Phyllis Baxter - A loving family

Tom laughed, but both parents were beginning to feel strangely subdued at the realization of what relative strangers their children would be after three years separation.

"You know darling," Tom mused, "the kids are probably as close to each other as we are. We have the perfect ready-made family and it's well past time for us to start living… making up for the lost years."

"We will, Tom," the beautiful young mother said with sincere confidence. "We still have a few years left with our kids before they fly the nest, and I know they're going to be the fullest, happiest years of our lives."

Linda giggled as she heard the masculine footsteps resounding on the hardwood floor in the hall outside her room. She knew it was her younger cousin Paul and at any moment he would burst into her room without knocking to try to con her out of a few dollars to tide him over until they received their next month's allowance.

There was plenty of time for the pretty fifteen year old blonde to have slipped on a robe when she heard Paul's footsteps, but she mischievously elected to remain as she was, propped on her bed wearing nothing more than tiny bikini panties. She would enjoy watching his embarrassed expression when he realized she was undressed.

To Linda's surprise and amazement, he knocked.

"Who is it?" she purred coyly. Blossoming into womanhood, Linda was aware of her young cousin's furtive stares at her upthrust cleavage and other intimate parts of her body. She unashamedly used her ample sex appeal on her cousin, prancing her charms on him while at the same time fascinated by his good looks and lithe physique. It was good practice for enticing other young men, she thought.

"Well who the hell do you think it is, dummy!" came Paul's impatient reply from the other side of the door. "It's me!"

"Who's 'me'?" the blonde teased. She could picture him squirming outside the door and could not suppress the temptation to extend her little game with him as long as possible.

"Oh, come on, Linda!" the handsome thirteen year old boy replied. "I'm in a hurry."

"Well then why are you standing outside the door?" she said. "It's not locked."

Paul caught himself just as his hand reached for the doorknob; he was on to his irrepressible cousin's tricks by now after living with her for the past three years. "Are you dressed, Lind?" he asked with a long suffering sigh.

"Why don't you open the door and see for yourself?" she teased, delighted with his obvious irritation.

"Get your clothes on, Goddamnit! I have to talk to you." Linda could tell by the sound of his voice that she had carried on long enough. He actually sounded upset, which wasn't at all like the usually good-natured boy. "Oh, all right," she said, reaching for the filmy robe and hastily covering her nakedness. "Come on in."

"Very funny," he said, opening the door hesitantly at first, and then seeing that she was at least partly covered, entered the room to throw himself down on a chair. Paul looked older than his thirteen years. He had inherited his mother's coloring and his father's tall build; even at thirteen, the tall, dark lad was classically handsome. He was athletically inclined and moved with cat-like grace, yet the greatest part of his charm was the fact that he was totally unaware of his sexual appeal, and Linda knew that beneath his dashing good looks, Paul was actually very shy. She wondered idly if he'd ever had a date or kissed a girl. In truth, Linda loved her cousin very deeply. They had grown very close while their parents were in South America and they'd been living almost as brother and sister with their grandparents.

"All right, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I was just kidding. What's so important?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you before Grandma gets back. She'll probably make the big announcement at dinner tonight so…"

"I won't be here for dinner," his cousin interrupted. "Have a date with Kenny Meyer, but, go ahead… what is it?"

"Well, you know your dad and my mom will be coming back to the States in a few days and we're going to move."

"In the first place, Paul," Linda said calmly, "it's no longer my dad and your mom… they're both our parents… you should start getting used to that. And in the second place, of course we'll be moving. You didn't expect us to stay here with Grandma, did you?"

"No," the tall youth replied, "but I sort of figured we would be staying here in Texas. Your dad… uh… I mean our dad… bought a ranch in Colorado!"

"What!" Linda's blue eyes widened in surprise. "How do you know? Dad never said anything to me about it!"

"I heard Grandma talking; it's supposed to be a surprise. It really sounds pretty good, once you get used to it, Linda. Up in the mountains… horses… lakes…" Paul looked hopefully at his new sister. He knew she wouldn't like the idea of moving and wanted to give her plenty of time to adjust to the new turn of events before their parents arrived. Although Paul loved his cousin and considered her his best friend in the world, he thought she could be sort of a bitch at times, and the last thing he wanted was for his mother's homecoming to be marred by Linda's resentment.

"Well," she said angrily, "they're just full of surprises, aren't they?" Surprisingly, Paul had taken the news about his father's death and his mother's marriage to his uncle much better than his older cousin. Although Linda was very close to her Aunt Jean, now her new mother, she couldn't help but feel a little resentment at her father's decision to marry her without even consulting his own daughter. Fortunately, Linda was mature enough to realize that her confused emotions over the situation were the result of normal feminine possessiveness and the fact that she and Paul would be brother and sister instead of cousins was more than adequate compensation for her mild jealousy. But moving to Colorado! That was something else!

"That's not fair!" she complained bitterly. "It sounds so isolated, so far away. There probably won't be any other kids around. I don't want to be cut off from all my fun just when I'm getting rolling!"

"You don't have to worry, Linda," Paul said with sincere admiration. "With the kind of body you have, you won't be lonesome!"

His cousin gave him an appreciative smile as she bounded from the bed to rummage through the chaos of her room to dress for her date. She certainly was a delicious piece of girl-flesh, Paul thought with some pride as he watched her full breasts jiggling beneath the flimsy robe she wore. Her long blonde hair hung down straight and sleek all the way to her tapered waist and Paul could see the twin mounds of her rounded buttocks move enticingly with every step she took. The young boy couldn't help feeling a pang of envy for the boy she was dating. Her long graceful legs tapered beautifully toward her crotch, visible between the open robe and her sheer panties showed the sparse blonde fuzz surrounding the opening of her vagina. The thirteen-year-old boy sucked in his breath at her girlish beauty and wondered if he was thinking dirty about his cousin. He couldn't help it… she was beautiful… and sexy. The thought flashed across his mind whether or not her body was like his mother's. He remembered her well enough, but he'd never paid any attention to her body.

He smiled wickedly from his point of observation. "What are you and Kenny going to do tonight?" he asked. "I mean, before you go to the old highway to park…"

"Dinner, I guess," Linda answered, turning her back to her cousin to slip on her bra.

Paul couldn't help laughing as he watched Linda struggling to fit her full young breasts into the lacy bra. "I don't know why you bother with those things, Linda, you don't need them."

"Oh how do you know!" the pert blonde teenager retorted, grinning back at her cousin. She went to her closet and pawed through the clothes hanging inside. Then turning to face him, she said more seriously, "I mean it, Paul… I really can't think of a more horrid place to live than a crummy old ranch! You love all that stuff, but I need more… activities." Paul eyed the fifteen-year-old girl. He knew what she was referring to by "activities". Linda discussed sex openly with him and he felt happy that she trusted him, but he was a little jealous of her obviously superior knowledge about sex. "There's got to be a town or something nearby," he offered. He knew that her chances for sex were much better than his. She always dated older guys, and although Paul didn't like most of the boys she went out with, he tried to keep it to himself. Linda was physically mature, but had a girlish sense of humor that appealed to most guys. His only chance, he felt, was to score with some of the younger girls in school, but compared with his beautiful cousin, nobody else could even come close. Besides, he reasoned, around here a guy too young to drive just didn't stand a chance. Maybe up in Colorado things would be different…!