Incest/Taboo The Lancaster Twins

All characters are at least 18 years of age.

The twins Jennifer and Jackson Lancaster had just turned 18. They lived on a farm and had always been close - but, of course, not in a sexual way! - being relatively isolated and having no other siblings, they were best friends, besides being brother and sister. Being twins, they had that "mystique" that lots of twins have - they seemed to be able to read each other's thoughts at times. For instance, Jennifer had been in a minor auto accident once and Jackson, several miles away, sensed that something was wrong. These kinds of things happened frequently. The twins didn't think much about it, assuming this was just a natural phenomenon.

The twins' parents, Tom and Shana, were very proud of the teenagers. They owned a two hundred acre beef cattle farm and the twins had always been willing to pitch in to make sure all the chores were done. Tom worked full time on the farm and Shana taught English at the local high school. It was difficult to get all the farm work done and they wondered how they would make it once the twins went off to college.

Jennifer (called Jenny or Jen by those close to her) and Jackson (called Jack or Jackie by his close acquaintances) had been straight A students at the local high school from which they had just graduated. They had celebrated their 18th birthday a couple of months before graduation. Now it was summer. No school, but plenty of farm work.

Jackson was well over 6 feet tall and weighed nearly 200 pounds. He had sandy, brown hair, brown eyes, and had a nice, lean physique. His chest, arms, and legs were well-muscled from working on the farm. He was well-tanned from working outside, but had a naturally dark complexion. He was extremely handsome and was very popular with the girls at school. He was fairly shy, however, and hadn't been on many dates. Their parents had always taken them to church and when Tom had had "the sex talk" with Jackson, he had told him that it was better "morally" not to have sex before marriage, but that it wasn't a mortal sin that would send you to hell on a bobsled. Still, it could cause all kinds of problems, particularly if it resulted in pregnancy. Tom was very clear that whether to have sex was Jackson's decision, but that he must act responsibly, no matter what. Jackson bought into whatever his father said. He admired his dad for the fair way he had always treated them and the way he approached life's problems.

Jennifer was gorgeous, one of the prettiest girls in the entire county, but she was painfully shy. She was tall, 5-11, with shoulder length dark brown hair, which she usually kept in a pony tail, brown eyes, with a dark complexion, long, strong, yet slender and shapely legs and magnificent breasts, 32-C, which she had inherited from her mother. Her slender body made her breasts look even bigger. Boys, and men, couldn't help but stare, if she ever wore anything that showed any hint of how sexy her young body was. Jennifer knew that boys found her attractive. They were constantly asking her out, but she wouldn't go. She was so introverted that she had actually been referred to the school counselor. She had few friends and the ones that she did have were, like her, known as nerds. When she went to school, or anywhere in public, she wore clothes that would detract from her shapely body, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She sometimes wore glasses, though she didn't need them, to make her look more studious, hoping to avoid attention, particularly from boys.

It wasn't that Jennifer wasn't attracted to boys. She was, and she had the same normal sexual urges that teenage girls have. She masturbated, but not frequently. She liked to put it off, thinking of it as a special treat to herself. She liked her body and was, secretly, proud of it. She knew that one day, in the distant future, that she would meet a man, fall in love with him and present her luscious, virginal body, to him. That was the ideal that she had been taught, and it was her plan. She often examined herself in the mirror, admiring her large, perfect breasts. Despite their size, they had no sag, whatsoever. Her pink nipples pointed upward at an angle, as if they were small antennae.

She had seen her mother's on a few occasions and even in her late 30's, Shana's breasts still did not sag, and her nipples looked as if they could cut glass. Jennifer imagined how her Dad must love playing with them and whatever else men did with women's breasts. It made her blush to think about it, but it still excited her and often was fodder for masturbation. Her mom had talked to Jennifer about sex many times and had told Jennifer that masturbation was normal and healthy and that, if she did it, she should not feel guilty - that it was far better than having sex, which could lead to all kinds of problems. Despite her bashfulness and puritanical outlook on life, Jennifer rarely felt guilty when she masturbated - and that was only when forbidden thoughts of her twin brother or her father entered her mind. She tried not to think about such things, but sometimes she couldn't help it and those times led to her best orgasms.

Jennifer's and Jackson's father, Tom, was a quarter Cherokee. His skin was a reddish-brown hue and his hair and eyes were very black. He had worked on the farm all his life and was muscular in a natural way. He was very handsome; he was smart; he was kind; and he was well-respected. He was a Deacon at church and was widely respected in the community. His wife, Shana, and his children, honored and adored him.

Once, only a few days previously, she had been in the hay loft moving some hay bales around to clean out a spot to put newer bales. She heard someone in the lower level of the barn and had kneeled down, peeking through a crack in the loft flooring to see who it was. To her shock, it was her Dad, taking a leak. She could clearly see his penis, which to her eyes, looked immense. She knew she should not continue to look, but she couldn't stop, even though she was practically paralyzed with fear that he might see her. When he had finished and had walked outside, she realized that her panties were wet and that she was extremely turned on. She pulled her shorts and panties down and, laying on the hay, masturbated thinking about what she had just seen. That was the penis that had shot sperm into her mother's sexy young body and fertilized the eggs that resulted in her, Jennifer, and her fraternal twin brother Jackson. For whatever reason, that thought set her young body on fire. From that point on, that thought, or the thought of what her Dad's cock (it was so naughty to think of that word!) looked like. She liked to imagine what her mother did with that cock (there that naughty word was again!). She hoped to have other occasions to spy on her well-hung father.

Their mother, Shana, was a statuesque blue-eyed blonde. She still had the figure of a young woman, with large, D-cup breasts and a small waist. She was tall and had played basketball in high school, as Jennifer did. She was still a head turner, no matter where she went. Even her male students thought she was hot and many had flirted with her, even propositioned her, down through the years. Shana had had many opportunities to cheat on her husband, and had been tempted, but she loved her family and wasn't about to put her family and lifestyle at risk for sex.

Jackson was in love with his sister. He knew it was wrong, but he could not help himself. Not only had they shared everything all their lives and were best friends, but when they had reached near-adulthood, everything had changed. He started having urges that he had never had before. Of course he knew what they were. He and Dad had talked about it. They taught sex education at school, too. But his sister was suddenly a goddess to him. He had always known she was pretty, but now she had developed. She wasn't flat-chested anymore. Her boobs were fairly large for an eighteen year old girl and he could not keep his eyes off of them. Her legs developed curves. Her waist was skinny, but her hips and chest flared. Her face was absolutely gorgeous. He longed to kiss her like they used to when they played "house" as small children.

Jennifer was careful, in public, to never wear clothing that enhanced or accentuated her body. Blouses and dresses that she wore never revealed cleavage and were not tight. She still looked attractive, but she never wanted to dress "slutty" as some of her acquaintances did. At home, she had to be more practical. Her shirts and shorts were often tight-fitting and sometimes her shorts tended to be very short. Her mother had been known to insist that she get rid of some older shorts because she had outgrown them. Still, she didn't feel that she had to dress as conservatively around her family. She had to work on the farm, so she usually wore denim, cut-off shorts or basketball shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Sometimes, on a hot day, she would tie the lower portion of her shirt into a knot, revealing her flat, tanned stomach. She was unaware of how her brother and even her Dad noticed her naturally sexy body.

She and Jack had large bedrooms, upstairs in the big farm house. Both bedrooms had a door leading into the bathroom that they shared. There were locks on both sides of both doors. From the time Jennifer started developing, she knew that she should never allow her brother to see her naked. Still, he was her twin, and she felt no shame if he saw her when she was dressed for bed, or even in various stages of undress in front of him as they shared the bathroom. She always wore an old tee shirt, one that Jackson or her dad had discarded, and panties to bed. Because she was well-endowed, the tee shirt usually barely came below her panties when she was standing. On occasion, Jackson could catch a glimpse of the bottom of her panties when she was brushing her teeth. She also sometimes did her hair or put on her makeup, dressed only in a bra, from the waist up. The sight of his sister's wealth of cleavage was enough to make Jackson's young cock harden. She was aware that Jackson found her attractive, but she had no idea how he lusted for her young body. It would have shocked her to know how he looked forward to seeing her in various stages of undress. Of course she locked the door if she were going to be naked or taking a shower.

Jackson respected his sister's privacy. As tempting as it was to try to spy on her, to see more of her luscious body, he didn't do so. He didn't, however, bother to lock the door that led from the bathroom into her room when he showered. He knew that she wouldn't come in if she heard the water running unless she needed to use the bathroom. The shower door was translucent, so she couldn't have seen anything anyway; but he wasn't as hung up on modesty as she was.

Just about any interaction with Jen (as he called her) made Jackson horny. He would lock both doors into his room, take his pants down and play with his very impressive young cock. He was very proud of how it had grown over the years. By the time he was 18, at last measurement, it was almost 9 inches long and was thicker than most boys he had noticed in the showers at school. He was no exhibitionist, but he knew he had nothing of which to be ashamed. Even the black boys didn't appear to be hung any better than him - and most of them were smaller. He would imagine his sister naked, or even doing something sexual with him, and would shoot long ropes of white-hot cum high into the air over his bed. He was very proud of how far he could shoot his cum and how much of it there was. He imagined his sister watching him, or even helping him. He was also proud of how many times he could masturbate. Unlike his sister, who tried to go as long as she could without masturbating, he did it every time the notion struck him. His record was 8 times in one day, but he went a couple of days after that without doing it at all. He had been trying for ten.

Jackson and Jennifer had a tiny secret. It was not something that they really mentioned to their parents, or even talked about with each other. If there was spare time between chores and other activities, the twins liked to take walks together. There was about 30 acres of woods on their farm, through which a creek ran. It had never been cleared to grow crops because of the numerous flat rocks throughout the area. It was fairly useless land except to allow cattle to roam and eat whatever vegetation was available. The twins had always loved playing hide and seek in these woods. There was a steep hill that was ideal for hiking. The many times that they had climbed the hill had aided in developing the muscles in their strong, tanned legs.

The secret was what they called "our place". They never mentioned it to anyone but each other. It was a "twin" thing, they agreed, to rationalize what might be considered the inordinate amount of time they liked to be together, by themselves. To get to this location required them to crest the steep hill and descend the opposite side down to a thicket, through which the creek ran. There was a large, flat rock in the creek. By wading a few feet, the twins could sit on the rock and dangle their feet into the crisp, cold water. It was totally hidden. Even if someone were to be in the area, which was doubtful because of its relative inaccessibility, they would be heard by the twins. This was what the twins called "our place". When one of them had a problem, whether minor or major, he or she would suggest, "Let's walk to our place" and the other would oblige. They would walk the path from the house, then, when out of sight, would often hold hands. They would talk over whatever problem was bothering them as they walked or as they sat at their place, their feet dangling in the cold water. It felt intimate, even though they would not have used that word.

A ritual had begun to develop through their teen years whenever the twins visited their special place. Neither of the twins could say for sure how it began, but it involved Jennifer sitting on the rock, Jackson behind her, his legs splayed around her, massaging her shoulders. Jackson loved it because it was an excuse to be physically close to his sister, her perfect ass between his legs and his hands rubbing her back and shoulders. Jennifer always seemed to enjoy it and would sometimes make little mewls of pleasure when he massaged her shoulders. These sounds Jackson would hold in his memory for his masturbation sessions. Their visits to their special place often fueled his fantasies as he jerked himself off, then lay kissing his pillow, pretending it was his sister.

As these rituals evolved over time, Jackson's hands began to roam over more of her luscious body than just her back and shoulders. By the time the twins were out of high school, Jackson would rub her shoulders, her back, and then one hand would sneak around her and rub her tummy through her shirt. Jennifer liked this, especially when it was her time of the month and her tummy would hurt. She even allowed him to raise her shirt and rest his big hand on her tummy. It felt so good and she felt safe with her brother. She loved the way he took care of her.

Then one day, as he had fantasized doing for months, Jackson moved his hands surreptitiously from Jennifer's lower back, along her sides, and to the sides of her breasts. For the first time ever, alarm bells went off in Jennifer's mind. What was he doing? Was her brother actually trying to touch her breasts? This could not be allowed! Could it? His hands were simultaneously rubbing the very sides and back of her bra-encased boobs. Nobody had ever touched her breasts. What would it feel like? Could she allow him to do more? Perhaps she'd just wait and see what he was up to.

Jackson's hands, almost imperceptibly, moved forward. He could feel her bra through the cloth of the tee shirt that she wore. He knew that he was not really feeling of her breasts - that there was a lot of material between his sneaky fingers and her actual tit-flesh - but still, this was extremely arousing to be this close to his gorgeous sister's lovely breasts.

As his hands made their slow progress around the sides of her breasts, Jennifer no longer had any doubt what he was doing. 'It's just curiosity,' she thought. 'He is no more experienced than me. Should I let him feel of them?' She was very nervous and uncomfortable with what he was doing, but she was also curious. His hands were now very close to encasing her breasts in his palms. Then he did it. He grasped them, his hands now squeezing, ever so lightly, his sister's breasts, albeit through the cloth of a tee shirt and a bra.

She immediately pulled his hands off of her and said, vehemently, "No, Jack! I'm your sister. Don't do that!" She jumped off the rock and stood in the shallow water.

Jackson was unprepared for her outburst. She had rarely ever raised her voice in anger to him; he never wanted to do anything that displeased her. "I'm sorry, Jen. I am. I just got carried away," he said. He looked down, his feelings hurt a bit.

Jennifer took his hands in hers and smiled. "Let's go back. We have chores before supper."

That, however, wasn't the end of it. This new ritual took on a life of its own, with its own unspoken rules. Jennifer soon came to anticipate this new element of their "walks", as they called them, euphemistically. At first she dreaded it and tried to think of ways to tell him that he was to never touch her that way. But the truth was that it felt amazing. Even though she never allowed him to just sit and massage them, even a short squeeze sent electric impulses of pure pleasure through her body. She knew that every guy wanted to feel of her boobs - that was just natural - but she imagined that if she went on a date and a guy did that, it meant that he expected more, and she just was not ready for that at all. She knew that her brother was safe. He didn't expect anything from her. She was in control. He wasn't forcing her into anything and he never whined or complained when she (reluctantly, she had to admit to herself) took his hands and held them in her lap, telling him "no" in this silent, loving way.

Now the twins were out of high school. They loved summer because they could take frequent "walks" between chores. One day, Jennifer had been working in the garden, gathering tomatoes, cucumbers, and squash. She had a washtub full of fresh veggies that she sat on the back porch. She knew her mother would make her get cleaned up later and go with her to distribute to people in the neighborhood who didn't have a garden. This was something she loved to do, so she looked forward to it. Jackson had been bush-hogging an area that was overgrown near the back of the place. The tractor had broken down and he had managed to fix it, getting himself quite greasy and dirty. He was washing up at the faucet behind the house when Jennifer sat the veggies on the back porch.

As he bent over the faucet, shirtless, washing his hands with the bar of Lava soap that they always kept there, she admired his physique. His chest was so well-developed and she loved the way his pectoral muscles and his abs were so well-defined. She really loved the way her brother looked. Sometimes, when he was shaving in the bathroom, with no shirt on, she watched from her bedroom, where she could see his reflection in the mirror.

He dried his hands and, turning, saw her smiling at him. "Hey, Jen. You pick all that?"

"Yeah. You're all greasy, Bro. You need a shower. You stink!" She pinched her nose, although she was just kidding. He neither looked, nor smelled dirty now.

"I'll take one later. Dad and I have to castrate some calves later. No need of wasting two showers, right? he grinned. "Hey, we have time to take a walk. Wanna go?"

The truth was that she was dying to. She had just been thinking how she had not masturbated in several days and that a "walk" with her brother would be good motivation for it. She shrugged. "Sure. I don't know why not." Her heart-rate increased just thinking about his hands on her.

Even though nobody was home and there was no way anyone could see them, the twins didn't hold hands until they got to the woods. It felt so natural. They held hands all the way to their special place. Jennifer was dressed in denim shorts, cut off as short as her mother would allow. She wore a sleeveless basketball jersey that she had outgrown some years back. It was perfect for working in the sun, though. It gave her excellent ventilation through the arm holes and left about an inch of her tummy exposed. Jackson wore running shorts with no shirt. In his thinking, it was just too hot to wear a shirt to work on the farm. He didn't know it, but his cute sister approved of his no-shirt choice. She could ogle his manly upper-body to her heart's content!

They both removed their shoes and waded out to the flat rock. Jennifer sat down in her customary place, already anticipating the feel of her brother's hands on her. Jackson eased down and put his long, tan legs around his sister, so that she was snug between his legs. He knew that his cock was already getting hard and that his sister's beautiful ass would be mashed up against it. She never seemed to notice, he thought. They never discussed such matters.

His hands were soon massaging her shoulders and back. Jennifer told him that it felt good because her muscles were aching from bending over in the garden. Then his hands encircled her sexy tummy. As he played with her navel, eliciting giggles from her, he thought how perfectly beautiful she was. Even her stomach was flat and tanned and he ached to just kiss it. He really wished he could kiss her mouth.

"I love you, Jen," he said as he kissed the back of her shoulder. This was not an unusual thing. They had always told each other 'I love you' and they had frequently kissed each other, but not on the lips - not since they were small and played games about being married adults. Light pecks on the shoulder or the cheek were frequent.

She raised her arm and, reaching back, pulled his head over her shoulder and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Brother Dear!" she giggled, as he tickled her again.

He really did love her. Like a man loves a woman, he reflected. Not like a brother loves a sister. He knew that his feelings were not reciprocated and knew that was probably a good thing, but still, he ached for her and longed to express his love to her. He would never hurt his sister in any way, so he thought it best not to tell her of his feelings. He figured that he would eventually outgrow them. He gently played with the warm skin of her flat stomach, probing to feel the musculature of her tummy. It was so sexy.

"Liking those abs, Bro?" she giggled, enjoying his touch immensely - way more than he knew.

"They're impressive. You still do all those sit-ups?"

"Not like I used to, but yeah. I had to do them for basketball. No more basketball for me, though," she said, sadly. She had been a good player, but not good enough to play in college. She had been too shy to be aggressive enough to go to the next level.

"Well, let's hope you don't just let yourself go like some women," he teased.

Jennifer leaned back, laying her head on his shoulder so she could kiss his cheek. "You're crazy, Jack. I love you!" she laughed. She didn't realize that when she leaned back that her breasts were thrust upward in a most enticing and sensual way. Jackson certainly noticed.

His hands were soon, ritually, making their way up her sides. 'Yes,' she thought. 'Touch them, please. I need you to touch them!' her brain screamed.

From Jackson's viewpoint, he knew not to move too quickly. He always did the same things, the same steps. He knew he couldn't do something differently that might startle her. He always rubbed her shoulders, her back, her tummy, then made his way up her sides toward the backs of her incredible, lust-inciting, breasts. What he wouldn't give to see them naked!! He had, many times, seen her in her bra when they were in the bathroom together, and once had seen her naked from behind. Her butt was great, too, and he loved seeing her tight buns peek out from under her tee shirt when she was applying makeup, but he was a tit man. The one time he saw her naked from behind, he could only see the sides of her breasts and he still thought about that sometimes when he masturbated. He knew that, as long as he didn't do anything differently and didn't move too quickly, he would be rewarded with a short feel of his sister's breasts. Even though she always, always, always wore a bra, it was still enough. He would take what he could get.

Jennifer was wishing that he would move more quickly. She loved the feel of his hands on her breasts; during the times that they had played this "game", the amount of time that she had allowed him to hold them had increased by small increments. She wanted him to know what they felt like. She wanted it to be worth his time and not frustrate him too much. She knew, however, that she absolutely could not allow her brother to "play" with her breasts. This was not fondling or playing with them, she told herself. It was just satisfying their mutual curiosity. He was curious what his sister's breasts, or any woman's breasts, felt like. She was curious what it was like to have a man feel of her breasts.

As his hands began to make their way from the back of her breasts to the front, ever so slowly, one frustrating millimeter (micrometer?) at a time, she closed her eyes, concentrating on his fingertips. How she would love to allow him to hold them as long as he wanted, massaging them like he did her back and tummy. She felt the wetness between her legs and knew that she would imagine her brother playing with her breasts - or more - when she masturbated, later. She didn't love him like she would the man that would become her husband - she knew that - what she felt for Jackson was just what twins feel for each other. They were almost the same person. All of this was just natural. She was sure of that. As soon as they reached adulthood and got married, this would just be a silly memory of their childhood. They would never speak of it and would be embarrassed to even think of it. But for now -

Jackson's fingers were moving almost imperceptibly toward the front of his sister's bra-encased breasts. He thought that the tips of his fingers were probably near her nipples, buried deeply inside her bra. He could only imagine how thrilling it would be to actually touch her bare nipples. It was almost more than he could bear, just thinking about how sexy it would be to just see them, much less actually touch her bare breasts. His cock felt like a log and he marveled that his sister never seemed to realize how turned on she made him or that he had a perpetual erection when she was around.

Jennifer was breathless with anticipation. She had never indicated to him that she wanted him to touch her breasts or that it felt good to her and she was fearful that he might detect just how much she liked this. It would be unacceptable to let him know that she enjoyed this very improper, and forbidden, activity. It would likely be embarrassing to him if she let him know that she was well aware of his erection almost every time she was around, and that she liked the feel of it against her ass. She knew that boys had erections and that they couldn't help it. No need to make a big deal of it. She told herself that neither of them were doing this for any kind of sexual gratification - even though her masturbation sessions later were a by-product - but only the normal result of a healthy curiosity. This was perfectly normal behavior, she rationalized, and she was sure that many siblings must do the same thing, especially in situations where they were brought up in a sexually-repressed home. She was glad, however, that she had been taught that sex was something sacred and precious - and she hated the idea of being sexually promiscuous - but she was a healthy young woman and her body had been created with natural desires.

Jackson's hands closed on her breasts and it was all she could do to suppress a moan. It felt so good! What would it feel like if her breasts were bare? She wondered why Jackson had never tried this when they were upstairs together, she without a bra. She must not allow herself to think of that. She had planned to allow Jackson to get his feel. It would be unkind to immediately jerk his hands away and chastise him, as she had the first few times he had attempted this. No - she knew that she was attractive to boys and she realized that it must be especially difficult on Jackson to see her every day, sometimes without a bra on when she was ready for bed. She knew he was morally pure and she imagined that he must wrestle with his conscience about how attracted he was to her breasts. So she would not condemn him. Of course she couldn't just give him license, nor could she make this into something sexual by letting him know that it felt good and that she craved it more and more each time!

Jackson tentatively squeezed her bountiful mounds. He was thankful, each time, that she didn't immediately stop him. It was almost as if she were unaware that he was holding her breasts. She didn't move. She didn't make a sound. She never indicated if it felt good or was uncomfortable. He held them for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of them, memorizing how they felt in his palms. Then he very carefully applied a minute amount of pressure. His sister allowed him a couple of seconds then tenderly grasped his hands and brought them down to her lap. No chastisement. Nothing to indicate that she didn't want him to do it, except the fact that she stopped him - but he had the pleasure of holding her beautiful breasts for all of 15 seconds, he estimated. He was so turned on that he could feel pre-cum leaking out of his cock. He would certainly head to his bedroom to masturbate as soon as they got back to the house.

The twins held hands as they walked back through the woods, enjoying these moments of unspoken intimacy. Jennifer's panties were soaked and she contemplated possibly masturbating before bed that night. She liked the feeling of being turned on and wasn't as anxious to give herself pleasure as was her brother. She smiled to herself, reflecting on how much pleasure she derived from just the few seconds that she had allowed her twin brother to hold her breasts and, of course, just getting to spend time with him, alone.

Jennifer decided that, yes, tonight she had to masturbate. She liked to put it off as long as possible, enhancing the pleasure, but she couldn't wait another day to relieve herself. Added to the trip to their special place, and all its attendant pleasures, her father and brother both arrived for supper, both shirtless. They had worked hard and were dirty and sweaty. Her father was rarely shirtless, but when he was, she liked to admire his muscles. She wished that she could run her hands over his pecs, abs, back and shoulders, but knew that would be terribly inappropriate. Still, in her heightened state of sexual arousal, his body served to stimulate her even more. She even thought that she might allow herself a special treat tonight - penetration.

Jennifer had experimented with various objects. It started with a smooth handled hairbrush that she had rubbed on her clit. For some reason it felt better than her fingers and it had been a favorite thing for quite a while. One night she was especially horny and feeling naughty. She decided to slip the handle inside her. It was relatively small, flat, and perhaps as wide as two fingers. She slipped the end of the handle inside and soon met resistance. She knew that was her hymen. It felt so good as she began to slide it in and out of her tiny cuntal opening that she got a bit carried away and, suddenly, felt a sharp pain. Upon examination she saw blood and realized that she had broken her hymen. This disturbed her and she didn't even finish because of the pain and guilt.

Over the next few days she accepted the fact that she was no longer, technically, a virgin. She had read some articles online and discovered that many girls broke their hymens, accidentally, in various ways, before having sex. This was a great comfort to her and the next time she masturbated she inserted the hairbrush handle as far as it would go - about 4 inches. She was tight, of course, but she managed it and it felt wonderful, especially when she imagined that she was having sex and that her imaginary lover was penetrating her with his penis. She didn't allow herself to even think words like "fuck" and "cock". As she got older, though, she began to permit herself to think those words, realizing that just thinking them or mouthing them as she masturbated enhanced the experience.

She had decided that penetration was something that she would only allow herself occasionally, theorizing that she might become desensitized to it if she did it every time she masturbated. She began to look for other things that she could insert into her vagina that would be both safe and sanitary. She used her fingers, of course. She had a shampoo bottle with a long slender neck that she tried. It was okay, but wasn't as smooth as the hairbrush handle, and didn't penetrate much farther. She considered a candle and a banana, but didn't think either was a good idea. She liked to take a tub bath and would turn the faucet so that it was dripping, just a drop every few seconds. She managed to scoot herself so that it would drip on her clit. There wasn't enough pressure to give her an orgasm, but the longer she allowed the faucet to drip on her, the more her horny body was titillated. Ultimately she would dry off and lay on her bed to masturbate.

Then one day she was perusing some items in a dollar store and found another hairbrush, but with a much longer, and thicker, handle. She gladly paid the $1 and anticipated using this new-found friend. The handle was approximately 8 inches long and twice as big around as her other hairbrush - still not as big around as a man's penis, she thought, but it would do the trick. It was made of smooth plastic. She didn't allow herself the use of her new hairbrush until she was particularly needy. This had happened one day when she and Jackson had taken a walk to their special place, she had allowed him to hold her breasts for several seconds, and, for some reason, his penis felt particularly big and hard against her ass. It excited her and she wondered what it looked like when it was swollen and hard.

She had seen Jackson in his boxer briefs and could tell that, sometimes, his penis appeared to be hard. She always averted her eyes, as she did when Jackson was taking a leak when she entered the bathroom, not wanting him to notice her staring. She had seen images on the computer, usually by accident, and they never failed to make her panties wet with lust. She knew that she should not look at such things, and rarely did. It was unthinkable to her to view actual pornography. On this particular day, on the way back to the house, a bull was following a cow around, smelling at her rear end, his long, pink bull cock hanging below his body, wet and dripping with anticipation. He tried several times to mount the cow, his long, thick cock telescoping out of its sheath to seek penetration, but she always walked away, not allowing him to breed her. Jennifer thought that the bull cock looked to be nearly 2 feet long. It made her blush and made her body tingle. Jennifer had seen cows mating before, and she was very curious, but on this day she was already wet and excited from being with Jackson in their special place. She decided that she would use her new friend that night.

When she was ready for bed that evening, she took the new hairbrush and washed it carefully in hot water, then removed all her clothes, spread a towel on her bed, and lay down. She knew that her juices would get her bed wet if she didn't put something under her. She stood in front of her dresser and admired her body. She squeezed her breasts and pushed them together. She liked what she saw, and she allowed herself to imagine her brother - or her father! - seeing her like that. She reached down and spread her pussy lips, admiring her shaved pussy, and enjoying the sight of her swollen clit. She touched it and gasped. She felt how wet her pussy already was and imagined her brother touching her there.

She lay on the bed and, spreading her legs, inserted her middle finger into her pussy. The pleasure was almost overwhelming. She reached for the hairbrush and began to lick it as she played with her pussy. She inserted a couple of inches into her mouth and almost came when she imagined having a real cock - perhaps Jackson's - in her mouth. She licked the handle of the hairbrush, then rubbed it on her breasts, giving special attention to her nipples. They were swollen and hard. They pointed slightly upward. She wet her fingers in her mouth and rubbed her saliva on her nipples, gently arching her hips off the bed as if an imaginary lover were with her.

Then she took the hair brush handle and got it wet in her mouth before rubbing it on her clit. She gasped and moaned. She needed it inside her. The time had come. She couldn't wait to feel it inside her. She slowly fed about 4 inches into her, about the length of her other hairbrush handle. She made a stirring motion with her hand imagining a man doing that with his penis. Then she pulled her knees up until they touched her breasts, which splayed her pussy wide open. She took the hairbrush and began to insert it very slowly. She was so tight that it didn't slide easily, but with minimal pushing, because she was very wet, she was able to push it in with no pain. It was so tight and snug, yet slick. The feeling was incredible. She pushed the smooth handle as far as she could, then twisted it. Her mouth hung open. The feeling was exquisite, very close to an actual orgasm, but not quite. She loved it when she was able to get herself into such a state, and she was not in a hurry to rush past it toward what she knew would be an earth-shattering orgasm. She began to very slowly withdraw the plastic phallus, then to gently ease it back in. She slowly increased the pace, loving the feeling.

She wondered if actual intercourse felt better than this. She imagined some boys at school doing this to her. She knew she should not imagine her own twin brother doing such a thing, yet when she allowed herself to imagine him doing this to her, it was so much more exciting than imagining anyone else - except perhaps her father, which she refused to think about. As she pushed the handle into her pussy and imagined Jackson, on top of her, his hard cock inside her - she felt her orgasm building and knew that it was too late to stop it. To maximize it, she gently pulled and pushed the handle in and out and whispered, "Jackson, you feel so good in me!" Her orgasm hit her. She withdrew the hairbrush handle and a gush of liquid spurted. She didn't know if that was normal, nor did she care. She fingered her clit rapidly as she continued to cum. Her breathing was heavy. She moaned. Her muscles threatened to cramp. The muscles in and around her pussy spasmed, deliciously. She lay in the afterglow, thankful that masturbating was a normal and healthy thing. She regretted that she had unsavory thoughts of her brother and others, but she figured that was just part of it. She wouldn't worry about that, too much.
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The twins had never been apart for more than 2 days at a time. They had always just taken each other for granted, and never thought much about what would happen should they be separated for an extended period of time. A couple of weeks after graduation, Jackson was to leave on a trip he had earned as president of his high school's Future Farmers of America chapter. They would be traveling to Washington, DC, and he would be gone for over a week. At first, Jennifer didn't think much about it. In fact, she was very proud of him. She was a little jealous that he was going to get to see so many sights that she had never seen, but she wasn't one to pout. She knew that she was supposed to be happy for people when they met with success, and she was. As the day of his departure approached, however, she began to dread being apart from him. Not only would she have more chores, which wasn't a big deal, but things would just be different. There would be a void. He wouldn't be across the hall, or through the bathroom door, if she got scared - not that this ever happened. There would be nobody to pick on constantly or to tease her. There would be nobody to beat in basketball on the goal beside the driveway. There would be no "walks".​