I hope you're enjoying these stories as much as I enjoy writing them. Keep in mind that these are only fantasies. They aren't based on real people or real events. They come directly out of my perverted little mind. Also keep in mind that I'm not writing these stories for money or popularity. If you like my stories, I'm glad. You can even email me and talk to me about them if you wish. If you don't like them, move on. For those who like my stories, thank you, and I hope you enjoy. All characters are at least 18 years old.
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Jackson drove home that afternoon. The roads were clear, although the temperature continued to be unseasonably cold. His mind was filled with what had happened with his mother and the fact that he had revealed to her his relationship with Jennifer. He found himself driving too fast, wanting to get home and see his wonderful, sexy sister. He ran scenarios through his mind as to how he might talk to her about what had happened with their mother. He hadn't fully decided that he could tell her about it, but he hated keeping secrets from her.
Jennifer had received a text from Jackson that he was on the way home. She couldn't wait! She knew that they would be having sex as soon as they could manage to be alone. After what had happened with her father the last couple of days, her body was eager for a good fucking - and she knew that her brother would give it to her. She thought that afterwards she might talk to him about what had happened with their dad. She didn't want to, and wasn't sure that she could find the words, but she couldn't imagine maintaining the intimate relationship with her twin brother if she started keeping secrets. They had always told each other everything. They were closer in many ways than married couples, she thought.
Things would be different, she reflected. Her father now knew that the twins were having an intimate relationship. Jennifer knew that now, when she and Jackson were alone upstairs, her father would be wondering if they were having sex. And she would be wondering if her father was imagining what they were doing. This, somehow, excited her. To be fucking Jackson, knowing that her father was aware of it, was definitely a turn on. She wondered if there was some way that he could watch them. Would Jackson go along with that? She doubted it. She wondered if Tom would tell their mother. And what would she do? Would they try, in some way, to stop them? No, of course not. She and Jackson were adults. They could not be compelled to stop having sex.
Jennifer decided to go downstairs and get some lunch. She wondered if Tom was still out checking on the cows. It was a huge job to feed them when it snowed. She had told him that she would go with him and try to help, but he told her that he could manage. She had heard the tractor several times that morning and knew that Tom was carrying huge, round bales of hay out to the various pastures. She really hated not to be able to help and was the tiniest bit perturbed because she knew that, if Jackson were home, Tom would have insisted on Jackson helping. Jennifer was no weakling and was used to hard, manual labor. She didn't like the idea that Tom was giving her preferential treatment because she was a woman. But, she thought, she was getting to stay warm and comfortable. Her father was just being good to her.
As she got to the kitchen she looked out the window and saw Tom down near the barn trying to nail some metal sheeting back on a shed. She could see his frozen breath and, occasionally, he would stomp his feet in an effort to keep them warm. Her poor daddy was very cold, she knew. She should prepare him a warm lunch.
She set about warming some chili and making some cheese-toasts for both of them. She made a pot of coffee, then pulled her coat on, along with a pair of galoshes, and trudged down to the barn.
"Dad?"
"Honey, it's too cold for you to be out here. I've got this. Go back in," he yelled.
"I will. I made you some lunch. Come in and warm up!" she smiled.
She was so beautiful, he thought. She was his little girl, despite the fact that she was nearly six feet tall and was very much a full-grown woman. Her brown eyes glittered with happiness and her dark hair reflected the sunlight. Had there ever been a more gorgeous human being that his Jenny?
"I'm about done here, Jen. I'll be up in a bit. Keep it warm for me. Thank you, Sweetie!"
Jennifer made her way back to the house. She sat at the kitchen table and watched out the window until Tom started toward the house. She quickly prepared them both a bowl of steaming chili, got plates for the cheese-toasts, poured them both a cup of coffee, and got them both a glass of ice water.
Tom stomped the mud off of his boots, then removed them before coming in the house. When he entered the house he saw the meal prepared for them both. He quickly removed his coat and sat down at the table.
"Baby girl, this is great. You're just like your Mama, and that's a good thing! This looks delicious," he said as he started eating the chili.
"I couldn't stand to see you out there in the cold, Daddy. I wanted to warm you up," she smiled.
Tom thought that she could warm him up in any number of ways, but he didn't want to dwell on that right now. He was having guilt pangs from what they had done and was also worried about the revelation that this seemingly-innocent young girl was having sex with her twin brother. It was unbelievable. Everything that Tom had ever believed screamed that this was wrong, sinful, awful, an abomination. Nevertheless, thinking about it excited him tremendously. He had masturbated the previous evening, something that he rarely did. He was not thinking so much about what he and Jenny had done, but more about what she and her brother were doing. He knew he should not think this way, but as he was working that morning he kept wondering how he might somehow watch them engage in their incestuous, illicit union.
As Tom dug into his chili with great relish, Jennifer said, "Jackson's on the way home. He says the roads are clear."
Tom took a bite of his cheese-toast and wiped his mouth. "Oh, that's great. I know you're glad he's coming home..." he said, then added, "Of course I am too! I just wish your mother was with him."
"Yeah. I miss Mom. I know you do. And lunch would've been a lot better if she had cooked it," she laughed.
"No way!" he said. "You know I love chili, especially when it's cold outside. I can't imagine any lunch that would hit the spot better than this, Jen."
"I love doing things that please you, Daddy," she said, knowing that her words could be taken in more than one way.
Tom grinned as he took a sip of his coffee. "Whoa, that's mighty fine coffee there, girl! You please me very much, Jenny," he told her. "You always have. I'm very proud of you."
Jennifer knew that what she had told her father about her and Jackson must be on his mind. "Daddy, I know that I've done things that must really disappoint you."
Tom lay his spoon in his empty bowl. "I'm not disappointed, exactly. I'm not going to give my blessing to this thing - what you and I did or what you and your brother are doing. Let's be clear about that. But I understand it. I'm glad that we didn't..."
"But you wanted to, didn't you?" she whispered. Thinking about being naked with him was turning her on again.
Tom took another sip of coffee. "Of course I did. Do you have to ask? Wasn't it obvious?"
Jennifer smiled. "That makes me happy. I love to have your approval, Daddy. I need it!"
Tom couldn't stop himself. "Does Jackson approve of you, Jenny?" He had a mischievous smile on his face. "Does he like your body as much as I do?" Tom knew that he should not be saying such things, that he would regret them later, but he had such an insatiable curiosity that he just had to know more!
"Yes, Daddy. He approves," she grinned, aware that her father was very curious and turned on by what she and Jackson were doing. Why not tell him? "He loves my body and I love his!"
