Incest/Taboo The Lancaster Twins

Jennifer slept fitfully. She dreamed about sex with Jackson, but upon awakening she was wracked with guilt. What had she done? She had never planned on such a thing. She knew that both of them had lost control of themselves. It was one thing to have pre-marital sex -- but she had done it with her brother. This was surely one of the worst sins one could commit. She needed to talk to Jackson; she had to make him understand that this could never happen again. They had played with fire and had been burned. Their passions had taken control. They had to stop putting themselves into situations that would tempt them. It was undeniable that they were physically attracted to each other. For her part, she knew she was in love with Jackson -- but that was no excuse. She thought he was also in love with her -- and she was thrilled -- but they had to get this situation under control. This was not only sinful and against every moral precept she had ever been taught, but it could also destroy their lives -- even if they were careful and she never got pregnant, they could endanger their marriages. She didn't want to make love with her husband and think about her brother!

Jackson dreamed about his sister. He couldn't believe that she had been eager to have sex with him. Some small part of him felt guilty, though. Did he take advantage of her? Did his former, improper, behavior toward his sister lead to this? He knew his sister. He knew she was going to feel guilty -- and he didn't blame her. Even though he wanted to have a physical relationship with her, he would never try to talk her into anything about which she might feel guilty. He realized that his love for her was so deep that he would always do what was best for her and deny himself, if need be. Still, his thoughts were dominated by how sexy his naked sister was. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined. He couldn't believe that any woman could appeal to him like she did. Her body was perfect and, even if it hadn't been, he would have still loved her with all his heart.

It was Sunday morning and, of course, the family would attend church. Jennifer appeared in a white, button-up blouse and a light blue skirt that came nearly to her knees.

Her mother saw her coming down the stairs. "Honey, you look lovely," she said, "but it wouldn't hurt to unbutton your top button and put a belt on. I know you are modest, and I love you for it, but you don't have to look frumpy."

Jennifer didn't comment, but went back upstairs. She soon appeared at the breakfast table having donned a slender belt and unbuttoned the top button to her blouse. Her shape was better defined and the slightest bit of cleavage was visible. Her mother smiled.

"Mom, I don't like men gawking at me," Jennifer said, grouchily.

"You look fine. They're going to look at you, anyway. You're prettier than anyone there. No need to look like you're Amish -- not that there's anything wrong with that!" she laughed.

Shana, Jennifer's mom, also dressed modestly, but wasn't afraid of showing a little cleavage. Unlike Jennifer, Shana quite enjoyed the attention from men. She had always been attractive and was used to men flirting with her and paying her compliments. She had never cheated on her husband, but saw no real harm in allowing men to enjoy her good looks. Her husband knew that she liked attention from other men and wasn't jealous. He knew she was true to him. He took pleasure in knowing that his wife was attractive to other men.

Shana was dressed in a white dress with large, blue polka dots. It fit her curves extremely well, without being exceptionally tight. It also showed a bit of cleavage. Shana had confidence in her looks without being overly conceited. She would never boast about her looks, but saw no reason to hide them. She had encouraged her beautiful daughter to be modest, but not ashamed that she was a natural beauty.

The preacher preached about "sins of the flesh". Jennifer felt overwhelmed with guilt and imagined that everyone could see it on her face. She had noticed people staring at her as she entered the church building, and could feel their eyes focused on her body, or at least that's what she imagined. This had always made her uncomfortable but, for some reason, today she felt almost a pride in her appearance. She was wrestling with her conscience over this and then, when the preacher started enumerating the many sexual sins in which men and women engaged, and which separated them from God, she felt horrible and couldn't wait to get home.

As the family was leaving, after Bible class, several people engaged them in conversation. Jennifer could see that men would glance at her body as they talked to them. To her horror, she found that she was enjoying the double-takes. What was happening to her? Was what she had done with her brother affecting her psyche? Had it changed her in some fundamental way? When one of her Dad's friends stared at her cleavage, she desperately wanted to button her blouse, all the way to her throat but, to her consternation, realized his covert glances gave her a small thrill. A forbidden thought crossed her mind, in which she had more buttons unbuttoned and proudly displayed her ample cleavage, as her mother sometimes did. She tried to think of something else.

The Lancasters almost always went out for lunch on Sundays. They went to a local, family restaurant. Jennifer didn't feel like eating, so ordered a salad. She noticed, several times, that Jackson was looking at her, but she didn't want to look into his eyes, and she certainly didn't feel like talking. She only spoke when someone asked her a question. Tom remarked that she hadn't been herself for about a week and asked if there was anything she needed to talk about. She passed it off as nothing, but felt as if she might cry.

Soon after getting home, Jackson knocked on her door and she asked him to come in. She was laying on her bed, dressed in an old tee shirt and cut off denim shorts. Jackson noticed, immediately, and to his disappointment, that she wore a bra. Still, her long, tanned, shapely legs were sexy and, as always, her lovely face made his heart race.

He sat on her bed and, taking her bare foot in his hands, began to rub it. "You okay, Jen?" he asked.

"No, Jackie," she sobbed as tears began to course down her face. "We have to talk this out." Jackson tried to hug her, but she wouldn't allow it.

"Don't cry, Jen," he whispered. "I can't stand to see you sad."

"Jackie, don't you feel guilty at all?" she said, through her tears.

"Yes, I do. Of course I do. I know it was wrong."

"We just cannot do that, ever again!" she said forcefully.

Jackson knew that she was saying all the right things but, still, this was disappointing. He was totally in love with her and his lust for her body, now that he had sampled the forbidden fruit, was almost out of control. "Okay. We won't. We crossed the line. I know." He looked into her face, tears still shining in her eyes. It broke his heart. His voice broke with emotion as he said, "I love you, Jen. This is totally my fault. I just couldn't...."

She was suddenly in his arms, her arms wrapped tightly around him, her tears flowing down her cheeks, her body shaking with emotion. "I love you, Jackie. I wanted to prove to you how much I love you. But we just... can't!" she said, as she pushed herself back to look into his face.

Then they were kissing. Both twins felt a tidal wave of emotion wash over them as they pressed their lips together. Jennifer licked at his lips, then their tongues wrestled with each other, surges of wonderful, forbidden lust beginning to course through their bodies once again. Jennifer moved her hand up his inner thigh and found his hard cock, squeezing it through his loose running shorts. She knew that she had lost control again and that soon she would allow him access to her naked body, to make love to her. Her pussy was aching for him -- having been filled with his wonderful manhood once, she now craved it, and she was already looking forward to that delicious stretching sensation when he entered her. She couldn't wait!

Suddenly Jackson stood. "No. We have to set some ground rules, Jen," he panted as his eyes roved over her body, her tee shirt pushed up over her tanned, flat belly, her long legs splayed in tacit permission. He knew he could have her. She wanted it. Or at least her body did -- but Jennifer, the real Jennifer, the woman he loved -- didn't want this. This wasn't her.

Though her body craved her brother, Jennifer was overjoyed that her brother had found the moral strength that she did not, at that moment, possess. She sat up, pulling her shirt down to cover her tummy. She smiled at him and knew at that moment that she loved him more than ever.

"What ground rules? I agree. But what? No kissing? What?" she asked.

He sat on the bed with her and took her hand in his. "I guess we can gradually decide, but obviously we don't need to tongue kiss," he laughed, nervously.

"Should I take notes?" she laughed, teasing him. She loved teasing him!

"You aren't helping," he said, trying to sound serious.

Jennifer tried to stop grinning at him. "Ok, no tongues! What else?"

"I don't know. Everything you do turns me on. I'm being serious."

Jennifer couldn't resist more teasing. She reached for her hairbrush and idly inserted it into her mouth, licking the very end of the handle. She smiled at him.

"Jen! THAT was the hottest thing I ever saw in my life... or ever hope to see!" He paused. "Yeah, add that to the list. No masturbating with a hairbrush in front of me." Then, "unless you want to, of course."

They both laughed, a good belly laugh that made them both feel better. "How about our walks?" Jennifer asked, seriously.

"I don't want to give up our walks, do you?" he asked.

"No, but maybe not like yesterday's walk. More like the ones before -- is that okay?"

"Yes. That's ok. Can we kiss? On the lips?"

Jennifer thought a minute, then leaned toward him and kissed his lips. "Looks like we can!" she replied, jubilantly.

The twin's discussion continued for quite some time and they both felt that they had gotten some issues resolved. Jennifer, though she still felt guilty, felt good that they had resolved to try to do the right thing. Jackson wondered if he could stick to the promise he made to himself to never do anything that would make his sister feel guilty later. His desire for her was stronger than ever.

Jackson was in a summer softball league and was gone 2 or 3 nights a week until midnight or even later. The games were played some 30 miles away and he sometimes went out with some of his friends after the games. He knew his parents didn't approve of any kind of drinking, but he often had a beer or two with his pals -- though he was very careful to avoid drinking when he felt a "buzz". His mother had smelled beer on his breath a few times and had serious discussions with him about it. He had been honest with her and had assured her that he never, ever had more than 2 beers. She still didn't like it much, but she told him just to be very careful and to think about who he was and that he represented them. Jackson took this advice to heart.

Jennifer had never thought anything of walking around the house half-dressed at home. The only time it had been an issue was when her mother warned her that she should watch what she wore around her brother. After that, she was careful not to flit around the house, dressed for bed, unless she put on a house coat. If Jackie wasn't home, however, she didn't pay any attention to this restriction. She didn't figure that her Dad would be affected by a glimpse of her panties peeking out from under her tee shirt or even notice the outline of her braless breasts.

One night, a couple of weeks after "the episode" with Jackson, he was at one of his softball games. Jennifer had the munchies and decided that some popcorn and some sweet tea would be nice. She came downstairs, dressed in her usual short tee shirt and skimpy panties, and found some micro wave popcorn. Her parents were in the living room, watching TV. Nearly the entire kitchen was visible from the living room, so Jennifer was making small talk with her parents as she prepared her snack. When she bent over to find a bowl for her popcorn, her tee shirt rode up, revealing her tiny panties. She got her snack and stood in the doorway to the living room, asking about the TV show. She wasn't aware that the light shone on her in such a way that the shirt was translucent, and revealed her curves in detail. She wished them goodnight, walked over and kissed them both, and went back upstairs.

Shana moved over closer to her husband on the couch and lay her hand on his crotch. "Enjoy that, did ya?"

"What are you talking about?" Tom said, defensively.

"Oh come on. I saw you looking." She smiled at him. "Do you think I care if you look?"

He looked at her, suspiciously. "Well, she shouldn't be wearing that kind of stuff around me. I'm a man. Men are gonna look."

Shana grasped his thick penis through his pants. "Oh you look all you want, Baby. No touching, though."

"You think I would touch her?" Tom replied.

"No! Of course not. I know what kind of a man you are, Tom. But, I'm just saying... whatever gets you revved up is good with me!" She leaned forward and kissed his lips. She loved him so much and she still desired him.

"So, let me get this straight," Tom said, looking his wife in the face. "If I get turned on looking at other gals, even -- her -- you don't care?"

"I'm okay with it. Seriously." She kissed him again. Then she grabbed the remote, turned off the TV, and led him to bed.

As they made love that night, Tom, not for the first time, imagined what it would be like to enjoy the delights of his young, ripe daughter. He had watched her develop for years and, recently, had begun to fantasize about her and to look for opportunities to watch her when she was unaware that he was around. The fact that his wife had given him permission to look at his daughter's near-perfect teenage body was almost too good to be true.

Shana had, secretly, always considered herself much more sexually adventurous and liberated than her husband. She had noticed her husband watching their daughter and knew that he must, as all men naturally did, find her attractive. She felt that their love life -- already good -- could be spiced up a bit by letting him know that it was perfectly okay with her for him to ogle their daughter.

After all, she had fantasized about their son, Jack. Jack loved to go without a shirt and she loved his hairless chest and six-pack abs that were so much like his father. A few weeks before, she was upstairs, in Jack's room, cleaning, when she heard the shower running and realized that she could stand behind his door and see into the bathroom through the crack at the hinge of the partially-closed door. The door to the shower was translucent, but when he slid the door back, there he was, in all his naked, grown-man, glory. 'Fuck! He's gorgeous!' she thought as she watched him dry off. She marveled at the size of his cock, which appeared to be almost as long, though not as thick as his Dad's. She stealthily left his room, locked the door to her bedroom, took out her dildo and fucked her horny pussy with it until she came. She imagined Jackson fucking her with his young, virile, cock. She let herself imagine that she would actually do this, as sinful as it was, if the opportunity presented itself.

Shana masturbated fairly often. She would wait until her husband was gone into town, usually, but sometimes she would do it if he were at the back of the farm, working. She didn't think it would be a huge deal if he caught her, but she preferred to keep it as her secret.

If Tom and the kids were going to be gone for several hours, she would indulge herself by reliving an episode from her own youth, a year or so before she met Tom, when she was barely 18 and still living at home. She, like Jennifer, had been an extremely attractive and well-developed girl. Her mother had left her and her father when she was a freshman in high school. They lived on a farm and owned Tennessee Walking Horses. At that time it was a very lucrative business, especially if you had a horse that had won some shows. People would bring their mares to be bred by the stallion, and the fees were exorbitant. Shana's Dad, Bill, had obtained a stallion that was the offspring of a Grand Champion; he made a good living on just the stud fees from this stallion. He also boarded and trained horses. He had a thriving business and made a good bit of money, but he and Shana had a hard time getting all the work done. Shana worked hard, cleaning stalls, running the horses through their daily exercises, feeding them -- besides being responsible for having something to eat prepared for her and her Dad. She was far too busy for boys, even though they flocked around her.

Shana loved her Dad above all things. She adored him; in her eyes he could do no wrong. He was always good to her, gave her money for her work, and was always fair. He rarely criticized anything she did, and never berated her. He might correct her, but gently and lovingly. When she was 15 he bought a colt for her. Star. He was coal black with a "star" of white on his forehead. He was beautiful. Shana fed him, doctored him, and trained him. Bill bought her a riding outfit -- black breeches, white blouse, black boots, and various hats and helmets. She looked great when she wore them.

Tennessee Walking Horses have a special gait that is not common to any other breed. They have been bred, and trained, to bring their front feet up higher than other horses. The result is a smooth ride and a thrill to watch. In a show, the horses are put through three gaits -- the flat walk, the running walk, and the cantor. They are judged on appearance and how well they perform those gaits. The appearance of the rider is always a huge plus, as well. Most riders for 3 and 4 year old horses, the prime showing age, are men. There are classes for amateurs, however, and there are many woman who compete. When Shana showed up, tall, blonde, blue-eyed, most of the crowd, and judges, were looking more at her than at the horse, even though Star was a good horse, beautiful and well-trained.

"Horse show season" extends from the Spring through early Fall. In the South, many communities have small horse shows to raise money for various things. Shana loved these events. She and Bill would put Star in their horse trailer early on a Saturday morning, drive several hours to a small community, compete, and drive back home the same evening.

Shortly after Shana turned 18, they were scheduled to go to a show in a rural community about a hundred miles away. As they got closer to the event, it started raining. Bill remarked that the show might be canceled. As they got closer, the rain became heavier but, upon arriving, they were told that the show would continue. The arena was an old football field for a school that hadn't existed in decades. The only place to change into her equestrian attire was in a crowded restroom, that didn't even have any stalls - or she could change in the truck. She opted for the truck and Bill stood by to insure her privacy.

Everything was muddy. The rain was relentless. Bill told Shana that it was just too dangerous. Horses sometimes slipped in the mud -- riders were thrown and sometimes trampled. Adding to the danger was the fact that most of the competitors were men who had trained and ridden for decades -- and they were out to win. When the call for "running walk" came, their horses would be going full speed, the huge bodies of the horses potentially trampling anything that might be in their way. A fallen rider could be fatally injured.

Shana loved competing and was willing to ride, even though it was dangerous, in the mud and standing water. She begged her father to allow her to ride. She had her heart set on competing. In the end, Bill relented.

The horses were allowed into the ring, an oval area somewhat smaller than a football field. In larger venues, of course, the ring was much larger. The gate, at which the grooms stood, and where the horses were allowed into the ring, was about 3 feet tall, when closed. Grooms were only allowed into the ring if there was an equipment problem or, in some classes, to remove the saddles to allow the judges to inspect the horses more closely. Bill stood, anxiously, at the groom's gate.

The gate was opened, allowing the horses to start circling the ring. Once they were all in, the announcer instructed them to start the "flat walk". Shana detected that Star was a bit nervous. He always was when crowded. Even though he was a large horse, by now, some of the other horses were larger and it was intimidating to both horse and rider. Shana happened to be the only female in the class, along with about 15 men. They were whistling at her and calling her "little girl" and saying other demeaning things to her as she circled among them. It was still raining, but had slacked up. The ring, meant to be hard dirt, was nothing but mud with water standing in many places. Shana realized that it was, indeed, very dangerous and that the show probably should have been canceled.

The announcer suddenly said, "Let them go running walk now! Let them walk on!" The crowd rose to their feet, and cheers rang throughout the small arena. Shana smiled. She lived for this. Star was stepping high, his head nodding in time to the music being played over the speakers. This was what it was all about! Then Star was jostled by another horse, coming up from behind them. He slipped and Shana, not expecting it, was thrown over his head into the muddy track. She tried to get up, but her arm wouldn't work. Huge horses, flying around the track were headed toward her. They couldn't stop. It was too late. They would certainly trample her.

Out of nowhere Bill was pulling at his daughter, picking up her 125 pounds as if she was as light as a feather. He had seen Star slip and had immediately vaulted over the gate and ran onto the track. As he carried her, safely, across the track she saw that tears were coursing down his face. He had thought that he had lost her, his precious daughter, his only purpose in life. The other horses had stopped. Some grooms had gotten to Star, who was unhurt, but very scared. They had calmed him and were leading him out of the arena. The crowd, who had suddenly become deathly silent when she fell, exploded in applause when they realized that Shana was no longer in danger. The announcer praised God that "the little girl" was fine.

But she wasn't "fine". She was hurt. Shana was crying in pain. Several people had gathered around her. She kept telling them that her arm was hurt. She couldn't move it and the pain was horrible. A doctor was summoned from the stands and he decided that her shoulder was dislocated. He told her that he could snap it back into place, but that there would be severe pain. There was no hospital within 30 miles. They could call an ambulance, but it would take 30 minutes to even get there. Shana told him to go ahead and do it but, when he did, the pain was so unbearable that she passed out. Bill was beside himself. What could he do? The doctor continued to attend to her, however, and soon she was conscious again. She assured them that the pain had diminished and that she would be okay.

Shana was soaked to the skin and mud covered her from head to foot. She was shivering. The only change of clothing that she had brought was a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. They were in the truck, but when she got in the truck to change, she realize that she couldn't. Her injury wouldn't allow her to even raise her arm, although the pain was minimal as long as she left her arm hanging down at her side. Bill got Star loaded and got in the truck, turning the heat up as high as it would go. He knew that his little girl, his Shana, was hurting. She was cold and he didn't know what to do. He started the truck and drove out onto the road, in the general direction of home.

"Daddy, I've got to get this wet stuff off," she complained after a few miles. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a bother..."

"No, honey. I just don't know what to do. Do you want me to find a motel? I think I know where one is, in a few miles. We can get you a shower and warmed up. We can spend the night and take you to our clinic back home tomorrow."

"Yes. Please. That sounds good," she shivered.

The motel was cheap and dirty. A "no tell motel". Probably rented by the hour. Bill managed to get Shana into the room and told her to go into the bathroom and take a shower to get warmed up. He was soaked, himself, although not as thoroughly as his daughter. He had not even thought to bring a change of clothes, so when Shana went into the bathroom he took all of his clothes off, except his wet underpants, and sat on the bed, trying to get the heater to work.

"Daddy?" Shana yelled.

"What, Honey?" he asked, as he walked to the bathroom door.

"You're going to have to help me," came the reply. "I cannot even take my clothes off." Shana had never, purposely, displayed her body to her Dad, but she knew that this was an emergency. Her discomfort with the wet, muddy clothes and her hurt shoulder, far outweighed any false modesty she might have.

Bill opened the door, aware that his wet underpants were completely transparent. He knew that his daughter didn't need to see him this way, but there was no way around it. She needed help.

He went in and had her sit on the toilet as he unbuttoned her filthy, once-white, blouse, then helped her unbuckle her tight fitting riding breeches and pulled them down and off. She was then clad only in wet panties and a wet bra, which had, somehow also become mud-streaked. He tried not to look, but he couldn't help but notice how delightfully perfect his daughter's body was. He chastised himself as he turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature.

"Ok, honey, do you want me to go out while you shower?" he asked.

"Daddy, I'm not showering with my underwear on," she said apologetically. She put her hand on his head and said, "It's okay, Daddy. It's okay."

He unsnapped her bra and removed it, almost moaning when he viewed her large, perfect, unfettered breasts. He knew that she was well endowed and had idly wondered what they must look like, but he had not imagined that she had a body that would rival a model in what he termed a "girly magazine". But she certainly did and it was hard not to look. Her mother certainly never looked like that.

Then he grasped her panties and pulled them off of her, trying not to stare at her pussy, which, he noticed, was neatly trimmed. Her body was amazing, he thought, even while he fought with himself to not think about it.

Shana stepped into the shower, allowing it to rinse her body. "Daddy, I know you don't want to do this, but can you get some of this mud off of me?" She had already noticed that his cock was standing at half-mast. She realized that this was just a natural reaction and that her Daddy wasn't purposely viewing her as a sexual object. After all, she reasoned, he had no wife and no girlfriend. What was he to do?

Bill took the only wash cloth and rubbed soap on it, creating a lather. Trying to stay away from his daughter's most precious parts, he scrubbed at the mud on her. He washed her face, her neck, and her legs -- and then he washed her hair. As she closed her eyes for him to wash and then rinse her hair, he allowed himself to gaze at her breasts, the nipples erect, as if she were sexually aroused. He hated the thoughts that were going through his mind, but he knew that, eventually, he would allow himself to revisit this scene many times in his mind, as he stroked himself.

Bill dried her off with the one towel that had been provided, but had her to dry off the parts that he knew he should not touch. By now, Shana was used to him looking at her naked. In fact, a new thought had entered her mind. She liked it. She could clearly see that he was sexually aroused and she liked the feeling of having this power over her beloved Dad. She certainly wasn't going to do anything with her own father -- perish the thought -- but it made her feel good about herself and, hopefully, it was something that her sweet Daddy enjoyed, too.

As they returned to the room -- the room with ONE BED -- Bill told her that he didn't think anything was dry enough to put on. He told her to get under the covers and that he would sleep on top of the covers.

"No, Daddy," she said. "That's silly. It's not a big deal. Get under the covers with me."

Bill knew that this was a bad idea, but what could he do? His underwear was wet, though, so he got under the covers and removed his boxers and threw them over to where their other clothes were piled. He tried to scoot to one side of the bed so that he wouldn't touch her. He turned his back and tried to go to sleep, knowing that his completely naked, goddess-of-a-daughter, was not two feet away from him. His cock was completely engorged. He knew that nothing would make it go down unless he either masturbated or fell asleep. He certainly was not going to masturbate.

Bill did, indeed, fall asleep, but was awakened at around 3 AM with the sounds of his daughter, sobbing. He quickly turned over and asked her what was wrong.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she replied. "My shoulder is hurting so bad. I can't help it."

"Should we get up and drive to the ER right now?" he asked.

"No, no. I only want to go to my doctor. I'm okay. Can you hold me?"

Every fiber of his being cried, 'NO!', but he said, "sure, Honey."

He scooted over close to her, feeling her warm, naked body against his hip. She scooted over next to him, rolling toward him slightly, so that she was half on her back and half on her side. Her head rested at the juncture of his arm and chest. She reached her arm around him and he could feel her breast against his chest. His cock hardened again, rapidly.

Shana hadn't intended anything sexual, but when her breast was mashed up against his big, hairy, muscular, chest, she suddenly felt a wave of unbidden lust surge through her body. She had never even come close to having sex, but here she was, naked, next to the naked body of the one perfect man on all the earth -- her precious Daddy. Her nipples hardened and, despite the lingering pain in her shoulder, she felt her pussy getting wet. She wondered if her Daddy's cock was still hard.

After a great while, he began to snore lightly. Her hand, which had been alternately stroking his hairy chest and, even hairier, stomach, began to very, very slowly, search lower. She had to know! She had to feel of it! Then, there it was. Her Daddy's half-hardened cock. The cock that made her! How arousing was that?? It felt extremely thick. To her inexperienced hand, it felt like it was as big around as a soup can. How in the world could that ever go inside a woman's body?? Her fingers went lower, finding his scrotum. She liked looking at horse balls -- for some strange reason they turned her on. To her, they were a metaphor for virility and power. Her Dad's felt very large, and this turned her on even more. She thought how sexy it would be to kiss them or play with them and how delightful it would be to have his permission to do this all the time. She imagined how sexy it would be for them to sleep together naked all the time and to even do things -- sexual things -- with each other.

She moved her hand from her father's balls to her own wet pussy. Despite her pain, she was extremely horny. She began to finger herself and to touch her clit. She would pause to make sure Bill was still asleep, and then would proceed. She tentatively reached over to touch his cock again, finding it still half-hard, and then played with herself until her orgasm washed over her. She made no sound, but her breathing was so hard that she feared waking her father. He continued to sleep, however.

The next morning, Shana was feeling better. She could see her father watching her, surreptitiously, as she moved around the room. She was still, or course, completely naked. She found herself wanting him to look at her, even though she knew this was an evil impulse. He had covered himself as soon as possible after going to the bathroom, which disappointed her.

He had to help her dress. He, secretly and to his own dismay, enjoyed this immensely. This would probably be the only time he ever got to feast his eyes on his daughter's lovely assets, and he wanted to remember it perfectly. Her clothes were still damp, but they got them on and loaded up and went home.

Her injury wasn't major, but she had to wear a sling. Even though she could manage, with difficulty, on her own, she used the excuse for her Dad to help her dress and undress for several weeks.

Shana had sometimes imagined her Dad when she and her husband, Tom, made love. Tom didn't know this, of course. Her Dad was now in his early 60's, still virile and sexy in her eyes, but of course they had never had sexual relations. She had loved showing him her body, which she did in various ways, after that event, but they had never actually done anything sexual with each other.

Now she often thought of her son when she made love with Tom. She longed to "role-play". Tom could pretend to be Jackson at times. Then she would gladly pretend to be Jennifer, allowing him to imagine the pleasures of his own daughter's sensuous body. She didn't know how to broach the subject, but felt that their discussion of the previous evening might have cracked open the door just a tad. After all, if her husband openly admitted lusting after their daughter, how big of a step was there to role-playing that fantasy?

Meanwhile, the twins were walking on eggshells. Jennifer longed for Jackson. She was masturbating more frequently, imagining Jackson making love to her. She longed to just do something -- anything -- with him. They continued to kiss, as they said they would, but even that was infrequent and was usually just a peck. They had opportunities to go on their "walks", to their "special place", but both had agreed that it might be dangerous. Jackson, as much as he loved and cared for his sister, was on fire with lust for her. Now, if he saw her dressed for bed, obviously braless, and sometimes caught a glimpse of her panties under that ubiquitous tee shirt she slept in, lust gripped his entire being. He felt insane with lust for her. Now that he knew what sex was like with her, how her breasts tasted in his mouth, how her little pussy clasped his cock, how she eagerly asked him to cum inside her -- it was too much to bear. He felt like a drug addict. She was his drug and he was totally and irreversibly addicted to her. It had been almost a month, but it seemed much longer to him.

One morning, as he, as always, was thinking about his sister, he walked out the back door and saw her working in the garden. He stood there, admiring her sheer beauty, mourning for their "former" life when he could just invite her for a "walk" and knowing that he would at least get to touch her. Now he was almost afraid to even suggest such a thing. He was convinced that she was never going to put herself in a compromising situation with him again.

As she scoured the garden, weeding and looking for ripe vegetables, Jennifer was thinking, as always, of her beloved brother. She knew that he loved her and he had demonstrated that love by denying himself the pleasure that she had offered him. He knew she would feel guilty, and he didn't want that for her. That was pure love. She knew that both of their parents were away from the farm for several hours and that, in a "previous life", she and Jack would probably go on one of their infamous "walks". She wished she could go back in time, to that relatively innocent period in their lives.

Then she spotted Jackson. "Hey!" she yelled, brightly. "Get over here and help me, lazy bones."

He was dressed, as usual, in running shorts and a baseball shirt. She mused that he would probably take that shirt off if he began to get hot and sweaty. No harm in that, right? He walked into the garden, grabbing a hoe on the way.

"This corn need weeding? Or is it high enough not to need it anymore?" he asked.

"I wouldn't bother with that, but you can get rid of some of this Johnson Grass over here," she answered.

He walked over and began trying to dig out some of the stubborn weed. It could, and often did, choke out other plants. As she expected, he soon discarded the shirt. She stood back to admire his physique. She longed to touch him, to kiss his hard, tanned muscles. He wasn't as muscular as her father, but he was every bit a man and how she knew it! She chewed her bottom lip, allowing herself to thoroughly enjoy watching her handsome twin.

He stopped and looked at her with a quizzical look. "What? All of a sudden I'm doing all the work?"

She was dressed in short denim shorts (her mother had, predictably, made her throw the really short ones away) and a white tee shirt that was knotted so that her midriff was bare. 'She looks delicious', he thought.

She laughed, making that adorable giggly sound that delighted him so. "That's the idea, Big Brother! You have to take care of your little sister, you know."

"That's what she said," they both laughed, in unison.

'This is foolish,' he thought. Jackson returned his hoe to the fence. "Let's go for a walk, Baby Sister," he ordered. Enough of this. They had always been able to go to their special place, talk, and settle things. Why not now?

She regarded him. She knew she could not agree to this. She had to be the one, today, that was strong. She knew that nothing good could come of this. Besides, why couldn't they talk right here? Or sit at the kitchen table and drink some sweet tea and talk? Why did it have to be way in the back of the farm, back in the woods, in solitude? No, there was no reason to do that, and no way would she allow herself to get in that situation. No. No. No.

"Okay," she said, robotically.

The twins walked past the barn, down the path to the woods, held hands, and walked toward the steep hill. Both lost in thought, they said nothing. As they reached the summit of the hill, they stopped to admire the view. They saw the rolling countryside, their entire farm and some neighboring farms. It was beautiful, and they never tired of it.

Jackson brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. The look in her eyes melted his heart. He had no doubt that this woman, his twin sister, was in love with him. She didn't have to say it. She didn't have to show him. He could tell from looking into her deep, beautiful, brown eyes, that she adored him, as he adored her.

Jennifer gazed into her brother's eyes. How could she ever love another man like she loved him? Would there ever be a man that loved her as unconditionally and purely as he did? She could not imagine it. She knew that she was the most important thing in the world to him. He could not bear for her to hurt. He could not bear for her to suffer disappointment. She knew that he loved her more than he loved himself. She also knew that this was how marriage was supposed to be. The husband and the wife were supposed to love each other so much that they were willing to submit to each other -- to put the other partner's needs before their own. She knew she felt this way about Jackson and she knew that he felt that way about her. But they could never enjoy "marital bliss". No matter how much they loved each other, what they desired was forbidden.​