Chapter 4630 The Sexscapades Of The Lancaster Twins:>Ep87
- 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.