Her education at Gracely House unleashed desires that Gwen had never known.
Shortly after returning home to Markham Hall, she felt alone and increasingly horny.
She tried to satisfy herself with her fingers in bed or in the woods, but that was only a temporary solution. Her desire for the hard thrusting of a man between her legs was growing.
Thus it was with surging hormones and above-average curiosity that she knocked at her mother's bedroom door. "Come to my room at 10 o'clock," Mrs. Markham said at breakfast that morning. "I'll be waiting for you."
Gwen knocked, uncertain what awaited.
She heard her mother's voice. "Come in."
Turning the knob and pushing inward, she could see nothing. She closed the door and stepped fully into the room. As she did, the first thing she saw wasn't her mother; it was her brother Thad, two years her senior.
He stood facing her, completely naked. His prick stood up proudly and was so red that it had obviously been stimulated just before she arrived.
It's the 4th of July in DC. We're picnicking on the Virginia shoreline waiting for nightfall and the fireworks to start. I'm wearing a pair of running shorts and a tank top and you're simply in a sundress and panties. As we lounge on the grass your hem keeps riding up your long legs and I have to constantly avert my eyes so I won't get too turned on.
You ask my why I seem so preoccupied with everything but you. I respond that you are all I'm thinking of but I must look elsewhere so that my hard-on doesn't get to obvious. You smile and say that now you understand.