Chapter 2

During the ten-minute ride from the airport to her home, Gwen's thoughts were once more a confused jumble of promises and guilt about what she hoped to accomplish. During the month that had elapsed since she'd made her vow she'd buried herself in her classwork, swearing off sexual contact.

Alan had been immediately pissed off at her. She had laughed when he told her, "A girl like you can't stop cold turkey, Gwen. I've never met anyone who was always so horny. You'll go nuts in two days if you don't get fucked!" But she had kept her promise to herself, much to his chagrin. She had to admit that he was very nice about it, not pressuring her once he knew she had really made up her mind. Even in classwork he continued to grade her work fairly. He'd not given her any breaks in her work when they had been fucking, or did he take it out that way when they stopped. She had noticed more than a few glances between him and a red-headed beauty in the back row, though, so she figured he'd found a new one for the bedroom.

Now she squirmed slightly in the backseat of the cab, her jeans riding up her crotch and rubbing along her pussy lips. She'd taken to wearing panties now to prevent the constant arousal, but found that short of having them made of iron there was no way to cut off the stimulation totally. And Alan had been partially right in his remarks on her nature. She had begun to feel very strange after only two days of no sex. Frenzied masturbation each night and several times a day when she could find a private place had only given temporary relief from the aching itch in her snatch. Her own fingers or the occasional hairbrush handle was no replacement for a hard cock attached to a real man. Before she'd gone off to college she had masturbated almost as frequently to great satisfaction. But after months of being reamed, creamed, banged and humped by dozens of men, she could no longer get the same results on her own.

The original idea of swearing off was as a first step in her resolve to either make it with her father or stop her incestuous lust forever, but now she was so hot she felt like raping the cabdriver. She stared at the back of his head as her mind suddenly filled with the vision of this chubby, cigar-puffing stranger humping her in the backseat of his cab, stopped in the middle of the highway. She gave a little giggling burst of laughter at both that image and the way her lust-crazed mind was working, then forced her thoughts back home.

It had been eight months since she had last seen anyone, having given them an excuse for not coming home at Christmas vacation. She had hoped that being away would make her feelings about her father diminish, but, if anything, they had simply grown stronger, fueled by her own active imagination more than they had been when she was home.

"Miss? Are you okay?"

"Huh? What?" Gwen shook her head, realizing with a start that she'd been staring off into space.

"This is the address you gave me," the driver said, looking over the front-seat of the cab at her through a cloud of cigar smoke and gesturing out the window.

"Gwen? Hey, Sis!!" a shout suddenly rang out from the opposite side of the cab, and Gwen hurriedly climbed out to stare in amazement at the tall young man hurrying toward her from the front of the house.

"Why didn't you call to tell us you were coming in? I could've picked you up at the airport!" her brother called out as he hurried up to her. He grabbed her in his arms and spun her about, picking her up easily with his six-foot-three-inch frame.

"Bill?" Gwen laughed, hugging him back, still staring at him with surprise. "Is that really you?"

Bill let her down and laughed back again. "Well, I know it's been a couple of months, but I couldn't have changed that much. You still look the same, though - pretty as ever."

He turned to the cabdriver, who was leaning out of his window and clearing his throat loudly to try and get some attention. While he paid the fare, then reached in the backseat to pull out Gwen's two suitcases, she stepped back a pace to study him.

The last time she'd seen him was eight months before at the airport, when she'd flown off to Lindale College. He was still only seventeen then, although close to his eighteenth birthday, and nothing at all like the handsome, confident young man she saw before her now.

Gwen remembered him as always having walked slightly stooped over, a bit self-conscious about being so tall. And that self- consciousness hadn't been helped by a bad case of teenage acne. Gwen had been lucky enough to have missed that particular teenage curse herself, and even what Bill had was not the terrible scarring kind, but it had caused him to keep his head down a lot rather than facing people when talking, making his stoop even more pronounced.

As he backed out of the cab with her bags and kicked the door shut, Gwen watched him pull himself up proudly to his full height, and saw that not only was his face totally cleared up, but something else was missing.

"Your glasses!" she shouted around a smile, pointing at his face as if in accusation. "I knew there was something different! How can you get around without walking into the trees?"

Bill had worn glasses since he was in the third grade, and had always kept the same kind - large, bulky, dark horn-rims with heavy lenses - even when styles had changed to smoother lines. But now nothing sat across his nose to block the clear blue of his eyes.

"Mom and Dad got me contact lenses for my last birthday," he grinned, tilting his head upward as though posing, nose in the air. "Whatcha think? Movie-idol time, right?"

Gwen started to laugh, then suddenly stopped and really looked at him, her mouth open in surprise. Bill held his pose for a second, then glanced at her and frowned.

"Now what's the matter?"

"You..." she mumbled, still a bit shocked by the image before her, "you look almost exactly like Dad in those old high- school pictures of him!"

It was true. Without the blemishes and the large glasses hiding his face, Bill really was almost the mirror image of his father in younger days. Gwen suddenly felt her pussy tremble slightly, and felt a slight wetness creep down the inside of her thigh.

Dear Lord, not my brother, too! she thought in shock. But there was no way around it; she now found herself getting turned on by her younger brother!

"Yeah, Mom told me I looked like him when I got rid of my glasses." He grinned and punched her playfully on the shoulder, and the sudden brotherly move shocked her out of her erotic mood. "Come on, let's get inside," Bill said, grabbing her elbow with one hand and her suitcases with the other. "I wanna see their faces when you walk in!"

They hurried up the sidewalk, laughing and trading little bits of news just like any brother and sister who'd been apart for a while, but Gwen kept shooting glances at him when he wasn't looking, and with each glance she got hotter and hotter.

"Hi, Mom," Gwen said quietly, trying not to laugh as she walked into the kitchen, her brother hanging over her shoulder to watch the reaction.

"Gwen! Honey, is that really you?!" Her mother had been bent over looking into a storage closet when they walked in, and she straightened up and hurried to gather Gwen in her arms, squeezing her tightly and kissing her cheek. They pulled back from each other and Gwen saw tears starting to well up in her mother's dark-green eyes.

"Oh, baby, it's so good to see you again! We've missed having you around here for so long - why didn't you call us to let us know you were coming!" Carol pretended to scold her, but couldn't keep the warmth and motherly concern from her voice.

Carol Bristol stood an inch taller than her young daughter, but even at almost twice Gwen's age she'd maintained a truly outrageous figure. With her measurements stretching the tape at an impressively curvy 41-24-36, her husband called her his own bunny of the year. Although Gwen was proud of her own build, she had always hoped she might inherit her mother's figure more completely.

Gwen smiled and tried to keep the sudden tears of happiness from welling up in her own eyes at the reunion. "I wasn't sure when I'd get in, or even if I could, so I didn't want to get your hopes up for nothing."

"How long are you going to be home, honey?" she asked, brushing a stray strand of golden hair from her face.

"All week, Mom!" Bill jumped in happily.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Gwen inquired.

Carol looked back up to see the worry in her daughter's pretty face. "Oh, it's nothing really too troublesome, honey. It's just, well, I don't know where you're going to sleep."

"What?" she gasped, half-laughing. "Don't tell me I've been gone so long that you rented out my room?"

"Worse than that," Bill grinned, slipping past them to rummage in the refrigerator. "They made it into a sewing room."

Carol grabbed her daughter's hands in her own. "Now Gwen, don't get upset. It was so long since you'd been home, we figured that if you came back for a while we could rearrange things to give you a place to stay. We didn't change it into the sewing room until we found you weren't coming home for Christmas. If we'd known you were coming now..."

"That's okay, Mom. It's not that big of a deal! And I wrote and told you why I couldn't come home for Christmas." Gwen nodded thanks to her brother as he tossed her a can of cola from the fridge and dropped his tall frame onto a counter stool. For a second she was again struck by his uncanny resemblance to their father.

"It was a good chance for me to get some extra credit in my biology lab by helping the professor over the holidays. I knew I'd probably be able to get home for this Spring vacation week."

What she hadn't written to tell them was the work she did to get that extra credit had involved flying to the coast for the month's vacation with her professor for some private biology lessons at a lakeside cottage.

The first semester of college she'd done everything she could to shake the overwhelming presence of her father in her mind, but had been unable to, even after a succession of almost a dozen horny young lovers. A psychology-class lecture had given her the idea that it might be some kind of fixation with the image of an older man, so she had half-seduced, half-allowed herself to be seduced by her biology professor. But, even though for a man in his mid-forties he had been able to keep up with the hot young girl stroke for stroke the entire month, it had done no good. She realized then that it was only her father whom she yearned for, and no surrogate lover could take his place in her mind or her body.

"So anyway," her mother was saying, "your old room is pretty much crammed full now with boxes and old furniture and everything else that was in the way around the house. We moved your bed into Bill's room, and he's been using it as extra space to spread out his schoolwork and books."

Although she heard everything her mother had said, Gwen's mind locked only on the statement that her bed was now in her brother's room, and she suddenly felt weak in the knees. She coughed to clear her throat.

"Well, it's no problem then," she said, happy to hear she was able to keep the nervous quaver out of her voice. "I didn't come home to lock myself in a room all by myself. All I need is a place to sleep at night - you don't mind sharing your room with me at night, do you, Billy?" she asked.

Bill looked up at his sister, ready to give a flippant reply, although he really didn't care one way or the other, and then their eyes locked. Bill was stunned at what he thought he saw smoldering in his sister's eyes, and for the first time since she'd gotten home he really looked at her.

With Gwen dressed in a college t-shirt that fit boldly around her swelling breasts, Bill realized she wore no bra under it, her nipples lightly outlined in the dark material. Tight-fitting jeans molded to the curves of her hips and long, shapely legs, ending in dark, soft-leather boots with high heels. But his eyes kept flashing back up to her own bright blue ones, and the unmistakable message of sensuality there.

"I... uh... no problem..." he finally managed to croak out, then turned away from them and swallowed half his soda in one bolt to try and moisten his dry throat. Jesus, what am I thinking of! he thought wildly. My luck with girls has finally changed this last year of school now that I've gotten rid of that damn acne. What the hell am I getting excited about my own sister for, for crying out loud!

Gwen had seen the confusion in Bill's face, and then, watching his gaze suddenly shooting up and down her body, followed by his quickly turning away, told her all she needed to know. She grinned to herself - My little brother is horny, too! And Lord, does he ever look like our father!

Her father! Gwen suddenly turned back to her mother.

"Guess that's settled then. But where's Daddy? I thought he'd be home from work by now."

"He is, honey. He's working in the backyard." Carol walked over to the kitchen window and shouted out to the backyard. "Ken, honey? Can you come inside for a minute?"

She turned back and grinned at Gwen. "Here he comes - he's really going to be surprised to see you, honey. I think he's missed you more than anyone. You know how fathers are when their little girls go away!"

Gwen's heart skipped a beat at the news. She knew she was probably clutching at whatever straws she could get, but after the positive reaction from her brother, she was more firm than ever in her resolve to make it in the sack with her father.

She heard steps moving up onto the back porch, and then the kitchen door swung open and her father strolled in, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"Okay, what's the... Gwen?" He stopped and a wide smile split his handsome face. "Gwen, baby?"

Gwen could barely contain herself at his appearance. He had obviously been working in the backyard for some time, as he wore an old faded pair of blue jeans and work boots. He wore no shirt, and his hairy and muscular torso gleamed with sweat, deeply tanned by the sun. She glanced back and forth from father to son and it was like seeing twins with twenty years between them! Her father was still ruggedly handsome at 42 years old and, except for some slight thinning back on his forehead, still had a full head of sandy hair, while flashing the same deep-blue eyes he shared with both his children.

"Daddy! Oh, Daddy!" she suddenly cried and rushed across the short space to throw her arms around him, pressing her face to his sweaty chest. The musky, manly smell of his body filled her nostrils like perfume, and she knew there would never be anything about her father that she didn't like. She encircled his waist with her arms, squeezing tightly, holding on almost more to keep herself upright as her knees were shaking slightly, being so close to him. Being away for eight months had affected her feelings for him alright - whereas before she had been an infatuated little virgin, she was now a sexually experienced young lady who was more in love than ever with the thought of having her father make love to her.

Ken reached down and stroked his daughter's golden hair, his eyes watering just as his wife's had at first sight of their long- absent daughter.

He hooked a thumb under her chin and pulled her head up to face him, then kissed her gently on the forehead. "I've missed you, baby-doll," he grinned, squeezing her shoulders in his large hands.

"Oh, and I've missed you, too, Daddy," Gwen said, hugging him tightly. "I've missed you all," she added, turning to smile back at her mother and brother. "But now we've got a whole week to catch up on things."

The rest of the afternoon and evening were spent in loud conversation that often broke down into bursts of uncontrollable laughter as the family gathered around the dinner table to talk about things that had happened both at home and with Gwen at school in the long months since they'd last seen one another.

Gwen found herself at ease the whole time, so much to talk about that she was able to put aside her thoughts of seduction and just relax in the warm glow of her family's presence again.

But finally her father rose from the table and stretched, his body cracking slightly as he bent backward. "Ahhh, all this sitting and talking has worn me out more than working all day. I hate to retire so early, but I'm afraid you'll have to carry me to bed if I stay up any longer. You coming, Carol?"

"Yes," she replied, also rising from the table and starting to gather up the empty glasses they collected throughout the evening. "I'll be up in a minute."

"Great to have you home again, baby," Ken said as he leaned over Gwen's chair, again resting his hands on her shoulders. As he bent down to kiss her cheek goodnight, Gwen suddenly moved her head slightly and their lips met. Ken simply thought of it as a fatherly kiss, but to Gwen it was like an electric shock had shot up her spine as their lips brushed briefly.

"Goodnight, Daddy," she sighed as he moved back.

"'Night, baby, you sleep well. You, too, junior!" he grinned and tousled Bill's hair as he walked by his son's chair.

After their mother had also said goodnight, both brother and sister stayed up a few more hours, now talking over old secrets they remembered sharing when growing up, and Bill revealed a growing confidence with girls. Gwen had never seen him going out on a date the whole time she was living at home. But with the changes in his physical appearance had come a new confidence in himself that girls seemed to notice, and he had been making up for lost time.

Eventually both Gwen and Bill started to feel tired, and glancing at the old mantle clock Gwen was surprised to see it was only eleven.

"Been a busy day, so much happening that it seems to have lasted longer," Bill observed as they rose and headed up the stairs. "I feel worn-out."

When they entered his bedroom there was an awkward moment of silence as both of them contemplated the two beds, sitting only three feet away from each other at one side of the room.

"Uh," Bill cleared his throat, then went to the closet and pulled out a bathrobe, "I'll take my shower first, then you can have the bathroom after I'm finished."

"How come you always get to use the bathroom first?" she laughed, pulling off her boots and pretending to throw one at him. "Some things never change."

Bill grinned from around the door to the small bathroom he had to himself. His eyes once again ran over his sister's lush body, and he said quietly, "I don't know. I think some things change a lot."

Gwen lay back on the bed and listened as he started running the shower, then after a moment heard the door of the shower open and shut and the splash of water as he began to wash up.

All the repressed sexuality of her self-imposed celibacy suddenly burst on her as she realized that there was a virile young man totally nude in the room right next to her.

"To hell with subtlety!" she laughed aloud to herself. Pulling open one of her suitcases, she rummaged through the contents and pulled out a short terry-cloth robe. Quickly stripping off her clothing, she tied the short robe loosely around her waist. The hem came to a halt well up her shapely thighs, and by belting it loose and pulling back the shoulders, gave it a plunging open front, revealing the curve of her deep cleavage.

Pulling a brush out of her smaller bag, she used the inside of the darkened window as a mirror and brushed her flowing blonde hair into a shimmering mass of waves about her beautiful face.

Just then she heard the water stop and the shower door clang open. She sat on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs, facing the bathroom door. After a moment her brother walked into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist while he scrubbed at his wet hair with another.

"Okay, Sis, your turn. I think you've got about two minutes of hot water left in -" He suddenly stopped short, his mouth open wide as he saw her reclining on the bed. She took a deep breath and his eyes flitted back and forth from the half-hidden mounds of her swelling breasts to the display of her long slender legs. He thought he could catch a glimpse of a soft golden pelt between her thighs under the robe, but was too embarrassed to stare, and quickly turned his side to her as though moving toward the bureau.

"I don't think I'm going to take a shower tonight," Gwen sighed seductively, rising and walking to stand behind her brother. She reached up as she passed him and lightly ran her fingertips down his naked spine, then quickly darted into the bathroom and slammed the door. "Be out in a minute," she called.

Bill turned and stared at the closed bathroom door, his mind going in a hundred directions at once, but his cock moving in only one - up, long and hard. The towel around his waist began to tent out over his groin, and he looked down as if it were caused by something other than his own body.

Jesus! he thought. What the hell is going on? I've never seen a girl who looked like that - but she's my sister! What the hell am I thinking of?

He angrily whipped the towel from around his waist and stared at his throbbing erection, as if willing it to go down. But the huge inflamed cock still stuck out proud and strong, eight inches of hard male meat.

Bill quickly crawled into his bed, pulling the sheets up tightly around his neck. He could still feel the path her fingertips had trailed on his back. He was damned if that was a sisterly touch. But what else could it have been? Confused and upset with the strange situation, the teenaged boy rolled over onto his side, facing the window.

After a few minutes he heard the bathroom door open, then rolled back over as his sister walked in. He sucked in a sudden breath at the sight, for if anything Gwen now had her robe almost completely undone. Not knowing where to look, he stared at the bathroom door.

"I thought you said you weren't going to use the bathroom," he tried to joke.

"I only said I wasn't going to take a shower, silly," Gwen smiled, leaning over to pull down the sheets on her bed. The motion made her robe ride up the back of her firm thighs and Bill was treated to a view of the delectable bottoms of her firm buttocks only two feet from his face.

"What-" he croaked, coughed, and tried again. "What else is there to do in a bathroom?"