Incest is a very dirty word to some, and to others it is a way of life. In this volume we will get to know several people who have experienced incest of one sort or another. Some of it is serious and shocking, and some of it is almost lighthearted and not quite consummated. But all of them reflect the desires and fears that beset the modern family. I think you will find that this is one of the more stimulating volumes in this series. When you have finished hearing the stories of these young beauties, as they tell of fucking and sucking brothers and fathers, you will no longer feel the same about any family. There is no doubt that the members of any healthy family at some time or another feel the urge to commit incest. Here are the stories of some who did. I hope you will find them as stimulating as I did when I first heard them from the patients. Perhaps when you have finished reading these you will take a different look at members of your own family. Perhaps you. will start watching that sister with the big tits and hairy cunt through different eyes than ever before.
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Diane P. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Diane is a lovely girl, tall and well-rounded. She is the cream of the crop among today's teenage women. I was really impressed with her when I met her. She had a charming personality as well as being physically ravishing. I just couldn't understand such beauty having as many problems as she had. But she certainly did have them. I could see that she was ill at ease when we began talking. I used every trick in the book to get her to open up to me. And at last she felt a little more at ease with me and could discuss her problem with me. I was ready to listen and hoped that I would be able to find a solution to her problem.
Well, Doctor, I don't know where to begin. What happened to me is rather strange, I have to say that right at the beginning. It horrifies me to think of what happened to me and to know that I'll have to live with what happened to me for the rest of my life. God, you just can't know what that does to me, Doctor, really. I'm a mess, a wreck. I don't know what to do with myself any more, I really don't. I feel so damned crazy, that's what I feel.
All right, I'll tell you what happened. I'll tell you all about it. I'll tell you all about the miserable thing that happened to me at the hands of somebody in my own family. Can you believe that? Can you believe that someone in my own family would do something as rotten as this to me? I don't ever bother anybody, Doctor, and that's the truth. I never bother a soul and I always try to be good and do my best and all of that. Sure I do. I'm friendly to people. I'm as friendly as I could possibly be. I don't ever do anything wrong at all, and certainly nothing to deserve the sick punishment that I received at the hands of one member of my own family. It was something entirely miserable, Doctor, I can tell you. It was something that I'll never forget as long as I live, never, do you hear me?
All right, all right, I'll control myself, Doctor, just give me a moment to get composed. Yes, I'll be all right, really I will. Just let me catch my breath and close my eyes and just clear my head for a moment or two and then I'll be all right. . Yes, that's better. Really, I think I'll be able to tell you the story all right. Yes, the whole story. Don't worry, Doctor, I won't hold anything back. But I must warn you that this will probably shock you. I suppose you've heard shocking things before, but this might be something stronger than anything you're used to. I don't know where I should begin when I tell you this. It's such a terrible story. Yes, it really is. I don't really know where I should begin. It's so hard when you're telling something like this. You think and you think and you still don't know what you might have done to deserve something like this happening to you.
I don't think that I deserved it, that much I can tell you. I never did anything really wrong to anybody in my entire life, and I'm not just saying that, I really believe it, you know. Yes, I really do believe that I never did any wrong to anybody. I've always been a good person and I don't fuck around. If I have an affair it has to be discreet and romantic. I don't believe in doing anything vulgar the way some people do. No, that sort of life is not for me. You would think that I would be the last person on earth who would get involved in something like this. The last possible person. But anyway, the fact of the matter is that it happened to me. Yes, it happened and there was nothing I could do about it once it happened. I was stuck. I was cursed with bad luck, that was the only way you could look at it. That was the only way I could look at it, anyway. I had to think that somewhere, at some time I did something wrong and was forced to pay the price for it. Life can't be so entirely arbitrary and pointless that someone can be punished in the way that I was punished and for no reason at all. No, there just had to be a reason, I decided. There had to be some reason why this happened to me. Maybe you'll be able to tell me that, Doctor. Maybe you can see something in my story that escapes me. I don't know if you can or you can't, but I guess that's what we're here to find out.
It makes me shudder when I think about it, when I let my mind wander back to those days not long ago and see that brother of mine waving his cock at me and threatening me, ready to hurt me like no one had ever hurt me before. Yes, he was some sort of lunatic, that brother of mine. I don't know what I did to deserve him. You would think that he was adopted, he was so completely different from me, his sister. While I don't have a mean bone in my body he doesn't seem to have a single good, decent bone in his. That's the sort of guy he is, anyway, and there's nothing on earth that I can do about that. But you'll see, Doctor. And then tell me when I finish my story if that brother of mine doesn't deserve to fry in Hell for what the guy did to me when I never did a thing to him in my entire life.
He ran away from home about a year ago and that was the last that we heard from him. We worried about him for a while and my mother was really upset, even though he had caused her lots of trouble from time to time. But it was like everything else, you get over it after a while, and a year was a long time, so that pretty soon we had forgotten about him almost completely.
Maybe my mother gave him a thought now and then but that was to be expected because she was his mother and I was just his sister and brothers and sisters aren't real sentimental when you're my age. We were always fighting and he always had one grudge against me or another, even though they were all in his imagination, I can assure you. The fact of the matter was that he didn't have any girlfriends when he was living at home with the rest of us and he must have gotten pretty hot under the collar lots of times. I mean, I didn't really think of him in those terms and lots of times he would happen to see me without any clothes on and I didn't really think about how it might be making him excited or anything like that. No, I didn't think of him as a sexual being at all.
I just thought of him as my younger brother. And he was not really that much younger, either, less than a year to be exact. But I was very mature, or so I thought, and I-figured that the things I was already interested in and excited by couldn't possibly be within his grasp. I guess I just kept thinking of him as my little brother, and that's all. I couldn't have imagined that every time he saw my pussy hair or my big tits or my big, round, wiggling ass, as I came out of my bedroom and walked down to the bathroom or if I left my bedroom door open sometime when I didn't even think about it and he might happen to come by my room while I was bent over and my ass cheeks would be spread open, with my little pink ass-hole and my hairy pink cunt spread wide for him to see inside, I couldn't conceive of the idea that it might all be giving him a hard-on and making him excited and lustful.
But I guess that was where I went wrong. But the point I'm trying to make Doctor, is that I was not trying to be a tease. You must understand that. I wasn't, I really wasn't trying to be any kind of tease. I just didn't even think of my brother in those terms. It was as natural for me to be naked in front of my brother or to go into the bathroom and piss in front of him as it would be for me to do those things in front of our pet dog.
I guess that must sound terrible, but I'm just being honest with you and trying to establish the fact that there was no self-consciousness involved in what I was doing, that I was not doing it to frustrate him and drive him crazy. It just turned out that that was what happened, if you're to believe him about it. Now I wish that I had acted differently.
But I didn't, and the harm was done, there was no doubt about that. It was done and what was done was done. I couldn't get that time back in order to act differently. I was stuck with what I had done. There was no getting around it. The damage was done and now the only thing left was to get the punishment that my brother obviously felt that I deserved. But I don't feel that I deserved it. No way do I believe that. I think that he was mean and vicious and he should be locked up for what he did. A person like that should not be walking the streets, and I hope that he gets put behind bars and he never gets out as long as he lives, that's what I hope. In fact, if I'm going to be this honest I might as well go all the way and tell you that I hope that he dies. If the authorities don't see fit to give him the electric chair or shoot him in front of a firing squad then I just hope that he gets killed in some other way, accidentally or struck by lightning or something that will put his mean, rotten life out of existence for good.
As I was saying, he had run away for a while. We had forgotten about him after some time had passed and that was that. I didn't really care if he ever came back. I guess you could say that I was that rotten about it. I worried about it only to the extent that I figured it would make my mother feel good if he did show up again. It wouldn't be such a lingering problem for her as I was sure it might be, at least to some degree. I mean, it had to be a burden to her not knowing if her only son had run away and hated her or if something had happened to him and perhaps he was sick or dead and needed help from her. It was that sense of not knowing and not being able to get any answers about the mysterious missing son that made it linger on for her, and that was the only part that I wished I could clear up for her.
Well, it got cleared up, but it certainly didn't happen the way my mother would have liked, I can tell you that much. No, indeed it did not. It became the worst nightmare that anyone could ever imagine. It happened and there was no stopping it once it started.
It began on a quiet day. You would never have thought that anything like this would happen on such a day, I can tell you that. It was a bright sunny, clear, beautiful day. The birds were all chirping and it seemed like there was nothing wrong anywhere in the world. It just goes to show you how wrong you can be about something, I guess. I was certainly wrong about that. It was not a beautiful day. It was the ugliest day in history. It was the day my brother returned.
I wanted to get a nice sun tan that day, because the sun was so bright and it was shining so hard. I went into the backyard and back to the garage where I took out a lawn chair to sit in. Then I set it up and took off my little cotton wrapper and sat down in my bikini to get the sun. The summer was just beginning and I wanted to be the first one on the block with a really nice sun tan. In fact, I was tempted to take off my bikini and get an all-over tan since there was no one in the house and our back yard is nicely secluded. As it turned out it's a good thing that I didn't strip naked back there. Then again, he ended up getting everything he wanted out of me so perhaps it didn't matter how much provocation
I gave him in the first place. He came there for one thing and that was what he got. There was simply no stopping him at that point. I could see in his eyes that he was going to get just what he wanted. He had come back a long way in order to get his satisfaction on me for all of the supposed wrongs that I had done to him. Now he had the perfect chance and he was seizing it boldly and violently.
I had my eyes closed when he came up to me. He moved very quietly so that I didn't even know he was there when he was standing right next to me. I can't be sure how long he was standing there. He must have been there a minute or two, though. I could imagine how he was standing there, staring down at me, watching my big tits heaving as I breathed, looking at the plump mound sticking out against the panties of my bikini, looking at the soft meat of my inner thighs, parted and glowing from the shine of the sun baking down on it and the suntan oil I had rubbed in there. I don't know what he did do that alerted me, but I'm sure that he did it on purpose to make me aware of his presence there. And then my eyes darted open. I was suddenly alert, my heart having skipped a beat as the noise and the idea that there was a strange presence standing near me while I was almost completely naked scared me terribly. I was all alone, you have to remember, and just as it was private enough for me to sunbathe nude if I wanted to, it was also private enough for some intruder to be able to get away with almost anything he wanted to get away with and not alert anyone to what he was doing.
I don't know why, but when I realized there was someone standing there, my mind immediately thought that it was a robber, a rapist, something along those lines, and that I was in danger. It's funny how a person can be so instantaneously afraid and paranoid at the first sign of something unknown. And in this case I was not really very wrong in thinking that I was in danger, because it turned out that I was, very much in danger.
My mother was away for the morning and she hadn't said when she was coming back. I was all alone there in that big house. Only I wasn't alone any more. There was someone there with me, someone who was acting strange and mysterious. Someone who was scaring me.
And then I looked up at the face of the person who startled me by their presence. And I saw that familiar face. It was looking a little different now. It was tougher, somehow. I couldn't quite explain it but it was. He looked much older. He looked both older than he did the last time I saw him, which was natural, and older than he actually was, which was not particularly natural.
I sighed deeply when I saw who it was. I had a hand against my tits, stilling my heart for the bit of pressure it had suddenly felt there. I took several deep breaths.
"My gosh, Johnny, it's you," I said with a sighing laugh. "You scared me so much when I opened my eyes and saw someone suddenly standing there next to me like that. Well, gee, this is a real surprise. You didn't tell anyone you were coming back home. How are you? Where have you been? We've all wondered and worried about you for so long. And here you are. Well, this is wonderful, uh, just wonderful," I said. "Glad to have you back home, Johnny. We've all missed you around here, especially Mom."
It was awkward speaking to him, I realized. Number one, I was caught totally off guard by seeing him there. That and the fact that I didn't know how to act to him. I was a little annoyed and fed up with him for what he did, running away like that with no word or anything, not letting us know if he was in trouble or if he was sick or something. And now he was showing up just out of nowhere. I didn't feel he deserved any warm welcome. Not from me, anyway. Especially since I was sure that he was going to get one from my mother, anyway, so why should I flatter him any more than that? And then again, the two of us hadn't gotten along really well in a while, even before he had gotten to the point where he had to run away. I don't say that we had any big arguments, but there was just this certain awkwardness between us, and now it was continuing now on his return to the house where we both grew up together.
He wasn't making it any easier by any means. He was just standing there staring down at me, making weird faces at me that made me squirm about on the chair. I've said before that while he was living with the rest of the family I had no problem about him, that I wasn't self-conscious around him at all and I allowed him to see my naked body plenty of times. But he had been away quite a while, and I wasn't used to having him around, and he looked quite different now, older and meaner, and it made me feel differently about being exposed in front of him.
I sat forward. I was uncomfortable with the way my tits were nearly fully exposed and the way my plump cunt mound was sticking out so brazenly. I sensed that his eyes kept returning to those spots on my body, and I saw him licking his lips and gulping several times. Now, probably for the first time in our lives together as brother and sister, I was aware of him as a person with sexual feelings just like most men that I came in contact with. He was no longer a child. He was a young man with a cock and balls and the same feelings that my boyfriends had when they saw me. And in fact as I was there looking at him, I could see a distinct movement in the crotch of his pants. It distracted me so that I was staring at it without even realizing that I was doing just that. I closed my eyes and cleared my throat nervously. This was not the sort of reunion that families were supposed to have, I could see that. There was something brooding and strange about this and I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong. The sexual aspect was one thing, but I didn't know if it was something to worry about or not. I certainly hoped not, but I couldn't be sure. My brother didn't give anything away, that was for sure. He just stood there and stared down at me with a sullen and rather blank expression on his handsome face. The only thing that was given away was his apparent excitement as he stood there looking down at my body inside my skimpy and tight white bikini. I had the straps down on the bra and had folded the panties down even further than they were supposed to be worn, and when I looked down at myself I saw that a few loose curls from my pussy bush were sticking above the waist of the panties. He had undoubtedly spotted that already and it made me nervous. What was going on here? It was like the Eve eating the apple story all over again. Suddenly, after he had been gone so long and returned with such a different attitude I knew shame in front of my own brother. It was something that had definitely never been there before but it was there now. I suddenly realized very strongly that I wanted to be covered up in front of him. I didn't want to be exposed in that way under his strange and brooding gaze. It made me tingle and brought goose bumps to my flesh that had not been there previously. I wanted to tell him to go away, that he had been away a year and that we didn't need him back there so why didn't he just go away again.
But then I realized that I was being possibly a little paranoiac and that it would be very mean to say something like that to my own brother just because he was not acting towards me in a particularly ebullient manner. It was selfish of me. I had no way of knowing what sort of pressures the boy was under, after all. I couldn't know if he was in trouble or not feeling well or what. I scolded myself for being so mean and selfish. It wasn't like me. Even if he wasn't being friendly towards me it was my duty to be friendly towards him. I knew that my mother would want it that way and that she would be very mad at me if I acted any differently towards him, anyway. "Have you come back to stay ... I hope." I hadn't meant that last, but it was part of my effort to act nice to him, as I felt I should, though I didn't really feel in my heart what I was saying to him just then. I was consciously forcing myself to say it to him.
He didn't say anything though, right then. He just kept staring at me and nodding his head up and down and working his tongue back and forth from one cheek to the other and back again. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that head of his. It had to be something pretty strange, I was almost sure of that. I realized then, looking at him with that blank look on his face, that I really didn't know that much about how my own brother thought. It wasn't the year that he had been away so much, because I also realized that I never really gave much thought to what he was like inside. I just took him for granted as my brother, a fixture in the house and that was that.
And then he spoke. And when he said what he said the words shot through me like they were made of electricity and shocking me as they ran up my spine and into my brain for analysis.
"I'm carrying a gun, sister dear. And if you don't lift up that pretty ass of yours and move it right into the house ahead of me, I'm gonna be forced to use it on you." His voice told me that this was not some childish game he was pulling or that he didn't mean what he was saying. I felt suddenly quite sure that he meant every word of it, as a matter-of-fact. "I'll shoot you right in that fucking fat cunt of yours, if you give me any trouble. I mean it, baby. So get up. Let me see you wiggle right into the house. Come on, you heard me. I don't have a lot of time and I want to get started on this right now, so start moving it, do you hear me? Move it!"
I heard him all right, but it was taking some amount of time for his words to sink into my head. I couldn't believe that I had heard him right, though every part of me knew that I had. This was my brother, and he was a changed person. He was suddenly a vicious, foul-mouthed young man, and I was certainly afraid of him now that I saw this new side to his personality.
"Come on, quit stalling. Do what I say. Lift your body out of that chair and get into the house. Come on, I'm sick of waiting for you, do you understand me?"
I understood him, all right. There was no misunderstanding words of hate expressed as eloquently as he expressed those. The boy had some plan in mind and nothing could be done to sway him from what he was going to do. Of course, even then I was being a little naive. I could see that my brother had changed from the rather quiet and basically harmless sort he had been when he was living with us, and was now violent and mean and angry. But 'I still hadn't made the connection that this was all mainly sexually inspired. I was expecting him to take me into the house and show him where our valuables all were, in case he couldn't remember everything from when he was living with us. Yes, I thought he was there to rob the house and finance whatever sort of seedy life he had been living. I half-figured that he was a drug addict and had finally thought of his own family as-likely candidates for a robbery to help finance his situation.
No, I hadn't even given a thought that he was there not to rob the house but to rape me. I mean, you'll have to admit Doctor, that one doesn't immediately figure that one's brother is going to rape one. It's the ultimate taboo, incest, isn't it? Well, you don't come across the ultimate of anything too often and I just wasn't prepared for this. I wasn't prepared for my brother to come back to the place where he grew up as some sort of maniac with a gun, threatening to do all sorts of things to me if I didn't cooperate with him.
I didn't know what to do just then, but I followed his orders. I knew I had better do that without giving him any trouble. I believed his threats.
I believed that he would do everything that he said he would do. And he certainly proved to me that he was not joking when he said any of it.
I stopped the girl at this intriguing point in her story and asked her to pick up from there when she returned. She was quite willing to do this and we parted. I certainly was anxious for her to return and tell me the details of her dishonor at the hands of her own brother. It was one of the most horrendous stories I had heard.
INTERVIEW TWO
She came in for an early appointment later that same week. Once I had regained her confidence with a little small talk, she was ready to continue her story. This would be the most important part of her tale and would obviously be the most difficult to discuss. I waited till she was quite ready and then asked her to proceed.
I got up and started walking. I felt very self-conscious wearing only that very brief bikini I had on. I could feel his eyes burning into the firm, wide, round cheeks of my ass as I moved. I was well aware of the fact that my ass wiggles out far when I move, so I tried to keep this provocative movement down to a minimum. Now that I was becoming aware of the fact that he was after me sexually. I prayed for a blanket to drop down out of the sky and hide my near-nudity.
"Hey, what's the matter, sis, you worried about the way that big ass of yours is wiggling? Come on, don't stop it on my account. No way. I like it. That's one of the things I came back here to see. Only you've got too much clothes on now. We'll settle that soon."
Suddenly, I heard him rushing forward at me and knocking me down. I fell across the steps that led to the back door of our house. I nearly hit my face on the steps and would surely have knocked a couple of teeth out if I hadn't thrown my hands up at the right moment. I rolled over then and started to stand up. He came right up over me then and seemed to be helping me up.
I couldn't understand this bit of generosity on his part, but I should have known that it was only the prelude to something a lot more vicious as a matter-of-fact.
His hands moved down to my crotch and he cupped the plump mound there. I twisted back from him but I just couldn't get away from him. His grip was too solid.
I slapped at him and cried out for him to let go of me at once.
"You bastard, you bastard, what do you think that you're doing? You can't touch me like that. It's not right, it's not right, you're my own brother."
"Tough shit. I don't care about that. You've been putting me on for a long time and now I think that it's time for me to pay you back for some of that teasing, you bitch. You're gonna have to put out this time. No more of that wiggling your pussy around me and then expecting me to do nothing but breathe heavy and jerk off while I think about you."
"Oh, you rotten kid ... you can't talk to me like that, stop it, stop it at once, I say! I'm going to tell Mother the way you've been talking. She'll really give it to you when she gets home, I can assure you of that fact, young man."
"Oh yeah? She'll get some of the same treatment, don't you worry about that, sis. You'll get some and then she'll get some. It ought to work out just fine, let me tell you.
Oh yes, it will work out just fine. You're both going to get paid back for all that you've done to me. Yes, that's right, for what you've done to me. And don't think that you haven't done anything to me. You've done plenty. Yeah, especially you. You bitch, walking around and wiggling around without any clothes on, bending over in front of me so that I can see your cunt and your ass-hole and all of that blonde fur you grow down there, and then sitting on the toilet and pissing in front of me and shitting in front of me, doing all of that and pretending that I'm not even there, getting me all hard and with nothing to do about it except beat my own meat. Yeah, that's what you did to me and now I'm here to pay you back. And believe me, I will pay you back, baby. Yes, you'll see. I'm going to give back to you every fucking bit of what you gave me. I'll make up for all those frustrating nights when I used to see you like that and fantasize that you would let me touch you and play with you and fuck you."
"Oh God, you are horrible, horrible, do you hear me? That's what you are? You're a horrible person and I wish you had never come back here. This isn't your home any more!" I screamed at him.
"Don't you raise your voice to me, bitch. Things are going to be bad enough as they are for you, so don't make them any worse. I'm telling you for real not to mess with me."
He jammed his big hand down inside my panties and grabbed at my pussy. He pushed his fingers right into the tight, dry meat. I screamed and shuddered as I felt his jabbing, pushing fingers scratch and tear at the sensitive flesh of my pussy. He didn't seem to care a bit how violent he was being. And this was only the beginning of that sort of treatment.
We grappled together. He had gotten much stronger than I remembered him. In any case, I was really no match for him as we grappled and twisted about like that. His finger grabbed at my cunt. He scratched at the tender pink meat, pulling the curly pubic hairs out at the roots and making me wince and groan and shudder from what he was doing to me.
"Ha, ha, ha, nothing you can do now, is there? You stupid bitch, I knew I would get even with you one day for what you did to me all those years, showing that growing, sexy body of yours off like I didn't even exist, like I didn't have any feelings at all."
He grabbed at me and swung me around from side to side until I was dizzy from it. Then he slapped me across the face. It really stung when he did that. I saw red and felt dizzy and my eyes watered. And then he did it again and this time the pain stung more than ever. His hand went to my cunt again and he dug his nails into the flesh, ripping and pulling at it. He was really trying to hurt me and he was doing a good job of it.
"Owwwww," I cried out. "Stop it, stop it, let go of my cunt, you bastard ... God, what kind of brother are you, anyway, for God's sake!"
He started beating me and raping me with his fingers at the same time. He was jamming nearly his whole hand into my cunt, twisting and pushing it, but I couldn't concentrate much on the effect that was having since there was so much pain from the blows he was throwing at me. He growled at me and ripped my bikini bra right off of me. I was stunned by this and when I looked down at my naked, heaving titties in front of him I could feel myself blushing. This was really strange since I could remember letting my tits heave in front of my brother many times. But somehow this time it was different. Yes, it was definitely different this time.
He grabbed at my tits and pinched the nipples between two fingers. He pulled on them violently, digging his nails in and cutting the flesh. I screamed at him.
I knew that we were rather cut off, but I hoped that there might happen to be someone near enough to hear me scream. But he stopped me before I could go on with it for long.
"Help! Help!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could, and then got slapped for my troubles. I tried again but this time he hit me harder.
"Stop that, you stupid fucking bitch!" he screamed.
"No, no, don't hit me, don't hit me any more, I hate it, I hate what you're doing to me, do you understand that? I hate it!"
"You can hate it all you want, for all I care," my brother said to me.
"I hate you, too! Yes, my own brother, but I hate you. How could you do something like this to your own sister?"
"It's easy. You just have to put up with the sorts of things that I put up with. Seeing you prancing around in the nude, really rubbing it in so that it drives me crazy and yet I can't do anything at all about it."
"I'm sorry if you felt that way. I even apologize to you. But that doesn't justify what you're doing to me, it doesn't, do you hear me?"
"I'm not listening to you any more, bitch. I'm the one doing the talking now, and you better understand that, if you know what's good for you."
He slapped my face again and again, effectively blunting my screams. I struggled but I didn't seem to get anywhere with my struggling. He continued attacking my tits and my cunt, more and more and more all the time. There didn't seem to be any way to get away from him. He was all around me at once, or so it seemed.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it, you're driving me crazy, do you hear me? I can't stand this, I can't stand you treating me like this."
And now he tried to kiss me. I squirmed, but he slapped me hard and held my face rigid so that he could mash his mouth against mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I had a momentary desire to bite it off in my mouth, but I resisted. He was crazy enough now, doing what he was doing, and I was sure that that would make him even crazier and I would really have Hell to pay to him.
He dragged me into the house then and kicked me in the ass. He pulled some ropes out of his pants and waved them at me as I lay heaving and panting on the floor.
"I found some rope while you were out there sunbathing away. I'm all prepared to deal with you, baby, yes I am. My darling sister. You are going to get what's coming to you now, you better believe that you are."
He was going to tie me up. I could see that now and it really frightened me. I tried to get away but he grabbed me by the hair and jerked me back into position. He was like some wild animal going crazy with me. He slapped me across the face several times and then grabbed at my tits, squeezing them in his hand till I thought they might explode like a pair of ripe tomatoes.
He made me get on my knees and hold my hands out to him and he looped some of the rope around my wrists. I watched him methodically bind my hands so tight that it nearly stopped the blood from flowing. I tried not to make any more moans of horror and pain because I knew that would only get me more brutal treatment.
He kicked at my naked body. His eyes were gleaming and he had an evil grin on his lips. I couldn't believe that this was my quiet teenaged brother. He seemed so strange, so completely weird that I hardly knew what to think about him.
I felt ashamed, a feeling I couldn't really ever remember feeling before.
He leaned over me as I lay on my stomach with my hands tied up. He reached down to my naked ass and pinched the left cheek. I winced. His fingers crept down further, till he was scratching at the fur covering my cunt and ass-hole. He jabbed his rigid fingers in and out and scratched through the tender meat. I winced and shivered as his nails bit into the flesh. He twisted my cunt lips open and stuck his ringers deep inside, working them from side to side, pushing through the dry, tight opening and moving inside. I grunted and gasped, trying not to let it bother me. But there was a great deal of pain and it was very hard to ignore it, I can tell you that much.
Then he was behind me. I looked back over my shoulder at him. He was staring into my open crotch and smiling and rubbing at his cock. He nodded and began to draw his zipper down.
"Okay, baby, now you're going to get what I have to offer. Yes you are. I'm going to give you a free ride, baby. This will be something that you won't ever forget, let me tell you that. You are not ever going to forget what I do to you right now, baby. Come on now, don't be so tense. That won't get you anything, believe me it won't. No, I want you to relax and take it easy. I want you to take it easy. There's no sense in being all tensed-up and nervous because this is all inevitable. Do you hear me? It's inevitable, baby. Do you know what I'm talking about, baby? There's no need for you to be nervous. I think you're going to enjoy what I'm about to do to you. Yeah, come on, sis, don't try and lie there and tell me you've never done anything like this before. I don't believe it. With that body of yours and the way you like to toss it around all the time like that. Yeah, I know what you attract and I know what you do about it, so don't shit me, sister, don't shit me!"
He shouted the last words with such ferocity that I shuddered and wanted to throw up from what he did. I closed my eyes and wished, prayed that I could be transported somewhere else. But that obviously was not going to happen for me. Nothing would save me at this point. I was trapped like a rabbit and I was going to be skinned alive in one way or another by my maniacal brother. Yes, it was going to happen and I could not stop it.
He toyed with me some more. He touched my pussy and scratched at my ass-hole. I was beyond mere humiliation by this point. I was in a state of shock and horror that was bordering on catatonia. But something inside me willed me to keep on struggling, not to give in totally to his whims. That would be too much, total surrender, and I couldn't bear to totally surrender to this mad, vicious brother of mine who was intent on raping and humiliating me.
I couldn't believe that we had both grown up in the same household. We now seemed like two so totally different people. That was the big problem. If only he could have been a little more like me, sweet and forgiving. But he had lost whatever element of that he had in his nature in the time he had been away.
"Bastard, bastard, bastard," I kept mumbling at him. It was a funny and totally appropriate thing to say to him in a way. One could only speculate on his actual birthplace if he was going to act in so strange a way, in such a way that was so totally different from the way the rest of us in the family acted.
He was taking out his cock now. Through all of my hate for him there persisted an idle and undoubtedly perverse fascination for the act he was going to do and all the accompanying details. For whatever sick reason of my own, I wanted to see my brother's cock. I wanted to see what his throbbing member looked like. I had seen it before, of course. But that was a long time ago, before he had gone through puberty, and at that time it was only a little twig, no bigger than my littlest finger. But now I was sure he had grown a few inches since then, and I had, as I say, this burning desire to see what he was carrying there between his legs. Obviously he had something good and knew how to use it. At least that was what my fantasy of a rapist, even a teenaged rapist who is also one's brother, should be. I strained now as I sensed that his cock was out. I wanted to see that big thing and I twisted around to look at it. And then I saw it and it was wilder than my wildest dreams or fantasies of it rri ght have been. By far. My eyes bulged as I looked at it. And I couldn't stop looking at it. The thing was beautiful and enormous. It was throbbing away like crazy even then.
"Hey, baby, you like what you see there?" he said to me. "Huh? You like the look of your own brother's fat prick? Isn't it beautiful? I bet it looks a lot different than it did the last time you saw it, right, sister dear? Come on, tell me what you think of it, you fucking cunt!"
The way he growled out those foul words sent a chill up and down my spine. I could hardly stand to listen to him, but I couldn't stop looking at him. He was gorgeous. That cock of his seemed to stretch out for a foot or more. It was an incredible hunk of meat and I had a burning desire to touch it, to squeeze on it, to feel it between my teeth, and to feel it between my thighs. Yes, that was what I wanted, all right.
"You foul-mouthed creep!" I screamed at him, and even when I was pouring invective at him I still could not take my eyes off his throbbing donger. It was a sight like no other I had ever seen, or so it seemed to me at that particular moment. Yes, it really seemed like something special, like some wonder of the world. That was what it was, I thought. And it belonged to my brother.
The strangest thought of all came to me, and perhaps the most chilling. I realized that I was so turned on by what I was seeing that if circumstances had been different, more innocent or more playful, I might have been the one to initiate a little game of incest instead of my brother doing it. But in reality it was him doing it, and he was doing it under the worst of conditions, causing me pain and using brutality and pain and force to get out of me what he might have gotten with a smile, a twinkle of his blue eyes, and a throb of that beautiful cock.
"Don't call me names, baby, it will only be worse for you afterwards, you know that, don't you. It will only mean that you'll be punished even more severely, you get me?"
I didn't especially buy that tough guy act he was coming across with. If you saw his face, how babyish it still was, then you'd realize how incongruous his attempt to sound hardboiled could seem. But then again, that was about all that was laughable. Even if his voice, with its adolescent crack in it sometimes, didn't seem like the stuff of some tough monkey, his actions were certainly stern and hardboiled enough. Yes indeed. I'm sure that he had hung around with a few rowdies in whatever city he had been living in before he came to visit his family again. He was a different person than the one who had left us, that much was for certain.
"I'll call you worse than that, you pervert, you sick, twisted pervert!" I screamed at him, my eyes full of fire as I watched that big cock of his throb away like crazy. It was an enormous stick and I was sure that it would give almost any woman a great deal of pleasure if she could clutch it between her thighs. But how could any woman have pleasure if she was having that big prick forced upon her under the most horrendous of conditions. No, that could never be pleasurable, I was quite sure of that. And yet, how then could I explain the excited warmth I was feeling in my own exposed pussy? I was certainly feeling a degree of pleasure even as I trembled in horror.
"Ha, ha, ha, you think you can hurt me with those words, sis?" he said to me. "No, you can't touch me calling me things like that. But that doesn't hurt me a bit, when you talk to me like that. Oh, I don't mean to say you can't hurt me, because you hurt me real bad. But that's a while ago, yeah, and that hurt has healed up pretty good by now. That was how you hurt me when I was living at home and you were always playing the real cock-teaser. Yes, that's right, that's where you were at, baby, you sure were."
"I don't know what you're talking about. God, you must really be out of your mind to accuse me of these things that I can't imagine ever happening. How can you think such things of your own sister?"
I was looking back at him tensely, shivering and shuddering as he stood there behind me, his cock throbbing in his hand. It was quite an erotic sight, to be perfectly honest. I couldn't remember ever seeing anything quite as erotic, as a matter-of-fact. That cock of his seemed to grow a little bigger every time that I looked at it. I was ready to go insane from watching that thing grow. I closed my eyes to it now and tried to ignore it. I wanted to ignore it. But its effect was too strong for me in the agitated state that I was in right then. God, how I wished I was somewhere else, anywhere else.
He slapped my big round ass with the head of his cock. He used it just like it was a big, thick club that he was going to beat me with. It was crazy. It hurt. That gives you an idea of how big and heavy his cock actually was. It did feel like a club and it certainly looked like one. He slapped it against the palm of his hand again and again and nodded his head and smirked at me. He had it all planned out for me. He was going to give me what I had coming, that was for sure. He was going to get back at me for all of the wrongs that he thought I had perpetrated on him during the last few years.
Did he have a point? I don't know. He might have. But would that justify what he was doing? If I was a tease then it was basically a harmless sort of infliction on my victims. But what he was doing was for real. It was harmful, violent, vicious and unforgivable, especially when done to one's sister, as he was doing.
"Stop it, stop it, don't hit me with that, you fiend! God, what kind of person are you? You'd think that you were brought up in a home for pigs instead of in a home for respectable people like me!"
"Respectable? You? Don't make me laugh. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, you fucking moron. No, I've never heard anything quite as stupid as that. You don't qualify as respectable. Don't you know that? You are a tease, a filthy pricktease, that's all you are, and don't forget it."
He snarled at me like some sort of killer ape gone mad.
"Come on, I want to hear you say it. Come on, you say it now. Let me hear it from your own mouth. I want to hear you, do you understand what I'm saying to you? I fucking want to hear you!"
He pounded me with his cock again and again. It hurt me so I could imagine it must have smarted him a little to be using that sensitive organ in such a violent and brutal manner. It just swelled even thicker and the head got to be such a bright red hue that I thought it would explode.
"You bitch, I want to hear you say it, do you understand me? I want to hear you say it loud and clear, so let's go, let's go. No more fucking around. I want to hear you say it to me right here and now. Admit that you are a fucking prick-teaser! Admit it, or I'll beat the fucking shit out of you!"
And the way he said it convinced me that he meant it. He was already scaring the shit out of me. I felt my stomach turning to ice water and my sphincter was flexing wildly, as if ready to collapse entirely and unleash a stream of brown water from my quivering ass-hole.
"Don't try my patience, bitch, do what I say, and fucking do it now or else!" he cried at me. "Come on now, fucking come through with the word, sweetheart, or you'll get the consequences! The consequences, do you hear what I'm saying? Do you think that I'm playing some fucking game with you or what, sweetheart?"
He beat me with his cock some more, again and again without a single pause. His cock had to be in a kind of agony, but I was sure at the same time that it didn't compare with mine. I was in a frenzy, trembling and quivering all over, from head to toe. That was what was happening with me and I simply couldn't stop it. Nothing could stop what was happening to me. I was in a state bordering on hysteria. I don't think anything could have calmed me down outside of a full anesthetic. But he was not going to do anything to calm me. He was-only going to do what he could to drive me absolutely crazy with animal lust.
"So come on now, bitch!" he cried at me, slapping his big cock into my cunt. "Say what you are! Tell me what you know yourself to be! I want to hear it from your own fucking, sweet lips, do you understand me? This isn't a joke any more. Come on now, let's hear it! You know what I want to hear so say it ... say it, damn you, say what I want to hear or I'll give you such a fucking thrashing that you won't be able to see straight for weeks, if you live!"
"Oh God, you bastard, you dirty bastard, treating your own sister like this ... you ought to fry in Hell for treating me like this, that's what you ought to do!"
But my own furious temper was no match for his and he abused me some more and screamed at me and commanded me to say to him what he wanted to hear. I had no choice but to cooperate and say the phrase that he demanded.
"Yes, yes, all right, all right ... prick-teaser. Is that it? Now are you satisfied that I've said it, dammit all!"
"No, no, I'm not satisfied!" he screamed at me. "I'm not at all satisfied, you fucking bitch whore ... you ll say it so it means something, so that I think you know what you're saying. Come on, out with it, you fucked-up creepy cunt ... say those words that I want to hear and like I want to hear them."
I shuddered. I closed my eyes and as I did I felt the force of his throbbing cock hitting down on the flesh of my open cunt again. I swallowed hard. It was difficult as my mouth was very dry now.
"Come on, don't make me wait any more or get any madder, you stupid fucking twat! I'll kill you!"
I found my voice, or part of it. I moaned at him, "Yes, yes, I'm a dirty little prick-teaser, a fucking tease, a whore teaser, that's what I am, yes, yes, that's what I am, all right!"
"Ha, ha, ha, that's what I wanted to hear all right. Very good, baby, very good. Now that you've admitted it, there'll be no problem about me treating you just like one, right?" He laughed fiendishly.
He started smacking me with his cock some more. It was bobbing, half erect now. He laughed at me and moved up closer between my spread thighs. I turned my head to look at him again, but something made me turn back and look at him, and look at his cock as he held it near the tip, pointing it down at my open crotch.
"Here it comes, here it comes, oh you sweet, sweet sister of mine, all over that beautiful big ass of yours ... yeah, get ready because it's coming out right now, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
And then his cock started spraying a stream of urine over my ass and into the hair and meat of my cunt.
I shivered as the warm fluid poured across my crotch, some of it going right into my cunt and dribbling down into my bush. I squirmed and tried to move, but it was no use the way I was tied up.
More of his hot piss poured over me. I felt deep disgust. I felt filthy and degraded beyond anything I had ever known or feared. The thirty seconds that he pissed on me seemed like hours. Then, when he shook the last drops from his big cock, he moved up, sliding his hand in between my thighs, rubbing my crotch, making sure the piss was worked deep inside my cunt. He was a vicious maniac, that was obvious. I squirmed and moaned with disgust and discomfort.
Then I felt his cock against me. It was hard now. It throbbed against my buttocks. He laughed loudly and slapped his hand onto my left ass cheek. I felt him moving in, his prick forcing its way into my cunt. My pussy was lubricated slightly with his urine and he managed to slide in deeply without much trouble. Then he worked in and out, roughly, with a jerky, violent rhythm, as if he was not sure of what he was doing. I almost wondered if he had any idea of just what he was doing. It was certainly a strange thing he was trying to pull off, in any case.
"Bitch, bitch, fucking cunt," he kept mumbling as he worked his prick in and out of me again and again.
For all of the disgust I felt, I could not help but have a sexual response as the cock pounded at me. My pussy began to moisten around his thick shaft, and I uncontrollably twisted myself up, my cunt clutching and reaching for the cock as it drew back and then closing, squeezing against its throbbing length as it filled me again.
"Nnnnnnn, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh! My cunt, my cunt," I moaned wildly. He pounded at me. It felt hard and rough and yet wonderful. My body twisted around and up and down as he gave it to me.
As he fucked me now he reached across me, digging his nails into my sides, scraping long lines of red on the fat pouches of my titties. He fucked harder, faster, taking my breath away. I closed my eyes and tried to forget everything. That was the only way to get through this. I had to forget that he was my brother and that he was raping me, taking me sexually in violence. I had to put all of that out of my head and just pretend that it was all a game, that he was a friend of nine and that I liked him screwing me like that. Yes, that was what I had to pretend, if I could only get away with it. But I was very torn up inside and I didn't know what I could get away with. I didn't think I could convince myself of much, at any rate.
"Oh God," he moaned. "I'm gonna come, bitch, yes, yes, I'm gonna come ... oh fucking Jesus, I'm gonna come now ... wait for it, baby, take my hot scum up your pussy, yeah, yeah!'
He fucked in and out of me for another minute, faster and faster all the time, back and forth, ramming and slamming away like he was going out of his mind, faster and faster, back and forth, back and forth all the time. It didn't seem like it was ever going to end. I felt myself rising, higher and higher with every thrust of his throbbing prick. It rammed at me, back and forth, on and on, again and again, never stopping, never pausing now. He was going for the end now, for the big prize. I could hear him grunting and moaning as he pushed himself to finish this though the pressure was obviously building up higher and higher within him. He was not going to let it get-the better of him, however. He was going to chase it right to the last ounce of pleasure. He was a good fuck. I couldn't imagine where he had learned to fuck like that but the fact was that he was good at it and I was almost proud of him in a strange sort of way. He was fucking me, raping me, and I was almost proud of his prowess. Talk about your kinky perversions. I guess that takes the cake when you talk about that. But I didn't care by then. I was ready for just about anything.
"Come on, come, come, if you're going to then go ahead. I won't stop you dammit."
"Come! Fill my pussy with your come! You bastard!"
He fucked faster and faster, in and out of my quaking pussy. He jammed that hot dick into me and I thought I would die from the wonderful pressure of it. In and out, in and out, his dick speared me, and every time he did it I fell to pieces, turning into a ball of fire, hot, blazing pleasure shooting all through me. It was an incredible sensation that I was feeling at this point. I wanted it to go on and on, and it did, but I could tell that he had just about gone as far as he could and was about to fill my aching pussy with his seed. He burrowed into me, deep inside, twirling around and around, around and around, more and more all the time, and then he pulled back. The pressure was so great by now that when he pulled out like that I thought he was tearing my flesh inside-out. I groaned and shivered as he did it, and I thought that I would really start to burst as he did it to me. In and out, then he was fucking away, sticking that dick through me, jamming it through, again and again, harder and harder, faster, faster, back and forth, again and again without stopping. Now he had me. I could feel the pressure building, building, and then it was going to burst. I let out a scream of passion and closed my eyes and clung to him tightly, gripping him around his taut ass.
"Oh God, oh God!" I screamed. "I'm coming, I'm coming! Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck that cock into me, ohhhhhhhh, that's the way, that's the way ... ayyyyyyyy! Shoot your scum through me, my brother ... go ahead, do it to me, if that's what you want to do ... you bastard ... shoot your fucking come deep inside my hot pussy!"
I lifted my cunt up and tried to grab a hold of his ass. But he had me in such a position that any movement on my part was quite awkward, and finally I just gave in to the attack of his cock and let the pleasure burst all through me.
In and out, again and again, he stabbed me with his throbbing dick. And then I could feel that he was going to come. I don't know how I could have been so sure this time, when I had made the same mistake several times before, but this time. I could feel the juices boiling and starting to rise, not letting up this time, but rising, rising faster, higher all the time. And then I knew that I would feel them in the next instant, a load of hot juice shooting through me.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he screamed. "Yes, sister dear, take this load of my come, you fucking bitch!"
And then he slammed his cock deep inside me and churned it around and around. Back and forth, back and forth, and then once more deep inside. Now it was coming. It was shooting up all through him. The cock burned me. I could feel it. And then it was bursting out of him and shooting into my hot, quivering cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh God, fuck me fuck me, fuck me!" I found myself screaming at him. "Oh, you fucking bastard, yes, yes, yes, shoot that cock through me, shoot it, yes, yes, yes! Do it! Ayyyyyyyyy! Oh God, yes, yes, do it to me, do it to me, more, more, more! Ohhhhhhh! God, that's good, that's good, so hot, so fucking good! Ayyyyyyyyy!"
The sperm bubbled through me. I swore I could feel it in my stomach. It burned and burst all through me. There was more and more of it, burning, rising, bubbling, more and more, an incredible sensation.
"Well, sister dear," he said after he had finished coming and his sperm was drooling all through my insides. It was a liquid, fiery mess by now, and the hot come was drooling down my leg. It felt burning hot, bubbling over, rolling down. I thought I would feel it on my toes in a little while.
He heaved a few sighs before he could speak to me in any kind of clear voice.
"Well, sis, what did you think of that, huh? Is that what you were expecting, by any chance, or was it a little more than you were expecting? How about it, doll?" He laughed breathlessly.
He dragged his cock out of me and it fell against my ass. It was still slightly hard. It had only shrunk slightly after he finished coming. He was still breathing deeply all the while.
"Did you like that fucking, you bitch? Wasn't it good? Did you like the feel of my thick cock fucking through your hot pussy? Hm? Wasn't that good? I bet you didn't think that your fucking brother had it in him to fuck you like that."
He took a few more deep breaths and then exhaled sharply in frustration at my lack of interest in his ran tings.
"Shit, you better listen to me, yeah, you better listen good this time, that's all I can tell you, baby. You didn't listen to me before and this was what it got you. I'll give you more of this sort of treatment and you better believe that I will, sweetheart, yes I will."
"Oh, you bastard ... you bastard, to do something like that to me. Oh God, I hate you for doing that to me. I hate you. I would like to kill you for doing that to me!"
I was really mad. The fury I was feeling was starting to overwhelm me. Now that my excitement was dying down a little. I really thought I could kill him for doing something like that to me. Oh yes, I wanted to see my brother, my own flesh and blood, dead, dead as a doornail. That was what he deserved. What had I done to him, after all? Nothing. Not a thing, or at least that was the way I saw it. And I told him as much, in a frenzied tone of voice.
"Listen, you bitch, none of this would have happened to you if you hadn't acted like such a fucking tease all the time when I was living here with you. Don't you realize what you were doing? Huh? You know you did it on purpose. Shit, the way you would wiggle that big ass of yours all around the house, and let me see you naked. Well, I'm back and this time I'm seeing you naked and I'm enjoying it, you get me."
His fingers were rubbing at my ass. Now they dug into the flesh. I winced. The flesh there was soft, of course, but his nails bit down hard enough to make me really feel the pain from it. I groaned and shuddered as he pinched me like that. It was like being stabbed with a knife. He leaned over me and kissed me behind the ear. Then he stuck his tongue into my ear. It felt good, actually, and my body impulsively shuddered and tingled from the sensation. But I also thought it was a disgusting piece of business and it obviously was not meant as something done tenderly.
He broke away from me then and stood up. He looked at me thoughtfully for a few moments, then unbuckled his belt. I didn't know what he was going to do. I was in too much of a tizzy to figure out what he was going to do next. I should have figured, though, that it would be something pretty awful. What else could this bastard brother of mine be planning?
He had been wearing a thick leather belt and he swung it back and forth a few times now that he was letting it dangle in his hand. And now I realized what he was going to do to me. He looked at me and smiled and nodded his head up and down.
"I'm going to give you a little of this now. This will do a lot to repay you for all of the stuff that you did to me when we were living under the same roof not so long ago, baby doll."
And with that he swung the thick leather belt down, using it like a whip. The folded end snapped across my wide, fleshy buttocks with a loud crack and I gasped. A blinding pain shot through me for a moment and then subsided. He did it again almost immediately and then three times more. I didn't care how many times he did it, I wasn't going to get used to it, that was for sure. Each crack of his belt against my flesh seemed twice or three times as painful as the last time he did it. I could hardly stand such a treatment, but he was not about to stop it.
"God, oh God, stop it, stop it, that hurts, that hurts so bad, stop it, please! Ahhhhhh! You're hurting me, you're hurting me, do you understand that? Can't you have just a little human decency inside you! You are my brother, after all, no matter what you think I did to you!"
But I was screaming at deaf ears, apparently, for all the good it did me. He slammed the belt down harder. He swung his arm so hard it took his breath away. He started to groan in a fit of fury and hate, letting all his frustrations out, giving him added strength to rip and tear at my flesh as the sharp edges of that brass buckle at the end of the belt came slicing across the ripe, round cheeks of my bottom.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh, please, please, no, no, it hurts, it hurts, God, it hurts so bad, please stop, please stop, ohhhhhh, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to stop it, please, please stop it! Ohhhhhhhh!"
After a couple of more swings of his belt he did stop. He put his arm at his side, letting the belt dangle there.
"Well, all right, baby, if you really want me to stop now, I will. Gosh, that big, fat ass of yours is really a mess. I can't believe how bad it looks, all red and swollen. Nobody will want to feel or kiss that ass of yours for a while, until it gets all healed up. That's too bad. I guess I lost control of myself. Heh heh heh, that's too bad."
He threw the belt down and stepped away. I lay there whimpering, my eyes closed, trying to drown out the feelings of pain that shot through me, throbbing, swelling pain all over me and especially in my ass.
I forced myself to look at him. I thought it was better to keep an eye on him so that I wouldn't be surprised by anything he might pull on me all of a sudden. Now I knew that he was capable of just about anything.
He went to his windbreaker which he had taken off when we got inside the house. He took out a pack of cigarettes. That was something else new about him. He hadn't smoked when he had been living with the family. He had picked it up along with some of these much tougher habits I was now getting to see first-hand.
He lit a cigarette then. He smoked it for a few moments, watching me all the time. I wondered what was going on in his sick mind at that moment, but I guess I would have felt a lot better not knowing and not wanting to know. I would have felt best of all if I was completely away from any thought of him at all, as a matter-of-fact.
"I've got a little surprise for you now, sister," he said to me. "Yes, this is something you ought to like a lot. Well, maybe not. You might not like it at all, now that I think about it. But I hope that you do. Sure, I hope that this will be the very thing for you, sweetheart. Just hold on, I think this one will really make you think about the way you treated me."
And then he moved up towards me and smiled at me. He took another puff of his cigarette and looked at me hard. He had a sick smile on his face. I realized what he was going to do and, I started to twist and pull on my bindings. I wanted to get away from him so bad that I nearly knocked myself out straining against the bindings, wanting to get away from there.
"Ha, ha, ha, you can't get away, sister. No, you won't be able to get away from me, you stupid bitch. I'm going to do just what I want to do to you and now there's nothing you can say or do about that at all."
He held the cigarette he was smoking out. I looked at the lit end of it. I couldn't believe he would really do that to me but he certainly didn't look as though he was joking about it. Not at all.
He held the cigarette out and pressed it against one of my big, hanging tits. My breasts were already heaving because I was breathing so heavily. Now it practically leaped into the air as I sucked in a deep breath in anxious fear of what he was about to do to me. But he did it. He pressed that thing right against my tender tit flesh.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed. I screamed so loud that it hurt my own ear drums to hear it. "Oh God, God, you brute, you fucking brute, doing something like that to me ... you're horrible, horrible, do you hear me? You fucking bastard! You are a horrible person! Ohhhhhhhh! Jesus Christ, you are, you are!" I screamed and whimpered for a minute.
By then he had moved around to my ass and was going to use the lit end of that cigarette against me there. I could not stand to feel it. I closed my eyes and shuddered even before he touched my flesh. And then he did touch it and I shuddered more intensely, convulsing from head to toe as the fire burned into me.
"No, no, no, ohhhhhhhhhh! God, oh Jesus Christ, stop it, stop it, what are you doing to me, what are you doing to me, you bastard ... ohhhhhhhhh, you're inhuman, inhuman, you are, you are, damn your eyes!"
My cries of pain only made him laugh and jab the burning end of the cigarette between the cheeks of my ass.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Stop it, stop it, you bastard, you fucking bastard, ohhhhhhh! How I want to kill you, to kill you, do you hear what I'm saying to you, you fuck! You stupid, ignorant fuck! That's what you are, that's what you are, do you hear me? Ahhhhhhhh! Leave me alone, alone, don't do that to me any more, please, please, I'm begging you not to do it, I'm pleading with you, do you hear me!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I was going to pass out from it. The pain was just too much for me to bear and I didn't want to bear any more of it. I wanted to pass out. I tried to think of some way to make that happen. I held my breath and hoped that I could do it that way, but the pressure from the pain kept getting too strong and I had to let out the air after a few moments of it.
He was sticking that cigarette into me, sliding it between my ass cheeks and pressing right for my ass-hole. I couldn't believe this was happening. No, it wasn't possible that one person could be so cruel and that that person would turn out to be my own brother. It was just too much for me to believe.
I gagged and shook and wanted to vomit from the pain he was causing me as he rubbed the cigarette around against my open ass-hole. He was actually sticking it right inside me as he did that. It was too much. I wanted to do more than pass out. I actively wanted to die.
His fingers gripped inside between the cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing more of the hairy cunt within. Then he reached in with his cigarette and started poking it about. Curly pubic hairs fried and sizzled as he did that. I tried my best to make myself numb against the pain and the pressure that I was feeling as he played this sadistic game with me.
He walked away from me then. He gritted his teeth and groaned. He looked almost as if he was ashamed of what he had just done to me. I don't know if he was or not. But he moved away from me then. I squirmed, trying to see what he was doing, wanting to be ready for his next sadistic trick. But it never came. That was the end of it. My brother then slipped away without another word, leaving me tied up there. Not a word was said to me. He didn't apologize, but it seemed as if all the fight had, finally gone out of him. But it had just gotten into me. I was filled with fight and hate and every other sort of hostile emotion. And if I ever catch up with him hell see just what I can give him.
You tell me if I'm wrong living for revenge, Doctor, just tell me that!
CONCLUSION
I counseled the girl that to live only for revenge was a waste of time and energy. She should try and forget what her brother had done to her and live for the present. It was a horrible thing for her to have to go through a rape, and especially so if the rapist is a member of her own family. Usually this member of the family who takes a girl by force is the father, but it is not that unusual for a disturbed brother to do the same. And this was certainly one of those instances. I hope that I will be able to let the lovely girl live a happier life in the near future. Maybe in time she will start to forget.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Tammy D. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Tammy was a very disturbed young lady, and after I heard her story in full detail I could understand why she was in such a state. She had been through a lot for someone of such a tender age. No girl so pretty and charming and sweet should be put through an ordeal as horrible as the one she endured. She is one of those victims of parental incest. This is perhaps the worst sexual crime of all, in these circumstances, since so often the parent can hide behind a cloak of decency and the legal right to punish his child. It is only very recently that the. authorities have been instructed to pay any heed to the word of children when they speak out against their own parents, even if they are speaking out against something as brutal and illegal as an incestuous rape. It was felt that the child was liable to stretch the truth often enough and that this was much too serious a crime for any body of the law to take too seriously. And it is with an attitude like that one that we see so much of the activity described in this interview happening without any threat of punishment to the horrendously guilty party, namely the parent who decides he loves his daughter so much or lusts after her so much, one way or the other, that he must forcibly fuck her. Poor Tammy. She was obviously a very sweet and loving and normal child before all of this happened to her. I will let her get on with the sad saga in her own words, just as she told it to me not long ago.
Well, Doctor, I don't know how to tell all of this. It's a pretty disgusting story, when I think about it. It really makes me feel sick to think that this happened to me. I don't know what to do, what to say. I wish that it had never happened, that much is obvious. But it did happen. Yes, it happened and that's all there is to it. And I can never forget that it happened or live it down. I will have to live with these memories for the rest of my life.
Okay. So be it. I'm not the sort that can whine about something for month after month. I don't want to remember these things, Doctor, and I don't want to know that all of this happened. I would like very much to forget that any of it happened. So that's why I'm here. I want you to help me forget all about it. I don't know what you can do, exactly, but there must be something, don't you think? Can't you hypnotize me, maybe? That might do it. I would love for this whole part of my life just to become nothing but a blank. Yes, just a blank spot in my past that I could have no memory of at all.
All right, I'll tell you what happened. I'll tell you all about the way my father treated me and pretended that he actually loved me and cared about me. I will show you just how much that bastard cared about me. Just enough to want to fuck my pussy. Yes, that was what he really wanted, you know. That was all he wanted. He wanted a cunt to fuck, someone he could lord it over. Yes, that was all that my fucking father wanted out of me. He suddenly saw that I had grown into a nice, well-rounded woman right before his very eyes, and he wanted a piece of the action, the fucking bastard. A piece of the action. Yeah, that was what he wanted, all right. So I was going to give it to him. Yes I was. I didn't have anything to say on the matter. He just took it by force.
My mother was out of town at this time, the first time my father decided to give it to me. He and my mother weren't getting along at all well for a long time, and she must have really looked forward to taking that trip to Chicago for a convention. I got along good with my mother, of course, but she really needed that rest for the four days she would be away, and I had to go to school, so she didn't offer to take me along. She might not have liked my father any more, but I doubt very much that she would have suspected anything like what happened was going to take place. Then she would never have left me alone. She would never have left me anywhere near my father if she had known what he was going to do to me while she was away.
But she didn't know and I certainly didn't suspect that he would do something as crazy and ugly as this. I was growing more and more alienated by his behavior and I knew that he treated my mother badly and that she hated him now. At first this bothered me quite a lot. I was like a naive teenager at that point, not wanting to know that my parents could possibly be having a bad time of it. That would be awful. Kids wanted to think that their parents were as happy as could be. Divorce was ugly to a kid like me. It meant having only one parent. It meant your Mommy and Daddy hating each other and most-likely one of them hating me. I was against that, so I tried to have a blind eye towards all of their problems, even when they were screaming at each other. But I couldn't stay blind for good. It had to show after a while. It had to show that they were not getting along at all and that if I cared for my mother as much as I knew that I did, then I should be glad that she would want to get away from him. And, of course, wanting her to take me with her wherever she went when she got away from him. There was something about him that I just didn't like, though I was always on my best behavior when I was around him and tried to be a very polite and obedient child. I tried my best. He was my father, after all, even if he was becoming a rotten human being.
Now that I think back on it, it is entirely possible that one reason he was so hot to get me was because my mother had not been letting him have sex with her for a long time. He was middle-aged now, and he was so out of touch with going out and meeting people that he probably just didn't get laid for the longest period. So that when he finally turned to me, it was because of a variety of factors, and because of the great sexual frustration he was probably feeling. Somewhere in his mind I guess his subconscious told him that if he couldn't fuck his wife then he would have to fuck his daughter. In any case that was what he did. He fucked me.
It was, as I said, during this long weekend when my mother was out of town. My father went out a lot of nights and he came back drunk. He was mean and noisy, the worst of the fights between him and my mother usually occurred then. They would scream at each other and he would sometimes hit her and make her cry. I would be sitting up in ray bed in the dark, listening and worrying, and hoping that he wouldn't hurt my mother for real. But I was too shy and too scared to go out there and actually confront them on what they were doing. I felt that my father would really blow up if I stuck my nose in one of his arguments with his wife. He felt that kids had no rights, practically speaking. They were to be seen and not heard. That was what he said, and I knew that he meant it. So as much as it tore me up inside to hear them arguing and to hear that abuse that my mother was getting, I could never do anything about it. No, I was stuck listening to it and crying myself to sleep after they had finished and went to bed themselves.
I figured that usually it was just because my father got dizzy from drunkenness and passed out that the argument ended at all. I'm sure he would have loved to let it go on and on forever if there was no one there to stop it.
This night in question, the first night he attacked me, he came home drunk and found me in his bedroom. I had gone in there to find something. I was looking for an old picture of my mother and father when they were much younger. I had seen it a while ago and I was intrigued by her resemblance in those days to a movie star I had just seen in a late movie on television. I decided that I couldn't resist going and having a peek at the photograph again and seeing if it was just my imagination that saw the very striking resemblance or if it was really there. I checked one photo album that they kept in the closet but I couldn't see it in there. I must have really lost track of the time as I sat there in my parents' bedroom, on the floor, wearing only a bathrobe. I was looking at all of those old pictures, some of them of me when I was a baby. It was a real kick to see them. I hadn't looked through those photographs in such a long time.
Anyway, I put the album away when I realized that the picture I wanted was not in there. I knew that there were a lot of loose photos in one of the drawers of my father's dresser, but I couldn't remember which one. I looked through underwear and socks and shirts, and then I got down to a messy drawer at the bottom. There were a lot of scattered papers and folders and all sorts of miscellaneous junk like that lying down there. I did see a pile of photographs near the bottom of the junk and I pulled them out and looked all through them. I did find the one I was looking for after a short search. I looked at it for a minute and realized that there wasn't as much resemblance as I had originally thought there was. I shrugged and started putting the photos back in the spot where I found them, though I was sure that they were not put in any special place in that heap of junk. I was lifting things up to slide the photos into place when I saw something that caught my eye. It was another photograph, but one very different from the family snapshots I had been glancing through. This one was dirty. Yes, it was dirty. You couldn't just call it sexy. It was a picture of a man sticking his tongue into a woman's ass-hole. She was lying on her back with her legs way up in the air and her thighs spread apart, exposing her hairy, gaping pussy and her fat, deep ass-hole. And the man had his face in profile to the camera, with his tongue sticking out far and the tip of it piercing that round anus.
I looked at it for a long moment and then it suddenly dawned on me that the man was my father. I quickly looked at the woman's face and saw that it was not my mother. I closed my eyes and shuddered slightly. I guess that sort of thing can make you squeamish. It's one thing being mature enough to realize that your mother and father have fucked just like everybody else, and it's quite another to look at a photo of your father sticking his tongue into some chick's keester hole. There were other photos where I found that one and they were also of my father. Assorted women shared the limelight with him. Some of them were pretty and some of them were dogs. It looked like all of this had been happening a while ago, perhaps twenty years or so. My breath was taken away by the outrageousness of it all.
I was squatting there, with the photos all laid out in front of me, some of them on my lap, when the doorway to my parents' bedroom was filled by a glowering, panting presence. I looked up in a panic. I must have been so wrapped up in what I was looking at that I didn't hear anybody come into the house and climb up the steps to the second floor. But someone had come in, all right, and that someone was the last person in the world that I wanted to see right then. The last person on earth that I wanted catching me looking at those obscene photographs.
The man standing there in the doorway breathing heavily was none other than my father. He was drunk, of course, but less so than on other occasions. Something must have caused him to return home earlier and less drunk than he usually did. I couldn't figure it out, and I almost thought that it was just my fate, some really bad karma that let this happen to me. But that may be just wishful thinking. It's probable that if what happened didn't happen at this time it would happen some other time for some other reason. It now seems like it was inevitable that this dirty deed would occur. My father just had it in him to do something like that and he was damned well going to do it, whether I liked it or not, or whether the whole world condemned it as a filthy act or not. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it and that was that.
He stood there for a while. I could see that it was already too late to hide what I was holding in my lap. His gaze told me that he was well aware of what I was looking at. It had taken me by surprise, to say the least, to see him standing there, and several seconds had passed when I first saw him until I realized that I should have covered up what I was looking at and by then it was definitely too late. He was looking at the stuff and looking at me, and his eyes were full of fire. It was a fiery gaze that was part drunkenness and part rage at what I was doing, how I had discovered this secret cache of photographs that he owned and had thus degraded him or something like that. I don't know how it registered in his mind. I know that the method he had of taking his revenge out on me for what I did. was definitely sick, and it was just an excuse so that he could do whatever dirty thing he wanted to do and had been burning all over to do to me ever since I grew tits and pussy hair and my hips started to broaden and I became something like the voluptuous woman that his wife once was. I was that temptress now, the one he had married. My mother herself was now a bit on the plump side and no longer a sexual creature as she obviously was from the look of those photographs I saw of her. In those days she must have been something to see, and I could imagine that she got whistles from the wolves every time she wiggled down the street.
At last he spoke to me. It was in a voice that was very eerie, to say the least. It was a voice that sounded right out of the grave, as a matter-of-fact. It chilled me to the bone when I heard it. I could tell that I was in for something rough this time as he spoke those words to me and his eyes burned into me and he turned his lip up at me. I was terrified just by that.
"You bitch ... snooping around in my things, finding out stuff that is none of your business to know. You bitch. So that's the way it's going to be, is it? We'll see about that, you fucking bitch. I'll show you what I can do to you if it's dirt and filth that you're interested in. Yeah, that's right. Is it sex education that you're looking for? Well all right, then that's what I'll give you. But forget the photographs. I'll give you some lessons first hand. All right, baby, what do you think of that? Huh? Is that what you expected to get when you came snooping around in my drawers No, I'll bet you weren't expecting to see your beloved father at all, were you?"
"No I wasn't expecting to see you, I don't know what to say ... I'm sorry for being here. I din't mean to look at your photos at all, really! Please believe me, Dad!"
He stared at her with lust in his eyes.
I realized then that something terrible was going to happen. He would exact a terrible penalty from me for what I had done. It was all fake, and it was just an excuse, but that didn't help my situation one little bit.
He stood there staring at me. I could tell that he was thinking about what he was going to do to me. I was afraid. I was trembling all over. I could see that there was a great deal of violence brewing inside of him. I wanted to be away from him, to get out of there and never see him again. It was almost as if I could see into the near future and see the terrible thing that he was going to do to me. But I couldn't, not really. I could just sense that something terrible was about to happen and I couldn't be sure of what, I only knew that it was a certainty. Yes, he was going to do something terrible to me and I couldn't escape it. Now it was too late to escape. I sat there trembling, with the dirty photographs of my father all over my lap and at my feet. I could see that my knees were knocking together with nervousness from the way that the photographs were sliding off onto the floor. It was an ugly scene, to be sure. And then he decided the time was at hand to punish me. He took another step closer.
He took the step suddenly, so that it frightened me when he did it. I closed my eyes at that point. It was a silly, childish gesture, but it was the only thing that seemed appropriate right then. There was nothing else for me to do, as a matter-of-fact. I was certainly too frightened to try and run away. I felt frozen in the spot where I was sitting. The only thing I could feel thankful for was that I had bothered to put my bathrobe on when I left my bedroom to come in and look for the photograph. I had just taken a shower after the movie was over and I was naked in my room when I got the urge to see that photograph. I was going to walk in there stark naked but then I decided, just for decorum sake that I should put on a robe. I wasn't expecting my father to be home for quite a while, but it was always better to be on the safe side. I didn't want to be stuck in a humiliating situation of having my father return home unexpectantly and see me in the nude. And now he had returned, and I still hadn't been expecting him. And then, as it turned out, it didn't matter whether I had the robe on or not. He was going to get rid of that soon enough, just as he got rid of all of my sense of honor and decency. He destroyed a good part of me, in the next hour. I'll tell you just what happened to me then, Doctor. Are you ready for this, do you think?
I was indeed ready for the rest of her story. In fact, I was waiting with a real sense of anxiety to hear the rest of the poor, unfortunate girl's story. I was sure that it was going to be horrible and moving and I made an appointment for her to return the next day so that I could hear it to the end.
INTERVIEW TWO
Tammy returned on schedule the next day. By now she was as anxious to get the story off her chest as I was to hear it. I knew that what she was about to tell me would not be pleasant, but I was not getting paid a lot of money just to hear Mother Goose stories. This was reality and it was my duty to listen to it and analyze it and try and make this poor girl lead a productive life from now on. I was going to do my best, too. I could see that she needed my help badly, and I hoped that when I had heard the entire story, I would be able to think of some solution that would alleviate further suffering on her part.
Well, Doctor, my father finally made his move. He lunged at me, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me up off the floor. He tossed me about from left to right and back again, making me dizzy and scared. I moaned and I think I would have fallen right over if he had let go of me at that point. I tried to keep my balance by grabbing onto something, the side of the dresser or whatever was handy, but he kept pulling me away from whatever I grabbed as soon as I got a hold of it. He was really like a maniac. I shouldn't say he was like a maniac. I think by that point he certainly qualifies for being a maniac just being like one. You could certainly see the mania in his eyes as he shook me around and seethed with a fury that was utterly frightening to watch, and more frightening to be on the receiving end of it.
He picked me up then and threw me over to the bed. I fell across one corner of it and then onto the floor in a sprawl. My robe fell apart, leaving my crotch bared. My golden pussy hair was out, clearly visible to my father who was immediately staring at it. He stumbled over to me. He laughed and nodded his head. He looked truly fiendish at this point, less and less like the father I had grown up with, and that guy was no particular great shakes, in any case.
"You filthy bitch ... look at you there, lying there with your pussy hanging out like that. God, it makes me sick to think that such a slut could actually be my own daughter. No, I don't believe it. You're not mine. That bitch wife of mine was probably cheating on me. She didn't like fucking with me then much more than she does now. But that's all right, that's all right. That makes it easier for me to have some fun with you now. If you're not my kid, then it can't be against the law, right? Ha, ha, you don't have to answer that. I can see that you're probably prejudiced, right? That's okay. I don't need your answer, sweetheart. I'm doing what I want to do whatever you say, so don't even bother. I'm gonna teach you a pretty good lesson. This will be one lesson like you never learned at school, heh heh ... " He had a laugh that could tum your stomach and it did turn mine. I was upset and anxious and ready to faint from a kind of delirium that was creeping up over me. I knew that my father was just saying the things he was saying to be mean and also to excuse his conduct. But I had never heard any hint from him along the lines of what he was saying to me now and I was sure that he was just making those things up right that moment, letting his drunken mind wander and come up with the foul solutions that he thought best fit the mood he was creating. But I was not going to be fooled by any shit like that. I knew that he was just horny now that he was drunk, and he had put himself and myself into such a position that suddenly anything was possible, anything was permissable. That was the way he saw it, anyway, and now he was going to take that theory to the hilt. He was going to rape me, his own daughter, no matter how he was trying to deny it at the moment, as his lust was overtaking him.
He leaned down over me then and grabbed a handful of my golden pussy hair. He pulled on it very violently. He leaned down over me. He mashed his face into my cunt hairs then. I was really feeling ill at that point. I wanted to get away from there as fast as I could. But there was no escape from this evil, awful man who was my father.
He was all over me at that point. He was kissing and caressing me. He put his hands on all my intimate parts, parts that no father had a right to touch when his daughter was my age. But he was doing it, in violation of everything that is holy between families. He was grabbing and biting at my pussy hairs.
"No, no," I cried. "You mustn't, you mustn't, do you hear me? Oh God, do you hear what I'm saying to you, Father? I'm begging you for mercy, that's what I'm doing ... oh please, please, listen to me, hear me, I'm asking you for mercy, just a little mercy, that's all ... can't you understand that I'm saying that to you, for God's sake!! Ahhhhhhhhh! You bastard, you fucking bastard, doing this to me, to me, your own daughter, you crazy lunatic bastard!"
I tried to move away from him and get up on my feet. My legs only opened more as I was squirming around. His hand moved into my cunt. He slipped two fingers right inside me. I couldn't keep him out very well. I didn't know why exactly, but my cunt was sopping wet. I figured that it was the excitement that did it. I had forgotten about those photos I was looking at and the erotic effect they had had on my poor pussy. I had been tingling and moist then, just before he barged in on me. I wondered if he could realize how wet I was, and if he took it as a sign of something, misinterpreting it as excitement and desire for him now that I was in his arms and he had carnal designs on me.
"Daddy, Daddy, you mustn't do this to me, you must not, do you hear me, do you hear what I'm saying to you! You'll never get away with this ... I'll have them put you in jail for what you're doing to me, I will, I will, I swear to you that I will ... you'll never get away with doing this ... you'll be hated and reviled all over this town!"
"What do I care about that shit! I only care about getting into that hot pussy of yours right at this moment, baby doll, and at this particular moment I think that's what you want from me, too. So what do you think about that?"
"You're crazy," I screamed at him. "You're absolutely crazy if you think that anything like that could possibly be true. You've got it all wrong, do you hear me? All wrong ... I don't want you at all! I hate you ... hate your fucking guts!"
"Shut your fucking mouth, you tramp! I don't, want to hear from you any more. I am sick and tired of your squealing and your lies. I have had enough of them. I'm giving the orders and you better be taking them or you are going to get an even stronger
He picked me up suddenly and flung me onto the bed. And then he quickly scrambled over after me. I was in a panic at this point.
"No, no, let go of me, stop it, stop it, let go! I can't stand you touching me, I can't stand it, do you hear what I'm saying to you!"
"Don't tell me what to do, bitch ... you dirty cunt, don't tell me anything. I'll teach you the lesson I should have taught you a fucking long time ago ... yes, that's what I'm going to do, you dirty cunt!"
He took me by the shoulders and shook me like a rag doll. Then he dropped me across his lap and let my head hang down towards the floor. He brushed aside the bathrobe and lay my bottom bare. He pumped a leg, making the soft flesh of my round ass jiggle like jelly. Then he raised a hand up into the air. I looked back over my shoulders and saw him raising it. I knew what was coming next and I shuddered with disgust and fear and loathing for my father.
"No, no, Daddy, don't do that, don't do that, you bastard, please, please don't do it!"
But my screams weren't about to stop him from what he was going to do to me, the bastard.
He slammed his hand down onto my fleshy, round rear end. The soft flesh cracked loudly. The pain stung right through me.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Owwwwwww, that hurts, that hurts!" I cried out loudly. "Don't do that to me if you value your life, bastard!"
"You fucking piece of shit!" he screamed at me. "No one on this earth talks to me like that and gets away with it, do you understand that? No one! I'll show you what happens to them if they do!"
He slammed his hand down over my ass again and again. I felt like the flesh was raw back there after he had done it a half dozen more times. I felt dizzy and almost feverish from what he was doing to me.
"Ha, ha, ha, you don't like that much, do you, cunt!" he laughed at me with a violent bark in his voice.
"You bastard ... you bastard ... you fucking, dirty bastard!" he moaned at me.
He stopped the brutal spanking for the moment and now started to feel me out down there. His fingers probed down the crevasse between the round cheeks of my ass. He pushed inside. He pinched some of the light hairs growing over my ass-hole and pulled on them sharply. He opened my cheeks with two hands and pressed his face inside there then. He kissed the flesh of my quivering, open pussy and then moved his lips to my dirty, taut, pink ass-hole. He kissed it. He pressed his tongue out and pushed it inside, licking at the flexing orifice.
"You bitch, you fucking bitch ... you goddamned bitch ... shit, you taste good ... yeah, that's a good tasting pussy and ass-hole you've got there. A man could dine on that every night of the week and not mind it a bit."
He pawed and licked around at my bare ass. His slid his slimy tongue all around my hole and at the edges of my cunt. I cried at him to stop and I squirmed and twisted and tried to get away. But there was no getting away, really. I couldn't get away from the bastard, no matter how hard I tried. He was stronger than me, even though he was old enough to be my father. In fact, he was my father, no matter how much he might try to deny it at this point in time.
"I'm doing what I want to you, baby, and that's all there is to it, see? Yeah, that's right, so just stop all of that squawking, if you know what's good for you ... you fucking creep ... I ought to kill you for all of the things you've done to me after I've been such a good father to you, treating you just like you were my own. But you're not! I'm convinced of that now, do you understand me? I'm convinced that someone must have gotten in there ahead of me ad planted the seed that you grew into. Yes, that's right. I mean it. I'm not joking around with you, sweetheart. This is the real thing here. You think I'm kidding but I'm not ... I no longer take any responsibility for you as a parent ... "
There was hardly any need for him to enunciate that point. The fact that he was holding me across his lap and licking at my ass-hole pretty much showed that he was not acting particularly responsible.
He brought his hand in between the spread cheeks of my ass. He poked at me with his forefinger. My sphincter fought against this brutality, but he pressed in with it. He was not going to be stopped by my squeamishness. He was going to do every little dirty thing that he could think of and that was all there was to it.
"No, no, please, please, have just a little mercy, a little human kindness!" I screamed at him once again.
He was sticking his finger into my ass-hole. My own father was doing that to me. He pressed the finger deeper, then pumped it back and forth, back and forth, again and again.
"You are a bitch, do you hear me? That's what you are, and nothing more than that.
You are a cunt, you are trash. Shit, to think that I treated you like you were my own daughter, it just makes me sick ... "
He raved and laughed and growled as he dug his finger up into my anus. And it hurt. I can't tell you how much it hurt for his totally unlubricated finger to charge deep inside my quivering ass-hole.
And then he drew his finger out of the twisting hole and raised his hand up again. He watched my beautiful, round ass jiggling as I shivered with fear, watching him over my shoulder as he prepared to slap my ass again. He moved his legs under me so that my bottom would jiggle to maximum effect. Then his hand whistled down and smacked the plump flesh of my pink, jiggling ass. Again he lifted his hand up and brought it down, harder this time, harder and harder. The flesh resounded. Again he did it, and again. Harder and harder he moved his hand down each time he spanked me.
"Oh God, ohhhhhhhhh!" I screamed out. "Stop it, stop it, you bastard, you fucking bastard, doing that to me! You should die, yes, yes, you should die and I would like to kill you! I'll do it too, one day I will ... "
"Ha, ha, ha, tough monkey ... at least you show a little spunk, that's good. But it won't do you any good. Don't you worry. It won't do you a fucking bit of good, you stupid cunt. I won't let you get the upper hand in this deal, so just you remember that, all right? I'm going to do what I want with you and there's nothing you can do about it!" He laughed like a madman.
The cheeks of my ass were now bright red. Blood was sizzling at the surface of the flesh. I whimpered and groaned. I didn't know which was worse, the pain from the spanking or the humiliation of having this done at the hands of my own father.
He spanked me for another minute or so, methodically increasing the force of each slap until his hand was aching from the contact. His grip moved higher on my waist. He lowered my head closer to the floor, raising my crotch up higher at the same time. Again he pressed his face between the aching cheeks of my ass, burying his mouth and nose and eyes in that warm, hairy center. I was hot as he moved in there. I couldn't help it. I had an instinctive reaction to having his face against my pussy like that. He licked at me hard. He kissed my pussy and ass-hole. He began using his teeth, biting at me, nibbling on my curled golden hairs that covered my pussy. My pussy quivered while the rest of me shivered with disgust.
"Oh stop it, stop it, won't you, this is horrible, this is truly disgusting, you bastard! Stop it, stop it, stop it, please! Oh please, I'm begging you to stop this fiendish behavior ... act like a man, not like a beast!" I screamed at him.
His tongue kept licking at me. He reached in deep to spear my pussy with that tongue. He licked up and down on my cunt, and to my surprise and disgust the pleasure started growing, more and more all the time. There was a rising, growing sense of arousal each time the tongue licked up through me. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the sexual thought I was feeling. I wanted to block them out of my mind completely. But it seemed like it was too late for that. He was turning me on with his tongue and there was nothing at all that I could do about it. I was stuck there, in his grip and in his power and if he wanted to lick my pussy and my ass-hole then I would have to lie there over him and let him do just that. It was nauseating, but the nausea was being consumed by the passion, the sense of pleasure that grew and grew, more and more all the time.
"Oh God, God, stop it, stop it, this is horrible, horrible, do you hear me? You bastard! Oh God, I want this to stop, to stop, do you hear me? Oh no, no, this can't be happening, this can't be happening to me!" I screamed out loudly.
He continued licking me and I involuntarily began dripping my honey out into his mouth. He twisted my plump ass cheeks up and down, revealing to his sick gaze more of my warm, drooling cunt meat.
"That's what I want, that's what I want," he mumbled, licking and kissing me, caressing the tender flesh with his hand.
He opened my ass-hole again and stuck his finger into it. He pressed it in all the way and then drew it out again. I whimpered and shuddered. It hurt and it felt good at the same time. I couldn't stand the alternating currents that were ripping through my body. It was too much for me. I wanted it to be either all pain and horror or all pleasure. But neither one was-likely at that point. I was too far into the rising sense of ecstasy to go all the way towards my feelings of disgust. But I had too much of a strong and lingering sense of nausea over what was happening to just let go and be free and enjoy the pleasure that he was starting to give me at this point. No, there was no easy decision at this point. I just had to realize that I was not going to get off easy, any way I played it. The whole idea was that I was to be in turmoil. I could see that was giving him almost as much delights as sticking his tongue into my flexing ass-hole and my drooling, quivering pussy hole.
The bastard, I kept thinking. The rotten bastard to do something like this to me. It was so totally unforgivable that if there really is a Hell than I was sure he had condemned himself to fry in it for all eternity. But he didn't see it that way, obviously. No, he thought all of this was cute as could be, a real good joke. The sick ass-hole. God, how I wanted to kill him. I wanted to make him die, make him suffer the way I was suffering, only worse, much worse. Yes, that was what I wanted this jerk to do, suffer and then die, begging for my mercy that would never come.
That was the only thing I could think of that would be adequate punishment for such a sick individual. He certainly didn't deserve to live and go on bothering other innocent girls like myself. When I thought about the ugly things that he was already doing to me and the things he was planning for the near future, it turned my stomach. I wished that I was sufficiently in control of myself to be able to puke right on him as he was playing with me there. But something kept me from showing my emotions to that extent. I couldn't descend to the level of disgusting behavior that he operated on. I don't know why I couldn't, I just couldn't.
I did want to kill him, though. I didn't think there was anything perverted about that at all. That made perfect sense to me. I thought that was the only right and just thing that could be done when a person like my father inhabits the earth. You have to put the rest of the population out of its misery by killing him off. And I would gladly have done it. Patricide? I don't care what they call it. It would have made perfect sense for me to kill him, and if this was a just world then they would pin a medal on me for doing it. But the consequences simply didn't matter. No, nothing mattered except that I get back at him for what he was doing to me right then.
Now he had had enough of licking me and touching me. He was going to go on to bigger and better things, he must have decided. I didn't make decisions. I only squirmed and cried out and hoped that the next trick in his bag of dirty tricks would not be something that I wouldn't be able to stand up under. It was my only hope.
He tossed me down. I fell onto the floor with a loud thud, hurting my already bruised bottom. While I was twisting myself out of the tangled sprawl I was in, my father stood up over me and pulled down his zipper. This was inevitable, of course, but it still struck me with horror when he got around to doing it. My father was going to take his cock out and show it to me. And then he was going to do more than show it to me. It was such a foul, obscene thing to do that I could hardly keep down my dinner at the thought of it. I was trembling and moaning and my face was twisted into an expression of horror. I couldn't have looked very attractive, that much is certain. I must have looked like some kind of ugly old hag, as I grimaced and squinted and screamed and groaned and squawked over all of the obscene things he was doing to me.
"You bastard, you bastard," I moaned at him again, though I knew by now that such epithets did no good. He was only amused by my outrage and took it as if it were some sort of joke on my part. And he went right on with his foul business. But I couldn't stop screaming, and I did it again and again, moaning at him as well. "Stop it, stop it, leave me alone, let me get out of here ... don't take that out, don't you dare take your cock out, you bastard, you sick bastard! Do you hear me? Do you hear what I'm saying to you, do you? You fucking creep! Oh God, oh God, help me, save me!"
"Yes, ha, ha, ha, I hear you, you stupid bitch ... stop yelling at me, why don't you? It's not going to do you a damn bit of good so you might as well just shut your fucking trap, you understand me? Shit, why don't you listen to your dear old dad? I'm older than you, I've been around, I know what I'm talking about when I tell you to shut your fucking trap, you understand me? Jesus, you are a hot cunt ... look at that pussy drooling there! Shit, that's good ... I can't wait to get my pecker into that fucking honey-pot, yes indeed. I'm going to enjoy fucking you, baby. All the way. I'm going to love sticking my dick into that wet pussy of yours, yes I will, yes I will. Shit, that is going to feel so hot and tight, I just know it. I know from the way it felt when I stuck my fingers inside your cunt and when I stuck my tongue in there ... yeah, and that ass-hole of yours will probably make good fucking as well. I'll really dig fucking that, baby. Have you ever had your fucking ass-hole fucked? Come on, you can level with me, you can be honest. Let's have a real father-daughter discussion on the subject. Have you ever had a big, thick, pulsing cock stuck deep inside your fucking ass-hole? Tell me!"
I wanted to puke when he screamed something like that at me. It was the only reaction I thought that was even halfway appropriate to something like this. God, just try and imagine something like this happening to you. My own father, the man who had created me with my mother, was now bouncing me around and taking his cock out and threatening to stick that same cock deep inside my ass-hole. He wasn't content with a simple rape or abuse like that. He was going to take me to town. He was going to do to me every sick thing he could possibly think of. That was the sort of man I finally realized I had for a father. I'm sure my mother thought he was a sick creep as well, but she wouldn't warn me about him. That would be typical of her. That would be her sense of fair play at work. She wouldn't want to influence my opinion of my father just because she hated and despised him. But now, with all of this happening, it was pretty obvious to me that she would have been doing me a lot more service as a mother to warri me about him, to tell me that he was capable of something like this. But they kept it fairly well-hidden from the-likes of me up till this point. And now I was the loser on that score. I was the one who got the big surprise and found out that my own father was a raving, lunatic pervert who thought absolutely nothing of taking his daughter over his knee and sticking his fingers inside her ass-hole and her cunt and making her squirm as he taunted her and abused her and laughed at her. I sincerely wished that she had warned me in some way about what he was capable of. She must have known that he was not well, or at least that he had something like this inside him. I was sure that if he could do this to me now then he must have done similar things to my mother, or at least let her know that he was capable of them. And this made it all the more frustrating, the fact that she did not warn me to be careful of him. I suppose she was just afraid of what he might do if he found out that she was trying to get him in bad with his own daughter. But that didn't end up mattering, anyway, since he was now in as badly as he could ever possibly get. He could never make up to me for what he was doing now. That Was for certain. I was going to bear the burden of this outrage all my life. I was sure of that. Every time I heard a reference made to someone's family or to a father, or anything along those lines, I could well see myself immediately remembering what my father did to me. I could remember that he had stripped me and spanked my naked ass and opened my ass cheeks and played with my gaping, hairy pussy and with my tight pink ass-hole. And he had done all of this and more, beating me, abusing me both verbally and physically. And now, he was ready for the big one, the ultimate along these lines. He was about to whip his cock out and fuck me with it. And if his words meant anything, then he was most-likely not going to be satisfied with just fucking me in the cunt. He was going to go for me everywhere he found an opening. He was going to fuck my ass, and he was going to fuck my mouth, and everywhere.
"Are you ready for this, dear daughter?" he asked me with a sarcastic laugh. I could have killed him for that laugh alone, it was so filled with ugly humor and sadism. He didn't deserve to live, I was sure of that. I couldn't believe that I had gone along living with this creature for so long, not fully realizing what a monster he really was. "Are you ready for your father's big, throbbing dick? Hm? Aren't you going to just love having this up your pussy?"
"Oh God, you're sick, you're sick, do you hear me? You are a sick person, and you make me sick just knowing that you exist on the same planet with me! Ugggg ... ohhhhhh, phooey, I hate you, I hate you, you are nothing to me! You are puke!"
I couldn't keep from looking to see what he was doing, so that he would not surprise me with some dirty trick that I was not expecting. I looked at him and saw that big cock of his was now hanging out of his pants. It wasn't the first time I saw it. I don't mean to imply that it was. I probably saw it many times when I was a child. Parents don't worry about exposing themselves in front of small children. My father didn't worry about that. But he hadn't let me see his cock in a long while, certainly not since I was old enough to be either aroused or shocked by the sight. And now he wasn't just showing it to me, he was going to let it throb in front of me and then he was going to jam it up my pussy.
"like it, baby? You like the look of that big, fat cock of mine? Isn't it beautiful? Come on, admit it, isn't this fucking prick of mine an absolute beauty? Yes or no? You tell me the truth now? Isn't it a fucking gorgeous cock I've got?"
I shuddered and quivered as I heard those words come from his mouth. It wasn't right. None of this was right. That was for certain. This was no real father I was dealing with. This was some sort of throwback to the days when savages roamed the earth. My so-called father was obeying nothing bu the laws of the jungle. I hated him for what he was doing. I hated the fact that he even existed, after contemplating something like this. He was hateful, all right. And I hated him more than I ever hated anyone before in my entire life. That was how much I hated that bastard and wanted to see him die.
But he didn't look very close to expiring now as he approached me, his big dick throbbing ahead of him. It was a huge cock, and it looked even more enormous, I'm sure, in my agitated, almost delirious condition. I couldn't keep from looking at it as he moved closer and closer to me. He was holding it in his hand like it was some sort of animal he was containing, keeping from lunging out at me. It did look like some kind of wild beast. But it was the owner of the cock that was the real beast out of some jungle.
My father's prick was huge, much bigger than the prick of any. other man I had ever seen. I really don't mean to sound like I'm one of the most experienced swingers around today, but I am not celibate, and I have had my share of lovers, though they have always been boys around my own age, and I suppose you could say that some of them have not been fully developed yet when I got to them.
It was either that or they just weren't very well-endowed.
"You're gonna suck this cock of mine, daughter dear," he said to me, grabbing his prick near the base and shaking it from side to side and back and forth. "Yes, that's right. You are gonna suck this cock and suck it dry. But you'll leave a little sperm there so I can shoot it into your cunt when I'm fucking you. How does that sound, precious?"
I squinted and then shook my head. I sighed deeply and then groaned. I let out a groan that came from my very soul. I had never seen anyone act quite like this before in my life. This bastard was going to do it. He was going to go all the way now, I could see that. There would be no escaping from him. There was no way that I was going to get out of this. I was stuck. And now I was going to have to go with it all the way, right to the bitter end, and that was obviously going to include sucking his cock.
I realized that making a big stink about it wouldn't do me a lot of good. I would just have to do it and not think about it. There was no other way around the fact. This was the next to ultimate step and I was going to have to take it. There was no escape at the last minute. At the last minute I was damned well going to have to go through with his dirty, obscene scheme.
He shook the cock in my face. It looked even larger now than it had ever looked. I gazed at it like it was some sort of monster that had come to attack me. And that was not far from the case. I looked at it and moaned and shuddered. But I also smacked my lips and licked at them. I opened my mouth very tentatively and looked at the big dick throbbing there in front of me. It did look mouth-watering, if I could divorce it from the man it was attached to. He screamed at me again even as I was thinking that.
"Suck it, and don't waste any more of my precious time, you fucking bitch! Come on, wrap those pretty red lips all around my big dick! Do it and don't think about it! Suck me, baby! Suck that dick deep down your throat and never let go!"
"No, no, I can't, I can't!" I cried out, still not taking my eyes off the prick as my father squeezed it and shook it at me. It had an evil fascination like some strange, throbbing talisman. And besides that, he swung it like he was about to hit me over the head with it.
I was fighting, struggling with my own desires as well as with my father's intentions. The fact of the matter was that I did actually want to swallow that cock of his, suck it deep down my throat and then chew on it.
The cock head throbbed against my lips. My mouth opened tremblingly. Then it opened wide. I swallowed up the thick head that was shaped like a mushroom. I gagged slightly as I got it into my mouth and sucked it to the back. He grabbed at my head now and pulled me forward onto the cock even while he was thrusting his hips forward and shooting that cock down my throat.
I sucked the whole cock down my throat, finally. And then he was thrusting it in and out of me, back and forth, again and again, faster and faster. He had every inch of that enormous prick down my throat and I could hardly believe that I had swallowed the whole thing. It took a great deal of effort and concentration not to lose control of myself. I could easily have choked to death on his cock because there was so much of it. That would have made very interesting headlines, if I had let him go and do that, all about how a father had killed his daughter while forcing her to commit fellatio on him. That would be the talk of the town for the next decade, I predicted. But he didn't manage to bump me off in that way. Every time I thought I had lost control and was about to choke on the piece of throbbing meat, he moved it around or my throat opened up and I got a breath and everything turned out just fine. Or so it seemed right at that particular moment.
"Yeah, that's good, that's good ... suck it, suck that cock ... yeah, really go down on it, baby, that's the way, ohhhhhh, that's so good, so fucking good, yeah, yeah, suck that prick down your fucking throat, you dirty bitch! Mmmmmmmmm! That feels so good, so fucking good! Suck me, suck my cunt, baby, suck it dry! Ohhhhhhhh! That's good, that is so good! Suck me, suck my big dick ... mmmmmmmmm! God, yes, yes, that's good, that's so good, all the way down, to the base of it, to the fucking fat base of my hot cock! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come! Suck it all the way, baby, suck it all the way! Yes, yes, that's so good, so good!"
His voice rang in my ears. I felt sick to my stomach. I might almost have thrown up all over the dick I was sucking as he thrust it up at me and I rammed my mouth all the way down to the base of it. Up and down, up and down, I sucked away at him, moving faster and faster all the time. I was really going to work on that heaving cock of his. I was not letting up for a moment. It was as if I had found some weird logic of my own to follow, and I was going to show him that if he was going to rape me then I was going to enjoy it and give him the best blowjob he had ever had in his entire fucking life. He bucked up at me, thrusting the cock down my throat. More and more of that throbbing meat filled my face. I swallowed it all. I really had the hang of ii now. I could suck him without any trouble at all.
Up and down, up and down, I pumped away off of him, and each time I sucked down on that big cock I sucked out another layer of his steaming, bubbling come. Up and down, up and down, I sucked away at him, again and again, never stopping, never pausing. I was really giving it to him, going wild on that dick of his. I was loving it, too. Now I had really succeeded in putting my mind over matter. Or would it be the other way around? What I did was block from my mind the disgust I was feeling sucking on my own father's cock. He was some other stud, in my mind. And now I could enjoy it, because the fact of the matter was that I did enjoy the taste of cock. I enjoyed it a whole helluva lot, to tell the truth. I loved the taste of it and the texture of the flesh throbbing against the back of my throat. I liked all of that. And I really was enjoying and getting turned on by the feel of that cock inside me like that. It was wonderful, though I would never have admitted this to anyone else in the world but you, Doctor, and I trust that you will not ever tell anyone what I'm telling you right now.
Yes, I was enjoying it as I was sucking on that big dick of his. I was feeling turned on. My pussy was dripping with burning honey. It was flowing out of there like there was no tomorrow. I was now actually dying to feel that big stick of his deep inside my pussy, fucking away at me. I thought that I would probably start coming almost immediately when he stuck it in there.
I sucked him hard, but I was careful. I didn't want him coming and shooting all of that stuff down my throat instead of up my pussy. I didn't know if he was going to want to do it again once he came the first time, and I felt that I would be in no position to demand that he fuck me. That would really blow my standing. But he was so weird that he would probably get a kick out of me turning out that way. It would just reinforce his opinion of me, if I was to take any of those ravings about me seriously. But he had been calling me a whore and a bitch and a cunt ever since this little encounter began. I guess it wouldn't surprise him that much if it turned out he was right and I was nothing but a whore.
Don't get me wrong, Doctor, I don't think I really am any of those things. But these circumstances were so extraordinary and I was so very mixed up that I didn't quite know what I was doing. I only knew that I was suddenly very turned on and most of the hate and the loathing and the revulsion had gone away, and more desire had come upon me, and now I had that cock down my throat and I was loving it. Yes, I was loving every second that it throbbed inside of me. I sucked hard, up and down, moving back and forth on the big stick. I never wanted to let it out of my mouth, and if I did it would only be to have it jammed up inside my pussy. I was even dying to get a chance to feel that prick inside my ass-hole, as he had threatened to fuck me there at one point. I don't know how much of his threats were to be believed and how many of them were just drunken boasts. But it any case, he had won me over, just about. There was no doubt about that. He had degraded me to the limit and pushed me over it and now I was there, thrashing and shivering and spewing pussy-juice down my legs, waiting and ready to have my own father fuck me. God, it sounds so sick. And I must have been sick. Yes, yes, I must have been. You try and explain what I was going through that could justify what I did. Maybe that's why I came to see you, Doctor. I want justification for what has happened here. Yes, please, someone help me, tell me why I did what I did, why I finally reacted the way I did. God, there must be something very wrong with me to do that. It must be some sickness that runs through the whole family. How else can you fucking explain what I did? There is no explanation, no rational, justifiable explanation. No, the only explanation is that I'm bad, a bad seed. I have it from my father, and he had to go wild like this in order to spark it in me. All right, maybe I am talking a lot of bullshit, but I mean it, I really do feel that there must be something like that at work in this case, Doctor. I'm telling you. Any other girl would have continued to be disgusted by what was happing to them. They would have died rather than do what I did. But not me. He finally won. He broke my spirit. He made me like what he was doing to me. He actually made me enjoy getting raped by him. How could that happen? What is there in my makeup that could have made me want something like that? It doesn't make any sense, it really doesn't. I never did anything sick before in my entire life. But that father of mine. He did it. He must be some sort of evil magician, a hypnotist, with an evil spell that he could cast on me and finally make me give in to him and do his bidding, whatever that might be. And I did it. Oh yes, I certainly did it. Oh yes indeed. Old Tammy didn't flinch when it came to sucking off her old man's cock. She did it with relish. She moved her mouth down to the throbbing base of the big cock and then lifted up to the top again, twisting and sucking away like crazy. Back and forth, making my father moan and shiver and gasp. He was loving it. He was loving every thrust, every twist, every suck. He must have thought he died and went to heaven for the way he was acting and the pleasure he was getting. But why not, after all? Wasn't I his own daughter? Didn't he deserve the best sort of treatment from me, no matter what the circumstances happened to be? Okay, so they were dirty and filthy and sordid and degraded in this case, but those are the breaks, I guess. Everything can't be cotton candy and rides at the fair, after all. You have to take the good with the bad. Doesn't that sound like a very good philosophy, Doctor? You tell me. Doesn't ft sound like the sort of philosophy that I should be following? It would certainly alleviate a lot of the guilt I have been feeling lately. Oh yes, I do feel guilt, even though you might think that I have nothing to be guilty about. After all, what did I do except fuck my own father. Oh sure, it was at his instigation. But do you think anybody who found that out would care about that? They would want to know what I had done to lead him on. That would be their line of thinking. They would be sure that I had teased my father with my voluptuous, nubile body and had driven him crazy. Even the people who knew he was a drunk and a sadist would probably side with him. Oh God, I don't know what I'm saying. Maybe they would believe me. Who can say what people will think. All I know is that they'll think I'm dirty. Yes, they'll think I'm unclean, like the old lepers, somebody no one would ever want to get near. I mean, why not? There's a girl who fucked her own father, they'll all be saying when word gets out about this.
You want to hear the end of this story, is that it, Doctor? All right. There isn't much more to it, really. There's just a little more dirty stuff. But you ought to find this interesting. Oh yes, very interesting. This is where I really show my colors. This is where I show just what kind of girl I really am, I guess. I show just the sort of whore cunt that I really am, all right.
So I sucked him for a while longer. I moved up and down on that throbbing pole of his, up and down, again and again without ever stopping. And then, when I thought I had sucked him about all that I could, I rose up to the tip and unhooked from his big dick. The thing was throbbing wildly now. It looked like it was about to explode into a million pieces or just burst into nothingness like an overinflated balloon. But neither of those things happened. It just continued throbbing away like crazy. I stared at it like it was some sort of shrine. I guess I almost thought of it that way as I looked at it there, throbbing and pulsing, all shiny red, dripping with saliva and come.
I glanced up at my father and he was looking down at me, sighing, gasping, nodding his head up and down, up and down. He was plainly confused. He didn't know what to say, what approach to take to all of these unexpected occurrences. He had figured that this was going to be a rape scene right to the very end, I guess. And then I went and turned the tables on him by becoming a voracious female, after all. It really must have shaken him up, from the look on his face. But I wasn't going to let him off like that. No way. I was going to stick that big dick of his right up my pussy and make him fuck me and make him come in my cunt.
He was in something of a daze. There was no more of the drunken fury he used on me a little earlier. Now all of that was gone and he was almost docile as he watched me taking charge of this obscene ritual.
I gripped that big cock of his and pumped it back and forth, back and forth, again and again. The come drooled down over the hot shaft and dribbled across my clutching fingers. I pumped it some more, really getting the juices flowing and making him moan and shiver from the pleasure that it was obviously causing him. I was getting a kick out of turning the tables, taking over the rape scene out from under him, even though he was getting the exact same results he would have gotten otherwise. But somehow this made it more exciting for me, and less humiliating, knowing that I was going into this with my eyes open, ready and willing to take the circumstances.
You could say that I was deflecting my outrage by showing that I was not simply cooperating by taking over the whole enterprise.
Well, it might not have been the most intelligent defense, but it was all I had. I had exhausted my resources long before as far as simply struggling against him. That had gotten me nowhere. At least this way I was getting some pleasure out of it.
So I pulled his cock down and he naturally followed after it. I spread my legs far apart and stuck the dick up into my hole. He thrust in at once. My cunt was dripping wet and it was no problem for him to get inside. In fact, his cock was practically washed inside by the flow of bubbling pussy juices that my cunt was dripping with.
And then he began fucking. In and out, back and forth, faster and faster all the time. And each time he stuck that dick into me I cried out and shivered with lust. It really felt good, I can tell you that. In and out, he fucked me with speed and precision, back and forth, again and again, not stopping, not slowing at all. I loved it. I wrapped my thighs around his ass and kicked into him and told him to fuck faster. Yes, that is correct. I told my own father to fuck me faster. I had given in totally to this obscene encounter now. I was with him all the way. I was even a little ahead of him, I guess you could say. I thrust my hips at him and ground my pussy into his fucking dick. I loved it. I started feeling a swell of pleasure from the moment he started fucking in and out of me. Back and forth, back and forth, his cock shot through me, in and out, never stopping, never pausing. I was loving it, every moment. And it didn't seem like it was going to end too quickly, either. He seemed ready to go on fucking now that he had regained his strength and presence of mind. I guess he had gotten a little dumbfounded when he saw that I was enjoying and pursuing what had started out as a nasty rape. But didn't the poor sap know that every girl dreams of being raped? That it's a female's favorite fantasy?
In and out, back and forth, his huge, heavy cock attacked me. Again and again that big dick of his slammed against my body. In and out, again and again, faster and faster. He was fucking like crazy. I didn't think he had it in him. I was almost affectionate towards him at that point, I was so enjoying what he was doing to me. And then I could feel myself going over the top, really starting to get off. The pleasure just started roaring through my body.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my hot cunt, you bastard!" I screamed at him, clawing at his aging body and urging him to fuck faster and harder. We writhed around like that for another couple of minutes, as he gained speed and violence, more and more with every stroke. "Fuck my cunt, yes, yes, fuck your loving daughter's hot cunt!"
And then he cried out that he was coming, and in the next instant I felt the hot bolt of his seed hit my pussy. He shot a few more wads into me and then he was still. He pulled out of me and walked away. I could see that he was feeling as disgusted as I had felt not long before, when he started this thing.
CONCLUSION
And at that point the girl concluded her story. I could see that there were two factors involved in her trauma. One of these, of course, was that her father raped her. The other was that towards the end she had enjoyed it and actively became a participant in the rape. This may be what she is finding even harder to live down than the rape. I am beginning to counsel her and hope that in time she will be able to lead a normal, productive life again and even be able to confront her father without a sense of hysteria creeping over her, as it does now.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Cindy X. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
When Cindy came into my office I was struck by her intense beauty. She was certainly a thing to behold and I was darned glad to have such a fine example of young American womanhood as a patient of mine. I think, as I look back over the volumes of my case studies, that I have had more beautiful women come through the swinging doors of my office than any ten other practicing consultants in my field. But that is neither here nor there. The fact of the matter was that this poor girl, as beautiful as she certainly was, still had her problems. She had been terribly abused by a member of her own family. It was the old story of incestuous rape. I had been getting a lot of these cases lately. It was the main reason why I chose to put this volume together at this particular time. It would seem just from the patients that I have been getting of late, that this malady is running rampant in our country. I hope that a careful study of these cases will help my readers understand just what is going on here. I will now set forth the complete transcript of this girl's session with me, just as it happened, shocking as it may be to those readers with a weak heart.
I don't know if I can bring myself to tell you this, Doctor. It doesn't show me in a very good light, I'll admit that. In fact, it shows me as a pretty miserable character, actually. I've misrepresented myself to you. You thought that I was coming here to see you about a problem I've had with incest. When your nurse asked me questions about it I couldn't tell her the truth. I got too nervous, too shy, and too ashamed of what I had done. But the truth of the matter is that it was not some member of my family that did something to me, but it was me who did something to a member of my family. It was to my brother, to be exact. Yes, I assaulted my brother.
Does this sound strange to you, Doctor? I suppose you have never heard a story like this one before. That's all right, there's always a first time, I guess. Don't ask me what got into me. I can't tell you that. I really don't know what got into me. Lust. I guess that's the simplest way to describe what happened to me. Yes, that would describe it just nicely, I think. It was lust that I felt for that brother of mine, pure and simple. And I'm the sort of girl who acts upon her instinct, you see. Yes, I definitely acted upon this. I just couldn't stand the pressure of seeing him around the house all the time and never doing anything about it. So I started doing something. Now don't get me wrong, Doctor, I did not. I didn't actually rape him. I just did the next best thing, that's all. I got to him while he was sleeping. He generally didn't even know what was happening.
Isn't that a scream, Doctor? Don't you just love it, I mean, really now.
It's partly because I'm always so horny, you know. That's really why I always want to fuck or suck or do something sexy like that. Gosh, I'm constantly masturbating. Any time you don't see me around for five solid minutes you can expect that I've run off to a bedroom or am sitting on the toilet jamming my fingers in and out of my drooling, hot pussy. That's just the kind of girl I am. That's the way that God made me, you see, and there's nothing I can really do about it. Unless you can think of something. I don't know if you can or not, Doctor. I hope you can, of course. That's what I'm here for, anyway. I'm here so you can listen to my story and tell me what I've done wrong or how I can get right now, Doctor. That is why I'm here, you know. And I do hope you can help me. I know better than to think that you have any magic cures or anything like that, but I do want to know your professional opinion, get your advice and all of that. It will really help me a lot to know what you think about this and if I can get any help. Sure, it's fun being horny all the time. Sometimes. But sometimes it just gets in the way and it makes me do crazy things, things like when I went in and seduced that brother of mine. Now I know that wasn't right, so don't get me wrong about that. I know really pretty straight that it was a naughty thing to do. But I did it, and that's that. Now you can listen to how I would go about it and tell me what you think.
As I said, I am always horny, and I certainly invariably wake up horny, with that fucking cunt of mine all wet and sticky. It's like a damned swamp there between my legs, you have to understand.
So I woke up this morning that I'm going to tell you about. I woke up and I had the feeling. Oh boy, did I ever have the feeling. I opened my eyes and the first thing I thought about was a cock. I could see a big, fat, juicy cock right before my eyes. I instinctively opened my mouth while I was still half asleep and tried to bite for that damned cock throbbing away just in front of me. And then I sighed and realized that there was really no cock in front of me, that it was just a figment of my imagination. But dammit that was one figment I wished was real and that was the truth. I wanted to have a big cock like that stuck down my throat. Yes, indeed I did. And there was one cock nearby in the house. My father was already gone to work by now, and besides, I didn't really think of him in those terms since he was old and fat and just didn't strike me in any sort of sexual way. But my brother. Well, there was a horse of a different color, I can tell you that. He was a tall, well-shaped, blue-eyed, golden-haired fellow, cute as a button. I knew that many of the girls at school were absolutely wild about him and I could hardly blame them for that. I was wild about that young guy myself, so I could understand their feelings.
But of course, it was supposed to be different for me, because that cute guy I'm talking about was my brother, and sisters are not supposed to have such thoughts about my own brother. But dammit, I have them. It's only a psychological thing that you feel if you do eliminate any sexual feelings towards a relative who would normally be very attractive to you, and I guess that I just missed whatever psychological thing is supposed to happen. Don't ask me for an explanation, I just know that it is very hard for me to make special allowances in my brother's case and think of him as strictly a brother, someone who I should think of as off-bounds sexually, someone I cannot crave like I do other good-looking boys.
I sleep in a bedroom with my sister. She's also a good-looking girl, a little younger than me. She isn't quite as pretty as me, but she's popular and has a lot of boyfriends. I really don't know what her sexual life is like, but I figure that she fucks around, though not nearly as much as I do. She is certainly more conservative than me, and I am really afraid of her finding out what I've done with our brother. No, I could never let her find that out. I don't know what she would do. Certainly, she would hate me for doing it, that much is for certain. And she would probably tell my parents also. I don't want that kind of hassle, I can tell you that. So I hope you bear in mind that everything I'm telling you is to be held strictly confidential. I wouldn't tell you any of this if there was any chance that you would go blabbing about it. There isn't, is there? Okay, good, that's all I wanted to know.
Well, so, I woke up and looked across the room at my sister. She was lying there in the bed sleeping away. She was wearing a short nightie. She must have been having a pretty good dream because she had been tossing a lot and had kicked the bed covers all the way down to her feet. She was sprawled there on her bed, with her long, shapely, bare legs stretched out. They were parted and you could see her cunt opened wide. It was a pretty fat, gorgeous cunt to be certain, almost as beautiful as that one of mine. If I could get off on women I guess I would pay a visit to her sleeping there instead of my brother. But I guess I'm just born to worship cooks instead of cunts, so I was content just to look in there at the moist pinkness of my sister's cunt and let it go at that.
I got up out of the bed and walked over to the doorway. I looked back to see if my sister had been disturbed at all. She was still sleeping peacefully, I was pleased to see. I opened the door and slipped through it. On the other side I stood still and breathed softly, getting my bearings, getting myself ready for the rather unorthodox thing that I was going to do now. I put my hand up against my pussy and made myself shiver with lust as I pressed into the wet warmth. It really gave me chills to feel myself like that. I caught my breath and sighed out deeply. I was really going to come if I gave myself half a chance at it.
I started moving down the hall towards the room where my brother was sleeping. I stopped for a moment and wondered what I would say if my brother happened to be awake or if I walked in on him at some uncomfortable moment. He might be undressed, and the fact was that my own short nightie was so bunched up that he wouldn't fail to see my pussy hair if he looked at me at all.
I stopped and was very careful as I stood there at his doorway. I put my hand on the door handle and held it there and didn't move it for a very long time. And then I started turning it slowly. Very slowly I twisted the knob in my hand and when I thought I had turned it all the way I pushed in on it, very slowly. There was still a little squeak and I tried to go even slower so that the squeak was minimal. It was dark in the room. He always pulled all of his shades down when he went to sleep and he was on the shady side of the house, anyway, so it was quite dark in there. I waited a moment till my eyes adjusted to the near-darkness. And then I could see him there, lying on his side and sleeping soundlessly except for a little snort now and then.
He looked cuter than ever, I thought, as I moved across the room towards him. I was going to do it. I was sure of that one thing. I felt too much not to go ahead with it at this point. I just had to, that was all there was to it.
I was so excited and into what I was doing that I didn't even give any thought to what I would say if my brother should happen to wake up while I was in there, and heaven forbid if he woke up while I was doing something a little further along in my scheme, like playing with his cock or something like that. I just couldn't take the time to think of anything, as a matter-of-fact, and that was just the way it was, as far as I was concerned. And I certainly did feel like playing with his cock as I stood there and looked down at him sleeping away, purring like a little puppy or something. God, it made the juices just run out of my cunt like there was no stopping them at all. There was one way to stop them, though. It was the way that I was about to go about stopping them. I was going to have me a sexual experience that would electrify me from head to toe. That was what I was going to have, all right. I was already starting to have it, just standing there and looking at his beautiful sleeping body.
I wondered again what I would say to him if he woke up. Would he be able to understand that his own sister had the hots for him? I knew that it would be a little difficult to understand, and that he would definitely have something unusual to deal with, but I wondered if he wouldn't react in a very encouraging way. I mean, what boy of his age would really turn down the offer of the body of an utterly gorgeous teenager like myself? Not many, I would think. My brother, I was sure, had a lot of sexual experience even at his fairly tender age. Gosh, I thought, for all I knew he might be actively fantasizing about me, rushing off every time he saw me and jerking on his dick to relieve the tension that he was feeling.
"Oh gosh," I mumbled to myself. "Oh, that's so very beautiful ... such a beautiful cock you have, my brother dear."
I looked down at it, staring at it like I was hypnotized. I couldn't take my eyes off such a beautiful piece of meat. It was really something else to look at that hunk of hot, pink meat lying there so gorgeous and innocent. But it was not all that innocent, to be perfectly honest. I could see that my dear brother was having a few sexual thoughts as he lay there in the bed. Yes indeed. He was certainly looked like he was having a wet dream or two the way he was lying there with the cock flexing away and throbbing slightly. I was so excited I thought I would pass out.
He had a completely peaceful expression on his face. Oh yes, I loved the look of him. My lust for him just shot all through me, thrilling me from head to toe. I couldn't take my eyes off that beautiful boy or his beautiful cock.
I touched my pussy. It was drooling wet. I pushed my fingers inside there. God, that felt really good. It felt wonderful. I could have started coming right at that very moment. Yes, it would not have taken much effort at all for me to start me moaning and shaking and shivering. I closed my eyes. Only for a moment. I couldn't take my eyes off that cock of his for much longer than that. It was driving me crazy to be so close to that beautiful piece of meat there. I really loved looking at it and I didn't want to stop looking at it for a moment.
My fingers slid deep inside my pussy and worked back and forth, back and forth again and again without pausing for long. I really loved the friction that my fingers were causing. They were turning me all hot and soft, like melting jelly. It was a wonderful sensation that
I was feeling just then. Yes, it was truly wonderful. The prick stirred and that sent a wave of hot sensation all through me. It was all I could do not to reach down and grab at that cock. The cock was throbbing away now. He must have gone into high gear with whatever wet dream the darling boy was having. I wished that I could jump right into his unconscious mind and be a character in that dream. I wanted to be the girl who was causing him so much pleasure. Yes, that was certainly what I wanted right then.
His legs stirred. They moved up and stretched out far. He muttered something and I moved closer, listening hard to hear what he was saying. But he didn't really say anything that I could make sense of. I smiled at him. He looked so cute there, lying there and dreaming away, his cock stiff and throbbing like crazy. He twisted some more, until his cock was completely visible and so were his fat, dangling balls. He was absolutely gorgeous, in my opinion. I stared at him and was trembling as I did. I cupped my hot pussy and felt the juice flowing out of it. The juice fell into the palm of my hand and I felt it running down between my ringers. It was really a fantastic and sexy feeling and I didn't want to stop touching myself like that. I wanted to do it for hours, but I knew that that was not possible. I had to get all of this done real quick. I had to get what I could out of my sweet, sexy brother and then I had to get the heck out of there and be done with it for the time being, until I could slip away and get to him once again when no one was looking, including him. That was how it had to be, no question of that.
I bent over him again, getting another close look at that cock of his lying there. It was so beautiful, so big and thick. The head was swollen out so that it looked like a big red pepper. I licked my lips impatiently, wanting very badly to put my lips around the head of that big cock of his.
I opened my legs wider and slid my fingers in even deeper than before. It felt so good, and felt even better as I twirled them around and around within me. I quivered and shivered. The pussy drool flowed like never before. It was really a river now, or more like some sort of flowing swamp, all sticky and thick and hot. It steamed around my fingers like a stew. I worked my fingers back and forth through it, back and forth, again and again without pausing. I really loved the feel of it as I jammed my fingers inside my cunt. In and out, in and out, I would slip those fingers through me. Back and forth, again and again, I jammed those fingers through me. And oh, it felt so good, you just wouldn't believe it, Doctor. I slid them deep inside me and popped them in and out, in and out, making myself quiver and shiver and gasp. My gasps became louder and louder, until I was very worried that my brother would definitely be disturbed and see me there.
I would certainly have some explaining to do if my brother should wake up and see me standing there, nude to all intents and purposes, with my fingers jammed up inside my pussy. That would take a lot of explaining to him, I could see that. In fact, there would really be no explanation that would make any sense. What could I say to him? That I got my fingers stuck in my pussy and that I ran into his room to see if he would help me get them out? I didn't think he or anybody else would buy that one very quickly.
I slowed my fingers down a little bit now. I didn't want to go too far with that sort of thing. I didn't want to lose complete control of myself. No way did I want to do that. I wanted to hold on and know just what I was doing when I was doing it. I didn't want to be caught with my pants down, so to speak. And he could have caught me in that state in the most literal fashion, of course.
At last I had to touch that cock of his. I couldn't stay away from it a moment longer.
No, I certainly couldn't do that. I wanted to feel that damned thing and I was going to feel it. And I was going to do more than that if I could get away with it. That was what I thought at that moment. Oh yes, I wanted to get away with as much as possible. I wanted to do everything and leave no trace of what I was doing. I wanted to get away with murder. I wanted to commit incest, Doctor, yes, that was what I wanted, all right. I thought I could get away with it. In fact, I was sure I could get away with it. But I had to be careful. Oh yes, I had to be very careful if I was going to get away with this one, this time. I didn't really think of getting caught, but I knew that it was a very definite possibility. After all, we all know how people sleep and how they can be disturbed by the least little thing. They certainly can be. I know that I've seen it happen many times and there was no reason to think that it might not happen with this brother of mine.
But even with all the risk involved I could not keep from doing what I felt the very strong need to do. With a hand stuffed against my cunt, I brought the other one down to him, touching his belly, waiting for a reaction if there was going to be one. Then I slid the fingers down through the curly hairs growing over his cock. I touched his prick then, just at the base. I shivered. I reached down further, running the palm of my hand out along the length of his throbbing piece of meat. It was so long and sexy that I could hardly control myself when I was crouched there looking and touching it. God, I was creaming my thighs at that point. Hot, wet pussy juice was streaming down from my pulsating, twisting, quivering cunt.
I held my breath as I closed my fingers around his cock and squeezed. He made no sign that he was being awakened as I did this to him. He showed no sign of sensing that something was wrong. No, he seemed to go on sleeping contentedly, which was all I wanted to see, in fact. He was sleeping, and he was a lovely figure, and I was loving feeling his cock the way I was. It was a wonderful sensation, and it was turning me on something awful, making me shiver and shake and lose my grip, or almost lose it. I knew there would be big trouble if I really lost my grip, so I didn't go all the way. I maintained. I controlled myself and let the pleasure and the intense sexual excitement grow and grow every moment. It was almost too much for me to do it like that but I managed, somehow I managed. I licked my lips and swallowed hard and stared at the throbbing cock in my hand. I shivered as I realized how easily it would be for me to let a scream escape my lips.
I didn't want trouble. I might seem like a big troublemaker, someone getting into predicaments that I have no business being involved in, but I really didn't want the kind of ugly scene that might ensue if my brother were to wake up and see me there. No, I definitely didn't want that. The chances that he would look at me and see what I was doing and actually respond and enjoy every bit of it was a little too far-fetched for me to believe. I was more convinced that he would freak out at first, even if he might see it in a different light at some later time. It was the initial reaction that counted, after all, and that was what I was worried about.
The need to have my brother's cock within me somehow still burned deep in my bones. I couldn't go away from this gorgeous and sexy sight just yet. No, I had to stay with it. I had to go a little further along the line with this thing and see just where it would lead me, almost test myself to see what I could get out of it. I gripped his cock and lifted up on it. I let it throb. It was a glorious sensation. I simply loved it and didn't want it to ever end. No, I really didn't want this one to ever end. I didn't want it to be some quick and sneaky thing that would only last a matter of minutes. I wanted it to be something that we could do together and take as long as we needed to get it done with. But then again, I realized that a good part of the thrill of this whole situation was its secretiveness, its danger, the element of risk involved. Yes, that was what made it so appealing. I probably wouldn't have felt half as thrilled if there was no danger involved in it. That's something in my makeup, I guess, that makes me do things that could really blow up in my face. There certainly must be some reason for the way I do things, when I do them like this. It is probably the illicit thrill of incest that made it so very exciting to be there in the bedroom with my brother's cock in my hand, throbbing away like crazy as I squeezed on it, and the warm sperm drooling down into my lingers.
The muscles in that cock of my brother's was so strong that it was throbbing like some wild animal against my grip. I wasn't going to let go of it, no matter how much it throbbed against me and begged to be released. Somehow, no matter how much I squeezed it, my brother continued to sleep. For a passing moment I wondered if he was possibly faking it and he was really quite aware of everything that was happening and just didn't want to cause a scene by stopping it or by giving it his open approval and letting me go on when I knew he was wide awake.
I squeezed tighter on the cock. I ran my thumb up over the head and wiped it over the top. I felt his warm sperm drooling out. It felt wonderful. I could only thrill to the idea of feeling a whole wad of it shooting out against my mouth. That would be just too much for words and I wondered if I would be able to have something like that happen and not scream out in ecstasy about it. I thought that would be testing my will just a little too much.
I brought my hand back to my mouth now and tasted the warm sperm. My brother's warm sperm. Yes, it was wonderful to the taste, sparkling and hot and fresh and salty.
I sighed deeply as I tasted that come. It made me want more and more of the come. I couldn't get enough of it, or at least that was what I thought right at that moment. The fluid rolled down my throat as I sucked it off my fingers. I desperately wanted to take that whole cock into my mouth and suck away on it, suck hard, running my mouth up and down, back and forth, again and again, faster and faster.
I wanted to suck the boy off and make him come. I wanted him to come harder and longer than he had ever come before in his entire life. I wanted to taste all of that come, too, feel it sliding down my throat and right into the pit of my stomach. Yes, I wanted it so very much, I really did.
But sucking him off would only be the start of what I wanted from him. Oh yes, I wanted much more than that, I was sure of that much. Yes, indeed I was. I wanted that cock of his to go into my cunt. I wanted him to fuck me like he knew nothing else in the world but that. Yes, I wanted cock, fucking away at me, faster and faster, making me come even as he was racing to come himself. That would be good. I knew it would be better than anything I ever got with ordinary boys. But this would not be an ordinary boy. This would be my brother, and that was something special, no doubt about that. My brother. God, it was such an arousing thought. I don't know if it was just the thought that did it or if it was the fact that my particular brother was so wildly appealing. I don't know for sure which it could be, but I certainly know that it was a wildly arousing idea.
Oh God, this would only be the start if I had my way, I was thinking. I would swallow him whole and make him come after I had sucked him for a while. And then I would make him ready again very shortly thereafter. Then it would be time to fuck. Yes, it would be time for some heavy fucking between the two of us. He would be throbbing, good as new. I saw myself climbing up over him and opening my pussy wide for him. And then I would lower myself, down and down, right over that throbbing cock of his, swallowing it up inside my heaving, boiling pussy. I would eat it up with my hungry cunt. And then, when the cock was all the way inside me, I would start bouncing up and down on him, up and down, faster and faster, making us both gasp and shake with pleasure. He would start thrusting the cock up into me, harder and harder, faster and faster all the time, till both of us were gasping with ecstasy. I had Cindy stop at that point and asked her to come back and continue her story during a second session together. She agreed, saying that there wasn't much I could do for her if she only told me that much of it, even though there wasn't a lot more that had to be said.
INTERVIEW TWO
Cindy was anxious to begin our second interview. She was dying to get out the things that had been bothering her all this time. She wanted to tell me right down to the last erotic detail about her craving for her own brother. It was something I was very interested in. She was truly an extreme case of something that I have seen only rarely. It is not often that brother and sister come this close, and where the sister has such an affection for a younger brother, and when that affection is on such an obviously sexual level. This is certainly most unusual, but I could see after the first interview that Cindy was indeed a very unusual girl. I was really looking forward to hearing more about her.
Well, Doctor, I was really fantasizing as I stood there in his room looking down at my adorable baby brother with his cock hanging out and throbbing away like crazy. It was quite a sight, to tell you the truth. I don't think I have ever seen anything quite as beautiful as that cock of my brother's. The fantasy continued to whirl around in my head for a while longer, around and around without stopping. The scene was nearly life-like I was dreaming it so intensely. But when I snapped out of it I saw that there was a real fantasy scene in front of me.
His voice was still ringing in my ears, an imagined voice moaning, "Fuck me, sis, fuck my cock, stick that pussy of yours down on my throbbing prick and fuck yourself on my hot, throbbing dick! Do it, do it now!"
In reality at this moment my hand was pumping on my brother's cock. It was really rigid by now. I pumped up and down, up and down, again and again. Wet, warm, sticky fluid flowed down over my fingers. My lust increased to a dangerous level. I leaned closer to him, my head now just a few inches from his sleeping figure and his throbbing prick. My hot, panting breath blew against the throbbing head of his dick. I opened my mouth wide. My tongue fell out and licked wetly at my trembling lips. The temptation was becoming overwhelming. I knew I would give in to it this time, perhaps more dangerously. than ever before. Yes, this time I would definitely go as far as I could and not get caught. And in the excited state I was in right then, the distance I could go seemed pretty far. I was going to live dangerously on this one, no question about that. I was going to go further than I ever had with dear, sleeping brother.
The temptation was just too much. I couldn't control it. I had to feel that cock of his with some more sensitive, warmer part of my body than my hand. That was not good enough. No, I needed something else, something better. I had to taste that beautiful boy's cock. I had to taste that long, throbbing cock with its long shaft and bloated red head. I nearly fell over him with excitement when my lips finally did touch the cock, right on the swollen head. Some of his drooling sperm stuck to my lips. I put my tongue out and licked a bit of it off. I shivered at the erotic taste of it. Then I licked for some more. I pressed my lips to him again. I kissed my brother's cock. It was a passionate kiss, but I ended it before I got too carried away by this new development in-my illicit relationship with my sleeping brother. But I did have to have a bit more to satisfy myself for the time being, and I let my lips run down along the muscled shaft. Once I started it was distinctly difficult to stop. I kissed my way to the base and felt his soft, curly pubic hairs against my lips.
Suddenly, he shifted in the bed. It scared me, he did it so suddenly like that.
He sighed and breathed deeply. His legs fell wider apart and the erect prick throbbed up at me. I kissed his dangling, hairy balls and then lifted my lips to the head again and took it into my mouth. I sucked the head inside and then a bit of the shaft too, pressing my mouth against him, closing my eyes, wanting to remember this moment, remember what I felt exactly, how the cock felt in my mouth, the smell of it, the textures and everything about it. I didn't want to ever forget any of this. The thing was that this would have to do me until the next time I worked up the nerve or the urge got too great, and I came creeping into my brother's bedroom like this and played with his cock on another occasion.
He moaned softly. My brother muttered something and for a moment I panicked. I opened my eyes after having had them closed while I was responding to some of the ecstasy that was moving all through me. I didn't let the cock out of my mouth, however. I was not that scared that I would give up the real treat that my mouth was enjoying at that point in time. No, I didn't want to lose that taste so soon.
I wondered what his reaction was going to be if he did wake up now. It would certainly take some explaining. Or would it? I wondered. Maybe it was not going to take any explaining at all Maybe he would understand everything just in his first glance, seeing his gorgeous sister hanging over him, her mouth full of cock, his cock as it happens. Would the boy enjoy what he saw or would he be shocked by it? I didn't know. I couldn't predict. My brother was a funny sort and certainly very unpredictable. I couldn't be sure if he would panic and go out of his mind with disgust, or if he would really get off on it and say, "Yeah, sis, let's fuck!"
He didn't wake up, as it turned out. But I knew I had come close enough to being caught for my sort of comfort. As much as I desired him, I still wasn't up to confronting him with my desires. It would still have to be my secret. It would still have to be my secret fantasy that no one would find out about. I was going to make quite sure that no one found out about it, that much was certain. I didn't want anyone to know what sort of pervert they were dealing with, after all. No, that would not be good if they knew something like that. I especially didn't want my brother finding out that sort of shit about his own sister. How could I ever face him again? Well, that was the thought I had at that moment.
I lifted off the cock and pushed myself away from the bed. I took one last glimpse of the cock in all its thick glory and then placed the covers over his naked body. I turned and tiptoed out of the room, closing the door behind me. When I was out in the hall I leaned my back against the wall and let out a deep sigh. It felt like I had been holding my breath for the last five minutes. When I was breathing normally again, I quickly went down the hall back to my own bedroom, knowing that my sister would still be sleeping soundly. And she was. That is, if I hadn't miscalculated the whole thing and returned to find her wide awake and wondering what on earth I thought I was doing wandering around the house with barely any clothes on, my cunt hanging out like it was.
But she was asleep and I didn't have to make any explanations for her. I tried to make myself act as calm as possible as I returned to my bed, just in case my sister should suddenly wake up and see me. I didn't want to be caught rushing back into bed and alert her suspisions. I glanced at her cunt again. It was still hanging open, still moist and pink and wonderful to look at.
It was silly, really, all of this worrying and nervousness. If she had seen me I could easily have said that I was simply going to the bathroom, but I didn't think in simple terms like those. No, I had to think that I had my guilt written all over my face, and whoever saw me in a difficult situation would know at once that there was something very wrong about my behavior and the next thing you knew I would be standing around and answering a lot of funny questions.
I climbed into my bed and stretched my legs out. I looked over at my sister before I responded to the strong wealth of feelings that moved through me. My pussy was sopping wet. The juice was running all down my leg like you wouldn't believe. When I banged my thighs together there was a loud squishing noise. It took my breath away to hear it. I closed my eyes and smiled and thought about that brother of mine lying in there with his cock hanging out, his beautiful, long, throbbing cock.
How I wanted to have that cock of his up between my legs! I wanted to feel it throbbing away inside of me. Yes, I wanted to feel a hot cock moving up between my meaty thighs, jamming inside my pussy, making me come, making me scream and groan and shake all over the place.
I made sure once more that my sister was not awake and then I smiled to myself and let my fingers slide down through my body and down to my pussy. I pressed them inside my cunt, pushing them right in there and twirling them around and around, moving them back and forth. God, it felt wonderful. I just couldn't believe how good that felt. I didn't want to stop doing it. Not at all. I wanted to keep it up for as long as I possibly could. Yes, I wanted to feel this good forever, if you know what I mean. I just didn't want that kind of pleasure to ever end. No, I wanted it to just go on and on, never stopping, never ending.
I worked my fingers back and forth through my pussy. I pushed them deep inside my cunt and never let them out until a full convulsion of pleasure had worked its way through me. Back and forth, back and forth, I jabbed my fingers into my cunt. The cunt was so sopping wet with my pussy juices that it practically floated in on a tide of them as they flowed back and forth inside my hole.
"Oh God, ohhhhh, that's good," I moaned to myself as I fucked myself with my fingers. "Ohhhhh, yes, yes, that feels so good, so fucking good, oh yes, yes, I can't stop ... I can't stop now. I have got to feel that cock jammed inside my pussy. I want it so bad, so bad, I really do!"
I almost forgot that my sister was there, I was so excited by what I was doing. I continued doing it, pushing my fingers deep inside my pussy, twirling them around and around, then dragging them back, almost letting them out of my cunt before sliding them back inside all the way and taking my breath away. Back and forth, faster and faster. I didn't know which was better, faster or harder, though I could tell for certain that I liked both treatments. I pushed the fingers deep inside, till I felt almost as if I had swallowed up the fingers and they could never find their way out again. That, I knew would not be the worst thing that could possibly happen to me. No, not by any means. I thought that the idea of having my hand deep inside my cunt like that was something very nice indeed. I wanted to shove my whole arm into my sopping, tingling cunt. Yes, I was excited, in a state of heat like I had hardly ever felt the like of. And it was all caused by that little brother of mine with the big cock. He was the one who put me into that state of being, all nervous and jumpy and full of pussy juice, flowing over the brim and down my leg.
"Oh God, ohhhhh, that's so good, that's so fucking good," I moaned, biting into my lower lip as I twirled the fingers around and around. "Oh yes, yes, that's good, that's so damned good ... oh shit, yes, yes, it's good, it's so very good ... ahhhhhhhhh!"
Back and forth, the fingers played with my cunt. I could hardly stop them. They bounced in and out of the hot hole. Every inch that my fingers captured sent me reeling with pleasure. I closed my eyes again and just let it flow over me. There was a wealth of sensation in my cunt now. I could hardly believe what I was feeling. It was so good that I couldn't stop what I was doing at that point even if my own father came in there and saw me, and believe me that would be pretty humiliating and horrifying if he did catch me doing something along those lines. I would never be able to face him again after doing something like that. And I really don't know what exactly his reaction to it would be. He might completely flip out to see his own daughter masturbating in front of him. There was always a chance that he would take it rather lightly and just pretend that it hadn't happened. But I wasn't really expecting something like that to happen. No way. I was more expecting something along the lines of a very strange look and then a few words of warning and then another look of disappointment, and that would almost be worse than if he went berserk at me. This way I would still not be able to look him in the eye after he had seen me do something like this. It would be almost impossible for me to get away with that. No, I just wouldn't be able to do it, I was quite sure of that. I would certainly crack if I was caught by my father in such a situation.
And even with all of that I could not stop myself from doing what I was doing. No, I had to keep going, keep jerking off. I could not possibly stop sticking that hand of mine in and out of my cunt. I pushed deep inside it and twirled the fingers around some more. My juices flowed over my finger as they were turning. It was almost like churning butter. The cunt spew shot all around my fingers, more and more all the time. I was really wet. I couldn't remember when I had seen my cunt this particularly wet. It was a mess, a first class mess.
But that messy cunt of mine was certainly giving off a lot of pleasure. It was almost more pleasure than I could stand, and yet I had no intention of stopping or doing a halfhearted job. No, I was destined this time, destined to be giving myself a really first class orgasm, something I would be thinking about for many weeks to come. I pushed my fingers in deeper. I pushed them in so far that it finally hurt. But I didn't stop. I pushed them back and forth, back and forth, twirling them around and around, faster and faster, yes, more and more, never stopping, going on, faster, faster, never stopping what I was doing. It felt so wonderful that I couldn't see to stop what I was doing no matter what the danger might become of it.
I even pushed back the covers from my legs in my excitement. What did I care about covers? I didn't care if anyone saw what I was doing? It didn't make a damn bit of difference, I told myself. Masturbating was natural, I was sure of that, and if my parents had to have strict rules about such things that felt so good then that was their business, pure and simple. I couldn't be bothered. All I was interested in was pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure, and I was going to see what I could do to find it. I was going to look everywhere, too. I was not going to rest until I found exactly what I was looking for. But that was not going to be hard. I had found it and now I was getting it in double doses. I continued moving those fingers of mine through my cunt, in and out, back and forth, faster and faster.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, that's so good, that feels so good, yes, yes, it does," I moaned out loud. I hoped that my sister wasn't watching but by now I was too pleasure-ridden and preoccupied to check out such things as that. "Mm mm mm mm, my cunt, my cunt, it's on fire, yes, yes, it is, ohhhhhhhh, I love it, I love it when my cunt gets all sticky and cold and freezing and slippery. What is going on here today. My cunt ... my cunt is the one! Ohhhhhhhhh! But my fingers are not good enough. No, my fingers are just not good enough. I want to eat my food the usual way. But that is okay for this time. I want to have a cock jammed up my cunt so bad that it hurts, it literally hurts to think about it ... these fingers of mine are not going to rest yet, though. No, they are working overtime. Faster and faster, in and out of my cunt, never stopping, never slowing down one bit. It was an incredible scene and it seemed to have just started within me. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! My fucking cunt ... yes, yes, yes, I'm going to come, I'm going to come ... shit, shit, shit, I wish my brother were here now. I wish he was here with that big dick of his, that throbbing, pulsing, huge, beeautiful dick of his, that's what I want, that's what I want ... I want my brother to fuck me. I want him to send his throbbing dick up inside my pussy. This pussy of mine is nice but no matter how good it feels it would be working better with a big, wet, red cock inside it, pumping away and making me come with every fucking stroke of his cock. I wanted cock inside of me and all I was getting was fingers. I looked over at my sister. She was sleeping peacefully. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I couldn't believe that I was masturbating in my room only a few feet from my sister who could see that I was doing it very simply if she were to wake up suddenly as most people do when they wake up. It would be quite a shock for her to see me doing that. I don't mean to say that I don't suspect she masturbates. It's probably when there is no one around. Then she probably does it. I'm sure of it. We'll have to see if we can run her down, catch her at it some time. She had the very prim, proper face for it. She's probably as kinky as can be. She probably does stuff that I wouldn't even dream of doing. Yeah, that's the sort of things she does. So don't think that I am the only one of my kind in the family. For all I know that sister of mine may have similar feelings to mine and may want to fuck our brother herself. That would be hysterical.
I continued jerking off. I ran my fingers deep inside my cunt and tore them around and around. Back and forth, back and forth, I slammed my fingers into my cunt. It was quite a thing to see. I'm sure that you would have your breath taken away from you.
"Oh God, I'm going to come," I moaned loudly. "I'm going to come and it feels so good, so very good, oh yes, yes, yes, it does ... I love it, I love that feeling in my cunt right now ... I don't want to feel anything else, no, no, nothing else, this is everything, this is the best, so good, so beautiful ... ahhhhhhh, I love it, I really love this feeling, it's exquisite, yes, yes, it is, it is so good, so fucking good ... ohhhhhhhh, God, give me some loving, brother dear, my darling brother ... ohhhhhhhhh, yes, yes, yes!"
My fingers seemed so far inside my cunt that they would never come out. I plucked them out and then jammed them right back inside again.
And then I felt myself really starting to come. The sensation rose up through me, a rising, twisting, twirling sensation. I could hardly believe that I was feeling something as good as that. It was wonderful. I didn't want it to end. I didn't want any of this to end. I still wanted the opportunity to fantasize about my brother and go in there to his room and look at him and see his cock and play with it and even put it in my mouth.
So you tell me what you think of that, Doctor? Is that pretty weird or not? What do you think about that? Don't you think that I'm pretty hung up on that brother of mine? So what can I do about it for God's sake? I would certainly like an answer to that one.
But maybe it won't be too easy to get one. I know how these things can be..
And with that we ended our interview.
CONCLUSION
This girl had a big problem. Her libido was coming on much too strongly for her to handle all of its strange and new impulses. I had several ways of working with her on this, to make her more controlled about these things. I hope that we will have her fully recovered from her strange lust before very long.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Judy H. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Judy was certainly one of the loveliest girls it has ever been my pleasure to meet, I must admit. She was just the sort of girl I could go for if I was a couple of decades younger. But that it neither here nor there. The girl had a problem and it was my responsibility to help her solve that problem. And that was just what I intended to do. Because she was so lovely I felt a special need to try and cure her of her problem.
I don't know when I started having these feelings I have towards my father. I guess it must be the very unusual circumstances of our family that accounts for my perverse inclinations towards him. I don't really know. I guess that's why I'm here talking to you, Doctor, so you can tell me what I've done wrong, why I've felt the way I feel, and why I've done the things that I have done and that are bound to affect me for the rest of my life.
You see, my father left the family when I was very young, and we never heard anything from him for the longest time. And then one day, out of nowhere, he just showed up again. There he was, smiling and happy and ready to join the family again. I hardly recognized him from when he used to live with us, when he was truly my father instead of the stranger that he had become in the interim. I didn't know what kind of work he had been doing, but whatever it was it kept him in good health and top shape. He was quite handsome, and I could see how my mother refused to hate him even after he had abandoned us for so long. But she should have known that he was a rascal. I was one to find it out for myself. I don't mean to say that he is entirely responsible and should take all the guilt on his shoulders. Not at all. I know that I played a very big part in what happened. Without my own strong desires and willing perversity, he would never have tried anything with me, I am quite sure of that. I think that he is a rascal but he is not a rapist and you could not say that I was molested. I went along quite willingly, getting quite as much pleasure out of it as he did. Yes, I got myself into that predicament. The only way that you can say that my father is more responsible than I am is if you pursue the idea that because he is older and wiser and I am just a brat of sixteen, then he should have kept me away from this sort of temptation. But I am almost an adult, and you could not really say that he had ever taken the position of his daughter's keeper. You almost had to ignore the incest angle to this thing and just look at it as two people who were very attracted to each other and acted upon their feelings. That was what happened between us and you can judge how right or wrong it must have been at the time.
I don't know, Doctor. Can you say that under the same circumstances you would have resisted any better than my father did? I mean look at me, I'm a pretty gorgeous specimen, right? Big tits, wide, round ass, fat, hot pussy. Any guy would have to be crazy not to want to fuck the-likes of me, that's what I would have to say, in all modesty.
You'll want to know the details of what led to the sexual congress between us, I suppose, so let me set the stage for you, Doctor. As I said, my father returned to the home after being away for quite a long time. None of us was expecting to see him ever again and we more or less gave up thinking about him. Maybe not my mother, though. I have a feeling that she still thought of him from time to time, but then she knew him the longest and was the one who had slept with him.
After the initial shock had worn off we were all delighted to see him. He was gone long enough so that we didn't hold much bitterness towards him any more. No, almost all of that had worn off. And he was such a charmer, almost a con man, if you will, that he neatly kept us off the subject of his having run away all those years ago.
He was a charmer, all right. He charmed the panties right off of me, and I'm sure that he did it to an endless stream of women in all the places where he had been wandering since he left us.
We were having a great time with him while he stayed with us. Everyone was enjoying his company, and I think you could say that I was enjoying it most of all. I was showing him off everywhere. I was taking him to meet my girlfriends and we were going to all of the places where I usually hang out, the malt shop and the like. And he was borrowing my mother's car in the afternoon to come and pick me up from school. I felt really happy now that he was there. It was like he was filling some gap that had been there till he arrived. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly but I knew that it was very good for me having him there. Or so I thought, in my deluded, selfish way. In that sense, I guess you can say that all of this led to the inevitable. If we were getting closer and closer why didn't I predict that we would finally get as close as two people can get, and have sex together? I don't know why things turned out the way they did. Surely a daughter can have love and respect for her father without wanting to go to bed with him, but in my case that just seemed to be the logical extension of my feelings. Now I don't mean to say that anything would have happened if he had not made the first move, but I'm trying to say that I was ready for it, and I was only too eager once my father made his intentions known to me. Then you couldn't have beaten me off of him with a stick.
Well, the inevitable as I say, finally happened one evening when we had the house to ourselves. Everybody was out somewhere for the whole evening. We returned from dinner where we had been drinking a lot of wine with it. I was pretty tipsy and in a real good mood. My father was saying some very funny things and was even more charming than usual. I should have known that something was in the air but I just didn't sense it in time, I guess. I don't know. Maybe I didn't want to sense it till it was too late.
We were home and we were joking around. I don't remember when we started touching each other. It was just a lot of playful business in the beginning. Nothing more than that, I can assure you. I don't think that it was in my mind to let it lead into something more, though it might have been an idea in my father's head at that point. He certainly moved fast when he did move.
"Jeeze, did I tell you what a beautiful, sexy girl you've become, baby?" he said to me, hugging me and patting me on the ass. "Yes, you certainly have. I can't get over it. When I left you were just a toddler. Who would have ever known that you would turn into something as beautiful as this, hm? It's quite amazing. I guess it's mostly your mother's doing that you're all such beautiful children. She's beautiful, too. A real sexy woman, even if she is in her forties."
"Well, you're sexy too, Daddy," I said. It seemed like the appropriate thing to say. I wanted to soothe his ego because I liked him so very much. I liked him a lot and I would have done anything for him. I did do anything for him.
"Oh, baby, you don't know how exciting it is to hear that from you ... that I really appeal to you, that I'm not just a doddering old man to you. Shit, I really envy those boys at school who get a crack at you."
I said to him, "A guy like you doesn't have to envy anybody, Daddy." You can take that as a come-on if you will. I don't know why I said it, but I said it, and I took the consequences, and quite willingly as a matter-of-fact.
"You don't know how much I want you, baby ... I've wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you," he said to me with a look of lust.
He eyed me hungrily. He moved his mouth against mine and grabbed me around the waist. My heart felt like it was beating at twice its normal speed. He pulled me tighter against him. I opened my mouth wide to his lips. We kissed soulfully. I was a little drunk and I was very excited and hot. I wasn't asking myself if it was right or wrong, I was only telling myself that it had to be. His tongue entered my mouth and I responded as excitedly to that rubbery flesh moving between my lips as I would if it were a cock rather than his tongue. I moaned and shivered and clung to him tightly. My blood boiled over. I got more and more excited. I could feel my pussy juice shooting out like a waterfall. I knew there was no turning back at this point. It was going to happen and nothing could be done to stop it, I was sure of that. I was going to be fucked by my own father.
"Oh, oh, fuck me, Daddy," I heard myself moan and I thought for a moment that it was some other girl who was saying that. This man did not seem to be my Daddy at all at the moment. He was just a handsome, charming stud who was going to give me just what I wanted in life. That is all that I wanted. I wanted his cock in my hot, quaking pussy.
I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his prick. It was big and fat and meaty and I glanced down at it while Daddy ran his lips over my face and throat and saw that it was already getting hard. It was very hard, harder than any boy's cock that I had ever seen before. It was wonderful, Doctor, to have such a hard cock in my hand. I liked the feel of his hard cock and I liked the way that it got even harder in my hand as I stroked it.
And then I wondered what it would taste like, and I determined to find out. I was somehow sure that he would not mind. I mean, how could a man mind if a pretty girl like me sucks his cock. I thought that that was the most natural thing in the world.
And I pulled away from him and lowered myself down and I heard him groan as I moved my face over his man-root. It was like a spear, I thought. And it was going to stab me. But, strangely, I was not afraid of being stabbed by that spear. That weapon was something that would make me a better girl when it was in me, I kept thinking.
And then everything changed. Everything changed for the worse, and my father erupted in the strangest way. He seemed to turn into a monster right in front of my eyes.
Oh, Doctor, I cannot talk about that change right now. I cannot talk about it. Please, let me go. Don't make me talk about it. I will try to tell you about it during our next visit. I promise, Doctor. I just don't want to be made to talk about it right now.
INTERVIEW TWO
The next week, Judy came back to see me. She seemed to be more assured of her own intentions, but she still faltered. I suppose that she knew that she would have to tell me about what happened with her father sooner or later, but she tried to put off the inevitable. She talked about my fee and wondered how much this was going to cost her, as if money was the most important thing in the world to her. I played along with her game for a little while and then I asked her point-blank if she was going to tell me about what happened with her father or not. She sighed and she started the story, one of the strangest that I have ever heard in all my years of practice. And yet the story is also very traditional and points up many things about the usual incestuous relationship.
I did not even get a chance to really suck his cock like a lover should, Doctor. He got real angry right away and he started to stand up and I rolled off him and fell onto the floor.
"You fucking slut!" he screamed. "You worthless, little slut! You would even suck your own father's dick, wouldn't you?"
"But, Daddy," I cried out, almost in tears as I lay there, frightened and hurt by his sudden rejection. "I thought that you wanted to fuck me. I thought that you wanted me to suck your cock and make you feel young and sexy again.
"Fucking slut," he snarled again. "Fucking worthless slut-bag."
"Daddy."
"You have no morals. I knew that I should have stayed home and raised you up right. I knew that I could not trust anyone else to do it. But I wanted to roam around and fuck women and I forgot that I had a responsibility to you and my family. Now you have turned into a little, cock-sucking, worthless whore and I am ashamed of both you and myself, you fucking little cunt. It would serve you right if I did fuck you. If I raped you right now, you would probably love it, wouldn't you, you fucking, little slut?"
I sighed and lifted up my arms and again I spoke before I even realized what I was saying. When I heard the words come out, I knew that they shocked me, Doctor, and I knew that they probably shocked my father even more.
"Yes, Daddy," I sighed, "rape me. Fuck my pussy until I want to break right open."
I guess I was drunk. If I had not been drunk, I would not have said such a thing to him. After all, he was my own father, and I was his daughter. Even though we had not seen that much of each other during my life and even though he was a charmer, I would not have said something like that? to him if I had not been drunk, right, Doctor?
I mean, that was the liquor talking in me, wasn't it?
After all, a daughter does not beg her own father to rape her if she is not drunk. I mean, that was not really me saying those things to him. I mean-I mean-I mean-
All right, god damn it! I did mean it. I did want my father to rape me. I wanted him to fuck me and mostly I wanted him to fuck me because he was my father. I felt that he owed me something for all those years that he had left me alone there in that house with no father to guide me. The least he could do was fuck my cunt. And he was so sexy, Doctor. My father was very sexy. I wanted to feel that big, meaty cock of his in my pussy. That is all that I wanted and I knew that I wanted it because that prick, that cock, that weapon, that spear, that terrible piece of meat that attracted me so much belonged to my father. It belonged it him and he owed me something, Doctor.
Anyway, when I said that to him, when I begged him to fuck me, to rape me actually, he got even crazier and I knew that I was in for it then. He ripped off his own clothes in a matter of seconds and then he stood there naked, growling and handling his own prick and slobbering down on me.
And then he dropped on his knees and he started to tear at my clothes. When he did that, I sighed. I heaved my body to greet his hands, the hands that were coming down on me with such anger. Even though he was stripping me, tearing my clothes off, I could tell that it was not really an act or love or even lust. It was an act of mad anger and that anger was shooting through him like electricity. I knew that that anger was what was really going to conquer him and conquer me too.
When I was naked, my father moved around and looked at me and spread my legs and spit on the hair that grew just above my pussy. I sighed when he did that. I thought that I deserved his spit, the spit that sizzled in that hair. And then my father rammed two of his fingers up my young cunt as if he were trying to break me open there, and I cried out but I wanted him to do that. Yes, I wanted him to be rough with me and make me feel all of those bad things that he probably felt when he looked at me. I cried out and then I spoke to him with all of my pain.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me. Rape my pussy. I am a little whore. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. I want to be fucked by you, you handsome big, stud of a daddy."
And he growled again and he seemed to be like some kind of animal that was caged in the heat. He moved around my body and lifted my hips up and with his hands and squeezed my nice, rounded ass-cheeks and then he drove that cock right into me with all of his fucking anger.
"Oh, Daddy," I sighed when he did that. "That is right. Fuck me. Fuck me like you used to fuck my mother. Fuck me and make me pregnant with your baby."
That was a strange thing to say, but it was something that I wanted. Now I know that babies born of incestuous sex have a lot of problems. They are often deformed or mentally retarded, but I did not care. I wanted my father's baby, Doctor. I wanted him to give me something to make up for all of those years and I thought that a baby would certainly make up for those years. A baby was what I really wanted from that stud father of. mine.
"I will give you a baby," he snarled as he slammed his cock into my cunt again and again. "I will give you a baby that is a girl so that she will grow up and be a whore just like you are and then I will fuck her when she is old enough and give her a girl too. I will fuck girls in my family as long as I live because you will all be whores and you will cry for it. Won't you, slut? I will fuck you and give you a baby girl and then I will fuck her too."
"Yes," I cried. "Fuck me and give me a baby girl and then fuck her too."
It was a strange proposition and I did not really think that I would get pregnant with his baby. But I knew that if I did and if the baby was a girl I would wind up offering it to my father in a few years and telling him, begging him to fuck my daughter and his daughter as he had fucked me.
I squirmed there on the floor and I fucked him back and Daddy leaned over my body and started to spit on me again and again and I loved that spittle, that hot stuff that came down on my tits and my throat and my face. That was also something that he was giving me, something that I deserved because I had grown up without him around there to make sure that I would be a good girl.
I groaned and opened my mouth and let him spit into my mouth and I swallowed his spit because I knew that that spit was just what I deserved. His cock battered my inside and gave me a great heat and he continued to talk to me, to growl to me as he fucked me with his hard spear and gave me no mercy at all.
"You fucking, little whore. I will fuck you worse than I ever fucked your mother. You like it rough. She never did. She was a dish-rag lying there on the bed, but you know how to take it, don't you, slut daughter? You know that you are worthless except for fucking and you know that that tight, sweet pussy of yours is only good for-"
"Yes," I cried. "Yes, my tight, sweet pussy, my whore cunt, is only good for fucking and fucking hard, you stud daddy."
"Fucking piece of shit."
"Yes."
"Fucking whore."
"Yes."
"I will give you a baby girl and then I will fuck her pussy too."
"Yes.. '
And then my daddy groaned one final time and he came. He shot his good come-cream up into my cunt.
"Fucking whore daughter of mine," he cried as he came.
And then, when it was over, he pulled his cock out of my cunt and he looked down on me and he cried out in something that sounded to me like pain.
"Oh, shit! What have I done? I have fucked my own daughter! I have raped my own daughter! I am the worst pervert in the fucking world!"
I lay there with his spittle still running over my flesh and I tried to reassure him, tried to let him know that it was all right with me.
"Daddy," I said. "I wanted you to rape me. I asked you to rape me. Remember, Daddy? I wanted it bad, Daddy. And I hope that I have a daughter by you so that you can rape her too."
"Fuck! What kind of shit is this! What is she saying! Oh, my god! What is my daughter saying to me!"
I don't know who was supposed to answer those questions for him. He was not asking me the questions at all.
And he did not wait for any answers. He just got up and ran out the door. He was naked when he did that. He ran naked into the night. I looked at him as he ran naked out the door and then I heard the car motor start and I heard the tires squeal and I knew that he was gone.
I just lay there on the floor and sighed. Then I heard the crash. I did not even have to get up. I knew what it was and I seemed to know too that my father, the man who had just finished fucking me, was dead, deader than a door-nail. I turned on the floor of the living room and looked out that door into the night and I started to weep.
I wept out of all the loneliness that I had felt in my life, and I wept out of all the terror that I had felt when he had first changed on me, and I hoped again that I was pregnant so that I would be able to have my father's child.
But I was not pregnant, Doctor. I was not pregant and I have not fucked any man since then. I just could not let another man put his dick where my father's dick had been. I hope that you can understand why, Doctor. I hope that you can understand what is going on in my mind.
CONCLUSION
I do understand what is going on in her mind, and it will take a great deal of money and effort and medical treatment before her mind can be set straight again. Her problem is deep. She felt deserted by her father and then, when he showed up in her life again, she felt that that man had to repay her in some special way.
The anger of a child began the lust of a woman and now it is the insanity of a sick woman.
I just hope that Judy will be able to afford my fees. I think that I can help her if she can pay what I will charge.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Leigh P. AGE: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Leigh is a thin, blonde girl who is very cute in a strange sort of way. She is the kind of girl who seems to reek with nervous tension and I thought immediately that that nervousness might be turned into sexual energy if she found the right man to do it for her.
She came to my office one afternoon and sat down and talked to me. I discovered that she worked as a waitress and that she lived alone in the city. She had saved up her money to pay for these visits that she wanted to have, she said, over the past year. She knew she had a problem, but she did not know how to deal with it at all. She hoped that I would be able to help her.
When she started her story, I turned on the tape-recorder and listened carefully as she nervously put her experiences into words for me.
It is my father, Doctor. He was a sailor and I think that is part of the problem that I have with him.
You see, when I was a little girl, he was away from home a lot and I always thought of him as some sort of god-like person. He sailed the seven seas and had great adventures. At least, that is what I thought when I was a little girl.
He was actually a chief petty officer on a stupid steamer.
He retired from the service when I was seventeen years old and he came home to live with me and my mother.
And, suddenly, he was not a hero to me any longer.
He was a fucking slave-driver, and it did not take me long to grow to hate that old bastard.
He used to sit there in front of the television set and watch game shows in the afternoon and cheer on any female contestant who had big tits. And he would order my mother around and tell her that he did not like the way she kept house.
And he would brag about some girl that he had lived with in Tahiti or somewhere like that.
He said that that little girl was the best fuck that he had ever had and he was thinking of going back to her and living with her for the rest of his life in that tropical paradise. I know that that hurt my mother when he said things like that. She loved him. But I wished that he would go back to his tropical paradise and leave me and mom alone.
But it didn't take me long to realize that my father had no paradise to return to.
He did not really have anyone except me and my mother.
You would think that that would make me pity him, but it didn't. It just made me angrier when he told those stories about having a girl in every port. I would look at him and I would think that the only way that he could get a girl was to pay her.
And I was sure that he had done plenty of that during his travels.
I figured that he had fucked a lot of worthless whores in various cities.
He was a fat, ugly, old man, and I had trouble figuring out what my mother had ever seen in him, even years before, when he was younger and slimmer.
I knew I did not see anything in him except fucking garbage and I wanted that garbage out of my house.
I was a senior in high school then and I was dating a guy named Charlie.
Charlie was a sweet boy, a senior in high school too, and I was feeling sort ofI don't know-antsy about him, Doctor.
I knew that most of the girls in my class in high school fucked boys.
And I wanted to fuck Charlie, but he was very sweet and he would never make the move.
Finally, one night, I brought it up and I asked Charlie to fuck me. Even as I asked the question, I knew that I sounded like some teen-aged tramp.
And Charlie was very shocked that I would want such a thing.
"Leigh," he said softly, sitting there in his car, "I thought that you were a good girl."
"I am a good girl, Charlie," I assured him, "but I like you a lot and-"
"Sex should be saved for marriage," he said.
And he turned away from me and looked out at the night that surrounded that car and I knew then that I had lost him. He did not even want to discuss such a thing and I could feel that he did not want to deal with me any more. Charlie wanted a good girl, and he found out that night, I guess, that I was not a good girl at heart.
I felt very sad, Doctor. But I knew that it was my own fucking fault for bringing the subject up at all.
It was just thoughtlessness, carelessness on my part.
And it was also that antsy feeling that I had about sex, my need to discover what it was all about.
But I knew then that I would never make the discovery with Charlie.
And I thought that I was going to cry for sure.
I did not want Charlie to see me cry. I did not want him to feel bad. I understood that he was looking for a good girl and I figured that he deserved a good one, one that was better than I was. So I just got out of the car very quickly and ran into the house.
Charlie drove away almost immediately, disgusted with me, I suppose.
I got into the house and closed the door behind me and then I wept. I cried like a fucking baby.
I knew that it was all my fault, and I knew that everything was going to be my fault for the rest of my life.
And then I saw my father sitting there in his chair in front of the television set.
He was watching some old movie about the
Navy and he was cheering the Navy on.
He was drunk. I knew that. My father was always drunk by that time at night.
I tried just to go past him, but I didn't make it. I was weeping too hard to really see where I was going, Doctor, and I ran right into his chair and knocked his beer can over and spilled what was left of that beer all over him.
"I am sorry," I sobbed to him.
But he did not seem to hear me. He grabbed my wrist and held me down in that chair and cursed me. Cursed me, Doctor! His own fucking daughter! He cursed me as if I were one of his whores that he had hired for the night in some lousy part of some city of the world, some whore who preyed on drunken, ugly sailors-
I can't go on. I am sorry, Doctor. I just can't. I have to get out of here.
INTERVIEW TWO
I am used to having emotional females run out of my office and scream that they could not continue with their stories. I know that they usually come back, determined to tell me what is troubling them, especially after they receive my bill for a full session.
Leigh came back too. She came back the next week and paid for the session that she had walked out on and paid for the second session in advance. Then she sat there in the chair across from me and she started to talk immediately. Her nervousness was still there, but there was also a determination in her voice. She was determined to get this story out. It had been haunting her for too long.
And she was determined to get her money's worth out of me.
All right, Doctor, if that is the way that you want to play the game, I can tell you everything that you want to know. But you better help me, Doctor. If you don't help me, I will sue you. I swear I will. I am only a waitress, but I have my fucking rights. And one of my rights-
Oh, I guess I am wasting my time and, with you, time is money, isn't it?
My money, that is.
I believe I left off last week by telling you that my father cursed me after I had spilled the beer on him. Is that right, Doctor?
Well, did I tell you what he called me?
He called me an island whore. Yes, he called me an island whore.
I don't even know what he meant by that, but, when I heard those words, I thought of that girl he claimed that he had fucked in Tahiti or wherever. He had said that that girl was young and sexy and knew just how to please a man, that she had been trained to give a man pleasure from the day that she was born and that she had been fucking since she was twelve or something like that.
I do not know how truthful my father was when he told that story about his girl in Tahiti, but that is what I thought about when he called me an island whore.
He held onto my wrist and then he grabbed my head and he put his face right next to mine.
I could smell his worthless, beer breath on my face and I almost gagged when I smelled that.
"Island whore," he said, "lick that fucking beer off my pants."
I realize now that he was so drunk that he did not even know the difference between some young girl in the islands that he had probably hired for the night and his own daughter. He was that drunk, stinking drunk, and I hated him more at that moment than ever before, Doctor. I hated him more than I had ever hated anyone in my life.
But he was going to have his way with his island whore, and there was nothing that I could do to stop him. He pushed my face down on his pants and he held me there. My father was fat and ugly and drunk but he was strong, strong with drunken rage, and I could not get up. I smelled that beer and his own sweat and I thought for a second that I was going to throw up all over him.
"Lick it, you island whore," he snarled at me. "Lick that fucking beer off me, you mangy little whore."
And I could not do anything else, Doctor. I could not fight him. He was too fucking strong and he was too fucking mad.
I stuck out my tongue and I started to lick that beer off his trousers.
And then I was almost certain that I was going to throw up, especially when my tongue moved over the wet crotch of his pants and I felt that hardness under me.
My father was getting an erection, Doctor!
His own daughter was licking his trousers and that old bastard was getting hard!
Doctor, that is not right! I knew that!
But there was nothing that I could do. He was strong and mad and he would not let me up.
He was so drunk that he did not even realize that it was me. That is the reason that he could do what he did next. I am sure of that. And he did not really know me all that well, either. He had been away most of my life. Maybe I was not like a daughter to him at all. I am not sure what went through his head at that moment, but I knew that it was sick and perverted and very nasty and scummy.
But I could not fight him when he did it. He was too strong for me.
He started to stand up and he pushed me away from him but he held onto my hair and, when I tumbled to the floor, it hurt me. I whimpered in my pain. I did not scream, Doctor, because I did not want to wake my mother. I guess I knew even then what that bastard planned to do to me and I did not want my mother to see it.
I loved my mother, Doctor, and I did not want her to be hurt in any way.
The bastard stood up and held onto my hair with one hand while he unzipped those smelly, wet trousers with the other. And he pulled out his cock.
That cock was gray and fat and ugly-looking, just like the rest of that old fart.
But he pulled me toward that cock and he snarled at me with a voice that was so angry that it frightened me.
"Suck that cock, you island whore," he said. "Suck it, you fucking, little bitch. I paid good money to get something like this out of you."
And I had to do it, Doctor. I just had to.
I was afraid that he would hurt me back if I didn't suck his cock.
Now, I had been interested in sex just a few minutes before, so interested and so intrigued with it that I had come right out and asked Charlie to fuck me. If he had wanted me to do it, I would have sucked Charlie's cock that night.
But there was a difference, Doctor, a real difference.
Charlie had been my sweet, dear boyfriend and I liked him a lot.
This was my scummy father and I hated that old fart's guts.
But I sucked his cock. I lifted it and sucked it into my mouth and tasted all the sweat and the dirt on it. And I felt the way that I gave the cock life with my own mouth. I knelt before my father and sucked on his prick with everything that I had in me.
The gray cock got harder in my mouth and it got bigger too. Soon it was filling me up with its disgusting flesh and it was battering the back of my throat.
And I kept thinking that this was my father's cock that I was sucking, that this was my own father's gray, nasty cock.
He was too drunk to realize that I was his daughter, but I knew that he was my father.
And I hated him. Oh, god, how I hated him as I sucked on that prick. Even when it was big in my mouth, even when it was hard and I still sucked on it and waited for him to shoot his gism down my throat, I hated him.
Yes, Doctor, I knew that he would shoot down my throat, and I knew that I would have to take it into me and I knew that I would have to swallow it. And I knew that then I would probably throw up with all the bitterness and hatred that was in me. I knew that I had to do that because he thought I was some island whore.
And I felt just like a whore at that moment, Doctor. I knew that Charlie probably thought that I was a whore and I knew that my father thought that I was some whore from his past. And I guessed that, maybe, I was a whore, that something in me drove me to being a whore, and I could not escape my own whoredom, no matter how hard I tried.
So I surrendered to the whore in me and I sucked on my father's cock and waited for him to come in my mouth. I figured that, in some way, that would be better, cleaner, than letting him fuck my virgin pussy.
And then he came.
He shot his load right into me with a groan and he held my head still and slammed his gray, fat, disgusting cock to the back of my throat and he came with spurts down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but then I had to open my mouth and let some of that gism come out of me and run down my chin and land on the floor.
And, when he was finished with his coming, my father pushed me away and staggered back into his chair and stared at the television set. He sat there with his cock still hanging out, dribbling come on his pants, and he cheered for the Navy.
"You're a sap, Mister Jap! Go, Navy! Get those little, yellow fuckers!"
And I ran to the bathroom and threw up, threw up everything that I had inside me. Then I just felt empty, but not completely empty. I still felt that hatred and disgust in me and I knew that part of that hatred and disgust was for my father and part of it, the major part of it, was for myself.
I left home the next day and came to the city. I got up early and left before either my father or my mother woke up.
Doctor, can you help me? I have to learn how to cope with that disgust that I feel for myself. Am I just an island whore, Doctor?
CONCLUSION
This is, in many ways, the traditional tragedy of incest.
I only wonder if Leigh's father remembers what he did.
Probably not. He was drunk at the time, and he probably also does not want to remember the thing that he did to his own daughter. I know from my experience that men have a way of forgetting things that they do not want to remember.
But women, for some psychological reason, have a lot of trouble forgetting such things. They carry the burdens of guilt around with them and let the burdens turn into terrible things as they go over the events of their lives again and again in their minds.
Leigh has blamed herself for something that was not her fault at all.
She had the traditional, teen-aged fascination and wonder about sex, but she was no whore. Both her boyfriend and her drunken father were wrong.
And her father has marked her psychologically with his drunken assault upon her.
I hope that I will be able to help her. Before she left, I returned the money that she paid me for that first session and showed her that I was interest in her for her story and not just for her money.
Naturally, I will charge for future sessions, but I had to show Leigh that I liked her and wanted her to like me.
Such a relationship is necessary if a doctor is going to help his patient.
And I certainly hope that I will be able to help young Leigh.
She seems so helpless and desperate.
I would get great pleasure in helping her to become aware of herself and end her torment.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
Incest is bad. There can be no doubt about that. It harms both parties in the sexual partnership. It is the one taboo that is honored world-wide by all cultures. We should ask ourselves why even primitive people know that sex between closely related people is bad. Why? Because even primitive people are no fools.
Incest breaks down society's barriers and it makes the parent or the sibling, the recipient of one kind of pure and honored love, the lover, the person who receives another kind of lustful love. The case histories that you have read here give you several good examples of what kind of relationship an incestuous relationship really is. Incest leads to terrible things, death, insanity, emotional problems that have to be cured by professional doctors.
So, before you start looking at the big tits of your daughter or sister, before you start thinking that it might not be too bad to give that member of your immediate family a good poking, remember the case histories that you have read about here. Remember these stories and see that, a few minutes of sexual pleasure is rarely worth the torment that people go through as a result of incest. That must be remembered. Incest drives people together but it forces them apart too. A father and a daughter, a mother and a son, a brother and a sister. These relationships are things given by some higher power and they are sweet in and of themselves. When they are marred by incestuous sex, they become confused and oftentimes meaningless. Nothing is gained and everything, every emotion, every bit of peace of mind, every bit of freedom from doubt, everything is lost.
