffened
in unbearable suspense.  Her vaginal sphincter clamped down powerfully, making
it impossible for Gerald to withdraw his tongue.
	Donna hung agonized in limbo for another second and then experienced an
explosion that seemed to dissolve every cell in her madly writhing body.  Pussy
juice seemed to cascade out of her palpitating fuck hole.  One contraction
followed another, each more powerful and moving than its predecessor. 
"Aaaaahhh, God, Oooohhh," she wailed.  Seconds later it was over, all but the
lingering heat that seemed to irritate every square inch of Donna's flushed
skin.  She released her brother's head, her fingers stiff from the effort of
grasping him.  Then she let out a deep sigh and subsided gracefully into the
mattress, as if ready to drop off into the sleep of the just.