Paul Mall: The Tough Get Coming

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 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.