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 Title: The Lancaster Twins


Summary: Sexual tension between a twin brother and sister. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex





   The twins Jennifer and Jackson Lancaster had just turned 18.  They lived
on a farm and had always been close - but, or course, not in a sexual way!
- being relatively isolated and having no other siblings, they were best
friends, besides being brother and sister.  Being twins, they had that
"mystique" that lots of twins have - they seemed to be able to read each
other's thoughts at times.  For instance, Jennifer had been in a minor auto
accident once and Jackson, several miles away, sensed that something was
wrong.  These kinds of things happened frequently.  The twins didn't think
much about it, assuming this was just a natural phenomenon. 

   The twins' parents, Tom and Shana, were very proud of the teenagers. 
They owned a two hundred acre beef cattle farm and the twins had always
been willing to pitch in to make sure everything got done.  Tom worked full
time on the farm and Shana taught English at the local high school.  It was
difficult to get all the farm work done and they wondered how they would
make it once the twins went off to college.

   Jennifer (called Jenny or Jen by those close to her) and Jackson (called
Jack or Jackie by his close acquaintances) had been straight A students at
the local high school from which they had just graduated.  They had
celebrated their 18th birthday a couple of months before graduation.  Now
it was summer.  No school, but plenty of farm work. 

   Jackson was well over 6 feet tall and weighed nearly 200 pounds.  He had
sandy, brown hair, brown eyes, and had a nice, lean physique.  His chest,
arms, and legs were well-muscled from working on the farm.  He was
well-tanned from working outside, but had a natural dark complexion.  He
was extremely handsome and was very popular with the girls at school.  He
was fairly shy, however, and hadn't been on many dates.  Their parents had
always taken them to church and when Tom had had "the sex talk" with
Jackson, he had been told that it was better "morally" not to have sex
before marriage, but that it wasn't a mortal sin that would send you to
hell on a bobsled.  Still, it could cause all kinds of problems,
particularly if it resulted in pregnancy.  Tom was very clear that whether
to have sex was Jackson's decision, but that he must act responsibly, no
matter what.  Jackson bought into whatever his father said.  He admired his
dad for the fair way he had always treated them and the way he approached
life's problems. 

   Jennifer was gorgeous, one of the prettiest girls in the county, but she
was painfully shy.  She was tall, 5-11, with shoulder length dark brown
hair, which she usually kept in a pony tail, brown eyes, with a dark
complexion, long, strong, yet slender and shapely legs and magnificent
breasts, 32-C, which she had inherited from her mother.  Her slender body
made her breasts look even bigger.  Boys, and men, couldn't help but stare,
if she ever wore anything that showed any hint of how sexy her young body
was.  Jennifer knew that boys found her attractive.  They were constantly
asking her out, but she wouldn't go.  She was so introverted that she had
actually been referred to the school counselor.  She had few friends and
the ones that she did have were, like her, known as nerds.  When she went
to school, or anywhere in public, she wore clothes that would detract from
her shapely body, not wanting to draw attention to herself.  She wore
glasses, though she didn't need them, to make her look more studious,
hoping to avoid attention, particularly from boys. 

   It wasn't that Jennifer wasn't attracted to boys.  She was, and she had
the same normal sexual urges that teenage girls have.  She masturbated, but
not frequently.  She liked to put it off, thinking of it as a special treat
to herself.  She liked her body and was, secretly, proud of it.  She knew
that one day, in the distant future, that she would meet a man, fall in
love with him and present her luscious, virginal body, to him.  That was
the ideal that she had been taught, and it was her plan.  She often
examined herself in the mirror, admiring her large, perfect breasts. 
Despite their size, they had no sag, whatsoever.  Her pink nipples pointed
upward at an angle, as if they were small antennae.  She had seen her
mother's on a few occasions and even in her late 30's, Shana's still did
not sag, and her nipples looked as if they could cut glass.  Jennifer
imagined how her Dad must love playing with them and whatever else men did
with women's breasts.  It made her blush to think about it, but it still
excited her and often was fodder for masturbation.  Her mom had talked to
Jennifer about sex many times.  She told Jennifer that masturbation was
normal and healthy and that, if she did it, that she should not feel guilty
- that it was far better than having sex, which could lead to all kinds of
problems.  Despite her bashfulness and puritanical outlook on life,
Jennifer rarely felt guilty when she masturbated - and that was only when
forbidden thoughts of her twin brother or her father entered her mind.  She
tried not to think about such things, but sometimes she couldn't help it
and those times led to her best orgasms.

   Jennifer's and Jackson's father, Tom, was a quarter Cherokee.  His skin
was a reddish-brown hue and his hair and eyes were very black.  He had
worked on the farm all his life and was muscular in a natural way.  He was
very handsome; he was smart; he was kind; and he was well-respected.  He
was a Deacon at church and was widely respected in the community.  His
wife, Shana, and his children, honored and adored him.

   Once, when Jennifer was a few years younger, she had been in the hay
loft moving some hay bales around to clean out a spot to put newer bales.
She heard someone in the lower level of the barn and had kneeled down,
peeking through a crack in the loft flooring to see who it was.  To her
shock, it was her Dad, taking a leak.  She could clearly see his penis,
which to her eyes, looked immense.  She knew she should not continue to
look, but she couldn't stop looking even though she was practically
paralyzed with fear that he might see her.  When he had finished and had
walked outside, she realized that her panties were wet and that she was
extremely turned on.  She pulled her shorts and panties down and, laying on
the hay, masturbated thinking about what she had just seen.  That was the
penis that had shot sperm into her mother's sexy young body and fertilized
the eggs that resulted in her, Jennifer, and her fraternal twin brother
Jackson.  For whatever reason, that thought set her young body on fire. 
From that point on, that thought, or the thought of what her Dad's cock (it
was so naughty to think of that word!) looked like.  She liked to imagine
what her mother did with that cock (there that naughty word was again!). 
She had looked for opportunities to peek on her father after that and was,
occasionally, rewarded. 

   Their mother, Shana, was a statuesque blue-eyed blonde.  She still had
the figure of a young woman, with large, D-cup breasts and a small waist.
She was tall and had played basketball in high school, as Jennifer did. 
She was still a head turner, no matter where she went.  Even her male
students thought she was hot and many had flirted with her, even
propositioned her, down through the years.  Shana had had many
opportunities to cheat on her husband, and had been tempted, but she loved
her family and wasn't about to put her family and lifestyle at risk for
sex. 

   Jackson was in love with his sister.  He knew it was wrong, but he could
not help himself.  Not only had they shared everything all their lives and
were best friends, but when they reached puberty everything had changed. 
He started having urges that he had never had before.  Of course he knew
what they were.  He and Dad had talked about it.  They taught it at school,
too.  But his sister was suddenly a goddess to him.  He had always known
she was pretty, but now she was developing.  She wasn't flat-chested
anymore.  She had to wear a bra!  Her legs developed curves.  Her waist was
skinny, but her hips and chest flared.  Her face was absolutely gorgeous.
He longed to kiss her like they used to when they played "house" as small
children. 

   Jennifer was careful, in public, to never wear clothing that enhanced or
accentuated her body.  Blouses and dresses that she wore never revealed
cleavage and were not tight.  She still looked attractive, but she never
wanted to dress "slutty" as some of her acquaintances did.  At home, she
had to be more practical.  Her shirts and shorts were often tight-fitting
and sometimes her shorts tended to be very short.  Her mother had been
known to insist that she get rid of some older shorts because she had
outgrown them.  Still, she didn't feel that she had to dress as
conservatively around her family.  She had to work on the farm, so she
usually wore denim, cut-off shorts or basketball shorts and a sleeveless
blouse.  Sometimes, on a hot day, she would tie the lower portion of her
shirt into a knot, revealing her flat, tanned stomach.  She was unaware of
how her brother and even her Dad noticed her naturally sexy body.

   She and Jack had large bedrooms, upstairs in the big farm house.  Both
bedrooms had a door leading into the bathroom that they shared.  There were
locks on both sides of both doors.  From the time Jennifer started
developing, she knew that she should never allow her brother to see her
naked.  Still, he was her twin, and she felt no shame if he saw her when
she was dressed for bed, or even in various stages of undress in front of
him as they shared the bathroom.  She always wore an old tee shirt, one
that Jackson or her dad had discarded, and panties to bed.  Because she was
well-endowed, the tee shirt usually barely came below her panties when she
was standing.  On occasion, Jackson could catch a glimpse of the bottom of
her panties when she was brushing her teeth.  She also sometimes did her
hair or put on her make up dressed only in a bra from the waist up.  The
sight of his sister's wealth of cleavage was enough to make Jackson's young
cock harden.  She was aware that Jackson found her attractive, but she had
no idea how he lusted for her young body.  It would have shocked her to
know how he looked forward to seeing her in various stages of undress.  Of
course she locked the door if she were going to be naked or taking a
shower.

   Jackson respected his sister's privacy.  As tempting as it was to try to
spy on her, to see more of her luscious body, he didn't do so.  He didn't,
however, bother to lock the door that led from the bathroom into her room
when he showered.  He knew that she wouldn't come in if she heard the water
running unless she needed to use the bathroom.  The shower door was
translucent, so she couldn't have seen anything anyway; but he wasn't as
hung up on modesty as she was. 

   Just about any interaction with Jen (as he called her) made Jackson
horny.  He would lock both doors into his room, take his pants down and
play with his very impressive young cock.  He was very proud of how it had
grown over the years.  By the time he was 18, at last measurement, it was
almost 8 inches long and was thicker than most boys he had noticed in the
showers at school.  He was no exhibitionist, but he knew he had nothing of
which to be ashamed.  Even the black boys didn't appear to be hung any
better than him - and most of them were smaller.  He would imagine his
sister naked, or even doing something sexual with him, and would shoot long
ropes of white-hot cum high into the air over his bed.  He was very proud
of how far he could shoot his cum and how much of it there was.  He
imagined his sister watching him, or even helping him.  He was also proud
of how many times he could masturbate.  Unlike his sister, who tried to go
as long as she could without masturbating, he did it every time the notion
struck him.  His record was 8 times in one day, but he went a couple of
days after that without doing it at all.  He had been trying for ten. 

   Jackson and Jennifer had a tiny secret.  It was not something that they
really mentioned to their parents, or even talked about with each other. 
If there was spare time between chores and other activities, the twins
liked to take walks together.  There was about 30 acres of woods on their
farm, through which a creek ran.  It had never been cleared to grow crops
because of the numerous flat rocks throughout the area.  It was fairly
useless land except to allow cattle to roam and eat whatever vegetation was
available.  The twins had always loved playing hide and seek in these
woods. There was a steep hill that was ideal for hiking.  The many times
that they had climbed the hill had aided in developing the muscles in their
strong, tanned legs. 

   The secret was what they called "our place".  They never mentioned it to
anyone but each other.  It was a "twin" thing, they agreed, to rationalize
what might be considered the inordinate amount of time they liked to be
together, by themselves.  To get to this location required them to crest
the steep hill and descend the opposite side down to a thicket, through
which the creek ran.  There was a large, flat rock in the creek.  By wading
a few feet, the twins could sit on the rock and dangle their feet into the
crisp, cold water.  It was totally hidden.  Even if someone were to be in
the area, which was doubtful because of its relative inaccessibility, they
would be heard by the twins.  This was what the twins called "our place".
When one of them had a problem, whether minor or major, he or she would
suggest, "Let's walk to our place" and the other would oblige.  They would
walk the path from the house, then, when out of sight, would often hold
hands.  They would talk over whatever problem was bothering them as they
walked or as they sat at their place, their feet dangling in the cold
water. It felt intimate, even though they would not have used that word. 

   A ritual had begun to develop through their teen years whenever the
twins visited their special place.  Neither of the twins could say for sure
how it began, but it involved Jennifer sitting on the rock, Jackson behind
her, his legs splayed around her, massaging her shoulders.  Jackson loved
it because it was an excuse to be physically close to his sister, her
perfect ass between his legs and his hands rubbing her back and shoulders.
Jennifer always seemed to enjoy it and would sometimes make little mewls of
pleasure when he massaged her shoulders.  These sounds Jackson would hold
in his memory for his masturbation sessions.  Their visits to their special
place often fueled his fantasies as he jerked himself off, then lay kissing
his pillow, pretending it was his sister.

   As these rituals evolved over time, Jackson's hands began to roam over
more of her luscious body than just her back and shoulders.  By the time
the twins were in high school, Jackson would rub her shoulders, her back,
and then one hand would sneak around her and rub her tummy through her
shirt.  Jennifer liked this, especially when it was her time of the month
and her tummy would hurt.  She even allowed him to raise her shirt and rest
his big hand on her tummy.  It felt so good and she felt safe with her
brother.  She loved the way he took care of her. 

   Then one day, as he had fantasized doing for months, Jackson moved his
hands surreptitiously from Jennifer's lower back, along her sides, and to
the sides of her breasts.  For the first time ever, alarm bells went off in
Jennifer's mind.  What was he doing?  Was her brother actually trying to
touch her breasts?  This could not be allowed!  Could it?  His hands were,
simultaneously rubbing the very sides and back of her bra-encased boobs. 
Nobody had ever touched her breasts.  What would it feel like?  Could she
allow him to do more?  Perhaps just wait and see what he's up to. 

   Jackson's hands, almost imperceptibly, moved forward.  He could feel her
bra through the cloth of the tee shirt that she wore.  He knew that he was
not really feeling of her breasts - that there was a lot of material
between his sneaky fingers and her actual tit-flesh - but still, this was
extremely arousing to be this close to his gorgeous sister's lovely
breasts. 

   As his hands made their slow progress around the sides of her breasts,
Jennifer no longer had any doubt what he was doing.  'It's just curiosity,'
she thought.  'He is no more experienced than me.  Should I let him feel of
them?' She was very nervous and uncomfortable with what he was doing, but
she was also curious.  His hands were now very close to encasing her
breasts in his palms.  Then he did it.  He grasped them, his hands now
squeezing, ever so lightly, his sister's breasts, albeit through the cloth
of a tee shirt and a bra.

   She immediately pulled his hands off of her and said, vehemently, "No,
Jack!  I'm your sister.  Don't do that!" She jumped off the rock and stood
in the shallow water.

   Jackson was unprepared for her outburst.  She had rarely ever raised her
voice in anger to him; he never wanted to do anything that displeased her.
"I'm sorry, Jen.  I am.  I just got carried away," he said.  He looked
down, his feelings hurt a bit.

   Jennifer took his hands and smiled.  "Let's go back.  We have chores
before supper."

   That, however, wasn't the end of it.  This new ritual took on a life of
its own, with its own unspoken rules.  Jennifer soon came to anticipate
this new element of their "walks", as they called them, euphemistically. 
At first she dreaded it and tried to think of ways to tell him that he was
to never touch her that way.  But the truth was that it felt amazing.  Even
though she never allowed him to just sit and massage them, even a short
squeeze sent electric impulses of pure pleasure through her body.  She knew
that every guy wanted to feel of her boobs - that was just natural - but
she imagined that if she went on a date and a guy did that, it meant that
he expected more, and she just was not ready for that at all.  She knew
that her brother was safe.  He didn't expect anything from her.  She was in
control.  He wasn't forcing her into anything and he never whined or
complained when she (reluctantly, she had to admit to herself) took his
hands and held them in her lap, telling him "no" in this silent, loving
way.

   Now the twins were out of high school.  They loved summer because they
could take frequent "walks" between chores.  One day, Jennifer had been
working in the garden, gathering tomatoes, cucumbers, and squash.  She had
a washtub full of fresh veggies that she sat on the back porch.  She knew
her mother would make her get cleaned up later and go with her to
distribute to people in the neighborhood who didn't have a garden.  This
was something she loved to do, so she looked forward to it.  Jackson had
been bush-hogging an area that was overgrown near the back of the place. 
The tractor had broken down and he had managed to fix it, getting himself
quite greasy and dirty.  He was washing up at the faucet behind the house
when Jennifer sat the veggies on the back porch. 

   As he bent over the faucet, shirtless, washing his hands with the bar of
Lava soap that they always kept there, she admired his physique.  His chest
was so well-developed and she loved the way his pectoral muscles and his
abs were so well-defined.  She really loved the way her brother looked. 
Sometimes, when he was shaving in the bathroom, with no shirt on, she
watched from her bedroom, where she could see his reflection in the
mirror. 

   He dried his hands and, turning, saw her smiling at him.  "Hey,Jen.  You
pick all that?"

   "Yeah.  You're all greasy, Bro.  You need a shower.  You stink!" She
pinched her nose, although she was just kidding.  He neither looked, nor
smelled dirty now.

   "I'll take one later.  Dad and I have to castrate some calves later.  No
need of wasting two showers, right?  he grinned.  "Hey, we have time to
take a walk.  Wanna go?"

   The truth was that she was dying to.  She had just been thinking how she
had not masturbated in several days and that a "walk" with her brother
would be good motivation for it.  She shrugged.  "Sure.  I don't know why
not." Her heart-rate increased just thinking about his hands on her. 

   Even though nobody was home and there was no way anyone could see them,
the twins didn't hold hands until they got to the woods.  It felt so
natural.  They held hands all the way to their special place.  Jennifer was
dressed in denim shorts, cut off as short as her mother would allow.  She
wore a sleeveless basketball jersey that she had outgrown some years back.
It was perfect for working in the sun, though.  It gave her excellent
ventilation through the arm holes and left about an inch of her tummy
exposed.  Jackson wore running shorts with no shirt.  In his thinking, it
was just too hot to wear a shirt to work on the farm.  He didn't know it,
but his cute sister approved of his no-shirt choice.  She could ogle his
manly upper-body to her heart's content!

   They both removed their shoes and socks and waded out to the flat rock.
Jennifer sat down in her customary place, already anticipating the feel of
her brother's hands on her.  Jackson eased down and put his long, tan legs
around his sister, so that she was snug between his legs.  He knew that his
cock was already getting hard and that his sister's beautiful ass would be
mashed up against it.  She never seemed to notice, he thought.  They never
discussed such matters.

   His hands were soon massaging her shoulders and back.  Jennifer told him
that it felt good because her muscles were aching from bending over in the
garden.  Then his hands encircled her sexy tummy.  As he played with her
navel, eliciting giggles from her, he thought how perfectly beautiful she
was.  Even her stomach was flat and tanned and he ached to just kiss it. 
He really wished he could kiss her mouth. 

   "I love you, Jen," he said as he kissed the back of her shoulder.  This
was not an unusual thing.  They had always told each other 'I love you' and
they had frequently kissed each other, but not on the lips - not since they
were small and played games about being married adults.  Light pecks on the
shoulder or the cheek were frequent. 

   She raised her arm and, reaching back, pulled his head over her shoulder
and kissed his cheek.  "I love you, Brother Dear!" she giggled, as he
tickled her again.

   He really did love her.  Like a man loves a woman, he reflected.  Not
like a brother loves a sister.  He knew that his feelings were not
reciprocated and knew that was probably a good thing, but still, he ached
for her and longed to express his love to her.  He would never hurt his
sister in any way, so he thought it best not to tell her of his feelings.
He figured that he would eventually outgrow them.  He gently played with
the warm skin of her flat stomach, probing to feel the musculature of her
tummy.  It was so sexy. 

   "Liking those abs, Bro?" she giggled, enjoying his touch immensely - way
more than he knew.

   "They're impressive.  You still do all those sit-ups?"

   "Not like I used to, but yeah.  I had to do them for basketball.  No
more basketball for me, though," she said, sadly.  She had been a good
player, but not good enough to play in college.  She had been too shy to be
aggressive enough to go to the next level.

   "Well, let's hope you don't just let yourself go like some women," he
teased.

   Jennifer leaned back, laying her head on his shoulder so she could kiss
his cheek.  "You're crazy, Jack.  I love you!" she laughed.  She didn't
realize that when she leaned back that her breasts were thrust upward in a
most enticing and sensual way.  Jackson certainly noticed.

   His hands were soon, ritually, making their way up her sides.  'Yes,'
she thought.  'Touch them, please.  I need you to touch them!' her brain
screamed.

   From Jackson's viewpoint, he knew not to move too quickly.  He always
did the same thing, the same steps.  He knew he couldn't do something
different that might startle her.  He always rubbed her shoulders, her
back, her tummy, then made his way up her sides toward the backs of her
incredible, lust-inciting, breasts.  What he wouldn't give to see them
naked!!  He had, many times, seen her in her bra when they were in the
bathroom together, and once had seen her naked from behind.  Her butt was
great, too, and he loved seeing her tight buns peek out from under her tee
shirt when she was applying makeup, but he was a tit man.  But the one time
he saw her naked from behind, he could only see the sides of her breasts
and he still thought about that sometimes when he masturbated.  He knew
that, as long as he didn't do anything different and didn't move too
quickly, that he would be rewarded with a short feel of his sister's
breasts.  Even though she always, always, always wore a bra, it was still
enough.  He would take what he could get. 

   Jennifer was wishing that he would move more quickly.  She loved the
feel of his hands on her breasts and, down through the time that they had
played this "game", the amount of time that she had allowed him to hold
them had increased by small increments.  She wanted him to know what they
felt like.  She wanted it to be worth his time and not frustrate him too
much.  She knew, however, that she absolutely could not allow her brother
to "play" with her breasts.  This was not fondling or playing with them,
she told herself.  It was just satisfying their mutual curiosity.  He was
curious what his sister's breasts, or any woman's breasts, felt like.  She
was curious what it was like to have a man feel of her breasts.  As his
hands began to make their way from the back of her breasts to the front,
ever so slowly, one frustrating millimeter (micrometer?) at a time, she
closed her eyes, concentrating on his fingertips.  How she would love to
allow him to hold them as long as he wanted, massaging them like he did her
back and tummy.  She felt the wetness between her legs and knew that she
would imagine her brother playing with her breasts - or more - when she
masturbated, later.  She didn't love him like she would the man that would
become her husband - she knew that - what she felt for Jackson was just
what twins feel for each other.  They were almost the same person.  All of
this was just natural.  She was sure of that.  As soon as they reached
adulthood and got married, this would just be a silly memory of their
childhood.  They would never speak of it and would be embarrassed to even
think of it.  But for now - 

   Jackson's fingers were moving softly toward the front of his sister's
bra-encased breasts.  He thought that the tips of his fingers were probably
near her nipples, buried deeply inside her bra.  He could only imagine how
thrilling it would be to actually touch her bare nipples.  It was almost
more than he could bear, just thinking about how sexy it would be to just
see them, much less actually touch her bare breasts.  His cock felt like a
log and he marveled that his sister never seemed to realize how turned on
she made him or that he had a perpetual erection when she was around. 

   Jennifer was breathless with anticipation.  She had never indicated to
him that she wanted him to touch her breasts or that it felt good to her
and she was fearful that he might detect just how much she liked this.  It
would be unacceptable to let him know that she enjoyed this very improper,
and forbidden, activity.  It would likely be embarrassing to him if she let
him know that she was well aware of his erection almost every time she was
around, and that she liked the feel of it against her ass.  She knew that
boys had erections and that they couldn't help it.  No need to make a big
deal of it.  She told herself that neither of them were doing this for any
kind of sexual gratification - even though her masturbation sessions later
were a by-product - but only the normal result of a healthy curiosity. 
This was perfectly normal behavior, she decided, and she was sure that many
siblings must do the same thing, especially in situations where they were
brought up in a sexually-repressed home.  She was glad, however, that she
had been taught that sex was something sacred and precious - and she hated
the idea of being sexually promiscuous - but she was a healthy young woman
and her body had been created with natural desires. 

   Jackson's hands closed on her breasts and it was all she could do to
suppress a moan.  It felt so good!  What would it feel like if her breasts
were bare?  She wondered why Jackson had never tried this when they were
upstairs together, she without a bra.  She must not allow herself to think
of that.  She had planned to allow Jackson to get his feel.  It would be
unkind to immediately jerk his hands away and chastise him, as she had the
first few times he had attempted this.  No - she knew that she was
attractive to boys and she realized that it must be especially difficult on
Jackson to see her every day, sometimes without a bra on when she was ready
for bed.  She knew he was morally pure and she imagined that he must
wrestle with his conscience about how attracted he was to her breasts.  So
she would not condemn him.  Of course she couldn't just give him license,
nor could she make this into something sexual by letting him know that it
felt good and that she craved it more and more each time!

   Jackson tentatively squeezed her bountiful mounds.  He was thankful,
each time, that she didn't immediately stop him.  It was almost as if she
were unaware that he was holding her breasts.  She didn't move.  She didn't
make a sound.  She never indicated if it felt good or was uncomfortable. 
He held them for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of them, memorizing how
they felt in his palms.  Then he very carefully applied a minute amount of
pressure.  His sister allowed him a couple of seconds then tenderly grasped
his hands and brought them down to her lap.  No chastisement.  Nothing to
indicate that she didn't want him to do it, except the fact that she
stopped him - but he had the pleasure of holding her beautiful breasts for
all of 15 seconds, he estimated.  He was so turned on that he could tell
there was pre-cum leaking out of his cock.  He would certainly head to his
bedroom to masturbate as soon as they got back to the house.

   The twins held hands as they walked back through the woods, enjoying
these moments of unspoken intimacy.  Jennifer's panties were soaked and she
contemplated possibly masturbating before bed that night.  She liked the
feeling of being turned on and wasn't as anxious to give herself pleasure
as was her brother.  She smiled to herself, reflecting on how much pleasure
she derived from just the few seconds that she had allowed her twin brother
to hold her breasts and, of course, just getting to spend time with him,
alone.

   Jennifer decided that, yes, tonight she had to masturbate.  She liked to
put it off as long as possible, enhancing the pleasure, but she couldn't
wait another day to relieve herself.  Added to the trip to their special
place, and all its attendant pleasures, her father and brother both arrived
for supper, both shirtless.  They had worked hard and were dirty and
sweaty. Her father was rarely shirtless, but when he was, she liked to
admire his muscles.  She wished that she could run her hands over his pecs,
abs, back and shoulders, but knew that would be terribly inappropriate. 
Still, in her heightened state of sexual arousal, his body served to
stimulate her even more.  She even thought that she might allow herself a
special treat tonight - penetration.

   Jennifer had experimented with various objects.  It started with a
smooth handled hairbrush that she had rubbed on her clit.  For some reason
it felt better than her fingers and it had been a favorite thing for quite
a while.  One night she was especially horny and feeling naughty.  She
decided to slip the handle inside her.  It was relatively small, flat, and
perhaps as wide as two fingers.  She slipped the end of the handle inside
and soon met resistance.  She knew that was her hymen.  It felt so good as
she began to slide it in and out of her tiny cuntal opening that she got a
bit carried away and, suddenly, felt a sharp pain.  Upon examination she
saw blood and realized that she had broken her hymen.  This disturbed her
and she didn't even finish because of the pain and guilt. 

   Over the next few days she accepted the fact that she was no longer,
technically, a virgin.  She had read some articles online and discovered
that many girls broke their hymens, accidentally, in various ways, before
having sex.  This was a great comfort to her and the next time she
masturbated she inserted the hairbrush handle as far as it would go - about
4 inches.  She was tight, of course, but she managed it and it felt
wonderful, especially when she imagined that she was having sex and that
her imaginary lover was penetrating her with his penis.  She didn't allow
herself to even think words like "fuck" and "cock".  As she got older,
though, she began to permit herself to think those words, realizing that
just thinking them or mouthing them as she masturbated enhanced the
experience.

   She had decided that penetration was something that she would only allow
herself occasionally, theorizing that she might become desensitized to it
if she did it every time she masturbated.  She began to look for other
things that she could insert into her vagina that would be both safe and
sanitary.  She used her fingers, of course.  She had a shampoo bottle with
a long slender neck that she tried.  It was okay, but wasn't as smooth as
the hairbrush handle, and didn't penetrate much farther.  She considered a
candle and a banana, but didn't think either was a good idea.  She liked to
take a tub bath and would turn the faucet so that it was dripping, just a
drop every few seconds.  She managed to scoot herself so that it would drip
on her clit.  There wasn't enough pressure to give her an orgasm, but the
longer she allowed the faucet to drip on her, the more her horny body was
titillated.  Ultimately she would dry off and lay on her bed to masturbate.

   Then one day she was perusing some items in a dollar store and found
another hairbrush, but with a much longer, and thicker, handle.  She gladly
paid the $1 and anticipated using this new-found friend.  The handle was
approximately 8 inches long and twice as big around as her other hairbrush
- still not as big around as a man's penis, she thought, but it would do
the trick.  It was made of smooth plastic.  She didn't allow herself the
use of her new hairbrush until she was particularly needy.  This had
happened one day when she and Jackson had taken a walk to their special
place, she had allowed him to hold her breasts for several seconds, and,
for some reason, his penis felt particularly big and hard against her ass.
It excited her and she wondered what it looked like when it was swollen and
hard.  She had seen Jackson in his boxer briefs and could tell that,
sometimes, his penis appeared to be hard.  She always averted her eyes, as
she did when Jackson was taking a leak when she entered the bathroom, not
wanting him to notice her staring.  She had seen images on the computer,
usually by accident, and they never failed to make her panties wet with
lust.  She knew that she should not look at such things, and rarely did. 
It was unthinkable to her to view actual pornography.  On this particular
day, on the way back to the house, a bull was following a cow around,
smelling at her rear end, his long, pink bull cock hanging below his body,
wet and dripping with anticipation.  He tried several times to mount the
cow, his long, thick cock telescoping out of its sheath to seek
penetration, but she always walked away, not allowing him to breed her. 
Jennifer thought that the bull cock looked to be nearly 2 feet long.  It
made her blush and made her body tingle.  Jennifer had seen cows mating
before, and she was very curious, but on this day she was already wet and
excited from being with Jackson in their special place.  She decided that
she would use her new friend that night.

   When she was ready for bed that evening, she took the new hairbrush and
washed it carefully in hot water, then removed all her clothes, spread a
towel on her bed, and lay down.  She knew that her juices would get her bed
wet if she didn't put something under her.  She stood in front of her
dresser and admired her body.  She squeezed her breasts and pushed them
together.  She liked what she saw, and she allowed herself to imagine her
brother - or her father!  - seeing her like that.  She reached down and
spread her pussy lips, admiring her shaved pussy, and enjoying the sight of
her swollen clit.  She touched it and gasped.  She felt how wet her pussy
already was and imagined her brother touching her there. 

   She lay on the bed and, spreading her legs, inserted her middle finger
into her pussy.  The pleasure was almost overwhelming.  She reached for the
hairbrush and began to lick it as she played with her pussy.  She inserted
a couple of inches into her mouth and almost came when she imagined having
a real cock - perhaps Jackson's - in her mouth.  She licked the handle of
the hairbrush, then rubbed it on her breasts, giving special attention to
her nipples.  They were swollen and hard.  They pointed slightly upward. 
She wet her fingers in her mouth and rubbed her saliva on her nipples,
gently arching her hips off the bed as if an imaginary lover were with her.
Then she took the hair brush handle and got it wet in her mouth before
rubbing it on her clit.  She gasped and moaned.  She needed it inside her.
The time had come.  She couldn't wait to feel it inside her.  She slowly
fed about 4 inches into her, about the length of her other hairbrush
handle. She made a stirring motion with her hand imagining a man doing that
with his penis.  Then she pulled her knees up until they touched her
breasts, which splayed her pussy wide open.  She took the hairbrush and
began to insert it very slowly.  She was so tight that it didn't slide
easily, but with minimal pushing, because she was very wet, she was able to
push it in with no pain.  It was so tight and snug, yet slick.  The feeling
was incredible.  She pushed the smooth handle as far as she could, then
twisted it.  Her mouth hung open.  The feeling was exquisite, very close to
an actual orgasm, but not quite.  She loved it when she was able to get
herself into such a state, and she was not in a hurry to rush past it
toward what she knew would be an earth-shattering orgasm.  She began to
very slowly withdraw the plastic phallus, then to gently ease it back in.
She slowly increased the pace, loving the feeling.  She wondered if actual
intercourse felt better than this.  She imagined some boys at school doing
this to her.  She knew she should not imagine her own twin brother doing
such a thing, yet when she allowed herself to imagine him doing this to
her, it was so much more exciting than imagining anyone else - except
perhaps her father, which she refused to think about.  As she pushed the
handle into her pussy and imagined Jackson, on top of her, his hard cock
inside her - she felt her orgasm building and knew that it was too late to
stop it.  To maximize it, she gently pulled and pushed the handle in and
out and whispered, "Jackson, you feel so good in me!" Her orgasm hit her.
She withdrew the hairbrush handle and a gush of liquid spurted.  She didn't
know if that was normal, nor did she care.  She fingered her clit rapidly
as she continued to cum.  Her breathing was heavy.  She moaned.  Her
muscles threatened to cramp.  The muscles in and around her pussy spasmed,
deliciously.  She lay in the afterglow, thankful that masturbating was a
normal and healthy thing.  She regretted that she had unsavory thoughts of
her brother and others, but she figured that was just part of it.  She
wouldn't worry about that, much. 

   *******************************************

   The twins had never been apart for more than 2 days at a time.  They had
always just taken each other for granted, and never thought much about what
would happen should they be separated for an extended period of time.  A
couple of weeks after graduation, Jackson was to leave on a trip he had
earned as president of his high school's Future Farmers of America chapter.
They would be traveling to Washington, DC, and he would be gone for over a
week.  At first, Jennifer didn't think much about it.  In fact, she was
very proud of him.  She was a little jealous that he was going to get to
see so many sights that she had never seen, but she wasn't one to pout. 
She knew that she was supposed to be happy for people when they met with
success, and she was.  As the day of his departure approached, however, she
began to dread being apart from him.  Not only would she have more chores,
which wasn't a big deal, but things would just be different.  There would
be a void.  He wouldn't be across the hall, or through the bathroom door,
if she got scared - not that this ever happened.  There would be nobody to
pick on constantly or to tease her.  There would be nobody to beat in
basketball on the goal beside the driveway.  There would be no "walks".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Please kiss them, Jackson," she gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Um, yeah?" she replied, nodding. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Are you mad?" Jennifer whined. 

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

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

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

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

   "Come and kiss me," she mewled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "We are making love," she whimpered. 

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

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

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

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

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

   "Can I...?" he muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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