The Lancaster Twins

If you haven't read Part 1 of this story, this episode may not make a lot of sense. All characters are at least 18. These stories have been on this site before. I've seen several comment that, "I know I've read this before." I took them down because some unscrupulous scumbag was stealing them and selling them on Amazon. Also, for reasons that are unclear, some guys were sending me threatening emails. If you like my stories, make a kind comment or send me an email. If you don't, just stay quiet. You're not paying me to write. I do it the way I want and I don't need your suggestions. I do hope you like the stories.

Jennifer slept fitfully. She dreamed about sex with Jackson, but upon awakening she was wracked with guilt. What had she done? She had never planned on such a thing. She knew that both of them had lost control of themselves. It was one thing to have pre-marital sex -- but she had done it with her brother. This was surely one of the worst sins one could commit. She needed to talk to Jackson; she had to make him understand that this could never happen again. They had played with fire and had been burned. Their passions had taken control. They had to stop putting themselves into situations that would tempt them. It was undeniable that they were physically attracted to each other. For her part, she knew she was in love with Jackson -- but that was no excuse. She thought he was also in love with her -- and she was thrilled -- but they had to get this situation under control. This was not only sinful and against every moral precept she had ever been taught, but it could also destroy their lives -- even if they were careful and she never got pregnant, they could endanger their marriages. She didn't want to make love with her husband and think about her brother!

Jackson dreamed about his sister. He couldn't believe that she had been eager to have sex with him. Some small part of him felt guilty, though. Did he take advantage of her? Did his former, improper, behavior toward his sister lead to this? He knew his sister. He knew she was going to feel guilty -- and he didn't blame her. Even though he wanted to have a physical relationship with her, he would never try to talk her into anything about which she might feel guilty. He realized that his love for her was so deep that he would always do what was best for her and deny himself, if need be. Still, his thoughts were dominated by how sexy his naked sister was. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined. He couldn't believe that any woman could appeal to him like she did. Her body was perfect and, even if it hadn't been, he would have still loved her with all his heart.

It was Sunday morning and, of course, the family would attend church. Jennifer appeared in a white, button-up blouse and a light blue skirt that came nearly to her knees.

Her mother saw her coming down the stairs. "Honey, you look lovely," she said, "but it wouldn't hurt to unbutton your top button and put a belt on. I know you are modest, and I love you for it, but you don't have to look frumpy."

Jennifer didn't comment, but went back upstairs. She soon appeared at the breakfast table having donned a slender belt and unbuttoned the top button to her blouse. Her shape was better defined and the slightest bit of cleavage was visible. Her mother smiled.

"Mom, I don't like men gawking at me," Jennifer said, grouchily.

"You look fine. They're going to look at you, anyway. You're prettier than anyone there. No need to look like you're Amish -- not that there's anything wrong with that!" she laughed.

Shana, Jennifer's mom, also dressed modestly, but wasn't afraid of showing a little cleavage. Unlike Jennifer, Shana quite enjoyed the attention from men. She had always been attractive and was used to men flirting with her and paying her compliments. She had never cheated on her husband, but saw no real harm in allowing men to enjoy her good looks. Her husband knew that she liked attention from other men and wasn't jealous. He knew she was true to him. He took pleasure in knowing that his wife was attractive to other men.

Shana was dressed in a white dress with large, blue polka dots. It fit her curves extremely well, without being exceptionally tight. It also showed a bit of cleavage. Shana had confidence in her looks without being overly conceited. She would never boast about her looks, but saw no reason to hide them. She had encouraged her beautiful daughter to be modest, but not ashamed that she was a natural beauty.

The preacher preached about "sins of the flesh". Jennifer felt overwhelmed with guilt and imagined that everyone could see it on her face. She had noticed people staring at her as she entered the church building, and could feel their eyes focused on her body, or at least that's what she imagined. This had always made her uncomfortable but, for some reason, today she felt almost a pride in her appearance. She was wrestling with her conscience over this and then, when the preacher started enumerating the many sexual sins in which men and women engaged, and which separated them from God, she felt horrible and couldn't wait to get home.

As the family was leaving, after Bible class, several people engaged them in conversation. Jennifer could see that men would glance at her body as they talked to them. To her horror, she found that she was enjoying the double-takes. What was happening to her? Was what she had done with her brother affecting her psyche? Had it changed her in some fundamental way? When one of her Dad's friends stared at her cleavage, she desperately wanted to button her blouse, all the way to her throat but, to her consternation, realized his covert glances gave her a small thrill. A forbidden thought crossed her mind, in which she had more buttons unbuttoned and proudly displayed her ample cleavage, as her mother sometimes did. She tried to think of something else.

The Lancasters almost always went out for lunch on Sundays. They went to a local, family restaurant. Jennifer didn't feel like eating, so ordered a salad. She noticed, several times, that Jackson was looking at her, but she didn't want to look into his eyes, and she certainly didn't feel like talking. She only spoke when someone asked her a question. Tom remarked that she hadn't been herself for about a week and asked if there was anything she needed to talk about. She passed it off as nothing, but felt as if she might cry.

Soon after getting home, Jackson knocked on her door and she asked him to come in. She was laying on her bed, dressed in an old tee shirt and cut off denim shorts. Jackson noticed, immediately, and to his disappointment, that she wore a bra. Still, her long, tanned, shapely legs were sexy and, as always, her lovely face made his heart race.

He sat on her bed and, taking her bare foot in his hands, began to rub it. "You okay, Jen?" he asked.

"No, Jackie," she sobbed as tears began to course down her face. "We have to talk this out." Jackson tried to hug her, but she wouldn't allow it.

"Don't cry, Jen," he whispered. "I can't stand to see you sad."

"Jackie, don't you feel guilty at all?" she said, through her tears.

"Yes, I do. Of course I do. I know it was wrong."

"We just cannot do that, ever again!" she said forcefully.

Jackson knew that she was saying all the right things but, still, this was disappointing. He was totally in love with her and his lust for her body, now that he had sampled the forbidden fruit, was almost out of control. "Okay. We won't. We crossed the line. I know." He looked into her face, tears still shining in her eyes. It broke his heart. His voice broke with emotion as he said, "I love you, Jen. This is totally my fault. I just couldn't...."

She was suddenly in his arms, her arms wrapped tightly around him, her tears flowing down her cheeks, her body shaking with emotion. "I love you, Jackie. I wanted to prove to you how much I love you. But we just... can't!" she said, as she pushed herself back to look into his face.

Then they were kissing. Both twins felt a tidal wave of emotion wash over them as they pressed their lips together. Jennifer licked at his lips, then their tongues wrestled with each other, surges of wonderful, forbidden lust beginning to course through their bodies once again. Jennifer moved her hand up his inner thigh and found his hard cock, squeezing it through his loose running shorts. She knew that she had lost control again and that soon she would allow him access to her naked body, to make love to her. Her pussy was aching for him -- having been filled with his wonderful manhood once, she now craved it, and she was already looking forward to that delicious stretching sensation when he entered her. She couldn't wait!

Suddenly Jackson stood. "No. We have to set some ground rules, Jen," he panted as his eyes roved over her body, her tee shirt pushed up over her tanned, flat belly, her long legs splayed in tacit permission. He knew he could have her. She wanted it. Or at least her body did -- but Jennifer, the real Jennifer, the woman he loved -- didn't want this. This wasn't her.

Though her body craved her brother, Jennifer was overjoyed that her brother had found the moral strength that she did not, at that moment, possess. She sat up, pulling her shirt down to cover her tummy. She smiled at him and knew at that moment that she loved him more than ever.

"What ground rules? I agree. But what? No kissing? What?" she asked.

He sat on the bed with her and took her hand in his. "I guess we can gradually decide, but obviously we don't need to tongue kiss," he laughed, nervously.

"Should I take notes?" she laughed, teasing him. She loved teasing him!

"You aren't helping," he said, trying to sound serious.

Jennifer tried to stop grinning at him. "Ok, no tongues! What else?"

"I don't know. Everything you do turns me on. I'm being serious."

Jennifer couldn't resist more teasing. She reached for her hairbrush and idly inserted it into her mouth, licking the very end of the handle. She smiled at him.

"Jen! THAT was the hottest thing I ever saw in my life... or ever hope to see!" He paused. "Yeah, add that to the list. No masturbating with a hairbrush in front of me." Then, "unless you want to, of course."

They both laughed, a good belly laugh that made them both feel better. "How about our walks?" Jennifer asked, seriously.

"I don't want to give up our walks, do you?" he asked.

"No, but maybe not like yesterday's walk. More like the ones before -- is that okay?"

"Yes. That's ok. Can we kiss? On the lips?"

Jennifer thought a minute, then leaned toward him and kissed his lips. "Looks like we can!" she replied, jubilantly.

The twin's discussion continued for quite some time and they both felt that they had gotten some issues resolved. Jennifer, though she still felt guilty, felt good that they had resolved to try to do the right thing. Jackson wondered if he could stick to the promise he made to himself to never do anything that would make his sister feel guilty later. His desire for her was stronger than ever.

Jackson was in a summer softball league and was gone 2 or 3 nights a week until midnight or even later. The games were played some 30 miles away and he sometimes went out with some of his friends after the games. He knew his parents didn't approve of any kind of drinking, but he often had a beer or two with his pals -- though he was very careful to avoid drinking when he felt a "buzz". His mother had smelled beer on his breath a few times and had serious discussions with him about it. He had been honest with her and had assured her that he never, ever had more than 2 beers. She still didn't like it much, but she told him just to be very careful and to think about who he was and that he represented them. Jackson took this advice to heart.

Jennifer had never thought anything of walking around the house half-dressed at home. The only time it had been an issue was when her mother warned her that she should watch what she wore around her brother. After that, she was careful not to flit around the house, dressed for bed, unless she put on a house coat. If Jackie wasn't home, however, she didn't pay any attention to this restriction. She didn't figure that her Dad would be affected by a glimpse of her panties peeking out from under her tee shirt or even notice the outline of her braless breasts.

One night, a couple of weeks after "the episode" with Jackson, he was at one of his softball games. Jennifer had the munchies and decided that some popcorn and some sweet tea would be nice. She came downstairs, dressed in her usual short tee shirt and skimpy panties, and found some micro wave popcorn. Her parents were in the living room, watching TV. Nearly the entire kitchen was visible from the living room, so Jennifer was making small talk with her parents as she prepared her snack. When she bent over to find a bowl for her popcorn, her tee shirt rode up, revealing her tiny panties. She got her snack and stood in the doorway to the living room, asking about the TV show. She wasn't aware that the light shone on her in such a way that the shirt was translucent, and revealed her curves in detail. She wished them goodnight, walked over and kissed them both, and went back upstairs.

Shana moved over closer to her husband on the couch and lay her hand on his crotch. "Enjoy that, did ya?"

"What are you talking about?" Tom said, defensively.

"Oh come on. I saw you looking." She smiled at him. "Do you think I care if you look?"

He looked at her, suspiciously. "Well, she shouldn't be wearing that kind of stuff around me. I'm a man. Men are gonna look."

Shana grasped his thick penis through his pants. "Oh you look all you want, Baby. No touching, though."

"You think I would touch her?" Tom replied.

"No! Of course not. I know what kind of a man you are, Tom. But, I'm just saying... whatever gets you revved up is good with me!" She leaned forward and kissed his lips. She loved him so much and she still desired him.

"So, let me get this straight," Tom said, looking his wife in the face. "If I get turned on looking at other gals, even -- her -- you don't care?"

"I'm okay with it. Seriously." She kissed him again. Then she grabbed the remote, turned off the TV, and led him to bed.

As they made love that night, Tom, not for the first time, imagined what it would be like to enjoy the delights of his young, ripe daughter. He had watched her develop for years and, recently, had begun to fantasize about her and to look for opportunities to watch her when she was unaware that he was around. The fact that his wife had given him permission to look at his daughter's near-perfect teenage body was almost too good to be true.

Shana had, secretly, always considered herself much more sexually adventurous and liberated than her husband. She had noticed her husband watching their daughter and knew that he must, as all men naturally did, find her attractive. She felt that their love life -- already good -- could be spiced up a bit by letting him know that it was perfectly okay with her for him to ogle their daughter.

After all, she had fantasized about their son, Jack. Jack loved to go without a shirt and she loved his hairless chest and six-pack abs that were so much like his father. A few weeks before, she was upstairs, in Jack's room, cleaning, when she heard the shower running and realized that she could stand behind his door and see into the bathroom through the crack at the hinge of the partially-closed door. The door to the shower was translucent, but when he slid the door back, there he was, in all his naked, grown-man, glory. 'Fuck! He's gorgeous!' she thought as she watched him dry off. She marveled at the size of his cock, which appeared to be almost as long, though not as thick as his Dad's. She stealthily left his room, locked the door to her bedroom, took out her dildo and fucked her horny pussy with it until she came. She imagined Jackson fucking her with his young, virile, cock. She let herself imagine that she would actually do this, as sinful as it was, if the opportunity presented itself.

Shana masturbated fairly often. She would wait until her husband was gone into town, usually, but sometimes she would do it if he were at the back of the farm, working. She didn't think it would be a huge deal if he caught her, but she preferred to keep it as her secret.

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If Tom and the kids were going to be gone for several hours, she would indulge herself by reliving an episode from her own youth, a year or so before she met Tom, when she was barely 18 and still living at home. She, like Jennifer, had been an extremely attractive and well-developed girl. Her mother had left her and her father when she was a freshman in high school. They lived on a farm and owned Tennessee Walking Horses. At that time it was a very lucrative business, especially if you had a horse that had won some shows. People would bring their mares to be bred by the stallion, and the fees were exorbitant. Shana's Dad, Bill, had obtained a stallion that was the offspring of a Grand Champion; he made a good living on just the stud fees from this stallion. He also boarded and trained horses. He had a thriving business and made a good bit of money, but he and Shana had a hard time getting all the work done. Shana worked hard, cleaning stalls, running the horses through their daily exercises, feeding them -- besides being responsible for having something to eat prepared for her and her Dad. She was far too busy for boys, even though they flocked around her.

Shana loved her Dad above all things. She adored him; in her eyes he could do no wrong. He was always good to her, gave her money for her work, and was always fair. He rarely criticized anything she did, and never berated her. He might correct her, but gently and lovingly. When she was 15 he bought a colt for her. Star. He was coal black with a "star" of white on his forehead. He was beautiful. Shana fed him, doctored him, and trained him. Bill bought her a riding outfit -- black breeches, white blouse, black boots, and various hats and helmets. She looked great when she wore them.

Tennessee Walking Horses have a special gait that is not common to any other breed. They have been bred, and trained, to bring their front feet up higher than other horses. The result is a smooth ride and a thrill to watch. In a show, the horses are put through three gaits -- the flat walk, the running walk, and the cantor. They are judged on appearance and how well they perform those gaits. The appearance of the rider is always a huge plus, as well. Most riders for 3 and 4 year old horses, the prime showing age, are men. There are classes for amateurs, however, and there are many woman who compete. When Shana showed up, tall, blonde, blue-eyed, most of the crowd, and judges, were looking more at her than at the horse, even though Star was a good horse, beautiful and well-trained.

"Horse show season" extends from the Spring through early Fall. In the South, many communities have small horse shows to raise money for various things. Shana loved these events. She and Bill would put Star in their horse trailer early on a Saturday morning, drive several hours to a small community, compete, and drive back home the same evening.

Shortly after Shana turned 18, they were scheduled to go to a show in a rural community about a hundred miles away. As they got closer to the event, it started raining. Bill remarked that the show might be canceled. As they got closer, the rain became heavier but, upon arriving, they were told that the show would continue. The arena was an old football field for a school that hadn't existed in decades. The only place to change into her equestrian attire was in a crowded restroom, that didn't even have any stalls - or she could change in the truck. She opted for the truck and Bill stood by to insure her privacy.