The Lancaster Twins
All characters are at least 18 years of age.
The twins Jennifer and Jackson Lancaster had just turned 18. They lived on a farm and had always been close - but, of 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 all the chores were 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 naturally 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 told him 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 entire 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 sometimes 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 breasts 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 and had told Jennifer that masturbation was normal and healthy and that, if she did it, 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, only a few days previously, 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, 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 hoped to have other occasions to spy on her well-hung father.
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 had reached near-adulthood, 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 sex education at school, too. But his sister was suddenly a goddess to him. He had always known she was pretty, but now she had developed. She wasn't flat-chested anymore. Her boobs were fairly large for an eighteen year old girl and he could not keep his eyes off of them. 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 makeup, 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 9 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.
