The Lancaster Twins Pt. 02

Everything was muddy. The rain was relentless. Bill told Shana that it was just too dangerous. Horses sometimes slipped in the mud -- riders were thrown and sometimes trampled. Adding to the danger was the fact that most of the competitors were men who had trained and ridden for decades -- and they were out to win. When the call for "running walk" came, their horses would be going full speed, the huge bodies of the horses potentially trampling anything that might be in their way. A fallen rider could be fatally injured.

Shana loved competing and was willing to ride, even though it was dangerous, in the mud and standing water. She begged her father to allow her to ride. She had her heart set on competing. In the end, Bill relented.

The horses were allowed into the ring, an oval area somewhat smaller than a football field. In larger venues, of course, the ring was much larger. The gate, at which the grooms stood, and where the horses were allowed into the ring, was about 3 feet tall, when closed. Grooms were only allowed into the ring if there was an equipment problem or, in some classes, to remove the saddles to allow the judges to inspect the horses more closely. Bill stood, anxiously, at the groom's gate.

The gate was opened, allowing the horses to start circling the ring. Once they were all in, the announcer instructed them to start the "flat walk". Shana detected that Star was a bit nervous. He always was when crowded. Even though he was a large horse, by now, some of the other horses were larger and it was intimidating to both horse and rider. Shana happened to be the only female in the class, along with about 15 men. They were whistling at her and calling her "little girl" and saying other demeaning things to her as she circled among them. It was still raining, but had slacked up. The ring, meant to be hard dirt, was nothing but mud with water standing in many places. Shana realized that it was, indeed, very dangerous and that the show probably should have been canceled.

The announcer suddenly said, "Let them go running walk now! Let them walk on!" The crowd rose to their feet, and cheers rang throughout the small arena. Shana smiled. She lived for this. Star was stepping high, his head nodding in time to the music being played over the speakers. This was what it was all about! Then Star was jostled by another horse, coming up from behind them. He slipped and Shana, not expecting it, was thrown over his head into the muddy track. She tried to get up, but her arm wouldn't work. Huge horses, flying around the track were headed toward her. They couldn't stop. It was too late. They would certainly trample her.

Out of nowhere Bill was pulling at his daughter, picking up her 125 pounds as if she was as light as a feather. He had seen Star slip and had immediately vaulted over the gate and ran onto the track. As he carried her, safely, across the track she saw that tears were coursing down his face. He had thought that he had lost her, his precious daughter, his only purpose in life. The other horses had stopped. Some grooms had gotten to Star, who was unhurt, but very scared. They had calmed him and were leading him out of the arena. The crowd, who had suddenly become deathly silent when she fell, exploded in applause when they realized that Shana was no longer in danger. The announcer praised God that "the little girl" was fine.

But she wasn't "fine". She was hurt. Shana was crying in pain. Several people had gathered around her. She kept telling them that her arm was hurt. She couldn't move it and the pain was horrible. A doctor was summoned from the stands and he decided that her shoulder was dislocated. He told her that he could snap it back into place, but that there would be severe pain. There was no hospital within 30 miles. They could call an ambulance, but it would take 30 minutes to even get there. Shana told him to go ahead and do it but, when he did, the pain was so unbearable that she passed out. Bill was beside himself. What could he do? The doctor continued to attend to her, however, and soon she was conscious again. She assured them that the pain had diminished and that she would be okay.

Shana was soaked to the skin and mud covered her from head to foot. She was shivering. The only change of clothing that she had brought was a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. They were in the truck, but when she got in the truck to change, she realize that she couldn't. Her injury wouldn't allow her to even raise her arm, although the pain was minimal as long as she left her arm hanging down at her side. Bill got Star loaded and got in the truck, turning the heat up as high as it would go. He knew that his little girl, his Shana, was hurting. She was cold and he didn't know what to do. He started the truck and drove out onto the road, in the general direction of home.

"Daddy, I've got to get this wet stuff off," she complained after a few miles. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a bother..."

"No, honey. I just don't know what to do. Do you want me to find a motel? I think I know where one is, in a few miles. We can get you a shower and warmed up. We can spend the night and take you to our clinic back home tomorrow."

"Yes. Please. That sounds good," she shivered.

The motel was cheap and dirty. A "no tell motel". Probably rented by the hour. Bill managed to get Shana into the room and told her to go into the bathroom and take a shower to get warmed up. He was soaked, himself, although not as thoroughly as his daughter. He had not even thought to bring a change of clothes, so when Shana went into the bathroom he took all of his clothes off, except his wet underpants, and sat on the bed, trying to get the heater to work.

"Daddy?" Shana yelled.

"What, Honey?" he asked, as he walked to the bathroom door.

"You're going to have to help me," came the reply. "I cannot even take my clothes off." Shana had never, purposely, displayed her body to her Dad, but she knew that this was an emergency. Her discomfort with the wet, muddy clothes and her hurt shoulder, far outweighed any false modesty she might have.

Bill opened the door, aware that his wet underpants were completely transparent. He knew that his daughter didn't need to see him this way, but there was no way around it. She needed help.

He went in and had her sit on the toilet as he unbuttoned her filthy, once-white, blouse, then helped her unbuckle her tight fitting riding breeches and pulled them down and off. She was then clad only in wet panties and a wet bra, which had, somehow also become mud-streaked. He tried not to look, but he couldn't help but notice how delightfully perfect his daughter's body was. He chastised himself as he turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature.

"Ok, honey, do you want me to go out while you shower?" he asked.

"Daddy, I'm not showering with my underwear on," she said apologetically. She put her hand on his head and said, "It's okay, Daddy. It's okay."

He unsnapped her bra and removed it, almost moaning when he viewed her large, perfect, unfettered breasts. He knew that she was well endowed and had idly wondered what they must look like, but he had not imagined that she had a body that would rival a model in what he termed a "girly magazine". But she certainly did and it was hard not to look. Her mother certainly never looked like that.

Then he grasped her panties and pulled them off of her, trying not to stare at her pussy, which, he noticed, was neatly trimmed. Her body was amazing, he thought, even while he fought with himself to not think about it.

Shana stepped into the shower, allowing it to rinse her body. "Daddy, I know you don't want to do this, but can you get some of this mud off of me?" She had already noticed that his cock was standing at half-mast. She realized that this was just a natural reaction and that her Daddy wasn't purposely viewing her as a sexual object. After all, she reasoned, he had no wife and no girlfriend. What was he to do?

Bill took the only wash cloth and rubbed soap on it, creating a lather. Trying to stay away from his daughter's most precious parts, he scrubbed at the mud on her. He washed her face, her neck, and her legs -- and then he washed her hair. As she closed her eyes for him to wash and then rinse her hair, he allowed himself to gaze at her breasts, the nipples erect, as if she were sexually aroused. He hated the thoughts that were going through his mind, but he knew that, eventually, he would allow himself to revisit this scene many times in his mind, as he stroked himself.

Bill dried her off with the one towel that had been provided, but had her to dry off the parts that he knew he should not touch. By now, Shana was used to him looking at her naked. In fact, a new thought had entered her mind. She liked it. She could clearly see that he was sexually aroused and she liked the feeling of having this power over her beloved Dad. She certainly wasn't going to do anything with her own father -- perish the thought -- but it made her feel good about herself and, hopefully, it was something that her sweet Daddy enjoyed, too.

As they returned to the room -- the room with ONE BED -- Bill told her that he didn't think anything was dry enough to put on. He told her to get under the covers and that he would sleep on top of the covers.

"No, Daddy," she said. "That's silly. It's not a big deal. Get under the covers with me."

Bill knew that this was a bad idea, but what could he do? His underwear was wet, though, so he got under the covers and removed his boxers and threw them over to where their other clothes were piled. He tried to scoot to one side of the bed so that he wouldn't touch her. He turned his back and tried to go to sleep, knowing that his completely naked, goddess-of-a-daughter, was not two feet away from him. His cock was completely engorged. He knew that nothing would make it go down unless he either masturbated or fell asleep. He certainly was not going to masturbate.

Bill did, indeed, fall asleep, but was awakened at around 3 AM with the sounds of his daughter, sobbing. He quickly turned over and asked her what was wrong.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she replied. "My shoulder is hurting so bad. I can't help it."

"Should we get up and drive to the ER right now?" he asked.

"No, no. I only want to go to my doctor. I'm okay. Can you hold me?"

Every fiber of his being cried, 'NO!', but he said, "sure, Honey."

He scooted over close to her, feeling her warm, naked body against his hip. She scooted over next to him, rolling toward him slightly, so that she was half on her back and half on her side. Her head rested at the juncture of his arm and chest. She reached her arm around him and he could feel her breast against his chest. His cock hardened again, rapidly.

Shana hadn't intended anything sexual, but when her breast was mashed up against his big, hairy, muscular, chest, she suddenly felt a wave of unbidden lust surge through her body. She had never even come close to having sex, but here she was, naked, next to the naked body of the one perfect man on all the earth -- her precious Daddy. Her nipples hardened and, despite the lingering pain in her shoulder, she felt her pussy getting wet. She wondered if her Daddy's cock was still hard.

After a great while, he began to snore lightly. Her hand, which had been alternately stroking his hairy chest and, even hairier, stomach, began to very, very slowly, search lower. She had to know! She had to feel of it! Then, there it was. Her Daddy's half-hardened cock. The cock that made her! How arousing was that?? It felt extremely thick. To her inexperienced hand, it felt like it was as big around as a soup can. How in the world could that ever go inside a woman's body?? Her fingers went lower, finding his scrotum. She liked looking at horse balls -- for some strange reason they turned her on. To her, they were a metaphor for virility and power. Her Dad's felt very large, and this turned her on even more. She thought how sexy it would be to kiss them or play with them and how delightful it would be to have his permission to do this all the time. She imagined how sexy it would be for them to sleep together naked all the time and to even do things -- sexual things -- with each other.

She moved her hand from her father's balls to her own wet pussy. Despite her pain, she was extremely horny. She began to finger herself and to touch her clit. She would pause to make sure Bill was still asleep, and then would proceed. She tentatively reached over to touch his cock again, finding it still half-hard, and then played with herself until her orgasm washed over her. She made no sound, but her breathing was so hard that she feared waking her father. He continued to sleep, however.

The next morning, Shana was feeling better. She could see her father watching her, surreptitiously, as she moved around the room. She was still, or course, completely naked. She found herself wanting him to look at her, even though she knew this was an evil impulse. He had covered himself as soon as possible after going to the bathroom, which disappointed her.

He had to help her dress. He, secretly and to his own dismay, enjoyed this immensely. This would probably be the only time he ever got to feast his eyes on his daughter's lovely assets, and he wanted to remember it perfectly. Her clothes were still damp, but they got them on and loaded up and went home.

Her injury wasn't major, but she had to wear a sling. Even though she could manage, with difficulty, on her own, she used the excuse for her Dad to help her dress and undress for several weeks.

******

Shana had sometimes imagined her Dad when she and her husband, Tom, made love. Tom didn't know this, of course. Her Dad was now in his early 60's, still virile and sexy in her eyes, but of course they had never had sexual relations. She had loved showing him her body, which she did in various ways, after that event, but they had never actually done anything sexual with each other.

Now she often thought of her son when she made love with Tom. She longed to "role-play". Tom could pretend to be Jackson at times. Then she would gladly pretend to be Jennifer, allowing him to imagine the pleasures of his own daughter's sensuous body. She didn't know how to broach the subject, but felt that their discussion of the previous evening might have cracked open the door just a tad. After all, if her husband openly admitted lusting after their daughter, how big of a step was there to role-playing that fantasy?

******

Meanwhile, the twins were walking on eggshells. Jennifer longed for Jackson. She was masturbating more frequently, imagining Jackson making love to her. She longed to just do something -- anything -- with him. They continued to kiss, as they said they would, but even that was infrequent and was usually just a peck. They had opportunities to go on their "walks", to their "special place", but both had agreed that it might be dangerous. Jackson, as much as he loved and cared for his sister, was on fire with lust for her. Now, if he saw her dressed for bed, obviously braless, and sometimes caught a glimpse of her panties under that ubiquitous tee shirt she slept in, lust gripped his entire being. He felt insane with lust for her. Now that he knew what sex was like with her, how her breasts tasted in his mouth, how her little pussy clasped his cock, how she eagerly asked him to cum inside her -- it was too much to bear. He felt like a drug addict. She was his drug and he was totally and irreversibly addicted to her. It had been almost a month, but it seemed much longer to him.

One morning, as he, as always, was thinking about his sister, he walked out the back door and saw her working in the garden. He stood there, admiring her sheer beauty, mourning for their "former" life when he could just invite her for a "walk" and knowing that he would at least get to touch her. Now he was almost afraid to even suggest such a thing. He was convinced that she was never going to put herself in a compromising situation with him again.

As she scoured the garden, weeding and looking for ripe vegetables, Jennifer was thinking, as always, of her beloved brother. She knew that he loved her and he had demonstrated that love by denying himself the pleasure that she had offered him. He knew she would feel guilty, and he didn't want that for her. That was pure love. She knew that both of their parents were away from the farm for several hours and that, in a "previous life", she and Jack would probably go on one of their infamous "walks". She wished she could go back in time, to that relatively innocent period in their lives.

Then she spotted Jackson. "Hey!" she yelled, brightly. "Get over here and help me, lazy bones."

He was dressed, as usual, in running shorts and a baseball shirt. She mused that he would probably take that shirt off if he began to get hot and sweaty. No harm in that, right? He walked into the garden, grabbing a hoe on the way.

"This corn need weeding? Or is it high enough not to need it anymore?" he asked.

"I wouldn't bother with that, but you can get rid of some of this Johnson Grass over here," she answered.

He walked over and began trying to dig out some of the stubborn weed. It could, and often did, choke out other plants. As she expected, he soon discarded the shirt. She stood back to admire his physique. She longed to touch him, to kiss his hard, tanned muscles. He wasn't as muscular as her father, but he was every bit a man and how she knew it! She chewed her bottom lip, allowing herself to thoroughly enjoy watching her handsome twin.

He stopped and looked at her with a quizzical look. "What? All of a sudden I'm doing all the work?"

She was dressed in short denim shorts (her mother had, predictably, made her throw the really short ones away) and a white tee shirt that was knotted so that her midriff was bare. 'She looks delicious', he thought.

She laughed, making that adorable giggly sound that delighted him so. "That's the idea, Big Brother! You have to take care of your little sister, you know."

"That's what she said," they both laughed, in unison.

'This is foolish,' he thought. Jackson returned his hoe to the fence. "Let's go for a walk, Baby Sister," he ordered. Enough of this. They had always been able to go to their special place, talk, and settle things. Why not now?

She regarded him. She knew she could not agree to this. She had to be the one, today, that was strong. She knew that nothing good could come of this. Besides, why couldn't they talk right here? Or sit at the kitchen table and drink some sweet tea and talk? Why did it have to be way in the back of the farm, back in the woods, in solitude? No, there was no reason to do that, and no way would she allow herself to get in that situation. No. No. No.

"Okay," she said, robotically.

The twins walked past the barn, down the path to the woods, held hands, and walked toward the steep hill. Both lost in thought, they said nothing. As they reached the summit of the hill, they stopped to admire the view. They saw the rolling countryside, their entire farm and some neighboring farms. It was beautiful, and they never tired of it.

Jackson brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. The look in her eyes melted his heart. He had no doubt that this woman, his twin sister, was in love with him. She didn't have to say it. She didn't have to show him. He could tell from looking into her deep, beautiful, brown eyes, that she adored him, as he adored her.

Jennifer gazed into her brother's eyes. How could she ever love another man like she loved him? Would there ever be a man that loved her as unconditionally and purely as he did? She could not imagine it. She knew that she was the most important thing in the world to him. He could not bear for her to hurt. He could not bear for her to suffer disappointment. She knew that he loved her more than he loved himself. She also knew that this was how marriage was supposed to be. The husband and the wife were supposed to love each other so much that they were willing to submit to each other -- to put the other partner's needs before their own. She knew she felt this way about Jackson and she knew that he felt that way about her. But they could never enjoy "marital bliss". No matter how much they loved each other, what they desired was forbidden.