Incest/Taboo The Lancaster Twins

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Epilogue​

All characters are at least 18 years of age and all situations involve characters who are at least 18 years of age.

Katie

After Daddy told me about Tommy being my brother, I knew that I eventually had to tell Tommy. It just wasn't right to keep it from him. I wondered if he knew. Had Aunt Jen told him? Would I make a fool of myself by telling him? I was in love with Tommy. What was I to do? I didn't choose to fall in love with my own half-brother. It was bad enough that I had fallen head over heels for my cousin.

Until Daddy had told me that Tommy was my brother, I had imagined being married to him. I wanted to have his babies, but I was aware of the higher rates of birth defects among babies born to parents who were closely related. I read a great deal about it. I had decided, even before Daddy told me about Tommy, that I didn't want to risk that. I didn't believe in abortion and I knew that if, while I was pregnant, they found that I was carrying a baby that would have a birth defect, that I would go ahead and have the baby. Of course I would love it and dedicate my life to its care. I still know, in my heart, that I would have done that. But there was no need for that risk. Still, I thought, we could be married. We didn't have to have children -- or we could adopt.

I decided that I would tell Tommy. So, one night, when nobody was around, we were sitting on the front porch swing and I just told him. He got very angry at his mother. I never saw him so angry, nor as emotional. He paced in the yard and on the porch and I couldn't seem to think of anything to say to calm him down. He wanted to confront Aunt Jen, but I begged him not to do that -- at least not when he was angry. I reminded him how much Daddy had always loved him and assured him that Daddy had not known that he was his father until recently. He finally calmed down and promised that he would wait at least a while before asking Aunt Jen about it.

I told Daddy that I had told Tommy and asked him if he would tell Aunt Jen that he now knew that Daddy was also his father. He agreed that he would. About a week later, they asked us to sit down around the kitchen table (we always have our most serious discussions there) for a talk. Aunt Jen started crying when she was trying to discuss it. My Dad didn't put words in her mouth or try to help her out. He felt that it was her responsibility to tell Tommy. She finally told him how sorry she was to have kept such a secret from him and asked him to try to understand how embarrassing her secret was. By then, Tommy had already accepted it. He readily forgave her and they held each other for a long time. All of us cried.

Tommy

I had fallen in love with my first cousin. If you saw her, you'd understand it. Believe me. She was the hottest girl I had ever seen in my life. Tall, blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and built like a brick shit house. Well, her tits weren't real big, but wow, they were fucking perfect.

We started having sex. I'm not worth a shit at describing stuff like that, but let's just say that it was the best I had ever had, even though I had fucked my own mother, and that was hard to beat. Katie loved it and she loved me. I know that it's better when you love the girl you're fucking. I had never been "in love" before, but it's one of those things that you recognize when you experience it.

Now, before you get the idea that I am just shallow, let me tell you more about Katie. The girl is absolutely brilliant, a great athlete (she beat me in basketball sometimes and I'm all Conference for my college, so I'm not exaggerating), and had the second best sense of humor of anyone I ever met. If you know my Mom, you know who's first! I'm just gonna say it. Katie was perfect. There's was nothing about her that I didn't like. She liked nearly exactly the same stuff I did. She was a bit of a nerd, like me. She liked to read, like me. She even enjoyed talking about literature and movies -- like me! Fuck, I fell so hard for her. I'm a manly man, so it's hard for me to admit that it still brings tears to my eyes when I think about how much I love her. But yeah, I fell in love with her and I've just fallen deeper and deeper every day since.

I haven't even told you the best part, yet. When it comes right down to it, being pretty and smart and funny is not that important compared to having good character. I found out pretty quickly that Katie is as humble as anyone I ever met. She goes out of her way to help people and almost never will criticize anyone. She's totally honest and empathetic. I wondered at first why I would sometimes catch her crying. Often it would be something she had read on Facebook about somebody she didn't even know that was suffering in one way or another. I attributed it to the fact that her mother had died when she was a little girl. She remembered her mother's illness and could identify with those who were going through similar things.

Not long after we started making love, Katie said she had something that she had to tell me -- a big secret. I could tell that it must really be something huge by the way she was acting. All kinds of shit ran through my head. Was she pregnant? Was she sick? Was she on drugs? What? I have to admit that I was almost relieved when she told me that her father was MY father. Boy, that was a shock, because, well, you know what that means. Her father and my mother had done the deed. They were twins. Well, they still are, of course

My mother is the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on in my life. (Except Katie, who is so perfect that she doesn't even count.) Mom and I had started a sexual relationship shortly after she and my dad divorced. She is ultra hot and I had always fantasized about her. I look a lot like her twin brother, Jack, and because she had had such an intimate relationship, it was almost natural for her to fall into a similar relationship with me. Uncle Jack is a good looking guy, very handsome, very muscular and manly. So I could understand the attraction. I imagined that, if they were that good looking in their forties, that they must have really been attractive when they were young.

Still, it was hard to swallow that my "dad" wasn't my DAD. A little part of me was a wee bit glad that the fucker wasn't really related to me by blood because of the shitty way he had treated my mom. What an asshole. My mother is like a fucking angel and he cheated on her. Several times, with several different women. Fuck him. Good riddance. I just wish that I had known all along who my real dad was, and I was pissed off at Mom for not telling me.

Katie talked and talked to me that night about calming down and letting some time pass by before talking to Mom about it. She reminded me that it would have been really awkward for everyone if I had known all along. She insisted that I try to see it from Mom's perspective. I was able to do that and, after considering the situation, decided that I was more than okay with it.

A few weeks later, Uncle Jack (my real dad) and Mom sat us down and Mom talked to me about it. She apologized like a thousand times and cried so much that my heart was breaking. I finally assured her that she was forgiven and that nothing would ever stop me from loving her.

The worst part of this whole situation was that I was in love with Katie before I ever found out that she was my half-sister. I even had fantasies of marrying her. I read shit online about close relatives having babies that had birth defects. I decided that we couldn't run that risk. If it meant that we couldn't be married, then so be it. Then, when I found out that we were half-siblings, I figured that we surely could never be a married couple.

I sure didn't want to give up having sex with Katie, though. Looking back, I know that was a huge risk, but we were fucking like we were trying to set a world record. I kid you not -- we sometimes did it 5 times a day. I don't like to brag about things like this, but it doesn't take me long to recover after I cum. And she was always horny. She hasn't changed much -- eat your heart out, guys!

Jackson

My wife died when she was very young. I raised my precious daughter, Katie, mostly by myself, but with help with my mom and dad. They lived just a few miles away and, if there was any feminine stuff that needed to be discussed, Mom would talk to Katie about it. My twin sister, Jen, often talked to her on the phone as well.

I've had three women in my life that have stolen my heart. Katie, my daughter, Cathy, my wife, and Jen, my twin sister. It amazes me that I could feel so much deep, undying love for each of them. I don't consider myself to be shallow, but all three of these women are amazingly beautiful. I speak of Cathy in the present tense, because that's how I see her in my mind's eye. I don't think I ever met anyone who had such a naturally bright smile, and you rarely saw her when she wasn't smiling. Even when she was dying and was in a great deal of pain, she would flash that smile. It was heart-breaking and it still hurts to think about it.

Let me tell you about Katie. Katie inherited her beauty from my wife and my mother. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is nearly 6 feet tall. She's slender, but not skinny. She looks a lot like Jen, my twin sister, except that Jen is a brunette and her breasts are a bit bigger.

Here's the part that shows my lack of character, but since this is a tell-all, I have to tell it. When we were teenagers, up until we were in our early 20's, my twin sister, Jen, and I were having sex with each other. She was on birth control, but when she got engaged, she stopped taking it. Right before she got married we had "goodbye sex". That's on me. I begged her. She got pregnant and her son, Tommy, was born nine months later. I didn't know that he was my son until he was grown. Don't get me wrong. I'm proud of him and I love him, but he and my daughter fell in love with each other. Of course, that makes them half-siblings.

As long as we're telling everything, I have to tell about my relationship with Katie. She was, of course, a very attractive teenager. She wanted to cuddle with me nearly every day; I couldn't help but become aroused. She also wasn't bashful around me. She didn't walk around the house unclothed, but she thought nothing of changing clothes in front of me. When she got 18, things changed in a big way. We started doing things that dads and daughters just should not do. Without going into detail, we did pretty much everything except have intercourse. She even asked me to do that and I still don't know how I ever mustered the will power to say no. I certainly wanted to. Then after she had started a sexual relationship with Tommy, she begged me again and I, being the weak bastard that I am, did not resist. We made love. She was, of course, experienced by then and it was just unbelievable sex in so many ways.

I'm getting ahead of myself. All of that sleeping in the same bed every day and almost daily oral sex came to a screeching halt when Jen and Tommy moved in with us after Jen's divorce. Tommy works from home for a large cable TV company, doing technical support. Jen supervises an office where they do online classes for secondary and elementary schools. After they moved in, we quickly became one big happy family.

Jennifer

It's hard for me to write about these things. I've always considered myself to be a good person, but when I examine the things I've done, I know I'm far from it. First, I had sex with my twin brother, Jackson from the time we were 18 for about 4 years. We only stopped when I got married. One last "fling" got me pregnant and I had a son, Tommy, 9 months after I married.

During my marriage, I became addicted to pornography. I do blame my husband, because he enjoyed watching it before we had sex, or maybe even while we were having sex. I remember thinking that I never had needed any artificial stimulation when I was having sex with my brother. I guess that taboo of having sex with a family member is stimulation enough.

Anyway, I became addicted to that filth. When Dave, my husband, became distracted by his many other women, I started watching it by myself and taking care of my own needs. Then one day, after we were divorced, I caught my son, Tommy watching it and masturbating. I certainly have no qualms about masturbation, but I nearly lost my mind when I realized he was watching porn.

I confronted him, and one thing led to another. His very horny, very sex-starved mother gave him oral sex. He wanted more, and eventually I gave into that, too. It was amazing and I quickly became as addicted to it as I had been to my brother back in the day. Physically, Tommy's perfect. Tall, well-built, handsome -- and has a thick 9 inch cock that would fit just perfectly into his horny mother's pussy. And I loved it. A lot.

Not long after that, we moved out to the farm where I grew up. We moved in with my brother and his daughter, Katie. Katie and Tommy, of course, assumed that they were first cousins. Despite that, they fell in love. That's understandable because, as perfect as Tommy is, Katie is his match. She's as pretty as any girl, and has intelligence and personality as well. I knew that we had to tell them that they were half-siblings, which we did.

If you're familiar with our story, you know that when Jackson (I've called him Jackson, Jackie, Jack, Jack-off, and many other things) and I were teenagers that we used to take "walks" and go to "our special place". At first, it was very innocent. Twins just have this thing that I can't explain. It's almost like we're the same person. From the time we were small, we felt the need to be near each other. We had a special place at the back of our farm where we would go to be alone. All innocent. Just a place to be alone with each other. As we got older, if something was bothering one of us, we would take that walk and discuss it. It always seemed to help.

Our special place was actually just a boulder out in a creek. We could sit on it and dangle our feet in the water. If it was too cold for that, there was a small meadow with several trees nearby where we could sit and just enjoy being with each other.

When we started developing, we became curious about each other's bodies. My curiosity was never quite satisfied, but I would look for opportunities to see Jack in various stages of undress. Sometimes I would see his penis and it always sent an unexplainable thrill through me that I didn't understand.

When we would visit our special place, Jack would sit behind me to, ostensibly, give me a shoulder rub. I guess, at first, that was all it was. But it soon became more than that. It became an unspoken game where my brother would rub my shoulders, then down my arms, and eventually his hands would grasp my breasts. I always wore a bra, so I couldn't even feel it that much. At first, I stopped him immediately and acted angry about it. I knew he should not be touching me in that way. I think I hurt his feelings a few times by the way I reacted.

As we got older, however, I started looking forward to him touching me that way, even if it was just for a few seconds. I couldn't let him know that I liked it, but I did let his "feels" get longer and longer. It wasn't like he was massaging them or pinching my nipples or anything. He just held them and, maybe, squeezed them a tiny bit. Just enough to get a feel. Instead of immediately making him stop and chastising him, I began to let him get his feel and, after 10 to 15 seconds, I reluctantly would take his hands and place them in my lap and hold them. I didn't say anything. He had no idea whether I liked it or not. But I did like it -- I longed for him to play with them to his heart's content, to take my top off and to suck and lick them. I would often masturbate thinking about my precious brother kissing my naked breasts, or even being naked with me, just laying together.

It wasn't until we were 18 that I realized that I was in love with him. He had gone on a trip and we were separated for a week. It was like a bad case of homesickness. I thought I would go crazy before he got home. I decided that I had to tell him that I was in love with him and just let the chips fall where they may. I also decided that I had been unfair to him. I had enjoyed the way he touched me, yet I had never told him. I was sure that he was feeling guilty for what he had done and had assumed that I was just tolerating his awful behavior.

I couldn't wait to take one of our walks when he got home. This time, though, I didn't wear a bra. I had a sweatshirt on to hide that fact, but when we were walking through the woods on the way to our special place, I took the sweatshirt off. I will never forget how his eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw that I was braless. It still excites me to think back on how he was looking at me, unable to keep from staring. I was 18 years old and I had a great body. My breasts were C-cups and they stood up proudly, with absolutely no hint of sag. As shy as I was at that age, I knew that I had a good body and that guys liked it; especially my boobs.

This time, when I sat between his legs and he started massaging my neck, shoulders, and back, I couldn't wait for him to touch my breasts. I was shaking I was so nervous, but I was also eager for his touch and I knew that I would not deny him. Not this time. When he, tentatively, touched my braless breasts through my tight, thin, tee-shirt I nearly passed out from sheer pleasure. When he tweaked my nipples just the tiniest bit, I leaned back into him, lay my head on his shoulder and told him how good it felt. That moment, in my mind, is the most sensuous of my life. I soon had my shirt off and he was sucking and licking my breasts. I knew at that moment that I was his and that I would give him anything he wanted.

That very day we made love for the first time. After that, we did it as often as we could. We learned how to do oral sex on each other. I couldn't get enough of him. I never did get enough of him. I was so in love with him and I still am.

Jackson

When Jen and Tommy moved in with Katie and me, Jen and I decided that we had to make some ground rules for the two of us. There was no doubt, in either of our minds, that we were still very much attracted to each other. We were still in love, we always had been, and we always would be. That, however, didn't mean that we would be having sex. That part of our lives had to remain in the past. We hadn't done anything with each other in 20 years.

We agreed that we would be careful how we were dressed around each other. We wouldn't talk about how we "used to be". No sensual kissing. Things like that. I have to admit that the thought of resuming a sexual relationship with my sister crossed my mind quite a bit. She was still fantastically sexy. She didn't seem to age. She could easily have passed for 30. No fat that I could see. Long, shapely legs, big beautiful breasts, gorgeous face and hair. That didn't even really matter, though. I loved her, no matter what she looked like. Her physical attributes were just bonuses. She was so desirable.

Katie and Tommy had gone over to town to watch a baseball game one afternoon. Jen and I were sitting outside enjoying the weather. It was a perfect, sunny day, which was a nice break since it had rained hard the night before. A nice breeze was blowing. Jen mentioned that she was debating whether to take a nap or go for a walk.

I told her that I would enjoy a walk, so we changed clothes and started walking toward what used to be our "special place". As we walked, I reflected on that first time, 24 years previously, when she had allowed me to freely feel of her perfect young breasts, had removed her shirt, and how that had led to our making love. I reflected on how different things were now. We still loved each other; maybe more than ever. But the relationship had changed. I wouldn't be sitting there trying to feel my of my sister's breasts. How insulting that would be now! I wasn't a teenager anymore. That kind of behavior could be excused with a hormone-crazed teenager. I was 42 years old. A widower. Mature. Beginning to be an old man with a somewhat diminished sex drive.

I glanced over at her and she smiled. That still gave me a thrill to my very core. She was so beautiful. I realized how happy I was that she was now living with me again. She reached for my hand and we walked up the hill that overlooked the little creek. From the crest of the hill you can see the creek that runs through the little thicket that hides our special place.

When we got to the creek, we sat on the bank and removed our shoes and socks. Then we joined hands to steady each other and waded out to the boulder. She sat down, dangling her feet in the creek, then removed her sweater. It was abundantly clear that she wore no bra. Her shirt was tight and hugged her curves deliciously. My heart raced and my cock began to harden.

Instead of sitting behind her, with her sitting between my legs, ostensibly for a shoulder rub, like we used to, I sat beside her and took her hand. She lay her head on my shoulder and I realized that she was silently weeping. She sniffled now and then and raised a hand to her face to wipe away tears.

"Jen?" I whispered, my own voice choked with emotion. "What is it?"

"I've been having sex with Tommy," she gasped and turned away from me, her whole body heaving with sobs. "I'm so sorry. I'm so weak. I knew I had to tell you because..."

"Jen, there's no need to be ashamed. I'm as bad as you. I've been doing the same thing..."

She laughed through her tears and turned to look at me. "You've been fucking Tommy?"

"You nut," I said, the tiniest bit exasperated. I marvel that she can joke about things at any time -- even through tears and even at the most serious moments of life. "You know what I mean. We never did...we never went all the way...until recently..."

She scooted over next to me and put her arms around me, drying her tears on my shirt. "I bet it's the best you ever had," she said, without emotion or emphasis.

I looked into her face and saw a tiny smile.

"Well, wasn't it?"

"Not any better than with you, Jen."

"How could it not be, Jack? She's hotter than I ever was. And she's your daughter. You cannot possibly love anyone more than you love her. I don't love anyone as much as I love Tommy, and I never have."

I pondered for a moment. "I don't know if the two things are comparable. I know this, Jennifer...Little Sister...I've never felt romantically more in love with anyone than with you. Not even Cathy. I still feel that way, Jen."

She placed her hand on my face and leaned forward to kiss me, and we held the kiss for quite a while, stroking each other's hair and gasping like teenagers who have never kissed each other before.

"I am so in love with you, Jack," she said as fresh tears rolled down her face. "I've never stopped loving you. I tried so hard to stop feeling this way, but I never did. Even when Tommy and I made love, I imagined it was you...sometimes," she laughed.

"Is this still going on?" I asked, aroused at the very thought of it.

"How can we? There's no privacy," she smiled. "But I'd like to. And I bet you'd like to continue with Katie, too. But what are we saying? Katie and Tommy are committed to each other."

"Looks like we're out of luck, Little Sister," I smiled.

"Yeah, too bad we don't have other options," she whispered, suddenly standing and taking my hand, and leading me all the way back to the house.

Tommy and Katie arrived back at the farmhouse.

"That's a bummer that the ballgame was cancelled. It never occurred to me that it would be too muddy to play today. What were we thinking?" Tommy said, as they came in the back door.

"Shhhhhhh!" Katie whispered, as she pointed toward her father's bedroom. The door was open, but the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking were coming from within.

Katie caught herself to keep from laughing. She covered her mouth with her hand as her eyes got as big as saucers.

The expression on Tommy's face was priceless. He whispered, "Are they....?"

Katie nodded and motioned for him to take his shoes off. After they did, they tiptoed toward Jack's room and peeped in.

Jennifer and Jack were totally naked; Jennifer was astride Jack, riding his cock, moving her hips in a circular motion. Jack was propped up and feasting on his sister's perfect breasts as she moaned her delight.

"Oh, Baby, it's just as good as ever!" she moaned. "Jack, Big Brother, I love you so much!"

Jack paused and reached for her face, looking into her eyes. Little Sister, you're delicious! They kissed, tongued wrestling, bodies grinding against each other in passion.

Suddenly they realized that Katie and Tommy were in the room with them. Jennifer reached for a pillow and tried to cover herself. "Tommy! K-Katie!" she gasped.

"Don't stop," Katie whispered. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Let us watch, please?"

Jennifer was speechless. She looked at Jackson, who said, "We may as well, Jennifer. If everything is going to be out in the open..."

Without a word, Jennifer rolled off and crawled between Jackson's legs, slipping his hard, thick cock into her mouth. She went down on him, almost completely taking his entire length in her mouth and throat.

She then came up, licked around the head and said, "Oh you're so delicious, Baby." She looked at Katie, who had sat down on the bed. "Show me you can do that for Tommy, Honey. Show us what you can do for your man."

Katie jumped up and started throwing her clothes off. "Take your clothes off, Tommy!" she urged.

Tommy was reluctant, but didn't see that he had a real choice. He was shocked to see his mother making love with his uncle; he was turned on by it, but still a bit jealous. He took his shirt off, then unfastened his jeans and peeled them off, along with his underwear and socks. By then, Katie was totally naked, and apparently not the least bit shy about it.

"Katie, what a body!" Jennifer smiled as she continued to lick and suck on Jackson's throbbing cudgel. She looked at Jack's face and winked and mouthed, "Fuck!"

Tommy was a bit more shy about revealing his body in front of Jackson, but the fact that Katie and Jennifer were totally naked had caused him to become almost totally erect.

Katie motioned for Tommy to lay on the bed, and she quickly assumed the same position that Jennifer was in and began licking his nuts and cock until he was fully hard. "Look, Aunt Jen, he and Daddy are just alike!"

It was true. Both men had 9-inch, very thick, cocks. Jennifer exclaimed, "I know, Katie. I know!"

Katie leaned forward and fed as much of Tommy's dick into her mouth as she possibly could; even though she was quite proud of her skills, she knew she couldn't possibly do what her Aunt Jennifer had just done. Still, she was making a good effort.

"Aunt Jen? Can you show me how, on Tommy?"

Katie did not know of Tommy's sexual relationship with his mother; nor did he know of her sexual relationship with her father. She, however, wanted to tell him and had fantasized about all four of the family changing sex partners occasionally. She certainly wanted and needed her father and she thought it would be an equitable situation to allow him to do the same with Aunt Jen, if he wanted.

Jennifer was momentarily, flummoxed. Obviously she was dying to do exactly what Katie suggested and she knew how much that Tommy loved what she did with her mouth. Still, this was far different. She turned her head to look at Jackson, as if for permission.

"I think that's a good idea, Jen. I want to watch, too," he said, enthusiastically.

Jennifer crawled over, on her knees in the bed, and stooped to take Tommy's fully erect cock into her mouth. She took him all the way to the root, feeling his cockhead deep in her throat. She got an extra thrill from "showing off" her skills to another woman. Deep in the recesses of her mind she was thinking, "you can't compete with what I can do for him!"

"Fuck!" Tommy grunted. He wasn't one to use profanity often, but this time it was spontaneous. "Oh, Mom, you're going to make me cum!"

"No! Stop!" Katie giggled. "Let me!"

Jennifer took him out of her mouth and slowly caressed the full length of his cock. "There's one, right there, for you to suck, Katie," she said, with a smile on her face.

Katie didn't have to be asked twice. She quickly moved over to Jackson and began to lick and suck at his nuts and his, still-wet, cock that had just been inside her beautiful Aunt's pussy. She eagerly took the head into her mouth and suckled it, then pushed her face down to ingest more of her father's thick length. Gasping for air, she said, "Oh Daddy, I love sucking your cock!"

In a haze of lust and irrational thought, Jackson reached for his luscious daughter and began kissing her mouth, as his hands wandered all over her young, sexy body. Both were moaning as Jackson lay her tenderly on her back and got between her legs. She reached and guided him inside her, raising her ass off the bed to meet his first deep strokes inside her.

"Oh, Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy!" she literally screamed as he began thrusting inside her at just the right pace, his cock coming nearly all the way out of her, then sliding back deep inside her as she arched herself to receive every delicious stroke.

Suddenly she nodded her head toward the other side of the bed. Jackson looked over and saw his twin sister, on her back, her long legs open wide, as Tommy fucked his mother in a similar fashion to what Jackson was doing with Katie.

"Let me on top, Daddy," Katie moaned.

Jackson grasped her bottom and easily rolled them over until she was now on top, his cock still deep inside her. Her tits shook deliciously as she moved her hips up and down, slowly fucking her father.

Rolling over had moved them over until they were almost touching Jennifer and Tommy, who was gently fucking his mother in what Katie thought was a very expert and intimate way. She reached over and turned his face to her, then leaned over to kiss him. They tongue-fucked each other as they continued to fuck their respective partners.

"Swap time!" Katie proclaimed as she climbed off of her father, and pulled at Tommy's arm.

Within seconds, Katie was riding Tommy and Jennifer was impaled on the full length of her brother's cock as she lay on her back and wrapped her legs around him.

Jackson was within inches of his mother, who reached for him. They were soon kissing each other deeply, entwining their tongues as Katie and her father did the same.

As if on cue, both Katie and Jennifer began a shrill moan.

"Oh Big Brother, you are making me CUMMMMMMMM!" Jennifer groaned.

"Tommy, Baby, I'm cummmmmming!" Katie whined. "Oh Baby, it's so gooood!"

She quickly dismounted and said, "I want it in my mouth!"

Jennifer pushed at Jackson's chest. "Me, too, Jackie!" she giggled.

Jackson reluctantly rolled over, but Jennifer joined Katie between Jackson's legs. As Katie slurped and licked on the head of his cock, Jennifer licked his nuts.

Tommy grunted, "Cumming!" Great torrents of white-hot cum shot from his meatus, landing on Katie's tongue and on her face. She moved over as Jennifer took his cock into her mouth. After a couple of spurts, she took a wad on her lips, then moved over to allow Katie the remainder. Katie lovingly suckled his cock until he was completely spent.

Jackson was on his knees, stroking himself as he watched the two most beautiful women he knew sucking Tommy to completion. As one, they then moved over to him. Jennifer licked eagerly at his cockhead, as Katie kissed and licked up and down his shaft. Both then knelt with their mouths open and tongues out as he continued to stroke.

As he moaned, a thick shot of his warm cum shot inside Jennifer's mouth, then he quickly aimed at Katie, who greedily took at least 2 inches of her father's cock into her mouth as his boiling jism continued to jet out. Satisfied that she had her share, she moved over to allow Jennifer to finish him off.

Both women, Jennifer and Katie, were panting with excitement. Smears of cum criss-crossed both of their mouths, as then wiped at their faces and licked the delicious cum off.

"Let's do it again!" Katie suggested.

Jennifer laughed. "I remember when I was your age. I was so much like you. I need a nap -- and I want you two to go upstairs, and don't bother us. We have a lot of catching up to do.

"Amen to that," Jackson said as the two naked teenagers gathered their clothes and headed upstairs.

Jennifer

My brother and I have resumed our relationship. We now live as if we are husband and wife, as we always wanted to do. Both Jackson and Tommy decided to have vasectomies, for obvious reasons.

Jackson and I are both extremely turned on by the fact that our children are in an incestuous relationship and that they are committed to each other. Jackson has given me permission to occasionally have sex with Tommy and, of course, I am fine for him to have sex with Katie. Sometimes Jackson and I watch them make love and sometimes they watch us. Sometimes I watch Jackson with Katie and sometimes he watches me with Tommy. We had a "foursome" once, and I guess it may happen again sometime, but it seems to me that one to once sex is the most intimate.

Katie

Tommy is my husband. I am his wife. Not officially, though. We all took a trip to Las Vegas last year and we went through a faux ceremony as did my dad and Aunt Jen. Anyway, we are committed to each other for life.

Other than an occasional encounter with my dad, I don't want to be with another man. Tommy gets to have sex with Aunt Jen whenever he wants and, surprisingly, I am not the least bit jealous. My dad and I have sex occasionally. I really have never gotten enough. I wish he would have fucked me all those times I begged him before I got in a relationship with Tommy, but at least I get to enjoy it now, and I don't have to worry about Tommy or Aunt Jenn catching us, because they know we're doing it. I have to admit that I do prefer sex in private, but if they want to watch, it has its own particular thrill.

Tommy

I doubt that anyone, anywhere, are as happy and as sexually satisfied as we four are. I have my choice, every day, whether to have sex with my unbelievably sexy mother, or my "wife", Katie. I'll have to say, and I don't think that she will disagree, that she is absolutely insatiable.

I do my best to satisfy her and, boy howdy, she is fucking amazing in bed, but she has to have her daddy every couple of days. She's got a bond with him that is almost mystical. I think it's because of her mom dying when she was little and her dad has been her everything from that point on, until I came along. She likes her privacy with him, and I know there's an intimacy there that I can't quite comprehend, but I've watched them a few times. There's no porn in the world that would match that. I'm quite sure she's giving him something that is just reserved for him and that she can't possibly give me.
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Jackson

This is the end of the story of the Lancaster Twins. We, Jenn and I, live as husband and wife. I've read the other accounts, from Jenn and Katie, and Tommy, so I can't really add a lot to it.

When I make love to Jenn, I feel that it is the most fulfilling, pleasurable, and joyous experience known to man -- then I make love to Katie and I feel the same way. I'm not saying that the two experiences are the same; they're not at all. I'm saying that I cannot love anyone any more than I love either of them, but Jenn is my sister, my first love, my wife -- and Katie is my beloved, precious daughter, who possesses the sweetness, kindness, and wonderful outlook on life that her mother, Cathy, had, besides being the most extraordinarily beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on.

It's extra special that my son, Tommy, gets to experience this with me. Jenn and I sometimes watch he and Katie making love and it reminds us so much of when we were their age, unable to keep our hands off of each other, exploring and pleasuring each other's bodies as often as we possibly could. Love and lust, but especially love; that's what the Lancaster Twins are all about.
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Thanks so much for all of you who have stuck through this fantasy to the very end. I know that a lot of you will not like this ending, at all. It has its cheesy moments, I will admit. It also involves some relationships, and situations, that some of my readers do not enjoy. I admit that I love some better than others, myself -- and you can guess which ones they are. I tried to give something to everyone in these last couple of episodes.​