Incest/Taboo The Lancaster Twins

She drove him to catch the bus in her fire engine red Ford Ranger that their parents had given her for graduation (Jackson got a Jeep). She found herself hugging him longer than usual and was surprised that a tear coursed down her face, which she quickly wiped away. She watched him get on the bus and thought that she had never felt as lonely in her life.

Within 2 days of Jackson's departure, Jennifer could think of nothing but when he would return. She had no appetite and had to force herself to eat. She had trouble falling asleep but, once asleep, didn't want to get out of bed. Her parents told her that she looked like she had lost her best friend and asked what was wrong. She just shrugged and avoided the topic.

Later in the week her, her Dad offered to take her to a baseball game, realizing that she was naturally lonely without Jackson around, but she told him she wasn't feeling well. As soon as supper was over, she went to her room and just thought about Jackson. He was the only thing that she could think about. Was it just because they were twins and had never been separated? She felt like crying - but she was a big girl and knew that crying wouldn't solve anything. She tried reading and couldn't concentrate. She felt like she was going crazy.

As the day approached for Jackson to return, Jennifer began to feel better. She would never take him for granted again. She would be a better sister. She lay in her bed, thinking about him, realizing that her reaction to his absence was not normal. Then - EUREKA - she realized that she was in love with him! This thought had never, ever crossed her mind. Was it even possible that you could be in love with your brother? Yes, it was, she now realized. He was everything to her. He was ideal. He loved her - not romantically she was sure - but she knew that he would do anything for her. And he was so good looking, and his body - wow - enough said.

As she lay there, wondering how she had allowed herself to fall in love with her brother, her mind turned to their "walks". She always knew that it was intimate, in a way, but now she saw it with a different perspective. She had to let him know how she felt. She could not keep such a secret. If he laughed at her, it would hurt, but she would heal; the sooner the better. She wanted to be honest with him. He would know what to do. Even though her feelings were not reciprocated, he would understand, and he would talk with her and offer a solution. When he got back, they would go to their special place and she would tell him how she felt, and they would solve it.

The day before he was supposed to come home, she lay around daydreaming a good portion of the day. Her mind turned, repeatedly, to their special place and what they did there. She thought back on when she had abruptly jerked his hands off of her and chastised him for daring to do such a thing to his own sister. Of course things had changed - she never wanted him to be disappointed, even though what he was doing was inappropriate - so she had relented, somewhat. He had been allowed to feel her breasts, safely encased in a bra. She, of course, sat like a stone statue, not participating, not showing any reaction, and she stopped him when she felt the time was appropriate. Was that fair to him? It felt good to her. Should she at least let him know that she liked it so that he would not bear the guilt, alone? For all he knew she felt nothing, and just suddenly noticed that his hands were where they were not supposed to be. If that were the case, then the guilt was all his - wasn't that what she intended, at least subconsciously? - to not share in his guilt?

These thoughts ran through her mind all day. Now she felt bad - she enjoyed what they did, maybe even as much as he did, and she should share the guilt. She had led him on, in a way. She needed to talk to him about this. How, though? How did she broach the subject? She had an idea, but she had to think about it. A lot.

Jackson was to arrive at the high school early Saturday morning, about 7 AM. Jennifer volunteered to pick him up. She chose her clothes specifically for her brother. Short, very short, "mama may make me throw these away" denim shorts, and a Tennessee Titan sweatshirt. He spotted her, threw his luggage in the back of the Ranger pickup and jumped in next to his sister. He immediately thought, for the millionth time, how utterly beautiful she was. Flawless, in his eyes. Her heart leapt for joy when he smiled at her and, leaning toward her, kissed her cheek.

"Hey, Jen! I missed you so much!" he grinned, thinking that she would never know just how much he had missed her. She was all he could think of. He enjoyed the trip, of course, but he found himself daydreaming about Jennifer and wishing he were home.

"Didya now?" she grinned. "It seems like yesterday that you left," she lied, unable to remove the silly grin from her face.

They drove home, Jackson relating some of the sights he had seen and telling stories of new friends he had made. Jennifer kept looking at his handsome face and thinking how much she loved him. She was so eager to go on one of their "walks" and was devising how they might get time, between chores, that day. She wondered if Jackson would even want to do so. He might be eager to contact his friends or catch up on his chores at home. She was probably way down his list of priorities.

Shana had prepared a large breakfast, consisting of eggs, country ham, homemade biscuits, gravy, grits, and, of course, coffee. Jackson told about seeing the Washington Monument, the Jefferson Memorial, the White House, the Capital, Arlington Cemetery and many other things. Shana had once been to Washington and was excited to talk about the places that she had visited. Dad and Jennifer asked lots of questions. Breakfast ended up taking nearly an hour.

Jennifer cleaned the table while Jackson helped his mother wash the dishes. Their Dad had some fence mending to do, but told Jackson that he could just relax and enjoy the day if he wanted, but to be ready to resume his chores on Monday. Jennifer suggested to her brother that he could help her gather the day's produce from the garden and he happily agreed. Shana was driving into town to buy groceries and run several other errands. She said she would be gone all day, so she would pick up pizza for supper.

The twins picked at each other, as usual, as they gathered the tomatoes, okra, cucumbers, and squash. There wasn't a lot and didn't take long. Jackson admired Jennifer's ass, tightly clad in extremely brief denim shorts, and noticed that he could see the elastic of her bikini panties when she bent over to pick the vegetables. He thought these shorts must be several years old and, as she had gotten taller, she had just been reluctant to get rid of them. He was glad; very glad. The morning had been cool, but was now warming up and he wondered why Jennifer had not shed the long-sleeved sweatshirt. He longed to see the outline of her breasts. He wore a tee shirt and running shorts, which was his usual attire when working on the farm or in the garden.

There had been no privacy on the trip. He had to sleep in the room with several other guys. The only time he was alone, at all, was when he was in the bathroom. He kept thinking about his sister, and needing to masturbate, but had never enjoyed masturbating in the shower, so he decided to just wait until he got home. He reflected that he had never gone over 2 or 3 days without masturbating since he was, perhaps, 13 years old. Just being with Jennifer picking vegetables was making his cock hard. He knew that, when he did masturbate, there would be a prodigious load. He looked forward to seeing how much fresh cum he would spew into the air, with great curiosity. As he eyed her perfect ass, the untanned globes of her tight bottom protruding from the tiny shorts, his lust for her was almost out of control. His cock felt fully hard, although he hadn't even touched it through his own shorts. His balls ached, fully loaded with cum that was begging for release.

They placed the vegetables on the back porch and washed up at the faucet, Jennifer first, then Jackson. As he stooped to wash his hands and arms, Jennifer put her arms around him and laid her head on his back. "I am glad you're home," she said. "Do you want to take a walk?"

"Yeah, sure, Sis," he replied. He noticed a gleam in her eye and wondered what that was about. He also noticed that she still had not removed the sweatshirt and knew that, if he were to be allowed to touch her, that thick shirt would be an impediment. "Aren't you hot?" he asked.

"I was cold, earlier," she replied, enigmatically.

They went inside to get a drink of water, left a note for their Dad that they had gone walking, and took off toward the woods. Jennifer was so nervous that her hands were shaking. She just hoped that her brother didn't notice. Could she go through with this?

As they got to the woods, she turned her back to Jackson and removed the sweatshirt. Underneath she wore an old tee shirt that she had outgrown several years before. It was very tight and had, in fact, been difficult to even wriggle into. It left several inches of her bare midriff but, more importantly, it showed every nuance of her braless breasts. Even though she was nervous, she was so excited that her nipples were hard and threatened to dig through the tight cloth of the tee shirt.

She tied the sweatshirt around her waist and then turned to face Jackson who, until that moment, had not noticed that she was not wearing a bra. He immediately noticed and could not make himself take his eyes away from her magnificent chest. He wanted to avert his eyes, to pretend he didn't notice, but the sight of his buxom sister's breasts, with a tee shirt - and no bra! - stretched over them, was just too much. He had to stare and if she didn't like it, she could cover them up. Wow. What had gotten into her? Had she forgotten that she wasn't wearing a bra? She must have. After all, she was wearing that big sweatshirt. She probably got up early, put the sweatshirt on, and hadn't even thought about the fact that she wore no bra. But she had to know now! Didn't she?

For her part, Jennifer considered putting the sweatshirt back on. This was not a good idea! It was too much! It made her appear slutty. What if her mom saw her in this? Heaven forbid! Jackson's mouth was hanging open, as if he were drooling, and his eyes were fastened on her chest. She glanced down and saw that her nipples were prominent and that every curve of her upper body was on full display. She quickly grabbed his hand and proceeded to walk through the woods with him, as if nothing was different than the hundreds of other walks they had taken.

"So tell me more about the White House! Did you eat lunch with the President?" she laughed.

Jackson stuttered, having managed to take his eyes off his sister's chest as they made their way through the woods and began trudging up the hill. "Oh. We, um... no, I don't think... no, of course we didn't eat with the President."

She continued to try to make small talk as they topped the hill and made their way down to "their thicket", "their creek", "their special place", the large, flat rock out in the creek. As they got to the creek they automatically took their shoes off and waded to the rock. She climbed up, threw the sweatshirt to the side, and sat down as he walked behind, sat down, removed his tee shirt (yes!!) and straddled her from behind, his long, brown legs around her, their feet dangling in the water. He scooted near her and she could feel his hardness pushed up against her.

She should put that sweatshirt back on. She could not go through with this. But she had planned this out, at least this much of it. She didn't know what would happen next. She wanted Jackson to know that she was in love with him, but did that mean that she was going to show herself off to him like this? Did it mean that she was going to let him have liberties with her body? She had felt bad for leading him on before and, in her mind, this would make up for it. She knew that Jackson wouldn't push her for more - he never had. He had never complained or whined when she stopped him. What if she decided not to stop him? Where would it lead? What would he do?

Her reverie was disturbed when Jackson reached around her waist and pulled her to him. He kissed her neck, making her tingle. He usually did not kiss her there - it was usually her shoulder or arm, or cheek. He kissed her again in the same place. It was wonderful and she wanted more of it, despite herself.

"Jackie!" she giggled. "That tickles!"

Jackson allowed her to sit forward as he began to massage her shoulders - the same old routine, she thought - except that it seemed more insistent, somehow. Was this her imagination? Soon he had his hand on her bare stomach and was putting his fingers into her navel. She had never thought of how this resembled the sex act, in a way. The way he so sensuously would place a finger in her navel, and move it around in a circle, was so arousing. She had never thought of it in that way before. He lovingly caressed her stomach and played with the bottom of the tee shirt. What would she do if he reached under it? She didn't know!

She was almost breathless in anticipation as he began massaging her sides and his fingers began to travel upward, along her sides, toward the sides of her breasts. What would it feel like when he touched her braless breasts? Would she react spontaneously and stop him? His fingers were almost to her breasts now and, as his fingertips found the beginnings of her unfettered mounds, she realized that she was trembling. Her body was betraying her. Was she scared, or excited, or both?

"Jen, you're shaking," he whispered. "Are you ok? Are you sick?"

She swallowed, not even trusting what might come out of her mouth. "I'm fine, Jack. I'm just a little out of breath for some reason."

Jackson felt the soft firmness of the sides of her tits. He could feel his own pre-cum leaking out of his hard cock and knew that his masturbation session later would be the best of his life. His sister was allowing him to touch her braless breasts! Was he dreaming? He never thought that this would happen, although he had thought of it a million times. His hands were eager to envelop her large mounds and to feel her nipples against his palms. As tight as this tee shirt was, it would be almost like holding her naked breasts. His lust for her was overwhelming. He needed her. He knew that he should not think this way, that even the thought of sex with his sister was sinful, but he couldn't help it. He knew that they would not go that far, but he couldn't believe that THIS was happening.

His hands were also trembling slightly as he moved his hands over her incredible mounds of tit-flesh. He held them for a few seconds and noticed that his sister was breathing very hard. Then he squeezed them, ever so slightly. He knew that she would stop him soon - but she didn't. In fact, she seemed to settle herself, just a tiny bit, into his hands. He felt her nipples with his fingers, then, managing to take them between his fingers, tweaked them, very lightly.

Suddenly his sister leaned back, arching her neck and her upper body upward and back until her head was on his right shoulder and her face was buried in his neck. It was as if she was pushing her breasts into his hands.

"Oh Jack, that feels so goooood!" she moaned. "Don't stop. I love it!"

Jackson could not believe his ears. Not only was she allowing him to touch her braless breasts, but she was telling him that she liked it and was asking him to continue. He thought he might cum in his pants. He suddenly realized why she had worn the sweatshirt - she had planned this.

As he continued to tweak her nipples and massage her magnificent breasts, Jennifer continued to moan and, burying her face into his neck, urged him to continue. "Jack, I missed you so bad! I thought I would die before you came home. I imagined you doing this! All week I imagined it! I couldn't wait. I love it when you touch them. I love you!" she blurted out, all at once.

Jackson stopped massaging her breasts, though he continued to hold them. He whispered, his voice cracking, "I was homesick the whole week. I thought about you constantly. I can't stand being away from you." He kissed her ear, making her entire body tingle.

Then she sat up, turned toward him, his hands falling free from her body. She leaned toward him and kissed his lips. He brought his hand to the back of her head and kissed her sweet lips, the lips that he had fantasized kissing for so long. He was entranced. His sweet sister was kissing him; he was kissing her; they were kissing each other.

His sister stood, then sat down astride him, facing him. She took his face in her hands. "I know it's wrong, but I am in love with you. I don't know what to do about it." Then she kissed him again. The kiss became more frantic as they began to urge their tongues into each other's mouths.

Jennifer felt like she might cum right there. Never had anything turned her on so totally as the dual events of her brother touching her near-naked breasts and then kissing her like this - like lovers kiss. She suddenly felt wild and uninhibited. Both twins were holding each other's heads as they probed each other's mouths, fucking their tongues in and out, sucking each other's oral digits, swapping saliva.

They stopped, their foreheads touching, both of them panting, almost hyperventilating.

Jackson said, "I've wanted to tell you how I felt about you, but I didn't think you felt that way about me."

"I didn't even know it!" she replied, kissing his lips again. "I realized, when you were gone, that I can't live without you," she whispered. "What are we going to do?"

Jackson glanced down at her heaving chest, her shirt so tight against her shapely breasts. He touched them, stroking them, loving the way her nipples pushed against the material. He leaned forward and kissed one of her nipples through her shirt.

Jennifer gasped with pleasure. Jackson took the bottom of her shirt and, with great difficulty because of its tight fit, started pulling it up over her tummy. She grasped it and pulled upward, exposing her breasts to her brother. As she pulled upward, extending her arms over her head, Jackson assisted her in getting the shirt completely off.

He gazed at her spectacular breasts and thought, again, that he might actually cum in his pants. He had never, ever, seen anything that made his blood boil with pure lust like this breathtaking spectacle. "Jen, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said. "Your... breasts... are perfect."

"Please kiss them, Jackson," she gasped.

Jackson hefted them in his hands, admiring their weight, how solid, yet soft they were, how perfect their shape, how beautiful her nipples were. He leaned forward and kissed a nipple, then the other. He had never done this before, so decided that he would just do what seemed natural. He began to lick them, bringing gasps and moans of delight from his sister as she pulled his head to her breasts, feeding them to him.

"Suck them, Jackie!" she begged. Then, when he sucked one of her nipples eagerly into his mouth, "Ouch. Too hard. Be gentle."

Jackson learned quickly. He was soon kissing and licking and sucking both of his sister's glorious breasts, eliciting praise from her in the form of moans, groans, and whispered words of encouragement. She sat astride him and, though he never wanted to stop sucking her tits, they sat in a very uncomfortable position.

Jackson came up for air, having wetted his sister's breasts with his saliva. She had her eyes closed and her hands on the back of his head.

"This rock is killing my butt," he said. "Can we move somewhere else?"

Jennifer managed, with help, to stand up and then helped her brother to his feet. Neither twin bothered to put their shirts on before wading back to the creek bank. They held hands as they made their way into the woods, where they soon found a shady spot where moss and grass grew. They sat down, then Jennifer spread the sweatshirt out and lay down on it, her hard nipples beckoning to him. Jackson lay beside her and they started kissing again.

Jennifer noticed the bulge in his shorts and, as they kissed, moved her hand to rest on it. Before today, she never would have dared to do such a thing. But she was curious about this, just as Jackson was about her breasts.

"That feels good, Jen," Jackson moaned between kisses.

Jennifer boldly grasped it and marveled at its size. She had seen his penis, but not hard. She didn't realize it would be this big. "Can I see it?" she managed to say. Jackson immediately pulled his shorts down, releasing his engorged, wet cock. The head was swollen and purple and angry. His swollen balls hung down, looking to Jennifer to be almost as big as bull balls. She sat up to get a better look. She was mesmerized. Never had she seen anything that made pure lust course through her body as this did. His penis looked threatening, and almost dangerous, but it was, in her eyes, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

She reached out, without permission, and touched the head. It was wet with pre-seminal fluid. Jennifer was naïve in a lot of ways, but she knew the biology of sex and knew why his penis was wet. She marveled at how human bodies had been created. The penis was perfectly designed to impregnate the female, but sex organs had been designed for maximum pleasure, as well. She knew that her brother's penis had made its own lubricant in response to his biological attraction to her, his own sister. And, of course, her own body had created a copious amount of lubricant because of her body's desire for her brother's body. Biologically, she realized, their bodies were ready to begin the process of reproduction. As turned on as she already was, the thought of mating with her brother almost made her swoon.

She instinctively put her hand around his penis and stroked it, smearing the lubrication down the length of his lust-inciting phallus. She looked at Jackson's face, to see if he liked what she was doing.

To her disappointment and surprise, he stopped her, removing her hand from his penis. "I'm too close for you to do that," he said, looking embarrassed.

"Too close?" she looked puzzled for a second. "Oh, you mean...?"

"Yes. I haven't... you know... in a week."

She smiled. "How often do you usually do it?" she asked, curiously.

"Well, nearly every day, usually. Sometimes more." He couldn't believe they were discussing this.

"Wow! I do it maybe once a week," she stated, informatively. Then she realized what she had just said, and blushed. "I want to see it. Can I?" she asked, timidly.

This was beyond anything he could hope for. He was proud of his equipment and he had dreamed of his sister watching him get off. "You want to watch me beat off?" he asked incredulously.

Jennifer nodded. "Yes, very much." She reached out and touched his nuts, loving the feel of his wrinkled sack. Then she ran her hand up the entire length of his penis. Jackson moaned. "Can I do it for you?" she whispered.

"Yes, I love the way your hand feels on it." He took her hand in his and showed her how to shuck his cock up and down.

She began to tenderly stroke his cock, her heart beating out of her chest, and her young pussy leaking like a sieve. She had already noticed that her shorts were soaked through, as if she had peed herself. Jackson would probably notice, but being embarrassed was in the past by now. Jackson would occasionally put his hand on hers to show her what pace and how hard to grip him. He lay back, his legs open, his genitals displayed to his twin sister's lustful gaze.

Jennifer leaned forward and kissed the head of his penis, loving the surge of lust that it gave her when she did such a taboo and forbidden thing.

Jackson gasped. "I'm about to cum, Jen." He grabbed his cock and began to stroke it himself as she watched. He groaned as incredible fountains of his cum began to jet upward like a geyser. Long white ropes of his cum erupted, amazing both he and his sister. He gazed at his sister's spectacular body, her swollen breasts, her beautiful face as his orgasm washed over him. Never before had an orgasm been so strong that it brought tears to his eyes. Cum continued to erupt from his over-stimulated organ, splattering above his head, on his face, his stomach, and, as his orgasm subsided, hot boy-cum continued to ooze from the head of his penis into his matted pubic hair. He lay there, coming down from the best orgasm of his life. He felt as if he were in another dimension. He panted and moaned, and eventually saw his sister's sweet face looking at him. She was so beautiful!

She didn't know what to say. She had never witnessed such a thing and had never imagined that there could be that much... stuff! She was tempted to touch it, but didn't know if it might hurt him. She watched as his cock began to dwindle in size. She thought this was probably normal, but wasn't sure.

"That's the most, ever," Jackson said, realizing that she might think there was that much every time. "I must have cum a gallon!"

"Um, yeah?" she replied, nodding.

"Now it's your turn," Jackson said.

"What? What do you mean?" she asked.

"I want to watch you!" Jackson enthused. "Please?"

She blushed. This was too far. She had to draw the line here. If he had asked her just to show herself to him, maybe, but she just couldn't masturbate in front of someone else.

"I can't. I couldn't do that in front of someone," she said, apologetically.

Jackson wasn't going to push it. She had already done far more than he had ever imagined. He wasn't going to ruin it. He wanted more of THIS so he wasn't going to push his sister to do something that she didn't want to do.

Jackson grabbed his shirt and began to dab at the pools of cum on his body. He knew that he would throw it in the laundry when he got home, so nobody would ever know the difference. He stood, pulled his shorts up, then sat and started putting his shoes on.

"Are you mad?" Jennifer whined.

"No!" Jackson said emphatically. "After today, do you think I could be mad at you? I love you!" He helped her to her feet, her magnificent breasts swaying slightly, then kissed her tenderly on the lips.

Jennifer opted to just put the sweatshirt on instead of trying to wrestle with the tight shirt. She got it on and they headed to the house.

Both twins felt a need for a shower. Jackson told Jennifer she could go first. When she was through she signaled him (two knocks, pause, one knock) that it was his turn. As he showered he mused at what had just happened. Just thinking about it made his long, thick cock begin to harden again. He wondered if this was a one-time thing or if he could look forward to more. He definitely wanted more and whatever guilt he should have was already in a little box in the far reaches of his mind.

When he stepped out of the shower he noticed that Jennifer had left the door open from the bathroom into her bedroom. Very unusual. He dried himself thoroughly and then decided to take a peek into her room before he dressed. With his cock at half-mast, he took the few steps to her room. His lovely sister lay on her bed, dressed only in a pair of skimpy panties. She was laying on her side and watching him.

"Come and kiss me," she mewled.

Jackson went to her, his cock hardening even as he approached her. Could anybody be as gorgeous as her? Could any woman in the world be this sexy?

He got on the bed with her as they started kissing. He put a hand on her naked breast and tweaked the nipple. Jennifer gasped. He moved down to kiss her breasts, to lick them, to suck them. His sister held them in her hands, offering them to him.

"Ohhhh Jackie, you just don't knooooooow how good that feels. I love it. I love it. I love you. Suck my breasts, Big Brother." She moaned as he devoured her scrumptious breasts.

She noticed his cock. It was fully hard and his big bull nuts hung down so sexily. She had never dreamed that the mere sight of her brother's cock and balls could excite her so much. She reached down to touch her drenched panties. She had changed panties just a few minutes before, but she was dripping wet with need again. She managed to squirm her body around until Jackson was laying on top of her, his hard cock resting on her wet, panty-clad pussy. She kissed his lips, sucked his tongue, wrapped her long, supple legs around his body, and gyrated her hips, thrusting up at his rock-hard cock.

Breaking the kiss, she panted, "I love you so much, Jackie."

"I love you, Jen. I always will," he said as he looked into her eyes and moved his pubic area against hers. He knew that only a thin pair of panties was keeping them from making love - having sex - fucking!

"Get up a minute," she whispered. "I want to show you something."

Jackson got off of her and sat down in the chair next to her bed, his hard cock throbbing. To his amazement, his sister peeled her panties off, revealing her shaved pussy to his lusty gaze. She smiled at him, knowing that he was enjoying this taboo display of her body. She was loving showing him what she now knew that he had desired for so long. She opened her bedside table, taking out her hairbrush. As Jackson looked quizzically at her, she brushed her hair a few strokes as she opened her legs to fully display her most secret places to her brother's gaze.

Jennifer then sensuously inserted the handle of the brush into her mouth. Jackson thought he might cum, again, spontaneously, wondering what it feel like to have his cock where that hairbrush handle was. Then she rubbed it on her nipples, looking into Jackson's eyes. She then slowly rubbed it down her sensuous tummy, and slid it against her swollen clit, which caused her to emit an involuntary growl of pure pleasure.

"This is what I like," she whispered, barely audibly. She took the brush handle and very, very slowly began to insert it into her wet pussy. "My kitty loves the feel of something inside her," she groaned as she managed to get most of the brush handle inside her.

Jackson stood, mesmerized, wanting to get a better look at this, the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed in his young life. His cock was throbbing and bubbles of clear fluid were dripping out of his glans. Jennifer pushed the brush handle as deep as she could and, closing her eyes, arched her body sensuously. Jackson was in a frenzy of lust for his sister. He would never do anything she didn't want, but every fiber of his being wanted to mate with his beautiful sibling at that moment.

He got on the bed, on his knees between her legs as she gazed into his eyes, simultaneously drawing the brush handle in and out of her sopping pussy. She reached for him, grasped his cock and, laying the brush aside, rubbed her brother's massive cock on her open, wet, needy pussy.

Jackson moved a few inches closer to her, still on his knees. She rubbed the head of his cock on the opening to her precious pussy. He pushed forward, minutely, more out of reflex than purposely. She raised her long, tanned, shapely legs into the air, bending them at the knees, splaying her athletic legs as wide as possible, as she lay her hand on his bottom and gently urged him toward her, as she gave herself to her brother. He penetrated her slowly as she gasped and moaned and pulled him into her body by wrapping her long, sinewy legs around him.

The twins gazed into each other's eyes. Jennifer closed her eyes for an instant, the pleasure almost more than she could bear. Jackson slowly pushed himself past any residual resistance, feeling the slick, silky sheath of his sister's pussy welcome him into her depths. He sank deep into her, knowing that he would never love another woman like he did his sister.

Jennifer's body was on fire. She never imagined that she would feel almost no pain the first time she had sex, especially if her first lover was as big as her brother. She loved the feeling of his big cock stretching her. It felt amazing. It stretched her so much that her swollen clit was being rubbed against his body. His body! He was so sexy! His pecs! His six-pack abs! His strong legs and ass muscles! He was so handsome - and she loved him so much. She was so in love with him. She began to undulate her body under him, now past the slight fear of pain. There was no pain. It was all pleasure - pure, unadulterated, taboo, incestuous pleasure.

"We are making love," she whimpered.

"I love you, Baby," Jackson said, realizing that he had never called anyone that before.

She arched her pelvis toward him. This was so incredibly good. She knew she was about to cum, and she knew that it would just be the first of many. She needed this. She needed HIM. Nobody else on the planet would do, but him. He was the only man that she wanted. She loved his cock and she loved what it was doing to her.

"Fuck me so good, Jackie! Fuck your little sister!" she cried. She had never, ever, said that word to anyone before. Jackson was only 10 minutes older than her, but she loved it when he referred to her as his little sister. It made her feel safe and warm.

She unwrapped her legs from his back, put her feet on the bed and started bucking up at him like a wild animal. "Fuck me!" she panted - then her orgasm washed over her and she screamed, much too loud, "I am cummmminggggggggggggg!! It feels soooo gooooooood!"

Jackson knew he couldn't last much longer without filling his sister with his cum. The sight of her arching her luscious body toward him and her pristine mouth uttering these words were just more than he could take.

"Can I...?" he muttered.

"Yes. Cum in me!" she said, eagerly. She knew it was a safe time of the month.

His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. He imagined his sperm spewing out of him, seeking out his sister's eggs, seeking to make a baby. The thought intensified his orgasm. He realized that he really did love his sister, and there was no way around it. He always would. He could never give this up. He needed her emotionally and physically. All these thoughts rushed through his brain as he emptied himself into her eager body, then collapsed on top of her.

He lay there for several minutes, but soon felt his sister grasping his butt cheeks and moving against him, at first slowly, but then more insistently. She was fucking him, even as his cock deflated. He looked down at her sexy body, her adorable face, and realized that he was still sexually excited. He began to move his body, raising himself up by putting his hands on the bed and pushing up. His sister's body was splayed out under him and he could see his cock, which looked to be still hard and thick, sawing in and out of her.

He looked down at her lovely face, her eyes closed, as she enjoyed their incestuous mating. She opened her eyes, and smiled at him. "Fuck me," she whispered. He leaned forward to kiss her lips, then kissed her throat and, as she held a breast toward him, licked and sucked at it. "Oh, Jackie, I'm never going to get enough of this!" she cried as another orgasm hit her.

Watching his sister have an orgasm, her eyes closed, her incredibly sexy body yearning for his own, put Jackson back on the verge of his own orgasm. "Little Sister, I'm cumming again," he moaned.

The twins lay in each other's arms for a long time. Eventually they heard their father out at the barn and, reluctantly, decided to get up. They both knew that their lives would never be the same again.​