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“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 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.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.