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?'
'Well, you've got a dirty little mind!' she giggled, turning to face him with hands on hips. 'I was doing woman-
