Hi, all. I plan on revamping some of my old stories and posting them, if y'all want them. If you don't, or I get more hate mail, or my stories show up on Amazon again, I'll shut it down.
All characters are at least 18 years old.
Daphne and Doug Johnson had just turned 18 in the summer of 1974. Unfortunately, their birthday had fallen at an inopportune time for a party, so their parents had promised them a party later in the summer. They had another year of school and were looking forward to all the special and fun activities of their senior year in high school. Although they were twins, they rarely had arguments or had any serious disagreements. Doug was very tall, 6-3, and slender. He had wanted to go out for basketball, but since their dad, Marvin, worked nights, he was needed at home, on the farm, to do chores, as was his twin sister.
Doug had brown hair, brown eyes, and was considered somewhat handsome by the girls at school. He was considered a nerd, however, and although he was friends with a great many girls, none of them were really interested in him as a boyfriend.
Daphne was tall, 5-9, and lanky. She was very pretty, although she was self-conscious of her height. She had shimmering blonde hair and blue eyes. Her classmates didn't see her as a nerd, although she was just as studious as her brother, and had actually read many more books. She was more popular with the boys, but, as yet, wasn't really interested in dating.
The twins had an older sister and an older brother, Renee and Robert; Renee was in grad school and Robert was a graduate assistant teacher. This left the twins with many farm chores when they got home from school. Their mother, Chrissy, was always busy cooking supper and tending to hundreds of household chores. Their dad worked in a factory from 4 PM to midnight. He sometimes didn't get home until 2 AM, then got up by 9 AM to do his farm work. Some weeks, the twins never saw him except on weekends.
Doug couldn't remember a time when he was not attracted to his sister. He knew that his feelings were not considered normal, so he was very careful not to let anyone know how attractive he thought she was. He felt a special connection to her because they were twins. They discussed, many times, how they could almost predict what the other was thinking.
And then there was that weird "sixth" sense they had about each other. One day Doug was working at the barn when a feeling came over him that something was wrong. He went directly to the house and told his mother that something had happened to Daphne. Daphne was visiting a friend, so Doug persuaded his mother to call to check on her. As it turned out, they were just about to call to tell them that Daphne had fallen and sprained her wrist. They had thought at first that it was broken.
Another time, Daphne got quite the opposite feeling about Doug. She smiled and told herself that something good had happened to Doug. A few minutes later she saw him in the school hallway and he informed her that he had gotten the highest grade in his math class for the entire year. "I knew something good had happened," Daphne smiled.
The twins' bedrooms were upstairs and they shared a "Jack and Jill" bathroom. They had shared a room, downstairs, until they were 13 years old. That was when their sister, Renee, had moved to college. It had worked out perfectly, because Chrissy was becoming very concerned about her twins, on the verge of puberty, sharing a bedroom.
Doug told himself that it was not right to be attracted to his own sister. His older sister, Renee, was a gorgeous girl with big breasts, good legs, and a small waist. Doug had certainly noticed that, but he was still very much more attracted to Daphne. He loved her long legs and pretty face. He thought her face was perfectly beautiful. When she smiled, her eyes crinkled. She was just so cute! Her hair, shoulder length, was a golden blonde that got even lighter in the summer sun. When it was summertime and the twins were outside a good bit, they both got very tan.
*****
One week, a couple of months after they turned 18, Doug went camping with a friend and his dad for almost a week. To his chagrin, there was just no place or opportunity for him to beat off, which he was in the habit of doing almost daily. They went swimming in a lake and there were lots of teenage girls and young women in bathing suits. Doug felt as if everyone could tell he had an erection, even though his swim trunks were quite baggy.
Daphne had spent the week doing both his and her chores, but Chrissy helped her some. Since it was really sunny that week, she found a secluded spot and sunbathed every day. After she came inside she would stand in front of the mirror naked, trying to imagine what a boy might think if he saw her this way. Since she already had a pretty good tan, by week's end she was tan all over -- she wondered what her parents would think if they knew that she sometimes sunbathed in the nude for short periods of time.
*****
Mr. and Mrs. Jones lived on the farm down the road from them. Since she had nobody to talk to or do anything with that week, Daphne walked over to spend some time with Mrs. Jones. She helped her pick peas and then they sat on the back porch and shelled them. Mrs. Jones told her about when she was growing up during the Depression. They were fascinating stories. She told Daphne that she grew up on that very farm and that, in one of the back fields, there was a spring. She told her that she and her siblings used to find arrowheads and various other implements that Indians had carved centuries before.
"Think there are any there now?" Daphne asked.
"Well, you're welcome to look. I don't guess anyone has really searched in that field in 30 years at least. We used to find a lot of them after a good rain. Think how many good rains there have been since I was a girl!" she laughed.
"Is it okay if we just go, or do we need to check with y'all first?"
"Oh, Honey, you can go back there any time. I'll tell Frank that if he sees you, you're just hunting arrowheads. Whatever you find, you can keep -- unless it's a chest of gold!" she cackled.
*****
Doug got home the next day. He was thinking all the way home that he would feign the need for a nap, go to his room, and jerk off. Maybe twice -- or even three times. His balls ached with his pent-up jism. He couldn't get it off of his mind.
When he got out of the car and started to go in the house, there was Daphne on the back porch, washing tomatoes. She was wearing a halter top and really short shorts. Her entire midriff was bare -- and very, very tan. His mouth dropped open as he noticed how very firm her stomach looked, how tan and shapely her long legs were and how her breasts seem to be gathered up in the halter top, just begging him to stare at them. He forced himself to look into her face -- was there a more beautiful girl on this planet? When did she go from being cute to being gorgeous? Her hair was so golden blonde that it almost looked platinum. Her eyes were shining blue. Her perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth, when she smiled at him, made his knees feel weak.
