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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.
