Incest is the universal crime, it violates a society 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 resource of every disturbed and very perverse persons.
Incest is forbidden by law in all states of the U.S.,. though the definitions of what constitutes incest vary considerable. In California, the sentence can be from one to fifty years in prison. Some states confine their definition of incest to blood relationships, others consider stepchildren and step-parents included. It is a complicated and absurd network of confusion and varies widely by states. There is no uniform treatment of incest in this country and most of our laws are still based on ancient biblical prohibitions, which shows how little grasp we have of this taboo.
Since we are not a theocracy, it is amazing that we should have a set of laws that are based on religious doctrine. These laws are also hardest to change, for they go deep into our religious history and traditions. "If the Bible says it's so, it must be so," is the common belief of the masses when resisting logic. But it is not our purpose here to delve into the varied ramifications of these strange, outdated laws. Rather, it is enough to state that incest is still in that shadow-world of legislation where almost everyone is too fearful of society's taboos to tamper with it. It's a shame, because in this instance, most of us are still in the pre-dark ages, far behind the pace of a society that is both progressing towards sophistication, yet is held back by a vast number of well-meaning but ignorant "plain folk."
It is also a pity that we cannot explain the reasons for the strong taboo against incest. Certainly we have numerous examples of its working throughout recorded history and within our own lives.
Quite a few legislators and authorities hold with the above view, and it has served both as a basis for definition and as a guide to dealing with offenders. An opposite view, however, is held by the philosopher and jurist Rene Guyon, And indeed, when we arrive at the state of social development at which taboos are asked to show their raison d'etre, we soon discover that, in this particular matter of incest at any rate, no solid grounds at all can be produced. There are no logical or physiological arguments of any kind available.
However this write is in agreement with R. E. L.
Masters, who also writes:
Quite plainly, there exists no adequate understanding of incest. By and large, sexologists have neglected or avoided, or at any rate failed to discuss, consumated incest. Compared to the great masses of material available on so many other varieties of sexual experience, the writings on incest are slight.
We find both of the latter views to be more realistic, and though we seek a key to the understanding of the tapestry of incest, we lose the thread in most instances. Partly, this is due to the fact that we have so few case histories to work with, and partly because of the taboo itself. We rely on literature to give us the back-ground, and attempt to keep all the threads intact through the study of modern sexual behavior. It is not a hopeless task by any means, but it is held back by society's unwillingness to dig deep into both its behavior patterns and its motivational factors, especially regarding incest.
Greek and Roman mythology is abundant with sexual experiences regarding the gods, and incest is quite commonplace, among other aberrations, in this literature. Zeus raped his mother Rhea, and married his sister Hera. He also copulated with his daughter Persephone (when he raped Demeter, Persephone was conceived). Oceanus and Hyperion indulged in brother-sister incest. Coelus (Heaven) and Terra (Earth) were united incestuously, being brother and sister respectively. Their son Titan, later married his mother Terra. Enceladus was born as a result of that union, and became oddly enough, both the son and grandson of incest. The Titans also were incestuous with their own sister, and this resulted in numerous offspring.
Caligula, the Roman emperor, was inspired by Jupher's marriage to Juno (Zeus and Hera in Greek myth) and married his sister Drusilla. Nero's liaison with his mother was a gruesome affair and will be touched upon in the mother-son section of this book.
Egyptian mythology is full of incest. Notable here are the sisters Isis and Nephthys, who married their brothers, Osiris and Set. The dynasties were said to have been completed incestuously, with Cleopatra being an apparently marvelous example of the perfection achieved by intermarriage.
It may be seen by the examples in the foregoing chapter that brother-sister incest is not only common, but is most often undetected by society. Few cases of this type of incest end up in the courts. We might say that its prevalance depends a great deal on opportunity. While no statistics are available on just where incest occurs most often, that is in which portions of the country, or whether urban or rural the cases we see most often involve brothers and sisters who are not brought up strictly in urban areas of our country. As the country expands its metropolises, however, this may be changing, and cases of brother-sister incest could occur more frequently in our cities.
CHAPTER ONE
FATHERLY RAPE
"For our purposes, it is sufficient to keep in mind that incest behavior is not as uncommon in certain (lower-level) segments of the community as one might be led to believe, even though accurate statistics are at present lacking.
"The case files of social agencies, of welfare departments, public health clinics, etc., all give testimony to this fact. It also appears, from the clinical experience of psychoanalysts, working mostly with individuals from the highest socio-economic levels of society, that incest behavior of one kind or another (for example, fondling, "sexy" kissing, manipulation of the genitals, petting, and in some instances, complete coitus) is frequently present in the histories of these upper class individuals."
One thing is certain today about our young people. They all have more money to spend than any similar age group in history. Even the so called "poor" families give allowances to their youngsters. The money may come from an unemployment check or from welfare, but regardless of its source, the teen-agers get their share.
"I was nearly thirteen when my father forced his way into my bedroom one night. It was just after I had taken a shower. The door opened, and I was standing there by the bed, drying off. He looked oddly at me and he opened his pants and exposed himself. He had an erection. He said he got it from watching me come out of the shower. His tone of voice tone of voice told me he thought it was my fault that his penis got that way. I didn't even see him watching me, but his and my mother's bedroom was across the hall.
"He told me, 'Here, Tina, this is for you. I want you to look at it.' I just stood there. I couldn't look at it. But he came over to me and made me lie down on the bed. I didn't want to, and he raised his fist. I felt like crying, but I was scared. 'Don't argue with me. This is going to be beautiful, baby.' I was afraid he'd hit me, so I got on the bed. I still had the towel around me.
"He jerked the towel off me, and he got so excited he didn't even take off his pants. He put himself inside me and I cried. He cursed me, telling me to loosen up. I was all tensed up and afraid of something bad happening to me I even thought it might kill me. I was so dumb.
Then he got off and decided to mount me once again. He forced my thighs open. He poised and then gave a sudden push. I wriggled and he pushed again and I felt him hit my obstacle. I was frightened. He was hot with lust and I could smell liquor on his breath. He grasped my buttocks firmly, shifted his position and then lunged like a mad man. I cried, "Oh no, oh no!" I felt him split my hymen and slide into me. I could feel his knob. He was feeling my body, the flesh of my full breasts my sharp nipples and the warm supple flesh of my navel. He was deep in me. I raised my hips to try to get relief but it only drove him deeper into me. I felt him flood into me like a great tide as he held my hips and bounced once again. I felt him move out. It was painful.
"He was talking fast and breathing hard ... suddenly he gave a little cry. I was bawling my head off. He hit me after he got off me, and told me to keep my mouth shut. I was afraid to tell anyone. After that, he was around all the time, and sometimes came in my bedroom at night after my mother was asleep. He told me he would kill me if I ever told anyone. He would also kiss my breasts and my vagina all the time. He would do this sometimes when my mother was in the house. I would just shake all over, scared that she would catch us. He seemed to think I was made to be his plaything, and there were times I thought he was always thinking about fooling with me. As scared as I got, and sometimes brave enough to ask him not to touch me, it didn't do any good. He always threatened me with pain and violence if I opened my mouth. He made me masturbate him sometimes, too. It filled me with revulsion.
And he put his fingers inside me, too. Once he got bold enough to ask me to go even further, but I was so terrified I ran out of the house. He hurt me for that later. He pinched my breasts until I screamed with pain."
How long this would have gone on it is not certain. Tina became very nervous and her schoolwork suffered. Apparently her mother didn't notice anything unusual at first, probably because it is difficult for a lot of mothers in this situation to believe the truth, it being too horrible and repugnant to them, and so beyond their kin. But Tina's father, although she didn't realize this at the time of their sexual experiences, was a periodic alcoholic. He would go long stretches without alcohol. But when he drank after these dry periods, he drank quite heavily for several days at a time. The solution to Tina's immediate problem with her father came during one of these alchoholic periods. Here is Tina's account of what happened at that time:
"Mom was gone one night and my father came home late from work. He was pretty plastered, and mad that his supper wasn't ready. Mom had made it, but he wouldn't listen to me. He used that as an excuse to rant and rave about women and everything. He started to slap me around and when I started to cry, he hit me harder. Then suddenly he stopped. He told me to get into my slip and shut up. Then he went to the liquor store and came back with a bottle of whiskey.
"He brought the whiskey and a glass up to my room, and made me walk around in my slip while he sat on the edge of the bed. and drank. Then he made me take off my slip and walk around with nothing on. I was scared to death of him. There was something different about him. I didn't realize he was so drunk, although I knew he had been drinking as he did sometimes. He had never been so bold before, nor acted so strange. He made me walk over to him, and then he touched me all over with his hands. He squeezed my breasts, which weren't very big then, and he put his hand on my vagina several times. He was rough, too. When I stiffened up, he slapped me on my behind and told me to mind him.
"I told him, finally, that I was tired of walking around and that I was getting cold with no clothes on. I thought he might have pity on me. But it only made him madder. Then I started saying, 'Daddy, I'll be good, only please don't hurt me.' Then he took a couple of big drinks of whiskey. I guess it choked him. He spluttered and told me to lie down on the bed. He was very rough and he hurt me when he got on top of me."
Her father moved to the floor in front of Tina and spread her legs open. Kneeling in front of her, he lowered his head to her crotch and kissed the silk-covered pussy. Tina sighed and straightened her legs out, giving him more room. His tongue went out and teased her until she moaned and said, "I can't stand much more of this playing." Her hand slipped down inside her hairy cunt and she worked her fingers through the hair. One finger parted the hair and touched lightly at her clitoris. She murmured and raised her hips.
He took hold of her and moved her down slowly, taking his time. He moved forward to lick her body. It was so soft, the hair so tightly curled to her skin it seemed as if it were painted on. His tongue parted the curls and sank into her hot slit. She sighed and pushed herself to the edge of the bed so that his face was buried in her.
He kept making me spread my legs farther apart. It was horrible and I started to cry again. He slapped me hard across the mouth and said I was deliberately spoiling everything for him. He called me a brat and a "teaser." Then he started blubbering like a big baby.
"As he was trying for the fifth or sixth time to get inside me, my mother walked in the door. She screamed. I screamed with her. Then she rushed over and hit my father with her purse. He fell off the bed and she kicked him. She kept kicking him and screaming. It was the most horrible sight I've ever seen in my life. I ran out of my room and mother ran after me. She told my father to get out or she'd call the police. My father staggered out and packed some clothes, while mother and I held each other, crying and screaming. My father left then, and my mother locked the doors. I never saw him again. My mother made me stay with friends for a week and I guess that's when she got rid of him for good. I also went to a doctor who said I was not pregnant. My mother, oddly enough, never asked me about what all had happened, but she cried a lot at night and was nicer' to me than she ever had been before. She also looked a lot older after that."
The scars of these experiences lingered a long while with Tina. She became very nervous and developed a pronounced stutter. This speech impediment gradually gave way to a slight lisp in her speech. She was very afraid of older men and spent a lot of time brooding, staying at home when she could have gone out, passing up dates with boy friends of her own age. She had various dreams which were filled with phallic symbols.
Tina's mother became over-protective toward her after the above incident, but never told her daughter that "all men aren't bad," nor attempted to explain her father's behavior to her in any manner. Her mother, who had been practically a teetotaler prior to the incest occurrence, later began drinking heavily and going out with various men. For a while, her mother would just be brought to the door by the men, usually in an extreme state of inebriation, but Tina states that later on, some of the men stayed overnight. She heard her mother having sex with some of them "more than once."
When Tina was in her late teens she became attracted to a "nice boy." It was a doomed relationship, however. In their sometimes long and hot petting sessions, Tina felt strong desire for the boy and he for her. On one occasion they went too far in their amorous play, and the boy unzipped his trousers and took out his erect organ. This caused such a reaction in Tina that she became hysterical. The boy stopped dating her and told his tale to the other boys, who kidded her and teased her openly at every opportunity. Tina relates that she had a "nervous breakdown," and was taken out of school for a semester. In a different class she fared slightly better, but it was years before she felt any passion for any member of the opposite sex. When spoken to by a boy, she would begin to stutter violently, otherwise she still retained the slight lisp.
When Tina did fall for another boy, she was several years older. She liked him enough to overcome her fears of intercourse or as she puts it: "I wasn't afraid to be naked with this boy." But she asked him not to display his penis. "I don't want to look at it, please," she told the boy. Apparently he was understanding enough not to be humiliated by this strange request, for they had a successful first coitus and several subesquent acts of intercourse. "We made love in the dark, though," Tina relates. She eventually lost out in this love affair, too, but it was not under adverse conditions.
An older man, however, caused her trauma to recur, and this is what led Tina to therapy. She was waiting at a bus-stop one day when a man of about fifty stopped his car and offered her a ride. When she went over to get into the car she saw that his fly was open and "his penis was out and erect." She screamed and had a hysterical seizure. She was taken to a nearby hospital by a passerby and the case was referred to out-patient psychotherapy for treatment.
It was the mere sight of the penis that brought revulsion and trauma to Tina. Analysis helped her to understand this fear, and countless dreams were discussed and analyzed during this time. She is now happily married but admits to a deathly fear of having a female child. She says she loves her husband very much but is afraid of similar events happening within her own marriage. So, she doesn't fully understand incest, and will have to overcome her feelings of jealousy and shock toward her daughter, if she has one, and mistrust of her husband as well. In her case, the analyst thinks that tackling one problem at a time is the best policy for Tina. She has overcome some fears, but others are still repressed, and of those that are latent, they should not develop unless circumstances become too closely parallel to her other childhood experiences.
CHAPTER TWO
Sodomy has often been regarded as a "safe" way for related individuals to have intimacies. Those who are incest-driven will often prefer sodomy (second only to oral sex such as fellatio and cunnilingus), because there is no risk of pregnancy. A brother and sister having sex, a father and daughter or any other relations are aware of the possible hazards if the girl becomes pregnant. So they will frequently resort to oralism as well as sodomy as a means of relief and complete safety from pregnancy.
Of course, there are many who must have vaginal intercourse and will use the usual precautions; there are just as many who are either ignorant or dull-witted or just plain careless and will take chances with a pregnancy resulting from incest.
The adolescent boy had sex with his sister when he, himself, was hardly more than a child. It began as sex play during childhood, but when he reached puberty, his sister (five years older than him), enticed him into intimacies.
The young man states, "When I was small, between the ages of 3 and 6, I used to sleep in the same bed with my sister. After the age of 6,1 had my own bedroom. At the age of 6, I indulged in sexual play with my sister. She was about 11. She asked me to feel with her. I fondled her between the legs with my fingers. We played this way frequently.
"At the age of 15, I had my first sexual intercourse with my sister. She was 20. She was in her room, lying nude on her bed. There was no one else in the house.
"She called me into her room and told me to play with her breasts. She then induced me to get on top of her and put my cock in her vagina. I ejaculated, but withdrew in time. I had intercourse with her about four different times and I ejaculated into her anus. The last time I had sodomy with my sister was at the age of 20."
Thereafter, there were some homosexual experiences and the young man became a hopeless neurotic. He had an anal-fixation borne out of his sodomite experiences with his sister. But we can see that there were occasions when he would have normal (if incest can be considered normal which it obviously cannot!) relations with her.
With the New Wave stirring youngsters into asserting their independence, whether in the form of Mod, Hippie, Yippe, Digger or Swinger or what-have-you, we can reasonably expect the same rebellious attitude surging over into sex. Once the boundaries are broken down, there are no limits to unbridled sex. Sodomy therefore is regarded in the same attitude as smoking pot or taking a trip on LSD. Whatever is taboo becomes preferable to those who want to break away from the Establishment.
CASE HISTORY: Edward, Age: 21
In this reported case history, Eddy is the eldest of two brothers and one sister. He remembered poverty and conflict from a very early age. Because of racial mixture, Eddy lashed out at the world, was obsessed with rebellion because of his sense of inferiority.
Later, his acts of incest-sodomy were a form of rebellion toward the Establishment who, according to Eddy, "wanted to do me in."
He hated his fater for deserting the family, He does recall once seeing his father sodomizing a prostitute whom he had brought home. This made Eddy have a strange hatred for women. The prostitute would yell, "You're too big! You're splitting me apart." Eddy saw many women in the role of this prostitute and wanted to sodomize them to hurt them, to avenge himself against the hate-symbol.
"I was the eldest and should have been the ruler of the house," recalls Eddy. "But my mother was so strong, she could punch and beat us. So I was afraid for us. She would always quote the Bible to us, warn us about sin and stuff. She said that it was dirty to even think about girls.
"Marriage was right but it, too, had its 'dirty' aspects. We had to pray a lot to clean out our sinful thoughts.
"Because we lived somewhere up in the hills, we had an outhouse. We bathed in the kitchen tub but had to do so separately. This made me curious about Nina, my sister.
"One day, Ma went to the village for supplies. I was 15 at the time. Nina was 18. I was always feeling 'funny' and once when I stroked myself, had an erection and an ejaculation. It felt good so I did it a lot of times. Also, I used to look through the mail order catalogue from Montgomery Ward ' and saw women in underwear. It started me thinking.
"That day, being alone with Nina in the house, my brothers out in the fields, I felt all excited. I stretched out in bed and felt an erection. I knew I had to masturbate but I wanted a girl with me. I wanted my sister. I called out to her. I was now naked in bed but felt a little shy so covered myself with a sheet.
"Nina came in, asked what I wanted. I told her to come over, sit on the bed, rub my back. That way, I was able to turn over and hide my erection. Nina was innocent and came over to rub my back.
"Then I said that I thought I was getting cold in my stomach, that it hurt. I took her hand, brought it down to my lower stomach. Her fingers touched me and I looked up to see that she was all excited. I forced her hand on my (pubic hair) and on my (penis and testicles) and told her that it felt good.
"I asked if she knew what it was and she nodded. We talked about seeing the horses and chickens and other farm animals. I said it would be fun to make believe we were married.
"She wanted to pull away, especially when I said she ought to take off her clothes. I was stronger and held on to her.
"I managed to help her off with her clothes and pulled my naked sister into bed with me. It was hard because I couldn't find the 'right place' so Nina had to help me.
"She grabbed my prick, really hurt me but the touch was like fire. It made me go wild. That was when I (vernacular for sodomy) and then I (the actual rhythmic motions and anal penetration) and then went to the top.
"As I did it to her, I kept looking at my sister underneath me. She was cute but I also had a strange thought that she was wicked to do such things with me. Ma always said there were wicked girls who did awful things to helpless men.
"The thoughts vanished as I kept working up and down against her rear end. It was tight but it felt good. When Nina moaned, I felt the most wonderful sensation and just then I (ejaculated) into her (anus) and it sure felt good. I couldn't figure it out. If it felt good, why should it be wicked or evil, the way Ma always said it was?
"That was the first of a lot of sessions. Then there was one time when Nina said to do it the front way. I said she would get us in trouble and maybe a baby would happen. I like to stick my finger into her ass and tease her before I (penetrated) and went all the way. But she wanted it in the cunt for just once or else she said she wouldn't let me do anything to her.
"So I had it with my sister the front way. She was a virgin and I had to work hard to penetrate and break her maidenhead. It didn't hurt her much. It even made me feel like a bridgroom. But I didn't want to do it the front way again because I was afraid she would get pregnant. I loved my sister, felt she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
"Also, doing it to my sister made me fight out against my mother. I was getting back at her. I was paying my mother back for being pushed around by her. I was (sodomizing) my sister and was a real big man!"
This peculiar case history shows fondness, not hatred, for his sister in his sodomy act. Actually, the fondness was an immature reaction borne out of hartred for being dominated by the mother; it was an act of rebellion.
In later years, Eddy tried to establish sexual rapport with other women but not all favored sodomy. Some complained it was not wholesomely satisfying to them and they preferred vaginal penetration. But Eddy discovered that without sodomy, he could not adequately function as a male! He would often fantasy-dream about his sister when he performed sodomy upon another female.
Eventually, Eddy married but he still had anti-social tendencies. He turned to drinking. He had little willpower. This, together with his sister-sodomy affairs and later a sex act of sodomy with a stepdaughter, all created internal confusions. Eddy was a serious psychotic case and when he appeared for medical diagnosis, he was very sick.
No doubt, the early poverty, the domineering mother, the deserting father, all conspired to create these emotional upsets. It is hoped fervently that medical treatment will help him adjust to his past, his present and his future.
The word incest is derived from the Latin: "in" means "not" and "castus" means "pure". The true Latin word is incestum-or an impure act. Sexually speaking, incest is an impure erotic act between two related persons. Since the very basis is impure, so to speak, it is obvious that the participants will go deeper into the taboo and perform other forbidden acts including sodomy.
CASE HISTORY: Karen and Stu
BROTHER AND SISTER AND THEIR INCEST-SODOMY SCANDAL.
These two youngsters, brother and sister, only two years apart in age, have always been close. They recall that their mother was always ailing, their father working as a heavy laborer until emphysema claimed his life. The two of them had to manage a big house and ran it with the same efficiency as if they were man and wife!
When they reached their very late teens, their mother passed on and now they were free, so to speak, from responsibilities. Until this time, Karen had gone on a few dates with boys and Stu had had a few dates with girls, but with so many obligations at home, neither could really have the carefree adolescence of their friends. The two were very close together and it is possible that this attitude influenced them, sexually speaking.
"One time," recalled Karen, "my younger brother brought home some pictures. You know the type that they sell at those smutty bookshops. They showed a nice looking girl, all naked, flat on her tummy, and straddling her, a 'big' man. When I say big, he was enormous. He posed his dick right between the girl's buttock cheeks and there was no mistaking what he wanted to do." Karen paused to let the impact sink in. "When I found these pictures, I was all upset. I wouldn't tell Mom because she was sick and she was no one to talk to about sex. That's another reason how Stu and I became so close. We had no one in whom to confide what youngsters usually do confide with one another. So we would talk about sex with each other. Maybe it's improper and unwise for a brother and sister to talk about sex but we had no choice.
"Anyway, I confronted Stu with the pictures and told him it was dirty and disgusting. But he just laughed and said that some of the boys at school said it was a lot of fun to fuck-and that they often did it to farm animals. He said it was a good feeling, that it beat the so-called kicks of (masturbation) in the school bathroom."
Now that sex had reared its proverbial "ugly" head, there was more to follow. Young Stu said he had read in a sex advice book for young boys that it was healthy to have an outlet. "It's lots healthier than just fooling with yourself." He snickered as he said, "Think I didn't see the way you stuck in a candle in your (vagina) and the way you rubbed yourself all over? It was when you were in the bathroom."
Karen was shocked that her behavior had been noticed. "Ooooo, you awful boy. You shouldn't be peeping through that hole in the bathroom door." But now that their talk was so plain, she felt a warm arousal. "Anyway, I read something in another book that said it wasn't too bad for a girl to do that to ease the tensions. After all, I don't want to let a boy do it to me. I'm liable to get caught and in trouble."
Stu let his warm eyes go over his sister's maturing body. It was not the first time he had felt natural impulses at her closeness. She had a pair of saucer-like tits with thick nipples that poked through the bodice. She featured a nipped in waist and flaring hips. It was this portion that made him all the more aroused.
"You can't get in trouble if you let someone fool with you in back here." With a mischevious giggle, he patted her rump. "Hey, all excited, aren't you?"
"That's not nice," Karen slapped away his hand, while her face burned as much as her bottom where her brother had touched her. "Do you mean you want to ... do what the man is doing in those awful pictures?"
"Lots of fun," he was saying in a throaty voice. At the same time, Stu was aware of the filling sensation at the pit of his groin. There was a thundrous heat and a growing reaction. He was breathing in shallow gasps. "I mean, it isn't the same as if we'd do it in front." He parted his legs and the noticeable bulge beneath his tight pants was obvious. His face was flushed with anxiety.
Karen was slightly stunned at such an overture. "Well, that just isn't nice and I don't want to let any boy put his 'thing' in me!" She said it with a feeling of revulsion, but at the same time, Karen had some slight titillation. She had always liked Stu in more than just a sibling manner. The frequent times when he'd carelessly go around the house in his briefs had excited her, seeing the thick pouch and the promise of a sensual penetration.
She had to swallow down her erotic thoughts. This was all wrong-wanting to have her brother! "Well, it's just disgusting."
But since they had already become so close, it was only a matter of time until the opportunity arose. It happened one evening when Stu was changing his clothes. He looked in the closet for a pair of clean under-wear.
"Hey, Sis, where's my duds?" He was nude except for a towel around his lean waist. He still dripped wet from the shower. "How's about it?"
She came upstairs from the kitchen, and the sight of her bronzed, well-built brother had a strained effect upon her. She stood hesitatingly. "Oh, I guess I didn't iron any. Well, you'll have to use something else."
He flashed a grin, showing white teeth. "Maybe I'll just put on my jeans; won't wear anything underneath. Lots of the guys do it." He hooked his fingers into the waistband of the towel and in a flash, let it drop around his ankles. "Hey, look what I got. Do you have it?" He cupped his male genitals and when his sister looked shocked, he slid his phallus. "Want to watch me until I go off?"
She crimsoned but the sight of his nudity and arousal made her grow tingly with desire. "Oh, Stu, I told you it wasn't nice!" Yet she was unable to turn around and flee. She was getting warm and aroused at his flesh-nakedness. "Now, you shouldn't do it."
"I gotta," he moved closer, his broad shoulders in athletic rhythm with his hips. "I mean, all the kids at school do it or else they'd go nuts."
But just as Karen tried to turn, her brother grabbed her, his hands went up under her dress, cupped her parity-covered bottom. "Mmmmm, you sure got a swinging bottom. Some of the guys at school said-they'd do anything to (sodomize) you."
Karen struggled and now the mutual closeness, the fondling, and the leering fawn on the younger brother's face all made her grow excited with more vigorous desire.
"Oh, Stu, you shouldn't touch me....OOOOOOO....not ... not ... there...."
She yelped when his finger went beneath her panties and now performed anal penetration. A shock of pleasure went through her loins. She was red-faced with embarrassed pleasure. "Stu, please!!!!"
"Then just come to the bed, Karen. Nothing to be scared of. Come on. It won't hurt. It's lots better than fooling with yourself. See?" His mouth went on her throat hollow while his fingers fumbled and soon he had her fullsome round tits cupped in his hands. "It feels good." His mouth covered the breasts and his lips suctioned on the nipples.
Karen reared back as a bolt of livid fire swept through her loins. Her nipples grew erect and when her brother stroked the resilient marshmallow softness of her well-formed breasts, she felt the mounting tension in her very core.
"Please....don't...."
But Karen's protests faded away as the nude Stu led her to the bed. In a daze, she felt her dress being hiked up. Then she felt her panties going down. The lights were extinguished.
There was some safety in the darkness. "Ooooooo," she felt his mouth over her hot, aching flesh. Every nerve was taut. Every fibre was alive with yearning. Every part of her being was thrilled to the very nerve-counter. "Oooooo, just rub me....down here.
His hand went to her crotch and his fingers torture-teased. In a tight voice filled with his own pounding male desire, Stu whispered, "Slide me a little....ahhhhh, your hand is so nice....oooooo...." He shivered when her hands explored his prick, when her fingers played with the twin ovals of his balls. Then he was seized with the most powerful desire that could not be contained.
He held her around the middle, then her turned her over on her tummy. "This is the best way. Nothing to worry about. Nice and safe....and tight...."
"Don't hurt me...." But even as she felt her brother's wedge as it prepared penetration, she was filled with a million licking desires, "oooo, easy....slow....slow....OOOO...." She felt the invasion. She squirmed. Her anal sphincter muscles instinctively tightened. Then she reared up as the huge invader dominated the narrow channel. A million more sensations tore through her tissue fibers. A hot liquid threatened to gush forth from her source. "Ahhhhhhh, it feels so good...."
"It's gonna feel better, honey....and your brother knows how to do it. Saw them pictures....guys told me how, at school...." He wrapped his arms around her, his palms massaging her well shaped breasts. He rubbed until they were aching and swollen. Her nipples were like twin granite specks. "How's that?"
Then his pelvis slammed against her sister's backside. There were murmurs, little shouts, some exclamations of pain. Stu felt the most delicious sensation shoot through his loins when he began the series of rhythmic motions.
"This is the way, honey," his mouth kissed the nape of her neck. "Oooooo, just bounce a little....up and down ... damn, you're tihggh...."
If Karen felt any pain, she made no outcry. Pain was obliterated by another sensation that captivated her entire being. She felt the huge scepter invade her innermost channels."
"Oh, Stu, oh, oh, oh."...OOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she instinctively jumped up and was met with his piston-like movements. She felt the constant and aphrodisiacal reaction of his scrotum as his pouch kept slamming against her crotch. This only affirmed his powerful masculinity in her sex image."
"That's it.....oh, oh, oh....OOOOOOOOOOOO," Then Stud knew he could not restrain himself. "Oh, it's gonna, it's gonna...."
The climax was a most erotic experience for both of them. Stu erupted with the pent up tensions of a sex starved animal.
At the same time, Karen was so inflamed, that then Stu manipulated her clitoris in front, it sent off a chain reaction and she reached her pinnacle at the same time.
The two of them were hurtled forth into orbit and they felt the slamming of a hammer on the backs of their heads. Again and again rhythmic sensations shot through their loins. Again and again the heat of their incestuous sodomy tore through their bodies. When their emotions subsided, they were both exhausted and lay nakedly in bed.
"See?" Stu was the first to speak. "I told you that it wouldn't be so bad. Didn't it feel good?" he was still immature enough to have this attitude.
"It did, Stu, and I guess I shouldn't have been so scared. But....I wouldn't let you do it to me me ... here...." She pointed to her groin and fingered herself. "I mean, that would only get us in trouble."
"No trouble at all if we do it ... here...." He inserted his finger into her ass, making her wince, and both of them laughed. "Lots of fun this way."
But the two of them were still puerile in their sexual awakening. They had foolishly assumed that this form of incestuous sodomy would be "safe". In their immaturity, they had grown careless about their illicit sex affairs.
Just how word got out was something neither of them would ever understand. But it was likely that boastful Stu had told someone at school. It is known that many boys, eager to show themselves as sexually superior to the other boys, will often brag about their sex exploits.
For one to say he seduces his sister, he becomes all the more of a "man" in the eyes of his schoolmates.
No doubt, Stu grew too much of a braggart. He told some of his locker room buddies that he was "making it" with his sister. But when they said that she might get "caught," he said, "Not the way we do it." He laughed and slapped on boy on the naked rump, making him jump away. "When we do it backway, it's safe. Feels good."
Perhaps it was envy or frustration or a sense of guilt that prompted someone to inform the town's social welfare department.
Stu was questioned and only after intensive grilling did he admit that he had performed sodomy with his sister. He broke down and confessed.
The scandal was a local small town shock. In fact, it would be a shock in any locality where ethics prevail.
"We'll have both of you put away," someone threatened. "Both of you are perverts, sex criminals!"
The town's outrage rose and the two of them were seized by the local authorities and incarcerated in seperate prisons.
Here, when some of the other cellmates found out what Stu had done, a strange form of "kangaroo justice" occurred.
"We're gonna fix you so's you don't never do that to nobody," said a depraved but powerfully built prisoner. "Here's what you got comin' to you!"
Stu almost screamed but another prisoner clamped his arm around his head, choking off sounds. Stu's eyes bulged in his head. He felt a shock of pain rip through his body.
"Pull his pants down!" ordered a prisoner who held onto the struggling boy. "Ahhhhh, that's it ... man, he's a big kid, ain't he? Ain't gonna be so big no more," and cruel hands gripped his sex organs.
Stu felt the blood gush from his ears and nostrils. He tried to kick but the others held him as tightly as if they used leather manacles.
Gurgled sounds were heard. Then Stu saw the knife. He almost collapsed. A cold-then a shock wave hot flame ripped through his groin.
"That's it ... cut him good...."
Stu felt a sudden roar in his ears and then blackness enveloped him. When he revived, it was in a hospital. He later found out that he had been castrated. Constant drug sedation kept him in limbo but the shock was so great, he could not endure the shame of it all. He found some pills, took an overdose and his life was ended.
As for Karen, she was put away in an institution for the mentally ill where she is still undergoing therapy.
During questioning, Karen says, "I don't have to have my brother, but I like it ... the back way."
Just how she will, if ever, be cured, is something left open to question. The twin evils of incest and sodomy worked to twist her sense of morality and it is doubtful if she will ever be able to join the ranks of normal society.
CHAPTER THREE
CASE HISTORY: Luise G., 28 years old, dark hair, fair skin, green eyes, a well-modeled girl; time in institutions for alcoholism; never married, no children. Stay at Hope House 52 days.
I know it's a little uncomfortable to sit here in the dark, but that's why I picked this time. I couldn't tell you all this and have you watch my face-, I just couldn't. I have to get it all out, or I'll explode.
I've never tried to talk it out with psychiatrists. Not while I was locked on one of those wards for alcoholism. Somehow, that didn't seem right to me, confessing in a place like that, and to a man who didn't really care if I lived or died.
Here, it's different; everybody seems to care. Everyone seems to want me to get sober and stay sober, and they all go out of their way to help as much as they can. That's never happened to me before, or if it did, I was too wrapped up in myself to notice.
Let's see. Where shall I start? The psychiatrists always tried to get me talking about my early childhood, my toys, how I felt about my parents and my brother. I didn't have a sister; perhaps it would have been better, if I had. Then I might not have focused so much attention on my brother. I've often wondered about that, but I also come up with the idea that a sister would have been competition, and I wouldn't have liked that very much.
I was very close to Leon, my brother, and I also became too close to someone else in the family, but I suppose it's best to take the story one step at a time.
Leon was a year younger than I, but the gap could have been a century; I felt so much older-so much wiser than my little brother-only that isn't right, either; Leon wasn't little. He stood several inches taller than me, and was much, much heavier. It was just that he was childish in many ways, while I'd always felt very mature.
We lived for several years with my mother; our father had deserted us some time back, and mother worked to support the family, although she did own the house outright, and there had been some money left in the bank account. She was nice enough to us, but always busy, and when she announced she was marrying another man, I don't suppose Leon and I cared very much one way or another; I do recall thinking it would be nice to have another man in the house.
I was eighteen, and I won't start lying again. I'd had sexual experiences for almost two years, and I'd had my share of beer and whiskey by then, too. My experiences with boys a year or two older didn't quite gratify me, though; I was looking for something more powerful, something more romantic than squirming around on the back seat of a car.
Perhaps I had my knight in armor when my stepfather, Kelly, came home to stay. He was forty, with dashing gray hair and a charming smile; he had dark eyes that probed into a woman, and I could see why mother married him. He was handsome, and he was sexy, with an air of danger about him. He was also an accomplished lecher, but I didn't know that about Kelly then. I just swooned in my room, thinking of him.
I cut myself off from dating boys, shied away from the boys who'd been back-seating me, and confined myself to worthwhile projects around the house. Knowing so well what I wanted, needing a stepfather's arms around me in any thing but a fatherly fashion, I began to drink more, from the bottle I had hidden in my room.
Hanging around the house so much, afraid to leave and afraid not to, I began noticing that my brother Leon was a good-looking kid. I stared at him as he moved through the hall, and knew what it was like at his age. He was in a strain and didn't quite know why; he wanted and needed sex but was too young, the adult world told him. And thinking like that, I somehow put myself into Kelly's place; I thought of myself as the teacher.
I drank for courage, and some more for guilt, and one day when mother and my stepfather were gone on a weekend trip, I lay in wait for my brother in his own room. I had liquor ready, with ice and mixer, and his record player going.
He came slamming into the house from playing ball, and he was all sweaty. Surprised to see me waiting stretched on his bed, he said: "Hey; you're supposed to cook dinner."
"Take a shower," I said, "and we'll have a drink before dinner."
He stared at me, then at the bottles on his dresser. "Whatta' you know? Be right out, Big Sister!"
I had on a dressing gown, a green satin thing that had no buttons and belted loosely about the waist. It went well with my hair. I also had on some fuzzy white slippers, and nothing else. I was tingly, and the drinks I'd had were skipping through my blood.
When Leon came wet-haired from the shower, I handed him a drink. "Cheers!" He had a towel knotted around his hips.
"What's the party?" he asked, sipping the drink.
I finished my glass and refilled it. Copying, he drank his down and signaled for more. He'd feel the jolt in a minute; he wasn't used to the stuff, and I knew it.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" I asked.
His eyes popped wide. "I-what the hell do you-no, no, of course not. I-I've had plenty of girls!"
I smiled at him over my glass. "That's a hell of a thing to say," he blustered. "My own sister-"
"Drink up," I said, feeling devilish, feeling old and experienced, and at last admitting to myself that there had been an attraction for me here ever since I reached puberty. "Drink up, Leon, and I'll tell you about our little private party!"
When he'd finished his second drink, his face was flushed. I dropped the belt of my dressing gown and moved close to him, sliding my arms around his hips.
I covered his mouth with mine. I pushed my body tightly to his semi-nude body, and the robe fell away as I'd intended, so he could feel my bare breasts against him. I kissed that boy as he'd never been kissed before, with hunger and an excitement that filled me to bursting. Involuntarily, his arms went around me, and I used that moment to untie the towel around his hips.
I moved into him, holding his mouth with mine, pressing him to me with my arms, slowly rotating my hips in the movements of lust. Leon responded silently, quickly, and I felt his maleness rise suddenly against me. I drew back my head, broke the lingering kiss and stared into his eyes.
"On the bed," I said. "Pick me up and put me on the bed!"
"Yeah, yeah," he said, and was clumsy with me, but strong.
His hands roamed over me, making new discoveries, and I took his wrists to guide them better, to show him and have him feel. He shook all over; he flinched when I took him in my own hands, but I kissed him until he settled down, and then I pulled him over on top of me and showed him what to do, showed him how to fit himself into me.
It was brief, but savage; it was new to Leon, so he was hurried, but I simply drew him in and held onto him. In that first spasming of his virginal passion, I rode it out and was gently insistent with him in his recovery, and then-and then we were in that seeking frenzy once more. This time it lasted; this time I was carried away, hurled high into that lunging, suctioning world where only the male and I existed, and when the thundering pinwheeling climax erupted for me, I kneened high and mad in my throat.
Leon was very sweet. He was so grateful, so humble. We spent the entire weekend together, drinking and eating and making love in every way I knew-which didn't actually mean much. It was more than enough for Leon.
I used my brother, but he also used me. Once his initial shyness was overcome, he was eager; he couldn't stay away from me. For weeks after, he would sneak into my room late at night, and I felt him naked under the covers with me. I never denied him, or myself. It was still good for me, but I found myself making mental images still, found myself writhing in my brothers' arms and seeing the face of my stepfather.
I schemed how to trap Kelly. I plotted it well, and if my trap failed, Leon would be on my side. We would vehemently deny everything; we would accuse our stepfather of dirty lies, and no doubt mother would file immediately for divorce, No playing on the side for mumsy; no hint of illicit passion. Her coldness had driven my father away, and perhaps I never forgave her for that. But her puritanical attitude would backfire on her this time; it would drive her present husband to someone who could give him all the healthy abandoned desire he wanted. To me.
Mother was gone to a bridge club, and Leon had an important ball game that Saturday. Kelly was in the house, restless. Leon was in a hurry, but I made him wait; I forced him to make love to me in my own bedroom, and while he was doing it, I used my foot to push a china doll off onto the hardwood floor, so the crash would be heard downstairs.
Leon didn't hear; he was panting with me, straining to me, shoving his strength to me, and I absorbed him, all his maleness, all his force, because I was stronger. I watched the doorway over Leon's shoulder, watched beyond his nakedly heaving back to the partly opened door, and I saw him.
My stepfather's face was a study-shock and interest and desire moved across it in waves. I gave him a show to watch. I lifted Leon and practically devoured him, and my brother ended with a lurch. Kelly's face was gone from the doorway as Leon rolled off the bed ;and got back into his clothes, and I knew I'd won. If my stepfather had been really outraged, he'd have come boiling m while the raw act of incest was in full swing. He hadn't, so I had won.
Leon trotted downstairs and out of the house, and I had three quick drinks while I waited. I was well into the fourth one and wondering if Kelly was merely going to keep silent when I heard his step on the stairs. I lifted one knee and lay back on the now smoothed bed. I posed in the nude, holding my glass in my right hand.
He didn't knock; my stepfather came into my room and looked down at me on the bed. He said: "You wench."
"Yes," I agreed, "a wench, but warm and beautiful and available!"
He took a step toward me, and another. He wasn't smiling his charming smile, but his dark eyes were smoldering. He said: "With your own brother."
I smiled, "And, my stepfather, I wanted you to see us together; I kicked over the doll and left the door open."
Kelly was also wearing a robe and slippers, as I'd done when first I seduced Leon. He stood beside the bed now, and kicked out of the slippers, dropped the robe to puddle around his feet. His body was pale and lovely. I smiled as I reached for it.
But he caught my hair instead. He ordered me to swing my legs over the side of the bed, and he held my hair as he brought my head into his stomach. My stepfather wanted me, all right, but in his own fashion, and that was something I'd never done before. He made me do it; he stood over me and held my head in his strong hands, and I learned what it was to excite a man who'd been around a lot. It wasn't bad as I'd imagined, and immediately after it was finished, Kelly went upon his own knees and caught my legs, one in each hand.
I went insane. I moaned and tried to wriggle away from his expert ministrations, because wave after wave of intense feeling poured through me, electrifying every nerve in my arching, shuddering body.
I was in a half-faint when he at last lifted his head. He swung my limp and unresisting legs back onto the bed, and levered them so that I rolled onto my stomach. He covered me then, with himself, with his knowing, probing self, and I could only respond weakly to this new approach. His hands lifted me to him; his driving need controlled me, and my spinning mind repeated over and over: so this is how it really is!
My stepfather controlled me after that; his were the orders, mine were the obedient answers. He came into my room every time mother was away, and if he wanted to beat me lightly with his belt, I stripped for the beating. If he wanted me on hands and knees, that's how it was, too. Anything and everything for him, and always I called him father, never Kelly, but father.
The affair blew up one Sunday afternoon. Leon had turned sullen when I stopped doing it with him, and he spied on me. He found me on my knees in front of Kelly, and there was a terrible fight. But like a young bull, after he'd knocked Kelly down, Leon turned his passion on me, unable to resist my naked and wanton submissiveness.
Mother found the three of us nude, and took only one horrified glance before running to call the police.
Leon? He was locked away in a juvenile home, as I was, but I got out much sooner. My stepfather jumped bail and disappeared. I never really gave a damn what happened to Mother. I got out of the institution and into another, wayward girls to a psycho ward for alkies.
It wasn't difficult for me to find an older man who'd support me, and my habit. I preferred older men, and they could tell; they ate it up. But when I'd get crazy drunk and break things, there'd be trouble. The drunks got worse and the troubles worse, and I lost man after man willing to pay my bills. I'd dry out on some fidget farm, either plush or state-supported, and come right out to another bottle and another man. The whole rat-race would start again. But last time, I found Hope House, and I'm trying to make a clean break with all of it.
No,-please don't turn on the light. Just let me slip away in the dark. Notes on CASE HISTORY of Luise:
She'd purged herself to me, this lost girl, and when we talked again, I pointed out that some of the faults lay in her unconscious hatred of her mother and the rivalry she felt with her mother, over a man who'd abandoned both of them. In substance, when Luise seduced her brother, she was defying her mother and convention, proving herself more loved. When she seduced her stepfather, she was in effect proclaiming her triumph over the other woman by stealing the husband-the father image.
CHAPTER FOUR
CASE HISTORY-of Brother and Sister.
Philip and Rose were initiated into sexual play very early in life. Rose vividly remembered her first experience though it came at the tender age of three, and Philip five at the time.
She was sleeping in her crib when she was awakened by the sound of her father's voice calling to her and her brother from his bedroom. He was asking them to come to him. Philip, who no longer slept in a crib, got out of his bed, lifted Rose out of her crib and took her hand as they walked to their father's room. Their parents slept in one large bed. They climbed into bed next to their father; their mother was sleeping on the other side, her back to them. After they had been in bed for a few minutes, their father reached over and tapped his wife on her shoulder.
"Come close to me," he whispered.
"You are disgusting. No, I will not come to you while the children are in the room."
He was infuriated at his wife's answer and he reached over and pulled her viciously to him. He pushed her legs apart and drove his penis into her as the two children cowered beneath the covers. She cried and moaned, and then he pulled his organ out of her vagina and shoved it into her mouth. Rose and Philip peered curiously out of the protection of the covers, trying to understand what was happening. They were strangely fascinated by the sight of that large, to them almost gigantic, piece of flesh entering their mother's mouth.
When Mr. L. saw that his children were taking an interest in the proceedings he removed his penis and called to his daughter:
"Rose, come here."
But she was afraid to go to him.
"Why are you afraid? Nothing will happen to you. Come here," he repeated.
Rose very slowly crawled out of the covers. Philip held her hand tightly for a moment to give her courage. She crawled over to her father and nestled close to his powerful naked body. At first his odor frightened her-it was so strong and rank-he smelled like a beast she had seen in a zoo. Her infantile mind had no knowledge of what was in store for her. All she knew was that even though he did not act or smell as he usually did, she was still happy to be with him.
"Come, my child, Move down here. Speak to your friend." He brought the child's face close to his penis.
Yes, my child," he continued, "you must learn all the delights in the world so that when you grow to maturity you will be worthy of this earth. What do you see?"
Rose did not answer her father. She took his penis in her little hands and held it as the flesh stiffened and the blood raced furiously through it.
"You have seen enough. Now you must taste it. You must taste this most priceless gift of all."
Rose was terrified at first. It looked so strange and dangerous. He took her gently by the neck and pushed her toward his organ. Her childish mouth, so fresh and sweet, opened wide and his penis slowly entered it.
Mr. L. called out to his wife: "Look-she is doing it. The girl is an angel! We have much to be proud of this night."
Then the child's mouth began to excite him and he moved his member back and forth very gently, so as not to bruise her tender lips. When he had reached the height of excitement he moved the child away and let his semen fall upon the bed. He didn't want to give Rose a bad impression of fellatio by pouring an excess of seed into her mouth.
He spoke bitterly to his wife when it was over: "You have missed the greatest joy a parent can experience. You have missed the equivalent of Paradise."
And then he fell back onto the bed, overcome by the extreme and ecstatic pleasure he had experienced.
Mrs. L. became jealous. A tidal wave of enraged jealousy engulfed her with such force that she was unable to fight it. She looked about for her son, Philip, but she could not see him. Then she spotted a crumpled form lying under the covers at the other side of the bed, and she called to him. He responded only by peering out and looking at her. She called him again and this time he reluctantly came to her, crawling slowly across the bed and making sure not to bump into his sister or his father.
When he reached almost to his mother he hesitated for a moment, and she pulled him to her. She removed his pajama bottoms swiftly, and felt his little penis. She played with it for a while and Philip giggled as her fingers tickled him.
Then she bent down over him and flicked his penis with her tongue. Philip became frightened and his whole body stiffened. She took his little penis in her mouth and fondled it with her tongue. She was stirred by deep currents of love and passion. Slowly, the boy's body began to relax under his mother's caresses. She felt, for the first time, a bit of activity in his member. Yes, she was sure of it, his penis was beginning to harden. She kissed the tip as it pointed up in the air.
Philip was smiling as his mother finally pushed him away and left his little stiffened organ to his own devices. She did not want to over do the situation.
Mrs. L. admitted to herself that her husband had been right, and the use of the children for certain activities was often justified. Philip in the meanwhile, had crawled over to where his sister had fallen asleep and woke her to let her feel his penis. But Rose was too tired to play with it.
As the children grew older they were allowed many other ventures into their parents' bed. And, they discovered each other. As the years passed each one realized that no other person could excite them as much as each other. They would lock the door of their bedroom at night from the inside so that their father could not see them. But they could often hear him outside, panting and masturbating in the dark hallway. In the darkness of their own room they would wrap their arms around each other. Philip caught flies in little glass jars and saved them; he would put honey on his sister's nipples and then place the glass jar over her breast with the fly imprisoned within. Rose would sigh and moan in pleasure as the fly moved up and down her nipple and gently scraped her flesh with its silky feelers.
Rose would excite his still immature penis by placing it in her daintly little mouth. Then she would run to fetch a jar of jam which she had hidden in the closet and she would spread the contents liberally on her brother's organ. Rose and her pet dog would then lick off the jam, and the touch of their tongues, especially the harsh, rasping tongue of the dog, made Philip very happy.
When Philip was twelve years old and Rose was ten, their mother decided to separate them, because she had come to think that their relationship was not a healthy one. So they were put into seperate rooms. They were both miserable.
One night Philip could no longer stand being apart from his beloved sister. He slipped into Rose's room and they embraced as though they had been separated for years. Philip pushed her gently down on the bed and spread her legs. He knelt down and placed his tongue inside her vagina, and moved it from side to side. It was a fantastically successful reunion. Small moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room all evening. Philip's tongue was a gifted lover, even for a mere child, which he still was. When he tired of that, he brought the dog up on the bed and let it place its tongue into Rose's private parts. The dog's rear legs trembled as his tongue entered the human world.
As they grew older, the siblings' passion for each other continued and became more profound and exotic. They spent all of their time thinking up various practices to excite each other. They lived for one another's bodies.
Mrs. L. finally decided that her children must be split apart, more or less permanently. She sent them to a series of private schools, going to great lengths to ensure their separation. She even sent them to schools which had vacations at different dates, so that neither would be at home while the other was.
The years passed, and soon the pain of not seeing each other, moderated, and their pleas that they could not live without each other turned out to be exaggerations. Rose went to college, married, had a child, and was living in Cape Cod.
But Philip was another case. Since their enforced separation he had become, slowly, a disciplinary problem. In every school and organization, sooner or later there had been trouble. He was ultimately kicked out of a dozen schools and universities.
He drifted from job to job. He bet heavily at the racetrack and was soon in debt to a number of loansharks. In order to free himself of debt, he planned a daring stock swindle, involving stolen securities. The plan was thwarted by the police, however, and Philip was duty tried and found guilty. He was sentenced to three years in the Federal penitentiary, and it was only because of numerous letters from influential citizens which his mother had obtained that he received such a short sentence.
When Rose heard of what had happened to her brother she went nearly mad with worry. She telephone everyone she could think of in an effort to keep Philip from prison, but all her efforts were futile. One thing, however, did materialize from her activities, and that was the sudden realization that her husband no longer held her interest. The sudden concern for her brother had brought back all the delicious memories that had been hiding in the shallow pool of her unconscious mind.
During Philip's first week in jail, Rose did nothing but conjure up wild schemes to help him escape. But of course they all came to nothing. He started working in the laundry room, then went to the shoe factory, and finally they gave him an easy job in the prison library because of his literate background.
There was another young man working in the library named Saul and he was serving a ten year sentence for armed robbery. Saul was thin and pale, and he wore his blond hair as long as the prison authorities would allow him to. Philip and Saul often spoke together and found that they had a great deal in common. They began to make plans about what they would do after they were released. Saul had already decided to dedicate the rest of his life to crime. At first, Philip was shocked by such an outlook. But as the months passed he began to see Saul's point of view in a different light. In a letter to his sister, Philip wrote:
"I have met another inmate here, named Saul, and I wish you could have the opportunity of talking to him. Our conversations remind me of those happy days when you and I were in bed together, our arms around each other, and our tongues and hands exploring the secrets of the flesh."
The prison censorship took out a few lines in the letter, but still, when Rose received it she was furiously jealous. It sounded to her as though Philip were about to embark on a homosexual relationship. Since she and her brother had been practicing incest for many years, it was peculiar that a homosexual relation should have bothered her, but it did. She wrote a letter to Philip warning him against becoming embroiled with any inmate, since it would certainly have a damaging effect on him.
Rose's suspicions were correct; Philip was about to embark upon a passionate homosexual venture but at the time he had written his letter he was not aware of it. Only when his dreams began to be filled with erotic pictures of himself with Saul did he realize what was happening. At first he tried ruthlessly to tear the thoughts from his mind. But it was a futile attempt.
Finally he decided to fight it no longer, and to let the course of events go its own way, regardless of the consequences. One afternoon, both the young men were putting new books away on the shelves. Philip was on the ladder and Saul was passing the books up to him.
Philip was about to put a book on the shelf when he felt an arm on his leg. He did not move or say a word, for somehow he had been expecting it. Then he put the book on the shelf, and keeping his eyes focused straight ahead of him, he waited for the next move. It came swiftly. Saul dropped the pile of books he was holding and made one tentative step up the ladder. The first four rungs of the ladder were empty, since Philip was much higher up on it.
Saul moved Philip's trousers up along the leg until a portion of his self was bare. He pressed his lips to the bare flesh, and this first contact of his friend's bare calf, and Philip felt surges of desire flowing through his body. He did not wait. Still standing on the ladder, he loosened his pants and let them drop to his knees. His penis was erect and straining against his underwear. Saul reached up and gently pulled his member out into the open. Philip wished he would hurry. He thought of his penis as a doomed bird who would not live much longer, but before it died it wished to make the long migratory trip to a jewel--liked island in the South Pacific.
At first Saul only nibbled at the tip of his friend's penis, cooing to it as if it were, indeed, a bird. Philip had to keep a firm grip on the ladder, lest the unstable thing, which was swaying from side to side under the weight of the two men, fall over. Then Saul's tongue roved over his globes, which swung gently in their sack, and he sighed softly to express his delight. Finally Saul took his whole member into his mouth. Philip's body quivered with ecstatic feelings. The ladder swayed dangerously as Saul moved his mouth up and down along the sides of his friend's penis. For the first time since Philip had been imprisoned he began to feel free. As Saul's mouth continued to caress him, the burdens of imprisonment seemed to glide over him. He thought of the rolling Connecticut hills he had known as a boy. He even thought of his father dead these many years, but the power of Philip's memory brought back the erotic nights spent in bed with his sister and father.
His penis grew and grew under Saul's delicate prodding. Then he whispered to his friend to watch out, for his seed was about to spill. Saul braced himself as best he could on the ladder and heardly moved as Philip's hot semen poured forth. His penis shuddered, and Saul stroked the delightful flesh as it finished its climax. His eyes were turned lovingly toward Philip, who had also been forced to brace himself extremely well.
Then it was over, and as if in a daze, they very slowly and methodically began to put the books on the shelves again. They did not speak to each other, so as not to defile the pure passion of the previous moments by any mundane words.
From that time onwards, almost every day was filled with fellatio and other erotic pastimes. Philip looked forward eagerly to each day in the library, and the two young men grew closer and closer.
Their relationship eventually blossomed into a great love. One by one, the days flew by, and Philip did not even think of the forthcoming day of his release. All of his thoughts were devoted to Saul. As they were working in the closet together one afternoon, Saul closed the door of the closet abruptly. Philip smiled, realizing what would follow. But Saul did not reach for his penis-he turned his back to Philip. Philip walked over to him and kissed him softly behind the ear, as if to inquire what the matter was. His penis hungered for Saul's mouth. Saul looked back over his shoulder coyly, and he undid his pants, presenting his bare buttocks.
Philip understood exactly; he moved closer to Saul and the tip of his stiffened penis played with his friend's buttocks. Philip reached a hand around Saul's body and felt the softened member. He tried desperately to excite Saul's penis but he could not. Finally, slowly, he pushed his own penis between Saul's buttocks, and as it entered, Saul's organ began to harden. They stayed still for a moment just like that-penis between buttocks, hand on penis, lips searching for flesh, and the closet steamed with the odors of a violent passion.
Philip started to move his organ slowly, letting it glide in and out so as not to hurt his friend. But even so, little moans of pain and delirium came from Saul. Philip went faster and faster, until it seemed that the two bodies would melt together. Then Saul was almost thrown against the side of the closet and Philip climaxed. But before Saul could recover his balance, Philip spun him around and kneeling down, grasped Saul's hardened member in his mouth, gently, but firmly enough that it would not jump out of his mouth in its excitement.
As Philip caressed Saul's penis with his lips, his thoughts returned to his sister, Rose, and he remembered that in spite of all these temporary loves, there was only one person whom he loved beyond time-and that was his sister.
It seemed like an eternity until Saul's organ reached that size and state of excitement that meant he would have his orgasm. But finally it came and Saul made sounds of joy as the sticky fluid poured out into Philip's mouth and onto the floor.
Saul was very good to Philip and he was able to obtain many benefits for his friend. He brought him many delicasies from the kitchen, where he had friends. Philip had an idea how Saul managed to procure these things, but he did not want to make any moral judgment on the method.
One morning as they both reported for work in the library, Philip spotted Saul carrying a small canvas bag. He was surprised that Saul could have carried that size bag about the kitchen, but when he reflected on his friend's wile, he realized that nothing was impossible. Saul said nothing about the package and Saul did not ask him anything. Finally, after lunch, Saul pulled him to one side.
"What do you think I have in here?"
"I don't know," admitted Philip.
Saul was positively gleeful at having out-foxed his friend and his laughter echoed through the prison library.
Saul opened the canvas bag. There was a live duck inside. A rope was tied around its beak to keep it quiet. Saul held it up in the air for his friend to admire.
"Where can we go for privacy?" he asked Philip in a conspiratorial voice.
Philip recommended the closet, but he didn't understand what his friend was up to.
"Of course, we can't cook it there," Philip mentioned, a bit perplexed.
"Cook?" repeated Saul, laughing uproariously as if his friend had made one of the funniest jokes of the century.
They went into the closet and squatted down on the floor. Saul had a sharpened file in his shoe and he removed it, twirling it around between his fingertips and letting the small shafts of light that penetrated the closet gleam on it.
"Are you still unaware of what I am about to do?" Saul asked his friend.
"Well," replied Philip, smiling, "I am sure you are not going to help the bird."
Saul laughed, and before the last traces of a smile had vanished from his lips he drew the file across the neck of the bird. For a moment there was nothing, not even a slight movement. Then the neck split open and a torrent of blood spilled out onto both of them.
Saul continued cutting until the head was severed from the body, and then the bird began to thrash about. Saul held the bird in front of him, the open neck facing toward Philip, and he began to gesture in a beckoning fashion.
Philip was confused:
"What do you want me to do? I don't understand."
"Come closer, much closer. And take your penis out of your pants."
Philip did as his friend suggested. He came closer to the bird and exposed his penis-it lay soft and pliant against his leg. Saul grabbed it and began to stroke it with one bloody hand as the other hand held the decapitated but still thrashing bird. Finally Philip's penis was aroused and the open, ragged hole of the duck's neck lay before him. Saul moved the bird's ragged hole open neck over Philip's penis like a bloody glove, As his penis penetrated that raw and heated opening, Philip shook with anticipation. He had never felt anything like it. He had never felt such flesh engulfed him. Saul did not rush it. He pushed the bird forward a bit at a time, always sure to rotate the bird so as to give his friend the maximum amount of pleasure. The bird was still trashing of its own accord, and Saul added to the movement by jerking it up and down on Philip's penis. The combination of the freshly butchered flesh and the veins and arteries of the gaping wound drove Philip wild with excitement.
"Faster, faster! Move it faster!" Philip's commands came breathlessly. His voice trailed off at the end, as if the words couldn't mirror his need for increased activity.
Saul pushed the bird up and down as fast as he could, and Philip reached an absolute frenzy of excitement. The thrust of his penis finally caused the bird's neck to split apart, and his semen poured through the gory remains as he climaxed.
A few weeks later, the inevitable came. Philip was to be released. His days in prison had been so Utopian since he had met Saul that he had given no thought to his release. In fact, he had forgotten all about it. Now, the news shocked him, and he went so far as to contemplate doing something which would force the prison authorities to have him remain there.
Saul cautioned him against such an action, telling Philip that if he did something which would be considered bad enough to prevent his release, the authorities would probably transfer him to another prison, so nothing would be accomplished. Philip realized the truth of his friend's advice. There was nothing he could do but resign himself to the coming date. In the meantime, however, they both resolved to intensify their lovemaking so that their last days together would be memorable ones.
On Philip's last day in the library Saul asked him to come into the closet for a goodbye gift. Once inside, Saul fell to his knees, weeping and moaning over the impending departure of his friend. Saul maintained this irrational behavior, for many minutes, and his cries began to grow so loud that Philip feared the noise would betray them. He tried every means to comfort his friend but they were futile.
Then he grabbed Saul by the shirt and asked him:
"What is the goodbye gift you promised me?"
For some reason, this question, combined with a vigorous shaking, made Saul come to his senses.
"A gift?" he queried, perplexed.
"Yes, you told me you had a gift for me, to ease the strain of our parting."
Then Saul's eyes lit up and he thrust his hands in Philip's trousers and brought out his penis. Without any further ado he performed fellatio on Philip, putting his whole body and soul into the effort, and giving Philip a few moments of the most exquisite pleasures he had ever experienced. When he was through and Philip's organ lay exhausted between his thighs, Saul spoke very briefly of his great love for Philip and asked to be remembered.
Two days later Philip was released. They placed him on a bus to New York. Philip had written to his sister of the date and time of his arrival and she was at the bus terminal to greet him. Rose had taken a small apartment in Jersey City and she had purchased an extra cot for Philip to use when he came home.
"You look thin, but other than that, you look fine," Rose said to him as they were relaxing in the apartment only a few hours after he had arrived at the bus depot.
"I am fine," he replied, "but I hope things will begin to look even brighter."
He did not explain his strange remark to Rose, but she was frightened that he intended to go into some type of illegal activity again, only to end up back in the penitentiary.
He looked very tired, so she drew his bath and then made up the bed in order for him to take a nap. He bathed, lay down and in an instant he was asleep. He slept for many hours, and when he began to stir and wake, Rose climbed into bed with him. Still drowsy, he stretched out his hand and felt the soft, warm flesh of her breasts. He was awake in an instant, trying to shake the fuzziness from the long sleep out of his brain.
Rose's breasts were soft and pliant under his demanding hands, and her nipples quickly stiffened, inviting him, calling for him with passion heightened by his long absence. She could see the bright gleam of his teeth, and she almost wanted that brightness to sink forever into her flesh. His teeth played gently with her nipples, like those of a young cat who has caught an especially succulent mouse. She moaned with pleasure. It had been so very long since she and her brother were together ... too long!
"Did you miss me?"
"Yes," Philip lied, "You were all that I thought about."
She cried with pleasure at his words and moved her nipples deep into his mouth, her hands roving all over his body and caressing his long-missed flesh.
He released her nipples and began to kiss the soft skin of her belly. She shuddered, the most delightful sinking feeling came over her, and she ran her hands frantically through his disheveled hair. Then he kissed her navel, and spread her thighs wide. She closed her eyes, and as his tongue reached her vagina she sighed and wriggled her toes as if to show that all was right in the world again.
They made love for hours. His tongue made the walls of her vagina fairly sing with passion. His tongue went in and over every part of her body and she reciprocated by holding his penis between her lips and humming a tune so that the soft air would caress the tip of his member, and the pleasure of this drove Philip wild.
The next morning she asked him what he was planning to do. He replied that he was going to look for a job. In a few moments he was out of the house. He returned late the same evening. When she asked him whether he had been successful, he smiled, and threw a wad of money on the table. She picked it up and counted it. There was five hundred dollars in the bundle.
"Where in the world did you get this?" Rose demanded.
"I earned it," he replied, still smiling.
"Where? Where could you earn five hundred dollars in one day?"
"Either you want some or you don't, but don't nag me. Keep your mouth shut!"
Night after night for many weeks, Philip brought home huge sums of money, until one day he came home with a bloodied face and a severe cut on the back of his neck. And he had no money to throw on the table. Then all the facts fell into place and Rose realized what her brother had been doing. He had been out mugging. She cursed herself that she had been so stupid as not to have guessed it immediately. She presented him with the evidence. The moment she finished speaking he sat down at the table, his head bent and all his arrogance vanished.
"You're right, sis, absolutely right. I guess if I can't talk with a woman who is both my sister and my lover, then I must be in pretty bad shape."
Rose's heart almost broke as she heard her brother speak like that. She wanted to help him. She needed to help him. Philip continued:
"When I was in the penitentiary I had a long and passionate homosexual love affair. I even thought of hitting a guard so that they wouldn't let me leave, but at the last minute I was dissuaded from doing so. The day I left the penitentiary and came here, I felt funny. I felt as if I would never again be able to become excited by sex. For me, sex seemed dead. Then we made love, and while it was enjoyable, it wasn't the way it was when we were young. The fact was clear: I could no longer be satisfied merely by sex. So the next day I found violence. Now it is violence that I crave. It's violence that arouses my organs and sets my blood pounding. It's violence I am thinking of when we are together at night. The money I get from this violence, these muggings, is only incidental."
Rose could not speak for many minutes. She tried to sort out everything her brother had said.
Then she said to him:
"You realize, of course, that your craving for violence will end in disaster for you?"
"I do. But as you remember, years ago, no threat would have frightened me enough to keep me away from your bed."
When he said that Rose burst into tears. She couldn't bear the idea of him returning to the penitentiary, or worse, bleeding to death in some dark alleyway, shot by a policeman's bullet. What could she do?
"Philip," she pleaded, "I am asking you to give me a week, and during that time you must refrain from these violent activities. Just give me the chance to help you-I beg of you."
She fell down on the floor and grasped his legs. Her whole body shook from fright and her dreadful feelings of helplessness to help him.
"All right," he conceded, reluctantly, "you have a week, but there is really nothing you can do." With that remark he went to sleep.
Rose soon realized what had to be done. She had to bring back the misplaced sexuality which had led her brother to experience orgasms when committing violent acts. But how could that be done? Her body by itself was no longer able to entrance him. Then, in a flash, she remembered the bundle of books her father had left to them when he died. She always carried a small group of these, wrapped in cloth and placed at the bottom of her suitcase. They had never been opened. She rushed to the closet where her suitcase was and dragged it out and opened it. The bundle, yellow and frayed, was still intact. She undid the string, and her fingers trembling, she leafed through the manuscripts.
She realized immediately that they were priceless. Each book was a rare edition of some valuable erotic classic. The mysteries of the most sublime sexualities were hidden in their pages. But normal sexuality, no matter what the variation, could not wean Philip from his violence. She knew this instinctively.
She searched for ancient and tried procedures pertaining to oral sex. This, she knew, was the only form of sex powerful enough and sublime enough to remove Philip's attachment to violence. The days wore on and her week was almost up. The she found it. At least, she found something which might just do the trick. It was a method, described as a holy ritual, which keepers of the flame (in this case, young girls) would perform on priests. It has originated somewhere in Hong Kong. All day she sat at her desk, poring over the scanty details, wishing there had been a fuller explanation. But she would have to make do with the information she had.
Rose was bursting with anticipation at the thought of a passionate reunion with her brother. Her body began to quiver gently as she imagined his body, and she had a vision of Philip's erect penis, calling to her, or so it seemed.
He was silent and morose that evening, as he usually was. Then, without a word of good-night, he abruptly went off to bed. The moment after he left, Rose went into the kitchen to prepare the material. It took her only about fifteen minutes, and she carried a small jar out of the kitchen with her as she went to her brother's bed. He was already sleeping when she crept into bed with him.
Gently, she opened the fly of his trousers and exposed his sexual organs. They were so beautiful she was tempted to kiss them, but she restrained herself since she did not want him to wake yet. Taking some of the jelly-like substance out of the small jar, she began to apply a thin film of it onto his globes. When it was all over them she took some more of the jelly in her hands and began to rub them together. The heat from the friction of her hands acted on the jelly, changing its chemical makeup and making it into a new and more powerful substance. This substance she placed, very sparingly, on her tongue, lips, and the inside of her mouth. Then she sat back and waited, holding his coated globes gingerly, as if expecting them to explode.
Philip began to stir. The experiment was beginning to work. He was neither awake nor completely asleep, but Rose could feel the heat flowing through his body. She peered closely at his globes. The jelly seemed to be penetrating them, creasing them, but otherwise there was no damage or change.
In his semi-conscious state, Philip felt the most delicious feeling in his globes. They seemed to be expanding and contracting slowly, moving inward and outward in accordance with the movements of the heavens and the contractions of the galaxies. Then he felt as though his globes had been transferred to his heart and his heart to where his globes had been, and he felt that a glorious young girl was performing fellatio on his heart.
One after the other the most sublime visions came to him, all of them using his globes as the central theme. He saw a whole group of young boys, each of them beautifully made and each of them looking like his friend Saul, licking his globes with their splendid tongues.
When he seemed to be growing frantic because he could not stand these degrees of ecstasy for too long, Rose woke him. He sat straight up, a shocked look on his face, not knowing where he was or who he was. She comforted him and told him what she had done. He fell back, exhausted, unable to speak or to pass judgment. He told her, briefly, with his hands, that he had gone through one of the most extraordinary experiences of his life.
She smiled when he said that, for she had not used the second part of her method.
He closed his eyes, as if to fall asleep again. Rose knew that this was the time. She touched the tip of his penis with her tongue, which, along with the lips and mouth, had been coated with the heated jelly. Then she moved her mouth onto the whole penis, and it stood upright. Her tongue flicked back and forth against the tip, the heated jelly entering the flesh and beginning to make the penis dance and quiver in the most unusual manner. The moisture from her mouth calmed it down somewhat but then her lips drove his organ into another frenzy. It is impossible to describe the feelings that Philip experienced. Rose became as frantic as him, having been deprived of that piece of delightful flesh for so long, and her internal heat further activated the miraculous powers of the Jelly.
His organ moaned and whistled, it assumed a life of its own, it assumed a life that he could not fathom. All the passion of a thousand years, all the ecstasy of the far eastern cults, coalesced in his stiffened organ.
Finally, he could stand it no longer, and he grabbed his penis in both hands in order to stop the ecstasy, for he feared he would go insane. The moment he pulled his own organ out of his sister's mouth, the organ began to act up, like a bucking horse that was trying to fight its rider.
"Do not fight me, my darling," she said, and took the penis once again, and with a short burst of activity brought it to its bursting point, and the torrent of seed poured out, innundating the jelly and the bed.
He embraced her, unable to verbalize his joy, unable to thank his sister for her activities. Then he pushed her back down, and spread her thighs and his tongue entered her vagina, giving her all of his thanks in the form of a frantic stimulation.
As he thrust his powerful tongue in her, she glowed with pride and success. Their father's legacy had been true and powerful. She knew her brother had found something that violence could never equal. She knew that all would be well now, and that there was no fear of his returning to the penitentiary. It didn't matter what job he took, or how little money they both made, or what the world thought of them, for every night, they would be initiated into the most ecstatic of all rituals.
Rose was right. Her brother stopped his morbid craving for violence and took a job in a large department store. We cannot say that they lived happily ever after, for our files do not have the complete record.
But one thing is certain. A passionate and avantrrade approach to Oral Sex kept a man from turning into a pathological killer, whose only thrills would be the attack on the victim. No one, of course, has a right to make a judgment on their incestuous behavior unless we carefully examine our own lives.
CHAPTER FIVE
In Freud's Collected Papers we are told that as a result of incestuous longings and fantasies persisting from childhood, not actual overt acts of incest ... it may happen that the whole current of the sensual feeling in a man may remain attached in the unconscious to incestuous objects or may be fixated to incestuous fantasies until they may actually become a reality. Such is the case with the frustrated and desperate father who turns to his daughter.
The average person often wonders why he is not made more fully aware of the prevalence of incest through the media of press and television news releases. The hard fact remains that the majority of step-fathers committing incest with their daughters, even in moments of drunkeness or passion, are still reluctant to inflict the possibility of pregnancy on the girl, retaining in their subconscious minds the visions of guilt and punishment within the family framework.
Therefore, the harassed father will often satisfy his powerful sexual impulses by inducing the girl to commit fellatio, as he, meanwhile, indulges in cunnilingus.
Quite often, he will conclude by committing sodomy upon his attractive daughter. The officials, of course, hesitate to release publicity about such acts if it can possibly be avoided. They feel, justly, that it is detrimental to established society to reveal the frequency with which incest occurs.
However, the incestuous father is not always permitted to go totally unpunished. The authorities may arrest the father on sex perversion charges if he had indulged in the practices mentioned. In other words, he may be convicted on charges of sex perversion, although the act of which he was truly guilty, was incest.
A lady physician of 42, practicing in one of the better communities in an eastern state was indicted upon charges of performing an abortion on a seventeen-year-old girl. Her reputation in the community was excellent, and it was difficult to understand why she would break the law unless there was some strong underlying reason.
Investigation unearthed some revealing facts. The girl had been made pregnant by her own step-father. Further and more detailed investigation exposed some even more disturbing facts. An incest pattern emerged that caused even the case-hardened authorities to react in shock.
The father was a successful advertising executive. He was a well-preserved man of forty-two and had graduated from the state university in the upper ten percent of his class. It was at the university that he met Seena, a lovely girl who became his wife one year after they were graduated.
He had little trouble securing a job and was soon on the way up. Unfortunately Seena had certain standards in her own mind and she began working to attain them. Her philosophy should have forewarned her husband. "A man needs prodding," Seena would say in her warm, slow fashion. "If he doesn't have a goal of some kind, he's apt to get into trouble...."
Her goal kept her husband constancy striving to earn more money to meet the standards set before him. As soon as they had moved to a better neighborhood and gotten the house redecorated and furnished completely, Seena would discover that they "needed more room." She accomplished this by giving birth to babies at strategic intervals. Over a period of time, she presented her husband with three girls! When she learned she could have no more children, she adopted Dolores as her fourth.
The births came at two-year intervals with dismaying regularity. However, each girl inherited her mother's beauty and it all seemed worthwhile to the hard-working husband. He drove himself harder and harder to earn the wherewithal to pay the steady bills that streamed in.
Seena blandly ignored his occasional out-bursts about "cutting down on expenses" and went on in her own smooth fashion. As she pointed out to her husband, very little of the outlay went for her, personally. She was content with the bare necessities. But her daughters had to have the best. And they did. The girls were taught music. They were sent to ballet classes. They took special training in languages. They had riding lessons. Not one cultural or social advantage was overlooked by the ambitious Seena.
The husband, in the meantime, found the never-ending financial strain a severe drain on his own emotional resources. More and more, he found solace in a "couple of extra jolts" from his private bar in the den. Seena restricted herself severely in the matter of alcohol because she felt it was bad for her figure. As a result of her subtle resentment toward drink, the husband began sneaking in his "extra" jolts in order to avoid further strain between his wife and himself.
The adopted daughter, Dolores, proved to be a good actress. By the time she was sixteen, she had graduated to the upper level of the drama school where she studied. Her father enjoyed watching the practice sessions and he took advantage of any time he could from his work to drive Dolores to her classes. The sight of all the lovely young girls helped him to forget the cares and problems that troubled him.
There was a dress rehearsal one Thursday evening for a forthcoming drama which the school gave each spring. Dolores had her art lecture forum that particular evening and it was decided that the husband would drive Dolores to and from the rehearsal. "I know you really don't mind, dear?" Seena smiled at her husband. "The sight of all those beautiful girls seems to buoy your spirits up considerably." The husband put up a mild resistance, although he knew he would enjoy watching the young girls dance.
Dolores played the part of a nymph. Her costume was black, unrelieved by any other color. The rich, full curves of her magnificnet legs were set off even more alluringly by the sheer, opera-length hose. Her ballet slippers were also black, as was her short, flared skirt and the skin-tight black fabric that covered her upper body could barely hold in the full breasts that threatened to burst out freely at any moment.
There were many lovely girls on the stage that night, but none who seemed as exciting as Dolores, at least to her own father. Her golden hair, tied in a pony tail by a black ribbon, glistened and glowed like a molten stream of gold. Her step-father sat entranced, watching this vision of loveliness as she danced across the stage.
He couldn't help but comment to Dolores as they drove home later that in his opinion, she was by far the best dancer of the entire group. Dolores modesdy denied this but he stoutly maintained that she made all the rest look like rank amateurs.
"Okay, Daddy," she chuckled finally. "So, I'm the greatest thing since Sarah Bernhardt!" She patted his shoulder fondly. "At least, in your eyes!" She paused a moment. "But you've got to admit there are some awfully cute girls there with me!" Her father quickly assured her that none of them could hold a candle to Dolores for sheer beauty. She laughed again at his loyalty. But as she pointed out, "That Kathy has all the boys running around in circles!"
"Well, sure, sure," her father agreed. "She's good looking ... got a good build and all that ... but compared to you, she's a ... let's face it, a goat! That's it, she's a goat and you're a slim, delicate fawn!"
"Fawn?" Dolores sighed. "Did you ever see a fawn with hips like I'm getting? I've got to watch the old weight a bit better!"
"You? Heavy?" Her step-father was aghast. "If you lost even one pound, it'd be a crime! Don't tamper with perfection!"
"Perfection? Do you call thirty-six-inch hip's perfection? On a sixteen-year-old girl?" She paused. "And how about my little old bosom? Thirty-six there, too! Come on, Dad!"
"Honey, honey," he sighed. "You don't understand! A girl is supposed to be a girl! Every sweet inch of your curves is there for a purpose! You're a woman!"
"I'm a woman, all right," said Dolores. "More of a woman than Mother if you go by bust size!"
"Your mother is a lovely, mature woman, of course," her father said. "But you're every bit as feminine in every respect...." He added in a softer, more intimate tone, "maybe more so.
Dolores pretended she hadn't heard this last remark, but she had and it made her feel good.
She snuggled closer to her father as he drove. He glanced over and smiled fondly at her. He slipped his arm around her shoulder and squeezed her slightly to display his affection. Then he removed his arm and concentrated on the driving.
It was eleven o'clock when they arrived home. The other girls were asleep in their rooms. Seena wasn't home yet. Dolores and her father had only been in the house a few minutes when the phone rang. It was Seena. She and her group were stopping by at the home of a friend to have coffee and a light snack. She was afraid it might last longer than usual and she suggested that her husband not wait up for her. He agreed and told her to stay as long as she wanted and to enjoy herself.
"Who was it, Dad?" Dolores came up as he left the phone. She was still in her ballet costume and had removed the coat she had worn on the drive home.
"Your mother," he said. "She's going to stay at the Morrisons for a little snack." He added wryly, "Lucky I'm not jealous or I'd think she was with some other man!"
You don't ever have to worry about that, Dad! Dolores quickly said. "First of all, Mother loves you too much!" She added more softly, "And secondly, where else could she find anybody as handsome as you?"
"Talk about loyalty," her father chuckled. "All right ... because you're such a boost to the old ego, you're going to be allowed a special little treat." He hurried and brought out a bottle of chilled sparkling burgundy wine.
Dolores quickly got two wine glasses while her father opened the bottle. The cork popped in the appropriate festive fashion and Dolores laughed as her father poured the bubbling red wine into her glass.
"Not too much, Dad," she shook her head. "I'm not used to such things...." He poured his own glass full and then lifted it while he thought of a toast. Dolores wondered what it would be. "To Dolores, the queen of my heart! The loveliest woman in all the world!"
Dolores did not even question the word "woman" in this instance. She sipped her drink and then realized they had forgotten to clink the glasses together. She held up her glass and he gently let the rim of his touch it. Then, looking into each other's eyes, they sipped until the glasses were empty.
"It tastes so good," she nodded. He refilled both glasses and again a toast. This time Dolores did the honors. "To my dad. The handsomest man in all the world!" They both laughed at the way she had paraphrased his earlier words. They had two more glasses of wine and as the father drank, his eyes studied Dolores. He stirred at the sight of her strikingly beautiful body. The long, lithe legs seemed to glow under the sheer hose. The powerful calf and thigh muscles were firm even in repose. His eyes lingered on her full young breasts. He liked the way her nipples strained the fabric. He also like the way-her bosom rose and fell. The light from the lamp on the end table created a shimmering aura around her hair.
"Something wrong?" She put her hand to her lips. "Is my make-up smeared?" He shook his head. She went on, "You were staring at me so.
"Only because I think you're the most beautiful woman possible!" He studied her for a moment before going on. "You make the ancient myths about golden goddesses all seem believable!"
"Golden goldesses didn't feel all gritty from perspiration," she said. "I had a real workout tonight. I'd feel better if I had a shower."
"In a minute," her step-father said. Despite her protest he poured a little more wine into her empty glass. "You can shower any old time. Right now, let's chat ... just for a moment more." He poured his own glass full and held it up in another toast. She followed suit a bit reluctantly. She wasn't used to drinking and three glasses were more than she had ever had before. Her head spun a little, but she felt good inside. "You can't deny this next toast." her father said. He thought a moment and then recited it: "To Dolores, my queen! Beauty like hers has never been seen!" They both laughed at his improvised poetry. Then they both sipped their wine in response to the toast.
Dolores sighed after putting down her glass. She yawned dreamily. "I feel so mellow...." Her step-father put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned her head against him. Tenderly, he leaned down and kissed her golden hair. Without moving, she whispered, "Can you stand me so close?" She added, "That's why I wanted to shower...."
"Stand you?" His voice was low as he continued in a mock humorous tone. "It's sheer magic. Your fragrance of pure womanhood should be distilled and poured into delicate little vials. Then, it should be offered to discriminating patrons at no less than a king's ransom!" He kissed her hair again. This time his lips lingered longer. She could feel his hot breath close to her. She like the feeling. She snuggled against him. His arm pulled her even tighter to him.
"I feel as if I could just be here with you like this forever," she whispered sleepily. "I wish this moment would stay and never be over...."
He lifted her face to his and they looked into each other's eyes. He leaned down and fastened his lips onto her slightly opened mouth. They held the contact for a long time. She wanted to draw away, but somehow, she could not summon up the will to do so. He felt her fresh young breath fanning his cheek. Suddenly, he wanted her. More than he had ever wanted any other woman before. He held her even more tightly. His hands began caressing her back. Her hands moved in slightly smaller circles over and around his shoulders.
"I love you, Dolores." He had finally lifted his lips from her mouth. "I love you more than anything in this world...."
"I love you too," she whispered. Even as they talked, their hands never stopped. The caressing motions were arousing both of them. His hands roamed down her back further and further. They began caressing her firm buttocks. Dolores' own hands were also moving more freely. They locked lips again. They clung to one another. She turned, so her body was pressed against him. His cock was getting hard and she could feel it against her thighs.
Her mouth was open much wider now as they held their lengthy kiss. It seemed entirely natural for his tongue to ease between her lips. She welcomed the length of it and then offered him her own which she gently pushed into his mouth. They began slowly, with deliberate significance, to simulate the sex act orally. She began sucking and drawing his tongue as far as she could into her mouth.
At the same time, her hips began to move in suggestive circles against his now fully erect organ. His hands caressed the deep cleft between her ass. The smooth firmness of the young flesh under his fingers aroused him further. His tongue plunged deeper between her receptive lips.
His hands moved to her tits. Here, his eager fingers sought and found her nipple which was tensing and growing larger. Suddenly, Dolores drew back and her father had the terrifying thought that she was putting a stop to their lovemaking. But this was not so. Swiftly, she slipped her shoulders out of the binding fabric of her costume. Next, she tugged down until both her young tits were exposed before her father. He found it hard to believe the beauty of the girl. Her tits were so rich and full. The nipples were pink and they had a rosy glow. She held her shoulders higher in invitation to him. He didn't hold back. He lowered his mouth to the left nipple and took it in his lips.
He began gently sucking and kissing it. Her hands caressed his head as she pulled him even closer. His tongue began working around and around the firm nipple. When it was tensed, he darted his tongue to the other breast and repeated the kissing and sucking. Then, he alternated swiftly between the nipples, caressing each with his tongue.
"My golden goddess," he stopped his kissing to whisper into her ear, "how else can I show my love for you?" She remained silent. "I know," he whispered. "I'm going to kiss your entire body, starting at your toes and working up to your lovely hair!"
He began slipping her ballet costume off completely. She cooperated by lifting her lips and twisting so he could work more swiftly. Quickly, she was nude. He stared at her nakedness in admiration. Her long, richly curved legs and thighs....the gently curving hips, the smooth flat stomach and then up to the fully endowed breasts with the proud, rosy nipples.
Her step-father did as he had promised. His head moved down to her feet, and tenderly he began kissing her toes, one by one. He moved upward to her ankles, then the legs, the knees, the powerful thighs ... until his face reached her hairy cunt. It was a golden shade, but of a deeper hue than the hair on her head. His hungry mouth buried itself deeper into the silky, moist embrace Dolores made for him with her tightening thighs. She moved her body up and down, circularly for a few seconds, then up and down again, timing each of her movements perfectly to the movement of his tongue.
Wild, incredible sensations raced through Dolores' body as her father's driving tongue strained, pointed and swept deeper and deeper. Then she felt something new. Her step-father was gently biting and sucking at her vagina, keeping a perfect tempo with his daughter's undulating hips.
Then for the first time in her young life, Dolores climaxed. Her fiery womanhood gushed forth to be eagerly absorbed by her step-father's hungry tongue and mouth. Then and only then did he release her. "You're mine now, Dolores," he whispered to her. "You're mine forever...."
This was only the beginning of their love affair. Both were impatient for their next episode of lovemaking. The opportunity arose one week later when Dolores was due at her drama class to be readied for the performance that night. Seena was busy seeing to all the preparations for a supper party she was giving for a small group of friends who were to attend the recital afterward. Seena asked her husband to drive Dolores to her class and leave her there. She could have a light snack with the other performers. After the performance, they would treat her to a real celebration.
Dolores was a bit puzzled over her father's behavior. He drove as if pursued by bandits. She studied him uneasily as he roared around the corners at a speed far in excess of the posted limit. He swung the car sharply into an abandoned used car lot and then turned off the ignition key. He found her young lips waiting for his kiss. Hungrily, they locked together, whispering the age-old words of all lovers.
Time was short but he made every second count. "I have to kiss your body just once before we go," he told his daughter.
"Right out here?" She was dubious. It was daylight. There was traffic moving on the street behind them.
"Trust me," he whispered. Gently, he forced her back against the door on her side. Then, he turned her hips so that she faced toward him. He lifted her short skirt back and worked off her sheer panties. She was not wearing hose and only the golden glow of her lovely calves and thighs served as enhancement for her limbs. He dropped his face down to her thighs and she opened them wider so that he could gain entry with his tongue and lips. Avidly, he sucked and kissed at her body. The excitement of the forbidden act under such dangerous conditions was a great stimulus. In a remarkably short time, she had achieved her climax. The entire adventure took them less than fifteen minutes and they reached the school on time.
The performance that evening was most successful. Everyone there was impressed with the poise and confidence of young Dolores. The sixteen-year-old girl gave the impression of being a full-fledged professional. When her father kissed her after the final curtain, as all were exchanging congratulations backstage, she whispered into his ear.
"I performed for you alone...."
They were able to share only brief touches and kisses for the next several days. Then a great opportunity arose. Seena was flying to New York to represent her sorority. The session would last three full days and this left the two lovers-Dolores and her father-in a perfect position to enjoy their love affair.
Seena was driven to the airport to catch the flight which departed at six o'clock in the morning. Once the plane was in the air and headed east, her husband hurried back to his car and sped homeward. He found the family just awakening which was precisely how he wanted it. He got Dolores to one side and whispered his plan in her ear: "At ten in the morning, tell your teacher you have severe stomach cramps. They'll phone me at work and I'll come by to pick you up to check with a doctor. "We'll come back here. The girls will all be at school and the house will be ours!"
It all fell into place as planned. Dolores played her role convincingly. Her father was told over the phone to come and get his daughter. The teacher thought it might be appendicitis. Dolores' step-father knew her appendic had been removed when she was four.
She was tenderly led to the car by her step-father and he carefully drove in the direction of town. As soon as they were out of sight of the school, he sped toward their house. He drove the car directly into the garage and a door led from the garage to the kitchen. No neighboring eyes could see the two when they got out of the car.
"Let's use your bedroom," Dolores said. Her color was high. She was excited at the prospect of uninterrupted hours with her lover. The other girls wouldn't return from their classes until two in the afternoon. Her father quickly accepted Dolores' proposal and they hurried toward the bedroom.
Hand in hand, like two young lovers, they bounded up the stairs. At the door, the father suddenly stopped. Dolores was puzzled until her father explained, "I want to carry you across the threshold. You know, just as if we were married!" He swooped her firm, strong body up in his arms and suited the action to the words. Inside the bedroom, he put her down and they clung to each other in a passionate embrace.
"I'm so jealous of Mother," Dolores whispered. "She gets you every night!"
"But she never gets me like you do," her father assured her. "I give you more love in one minute than I give her in a whole night!"
He began undressing her and urgently she began taking his clothes off. Soon they stood nude, facing one another. The golden young girl and her step-father. But he was in fair shape for a man his age and the girl was so infatuated with him that she saw only what she wished to see.
He kissed her lips again and again, and then his mouth dropped to her magnificent breasts where he kissed each rosy nipple. He began to lower his head to her loins, but she held him back. Puzzled, he looked at her.
"I want to dance for you," she said. She led him to the big bed and gently pushed him onto it. Then she moved to the center of the room and with dramatic deliberateness she began to dance.
She swirled, dipped, twirled and undulated with such grace that her father was held spellbound in admiration. By the time she had bowed in the finale, she was overcome with her sensuous charm. His penis was throbbing for relief. He moved to her side and swiftly led her back to the bed.
His hungry lips kissed her hair, her cheeks, her mouth, her nipples, her navel and then sought her vulva which became the focal point for his passion. His tongue probed deep into her body and she moaned and groaned in ecstasy. Just as she was ready to climax, he lifted his face and she opened her eyes to discover what might have gone wrong.
All was well. He was merely changing position so that they were now in the sixty-nine posture. She knew what to do with the hard cock that throbbed before her. Her full young lips tenderly kissed the end of it. Then she began working her mouth around the rigid organ as skillfully as though she had been doing it all her life.
Dolores experienced three orgams before her father ejaculated in a great throbbing spasm. He tried to pull back to avoid having his daughter swallow his sperm. But he reckoned without her instensity. She refused to let him escape and her ravenous young mouth eagerly swallowed his entire output.
The two lay together for a long time afterward, whispering and talking. The intensity of their feeling was soon evident. Within minutes, the father found his penis again stiffening into full erection. In their entire married life, his wife had never been able to create such passion within him. He commented on this to Dolores and she revealed her own feelings on the matter.
"It's because I'm your real wife," she kissed him tenderly. "Legally, you're married to Mother but you belong to me."
Once more, to prove the validity of her words, they engaged in their love action. The strangest part of the entire affair now came about. Dolores, who had never participated nor read of fellation in all her life until this day, instinctively followed the approved pattern of the art of fellatio as first set forth more than five hundred years ago in the Kama Sutra of Batsyayana.
Dolores gently held her father's penis in her soft hands and lifted it to her lips. Now, she began to caress the tip delicately with her mouth. She pursued this engaging action for several seconds.
In the meantime, her father had worked his tongue up into her vagina and was again darting it in and out in the simulation of sex. All this prompted Dolores to an instinctive and startling movement. She now held the head of the penis completely covered with one hand. Then she bit roughly at the hard stem. Quickly, she kissed it to show that the bite had been one of love, not anger.
Now, she worked the hardened organ into her eager young mouth. She closed her lips down tightly, then pulled back sharply-almost as if attempting to jerk the organ from her father's body. He reacted passionately to her violence. His own tongue renewed its probing within Dolores' loins and this fanned their passion higher.
Dolores worked her father's organ deeper into her mouth. Now, she began blowing on it with her hot breath. She rested a moment, then took the thick stem of her father's organ in her hand. Slowly, slowly, she began squeezing it. She increased the pressure as the hardened penis throbbed. Then she placed her strong teeth on the swollen tip and again bit it passionately.
Her father groaned pleasurably at the inspired lovemaking of the young girl's instinctive and imaginative techniques. In quick, fluttering movements, her agile tongue sparked even more response from the male organ. Her supple, moist tongue flitted and licked back and forth across the enlarged head. She absorbed half the length of the penis in her mouth and continued to caress it with her tongue. At the same time she began to suck it with all her strength. Her step-father was astonished at the sexual skills he hadn't dreamed she possessed.
Not to be outdone by the girl's mastery, her father revealed his own skill. He ceased his tongue-wiggling inside her vagina, and covered the entire apeture with the lips. He began sucking with great force. Then he reversed the method. He began blowing his hot breath up inside Dolores.
Then he gave the girl yet another thrill. His long, darting tongue moved from her vagina around to her anal opening. Slowly, with insinuating little thrusts, his tongue began to slide into her anus. Further and further, it went. She responded by tightening her rectal muscles, clamping down on her father's tongue and then releasing it. Soon, his enture tongue was working smoothly in and out of the throbbing opening.
Dolores released her father's penis from her mouth and she, in turn, let her own tongue seek out his anal cavity. With consummate skill, she began duplicating his tongue action and they worked diligently at gratifying one another as they twisted and turned in passion.
The ultimate pleasure was a return to the fellatio-cunnilingus method, and Dolores climaxed three times before her father attained his own orgasm. They lay utterly depleted, locked together as they relaxed in order to regain their strength. They were both determined to savor this precious interlude to the fullest.
Finally, hand in hand, as naked as the day they were born, they went downstairs to the kitchen. They could not bear to be apart and they clung together even as they opened the refrigerator door to prepare a snack. Cooking anything was out of the question. That would have interfered with their lovemaking.
They compromised on sandwiches. They were so in love now that their every act was linked in some way to the sexuality that they had suddenly found with each other.
"Would you like some sort of sauce on your sandwich?" Dolores asked.
"It could stand a bit of spicing up," her father answered. He took his sandwich and moved it down to her vagina. He didn't have to ask her to open wider. She knew what he meant. He thrust the sandwich up into the moist aperture and then let it absorb her female lubrication. After a few seconds, he pulled it out and hungrily ate the part that had been moistened. He repeated the process until he had eaten the entire sandwich.
Dolores played her part. She decided she wanted mustard on her sandwich. The "utensil" she used for dipping the mustard onto the bread was her father's half-hardened penis. To make sure she got all the mustard possible, she licked his organ completely clean of the condiment when she had finished applying the mustard to the sandwich. They both laughed at their inventiveness.
"Wonder what mother would say if she could see us," Dolores said.
"We've got to be awfully careful," he said, shaking his head. "Nobody must ever even suspect we're lovers."
"It's none of their business," Dolores said firmly. We belong to each other and that's all that counts!"
"I wish it were that simple," her father said. "But it isn't. People have some Strang feelings about love between daughter and step-father. They think it's wrong."
"It isn't!" Dolores set her strong young chin determinedly. "I can't think of how any love could be more natural than ours."
"It's natural to you and me," her step-father agreed. "But the world would not accept it." He paused. "We've got to be sensible about it. We can have our love, but we must keep it our secret. If anyone discovers what's going on between us, it's prison for me. Our state is one of the worst when it comes to punishment for this sort of thing. Fifteen years, no more, no less!"
They did exert great care from that moment on. Their sex sessions were always planned with great caution. The conditions were set up so that the love act could be fully engaged in with no danger of outsiders growing suspicious. The family around them was in no way aware of what was taking place. Dolores' mother, Seena, was usually so preoccupied with her social schedule, that she was unaware of the few rare slips the two lovers made.
For some reason, the step-father was obsessed with the silky cheeks of his daughter's buttocks. He played his tongue and lips over her anal area. He decided he would enter her rectum with his cock. Dolores, overeager to please her lover, quickly adopted a hands and knees position to permit his easy entry.
Her father found the anal opening tight and he lubricated it with his tongue and lips. Then he worked the head of his cock around and around. He decided he needed even more lubrication. He told Dolores he would insert his organ into her vagina to get it coated. Then he would be able to accomplish the desired anal entry.
He found her fiery young vagina delightful. It was the first time he had actually put his cock into it. He let it work back and forth for several seconds. Then when he felt he was about to have his climax, he quickly removed it and thrust it into Dolores' anal cavity. Thanks to the lubrication from the vagina, he was able to enter. After only a few powerful thrusts, his manhood spurted violently into the girl's rectum.
Dolores and her father were unaware of one unfortunate fact. In the passionate preliminary, one single drop of his sperm had penetrated into Dolores' vagina. It was enough. She missed her period, but dismissed it without too much concern. But when she missed a second, she grew worried. Her step-father felt she was merely delayed. After all, as far as he knew, he had never completed the sex act with her in the fashion necessary for conception.
Too late, Dolores learned that she was indeed pregnant. Her doctor, a woman and a dedicated person, refused to countenance the thought of an abortion. Dolores and her father pleaded in vain. The doctor only advised that the man responsible for the pregnancy should be made aware of it.
"Dolores," the doctor persisted, "you've got to tell who the father of your child is. Once we learn the boy's name, then we can go to him and I know he'll marry you! But I refuse to perform an abortion."
Slowly, the father revealed that there was no boy involved. He broke down and confessed he had made love to his own step-daughter. Shocked, but understanding, the doctor finally agreed to go through with the abortion. The operation was a success, but a nurse, who had assisted at the operation, told the story to her husband. The news spread, and the woman physician was indicted.
Seena, stunned at the terrible revelation, placed the full blame on her husband. She sued for divorce and was granted one ... for "mental cruelty." Dolores remained in the custody of her mother.
A short time later, Dolores was successful in obtaining a job with one of the touring show companies. The chance to travel and work in her chosen profession was therapeutic and she slowly began to adjust to normal living. There is little reason to think that she will not ultimately be capable of a full and normal marriage relationship with the right young man.
The father subsequently re-married; his second wife was much younger than he, and perhaps not surprisingly, she strongly resembled Dolores.
CHAPTER SIX
I remember I was almost twelve years old, one man recalled during an interview, when my aunt Lena came to live with us. She was my mother's sister who'd been living back East, come out to Frisco for a visit. She was a few years older than my mother, in her mid-thirties I guess, not bad looking but obviously heading toward spinsterhood. I didn't think about it then, but now I had the feeling that she didn't date much and probably she never had a man-sexually, I mean.
As for me, I was getting pretty damned sexy. I had my pecker in my hand at least once a day, jerking off, like I'd been going for at least six months. Most times I'd do it in the bathroom, where I could pull off into a piece of toilet paper and flush the evidence down the drain right away. If my parents suspected what I was doing in there so long, they didn't say anything. I think they thought I had a couple more years before puberty and wasn't interested in sex.
I never asked them any questions about sex. I got all my information from older boys. Some of them even had pictures which showed a girl with her titties bare and her legs open so I could see the hole up between her legs. The hole was called a "snatch" the older boys informed me with their advanced knowledge, and that's the place a guy shoved his pecker when it got stiff. I wanted to get some pictures like that for my own, but nobody seemed to know where to get them. I wanted to borrow them, too, but the boys that had them wouldn't let them out of their sight. Not that I blamed them. Every time I looked at them, my pecker got stiff and hard. So when I got into the bathroom, I'd close my eyes and concentrate to remember all the details of the pictures.
Except one time I forgot to lock the door, and Aunt Lena walked in. I was really going to town. My pecker was up good and hard and my fist was busy jerking it up and down, and at first I didn't realize the door had opened. Then I opened my eyes and saw the woman standing there, staring at me-not at me, exactly, but at part of me, the stiff pecker standing up in front of me, throbbing in my hand. Quickly, I put my other hand over in front of it to hide what I was doing, and that seemed to break her trance. She moved away with an apology and closed the door behind her.
A cold sweat broke out on my body. Suppose Aunt Lena told my parents what I was doing. I didn't mind being punished, really, but they might keep a close eye on me to see that I didn't keep doing it. And I sure as hell wanted to keep pulling my pecker, because I enjoyed it so much. I was completely out of the mood now, but I delayed going out of the bathroom, afraid of what I'd have to face out in the house. I knew I should keep jerking off, or else I'd have cramps, but the bathroom door was still unlocked and I half-expected my father to come barging in to give me hell.
Instead, I just got up, pulled up my underwear and my trousers and flushed the toilet. My pecker was still stiff under my clothes, and the bulge stood out. I washed my face and hands a couple of times until the stiffness went down. But when I went outside the bathroom, nobody said anything about what had happened, so I guessed Aunt Lena had been too embarrassed to mention what she'd seen. Then, my aunt was so calm and so friendly, I began to wonder if she'd seen anything at all-except me sitting on the toilet seat. Thinking that, I began to feel much better about it all.
It was after dinner, while we were all sitting in the living room watching television that I began wishing that Aunt Lena had actually seen me jerking off my pecker. There was something incredibly sexy about having a female watch you do it. I remember when I was younger, the boys and the girls used to show each other what they had, but while it seemed naughty, it wasn't really stimulating. Now that we were older and knew what it was all about, the girls wouldn't do it anymore. A couple of the boys had sisters, and they delighted in telling us how they'd peek in on their sisters while the girls were undressing or taking a bath. I envied them, and I wished I had a sister I could see naked. The thought of that made my pecker start up again, and I had to cross my legs to keep the bulge in my trousers from showing.
I tried to think of something else. The television program was dull, but my parents were sitting on the couch watching it. Across from me, my aunt Lena was sitting in a chair, reading a magazine. Her skirt was pulled up above her knees, and it was the first time I'd noticed that she had legs at all, and very shapely legs at that. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. Her bare legs fascinated me, and I began wondering how it would feel to take out my pecker and inch it up along those legs, forcing them apart, and shoving myself up deeper along her thighs to the spot where her snatch was.
Well, you can imagine what effect those thoughts did to my pecker. Before I knew it, it had gotten stiff again, and it was pressing and throbbing against the cloth of my underwear and trousers, and I was afraid I was going to let go any second. I looked up guiltily, but Aunt Lena was engrossed in her magazine and paying me no attention. My parents were still watching the television program. When I looked back at Aunt Lena, I noticed a subtle change in her-her legs were spread, ever so slightly.
I caught my breath and stared. I wet my lips. I could feel my heart pound wildly. I could see right up between her legs, along the white thighs, straight into her crotch, where her white panties were snuggled right into the crack of her cunt. I could even see wisps of pubic hair around the edges of the thin panties.
I started trembling, and I was afraid I was going to come right then and there in front of everybody. Then I got the shock of my life. Aunt Lena looked up from her magazine, smiled at me, and opened her legs even wider!
I could see everything she had. Sure, she was wearing panties, but they were pulled tight into her crotch, and when she spread her legs they pulled even tighter over the crack, outlining it in exquisite detail, and some wiry black pubic hairs sprang out along either side.
It was a lost cause trying to hold back then. I was already too far gone, and the sight of that crotch was too much for me. I groaned as my stiff pecker lurched up against my trousers and began throbbing and spurting away like crazy. My father hadn't noticed, but my mother asked me if I was okay, and I gave her a big smile and said yes. When I looked back at Aunt Lena, her legs had moved together and she was intent on her magazine. Funny. I could have sworn she'd opened her legs on purpose so I could see right up into her crotch. But I couldn't figure out why a nice woman like her, and a relative of mine as well, would do something like that. After awhile, I decided the exposure had been accidental.
Meanwhile, I had a soggy set of underwear to contend with. I waited until my pecker had gone down, then got up and walked hurriedly into the bathroom. The front of my trousers were starting to show the wetness, so after I'd mopped up the mess with some toilet paper, I went into my bedroom and changed.
Nothing much happened the rest of the evening, but when I was in bed that night, I started playing with myself and thinking about the glorious sight I'd seen. Needless to say, my pecker went up stiff and hard while I envisioned Aunt Lena sitting opposite me with her legs wide, showing me the insides of her legs and her pantied crotch, with her hair and cunt outlined like it was etched on the cloth....
My father worked during the daytime, which was when my mother liked to do her shopping. I made a third discovery the next day when I went home during the noon hour for the school lunch I'd forgotten to take with me that morning-Aunt Lena liked to sleep late. I let myself in the house and walked through, looking for signs of life. I found more than I was looking for in the den, where Aunt Lena was stretched out asleep on top of the rollaway bed, with her nightgown pulled up around her waist and he naked legs spread.
I stopped dead in the hallway, and just stared. Her hair was played out over the pillow, and her eyes were closed. Her breasts rose and fell under the skimpy covering as she breathed. But it was down between her legs that held my attention. Underneath the black hair I could see on her what I'd seen on those pictures the boys had shown me-her cunt, which looked like a giant pair of lips between her legs. I remembered thinking how nice it would be to kiss those lips.
That thought shook me out of my trance, and I realized that my pecker was up good and hard. I held my breath and wondered if I dared jerk off in front of Aunt Lena while she was asleep. I knew I sure as hell wanted to. I also knew that another opportunity like this might not come again very soon, if at all.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I unzipped my fly and took out my pecker and began pulling on it. It got bigger and harder than I'd ever remembered, and I was really enjoying it. Hell, those other guys just had a picture to look at-I had me a real live woman! The fact that she was an aunt of mine didn't bother me. Like I said, she'd been living back East all this time, so it was as though she was a stranger.
So there I was in the doorway to the den, pounding away on my stiff pecker while I stared at Aunt Lena's wide-open cunt. Then I glanced up at her face to make sure she wasn't waking up-and suddenly her eyes were wide open, and she was smiling at me!
My pecker was stiff and throbbing so much it didn't register at first in my brain. Then, I stopped, embarrassed, and fumbled with my fly, wondering what in the devil I could say to explain what I was doing. But Aunt Lena only began laughing and motioning me to come into the room. She didn't even try to put her legs together or cover herself up.
Suddenly her voice penetrated my numb brain. She told me not to be embarrassed that she understood how I felt. She said I was getting to be quite a man and she was pleased that I found her so attractive.
"You do think I'm attractive, don't you?" she asked me.
I nodded, gulped, and found my voice. "Yes," I told her. I tried not to look at that spot between her legs, but my eyes kept being drawn to it.
She said, "Then come over here and get a better look at it."
Like someone in a hypnotic trance, I moved into the den toward the bed. It was funny. I still had my fly open, and my pecker was still standing up stiff and hard in front of me. Aunt Lena patted the mattress beside her and told me to sit down. I sat down. She asked me if I'd ever seen a woman like that before, and I told her no, only in pictures. She asked me if I'd like to see all of her, and I nodded. That's when she lifted her nightgown up over her head, took it off, and threw it aside.
Her breasts were small, like apples, and they juggled when she moved. I stared at them, and she asked me if I'd like to suck on them. Before I could answer, she took my head in her hands and guided me toward her breasts. My heart was pounding like crazy, and I couldn't think straight. My mouth opened and took in one of her nipples, which got hard and stiff, like a little pecker, inside my mouth. Aunt Lena kept moaning and stroking the back of my head and neck. After awhile she pushed me away and asked me if I thought she had nice breasts. I said yes. She smiled and asked me if I thought she had a nice cunt, and I hesitated but said yes. It surprised me that she's use the word "cunt" like that, but that's just what she said.
Then she surprised me again by asking me if I'd like to kiss her pretty cunt. I guess I just stared at her for a minute, wondering if I'd heard correctly. Then she laughed and said that she had lips down there between her legs that were very nice for kissing. I'd noticed they looked something like lips, but I'd never thought of actually kissing them. The whole conversation was pretty embarrassing, and I stammered a lot, not knowing what to say to her.
"Is there something else you'd like to do to me?" she asked.
I nodded and said, "I'd like to stick my pecker up inside you." I was surprised how easy it was to say-just like that.
She grabbed me and hugged me. She said she'd like nothing better, but it wouldn't be right because she was my aunt and I was her nephew. Besides, she said, she might get pregnant, and she couldn't have that. Disappointment must've shown on my face, because she said she could do something even better to me.
She made me stretch out on the bed beside her, and she turned her body around so she was facing my stiff pecker. She took my pecker in one hand and caressed it, while the other hand gently massaged my balls. She said I was a real big boy, and someday I'd make a girl of my own scream her head off with pleasure.
Well, right then and there I wanted to scream my own head off with pleasure. I'd never had anybody take hold of my pecker and work it over, and I knew then I'd been missing plenty. It was standing up so straight and still and throbbing away like crazy I thought I'd raise right up off the bed.
As I watched, Aunt Lena's head got closer and closer to the tip of my pecker. She wet her lips, and I held my breath as her tongue almost touched the end of it. Then she edged closer and planted a wet kiss right on the top. A shudder ran up and down my body, and I wanted desperately for her to do it again. An instant later, she did it again, with the same results. Right on the tip of my pecker, a few drops of moisture had collected around the hole, and her tongue slide out from between her lips and touched the moisture, licking j it up.
It was an experience I'll never forget. I still have wet dreams about it sometimes.
I thought even then that she was purposely trying to get me very excited. And she was succeeding, you can be sure of that. She started nibbling on the end of my pecker, using her sharp teeth to nip at me like a hungry animal. Then she opened up her mouth wide and took the end of it between her lips and began sucking on it. I began trembling all over, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. But I wanted it to last longer, so I tried my best to hold off:
She moved her body across mine, forcing me flat on my back, while her mouth opened up and swallowed all of my pecker, right down to the balls which she played with in her hand. Her head moved up and down, up and down on me, with her lips pressed tightly all around the shaft of my pecker. It was the sexiest thing that could ever happed to me, I thought. And I was sure of it when I noticed that with her legs straddling my face, her cunt was suspended just a few inches above my nose.
I stared at her cunt wonderingly for a moment. I'd never expected to see one up so close, and I was surprised to see that the quivering, moist folds of flesh still resembled a pair of lips. I recalled her asking me if I wanted to kiss them-and now, suddenly, I had the urge to do just that.
I reached up to grasp her buttocks and raised my head slightly to plant a wet kiss on those hairy lips. It tasted funny, sort of damp and salty-but very pleasant. And her body shuddered with the contact. Her lips left my pecker long enough for her to gasp, "That's it! Do it again! Kiss it! Lick it! Stick your tongue deep inside me!"
She was giving me such a good time I couldn't refuse if I'd wanted to. And I didn't want to. I had the feeling that I was going through an experience denied most boys, something that might never happen again, and I wanted to make the most of the moment.
So I kissed her there between her legs. I licked her cunt. I stuck my tongue deep inside her. She began shuddering and rolling around on top of me so much I had to hold onto her to keep her steady. And I felt myself coming, big and strong, the way I usually felt it coming from way down deep inside me sometimes when I hadn't masturbated in a couple of days. She took her mouth off me just before I began spurting, but her lips worked all up and down the length of my pecker while it throbbed and shot streams of white stuff all over the bed.
When it was over, I just collapsed, tired but happy, on the bed, hoping none of the stuff had gotten on my trousers. Aunt Lena rolled off me and sat up on the bed. She smiled and patted my limp pecker and asked me if I'd enjoyed it. I said yes, but I was beginning to feel a little-well, strange, about what had happened. Way back in my mind I'd been thinking, wow, wouldn't it be swell to tell the other guys about it. Then I knew they wouldn't believe me. After all, how come it hadn't happened to them, since they had aunts and other relatives who lived with them?
I knew I couldn't tell them anyway, because Aunt Lena started warning me not to-not to tell anybody, not my best friends, and especially not my father or my mother. They wouldn't understand, as she said. I wasn't sure I did. I had a few feelings of guilt, but my excitement had overwhelmed them; not the feeling returned, and there was no passion to cloud the obvious fact that what Aunt Lena and I had done was very wrong.
Wrong or not, the man confided, "a stiff pecker, as the saying goes, hasn't any conscience. Needless to say, Aunt Lena and I did it again. There was many a lunch hour after that first session, when I ate something a hell of a lot more interesting than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." He chuckled. "Besides being nonfattening, Aunt Lena didn't stick to the roof of my mouth!"
Despite his obvious attempt to make light of the situation, it seemed clear that the man was troubled by his behavior, both when he was a boy experiencing the mouth-genital contacts and when he was telling of it. He recounted in some detail his further adventures with his aunt, which were repetitions, for the most part, of his intial encounter. He was at age twelve unconsciously aware of the Judeo-Christian taboo, not only against oral sexuality but against sexual behavior between relatives. His growing shame and guilt feelings were further strengthened by his aunt's understandable insistence on secrecy.
Authorities in the field, among them the Indiana University Institute for Sex research, have noted that in the case of sex offences involving minors, secrecy depends largely upon the ability of the minor to keep quiet about the sexual escapade, especially if the behavior is a one-time affair or if it is repeated infrequently. If the sexual behavior is repeated often, this of course increases chances of discovery by someone not participating in the act.
In the present case history, the subject, though racked by feelings of guilt and shame, managed to subdue these feelings before the onslaught of his passion. After all, he wasn't supposed to masturbate either, but he wasn't giving that up. However, he and his Aunt Lena performed their sexual feats once too often.
My mother was out shopping again, he recalled. As for my father, he never, never, NEVER came home during the daytime-except this one time. Aunt Lena was having her period, so I couldn't kiss her down there, but she was doing it to me. I was lying on her rollaway bed with my fly unzipped and my stiff pecker sticking up inside her mouth. She'd taken off her blouse and bra, and her breasts were hanging free, because once in a while she'd stop sucking on me and bend over to drag her nipples across my pecker, which made me even more excited.
I got a big kick out of watching her lick me all over and take my pecker in her mouth. Sometimes she'd have my pecker in her mouth and use her tongue to push it from one side of her mouth to the other, so her cheeks would alternately bulge on one side and then the other. Once I laughed and told her she looked like a squirrel I'd seen at the zoo. I remember she laughed back at me and said if I didn't behave myself she'd really act like a squirrel and eat up my nuts. I didn't understand that at first. Then I remembered some of the guys referred to their balls as nuts, and I laughed too.
I was about to tell her again that she looked like a squirrel, so I could hear the joke once more-when I looked up in the doorway and saw my father standing there, a look of complete astonishment and disbelief on his white face.
It was the end of the world. I knew that for sure. I panicked. I tried to push Aunt Lena's head away, but she thought I was playing and she held onto my thrashing hips and sucked harder on my pecker. I kept crying out, "No, no, no!" When her eyes glanced up at me, I pointed and managed to say in a horse voice, "My father!"
She got the message. Fear veiled her eyes, her mouth left me, and she stood up, trying to cover her naked breasts as she turned. When she moved, so did my father. By the time she'd turned completely, he was in front of her, his face a mask of fury. His clenched fist leaped out and struck her full on the face. She uttered an outcry and staggered backwards, crashing into the wall, but before she could fall to the floor, my father was in front of her again, fists leaping out to hit her-in the face, on the breasts, in the stomach. Once, he raised his foot and kicked her between her legs.
And all the while he was calling her names-a filthy, rotten slut pervert, a monster doing someting like that to an innocent child.
I watched, horrified, as Aunt Lena's face spurted blood, as her pretty little nose twisted, as her lips became bruised. I leaped up and tried to stop him, but he shoved me aside roughly. If my mother hadn't arrived a few seconds before the police, summoned by the neighbors, I think my father would have killed the poor woman.
The aunt's face was disfigured and several bones in her body were broken. The bones healed, but inadequate plastic surgery failed to cover the scars inflicted on her by the irate father. The woman also was indicted on charges of committing an illegal sexual act and contributing to the delinquency of a minor. The father was still angry, but the mother feared the publicity that would ensue, with the result that the charges were finally dropped, although the judge did suggest that perhaps Aunt Lena should consult a competent psychiatrist.
"I felt it was partly my fault," the man said during the interview, "so I refused to testify against her, even though my father threatened to beat me if I didn't. My mother was pretty shocked by what had happened, too-but after all, the woman was her own sister, so she persuaded my father that Aunt Lena had received enough punishment."
Whether or not the punishment was suitable to the crime is not for us to say here, even though a crime was obviously committed. Nevertheless, the man interviewed seemed little the worse for wear as a result of his early experience in oral sex with an older woman. Admittedly, it did influence his sexual preferences, for the main portion of his erotic behavior is and has been centered about oral-genital contacts, either as an end in itself or as a highly important preliminary to vaginal intercourse.
It is interesting to note that the father came from a low socio-economic family, while his wife was raised in a higher income group which in general is more sexually permissive, which explains in part their particular attitudes toward what happened. While some ambicalence is evident in their son, it is fortunate for him that he made a suitable psychological adjustment.
CHAPTER SEVEN SISTER & STEPBROTHER
Historical data concerning Dorothy K., was passed from one psychiatrist to another over a period of more than five years. By the time she sought help-when she was in her late thirties-she had become a difficult and embittered person. Although her face was badly mutilated from a vicious beating, she refused to submit to plastic surgery. She seemed to accept her misfortune and wore it as a kind of "hair shirt." She had sinned and would accept her punishment.
She was beyond therapeutic assistance. If she didn't dismiss a psychiatrist on her own decision, it was the psychiatrist who rejected her. She not only refused to cooperate, but was continually abusive and hateful. She was impossible to communicate with.
The action that precipitated her psychiatric treatment resulted from her romantic breakup with
"the only person I ever loved." The fact that the person was a girl and that her step-brother nearly killed her was a secondary impetus in her plea for help. Dorothy was a successful New York model agent, and a self-confessed lesbian. Her tortuous path led from a farm in a remote area of Nebraska to a penthouse. The journey was long and trying.
Dorothy didn't recall her parents. They were killed in an automobile accident when she was three. She was reared on a farm by her step-brother's sister and mother. Dorothy had no conception of lesbianism until years later, but when the revelation finally occurred, she was convinced that her Aunt Bertha was a lesbian herself. Her Aunt's lifelong friend, Ruth, was obviously a lover as well as companion. Although the older woman surely influenced Dorothy's outward appearance in mannerisms and speech, there was never anything in her aunt's behavior to indicate perversity or sin. The chaos that finally came to the farm was cauded by Dorothy when she was an adolescent. Dorothy's account of her story was recorded and transcribed:
"Aunt Bertha and Ruth were simple people, but very kind. Perhaps they should have made me continue school, but they didn't. When I was fourteen, I dropped out. I felt at home on the farm but not in town. I was constantly the brunt of jokes and teasing. I was pretty with my ash blonde hair, and creamy complexion, but how would anyone know? I wore boy's clothes and must have swaggered like a longshoreman. I was merely emulating my guardians. Anyway-I was happy again when I could work next to my loved ones, and associate with my animal menagerie. I felt this was where I belonged, and had every intention of remaining there. But then my step brother Jim came along, and everything went wrong.
"Jim was the fifteen-year-old and he also spent the summer on the farm the year I quit school. I was glad for the company, and despite a fierce competition that developed between us, I suppose I became a little smitted with the handsome lad. At first I wanted to prove the supremacy of women over men, and managed to out work, out lift, and even outrun Jim at every opportunity, but then I discovered that he could do certain things I would never be able to do. From then on, all contests were cancelled.
"One hot afternoon following a day of digging potatoes, Jim and I went down for a swim in the river. I was rather modest at the prospect of undressing in front of him,, but this didn't spoil the opportunity I had been waiting for for more than a week. I caught a glimpse of his penis one other time, but just a glimpse. I saw the limp length of flesh flop out of his shorts as he was pulling on his pants in our bedroom. He tucked it away, but the picture was locked in my mind. Until that moment I had never seen this part of a boy's anatomy.
"So that day at the river, I was determined to get a full view of every secret he had. With this in my mind I swallowed every inhibition and yanked off my jeans and blouse. When I saw that he had stopped to stare at me I jumped into the river and swam to the other side. Soon he was naked and diving in after me. We romped around, but not for long. I waded back to shore where I could get that all-important peek. I sat down on the soft grass and watched intently as he came splashing out of the water. As he ran. his penis flopped boldly from side to side and I was fascinated.
"What are you looking at?" he asked me, striking a pose just above me. "Ain't you ever seen a pecker before?"
"I shook my head. No-that was my first time.
"He laughed and cupped his hand under his testicles. He thrust his hips forward until his sex was close to my face. I moved back a bit, and tried to laugh with him. I didn't want to discourage him.
"Go ahead," he said, thrusting toward me again. "Touch it if you want to."
"I'd better not," I said bashfully.
"Aw come on," he said, reaching for my hand. He brought it up and put it around his soft skinned organ. "Nobody's gonna know."
"I held it, tested it, and squeezed it, and even now I recall my rapid heartbeat, my dry lips, the excitement that was already churning inside. But then I was startled. As I grapsed it, the thing started to grow in my hand. What had been soft and cool now was becoming hard and hot. The red, diamond shaped head of it began to emerge from its skin. I wanted to run, but I couldn't. It was almost as though my hand were joined to him involuntarily. "My God," I cried. "It's alive."
"My hand came away finally, and he replaced my hand with his own. "Look." he said grunting, and looking at me strangely. "I'll show you something." He began to pump away at the bone hard penis with his legs slightly bent, and his hips thrust forward. I sat there dumbly. Everything about this was a mystery to me. I had seen animals busy at sex, but I didn't connect that with anything human. And this thing he was doing. This had me completely baffled. But if I was starded up until then, I was dumbfounded by the eventual outcome. With his body convulsing in a spastic lurch he gave the bone a final squeeze. A jet of milky hot liquid shot into my face. I cried out wiping the clinging substance from my cheek. Jim? He laughed like a lunatic. This was his idea of a joke.
"That was all that first time, but after dinner, I was no longer mad. Jim and I shared a bedroom, which wasn't very bright of my aunt, and that night after waiting until it was very late, he crawled into my bed. In the darkness I took advantage of my freedom. I found his wonderful organ, and tried to do what he had done before. Jim stopped me though. He whispered that I should put it in my mouth. I didn't even question the order, because his hands were squeezing my budding breasts and I was hot. I sucked the throbbing head as though it were giving me my very life. He put a finger inside my vagina, and this blinded me with passion. I was thankful when he ejaculated into my mouth. I was only a child, and a naive one at that, but I didn't falter a moment as I accepted the massive spurt of semen. I swallowed every drop that was given.
"I still hadn't experienced orgasm, and had no idea how to achieve it. But as Jim's hand felt and probed into my sex, I reacted to an occasional contact. Now, with his orgasm out of the way I could pay attention to myself. When his fingers reached that all important spot, I clutched his hand. "There!" I gasped. "Right there-keep rubbing-don't stop!"
"In moments I came, and I recall how the small bed creaked as my hungry hips churned up and down in orgasm. It was a miracle my aunt and Ruth didn't wake up, but they didn't. They didn't that night or any other. The subsequent nights were even more active, because it was only a day later that we discovered full-fledged sex. It was sometime in August when my dizzy spells began. This led to an eventual doctor's appointment, and his report was devastating. You guessed it-I was pregnant.
"Jim was due to return to Michigan to school, but Ruth cornered him and a few changes were made. Instead of going to school Jim would stay right there on the farm. He was forcibly recruited as my husband.
"It was fun at first, I won't deny it. We made the most of our marriage, but what chance did we have? Within a year Jim had learned how to drink, and along with that he learned how to dole out abuse. He hated his aunt, he hated my aunt, and he soon convinced me that he thoroughly hated me. Jim was no longer a boy. He was a man, a very ugly man.
"I withdrew from the constant wrangling myself. I let Jim curse and hit me, and was almost relieved when he turned his brutality on the older women. When he was mad at them he was almost kind to me. But the situation was becoming hopeless, and I knew it. The climax came in the week of our second year anniversary. By this time our little girl was a year-and-a-half.
Jim had been in town drinking and gambling, and he woke us up late in the night. I heard the commotion and went out to see what was happening. He wanted more money to return to his game, but Bertha and Ruth were refusing him.
"I tried to pull Jim off his aunt, but he knocked me across the room. I was sitting helplessly on the floor as he hit Bertha and then Ruth with a poker. I lunged for him again, and we fought bitterly, knocking over the table. Before we were aware of it, the kerosene lamp had ignited the hook rug. By the time we were able to react the entire room was enveloped in flames. I was helping Bertha to her feet when I remembered the baby. I tried to run into the bedroom, but it was too late. I must have panicked, I guess. I was torn in so many directions. As it turned out, I wasn't able to save anybody but myself. I have no memory of anything that happened. I only know how it turned out."
It didn't turn out well for Dorothy. She fell into catatonia. She lost everyone she loved, her aunt, Ruth, and her baby. Only Jim survived, and he had convinced the authorities that the fire was an accident.
Dorothy spent a year in a mental institution, and when she was released, she was remanded to Jim's custody. Her life at the new farm house was even worse than at the institution. She was Jim's slave. She remained docile until she was given one beating too many. In a wild reaction she used the same poker she had seem Jim use on her aunt. She struck him on the head, and thinking he was dead, calmly packed a suitcase. She took all the money she could find and hitchhiked to New York.
She roamed around New York until her money ran out, and then found a job washing dishes in a restaurant. She asked her boss for an advance against her salary and he attempted to make a pass at her. When she struck at him he called the police.
He accused her of stealing and she was ultimately jailed. This was the second man who had hurt her. Dorothy swore she would never trust another man as long as she lived.
In jail she met a prostitute who was very kind. Betty kept the other inmates away, and soon Dorothy discovered why. Betty was a lesbian. Dorothy submitted to this kind of love and was pleased with it. As dreary as it was in jail, she not only discovered a new friend, but an entirely new way of life. She went to Betty's apartment after her sentence, and when Betty was released they had a happy year of satisfactory lesbian love. Betty earned the living, Dorothy kept house.
Dorothy became very much aware of her growing restlessness, but she didn't know how to combat it. Instead of attempting to add new dimensions to her life by getting out more, she took the opposite course. She rarely left the apartment, and the longer she confined herself the more fearful of the outside world she became. It was this closed-in existence that led to her next pitfall.
"I've always been subject to fits of depression. Sometimes I'd withdraw for days at a time. And Betty was very understanding. I suppose that's why we stayed together so long. When I was in one of my moods she would simply let me alone. It would have been better if she hadn't, I suppose, because my solitude was devoted almost entirely to a single preoccupation-sex. I learned to read a lot from the time I was in that nut house. I read everything. Well, later my reading taste turned entirely to sex. I would have Betty pick up books, and I'd read doctors' journals. As long as the subject was sex, and plenty of it, I was satisfied.
"On those lonely days sometimes I would study my collection of nudes for hours at a time. I had obscene photos and nudist pictures, and both totally fascinated me. I would masturbate as I studied the pictures. As I say, I was obsessed. So it's a small wonder I took advantage of the situation one day when our paperboy started asking questions.
"Timmy had always been particularly friendly, but this day he had something on his mind. I let him in and he nervously told me what it was. He said his mother told him never to come into our apartment because Betty and I were bad women. He said he asked some of his friends about that and they explained what she meant. Timmy asked me if Betty and I were whores.
"I laughed. His directness was something. "No," I told him, "I'm not a prostitute."
"Oh," he said sadly. "I was hoping you were. I got five dollars saved. If you were a whore I was going to ask you to do it to me."
"Timmy was as good as in, but in a rush of fear, I didn't quite know how to handle it. I had dreamed of seducing young boys for years. I had this continual memory of those good times when I was fourteen. Now, with Timmy practically begging me I was really excited. "Well, maybe I could help you out," I told him "But I wouldn't charge anything. How old are you anyway?" He looked about ten. He said he was fifteen years old, and assured me he was capable of manly sexual behavior. When I expressed doubt, this mop-haired urchin dropped his newspaper bag, and right there in the living room of my apartment, unzipped his blue jeans. The moment his zipper was down, his hard penis popped out of his pants. It was white, and the veins stood out under the skin. He was really primed for action.
"I played with it for a few minutes, and then took it in my mouth. I had scarcely done this when he ejaculated, but even then he wasn't fully satisfied. He was interested in the complete sex act between a man and a woman. He used the four letter word to describe it.
"He told me he often peeked while his sister, who was sixteen years old, performed copulation with her boy friend on the living room couch. He went into the most vivid details, and said he wanted to do everything there was to do.
"He also said his sister had a fourteen year old girl friend who wanted to lose her virginity. She would let Timmy do it to her, if he wanted to, but he was too timid about it. That was where I came in. He wanted me to teach him, and I was more than willing to school him.
"Well, now I tell you-I couldn't let this setup pass me by. I convinced Timmy to bring his little girl friend to the apartment and we would see that the romance got off to a perfect start.
"The meeting was arranged for the following Saturday night, at a time I was pretty sure Betty would be out. For the next three days I was like a girl preparing for her first school prom. I couldn't wait for the delights of this Saturday night. The outcome was even better than I had imagined.
"Little Annie was a dream. She was slim and shy, and amazingly beautiful with dark hair, green eyes, and long full lashes. I couldn't believe it when I opened the door. At first I was afraid that Timmy hadn't briefed the girl. I had to take him aside to make sure.
"He reassured me. He said she was balky at first, but then she told him it was a pretty good idea. She wanted to come.
"That was all I wanted to hear. We went back to the living room and got right to the point. I asked Annie if she had ever played any sex games. She bowed her head and nodded. She said that she and Timmy's sister had done it to each other with their fingers, and once the girl had penetrated her vagina with a candle. "It hurt too much though," said Annie. "That's why I was afraid."
"Let's get our clothes off," I said pleasantly. "Then we can see what's what."
"At this time I wasn't much older than they were. I was just past nineteen, but I had covered plenty of ground. It seemed as though I was a thousand years older than those kids, but to get together with them like this seemed to whittle off some of my miles. I felt young and adventurous again.
"The little doll undressed and was careful to hang her navy pleated skirt over a chair. She did the same with her matching cardigan sweater, and was equally careful with her slip and underthings. She wore nice undergarments, telling me she had a mother who cared for her. This thought bothered me, but I didn't ask about her home life. That was the last thing I wanted to know.
"Soon all of us were naked, and Timmy seemed the most bashful. Annie entered like a shy little doll, but she was calm and expectant by the time her young body was naked and ready. She sat on the couch and crossed her slim, shapely legs, What grace that kid had! Her hair was drawn back and held with a ribbon. Her lips were full and red. She had fine round breasts tipped with tiny pink nipples. Her tummy was flat and there was a triangle of soft, curly hair over her sex. I still liked boys, and was excited by Timmy, but my lesbian traits began to taunt me. I had never played the aggressor's role in lesbian love, but I would now. I wanted to eat this sweet little girl right out of her mind.
"I didn't want to bollus things up though, so I forced myself to wait until the time was ripe. In the meantime, I attended to Timmy. He was frightened, obviously, and was in need of stimulation. I knew what to do.
"He smiled a faint grin as I fondled his sex. As I did it, I turned to Annie and asked her if she had ever kissed a boy's penis. She said she hadn't.
"I showed her how, but only long enough to sufficiently arouse Timmy. I knew what he was anxious to do, and didn't want to taunt him.
"I moved to the couch beside Annie, and asked if I could examine her. She was fully cooperative.
"She scurried her legs up on the couch, and leaned her body in Timmy's lap. She didn't protest in the least when I reached between her legs to examine her vagina. I spread the fold and took a long peek. Her candle stick masturbation must have ruptured her hymen because no memebrane was evident. She was fully capable of adult sex.
"As I told her she was ready and able, I was fighting a terrible urge to snuggle my head between her legs, but for the moment I contented myself with touching the velvet smoothness of her thighs.
"Annie was wiggling now, obviously her body was feeling the thrust of Timmy's erection. Her eyes were closed and her legs were beginning to writhe. I couldn't restrain myself. I was going down. I gave the excuse that I knew how to make her more receptive to Timmy's offering. I guess they believed me. At least they didn't complain.
"I kissed along her inner thighs and taunted the deepest creases of her sex. I heard her whimper, but I didn't look up. She wasn't stopping me, and that was all that mattered. By the time my tongue touched her clitoris, Annie was beginning to grind her hips. Her legs captured me, and she arched high off the couch. Annie loved what I was doing, and totally uninhibited in her frantic climax.
"When I heard her ecstatic sighs, I pulled away. I got up from the couch and took Timmy's hand. I told him to mount her and everything would be just fine.
"She edged lower, her eyes closed, and Timmy crouched between her thighs. He nervously lowered himself, and looked at me questioningly. I gave him a helping hand by directing him into the right place. He pressed his penis into her moist warmth. It happened gloriously for them. Their young bodies thrashed for long moments and finally burst into a full, trembling climax.
"I was afraid they would desert me then, but they didn't. The kids were born hedons if I ever saw a pair. I showed them several positions, and between the three of us, we must have shared a dozen fine orgasms. When they left around midnight, they were smiling and fullfilled. We made a date for the following week.
"Our weekly orgies lasted for a year, even after Betty found out about them. Betty walked in on us one night and was furious. She said I was crazy, that this sort of thing would put us all in jail, but I didn't care. I told her I would move out if she didn't like it. Facing this threat, she decided to make the most of a dangerous situation. She joined in our weekly games.
"Over the years the law has mystified me. Betty, for instance, was arrested again on prostitution charges, and was given a six month jail sentence. It was as if the worst thing in the world was selling your body to mature men. At the same time, a man suspected of spending too much time with juveniles would surely be investigated. If he were caught doing anything with them he would probably get the jail key thrown away. But women can often corrupt kids and get away with it.
"This first arrangement wasn't found out, of course, but there were later occasions where I could have been in big trouble if the laws were put into force. For various reasons I was let off the hook. Once, a mother caught me going down on her twelve-year-old daughter in my office. She pretended she hadn't seen a thing even though the daughter was seated on my desk in front of my chair, and my head was between her legs. This was a stage mother who knew that from then on her child would be sure to bring home bigger talent checks. That was all that mattered to her."
Dorothy came to life after the stimulating experience with pretty Annie and Timmy. She was no longer content to hide away in a quiet apartment. She emerged into society, and through a chain of surprising circumstances, found herself in the modeling profession.
It started when Dorothy became a prostitute for female clients. One of her clients was the head of a model agency. With her guidance Dorothy became a top photographic model, and five years later started an agency of her own. That was when her taste for youngsters began to blossom fully. Her office specialized in junior models, of course, and Dorothy found herself mother confessor for seventy sensual young children. The range in age was from twelve to twenty. Dorothy carried on promiscuous affairs in all age categories with both boys and girls.
Much later Dorothy related her sexual conquests to her therapists with great relish. Her zeal made them wonder if she were embellishing the facts. But it was doubtful because every account was documented with names and ages and minute details. Under therapy she was completely cooperative; too cooperative, it seemed. It was suspected that she was using them merely as sounding boards to bounce back her erotic replays for vicarious pleasure. There was no remorse indicated in her confessions.
Dorothy became very bold with her position of power, and made no real mistake until she fell irrevocably in love. Her lover was a seventeen year-old girl who adored Dorothy, and who followed her around "like a sad puppy." Dorothy taught the girl lesbian sex, and didn't intend to disrupt her physical virginity. In her possessiveness, she was afraid heterosexual experience might take the girl away from her. Ultimately this is exactly what happened. The girl was seduced by a photographer, and fell in love with him.
Dorothy had the nerve to take the matter to the police. She charged that the thirty-year-old man was committing statutory rape. The charge resulted in counter charges, and the only result was a smear of Dorothy's own reputation.
In festering anger, Dorothy called on the photographer with intentions of servering his penis. She attacked him viciously, but turned out once more the loser. He beat her into unconsciousness, and cut her with the knife she had used to attack him.
The photographer wound up in jail, and Dorothy started to review her lifelong series of misdeeds. That was when she sought psychiatric aid. The parade began.
Her therapy had little effect, but it might have led to a solution of her own. She renewed her friendship with the aging jail friend, Betty, and the two of them retreated to Nebraska to put Dorothy's farm back to work. (Her former husband had not been killed by the poker, but died in the Korean war. The farm ownership had reverted to Dorothy.) The strange couple was still on the farm at last contact. They shut out the outside world, and seemed to find some sort of solace in their obscurity. If Dorothy's taste for youth stayed with her in retirement, the incidents were not recorded.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sherry and Bob were siblings in a large family of thirteen children. Their father left the home shortly after Sherry was born. Sherry was followed by seven other children, who were fathered by two different men.
Bob was the oldest boy and was greatly attached to Sherry for as long as Sherry could remember. When the last of the three fathers left the home, Bob became very protective of Sherry and tended and cared for her devotedly.
He carried her about with him whenever he went out to play. And otherwise cared for her. This devotion evoked no special interest since the family was so large.
The mother, a small, fairly normal woman in intelligence, led a very active social life in spite of her large brood. She was out frequently. Later on in life, she was to become very religious and rigid in her moral views, but the early child-rearing days found her sexually loose and fancy free.
The older children tended the younger ones. The family was very poor. There was never enough money. Sherry's mother learned to be an excellent cook and later the family, their spouses and children would congregate in her house.
Sherry and Bob strongly resembled each other as to facial features and coloring. Bob was tall and big, Sherry was well formed and tiny, although attractive. The attraction both held for each other continued through adulthood and throughout the two marriages of both.
As children, Bob had taken to dressing and undressing Sherry for school and for bed. It was to him she turned for advice and guidance whenever it was needed. The family lived in four delapidated rooms in a rundown section of a suburban city. The children sought every opportunity to remain out of the home.
Bob got into the habit of taking Sherry with him on his motorbike and they would roar off into the street, with Sherry clinging on to his back. Bob had been caring for Sheery's physical needs such as her bedtime bath from such an early age, that she grew into girlhood taking his care for granted.
Sometimes when Bob was bathing her, his hands would linger caressingly on Sherry's budding new breasts that were just beginning to thrust against her clothes. Bob was by that time, a tall and heavily built man.
Because the financial needs of the family were so urgent, Bob had not been able to graduate from high school. He had left school to get a job and was contributing from his salary to help out at home.
Every week he brought Sherry some little gift of wearing apparel. Sherry learned to expect these and eventually she took receiving gifts for granted. It led to selfishness later.
Sherry noticed and liked the gentle, tender way that Bob soaped her body when he was bathing her. He talked to her a great deal and told her things none of the other girls knew.
Sherry was getting old enough to bathe herself and one day as Bob was bathing her, one of the older sisters told him to stop. She noticed that Bob's face flushed and his lips quivered.
Bob did not stop. While drying her, his hands lingered over her tiny compact body that was not to grow any bigger, as she would remain short all her life. Then Bob did an odd thing. As he was drying between her legs, he let the towel linger and Sherry could feel his fingers, strong and hard, pressing down deep inside her. He did it again a few times before he stopped.
Sherry was ten years old at the time. She later would remember exactly the delicious thrill that coursed through her, at the touch of Bob's fingers pressing down into her.
Sherry looked at Bob and smiled her beautiful smile at him. His face was set in strange, new lines, and a vein throbbed wildly in his temples. Sherry squealed delightedly. This was a new adventure she was sharing with Bob, like the other new things they were always doing.
"I like that!" she gurgled.
Bob gave an anxious look back over his shoulder. Then his eyes found hers and he smiled. "Shhhhh. Not so loud. This is a secret between us, like all the other secrets we have, OK?"
Sherry nodded still smiling. "We have lot of secrets."
"Yes. Now, remember. You must never tell anyone about this one."
Sherry shook her head. "No. I won't tell."
And Bob knew she would not, so great was the bond between them. He continued drying her, and moved the towel to her back. "Now bend over on my arm so I can dry your hiney," he advised.
Sherry bent over and leaned on Bob's arm. With his other arm, he rubbed the towel all over her back and buttocks. Then it was happening again. Sherry felt his fingers pressing on her vagina. A lovely warm feeling spread over her again.
"You're doing it again," she laughed. "I like it."
She heard Bob let out a breath. "You are sure you like it?"
"Unh. I like it."
"If I do it again, you promise to keep it a secret just between us, like always?"
"Yes. Do it some more!"
Now Bob removed the towel and inserted his finger to the edge of Sherry's vagina. Gently and slowly he began massaging the tiny extrusions and the hard tip of the child's clitoris.
"Oooooooooh! That feels so funny!"
"All right. I'm going to stop."
"I don't want you to stop," Sherry protested. "Do it some more."
Bob bent his head so that he could hear the sounds and noises coming from the room outside the bathroom door, and once again inserted his finger into the child's vagina. This time he did not stop at the mouth of the vagina, but went further in. Bob whirled his fingertip round and round the inner flesh of the warm opening, without trying to penetrate deep into the orifice.
"If you really like it, we will do it some more, some other time," he promised.
"A wright!"
With that, he finished drying the child and helped her to dress in her nightgown. When he laid her in the bed where four of them were to sleep, Sherry clung to his neck. "I want to sleep with you tonight," she pleaded.
"Tomorrow night you can sleep with me," Bob promised, tucking her in.
The following night Sherry reminded him of his promise and Bob told her all right, but he did not take her to bed. Instead, Sherry crept into bed and was fast asleep by the time Bob got home.
Bob, as the oldest son, and the financial head of the family, had been given a small bed by himself. Through the early years of her childhood, Sherry had been allowed to sleep with him.
That particular night, however, Sherry awoke to feel Bob beside her.
"Wanna wee wee," she told her brother.
"All right. C'mon."
Bob took her to the bathroom and waited for her to finish. But instead of allowing her to dry herself as she had been taught to do, Bob took the toilet tissue and ministered to her.
Sherry could feel his firm fingers probing and pushing the paper into her tiny opening. She was half asleep, but knew from before what she was feeling.
"You're doing it again," she whispered sleepily. "Hush now!" Bob warned her. "I'll do it some more when you get to bed if you keep quiet."
"Awright," Sherry murmured.
Bob led her back to bed and she snuggled close to him. It was good to feel his warmth snuggled near. His big arms enfolded her. She would feel his fingers trailing like a feather along her thigh.
Her tiny body began to shiver. She had seen one of her sister's boy friends do that to her. She whispered to Bob. "I seen Rufe do that to Mattie," she said.
But Bob's hand covered her mouth and she knew she was to remain quiet. Again Bob's fingers trailed along her thighs. This time they went on down to where her little V formed and forced her legs apart.
Bob's hand found itself covering the soft V. The firm, young flesh was warm under his fingers. One of his fingers penetrated into the parted lips of the vagina and went deep and stopped.
The hand did no more than rest there. Sherry leaned against Bob and felt the hard penis pressing against her back. She was familiar with a penis. She had seen Bob's and that of some of her younger brothers many times.
"Your Peter Pee is jabbing me in the side," she whispered to Bob.
"So what am I supposed to do with it? If it's in your way, move it," he whispered back.
This seemed natural to Sherry and she took her tiny hand and grasped the penis. The rigid object was hard and fully extended and her hand couldn't meet around it.
"Too big!" the child whispered.
"No. It isn't," Bob whispered back. And again his hand reached over and covered her mouth.
Then he moved and Sherry felt the hard tip of the penis resting on the mouth of her vagina. She moved a little closer to him. She had once seen her mother doing this with Uncle Joe.
"Are you going to do it?" she inquired. It seemed a perfectly natural thing to do.
For a second Bob didn't answer. Then she heard a murmured, "Maybe."
Sherry felt the tip of the penis go further and remain. Then Bob was moving and wiggling, slowly and quietly, so that no one would hear him.
"That's not how Uncle Joe did it to Mommy," she whispered. "He was moving real quick!"
"It would hurt you if I did that," Bob whispered back.
So it was, Bob seduced his sister but did not penetrate her for more than a year. At eleven, Sherry had her first menses and it was Bob who explained it all to her. They still went out together a lot and were still quite close, but Bob was becoming increasingly cautious as the girl grew older.
Then one day, they were alone in the apartment. It was a rare opportunity and Bob who had been watching a baseball game on TV, suddenly found Sherry standing beside him. He felt her weight leaning on his shoulder.
"Let's play games," the girl teased.
Bob was engrossed in the game, so to tease him away from the set, Sherry rustled and rubbed herself on him. She rubbed her thigh slowly along his shoulder pressing against him. By this time she knew all about sex. She had seen the sex act performed many times by her older sister and by her mother and their boy friends.
She felt Bob stiffen suddenly. "Now stop that!" he ordered in a choked voice. "You want me to make you for sure, don't you?"
Sherry laughed, teasingly. "Bet you can't do it. That's why you never done it."
Bob stared at her and his face flushed. "I was thinking of you," he replied hotly. "I didn't want to hurt you."
"I didn't say I'd get hurt." Sherry was keeping a strange half smile on her face.
"What you trying to do? Get us both in trouble?" Bob demanded.
"You scared!" Sherry taunted.
"Sure I'm scared. And you should be too!"
Sherry laughed a low thrill and again rubbed herself against him. She sidled over until she was standing in front of him. Her vagina was in line with his face. Without a word, Bob grabbed and clasped her firmly.
Sherry raised her dress and pressed herself against Bob's flushed face. She opened her legs and Bob buried his face between her legs. Then Bob was oral-loving her vagina and pulling at her clitoris.
At first Sherry didn't feel the expected sensation. Then suddenly, Bob stuck his tongue deep inside the small opening, that still had the hymen intact and for a fleeting second Sherry felt a strange, delicious, thrill that came and went quickly.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Do that again, Bob. Please do that, It felt good."
"I can't. I might spoil it," he said.
Sherry gave a chuckle. "It's gotta break sometime," she answered matter-of-factly.
Bob again went between her legs and this time. Sherry felt the pressure throbbing against the hard membrane that was her hymen. Then Bob was doing things to the tip of her clitoris.
By this time, Sherry had developed a very sensitive clitoris from the constant playing on the part of Bob. Slowly her hips began to move very awkwardly.
"You don't know how to grind," Bob told her. "Move round and round slow and even like," he advised.
"How come you know so much about it?" Sherry asked, but she began to do as she had been told.
"I been to a whore's, that's how."
"Let me do that to you now," Sherry told him. She was beginning to get sore. "It's your turn."
"I dunno if I ought to let you," Bob temporized. "I'm pretty big."
But he took out his distended penis and was fondling it tenderly. His eyes were almost shut and his breath came in pants. Sherry gazed at the nakedness of Bob. "It sure is big," she admitted, "But I want to try it just the same."
"All right. Get down-no-you're so little-you better let me get down on my knees and you can stand up to play with it."
So Bob got to his knees as if her were praying and Sherry stood up. His hips just reached her face. It was no effort at all for her to give him this abnormal thrill.
Sherry was surprised to see that his flesh was warm to her touch.
"Come on, move your mouth. Real hard. It won't hurt," Bob commanded.
Sherry started to pull but her teeth got in the way and clamped down hard on the gristle.
"You don't have to bite me," Bob exclaimed. "Move outta the way and let me do it my way."
Sherry held her tongue back and Bob began a slow even gyrating, which slid and moved his pelvis in a carnal gesture. Sherry began to feel the good sensation she had before.
Her body grew tense and she clung to Bob fervidly. "You like it, Hettie. I kin tell you like it."
Bob's voice was hoarse with excitement. Then he was moving frantically. "I'm gonna reach the top," he cried suddenly. "Get ready!" Then before Sherry could do anything, he was almost yelling, "I'm ... almost ... ohhhhhh...."
Sherry felt the climax. Quickly Bob withdrew his throbbing body. Sherry raced to the kitchen and washed herself.
"I don't like that part," she said.
Bob was using his handkerchief. "Next time I'll use my handkerchief," he said.
After that, they performed cunnilingus and fellatio frequently. Still, Bob had not penetrated the hymen. Sherry teased him, but Bob held back. One day Sherry taunted him and made him angry. "Iffen you don't want to do it, I'm gonna let Ralphie take it," Sherry promised.
Bob stared at her. Sherry was now going on thirteen and had been menstruating for almost two years. "All right. If that's the way you feel, I'll do it. But I don't want to hear nuthin' from you about it later on!"
"I ain't goin' to complain about nuthin," Sherry said.
"Awright, tell Maw I'm taking you to the movies and meet me down the street at the Greasy Spoon," Bob advised.
"Where we goin'?" Sherry asked, excitement making her eyes big. "You'll find out!!"
Bob took her to an apartment, she had never been before.
"Whose apartment is this?"
"Belongs to a friend of mine. His wife works nights and he is out for a while."
Sherry smiled. "To give us time to do it."
"You talk too much," Bob said.
"You don't have to sound so angry. I ain't done nuthin'."
Sherry stood by the bed and stared at her toes. She didn't understand why Bob was angry or looked so strange. She looked up suddenly and caught his eyes. There was a strange light in them-and was it shame? She couldn't figure it out. But thinking was too much trouble for her.
Her face brightened. "Kin we go to the movies afterwards?" she asked.
Bob looked away. "I guess so."
He came over to her and began rubbing her face, the way he always did. Sherry leaned against him. His fingers began unbuttoning her blouse. He took everything off her until she was nude.
Then he made her lie on the bed and got in beside her. It was usual for them to lie naked whenever they got the chance, but today was different. There was something about Bob that was different.
Then she felt him doing the things they had been doing and Sherry began to relax. She had become quite sensual by this time and responded to Bob's caresses with fervor and equal ardor. Strangely enough, it was Bob who felt guilt and shame and not Sherry.
Sherry encouraged Bob on, when he stopped in dismay at what they were about to do. She gave him the final push into the incestuous act by performing fellatio on him. By now Bob was a seething cauldron.
He mounted Sherry and for the first time, she felt his full weight on her in the complete sex act. She felt his maleness hovering over her body. Then the male pressure was gently caressing her softness.
Suddenly, something was inside her. Bob was being gentle. Sherry could feel a thump, thump. It hurt but felt sort of good. She was sensing Bob's discomfort.
She gave a violent thrust against him, just as he came down towards her. With a desperate tearing and wrenching, the membrane gave way and he consummated the act.
Sherry cried out in pain and surprise. She had not expected the pain. But Bob was oblivious to her cries now that he had penetrated her. At last he shuddered, in what Sherry had come to recognize as his climax.
She herself had not enjoyed the act at all. It had been too new and too quick. She was left with a feeling of letdown. Perhaps the next time it would be better. Bob had told her that it usually grew on you.
There were many other times for Sherry and Bob, now that the ice was broken. To remove suspicion from the minds of the rest of the family, she dated other boys and Bob dated other girls, but they never enjoyed anyone as much as they did each other, being brother and sister.
They met frequently, several times a week and Sherry discovered that she perferred fellatio and cunnilingus to the natural sex act, although she acceded to Bob's demands to please him.
She had experimented with several other boys also and by the time she was sixteen was a seasoned sensualist. A quiet, demure experior and a soft manner and voice carred her through without much suspicion.
But late in her sixteenth year, a calamity happened that brought changes in Sherry's life. She and Bob were alone and he was fondling her nipples that were standing hard and rigid under his fingers.
Sherry could feel that Bob was ready to consummate their act. She turned over and gently touched his face.
"Bob!"
"MMMMMmmmmmmmm?"
"You do love me, don't you?"
Bob leaned on one elbow and stared at her. His finger traced an invisible line on her cheek. "You know I do."
"More than anyone?" Sherry persisted.
"Of course. You know that. More than anyone."
Sherry snuggled close to him. She was happy with the answer.
"I wish I could marry you," she said quietly.
"Bob was aghast. He stared at her. Terror was in his eyes. "You are one crazy-" he whispered. "You're my sister."
Sherry's laughter trilled through the room.
"Bob-"
"Yeah. What?"
"I'm goin' to have a baby."
For a long moment Bob was still, then he turned, sat on the side of the bed and stared at her. "How do you know?"
"Ain't had muh period. Three weeks late." Bob was silent. "Maw know yet?" Sherry shook her head. "No one but you." He asked the question then that he had to. "Know-Who it fer?"
"You ah guess. Ain't had nobody but you since my last period."
"Now, Sherry, you been playing around with that Tommy Hawkins-"
Sherry shook her head. "Ah ain't had nobody but you for almost two months. Honest, Bob. Honest!"
Bob got up and paced up and down the room in agitation. "Nobody must know about us. You hear? Nobody! No matter what we have to do. It would kill Maw now that she's got religion."
Sherry turned her head to the wall. She wasn't upset Bob was, though. "There's got to be something we kin do. You gotta git married before anybody finds out."
"I don't want to get married to nobody but you, Bob."
"You crazy. I gotta think for you all the time."
And that was exactly what Bob did. And two months later, Sherry and one of the boys she had been dating were married. Sherry's marriage did not stop the clandestine relationship with her brother. They became extremely cautious.
She remained married and subsequently, a boy and a girl were born to them, in addition to the first son, who had a strong and striking resemblance to his uncle. If her husband suspected, he gave no notice.
Their marriage was as unstable as their financial state. Ralph was a truck driver for a construction company and so worked only seasonally. Sherry got along well with her husband because of her quiet manner.
She and Bob continued to meet whenever possible. Bob, who had never married, went into a common-law relationship with an attractive, understanding woman and had two children by her.
Then one day after several years of marriage, her husband's oldest brother was released from prison and visited them. He was gay, physical and attractive with an appealing line and Sherry fell under Johnny's spell immediately. He was to remain with them for a few days. One night as she made up the studio couch in the living room for him to go to bed, they were alone in the house, he accidentally touched her leg. The sheer nightgown and robe presented no obstacle and the touch burned on her flesh.
Sherry finished making the bed and then got into it and under the covers. Johnny stared at her. "Ralph will be back soon," he said, staring at her.
"No," Sherry answered. "He's gambling tonight. He won't be back until late."
Without another word, Johnny undressed and got in the bed with her. He decided to let her make the first move. The idea that he was her husband's brother did not bother either of them.
Sherry, however, had a surprise for him. She would not allow him to cohabit with her. She insisted on cunnilingus and fellatio only. So the resilient Johnny complied. When Ralph returned later, each was asleep in the proper bed.
Johnny stayed with them for a few weeks, and he and Sherry shared themselves daily, but no matter how much Johnny would press her, Sherry would not allow him to cohabit with her.
Johnny accepted the partial relationship, for whenever he returned, Sherry was always willing and compliant to perform fellatio and allow him to do cunnilingus. The years passed, until one day Johnny took up with a woman who was completely out of his class or background in a common-law relationship.
Since the woman was quite wealthy, she immediately applied pressure to Johnny to disassociate himself from the close relationship he had with Sherry, whom he treated like a wife.
It was to Sherry that he had come to turn whenever he was in trouble or needed a shoulder to lean on. It was Sherry who advised him when he was perturbed. He referred to her as his wife and treated her like one.
Rita, the common-law wife, objected and with rare perception immediately saw through the arrangement and charged him with having an affair with his sister-in-law. Johnny denied vehemently, even though he readily admitted his other promiscuous affairs with other women.
That might have been the end of the affair, if Sherry had not herself broken off with her brother-in-law. She had become thoroughly promiscuous, even though married. It was only her discretion and her husband's attitude of deliberately not seeing what was going on, that held the marriage together.
There had been no change in her relationship with her own brother. Johnny accepted her breaking off with him as a temporary estrangement. He knew he would always go back to her if he found it hard to get another woman, should Rita leave him.
Johnny, himself had come from a disorganized home. He was the natural child of his father who had married someone other than his mother. His mother worked as a laundress for a wealthy family who allowed her to keep the boy with her.
He was happy with the other children in the family and from them obtained the only stability he would ever be able to acquire. But in his early teens, his mother married a man who would not allow her to keep the boy.
Johnny was placed in an institution where he was to stay for the rest of his youthful days. As soon as he was discharged from the institution, he took up with a wild group of young people and after becoming involved in one delinquent deed after another, found himself in prison where he was to remain for almost twelve years.
He was egocentric, selfish, self-centered and impulsive. He was easily frustrated and became abusive and violent upon the least pretext. He seemed to be constantly carrying a chip on his shoulder, which he was daring anyone to knock off.
His promiscuous relationships with women were always on a sexual plane. And he wanted to know, "if there was anything else?" when pressed about it.
His hostility to women was easy to discern, so that every woman he met recognized instantly that he disliked them. Yet he needed them for sex and for this he turned to prostitutes whom he seemed to favor. He preferred loose women to well-bred ones, but couldn't understand why.
He was insulting to any who befriended him, and ungrateful to all who helped him. His attitude to Rita was at the same time abusive, insulting and respectful. He said both nice and insulting things about her behind her back, but only insults to her face. He held her in awe and fear, but resented her to the point where he preferred at first to avoid sexual activity with her.
This was his punishment for her, to deprive her of himself. He used sex to barter, trade and convince. Was it good for anything else? Eventually, because he was incapable of building a lasting relationship on a mature basis, he and Rita separated.
He at once returned to Sherry, when several attempts to start affairs with some prostitutes he knew, failed. Sherry "would always be there," he told Rita one day. She was his ace in the hole.
Whenever his brother seemed to be becoming restive over his frequent visits, he would stay away for a while and when he returned, he would be bearing gifts for the entire family.
Meanwhile, from sheer self-defense, Sherry's husband, Ralph, became promiscuous in spite of the fact that it was he, who offered the stability in the family.
By this time, most of the children had left the mother's home and conditions in the family had consequently improved. The oldest girl had been the first to marry. She was living in a nearby town and had built a stable and successful marriage. She and her husband and daughters lived in a lovely home they had bought and she became the model for all the others to follow.
The effect of the incest on the other members of the family was almost nothing, since it had been kept a closely guarded secret and the feeling of esprit d' corps was so great in the family that it would have been guarded if they had learned of it, in any case.
The other unusual factor in this case is the mother's conversion to religion after a youth of looseness and philandering. She became a source of strength and morality in her later days, which she lacked when the children were young.
With better housing and increased income the conditions of the members of the family improved. Also, the example of the older sister was a balance wheel for the younger ones to follow. The next generation will see a complete change in the cultural pattern of the family, thus breaking the closed ingrown circuitry of the family, and thereby affording them opportunity for growth.
All the parties involved here were determined to keep up false appearances. After Rita finally left Johnny, he established several brief alliances with loose women with no satisfaction before returning once again to Harriet.
Johnny represented the past disorganized family life she had left behind, to Sherry. That it still lured her was obvious in that she did not discourage him. Quite the contrary. He would always be around.
Just as Bob would always be around. In any case her sex life was assured. And there would be others. Later, we shall see another case of incest in this same family from a different angle. All these cases arose from the basic disorganziation of the family.
Evaluation of Sherry and Bob:
We know that incest does not occur unless there are several predisposing factors present in the environment to start with. Among these are: a basic family disorganization, overcrowding and its consequent lack of privacy, the absence of a strong parent-image with built-in moral and disciplinary guides, and a weak or no father-image to represent authority.
Sherry's family possessed all these weaknesses. In addition to which there was much poverty. The saving factor in this family was the oldest daughter, whose early marriage and consequent escape from the trap which threatened the younger children, enabled her to rise above the environment and better herself and thus become a model for the younger siblings, and incidentally, the mother, herself.
Ralph, whom Sherry finally married, brought his own kind of strength to his marriage, which sustains Sherry and maintains the marriage. The marriage would surely collapse if it were not for Ralph's attitude of seeing and not seeing his wife's weaknesses.
It is inconceivable that he would not be aware of the relationship between his brother and his wife, especially since he retaliated by having one of his own, with one of his wife's sisters, more from pride than from desire.
Also, he maintains the marriage so that the children can have a stable home environment. It is painfully obvious that his wife is not as devoted to the children as he would wish to be and that she is capable of deserting them, which he is not.
Ralph's attitude is to painstakingly avoid a showdown with his wife over her escapades. That Sherry is drawn to her brother-in-law and felt no guilt, just fear of detection by her husband, is partly due to the fact that she has become inured to the demands of society upon her.
Her own sex habits leave much to be desired as she has developed a compulsive desire for fellation and cunnilingus as a replacment of cohabiting-except with her brother Bob. Several of her affairs, including that with her brother-in-law, Johnny, consisted of just that.
We have seen from studies made that this is due to her early conditioning by Bob. Also Sherry really does not like men, and equates sex, that is, cohabiting with the receipt of "things," i.e., gifts of any sort.
The interesting thing about this involved case is the duration of the relationship under discussion. It is this social worker's feeling that many cases of incest are not reported, simply because they are not unpleasant to the parties involved.
The danger of incest lies exactly in this area. That an incestuous relationship will become so absorbing and desirable, that it will replace a normal marriage relationship and thereby threaten the status of the family, and thus society, since the family is the basic social unit in society.
We see how this is true in both Sherry and Johnny and to some extent Bob who never experienced a legal marriage ceremony. In Johnny's case, he was incapable of doing this.
The saving factor to all concerned is that there is present at all times, the model of the oldest sister who has escaped these difficulties and has built a stable and admirable family relationship in spite of difficulties.
Sherry admires her sister and uses her for a model. She might strive towards that end and thus escape the dangers of disorganization that are inherent in her personality and her own family environment.
CHAPTER NINE
The ban on incest by the Christian church and other moral forces throughout the world has been found to be somewhat the wiser course from a scientific point of view also. Inbreeding has sometimes resulted in offspring that are mentally defective.
Incest, while being one of the most universally taboo of all the sexual deviations, is not one of the oldest taboos. The Bibe has countless tales in The Old Testament dealing with incestuous behavior wherein So-and-so and his Daughter begat So-and-so, Jr. There was an awful lot of begetting to be gotten in those days.
The word is derived from the Latin incestum and refers to the "girdle of Benus" and mean quite simply, unchaste. For any male in the family to violate the "girdle" was to commit incest.
Incestuous behavior is more likely to occur in poverty-striken and lower-class homes, although in Chapter five we come across a rather unusual case of incest involving a brother and sister of extremely wealthy parentage. Dr. S. Kirson Weinberg observed that in homes where overcorwded conditions exist, such as is found in many poverty-stricken areas, the incidence of incest rises. He also observed that the most common form of this behavior involved relationships between father and daughter, or a stepfather.
According to Dr. Benjamin Karpman, the problem of incest is interrelated with homosexuality. "The patient confronted with an incestuous fixation on the one hand and the incest barrier on the other, finds if necessary to effect a compromise that enables him to avoid or circumvent direct incestuous activities but, nevertheless, permits him to indulge his incestuous desires indirectly and perhaps symbolically. Thus a man has a fixation on his mother is terrified not only by the idea of having sexual relations with her but even at the idea of having them with any other woman as it brings to mind his own mother. Since libido must have an outlet, he resorts to the expedient of indulging in sex relations that will completely excluse the vaginal orifice. Consequently, he may indulge in fellatio, cunnilingus, or pederasty which to him removes the hidden implication of incest."
It is interesting to note a high ratio of oralism among cases of reported incest. According to Dr. Karpman, when the borders of incest are actually crossed, the strong tie with homosexuality may still be evident especially, of course, in cases of incest involving overt homosexuality. Another reason for oral forms of lovemaking being applied in incestuous relationships is as a method of preventing pregnancy.
In our case history, we find extreme orality combined with homosexuality. Rita is a rather pretty girl, a bit on the heavy side, who comes from a poor family background. Although she has several brothers and sisters, she has never seen them, as her mother had given them up for adoption. Her mother was married for a brief time when she gave birth to her, consequently she kept her since she was her only legitimate child. When she was twelve, her mother remarried. Her stepfather lost his job as a factory worker a short time after the wedding and has since been unemployed. Rita's mother works as a waitress to support the family.
CASE HISTORY: Rita G., Age 14
"Surprisingly enough, my stepfather and I got along great. I've got a few friends with stepfathers and none of them get along with them. One of them has a stepfather that is a real shit-he beats her up with his fists all the time.
"Mom doesn't mind supporting Herman-he's not a drunken bum like all the rest of the guys she's known. It's just that he got laid off at the defense plant because of a contract cutback. They promised to rehire him when production picked up again, but so far it hasn't. And Herman's got this other problem. When he was younger, he blew off a couple of fingers with a dynamite cap, so he can't find any kind of skilled work. He does odd jobs and things like that for extra money, but he can't find anything regular.
"My thing with him started one night a few months back. I had parked in front of the house with a guy named Tommy. We just made out heavy, but nothing special. Not in front of the house anyway. I'd lost my cherry when I was twelve, so I knew the score.
"Well when I came in the house, I must've been awful messed up from the way Herman looked at me. Mom was at work and wouldn't be back 'til twelve. I thought he must've figured what was going on out there and was afraid he might get mad at me-though if he had it would've been the first time.
"But he just broke into a big grin."
Herman smiled at his stepdaughter for a few seconds, and then motioned for her to come over and sit beside him on the couch. Rita wasn't sure what to expect, but figured that she was in for a lecture on morality or something along that general line. But she was wrong.
"Baby, what are you doing fooling around with those kids for?"
"I'm sorry, Herman. We didn't really do anything, honest?"
"You mean a girl as pretty as you still has her cherry. You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Why if I was your boyfriend, you sure wouldn't have one. That's what I asked you what you was fooling around with kids for. Kids don't know nothing."
Rita was too stunned to reply. Why, he wasn't even mad. He almost sounded like he was encouraging her activity. She opened up slowly, admitting some of her past activities. He wasn't mad at all. He seemed interested and understanding. And somehow it seemed that he might be hinting at something else.
"I don't know how to put if exactly ... it just seemed somehow that he might be hinting at something else. You know, like maybe he wanted to make it with me or something. I wouldn't mind that at all! He was a good-looking cat for a forty-year-old man. Well, he wasn't exactly forty-thrity-five maybe. Anyone over thirty is old to me.
"So I just followed it out. Sure enough, pretty soon he's telling me how he could show me a few things. Then he said something about what a gas it would be. He made it like a joke, but he made it like a hint too. Why not? He wasn't really my old man anyway.
"The only trouble was I didn't know how to answer him. Like when the bait is there for you it's sometimes kind of hard to bite. So I just sat there for a long time and didn't say a thing. The tension started building up during the silence. Like who was going to make the move? I don't know what made me do it, just a nervous reaction I guess, but I reached over and started tickling him. Like we used to wrestle around when Mom first married him-it was so good to have a man around and all.
"Well, just like old times he started wrestling with me. Only it wasn't quite like old times. Pretty soon we'd tumbled to the floor and he was on top of me holding me down. He was laughing, but he was breathing kind of funny. Like he was turned on. I didn't mean to be so abrupt about it, but I had to check him out so I reached my hand between us. It was stiffer than a dead man.
"I don't know why, but I didn't let go of the bugger. Before I knew what I was doing I was yanking on it through the material of his pants. I did it for a couple of minutes, Herman squirmed on top of me enjoying himself. But then a thought came crashing through my head-like I was doing something wrong. I jerked my hand away and tried to roll him off.
"Herman tried to calm me down, but it took a few minutes. He assured me that there was nothing wrong with what we were doing. Said that it was just a natural act. He told me that I was taking a chance of getting pregnant running around with all those guys, and that he knew a way he could keep me pleased that wouldn't get me knocked up.
"He was so reassuring and gentle that I just got all caught up in what he was saying. I felt the zipper on my jeans being undone, the pants sliding down over my hips. The cold air of the room hit me as he stripped away my pants. Then there was the weight sliding down my body, the hot breath on my thighs.
"There couldn't be anything wrong with something this good. He worked his tongue and lips around my pussy and sent me straight to heaven. I'd had a few guys fool around this way, but it was a few brushed of the lips and a little slobber and then their dicks. It was then that I realized that I'd been making it with a bunch of inconsiderate slobs who cared nothing about how a girl felt. They just wanted to get their rocks and run.
"But Herman was a real man. He was making me feel like a woman for the first time in my life. My body was aching all over with strong feelings for what he was doing. He was moving his tongue everywhere-over my pubes, down inside the folds of my pussy, zinging my clit....I had the biggest come I ever had in my life.
"We just lay there relaxing, neither of us making a sound. So much had happened in the last few minutes. Herman was a totally different person to me now. He seemed fuller, more alive. I just had to pay him back. Herman didn't say a word as I slipped off his trousers and shorts. He just stood there and smiled as he ran his hands gently through my hair. I knelt before him, marveling at his magnificent prick.
"I let my head fall forward, opening my mouth to catch that big prick. I held onto his legs for balance as he pushed hard against me, plunging it deep into my mouth. It slid fluidly through my moistened lips and over my dancing tongue. I almost gagged on the size of that prick, but if I could have taken more I would have. For some strange reason, I wanted him to hurt me with that big mother, maybe because of the slight guilt feelings when I thought about what we were doing and what Mom would think if she ever found out. I wanted him to stop being so goddamned gentle. I reached up with one hand and clamed at his hairy butt, pulling him even deeper into my full mouth. He seemed to sense what I wanted, slamming his weight full-force against me. He knew I wanted to beg for it, to suffer, to choke and gag.
"He stood there rigid, me hanging onto his prick and sucking hungrily on it. It was as if my whole life depended on that prick-like it was the staff of life. I kissed that big hunk if meat; loved it, gave it everything I could. My whole being was forced into that red prick that was plunging in and out of my mouth.
"It seemed like forever that I'd been giving him head. My body was being racked with convulsive seizures in response to my own buildup. Soon I was hit like a shot with an orgasm-yes, I actually was so emotionally involved with the blow-job that I had an orgasm myself. But I kept sucking, welded onto that pounding prickhead. I pulled up even closer, trying to ram it down my throat, running the fingers of one of my hands up against his testicles to help milk his load. It was so far into my throat that I had to fight back the desire to vomit, but I had to keep doing it. I needed it. I shoved harder and harder against him, my mind reeling, my body screaming with convulsions.
"When he shot his load into my mouth, I about went through the roof. It felt so oily and good, like it would drown me and run out my nose and eyes and ears. He was giving me all he had to give, and I was more than willing to do the same, to serve him in any goddamned way he wanted me to. He kept thrusting it into my mouth long after he had come. Finally, despite his efforts, his prick began to shrink up until it was only half the size it had been. I took my mouth away, trailing a dew drops of his semen into a string, and looked up at him. There was a grin of complete satisfaction on his face."
The activity between the two continued for several months. However, the guilt feelings inside Rita continued to grow. Each time they had sex together she tried to place herself in a degraded position, as if trying to enjoy himself and punish herself for doing so at the same time. The two never got beyond oralism, although they tried many variations of it, as they didn't want to take the chance of an unwanted pregnancy. Then one night, engaged in a wild session, they had forgotten the time. They didn't even hear Rita's mother when her car pulled in the driveway. When she opened the door, she was presented with the sight of her daughter fellating her husband. The two broke apart in a hurry. Rita turned white with fear. But as she had earlier experienced with Herman, she was to receive a surprise from her mother:
"She just walked over to the couch, dropping her purse onto it. i was wondering when you two would get around to that.' She lit a cigarette. The two remained silent. 'Getting to be a pretty big girl, Rita,' in appraisal of her daughter's ripening charms. 'Like to get in on a little of that action myself."
"I could hardly believe my ears. My mother? Now I'd heard of everything. But at the same time, a big fear was drained from me. It had been mainly the fear of my mother discovering me and Herman that had caused me to have those terrible guilt feelings.
"Wow. Now Mom would join in the fun and games. I could hardly believe it. Now I wouldn't have to go out at all. I could have all the fun I wanted here at home.
"To demonstrate that she meant what she said, Mom started stripping off her waitress outfit. I'd seen her nude before and knew that she had a pretty good body for an old lady. Herman was telling her how we had kept all our activities to the oral forms, and she said she was glad of that so that she wouldn't have to buy me any B.C.'s. She could hardly afford to pay for hers, but she always managed, remembering all those unwanted kids that she had had.
"She and Herman worked out first. I watched him take her like a master there on the couch. He could sure make a woman moan. Like that joke about the guy who had an overabundance of sexual equipment and had to go visit a prostitute to make a whore moan. His big hairy ass bobbed and jiggled as he shot my mom full of that good-time loving. She was no rank amateur herself. She wound her legs around Herman and banged her box right up against his deep strokes. Pretty soon they were both in the spasms of a big come.
"I was getting pretty horny watching them from my chair. Mom looked over and saw me rubbing my legs together, and she pushed Herman off of her and crawled over in front of me. She gave me a look like I'd never seen before and dove downstairs. I'll have to admit that I felt a little funny about the whole scene, like I had the first time with Herman. But once her tongue went to work on my pussy, I forgot all about it. I started rolling my hips around in response to Mom's bath. She parted my lips with her fingers and started blowing hot air on my clit. I could feel it standing up to meet her tongue as it brushed against my trigger and sent chills up my spine.
"I reached down and grabbed Mom's hair as she went about her pleasant task. A cold sweat broke out all over my body and I could hear my heart pounding like a trip-hammer. She expertly brought me through two orgasms, draining every ounce of the startch out of my body."
Her mother then pulled Rita down to the floor beside her. Rita, marveling at her mother's full breasts, began rubbing her hands against them, then moved her head closer to run her tongue over the sweat-soaked surface of them. She became fascinated at the thought of experimenting with another woman as she warmed to the task.
Soon she had worked her way down the body to the older woman's genital area. Finally reaching the lips of her mother's femininity, she spread the lips with her hands and stretched out her tongue hard and firm to touch the clitoris. It began to circle and dive, darting with fluidity and speed, at the object of her mother's greatest pleasure. Rita's mother was lost. Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes as she gasped to control the emotions that were running wild throughout her body. Her massive breasts heaved as her lungs raced to keep up with the rest of her body.
Rita was learning fast. She began to alternate her action of nibbling contact with the more demanding one of suction. She switched from one method to the other, punctuating the actions with an occasional burst of hot breath blown onto the rigid clitoris. Rita locked her hands around her mother's hips in an attempt to control her writhing movements. She nuzzled up tighter against her mother, locking her lips tight around the tiny clitoris, pulling back, then capturing it again to send further sparks through the woman's pleading flesh.
Her mother began moaning as she bucked through a tremendous orgasm, but Rita continued probing the moistened depths of the vagina. She slurped in the hot, sticky outpouring of love, smelling the heady starchiness of it. She sucked and slurped until her mother pushed her away, exhausted by her daughter's onslaught.
Now Rita crawled to the couch where her stepfather was seated. Her hungry mouth wanted more. This time, there would be no need for punishing herself. She felt free.
She positioned herself in front of Herman and ran her hands up and down his hairy thighs. She reached down and brushed her lips against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, nipping up several of his pubic hairs between her teeth and pulling back in a playful tug that caused Herman to jump. She lifted his hardening penis to her cheek, marveling at the shininess to the knob. She let its throbbing heat caress her smooth skin for a few moments. Then, deliberately, with tantalizing slowness, she guided her moist, hot lips to the head of his stiff member. She let her lips play gently over the head of his penis, drawing grunts of approval from the older man. His body began spasms of passion as she blew her familiar breath down on the target of her affections. Then she started working her tongue against his penis head.
As his passion mounted, she darted the tip of her tongue into the opening at the end of his massive shaft. There she let the tongue twirl and lick as he quivered from the contact. Now, with long smooth actions, she began sucking his full length into her mouth and then slowly, with just the right amount of applied pressure, let it slip away. But she never let it slip entirely from her hungry, sipnoning lips. Back and forth she went, cramming it fully into her mouth, then sliding back so that just the penis head was covered. Then she'd sink down, letting her tongue manipulate the shaft and base of his pulsating tool. Herman lay transfixed. His eyes were glazed and he was completely under the hypnotic effect of Rita's demanding mouth.
Suddenly Rita felt a new sensation from behind her. She jumped as she felt something being roughly inserted into her vaginal orifice from behind. Letting go her tight grasp on Herman's organ, Rita looked over her shoulder to see that her mother was humped over her own kneeling figure. With one hand circled around Rita, clenching and unclenching her dangling breasts, her mother was manipulating a large candle into Rita's vagina with the other. Motioning for Rita to continue her assault on her husband's penis, she rubbed her own crotch up against her daughter's flanks and worked the candle.
Rita once again captured Herman's penis in her mouth, working more frantically now as she responded to the feelings of her mother's hands. One hand was dividing its time between her two breasts, pinching, soothing, tweaking, smoothing the buds to erect attention. Her mother was working the candle expertly, in a series of long smooth thrusts, then several short jabs that caused her entire body to buck as she sucked harder at Herman's penis.
She sensed that Herman was about to come, so she tapered off, wanting to wait for her own orgasm. She relaxed the grip of her lips, allowing her tongue to move between her teeth as she danced it over the head. She let the tongue glide along the sides of the shaft, then began licking the underside of its full length down to the testicles. She kissed and sucked at the full sacks, causing Herman to gasp as he tried to hold on for as long as he possibly could.
Again, the pounding candle beginning to take its toll on her own body, she plunged the organ into her mouth in her steady rhythm of lovemaking.
Herman's penis slid in and out of her mouth, Herman now working his hips up and down as he prepared to bring on his orgasm. The organ pushed in and out as Rita tightened and loosened her lips at the right moments to enhance his thrill. She could feel her own insides begin to tighten, mounting before the tidal wave of her own release of passion. Then it happened. At once, the dam of Herman's virility exploded and his hot sperm shot out to flood her oral cavity. A split second later, her own body reached its peak, sending a slamming orgasm racing through her loins. Her mother kept up the movement of the candle, taking her through a series of multiple orgasms, while she rested her head upon Herman's damp thighs.
This was only the first in a series of incestuous orgies involving Rita, her mother and her stepfather. Not once during these series did she has actual coital intercourse with Herman, as they were more caught up with the many forms of oral lovemaking.
It still may have continued had it not been for a disclosure that Rita made to a friend of hers. Not really knowing that her activity was so unusual, never having been taught the moral conventions of the society in which they lived, she thought nothing of talking over her activities with this friend. The friend thought that Rita was joking at first, but as she went on to describe the intimate details of the group's sessions, she became convinced that it was the truth. Shocked by the confession, the girl told her father who in turn informed the authorities at the school that his daughter and Rita attended.
COMMENT:
The case history of Rita and her family should serve to illustrate the opening comments of Dr. Karpman concerning the relation of homosexuality and incest. However, in this case, the two were merged. It is interesting that the compromise that Rita effected played a great part in reducing her guilt feelings that she had earlier develioped during her initial sessions with Herman. Having no moral formation from which to draw upon, her mother was the sole authority in her mind. When her mother approved of, and even particiapted in the activities, Rita's sense of guilt was diminished.
Rita has been placed in a foster home, and is now doing well. Only time will tell if she will carry any deep scares into her adulthood as a result of her involvement with incestuous activity.
