Incest Between ... Uncles And Nieces
by Jack Benjamin


TABLE OF CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER ONE
The Hero Always Gets the Girl
CHAPTER TWO
The Gay Old Dog
CHAPTER THREE
Summer Orgy
CHAPTER FOUR
The Two Worlds of Julie
CHAPTER FIVE
Count on Uncle Charlie, Baby!
CHAPTER SIX
The Collector
CONCLUSION
BIBLIOGRAPHY
INTRODUCTION


"I had my first real sex-I mean all the way screw when I was twelve. Before 
that, I had fooled around a lot, letting guys feel me up, play with my pussy 
and my asshole. I even jerked a couple of guys off, but I never went the 
whole route of fucking until I met Chet. 

"Chet was a man. All the others were boys-just smart-alecks who would have 
panicked if I had said 'yes' to them when they wanted to screw. But Chet was 
something else. He was about forty, and he was taking my mother out once in 
a while. That's how I met him.... 

"Chet and I really hit it off, and I don't know how it might have ended if 
he and my mother hadn't had that auto accident. They were both killed in a 
bad accident, and I found myself alone in the world. My only living relative 
was my mother's youngest brother, Rudy, who lived in a city about two 
hundred miles away.... 

"I got on fairly well in school, but I had grown so used to having money 
available when I wanted something, that I felt lost without it. Marge 
insisted that two bucks a week was plenty for a girl my age, but Rudy used 
to sneak me a few dollars extra, quite often. Rudy owned a garage, and had 
six guys working for him. My mother had told me that he had always been 
crazy about motors and engines and especially cars, even since he was a 
little boy, and he had started small and had built a very good business. He 
wasn't rich, but they lived good and had a real nice home. 

"I guess that's where it all started, between me and Rudy-the sharing of the 
'secret' that he was giving me extra money.... 

"The lonelier I became, the more determined I was that I was going to have 
my way with Rudy. It would be a double victory, because I really wanted to 
find out what he was like in bed. I could tell that he was feeling some of 
the same thing for me, by his eyes, and the way he subtly changed his 
contacts with me. I mean that he began to get me alone when she was out to 
the store, or at some sort of club thing. Marge was a real 'joiner,' all 
filled with the community spirit of sweetness and light, so she was gone a 
couple of nights a week. 

"Rudy began to kiss me-just 'little girl' kisses at first, but I changed 
that quickly. When he kissed me, I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in, 
and that got to him fast. He couldn't help but put his hand on my breast, 
then pull my body in close so that my pussy was rubbing against his cock-and 
I could feel it getting hard right away. We kept it at that for a few days, 
and I even stopped mouthing off to Marge, so she wouldn't suspect anything, 
but both Rudy and I knew that soon, we had to have each other.... 

"We could hardly wait to get at each other. Rudy just swept me into his arms 
as if we had been lovers for years, and he began to take off my clothes, 
kissing me on the breasts, the arms and neck, and finally, on the pussy and 
thighs! I was white hot by the time he got his clothes off, and I couldn't 
keep my hands off him. I wanted to play with his stiff cock, and do 
everything he wanted to make him happy. I hoped that he would want me to do 
things for him that he couldn't get Marge to do, because I was sure that she 
must be a cold-assed tomato in the hay. I wanted Rudy to think of me as a 
woman, and not just his sister's daughter-and to treat me that way.... 

"It was hard for the next few days, to look Marge in the eye without 
laughing in her face. I almost wished that she would catch us, so I could 
enjoy seeing her come apart at the seams, knowing that I had taken her 
husband from her. But we managed to control ourselves, and not give away our 
secret by even a look. Rudy managed to get me some of the birth-control 
pills and I began taking them. He was awfully concerned that I might get 
pregnant, and he told me that it had been so wonderful for him that he 
wouldn't let anything ever stop our lovemaking. 

"I felt happy, but I still couldn't get rid of that feeling that I wanted to 
show Marge up. I wanted something that would remind me always that Rudy was 
my lover, not hers. 

"Then I saw that lovely gold ankle slave bracelet in the jeweler's window, 
and I told Rudy I had to have it. I told him I wanted it engraved with his 
initials and mine, so that I would always have a reminder of our love, day 
and night. Rudy was afraid that Marge would want to see it, and would spot 
the initials and know about us, but I told him that nobody but he and I 
would ever know about it, so he got it for me, engraving and all, about a 
week later.... 

"I told Rudy how I felt and he just looked at me and laughed. 'You're 
something else,' he said, as he took my hand and led me back into his and 
Marge's room. When I crawled onto the bed, it made me feel I had won another 
round in the battle for Rudy. I could hardly wait for him to put his prick 
into me, so I could watch us in the full-length mirror that was hung on the 
wall near the bed. I had been hoping for that for a long time, and now, it 
was going to happen. 

"Rudy crawled on the bed beside me and put his hand on my breast. Both of us 
were facing the mirror, looking at each other in it, smiling and enjoying it 
immensely. I reached behind me and began to play with Rudy's prick. It 
didn't take much playing to get it hard and erect, and I spread myself on 
the bed so that I could still look into the mirror, and spread my legs wide. 

"'Fuck me, honey,' I told Rudy. 'Really give it to me tonight. Fuck me 
rough-make me squeal, daddy.' He pinched one nipple and grinned, 'You're a 
devil, Lori. I'm going to make you holler 'uncle!' " 

"We giggled at the joke and then he crawled on me and began to shove his 
cock into me. Both of us were looking in the direction of the mirror at 
first, getting a real kick out of it, as if we were two different people, 
standing aside and watching the horny couple on the bed, going to town. 

"We were speeding up, ready to explode, when both of us saw her in the 
mirror! Marge was standing there, her eyes black with hate! I just wanted to 
keep on going, and let her suffer some real torment, watching Rudy make me 
come-and in her own bed! But Rudy panicked.... 

* * * 

The above was a condensation of the testimony of Penny K. She and her uncle 
were accused of a murder, and tried in a small Midwestern town. The key to 
the solution was, as she stated, a slave bracelet given to her by her uncle. 

The pair were ultimately convicted-her uncle of second degree murder, and 
Penny of complicity because she withheld information from the police. She 
was charged with being an accessory after the fact, and is now incarcerated 
in a home for juvenile criminals. 

At the time of her trial, she was thirteen years old! We cite this case as 
an example of the many tragic turns that uncle-niece incest may take, and to 
point up that this form of incest is far more common than is supposed. 

It is assumed that the older person in such a sex situation is usually 
responsible, but case records are now proving that this is not necessarily 
true. In a majority of the cases studied, it was the young female who either 
instigated the sex act, or who willingly cooperated with the older male, 
with no coercion involved. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The Hero Always Gets the Girl 

"I had never known a man like Mike. He was so different from all the jerks 
that I grew up with in that hick town. He was the best-looking boy I'd ever 
seen in my life-like a movie star. And the way the girls in his neighborhood 
followed him around-and to think that I was the one that he took out and 
made love to. It made me dizzy, just remembering it. 

"Mike was my dad's youngest brother, and he is only seven years older than I 
am. It may seem funny-the closeness in age, but there were eleven children 
in my father's family. Daddy was the oldest and Mike was the youngest-they 
had big families in the country in those days, I guess. Anyhow, when my dad 
died, I went to live with my grandma and grandpa-my mother had died when I 
was three. Daddy never remarried, but I always had a housekeeper-an old lady 
named Mrs. Baum, who kept house and cared for me. She was nice. She wasn't 
real bossy or anything, and I used to be allowed to do a lot of things. I 
was an only child and daddy spoiled me pretty bad-at least, everyone said 
so. 

"My grandparents had moved to the city a long time ago. My granddad's health 
got bad, and the doctors told him he needed a warmer climate, so they sold 
the farm and moved to California. Granddad was always a tight one with a 
dollar, and they had a pretty nice place. Besides, my dad had left a lot of 
insurance money for my bringing up and schooling, and granddad got a check 
every month that more than paid my way. 

"Mike was the only one still living at home, when I went to live with them. 
He was eighteen then, in his last year of high school, and I was almost 
twelve. I had already started to menstruate and my breasts were taking 
shape. I had quite a bit of hair under my arms and around my pussy, but 
because it was such a light blonde shade, it hardly showed. 

"I think I had a crush on Mike from the first time I laid eyes on him. He 
was so handsome, and always smiling-always kidding and making people laugh. 
I didn't remember much about him when he used to visit us in the country, 
except that he was always teasing me. He hadn't really stopped when I went 
to live with them. 

"Only, his teasing was different, now. He would pinch me on the titty when I 
passed, or grab me by the fanny and goose me. Sometimes, he would grab me 
and hold me close and stick his tongue in my ear until it made me want to 
scream-or he'd stick his tongue into my mouth and get me all excited. Mike 
was strong. He was going to college on a football scholarship, and he had 
been on the wrestling team in high school, and he was a shotputter and 
discus thrower, too, on the track team. 

"He had red hair that laid in soft curls and it made any girl want to just 
run her fingers through it. He was tall, and I heard one girl say he was 
'built like a Greek god.' 

"Anyhow, after my daddy died, it was Mike that made me feel welcome at 
granddad's. They were getting pretty old, and after having that many kids of 
their own, plus a lot of grandchildren running around, I guess they weren't 
too happy to have a young girl around. They were nice enough, but pretty 
old-fashioned and strict. Mike was the only one that could get his way with 
them, and he and I became good buddies right off. 

"When I was about ten, I had begun to masturbate a lot, but after I went to 
live with my grandparents, and Mike began to fool around with my titties and 
my pussy, I did it almost every night when I went to bed. I used to pretend 
that it was his finger that was playing with my knob, or that he was on top 
of me, put ting his cock inside of me. I'd seen a couple doing that down by 
the swimming hole back home, and I watched the way she giggled, then moaned 
and groaned and rolled around, as if she wanted to scream with delight. I 
used to pretend it was that boy that was playing with me or screwing me when 
I masturbated, but now it was always Mike. 

"We had a TV, but grandpa and grandma used to go to bed real early, and they 
never would let me stay up to watch after eight o'clock. But Mike fixed 
that. Nights when he was home, he'd sneak up to my room and tell me to come 
on down and watch TV with him. He always made sure his mother and father 
were asleep first, then he and I would sit in the big armchair and drink 
soft drinks and watch TV. 

"I used to wear a nightie-the old-fashioned, down-to-the-floor kind, and 
when I would sit on Mike's lap he would tickle me. Sometimes he would play 
with the nipples of my breast, or he would run his fingers up and down the 
inside of my thighs-just brushing the lips of my pussy, but not sticking his 
finger in. I used to spread my legs and wish that he would really play with 
me-stick his finger up inside me and rub my clit. But he used to seem to get 
his kicks from just teasing me. 

"I knew that I was beginning to have a nice shape. Boys at school used to 
whistle and a couple of them had even asked me to go to the movies with 
them, but my grandma said I couldn't date until I was sixteen, so that took 
care of that. 

"It wasn't so bad, though, because if there was a good movie on that I 
really wanted to see, Mike would talk them into letting me go with him. We 
always had a real good time. He'd act as if I were his date-you know, put 
his arm around me and feel my titties, or run his hand up under my dress and 
fool with my thighs and rub my pussy lips once in a while. 

"That's where it first happened between me and my Uncle Mike. I don't mean 
intercourse, but this one night, we both knew that it was more than a game 
we were playing. Mike had a car, and this night, we went to a drive-in 
movie. I don't even remember what the movie was. All I can remember is just 
knowing in my bones that Mike was going to do something 'different' to me. I 
just had a feeling like electricity was running up and down my body, and 
Mike was extra quiet on the way to the movie. I noticed that he kept looking 
at my legs. I was wearing a real short skirt, a thin blouse, and no bra. He 
just couldn't seem to concentrate on his driving, but he didn't say much. He 
just kept staring at me out of the corner of his eye. 

"When we parked at the movie, and got the speaker attached, we settled down 
to watch the movie-or I did, anyhow. Mike was still staring at me in the 
dimness. It was as if I could feel his eyes burning holes through my 
clothes. Then he put his arm around me and pulled me close. He said a funny 
thing: he asked me how old I was! He knew perfectly well that I was almost 
thirteen years old. 

"But he didn't wait for an answer. He said, 'Patsy, you're a beautiful girl. 
Did you know that?' Of course I thought I was attractive, but I got a thrill 
hearing Mike say it. He went on, drawing closer to my ear with his lips and 
talking softly. 'I shouldn't say 'girl,' because you're a woman-a lovely, 
budding woman.' As he was saying it, his other hand was running up under my 
skirt and he was feeling my breast with the hand that he had over my 
shoulder. 

"I had always gotten a thrill from his touching me, but this time was 
different. I could feel little twitches starting inside my pussy and running 
up to my scalp. I could almost feel his fingers burning when he touched me. 
I'd had boys at school feel me up, and it gave me some kicks, but nothing 
like Mike's touch. And his lips were close to my ear, whispering and blowing 
softly in it. He knew that always turned me on, and he was pouring it on 
real good. Funny, but I suddenly remembered all the times I had masturbated, 
pretending Mike was making love to me, and here we were, all alone, and he 
was starting to do all the things I'd dreamed of him doing to me. 

"I turned toward him and opened my lips. His arms closed around me and his 
tongue shot into my mouth. Almost without thinking, I reached out for the 
bulge in the front of his pants. I could see his cock getting hard for the 
last five minutes, and I just wanted to touch it, maybe stroke it or kiss 
it! 

"Mike's tongue was driving me crazy, flicking in and out of my mouth. He 
freed one hand and rubbed my breast, and I really caught fire. I unzipped 
his pants and took his prick out. I ran my hand up and down it, feeling it 
and stroking it. I could hear Mike begin to gasp and to breathe heavily as 
his fingers grew more insistent on my breasts. He was actually hurting me as 
he dug his nails into the soft flesh, but it was a delicious hurt and I 
never wanted him to stop. 

"I kept on playing with his cock and it throbbed and jumped in my hand. Mike 
kept getting more excited and he stopped kneading my breast and instead, he 
slid his hand down behind me, then up under my dress and began to pull off 
my panties. I lifted up to help him, and he dropped them on the floor. He 
crawled down on the floor, and pulled my legs sideways so he could reach my 
pussy, and he spread my legs and plunged his mouth down onto my pussy! 

"It was like a tongue of flame being shoved into my cunt, and I 
automatically grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer to me. He 
began to push his tongue into my pussy, touching the knob with every 
movement of it, and I began to heave my butt in rhythm with his tonguing. 

"I was astonished when I came inside a minute ! It was my first real come 
with another person involved, and it happened so fast that it startled me. I 
gasped and moaned while Mike kept on sucking my clit and digging his nails 
into the soft flesh of my thighs. His cock was still out, standing up stiff 
and proud. I could see it in the dimness, and I could only think of one 
thing: I wanted to suck it! I wanted to feel it in my mouth and to tongue it 
and make Mike as thrilled as he had made me. 

"I pushed him away and said bluntly, 'I want to kiss yours, Mike.' He looked 
at me in a strange way, but he scrambled back onto the seat and I crawled 
down so I was on my knees between his legs. I took his cock in my hand and 
began to lick it, going up and down the shaft of it, running my tongue 
around the rim of the head, and finally, I plunged it as deep into my mouth 
as I could, using a sucking motion all the while. 

"I could feel Mike trembling and hear him panting and saying, 'Oh, God-oh, 
God-do it, baby-do it!' 

"Before I realized what was happening, my mouth was flooded with his hot, 
sticky semen. It came out in such strong jets that all I could do was to 
swallow it and keep on sucking. He was bucking with his ass to make the last 
little throb of joy last longer, and then he pushed me away, I thought maybe 
I had displeased him, but he said, 'Look, honey-we've got to get out of 
here! I've got to do you up good, and have some more of you, and this damned 
place is too wide open!' 

"He started the car and I nestled beside him. His pants were still unzipped 
and I put my hand inside and played with his half-stiff prick. He smiled at 
me and told me it felt so good that I Wouldn't be sorry when we got to a 
place where we could be alone and he could thrill me. 

"He headed out of town, and near the outskirts, he stopped at a motel. It 
was a small place and it looked pretty dead. He told me to stay in the car 
and he went in and got a room. The old lady didn't even look out, although I 
was squeezed down on the seat so she couldn't have seen me if she had 
looked. Mike got a single bed place, and we drove to the last cabin in the 
group. He had told the manager that he wanted to be as far back from the 
road as he could, so he could get a good night's sleep, and she had given 
him the very last one. 

"When I walked in, I felt strange-not guilty, but queer. I had never been 
inside a motel before, and I don't know what I expected, but it was nice and 
clean, and that was all that counted. Mike flipped on the lights and then he 
took me in his arms and kissed me. 'Don't be scared, Marlene,' he said 
gently. 'I love you, and I promise I won't hurt you. You'll see. Just trust 
me.' 

"I was still heated up and excited from sucking his prick and playing with 
it in the car, and I knew that he meant that he wanted to do more than just 
lick my pussy. He wanted to fuck me. I could tell by the way he kept looking 
at me while I undressed and he stripped. 

"When I was naked, I laid down on the bed with my legs spread. I noticed 
that the nipples of my breasts were hard and standing up. Mike had begun to 
get a real good hard-on again, and he walked over and sat beside me on the 
bed, his hands on either side of me. He leaned over and kissed my nipples, 
then my stomach and finally, he began to stick his tongue up inside my 
aching, wet cunt. I could hardly wait. I reached out and began to jerk his 
cock, but he took my hand away and climbed on the bed, taking a position 
between my outstretched legs. He was on his knees, and his prick stood up 
stiffly. He said, 'Don't be scared, honey. Just try to relax and tell me if 
I hurt you, so I can change around. It might hurt a little bit when I shove 
it in, but in a couple of minutes, you'll forget all about it-it will be so 
good for you!' 

"I was nervous, but not about his hurting me-I just wanted to get going, so 
I could see if it was as wonderful as I had imagined, having a man fuck me! 

"Mike lowered his body after he had put both pillows under my fanny to raise 
it up to meet the level of his prick. He was on his knees and he edged up 
closer to my pussy until the head of his cock just brushed the lips of my 
cunt. He spread the lips of it with one hand and took his prick in the 
other, and then he slowly began to lower his body. 

"When I felt the head of it entering my pussy, it felt so big and round and 
hard that I wondered if Mike had been lying to me about how much it might 
hurt. It didn't seem possible that he could get that big thing inside me, 
but it didn't really hurt. He worked slowly, inching a little bit more of 
his prick inside me with each stroke. As I got wetter and hotter, his prick 
slid in easier. I put my legs up high and let them rest on the back of his 
hips, and I felt his cock going in real deep. It did hurt, but it began to 
feel so good, like he said it would, that I wasn't even aware of any pain 
after the first minute or so. When he had it going in and out smoothly, Mike 
let his weight down on my body a little more, and he reached under me with 
one hand and held my ass, pulling me up to meet his thrusts. 

"I began to moan and writhe, it was so wonderful. I wanted to just take him 
all the way inside me and keep him there forever. He leaned forward and 
began kissing my lips and eyes and neck, and I was on a cloud! I was 
somebody different, and I was standing beside the bed and looking at every 
movement I made. I kept soaring higher and higher, getting dizzy from the 
ecstasy, and then a shower of stars burst inside my cunt! 

"Mike was pumping fast now, and I was lunging upward to meet him. His cock 
was touching the very depths of my cunt, but it was massaging the little 
knob as it went in and out, and I had my first real fucking orgasm! Mike 
came about a second or two later, and we just let go, rolling around the 
bed, biting, kissing, thrusting and coming. I had another lightning climax 
just as Mike was slowing down, and when he relaxed, his cock still in me, I 
put my arms around him and hugged him to my body. 

"He asked, 'Was it good for you, baby?' I told him in gasps, that it was too 
wonderful to even describe, and that I wanted more of it. 

"He said that we would have to be going, so grandpa didn't suspect anything, 
because Mike always had me home when he had said he would, before. But he 
did take time to kiss my breasts and suck my cunt a little, and he told me I 
should wash it out real good in the bathroom, then take a pee. 

"I did what he said, and he got dressed and helped me into my clothes, 
kissing me and feeling me up all the while. I wished that we could stay all 
night, naked, together like we were, but Mike grinned and said that there 
would be a lot of nights like that from now on-and there were-even better 
ones!" 

A study of young girls who are addicted to masturbation reveals that almost 
100 percent of them fantasize about a close relative-that is, during their 
early teen and subteen years. 

Statistics are deceiving concerning incest, for the simple reason that all 
families consider it sinful and shameful and tend to try to cover it up at 
all costs. 

Marlene was in a classic position to engage in an incestuous relationship 
with her uncle, for several reasons. She had lived for the past few years in 
an atmosphere of masculinity, for after her mother died, Marlene lived with 
her father. That she formed an attachment for him is undoubtedly true, even 
though she may not have realized that she had also formed a sexual 
attachment to him. 

As her body was developing into that of a young woman, she was also 
developing the mating instincts of all girls. It is well to note that 
psychiatrists are in complete accord that a young girl is at her sexually 
aggressive peak between the ages of twelve and sixteen. 

When her father passed away, Marlene doubtless felt forlorn and desolated. 
Her father had been the center of her life, which meant that she needed a 
strong male figure to replace him. 

Placed in the care of her aging grandparents, Marlene deeply felt the lack 
of communication, the fact that they had nothing in common. 

It was quite natural that she would fall in love with (infatuated with is a 
better phrase) the first young male who came along. That Mike was handsome, 
athletic, jovial and, as we have seen, able to communicate with Marlene at 
her level of intelligence and emotion, merely enhanced the chances that 
incest would result. 

Medical science has established firmly that a child's first spiritual and 
sexual attachment is connected with a member of the immediate family-usually 
of the opposite sex. Boys usually form a strong attachment for their mother 
or an older sister-or, if she is in close enough contact, an aunt. 

Girls quickly throw off the natural "mother attachment" and become 
enraptured with an older brother or the father. When the father image is 
removed (as it was in Marlene's case), the sexual and emotional attachment 
is usually transferred to the nearest male, of whatever age. In cases where 
a young girl is bereaved of her father at an early age, she invariably 
instigates sexual contact with a brother, regardless of his age. Many case 
histories show that in brother-sister incest, it is the girl who usually 
triggers the sex. play and pushes it through to consummation of the sex act 
in full intercourse. 

There is a natural awareness in the minds of most young people, male or 
female, that incest is wrong-not so much morally or on religious grounds, 
but because of a danger of disrupting the family structure, if found out. 
Usually, after a few childish experiments such as playing "Doctor," or 
merely exploring the organs of the other sibling, the child is satisfied and 
soon his attention is transferred to an area outside the family, as he 
enters school. 

"Out of sight, out of mind" seems to apply aptly in most cases of early sex 
play with a relative, and as the focus of his activities shifts to other 
arenas, so does the child's sex interests. 

None of these elements was present in Marlene's case. She had been an only 
child who had lost her mother and then her father, thus, any thoughts on the 
matter of "breaking up a home" were not forthcoming to her. Death had 
already destroyed all her close family ties. As she matured and began to 
function as a young lady (menstruation, growth of pubic hair) she also began 
to develop emotionally into a young woman. 

Mike, although her uncle, was a stranger to her. He was young, handsome, 
happy-go-lucky-and, most important, he was close at hand. Mike quickly saw 
the budding young breasts and the changing of her body from a gangly stage 
to a curvesome one, and he made tentative passes at her (feeling her 
breasts, tongue kissing, etc.) to see just how grown up Marlene was. Beyond 
doubt, had she objected or "tattled" to her grandparents, Mike would have 
desisted, but when she responded, no matter how coyly, incest was bound to 
result. 

Once aroused, Marlene could not help herself. As she masturbated, she 
fantasized about Mike. She saw him many times each day. She came to "hero 
worship" him for his good looks and gay manner, as well as his athletic 
prowess. He was a ready-made, ideal sex partner, and Marlene sensed it 
instinctively. 

She felt no guilt, as we pointed out before, because she saw no danger to 
the family relationships, and also, because Mike was, in effect, a total 
stranger. 

Under different circumstances, there is little doubt that Marlene would have 
settled upon a sex object, of whatever age that was available and willing. 
This is not to blame her for the incestuous relationship, but merely to 
accent her strong part in developing it. As we shall see later, it was not a 
game with her, nor a brief fling, as it might have been to a much more 
mature young lady. Mike became her idol-her man, in a very real sense. 

Many women have admitted that they never entirely forget their first sexual 
affair, nor do they ever quite relinquish a "certain" close feeling for the 
man who first deflowered them. Marlene was no exception. As time passed, and 
other boys began to become important to her, she was able to put Mike aside 
for a time, but always, he was "the one"-the man to whom she had willingly 
surrendered her virginity. 

In his excellent book, Sex Is Everywhere, sexologist Gordon B. Strunk points 
out some interesting sidelights to incestuous behavior. He says: "Sexual 
fondling of young children by adults and adolescents, such as aunts and 
uncles who pretend to cuddle and love, account for a large number of 
incestuous relationships later on, including the performance of intercourse. 

"Accomplished intercourse unfortunately affects future adjustments to sexual 
normalcy in addition to the sordid immediate effects on the individuals 
involved. Though not clearly defined as yet, there seems to be a clear 
tie-in with early incestuous acts and later homosexuality-particularly in 
the case of the female. 

"Very often, she is abused by a relative and becomes wary, then bitter to 
all males. This ultimately drives her to the more gentle and 'emotional' 
love of woman for woman, and often, the lesbianism lasts for life. 

"Another factor in later development of sex patterns is the fact of guilt. 
Since most civilized human societies have strong taboos against incest, the 
young child eventually finds that what he has done (or is still doing) is 
considered wrong, sinful and immoral, by any yard stick he may apply to 
it-the law, the family, the church and the community in which he lives. 

"Thus, the seeds of guilt are deeply embedded, and we often find that the 
person who has engaged in a lengthy or disastrous incestuous affair, 
subconsciously seeks to be punished for his guilt. If, on the other hand, 
this individual places the entire blame on a member of the opposite sex, it 
is but a short step to hating and fearing any member of the opposite sex. 

"Prostitutes have revealed that a large percentage of them actually hate 
men, because their first sexual experiences were at the hands of a close 
relative, or if not, then a brutish, uncaring male." 

It would seem then, that Marlene had escaped all the more dire results of 
incest, but the human ego is not that simple to put aside. Marlene, in 
addition to giving her body to Mike, had given him her total love. She did 
not truly love her grandparents. Her own parents were dead. All the love she 
was capable of feeling, went to her uncle, Mike. When the relationship broke 
off, as it had to when Mike left for college, Marlene's world came tumbling 
down about her head. It was an even more shattering loss than that of her 
father, since her love for Mike took the form of boy-girl "fun," as well as 
being the love of a rapidly maturing woman for an adult man. 

In this situation, it was natural that Mike would be the one to develop 
guilt feelings. Naturally, his first thought was to break off the affair 
before something tragic occurred-such as Marlene getting pregnant. 

However, Mike was not a usual, run-of-the-mill young man. He had had sexual 
intercourse with a neighbor girl when he was thirteen. He had been caught, 
the first time, and his parents had made his life a virtual prison. He never 
dated until they died, when Mike was seventeen, and this left him with a 
severe fear of women. Mike did not date much in high school and when he did, 
it was merely to escort a girl to a game or a school dance, then bid her 
good-bye. 

When Marlene appeared on the scene, Mike made the same immature mistake that 
many child molesters, seducers and rapists make-he thought of Marlene as a 
"child," a toy that he could have fun with. He didn't count on her being 
able to arouse him fully to the point where he would want to possess her 
sexually, and before he realized it, his emotions and passions had gotten 
out of his control. 

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," the poet says, and it is a truism 
that cannot be contradicted. Fury knows no age limits; a young snake is as 
deadly as a full grown one. In a few short months, a lion cub becomes as 
dangerous as the mother or father, and thus it is with humans. Hate can be 
an overpowering emotion that leads to the destruction of the hated as well 
as the hater. 

Let us continue with Marlene's account of her passionate affair with "Uncle 
Mike." 

"After that first time in the motel, I couldn't get enough of Mike. I 
thought about him at school, at home, when I went to bed at night. He was 
there all the time, as I had seen him, naked, all man! When the boys began 
to ask me to go out, I guess they thought I was a snob, because when I'd 
look at them, I mentally compared them with my uncle Mike, and they didn't 
interest me at all. 

"I guess I was dreading it all along, but I still wasn't ready to give Mike 
up when he left for college. We had a wonderful summer together. Mike had to 
report to college early to begin football practice with the freshman team, 
and we crowded everything we could into the few weeks he had until college. 
We used to go swimming at night. We'd go to the beach and build a fire. It 
was like we were the only ones in the whole world, and after the fire died 
down, we would always make love-lots of different ways. 

"One weekend, we went up to a cabin in the mountains that was owned by the 
father of one of Mike's buddies, and we were all alone-like being married. 

"Mike was awfully horny that time, and for the first time, he had me in the 
asshole! I don't know just how it all started. I remember that he was 
kissing my body all over. We had already fucked the regular way. We had 
hiked through the woods most of the afternoon, and we were both tired, so I 
just laid there and let Mike smother my body with kisses and caresses. He 
rolled me onto my stomach and began to kiss the back of my neck, then down 
to my fanny, between my thighs-he made me tingle all over. Then, without 
warning, I began to menstruate! I jumped and ran for the bathroom and 
inserted a sanitary napkin. I was embarrassed, of course, and all I could 
think of was to apologize to Mike for spoiling our weekend together. He 
waved his hand and said it didn't matter, but it mattered to me. I was hot 
as hell every time I had the rag on, and I wouldn't leave him alone. I kept 
on fooling around and kissed his naked body all over, and finally, I got him 
good and hard. 

"I told him that I would suck him off, that there was no point in both of us 
going without, but he balked. He said it wasn't fair to me, and he convinced 
me that he really was too tired. I asked him to rub my legs and back. The 
muscles in the back of my legs were tired and sore, and he got some body 
lotion that I had brought, and while I relaxed on my stomach, Mike began to 
rub my back. When he moved down to my thighs, I was feeling so sleepy and 
relaxed that I didn't even notice that he was working on the cheeks of my 
ass. He would push hard on them, spreading them open so that he could see my 
asshole real good, close up. 

"He didn't say a word. He was naked all the time, and suddenly, I felt him 
on his knees between my legs. He leaned forward and I felt his cock brushing 
the crack of my ass. I thought he was just teasing me, and that he wouldn't 
put his cock into my cunt when I was bleeding the way I was. I hadn't 
noticed that he had smeared the body lotion all over the end of his cock. 
The next thing I knew he was shoving it up my asshole! 

"It hurt like hell, and for some strange reason, it made me furious! I guess 
I'd heard the kids pop off about being 'cornholed,' and all that dirty 
stuff, but I never believed that people really did that! I tried to roll 
away, but Mike put one hand down on the small of my back and held me down 
while he kept on shoving his cock into my asshole, deeper with every jab. 

"Then he just let his whole weight down on me, holding me almost helpless, 
while he reached around under me and shoved one finger up inside my cunt and 
began to rub my clit in rhythm with the pokes of his prick up my ass! 

"I began to relax as his cock slid in and out a lot easier, and besides, he 
was turning me on with his fingering and there was a funny wonder or 
curiosity building up inside my brain. I wondered how many other ways there 
were to have sex, that I had never dreamed of! And at the end, I was really 
beginning to enjoy it! Mike took his finger out of my cunt and concentrated 
on his own come, so I just put my finger inside me and masturbated myself. I 
came when I felt his hot load of juice shooting deep into my asshole, and it 
wasn't bad. Not as good as being fucked, but still, it was satisfying. 

"When Mike collapsed and lay beside me, breathing hard, I was proud, in a 
silly way. There was nothing that I wouldn't do to please him, and now, I'd 
learned another way-a way that might come in handy, when I was menstruating, 
or when Mike was in the mood for something different. 

"He started to apologize, but. I shut him off with a kiss. I told him it was 
all right-that anything that pleased him was all right with me. He laid 
there a long time with me in his arms, and I finally fell asleep. 

"In the morning, he explained what had happened to him. He said that he had 
heard the guys talking about ass-fucking, and he had always wondered about 
it. He said he never would try it with a guy, like some of the guys bragged 
that they had done, but that it still intrigued him. He said he wouldn't ask 
me to do it that way anymore, and I could see he really was ashamed; He felt 
bad too, because I could suck him off, or let him shove it up my ass, but 
there wasn't much he could do to really make me come when I was 
menstruating. 

"When we got home, Mike started to get ready to go off to college, and 
although the school was only a little more than a hundred miles away, I felt 
like he was going to another world. I felt a lot worse than I had when my 
dad died, but then, I loved Mike a lot more than I ever had loved anyone. 

"We had one good night together before he left-and it turned out later to be 
the most important night we'd ever spent together. The only thing that 
spoiled it was that I cried almost all night. I was like a baby, crying for 
a bottle. I just hated to even go to sleep, knowing that I would be wasting 
all those hours. We went to the same motel where I first had Mike, but this 
time it seemed ugly and dirty. 

"Mike was sweet-the sweetest he'd ever been. He said he just wanted to have 
me the straight way-that he wanted to just thrill the both of us by locking 
our bodies together by intercourse. We had intercourse twice, then I kissed 
him until he was ready again, and then we had a third fuck. I could always 
go longer than Mike, and he was pooped when he finished. He fell asleep in 
my arms, and I think I stayed awake until daylight, just holding him and 
feeling sorry for myself at losing him. We had already talked about how I 
could visit him some weekends, but all that seemed so far away and so 
impossible, that it didn't help. 

"We went home very early. I had said I was staying with a girl friend, and 
Mike was supposed to have been with a fellow who was also going to college 
with him. Because Mike was leaving that morning, he said he would pick me up 
and bring me home early so I could go to the bus depot with him, and grandpa 
didn't suspect a thing. 

"I don't know how I ever kept from fainting or going into hysterics when he 
climbed on that bus and waved good-bye. Then he was gone. I was alone again. 
I tried to tell myself that I could hang on to the dreams and memories, but 
I was kidding myself. I needed him. I wanted him to belong to me forever. I 
didn't want to be away from him even one day! 

"I couldn't concentrate on school when it started. I began to get skinny, 
and nervous, and then, the whole world turned black. I had tried to put any 
worry aside, but it was there all the time after I missed my first period. I 
knew I was pregnant! I had all the symptoms-nausea, pains inside my body-and 
I had already begun to show a little bulge. I figured it out on a calendar 
and I knew I had to be at least three months gone! 

"I panicked. I couldn't tell my grandparents-it would have killed 
them-especially if they thought that Mike was the father. Probably my 
grandpa would have killed me, for get ting his 'baby' in such a jam. But 
most of all, I was worried about what Mike would say or do. 

"I had no one to turn to. Panic began to really get to me. I even thought of 
committing suicide, but that mood didn't last long. I guess I began to think 
like a woman for the first time, because I sat down and analyzed the whole 
thing. I came up with the thought that, this was what had happened, so we 
had to work it out-me and Mike. And, in a vague way, I did want to have the 
baby, even though I hadn't the slightest idea of what I'd do for a living. 
Mike had to work for his meals and board at college, and there wouldn't be 
any left over to see after me or a baby. Grandpa was out. He was pretty 
strait-laced, and I didn't have the guts to tell him. I didn't feel close 
enough to anyone to even let on, so I just stood still and did nothing. 

"It was one of the teachers at school that spotted my condition and cornered 
me and put it right point blank. Miss Felton was her name, and she asked me 
right out if I was pregnant. I was desperate enough by then to blab to 
anybody. I wasn't a grown woman-I was just a scared, lonely little girl, who 
was not yet fourteen. 

"I thought she would turn me in, but she didn't. She was so nice. She said I 
should keep quiet about it and we would work something out-somehow. I had to 
believe in somebody, so I did what she said. 

"A week later, she told me that she had it all arranged. I would stay with 
her until the baby came, then all the expenses would be paid by a family who 
would take the baby and raise it as their own. 

"It was an out, but I wondered if Mike would hate me for giving his baby 
away. I hadn't told him-Miss Felton said I shouldn't, but I had to give him 
a chance, so I called him collect at the school. 

"I almost came apart at the seams at his reaction. He screamed at me-called 
me a dumb little bastard-he even said it probably wasn't his baby, because 
he knew what a hot little ass I had! 

"He said that if I ever told his mother and father, he'd beat the hell out 
of me, and that he would deny the whole thing anyhow! I was in a daze after 
talking to him, and I just stayed at Miss Felton's-Irma's. I never went back 
to my grandparents. I wrote a note and told them that I couldn't stand 
living there anymore, and that I was running away. I guess they never did 
notify the cops or anyone, because there was nothing in the papers about it. 

"Even the school didn't dig much. I wrote a note and said I was transferring 
to a school back east, and I guess they thought 'good riddance,' because 
that was all there was to it. 

"I came to adore Irma in the next few months. She was so good to me-so kind 
and understanding. I guess I lived there almost a month before she let me 
know what she was doing all this for. I suppose you've already guessed that 
she was a lesbian. But she is the kindest, gentlest person I have ever known 
in my life. I was so hungry for some loving that when she began to massage 
my breasts one night, then kiss them and suck on the nipples, I wouldn't 
have been able to resist anyone-man or woman or child. I had become so used 
to have Mike love me, and for me to love, and it smashed me all up inside, 
the way he had talked to me. 

"I loved him, but at the same time, I hated his guts! He acted as if it was 
all my fault, that he had nothing to do with it! Sure, I was a dumb little 
bastard, but if he was so smart, I don't know why he didn't at least use a 
safety! He knew I was menstruating, and that should have told him that I 
could get pregnant. All he ever said was, 'Take a pee, honey, and wash it 
out good with warm, soapy water!' Big, wonderful man of the world. 

"Anyhow, by the time the baby came, I was already in love with Irma. I knew 
that nobody could ever match her for kindness and sweetness, and her 
lovemaking was as sweet and satisfying as I'd always dreamed of. I had 
learned to perform cunnilingus for her, just the way she liked it, and she 
was so patient with me, while my stomach was all swelled up and I felt like 
I was a freak. 

"When the baby was born, I asked for something to put me to sleep. I didn't 
want to see it, and I never did. It was adopted when it was three days old. 
All I know is that it was a girl. I don't know what it weighed, what color 
eyes or hair it had-nothing. Irma felt it was best that way. I don't think 
of it often, except to wonder a little bit whether it looked like me or 
Mike. 

"Irma and I moved to a new neighborhood on the far side of the city, after 
she asked to be transferred. It was a lot easier. I didn't have to sneak 
around, afraid someone who knew me would see me and blab to my grandparents 
or to the school authorities. 

"I wanted to quit school, but Irma insisted I go, so I took her name and 
passed as her younger sister. That made our living together a lot safer, 
too. We stayed together and were desperately in love for three years. When I 
graduated from high school, I was really a grown-up person. And why not? An 
incestuous affair with an uncle that had given me a baby-then three years 
with a lesbian. God, did I ever feel I was older than seventeen! 

"I took a job as a waitress when I was through school. I was on a moddy kick 
where I wanted to see what the world of men-and 'straight' women-was all 
about. I tried to be obvious with guys that looked okay, and a lot of them 
asked me for dates. But I just froze up. I couldn't let any of them put his 
arm around me or kiss me, let alone feel me up or undress me. I wanted it, 
but I couldn't have it. 

"I've read a lot since then-psychology books and stuff, and I guess I feel 
guilty about the baby, about the incest, about becoming a lesbian-about my 
whole life since my father died. I may be able to break out of it someday 
and live a regular life. Right now, I live with two other girls and they are 
both lesbians. I have sex often, but it doesn't turn me on anymore. I don't 
know if it ever will, or if I'll ever be able to know a man's body again. 
I'm not ready to try it yet. It seems like I'm in a cage, with the key 
hanging right outside, where I can reach it, but when I start to-it 
disappears, almost as if it were all a nightmare. 

"If I can save enough money, maybe I'll go to a psychiatrist. I don't 
believe in that 'headshrinking' shit, but I don't know what else to do. I 
don't want to stay this way, and I'm afraid to have a man fuck me, because I 
have that big hang-up about the baby. If I ever do find a man that loves me, 
I'll have to tell him the whole rotten story, and risk losing him. But if he 
can stick with me, after hearing my sad story, I know he and I will be able 
to work it outmake it work-all the way." 

NOTE: Marlene, as of this writing, has taken the first step toward 
self-help. She has attended several group therapy sessions and seems much 
encouraged at the lifting of even a small part of her guilt feelings. 
Perhaps as time goes by, with private sessions, she will, as she so 
desperately wishes to, "make it work-all the way." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The Gay Old Dog 

"I'd seen my uncle Mark a lot of times, of course, but he always seemed so 
much older than my daddy, and my other uncles that he was more like a 
grandfather to me than an uncle. He was almost twenty years older than my 
mother. He was her oldest brother, and I only saw him once in a while, and 
always when there was a whole bunch of 'family' around. 

"It was a lot different when my dad died, and he came to live with us. I 
guess I knew from the first day he got there that he was-well, different. 
The way he looked at me, and a couple of times, the things he said. I was 
only ten, and I didn't have any titties yet, but he used to like me to sit 
on his lap, and he'd put his hands on my breasts and play with the nipples. 
It made me feel sort of funny, even then, but my mother never thought 
anything of it. She thought that it was nice that he liked me so well. 

"A kid never really knows what an uncle or cousin or an old friend of the 
family is pulling. Looking back, I remember a dozen men who used to play 
with my pussy while they pretended to be just 'loving' me, and neither of my 
parents thought a damned thing about it. I know this: when I was six or so, 
I was so used to having my cunt fingered that I masturbated almost every 
day. I didn't even have any 'daydreams' about it-I just finger-fucked 
myself, because it felt good. It never was as good when I did it as it was 
when some man was doing it, but still, it was better than nothing. 

"I never used to use anything else but my finger, not for a long time. Then 
I tried a weiner! Another girl and me were fooling around at her house one 
day-she was older than I was-and she told me that a weiner worked good, so I 
tried it. I guess it was almost like being screwed, now that I think of it. 

"Anyhow, to get back to my uncle Mark. I was always my daddy's favorite, and 
when he died, I felt like I was all alone, because my mother was always busy 
with my two brothers. They're twins, and they were only three when my daddy 
died. I guess it wasn't her fault. Somebody has to look after kids that 
young all the time. ' 

"That's why my uncle Mark came to live with us. My mother just couldn't find 
anyone that would watch the babies-at least, not at the price she could 
afford. We didn't live in a big city, where they have a lot of day 
nurseries. She had to ask friends, and there wasn't much insurance money 
left. I don't know what kind of work she would have got anyhow-she never 
worked at anything all her life, except being a housewife. 

"She called my uncle and he came to see us. He was a salesman and he covered 
the whole state, so it really didn't matter much if his headquarters were in 
our town, or where he had lived for years-a city about sixty miles away. So 
he came to live with us. 

"I had never really known him, so I didn't know if I liked him or not. All I 
remembered was that he always held me on his lap and played with me, and he 
always gave me money-dimes or quarters. A little kid judges people by what 
they do for them, not by what they really are, so I guess I thought Uncle 
Mark was okay. 

"He started right away. Almost the first night he was there, my mother went 
over to a neighbor's house for something, and she had hardly got out of the 
door before Mark had me on his lap. I was watching TV, and he picked me up-I 
was lying on my stomach on the floor and held me in his lap. I could feel 
his hot hand through my panties, and I knew what he was going to do. He gave 
me the usual jazz-you know-'My, my-haven't we grown up into a pretty young 
lady-' that sort of thing. He kept on kissing me on the cheek, and after a 
while he turned my face and kissed me on the mouth. 

"I guess I let go. I didn't mean to, but I missed my daddy-really, I missed 
a man paying attention to me, so I kissed him back. Before I knew it, we 
were sucking tongue-long, juicy kisses and all the while he was shoving his 
finger up inside my pussy, tickling my clit and making me sweat and pant. I 
didn't know what it was I wanted, but I remember that I spread my legs wider 
all the time so he could go deeper with his finger. 

"My mother came back that night and he just pretended that I was sitting on 
his lap and doing nothing. I had sense enough to pretend, too, and my mother 
just smiled and went to the kitchen and did something or other. 

"Uncle Mark kissed me on the cheek quickly and said 'We'll have lots of fun 
together, Ruthie,' and he put me down on the chair we'd been sitting in and 
went into the kitchen and talked to my mother. I went to bed right after 
that, but I masturbated, and I think it was the first time that I imagined 
it was his finger inside me, instead of just mine. 

"Like I said, he was gone a lot at first. I don't know if it was because of 
me or not, but he asked to be put on a route where he could be home every 
night, and in a couple of weeks, his company worked it out for him. My 
mother thought it was wonderful of him to give up money in order to be close 
to us, to help us more. She never did get wise, I guess-until it was way too 
late. 

"Uncle Mark never paid any attention to the boys. Oh, he'd look at them once 
in a while, or tweak their cheeks, but it was me he was interested in. He 
began to offer to 'babysit' so my mother could go out more often. I remember 
him always telling her: 'You're still a young, attractive woman, Ella. Life 
can't stop just because Jack died. Get out more. Live a little before you're 
too old to enjoy it-like me!' 

"My mother ate it up. She was always telling people how wonderful her 'big 
brother' was to her and her kids-but, believe me, he was getting what he 
wanted, all the time. 

"Mom did start to go out more often. Not with men-just to neighborhood 
doings or friends' houses to play penny-ante poker-things like that. I never 
did see a man with her-at least, they never came to the house. Uncle Mark 
really did support the whole family, all the way. There were three bedrooms 
in our house. My mother slept downstairs with the twins, and I slept 
upstairs, and Uncle Mark's room was next to mine. He said it was best that 
way, because then my mother wouldn't have to be running upstairs at night to 
see about the twins. And also, he wouldn't be awakened if they fussed or 
cried, as he had to get up real early every morning. Anything he wanted, he 
got. My mother thought he was just made of solid gold. If she had only 
known! 

"The first time he really did anything except play with my pussy was when I 
was about ten years old. He came home late that night. We'd all been in bed 
for quite a while, and I was asleep. So was my mother. He made sure she was, 
I'm positive, before he came into my bedroom. He was stark naked! When I 
woke up, he had crawled into bed with me and I could feel his bare skin 
close to me. I wore a nightgown and it was always pulled way up around my 
neck from my twisting and tossing in my sleep. I could also feel his 
hands-one rubbing my ass cheeks and the other shoved between my legs from 
the front. 

"Funny, but I wasn't scared when I awoke. I knew it was him, and I knew he 
wouldn't hurt me. I guess maybe he had already began to get me hot with his 
feeling and rubbing, because when I woke up, I just turned over and he 
pulled me close to him. He began to kiss me and I kissed him back-tonguing 
his mouth and wiggling closer to him. His hand was on my ass-cheeks and one 
finger was shoved into my asshole-not deep, but it tickled and made me feel 
funny between my legs. 

"I felt his cock pushing against my stomach, and he began to squinch down in 
the bed so that it was even with my cunt, but he didn't try to put it in. He 
just rubbed it so that it went in between my legs, rubbing the lips of my 
pussy. 

"He kept going down farther, kissing my neck, then my nipples and my 
stomach, and he twisted me around so that I was on my back. He spread my 
legs and moved down so that his head was between my legs. I could feel his 
hot breath on my wide-open pussy. I knew he was going to kiss it and stick 
his tongue inside, like he did my mouth, and I was squirming and panting for 
breath. 

"When he put his mouth on the lips of my pussy and spread the lips with his 
fingers, I thought I'd faint-it made me feel so-so drunk! guess that's what 
it feels like to be drunk, anyhow. My head was going around and all I could 
think of was for him to put his tongue inside and touch my knob, like he did 
with his finger. I automatically reached down and pulled his head in closer, 
and he began to run his tongue in and out of my cunt. 

"I was numb with the pleasure it brought to my whole body. It was so 
warm-his tongue-it slipped in and out so easily, and when he began to nibble 
at my clit, I discovered for the first time that he wore false teeth! I knew 
from the way he was biting down on my knob that it should really hurt a 
little. Instead, it felt wonderful ! 

"I just kept having one spasm of joy after another. I suppose it wasn't 
really an orgasm, but it just left me weak, but feeling like I was as light 
as a feather, floating on the air. 

"Uncle Mark rolled over so that I was straddling his face, and he kept on 
sucking and licking and nibbling my cunt, and all the while he was jerking 
off. I didn't know what that was then, but I do now, and he was jerking his 
cock like crazy. After a while, I felt some warm, sticky juice hit my back, 
and he really bit my cunt as hard as he could-or I should say, he 'gummed' 
it! 

"Then he stopped and got up and took his handkerchief and wiped me off, and 
cleaned his cock real good. I was fascinated watching it get soft and 
finally hang down like a limp rag, and I giggled a little. Uncle Mark put 
his fingers to his lips to warn me not to wake my mother or the babies, and 
he bent over and kissed me and said, 'Don't forget, Ruthie, this is our very 
own secret!' As if I'd ever tell anybody and take a chance of not getting 
any more of that good stuff! 

"I didn't have to masturbate that night. I was so exhausted from all the 
'comes' I'd had that I went to sleep right away. I didn't dream that there 
could be things we would do that were even more exciting than that, but 
there were-a whole lot more!" 

Here we have the classic situation for uncle niece incest. A young girl 
recently bereft of her father-the only male image she has ever known-and a 
man who had doubtless never laid an offensive hand on her body in a sexual 
gesture. 

Yet, Ruth was entering the stage in her life where her body was beginning to 
make demands on her for satisfaction of her budding sexual awareness. She 
needed the attention of a male to replace that of her dead father, and, in 
Ruth's case, an older man had a far greater chance to get through her wall 
of loneliness than would a young boy of her own age, or a bit older. 

Uncle Mark was a lonely man. He had never married. He had been a salesman 
for most of his adult life, leading the life of a nomad, with no sex anchor. 
His bouts with females had been confined to prostitutes and bar pickups and 
this, in itself, made him a threat to any pure, innocent young female. He 
was sated to the teeth with wild aggressive, money-hungry type female. 
Probably (if he runs true to type according to psychiatric records), Mark 
still harbored a vague dream that somewhere, somehow, he would find a pure, 
unspoiled woman who would make no monetary demands on him, and who would not 
instantly size him up for what he really was-a lecherous, somewhat bored old 
man. 

Mark followed the typical pattern of the older man with a young girl at his 
disposal, ac cording to psychiatric studies. He began with fondling, 
exciting the young creature and, at the same time, building up a need for 
more of this new and intriguing treatment. At the same time, he was building 
a confidence in Ruth's mind that her uncle Mark would not only not harm her, 
but instead, provide a new source of pleasure that she had heretofore only 
dreamed about. 

In her own recollections, Ruth states that she masturbated only rarely, and 
that even when she did, she did not associate the pleasurable feeling with 
any member of the opposite sex-or indeed, of her own sex. Her brief 
experimentation using a foreign object (the weiner) to add depth to the 
masturbatory feeling, was a chance happening and again, she did not 
associate the weiner in her thoughts with the male penis. She had not yet 
become aware of phallic symbolism. She was virginal, untouched and innocent, 
a perfect target for a man such as her uncle. 

Another factor that must have had a great deal to do with her trust and 
eventual delight in her uncle, was the "hero" role that he was playing in 
her life, and that of her family-her mother and brothers. She was old enough 
to be aware that he was the economic mainstay of the family, and in her 
childish mind, he was naturally a "good guy" if only because her mother 
treated him as one. 

In the light of what happened later, it is safe to conjecture that Ruth 
associated no shame or guilt with her sex acts. All children derive pleasure 
from the excitation of their sex organs and also the anus. Most begin to 
play with such organs at an astonishingly early age. 

Ruth was unusual in that she was the oldest child. Usually, when a girl has 
older brothers, or lives in close proximity to male cousins or uncles, she 
has been fondled by them or has engaged in childish experiments with sex 
organs-the "Let's play doctor," or "You show me yours and I'll show you 
mine," syndrome. 

Ruth knew only that her sex organs were a source of delight when she played 
with them. When Uncle Mark came into her life, she discovered that it was 
even more pleasurable when he fondled her. Quickly then, Ruth began to 
wonder at the delights that awaited her as her uncle's advances became more 
intense. When he used his tongue to massage her clitoris, he launched her 
into a new orbit of joy. She experienced what, to her, was her first full 
orgasm-minor as it may have been. Little wonder that she looked forward with 
eagerness to more thrills delivered by the hands and mouth of her uncle. At 
that point, she did not even associate full intercourse with the ultimate in 
male-female contact. 

However, as the human body develops physically, it also grows sexually and, 
even then, Ruth knew instinctively that there must be additional sex acts 
that would give her pleasure. She wanted that pleasure, and it seemed only 
right that she should give pleasure to her uncle Mark, in return for his 
kindnesses to her, and also to insure that he would continue to provide her 
with such a wonderful outlet for her own seething emotions and sexual 
desires. 

It is not strange then, that Ruth should, from that point on, become an 
equal aggressor. She was not a backward child-just an innocent one. When she 
let her native animal instincts in the field of sex hold sway, she became a 
tiny tigress, as we shall see. This is not to apologize for her, nor to 
shift the greater portion of responsibility from the adult male involved, 
but is rather, an attempt to understand how a child of her tender years 
could become an aggressive, sexy woman in her sexual nature, while still 
remaining a young girl in body and mind, and in part, in her emotions. 

Had her father lived a few more years, it is quite likely that Ruth would 
have entered this sexual and emotional wilderness at age sixteen or 
seventeen, after she had become more emotionally mature and had been given 
some education in matters of sexual behavior. In all cases of young girls 
and older men engaged in sex acts, whether related to one another or not, 
the girl is invariably without guilt feelings. It is only later that she 
realizes fully what she has done to offend society as a whole. Ruth was not 
aware, as she picks up her story, that society frowned on and made laws 
against the physical union of males and females of the same blood 
relationship, regardless of age. 

"After that night, I couldn't wait to have other times in bed with my uncle 
Mark. I just couldn't get it out of my mind, the thrills that had heated up 
my whole body when he mouthed my pussy. I guess, in my own little-girl way, 
I was madly in love with him. I remember how pleased my mother seemed to be 
that I showed a lot of attention to him when he was around. I would always 
run and kiss him and hug him when he came home, and she never seemed to 
notice that I was sticking my tongue into his mouth, or that he was holding 
my ass with both hands. 

"Uncle Mark began to offer to 'babysit' more and more, and he even gave my 
mother extra money so she could go out to movies, to card parties and all 
that-so he could be all alone with me. 

"When he had to sneak into my room while my mother was sleeping, he was 
always nervous. He seemed in a hurry, and it was never so much fun as when 
we knew we had the whole house to ourselves, except for the babies, and they 
didn't matter. 

"One night that same week, my mother went out to some 'aluminum ware party' 
at a woman's house, and left Uncle Mark and me alone. We didn't wait very 
long after she left to go upstairs and get undressed. He wanted to do it in 
his room. I didn't know why, at first, but he showed me. He had two dressers 
in his room with big mirrors on them, and he had them arranged so that he 
could look into the mirrors and watch everything that was going on on his 
bed. I kind of liked it too, once I began to really loosen up and play with 
his cock, and suck it. 

"I sucked it for the first time that night. 

"Mark started out the regular way, playing with my pussy, sticking his 
fingers up inside it, playing with my asshole, kissing me all over. I 
noticed that he kept twisting around so he could look into the mirrors, and 
after a while, I began watching him in the mirrors, too. It was fun, seeing 
his head move up and down as he licked my cunt, or to see my legs spread 
wide open and his finger shoved deep inside me. Sometimes, we would look at 
each other in the mirror, and that was even more of a kick. 

"He made me come two or three times that night. I liked it with the lights 
on, too. I really liked to watch him in action. 

"When I had come a third time from his sucking my cunt, I sat up and began 
to play with his cock. It was big and long and stiff, and I was almost 
afraid to touch it too hard. It was so stiff that it seemed it would break 
if I bent it too much, but he just sat back, his hands spread wide, holding 
himself up, while I played with it. 

"He didn't say a word. I guess he knew that I wanted to taste it and to see 
how it felt in my mouth. I wanted to give him all the thrills he gave me, 
and I knew he wanted me to kiss it and suck it. I only hesitated because I 
was afraid that it would choke me. 

"I held it at the bottom, close to all his hair, and I bent forward and 
touched it with my lips. He jumped a little, and I moved my head so that my 
lips formed a circle of hot flesh, rimming the head of his cock, but not 
taking it into my mouth. 

"After a bit, I began to lick it, first up one side, and down the other, 
stopping at the head of it to give it a little suck or kiss. Uncle Mark just 
leaned back, watching in the mirror, and I knew he was really enjoying it by 
the hazy look in his eyes. It kept jerking in my hand, and I could feel it 
jump every time I touched the head of it. 

"Uncle Mark said, 'Take it all in your mouth, baby, and suck it-hard.' I 
guess I had lost my nervousness by then because I knew that it didn't taste 
bad, and I was happy at the way it pleased him. I opened my mouth wide and 
rammed it down over his cock, letting it go as deep into my mouth as I 
could. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, and I began to suck 
it as hard as I could, moving my head up and down so that his prick went in 
and out of my mouth with every suck. 

"He reached down with one hand and pushed my head down on it harder. He 
began to push it faster and faster, and I began to suck it harder and 
harder. I laid on my bare belly and used both hands on the base of his cock. 
I glanced up at him once in a while and he was watching me closely, looking 
over into the side mirror. But I was happy to know that he was enjoying it 
so much, and I really tried to take it all into my mouth. It gagged me once 
in a while, but Mark didn't notice, so I just kept control of it with both 
hands, and he didn't push my head too hard, so I managed. I remember, 
towards the end, how I kept thinking about the stuff that shot out of his 
prick, and I wondered if there would be a lot, and what it would taste like. 
I felt my own twat getting hotter and wetter, and I wanted him to come-to 
have that good feeling that I always had. 

"I was going fast at the end, when I felt the first big spurt of sticky, 
salty-tasting stuff shoot into my mouth. Mark stopped pushing on my head. He 
leaned back with his eyes closed, and his body was shivering. His cock was 
making little jerks every time another bunch of juice would come out of the 
little hole in it, and I was swallowing it as it came, still trying to suck 
it good. 

"After a minute, no more juice came, and I felt a relief. It hadn't been bad 
at all. I had made him come! I had partly paid him back for all he did for 
me, and I wanted to keep on doing it! I just kept sucking hard, but his cock 
began to get softer and softer, and after a while, he pushed my head away. 
He pulled me up into his arms, and he laid back so that my body was on top 
of his, and he kissed me on the lips and eyes. He told me, 'I love you, 
Ruthie. You're the sweetest thing in this world. I'll always love you.' 

"He was fooling with my asshole all the while, and then he edged his body 
down so that his head was between my legs. I moved my legs up so that I was 
sitting on his face, and he began to use his fingers on my asshole while he 
opened my cunt lips with his tongue, and began to stick it in, massaging my 
lump until I came again. 

"Then he told me to change positions, so that we were upside down on each 
other-my mouth was near his prick and his was right at my cunt. 'We can do 
it to each other at the same time, honey,' he said, and then he began to 
really tongue my cunt. From this position he could use his fingers on my 
asshole and his other hand was free, run his finger up inside the back part 
of my pussy, while his tongue was going in and out of the front. 

"I grabbed his cock and began to suck it and lick it, and pretty soon it was 
nice and hard again. He rolled over so that he was straddling my face, but 
he was using his knees to keep his weight from hurting me, and I just laid 
there with my mouth open, using my hands on his shaft to guide it into my 
mouth! He was eating my cunt like a hungry bum, and I began to buck and 
bounce as I felt that good feeling coming again. He shoved his cock harder 
and faster into my open mouth, and at the same time that I felt that white 
heat spread all over me, he shot another load of his juice into my mouth. 

"I was used to it this time, and I just kept swallowing until finally he 
stopped shoving it in. It was going soft again, and he rolled over and just 
licked the lips of my cunt, holding my ass with both hands. I kept on trying 
to get his prick back up, but I couldn't. Later, I had another 'come,' and 
then he got up and got dressed. It was still early, so he told me to get 
dressed and watch the babies while he went out to get some ice cream. He 
brought a quart back, with some pineapple stuff and whipped cream to put on 
top of it. I loved ice cream, and to me, this had been the most happy night 
of my whole life! 

"We watched TV for a while after that, and then I went to bed. He sat by my 
bed and talked to me. He asked me how I liked sucking him off, and I told 
him I really liked to do it, because it made him so happy. He told me that 
as time went by, there would be a lot of other things we could do together, 
but he wouldn't tell me what he meant. I sort of guessed he meant 
fucking-the kids at school were always talking about it-but none of them 
seemed to really know how to do it, or how it felt. I could hardly wait, and 
when he went back downstairs, I played with myself again, imagining it was 
Uncle Mark's tongue inside me instead of my fingers. I shoved my thumb in my 
own mouth while I fingered my cunt, and made believe I was sucking his 
prick, and in a few minutes, I had another 'come.' 

"I wanted to wait until he went to bed, then I was going to sneak into his 
room and get some more, but I fell asleep. I was so happy. I could hardly 
wait for school to be out so that I could go home and meet Uncle Mark. Every 
night, I hoped that he would come into my room, or whisper that I should 
come to his bed, but it wasn't for a week or so that I had a chance to be 
with him-naked, I mean, and alone. 

"It was on a Sunday, and Uncle Mark didn't have to work. My mother took the 
twins and went to visit some old friends that lived across town. She wanted 
me to go, too, but Uncle Mark told her he would take me to a movie, if it 
was all right, and we'd have dinner out. My mother thought that would be 
real nice, so Mark drove her to her friends and then came right back home. 

"He was extra excited when he found me taking a shower. I knew we were going 
to have some sex, and I wanted to be nice and clean and fresh for him to 
kiss and suck. I had began to notice that my breasts were beginning to swell 
up. Not much, but they were beginning to grow, and the nipples were 
beginning to get bigger. They hurt me once in a while, but I wasn't worried 
about it. I asked a girl at school about it and she said that her breasts 
had burned and stung a lot when they were first getting big. 

"I was standing in the bathroom, just getting ready to shower, when Mark 
came in. I was looking at my breasts in the mirror, wondering how long it 
would be before they got big and round, like on some of the other girls that 
weren't much older than me. 

"He surprised me, but he came up behind me and put his arms around me so his 
hands covered my breasts. He kissed me on the neck and laughed. 'Pretty 
soon, you'll be all grown up and you'll go away and forget all about old 
Uncle Mark,' he said. I put my hands on top of his and squeezed them. 'I'll 
never go away or forget you,' I promised. 

"He backed away and looked at my body. He shook his head. 'Let's see,' he 
said, 'you're almost eleven. You're going to have a pretty body-like your 
mother had. I remember when she was growing up. All the boys were crazy 
about her.' 

"I was proud that he noticed my shape beginning to form, and I blushed a 
little. 

"'Wait for me,' he said. 'Let's take a shower together. That'll be fun, 
won't it?' Before I could answer, he went into his room and in a moment or 
two, he came back into the bathroom. He was completely naked, and I noticed 
that his cock had begun to get a little stiff. I teased it with my fingers, 
then bent and sucked the head of it real quick. Before he could grab me, I 
got into the shower and turned on the water, adjusting it so that it was 
nice and warm. 

"Mark came in. It was sort of crowded in there, so we could hardly move 
without our bodies touching. I picked up the soap and began to make lather 
under my arms. He laughed and took the soap from me and began to rub my 
armpits, then my chest, my stomach, and finally, he began to rub the soap 
between my legs. When I was all sudsy, he turned me around and rubbed my 
back, then down to my ass. He spent a long time lathering between the crack 
of my ass, and he kept sticking his soapy finger up my asshole. I was 
getting all hot and I wanted to be sucked and to suck his prick, right there 
in the shower. I thought it would be real fun, with that nice warm water 
running all over us. I could feel his cock was hard, when he brushed against 
me, and all at once he started lathering his cock with the soap. 

"I turned and looked down at him. He was sort of playing with it, rubbing it 
from top to bottom until it was all white with soapy lather. I was wondering 
if he was going to wash it off before I sucked it, when he surprised me and 
turned my head around and dropped the soap. He held me close to him with one 
arm, and with the other, he guided his cock head up into the crack of my 
ass! 

"It excited me. He let go of me, but I didn't move away. He used one hand to 
spread my ass cheeks and then he told me to bend over just a little. I did, 
putting my hands on the far wall of the shower to keep my balance. I think I 
knew he was going to fuck me-but I didn't know it was going to be in the 
asshole! 

"Then I felt the head of his cock going up inside my asshole! It slid in 
easily, because both of us were so soapy, and it didn't hurt any more than 
his finger did when he shoved it up there. In fact, not as much. I could 
feel it going farther and farther up, and when it began to slip in and out 
easily, Uncle Mark put both hands on my hips and pulled me in to him to meet 
the upthrusting of his cock into my asshole! 

"I was all excited, but I was a little disappointed. It felt good, but not 
as good as when he sucked my knob and shoved his fingers up inside of me. 
But I could tell that it was good for him. He began to groan every time his 
prick went deep into my asshole. He was saying something-it was hard to hear 
him over the noise of the shower, but I think he was saying, 'Oh, Jesus-what 
an ass! Oh, Christ-let me fuck you, Ruthie, right up the old shit chute!' 

"As he moved faster, drawing me in to him in a regular rhythm, I got hotter 
and hotter. I used one hand to reach down and masturbate, rubbing my clit 
hard, in time with his pokes up the ass. Then I felt his prick begin to jerk 
fast, and a hot load of come shot up my ass! I don't know if I came or not, 
but I think I did. He kept on shoving it in, slowing down all the time, and 
finally he stopped. He pulled his cock out and washed it off. 

"He turned me around and got down on his knees and began to shove his tongue 
into my cunt, holding my ass cheeks with both hands. He made slurping 
noises, and he kept on moaning and groaning, and pretty soon, he made me 
come! 

"We got out and dried off, and he seemed sort of ashamed. He asked me when 
we went into his bedroom if I had been hurt when he had shoved his cock up 
my asshole. I told him the truth. It had made me feel like I had to take a 
big crap at first, but when I got used to it, it hadn't really hurt me at 
all. 

"He just couldn't seem to get enough of me that day. It was our first time 
doing things in the daylight, and it was a lot of fun. It was also the first 
time he really licked my asshole, and it felt good. He laid me on my back 
and used long strokes with his tongue so that he started with my asshole and 
ended up with his tongue licking the lips of my cunt. I put my legs up high 
and spread them, and he got down real low and began to stick his tongue into 
my asshole as far as it would reach! 

"It made me hot, and when he began to masturbate me with his finger, I put 
my finger in beside his. I worked on my clit while he shoved his finger way 
up inside me, touching the walls of my cunt. His tongue was going in and out 
of my asshole like crazy, and before I knew it, I had come again. 

"Uncle Mark kept on asking if I was sure that he hadn't hurt me when he had 
shoved it up my asshole, and finally, he asked me if he could do it again. I 
told him I didn't mind, and he went to the dresser and got a jar of vaseline 
from a drawer. He told me to get up on my hands and knees, and when I did, 
he smeared my asshole with lots of vaseline. He stuck some up my asshole, 
using his finger. Then he covered the head of his prick with a whole gob of 
the stuff. I was watching in the mirror as he crawled up onto the bed and 
positioned himself between my legs. His cock was all hard and standing 
straight out, and this time I just let him guide it into my asshole, while I 
braced myself with my hands. 

"When it was in, it began to slip in and out even easier than it had with 
the soap, and there was no burning feeling, like there had been when he used 
soapsuds to oil his cock and my asshole. 

"He did the same thing, though. He put both hands on my hips and helped pull 
my butt back to meet his cock as it went deep inside me. I was getting so I 
almost liked it, and it was a lot better when I could look at us in the 
mirror and see how that long, hard prong disappeared inside my ass! I was 
surprised that it fit, but he was able to ram it almost all the length of it 
into me, and it didn't really hurt me. I was so interested in watching that 
I forgot to masturbate myself, and Uncle Mark came quickly that time. But he 
didn't stop. He just kept on shoving it in hard, and it didn't go soft on 
him. He came even quicker the second time, and when it was over, he jumped 
up and got a washcloth from the bathroom and he came in and washed out my 
asshole, while I laid on my stomach with my legs spread. 

"I really felt good. I was learning more and more how much real pleasure I 
could have with my uncle Mark, and it made me feel more grown-up all the 
time. 

"Afterwards, he sucked my pussy again, and I was so hot that I had my come 
right away. 

"We laid there, playing with each other's things, not really trying to 
excite each other-just feeling good over what we had done. I asked him if 
that was what the kids called 'doing it doggie-fashion,' and he laughed and 
said that it was one way. 'When you're just a little older, and this thing 
gets a little bigger-' he wiggled his finger inside my pussy, and I knew he 
meant my cunt-'we'll try the real dog-fashion. You'll like that, baby,' Mark 
promised. 

"I didn't know what he really meant, but I remembered how far into my 
asshole he could shove his cock, and I figured that if he were to put it a 
little lower, into my cunt, that it would go way up inside me. I wanted to 
try it then, but I didn't say anything. He kept mentioning that we had to 
wait until I was 'big enough,' so I figured that he knew more about it than 
I did, and I didn't push for it. 

"We had a lot of fun that year. During summer vacation, he used to let me go 
with him on some of his sales calls, and it was like a regular holiday for 
me-eating in restaurants and, sometimes, stopping in a lonely place and 
sucking each other's thing. 

"My breasts were growing fast, and by the time that school started in the 
fall-I was twelve in August-I had hair showing under my arms and around my 
pussy. I had also started to menstruate. At first, I was scared, so scared I 
was afraid to ask my mother, but she caught me washing out some panties that 
had blood on them, and she told me all about what menstruating was. 

"I didn't dare to ask her, but I wondered if it would make any difference to 
Uncle Mark, now that I was beginning to have my periods. I didn't know 
exactly how to tell him, but my mother must have said something to him, 
because the next time we had sex, he told me that he knew that I was 
menstruating, and that it meant that I was just about ready for the best fun 
of all. We made a game out of that, I remember. I teased him, asking him 
what 'the best fun of all' was. He just laughed and said, 'You know, baby, 
you know.' 

"I made believe I didn't, although I knew he had to be talking about 
fucking. I wanted to hear him say it. So I kept on pestering him until he 
finally came right out one night and said, 'Okay, you little fox-I want to 
fuck you-to put my prick in your cunt and fuck you all night!' 

"I got a kick out of that, and when I thought about it later that night-my 
mother was home so we couldn't do anything-I masturbated and tried to 
imagine how it would be when he shoved that nice hard prick up inside my 
cunt. I knew it had to be better than his finger, or even his tongue, and 
for days, I used to get all wet and hot inside my pussy, just thinking about 
how it would be. 

"When it happened, it was more exciting than I had even dreamed it would be. 
It happened when my mother was at a movie. We knew she was going to a 
double-feature, and that she'd be out until almost midnight, and we planned 
it all the way. I'd been coaxing Uncle Mark to really give it all to me-cute 
little ways, like whispering to him: 'Are you going to fuck me tonight?' or, 
'You're too spoiled by sucking to want to fuck me, aren't you?' 

"Anyhow, we were both as hot as could be, so when we were alone, we didn't 
waste any time. Mark had taken a shower when he came home from work, and I 
had taken one right after supper. I had on a loose robe, with nothing on 
underneath, and I went upstairs and into Mark's room as soon as we knew my 
mother was gone. He came right up, and he stripped. There was an electricity 
in the room that both of us felt. I stood there, watching him get undressed, 
my breasts now standing out nicely, the nipples round and pink, and now they 
were getting hard and jutting out. 

"Mark was getting a hard-on by the time he had his pants off. Everything was 
building up. I could just feel my body getting hotter, and I wanted it to be 
perfect for me. I know that Uncle Mark did, too, because he had been extra 
sexy for the past few days, rubbing me, feeling me up, sneaking kisses-we 
just set off sparks when we touched each other. 

"It had been exciting to use the word 'fuck,' and here we were, ready to try 
out first real fuck! 

"I laid down on his bed and spread my legs. I cocked one knee up and spread 
my arms, trying to look as sexy and grown-up as I could. Uncle Mark came 
over and sat beside me, staring at my body from head to foot. I liked the 
look in his eyes when he crawled down between my legs and began to play with 
my cunt lips. He was talking, heating me up more all the time, until I began 
to tremble. He was saying, 'In a few minutes, baby, I'll take you to heaven. 
I'll open these pretty lips and slide my cock up inside you, in and out, in 
and out, until you'll beg me never to stop fucking you. We've waited a long 
time for this, sweetheart, and I want it to be the most wonderful moments in 
your whole life!' 

"I began to roll from side to side. My cunt was so wet and hot that it was a 
wonder to me that it wasn't smoking. Mark bent his head and began to tickle 
the lips of my cunt with his tongue. He spread them wide and began to play 
with my clit, using the tip of his tongue. I was going crazy. It was bad 
enough that I liked to be sucked off like that, but with me all ready to 
have his cock inside my cunt for the very first time, I was like a wound-up 
spring, ready to pop. 

"I reached down and grabbed his head, pushing it away. I raised up and 
begged him, 'Please fuck me-please!' 

"He smiled and he moved his body up on mine. I spread my legs wider and he 
held himself up on his knees, while he took his cock in his hand. 

"He kissed my lips, soft-like, and I felt the head of it touch the lips of 
my cunt. He was wiggling it around, as if to find the right spot, and I 
began to really sweat. 

"All at once, he shoved it way in, putting all the weight of his lower body 
behind it. I had been expecting and waiting for it so long that it shouldn't 
have surprised me, but it did. It didn't hurt, but when his cock explored 
places deep inside my cunt that he had never touched before, it thrilled and 
chilled me. 

"I think I felt like I was two persons. One was lying there, watching Mark 
fuck his niece for the first time, and the other was hiding inside my body, 
trying to make certain that not a single little sensation was overlooked. I 
had thought about it so much, but it was far beyond anything I had imagined 
it would be. 

"As Mark's prick began to go in and out, digging deep with each stroke, 
touching the innermost parts of my pussy, I began to raise my ass to meet 
it. His cock never seemed to lose contact with my clit, and after a couple 
of moments he reached underneath me with his hands and grabbed me by the 
ass, pulling me up and in, almost as if he were sliding me on and off his 
rigid prick. I began to moan and groan with the pleasure of it, and Mark 
kept looking down at his cock going in and out of my body, and then over at 
the mirror, for a different view. I was too interested in feeling it to care 
what it looked like. I knew I was going to explode in the most exciting 
orgasm I'd ever had, and I could tell by Uncle Mark's movements that he was 
going to come soon, and I wanted it to be at the same moment for both of us. 
It was almost as if we'd been doing it together for years, instead of the 
first time, because just as I felt the first hot squirt of jism into my 
pussy, I had the first of two orgasms-each bigger and more thrilling than 
any I'd ever had before. 

"Mark was so excited he couldn't stop pumping away, and he just kept on 
drawing my pussy up and onto his cock with his hands until, about a minute 
or so later, he had another come and I had a whole series of them. They all 
seemed to blend into each other, and I was weak from the physical movements 
at the end. I just wanted to sleep. I was in a dream world. Mark just 
relaxed, with his cock in my pussy, and murmured nice things in my ear, 
about what a wonderful fuck I was and how much he loved me. 

"He told me to go and wash my cunt out with hot, soapy water, and he came 
into the bathroom while I was doing that and washed his prick off. I felt so 
proud and so grown-up. I had been able to thrill my uncle all the way, every 
way-just as if I were a grown woman. 

"Looking back, I wonder why he never thought of using a safety. Maybe he 
didn't realize that I could get pregnant, or else he might have thought that 
he was too old to really make a girl pregnant. He was about fifty-seven or 
so, I found out later, and he certainly wasn't too old for anything! 

"After that, we really had a ball with sex, every chance we had. We tried it 
almost every way we could think of, and we used to go for two or three 
hours, sometimes, sucking, playing around, corn-holding and fucking. I was 
so wrapped up in Uncle Mark that I didn't have time for boys, even though a 
lot of them were eying me and making up to me and asking for dates. 

"My mother never suspected a thing. That's why it almost floored her when 
she found out that I was pregnant. She stormed and ranted and threatened to 
call the police if I didn't tell her the name of the boy, but I wouldn't let 
out a peep. Me and Mark talked it all over, and finally he talked to my 
mother. I can see her face yet when he told her that he thought it was best 
that he find a doctor who would perform an abortion, and he'd pay for it. He 
argued that if it were done right away, no one would ever know, and that 
I-and she-would be spared all the shame and embarrassment. But for the first 
time, my mother stood her ground. She was dead set against abortion on 
religious grounds, and at the same time, she was in a panic for fear that 
something awful would happen to me at the hands of 'some butcher,' as she 
put it. 

"She watched me like a hawk, trying to find out if I were still seeing the 
boy who had gotten me 'knocked up.' She would have had a heart attack if she 
had known that it was Uncle Mark, right there under her nose. Finally, he 
told me that I had to go away and have the abortion. He had found a doctor 
in a city about a hundred miles away, that he knew was trustworthy and 
careful. He said some of his men friends had used this abortionist before, 
and that the only thing I could do was to go there, have it done and then 
come on back home. He said he could handle my mother all right, and that 
once it was over, there wasn't much she could do about it. 

"So I went, and had an abortion! I wasn't very pregnant and it wasn't so 
bad. Oh, I was sick, all right, for a week or so, but then I snapped out of 
it and went home. 

"Uncle Mark had been wrong about 'handling' my mother. She had panicked and 
called the police and reported me missing. She was positive that I'd run off 
with the father of my unborn baby, and the cops were all over school and 
asking all kinds of questions of every boy in my classes, plus a lot of dumb 
jerks that lived in the neighborhood. 

"When I came walking back in, she just blew her top. She told me to get out, 
and she wouldn't listen to my uncle, even when he told her that if she threw 
me out, he'd leave, and she'd have no way to support herself and the twins. 
She was so crushed and angry that she wouldn't even leave the house. She 
didn't want any of her friends to see her or to ask questions. Actually, all 
they thought was that I had run away for a week. None of them knew I had 
been pregnant, but the way she acted, you'd think it had been in all the 
papers in big headlines! 

"It ended up with her blabbing the whole story to the juvenile authorities 
and I was sent to this home for wayward, incorrigible girls! 

"My uncle Mark didn't leave, but he sure made life tough on my mother. He 
never let her forget that he thought she was a heartless, cruel woman who 
thought only of herself, and nothing of the needs of her children. 

"He visits me once a week, but we can't do anything. I don't know how long 
I'll be in-it's been over a year, and they can keep me here until I'm 
eighteen. Uncle Mark gets me things I want, but it's rough up here. Some of 
the girls are lesbians. I've tried letting them kiss my pussy, but so far, I 
have never done it for any of them. It helps some-at least it's better than 
masturbating-but I have thought about running away some day. 

"I need sex. People think that because I'm not yet fifteen, that I don't 
have all the same feelings that a woman does, but I do. I'm different than a 
lot of the kids here, because I really pay attention to school work. I want 
to get out of here and be able to take care of myself. My uncle is always 
after the authorities to allow me to be put in a foster home, but so far, 
they haven't agreed. Maybe I could make it that way, with some nice people. 
I hope they try me soon. I can't wait much longer for some real sex-with a 
man!" 

NOTE: It is obvious that Ruth's anxiety shows in her words and actions at 
the home for delinquent girls, to which she is confined. As long as the 
authorities feel that she will lead a promiscuous sex life, she has little 
possibilities of being released to foster parents. 

It is to be hoped that Ruth will continue to study diligently, and prepare 
herself for the day that she will be granted freedom to make her own way in 
the world. Perhaps by that time, she will have gained enough maturity to 
control her sex appetites, and to channel her attentions and affections 
toward young men of her own age. Ideally, of course, she may be completely 
rehabilitated and emerge as a wholesome young woman to whom the sordid past 
will be but an unpleasant memory, as if it had been a nightmare she had when 
she was still a child. 

We hope it ends that way for Ruth. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Summer Orgy 

"I remember my thirteenth year well. I graduated from grammar school, had my 
birthday a week later, on June twenty-third, and I left on the first of July 
to spend the summer with my uncle John and my cousins, Rich and Jack. But 
there was more to it than just a summer vacation. It was the year I 
discovered what sex was all about-or I should say, I was taught about it. 

"I hadn't seen them for so long I had almost forgotten what they looked 
like. They lived in Los Angeles and I lived in a dinky little town in 
Arizona. When my cousins were little and my aunt Millie was alive, they used 
to love to come and spend half the summer with us. I remembered them as 
wide-eyed kids who had never seen a horse or a cow close up-only in the 
movies. We had lots of fun then, but I never had been to visit them in L.A. 
My dad runs a gas station and sort of general store in a big bend in the 
road. It isn't even that, since they put the freeway through. It skirted 
around dad's dinky place and left us a. mile off the main highway. Only a 
few local people still came to dad, either out of loyalty, or because he was 
closer-if they ran out of something. 

"Anyhow, I had been teasing Dad to let me go away for the summer. He really 
didn't need me around. He could cook and keep house better than I ever 
could, and there wasn't enough trade at the store to keep one person busy, 
so he finally broke down and let me go. I wrote a letter to make sure it was 
okay, and Dad bought my bus ticket and gave me thirty-five dollars for 
spending money. It may not seem like much, but to him-to us-it was. 

"I was shocked when I met Rich at the bus depot. I hadn't seen him for about 
five years, and he had been a gangly kid then. Now, he was over six feet 
tall, with broad shoulders, a handsome face, and a convertible that would 
knock your eyes out. Jack wasn't much shorter, and every bit as good-looking 
as Rich, and in a way, he had a lot nicer personality-outgoing, always 
kidding and wearing a big grin. I warmed up to Jack right away, but it was 
Rich that really stayed in my thoughts on the ride to my uncle Johnny's 
place. 

"I was so proud when Rich held his arm for me to hold while we walked out of 
the bus depot, and when Jack stood there, hands on hips and whistled loud 
and clear-you know, the 'wolf whistle.' 

"As I sat between them, Jack put his arm around me and even before we got 
home, he had managed to brush his hand against my breasts. I wore a size 
thirty-six bra, and I had a nice shape, I knew that, but I was really 
flattered when those two good-looking cousins of mine made over me that way. 
I knew I was going to enjoy every minute of the vacation, and already, I was 
dreaming of a way that I might perhaps talk my uncle John and my dad into 
letting me stay in L.A. and finish my schooling. 

"I was surprised at my uncle, too. Not that he had changed so much, but I 
just hadn't paid much attention to him before. He was a handsome man, and I 
could see where the boys got their good looks. And was I ever overwhelmed by 
the place they had! They had a swimming pool, a big yard with a croquet 
layout on it, a Ping-Pong table in the combination dressing room and game 
room out by the pool. They were rich! 

"I know now that they weren't really all that wealthy, but Uncle John was an 
engineer for an aircraft company, and he made pretty big money. Also, I 
learned, my aunt had left a big insurance policy to both of her sons, so 
they had money in their own bank accounts and didn't need to rely on their 
father for anything. 

"We went swimming the first night, and the fun began right away. I had 
brought my bathing suit, but it was an old-fashioned thing, and Rich dug me 
up a suit that one of his girl friends had left in the dressing room. It was 
a real mini-bikini thing, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, it 
seemed that it showed everything I had-the crack of my pussy, my nipples 
jutting out-even the hair around my pussy-the outside part, anyhow. 

"I could see Rich and Jack eying me and nudging one another when I came out 
to the pool. I was surprised that Uncle John was also in swimming trunks, 
and when he looked at me, his eyebrows shot up and he shook his head. He 
came over and held me by the shoulders. 'My gosh,' he said, 'I always 
thought your mother was. a beautiful girl. Never could understand why she 
wanted to bury herself over there in Arizona with your dad, but, Betty, 
you've got her beat a mile!' 

"He kept saying nice things all evening about my shape and my looks, and he 
hardly gave the boys a chance, but I could see by their eyes that they were 
going to want plenty of chances when Uncle John was at work. 

"But I was surprised that it was Uncle John that made the first move. It 
turned out that the boys both had dates that night, later on, and they got 
out of the pool early and dressed up and left. They apologized for leaving 
on my first night there, and said that from now on, they would be including 
me in a lot of things-the beaches, Disneyland, Hollywood Bowl, a tour of a 
movie studio-all the exciting things I'd thought about so much. 

"It had been a happy beginning, and when they got out of the pool and left 
Uncle Johnny and me alone, I was already relaxed and feeling right at home. 
It was easy to see that all three liked me, and I knew the summer was going 
to be a wonderful one. I didn't know that some of the wonders were to begin 
that night, though. 

"I guess most people think that girls from the country are either all-sex or 
dumb about it. I was sort of in the middle. I was fourteen, and I'd been 
raised in cattle and fruit farm country, and I guess I took sex pretty much 
for granted. I'd seen dogs screwing, chickens, cattle mating, even horses, 
and I somehow knew a lot about sex without ever applying that learning to 
human beings. We were always in such an isolated place that I had no real 
boyfriends. 

"In school, I suppose I had the usual 'feels' and smart aleck remarks made 
to me, and I had been on a few dates, but they had turned into 'smooching' 
affairs with a few feels thrown in, until we both got so excited that it 
scared us. I doubt if any of the boys knew what to do, and I didn't know 
either. My father was pretty strict, but I did sneak out a couple of times 
for more serious dates with the older boys. They weren't much different, 
except for one boy named Ron, who did get my panties off one night in his 
car, and got down between my legs and kissed my cunt a little. He lost his 
nerve, though, when it came down to really trying to screw, and I heard 
later that he had caught a dose of clap from some whore, and that it was a 
good thing I hadn't had any fucking with him. I don't know if it was true or 
not, but a couple of the girls he dated told me about it. 

"Anyhow, Uncle John went inside and got some good wine. It came from Spain, 
the bottle said, and he brought out some glasses by the pool. He asked me if 
my father had let me drink, and I didn't want to seem too much like a baby, 
so I said that daddy did if I wanted to. I did qualify it a little and leave 
a way out, by saying that I had never drank much but beer, and then only 
once in a while. 

"John poured the wine and we sat there sipping at it, in our bathing suits. 
It was good, and the whole scene was something out of a Hollywood movie, to 
me. A beautiful pool with soft lights all around it, a full moon, a warm 
breeze, and from somewhere, I could smell night-blooming jasmine bushes. 

"Pretty exciting stuff for a girl not yet fifteen who had been used to the 
dry, harsh desert country. 

"Uncle John was sitting beside me on a chaise-longue thing-all chrome and 
leather-and I could feel a little tingle go through me when our bodies 
touched. The wine mellowed me quickly-I think now that he knew it would-and 
I began to relax more and lean on him and talk a blue streak. He kept 
filling my wine glass, and I sipped it faster and faster. Before I knew it, 
his arm was around me and I was snuggling on his shoulder and his hand was 
touching my breast. 

"He had said to me, 'Tell me all about yourself, Betty,' and I was gabbing 
away, really enjoying everything. He was a dynamic man. He was all man, all 
the time-a lot more sexy than either Rich or Jack, and he was getting to me 
with his clever feels and his movements. After a while, I could see that 
there was a big bulge in the front of his swim trunks, and I knew what a 
hard-on was, all right. I guess I got sort of giddy from the knowledge that 
I could really turn him on that way-me, a country hick-and the wine made me 
a little loose in my thoughts as well as in my words. 

"I giggled and pointed to his cock. 'Why, Uncle Johnny!' I said, being real 
cute and mocking, 'Whatever is going on?' He laughed and squeezed my breast, 
letting his fingers dig into the nipple and I felt myself getting pretty 
horny. 

"'You're not as dumb as you make out,' he laughed, finishing his wine and 
taking my glass and setting it down. 'Come on, let's really have some fun!' 
He stood up and peeled off his swimming trunks and I gaped at his cock as it 
stood up stiff and proud, almost touching his bellybutton, it was so long 
and hard. Before I could get my wits, he had reached around and undone the 
snap on the bikini bra and then untied the cords that drew the bikini bottom 
tight around my waist, and he took off my entire suit! 

"He picked me up in his arms, and my flesh burned against his bare skin, and 
he walked to the steps and down into the pool! The water excited me, instead 
of taking the edge off my 'glow on,' and I got into the spirit of the thing 
quickly. I always was a good swimmer, and I took off across the pool, Johnny 
right beside me. We were laughing and yelling and feeling each other as we 
raced up and down the length of the pool two or three times. 

"When we finished, I was tired, and we were both panting and giggling, and 
he took me in his arms. His cock had softened a little, but I could feel it 
begin to get real hard again when he crushed my breasts to his chest, and 
our pubic area pressed tight against one another. I felt like I was in a 
dream-playing a part in a movie I saw, called "The Babysitter," where the 
first seduction scene between an older man and a young girl took place in a 
swimming pool. 

"It was strange, looking back on it now, but I didn't feel I was doing 
anything wrong. I was just 'having fun-the time of my life!' Uncle Johnny 
wasn't my relative, he was just a handsome, mature man who was making love 
to me in a wild, romantic and exciting way! The word 'incest' never entered 
my mind. Maybe it was because we were practically strangers, even though we 
were niece and uncle. We were discovering each other for the first time, and 
we liked what we were finding and feeling. 

"He kissed me, and I opened my mouth to let his tongue flicker inside for a 
moment. I shoved my own tongue into his mouth, and he sucked on it, while 
his hands moved to my ass, pulling me in closer as his fingernails dug into 
my soft flesh. Then one hand came around and took my breast, cupping it with 
a hard pressure that sent more tingles up my spine. I knew then that it 
wasn't just the wine that was making me feel the way I did-it was my uncle's 
magnetic personality, and his strong, sexy body, and the masterful way he 
went about it. He wasn't treating me like a child. I was a woman, and he 
wanted me. 

"I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand, running my fingers up and 
down the length of it, squeezing it and feeling it throb under my touch. It 
made me feel so-so grownup-so chic and worldly. Up until then, I had been 
messing around with 'little boys' and now, on my first night in Los Angeles, 
I was with a real man who wanted me sexually. But there was more than just 
the sex. I felt inside, somehow, that Uncle Johnny really did love me. I 
could feel a need in him for my body and my love, and I suddenly remembered 
that my aunt had been dead for a long time-over ten years-and I remembered 
what a lonely life my father had led after my mother died, and I suddenly 
wanted to give Uncle John everything-my love, my body, my life-if he needed 
it. I don't know if I've ever really been in love. They say young girls have 
crushes on older men all the time, but to me, it was the first blossoming of 
love for a grown man! 

"He was holding me close, massaging my breast and my fanny, and we were 
moving our hips so that our organs were touching. He began to mumble, almost 
as if in pain, 'Oh, Betty, my darling-you're such a lovely thing.' You're a 
woman-a desirable, beautiful, exciting woman!' His body and his words were 
making me melt, and I wanted him badly! He said, through a kiss, 'I need you 
and want you. Will you?' 

"I knew what he wanted, and I wanted the same thing. I knew it would spoil 
it if I played naive or coy, so I just threw my arms around his neck and 
kissed him harder than ever, shoving my pussy hard against his cock. 'I want 
you, too,' I said,' ... now!' 

"It may sound strange, but I didn't worry about being 'an amateur' at the 
sex game. I knew that Uncle Johnny would know exactly what to do, and that 
it would be wonderful with him. 

"We walked out of the pool, admiring each other's sleek, water-covered body, 
and we went into the dressing rooms. John grabbed a towel and began to dry 
me off, first my back, then the front. He took a long time rubbing my 
breasts and between my legs, and I kept kissing his body-whatever part of it 
came close to my lips. 

"I grabbed a towel and dried him off, and when I was finished, his cock was 
stiff and proud again, waving as he walked, almost as if to make me more 
excited as we went into the house. It was a one-story, rambling place, and 
Uncle John's room was a lovely place-a combination den, bar, and bedroom 
that overlooked the patio and pool. I just couldn't shake the feeling that I 
was someone else, acting in a romantic movie. 

"He poured two small snifter glasses of brandy, and we sat on the bed. The 
brandy burned my throat, but it made me even more excited, and I clinked my 
glass to his and tried to act like an experienced woman, instead of a 
fourteen-year-old amateur. But I felt like a woman and I was so at ease with 
him. 

"He surprised me by asking, with a soft smile, 'Are you a virgin, Betty?' At 
first I was tempted to deny that I was, but I knew instinctively that he 
would know I was lying. Besides, I wanted him to teach me, and to be gentle, 
yet terribly masculine with me, and I sensed that it would mean so much to 
him if he knew that he was the first man to enter my pussy with his cock, so 
I just smiled back and nodded. 

"He took the glasses and set them aside and began to kiss my body. I laid 
back on the bed and just wallowed in the wonderful feeling of his lips 
roaming over my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and finally, he buried his 
handsome face in the soft hair around my cunt and I could feel his tongue 
exploring areas of it that only my own fingers had ever touched before! He 
spread my legs wider and began to use his finger to go deep inside me, while 
his tongue massaged and tormented my clitoris, driving me almost insane with 
the pleasure. I had never masturbated much, but I knew that this was going 
to be a thousand times better than anything I could do to myself-or that any 
of the silly boys I knew could do! 

"I had an orgasm in a burst of pleasure that shot through my whole body! I 
wrapped my legs tightly around Uncle Johnny's neck and bucked and rolled. He 
kept his mouth locked to my pussy, his tongue dancing in and out of it, his 
teeth nibbling at my clit and his fingers exploring the inner walls. I was 
moaning with pleasure, and inside a minute, I exploded into another orgasm, 
even better than the first! 

"I wanted more. I wanted to have him eat me up, but I wanted even more to 
feel his hard, beautiful cock inside me. I just knew that it would be the 
most wonderful moment of my life. I pushed him away and then pulled him up 
so that I could kiss him and suck his tongue. His lean, muscular body was 
flattened against mine, his cock pushing hard against my thighs, my breasts 
burning into his chest. I stopped kissing his mouth and he drew his head 
back and looked into my eyes and smiled. 

"'Was it good, baby doll?' he asked. He knew damned well it had been, by the 
way I had threshed about and moaned and shuddered. 'You're wonderful!' I 
told him. 'Now-go all the way-fuck me-fuck me until I beg you to stop!' 

"I could feel his cock jumping when I said that, and he got on his knees and 
spread my legs. With one hand, he spread the lips of my pussy, and with the 
other, he took his throbbing prick and began to gently lower himself down on 
my body so that he could slide it into me without putting all his weight on 
me. I wouldn't have cared. I was walking on air-living in a dream world, 
filled with only John. I didn't think about it hurting. The first time it 
does, everybody had told me, but I didn't care. In a way, I guess I did want 
it to hurt a little, because I'm one of those people that usually forget the 
good things and remember the things that hurt. Maybe that makes me a little 
bit of a masochist, but that's how I am. 

"I seemed to be sharper in all my senses, all over my body and mind, for I 
can still remember that feeling as the head of his prick slid between the 
lips of my pussy and touched my clitoris for the first time! They say that a 
man likes to remember the first 'cherry' he's had. Well, I think a woman 
does, too. My very first intercourse, and it had been wonderful-as if a 
romantic poet had written the script, and we were acting out the parts. 

"He began to push it in and out, still guiding it with his hand, but after a 
few thrusts, my wet, hot pussy just softened up and it slid in and out 
easily. It didn't hurt. It was a funny feeling-different than when he had 
been sucking my cunt-but there was no real pain to it. I began to move my 
ass so that I met his thrusting cock, and he moved my legs so that I knew he 
wanted me to lock them around his hips. He got back on his knees, but he 
held my ass cheeks in both hands, drawing my cunt up to his cock. He was 
looking down at his prick sliding in and out, and I loved the look on his 
face. It was lustful, yet it was soft and gentle. At that moment, I didn't 
care if I died the next hour or so-I'd tasted heaven. And I kept thinking 
that I had a whole summer of it ahead of me. I wondered if I could ever 
leave Uncle Johnny, after this! 

"His movements became faster and I kept up with him, and towards the end, it 
was like we had been having each other like this for years. Our bodies just 
seemed to 'know' what the other's was going to do-what it was feeling. When 
I felt him explode his hot juices into me, my cunt tingled and danced with 
joy as I had an orgasm at the same moment. I was almost out of my head with 
the pure pleasure of my first fuck! I was like another person, standing 
there and watching, while I felt my whole body go almost numb with the 
delight his cock was bringing to me. 

"When he began to come, he let his weight down on me and really pumped away, 
moaning and moving his hips, while our tongues played with each other's, and 
we mumbled silly words that neither of us understood. But the message of 
love and passion was there, just the same. 

"He rolled off me and lay there, my head on his chest, both of us just 
enjoying the 'afterglow.' He said softly, 'God, Betty, you're the most 
wonderful creature God ever made. You're beautiful. You're adorable. What 
will I ever do without you?' 

"I didn't want to think about that, so I began to play with his cock. It was 
slimy, from his come and my own juices, but it began to throb and get hard, 
and inside another five minutes, we were at it again. I had learned from the 
first one, and this time, I knew how to maneuver my body so that my pussy 
was more accessible to his cock, and we both came a lot quicker. But it was 
just as good. And this time, Uncle John laid there on me, looking into my 
eyes, running his fingers through my hair and over my face, adoring me with 
his eyes. 

"'Sorry, baby girl?' he asked. I shook my head and kissed his fingers. 'I'm 
the happiest I've ever been in my whole life!' I told him. And I meant it. 

"He began to chuckle. Then he said, 'I'm going to have one hell of a time 
keeping the love for you that I feel from showing, when the boys are 
around.' 

"I laughed and said, 'What about me?' 

"He put his hand on my lips and said, very seriously, 'Let's not even think 
about it. Let's just love each other this way, forever-' 

"After that, we put our suits on again and took a swim. By the time the boys 
came home, I was in bed. I was not asleep. I was too excited and thrilled to 
sleep. My body and my mind were on fire. I just couldn't believe that being 
made love to by a man could make a woman feel as alive, as important and as 
happy as I felt. 

"I heard the three of them joking in the den. I remember that Rich said to 
his father, 'Well, you lucky old dog, how did you get along with our little 
country cousin?' And he followed it with a suggestive whistle-a 
'Phewww-pheeuu,' that suggested that he expected that his father would have 
seduced me within a few moments. If he only knew! 

"I heard Uncle John say, 'She's a lovely girl and a sweet person. I want you 
both to show her a good time while she's here. Give up a little time and be 
nice to her. She's a wonderful girl.' 

"I heard Rich comment laughingly, 'Boy, Pop, we should have stayed home 
tonight. Sounds like our little cute visitor has already won you over!' 

"Then Jack chimed in, 'Don't worry, Pop-anybody would be proud to take that 
chick around. Trouble is, what am I going to tell Joanie? She'll never 
believe that Betty's my cousin, and that she's only fourteen!' 

"Uncle John chuckled and said, 'You'll work it out-a fast talker like you.' 

"They headed for bed then, and later, I was just drifting off to sleep when 
I heard the door open and Uncle John stuck his head in cautiously. I was 
groggy, but it made me feel good when he half-whispered, 'Good night, my 
beautiful baby.' I didn't answer him. I didn't want to come down off the 
cloud I was on. I was just beginning to believe that it was really 
happening, and I didn't want to wake up-ever!" 

The incidence of cousin-cousin incest is much higher than the records seem 
to show, according to research undertaken among young college girls and 
career girls who are just out of their teens. 

An interesting sidelight, however, is that this kind of incest almost always 
happens when the cousins are very young-usually before they have reached 
puberty. It is also interesting to note that it almost always happens in the 
reverse of Betty's case: that is, it happens when "city cousins" visit for 
any length of time in the rural areas. 

Many case histories show several causes for this. Among them, the fact that 
the older persons who accompany the youngsters, being related, often "turn 
the kids loose," leaving them to their own devices, while the older ones 
visit and catch up on news of the family. On the part of the city-bred 
youngsters there is a feeling of freedom which comes automatically, it 
seems, when they are away from the confines of the "concrete canyons" of the 
larger cities. Life seems more basic and there is a tendency to take 
advantage of the more earthy acceptance of sex as a fact of life. 

In Betty's case, however, it worked in the reverse. She was a relatively 
chaste girl, as she admitted, having never had any real intercourse, 
although she had been fondled and even had a partial cunnilingus attempt 
performed by one boy. Still, she had stepped out of what, to her, was a 
humdrum, somewhat austere world into the fairyland atmosphere of Los 
Angeles. 

She was impressed not only with the surroundings and the general atmosphere 
of a happy, easy-going household of affluent men, but she was seeing her 
cousins and especially her uncle, in a new light. She looked at them through 
the eyes of awakening womanhood, and to Betty, her Uncle John was not a 
relative at all, but a mature, handsome, sexually attractive "Prince 
Charming." 

It is a moot question whether or not she would have reacted so quickly and 
willingly to the advances of either of her male cousins at the onset of her 
sexual adventure. She felt more at ease, she told this writer, with her 
uncle-probably because she had been used to the maturity of her father, with 
whom she spent most of her time, living in the isolated, lonely spot in the 
desert which she did. 

Then too, Betty admitted to a "curiosity" about her mother's people. Her 
mother had been dead for some years, and Betty had lived in a "man's world," 
to a great degree. Her uncle touched a responsive chord deep inside her when 
he compared her to her mother, whom she had never really known-particularly 
when he had said that she was more beautiful than her mother had been at her 
age. 

As it turned out, however, the key to Uncle John's successful conquest on 
the first night, was the environment in which Betty had lived for so long. 
Her father was a rather dull, unimaginative man who had almost given up hope 
when his venture in the desert failed. He worked hard, and he loved Betty, 
just as he had loved her mother, but as she later learned from her uncle, 
her father had never been a man to express his love or show his emotions. 
Like many typical "country men," her father expressed his affections in 
terms of working and giving material things, as best he could, to his 
family. He was a simple man who had buried himself in his own little world 
of work at the death of her mother, John's younger sister. Stepping from his 
drab, workaday world into the glittering world of her uncle, the inevitable 
had to happen. That it happened so quickly is understandable also, for in 
the language of psychiatry, Betty was the victim of a little recognized 
"euphoria" which comes to almost everyone, and particularly women, when they 
are transported from one environment into another that is freer and where 
they are little known. (It was believed for years that airline hostesses 
were extra "sexy," and it is true. However, a deeper study of this 
phenomenon showed that most women, whether married or single, are prone to 
become much less inhibited and more promiscuous and open to "dates," after 
an airline flight. It is not the flight itself, but rather, the quick change 
into a new world, which triggers in them the buried "daring" and longings. 
To a lesser degree, this happens to males, also.) 

These delvings into motivation for incest are not intended to condone nor 
condemn this sexual happening, but rather, are aimed at creating an 
understanding of it. That incest has been practiced for centuries is an 
established fact, but in the United States (as opposed to primitive 
societies), it has always been taboo. When it is uncovered by other family 
members, shame and guilt have always served to bury it in the "family 
skeleton closet," making in-depth studies of this subject extremely 
difficult. 

In the past few years, however, beginning with the studies made by Dr. 
Alfred Kinsey into the sex patterns and appetites of the American male and 
female, more and more honesty has been forthcoming in interviews. In some 
instances, the young rebels involved in the sex revolution have deliberately 
exposed incestuous backgrounds, almost as a weapon to "shock" the so-called 
establishment into being as honest as they are. 

As she develops the account of her "summer orgy," we shall see that Betty is 
an extremely well-adjusted individual. Obviously, she had not been saturated 
with religious or moral taboos that invariably create deep guilt which 
results in severe neuroses. She was simply obeying her very natural 
instincts. Had the three males involved been total strangers, it would have 
doubtlessly been the same, with no real guilt feelings confusing Betty. 

It is also believed by most schools of psychiatric thought that, the more 
removed the relationship involved, the less depth to any feelings of having 
committed either a "sin" or a crime. 

In America, we extend incest (legally, and for purposes of marriage) to 
second cousins, in most states. Because childhood experimentation in sex 
usually takes place between relatives, the average person, if he thinks 
about the subject at all, tends to take cousin-cousin incest seriously, and 
often, even uncle-niece incest is accepted as understandable, though not 
always forgivable. Father-daughter, mother-son, and brother-sister incest 
create the furor in society, while in actuality, case records prove that 
incest is far more prevalent in the case of cousin/cousin relationships, 
with almost twenty-five percent of all cases indicating that most girls are 
subjected to at least "fondling" first, by uncles or older male cousins! 

We chose Betty's case because of her utter frankness in detailing it, and 
her phenomenal reaction to a summer of initiation into sex by close 
relatives. She might be considered typical of many women of other 
generations who were almost forced to have incestuous relations, in order to 
survive, because of ele mental conditions, or the often proven rule that 
females have always outnumbered males, and thus were forced to "share" sex 
with a relative, or become old maid "pariahs." 

Betty's case is also interesting because, unlike many unfortunate "ugly 
ducklings," she was not unattractive. She did not have to 

"chase" males and barter sex because she had an ugly face or personality. 
She is a beautiful girl, and it might be said of her that it is a shame that 
more young persons, male and female, cannot approach what is believed to be 
a very common sex practice, with her equanimity and poise. Far less tragedy 
would result, most sexologists agree. 

How often incest happens is hard to determine, because it is so well hidden 
by family members, but we can be sure of one thing, it is rarely that incest 
occurs without leaving emotional scars on the younger member of the sex 
partnership, as happened with Betty. 

Let us continue with her account of her "summer of ecstasy." 

"When I awoke next morning-it was Saturday, and all three men were home-I 
just lay there, feeling good all over, remembering the night before. I 
analyzed my feelings for my uncle John, and they weren't any different in 
the daylight and without any wine or brandy than they had been the night 
before. He was some man, and all man, and I was glad that he had been the 
one to 'break my cherry.' I had listened to a lot of bugaboo about that 
'first time,' and I had found that it was all a bunch of bull. It had been 
wonderful-every bit of it. 

"While I dressed, I wondered if the boys would suspect anything had happened 
with their father. My eyes seemed to shout it out, how happy I was, and my 
whole body looked different to me. It was as if I had grown from a little 
country girl into a sophisticated, experienced, happy woman, in the space of 
a few hours. Even my clothes looked strange on me-like a mature woman would 
look masquerading as a teenager. 

"My uncle had a Japanese houseboy, housekeeper and cook, and it was easy to 
see why they all treated Kum as one of the family. He prepared a breakfast 
like I had never dreamed of, and he was polite and attentive, and he added 
even more to the dramatic excitement of the situation. Kum-I never did learn 
his full name-had a family, and he worked from six in the morning until six 
in the evening for Uncle John. He had prepared the dinner the night before, 
but had left before I arrived. 

"I was the center of attention at breakfast, and I don't think that anyone 
noticed the covert, warm, knowing glances that John and I exchanged every so 
often. Rich was really sweet. He praised my hairdo, my makeup, my dress. He 
said, 'It's good to have a beautiful lady at our table again, isn't it?' 
Both Uncle John and Jack agreed loudly, and the meal was an adventure to me, 
because all three of them asked me what I wanted to do first. They confused 
me with all their offers, but I settled it in my own mind when I found that 
both Jack and Rich had dates, and that I would be the 'third wheel.' 

"I told them I didn't want to spoil their plans, and that we'd arrange other 
days and evenings, and that seemed to please them. I saw a warm glow in 
Uncle John's eyes when I worked my way out of being away from him over the 
weekend, as if he were thanking me with his eyes. 

"He stepped in with just the right remark. He said mockingly, with a wicked 
grin, 'Well, Betty, it looks like you're stuck with the old boy for this 
evening. What would you like to do?' 

"I had always wanted to see Grauman's Chinese Theatre, with all the 
handprints and autographs of the movie stars, and when I mentioned it, Uncle 
John said, 'Fine! We'll have dinner, then go to the theater. It's been too 
long since I've been out with a beautiful young woman. It will do me good.' 
He made a mock face at his sons. 'Who needs these whippersnappers, eh, 
Betty?' I laughed and so did the boys, and then Rich broke in and said, 
'Look, before you two get going steady, how about going down to the beach 
with me tomorrow?' 

"I agreed right away, and we spent the rest of the day just having fun. We 
swam, then played Ping-Pong, and just relaxed and enjoyed each other. Rich 
and Jack left for their dates about seven, and Uncle John had called and 
reserved a table at Brown Derby, on Vine Street, for dinner. I was excited 
and thrilled when we walked in. We did make a handsome couple, and later I 
learned that it was quite common in Hollywood to see a man in his fifties 
with a teenager on his arm. I wasn't the least bit embarrassed, and we had a 
wonderful dinner. Uncle John was so attentive. He had eyes for only me, and 
he was so proud of me. It was the most flattering thing that ever happened 
to me. I was like a little tourist-which I was-when we went to Grauman's. 
Uncle John just stood by and smiled at me, running from one autograph to 
another, squealing and clapping my hands like a little child. 

"We saw a good movie-I can't remember what it was-and then we went home. It 
was almost midnight, and John was afraid that the boys might come in and 
surprise us, so we didn't have sex. But we sure kissed and felt each other 
until I almost demanded that he take me to bed. He laughed like a little 
boy. I knew he was proud that I was so eager to have him screw me, and he 
told me that there would be all summer, and that from now on he would plan 
his work and his free time around me. 

"I was frustrated, but oh, so happy, when I went to bed, and I slept 
soundly. I wasn't used to the long days full of so much excitement, and I 
slept like a log. 

"Next morning, Rich knocked on my door early and I got dressed and took my 
swim suit-the one I was borrowing from his girl friend, and we drove off, to 
stop for breakfast at a cute little restaurant near the beach. 

"Rich was as charming as his father, but in a more exciting way. It was 
almost as if he knew that I was wondering if he would be as wonderful in bed 
as his father had been. I really did begin to wonder, especially when we got 
to the beach and he put on his swim trunks. We laid on the sand for a long 
time, talking and joking, and I could see his cock beginning to bulge out 
his trunks, while he kept staring at my crotch, and my breasts that bulged 
out of the bra a little. 

"We went in for a swim, then he dug out some cold beer he had in the car, 
and we drank and talked some more. 

"Suddenly, Rich said haltingly, and with a deep blush, 'Betty, don't think 
I'm a wise guy or anything, but-you are an awfully attractive girl. You're 
beautiful, and you have an exciting body. Can we-go somewhere and-just be 
alone?' At the end, he was blurting it out and he was embarrassed, and 
didn't look me in the eye. I was eating it up, of course, a little giddy 
with this new power that I seemed to have found over men. 

"'You mean-to go to bed with you?' I asked him. I was surprised at how calm 
I was about it. It shook him up, and he blushed even deeper. 'It's not what 
you think,' he protested, laying his hand on my thigh. 'I'm not a 
wildie-chasing girls to take to bed. But-' I could see he was being very 
serious, 'I really am turned on by you. I was from the second I saw you the 
other day. I-I can't explain it.' 

"I was enjoying it in a vicious way and I grinned and said, 'But you do mean 
going to bed, don't you?' He nodded as if he were guilty of some crime. T 
guess so,' he mumbled. I was getting excited watching the bulge in his swim 
trunks and watching his muscles ripple in the sun. 

"'Where?' I asked simply. 

"His face brightened and he blurted out, 'I have a friend up the beach a 
mile or so. I've got the keys to his beach house. I know he's away this 
weekend. Do you really mean it?' 

"I bent over and kissed his head. He grabbed my hand and kissed my palm. He 
was shaking, he was so excited. He gathered up our towels and we went to the 
car and drove about a mile north. What he called a 'beach house' looked like 
a movie star's mansion to me, but he was right, the place was locked up 
tight and we went in using Rich's key. 

"He was nervous-much more nervous than his father had been, and giggled when 
he led me to the bedroom, acting like a schoolboy. 

"We were still in our swim clothes, and he just stood there, fidgeting from 
one foot to the other. He wanted me to undress, but he didn't want to come 
out and say it, so I decided I'd take the bull by the horns and get our 
little session started. I walked over and turned my back. "Undo my bra,' I 
ordered. I could feel his hands shaking when he unhooked it, and when he 
took it off, I stepped away and turned so he could see my breasts. The 
nipples were hard and standing out stiffly, and they fascinated Rich. Almost 
as if he were in a daze, he reached out and touched one breast, while I 
slipped out of the bottom part of the suit. He almost gasped when I moved 
back and posed like some hussy, so he could get a good look at all of my 
body. 

"After a moment, I asked, 'Well, aren't you going to take off your trunks?' 

"He slipped out of them, trying to hide his huge hard-on with his hands, and 
I giggled again, and ran to the bed and flopped down on my back, holding out 
my arms to him. 

"He was awkward and clumsy, and he didn't even take time to kiss my breasts 
or pussy-he just crawled on top of me and began to insert his cock into my 
cunt! I was pretty lubricated, and he slid it in easily, and then he began 
to pump away, kissing my lips and ears, but not saying a word. I put my legs 
around him and gave him all the cooperation I could. He was exciting even 
though he was a little crude, and when he began to step up the pace, I went 
right along with him and I came just before I felt him shoot his load into 
me. He kept on pumping, moaning and kissing me, and in another thirty 
seconds, I had a second come. 

"He never did come the second time, and I know now that it was because he 
was afraid. He had begun to feel guilty, and he was already worrying about 
me getting pregnant. He gave me a clue soon after that when he said, 'God, I 
should have used a safety!' In a vague way, he made me a little worried, but 
by the time we got home late that afternoon, I had forgotten all about it. I 
had also chalked Rich down as a total miss-out as a lover, compared to his 
father. We didn't talk much on the way home, but he seemed sheepish and 
apologetic. I tried to tell him that I had been to blame and that I had 
wanted him to do it to me, but it didn't help much. 

"He got dressed and excused himself to the rest of us and went out early. 
When he came home that night, he was very drunk, and I hoped he'd snap out 
of it soon. It hadn't been that bad-at least for me, and I found out a long 
time later that Rich was worried that he had screwed up his chances for 
marriage. He was going steady with the girl he eventually married, but the 
only sex he ever had was when he patronized a call girl he knew. He was one 
of those 'nuts' about virginity, and he not only worried about me losing my 
cherry, but he was afraid that if I got pregnant his fiancee would find out, 
and that would destroy his 'image' with her-and his chances for marriage. 

"I went to dinner that night with Uncle John and Jack, then we came home and 
watched TV and then we all went to bed early-but not before John met me in 
the patio and gave me some feels and some kisses. He asked me how it had 
been with Rich, and I told him I had had a very nice day, and I let it drop 
at that. 

"Things went along fine. During the week, when both of the boys were out of 
school, they took me to nice places. We went to the beach often, to Tijuana 
one day, to Disneyland, then a tour of a movie studio. It was all exciting 
and wonderful. Rich pretended that nothing had ever happened between us, and 
so did I. 

"I began to enjoy Jack's company. He was nearer to my age, and he was a ball 
of fire. He joked and laughed all the time, and he kept me in a light, happy 
mood. We swam a lot in the pool at his house, and because Rich had several 
dates, Jack and I were alone a lot. We just hit it off perfectly, and there 
was an easy friendliness about him that made me like him a lot. He used to 
fool around a lot when we were in the pool, but he never got serious. 

"Twice that week, he had dates in the evening, and I played it 'noble,' and 
told him I didn't want to go along and spoil his date. It gave me a chance 
to be with Uncle John. Something really happened when I was with him. All 
the tension dropped away, and although it wasn't as carefree and fun-filled 
as my times with Jack, it was the happiest time of all, when I could be 
alone with my uncle John. I guess I knew I was falling in love with him, and 
that he was in love with me-crazy as that sounds. 

"We had wonderful, thrilling and fulfilling sex each time we were alone, and 
the second weekend we were there, he announced at dinner one night that he 
had to attend a convention at Lake Tahoe, in Nevada, for four days, and he 
thought it would be a wonderful chance for me to see what he called the most 
beautiful part of the West. I knew he was making the announcement for the 
benefit of the boys, and they quickly agreed that I should go. They had been 
there several times, and they were enthusiastic about the scenic beauty of 
the lake that is half in California and half in Nevada. 

"There was no convention, of course, but John and I had four wonderful days 
and nights up there. He had rented a private lodge and we flew up and back. 
It was my first time in a plane, and, of course, it was my first time to see 
the lavish casinos and the wonders of the lake itself. 

"When we came back, I knew I was deeply in love with my uncle John, and I 
didn't feel guilty about it at all. In fact, I felt a bit more guilty about 
Rich than I did John, because he still avoided my eyes most of the time, and 
although he was polite enough around me, he shied away most of the time, as 
if he were ashamed of himself, or else he was afraid that he would break 
down and make more passes at me. 

"Jack and I went on having wonderful times, and it wasn't until a month 
later that he and I finally had intercourse. He had asked me to go to a 
beach party at night, and I asked John if he minded and he said, 'Of course 
not. You'll have fun-and that's what I want most for you.' 

"So, we went to this beach party and I met a lot of Jack's friends. It was 
sort of a wild bunch-a lot of them seemed to be hippies, and I enjoyed 
myself until most of them began to get pretty drunk. Jack wasn't really 
drunk, but he was feeling good, and when I told him I wanted to go home, he 
sobered up quickly. He apologized for his friends and asked me to walk along 
the beach with him for a while, so he could sober up completely. He didn't 
want his father to see he had been drinking heavily-not that John would have 
minded too much about the drinking, but he was awfully strict with both boys 
about drinking and driving. 

"Jack was so quiet and so apologetic that I began to feel sorry for him. I 
don't know how it started, but we sat down in the sand, listening to the 
surf pounding in, looking at the stars, and we began to talk about our lives 
without a mother. Jack, in spite of all his gaiety, was a lonely person, and 
he must have missed his mother terribly. Rich was tougher-strong, like his 
father-but Jack was just a little, lonesome boy at heart. 

"The next thing we knew, we were kissing and feeling, and without really 
getting all excited about it, he took off my bathing suit, and stripped off 
his trunks, and we made love there on the sand under the stars. 

"It was odd, but Jack was more experienced at it than Rich had been, and he 
was more at ease. He didn't say any wild, romantic things about loving me, 
or 'getting carried away by my beautiful body.' He just said that I 'turned 
him on to top heat,' and when it was over, I had come twice and he had come 
twice, and when we were walking back to his car, all he said was that I had 
been wonderful. He had no guilt feelings nor any regrets, and I could tell 
that he must have had intercourse with a lot of his dates. To Jack, it was 
just part of the game. It seemed no more nor no less enjoyable than a fine 
meal or a ride along the beach on a beautiful day. 

"In a way, I cared a lot about Jack. I liked his way of looking at things, 
and we became really good friends-not just lovers-but close buddies. I had 
intercourse with him three times that summer, and it was always the 
samegood, satisfying-and then forgotten. 

"My life alone with Uncle John was the real happy part of my summer. I grew 
to love him more every day, and when it began to get near the time I had to 
return home to get back to school, we both worried a lot. I don't think he 
knew what to say, in spite of his maturity and man-of-the-world ways. I 
didn't know how to put the real dread at leaving him into words, but I tried 
to show him with every part of my body, how I loved him and wanted him. I 
had grown up so much during those weeks. We had come to a point of complete 
ease with each other in bed. I had wanted to suck his cock, and he treated 
me as if I were a goddess, after I had begun to do it to him. 

"When it came time to go, he wouldn't let me take the bus. Instead, he flew 
me to Phoenix, rented a car and drove me to my dad's place. He and I had 
talked about it, and he got right to the point with my father. He asked him 
if he would let me come and live with them and go to school in Los Angeles. 

"My father's face fell, and I could see that it hurt him to think I would 
want to leave him. He said he'd need a little time to think it over and to 
talk with me, so Uncle John left for home. My father was very strange about 
it. He seemed to want to have me go, yet he couldn't give me up, and 
finally, he told me that he had had to go to a doctor while I was away, and 
that he was very sick. He had cancer. 

"Naturally, I forgot all about my dream of going back to be with Uncle John. 
I wouldn't even listen when Uncle John wrote and offered my father a home 
there, too. My dad was a proud man, and he wouldn't accept charity from 
anyone. He and John had never really liked each other. They were too 
different in their personalities and backgrounds, and I knew that my dreams 
were dead-at least for the time being. 

"The young never really accept death as a fact, and even though my dad lived 
for more than two years, and was awfully sick the last few months, it still 
surprised me when he died. 

"I was sixteen, but I felt as if I were thirty. I had been dating once in a 
great while, but nothing serious, and no sex. Somehow, I didn't want it, 
without John. 

"The first year we had written a lot, and I had even called him on the phone 
a few times, but just before my father died, I hadn't heard from John for 
over two months. He and the boys came to Arizona for the funeral, and it was 
then that I got an even bigger shock than my father's death! Uncle John 
brought his wife with him. She was a nice woman, young-about thirty, pretty, 
graceful and warm, and I liked her a lot. 

"When he introduced her, Uncle John looked at me with his steely blue eyes, 
and it told me all I had to know. It was over between us-forever. Dad's 
property didn't bring much and he had only a small insurance policy, and 
Uncle John offered to help me find a place to live in L.A., but I knew it 
would be too hard on him and on myself. The spark was still there. I could 
feel it when we touched each other, so I wanted to leave it as it was-a 
beautiful summer in my life. 

"I took what money I had and came to Seattle. Maybe it was the utter 
contrast to the desert I was raised in, but I love the rain, the beautiful 
lakes and most of all, the awesome stretches of forests. I'm married now, 
and very happy. My husband, Earl, is an attorney and I have a lovely home-as 
lovely as Uncle John's house. 

"Earl is almost twenty years older than I, and I suppose that Uncle John did 
have something to do with my preference for older men when I began to date 
seriously. I met Earl when I took a job as secretary in his offices, and we 
were married less than a year later. He was a divorce, and has a son that is 
almost as old as I, but we have a good life. 

"Rich and Jack are still unmarried, and they visited us here for a week last 
year. We had a good time, and none of us mentioned our summer. I have never 
seen Uncle John since my dad's funeral. I don't know how I really feel about 
him. I know one thing: I get a strange, lonesome feeling deep inside me when 
I hear a song that's popular right now. It comes from the musical Mame and 
it's called 'If He Walked Into My Life Today.' 

"But it's best this way. I'm not ashamed in my own heart of my love for him. 
In a way, he made me ready for a love like Earl gives me. I'm happy; he's 
happy, and that's the way all love stories ought to end." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The Two Worlds of Julie 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A case like Julie Brown's is an exceptionally rare one, for 
it involves incest with both an aunt and an uncle in a lesbian and 
heterosexual pattern. It is not typical, yet when one hears her story it is 
completely understandable. It might be said that it is a "typical" slum 
case, but that could be putting it too mildly, for Julie at age twelve was 
thrust into a jungle of poverty, immorality, alcoholism and sex aberration, 
in which she was forced into a battle for survival. 

"I can talk about it now because I'm out of it. I'm twenty, on my own, doing 
good. I want to say one thing at the beginning, though: I'm sick and tired 
of all these meatheads who go around kidding themselves, saying 'Black is 
beautiful!' Black is shitty. Black is hell! Black is the worst goddamned 
thing that anybody can be. I hate my black face and body-my kinky hair-my 
big nose and fat 'nigger lips.' 

"I don't know if I'd be any different if I hadn't been brought up in a 
dirty, smelly slum. Maybe if my father and mother had been decent people I'd 
be able to dress fancy like the hippie bunch, and walk the streets or the 
campus with signs saying that 'Black is beautiful.' But in my world nothing 
was beautiful-black, white, red or yellow. They were all garbage, just like 
I was. 

"I don't know who my father was. I doubt if my mother even did. Her maiden 
name was Brown, so that's the name I go by. She was one of those dumb, 
'deep-south' Negroes whose daddy brought her to New York so he could 'make 
something of himself.' That's a laugh. He made himself into a shoeshine boy, 
that's what. And he was worse off than he had been back in Mississippi, 
because there he didn't have any uppity ideas, or any dreams of licking the 
world. He finally got fed up and just cut out, leaving my mother and six 
kids on their own. 

"She's never known any other life than the welfare. Neither have I, until I 
got out on my own. 

"No wonder she used to sleep with anybody who would give her a meal or buy 
her a cheap dress. She had four of us kids before she was twenty-five, and 
the last two she had were born dead. I think she wanted it that way, but 
maybe it just happened because she didn't have enough food or clothes. 

"I never did know much about my relatives, except for my aunt Sally. She 
used to live near us in New York, but she moved away to Chicago and we heard 
she got married. She wrote once in a while and said she was doing real well, 
and that her husband had a good job with a truck company. Once a year or so 
she'd send a present, like for Christmas or on my birthday, and I felt that 
at least I had somebody I could call a relative. 

"I got sick and tired of all the men that messed with my mother, and we 
began to fight real bad when some of them began trying to screw me. My 
mother began to call me a troublemaker and a liar, and one day I stole some 
money out of her purse and just left. I knew it was all the money she had 
but I didn't care. She was getting it from men, anyhow, and I wasn't going 
to be no young whore for those black bastards ! 

"I got a ticket for Chicago and still had enough left over for a couple of 
sandwiches and some soft drinks. I asked how to get to my aunt's address 
when I got there, and took a city bus to where she lived. I was a little 
disappointed when I saw the neighborhood. It wasn't a lot different from 
ours, only she did have her own house-a small one, but still not a 
rat-filled tenement like we lived in in New York. 

"I got to her place about noon, and when she opened the door she just 
blinked at me and growled, 'Well, what you want, young'un?' 

"I thought she was groggy from just being waked up, but later I found out 
that she was stoned to the ears. I told her I was Julie Brown, her niece, 
and she scowled at me and finally asked, 'What you doin' here?' I told her I 
had run away. It didn't seem to register with her, but she held the screen 
door open and told me to come in. All I had was a little canvas bag with a 
dress and two pairs of panties and my other pair of shoes. 

"She made some coffee and drank a couple of cups, black and hot. After that 
she seemed to be able to think clearer. Finally, she said, 'And you want to 
stay here with your aunt Sally, huh?' I told her I did, and she nodded. She 
said, 'Well, I guess Roy won't mind for a while, but you'll have to sleep on 
the couch.' 

"I didn't mind that. It would be better than sleeping in the bedroom with 
just a beat up mattress on the floor, and my mother's men friends making 
noise all night, fucking and arguing. 

"When my uncle Roy, whom I'd never seen, came home that night, he just 
shrugged when my aunt told him I was going to stay for a while. She had been 
drinking gin all afternoon, and there was no meal ready for him. He just 
looked at her and shrugged and began to fix supper. I wanted him to like me, 
so I asked him if I could help. He told me I could peel some potatoes if I 
wanted to, and I did. He got some hamburger out of the refrigerator and 
opened a can of pork and beans, and that's what we had for supper. It was a 
lot better than I was used to most of the time, but my aunt didn't eat. She 
just kept on drinking gin. Finally, she went into the bedroom. I could hear 
her snoring in a few minutes. 

"Uncle Roy didn't say much for a long time. I got up and began to clear the 
table, and I got some soapy water ready in the sink to wash the dishes. He 
seemed to like that. He wiped the dishes and we began to talk. He told me he 
was a truck driver for a big wholesale food company, and that he worked six 
days a week. He asked me about myself, and what grade in school I was in, 
and why I had run away. I just told him the straight truth. He stopped and 
just looked at me when I told him about all the men that slept at our 
house-some stayed a long time, others just one night. He shook his head and 
put his hand on my shoulder. 'You had it pretty rough, Julie,' he said, 
patting my shoulder. 'You can stay here. Maybe you and I need each other 
more than we know.' I didn't know quite what he meant then, but I liked him. 
At least he noticed me. When the dishes were done, he gave me a dime and 
told me to go down to the store and get myself an ice cream cone. It was 
only a half block away on the corner, and when I came back he had fallen 
asleep in the chair in front of a pretty old small-screen TV. He looked 
awful tired, and I wondered why he didn't make my aunt do some of the things 
in the house-especially get his meals. 

"I didn't know what to do, so I just watched TV for a while. Then I got 
undressed and laid down on the couch. He had told me there was a blanket and 
a pillow in the closet in the front room, so I got them and got ready to go 
to sleep. I thought maybe I should wake him, and when I shook him he woke up 
right away. He shook his head and stared at me. I just had my panties on-I 
didn't have a bra-and my breasts were beginning to grow round and nice, and 
he just stared at them, and at my pussy. 

"I told him I was going to bed, and he got up and put his arm around me. He 
kissed my lips and put one hand on my breast. 'You're a good girl, Julie,' 
he said. 'You sleep. We'll talk some more.' He kissed me again, after I 
crawled under the cover, and I got to thinking about how his hand had felt 
on my breast. Lots of boys and men had felt my breasts, but none of them had 
been soft or kind like Roy had. I guess it was the first time I could 
remember somebody kissing me good-night. I fell asleep fast, thinking that I 
was going to be all right. At least my aunt and uncle seemed willing to let 
me live there, and anything was better than home. 

"I woke up and felt strange for a moment. It was just getting to be daylight 
and I heard noise from the kitchen and I could smell coffee. I got up and 
went out, and there was Uncle Roy, all dressed and shaved, drinking coffee 
and fixing himself some sandwiches. He had already filled his thermos bottle 
and was about to leave. He smiled when he saw me and I went over and kissed 
him on the cheek. He grinned at that and held me in his arms a moment, 
kissing my lips. His one hand was rubbing my breast, and in a minute his 
kisses got different. He began to shove his tongue into my mouth. I opened 
my mouth wider and sucked it. 

"He pushed me away all at once, grabbed his lunch bucket, and left. All he 
said was, 'You be good.' Then he was gone. I went back to bed feeling sort 
of excited, but sort of let down, too. I fell asleep, and about ten I heard 
my aunt hollering at the top of her voice: 'Bring me some coffee, Julie, and 
get your black ass in here fast!' 

"I heated the coffee that was left and took a cup into her room. She looked 
a mess. Her hair was all straggly, she was naked, and her eyes were 
bloodshot. 

"Aunt Sally took the cup of coffee, spilling it a little on the messy bed, 
because her hands were shaking bad. After a sip or two, she looked at me as 
if for the first time. I was only wearing my panties. I hadn't put my dress 
on, and I felt funny from the way she kept on eyeing my breasts and my 
crotch. 

"I'd had plenty of 'street sex' learning from the smart-ass guys, but it had 
never dawned on me that there were women who went for other females. Still, 
I felt funny with her staring at my titties. I had understood-even liked it 
a little-when Uncle Roy had cupped and squeezed my breast with his hand, 
especially that morning when he was kidding me so hot. I was a little scared 
by the wild look on Sally's face. I was relieved when she told me to go and 
see if there was any gin left in the cupboard. 

"I found a third of a bottle and took it in to her. She'd finished the 
coffee, and she grabbed the bottle and took two or three big swallows, then 
corked it and laid back down. She was still staring hard at my titties. 

"'Sit down!' she commanded, pointing to the bed. I was a little afraid of 
her, so I sat down beside her. She reached out her hand and felt my breast. 
In spite of my fear of her, when she began to pinch the nipple and roll it 
between her fingers I began to get hot in the crotch. She moved to the other 
breast and I got hotter. Then she pulled me down to her and began to suck on 
one of my nipples! I'd never had anyone do that. Some of the boys and men 
had pinched them or felt them, but I'd never had anybody kiss them. It 
really made me gasp. I knew it was wrong, or at least awfully strange, but I 
liked it. 

"I let her kiss the other nipple and I relaxed a little. She moved down on 
my body, kissing and biting and sucking, sliding my panties off as she moved 
her mouth down to my crotch. I could feel my cunt getting wet and hot, and I 
just spread my legs and let her stick her tongue inside my cunt! It was 
really something. I'd played with myself a lot of times, but it had never 
been like her mouth felt, with her tongue diving in and out. She began to 
play with the crack of my ass, then shoved a finger up inside my asshole! 

"By that time, I was bucking and writhing around in excitement. I wanted her 
to keep on until I came. I used to come all the time when I masturbated, so 
I knew what it was. Besides, all the kids I'd known back in New York talked 
about fucking, sucking, and masturbating-all the time. But I had never had 
anyone suck my pussy, and I never even thought that a woman would even want 
to do it to another woman! Maybe I was dumb, but that's the straight truth! 

"What puzzled me even more, I guess, was the fact that I liked it, and that 
I could come by having a woman do that to me. Aunt Sally didn't even seem to 
know or care if I came or not. She just spread my legs wide and dug in with 
her fingers, her tongue and her teeth. I had two quick comes, and all the 
while she just was moaning and sucking, mumbling into my cunt things like: 
'I just want to eat you all day, baby.' Or, 'Fresh, sweet meat for Sally.' I 
wondered if she was a little off her rocker, the way she was acting. 

"Finally, she just got tired and flopped back on the bed. She was naked, and 
I saw her flat, saggy titties just seem to almost disappear when she laid on 
her back. She wasn't a good-looking woman to start with, and with all the 
booze she gulped all the time I couldn't help but think that no man would 
really want to fuck her or make love to her. She wasn't old, just beat-up 
looking. 

"She reached out one arm and dragged me over to her. 'Your turn, Julie,' she 
said, already beginning to talk with a thick tongue from the belts of gin 
she'd taken. 'Come on, suck your old Aunt Sally's cunt, baby.' 

"I shuddered when she threw off the sheet and I saw her cunt. It was covered 
with thick hair, but the lips of it stuck out at least a half inch, and I 
could see the folds of brownish flesh inside. It looked like a worn-out 
piece of liver! Even from a distance of a couple of feet I could smell it, 
and it was sickening. I knew if I tried to put my tongue inside that ugly 
hunk of flesh I'd throw up. I didn't know what to do. I reached for the gin 
bottle that she had set on the floor by the bed, and took the cork out and 
handed it to her. I could hear my voice cracking with fright when I told 
her, "Here, Auntie, have a little more of the gin. I'll be back, and then 
I'll suck it.' 

"I guess she believed me, because she swigged down all that was left of the 
gin. I hadn't seen any more out in the kitchen, and I wondered what I would 
do if she insisted on me sucking her cunt! My own pussy still tingled with 
the thrill of her sucking it, but I knew I just couldn't 'go down' on her 
and eat her smelly cunt, no matter what she did to me. 

"I went to the bathroom and locked the door. I hoped that the gin would put 
her back to sleep, and it did. When I came out a half-hour later I could 
hear her snoring. I peeked in and saw that she was lying there naked, one 
arm over the edge of the bed, still clinging to the empty gin bottle. 

"I tried to think what I'd do when she woke up. I went through all the 
cupboards in the kitchen, and under some pans I found a pint of gin. I put 
that beside her bed and then I left the house. I just walked, thinking about 
things, about Uncle Roy feeling me up, and kissing me that way, and, most of 
all, about my aunt. She was a queer-a woman lover. Funny, but I kept feeling 
sorry for my uncle, not her. She seemed to be able to knock herself out of 
the world with gin, but I wondered what that poor guy did. I had seen that 
he had to do all the cooking, and from the messy house she had I guess Roy 
had to do any cleaning that was done, too. But most of all I wondered about 
Roy and Sally in bed. I was dumb about those things then. I didn't know 
anything about bisexuals or lesbians or homo sexuals-only the smutty 
insinuations that the kids made about other kids at school. But they never 
explained what they were talking about. 

"I wondered if Uncle Roy knew that his wife liked to suck cunt, and I 
wondered how he could stand to even get into bed with that smelly cunt of 
hers. I wondered if he sucked hers, and if she sucked his cock. A hundred 
things. 

"I came to a little park. At least there was a few feet of grass there, with 
some half-dead bushes around it, so I sat down on the grass and wondered 
some more. I guess I thought a lot about Uncle Roy because I kept 
remembering the way he had kissed me and fooled with my breast. I wondered 
if he ever stuck his tongue into my aunt mouth, the way he had mine. I just 
couldn't see how he could. I thought about the tingle that had gone through 
my body when he was tonguing my mouth and feeling my titty. I compared the 
feeling to when I played with my pussy, using my fingers, and to the way it 
had felt when my aunt was sucking it! I was all mixed up, but I knew one 
thing for sure-I liked the feeling I got from my uncle a lot more than when 
my drunken aunt slobbered all over my pussy and my tits! 

"I stayed out until late in the afternoon, and when I went home I could hear 
my aunt snoring again. I peeked in and saw that she had opened the bottle 
I'd put there, and had drank over half of it. She was dead to the world, and 
I went to the kitchen and found some potatoes and some hamburger. I peeled 
the potatoes and put them on the stove to boil, and I made patties of the 
hamburger. I found a can of pork and beans, and I opened them and put them 
in a bowl. Then I set the table. I don't know why, but I only set two 
places, one for me and one for Uncle Roy. I guess I didn't think my aunt 
would wake up by the time we ate. 

"Uncle Roy came in about six, and he looked so tired. He glanced into the 
bedroom, then came into the kitchen. He smiled when he saw that I had 
started supper, and he came over and kissed me. He didn't feel me up, or 
stick his tongue in my mouth-he just kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my 
shoulder. 

"He said, 'You're a good girl, Julie. How did you get on with Sally today?' 
I wanted to blurt out the whole story, but I was afraid that I might be 
spilling the beans-that maybe he didn't know about her. 

"I stuttered, 'We-well, she-just stayed in bed most all day. I-" Uncle Roy 
nodded and heaved a big sigh. 'You don't have to be afraid to say it, honey. 
She was stoned all day. She's that way most of the time.' He spread his 
hands wide and shrugged. 'I just don't know what to do about her.' 

"I walked over and put my arms around his waist, and held my face up for a 
kiss. He looked down at me, his hands going around my waist. 

Then he said, 'You're smarter than I think you are, Julie. But-' He frowned, 
shaking his head as if he didn't want to say what he was going to. Then he 
squeezed me tight against him so that I couldn't see his eyes, and he asked, 
'Did she-did Sally try to-well, do anything to you?' 

"I knew then that he knew she was a cuntsucker, and in a way I felt 
relieved. I just nodded my head up and down, hanging on to him tightly. 

"I could feel him tense up. He said, 'That drunken bitch! I ought to throw 
her ass out on the street, right now! The cunt-loving, gin-soaked bitch!' 

"I could feel the fires building inside him, and I just wanted to cuddle him 
like I would a little boy that was hurt. But I didn't know what to do, so I 
just squeezed him tighter and patted him on the back. 

"He pushed me back a little and I looked up at him. He was staring at me as 
if he was just realizing that I was there, in his arms. I could see the 
question in his eyes, and I lied. 'She didn't do anything, Uncle Roy-honest. 
She just wanted me to sit on the bed, but I was too scared. That was all. I 
brought her some more gin, but I guess I shouldn't have.' 

"He shook his head quickly. 'You did just right, girl. Keep the sonofabitch 
smashed-that's the only way I can stand the goddamned bastard. It's you that 
I'm worrying about, not her. Was any of her friends here?' 

"I told him that I had walked a long time, and that I didn't think so, 
because she was asleep when I left and she had drank a lot of gin by the 
time I came back and started supper. He nodded, and said, 'You're sweet, 
baby. Go ahead and put the hamburg on and I'll wash up. Maybe we go to the 
movies or something, okay?' 

"He bent and kissed me quickly, holding my ass in his big hands and pulling 
me in close. I could feel his cock beginning to get big, and I stuck my 
tongue into his mouth quickly, then drew it out, teasing him. He grinned and 
said, 'Devil!' I pushed him away and went over and got the hamburg patties 
I'd fixed. He stood there watching me as I put them in to fry, a smile on 
his face. It was good to see him smile, and I smiled back. He went into the 
bathroom and I could hear him whistling while he was washing up. 

"We had a nice supper. He said it wouldn't do any good, but I put one 
hamburg pattie aside and some potatoes, in case Aunt Sally woke up. He told 
me to put the dishes in the sink and we'd go somewhere. 

"He had a battered old car that he said just about got him to work and then 
home, but that we'd take a chance on it tonight. I thought we were going to 
a regular movie, but he drove quite a ways and then we went into a drive-in 
theater. I don't even remember what was playing. He parked way in the back 
row, away from any other cars, and when he put a speaker in the car, he 
turned it off. He put his arm around my shoulders and I could hear his voice 
shake when he asked, 'Were you foolin' me with those kisses, girl?' 

"I wanted him to know that I meant them, and I turned so he could see my 
face in the dimness. 'No. I liked it. I want more!' 

"'You know what you're saying?' he asked, his hand moving along my bare 
thigh. 'I'm talkin' about more than kissing, Julie.' 

"I said bravely, 'So am I.' At least, I wanted to sound brave. 

"'You ever been with a man?' he asked, peering into my face. I knew I 
couldn't lie to him. If I did he'd find out anyhow, so I just said, 'Nobut-' 
I sighed, 'I want to.' 

"'You're a sweet baby,' Roy said, his hand sliding farther up my leg until 
he came to my crotch. He slid a finger inside my panties and began to play 
with the lips of my pussy. I squirmed and spread my legs, and he moved 
closer and stuck his finger right into my cunt, touching my knob and making 
me jump and gasp with the pleasure of it. 

"'Let's get in the back seat, honey,' he said. When I was crawling over the 
seat, he took my pantie top in both hands and just peeled them off me. I 
giggled and flopped in the back seat. He crawled over, and took me in his 
arms, so that one hand was on my breast and the other slid up between my 
legs. I could feel my pussy getting wet and hot as his fingers slid up 
inside it. I reached over and unzipped his pants and put my hand inside his 
fly. His cock was already stiff, and it felt hot when I grabbed it and began 
to stroke it. 

"We just did that for a few minutes, while we kissed with our tongues flying 
in and out of each other's mouth. He was rolling the nipple of my breast 
around with his thumb and finger, while his finger on the other hand was 
massaging my knob, and I was jerking his prick, harder and faster all the 
time. 

"All at once, Uncle Roy stopped feeling me both places, and he laid me back 
on the car seat. He grabbed one leg and put it up around his shoulder, then 
he got down on his knees on the floor. He spread the lips of my cunt with 
his fingers and he shoved his tongue up inside my pussy! It was a million 
times more exciting than it had been when Aunt Sally did it. Without 
thinking, I reached down and grabbed his head with both my hands, pulling 
him in closer to my aching pussy! He began to rub his tongue hard against 
it, up and down, and he shoved one finger into the back part of my cunt and 
dug it in deep. Inside a half-minute, I just lost control of my pussy. It 
began to move, all by itself, faster and faster, up and down, meeting his 
tongue and finger, and then a burst of heat spread all over my body, 
starting with the spot where his tongue was rubbing! He was making noises 
like somebody eating soup, and I raised my head and looked down, watching 
him licking and sucking, happier than I'd ever dreamed a black slum-girl 
could ever be! 

"I wanted more. I wanted his cock inside me, rubbing the places he was 
sucking, touching the deep inside parts that his finger was exploring. I 
wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked! 

"I pushed his head back and he raised his head. I looked into his eyes. 
'Fuck me, Roy-please fuck me and fuck me!' I pleaded. 

"He raised up and spread my legs wide, one resting on the back of the seat 
and the other hanging over the edge. He stayed on his knees and moved in 
between my legs, his big, beautiful black cock in his hand. He guided the 
head of it to the lips of my cunt. Then he took my hips and pulled me down 
on his prick! I felt it slide deep inside me, and it didn't hurt-or if it 
did, I didn't feel it. 

"He moaned as he dug it into me, all the way. It made me gasp, and I slid 
down so that I locked one leg around his hip, so I could help him go even 
deeper into my throbbing pussy! He kept saying, 'Oh, sweet shit, baby-sweet, 
sweet shit, you're good!' 

"I kept saying to him, 'Fuck me, Roy-fuck me all you've got-fuck me!' 

"We both seemed to know that the other one was coming, and we just hung onto 
each other tight, using arms, hands and legs. Then I felt his warm, sweet 
come shooting inside me at the same second that I burst wide open like 
fireworks in the sky. The hot electric sparks seemed to shoot out of his 
cock and into my pussy, and then they spread all over me. My ass tingled, my 
stomach shook and my cunt was afire with him! I couldn't stop, even when the 
first come was over. It was too perfect. I didn't want him to ever stop. 

"He kept on, his cock getting harder again, and we came again in a couple of 
minutes. This time, I just had to stop long enough to kiss him-to suck his 
tongue and tell him over and over that I loved him-I loved his cock inside 
me-I loved his fucking! I was like a wild animal, and he laughed as he 
pulled his cock out. 

"'Plenty more, baby, from now on,' Roy laughed, bending his head and licking 
at my come-filled cunt. 'You and me, we're gonna really show them.' 

"We straightened ourselves up and he drove out of the drive-in. I sat close, 
my hand on his still hard prick, rubbing it. For the first time in my life, 
I felt close to somebody. I loved somebody and could feel love come back to 
me from Roy. I didn't care about anything else. To hell with Aunt Sally-or 
the whole world, for that matter. 

"Uncle Roy pulled into the driveway by the house. It was still dark, so he 
figured that Sally was still sleeping off her drunk, or had started on a new 
one. We sat there just looking at each other, his hand playing with my tit, 
and me rubbing his cock with my hand. Without even wondering if he would 
like it or not, I bent over all of a sudden and plunged my mouth down over 
his cock! I wanted to stuff my mouth with it-eat it, lick it, suck 
it-anything to show him that I loved it, and him. 

"He put his hands in back of my head and helped push my head down and up as 
I began to suck on it, using my teeth to nibble at the head of it once in a 
while. 

"It only took a minute or so. He said in a husky voice, 'I'm gonna shoot in 
your mouth, baby. Don't be afraid. Just swallow it. I'm coming, baby-NOW!' 

"He let himself go, his cock moving in and out of my mouth faster and 
faster, until I felt the spurt of his warm juice shooting into my mouth. I 
loved it. I swallowed and kept on sucking, licking every drop of it up, 
until finally he began to bunch up his stomach muscles, and gasp when I 
sucked it. He pushed me away, but he pulled my face up to his and kissed me 
softly on the mouth. 'I love you, baby,' he mumbled. 'I really do love you, 
like I never loved no one before!' 

"I loved him so much I wanted to cry. I wondered how I could ever love him 
the way I wanted to, with that ugly bitch of an aunt around. I know it was 
borrowing trouble, but I had been to heaven, and I wanted to stay there, and 
the black devil in the house couldn't keep me out!" 

It is an accepted fact that promiscuous sex activity is far more prevalent 
in slum areas than anywhere else. As one "welfare mother," who raised seven 
children without ever being married, put it: "What else can poor people do 
for fun? Sex is free, at least, and something the welfare people haven't 
taken away or rationed-yet!" 

That Julie would accept sex as freely as she did with her Uncle Roy is 
understandable. In her background, sex was the only thing she saw plenty of, 
and to her, it became an accepted fact of life. This is true among the 
majority of slum dwellers, and it has nothing to do with ethnic background. 
Because the minority groups are, by and large, fated to live in sub-standard 
communities, many tend to think that free-wheeling sex is much more common 
to Negroes, Mexican-Americans, and Puerto Ricans. Authorities say this is 
not the case, but rather, that the living conditions are responsible for the 
sexual promiscuity, as well as the high rate of births out of wedlock. 

Most states have rules in their welfare ad ministration which state that if 
there is an adult male in the household, who is not disabled, then he must 
work, or no welfare aid can be given. This one factor alone has created the 
phenomenon that Betty spoke of: a male who "lives" at the home, or at least, 
who visits at night for sex and social purposes, but who would automatically 
disrupt the welfare payments if he were to marry or live under a common-law 
status with the woman of the house. 

That this is regrettable cannot be denied, yet no changes have been 
forthcoming to remedy this cruel injustice. However, in this book, we are 
interested in the socio-psychological facets only insofar as they affect the 
sex habits of the individuals involved. We are here not as moralists or 
reformers, but as reporters, and in the course of many investigations into 
case histories brought to our attention, we have come across this situation 
so often that it is hard to ignore its influence on the unfortunate dwellers 
in the "poverty pockets." 

Returning to Julie and her aunt and uncle: This girl stepped into a 
situation that was fraught with tragic possibilities long before she entered 
the scene. A wife who is a complete alcoholic; a husband who is sexually 
frustrated (as we determined in talks with Roy), and who is suddenly 
confronted with a nubile young girl who, in her innocence of sex, falls in 
love with him. That Julie was ripe for seduction by any man who was even 
kind and considerate of her, is beyond question. Added to this was the 
shocking and disgusting experience she had with her lesbian aunt. 

The knowledge that his wife was not only a hopeless drunk, unavailable to 
him as a sex partner, even had he not loathed her for her lesbianism, made 
Roy equally vulnerable to the situation that presented itself in the coming 
of his niece. 

We are not attempting to write a mystery, thus, we will reveal that Roy is 
now serving a ten-to twenty-year sentence for second-degree murder, and 
Julie is a ward of the state, confined to a home for wayward juvenile 
females. We reveal this at this point in order that we might include some of 
the statements of the harried and work-ridden Uncle Roy. Roy is, by most 
standards, a "good" man. He showed this by continuing to work hard to 
support a home and to keep at least a semblance of his marriage intact. That 
it was frustrating for him is readily understandable; in fact, it is 
difficult to see why he even made the effort. Parts of his testimony on the 
witness stand will serve to provide a deeper look into the heart of a 
lonely, bitter man who saw a glimmer of hope, and who grasped it without 
counting the cost. We hope that the reader will neither condemn nor condone 
his acts, but will join us in trying to understand him better. 

"I worked hard for what I got, and it wasn't for myself. It was for Sally, 
from the beginning. I loved her, a long time ago, and I wanted the things 
any man wants-a home, a good wife, kids, maybe-the decent life. I'm not 
blaming anybody for the way things happened, but I always had to take hard 
jobs. I didn't have no education to speak of, and being black as well as 
dumb, doesn't give a man much of a chance. 

"Sally was all right at the start. I guess it was my fault that the sexy 
side started to go downhill. I worked long hours in the warehouse when I 
first started for the company, loading trailers and unloading boxcars and 
trucks, before I got a chance to become a truck driver. I'd come home at 
eight o'clock at night, and I'd be so tired that I'd fall asleep at the 
supper table. 

"I couldn't blame her for getting pretty fed up with that, and when I bought 
the house, I had to work even harder. I took two jobs for a while-delivering 
papers in the early morning hours to the newsstands-before I went to work in 
the warehouse. 

"Sally began to drink a lot. I didn't like it, but there wasn't much I could 
do about it. I suppose that she missed sex, too, and began to hang around 
bars a lot, drinking cheap gin and being picked up by men. When I found that 
out, I beat the hell out of her and that only made her worse. 

"The next thing I knew, I come home and find her in bed with another woman! 
Stoned to the ears, both of them! I almost lost my job over that. I was so 
uptight I had two minor accidents in one week. I knew I had to get hold of 
myself, or I'd kill myself and maybe somebody else too, in an accident. 

"So, I closed my eyes to it. I suppose everybody wonders why I didn't get a 
divorce or just walk away or throw her ass out. Well, I couldn't. I'm just 
not that way. She was a helpless wreck, toward the end, and I just couldn't 
do anything like that. I didn't have anything to be proud of, but I was 
proud, just the same. I was a man. I knew it, even if the world didn't 
notice. It wasn't any good for me or Sally, I know now, but I just couldn't 
do anything about it. Besides, a lawyer wanted six hundred dollars to get me 
a divorce! Where would a guy like me get that kind of money, without robbing 
somebody? 

"That's how it was when Julie came to live with us. I just naturally liked 
her. She was sweet and clean and kind, like Sally was once, and she was not 
a little girl-not in her body-she was a woman. She was as lonesome as I was. 
She needed somebody as bad as I did. We had a need, that's all. We didn't 
think nothing about incest. We just thought about that need we had. It was 
eating my insides out, and when she came, and was so close, so lonely-well, 
I just had to have her. 

"I'm not sorry that we had each other, even for that little while. I am 
sorry for what I had to do, but I think maybe I would have done it anyhow, 
sooner or later. I'm sorry for that, and I'm sorry that Julie had to be 
mixed up in it, but it wasn't any of her fault. All I ever got from her was 
good and sweet. No matter what anybody else thinks-it was good, what me and 
Julie had." 

We shall continue with Julie's account of her torrid affair with her uncle 
Roy. 

"I wanted to be with Roy so much, so bad, that those next few days were 
murder for me. I managed to stay out of Aunt Sally's way by seeing to it 
that she always had a good supply of gin around-Uncle Roy bought it and hid 
it so I could give it to her-and when some of her women friends would come, 
I'd just leave. I'd pretend that I had some errand to do for Uncle Roy. Most 
of the times, it was the same woman. She was older than Sally, and she was 
almost always drunk. , "A couple of times, I would pretend that I'd gone, 
and I'd sneak back in and peek into the living room or the bedroom. They 
would be in bed, either making love to each other, or just drinking gin, 
talking, but not laughing. I never heard Sally laugh. Most of the time, all 
she did was scream at me at the top of her lungs. She was always stoned by 
the time Roy came home, and after a while, we just began to ignore her. I 
mean, we just made love on the couch in the living room while she was 
smashed out of her skull from the booze. We could hear her drunken snores, 
and we got so we almost forgot that she was even there, after a while. 

"We did everything to make each other happy. Once or twice, Uncle Roy wanted 
to shove his cock up my ass. I didn't like the idea at first, but then I 
felt that anything he would do to me wouldn't hurt. He loved me and I loved 
him. We were all each other had, so I told him to go ahead and do it. 

"It hurt some, but when he reached in front of me and began to play with my 
knob, while he was shoving his dick up my asshole, I got a bang out of it, 
too, and I came a little bit after I first felt him shoot his hot stuff up 
inside my asshole. 

"We loved to suck each other off at the same time, after we learned how to 
get into position, because he was a lot taller than I was. But the best of 
all was when we would fuck the regular way. I loved to lie on my back and 
wrap my legs around Roy, and just hang on while he pumped joy into my box. 

"That's the way we were the night Sally staggered out of the bedroom and 
caught us. We were both naked, and we were so wrapped up in fucking that we 
didn't even hear her stumbling around in her room, looking for some more 
gin, I suppose. 

"I saw her first and I froze. I was scared. She was standing there with a 
bleary look in her eyes, an empty gin bottle dangling from her hand. She was 
only wearing a dirty nightgown. 

"Roy knew something was wrong when I got so stiff and scared, and he turned 
his head and saw her. He was startled, and he didn't even take his cock out 
or get up off of me. We just laid there like statues, and Sally stood almost 
as still as we were, except that she was weaving around, almost falling 
down. 

"All at once, her eyes got wild. She took the gin bottle by the neck and 
smashed it against the radiator near the door. She came running at us, 
screeching, 'I'll cut your fucking cunt out, you rotten slut!' It was me she 
was after, and I just stiffened in terror and grabbed Roy's body. He had 
more sense than I did. He pushed me away quickly and scrambled up. He met 
her before she reached the couch, and she raised the jagged glass and tried 
to stab him in the face! 

"He caught her arm in mid-air. He was strong, from loading all those heavy 
boxes and cartons every day, and I saw his fingernails digging into her 
flesh, but she didn't let go of the bottle. He shook her arm, but she still 
didn't let it fall, so he swung his other hand and hit her with his fist. 
She fell backward and she still had the bottle. But she was dazed, and when 
he came over and tried to take the bottle, she kicked Roy right in the 
balls! He grabbed both hands around his balls and cock, and he cursed at 
her. If she'd have had shoes on, she'd have probably 'nutted' him. He backed 
off a little, holding his crotch, and she got to a sitting position, then on 
her hands and knees, still grasping that scary, jagged bottle! She didn't 
even pay any attention to Roy-she came at me again! I was laying there, too 
scared to move. I was scared for Roy and scared for me. Sally was like a mad 
person. She was frothing at the mouth. She was cursing me, but I couldn't 
understand what she was saying, she was so mad. 

"I threw up my arms, expecting to feel that sharp, ragged glass cutting into 
my flesh. I just wanted to save my eyes and my face. 

"Uncle Roy moved like a football player. He just flung himself through the 
air and knocked her down, like you see a man tackle another man in a 
football game. She dropped the bottle part, and scrambled away to try to get 
it again, but Roy beat her to it. He grabbed it and he raised it up over her 
neck, while he held her down with his other hand, grabbing her around the 
mouth. 

"'Stop it, you crazy woman!' he yelled. 'Or I'll cut your head off!' 

"She kept struggling, and she brought one knee up into his crotch again. It 
didn't hurt as much as the first kick, because she couldn't get a good 
swing. 

"Then everything seemed to go crazy. I saw Roy's arm going up and down. I 
heard his cursing and her screams, and I suddenly realized that I was 
screaming, too. 

"Then Sally stopped screaming. She just laid there, blood all over her face 
and neck. I could hear her gasping, making a funny, bubbly sound. Roy stood 
up, with the bottle still in his hand. He just stared down at her, and in a 
minute or so, she stopped making any noise at all. 

"I'd never seen a dead person, but I knew she was dead. Uncle Roy was 
beginning to cry. He just sobbed, over and over, 'Oh my God, oh my God!' 

"I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do. The world was caving in on me, 
and I was so scared that I wet all over myself and the couch! 

"It seemed like an hour that he just stood there, but it must have only been 
a minute. Then he snapped out of it and came over and put his arms around 
me. 'What's gonna happen to you, baby?' he said. 'I messed it all up. I just 
made a mess of everything.' 

"I was shaking with fright, and I don't remember all the things he said, but 
he made me get my clothes on and he told me to take a long, long walk. He 
said when I came back, he'd have it straightened out. I guess he wasn't 
really thinking straight, either. 

"I left, and I didn't find out until a lot later what had happened. He had 
tried to carry her body out to the car. He was going to crash the car some 
lonely spot, and he had put her clothes on her. But what none of us knew was 
that the people in the next house had heard all the screaming and cursing, 
and had called the cops. They got there just as he was putting her body into 
the car. 

"They arrested him and they waited until I came home. Then they took me to a 
police station where they only took young kids. 

"It was like a bad dream from there on. They asked me all kind of questions, 
and then they had a doctor examine me. Uncle Roy had already come once when 
we were on the couch, and they found his juices in me or something like 
that. 

"They treated me all right, but I just cried day and night. I had to appear 
at Roy's trial, too, and his lawyer had me on the witness stand. I told all 
about Sally sucking my cunt that first day, and about seeing her with other 
women in bed, licking each other's pussies and sticking their fingers inside 
each other's cunt! I told the truth about everything, right up to the point 
where I left the house. 

"I guess it wouldn't have been so bad for Roy if he hadn't tried to get rid 
of Sally's body. But his lawyer seemed to think that I had helped a lot by 
telling all those things. I wasn't there when they found him guilty, or when 
the judge sentenced him. They had already taken me to this home, and I read 
about it in the papers. 

"I can't write to him, and they won't let him write to me. I wish I could 
die, I'm so lonesome. I don't know what I'll be like when I get out of here, 
or what I'll do. But if I can find a way, I'll wait until my uncle gets out. 
Maybe I can make up to him for all the trouble I got him into, I don't 
know." 

That is the story of the two worlds of Julie: one a brief encounter with 
sexual and spiritual love, from an uncle, the other of poverty, despair and 
finally, tragedy. 

She will doubtless shy away from any lesbian contacts in the institution 
where she is confined. When the first shock of lone ess and the deep tragedy 
wanes a bit, perhaps she will adapt to life there, study, and one day, 
emerge with the scars on her soul somewhat healed. 

We hope so. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Count on Uncle Charlie, Baby! 

"I almost made it to Hollywood with Jimmy. Even if I didn't, I still had a 
ball for those few days. I'm just sorry that he had to get arrested, and 
that he lost his job and all. He was only trying to be nice to me. I was the 
one that made him take me in his semi. I don't mean I forced him, but I sure 
let him know that if he would let me ride with him he wouldn't be sorry. 

"He was an independent hauler, so he didn't have any company to worry about. 
He didn't think he would lose his license, of course, and when that happened 
he couldn't make the payments on the truck, and he couldn't get a job with 
any trucking companies after the police spread the case all over the 
newspapers. 

"We slept together in the little 'room' up over the driver's seat. Jim would 
pull off the road after he'd driven about ten hours, and, after we'd eaten 
something in a diner or restaurant, we'd just find a good quiet spot and 
crawl into our 'bed.' 

"Sure, we had sex. That was what I used to pay my way. He was a nice guy, 
and I'm sorry it happened the way it did, that he got hurt. 

"I'd sure have been better off if I had made it with him to the West 
Coast-or anywhere, for that matter. But at that time I couldn't know about 
Uncle Charlie. I had no choice. It was either go to him, or my mother was 
going to put me in a home for delinquents. I guess I couldn't blame her. 
I've been a problem for her since I was thirteen or so. 

"That's when it all started for me. I had been in all sorts of school plays, 
skits, pageants, and when the local little theater group did The Bad Seed, 
and I got the leading part. I looked like I was about eleven, and they put a 
tight wrapping over my breasts to make me look younger. I didn't know was 
going to affect me like it did-the applause, the feeling of being important 
out there in the lights-the fun of being somebody else.... 

I was hooked good. I knew then that I'd never be happy again in my life if I 
didn't make it as an actress. Oh sure, I dreamed about becoming a big star, 
but if I couldn't then I'd settle for just being a good character 
actress-anything, just so I could be part of it all! 

"I was just fourteen when I ran away the first time. I made the mistake of 
telling one of my girl friends where I was going. She told my mother, and 
the police stopped me before I was fifty miles from home. I took a bus that 
time. I used money that Arlie Jones had lent me. I call it 'lending,' even 
though I figured it was a gift. I had dated Arlie quite a few times-nobody 
knew about it, of course-and finally I'd let! him screw me. 

"Arlie was older, maybe thirty-five. I'd known him since I was a little 
girl. He was different than most of the men and boys I knew. He liked 
movies, and reading good books, things like that. Arlie was the director in 
a lot of the little theater productions, and he acted in a few. He 
understood me. Maybe that's why I let him get my cherry, even though I knew 
he was married. 

"So they brought me back home and I put on an act for a while. I never told 
them where I got the money to take a bus, but Arlie got sort of scared, and 
I didn't go on any more dates with him. 

"I had to report to a juvenile officer in town once every week, for a while. 
Then they cut it to once a month, when they thought I had learned my lesson 
about running away and about having sex with older men. 

"I even had a few dates with some younger boys, sixteen or seventeen, but it 
was a front. They were all a bunch of jerks, babies. Their idea of a big 
evening was to go to a drive-in movie and neck like hell. It turned them on, 
but not me, and when they got their steam up they always got cold feet and 
backed off. I even made one kid take my panties off and go down on me, but 
he was so damned scared that he'd make a fool of himself at fucking that he 
almost shit his pants in his hurry to get me home. He never did ask for 
another date. 

"I didn't know it at the time but I had quite a reputation at school. They 
thought I was wild. Most of the parents forbade their snot-nosed sons to 
have anything to do with that 'hussy.' That sounds like a corny word, but in 
my neighborhood that's what they called a sexy woman or girl. 

"But anyhow I should tell you about Gene. It was on account of him that I 
finally got to go to New York and stay with my uncle Charlie. Gene was 
around twenty-eight. He'd been married and divorced twice, and he came back 
to our town and managed a bar. He tended bar days, and, once in a while, 
nights. It was Gene that really turned me on more than any man in the world. 
He was handsome, with wavy blond hair, big blue eyes, and a muscular build. 
He had half the women in town making passes at him. For some reason-I guess 
because he didn't want anything to do with anyone who wanted marriage-he 
went for me. Not me alone, but mostly me. He had a small apartment in the 
same building the cocktail lounge was in and I spent a lot of time there. I 
forgot to tell you that I had known Gene since I was a baby. Of course, he 
was a lot older than I was, but I knew who he was when he was running all 
over town with a different girl every night. 

"I was walking home from school one afternoon when he pulled up in his 
convertible and sat there, smiling, waiting until I was opposite his car. 

"'You're Penny, aren't you?' 

"I pretended I didn't know him, but I knew who he was, and a tingle went up 
my spine, being so close, seeing him smile and eye me up and down. 

"'Ride?' Gene asked. I only had three more blocks to go, but I wasn't 
passing up a chance like this. He leaned over and opened the door for me. 
When I climbed in I could almost feel his eyes boring into me. I had on a 
miniskirt, and he could see part of my panties. I didn't make any effort to 
pull my skirt down, either. 

"He looked over with that big smile and said, 'Whereto, Penny?' 

"I just shrugged. He took off, and before we had gone a block he had reached 
over and was feeling my thigh. I liked it, but I didn't want him to think I 
was too easy, so I said, 'You're a fast man, Gene.' 

"He seemed sort of surprised that I knew his name, but he didn't take his 
hand away. 'Life is in a hurry, baby,' he laughed. 'Man that moves fast gets 
the most.' 

"He seemed so happy and boyish that I had to laugh along with him. We both 
knew that there was a spark between us, and that it would set off a whole 
bunch of fireworks, if we let it. And I wanted it. I had grown so damned 
bored with the jerks that had been trying to date me-I wanted a man, and 
Gene was more man than anyone I had ever seen. 

"He pulled up behind the cocktail lounge where he worked and we just walked 
up to his apartment. We didn't have to ask each other. We both knew that we 
wanted sex, and like he said, 'Life is in a hurry.' While we were 
undressing, I asked him, "How did you know I'd come up here with you?' Gene 
laughed and said, 'News gets around, Penny. About everybody. I guess you 
know a lot about me, too. Besides, I asked a few people who you were-what 
you were like-all that. I've had my eye on you for a couple of weeks. You've 
got the older chicks in this burg beat a mile-' He whistled, and his eyes 
shone as I dropped my panties and bra and stood there naked. He was in his 
shorts, and I could see that he already had a hard-on, and it was a big one. 

"I walked over to the couch and laid down, and he dropped his shorts and 
walked over to me. His cock was standing stiff and straight, and I could 
hardly wait to feel it inside me. But Gene liked to play around first, even 
though neither of us needed to be excited-we were already hot. But he spread 
my legs and crawled up between them so that he could kiss my pussy. He knew 
what he was doing, I'll tell you. He spread the lips with his fingers, then 
put his tongue in and tickled my clitoris until I began to roll and buck my 
ass up and down. He used one hand to massage one of my titties-soft, at 
first, then harder and harder until he was raking the nipple with his 
fingernails! He was driving me wild, and finally, I pushed his face away 
from my cunt and demanded: 'Fuck me, Gene-fuck me now-hard and fast-hard and 
fast!' 

"He looked at me and shook his head. 'And to think I messed around with 
those other broads all this time!' he said. He crawled up between my legs, 
getting up on his knees a little, until he fitted his cock inside my pussy. 
Then he let the weight of most of his body rest on me, and he began to pump 
away. He kept biting my lip and ear and shoving his tongue into my mouth, 
then into my ear. It always got me hot as hell when a man did that-either 
way, and I locked my legs up around his hips and met every lunge of his with 
one of my own. 

"When I felt him shoot his hot juice into me, I came. He was moaning with 
pleasure, and he kept sticking his tongue deep into my mouth, and I sucked 
it and flicked my tongue against his. He just kept right on, and I had a 
whole flock of orgasms, one right after the other, before he came the second 
time. 

"I've only told you about Gene because it was him getting me pregnant that 
led to my being sent to my uncle. When the chips were really down, my mother 
couldn't see me sent to a home for wayward girls, so she called my uncle 
Charlie in New York and asked him if I could come there to get an abortion. 
Nobody in our small town in West Virginia knew any abortionists. In fact, if 
there had been one within a hundred miles, he'd have been lynched. 

"Uncle Charlie was the 'roughneck' of my mother's family. He'd been a boxer, 
a professional strikebreaker, a sandhog, anything that was dangerous and 
rough, Charlie tackled. When he got hurt in a tunnel accident, he took his 
settlement money and bought a bar in New York. To my mother, Charlie was a 
hero. He could do anything, or have it done. He was always the one that came 
up with the money, or who doubled up his fists and beat the hell out of 
anyone who threatened him or any of his family. 

"Of course, I had no real remembrance of him, because he was always away 
somewhere working. He left home when he was sixteen. He said that he 
wouldn't 'die coughing his lungs out like my old man had, in the coal 
mines.' I guess he was pretty good as a prizefighter, but he was awfully 
young and they 'pushed' him too fast. They put him in against the top 
fighters in the light heavyweight division, and he got his brains beat in. 

"When I got pregnant, my big hero, Gene, acted like he'd never heard of me. 
Of course I didn't tell my mother who the father was, and she didn't tell 
the probation officer, either. She was always a weak sister type, who gave 
up easily. If there was anyone around to do the dirty work, she'd let them. 
So this time, it was Uncle Charlie. 

"She called him and told him that I was in trouble, and he seemed to think 
it was no more difficult than getting rid of a cold. He told my mother to 
send me along, and let him take care of everything. My mother was crying 
afterwards, and she whined, 'That's the way Charlie always was. I can hear 
him saying, a hundred times, "Count on Charlie, Sis." ' 

"Trouble was, nobody really knew Charlie anymore. He had only come back a 
couple of times for a visit, and then he was restless and bad-tempered. But 
whenever my grandparents or my mother and her older sister needed any money, 
or any kind of help, 'good old Charlie' was always right there with it. 

"I didn't really know what to expect when I went to New York. I guess every 
family has those heroes that nobody really knows, but everybody tells big 
stories about. I didn't really care, anyhow. I just wanted to get rid of the 
baby and then I knew I was going to either talk Uncle Charlie into letting 
me get a job and try for acting parts, or if he wouldn't go for that, I was 
just going to disappear and go it on my own. 

"Charlie met me at the bus depot, and he wasn't at all like I pictured him. 
He was short and stocky, with a little bit of fat on his stomach. His face 
was pretty battered. He wasn't really ugly, but he sure wasn't a 
good-looking man. But there was something about him that made people look 
and listen. He seemed to be always in command. I guess that's called being 
dynamic-whatever, Charlie had it. 

"He knew me by pictures my mother had sent, and he walked up, real breezy, 
arms outstretched, and he hugged me hard and kissed me on the mouth. His 
first words were, 'Don't worry about a thing, now, Penny. Just count on 
Uncle Charlie, baby!' 

"I was surprised that he had already contacted an abortionist-a Puerto Rican 
doctor. The second day I was there, it was all done. I was only a little 
more than two months pregnant, and it wasn't so difficult, I guess. I came 
through it fine. I guess if I hadn't, Uncle Charlie would have killed the 
doctor. As it was, Charlie went along and he was in the next room all the 
time, and when Charlie was near, the doctor seemed nervous and shaky. 

"Charlie had a real nice apartment, away from the cocktail lounge he owned, 
and I stayed there. He had one bedroom, but his living room had two studio 
couches in it that made into beds, so there was room for me. 

"I didn't see too much of Charlie the first few days. He insisted I just 
rest up and, to tell the truth, I did feel a little groggy. 

"I began to wonder about him-the way he kept sizing me up, and how he would 
always come over and kiss me when he came home-not a 'peck,' but a real hot 
kiss. I asked him when I could go down and see his place, but he kept 
telling me he didn't want his niece hanging around a saloon-he always called 
it a saloon, though it was a pretty nice cocktail lounge on 8th Avenue, near 
a lot of big office buildings. Charlie lived as if he had plenty of money, 
and I began to think that if I played up to him a little, he might let me 
stay there and take a real fling at show business. In a way, I guess I had a 
lot to do with the kissing-I opened my lips and moved my pussy up close to 
him when he kissed me. 

"He came home early one night, about eight. I was watching TV, and he was in 
a happy mood. He gave me that big kiss, only with an extra flourish this 
time. He put his hands around my fanny cheeks and pulled me in close to him. 
I could feel his cock starting to swell as I let his tongue go into my 
mouth. When he really kissed me, I could tell that he has been drinking a 
lot. What I thought was a happy mood was just plain drunk! 

"Uncle Charlie began to feel my breasts, and with his other hand, he was 
rubbing my pussy, through my dress. He'd never gone quite that far before, 
and I began to be a little bit scared of him. He was a strong man, and if he 
got really rough with me, I wouldn't be able to handle him. 

"He said, 'You must be about ready to cut loose again, Penny. And don't give 
me any bullshit about not being a sexpot. You came to me all knocked up and 
I got you knocked down. Your mother told me that you've been fucking around 
with men since you were twelve. Now, it's time to pay off Charlie. You know, 
that goddamned butcher job didn't cost peanuts. I want some fucking, and I 
want it now!' 

"I guess it was the way he talked and the way he was digging his fingers 
into my pussy and my breast that made me mad. As I said, he wasn't 
good-looking, but there was something about him that could turn a lot of 
women on. If he had been a little gentler, maybe I'd have offered him some 
sex. I felt I owed him a lot-not just for the operation to get rid of Gene's 
baby, but for what I still wanted from him-my chance at show business! 

"But I backed away and slapped his hands down. That was the worst thing I 
could have done. His face got ugly and red, and he came at me with his fists 
doubled up. He shouted, 'You little shit, don't you give me none of that 
stuff! 

You're a cheap whore, just like all the rest of them, and I've paid in 
advance. Now you get those goddamned clothes off and get your ass in gear! I 
said I'm going to take it out in trade!' 

"He didn't hit me, but I knew he would. Still, I was mad. Maybe I was too 
used to being begged and honeyed into having sex, but Uncle Charlie was 
making me angry. I have to be hot for a guy-have to want him-to really put 
out, and he was just turning me cold, turning me off completely. 

"I backed off and said, 'You're drunk, Charlie. Let's wait until you're 
sober-then we'll do something.' 

"He moved closer to me and shot out one hand and grabbed my wrist, twisting 
it and making me wince. 'Old Charlie never gets too drunk to get a good 
hard-on!' he shouted. He reached down with his other hand and unzipped his 
pants and took out his cock. It was already stiff and straight, but not 
completely hard". 'And when I am, I can always get a dumb cunt to suck it 
for me until it gets good and hard!' he went on. 'Now, you get those fucking 
clothes off, before I tear them off you!' 

"I was really scared now, and in a funny way, his bare cock began to excite 
me. I had never had a firm hand on me, and when I did, I usually rebelled 
all the more. But Charlie was different. I knew he wasn't just threatening. 
I began to take off my panties, and he stepped back a foot or so, his cock 
still hanging out of his pants. Then I took off my blouse and skirt, and 
last of all, my bra. I have had nice big round breasts since I was twelve, 
and I watched Charlie's eyes as he ran them over my breasts and my pussy. 
His cock began to throb and jerk, and he unbuckled his belt and took it off. 
It didn't dawn on me what he was going to do. I just never connected sex 
with violence-except for the violent biting and scratching that are part of 
it when you really want it. 

"When he flicked out quick as a snake with that belt, he caught me 
completely by surprise, and I screamed when it caught me on the stomach! It 
stung like hell, and before I could do more than holler, he had raised his 
arm in a good swing and cracked me on the ass as I half turned away! 

"All I could think of was to grab for it, and I ran at him, wanting to grab 
that belt and hit him back, or else scratch his goddamned face until it was 
uglier than it was already! But as I came close, he shot out a fist and 
caught me alongside the head. It stunned me and knocked me down. I fell on 
the floor and he stood over me, his crooked mouth twisted in a grin. He 
dropped his pants and his shorts, and he stood there in his shirt, his big 
cock getting larger by the second. He took the belt in both hands and ran 
his hands over it, almost as if he loved the feel of it. Then he raised it 
high and brought it down across my exposed thighs and pussy! It sent fire 
into my flesh, and I rolled and writhed, but no matter where I covered 
myself with my hands, there was always another spot exposed, and the belt 
bit into my ass, my breasts, my shoulders, until I could hardly see, the 
pain was so brain-numbing!" 

The case of Penny and her uncle Charlie is unusual. It is rare that a sadist 
has a chance to perform his sadistic sex acts on a close relative, simply 
because the signs of sadism usually appear early, and the family shields the 
young victim from the sadist. 

Charlie himself would make an interesting study, for he is typical of the 
modern-day sadist, in that all the outward signs were there for all to see, 
yet were overlooked by the members of the family, and those who should have 
spotted him for the devil that he was. 

Any psychiatrist would have immediately noticed the pattern of violence in 
Charlie's behavior. He was a prizefighter-a youth who delighted in 
inflicting punishment on others. The fact that it was for money made little 
difference to him. He would have been a neighborhood bully or a tough, 
"alley fighter" type, had he not left home at an early age. He would have 
terrorized the neighborhood boys, using whatever implements of painful 
torture he could, in eluding his fists. He would have doubtless been the 
terror of the neighborhood contingent of girls, too, for a sadist is, 
whether he realizes it or not, sexually motivated. 

Once Charlie had reached late puberty, he would have begun to experience 
sexual arousal from inflicting pain, and especially on females. 

As it was, he deliberately chose jobs that allowed him free rein to explode 
his violent nature almost at will. The life of a boxer makes it possible to 
vent violent tendencies almost every day, in sparring, in bag-punching, and 
in actual matches. 

Note too, that Charlie had been a professional strikebreaker-a paid 
"scab"-in the parlance of labor. Here too, there was great opportunity to 
engage in almost wanton violence, usually against persons who are 
ill-equipped to defend themselves. Most workmen are, if not mature, surely 
not in the best athletic condition, and when a gang of professional 
strikebreakers are brought in by company officials, violence and bloodshed 
almost invariably result. 

In his early associations with the saloon and cocktail crowd, Charlie had 
often "flexed his muscles" in bars, to beat up innocent, though often noisy, 
drunks. In his own place, he brooked absolutely no loud talk nor untoward 
conduct-not that his clientele would have protested or shunned the place, so 
much as the fact that Charlie simply could not control his sadistic 
tendencies. He almost created incidents so that he might inflict pain and 
physical hurt on another person. 

As we shall see when we continue Penny's account, he had a low opinion of 
women. In his life as a boxer and a professional roughneck, he had 
associated only with the dregs of femininity-the tough, money-hungry women 
who gravitate to the professional fighter's group, if not to him personally. 
In his strikebreaking activities, if a woman happened to be marching in a 
picket line and got in his way, or grew too obstreperous in her language and 
taunts, Charlie would as quickly use his fists on her as he might her 
husband or son. 

Recall, too, if you will, that his face bore the marks of his trades, and 
that he was a somewhat homely man whose face had been twisted and lacerated 
by the fists of other men, as well as having been pulverized by other 
weapons such as knives, broken bottles, blackjacks and brass knuckles. He 
was not an attractive man, where women are concerned, as Penny pointed out. 
He did, however, have that certain fascination for them that a dangerous 
beast might have. He excited the animalistic imagination of most women who 
paid any attention at all, but to Charlie, all women were "pigs," creatures 
of contempt who were only targets for his sadism. 

As we shall see, Charlie had had to "buy" his sex, all his life. He had 
never been in love, nor had he ever been loved by a woman. This fact-living 
his sex life entirely with cheap bar pickups or prostitutes-created an utter 
contempt for women that bordered on psychotic hatred. 

We shall see, from his actions and words, that he had agreed to help Penny 
only because she fit into the category of females that Charlie knew and 
liked to associate with. She was cheap, easy to lay (as she had already 
proven) and, equally important, she was in his power because she was in his 
debt from the moment she came to New York. The blood relationship meant 
nothing to him. Incest had no part in the governing of his passions. To 
Charlie, a female was a female, made only to punish and enjoy sexually. 

As to Penny, she was not a naive youngster who was entrapped by a scheming, 
"dirty old man." She was an experienced, aggressive young female who enjoyed 
sex, and who enjoyed even more the feeling of "being in command," by the use 
of her sexual attractions. In her own way, Penny was of a sadistic nature, 
though it had not found an outlet in physical violence upon others. She 
enjoyed the "puppet on the string" relationship that came about when she 
completely dominated a male who desired her sex Actually, from a 
psychological point of view, it was quite natural that Penny should become a 
dedicated hater of men. She had already come to despise many of the younger 
boys with whom she had been on dates, for their immaturity, their lack of 
sexual aggressiveness and knowledge. It irritated her when she could not so 
sexually arouse a male that he could not help but try to have intercourse. 

When she finally entered a full sexual relationship with a man she really 
seemed to admire and, to a degree, respect (because of Gene's free and easy 
manners and his reckless disregard for public opinion) she was let down 
sharply when he turned coldly away from her after she became pregnant with 
his child. The seeds of hatred and deep mistrust of men had been planted 
early-actually, before Gene entered the picture. Psychiatrists know that 
most of us associate authority with the male image-the "father figure." 
Subconsciously, Penny had already begun to hate men because of her long 
association with juvenile authorities. 

Then, too, she had never remembered a relationship of closeness or love with 
a male, such as most girls experience with their father. Usually, when a 
girl can grow up with both parents, she begins to see that any authority 
exercised by them is for her benefit, and is used because they love her. 
Penny's only contact with male authority was that of a threatening, punitive 
nature. Thus, all of her confrontations with males were more in the nature 
of a defiant challenge-to show them that she was the strong one, and that 
she would dominate in all things. 

Thus, it is easy to see, even for the lay person, why Penny eventually 
became what she is today-a professional prostitute, a man hater, and a lover 
of women, in her private life. 

One other point in Penny's makeup is very significant. She is a complete 
egotist. Having interviewed many actors and actresses, and having 
established a close relationship with several of them, we have heard from 
their own lips the importance (and total existence in each) of egotism. To 
be a dedicated actress, a woman must believe in herself above all else. It 
is one of the few professions where this super ego is an asset, and it is 
always there in each successful performer in show business. 

Penny had been bitten by the "show business bug" at an early age. She had 
proven (to herself, at least) that this was a world that fascinated her and 
which she could conquer. She was willing to give everything-even her body 
and sexual favors, and to sacrifice her own self-respect in order to follow 
her star. In her own mind, Penny feels that she was not rebelling against 
authority, but that she was merely following her own destiny to an eventual 
stardom in the theater or films. 

In this case history, all the pieces fit together to create a tragedy, 
almost as if a script writer had cleverly written the plot and then cast two 

"perfect types" for the lead roles-Penny, and "good old Uncle Charlie." 

Let us continue with her account, in her own words. 

"All I could remember was that the more he hurt me, the more determined I 
became that the sonofabitch would never get that cock of his in me! I hated 
the bastard! He was like all the rest-no, he was far worse, and I wasn't 
going to faint or pass out from the pain, to make it easy for him to fuck me 
while I was helpless. In fact, I was going to show the bastard that I was 
tougher and smarter than he ever would be. 

"I managed to crawl to the couch and I grabbed two of the cushions and held 
them so they covered most of my body. Charlie still kept on swinging the 
belt, only now, he had grabbed the other end, and was using the heavy buckle 
end to beat me. When I used the cushions as a shield, he went insane. He 
dropped the belt and grabbed the cushions and tore them from my hands. Then 
he scrambled up on top of me and used his fists and his nails. He would hit 
me with one hand, while with the other, he was raking his fingernails across 
my breasts, grabbing the soft nipple and digging in so deep that the blood 
came! I was going into a blackout, and all I could think of was to kick him, 
or to do something painful to that goddamned cock of his that was bobbing up 
and down like a war club. 

"I tried to get my knees free enough to give him one of them in the balls, 
but he was too heavy on me. I finally got his cock in one hand, and I raked 
my fingernails up and down it until I knew it had to be bleeding. I really 
dug into the semi-softness of it with all the strength of my fingers, and 
then I would rake upward. 

"He yelled filthy names at me at first, and used both hands to beat me about 
the face, and finally, I must have been really hurting him, because he 
stopped beating me and throttled me with both hands. He began choking me, 
and he had awfully strong fingers and hands. I knew I was going to faint, 
and I was afraid that in his frenzy, without my resisting him, he would 
actually kill me! His eyes were like balls of black, boiling oil! He was 
insane, and yet, his goddamned cock was as stiff as a poker. If I hadn't 
been so panicky, I might have laughed. Maybe I did, a little-I was that 
hysterical with fright and pain. 

"I'd never known pain like this. I had never had any worse than a slap 
across my fanny once in a great while, from my mother. It was new to me, and 
it was making me sick to my stomach. Suddenly, Charlie eased up on my 
throat, and I spewed a whole gob of vomit out! It went all over his chest 
and stomach, and all over me, and it sobered him up. 

"He scrambled off me, his cock waving at me as if it were alive and angry, 
and he stood there looking at his stomach, with my vomit mixed in with the 
black hairs. He grabbed my dress and began to wipe it off, and he growled at 
me, 'Get into the bathroom and clean up, you fucking slob. I ain't finished 
with you yet. You ain't even made a down payment on that abortion!' 

"I was still half dazed, and I stumbled into the bathroom and when I looked 
into the mirror over the sink, I threw up some more, at the sight of my 
face. It was all swollen and bloody. My lip was cut and my nose was 
bleeding, and one eye was already swelling shut and turning purple-red ! 

"I splashed some cold water on my face and it helped bring me back to 
reality a little. I managed to get into the shower and I turned the cold 
water on. It stung and shocked me and that's what I needed. It felt good, 
running over my sore, bruised body. I looked down and saw that he had cut 
the flesh on my thighs, my breast and my stomach, and I could feel that he 
must have opened wounds on my shoulders and on my ass cheeks with that 
goddamned belt. 

"I cleared my head a little, and I wondered what I would do if he came at me 
again when I went out. I even thought of taking something from the 
bathroom-a razor blade or a bottle of shave lotion-to defend myself from the 
goddamned maniac. 

"While I was drying myself gingerly-the cuts and bruises hurt like 
hell-Charlie came and stood in the bathroom doorway. He was half-grinning, 
but it was like most persons look when they're snarling at you. 

"I looked down and got a little satisfaction when I saw that I had really 
scratched the hell out of his cock. It was a little softer, but not really 
soft all the way, and I could see little drops of blood in the scratches. I 
couldn't look right at him. I didn't want him to see that I was as scared as 
I really was. 

"He stepped inside and patted one of the sore spots on my ass. 'You're a 
real bitch in a fight, baby,' he said, a little honest admiration in his 
eyes and tone of voice. 'You must take after your Uncle Charlie. Nobody ever 
put Charlie away, and you ain't going to be the first, baby.' He was 
bragging, but at the same time, he was warning me that I'd better not try 
any more rough stuff against him. 

"He frowned at my body, then said, 'You ain't so fuckin' hot, you know. 
Hadn't been for me, you'd be in a goddamned home somewhere. You owe me, and 
I'm gonna collect in full. You might just as well knock off all the wildcat 
shit and get ready for some real fucking.' 

"Funny, but I thought he was right. My body was too sore to absorb much 
more, and besides, he had hit a sore spot when he mentioned the home. I 
remembered what I had really come here for-a chance to crash into show 
business, and I knew that I could take all the cock he could shove into me 
and come out all right. It was worth it, for a chance to do what I'd always 
wanted to. 

"Then he said something funny as he stepped back and looked my body over 
from head to foot. He said, 'You can probably make a wad down at my joint. 
Some of the girls down there make three-four hundred a week, they tell me.' 

"I suspected he was talking about girls that hung around his cocktail 
lounge, but I didn't know then that he was actually pimping for some of 
them. At least, he was letting them work out of his place, and I know he was 
steering a few friends of his onto the setup. But I didn't learn about that 
for sure until later. I'll tell you about that, later on. 

"I decided that the best way to handle Charlie was to act as if I wasn't 
afraid of him. He was still a horny man, and I felt that he liked 'young 
stuff the same as most men do, so I just played it cool. I turned and looked 
at his prick. I reached out and touched it, and said, 'I'm sorry I hurt you, 
Uncle Charlie.' I deliberately called him uncle, hoping that it might cool 
him down if he had any ideas of using his fists or a belt on me again. 

"Then I said, 'I don't want to "make a wad" by being a whore, Uncle Charlie. 
I want to become an actress. I'll play ball with you if you'll help me get a 
chance at acting.' 

"He looked at me quizzically. I could see that he hadn't heard about my 
ambitions from my mother. He said mockingly, 'You got it assbackward, baby. 
You'll play along with what I want whether I help you or not. I told you, 
you owe me. Now, get your ass in that bed and we'll get down to some plain 
and fancy fucking.' 

"I walked into the bedroom. I still felt that, once he got into me, and 
found how good I could be when I wanted to, he'd change his tune. I laid on 
the bed and spread my legs. My body hurt, but he hadn't hit me on the cunt, 
and when I looked at him standing there, his prick getting hard and straight 
up again, I felt a little hot start for him, in my pussy. He had a nice 
body, even if he was short. He kept himself in good shape, and his stomach 
was flat, his shoulders broad and muscular. He looked like a fighter when he 
was naked like that. 

"He laid down beside me on the bed, and he nudged me with his elbow. 'You 
better make that old cock of mine feel better with your mouth, kid,' he 
said. 'You scratched it, now you suck it!' 

"I had never sucked a man's cock before. I'd had it a lot of different ways, 
but never in my mouth. I'd had men suck my pussy, but none of them had ever 
wanted me to do it to them. I raised up and took it in my hand. I jerked it 
a little, and Charlie began to play with one of my titties. In spite of 
myself, I began to get pretty excited about taking Charlie's cock into my 
mouth. I thought it would gag me, it was so round and hard. But I knew I 
could control how deep it went into my mouth, so I didn't worry about it. 

"I leaned forward and began to tickle the head of it with my tongue, while I 
still held it in one hand and moved the soft skin up and down. Charlie 
raised his head to watch me, and when I began to lick the shaft of it up and 
down, he sat up and put his hand on the back of my head. He pushed my face 
down hard, and I opened my mouth and let his prick slide into my mouth. It 
tasted salty, and it was hot, but it wasn't as big as I thought it would be. 
I began to suck on it, moving my mouth up and down on it, still playing with 
the shaft of it with one hand. I moved so that I was between his legs, lying 
on my stomach, and Charlie laid back and began to move with the suction of 
my mouth. He bucked up as I was going down. He began to move his hips up and 
down faster and faster, and he panted and moaned a little as he began to 
roll from side to side. Then he let out a gasp and I felt the first shot of 
hot juice squirt into my mouth. It surprised me, although I don't know 
why-maybe because I didn't know quite what to do about it. I just swallowed 
it and kept on sucking. I was pretty hot by then. In a funny, sexy way, I 
was enjoying sucking his cock. 

"When the last throbbing had left his cock, it began to go soft again, and 
he pushed me away. I thought that he would go down on me, or play with my 
titties and pussy until he got another hard-on, but he didn't. He sat up and 
looked at me. I was still wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. Some of 
his come had dribbled a little, and I thought he'd make some move to work us 
both into a mood for a good fuck. 

"He said, 'That was a little better, but you still got a long way to go 
before we're square.' 

"I started to get up, figuring he was telling me off, but he pulled me back 
down on the bed. He was hurting my arm, the way he dug his nails into my 
flesh. 

"He began to play with my nipples, pinching them hard between his fingers. 
Even though it hurt some, it made me hotter than ever. I had really wanted 
to have him fuck me after I'd sucked him off, because it had worked me up 
pretty good. He stopped pinching my tits and then started to kiss and suck 
them. I relaxed and laid back, and he began to bite them, while he used one 
hand to stick his fingers up inside my cunt. He wasn't gentle, and along 
with all the sore spots and cuts, I didn't respond to it at all, in a sexy 
way. He seemed to me to be just going back to hurting me because he liked to 
hurt me. 

"But I saw that his prick got hard again, and I hoped that when it was good 
and stiff, that he would forget all the hurt and just climb on me and fuck 
me. But I didn't know 'good old Uncle Charlie' very well. He pushed me away 
again, after his cock was stiff, and told me to get on my hands and knees. I 
still thought that he was going to fuck me from the back. Gene had done that 
a couple of times, and it was pretty good. I knew that it let a man's cock 
go in the full length, and although it wasn't my favorite way, it still 
wasn't too bad. At least it was better than having Charlie using his fingers 
and his fists to punish and hurt me. 

"I got on my hands and knees and he crawled up between my legs, his cock in 
one hand. He moved in close, and spread my ass cheeks with one hand while he 
guided his prick with the other one. He guided it right to the opening of my 
asshole! He began to shove it in, and it hurt like hell. 

"I'd heard about 'cornholing,' but I'd never had it done to me. I was dry, 
and so was his cock, and it wouldn't go in easily. Charlie kept on ramming 
it home, and after a bit it did begin to slide in a little easier, but it 
still hurt me. I turned my head and begged him, 'Please, Uncle Charlie, fuck 
me the regular way, can't you?' 

"He swung one hand and slapped me across the face! It almost made his cock 
slip out, but he grabbed it and held my hips with one hand and began to ram 
it in again, harder and deeper with each thrust. 

"He shouted, 'You think I'd put my good clean cock into that filthy slit you 
call a cunt? After all the other crumbs you've fucked? You nuts, girl? 
You're like all those sluts that hang around my joint-you're cock crazy. You 
think that any guy that looks at you wants to fuck you! Well, not me-not 
Charlie. You cunts are good for a blow job or an ass-fuck, and that's all. 
Old Charlie ain't running around with a dripping cock from some disease you 
bastards peddle! Not me. You just shut your mouth and open your asshole, or 
I'll beat the shit out of you next time!' 

"He was warming up to his cornhole job now, and his cock was going way up 
inside my asshole. He grabbed my hips in both his hands and pulled my ass 
back down as he was thrusting upward. I don't know if it was the physical 
hurt or the humiliation I was feeling, but I just began to cry, like a 
little girl. It didn't seem to faze him at all, because he kept on pumping 
away, and after a couple more minutes he shot his load up my ass! 

"I was beginning to get weak from the beating, and from the hurt in my ass, 
as well as the shame and anger that was sweeping over me. I made up my mind 
that if he pulled one more nasty, dirty, hurtful trick, I was going to try 
to knock him unconscious, then make a run for it. I didn't have any money, 
but I didn't care any longer. Charlie was a madman. He was so bitter about 
women that he didn't know how to be kind or good to them. I'd had it with 
him. 

"He pulled his cock out of my asshole and laid back on the bed. I looked at 
it and it was covered with his come, mixed with little flecks of my brown 
shit. He pointed at it and told me to get a washcloth and clean him up. I 
was too tired to fight, and too scared, so I hobbled into the bathroom and 
wet a washcloth with warm water and went back to the bed and washed him all 
clean. His cock was soft again, and he had started to doze off. But when I 
washed it he was wide awake again. 

"When I had finished, he sat up and told me to get my clothes on, that we 
were going down to his place. I'd wanted to see it before, but now I was too 
tired and hurt. I didn't want any more beatings or ass-fucking so I just got 
into my panties and blouse and skirt. I felt sort of numb in the lower part 
of my body, and I was also frustrated sexually. I wasn't used to being 
aroused, then abused and left high and dry, without any satisfaction for me. 

"Charlie got dressed up and we got into his car and drove to his cocktail 
lounge. It was about ten o'clock. We parked in a parking lot nearby, and he 
took my arm and led me into the front of the place. It was crowded, with a 
lot more men than women. There were a few booths in the back part and a 
little dance floor. One couple was dancing to the music from a juke box, but 
the rest of the people were sitting at the bar, or in a couple of booths. 

"I thought the place looked pretty rundown and shabby, but the people there 
were laughing it up, and everybody seemed to be having a good time. When we 
walked in, a lot of the men shouted greetings at Charlie, but he hurried 
right back to the end of the bar and began to bang on it with a heavy wooden 
mallet he had grabbed from the back bar. 

"Hey, you chumps,' he yelled, when they had quieted down a little, 'this 
here is my niece, Penny. No fooling, she's really my sister's girl. 
Now-anybody here fools with her, they got Charlie to answer to! Got it? 
Okay, go on back to your booze!' 

"He shoved me toward an empty stool at the end of the bar and told the 
bartender to give me a drink. I didn't know what to order when the 
bartender-an older man with only one eye and an eye patch over the 
other-asked me what I wanted to drink. Charlie laughed a nasty laugh and 
said to him, 'She thinks she's all grown up, Sid, so give her a grown up 
drink. Give her some bourbon with a little water chaser.' 

"I'd tasted bourbon once, and it had burned my throat. I didn't see how 
anyone could drink it, let alone enjoy it, but I was afraid to refuse. 

"By the time the bartender had served me, Charlie had moved up the bar and 
was laughing and joking with some of the male customers. He hardly glanced 
at me, and I relaxed a little and looked around more carefully. I saw that 
the women in the place were all much younger than most of the men, and that 
more often than not, one woman would be sharing a booth with two or three 
men. It was the same at the bar, where two women sat, surrounded by 
coarsemouthed males. I could hear the smutty talk that was going on, and it 
began to dawn on me what Charlie had meant when he referred to the women at 
his place. 

"They were, at best, 'B-Girls,'-girls who hung around the bar and cadged 
drinks from men, and who doubtless took them home later, where they sold 
their bodies to them. I found all this out later, but I suspected even then 
what was going on. 

"I sipped gingerly at the bourbon, and it did burn, but I was sore, 
discouraged and downhearted, and I screwed up my courage and downed the 
glass of liquor in a gulp. The bartender noticed my empty glass when I 
gulped down the water and he refilled it immediately. I had raised the 
second shot glass of whiskey and was about to down it when I felt a hand on 
my arm. I turned to look into the face of a nice-looking woman of about 
thirty. She was well dressed and she had kind eyes. She was smiling, and she 
said to me, 'That won't do it, kid.' 

"I put the shot down and turned to talk to her. 'You don't know my uncle 
Charlie,' I said. 

"'Don't I?' she asked sarcastically. 'I wish I didn't. But, are you really 
his niece?' I nodded, and managed to smile a little when I almost repeated 
her statement, saying, 'I wish I wasn't.' 

"She had soft red hair and I liked her instinctively. She reached out and 
gently touched my swollen eye and put her finger on a discolored spot on my 
arm, where Charlie had hit me. 

"'You don't have to take that from any man, honey,' she said, her eyes 
shining with anger as she glanced at my uncle. 'Listen, my name's Barbara, 
and I'm about fed up with this place. Want to take a chance and cut out-for 
good, from Charlie?' 

"My heart jumped at the thought of being away from his cruelties, and 
besides, I liked Barbara right away. I didn't know then that she was a call 
girl or that she was a lesbian, but I'm glad she found me. I needed somebody 
to talk to more than anything else right then-somebody who would understand, 
and who was kind and gentle. 

"But I was still scared of Charlie. I'd had a good taste of his kind of 
treatment-and his kind of sex. And I knew it wasn't for me. I remembered 
that, twice that night, the thought of killing him had entered my mind. But 
I had my chance now. All I needed was the guts to go through with it. 
Barbara was offering it to me. 

"'I want to,' I said softly, 'but-I don't know.' I glanced at Charlie who 
was slapping a man on the back and laughing at some joke he'd told. 

"Barbara looked at Charlie with a sneer. 'Leave it to me, baby,' she 
advised. 'I'll leave here in a few minutes. You go out the back door. If 
Charlie sees you, tell him you're going to the John. I'll wait for you at a 
place called Mame's, two blocks up the street, on the same side as this 
joint is. Charlie never comes in there. It just isn't his kind of place.' 
She snickered when she said that, but it was only later when I found out 
that it was a well-known lesbian hangout that I appreciated the weak joke. 

"I said, 'I haven't got any money. All I've got is the clothes I'm wearing.' 
Barbara patted my arm. 'Never mind about that. I'm leaving now. You just do 
like I told you. Everything will be all right, you'll see.' She moved her 
head close and kissed me quickly on the cheek. It sent a strange quiver up 
my spine. Even the touch of her hand on my skin was doing something strange 
to me. 

"I nodded, having decided that it was now or never for me. I was getting the 
chance that I wanted, and I wasn't going to let Uncle Charlie stop me. 
'Okay,' I told her. 'I'll be there as quickly as I can.' She squeezed my arm 
and walked away. She headed out the back, as if she were going to the 
toilet, and flashed me a quick smile just before she disappeared. 

"I sipped at the second drink. It was tasting a little better now. I knew 
that Charlie would move away sooner or later, to where he couldn't keep me 
in his line of vision, and when he did, I was going to make my move. 

"But he stayed there quite a while-ten minutes or so, and I had finished the 
second drink. I was beginning to feel different. I had more confidence, and 
the soreness seemed to be fading from my body. Of course it was the bourbon 
taking effect, and when I set the empty glass down, the bartender filled it 
again and walked away. 

"I kept my eye on Charlie, and he walked up to the far end of the bar and 
sat down in a booth with a woman and two other men. I knew it was my chance, 
but I didn't want to blow it, so I called the bartender and asked him where 
the ladies' room was. He pointed toward the back, then left to wait on a man 
who was pounding on the bar for a refill of his drink. As soon as his back 
was turned, I got up and went to the back. I kept on past the restrooms and 
out the back door. Making my way through an alley, I came back out on the 
street a few doors from Charlie's place, and I walked fast in the direction 
Barbara had pointed. 

"She was waiting just inside the door for me. When I walked in and saw her, 
I almost felt like crying. For the first time in weeks, I felt as if I were 
with a friend. 

"She took me by the arm and we walked back out onto the street. There was a 
cab nearby, and she woke the driver by tapping on the windshield. I didn't 
pay any attention to the address she gave him. I didn't care where we went, 
so long as it was away from Charlie. 

"It wasn't far to her apartment building, and when I walked in and saw all 
the bright, frilly, feminine things, I felt clean again. I even forgot all 
the bruises on my body. I felt like I was home-where I belonged. 

"Barbara stood beside me, watching me take in the place, a soft smile on her 
face. 'It's home, honey, for as long as you want it,' she said. She walked 
over to me and put her arms around me and kissed my cheek. Then she moved 
her lips to my mouth, and when I felt those soft, warm, eager lips open, I 
opened my own lips and her tongue slid inside my mouth-exploring, demanding, 
promising! 

"I began to kiss her back, moving closer to her, rubbing my pelvis against 
hers. We were almost the same height and shape, and we stood there for a 
long time, just giving out messages of reassurance with our mouths and our 
bodies. I knew she was a lesbian, but I also knew that no man had ever made 
me feel this secure-this wanted and appreciated. Her hands roved over my 
breast and my bottom, and without any words, she led me into the bedroom. It 
was a lovely room, with bright curtains and a lot of 'girl things' around, 
like stuffed animals, fancy perfume bottles and stuff. 

"I let her undress me, and she gasped when she discovered each bruise and 
cut on my body, stopping to kiss them tenderly. When I was naked, she urged 
me onto the big bed, and I watched as she stripped quickly. She had lovely 
round breasts, smaller than mine, but pert and saucy. Her waist was small, 
and her thighs nice, and I was surprised to see the 'V of natural red hair 
that surrounded her pussy. I could see the lips of it nestled there, and I 
wanted her to kiss me all over and to let me caress her body with my own 
lips. 

"She went over my body again with her kisses, making soft clucking noises as 
she gently caressed each mark. She said things like, 'My sweet baby, 
nobody's going to hurt you again-never!' 

"When she spread my legs and nestled her red head between my legs, I felt at 
peace. I just relaxed, letting every part of my body focus on how wonderful 
it felt as her tongue began to lick my thighs, then the lips of my pussy, 
and finally, my clitoris. It was heaven. It was all the other thrills 
wrapped up in soft, sweet love, and I knew that I'd never again want a man. 

"After she had made me come three times, I went down on Barbara. It was as 
if a strange magic had come to me. I felt so natural ... so good and clean. 
I wanted to make her come, and I kissed every inch of her pussy that I could 
reach. Afterwards, we lay in bed naked and talked. I told her most of what 
had happened to me, and she understood. She told me that she was a 
prostitute-a call girl-but that it was just 'her job.' She hated men, 
actually, and she told me that she had set a limit for herself of three 
hundred dollars a week, and whether she earned it in one night or five, she 
quit and devoted herself to lesbian love for the rest of the week. 

"She told me that I was going to have my chance to try acting. She said that 
she couldn't stand the thought of a man pawing me, or sticking an ugly prick 
inside me-and especially, beating me. She said that she would do all the 
earning, and that I would live with her and love her, and that all my time 
would be my own to try to get a good start in show business. 

"It was like a dream come true. All I'd ever wanted, and love, besides. 

"We've been together for. two years now. I haven't done great as an actress, 
but I have had a couple of small parts. Barbara insisted that I go to 
dramatic classes, and I've been studying for over five months now. I haven't 
had a man in all the time we've been together. I've had more than enough 
love from Barb to last me a lifetime. I wouldn't piss on the best man that 
ever lived-not after knowing the kind of love I have had with her. 

"Maybe I'll make it in show business. I hope so. But if I don't, it will 
still be all worth while, because I discovered what love is all about. I 
love Barbara and she loves me. I try to blot out of my mind the fact that 
she has to sleep with men to support us. She's very generous, and she won't 
hear of me working at all, except around the apartment. 

"I don't hate men-even Charlie. But I don't want to be around them. I wonder 
sometimes what it will be like if I do make it as an actress and have to 
kiss and hug a man, but then, I guess that would be the real test of how 
good an actress I really am, wouldn't it?" 

NOTE: In checking out some of the details of Penny's story, some interesting 
information concerning Charlie came to our notice. He had had a series of 
infections of gonorrhea, and, five years earlier, had discovered that he had 
been exposed to syphilis in his relations with one of the prostitutes who 
worked out of his cocktail lounge. 

It may or may not be true, but Charlie claims that his reason for hating 
women hangs on these infections, for the syphilis had made great inroads 
into his system before he began to take treatments. 

Charlie also claims that it was because he knew he was infected with the 
dread disease, that he did not have intercourse in the normal manner with 
his niece, Penny. This part of his story sounds like a fabrication, however, 
for he had been taking treatments for syphilis for many months, and he would 
have been aware that he could have infected Penny by anal intercourse, or by 
having her perform fellatio on him, had she had any open sores in her mouth 
or anus. 

As to Penny, she recently wrote that she had transferred her residence to 
Los Angeles, still in the company of Barbara, and that she was going to try 
for some roles in television or films. For one who has faced the bitter 
sacrifices that she has, we firmly believe that, given a chance, Penny will 
give a fine dramatic performance in any romantic part she may be asked to 
portray. She has lived far beyond her years, and has gained what we believe 
to be a deep insight into human nature, both male and female. 

She is one of the more fortunate young women who follow the lure of the 
footlights. We cannot be sorry for her in her lesbian role, for it has 
brought her true contentment and happiness, and that, in the end, is what 
all of us are seeking in whatever relationship we might enter. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The Collector 

The following account is true in each detail, but for obvious reasons, we 
have changed the name and the locale of the case history. 

Psychiatrists are constantly amazed at the voracity of the young female. 
That they are aggressive in sex is unquestionable, but case histories 
concerning the "young gangs" reveal the startling fact that many of the 
younger hoodlums who form gangs, and who are given to violence, are 
masterminded or strongly abetted by young females. The following case 
history does not involve gang membership, but it does give us an insight 
into the more demanding, pampered sexpot who takes the whip hand in sexual 
relations, using her body as a bargaining item, though not always for money, 
as does the prostitute. There is a new breed of female who has grown up in 
an era of great personal freedom from authority, and who has been allowed or 
encouraged to use her femininity for any purpose, the moment that she 
sprouts curves and pubic hair. She is the insatiable power seeker of her 
gentler, who, once she has discovered her whips of sex, exercises them 
without regard for the consequences to herself or to her sex partners. 

This, then, is the account of Lori, as she told it to the authorities. 

"I had my first real sex-I mean all the way screw when I was twelve. Before 
that, I had fooled around a lot, letting guys feel me up, play with my pussy 
and my asshole. I even jerked a couple of guys off, but I never went the 
whole route of fucking until I met Chet. 

"Chet was a man. All the others were boys-just smart-alecks who would have 
panicked if I had said 'yes' to them when they wanted to screw. But Chet was 
something else. He was about forty, and he was taking my mother out once in 
a while. That's how I met him. 

"My mother was a swinger, after my father got a divorce. I mean that she 
tried to make up for all the years she had had to live the quiet, uneventful 
sex life of a housewife. It was only after the divorce that she began to 
really date. She spent a lot of money on a real swinging wardrobe and she 
went the 'young chic' route--mini-styles, boots, expensive wigs and 
hairstyles-and she wasn't bad when she got going, because she had a shape 
like a teenager. 

"My father had to pay quite a bit of support money for me, and my mother 
worked as a private secretary to a big shot broker. After about a month from 
the date the divorce was final, Mom began to date Chet more than anyone 
else, and I liked him from the beginning. He was a character, always 
clowning, a big spender, and a damned good-looking man. 

"I guess I knew he had one eye on me from the beginning, because he used to 
sneak a feel and kiss me just about every time he was at the house. And 
finally, he worked around to asking me to meet him and skip school one day. 
He had gotten me really aroused, and I was about ripe for some real sex, 
after all the fumbling and feeling that the guys at school went in for. 

"So I met Chet, and we went to his place. I didn't tell him I was a virgin, 
and I doubt if it would have mattered. All he was worried about was my 
mother not finding out that he was cheating with her daughter! 

"When we got to his place, he fixed himself a double martini, and while he 
drank it, he was fooling with my titties and running his hand up under my 
skirt and letting his fingers brush my pussy lips. I could see that he was 
getting a hard-on, and he was really turning me on to white heat with all 
his kissing and fingering. 

"He broke one long, tongue kiss to say. 'Lori, baby, you're really 
something. You look and feel good enough to eat! Know what I mean?' I knew 
all about going down on a girl, because a couple of the guys at school had 
begged me to let them suck my cunt. They always ended up an argument with 
the reminder that if I let them suck me off, or if I would suck their cocks, 
there would be no worries about getting knocked up. But I had never let any 
of them get into me with their tongue--just their fingers, and I had never 
sucked a cock, either. 

"But I wanted to seem grown-up and sophisticated to Chet, so I brazened it 
out. I shrugged and smiled at him when he said that and said, half-jokingly, 
'Then go ahead and have a feast!' 

"He just went wild. He took my blouse and skirt off, then peeled off my 
panties, and before I could catch my breath from all the tingles he was 
sending up and down my body, he had me on my back on the big couch and had 
spread my legs and crawled down between them. He almost dived into my pussy, 
spreading the lips of it with his fingers, then sticking his tongue in until 
he found my clit, and putting pressure on it with the movements of his 
tongue in and out. He dug the fingers of one hand deep inside my pussy, and 
with the other, he was clawing at my nipple-not hard, but enough to excite 
me a lot. Inside two minutes, I was bucking and bouncing around, my hands 
locked behind Chet's head, and when I exploded into orgasm, it was like 
taking off in a jet. It really made me feel like I was heading straight for 
heaven. When Chet stopped and sat up and smiled at me, I would have given 
him anything he wanted. I would have sucked him off, and I expected he would 
ask me, but he didn't. He stood up and stripped off all his clothes, and his 
cock was big and stiff and all I could think of was how wonderful it would 
be to have it inside me all the way-the full length of it. 

"Chet grinned down at me, running his hand over my mound. 'Ready, Cherry?' 
he asked. I just reached up my arms to him and spread my legs wider, and he 
crawled on top of me, supporting his weight on one hand while he guided his 
cock into my cunt. I was too excited to feel any pain if there was any, 
which I don't think there was. I was only aware of his big, beautiful cock 
filling every tiny part of my cunt, and how thrilling it was to feel it 
rubbing hard against my clit as it began to slide in and out, while Chet 
gradually let himself down so his body covered mine and his mouth locked 
into place with my opened mouth. We were joined completely, it seemed, from 
head to toe, and when he began to set up a rhythm with his cock, in and out 
of my cunt, I just naturally fell into it. We bounced and writhed and 
screwed, digging our tongues into each other's mouth, until the lightning 
struck! That's about what it felt like when I came that time, and Chet came 
a second later, shooting a big load of hot, sticky juice up inside my cunt! 
I wanted to climb the walls, and I just kept on moving my ass up and down, 
until I got him ready again. Meantime, I had two or three small comes, and 
by the time we had finished the second fuck, I was almost exhausted with 
pleasure. I just felt like I wanted to stay there like that, with Chet's 
cock inside me forever. 

"But we didn't want to take any chances, so we got dressed and Chet drove me 
a block from home and let me out. Before I got out, he kissed me, one hand 
on my pussy, rubbing it through-my panties, and he asked, 'What do you want, 
Wonderful? Anything-anything at all!' 

"All at once, a vision of a gold purse that I had seen in a store window, 
flashed into my mind. Almost without thinking, I blurted out, 'The gold 
purse in The Young Set window!' 

"Chet laughed and shook his head. 'Women are all alike,' he said, fishing 
into his pocket. He came up with a twenty dollar bill and handed it to me. 
'You've got it, baby!' he said. 

"I got the purse and stashed the rest of the money away, and that was the 
beginning. I had a lot of dates with Chet-on the sly, of course, and each 
time he would either bring me a gift of something I said I wanted, or he 
would give me the money to buy it. 

"I felt like a giant! It was a wonderful feeling to know that a man would 
get you anything you wanted. And besides, it was a heady feeling to know 
that a grown man-one old enough to be my father-wanted me, and further, that 
he was willing to give me money or things. I didn't feel like a prostitute, 
though. I looked upon the things he got me as gifts for what I had given 
him, not as payment for sex. 

"Chet and I really hit it off, and I don't know how it might have ended if 
he and my mother hadn't had that auto accident. They were both killed in a 
bad accident, and I found myself alone in the world. My only living relative 
was my mother's youngest brother, Rudy, who lived in a city about two 
hundred miles away. 

"When it was all over, the court gave custody of me to Rudy and his wife, 
Marge, and I went to live with them. I liked Rudy-he was a lot like Chet had 
been-happy-go-lucky, lots of laughs, a good dresser and a handsome man. I 
didn't know his wife, Marge, because they had only been married a short 
while and I'd only seen her once or twice when they visited us, but I could 
see at first glance that she didn't approve of me, my clothes, my makeup or 
my attitude. If it hadn't have been for Rudy, I'd have run away the first 
week. Marge wanted to change everything about me, and I got pretty stubborn. 
I knew that my mother's insurance was provided to pay my way, and I was no 
'poor relative' that she could push around, so I just stood up for my 
rights, and in a way, Rudy did, too. He and Marge were always fighting over 
one thing or another, and I began to wonder what they ever got married for 
in the first place. 

"When I went to the new school, it was a drag. The kids were square and the 
boys thin from hunger. Besides, I guess I had gotten used to Chet and his 
grownup ways of turning me on, so I began to look around for some man that I 
could get my sex kicks with, and who would treat me like Chet had. I used to 
get out the things he had given me, and lay them on the bed and look at 
them. Each different gift reminded me of a different sex session that I had 
enjoyed, and I often used to masturbate while looking at them. 

"I got on fairly well in school, but I had grown so used to having money 
available when I wanted something, that I felt lost without it. Marge 
insisted that two bucks a week was plenty for a girl my age, but Rudy used 
to sneak me a few dollars extra, quite often. Rudy owned a garage, and had 
six guys working for him. My mother had told me that he had always been 
crazy about motors and engines and especially cars, ever since he was a 
little boy, and he had started small and had built a very good business. He 
wasn't rich, but they lived good and had a real nice home. 

"I guess that's where it all started, between me and Rudy-the sharing of the 
'secret' that he was giving me extra money. I got into the habit of asking 
him for a lot of things, especially if Marge wouldn't let me have something. 
Sometimes, Rudy would just face her and tell her that he was going to let me 
do something, or get me something, and at other times he would just 'sneak' 
it. I became very close to Rudy, and I began to look at him as a man, and 
not as my uncle. He was easy to look at, and I used to masturbate, thinking 
of Rudy being on top of me, with his tongue deep in my mouth and his prick 
deep in my cunt. I guess he began to be a challenge to me because I had 
begun to detest my aunt Marge so much. I grew defiant-and she was quick to 
point it out to Rudy, right in my presence. She laid the law down that 
either she was going to be boss in her own home, or else. I knew that it was 
a declaration of war and that Rudy wouldn't be able to talk her out of her 
plan to dominate me in every act. 

"Rudy calmed her down a little-enough to tell her that he would handle it. 
He played on her sympathies, telling her that I was still in a semi-daze 
from my mother's death-and that, after all, my keep was being paid for and I 
was entitled to at least the same kind of life that other teen-age girls 
were. But I knew it wouldn't last. 

"When she put him on the spot like that, Rudy became sort of cold and 
distant. Not that I blamed him for trying to get away from Marge's 
screeching and carping, but it left me high and dry-really alone. 

"The lonelier I became, the more determined I was that I was going to have 
my way with Rudy. It would be a double victory, because I really wanted to 
find out what he was like in bed. I could tell that he was feeling some of 
the same thing for me, by his eyes, and the way he subtly changed his 
contacts with me. I mean that he began to get me alone when she was out to 
the store, or at some sort of club thing. Marge was a real 'joiner,' all 
filled with the community spirit of sweetness and light, so she was gone a 
couple of nights a week. 

"Rudy began to kiss me-just 'little girl' kisses at first, but I changed 
that quickly. When he kissed me, I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in, 
and that got to him fast. He couldn't help but put his hand on my breast, 
then pull my body in close so that my pussy was rubbing against his cock-and 
I could feel it getting hard right away. We kept it at that for a few days, 
and I even stopped mouthing off to Marge, so she wouldn't suspect anything, 
but both Rudy and I knew that soon, we had to have each other. 

"Marge wouldn't let me have dates, even at the house, saying I was too 
young, and wouldn't know what to do if a boy began to 'take liberties,' as 
she put it. What a laugh that was! But I pretended to change my ways, to 
lull her suspicions, and pretty soon, she began to lay off me and stopped 
nagging Rudy to 'do something about that little sexpot.' 

"One night when she was at some sort of a meeting, and she thought that Rudy 
was working late at the place, she gave us our chance. We had arranged it in 
advance, and Rudy even had it set up at work for one of the men to tell 
Marge if she called, that Rudy had to scrounge around for a special part for 
a car. 

"We could hardly wait to get at each other. Rudy just swept me into his arms 
as if we had been lovers for years, and he began to take off my clothes, 
kissing me on the breasts, the arms and neck, and finally, on the pussy and 
thighs! I was white hot by the time he got his clothes off, and I couldn't 
keep my hands off him. I wanted to play with his stiff cock, and do 
everything he wanted to make him happy. I hoped that he would want me to do 
things for him that he couldn't get Marge to do, because I was sure that she 
must be a cold-assed tomato in the hay. I wanted Rudy to think of me as a 
woman, and not just his sister's daughter-and to treat me that way. 

"He didn't waste any time. Once he was naked and I began to play with his 
cock and balls, he pulled my head in close and I opened my mouth as he 
guided his big cock into it. I played my tongue around the rim of it, 
tickling his pee-hole with the tip. Then I began to nibble on the head of it 
and it gave me a big kick to hear him moan and gasp while I began to suck 
and nibble on his cock. He couldn't take it for long, because he pushed me 
back on the couch and gasped, 'We'll have time for all that later. I've got 
to fuck you. I've got to-now!' 

"I wanted it as bad as he did, so I spread my legs and held the lips of my 
cunt open, while he took his place between my legs and steered the head of 
his prick into my wide-open pussy! The second I felt it inside me, I almost 
came, I was that eager. But I held off until he had eased down onto me and 
was shoving it in deep. He was covering my face and mouth with wet, licking 
kissed, and his prick was racing faster and faster, in and out, touching 
every spot inside me that gave me thrills. He was riding my body high, so 
that he rubbed my clit with every stroke. After a couple of moments, our 
bodies almost seemed to run themselves, interlocking perfectly so that we 
gave the thrill to each other at the same moment. Rudy was making groaning 
noises and calling me 'my baby, my sweet one,' and then we both exploded in 
a glorious orgasm! We couldn't have slowed the fast rhythm of our come if we 
had wanted to, which we didn't. We just kept on, kissing, touching, loving, 
moving our genital organs in rhythm, until we had come a second time. 

"Rudy crawled off me and stood there with his cock all shiny and slimy with 
his come and my juices, but he looked worried. 'Do you know how to take care 
of yourself, Lori?' he asked. I laughed, he looked so terribly scared. I 
told him not to worry about it, but I know he did while I went into the 
bathroom and washed out my cunt. We got dressed then and he kissed me and 
thanked me, and he went back to the shop. 

"It was hard for the next few days to look Marge in the eye without laughing 
in her face. I almost wished that she would catch us, so I could enjoy 
seeing her come apart at the seams, knowing that I had taken her husband 
from her. But we managed to control ourselves, and not give away our secret 
by even a look. Rudy managed to get me some of the birth-control pills and I 
began taking them. He was awfully concerned that I might get pregnant, and 
he told me that it had been so wonderful for him that he wouldn't let 
anything ever stop our lovemaking. 

"I felt happy, but I still couldn't get rid of that feeling that I wanted to 
show Marge up. I wanted something that would remind me always that Rudy was 
my lover, not hers. 

"Then I saw that lovely gold ankle slave bracelet in the jeweler's window, 
and I told Rudy I had to have it. I told him I wanted it engraved with his 
initials and mine, so that I would always have a reminder of our love, day 
and night. Rudy was afraid that Marge would want to see it, and would spot 
the initials and know about us, but I told him that nobody but he and I 
would ever know about it, so he got it for me, engraving and all, about a 
week later. 

"I thought it would satisfy me, but it didn't. I mean that I loved the slave 
bracelet, but something inside me was creaming to use it to lord it over 
Marge. She had laid off me a lot, but I could see by her eyes that she was 
suspicious, and she hardly tried to cover up the fact that she hated me and 
wanted to get rid of me. She didn't argue with Rudy anymore about it, but a 
few times, I could hear her voice rising into a shrill screech, and I knew 
that I had to be part of the argument. 

"I used to lie in bed, my fingernails digging into the palms of my hand, 
wanting to strut into their bedroom, naked, to show her who was boss of 
Rudy-in bed and out, and I wanted to show her the ankle bracelet to prove it 
to her. But I didn't. I liked our good times together too well, and so did 
Rudy, so I cooled it. 

"Then she pulled the oldest trick in the book on us. Marge said she had to 
attend a club meeting of some sort, and both Rudy and I were so eager to 
take advantage of her absence that we didn't think anything of it. We never 
suspected that she would sneak back to the house. Rudy told her that he 
would work late that night, and everybody agreed that we could keep busy and 
use the free time. I said I wanted to press some of my clothes, and I even 
set up the ironing board and iron before Marge left. 

"Rudy left for the shop right after we had dinner, and in about fifteen 
minutes, Marge was all dressed and ready to go. She stopped at the door and 
stared at me. I had changed into a robe, and it hung open a little so she 
could see part of my breast and some of my pubic hair around my cunt. I let 
her look, hoping it made her envious of my body. She glowered at me for a 
second or two, then she left. She didn't even say good-bye, but I could tell 
that there was something bothering her by the cloud on her face and the 
sparks in her eyes. 

"I didn't care. In a few moments, I could be with Rudy, making wild love. 
Just to make it look like I had done something, I pressed a couple of my 
dresses and put them on hangers. It helped pass the time, and it would 
convince Marge when she came home that I really had been busy. I'd be busy, 
all right, I giggled to myself as I unplugged the iron-but with her husband, 
and not some silly old ironing! 

"Rudy came home as we'd planned, about twenty minutes after Marge had left. 
It had been over a week since we'd had any sex, and we were both aching for 
some fucking and sucking. He came in and kissed me, holding my robe open so 
he could see all of me. He went into his room and stripped, and in a couple 
of minutes, he came out. We started for my bedroom, but I had a strange 
idea. I wondered if it wouldn't be even more fun to do it right in Marge's 
bed! Fuck her husband right on the same pillows and bed clothing and bed 
that she thought was reserved for her only! 

"I told Rudy how I felt and he just looked at me and laughed. 'You're 
something else,' he said, as he took my hand and led me back into his and 
Marge's room. When I crawled onto the bed, it made me feel I had won another 
round in the battle for Rudy. I could hardly wait for him to put his prick 
into me, so I could watch us in the full length mirror that was hung on the 
wall near the bed. I had been hoping for that for a long time, and now, it 
was going to happen. 

"Rudy crawled on the bed beside me and put his hand on my breast. Both of us 
were facing the mirror, looking at each other in it, smiling and enjoying it 
immensely. I reached behind me and began to play with Rudy's prick. It 
didn't take much playing to get it hard and erect, and I spread myself on 
the bed so that I could still look into the mirror, and spread my legs wide. 

"'Fuck me, honey,' I told Rudy. 'Really give it to me tonight. Fuck me 
rough-make me squeal, daddy.' He pinched one nipple and grinned, 'You're a 
devil, Lori. I'm going to make you holler "uncle"!' 

"We giggled at the joke and then he crawled on me and began to shove his 
cock into me. Both of us were looking in the direction of the mirror at 
first, getting a real kick out of it, as if we were two different people, 
standing aside and watching the horny couple on the bed, going to town. 

"We were speeding up, ready to explode, when both of us saw her in the 
mirror! Marge was standing there, her eyes black with hate! I just wanted to 
keep on going, and let her suffer some real torment, watching Rudy make me 
come-and in her own bed! But Rudy panicked. He almost jumped off me and 
rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up facing his maddened wife. He 
began to splutter some silly explanation, but Marge didn't wait. She 
disappeared, and appeared a moment or so later, the iron in her hand! The 
cord was dangling, and she was raising the steam iron to use as a weapon-on 
me! She headed for the bed where I lay propped up on one elbow, stark naked. 
She was so enraged that she ignored Rudy. I almost choked on my heart, 
realizing that she really meant to brain me, and I screamed, 'Rudy-stop 
her!' 

"Rudy had stood as if he were in a daze, but my scream of terror snapped him 
back to reality. He leaped on Marge, trying to get the iron away from her. 
She was a lot gutsier than I'd ever thought she could be, for she battled 
him toe to toe, kicking and scratching with her free hand, now trying to get 
in a blow with the iron at Rudy's head! 

"She landed a kick near Rudy's balls, and he reacted by lashing out with his 
fist. He caught her right on the temple, and she started to fall. Rudy 
grabbed the iron from her. Now his eyes were wild with rage, and as she fell 
to the floor, half-stunned, Rudy swung the iron up and down, again and 
again, hitting Marge in the head and face until she wasn't moving or making 
a sound! She was dead! Rudy had killed her! 

"For what seemed to be an hour, we just froze as we were, staring at her 
body. Rudy still had the bloodstained iron, and I began to retch as I looked 
down at what had been Marge's face! 

"The next thing I knew, Rudy was slapping my face to snap me out of the 
trance I'd fallen into. He was saying, 'Come on, Lori-we've got to fix this! 
We've got to clear ourselves!' 

"I got hold of myself, and listened as Rudy spelled out his plan to cover up 
the killing. He told me to go to the movies, and to wait until I had seen 
the complete double-feature-and to pay close attention so I could tell 
anyone who asked, all about both pictures. He said he would return to work, 
after leaving his canvas bank deposit bag near Marge's body. Then he would 
pretend to get a call from her, saying she thought somebody was prowling 
around the house and that she was afraid, and wanted him to come home. 

"It worked out exactly that way, I learned later. Rudy made sure that no one 
at work was close enough to hear whether the phone rang or not, then he 
called to one of his employees, Red Billings, and told him that he might 
have to close up and go home. Rudy had the receiver in his hand, and he 
spoke into it, saying, 'Look, honey, you're probably just jumpy. I'll be 
home as soon as I can-maybe in an hour or so-' He turned to Red and asked, 
'You be finished by then, Red?' Red nodded," and Rudy explained that she had 
called to say she thought a prowler was outside, and she was worried because 
Lori was at the movies, and she was there alone. Rudy also acted worried for 
Red's benefit, and he told him that maybe he should try to get home as early 
as he could, because he had three day's cash receipts at home, waiting to be 
banked in the morning. 

"Rudy hung up after telling the dead phone that he would be home soon, and I 
stayed at the movies until I had seen the whole thing. I didn't know what to 
expect, when I got to the house. There were several police cars there, and 
an ambulance, and a uniformed policeman at the front door took me inside. He 
took me to a man in a regular business suit-a detective lieutenant, and the 
lieutenant told me that my aunt Marge had been killed, and that I shouldn't 
panic, but just relax and answer some questions later. I had a chance to get 
a quick glance at Rudy, and I could see that he felt confident that his plan 
was working out. 

"After a long time, they took her body away, and they questioned Rudy and 
me, but not together where we could hear what the other one was saying. I 
was nervous, but that even made it seem more natural, I thought, and I 
answered all their questions about what movies I'd seen, and I even had my 
ticket stub to add proof that I'd been there. 

"Finally, they asked Rudy to come down to headquarters and add more to his 
statement. He acted glad to do it, because he wanted them to hear Red's 
version of what had happened at the shop-the phone call from Marge, and all. 
I was a little scared when they said that I shouldn't stay in the house 
alone, and that they were only taking me into protective custody. 

"They treated me nice enough, but one detective kept on questioning me about 
how my aunt and uncle got along, how I liked her, how I liked him, how each 
of them treated me-all that sort of thing. 

"I didn't pretend that I was crazy about Marge, but I told them that we got 
along pretty well most of the time. The more they questioned me about my 
feelings toward my uncle Rudy, the more nervous I got about what he must be 
going through. I asked them if I could rest, and they said I could after a 
few more questions. That turned out to be almost all night, but a lawyer 
that Rudy had called showed up, and he insisted that they either charge and 
book us both, or let us go home or to a hotel and rest. 

"They charged Rudy with suspicion of murder, and they held me on some sort 
of 'aiding and abetting' charge. They did let me shower and change into 
other clothes, and they fed me, but they kept on questioning me. They took 
all my clothes-and my slave bracelet, and the next day, a lot of detectives 
came into the room where I was and one began to talk. He wasn't polite, 
now-just stern. He said that bloodspecks that matched Marge's blood, had 
been found on my slave bracelet. This meant, they pointed out, that I must 
have been in the room when Marge was killed! 

"I began to get scared, and then they questioned me about the initials on 
the bracelet, over and over again. I got so tired and confused that I 
finally broke down and admitted that uncle Rudy had given me the bracelet, 
but I said it had been as a 'welcome' gift, and that Marge had picked it 
out. 

"That was all they needed, I guess, because they told Rudy that I had 
confessed-which was not true-and he finally broke down and admitted the 
whole thing. His attorney was there when he did, and when they took Rudy and 
me to trial, his lawyer pleaded that Rudy was acting in self-defense and in 
defense of my life. Luckily for Rudy, the jury believed our stories-we both 
told the straight truth when we took the witness stand-and they convicted 
him of second degree murder, and me with being an accessory before and after 
the act of murder. 

"Rudy was sentenced to from five to ten years and I was sent to this reform 
school. They call it a rehabilitation center, but it's a jail, any way you 
look at it. I also have to take psychiatric treatments, but that's no sweat. 
I'm normal enough, except for wanting more sex than most young girls, I 
guess. 

"That's about it. I'll be here until I'm eighteen, and then I'll be out and 
on my own. I don't know if I'll see Rudy again or not, but if I don't, there 
will always be men like him around, that will give me gifts and take care of 
me. One thing, though-I'll guarantee you that I won't have anything to do 
with a guy who is married. It's too risky and too complicated, trying to 
duck around and keep a secret like that. Besides, I think I can make it on 
my own-as a woman. I'm young, I've got a nice body, and I'm pretty. Maybe 
I'll just take a job and meet some nice guy and get married. I just don't 
know, because I don't think that just one man would be enough for me. At 
least, I've learned that much from the headshrinkers. 

"I'm sorry that Marge is dead and that Rudy is in prison, but I can't let 
that spoil my chances in life. I've got a lot of years ahead, and I'm lucky 
that I live in a time when the young people are doing what they want, at 
last, with few restrictions as long as no laws are broken-and I promise that 
I won't break any-unless they make laws against screwing." 

CONCLUSION 

Incest is as old as man's recorded "history. It is a man-made attitude that 
was often relaxed for reasons of survival, while at other times, it incurred 
the death penalty if it were discovered. 

There is one school of thought which believes tenaciously that incest began 
with Cain. If the Biblical account is accepted, as it is by the 
Judeo-Christian world, there is strong evidence that these believers are 
correct in their deductions, for the Bible tells us that after Cain slew his 
brother, Abel, he was branded with a dark skin and curly hair, and banished 
into the land of Nod. There is no mention of any further miraculous 
creations of a female mate for him, thus, it is inferred by some students 
that Cain either mated with his sisters, or else he cohabited with some of 
the beasts which God had created. 

A few even pursue this latter theory further, stating that this proves that 
the Darwinian theory-that man is descended from animals-is true. They offer 
as arguments the thought that, if Cain had mated with one of the higher 
primates, such as the gorilla or orangutan, his offspring might well be the 
beginning of a race of sub-humans, which eventually spawned man as we now 
know him. Be that as it may, incest has shown up in the histories of most 
peoples. In the Bible, we find several references to it. Lot whored with his 
daughters after the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah; Absolom, favorite son 
of David, had intercourse with his sister, Tamar. These were not condoned, 
however, but at other times, the wandering Nomads of the old testament were 
faced with the problem of survival in arid, alien lands. During such times, 
they were instructed by the elders to take into their homes the wives, 
nieces, mothers and daughters of their dead brother, and to have intercourse 
with them. 

We find throughout history, cases of polygamy, and in almost all instances, 
it was inevitable that men would marry or cohabit with nieces and close 
cousins. Women have always outnumbered men in the population figures, it 
seems, and this often meant that single females had to be "serviced" 
sexually by close relatives. 

That incest will eventually cause the deterioration or death of a group or 
tribe has been pretty well disproved by many cases; most notorious being 
Fletcher Christian and the men of the ship Bounty, who eventually populated 
Pitcairn Island with what must have been an incestuous breed of hardy, 
beautiful people. 

Even more proof was offered when an Englishman named Harrison grew disgusted 
with the confinement of British life and mores, and went to a South Seas 
isle, where he took a bride and her sister and retreated to an even more 
remote island, to live in peaceful isolation and sexual freedom. 

From these two women, there sprang over sixty children, and they must have 
intermarried-at least half-brothers married half-sisters. This continued on 
for many years, all of the island's population springing from one common 
ancestor, and only two female ancestors, until the island had a population 
of over five thousand! During a particularly hard time of near-starvation, 
Harrison appealed to the British authorities for help. It was given, and it 
ultimately launched a thorough and well-documented study into the health, 
mentality and social patterns of the inhabitants of the island. They were 
found to be free from disease of all kinds, healthy, happy, and without 
neuroses, doubtless because they had never lived under the inhibiting, 
guilt-creating puritanical rules that had governed American and British sex 
patterns for centuries. 

Undeniably, incestuous relations had to have been engaged in to create such 
a large populace. 

Moreover, studies of the persons involved threw a giant monkey wrench into 
the theory that close inbreeding causes immorality, feeblemindedness and a 
weak breed of humans. 

Animal husbandry has further refuted these beliefs, for many of the champion 
products of in-breeding have gone on to win show prizes, and to bring high 
prices on the market for their superior qualities which other breeders wish 
to integrate into their own stock bloodlines. 

That incest has had a part in American history is also undeniable. If we 
study the decades of frontier penetration, we cannot but see that when 
families settled a community, their relatives tended to flock to surround 
them. In such instances, the marriage of close cousins-even of half-sisters 
and brothers, was inevitable. 

A study of social patterns shows clearly that the taboos placed on incest 
were not morally inspired, nor were they, in many instances, based on 
religious tenets. They were based on the common sense fact that, where 
incest occurs within a tribe or a family, it disrupts the unity of that 
group. Man, in his constant quest for new horizons to conquer, has always 
taken his "woman"-either from his own home grounds, or from the ranks of 
alien people he has encountered in his journeys. His life was at best, a 
lonely trek, and it followed that if incest were to be permitted, jealousies 
and quarrels would eventually tear the tribe asunder. This they could not 
afford. 

They depended too much on the solidarity of purpose and the joining of 
physical forces against the elements and against other humans who were their 
enemies. 

Internecine wars destroyed many empires, a classic example being the incest 
and devious sex patterns of the ruling Italian house of Medici. 

In modern America, however, incest is not based on any of these reasons. 
Incest, in almost all cases, is based on pure lust and need. That it is 
covered up is beyond question, much like a huge iceberg which only reveals 
to the sight one-fifth of its actual size. 

There is far more incest taking place in America today than is realized, yet 
it is a difficult subject to research because it is still cleverly hidden by 
close family members of the guilty parties. 

Brother-sister incest is considered by many experts to be a natural 
happening, which just as naturally fades out as the brother and sister grow 
and take their place in a world outside their own home. Yet, in dealing with 
sex aberrations through case histories and personal interviews, it is 
astonishing how many brother-sister incestuous relationships do exist. A 
minority of sociologists and psychiatrists hold that this is the most common 
form, with father-daughter incest running a close second. 

In modern, urban America, this may be true, because the first sexual 
contacts do take place within the home-not within the family as a tribe; 
thus, the early sex experimentation often occurs between brother and sister. 

However, there is another school, to which this writer subscribes, which 
holds that the commonest form of incest is that between uncle and niece. 
There are many reasons why this is true. For instance, in rural areas, the 
brothers and sisters tend to be clannish. Much of their leisure time is 
spent with one another's families, and a close, trusting association usually 
builds between uncles and nieces. When the uncle takes the girl on his lap 
and fondles her, it is accepted as a part of "family affection." That he 
often caresses her sexually, fondling her genitals, and later, feeling her 
breasts, is overlooked, if done openly, though it often takes place in 
secret. 

This closeness and caressing build a confidence in a young girl that often 
lasts through puberty, so that when an uncle does attempt full intercourse, 
she accepts it as she has accepted his caresses all her life. 

Sometimes, the girl is frightened-too frightened to tell her parents. This 
is often a natural reaction, if she has been educated by her parents to 
think that sex is dirty or sinful, for she fears that she will be punished 
for her part in the sex play. At other times, the girl may fear her uncle. 
He may have threatened dire things if she "tattles." 

At any rate, in most instances, the climate is very portentous for sexual 
relations to develop between an uncle and the daughter of a sister or 
brother. 

Add to this the new sexual attitudes of American adults and youngsters. 
Promiscuity is almost encouraged by doting parents who abrogate their role 
as parents and counselors, and allow girls of as young as eleven to use 
heavy makeup and wear clothes which make them appear to be sixteen or so. 
They permit dating at a very early age, long before a girl is mature enough 
to make sex decisions. 

When an uncle sees this promiscuity, he frequently counts on his close 
relationship with the child to lead him to an easy conquest. 

The motives for uncle-niece incest are as varied as the faces of the 
participants. Psychiatrists have discovered that "vengeance" can even be the 
motive, when a brother holds a fancied or real grudge against his sister or 
brother, and takes his spite out by molesting a female child of theirs. A 
few cases have been investigated where the male has made sexual advances to 
his sister-in-law or even his own adult sister, and, having been repulsed, 
he seeks out the juvenile daughter and satisfies his lusts on her, while at 
the same time, he is "getting even" with his in-law or relative. 

However, it is little recognized that many such unwholesome relationships 
are instigated and continued by the girl. She may feel so repressed sexually 
that she will start an affair with an uncle, simply because she feels that 
she can get away with it easier-that they will not be suspected. Or she may 
have built a natural love for an uncle over the years which, when she 
reaches puberty, and begins to think in sexual terms, becomes a sexual love. 

Whatever the motives, incest is still a growing problem in social and family 
affairs. It is still a launching pad for later promiscuous sex activities, 
and it is still creating guilt feelings in not only the persons who engage 
in such acts, but in the emotions of the immediate family involved. 

The case histories you have read represent sex aberrations from the 
viewpoints of those who engaged in them. They were taken from case files of 
psychiatrists and social workers, and from personal interviews. We have 
changed the names, but not the events. We have edited the accounts only in 
the interest of eliminating redundancies. These are true stories as they 
come from the lips of the girls and men involved. 

They are offered simply to throw more light on the so-called sex revolution 
that is taking place, to allow us to see the reasons behind such acts, as 
seen through the eyes of the participants. We trust that we have achieved 
our goal of enlightenment in this book. 


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