CHAPTER 1 - Lights
Tom was tired. Knackered, and no longer much use around the farm. His son Jack ran things now, and didn't he know it.
Jack's twin sister slouched in her armchair, ubiquitous phone resting on her pulled up knees. She'd probably been there all night.
Tom looked over disdainfully.
"Do you intend to ever actually
do
anything with your days? Or are you just going to sit there pushing buttons? Look at you girl, you're a state. When did you last wash your hair? And cover yourself up, I can see your knickers when you sit like that."
"Don't look then," she snarled back, before resuming her TikTok binge.
"Have you been to bed yet, even? They look like yesterday's, they're all grubby.
"Fucking hell Daddy! I'm watching something."
She slumped back in her chair and impudently let her legs open wider.
"Yeah, so am I," he said nastily. "Some kind of horror show."
He went back to his newspaper. Tom had been hopeful in his youth, had tried to get this farm going to please his old man, but it just hadn't worked out. They always seemed to be treading water, never clear of debt completely. Jack was great but he couldn't manage alone.
"You know you could help out around the place occasionally."
She shrugged, this was a funny one - some fat Japanese kid on a skateboard.
Jack came in from the field, ripped torso tanned and bare.
"Hi Sis," he said and gave her a lip kiss while slipping his hand down her shirt and mauling her left breast. Tom muttered contemptuously. Jack did what he wanted these days. At 18 he was a strapping young man, full of vigour and sap.
"Need some more oil for the tractor, I'll go down to Marshall's later, Dad."
"Use the stuff we decanted from the other one when it broke down."
Jack sat in the other armchair and sighed.
"The reason things keep breaking down is because we don't maintain them properly. Oil isn't just a nice to have, it's important. How do you not know that?"
"Fine, take it out of next month's kitty."
Jack leaned back and rubbed his eyes and face wearily. It had been a long morning. He looked across at his sister.
"Fancy getting us some stew, Jill?"
It wasn't a question, and she obediently sloped to the kitchen.
"It moves," shouted Tom sarcastically. "Praise be!"
"Dad, we're in trouble this month. There are three massive bills coming in and we've got nothing for the market apart from a few eggs."
"I know, son. Breaks my heart to see you out there in all weathers, day after day and for what?"
Jill listened in while she ladled the hot stew into the bowl. Her heart also broke to see Jack wasting his life in the fields. Despite her indolence, she was a bright girl and craved a better future. But how? It was just an endless cycle of problems, band-aid solutions, and even more problems. She had thought about upping sticks and trying her hand in London, but that would mean leaving dear Jack, and to a lesser extent her father whom, in spite of their rocky relationship, she still adored.
She was exhausted too, that didn't help. Always up til the early hours, never sleeping properly. And he was right, she had become grubby. She sighed and took the tray in to Jack.
Jack slurped and chewed the stew gratefully. It was hot, tasty and filling, just what he needed to prepare for this afternoon's toil. Jill slumped back in her armchair and let her mind wander. Why shouldn't there be a different world for them? People made their own futures these days and....she fell into a light sleep against a cushion, her legs relaxed and open.
Tom decided to go for a walk, it had been recommended by his doctor to ease his chronic back pain.
Jack looked over at his sister. He loved her very much but even he could see her brains were wasted here. She needed to be among smart people, creating something. He took in the sight of her knickers up her skirt and felt his cock stiffening. Although there was a lot of rough and tumble between them he had never actually ventured that far. But what if...?
He tiptoed over to her chair and pulled her panties to the side, surprised to see that her vagina was shaved smooth.
His young cock needed desperate attention, so he sat back in his chair and simply stared between his sister's legs while he wanked himself quickly to orgasm.
She awoke just as he was tucking himself back in, and managed a contemptuous snort. She pulled her knickers back to their proper place and perused her phone.
A few minutes passed in silence, Jack's wet cock increasingly uncomfortable.
"Enjoy your wank did you Jack?"
Jack reddened. He'd crossed a line and he knew it. But why wasn't she furious?
Twins have a bond. She knew his ways because they were also hers. He'd got the brawn, she the brains, but in matters of desire and emotion, they could write each other's story.
"It....sorry."
"Oh shut up! It's me you're talking to."
There was a heavy pause.
"So?" she repeated. "How was it?"
"It was hot actually. I came almost instantly."
She smiled. She had never felt attractive to men; to them she was just that little girl from the farm. But whether she knew it or not, the germ of an idea had planted itself at that moment.
"But what did you like about it particularly?"
"Just seeing you there all, slutty and natural like, no stupid lingerie and shit that so many actresses wear in porn. Just....you know, knickers to the side and your-you know..."
"Cunt. Bare, shaved cunt. Is that what you're trying to say?"
"Must admit I was a bit surprised, I imagined you might be a bit unkempt."
