Literotic asexstories – The Lancaster Twins Pt. 12 by katiekay316238,katiekay316238
Katie Lancaster examined herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. She had inherited her golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes from her mother. She was tall, 5-10, like her Aunt Jennifer, and had inherited her shapely body and long, athletic legs. Her breasts were a solid B-cup — not yet as big as Aunt Jen’s. Because she was a basketball player, she didn’t really want her boobs to get any bigger, fearing that they might inhibit her mobility and her jump-shot. Katie was proud of her body, though she didn’t really wear clothing that emphasized her curves. She had been taught by her father to wear modest clothing in public and to try to be humble, even though, he told her, that she was the most beautiful girl in the county. She believed that he really thought that and didn’t much care if anyone else did.
When her mom had died of cancer when Katie was 10 years old, they had moved out to the farm with her grandparents. Jack and his father had worked together until Tom felt that he was no longer up to it. They sold half of the farm, 100 acres, and all the cattle. Now Jack grew wheat and soybeans. He hired most of the work out to others, as he taught History at the high school, where Katie had attended.
Tom and Shana had bought a condo in town. Jack had feared that they, especially Tom, would miss the farm, but they had both started playing tennis and were involved in many other activities. They said they were having the time of their lives. They were only 20 miles away, so they visited often and Katie liked spending a lot of time with Shana. Shana had been, in effect, her mother since she was 8 years old when Katie’s mother, Cathy, was diagnosed with breast cancer. They had all been devastated, but now Katie could barely remember her mother anymore. She just remembered that she was beautiful and kind and always smiled, even when she was sick. She knew that her mother had loved her more than anything on earth. She still wept sometimes, wishing that her Mom could be with her.
Katie had been dating for a couple of years, ever since she turned 16. Now she was 18 and had just graduated from high school. She had learned how to perform oral sex with her first boyfriend, even though she didn’t even like him much. He had been insistent. She felt pressured and awkward, and wasn’t about to let him feel of her budding breasts or reach into her panties. She didn’t date him long. She talked to her grandmother, Shana, about it and admitted to her that she had done oral sex on a boy. Her grandmother advised her to avoid all sexual activity until she married — that was the ideal. However, she understood that situations came up and she wanted Katie to be prepared. She talked to her frankly about sex and advised her to get on birth control, just in case. Katie was quite sure that she wasn’t going to be having sexual intercourse, but she did as her grandmother advised.
About a year later, she had a more serious boyfriend, and at first didn’t allow him access to her body either, though he practically begged her. She did perform oral sex on him, though he never mentioned reciprocating it. She had learned to like it okay, but she refused to let him finish in her mouth. Then he talked her into letting him fuck her. He didn’t even try to take her bra off or play with her breasts. He just got her in the back seat, shoved it in and, a few seconds later shot off inside her. It was very painful and not the least bit arousing. There was nothing about the experience that she enjoyed and she didn’t even want to think about it. She had given her virginity for THAT? She was disgusted with herself. She wasn’t even turned on by seeing either of her boyfriend’s penises. They didn’t look as big as what she had expected. She assumed that their penises would grow and be bigger when they were grown men. Neither of them, she estimated, could have been longer than 6 inches and weren’t much bigger around than a finger.
Katie didn’t allow anything to come between her and basketball, and had hoped to get a scholarship to play at some college. She loved the game and felt that she was a good enough player that some team, somewhere, could use her. She had been disappointed, however. Two community colleges had told her that she could try to walk on, but didn’t offer a scholarship. She was now resigned to the fact that her basketball playing days were over.
Katie and Jackson had lived alone in the big farmhouse since Katie was 15. Katie’s bedroom was upstairs, in her Aunt Jennifer’s old bedroom. Aunt Jen still kidded that she was just letting Katie “borrow” it. Katie thought that her Aunt Jen was so funny, all the time. She loved her very much and hated that they lived some 200 miles apart.
Her body was already developed pretty well by the time her grandparents moved away. Her boobs were big enough that she never left the house without a bra. She was tall and lanky at that age. Her legs were still really skinny. In the intervening years, however, her legs had gained muscle from playing basketball, her breasts had gotten bigger, and her body was generally more toned. After her grandparents moved out, she no longer felt the need to be modest around the house. She felt totally comfortable around her father. She didn’t purposely walk around naked, but if he happened to be around when she was changing clothes, she didn’t care. She liked to think they had a special relationship; one that, because of circumstances, was even closer and more intimate than other fathers and daughters had.
Jackson saw characteristics of his wife, his mother, and his sister in his daughter. She was exceptionally pretty — maybe even as pretty as his mother, whom he considered to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen — even exceeding his gorgeous twin sister’s beauty – had been in her younger days. Her body was, at age 18, similar to that of his sister when she was that age. It certainly could not be any better than Jennifer’s had been. It still made his cock twitch to think about how hot his twin sister was at that age. She still was really shapely and beautiful, at age 42, but he couldn’t imagine anyone ever being as sexy as she had been when they had first started having sex, at age 18.
Katie enjoyed laying on the couch with her Daddy. He would put one arm around her and ‘spoon’ her as they watched TV. It was comforting. Sometimes it felt exciting because her Daddy was a big, strong, muscular man. He took care of her. She liked the idea that he was her man and hers alone. She often could feel his cock harden against her bottom. She could tell that he was much larger than either of her boyfriends, but just supposed that men were much larger than boys. She knew about erections and that they just sometimes happened. There didn’t have to be a sexual reason for them. She imagined, though, that since her father hadn’t been with a woman in many years, the closeness of a female probably gave him an erection. For some reason she could not have explained, the feeling of it against her bottom was strangely reassuring.
When they lay on the couch together, especially if she was on her period and wasn’t feeling real well, she would take her father’s big hand and put it under her shirt on her tummy. He always took her cue and gently rubbed it. It was so comforting to her. When she turned 18, if she was in the mood, she would place his hand on her breasts. She had tried to do that a few times before, but he always pulled his hand away as if it were scalded. It dawned on her, though he didn’t say it, that it was because of that random “age 18” thing. That seemed really silly to her. A birthday didn’t change a girl into a woman. After that magical birthday happened, however, her father was suddenly willing to touch her breasts, at her instigation. They didn’t discuss it, but she imagined that he had to know that it felt good to her. After all, she always prompted it. It wasn’t a big deal to her; it was just part of the special relationship she had with her daddy. He would gently massage them and stroke and tweak the nipples. Later, she would go upstairs and masturbate, wondering what it would be like for him to kiss and lick her nipples. No boy had ever even played with her breasts except on the outside of her clothing.
Tom and Shana had added a large guestroom, with a private bath, downstairs, when Katie and Jackson moved in with them. The only way to get to the new room was to go through the existing downstairs bedroom. They knew that this wasn’t ideal, but it was going to be a lot more expensive to do it any other way. After they moved away, Jackson moved downstairs to the master bedroom, but Katie opted to stay upstairs in Jennifer’s old room. She had the entire upstairs to herself, including the large upstairs bathroom that connected the two bedrooms. She, of course, had no idea of the shenanigans that had occurred in that bathroom, or in those two bedrooms a few years before her birth.
Katie was exceptionally phobic of thunderstorms. They had known a family whose home had been hit by a tornado. One of their children had been killed. This had occurred a couple of years after Cathy, her mother, had died. Jackson blamed those two major traumas on Katie’s phobia. When there was a thunderstorm or a tornado watch, even a hundred miles away, Katie slept in the guest bedroom, so she could be near her father. She even got in bed with him sometimes if the thunder was really loud. He would hold her as she trembled. It broke his heart that his little girl had lost her mother and was so well-acquainted with heartache and fear.
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