Then Donald removed his prick for the last time, so that only the thick red crown remained in his wife's orifice. He fucked Catherine with long, loving strokes, feeling the woman's passion rising in perfect cadence with his own lust. A broad smile continued to light the man's handsome features.
Donna shrank further into the darkened doorway, sensing that it would all be over soon. She let go of her hot little pussy for the rest of her parents' bout of lovemaking. Her eyes were riveted to their sweating, glistening bodies, while her own slender form swayed back and forth with unrelieved longing.
Donald was fucking his wife harder than before, Donna noticed, almost ready to spill his juices. He would withdraw his prick and then ram it in with great force and speed. Soon the thick wand was like a blur sliding in and out of the narrow aperture. Donna knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
Then the muscular farmer let go of his woman's tits, wanting to move freely as he approached his climax. He rammed his prick in once more and then felt Catherine starting to get off. The woman let out a loud cry of agonized pleasure and he could feel the pussy juice spilling out of her body and soaking the woman's white buttocks and powerfully muscled thighs.
"Keep fucking me, fuck me harder!" Catherine shouted, shocking her eavesdropping daughter. "Shit, I'm cumming now, it's finally happening. Don't stop, keep fucking me-e-e-e-e-eee!!!"
Donald felt a river of cum starting to build in his cock. He had held back for a long time, loving the feel of his wife's clinging asshole. Now his patience and stamina were at an end. He held his wife by the hips, digging his fingers into the tender flesh, not caring if he hurt the woman. He was ready now, could feel the cum rocketing out of his prick as if the thing were a water cannon.
Catherine sighed again as she felt her sore and tired anal channel being filled with semen. At first the explosion of Donald's prick made her uncomfortable, but then the fluids laved her from within, relieving the pressure completely. The woman lay on her stomach on the bed, feeling Donald's prick wilting inside her and then sliding out ever so slowly.
At that moment, Donna moved away from the door, pinning her lustful body against the wall of their bedroom. She would stay another minute and then flee for safety, before one of her parents got up to use the bathroom. She had seen a lot already but wanted to hear what her parents had to say to each other.
"I guess we'd better get dressed pretty soon," Catherine announced, snuggling next to her husband on the sweat-stained mattress. "You know, Frank and Gloria will be up soon, and we haven't even told Donna that we're home yet."
"She's probably still asleep," Donald answered. "You know, sometime I worry about her. She's at that age now and you really ought to talk to the girl."
"She doesn't need me," Catherine answered. "Kids learn things a lot younger nowadays."
Donna's parents lowered their tone to a whisper at that point, disappointing the young girl intensely. They were talking about her and Donna wanted to hear every word of that fascinating conversation. Still, it was dangerous for her to remain so near her parents. The confused young girl stayed for another minute and then began to withdraw down the corridor to her own bedroom. Donna practically broke into a run as she reached her own part of the upstairs floor. She was confused and bewildered by what she had witnessed. It was not so much that her parents had a sex life of their own. That was something that even a girl as young and innocent as Donna could have accepted.
But she had lusted after her own father, had actually imagined herself in her mother's place. All this the morning after she had sucked her brother's cock and allowed him free rein with her virgin pussy. If only there were somebody to talk to, Donna thought, somebody to explain it all to her.
But there was nobody she soon decided, nobody in the world who could help her understand her problems. It was something she would have to figure out for herself. Donna opened the door of her bedroom, prepared to drop onto her bed, hopefully to make some sense out of the chaotic events of the last day.
CHAPTER FIVE
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.