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In part 10 of this saga, Jennifer and her parents had a threesome while her twin brother, Jackson, was not at home. After it was all over, Jennifer began to have feelings of regret. She had never imagined her passions allowing her to do things of this nature. She longed for the days when she had naughty thoughts about her father when she saw him looking at her long legs or her proud young breasts. She longed for the days of innocence when her parents had no knowledge of what she and her beloved twin brother were doing.
Jennifer’s love for Jackson had not abated. If anything, it had grown. She wished with all her heart that she had never done anything sexual, at all, with anyone but him. She remembered, just a few months ago, when they argued about dating. Jackson had been so jealous when she kissed Josh, a guy that she had dated a few times. It seemed like a lifetime ago. In the last month, Jackson had had oral sex with their mother, Jennifer had had oral sex with their father, and then, yesterday, she had engaged in a threesome with her parents, in which her father had given her the most mind-blowing fucking she ever wanted. She was so sore now that she felt feverish and unwell. She had actually engaged in homosexual activity with her mother. She didn’t even want to remember it. She wanted to block it out of her mind. The worst thing, she now realized, was that in the heat of the moment she might do almost anything. She didn’t like that; that wasn’t her. She didn’t want to be that person.
Jackson had been working with their father all day. They had calves to castrate and, even though they were already herded up into the corral, it was time-consuming hard work. By the time they finished that afternoon they were both dog-tired and sore from being jostled around by the reluctant calves. They had both had their feet stepped on by the calves and had been repeatedly thrown against the side of the corral. This was just par for the course on a beef cattle farm.
Jennifer had helped her mother clean the house, but that afternoon had told her mother that she wasn’t feeling real well and was going to take a shower and a nap. In reality, she felt almost depressed. She couldn’t get what had happened in their family out of her mind. She knew there was no going back. You couldn’t put toothpaste back in the tube. She knew that there would be a time, probably soon, that she once again would have lustful thoughts about her father – and now it was just too easy to act on those thoughts. Then there was the issue of when and how to tell Jackson. Yes, she had told him everything she had ever done sexually up until yesterday. He had no clue what had gone on. She had to tell him, but she dreaded it. She wouldn’t dare try to keep that kind of a secret from him.
When Jackson, bone-weary and sore, managed to drag himself upstairs and into the shower, Jennifer heard him and, for once, hoped he wouldn’t come into her room. She just didn’t feel like talking. She was afraid she would start crying and would never stop. She didn’t think she could make him understand how she felt, even after she told him about what had happened between her parents and herself.
Jackson, on the other hand, had been thinking about his sister all day. He loved her more than anything or anybody. He enjoyed being with her even when sex was not on the menu. He was happy that they had reached a point in their relationship that they could actually be alone with each other and not feel obligated to have sex of some kind – although they almost always did! Sometimes they just held each other and talked. Sometimes they just lay in bed together, fully clothed, and talked. They hadn’t had a good conversation with her in a couple of days.
For as long as he could remember, they had wanted to be together practically all the time. He supposed it was because they were twins. There was some mystical connection that defied explanation. Sometimes they could anticipate each other’s thoughts. Sometimes one or the other of them would get a vibe that something was going on with the other one – and Jackson had that strange feeling today. Even though he had not seen his sister since breakfast, he had the feeling that something was not quite right. He was anxious to check on her, to make sure that everything was okay. It almost made him sick to think that something might be bothering his sister. He knew that he loved her more than he loved himself. He would gladly die for her. He knew that in his heart.
When he finished his shower, he threw on some athletic shorts. The twins had subtle, unspoken messages to each other, which they never really discussed. If he entered her room dressed only in a pair of briefs or boxers, that was a signal that he would like sex. If he wore shorts, that was a signal that he didn’t necessarily have that on his mind. He didn’t bother to put a shirt on. No matter what, he liked to be comfortable and his sister liked for him to go without a shirt.
The sun was going down and it was almost dark in Jennifer’s room as he entered. “Jen?” he whispered, illegal bahis wondering if she was awake.
“Hi,” she said, sweetly.
“What’s wrong, Jen?” he asked as he sat on the edge of her bed.
“I knew you would think something was wrong,” she muttered. “You always know when I’m blue. It’s so strange – this twin thing.”
Jackson laughed softly as he stroked her arm. “You mean that you had a feeling that I had a feeling that you were feeling blue?”
She smiled to herself. “Yeah, that’s what I mean. I knew you would say that, by the way.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“I don’t know if I can talk about it, Jackie. I just feel so emotional,” she told him, already feeling the tears stinging her eyes.
“You don’t have to. Can I hold you?”
Jennifer scooted over in the bed and lifted the covers so that he could get in with her. She wore a tee shirt and panties. The glimpse of his sister’s long legs and her panties was arousing, even as tired as he was. He lay on his side and she moved into his arms, so he could spoon her. He reached his arm around her and she kissed his hand.
“I love you, Jackie,” she whispered.
“Isn’t it nice that we don’t have to worry about Mom and Dad catching us anymore? If they came in here right now, they wouldn’t be surprised,” he observed.
“Don’t you wish it was back the way it was before?”
“Yes. Yes, I do. I wondered if you felt that way, Jen. In fact, I sensed that you did,” he said.
Then he realized that she was crying. At first she was crying softly and he could hear her sniffling, but then she was sobbing and gasping. She turned toward him and buried her face in his chest, weeping as if she had lost her best friend. Jackson, not knowing what to say, just held her and kissed her hair. He stroked her back and whispered that he loved her and that everything would be okay.
Eventually her sobs abated. “I’ve got to tell you something, Jackie,” he sniffled. “About yesterday. I’m so ashamed…”
Jennifer told him what had happened the day before. She told him that she was almost sick thinking about it. She asked him if he could ever forgive her. Then she cried again. Jackson was so shocked by some of the things she told him that he had no words. He didn’t trust himself to react until he had time alone to process this. He had learned to give himself time before he opened his mouth and made a bad situation worse. He had no doubt that his sister regretted what had happened, but he still felt all kinds of negative emotions. He felt anger, toward all three of them. He felt envy. He was disgusted by the behavior of all three of them. He couldn’t be judgmental, he thought. He had done some disgusting things himself. He recalled hearing the preacher say something like, “your dirt’s dirty; mine’s not.” That pretty much summed it up, he thought.
Long after she had finished talking, Jackson lay on his back, his sister’s head laying on the pillow next to him, her face pressed into his neck, her leg thrown over his body. His arm was around her.
“I know you’ll never hate me,” she whispered. “I just want us to get back to the way we were. I guess that’s impossible.”
“I have to process this, Jen. I almost wish you hadn’t told me, but if you had kept it a secret, that would be far worse. That’s a real conundrum, isn’t it?”
“I wouldn’t blame you for never wanting to make love to me again. I’m…tainted now. I gave away something that was yours,” she sobbed as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Oh, Baby…Jen, please? You’re breaking my heart, Baby,” he whispered as he felt the tears begin to come into his own eyes.
A few minutes later, Shana called them to supper. They ate, watched TV and went to bed. They didn’t speak of it again for that night, or all the next day. They didn’t enter each other’s rooms and only made small talk when they were together downstairs.
The day after that, Jackson and Tom were out working on the farm. Jennifer was folding some clothes and putting them away. Shana asked her to sit at the table for a few minutes.
“Honey, what is it? I can tell that both you and Jackson are not yourselves. Does this have anything to do with what happened the other day?” Shana asked.
“What do you think, Mother?” Jennifer asked angrily. “That has ruined everything!”
“No, Mom. Look, I know what Jackson and I have been doing is wrong. It’s wrong. It’s sinful…and…” she gasped, fighting tears. “But what we did…” she sobbed. “Mom, I can’t even think about it…”
Shana got up and stood behind her daughter, who had laid her head on the table, sobbing. Her entire upper body was heaving. “Jennifer, I don’t know what to say, except that you’re right. We can’t undo it, of course, but we can agree to never let it happen again.”
Jennifer sat up and, still sitting, held her mother around the waist. “Oh, Mama, it just makes me sick to think about it!” She looked up at her mother, tears coursing down her face. “It’s not that I don’t love you and Daddy or illegal bahis siteleri that…or that I didn’t like it…that’s what makes me sick…that I enjoyed it. It’s not right, Mama!”
Shana squatted down and took her daughter’s face in her hands. “You are precious, Jenny. I wish it had never happened, too. I’ve never done anything like that. I never will again. Your dad and I both feel bad about it, too.”
“You do?” Jennifer sniffled.
“Of course we do. Your father is the most moral man I’ve ever known. This is really hurting him – much more than it is me, I must admit. The best thing to do is just to never speak of it again. I don’t know what else to do.”
“I corrupted my own Daddy,” Jennifer sobbed. “I am so sorry, Mama. Daddy is such a good man!” She once again put her head on the table and sobbed.
“The Bible says that we are drawn away by our own lusts, and that leads to sin…” Shana whispered.
“James, chapter 1. I know,” Jennifer sobbed.
“My point is that you cannot blame yourself, Jennifer. We will all answer for what we have done; not what someone else did. We can’t blame our own actions on someone else.”
“Okay, Mama. I’m so sorry. I wanted to be a good girl all my life. I want to be a good woman.”
Shana pulled a chair up and sat. “Jennifer, listen to me. This was an awful thing that we did. But it’s behind us. We have to move on and do better. You make me want to be better, Honey. I assume you’ve told Jackson?”
Jennifer sat up and wiped her eyes with a napkin. “Yes, I told him everything. I will not ever keep secrets from him. Ever,” she sniffled.
“You’re so much like your Daddy,” Shana smiled. “He hates dishonesty more than anything. I’ve kept secrets from him, but I eventually told him most everything. Everything that mattered.”
“I think you’re both wonderful. I’m so blessed to have you as parents and role models. I think that’s why this is bothering me so badly. It’s like everything I ever believed in was just thrown out the window. Does that make sense?” Jennifer asked.
Shana nodded. “Of course it does. I’m very ashamed, Jennifer. So, is Jackson angry? I suppose he’s angry at all of us.”
“No. I don’t think he’s angry. Disappointed, I think. He told me he has to process it. He said it made him sick to think about it. That’s understandable, right?”
“Oh, Jennifer. Why did we let ourselves get caught up in that? I am so sorry if this has affected your relationship with him. I know…Jennifer, I know that you’re in love with him. And he’s in love with you. I just cannot bring myself to condemn that…not that it’s my duty to judge you, of course.”
“Yes, we’re in love. That’s not likely to ever change. I want to spend my life with him. As his wife,” she told her mother. “It feels good to say that our loud, even though I know in my heart that it cannot happen.”
“Nobody is ever going to understand that but us, Jennifer. I mean, this family. I can’t speak for Tom, but I totally understand it. How could you not be in love with each other? It would be strange if you weren’t!” she smiled.
Jennifer took her mother’s hand. “I love you, Mama.”
That weekend, Tom and Shana went out of town for a getaway. It had been several days since Jackson had told Jennifer that he had to process what she had told him. Since then, he had seemed distant, sometimes sullen. Jennifer’s heart ached. She was afraid that she had ruined their relationship, even though she knew that Jackson would never stop loving her. As she had told him, she was “tainted”. She felt as if she had given away a part of herself that had been pledged to Jackson, even though she had never said that in so many words.
She was sure that he would come to her bed that night, even if it weren’t for sex. They hadn’t talked in days. They just didn’t ever go that long without a long talk, baring their souls to each other. She ached for him, emotionally, intellectually, and physically. She thought she might go insane if he didn’t at least talk to her, but she was determined to give him his space.
Even though they ate supper together and then watched TV for a couple of hours, Jackson didn’t say much. He didn’t really say anything of a personal nature, or even talk about what he and their father had been doing out on the farm. He wasn’t unfriendly, but he wasn’t laughing at joking or engaging in conversation.
Jennifer had been reading a detective novel and decided that she would just go up to bed and read. If Jackson wanted to talk, he knew where she was. She wore a short nightie and panties that she knew he loved. Just in case.
She heard him trudge up the stairs a few minutes later and was disappointed when he didn’t come to her room. Then she heard him take a shower, and felt sure that he would at least come in and say good night, but he didn’t. She continued to read her novel, but she couldn’t think of anything but how much she missed her brother. Tears kept coming into her eyes. She finally got drowsy, turned her light out, and canlı bahis siteleri went to sleep.
She was awakened some time later. She could sense that someone was in the room. It had to be Jackson, of course. “Jackie?” she whispered.
“I’m here,” came the answer from the other side of the bed. “You didn’t know I was in here?”
“You scared the shit out of me! How did you get in bed with me without me knowing?” she asked as she playfully shoved him.
“I called your name several times when I came in. You were snoring!” he laughed.
“I do not snore!” she retorted.
“Oh, yes you do! Anyway, I decided that you wouldn’t mind if I just climbed in with you,” he told her.
Jennifer reached over to turn her bedside light on. “You missed me!” she smiled.
“Well, duh. Is that a surprise?”
“So, does this mean that you’re done processing?” she asked.
“Well. Yes and no. My brain hurts from thinking about it,” he admitted.
“Dad told me about the talk you had with Mom. He cried. I don’t remember seeing Dad cry before. He apologized to me. That made ME cry. Shit, Jennifer. Shit! It’s disgusting.”
“So you’re still upset with me?”
“I don’t know the word, Jen. That’s seems a bit strong. I don’t feel upset. I’m certainly not angry. I don’t know if disappointed is accurate, either. I just wish it hadn’t happened. That’s all,” he told her as he took her hand in his.
“That’s fair,” she said. “Do you believe that I love you, Jackie?”
He nodded. “Of course I know that. I love you more now than I ever have, Jen. How does this work? You do something that disappoints me – hurts me – and it just makes me love you more. That isn’t even logical. Love sucks!”
“That makes my heart ache that I hurt you, Jackson. But I know I did. Is there any way to ever make it up to you?” she begged.
“Fuck making it up to me, Jen!” he said sharply. “I’m going to disappoint you. I’m going to hurt you. I don’t PLAN to…but it’s going to happen,” he whispered. “That’s another thing about love. It hurts sometimes. The thing is, Baby, I know that you will forgive me and you’ll still love me, just like I still love you,” he said tenderly as he pulled her to him and kissed her lips.
Jennifer sat up and the covers fell from her upper body. The nightie was sheer; Jackson could see the swell of her breasts and could even make out the nipples. His cock immediately sprang to life, as if it were a coiled spring.
She straddled him and kissed his mouth, running her hands through his hair, snaking her tongue into his mouth. “Jackie, oh I missed you so badly,” she muttered in between kisses.
“Did you miss me as bad as you did that time I took that trip to Washington?” he grinned.
“Oh good grief. NO! I was literally SICK. That’s when I realized that I was in love with you!” she smiled, gazing into his eyes.
“Yeah, you practically raped me when I got home!” he teased.
“I did not!” she exclaimed as she grabbed a pillow and beat him over the head with it. “You couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”
“You were traipsing around without a bra. What was I supposed to do?” he laughed as he pushed her off of him and onto her back.
“Yeah, well, I kinda planned that part. I mean I knew you couldn’t resist. You still can’t!” she teased as she grasped the hem of her nightie and wrestled it over her head, revealing her delectable breasts to her brother’s gaze.
“Fuck, Jennifer! Every time I see them I’m amazed! There’s nobody on earth built as good as you!”
Jennifer giggled. “I know that’s not true, but I do believe that you think it’s true – and that’s all that matters to me!”
Jackson was straddled his sister’s waist, but he leaned over and kissed both of her nipples, in turn. Then he licked them both. Then he kissed her mouth, tenderly. “I love you, Baby,” he whispered.
“Get naked, Big Brother. Take care of your little sister!” she smiled, her eyes gleaming with desire.
Jackson stood and quickly removed his underwear as Jennifer watched. She lay there, her legs spread, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of sheer panties. She looked good enough to eat, but he needed her so badly that he thought he might have to skip that part this time.
“Take my panties off of me, Jackie. I love to be peeled!” she gasped.
Jackson grasped the elastic at the top of her panties and ripped her panties off of her. The tiny garment offered little resistance. He could see how wet her bald pussy lips were. She was so ready for him, so eager to fuck!
“Oh Baby, that was hot!” she moaned. “My big brother is getting all aggressive! Taking what he wants!” she whispered as he lay between her legs, his massive cock rubbing against her pussy slit.
“I’m going to take what belongs to me, Baby Sister,” he smiled arrogantly.
“Fuck, YES, Big Brother. Take what belongs to you, Baby. Conquer me!” she giggled.
“You seem to be surrendering without a fight, Little Sister. What’s that all about?”
“You already own it all, Big Brother. I am total yours, Baby. I will do anything for you,” she whispered as they began kissing. She could feel his throbbing shaft rubbing against her swollen clit. She couldn’t wait any longer. “Please fuck me!” she gasped.
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