The Lancaster Twins Pt. 14

The Lancaster Twins Part 14 – Epilogue

All characters are at least 18 years of age and all situations involve characters who are at least 18 years of age.

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Katie

After Daddy told me about Tommy being my brother, I knew that I eventually had to tell Tommy. It just wasn’t right to keep it from him. I wondered if he knew. Had Aunt Jen told him? Would I make a fool of myself by telling him? I was in love with Tommy. What was I to do? I didn’t choose to fall in love with my own half-brother. It was bad enough that I had fallen head over heels for my cousin.

Until Daddy had told me that Tommy was my brother, I had imagined being married to him. I wanted to have his babies, but I was aware of the higher rates of birth defects among babies born to parents who were closely related. I read a great deal about it. I had decided, even before Daddy told me about Tommy, that I didn’t want to risk that. I didn’t believe in abortion and I knew that if, while I was pregnant, they found that I was carrying a baby that would have a birth defect, that I would go ahead and have the baby. Of course I would love it and dedicate my life to its care. I still know, in my heart, that I would have done that. But there was no need for that risk. Still, I thought, we could be married. We didn’t have to have children — or we could adopt.

I decided that I would tell Tommy. So, one night, when nobody was around, we were sitting on the front porch swing and I just told him. He got very angry at his mother. I never saw him so angry, nor as emotional. He paced in the yard and on the porch and I couldn’t seem to think of anything to say to calm him down. He wanted to confront Aunt Jen, but I begged him not to do that — at least not when he was angry. I reminded him how much Daddy had always loved him and assured him that Daddy had not known that he was his father until recently. He finally calmed down and promised that he would wait at least a while before asking Aunt Jen about it.

I told Daddy that I had told Tommy and asked him if he would tell Aunt Jen that he now knew that Daddy was also his father. He agreed that he would. About a week later, they asked us to sit down around the kitchen table (we always have our most serious discussions there) for a talk. Aunt Jen started crying when she was trying to discuss it. My Dad didn’t put words in her mouth or try to help her out. He felt that it was her responsibility to tell Tommy. She finally told him how sorry she was to have kept such a secret from him and asked him to try to understand how embarrassing her secret was. By then, Tommy had already accepted it. He readily forgave her and they held each other for a long time. All of us cried.

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Tommy

I had fallen in love with my first cousin. If you saw her, you’d understand it. Believe me. She was the hottest girl I had ever seen in my life. Tall, blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and built like a brick shit house. Well, her tits weren’t real big, but wow, they were fucking perfect.

We started having sex. I’m not worth a shit at describing stuff like that, but let’s just say that it was the best I had ever had, even though I had fucked my own mother, and that was hard to beat. Katie loved it and she loved me. I know that it’s better when you love the girl you’re fucking. I had never been “in love” before, but it’s one of those things that you recognize when you experience it.

Now, before you get the idea that I am just shallow, let me tell you more about Katie. The girl is absolutely brilliant, a great athlete (she beat me in basketball sometimes and I’m all Conference for my college, so I’m not exaggerating), and had the second best sense of humor of anyone I ever met. If you know my Mom, you know who’s first! I’m just gonna say it. Katie was perfect. There’s was nothing about her that I didn’t like. She liked nearly exactly the same stuff I did. She was a bit of a nerd, like me. She liked to read, like me. She even enjoyed talking about literature and movies — like me! Fuck, I fell so hard for her. I’m a manly man, so it’s hard for me to admit that it still brings tears to my eyes when I think about how much I love her. But yeah, I fell in love with her and I’ve just fallen deeper and deeper every day since.

I haven’t even told you the best part, yet. When it comes right down to it, being pretty and smart and funny is not that important compared to having good character. I found out pretty quickly that Katie is as humble as anyone I ever met. She goes out of her way to help people and almost never will criticize anyone. She’s totally honest and empathetic. I wondered at first why I would sometimes catch her crying. Often it would be something she had read on Facebook about somebody she didn’t even know that was suffering in one way or another. I attributed it to the fact that her mother had died when she was a little girl. She remembered her mother’s illness and could identify with those who were going through similar things.

Not long after we started making love, Katie said she had something that she had to tell me — a big secret. I could tell that it must really be something huge by the way she was acting. All kinds of shit ran through my head. Was she pregnant? Was she sick? Was she on drugs? What? I have to admit that I was almost relieved when she told me that her father was MY father. Boy, that was a shock, because, well, you know what that means. Her father and my mother had done the deed. They were twins. Well, they still are, of course

My mother is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on in my life. (Except Katie, who is so perfect that she doesn’t even count.) Mom and I had started a sexual relationship shortly after she and my dad divorced. She is ultra hot and I had always fantasized about her. I look a lot like her twin brother, Jack, and because she had had such an intimate relationship, it was almost natural for her to fall into a similar relationship with me. Uncle Jack is a good looking guy, very handsome, very muscular and manly. So I could understand the attraction. I imagined that, if they were that good looking in their forties, that they must have really been attractive when they were young.

Still, it was hard to swallow that my “dad” wasn’t my DAD. A little part of me was a wee bit glad that the fucker wasn’t really related to me by blood because of the shitty way he had treated my mom. What an asshole. My mother is like a fucking angel and he cheated on her. Several times, with several different women. Fuck him. Good riddance. I just wish that I had known all along who my real dad was, and I was pissed off at Mom for not telling me.

Katie talked and talked to me that night about calming down and letting some time pass by before talking to Mom about it. She reminded me that it would have been really awkward for everyone if I had known all along. She insisted that I try to see it from Mom’s perspective. I was able to do that and, after considering the situation, decided that I was more than okay with it.

A few weeks later, Uncle Jack (my real dad) and Mom sat us down and Mom talked to me about it. She apologized like a thousand times and cried so much that my heart was breaking. I finally assured her that she was forgiven and that nothing would ever stop me from loving her.

The worst part of this whole situation was that I was in love with Katie before I ever found out that she was my half-sister. I even had fantasies of marrying her. I read shit online about close relatives having babies that had birth defects. I decided that we couldn’t run that risk. If it meant that we couldn’t be married, then so be it. Then, when I found out that we were half-siblings, I figured that we surely could never be a married couple.

I sure didn’t want to give up having sex with Katie, though. Looking back, I know that was a huge risk, but we were fucking like we were trying to set a world record. I kid you not — we sometimes did it 5 times a day. I don’t like to brag about things like this, but it doesn’t take me long to recover after I cum. And she was always horny. She hasn’t changed much — eat your heart out, guys!

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Jackson

My wife died when she was very young. I raised my precious daughter, Katie, mostly by myself, but with help with my mom and dad. They lived just a few miles away and, if there was any feminine stuff that needed to be discussed, Mom would talk to Katie about it. My twin sister, Jen, often talked to her on the phone as well.

I’ve had three women in my life that have stolen my heart. Katie, my daughter, Cathy, my wife, and Jen, my twin sister. It amazes me that I could feel so much deep, undying love for each of them. I don’t consider myself to be shallow, but all three of these women are amazingly beautiful. I speak of Cathy in the present tense, because that’s how I see her in my mind’s eye. I don’t think I ever met anyone who had such a naturally bright smile, and you rarely saw her when she wasn’t smiling. Even when she was dying and was in a great deal of pain, she would flash that smile. It was heart-breaking and it still hurts to think about it.

Let me tell you about Katie. Katie inherited her beauty from my wife and my mother. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is nearly 6 feet tall. She’s slender, but not skinny. She looks a lot like Jen, my twin sister, except that Jen is a brunette and her breasts are a bit bigger.

Here’s the part that shows my lack of character, but since this is a tell-all, I have to tell it. When we were teenagers, up until we were in our early 20’s, my twin sister, Jen, and I were having sex with each other. She was on birth control, but when she got engaged, she stopped taking it. Right before she got married we had “goodbye sex”. That’s on me. I begged her. She got pregnant and her son, Tommy, was born nine months later. I didn’t know that he was my son until he was grown. Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud of him and I love him, but he and my daughter fell in love with each other. Of course, that makes them half-siblings.