For generations one of the most popular social games has been that of word association. This is a game where a player chooses a word and addresses it to his partner. Without thought and on reaction alone, the partner snaps back a word that is related to the original word selected. For example, fork for knife; ball for bat; camera for pictures; and so on.
If one were to hear the word incest, likely the associated word would be taboo.
With all the countless numbers of books in print on the topic of sex, it borders on the incredible when one realizes the paucity of documentative information regarding the subject of incest. Upon reflection, however, one can begin to understand the reasons for this avoidance of sex's stepchild. It is truly one of society's most notorious taboos a behavior that is extremely difficult to unearth, except under the most professional of standards.
Can any form of human activity be lower on the human barometer than that of a mother having intercourse with her son, a daughter with her father, an aunt with a nephew, an uncle with a niece not to mention the homosexual side of this aberration? Of course, circumstances can alter a flat reply, but very .few people, lay or professional, believe there is anything more despicable than incest.
Bearing this factor in mind, and since much of sexual behavior is a product of person to person investigation (the case history), is it any wonder then that some pathetic, guilt-ridden soul should tremble from head to toe at the very thought of revealing the details of an incestuous relationship? Thus, the scarcity of information.
Incest, by definition, is sexual intercourse or interbreeding between closely related individuals, especially those who are related or regarded as related within those degrees wherein marriage is prohibited by law. It is considered a, crime against the laws of nature, therefore it is a crime throughout most of the world. And because of the very fact that it is legally defined as a crime, we know that incest exists as a probable daily occurrence.
The ratio of its occurrence is something that is not available to the public in general. It is usually lumped under the collective title of crimes against sodomy laws in public reports, hidden among the rapists, pedophiles, and their ilk. Limited reference sources are available to the public, but most of these are harbored in highly technical manuals.
One such publication is the Journal of Sex Research. In its August 1968 issue, there is an article by Joseph J. Berest entitled "Medico-Legal Aspects of Incest." Within the article, the author writes that clinical experience suggests that the actual rate of occurrence is much higher than official public records would indicate. The results of sexual survey research, such as that of Kinsey, reflect the highest incidence of incestuous behavior between siblings. This is in contrast to the overwhelming majority of cases of father-daughter incest which appear in official public records. There has been very little reported in the literature about mother-son incest relationships.
Incest has been reported in every civilized country. It is assumed to occur at a rate of approximately one per one million persons and is formally charged in three percent to five percent of all sexual offenses. The results of this study suggest a much higher rate of occurrence of incest. The statutes in some of the states define incest also as an act of intermarrying, which means the act of marrying a relative within a forbidden degree, regardless of whether there has been an act of copulation. The degree of forbidden intermarriage is defined by the law in all of the states. Every state law prohibits marriage between parents and children, between siblings, between grandparents and grandchildren, uncles and nieces* aunts and nephews. In some states, sex relations between stepfather and stepdaughter are considered as incestuous.
From official records, we are able to piece together a minute statistical sampling of incestous activity in the United States. In a report formulated in 1956, it was revealed that the total number of sex offenders confined in the New Jersey State Prison at Trenton in May 1950 was 300, of which twenty-four were confined for incest constituting eight percent of the sex offenders. During a ten year period (1952-1962) some 3,432 sex offenders were committed to the Lima State Hospital (Ohio) for observation. Of this number, 249 were incest offenders. Although the ratio of incest offenders fluctuated from year to year (never more than ten percent), the average percentage over the ten year period was 7.33; that is to say, of every hundred sex offenders over seven were convicted of incest.
These are just sample figures and do not necessarily reflect a nationwide or worldwide trend. And since they are official figures, they probably do not reflect the true incestuous activity which has taken place in these areas. Substantial information, as has been pointed out earlier, is just not available.
In Patterns of Incest, R.E.L. Masters states: "Quite plainly, there exists no adequate understanding of incest. By and large, sexologists have neglected or avoided, or at any rate, failed to discuss consummated incest. Compared to the great masses of material available on so many other varieties of sexual experience, the writings are slight."
The main cause of contemporary incest is unknown, but in general, it is safe to say that it is the end result of uncontrollable sex drives. They may be triggered by past conditionings, alcohol, mental deficiences, temporary loss of sanity, ignorance, or even by the tempo of our times.
Like most sexual practices condoned or otherwise, incest can be traced back to the farthest reaches of recorded time. There are many writings about it, and one of the most fascinating is the Egyptian cosmological myth of creation.
It tells of incest committed by the first divine couple: Shu, the god of air, and Tefnut, the goddess of moisture. From this union was born Geb, god of the earth, and Nut, goddess of the sky. They, too, wished to have intercourse with each other. Accordingly, Nut mounted the body of her brother, using the inverted position.
But the sexual embrace between brother and \ sister did not last very long. Their father, Shu, intervened, separating them. The sun god, Re, Shu's creator, forbade Geb and Nut any sexual intercourse for three hundred and sixty days, the length of the Egyptian year. It is interesting to note that the edict was not intended as a ban on incest as such, for incest had already been practiced between Shu and Tefnut. It was merely a ban against the earth (Geb) and the sky (Nut) mingling. Thus, the atmosphere (Shu), in his position between sky and earth, was establishing and maintaining cosmic equilibrium.
This ancient decree still survives in Islam where the inverted position is condemned: "Cursed be he who makes the woman the sky and the man the earth." However, Thoth, who was the patron of science, sympathized with the love between Geb and Nut. He invented five days during which, without breaking Re's edict, they could have intercourse together. It was in this way that Osiris, Isis, Seth and Neftis were born.
Thus, the union between Geb and Nut provided the means by which gods and goddesses, brothers and sisters, could commit incest. Osiris copulated with his sister Isis, and Seth with his sister Neftis. The story of these incestuous couples constitutes the earliest adultery myth, and includes jealousy and murder. Seth became jealous of Osiris and plotted to kill him. In order to accomplish his murder, he persuaded his wife-sister, Neftis, to steal the perfumed dress belonging to Isis, and in its guise, to lie with Osiris on the banks of the Nile. After their love-making, Osiris fell asleep. The watching Seth was then able to approach his brother, murder him, dismember him, and scatter his parts along the Nile. From this traitorous union of Osiris and Neftis was born the bastard Anubis. Eventually, Neftis repented her subterfuge, and helped her sister to search for the dismembered parts of Osiris. Anubis also helped to reassemble his father's corpse, thus becoming the patron of embalmers.
One noteworthy sidelight to the story is that Isis did manage to recover all of the parts of the dead Osiris except one: his phallus. It had fallen into the waters of the river and had been swallowed by a fish the oxyrhynchus. Thus, we have the source of the religious taboo forbidding priests to eat fish, considered an unclean food. And most amazing, the oxyrhynchus does, in fact, bear a striking resemblance to a long foreskinned phallus.
Based on present investigations, incest is still found in isolated areas of the world. According to one such source, the region of the Nkomati in South Africa is inhabited by hippopotamus hunters of exceptional skill. At the beginning of the hunting season, the hunter ritually prepares himself for the expedition that will last about a month. With this object in mind, he retreats to his hut with his daughter, and they engage in sexual intercourse. He then leaves and abstains from sexual activity for the entire period of the hunt.
In a few African tribes where the number of women is excessive, when a husband dies the widow is inherited by one of her in-laws, who may be a son by a different wife (under polygamous circumstances), a nephew, or a brother. The custom, known as levirate, consists of the formal obligation on the part of the widow to marry her brother-in-law.
Prohibitions of incest limit a wife's choice on the basis of endogamy or exogamy. Endogamy is when marriage is allowed only between members of a section of a group, marriage between members of different sections being absolutely forbidden. Exogamy is the system where certain tribes consider themselves interlinked through family bonds and, therefore, may marry outside that line.
Endogamy has been observed in such tribes as the Karanga, Masai, and Nkole. However, real incest consists in the union of mother and son, father and daughter, brother and sister, and violations of the taboo are only rarely permitted. Marriage between cousins is also regarded as incest among a few tribes.
Regarding incest, the Koran (IV, 26) says:
And do not marry women your father married except bygones for it is abominable and hateful and an evil way; unlawful for you are your mothers and your daughters, and your sisters, and your paternal aunts and maternal aunts, and your brothers' daughters and your sisters' daughters and your foster-mothers' and your foster-sisters', and your wives' mothers and your step-daughters who are your wards, born of your wives to whom ye have gone in; but if ye have not gone in, unto them, then it is no crime in you; and the lawful spouses of your sons from your own loins.. . .
In addition to the African settings, marriage of close relatives was viewed with favor in other early cultures. Guatemalan history reveals that incest was once openly approved, going so far as to celebrate particular holidays with public orgies that required men to copulate with their daughters and boys to do the same with their mothers. The Hittites considered marital incest a virtue. So did the Egyptians. It was in Egypt where poetry flourished describing certain lovers as "brother" and "sister." Such unions were commonplace, and in some dynasties it was compulsory for the heir to the throne to marry his sister. The Ptolemys, the successors to Alexander the Great, practiced marriage between siblings for three hundred years.
Cleopatra, goddess of the Nile, Queen of Egypt, lover of Mark Anthony, seductress of Caesars and kings, the fascination of history -Cleopatra the woman was the end product of many generations of interbreeding.
Roman nobility, exemplified by a long line of both tyrannical and tolerant rulers, ranks high in the annals of incest. Caligula, murderer and maniac emperor, raped one of his sisters, and eventually committed incest with the remaining two. At the infamous orgies he gave, it was not beyond Caligula's conduct to ravish one of his sisters before the assembled guests. Nero, homosexual and background musician for local fires, was a sex companion for his mother, Agrippina, one of Caligula's sisters. This was a lengthy incestuous affair and ended only when Nero took another woman, Poppaea, to his bed. It is said that Poppaea closely resembled Agrippina, and for what discussional value it may hold, Nero eventually kicked Poppaea to death.
In England, during an age of cultural advance, the poet Lord Byron announced his love for his half-sister through his poems. Some historians claim that Byron's love was twofold; an actual, heartfelt love affection; and the passionately invoked flesh-love of their bodies.
Of course, incest is not relegated to the days of the long past. Today, there are ample cases in police and psychiatric files which tell of fathers training their children from infancy in the ways of sex. Researcher Russell Trainer, in his book The Lolita Complex, reports a case that took place in a Midwestern city. A father, living in ostensible marital harmony, confessed that he had found a total sexual outlet as the lover of his daughter, commencing from the child's eighth year and continuing until she was fifteen. Trainer's investigation revealed that a basic motivation of the adult sexual molester was that he was acting out an unconscious incestuous desire. Case histories indicate that for many adults, their earliest sexual experience was of an incestuous nature. In many such men, the remainder of their lives are devoted to recapturing their first moments of coital awakening. This also applies to the man who exposes himself to women on the street, the exhibitionist. And pertinent to incest, the male molester of a young girl generally proves to be someone she knows and trusts, often a relative or family friend.
"What the facts on the incidence of contemporary incest are," writes Albert Ellis, "no one clearly seems to know, and doubtless even Dr.
Kinsey would have difficulty discovering, since only a fraction of those individuals practicing incest at some time during their lives may ever be expected to admit so doing. Court records, which are quite fragmentary in this respect, would lead us to believe that incest is, in fact, relatively infrequent in this country and is surpassed in infrequency only by very few other sex offenses (such as necrophilia or sexual assault with intent to kill). Moreover, the great majority of incest cases which seem to occur involve a father's taking advantage of his daughter (frequently against her will), while relatively few involve mother-son or sister-brother relations."
It should be pointed out that Dr. Ellis is reporting the findings of court cases and not necessarily a factual poll on the number of brother-sister sex relationships. Recent findings (as in the Berest article) are coming to light and indicate that this type of relationship is engaged in to an extent enough to support an in-depth study of it.
Sexual encounters between brothers and sisters is the theme of this work. But more important, this volume isolates itself on the "circumstances" of a given episode, not just on the "act" itself. As stated earlier, circumstances can alter a flat reply to the question of "can any form of human activity be lower on the human barometer than incest?" And although some people consider "circumstances" a copping out or covering up of an out-and-out crime, the author feels that it is a vital element in understanding the total nature of the subject at hand. If the element of circumstance needs a defense, we need look no further than the daily newspaper. A murder trial is in progress. If guilty, the individual's punishment will be meted out according to the circumstances that precipitated the criminal act.
So we present the tragic picture of that brother and sister who merge sexually, and who are truthfully unaware of the wrongness. Whether they are to be pitied or castigated is left to the discretion of the reader. Whether they or society should be held responsible is a decision left to the impartiality and wisdom of some phantom jury.
CHAPTER ONE
The Runaways
"I met Mitch and Jill in a large Northwest city. I was visiting friends and relatives during the 1969 Christmas season.
"While there, I met some young people in the science fiction subculture called 'fandom' enthusiasts who are devoted to the science fiction genre who have a loosely knit awareness of each other across the country. They are usually young, ultraliberal. Many are into the hippie scene.
"I was visiting the pad of one such science fiction fan, and while I was there, rapping about science fiction and fandom, a teenage boy and girl dropped in.
"They were both tall and lean. Both had a strong family resemblance blonde hair, a prominent, straight nose, startlingly blue eyes, high cheekbones and full, sensuous lips.
"Mitch wore his hair long in a Dutch-boy cut shoulder-length, with straight bangs low across his forehead. Jill's blonde hair was almost yellow, several shades lighter than his, and was long and straight, extending six inches below her shoulders.
"Jill had a good body. She wore an old, brown knit T-shirt and old, faded blue jeans, and sandals. She wasn't self-conscious about not having on a bra.
"Her .breasts hung low and pointed, with prominent nipples. They jiggled loosely when she moved.
"She was bonily attractive; she might have been beautiful if her nose had been smaller.
"Mitch had a jagged, old scar on his left forearm. He blinked a lot. He wore a vivid green shirt with billowing sleeves, brown, tight-fitting pants, and green boots.
"It was a long night. We rapped for hours. We became friends. Around three A.M. they invited me over to their pad a few blocks away.
"Around five A.M. Jill casually during a heavy discussion of sex, revealed that she and Mitch were really brother and sister, but were passing as married and were making it with each other.
"The previous summer Mitch and Jill lived with their mother and father in a nice, middle-class home in a large city southwest of Chicago. "They each had a good allowance, friends, had been doing well in high school. Mitch, a senior, was seventeen, and Jill, a sophomore, was fifteen, mature for her age.
"Mitch was in a running battle with his parents about his long hair and his politics; he is a confirmed socialist. Jill was reading everything she could lay her hands on about witchcraft; she was into that scene and wanted to learn magic.
"Their father was indicted for embezzling city funds. It was revealed that he had a young mistress. Well, their mother had a breakdown because of over-dependence on what the kids call uppers and downers, sleeping pills and diet pills. Both parents drank a lot; both smoked.
"The kids took off. 'It wasn't any good,' Mitch explained. 'We had to split to save ourselves from that meat grinder. Shit, they were all the time preaching at us and putting down grass and hippies and communists ... and they were so much worse than anything. That whole capitalist bag, man, is evil."
"Jill said, 'It was a grand turn-off for me. They were so pathetic. It was kind of sickening. I just couldn't watch it anymore. Everything was going down the chute. We just packed a bag and hit the road. We didn't have hardly any money, but we had to go. We just had to go!' "They hitchhiked, heading West. They got two rides and found themselves in a small town at ten o'clock at night. They talked a motel manager into a cut-rate room.
"Jill said, 'He didn't believe we were married. But he didn't care."
"They ate candy bars and drank Cokes for their supper. They sat on the single bed in the small, cheap room and looked at each other. They were scared.
"Jill shifted close to her brother. She pressed against him. 'I'm not going back, no matter what!"
"Me neither!' Mitch felt the softness of his sister's breasts through her sweater and blouse. He felt protective of her, but she was in many ways more sensible.
"Jill was a girl-woman. He had seen her naked a couple of times, and she had seen him naked once in the shower at home.
"He put his arm around her. 'All we have now is each other, sis."
"She hugged him. She had always worshipped him. 'That's all we need.' She rested her head on his shoulder. She felt funny inside. She knew her breast was pressing, molding against his arm and chest. It seemed very sensitive and warm. Her nipple was sticking out and aching. She felt an impulse to rub against him. "She said, 'I guess we better take a bath and wash our socks and things while we can do it."
"Jill adopted a little-mother tone of voice. 'You use the bathroom first. Be sure and wash your hair.' She took a plastic bottle of shampoo from her overnight bag and handed it to him. She ran her fingers affectionately through his blond hair. 'It needs it."
"When she heard him splashing in the tub, she knocked on the door. 'Okay if I come in and rinse out my socks?' She was stripped down to her panties.
"You might see something you shouldn't,' came the reply.
"You, too. But I don't care!' She entered and looked down at him. He was hiding his penis with his legs. The water was sudsy. His long hair was plastered wetly to his head.
"Mitch goggled up at her. 'Hey-"
"You've seen me before. Besides, we're married according to the card you signed. 'Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell Smith,' she giggled. 'Smith?"
"He stared at her naked breasts. His chest tightened up. Jill was tremendously developed for a fifteen-year-old girl. She really had a helluva shape! And the way her tits stuck out -those pink tips ... they made him feel like. ... He saw a few stray curls of blonde pubic hairs sticking through the white nettinglike panties. He said, 'You stole those from Mom!"
"So what? They weren't doing her any good."
Jill ran hot water into the bowl. As she bent over, her breasts hung down like ripe, fat cones, and as she squeezed soapy water through her socks ... as she moved .. .her breasts wobbled and swayed invitingly. Both nipples were like pink stones. She peeked at him in the mirror. She could see him looking, and could see his penis come up out of the murky bathwater. He was getting a hard on! Her belly got icky feelings with excitement. He had a big one, too. God, it was getting long! Her pussy felt hot and wet. She pressed her thighs together as she began to toy with some thoughts in the back of her mind.
"Those thoughts came out in words an hour later as they lay nervously side by side under the light sheet and blanket in the double bed.
"After they had talked a long time about what had happened at home, after they had buttressed each other's courage and determination, Jill said, 'I guess we're going to be .. . we'll have to get used to sleeping together and seeing each other naked."
"Mitch said lightly, 'I can take it if you can."
"She rolled to face him. She was naked except for a clean pair of white rayon panties-her own. Mitch wore white briefs.
"She put her right hand lightly on his chest. She felt muscle tension set in immediately. Her breasts just barely touched his right arm. Her left nipple poked at his skin-provocatively. "She said, 'See? You can't take it. You're getting all tight. We've got a sex problem."
"He didn't move. He was getting an erection. His penis was filling, creeping up his belly inside his briefs. He swallowed. 'Well, shit, you're built! I can't help looking."
"I don't mind you looking. I like you to. I guess I like to look at you, too."
"Mitch said, 'Maybe-' He stopped. "What?' Her nipples felt achy again. She was getting a hot, squirmy, breathless feeling in her belly. She knew if nothing happened, she'd go into the bathroom and masturbate.
"Well .. . maybe we ought to just have a good close-up look at each other, satisfy our curiosity and be done with it. You know. Instead of being up tight and kind of dirty minded."
"That would be healthier, I guess. Girls get curious, too.' There was a short silence. 'You want to do it now?"
"Yeah. Might as well,' Mitch answered. "Jill chewed her lower lip for a few seconds, then threw the covers down. 'Okay. Turn on the light."
"Mitch kicked the covers to the bottom of the bed. He had a roaring hard on, but he didn't care. He was kind of proud of his cock. He reached over to the lamp on the bedside table and switched it on. They squinted in the sudden yellow, shaded, radiance.
"Jill still had her hand on his chest. She saw immediately that he was tremendously hard. His organ was so long it pushed the big glans clear of his briefs' waistband. There was a wetness at the tip.
"She was aware of his gaze at her breasts. She said wonderingly, 'Boys sure get big down there, don't they?"
"You want to see everything?"
"Sure.' She grinned. She sat up and wriggled off her panties as he pushed down his cotton briefs.
"Her throat tightened when she looked at him again and saw his long white and pink shaft throbbing, lifting slightly with a pulsing movement over his belly. She curiously watched the tautness of his sack with its two testicles. It sagged a bit as she looked. She shifted and sat cross-legged facing him, giving him a full view of her open thighs and crotch. Her breasts felt warm and full. The nipples continued to ache.
"She reached down and pulled open her vulva.
"Mitch was tight-throated. He stared at what he had never seen up close in the full light before. He had fucked girls a couple of times, fingered them off, and felt them up a lot, but never had he seen a girl naked like this, wide open.
"He knew some sex anatomy from a limited sex-education course in school. He noticed a small oval pink button of flesh peeping out of the folds of flesh at the top of her inner vulva. 'Hey, I see your clitoris. That's a big one for a girl, isn't it?' He saw the small, gaping pink entrance of her vagina. Was she a virgin?
"Jill was embarrassed. She was trembling slightly, but it didn't show. She felt weak. She answered, 'I don't know . . . maybe bigness runs in the family.' She giggled. 'I get... I get horny a lot."
"No shit?' He glanced up at her face.
"She chewed her full lower lip and nodded. Her big, blue eyes were solemn. 'You do, too, huh?"
"You know it.' Mitch patted his huge erection. 'Look at this thing."
"She looked, and she wanted to handle it. What was it like to touch it? she thought.
"Five minutes later she lay on her back again, her left hand clamped around the middle of his penis, pumping slowly, experimentally, up and down white he filled his hands with her breasts, squeezing, shaping.
"She whispered breathlessly, 'You like that? Is that the way to do it?"
"Uhh-huh.' Mitch glanced down at her pumping hand. Christ! It was driving him crazy! Slow and easy, and there was something about the way her small hand held his cock, the way her fingers were tight on the skin.
"He brought his gaze back to her breasts-her fine body. God, she had nice tits and mouth-watering nipples. He'd sucked on his share of girls' nipples, but Jill had the best-looking ones of all.
"He fingered them gently. Hard as rubber . . . violently pink. The soft, deep flesh of her breasts was entrancing. The skin so smooth, velvetlike, and flawless. He wanted to suck her nipples, but didn't quite have the guts. He couldn't get over the fact that she was his sister. But he knew she wouldn't mind. She'd probably like it. She was obviously worked up. God, she was a hot girl!
"Jill wished he would do something more. She was burning up. Her pussy felt so hot and itchy she wanted to yell at him! But she didn't want to push. He'd been kind of shocked when she had reached for his penis.
"Then she got her wish. He gave a small little whimper and pulled a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard.
"She gasped and put her right hand on his neck and gently indicated she liked it ... wanted it to continue. She began to pump his penis faster. It was like a hot pole in her hand.
"She whispered, 'Oh, Mitch___ Oh, I like that. . ..' She began to writhe. Her lips formed the words finger me, but she did not sound them. Her knees drew up and fell open.
"Mitch had his eyes closed. His face was pressed into the soft warmth of her left breast.
He suckled on her swollen nipple. He could feel the quick thud-thud-thud of her heart.
"His guts were turning molten. His cock felt like it was a yard long. God, she is really jacking me off! he thought. He was going to shoot all over the fucking bed in a minute. He had to stop her, had to.
"Jill knew he was close. He sucked her nipple so hard the sensation was painfully keen. She was breathing heavily, so worked up, so hot. She whispered, without plan, without willing, 'Oh, Mitch . . . do me ... do me, too!"
"He heard. His left hand slid down her belly, into the waiting, undulating hollow of her loins, over the lightly fuzzed plump blonde mound, to the slippery lips of her loose pussy, and his fingers probed boldly, into the flushed pink folds and found the stiffened clitoris.
"Jill spasmed with that galvanizing, delicious touch. She moaned and kissed the top of his head. Her fingers tightened on his penis. She found new strength and endurance. She began to whip the skin up and down in long, fast jerking motions.
"His finger was rotating on her clitoris in a hot pool of her slippery juice. She was in climax! She held her breath and began to shake. Her eyes were glazed. Then she sobbed. She hissed air into her lungs. Her breasts surged against his face. Her hand faltered in its movement. She almost forgot.
"He groaned, 'Don't stop!' His voice was tortured.-"In the midst of her sweet, long-lasting orgasm, she concentrated and kept her hand slamming up and down. She gasped, 'Oh, Mitch, I love you! I love you!' She fixed her eyes on his big penis and willed her hand up and down faster and faster.
"He went tense. An animal cry was torn from him. Then she felt his penis pulse and a small blob of semen flew high into the air. It went clear over her and must have landed on the carpet beyond the bed. She was astonished.
"Another jet of semen arced up and this landed on her hip with a warm splat. Then another-on her belly. And all the while-only seconds-he was digging his finger into her vagina, deep and making agony sounds .. . with her, sobbing. ... It was so good! Special thrills shivered through her as she pumped furiously to give him as much pleasure as possible. She gasped, 'Oh, Mitch, Mitch, Mitch___"
"And then it was over for both of them, and they had to clean up. She was sad. Mitch acted like a criminal. But she said sensibly, 'I don't think that was such a terrible thing to do. Just so you don't put it inside me ... you know. I think we both need sex relief like that once in a while."
"I guess so.' He didn't want to think about it. She was right, but.... He looked over the edge of the bed. 'God, I really shot! Didn't I?"
"'Like a cannon!' She giggled. 'Bam!' She arched her hand in a high curve. She looked at his softened penis. She handled it curiously. It was so pliable and almost cool now. 'Can you shoot that far every time?"
"I don't think so. That was special."
"They grinned at each other.
"Ten minutes later they were asleep. In her sleep, Jill cuddled against her naked brother. Mitch enclosed his naked sister in his arms."
Not too many years ago runaways such as Mitch and Jill would have made solid newspaper copy. A "missing persons" report would have been filed at police headquarters, and an official search would have been initiated. But that was in another era, another lifespan, another totally different way of life . . . that was fully ten years ago.
In the restless seventies, the Mitchs and Jills are much too common to warrant a full operational search on the part of any law enforcement agency, let alone demand newspaper space. True, reports are filed and notification is made to surrounding communities, but in the main, it is a token gesture, a "keep an eye out for them," rather than a "find them."
Haight-Ashbury, the Sunset Strip, and Greenwich Village are locales synonomous with the times. Originally havens for the hippie and then the flower child, they also became a mecca for the teen-ager who was seeking that intangible something that he couldn't (or wouldn't) find in his own home. So now the youngsters, most of them nonhippies, flock to these and other areas like swallows swooping down over Capistrano.
The result of this nomadic syndrome has been predictable. Authorities are hard pressed to cope with what is virtually an uncopeable situation. As one Florida police chief said after a particularly lively Easter weekend, "It's like trying to turn back a tidal wave." Many behavioral experts foresee a continuance of the phenomenon: more family breakdowns, more runaways, more drug problems, and more confrontations between law and youth. Where the answer lies, no one is certain. Some professional people believe that it is merely the symptom of a new and oncoming way of life, the eventual fading away of the family structure as we know it, to be replaced by a socialistic, communal way of life.
For Mitch and Jill, the events leading up to their departure were not uncommon. They were maturing in a hypocritical environment. When parents profess one way of life, then are revealed in their guise of Hyde, the reactions of children are usually one of two: either they endure the situation, or they resist. For those who resist, it is a matter of emotionally hitting back at their parents-or abandoning them.
In the specific example of our case subjects, another factor is of the utmost importance. Both children were emotionally close to each other and, as oiie, banded against their parents. Then, during their flight from convention, they were dependent upon their own behavioral discretions, a predicament innately fraught with danger. Thus it was that they were drawn even closer together, and the scene was set for eventual sexual contact.
In his book Encyclopedia of Human Behavior, Robert M. Goldenson writes: "Brother-sister sex play is not uncommon, but a full incestuous relationship seldom occurs." But when it does, it frequently gives rise to emotional disturbances, particularly when it happens during adolescence rather than earlier in life. Also, many girls who have had early incestuous experiences have been known to adopt a permanent pattern of promiscuous behavior.
Of course, any pattern of behavior developed as a result of an incestuous relationship depends solely on the makeup of the individual. For Mitch and Jill, the beginnings were inevitable notwithstanding society's condemnation of the act. What long-range effect it may have on them is unknown, but these two teen-agers continued their forbidden liaison beyond the stage of that first-time curiosity.
"The next day found them walking dispiritedly along the shoulder of the highway, facing the prospect of spending the night on the ground, when a wildly painted hippie Volkswagen camper van stopped in response to their thumb signal.
"A young couple were sitting in the front seat. The young woman opened the door. 'Hi. We're going to Oregon."
"Jill said instantly, 'Groovy! So are we."
"Mitch shrugged and nodded. It didn't matter to him.They eagerly climbed into the hack of the van.
"The couple was John S------ and Mary
D------. They were 'married' in their eyes only, not in the eyes of the state.
"John said as he drove, 'We've dropped out, man. We're outside now. We touch the square world only when we have to. We keep the interfaces down to a bare minimum."
"Mary said, 'We don't give a fuck for their politics or culture. The underground has a separate world. You know that?"
"Mary was a pretty girl with a pudgy face and body. She wore a plaid poncho and worn black jeans. Her feet were bare and dirty. She wore a plain floppy brown hat. Her hair was as long as Jill's, but was dark brown.
"John's hair was shaggy, dark blond; he had a full beard and wore a heavy tan work shirt over matching tan pants. His feet were also bare and dirty.
"Mitch argued for activist socialism and Jill echoed him, because she worshipped her brother and she wanted to share his strong beliefs, to be with him and to be loved and wanted by him.
"John told Mitch and Jill they had planned on stopping overnight in a rest area beside the highway. Most of the rest stops had toilets and picnic tables.
"In the darkening twilight the girls prepared a macrobiotic meal on the built-in stove, and they all talked as they ate.
"Around eleven o'clock they all climbed into the van. It was crowded, but there was room for four to sleep. Mitch turned over the last of their money for food and gas. 'We'll have to owe you the rest of the way, till I can find a job in Oregon.' "No sweat, man,' said John. "And that night John and Mary started to make love. They were soon naked in the bed. Mitch openly looked at Mary's naked plumpness in the roadside darkness as they prepared for bed. She had heavy, pendulous breasts and thick, hamlike thighs and calves.
"John was thick-waisted and huskier than Mitch. His torso was long, his legs proportionately short.
"Jill looked, too, and strained to see Mary's nakedness, and caught a shadowy hint of John's penis.
"Mitch asked, 'You want us to take a walk for a while?"
"No, man. Why don't you and Jill make it, too?"
"Mary slid the curtains shut over the windows, shutting out the occasional flaring radiance from passing cars. As she reached out to cover a window near Mitch, a car swished by on the nearby highway, and its headlights threw a swift white glare into the van, showing Mary's lush, round, hanging breasts and bare flanks.
"Mary said, 'If you join in, it makes for good mutual vibrations. It sort of breaks down walls between people if they share in making love."
"Mitch sat on the lowered, blanket-covered seat in his briefs, and had an impulse to reach up and touch one of her big, white melons.
"Jill put her hand on Mitch's thigh. She sat next to him, almost naked, too, and said, 'We're not used to doing, things with "other people around. But. . . .' She squeezed his thigh.
"Mary asked,'Are you on the pill?"
"No,' Jill answered.
"We can't afford it, so we don't take a chance on fucking. I don't dig it much, anyway. I'm a hog when it comes to sucking, though. And I love my man's mouth on me."
"John said, chuckling, 'After we eat supper we usually eat each other."
"Mary* added, 'He squirts a perfect dessert."
"Mitch was jolted and slightly offended but intrigued. He was surprised to hear Jill respond, 'We go all oral sometimes, too. But mostly we just do each other by hand.' Her grip on his thigh tightened slightly, then relaxed.
"John took Mary into his arms. 'Do your thing and we'll do ours."
"It was almost totally dark in the van. The curtains over the small windows brightened when a ear or truck roared by, but inside it stayed dark. The front windows faced away from the highway.
"Mitch and Jill sat side by side on the seats now converted to a bed and hesitated. They could hear every movement, every sigh, every wet sound, every whisper of flesh on flesh.
"Mitch had only gone down on a girl once, sort of on a dare. But he'd had three girls who had sucked him. Only one had gone all the way with it, though.
"He felt Jill's hand creep under his waistband and seek his cock. Her fingers encountered it and found it growing.
"He turned toward her. He touched one of her swooping, pointed breasts and found the nipple protruding stiffly. He leaned toward her to kiss her, then stopped. You don't kiss your sister. Not in a sex situation! That gets into a real hairy scene. A kind of mutual masturbation because you're both young and horny is one thing . . . getting really personal is something else.
"Yet he could sense her leaning to meet him, her face lifted, mouth parted, full lips waiting. He felt her hand squeezing his cock rhythmi- cally. And he heard her breath say, Yes . . . yes. God, she was a wild girl! She loved him. She always had worshipped him, always came to the school track and field meets when he ran in a race. She had always come to him for help with her school work. They had always been close.
"Mitch guiltily remembered wishing on dates that his girl had been Jill instead. He had always enjoyed her company more than any other girl. But big brothers didn't date their own sisters! Not unless they were jerks, absolute plonks who couldn't get anything else!
"But now he felt weirdly happy. He put his arm around her in the darkness and held her close. Her hand continued to fondle his cock- he had a tremendous hard on. He liked her love, her adulation, her willingness to do anything . .. with him!
"But he would never fuck her! Knocking her up-that would really be sick. A sick scene. Greek tragedy.
"But the yen came up from the back of his mind. He admitted it to himself. Yeah, he would kind of like to kiss her and go down ... yeah, eat her. Give her a lot of heavy thrills.
"Mitch had a knowledge, an inner certainty, that Jill wanted to do it-the suck route-all the way. She wanted to try it! And he wanted to feel her mouth on his mouth, then feel her mouth on his cock .. . sucking.
"Mitch tightened his arm around her. He lowered his head. Her mouth was waiting. Her full lips were warm and soft and sweet. His mind whirled.
"Jill moaned as Mitch kissed her. She melted against him. Then his tongue flicked into her mouth, and she nearly fainted in the dizzying surge of weakness and lust that overwhelmed her. Her hot breasts and stonelike nipples were pressed against his chest. Her right hand clamped tight on the thick shaft of his penis for a few seconds. There was a strange hunger in her, to give him love and pleasure, to take the head of his big penis into her soft, wet mouth and suck him ... suck him off.
"Jill shivered in her heat and writhed against him. They both heard, in the fringes of their awareness, John and Mary making love. And as a truck went by, its powerful headlights blazed on the curtained rear window and for a few seconds made of it a screen before which in silhouette Mary's head and shoulders could be seen, as could her hands holding the thick stalk of John's penis, as her head bobbed up and down, taking the end of the penis deep into her mouth. "Mitch saw the silhouetted movement and heard with focused, sudden clarity the wet, sucking sounds accompanied by John's heavy breathing.
"Mitch kissed Jill again and again. And when another truck approached, he broke the passionate kiss, turned her head and let her see. Now Mary's head was bobbing faster, and John was moaning softly. Jill watched, mouth open, eyes wide, as the very close sexual drama was outlined for a second.
"Then she sighed and lowered her head and lifted the massive length of Mitch's penis to meet her mouth. She spread her lips over the big glans and let it fill her mouth. She liked the sensation, and she slithered her tongue against the hot, silky-skinned rounded bulk.
"Jill sucked. She did as Mary did. And she loved doing it for her man ... Mitch.
"She knew she was making sloppy noises as she sucked, but she didn't care. She was proclaiming her love. Proving it.
"She heard John cry out with the glorious torture of orgasm and heard a new undertone come into Mary's sucking sounds ... heard Mary swallow....
"Jill didn't know what she would do when that time came for her. She would try ... and soon, for Mitch was terribly excited this first time. Yes, this was only the beginning! She felt his penis grow bigger and harder in her hand. She shifted around to a position on her knees before him, a slave, a supplicant, hunched-over before him between his wide-spread legs, and she sucked and tried to get more and more of his length into her mouth, but gagged and felt dizzy and happy and powerful in a way, because
Mitch was getting very close. He was breathing raggedly. His legs and his belly were tense.
"She had a happy inspiration and began pumping the skin of his penis up and down, close to her mouth, as fast as she could.
"Mitch actually groaned! She shivered and wickedly fluttered her tongue on the underside of his glans and wouldn't stop when he whispered inarticulately, warningly,' Jill, I'm-' "She was glad it was dark. She was glad Mary was only a few feet away and had done the same thing to John. It was easier. But they were listening to her and Mitch now! She had to prove the story she had told and implied.
"She pumped and sucked and tongued the penis of her groaning brother. And then-with a heavy guttural throat sound, with a straining, shuddering lifting of his hips, a thick spurt of his semen shot into her mouth.
"The force of it stunned her .. . the amount of it, and the syrupy splash of it in her mouth .. . the eggy taste. A mental flash of it arcing high in the air the night before crossed her mind.
"Then another spurt, and she suddenly had a mouthful of semen beyond and around his glans, which kept pulsing and spurting more and more. As she automatically kept on lashing her tongue, now coated, running with semen, she kept whipping the skin up and down under her lips, touching her tightly clinging lips with her thumb and fingers. Her eyes were wide, stunned in the darkness, her hair a soft, silky tent over her face, on his belly.
"Mitch gasped and jerked and trembled. "Long seconds of new knowledge and self-discovery as she sensed when he had all the golden, supreme pleasure there was to be had, when he was drained, when she was to stop and .. . she swallowed. And she did it because there was no place to spit without being obvious, because Mary hadn't spit, because she loved Mitch, because she had to prove something.
"She pressed forward against him. She slid sideways and lay angled across his hip, his softening penis sticky against her belly.
"He whispered, 'Oh, God, Jill ... oh, God....' His mind was blown, shocked, at what had happened, at what she had done.
"She moved up beside him and breathed into his ear, in the wonderful darkness, 'I don't care ... I wanted to.' Jill was over the initial emotional jolt, and now her own arousal, her natural lust, her expectation, was free and open.
"She breathed deeply and rubbed her breasts against Mitch's chest. Her pussy was wet, tingling with need. She gathered saliva in her mouth and swallowed and wiped out the last taste of his semen. It actually hadn't been all that bad-it had just been the idea of it.
"Mitch lay holding his sister, his little sister who was suddenly a mature, sensual, sophisticated, wild female. He listened to the soft movements of John and Mary, the sibilant whispering that was faintly understandable.
"Suddenly John's voice came in a loud, public whisper. 'Coming down for a second, you two?' His bare feet sought the narrow, carpeted space between the van's two beds. He loomed over Mitch and Jill, in the not-quite total darkness. Their eyes had adjusted well.
"John leaned over Jill and opened the small butane refrigerator next to her shoulder. He fumbled in the darkness and said, 'Ah!' He climbed back to the rear bed. He said in explanation, 'I like a little strawberry jam on my clam sandwich when I eat.' "Jill burst into wild giggles. "Mitch put his hands on Jill's nice breasts and played with her horny nipples. Something made him say, 'Let me have the jar when you're through. Sounds good."
"A truck roared by, giving another silhouette of Mary lying with her heavy legs wide, knees spread. John was doing something to her. "Mary gasped, 'It's cold.' "It'll be hot in a minute.' "Jill was still giggling ... and squirming as Mitch's hands squeezed and molded her glowing breasts.
"Then John handed over the jar and Mitch felt it against his leg. He took it and was blushing, but determined to go through with it, to show Jill he wasn't chicken, to give as well as take, because he really wanted to make her gasp and moan from doing her that way ... because he felt trapped in a situation.
"The isolation of silence and semiprivacy in the darkness had broken down now. There was talk back and forth.
"Obeying instruction-advice, Mitch dipped the tip of his finger into the jar and smeared a dollop of jam between the lips of Jill's pussy. "She wriggled and whined, 'It is cold!' "Mary said breathlessly, 'Wait till you get his tongue in there, though, licking it up...."
"John was busy with his mouth between Mary's opened thighs. She sighed, 'Oh, shit ... that feels so fine.. . ."
"Mitch put aside the jar. He scooted down. He began kissing the soft, silky, trembling, inner surfaces of Jill's young thighs.
"He could smell the sweet strawberry odor of the jam inches from his face. He started licking her thighs, working closer and closer.
"Jill was wriggling. He put his hands under her angled, lean thighs and held her. He licked into the curve of her crotch and touched the first long, curly fringe hairs with his tongue. Then he tasted the first bit of smeared jam.
"Mary was moaning loudly. 'Yes . . . Christ, yes ... eat me baby .. . eat, eat.... Eat me. ..." She spasmed and thrashed.
"Mitch was impelled to lick strongly into the warm, wet, sticky, sweet pussy lips before him. The tip of his tongue stroked up over Jill's large, turgid clitoris.
"She moaned, and her hips lifted reflexively. He repeated the movement and liked the taste and her response. He felt himself getting another hard on.
"Jill was amazed at Mitch. She didn't think he'd do it, but he did. And the sensations were fantastic! She wanted it to go on and on!
"She listened to Mary's uninhibited enjoyment and was encouraged to let go, to moan, too, and show her man how much she liked what he was doing. 'Like that, like that! Uhh ... uhhhh!"
"She was floating, wide open, in a sea of pleasure. A haze of sensation enveloped her loins. Each licking stroke of his tongue sent shivers of intense orgasmic sensation through her body, like rays, to her breasts, belly, even to her toes and fingertips.
"Jill was tremendously excited. She dreamed of staying with her Mitch forever! They were a perfect team: they loved each other and could say and do anything with each other now. All the barriers were down....
"Jill felt a powerful, hot fist close in her loins and tighten and tighten until she was shaking, until her gasps were loud, her moans high-pitched and urgent, until she babbled her love and her hands were stroking, rubbing, guiding his head as she came and came and came. And finally it got so strong she had to stop him.
"She lay, limp, breasts heaving, eyes closed, savoring the afterglow that lingered on and on and on in her loins, like a slowly dying fire.
"She cradled Mitch's head against her breast and dreamed impossible plans for when they reached Oregon.
"Long, quiet moments passed.
"John peed into a bottle. He and Mary settled down to sleep.
"Jill whispered into Mitch's ear, 'Love you. I love you so much.' She stroked his long hair. He kissed her breast in answer.
"She discovered he had an erection. She pumped his big penis for a moment, then slipped down and up onto her knees.
"Jill found the open jar of jam and smeared some on his glans. She whispered, 'I like to eat sweets, too."
"She sucked him off again. He didn't spurt much semen the second time. She 'painted' his glans as he was about to come and hardly noticed the taste of thin semen in the strawberry.
"And so they journeyed with John and Mary to Oregon. They slept in the van at night when John and Mary rented a small two-room apartment. Jill and Mitch found jobs as dishwasher and waitress at different cafes. Finally, they got a tiny apartment of their own, settled down, and were married every way but the establishment way.
"Technically, however, their 'marriage' had never been consummated-by penetration: Mitch had never fucked his sister.
"Three months after they had settled down in the city, Jill got a good job in a better restaurant. And Mitch got a job at a service station in spite of his long hair, and began making two dollars an hour. They moved into a bigger pad.
"And Jill, every night, fondled and sucked his large penis and couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have it in her.
"And Mitch, before going down on her, would often work his middle finger deep into her vagina and probe in the hot, wet, yielding depths, and wonder what it would feel like to bury all his cock in there.
"They talked about it. He was willing to try it wearing a rubber. She wanted more protection, and bought a two-week supply of pills from a woman she knew at the restaurant. The night came when they tried it.
"Jill lay completely naked on their mattress on the floor in the corner of their large studio apartment. Her hair was spread in disarray on the plump foam pillow she liked best. She was reading a pocketbook by the light from an old gooseneck student lamp on the floor.
"She was a little scared. Her belly held a sinking sensation. She breathed faster than normal. She was aware of Mitch sitting at the rusty chrome table they had bought for four dollars.
He was finishing a big second helping of mince pie. He loved it and she couldn't eat it.
"Tonight he was going to fuck her.
"She looked over at him. He was sitting at the table naked. They often stripped and went the whole late evening and early morning hours naked. The both worked from two to ten P.M.
"She listened to the rain on the window and on the low roof next door. The cars swished wetly past on the street four floors below. "She felt slightly nauseous, but that was a side effect of The Pill.
"She glanced at her wristwatch. It was- now past one in the morning. She put her book down and looked at Mitch closely. She saw his heavy, long penis standing up alongside his flat belly. It could get very hard and stiff, she knew.
"She locked her fingers under her neck and made growling pleasure sounds as she arched and stretched.
"Mitch heard and saw ... the signal. He was a little embarrassed at his own body's eagerness. God, did he have a hard on! The old cock really was eager to sink into Jill's cunt.
"He looked at her. His girl ... his woman ... his sister. A shiver went up his spine. But he loved her! He hadn't met any girl, before or since they had left home, that suited him as much, in every way. And God, did she love him. It amazed him all the time, her abject worship, her open sensuality, her common sense. She was the strongest one, the real head of their unusual family.
"He studied her lean, yet sexy body. She was pinup material, except for the family beak. She looked fantastic in a bikini at the beach, to say nothing just lying there naked, her soft breasts sloping on her chest, the nipples poking out, her loins dominated by her wide, plump blonde-fuzzed mound.
"She turned her head, after her good, bone-cracking stretch, and met his blue-eyed gaze with her own.
"What are you waiting for? Come on and fuck me."
"He went to the mattress. He had a rubber in his hand. He settled down on the blankets. 'You want to put this on me?"
"She laughed. 'Okay.' She took the small foil package, read the printing, and tore it open. She studied the rolled-up thin, transparent rubber. 'Do I just roll it on you, or do you want to mouth around a little first?"
"Mouth by all means."
"She put the rubber back into its torn package and put it aside. Then she suddenly went after his penis with her open mouth.
"It was a game they occasionally played- she could not use her hand to hold his penis still. She had to get it into her mouth without aid as he twisted and turned and flopped his stiff, or soft, cock from side to side, up and down.
"Mitch laughed and jerked his hips. His stiff rod of flesh bobbed away from her seeking, open mouth and wet, extended tongue.
"Finally, after the. laughing, giggling moments of the game, she pressed his buttocks to the mattress with her body and clamped her mouth swiftly, yet lovingly, over the end of his cock.
"Victory for her! She pressed her full lips down the shaft, took long inches into her working, warm mouth, then released it. Then she kissed his testicles and roiled over. She was suddenly solemn. 'Work me up good with your fingers. I want to be so hot...."
"Mitch nodded. He french-kissed her deeply, licked her lips, caressed her breasts, drew out her vibrant nipples with grasping, three-finger strokings.
"Jill sighed and shivered and sought his mouth again and again. Their fleshy lips brushed erotically, wetly, their knowing tongue-tips fluttered against each other.
"Mitch palmed his left, hand down her body, over her sunken belly, cupped her rounded mound, and curved his middle finger into her pussy. The lips were slippery with her juices. She was ready.
"But he delved the finger down over her protruding clitoris, down into her hot, jellylike vagina. He thrust his finger deeper and deeper, not finding an end, not even finding her cervix.
"She seemed to like the finger penetration. There was no discomfort for her. Her hips lifted against his pressing hand.
"Mitch suckled on one of her nipples. He withdrew his finger almost all the way and worked in a second finger, sending them both deep, while rubbing her slick clitoris.
"Jill smiled and simply enjoyed the manipulation. She in turn handled his hard, heavy penis. But she knew even three fingers, though almost as thick as his penis, were only about half its length.
"When he got on top, when he put this monster in her, then she'd get a new experience. She hoped she could take him, all of him. Maybe she could, maybe their genes were matched that way, too-both a big nose, a big penis on the males, and a corresponding deep vagina in the females of the family.
"Now he had three fingers working in her. It felt good. Her hymen had never been a problem. She looked down at Mitch's head, fondly, as he suckled on her tingling nipple. Sometimes she had the weird sensation of being made love to by another girl, so long was his hair.
"But no girl had a penis!
"She said shakily, 'Now, I guess;"
"She took up the rubber, positioned it on his glans, and rolled it down over his thick, rigid penis" There wasn't much left to unroll at the base. She was scared again, and something in her lower guts was fluttering spasmodically.
"Mitch covered Jill. His cock prodded at her crotch. She reached down and guided it into herself. She was surprised at how easily it went in. It felt awfully thick; her vaginal mouth felt stretched, but not painfully so. And he was being so careful about going too deep.
"Jill gazed up into Mitch's eyes. 'Keep going, silly. I'll holler when I get too much."
"What if I haven't got enough?"
"Then I'll holler for a different reason. ...' He was sinking in deeper and deeper. 'Ohhh.. ..' Her breath caught. 'That wasn't a holler.' She reached between to feel how much he had left.
"Inches yet. She felt full, sort of distended. Not bad for the first time!
"Jill threw her arms around her brother's neck. 'Oh, Mitch, I love you! Fuck me! Fuck me to death!"
"And it seemed to her for a few minutes he was going to do it. Those last few inches hurt like the devil. They stretched her inside till she was burning, sort of tearing way up in her belly where he was deepest.
"Then it became a dull ache as he kept on thrusting into her, not always so deep, not always all the way. But often enough to make her gasp when it happened.
"The pain wiped out all her passion. And she began to wonder if the rubber was still whole, not split or leaking or anything.
"She knew he was going to make it-he was sobbing, gripping her shoulders hard, his lean face over her was masklike, and his eyes were staring down through her, through everything. His long, shoulder-length hair swayed on each side of his face.
"She noticed he had shaved very close, needlessly, though at seventeen he had a mature beard. It wasn't offensive to her if he skipped to every other day.
"He was bludgeoning in and out of her. He was gasping, panting. He was sweating.
"To Mitch the moment was magic. The molten lava of orgasmic pleasure was boiling his guts. 'Oh, sweet sister, what a tight, deep, cunt you have!"
"Her insides spasmed each time he went deep! Her cunt-mouth tightened on his cock with a sensuous grip that drove him crazy each time he withdrew and plowed in.
"The sparkling hot pleasure was in his guts, coming fast, expanding, taking him, filling his groin, making his cock golden, making it a solid, curved, club of hot iron flesh!
"He grunted, 'Jill ... Jill, ohhh, Jesus.' He slammed into her as hard and far as he could. He tried to drive her into the mattress. He sobbed, eyes tight, mouth distorted, body working like a pile driver.
"She kept her arms around him and crooned, gasping, into his ear, as the pain thrummed in her belly from his drubbing plunges. 'I love you, Mitch, I love you; do it, finish, finish big-----"
"Then at last it was over and she knew it would be a long time before she would let him do it again. But maybe next time it wouldn't hurt as much.
"When he finally pulled out, she saw with relief that the rubber was undamaged. The semen was all inside.
"She led him to the bathroom and took the rubber off his shrinking penis. She washed him and dried- his penis and kissed it. She whispered, 'I love my big brother so much. We'll be together like this always, won't we?"
"Mitch nodded.
"And maybe they will be. As far as I know, they still are."
Although this case came to us through a third party, there is enough in the narration to give us a clue as to the problem facing Mitch and Jill. Just how long they can suppress the incest taboo deep within their subconscious and live out their life fantasy in secret is the uppermost question at this time.
Assuming this can be carried out for some time, it is doubtful that, as both Mitch and Jill mature physically and emotionally, their "marriage" can continue at a successful level. They will be unable to create a stable world of their own in their incestuous atmosphere. Either they will part and each lead a normal life, or they will try to continue their life together as man and wife and will end up destroying each other emotionally.
CHAPTER TWO
Laura and Jamie ... Together
"I knew when I kissed him that it was all wrong-or at least somebody said it was-but I didn't care. Who'd find out if Jamie, my thirteen-year-old kid brother, didn't say anything?
"Oh, sure, I have a steady guy that I fool around with, but that doesn't mean too much to me with this new thing I've got going. You see, Jamie is big for his age. He even passes for eighteen sometimes. I'd had an eye on him for a couple of years now, I guess. Everyone had told me he's a far-out guy, and now I've had my chance to prove it!
"When I first tasted those sweet honey lips of his, I knew I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. No way, baby! My twitching pussy told me I couldn't let that night end until we were in bed together. I wanted to feel that little-boy hairless chest pressing against my tits, my belly against his, his young rod between my legs. I guess that's what happens when you're a horny college chick with an eye on a kid brother.
"I could tell from his kiss that he'd been around some even though our parents thought he was their virgin baby. He didn't slobber all over me like so many other guys have done. Instead, his tongue drove itself deep into my mouth wiggling and squirming in an experienced, sexy way. I wonder where he learned that?
"Some guys give you what they call 'butterfly kisses'-one minute it's there, the next minute it's gone. Other guys not only try to gag you with their tongue, but then they cover half your face with their mouth and you get slobber all over. Not my Jamie. His lips and tongue knew exactly what they were doing and where they were going. Even though the whole thing had been my idea, he did pretty well at taking me up on it. That's why we have a groovy thing going, even now!
"That night we were sitting on the big sofa in the living room watching TV and messing around. We'd found an old bottle of some kind of wine around the house and started having a little party. It didn't take too much of that old 'cherry juice' for me to get hung up on his crotch. I mean, what the hell, I've gotten a few peeks in here and there when he was getting undressed, so it's not like I didn't have some kind of an idea what he had.
"I guess I didn't try very hard to make it seem accidental when I slipped my hand on his thigh. Even then I could feel the heat bursting from his pants. He was more involved in my hand than in the program so I didn't stop. By this time my breath was getting hot and pretty heavy, and I was screwing my ass into the sofa to try and make the twitching stop at least for a minute.
"He took me into his arms just like an older guy might do and kissed me again. It was a long french kiss that began with his tongue exploring the corners of my mouth and ended with him frantically licking and nibbling on my chin and neck. His hand dropped below my waist, and his fingers started moving fan-wise across my belly and hips. When his hand had reached my belly, it roved across me gently, lazily, yet with an urgency I hadn't anticipated from my kid brother. I guess he wanted to ball me as much as I wanted him.
"Now that I think about it, the whole thing was a weird combination of boy-man, if you know what I mean. You know, he knew what he was doing, but he hadn't been at it long enough to develop a technique of any kind. He was still doing pretty good for the first time out with me, you know.
"The feel of his hand, inexperienced but gentle and promising strength, sent a delicious burning shiver down my spine and back up again. I felt the fire inside me reach toward him as I held him closer and felt his hand creep up and firmly cup and massage my tits. Maybe it was the idea that I was making it with my brother, but I know I've never felt like that with any other guy. It was really strange. He's six years younger than me, yet he can make me feel like a real woman.
"The burning sensation traveled down past my belly to my pussy, and I could feel it start to get wet like it never had before Jamie touched me. I dug my fingernails deep into his back, causing him to arch his body and fuse his shirt to my chest. Suddenly, I had to get his shirt off, I couldn't stand not being able to feel his nakedness. He didn't smell musky and colognish like an older man would, you know. Somehow he smelled sweet and fresh, if you understand me.
"I mashed my tits against his lean chest, then pulled away a bit and started to unbutton him slowly. I was drawn to his full, rich, half-open lips, waiting for me to kiss them. When I did, he wriggled his tongue into me, groaning softly as he wrapped his arms around me.
"His hands were strong, yet gentle and loving in their own fumbly way as they traveled the curve of my hips as though they were skim- ming off a pair of my tight-fitting panties. By this time I had his shirt off and crumpled somewhere on the floor. I matched his moves with travels of my own, rubbing and patting the place on his stomach where light hairs were beginning to spring up, then skimming lower, moving over the hard bulge in his pants.
"I could feel myself drooling as I unzipped his pants and reached into his shorts for his cock. It felt good in my hand, hard and throbbing. It was just begging for my wet, hungry mouth or pussy ... or both. Finally, after I'd positioned myself almost on top of him, I felt his hands circling my ass, his fingers tugging and pulling clumsily at my pants zipper. My hips were wildly alive now, ramming forward as hard as they could until I could almost feel the head of his cock burrowing into my navel. I. had to help him with the zipper which irritated me, but what the hell, he hadn't had that much experience.
"My mouth had hungrily become glued to his ear, and if we hadn't gotten that zipper undone fast, I might have nibbled it away. In a frenzied fit, we started tearing at each other's clothing, peeling the fabrics of restraint off our eager, excited bodies. I could feel him anxiously plucking at and finally opening my bra hooks, while my own fingers fumbled with his belt buckle and tugged at his pants. In minutes we were sprawled across the couch naked, our clothes in a big pile on the floor. He lay down first so I wound up on top of him. It's not always a good position to get started in, but we were in too much of a hurry, and I was sort of afraid he might shoot it off before I got to work on his tool.
"As I covered his body with my own, his squirming tongue drilled deeply into my mouth almost reaching my throat. His hot, sweaty hands covered my tits and explored them and their hard bulletlike tips. My own hands were busy gripping his hard cock with the little peach-fuzz bush around it. Even though it was pretty young, it had the gristly, strong feel to it, the man feel, you know.
"I broke our tonguing, licking kiss and pressed my nibbling lips to his ear. 'Jamie, I want to do things to you! I want to feel you."
"I don't really know if he said anything back or not, the only thing I remember is that his hips answered for him as they pushed up, drilling his cock into my cupped and rounded hand. I could feel his prick muscles twitch as it slid in and out of my hand.
"I want to kiss your little joymaker, Jamie,' I moaned. 'I really do! I need it, Jamie!' My voice started cracking. I couldn't take much longer of just touching it and not feeling it in me. I knew I couldn't!
"I lay over on my side, facing him. Then I took one of his hands slowly in mine, and iso- lating his middle finger, I pressed his hand between my thighs and put the finger on my fuck button. Even though I was actually doing it myself, the first touch of his finger was like a bolt of electricity running from my cunt to my brain and back down again. I could even feel my toes stretch and dig into the cushions as I spread my legs, giving him more room.
"I hope I'm doing it right to you, Laura,' he mumbled. The sound was a bit muffled because his face was pressed against my tits which were squirming and wiggling almost of their own mind. I put my hand over his and directed his fingers around my clit then back on it. Trembling, I spread my legs even further, then pushed his finger into my hole. I think I almost got my own finger in there along with his. I'm not really sure about that, though.
"He looked deep into my eyes, a confused look like maybe he wasn't doing it as good as he should be or something like that. I smiled at him to let him know that everything was all right and there was nothing to worry about. I kissed him again, hotter than before,- but not as long. My hand was pumping on his cock as I tried to guide him with the other hand. It was a bit uncomfortable, but it got things going for us. It didn't take him too long before he knew just where to keep his finger if he could possibly follow my squirming and wriggling ass.
"I lowered my head and scooted down just enough so I could get a chance to suck on his pink and brown nipples. The minute I flicked my tongue out and touched the tip of one he moaned loudly, a guttural animallike sound that was like beautiful music to my ears. His finger had gotten a little faster action now, and it was taking turns between playing with the fuck button and sliding in and out of my pussy hole.
"It was really hard to go down his body slow and easy, straining you know. I left a trail of wet, nibbling licks and kisses over his chest and firm belly as my tongue squirmed its way down near his bush. Then I stopped. I brought my body up, and kind of hanging over him, I guided the reddish head of his rod to my pussy lips. I gently rubbed it against my dripping wetness, tracing the line of my slit and, teasingly, let it touch my hole. God, you never saw a guy squirm and jump so much at any one time! I would almost think he was doing some kind of new dance or something the way he moved his body. Even his balls sort of jiggled. I reached down and cupped him there as he ground his ass into the couch. That really felt good, you know, teasing a cock with your pussy, but not putting it in. I wasn't ready for that scene with Jamie that night.
"Instead, I drifted down on his body, stopping occasionally to nibble at him. He must have really dug what I was doing, because he wrapped his fingers in my hair and actually pushed my head down faster! I had his cock held pretty, good in my hand all the time I was going through this other routine, pumping it slowly up and down and scraping the sides whenever I could with my nails.
"It seemed like an eternity before my eyes lined up with his prick. By then I thought I felt the saliva drooling out of my mouth and down my chin-that's how hot I was getting! His rod was a pale white, you know, like something that hasn't really been used that often and needed some good, healthy exercise. Hey, that sounds kind of right, doesn't it? I mean, it really looked hungry, you know, for a good mouth or a pussy like mine.
"I wanted to jam that sweet prick of his all the way back in my throat, you know, so far back that I would gag on it. The head was a pinkish red, and I kind of got hung up looking at it through my glassy eyes. It's a wonder I could see anything as hot as I was! I wanted to pull and suck on that cock of his, madly trying to swallow his sweet rod all the way down to its base. The whole scene was just driving me mad!
"I wanted to drive him completely out of his mind-you know, to do him like he'd never been done and never would be, I hoped. I wanted that sweet baby all to myself. He proved to be so much of a swinger that it nearly blew my mind! Even as experienced with guys as I was sup- posed to be, I never did much cocksucking. Now, that's all I wanted to do-all day and all night!
"His joymaker had grown to a fairly good size. Like, I couldn't believe a guy his age could have a dick on him like that! Circling his stiff joint with one hand, I cupped the full sac of his not-yet-ripe balls. Oh, God, I bet he'll drive every chick nuts in the next few years! I lowered myself still further until I'd spread his legs real good and wiggled myself in the space between them. He was real excited, let me tell you! He kind of squeezed his legs together until they were really holding me tight, you know.
"I held the root of his marvelous peach-fuzzed cock with one hand and gently lifted his balls with the other. Lazily, taking much more time than I ever, did, I ran my tongue around the ripe red knob of his luscious and exciting joymaker, thoroughly drooling and wetting the whole top of it.
"Jamie, have you ever had a chick do this to you before?' I asked while wetting my lips more, preparing to swallow him whole.
"No, baby,' he moaned softly.
"I felt his body get real stiff then as I slid his baby dick into my hungry mouth. I was real happy, you know, I'd done something for him no other chick had done yet-that was a good sign. Why not just keep the loving in the family?
"When he jerked his body up, he brought his hands behind my head and tangled his fingers in my hair. Sure, he pulled on it a little too hard, but then what could I expect for the first time out? I slowly started rocking my head back and forth, and it wasn't too long before his hands and hips were helping me rock right, if you know what I mean. I let my teasing tongue and lips slide all around his joint again, then I took it in my mouth, moving down toward my fist, the one holding the base of his joymaker.
"It didn't take too long before Jamie got the hang of what I was doing to him and really got with it. He fucked my mouth like it's never been fucked! All this time he was moaning, each time a little bit hoarser and thrashing as much as he could all over that fucking sofa. It was really far out!
"We kept that up for a long time, you know; he held his baby batter for what seemed like a long time. My feet were dangling off the arm of the sofa, but I never thought it might be uncomfortable until it was all over.
"I can't hold out anymore, Laura!' he cried. It almost sounded like some kind of a whine. His hands suddenly pushed my head down on him real hard, you know. I could almost feel all his peach fuzz tickling my nose. Then he started really fucking me. It was really out of sight, you know. Here was this kid fucking my mouth like he had himself a nice juicy pussy.
"It was real slow and fairly nice and easy at first then he started fucking it harder, pushing my head down still more. Finally, his body leaped like he was stung or something. I reached under him and tried to cup his ass cheeks, but I couldn't do that without letting go of his cock, so I gave up. Once, twice, three times he jerked like that. I thought I was getting a hole drilled in my head. I loved every minute of it, especially when I tasted the first drops of his juices. They weren't thick and creamy like the older guys'-no, it was thin and filmy, but it was Jamie's, my brother's, and I swallowed it down like I've never swallowed anything before !
"I was kind of disappointed then I guess. It's not that it wasn't good, you know, it's just that it seemed like it was over too fast. I knew there would be a lot more, though, if I played all my cards right and didn't push too hard. That's what I was really waiting for."
The foregoing narration quite candidly relates the details of Laura P------'s seduction of her thirteen-year-old brother, Jamie. The nineteen-year-old college sophomore seemed extremely innocent as she related her experiences.
Laura is a pixieish-looking blonde whose innocent appeal is quite deceiving. Prior to her relationship with her younger brother, she'd been involved with several "older men," but had found those relationships rather stale toward the end. She was looking for new excitement when her eyes feasted on Jamie and the possibilities therein. She readily admits that, aside from the relationship with her younger brother, she could only achieve a satisfactory orgasm when at least three males were involved at the same time. Doing it with more than one at a time had become her latest "experiment."
As a girl enrolled in an institution of higher learning, Laura should have been aware of the implications which surround her incestuous relationship with her brother. However, she now appears to have no qualms about having seduced him, an attitude which should be examined closely.
In her narration, she states that she had "had an eye on him for a couple of years." Therefore, we learn that their initial sexual intimacy was not spontaneous, but had been planned by Laura over a considerable length of time. She is a hy-persexed young woman, and her brother proved to be an available and, apparently, willing partner. For purposes of evaluation, we can assume that Jamie is not completely aware of the possible consequences of incestuous relations. Laura, the older, more intelligent partner, is the antagonist of the case history. She has been able to suppress any fear of far-reaching punishments, either physical or emotional, because of her behavior.
This is a factor present in a number of selec- tive cases. George W. Henry, in his book Society and the Sex Variant, believes that "incestuous relations continue in spite of deep-seated fear of the probable consequences. They are not uncommon in childhood. Few persons have escaped thoughts of, or desire for, such intimacies; the close association of siblings ... contributes to such desires."
Laura, as we shall discover later in her narration, is a prime candidate for a life of nymphomania. Her participation in troilistic sexual activity together with her lascivious pleasure of any sex act, exemplify an insatiable sexual appetite. Although this in itself is a form of abnormal behavior, the injection of her brother into the picture constitutes even greater ramifications. For one, it reflects the lack of parental authority in her upbringing. By clever planning and catlike cunning, she is able to bypass the parental element to obtain her goal.
Despite the wanton overtones of her actions, Laura, too, is a victim. She is a victim of an environment that had offered inadequate guidelines for her to incorporate as part of her sexuality, guidelines such as those laid down by Louis P. Thorpe in his book The Psychology of Mental Health.
... Adequate and accurate sex information should be given to both children and adolescents; adolescents and young adults of the same sex should not be segregated for long periods of time; children should not be encouraged to sleep together ... or be in intensely stimulating situations where physical contact and sexual arousal would tend to be present, but where no normal gratification is possible; and children should be given prompt help and guidance in understanding the real basis of sex problems.
Many of these proposed precautionary measures were unavailable to Laura. As a result, she is incestuous and promiscuous, and accepts them both as a normal part of her life. To her there is no such syndrome as abnormal behavior. She lives her life as it comes to her, and if the whim to engage in sexual intercourse with her brother should arise, then so be it. Eventually, Laura will require help. And when that time comes, it will probably be a very difficult and painful road back.
"You know, I saw these two dudes at the dance and I got hungry, baby, real hungry. One was a big black guy with a build on him like a stone wall ... I mean hard, baby, real nice and hard. The other guy was Italian or Spanish, something like that, you know. That reminds me, he had a real young-looking baby face. He didn't even look like he belonged in college, though I found out later that he was a junior. See, that's how looks can fool you.
"Anyway, I couldn't help but study these guys' pants, especially the crotches. I guess it didn't take too long for Len-that's the black guy-to figure what was going through my hot little mind. Besides, I kept squeezing my legs together-I think I was maybe trying to keep my wetness from dripping down my leg or something like that.
"I guess I'm pretty bold or whatever you'd call it, because I didn't even bother to ask Len if he'd mind some company. I just started hinting to both the guys that I'd be ready for any action if they wanted to give it a try.
"My plan worked. I got Len first and we wound up in an old storeroom in one of the frat houses. I was really horny by that time, you know. So we swapped tongues and made it right there on the floor. I dug his brand of sex, you know.
"Then I left him and rounded up the other dude. I took him to the same place and we went through a real wild round-the-world trip. Far out!
"I think it was last week that I invited those two college guys to come over and meet my new stud-Jamie, of course. I didn't tell them Jamie was my kid brother. Maybe they would believe me, then again, maybe they wouldn't. That's not the point-the point is that I just wanted them to know that there's plenty of my mouth and pussy to take care of all of them. Jamie didn't really think I could go that route, but when I showed him I could-we could-he really hung loose and swung with it.
"In certain moods I'm just hungry for Jamie. I mean, my pussy just wants to feel him and no one else. See, I'm willing to give up most anything for my kid brother. I remember the time we balled in the shower. Even though our folks weren't home, I locked the door behind us just in case, and damned near threw myself all over him at one time. He was still sort of innocent then, and I guess I kinda scared him.
"After a bit, he kissed me real hard, you know, with his juicy tongue doing all sorts of crazy things inside my drooling mouth. I wanted to swallow his tongue, you know ... I just kept opening my mouth wider and wider, taking him in. I guess I flipped out, really blew my cool. I started grinding against him and slyly peeling his clothes off along with my own.
"I've gotten to be pretty good at strips-I'll bet I couldn't be beat by too many other chicks in that game. My tits were boring holes in his chest, and I kept moving my bottom in circles, pushing harder and harder onto his hard on. Since I had him almost naked by that time, I could feel his cock growing as it pressed against my leg. It seemed even bigger than it had the first time we'd balled-maybe fucking and sucking makes a cock grow, who knows? I started squeezing and rubbing it, poking the head against my leg, teasing it against my pussy, and doing all sorts of things with it. I may have flipped out, but I could see he was in no better shape.
"I stuck my tongue in his mouth again, and he went further in. Clawing at each other and still holding our kiss, we staggered over to the wall and fell onto the soft foam shower mat. I wouldn't have cared if we'd fallen on dirt, I was that far gone!
"I wrapped myself around him then and really started sucking on that tongue of his. I mean, like I sucked his tongue into my mouth as hard as I could, I ;Could even feel my tongue and jaw muscles beginning to ache because I was . pulling on him so hard. I practically shoved one of his hands into my snatch, you know, sticking the fingers right in there, baby! The way he'd handled me really flipped me out. Sure, he fumbled some, but then again he hurt me. I just loved it when he'd pull on my hair, pulling my head back and down. All this time he'd be ramming those fingers of his in and out of me like some kind of a piston or something. I was just screwing my way all across that bathroom floor, let me tell you! It didn't matter that it was a hard tile floor and made my ass a little sore, I just ground down into it as if it was some kind of a soft pillow or something.
"He pulled away from my mouth and was tongue-teasing me by licking my tits and nipples, and nibbling all over my chest. His hot, naked cock was really hard now, and he talked to me with it. He'd shove his hips up, then come down with the force of a grown man. Aaagh ... it hurt, baby, but it hurt so nice!
"I kind of half-assed managed to hold his body up a little bit while I really started jacking him off. I didn't want to do it too much, because then he just might shoot his wad in my hand, and I'd have to start all over again. That's one thing about a young kid ... they pop off too fast; they just don't know how to really hold it back too well. Jamie's much better now, though. He can hold off for almost fifteen minutes while I do my thing all over his body. That's cool.
"By this time, he'd moved his hand from between my thighs and was trying to disengage my hand off his throbbing joymaker. For the first time, he wanted to put it in me by himself -I didn't have to help him at all. He had his rod in his hand and ran the head of-it all along my dripping pussy, you know, to make it wetter, I guess. Then he slowly found the hole and started in. His cock wasn't all that big, but I hadn't had a straight fuck for such a long time -what with all my other extracurricular activ- ities and such-that it kind of hurt just a little bit when he first started ramming that honey stick home. I'd gotten so hung up on tongue jobs lately that I'd almost forgotten fucking can be sweet, too, if you have two groovy bodies balling together.
"He was raised a little bit over me, you know, gently sticking it in. His one hand was busy doing weird things to my tits, like he was pinching it or something, but real hard so that I had to cry because it hurt. He almost stopped when I yelled, but I kept his hand there and told him not to worry for I dug the action, you know."
"Hey, baby brother, fuck me!' I heard my own voice, like a stranger's crying softly, breathlessly. 'Oh, Christ! Jamie, fuck me, fuck me... aaagh, fuck me, FUCK ME!"
"Well, I asked for it, all of it, and I damn sure got it! He came down on me with a ton, like nothing I'd had before. Next thing I knew I felt a burning, searing pain flashing like strobe lights as it raced through my body setting every nerve, every muscle, every damn thing on fire! I don't know why, but I kept getting flashes of him when he was younger, like about ten or so, but with the same size cock just creaming in and out and all over me. I thought of creamy, White, thick come spurting out and flying in all directions. Flying in my hair . . . across my belly, splashing on my tits . . . dripping onto my wiry pussy.... Oh, goddamn my sister-fucking brother ... he was a groovy, growing stud!
"He just kept right on coming down on me like he was digging for some kind of a well or something, and he drilled my damn ass cheeks into that floor. I'd spread my legs far apart and brought the knees up so I could hold onto him a little bit better, you know. Then I got cramps in my legs and had to put them down again. That didn't work too well, so I finally managed to scoot close enough to the wall so I could brace my feet against it. That son of a bitch didn't miss a beat all the time-he just kept right on coming down harder and harder!
"Pretty soon I could feel him shake like the same kind of electricity running through me was transferring to him, you know. He seemed to buck a bit, then he really rammed it in. I thought it had hit my stomach or something like that from the way it felt. I could feel his hot, milky juices shooting up into my gut, coating my insides like so much thick cream, you know. I started yelling incoherently, and I think I heard his screams mixing in with mine somewhere along the same time.
"We just lay there, his cock still in my pussy and still twitching as the last few drops dribbled out. He started to pull out, but I wouldn't let him. No, I couldn't let him pull it out .. . not just yet. I wanted to keep my baby brother's cock in me forever!
"That's when Jamie really blew my mind-
like, it was forever, baby. He was still trying to catch his breath, and I almost didn't believe I heard what he said to me. He said, 'Laura, I'm damn proud to be my big sister's favorite stud!' Can you take it, baby? I don't think I've ever been as happy as I was that very moment on the bathroom floor with my baby brother's cock up in my come-drenched pussy!
"Oh, Jamie, I'm proud to be my brother's old lady,' I whispered hoarsely to him. My heart was just pounding itself to death inside my heaving chest. I knew what I wanted to say next, but I wasn't sure if he'd do it. 'Uh, Jamie baby,' I stammered, 'uh, would you suck me now? Please. Oh, God, please suck me,' I cried out shrilly.
"He didn't answer. I vaguely felt his now limp cock slithering out of my dripping cunt and sliding down along my thigh. Then I felt what I'd been waiting so desperately for ... his warm breath tickling along the insides of my still twitching thighs. First, the warm breath, then the electric, titillating touch of his soft, wet searching tongue as it testily flicked out and explored my oozing pussy.
"I opened my eyes now and looked down. He was semikneeling on the floor directly in front of me, his feet scrunched and pressed firmly against the wall where my legs were still kind of propped up. His cute little boyish head was between my legs, and his shoulders were just about under my bent knees. Well, what do you know, I thought to myself, my kid brother is a faster learner than I dreamed he would be. And what's more, he's freaky, too!
"He was trying to reach one of my tits with one hand, but I guess I was in the wrong kind of position or his arms weren't quite long enough. I kind of shriveled up, you might say, and he reached it, all right. Then he started massaging it and pinching the nipple harder each time he came around it. His other hand had made itself at home too, you know; it was fondling my bare, quivering belly and playing with my wiry pussy hairs, gently pulling on them. God, he was driving me right out of my ever-loving skull. I wonder if he realized what he was doing to me?
"Then suddenly I felt what I'd been waiting so long for ... his tongue squirming its way around my pussy lips. It was a crazy kind of feeling-you know, the kind where it starts cra-zily burning right in your gut until it just takes you over completely, and you no longer have any kind of control over what you're doing. It was happening right in my snatch, but the crazy, sweet, sharp tingling spread all over me, from my spread-open cunt lips to my teeth. I felt like I'd really flaked out and all this couldn't possibly be happening to me, you know; it was just too good a feeling to really be true!
"I gasped loudly, then bit my lips until I felt I could almost taste the blood. I didn't want to scream or anything like that, but I couldn't help the mad, impossible pleasures that were shooting through me in lightning waves. The nub of my fuckbutton was just in full-blown heat, throbbing and pulsating, crying for more and more of my baby brother's sweet, sweet tongue. I didn't know if I could stand much more of his sweetness without blowing my mind completely.
"He moved his mouth off my pussy for just a little while, taking time to nibble his way down my leg-first one, then the other-and then he started tonguing my legs. It was really freaky! I'd never thought that it could do anything for me just to have some guy-especially my baby brother-down there tonguing my legs! He lifted my foot and started teasing my toes just a little bit, you know, then he moved back up and traced wild, electric little circles around my snatch, taking the folds of my pussy lips ever so gently between his teeth and softly grinding them. It felt so good! You just couldn't possibly believe how good that felt to me. I don't know whether it's the fact that he's my brother or what, but I do know that he's gotten to be a good balling partner.
"For some silly reason, I thought of our mother just then. Dad was gone, long gone. You know, he left us when Jamie and I were just kids, and Mom has been doing all sorts of things to keep skin and bones together for all of us. I got to college on a kind of poor man's scholarship and a loan. I know she doesn't know it yet, but I know how she gets some of the money we live on. I've watched her many a night when I was supposed to be sleeping, you know. She's had some rather interesting fucking partners. I wonder what she'd say if'I mentioned that Jamie and I would like to help her out in some little way. Maybe we could even have some kind of family scene going and charge money for admission or something like that. Well, hell, why not? I can dig a good orgy, and I know Jamie could, too, so what's the hassle? Oh well, it probably wouldn't work out too well anyway ... no use thinking about it now. The tongue . . . moving up and down my pussy. In and out my hole ... oh, God, you can sure come up with some good fuckers in this world, can't you?
"Jamie's tongue really does weird things to me ... I can't even begin to explain. Here he's just thirteen years old and getting experience that some grown studs don't have and can't get. How wild!
"Somehow his finger found my little brown hole, right in the middle and below my ass crack. I could feel him doing funky things there. How can a kid so young do all those things and improvise yet? I damn sure know I'm not about to ask any silly questions. Would you?
"I reached down and pressed his head to me, kind of trying to glue it to my pussy. I couldn't help it, and I wasn't even thinking of whether or not he could breathe-as if that really made a bit of difference one way or the other. I heard the wet slurping, sucking sounds as he pulled my lips further apart, lapping up the creamy juices oozing out of me. His head was bobbing almost like mine does when I'm on his cock, but not quite as much, you know, just lazily seeming to move up and down as the slick, snakelike tongue squirms in and out of my hot, gushing hole. Suddenly, I felt it... I was coming.
"How do you describe coming? It was like flying through the air on alternately hot and cold wings. Or maybe it's like feeling icicles and other things shooting up and down you, starting from the tips of your toes and flying right up to your hair roots. It's like everything and nothing at the same time! Just far out, creamy smooth burning up, if that's possible. I don't know.
"I didn't realize it just then, but he was jacking off a little bit while he sucked. He just made it hard and then he stopped. The warm, syrupy flowing feeling continued right on up through my belly and hit my tits like a bolt of lightning. My ears started ringing, tingling and burning at the same time. I couldn't believe it, it felt like I was the fireworks display on the Fourth of July. I heard myself moaning, groan- ing, doing all sorts of things, I didn't know I did. All this time his tongue kept on lapping, licking, sucking, sliding in and out of my quaking pussy hole. He did it lazily. I guess he was trying to make me hold out just a little bit longer, but it was too late for me. I couldn't do that little thing for him.
"Finally, I had to grab his head real hard to make him stop flicking that crazy tongue ... I'd creamed all over and he still hadn't stopped! We just lay there on the tile floor, his face smashed up to my pussy and my sweat-drenched body heaving and quivering under his young maleness.
"After what seemed like at least one hundred years, I found myself lazily floating back down to reality. In velvety waves of blackness and a mild sort of flashing light, I crashed.
"After I'd come back down to earth, I found Jamie still between my legs, but now with his head propped up with his elbow. He took turns staring first at my face and then at my still oozing pussy. He grinned, a slow, lazy kind of grin that seemed to spread from one ear to the other. 'Hi there, sis,' he said and smiled up at me.
"Hi yourself,' I half moaned back at him. I didn't even think I could get the words out all in one breath you know, it was that hard.
"Did I do okay, sis?' he asked, a puzzled but elated look on his almost hairless face.
"You did better than okay, silly,' I an- swered. Taking a'deep breath, I continued with, 'You did extra super, little brother!"
"Again he grinned and flicked out that freaky tongue of his. As soon as the tip of it hit my sensitive pussy again, I thought I was going to jump clear through the roof. Playfully, I grabbed him by the hair, 'Whoa. Hold on, baby brother. There's more time!' I tried to say it in such a way that he couldn't figure out what his tongue was doing to me. I didn't want him to get too cocky about it, you know. From the devilish look on his face, I gathered I didn't succeed with my farce too well. He knew I dug it and there wasn't a thing I could do to hide it.
"When's my turn, Laura?' he asked, showing me his hard cock gripped firmly in his hand. He kind of waved it at me, you know, like a flag or something.
"Well, come here,' I mumbled, 'I can't reach it way down there!"
"Quickly he scooted up towards my face. Actually, he sat to the side of it so I'd just have to turn my head around a bit to get at it. He was just a big tease-that's one thing I was sure he was very proud of. I could see the delicate blue veins almost popping out of the skin as he started lazily jacking it off right in front of my face.
"'You like this, don't you, sis?' he whispered huskily. 'You really like this little hunk of meat, don't you?"
"Oh, for Christ sake, Jamie, yes. I like it ... I love it. Oh, God!' I cried out. In the next instant I'd rolled over on my side almost and stuck most of it in my mouth. I didn't usually start out like that, but I wanted to taste it while it was still kind of wet with my own come. That's why I swallowed it up to the base--the only reason I didn't take more was because he didn't have anymore to give me. If he'd had a cock a yard long I'd probably be the first one to try and swallow the whole fucking thing in the condition I was in! Even with his cock in my mouth and his arms around me, I could still feel and hear his tongue going in and out, up and down, and all around my aching pussy.
"He was really hung up on my snatch, you know. Why, even then with him half-sitting up he just leaned back and burrowed three fingers into my hole, slowly pulling theni out, ramming them back in, and on and on until I was more than halfway out of my skull.
"One good thing about being on a floor, even if it is a bit cramped, you don't have to worry about falling or sliding off anything. You know, I remember one guy I screwed and at a very inopportune moment we went crashing to the floor and his cock almost literally flew out of my pussy, splashing come all over everything. It seems funny now, but I was really ticked off then. It was such a damn fool thing to do. Now I know that my Jamie wouldn't do that to a girl. He'd pick the right 'battleground."
"I" slowly ran my hungry mouth along his hard little cock, then I flicked out my tongue and did the same thing. His whole little prick just glistened with all my saliva, it was that wet now. You know, cocks taste marvelous, but it depends on what you think of the person you're sucking off. Now, I love my brother and he loves me in all kinds of ways, so we both taste good to each other, right?
"He didn't really have a man's smell, if you know what I mean. I guess you'd say he smelled like a boy-no cologne or stuff like that. I wanted to do everything to him, all at one time-swallow his sweet, stiff cock, tongue-bathe his balls, cock, asshole, drink up his come, everything-you know, just everything!
"Jamie was really moaning and groaning now. I even heard animallike groans escape my throat and come gurgling up and out of my mouth. I nibbled at his balls. I even took them into my mouth as much as I could and kind of nibbled on them that way. Then I ran my tongue down his crack and teased his little brown hole a little bit. I'd never done that to him quite this way, and by the way he jumped, I guessed he was a bit shocked or something like that.
"I licked the swollen, red knob of his throbbing cock some more, then I licked my lips until they were almost dripping wet and made an oval shape with my mouth. I pressed the wet, sparkling head of his delicious cock into it, teasingly at first, then all the way. Taking my time and moving very slowly, I rocked my head gently into his crotch, teasing his peach-fuzz bush and sliding my wet, devouring mouth all the way down the rod to the thicker part, the root at its base. Again, very slowly I rocked my head backward, drawing my tingling mouth back up its hardness, along the meaty shaft of the quivering prick, until I only held the very tip of it between my now nibbling lips. I don't say what this kind of treatment does to Jamie, but I can say that it drives me batty! I just completely flip out when I'm sucking his joint, not necessarily any other guy's, although I dig that scene, too.
"I just kept right on rocking my head forward, then slowly back, biting him a little along the way. Just on the underside of a guy's cock there's a kind of thin skin, a membrane they call it. I started flicking it with my tongue, slowly and ever so lightly, like I was tongue tickling him, you know. I gave it a few flicks like that, then I pressed his cock back and up against his belly, and ran my tongue up and down the underside of it a couple of times. I almost had to hold Jamie down when I did that, because his hips started doing all kinds of weird things, kind of like muscle spasms, you know. He was really moaning and crying out now so I knew he really liked that even though he was in no position at the moment to say so. I went back to flicking the underside of his cock, going faster and faster until the muscles at the end of my tongue seemed to be going into spasms of their own.
"His fingers became claws, tangling in my hair, pulling it, snarling it ... just everything. He was flat on the floor by now and had stiffly arched his body so that he kept some kind of balance even though he was squirming and wiggling all over the place. I grabbed the base of his cock real hard, you know, kind of pulling it closer to me. That gave me a kind of leverage to keep him still.
"I'let my mouth wander all the way back down his cock and took his sweet honey-filled balls into my hungry mouth again. I started washing them, I mean really washing them with my tongue. Then I moved my mouth all the way back up his cock and found the little split at the top. Lazily, I let my tongue wiggle into it, kind of stabbing him very sweetly with my searching tongue-spear. God, he yelled out then! I would imagine even the neighbors could tell there was something going on in the house.
"Again I put my mouth over his cock and took the whole thing in, bobbing my head up and down as before.
"Gaining speed quickly, I was really going after his joymaker now. In seconds, his hips were jerking wildly in tempo with my devouring mouth. He started grunting really loud, you know, and started pulling my head down harder and harder on his sliding cock. Once he pulled too hard, and I thought I'd jabbed a hole through my throat with his stiff rod. We really started going to town then.
"Finally, he put his fingers back into my twitching cunt. I think he rammed at least four in this time, because I almost felt like I was being torn apart from seam to seam or something like that. It was really far out! My head and his hips jerking together like a drill or something like that, and his whole hand ramming in and out of my still drenched pussy ... wow!
"I think he was kind of afraid of coming off in my mouth, because he started to pull away. I didn't try to stop him with my hand . .. no, I just sunk my teeth into his cock. I no sooner did that than he really started squirming . .. you know, they say like a stuck pig or something like that. Anyway, I really had to move my head faster and faster to keep up with him now. I only needed one hand to hold onto his rod, so I used the other one to squeeze and pinch my tits ... and that helped make it into a real good come!
"In a mad burst, he shot off. I could feel the warm, kind of sticky fluid trickling down my throat, eventually to land in my already come-soaked belly. His sweet baby-brother pecker throbbed and jumped in my mouth, adding just a little more excitement to an already great day. The come had no taste, really; the only thing I can say is that it's very warm. It should be, after all that action, don't you think?
"Jamie and I still make it to this day, although he does it with other girls now and then, and I ball a guy once in a while just to make me appreciate how great my little brother really is at fucking. I see no reason why we can't keep fucking each other the rest of our lives. Can you?"
It appears that no guilt feelings have emerged from the incestuous relationship between Laura and her brother. Because Jamie is younger, he may not be able to suppress the incest taboo much longer, and may experience some harmful side effects emotionally.
As for Laura, a more serious tone must be taken, for she certainly is aware of the taboo and the ill effects which it can cause not only to herself but also to her brother if it is suppressed only partially. The future for Laura is too uncertain to make any kind of diagnosis at this writing. It might appear that her brother could, when reaching the age of emotional maturity, seek and find a healthy male-female realtion-ship outside the family, although such a break with Laura could cause serious emotional disturbances with her.
CHAPTER THREE
She Loved Her Brother Like No Other
"I looked down at Pat's poor, scarred face between my legs and I smiled. His eyes were so grateful, his whole attention focused on pleasing me with his tongue, his teeth and lips. I could feel the love for me flowing from his mouth and his hands on my bottom, through my whole body-straight to my heart.
"I think, at that moment, I was praying. I know it sounds strange to think that a girl would be praying while a boy was performing cunnilingus on her, but it's true. I prayed that one day a fine woman would come along who would be blind to the scars that disfigured his face and part of his neck. But to me, he was still handsome, because his eyes were the bluest in the world, and his smile was like the sun coming from behind a cloud. But I knew the beauty that was inside Pat and that shone out so brightly in every move and look. Even other people who knew him well almost forgot that. he had been so badly scarred in saving me, my mother and dad from a fiery death. He tried to save our younger brother, but he couldn't. That's where he got the bad scars, in that vain attempt to enter the burning house the third time to get Timmy-my youngest brother.
"As Pat looked up at me, he was smiling with his eyes. I had propped myself up on my elbows so that I could look at his face when he sucked my pussy. I liked to see the expression on his face and the look of love in his eyes. He was holding my pussy high, using his hands underneath my ass, and his tongue was already sending the shivers up and down my body as it licked hard at my clitoris.
"He had already played with my breasts and sucked the nipples. After that, he went down between my legs and kissed and licked the inside of my thighs, then he worked up toward the lips of my pussy and stuck his tongue in just a little, teasing me until I was wild to have an orgasm.
"Pat could sense, almost to the split second, when I was ready to settle down for the final climax, and I laid my head back and closed my eyes as he speeded up the thrusting of his tongue and the hard, sucking motion of his mouth. He was so wonderful, so considerate, that I forgot everything and everyone while he was making wild, full love to me all over my body.
"As I felt my passions rising to concentrate in my vagina, Pat's hands were clutching my fanny hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. I was aware of every tiny thrill he sent through me, and I bucked and noved in unison with his lead.
"Then the dynamite exploded inside my vagina, and I let go everything and just floated on a sea of pleasure that went from my toes to my head! Pat knew how I loved to lie there, just enjoying the warm feeling of being loved by a loved one, feeling his gentle mouth sucking my cunt as if to drain every hurt, worry, or care from my body.
"When I stopped throbbing and moving my body, he withdrew his mouth from my vagina and moved upward on my body, kissing my stomach and making it contract in little spasms, then kneading one of my breasts with his fingers while he sucked the nipple of the other one, nipping it with his teeth now and then for an added little thrill.
"I could feel his hard on rubbing against my legs, and I wanted him so badly it made my body ache. We always took a long time in fore-play, and usually, each of us had come at least once by having one suck the other off before we finally ended in straight fucking.
"I hadn't sucked Pat's cock yet, and now I couldn't stand it any longer. I pushed him gently from my body. He rolled over and lay on his back, his eyes adoring me as I crawled down beside him and began to tickle his nipples with my tongue and teeth. Lots of people think that a man ean't get a kick out of that, but I know that he can. Not as much as a woman, maybe-but still, it gives them a thrill when they're getting ready to have sex.
"I loved the way Pat ran his fingers through my hair while I was kissing him. It was-I don't know how to describe it-just reassuring. Like he was letting me know that I had an anchor-a real lover, who would never stop loving me.
"Then I moved down farther, placing my body between his legs, and licking his stomach and around the pubic hair. I would stick my tongue into his. belly button to make him gasp. All the while, after I had moved so I could reach it, I was playing with his prick. He had a pretty good-sized one for a fifteen-year-old. He could have satisfied any grown woman, I know. Maybe not as much as he thrills me, because I don't think Pat will ever love any other woman as he loves me.
"Pat's stomach began to quiver as I kissed it. I played with his cock gently, and I knew that he was just about to the breaking point in his wanting me to suck him off. We both knew that we were in one of those moods that neither of us could get enough sex, so there would be no problem with him getting a hard on several times if necessary.
"I loved to tease his cock with my tongue and lips. He always loved "that part of it, and so did I. There is a close feeling when a man and a woman use their mouth on each other that, to me anyhow, is dearer than actual intercourse. Maybe that's because I know I could never suck a man's cock unless I truly loved him, I don't know. But I always did feel closer to Patrick when we were doing that.
"Sometimes, after intercourse, we would both suck each other to climax at the same time, and that was about as close as I could imagine two persons ever being.
"Pat's prick was bobbing up and down with joy as I began to run my tongue up and down it, just touching the head of it with my tongue, then down the other side. When I knew he couldn't hold off too much longer, I put my mouth over it and began to bob my head up and down, letting it go as deep in my mouth as it could. Pat's prick was round and hard, but not too long, and I was able to take every bit of it into my mouth -right down to the pubic hair. I positioned myself so he could shove it in deep, and at the same time he could play with my cunt with his fingers. That angle also allowed his prick to go deeper into my mouth.
"We were almost perfect for each other. The reason is, of course, that we had been doing this since I was thirteen and Pat was going on eleven. The fire was when he was only eight, but I loved Pat before he saved my life. It's just that I love him more now-and we have found a way to please each other. I know, of course, what incest means, but I don't have any guilt about it, and I don't think Pat does. In fact, we talk a lot sometimes after we have each other, and I know that he truly does love me. He feels, and so do I, that I alone kept him from taking his own life.
"I think I'm the only one that ever really knew what hell Pat went through after his face was burned so badly. Remember, once he stepped out of our house, he was a target for every sadistic bastard that he met, and they weren't all kids, either! The kids are the cruel ones, but it's the grown-ups who really put the knife in deep.
"Pat was unlucky enough to have run into a couple of older men who were homosexuals, and they knew, in their crude, selfish way, how-lonely he was-how tough it was for him out there in the world with that horribly scarred face, and they closed in like wolves, taking advantage of his loneliness and isolation.
"I went to the same school as Pat, and I could see how those goddamned kids treated him like he was some kind of a freak, instead of a boy with more guts than most men have! I used to get into all kinds of fights. Once, I was expelled when I got one kid down and shoved a Coke bottle down his throat. I almost killed him. I guess I would have if two of the teachers hadn't dragged me off that bastard.
"Anyhow, I knew Pat's lonely, ugly life, and I always wanted to make it beautiful and full for him. I don't care what ugly names they call our kind of love, I'm not ashamed of it.
"I loved to have Pat come in my mouth. By swallowing his come, I guess I was trying to put away some of my guilt feelings for the way his face was.
"Our lives changed a lot of ways after the fire. I give credit to my parents for trying- that's why both of them work and save-in hopes of having an expensive skin-grafting job done on Pat. But it's a long grind and the doctors say he shouldn't have it done until he is about my age-seventeen, because if it were done now, he might have to have several other operations like it as he grew older.
"But I never think of Pat as ugly. He's beautiful. So we had sex every chance we got. Now, as I felt his nice cock deep inside my mouth, I tried to suck all the hurt and humiliation out of him. At least, I can make him forget for an hour or so, and that's something. My mother and dad love him and pity him, but they don't have time to really give him a personal love like I can. They are showing their love by working to get that operation, and to give us a good home, and we're grateful for that. We don't really need anyone except each other.
"I began to move my head up and down faster, and Pat started humping his ass up to help his prick go in deep. After a couple of minutes, I felt him start to come, and I sucked as hard as I could, running my tongue over his prick, letting my teeth graze it a little-the way he likes it -with every plunge of his cock into my eager mouth.
"When he shot in my mouth, I just swallowed. Then, while he was lying there, breathing deep and looking at me with love in his eyes, I cleaned it all off with my tongue, and began to suck it again, getting him ready for the real thing.
"Pat is going to make a good lover for the girl who is lucky enough to marry him. He knows every way in the book to excite and arouse a woman, then fulfill her down to her toes.
"When his cock was stiff again, I crawled up on top of him-that's our favorite way-and I squatted over his cock, sitting erect while Pat steered it into my hot, wet pussy. We loved it this way, because once Pat's cock is in good, I can lean back a little, and sort of guide the movement of his cock by the movements of my body. And Pat can let his cock go in deep, while at the same time he uses his fingers to massage my clitoris. But the best part of it all is that we can look into each other's eyes and see love, and send love messages with our eyes and lips.
"We always do that, anyhow; I mean, tell each other that we love one another more than anything in the whole world. We'll never stop loving one another this way. We couldn't. Even if we marry, there will always be this kind of love between us, and I know that we will have to really have intercourse at least once in a while. I don't know how it will work out, but it will, somehow. I'll make it!"
Although it may seem on the surface that Kathy is an exceptional case in the category of brother-sister incest, psychiatrists feel that she is not. They base their conclusion on the feelings that are ever present in all brothers or sisters.
It is a geneological fact that, strictly from a medical and scientific point of view, no relationship on earth is closer than that of brother-sister, sister-sister, or brother-brother.
This is more readily understandable when we consider that the merging of the parents' blood, lineage, genes, etc., is equally present in each, thus making them far closer by blood ties than any other two persons in the world, much closer than father-son or daughter-mother combinations.
Even more important to most psychiatrists is the fact of environment. Children who are close together in ages usually share almost identical environments. They are taught the same things by parents. They learn of life, love, pain and. punishment, joys and tears as pupils of the same teachers: their parents. Since a majority of psychiatrists maintain that environment is the strongest factor in shaping sex attitudes, it follows that the sexual relationships and desires, though usually subdued or controlled, are equally potent because of this shared environment.
Oddly, few parents ever consider the fact of the deep love that is usually present between brothers and sisters. Naturally, brothers and sisters are thrown together in the most intimate of relationships. They often see one another naked or only partly clothed. There are psychologists, authorities on the sexual behavior of the young, who claim that of the many cases of incest which are revealed, the sexual contact between brother and sister is most often the initial sex experimentation beyond masturbation. It does not always culminate in an actual sex act. However, it is the first faint stirrings of sexual desire and curiosity of the sex organs and bodies of each other.
It is an almost natural reaction for a brother or a sister to do battle for and protect the other.
This, added to the deep blood tie and the romantic idealism of early childhood, makes Kath's feelings for her brother all the more understandable.
Kathy was an extreme case only in that she felt a deep obligation to her younger brother for saving her life when their home burned. She could hardly look at him without recalling that it was partially on her account that he had suffered the disfigurement. She doubtless put too much emphasis on this; however, it is obvious that she is the kind of person who will play the dominant role in any association in her life. Already it is beginning to appear as she assumes the female dominant position in the act of sexual intercourse with her brother.
Also, Kathy has placed herself almost in the position of Pat's mother during their school years together. She was his self-appointed (though willing) guardian, a role usually filled by the mother and//or father. Because both parents worked hard to save money for a face operation on the brother, Kathy felt that she had to assume the role of mother and father, while at the same time she felt admiration for the parents. She in fact wanted to replace only one role function of the parents towards her brother, not all functions.
The. household duties and the overseeing of the welfare of her brother matured Kathy beyond her seventeen years. But, in many ways, she is living in a dreamworld. She talks of marriage for both of them, yet she insists that she can never forego her sexual attachment to her brother. This can lead only to misery. However, it will be Pat who is harmed the most, for he is relying on his sister for all his emotional, physical and sexual needs. Whereas she may one day marry a man who will take her far away from her brother, it is doubtful the shyness and aloofness from those who offer him only hurt will ever completely leave Pat.
He may be helped, of course, by the total love of a mature woman, after he had matured and has had his operation. His operation may be able to restore his self-respect and self-confidence, a step which will help remove his self-degrading feelings. However, he may have formed such strong sexual desires for his sister that he will insist that his wife be a carbon copy of Kathy in all ways.
There were many deep influences present in the lives of both Kathy and Patrick. Kathy, while she thought of herself as a noble protector, was, at the same time, happily assuming the dominant role in Pat's life. It appears that in all other areas of her life, she is actually a shy, retiring individual.
It has been voiced that incest would disrupt the family feelings and relationships providing competition and rivalry between the members. Today, however, those relationships seem to be changing considerably. Most families exist with persons of different and oftentimes conflicting desires and viewpoints living under an almost armed truce in the same household.
Kathy and Pat see little of their parents or other relatives, and they seldom participate in school activities. They live in a vague dreamworld of their own, which Kathy idealizes and justifies because of her great "debt" to Pat. At the same time, Pat runs to his sister for all needs, because he feels he is an outcast, an unwanted, ugly creature.
Brother-sister incest, most professionals will agree, is the most common of the incest forms, with father-daughter coming in second. Nonetheless, brother-sister incest seldom lasts beyond the maturity of at least one of the partners. And, in the majority of brother-sister incestuous relationships that are reported, it is the older sister who instigates and aggressively follows through on the relationship.
Usually, such a sexual relationship begins with mutual masturbation, then moves into intercourse, often preceded by oral-genital sex. Kathy and Pat were no exceptions to this.
The emotional and psychological effect of incest on individuals results in a strong guilt complex buildup, and with it a subconscious or conscious need to be punished. This may account for the feelings of both Kathy and Pat. She feels that she is atoning for being involved in his tragic accident, and bears a cross of martyrdom by devoting all her energies and attention to him, including romantic and sexual activities.
On his part, Pat feels that the world is his enemy, and he is punishing it by removing his love and his being from its activities and inhabitants. He devotes and channels all his passions and thoughts to his sister instead. It is a somewhat complicated form of self-punishment and self-justification, yet it appears to be present in this case history.
Human beings need and want to be accepted. It is the root of man's very ego. He needs to be loved, admired and respected. Most of all, he needs to be wanted. Kathy provides all the salve to Pat's injured ego. He feels that because she loves him spiritually and sexually he is a full, wanted creature, despite his physical appearance.
"Pat and I used to fool around a lot long before the fire. I guess we always did. I know that when I was eleven and first began to show faint swellings around my nipples, they hurt me. They were sore and sensitive all the time. One day I was rubbing some lotion on them-it was a hand cream, but I thought it would feel good. Pat walked into the bathroom and saw what I was doing. He was only eight, and he asked me what I was doing. I told him my 'buds' were sore, and he felt real sorry for me. He put his hand on one, and it gave me a funny feeling. We had played with each other sometimes, 'showing' one another our bodies-you know, like all children do at one time or another.
"Pat was so curious about the big difference between his organ and mine, and he was always asking me questions about them. He used to watch when Timmy, the baby, was being bathed or his diaper changed, and I knew that he sometimes took out his own cock and examined it and played with it.
"I was surprised to find that a little boy's cock could get hard and stand up the way Pat's did. I had seen my father once or twice with a hard on, and I knew that it had something to do with fucking. I used to sneak up and watch my mother and dad making love. They sometimes did it on the couch, or the living room floor, when they thought we were all asleep.
"I used to want to play with Pat's dink, but he was the one who really broke the ice between us. He was always hanging around when I was dressing or taking a bath, asking questions and touching me or pointing to certain parts of me and asking what it was and what it did.
"I was twelve when I really began to get a growth of hair around my pussy and under my arms. My breasts had filled out a lot, too. One night after I had gotten into the tub, I found there was no soap or towels, and I called to Pat to bring some to me. Mother and dad were out someplace, and he was in his room reading a book. By that time, I was big enough to baby-sit with Timmy, so we were alone in the house.
He came into the bathroom and just stood there staring at my breasts. I could see his eyes go wide when he let them stray down to my pussy.
"He asked me what that hair was for, but I couldn't think of any answer. I tried to put him off by telling him that it was just a sign that a person was growing up. He asked me if he would have hair like that when he got older, and I told him he would.
"He touched one of my breasts and asked if it hurt when it grew big and round. I told him it didn't, and I noticed at the same time that he was getting a bulge in the front of his pants. I was curious, too, because I thought that only grown men could have a hard on.
"I finished my bath in a hurry. Pat sat there watching me towel myself dry. I couldn't reach some of the places on my back, so I asked him to dry me. He took the towel and carefully dried me, and I could feel the tingles go up and down my body when he ran the towel within the crack of my ass, then down the inside of my thighs. I turned around slowly and told him to dry the hair around my pussy-I didn't say that, I just said, 'Dry me there, Pat."
"He took a long time to rub me there, and I began to get all excited, especially when I saw that he had a hard on. The nipples of my breasts were standing uphard, and I felt like I wanted to masturbate.
"I asked Pat if he felt funny when he rubbed my fanny and between my legs. He blushed, but he nodded. I just couldn't help myself-I reached down and grabbed his cock in my hand, right through his pants! I could feel him jump when I did, and he gasped, but he didn't back away or try to take my hand off it.
"I had turned around and faced him, and when I took his cock in my hand, he reached out and touched my breast. Without even thinking, he moved close and clamped his teeth and lips over my nipple. He began to suck hard, and I began to get so hot I was almost dancing around.
"I undid his pants and slid my hand inside the zipper and took his bare prick in my hand. He went on kissing and sucking my breasts, changing off. I began to jerk his cock and took his pants off. I was naked, and all he had on was his shirt. I walked into the bedroom, and Pat followed. I guess we both knew that we were going to have some real fun this time.
"I laid down on the bed and spread my legs wide so Pat could see my pussy-wide open, wet and hot. I patted the bed beside me and he laid down. I played with his cock a little more, then I asked him if it felt good, and he nodded. I asked, 'Would you like me to suck it?' He was breathing hard from my jerking him off, and all he could do was nod, so I crawled down and laid between his legs and took his cock in my hands. I kissed the head of it, then licked it up and down. I played with his balls with one hand, while I took his cock in my mouth. I could get most of it in my mouth, and I began to suck it as hard as I could, letting it go deep into my mouth. Pat just laid there and bounced up and down to keep his cock lunging into my mouth. After about a minute, I felt it throb and shudder, and then he laid quiet. I knew he had come, but of course he didn't shoot any juice into my mouth-not then.
"He began to play with my hair while I kept on sucking his cock, and pretty soon, he pushed me away and said, 'I want to do it to you, Kathy.' He scrambled away and I laid down on my back and spread my legs. Pat got down between my legs and opened the lips of my pussy with his fingers. He stared hard at it, and I could see the wonder in his face. He'd never seen a cunt up close, and he kept opening it and feeling inside until I began to really get hot. I told him to kiss it and try to touch the little knob inside. He felt around with his fingers and when he touched my clit, I said, 'There-right there!"
"He put his mouth to the lips of it and stuck his tongue in, feeling around until he touched my clit with it. I jumped with the thrill that went through me, and Pat began to use his tongue, his teeth and lips to really hit a lot of sensitive places inside. I began to get with it. He kept on sucking and licking until I felt a streak of hotness begin in my clit and spread all over my body. I grabbed his head and held it to my pussy, but Pat just kept on sucking and licking until I had a second orgasm.
"After that, I played with his prick with my hands while he fooled with my breasts and my pussy lips. After he finished another come, I asked him if he had liked it, and he said he had. I tried to find out what part especially pleased him, but he said all of it had.
"We did that a lot-maybe twice a week or sometimes more-but it was always just playing with each other's organ, or sucking and kissing it-we never really tried the real way of fucking. We wanted to, especially after Pat got hair on his balls, but we were afraid that I might have a baby. I was a dumb thing, and Pat only knew what I taught him about sex and females.
"The night the house burned was like a nightmare. I slept in the same room with the baby, and Pat slept in a small room next to mine. My mother and father slept downstairs.
"Pat has told it a thousand times, and I guess I know every move he made. He woke up, smelling smoke, and ran to the top of the stairs and peered down. He saw flames dimly through the smoke. He felt they were coming from the kitchen.
"He was in a panic, of course-he was only a little boy. But his first thought was of me. He ran into my bedroom and began pulling me out of bed, talking like a maniac that the house was on fire! I had been sound asleep, and I wasn't thinking very clearly, even after I was on my feet. Pat kept pulling on my arm, and I let him lead me down the stairs and outside onto the front lawn.
"He seemed to come alive when the night air hit us, for he acted like a man when he ordered me to stay there and ran back into the house.
"He has told me dozens of times that he completely forgot about the baby. All he could think of was Mom and Dad, and he rushed into their room. Their bedroom opened off the living room. The door was shut, but even so the room had begun to fill with smoke. He was coughing and spitting as he shook my mother and father awake. They had already inhaled enough smoke to make them groggy, and they came out of the house, coughing and holding their throats-my mother in a nightgown and my father in his T-shirt and shorts.
"When Pat had come out of the house with our parents, he suddenly remembered Timmy, so he turned and ran back into the house. By this time the flames, which had started in the kitchen, had eaten through the ceiling and were bursting through the floor into the upstairs room. We have figured it out carefully then, and if Pat had been five minutes or so later, probably all three of us would have died in the fire.
"Pat tried to get up the stairs, and he managed to reach the top. The heat was awful, and the smoke made it impossible to do much but grope his way. He saw that the flames were already in the room where I slept-it was right over the kitchen-and he ran into his bedroom where the smoke was thick, but the flames hadn't spread. He stuck his head out of the window to get some good air into his lungs.
"Then he held his breath and tried to make it into the room where Timmy was. We'll never know if Timmy was already dead or not. Pat says he didn't hear him crying or making any noise, so maybe the poor little thing was already dead from inhaling the smoke and the fiery air, before the flames burned his little body to nothing.
"Anyhow, Pat remembers that his clothes caught fire. He backed out and tried to beat out the flames with his hands. He still hoped he could get into the room, and when he had smothered the flames on his body, he went back for another try at rescuing Timmy. The crib was in a corner, and was walled off by the flames. Pat was getting weak, but he managed to make it over to the bedroom window and get it open.
He began to scream from the window, and by then Mr. R-, who lived next door, was under the window and shouted for Pat to jump. Two other men came up and, finally, I saw poor Pat scramble out of the window, perch for a second on the burning windowsill, then jump. The men caught him and put out the flames.
"My mother was in hysterics over Timmy and after seeing Pat's blackened face. Father wasn't much better as he tried to calm her down. I was in a daze. I just stood and stared at the house, thinking that the world was coming to an end -for us, anyhow.
"Pat was in the hospital for eleven weeks, and when he did come home to the house we had rented, he was like a scared animal. He wouldn't come out of his room. We had to take him his meals. I was the only one he would let in the room. He was humiliated by his awful scars, and I spent all my spare time with him.
"It turned out that the little insurance my father had on the house didn't even half cover the loss, and all of Pat's hospital bills and Tim-my's funeral expenses had to be paid. So, my mother went to work, too, and we were left alone most of the time-Pat and I.
"It took a long time for Pat to even come out of his room and let my mother and father look at him. It was almost a year before the doctors -but mostly me-talked Pat into going back to school. I promised him that I would take care of him, and during that time, while he was home, Pat and I really became lovers in the full sense of the word.
"It just came natural to both of us. We had already experimented a lot with sex, and I was desperate to convince Pat that he wasn't ugly -that he should be proud of his scars, because they were the mark of a hero. It took a long, long time, and we were together all the time, talking and growing even closer, as we came to confess our innermost thoughts to one another.
"Then Pat got mixed up with Old Kane- that's all anyone ever called him. He was an old man, and he ran a junkyard in the next block. We had to move to a pretty dumpy neighborhood after the fire. When Pat first began to venture outside, Old Kane tried to be nice to him -or that is what we thought. He used to sit and talk with Pat, and sometimes he would pay him a quarter for bundling up old newspapers or rags:-little odd jobs that Pat could do easily.
"Then one night, Pat told me what Old Kane had been up to. He had finally come right out and told Pat he wanted to suck his cock, and he wanted Pat to suck him off. Pat was afraid, and he couldn't make a move when Old Kane took Pat's cock out and began to play with it. Then he got down on his knees and took Pat's cock in his mouth and sucked him off-all the way.
"When he tried to get Pat to suck his, Pat bolted and ran home, crying hysterically. I was the only one there, and he just threw himself into my arms and sobbed out the whole story.
"When he had calmed down and was in bed talking sensibly again, he told me the awful thing that Old Kane had screamed at him as he was running away. The dirty old bastard had yelled, 'You'll be back, scarface! When you find out that you're ugly like me, and no woman would even be able to stand you near-you'll come runnin' back to have your cock sucked!"
"I cried when Pat told me that, because he was crying, too. He sobbed to me that he was ugly, he was a scarface and that Old Kane was right-nobody wanted him around.
"I soothed him. That night, for the first time since the fire, I sucked his prick. I kissed his whole body, trying to prove to him that he was wanted, that I would always love him and want him.
"It was more difficult when Pat finally went back to school. He'd missed so much time that they put him back one grade, and all the kids were younger than he. It must have been torture for him, most days, but I tried to make it up to him at night.
"Then came the first time we really fucked. I'll never forget it. It so happened that Pat was just finishing taking a bath, and when I walked into his room, he was naked. I stood there, looking at his body, and I just had to run over and hug him to me. We began to kiss, our tongues meeting and teasing, until I could feel Pat's i bare cock pushing against my pussy. He was almost as tall as I was, and he began to roll his hips and rub it into me. We had been on the borderline several times in the past few weeks, and I guess we both knew that it had to happen right then!
"I slipped my clothes off quickly. Pat stood there with his heart in his eyes. We knew this was going to be the biggest moment of our lives!
"I walked to the bed and laid down. He stood beside me, and I fondled his cock and balls, just telling him with my eyes and my smile that I loved him, telling him with my writhing body that I wanted him as my lover!
"He laid down beside me and our lips met as our arms and legs tangled. It was like we had opened up a whole new world. I felt on fire at every spot that our bodies touched, and Pat was gasping and moaning softly. Slowly, I mounted his body. I drew myself up so that I was in a squatting position. I reached down and took his stiff prick in my hand, guiding it to the lips of my aching cunt! I looked into his eyes and saw all the lust, passion and love that a man could feel for a woman, and I lowered myself down on his prong, almost fainting with the pleasure as it slid easily up inside me.
"When it was in, I moved my body carefully, so it wouldn't slip out, and flattened myself against Pat's body. His hands went around my ass cheeks, pulling me in closer as he arched his back and met my down-thrusting cunt. Every stroke brought us closer to ecstasy.
"My body seemed to flow into Pat's, and his cock fit so beautifully inside me that it seemed to fill me from head to foot. We melted into a motion that was almost as if we had rehearsed it a dozen times, and then our mouths locked in deep kisses. There was no need for words. We were one body, sharing every joy that a man and a woman can give to each other.
"I don't know how many times I came, but I know that it was at least four times, and I know that Pat had two orgasms-the last one with us lying on our sides, wrapped up in each other's love.
"After that, it was different with us. We didn't act like brother and sister. We were lovers, and we hardly managed to hide it. I guess if my mother and father weren't working so hard and ending up every night too dog-tired to even take care of their own sex needs, they would have noticed, but they didn't. The rest of the world was ignorant of us, because we kept them at arm's length. We didn't need them-we had our own little world.
"I didn't realize what was happening to me, in connection with other boys. I shied away from' them at school, and after a while they stopped asking me out on dates. Pat still kept to him- self. He had a good brain, but he was too self-conscious in front of others to really concentrate on his studies.
"Well, we continued to have sex and grew very close together all during school. Pat became interested in art, and he soon developed a good talent far painting. I continued to shelter him and provide him with �trength and courage to face the school world.
"However, it was when I was out of school and working while still living at home that I began to notice a change in our relationship. Pat was becoming less and less interested in having sex with me. He devoted most of his time to his painting, and it was soon obvious that his talent was replacing me. What could I do?
"As it now stands, Pat is attending art school, and doing some limited dating on the side. Although he still loves me and sees me regularly, our sex is very light and far between. I guess I'm losing him as a lover. I don't know quite what to do now."
As was discussed earlier in this case history, once either of the two partners in a brother-sister incest relationship reaches maturity, the relationship is broken off gradually. So it has been with Pat and his sister. Kathy is bewildered, for her dreamworld is now falling apart, and unless she is given competent assistance, she may fall apart with her dreamworld. It is at this point in her life that Kathy will need to find someone upon whom she can depend, upon whom she can lean and need. Hopefully, she will find this person, and hopefully, that person will be a mature, sensitive male.
CHAPTER FOUR
Young Deer and Little Flame
"If I had not fled upward from Supai, where I came to life many thunders ago; if I had not taken on the ways of haigu-white man; if I had not angered Tochopa, who led us into Havasu before haigu came to be and who had made Hue-pu-keh-eh and Hue-gli-i-wa into red stone pillars as warning to us to remain forever in our canyon, I would not have entered Little Flame, my father's daughter; I would not have taken Little Flame to the edge of sipapu of Hopi that swallowed her into darkness of ice, and I would not have to tell it to haigu head-medicine man. Now I am afraid. I am Young Deer Who Is Scorpion Who Is Hare. But I will speak all. About Little Flame and Young Deer.
"Little Flame and I came to life in the village of Supai where Tochopa makes gardens grow, makes water run clean out of rock, and keeps his promise to good Havasupai. That is the belief of Lemuel Paya, elder of village, and many others cf Supai tribe. But I heard of many other beliefs from above, from haigu who came to stay in Supai village in Havasu that is an arm of what haigu call Grand Canyon in which the Big Water flows. I heard many times the thunder of their great metal birds, jet planes, as they flew like arrow-eagles high above the cliffs of Havasu, high above the heads of Hue-pu-keh-eh and Hue-gli-i-wa. And until I was fifteen, I listened to Lemuel Paya tell how you find deer by putting two small white stones in your cheeks and begin to sing, how you find a stone inside a deer and keep it in your pocket and it charms other deer; I also heard him sing and ask Tochopa to let him shoot fat deer.
"But Lemuel Paya also spoke of the wonders of haigu, for he had gone up to their land high above Havasu and away from it and had come down. He said it was a world of many wonderful things and of many frightening things and of many things the Supai should not look upon because they would not understand them and because those things were evil even when they were good. I asked him once if it was like the moving pictures haigu showed us once a week in the village. I asked him if haigu were killing all Indians-the Hualapai and Havasupai, the Hopi and the Navajo, and the Apache, too-and it he saw Jim Thorpe. And he. said no. He said it was not like in the moving pictures anymore. He said haigu were not like in the moving pictures, but he did not explain.
"So until I was sixteen, I looked up the Havasu Canyon, to the red cliffs beyond which the strange and secret land of haigu lay, and I wanted to go there to see if it was all true. I told Little Flame, who was thirteen, that one day I would go up the trail down which haigu came to us and I would learn the wonderful ways of haigu and maybe I would become a haigu myself. Little Flame laughed at me when I said it. Then she started asking me often: 'When, Young Deer? When will you go?' And then she was telling me: 'Young Deer, you will take me with you. I want to come with you.' And I would shake my head and tell her that she was too little, that I would go myself and then I would send for her. And Little Flame would clap her hands and tell me to promise. I told her I promise, but she must not tell anyone about it.. ..
"It was spring when I climbed up toward the blue sky of an early morning to Hilltop where the land of haigu began. It was many paces and I rested many times, watching rock squirrels and little lizards and birds feathered in blue with brown breasts and great blue herons flying down to the clear pools at the bottom of falling waters, three of which are below Supai village. I passed some haigu on way down-some walking tired, some riding horse, but not like in moving pictures.
"I was walking on my shadow, the sun was high, when I came to a place that was no longer going up, and there were no more walls of stone around me, and I looked back down. It was first time I felt great fear of Tochopa. Havasu was green jewel with blue lines and red rocks standing silent long way below my feet, and I had deaf ears for I could not bear the waters of Havasu running to Colorado-Big Water Deep Down in Earth. And when I looked around, I saw much sky. I could see sky looking straight in front of me in all directions... .
"And cars. Many cars. Many cars for me who had not seen cars. Small and not so small and big, and of many colors and shapes. There were haigu there also. I did not know what to do. So I walked on wide trail south. Many cars passed me going away and coming. I had to move fast off the trail, for they did not look like they were going to stop. I tried to look at the faces of the haigu driving them; most of them had a look of warpaint on them.
"I don't know how far I walked when I heard a loud noise behind me, like of a yelling sound but not human. Later I learned it was the sound of car wanting you to know something. Horn. I moved off the trail, but the car-big and tall- did not pass me. A haigu with much hair cm. his head and his face that was laughing yelled to me if I was going to Seligman. I said yes. Then he opened the side of the car for me and told me he would take me there. I did not know where Seligman was. But I said, yes, I was going to Seligman....
"Later, in the many days and nights of next three months, I had told haigu who stopped for me, yes, I was going to Kingman; yes, I was going to Needles; yes, I was going to Barstow; and yes, I was going to Los Angeles. And I started to learn the ways of haigu on the path from Hilltop to Seligman, in the big and tall car. And the ways of haigu were not the ways of Supai. They were ways that made your body feel good, but your soul feel the feelings of a snake crawling on its belly....
"That first day, before the sun give the sky up to the stars, I lay on the young female haigu who was in the V and W bus-car and who was friend of the haigu with much hair on head and face. Her name was Dianna, and she also, like Young Deer, was sixteen summers old.... But she was much older in other ways.
"It was first time I entered female, but I know it was not first time Dianna was entered. Much Hair on Head and Face-he entered her first, after doing things to her with his fingers I had never seen before, but which I watched. Hy- man-that was the name of Much Hair-told me to watch. And Dianna with long gold hair wanted me to watch, and she told me that I could do to her like Hyman later. It was a strange way, I thought. And three months with the haigu told me it was their way.
"At first, when I entered the V and W bus, I did not know there was another person in it. Then I heard a voice like little water say, 'Hello, little Injun!' It came from behind. I looked back and saw Dianna. I know right away it was Dianna because hairy man driving said to me, 'That is Dianna. She cooks good and she does other things good.' I said 'Hello, Dianna.' And she asked, 'You run away from home?' To which I do not say nothing, but man driving, he say, 'I'm Hyman. Dianna there, she run away from home. She tired of being treated like animal."
"I said, 'Yes, I run away, but I was not treated like animal. I run away to learn ways of haigu."
"Dianna, she say: 'Who haigu?' "I say, 'You haigu, Hyman haigu.' "Dianna laugh. She has laugh like a bell. She very pretty, although too much nose, not like Supai. I mean, she has too much nose in front, not sideways. But she moves her body in that way that make me forget her nose is too much. She is wearing pants like Hyman, blue, tight. Not like mine-too big. She also wear shirt with not enough buttons. I see skin down middle-down far. She catches my eyes. She says, 'Hey, you're cute. What's your name?' "Young Deer,' I tell her. "She ask, 'You have a girl friend?' "I think, then say, 'No, I have sister. Little
Flame."
"Then Dianna, she ask, 'You fuck Little
Flame?"
"The question made me feel strange in many ways I not felt before. It made me feel cold in the heart, hot in the body, and made my mind go around and the world go around in my eyes. I could not answer Dianna. It was a question never asked by Supai. It was a haigu way. But Dianna asked it me again. She laugh and say, 'Come on, Young Deer, you have made it with your sister, haven't you?"
"Hyman, he looked back. I saw him make one quick shut-eye. Then he asked Dianna, 'After me, okay?"
"I did not understand then, but I soon understand. As much as I can. Which is not much. It does not make sense.
"For a while, there is no more talking. Hyman makes V and W go with the speed of deer running from fire. He makes much dust behind. The sun is setting on the hand that draws the bowstring. Then Hyman makes car go off path and away from road. He stops. He gets out, then he gets inside in back through side of car. I hear Dianna laugh, then I hear Hyman say, 'Young Deer, watch how white man fucks."
"I do not want to look, but I turn.
"I feel flames rise around my body; they burn my head. I feel myself becoming like rock at what I see. It is something I never see before open. I have seen man lie on woman; I have heard man and woman make sounds like wild mountain lion and female coyote. But in Hava-su-two, maybe three times it happen-I saw and heard by accident, and I forced myself to leave fast, because it was a doing that was of the heart of man and woman who want to be alone in the making of their love. In the village only dogs do it in the open because they are dogs....
"But I looked at Hyman and I looked at Dianna, and the more I looked the more I feel the flames inside my body. I can not see well because darkness is coming outside. I must show this because my eyes grow thin and Dianna she must see this because she say, 'Hyman, turn on light. Little Injun can't see everything.' So Hyman make light in darkness of inside of V and W. And I see everything like fish in the waters of Havasu Creek.
"Dianna of the golden hair, she is no longer wearing long blue pants. She only has on- panties, I learn. White like snow lying on the ground, and white like snow falling through the air. She is lying very close to where I am sitting turned and looking at her between the legs that she is facing me with. I can stretch my arm and place my hand on shadow of gold that I can see through falling-snow white. And also on the sides where the fine cover is not enough covering. There are golden hairs. Her panties are so fine I can even see the line of pinkness, only then Hyman makes with his hand like a snake and moves it from top down under Dian-na's panties, and I see his fingers covering the gold and one finger moving up and down the line of pinkness that grows wider and opening with darker pinkness in the middle like a spring flower that rain has fallen on. And she is moving with the movement of snake, only slow, and with a feeling not that of a snake. And Hyman is looking at his hand stroking Dianna's golden fur with the wet pink sliver.
"I hear him gasping like there is not enough air in the V and W. I look up toward Dianna's head, and I see why he has not enough air. Dianna has his large hardness in her hand and she is doing with it like I often do with mine in the village when there is darkness or when I am alone in the trees and I think of young Supai girls I seen naked sometimes. Hyman's hardness is largest I ever seen. It is almost too big for Dianna of the golden hair to place her hand all around, and it is long almost three times as Dianna's hand is wide.
"I have a feeling like I am looking into the eyes of a snake that is turning me into stone. I move my hand to my own hardness moving in my wide pants. I feel it through the coarse cloth and wrap my hand around it. My eyes are like hummingbird, they move to what Hyman's hand is doing between Dianna's legs, then to what Dianna's hand is doing with Hyman's hardness rising out of the opening in front of Hyman's pants. I see suddenly Hyman's hand has only four fingers, and Dianna is moving like a mule that is angered, only Dianna is not angered I know. It is because Hyman has one finger inside Dianna and he is moving it with quickness in and out, in and out, and Dianna is liking it very much. And when I look up to Dianna's hand, I see it is moving with quickness also, and her other hand it is inside the opening of Hyman's pants and it is squeezing what must be the sack of life that I do not see.
"And then they start talking, much that I do not understand, had never heard.
"Hyman says: 'For a sixteen-year-old, you sure have a wild little pussy.' He is still panting, more now.
"And Dianna says: 'I just love your big cock.' And she calls him Daddy-o, which I also do not understand.
"And Hyman says: 'Are you going to suck it for me, Dianna?"
"And Dianna, she says: 'I don't know. I want to suck and I want to have it deep inside me-
spitting, filling my pussy-making me come.' "All this talking, even though I do not understand some of the words at the time, makes me move my hand faster and faster on my hardness. I wonder maybe I should take it out of my pants because I do not want to soil them, but I also am afraid I soil inside of the V and W in the front.
"Then I hear Hyman. He says: 'You can get both, Dianna,' And they suddenly stop their movings. I see Dianna, with her face looking like the pinkness between her legs, is no longer looking at the large hardness of Hyman in her small hand. She is looking at me, and she is smiling. And Hyman, he is looking at me also.
"I move my hand off my own hardness in my pants. I feel much pleasure there, but I also feel shame and something stronger than shame that feels different, because the looks of the haigu in the V and W promise something good that I had never felt before. Then suddenly Dianna is not lying back but she is sitting up and her hand is moving to me and is holding the hardness that becomes even harder between my legs. I hear myself make a choking noise. And Dianna's hand is squeezing the hardness that is mine and she is licking her lips with her small and sharp like a snake's tongue, and she is saying: 'Yum-yum.' And Hyman is laughing and sitting up also.
"Come on back here,' Hyman says, and
Dianna is pulling me by what she is holding and her hand feels good even through my pants and I feel I will not have enough air, too.
"I climb over the back of the seat and stand on my knees in front of Dianna, and I don't know where Hyman is because Dianna is making with both hands to take my pants off. I feel my heart grow soft as my hardness gets bigger. I look at Dianna as she is pulling my pants down, and I take her hair of gold in my dark hand and I say: 'You are beautiful."
"And then I feel her hand on my hardness, and I look down to see that I am not any longer dressed except that I have the shirt on, and Dianna is looking down at my hardness in her hand and she is making the skin move backward and forward; she is making like a cup with the other hand and is holding my hanging sack in it and she is saying: 'You've got a doll of a piece of meat there, Little Injun."
"I say: 'Deer."
"She say: 'What?"
"I say: 'Young Deer."
"Dianna say: 'Young Deer ever get sucked off?"
"I make with my head no.
"Then Hyman is saying: 'Come on, baby. My hard on is getting impatient. It wants into your little pussy."
"Dianna is still moving her hand on my-I now know-hard on. 'Hold your hosses, Daddy- o,' she says. Then asks me: 'Has any girl ever jacked you off before?"
"I don't understand. She moves her hand faster and makes with squeezing fingers and says: 'I'm jacking you off now, Little Deer."
"I see she can not make right with my name, but it does not matter. I say: 'No, you first."
"Do you like it?' And she lets go.
"I make quick movement forward with my hardness. I say with quickness: 'Yes, don't, stop."
"Dianna laughs and says: 'I'm going to make you come in a different way, but first put Hyman's cock into my pussy.' And she lies down on her back, makes her legs fall apart, and I see that she no longer had the covering of her panties. I see hair-face Hyman move on his knees between Dianna's legs, which she makes go up now, holding them open with her hands, which makes the pinkness in the gold an opening with morning dew on it.
"Hyman moves closer and closer in between Dianna's legs, his hardness standing out of him far, and jumping a little, pointing to where Dianna wants to have me put it.
"I look at Hyman, and he says, 'Come on, Injun, take my cock in your hand and stab it into this hot pussy here."
"I never have done this before. I have never taken grown man hardness in hand. I have done this-taken a hardness of another, young Supai in hand-down in the village in the darkness with friend. But he and I only playing-not this. But Dianna say: 'Don't be afraid, Little Injun. Just wrap your hand around it and stick it in me.' She make a small silence, then add, 'I'll let you do it to me later."
"I move down close to where Hyman hardness is standing and Dianna's legs are spread. I put my fingers around the fatness of Hyman's hardness. It is hot to my hand. I feel life in it as I feel life in my hardness. Then I try to push the swollen end of it into Dianna. It will not go. Dianna move her legs higher and say, 'Open me with your fingers, Young Deer. Put your fingers inside me and make me wet with my juices on the outside."
"I do it. I slide my fingers like a lizard-two fingers into the wet heat. It is first time in my life I have my fingers inside female. I feel fire rising in my hard on. I feel like I am going to make with the spurting of seed, but then I feel the heat of Dianna's female hole on my fingers and I hear her moan, and then I feel cool breeze on my hot hardness. Then I feel my hardness spurting with the seed and a tremor takes my body because I feel that I am making my seed erupt into a heat that is Dianna's sucking mouth.
"The next moment much happens. I make noise like a mountain lion, and I pull fingers out of Dianna's pussy, haigu calls it, and I stab Hyman's cock, another word I learn from haigu, all the way into the open heat. And I watch like through much rain how haigu fuck. With much quickness and much making of the noise. Hyman's cock goes in and out and in and out of Dianna's mouth between her legs, making sound like stone being dropped into pool, over and over, or like feet make in mud. And Dianna is still sucking on my hardness that is not hard anymore. And she is licking it and squeezing the sack that hangs below it and making noises with her mouth like she likes everything that is happening.
"A long time Hyman fucks Dianna of the golden hair with the legs that wrap around,and then I know he is making with the spurtings of his seed inside Dianna's pussy. I know because he make gruntings like bear and he shouts, 'I'm coming, fucking little cunt! I'm filling your snatch with it, baby!' And Dianna makes my cock come out of her mouth, and she forgets I am there. She winds her arms around Hyman's neck and is panting very much and makes noises like coyote that has been hit by a rock. And they are both moving like they are running somewhere, but then they suddenly stop and look like they are of stone, and I fear a moment that Tochopa has turned them into a haigu Wigeleeva, which is another name for Hue-pu-keh-eh and Hue-gli-i-wa. But they are breathing. . . .
"It is later that Hyman comes out of Dianna. By that time my hardness between the legs is back. And Dianna sees it. 'You want to?' she asks, looking at me with her eyes that I see now are blue like little water. And she takes my hardness in her hand and pulls me to where Hyman was.
"When I lie upon her and feel her fingers putting me inside her, I do not believe it. It is like a feeling I had one time when in the village a haigu who had come down had given me some whiskey to drink. But it is a much better feeling. I think it is much better than Dianna's mouth. I feel all the way inside her and I feel her legs go around me, and I start to fuck. It is the rubbing of my hardness inside her that is so much pleasure making. It does not take long. I feel Dianna's arms and legs go tight around me like a snake that is squeezing, and she bites my ear, and says, 'Come! Come, Little Injun!' Then she screams and shudders and I move with much quickness, feeling the seed going like liquid bullets, like hot water out of the earth, and I say, 'Eh! Eh! Eh! Hanaga! Eh! Hanaga!' And then Dianna covers my mouth with her mouth and her tongue is inside my mouth and I cannot talk, and we turn to stone___
"It is darkness when Hyman opens door for me and says: 'This is it. Seligman.' I step out. I say: 'Thank you, Mr. Hyman.' He laughs, then makes the V and W with much noise and drives away with red lights that get smaller and smaller-----I take big breath. Last picture in my mind is of Dianna sleeping in back after I and she fuck.
"It is three months later that I begin to think that I fuck many haigu girls, all kinds of ways, I have haigu men and haigu girls suck me, but I make no friends. I feel like a small rock in Ha-vasu Creek. It moves over much ground over long time, getting smaller and getting nowhere...."Young Deer's case makes a strong point toward a condemnation of the direction in which the "advanced, cultured, civilized" society of the Western world appears to be heading. The condemnation is not so much of what the subject refers to as "the ways of the haigu" as the apparent purposelessness of their ways combined with the flagrantly and thoughtlessly hedonistic exploitation of man by man. It is difficult to arrive at any specific cause for this trend in modern society, but the presence of this trend as it is manifested not only through juvenile delinquency and postjuvenile crime, but through our society's egocentric life-styles, its cultural decline and political decay, can neither be denied nor concealed.
Mencius's lines, as rendered by James Legge in his The Chinese Classics, Vol. II: The Works of Mencius, "The root of the kingdom is in the state. The root of the state is in the family. The root of the family is in the person of its head,"
and Alexander Pope's lines from his Moral Essays, " Tis education forms the common mind: just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined," undeniably point at the roots of the problem. And Harrison E. Salisbury, though possibly less poetic, is specific in his analysis of the situation. In his The Shook-up Generation, he writes:
The valid question arises as to what causes delinquency in ... pleasant suburban areas. The children have all, the conventional advantages. The homes are clean, neat, stuffed with consumer goods. The schools are good. There is ample room for kids to run and play. There are no dope pushers at the local candy stores to lure girls into prostitution. The families are not broken, for the most part. How does it happen that the kids go wrong? ...
As Professor Short found in his study of middle-class families in Washington State the key factor in delinquency is not the classic broken home from which one of the parents has departed but the "psychologically broken home". . ..
In too many suburban homes the father sees little more of his children than does the alcoholic parent of the tenement family. In too many homes the mother is too busy with an eternal round of social activities to have any really warm relationship with her children. The end result is unhap-piness in the midst of plenty. Children are as emotionally starved as those in the deprived areas of the slums.
And, of course, as "birds of a feather flock together," they seek out those of similar misfortune, and, human nature being what it is, they sometimes find new "converts," that is juveniles whose grievances are not irresolvable but who, feeling that they find more in common with those other "oppressed and abandoned," dwell upon their grievances and at times even make unconscious efforts to become, through rebelliousness, "equals" with their newfound com-miserators. And with their rebelliousness being the only means at their disposal to gain in status, they rebel against the head of the family, the society, and the state, ever growing in numbers and ever broadening their methods until they create a new society. And sometimes-such as now-the form of the new society they create is disturbing.
It was, then, into this kind of a "new society" that Young Deer of the Grand Canyon Havasu-pai Indian tribe found himself cast. In this case, there is no point to dwell on the psychological reasons of why he eventually, as the balance of his case history will show, became involved in an incestuous relationship with his sister, Little Flame. As a matter of fact, psychology and psy- chiatry would be hard put to attempt explaining the development of Young Deer's case even with the catchall explanations that Freudian, Jungian, and the innumerable other "ian" schools have in their bags of tricks. Perhaps the only true analysis of Young Deer's case would have to be based on the "Rotten Apple" theory. Essentially, that theory is very simple: A rotten apple in a crateful of good apples, if left alone for a long enough time, will contaminate the good apples; a good apple in a crateful of rotten apples does not have much of a chance of remaining good.
It should be pointed out here that the narrative of Young Deer, as reproduced here, encompasses but two days of his ninety-day sojourn with what he refers to as the haigu, i. e., non-Indian segment of our population. There is no question that had he been picked up by a more desirable element of society on his first day out of the relatively staid and unsophisticated environment of Supai village, he would not have been immediately, if at all, subjected to the "domino effect" of moral decay.
The tragic irony of Young Deer's case is that although he eventually rejected the ways of that segment of the non-Indian society in which he became embroiled, he was caught in the emotional turmoil of his (natural?) hypersexuality, the beliefs of the Havasupai, guilt at having gone contrary to the life-style of a "good
Indian," and his desire to share his experiences with the haigu with someone from the village. His decision to meet, in a clandestine rendezvous, with Little Flame before withdrawing from both the white man's and his native society ("I needed time to think alone with the waters and the trees and the rocks," as he put it), does not appear to have had) any ulterior sexual motive. He claims that he could not bear to face his mother, to whom he was sure he had brought insurmountable grief by his original stealthy departure, and that he felt a meeting with his sister would serve the purpose of assuring those in the village who missed him that he was alive and well.
In retrospect, one can say that Young Deer was the victim of three cultures: the traditional culture of the Havasupai Indians, the Christian culture that had been introduced into the village-the Havasu Canyon has its own chapel and church program-and the non-Christian, non-Judeo-Christian,' if not anti-Judeo-Chris-tian culture of "the world above," i. e., the "anything goes" segment of modern society. At the same time, it should be pointed out that he was not a victim of any one of the three cultures more than of the remaining two; rather, he was victimized by the clash of the three philosophies within his confused mind, and it was this clash of "contradictory truths" that created the emotional conflict.
"There was Tochopa, I had learned from my mother, and he was a good god, and he had a daughter; there was Hokomata, and he was a very bad god. The word of haigu was that there was Jesus, son of Tochopa; they said nothing of his daughter. The Havasupai did not know of son before haigu came down and told of him and built a quonset hut in Supai village and called it 'church' and 'house of God' where the spirit of Jesus, son of Tochopa, of whom haigu had not heard until they had come down to Supai, lived on altar in bread and wine. All this I had learned in the village, but I could not understand it as truth in the world of haigu. The world of haigu, in which I moved three months, was a world full of churchs, yes. Haigu built many of them, but he lived in the world around the churches, and that world wasthe world of Hokomata. It was the world of scorpions and coyotes that did much sex and little other.
"It is true that I saw many haigu I did not know, but the haigu I was with told me those others were of 'the Establishment' and did much sex also, only they did it in darkness and when they were not doing money things. It was all out of my understanding and I made my mind to go back to the village of Supai up. I rode on haigu cars from Los Angeles to Williams with my thumb, but then fear seized me and when I came to Grand Canyon Village I did not know what to do. Then I found a Hopi man and told him of my going away to the haigu world adventures and the many pains in my chest they had brought me. He listened with the patience of an Indian, then asked me if there was any person in Supai village I wanted to talk with the most. I thought of my mother, but I feared her anger.
Then I thought of Little Flame___The old
Hopi said he would try to bring Little Flame up to his home and then I could talk with her.
"I was at the Hopi old Indian house for two weeks. I had told him I wanted to talk with Little Flame alone. He said he would see what he could do. It was after two weeks, a time in which he was gone for one week, that he told me of Little Flame coming up with another Hopi friend to talk with me. He make arrangement for us to meet at Indian Gardens halfway down to bottom of Grand Canyon...
"I met her there, below Indian Gardens, by running water. She did not know me at first because I was dressed in haigu jeans, which are pants that are tight, and white shirt and glasses of darkness. She also did not look as I remembered her; she also was dressed in haigu clothes. But I understood; it was so there would be no knowing by others who looked on who she was and who I was. She was dressed in jeans also, and in shirt. But she was sitting on rock alone like she was resting, and I was walking down trail. I did not say 'Little Flame' until I was in front of her to the side; it was then I said, 'Little Flame,' and she looked at me, and like sound of running water soft in the night, she said,'Young Deer?"
"It was when she got up from rock that I felt the urge of haigu. In village she wore large dress that did not show her shape. In haigu shirt I saw her for female, a female of my kind-a Ha-vasupai. I wanted to lie on her, and when she came to me, slowly like a shy deer, I took her in my arms and held her close and felt the hardness of my loins growing great and I knew I wanted to put the hardness in between Little Flame's legs and make it go inside her. In words of haigu, I wanted to fuck Little Flame.
"She must have felt my hardness against her, because she looked up at me, then put her small arms around to my back and said, 'Young Deer, you have become big."
"But we did not come close like that again until we came down to where the trail goes up again on the other side of the great river, what haigu calls Phantom Ranch. The old Hopi Indian of Grand Canyon Village had given me haigu money and had said he made reservations at the ranch for two and I was to tell woman there that. It was so. It was not the time of year when many haigu come down, so there were not many of them there.
"Little Flame and I had talked all the way down the Bright Angel Trail. At first she was shy, but then-after I took her hand to help her walk in some places, when she became tired- she lost that shyness. Sometimes she walked in front of me, and at those times I could not force my eyes to leave her small back that lies below the waist and that I learned from haigu is called ass. It was not full like on some haigu females I had seen and been inside of, but it was making my mouth run with water and my hardness grow in my tight jeans. And then, when I walked in front and would look back to see that Little Flame was coming, I could see the female fullness of her tits that were not large but were too large for the shirt Little Flame was wearing. Little Flame was not wearing what haigu call a brassiere, which one time after I learned from haigu another word for tits, that is boobie, I called boobie trap, which my calling made the haigu I was with at the time laugh very much. I did not understand why he laugh until he tell rfie of meaning of what I call brassiere....
"I know now that Little Flame knew that I had a strong wanting for her all the way down to Phantom Ranch, but I did not know it then, and I did not know other things about Little Flame until much later that day, and those other things made me feel things I had never felt before toward Little Flame. If I had listened to Little Flame's silence while I told her of the kind of life I had among the haigu maybe I would have heard that she was not the same
Little Flame that I had left in Supai village three months before. But I did not listen, I did not think why Little Flame did not act like she had been bitten by a scorpion while I talked. I did not tell Little Flame details of my fuck-ings with haigu females, but I made her understand that I had done much of that and that I wanted to come and talk to her and be with her more than I had wanted to fuck haigu females.
"I said Little Flame listened with silence, but she also spoke to me with the squeezing of her hand when I would give her mine to help in some places on trail. It was a squeezing of the hand not like any I had felt from any of the hai-gus; it was the hand of my own people, my friend, my sister. She was my father's daughter and she made me feel warm and away from the life of three months before.
"Shadows were making strange shapes over the walls of canyon when we crossed the great river over suspension bridge. By time we reached Phantom Ranch, it was almost full dark shadow that filled the canyon. I walked up to office window and said I had reservation cabin for two made by Hopi Indian. Woman gave me number of cabin, looking with strangeness at Little Flame, but she did not say anything. I suppose it was Little Flame's young looks that made her think-like the thought of all haigu - of fucking....
"In cabin with the canvas roof and four beds and a screen porch in front, Little Flame sat down on one of beds. I looked good at her then, standing in middle of room. She was not what haigu calls beautiful, not in the ways of the haigu. She wore no paint on her mouth and face and eyes. She had a skin of a Havasupai and eyes of deep darkness and nose that was not large in the front but a little large on sides, but she was a Havasupai and she was beautiful to me. I smiled at her, and let my eyes come down to the fullness like two hills in the front of her shirt. 'You are growing large,' I said. 'You are like a woman, Little Flame.' I smiled at her.
"She said: 'I am fourteen, Young Deer. I am large enough."
"It was a strange thing she said. I wondered at it. I also felt a heat go through my body. I looked at her hard, but still smiling. I thought then, when she said nothing more, that I misunderstood her, that I was thinking in the way haigu thinks. I said, 'It is hot and we are all sweaty. We should take a shower."
"Is there shower here?' she asked.
"I said, 'Yes.' Then I said, 'I will go find out where it is."
"I know that at that time I was already thinking of Little Flame in ways not of brother but of mating male. I do not know why. I think it was because I had been used by haigu females and males, used by those who had many times before used others, and I wanted a making of love with one who had not been used. I wanted a making of love, not a fucking....
"I found shower house down path toward office. I came back to cabin where Little Flame was still sitting on bed. 'We go to take shower,' I said.
"She looked at me. 'Together?"
"I looked at her, then walked to bed and put her head in my hands and looked into her eyes. They were deep and they were dark. 'Do you want to take shower with Young Deer?"
"She did not answer, but I saw her eyes were not sure to answer. So I brought my mouth down to her black straight hair on head and kissed it. I felt her tremble, then her arms went around my waist and she held me close. I felt my hardness growing and pressing against the softness of her front on top-her tit. I thought it would frighten her, but she did not pull away. She made her arms tighter. Her hands on my ass felt like no haigu female hands. There was a fear in her hold, like I would leave her and she did not want me to do that again.
"Then she said, 'I have no clean clothes to put on after shower."
"I said, 'Don't. I will stand outside shower after I am finished, and I will make the sound of bird when it is safe for you to come out. You come out fast and run here, where I will meet you."
"It was done that way. I went to shower, where I made my body clean with the hot water. I thought I heard the shower next door in woman's side, shower under which my sister Little Flame was standing undressed with water kissing her body. The picture in my mind made my hardness large in front of me and I put my hand around it and I moved my hand thinking of Little Flame's naked body and what it would feel like to lie on it with my cock inside her young, never-before-entered pussy. I wondered if she had hair on it. The last time I had seen it-I could not remember when-it was naked of hair and with skin puffed out on both sides of slit that was the entrance to her sex hole. I felt good as I rubbed my hard on slowly, letting good feelings grow in it until I could control the good feelings no more and my hardness made me bend over forward and rub it faster and faster. I watched my come fly out of the large smooth head like little white birds through the spray of the shower and hit the plastic curtain and then run down it slowly. And I said aloud, 'Little Flame, I am going to fuck you tonight. I am going to slide my Indian cock into your Indian pussy where it belongs and stroke inside you until I fill you with Indian life...."
"When I was finished, I stepped out into the night. It was silent in woman's shower room. I listened to the sounds of wilderness at night that I had almost forgotten in the world of haigu. It was mostly the sounds of silence. But there were also sounds of bats whistling around lights in front of row of cabins, one of which was ours. And of waters of Bright Angel Creek. And of frogs. Then I heard Little Flame at door of shower room. She said in very soft voice: 'I am ready for sound of bird, Young Deer."
"I looked around. There was no persons anywhere. I made like a bird, small bird with small voice but loud enough to be heard in shower room.
"Little Flame came out like a silent deer, holding her clothes in front of her, covering her nakedness, and moving fast through the shadows that were not many because of all the lights in front of each cabin. But she was silent, so that if anybody saw her they would have thought it was not a real motion but a shadow of a small cloud or of a large bird. Only the sound of the cabin door shutting with a slam made proof that Little Flame was real.... I had seen her small ass with shadows playing over it and I licked my lips. She was so small. I thought. She was only fourteen. Maybe I could not make loving with her. Maybe I would hurt her. But then I did not think anymore. I went slowly but much faster than I wanted to after Little Flame and into the cabin. The lights were on. Little Flame did not turn them off. I wondered if I should, but I didn't. I let them make light. And I looked at Little Flame sitting naked on the bed in right-hand corner.
She had her clothes lying in her lap, covering that what I wanted so much. But her tits were not covered. And her skin was a hotter color. From the shower I knew, and maybe from other things I thought.
"I did not have my shirt on. I had it in my hand. I threw it on an empty bed. Little Flame followed its flight with her eyes then looked back at my hands. There was some fear in her look, so I smiled and said, 'We go to bed now, Little Flame. You are tired from long walk.' Then I brought my hands up to front of my jeans. I unsnapped the top and pulled down the zipper.
"I saw Little Flame's mouth open and her eyes fix on my fly. I let my jeans come off my legs. I had to tug them because they were tight and my hardness was making them tighter. I was glad I had taken my boots off before going to shower. Now I stood across room from Little Flame in only my shorts. My hardness was pushing them out in front of me far. And Little Flame was looking at it and her tongue was moving quick over her lips. Then she raised her hand from her lap and the clothes that were covering her before were not covering her anymore. They were lying on the bed next to her. And I saw that there was hair between her legs where her pussy was, and the hair was black like on her head, only not so thick. It was not like any of the other pussy I had up in the world of the haigu. Maybe it was because it was a Supai pussy. An Indian pussy.
"I moved my hands again. To my shorts. I pulled them down over the hardness standing out and pointing at my sister on the bed who had her mouth open now but without the moving tongue. It looked like she was not even breathing. Just waiting....
"I heard her breathe when my cock was out and my shorts were on the floor around my feet. Her breath was like the sigh of the wind through cactus needles. I moved to her, slowly. My cock was like a spring in front, moving up and down, up and down with each step, but only so much up and so much down. I know there was some fear in my mind that it would be too big for Little Flame's pussy. Little Flame was not wide in the ass; she was not fat. On the trail, when I would see her from side, I had feelings that my cock would go right through her. If I put it in her pussy and pushed hard it would come out of her ass....
"I stopped a foot away from Little Flame and reached my hand out to her chin and raised it up to look in her eyes. 'Are you afraid, Little Flame?"
"She swallowed nothing, then shook her head. 'No, Young Deer. I am not afraid.' She smiled, then asked: 'Young Deer, are you going to make loving with me?"
"I nodded. 'Yes, Little Flame. Young Deer is going to make loving with you. I am going to do with you what.I had wanted to do for the past three months.' It was strange that I said that because I had not knowingly thought of fucking Little Flame while I was with the haigu. Even the days of my trip back to canyon, I only thought of talking to her.
"Do it, Young Deer,' she said and lay back on the bed.
"I looked down on her black pussy. The hair was not thick; it was not long; it was the pussy of a female no longer a child but not yet a woman. I could see pinkness showing in a line through the fur at the bottom of her stomach.
"Open it, Little Flame,' I said. 'Open your pussy for Young Deer."
"Little Flame trembled and moved her legs apart. Then she brought her feet to bed, raising her legs off it, and I could see the hole of her sex, and the hole was wet. I wondered if it was from the waters of the shower or from her feelings that the seeing of my hard on gave her. I moved my hand between her legs and slid my finger into Little Flame's hole. My finger went all the way in and I felt Little Flame's pussy tighten around my finger and I heard Little Flame moan like a puppy dog in the village. Then I felt her finger, cold and small, take hold of my thick flesh-muscle.
"Put it inside me, Young Deer,' she moarted. 'Please put it inside my pussy and fuck me. I want your cock fucking me, Young Deer. Now!"
"Her words made my hardness lurch in her hand like a rabbit caught in a snare. I lowered myself over her, holding my body up off her on my outstretched arms with hands on the bed on each side of har. I had to take my finger out of her pussy to do that, but I did not care because my cock was in her hand and she was showing it the way to her hole. I felt the heat of her pussy on the knob of my hardness. I felt it slide into her, then her hands came up around my neck.
"Now, Young Deer,' she said, and I moved.
"It was a tight pussy, Little Flame's pussy. It was the tightest I had let my hardness go into. It felt like the warmth of summer sun and coolness of spring breezes and sweetness of fresh fruit and honey. And Little Flame brought her body up against mine as I was moving into her and our bodies came together with a loud sound like a fish jumping out of water makes.
"And then she started fucking under me. She was moving slow at first but building speed fast, and she was moaning and making puppy noises, and her legs went around my legs and she tried to draw me further into her, and I wondered where there was room inside her pussy for my big hardness because of her narrow ass, but then I felt life begin to boil in my balls and start shooting like a bullet, like many bullets, up the barrel of my hardness and explode like geyser inside Little Flame's pussy that seemed to have many-many little hands playing with my hardness....
"She came at the same time. I know because she suddenly shuddered and bit my shoulder and then sighed and screamed. Then, like she was falling asleep, she moaned, 'Ahhmmm, fuck, fuck, fuck!' And with each word, she moved her pussy up against me, slower and slower.
"I was very confused. I wanted to fuck Little Flame, my Supai sister. Instead, she had fucked me, and she did not sound like fourteen years old. But it was a good come that I had and I just let my body lie on her with my hardness going soft still inside her watery pussy hole. Then I fell asleep. . ..
"I woke up because I felt my hardness in cool wetness. I was lying on my back on the bed. And Little Flame was there. I could see her. She was there with my hardness in her mouth and she was sucking me, sucking me! My little sister! And then, when she saw me with eyes open, she moved her body until her pussy was by my face, and she let my hardness slip out of her mouth, and she said, 'Eat my pussy, Young Deer -eat my cunt out with your fucking tongue!"
"I felt a madness growing in my chest. I put my hand on her head and I asked her, 'Little Flame, where did you learn the ways of haigu? You been fucked while I was gone? You been sucking cock? You been having your pussy eaten?' And she nodded, and then took my cock back in her mouth and started moving her head up and down over it, pushing her black and wet fur pussy at my mouth. ...
"Anger seized me then. I pulled my cock out of Little Flame's mouth. 'Who?' I yelled loud. 'Who been doing it to you, Little Flame? And how long?"
"She told me. 'Mule driver. Haigu. Past month, every time he brings down tourists.' She looked frightened at my anger. 'He fucks good, Young Deer. Almost as good as you."
"I felt the anger of a thousand years choking my throat. I maddened. I pushed Little Flame down on bed, then turned her around so her little ass facing me. I pulled her Supai ass globes apart, and then I rammed my hardness into Little Flame's asshole. She tried to scream, but I pushed her face into pillow. And I fucked her asshole for a long time, with much anger.... It took me a long time to come. When I came inside Little Flame's ass, I got up and dressed. I heard her sobbing on bed, but I did not care. I left the cabin and I went up the pathway to a hilltop and I went down the pathway to a canyon and I listened to the sounds of the night and of the great river and I felt pain for many things I had done and Little Flame had done. I tried talking to Tochopa, but he would not make a sign that he heard.. . .
"When I returned I went up to the world of haigu and bought much whiskey and drunked myself. It was because of that I was found, talking mad things about fucking and sucking and my sister...."
Young Deer's bitterness, despair and confusion at discovering that his fourteen-year-old sister, Little-Flame was no more innocent -than any of the non-Indians he had been exposed to for a period of three months is understandable in view of the fact that his exposure to the hedonism of the modern world was sudden and intense. His subsequent discovery that Little Flame had not returned to the Supai village contributed even further to his emotionally disturbed state.
It is difficult with any certainty to predict how the boy will fare. The quasipsychoanalysis to which he has been subjected was of an extremely superficial nature. Because of this it is doubtful that anything but time and a radical change of influencing environment will set Young Deer into a frame of mind that will suppress his bitterness and bring some normalcy into his life.
CHAPTER FIVE
I Take Thee, Brother___
"Although I've never been stranded on a desert island I've always felt I knew what it was like to be that alone. And, like most people who lack the talent for making friends, I soon learned to give the impression that I preferred a solitary existence.
"I know that some of my shyness was due to my mother, or, more accurately, my overreac-tion to my lovely and social mother. She had that talent, that ability, and she drew people constantly. The house was always teeming with people, and a little of my excruciating shyness was born from my fear that these people would expect me to be a little bubbly carbon copy of my lively, attractive mother.
"Actually, thinking about it as a young adult, we were more alike than it appeared on the surface. It took me a long time to realize that Mother's socializing was as much a front as my pretense of enjoying my loner life. It was her way of living with the fact that she had not only left my father when I was a baby, but had allowed him to have full custody of my brother Grant.
"As I grew up I both looked forward to and dreaded the rare visits from my father and brother. I never knew how I was supposed to act, and my stiffness made it nearly impossible for my father to react warmly to me. He was a stranger to me, and I suppose I subconsciously resented him for not living with us, for taking my brother from me, and perhaps even for taking my brother over myself. He was tall and handsome, and when we saw him his eyes were mainly on my mother.
"It was different with Grant. Though my mother wanted to spend every minute with her son, Grant would search out my eyes and smile at me, and though he was only a year and a half older than me, he was like a god. I kept having the feeling that he wanted to be my friend, and one of my favorite daydreams was that Grant would come and live with us.
"Even as a kid there was something special about Grant. He was gentle and sort of quiet, and even though we looked so much alike it was scary, he was the most exotic boy I'd ever met.
I'd sit stiffly in a straight-backed chair, listening, my eyes sweeping over my brother's face, my mind racing to come up with some magical string of words which would draw my brother's handsome lips into a smile.
"Because I saw him so rarely it was easy to make Grant into a hero figure. He was the friend I never had, the companion I'd always wanted and, later, when I grew up a little, the boyfriend I was afraid to take. I'd kept so much to myself and for so long, that when the boys in school began noticing my long blonde hair, my softly curving lean body, and the face my mirror was insisting was elongating and maturing attractively, I shied away from them.
"I was sixteen when my mother swept into my bedroom after a late, mysterious date one night.
" "Tricia, I hardly know how to tell you this. I hope it will make you as happy as it's made me.' Her excited eyes searched my face, anticipating my delight. 'After all these years.... Oh, Tricia, it's too wonderful! Your father and I are going back together again! We're going to be remarried!"
"Her news left me unshaken at first. Dimly I thought back to all the times as a child I wanted a father, or needed one. I remembered a summer outing particularly, when I was eight or nine. It was one of those father-daughter things, and I was the only girl who couldn't go.
I'd pretended not to care, but it had hurt. Now I didn't feel much of a need for a father, even my own father.
"Suddenly I realized what her news meant! Grant! He'd be coming home! He'd be coming back to me! The thought of having him all to myself, having him here in this house with me.... I saw it as an ending to all the loneliness, all the sadness. I felt happier than ever before in my life.
"The next week passed so slowly that I began to be afraid it would never happen. But finally we found ourselves all dressed up and before a minister, and, like in the movies, we were a family once more.
"My father couldn't get time off for a week after the wedding, so we had several days to get settled and to sort of get used to each other. My eyes followed Grant everywhere, and he was very helpful and sweet. But there was no time to be alone, or to let a friendship develop naturally. I was looking forward to the end of the week, when our parents would take off on a three-day honeymoon and we could be alone.
"The night before our parents left the doorbell rang and a pretty girl about my age was there wanting to see Grant.
"He looked pleased as he made introductions. 'Barbara, this is my sister Tricia. Isn't she beautiful?' He grinned.
"I watched him introduce Mother to the girl, and I made my excuses and headed to my room, tears burning my eyes. My cozy little picture of Grant and myself living happily ever after was threatening to fade out. Somehow it hadn't occurred to me that Grant might have friends. Especially girl friends.
"Mother dropped into my room for a moment before leaving for the store. 'We have a few last things to pick up, Tricia. Why don't you go downstairs and watch TV with Grant and Barbara?"
"I mumbled something about a headache, but after she was gone I wondered why I didn't just make my way downstairs and see what was going on between that girl and my brother.
"I moved quietly, and they weren't aware of me standing by the door to the family room. The girl's pretty dark face was very serious and her eyes were sad as they studied my brother.
"I just don't know what's happened, Grant. All of a sudden I might as well be dead, you know? We've been going together for most of the year, and now you act like you can't quite remember who I am. I know you're excited and happy about your family getting back together and all, but that shouldn't have anything to do with us! Grant? Are you even listening to me?"
"Grant sighed and put his arm around the girl. 'Yeah, I'm listening, Barb.' But his eyes stayed on the TV screen.
"It's as if you've fallen for some other girl.... Well, at least I know one way to get your attention, Grant.' The edges of her lips turned up in a semisad little smile.
"I felt a little guilty about standing there listening to them, but a fierce jealousy kept me from either casually entering or leaving altogether. I moved back into the shadows more, confident that they couldn't see me without getting up from the couch.
"How long before your folks will be home?' Barbara asked, her fingers dropping to Grant's lap as she pushed her big tits against his chest.
"Grant lost interest in the TV immediately. 'Not for at least another hour. Maybe two. But there's Tricia....' His arm slid around her small waist.
"Barbara shrugged. 'She's probably sleeping. I promise I'll keep a sharp ear out for her.... Oh, kiss me, Grant, damn it! Just kiss me...."
"I felt ice cold as I watched them kiss. I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way. Grant was only my brother. But I couldn't control my emotions, and as I watched them kissing, saw Grant's tongue slip into the willing girl's opened mouth, I would have been happy to shoot Barbara on the spot, like a jealous lover. I would have left then, and again gone crying to my room, but I didn't want them to know I was spying on them. So I remained motionless, and for the first time in my life I watched two people make love. The blood in my veins went from ice to steam in the next few minutes, and as much as I hated what was going on because that bitch was making love to my Grant, the most overwhelming emotion flooded my brain as I imagined myself Barbara....
"It obviously wasn't the first time for them. They knew what to do, how to move against each other. After kissing each other and touching lightly, Barbara backed away enough to get her blouse opened. She wore no bra, and the creamy mounds of her large coral-tipped breasts swayed slightly as her hands brought his up to cover them. Her tongue slipped between his parted lips as he played with her nipples. Without my being aware of when, they had eased back on the couch so that she was on her back and Grant was over her. I could clearly see her long pale legs as he inched her skirt up, and then her panties were off and slipping to the rug.
"Fascinated and weak-kneed, I watched unblinking as my brother's hand slid between those firm, sleek thighs and got lost in the dark, damp curls which covered her young slit. Barbara moaned as his fingers began rubbing her clitoris and darting into her slick hole. Her legs widened as he played with her cunt, and my own untouched pussy ached jealously.
"The whole thing might have taken only minutes, or maybe it was closer to an hour before it was over. Time had lost all meaning, and only the ache in my chest and the throbbing between my thighs meant anything at all. I watched Grant mount the girl, was able, for the briefest of instants, to see his big, thick cock before it slid up her tight, wet channel. I watched them fuck, my eyes wide and my head spinning. Like any inexperienced girl my age, I'd spent a reasonable amount of time thinking about sex, wondering what it was like, half desiring it, half fearing. But this was all so different. I hadn't anticiapted the stark sexual urgency I was feeling just from watching this act. My tender young breasts ached, swollen and stiff-nip-pled, and my virginal pussy itched to be filled, to be relieved. It was agony watching, but I knew it would be even more painful to run.
"Barbara trembled as she came, and her softly shaking body speeded up Grant's climax. He began to ram his dick in and out of her, and then he was moaning softly against her neck, his naked hips slowing.
"I stood there a minute longer, hating her, then I found the courage to back quietly down the hall. Every nerve in my body felt raw as I tiptoed up the stairs and to my room. I sat at the edge of my bed for a while, long enough to calm myself. Then I went back into the hall and, head down, I made my way to the bathroom. The dimness of the hallway matched the silence of the house, and I cried out as I bumped into Grant as he was leaving the bathroom.
"He looked startled, too. Tricia! I didn't see you! I thought you were in your room, asleep."
"I attempted to say something, but found the best I could do was look at him for a brief moment. The I turned and ran back down the hall to my room. I locked the door behind me.
"He followed me to the door and knocked lightly. 'Tricia?"
"I didn't answer, and soon he left. I knew he must have read the whole thing in my eyes, yet there was nothing to talk about. There was nothing wrong with what he had done. He was my brother, not my husband. Not my lover. My brother. Why, then, I wondered, did it hurt so badly? Why had I so desperately wanted to be that girl under his hammering body? What was wrong with me?
"I left the house the next morning when my parents left, pretending a study session at the library. All of a sudden I dreaded the long weekend before me, alone at that house with Grant. Sooner or later he might demand to know what was wrong with me, and what could I say? I also had to do some away-from-the-house thinking about what had happened the night before, once I'd finally gotten to bed.
"Standing there watching Grant and Barbara had made sinking into a restful sleep impossible. I was all body, in that bed, all physical, a mass of working hormones and emotions. I kept reliving what had happened, and those long mo- ments with Grant dipping in and out of the girl's body with his long, hard cock made me toss and turn restlessly on the bed. Unable to stand it any longer, I slipped a hand down to the insides of my thighs, pushing the nightgown up and out of the way. It was agonizing, this feeling in me. I had to find relief, somehow.
"Like most girls, I guess, I'd explored my own body any number of times. I knew about masturbating, had read about it and heard others talking about it, but I'd never been able to do more than irritate myself before. All the rubbing ever did was make me more tense, so I hadn't played around like that for years.
"I slid a finger up the crack of my cunt. The heat and wetness there surprised me, and I found my stiffened, overly sensitive clitoris immediately. The small organ was slippery and throbbing, and my finger felt good against it.
"I closed my eyes and thought of the way Grant had rubbed Barbara's pussy, working his thumb over her stiff button, then down into her slippery cunt. I did the same to myself, pretending it was Grant's finger. I felt loose and hot, and it was easy to pretend. Soon I was moving around on the bed, my fingers digging into my cunt, my acutely alerted body responding to every touch, every thought. I dipped my forefinger into my juicing hole and got it good and wet, then I began to tickle my little clit with it. The other times I'd attempted to make myself come
I'd been kind of undirected and unaware, playing but not really having to go anywhere. It was different this time. I knew I had to finish myself off. There would be no chance of getting any rest otherwise.
"It was also easy to hold the image of Grant over me. I could almost feel him in bed with me, could very nearly feel his hands on my naked flesh. I could feel the tension building in my body, and soon I was moaning softly as a wave of feeling, much like a suddenly fanned fire, swept up my thighs and into the mouth of my womb. I was whimpering into my balled fist as I came, and my nipples felt as if they might explode from the wonderful pressure. I was hurled back to earth with a furious impact, but by then I was too exhausted to do more than go a little numb at the thought of who my dream-lover had been. And then it was too late, even for that. I was sinking into the deepest sleep I'd ever known....
"I did go to the library the next morning, but only because I could think of nowhere else to go. For once I deeply wished I had some girl friend to go to, someone who could help me pass the hours. As much as I'd looked forward to this time alone with Grant before, I now feared it.
"No book could hold my interest, and soon I began to wonder why I'd come. I began to review the situation calmly. All that had actually happened was that I had witnessed my own brother making love to a girl friend. Since I'd had so little of Grant all my life I'd simply taken him out of the brother category and made him into a big hero. I loved him and I wanted all of him to myself for a while, and it wasn't that strange that I'd resent a girl friend popping up from nowhere and taking his mind off of me. And, after what I'd seen, why was it so amazing that I'd throw Grant into my little sexual fantasy? Who else should be in it, Richard Burton?
"I began to calm down as I thought about it. I had no reason to make a big deal out of it. Nor was there any reason to make Grant uncomfortable. Avoiding him last night had been a stupid, little-girl game. I would go home, make us some lunch, and get right down to the business of getting to know each other. If he asked about my weirdo bit the night before, I'd simply make up some story of not feeling too well. Relieved, I returned the books I'd borrowed and started home.
"Lunch ceased to be a problem. It was already made by the time I got there, thick golden pancakes dripping with homemade syrup, big straight-up eggs and a pot of bubbling black coffee. But most of the bubbling was being done by Barbara. She looked really cute with an oversized apron around her flat stomach.. Grant was already eating.
"Better grab some before your big brother does 'em all in, Tricia.' Barbara put a plate in front of me. She poured us all coffee, then sat down.
"I didn't have much of an appetite any longer, but I was also annoyed at myself for reacting this way. Grant was entitled to have girl friends. I wasn't his guardian. I forced myself to eat a pancake though it was tasteless in my mouth.
"Barbara did most of the talking. From time to time I'd look up and find Grant's eyes on me, probing. Finally I couldn't take any more of it, and I excused myself, saying I had to take a bath and do my hair.
"I gave myself another furious talking-to as I bathed. I took some of my anger out on my own flesh, wiping at it furiously with a soapy washcloth. I had to stop this jealous bit. It was insane. I had to grow up and stop having sick fantasies. I had to control myself!
"Still damp but wrapped in a big Turkish towel I finally left the bathroom feeling a little better. I had almost made it to my room when Grant's voice stopped me. I turned slowly, my fingers holding the towel closed around me.
"I want to talk to you, Tricia.' His deep blue eyes dropped to the edge of my towel, at the deep swelling of my naked breasts beneath the towel.
"Is Barbara gone?' I asked, not really caring at the moment, just needing something to say. Somehow I knew what Grant would ask.
"He nodded. 'Listen, Tricia, did you.. . ? I mean, were you downstairs? Last night? While -while Barbara.... When we were...."
"I stood there staring at him, feeling very naked and somehow kind of daring. 'While you were making love?' My voice was a whisper.
"Yes.' It was as if a trance had come over both of us, a blotting mist that made everything that could happen a dream. His hand came up and began to rub my arm and shoulder, and the nipple of the breast nearest his hand began to harden. 'When I saw you later, by the bathroom, you looked ... upset. Maybe even ... jealous-----"
"My eyes longed to close, to complete the dream impression. My throat felt dry. 'What would you say if I said I was?"
"He stepped a shade closer to my nearly nude body and I knew he was going to kiss me. I raised my face for his lips. His low voice was very distinct. 'I would say that I was glad.. .."
"And then he was kissing me...."
The final case in this study: the case of Tricia and Grant A------. Is it a psychopathological phenomenon? an illegal, if not a criminal, act? a travesty on morals? or a tender love story? What kind of answer can one give after having studied the inbreeding of the Egyptians in the times of the pharaohs, of the Romans in the times of the emperors, of the Chinese, of the Christians? What can one say after "everything that has been said on the subject of incest" by the fathers of the Church, by Krafft-Ebing, by Freud, and by all the modern psychologists, psychiatrists, social workers, moralists, and ethicists? If one considers the lack of agreement rampant on the subject of incest from one school of thought to the next, one can say more or less anything one feels like saying. In short, depending on one's point of view, it could be said that the case at hand is anything from "a psycho-pathological phenomenon" to "a tender love story." And one can find "supporting evidence," regardless of what attitude is taken.
Krafft-Ebing covers one point of view, at least, if not three. In his Psychopathia Sexu-alis, he wrote:
The preservation of the moral purity of family life is a product of civilization; and feelings of intense displeasure arise in an ethically intact man at thought of lustful feeling toward a member of the same family. Only great sensuality and defective ideas of laws and morals can lead to incest.
And subsequently, in the same work:
As a decidedly pathological phenomenon, the author has found incest in states of congenital and acquired mental weakness, and infrequently in cases of epilepsy and paranoia.
A diametrically opposite point of view is taken by Samuel G. Kling in his comprehensive work titled Sexual Behavior and the Law. He goes about it in a circuitous manner that defies contradiction. He states that "incest is [a] crime." Then he poses questions: Is it true that children of close relatives inherit their parents' poorest traits in multiple form? Is there any scientific evidence that first-cousin marriages are intrinsically evil? Is it true that royal families which tend to intermarry tend to degenerate? And answers them all with a straightforward: No. But he does not end his presentation there; he goes on to answer a charged question, specifically: If there is little science to support the notion that inbreeding is harmful, what is the explanation for condemnation? with the words:
The explanations for the condemnation of so-called incestuous marriages are rooted more in religion, fear, and superstition than in modern science. The most plausible of all explanations is that allowance of incestuous relations between mother and son, father and daughter, and brother and sister, would disrupt the unity of the family, and on these grounds, and on these alone, there is logic for the present condemnatory attitudes....
With the preceding possible attitudes toward an incestuous affair being presented, one could
-after studying the balance of Tricia A------'s case-classify the tryst between her and her brother Grant as "an illegal and psychopatho-logical love story." This classification is forced upon any objective student of the case by the circumstances, the development, and the resolution of the case.
The circumstances were obviously the introverted nature of the subject's personality, the separation of her parents, the subsequent reunion of the latter, and the almost inevitable urge on her part to emerge from the confinement of loneliness within which she had become immersed. The development of the incestuous drive was, under the circumstances, understandable. In the beginning, there was no one in whom Tricia would confide, but her brother. The sexual urge was not recognized at first, and when it was finally recognized as such by her, she was powerless to do anything about it. She became, in fact, obsessed with the idea of making love to her brother. The analysis of the psy-chopathology of this situation requires much more space than is available here, and much more information on the subject than is given. The balance of Tricia's narrative indicates strong emotional involvement with her brother; in fact, this emotional involvement was a strong urge to have, and keep, what she, in her juvenile state, wanted. Her desire to maintain the incestuous relationship after the affair was consummated was where psychopathology came in.
"In the brief instant before my arms went up around him and I was returning his kiss fully, passionately, I wondered if this was a sudden and passing emotion he was feeling, or if he had been thinking of me in the way I'd been thinking of him. Not that it really mattered. All I cared about deep down, where I was hungry, was that my beloved brother Grant was kissing me. I could feel the towel slipping to the floor and that didn't matter either. I was in his arms naked, and right or wrong our bodies needed each other.
"His body urged me back into my room, and soon we were on my bed together. His breath was hot and tasted faintly sweet, a lingering taste of pancake syrup and butter. His hands were strong on my breasts, testimony of a boyish brutality that made his passion seem stronger than that of a full-grown man.
"I didn't mind, though. It seemed like he couldn't touch me hard enough, intimately enough. I wanted him close against me.
" Tricia . . . Tricia, honey___ I ... I shouldn't be doing this to you.. . .' He kissed my neck and held me very closely. Through his pants I could feel his cock, stiff and swollen.
"His pained words got to me. My face red with passion and bravery, I fittedmy mouth to his ear and whispered urgently, 'Please! I want you to, Grant. All my life I've wanted you! Yes, I saw you with Barbara, and I wanted to be in her place so badly. Love me, Grant, because I love you so much...."
"It was more than he could take. His strong arms tightened around me, then went to work on his clothing. In a minute we were both naked on the bed. He climbed over me and looked down, studying every bare inch.
"Beautiful tits... . You have the most beautiful pair of tits, Tricia.... You're so pretty, honey.... All over...."
"I let him look, glad that he liked me, ecstatic that we had two days before us, whole, unbroken days and nights to love each other without interruption.
"Grant's hand grabbed mine and brought it down to his throbbing, straining cock as his other hand began to creep between my own naked legs. I held my breath as a sunburst of desire shattered within me. I held him tightly, marveling at his masculinity and at what we were about to do to each other when I heard the sudden gasp of air. It took another split second to realize the sound came from neither of us.
"The look of horror on Barbara's face was good enough for an Oscar. She stood over us like some avenging angel, and a sudden picture of how it looked from her point of view flashed through my mind. From nowhere the word incest crossed my thoughts, and it read like the dirtiest word in the dictionary.
"Grant was off the bed and halfway to the girl before I had more than enough time to realize that she was actually there. 'Barbara!"
"She turned and ran into the hall. He caught up with her just as she was about to'start down the stairs. Dumbly I walked to the door and picked up my towel. Out of habit I wound it around my shivering body.
"Get your hands off me, you son-of-a-bitch!' Barbara tried to push him away. He pulled her against his naked body, whispered something in her ear, and kissed her urgently on the mouth. At first the girl struggled a little, then she reluctantly let him kiss and whisper to her. I had no idea of what he could possibly be saying to her, but I suspected that he knew that she would like to believe things weren't quite as they seemed. Finally they began to walk towards Grant's bedroom. As he opened the door and let her enter first my brother shot me a glance. His eyes told me what I already knew that it would be very bad if Barbara were allowed to tell what she'd seen, that this was the only way he knew to shut her up, and that he'd much rather be with me.... I sank into my room, locked the door and cried like a little girl.
"Later that afternoon, while Barbara was taking a bath, Grant came to my door to try to talk. I couldn't talk to him, though. I was too mixed up, and the horror of what we were doing from Barbara's point of view, which was the world's point of view, was more than I could stand at the moment. I told Grant I never wanted to see him alone again, and refused to open the door.
"Barbara stayed the rest of the weekend, and by the time my parents had returned from their little honeymoon she was ready to announce their plans for getting married. My father was furious.
"That's insane! You're only kids. Grant, I thought you had more sense than to...."
"Barbara interrupted him coolly. 'I'm pregnant, Mr. A------. It's for the best, really. For all of us."
"I sat there in shock, hearing all this, unable to tell what was real from what wasn't. Was Barbara really pregnant, or was marrying her the price Grant had to pay to keep secret what we had been doing on my bed?
"Barbara worked full time, and Grant had worked part time for a few years and had saved a little money. They got married quietly during the week, moved into a tiny apartment, and a week later Grant announced that he was joining the Navy. His eyes tried to make contact with mine as he told us his plans, but I avoided looking at him. If all this was happening as a result from our attempt at loving, I was directly to blame for the entire thing, and I couldn't stand the thought....
"Grant was gone then, and I didn't see him at all for months, and then only briefly. He tried to get me to meet him alone, but I couldn't. Barbara had claimed to have had a miscarriage, but she was again pregnant, and I was careful to keep away from Grant until he was gone again.
"I graduated high school and went to a college across the state. I'd made a determination to leave my old painfully shy self behind with this move, and I forced myself to accept dates and fake an ease in social situations. It turned out that playing 'as if,' that is, pretending I could easily mix with my peers, worked-soon I was reasonably comfortable wih people, and dates were fairly comfortable, too.
"The third man I dated turned out to remind me a little of Grant, and even as I dressed for our date I guessed that I was going to let this one make love to me. It had been a long time since that day on my bed, and I was tired of being a girl. Though my thoughts and feelings were still centered around my brother, I knew it was time to put an end to all those fantasies. I knew that Grant and Barbara were having their troubles, in spite of their adorable baby girl. But that could no longer be my problem. I had to get Grant out of my system, once and for all.
"Scott had the same curling blond hair and deep blue eyes, and he seemed like a logical candidate for my purposes. We were going dining and dancing at a club which was known to the students for the no-questions-asked rentals of the motel which was part of the bar and grill, and I knew it was Scott's hope that I would be willing to give the place a complete try-out.
"I'd gone out with Scott several times, and if his main attraction was his resemblance to Grant, well, there was no reason why I couldn't use that to my own advantage. I waited until we were dancing our last dance to tell him, though. 'Why don't you rent us a room, Scott?"
"The rooms were known more for privacy than style, and we didn't keep the light on very long, anyway. I was a little stiff in Scott's arms, but I supposed that was to be expected for the first time. I pushed away the memory of how loose and willing I'd been with Grant. I'd only been a kid at the time. What had I known?
"Scott knew he was the first and he took pains to go slowly, to be exciting and gentle. He kissed my body all over, lovingly, pausing long enough to tell me how beautiful I was. He took my nipples into his mouth and sucked them long and lovingly, coaxing them into stiffness. He worked his face down between my thighs and slipped his tongue into my cunt. He worked on my clitoris until I had no choice but to respond, only my responses were on a purely body level. I was ready by the time he mounted me, and it felt good, his sliding into me. His cock wasn't as big as I remembered Grant's as being, but it still felt good. Slowly I learned how to move with him, and I was able to slide fairly effortlessly into an orgasm that first time.
"I came away from that experience fairly pleased on one level, and deeply disturbed on another. The physical side was okay, the sex itself, but I could still remember how it had felt with Grant, and I was worried that nothing again would ever quite match it, that I would never be able to feel for anyone the thing that I had felt for my brother.
"I had a pretty social year after that. I suppose that part of the furious dating I was doing had something to do with a crazy attempt to find someone who would move me to those heights I'd had with Grant that one brief afternoon. But it was never anything like that, though I learned a lot and came to appreciate sex as a magnificent body release.
"It was during the spring holidays of my senior year that I saw Grant again. I'd been home two days, and I'd gone to see Barbara in the afternoon of the second day. I wanted to see my lovely little niece, but I still wasn't ready to see Grant. Barbara was surprised I didn't know that they were separated.
"She made me a cup of coffee and seemed to deliberate before speaking. 'I made a terrible mistake five years ago, Tricia. I've never talked to anyone about it, but I think it's time.' She studied my face then took a sip of her own coffee. 'I'm not very sophisticated, honey, but I do know that many of the things most people say are evil or unnatural just aren't always that simple. When I saw you and Grant on that bed.. . ."
"Please, Barbara, I don't want to talk about...."
"I think we'd better, Tricia.' Her voice was soft but firm. 'I made Grant marry me, Tricia. I wasn't pregnant. I just knew I had him over a barrel, and I didn't care. I was a stupid little kid. .I just want you to know that he loved you then and I think he loves you now, and in spite of the names other people give relationships like that, I'd go to him if I were you. If you still feel the same way about him, that is. Sure, it couldn't be anything close to an ideal relationship, I know that, but I don't think there will ever be anyone else for Grant. He was kind to me, Tricia, in spite of what I did to him, and I think he tried to love me. But he lived with you in his head and heart day after day, and I finally had to face up to it."
"I got up quickly, upsetting the coffee cup. 'I don't want to hear it, Barbara. I don't want to hear it! I'm just not interested!' I grabbed my purse and ran from there.
"Finding an excuse to cut my vacation short was easy, but Grant appeared before I'd left. He looked even handsomer than ever in his expensive business suit, and I found myself longing to be in his arms, however briefly. Startled by those feelings, I barely talked to him and managed not to let him get me alone, not even at the airport.
"I returned to school depressed and insecure. I gave some thought to accepting a date and trashing out my frustrations on some mattress somewhere, but I didn't really want that, either. The campus was nearly empty and very silent, and I jumped when my doorbell rang. I opened it without thinking.
"Good day, madam. I'm working my way through college-quite literally-and thought you might like to...."
"I couldn't help grinning a little. Then I sobered. 'What are you doing here, Grant?"
"He shrugged and walked past me, leaving me at the opened door like an idiot. I slammed the door and turned to face him, aware that my heart was racing and my fingers trembling.
"I thought it all out and decided if you won't talk to me at home you might be willing to talk to me here. You were always running back here, and now that you're already here, where can you run to?' He smiled. 'Come on, baby, we've got to find out, you know?"
"'Find out what?"
"If we still feel the same way. And, if so, if we can wear it off a little...."
"He had rented a motel by the shore, a pretty little cabin off by itself. I was there before giving myself time to question the validity of his point. I was there because I wanted to be there....
"We swam first, our eyes needling each other. Then we ate a light meal and walked hand in hand to the motel. Strangely there was little anticipatory nervousness or tension. This was a date long overdue and we both knew it.
"It was wonderful to be in his arms again. We kissed deeply and happily, then undressed each other. His hands were more gentle than I'd remembered, and they touched every bit of me, lingering over my hard-nippled tits and between my legs. He fingered me for a while, commenting a touch sadly on my nonvirginal state. But even that was good, because in a way that was another sign that we'd each grown up.
"His cock was as wonderfully long and thick as I'd remembered, and I leaned over and kissed it sweetly. Then, lovingly, I sucked it into the deep wet cave of my mouth, and I made the most of showing my brother just how much I'd learned at college. His dick responded by hard- ening another impossible inch, and I ran my tongue over it until he was moaning with pleasure. Instead of taking it out, though, he simply reversed his position and soon his face was lodged between my thighs, and we were sucking each other. I trembled violently under the assault of his skilled tongue, and finally we were groaning out our orgasms, his hot eome spurting into my mouth and down my throat as my cunt spasmed violently from his lapping tongue.
"We rested briefly, holding each other and touching each other's bodies. I ran a finger up over his stiffening cock, encircled his big balls and poked between the cheeks of his ass. He caught the hand and made it play with his cock, and soon he was on top of me, prepared for a nice, long fuck.
"I gasped as he entered me. It was like finally hearing the end to a long-awaited story, and I was alerted to get the most out of each inch of him. It seemed the same for him-, as if he, too, wanted this continuation to be perfect in all respects. He began to fuck me slowly, moving his stick around in me, letting me feel it before ramming me with it. He knew what to do, and I seemed to have a knowledge of just how to please him, too.
"It was beautiful, that fuck, and it was all the more beautiful because it was actually Grant's face I was looking up into, and not a near likeness of Grant. I kissed him over and over as we fucked, and when we finally came it was perfect. He dug into me further than anyone ever had, and my inner muscles knew just how to milk the last creamy drops from his balls. By the time we finally fell free of each other it was time for sleep.
"We awakened early in the morning, and it was the most natural thing in the world to fuck. This time we were even able to tease each other a little while we were doing it.
"The day was wonderful. We swam, saw an art exhibit in the afternoon, went back to the motel, and played on the bed for a while, licking and sucking each other, and making each other come. When we'd had enough of that we dressed and went out for a thick steak. Then we returned to the motel for some serious fucking. Maybe it was because we were brother and sister, but we were perfectly matched, and both of lis were finally willing to call it quits just before morning.
"By the time we woke it was nearly time for Grant to take his plane back so that he could be at work on time. We dressed and kissed and debated about going back to the sack for one more round of loving, but the clock convinced us it really wasn't wise.
"We walked around the terminal hand in hand, eating hot dogs and feeling like little kids again. Warmly we made plans about another weekend really soon, and though I knew there would be that weekend and probably many more, it had lost that edge of urgency I'd carried for so many years. Not that we loved each other less, or anything, but now that we'd finished what we'd started so long ago, we no longer had to magnify the importance of our attraction for each other. As I waved to him as he boarded the plane I suspected that I was going to find that I liked sex with other men even more than I had, and I wondered if Grant wouldn't find Barbara more attractive once again.. . .
"Leaving the airport with the wind whipping through my hair, I noticed it was the start of a beautiful night...."
There were, according to additional information obtained from the subject, two more meetings of a similar nature between her and her brother. After that, Tricia met another man, and fell in love with him; Grant, meanwhile was taken back by his wife Barbara.
CONCLUSION
It is extremely difficult to dredge up any positive feelings regarding the subject of incest. Most people concur with the thoughts of S. K. Weinberg in his Incest Behavior.
Incest, the universal crime, violates a taboo that is as forceful among primitives as among sophisticated moderns. It is behavior that disrupts or destroys the social intimacy and sexual distance upon which family unity depends. It is the recourse of very disturbed and very perverse persons.
However, there are modern-day psychologists who are questioning not that persons who engage in incest are "disturbed" or "very perverse" persons-that is a question which is still up for debate-instead, they are looking into the causes, the special influences which foster or provide the right environment for the budding of incest.
The responsibility of society in matters of incest is enormous. It comes into play before, possibly during, and most certainly after the act. Does it not seem reasonable to accept this responsibility, to temper the instinctual reaction of disgust and horror, at least long enough to determine why these unfortunate affairs occur in the first place, and how they might be prevented in the future? Today's generation believes so; they are possibly more concerned with motivations than have been other cultures in the past.
Many authorities believe that the best two ounces of prevention are adequate sex education and a healthy home atmosphere. But this is a theory not often realized by many fledgling families who still consider sex a hushed word. Unfortunately, the losers in these situations are the children, the potential victims or protagonists in an incestuous atmosphere. They suffer the long-range consequences-the loss of emotional equilibrium-the many maladies that arise over the years as they pay for their incestuous deeds.
For the offender, at least in prosecuted cases, the physical penalty comes swiftly and is enduring. The heaviest penalty for the crime of incest is a maximum of fifty years imprisonment.
The lowest penalty for incest is a maximum of one year in prison and a maximum fine of five hundred dollars. The next lowest provides a maximum term of three years in prison, or a maximum fine of one thousand dollars. But does any imprisonment or fine correct the problem? Are these offenders more likely to be rehabilitated citizens and return to the "outside world" able to "sin no more"?
As we enter the latter part of the 1970s, some troubled individuals still tend to overreact to any instance of incestuous thought; they may experience. This is both foolish and self-defeating-the molehill begetting the mountain. Most psychologists agree that the incestuous phase is a real and normal factor of the developmental process. Fortunately, this is slowly being accepted by society. In a period statement, Albert Ellis wrote in his Sex Without Guilt that incest in the 1950s has obviously become considerably less heinous than its depictions in the 1950s tended to make it out. This hardly means that every father's daughter had best now look with panic to saving her chastity, nor that every mother's son should expect seduction at home. But it does probably mean that the strongly incestuous urges that most normal human beings experience at some time during their lives may now be experienced with considerably less conscious or unconscious feelings of guilt.
Thus, we have painted a miniature picture of incest. Abstract or surrealistic, it is a far cry from the idyllic portrait one would prefer to view. We have settled sibling incest in the foreground and restrained other sexual relations between blood kin to the background. But all parts of the picture blend as one and reflect back on us, perhaps defiantly, perhaps pleadingly. The message it relates bends to interpretation within the mind of the beholder.
