Incest/Taboo The Lancaster Twins

Winter - in early December the cold temperatures hit. No snow yet, but it was cold. The twins had to either scrape the frost from their windshields, or let their cars run a while before leaving for college. Finals were upon them and they couldn't afford to miss. They were finding out that college teachers were not nearly as flexible as high school teachers had been. Excuses weren't readily accepted. They couldn't be late and had been told that exams would occur no matter what the weather was.

Jackson had met a girl and had started dating. She was in one of his classes at school and had flirted with him so much that he finally asked her if he could buy her a coffee at the campus grill. She had readily accepted and Josh quickly discovered that Renee was a very interesting, smart, and nice girl. They had gone out several times, to movies and football games. Jackson was relieved that she seemed to just want to have a good time and, beyond a few sessions of kissing, she had shown no signs that she wanted sex. Jackson was unsure what he would do if the opportunity came to have sex with her. She was a very attractive, green-eyed, slender redhead, but he was unsure that he wanted to have sex with anyone but his sister. He “wanted” to, but he felt that he would be cheating on Jennifer, whom he loved more than he could possibly love anyone else.

The twins had talked much more about dating. They both had agreed (although Jackson was reluctant to do so) that they would approach dating as if they were not engaged in an incestuous relationship. This meant, they agreed, that even sex with others was not off the table. The most important thing, they both agreed, was that they be honest with each other. If one of them had sex with someone else, they would inform the other, no matter how much it hurt.

Jennifer was still dating Josh and was liking him more and more. They had still not done anything remotely sexual, but had gone "parking" several times and enjoyed kissing each other, even tongue kissing, very much. Jennifer had returned home several times with wet panties and found release with her brother. This bothered Jackson the first couple of times, but he then found that it was a turn on that his sister would get sexually excited with another boy, but come to him to satisfy her needs.

He knew deep down, however, that it was just a matter of time before his sister would spread her long, shapely legs and allow some other boy to enjoy the treasures that, at present, belonged only to her brother. His sister was hot-blooded and loved sex. She had never made it a secret that she was turned on by many other boys and men, although she felt that she loved Jackson more than she would ever love another man.

One night Jennifer and Jackson had made love and were lying in bed together, talking about random things. Jackson had remarked that no girl on Jennifer's basketball team had been built as well as her and that those girls were probably jealous of her. Jennifer said that was ridiculous but wanted to know if any of the boys on Jackson's sports teams were as hung as he was. Jackson told her, honestly, that he didn't think any of them were as big as him.

Jennifer smiled. "I love that," she said. "I like knowing that I've had the most hung man around." She paused, then smiled again. "Except Dad, of course."

Jackson's expression made her laugh out loud. "What? How? Have you seen it?" he asked, incredulously.

"Not hard, no. But I've seen him pee. It is BIG!" she exclaimed. "And I've sat in his lap and it feels like fence post!"

Jackson was flabbergasted. "He was hard when you were in his lap?" he gasped.

Jennifer was enjoying this immensely. "You've told me, many times, that I could make any man hard. Dad is a man," she deadpanned.

"But...Jen...well...did you like that? And how did you see him peeing?"

"Well of course I liked it. It's flattering to know you can turn someone on, right?" she teased. "I used to hide in the barn and peek on him peeing. I was just curious. I'm not perverted..." she laughed. "Well, strike that... I am perverted. So are you, so don't judge. Don't even tell me you've never looked at Mom's boobs. She looks like a college girl and is built better than anyone!"

"I saw her naked once," he admitted. He told her about the time that he had seen her undress and get into the shower, and then how he had watched her exit the shower and dry herself off. "It was almost like she was showing off for me. You're right, she is built like a brick shithouse."

"We really ARE perverted, Jackson," she giggled as she noticed his cock had hardened. "Siblings that fuck each other - pretty perverted. But it's not going to EVER stop me," she said as she moved on top of her brother and took his newly stiffened cock into her recently fucked pussy. "Mmmmmm, oh this is so good! Why is it so good the second time?" she moaned.

Jackson held her huge, perfectly round, orbs in his hands as she rode up and down his thick cock. "Poor old Josh," he panted. "You know he's at home masturbating about doing this with you right now!"

"Do you ever think about Mom when you fuck me?" she asked, grinning.

"No, I don't, but I used to think about her when I masturbated. I assure you that nobody would ever think about anyone else when they're fucking YOU! Do you even have any fucking idea how hot you are?"

"I love when you tell me stuff like that. I don't even care if it's true," she said as she rode up and down his engorged shaft. The fact that he had cum not 15 minutes previously meant that she could fuck him as aggressively as she wanted. "I love you looking at my body, too. This body is yours - forever... I am cummingggggg!!"

She lay on him, kissing his mouth, mashing her breasts into his chest. His cock was still inside her, hard as a rock. "You think about Dad when I do you?" he asked.

She sat up and smiled, then playfully hit him in the chest. "No! He's sexy though. And I wasn't kidding about his cock. It is MONSTROUS!"

"You slutty little pervert," he said as he expertly flipped her over on her back and started fucking his cock in and out of her sex-slickened pussy. He reached and grasped her ankles and spread her long legs wide as he began to fuck her fast and hard.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" she laughed. "Oh fuck me hard and deep, Jackson. Fuck you're so good. I can't EVER get enough of you! Make me cum again, please," she begged.

Jackson paused and leaned forward to bite her nipple. She yipped with pain as he moved to the other one and bit it, as well. He then returned to the first one and licked where he had bitten. He gave the second one the same treatment. He knew his sister loved it.

"You're going to make your own sister cum!" she announced, panting. "You should be ashamed of yourself!" She tossed her ponytail and fucked her hips toward him. "Oh yes," she groaned. "I'm cummmmmmmming! Ohhhhh fuckkkk, Jackson, fuckkkkkkkkkkk!" she moaned as she twisted her body upward on his deliciously impaling cock.

Jackson was nearing his own release and decided to do something a bit different. He suddenly withdrew and quickly kneeled over his sister's body and blew his load on her face, neck and breasts. He had already cum, but there was still a great amount of spewing, warm cum that covered his sister's face.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Oh I love that stuff. I wish I could bathe in it! Mmmmm, more please?"

The last day of semester exams, it snowed. The weatherman was calling for 8 -10 inches. Jennifer rode with Jackson, in his Jeep, to classes. They agreed to meet at the campus grill at noon. Classes would be over and they would have nearly a month to enjoy the holidays. The both expected 4.0 GPA's, but were ready to relax from studying for a while.

By the time they had finished their exams, snow had covered the ground and the temperature had dropped. The streets were icy and slick. Jackson had some experience driving in snow and his Jeep was a 4 wheel drive, so he was confident that they could make it home if he drove slowly.

As they drove toward home, Shana called to tell them that Bill, their grandfather, had been thrown by a horse that morning and had a broken leg. He needed Shana to come and take care of him for a few days and she wanted Jackson to take her to the hospital to get Bill and then on to the ranch, when the twins arrived home. Tom had far too much to tend to on the farm to take her. They also were afraid that they might get stranded and couldn't get back home.

When the twins arrived, Shana was almost in a panic and was ready to go. She had packed Jackson and herself an overnight bag, just in case. Jackson threw their stuff in the back of the Jeep and they slowly crept down the country road toward the hospital where Bill was, some 40 miles away.

Upon arriving at the hospital, they were relieved to find that the break was minor and that Bill was about to be dismissed from the hospital. He would have to be on crutches for a few weeks, but he was okay. They managed to get him in the front seat of the Jeep and, with the snow continuing to come down, headed for his ranch.

By the time the trio arrived at the ranch, the roads were almost impassable. Jackson had never seen snow like this. He didn't let them know it, but he was very nervous as they drove. It was not difficult to persuade him that he would need to spend the night. Shana had already determined that she would spend a few days, regardless, but did not want Jackson to attempt driving all the way home in the storm.

"Well, Jenny, looks like we're on our own tonight. Jackson is not going to try to come home tonight, and your mother is probably going to be staying with Grampa a few days. The way it's snowed, I'll be surprised if Jackson can get back here tomorrow," Tom informed Jennifer.

"I'm glad he isn't going to try to drive home. I was worried," she admitted. "We can have pizza and watch a movie, if you want! We never get to have a daddy-daughter night," she said, giggling to herself. She found a frozen pizza and popped it in the oven.

They ate their pizza and Tom found Seinfeld on TV. They both enjoyed watching it and the program guide said that it would be on all evening. They were both laughing at Kramer's antics and George's selfishness. Jennifer was so happy that she had her dad to herself. She enjoyed having him to herself so much, but that rarely happened.

After they finished eating she rinsed the dishes, told Tom she would be right back, and went upstairs. Ever since the night that she had sat in Tom's lap, dressed in her short nightie, she had looked forward to an opportunity to tease him again. She knew it was naughty, but she knew that her father enjoyed it and that there were unspoken boundaries that neither of them would cross. Her body tingled just thinking about her handsome father gawking at her body and, perhaps, just perhaps sitting in his lap. She knew that his cock would get hard. She knew that would turn her on and that, afterward, she would masturbate imagining her well-hung Dad.

She put on her short nightie, the same one that she had worn on the previous occasion. It was translucent and as she glanced down she could see the hint of her nipples through the material. It was also low cut, showing the tops of her gorgeous breasts. It was fastened by a cord underneath her breasts. She cinched it together, the nightie overlapping, pulled it tight, and tied it in a bow. Untying the bow would allow the nightie to open for easy removal (although removing it was certainly not in her plans). She put on white, bikini panties and white, thigh-high leggings. She was so tall that the nightie only came to her crotch. Her legs were long and, even though it was winter, they still were tanned from summer. She pulled the nightie up to display her tiny panties and looked at herself in the mirror and knew that she looked sexy. She knew that if Jackson was there that he couldn't resist her and that he would insist that she leave the thigh-high leggings on as he fucked her. She tingled all over, as she always did when she thought of how she loved sex with her twin brother.

The Lancasters rarely used their fireplace, but Tom had decided that he would build a fire. The temperature was going to dip to single digits; Tom reasoned that the central heat could use all the assistance he could provide. It might save a few bucks, plus fire was always nice on a cold, winter night. He knew that Jenny liked to have a fire in the fireplace. Unless he missed his guess, his daughter would be in teasing mode tonight. He didn't know what she got out of displaying her young body to him, but he loved it. It was innocent fun, after all. Besides, Shana knew about it and had given her permission for him to look - she would take care of the rest. Tom thought that Jenny was probably still a virgin - he doubted that the new boyfriend had managed to get past first base with her.

He got the fire blazing then changed into some loose fitting cotton pajamas. They were very soft and, if he were fortunate enough that Jenny sat in his lap, he would feel her body through the pajamas much better than if he were wearing shorts or jeans.

When Jennifer bounded down the stairs, her magnificent young breasts bouncing noticeably, her long legs clad in sexy knee-high leggings and her tiny white panties visible with every step, Tom's cock began to harden immediately. It was so obvious that she had chosen this outfit just for him.

"Wow, honey, I love that outfit," he gushed. Why not just tell her? After all, she wanted him to notice her. "Those leggings are a nice touch on a cold night!"

"Thank you, Daddy!" she giggled. She was a little taken aback that he had called attention to her outfit, but she had certainly asked for it. "Hey, you built a fire! Let's turn out the lights and light some candles!"

"To watch TV?" he laughed.

"Sure, why not?" She found some scented candles, lit them, and turned out all of the lights except for the television. Tom had chosen to lay on the couch to watch, so Jennifer lay down in front of him so that he could spoon her. They had not done that since she was a little girl, but it seemed like fun to her.

When she scooted back from the edge of the couch she could feel that Tom was already hard. His cock felt massive. She already knew that he was bigger than Jackson, even though Jackson was hung like a horse. Her dad was even bigger and that made her pussy drool with lust. She knew she could not have sex with him, for all kinds of reasons, but that didn't keep her from wanting it. She often fantasized about making love with her father. She could almost cum from just thinking about how it would feel to have him stretch her hot teen pussy with his massive column of man-meat. The intimacy that they would share because of their deep familial love for each other would be mind-blowing!

Tom almost gasped with pleasure when her firm teen ass pushed against his swollen cock. He reached around her and, discovering that her short nightie had ridden up past her tummy, lay his hand on her bare stomach. Her flesh was so warm and sexy. He knew that it would be so easy to just move his hand upward and touch her mouth-watering breasts. What he wouldn't give to be able to suck and lick them like he did her mother's!

He stroked her stomach, amazed at how smooth and tight it was. He could easily feel her sexy, well-defined, abdominal muscles. All that farm work and playing basketball in high school had kept her in perfect shape, he reflected. He ran his fingertips across her navel and inserted the tip of one finger inside, rubbing it around the circumference.

She giggled. "Daddy, that tickles just TOO much!" she said as she rolled over to face him.

When she turned he caught a glimpse of one of her nipples. Her huge, firm breasts were almost totally exposed to his lecherous eyes. Even her mother's breasts had never looked this sexy and delicious, he thought. He wondered what she would do if he suddenly touched one or even kissed the top of one of them. It would be so easy to do in this position. Her breasts seemed to be beckoning him to give them attention and he was dying to do so. He was afraid that his common sense and self-control were abandoning him. He had known that his luscious young daughter would tease him tonight, but he hadn't counted on THIS. His cock was so swollen with need that the cock head was underneath the elastic of the pajamas. Another inch and the tip would be visible. And he was sure that pre-cum was leaking out.

Jennifer put her hands at the back of Tom's neck and looked in his eyes. She knew he was staring at her boobs and that he probably could see her nipples. This nightie was really too revealing. She probably should have been just a tad more conservative, even if she was going to tease him. She didn't want to look like a slut, but she did long for her dad to see everything she had - to enjoy what he was responsible for creating. Even if they didn't touch, even if nothing happened at all, she loved her daddy to gaze at her ripe teen body. She knew she looked good to him and she wanted him to enjoy it. She wished that she could think of an excuse to show him her full nakedness. She was once so reticent about showing her body, but since her sexuality had been awakened, she was extremely turned on by the thought of revealing it. She now loved for men to look at her, and the more forbidden, the more taboo, the better. She fantasized about stripping, but she knew she would never do that. Still, what was wrong with fantasizing? She knew it would totally turn her own to slowly remove her clothing in front of a room full of lecherous, yet appreciative, men. After all, there would be no touching!

Her father was so very handsome, she thought. He was strong from working on the farm all his life. His body was muscular, much more muscular than Jackson, even though Jackson had a very nice body. She quickly glanced down at her bosom and saw that her nipples were covered, but just barely. Her breasts were bunched together as if she were offering them to her father. She didn't know how she would react if he actually touched them, but she was dying for him to do just that! Wouldn't it be heaven to just lay back and let him feast on her young tits? Oh, she wanted that so badly!

Tom was unsure what to do, so he tickled her tummy, barely sliding his fingers across her flesh, knowing that she was extremely ticklish. Involuntarily, her knee came up into his crotch. Not hard, not enough to hurt, but enough for Jennifer to feel just how desperately hard her father's cock was. She stopped just in time for her knee to rest against his incredibly engorged cock. She stayed in that position and looked into his face to see if there would be a reaction.

"Whoa, careful there!" he groaned, although she had stopped just short of kneeing him in the balls.

"I'm sorry!" she laughed. "I am so ticklish! No fair!" she said in an adorable, pouty voice.

Tom put an arm around her to hold her still, then ran his finger across the bare flesh of her tummy again, eliciting more laughter. She wriggled, trying to get free from his grasp and, in doing so, her incredible breasts were pushed upward, within inches of his face. One nipple was now uncovered. It was stiff; Tom knew that she was just as turned on as he was. It was, however, his responsibility to make sure this didn't get out of hand. He gazed at her breasts. He couldn't help it. He couldn't make himself even pretend that he wasn't staring. One tit was almost totally exposed and the other one was covered just enough to be infinitely enticing. Tom was at his breaking point.

"Watch the show," he croaked, motioning for her to turn back over. She did so and pushed her ass onto his swollen cock. She didn't care that he knew she was doing it on purpose. If she couldn't have him inside her - and she certainly could not! - She intended to at least feel of him as best she could with her ass. She wriggled her butt, as if to remove all doubt that she knew what she was doing. But two could play that game. He pushed himself forward so that his pajama-clad cock was lodged between her ass-cheeks.

Jennifer's body was aching for sex - or at least something sexual, even if it weren't intercourse. She hadn't counted on getting this turned on by her father. She had surreptitiously touched between her legs and discovered that her panties were soaked nearly to the waist-band. Her nipples were swollen and raging with need. She needed - FUCKING WANTED - him to do something! Couldn't he at least touch her breasts? What would be so wrong with that? What would be wrong with him tweaking her nipples or even kissing her breasts? That WAS wrong, she knew, but there were things that were a lot worse. She longed for him to touch them, squeeze them - just to gaze at them like he had been doing a few moments before. Yes, more of that would make her even hotter. She needed him to look at her, feast his eyes on her, tell her, even without words, that she was sexy and desirable. If only she knew for sure that he desired her! Maybe that would take the edge off of this incredible need that she felt at that moment.

Suddenly she sat up on the edge of the couch. "It is too hot in here, Daddy. That fire is making me so hot!" She realized her double entendre, and stifled a giggle.

"Well, you could take those leggings off... but I'm not sure that you can go further than that," he muttered. "You could go outside for a minute. That would do it," he teased.

"You like my leggings?" she asked. "This is the first time I've worn them." She saw no need to tell him that she had worn them for Jackson and that he had loved her long legs, clad in the warm, soft, leggings, wrapped around him as he fucked her wanton pussy, as she eagerly gave herself to their incestuous mating.

Tom did indeed like her leggings. He couldn't explain why thigh high leggings had always been such a turn on to him, but they were. Shana had several pairs of them, but he was unaware that she had helped Jennifer pick these out. "I love them, baby. You look really good in them, too," he said, imagining her long legs clad in those leggings wrapping around his body.

"Aren't you hot?" she asked as she unbuttoned the top button of his pajama top.

"I kinda am. The fire will die down before long and it won't be so hot," he assured her as she unbuttoned another button of his pajamas. Her nightie was so low cut that he could clearly see her entire breasts, almost to the nipple, as she leaned over him. They hung there like young, fresh fruits. Tom was almost sure that his daughter knew that he was looking and would not object if he touched them. He was dying to at least grasp them, heft them, and hold them.

Jennifer had his pajama top totally unbuttoned. "Your chest is so muscular, Daddy," she gushed. "I always like it when you go without a shirt. I bet Mom does, too!" she laughed.

"My parents didn't think it was proper for men to go without a shirt," he told her. "Of course they didn't think women should wear shorts, especially in public. Anyway, I guess that's why I hardly ever go without a shirt."

Jennifer played with his chest, wondering if his lack of chest hair was because of his Native American heritage. She had read that some tribes had very little body hair. "Does Mom like your body?" she asked, unashamed to broach such a personal topic. After all, she was practically displaying her entire body to him and they both knew he had a raging erection. Why not ask intimate questions?

"Well, I suppose she does," he replied, knowing full-well that Shana was still very much turned on by his body and always had been. "But probably not as much as I like hers!"

"Yeah, Mom is built, isn't she? And she never seems to age. I hope I look half that good when I get her age," she commented.

Tom gazed at her breasts as she continued to run her hands over his chest and tummy. "I don't think you have to worry, honey," he whispered. He raised up enough to take his pajama top off and threw it in the floor. If his daughter wanted to see him shirtless, let her. She was certainly showing herself off. He felt he owed her.

Jennifer smiled as he lay back on the couch. "I'm a great mind to do that, too..." she whispered, "But I don't guess that would be proper." She looked in his face, knowing that this was a crucial moment. Was he strong enough to deny her? She knew she had no willpower. She would give him anything he wanted. She was sure that her father would not 'go all the way with her', but even that was not off the table at this time. It was up to him. She had always trusted him and she was putting this situation totally in his control. Her body desired him - she had always desired him since she even knew what a sexual urge was. It was totally different from her lust for her brother, she reasoned. She was so close to her twin brother that having sex with him was almost like masturbating - they were like one entity - but she wondered how she was going to tell, or if she would tell Jackson about this.

Jackson. How could she tell him about this? She had promised him. It would be different if it were anyone else. She could tell Jackson. But this was their Dad! Jennifer didn't want Jackson to think less of their father. She could admit her own slutty behavior, she reasoned, but she didn't want Jackson to realize their father's weakness for her. She knew, in her heart, that her father could not turn her down. She could seduce him; of that she had no doubt. She wanted him, too. She really did want him. She wanted to fuck him and do everything that she did with Jackson, even though she knew she loved only Jackson in that special, romantic way. She was in love with Jackson. Could she fuck their father and then face him? Could she lie to him?

Tom knew what he should do, but his natural instincts as a man were overriding his paternal instincts. "You said you were too hot, Jenny. If it will make you comfortable, go ahead," he croaked, hating his own weakness.

Jennifer fingered the knot that held the nightie together. Untying the knot, by the mere pull of a string, would open the entire front of the garment. Jennifer leaned toward her father and took his hand. He thought at first that she was going to place his hand on her breast, but she brought it to the cord, instead. She put the cord into Tom's hand. He knew that a simple tug would reveal his daughter's body to his lecherous gaze. She was letting him - or forcing him to - make the decision.

He grasped the tie in his fingers and looked in her face. She smiled sexily. She wanted this. He pulled the cord and her nightie fell open. She subtly shifted position so that the sheer material fell off of her breasts, revealing her unfettered, bare breasts to her father's hungry gaze. Her nipples were as hard as they had ever been.

"Jenny," he whispered... He could find no words to say. The sight of his ripe, 18 year old daughter, was mesmerizing. There was only one reason that she had done what she had just done - because that's what she wanted to do. His will-power was gone. He would not think about consequences right now. All that mattered was what was happening right this minute. His incredibly gorgeous daughter was nearly naked, and she was showing herself to him. He was going to enjoy it. He would never forget it. He had never in his entire life seen such a gorgeous, sexy woman - and that included her mother, who had always been his standard for the perfect woman - until now. Surely there had never been a woman in the history of earth that was as purely sexy as this creature - his own daughter. She was perfect. Her breasts were perfectly round and had no sag, whatsoever. Her nipples reached toward the ceiling, eagerly begging for the attention that he longed to lavish on them.

Tom could think of no way to extricate himself from this situation and was unsure that he wanted a way out. He knew that fucking his daughter, or doing anything sexual with her, would lead to regret. He knew that his wife would forgive him. She might even like it, but he had always been a man of honor - a man of God. No, he was not perfect, but this was just beyond the pale. Yet, he felt powerless to control his over-whelming lust for this young goddess - his own flesh and blood - his beloved little girl.

Jennifer allowed the nightie to fall to her waist, then removed it completely. She was now clad only in sopping wet panties and the sexy thigh-high leggings. Her breasts ached to be held and caressed. She hefted them, looking full in Tom's face, showing them to him. She felt that she could almost orgasm from the way he was gazing at them. She knew that look - pure lust.

Jackson looked at her exactly the same way, she reflected. And she was in love with him. How could she do this? More than anything, at this moment, she longed to reveal her body to her father - and then allow him to do anything he wanted to her. She was confident that she could take his massive cock and that it would be deeply satisfying to do so. She was not likely to ever have sex with a man that was as well-endowed as her father. How could she pass up the chance to do so - plus the fact that she loved her father deeply and had been attracted to him all her life?

"Do you like them, Daddy" she whispered. "I know that men like boobs. Are mine okay?"

Tom swallowed. He wasn't sure he could even speak. He wondered if he could admit to Shana - ever - what was happening right now, even if it went no further. And how could it NOT go further? "They're perfect, Jen. You should not be showing them to me or... anyone. Nobody should ever see your body but your husband," he managed to say.

"I know that, Daddy, but ever since I started developing I've been wondering if you noticed - because I trust you and... I don't know. I just always wanted to know what you thought of them and I never could figure out how to ask! I know it sounds crazy..."

"I understand. I think that's normal. It's still not right, but it's normal to wonder... and rest assured, I am very proud of how you turned out! What would your mother say about this, though?"

"Can this be our secret, Daddy? Can this night be just our secret?"

Tom hated the thought of keeping secrets from Shana, but he couldn't imagine how he could tell her about this. This had crossed the line - already. He could, perhaps, tell her some half-truths, he supposed. After all, Shana had surely known from past experience that Jennifer would tease him. Shana was okay with that, and seemed to totally understand it - but it didn't give him license to do anything illicit with Jennifer.

"Okay, this will be our secret. I don't want to embarrass you to your mother."

Jennifer smiled. "I'm so glad. Do you want to see the rest?" she said as she stood.

Her long legs in the thigh-high leggings looked even longer. Tom could see that her tiny panties were wet. He knew that his daughter was very turned on, as he was, and that allowing her to remove her panties was not a good idea at all. He couldn't be responsible for what he might do if he were to see her naked pussy.

Tom sighed. "Leave the leggings on," he said, hating himself even as he said it.

To his surprise, Jennifer turned her back and began to sway. Then she started very slowly rolling the elastic waistband of the panties down. She swayed back and forth as she lowered the panties below her perfect, heart-shaped, ass. Then she lowered them to her knees and dropped them to the floor. She then stepped out of them and turned around slowly, her hand covering her pussy. She stepped closer to his face until she was only a foot or so away from him.

"You want to see?" she teased. She couldn't believe that she had mustered the courage to tease him in this way, but it was such a turn-on to slowly display her young body to him. "Spoiler alert - I'm shaved."

She uncovered her pussy, allowing Tom's eyes to feast on her bald pussy. He could see that she was wet and that her clit was very swollen. He was dying to taste her, to suck his little girl's swollen clit. He had felt lust before - overwhelming lust for his delectable young wife - but that was different. The overwhelming, all-powerful lust that he felt now was forbidden. Taboo. Yes, he had lusted for her before, but that was manageable. Even Shana had helped him manage it - and she had benefitted from it!

But the lust he felt now was uncontrollable. Jennifer had asked for this. He had hoped that something would happen to stop this from going this far, but now he knew what was about to happen. He would start by eating her ripe young cunt, then he would show her what sex was all about. She was probably a virgin, so he would go slowly. She needed to be fucked, and he was going to show her how it was done. He would make sure that it was a pleasant experience for her. He had not intended to do this, but it was too late now. She had made it clear what she wanted and he couldn't help himself.

Jennifer suddenly stepped back, just as Tom was contemplating reaching for her. She stood naked, except for the leggings. "Does Mom ever do a strip-tease for you, Daddy?"

Tom was visualizing what he and his daughter were about to do. Incest. Since they were going to actually do it, he intended to do it all. Oral sex. He might even teach her how to suck his cock. He would take her to the shower and wash her ripe young body so he could lick every delicious inch of her incomparable body. He would teach her how to fuck. If it took all night, he would impale her with his massive phallus. He would teach her everything he knew. He might even lick her asshole, something that he rarely even did with his wife. He wasn't going to deny himself - or her - anything. They would do it all - and once they started, why stop? They would fuck every time they were alone and, if the opportunity didn't present itself, he would take her to a hotel for a day of incestuous fucking and sucking - and they would continue to do this until he was too old to function sexually. He would even fuck her when her husband was away.

As he thought of these things, he didn't realize than Jennifer was talking to him at first. Then he had to replay what she had just said to him in order to think of how to answer. "Um... well... yes, she used to. She enjoyed it and, of course, so did I."

"I will do that for you anytime you want, Daddy, as long as it's our little secret!" she smiled. She turned her back and bent over to retrieve her panties, giving him a full view of her succulent, wet, young pussy from behind. She lingered and wiggled her bottom back and forth, making sure he got a good look. Then she picked up her nightie and walked to the stairs. She looked at her father, who was gazing at her like a starved animal. She paused, turning to once again reveal her lush teen body to his gaze. "Anytime you want, Daddy! Good night, sleep tight," she whispered sexily. She blew him a kiss and went up the stairs to her room.

Tom sighed and felt relief wash over him, as if he had awakened from a nightmare.

The old farmhouse was cold. Jackson managed to get his grandfather to the bed. He had carried him from the truck into the house. Bill was in a great deal of pain. Shana had given him his pain medications and was making sure that he was comfortable. Jackson was making a fire in the woodstove. He wasn't very experienced with it, but soon had the fire blazing.

Shana went to make sure that there was enough cover on her bed. It was the same bed that she had slept in as a girl. Bill was diligent to change it and wash the bedclothes every few months. One or both of the twins sometimes visited and, of course, Shana sometimes came and stayed a day or two. Unfortunately, her old bedroom was much farther from the woodstove that was Bill's, whose room was immediately adjacent to the den, where the stove was located. It was going to be cold in her bed tonight.

Bill was asleep within a few minutes. Shana had placed a bell next to his bed in case he needed her. She had also set an alarm to get up and check on him in a few hours. The events of the day had exhausted her. Even though Jackson was a good driver, the roads had been hazardous and she felt that adrenaline had been pumping through her veins all day, both from the travel and from worry about Bill. She was ready to hit the hay.

"Mom, I need some blankets or something to sleep in the floor," Jackson informed her. "This couch is way too short and that old chair has springs poking through the seat."

Shana had not even thought about sleeping arrangements. There were but two beds in the house. Jackson was right - the couch was too short to sleep on. "You are not sleeping on the floor. You will sleep with me," she announced, already thinking how awkward this could get and admitting to herself that it could be interesting, too.

Jackson was okay with that. He figured that being in close proximity to his sexy mother would give him an erection, but he could turn his back on her. He was tired. He knew he could sleep.

Jackson used the bathroom and got in bed wearing what he always wore to bed - his boxer briefs. They were tight around his equipment and he knew that, if he should become excited, it would be apparent. His mother had seen him in his boxer briefs many times, so that didn't bother him. He didn't realize how much she enjoyed it when she had the opportunity to do so. He got in bed and was almost asleep when his mother came into the room after, once again, checking on her father.

There was a lamp on the stand next to the bed on one side, so Jackson took the other side of the bed, knowing that his mother would be getting up during the night to tend to her dad. He left it on and, when his mother came in, he kept his eyes half-closed, but watched her. He wasn't going to miss out on any opportunity to see his sexy mother half-dressed or undressed, or removing any clothing. All of it turned him on. Shana removed her blouse and jeans, unaware that her son was watching her. She was wearing black bikini panties and a matching black push-up bra. Her breasts looked gigantic, luscious, and mouth-watering. Jackson's cock was immediately hard and raging. His mother, other than Jennifer, was the sexiest woman he had ever seen in his life. Her body was incredible! He could detect nothing that showed that she had ever given birth. Her stomach was flat and hard. Her breasts were big and firm and had very little sag. Her butt was firm. Her legs were long, slender, and her muscles were well defined. And, best of all, was her gorgeous face and hair. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect facial features.

She turned and went into the bathroom to prepare for bed. He could hear the shower running and thought back to the day that he had spied on her as she undressed, got into the shower, and then reemerged in all her glorious nakedness.

Jackson wished that he could, like his father, marry, adore, and cherish the woman that he loved. He wished with all his being that he could marry his sister, Jennifer. He wished that it was 'okay'- that it was accepted, that dating and marrying her would be just like doing so with just any girl. But, he admitted to himself, the taboo was one reason he was so incredibly attracted to both his sister and his mother. Incest was a topic that, for whatever reason, had always interested him. The fact that both his sister and his mother were walking wet-dreams only enhanced it. The fact that his eager sister was just as into it as he was enhanced it even more. Jackson marveled at how much his sister loved sex - she wanted it at every opportunity. And she would do anything - they hadn't done anal - but she liked anal play, and that was fine with him. She loved having her well-hung brother deep inside her cunt, she loved sucking him off, and she loved his cum. She loved drinking his cum and she loved having it sprayed on her face and tits.​