The Crawfords Part 1
Amy
Amy looked down at her hands as she sat in the back of the Uber that was taking her to her childhood home. A home she had been away from for over a year. It had been her first year in college, and yet she felt like she had failed. She had decided to take a break from school, but was still disappointed in her less then stellar start to her entry into adulthood. Amy had made it through that first year of school, but just by the skin of her teeth.
The nineteen year old arrived at her childhood home and her father came down the walkway to greet her. Her father and her eighteen year old brother still lived in the house she had grown up in. She loved the house she had grown up in. The place still looked brand new. Her father took very well care of not just the house, but the entire property.
She looked up ate her father's house. It had been painted the previous year and still looked like a brand new home. The beautiful home is a split level with five large bedrooms on a large two acre lot. He had also built a three bedroom cottage at the end of the lot to the south and west. Connecting the main house to the cottage, her father had added a pretty stone walk to the. Many plants of various varieties he'd planted to give the path a sort of hidden feel. Her father had often talked of adding a pool, but as of yet had not made it happen.
The front yard was his pride and joy and she made sure to make a comment about it. Completely encircled with huge standing fence made for his plants to give the house complete privacy. The entire frond yard was like a huge private garden. It was shaded, covered with exotic plants and felt to Amy like a very special place. "Dad, your yard is incredible. Have you made changes on the inside as well?"
"Working on it. I remodeled the kitchen, fixed Rob's room up by expanding his closet. I turned Franklin's old room into a sort of Den and office. The fourth and fifth rooms are basically empty. I did keep Franklin's furniture in the cottage just in case. Your old room I just finished last night. I made sure to make it nice for you. I bought you a brand new dresser, and I also had your room professionally cleaned. Also a new bed." Amy leaned into her father and hugged him as Amy saw Rob come out the front door from the corner of her eye. "Thanks dad. I am sorry. I feel like a failure. I promise to get a job very soon."
Rob leaned in and grabbed Amy from behind giving her a big hug catching her off guard. "Oomf" was all she was able to say as he squeezed her tightly. Pulling herself free she turned to him and said, "Jesus Rob, when did you get so strong?"
A big grin on his face, "Hey..., I ain't a kid anymore."
All three laughed and then her father took her hand and said to his only daughter, "No rush, Amy. Plenty of time. Get your bearings. I think I can afford to support you for awhile." That said with a wink and a smile as she knew her father was very rich. "I am sorry you have struggled this year. Remember I did not get my Bachelors until I was twenty-eight..."
Amy leaned into her father as Rob headed back into the house, "Thanks Dad. You are the best and I love you." The young woman stood on her tiptoes and kissed her very tall father on his cheek. She might be mistaken, but she thought she might have felt something hard against her leg.
Must have been my imagination
, she thought.
The three went into the house and Amy headed to her old bedroom. Her father had replaced her old twin bed with a nice four poster queen bed. It was incredible. It had a silk canopy, trimmed with white lace. The canopy had ties so that one could actually encase the bed completely if a person was a mind to. The dresser was beautiful, an oak masterpiece that must have cost a bundle. Her suitcases brought in she began to unpack, her mind running through what she would be doing for the next little while. She thought to herself,
I must make myself useful around here
.
Amy is a dark haired girl a bit on the thin side. Five feet eight inches tall, some would call her skinny, her legs and arms only beginning to become well defined. A pretty girl who did not know how pretty she was. Amy had a tendency to dress to hide her best attributes and rarely wore make-up. Thin lips with a patrician nose but pretty blue eyes. Amy has medium length lustrous hair, her best feature other then her very round and sexy ass.
Rob noticed that his sister seemed sad. She had always been a serious girl, but she seemed overly sad now. He thought to himself
that school had not been good for her
. Which in his mind was a big surprise. She had always been an excellent student where Rob had just barely gotten by in school. There was something about her sadness that stirred something in him. He was not sure what. He lay back on his bed thinking about what it was going to like have her around again. For some reason he felt a stirring of something. He dismissed as a memory from a TV show he had watched the evening previous. A show about a sexy sister.
Michael, Amy's father, was excited about the changes he was making to his home. His wife had left him while his two youngest kids were in their early teens. Franklin his oldest was nineteen at the time. He was now twenty-five and married. As for his ex wife, Michael thought a lot about her. She had been a good mom and still stayed in touch with Amy and Robert. Why she had left was complicated. Since the time that his wife had left, he had spent a lot of time working and making sure his kids were okay. It was nice to do something just for himself. To improve his familie's living space.
Tall at six feet five inches Michael towered over his younger two children who took after their mother in their physical appearance. Franklin on the other had is a couple of inches over six feet tall and looked more like his father. The two youngest had their mother's facial features, especially their mother's eyes. Except that Robert was built like his father, but shorter at five feet ten inches tall.
His oldest son Franklin was doing well for himself. He decided to skip college and went to a trade school to be an automobile mechanic. He had a good job, the head mechanic in a shop. He still stopped by occasionally to visit his father and brother, but as his apartment was an hour away, he did not come by as often. He was thinking of Franklin as he headed to the cottage that he had built at the back of the acre and half property he had bought twenty years earlier. The main house on the street the nearest neighbor a quarter mile away. He had some cleaning to do.
Michael was a contractor, but had been so successful over the years that he had started his own company. He had projects all over Northern Nevada. But Micheal had let his personal life become his work. He just did not have the energy, or the time to find another relationship. That is what he told himself anyway. He also knew that he was not a normal man. His sexual proclivities had chased his wife away, so he feared at trying to find another relationship.
The first few days Amy tried to fit back into the life around her old home. But the truth was she felt strange. Out of sorts. Her room was nice enough, and her father was being especially nice to her. Even her brother seemed to be glad to have her around. Which was weird. As far as she seemed to remember, Robert cared very little about his older sister.
Before she had left she often would walk around the house in nothing but shorts and a shirt, not even a bra as her small breasts hardly needed one. But now she noticed her nipples would get hard at the most inconvenient times. Because of these strange feelings she started wearing pants and a bra. One of the reasons she had not done as well at her college as she would have liked, was that she was overly shy around the opposite sex. She was sexually frustrated around all the good looking college students, and even some of the professors. She was lonely and horny. Almost all the time.
Michael
It had been a couple weeks since Amy had moved back in. "Can I ask you a question Amy?" She was in the kitchen over the stove cooking breakfast. She had gotten into the habit, since her return, of making breakfast for her father and her brother. She responded to her father, "What's that Dad?"
