FMA-107  Daughter-Loving Daddies
(Robert Jamison)


INTRODUCTION 

" ... Terri was nervous as I led her into the room, my hand resting gently 
on the slight indentation of her waist. I felt a slight tremor course 
through her slender young body. She looked at Daddy, lying on the big double 
bed, wearing nothing but his shorts, and then her big innocent eyes were 
once again looking questioningly into mine. I heard her take a deep breath. 
She wanted to run, I knew, but she also wanted to stay. 

"She wanted to say ... and be fucked, just as we had planned. 

"Daddy looked surprised, but both of us-me and him-knew that he was 
pretending. For weeks I had hinted that I wanted to bring my little sister 
to bed with us, and he had made no objection. He had not openly agreed, but 
he had made no objection. 

"And now she was here. 

"He raised himself up on one elbow, as if he were startled to see her there, 
but there was no way he could mask the desire that was in his eyes. It 
seemed to flash in the dark pupils. His tongue flicked out to dampen the 
thin line of his lips, and I could see that his cock was already hard and 
pressing against the front of his shorts. I closed the door behind us. 

"She knows about us. She's known for a long time,' I said as I crossed the 
room toward him. Before he could reply, I bent down and kissed him on the 
mouth, my hand going to the front of his shorts. I gave his cock a squeeze, 
then ended the kiss and turned to take a good look at my little sister. 

"She was enough to stiffen the cock of any man. Slim, even for a girl of 
thirteen, but slim in a way that was a promise of delightful things to come. 
The sheer green nylon of the short little gown that ended very high up on 
her smoothly tanned young thighs revealed the rounded little apples of her 
tits. She wore no bra-as her titties were only now approaching the stage 
when she would need one and the little nipples were seen as darker circles 
at the dome of each breast. 

"At the center of her transparent bikini panties was a hint of 
darkness-perhaps it was made by the hair that was beginning to sprout around 
her cunt, perhaps it was not-and on the insides of her thighs showed a flash 
of white, the end of her tan. Her eyes watching the floor, a nervous hand 
touching her long blonde hair, she shuffled from one foot to the other until 
I motioned for her to join us on the bed. 

"My hand was still squeezing the wonderful hardness of Daddy's prick through 
the cotton shorts as, entranced by the exquisite beauty of her tempting 
young body, I watched her timidly make her way across the room. Her bare 
feet padded softly on the wooden floor. I felt a warm wetness building in my 
cunt. 

"Baby, you don't have to do this,' I heard Daddy whisper in a voice so thick 
that the words seemed to run together. I was sitting with my hip pressed 
against his naked thigh, with only the thin material of my dress between us, 
and I felt his muscles tighten into knots. Then Terri was there. 

"I want to do it, Daddy,' she said, her lower lip trembling and her voice 
breaking. She seemed ready to cry. 'I love you. I love you just like Brenda 
does ... and I ... Sobbing, she threw herself into his arms. 

"I slipped my hand from between their bodies, watching as she pressed her 
face against his naked shoulder, her body shaking. She was sprawled between 
his legs, her little belly over the swelling cock I had just released, and 
she had slipped her hands beneath his shoulders. She gave a small whimper; 
then, like a swimmer diving into freezing water, she slithered upward and 
locked her lips to his. 

"Time seemed frozen. Then, slowly, as if he had fought and lost a battle, 
his hands began stroking her body. They moved slowly down across her 
shoulders, in to the small of her back, onto the cheeks of her rounded 
little ass, and they paused there. They flexed on her pretty ass, playing 
with the yielding flesh. She wiggled between his legs. 

"Her gown had worked its way up above her rump-or maybe he had tugged it 
there-and his hands began to ease her panties down, revealing her delightful 
little ass. It was untanned, very white in comparison to the tan of her 
legs. I was standing now, my legs feeling very weak, and I watched his 
fingers probe at the little cleft between her buttocks. I saw the pink flesh 
of her pussy for an instant as her ass lifted in reaction to the caresses of 
his hands, and then his wrist was blocking my view. 

"A moan escaped his lips as her small hand shot between their bodies, 
finding his prick, and then he rolled her over. Her panties were stretched 
tight between her thighs. Her pussy was a pink slit framed by a pale golden 
fuzz. Her eyes were very big in her childish face. Violently he jerked her 
panties off, then threw them on the floor. 

"As he moved to a kneeling position between the legs she had spread wide in 
readiness-his big cock now standing erect through the opening of his 
shorts-I felt my breath catch in my throat. My knees shook when Terri 
reached up to grasp his prick. She whispered something I couldn't hear 
through the buzzing that filled my brain, and then she began to tug at his 
shorts. He was out of them in an instant. 

"As he flung himself on top of her, his mouth locking on hers, one hand 
squeezing at her tit while the other slipped beneath the cheeks of her ass, 
she once again grasped his prick and struggled to guide it home. I began to 
undress. 

"I felt a searing flame rush upward from my cunt as he gave a powerful 
thrust downward, plunging his cock deep into her eager little pussy, and the 
soft moan that escaped her lips was not a childish cry-it was the sound of a 
woman being fucked. She was no cherry, not by a long shot, and her purring 
alone was proof enough of how much she loved a good fucking. 

"By the time I had stripped myself bare, Daddy had settled into a steady 
stroke that carried his cock deep into her upraised cunt, then be withdrew 
it until only the head remained between the clinging lips. Her heels were 
dug into the bed, her body arched into a bow, and I could clearly see the 
union of their bodies. Ready to come just from the excitement of watching, I 
joined them on the bed. I knelt beside them, purposely letting my tits hang 
down so that the nipples brushed against the moving back of my father, and I 
began to stroke him with one hand. Across his hard and hairy ass. Lightly, 
down into the crack of his ass. Between his legs. Feeling the firmness of 
his balls, holding them and feeling them move as he fucked. Without moving 
from between Terri's legs, he raised himself and threw his arm around me, 
pulling me to him. We kissed. 

"Terri's leg, raised and bent at the knee, was between us, and it felt 
silken and soft as it moved against my belly and my cunt. I could hear her 
breathing heavily as she writhed against the cock that was piercing her, and 
I found myself reaching down to stroke her tit. 

"The perfect little tit felt delightfully rigid through the thin nylon, and 
the hardened nipple seemed to burn my stroking palm. I had meant to hold 
off-to let Terri have a good fucking before I got my own-but that was 
forgotten now. I needed some. And I went after it. 

"Terri was going to have to share that cock. 

"Let her sit on your cock, Daddy,' I said, pulling away from the two of 
them. He smiled, knowing what I was going to suggest, and slipped his cock 
free. I stroked his hard shaft, wet with the juices of their fucking, 
released it as he rolled onto his back, and said, 'If I have to wait for my 
cock, I'll need some tongue to keep me going.' And I quickly moved to 
straddle his face. 

"Even as my knees were sinking into the mattress and I was lowering my ass 
and cunt down over his face, I felt him reach up eagerly to grasp my thighs, 
pulling me down. I closed my eyes as I felt the first licking of his warm, 
wet tongue, a licking that began at the front of my cunt and ended when it 
had reached far back into the crack of my ass. When I opened my eyes-an 
eternity later it seemed-Terri was facing me, kneeling, one leg on each side 
of his body, getting ready to lower herself onto the rigid prick she grasped 
in her trembling fingers. The gown had been cast aside. She was totally 
naked. 

"As she let herself slowly down onto that beautiful cock, I could actually 
see the pink little lips of her pussy spread wide to accept it. Her face 
looked dazed. Her eyes were glassy, her lips slack. As Daddy's tongue licked 
deep into my cunt, I found myself reaching out to stroke the base of his 
cock, the hard flatness of his belly. His tongue licked faster. 

"I could feel it moving hungrily back and forth between the lips of my 
pussy, stretching out to stroke at my clitoris, probing deep in my vagina. 
My hips pumped back and forth as if I were fucking, and he kept his head 
high between my thighs, licking and sucking whatever he could reach. A red 
haze seemed to fill the air between me and Terri. 

"She was moving herself in tight little circles above his pumping hips, and 
I could see her little cunt opening and closing like a flower as his cock 
slid in and out of her. I leaned forward far forward bracing one hand on 
each side of Daddy, and very gently placed my lips on Terri's delectable 
tit. It tasted sweet, clean. She put one hand on each side of my face, 
holding me there, and the bed groaned loudly as she began frantically 
pumping her hips above the cock that was in her. 

"I sucked her rigid little nipple between my lips, nipped it once with my 
teeth, then lifted a hand to her shoulder and pushed her backward. I knew 
she was ready to come; I knew Daddy was ready to come, and I wanted in on 
the action. 

"It was exactly like doing the sixty-nine, except that the cock I leaned 
forward to lick was partially covered by an almost hairless little pussy 
that weaved and bobbed before my eyes. With Terri leaning far back and 
bracing herself on her hands, I was able to touch my lips and tongue to the 
base of his prick, the crisp hairs of his pubis, and my new position let him 
do a better job on my cunt. Better and better. Faster and deeper. Faster. 
Licking the right spots ... Faster ... I began to come. 

"The wet heat inside my cunt built like a volcano. Suddenly, it erupted. I 
pressed my quivering cunt down tight against his face, moving it, and I 
trembled as he greedily sucked the juice that flowed from inside me. And 
then the two of them followed suit. 

"I can't ... I can't ... I can't!' Terri cried incoherently, thrusting her 
cunt down to meet the powerful lurch of his hips, leaving no room for me. 
They strained against one another, groin to groin, trembling as they came. 
Terri slumped backward. As if in slow motion, I watched his prick slide free 
from the quivering lips of her pussy, saw his prick release one last silvery 
spurt of semen, and watched her collapse onto her back, their legs tangled 
together, his hairy balls were almost touching her little cunt. 

"His prick was wet and shining with the juices of their fuck, and a few 
pearls of come had beaded in the black curls of hair above his cock. I 
licked them up, tasting the familiar saltiness of his come, and I put my 
hand around his cock. It was fast going soft. 

"I can't go again, Brenda,' he said from between my thighs, and I felt his 
hands drop away from my body, felt his hair brush against my naked legs as 
he lowered his face from my cunt. 'I couldn't fuck again if my life depended 
on it. Not now.' But I had already thought of a surprise for him. 

"The surprise lay spread before my eyes-pink and coral and tempting, 
surrounded by a shimmering halo of pale golden fuzz, with here and there a 
sparkling diamond of his come. Terri's cunt. 

"Without really thinking about it, I had decided to eat her cunt. 

"You've got two daughters for lovers now, remember?' I reminded him in a 
voice that was more teasing than serious. Then, because I knew that he would 
be more easily aroused if he could watch what I was about to do, I shifted 
my body over so that I lay with my cunt near his face-my tits against his 
side, my face very close to his prick and his nuts-and very close to the 
open pussy of my little sister. We were ready. 

"As I took his sticky, limber prick in one hand and his balls in the other, 
leaning down so close that I knew he would be able to feel the touch of my 
breath, I kept my eyes on the delicious little box that lay between Terri's 
thighs. Though she was beginning to come out of the stupor that always 
claims a woman after she has been fucked, her slim legs were still draped 
over his, her gash in front of my face. 

"I lifted his cock and fitted the sticky flesh into my mouth, tasting the 
sweet-salty-tasteless come that coated his prick, and I heard Terri's breath 
rattle in her throat, and I squeezed his balls until I felt his shaft begin 
to swell slightly inside my mouth, and then I released him ... and went 
after my little sister. 

"Daddy slipped away from us as I used my hands to lift Terri's ass from the 
bed, and I knew then that he had clearly understood what I wanted to do ... 
and I knew what he would do. 

"Her fine little pelvis seemed to twitch as I lifted her butt and draped her 
thighs over my shoulders, and for a moment I was afraid she would try to 
pull away. Then I kissed the center of her pussy and her reaction told me 
that was the last thing on her mind. 

Her nails clawed painfully-but pleasingly, oh, so pleasingly!-into the back 
of my neck, trying to draw my face into her sopping little pussy, and her 
thighs trembled against my shoulders. I resisted her. 

"Hold your pussy open, Terri, so I can see it,' I said, and it was all I 
could do to whisper the words. I shifted myself into a kneeling position, 
using my shoulders to raise her ass so high that she was resting fully on 
her own, and I watched in breathless silence as she reached down with two 
fingers of one hand and pulled apart the tempting lips of her tight little 
cunt. It was gorgeous. As she spread it wide before my eyes, revealing the 
inner flesh that was slightly darker than the pink lips-slightly puckered 
from fucking-a trickle of come was released from inside her. I went after it 
like a cat goes after cream. I felt Daddy coming after me. 

"In the same instant that I clamped my mouth tight over her dripping little 
pussy, sucking hard as I sought the delicious come she had drained from his 
cock, I felt his hand reach beneath me to grasp my tit; I felt my flesh 
being spread wide by the head of a cock. In others words ... I felt 
wonderful. 

"I was near the edge of the bed, with my ass raised high in the air, and 
that allowed him to fuck me while standing. Let me tell you, there is no 
better way. Add that to the cloudy white come Terri was serving from the 
priceless cup of her pussy and you will see that. I was getting the best of 
everything ... from two people I loved. Cunt and cock. The best of them 
both. 

"In front of me, squirming in reaction to the darting of my tongue, the 
delicate sucking of my mouth, was a pussy that any woman would envy and any 
man would desire. It seemed to flex around my stroking tongue; it seemed to 
struggle to draw me deeper into its tasty flesh. And behind me, behind me 
... behind me!! 

"His heavy cock pumped steadily in and out of my cunt, spreading me wider 
than he had ever done, reaching deeper than any prick I had ever known 
exciting my throbbing clit beyond imagination. I could feel the hair at the 
base of his cock teasing the sensitive flesh of my ass with each inward 
thrust he made, and I could feel the lips of my cunt being drawn outward 
each time he withdrew. For the second time that evening, I was getting ready 
to come. Terri beat me to it. 

"Her thighs tightened spasmodically around my neck, she almost smothered me 
as she used both hands to hold me tight against her cunt, and her clit went 
prick-hard between my lips. Her cunt was slack and wet. 

"Hot come exploded deep inside my gash, spurting from the cock of my father, 
at exactly the same second I felt myself reach a coming that was one for the 
books. For just a moment he held me like that, letting me writhe on the end 
of his dick, and then we collapsed across the bed. Daddy fell between us and 
it was a long time before I could find the energy to raise my head and look 
at my sister. She looked exhausted, satiated. I winked at her. 

"I had made a wise decision. Daddy would need someone when I was gone. Terri 
would be that someone. She would love him, as I had done. She would care for 
him, as I had done. She would fuck him, as I had done. A wise decision. One 
I was sure I would never regret." 

Incest. A word that will cause a feeling of the deepest revulsion in many of 
those who hear it spoken; a word that will be misunderstood, or inadequately 
understood, by even more. 

Incest. Perhaps the most deeply entrenched taboo in Western society. 
Forbidden by moral codes, forbidden by most religious customs, and in 
certain circumstances where it is not forbidden by law, it is at least 
discouraged. It is, surely, our strongest sexual taboo. 

During the last two decades we have seen the stigma that was once associated 
with other "different" forms of sex begin to lessen. When, around 1955, the 
subculture of mate-swapping began to surface, it caused quite a furor. Many 
tried to write it off as a passing fad, and those who engaged in swapping 
were widely condemned. Today, though society has by no means given its 
approval of the practice, it has recognized that swapping is the personal 
business of those who engage in it, and that society has neither the need 
nor the means to control it. The taboo has not completely vanished-but much 
of the stigma has faded. 

Oral sex-such as cunnilingus and fellatio-was once considered by many to be 
the most perverted of sexual acts. It was condemned as "unnatural" and was 
illegal in many states-even when practiced by a man and his wife, in the 
privacy of their own bedroom. While this act remains forbidden by statute in 
some states, such laws are rarely enforced-except in cases where minors are 
involved-and oral sex is seen in a new and much brighter light. 

Anal intercourse is known to be used by a great number of couples, and the 
mention of this act no longer creates the revulsion that it once did. If not 
completely toppled, another taboo has at least been weakened. 

Homosexuals, both male and female, have gained a new acceptance. Without 
putting it in writing, without changing the statutes that have discouraged 
and suppressed acts of homosexuality, society has finally conceded to these 
people their right to behave as they choose so long as their acts do not 
infringe upon the rights of others. 

Yes, most of the taboos have faded away into limbo; and others are 
faltering. This is due in large part to the great advances made in 
psychosexual knowledge during recent years; due to studies such as the 
Kinsey reports, which showed such acts to be much more widespread than had 
previously been thought. It was information obtained from such studies that 
created a new atmosphere in which such acts are seen as small parts of the 
sexual scene rather than the "sick" acts of a "perverted" mind. 

But what about incest? 

Incest, of course, refers to sexual relations between members of the same 
family-between brother and sister, between mother and son, between father 
and daughter. The relationship may be homosexual such as a lesbian 
experiment between two sisters: or it may be troilistic (troilism is sex 
involving three partners) such as the case described by Brenda at the 
opening of this book. Still, it is incest. 

The actual sex act may be oral, it may be anal, or it may be ordinary 
copulation; but, if it involves two members of the same family, it is 
incest. 

And it is the one taboo on which Western society has refused to yield. There 
is little evidence to indicate that it will. 

Much of the rationale upon which society bases its condemnation of the 
incestuous relationship springs, of course, from genetic and biological 
factors. There is certain evidence that pregnancies which result from 
intercourse between closely related couples show a high incidence of genetic 
complications in the offspring-deformed or mentally retarded children. This 
is the basis of the laws by which many of our states forbid marriages 
between close relatives, such as first cousins. 

A much larger portion of the arguments against incest, however, are based on 
custom. There was a time when it was the duty of a daughter-nearly her sole 
duty-to bring a husband into the household, thus expanding the size, the 
wealth, and the strength of the family. Virginity was highly prized, 
especially during the Victorian era, and a girl was expected to remain a 
virgin until marriage. For this reason, all contacts with male members 
within the family structure were closely supervised, rigid separation of the 
sexes was imposed. Even the most innocent of contacts between brother and 
sister, for instance, were condemned and punished, and the child was guided 
outward-to expand and strengthen the family. To err was to live forever in 
guilt. 

Edward M. Brecher, in his book The Sex Researchers, reports that Henry 
Havelock Ellis, one of the first and most famous of those who have explored 
the intricate world of sex, had his first sexual experience with a. young 
cousin' who came to visit. Though the event is described as very mild and 
timid, young Ellis, raised in the strict Victorian era of the mid-1800s, 
seems to have borne the memory to his grave. 

For years, the book reports, Ellis was totally incapable of enjoying .sexual 
intercourse, never achieving ejaculation until he was well into his 
thirties. Then, when finally he chose to marry, Ellis chose a lesbian to be 
his bride. He knew of her lesbianism, and is said to have accepted it. Anna, 
his wife, brought her conquests into their home. 

It was only after the death of his wife, the author reports, that Ellis was 
able to achieve full sexual gratification-and he found it with a former 
mistress of his deceased wife. Brecher attributes much of the sexual 
problems of Havelock Ellis to the lingering guilt in his mind-guilt brought 
on by an affair so mild that it would go unnoticed today. 

So it is that society enforces its customs. 

But this work will not concern itself with the milder forms of incest-the 
innocent kissing and fondling of children-and it will not attempt to explore 
the full spectrum of such relationships ... It will, instead, focus on one 
aspect of the subject. Daughters and fathers. 

In these pages you are going to meet daughters and fathers who obey no rules 
but their own, daughters and fathers who choose to violate the moral codes 
imposed by our culture, and you are going to hear, in their own words, with 
no apologies, why and how they do so. 

You are going to meet the people who have passed the barrier against incest, 
the barrier that Freud described in the following manner: 

... Respect for this barrier is essentially a cultural demand made by 
society. Society must defend itself against the danger that the interests 
which it needs for the establishment of higher social units may be swallowed 
up by the family; and for this reason, in the case of every individual, it 
seeks by all possible means to loosen their connection with their family-a 
connection which, in their childhood, is the only important one. 

... The parents' affection far the child may awaken his sexual instincts 
prematurely to such a degree that the mental excitation breaks through in an 
unmistakable fashion to the genital system. If, on the other hand, the 
parent is able to postpone this excitation until later, the affection can 
perform its task of directing the child in his choice of a sexual object 
when he reaches maturity. 

... Time has been gained in which the child can erect, among other things, 
the barrier against incest, and can thus take up into himself the moral 
precepts which expressly exclude from his object-choice, as being 
blood-relations, the persons whom he has loved in his childhood. 

"The barrier against incest," Freud continues, "is probably among the 
historical acquisitions of mankind, and, like .other moral taboos, has no 
doubt already become established in some persons by organic inheritance. 
Psycho-analytic investigation shows, however, haw intensely the individual 
struggles with the temptation to incest during his period of growth and haw 
frequently the barrier is transgressed in fantasies and even in reality." 
While many researchers dispute Freud's theory .of organic inheritance of the 
"barrier against incest," most will agree that the barrier is frequently 
transgressed "in fantasies and even in reality". 

But how frequently? 

Statistics on the frequency of incest are difficult to came by, and even 
mare difficult to judge as to accuracy. Most cases of incest are revealed 
only when, through some other occurrence, such as the pregnancy of a minor, 
the law becomes involved. This, of course, is only the tip of an iceberg. It 
is difficult to judge the size of the iceberg itself. 

The late Alfred Kinsey, during 'research for his Sexual Behavior in the 
Human Female, asked the 4,441 women who were interviewed if they had 
experienced sexual contacts before adolescence. Nearly one in four reported 
that they had; and, in 609 cases where the older males were identified, only 
52 percent were strangers, friends or acquaintances accounted far 32 
percent, and the rest were members of the family. Uncles accounted far 9 
percent of the first sexual contacts .of the women interviewed, brothers, 
accounted far 3 per cent and the other 4 percent were introduced to sex by 
their own fathers. 

These figures represent the percentages of the 609 cases in which the first 
sexual contact was identified, of course, and it may be inaccurate to 
attempt to extend them to the full survey. Still, they indicate that a 
startling number of young females were-and are-first seduced by a member of 
their own family. And seduced may be an inappropriate term. It seems 
reasonable to assume that there are many cases where the daughter take the 
initiative, leading her own father dawn the primrose path that leads to 
incestuous intercourse. 

If the Kinsey report can be accepted as an accurate cross-section of the 
sexual habits of the human creature-and mast researchers concede that it is 
exactly that-then the number of people who have engaged in intercourse with 
members of their own family must be truly staggering. As a matter of fact, 
many researchers have argued that, if the Kinsey figures were inaccurate in 
any way-it was because they underestimated the number of people who have 
engaged in the sexual practices not readily accepted by our society. 

The recent changes in the family structure are another fact or that must be 
taken into consideration in any objective study of incest. The Kinsey study 
was published in 1953. In that year the family was, in mast cases, headed by 
the father. He was respected as the one who provided. The profile he 
presented to his child was probably much stronger than is seen by the 
daughter of today, and for that reason she may well have been less likely to 
attempt to hurdle the barrier of incest by which they were separated. 

Today, in ever-growing numbers, women are gaining equality within the family 
structure. They work. They contribute to the support of the family-and the 
father thus becomes more human, and more approachable, in the eyes of his 
children. 

In 1953, the year of the Kinsey report, people were far more reluctant than 
today to admit that they had engaged in sexual behavior which might be 
considered antisocial. Thus, considering today's atmosphere of greater 
sexual freedom, it seems reasonable to conclude that a new study of sexual 
attitudes and experiences would find an even higher number of women willing 
to admit that they had engaged in incestuous intercourse. 

Youth of today is more aware, sexually, than the young people of years gone 
by, and it may well be that this awareness will lead to an increase in 
intra-family sex. Only time will tell. But it is a certainty that the 
children of those couples who engage in the mate swapping to which we have 
referred will, in most cases, become aware of the activities of their 
parents. The effect of such a discovery is hard to predict and will, of 
course, vary in each case; but it may be that many children, seeing one 
barrier fall, will feel free to abandon their own moral codes. 

The youth communes, too, are another attack upon the traditional structure 
of the family, and the effect may be tremendous and far-reaching. 

In many of these communes, where all property is shared, nudity is accepted 
without comment, and there are no traditional husbands and wives, even sex 
is a communal item. "Making like," it is often called-and the responsibility 
for the rearing of the children is often shared among the members of the 
commune. 

In such an atmosphere, the child is likely to find it difficult to find a 
father-image with which she may identify. When the mother is shared equally 
between several men, and the child receives both her affection and her 
discipline from more than one "father," it seems highly unlikely that her 
mind will erect what Freud called the barrier against incest and erect may 
be the key word in Freud's writings on the subject. 

Raised in such a commune, knowing the females are shared, feeling an equal 
affection for the male adults of the household, and reaching puberty-is the 
child likely, if aroused sexually, to make a distinction between her natural 
father and another? Probably not. 

The attitudes of the other members of the commune, of course, will bear 
heavily upon the development of the child. It may well be that the parents, 
following their instincts, will maintain the taboo against incest. Perhaps 
they will not. But the tremendous number of communes now forming across the 
nation does seem a point worth watching. This final destruction of the 
family unit could be the first signal that society is shedding its 
traditional taboo against incest. During the coming years, as the children 
of these communal families reach puberty, we may well see a tremendous 
increase in the incidence of sex within the family. 

Many members of these communes will no doubt return to the mainstream of our 
society, picking up the moral codes from which they have attempted to flee. 
Others will take their place. The communes may be a permanent thing; they 
may fade into oblivion. 

But they are surely the most concerted attack ever made upon the accepted 
structure of the family and the barrier erected against the incest taboo. 

Will the barrier fall? Only time will tell. This book does not pretend to 
hold the answer to that question. Time and. research will provide that 
answer. And the book is not about the people society calls "hippies"; nor is 
it about communes. It is about the people next door. The businessman with 
the lovely young daughter. It is about the people who, perhaps, work with 
you, or attend your church; the daughter may go to school with your own 
daughter. For it is a fact-like it or not-that incest does occur. 

The people you will meet within these pages are real. The stories are their 
own, and so are the words. Sometimes sordid, sometimes heartbreaking, each 
of them is true. They are case histories of daughters and fathers ... 

... Daughters and fathers who ignore the barrier against incest. 


CHAPTER ONE: Your Father for Mine? 

"Mama would have raised pure hell if she could have seen us there, naked, 
four in one bed, sweating even though the air conditioner in the motel room 
was turned to its coldest. I always sweat when I fuck, sweat until my body 
gets slippery; and now, as we rested after our first balling of the night, I 
could feel the perspiration forming cold beads on the flesh of my knockers, 
on my thighs, my belly. It felt good. 

"Daddy was sweating, too. His dark hair was wet and pasted to his forehead. 
The hair on his broad chest and muscular legs was wet and glistening with 
sweat. He was resting with one arm thrown over his eyes, shielding them from 
the glare of the overhead light, and I could see that the dark hair beneath 
his arms was also damp. So was his cock. And the hair around it. 

"But that was wet with come, not sweat. 

"Moving closer to him, so that my body was pressed against his side, I 
pulled his arm down from over his eyes and slipped it under me, snuggling 
close. With my other hand I reached down to touch his sticky, half-hard 
prick. His white teeth flashed as he smiled lazily at me. 

"I kissed him in the hollow of his throat, tasting the salt of his sweat, 
and I felt his rough hand move down and close over the globe of my tit. My 
nipple was still hard and erect, the way it always gets when I fuck, or when 
I even think about fucking, and I felt myself getting hornier as he idly 
played with my knocker. I began to wonder how long he would have to rest 
before he could fuck again. Not long, I hoped. 

"On the other side of my father lay Jodi and her dad, legs still tangled 
together so that her wet little pussy was pressed against his thigh. She 
moved it against him as I watched. Both had their eyes closed, the way 
people will do after a good piece of ass, and I sort of got a kick out of 
looking them over. 

"Jodi was seventeen, a year older than me, but she was little. I had it all 
over her when it came to tits, and I was several inches taller. She was a 
blonde, just like Ken, her father, and the blondeness was natural. The hair 
around her cunt proved that. Me, I have the black hair of my father; and it 
tangles in a thick bush around my cunt. All in all, black hair and blonde, 
me with the big tits and Jodi with the petite little body she had, we should 
have made a picture you could put on sale. I reached across the bed and 
touched Ken's prick. 

"Jodi, feeling the movement, opened her blue eyes wide. She looked down at 
my hand, resting on the cock of her father, and she smiled. 'Your father for 
mine?' she asked. That had been our original plan. I returned the smile, 
shook my head, my long black hair teasing the flesh of my father, and said, 
'No way, friend. Not now. I want a little of them both. Two cocks are better 
than one, they say.' 

"And it was the right thing to say. I had rolled half atop Daddy, my 
knockers reaching down to touch at his side and his chest as I felt his 
prick with my free hand, and I felt it begin to come alive in my grasp. 
There is nothing better than the feel of a swelling prick. And in my other 
hand I could feel the rising of Ken's cock. The suggestion had brought them 
both to life. 

"You can get your pussy from behind,' I told Daddy, giving his cock one last 
squeeze and letting my fingers rub him hard across his hairy balls before I 
forced my way in between the legs of Jodi and her father. I got into a 
kneeling position, ready to blow him, and I used both hands to spread his 
legs wide. Plenty of room, that was what I needed. 

"What about me?' Jodi asked, sliding into a sitting position with her back 
against the headboard of the bed, her long, slender legs spread wide, her 
pussy showing the slight gleam of come. The girl had absolutely no 
imagination. I grinned at my father, who was now standing beside the bed, 
his cock hard and ready, and I grinned at Ken, whose prick stood upright in 
the cradle of my hands, and then I grinned at her. 'Daddy has a tongue, 
sweetheart,' I told her. 'So let him use it. That's what tongues are for.' 

"And then I bent down to blow her father's cock. As far as I was concerned, 
Jodi could take care of herself. She was a raunchy little bitch, one of the 
hottest I had ever known, and I had no doubt that she would. Me, I had my 
own fucking to worry about. 

"Lift your ass a little higher, Nora,' I heard my father say as I eyed the 
stiff rod of Ken's prick. His hands slid off the back of my legs, stopping 
when they reached my upraised buttocks, and I could feel him urging me 
higher. As if I needed urging. I was hot as a firecracker-and getting 
hotter. 

"As I slowly bent and touched my lips to the rounded red head of Ken's 
prick, giving it the gentlest of kisses, I could feel the hand of my father 
rubbing upward between my legs, stroking the cleft between my buttocks, 
stroking the hairy bush of my cunt. My cunt was still juicy from the fucking 
he had given me earlier, and the lips parted easily and eagerly as he forced 
his fingers inside me. 

"With a wiggle of my ass, a parting of my legs, and a deep breath, I 
prepared myself for a fucking from both ends. I heard the sound of Jodi 
moving about on the bed, but I ignored it. 

"Holding the hardened shaft of Ken's cock in my fingers, I let my tongue 
swirl slowly around the head, licking away the sticky come which covered it. 
A squeeze of my fingers brought a silvery drop of come through the little 
opening in the center of the head, and I lapped it away with my tongue. It 
was warm and almost tasteless. 

"Daddy's hand moved away from my cunt, reached beneath me to grip my belly, 
and I prepared myself for the thrust of his cock. It came with an almost 
agonizing slowness, as if in a dream. First, there was the tantalizing touch 
of the knoblike head as it gently parted the lips of my pussy; then my cunt 
had completely enveloped the head. It seemed to rest there for a delicious 
eternity, just inside the portals of my cunt, and then it slid fully in with 
a slow stroke that was so provocative that I wanted to scream. Instead, I 
passed the pleasure on to Jodi's father. 

"He had settled both hands on the back of my head as I licked at the knobby 
head of his cock, and now, as I opened my lips and completely covered that 
head, still flicking it with my tongue, I could feel him pressing at the 
back of my head with urgency. I was between his open legs, legs that lifted 
and fell as I sucked at his cock, and my hair fell down to touch his 
stomach. 

"The cheeks of my ass were suddenly touched by the bristly hair of my 
father's groin, my cunt was stretched wide around the thick shaft of his 
prick, and I felt as if I had one great cock running through the full length 
of my body. It was as though one great length of cock had been thrust into 
my cunt and pushed, pushed, pushed until it found an exit at my mouth. 
Wonderful. I loved them both. 

"I opened my lips into a wide oval, sliding them far down on the slippery 
stalk of Ken's prick and, at the same time, I tried to flex the inner walls 
of my cunt around the cock that had settled into a steady pumping motion 
behind me. I was getting a good one. 

"As it slipped smoothly in and out of my gash, keeping a constant pressure 
against my clit, I could feel a pulsing from within me, the throbbing of my 
blood as it raced through my veins. I bobbed my head over the cock that 
filled my mouth, trying to match my motions to the pumping of Daddy's hips. 
He gave a great lunge that stopped me. 

"His cock was suddenly pushed so deep inside me that I lifted my head as 
though to scream my pleasure for all to hear-and I saw that Jodi had 
followed my suggestion. 

"Not until I looked up had I even realized that Ken's hands had left the 
back of my head. In my horniness I had lost all awareness of everything but 
the cock that was moving inside me, stoking my fires, and the cock over 
which I knelt. Now, for the first time, I saw that Ken had found something 
else to occupy his hands. 

"His daughter was on her knees, with one leg on each side of his face, her 
back to me, and she had lowered her cunt down onto his face. He had one hand 
on each cheek of her ass, guiding her movements as he licked at her cunt. 
His hands looked very brown against the untanned flesh of her butt, and I 
could hear her purring as he ate her pussy. Her arms were high above her 
head, her hands braced against the wall above the bed, and her hips were 
moving back and forth above his face, which was raised high between her 
thighs. I found myself wishing I could watch his tongue as it sliced its way 
through her slit. But a girl can't have everything and I had plenty to keep 
me happy. More than plenty. 

"As I returned eagerly to the sucking of Ken's cock-relishing the taste of 
it-I felt Daddy strain' hard against me from behind. His prick was all the 
way in, and he used the hand that held my belly to draw my ass tighter 
against him. The hard muscles of his thighs were pressed against the backs 
of my legs; my buttocks tingled to the touch of the kinky hair above his 
cock. He began to pound at me with furious strokes of his cock. The flame 
inside me grew hotter. 

"And so did the cock I was sucking. As I held the head of it in my mouth, 
letting my fingers play up and down the swollen rod, sliding the outer skin, 
jacking him off into my mouth, Ken's hips began pumping up and down. I 
stroked the soft blonde hair of his balls with the fingers of my other hand, 
making him move faster and faster, and I could feel my cheeks sink inward as 
I sucked on his prick as if it were a straw in a soda. 

"Lick me on the button! On the button of my cunt! ' Jodi cried. The bed 
seemed to rock as she-or someone-squirmed frantically. And then the bed and 
the whole world seemed to tilt as my cunt flexed, tightened, released, 
tightened, and quivered as I began to come ... 

"Faster! Do it faster!' someone pleaded, and in the heat of orgasm I was too 
hot to recognize the voice. My fingers raced up and down the length of the 
throbbing cock they held. But no faster than the driving of the cock Daddy 
was giving me from behind. I rotated my ass in slow circles, trying to make 
it better-and found that I was trying the impossible. 

"You can get no better fucking than he was giving me-not from a boy, not 
from a man, not from anyone. Already, I had gone-and still my cunt flashed 
hot and cold. I felt-no, I knew!-that I could fuck all night. Nothing is 
better than Daddy's fuck. 

"I felt Ken grope beneath me with his hand until he found the sphere of my 
tit, and the pull he gave my nipple was a warning that he was ready to come. 
And I was ready, too. 

"With flying fingers I beat him off, my mouth still ovaled tight around the 
head of his prick, sucking. My tongue licked at him. My mind seemed to blur 
... 

"And then he came. 

"The come gushed hot and thick into my mouth at exactly the moment when I 
felt him grasp the back of my head, felt his hips lift and jerk in a quick 
spasm, and I thought I was going to drawn in his sticky semen. It filled my 
mouth, flowing out at each corner of my lips and sliding down my chin in a 
warm rivulet, and it seeped down my throat, thick and pasty. I pulled away 
from his cock, gagging, and a second stream of it shot up to hit me in the 
face. My lips opened, on instinct alone, and the come I hadn't swallowed 
spewed out and onto the blond curls of his cock-hair. A thin stream of it 
hung suspended from my lower lip. I brushed it away, released his cock, and 
looked over my shoulder at Daddy. A red mist seemed to separate us. 

"Put it to me from the front. I want to ... to kiss you ... to see you ... 
while we fuck,' I pleaded, barely able to say the words. I somehow freed 
myself from his grip-damned hard to do, considering how good it felt-and 
rolled onto my back. He joined me at once. 

"My little baby girl, all grown up,' he said, moving between my legs. I felt 
his cock touch the inside of my thigh. Then it was inside me again. He 
kissed me on the lips, then looked down at me. 

"A full-grown woman, Nora, that's what you are.' His prick began to move 
inside me. He had a hand on my tit, fondling it, and his expression was 
dazed. 'A big-titted woman. A woman made to fuck, and that's my kind of 
woman.' His voice sounded strange, but his words were making me hot. 

"I'm also a woman who loves it,' I said, lifting my legs high and wrapping 
them around his body. I slipped my hands behind his neck and pulled his face 
down to mine. As I used my tongue to part his lips, I slowly gyrated my hips 
beneath him, letting my own body set the pace of our fucking. I wanted him 
to last as long as possible. 

"He sucked my tongue deep into his mouth, let me draw it back, and then 
forced his own tongue between my lips. His hands moved over my tits, 
lingering at the nipples, moved over my sides, beneath my ass ... touching 
me ... touching me. And all the while his prick moved smoothly in the 
clinging sheath of my pussy. 

"Fuuuuuuckinnng! 

"Daddy slipped one hand beneath my thigh, lifting my leg and bending it at 
the knee. He raised it so high that it touched my breast, and I could feel 
the slash of my cunt tighten around his stroking cock. The new position 
enabled him to reach my tit with his mouth, and I held the back of his head 
as he sucked my nipple between his lips. The sensation was so unbearably 
exquisite that I found myself digging my teeth into my lower lip, clawing at 
his neck with my nails. 

"Jodi moaned somewhere beside us on the bed. Through lidded eyes I saw that 
she had somehow put the lead back in Ken's pencil-which would be his third 
time tonight-and she was mounting him from the top. No wonder she was such a 
hot-pants little broad, I thought. It must run in the family. A deep stab of 
Daddy's prick drew my attention back where it belonged. 

"He was stroking faster now, thrusting so deep that I could feel his hairy 
balls swinging in to slap against the tender undersides of my ass, just 
below my upraised cunt, and I moved my pelvis faster. 

"His lips worked my rigid nipple with exactly the same speed that his cock 
was pounding in and out of my cunt, and his breathing came faster and 
faster, louder and louder. Or was it the sound of my own breath I was 
hearing? I couldn't say. 

"As I felt myself starting to come, bubbling like champagne, I wrapped my 
legs high around his body and squeezed with all my strength, lifting my cunt 
to meet him. 

"We strained against each other, groin to groin, and I heard him gasp for 
breath as he released himself inside me. It felt warm and fluid. It felt 
like it would go on forever-and it felt wonderful. 

"He fell into my arms, just resting there, his cock still inside me, 
unmoving now, and I wished he could stay there forever. I felt his prick go 
soft and small inside me, its hardness leaving, and I felt a trickle of come 
seep from the bottom of my cunt. Then he pulled himself free, kissed me, and 
rolled onto his back beside me. He looked exhausted. 

"Ken and Jodi were finished. She lay facedown, her cheek resting against the 
chest of her father, her arm across his stomach, and I could tell by her 
breathing that she was asleep. Ken held her with one arm thrown lightly 
across her small shoulders, and he was looking down at her with a' curious 
expression on his face. I looked at Daddy. He had the same expression on his 
face. I wondered if they felt guilty. 

"It was something to think about. None of us had expected it to go this way; 
at least I hadn't. Not really. I had intended to get my balling' from Ken. 
Daddy was to have been with Jodi. That was the way we had planned it. That 
wasn't the way it had worked. 

"We met them-Ken and Jodi, that is-at a special gathering of The Sexual 
Freedom Front. That's just a fancy name for a swap club. Mama and Daddy have 
been members for five years, maybe longer, and this gathering was strictly a 
social one, no swapping or anything, supposedly held so the members could 
get to know each other's brats. Dinner and all that crap. Real discreet. 
Mama wouldn't have gone for anything else. 

"Sexual freedom, my ass! When it came to sexual freedom, my mother had a 
definition all her own. She wanted it for herself-and to hell with everybody 
else. She had always done her best to keep me from knowing about the 
swapping that went on around our house-and if she was so sold on sexual 
freedom, why would she be ashamed of it? 

"But I had known about it since I was a snotty nosed little kid, and it 
hadn't really interested me until I learned-in the back seat of a car-what 
fucking was all about. Then I took a real interest. 

"Like sneaking home a few times to watch through a bedroom window-they 
always pawned me off on friends on party nights-and listening with new 
interest to the things Mama would say on the nights they were going 
elsewhere for their fucking. 'Don't you go down on anyone, George,' I had 
heard her say one time. 'If you do that, I swear I'll quit: And she had 
stopped talking when she saw me. Yes, Mama had her own definition of 
freedom. She really did. 

"It was different with Daddy. I could always talk with him-about anything. 
He knew I was no starry-eyed virgin. He had fixed it with our doctor so I 
could get the pill. And when I told him I knew about the swapping, he had 
explained it to me. It wasn't that he didn't love my mother, he said, it was 
simply that they were a mature, sophisticated couple who could accept the 
fact that sex was something to be enjoyed, not something to be regulated. I 
agreed, of course. 

"We had talked about it a lot-swapping, I mean-without getting dirty about 
it, and it seemed to please him that I accepted it the way I did. I think he 
had expected I would feel hurt, or something. 

"So when they received the invitation to the family get-together, to be held 
at the home of a couple who were members of the group, he had argued that I 
should go, that I would soon be a woman, that nothing wrong was going to 
happen, that I already knew about the club, and that I was reaching the age 
where I would soon have to decide about sex for myself. And so we went. 

"At first, the whole thing struck me as pretty dull. The dinner was held on 
the patio of a rambling brick house near the beach, and about twenty couples 
were there. Talking, drinking, just mingling. And then I met Ken-and the 
party came to life. 

"I was standing beside the long table they had set up as a buffet when I saw 
him. And I reacted at once. That happens sometimes-you get the hots the 
moment you see a man. Well, I got them that night. 

"He was talking to Jodi-though of course I didn't know until later who she 
was-and I thought I had never seen a more handsome chunk of man. And I guess 
he could feel me watching him, because he turned his head slowly in my 
direction, smiled, setting my pants on fire, and in a moment the two of them 
came over to where I stood. 

"Have you ever met a person who really turns you on? At first sight, I mean? 
Well, that was the way it was with us. While we stood there talking, our 
eyes kept meeting, feeling each other out, and we were thinking of the same 
thing. 

"Fucking. 

"Strange as it may seem, when Daddy joined us there, I saw the same look 
pass between him and Jodi. She wore a pale blue dress that hugged the 
sensuous curves of her slim little body, and I saw that he was really eating 
her up with his eyes. I knew, then, that all of us were thinking of the same 
thing. 

"We had little chance to do anything about it, though. Not then. Mama was 
there, watching me like a hawk. So was Ken's wife, Jodi's mother. It would 
have ended right there-except Jodi and I exchanged phone numbers before we 
left. 

"My first telephone call, the next morning, confirmed what I had been 
thinking-that she wanted to hump for my father. And I wasted no words in 
letting her know I had the hots for Ken. And we planned, and planned, and 
planned. 

"It took me a week to bring Daddy around. I began by dropping hints about 
how he had impressed Jodi, led him on to the point where I was telling him 
she was driving me crazy, then joked that he should give her a little to get 
her off my back. He laughed at that. 

"Her old man would murder me for banging his daughter,' he joked, but his 
eyes showed his interest. And then I lowered the boom. 'Not if he's doing 
the same to me,' I said. 

"He was reluctant to do it, really reluctant, but he was also so hot for 
Jodi that he finally gave in. Ken was no problem. I called him myself. And 
the arrangements were made. Daddy taking me for a weekend trip. Ken doing 
the same. Adjoining rooms were reserved. We could switch fathers with 
detection. It was perfect. 

"Except we forgot to switch. 

"Jodi and her father were late in arriving. That was what caused it to 
happen. Daddy and I paced the floor of the motel room, making unfunny, 
nervous little jokes about what we were going to do, and we waited ... and 
waited. He left to buy a bottle of whiskey, and we made drinks in the water 
glasses the motel provided. I drank mine straight. 

"Looks like we wasted a trip,' Daddy said with a weak grin. They were 
already two hours late, and my nervousness had turned to anger. I stood up, 
sweating despite the coolness of the room. I always sweat when I'm horny, 
mad, or disappointed, and I was all three. 'I'm going to take a shower,' I 
said. I began stripping. 

"Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of around our house, and Daddy had seen me 
that way a thousand times. This time, though, he seemed to be paying special 
attention. I was down to my skimpy bra and see-through panties-the ones I 
had bought specially for this trip-before I noticed the way he was looking 
at my tits and cunt. He grinned crookedly at me, then said, 'He's sure 
passing up a good one.' He looked miserable. 

"And she's passing up a better one.' He was sitting on the bed and, feeling 
sorry for him, I sat down beside him. 'Poor Daddy,' I said, touching his 
hair. He looked away from me, then back. I kissed him on the lips, very 
lightly, then slipped my arm around his shoulder. He rested his face in the 
hollow at the base of my neck. 

"Somehow, I don't know how, I realized that he was staring down at my tits, 
barely covered by my bra, down at the dark patch that could be seen through 
my panties, at the hair that curled out beneath the elastic at my thighs. I 
felt myself getting hot-no, hotter! 

"And it was then, I guess, that I first thought of making it with him. His 
arm was around me, just above my panties, I could feel his warm breath on 
the flesh that swelled above my bra, and I was suddenly intrigued by the 
thought of fucking my own father. I looked down at his lap. The swelling 
hard on said he was thinking of it, too. 

"He started to say something as I raised his face, realizing, I suppose, 
what I was going to do. 'Shhh,' I said. Then I kissed him. It was not a 
daughterly kiss. My fingers settled on the swell of his cock. Hard as steel! 

"Nora! ... Nora!' he moaned, his hands tearing at my panties and bra. He 
stripped me naked, lay me back on the bed, and together we peeled away his 
clothes. 

"That's the way we were-naked and fucking when, without knocking, Jodi and 
her father came into the room." 

Opportunity is, of course, a prime factor in any incestuous affair. It is 
doubtful that few such interludes are planned, at least on the first 
occurrence and it seems much more probable that they come about when 
circumstances create a highly sensual atmosphere. 

It seems reasonable to assume also that these circumstances are much more 
likely to occur in the household of a "swinging" family, as in the case of 
Nora, than in others. When a child is reared in an atmosphere of sexual 
"freedom," knowing that her parents engage in swapping or similar 
activities, she is certain to engage in mental speculation on the subject. 
Such speculation will lead to a certain amount of sexual stimulation, though 
she may not connect this arousal with incestuous desire. 

While it may be desirable, in many cases, for the child and the parent to 
engage in free discussion of sexual matters, it is also true that such 
discussion may instill in the child a feeling of sexual equality, thus 
weakening Freud's "barrier against incest." 

Is the case of Nora a rare example? Or is incestuous swapping a common 
practice among the growing cult of "swingers"? It is hard to say, but a 
recent study by Dr. James R. Smith, titled: Consenting Adults, offers some 
insight into the relationship between "swingers" and their children. In the 
book, one of the most comprehensive ever compiled on the subject, a young 
mother is quoted as saying: 

" ... Swinging aroused in me a new desire to teach my two sons that sex, all 
sex, is a healthy thing. I would readily accept it if they became 
'swingers'." 

The book quotes another couple as stating that "we would never hesitate to 
introduce our own children into the club, if, when they reach maturity, they 
express a desire to join." 

The family gathering at which Nora and her father met Jodi and Ken appears 
to be a recent development among couples who swap. It may prove to be a key 
factor in the creation of more frequent opportunity-and desire-to commit 
incest. 

In the early days of swapping, Doctor Smith reports, the parents carefully 
concealed their involvement in such activities. Recently, however, the 
tendency has been to be more open about the practice. Many of the larger 
groups, the book reports, now hold "social" gatherings, such as the one 
described by Nora, and these are open to children of all ages. 

The Sexual Freedom League, one of the largest of these groups, publishes a 
monthly newsletter. Though this is not the same group to which Nora's 
parents belonged, the club's Southern California Region Newsletter for 
October 15, 1968 describes a meeting similar to the one attended by Nora. 
The following is a direct quote from this newsletter: 

... Between 40 and 50 members showed up at C-and M-'s for a really 
heartwarming event. In addition to married and single couples there were 
quite a number of stag singles. But the happiest feature was that between 
fifteen and twenty of those present were children ranging in age from 
infants upward. 

Possibly because they were children from homes where the philosophy typical 
of the SFL prevails, they were relaxed, well-behaved, well-adjusted 
youngsters. The older kids took care of the youngsters ... taking the strain 
off the adults, who were thus free to enjoy the good food and stimulating 
conversation that abounded. 

... Now that the ball has started rolling, we shall probably have at least 
one big Family Circle affair each month. In the future an effort will be 
made to schedule the Sunday gathering on a weekend not following a Saturday 
night party; so even bigger turnouts can be expected. Nudity and sex 
activity will not, of course, be on the program. Thus it will be an ideal 
opportunity for new members or prospective members to come without 
trepidation or self-consciousness to see for themselves what sort of people 
SFL members are. 

Even though, as the letter states, "nudity and sex activity will not, of 
course, be on the schedule," it can be seen that such parties will surely 
expose the child to the attitudes of the "swingers," to a certain amount of 
sexual bantering, though it may be no more than verbal exchanges between the 
adults in attendance, and to a varying degree of sexual temptation. 

Are parents who encourage their own children to mingle with the type of 
person one would expect to meet at such a gathering to be considered 
perverts? Are they, perhaps, mentally disturbed? 

No-according to Dr. Gilbert Bartell, a young anthropologist on the faculty 
of Northern Illinois University, who has conducted massive research on the 
subject of swapping. After interviewing 204 couples during the course of his 
research, Dr. Bartell is quoted in The Sex Researchers as saying; "The chief 
characteristic which the 204 couples had in common was their inherent 
normality. They were average, even commonplace." 

In the case of Nora, the atmosphere and the opportunity for incest were 
created through a long, somewhat complicated sequence of events, it would 
seem. The first step was the family's acceptance of nudity, which later 
allowed the girl to feel no hesitance as she undressed before her 
father-even though she must have known he was sexually aroused. 

By discussing sex with her from an early age, then providing her with "the 
pill," Nora's father openly recognized her as a sexually developed woman, 
thus giving tacit approval to her open sexual acts. By admitting to her that 
he and his wife swapped with other couples, he may have removed himself from 
the sexual pedestal upon which children tend to mentally place their 
parents. 

When he actually gave his consent to her meeting with Ken, in exchange for 
his own interlude with Jodi-a move which, in effect, prostituted his own 
daughter-he probably removed the last block in the barrier against incest. 
He provided the atmosphere and the opportunity ... Incestuous desire may 
well have been building in Nora's subconscious long before the incident in 
the motel room. She may have chosen Ken as a substitute "father-image," 
mentally stimulated by the thought of her father consenting to their having 
intercourse. Her father's obvious interest in Jodi seems to have added to 
her arousal, as shown by her description of the meeting. In the depths of 
her mind, Nora may have decided to commit incest long before their arrival 
at the motel. 

When Nora says that her mother wanted sexual freedom only for herself, she 
reveals resentment and hostility that may also have contributed to her 
desire to commit incest. Jealousy toward a parent is often cited as a 
contributing factor in such relationship. 

The belief that Nora harbored the subconscious desire to engage in sexual 
relations with her father is strengthened by the fact that, at no time 
during her narrative did she express a desire to end the incestuous portion 
of the affair. She expressed no remorse; she mentions no feeling of guilt. 
The only time she mentions a desire for Ken, in fact, is when she tells of 
her desire to engage in sex with both men at the same time. 

Without probing deeply into the psyche of the man it is difficult to say 
what caused Nora's father to abandon the moral code which forbids sexual 
relations between father and daughter, but his consent to the meeting 
between Ken and his daughter may have been an overt expression of a 
subconscious desire to have relations with his daughter. And it is likely 
that this desire was one of long duration, and one of which he was totally 
unaware. 

This desire lies hidden in many, buried beneath the restraints of society, 
and it plays upon the child from birth. All affection, every touch, each 
gentle kiss will have a lasting effect upon the child. 

This is how Freud described that effect: 

A mother or father would probably be horrified to know that all their marks 
of affection were arousing the child's sexual instinct and preparing it for 
its later intensity. What we call affection will unfailingly show its 
effects one day on the genital zones as well. 

If the sexual development of a child is guided in such manner by the 
simplest expression of parental love, what, then, may be expected of a girl 
such as Nora, whose very life has been lived in an atmosphere of open 
sexuality? 

Let her tell us. 

"Jodi had lost her cherry to her own father, I learned the next morning. Ken 
first balled her when she was thirteen, and she told me about it as if it 
were the most natural thing in the world. They had been making it ever 
since, behind her mother's back, naturally, and that was why they hadn't 
hesitated to join us when they saw us in the sack. She laughed as she told 
me about it. 

"We were at the beach, where we had gone after breakfast, and we had the 
place entirely to ourselves. The two of us lay side by side on the big beach 
blanket, watching Daddy and Ken as they swam in the water, splashing and 
puffing like a couple of kids. I asked Jodi if Ken had let her swap before. 

"Sure,' she said, looking almost surprised. She rested herself on one elbow, 
watching me. 'It gives him a chance at some young cunt now and then-and it 
gives him an excuse to put the cock to me, if you get what I mean. Not that 
he needs an excuse. Not so far as I'm concerned, he don't. But he always 
likes to pretend it happens by accident. I guess that's the best way to 
describe it. Each time we do it, he says it's going to be the last-and I 
always know better. We make it too good together.' 

"With that she flopped back down on the blanket, leaving me to think about 
what she had said. I closed my eyes, letting the morning sun warm my face, 
and I turned it over in my mind. I wondered if Daddy had any misgivings 
about what we had done. Probably not, I decided. He had enjoyed it too much. 
And Ken? I was sure he had none. Even before my talk with Jodi, I had been 
sure of that. 

"As we had originally planned, I had spent the night with Ken; Daddy had 
slept with Jodi. Ken had been too exhausted to make it again, but he had 
held me in his arms, his hands on my breasts, his cock touching my buttocks, 
and he had stroked me until I was asleep. The last thing I could remember 
him saying, now that I think about it, was that he hoped my father was 
giving his little girl a good one. He seemed excited by the thought. 

"As for myself, I had no regrets whatsoever. I was glad it had taken the 
course it did, and I meant to keep it going. Ken was worth a try, of 
course-any man is-but Daddy was the one I wanted to please. As I made that 
admission to myself, I suddenly realized that it had been true for as long 
as I could remember. He was the one. He always had been. He always would be. 

"Suddenly my mind was flooded with memories of nights when I had remained 
awake and listened to the sounds that poured from the bedroom of my 
parent-the whispers and sighs and the small laughs-of people who are 
fucking-and I recalled the way I would squirm and touch myself beneath the 
blankets as I listened. And I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I 
had somehow been placing myself in their room, in their bed, in the arms of 
my father. I wondered, now, why I had waited so long to make it a reality. 
"And I had no intention of letting that reality slip from my grasp. Not now. 
I knew what they called it when you fuck your own flesh and blood, and I 
knew that Daddy was likely to feel guilty about it, to have some second 
thoughts about it, and that this first time might be our last. I decided not 
to let that happen. 

"It had to be so good-this weekend of balling that he would come back for 
more. And more. And more. And I had to make it that way. I knew how. There 
would be no rules-not for us. No one saying, 'Don't you go down on anyone,' 
as Mama had said. No rules at all. 

"I would, I decided, give him the things she couldn't ... or wouldn't. And I 
would begin right now. 

"Jodi sat up when I reached over to touch her arm. She had loosened the 
string that held the white top of her two-piece bathing suit in place, 
letting the skimpy covering slip low on her high, taut breasts, and I caught 
a glimpse of the brownish circle around her nipple. 'You ever fuck in the 
surf?' I asked her, grinning. 

"She smiled back at me, her teeth even and white against the tan of her 
face. 'Not yet,' she said. 'But if you're thinking what I think you're 
thinking, I have a feeling that's gonna change.' 

"Nothing to keep us from it,' I said. I pointed to a small grove of pines a 
few yards down the beach. Once behind that we would be hidden from anyone 
who might look out the rear of the motel. The beach itself was deserted for 
as far as we could see. I stood, then said, 'First girl in the water gets to 
choose her cock.' 

"Squealing and leaving the top of her bathing suit behind her on the beach 
Jodi leapt to her feet and was off in a flash. I let her get ahead of me, 
wanting to see which one she would choose. Her white little tits bobbed as 
she raced across the sand, covering the distance in long strides. She headed 
straight for my father. 

"He looked surprised as she splashed into the water before him, quickly 
throwing her arms around him and pressing her naked tits against his chest. 
He said something that was lost in the sound of the surf, laughed, kissed 
her, and laughed again. I went after Ken. 

"The water was icy cold. I felt the goose pimples cover my flesh as I rushed 
quickly into it, moving toward Jodi's father. He was standing in water that 
rose to his chest with each inward breaker, then fell to his thighs each 
time the waves retreated. I dove headfirst into an oncoming wave, then 
surfaced only inches away from him. 

"We reached out for each other. 

"He settled his hands beneath the cheeks of my ass, lifting me high in the 
chilling water that raced past my legs, and I slipped one arm around his 
neck. My tits, barely covered by the top of my flesh-colored swimsuit, 
flattened against his muscular chest. I kissed him. 

"There was the taste of salt on his lips, a taste that I let my tongue reach 
out to enjoy. As I rolled my tongue over the outside of his mouth, licking 
away the brine, I could feel his hands moving on my ass. They pulled my 
pelvis toward him, holding me so I could feel the hard bulge of cock at the 
front of his trunks, and then they swung me away. Then in again, closer 
still. 

"As the icy water rose high on our tight-pressed bodies, I slipped a hand 
inside his trunks. My hand fitted neatly around his prick. I held the 
hardened cylinder in my fist, thrilling to the contact, and I let my tongue 
slide deep inside his mouth. His hands found their way inside the bottom of 
my bathing suit. They moved more urgently on the globes of my ass now that 
there was no cloth to separate them from the smooth skin. The pounding of 
the surf grew louder. 

"Let's get back to the room, kid,' he said urgently, pulling away from me. 
His hands had slipped so low under my buttocks, trying to reach the rear of 
my cunt, that he had tugged. my suit low on my hips. I shook my head and 
nodded toward Daddy and Jodi, who were already moving toward the concealment 
offered by the grove of pines. Daddy had his arm around her shoulder, one 
hand cupping her naked tit. 'I want it here, on the sand, with the water 
pounding over us,' I said. 

"That's exactly where and how he gave it to me. 

"We followed Daddy and Jodi down the beach, walking with our arms around 
each other, our hips brushing. The arm he had around me was low on my waist, 
so that the could keep his hand beneath the wet bottom of my suit, and my 
buttocks rolled in his palm as we walked toward shallower water. He was 
breathing hard. 

"In front of us Jodi's lithe body swayed next to my father, her delightful 
little hips swinging with each step she took. A strip of white flesh showed 
beneath her tiny suit-the flesh of her ass that had gone untouched by the 
sun-and I found a strange pleasure in the knowledge that her little body 
would soon be sprawled beneath my father, fucking for all she was worth. I 
hoped she was a good fuck. 

"As we rounded the little curve that took us behind the grove of pines, Ken 
suddenly took me by the shoulders. His hands tugged at the top of my bathing 
suit, pulling the straps down over my shoulders. My breasts tingled as they 
were freed from the confining bra. They tingled even more as, looking me 
calmly in the eyes, he took one tit into each of his hands. He rubbed them 
with the palms of his hands. 

"You've got tits that were made for sucking,' he told me, then proceeded to 
do just that. Holding the mound of a breast in each hand, he bent to suck 
gently at my left nipple, then the right. My legs weakened beneath me. I 
tugged at the elastic of his trunks. 'And you've got a tool made for 
fucking,' I rhymed. The touch of my fingers caused him to lift his head. 

"We splashed down into the shallow water. 

"While I lay there with the icy water of the Pacific rushing up to 
fruitlessly attempt to douse the fire that was blazing between my thighs, he 
quickly stripped away his trunks and threw them on-the beach behind me. His 
cock was aimed at my slit as I lifted my ass to let him tug away the last 
covering of my cunt. He threw the flesh-colored material after his own 
trunks. Then he came after me. 

"The rough sand teased the tender flesh of my ass as I spread my legs wide 
to accept him. It was gritty beneath my back, and the cold water flooded in 
around us, fell away, then returned. Ken knelt between my legs. I watched 
his face as he slipped his hands beneath my ass, raising it from the sandy 
bottom and throwing all my weight on my shoulders. His eyes seemed vacant as 
he stared down at the cunt he was being offered. His mouth went slack. He 
ran his tongue over his lips as I squirmed beneath his stare, and he 
released one cheek of my ass long enough to reach down and stroke the hairy 
bush of my pussy, as if parting it for his cock. 

"Then he stuck it to me. 

"Just the head of it at first, just that rounded knob that opened the lips 
of my pussy and made me crave more of what he had to offer. He held it there 
for an eternity, swinging his hips slightly backward when I writhed 
frantically against the water-covered sand, desperately trying to shove 
myself onto the full shaft of his cock. Then he gave me more. 

"As a chilling wave came in to surround the lower half of my body, covering 
the ass he held raised in his hands, spreading up and over my waiting cunt, 
flowing over my belly and touching the bottoms of my naked tits, he gave me 
another inch, then another. I grabbed the backs of his thighs, trying to 
bring him all the way in. 

"And he came all the way in. Oh, how he came. Suddenly there was no more 
teasing, no more holding back. He released the cheeks of my ass, letting 
them fall once more onto the rough bottom, fell forward, clawing at my tits, 
and with a violent lunge buried his cock to the hilt. 

"That was the way he fucked-violently! With both hands squeezing my tits so 
that they ached with a delicious pain, his mouth over the rigid nipple of 
one and sucking hard, he flicked with driving strokes that rammed his prick 
so deep inside me it seemed to be thrusting against the inside of my 
stomach, then withdrew until my cunt was clinging only to his knob. The 
water ebbed and flowed around us, and his cock worked like a piston inside 
my cunt. I thought I could feel the water being forced from inside me with 
each entry of his cock, gushing between my thighs, but it may have been my 
imagination. 

"Imagination or not, he was giving me a good fuck. A fuck that made me claw 
at his wet hair with trembling fingers, holding, him to the pulsing nipple 
he was flogging with his tongue. A fuck that caused me to wrap my legs high 
around his back as I sought the leverage which would allow me to match the 
motions of my pelvis to the pumping of his hips. A fuck that caused me to 
burn, even in the coldness of the surrounding water. I hoped Daddy was 
getting the same. 

"Strange how the mind will wander at a time like that. And even stranger was 
the way I suddenly seemed outside my body, watching as Ken drove himself at 
me. Only it wasn't Ken who hovered above the girl in the surf. It was Daddy. 
And then I was back in my own body, writhing in the chill of the water, the 
heat of the fucking, and my mind had replaced Ken with Daddy. 

"He blurred above me. The blond hair darkened, became the hair of my father. 
His body thickened. It became more muscular. His cock, longer and slimmer 
than the cock of my father, seemed to grow thicker between the pulsating 
walls of my cunt. The sound of the surf was lost in the roaring that filled 
my brain. 

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!' I repeated over and over. My pelvis rose and fell, 
driving the mound of my cunt against the hard bony base of his prick, moving 
back on the rod of his cock and then swallowing him again. And then I came. 

"Lord! How I came! Time after time my cunt was shaken by the surging 
releases of my juice, each time more intense than the one before. And still 
I moved. And fucked. And clawed at his back. And begged and pleaded for 
more. Until with a hard ramming of his prick and a horribly sweet bite of my 
nipple, he gushed his warm sperm into me. I fell back onto the sand, my cunt 
filled with his juices, his fast-softening cock, and the waves that sought 
to wash them away. 

"Looks like our friends have decided to leave us all by ourselves,' Ken 
whispered into my ear. 

"I was so dazed by the intensity of my coming that I had hardly noticed it 
as he moved from between my legs. Still in something of a stupor, I rolled 
onto my side, then managed to make it to my knees. 

"My backside was coated with wet white sand; so were my thighs. I brushed it 
away as best I could, then struggled-to my feet and joined Ken. He said 
nothing as we dressed. But I saw him smiling faintly as he stared down at 
the indentations we had left in the white sand at the edge of the water. I 
smiled, too. As we left our hiding place behind the little grove of pines, 
the waves were already removing the last traces of our fucking. 

"Jodi's face was still flushed with excitement when we reached the motel. 
That was the first thing I noticed. She had retrieved the top of her suit, 
but she might as-well have left it. It was pulled too high on her breasts, 
leaving the white bottom flesh of her tits showing beneath the cups, and I 
wondered if she had returned to the motel like that. Probably, I decided. It 
was obvious that she still had the hots. 

"They were in our room, and Jodi was hanging around Daddy as if she owned 
him. She was sitting on the bed beside him, her hand very high up on his 
thigh, almost touching his crotch, and she was watching him with open 
adoration. There were traces of white sand on both their bodies, and as I 
watched she brushed a few grains from his back onto the red carpet of the 
floor. I left Ken and put my arm around Daddy's shoulder. 

"You saved a little of that peter for me, didn't you?' I asked, purring the 
words as I pressed my tits, covered by the damp bathing suit, against his 
arm. Jodi was on the other side of him, with her hand still close to his 
prick, and her eyes caught mine for a brief moment as I moved my hand down 
his side, onto his hard thigh, then onto the wet front of his trunks. He 
pulled my hand away. 'Give an old man a break, will you,' he said, standing. 
'I may not be able to get it up for another week.' 

"His tone said he was joking, but the joke fell flat on its rump. I looked 
at Jodi. 

"Her eyes had never-left my face, as though she were waiting for me to do 
something that was expected of me, and I found myself unable to turn away 
from her. My hand was on the bed, where it had settled when Daddy moved 
away, and I felt her touch it with her fingers. Her blue eyes seemed to 
blaze at me. A small pulse was pounding visibly in her slender neck. 

"We know how to get it up for them, don't we, Nora?' she whispered, moving 
closer on the bed. I knew what she meant. I knew that the women at the swap 
meetings would sometimes put on a show for their men. I knew what they did. 
I knew how they did it. I knew it would get the men back in a mood for 
fucking. And I knew I wanted to do it with Jodi. 

"Yes, we know how to do that,' I whispered. Excitement rushed through me as 
her hand brushed my inner thigh and she leaned forward, slowly it seemed, to 
kiss me on the lips. I put my arm around her. 

"As Jodi fell against me with all the weight of her slim little body, 
pressing me backward on the bed, I could hear the sound of the two men 
breathing. It was a harsh sound, an excited one. I opened my lips. 

"As her tongue snaked quickly into my mouth, hot, wet, and eager, she tugged 
the bra of my swimsuit upward over my tits-exactly as her father had 
done-and her body pried itself between my legs. I could feel her bathing 
suit rasping against my stiffening nipples. I tugged it up. Her little tits 
seemed to sink into the softness of my larger ones. Her nipples bored hot 
and deep into my flesh. Her hands were everywhere at once-and still we 
kissed. 

"Her lips and tongue were tangy with the taste of salt, and her body was 
squirming against the mound above my pussy, getting me hotter and hotter. My 
hands, with no thought or direction from me settled on her firm little tits, 
moved them for a moment against my own, and then began clawing at the bottom 
of her swimsuit. Her hands stripped me. 

In silence, as if we had planned it before, she turned herself so that she 
was kneeling above me one knee on each side of my head, her long hair 
hanging down to tease my thighs as she stared at my cunt, and her own little 
pink slit positioned above my face. 

"Then she went down on my cunt "Sixty-nine ... it was a very good year' I 
heard Ken say.' 

"Her lips touched me lightly at the upper edge of the dark hair of my cunt, 
bringing less reaction than I had expected. I was hot, but it was largely 
because of the knowledge that we were being watched. That, at least, was 
what I told myself. Then she kissed me in the center of my cunt-and I felt a 
new kind of heat. 

"Because she was a female, I guess, she knew all the right places, the 
places that will drive you out of your mind. As I stared up at her 
widespread little cunt, inches above my face, her tongue lanced in and out 
of my gash, touching the hood around my clit the clit itself, licking over 
my outer lips. I put my hands on the smooth little orbs of her ass and urged 
her closer to my face. I was ready to give as good as I was getting. 

"Her pussy, as it moved to meet my lips with such slowness that it seemed a 
dream, looked like a flower covered with the dew of early morning. The pink 
lips glistened. They were the petals. The fine blonde hair around her slit 
was coated with white brine from .her swim in the ocean, and that was the 
autumn foliage that surrounded the flower. Like a bee, after pollen, so I 
went after my first taste of cunt. The brine-coated hair of her slit was 
rough against my tongue as I forced my way into her gash. I could taste the 
salt. I could taste a sweetness. I imagined that I could taste the come of 
my father. As I found the hard little button of her clitoris and slowly 
licked it with a back and forth darting of my tongue, she shifted her body 
so that her wiggling rear settled fully on my face, and I felt her capture 
my own clitoris softly between her lips. 

"We sucked at one another with perfect rhythm. 

"With each stroke of her tongue across my clit, I lifted my ass high from 
the groaning bed, trying for more; and each time my lips pulled at her clit, 
her cunt would press downward against my face. We were perfectly tuned. My 
body was taut as a bowstring. My face was wet with the juices of her cunt. 
My tits were throbbing dully. My cunt was flexing under her expert 
caresses-and then ... she moved away. 

"She was gone from-above me, from between the vee of my legs, so quickly 
that I had no chance to stop her. Gone-and replaced by Daddy. Daddy, who was 
naked now. Daddy, who was moving between my legs, his prick hard and ready 
as he slipped a hand beneath my rear and lifted it high. Daddy, whose body 
felt hard as a rock when I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, 
reaching for him with both hands as I eagerly awaited the thrusting of his 
cock. Daddy, who seemed to come to me through a blue fog of desire. 

"You got it up again, baby,' he said in the voice of a stranger, and I was 
dimly aware that Ken and Jodi were leaving through the door that led to 
their adjoining room. 'You really got it up.' And I pulled him into my arms 
just as I felt my cunt being spread by the knob at the end of his thick 
cock. We began to fuck. 

"He was better than Ken. Better than Jodi. Better than any boy I had ever 
known. He was Daddy, and he was mine. As I sighed my contentment there on 
the bed of that motel, letting my body move in the flowing motions of a 
woman who is being fucked, and holding him so that he was nestled against 
the soft cushions of my tits, I knew we had something that would never end. 

"And that's the way it has been. The weekend ended, as all good things must, 
but Mama was none the wiser. And there have been other sessions with Ken and 
Jodi, just as there have been other couples to take their place. 

"And each time it happens, each time we swing, I can't help but smile as I 
recall the words Jodi said that first time in the motel by the beach. 

"Your father for mine?'" 

And so a pattern is formed-a pattern of incest. And it is a pattern that, 
according to Nora, will continue until it is disrupted by discovery or a 
disastrous pregnancy. 

It is interesting to note that Jodi and her father, according to this latter 
part of Nora's narrative, had engaged in previous incestuous swapping, a 
fact which may indicate that this practice is more common than is generally 
thought. 

Interesting, too, is Nora's description of the pseudo lesbian act which she 
and Jodi used to renew the sexual energies of their fathers, an act which 
seems imitative of adult swappers. It is accepted as fact by most 
researchers that such displays of lesbian acts are most often used to 
stimulate the males in attendance, with true homosexual desire being present 
in only a small percentage of the women. 

But incest is not limited to those who engage in swapping ... as we shall 
see in the next case. 

 CHAPTER TWO: My Daddy, My Sister ... and Me 

"You can damned well believe what you like which is exactly what you are 
going to do anyhow-but the idea of fucking my own father-or should I say 
being fucked by him?-was a thought that had never occurred to me. Not until 
after it had happened. And by then it made no difference. Not really. Once 
done, it was done, and despite our words of remorse, I think both of us knew 
it was likely to happen again ... and again. As I said, it really made no 
difference. Not after it had happened that first time. It is all too true 
that a girl can never be unfucked, and that a second trip to the well is 
much easier than the first. The second trip to the well of sex is also much 
more enjoyable. 

"But that first trip is one that will be in my memory for as long as I live, 
etched there in exquisite detail. Maybe it was clumsy and accidental, and 
maybe it should never have happened at all. But it was that first time that 
led to all the others, all the nights in Daddy's arms-so, how could I 
possibly forget? 

"I was sixteen at the time. A wise sixteen, I guess. A girl grows up quick 
when she has to, and the head on crash that had killed my mother a week 
after my fifteenth birthday had left me little choice in the matter. Someone 
had to take care of the house, of Terri, my little sister, who was a scrawny 
kid at the time, and of Daddy. Most of all, someone had to care for Daddy. 

"Have you ever seen a strong man go to pieces? Disintegrate right before 
your eyes? If you have, then you'll have some idea of what happened to my 
father. He had loved her terribly, I suppose, and he just couldn't seem to 
accept the fact she was gone. He'd spend hours when he seemed unaware of 
what was happening around him. He began drinking heavily, something he had 
never done, and he let his appearance simply go to hell. 

"He never left the house. He would go for days without shaving; and the 
small real estate company he owned was fast coming apart at the seams. He 
refused to worry about it. There were days when he wouldn't even accept 
calls from his salesmen or his office manager. 

"So it was left up to me to hold the family together. As I said, a girl 
grows up quick when she has no choice. Daddy just nodded dully when I told 
him I was dropping out of school. He seldom said anything in those days. 

"The relationship between the three of us changed completely after that. 
Maybe it was because I was doing all the work of running the household-the 
shopping, the cooking, all of it-but Terri seemed to lose all the 
smart-alecky ways of a little sister. She did what she was told, without 
argument. She spoke to me in a new tone of voice. She began to treat me like 
... well, like I was her mother. 

"Daddy changed, too. As he gradually came out of the stupor that had claimed 
him after the death of my mother, I saw that he was no longer treating me as 
a child; he was treating me as a woman, as his equal in every way. It was a 
long time before I realized I had somehow taken the place of my mother in 
his mind. He treated me in a whole different way. 

"It was shortly after he had returned to work at his office that I began to 
realize just how fully I had taken her place. I was standing at the sink in 
the kitchen, finishing his evening meal, when he came home. He slipped his 
arm around my waist, pecked me on the cheek, then said, 'Lord, Dolly, that 
smells good.' 

"He patted me twice on the rump, then walked away. 

"God! How many times had I witnessed that scene between him and my mother? A 
million times? Two million? 

"Dolly' had been his pet name for my mother. He used it only when he was in 
a good humor, and it startled me to hear him call me that; then, too, he had 
touched me on the ass with his hand. I could feel that touch for a long time 
afterward. It was then, I suppose, that I first began to think of him as a 
total man, as one who needed a woman to share his bed. Maybe not a woman he 
could love, but one who would at least be able to give him the pussy a man, 
any man, needs. I began to wonder if he was getting any. I hoped he was. A 
man needs that. 

"I had no idea, then, that I would be the woman to give him the cunt he 
needed. 

"Or that he would be the man who would give me the only thing I really 
missed since leaving school: the thrill of hot necking, the tingling 
sensation I had always felt when I had allowed some eager boy to paw my 
tits, my cunt, the even greater pleasure of occasionally going all the way 
for the unsurpassed joy of a good fuck. 

"There were times I missed that so much I couldn't stand it; times when I 
would start thinking about the boys who never came around any more and I 
would get so horny my legs would actually start to tremble. I'd think about 
the few who had actually got it in my cunt, and I'd wonder which of the 
girls they were balling now. I'd sometimes try to picture them fucking the 
different girls I knew. That only made it worse. 

"Thinking about it at night was worst of all. In the darkness of my room, 
with no sounds to disturb my thoughts, the vision would become so real that 
I would actually feel the touch of fingers on my nipples, causing them to 
swell, and I would feel hot breath in my ears, on my neck. And I would solve 
that problem the only way I knew. 

"Always with a feeling of shame, and a promise that this time would be the 
last, absolutely the last I would throw aside the blankets, spread my 
thighs, and go to work on my own cunt. My mind would fill with fantasy. The 
fingers that tugged at my nipples were not my own; they were the fingers of 
a male, any male. And the pressure against the mound of my cunt was the 
pressure of a hard groin, steadily driving cock deep inside me. I would hold 
onto these fantasies until, at last, moaning, writhing with the desperate 
need for a good fuck, I would come. Then I would hate myself for breaking my 
promise. 

"It was on a bad night such as that-a night that followed a day when my 
thoughts had continually returned to visions of myself spread beneath some 
eager young stud, his prick driving away my needs-that I was first fucked by 
my father. Nights were better after that. 

"I was in my bedroom undressing in front of the mirror when I first heard 
Daddy call out in his sleep. His bedroom was next to mine, and I listened 
for his voice again. Nothing, so I looked back into the mirror. 

"You do without tonight, you old whore,' I said, half-joking with my 
reflection in the mirror. I was wearing only my panties and my bra, and my 
reflection smiled back in a way that said she was going to get hers, whether 
I liked it or not. I suddenly realized that, without thinking about it, I 
had slipped my hands beneath my tits, squeezing them through the cups of my 
bra. 'Damn you!' I said to my reflection. It was a ritual I often followed; 
my reflection always won. 

"They were nice tits, though, I told myself as I fingered them through the 
bra. Heavy and full, like my mother's had been. My hips go with them. But 
there the resemblance ends. My hair is darker than her blonde hair had been, 
and as I stood before the mirror, I could see that the dark patch around my 
cunt showed clearly through my panties; a few stray tendrils curled from 
beneath the elastic at my thighs. I slipped one hand beneath the waistband, 
moving toward my pussy. 

"You win again, you bitch,' I said, my voice trembling as my fingers touched 
the crisp hair of my cunt. In a moment, I would turn out the lights, then 
finger-fuck myself until I was able to sleep. 

"Then I heard Daddy's voice again. It was louder this time, almost a cry, 
and it was full of pain. Thinking he was sick or hurt, I ran to his room. 
Not until I was beside his bed did I realize that he was repeating the word 
'Dolly' over and over again. 

"In the light that streamed through the open door, I could see he was crying 
in his sleep. The tears streamed down his face. He wore only his shorts; his 
bare chest heaved with his crying. At the center of his shorts, I could see 
... I remember scolding myself for daring to think about that. 'I need you, 
Dolly!' he cried suddenly, and I knelt quickly beside him. 

"I'm here, Daddy. I'm here,' I whispered, touching my fingers gently to his 
forehead. His face was hot. His arm suddenly whipped around my shoulder, 
pulling me to him, and I knew he was dreaming he was holding my mother. My 
tits were pressed tight against his chest, his hand was moving on my bare 
back. 'It's all right, Daddy,' I said in that same low whisper, and then his 
eyes suddenly blinked open. 

"For just a moment there ... I thought,' he said, stumbling over the words. 
He didn't finish the sentence. His arm left my shoulder, his hand brushing 
across my ass, accidentally, I suppose, as it dropped away from me, and then 
he began to weep, openly, unashamedly. I moved onto the bed, sitting close 
to his naked leg, and I held his face against my breasts. I could feel his 
tears on the bare flesh above my bra. 

"I know what you thought, Daddy,' I told him. I stroked the back of his head 
with my fingers. 'You thought it was Mommy. Oh God, Daddy, I wish there was 
something I could do.' I was crying inside too. 

"He lifted his face from my breasts. 'You're done more than any girl could 
do, Brenda,' he said. 'I should be grateful. It's just that the nights get 
so ... ' His voice trailed away. 

"So lonesome?' I said, finishing his sentence for him. I recall thinking 
that I was lonesome too but in a different sort of way. I hugged him 
tightly, then said, what you need is a good cry, and a good shoulder to have 
it on. And I'm going to see you have both. I'm going to spend the night 
right here.' "Before he could say anything to that, I stood and walked to 
the door. It was then, as I stood there in the light from the hallway, 
dressed only in my bra and panties, ready to push the door closed, that he 
spoke the words which, I think, changed everything. 

"You shouldn't be sleeping with me, you know' he said in a voice that was 
suddenly changed. 'You're a woman now, all woman. You ... ' 

"I closed the door. 'Don't be silly. I'm your daughter, aren't I?' I said, 
crossing the room and slipping into bed beside him. But his words had made 
me all too aware of the fact that I was a woman; they had reminded me of my 
near-nakedness, of the horniness I thought I had left in my own room. They 
had driven home the fact that he was a very desirable man, though he was my 
own father. 

"I was suddenly aware of the coarse hair of his legs against the smooth 
flesh of my own, aware of the hard muscles of his body so close to me, and I 
remembered, suddenly and vividly, the way I had noticed the swell of his 
prick against his shorts as I had entered the room. I tried to stop myself, 
I swear I did, but I felt my cunt getting hot, the blood rushing to the tips 
of my tits. He must have known all this. 

"I think you'd better kiss me goodnight, then go to your own room,' he said, 
his voice thick. I nodded my head in the darkness, then moved to do as he 
said. Our lips touched lightly. 

"And, all of a sudden, the two of us found there was no turning back. 

"Looking back, I honestly don't know when the kiss changed. Or who changed 
it, if you're looking for someone to blame. One moment, I was half out of 
bed, touching my lips to his in a daughterly kiss fully intending to leave, 
and the next moment was something entirely different. 

"My mouth was open and so was his, our tongues touching wildly, and I had 
dropped my full weight down on him?' As he felt my bra-covered tits against 
his chest, his arm went around my back, squeezing the breath from me. I felt 
his dick go hard beneath my belly. 

"Slipping my hands beneath his head and holding him so our mouths were 
locked together, I slithered downward on the bed. I stopped with my legs 
spread wide, straddling him so that his rigid prick was beneath my crotch. 
Only a little cloth separated us. I ground my cunt against him, pressing 
down with all my strength. 

"He reacted as a man can be expected to react. As my fingers roved crazily 
over his chest and face, and my tongue darted in and out of his mouth, I 
felt his fingers slip beneath my panties, at the back, and then his hands 
were squeezing the cheeks of my ass. I spread my knees wide, and the fingers 
of one hand followed the crack of my ass downward until they discovered the 
tuft of hair at the back of my cunt. I raised my ass until the fingers were 
touching the trembling lips of my cunt. He slipped a finger inside it. I 
nearly came. 

"With one quick movement of both my hands, I grasped the bottom of my bra 
and yanked it upward. I let myself enjoy the way his hairy chest teased my 
rigid nipples for just a moment, then, ending the kiss and cupping my hand 
beneath my right tit, I thrust my knocker toward his mouth. It had been too 
long since my nipple had been inside a warm, sucking mouth. 

"Suck my tits till I can't stand any more!' I pleaded shrilly, then bit my 
lip as he sucked my erected nipple between his lips. He drew it deep into 
his mouth. I felt him nip it with his teeth. My free hand slipped between 
our bodies, inside his shorts, found the hard shaft of his cock. I squeezed 
and stroked it at the same time, and his mouth moved from nipple to sweetly 
aching nipple, sucking my titties deeper into his mouth with each change. 

"Bite them for me,' I moaned from deep in my throat. 'Not hard. But bite 
them! Oh, Daddy ... Bite them! Bite them! Bite them! Oh, Daddy, Daddy, 
Daddy!' the words poured out of me-and it was then he seemed to realize, for 
the first time, what we were doing. 

"Time stood still. 

"We can't ... you know we can't do this, Brenda,' he said finally, a 
stricken look on his face. His hands were still on my ass, one finger in my 
cunt. I said nothing. 

"I can't fuck ... can't make love to my own daughter,' he said in anguish, 
but still his hands remained on my ass. I held tight to the hot shaft of his 
prick, saying nothing. When the words came, they came without me having to 
give it a second though. 

"Why can't you fuck me?' I asked. 'I've been fucked before, and not by 
anybody I've loved. I love you. You love me. You need me. So why can't we 
fuck?' And as I glued my mouth to his once more, sucking as I sought his 
tongue, I pulled his cock completely free of his shorts. I felt him tugging 
my panties down over my hips. 

"The talking was done, it was time to fuck. 

"We clawed one another out of what little clothing we wore, and our hands 
were exploring as we did it. He seemed awed by my eagerness, thinking, I 
guess, like all fathers think, that his daughter knew nothing about fucking. 
And I was awed, too-by the size of his prick. 

"For one brief instant, as he lay naked and ready, I found myself comparing 
his cock to the puny tools of the boys I had known. That was the difference. 
They were boys; he was a man. His cock was at least four inches longer than 
any I had ever seen, much thicker, and his balls were heavy between his 
legs. I mounted him quickly; fucking with my guy beneath me has always been 
one of my favorite ways. 

"As I straddled him and reached down with one hand to grab his cock and 
guide it toward the eager lips of my cunt, he reached up to fill his hands 
with my tits. His hands felt rough against my nipples, rough in a way that I 
loved. 

"I had one knee on each side of his body, my cunt poised above him. Slowly I 
lowered myself onto the head of his prick. My insides screamed as the lips 
of my pussy were spread by the head of it. I gave myself more. But not too 
much. I paused, savoring the delicious feel of having my cunt spread farther 
than it had ever been before. His hands tightened on the globes of my tits, 
his hips lurched upward, and his cock was deep inside me. I put my hands on 
his chest and leaned forward, and he stroked the tits that dangled beneath 
me. 

"I could feel the warmth of his cock against the walls of my pussy, could 
feel it pressing against the hood of my clit, and I closed my eyes and began 
raising and lowering myself so that my movements matched exactly the speed 
with which he was stroking my tits. He moaned something I couldn't 
understand, then lifted his hips until his cock was totally sheathed by my 
cunt. I tasted blood on my lips. 

"There was a dull roaring in my ears; an electric tingling grew somewhere 
inside my cunt, sparked by his upward thrusting prick, and it spread through 
my body like fire. His hands worked my tits, kneading them like dough. My 
hips pumped faster and faster; so did his. I could feel my cunt convulsing 
around his rod. 

"Throwing myself forward and locking my mouth to his, my tongue forcing its 
way between his lips, I pinned his head back against the pillow and 
frantically began to pump my hips up and down. His hands found the cheeks of 
my ass. While they guided the up and down movement of my cunt, and his hips 
pumped beneath me with a matching speed, bringing me closer and closer to 
the moment of coming, his mouth sucked steadily at the tongue I offered. 
Fireworks flashed before my eyes. 

"I began to come-in a series of delectable little explosions inside my pussy 
that seemed to last an .eternity, ending only when I had felt and taken into 
my cunt the great hot gush of come that finally erupted from him. Finally, 
reluctantly, I rolled away and lay beside him, sweating, my breasts touching 
his side, my hand on his cock. 

"It was the best I've ever had-absolutely the best,' I said, and he said 
nothing. I kissed his neck. 'Was I good for you?' I asked. He looked at me 
for a long time, then said, 'You'd better go to your room, Brenda.' 

"We spent a couple of weeks feeling guilty. He avoided me, seldom spoke. I 
was bothered for a while by what we had done, but not for long. The longer I 
thought about it, the ... well, the more right it seemed. 

"The second time around was no accident, not by any means. I thought about 
it. I planned it. And, when it happened, I loved it. 

"And so did he. 

"I went to him that night dressed in the sexiest thing I owned, a sheer 
black nightie that ended less than three inches below my cunt and was so 
transparent that it might as well have been a cloud of smoke. I was naked 
beneath it. My nipples, hard and swollen in anticipation, were clearly 
visible. So was the triangular patch of hair around my cunt. I could feel 
and hear the tiny crackle of static electricity set up by the nylon moving 
against my naked body as I walked from my room to his. A light shone from 
beneath his door. 

"He sat up on the bed and dropped the book he had been reading when I came 
into the room. I deliberately rolled my hips as I walked toward him. His 
eyes were locked on the juncture of my thighs. His lips were trembling. Heat 
seemed to reach out from his eyes, through my nightie, and into my cunt that 
was already screaming with need for him. His arms went around my waist. 

"Oh, God, Dolly, I need you. I hate myself for it, but I need you,' he 
whimpered, pulling me close to the bed and pressing his face against my 
belly. As he began kissing me through the thin material, I felt his hands 
move to the backs of my legs and begin working their way up my thighs. They 
went beneath my gown. I felt my knees turn to jelly as his big hands found 
the cheeks of my ass. He rolled off the bed, into a kneeling position on the 
floor in front of me. 

"Put one foot up on the bed,' he said, using one hand to guide me and 
kissing the inside of my thigh when I followed his instructions. I had 
already realized he was going to eat my cunt. I put my hands on his 
shoulders to give myself balance. He said, 'Dolly ... Dolly Dimples ... with 
dimples beside her cunt,' and then he kissed me once on each thigh, so 
delightfully close to the lips of my pussy that. I felt sure I would faint. 
Then he kissed the pussy itself. 

"One boy had gone down on my cunt, in the back seat of a car, but it had 
been a clumsy attempt and was nothing compared to that first gentle touch of 
my father's lips to my cunt. Gentle is the best way to describe it, yet it 
sent violent waves of desire through my body. He kissed me again. Then 
again. In my cunt. My feverish, feverish cunt. 

"The way I was standing, with my legs spread wide and one foot on the bed, 
my knee lifted and bent was awkward but it was also the perfect position ' 
for what he was doing. My upraised leg had caused the nightie to slither 
above my pussy, with some help from his hands, and my gash was spread so 
wide that his kisses touched spots that might otherwise have been hidden. My 
hips swung easily forward to meet his caresses. My nails dug into his bare 
shoulders. His breath burnt the naked flesh of my inner thighs. I closed my 
eyes. 

"As my cunt was suddenly set ablaze by a prick-like darting of his tongue, a 
darting that touched my outer cunt-lips roughly but gently then moved across 
my clitoris, I cried out in passion and wiggled my pelvis against his face. 
His fingers tightened on the soft flesh of my ass. His mouth made a sucking 
noise, and I felt my clit being drawn between his lips. He sucked steadily 
on the pulsing little button, spat it out, gave it another prolonged 
sucking. My hands had found his ears. I held him tight against my cunt. My 
hips churned. And still his lips and tongue tortured my clitoris. Sucking 
and licking. Drawing my soul out through the slit of my pussy. I felt I 
couldn't hold out for long. 

"I came into his mouth with a scream of release. And came again, and kept 
coming until I could actually feel the wet juices streaming down my thighs 
in warm rivulets. I fell backward, onto the bed, my legs spread wide, my 
tits heaving beneath my gown, my voice pleading for his cock. 

"He slipped quickly out of his shorts-the only thing he'd had on when I 
arrived and came at me like a madman. My legs were hanging over the side of 
the bed and, as I raised my ass to accept him, he threw my gown up over my 
tits, slipped one hand under my buttocks, and hooked his other arm under my 
upper thigh. He forced my knee upward until it was touching the naked sphere 
of my tit. I threw my arms around his neck as I felt the first plunge of his 
cock. 

"As his prick slid easily into my cunt that was already moistened by his 
licking and by the juice of my coming, he kissed me hard on the mouth. His 
face was sticky. I tasted a tang on his lips and tongue, and I remember 
thinking that it was the taste of my own cunt, the stickiness of my own 
come. Somehow, that thought was exciting. 

"Because of the way he had my leg bent, my ass lifted, and because of his 
weight upon me, I was barely able to shift my pelvis and match the stroking 
of his cock. And fast stroking it was. He drove his prick at me furiously, 
banging me so hard and so fast that I could occasionally feel the slap of 
his balls against the underside of my ass. The friction on my clitoris grew 
stronger, better. I sucked hard at his tongue, and soon I was coming again 
endlessly, it seemed. 

"With a heavy moan and a terrific, straining thrust of his cock, he spewed 
hotly inside my cunt. Then another gush, weaker. A spurt I could barely 
feel. He fell sweating across me, his softening cock against my leg. I spent 
the night in his arms. 

"He told me later that 'Dolly Dimples' had been a code word between him and 
my mother, the joking way he would let her know he was going to go down on 
her, and that he began calling her that because of the dimples she'd had on 
her inner thighs-where he had kissed me. When he told me that, I knew that 
the two of us had started what was going to be a permanent affair. 

"We were discreet about it, of course. Although I spent most nights in his 
room, I was always in my own bed when morning came. That was because of 
Terri-and only because of her. With that single exception, I totally assumed 
the place of my mother. I was a wife to my father in everything but name. 

"But kids have big eyes. I don't know exactly when Terri caught on to the 
fact that we were screwing one another, but it was probably about the time 
she reached thirteen. She was almost a woman at that age. 

"Her breasts were swelling into rounded little peaks, her hips were 
beginning to flare outward, and already the boys were after her like dogs in 
heat, and I was pretty sure she was turning more than one of them on to a 
little of her cunt. Finally, when she began staying out later and later at 
night, I decided to have a talk with her. I asked her where she went at 
night. 

"Out fucking,' she said in a defiant tone that was almost comical coming 
from a girl so young. Then she added the words that stunned me completely. 
'Just because you get your cock at home doesn't mean we all can!' 

"She was headed for a fall, and I knew it. Easy pussy is always headed in 
that direction. That started me thinking. 

"I thought about the good years I'd had with Daddy; all the nights of 
fucking and sucking until we were exhausted. The things he'd taught me; the 
way he'd put me back on the pill so I wouldn't get pregnant. And had begun 
thinking about my future. There was a Job I had been offered in New York 
through a friend of Daddy's, and it was far better than I could hope to do 
in our hick town. I'd turned it down because of Dad; I didn't want him to be 
alone. 

"And I thought about Terri getting pregnant by some tomcat of a boy, maybe 
in some gang shag, where she would never even know which one did it. And I 
thought of how she would have it with Daddy. I pictured them together, 
arousing myself, I admit, and I made my decision. 

"Terri, my little sister, could take my place in the bed of my father. 

"I would take her there myself." 

It may very well be that Brenda's incestuous interlude with her father can 
be more easily understood by the reader if we first analyze the things she 
omitted from her narrative, rather than concentrating our attention on what 
she said. People often avoid what they wish to conceal. 

Her mother is dismissed, in Brenda's recollections of her incestuous affair, 
so lightly that one cannot help but conclude that the relationship between 
the two was less than close. There is no mention of love for her mother. 
There is no expression or grief. At no time is her mother even physically 
described, except In comparison to Brenda herself. 

At no time does Brenda dwell on the events which occurred prior to the death 
of her mother. It is as though life began for her at the moment of her 
mother's demise. The tone of her narrative clearly indicates she was eager 
to assume the parental role within the family structure, cooking, cleaning, 
shopping, caring for her younger sister ... and providing a sexual outlet 
for her father. 

While this last desire may have been totally contained in Brenda's 
subconscious until the moment of first release, it is interesting to note 
that, at no time, did she fight the temptation to commit incest. Although 
she describes the first sexual contact with her father as "accidental," 
there probably existed, prior to this time, a desire to receive what her 
subconscious saw as payment for the other burdens that had been thrust upon 
her. Sexual intercourse is, after all, too often treated as a reward within 
our society. 

Her eagerness to fully assume the role of "wife" to her father is a clear 
indication that there existed within her mind a need to compete with her 
mother, and that this need probably existed long before the events which 
provided her the opportunity to assume the role she subconsciously longed 
for. 

While she attempts to describe her father as a "strong man, who went to 
pieces" due to circumstances beyond his control, her narrative clearly shows 
that he was anything but strong. It seems very likely that she is describing 
the man she wanted him to be. 

While the subject of this case history makes only the briefest reference 
possible to any feelings of guilt, it is interesting to note that she dwells 
at some length on the feelings of guilt and self-loathing caused by her 
masturbation. This is especially true when one considers the fact that the 
taboo against masturbation is now almost non-existent; it is widely known, 
conceded and accepted that masturbation is a common sexual outlet. The fact 
that she did feel guilt because of her masturbation shows that Brenda had 
been raised to respect certain moral codes, however incorrect and out-dated 
they may have been, despite the fact that she was obviously somewhat 
sexually experienced before she entered into the sexual relationship with 
her father. 

The strength of Brenda's incestuous desire was expressed by the 
aggressiveness shown by her during the first "accidental" sexual interlude 
with her father. Her assumption of the dominant "female on top" position for 
the actual sex act was probably prompted by this strong and previously 
unexpressed desire. It was certainly encouraged by the weakness shown by her 
father. 

Here we have seen a classic example of the destruction of the family 
structure which Freud felt was the foundation of the barrier against incest. 
Children traditionally look to the father for strength, for the provision of 
food and comfort, and for protection. And, without knowing it, children look 
to the father for affection that is very much akin to sexual love. Freud was 
aware of this last when he wrote: 

"Children themselves behave from an early age as though their dependence on 
the people looking after them were in the nature of sexual love. Anxiety in 
children is nothing more than an expression of the fact that they are 
feeling the loss of the person they love." 

When Brenda's father succumbed totally to his grief, thus losing the image 
of the strong father who provides and protects, he opened the way for her to 
express these hidden feelings of sexual love. 

The actions of Brenda's father, following the death of his wife, seem to 
bear out the following theory from the writings of Freud: 

" ... an adult who has become neurotic owing to his libido being unsatisfied 
behaves in his anxiety like a child; he begins to be frightened when he is 
alone, that is to say when he is taken away from someone of whose love he 
had felt secure, and he begins to assuage this fear by the most childish 
measures, casting about for another object of love ... often a sexual 
object." 

Long-running incestuous relationships such as the one between Brenda and her 
father are probably a rarity. Due to the closeness of most families within 
the structure of our society the opportunity for such a relationship is 
seldom present. The presence of other family members prevents such an 
arrangement, or, at least, discourages it. 

Such an arrangement would quickly be discovered within a total family unit; 
and it is probably for this reason that most incestuous relationships-be 
they between daughter and father, brother and sister or between mother and 
son-are usually one time occurrences, or, at the most, brief affairs. That 
is to say, they are more likely to be quite like the "accidental" sexual 
contact which Brenda described, though hers was only a beginning. 

These brief sexual involvements between members of the same family occur 
when both opportunity and arousal rear their heads in unison-as mentioned 
previously-and, for various reasons, including moral restrictions and the 
always present chance of discovery, seldom lead to prolonged affairs. 
Brenda's case was totally different. 

With no mother present to represent the chance of discovery, and having 
severed other social contacts, she was free to develop her own moral code, 
to continue the affair with her father as a small part of the barrier 
against incest-a reminder that she was, after all, her father's daughter, 
not his wife. Brenda's incestuous relationship with her father may well have 
been a major reason for the sexual promiscuity of Terri, the younger sister. 

"Kids have big eyes," as Brenda put it, and the knowledge that her father 
was regularly having intercourse with his own daughter, Terri's older 
sister, is certain to have contributed heavily to the destruction of any 
moral code the young girl may have been taught or developed on her own ... 
Any taboo against casual intercourse, for instance, would surely seem 
ridiculous to a child who knows that those who seek to impose it are acting 
in violation of the strongest taboo of all-the taboo against incest. 

"Do as I say, not 'as I do," is seldom a good philosophy by which to rear a 
child. And so the stage was set for Terri's entry into the world of incest. 
She was aware that Brenda and her father were regularly engaged in coitus: 
she was already past the age of first sexual experience, and Brenda had 
decided to introduce her to the bed of her father. 

There are few statistics available regarding the frequency of what is 
probably best described as "multiple incest." That term is used in reference 
to a situation where incest, once begun, is repeated within the family. It 
does seem safe to assume, however, that the barrier against incest, once it 
has fallen, will never again be erected, and that a father who has passed 
the barrier with one daughter will find the barrier no longer exists when he 
is provided the opportunity to repeat the act with another. 

In any case, Brenda had reached her decision. 

"Christ, you're raunchy tonight,' Daddy said as I knelt beside him on the 
bed, teasing his cock and balls with my fingers, getting ready to take his 
cock in my mouth and suck him off. He knew that I had to be really horny 
before I would blow him without being asked, or at least encouraged, and I 
was going after his cock like a dog goes after a bone. And his cock-hot and 
rigid inside the moving circle of my fingers-was a pretty good bone to be 
going after. As I bent low and fitted my lips around the smooth head of it, 
I heard him say, in a teasing voice, 'What's gotten into you to make you so 
eager tonight?' 

"That's the problem,' I said, turning my head so that the smooth tip of his 
prick was resting against my cheek and I was smiling into his face. 
'Nothing's gotten into me yet ... And it never will unless you stop talking 
and let me get down to the business of sucking this dick.' 

"Suck away, Dolly,' he said as I stuck out my tongue then, turning my head, 
slowly licked a circle around the purplish head of his tool. I. heard him 
exhale loudly, and he shifted his hips on the rumpled sheets. 

"Holding his cock in the grasp of my right hand and slowly and steadily and 
methodically licking the upper inches of it, I pressed the index finger of 
my left hand deep into the yielding, wrinkled and hair-covered flesh that 
covered his nuts. I heard him moan. But it was a moan of pleasure, I knew I 
had long ago learned that he liked a tiny bit of pain with his sex, 
especially when his cock was being sucked. I liked to give him that 
pain-especially when I was horny. 

"And I was certainly horny tonight! 

"My case of the hot pants had started earlier in the evening, when I'd 
finally, bluntly and openly, suggested to Terri that she could try fucking 
Daddy herself, if she was really so jealous about the whole thing. Her 
reactions surprised me, and. left me so hot between the legs I'd been able 
to think of nothing else for the rest of the day. 

"Would you ... would the two of you really let me go to bed with you?' she'd 
asked almost shyly ... and although that may not have been exactly what 
she'd meant, the rest of my day had been filled with visions of the three of 
us in a tangle of naked flesh. 

"Rub your nipples against the head of it, the way that almost makes me 
unload,' Daddy pleaded. His hands slipped between my naked thighs, one 
stroking me there the other rubbing my cunt, as I raised my mouth from the 
head of his cock. It glistened wetly. 

"I crouched over him with my tits hanging beneath me. I used my hand to 
guide his cock so that it brushed my stiffened nipples, first one, then the 
other. His fingers slipped inside my cunt, and I felt the same excitement I 
always feel when I know that the cock being teased by the touch of my 
nipples will soon be inside my cunt ... stroking me, pumping at me, flooding 
me with come. I thought of Terri and wondered if the simple touch of her 
young tits against his cock would bring him this close to coming. Probably. 
Her tits were becoming quite beautiful. 

"How about between the tits, Dolly?' he asked in a coarse whisper. His eyes 
were closed, and I smiled as I realized that was one way he wouldn't be able 
to put it to Terri. Not for a while. Not until her tits got a little bigger. 
I placed a long, loving kiss on the head of his cock, then rolled onto my 
back. 

"As he mounted me and lay his cock in the deep cleft between my tits, the 
head of it pointing straight at my face, his knees on the bed close to my 
armpits, I rested my arms across his hard thighs and used my hands to press 
the soft flesh of my tits inward against his prick. He braced his hands 
above my head and smiled down at me. His cock moved in the valley of flesh 
that surrounded it. Slowly at first, and not a very long stroke, then 
faster. The hair of his balls tickled my skin pleasingly. A long stroke 
brought the head of his cock close to my mouth. 

"Raising my head from the pillow and straining upward, I captured the head 
of his cock in the soft oval of my lips. He shoved it deeper, withdrew the 
slightest bit, then thrust it at me Once more. All I was able to reach was 
the head and perhaps another inch, but it was enough; as he strained to 
supply me with more of his cock, my hands were working at my tits in a way 
that caused the valley of flesh around the staff of his cock to open and 
close; it was tight against his cock on one stroke, on the next he was left 
free to ram it toward my waiting and eager mouth. 

"As he began driving his prick faster and faster between the artificial cunt 
formed by the combination of my tits and mouth, I found my legs flexing in a 
mirror-like reflection of the motion my hands were performing on my breasts. 
They scissored open, closed, and opened again, each movement added to the 
heat of my cunt. I released one tit. 

"Reaching somehow around his body I flattened my spread fingers on the hard 
little mound above my cunt and, as Daddy moaned and drove his prick in and 
out of my mouth with strokes that were increasingly faster and more urgent, 
I applied exquisite pressure to my pussy. My ass lifted and moved in tiny 
circles. 

"My fingers parted the lips of my cunt, found the hard little clitoris, and 
went to work on it. My pelvis settled into the motions of fucking, and my 
back arched upward from the bed as I brought myself to a tremendous climax. 
Daddy must have sensed my excitement ... 

"He pushed himself forward almost violently, his body shifting so much that 
I could feel his hairy balls dangling down between my tits, his inner thighs 
touching the outside curves of them. The suddenness of it caused his cock to 
slip from my mouth, and the first spurt of his come erupted against the side 
of my face, warm against my cheek, sticky droplets of it spraying into my 
hair, my eyebrow, onto my forehead ... 

"He reached down quickly and inserted his prick into my open mouth, spraying 
great, hot globules of come across my face as he did so. As I sucked hard on 
his limbering prick, feeling my cheeks hollow from the suction, I could feel 
the warm overflow of come that trickled out of my mouth, across my lower 
lip, and onto my chin where it joined his previous ejaculation. He stayed 
above me until I had sucked his cock back to softness. 

"Later that night, after he had fucked away the horniness that had plagued 
me all day, I began dropping the hints about Terri. When I told him I was 
sure she was being screwed by somebody, a look of astonishment crossed his 
handsome face. 

"She's just a kid,' he said. I smiled, lewdly, I suppose, then said, 'Have 
you looked at her lately? That kid is one hot little number.' 

"His expression told me that he had, indeed, been looking at her; and a few 
days later, days that were filled with increasingly broad hints about Terri, 
hints that brought no objection from him, I knew he was ready. 

"We went to him on a Friday night. 

"Terri was nervous as I led her into the room, my hand resting gently on the 
slight indentation of her waist. I felt a slight tremor course through her 
slender young body. She looked at Daddy, lying on the big double bed, 
wearing nothing but his shorts, and then her big innocent eyes were once 
again looking questioningly into mine. I heard her take a deep breath. She 
wanted to run, I knew, but she also wanted to stay. 

"She wanted to stay ... and be fucked, just as we had planned. 

"Daddy looked surprised, but both of us-me and him-knew that he was 
pretending. For weeks I had hinted that I wanted to bring my little sister 
to bed with us, and he had made no objection. He had not openly agreed, but 
he had made no objection. 

"And now she was here. 

"He raised himself up on one elbow, as if he were startled to see her there, 
but there was no way he could mask the desire that was in his eyes. It 
seemed to flash in the dark pupils. His tongue flicked out to dampen the 
thin line of his lips, and I could see that his cock was already hard and 
pressing against the front of his shorts. I closed the door behind us. 

"She knows about us. She's known for a long time,' I said as I crossed the 
room toward him. Before he could reply, I bent down and kissed him on the 
mouth, my hand going to the front of his shorts. I gave his cock a squeeze, 
then ended the kiss and turned to take a good look at my little sister. 

"She was enough to stiffen the cock of any man. Slim, even for a girl of 
thirteen, but slim in a way that was a promise of delightful things to come. 
The sheer green nylon of the short little gown that ended very high up on 
her smoothly tanned young thighs revealed the rounded little apples of her 
tits. She wore no bra-as her titties were only now approaching the stage 
when she would need one-and the little nipples were seen as darker circles 
at the dome of each breast. 

"At the center of her transparent bikini panties was a hint of 
darkness-perhaps it was made by the hair that was beginning to sprout around 
her cunt, perhaps it was not-and on the insides of her thighs showed a flash 
of white, the end of her tan. Her eyes watching the floor, a nervous hand 
touching her long blonde hair, she shuffled from one foot to the other until 
I motioned for her to join us on the bed. 

"My hand was still squeezing the wonderful hardness of Daddy's prick through 
the cotton shorts as, entranced by the exquisite beauty of her tempting 
young body, I watched her timidly make her way across the room. Her bare 
feet padded softly on the wooden floor. I felt a warm wetness building in my 
cunt. 

"Baby, you don't have to do this,' I heard Daddy whisper in a voice so thick 
that the words seemed to run together. I was sitting with my lip pressed 
against his naked thigh, with only the thin material of my dress between us, 
and I felt his muscles tighten into knots. Then Terri was there. 

"I want to do it, Daddy,' she said, her lower lip trembling and her voice 
breaking. She seemed ready to cry. 'I love you. I love you just like Brenda 
does ... and I ... ' Sobbing, she threw herself into his arms. 

"I slipped my hand from between their bodies, watching as she pressed her 
face against his naked shoulder, her body shaking. She was sprawled between 
his legs, her little belly over the swelling cock I had just released, and 
she had slipped her hands beneath his shoulders. She gave a small whimper, 
then, like a swimmer diving into freezing water, she slithered upward and 
locked her lips to his. 

"Time seemed frozen. Then, slowly, as if he had fought and lost a battle, 
his hands began stroking her body. They moved slowly down across her 
shoulders, in to the small of her back, onto the cheeks of her rounded 
little ass, and they paused there. They flexed on her pretty ass, playing 
with the yielding flesh. She wiggled between his legs. 

"Her gown had worked its way up above her rump-or maybe he had tugged it 
there-and now his hands began to ease her panties down, revealing her 
delightful little ass. It was untanned, very white in comparison to the tan 
of her legs. I was standing now, my legs feeling very weak, and I watched 
his fingers probe at the little cleft between her buttocks. I saw the pink 
flesh of her pussy for an instant as her ass lifted in reaction to the 
caresses of his hands, and then his wrist was blocking my view. 

"A moan escaped his lips as her small hand shot between their bodies, 
finding his prick, and then he rolled her over. Her panties were stretched 
tight between her thighs. Her pussy was a pink slit framed by a pale golden 
fuzz. Her eyes were very big in her childish face. Violently he jerked her 
panties off, then threw them on the floor. 

"As he moved to a kneeling position between the legs she had spread wide in 
readiness-his big cock now standing erect through the opening of his 
shorts-I felt my breath catch in my throat. My knees shook when Terri 
reached up to grasp his prick. She whispered something I couldn't hear 
through the buzzing that filled my brain, and then she began to tug at his 
shorts. He was out of them in an instant. 

"As he flung himself on top of her, his mouth locking on hers, one hand 
squeezing at her tit while the other slipped beneath the cheeks of her ass, 
she once again grasped his prick and struggled to guide it home. I began to 
undress. 

"I felt a searing flame rush upward from my cunt as he gave a powerful 
thrust downward, plunging his cock deep into her eager little pussy, and the 
soft moan that escaped her lips was not a childish cry-it was the sound of a 
woman being fucked. She was no cherry, not by along shot, and her purring 
alone was proof enough of how much she loved a good fucking. 

"By the time I had stripped myself bare, Daddy had settled into a steady 
stroke that carried his cock deep into her upraised cunt, then he withdrew 
it until only the head remained between the changing lips. Her heels were 
dug into the bed, her body arched into a bow, and I could clearly see the 
union of their bodies. Ready to come, just from the excitement of watching, 
I joined them on the bed. I knelt beside them, purposely letting my tits 
hang down so that the nipples brushed against the moving back of my father, 
and I began to stroke him with one hand. Across his hard and hairy ass. 
Lightly, down into the crack of his ass. Between his legs. Feeling the 
firmness of his balls, holding them and feeling them move as he fucked. 
Without moving from between Terri's legs, he raised himself and threw his 
arm around me, pulling me to him. We kissed. 

"Terri's leg, raised and bent at the knee, was between us, and it felt 
silken and soft as it moved against my belly and my cunt. I could hear her 
breathing heavily as she writhed against the cock that was piercing her, and 
I found myself reaching down to stroke her tit. 

"The perfect little tit felt delightfully rigid through the thin nylon, and 
the hardened nipple seemed to burn my stroking palm. I had meant to hold 
off-to let Terri have a good fucking before I got my own-but that was 
forgotten now. I needed some. And I went after it. 

"Terri was going to have to share that cock. 

"Let her sit on your cock, Daddy,' I said, pulling away from the two of 
them. He smiled, knowing what I was going to suggest, and slipped his cock 
free. I stroked his hard shaft, wet with the juices of their fucking, 
released it as he rolled onto his back, and said, 'If I have to wait for my 
cock, I'll need some tongue to keep me going.' And I quickly moved to 
straddle his face. 

"Even as my knees were sinking into the mattress and I was lowering my ass 
and cunt down over his face, I felt him reach up eagerly to grasp my thighs, 
pulling me down. I closed my eyes as I felt the first licking of his warm, 
wet tongue, a licking that began at the front of my cunt and ended when it 
had reached far back into the crack of my ass. When I opened my eyes-an 
eternity later it seemed-Terri was facing me, kneeling, one leg on each side 
of his body, getting ready to lower herself onto the rigid prick she grasped 
in her trembling fingers. The gown had been cast aside. She was totally 
naked. 

"As she let herself slowly down onto that beautiful cock, I could actually 
see the pink little lips of her pussy spread wide to accept it. Her face 
looked dazed. Her eyes were glassy, her-lips slack. As Daddy's tongue licked 
deep into my cunt, I found myself reaching out to stroke the base of his 
cock, the hard flatness of his belly. His tongue licked faster. 

"I could feel it moving hungrily back and forth between the lips of my 
pussy, stretching out to stroke at my clitoris, probing deep into my vagina. 
My hips pumped back and forth as if I were fucking, and he kept his head 
high between my thighs, licking and sucking whatever he could reach. A red 
haze seemed to fill the air between me and Terri. 

"She was moving herself in tight little circles above his pumping hips, and 
I could see her little cunt opening and closing like a flower as his cock 
slid in and out of her. I leaned forward, far forward, bracing one hand on 
each side of Daddy, and very gently placed my lips on Terri's delectable 
tit. It tasted sweet, clean. She put one hand on each side of my face, 
holding me there, and the bed groaned loudly as she began frantically 
pumping her hips above the cock that was in her. 

"I sucked her rigid little nipple between my lips; nipped it once with my 
teeth, and then lifted a hand to her shoulder and pushed her backward. I 
knew she was ready to come; I knew Daddy was ready to come, and I wanted in 
on the action. 

"It was exactly like doing the sixty-nine, except that the cock I leaned 
forward to lick was partially covered by an almost hairless little pussy 
that weaved and bobbed before my eyes. With Terri leaning far back and 
bracing herself on her hands, I was able to touch my lips and tongue to the 
base of his prick, the. crisp hair of his pubis, and my new position let him 
do a better job on my cunt. Better and better. Faster and deeper. Faster. 
Licking the right spots ... Faster! ... I began to come. 

"The wet heat inside my cunt built like a volcano. Suddenly, it erupted. I 
pressed my quivering cunt down tight against his face, moving it, and I 
trembled as he greedily sucked the juice that flowed from inside me. And 
then the two of them followed suit. 

"I can't ... I can't ... I can't!' Terri cried incoherently, thrusting her 
cunt down to meet the powerful throb of his hips, leaving no room for me. 
They strained against one another, groin to groin, trembling as they came. 
Terri slumped backward. As If in slow motion, I watched his prick slide free 
from the quivering lips of her pussy, saw his prick release one last silvery 
spurt of semen, and watched her collapse onto her back, their legs tangled 
together, his hairy balls were almost touching her little cunt. 

"His prick was wet and shining with the juices of their fuck, and a few 
pearls of come had beaded in the black curls of hair above his cock. I 
licked them up, tasting the familiar saltiness of his come, and I put my 
hand around his cock. It was fast going soft. 

"I can't go again, Brenda,' he said from between my thighs, and I felt his 
hands drop away from my body, felt his hair brush against my naked legs as 
he lowered his face from my cunt. 'I couldn't fuck again if my life depended 
on it. Not now.' But I had already thought of a surprise for him. 

"The surprise lay spread before my eyes-pink and coral and tempting, 
surrounded by a shimmering halo of pale golden fuzz, with here and there a 
sparkling diamond of his come. Terri's cunt. 

"Without really thinking about it I had decided to eat her cunt. 

"You've got two daughters for lovers now, remember?' I reminded him in a 
voice that was more teasing than serious. Then, because I knew that he would 
be more easily aroused if he could watch what I was about to do, I shifted 
my body over so that I lay with my cunt near his face-my tits against his 
side, my face very close to his prick and his nuts-and very close to the 
open pussy of my little sister. We were ready. 

"As I took his sticky, limber prick in one hand and his balls in the other, 
leaning down so close that I knew he would be able to feel the touch of my 
breath, I kept my eyes on the delicious little box that lay between Terri's 
thighs. Though she was beginning to come out of the stupor that always 
claims a woman after she has been flicked, her slim legs were still draped 
over his, her gash in front of my face. 

"I lifted his cock and fitted the sticky flesh into my mouth, tasting the 
sweet-salty-tasteless come that coated his prick, and I heard Terri's breath 
rattle in her throat, and I squeezed his balls until I felt his shaft begin 
to swell slightly inside my mouth, and then I released him ... and went 
after my little sister. 

"Daddy slipped away from us as I used my hands to lift Terri's ass from the 
bed, and I knew then that he had clearly understood what I wanted to do and 
I knew what he would do. 

"Her fine little pelvis seemed to twitch as I lifted her butt and draped her 
thighs over my shoulders and for a moment I was afraid she would try to 
pull' away. Then I kissed the center of her pussy and her reaction told me 
that was the last thing on her mind. Her fingers clawed painfully-but 
pleasingly, oh, so pleasingly!-into the back of my neck, trying to draw my 
face into her sopping little pussy, and her thighs trembled against my 
shoulders. I resisted her. 

"Hold your pussy open, Terri, so. I can see It, I said and it was all I 
could do to whisper the words. I shifted myself into a kneeling position, 
using my shoulders to raise her ass so high that she was resting fully on 
her own. I watched in breathless silence as she reached down with two 
fingers and pulled apart the tempting lips of her tight little cunt. It was 
gorgeous. As she spread it wide before my eyes, revealing the inner flesh 
that was slightly darker than the pink lips-slightly puckered from fucking-a 
trickle of come was released from inside her. I went after it like a cat 
goes after cream. I felt Daddy coming after me. 

"In the same instant that I clasped my mouth tight over her dripping little 
pussy, sucking hard as I sought the delicious come she had drained from his 
cock, I felt his hand reach beneath me to grasp my tit. I felt a hand swipe 
upward between my legs, stroking my pussy; and I felt my flesh being spread 
wide by the head of a cock. In other words ... I felt wonderful. 

"I was near the edge of the bed, with my ass raised high in the air, and 
that allowed him to fuck me while standing. Let me tell you, there is no 
better way. Add that to the cloudy white come Terri was serving from the 
priceless cup of her pussy and you will see that I was getting the best of 
everything ... from two people I loved. Cunt and cock. The best of them 
both. 

"In front of me, squirming in reaction to the darting of my tongue, the 
delicate sucking of my mouth, was a pussy that any woman would envy and any 
man would desire. It seemed to flex around my stroking tongue; it seemed to 
struggle to draw me deeper into its tasty flesh. And behind me, behind me 
... behind me!! 

"His heavy cock pumped steadily in and out of my cunt, spreading me wider 
than he had ever done, reaching deeper than any prick I had ever known, 
exciting my throbbing clit beyond imagination. I could feel the hair at the 
base of his cock teasing the sensitive flesh of my ass with each inward 
thrust he made, and I could feel the lips of my cunt being drawn outward 
each time he withdrew. For the second time that evening, I was getting ready 
to come. Terri beat me to it. 

"Her thighs tightened spasmodically around my neck, she almost smothered me 
as she used both hands to hold me tight against her cunt, and her clit went 
prick-hard between my lips. Her cunt was slack and wet. 

"Hot come exploded deep inside my gash, spurting from the cock of my father, 
at exactly the same second I felt myself reach a coming that was one for the 
books. For just a moment he held me like that, letting me writhe on the end 
of his dick, and then we collapsed across the bed. Daddy fell between us, 
and it was. a long time before I could find the energy to raise my head and 
look at my sister. She looked exhausted, satiated. I winked at her. 

"I had made a wise decision. Daddy would need someone when I was gone. Terri 
would be that someone. She would love him, as I had done. She would care for 
him, as I had done. She would fuck him, as I had done. A wise decision. One 
I was sure I would never regret." 

A wise decision? One she would never regret? In view of the existing moral 
code in our society, that conclusion on the part of Brenda seems highly 
premature. For, even if the incestuous relationship between the father and 
his younger daughter should avoid discovery-as was the status of the affair 
at the time this case-study was made-Brenda is certain to be forever 
affected by the knowledge that she has not only violated the strictest of 
our moral taboos but that she must also bear the responsibility for whatever 
tragedy may befall Terri as the result of this situation. 

Though Brenda deliberately avoids any expression of feelings of guilt, it 
may well be that the introduction of her younger sister into the incestuous 
affair was simply a method of easing the pangs of guilt that must surely 
have been present. An act-any act-becomes more acceptable to the human mind 
when it is known that others are so engaged. The burden of guilt becomes 
lighter when it is shared. 

In these previous pages we have seen a case where the daughter was clearly 
the aggressor in the incest and one where the parties involved have thus far 
escaped the consequences of their actions. Many do not escape these 
consequences so easily, however, and many females do not yield so easily to 
the hidden, but natural, incestuous desires. 

 CHAPTER THREE: A Present From Daddy 

"Mom says I'm a damned fool. My case-worker, Miss Taylor, says the same 
thing, only she says it in words that I only half understand, words that're 
supposed to show how damned educated she is, I guess. 

"Whenever Mom comes to visit me here at Juvenile Center, it's the same old 
line of shit. First, she puts on her bawling act, complete with the bit 
where she slobbers all over my neck and pats my shoulders raw, and then she 
says, 'Why don't you tell the truth?' You might as well tell the truth. You 
think I don't know that man?' 

"Miss Taylor is worse. The titless old bitch always sniffs through that 
horse nose of hers and comes on with something like, 'Your total lack of 
co-operation shall be difficult to justify to my superiors, Melody. Why not 
mitigate your situation by divulging the truth?' 

"Fuck her! Fuck them both! How can they know the truth about what happened 
when I don't even know the truth myself? How? 

"That's what I've been trying to do-get the truth together in my own mind; 
the real truth, not the truth everybody seems to want to hear. I've been 
thinking on it for weeks, trying to find an answer to that question: Who is 
to blame? 

"It would be easy enough to blame it all on the old man. A dead cinch, as a 
matter of fact. That's all they want to hear. All I'd have to do would be 
start bawling, then come up with some shit like, 'He told me we were going 
to wrestle, then, next thing I knew, he had ... he had his thing in me!' and 
they'd all pat me and say, 'Poor, poor child!' Fuck them! It wasn't that way 
at all. 

"Maybe the old man was to blame the first time it happened. I guess there's 
no way you can excuse rape, especially the rape of your own daughter. But 
it's a fact that if I'd known then what I know now, the whole thing would 
never have happened. How many broads have said that, I wonder. 

"I was twelve years old, cherry, and dumb as they happen. I mean, I knew 
from nothing. I knew I got that funny little ache in my pussy sometimes, and 
I knew it got worse when I rubbed it, and I knew it finally went away if I 
rubbed it enough, and that was the extent of my knowledge about sex. A real 
brain. 

"I knew that boys were beginning to give me a new kind of look since my 
boobs had started to grow into hard little knobs that ached almost all the 
time, but I can honestly say I didn't connect those looks-{}r even the few 
sneak feels I can recall with anything like fucking. I was pretty dense in 
those days. 

"It never entered my empty little head that the new curves that were forming 
on my body-a new roundness on the under-curves of my butt, a slight flare to 
my hips, slightly more padding on my thighs-had much to do with the new way 
the old man was treating me, either. I knew he'd changed somehow; that was 
all. 

"He'd always made a big thing out of wrestling around with me, tickling me 
and all that, and all that had suddenly stopped. Instead, I'd sometimes turn 
around to find him watching me in the same kind of way the boys at school 
did, looking at my ass and long legs in that way that'd cause that warm 
feeling inside me. Mom had noticed those looks too, I realize now, because 
more than once I saw her glaring at him. I heard them yelling their heads 
off at one another about it another night, and I remember wondering why my 
own father wasn't supposed to look at me. That fight ended like all the 
rest. She stomped out of the house, headed for her sister's place, where she 
always went when she was pissed, and the old man proceeded to get drunk. 
Which was what he always did when he was pissed at her. 

"It was on a night like that that my old man copped my cherry. 

"He'd come home early from the docks where he worked as a stevedore, and, 
out of the clear blue sky, he'd handed me a present. I squealed with delight 
when J opened the box and found a green knit minidress, the sharpest I'd 
ever seen. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. 

"Go put it on, baby. That's what it's for,' he said, untangling my arms from 
around his neck. I rushed into the bedroom. It was perfect for me-except it 
was a little small. The green went well with my long red hair, though, and 
it almost matched the color of my eyes, so it made no difference that it 
ended so high up on my thighs. I was just going to have to be careful about 
bending over. 

"How do I look?' I asked, going back into the kitchen and posing with my 
arms above my head. He smiled sort of funny as, he said, 'You look good 
enough to eat. Yep-good enough to eat.' 

"It's the prettiest dress I've ever seen,' I squealed, then rushed excitedly 
across the tiny kitchen and threw myself into his lap, kissing him. I felt I 
had the best father in the whole world. He was raising a can of beer to his 
lips as I jumped on his lap, and some of it spilt on the front of his blue 
shirt. 'Hey, careful,' he said, laughing. 'I can't afford new clothes for 
myself.' 

"As he looked down at the dark stain spreading wetly across the front of his 
shirt, I noticed that strange look spread across his face-the same look I 
had seen the times I'd turned to catch him looking at my butt. It was a 
hungry look. 

"Following the downward gaze of his eyes, I 'saw that the short skirt was 
tugged up so high that part of my white panties were showing. He had slipped 
his arm around my shoulder, and I was suddenly aware that his fingers were 
touching the bottom of my tittie. His touch caused a dull throbbing in my 
nipples. And under my round little rump, in his lap, I felt something new. 
His peter was getting hard, Even though I'd never actually seen a hard on, 
I'd heard enough talk among the girls at school to know that was what he was 
getting. 

"And that was when Mom walked into the room. 

"For a moment she just stood in the doorway looking like she was going to 
have some kind of attack, then she stomped across the room and slapped 
me-hard! 'You get to your room, you little slut!' she yelled, then turned 
and started screaming at the old man. Crying, I did as I was told. 

"She went on yelling at him for what seemed like hours. Through the door of 
my bedroom I could hear her accusing him of feeling me up, of trying to make 
a whore of his own daughter, and lots of other things I didn't really 
understand. I found myself wondering why a good-looking guy like my father 
had married a bitch like her. She wasn't even pretty. 

"You ain't foolin' me one bit! I know what you're up to,' she yelled at long 
last, then stomped, her way out of the house, slamming doors behind her, off 
to her sister's. I came out of my room. 

"The old man put the booze away faster that night than I'd ever seen him 
drink it before. He was soused inside of two hours. I sat in the kitchen 
with him, drinking coke and trying to joke him out of the bad mood he was 
in, and it was in the kitchen that it started. 

"I was putting an empty bottle in the cabinet beneath the sink, bending far 
forward at the waist, when. I felt-I could really feel them-his eyes 
watching me from behind. As I looked around and saw him staring at me, I 
remembered what I'd told myself about being careful about bending over. Of 
course, I told myself, it didn't really matter that my bending had caused 
the short dress to lift so high in the back that my butt was waving like a 
flag. Not with my own father, it didn't. What the hell, how was I supposed 
to know that my old man was having the hots for me? 

"Then I saw the look on his face and was reminded of the way his peter had 
gone hard as I sat on his lap, the way his fingers had touched my tittie, 
and the warm feeling it'd caused in my pussy, and I knew It did matter. I 
felt myself blushing hotly. 

"What're you thinkin' of?' he asked thickly 'Thinkin' of how your mother 
accused me of playing with your knockers?' 

"Were you?' I don't know why I asked that. 

"So what if I was?' he said loudly. He was giving me the strangest look I'd 
ever seen. 'Ain't a man gotta right to touch his own daughter? Well ain't 
he?' 

"I guess so.' 

"Well, then, come here,' he commanded, and his dark eyes seem to be daring 
me to defy him. As I walked across the narrow space that separated us, I 
could fell his eyes on my boobs, on the roll of my still girlish belly. I 
stopped in front of him. He put his big hands in the small of my back. 
'Ain't nothin' wrong with a man wantin' to touch his pretty little girl, is 
there? I felt his hands move down onto my rump. He squeezed me. 

"No ... I guess not,' I said nervously. There was something wrong with the 
way his hands were sliding down the backs of my legs. There was something 
wrong with the way he licked his lips and stared at my titties instead of 
looking me in the eyes. He pulled me down on his lap, one arm circling my 
waist. 

"Even if I did want to touch you on the titties, Melody, what'd be wrong 
with that,' he asked, and through the woven material of the dress I felt his 
big hand move slowly upward until it rested on the firm little knob of my 
tittie. His other hand stroked my thigh. Beneath me I once again felt the 
hardness of his peter, and I was suddenly aware that what was happening was 
wrong ... totally wrong. 

"Of course, we can't ever let nobody know about what happens between us. 
'Specially not the old lady. Not nobody.' His hand was cruelly tight on my 
tittie; the fingers of his other hand were rubbing the bottom of my belly, 
closer and closer to my pussy. 'Just our little secret,' he said. 

"I squirmed on his lap. My eyes were closed. His voice droned on telling me 
of the fun we'd have together from now on, and his hands moved over my 
titties, my tummy, and finally, beneath my dress. As I felt his fingers 
press against the front of my panties rubbing the nylon against the hard 
little lips of my pussy, I suddenly began struggling to get off his lap. He 
held me there easily. 

"The feel of his fingers against my pussy both excited and frightened me. It 
excited me in a way that seemed to cause my pussy to tingle as if it were 
filled with pins and needles. I felt my panties getting damp; felt his lips 
against the smooth flesh of my throat. I was warm all over. But there was 
also fear inside me. 

"What if Mom walked in and caught us? What was going to happen next? Was 
this all there was to screwing-just playing with each other? Or ... ? It was 
the unknown that frightened me more than anything, I think. But I wanted 
that good feeling in my pussy to go on forever. 

"I'll rub and kiss my little girl's pussy whenever she wants it rubbed or 
kissed,' he said thickly into the hollow of my throat, and his hands bunched 
my dress around my waist. The crotch of my panties was pushed aside by his 
thick fingers, and he was stroking the sparse red fuzz around my pussy, and 
I was shaking ... from fear and from something I couldn't understand. I 
wanted him to stop. But it felt so good. So ... right. 

"I guess I made it easy for him to slip my panties off. 

"Put your hand on my cock, Melody,' he said, and as he moved my butt 
slightly away from the center of his lap and sought to guide my hand to the 
stiff peter there, I realized for the first time that he had unzipped his 
pants. 

"In fascination I stared down at the prick to which he had guided my hand. 
It looked huge. My fingers looked very white and very tiny against its 
slightly brownish skin, and the head of it was a strange purplish color. It 
was warm in my hand. Almost like a child with a new toy, I found myself 
exploring the workings of this recently discovered treasure. The smooth 
outer skin of it slipped easily up and down over the hard central core as my 
fingers sought out its secrets; the feel of it within my hand was strangely 
pleasant. My father suddenly grabbed the back of my head, turned my face 
toward his, and crushed my lips in a brutal kiss. 

"The feeling was even better now. His tongue was in my mouth. I sucked it. 
His finger had slipped inside the narrow pink slit of my pussy. I opened my 
thighs wide for him. His finger moved faster. I could taste the booze on his 
breath, but it was somehow made pleasant by what he was doing between my 
legs. He was fingering my pussy the same way I fingered it whenever the warm 
feeling got to be too much. I knew that before long the warm feeling would 
turn into a sizzle, then go away and be replaced by that wonderful feeling I 
got whenever I fingered myself. And my fingers moved on his peter. I recall 
thinking that I'd do that to him until he did whatever it is that men do, 
and that it would be over. That's how much I knew. 

"We'll go in the bedroom to fuck,' he said suddenly. He lifted me easily off 
his lap and stood up, weaving slightly. 'Bet you ain't never had a prick 
that size rammed up you, huh, Melody?' he said thickly, grinning down at the 
big peter I still clasped in my hand. 

"It was then that I really knew fear. 

"It may sound unbelievable-but until that moment I'd had no idea that he 
meant to put it in me, or even that that was how fucking was done. I felt my 
knees shaking. I stepped away from him, releasing his peter. It was 
impossible. That big thing would split me wide open. My pussy was just a 
little slit that felt good when touched-I had no idea how deep-and a stab of 
that big peter would surely kill me. 

"In terror I ran toward my bedroom. He caught me at the door. 

"Why, you cock-teasing little bitch!'-he shouted as his fingers dug into my 
shoulder. He was behind me and his arm circled my neck, holding me against 
him. 'Think you're gonna play that game on me, huh?' He forced me into the 
semi-dark bedroom. 'Think you can play cock-teasing games on your old man, 
huh? Like hell, you can!' He threw me across the bed. 

"I didn't know,' I said stupidly. It was the first thing that popped into my 
mind. He laughed crazily as he flung himself on top of me. 

"Didn't know, my ass!' He was crushing me. 'Think I ain't seen you wiggling 
your ass for anybody who wants to watch? Think I don't know you're puttin' 
that pussy on any boy with the balls to ask?' He put one hand on my cunt, 
his other hand seized both my wrists and pinned them to the bed, above my 
head. 

"Ain't none of them can give you a cock like this one, though,' he panted. 
He was between my legs and I struggled desperately as I felt his tremendous 
peter brush against my thigh. He held me with little trouble. I felt hard 
flesh touch my pussy. I tried to squirm away. 

"There was a brief sensation of pleasure as I felt the outer lips of my 
pussy being parted by the smoothly rounded knob that I knew was the tip of 
his peter and then ... the most excruciating pain I have ever known! I felt 
myself being torn apart, just as I'd feared. Searing fire raced through the 
inside of my pussy. Blood pounded at my temples. Lights flashed before my 
eyes. I tried to scream, but he had his mouth pressed to mine, kissing me. 
The smell of his breath was making me sick to my stomach. He moved inside 
me. 

"The rod of his peter was reaching deeper and deeper into my pussy with each 
movement of his hips, burning me as if it were a white-hot poker, and I 
could feel a warm and sticky fluid seeping out of my slit, onto my thighs, 
over my butt. Blood. He didn't notice. 

"I could feel the walls-of my pussy rubbing smoothly against the slippery 
stem of his peter as his driving rod pried them wider and wider, and the 
pain turned into a dull ache that pulsated in time to the drive of his hips. 
He released my wrists. 

"Nothin' takes the fight outta you like a good piece of cock, does it?' He 
grabbed my legs and raised them high. Once again he kissed me. His peter 
moved faster inside me. His breath came faster. 

"The pain inside me was being replaced by something else. Not pleasure, 
exactly, but by a feeling of warmness. A feeling of doing something that is 
natural and easy. I suddenly realized that my hips had lifted and were 
making crazy little figure eights. On their own. Daddy's breath came in 
great gasps. He bucked and heaved above me. Then, with a great shove that 
completely buried his peter in me, he gave a loud cry and fell on top of me. 
I felt the steady pumping of a warm liquid inside my pussy. It seemed to 
ease the ache. 

"Mom never knew about that night. I at least had sense enough to wash the 
blood from the sheets before she saw them, and though she may have sensed 
something was wrong by the funny way the old man acted during the next few 
days, I'm sure it never occurred to her that he'd actually fucked me. She 
probably knew he wanted to. That was all. 

"The old man, when he sobered up, was all sorrow and remorse. 'I was drunk, 
kid, and it'll never happen again,' he said. And, 'Just don't tell the old 
lady, huh, kid? It won't happen no more-I promise!' 

"Of course, I didn't tell, and for weeks, whenever Mom wasn't around, all I 
heard was that whining promise. 

"He broke that promise less than two years later. 

"I was in my bedroom, dressed in nothing but my bra and panties, and I knew 
he was sneaking looks at me through the open door. That gave me a strange 
sort of kick. I guess that it came from knowing that every bounce of my tits 
and each wiggle of my ass would make him remember the night he'd fucked me. 
It was a kookie sort of way of getting back at him. Making him pay the 
price. 

"My tits had filled out tremendously since that night. They were round and 
full. The tops of them swelled creamily upward over the top of the black 
lace bra that was too skimpy to contain them. The light red fuzz around my 
cunt had turned into a thick bush that padded the front of my panties, and a 
few stray tendrils creeped from beneath the elastic at my thighs. I remember 
wondering, as I stood there in front of the mirror knowing he was watching, 
if the old man wasn't mentally kicking himself in the butt for not waiting. 
Probably, I decided. I was a hot piece and knew it. Enough boys had told me 
so. 

"Either get some goddam clothes on or close the door,' he said suddenly, 
startling me. He was standing in the doorway. 

"I thought you liked to look,' I said, taunting him as I'd found I could get 
away with doing since that night. As I turned toward him, I saw his eyes 
involuntarily drop to the darkly shadowed vee of my cunt. I picked up a 
brush and ran it through my hair. 'You sure do enough looking,' I said. 'Or 
maybe you were going to rape me again?' 

"It was stupid talk. All of it. But I'd found I had a hold over him because 
of the way he'd raped me, a hold that let me get away with almost anything, 
and I used it. I guess it was my way of getting back at him for the pain 
he'd caused me that night. This was the wrong night to try it. 

"I told you to get some goddam clothes on!' he shouted angrily and I should 
have noticed that his voice was somehow different tonight. I didn't. Like a 
fool, I posed with my hips cocked, my eyes lowered sexily, my breasts 
lifting as I slowly stroked my hair, and said, 'Why, Daddy dear, you talk 
like you'd like me to walk through that door and tell your wife about how 
you taught me the facts of life. Do you?' 

"She's gone,' he said simply. That, along with the husky catch in his voice 
should have warned me. It didn't. 'I can always tell her when she gets 
back,' I said, then, swinging my hips saucily as I turned and walked to the 
closet, I added, 'What are you thinking-that you might as well do it twice? 
That they can only hang you once? Please don't. You weren't very good at 
all. I get lots better ... ' 

"That did it. As he came toward me, I realized that he had been holding 
himself back. And that he was through going it. He hooked his fingers in the 
top of my bra. His face was a deep red. 

"All right, damn you, take them all off!" He jerked powerfully at my bra. I 
felt a biting pain as the straps dug into my back. My tits sprang free. 

"I had been jerked forward against him by the tug that broke my bra strap, 
and as he pulled at the bra until it fell away completely, I saw that his 
eyes were like those of a wild man. His fingers bit into my shoulder, 
hurting me. With his other hand he tore at my panties. I tried to break 
free. 

"Take every goddam stitch off!' he shouted. I heard and felt my panties 
being ripped, ripped again. His fingers touched the furry mound above my 
cunt. I was naked against him. 

"I swear to God. I'll tell,' I said, feeling almost triumphant, knowing that 
would stop him. It infuriated him instead. 

"Tell and be damned,' he said; then, even before I fully realized what those 
words meant, he slapped me. Hard. My head snapped backward. He slapped me 
again, then flung me backward onto the bed. 'I'll give you something to tell 
about.' He began to undress. 

"You're not drunk. You don't have an excuse this time,' I said, searching 
for a way to stop him as I huddled naked on the bed. I was crying. Not from 
fear but from something closer to anger. He finished undressing without a 
word or a look in my direction, then said 'Who needs an excuse to fuck? You 
ask your boyfriends for an excuse? What's your excuse? And then he came 
after me. 

"I resisted as his strong hands grabbed my lower legs and began prying my 
legs apart, then I gave up. He was just too strong. The tip of his hard cock 
brushed my inner thigh as he moved between my legs. I closed my eyes. His 
hand settled over my cunt. He rubbed it. His other hand opened and closed 
over one of my tits. He was breathing loudly, almost panting. I could feel 
his ribs against one of my thighs, his cock against my other leg, down 
lower. 

"I felt my nipples being hardened by the contact of our naked bodies, the 
touch of his hands. My pussy began to dampen. I hated myself for reacting. 
He rolled between my legs, both hands going to my tits, his hard belly 
pressing down on the mound of my cunt. I kept my eyes closed and my lips 
pressed together as he kissed me on the mouth. His hands massaged my 
breasts. 

"Open your eyes,' he said finally. 'Open your eyes and look at me. Don't try 
to act like you don't like it. You know you do. You liked it that first time 
I fucked you. Tell me you like it.' 

"I looked up into his face. It looked weak and pleading. I suddenly realized 
how I could hurt him. I couldn't stop him from raping me, I knew, but I 
could destroy his pride. I could show my contempt. 

"I like it,' I said. His eyes brightened. He kissed me. I felt his prick 
shift closer to my pussy. His lips moved wetly over my ears, my throat, down 
to my right tit. 'I knew you did,' he mumbled, then drew my nipple between 
his lips. I put my hand beneath my breast, cupping it for him. 

"Does my little baby need some tit before he's able to fuck?' I asked, but 
he didn't seem to hear. His mouth moved from nipple to nipple, mumbling, 
'Beautiful tits, you've got beautiful knockers.' 

"I raised my cunt against him. 'And good pussy, or so I'm told.' I stroked 
the back of his head. 'Aren't you glad I'm a good fuck? I owe it all to you, 
you know.' 

"I raised my legs high and wrapped them around his naked body. 

"Is this the way you like it?' I asked. Any moment now, I knew, he would 
become aware of the contempt in my voice. I was wrong. He was too hot. 

"Oh, sweet Jesus ... yes!' he groaned suddenly, lifting his head from my tit 
and parting the rubbery lips of my cunt with the first inches of his meat. 
It slipped in easily with my legs raised the way they were, and I sucked in 
a deep breath as I realized that his entry had caused a tremendously 
exquisite sensation inside my cunt. I had forgotten how big he was. I 
struggled to put the contempt back in my voice. 'You're sure you wouldn't 
rather have it dog fashion?' I asked, trying to ignore the feel of the cock 
that slipped back and forth in the soft flesh of my Clint. I reached up and 
put one hand on each side of his face. 'Or maybe you'd like me to go down on 
you? Suck you off? Lots of boys like that. Or would you like to eat a little 
of my pussy? Ronnie Gower always does. Makes me hot. He says it makes me 
fuck better, too.' 

"Don't talk like that,' he said suddenly, throwing himself down heavily atop 
me. My tits were flattened beneath his chest, his lips were close to my ear. 
He breathed warm against my throat. His hips churned faster, his prick 
moving ... moving ... moving! I fought to keep my mind off that. 

"Why not? If you're going to come to me for your pussy, I might as well know 
how you like it. Don't you think so?' And I once again began to rattle about 
the most obscene things I could think of, most of them things I'd only heard 
about, things I hoped would shame him so bad he'd regret this night for as 
long as he lived. He put his hand over my mouth. 'Quit talking like a 
goddamned whore, quit it.' 

"Pulling his hand away, I French-kissed him. 'But I am a whore.' 

"And then, just like a whore, I began to wiggle beneath him. My fingertips 
fluttered down across his back. My hands found the hard cheeks of his ass, 
spreading them and using the grip on them as leverage with which to draw his 
cock deeper inside me. I bent one leg around his back. My back arched itself 
like a bow. My pelvis swung upward sliding my pussy fully into his hardened 
cock, fell away, swung upward again. See when a good whore you've made of 
me? I whispered. 

"I say, then, that I had hurt him. A sort of crazy expression passed over 
his face. I think he wanted to pull away. But my arms were around his body. 
So were my legs. And he was inside me. 

"Do you like it like this?' I lifted my cunt until my groin was pressed 
against his, held it there, then began a slow retreat down the length of his 
cock. I repeated the action. 'Or is it better when I move it in little 
circles ... like this? How does Mom do it? is her pussy as good as mine?' 

"Then, suddenly, he pressed his face down into the hollow of my neck. The 
tears against my throat told me I had won, had shamed him; but I knew at the 
same time that I'd lost. He was almost motionless .Inside me ... and it was 
I who was doing the fucking. 

"My hips continued to move in the rolling motions I'd used as I derided him. 
Every fiber of my being was suddenly alive and sharing in the exquisite 
torture my cunt was undergoing. My clitoris throbbed. I felt that I could 
see it being drawn across the flesh of his peter. My tits ached with 
pleasure. My skin was teased by the hair of his body. My fingers clawed at 
the cheeks of his ass. My teeth bit hard into my lower hp. I was only dimly 
aware that he was once more pumping his hips. 

"And only briefly did it flash through my mind that I was no longer being 
raped-I was now being fucked! 

"Closing out every thought of right or wrong, thinking only of the new and 
wonderfully pleasing feeling that was growing, growing, growing in the deep 
places of my cunt, I twisted my head and let my lips find his. Our tongues 
touched. We thrashed together. Our groins were locked together, straining. 

"And I had a sensation like you get when an elevator plummets downward 
beneath your feet ... only it was a good feeling. And my cunt was suddenly 
drenched. And the good feeling went on. I strained my hips upward. My nails 
clawed at him, they kept clawing until he cried out, flooded my cunt with 
the warm, spasmodic spurts of his come, and fell limply into my arms. I had 
come for the first time in my life. 

"Those were the first two times he fucked me. 

"The next time I didn't have to be raped. 

"I didn't have to be raped at all. 

In this case we have seen an artificial factor appear; that is the total 
destruction of the restraints against incest through the use of alcohol. 

While alcohol is by no means a stimulator of sexual desire (it is, in fact, 
to a limited extent, a depressant), it does serve to lower the inhibitions 
of the drinker, to interfere with his judgment, and to allow the release of 
his frustrations. 

Those are its greatest dangers. 

With the moral senses which exclude incest dulled by alcohol, and with his 
sexual awareness of his young daughter obviously honed to a keen edge at the 
moment of greatest opportunity, Melody's father was confronted by a 
situation which practically pleaded that he satisfy the incestuous desire he 
harbored. 

The accusations of his somewhat shrewish wife very likely increased his 
awareness of Melody's young sexuality, added to his frustrations, and 
speeded him onward toward the moment when these frustrations and desires 
would explode in incestuous rape. 

Lucy Freeman, in The Cry For Love, describes the inhibition-releasing 
effects of alcohol this way: 

"Take a frustrated man. Give him too much to drink. 

No man can predict his actions. He may careen wildly down a highway. He may 
become belligerent. But he will rid himself of those frustrations. Sexually, 
he may express-or attempt to express his most carefully hidden desires." 

Very few figures are available regarding the frequency of incestuous rape, 
probably because they are mingled with the statistics on other statutory 
offenses. It seems safe to assume, however, that Melody's case would 
approach the classical in its elements: An unhappy, argumentative atmosphere 
in the home; alcohol; the first incident occurs while the girl is extremely 
young; it involves daughter and father, rather than brother and sister. 
These conclusions are easily reached. Frustrations are present due to the 
tense marital relationship. Alcohol is used as a valve to release these 
frustrations. Moral restrictions are dimmed. The stage is set. 

Several factors lead one to the conclusion that most such rapes occur 
between daughter and father when she is extremely young. 

Incest between brother and sister is much more likely to be a thing of 
mutual consent, an experiment, thus removing the need for rape. The 
brother-sister relationship seems more conducive to mild exploration than to 
forcible rape. Then, too, there is always the knowledge that the victim may 
"tell." 

With a daughter and her father the situation is entirely different. Who is 
she to tell? The mother? The father is the strong, dominant figure in the 
life of most girls. He provides. He is often the one who punishes. She is 
accustomed to doing as he tells her. These images are especially true during 
the early years of life, and it is for that reason that a great majority of 
cases of incestuous rape involve younger children. In the mind of the father 
she seems less likely to reject his advances. She can most likely be 
frightened into silence. She is not aware, as an older child might be, that 
her father can be sent to prison for such acts. 

While the mind of a rapist, any rapist, incestuous or not, is a devious 
thing and too intricate in its workings to be explored at this time, the 
incidents described in Melody's narrative can lead only to the conclusion 
that she and she alone was the only female capable of arousing him to such 
an extent that he would commit rape. 

His first approaches to her were almost childish in their shyness. They were 
the clumsy "accidental" touches of the sexually inexperienced, growing 
bolder only when he became intoxicated. It is likely that he had no 
intention-consciously, at least-of going beyond the caressing, the fondling 
and the kisses to which he first limited himself-until the moment when his 
long-smoldering sexual desires were released by Melody's reactions ... He 
was intent on seduction, or sexual play within the limits of her acceptance, 
rather than forcible rape. Thus when Melody allowed him to exceed his 
expectations, and her actions made it obvious to him that she was sexually 
aroused, his drunkenness combined with his own state of arousal literally 
propelled him onward. 

Though Melody herself possessed absolutely no sexual knowledge at the time 
of the first rape, It would be naive to believe that she was totally unaware 
of the effects of her submission to the sexual caresses of her father. 
Nowadays, few children of her age are that unaware of their sexuality. True, 
sexual taboos-such as the taboo against incest-are seldom taught as a unit. 
They are imposed piece by piece, so to speak. 

For instance, rarely does a mother say to her daughter, "It is wrong for you 
to have intercourse with your own father." Instead, the girl is told, from 
an early age, "Don't come into the bedroom while your father is dressing." 
And, "Close the door while you change." These same rules are seldom applied 
where the mother or brothers are concerned, and the young girl is thus 
separated sexually from the males of the family. Other means of sexual 
separation are also used, of course. 

So, even if one accepts as truth Melody's professed ignorance of the 
mechanics of sexual intercourse, it must be assumed that, by other means, 
she knew she was in violation of certain restrictions when she allowed, 
returned, and perhaps encouraged these first sexual caresses. 

Most important of all ... she knew her father would be punished if she told. 
But she did not tell. 

Despite her youth and her lack of sexual knowledge, Melody knew her father 
had done something terribly wrong. She knew it was wrong even before the 
rape itself occurred. A threat might well have stopped him, had it been made 
before her father lost complete control. The fact that she waited so long 
shows-despite her fears-incestuous desire on her own part. 

Her awareness of the power of such threats is shown by the manner in which 
she later used them to gain a certain amount of power over her father; the 
power to taunt him, to torture him by flaunting her body before him, etc. 

The second rape was the child of the first. By the manner in which she held 
the first act over the head of her father-through the occasional threats, 
the exposure of her partially nude body, etc.-Melody invited it. Each 
reference to the first rape must surely have awakened new desire in her 
father. In fact, Melody may have meant to do just that. It may have been her 
way of punishing him for the loss of her virginity-a possession of great, 
though dubious, value in our society. Then, too, her subconscious mind may 
have longed for a repetition of the assault. Later events support this last 
possibility. 

The fact that Melody, whose parents had never explained to her the barest 
essentials of the sexual functions, was so strongly aware of the wrongness 
of incest tends to support Freud's theory that the taboo against incest is 
so deeply ingrained in the human race that it is an "historical 
inheritance," e.g., the taboo is biologically inherited. Wayland Young, 
author of Eros Denied, a study of sexual taboos and their origins, also 
subscribes to this theory. 

"This taboo against incest is probably determined by evolution itself," 
Young says, "and Freud is probably correct in his theory and in his belief 
that the taboo is of a genetic nature." 

Young adds that the taboo against incest, unlike most others he considers, " 
... is appropriate to mankind as a whole." 

Appropriate or not, the barrier between Melody and her father had fallen, 
never again to be erected ... at least not by themselves. 

Like many cases of daughter-father incest, this one eventually came to the 
attention of the authorities. In the conclusion of this study, Melody tells 
of the events which took place before that discovery, of a change in the 
relationship, and of an agonizing decision she was forced to make. 

"I was sixteen the next time we fucked ... Sweet sixteen. Two years older 
and God only knows how much wiser-or so I thought. And horny! I was full of 
the fever that night ... and most of it was between my legs. 

"I'd been to a drive-in movie that night. My' guy and I'd gone double with 
another couple. That meant that we'd had to limit ourselves to necking in 
the back seat, sneaking feels of each other when we got the chance. Torture! 
By the time they dropped me at the front door my knees were weak and my legs 
were trembling. Daddy just grunted when I came into the house. Mom was gone. 

"Just like the other two times,' I thought to myself as I began to undress 
in my room. Then, I wondered why that thought had popped into my mind' 
later, I knew why.' 

"As I stripped to my under things-skimpy black bra and matching panties, 
dark hose and satiny garter belt-the touch of my own fingers made me hotter 
and hotter. Damn' those double dates. Through the silky material of my 
panties I rubbed at my pussy. I stood with my feet planted wide on the 
floor, my knees bent, rubbing my pussy. It did no good. It only made me 
hotter. And it was degrading. 

"Just like the, other two times!' The thought popped into my mind again. I 
felt cold sweat in the cleft between my tits as I thought of the old man. I 
saw him sitting before the TV., I saw him coming into my room. Getting 
between my legs. Suddenly, I was back to that night, two years in the past. 
I was under him. I was coming. 

"It was a long time before I got up the nerve to do it. I sold the idea to 
myself by remembering how he d used me when he needed a little. I needed 
some now. It was my turn. 

"I slipped off my panties, trembling with excitement as the plan formed in 
my mind. The hose and garter belt accented the bright bush around my pussy, 
the white of my skin. I left one small lamp burning then got into bed and 
covered myself with a sheet. I was ready. 

"Dad, would you come here,' I called loudly, and I couldn't help smiling as 
I added, 'There's something that needs taken care of.' I smoothed the sheet 
down over the contours of my body, especially down into the valley at the 
juncture of my widespread legs. 

"He was at the door, a newspaper in his hand 'What is it?'. 

"Slowly I peeled away the sheet. With my fingers spread, I slowly ran my 
hands up the insides of my thighs. 'This,' I said huskily, 'is what needs to 
be taken care of:' 

"The newspaper made a rustling noise as it dropped from his fingers. His 
face went slack as he stared at my naked pussy. He seemed frozen, unable to 
move. His hesitation was almost funny; he hadn't hesitated before. My 
fingers stroked the naked white flesh above the shiny dark strips at the 
tops of my hose. 

"What's the matter-'don't you think you can take care of it?' My brazenness 
was as exciting as the touch of my fingers, the lust I could now see on his 
face, replacing the surprise that'd been there. I liked knowing that I could 
be so ... so whorish. 

"I can take care of it.' His eyes never left my pussy as he walked toward 
the bed. He sat down beside me. He looked into my face as he put his hand 
between my legs. My hips jerked once, convulsively, as his fingers touched 
my cunt. 'You know I can take care of it.' 

"For two years we had been pretending, I suddenly realized, and now the 
pretending was over. I squeezed his hand between my thighs and threw my arms 
around his neck. I felt his finger slip into my pussy as we kissed. I 
lowered one hand into his lap and found his cock. It was hard. I squeezed 
it. 

"That squeeze brought him down on top of me. His tongue tasted good as it 
came into my mouth. I sucked it, and his fingers did crazy things to my 
cunt. My own fingers clawed wildly at the buttons of his blue work shirt, 
then at the zipper of his pants. Soon his shirt was open and his cock was in 
my hand. I tried to guide it home ... 

"Let me get naked, baby, he said, pulling away; then while I watched through 
a red haze of passion, he did just that. I took off my bra. The air felt 
cool against my tits. 

"His prick was bigger than I'd remembered. As he stepped out of his shorts, 
I raised myself into a sitting position on the bed and teasingly ran one 
hand up his hairy leg, slowly beneath the dark-colored, thickly-haired sack 
of his balls and out onto the length of his prick. Beneath the skin I could 
see the blue veins, like rivers on a map. Still holding his cock, I leaned 
my cheek against his thigh. I levered his cock slowly toward my face. I 
kissed the dark head of it, softly. I heard him chuckle. 

"Developed yourself a taste for cock, huh?' he said, turning so that his 
peter swiped across my face and I was suddenly facing his hairy groin. He 
stroked my hair. 'Well, I've got a taste for cunt. Man gets a smell of cunt, 
baby, or a taste of it, and he never loses the hunger.' And I knew he was 
going to go down on me. 

"As he sank to the bed and kissed me, his arms going around me and holding 
me so that I lay half on my side, my tits flattened against his hard and 
hairy chest, I felt relief. He had misunderstood me. I had no desire to suck 
him off. That kiss on the head of his cock had been more ... well, instinct. 
At that moment, for the first time in years, I'd felt affection toward him. 
His words had killed it. 

"But all that passed away as he eased me down against the pillow and began 
kissing his way down my body. He was on his belly, his legs over the side of 
the bed, his cock beneath him. He rested himself on his elbows and his hands 
held my tits while his lips sucked hard at one of my nipples. I forced my 
hand under him and found his cock. He shifted so I could hold it. 

"I squirmed as his kisses moved lower on my body. 

"His tongue licked slowly down through the cleft between my tits, onto the 
soft mound of my belly, and it darted into the dip of my navel. As I lay 
watching his progress toward my pussy, his cock gripped in my hand, I was 
dimly aware that my other hand had replaced his lips on the sweetly aching 
nipple of my left tit and was trying to give it the same pleasure he'd given 
it. I looked at my tit. The nipple I rolled between my thumb and forefinger 
glistened wetly. It was red and elongated, more than twice its normal size; 
so was my right nipple. As his tongue licked the top of the line of hair 
that tapers into a thin red fuzz as it flows outward from the coppery red 
bush of hair that grows so thickly around my pussy, I used my thumb and 
forefinger to pinch my swollen nipple. I winced as a shiver ran down my 
spine. The sharp little pain was delicious. I did it again-harder! 

"His hands were stroking my nylons, my naked thighs. One arm was hooked 
around my leg. That hand slid slowly down onto my cunt. It stopped there. He 
rubbed me gently. I felt my cunt getting wet. I moved it against his hand. 
My fingers were moving on his cock, slowly jacking him off. His hand left my 
cunt. His lips took its place, kissing me. In the hair just above the slit. 
I lifted myself, trying to bring the lips of my pussy in contact with his 
mouth. He rolled away, first reaching down to take my hand off the hot 
hardness of his cock. 

"I eat it better from the front,' he said. 

"And he was telling the truth. 

"He knelt between my wide-flung legs. The palms of his big hands felt rough 
as he bent low and slipped them beneath the smooth globes of my ass. His 
breath teased my pussy as he raised my ass slightly off the bed. It felt hot 
on the lips of my cunt. I raised my legs and draped them across his naked 
shoulders. My fingers clutched the sheets. His tongue snaked between the 
lips of my pussy. 

"My heels came down against his back as I felt his tongue spreading my slit, 
moving in and out, licking the lips of it, probing upward until I felt he 
must be reaching my belly. Then his head began bobbing slowly up and down as 
he moved his extended tongue the full length of my cunt. I helped him with 
slow movements of my pelvis. My heels beat a steady tattoo against his back, 
urging him on. His hands, cupping my moving ass, gripped tighter. My heart 
was pounding in my ears. I felt ready to faint. His mouth made a strange 
sucking noise between my thighs, a wet sound. 

"I could actually feel the tiny piece of flesh that was my clitoris growing 
larger as his greedy sucking drew it out from beneath its hood. He caught it 
between his lips. I felt his lips pull on it softly, release it and tug at 
it once more. I put my hands on the back of his head, tangling my fingers in 
his hair. The sucking noises from his mouth grew louder as I swung my hips 
smoothly into the motions of fucking. I moved faster and faster. I strained 
to hold his face tight against my cunt. I began to come. 

"It was like nothing I'd ever known. It was a violent sort of coming that 
caused every muscle in my body to knot and tremble violently as I locked my 
thighs tight around his head. And each time his rough tongue slithered 
across the sensitive flesh of my clit, I came again. 

"Nothing like it for warming up a cunt,' I heard him say through the buzzing 
that filled my ears. As he moved up over my body, I raised my arms and legs 
to receive him. He was right. The countless orgasms that had shaken the 
inside of my cunt had only increased my desire for a feel of the cock he 
held poised near the gates of my cunt. 

"My pussy, my come, was a strange taste on his mouth as we kissed. Ignoring 
it, I sucked at his tongue and put my weight on my shoulders and heels, 
lifting my body beneath his. His hand went under me, into the small of my 
back. I felt the first welcome stab of his cock. 

"The lips of my pussy, warmly wet with a mixture of his saliva and my come, 
settled easily around the head of his prick. I clawed at his back. His cock 
moved deeper. I was filled with it. I knew I could take no more. I was 
wrong. 

"His muscular arms suddenly squeezed me so hard that the breath rushed from 
my body. A powerful thrust of his hips drove his cock inward with such 
suddenness and such strength that I felt his hairy balls swing inward to 
touch the tender skin of my ass. I heard myself begging for more-and found 
myself getting it. 

"We fucked with a passion that drained us completely and left us sweating 
and exhausted on the bed. It surprised us both, I think, and it was a long, 
long time before either of us spoke. I was in that half-sleep that follows 
fucking, one arm resting across my eyes, my other hand on his softened cock, 
when I heard him ask, 'Was I good for you, baby? Did I do you up right?' 

"Mmm-huh,' I answered sleepily. 

"Good enough for a repeat? Good enough to de serve a steady shot?' 

"I thought that over, really thought about it, then whispered, 'Yes.'. 

"We agreed to give it another go on the following Friday. 

"That Friday night set the pattern for all the nights that were to follow. 
He prodded Mom into an argument. She slammed her way out of the house. He 
waited until he was sure she wouldn't be back, then came to my room ... 
where I was waiting. We locked the door. 

"Damn, but you're a gorgeous little piece of ass!' he said when he'd locked 
the door that first Friday night. I laughed at the hungry look in his eyes, 
then raised my arms high and turned in a slow circle. I was wearing my 
shortest gown, a bright aquamarine one that you can see right through, and 
there was nothing beneath it. My lifted arms caused the bottom of it to lift 
above the white twin swellings of my buttocks and my turning motion caused 
my heavy tits to sway. I laughed again as his arms went around me from 
behind, then asked, 'Little, did you say?' I ground my butt slowly against 
the hard on that I could feel through his pants. He kissed me on the neck. 

"You're little where it counts-between your legs. little and tight.' His 
hands were under my thin veil of a gown, moving upward to cover my tits, and 
I let my head hang limply backward. He kissed me once on the mouth, then 
said, 'I ain't been able to think of anything since the other night ... Only 
how I was going to put it to you.' 

"And all I've thought about is how I was going to get it.' I put my hand 
behind my back, found his cock and squeezed it, then asked in a voice deeper 
than normal, 'Well ... how am I going to get it?' 

"His one hand slipped away from my tit, down to my bare leg, then moved up 
between the cheeks of my ass and touched my cunt from the rear, and then he 
asked, 'Does that maybe give you an idea?' 

"It gives me sort of ... backward ideas,' I said, then laughed as I turned 
to kiss him again. I helped him undress. My gown stayed on because he wanted 
it that way. He said he liked the feel of it. 

"And it did feel good against my naked skin. Static electricity caused it to 
cling to the dips and hollows of my body as he guided me onto the bed. It 
rasped deliciously against the smooth spheres of my breasts, making my 
nipples come alive, and I could feel the ruffled hem lightly touching me in 
a line across my buttocks. The hem slipped into the small of my back as I 
knelt on the bed, leaning down on my elbows. 

"The old man had his hands on my waist. I could feel one of his thighs 
touching the back of my leg. The mattress sank as he moved between my legs. 
I spread them wider. His hands moved from my waist down to the naked skin of 
my upraised buttocks. I could feel the sweat in his palms. As his fingers 
tightened on the big spheres of flesh-little-he had called me-plying them, 
kneading them, I lowered my face until it was almost touching the sheet my 
long red hair fell around my face. I clenched my fist so tight I felt my 
nails digging into my palms as I felt his stiff cock brush against my leg. I 
knew he was watching his hands work me over, deliberately being slow, and I 
wanted to scream at him to get on with it. I shifted myself backward, 
meaning to press myself against his cock. He moved at the same time. 

"He had moved back. His hands went to my upper legs. They held me. I felt 
his face against my ass. No-his lips! I closed my eyes as he planted wet, 
soft kisses on the bottom curve of one buttock, then the other. He bit me 
gently once or twice, then touched his tongue to the spot he'd bitten. His 
mouth moved closer to the center, licking, kissing as it moved. I put my 
head back down between my forearms. My titties swung beneath me, nylon 
teasing my nipples. I felt his tongue press itself into the smooth crack, 
very near my asshole. I purred like a kitten. 

"He's going to eat it again-from behind!' I thought excitedly. I tried to 
spread myself so it would be easier for his tongue to lick away the fire 
that was running wild between the lips of my slit. But I wasn't so lucky. 
Not this time. I felt his tongue move slowly-so damnably slow-upward. And 
his hands left my legs. I felt them go beneath me on the outside of my gown. 
They formed two warm cups beneath my tits. My ass was tickled deliciously by 
the hard hairiness of his belly. One hand left my tit. My breath rattled 
loudly in my throat as, an instant later, I felt the head of his cock slip 
inside me. Just the head. Guiding it with his hand, I suppose, he moved it 
from side to side, up and down, in small circles that were tortures from 
heaven. Each move of that cock brought a moan from my lips.' 

"Do it ... Do it all the way m! Bang me with It. Bang me!' I pleaded through 
clenched teeth. I tried to push myself back fully onto the warm meat that I 
knew lay beyond that knobbish head, to swallow it with the wet mouth of my 
cunt. Easing away so he could continue the voluptuous torture, he said, 'Is 
that how you like it? You like to get banged?' I whimpered a weak, pleading, 
'Yes.' 

"And then he banged me. 

"His cock plunged into me with a force that pushed me forward on my knees. I 
felt the head of it pound against something deep inside me. I felt the soft 
lips of my pussy sink inward as they attempted to cling to the hard flesh 
that slipped between them. He was in so deep that the crisp hair above his 
prick was touching the sensitive skin of my ass. He reached beneath me and 
once again grasped both my titties. His hands felt good through the nylon 
... even better than when I was naked. I tried to follow as his cock inched 
out of me. 

"But then it was slamming into me again ... and again. His hands tightened 
around my tits as he used his grip on them to 'provide the leverage he 
needed for those long strokes of his cock. He was leaning over my back, his 
face resting just above and between my shoulder blades, and his breath was 
hot and damp through my gown. As he pumped faster, I felt his balls touch my 
leg. I reached for them. 

"They were hard as the cock I felt inside me. I gave them a gentle pressure 
that caused him to moan in passion. Faster and faster he drove himself in 
and out of my cunt. I was close to coming, my whole body tingling in 
anticipation, and I rocked back and forth on my knees, trying to hurry 
myself to that moment when the muscles, the nerves, the whole of my cunt 
would ignite in fiery orgasm. His weight was suddenly heavy upon me. I gave 
his nuts one last squeeze, then sprawled full-length on the bed, my legs 
flying wide. 

"You've got the cunt of a goddam princess,' he panted. His hands were 
trapped beneath me, still on my tits. 'The best cunt this side of a wet 
dream.' The cheeks of my ass were flattened beneath his weight. He was 
between my long legs, fucking with short, choppy strokes because of our new 
position. 'Tight as a rubber. Tight ... like a cunt should be.' The words 
poured into my ears with each stroke of his cock. 

"I closed my legs so I could feel more of him. As if the closing had caused 
my cunt to tighten around his prick, he gave a deep grunt of pleasure, then 
pounded himself into me even faster than before. The bed shook violently 
beneath us. He bit the back of my neck. 

"I came with a blinding intensity, scissored my legs against the sheets, 
then came again. My head rolled from side to side, I saw only a brilliant 
red that penetrated my closed eyes. 

"I was dimly aware of him straining hard against my butt, holding his cock 
at its deepest for what seemed an eternity, and then there was the good 
feeling of wet warmth being hosed inside my cunt. The first stream filled me 
with the thick fluid. The next spurt caused me to overflow. A final stroke 
of his prick and I could feel a trickle of it flowing stickily from my cunt, 
beneath me. A few warm droplets spattered on the cheeks of my ass as he 
slipped it out and rolled away. He took me in his arms. 

"You always did dig it dog-fashion, didn't you?' He asked me a long time 
later. I was almost asleep in his arms. I mumbled something senseless and he 
repeated the question. I smiled, kissed him and shook my head. 'Never had it 
that way before. 'What made you think so?' 

"He had one arm beneath me, his hands on my ass, and he pulled me closer 
against him. 'Don't you remember that night? The second time? The things you 
said?' 

"I touched my finger to his lips, then threw my leg across his body and 
snuggled closer to him. 

'Shhh! Of course I remember it. But I don't want to talk about it. That was 
a long time ago.' My pussy was touching his leg ... just barely. 

"You talked about doing a lot of things that night. Blowing me, stuff like 
that. I ain't been able to get 'em out of my mind ... All this time.' He 
moved his leg high between my thighs, pressing it hard against my cunt. It 
felt good. I saw by the look on his face that he was getting horny again. 
His cock was half hard when I felt of it-and getting harder. 

"We'll do them all,' I promised, thinking to myself, 'With the exception of 
that-I'm no cocksucker!' 

"It was the truth when I thought it. When he left my room that night, it 
wasn't. After you've fucked your own father, things like that don't seem so 
bad. None of them. He had to talk me into it that first time. And I don't 
suppose it was as hard as it should have been. I tried to stall him off by 
telling him there'd be other nights, and he just reminded me how hard they'd 
be to arrange. And all the while his cock was hard in my hand, and I kept 
remembering the way I'd so innocently kissed it a few nights before. That 
hadn't been so bad, had it? I asked myself at one point. And, after all, 
hadn't he gone down on my pussy? What was the difference? Really? What was 
the difference? 

"All right, I'll suck you off,' I said finally, then added, as though it 
made a difference, 'but I don't want you to come in my mouth.' 

"I guess I went about giving him that first blowjob just as professionally 
as any whore who ever lived. I know my actions gave me the same exciting, 
whorish feeling I'd had that night I called him into my room. It went off 
like I'd done it a million times. 

"His cock was sticky with dried come and, just like a pro, I went to get a 
cloth to wash it off. He was sitting with his legs over the side of the bed 
when I came back. I locked the door, then asked, 'Any more special 
requests?' I let my hips roll as I walked to the bed. 

"Do it any way you like,' he said, stroking my leg as I sank down beside 
him. He seemed puzzled by my casualness. But I wasn't casual inside. Inside, 
I was feeling that whorish excitement. It didn't show, however, as I 
carefully washed the white remnants of come from his erected prick with the 
wet cloth. I laughed when the cold cloth caused him to shiver. Just like a 
pro, joking with a trick. 

"The rest of it was whorish, too. I stood and, looking down into his face 
with my eyes lidded and my lips slightly parted, very slowly and 
deliberately slipped my gown off over my head. I dropped it at my feet. It 
made a nice cushion for my knees when I knelt beside the bed, between his 
legs, and took his cock in one hand. With my other hand I reached out to 
touch his nuts. He put both hands behind my head. I felt him pulling me 
toward his cock. I let myself go easily. 

"Holding his prick upright with my hand and resting my elbow on his leg, I 
touched my lips to the dark-colored head. I kissed it again, at the edge of 
the foreskin. His hands urged me to do more. With my lips only slightly 
parted, I put my mouth over the tip of his prick; it had no more taste than 
any other part of the body. I parted my lips. 

"As he felt me take the tip of his prick into my mouth, he pulled harder on 
the back of my head, trying to force it deeper; I lowered my head until all 
the rounded knob was inside my mouth. That was as much as I could take; my 
mouth was opened so wide I could feel a dull ache at the hinges of my jaw, 
but that was all I could take. He was too big. 

"I drew on his cock until I felt my cheeks hollow with the suction, and he 
began squirming on the bed. My fingers moved up and down his cock, slipping 
the outer skin back and forth over the hard core, and my tongue swirled 
crazily over the spongy knob in my mouth ... 

"He came suddenly to his feet, his hands still behind my head, and my tits 
were against his legs. That felt good. I cupped his balls with one hand, 
lightly, just tickling them, and my fingers literally flew up and down his 
rod. His legs began to shake, he bucked at me, and a moment later I was 
wiping from my chin, lips and mouth the part of his come I hadn't swallowed. 
'Dad,' I said, 'you're a good one for breaking promises.' 

"But I wasn't mad about it. Not at all. 

"We did it all during the months that followed. 

Every way, every time we got a chance. And somewhere during that time, Mom 
got suspicious. I guess she could see a change in us. She almost caught us a 
couple of times, and after a while I was certain she knew. Still, she 
couldn't prove a thing. That didn't stop her from making accusations, though 
... especially when I came up pregnant ... 

"Even when I tried to make her think it could be the baby of anyone of a 
number of boys, she still screamed and called the old man a son of a bitch, 
and when she got the cops out to the house and give them her story and a 
line of shit about how she couldn't handle me and wanted both of us out of 
her house, they brought me hereto Juvenile Center. 

"They can't do anything to the old man, of course, unless I break down and 
tell like they want me to. Mom keeps hounding me to say he made me do shit. 
They'd leave me alone if I said that, I guess. But is it the truth? I can't 
find the answer. 

"Then there's the baby. I feel it more every day ... 

Eventually, of course, the truth was known. Melody's father was punished 
under the laws of his state. A case that clearly illustrates the two most 
dangerous aspects of daughter-father incest: pregnancy and the possibility 
of arrest. Though Wayland Young concluded that the genetic dangers of 
incestuous pregnancy have been greatly exaggerated-and even if there were 
no. dangers-a child born in such a manner faces certain social problems. If 
the child is kept my his mother, those around it may always consider It 
something of a freak. Adoption laws in some states, on the other hand, 
require that prospective parents be told If the child is one born of incest. 

Due to the widespread belief that such children are certain to inherit 
undesirable characteristics-a belief that is the subject of continuing 
debate and study among researchers-prospective parents are far less likely 
to adopt a child thus conceived, beautiful and intelligent as the child 
might be. Many states however, have recently done away with such archaic 
laws. 

Most people who violate the taboo against incest, however, are aware of 
these dangers and wise enough to take precautions. Unlike Melody, who was so 
naive about sex, many of these couples are extremely sophisticated about 
sexual matters ... and they satisfy their appetites by the most 
sophisticated means. 

 CHAPTER FOUR: ... I'll Do What She Won't 

"Faye, the cold old bitch, was stoned out of her mind before ten o'clock. 
Twice in a row she sloshed gin down the front of her hundred-dollar lounging 
pajamas. Both times. Dad refilled her glass and laughed along with the 
titless old bitch about her clumsiness. I waited until he led her off to her 
room, where she could sleep off her daily fifth, then I went to my room and 
got ready ... 

"When my stepmother sacked out, I was a standard teen-age chick-black hair 
that was long and straight, slightly hip. Tight white denims that weren't 
quite tight enough so's she could bitch about me showing off my ass, a loose 
blue sweater that just hinted at the tits beneath it. Five or ten minutes 
later, when Dad came into my room, I was a woman who could match any of 
those cunts who posed for the dirty pictures in those magazines he 
constantly bought. As a matter of fact, I'd picked up a trick or three from 
those magazines. 

"The outfit I kept hidden in my closet was black as midnight-black 
thigh-high boots with stiletto heels that left a strip of white thigh 
showing between them and the silk panties that were slit down the front and 
back, and. a heavy black belt with brass studs. Nothing else. Rouge circled 
the sharp nipples of my small high tits, making them look larger than they 
really were. My black cunt-hair puffed through the open front of my panties. 
The belt fitted snugly into the dip of my tiny waist, held there by a heavy 
brass buckle. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder. 
The white bottoms, of the cheeks of my ass showed beneath the panties. The 
heels of the boots were so high that my rather boyish ass seemed fuller when 
I wore them. Another slit ran down the center of the back of the panties. 
That made them convenient ... any way you wanted it. 

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,' I'd said, laughing as I looked at the 
reflection of my ass, my long legs, 'who's the hottest fuck of all?' and 
seen Dad coming into my room as I said it. 

"You are, Wanda-you're the hottest fuck of all,' he said, then put his arms 
around me from behind. I watched the reflection of his hands reach up to 
cover the reflected peaks of my knockers. He tweaked the nipples. I pressed 
my butt against him. He had a fine hard on. 

"Only with you, Press,' I said truthfully. Now that the old bitch had conked 
out we could drop that 'Dad' bullshit. We were lovers. 'You know that, don't 
you? You're the guy makes me hottest. You know I'd never done ... those 
things ... until I did them with you, don't you?' 

"I know,' he said, his hands crawling away from my tits, over the heavy 
belt, onto my panties. We were talking about giving head, giving ass, real 
ass, things like that. He turned me around. 

"Will you do it tonight, Wanda?' he asked, his hands now exploring my ass 
through the flimsy panties. He spread the rear slit wide, his fingers went 
between my buttocks. I put my arms around his neck, letting my hard nipples 
move against the front of his pajamas, and I said, 'If you want a show, 
you'll get a show. I promise, I'll, do what she won't.' 

"We both knew what he meant when he said it. 

"That was how I got him away from her in the first place. 

"I took the vibrator from its hiding place beneath the panties in the bottom 
drawer of my dresser while he quickly stripped himself naked. He sat on the 
bed, watching intently. His hands were folded across the brownish hair above 
his cock. His young looking face was flushed with eagerness; the same 
eagerness sparkled in his eyes. I decided I'd really please him tonight, 
give him, as Ed Sullivan would say, 'a really good show.' I stood with my 
butt touching the top edge of the dresser, the mirror behind me. My feet 
were far apart. 

"The vibrator was made of pink plastic that felt cool in my hands. It was 
shaped like a prick, only bigger than any prick on the face of the earth, 
and it was very smooth. I twisted the base of it, watching his face as I did 
so, and a low buzzing filled the room. The plastic cock came alive in my 
hands. I kissed it; he always got a kick out of that, said I treated it just 
like his. 

"Then slowly, the way I knew made him the hottest, leased the tingling 
vibrator down the smooth column of my throat, holding it in one hand and 
sideways so the full length of it teased my skin. I let it move teasingly 
down the upper slope of one tit, feeling the vibrations begin to excite me 
as it approached my nipple, and with my other hand, not even thinking about 
it, really. I reached down to spread the front opening of my panties. My 
nipple sprang out to meet the vibrator. 

"The contact was like sticking your finger against a live electric wire, 
except the shock began at the sharp tip of my tit and ran through my body 
until it reached my booted toes. And it was a good shock. I moved the 
steadily pulsing vibrator in a slow circle around my nipple, letting it 
thump delectably against the rouged little tip, and when I could stand it no 
more I eased the smooth plastic down to the soft underside of my tit. My 
breast jiggled from the vibrations. I closed my eyes and dug my teeth into 
my lower lip as I repeated the entire ceremony on the smooth white flesh of 
my other tit. The tingling was almost unbearably pleasant. I could feel a 
similar tingling in my clit ... 

"Letting the hand that held the humming vibrator move down so that the 
throbbing false-cock was roving across my belly, moving closer to the hand 
that held my panties parted so he could see the black bush and pink frontal 
lips of-my cunt, I opened my eyes long enough to see that Press's hands no 
longer lay across his upper groin. He was sprawled back on the bed, one hand 
on his cock, moving slowly, and the other hand rubbing hard at his balls. I 
pressed the buzzing rod against the hard little hill beneath my panties, the 
one at the top of my cunt. 

"Put it in ... Let me see you fuck yourself, he pleaded from across the 
room, and his thickly-muscled chest heaved as his hand moved faster on his 
prick. His lips were curled back over his teeth. I was hoping he'd stop 
before he came. That was for me. 

"I gritted my teeth and flung my head back as I touched the vibrator to the 
inside of my thighs, just above the boots. My cunt was crying for me to 
hurry, to drive it home, but the slow torture would, I knew from experience 
make the final scene even more satisfying ... for both of us. I took the 
vibrator in both hands. 

"Holding it low between my legs, with my hands on its base, and the smooth, 
cock-like tip pointing straight up toward my waiting pussy, I slowly bent my 
knees. My hands moved the buzzing device upward; the room was filled with 
its droning. I eased it through the slitted panties. 

"The lips of my pussy turned to jelly at that first touch of the vibe! They 
always do! It nearly slipped from my trembling fingers. My thighs tried to 
close; my will and the hot yearning in my cunt was all that kept them open. 
Once again I touched the vibe to the outer lips of my slit. I heard myself 
moan softly. My legs trembled as I slowly eased the round top of the vibe 
between the lips of my pussy. They closed around it. 

"Tiny needles pierced the pink flesh that was touched by the vibe; my 
lips-my cunt-lips seemed to shudder around the shaft they gripped. I gave 
myself more of the thrilling rod, shoving it deep with a quick lifting of my 
hands, and my entire cunt was filled with its sensually buzzing length. My 
clitoris was tight against it, and I could feel-the fleshy little pip being 
flicked back and forth as if a million little elves were pounding it with 
hammers, each of them determined to make me come just for him. I began to 
fuck myself with steady strokes of the vibrator. My cunt poured juices down 
its length. 

"This is your prick I'm taking!' I heard myself repeating over and over, in 
time to the thrusts of the artificial cock. 'Your prick ... I'm taking ... 
your prick.' And in my mind it was. And when I felt myself coming for the 
first time, I buried the long plastic shaft in my cunt and held it there 
until my knees threatened to collapse beneath me and I could feel my come 
wet against my fingers. 

"Then I staggered blindly across the room to go down on his cock. 

"Or anything else he wanted. 

"The still-humming vibrator fell from my numbed fingers and onto the bed as 
he put his hands on my hips and held me standing in front of him. He leaned 
forward and pressed his face into the front of my panties, his tongue 
snaking through the opening and licking hungrily at the top edge of my 
pussy. To steady myself, I put my hands on his shoulders. He sucked hard on 
my pussy for a moment, drawing my come into his mouth with a hungry 
slurping, licked my thighs with his rough tongue, and then returned once 
more to my cunt. He stayed there until I clawed wildly at his back and came 
again. Then he helped me onto the bed. I was so weak I needed help. 

"You like that better and better every time you do it, don't you?' he said, 
rolling me on my back and putting one hand between my legs, on the damp bush 
of my cunt. He rubbed it. 'The fuck-shows, I mean.' 

"I looked up into his face and put my hand on his cock. 'I like this even 
better.' I squeezed it to emphasize my words. He always got a kick out of 
dirty talk. 'I pretend that's what's inside me when I'm screwing myself with 
the vibe. That's why I like it.' 

"You like it enough to take it in the mouth?' He always asked that. Even 
though I'd given him head so many times we'd lost count, he still asked it. 
The words were like the show with the vibe; they made it all better for him. 

"Enough to suck it until you yell uncle,' I said truthfully. 'Or to take it 
up the ass. Or enough so's I'll take it any place you want to put it ... any 
place l' 

"You really do, you honestly do like it that much, don't you?' he said, 
looking down into my face and shaking his head in pleased disbelief. 'You'd 
go for anything I ask, I think.' 

"Try me and see,' I said. 

"He did. 

"Elation flashed across his handsome face as I assured him, for what must 
have been the millionth time, that he had only to ask and I'd give him 
anything he wanted, then he kissed me hard on the mouth, tonguing me, and 
rolled away. His hand went behind my head, urging me to bend over and go 
down on his prick. I needed no urging. 

"As I knelt beside him and bent low to lick at the head of his prick, he 
reached under my body arid fingered my tits. I felt my rouged nipples being 
pinched. They puckered and increased in size as he rolled each of them 
between a thumb and forefinger. He tugged downward on my hanging tits, 
drawing them into inverted, sharply-pointed peaks that brimmed with 
pleasure. I tried to transfer that pleasure into his cock. It was something 
to be shared. 

"His prick was wet around the head from the licking of my tongue, but my 
taste buds told me he hadn't come while I was screwing myself with the vibe. 
I knew the taste of his come too well to make any mistakes about that. Now, 
as I squeezed his prick in the trap of my fingers, one silver droplet of 
come appeared in the tiny eye at the center of the head of his love-stick. 
One drop. That was all. I licked it away. 

"Then I formed my lips into a soft oval, lowered my head, my hair cascading 
down around my face and touching him, and I began using all I knew about the 
sucking of a cock. I like to think I do it right. 

"As I covered the head of his cock with my opened lips, holding it poised 
just inside my mouth and twirling my tongue slowly around its 
'Circumference, I felt his hands tighten on my tits. I let his cock slip 
deeper into my mouth. The head of it pressed against my palate. I went 
lower. Lower still. He was at my throat. I eased my head upward ... slowly 
... slowly. My lips clung gently to the outer skin of his cock, as though 
reluctant to release it, and finally they once again held only the spongy 
head. Quickly, I dropped my head and refilled my mouth with the length of 
it, then repeated the slow, sucking withdrawal. I felt his hand on the back 
of my head. 

"While I explored the wrinkled skin around his nuts with the tips of my 
fingers, teasing him and making him hotter, I let my head settle into a 
bobbing motion that carried the soft circle of my clinging lips almost to 
the base of his prick, then upward in repetitions of the slow sucking I'd 
given him on the first cycle. His hand just rested on the back of my head, 
letting me set the speed. I increased it. 

"As my head bobbed faster and faster over his cock, I took less of it into 
my mouth with each downward gulping of my mouth. I made up in quality what I 
was lacking in quantity. My fingers traced crazy designs across his balls, 
onto the root of his prick. I held his cock so that only the head was 
between my lips, then sucked on it like a kid going after her first soda. I 
flicked my tongue down the bluish vein that pulsed along the underside of 
it, then quickly recaptured the head in my mouth, sucking ... sucking ... 
sucking. 

"His hands guided me around so that I was kneeling with my butt near his 
shoulders. He reached through the slitted panties and touched my pussy, my 
ass. The gentle fingers lingered in the crease of my butt. 

"As I felt him struggle to reach my butt with both hands, I was dimly aware 
of what he was going to do. I didn't care. If it gave him an extra kick that 
was okay by me. Then, as he settled both hands on the twin swells of my 
upraised ass, I felt the purring of the plastic cylinder he held in his 
hand. The vibe! I began to masturbate him into my mouth. 

"Throughout the minutes since I'd fallen onto the bed, the vibrator had been 
droning steadily in my ears, unnoticed as I went about the pleasant chore of 
sucking him off. Now, as I steadily manipulated the rod of his prick with my 
lips and my tongue and my fingers, I felt it singing its song against the 
filmy panties that so beautifully framed the cheeks of my ass. I felt those 
cheeks being spread by his hands. The vibe tingled in the dip between them. 
I paused with my lips poised above the head of his cock as I waited 
excitedly for what I knew was coming. His finger touched the puckered circle 
of my asshole. It slipped in. The vibe, held in his other hand, moved 
closer. 

"The muscles in my buttocks tightened spasmodically as his finger moved in 
and out of the tight little tunnel of my asshole, going deeper with each 
thrust, and then he pulled it out. I bit my lip as the head of the vibe 
tingled between my buttocks, against the same .little circle his finger had 
vacated. The tingling became a throbbing as he pressed it harder against the 
entry to my rear. The throbbing turned to dull pain-and then the pain was 
gone. Vanished. The vibrator was inside my ass. I could feel my every nerve 
reacting to the fluctuating pressure inside my rear. The pain had changed to 
pleasure. I returned to the sucking of his cock. 

"As I circled the head of his cock with my lips and began once more to 
masturbate him with my fingers, I felt the humming vibrator dig deeper and 
deeper into my asshole. The tight little tunnel was yielding to it slowly 
but surely, and the sensations that shook my rear were quickly transmitted 
forward to my cunt. He eased the vibe out, then shoved it in ... deeper! The 
cheeks of my ass quivered around it. He moved it in slow fucking strokes, 
strokes that I matched with my lips and fingers. The vibe moved faster in my 
rear. So did my lips. 

"It may have been an inch deep, it may have been six; I don't know. But I 
could feel it with every pore of my body. I could feel his breath against my 
naked upper legs, harsh and unsteady. And suddenly he forced the big vibe so 
deep inside my asshole that I felt a searing pain so unexpected that I threw 
my head back and gasped ... just as sparkling come squirted upward from the 
eye of his prick. 

"He held the vibe deep inside my wiggling butt, pleading urgently for me to 
get back on his cock and suck him dry, and I bit into my lower lip until I 
felt a trickle of blood. I licked it away. There was come there, too, from 
the first gush that had splashed against my face. 

"As the strangely sweet pain faded from inside me, I took his cock back into 
my mouth and pulled gently on it until the last spurt of come had died away; 
and as I did so, I felt him slowly ease the vibrator out of my rear. My rear 
still tingled, even after it was gone. 

"Then I snuggled up girlishly beside him, knowing I'd get mine later, when 
he could get it up again. I always did. 

"As I cuddled there in his arms, my fingers stroking his naked chest, I 
looked down at the vibrator that lay beside his leg. It was silent now, but 
I could still feel its pulsing inside my rear. 

"Such a big thing. So immense. So much bigger than any cock that ever 
existed. It was a wonder, I told myself, that any girl's cunt could handle 
it. Even more of a wonder that a girl-especially a small girl like me-could 
take it in the ass. That thought made me smile. There's been a time, and not 
too long ago, when it would've been too much. Far too much. A time, even, 
when I'd felt sure I couldn't even bear taking his cock up my rear. 

"I reached down to touch the silent vibrator as I thought about the night 
he'd showed me I could. 

"We were lying in bed, naked, looking at a book of dirty pictures he'd 
brought up from his room. It was about a month after we'd made it for the 
first time, and I was just beginning to learn about the things that really 
turned him on. Looking at dirty pictures was one of those things. He had a 
real collection. This was one of the best, all in color, and full of 
beautiful broads making it with guys who were hung like mules. I had my hand 
on his cock and could feel it getting harder each time he turned a page. I 
was turned on, too. 

"Ever see a girl take it like that?' he asked, stopping at a two-page 
sequence of color photos that showed an unbelievably statuesque young blonde 
being fucked in the ass. I blinked as he held the book up so I could see 
more easily. I'd never known a girl could be fucked back there. But this 
girl was. 

"The first photo showed her standing and bending forward at the waist, her 
head resting against a table of some sort. Her hands were behind her, 
gripping the cheeks of her ass and spreading them wide. Her voluptuous tits 
hung beneath her. Behind her stood a naked man, his cock aimed at the ass 
she held ready. In the next photo, he stood with his groin pressed against 
her buttocks. 

"He might have been simply fucking her from behind-except that in the 
following photos they had somehow managed to show the penetration of his 
cock. The head of it rested against her brown little asshole in one. In the 
next it was gripped by the rubbery-looking circle. Other photos showed him 
reaching beneath her to hold her big, delicious-looking tits as he fucked 
her in the ass. Close-ups of her face showed her lips drawn back from her 
perfect white teeth, as if she were coming. 

"She really looks like she's busting her nuts, don't she?' I heard him say, 
and tore my eyes away from the pictures. He looked very excited: I turned 
the page. 'She must be some kind of freak,' I said. I felt his hand stroking 
my cunt. 

"Lots of women, like it that way. Lots of women'd rather have it in the ass 
than any other place,' he said, rubbing his hand down across my cunt and 
reaching so far between my legs that I felt the tips of his fingers touch 
the smooth globes of my ass. I realized, then, that he was hinting he wanted 
to fuck me there. 

"Are you trying to tell me something?' I asked bluntly. He kissed me once on 
the lips, his hand still stroking, then said, 'Only that a lot of women like 
it in the ass. You might be one.' 

"I said dubiously, 'I'm afraid it'd hurt like hell.' 

"Not the way I'll do it,' he said, his voice trembling as he dropped the 
book of photos. As his hands urged me over onto my belly, the anxious tone 
in his voice told me he was almost desperate to do it that way. His hands 
shook as he stroked the yielding flesh of my buttocks. I pressed my cunt 
down against the sheets. 

"Such a fine little ass ... I'd break it in gently. Never hurt it.' He was 
between my open legs, bending low to kiss the creamy cheeks of my rump. 'I'd 
just give you a little the first time.' He kissed me on the right cheek, 
then the left. 'And you'd love it. I know you would.' His hands pried my 
buttocks apart. 'We'll grease it up, so it doesn't hurt. So it feels good 
... like this.' 

"And I felt him press his face hard against the crack of my ass, his lips 
centered over the tight little entry. The thrusting of his tongue, straining 
for entry into my ass, caused me to claw at the sheets. 

"Dimly, I realized that he had done it this way before, and I saw a picture 
of him doing it that way to Faye. I made up my mind. If he wanted to put it 
in my ass, he could put it in my ass. I'd do anything before I'd lose him 
back to that old bitch. 

"I said softly, 'Promise you'll go easy this time,' and was rewarded by a 
deep probing of his wet tongue before he left me and went to get the jar of 
Vaseline from the bathroom. He was back in a moment. 

"He sat beside me on the bed and dipped his fingers in the greenish-white 
grease, then carefully rubbed it on the head of his cock. It made his cock 
glisten. Then he reached for me. Just before I closed my eyes I saw him dip 
one finger in the jar and withdraw a thick gob of the Vaseline. It felt cold 
as he touched it to my ass. 

"Get up on your hands and knees,' he commanded. I did. 

"When I felt his greased finger probe at the circle of my asshole, I clamped 
my teeth tight and closed my eyes, and I felt myself shaken by a flash of 
pain as his finger slipped inside me. I managed to stay quiet as he moved it 
in and out. Then he was kneeling behind me. His hands pushed my knees far 
apart on the bed. 

"It'll be easier if you hold it open,' he said, and I felt his cock probing 
at the greasy crack of my ass. I leaned forward until my forehead was 
resting against the cool sheets, then reached back with both hands, grabbed 
the soft flesh of my ass and held it ready. 

"The first pain was unbelievable! My asshole was being ripped apart! Tears 
rushed from my eyes as I felt myself being stretched to take a cock where I 
was never meant to have one. I cried out against the sheets. I tried to 
writhe away from the cock that was spearing me ... And then, just when I 
thought I'd go crazy from it, the pain reached a peak and began to diminish. 
It was still there but it was dimmer, more bearable, and I remember knowing 
that the pain was less because his cock had passed the restraining barrier 
at the rim of my ass. 

"I could feel it inside me, sliding back and forth through the tight passage 
he'd lubricated with the Vaseline. It filled me. No, it more than filled me. 
It packed me. That's the only way to describe the tightness I felt in my ass 
... I was packed. 

"After that first rush of pain was over, I became more aware of the other 
sensations. His hands clutching my belly. His cock-hair tickling my bare 
rump. The increasing speed with which his prick slid in and out of my rear 
as he bucked and heaved behind me. 

"And, just as the feel of his cock was turning my pain into pleasure, there 
was a great squirting of come that caused his cock to slip from my hole and 
left me once again feeling the pain. 

"I ached for a long time afterward, and I argued like hell the next time he 
wanted me to take it in the ass. And the next. Each time, though, I gave in, 
and each time the ache was less. And then it was gone, and I suppose my 
reactions were pretty much like those of the blonde in the photos. I loved 
it. 

"From a tight little girl who was frightened and needed her asshole greased, 
I had been transformed into a woman. My rear had opened like a flower, 
gotten so large I could take him easily. Hell, I could even take a few 
inches of that big vibrator. 

"Now, smiling to myself, I lifted the vibrator and kissed it. Press-Dad, 
that is-had no idea what I always thought when I did that. It was my secret 
joke. 

"I kissed the vibrator because that was what I used to take him away from my 
bitch of a stepmother in the first place." 

There can be no doubt that jealousy was the primary motivation behind 
Wanda's incestuous tendencies. She detested her stepmother, as she makes 
perfectly clear in this first portion of her narrative, and expresses an 
almost sadistic pleasure over the knowledge that she is taking the older 
woman's place in the arms of her father. 

Unlike many subjects who are willing to discuss the commission of incest, 
Wanda does not seek to justify or mitigate her actions by attributing them 
to love or spur-of-the-moment impulses. Instead, she simply describes her 
acts in the most carnal way possible, leaving the interviewer and the reader 
to draw whatever conclusions they wish. 

A brief look at Wanda's past may make these conclusions more accurate. 

Wanda was an only child. Her mother died shortly after giving birth to her. 
She was raised by a series of aunts, with her father coming to visit when 
possible. These visits grew to be the great moments in her young life; she 
looked forward to them with eagerness. And, of course, she idolized her 
father. His visits meant ball games, trips to the park, new clothing and 
toys. She and she alone was the object of his affection. He might kiss her 
aunts in a brotherly fashion, but it was clear that he loved her the most. 

This was the life Wanda lived until she reached the age of twelve. 

Then came the announcement, a pleasant one at first. She was getting a new 
mother. She would once again be able to live with her father. At first she 
was pleased. Soon, she found that their outings came less and less 
frequently, and that they had to be shared with Faye, her stepmother. Faye 
also shared in the affection of her father. And Faye was allowed to 
discipline her. She came to hate the older woman. 

Only at a much later time did Wanda see her own sexuality as a means of 
regaining her father's full affection. This she did with a vengeance. 

The oralism and analism described by Wanda seem to support Wayland Young's 
theory that the destruction of the taboo against incest is likely to lead to 
the destruction of all taboos among the partners who engage in incest. This, 
however, may be a hasty conclusion. It must be remembered, as is revealed by 
certain portions of Wanda's story, that her father was a man for whom these 
taboos against oralism and analism did not exist. His sexual desires tended 
toward the exotic and the bizarre, as shown by his voyeuristic enjoyment of 
her sexual exhibition, his collection of erotica. It is certain that Wanda's 
father had practiced-or had the desire to practice-both oral and anal 
intercourse long before he committed incest with his daughter. It is just as 
certain that he would have found an outlet for these sexual desires even if 
his daughter had been unwilling to provide one. 

As for Wanda, any revulsion or disgust she may have felt while engaging in 
these acts-and she says little that would indicate she suffered from such 
feelings-was far outweighed by the knowledge that her participation in these 
acts was a weapon which could be used in her battle to regain the full 
affections of her father. If the taboos against oral and anal intercourse 
existed at all within the mind of Wanda, they existed only as rules which 
could be brushed aside in the name of expediency. 

As a matter of fact, it may be that a great majority of our society no 
longer recognizes the taboo against oralism, and that analism, more 
repugnant to some because of the excretory functions of the anus, is gaining 
wider acceptance. A myth has contributed much to the stronger taboo against 
analism; this is the widespread belief that it is the means of intercourse 
used by male homosexuals, the act of inverts. Freud was aware of the 
absurdity of this notion. He wrote: 

The playing of a sexual part by the mucous membrane of the anus is by no 
means limited to men. On the contrary, it seems that paedecatio with a male 
owes its origin to an analogy with a similar act performed with a woman; 
while mutual masturbation is the sexual aim most often found in intercourse 
between inverts. 

As for oralism, Freud wrote, 

It is only in the rarest instances that the physical valuation that is set 
on the sexual object, as being the goal of the sexual instinct, stops short 
at its genitals. The appreciation extends to the whole body of the sexual 
object and tends to involve every sensation derived from it ... The sexual 
over-valuation is something that cannot be easily reconciled with a 
restriction of the sexual aim to union of the actual genitals and it helps 
to turn activities connected with other parts of the body into sexual aims. 

What Freud seems to be saying in this quote, even though he often referred 
to oral-genital contact as a "perversion," is that all of us have within us 
the desire for oral contact with the genitals of the person chosen as our 
sexual partner, or "object," as Freud called it. 

Oralism and analism are of secondary interest to this study of 
daughter-father incest, of course, and are mentioned here only because they 
were the methods of sexual contact employed by Wanda and her father. 

Oral and anal intercourse, it seems reasonable to conclude, occur in 
incestuous relationships with a frequency that is neither greater, nor less 
than in other sexual unions. The oralism and the analism are not the factors 
which motivate the incest-from Wanda's viewpoint, at least, in this case-but 
are a means of consummating it. The desire to commit incest would remain, 
even if both daughter and father were nauseated by the thought of oral and 
anal intercourse. 

In this case, Wanda had made of her father an idol ... an idol with feet of 
clay. It is known by psychologists that we tend to make of our childhood a 
peaceful memory into which we can at times retreat, thus escaping the 
frustrations we face, and. that we people this memory with false images of 
our parents. 

Of this false memory Freud said, It seems that childhood is not the blissful 
idyll into which we later distort it, that, on the contrary, children are 
lashed through the years of childhood by the wish to become big and imitate 
and compete with the grown-ups. 

So it was that Wanda blamed her stepmother for the destruction of this 
"blissful idyll" and for the loss of her father's affection. 

And how much easier it would be for a child to compete with a woman whom she 
disliked. It was this instinctive desire to compete, a desire which Wanda 
recognized as she reached her early teens, that led to the first incestuous 
union between daughter and father. 

Though Wanda readily and openly recognized this need to compete, she was 
slower in realizing that she desired to compete sexually, and it was only 
after a great deal of mental struggle that she reached the decision that was 
to lead her into the sexual relationship with her father. 

"As I turned the cock-like vibrator slowly over and over in my hand, looking 
at it through eyes that were heavy with sleep, I found myself remembering 
the first time I'd seen it. That night, almost six months ago, had changed 
my life. 

"I'd been in bed, half asleep, when I heard them arguing in their room, 
really going at it, and I laughed to myself as I slipped on a robe and crept 
quietly through the house to listen. I was hoping he'd knock the old bitch's 
teeth out, I guess. 

"I stopped at the dark little alcove in the hallway, where I could see 
through the half-opened door to their room. Their lights were on, and I 
could see my father sitting on the bed. He had on a pair of white shorts, 
nothing else. Faye was out of sight. 

"You get more ... more freakish every week,' I heard her say in that shrill 
voice that always scrapes across my nerves. 'I never know what kind of 
perverted thing you'll dream up next. Well, this one's too much, Press. I 
won't do it.' 

"Perverted, my aching ass!' he said loudly. His face was a dark red. 
'Anything except a straight fuck is perverted to a cold old bitch like you. 
You think that cunt of yours is a goddamned prize or something!' 

"Faye stepped out where I could see her. She was naked except for a pair of 
pale blue panties, and I could see the dark hair 'of her cunt through them. 
Her tits were little, far smaller than mine, and I wondered what my father 
had ever seen in her. Then I noticed the object she held in her hand. 

"I've done a lot ... a lot of things to keep you happy,' she said. 'But I 
won't lower myself by inserting this ... thing into myself while you watch.' 
She looked sourly down at the tube in her hand. 

"I had just a brief glimpse of it before she threw it on the bed and said, 
'If you can't do it without things like that, we'll just not do it at all.' 
She stepped out of sight again. 

"You can't even call it what it is, can you, you cold-assed cunt? You can't 
even say fucking, can you?' he shouted. 

"Well, I'll tell you why I need a show, 'cause fucking you is like sticking 
it in a dead mule, that's why!' 

"I knew that she'd soon be coming out of their bedroom after a remark like 
that, so I went quickly back to my own room and got in bed. Then I thought 
about what I'd seen. Even then, I knew that he'd wanted Faye to fuck herself 
with the tube I'd seen her holding. I didn't know exactly what it was, of 
course, and I really wasn't too concerned with that. I just wondered why she 
wouldn't do it. 

"Didn't she know how lucky she was to have a man like my father? Didn't she 
know most women would be happy to do anything for a man like that? Or didn't 
she even care? Maybe the tube could hurt a woman's pussy in some way, I 
thought. Just before I dropped off to sleep,. I decided to find out for 
myself. 

"I got my chance the next time the two of them left the house together. It 
took me almost an hour to find it. It was hidden in a box in their closet, a 
box that was almost filled with pictures of men and women sucking each other 
off, fucking in ways I'd never seen. I sat on their bed and looked at the 
cylinder. 

"It was molded in the shape of a cock, maybe eight inches long, with one end 
swelling outward in imitation of a head. The other end had a ridged base. I 
turned it. A humming sound came from inside it, my fingers were tickled by a 
steady vibration. It felt ... good! ... 

"It would feel good inside a pussy, vibrating against the wetly clinging 
flesh, too, I realized, and I knew that my father had been right when he 
said Faye was nothing but a cold-assed bitch! There was no other reason. 
God! How I hated that woman! 

"Any other woman would be glad to ...to so even the things the men and women 
were doing ill the .glossy photos I'd scattered around the bed. They'd be 
glad to fuck themselves off with the singing cock I held in my hand ... if 
only to please him. 

"I'd be glad to do it, I was suddenly thinking. 

"And I found myself wondering how it would be ... standing naked in front of 
him and doing it to myself-no, not doing it, as Faye called It-fucking 
myself and watching him get hotter and hotter and then ... 

"Sprawling back on the bed with my legs over the side, I lifted my ass and 
pulled my skirt up around my waist. With the fingers of my left hand, I held 
the crotch of my panties aside, and with my right hand I touched the 
vibrator to the lips of my pussy. I closed my eyes, lifted my hips slightly, 
and moaned as the quivering prick slid home. I soon had myself coming. 

"Not until I'd slipped the vibrator from my cunt, wiped it on my skirt, 
turned off its batteries and was getting ready to put it back in the box did 
I realize what I'd been thinking as I fucked myself. I d Imagined myself 
doing it in front of a man, a faceless stranger at first, who gradually took 
on the face of my father. And then ... he'd been between my legs, fucking me 
and telling me how much he liked to see me do that. And then I was coming. I 
looked at the vibrator, puzzled at its power, and I made a decision. 

"You've found a new home, lover,' I said, then put the rest of the stuff 
away and went to my room. 

"He missed it, of course, and just knowing it was possible that he suspected 
me made those visions of him even stronger on the nights I'd strip off my 
panties and use it on myself. Soon I even found myself thinking of him 
during the day, wondering what he'd say if he knew about the things we did 
in my erotic dreams. 

"Then I began wanting him to know about them, and wanting him to make them 
reality. 

"That nagged at me for a long time before I quit fighting it and admitted 
what I guess had been in my mind all along, that I wanted to be fucked by my 
father. After that admission was made it wasn't too long before I saw that 
it was possible. I decided to make it happen. 

"Why not? Faye was hitting the bottle pretty heavy by then; she wasn't worth 
the trouble of fucking, as he had said, and I wanted him ... wanted him so 
bad. Maybe he'd even get rid of her, I thought. 

"I went to work on my father. 

"I used little things at first ... things like walking around the house in 
my underwear, giving him a chance to see I had tits and an ass that bitch 
Faye could never match. Things like that. 

"She noticed the way he looked at me when I did that and she started 
bitching about it, so I had to go slower. I started giving him hot looks 
across the table next. The way I'd catch him looking at my tits and ass 
after that told me he'd caught those looks. Then I got the idea that did the 
trick. 

"I waited until I heard him in the hallway outside my room one night, then I 
put the idea to use. 

Taking the vibrator from its hiding place and holding it against the door, I 
turned it on. I hoped he could hear the humming through the door. In case he 
couldn't, I whimpered softly, doing a bad imitation of a girl who's coming. 
It was a long time before I heard him leave the door. 

"He came to my room the next evening, looking nervous as hell. I waited for 
him to ask. He looked pitiful as he prowled around my room, making small 
talk, not looking at me as I sat on the edge of the bed. Finally, he asked, 
'Did you take something from my room, Wanda?' I saw him wipe his palms 
across his trousers. 

"What would I take from your room?' I asked innocently. I knew this was it. 
I had to go through with my plan. Casually, I stood and began to unbutton my 
blouse, as if getting ready for bed, just a daughter undressing in front of 
her father. He looked away. 

"It was ... just a device,' he said as I tossed my blouse on the bed. I 
unzipped my skirt, stepped casually out of it and asked, 'What kind of 
device? , 

"Did you take anything out .of my room?' he asked, and I saw him wet his 
lips as his eyes flicked down across my skimpy bra, lower still, onto the 
tiny bikini panties I wore. He seemed hypnotized as he added, 'Anything at 
all?' 

"Why don't you ask Faye?' I said with a sudden brazenness that surprised me. 
I stepped closer to him, rolling my hips suggestively. 'Maybe she has it. 
Maybe she's using it.' 

"He stared at me. 'You did take it, didn't you?' 

"I had gone too far to turn back, I stepped very close to him. My arms went 
around his .neck. My bra touched his shirt. 'I won't tell you,' I said. 'But 
I'll show you. Oh, Dad, I'll do the things she won't. All of them.' 

"At first I thought he was going to hit me. His face went dark, his eyes 
almost closed. But then he reached up and, without a. word, pulled my arms 
from around his neck. I felt a moment of crazy panic as he started out the 
door and I pleaded, 'Come back after she goes to sleep. I ... please ... 
just come back.' He walked out without another word. 

"But he came back ... just as I'd asked. 

"It was late when I heard him coming. At first, I couldn't believe it. I'd 
almost convinced myself that he hated me ... and now he was coming. I was 
out of the bed and standing beside the door when he opened it. I threw my 
arms around his neck. For just a moment his body tightened and then he was 
kissing me on the mouth and easing me back into the room and his hands were 
on my ass. 

"He kicked the door shut behind himself. 

"He wore only the bottoms of his pajamas. As he held me close against him, 
sucking on the tongue I had snaked into his mouth, I could feel the hard 
swell of his prick pressing against the little hillock above my cunt. His 
hands were warm through my sheer bikini panties. The sharp paints .of my bra 
cups were pressed against his muscular chest. Then I felt the edge .of the 
bed against the backs .of my knees. We fell across the bed. 

"As I felt his strange fingers slip beneath the cups .of my bra, pulling 
them up to bare my untanned tits with their erected nipples, my fingers 
fluttered wildly .over his naked chest and back, tangled themselves in his 
hair. Our tongues rolled together. My tits were in his hands, toys that he 
played with. 

"I arched my back and shivered and my hand went searching far his cock. Just 
as he ended our kiss and his lips moved, down to suck hungrily at the 
elongated nipple of my left tit. I found the opening at the front of his 
pajamas. My hand slipped in. The fingers closed around his cock. They pulled 
it through the front of his pajamas. 

"No vibrator ever felt as good as that cock, that warm, hard cock. It was 
made far my hand, I knew. 

It belonged there. I wanted to hold it forever. As I slipped my fingers up 
and down its length, I felt my nipple being sucked into his mouth, released, 
sucked in again, and my fingers moved faster because of it. When his teeth 
nipped at the pointed tip of my tit, my fingers reacted by squeezing his 
cock with all the strength they possessed. 

"His hand slipped inside my panties. I writhed on the bed and my pelvis 
twisted so that my cunt was raised to meet his fingers. He caressed it with 
his hand, making it warm and wet. 

"Turn on a lamp. I want to see you naked,' he said. His hand had slipped 
from between my legs. He touched me on the butt as I rolled from the bed to 
turn on the small lamp on the table by the window. He was stepping out of 
his pajama bottoms when its glow filled the room. His hand touched his hard 
prick. 

"You sure that little cunt of yours can handle this?' It surprised me, him 
saying something like that. Later, of course, I learned he got a kick out of 
talking that way. I must have had some idea of it even then, because 
instinctively I said, 'Don't I look like. it?' and with an impish look on my 
face I slowly stripped away my bra, then teasingly ran my hands over my 
naked tits, cupping the sharp little peaks of soft white flesh and then 
pressing them inward so that the red nipples, wet and swollen from the 
sucking of his mouth, were close together. 

"He sat on the edge of the bed, entranced, as I released my tits and slowly 
caressed my soft belly with downward strokes of my fingers, stopping when my 
fingertips were hidden beneath the top edge of my little bikini panties. His 
eyes widened as I slowly peeled them down over my hips, my thighs, and 
stepped out of them. I posed with my hands on my hips, the tips of my 
fingers almost touching the outer edges of the thick bush around my cunt, 
and I asked huskily, 'Doesn't this cunt look like it was made for that? It's 
just dying to get filled up.' 

"He nodded his head and held out his arms. His eyes stayed locked on my cunt 
as, with slowly undulating hips. I walked toward him. His hands found the 
cheeks of my ass and pulled me toward him. 

"I gasped for breath as he pressed his face against the soft swell of my 
belly, then quickly dipped his head and began kissing the thickly tangled 
hair around my cunt. It was the first time anyone had kissed me there. 

"He bent lower still, straining to reach the lips of my pussy with his 
mouth. His tongue lapped at me. I opened my legs till I felt I would split. 
His tongue touched the edge of my cunt, just the edge, I but it caused me to 
cry out as I squirmed violently and tried to make it easier for him. His 
arms went around my thighs, pulling them together, and I felt myself being 
lifted. 

"And then I was on the bed. Flat on my back. My legs extended. He was 
between them. His hard chest was touching my thighs as he moved downward, 
bringing his face closer and closer to my pussy. He pushed my legs apart. I 
felt him grip my right ankle and lift it as high as he' could reach. He 
buried his face in my cunt. 

"I swear the bed began to spin as his wet prick of a tongue found its way 
into my open gash. It tilted and dipped and rocked as he licked at my cunt 
like a puppy lapping warm milk. When I reached down with one hand and 
grabbed the back of his head, tugging him deeper into the hairy nest between 
my legs, he began licking me faster and deeper. My ass lifted and fell 
beneath him. There was a hand on my tit, torturing it with a pinch each time 
his tongue lapped my pussy. Looking down across my body, I saw the hand was 
my own. I kept it there. 

"He lifted his face from my cunt. 'Tell me I eat good pussy,' he said, then 
allowed my straining hand to draw him back into the crazily hungering slit 
between my legs. And as he licked me faster and faster across the 
exquisitely sensitive swelling of my clit, I repeated over and over, 'You 
eat good pussy, you eat good pussy, and his tongue moved faster and the 
words ran together and became, 'YoueatpussYoueatpussYou ... !' And every 
muscle in my body tautened as I felt myself coming into his mouth. 

"The release sent me into a dizzying spin that caused me to fling my arms 
wide and clutch at the sheets. I was only vaguely aware of his hands moving 
up my body, of his mouth moving across my tits, into the hollow of my 
throat. Then I felt the first touch of his cock. My arms went around his 
naked back. 

"With delightful slowness, his cock spread the wet, rubbery lips of my 
pussy. I felt them settle around the tip of his prick, then an inch of it, 
then two. He put his mouth on mine. I parted my lips. 

"There was a delicious tang on his lips and tongue the taste of cunt, I 
realized as I moved my lips beneath his. As his cock moved gently back and 
forth in the wet cradle of my cunt, going slightly deeper with each churn of 
his hips. I put one hand on each side of his face, holding him delicately as 
I sucked at his tongue. He reacted by giving me more of his cock-a hard stab 
of it! 

"I wrapped both legs around his body and lifted my cunt to meet the next 
strike. It brought us together with a delicious touching of crotches, and I 
felt his hand slip between our bodies and find the yielding flesh of my tit. 
As he squeezed it and moved it so that the hard little nipple rasped against 
his chest I let my hips roll in slow circles that added even more pleasure 
to the steady stroking of his cock ... 

"It was deep inside me now. I could feel it moving against places that had 
never before felt the touch of hard cock. It felt warm inside the 
come-dampened recess of my cunt. Each thrust and retreat made it feel warmer 
still. And the thrusts were coming faster. 

"He was breathing heavily against my throat, and I could feel his hand 
tighten around my tit each time he drove his cock into me. As his hips swung 
upward and his cock withdrew, the hand on my tit would relax. His belly was 
hard as it slapped against the softness of mine. I put my hands in the small 
of his back, giving myself more leverage to lift myself and meet his 
strokes. He suddenly threw his head back and I felt the full pressure of his 
cock rubbing across my clitoris as he bucked and heaved between my legs. 

"That sensuous friction across my already pulsing clitoris sent me into 
another of those dizzying spins that caused me to claw at his back with my 
nails as I thrashed beneath him, blind with orgasm. He strained hard above 
me, pressing himself into the moving wetness of my cunt with all his 
strength, and then he, too, was coming. It ended too soon. 

"We forgot all about the vibrator,' I said later, as we lay naked beside 
each other, lazily watching the blue smoke from the cigarette we were 
sharing curl upward toward the ceiling. Our bodies were barely touching. His 
hand rested on my belly. 

"I didn't forget. I just knew that if you got me any hornier, I'd be 
climbing the wall,' he said chuckling. He turned on his side, so he was 
looking into my eyes. 'You know what'll happen to me if we let anyone know 
about this, don't you?' 

"I nodded my head, and he said, 'I'm a bastard for doing it. A real bastard. 
But I just kept thinking about it and thinking about it. And Faye was asleep 
... ' 

"Shhh!' I touched his lips with my finger. 'I wanted you to do what you did. 
I want you to keep on doing it. And nobody will ever know.' I laughed as I 
thought of something. 'And it's called fucking, not doing it. Remember 
that!' 

"That puzzled him until I laughed again and explained it. 

"While the cigarette slowly turned to ashes, we talked. He seemed somehow 
ashamed of what he'd done, and frightened, and I tried to make him see that 
what we'd done was right, that it was what I'd wanted for as long as I could 
remember, and that I'd never been happier in my life. As he lit and smoked 
another cigarette, he told me that he thought Faye might be right, that 
maybe he was some kind of pervert because he liked it best when he was doing 
it in some way that was different from the way others lucked. When he said 
that, and added that that might be the reason he'd come to bed with me, I 
felt so sorry for him I wanted to cry. And I hated that bitch Faye more than 
ever. 

"Don't ever say that again,' I said, kissing him and pressing the full 
length of my naked body against his. 'Fuck Faye! Fuck what she says! You're 
no pervert. But if you are, I'm even worse,' I put my hand on his cock, 
'because I want you to fuck me again.' 

"He did. 

"As I teased at his cock with my fingers, feeling it slowly regain its 
hardness, he leaned over to snuff the cigarette in the ashtray beside the 
bed. He put his arms around me as I rolled on top of him. I felt his cock 
against my belly. His hands went to the cheeks of my ass, then slipped down 
the backs of my widespread legs. 

"Kissing him hard on the mouth, I slipped my hand between us and put his 
cock where it belonged. It slipped easily into the come-drenched slit of my 
cunt. 

"We began to fuck. 

"I set the pace of our movements, letting my hips roll in slow undulations, 
moving my shoulders from side to side so that my tits swayed above him, the 
stiff little nipples dragging across his chest; and he caressed the cheeks 
of my ass with his hands, gently, just running his fingers over the velvety 
orbs. My ass fit nicely into his hands ... and his cock fit well into me. 

"It was a different feeling, this fucking with me on the top. It allowed me 
to enjoy all the sensual pleasure of contact with his body. The feel of his 
hips lifting between my legs. The touch of his pubic hair against my belly. 
The probing of his tongue into my mouth. The growing sensations inside my 
cunt. My hips began lifting higher onto his cock, falling back with more 
force. 

"Look at that ... look at yourself fuck,' he said, and he suddenly put his 
hands under my shoulders and lifted me. I bent one knee, raising myself 
slightly, and I looked down across my body. Through the valley between my 
dangling tits, I could see the thick root of his cock where it was swallowed 
up by my lower body, the dark hair of his pubis, but that was all. From his 
viewpoint, I suppose, he was probably able to see the lips of my cunt, the 
way they moved as we lucked. The thought was somehow exciting. 

"The new position forced me to move my pelvis in shorter, choppier strokes 
that were no less exciting than the longer, slower ones had been. They were 
better, if anything. I looked down at his flushed face, saw that he was 
intently staring at the place where our bodies joined, and I looked down 
there, too. 

"It was easy to pretend I could see it all. 

"The pink lips of my cunt would be opening and closing as they sought to 
cling to the hard staff of his prick. That staff would glisten wetly with 
the oils of fucking. I saw it all in my mind ... 

"It was just like the dreams I'd dreamed when I was screwing myself with the 
vibrator. The vision was as clear as if I'd been a third person, a stranger, 
standing beside the bed and watching the two of us fuck. 

"And it sent me into a flurry of passionate thrashing that drove me into 
orgasm after orgasm and lasted until long after he had slammed his cock hard 
into me for the last time, released his come inside me, and gone soft 
between my legs. 

"Faye's love for the bottle made it easy for us to get together, and the 
eagerness with which I learned to do the things he liked-all the things he 
liked-made it easier for my father to accept. It really turned him on when 
he saw that I actually liked them. 

"But the bit with the vibe was my favorite, because that was the one that 
brought him from Faye to me. And now, as I looked at the silent plastic 
cylinder, I knew that she'd never get him back. 

"Never!" 

So from incestuous fantasy and the desire to compete for affection, both of 
which are a basic part .of human nature, Wanda advanced to actual commission 
of the act, and into a continuing affair which threatens disaster. 

This case is an example of incest initiated at the want of the daughter, 
spurred onward by both love and hatred, the two most violent emotions. Hate, 
just like love, is a pathway to incest. 

 CHAPTER FIVE: If You've Got the Name ... 

"It took me a long time to figure out. But once I had it all thought out and 
straight in my mind, it didn't take me too long to see that I'd come across 
the one chance I was ever going to have to get back at Pa for all the 
whippings he'd given me just for breakin' down that one time and lettin' 
myself do the same thing he was hankerin' for. It was going to feel good, 
seeing the mean old bastard crawl like a whipped pup. Real good. I stared 
right into his hungrin' eyes as I leaned back against the tool shelf that 
was built against the wall of the barn. As I began to undo the buttons at 
the top of my thin cotton dress, he stood just inside the doorway, shuffling 
from one foot to the other. 

"You come for your sample of what everybody in town's been a-gettin' didn't 
you,' I said, with all the pure spite I could put into my voice. 'So don't 
just stand there and try to make like you didn't. If you want it, come out 
like a man and ask for it. Less you ain't got the balls ... ' I just smiled 
and didn't finish the sentence. He'd ask. I knew he'd ask. That's why he was 
here. 

"You little whore of the devil,' he said. His face was in shadow now, but I 
knew he was staring hard at the open front of my dress. It was like his flat 
little eyes were burning the white jugs I'd half, bared ... I undid another 
button and the dress was open to my waist. 

"Not no little whore, Pa. Don't you remember?' I said, sort of dragging the 
words out so they'd sting him more. As he came slowly closer, I said, 'I'm 
the biggest whore in Brevard County. Remember? If you've told me once you've 
told me a million times. Been fucked by everybody but the preacher's mule. 
Them was your own words. Don't you remember? Course I ain't been fucked by 
you ... not yet!' 

"Sinful little slut!' he said, stopping just a couple of feet away. I could 
see a muscle working beneath the dark brown skin that was stretched drum 
tight across his square jaws. 

"Sinful as they come. But I got nice knockers, ain't I, Pa?' I watched the 
hunger mix with the hate on his flat features as I pulled the front of my 
dress wide, letting my big knockers stare him right in the eyes. He kept 
staring at them and wiping the palms of his hands on the front of his faded 
jeans, as I fingered them and said, 'You gonna just stand there alookin' at 
'em all day? You one of them fellows who's gotta do a lot of lookin' 'fore 
he can get it up? Ol' Miley Adams, he's like that. Has to watch somebody 
else a-fuckin' 'fore he can get it up. You like that, Pa?' 

"Shut your goddamn mouth,' he said, slowly, like it was all he could do to 
get the words out. The thick muscles of his arms and chest bunched beneath 
his blue work shirt as he kept on wiping his hands up and down his jeans. I 
could see his pecker pushing against the front of his pants, and I knew I 
was really gettin' back at the hateful old bastard. 

"He was standing there hating himself as much as he hated me. Hating himself 
because he'd give in and come here, and hating me because I wasn't makin' it 
easy for him. I wasn't about to, either. 

"He'd come here to fuck me, and I wasn't going to pretend different. 

"Well, if you didn't come to look, and you didn't just come to talk about 
doin' it, then you must've come to fuck,' I said, stepping closer to him 
across the straw-covered floor. I stopped when I was standing with my tits 
less than an inch away from his chest, let my hand reach down to feel of his 
pecker, then, like I was surprised, said, 'Well, you sure enough did come 
here to fuck! Seems like you got a right nice hard on. You could sure enough 
do a girl up pretty with a pecker like that. That's what you come for, ain't 
it?' 

"I wanted to hear him admit it. 

"Shut your goddamn filthy mouth!' he snapped suddenly, and I tried to duck 
as I saw his open hand swing up from his side. It exploded against the side 
of my face and I reeled backward. My eyes lost focus for a second or so, 
then it was all right again. He'd hit me a hell of a lot harder before. I 
laughed right in his face. 

"So you don't want to do no talkin' about it, huh? You just wanna get it in? 
Well, get it in ain't that what brought you here?' ... 'That's what brought 
me here.' His face was twisted with pure hate as he admitted what I wanted 
to hear. He walked slowly toward me, unbuckling his belt as he came, and he 
glared at me like I'd crawled from under a rock as he added, 'You ain't no 
good ... ain't never been no good ... been the ruination of every single one 
of us. I should never've blamed Clay. Should've knowed it was your doings 
all along. Should've knowed that.' 

"But I'm good enough to fuck, ain't I, Pa?' I said, standing with my hands 
on my hips and not backing up an inch. He didn't scare me no more. Not now. 
I knew that he'd never scare me again. I said, 'I'm good enough you'll come 
crawling to me for pussy, ain't I? Ain't I that good, Pa?' 

"And that's all you're good for,' he said, then threw his arms around me and 
pulled me in against him. His big hands dug brutally into my rump, pulling 
me in so that I could feel his pecker pushin' at me through our clothes. His 
face was against my neck. I heard him whisper, 'Just good for a man to 
unload himself,' as he backed me toward the straw piled in the corner. His 
shirt was bruising my nipples. 'But you're plenty good for that,' he said, 
then flung me down on the straw. 

"He tore at his clothes like a wild man, while I watched and waited, 
laughing to myself. He was horny as a billy goat with three peckers ... him, 
the uppity old son of a bitch, the high and mighty bastard who'd spent three 
years making me pay for one short fuck. I gave him a look that said I was 
horny myself ... He stared at me as he kept right on clawing at his clothes. 

"My dress had flew way up my long legs when he threw me down, and I shifted 
them so he could see most all there was to see. The blue dress made a frame 
around my white knockers, and I knew that my long dark hair must look pretty 
good to him as it fanned out against the lighter-colored straw that made a 
thick pillow beneath me. I was naked under the dress, but I was pretty sure 
he couldn't see my cunt ... just close enough to keep him drooling as he 
stepped out of his jeans. 

"He was brown all over from working out in the sun, except from his waist 
down, and even there the wind had burned him darker than most. His muscles 
were like thick ropes under his skin, and he would have really turned my 
damper up, just from looking, if I hadn't hated him so much. 

"Still, I had to admit, he was really hung ... 

"His pecker was hard, I could easily see as I looked up and saw him shuck 
his shorts, but its own weight caused it to slant downward toward where I 
lay. His nuts were enormous beneath it, a hairy sack that filled the space 
between his thighs. As if his mind had been miles away, he suddenly looked 
down across his naked body, then down at me, and he said, 'So now I ain't no 
better'n you. We're both of us sure enough headed to hell.' 

"Sure enough,' I agreed, then ran my hand down across the place where my 
dress sank into the hollow above my cunt. 'Any special way you wanna get 
there, Fa?' 

"And then he came after me. 

"As he sank down on the straw, I raised one knee. 

The dress lifted and slid down my bare thigh, falling into blue folds across 
my lower hips. It let him see my cunt, I knew, and his face tightened as he 
stared down between my thighs. I used my hand to tug the dress up higher. He 
put his knees between my legs and came at me like a bull in heat. I had won 
it all. 

"He got his hands on my knockers and squeezed them like it was the first 
time he'd ever felt a tit. The hard muscles of his thighs were pushing 
against the insides of my legs, spreading them, and he tried to kiss me on 
the mouth. I turned my head. 

"You can fuck me, fuck me any way you want,' I said, feeling the straw 
against the side of my face, 'but you ain't gonna kiss me. I only kiss 
people I like.' 

"Little bitch!' he snorted against the side of my face, but he quit trying 
to kiss my lips. One hand left my knocker, began tugging my dress higher 
around my hips. As I raised my butt and tugged it up so that it was around 
my waist, he panted, 'You're a bitch right straight out of hell!' 

"With a pussy right straight from heaven,' I said, gloating because the old 
bastard was hooked like a catfish. When I got through with him, I told 
myself, he'd sure enough never forget it. He'd have a craving for my pussy 
that would stick to him like his own skin. He'd come crawling and begging 
for it, for just a quick piece, for just a look, a feel, a sniff of my cunt. 

"And this was the last time he was going to get it. 

"I stroked his naked back with my fingers, just fluttering them across the 
tight muscles until I had teased my way down to the small of his back, and I 
felt him put one hand on my cunt. He rubbed the lips of it, slipped a finger 
in, opening them, and his mouth leaped down and sucked at my knocker. The 
nipple went hard inside his mouth. 

"I moved one hand around between our bodies and got it around my jug, 
holding it like I was nursing a baby. While he sucked at the big nipple, 
sort of chewing it with his lips, I swung my hips up under him, so that my 
cunt was raised and ready. He fingered it just a second or two longer, then 
put his hand under my ass. His pecker touched the other side of my bare 
rump. 

"I was reaching for it myself when he lifted his hips, settled himself in a 
better position over my upraised cunt, and drove his cock home. He fucked 
just like he did everything else ... mean! 

"There was no gentle teasing around my cunt, like other guys did, no givin' 
it just a little to get it ready for what was to come, no inching it in. He 
just drove it all the way up my cunt with all the strength he had, then 
started fucking like he was in a hurry to go some place. And it hurt! 

"I'd had bigger peckers, I reekon ... I just couldn't remember when! And he 
used his like he was afraid it was gonna fall off. Like this was gonna be 
his last piece. Like a bull mounts a randy cow. That was how he fucked. 

"As he rammed his pecker at me with all he had, pushing it right up to my 
tonsils, his teeth bit down hard on the nipple I was feeding him. It sent a 
fearsome pain through my body. Biting my bottom lip as I felt the pain 
ripple through me, I let my knocker go and clawed at his back with the nails 
of both hands. It only made him give me more of the same. 

"His teeth just dug deeper into my nipple, like he was trying to chew it 
off, and the hand he had under my ass tightened brutally on the soft, smooth 
flesh. His pecker banged into me so hard that I could feel the hard bony 
place at the top of his groin smashing itself against the little hill above 
my cunt. His mouth made funny grunting noises around my tit. He was starting 
to sweat. 

Those big nuts of his were swinging in against the naked orbs of my ass with 
each inward push of his big pecker, and my naked skin made a little 
squeaking noise as it rubbed against the straw. My cunt ached dully, like it 
was going to be split by the big rod he was. prying it with, and I heard 
myself begging him to slow down. 

"You don't want it slow, bitch,' he said, lifting his head from my breast 
and ramming me hard with his pecker, holding it all the way in me as he said 
it. 'Girl like you wants it fast. Wants it so's she can get a lot. Wants it 
hard. A hard and proper fucking, that's all a girl of your kind wants!' 

"And he kept right on giving me one.. 

"I threw my legs across his back, just above his ass, trying to slow him 
down. He just pumped it faster, and I could feel him sweating against my 
naked tits. His hand moved my ass around beneath him. I felt it starting to 
get good to me. It sure enough wasn't no fault of his ... but it was getting 
good! 

"I tightened my legs around him-a little trick that shortened the strokes of 
his pecker-and I let my own hips take up the motions of fucking, sort of 
revolving in little bumps and grinds beneath him, letting my cunt lift and 
fall to get a good taste of the pecker he was feeding it. 

"He had quit biting on my nipple and had pressed his face in the little dip 
below my throat, but the ache was still pounding in the tip of my knocker. 
Only it ached in a crazy kind of good way, like it does when it's gettin' a 
little loving. My cunt was feeling that dull ache, too, thumping and 
pounding all crazy-like, the way it does when I'm getting all stewed up and 
ready to come. 

"And then Pa grunted like a stallion breeding a favorite mare, shoved his 
pecker at me so hard I felt myself move backward on the straw, and came. He 
pulled it out while he was still dripping. A few drops fell on my belly, 
just above my cunt, and a few more left a wet place on my dress. He flopped 
over on his back, beside me on the straw. I laughed at him. Laughed like a 
maniac. 

"Pa,' I said, just as slow and as spiteful as I could, 'you're a lousy 
fuck!' Then I laughed again. 

"Just you wait and see,' he said. 'I ain't got started yet. I ain't done 
with you yet-just you wait and see.' 

"I'll wait,' I said. 'I'll sure enough do that.' 

"I closed my eyes and waited. 

"I smiled to myself as I listened to him breathing heavy beside me. I'd done 
just what I'd set out to do. I'd made the pious old bastard do the same 
thing he'd been tormentin' me about these past three years. I'd made him do 
it-and it would haunt the better-than-thou old son of a bitch the rest of 
his days. At least, I hoped it would. Three years, he'd made me suffer ... 
God! It seemed like a century! 

"And it had started right here. Right in this very barn. Only it was good 
that time. And different. And it was more by accident than anything else. No 
... not by accident. More out of curiosity, I guess. At least on my part. 
Who can say what made Clay do his part in what we did? ... 

"Clay was my older brother, seventeen then, to my fourteen, and I thought he 
could walk on water. I followed him around like a puppy. When he'd letter 
me, that is. He was tall and long, with a proud way of carrying himself, and 
there ain't no doubt at all he was' the handsomest boy anywhere around 
Piney. I wasn't the only girl followed him around, I can tell you. Maybe I 
was wantin' the same thing as the rest of 'em, I don't know. But if I was 
wantin' to be laid by him, I'd never admitted it to myself. Not until the 
day it happened. 

"I was standing at the pasture fence, leaning over with my elbows on the top 
railing, when Clay came up behind me. I knew he was there but I didn't pay 
him any mind. I was watching King, Pa's big red stud, as he tried to mount 
one of the three mares we owned. Then Clay goosed me, way up between my 
legs. 

"Don't do that, Clay!' I yelled, turning and almost falling backward. He 
grinned at me. 

"Ain't we touchy today, Pear lie May,' he said, using my middle name like he 
always did. 'You got somethin' up there that wasn't there last week?' He 
slapped me on the butt ... hard! 

"Ouch! You just ain't supposed to touch girls ... there.' We'd always kidded 
around, wrestled, stuff like that, but recently I'd been trying to avoid 
those kind of things ... for a simple reason. It gave me that kind of 
feeling I got when I necked with a boy, and it left me feeling empty when it 
was over. 

"Hell, you're my sister. I seen everything you've got,' Clay said. That was 
the truth; we'd shared a bed until I was twelve. He looked at me sort of 
funny, then said, 'Of course, you're gettin' a helluva lot more of it. Hey! 
You're even gettin' titties!' 

"I've got titties,' I corrected, standing so the round little swells poked 
out against my thin green dress. 'In case you ain't noticed, I've got more 
than that Sue Watson you're always sniffing around.' I blushed as soon as I 
realized what I'd said. 

"Hey! You sound almost like you're jealous,' he said, then he ran his eyes 
up and down my body. He shook his head like he was passing judgment on me, 
then said, 'You ought to do a better job of paddin', though. Any fool can 
see you're wearing falsies.' 

"I knew he was just poking fun at me, the way he was forever doing, but 
still I said, 'Do they feel like falsies'!' And taking his hand, I placed it 
on my tit. With that one stupid, childish move, I ruined both our lives. 

"He jerked his hand away like I'd burned him, and his eyes gave me a look 
I'd never seen in them. I knew right off that I'd given him the hots, and it 
somehow prodded me into teasing him about it. 

"Do they feel false'!' I asked. 

"No, they ain't false,' he said, sort of choking on the words. He looked 
away, then looked back again, and his eyes kept dropping to my tits. 'Seems 
like my sister's done turned into a woman.' 

"It gave me a hot feeling just knowing he'd think of me as a woman. Clay 
could have had most any girl he wanted, yet here he was staring at my tits 
like he wanted me. Just before he turned his back and leaned on the fence, I 
saw that his pecker was hard. He did want me. It gave me a crazy sort of 
thrill. 

"Won't be too long before half the boys in Piney'll be hanging around the 
house,' he said. 'Tryin' to mount you like old King's trying to mount that 
mare.' 

"I saw that the stallion was on the mare, biting her neck as he tried to 
breed her. I felt a crazy urge to show Clay that I was the woman he'd said I 
was, that I was no baby. 

"Maybe a couple of them have,' I said, lying. Then I turned and walked 
toward the barn, swinging my hips like a stripper, and all the way there I 
could feel Clay's eyes following the sway of my butt. He followed me a few 
minutes later. 

"Who done it to you'!' he asked. I was using a pitchfork to toss hay into 
one of the feeding stalls and I just kept right on working. Over my 
shoulder, so he couldn't see my face and know I was lying, I said, 'Wouldn't 
you like to know.. Who you been adoing it with'! 

"More than a few. They all like it, too.' 

"I'll bet.' 

"And they keep right on coming back for more,' he bragged, and I turned 
around in time to see he'd been staring at my ass as I bent to scoop up the 
hay. He blushed a deep red, the first time I'd ever seen him flustered, and 
I grinned at him as I said, 'You see somethin' you like, Clay'! You lookin' 
at somethin' them other girls ain't got'!' 

"You shouldn't tease like you're doing, Pearl,' he said, and the nervous way 
he said it made me see he was fighting back a desire to put his hands on me 
again, to kiss me, to ... Looking him right in the eyes, I dropped the 
pitchfork and said, 'I ain't teasing you, Clay. I ain't teasing you a bit.' 

"When he put his arms around me and pulled me close against him, kissing' me 
on the mouth, I was surprised to feel that he was shaking almost as bad as I 
was. His hard thighs were pressed against mine, and I could feel them 
trembling through his jeans. His hands were actually-shaking as he cupped 
the cheeks of my ass and lifted me so I was standing on my toes, and he was 
breathing like he'd been running hard. So was. I. 

"I'd never before been kissed the way he was kissing me ... with his mouth 
open and his tongue moving. His hands, too, were doing things I'd never 
before felt. They were working the soft round little globes of my butt, 
pulling me against the hard swell at the fly of his pants, making me shake 
worse than ever. I was all dizzy by the time he scooped me up in his arms 
and carried me toward the back of the barn. 

"And then we were on the straw. 

"I looked up into his handsome face as he fumbled with the buttons at the 
front of my dress, and he looked like he was hypnotized or something. His 
eyes looked to be out of focus. Then I felt the dress open' down the front, 
leaving my titties naked: As he looked down at them, blinking, I almost 
threw my arms across them, covering myself up like a girl's supposed to do. 
But he didn't give me time for such foolishness, anyhow.' 

"With a little gurgling cry from somewhere in his throat, he flung himself 
down on my naked breast. I felt a shock like the kind you get from icy water 
as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. His one hand covered my other 
tittie, doing things to-it, and I rolled my head from side to side on the 
straw. I could feel my nipples getting bigger and bigger, swelling like 
they'd bust for sure. 

"When his other hand slipped under my dress and started rubbing me on the 
insides of my legs, I just naturally parted my thighs to make it easier for 
him. My pussy was wet inside my panties, just all wet and craving to be 
touched, the way it sometimes got. My body jerked when his fingers touched 
my crotch. I put both hands on the back of his head, holding him as he 
sucked and sucked and sucked on my rigid little nipples, and my fingers 
tugged at his hair when I felt him slip my panties to one side and touch his 
fingers to my bare pussy. He fingered the' tight little slit for a moment, 
then, as I lifted my rear to make it easier, he tugged my panties off. 

"The rough straw felt good against my naked ass and legs, his mouth felt 
even better as it worked on my tits, and the best feeling of all was the 
touch of his fingers on my wet little cunt. I got my hand between us and 
unzipped his pants. I put my hand on his pecker, the first one I'd ever 
touched. 

"He pulled back when I touched his pecker, like he was surprised, and then 
he smiled down at my hand. 'You sure know what a cock's made for, don't 
you?' he said, then reached down to put his hand over mine. He moved my hand 
on his cock and said, 'Just can't wait to get it in you, can you?' 

"I nodded my head stupidly, staring down at his pecker, and I was starting 
to get scared. I hadn't really meant to go all this far. A little playing 
with each other, a little kissing ... just letting him see I had as much as 
most girls. That was all. But I'd heard it hurt something awful the first 
time around, and his pecker was so big ... 

"Clay didn't give me no chance to back out, though, or to show him I really 
was the tease he'd said. He suddenly rolled between my legs and, with his 
hard pecker just sticking out the open fly of his jeans, he slipped both 
hands under my ass and lifted me to him. As I felt the head of his pecker 
touch the lips of my cunt, I started to cry out, to say something, but then 
he fell heavily down on me and was kissing me on the mouth while he used one 
hand to guide the head of his cock into the narrow slit of my cunt. 

"As the head of his pecker prodded itself at the tight little cleft, I felt 
all my fear leave me. It was good! Just like it was when I touched it, when 
Clay'd touched it. 

"Then he pushed it in. 

"I felt something stretch tight inside of me, tighter as the rod of his 
pecker tried to push it aside. Then it gave way with a searing flash of pain 
and a ripping of flesh and his pecker was way up in me, gripped tight. I 
cried out as I felt him move. 

"I'll never know what made Clay stop. It may be that he heard my cry; it may 
be that he felt the warm blood that was seeping from me. But he suddenly 
stopped and backed himself out and knelt there looking down like he couldn't 
believe his eyes. 

"Well, I'll be goddamned, a goddamned virgin,' he said. 'Why did you ... ' 

"And that was when Pa came in the barn. 

"He just stood there blinking for a second or so, and then he bellowed like 
a bull and went after Clay. Went after him with his fists, too. Clay just 
stood and took the whippin' for as long as he could, like he didn't even 
care, but finally he tried to fight back. 

"It didn't make much difference, though, because Pa was just too strong. Too 
strong and too mean. He like to of killed Clay, beating him until he was 
down on the floor and his face was covered with blood, and then stomping him 
with his heavy boots. And when I tried to stop him, he just knocked me aside 
like I was a feather and told me he'd see to me later, then kept right on 
kicking at Clay. His own son, and he beat him like that. 

"Clay left Piney that day. Left and ain't been back. And I got my beating 
later, just like Pa had promised. It was just a hint of the beatings the old 
bastard was to give me over the next three years. But he was never going to 
beat me again. Not now, now that the hateful old bastard had fucked me 
himself. 

"And was hoping to do it again." 

As the reader has learned from the opening portion of this study, Pearl was 
the child of a rural couple of low income. Her father lacked an education; 
he was, in fact, semi-illiterate. He was later described by Pearl (in 
portions of the interview not included in her narrative) as a man totally 
lacking in affection, even toward his, wife, or toward Pearl as a child. 

So it was probably a reaction to this aloofness on the part of her father 
that directed Pearl's affection and devotion toward her older brother, Clay. 
And it was, of course, this total devotion, even adoration, which motivated 
Pearl toward the commission of brother-sister incest. Clay, of course, 
simply yielded to the temptations of her childish sexual advances. 

Though most researchers have concluded that the incidence of incest is 
somewhat higher among the class of which Pearl is a part (the less-educated, 
those with lower incomes, those from rural communities), the greater 
frequency is not because the taboo against incest is less strong among these 
groups, it is due to other factors. 

In a low-income family, a brother and sister are much more likely to share a 
room, or, for that matter, a bed. The opportunity for sexual exploration is 
much greater. So is the opportunity for the early creation of sexual 
curiosity, along with the chance to satisfy it. 

In many such households, the child may even share a room with one or more 
adults. If not, there still exists the lack of privacy which exposes the 
child to an awareness of the sexual differences that exist among other 
members of the household; glimpses of the parents in a state of nudity, or 
near nudity, are inevitable. So is an early understanding by the child that 
the parents sleep together. 

While this early exposure to those children of the opposite sex, and to 
adults, may be healthy in many respects, it certainly tends to lower the 
sexual barriers that exist between male and female children reared in 
households where greater privacy is afforded. 

Children raised in rural areas are inclined to see sexual matters as a more 
natural function of the body than are their counterparts who live in the 
city. They are exposed to sex from an early age onward. They know how cattle 
and horses breed; they often see them doing so. They know how the young are 
born. 

Wayland Young, in a dissertation on the genetic dangers involved in incest, 
observed that: 

The best cattle and the best racehorses are produced by continuous incest 
over tens of generations. 'Best' in a cow or racehorse, however, is most 
reliable: a stock which will stay fat or swift, and will not risk its 
owner's profits by suddenly changing its shape or weight. Stockbreeding 
consists of using incest as a fixative. Might not this serve to weaken the 
fear of genetic damage due to incest among-those humans who know of it? 

It seems a logical conclusion, though the fear of genetic damage is less 
likely to be a factor among the young. Most would not even understand the 
term. It is more probable that exposure to the inbreeding of livestock 
leaves the child with a vague sense that sexual intercourse is no less 
acceptable between members of the same family than it would be between any 
other couple. 

The rural child has less social contacts, in most cases, than the child of 
the city, and the contact with members of the immediate family increases in 
direct proportion; so does the opportunity for sexual contact. 

Finally, though it is by no means true in all cases, the less-educated are 
far less likely to explain sexual matters to their children than parents 
with a higher level of education. Sex is just there for many of these 
people, and the child will learn about it in due time. It is a measure of 
the strength of the taboo, against incest, however, that few of the parents 
who do recognize the need for open discussion and explanation of sexual 
matters would dream of warning their children against incest. 

Incest is simply not mentioned in our society. But it exists, and this 
refusal to admit its existence seems especially disturbing when considered 
alongside the following statement by Wayland Young: It is clear that 
brother-sister incest happens mainly in families where no one has got around 
to telling the children they shouldn't do it. 

If one can imagine a situation where no one tells the children anything at 
all about what they should and shouldn't do, and where, the school does not 
either, it is easy to imagine that there would be little against incest. 

It would be hard to find a more accurate description of the home-situation 
that led to Pearl's incest with her older brother. 

As she has mentioned, Pearl was never allowed to forget that day she was 
discovered in incestuous intercourse. Her father constantly berated her for 
it. He falsely accused her of sexual promiscuity with boys her own age. And 
he had driven from their home the only member of the family toward whom she 
had felt any affection ... her brother Clay. 

Pearl had once felt no emotion for her father; now she both hated and 
despised him, and his actions convinced her that he felt the same toward 
her. She began to change. 

When her mother and father harangued her before a neighboring couple for the 
"sin" she had committed, her interlude with Clay became a matter of common 
knowledge; and so, of course, did the reason for his departure. This made 
her an object of scorn and ridicule among girls her own age, a sexual target 
for boys, and was the greatest reason behind the sudden charge in her 
character. 

The sexual promiscuity of which she had been accused soon became fact. 

Sensing that her father was far more concerned with the "shame" she had 
brought upon the family than he was with her welfare, Pearl used her sexual 
looseness as a weapon with which she could strike back at him for the 
constant beatings she suffered at his hands. She saw that the destruction of 
her own reputation hurt him far worse than it did her (in her own eyes, at 
least), and she used it against him. 

While it may be that Pearl was convinced of the "sinfulness" of the act she 
had committed, and was subconsciously punishing herself by degrading herself 
sexually and encouraging further punishment from her father, it is also true 
that she soon recognized the frustrated sexual desires hidden behind the 
sadistic actions of her father. 

"The biological significance of it (sadism) seems to lie in the need for 
overcoming the resistance of the sexual object by means other than the 
process of wooing," Freud once wrote. Although Pearl would have been the 
last to think of it in such terms, she did see that her father was 
struggling, at times, with his own sexual desires. 

When Pearl realized that her father wanted her just as badly as Clay had 
wanted her, but was terrified at the thought of acting on his desires, she 
lost all fear of him. She began to torment him by openly flaunting her 
sexuality, by taunting him with the open revelation of sexual escapades, 
some real, some imagined. 

Though this infuriated her father, the beatings were made bearable by the 
knowledge that he was suffering the pain of his frustration. Besides, the 
beatings came anyway, submissive though she might be. 

Then came the day when Pearl realized she was capable of inflicting the 
ultimate in pain, shame and humiliation on the father she hated; she needed 
only to entangle him in the same web of incest which had caused him to treat 
her so cruelly. 

In the conclusion of this case, Pearl tells how she came to realize this and 
how it was accomplished. 

"Pa was half slumbering there on the straw beside me, sleepin' it off like a 
lot of older fellows do after they've had themselves a little. Takes them a 
while to get it back up. I lifted his soft pecker with my hand, let it fall 
back between his legs. He opened his eyes, looking at me with a mean glare. 

"Can't you get no lead in your pencil, Pa?' I asked, getting up on my knees 
beside him and bending over so that my big knockers hung down through the 
wide opening at the front of my unbuttoned dress. I looked mockingly down at 
his limp peter. 'Thought you was a real stud. Thought you could :ride a girl 
raw-assed. Looks to me like you ain't nothin' but a one-shot pistol,' I 
laughed. 

"I doubt the man was ever born could give you enough,' he said hatefully. 
'But just you wait ... ' 

"Ain't no sense in waitin,' I said, knowing I had to keep him here a good 
while longer. I had to keep him here until everything fell into place. 'I 
reckon maybe you could get it up if I sucked you off a little. You reckon 
so?' I said. 

"So you're that, too,' he said, like he was talking about a murderer or 
something. But I felt his pecker swelling a little as he spat, 'A filthy 
cocksucker! You've gotten that low!' 

"Ain't nothin' filthy about it ... unless maybe it's your pecker,' I threw 
right back at him. I noticed he wasn't exactly fightin' to get away. 'You 
gonna tell me Ma don't never suck it a little ... ' 

"Keep her name out of your filthy mouth!' he snapped, and I just smiled real 
easy at him as I bent low over his pecker and said, 'I ain't no filthier'n 
you, Pa. Remember? Me, you and Clay, we're all in the same boat. Or should I 
say family? And this ... ' I kissed his pecker. ' ... this is just a little 
fun among kinfolk.' 

"Before he had a chance to do any more arguing, I lifted his pecker and put 
the head of it between my lips. That stopped anything he might've meant to 
say. He just choked on his words as his pecker began slowly losing its 
softness in my mouth. I made myself imagine that it was the pecker of 
another man-any man but him-and that made it easier and more fun to give him 
a good and proper blow-job. 

"I sure as hell wouldn't kiss him on the lips, but kissing and sucking on 
his pecker was different. It was part of what I was doing to him. I made the 
most of it. 

"With his dick all soft and shrunk down like it was, I was able to get most 
all of it in my mouth. I used my lips to make a soft cushion over my teeth, 
so they wouldn't scrape him, and then I just opened wide and gobbled down on 
his pecker. It had a little hardness in it, and more getting there all the 
time, and that kept me from bein' able to put it all in my mouth; besides, 
even soft, it was a pretty good-sized dick. 

"But I managed to take it down far enough into my mouth that the tip of it 
was poking me right near my throat, and then I just eased my way back up his 
prod, keeping my lips around it like a tight little hairless cunt and 
sucking so hard on it that I tasted a little come being oozed into-my mouth. 
That went right on down my throat. 

"His pecker was hard as a rock by the time I'd gone down on it and sucked my 
way back up for the third time, and I could feel his hands pawing me all 
over. One of them was under me, holding tight to the soft white flesh of my 
naked tit, and the other one was between my legs, up on my cunt. 

"He had tossed the skirt of my dress up over my ass, leaving me stark naked 
down there, and his hand was rubbing away at my cunt. He'd bruised me up 
pretty good with the hard way he'd put the pecker to me earlier, but his 
hand felt surprisingly good as it rubbed across the lips of my cunt. I 
opened my legs for him. 

"My cunt was damp inside and out from the come he'd dumped in me, and from 
the steam I was working up as I mouthed his pecker, and I reckon that's what 
all at once gave me the idea of wanting him to eat my cunt. Damn! ... what 
an idea! 

"A filthy cocksucker!' he had called me, and maybe I was. But what would 
that make him if he ate my cunt? If he ate it now, while it was still full 
of his own come ... what would that make him? I didn't know, but I knew he'd 
remember it every time he thought of me. He'd remember the taste of sticky 
flesh. The taste of his own cock, maybe, and he'd be too ashamed to even 
think of me as 'a filthy cocksucker!' 

"But he had to do it without me asking. It would be better that way. He'd 
have only himself to blame whenever he remembered the way he'd sucked at my 
cunt and tasted the thick cream from his own pecker, the way he'd licked and 
sucked at my cunt and went after ... 

"As I sucked at his rock-hard pecker, I felt myself getting hot and horny 
just from the thought of having him stick his tongue up my cunt ... up the 
wet cunt he was rubbing. But I wasn't going to ask. 

"I didn't have to. I'd learned from experience what most men will do when 
they're having their pecker sucked, especially if a girl has enough brains 
to make it a little easier for them. So I just made it a little easier for 
Pa to eat my cunt. 

"I just shifted myself around, like I was trying to find a position that 
would make it easier for me to suck him off, and then I just lifted one leg 
and threw it across him, so I was straddling him with my cunt right above 
his face. Then I went right on sucking him off, but slower, so he'd be a 
long time coming. 

"I doubt that the old bastard had ever thought of sucking a pussy 
before-that's how pious the old son of a bitch was-or, if he'd ever thought 
about it. He was too big a hypocrite to admit it to anyone, even the woman 
who owned the cunt. But now he had one staring him in the face. 

"And my mind was made up that he was going to eat it. 

"I braced myself above him by putting both my hands on the thick patch of 
hair above his pecker, my fingers spread and my thumbs just touching the 
thick base of it, and I bent down and touched my tongue to the tip of it. It 
wobbled a little as I licked at the tip of it, so I steadied it with the 
fingers of one hand. He lifted his hips a little, trying, I reckon, to get 
me to take his pecker all the way back in my mouth. But this was my 
ballgame, and we were playing by my rules. 

"I just kept on licking his cock, running my tongue all they way down the 
sides, around the head, flicking the big blue vein with my tongue, and I 
moved my ass from side to side above his face. He had his arms sort of 
wrapped around my legs, reaching under me with both hands to tug at my 
knockers, and I was beginning to think maybe he wouldn't eat it. So I spread 
my knees wider and lowered my cunt down closer to his face. Holding his 
pecker against the side of my throat with one hand, I leaned way down past 
it and began working on his nuts. I sucked hairy, wrinkled flesh between my 
lips, nipped it teasingly with my teeth, licked it with quick little strokes 
of the tip of my tongue, and I felt one of his hands leave my tit. 

"It went between my open thighs, rubbed them a little, and then moved up. I 
felt his lips touch my legs, one, then the other, way down by my knees. He 
kissed me a little higher as his hand touched my pussy. Then higher still. I 
felt him spread the lips of my cunt. His head lifted higher between my 
thighs, rolling from side to side as he kissed his way closer to the cunt he 
was spreading with his fingers. His hand left, went back to my knocker, and 
I felt his warm breath spreading over my inner thighs, close to my gash. 

"I put my mouth back over the head of his cock and began sucking it as his 
hands left my tits and moved back to the cheeks of my ass. 

"And then I lowered my rear until I felt the first touch of his lips against 
my gash. He'd never call me a cocksucker again, I knew. He kissed it like he 
was afraid it was going to bite him or something, just holding himself up 
between my thighs with his face barely touching the lips of my cunt. Or 
maybe he was just checking to see if he liked the taste. But whatever it was 
he soon got over it. 

"As I began sucking his cock in dead earnest, mouthing the head of it like I 
was starving to death and using the fingers of both hands to beat off the 
rod of it and tease his nuts, I felt him start eating my cunt like he'd been 
raised on it. If this was the first time he'd ever eaten gash, all I can say 
is that he was born with a talent for it. 

"He pressed his face up into the wet lips of my cunt, licking me like I'd 
never been licked before. His tongue moved like a wet little pecker. It 
crawled around the tight outer lips. It pried them open and went between 
them. It moved in and out like a cock. His head moved between my legs, 
dragging that tongue back and forth through my cunt, and once he pressed his 
face so deep into the wet trench that I even felt his nose go between the 
lips. I let my weight shift so that my cunt was pressing down on his face, 
pushing his head down beneath me. I raised my head from his pecker. 

"Suck my cunt good, Pa,' I said, grinding it against his face. I wanted him 
to remember for the rest of his life every last detail of what we'd done 
today. I tightened my thighs around him. 'Suck every last drop of come out 
of it. There! Suck it like that!' 

"He was damned sure doing as he was told. 

"His lips were fastened tight over my cunt, pulling hard at the slimy flesh, 
and his mouth made funny noises as he tried to suck the juice back out of 
me. I felt the stiff little bud at the front of my cunt get itself sucked 
into his hungry mouth, and the good feeling of it caused me to get a hunger 
of my own. I fed that hunger with a big mouthful of his pecker. 

"His tongue was giving me a good case of the-hot-and-hornies. It was settled 
on the little button of my clit now, licking it up good and proper, and I 
returned the favor by skinning his cock with my lips. With my mouth moving 
up and down his pecker in a steady bobbing that I knew would bring him off 
in my mouth before very long, I let my hips pump above his mouth in a 
fuck-like roll that would do the same for me. In a matter of seconds, it did 
just that. 

"I busted loose right in his mouth, squirming and wiggling like crazy, and 
he kept right on a-sucking at my cunt. He still had me coming when I felt 
his pecker spew its thick cream into my mouth and down my throat. When the 
last of it was swallowed and his mouth had fallen away from my cunt, I 
turned around and put my arms around him, snuggling up close ... just like I 
liked him. 

"Now that he'd gotten his nuts off for the second time, I knew he'd be 
wantin' to leave. Just like any man leaves a woman once he's done with her, 
he'd be ready to walk out. 

"And I had to keep him there. 

"That was good, Pa,' I said, changing the tone of my voice so I sounded like 
a purring kitten. 'Real good. You're a real man, sure enough.' I pressed my 
whole body against him, like I was trying to get right inside his skin. 

"At first, I thought he was gonna pull away and leave me. But he was 
sufferin' that kind of tiredness most men go through after a good hump, and 
he just settled back into my arms again. I even thought I saw him smile. 

"While I locked my legs around him and stroked the back of his head with my 
fingers, I started giving him a big line of horse manure about how he was 
the best piece I'd ever had, telling him that I'd really always wanted him 
to put the pecker to me, and talking about how we could do it all the time 
from now on. 

"Well, the man ain't born who don't like to hear that kind of talk, so 
before long he was snuggling up with his face resting against my knockers, 
eatin' my words up just like he'd ate my cunt, and even puttin' in a few of 
his own. He wasn't in no hurry to get away anymore, and I just kept right on 
sweet talking him until he dropped off to sleep with his head resting 
against my knockers. 

"If everything turned out like I'd planned it, it was going to happen pretty 
damn soon, I figured. While I waited, I held him real easy, so he wouldn't 
wake up and I thought about how I'd first got the idea of doing what. I was 
doing. Strange I hadn't thought of it a long time .before. But I hadn't. Not 
until the night before ... when Henry had made me see just how possible it 
was. 

"I'd snuck out of the house after supper and met Henry on down the road from 
our house, and we'd drove on over to his place. Les, his little brother, was 
the only one there, and we'd gone right on in the bedroom and stripped for 
action. Les, too, because Henry said he was apt to tell the folks if he 
didn't get a-little pussy for himself. I figured that was just an excuse to 
cut his little brother in, but I didn't argue about it. I'd had a lot more 
than two run a train on me before, and Henry knew it. 

"Les was just fourteen, four years younger than Henry, a skinny little 
fellow with sandy hair and freckles, and he was impatient as all get out. He 
was pawing on my tits 'fore I even had a chance to get on the bed, and I 
expected to see come start squirtin' out of his hard little pecker any 
second. 

"Henry just laughed and pushed him away from me and said, 'Don't go gettin' 
your bowels in no uproar, boy. Ain't nobody said a word about you goin' 
first.' He got down on the bed beside me and put his hand between my legs. 
'I don't fuck after no man. Especially after all the trouble I hadda go to 
t' get Pearl here, away from that bastard Pa of hers.' Pa had used a shotgun 
to chase Henry off our place one time, and Henry, big as he was, was scared 
to death of him. 

"Well, get it on then, huh?' Les said, prancing around, nervous as could be. 
He looked at me. 'I'm horny as hell. You gonna fuck 'er or ain't you?' He 
rubbed his balls with both hands. 

"Henry ignored him. 'I know why the old motherfucker tries to keep you 
cooped up like a chicken,' he said. He rubbed my cunt. 'He's jealous 'cause 
he ain't gettin' none of this. He can't get his, so he thinks everybody else 
oughta go hungry. That's what! You think I ain't never seen the way the 
horny old shit looks at you? In town last week, I ...' 

'If you ain't gonna fuck 'er, why not let me take firsts?' Les interrupted, 
and he was begging so hard I laughed. But Henry had set me to thinking. I 
patted the bed beside me. 'There's room for three,' I said. 'And I know a 
way you both can go first. But let me hear this, okay?' I put my hand on his 
pecker as he scampered into bed beside me. 

"The man just wants to fuck you, ain't no more to it,' Henry said, and just 
shut up about it. He was ready to fuck. 

"It come to me in a flash that Henry was right. All this time, these three 
years, while Pa'd been whippin' me, yellin' at me and wantin' to know where 
I'd been and who I'd been lettin' do it to me now, he'd been just gettin' 
himself all worked up and horny, and he was dying for a piece of my tail. 
Dying for it. Right then I could see his face and the expression that was 
always on it when he beat me, and I knew for certain that Henry was right. 

"How we both gonna go first?' Les asked, bringing me back to the present, 
where I lay between them on the bed, one of my hands on each of their hard 
peckers. Henry was kissing me in the dark hair above my cunt. Les was on his 
side, holding my knocker and looking like he was trying to get up enough 
nerve to lean down and suck it. 

"You ever had your pecker sucked, little fellow?' I asked, and I jacked my 
hand up and down it a couple of times. He was shaking as he said, 'Sure I've 
had it sucked ... lotsa times,' and I knew he was lying, trying to play big. 

"Henry laughed as I said, 'Then you know how you're both gonna be first,' 
and he moved around and made room for me as I got on my knees with my hair 
and my knockers hanging down beneath me and got ready to suck his little 
brother's pecker. All three of us knew he was just bragging, that this was 
going to be his first blow-job. 

"So I made it a good one. 

"He was so tight and nervous that I had to use my hands to pry his skinny 
little legs apart before I could get my facedown between them and lick him 
on the nuts, and when I raised up a little and touched one of my nipples to 
the head of his dick, he moaned and squirmed so bad, I thought he was going 
to come right open. I felt Henry behind me. 

"He was settling himself in against my ass, get ting ready to fuck me from 
behind, and his pecker was hot and hard as it banged against the insides of 
my legs. His hands were on my waist, raising me the way he wanted me, and 
his cock-hairs felt rough on my naked butt. I liked the feel of them, so I 
wiggled my butt. Then I turned my head to look at the face of his little 
brother. It was red as a sun burn. 

"All them other blow-jobs you had been slow and good like this one?' I 
asked, teasing him. 'Or do most of your girls just get a big mouthful of 
pecker and suck it till you get off? You rather I just blow you fast?' I 
watched his head roll from side to side as I worked the skin of his pecker 
with my fingers. He tried to answer, but just tangled himself up on the 
words. I licked the head of his pecker. 

"You got the kid so horny he'll spend the next month beatin' his meat,' 
Henry laughed from behind me. He reached beneath me and got a hand on my 
knocker, touched the head of his pecker to my cuntlips, and said, 'Better 
take him off, else he'll go crazy.' 

"So I went ahead and took him off. 

"He snorted and squirmed around on the bed as I sucked onto the head of his 
long slim pecker, and I tasted a drop of come as it seeped into my mouth. He 
was really hot. I used every trick I knew to make him hotter-teasing his 
nuts with my fingers, tongue swirls on the head of his prick, slow, 
drawn-out suckings-and I had myself almost worked to the point of coming 
when I felt Henry give me the first heavenly shove of his cock.' He really 
put it deep. 

"I think I'm gettin' ready ... I think I'm ... ' Les whinnied, his thin hips 
bucking as I bobbed my lips faster over his prick, and then he came in my 
mouth. I kept right on sucking, while Henry fucked away at me from behind. 
My cunt was warming to his touch. 

"As I sucked thirstily at the thick come pouring from the pecker of the 
young boy beneath me, I could feel the bigger cock of the older one plowing 
through the wet flesh of my cunt, really pouring it on. He knew how I liked 
it. With hard pushes he hammered the head of his prick against the rear of 
my cunt and brought his hairy nuts swinging in between my legs. Henry knew 
that I liked it. That was why he gave it to me that way. 

"And Les, like most young boys can do, got his right back up again. It had 
gone half-soft inside my mouth as he lost the last of his come, but my 
fingers on his balls and my tongue on his prick brought it right back to 
life. By the time I felt my cunt starting to shake and shimmy around Henry's 
pumping cock, tightening with pure joy as I came for the first time, Les was 
hard as a rock and was holding the back of my head with one hand as he 
struggled to fuck me in the mouth; and by the time I'd gotten my rocks off 
for the second and then the third time, and Henry had cried out and shot so 
much come into me that it filled my cunt and then ran in warm streams down 
the insides of my thighs, the kid was going again. He came less this time 
and I had hardly any trouble swallowing it. Hardly any trouble at all. 

"It was late when I got home, and I knew I was going to catch it for 
certain. But it didn't make no difference. I had my mind made up by that 
time, and I was just sorry I hadn't thought of it sooner. It just took 
Henry's proddin' to make me see all the things that'd been at the back of my 
mind. Like the way he'd accuse me of bein' out fucking even when he knew I 
couldn't have been. And the way he used to make me pull up my dress while he 
strapped me, back before I stood up to him and put a stop to that. The 
excuses he'd found to beat on me and yell at me. They all added up. 

"It had been eating his goddamned guts out 'cause he'd been dying to fuck me 
and wasn't man enough to try. And he'd made me go through hell because of 
it. But never again, I promised myself. 

"It was his turn to suffer a little. By the time I walked in the house I had 
it all figured out, and he didn't scare me a bit when he came angrily out of 
his chair by the fireplace and demanded, 'What you think you're doing comin' 
home this hour of the night? Where in tarnation you been?' 

"Ma just got up and left the room, like she always did when she knowed he 
was going to give me a whipping. I watched her go, then said, 'You really 
want to hear what I been doin', not where I been, don't you, Pa? Ain't that 
it?' He was pulling off his belt, like he thought I'd stand there and let 
him use it on me. 'You'd rather I'd tell you about who I been fuckin', 
wouldn't you? Well, there was two of 'em, and I ... ' 

"You keep a civil tongue in your mouth!' he shouted, and he looked like he 
couldn't believe I was standing up to him like I was. 

"I finished the sentence he'd interrupted. ' ... and I sucked one of 'em's 
pecker. Would've sucked 'em both, but one fellow liked his straight. Ain't 
that about what you wanted to hear?' 

"Little spawn of Satan,' he sputtered. He just stood and stared at me, 
hating me with his eyes, wanting me with them, too. I almost laughed when I 
looked at the front of his britches. I walked right up to him and put my 
hand there. 

"Ain't no use wastin' a good hard on, Pa, or just keepin' yourself horny by 
thinkin' 'bout it,' I said. 'Not when you and me could get together and 
knock some off just about any time we had a notion. We could get together 
down at the barn-' I saw the slap coming but didn't even try to duck. 

"It knocked me a little bit backward, and caused my ears to ring, but I 
didn't even reach up to rub at my burning cheek. It wasn't all that bad. It 
was like I'd took the strength out of him somehow. I just stared right at 
him and said, 'Maybe I'd even go down on you, if you was to ask me real 
nice.' 

"Just a sinful little slut,' he said, standing there like he was frozen to 
the spot. He-was still standing there staring at me when I walked to the 
door of my room. He didn't say a word when I looked back and said, 'I'll be 
waitin' down at the barn around four tomorrow ... just in case you want to 
try a little of what everybody else has been a-gettin'.' Then I went in my 
room and closed the door. 

"And by God! ... he had showed up. And I was holding his naked body between 
my legs, his face against my tits, waiting for the final piece to fall in 
place. If it did, he'd spend the rest of his life paying for the pussy I'd 
given him. But it had to work, I kept telling myself over and over, it just 
had to. 

"Then, just when I was starting to think maybe it wasn't and that I was 
going to have to try another time, I heard the creak of the barn door being 
pushed inward. Ma stepped through the door and stood there blinking as she 
tried to adjust her eyes to the changed light inside the barn. 

"Pearl, what's all this foolishness of leaving me a note to come clear down 
to the ... ' She started to ask about the note she'd found when she came 
home, then stopped as she realized what she was seeing. Pa's eyes blinked 
open and he tried to sit up. 

"I held him with my legs until Ma couldn't possibly doubt what she was 
seeing, then I let him go. He scrambled to his feet. 

"You filthy son of a bitch!' she screamed at him, and she' barely noticed me 
as I walked past her and out the door. She was still yelling when I reached 
the house. I, knew it would be a lifetime before she stopped. 

"I changed into the best dress I owned, combed out my hair and straightened 
my makeup. Then I took two hundred dollars from Pa's savings in the flour 
bin, put it in my purse and checked the time. I had less than an hour before 
the bus was due-to leave for Nashville. 

"I walked out of the house and down the road that led to the world and I 
never once thought of looking back." 

And so it was that revenge-not love or even desire-motivated Pearl to lure 
her father into the same incestuous situation which had led to her own 
punishment at his hands. 

But even though Pearl was able to leave her home and family behind her, she 
was unable to escape the scarring memories. From Nashville she drifted 
through a succession of larger cities, paying her way as a prostitute. At 
the time she was interviewed, she was living with an experienced lesbian, 
also a prostitute, and felt sure she was unable to have a meaningful 
relationship with any man. She attributes this to her experiences with her 
father, and is probably correct in doing so. 

It is just one example of the possible cost of sex between Daughters and 
Fathers. 

 CONCLUSION 

Are the taboos against sexual intercourse between members of the same 
family-especially the taboo against coitus between parent and offspring, 
most certainly the strongest restriction of all-falling by the wayside? is 
the liberal society which spawned organized mate-swapping and which has now 
clearly accepted the fact that sexual acts between consenting adults are not 
a matter of legalities now ready to relinquish its control over the 
intra-family mating of those who choose to do so? Are daughter and father 
marriages (assuming that the father is otherwise free) a possibility of the 
future? 

While these questions may at first sound absurd when one considers the 
attitude of the average person toward the subject of incest, they gain a 
certain degree of plausibility when one reads a history of incest before 
attempting to answer them. 

Wayland Young, M.P., a member of the House of Lords, who has been quoted 
previously in this book, has compiled a fascinating study of the varying 
attitudes toward incest throughout the history of the world. It is from this 
study that I now quote. 

Among the Incas and certain other pre-literate societies, and at times in 
Ancient Egypt, incest was permitted or even encouraged among royalty, and in 
many bellicose tribes intercourse between family members was (and still is) 
encouraged before battle, in the belief that it makes the soldiers braver. 

But at other times and in other places, the taboo has been exceptionally 
strong, as Young points out: In the tenth and eleventh centuries in Europe, 
marriage was prohibited by canon law between anything up to sixth cousins; 
in other words, as far as, and perhaps sometimes farther than, the family 
records could reach. 

It was only in 1918 that Roman Catholic canon law got around to allowing 
third cousins to marry, and it still does not allow first cousins to do so. 
It has always been easy to get dispensation from these provisions, but they 
were, and are there. 

The penalty for incest has been death at various times and places, and is 
still prison, though in most civilized countries now, the forces of law and 
order are as quick to send an offender to a psychiatrist as to exact the 
full rigor. 

Brother-sister incest was, oddly enough, not a criminal offense in England 
between 1660 and 1908, but was only an offense at the Canon Law. 

Thus it can be seen that the taboo against incest has been a changing thing, 
the seriousness of the offense and the severity of the punishment being 
subject to the whims of those who at a given moment in history are charged 
with enforcement of the moral code. 

While acceptance of sexual intercourse between a father and his daughter is 
most likely beyond what our society is capable of writing into its moral 
code at any time in the foreseeable future, it is certain that we are now in 
one of those periods in time when the punishment meted out to those who 
commit incest is less severe than it has been in the past. 

But the revulsion felt by the average person toward those who are discovered 
in incest remains strong. Why is this so? 

Each of us has heard tales of the dire results of inbreeding. Writers refer 
to the Habsburgs, and tell of villages where incest prevails and nobody is 
quite sane. Or the villagers are deformed, and perhaps most children die at 
birth. We all recall tales of gloomy castles with crazy hermits screaming in 
the night. These are the things we mentally connect with the word "incest." 

Others before us have made similar connections. The Zulus, for instance, 
believed that the spirits of their ancestors would turn the offspring born 
of incest into demonic monsters. The Mojave Indians held to the belief that 
incest foretold the extinction of the tribe, like mass suicide. The 
Tikopians of Polynesia believed incestuous marriages would be barren, that 
the offspring must surely die; the ancestors would kill them, they believed, 
because the other ancestors would laugh. 

Genetic evidence regarding birth defects directly resulting from incest is 
extremely complicated, and still uncertain. The theoretical genetics of 
consanguinity (inbreeding) can be set out clearly enough, however. Put quite 
simply, it is this: We are all bred from the same ancestors; if this were 
not so, the population of the world a thousand years ago would have had to 
be a thousand times what it is now in order to give us enough ancestors. 

We therefore quite often marry relatives without being aware of it. The 
likelihood of our meeting up with a destructive recessive gene which matches 
our own increases in a straight line from our most distant cousin to our own 
brother or sister, mother or father. But it is a slight increase only. 

What has a much greater effect on the genetic structure, and increases or 
decreases the chance of deformation or retardation accordingly, is the 
amount of inbreeding that has taken place among earlier generations of the 
family. 

If cousin marriage, or incest between brother and sister, father and 
daughter, or any of the other variations possible has been fairly common 
among our ancestors, we run no great risk of having less than normal 
offspring by our cousin, or sister, or daughter than by anyone else. 

But if we live in a society where the restrictions against incest have long 
been strong, as they have been in America, England and most of Europe, where 
even marriage between cousins is frowned upon, if not illegal, then our 
chances of having substandard children as the result of incestuous pregnancy 
will be greatly increased. 

That, at least, is the theory. Current research does indeed seem to show it 
reflected in reality. But none of this can have been visible to our 
ancestors, against the background of disease and death which prevailed when 
we were learning our present sexual customs; thus the strong taboo against 
incest must have another origin than this. The origin itself may also 
explain the varying strength of the taboo at different times and in 
different places. 

Man is the only animal who recognizes his own kin once they are grown. At 
the point in his story when we learned to do this, and the concepts of 
sister, mother, daughter, father and son were formed, we began to 
distinguish, and endogamy and exogamy began. When two things are different, 
you treat them differently. 

Since a marriage within the family added less strength or wealth or skill 
than a marriage which brought a new member into the unit, it was soon seen 
that incest should be discouraged, if only for reasons of survival. Among 
most groups it was. Among other tribes and groups, those whose survival was 
not so dependent on the strength of the family unit, the taboo was less 
strong. This probably accounts for the differences in the taboo among the 
cultures of today. 

Feeling against incest has fluctuated throughout history, and it may be that 
we are now entering a period when enforcement against the taboo is on the 
wane. It would be wrong to conclude, however, that incest will be accepted 
by our culture. For, while the threat of genetic complications may have been 
exaggerated-and the commission of incest may be more common than previously 
thought-society will continue to exclude any act which fails to recognize 
the foundation upon which society itself is built: the family unit. 

And the taboo against incest will be violated by those who choose to do so, 
just as it has been violated throughout history-by brothers and sisters, by 
mothers and sons by daughters and fathers. 


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Kinsey, Alfred C., et al. Sexual Behavior in the Human Female. New York: 
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Sexual Freedom League, The. Southern California . Region Newsletter. Los 
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Smith, James R. Consenting Adults. New York: Lancer, 1971. 

Young, Wayland. Eros Denied. New York: Grove Press, 1966. 


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