All characters are at least 18 years old.
In part 10 of this saga, Jennifer and her parents had a threesome while her twin brother, Jackson, was not at home. Jennifer and her father had given each other oral sex, then Jennifer had watched as her dad and mother had sex. 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 had had oral sex with her dad and watched him have sex with their mother. Even though she had thoroughly enjoyed everything, she now 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 had actually asked her father to fuck her! 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. They might even do more -- they might actually fuck. After all, weren't they on the way to doing just that when Shana showed up, unexpectedly? 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. He 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, 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. "But at least we didn't do it. I mean... I asked him to and he was going to, but in the end we didn't. I'm glad we didn't, but I feel like I cheated on you anyway."
"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.
