"Not far now, son." Mary Tolan smiled at her son as he drove their battered station wagon. "I'm almost glad the hurricane hit the college. At least this way you get a week off and can come with me."
Pete glanced across at her. "I'm glad, too, Mom. I mean, when was the last time you had a holiday?"
Mary made a face. "Probably before your dad was killed. We came here then, remember?"
"Sure do, Mom. I guess Jenny will be pretty well grown up now."
"She's eighteen tomorrow. I should imagine she's a young woman.
"It was all freckles and braces then, Mom. I think we can expect some changes." she was a good-looking kid, so what will she be like as an adult? Pete was looking forward to finding out.
He was looking forward to the week's holiday, too. His mom had managed to get some time off work, the college was doing some repair work after hurricane damage and the students had been told to get lost for a week. Not only that, but they were going to stay with his Aunt Carol and Uncle John and their daughter, his cousin Jennynifer. Pete and Jenny even had the same birthday, but whereas Jenny was eighteen tomorrow, Pete was nineteen. He hadn't seen his cousin for four years now.
It was dusk as they turned in at the gateway to the horse ranch John Kelly owned. Lights were on in the house. The Kelly family must have been watching, because all three of them came out onto the porch as Pete stopped the car beside the house.
Mary Tolan stepped from the car and into her sister's embrace. Carol Kelly would have been the double of her sister, but for the short-cropped hair where Mary's was long. "Good to see you, sis," said Carol. "It's been too long."
Mary moved from her sister's embrace into her brother-in-law's. John gave her a fierce hug and a kiss on the cheek. Releasing her, he turned to Pete, holding out his hand. Pete took it and waited as his uncle gave him a once-over.
John grinned. "You're looking good, Peter."
"You, too, Uncle John. Aunt Carol," he said, moving into his aunt's hug.
"Welcome, Peter," she said.
At last Pete turned to his cousin. "Hi, Jenny."
"Hi, Peter," she said, with a warm smile. I'll give you a hand with the bags," she said. Passing bags, and some parcels, Pete was able to take stock. To say there had been changes in his cousin was putting it mildly. The skinny tomboy he remembered from four years ago had been replaced by a beautiful young woman. The freckles were still there, but just a dusting across her nose and cheeks. The carrot hair had muted to a dark red that glowed in the lamplight in the hallway. But the biggest change brought a thickening to his prick and he prayed his erection wouldn't get too big before he could do something about it, because from the looks of it, his cousin had a slender body as beautiful as her face.
"We've made some changes since you were here last," said Carol as they finished bringing the bags indoors, "and some of them aren't finished. Jenny has moved into the other wing, taking her music with her," she said with a scowl at her daughter, who just grinned. "We're redecorating some of the rooms, but they're not ready yet. It's not a problem, because the guest room next to ours is ready for you, Mary. Pete can have the spare room next to Jenny's."
"Come on, Pete, I'll show you," said Jenny. She led the way upstairs and around the corner to an airy corridor. Four doors on the right, two long windows on the left, high, no view. She opened the first door. "My room," she said. "Next one's the bathroom, then yours. Last one's a closet. Both bedrooms have their own door into the bathroom, which is big. You'll see in a moment. Come on, into your room." She led the way.
"I've cleared closet space for you," said Jenny, "but there are still some of my clothes in here. I'll need to be in and out occasionally. You okay with that?"
"Long as you knock," Pete said with a grin, an answering grin appearing on her pretty face. She opened the bathroom door. As she had said, it was big. Tub, shower - big shower - vanity, basin, toilet, plenty of room between. Across the room, another door stood ajar, a bedroom visible. Jenny gestured.
"My room," she said. "Pete, if you need to use the bathroom at night, make sure you put the light on. There are no bolts on the doors, so if the light's on at night I'll know not to barge in. During the day, I'll knock. Okay? That way no one gets a surprise they don't expect."
"Fine," said Pete.
"I'll leave you now. Dinner's in ten minutes. See you downstairs."
The meal was pleasant. John Kelly sat at one end of the table, his wife and sister-in-law at each hand, Pete was next to his Aunt Carol, Jenny opposite. Conversation was light, mostly concerned with catching up on family matters.
"It's your birthday tomorrow, the two of you. We can go to the early church service. Any plans after that? We'll have dinner together, of course, but otherwise the day is yours," said John Kelly to the two teenagers.
"Go for a ride? It must be ages since you were on a horse," said Jenny, looking across at Pete.
"It is. Last time we visited, in fact. Yes, that would be good."
"Riding?" said her father. "Okay. We'll get up early, get to church for eight. Be finished by nine-thirty and you should be away by ten. Dinner at seven, okay?"
"Sounds good, Dad," said Jenny. "Okay with you, Pete?"
"Fine."
The rest of the evening passed in pleasant relaxation. By common consent, everyone was in bed by ten-thirty. Pete lay for a while, listening to bathroom noises as Jenny got ready. A soft 'goodnight' from her, then stillness. Night noises. Finally, Pete allowed himself to think about his cousin. Man, she is hot. Love to see her naked, but diddly-squat chance of that. Pete grinned in the darkness. I've got a good imagination. His hand went down and began to lightly stroke his prick ...
Breakfast passed in a blur of greetings. They'd agreed to leave any present-giving until dinner, but Pete got a kiss from his Mom, his Aunt Carol, and - not wanting to be left out - Jenny. For a change, church was fun, sitting next to a good-looking girl, getting the eye from some of her friends, the sermon actually interesting. Jenny introduced him to some people, mostly school friends and neighbours, but by nine-fifty they were back at the ranch.
Pete went to change into more suitable clothes and was standing in his boxers when there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Pete, it's Jenny. I need some clothes. Can I come in?"
"Just a second," he said, pulling on his jeans. Still bare-chested, he opened the bathroom door and felt his jaw drop. Jenny was just in bra and panties, barefoot. Simple, pastel-coloured, a light pink, the garments did little to conceal her loveliness. She grinned at him.
"Thanks, Pete." She dived into the closet, emerging with jeans and a pair of riding boots. She gave him a sunny smile and was gone, leaving the vision burned onto his retina. His cousin was a knockout in her underwear. Naked? He could only imagine, but he knew she'd be sensational. He shook his head and continued dressing.
Half an hour later they topped out on the ridge above the ranch, pausing there to enjoy the view. The ranch sprawled below them. Jenny pointed. "We'll head out that way." She glanced across at him and Pete had a feeling there was someting she wasn't telling him. Maybe later.
They rode for a while until they came to a meadow. In a pocket, there was a stream playing and a pool where some boulders partly dammed the outflow to the valley below. Jenny pointed. "I built those rocks up. Makes the pool deep enough to swim. I come up here sometimes." She giggled. "No one ever comes, so I skinny-dip." She glanced across at Pete. "Lunch?"
Pete nodded. "Yeah, I'm hungry. What have we got?"
Plenty, was the answer. Chicken sandwiches, potato salad, fruit, a thermos of coffee, potato chips. They made their way towards the pool, picketed the horses on some lush grass and there was mostly silence for a while as they ate. Eventually, the debris went back into saddle-bags and the two teenagers sat back, relaxed.
"Trick or treat?" said Jenny suddenly.
"Of course, it's Halloween! Okay, cousin witch, treat."
