'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 4124-36, 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, softleather 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
