The Lancaster Twins Pt. 13

"I think that's enough for today," Tommy remarked. "It's too hot to play any longer."

"Another excuse," she quipped, smiling at him. "That's okay. I'm used to it. You're so scared of me beating you."

"I'm doing you a favor by taking it easy on you and not insisting on embarrassing you further!"

She crawled over to him and kissed his lips. "You're all salty," she smiled.

"Yeah, I gotta have a shower. Right now," he said as he stood.

"Me first!" she yelled as she jumped up and ran toward the house.

"I called it," he laughed as he shoved her aside and ran into the house. He quickly ran up the steps with Katie on his heels.

He ran into his room and grabbed some underwear and shorts and then ran into the bathroom. Katie was already in there and was turning the shower on.

"Sorry, Cousin. Possession is nine-tenths of the law. Is that how that goes?" she smiled.

"I called it. Is nothing sacred to you, Katie? When someone calls it, you're morally obligated to let them have it," he explained as he leaned over and kissed her lips.

"No. I got here first and I'm going to shower first," she insisted, grabbing the hem of her sweat-soaked jersey, as if she were going to remove it.

"First one to get their clothes off gets first shower," he teased.

"That wouldn't be fair. I've got a lot more clothes on than you!"

"Okay, then take your top off and then we'll start," he grinned.

"Oh you don't want to dare me to do something, Tommy Boy!" she teased.

"I double DOG dare you, Katie!"

Before he could even get the words out of his mouth, she had skimmed her sweat-soaked jersey over her head. She had a sports bra on, but her cleavage still peeked out over the top. Her stomach was flat and her abs were well defined. The sports bra was, in no way, sexy or revealing, but it was still shocking to Tommy that his cousin had peeled her jersey off in his presence. And she looked great. She was sexy - of that there was no doubt. She was tall and slender and had curves in just the right places. His eyes noticed how tiny her waist was and how her figure was a perfect hourglass.

"Well?" she challenged.

"Well, you've technically still got a top on," he smiled.

"I've known guys like you," she teased. "You do anything to get a girl's top off."

"Does that mean I win? I get the shower first?" he smirked.

"Only if you get your clothes off before me!" she said.

"I see what you're doing, Lolly Pop..." he laughed.

"Lolly Pop?" she laughed. "That's a new one. I kinda like it, though," she smiled as she stepped toward him and pecked his lips. "I'm standing right here until you leave or take your shower," she smiled. "Try me."

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I don't want any of this stuff of you running to your Daddy and telling him that I flashed you."

"You think you have to worry about that?" she asked with no trace of a smile. "You think I would kiss you every chance I get and tell you I love you and then go tell on you? Really?"

"You win," he said, but took her face in his hands. "I love you, Katie," he said as tears came into his eyes. "I've never felt this way in my life. What are we doing?"

She put her arms around him and held him close to her. Her loins were buzzing with lust for him, but the emotion she had for him was even more overwhelming than her physical desire. "You know I feel the same way, Tommy. We're okay. Aren't we?" she gasped as a tear rolled down her cheek.

He brought his face around so he could kiss her. He kissed her sweet lips as tenderly as he could and she reciprocated. "Katie," he gasped. "I cannot get enough of you."

She pushed him away, her eyes filled with tears. "Get in your room and let me take my shower, Tommy Boy! We're too sweaty and tired to be talking about this."

After both cousins had showered and had lunch, they went up to Katie's room to listen to music. Katie liked to listen to her music that her grandfather had left there as well as the CD's that her father had collected from the time he was a boy. Tommy shared her love for the oldies and for classic alternative music.

"Want to hear my favorite all time song?" she asked.

"Absolutely. What it is it?"

She selected a Cranberries CD from her collection. "It's called 'Linger'," she told him. "It may or may not reflect how I am feeling right now." She tuned the stereo to the song. She lay down and closed her eyes. "Just lay back and listen, Tommy. This song always moves me."

They began listening. Tommy lay back and closed his eyes. Katie found his hand and they lay there with their hands clasped between them as the music and lyrics washed over them.

But I'm in so deep

You know I'm such a fool for you

You've got me wrapped around your finger...

The lilting voice of the female lead singer mesmerized Katie, even after she had heard the song dozens of times.

Tommy opened his eyes and looked over at Katie, whose eyes were full of tears.

"Tommy, I'm so scared. Hold me, please?" she whispered.

She moved over and allowed him to wrap his arms around her as she lay half on top of him, with her leg thrown over his body.

"What are you scared of, Lolly-Pop?" he whispered. "Of how you feel?"

She sniffled. "Yes. Do you feel like I do?" She looked up at his handsome face, her eyes still glittering with tears.

"I think so. I've never felt like this before. I don't care anymore that you're my cousin," he whispered.

"I am scared that something will happen that we can't be together," she admitted. "I don't mean that we are, you know...but I don't even think about anyone but you, ever. Am I a sicko?"

"I haven't thought about anyone but you since that first day you kicked my ass in basketball," he smiled, rationalizing that the incestuous relationship with his mother didn't count. "I feel like I'm going crazy when you're not around. If you're a sicko, then so am I."

She got on her knees, then lay prone on top of him. She gazed into his eyes. "I love you," she whispered. She kissed him tenderly. His hand went to her bottom and she moaned. She could feel his erection and moved her hips to let him know that she was aware of it.

He moved one hand to the back of her head as he kept the other on her ass. He drew her to him and kissed her mouth. Her breath was coming in short little gasps. When she opened her mouth, he stuck his tongue inside and she sucked it, savoring the taste of his mouth.

When he began fucking his tongue into her mouth, she sucked his tongue, then grasped his face with both hands and stuck her tongue as deep inside his mouth as she could. He eagerly sucked her tongue while he moved her ass with his hand against his tumescent cock. She had to know, he thought. She couldn't possibly be that naïve.

Suddenly they heard the sound of a car coming up the driveway. They got up and, after making sure they were presentable, went downstairs.

*****

Jackson was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of thunder. His first thought was of Katie. He knew she would be scared. What should he do? She probably wouldn't come downstairs and get in bed with him like she usually did. They had talked at length about how they couldn't behave the same way they had before Jennifer and Tommy were around. He couldn't stand the thought of his little girl being scared, even though she was very much a woman now. This wasn't something she could help. She was truly terrified of storms. He decided that he should go upstairs and check on her.

Katie had awakened before her father. She tried to manage her phobia of storms, but with every lightning flash or rumble of thunder, she became more and more fearful. Her first instinct was to go downstairs to her father, but she was afraid that he might chastise her or, worse, call her a baby. She just needed someone to put their arms around her. She would be okay. Tommy. Did she dare? What would he think? Would he understand?

She got up and quietly went into the bathroom, turning the light on. The door to his room was closed. She clicked on the night light and turned the main bathroom light out, then turned the knob to his room. She discovered that it was not locked, so she slowly opened it.

She could see that her cousin was asleep. She could hear his breathing. He was laying on his side, facing the bathroom. She sat on the edge of his bed and lay her hand on his arm. "Tommy," she whispered. She was wearing a cotton nightie that came down a few inches above her knees. Underneath was nothing but panties.

"Katie, what is it?" he whispered, startled.

"I'm scared of thunder," she told him, her voice shaking. "Can I lay in the bed with you? Daddy lets me when it storms."

"Well. Sure." He lifted the sheet and she could see that he wore nothing but boxers. Despite her phobia of the storm, her heart raced at the sight of his near-naked body. He scooted over and she got in bed with him and turned toward the bathroom, laying on her side.

"We knew somebody that got killed in a tornado when I was little," she whispered. "I can't help it. I get scared every time there's a storm. I'm a big baby."

"All of us are scared of something, Katie," he whispered. "Don't be ashamed of it."

She reached back until she found his hand. "I need your arm around me. I promise I'm not trying any funny business." She pulled his arm toward her; he scooted toward her a bit to accommodate her, but was careful not to let his crotch touch her.

"That's better," she said, already feeling less shaky. She placed his hand on her tummy, through her nightie, as she normally did with her father. It was very comforting. After a few minutes, despite the fact that the thunder and lightning continued, she began to feel drowsy.

Tommy couldn't help but become aroused at the fact that his sexy cousin was in bed with him. Just holding her hand was enough to make his cock hard, but she had placed his hand on her stomach. Her nightie was very soft, but her abdomen was as hard as a rock. She was in perfect shape, he knew. She was undoubtedly the sexiest and prettiest girl he had ever known. He could hear her breathing slow down and wondered if she was actually going to sleep in the bed with him. It was okay with him, though. Very okay. He already knew that he loved her and he liked the thought of comforting her.

Jackson very quietly came up the stairs and into his daughter's room. The night-light from the bathroom showed that she was not in her bed. Soundlessly he walked to the bathroom and looked in. Not there either. He could look straight through the bathroom into Tommy's room, however, because she had left the door open. He could see that both Tommy and his lovely daughter were in bed together. They appeared to be asleep, but from his vantage point it looked like Tommy had his arm around her.

What? He had been afraid of something like this! Were they having sex? Already? Surely not? Had Katie told Tommy about her phobia of storms and asked him to hold her? Had Tommy taken his place? Fierce jealousy coursed through his body but, as always happened when he heard of anything that smacked of incest, his cock began to harden. He knew, as much as he hated the thought of his daughter with anyone else, that it would be a huge turn-on to watch her. He tried to put it out of his mind. What should he do? Should he confront them now? What good would that do? No, he would go back downstairs. He would talk to Katie when he had the chance.

The next morning, after breakfast, Katie informed them that she had to buy some school supplies and that she and Tommy were going into town. Jennifer and Jackson found themselves alone at the farm for the first time since Jennifer and Tommy had moved to the farm. They sat at the table, drinking coffee.

"What's wrong, Jackson?" Jennifer smiled. "Don't try to tell me 'nothing'."

"You're aware that Katie has a phobia of storms, right?" he asked.

"Yes. That hasn't gotten any better?"

"Well, not much. She usually comes and gets in the bed with me when it thunders," he sighed. "So last night I was worried about her. I decided to go make sure she was okay..."

"And?" Jennifer asked as she detected that her brother was distraught.

"She was in bed with Tommy," he told her. "I think they were asleep, but still..."

"Shit. I was a little afraid of this," Jennifer admitted. "You can tell they're quite taken with each other. We've got to stop this right now."

"Doesn't this remind you of anything, Jen? What can we do about it? Do you think that anything would have been different between us if we hadn't both had bedrooms upstairs?"

Jennifer started sobbing. "We can't let them do what we did, Jack!"

"So, what do you propose? They're young, healthy, very attractive kids. If they really want to fuck, they're going to fuck. I don't condone it, either. And maybe nothing is happening - we don't know that it is," he said evenly.

"Jack, I need to tell you something and I'm afraid you're going to be very upset with me," she sobbed as tears rolled down her face.

"What is it?" he asked, worriedly.

She reached across the table and grasped his hand. "He's your son, Jack," she sobbed. "I've thought a million times that I would tell you..."

He gasped and stood up, staring down at his sister. "What? Do you know that for a fact, or are you just guessing?" Jackson whispered.

"I just know," she whispered. "He's like you, Jack. He looks like you, he acts like you...there's nothing about him that reminds me of Neal. He was born 9 months after I married, and you know that we were together just days before. Neal has never been able to get me pregnant..."

"I've wondered," he said quietly, as he sat back down.

"You mean you suspected it?" she sobbed.

"Yes. From the very first. You were right for not telling me. I would have tried to be more a part of his life, and that would have been suspicious. I thought that, perhaps, he just took after the Lancasters a lot more than Neal's family." He managed a smile.

Jennifer got up and found a tissue to blow her nose, then sat back down. "You always forgive me no matter what I do, Jack. I've done some terrible things."

"So what do we do now?" he asked. "Do they need to know that they're half-siblings? Not just cousins? Do you think that might make them rethink? I mean, we really don't know if anything is really going on, anyway."

"Can you imagine telling them that we had sex?" she grimaced.

"I suppose not. Where does that leave us, then? What can we do? Suddenly separate them?"

"We can move out," she offered.

"That wouldn't do it. Not if they are that attracted to each other. My opinion is that we just do what Mom and Dad did with us. They just allowed it to continue, whether they liked it or not, once they found out."

"I wish that our parents had never found out, Jack. I wish that nothing had ever happened between us and them. I wish that it had always been just you and me with nobody ever knowing. It was just, I don't know, better..."

"I totally agree with that, Jen. What if we just turn a blind eye to whatever we see? I mean, there's no way we can prevent it, if it's going to happen. It will just make for an awkward situation if we talk to them about it. Right?"

"I guess you're right. I wish we had not moved out here - but only for that reason. I love being here. I don't want you to think that I don't."

"Thank you for telling me about our son," he smiled. "I know it's been difficult keeping that secret. It's safe with me."

"He's OURS, Jack," she smiled, tears again glistening in her eyes. "There's never been a child born whose parents loved each other more than we did - and still do."

Jack smiled, but tears burned his eyes, too.

*****

Jackson and Katie drove into town to the grocery store the next day. He had told her, quietly, that he wanted to have a little time just to talk to her.

As they drove back, Jackson said, "So, Honey, did the thunder not wake you up the other night?"

"Yes. I got in bed with Tommy," she said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"You what?"

"He put his arm around me and I put his hand on my tummy, like I used to do with you, before..." she smiled. "You know. He didn't do anything, if that's what you're worried about. He's a complete gentleman."

"Well, I know that you seem pretty close to him. I was a little worried, especially since you're cousins," he admitted.

Katie laughed out loud. "Daddy! After what WE do, you're going to worry about me doing something with my cousin? Come on!"

"I know. I know. Believe me, I know. But he's exponentially more horny that a guy my age. Cousin or not, you know what he's thinking. I'm not saying he would try anything..." he said.

"I'm on the pill. We could have sex. Why would that be more wrong than the other time I did it? Why would having sex with him be any more wrong than what I've done with you?" she challenged.

"I don't want you to get hurt. And I don't want you two to get involved in something that has no future. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Daddy, I may as well tell you. I love him. I think he loves me. Whether it's wrong or not is not even a consideration. I don't care about social conventions. I'm a grown woman and if I want to have sex with my cousin, I will. I don't need you or anyone else telling me what I can do!" she said, angrily.

"No need to be angry, Katie. I can't tell you what you can or cannot do. I wish you wouldn't do this. I don't think it's a good idea. I won't condone it."

"So, suppose we do it, Daddy," she said, still miffed. "Are you going to make him move out, or throw me out, or disown me, or what? Are you going to be mad at me the rest of your life?"

"No, of course not. You have your own mind. We've done things that we should not have. I can't condemn you for anything you do. I hesitated to even bring this up, but we've been pretty open with each other in the past. I just want what's best for both of you."

"Well, we're not fucking, Daddy. Or making love. Whatever you want to call it. He may not even want to, and I'm not going to seduce him. It may not ever happen," she explained. "It's hard being that close to someone as good-looking and nice and smart and funny as he is, and not be attracted. Weren't you ever attracted to Aunt Jen? When you were teenagers? Did you never notice her or have curiosity about her?"

He sighed. "She was the prettiest girl I ever saw until you came along, Sweetie."

She giggled. "I bet you spied on her. Tried to see her naked. Maybe even tried to feel of her boobs! Daddy, are you blushing?"

"Let's get some ice cream, okay?" he asked.

*****

Jackson and Jennifer both had to start back to teaching before Katie and Tommy began their college classes. Jennifer had her office completely set up in town. She went in an hour or so later than Jackson, but also worked later. She was often not home before 6 PM, while Jackson was usually home by 4:30.

The cousins had the farm to themselves for nearly 3 weeks. Tommy devoted several hours a day to his online technical support job and sometimes had to talk people through technical issues over the phone. He made sure, however, that he had several hours a day to spend with Katie. He could do most of his job at any time of the day or night.

"Have you ever been to the back of the farm?" Katie asked after they had done the breakfast dishes.

"You mean back there where that little creek comes through? A few times, but it's been a few years. Uncle Jack and Dad and I walked back there a few years ago, I remember. I don't remember my Dad doing a lot of things with me," he mused.

"I think we should have a picnic," she smiled.

"Capital idea, Miss!" he grinned, attempting a British accent. He and Katie had become avid watchers of Downton Abbey reruns.

"I shall have the staff prepare some sandwiches, henceforth!" she laughed.