Incest/Taboo The Lancaster Twins

"You are... I've never seen... Mama... forget porn, you're the hottest woman I've ever laid eyes on," Tommy said as he lay his mother back and began licking and sucking her tits.

"Oh, Tommy, that's so good! Suck them, Baby. Oh like that, Honey. Ohhhh yesssss! Why did I wait this long? Suck them! Tommy, Baby, oh what you are doing to you mother! Get naked for me!" she moaned and gasped.

Not willing to stop sucking and licking his mother's fabulous breasts for one second, he reached down and pushed his boxer briefs down and kicked them off as his mother continued to fondle his throbbing cock and his nuts.

Jennifer pushed up at him, indicating that he should lay down. When he did, she straddled him, grabbed a pillow on which he could prop up and pushed her breasts into his face as he continued to manipulate them with both hands while kissing, licking and sucking her nipples. She was now sitting on his cock, only her skimpy panties between her boiling hot pussy and his blood-engorged cock. Her nightie was gathered around her waist. She unashamedly and obviously was mashing herself against him, rotating her hips.

Tommy was crazed with lust for his mother. He had always imagined what she might look like naked, but he realized now that he had never had any concept of how sexy his mother's body really was. Now she was wallowing on his cock and shoving her fantastic tits in his face. They were perfect! They stood out on her chest like missiles. They were perfectly shaped and her inch-long nipples were as hard as bullets. This woman needed more than this! She needed sex! This, he realized, was his chance. She was a bit tipsy and obviously hot as fire.

Tommy rolled so that Jennifer was now underneath him. She reached with both hands and pulled his face down to hers, endeavoring, once again, to shove her delicious tongue into his mouth. He legs were open and her loins sought to maintain contact with his lust-stiffened cock. Tommy reached and began to pull at her nightie, pulling her legs to the side so that he could pull it down her long, shapely legs and off. He could see that her tiny, white, bikini panties were sopping wet. He grasped them and began to try to pull them down.

"No, Tommy, not that!" Jennifer said, panic in her voice. "We've gone too far. I didn't mean for it to go this far, Honey. Stop!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. She was now attempting to roll to her side to keep him from removing her panties. He grasped the elastic and pulled, ripping them completely off of her.

"Tommy! No!" she practically screamed. "Honey, stop! Baby, don't!"

Tommy lay down next to his mother and took her in his arms, as she fought against him. He held her tight and sought to kiss her sweet face, which was a mask of fright and confusion. He held her tight and kissed her mouth, attempting to insert his tongue.

"No, Baby," she mumbled as he forced his tongue into her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned as she began to suckled it.

Tommy managed to disengage one hand so that he could stroke his mother's breasts as they kissed. She was no longer fighting him. Her mouth was open to accept his tongue as he lovingly fucked her mouth; then she fucked her tongue into his mouth. He began to suck her tongue as he continued to gently stroke her nipples and his other hand reached between her legs to touch her sopping wet pussy.

They stopped kissing and looked into each other's eyes, but his hands continued their caressing and exploration of his mother's body. When he inserted a thick finger a couple of inches into her pussy, she closed her eyes and gasped. He carefully and gently inserted his finger deep into his mother's clasping pussy, causing her to open her legs in acceptance.

She opened her eyes, gazing into her son's beautiful brown eyes. He looked so much like Jackson! She felt as if she were transported in time, back to when she and her beloved twin brother engaged in every conceivable sex act. It had been the best, most exciting sex of her life. Nothing had ever come close to matching it, yet somehow this felt even more forbidden -- even more taboo -- even more exciting!

Tommy gently rolled his mother to her back and crawled between her legs. She opened her legs wide and drew them back until her knees were touching her breasts. Tommy marveled, momentarily, at how limber she was. Resting on one elbow, he grasped his cock and rubbed it up and down her wet crease, causing her to close her eyes and gasp. He continued to do this, waiting for permission to do what he so desperately wanted to do.

Jennifer gazed into his eyes. He saw that they were wet with emotion and a single tear coursed down her beautiful face.

She stroked his face and kissed his lips briefly. "I love you, Tommy. Do whatever you want to me, Baby."

"Are you sure, Mom?" he whispered as he continued to drag his thick cock through her cuntal crease, wallowing it in her opening, then mashing it against her swollen clit.

"What you're doing feels so good, Baby," she gasped. "Fuck me, please?"

Still gazing into her eyes, he placed himself at her opening and pushed.

"Slowly. It's been a while," she smiled, then gasped as the head pushed inside. "Oh, Baby, that thing is BIG!"

"Am I hurting you?" Tommy managed, sure that he might cum at any moment.

"Oh no, it doesn't hurt. It's amazing! Give it to me!" she groaned passionately.

Tommy pushed again; when he did so his mother grasped his ass cheeks and pulled him toward her as she thrust herself up at him. Her pussy seemed to grasp his cock and squeeze it. He pushed again and realized that he was balls-deep inside her and that now she was wrapping her legs around him, screwing herself at him in a frenzy of fuck-lust.

"Oh Baby, that COCK! Oh fuck me! Oh it's so fucking good! Oh give it to me! Baby! Oh give it to your mommy! Fuck me! Yesss, Baby, oh fuck YESSSS!" she chanted as he began to fuck in and out of her clasping pussy.

"Mom, I can't hold it..." he muttered after just a few seconds. She was like a wildcat! Never in his limited experience had he experience a female this hot for it.

"Don't hold it, Baby," she murmured. "Cum in me. Give me that big load, Sweetie!" She licked at his lips then opened her mouth as he fucked his tongue in her mouth as he emptied his massive load of boycum deep in her pussy.

He collapsed on her, his face pressed against her neck. She feverishly arched herself against him now, screwing her loins against him.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I am CUMMMMMMINGG!" she wailed, feeling herself transported to another dimension. She could see all the colors of the rainbow as random events from her life all collided in a split second, her orgasm washing over her in a tidal wave of pure pleasure, the likes of which she knew she had not experienced in at least 20 years, and possibly ever.

The two lovers lay in each other's arms, kissing and sighing for several minutes. Finally Tommy whispered, "I never knew sex could be that good. I don't think..."

Jennifer giggled. "Don't analyze it, Baby. But, I'll have to say... that was as good as it gets! How could it be better?"

Tommy lay there a few minutes and said, "So when are you going to tell me that this cannot happen again?"

Jennifer rolled over on her side and smiled at him. "I'm certainly not going to say it now. If you think you're through, you need to think again, young man. I haven't had nearly enough."
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About a month before they planned to move out to the farm, they moved some of their furniture, sold some of it, and her ex-husband, Neal took the rest. He told Jennifer that she could have any of it back any time she wanted it and that he would check with her before getting rid of any of it. They rented a U-Haul truck and drove out to the farm. Jackson and Tommy had little trouble moving the furniture into the house and putting it in its proper place.

Tom and Shana came out to help, as well. Tom, still in his early 60's was still a very strong man, and still very handsome and muscular. Shana was still a beautiful woman, but now had to get her hair colored. She still had the shape of a young woman, however. Her father was now in a retirement village and was content, even though he missed the ranch. Shana visited him several times a week.

After everything was in its place, Jackson suggested that they all go into town and eat pizza. Katie, however, had challenged Tommy to a game of basketball and they were reluctant to leave. They asked them just to bring them a pizza back from town.

"I know I can't beat you if you don't give me some advantage," she told her cousin. He was dressed in a basketball jersey that showed his long muscular arms, and baggy basketball shorts.

"Oh, so you're going to challenge me, then I have to let you win?" he teased. He couldn't believe how much she had filled out since last time he saw her. She had always been the prettiest girl he knew, but now she had breasts - at least a B-cup, he thought. She had long, lean, beautiful legs, too. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail and her blue eyes were just gorgeous. He wondered if she was sexually active and kept having to remind himself that she was his cousin and that he would soon be living under the same roof.

"Okay, you can't guard me past the three-point line," she suggested. The court was marked off on the driveway, which had been paved since she and Jackson had moved there.

"Well, I know you're a good shooter, but I guess that's fair. I'm going to spank you. You know that," he smiled.

"Figuratively or literally?" she teased. She didn't want a spanking, but the thought of his hand on her bottom was exciting.

He ignored her quip. "Okay, how many points to win?"

"15 by 1, make it, take it," she said.

"Make it, take it? You don't want the ball at all?" he teased.

"You can have the ball first," she challenged.

"Wow, I like confidence," he smiled. "Check ball," he said as he tossed her the ball.

She took the ball, got between her cousin and the goal and tossed it back. "Zero - zero."

He faked left, which got her out of position, then drove right and dunked the ball. "Take THAT, oh cousin of mine," he laughed. "Check ball," he said again as he tossed the ball to her. "One - zip!"

She threw the ball back to him. This time she didn't take his fake and managed to stay in front of him. He pulled up for a 15 foot jumper. Swish. "Two - zip, Little Girl!" he laughed. "Check ball," he said as he tossed her the ball again. "You're the one who wanted to play make it, take it!"

"It's on," she smiled. "I love a trash talker. You're going to get yours," she said as she tossed him the ball again.

He backed her down to the goal and easily turned around for a short bank shot. This continued for several minutes. Each time he got the ball he scored. He finally got cocky and shot from about 25 feet. It banged off the rim and she rebounded it.

"8 - 0," he laughed.

"Remember, you can't guard me past the 3-point line," she reminded him, as she pulled up from deep outside. Nothing but net. "8 - 1. You've had it now," she grinned.

She took the ball and, with perfect form, drilled another shot. Then another, and another, and another. She was laughing. "Um, 8 - 5? Want to give up? I'm not going to miss and you can't guard me!"

"You're pretty cocky to be a girl," he quipped. "This is really not fair. This is your home court."

She laughed. "Do you want some cheese with that whine?"

She dribbled toward him with a quick crossover, but he was an excellent defender and she couldn't get past him. She turned her back on him and tried to post him up. He placed one of his hands on her bottom to hold her.

"You better get your hand off my butt, boy!" she laughed. "I will mess you up!" she said as she took a quick dribble, pulled up, and drained a 10 footer. "8 -6! Check ball," she said as she tossed the ball to him.

She went back behind the 3 point line and drilled 4 more shots, consecutively. She was laughing, enjoying herself immensely. Tommy was amazed at her shooting prowess and her continuous trash-talk had him laughing. She was so much fun! He didn't much care if she beat him, but he knew that she would be bragging about it if she won.

"12 - 6," she said, gleefully. He threw her the ball and, thinking she would catch him by surprise, she immediately shot it.

He quickly jumped and blocked the shot, took one dribble and dunked it. "Aha!" he laughed. "12 - 7! Check ball," he said as he flipped the ball in her direction. Too late, he realized that she wasn't looking. "Katie!"

She turned right as the ball arrived, smacking her hard in the face. "Oh shit!" she cried, grabbing at her face and bending over in pain.

"Katie, oh no. I'm sorry. My fault!" he said as he gently moved her hand away from her face. Her eyes were filled with tears and one was rolling down her cheek. He wiped it away. "Katie, I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world. Are you okay?"

"I'm a fucking basketball player," she said angrily. "I get hit in the face all the time."

She pulled the hem of her shirt up to wipe her eyes, exposing her very flat, very toned abdomen. He continued to stand next to her with his hand on her shoulder. "I didn't mean to sound angry," she said. "It hurt. I know you didn't do it on purpose. Thank goodness that you throw like a girl!" she managed a smile.

He took a thumb and wiped away another tear, then stooped over to look into her eyes. "It might bruise, but I hope not," he said. "Tell you what, I forfeit. You win."

"No way," she said. "I'm beating you fair and square. And don't you dare let up on me. I'll kick your ass."

Tommy took the ball and quickly scored several times, tying the score at 12. Then he tried to dribble to the goal and, when he posted her, she stole the ball. He laughed as she dribbled nearly 25 feet from the goal and calmly sank a jump-shot.

Unable to guard her, he watched as she hit two more shots from a distance that nobody would ever shoot in a real game. She had won, and she had done it fair and square.

"Yes!" she yelled, pumping her fist. She gave Tommy a high five. "I'm never going to let you live that down!" she laughed.

"Your face okay?" he laughed.

"Yes," she told him. "It's okay."

"Good, because it's killing me," he grinned.

She put both fists on her hips. "Well, I never," she smiled.

He thought he had never seen a more beautiful girl in his life. She was heart-stopping. "I'll get you back when we move in," he told her.

"I can't wait," she said, realizing that she might sound a little too eager.

They sat in the swing that was under the shade tree in the back yard and chatted for a few minutes.

"I think you're going to have a bruise," he said as he touched her cheek. "I'm so sorry, Katie. I feel awful."

As he leaned forward to look closer at her cheek, their eyes met. Without preamble and without thinking, she leaned forward and kissed his lips, then turned away from him.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. I wasn't thinking," she muttered.

"Did what?" he asked.

She turned back toward him. "Don't tease me about it, please?" she begged.

"Do you often just kiss boys without warning? That was like a drive-by kissing!" he laughed.

"I most certainly do not," she smiled. "I told you I don't know why I did it. But it might have something to do with the fact that you're fun and I like spending time with you. It's unfortunate that we're cousins," she said as she twirled a lock of her hair around a finger.

"Well, it was so quick that I didn't know it was happening until it was over. I feel cheated," he said.

"I see what you're doing," she smiled. "You think a line like that will get me to kiss you again? We ARE cousins, you know."

His cock was stiffening. He was dying for this delicious young goddess to kiss him again. It could be just a peck. He didn't care. "Well, we were cousins when you stole that kiss. And that's what it was. Stealing. I didn't give you permission. At all."

"No, Tommy, it wouldn't be right," she said in an obviously teasing voice. "I mean, if I did it again while thinking about the fact that we're cousins, it would be all ewwww! Right?"

"I don't know. I think data need to be gathered. We don't have enough empirical evidence to draw a conclusion."

"Well. You do have a point that it was over before you knew it was happening, so I guess just one more wouldn't hurt," she told him as she sat down next to him, her face only inches from his.

He leaned forward and placed a hand behind her head as she, once again, kissed his lips. She lingered for a few seconds, then broke it, but studied his eyes for his reaction.

"Well?" she smiled. "I hope you enjoyed that, because we're cousins and we cannot be doing that!"

"I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he whispered. "Thank you." He got up and walked slowly across the yard as she, for once unable to think of anything to say, sat and watched him.

What was he doing? Had that kiss affected him that much? She had just been playing, but it had been very pleasant. Yes, indeed. It may have been the best kiss she had ever gotten from a boy. She imagined kissing him again. Maybe more. She imagined doing some of the things with him that she often now did with her father. She knew that she didn't need to get those thoughts in her brain, particularly since they were going to be living in the same house. She wouldn't kiss him again. No way. It was too dangerous.

He made his way back to the swing. When he sat down, she immediately stroked his face and leaned forward for another kiss. This time she stuck her tongue out and licked his lips. He replied in kind.

Finally, Tommy gasped, "What are we doing, Katie?"

"Are you complaining?" she smiled. "You said I was pretty. Don't you like to kiss pretty girls?"

"I sure do, but I never kissed a cousin before!" he smiled.

"We're just showing affection, right?" she asked. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"And attraction, I guess," he said.

"That's a dangerous recipe for cousins, huh?" she asked. "I think it's because you've never had your butt kicked in basketball by a girl before. You're overwhelmed. Right?" she teased.

"This really isn't fair, Katie. First, you're my cousin, so you're off limits. Secondly, you're the prettiest girl I know. Third, you're so fun to be around, even when you kick my butt in basketball."

She giggled. "That's so sweet, Tommy. We're going to have so much fun together!" She realized that what she was saying could easily be misconstrued, but she just didn't care.

They heard Tom's car turning in the driveway, so moved apart a bit on the swing. When they all got out of the car, Jennifer yelled, "Well, who won?"

Katie looked over at Tommy, smiling. He looked at the ground.

"No!" Jennifer exclaimed. "She beat you?"

"Yeah, well, she kept distracting me," Tommy whined.

Katie playfully hit his arm. "He even resorted to throwing the ball in my face! Some people will do anything to win!"

They all went in the house. Tommy and Katie ate their pizza while everyone sat in the living room and talked.

"So, Tommy, did she really beat you?" Tom asked, grinning.

"Yes. I'm not used to anyone shooting 30-footers," he smiled as he glanced over at his beautiful cousin.

"I think if he practiced, he could beat me now and then," Katie deadpanned, then burst out laughing.

A while later, Jennifer and Tommy were saying their goodbyes. Tommy and Katie couldn't keep their eyes off of each other.

"I didn't show you my trophies, Tommy," Katie said. "Want to see them?"

"Sure," he said, knowing that she was making an excuse for them to be alone for a moment.

They climbed the stairs. At the top of the stairs was a small room outside the two bedrooms. In it was a couple of chairs and a stereo that sat atop a trophy case. Jackson had had it made to display his daughter's trophies and awards for various things, but most of them were basketball trophies.

"Wow, you've got a lot more trophies than you did last time I was up here," Tommy remarked. "You won a lot of awards your Senior year, didn't you?"

"Yes," she beamed, then grabbed his hand. He could see tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong, Katie?" he said tenderly, thinking for the thousandth time how utterly beautiful his cousin was.

"Nothing is wrong. I have not been this happy...ever. I had so much fun today and I can't wait for you to be here all the time," she blurted.

She opened her arms and they enveloped each other in a hug. After a moment, he looked into her face, and then briefly kissed her, but maintained the embrace. He saw a tear course down her cheek.

"I don't know why I'm emotional," she sniffled. "I feel so close to you, like you're the brother I never had."

"I feel the same way. It's odd. My mind is all over the place," he admitted.

She leaned forward and kissed him again, very tenderly. "Think that will do you until you come back to me?" she smiled.

"Come back to you? Is that what I'm doing?" he whispered.

"I hope so," she said as she searched his eyes. They heard someone coming up the stairs and broke the embrace.

During the next month, as they made preparations for Jennifer and Tommy to move in with them, Jackson and Katie continued their sexual exploits. In fact, Katie was now sleeping in the same bed with her father nearly every night, whether they did anything sexual or not.

Even though she couldn't get enough of what they did together, her mind was preoccupied with her cousin, Tommy. She imagined kissing him again or even doing some of the things that she and her father were doing.

One night, after they had completed satisfied each other and were snuggled up together, Jackson said, "You do realize that this is about to end, right?"

"End?" she whispered. "It's not going to end!"

"You are not going to be able to sleep in the bed with me and we will not get to do these things together. Our privacy will be a thing of the past."

"That makes me sad, but I am happy that they are coming to live here," she told him as she reached to turn the bedside lamp on.

"Well, we both know that we shouldn't be doing this..." he began, but she tried to interrupt him. "No, Katie. Let me say this, Honey. We both know this isn't right."

"You don't love me anymore," she teased.

He laughed. "Right. That's it. I'm so tired of you, Katie. Your hot little body just doesn't do it for me anymore."

She turned over and looked at him, smiling. "I can have you any time I want."

"Oh, yeah?" he whispered. "You are pretty tempting. The problem is that you know it. You could have anyone you wanted."

"I'm only a slut for you, Daddy," she smiled. "I'll give you anything you want, you know."

"I know. But that's off the table. I'm just not going to do that."

"Just once, before they move in?" she whispered.

"Katie, I don't even know when you're teasing, but no," he told her.

"I'm kinda teasing, but if you really wanted to do it, I would do it. I mean, I really do want to, but I know you're right..." she smiled. "You sure you don't want to fuck me, Daddy? Make love to your little girl?"

"Katie, stop it. You're making me hard again and I would hate for you to have to take care of me again."

"We are not going to stop...this...are we? I mean, we will be alone sometimes," she whispered.

"I want to, Katie," he told her. "I think it's time that we put this behind us. Don't you?"

"No! Never! No, Daddy. Don't say that. We know we can't do anything often, but that will make it more special when we can. Please?"

"Let's think about it, Honey. Okay?"

She nodded, but she had tears in her eyes.

Ever since their visit to the farm and spending the day with her brother, Jennifer had been almost constantly horny. Tommy had no idea, as he and Jennifer fucked almost daily, that she sometimes was thinking of her own brother. After all, her Tommy looked almost identical to the Jackson of 2 decades ago. Most importantly, he had that thick 9 inch truncheon that could and did satisfy her so completely.

As soon as they got back from the farm, they had showered and Jackson had gone downstairs and crawled into bed with his mother. As delightful as the sex between them was, Jackson's mind occasionally strayed to his beautiful cousin, Katie, and Jennifer was imagining what could happen when they moved into the same house with her, now mature, but definitely still-sexy twin brother.

Over the next few weeks, they slept in the same bed almost every night, they fucked almost every day. Sometimes Jennifer would tell him not to cum inside her and, after she had experienced several incredible orgasms, she had taken his stiff cock, wet with the delicious mixture of their juices into her mouth and drank his hot load of boy-cum. She had taught him how to go down on her, helping him to perfect his technique. She had been tempted to ask him to ass-fuck her, but remembered that she had once vowed to Jackson that she would never do that with anyone but him.

She contemplated what would happen when they moved. They certainly could not continue having sex, although, in the back of her mind, she was sure there would be times when they were alone. Then there was the question of what would happen when she was constantly in close proximity to the love of her life, her twin brother, Jackson. Would they be tempted to have sex again? She knew that was a terrible idea. That should never happen again.

She absolutely could not allow this move to throw them back into that incestuous situation. That episode was over and could never be resurrected. She had even, reluctantly, brought this up with Jackson over the phone one evening. He had agreed that they couldn't go back to that. Ever. It was unhealthy for both of them.

She allowed her imagination to go back in time to when they, she and Jackson, were 18 years old. When he was away from home for a week, she had missed him so much that she realized that she was in love with him.

As her body had developed, her brother had become fascinated with it, particularly her breasts. He had tentatively tried, on many occasions, to touch them. She wanted him to, but could not admit that to him. They would often walk to the back of the farm, their special place. It was a large rock on which they could sit and dangle their feet in the creek. It was very isolated, with no chance of anyone catching them.

They loved to be alone together just to talk, and liked the idea of having their own special place. Jackson would sit behind her, her bottom between his legs. He would rub her back and caress her shoulders, but his real goal was to get a brief feel of his sister's developing breasts. Jennifer had known this, of course, but she couldn't just let her own brother play with her tits! Instead, she had 'pretended' that she wasn't aware of what he was doing. His hands would very slowly and tentatively make their way to her breasts - she always wore a bra - and cup them. She would allow him to hold them a few seconds, letting him get a feel of their shape and size, then she would grasp his hands and pull them down into her lap. No discussion. She just pretended that it wasn't happening, but those few seconds had always set her body on fire. She almost always masturbated as soon as she got home.

Then, the week that he was away from home, she had decided that she was in love with him. Not only that, but she also decided that she had been unfair to him. She had pretended that she didn't enjoy what he had been doing. She knew her brother's heart and she knew he must be feeling guilty for taking advantage of her in such a way, even though she apparently was too naïve to know what was going on.

When he got home, she had already made plans to, in some way, let him know that she was not only aware of what he had been doing, but that she enjoyed it. She also knew that she had to let him know that she was in love with him. He needed to know, even though she was sure he didn't have those feelings for her. They had walked to their special place. For the first time ever, she was braless. She had allowed him to caress her eager young breasts; she had told him that she was in love with him; she had been shocked that he had the same feelings for her. That was the first day that they had made love.

That walk back to their special place had led to 4 years of desperate love-making that, in her mind, could never be matched. They had done almost everything that a man and woman can do with each other's bodies. The engine that drove their lovemaking had been their deep love for each other. It was more than romance, she knew. They were twins. They were almost the same person. She loved him with all her heart, and that had never diminished one bit in all the intervening years. And, she had to admit, her body still reacted to him. She couldn't help but think about all the hundreds of ways that he had pleased her during the four years that they were having sex with each other. In her mind, he was the perfect man (and Tommy was every bit his match!). She knew that the upcoming move would test her resolve, but she was determined, with the help of her brother, to do the right thing.

The day came for the move. Most of the furniture had already been moved in. Jennifer had been given the choice of whether she would move back in her old room, where Katie now slept, or into Jackson's old room upstairs, or the new bedroom downstairs, that also had a private bath - the nicest bathroom in the house, by far. She chose the new bedroom after discussing it with Tommy. She told him that she would be happy to take Jackson's old room and share a bathroom with Katie, but Tommy teased that she was 'getting old' and didn't need to have to walk up and down those stairs.

After the 'kids', went upstairs on the first night, Jennifer and Jackson sat in the living room, watching TV and talking. They avoided any mention of their deep attraction for each other. They talked about sports, their parents, church, and many other things of which they had mutual interest.

"I think we need some ground rules," Jennifer finally said.

"Yes. I agree. What do you propose?" he asked.

"Well, I think we need to dress modestly around each other. Don't walk around with your shirt off, please," she smiled. "I will wear my frumpy housecoats when it's time for bed. Jackson, we have to admit that we are both weak and that we..."

"Okay, no getting in the bed with me for a cuddle," he said.

"Jackson. Be serious. Just until we've had this discussion, then you can tease. Okay?"

"Sure, sorry. What else?"

"Well, obviously we don't need to reminisce about, you know," she told him.

"Yes, I agree to that. How about this? Knock before we come in each other's rooms?" he suggested.

"That's a good idea. I'm glad you're participating in this, Big Brother," she smiled.

"Do you think we should use that language?" he smiled.

"What, Big Brother and Little Sister? I guess you're right. Yes, you're absolutely right. We never used those names much except..." she remembered.

"Okay, what about physical contact?" he asked, searching her face.

"Well. What do you think? Hugging is okay. Right?"

"We're not going to kiss?" he whispered.

"Jackson. Do you know what kissing you does to me?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. The same thing it does to me. How about a brotherly kiss? Forehead? Cheek?"

"Okay, yes. That's a good compromise," she said.

"What else? Shall we just make them up as we see the need?"

"Yes. Just be aware of how attractive you are to me. My feelings have not changed, at all. You do realize that, right? If they had, we wouldn't need these rules," she said, fighting the tears in her eyes.

"You know I feel the same way, Jennifer. I'm so glad you're here, but it's going to be tough to do the right thing. It is for me, anyway," he said as he got up from his chair. "I think I'll turn in," he told her as he bent over and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Jen," he whispered.

Katie, at her father's suggestion, had bought new things to wear to bed. The fact that she would be sharing a bathroom and the upstairs with her cousin meant that she couldn't be running around nearly naked like she did when only she and her father were home alone. She bought new nighties that came well below her panties and that were thick enough that they weren't translucent. She also bought a 'granny housecoat' to wear over the top of her nightie. She felt like she was wearing a chastity belt, but she knew her father was right. She didn't need to be showing herself off to her cousin and, even though she was very attracted to him, she didn't want him getting the wrong idea. She had fantasies of things they might do, but she didn't plan on any of those things really happening.

The first night that Tommy and Jennifer spent there, Tommy was getting ready for bed. He had worn boxer briefs to sleep in for years, but his mother had instructed him to, at least, put some shorts on if he were going to be in the presence of Katie.

"She's liable to pass out if she's sees what you've got down there," Jennifer had teased him. "You know she's never seen anything like that. It might scar her for life!"

Tommy decided that he would continue to sleep in boxers, for comfort, but that he would keep a pair of basketball shorts next to his bed to pull on when he had to go to the bathroom. He was about to go to bed, but wanted to brush his teeth and take a leak, so he pulled his basketball shorts on and opened the door to the bathroom.

"Oops," he said as he realized that Katie was brushing her teeth. She was dressed in a cotton nightie that came a few inches above her knees. There was nothing sensuous about it, but she was, as always, a vision of loveliness. "I guess we're going to have to get used to locking the doors, huh?"

"Yeah, I know," she said as she rinsed her toothbrush. "We'll get used to it, though. Not that I care if you come in while I'm brushing my teeth, though," she smiled. Fuck, she was gorgeous!

Tommy grabbed his own toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. Katie stood beside the sink, watching.

He spat toothpaste into the sink and looked at her, quizzically. "What?" he laughed.

"Waiting for you to get some good breath before we kiss," she said as she swayed back and forth, twirling her hair with a finger.

"Oh, yeah?" he smiled. They had texted each other almost constantly since their visit a month earlier. They had talked quite a bit about how much they had enjoyed their kisses. They had also alluded to the fact that they were cousins and could not let it get out of hand.

"Yeah. Don't you want to kiss me?" she whispered, as she put her arms around him and whispered in his ear. He had no shirt on and his naked upper body felt so good to her that she thought she might pass out. Her panties were immediately wet. Yes, she wanted him, but she knew they couldn't go there.

He turned his head and tenderly kissed her lips while they looked into each other's eyes. "I've been wanting to do that ever since last time," he whispered.

"Me too," she said, wondering if he could tell how rock-hard her nipples were. She broke the embrace. "Well," she panted, "Good night, I guess..."

He pulled her back to him and kissed her again. Her mouth opened slightly, allowing him to insert his tongue, which he did, briefly. His hand went to her bottom. Without even thinking, he pulled her to him and kissed her again.

Katie gasped. His hand was on her bottom and she could feel his hardness against her body. It felt big. Real big. Daddy-sized big. Her heart raced. Her pussy gushed. She was having feelings that she had never had. She quickly extricated herself from his embrace and managed a smile.

"What's wrong, Katie?" he gasped, his own heart racing.

"I've never been kissed like that," she admitted. "I don't think we should..."

"We shouldn't kiss?"

"No. Yes. I don't know!" she stumbled. "I wanted to. I want to...but that was more than a kiss, Tommy."

He took her hand. "I know what you mean, and you're right. Good night, Cousin." He turned to go into his room.

"Tommy?" she gasped. He turned around. "I...I love you," she gasped, then turned and went into her own room and locked the door.

Over the next few weeks, the new family settled in together. Jennifer and Jackson strictly observed the guidelines that they had set for each other, although they occasionally shared a very brief peck on the lips.

Tommy and Katie had continued to find opportunities to share a kiss, but Tommy had been careful not to embrace her in the way he had that first night. He had thought back on it and decided that he might have crossed a line. Even if she had liked what he did, he didn't need to be placing his hand on his cousin's bottom and certainly should not be pulling her so close to him that she could feel his erection. For all he knew, his beautiful young cousin was a virgin. He had no idea if she had dated much or how much experience she had. He didn't want to do anything to hurt her in any way, either emotionally, physically, or psychologically. He also was having emotions that were unfamiliar to him. The more he was around her, the more he interacted with her, the closer he felt to her. She was funny - maybe even as funny as his mother. She loved to tease and she always had a twinkle in her eyes and a smile on her face. She was ultra-gorgeous and extremely sexy. He had had crushes on girls before, but this seemed like a crush on steroids. He was afraid that he was falling in love with her.

Katie thought about Tommy constantly. She could not forget that first night, when he had placed his big hand on her bottom and pulled her close. His erection had felt huge. She longed to be naked with him, to show him what she could do with her mouth. She longed for him to kiss her all over, to suck her nipples and play with her breasts. She just knew that he would be great at licking and sucking her pussy. She wanted it, but she knew that it wasn't right. She should not be having these feelings. It was bad enough that he excited her sexually. That really wasn't even a big deal as long as they didn't actually do anything. What did worry her was the fact that she knew she was in love with him. She loved just being around him. They didn't even have to kiss or touch each other. They played games together, they watched TV together, they played basketball, they talked, and they liked the same music. He even liked to talk about books, which she adored. They discussed Shakespeare and Twain, and Steinbeck, and Dickens, and many of the classics. He quoted sonnets to her. It made her tingle and giggle.

The company for which Jennifer worked had agreed to rent office space for her in town, some 15 miles from the farm. She had, at first, negotiated with them to allow her to do her work from home. They had agreed that would be okay, but they had been wanting to hire more online teachers and were looking to set up an office as a local headquarters. They wanted Jennifer to manage it. She was reluctant at first, until they told her what her salary would be. That changed her mind very quickly. She would be over about a dozen online teachers and would be designing the curriculum. She would also get to still do a bit of online teaching herself and would travel on a limited basis to show other teachers how to implement the system.

Jackson taught American History at the local high school. Even though it was summer, he often went to work in his classroom. He also helped Jennifer to set up her new office. This resulted in several days when the cousins were left alone at home.

One day Katie and Tommy had been playing basketball. Tommy usually won, but Katie always made the games reasonably close and sometimes was victorious. It was over 90 degrees and they had been playing for well over an hour. They both were soaked with sweat. Tommy, as usual, was not wearing a shirt. Katie couldn't keep her eyes off of him. Her own clothing was soaked with sweat, but that was not the only bodily fluid that was wetting her panties. As they ended another game (Tommy won 15-13), they both were out of breath and flopped down in the grass under the shade tree.​