Brother-Sister Lovers
by Amos Warden 


INTRODUCTION 

For generations one of the most popular social games has been that of word 
association. This is a game where a player chooses a word and addresses it 
to his partner. Without thought and on reaction alone, the partner snaps 
back a word that is related to the original word selected. For example, fork 
for knife; ball for bat; camera for pictures; and so on. 

If one were to hear the word incest, likely the associated word would be 
taboo. 

With all the countless numbers of books in print on the topic of sex, it 
borders on the incredible when one realizes the paucity of documentative 
information regarding the subject of incest. Upon reflection, however, one 
can begin to understand the reasons for this avoidance of sex's stepchild. 
It is truly one of society's most notorious taboos a behavior that is 
extremely difficult to unearth, except under the most professional of 
standards. 

Can any form of human activity be lower on the human barometer than that of 
a mother having intercourse with her son, a daughter with her father, an 
aunt with a nephew, an uncle with a niece not to mention the homosexual side 
of this aberration? Of course, circumstances can alter a flat reply, but 
very .few people, lay or professional, believe there is anything more 
despicable than incest. 

Bearing this factor in mind, and since much of sexual behavior is a product 
of person to person investigation (the case history), is it any wonder then 
that some pathetic, guilt-ridden soul should tremble from head to toe at the 
very thought of revealing the details of an incestuous relationship? Thus, 
the scarcity of information. 

Incest, by definition, is sexual intercourse or interbreeding between 
closely related individuals, especially those who are related or regarded as 
related within those degrees wherein marriage is prohibited by law. It is 
considered a, crime against the laws of nature, therefore it is a crime 
throughout most of the world. And because of the very fact that it is 
legally defined as a crime, we know that incest exists as a probable daily 
occurrence. 

The ratio of its occurrence is something that is not available to the public 
in general. It is usually lumped under the collective title of crimes 
against sodomy laws in public reports, hidden among the rapists, pedophiles, 
and their ilk. Limited reference sources are available to the public, but 
most of these are harbored in highly technical manuals. 

One such publication is the Journal of Sex Research. In its August 1968 
issue, there is an article by Joseph J. Berest entitled "Medico-Legal 
Aspects of Incest." Within the article, the author writes that clinical 
experience suggests that the actual rate of occurrence is much higher than 
official public records would indicate. The results of sexual survey 
research, such as that of Kinsey, reflect the highest incidence of 
incestuous behavior between siblings. This is in contrast to the 
overwhelming majority of cases of father-daughter incest which appear in 
official public records. There has been very little reported in the 
literature about mother-son incest relationships. 

Incest has been reported in every civilized country. It is assumed to occur 
at a rate of approximately one per one million persons and is formally 
charged in three percent to five percent of all sexual offenses. The results 
of this study suggest a much higher rate of occurrence of incest. The 
statutes in some of the states define incest also as an act of 
intermarrying, which means the act of marrying a relative within a forbidden 
degree, regardless of whether there has been an act of copulation. The 
degree of forbidden intermarriage is defined by the law in all of the 
states. Every state law prohibits marriage between parents and children, 
between siblings, between grandparents and grandchildren, uncles and nieces* 
aunts and nephews. In some states, sex relations between stepfather and 
stepdaughter are considered as incestuous. 

From official records, we are able to piece together a minute statistical 
sampling of incestous activity in the United States. In a report formulated 
in 1956, it was revealed that the total number of sex offenders confined in 
the New Jersey State Prison at Trenton in May 1950 was 300, of which 
twenty-four were confined for incest constituting eight percent of the sex 
offenders. During a ten year period (1952-1962) some 3,432 sex offenders 
were committed to the Lima State Hospital (Ohio) for observation. Of this 
number, 249 were incest offenders. Although the ratio of incest offenders 
fluctuated from year to year (never more than ten percent), the average 
percentage over the ten year period was 7.33; that is to say, of every 
hundred sex offenders over seven were convicted of incest. 

These are just sample figures and do not necessarily reflect a nationwide or 
worldwide trend. And since they are official figures, they probably do not 
reflect the true incestuous activity which has taken place in these areas. 
Substantial information, as has been pointed out earlier, is just not 
available. 

In Patterns of Incest, R.E.L. Masters states: "Quite plainly, there exists 
no adequate understanding of incest. By and large, sexologists have 
neglected or avoided, or at any rate, failed to discuss consummated incest. 
Compared to the great masses of material available on so many other 
varieties of sexual experience, the writings are slight." 

The main cause of contemporary incest is unknown, but in general, it is safe 
to say that it is the end result of uncontrollable sex drives. They may be 
triggered by past conditionings, alcohol, mental deficiences, temporary loss 
of sanity, ignorance, or even by the tempo of our times. 

Like most sexual practices condoned or otherwise, incest can be traced back 
to the farthest reaches of recorded time. There are many writings about it, 
and one of the most fascinating is the Egyptian cosmological myth of 
creation. 

It tells of incest committed by the first divine couple: Shu, the god of 
air, and Tefnut, the goddess of moisture. From this union was born Geb, god 
of the earth, and Nut, goddess of the sky. They, too, wished to have 
intercourse with each other. Accordingly, Nut mounted the body of her 
brother, using the inverted position. 

But the sexual embrace between brother and \ sister did not last very long. 
Their father, Shu, intervened, separating them. The sun god, Re, Shu's 
creator, forbade Geb and Nut any sexual intercourse for three hundred and 
sixty days, the length of the Egyptian year. It is interesting to note that 
the edict was not intended as a ban on incest as such, for incest had 
already been practiced between Shu and Tefnut. It was merely a ban against 
the earth (Geb) and the sky (Nut) mingling. Thus, the atmosphere (Shu), in 
his position between sky and earth, was establishing and maintaining cosmic 
equilibrium. 

This ancient decree still survives in Islam where the inverted position is 
condemned: "Cursed be he who makes the woman the sky and the man the earth." 
However, Thoth, who was the patron of science, sympathized with the love 
between Geb and Nut. He invented five days during which, without breaking 
Re's edict, they could have intercourse together. It was in this way that 
Osiris, Isis, Seth and Neftis were born. 

Thus, the union between Geb and Nut provided the means by which gods and 
goddesses, brothers and sisters, could commit incest. Osiris copulated with 
his sister Isis, and Seth with his sister Neftis. The story of these 
incestuous couples constitutes the earliest adultery myth, and includes 
jealousy and murder. Seth became jealous of Osiris and plotted to kill him. 
In order to accomplish his murder, he persuaded his wife-sister, Neftis, to 
steal the perfumed dress belonging to Isis, and in its guise, to lie with 
Osiris on the banks of the Nile. After their love-making, Osiris fell 
asleep. The watching Seth was then able to approach his brother, murder him, 
dismember him, and scatter his parts along the Nile. From this traitorous 
union of Osiris and Neftis was born the bastard Anubis. Eventually, Neftis 
repented her subterfuge, and helped her sister to search for the dismembered 
parts of Osiris. Anubis also helped to reassemble his father's corpse, thus 
becoming the patron of embalmers. 

One noteworthy sidelight to the story is that Isis did manage to recover all 
of the parts of the dead Osiris except one: his phallus. It had fallen into 
the waters of the river and had been swallowed by a fish the oxyrhynchus. 
Thus, we have the source of the religious taboo forbidding priests to eat 
fish, considered an unclean food. And most amazing, the oxyrhynchus does, in 
fact, bear a striking resemblance to a long foreskinned phallus. 

Based on present investigations, incest is still found in isolated areas of 
the world. According to one such source, the region of the Nkomati in South 
Africa is inhabited by hippopotamus hunters of exceptional skill. At the 
beginning of the hunting season, the hunter ritually prepares himself for 
the expedition that will last about a month. With this object in mind, he 
retreats to his hut with his daughter, and they engage in sexual 
intercourse. He then leaves and abstains from sexual activity for the entire 
period of the hunt. 

In a few African tribes where the number of women is excessive, when a 
husband dies the widow is inherited by one of her in-laws, who may be a son 
by a different wife (under polygamous circumstances), a nephew, or a 
brother. The custom, known as levirate, consists of the formal obligation on 
the part of the widow to marry her brother-in-law. 

Prohibitions of incest limit a wife's choice on the basis of endogamy or 
exogamy. Endogamy is when marriage is allowed only between members of a 
section of a group, marriage between members of different sections being 
absolutely forbidden. Exogamy is the system where certain tribes consider 
themselves interlinked through family bonds and, therefore, may marry 
outside that line. 

Endogamy has been observed in such tribes as the Karanga, Masai, and Nkole. 
However, real incest consists in the union of mother and son, father and 
daughter, brother and sister, and violations of the taboo are only rarely 
permitted. Marriage between cousins is also regarded as incest among a few 
tribes. 

Regarding incest, the Koran (IV, 26) says: 

And do not marry women your father married except bygones for it is 
abominable and hateful and an evil way; unlawful for you are your mothers 
and your daughters, and your sisters, and your paternal aunts and maternal 
aunts, and your brothers' daughters and your sisters' daughters and your 
foster-mothers' and your foster-sisters', and your wives' mothers and your 
step-daughters who are your wards, born of your wives to whom ye have gone 
in; but if ye have not gone in, unto them, then it is no crime in you; and 
the lawful spouses of your sons from your own loins.. . . 

In addition to the African settings, marriage of close relatives was viewed 
with favor in other early cultures. Guatemalan history reveals that incest 
was once openly approved, going so far as to celebrate particular holidays 
with public orgies that required men to copulate with their daughters and 
boys to do the same with their mothers. The Hittites considered marital 
incest a virtue. So did the Egyptians. It was in Egypt where poetry 
flourished describing certain lovers as "brother" and "sister." Such unions 
were commonplace, and in some dynasties it was compulsory for the heir to 
the throne to marry his sister. The Ptolemys, the successors to Alexander 
the Great, practiced marriage between siblings for three hundred years. 

Cleopatra, goddess of the Nile, Queen of Egypt, lover of Mark Anthony, 
seductress of Caesars and kings, the fascination of history -Cleopatra the 
woman was the end product of many generations of interbreeding. 

Roman nobility, exemplified by a long line of both tyrannical and tolerant 
rulers, ranks high in the annals of incest. Caligula, murderer and maniac 
emperor, raped one of his sisters, and eventually committed incest with the 
remaining two. At the infamous orgies he gave, it was not beyond Caligula's 
conduct to ravish one of his sisters before the assembled guests. Nero, 
homosexual and background musician for local fires, was a sex companion for 
his mother, Agrippina, one of Caligula's sisters. This was a lengthy 
incestuous affair and ended only when Nero took another woman, Poppaea, to 
his bed. It is said that Poppaea closely resembled Agrippina, and for what 
discussional value it may hold, Nero eventually kicked Poppaea to death. 

In England, during an age of cultural advance, the poet Lord Byron announced 
his love for his half-sister through his poems. Some historians claim that 
Byron's love was twofold; an actual, heartfelt love affection; and the 
passionately invoked flesh-love of their bodies. 

Of course, incest is not relegated to the days of the long past. Today, 
there are ample cases in police and psychiatric files which tell of fathers 
training their children from infancy in the ways of sex. Researcher Russell 
Trainer, in his book The Lolita Complex, reports a case that took place in a 
Midwestern city. A father, living in ostensible marital harmony, confessed 
that he had found a total sexual outlet as the lover of his daughter, 
commencing from the child's eighth year and continuing until she was 
fifteen. Trainer's investigation revealed that a basic motivation of the 
adult sexual molester was that he was acting out an unconscious incestuous 
desire. Case histories indicate that for many adults, their earliest sexual 
experience was of an incestuous nature. In many such men, the remainder of 
their lives are devoted to recapturing their first moments of coital 
awakening. This also applies to the man who exposes himself to women on the 
street, the exhibitionist. And pertinent to incest, the male molester of a 
young girl generally proves to be someone she knows and trusts, often a 
relative or family friend. 

"What the facts on the incidence of contemporary incest are," writes Albert 
Ellis, "no one clearly seems to know, and doubtless even Dr. 

Kinsey would have difficulty discovering, since only a fraction of those 
individuals practicing incest at some time during their lives may ever be 
expected to admit so doing. Court records, which are quite fragmentary in 
this respect, would lead us to believe that incest is, in fact, relatively 
infrequent in this country and is surpassed in infrequency only by very few 
other sex offenses (such as necrophilia or sexual assault with intent to 
kill). Moreover, the great majority of incest cases which seem to occur 
involve a father's taking advantage of his daughter (frequently against her 
will), while relatively few involve mother-son or sister-brother relations." 

It should be pointed out that Dr. Ellis is reporting the findings of court 
cases and not necessarily a factual poll on the number of brother-sister sex 
relationships. Recent findings (as in the Berest article) are coming to 
light and indicate that this type of relationship is engaged in to an extent 
enough to support an in-depth study of it. 

Sexual encounters between brothers and sisters is the theme of this work. 
But more important, this volume isolates itself on the "circumstances" of a 
given episode, not just on the "act" itself. As stated earlier, 
circumstances can alter a flat reply to the question of "can any form of 
human activity be lower on the human barometer than incest?" And although 
some people consider "circumstances" a copping out or covering up of an 
out-and-out crime, the author feels that it is a vital element in 
understanding the total nature of the subject at hand. If the element of 
circumstance needs a defense, we need look no further than the daily 
newspaper. A murder trial is in progress. If guilty, the individual's 
punishment will be meted out according to the circumstances that 
precipitated the criminal act. 

So we present the tragic picture of that brother and sister who merge 
sexually, and who are truthfully unaware of the wrongness. Whether they are 
to be pitied or castigated is left to the discretion of the reader. Whether 
they or society should be held responsible is a decision left to the 
impartiality and wisdom of some phantom jury. 

CHAPTER ONE 

The Runaways 

"I met Mitch and Jill in a large Northwest city. I was visiting friends and 
relatives during the 1969 Christmas season. 

"While there, I met some young people in the science fiction subculture 
called 'fandom' enthusiasts who are devoted to the science fiction genre who 
have a loosely knit awareness of each other across the country. They are 
usually young, ultraliberal. Many are into the hippie scene. 

"I was visiting the pad of one such science fiction fan, and while I was 
there, rapping about science fiction and fandom, a teenage boy and girl 
dropped in. 

"They were both tall and lean. Both had a strong family resemblance blonde 
hair, a prominent, straight nose, startlingly blue eyes, high cheekbones and 
full, sensuous lips. 

"Mitch wore his hair long in a Dutch-boy cut shoulder-length, with straight 
bangs low across his forehead. Jill's blonde hair was almost yellow, several 
shades lighter than his, and was long and straight, extending six inches 
below her shoulders. 

"Jill had a good body. She wore an old, brown knit T-shirt and old, faded 
blue jeans, and sandals. She wasn't self-conscious about not having on a 
bra. 

"Her .breasts hung low and pointed, with prominent nipples. They jiggled 
loosely when she moved. 

"She was bonily attractive; she might have been beautiful if her nose had 
been smaller. 

"Mitch had a jagged, old scar on his left forearm. He blinked a lot. He wore 
a vivid green shirt with billowing sleeves, brown, tight-fitting pants, and 
green boots. 

"It was a long night. We rapped for hours. We became friends. Around three 
A.M. they invited me over to their pad a few blocks away. 

"Around five A.M. Jill casually during a heavy discussion of sex, revealed 
that she and Mitch were really brother and sister, but were passing as 
married and were making it with each other. 

"The previous summer Mitch and Jill lived with their mother and father in a 
nice, middle-class home in a large city southwest of Chicago. "They each had 
a good allowance, friends, had been doing well in high school. Mitch, a 
senior, was seventeen, and Jill, a sophomore, was fifteen, mature for her 
age. 

"Mitch was in a running battle with his parents about his long hair and his 
politics; he is a confirmed socialist. Jill was reading everything she could 
lay her hands on about witchcraft; she was into that scene and wanted to 
learn magic. 

"Their father was indicted for embezzling city funds. It was revealed that 
he had a young mistress. Well, their mother had a breakdown because of 
over-dependence on what the kids call uppers and downers, sleeping pills and 
diet pills. Both parents drank a lot; both smoked. 

"The kids took off. 'It wasn't any good,' Mitch explained. 'We had to split 
to save ourselves from that meat grinder. Shit, they were all the time 
preaching at us and putting down grass and hippies and communists ... and 
they were so much worse than anything. That whole capitalist bag, man, is 
evil." 

"Jill said, 'It was a grand turn-off for me. They were so pathetic. It was 
kind of sickening. I just couldn't watch it anymore. Everything was going 
down the chute. We just packed a bag and hit the road. We didn't have hardly 
any money, but we had to go. We just had to go!' "They hitchhiked, heading 
West. They got two rides and found themselves in a small town at ten o'clock 
at night. They talked a motel manager into a cut-rate room. 

"Jill said, 'He didn't believe we were married. But he didn't care." 

"They ate candy bars and drank Cokes for their supper. They sat on the 
single bed in the small, cheap room and looked at each other. They were 
scared. 

"Jill shifted close to her brother. She pressed against him. 'I'm not going 
back, no matter what!" 

"Me neither!' Mitch felt the softness of his sister's breasts through her 
sweater and blouse. He felt protective of her, but she was in many ways more 
sensible. 

"Jill was a girl-woman. He had seen her naked a couple of times, and she had 
seen him naked once in the shower at home. 

"He put his arm around her. 'All we have now is each other, sis." 

"She hugged him. She had always worshipped him. 'That's all we need.' She 
rested her head on his shoulder. She felt funny inside. She knew her breast 
was pressing, molding against his arm and chest. It seemed very sensitive 
and warm. Her nipple was sticking out and aching. She felt an impulse to rub 
against him. "She said, 'I guess we better take a bath and wash our socks 
and things while we can do it." 

"Jill adopted a little-mother tone of voice. 'You use the bathroom first. Be 
sure and wash your hair.' She took a plastic bottle of shampoo from her 
overnight bag and handed it to him. She ran her fingers affectionately 
through his blond hair. 'It needs it." 

"When she heard him splashing in the tub, she knocked on the door. 'Okay if 
I come in and rinse out my socks?' She was stripped down to her panties. 

"You might see something you shouldn't,' came the reply. 

"You, too. But I don't care!' She entered and looked down at him. He was 
hiding his penis with his legs. The water was sudsy. His long hair was 
plastered wetly to his head. 

"Mitch goggled up at her. 'Hey-" 

"You've seen me before. Besides, we're married according to the card you 
signed. 'Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell Smith,' she giggled. 'Smith?" 

"He stared at her naked breasts. His chest tightened up. Jill was 
tremendously developed for a fifteen-year-old girl. She really had a helluva 
shape! And the way her tits stuck out -those pink tips ... they made him 
feel like. ... He saw a few stray curls of blonde pubic hairs sticking 
through the white nettinglike panties. He said, 'You stole those from Mom!" 

"So what? They weren't doing her any good." 

Jill ran hot water into the bowl. As she bent over, her breasts hung down 
like ripe, fat cones, and as she squeezed soapy water through her socks ... 
as she moved .. .her breasts wobbled and swayed invitingly. Both nipples 
were like pink stones. She peeked at him in the mirror. She could see him 
looking, and could see his penis come up out of the murky bathwater. He was 
getting a hard on! Her belly got icky feelings with excitement. He had a big 
one, too. God, it was getting long! Her pussy felt hot and wet. She pressed 
her thighs together as she began to toy with some thoughts in the back of 
her mind. 

"Those thoughts came out in words an hour later as they lay nervously side 
by side under the light sheet and blanket in the double bed. 

"After they had talked a long time about what had happened at home, after 
they had buttressed each other's courage and determination, Jill said, 'I 
guess we're going to be .. . we'll have to get used to sleeping together and 
seeing each other naked." 

"Mitch said lightly, 'I can take it if you can." 

"She rolled to face him. She was naked except for a clean pair of white 
rayon panties-her own. Mitch wore white briefs. 

"She put her right hand lightly on his chest. She felt muscle tension set in 
immediately. Her breasts just barely touched his right arm. Her left nipple 
poked at his skin-provocatively. "She said, 'See? You can't take it. You're 
getting all tight. We've got a sex problem." 

"He didn't move. He was getting an erection. His penis was filling, creeping 
up his belly inside his briefs. He swallowed. 'Well, shit, you're built! I 
can't help looking." 

"I don't mind you looking. I like you to. I guess I like to look at you, 
too." 

"Mitch said, 'Maybe-' He stopped. "What?' Her nipples felt achy again. She 
was getting a hot, squirmy, breathless feeling in her belly. She knew if 
nothing happened, she'd go into the bathroom and masturbate. 

"Well .. . maybe we ought to just have a good close-up look at each other, 
satisfy our curiosity and be done with it. You know. Instead of being up 
tight and kind of dirty minded." 

"That would be healthier, I guess. Girls get curious, too.' There was a 
short silence. 'You want to do it now?" 

"Yeah. Might as well,' Mitch answered. "Jill chewed her lower lip for a few 
seconds, then threw the covers down. 'Okay. Turn on the light." 

"Mitch kicked the covers to the bottom of the bed. He had a roaring hard on, 
but he didn't care. He was kind of proud of his cock. He reached over to the 
lamp on the bedside table and switched it on. They squinted in the sudden 
yellow, shaded, radiance. 

"Jill still had her hand on his chest. She saw immediately that he was 
tremendously hard. His organ was so long it pushed the big glans clear of 
his briefs' waistband. There was a wetness at the tip. 

"She was aware of his gaze at her breasts. She said wonderingly, 'Boys sure 
get big down there, don't they?" 

"You want to see everything?" 

"Sure.' She grinned. She sat up and wriggled off her panties as he pushed 
down his cotton briefs. 

"Her throat tightened when she looked at him again and saw his long white 
and pink shaft throbbing, lifting slightly with a pulsing movement over his 
belly. She curiously watched the tautness of his sack with its two 
testicles. It sagged a bit as she looked. She shifted and sat cross-legged 
facing him, giving him a full view of her open thighs and crotch. Her 
breasts felt warm and full. The nipples continued to ache. 

"She reached down and pulled open her vulva. 

"Mitch was tight-throated. He stared at what he had never seen up close in 
the full light before. He had fucked girls a couple of times, fingered them 
off, and felt them up a lot, but never had he seen a girl naked like this, 
wide open. 

"He knew some sex anatomy from a limited sex-education course in school. He 
noticed a small oval pink button of flesh peeping out of the folds of flesh 
at the top of her inner vulva. 'Hey, I see your clitoris. That's a big one 
for a girl, isn't it?' He saw the small, gaping pink entrance of her vagina. 
Was she a virgin? 

"Jill was embarrassed. She was trembling slightly, but it didn't show. She 
felt weak. She answered, 'I don't know . . . maybe bigness runs in the 
family.' She giggled. 'I get... I get horny a lot." 

"No shit?' He glanced up at her face. 

"She chewed her full lower lip and nodded. Her big, blue eyes were solemn. 
'You do, too, huh?" 

"You know it.' Mitch patted his huge erection. 'Look at this thing." 

"She looked, and she wanted to handle it. What was it like to touch it? she 
thought. 

"Five minutes later she lay on her back again, her left hand clamped around 
the middle of his penis, pumping slowly, experimentally, up and down white 
he filled his hands with her breasts, squeezing, shaping. 

"She whispered breathlessly, 'You like that? Is that the way to do it?" 

"Uhh-huh.' Mitch glanced down at her pumping hand. Christ! It was driving 
him crazy! Slow and easy, and there was something about the way her small 
hand held his cock, the way her fingers were tight on the skin. 

"He brought his gaze back to her breasts-her fine body. God, she had nice 
tits and mouth-watering nipples. He'd sucked on his share of girls' nipples, 
but Jill had the best-looking ones of all. 

"He fingered them gently. Hard as rubber . . . violently pink. The soft, 
deep flesh of her breasts was entrancing. The skin so smooth, velvetlike, 
and flawless. He wanted to suck her nipples, but didn't quite have the guts. 
He couldn't get over the fact that she was his sister. But he knew she 
wouldn't mind. She'd probably like it. She was obviously worked up. God, she 
was a hot girl! 

"Jill wished he would do something more. She was burning up. Her pussy felt 
so hot and itchy she wanted to yell at him! But she didn't want to push. 
He'd been kind of shocked when she had reached for his penis. 

"Then she got her wish. He gave a small little whimper and pulled a nipple 
into his mouth. He sucked hard. 

"She gasped and put her right hand on his neck and gently indicated she 
liked it ... wanted it to continue. She began to pump his penis faster. It 
was like a hot pole in her hand. 

"She whispered, 'Oh, Mitch___ Oh, I like that. . ..' She began to writhe. 
Her lips formed the words finger me, but she did not sound them. Her knees 
drew up and fell open. 

"Mitch had his eyes closed. His face was pressed into the soft warmth of her 
left breast. 

He suckled on her swollen nipple. He could feel the quick thud-thud-thud of 
her heart. 

"His guts were turning molten. His cock felt like it was a yard long. God, 
she is really jacking me off! he thought. He was going to shoot all over the 
fucking bed in a minute. He had to stop her, had to. 

"Jill knew he was close. He sucked her nipple so hard the sensation was 
painfully keen. She was breathing heavily, so worked up, so hot. She 
whispered, without plan, without willing, 'Oh, Mitch . . . do me ... do me, 
too!" 

"He heard. His left hand slid down her belly, into the waiting, undulating 
hollow of her loins, over the lightly fuzzed plump blonde mound, to the 
slippery lips of her loose pussy, and his fingers probed boldly, into the 
flushed pink folds and found the stiffened clitoris. 

"Jill spasmed with that galvanizing, delicious touch. She moaned and kissed 
the top of his head. Her fingers tightened on his penis. She found new 
strength and endurance. She began to whip the skin up and down in long, fast 
jerking motions. 

"His finger was rotating on her clitoris in a hot pool of her slippery 
juice. She was in climax! She held her breath and began to shake. Her eyes 
were glazed. Then she sobbed. She hissed air into her lungs. Her breasts 
surged against his face. Her hand faltered in its movement. She almost 
forgot. 

"He groaned, 'Don't stop!' His voice was tortured.-"In the midst of her 
sweet, long-lasting orgasm, she concentrated and kept her hand slamming up 
and down. She gasped, 'Oh, Mitch, I love you! I love you!' She fixed her 
eyes on his big penis and willed her hand up and down faster and faster. 

"He went tense. An animal cry was torn from him. Then she felt his penis 
pulse and a small blob of semen flew high into the air. It went clear over 
her and must have landed on the carpet beyond the bed. She was astonished. 

"Another jet of semen arced up and this landed on her hip with a warm splat. 
Then another-on her belly. And all the while-only seconds-he was digging his 
finger into her vagina, deep and making agony sounds .. . with her, sobbing. 
... It was so good! Special thrills shivered through her as she pumped 
furiously to give him as much pleasure as possible. She gasped, 'Oh, Mitch, 
Mitch, Mitch___" 

"And then it was over for both of them, and they had to clean up. She was 
sad. Mitch acted like a criminal. But she said sensibly, 'I don't think that 
was such a terrible thing to do. Just so you don't put it inside me ... you 
know. I think we both need sex relief like that once in a while." 

"I guess so.' He didn't want to think about it. She was right, but.... He 
looked over the edge of the bed. 'God, I really shot! Didn't I?" 

"'Like a cannon!' She giggled. 'Bam!' She arched her hand in a high curve. 
She looked at his softened penis. She handled it curiously. It was so 
pliable and almost cool now. 'Can you shoot that far every time?" 

"I don't think so. That was special." 

"They grinned at each other. 

"Ten minutes later they were asleep. In her sleep, Jill cuddled against her 
naked brother. Mitch enclosed his naked sister in his arms." 

Not too many years ago runaways such as Mitch and Jill would have made solid 
newspaper copy. A "missing persons" report would have been filed at police 
headquarters, and an official search would have been initiated. But that was 
in another era, another lifespan, another totally different way of life . . 
. that was fully ten years ago. 

In the restless seventies, the Mitchs and Jills are much too common to 
warrant a full operational search on the part of any law enforcement agency, 
let alone demand newspaper space. True, reports are filed and notification 
is made to surrounding communities, but in the main, it is a token gesture, 
a "keep an eye out for them," rather than a "find them." 

Haight-Ashbury, the Sunset Strip, and Greenwich Village are locales 
synonomous with the times. Originally havens for the hippie and then the 
flower child, they also became a mecca for the teen-ager who was seeking 
that intangible something that he couldn't (or wouldn't) find in his own 
home. So now the youngsters, most of them nonhippies, flock to these and 
other areas like swallows swooping down over Capistrano. 

The result of this nomadic syndrome has been predictable. Authorities are 
hard pressed to cope with what is virtually an uncopeable situation. As one 
Florida police chief said after a particularly lively Easter weekend, "It's 
like trying to turn back a tidal wave." Many behavioral experts foresee a 
continuance of the phenomenon: more family breakdowns, more runaways, more 
drug problems, and more confrontations between law and youth. Where the 
answer lies, no one is certain. Some professional people believe that it is 
merely the symptom of a new and oncoming way of life, the eventual fading 
away of the family structure as we know it, to be replaced by a socialistic, 
communal way of life. 

For Mitch and Jill, the events leading up to their departure were not 
uncommon. They were maturing in a hypocritical environment. When parents 
profess one way of life, then are revealed in their guise of Hyde, the 
reactions of children are usually one of two: either they endure the 
situation, or they resist. For those who resist, it is a matter of 
emotionally hitting back at their parents-or abandoning them. 

In the specific example of our case subjects, another factor is of the 
utmost importance. Both children were emotionally close to each other and, 
as oiie, banded against their parents. Then, during their flight from 
convention, they were dependent upon their own behavioral discretions, a 
predicament innately fraught with danger. Thus it was that they were drawn 
even closer together, and the scene was set for eventual sexual contact. 

In his book Encyclopedia of Human Behavior, Robert M. Goldenson writes: 
"Brother-sister sex play is not uncommon, but a full incestuous relationship 
seldom occurs." But when it does, it frequently gives rise to emotional 
disturbances, particularly when it happens during adolescence rather than 
earlier in life. Also, many girls who have had early incestuous experiences 
have been known to adopt a permanent pattern of promiscuous behavior. 

Of course, any pattern of behavior developed as a result of an incestuous 
relationship depends solely on the makeup of the individual. For Mitch and 
Jill, the beginnings were inevitable notwithstanding society's condemnation 
of the act. What long-range effect it may have on them is unknown, but these 
two teen-agers continued their forbidden liaison beyond the stage of that 
first-time curiosity. 

"The next day found them walking dispiritedly along the shoulder of the 
highway, facing the prospect of spending the night on the ground, when a 
wildly painted hippie Volkswagen camper van stopped in response to their 
thumb signal. 

"A young couple were sitting in the front seat. The young woman opened the 
door. 'Hi. We're going to Oregon." 

"Jill said instantly, 'Groovy! So are we." 

"Mitch shrugged and nodded. It didn't matter to him.They eagerly climbed 
into the hack of the van. 

"The couple was John S------ and Mary 

D------. They were 'married' in their eyes only, not in the eyes of the 
state. 

"John said as he drove, 'We've dropped out, man. We're outside now. We touch 
the square world only when we have to. We keep the interfaces down to a bare 
minimum." 

"Mary said, 'We don't give a fuck for their politics or culture. The 
underground has a separate world. You know that?" 

"Mary was a pretty girl with a pudgy face and body. She wore a plaid poncho 
and worn black jeans. Her feet were bare and dirty. She wore a plain floppy 
brown hat. Her hair was as long as Jill's, but was dark brown. 

"John's hair was shaggy, dark blond; he had a full beard and wore a heavy 
tan work shirt over matching tan pants. His feet were also bare and dirty. 

"Mitch argued for activist socialism and Jill echoed him, because she 
worshipped her brother and she wanted to share his strong beliefs, to be 
with him and to be loved and wanted by him. 

"John told Mitch and Jill they had planned on stopping overnight in a rest 
area beside the highway. Most of the rest stops had toilets and picnic 
tables. 

"In the darkening twilight the girls prepared a macrobiotic meal on the 
built-in stove, and they all talked as they ate. 

"Around eleven o'clock they all climbed into the van. It was crowded, but 
there was room for four to sleep. Mitch turned over the last of their money 
for food and gas. 'We'll have to owe you the rest of the way, till I can 
find a job in Oregon.' "No sweat, man,' said John. "And that night John and 
Mary started to make love. They were soon naked in the bed. Mitch openly 
looked at Mary's naked plumpness in the roadside darkness as they prepared 
for bed. She had heavy, pendulous breasts and thick, hamlike thighs and 
calves. 

"John was thick-waisted and huskier than Mitch. His torso was long, his legs 
proportionately short. 

"Jill looked, too, and strained to see Mary's nakedness, and caught a 
shadowy hint of John's penis. 

"Mitch asked, 'You want us to take a walk for a while?" 

"No, man. Why don't you and Jill make it, too?" 

"Mary slid the curtains shut over the windows, shutting out the occasional 
flaring radiance from passing cars. As she reached out to cover a window 
near Mitch, a car swished by on the nearby highway, and its headlights threw 
a swift white glare into the van, showing Mary's lush, round, hanging 
breasts and bare flanks. 

"Mary said, 'If you join in, it makes for good mutual vibrations. It sort of 
breaks down walls between people if they share in making love." 

"Mitch sat on the lowered, blanket-covered seat in his briefs, and had an 
impulse to reach up and touch one of her big, white melons. 

"Jill put her hand on Mitch's thigh. She sat next to him, almost naked, too, 
and said, 'We're not used to doing, things with "other people around. But. . 
. .' She squeezed his thigh. 

"Mary asked,'Are you on the pill?" 

"No,' Jill answered. 

"We can't afford it, so we don't take a chance on fucking. I don't dig it 
much, anyway. I'm a hog when it comes to sucking, though. And I love my 
man's mouth on me." 

"John said, chuckling, 'After we eat supper we usually eat each other." 

"Mary* added, 'He squirts a perfect dessert." 

"Mitch was jolted and slightly offended but intrigued. He was surprised to 
hear Jill respond, 'We go all oral sometimes, too. But mostly we just do 
each other by hand.' Her grip on his thigh tightened slightly, then relaxed. 

"John took Mary into his arms. 'Do your thing and we'll do ours." 

"It was almost totally dark in the van. The curtains over the small windows 
brightened when a ear or truck roared by, but inside it stayed dark. The 
front windows faced away from the highway. 

"Mitch and Jill sat side by side on the seats now converted to a bed and 
hesitated. They could hear every movement, every sigh, every wet sound, 
every whisper of flesh on flesh. 

"Mitch had only gone down on a girl once, sort of on a dare. But he'd had 
three girls who had sucked him. Only one had gone all the way with it, 
though. 

"He felt Jill's hand creep under his waistband and seek his cock. Her 
fingers encountered it and found it growing. 

"He turned toward her. He touched one of her swooping, pointed breasts and 
found the nipple protruding stiffly. He leaned toward her to kiss her, then 
stopped. You don't kiss your sister. Not in a sex situation! That gets into 
a real hairy scene. A kind of mutual masturbation because you're both young 
and horny is one thing . . . getting really personal is something else. 

"Yet he could sense her leaning to meet him, her face lifted, mouth parted, 
full lips waiting. He felt her hand squeezing his cock rhythmi- cally. And 
he heard her breath say, Yes . . . yes. God, she was a wild girl! She loved 
him. She always had worshipped him, always came to the school track and 
field meets when he ran in a race. She had always come to him for help with 
her school work. They had always been close. 

"Mitch guiltily remembered wishing on dates that his girl had been Jill 
instead. He had always enjoyed her company more than any other girl. But big 
brothers didn't date their own sisters! Not unless they were jerks, absolute 
plonks who couldn't get anything else! 

"But now he felt weirdly happy. He put his arm around her in the darkness 
and held her close. Her hand continued to fondle his cock- he had a 
tremendous hard on. He liked her love, her adulation, her willingness to do 
anything . .. with him! 

"But he would never fuck her! Knocking her up-that would really be sick. A 
sick scene. Greek tragedy. 

"But the yen came up from the back of his mind. He admitted it to himself. 
Yeah, he would kind of like to kiss her and go down ... yeah, eat her. Give 
her a lot of heavy thrills. 

"Mitch had a knowledge, an inner certainty, that Jill wanted to do it-the 
suck route-all the way. She wanted to try it! And he wanted to feel her 
mouth on his mouth, then feel her mouth on his cock .. . sucking. 

"Mitch tightened his arm around her. He lowered his head. Her mouth was 
waiting. Her full lips were warm and soft and sweet. His mind whirled. 

"Jill moaned as Mitch kissed her. She melted against him. Then his tongue 
flicked into her mouth, and she nearly fainted in the dizzying surge of 
weakness and lust that overwhelmed her. Her hot breasts and stonelike 
nipples were pressed against his chest. Her right hand clamped tight on the 
thick shaft of his penis for a few seconds. There was a strange hunger in 
her, to give him love and pleasure, to take the head of his big penis into 
her soft, wet mouth and suck him ... suck him off. 

"Jill shivered in her heat and writhed against him. They both heard, in the 
fringes of their awareness, John and Mary making love. And as a truck went 
by, its powerful headlights blazed on the curtained rear window and for a 
few seconds made of it a screen before which in silhouette Mary's head and 
shoulders could be seen, as could her hands holding the thick stalk of 
John's penis, as her head bobbed up and down, taking the end of the penis 
deep into her mouth. "Mitch saw the silhouetted movement and heard with 
focused, sudden clarity the wet, sucking sounds accompanied by John's heavy 
breathing. 

"Mitch kissed Jill again and again. And when another truck approached, he 
broke the passionate kiss, turned her head and let her see. Now Mary's head 
was bobbing faster, and John was moaning softly. Jill watched, mouth open, 
eyes wide, as the very close sexual drama was outlined for a second. 

"Then she sighed and lowered her head and lifted the massive length of 
Mitch's penis to meet her mouth. She spread her lips over the big glans and 
let it fill her mouth. She liked the sensation, and she slithered her tongue 
against the hot, silky-skinned rounded bulk. 

"Jill sucked. She did as Mary did. And she loved doing it for her man ... 
Mitch. 

"She knew she was making sloppy noises as she sucked, but she didn't care. 
She was proclaiming her love. Proving it. 

"She heard John cry out with the glorious torture of orgasm and heard a new 
undertone come into Mary's sucking sounds ... heard Mary swallow.... 

"Jill didn't know what she would do when that time came for her. She would 
try ... and soon, for Mitch was terribly excited this first time. Yes, this 
was only the beginning! She felt his penis grow bigger and harder in her 
hand. She shifted around to a position on her knees before him, a slave, a 
supplicant, hunched-over before him between his wide-spread legs, and she 
sucked and tried to get more and more of his length into her mouth, but 
gagged and felt dizzy and happy and powerful in a way, because 

Mitch was getting very close. He was breathing raggedly. His legs and his 
belly were tense. 

"She had a happy inspiration and began pumping the skin of his penis up and 
down, close to her mouth, as fast as she could. 

"Mitch actually groaned! She shivered and wickedly fluttered her tongue on 
the underside of his glans and wouldn't stop when he whispered 
inarticulately, warningly,' Jill, I'm-' "She was glad it was dark. She was 
glad Mary was only a few feet away and had done the same thing to John. It 
was easier. But they were listening to her and Mitch now! She had to prove 
the story she had told and implied. 

"She pumped and sucked and tongued the penis of her groaning brother. And 
then-with a heavy guttural throat sound, with a straining, shuddering 
lifting of his hips, a thick spurt of his semen shot into her mouth. 

"The force of it stunned her .. . the amount of it, and the syrupy splash of 
it in her mouth .. . the eggy taste. A mental flash of it arcing high in the 
air the night before crossed her mind. 

"Then another spurt, and she suddenly had a mouthful of semen beyond and 
around his glans, which kept pulsing and spurting more and more. As she 
automatically kept on lashing her tongue, now coated, running with semen, 
she kept whipping the skin up and down under her lips, touching her tightly 
clinging lips with her thumb and fingers. Her eyes were wide, stunned in the 
darkness, her hair a soft, silky tent over her face, on his belly. 

"Mitch gasped and jerked and trembled. "Long seconds of new knowledge and 
self-discovery as she sensed when he had all the golden, supreme pleasure 
there was to be had, when he was drained, when she was to stop and .. . she 
swallowed. And she did it because there was no place to spit without being 
obvious, because Mary hadn't spit, because she loved Mitch, because she had 
to prove something. 

"She pressed forward against him. She slid sideways and lay angled across 
his hip, his softening penis sticky against her belly. 

"He whispered, 'Oh, God, Jill ... oh, God....' His mind was blown, shocked, 
at what had happened, at what she had done. 

"She moved up beside him and breathed into his ear, in the wonderful 
darkness, 'I don't care ... I wanted to.' Jill was over the initial 
emotional jolt, and now her own arousal, her natural lust, her expectation, 
was free and open. 

"She breathed deeply and rubbed her breasts against Mitch's chest. Her pussy 
was wet, tingling with need. She gathered saliva in her mouth and swallowed 
and wiped out the last taste of his semen. It actually hadn't been all that 
bad-it had just been the idea of it. 

"Mitch lay holding his sister, his little sister who was suddenly a mature, 
sensual, sophisticated, wild female. He listened to the soft movements of 
John and Mary, the sibilant whispering that was faintly understandable. 

"Suddenly John's voice came in a loud, public whisper. 'Coming down for a 
second, you two?' His bare feet sought the narrow, carpeted space between 
the van's two beds. He loomed over Mitch and Jill, in the not-quite total 
darkness. Their eyes had adjusted well. 

"John leaned over Jill and opened the small butane refrigerator next to her 
shoulder. He fumbled in the darkness and said, 'Ah!' He climbed back to the 
rear bed. He said in explanation, 'I like a little strawberry jam on my clam 
sandwich when I eat.' "Jill burst into wild giggles. "Mitch put his hands on 
Jill's nice breasts and played with her horny nipples. Something made him 
say, 'Let me have the jar when you're through. Sounds good." 

"A truck roared by, giving another silhouette of Mary lying with her heavy 
legs wide, knees spread. John was doing something to her. "Mary gasped, 
'It's cold.' "It'll be hot in a minute.' "Jill was still giggling ... and 
squirming as Mitch's hands squeezed and molded her glowing breasts. 

"Then John handed over the jar and Mitch felt it against his leg. He took it 
and was blushing, but determined to go through with it, to show Jill he 
wasn't chicken, to give as well as take, because he really wanted to make 
her gasp and moan from doing her that way ... because he felt trapped in a 
situation. 

"The isolation of silence and semiprivacy in the darkness had broken down 
now. There was talk back and forth. 

"Obeying instruction-advice, Mitch dipped the tip of his finger into the jar 
and smeared a dollop of jam between the lips of Jill's pussy. "She wriggled 
and whined, 'It is cold!' "Mary said breathlessly, 'Wait till you get his 
tongue in there, though, licking it up...." 

"John was busy with his mouth between Mary's opened thighs. She sighed, 'Oh, 
shit ... that feels so fine.. . ." 

"Mitch put aside the jar. He scooted down. He began kissing the soft, silky, 
trembling, inner surfaces of Jill's young thighs. 

"He could smell the sweet strawberry odor of the jam inches from his face. 
He started licking her thighs, working closer and closer. 

"Jill was wriggling. He put his hands under her angled, lean thighs and held 
her. He licked into the curve of her crotch and touched the first long, 
curly fringe hairs with his tongue. Then he tasted the first bit of smeared 
jam. 

"Mary was moaning loudly. 'Yes . . . Christ, yes ... eat me baby .. . eat, 
eat.... Eat me. ..." She spasmed and thrashed. 

"Mitch was impelled to lick strongly into the warm, wet, sticky, sweet pussy 
lips before him. The tip of his tongue stroked up over Jill's large, turgid 
clitoris. 

"She moaned, and her hips lifted reflexively. He repeated the movement and 
liked the taste and her response. He felt himself getting another hard on. 

"Jill was amazed at Mitch. She didn't think he'd do it, but he did. And the 
sensations were fantastic! She wanted it to go on and on! 

"She listened to Mary's uninhibited enjoyment and was encouraged to let go, 
to moan, too, and show her man how much she liked what he was doing. 'Like 
that, like that! Uhh ... uhhhh!" 

"She was floating, wide open, in a sea of pleasure. A haze of sensation 
enveloped her loins. Each licking stroke of his tongue sent shivers of 
intense orgasmic sensation through her body, like rays, to her breasts, 
belly, even to her toes and fingertips. 

"Jill was tremendously excited. She dreamed of staying with her Mitch 
forever! They were a perfect team: they loved each other and could say and 
do anything with each other now. All the barriers were down.... 

"Jill felt a powerful, hot fist close in her loins and tighten and tighten 
until she was shaking, until her gasps were loud, her moans high-pitched and 
urgent, until she babbled her love and her hands were stroking, rubbing, 
guiding his head as she came and came and came. And finally it got so strong 
she had to stop him. 

"She lay, limp, breasts heaving, eyes closed, savoring the afterglow that 
lingered on and on and on in her loins, like a slowly dying fire. 

"She cradled Mitch's head against her breast and dreamed impossible plans 
for when they reached Oregon. 

"Long, quiet moments passed. 

"John peed into a bottle. He and Mary settled down to sleep. 

"Jill whispered into Mitch's ear, 'Love you. I love you so much.' She 
stroked his long hair. He kissed her breast in answer. 

"She discovered he had an erection. She pumped his big penis for a moment, 
then slipped down and up onto her knees. 

"Jill found the open jar of jam and smeared some on his glans. She 
whispered, 'I like to eat sweets, too." 

"She sucked him off again. He didn't spurt much semen the second time. She 
'painted' his glans as he was about to come and hardly noticed the taste of 
thin semen in the strawberry. 

"And so they journeyed with John and Mary to Oregon. They slept in the van 
at night when John and Mary rented a small two-room apartment. Jill and 
Mitch found jobs as dishwasher and waitress at different cafes. Finally, 
they got a tiny apartment of their own, settled down, and were married every 
way but the establishment way. 

"Technically, however, their 'marriage' had never been consummated-by 
penetration: Mitch had never fucked his sister. 

"Three months after they had settled down in the city, Jill got a good job 
in a better restaurant. And Mitch got a job at a service station in spite of 
his long hair, and began making two dollars an hour. They moved into a 
bigger pad. 

"And Jill, every night, fondled and sucked his large penis and couldn't help 
wondering what it would feel like to have it in her. 

"And Mitch, before going down on her, would often work his middle finger 
deep into her vagina and probe in the hot, wet, yielding depths, and wonder 
what it would feel like to bury all his cock in there. 

"They talked about it. He was willing to try it wearing a rubber. She wanted 
more protection, and bought a two-week supply of pills from a woman she knew 
at the restaurant. The night came when they tried it. 

"Jill lay completely naked on their mattress on the floor in the corner of 
their large studio apartment. Her hair was spread in disarray on the plump 
foam pillow she liked best. She was reading a pocketbook by the light from 
an old gooseneck student lamp on the floor. 

"She was a little scared. Her belly held a sinking sensation. She breathed 
faster than normal. She was aware of Mitch sitting at the rusty chrome table 
they had bought for four dollars. 

He was finishing a big second helping of mince pie. He loved it and she 
couldn't eat it. 

"Tonight he was going to fuck her. 

"She looked over at him. He was sitting at the table naked. They often 
stripped and went the whole late evening and early morning hours naked. The 
both worked from two to ten P.M. 

"She listened to the rain on the window and on the low roof next door. The 
cars swished wetly past on the street four floors below. "She felt slightly 
nauseous, but that was a side effect of The Pill. 

"She glanced at her wristwatch. It was- now past one in the morning. She put 
her book down and looked at Mitch closely. She saw his heavy, long penis 
standing up alongside his flat belly. It could get very hard and stiff, she 
knew. 

"She locked her fingers under her neck and made growling pleasure sounds as 
she arched and stretched. 

"Mitch heard and saw ... the signal. He was a little embarrassed at his own 
body's eagerness. God, did he have a hard on! The old cock really was eager 
to sink into Jill's cunt. 

"He looked at her. His girl ... his woman ... his sister. A shiver went up 
his spine. But he loved her! He hadn't met any girl, before or since they 
had left home, that suited him as much, in every way. And God, did she love 
him. It amazed him all the time, her abject worship, her open sensuality, 
her common sense. She was the strongest one, the real head of their unusual 
family. 

"He studied her lean, yet sexy body. She was pinup material, except for the 
family beak. She looked fantastic in a bikini at the beach, to say nothing 
just lying there naked, her soft breasts sloping on her chest, the nipples 
poking out, her loins dominated by her wide, plump blonde-fuzzed mound. 

"She turned her head, after her good, bone-cracking stretch, and met his 
blue-eyed gaze with her own. 

"What are you waiting for? Come on and fuck me." 

"He went to the mattress. He had a rubber in his hand. He settled down on 
the blankets. 'You want to put this on me?" 

"She laughed. 'Okay.' She took the small foil package, read the printing, 
and tore it open. She studied the rolled-up thin, transparent rubber. 'Do I 
just roll it on you, or do you want to mouth around a little first?" 

"Mouth by all means." 

"She put the rubber back into its torn package and put it aside. Then she 
suddenly went after his penis with her open mouth. 

"It was a game they occasionally played- she could not use her hand to hold 
his penis still. She had to get it into her mouth without aid as he twisted 
and turned and flopped his stiff, or soft, cock from side to side, up and 
down. 

"Mitch laughed and jerked his hips. His stiff rod of flesh bobbed away from 
her seeking, open mouth and wet, extended tongue. 

"Finally, after the. laughing, giggling moments of the game, she pressed his 
buttocks to the mattress with her body and clamped her mouth swiftly, yet 
lovingly, over the end of his cock. 

"Victory for her! She pressed her full lips down the shaft, took long inches 
into her working, warm mouth, then released it. Then she kissed his 
testicles and roiled over. She was suddenly solemn. 'Work me up good with 
your fingers. I want to be so hot...." 

"Mitch nodded. He french-kissed her deeply, licked her lips, caressed her 
breasts, drew out her vibrant nipples with grasping, three-finger strokings. 

"Jill sighed and shivered and sought his mouth again and again. Their fleshy 
lips brushed erotically, wetly, their knowing tongue-tips fluttered against 
each other. 

"Mitch palmed his left, hand down her body, over her sunken belly, cupped 
her rounded mound, and curved his middle finger into her pussy. The lips 
were slippery with her juices. She was ready. 

"But he delved the finger down over her protruding clitoris, down into her 
hot, jellylike vagina. He thrust his finger deeper and deeper, not finding 
an end, not even finding her cervix. 

"She seemed to like the finger penetration. There was no discomfort for her. 
Her hips lifted against his pressing hand. 

"Mitch suckled on one of her nipples. He withdrew his finger almost all the 
way and worked in a second finger, sending them both deep, while rubbing her 
slick clitoris. 

"Jill smiled and simply enjoyed the manipulation. She in turn handled his 
hard, heavy penis. But she knew even three fingers, though almost as thick 
as his penis, were only about half its length. 

"When he got on top, when he put this monster in her, then she'd get a new 
experience. She hoped she could take him, all of him. Maybe she could, maybe 
their genes were matched that way, too-both a big nose, a big penis on the 
males, and a corresponding deep vagina in the females of the family. 

"Now he had three fingers working in her. It felt good. Her hymen had never 
been a problem. She looked down at Mitch's head, fondly, as he suckled on 
her tingling nipple. Sometimes she had the weird sensation of being made 
love to by another girl, so long was his hair. 

"But no girl had a penis! 

"She said shakily, 'Now, I guess;" 

"She took up the rubber, positioned it on his glans, and rolled it down over 
his thick, rigid penis" There wasn't much left to unroll at the base. She 
was scared again, and something in her lower guts was fluttering 
spasmodically. 

"Mitch covered Jill. His cock prodded at her crotch. She reached down and 
guided it into herself. She was surprised at how easily it went in. It felt 
awfully thick; her vaginal mouth felt stretched, but not painfully so. And 
he was being so careful about going too deep. 

"Jill gazed up into Mitch's eyes. 'Keep going, silly. I'll holler when I get 
too much." 

"What if I haven't got enough?" 

"Then I'll holler for a different reason. ...' He was sinking in deeper and 
deeper. 'Ohhh.. ..' Her breath caught. 'That wasn't a holler.' She reached 
between to feel how much he had left. 

"Inches yet. She felt full, sort of distended. Not bad for the first time! 

"Jill threw her arms around her brother's neck. 'Oh, Mitch, I love you! Fuck 
me! Fuck me to death!" 

"And it seemed to her for a few minutes he was going to do it. Those last 
few inches hurt like the devil. They stretched her inside till she was 
burning, sort of tearing way up in her belly where he was deepest. 

"Then it became a dull ache as he kept on thrusting into her, not always so 
deep, not always all the way. But often enough to make her gasp when it 
happened. 

"The pain wiped out all her passion. And she began to wonder if the rubber 
was still whole, not split or leaking or anything. 

"She knew he was going to make it-he was sobbing, gripping her shoulders 
hard, his lean face over her was masklike, and his eyes were staring down 
through her, through everything. His long, shoulder-length hair swayed on 
each side of his face. 

"She noticed he had shaved very close, needlessly, though at seventeen he 
had a mature beard. It wasn't offensive to her if he skipped to every other 
day. 

"He was bludgeoning in and out of her. He was gasping, panting. He was 
sweating. 

"To Mitch the moment was magic. The molten lava of orgasmic pleasure was 
boiling his guts. 'Oh, sweet sister, what a tight, deep, cunt you have!" 

"Her insides spasmed each time he went deep! Her cunt-mouth tightened on his 
cock with a sensuous grip that drove him crazy each time he withdrew and 
plowed in. 

"The sparkling hot pleasure was in his guts, coming fast, expanding, taking 
him, filling his groin, making his cock golden, making it a solid, curved, 
club of hot iron flesh! 

"He grunted, 'Jill ... Jill, ohhh, Jesus.' He slammed into her as hard and 
far as he could. He tried to drive her into the mattress. He sobbed, eyes 
tight, mouth distorted, body working like a pile driver. 

"She kept her arms around him and crooned, gasping, into his ear, as the 
pain thrummed in her belly from his drubbing plunges. 'I love you, Mitch, I 
love you; do it, finish, finish big-----" 

"Then at last it was over and she knew it would be a long time before she 
would let him do it again. But maybe next time it wouldn't hurt as much. 

"When he finally pulled out, she saw with relief that the rubber was 
undamaged. The semen was all inside. 

"She led him to the bathroom and took the rubber off his shrinking penis. 
She washed him and dried- his penis and kissed it. She whispered, 'I love my 
big brother so much. We'll be together like this always, won't we?" 

"Mitch nodded. 

"And maybe they will be. As far as I know, they still are." 

Although this case came to us through a third party, there is enough in the 
narration to give us a clue as to the problem facing Mitch and Jill. Just 
how long they can suppress the incest taboo deep within their subconscious 
and live out their life fantasy in secret is the uppermost question at this 
time. 

Assuming this can be carried out for some time, it is doubtful that, as both 
Mitch and Jill mature physically and emotionally, their "marriage" can 
continue at a successful level. They will be unable to create a stable world 
of their own in their incestuous atmosphere. Either they will part and each 
lead a normal life, or they will try to continue their life together as man 
and wife and will end up destroying each other emotionally. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Laura and Jamie ... Together 

"I knew when I kissed him that it was all wrong-or at least somebody said it 
was-but I didn't care. Who'd find out if Jamie, my thirteen-year-old kid 
brother, didn't say anything? 

"Oh, sure, I have a steady guy that I fool around with, but that doesn't 
mean too much to me with this new thing I've got going. You see, Jamie is 
big for his age. He even passes for eighteen sometimes. I'd had an eye on 
him for a couple of years now, I guess. Everyone had told me he's a far-out 
guy, and now I've had my chance to prove it! 

"When I first tasted those sweet honey lips of his, I knew I couldn't stop 
even if I wanted to. No way, baby! My twitching pussy told me I couldn't let 
that night end until we were in bed together. I wanted to feel that 
little-boy hairless chest pressing against my tits, my belly against his, 
his young rod between my legs. I guess that's what happens when you're a 
horny college chick with an eye on a kid brother. 

"I could tell from his kiss that he'd been around some even though our 
parents thought he was their virgin baby. He didn't slobber all over me like 
so many other guys have done. Instead, his tongue drove itself deep into my 
mouth wiggling and squirming in an experienced, sexy way. I wonder where he 
learned that? 

"Some guys give you what they call 'butterfly kisses'-one minute it's there, 
the next minute it's gone. Other guys not only try to gag you with their 
tongue, but then they cover half your face with their mouth and you get 
slobber all over. Not my Jamie. His lips and tongue knew exactly what they 
were doing and where they were going. Even though the whole thing had been 
my idea, he did pretty well at taking me up on it. That's why we have a 
groovy thing going, even now! 

"That night we were sitting on the big sofa in the living room watching TV 
and messing around. We'd found an old bottle of some kind of wine around the 
house and started having a little party. It didn't take too much of that old 
'cherry juice' for me to get hung up on his crotch. I mean, what the hell, 
I've gotten a few peeks in here and there when he was getting undressed, so 
it's not like I didn't have some kind of an idea what he had. 

"I guess I didn't try very hard to make it seem accidental when I slipped my 
hand on his thigh. Even then I could feel the heat bursting from his pants. 
He was more involved in my hand than in the program so I didn't stop. By 
this time my breath was getting hot and pretty heavy, and I was screwing my 
ass into the sofa to try and make the twitching stop at least for a minute. 

"He took me into his arms just like an older guy might do and kissed me 
again. It was a long french kiss that began with his tongue exploring the 
corners of my mouth and ended with him frantically licking and nibbling on 
my chin and neck. His hand dropped below my waist, and his fingers started 
moving fan-wise across my belly and hips. When his hand had reached my 
belly, it roved across me gently, lazily, yet with an urgency I hadn't 
anticipated from my kid brother. I guess he wanted to ball me as much as I 
wanted him. 

"Now that I think about it, the whole thing was a weird combination of 
boy-man, if you know what I mean. You know, he knew what he was doing, but 
he hadn't been at it long enough to develop a technique of any kind. He was 
still doing pretty good for the first time out with me, you know. 

"The feel of his hand, inexperienced but gentle and promising strength, sent 
a delicious burning shiver down my spine and back up again. I felt the fire 
inside me reach toward him as I held him closer and felt his hand creep up 
and firmly cup and massage my tits. Maybe it was the idea that I was making 
it with my brother, but I know I've never felt like that with any other guy. 
It was really strange. He's six years younger than me, yet he can make me 
feel like a real woman. 

"The burning sensation traveled down past my belly to my pussy, and I could 
feel it start to get wet like it never had before Jamie touched me. I dug my 
fingernails deep into his back, causing him to arch his body and fuse his 
shirt to my chest. Suddenly, I had to get his shirt off, I couldn't stand 
not being able to feel his nakedness. He didn't smell musky and colognish 
like an older man would, you know. Somehow he smelled sweet and fresh, if 
you understand me. 

"I mashed my tits against his lean chest, then pulled away a bit and started 
to unbutton him slowly. I was drawn to his full, rich, half-open lips, 
waiting for me to kiss them. When I did, he wriggled his tongue into me, 
groaning softly as he wrapped his arms around me. 

"His hands were strong, yet gentle and loving in their own fumbly way as 
they traveled the curve of my hips as though they were skim- ming off a pair 
of my tight-fitting panties. By this time I had his shirt off and crumpled 
somewhere on the floor. I matched his moves with travels of my own, rubbing 
and patting the place on his stomach where light hairs were beginning to 
spring up, then skimming lower, moving over the hard bulge in his pants. 

"I could feel myself drooling as I unzipped his pants and reached into his 
shorts for his cock. It felt good in my hand, hard and throbbing. It was 
just begging for my wet, hungry mouth or pussy ... or both. Finally, after 
I'd positioned myself almost on top of him, I felt his hands circling my 
ass, his fingers tugging and pulling clumsily at my pants zipper. My hips 
were wildly alive now, ramming forward as hard as they could until I could 
almost feel the head of his cock burrowing into my navel. I. had to help him 
with the zipper which irritated me, but what the hell, he hadn't had that 
much experience. 

"My mouth had hungrily become glued to his ear, and if we hadn't gotten that 
zipper undone fast, I might have nibbled it away. In a frenzied fit, we 
started tearing at each other's clothing, peeling the fabrics of restraint 
off our eager, excited bodies. I could feel him anxiously plucking at and 
finally opening my bra hooks, while my own fingers fumbled with his belt 
buckle and tugged at his pants. In minutes we were sprawled across the couch 
naked, our clothes in a big pile on the floor. He lay down first so I wound 
up on top of him. It's not always a good position to get started in, but we 
were in too much of a hurry, and I was sort of afraid he might shoot it off 
before I got to work on his tool. 

"As I covered his body with my own, his squirming tongue drilled deeply into 
my mouth almost reaching my throat. His hot, sweaty hands covered my tits 
and explored them and their hard bulletlike tips. My own hands were busy 
gripping his hard cock with the little peach-fuzz bush around it. Even 
though it was pretty young, it had the gristly, strong feel to it, the man 
feel, you know. 

"I broke our tonguing, licking kiss and pressed my nibbling lips to his ear. 
'Jamie, I want to do things to you! I want to feel you." 

"I don't really know if he said anything back or not, the only thing I 
remember is that his hips answered for him as they pushed up, drilling his 
cock into my cupped and rounded hand. I could feel his prick muscles twitch 
as it slid in and out of my hand. 

"I want to kiss your little joymaker, Jamie,' I moaned. 'I really do! I need 
it, Jamie!' My voice started cracking. I couldn't take much longer of just 
touching it and not feeling it in me. I knew I couldn't! 

"I lay over on my side, facing him. Then I took one of his hands slowly in 
mine, and iso- lating his middle finger, I pressed his hand between my 
thighs and put the finger on my fuck button. Even though I was actually 
doing it myself, the first touch of his finger was like a bolt of 
electricity running from my cunt to my brain and back down again. I could 
even feel my toes stretch and dig into the cushions as I spread my legs, 
giving him more room. 

"I hope I'm doing it right to you, Laura,' he mumbled. The sound was a bit 
muffled because his face was pressed against my tits which were squirming 
and wiggling almost of their own mind. I put my hand over his and directed 
his fingers around my clit then back on it. Trembling, I spread my legs even 
further, then pushed his finger into my hole. I think I almost got my own 
finger in there along with his. I'm not really sure about that, though. 

"He looked deep into my eyes, a confused look like maybe he wasn't doing it 
as good as he should be or something like that. I smiled at him to let him 
know that everything was all right and there was nothing to worry about. I 
kissed him again, hotter than before,- but not as long. My hand was pumping 
on his cock as I tried to guide him with the other hand. It was a bit 
uncomfortable, but it got things going for us. It didn't take him too long 
before he knew just where to keep his finger if he could possibly follow my 
squirming and wriggling ass. 

"I lowered my head and scooted down just enough so I could get a chance to 
suck on his pink and brown nipples. The minute I flicked my tongue out and 
touched the tip of one he moaned loudly, a guttural animallike sound that 
was like beautiful music to my ears. His finger had gotten a little faster 
action now, and it was taking turns between playing with the fuck button and 
sliding in and out of my pussy hole. 

"It was really hard to go down his body slow and easy, straining you know. I 
left a trail of wet, nibbling licks and kisses over his chest and firm belly 
as my tongue squirmed its way down near his bush. Then I stopped. I brought 
my body up, and kind of hanging over him, I guided the reddish head of his 
rod to my pussy lips. I gently rubbed it against my dripping wetness, 
tracing the line of my slit and, teasingly, let it touch my hole. God, you 
never saw a guy squirm and jump so much at any one time! I would almost 
think he was doing some kind of new dance or something the way he moved his 
body. Even his balls sort of jiggled. I reached down and cupped him there as 
he ground his ass into the couch. That really felt good, you know, teasing a 
cock with your pussy, but not putting it in. I wasn't ready for that scene 
with Jamie that night. 

"Instead, I drifted down on his body, stopping occasionally to nibble at 
him. He must have really dug what I was doing, because he wrapped his 
fingers in my hair and actually pushed my head down faster! I had his cock 
held pretty, good in my hand all the time I was going through this other 
routine, pumping it slowly up and down and scraping the sides whenever I 
could with my nails. 

"It seemed like an eternity before my eyes lined up with his prick. By then 
I thought I felt the saliva drooling out of my mouth and down my chin-that's 
how hot I was getting! His rod was a pale white, you know, like something 
that hasn't really been used that often and needed some good, healthy 
exercise. Hey, that sounds kind of right, doesn't it? I mean, it really 
looked hungry, you know, for a good mouth or a pussy like mine. 

"I wanted to jam that sweet prick of his all the way back in my throat, you 
know, so far back that I would gag on it. The head was a pinkish red, and I 
kind of got hung up looking at it through my glassy eyes. It's a wonder I 
could see anything as hot as I was! I wanted to pull and suck on that cock 
of his, madly trying to swallow his sweet rod all the way down to its base. 
The whole scene was just driving me mad! 

"I wanted to drive him completely out of his mind-you know, to do him like 
he'd never been done and never would be, I hoped. I wanted that sweet baby 
all to myself. He proved to be so much of a swinger that it nearly blew my 
mind! Even as experienced with guys as I was sup- posed to be, I never did 
much cocksucking. Now, that's all I wanted to do-all day and all night! 

"His joymaker had grown to a fairly good size. Like, I couldn't believe a 
guy his age could have a dick on him like that! Circling his stiff joint 
with one hand, I cupped the full sac of his not-yet-ripe balls. Oh, God, I 
bet he'll drive every chick nuts in the next few years! I lowered myself 
still further until I'd spread his legs real good and wiggled myself in the 
space between them. He was real excited, let me tell you! He kind of 
squeezed his legs together until they were really holding me tight, you 
know. 

"I held the root of his marvelous peach-fuzzed cock with one hand and gently 
lifted his balls with the other. Lazily, taking much more time than I ever, 
did, I ran my tongue around the ripe red knob of his luscious and exciting 
joymaker, thoroughly drooling and wetting the whole top of it. 

"Jamie, have you ever had a chick do this to you before?' I asked while 
wetting my lips more, preparing to swallow him whole. 

"No, baby,' he moaned softly. 

"I felt his body get real stiff then as I slid his baby dick into my hungry 
mouth. I was real happy, you know, I'd done something for him no other chick 
had done yet-that was a good sign. Why not just keep the loving in the 
family? 

"When he jerked his body up, he brought his hands behind my head and tangled 
his fingers in my hair. Sure, he pulled on it a little too hard, but then 
what could I expect for the first time out? I slowly started rocking my head 
back and forth, and it wasn't too long before his hands and hips were 
helping me rock right, if you know what I mean. I let my teasing tongue and 
lips slide all around his joint again, then I took it in my mouth, moving 
down toward my fist, the one holding the base of his joymaker. 

"It didn't take too long before Jamie got the hang of what I was doing to 
him and really got with it. He fucked my mouth like it's never been fucked! 
All this time he was moaning, each time a little bit hoarser and thrashing 
as much as he could all over that fucking sofa. It was really far out! 

"We kept that up for a long time, you know; he held his baby batter for what 
seemed like a long time. My feet were dangling off the arm of the sofa, but 
I never thought it might be uncomfortable until it was all over. 

"I can't hold out anymore, Laura!' he cried. It almost sounded like some 
kind of a whine. His hands suddenly pushed my head down on him real hard, 
you know. I could almost feel all his peach fuzz tickling my nose. Then he 
started really fucking me. It was really out of sight, you know. Here was 
this kid fucking my mouth like he had himself a nice juicy pussy. 

"It was real slow and fairly nice and easy at first then he started fucking 
it harder, pushing my head down still more. Finally, his body leaped like he 
was stung or something. I reached under him and tried to cup his ass cheeks, 
but I couldn't do that without letting go of his cock, so I gave up. Once, 
twice, three times he jerked like that. I thought I was getting a hole 
drilled in my head. I loved every minute of it, especially when I tasted the 
first drops of his juices. They weren't thick and creamy like the older 
guys'-no, it was thin and filmy, but it was Jamie's, my brother's, and I 
swallowed it down like I've never swallowed anything before ! 

"I was kind of disappointed then I guess. It's not that it wasn't good, you 
know, it's just that it seemed like it was over too fast. I knew there would 
be a lot more, though, if I played all my cards right and didn't push too 
hard. That's what I was really waiting for." 

The foregoing narration quite candidly relates the details of Laura 
P------'s seduction of her thirteen-year-old brother, Jamie. The 
nineteen-year-old college sophomore seemed extremely innocent as she related 
her experiences. 

Laura is a pixieish-looking blonde whose innocent appeal is quite deceiving. 
Prior to her relationship with her younger brother, she'd been involved with 
several "older men," but had found those relationships rather stale toward 
the end. She was looking for new excitement when her eyes feasted on Jamie 
and the possibilities therein. She readily admits that, aside from the 
relationship with her younger brother, she could only achieve a satisfactory 
orgasm when at least three males were involved at the same time. Doing it 
with more than one at a time had become her latest "experiment." 

As a girl enrolled in an institution of higher learning, Laura should have 
been aware of the implications which surround her incestuous relationship 
with her brother. However, she now appears to have no qualms about having 
seduced him, an attitude which should be examined closely. 

In her narration, she states that she had "had an eye on him for a couple of 
years." Therefore, we learn that their initial sexual intimacy was not 
spontaneous, but had been planned by Laura over a considerable length of 
time. She is a hy-persexed young woman, and her brother proved to be an 
available and, apparently, willing partner. For purposes of evaluation, we 
can assume that Jamie is not completely aware of the possible consequences 
of incestuous relations. Laura, the older, more intelligent partner, is the 
antagonist of the case history. She has been able to suppress any fear of 
far-reaching punishments, either physical or emotional, because of her 
behavior. 

This is a factor present in a number of selec- tive cases. George W. Henry, 
in his book Society and the Sex Variant, believes that "incestuous relations 
continue in spite of deep-seated fear of the probable consequences. They are 
not uncommon in childhood. Few persons have escaped thoughts of, or desire 
for, such intimacies; the close association of siblings ... contributes to 
such desires." 

Laura, as we shall discover later in her narration, is a prime candidate for 
a life of nymphomania. Her participation in troilistic sexual activity 
together with her lascivious pleasure of any sex act, exemplify an 
insatiable sexual appetite. Although this in itself is a form of abnormal 
behavior, the injection of her brother into the picture constitutes even 
greater ramifications. For one, it reflects the lack of parental authority 
in her upbringing. By clever planning and catlike cunning, she is able to 
bypass the parental element to obtain her goal. 

Despite the wanton overtones of her actions, Laura, too, is a victim. She is 
a victim of an environment that had offered inadequate guidelines for her to 
incorporate as part of her sexuality, guidelines such as those laid down by 
Louis P. Thorpe in his book The Psychology of Mental Health. 

... Adequate and accurate sex information should be given to both children 
and adolescents; adolescents and young adults of the same sex should not be 
segregated for long periods of time; children should not be encouraged to 
sleep together ... or be in intensely stimulating situations where physical 
contact and sexual arousal would tend to be present, but where no normal 
gratification is possible; and children should be given prompt help and 
guidance in understanding the real basis of sex problems. 

Many of these proposed precautionary measures were unavailable to Laura. As 
a result, she is incestuous and promiscuous, and accepts them both as a 
normal part of her life. To her there is no such syndrome as abnormal 
behavior. She lives her life as it comes to her, and if the whim to engage 
in sexual intercourse with her brother should arise, then so be it. 
Eventually, Laura will require help. And when that time comes, it will 
probably be a very difficult and painful road back. 

"You know, I saw these two dudes at the dance and I got hungry, baby, real 
hungry. One was a big black guy with a build on him like a stone wall ... I 
mean hard, baby, real nice and hard. The other guy was Italian or Spanish, 
something like that, you know. That reminds me, he had a real young-looking 
baby face. He didn't even look like he belonged in college, though I found 
out later that he was a junior. See, that's how looks can fool you. 

"Anyway, I couldn't help but study these guys' pants, especially the 
crotches. I guess it didn't take too long for Len-that's the black guy-to 
figure what was going through my hot little mind. Besides, I kept squeezing 
my legs together-I think I was maybe trying to keep my wetness from dripping 
down my leg or something like that. 

"I guess I'm pretty bold or whatever you'd call it, because I didn't even 
bother to ask Len if he'd mind some company. I just started hinting to both 
the guys that I'd be ready for any action if they wanted to give it a try. 

"My plan worked. I got Len first and we wound up in an old storeroom in one 
of the frat houses. I was really horny by that time, you know. So we swapped 
tongues and made it right there on the floor. I dug his brand of sex, you 
know. 

"Then I left him and rounded up the other dude. I took him to the same place 
and we went through a real wild round-the-world trip. Far out! 

"I think it was last week that I invited those two college guys to come over 
and meet my new stud-Jamie, of course. I didn't tell them Jamie was my kid 
brother. Maybe they would believe me, then again, maybe they wouldn't. 
That's not the point-the point is that I just wanted them to know that 
there's plenty of my mouth and pussy to take care of all of them. Jamie 
didn't really think I could go that route, but when I showed him I could-we 
could-he really hung loose and swung with it. 

"In certain moods I'm just hungry for Jamie. I mean, my pussy just wants to 
feel him and no one else. See, I'm willing to give up most anything for my 
kid brother. I remember the time we balled in the shower. Even though our 
folks weren't home, I locked the door behind us just in case, and damned 
near threw myself all over him at one time. He was still sort of innocent 
then, and I guess I kinda scared him. 

"After a bit, he kissed me real hard, you know, with his juicy tongue doing 
all sorts of crazy things inside my drooling mouth. I wanted to swallow his 
tongue, you know ... I just kept opening my mouth wider and wider, taking 
him in. I guess I flipped out, really blew my cool. I started grinding 
against him and slyly peeling his clothes off along with my own. 

"I've gotten to be pretty good at strips-I'll bet I couldn't be beat by too 
many other chicks in that game. My tits were boring holes in his chest, and 
I kept moving my bottom in circles, pushing harder and harder onto his hard 
on. Since I had him almost naked by that time, I could feel his cock growing 
as it pressed against my leg. It seemed even bigger than it had the first 
time we'd balled-maybe fucking and sucking makes a cock grow, who knows? I 
started squeezing and rubbing it, poking the head against my leg, teasing it 
against my pussy, and doing all sorts of things with it. I may have flipped 
out, but I could see he was in no better shape. 

"I stuck my tongue in his mouth again, and he went further in. Clawing at 
each other and still holding our kiss, we staggered over to the wall and 
fell onto the soft foam shower mat. I wouldn't have cared if we'd fallen on 
dirt, I was that far gone! 

"I wrapped myself around him then and really started sucking on that tongue 
of his. I mean, like I sucked his tongue into my mouth as hard as I could, I 
;Could even feel my tongue and jaw muscles beginning to ache because I was . 
pulling on him so hard. I practically shoved one of his hands into my 
snatch, you know, sticking the fingers right in there, baby! The way he'd 
handled me really flipped me out. Sure, he fumbled some, but then again he 
hurt me. I just loved it when he'd pull on my hair, pulling my head back and 
down. All this time he'd be ramming those fingers of his in and out of me 
like some kind of a piston or something. I was just screwing my way all 
across that bathroom floor, let me tell you! It didn't matter that it was a 
hard tile floor and made my ass a little sore, I just ground down into it as 
if it was some kind of a soft pillow or something. 

"He pulled away from my mouth and was tongue-teasing me by licking my tits 
and nipples, and nibbling all over my chest. His hot, naked cock was really 
hard now, and he talked to me with it. He'd shove his hips up, then come 
down with the force of a grown man. Aaagh ... it hurt, baby, but it hurt so 
nice! 

"I kind of half-assed managed to hold his body up a little bit while I 
really started jacking him off. I didn't want to do it too much, because 
then he just might shoot his wad in my hand, and I'd have to start all over 
again. That's one thing about a young kid ... they pop off too fast; they 
just don't know how to really hold it back too well. Jamie's much better 
now, though. He can hold off for almost fifteen minutes while I do my thing 
all over his body. That's cool. 

"By this time, he'd moved his hand from between my thighs and was trying to 
disengage my hand off his throbbing joymaker. For the first time, he wanted 
to put it in me by himself -I didn't have to help him at all. He had his rod 
in his hand and ran the head of-it all along my dripping pussy, you know, to 
make it wetter, I guess. Then he slowly found the hole and started in. His 
cock wasn't all that big, but I hadn't had a straight fuck for such a long 
time -what with all my other extracurricular activ- ities and such-that it 
kind of hurt just a little bit when he first started ramming that honey 
stick home. I'd gotten so hung up on tongue jobs lately that I'd almost 
forgotten fucking can be sweet, too, if you have two groovy bodies balling 
together. 

"He was raised a little bit over me, you know, gently sticking it in. His 
one hand was busy doing weird things to my tits, like he was pinching it or 
something, but real hard so that I had to cry because it hurt. He almost 
stopped when I yelled, but I kept his hand there and told him not to worry 
for I dug the action, you know." 

"Hey, baby brother, fuck me!' I heard my own voice, like a stranger's crying 
softly, breathlessly. 'Oh, Christ! Jamie, fuck me, fuck me... aaagh, fuck 
me, FUCK ME!" 

"Well, I asked for it, all of it, and I damn sure got it! He came down on me 
with a ton, like nothing I'd had before. Next thing I knew I felt a burning, 
searing pain flashing like strobe lights as it raced through my body setting 
every nerve, every muscle, every damn thing on fire! I don't know why, but I 
kept getting flashes of him when he was younger, like about ten or so, but 
with the same size cock just creaming in and out and all over me. I thought 
of creamy, White, thick come spurting out and flying in all directions. 
Flying in my hair . . . across my belly, splashing on my tits . . . dripping 
onto my wiry pussy.... Oh, goddamn my sister-fucking brother ... he was a 
groovy, growing stud! 

"He just kept right on coming down on me like he was digging for some kind 
of a well or something, and he drilled my damn ass cheeks into that floor. 
I'd spread my legs far apart and brought the knees up so I could hold onto 
him a little bit better, you know. Then I got cramps in my legs and had to 
put them down again. That didn't work too well, so I finally managed to 
scoot close enough to the wall so I could brace my feet against it. That son 
of a bitch didn't miss a beat all the time-he just kept right on coming down 
harder and harder! 

"Pretty soon I could feel him shake like the same kind of electricity 
running through me was transferring to him, you know. He seemed to buck a 
bit, then he really rammed it in. I thought it had hit my stomach or 
something like that from the way it felt. I could feel his hot, milky juices 
shooting up into my gut, coating my insides like so much thick cream, you 
know. I started yelling incoherently, and I think I heard his screams mixing 
in with mine somewhere along the same time. 

"We just lay there, his cock still in my pussy and still twitching as the 
last few drops dribbled out. He started to pull out, but I wouldn't let him. 
No, I couldn't let him pull it out .. . not just yet. I wanted to keep my 
baby brother's cock in me forever! 

"That's when Jamie really blew my mind- like, it was forever, baby. He was 
still trying to catch his breath, and I almost didn't believe I heard what 
he said to me. He said, 'Laura, I'm damn proud to be my big sister's 
favorite stud!' Can you take it, baby? I don't think I've ever been as happy 
as I was that very moment on the bathroom floor with my baby brother's cock 
up in my come-drenched pussy! 

"Oh, Jamie, I'm proud to be my brother's old lady,' I whispered hoarsely to 
him. My heart was just pounding itself to death inside my heaving chest. I 
knew what I wanted to say next, but I wasn't sure if he'd do it. 'Uh, Jamie 
baby,' I stammered, 'uh, would you suck me now? Please. Oh, God, please suck 
me,' I cried out shrilly. 

"He didn't answer. I vaguely felt his now limp cock slithering out of my 
dripping cunt and sliding down along my thigh. Then I felt what I'd been 
waiting so desperately for ... his warm breath tickling along the insides of 
my still twitching thighs. First, the warm breath, then the electric, 
titillating touch of his soft, wet searching tongue as it testily flicked 
out and explored my oozing pussy. 

"I opened my eyes now and looked down. He was semikneeling on the floor 
directly in front of me, his feet scrunched and pressed firmly against the 
wall where my legs were still kind of propped up. His cute little boyish 
head was between my legs, and his shoulders were just about under my bent 
knees. Well, what do you know, I thought to myself, my kid brother is a 
faster learner than I dreamed he would be. And what's more, he's freaky, 
too! 

"He was trying to reach one of my tits with one hand, but I guess I was in 
the wrong kind of position or his arms weren't quite long enough. I kind of 
shriveled up, you might say, and he reached it, all right. Then he started 
massaging it and pinching the nipple harder each time he came around it. His 
other hand had made itself at home too, you know; it was fondling my bare, 
quivering belly and playing with my wiry pussy hairs, gently pulling on 
them. God, he was driving me right out of my ever-loving skull. I wonder if 
he realized what he was doing to me? 

"Then suddenly I felt what I'd been waiting so long for ... his tongue 
squirming its way around my pussy lips. It was a crazy kind of feeling-you 
know, the kind where it starts cra-zily burning right in your gut until it 
just takes you over completely, and you no longer have any kind of control 
over what you're doing. It was happening right in my snatch, but the crazy, 
sweet, sharp tingling spread all over me, from my spread-open cunt lips to 
my teeth. I felt like I'd really flaked out and all this couldn't possibly 
be happening to me, you know; it was just too good a feeling to really be 
true! 

"I gasped loudly, then bit my lips until I felt I could almost taste the 
blood. I didn't want to scream or anything like that, but I couldn't help 
the mad, impossible pleasures that were shooting through me in lightning 
waves. The nub of my fuckbutton was just in full-blown heat, throbbing and 
pulsating, crying for more and more of my baby brother's sweet, sweet 
tongue. I didn't know if I could stand much more of his sweetness without 
blowing my mind completely. 

"He moved his mouth off my pussy for just a little while, taking time to 
nibble his way down my leg-first one, then the other-and then he started 
tonguing my legs. It was really freaky! I'd never thought that it could do 
anything for me just to have some guy-especially my baby brother-down there 
tonguing my legs! He lifted my foot and started teasing my toes just a 
little bit, you know, then he moved back up and traced wild, electric little 
circles around my snatch, taking the folds of my pussy lips ever so gently 
between his teeth and softly grinding them. It felt so good! You just 
couldn't possibly believe how good that felt to me. I don't know whether 
it's the fact that he's my brother or what, but I do know that he's gotten 
to be a good balling partner. 

"For some silly reason, I thought of our mother just then. Dad was gone, 
long gone. You know, he left us when Jamie and I were just kids, and Mom has 
been doing all sorts of things to keep skin and bones together for all of 
us. I got to college on a kind of poor man's scholarship and a loan. I know 
she doesn't know it yet, but I know how she gets some of the money we live 
on. I've watched her many a night when I was supposed to be sleeping, you 
know. She's had some rather interesting fucking partners. I wonder what 
she'd say if'I mentioned that Jamie and I would like to help her out in some 
little way. Maybe we could even have some kind of family scene going and 
charge money for admission or something like that. Well, hell, why not? I 
can dig a good orgy, and I know Jamie could, too, so what's the hassle? Oh 
well, it probably wouldn't work out too well anyway ... no use thinking 
about it now. The tongue . . . moving up and down my pussy. In and out my 
hole ... oh, God, you can sure come up with some good fuckers in this world, 
can't you? 

"Jamie's tongue really does weird things to me ... I can't even begin to 
explain. Here he's just thirteen years old and getting experience that some 
grown studs don't have and can't get. How wild! 

"Somehow his finger found my little brown hole, right in the middle and 
below my ass crack. I could feel him doing funky things there. How can a kid 
so young do all those things and improvise yet? I damn sure know I'm not 
about to ask any silly questions. Would you? 

"I reached down and pressed his head to me, kind of trying to glue it to my 
pussy. I couldn't help it, and I wasn't even thinking of whether or not he 
could breathe-as if that really made a bit of difference one way or the 
other. I heard the wet slurping, sucking sounds as he pulled my lips further 
apart, lapping up the creamy juices oozing out of me. His head was bobbing 
almost like mine does when I'm on his cock, but not quite as much, you know, 
just lazily seeming to move up and down as the slick, snakelike tongue 
squirms in and out of my hot, gushing hole. Suddenly, I felt it... I was 
coming. 

"How do you describe coming? It was like flying through the air on 
alternately hot and cold wings. Or maybe it's like feeling icicles and other 
things shooting up and down you, starting from the tips of your toes and 
flying right up to your hair roots. It's like everything and nothing at the 
same time! Just far out, creamy smooth burning up, if that's possible. I 
don't know. 

"I didn't realize it just then, but he was jacking off a little bit while he 
sucked. He just made it hard and then he stopped. The warm, syrupy flowing 
feeling continued right on up through my belly and hit my tits like a bolt 
of lightning. My ears started ringing, tingling and burning at the same 
time. I couldn't believe it, it felt like I was the fireworks display on the 
Fourth of July. I heard myself moaning, groan- ing, doing all sorts of 
things, I didn't know I did. All this time his tongue kept on lapping, 
licking, sucking, sliding in and out of my quaking pussy hole. He did it 
lazily. I guess he was trying to make me hold out just a little bit longer, 
but it was too late for me. I couldn't do that little thing for him. 

"Finally, I had to grab his head real hard to make him stop flicking that 
crazy tongue ... I'd creamed all over and he still hadn't stopped! We just 
lay there on the tile floor, his face smashed up to my pussy and my 
sweat-drenched body heaving and quivering under his young maleness. 

"After what seemed like at least one hundred years, I found myself lazily 
floating back down to reality. In velvety waves of blackness and a mild sort 
of flashing light, I crashed. 

"After I'd come back down to earth, I found Jamie still between my legs, but 
now with his head propped up with his elbow. He took turns staring first at 
my face and then at my still oozing pussy. He grinned, a slow, lazy kind of 
grin that seemed to spread from one ear to the other. 'Hi there, sis,' he 
said and smiled up at me. 

"Hi yourself,' I half moaned back at him. I didn't even think I could get 
the words out all in one breath you know, it was that hard. 

"Did I do okay, sis?' he asked, a puzzled but elated look on his almost 
hairless face. 

"You did better than okay, silly,' I an- swered. Taking a'deep breath, I 
continued with, 'You did extra super, little brother!" 

"Again he grinned and flicked out that freaky tongue of his. As soon as the 
tip of it hit my sensitive pussy again, I thought I was going to jump clear 
through the roof. Playfully, I grabbed him by the hair, 'Whoa. Hold on, baby 
brother. There's more time!' I tried to say it in such a way that he 
couldn't figure out what his tongue was doing to me. I didn't want him to 
get too cocky about it, you know. From the devilish look on his face, I 
gathered I didn't succeed with my farce too well. He knew I dug it and there 
wasn't a thing I could do to hide it. 

"When's my turn, Laura?' he asked, showing me his hard cock gripped firmly 
in his hand. He kind of waved it at me, you know, like a flag or something. 

"Well, come here,' I mumbled, 'I can't reach it way down there!" 

"Quickly he scooted up towards my face. Actually, he sat to the side of it 
so I'd just have to turn my head around a bit to get at it. He was just a 
big tease-that's one thing I was sure he was very proud of. I could see the 
delicate blue veins almost popping out of the skin as he started lazily 
jacking it off right in front of my face. 

"'You like this, don't you, sis?' he whispered huskily. 'You really like 
this little hunk of meat, don't you?" 

"Oh, for Christ sake, Jamie, yes. I like it ... I love it. Oh, God!' I cried 
out. In the next instant I'd rolled over on my side almost and stuck most of 
it in my mouth. I didn't usually start out like that, but I wanted to taste 
it while it was still kind of wet with my own come. That's why I swallowed 
it up to the base--the only reason I didn't take more was because he didn't 
have anymore to give me. If he'd had a cock a yard long I'd probably be the 
first one to try and swallow the whole fucking thing in the condition I was 
in! Even with his cock in my mouth and his arms around me, I could still 
feel and hear his tongue going in and out, up and down, and all around my 
aching pussy. 

"He was really hung up on my snatch, you know. Why, even then with him 
half-sitting up he just leaned back and burrowed three fingers into my hole, 
slowly pulling theni out, ramming them back in, and on and on until I was 
more than halfway out of my skull. 

"One good thing about being on a floor, even if it is a bit cramped, you 
don't have to worry about falling or sliding off anything. You know, I 
remember one guy I screwed and at a very inopportune moment we went crashing 
to the floor and his cock almost literally flew out of my pussy, splashing 
come all over everything. It seems funny now, but I was really ticked off 
then. It was such a damn fool thing to do. Now I know that my Jamie wouldn't 
do that to a girl. He'd pick the right 'battleground." 

"I" slowly ran my hungry mouth along his hard little cock, then I flicked 
out my tongue and did the same thing. His whole little prick just glistened 
with all my saliva, it was that wet now. You know, cocks taste marvelous, 
but it depends on what you think of the person you're sucking off. Now, I 
love my brother and he loves me in all kinds of ways, so we both taste good 
to each other, right? 

"He didn't really have a man's smell, if you know what I mean. I guess you'd 
say he smelled like a boy-no cologne or stuff like that. I wanted to do 
everything to him, all at one time-swallow his sweet, stiff cock, 
tongue-bathe his balls, cock, asshole, drink up his come, everything-you 
know, just everything! 

"Jamie was really moaning and groaning now. I even heard animallike groans 
escape my throat and come gurgling up and out of my mouth. I nibbled at his 
balls. I even took them into my mouth as much as I could and kind of nibbled 
on them that way. Then I ran my tongue down his crack and teased his little 
brown hole a little bit. I'd never done that to him quite this way, and by 
the way he jumped, I guessed he was a bit shocked or something like that. 

"I licked the swollen, red knob of his throbbing cock some more, then I 
licked my lips until they were almost dripping wet and made an oval shape 
with my mouth. I pressed the wet, sparkling head of his delicious cock into 
it, teasingly at first, then all the way. Taking my time and moving very 
slowly, I rocked my head gently into his crotch, teasing his peach-fuzz bush 
and sliding my wet, devouring mouth all the way down the rod to the thicker 
part, the root at its base. Again, very slowly I rocked my head backward, 
drawing my tingling mouth back up its hardness, along the meaty shaft of the 
quivering prick, until I only held the very tip of it between my now 
nibbling lips. I don't say what this kind of treatment does to Jamie, but I 
can say that it drives me batty! I just completely flip out when I'm sucking 
his joint, not necessarily any other guy's, although I dig that scene, too. 

"I just kept right on rocking my head forward, then slowly back, biting him 
a little along the way. Just on the underside of a guy's cock there's a kind 
of thin skin, a membrane they call it. I started flicking it with my tongue, 
slowly and ever so lightly, like I was tongue tickling him, you know. I gave 
it a few flicks like that, then I pressed his cock back and up against his 
belly, and ran my tongue up and down the underside of it a couple of times. 
I almost had to hold Jamie down when I did that, because his hips started 
doing all kinds of weird things, kind of like muscle spasms, you know. He 
was really moaning and crying out now so I knew he really liked that even 
though he was in no position at the moment to say so. I went back to 
flicking the underside of his cock, going faster and faster until the 
muscles at the end of my tongue seemed to be going into spasms of their own. 

"His fingers became claws, tangling in my hair, pulling it, snarling it ... 
just everything. He was flat on the floor by now and had stiffly arched his 
body so that he kept some kind of balance even though he was squirming and 
wiggling all over the place. I grabbed the base of his cock real hard, you 
know, kind of pulling it closer to me. That gave me a kind of leverage to 
keep him still. 

"I'let my mouth wander all the way back down his cock and took his sweet 
honey-filled balls into my hungry mouth again. I started washing them, I 
mean really washing them with my tongue. Then I moved my mouth all the way 
back up his cock and found the little split at the top. Lazily, I let my 
tongue wiggle into it, kind of stabbing him very sweetly with my searching 
tongue-spear. God, he yelled out then! I would imagine even the neighbors 
could tell there was something going on in the house. 

"Again I put my mouth over his cock and took the whole thing in, bobbing my 
head up and down as before. 

"Gaining speed quickly, I was really going after his joymaker now. In 
seconds, his hips were jerking wildly in tempo with my devouring mouth. He 
started grunting really loud, you know, and started pulling my head down 
harder and harder on his sliding cock. Once he pulled too hard, and I 
thought I'd jabbed a hole through my throat with his stiff rod. We really 
started going to town then. 

"Finally, he put his fingers back into my twitching cunt. I think he rammed 
at least four in this time, because I almost felt like I was being torn 
apart from seam to seam or something like that. It was really far out! My 
head and his hips jerking together like a drill or something like that, and 
his whole hand ramming in and out of my still drenched pussy ... wow! 

"I think he was kind of afraid of coming off in my mouth, because he started 
to pull away. I didn't try to stop him with my hand . .. no, I just sunk my 
teeth into his cock. I no sooner did that than he really started squirming . 
.. you know, they say like a stuck pig or something like that. Anyway, I 
really had to move my head faster and faster to keep up with him now. I only 
needed one hand to hold onto his rod, so I used the other one to squeeze and 
pinch my tits ... and that helped make it into a real good come! 

"In a mad burst, he shot off. I could feel the warm, kind of sticky fluid 
trickling down my throat, eventually to land in my already come-soaked 
belly. His sweet baby-brother pecker throbbed and jumped in my mouth, adding 
just a little more excitement to an already great day. The come had no 
taste, really; the only thing I can say is that it's very warm. It should 
be, after all that action, don't you think? 

"Jamie and I still make it to this day, although he does it with other girls 
now and then, and I ball a guy once in a while just to make me appreciate 
how great my little brother really is at fucking. I see no reason why we 
can't keep fucking each other the rest of our lives. Can you?" 

It appears that no guilt feelings have emerged from the incestuous 
relationship between Laura and her brother. Because Jamie is younger, he may 
not be able to suppress the incest taboo much longer, and may experience 
some harmful side effects emotionally. 

As for Laura, a more serious tone must be taken, for she certainly is aware 
of the taboo and the ill effects which it can cause not only to herself but 
also to her brother if it is suppressed only partially. The future for Laura 
is too uncertain to make any kind of diagnosis at this writing. It might 
appear that her brother could, when reaching the age of emotional maturity, 
seek and find a healthy male-female realtion-ship outside the family, 
although such a break with Laura could cause serious emotional disturbances 
with her. 

CHAPTER THREE 

She Loved Her Brother Like No Other 

"I looked down at Pat's poor, scarred face between my legs and I smiled. His 
eyes were so grateful, his whole attention focused on pleasing me with his 
tongue, his teeth and lips. I could feel the love for me flowing from his 
mouth and his hands on my bottom, through my whole body-straight to my 
heart. 

"I think, at that moment, I was praying. I know it sounds strange to think 
that a girl would be praying while a boy was performing cunnilingus on her, 
but it's true. I prayed that one day a fine woman would come along who would 
be blind to the scars that disfigured his face and part of his neck. But to 
me, he was still handsome, because his eyes were the bluest in the world, 
and his smile was like the sun coming from behind a cloud. But I knew the 
beauty that was inside Pat and that shone out so brightly in every move and 
look. Even other people who knew him well almost forgot that. he had been so 
badly scarred in saving me, my mother and dad from a fiery death. He tried 
to save our younger brother, but he couldn't. That's where he got the bad 
scars, in that vain attempt to enter the burning house the third time to get 
Timmy-my youngest brother. 

"As Pat looked up at me, he was smiling with his eyes. I had propped myself 
up on my elbows so that I could look at his face when he sucked my pussy. I 
liked to see the expression on his face and the look of love in his eyes. He 
was holding my pussy high, using his hands underneath my ass, and his tongue 
was already sending the shivers up and down my body as it licked hard at my 
clitoris. 

"He had already played with my breasts and sucked the nipples. After that, 
he went down between my legs and kissed and licked the inside of my thighs, 
then he worked up toward the lips of my pussy and stuck his tongue in just a 
little, teasing me until I was wild to have an orgasm. 

"Pat could sense, almost to the split second, when I was ready to settle 
down for the final climax, and I laid my head back and closed my eyes as he 
speeded up the thrusting of his tongue and the hard, sucking motion of his 
mouth. He was so wonderful, so considerate, that I forgot everything and 
everyone while he was making wild, full love to me all over my body. 

"As I felt my passions rising to concentrate in my vagina, Pat's hands were 
clutching my fanny hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. I was 
aware of every tiny thrill he sent through me, and I bucked and noved in 
unison with his lead. 

"Then the dynamite exploded inside my vagina, and I let go everything and 
just floated on a sea of pleasure that went from my toes to my head! Pat 
knew how I loved to lie there, just enjoying the warm feeling of being loved 
by a loved one, feeling his gentle mouth sucking my cunt as if to drain 
every hurt, worry, or care from my body. 

"When I stopped throbbing and moving my body, he withdrew his mouth from my 
vagina and moved upward on my body, kissing my stomach and making it 
contract in little spasms, then kneading one of my breasts with his fingers 
while he sucked the nipple of the other one, nipping it with his teeth now 
and then for an added little thrill. 

"I could feel his hard on rubbing against my legs, and I wanted him so badly 
it made my body ache. We always took a long time in fore-play, and usually, 
each of us had come at least once by having one suck the other off before we 
finally ended in straight fucking. 

"I hadn't sucked Pat's cock yet, and now I couldn't stand it any longer. I 
pushed him gently from my body. He rolled over and lay on his back, his eyes 
adoring me as I crawled down beside him and began to tickle his nipples with 
my tongue and teeth. Lots of people think that a man ean't get a kick out of 
that, but I know that he can. Not as much as a woman, maybe-but still, it 
gives them a thrill when they're getting ready to have sex. 

"I loved the way Pat ran his fingers through my hair while I was kissing 
him. It was-I don't know how to describe it-just reassuring. Like he was 
letting me know that I had an anchor-a real lover, who would never stop 
loving me. 

"Then I moved down farther, placing my body between his legs, and licking 
his stomach and around the pubic hair. I would stick my tongue into his. 
belly button to make him gasp. All the while, after I had moved so I could 
reach it, I was playing with his prick. He had a pretty good-sized one for a 
fifteen-year-old. He could have satisfied any grown woman, I know. Maybe not 
as much as he thrills me, because I don't think Pat will ever love any other 
woman as he loves me. 

"Pat's stomach began to quiver as I kissed it. I played with his cock 
gently, and I knew that he was just about to the breaking point in his 
wanting me to suck him off. We both knew that we were in one of those moods 
that neither of us could get enough sex, so there would be no problem with 
him getting a hard on several times if necessary. 

"I loved to tease his cock with my tongue and lips. He always loved "that 
part of it, and so did I. There is a close feeling when a man and a woman 
use their mouth on each other that, to me anyhow, is dearer than actual 
intercourse. Maybe that's because I know I could never suck a man's cock 
unless I truly loved him, I don't know. But I always did feel closer to 
Patrick when we were doing that. 

"Sometimes, after intercourse, we would both suck each other to climax at 
the same time, and that was about as close as I could imagine two persons 
ever being. 

"Pat's prick was bobbing up and down with joy as I began to run my tongue up 
and down it, just touching the head of it with my tongue, then down the 
other side. When I knew he couldn't hold off too much longer, I put my mouth 
over it and began to bob my head up and down, letting it go as deep in my 
mouth as it could. Pat's prick was round and hard, but not too long, and I 
was able to take every bit of it into my mouth -right down to the pubic 
hair. I positioned myself so he could shove it in deep, and at the same time 
he could play with my cunt with his fingers. That angle also allowed his 
prick to go deeper into my mouth. 

"We were almost perfect for each other. The reason is, of course, that we 
had been doing this since I was thirteen and Pat was going on eleven. The 
fire was when he was only eight, but I loved Pat before he saved my life. 
It's just that I love him more now-and we have found a way to please each 
other. I know, of course, what incest means, but I don't have any guilt 
about it, and I don't think Pat does. In fact, we talk a lot sometimes after 
we have each other, and I know that he truly does love me. He feels, and so 
do I, that I alone kept him from taking his own life. 

"I think I'm the only one that ever really knew what hell Pat went through 
after his face was burned so badly. Remember, once he stepped out of our 
house, he was a target for every sadistic bastard that he met, and they 
weren't all kids, either! The kids are the cruel ones, but it's the 
grown-ups who really put the knife in deep. 

"Pat was unlucky enough to have run into a couple of older men who were 
homosexuals, and they knew, in their crude, selfish way, how-lonely he 
was-how tough it was for him out there in the world with that horribly 
scarred face, and they closed in like wolves, taking advantage of his 
loneliness and isolation. 

"I went to the same school as Pat, and I could see how those goddamned kids 
treated him like he was some kind of a freak, instead of a boy with more 
guts than most men have! I used to get into all kinds of fights. Once, I was 
expelled when I got one kid down and shoved a Coke bottle down his throat. I 
almost killed him. I guess I would have if two of the teachers hadn't 
dragged me off that bastard. 

"Anyhow, I knew Pat's lonely, ugly life, and I always wanted to make it 
beautiful and full for him. I don't care what ugly names they call our kind 
of love, I'm not ashamed of it. 

"I loved to have Pat come in my mouth. By swallowing his come, I guess I was 
trying to put away some of my guilt feelings for the way his face was. 

"Our lives changed a lot of ways after the fire. I give credit to my parents 
for trying- that's why both of them work and save-in hopes of having an 
expensive skin-grafting job done on Pat. But it's a long grind and the 
doctors say he shouldn't have it done until he is about my age-seventeen, 
because if it were done now, he might have to have several other operations 
like it as he grew older. 

"But I never think of Pat as ugly. He's beautiful. So we had sex every 
chance we got. Now, as I felt his nice cock deep inside my mouth, I tried to 
suck all the hurt and humiliation out of him. At least, I can make him 
forget for an hour or so, and that's something. My mother and dad love him 
and pity him, but they don't have time to really give him a personal love 
like I can. They are showing their love by working to get that operation, 
and to give us a good home, and we're grateful for that. We don't really 
need anyone except each other. 

"I began to move my head up and down faster, and Pat started humping his ass 
up to help his prick go in deep. After a couple of minutes, I felt him start 
to come, and I sucked as hard as I could, running my tongue over his prick, 
letting my teeth graze it a little-the way he likes it -with every plunge of 
his cock into my eager mouth. 

"When he shot in my mouth, I just swallowed. Then, while he was lying there, 
breathing deep and looking at me with love in his eyes, I cleaned it all off 
with my tongue, and began to suck it again, getting him ready for the real 
thing. 

"Pat is going to make a good lover for the girl who is lucky enough to marry 
him. He knows every way in the book to excite and arouse a woman, then 
fulfill her down to her toes. 

"When his cock was stiff again, I crawled up on top of him-that's our 
favorite way-and I squatted over his cock, sitting erect while Pat steered 
it into my hot, wet pussy. We loved it this way, because once Pat's cock is 
in good, I can lean back a little, and sort of guide the movement of his 
cock by the movements of my body. And Pat can let his cock go in deep, while 
at the same time he uses his fingers to massage my clitoris. But the best 
part of it all is that we can look into each other's eyes and see love, and 
send love messages with our eyes and lips. 

"We always do that, anyhow; I mean, tell each other that we love one another 
more than anything in the whole world. We'll never stop loving one another 
this way. We couldn't. Even if we marry, there will always be this kind of 
love between us, and I know that we will have to really have intercourse at 
least once in a while. I don't know how it will work out, but it will, 
somehow. I'll make it!" 

Although it may seem on the surface that Kathy is an exceptional case in the 
category of brother-sister incest, psychiatrists feel that she is not. They 
base their conclusion on the feelings that are ever present in all brothers 
or sisters. 

It is a geneological fact that, strictly from a medical and scientific point 
of view, no relationship on earth is closer than that of brother-sister, 
sister-sister, or brother-brother. 

This is more readily understandable when we consider that the merging of the 
parents' blood, lineage, genes, etc., is equally present in each, thus 
making them far closer by blood ties than any other two persons in the 
world, much closer than father-son or daughter-mother combinations. 

Even more important to most psychiatrists is the fact of environment. 
Children who are close together in ages usually share almost identical 
environments. They are taught the same things by parents. They learn of 
life, love, pain and. punishment, joys and tears as pupils of the same 
teachers: their parents. Since a majority of psychiatrists maintain that 
environment is the strongest factor in shaping sex attitudes, it follows 
that the sexual relationships and desires, though usually subdued or 
controlled, are equally potent because of this shared environment. 

Oddly, few parents ever consider the fact of the deep love that is usually 
present between brothers and sisters. Naturally, brothers and sisters are 
thrown together in the most intimate of relationships. They often see one 
another naked or only partly clothed. There are psychologists, authorities 
on the sexual behavior of the young, who claim that of the many cases of 
incest which are revealed, the sexual contact between brother and sister is 
most often the initial sex experimentation beyond masturbation. It does not 
always culminate in an actual sex act. However, it is the first faint 
stirrings of sexual desire and curiosity of the sex organs and bodies of 
each other. 

It is an almost natural reaction for a brother or a sister to do battle for 
and protect the other. 

This, added to the deep blood tie and the romantic idealism of early 
childhood, makes Kath's feelings for her brother all the more 
understandable. 

Kathy was an extreme case only in that she felt a deep obligation to her 
younger brother for saving her life when their home burned. She could hardly 
look at him without recalling that it was partially on her account that he 
had suffered the disfigurement. She doubtless put too much emphasis on this; 
however, it is obvious that she is the kind of person who will play the 
dominant role in any association in her life. Already it is beginning to 
appear as she assumes the female dominant position in the act of sexual 
intercourse with her brother. 

Also, Kathy has placed herself almost in the position of Pat's mother during 
their school years together. She was his self-appointed (though willing) 
guardian, a role usually filled by the mother and//or father. Because both 
parents worked hard to save money for a face operation on the brother, Kathy 
felt that she had to assume the role of mother and father, while at the same 
time she felt admiration for the parents. She in fact wanted to replace only 
one role function of the parents towards her brother, not all functions. 

The. household duties and the overseeing of the welfare of her brother 
matured Kathy beyond her seventeen years. But, in many ways, she is living 
in a dreamworld. She talks of marriage for both of them, yet she insists 
that she can never forego her sexual attachment to her brother. This can 
lead only to misery. However, it will be Pat who is harmed the most, for he 
is relying on his sister for all his emotional, physical and sexual needs. 
Whereas she may one day marry a man who will take her far away from her 
brother, it is doubtful the shyness and aloofness from those who offer him 
only hurt will ever completely leave Pat. 

He may be helped, of course, by the total love of a mature woman, after he 
had matured and has had his operation. His operation may be able to restore 
his self-respect and self-confidence, a step which will help remove his 
self-degrading feelings. However, he may have formed such strong sexual 
desires for his sister that he will insist that his wife be a carbon copy of 
Kathy in all ways. 

There were many deep influences present in the lives of both Kathy and 
Patrick. Kathy, while she thought of herself as a noble protector, was, at 
the same time, happily assuming the dominant role in Pat's life. It appears 
that in all other areas of her life, she is actually a shy, retiring 
individual. 

It has been voiced that incest would disrupt the family feelings and 
relationships providing competition and rivalry between the members. Today, 
however, those relationships seem to be changing considerably. Most families 
exist with persons of different and oftentimes conflicting desires and 
viewpoints living under an almost armed truce in the same household. 

Kathy and Pat see little of their parents or other relatives, and they 
seldom participate in school activities. They live in a vague dreamworld of 
their own, which Kathy idealizes and justifies because of her great "debt" 
to Pat. At the same time, Pat runs to his sister for all needs, because he 
feels he is an outcast, an unwanted, ugly creature. 

Brother-sister incest, most professionals will agree, is the most common of 
the incest forms, with father-daughter coming in second. Nonetheless, 
brother-sister incest seldom lasts beyond the maturity of at least one of 
the partners. And, in the majority of brother-sister incestuous 
relationships that are reported, it is the older sister who instigates and 
aggressively follows through on the relationship. 

Usually, such a sexual relationship begins with mutual masturbation, then 
moves into intercourse, often preceded by oral-genital sex. Kathy and Pat 
were no exceptions to this. 

The emotional and psychological effect of incest on individuals results in a 
strong guilt complex buildup, and with it a subconscious or conscious need 
to be punished. This may account for the feelings of both Kathy and Pat. She 
feels that she is atoning for being involved in his tragic accident, and 
bears a cross of martyrdom by devoting all her energies and attention to 
him, including romantic and sexual activities. 

On his part, Pat feels that the world is his enemy, and he is punishing it 
by removing his love and his being from its activities and inhabitants. He 
devotes and channels all his passions and thoughts to his sister instead. It 
is a somewhat complicated form of self-punishment and self-justification, 
yet it appears to be present in this case history. 

Human beings need and want to be accepted. It is the root of man's very ego. 
He needs to be loved, admired and respected. Most of all, he needs to be 
wanted. Kathy provides all the salve to Pat's injured ego. He feels that 
because she loves him spiritually and sexually he is a full, wanted 
creature, despite his physical appearance. 

"Pat and I used to fool around a lot long before the fire. I guess we always 
did. I know that when I was eleven and first began to show faint swellings 
around my nipples, they hurt me. They were sore and sensitive all the time. 
One day I was rubbing some lotion on them-it was a hand cream, but I thought 
it would feel good. Pat walked into the bathroom and saw what I was doing. 
He was only eight, and he asked me what I was doing. I told him my 'buds' 
were sore, and he felt real sorry for me. He put his hand on one, and it 
gave me a funny feeling. We had played with each other sometimes, 'showing' 
one another our bodies-you know, like all children do at one time or 
another. 

"Pat was so curious about the big difference between his organ and mine, and 
he was always asking me questions about them. He used to watch when Timmy, 
the baby, was being bathed or his diaper changed, and I knew that he 
sometimes took out his own cock and examined it and played with it. 

"I was surprised to find that a little boy's cock could get hard and stand 
up the way Pat's did. I had seen my father once or twice with a hard on, and 
I knew that it had something to do with fucking. I used to sneak up and 
watch my mother and dad making love. They sometimes did it on the couch, or 
the living room floor, when they thought we were all asleep. 

"I used to want to play with Pat's dink, but he was the one who really broke 
the ice between us. He was always hanging around when I was dressing or 
taking a bath, asking questions and touching me or pointing to certain parts 
of me and asking what it was and what it did. 

"I was twelve when I really began to get a growth of hair around my pussy 
and under my arms. My breasts had filled out a lot, too. One night after I 
had gotten into the tub, I found there was no soap or towels, and I called 
to Pat to bring some to me. Mother and dad were out someplace, and he was in 
his room reading a book. By that time, I was big enough to baby-sit with 
Timmy, so we were alone in the house. 

He came into the bathroom and just stood there staring at my breasts. I 
could see his eyes go wide when he let them stray down to my pussy. 

"He asked me what that hair was for, but I couldn't think of any answer. I 
tried to put him off by telling him that it was just a sign that a person 
was growing up. He asked me if he would have hair like that when he got 
older, and I told him he would. 

"He touched one of my breasts and asked if it hurt when it grew big and 
round. I told him it didn't, and I noticed at the same time that he was 
getting a bulge in the front of his pants. I was curious, too, because I 
thought that only grown men could have a hard on. 

"I finished my bath in a hurry. Pat sat there watching me towel myself dry. 
I couldn't reach some of the places on my back, so I asked him to dry me. He 
took the towel and carefully dried me, and I could feel the tingles go up 
and down my body when he ran the towel within the crack of my ass, then down 
the inside of my thighs. I turned around slowly and told him to dry the hair 
around my pussy-I didn't say that, I just said, 'Dry me there, Pat." 

"He took a long time to rub me there, and I began to get all excited, 
especially when I saw that he had a hard on. The nipples of my breasts were 
standing uphard, and I felt like I wanted to masturbate. 

"I asked Pat if he felt funny when he rubbed my fanny and between my legs. 
He blushed, but he nodded. I just couldn't help myself-I reached down and 
grabbed his cock in my hand, right through his pants! I could feel him jump 
when I did, and he gasped, but he didn't back away or try to take my hand 
off it. 

"I had turned around and faced him, and when I took his cock in my hand, he 
reached out and touched my breast. Without even thinking, he moved close and 
clamped his teeth and lips over my nipple. He began to suck hard, and I 
began to get so hot I was almost dancing around. 

"I undid his pants and slid my hand inside the zipper and took his bare 
prick in my hand. He went on kissing and sucking my breasts, changing off. I 
began to jerk his cock and took his pants off. I was naked, and all he had 
on was his shirt. I walked into the bedroom, and Pat followed. I guess we 
both knew that we were going to have some real fun this time. 

"I laid down on the bed and spread my legs wide so Pat could see my 
pussy-wide open, wet and hot. I patted the bed beside me and he laid down. I 
played with his cock a little more, then I asked him if it felt good, and he 
nodded. I asked, 'Would you like me to suck it?' He was breathing hard from 
my jerking him off, and all he could do was nod, so I crawled down and laid 
between his legs and took his cock in my hands. I kissed the head of it, 
then licked it up and down. I played with his balls with one hand, while I 
took his cock in my mouth. I could get most of it in my mouth, and I began 
to suck it as hard as I could, letting it go deep into my mouth. Pat just 
laid there and bounced up and down to keep his cock lunging into my mouth. 
After about a minute, I felt it throb and shudder, and then he laid quiet. I 
knew he had come, but of course he didn't shoot any juice into my mouth-not 
then. 

"He began to play with my hair while I kept on sucking his cock, and pretty 
soon, he pushed me away and said, 'I want to do it to you, Kathy.' He 
scrambled away and I laid down on my back and spread my legs. Pat got down 
between my legs and opened the lips of my pussy with his fingers. He stared 
hard at it, and I could see the wonder in his face. He'd never seen a cunt 
up close, and he kept opening it and feeling inside until I began to really 
get hot. I told him to kiss it and try to touch the little knob inside. He 
felt around with his fingers and when he touched my clit, I said, 
'There-right there!" 

"He put his mouth to the lips of it and stuck his tongue in, feeling around 
until he touched my clit with it. I jumped with the thrill that went through 
me, and Pat began to use his tongue, his teeth and lips to really hit a lot 
of sensitive places inside. I began to get with it. He kept on sucking and 
licking until I felt a streak of hotness begin in my clit and spread all 
over my body. I grabbed his head and held it to my pussy, but Pat just kept 
on sucking and licking until I had a second orgasm. 

"After that, I played with his prick with my hands while he fooled with my 
breasts and my pussy lips. After he finished another come, I asked him if he 
had liked it, and he said he had. I tried to find out what part especially 
pleased him, but he said all of it had. 

"We did that a lot-maybe twice a week or sometimes more-but it was always 
just playing with each other's organ, or sucking and kissing it-we never 
really tried the real way of fucking. We wanted to, especially after Pat got 
hair on his balls, but we were afraid that I might have a baby. I was a dumb 
thing, and Pat only knew what I taught him about sex and females. 

"The night the house burned was like a nightmare. I slept in the same room 
with the baby, and Pat slept in a small room next to mine. My mother and 
father slept downstairs. 

"Pat has told it a thousand times, and I guess I know every move he made. He 
woke up, smelling smoke, and ran to the top of the stairs and peered down. 
He saw flames dimly through the smoke. He felt they were coming from the 
kitchen. 

"He was in a panic, of course-he was only a little boy. But his first 
thought was of me. He ran into my bedroom and began pulling me out of bed, 
talking like a maniac that the house was on fire! I had been sound asleep, 
and I wasn't thinking very clearly, even after I was on my feet. Pat kept 
pulling on my arm, and I let him lead me down the stairs and outside onto 
the front lawn. 

"He seemed to come alive when the night air hit us, for he acted like a man 
when he ordered me to stay there and ran back into the house. 

"He has told me dozens of times that he completely forgot about the baby. 
All he could think of was Mom and Dad, and he rushed into their room. Their 
bedroom opened off the living room. The door was shut, but even so the room 
had begun to fill with smoke. He was coughing and spitting as he shook my 
mother and father awake. They had already inhaled enough smoke to make them 
groggy, and they came out of the house, coughing and holding their 
throats-my mother in a nightgown and my father in his T-shirt and shorts. 

"When Pat had come out of the house with our parents, he suddenly remembered 
Timmy, so he turned and ran back into the house. By this time the flames, 
which had started in the kitchen, had eaten through the ceiling and were 
bursting through the floor into the upstairs room. We have figured it out 
carefully then, and if Pat had been five minutes or so later, probably all 
three of us would have died in the fire. 

"Pat tried to get up the stairs, and he managed to reach the top. The heat 
was awful, and the smoke made it impossible to do much but grope his way. He 
saw that the flames were already in the room where I slept-it was right over 
the kitchen-and he ran into his bedroom where the smoke was thick, but the 
flames hadn't spread. He stuck his head out of the window to get some good 
air into his lungs. 

"Then he held his breath and tried to make it into the room where Timmy was. 
We'll never know if Timmy was already dead or not. Pat says he didn't hear 
him crying or making any noise, so maybe the poor little thing was already 
dead from inhaling the smoke and the fiery air, before the flames burned his 
little body to nothing. 

"Anyhow, Pat remembers that his clothes caught fire. He backed out and tried 
to beat out the flames with his hands. He still hoped he could get into the 
room, and when he had smothered the flames on his body, he went back for 
another try at rescuing Timmy. The crib was in a corner, and was walled off 
by the flames. Pat was getting weak, but he managed to make it over to the 
bedroom window and get it open. 

He began to scream from the window, and by then Mr. R-, who lived next door, 
was under the window and shouted for Pat to jump. Two other men came up and, 
finally, I saw poor Pat scramble out of the window, perch for a second on 
the burning windowsill, then jump. The men caught him and put out the 
flames. 

"My mother was in hysterics over Timmy and after seeing Pat's blackened 
face. Father wasn't much better as he tried to calm her down. I was in a 
daze. I just stood and stared at the house, thinking that the world was 
coming to an end -for us, anyhow. 

"Pat was in the hospital for eleven weeks, and when he did come home to the 
house we had rented, he was like a scared animal. He wouldn't come out of 
his room. We had to take him his meals. I was the only one he would let in 
the room. He was humiliated by his awful scars, and I spent all my spare 
time with him. 

"It turned out that the little insurance my father had on the house didn't 
even half cover the loss, and all of Pat's hospital bills and Tim-my's 
funeral expenses had to be paid. So, my mother went to work, too, and we 
were left alone most of the time-Pat and I. 

"It took a long time for Pat to even come out of his room and let my mother 
and father look at him. It was almost a year before the doctors -but mostly 
me-talked Pat into going back to school. I promised him that I would take 
care of him, and during that time, while he was home, Pat and I really 
became lovers in the full sense of the word. 

"It just came natural to both of us. We had already experimented a lot with 
sex, and I was desperate to convince Pat that he wasn't ugly -that he should 
be proud of his scars, because they were the mark of a hero. It took a long, 
long time, and we were together all the time, talking and growing even 
closer, as we came to confess our innermost thoughts to one another. 

"Then Pat got mixed up with Old Kane- that's all anyone ever called him. He 
was an old man, and he ran a junkyard in the next block. We had to move to a 
pretty dumpy neighborhood after the fire. When Pat first began to venture 
outside, Old Kane tried to be nice to him -or that is what we thought. He 
used to sit and talk with Pat, and sometimes he would pay him a quarter for 
bundling up old newspapers or rags:-little odd jobs that Pat could do 
easily. 

"Then one night, Pat told me what Old Kane had been up to. He had finally 
come right out and told Pat he wanted to suck his cock, and he wanted Pat to 
suck him off. Pat was afraid, and he couldn't make a move when Old Kane took 
Pat's cock out and began to play with it. Then he got down on his knees and 
took Pat's cock in his mouth and sucked him off-all the way. 

"When he tried to get Pat to suck his, Pat bolted and ran home, crying 
hysterically. I was the only one there, and he just threw himself into my 
arms and sobbed out the whole story. 

"When he had calmed down and was in bed talking sensibly again, he told me 
the awful thing that Old Kane had screamed at him as he was running away. 
The dirty old bastard had yelled, 'You'll be back, scarface! When you find 
out that you're ugly like me, and no woman would even be able to stand you 
near-you'll come runnin' back to have your cock sucked!" 

"I cried when Pat told me that, because he was crying, too. He sobbed to me 
that he was ugly, he was a scarface and that Old Kane was right-nobody 
wanted him around. 

"I soothed him. That night, for the first time since the fire, I sucked his 
prick. I kissed his whole body, trying to prove to him that he was wanted, 
that I would always love him and want him. 

"It was more difficult when Pat finally went back to school. He'd missed so 
much time that they put him back one grade, and all the kids were younger 
than he. It must have been torture for him, most days, but I tried to make 
it up to him at night. 

"Then came the first time we really fucked. I'll never forget it. It so 
happened that Pat was just finishing taking a bath, and when I walked into 
his room, he was naked. I stood there, looking at his body, and I just had 
to run over and hug him to me. We began to kiss, our tongues meeting and 
teasing, until I could feel Pat's i bare cock pushing against my pussy. He 
was almost as tall as I was, and he began to roll his hips and rub it into 
me. We had been on the borderline several times in the past few weeks, and I 
guess we both knew that it had to happen right then! 

"I slipped my clothes off quickly. Pat stood there with his heart in his 
eyes. We knew this was going to be the biggest moment of our lives! 

"I walked to the bed and laid down. He stood beside me, and I fondled his 
cock and balls, just telling him with my eyes and my smile that I loved him, 
telling him with my writhing body that I wanted him as my lover! 

"He laid down beside me and our lips met as our arms and legs tangled. It 
was like we had opened up a whole new world. I felt on fire at every spot 
that our bodies touched, and Pat was gasping and moaning softly. Slowly, I 
mounted his body. I drew myself up so that I was in a squatting position. I 
reached down and took his stiff prick in my hand, guiding it to the lips of 
my aching cunt! I looked into his eyes and saw all the lust, passion and 
love that a man could feel for a woman, and I lowered myself down on his 
prong, almost fainting with the pleasure as it slid easily up inside me. 

"When it was in, I moved my body carefully, so it wouldn't slip out, and 
flattened myself against Pat's body. His hands went around my ass cheeks, 
pulling me in closer as he arched his back and met my down-thrusting cunt. 
Every stroke brought us closer to ecstasy. 

"My body seemed to flow into Pat's, and his cock fit so beautifully inside 
me that it seemed to fill me from head to foot. We melted into a motion that 
was almost as if we had rehearsed it a dozen times, and then our mouths 
locked in deep kisses. There was no need for words. We were one body, 
sharing every joy that a man and a woman can give to each other. 

"I don't know how many times I came, but I know that it was at least four 
times, and I know that Pat had two orgasms-the last one with us lying on our 
sides, wrapped up in each other's love. 

"After that, it was different with us. We didn't act like brother and 
sister. We were lovers, and we hardly managed to hide it. I guess if my 
mother and father weren't working so hard and ending up every night too 
dog-tired to even take care of their own sex needs, they would have noticed, 
but they didn't. The rest of the world was ignorant of us, because we kept 
them at arm's length. We didn't need them-we had our own little world. 

"I didn't realize what was happening to me, in connection with other boys. I 
shied away from' them at school, and after a while they stopped asking me 
out on dates. Pat still kept to him- self. He had a good brain, but he was 
too self-conscious in front of others to really concentrate on his studies. 

"Well, we continued to have sex and grew very close together all during 
school. Pat became interested in art, and he soon developed a good talent 
far painting. I continued to shelter him and provide him with trength and 
courage to face the school world. 

"However, it was when I was out of school and working while still living at 
home that I began to notice a change in our relationship. Pat was becoming 
less and less interested in having sex with me. He devoted most of his time 
to his painting, and it was soon obvious that his talent was replacing me. 
What could I do? 

"As it now stands, Pat is attending art school, and doing some limited 
dating on the side. Although he still loves me and sees me regularly, our 
sex is very light and far between. I guess I'm losing him as a lover. I 
don't know quite what to do now." 

As was discussed earlier in this case history, once either of the two 
partners in a brother-sister incest relationship reaches maturity, the 
relationship is broken off gradually. So it has been with Pat and his 
sister. Kathy is bewildered, for her dreamworld is now falling apart, and 
unless she is given competent assistance, she may fall apart with her 
dreamworld. It is at this point in her life that Kathy will need to find 
someone upon whom she can depend, upon whom she can lean and need. 
Hopefully, she will find this person, and hopefully, that person will be a 
mature, sensitive male. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Young Deer and Little Flame 

"If I had not fled upward from Supai, where I came to life many thunders 
ago; if I had not taken on the ways of haigu-white man; if I had not angered 
Tochopa, who led us into Havasu before haigu came to be and who had made 
Hue-pu-keh-eh and Hue-gli-i-wa into red stone pillars as warning to us to 
remain forever in our canyon, I would not have entered Little Flame, my 
father's daughter; I would not have taken Little Flame to the edge of sipapu 
of Hopi that swallowed her into darkness of ice, and I would not have to 
tell it to haigu head-medicine man. Now I am afraid. I am Young Deer Who Is 
Scorpion Who Is Hare. But I will speak all. About Little Flame and Young 
Deer. 

"Little Flame and I came to life in the village of Supai where Tochopa makes 
gardens grow, makes water run clean out of rock, and keeps his promise to 
good Havasupai. That is the belief of Lemuel Paya, elder of village, and 
many others cf Supai tribe. But I heard of many other beliefs from above, 
from haigu who came to stay in Supai village in Havasu that is an arm of 
what haigu call Grand Canyon in which the Big Water flows. I heard many 
times the thunder of their great metal birds, jet planes, as they flew like 
arrow-eagles high above the cliffs of Havasu, high above the heads of 
Hue-pu-keh-eh and Hue-gli-i-wa. And until I was fifteen, I listened to 
Lemuel Paya tell how you find deer by putting two small white stones in your 
cheeks and begin to sing, how you find a stone inside a deer and keep it in 
your pocket and it charms other deer; I also heard him sing and ask Tochopa 
to let him shoot fat deer. 

"But Lemuel Paya also spoke of the wonders of haigu, for he had gone up to 
their land high above Havasu and away from it and had come down. He said it 
was a world of many wonderful things and of many frightening things and of 
many things the Supai should not look upon because they would not understand 
them and because those things were evil even when they were good. I asked 
him once if it was like the moving pictures haigu showed us once a week in 
the village. I asked him if haigu were killing all Indians-the Hualapai and 
Havasupai, the Hopi and the Navajo, and the Apache, too-and it he saw Jim 
Thorpe. And he. said no. He said it was not like in the moving pictures 
anymore. He said haigu were not like in the moving pictures, but he did not 
explain. 

"So until I was sixteen, I looked up the Havasu Canyon, to the red cliffs 
beyond which the strange and secret land of haigu lay, and I wanted to go 
there to see if it was all true. I told Little Flame, who was thirteen, that 
one day I would go up the trail down which haigu came to us and I would 
learn the wonderful ways of haigu and maybe I would become a haigu myself. 
Little Flame laughed at me when I said it. Then she started asking me often: 
'When, Young Deer? When will you go?' And then she was telling me: 'Young 
Deer, you will take me with you. I want to come with you.' And I would shake 
my head and tell her that she was too little, that I would go myself and 
then I would send for her. And Little Flame would clap her hands and tell me 
to promise. I told her I promise, but she must not tell anyone about it.. .. 

"It was spring when I climbed up toward the blue sky of an early morning to 
Hilltop where the land of haigu began. It was many paces and I rested many 
times, watching rock squirrels and little lizards and birds feathered in 
blue with brown breasts and great blue herons flying down to the clear pools 
at the bottom of falling waters, three of which are below Supai village. I 
passed some haigu on way down-some walking tired, some riding horse, but not 
like in moving pictures. 

"I was walking on my shadow, the sun was high, when I came to a place that 
was no longer going up, and there were no more walls of stone around me, and 
I looked back down. It was first time I felt great fear of Tochopa. Havasu 
was green jewel with blue lines and red rocks standing silent long way below 
my feet, and I had deaf ears for I could not bear the waters of Havasu 
running to Colorado-Big Water Deep Down in Earth. And when I looked around, 
I saw much sky. I could see sky looking straight in front of me in all 
directions... . 

"And cars. Many cars. Many cars for me who had not seen cars. Small and not 
so small and big, and of many colors and shapes. There were haigu there 
also. I did not know what to do. So I walked on wide trail south. Many cars 
passed me going away and coming. I had to move fast off the trail, for they 
did not look like they were going to stop. I tried to look at the faces of 
the haigu driving them; most of them had a look of warpaint on them. 

"I don't know how far I walked when I heard a loud noise behind me, like of 
a yelling sound but not human. Later I learned it was the sound of car 
wanting you to know something. Horn. I moved off the trail, but the car-big 
and tall- did not pass me. A haigu with much hair cm. his head and his face 
that was laughing yelled to me if I was going to Seligman. I said yes. Then 
he opened the side of the car for me and told me he would take me there. I 
did not know where Seligman was. But I said, yes, I was going to 
Seligman.... 

"Later, in the many days and nights of next three months, I had told haigu 
who stopped for me, yes, I was going to Kingman; yes, I was going to 
Needles; yes, I was going to Barstow; and yes, I was going to Los Angeles. 
And I started to learn the ways of haigu on the path from Hilltop to 
Seligman, in the big and tall car. And the ways of haigu were not the ways 
of Supai. They were ways that made your body feel good, but your soul feel 
the feelings of a snake crawling on its belly.... 

"That first day, before the sun give the sky up to the stars, I lay on the 
young female haigu who was in the V and W bus-car and who was friend of the 
haigu with much hair on head and face. Her name was Dianna, and she also, 
like Young Deer, was sixteen summers old.... But she was much older in other 
ways. 

"It was first time I entered female, but I know it was not first time Dianna 
was entered. Much Hair on Head and Face-he entered her first, after doing 
things to her with his fingers I had never seen before, but which I watched. 
Hy- man-that was the name of Much Hair-told me to watch. And Dianna with 
long gold hair wanted me to watch, and she told me that I could do to her 
like Hyman later. It was a strange way, I thought. And three months with the 
haigu told me it was their way. 

"At first, when I entered the V and W bus, I did not know there was another 
person in it. Then I heard a voice like little water say, 'Hello, little 
Injun!' It came from behind. I looked back and saw Dianna. I know right away 
it was Dianna because hairy man driving said to me, 'That is Dianna. She 
cooks good and she does other things good.' I said 'Hello, Dianna.' And she 
asked, 'You run away from home?' To which I do not say nothing, but man 
driving, he say, 'I'm Hyman. Dianna there, she run away from home. She tired 
of being treated like animal." 

"I said, 'Yes, I run away, but I was not treated like animal. I run away to 
learn ways of haigu." 

"Dianna, she say: 'Who haigu?' "I say, 'You haigu, Hyman haigu.' "Dianna 
laugh. She has laugh like a bell. She very pretty, although too much nose, 
not like Supai. I mean, she has too much nose in front, not sideways. But 
she moves her body in that way that make me forget her nose is too much. She 
is wearing pants like Hyman, blue, tight. Not like mine-too big. She also 
wear shirt with not enough buttons. I see skin down middle-down far. She 
catches my eyes. She says, 'Hey, you're cute. What's your name?' "Young 
Deer,' I tell her. "She ask, 'You have a girl friend?' "I think, then say, 
'No, I have sister. Little 

Flame." 

"Then Dianna, she ask, 'You fuck Little 

Flame?" 

"The question made me feel strange in many ways I not felt before. It made 
me feel cold in the heart, hot in the body, and made my mind go around and 
the world go around in my eyes. I could not answer Dianna. It was a question 
never asked by Supai. It was a haigu way. But Dianna asked it me again. She 
laugh and say, 'Come on, Young Deer, you have made it with your sister, 
haven't you?" 

"Hyman, he looked back. I saw him make one quick shut-eye. Then he asked 
Dianna, 'After me, okay?" 

"I did not understand then, but I soon understand. As much as I can. Which 
is not much. It does not make sense. 

"For a while, there is no more talking. Hyman makes V and W go with the 
speed of deer running from fire. He makes much dust behind. The sun is 
setting on the hand that draws the bowstring. Then Hyman makes car go off 
path and away from road. He stops. He gets out, then he gets inside in back 
through side of car. I hear Dianna laugh, then I hear Hyman say, 'Young 
Deer, watch how white man fucks." 

"I do not want to look, but I turn. 

"I feel flames rise around my body; they burn my head. I feel myself 
becoming like rock at what I see. It is something I never see before open. I 
have seen man lie on woman; I have heard man and woman make sounds like wild 
mountain lion and female coyote. But in Hava-su-two, maybe three times it 
happen-I saw and heard by accident, and I forced myself to leave fast, 
because it was a doing that was of the heart of man and woman who want to be 
alone in the making of their love. In the village only dogs do it in the 
open because they are dogs.... 

"But I looked at Hyman and I looked at Dianna, and the more I looked the 
more I feel the flames inside my body. I can not see well because darkness 
is coming outside. I must show this because my eyes grow thin and Dianna she 
must see this because she say, 'Hyman, turn on light. Little Injun can't see 
everything.' So Hyman make light in darkness of inside of V and W. And I see 
everything like fish in the waters of Havasu Creek. 

"Dianna of the golden hair, she is no longer wearing long blue pants. She 
only has on- panties, I learn. White like snow lying on the ground, and 
white like snow falling through the air. She is lying very close to where I 
am sitting turned and looking at her between the legs that she is facing me 
with. I can stretch my arm and place my hand on shadow of gold that I can 
see through falling-snow white. And also on the sides where the fine cover 
is not enough covering. There are golden hairs. Her panties are so fine I 
can even see the line of pinkness, only then Hyman makes with his hand like 
a snake and moves it from top down under Dian-na's panties, and I see his 
fingers covering the gold and one finger moving up and down the line of 
pinkness that grows wider and opening with darker pinkness in the middle 
like a spring flower that rain has fallen on. And she is moving with the 
movement of snake, only slow, and with a feeling not that of a snake. And 
Hyman is looking at his hand stroking Dianna's golden fur with the wet pink 
sliver. 

"I hear him gasping like there is not enough air in the V and W. I look up 
toward Dianna's head, and I see why he has not enough air. Dianna has his 
large hardness in her hand and she is doing with it like I often do with 
mine in the village when there is darkness or when I am alone in the trees 
and I think of young Supai girls I seen naked sometimes. Hyman's hardness is 
largest I ever seen. It is almost too big for Dianna of the golden hair to 
place her hand all around, and it is long almost three times as Dianna's 
hand is wide. 

"I have a feeling like I am looking into the eyes of a snake that is turning 
me into stone. I move my hand to my own hardness moving in my wide pants. I 
feel it through the coarse cloth and wrap my hand around it. My eyes are 
like hummingbird, they move to what Hyman's hand is doing between Dianna's 
legs, then to what Dianna's hand is doing with Hyman's hardness rising out 
of the opening in front of Hyman's pants. I see suddenly Hyman's hand has 
only four fingers, and Dianna is moving like a mule that is angered, only 
Dianna is not angered I know. It is because Hyman has one finger inside 
Dianna and he is moving it with quickness in and out, in and out, and Dianna 
is liking it very much. And when I look up to Dianna's hand, I see it is 
moving with quickness also, and her other hand it is inside the opening of 
Hyman's pants and it is squeezing what must be the sack of life that I do 
not see. 

"And then they start talking, much that I do not understand, had never 
heard. 

"Hyman says: 'For a sixteen-year-old, you sure have a wild little pussy.' He 
is still panting, more now. 

"And Dianna says: 'I just love your big cock.' And she calls him Daddy-o, 
which I also do not understand. 

"And Hyman says: 'Are you going to suck it for me, Dianna?" 

"And Dianna, she says: 'I don't know. I want to suck and I want to have it 
deep inside me- spitting, filling my pussy-making me come.' "All this 
talking, even though I do not understand some of the words at the time, 
makes me move my hand faster and faster on my hardness. I wonder maybe I 
should take it out of my pants because I do not want to soil them, but I 
also am afraid I soil inside of the V and W in the front. 

"Then I hear Hyman. He says: 'You can get both, Dianna,' And they suddenly 
stop their movings. I see Dianna, with her face looking like the pinkness 
between her legs, is no longer looking at the large hardness of Hyman in her 
small hand. She is looking at me, and she is smiling. And Hyman, he is 
looking at me also. 

"I move my hand off my own hardness in my pants. I feel much pleasure there, 
but I also feel shame and something stronger than shame that feels 
different, because the looks of the haigu in the V and W promise something 
good that I had never felt before. Then suddenly Dianna is not lying back 
but she is sitting up and her hand is moving to me and is holding the 
hardness that becomes even harder between my legs. I hear myself make a 
choking noise. And Dianna's hand is squeezing the hardness that is mine and 
she is licking her lips with her small and sharp like a snake's tongue, and 
she is saying: 'Yum-yum.' And Hyman is laughing and sitting up also. 

"Come on back here,' Hyman says, and 

Dianna is pulling me by what she is holding and her hand feels good even 
through my pants and I feel I will not have enough air, too. 

"I climb over the back of the seat and stand on my knees in front of Dianna, 
and I don't know where Hyman is because Dianna is making with both hands to 
take my pants off. I feel my heart grow soft as my hardness gets bigger. I 
look at Dianna as she is pulling my pants down, and I take her hair of gold 
in my dark hand and I say: 'You are beautiful." 

"And then I feel her hand on my hardness, and I look down to see that I am 
not any longer dressed except that I have the shirt on, and Dianna is 
looking down at my hardness in her hand and she is making the skin move 
backward and forward; she is making like a cup with the other hand and is 
holding my hanging sack in it and she is saying: 'You've got a doll of a 
piece of meat there, Little Injun." 

"I say: 'Deer." 

"She say: 'What?" 

"I say: 'Young Deer." 

"Dianna say: 'Young Deer ever get sucked off?" 

"I make with my head no. 

"Then Hyman is saying: 'Come on, baby. My hard on is getting impatient. It 
wants into your little pussy." 

"Dianna is still moving her hand on my-I now know-hard on. 'Hold your 
hosses, Daddy- o,' she says. Then asks me: 'Has any girl ever jacked you off 
before?" 

"I don't understand. She moves her hand faster and makes with squeezing 
fingers and says: 'I'm jacking you off now, Little Deer." 

"I see she can not make right with my name, but it does not matter. I say: 
'No, you first." 

"Do you like it?' And she lets go. 

"I make quick movement forward with my hardness. I say with quickness: 'Yes, 
don't, stop." 

"Dianna laughs and says: 'I'm going to make you come in a different way, but 
first put Hyman's cock into my pussy.' And she lies down on her back, makes 
her legs fall apart, and I see that she no longer had the covering of her 
panties. I see hair-face Hyman move on his knees between Dianna's legs, 
which she makes go up now, holding them open with her hands, which makes the 
pinkness in the gold an opening with morning dew on it. 

"Hyman moves closer and closer in between Dianna's legs, his hardness 
standing out of him far, and jumping a little, pointing to where Dianna 
wants to have me put it. 

"I look at Hyman, and he says, 'Come on, Injun, take my cock in your hand 
and stab it into this hot pussy here." 

"I never have done this before. I have never taken grown man hardness in 
hand. I have done this-taken a hardness of another, young Supai in hand-down 
in the village in the darkness with friend. But he and I only playing-not 
this. But Dianna say: 'Don't be afraid, Little Injun. Just wrap your hand 
around it and stick it in me.' She make a small silence, then add, 'I'll let 
you do it to me later." 

"I move down close to where Hyman hardness is standing and Dianna's legs are 
spread. I put my fingers around the fatness of Hyman's hardness. It is hot 
to my hand. I feel life in it as I feel life in my hardness. Then I try to 
push the swollen end of it into Dianna. It will not go. Dianna move her legs 
higher and say, 'Open me with your fingers, Young Deer. Put your fingers 
inside me and make me wet with my juices on the outside." 

"I do it. I slide my fingers like a lizard-two fingers into the wet heat. It 
is first time in my life I have my fingers inside female. I feel fire rising 
in my hard on. I feel like I am going to make with the spurting of seed, but 
then I feel the heat of Dianna's female hole on my fingers and I hear her 
moan, and then I feel cool breeze on my hot hardness. Then I feel my 
hardness spurting with the seed and a tremor takes my body because I feel 
that I am making my seed erupt into a heat that is Dianna's sucking mouth. 

"The next moment much happens. I make noise like a mountain lion, and I pull 
fingers out of Dianna's pussy, haigu calls it, and I stab Hyman's cock, 
another word I learn from haigu, all the way into the open heat. And I watch 
like through much rain how haigu fuck. With much quickness and much making 
of the noise. Hyman's cock goes in and out and in and out of Dianna's mouth 
between her legs, making sound like stone being dropped into pool, over and 
over, or like feet make in mud. And Dianna is still sucking on my hardness 
that is not hard anymore. And she is licking it and squeezing the sack that 
hangs below it and making noises with her mouth like she likes everything 
that is happening. 

"A long time Hyman fucks Dianna of the golden hair with the legs that wrap 
around,and then I know he is making with the spurtings of his seed inside 
Dianna's pussy. I know because he make gruntings like bear and he shouts, 
'I'm coming, fucking little cunt! I'm filling your snatch with it, baby!' 
And Dianna makes my cock come out of her mouth, and she forgets I am there. 
She winds her arms around Hyman's neck and is panting very much and makes 
noises like coyote that has been hit by a rock. And they are both moving 
like they are running somewhere, but then they suddenly stop and look like 
they are of stone, and I fear a moment that Tochopa has turned them into a 
haigu Wigeleeva, which is another name for Hue-pu-keh-eh and Hue-gli-i-wa. 
But they are breathing. . . . 

"It is later that Hyman comes out of Dianna. By that time my hardness 
between the legs is back. And Dianna sees it. 'You want to?' she asks, 
looking at me with her eyes that I see now are blue like little water. And 
she takes my hardness in her hand and pulls me to where Hyman was. 

"When I lie upon her and feel her fingers putting me inside her, I do not 
believe it. It is like a feeling I had one time when in the village a haigu 
who had come down had given me some whiskey to drink. But it is a much 
better feeling. I think it is much better than Dianna's mouth. I feel all 
the way inside her and I feel her legs go around me, and I start to fuck. It 
is the rubbing of my hardness inside her that is so much pleasure making. It 
does not take long. I feel Dianna's arms and legs go tight around me like a 
snake that is squeezing, and she bites my ear, and says, 'Come! Come, Little 
Injun!' Then she screams and shudders and I move with much quickness, 
feeling the seed going like liquid bullets, like hot water out of the earth, 
and I say, 'Eh! Eh! Eh! Hanaga! Eh! Hanaga!' And then Dianna covers my mouth 
with her mouth and her tongue is inside my mouth and I cannot talk, and we 
turn to stone___ 

"It is darkness when Hyman opens door for me and says: 'This is it. 
Seligman.' I step out. I say: 'Thank you, Mr. Hyman.' He laughs, then makes 
the V and W with much noise and drives away with red lights that get smaller 
and smaller-----I take big breath. Last picture in my mind is of Dianna 
sleeping in back after I and she fuck. 

"It is three months later that I begin to think that I fuck many haigu 
girls, all kinds of ways, I have haigu men and haigu girls suck me, but I 
make no friends. I feel like a small rock in Ha-vasu Creek. It moves over 
much ground over long time, getting smaller and getting nowhere...."Young 
Deer's case makes a strong point toward a condemnation of the direction in 
which the "advanced, cultured, civilized" society of the Western world 
appears to be heading. The condemnation is not so much of what the subject 
refers to as "the ways of the haigu" as the apparent purposelessness of 
their ways combined with the flagrantly and thoughtlessly hedonistic 
exploitation of man by man. It is difficult to arrive at any specific cause 
for this trend in modern society, but the presence of this trend as it is 
manifested not only through juvenile delinquency and postjuvenile crime, but 
through our society's egocentric life-styles, its cultural decline and 
political decay, can neither be denied nor concealed. 

Mencius's lines, as rendered by James Legge in his The Chinese Classics, 
Vol. II: The Works of Mencius, "The root of the kingdom is in the state. The 
root of the state is in the family. The root of the family is in the person 
of its head," and Alexander Pope's lines from his Moral Essays, " Tis 
education forms the common mind: just as the twig is bent, the tree's 
inclined," undeniably point at the roots of the problem. And Harrison E. 
Salisbury, though possibly less poetic, is specific in his analysis of the 
situation. In his The Shook-up Generation, he writes: 

The valid question arises as to what causes delinquency in ... pleasant 
suburban areas. The children have all, the conventional advantages. The 
homes are clean, neat, stuffed with consumer goods. The schools are good. 
There is ample room for kids to run and play. There are no dope pushers at 
the local candy stores to lure girls into prostitution. The families are not 
broken, for the most part. How does it happen that the kids go wrong? ... 

As Professor Short found in his study of middle-class families in Washington 
State the key factor in delinquency is not the classic broken home from 
which one of the parents has departed but the "psychologically broken home". 
. .. 

In too many suburban homes the father sees little more of his children than 
does the alcoholic parent of the tenement family. In too many homes the 
mother is too busy with an eternal round of social activities to have any 
really warm relationship with her children. The end result is unhap-piness 
in the midst of plenty. Children are as emotionally starved as those in the 
deprived areas of the slums. 

And, of course, as "birds of a feather flock together," they seek out those 
of similar misfortune, and, human nature being what it is, they sometimes 
find new "converts," that is juveniles whose grievances are not irresolvable 
but who, feeling that they find more in common with those other "oppressed 
and abandoned," dwell upon their grievances and at times even make 
unconscious efforts to become, through rebelliousness, "equals" with their 
newfound com-miserators. And with their rebelliousness being the only means 
at their disposal to gain in status, they rebel against the head of the 
family, the society, and the state, ever growing in numbers and ever 
broadening their methods until they create a new society. And sometimes-such 
as now-the form of the new society they create is disturbing. 

It was, then, into this kind of a "new society" that Young Deer of the Grand 
Canyon Havasu-pai Indian tribe found himself cast. In this case, there is no 
point to dwell on the psychological reasons of why he eventually, as the 
balance of his case history will show, became involved in an incestuous 
relationship with his sister, Little Flame. As a matter of fact, psychology 
and psy- chiatry would be hard put to attempt explaining the development of 
Young Deer's case even with the catchall explanations that Freudian, 
Jungian, and the innumerable other "ian" schools have in their bags of 
tricks. Perhaps the only true analysis of Young Deer's case would have to be 
based on the "Rotten Apple" theory. Essentially, that theory is very simple: 
A rotten apple in a crateful of good apples, if left alone for a long enough 
time, will contaminate the good apples; a good apple in a crateful of rotten 
apples does not have much of a chance of remaining good. 

It should be pointed out here that the narrative of Young Deer, as 
reproduced here, encompasses but two days of his ninety-day sojourn with 
what he refers to as the haigu, i. e., non-Indian segment of our population. 
There is no question that had he been picked up by a more desirable element 
of society on his first day out of the relatively staid and unsophisticated 
environment of Supai village, he would not have been immediately, if at all, 
subjected to the "domino effect" of moral decay. 

The tragic irony of Young Deer's case is that although he eventually 
rejected the ways of that segment of the non-Indian society in which he 
became embroiled, he was caught in the emotional turmoil of his (natural?) 
hypersexuality, the beliefs of the Havasupai, guilt at having gone contrary 
to the life-style of a "good 

Indian," and his desire to share his experiences with the haigu with someone 
from the village. His decision to meet, in a clandestine rendezvous, with 
Little Flame before withdrawing from both the white man's and his native 
society ("I needed time to think alone with the waters and the trees and the 
rocks," as he put it), does not appear to have had) any ulterior sexual 
motive. He claims that he could not bear to face his mother, to whom he was 
sure he had brought insurmountable grief by his original stealthy departure, 
and that he felt a meeting with his sister would serve the purpose of 
assuring those in the village who missed him that he was alive and well. 

In retrospect, one can say that Young Deer was the victim of three cultures: 
the traditional culture of the Havasupai Indians, the Christian culture that 
had been introduced into the village-the Havasu Canyon has its own chapel 
and church program-and the non-Christian, non-Judeo-Christian,' if not 
anti-Judeo-Chris-tian culture of "the world above," i. e., the "anything 
goes" segment of modern society. At the same time, it should be pointed out 
that he was not a victim of any one of the three cultures more than of the 
remaining two; rather, he was victimized by the clash of the three 
philosophies within his confused mind, and it was this clash of 
"contradictory truths" that created the emotional conflict. 

"There was Tochopa, I had learned from my mother, and he was a good god, and 
he had a daughter; there was Hokomata, and he was a very bad god. The word 
of haigu was that there was Jesus, son of Tochopa; they said nothing of his 
daughter. The Havasupai did not know of son before haigu came down and told 
of him and built a quonset hut in Supai village and called it 'church' and 
'house of God' where the spirit of Jesus, son of Tochopa, of whom haigu had 
not heard until they had come down to Supai, lived on altar in bread and 
wine. All this I had learned in the village, but I could not understand it 
as truth in the world of haigu. The world of haigu, in which I moved three 
months, was a world full of churchs, yes. Haigu built many of them, but he 
lived in the world around the churches, and that world wasthe world of 
Hokomata. It was the world of scorpions and coyotes that did much sex and 
little other. 

"It is true that I saw many haigu I did not know, but the haigu I was with 
told me those others were of 'the Establishment' and did much sex also, only 
they did it in darkness and when they were not doing money things. It was 
all out of my understanding and I made my mind to go back to the village of 
Supai up. I rode on haigu cars from Los Angeles to Williams with my thumb, 
but then fear seized me and when I came to Grand Canyon Village I did not 
know what to do. Then I found a Hopi man and told him of my going away to 
the haigu world adventures and the many pains in my chest they had brought 
me. He listened with the patience of an Indian, then asked me if there was 
any person in Supai village I wanted to talk with the most. I thought of my 
mother, but I feared her anger. 

Then I thought of Little Flame___The old 

Hopi said he would try to bring Little Flame up to his home and then I could 
talk with her. 

"I was at the Hopi old Indian house for two weeks. I had told him I wanted 
to talk with Little Flame alone. He said he would see what he could do. It 
was after two weeks, a time in which he was gone for one week, that he told 
me of Little Flame coming up with another Hopi friend to talk with me. He 
make arrangement for us to meet at Indian Gardens halfway down to bottom of 
Grand Canyon... 

"I met her there, below Indian Gardens, by running water. She did not know 
me at first because I was dressed in haigu jeans, which are pants that are 
tight, and white shirt and glasses of darkness. She also did not look as I 
remembered her; she also was dressed in haigu clothes. But I understood; it 
was so there would be no knowing by others who looked on who she was and who 
I was. She was dressed in jeans also, and in shirt. But she was sitting on 
rock alone like she was resting, and I was walking down trail. I did not say 
'Little Flame' until I was in front of her to the side; it was then I said, 
'Little Flame,' and she looked at me, and like sound of running water soft 
in the night, she said,'Young Deer?" 

"It was when she got up from rock that I felt the urge of haigu. In village 
she wore large dress that did not show her shape. In haigu shirt I saw her 
for female, a female of my kind-a Ha-vasupai. I wanted to lie on her, and 
when she came to me, slowly like a shy deer, I took her in my arms and held 
her close and felt the hardness of my loins growing great and I knew I 
wanted to put the hardness in between Little Flame's legs and make it go 
inside her. In words of haigu, I wanted to fuck Little Flame. 

"She must have felt my hardness against her, because she looked up at me, 
then put her small arms around to my back and said, 'Young Deer, you have 
become big." 

"But we did not come close like that again until we came down to where the 
trail goes up again on the other side of the great river, what haigu calls 
Phantom Ranch. The old Hopi Indian of Grand Canyon Village had given me 
haigu money and had said he made reservations at the ranch for two and I was 
to tell woman there that. It was so. It was not the time of year when many 
haigu come down, so there were not many of them there. 

"Little Flame and I had talked all the way down the Bright Angel Trail. At 
first she was shy, but then-after I took her hand to help her walk in some 
places, when she became tired- she lost that shyness. Sometimes she walked 
in front of me, and at those times I could not force my eyes to leave her 
small back that lies below the waist and that I learned from haigu is called 
ass. It was not full like on some haigu females I had seen and been inside 
of, but it was making my mouth run with water and my hardness grow in my 
tight jeans. And then, when I walked in front and would look back to see 
that Little Flame was coming, I could see the female fullness of her tits 
that were not large but were too large for the shirt Little Flame was 
wearing. Little Flame was not wearing what haigu call a brassiere, which one 
time after I learned from haigu another word for tits, that is boobie, I 
called boobie trap, which my calling made the haigu I was with at the time 
laugh very much. I did not understand why he laugh until he tell rfie of 
meaning of what I call brassiere.... 

"I know now that Little Flame knew that I had a strong wanting for her all 
the way down to Phantom Ranch, but I did not know it then, and I did not 
know other things about Little Flame until much later that day, and those 
other things made me feel things I had never felt before toward Little 
Flame. If I had listened to Little Flame's silence while I told her of the 
kind of life I had among the haigu maybe I would have heard that she was not 
the same 

Little Flame that I had left in Supai village three months before. But I did 
not listen, I did not think why Little Flame did not act like she had been 
bitten by a scorpion while I talked. I did not tell Little Flame details of 
my fuck-ings with haigu females, but I made her understand that I had done 
much of that and that I wanted to come and talk to her and be with her more 
than I had wanted to fuck haigu females. 

"I said Little Flame listened with silence, but she also spoke to me with 
the squeezing of her hand when I would give her mine to help in some places 
on trail. It was a squeezing of the hand not like any I had felt from any of 
the hai-gus; it was the hand of my own people, my friend, my sister. She was 
my father's daughter and she made me feel warm and away from the life of 
three months before. 

"Shadows were making strange shapes over the walls of canyon when we crossed 
the great river over suspension bridge. By time we reached Phantom Ranch, it 
was almost full dark shadow that filled the canyon. I walked up to office 
window and said I had reservation cabin for two made by Hopi Indian. Woman 
gave me number of cabin, looking with strangeness at Little Flame, but she 
did not say anything. I suppose it was Little Flame's young looks that made 
her think-like the thought of all haigu - of fucking.... 

"In cabin with the canvas roof and four beds and a screen porch in front, 
Little Flame sat down on one of beds. I looked good at her then, standing in 
middle of room. She was not what haigu calls beautiful, not in the ways of 
the haigu. She wore no paint on her mouth and face and eyes. She had a skin 
of a Havasupai and eyes of deep darkness and nose that was not large in the 
front but a little large on sides, but she was a Havasupai and she was 
beautiful to me. I smiled at her, and let my eyes come down to the fullness 
like two hills in the front of her shirt. 'You are growing large,' I said. 
'You are like a woman, Little Flame.' I smiled at her. 

"She said: 'I am fourteen, Young Deer. I am large enough." 

"It was a strange thing she said. I wondered at it. I also felt a heat go 
through my body. I looked at her hard, but still smiling. I thought then, 
when she said nothing more, that I misunderstood her, that I was thinking in 
the way haigu thinks. I said, 'It is hot and we are all sweaty. We should 
take a shower." 

"Is there shower here?' she asked. 

"I said, 'Yes.' Then I said, 'I will go find out where it is." 

"I know that at that time I was already thinking of Little Flame in ways not 
of brother but of mating male. I do not know why. I think it was because I 
had been used by haigu females and males, used by those who had many times 
before used others, and I wanted a making of love with one who had not been 
used. I wanted a making of love, not a fucking.... 

"I found shower house down path toward office. I came back to cabin where 
Little Flame was still sitting on bed. 'We go to take shower,' I said. 

"She looked at me. 'Together?" 

"I looked at her, then walked to bed and put her head in my hands and looked 
into her eyes. They were deep and they were dark. 'Do you want to take 
shower with Young Deer?" 

"She did not answer, but I saw her eyes were not sure to answer. So I 
brought my mouth down to her black straight hair on head and kissed it. I 
felt her tremble, then her arms went around my waist and she held me close. 
I felt my hardness growing and pressing against the softness of her front on 
top-her tit. I thought it would frighten her, but she did not pull away. She 
made her arms tighter. Her hands on my ass felt like no haigu female hands. 
There was a fear in her hold, like I would leave her and she did not want me 
to do that again. 

"Then she said, 'I have no clean clothes to put on after shower." 

"I said, 'Don't. I will stand outside shower after I am finished, and I will 
make the sound of bird when it is safe for you to come out. You come out 
fast and run here, where I will meet you." 

"It was done that way. I went to shower, where I made my body clean with the 
hot water. I thought I heard the shower next door in woman's side, shower 
under which my sister Little Flame was standing undressed with water kissing 
her body. The picture in my mind made my hardness large in front of me and I 
put my hand around it and I moved my hand thinking of Little Flame's naked 
body and what it would feel like to lie on it with my cock inside her young, 
never-before-entered pussy. I wondered if she had hair on it. The last time 
I had seen it-I could not remember when-it was naked of hair and with skin 
puffed out on both sides of slit that was the entrance to her sex hole. I 
felt good as I rubbed my hard on slowly, letting good feelings grow in it 
until I could control the good feelings no more and my hardness made me bend 
over forward and rub it faster and faster. I watched my come fly out of the 
large smooth head like little white birds through the spray of the shower 
and hit the plastic curtain and then run down it slowly. And I said aloud, 
'Little Flame, I am going to fuck you tonight. I am going to slide my Indian 
cock into your Indian pussy where it belongs and stroke inside you until I 
fill you with Indian life...." 

"When I was finished, I stepped out into the night. It was silent in woman's 
shower room. I listened to the sounds of wilderness at night that I had 
almost forgotten in the world of haigu. It was mostly the sounds of silence. 
But there were also sounds of bats whistling around lights in front of row 
of cabins, one of which was ours. And of waters of Bright Angel Creek. And 
of frogs. Then I heard Little Flame at door of shower room. She said in very 
soft voice: 'I am ready for sound of bird, Young Deer." 

"I looked around. There was no persons anywhere. I made like a bird, small 
bird with small voice but loud enough to be heard in shower room. 

"Little Flame came out like a silent deer, holding her clothes in front of 
her, covering her nakedness, and moving fast through the shadows that were 
not many because of all the lights in front of each cabin. But she was 
silent, so that if anybody saw her they would have thought it was not a real 
motion but a shadow of a small cloud or of a large bird. Only the sound of 
the cabin door shutting with a slam made proof that Little Flame was 
real.... I had seen her small ass with shadows playing over it and I licked 
my lips. She was so small. I thought. She was only fourteen. Maybe I could 
not make loving with her. Maybe I would hurt her. But then I did not think 
anymore. I went slowly but much faster than I wanted to after Little Flame 
and into the cabin. The lights were on. Little Flame did not turn them off. 
I wondered if I should, but I didn't. I let them make light. And I looked at 
Little Flame sitting naked on the bed in right-hand corner. 

She had her clothes lying in her lap, covering that what I wanted so much. 
But her tits were not covered. And her skin was a hotter color. From the 
shower I knew, and maybe from other things I thought. 

"I did not have my shirt on. I had it in my hand. I threw it on an empty 
bed. Little Flame followed its flight with her eyes then looked back at my 
hands. There was some fear in her look, so I smiled and said, 'We go to bed 
now, Little Flame. You are tired from long walk.' Then I brought my hands up 
to front of my jeans. I unsnapped the top and pulled down the zipper. 

"I saw Little Flame's mouth open and her eyes fix on my fly. I let my jeans 
come off my legs. I had to tug them because they were tight and my hardness 
was making them tighter. I was glad I had taken my boots off before going to 
shower. Now I stood across room from Little Flame in only my shorts. My 
hardness was pushing them out in front of me far. And Little Flame was 
looking at it and her tongue was moving quick over her lips. Then she raised 
her hand from her lap and the clothes that were covering her before were not 
covering her anymore. They were lying on the bed next to her. And I saw that 
there was hair between her legs where her pussy was, and the hair was black 
like on her head, only not so thick. It was not like any of the other pussy 
I had up in the world of the haigu. Maybe it was because it was a Supai 
pussy. An Indian pussy. 

"I moved my hands again. To my shorts. I pulled them down over the hardness 
standing out and pointing at my sister on the bed who had her mouth open now 
but without the moving tongue. It looked like she was not even breathing. 
Just waiting.... 

"I heard her breathe when my cock was out and my shorts were on the floor 
around my feet. Her breath was like the sigh of the wind through cactus 
needles. I moved to her, slowly. My cock was like a spring in front, moving 
up and down, up and down with each step, but only so much up and so much 
down. I know there was some fear in my mind that it would be too big for 
Little Flame's pussy. Little Flame was not wide in the ass; she was not fat. 
On the trail, when I would see her from side, I had feelings that my cock 
would go right through her. If I put it in her pussy and pushed hard it 
would come out of her ass.... 

"I stopped a foot away from Little Flame and reached my hand out to her chin 
and raised it up to look in her eyes. 'Are you afraid, Little Flame?" 

"She swallowed nothing, then shook her head. 'No, Young Deer. I am not 
afraid.' She smiled, then asked: 'Young Deer, are you going to make loving 
with me?" 

"I nodded. 'Yes, Little Flame. Young Deer is going to make loving with you. 
I am going to do with you what.I had wanted to do for the past three 
months.' It was strange that I said that because I had not knowingly thought 
of fucking Little Flame while I was with the haigu. Even the days of my trip 
back to canyon, I only thought of talking to her. 

"Do it, Young Deer,' she said and lay back on the bed. 

"I looked down on her black pussy. The hair was not thick; it was not long; 
it was the pussy of a female no longer a child but not yet a woman. I could 
see pinkness showing in a line through the fur at the bottom of her stomach. 

"Open it, Little Flame,' I said. 'Open your pussy for Young Deer." 

"Little Flame trembled and moved her legs apart. Then she brought her feet 
to bed, raising her legs off it, and I could see the hole of her sex, and 
the hole was wet. I wondered if it was from the waters of the shower or from 
her feelings that the seeing of my hard on gave her. I moved my hand between 
her legs and slid my finger into Little Flame's hole. My finger went all the 
way in and I felt Little Flame's pussy tighten around my finger and I heard 
Little Flame moan like a puppy dog in the village. Then I felt her finger, 
cold and small, take hold of my thick flesh-muscle. 

"Put it inside me, Young Deer,' she moarted. 'Please put it inside my pussy 
and fuck me. I want your cock fucking me, Young Deer. Now!" 

"Her words made my hardness lurch in her hand like a rabbit caught in a 
snare. I lowered myself over her, holding my body up off her on my 
outstretched arms with hands on the bed on each side of har. I had to take 
my finger out of her pussy to do that, but I did not care because my cock 
was in her hand and she was showing it the way to her hole. I felt the heat 
of her pussy on the knob of my hardness. I felt it slide into her, then her 
hands came up around my neck. 

"Now, Young Deer,' she said, and I moved. 

"It was a tight pussy, Little Flame's pussy. It was the tightest I had let 
my hardness go into. It felt like the warmth of summer sun and coolness of 
spring breezes and sweetness of fresh fruit and honey. And Little Flame 
brought her body up against mine as I was moving into her and our bodies 
came together with a loud sound like a fish jumping out of water makes. 

"And then she started fucking under me. She was moving slow at first but 
building speed fast, and she was moaning and making puppy noises, and her 
legs went around my legs and she tried to draw me further into her, and I 
wondered where there was room inside her pussy for my big hardness because 
of her narrow ass, but then I felt life begin to boil in my balls and start 
shooting like a bullet, like many bullets, up the barrel of my hardness and 
explode like geyser inside Little Flame's pussy that seemed to have 
many-many little hands playing with my hardness.... 

"She came at the same time. I know because she suddenly shuddered and bit my 
shoulder and then sighed and screamed. Then, like she was falling asleep, 
she moaned, 'Ahhmmm, fuck, fuck, fuck!' And with each word, she moved her 
pussy up against me, slower and slower. 

"I was very confused. I wanted to fuck Little Flame, my Supai sister. 
Instead, she had fucked me, and she did not sound like fourteen years old. 
But it was a good come that I had and I just let my body lie on her with my 
hardness going soft still inside her watery pussy hole. Then I fell asleep. 
. .. 

"I woke up because I felt my hardness in cool wetness. I was lying on my 
back on the bed. And Little Flame was there. I could see her. She was there 
with my hardness in her mouth and she was sucking me, sucking me! My little 
sister! And then, when she saw me with eyes open, she moved her body until 
her pussy was by my face, and she let my hardness slip out of her mouth, and 
she said, 'Eat my pussy, Young Deer -eat my cunt out with your fucking 
tongue!" 

"I felt a madness growing in my chest. I put my hand on her head and I asked 
her, 'Little Flame, where did you learn the ways of haigu? You been fucked 
while I was gone? You been sucking cock? You been having your pussy eaten?' 
And she nodded, and then took my cock back in her mouth and started moving 
her head up and down over it, pushing her black and wet fur pussy at my 
mouth. ... 

"Anger seized me then. I pulled my cock out of Little Flame's mouth. 'Who?' 
I yelled loud. 'Who been doing it to you, Little Flame? And how long?" 

"She told me. 'Mule driver. Haigu. Past month, every time he brings down 
tourists.' She looked frightened at my anger. 'He fucks good, Young Deer. 
Almost as good as you." 

"I felt the anger of a thousand years choking my throat. I maddened. I 
pushed Little Flame down on bed, then turned her around so her little ass 
facing me. I pulled her Supai ass globes apart, and then I rammed my 
hardness into Little Flame's asshole. She tried to scream, but I pushed her 
face into pillow. And I fucked her asshole for a long time, with much 
anger.... It took me a long time to come. When I came inside Little Flame's 
ass, I got up and dressed. I heard her sobbing on bed, but I did not care. I 
left the cabin and I went up the pathway to a hilltop and I went down the 
pathway to a canyon and I listened to the sounds of the night and of the 
great river and I felt pain for many things I had done and Little Flame had 
done. I tried talking to Tochopa, but he would not make a sign that he 
heard.. . . 

"When I returned I went up to the world of haigu and bought much whiskey and 
drunked myself. It was because of that I was found, talking mad things about 
fucking and sucking and my sister...." 

Young Deer's bitterness, despair and confusion at discovering that his 
fourteen-year-old sister, Little-Flame was no more innocent -than any of the 
non-Indians he had been exposed to for a period of three months is 
understandable in view of the fact that his exposure to the hedonism of the 
modern world was sudden and intense. His subsequent discovery that Little 
Flame had not returned to the Supai village contributed even further to his 
emotionally disturbed state. 

It is difficult with any certainty to predict how the boy will fare. The 
quasipsychoanalysis to which he has been subjected was of an extremely 
superficial nature. Because of this it is doubtful that anything but time 
and a radical change of influencing environment will set Young Deer into a 
frame of mind that will suppress his bitterness and bring some normalcy into 
his life. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

I Take Thee, Brother___ 

"Although I've never been stranded on a desert island I've always felt I 
knew what it was like to be that alone. And, like most people who lack the 
talent for making friends, I soon learned to give the impression that I 
preferred a solitary existence. 

"I know that some of my shyness was due to my mother, or, more accurately, 
my overreac-tion to my lovely and social mother. She had that talent, that 
ability, and she drew people constantly. The house was always teeming with 
people, and a little of my excruciating shyness was born from my fear that 
these people would expect me to be a little bubbly carbon copy of my lively, 
attractive mother. 

"Actually, thinking about it as a young adult, we were more alike than it 
appeared on the surface. It took me a long time to realize that Mother's 
socializing was as much a front as my pretense of enjoying my loner life. It 
was her way of living with the fact that she had not only left my father 
when I was a baby, but had allowed him to have full custody of my brother 
Grant. 

"As I grew up I both looked forward to and dreaded the rare visits from my 
father and brother. I never knew how I was supposed to act, and my stiffness 
made it nearly impossible for my father to react warmly to me. He was a 
stranger to me, and I suppose I subconsciously resented him for not living 
with us, for taking my brother from me, and perhaps even for taking my 
brother over myself. He was tall and handsome, and when we saw him his eyes 
were mainly on my mother. 

"It was different with Grant. Though my mother wanted to spend every minute 
with her son, Grant would search out my eyes and smile at me, and though he 
was only a year and a half older than me, he was like a god. I kept having 
the feeling that he wanted to be my friend, and one of my favorite daydreams 
was that Grant would come and live with us. 

"Even as a kid there was something special about Grant. He was gentle and 
sort of quiet, and even though we looked so much alike it was scary, he was 
the most exotic boy I'd ever met. 

I'd sit stiffly in a straight-backed chair, listening, my eyes sweeping over 
my brother's face, my mind racing to come up with some magical string of 
words which would draw my brother's handsome lips into a smile. 

"Because I saw him so rarely it was easy to make Grant into a hero figure. 
He was the friend I never had, the companion I'd always wanted and, later, 
when I grew up a little, the boyfriend I was afraid to take. I'd kept so 
much to myself and for so long, that when the boys in school began noticing 
my long blonde hair, my softly curving lean body, and the face my mirror was 
insisting was elongating and maturing attractively, I shied away from them. 

"I was sixteen when my mother swept into my bedroom after a late, mysterious 
date one night. 

" "Tricia, I hardly know how to tell you this. I hope it will make you as 
happy as it's made me.' Her excited eyes searched my face, anticipating my 
delight. 'After all these years.... Oh, Tricia, it's too wonderful! Your 
father and I are going back together again! We're going to be remarried!" 

"Her news left me unshaken at first. Dimly I thought back to all the times 
as a child I wanted a father, or needed one. I remembered a summer outing 
particularly, when I was eight or nine. It was one of those father-daughter 
things, and I was the only girl who couldn't go. 

I'd pretended not to care, but it had hurt. Now I didn't feel much of a need 
for a father, even my own father. 

"Suddenly I realized what her news meant! Grant! He'd be coming home! He'd 
be coming back to me! The thought of having him all to myself, having him 
here in this house with me.... I saw it as an ending to all the loneliness, 
all the sadness. I felt happier than ever before in my life. 

"The next week passed so slowly that I began to be afraid it would never 
happen. But finally we found ourselves all dressed up and before a minister, 
and, like in the movies, we were a family once more. 

"My father couldn't get time off for a week after the wedding, so we had 
several days to get settled and to sort of get used to each other. My eyes 
followed Grant everywhere, and he was very helpful and sweet. But there was 
no time to be alone, or to let a friendship develop naturally. I was looking 
forward to the end of the week, when our parents would take off on a 
three-day honeymoon and we could be alone. 

"The night before our parents left the doorbell rang and a pretty girl about 
my age was there wanting to see Grant. 

"He looked pleased as he made introductions. 'Barbara, this is my sister 
Tricia. Isn't she beautiful?' He grinned. 

"I watched him introduce Mother to the girl, and I made my excuses and 
headed to my room, tears burning my eyes. My cozy little picture of Grant 
and myself living happily ever after was threatening to fade out. Somehow it 
hadn't occurred to me that Grant might have friends. Especially girl 
friends. 

"Mother dropped into my room for a moment before leaving for the store. 'We 
have a few last things to pick up, Tricia. Why don't you go downstairs and 
watch TV with Grant and Barbara?" 

"I mumbled something about a headache, but after she was gone I wondered why 
I didn't just make my way downstairs and see what was going on between that 
girl and my brother. 

"I moved quietly, and they weren't aware of me standing by the door to the 
family room. The girl's pretty dark face was very serious and her eyes were 
sad as they studied my brother. 

"I just don't know what's happened, Grant. All of a sudden I might as well 
be dead, you know? We've been going together for most of the year, and now 
you act like you can't quite remember who I am. I know you're excited and 
happy about your family getting back together and all, but that shouldn't 
have anything to do with us! Grant? Are you even listening to me?" 

"Grant sighed and put his arm around the girl. 'Yeah, I'm listening, Barb.' 
But his eyes stayed on the TV screen. 

"It's as if you've fallen for some other girl.... Well, at least I know one 
way to get your attention, Grant.' The edges of her lips turned up in a 
semisad little smile. 

"I felt a little guilty about standing there listening to them, but a fierce 
jealousy kept me from either casually entering or leaving altogether. I 
moved back into the shadows more, confident that they couldn't see me 
without getting up from the couch. 

"How long before your folks will be home?' Barbara asked, her fingers 
dropping to Grant's lap as she pushed her big tits against his chest. 

"Grant lost interest in the TV immediately. 'Not for at least another hour. 
Maybe two. But there's Tricia....' His arm slid around her small waist. 

"Barbara shrugged. 'She's probably sleeping. I promise I'll keep a sharp ear 
out for her.... Oh, kiss me, Grant, damn it! Just kiss me...." 

"I felt ice cold as I watched them kiss. I knew I shouldn't be feeling this 
way. Grant was only my brother. But I couldn't control my emotions, and as I 
watched them kissing, saw Grant's tongue slip into the willing girl's opened 
mouth, I would have been happy to shoot Barbara on the spot, like a jealous 
lover. I would have left then, and again gone crying to my room, but I 
didn't want them to know I was spying on them. So I remained motionless, and 
for the first time in my life I watched two people make love. The blood in 
my veins went from ice to steam in the next few minutes, and as much as I 
hated what was going on because that bitch was making love to my Grant, the 
most overwhelming emotion flooded my brain as I imagined myself Barbara.... 

"It obviously wasn't the first time for them. They knew what to do, how to 
move against each other. After kissing each other and touching lightly, 
Barbara backed away enough to get her blouse opened. She wore no bra, and 
the creamy mounds of her large coral-tipped breasts swayed slightly as her 
hands brought his up to cover them. Her tongue slipped between his parted 
lips as he played with her nipples. Without my being aware of when, they had 
eased back on the couch so that she was on her back and Grant was over her. 
I could clearly see her long pale legs as he inched her skirt up, and then 
her panties were off and slipping to the rug. 

"Fascinated and weak-kneed, I watched unblinking as my brother's hand slid 
between those firm, sleek thighs and got lost in the dark, damp curls which 
covered her young slit. Barbara moaned as his fingers began rubbing her 
clitoris and darting into her slick hole. Her legs widened as he played with 
her cunt, and my own untouched pussy ached jealously. 

"The whole thing might have taken only minutes, or maybe it was closer to an 
hour before it was over. Time had lost all meaning, and only the ache in my 
chest and the throbbing between my thighs meant anything at all. I watched 
Grant mount the girl, was able, for the briefest of instants, to see his 
big, thick cock before it slid up her tight, wet channel. I watched them 
fuck, my eyes wide and my head spinning. Like any inexperienced girl my age, 
I'd spent a reasonable amount of time thinking about sex, wondering what it 
was like, half desiring it, half fearing. But this was all so different. I 
hadn't anticiapted the stark sexual urgency I was feeling just from watching 
this act. My tender young breasts ached, swollen and stiff-nip-pled, and my 
virginal pussy itched to be filled, to be relieved. It was agony watching, 
but I knew it would be even more painful to run. 

"Barbara trembled as she came, and her softly shaking body speeded up 
Grant's climax. He began to ram his dick in and out of her, and then he was 
moaning softly against her neck, his naked hips slowing. 

"I stood there a minute longer, hating her, then I found the courage to back 
quietly down the hall. Every nerve in my body felt raw as I tiptoed up the 
stairs and to my room. I sat at the edge of my bed for a while, long enough 
to calm myself. Then I went back into the hall and, head down, I made my way 
to the bathroom. The dimness of the hallway matched the silence of the 
house, and I cried out as I bumped into Grant as he was leaving the 
bathroom. 

"He looked startled, too. Tricia! I didn't see you! I thought you were in 
your room, asleep." 

"I attempted to say something, but found the best I could do was look at him 
for a brief moment. The I turned and ran back down the hall to my room. I 
locked the door behind me. 

"He followed me to the door and knocked lightly. 'Tricia?" 

"I didn't answer, and soon he left. I knew he must have read the whole thing 
in my eyes, yet there was nothing to talk about. There was nothing wrong 
with what he had done. He was my brother, not my husband. Not my lover. My 
brother. Why, then, I wondered, did it hurt so badly? Why had I so 
desperately wanted to be that girl under his hammering body? What was wrong 
with me? 

"I left the house the next morning when my parents left, pretending a study 
session at the library. All of a sudden I dreaded the long weekend before 
me, alone at that house with Grant. Sooner or later he might demand to know 
what was wrong with me, and what could I say? I also had to do some 
away-from-the-house thinking about what had happened the night before, once 
I'd finally gotten to bed. 

"Standing there watching Grant and Barbara had made sinking into a restful 
sleep impossible. I was all body, in that bed, all physical, a mass of 
working hormones and emotions. I kept reliving what had happened, and those 
long mo- ments with Grant dipping in and out of the girl's body with his 
long, hard cock made me toss and turn restlessly on the bed. Unable to stand 
it any longer, I slipped a hand down to the insides of my thighs, pushing 
the nightgown up and out of the way. It was agonizing, this feeling in me. I 
had to find relief, somehow. 

"Like most girls, I guess, I'd explored my own body any number of times. I 
knew about masturbating, had read about it and heard others talking about 
it, but I'd never been able to do more than irritate myself before. All the 
rubbing ever did was make me more tense, so I hadn't played around like that 
for years. 

"I slid a finger up the crack of my cunt. The heat and wetness there 
surprised me, and I found my stiffened, overly sensitive clitoris 
immediately. The small organ was slippery and throbbing, and my finger felt 
good against it. 

"I closed my eyes and thought of the way Grant had rubbed Barbara's pussy, 
working his thumb over her stiff button, then down into her slippery cunt. I 
did the same to myself, pretending it was Grant's finger. I felt loose and 
hot, and it was easy to pretend. Soon I was moving around on the bed, my 
fingers digging into my cunt, my acutely alerted body responding to every 
touch, every thought. I dipped my forefinger into my juicing hole and got it 
good and wet, then I began to tickle my little clit with it. The other times 
I'd attempted to make myself come 

I'd been kind of undirected and unaware, playing but not really having to go 
anywhere. It was different this time. I knew I had to finish myself off. 
There would be no chance of getting any rest otherwise. 

"It was also easy to hold the image of Grant over me. I could almost feel 
him in bed with me, could very nearly feel his hands on my naked flesh. I 
could feel the tension building in my body, and soon I was moaning softly as 
a wave of feeling, much like a suddenly fanned fire, swept up my thighs and 
into the mouth of my womb. I was whimpering into my balled fist as I came, 
and my nipples felt as if they might explode from the wonderful pressure. I 
was hurled back to earth with a furious impact, but by then I was too 
exhausted to do more than go a little numb at the thought of who my 
dream-lover had been. And then it was too late, even for that. I was sinking 
into the deepest sleep I'd ever known.... 

"I did go to the library the next morning, but only because I could think of 
nowhere else to go. For once I deeply wished I had some girl friend to go 
to, someone who could help me pass the hours. As much as I'd looked forward 
to this time alone with Grant before, I now feared it. 

"No book could hold my interest, and soon I began to wonder why I'd come. I 
began to review the situation calmly. All that had actually happened was 
that I had witnessed my own brother making love to a girl friend. Since I'd 
had so little of Grant all my life I'd simply taken him out of the brother 
category and made him into a big hero. I loved him and I wanted all of him 
to myself for a while, and it wasn't that strange that I'd resent a girl 
friend popping up from nowhere and taking his mind off of me. And, after 
what I'd seen, why was it so amazing that I'd throw Grant into my little 
sexual fantasy? Who else should be in it, Richard Burton? 

"I began to calm down as I thought about it. I had no reason to make a big 
deal out of it. Nor was there any reason to make Grant uncomfortable. 
Avoiding him last night had been a stupid, little-girl game. I would go 
home, make us some lunch, and get right down to the business of getting to 
know each other. If he asked about my weirdo bit the night before, I'd 
simply make up some story of not feeling too well. Relieved, I returned the 
books I'd borrowed and started home. 

"Lunch ceased to be a problem. It was already made by the time I got there, 
thick golden pancakes dripping with homemade syrup, big straight-up eggs and 
a pot of bubbling black coffee. But most of the bubbling was being done by 
Barbara. She looked really cute with an oversized apron around her flat 
stomach.. Grant was already eating. 

"Better grab some before your big brother does 'em all in, Tricia.' Barbara 
put a plate in front of me. She poured us all coffee, then sat down. 

"I didn't have much of an appetite any longer, but I was also annoyed at 
myself for reacting this way. Grant was entitled to have girl friends. I 
wasn't his guardian. I forced myself to eat a pancake though it was 
tasteless in my mouth. 

"Barbara did most of the talking. From time to time I'd look up and find 
Grant's eyes on me, probing. Finally I couldn't take any more of it, and I 
excused myself, saying I had to take a bath and do my hair. 

"I gave myself another furious talking-to as I bathed. I took some of my 
anger out on my own flesh, wiping at it furiously with a soapy washcloth. I 
had to stop this jealous bit. It was insane. I had to grow up and stop 
having sick fantasies. I had to control myself! 

"Still damp but wrapped in a big Turkish towel I finally left the bathroom 
feeling a little better. I had almost made it to my room when Grant's voice 
stopped me. I turned slowly, my fingers holding the towel closed around me. 

"I want to talk to you, Tricia.' His deep blue eyes dropped to the edge of 
my towel, at the deep swelling of my naked breasts beneath the towel. 

"Is Barbara gone?' I asked, not really caring at the moment, just needing 
something to say. Somehow I knew what Grant would ask. 

"He nodded. 'Listen, Tricia, did you.. . ? I mean, were you downstairs? Last 
night? While -while Barbara.... When we were...." 

"I stood there staring at him, feeling very naked and somehow kind of 
daring. 'While you were making love?' My voice was a whisper. 

"Yes.' It was as if a trance had come over both of us, a blotting mist that 
made everything that could happen a dream. His hand came up and began to rub 
my arm and shoulder, and the nipple of the breast nearest his hand began to 
harden. 'When I saw you later, by the bathroom, you looked ... upset. Maybe 
even ... jealous-----" 

"My eyes longed to close, to complete the dream impression. My throat felt 
dry. 'What would you say if I said I was?" 

"He stepped a shade closer to my nearly nude body and I knew he was going to 
kiss me. I raised my face for his lips. His low voice was very distinct. 'I 
would say that I was glad.. .." 

"And then he was kissing me...." 

The final case in this study: the case of Tricia and Grant A------. Is it a 
psychopathological phenomenon? an illegal, if not a criminal, act? a 
travesty on morals? or a tender love story? What kind of answer can one give 
after having studied the inbreeding of the Egyptians in the times of the 
pharaohs, of the Romans in the times of the emperors, of the Chinese, of the 
Christians? What can one say after "everything that has been said on the 
subject of incest" by the fathers of the Church, by Krafft-Ebing, by Freud, 
and by all the modern psychologists, psychiatrists, social workers, 
moralists, and ethicists? If one considers the lack of agreement rampant on 
the subject of incest from one school of thought to the next, one can say 
more or less anything one feels like saying. In short, depending on one's 
point of view, it could be said that the case at hand is anything from "a 
psycho-pathological phenomenon" to "a tender love story." And one can find 
"supporting evidence," regardless of what attitude is taken. 

Krafft-Ebing covers one point of view, at least, if not three. In his 
Psychopathia Sexu-alis, he wrote: 

The preservation of the moral purity of family life is a product of 
civilization; and feelings of intense displeasure arise in an ethically 
intact man at thought of lustful feeling toward a member of the same family. 
Only great sensuality and defective ideas of laws and morals can lead to 
incest. 

And subsequently, in the same work: 

As a decidedly pathological phenomenon, the author has found incest in 
states of congenital and acquired mental weakness, and infrequently in cases 
of epilepsy and paranoia. 

A diametrically opposite point of view is taken by Samuel G. Kling in his 
comprehensive work titled Sexual Behavior and the Law. He goes about it in a 
circuitous manner that defies contradiction. He states that "incest is [a] 
crime." Then he poses questions: Is it true that children of close relatives 
inherit their parents' poorest traits in multiple form? Is there any 
scientific evidence that first-cousin marriages are intrinsically evil? Is 
it true that royal families which tend to intermarry tend to degenerate? And 
answers them all with a straightforward: No. But he does not end his 
presentation there; he goes on to answer a charged question, specifically: 
If there is little science to support the notion that inbreeding is harmful, 
what is the explanation for condemnation? with the words: 

The explanations for the condemnation of so-called incestuous marriages are 
rooted more in religion, fear, and superstition than in modern science. The 
most plausible of all explanations is that allowance of incestuous relations 
between mother and son, father and daughter, and brother and sister, would 
disrupt the unity of the family, and on these grounds, and on these alone, 
there is logic for the present condemnatory attitudes.... 

With the preceding possible attitudes toward an incestuous affair being 
presented, one could 

-after studying the balance of Tricia A------'s case-classify the tryst 
between her and her brother Grant as "an illegal and psychopatho-logical 
love story." This classification is forced upon any objective student of the 
case by the circumstances, the development, and the resolution of the case. 

The circumstances were obviously the introverted nature of the subject's 
personality, the separation of her parents, the subsequent reunion of the 
latter, and the almost inevitable urge on her part to emerge from the 
confinement of loneliness within which she had become immersed. The 
development of the incestuous drive was, under the circumstances, 
understandable. In the beginning, there was no one in whom Tricia would 
confide, but her brother. The sexual urge was not recognized at first, and 
when it was finally recognized as such by her, she was powerless to do 
anything about it. She became, in fact, obsessed with the idea of making 
love to her brother. The analysis of the psy-chopathology of this situation 
requires much more space than is available here, and much more information 
on the subject than is given. The balance of Tricia's narrative indicates 
strong emotional involvement with her brother; in fact, this emotional 
involvement was a strong urge to have, and keep, what she, in her juvenile 
state, wanted. Her desire to maintain the incestuous relationship after the 
affair was consummated was where psychopathology came in. 

"In the brief instant before my arms went up around him and I was returning 
his kiss fully, passionately, I wondered if this was a sudden and passing 
emotion he was feeling, or if he had been thinking of me in the way I'd been 
thinking of him. Not that it really mattered. All I cared about deep down, 
where I was hungry, was that my beloved brother Grant was kissing me. I 
could feel the towel slipping to the floor and that didn't matter either. I 
was in his arms naked, and right or wrong our bodies needed each other. 

"His body urged me back into my room, and soon we were on my bed together. 
His breath was hot and tasted faintly sweet, a lingering taste of pancake 
syrup and butter. His hands were strong on my breasts, testimony of a boyish 
brutality that made his passion seem stronger than that of a full-grown man. 

"I didn't mind, though. It seemed like he couldn't touch me hard enough, 
intimately enough. I wanted him close against me. 

" Tricia . . . Tricia, honey___ I ... I shouldn't be doing this to you.. . 
.' He kissed my neck and held me very closely. Through his pants I could 
feel his cock, stiff and swollen. 

"His pained words got to me. My face red with passion and bravery, I 
fittedmy mouth to his ear and whispered urgently, 'Please! I want you to, 
Grant. All my life I've wanted you! Yes, I saw you with Barbara, and I 
wanted to be in her place so badly. Love me, Grant, because I love you so 
much...." 

"It was more than he could take. His strong arms tightened around me, then 
went to work on his clothing. In a minute we were both naked on the bed. He 
climbed over me and looked down, studying every bare inch. 

"Beautiful tits... . You have the most beautiful pair of tits, Tricia.... 
You're so pretty, honey.... All over...." 

"I let him look, glad that he liked me, ecstatic that we had two days before 
us, whole, unbroken days and nights to love each other without interruption. 

"Grant's hand grabbed mine and brought it down to his throbbing, straining 
cock as his other hand began to creep between my own naked legs. I held my 
breath as a sunburst of desire shattered within me. I held him tightly, 
marveling at his masculinity and at what we were about to do to each other 
when I heard the sudden gasp of air. It took another split second to realize 
the sound came from neither of us. 

"The look of horror on Barbara's face was good enough for an Oscar. She 
stood over us like some avenging angel, and a sudden picture of how it 
looked from her point of view flashed through my mind. From nowhere the word 
incest crossed my thoughts, and it read like the dirtiest word in the 
dictionary. 

"Grant was off the bed and halfway to the girl before I had more than enough 
time to realize that she was actually there. 'Barbara!" 

"She turned and ran into the hall. He caught up with her just as she was 
about to'start down the stairs. Dumbly I walked to the door and picked up my 
towel. Out of habit I wound it around my shivering body. 

"Get your hands off me, you son-of-a-bitch!' Barbara tried to push him away. 
He pulled her against his naked body, whispered something in her ear, and 
kissed her urgently on the mouth. At first the girl struggled a little, then 
she reluctantly let him kiss and whisper to her. I had no idea of what he 
could possibly be saying to her, but I suspected that he knew that she would 
like to believe things weren't quite as they seemed. Finally they began to 
walk towards Grant's bedroom. As he opened the door and let her enter first 
my brother shot me a glance. His eyes told me what I already knew that it 
would be very bad if Barbara were allowed to tell what she'd seen, that this 
was the only way he knew to shut her up, and that he'd much rather be with 
me.... I sank into my room, locked the door and cried like a little girl. 

"Later that afternoon, while Barbara was taking a bath, Grant came to my 
door to try to talk. I couldn't talk to him, though. I was too mixed up, and 
the horror of what we were doing from Barbara's point of view, which was the 
world's point of view, was more than I could stand at the moment. I told 
Grant I never wanted to see him alone again, and refused to open the door. 

"Barbara stayed the rest of the weekend, and by the time my parents had 
returned from their little honeymoon she was ready to announce their plans 
for getting married. My father was furious. 

"That's insane! You're only kids. Grant, I thought you had more sense than 
to...." 

"Barbara interrupted him coolly. 'I'm pregnant, Mr. A------. It's for the 
best, really. For all of us." 

"I sat there in shock, hearing all this, unable to tell what was real from 
what wasn't. Was Barbara really pregnant, or was marrying her the price 
Grant had to pay to keep secret what we had been doing on my bed? 

"Barbara worked full time, and Grant had worked part time for a few years 
and had saved a little money. They got married quietly during the week, 
moved into a tiny apartment, and a week later Grant announced that he was 
joining the Navy. His eyes tried to make contact with mine as he told us his 
plans, but I avoided looking at him. If all this was happening as a result 
from our attempt at loving, I was directly to blame for the entire thing, 
and I couldn't stand the thought.... 

"Grant was gone then, and I didn't see him at all for months, and then only 
briefly. He tried to get me to meet him alone, but I couldn't. Barbara had 
claimed to have had a miscarriage, but she was again pregnant, and I was 
careful to keep away from Grant until he was gone again. 

"I graduated high school and went to a college across the state. I'd made a 
determination to leave my old painfully shy self behind with this move, and 
I forced myself to accept dates and fake an ease in social situations. It 
turned out that playing 'as if,' that is, pretending I could easily mix with 
my peers, worked-soon I was reasonably comfortable wih people, and dates 
were fairly comfortable, too. 

"The third man I dated turned out to remind me a little of Grant, and even 
as I dressed for our date I guessed that I was going to let this one make 
love to me. It had been a long time since that day on my bed, and I was 
tired of being a girl. Though my thoughts and feelings were still centered 
around my brother, I knew it was time to put an end to all those fantasies. 
I knew that Grant and Barbara were having their troubles, in spite of their 
adorable baby girl. But that could no longer be my problem. I had to get 
Grant out of my system, once and for all. 

"Scott had the same curling blond hair and deep blue eyes, and he seemed 
like a logical candidate for my purposes. We were going dining and dancing 
at a club which was known to the students for the no-questions-asked rentals 
of the motel which was part of the bar and grill, and I knew it was Scott's 
hope that I would be willing to give the place a complete try-out. 

"I'd gone out with Scott several times, and if his main attraction was his 
resemblance to Grant, well, there was no reason why I couldn't use that to 
my own advantage. I waited until we were dancing our last dance to tell him, 
though. 'Why don't you rent us a room, Scott?" 

"The rooms were known more for privacy than style, and we didn't keep the 
light on very long, anyway. I was a little stiff in Scott's arms, but I 
supposed that was to be expected for the first time. I pushed away the 
memory of how loose and willing I'd been with Grant. I'd only been a kid at 
the time. What had I known? 

"Scott knew he was the first and he took pains to go slowly, to be exciting 
and gentle. He kissed my body all over, lovingly, pausing long enough to 
tell me how beautiful I was. He took my nipples into his mouth and sucked 
them long and lovingly, coaxing them into stiffness. He worked his face down 
between my thighs and slipped his tongue into my cunt. He worked on my 
clitoris until I had no choice but to respond, only my responses were on a 
purely body level. I was ready by the time he mounted me, and it felt good, 
his sliding into me. His cock wasn't as big as I remembered Grant's as 
being, but it still felt good. Slowly I learned how to move with him, and I 
was able to slide fairly effortlessly into an orgasm that first time. 

"I came away from that experience fairly pleased on one level, and deeply 
disturbed on another. The physical side was okay, the sex itself, but I 
could still remember how it had felt with Grant, and I was worried that 
nothing again would ever quite match it, that I would never be able to feel 
for anyone the thing that I had felt for my brother. 

"I had a pretty social year after that. I suppose that part of the furious 
dating I was doing had something to do with a crazy attempt to find someone 
who would move me to those heights I'd had with Grant that one brief 
afternoon. But it was never anything like that, though I learned a lot and 
came to appreciate sex as a magnificent body release. 

"It was during the spring holidays of my senior year that I saw Grant again. 
I'd been home two days, and I'd gone to see Barbara in the afternoon of the 
second day. I wanted to see my lovely little niece, but I still wasn't ready 
to see Grant. Barbara was surprised I didn't know that they were separated. 

"She made me a cup of coffee and seemed to deliberate before speaking. 'I 
made a terrible mistake five years ago, Tricia. I've never talked to anyone 
about it, but I think it's time.' She studied my face then took a sip of her 
own coffee. 'I'm not very sophisticated, honey, but I do know that many of 
the things most people say are evil or unnatural just aren't always that 
simple. When I saw you and Grant on that bed.. . ." 

"Please, Barbara, I don't want to talk about...." 

"I think we'd better, Tricia.' Her voice was soft but firm. 'I made Grant 
marry me, Tricia. I wasn't pregnant. I just knew I had him over a barrel, 
and I didn't care. I was a stupid little kid. .I just want you to know that 
he loved you then and I think he loves you now, and in spite of the names 
other people give relationships like that, I'd go to him if I were you. If 
you still feel the same way about him, that is. Sure, it couldn't be 
anything close to an ideal relationship, I know that, but I don't think 
there will ever be anyone else for Grant. He was kind to me, Tricia, in 
spite of what I did to him, and I think he tried to love me. But he lived 
with you in his head and heart day after day, and I finally had to face up 
to it." 

"I got up quickly, upsetting the coffee cup. 'I don't want to hear it, 
Barbara. I don't want to hear it! I'm just not interested!' I grabbed my 
purse and ran from there. 

"Finding an excuse to cut my vacation short was easy, but Grant appeared 
before I'd left. He looked even handsomer than ever in his expensive 
business suit, and I found myself longing to be in his arms, however 
briefly. Startled by those feelings, I barely talked to him and managed not 
to let him get me alone, not even at the airport. 

"I returned to school depressed and insecure. I gave some thought to 
accepting a date and trashing out my frustrations on some mattress 
somewhere, but I didn't really want that, either. The campus was nearly 
empty and very silent, and I jumped when my doorbell rang. I opened it 
without thinking. 

"Good day, madam. I'm working my way through college-quite literally-and 
thought you might like to...." 

"I couldn't help grinning a little. Then I sobered. 'What are you doing 
here, Grant?" 

"He shrugged and walked past me, leaving me at the opened door like an 
idiot. I slammed the door and turned to face him, aware that my heart was 
racing and my fingers trembling. 

"I thought it all out and decided if you won't talk to me at home you might 
be willing to talk to me here. You were always running back here, and now 
that you're already here, where can you run to?' He smiled. 'Come on, baby, 
we've got to find out, you know?" 

"'Find out what?" 

"If we still feel the same way. And, if so, if we can wear it off a 
little...." 

"He had rented a motel by the shore, a pretty little cabin off by itself. I 
was there before giving myself time to question the validity of his point. I 
was there because I wanted to be there.... 

"We swam first, our eyes needling each other. Then we ate a light meal and 
walked hand in hand to the motel. Strangely there was little anticipatory 
nervousness or tension. This was a date long overdue and we both knew it. 

"It was wonderful to be in his arms again. We kissed deeply and happily, 
then undressed each other. His hands were more gentle than I'd remembered, 
and they touched every bit of me, lingering over my hard-nippled tits and 
between my legs. He fingered me for a while, commenting a touch sadly on my 
nonvirginal state. But even that was good, because in a way that was another 
sign that we'd each grown up. 

"His cock was as wonderfully long and thick as I'd remembered, and I leaned 
over and kissed it sweetly. Then, lovingly, I sucked it into the deep wet 
cave of my mouth, and I made the most of showing my brother just how much 
I'd learned at college. His dick responded by hard- ening another impossible 
inch, and I ran my tongue over it until he was moaning with pleasure. 
Instead of taking it out, though, he simply reversed his position and soon 
his face was lodged between my thighs, and we were sucking each other. I 
trembled violently under the assault of his skilled tongue, and finally we 
were groaning out our orgasms, his hot eome spurting into my mouth and down 
my throat as my cunt spasmed violently from his lapping tongue. 

"We rested briefly, holding each other and touching each other's bodies. I 
ran a finger up over his stiffening cock, encircled his big balls and poked 
between the cheeks of his ass. He caught the hand and made it play with his 
cock, and soon he was on top of me, prepared for a nice, long fuck. 

"I gasped as he entered me. It was like finally hearing the end to a 
long-awaited story, and I was alerted to get the most out of each inch of 
him. It seemed the same for him-, as if he, too, wanted this continuation to 
be perfect in all respects. He began to fuck me slowly, moving his stick 
around in me, letting me feel it before ramming me with it. He knew what to 
do, and I seemed to have a knowledge of just how to please him, too. 

"It was beautiful, that fuck, and it was all the more beautiful because it 
was actually Grant's face I was looking up into, and not a near likeness of 
Grant. I kissed him over and over as we fucked, and when we finally came it 
was perfect. He dug into me further than anyone ever had, and my inner 
muscles knew just how to milk the last creamy drops from his balls. By the 
time we finally fell free of each other it was time for sleep. 

"We awakened early in the morning, and it was the most natural thing in the 
world to fuck. This time we were even able to tease each other a little 
while we were doing it. 

"The day was wonderful. We swam, saw an art exhibit in the afternoon, went 
back to the motel, and played on the bed for a while, licking and sucking 
each other, and making each other come. When we'd had enough of that we 
dressed and went out for a thick steak. Then we returned to the motel for 
some serious fucking. Maybe it was because we were brother and sister, but 
we were perfectly matched, and both of lis were finally willing to call it 
quits just before morning. 

"By the time we woke it was nearly time for Grant to take his plane back so 
that he could be at work on time. We dressed and kissed and debated about 
going back to the sack for one more round of loving, but the clock convinced 
us it really wasn't wise. 

"We walked around the terminal hand in hand, eating hot dogs and feeling 
like little kids again. Warmly we made plans about another weekend really 
soon, and though I knew there would be that weekend and probably many more, 
it had lost that edge of urgency I'd carried for so many years. Not that we 
loved each other less, or anything, but now that we'd finished what we'd 
started so long ago, we no longer had to magnify the importance of our 
attraction for each other. As I waved to him as he boarded the plane I 
suspected that I was going to find that I liked sex with other men even more 
than I had, and I wondered if Grant wouldn't find Barbara more attractive 
once again.. . . 

"Leaving the airport with the wind whipping through my hair, I noticed it 
was the start of a beautiful night...." 

There were, according to additional information obtained from the subject, 
two more meetings of a similar nature between her and her brother. After 
that, Tricia met another man, and fell in love with him; Grant, meanwhile 
was taken back by his wife Barbara. 

CONCLUSION 

It is extremely difficult to dredge up any positive feelings regarding the 
subject of incest. Most people concur with the thoughts of S. K. Weinberg in 
his Incest Behavior. 

Incest, the universal crime, violates a taboo that is as forceful among 
primitives as among sophisticated moderns. It is behavior that disrupts or 
destroys the social intimacy and sexual distance upon which family unity 
depends. It is the recourse of very disturbed and very perverse persons. 

However, there are modern-day psychologists who are questioning not that 
persons who engage in incest are "disturbed" or "very perverse" persons-that 
is a question which is still up for debate-instead, they are looking into 
the causes, the special influences which foster or provide the right 
environment for the budding of incest. 

The responsibility of society in matters of incest is enormous. It comes 
into play before, possibly during, and most certainly after the act. Does it 
not seem reasonable to accept this responsibility, to temper the instinctual 
reaction of disgust and horror, at least long enough to determine why these 
unfortunate affairs occur in the first place, and how they might be 
prevented in the future? Today's generation believes so; they are possibly 
more concerned with motivations than have been other cultures in the past. 

Many authorities believe that the best two ounces of prevention are adequate 
sex education and a healthy home atmosphere. But this is a theory not often 
realized by many fledgling families who still consider sex a hushed word. 
Unfortunately, the losers in these situations are the children, the 
potential victims or protagonists in an incestuous atmosphere. They suffer 
the long-range consequences-the loss of emotional equilibrium-the many 
maladies that arise over the years as they pay for their incestuous deeds. 

For the offender, at least in prosecuted cases, the physical penalty comes 
swiftly and is enduring. The heaviest penalty for the crime of incest is a 
maximum of fifty years imprisonment. 

The lowest penalty for incest is a maximum of one year in prison and a 
maximum fine of five hundred dollars. The next lowest provides a maximum 
term of three years in prison, or a maximum fine of one thousand dollars. 
But does any imprisonment or fine correct the problem? Are these offenders 
more likely to be rehabilitated citizens and return to the "outside world" 
able to "sin no more"? 

As we enter the latter part of the 1970s, some troubled individuals still 
tend to overreact to any instance of incestuous thought; they may 
experience. This is both foolish and self-defeating-the molehill begetting 
the mountain. Most psychologists agree that the incestuous phase is a real 
and normal factor of the developmental process. Fortunately, this is slowly 
being accepted by society. In a period statement, Albert Ellis wrote in his 
Sex Without Guilt that incest in the 1950s has obviously become considerably 
less heinous than its depictions in the 1950s tended to make it out. This 
hardly means that every father's daughter had best now look with panic to 
saving her chastity, nor that every mother's son should expect seduction at 
home. But it does probably mean that the strongly incestuous urges that most 
normal human beings experience at some time during their lives may now be 
experienced with considerably less conscious or unconscious feelings of 
guilt. 

Thus, we have painted a miniature picture of incest. Abstract or 
surrealistic, it is a far cry from the idyllic portrait one would prefer to 
view. We have settled sibling incest in the foreground and restrained other 
sexual relations between blood kin to the background. But all parts of the 
picture blend as one and reflect back on us, perhaps defiantly, perhaps 
pleadingly. The message it relates bends to interpretation within the mind 
of the beholder.
