Brad’s Third Adventure

tagIncest/TabooBrad's Third Adventure

It was about 4 A.M. when I slipped back into the house and quietly made my way to my room. The last thing I needed was to wake someone up and get grilled over where I'd been and what I'd been doing. I undressed and slipped into bed and, although I was still pumped up on adrenaline from the fantastic love making Mrs. Martin and I had been making, I dropped right off to sleep.
"Get out of bed you lazy bum. We've got work to do."
"What? Donna? What the hell?" I managed to say after my sister burst into my room.
"Brad, its nine o'clock and you're still in bed. You promised you'd help me plant Momma's garden today and yet here you are wasting it away in bed. Now get up, get dressed, and let's go."
I love my sister, always have, but right now I wanted to choke her. I hadn't been in bed but a few hours, but she couldn't know that. I dragged myself out of bed and threw on some grungy yard clothes and followed her out the backdoor.
Mom had always wanted a vegetable garden, but she wasn't the best with plants. My Aunt Jeanna had a green thumb. Mom? Her thumb wore a black hood and carried an axe. Earlier in the year Donna and I promised to plant the garden for her and Donna said she'd come by every so often and tend to it for her. Mom was pleased. So off to work we went.
Donna handed me a hoe and said, "Start over there and break up all the dirt between there and here. I'll get the wheel barrow and bring the manure over."
"The what?"
"Don't worry city boy. It won't hurt you."
Always being one to do as I was told, I took the hoe to the far end of the plot and started hacking away. I'd never realized just how hard the ground was here. It put up a good fight, but I was determined to win. I hacked and hoed and scraped and dug until I was drenched in sweat and almost panting. About half way across the plot I took off my shirt, wiped my chest, threw it to the side and kept on hoeing.
As I worked my way across the plot I looked over at Donna. As I mentioned previously, she is four years older than me and is 6' tall. We're all tall. She married Glen two years ago. I think she married the first guy to fuck her, but I could be wrong. We've always been close and we've always shared secrets we would never tell anyone else. For example, she told me Glen wasn't able to get an erection on their honeymoon night. He'd had so much to drink he was wasted and it just wouldn't cooperate. Donna said she was so pissed she almost waked out on him. But he apologized and she caved in. Apparently, Glen didn't do that a second time.
Donna could have had any man she wanted. With her height, thin waist, and athletic ability, there were always boys hanging around her. She didn't have large tits, a hazard faced by many women athletes, but she was very pretty and had beautiful blond hair. I often wondered why she didn't date more guys before she settled on Glen. But it was none of my business.
When I finished hoeing, I headed back to where I started. Donna was already busy planting seeds. I grabbed some seeds and pushed one into the loose dirt. "Like this?" I asked.
"Yes, but about 18 inches apart," she said. "Brad, I need to ask you something."
"What?" I said.
"Well, what the fuck were you thinking last night?"
"What? What the hell are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Brad. Last night when you were next door with Mrs. Martin?"
"I just painted her bedroom, Donna. I told you all where I'd be last night."
"Brad, I know you way to well for this shit. I woke you up at nine and you never sleep past seven."
Exasperated I said, "So what Donna?"
"And the curtains on her bedroom window were pulled open and the blind was raised. I saw it all Brad."
"Oh, shit."
"Oh, shit is right Brad. What were you thinking? She's older than Mom."
"After I painted her bedroom, she came on to me. I just couldn't help it, Donna."
"Bullshit. Typical man thinking with his penis. You're all alike."
"Wait a minute, Donna. Are we still talking about me or has this something to do with Glen?"
Donna broke down crying. She covered her eyes with her gloved hands and just balled. I moved over to her and put my arm around her.
"Fuck you, Brad. Damn all you men."
"Donna, come on now. I'm not the enemy and I didn't do anything to you. Tell me what's going on. We've always been honest and open with each other. What's going on?"
She gathered herself together and started telling me everything. Glen wasn't the nice, compassionate guy she thought he was. Seems he liked to belittle Donna, to the point she lost her self-esteem, though we were never aware of this. He also liked to play the field. She claimed he had at least three mistresses, maybe more. I asked her why she didn't leave him.
"I don't know. I guess because he has me doubting whether I could ever attract another man."
"Nonsense, Donna. You are a beautiful, vibrant, desirable young woman. You could attract any man, and probably do, they just don't tell you because you are married. Any man would be lucky to be with you."
"You really think so?"
"Think so? I know so. Look at you, seriously. You are tall, gorgeous features, long blonde hair. Even all the right bumps in all the right places," I threw in to help break the tension.
"Oh, Brad," she said, giggling.
"Look, let's finish this up. I'll blow off all the jobs I had planned today and we'll get cleaned up, dress up a bit and I'll take you out on the town, my treat, and show you off to all those lucky men out there that don't know how lucky they are, yet."
She looked me in the eyes. "Brad, you are the best brother. Okay, let's do that." Then she leaned towards me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I told Mom and Dad I was going to take Donna out that night, just a brother and sister hanging out type of thing. I didn't tell them about Glen. That wasn't my place. Mom said I was a dear for keeping our relationship close after she had moved out.
I wore a nice pair of dark slacks, a freshly pressed dress shirt and my go-to-Sunday-school shoes. I wanted to look nice for Donna so she'd see how much I appreciated my older sister.
Donna came downstairs wearing a mid-calf, modest yellow dress. She was stunning. She didn't need the heels because of her height, but they sure accentuated her calves. You could tell by the look on her face she was feeling special; which she should.
"My, oh my," Dad said. "I haven't seen you dressed like this since your wedding."
Mom almost made a scene over how lovely she thought Donna looked. "You two must be doing something special tonight," she said.
"No Mom. We're just going to have some dinner and catch up on what's been going on," Donna said. "After all, my baby brother is going to college soon and who knows when we'll have another chance to do this."
"I guess that's right," Mom relented. "Well, you two have fun and stay out of trouble."
"That's no fun," I joked.
"You heard me, young man."
"Yes Mom," both Donna and I said at the same time.
I opened the car door and Donna slid into the passenger seat. "Why thank you, young man."
"My pleasure ma'am." We both laughed.
I took her to one of the nicest restaurants in town, and while we ate, I let her do all the talking. And talk she did. She told me about how she found out Glen was cheating on her, and she even knew one of the "hussies." She told me about finding panties in his coat pocket, and when she confronted him he said it was nothing, he just like having a part of her with him when he was away. The problem was, she had never owned panties like these.
"Oh, my," I said. "What was his rebuttal to that?"
"He said I was mistaken. That I'd worn these when we'd first married and I probably didn't remember because I was so absent minded."
"Ouch!" I replied.
What got my attention most during the conversation was how she remained calm. None of the emotion I saw in the garden. Maybe she'd come to terms with this and was ready to move on. But I knew my big sister; she wasn't near that point yet.
After dinner neither one of us really wanted to go home. I suggested we could take a drive and just continue our conversation. She agreed so I headed towards the old city park. While I drove, Donna continued to talk about Glen and their marriage.
"I noticed he kept checking his phone; constantly," she continued. "Glen hates phones, which I find kind of strange since he's in sales. But it was like every 30 minutes. One day when he was lying in the hot tub, by himself, by-the-way, I saw his phone on the kitchen counter. I was so nervous but I decided to take a look at this text messages. I immediately regretted it because it was all these conversations with three different women, talking to each, without the other's knowledge, I'm sure. It made me so mad because he was talking about doing things to them that he'd never done to me. Sexually, I mean."
"What an ass!" I exclaimed.
"Tell me about it. I put his phone down and never told him about it. But about a week later I answered the house phone and it was one of his bimbos looking for him. I threw the phone at him and said, "One of your cunts is looking for you."
"Good for you sis."
"Well, I stormed out of the house. You've probably guessed that's why I'm really visiting Mom and Dad. He's not on a fishing trip."
"Yeah, I'd reach that conclusion."
I pulled into the city park and parked in front of the playground.
"Oh, Brad, the swings. Do you remember how you used to push me on the swings when we were kids?"
"Of course."
"Will you push me now, Brad? Please?" she said with a wonderful joyous look on her face, like she'd returned to her childhood and escaped all that was happening to her.
"Donna, you should know by now that I'd do anything for you. And I mean anything."
"Oh, thank you Brad. Come on, let's go."
She jumped out of the car and ran to the swings. She had kicked off her heels in the car and I had to laugh at my sister, 24-years-old, 6' tall, wearing a rather striking yellow dress, running full speed to the swings.
She settled onto a swing as I got behind her and, just like the old days, I started pushing her. She laughed and threw her legs out to gain momentum. I stepped back to prevent getting clobbered and pushed again, harder. She giggled and seemed to have returned to the kid she was way back when. My heart raced with joy because I knew then she would be okay. It would be hard and take a while, but I knew.
She got to swinging so well on her own I stepped back and just watched. She was smiling and laughing like a child. Then she suddenly skidded to a stop. I was thinking she had returned to our earlier conversations and was coming down from her high, but then she said, "Look, Brad, over there. Teeter Totters. Come on," and off she ran.
When I finally arrived, she was straddle one end of the bone-jarring contraption, so I straddled the other and off we went. She was having the time of her life. Each time I sent myself up in the air, quickly, by-the-way, her rump would come up off the seat and she'd shrieked like she'd been thrown off a cliff. Then she would do the same to me.
I had forgotten about it, but she used to play a little trick on me that I should have expected now. She always did this when we got on this deadly thing. She suddenly stepped off her end while I was all the way up, and I came crashing down on my butt. I yelped with a bit of pain and she came running over to help me up.
"Oh, Brad. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I think you broke my butt. Yep, there's a crack in it now."
She just stood there staring at me. "Donna, it's a joke. I'm alright, really."
At that moment she launched herself against me and hugged me tighter than she'd ever done before. "Oh, Brad. I love you so much. You are the only person in the world who cares about me enough to do all these things for me." Then she gave me a gentle, quick kiss on the lips.
I held her tight as she returned to hugging me. My head was spinning. We'd never kissed on the lips before. Did she intend to do that or was it just a reaction to my attention or what? She must have felt the tension in my body because she suddenly broke our embrace and stood back a step.
"Oh my god, Brad. I didn't mean to kiss you like that. I meant a peck on the cheek, as always. I'm so sorry and so embarrassed."
"Don't worry about it, Donna. I understand. Lots of families do that."
"Yeah, maybe, but we never have."
"Then think of it as a first. Maybe a new family tradition. I'm okay if you are."
She looked relieved. "Yes, I'm okay. Can we go home now?"
"Of course."
We got home about midnight, so we were careful to be quiet. Her old bedroom is right across the hall from my room and as she was about to enter, she touched my hand. I stopped and looked at her.
"Brad, you're a wonderful man. Thank you for caring so much about me. I'll never forget what you've said and how you've helped me. I love you."
"Donna, like I said tonight and have said a hundred times, I'll do anything for you. I love you too."
This time the kiss was well aimed at my cheek and she closed the door behind her.
I was exhausted. What a night. I felt so sorry for Donna. She didn't deserve this. I stripped down to my underwear, which is all I ever sleep in, and slid into bed. My mind was still racing, thinking of what she'd told me, about how I could keep helping her, and how I'd love to beat the shit out of Glen.
I must have dropped off right away, but about an hour later I woke to someone whispering my name and shaking my shoulder.
"Brad, are you awake?" the voice whispered.
I stirred, trying to get my bearings and wake up my eyes. I rolled on my back and looked to see Donna sitting on the edge of my bed. It was dark but I thought it looked like she was wearing a dark blue teddy.
"Donna? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Brad. I was lying awake, thinking of what you told me. You know, how you thought I was desirable, how pretty I am, and how any man would be lucky to be with me?"
"Sure, I remember that, and I meant it."
"I know you did, and I was thinking just a moment ago, you're 'any man.'"
"What?"
"Well, you said I could have any man I wanted. I want you, Brad. Now."
She leaned down before I had a chance to react and kissed my lips, only this time it wasn't a mistake and this time, it was with passion. A lot of passion. She pressed her tongue into my mouth as I was attempting to rise up, her breath was sweet and her lips so tender, but this was wrong. Finally, she let me up and I sat up against the headboard.
"Donna, what are you doing?"
"Brad, you made me feel special tonight. You made me feel like a real woman again. I haven't felt that way in years. When we hugged in the park my body shuddered at your touch. My legs were weak and my head was spinning. All the beautiful things you said to me, all the faith you have in my abilities. The kiss wasn't a mistake, Brad. It was intentional, but I was so scared, that's why I had to convince you it was a mistake."
"I don't know what to say, Donna."
"You said you would do anything for me, Brad. Do this for me. Please. I need you so fucking bad."
With that she kissed me again, hard. I felt her take my hand in hers and guide it to her breast. It felt so warm, so tender. She moaned as she released my hand and I kept it there. Gently I caressed her breast through her teddy as she continued to kiss me like a long-lost lover. I rubbed her hard nipple with my thumb and heard her whimper. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she began sucking on it like it was a little dick.
I hadn't had time to think about what would happen next when I suddenly felt her hand slide down the sheets, over my tummy, and stop on my quickly hardening cock. I gasped as she began rubbing it. I moaned and removed my mouth from hers. I kissed and nibbled on her neck and ears as she continued rubbing me. My hand moved to her other breast and I treated it the same, rubbing her nipple to get it erect, hard. Damn I was horny.
I pushed the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and it fell to her waist. In the faint light coming through the window I saw goosebumps on her arms and chest. Her nipples were hard and waiting attention. She doesn't have large tits, maybe a b cup, maybe, but they were the world to me right then. I pushed her away from me just a bit and I lowered my mouth to her left nipple. I slowly licked a circle around it, being careful not to touch it. When I had her areola good and wet, I gently blew on it. She moaned quietly and pushed her chest closer to me. I flicked the tip of my tongue rapidly over the tip of her hard nipple and felt her grab my cock harder. Oh, my. How could this be happening.
She suddenly pulled away from me and pushed me back against the headboard. "No, Brad. This is my thanks to you. You lay down and just let me thank you."
I did as she demanded and laid down on the bed. She moved between my legs. Her tits were glistening from the licking they'd received and her nipples were rock hard. Her teddy was still around her waist and for the first time I noticed she wasn't wearing panties. Oh, my. She pulled my shorts off and threw them across the room, then leaned down between my legs and, without touching it with her hands, began licking my cock, flicking her tongue over it, across it, up and down it. I was starting to moan.
"Quiet, Brad. We can't wake anyone up."
"No promises," I kidded.
She pushed my legs further apart and up towards my chest, then she got on the mattress on her belly and began rimming my ass with her tongue. I almost shouted, but was able to contain myself. I'd never felt that before, and it was awesome.
She raised up to her knees and started licking my balls, gently sucking each one, in turn, until my cock began to quiver. This woman was amazing. My cock was pulsing, twitching.
I felt her hand grab the base of my engorged cock and start to slide it up and down tenderly. She raised my cock straight up and wrapped her lips around the swollen head. My breathing quickened as I felt her mouth move down over my thick shaft. She didn't seem at all surprised about my size and took me in her mouth without any problem. As her warm mouth engulfed me my hips started moving it deeper down her throat. She held me deep in her mouth and moved her head in circles, causing different surfaces of my cock to be in contact with her mouth and throat at different times. I thought I would explode.
I felt her take my ball sack in her hand and encircle it at the base. She squeezed it tight, which didn't hurt, but it immediately squelched my need to cum. Amazing! She slowly moved up my cock then released me from her mouth. I was panting by this time. How in the world could Glen think about looking for another lover? She laid down on top of me, her tits pressing on my cock. She kissed my firm abs then slid up a bit, sliding over my hard cock, until she reached my nipples. As her lips wrapped around my right nipple and began sucking on it I told her she'd make me cum if she kept that up.
"Is that a bad thing?" she joked.
Realizing how sensitive my nipples are she stopped sucking and sat up, her ass resting on my thighs, just below my throbbing cock. She put one hand behind my cock and started sliding her wet pussy up and down it. Her juices coating the underside, making it slide easily over it. This was the first time I got a good look at my sister's pussy. I noticed a well-trimmed patch of golden hair just above and the longest labia I've ever seen. As she moved her hips and slid up and down my cock I watched as her labia draped over the sides. It was amazing, and I could tell by the smile on her face that she was pleased I was enjoying the ride.
I reached out and began pulling on her small tits. She moaned with pleasure but pushed my hands off.

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