Incest Shame Abused Innocents
by Unknown


    INTRODUCTION 

    Incest is a very dirty word to some, and to others it is a way of life. In 
    this volume we will get to know several people who have experienced incest 
    of one sort or another. Some of it is serious and shocking, and some of it 
    is almost lighthearted and not quite consummated. But all of them reflect 
    the desires and fears that beset the modern family. I think you will find 
    that this is one of the more stimulating volumes in this series. When you 
    have finished hearing the stories of these young beauties, as they tell of 
    fucking and sucking brothers and fathers, you will no longer feel the same 
    about any family. There is no doubt that the members of any healthy family 
    at some time or another feel the urge to commit incest. Here are the stories 
    of some who did. I hope you will find them as stimulating as I did when I 
    first heard them from the patients. Perhaps when you have finished reading 
    these you will take a different look at members of your own family. Perhaps 
    you. will start watching that sister with the big tits and hairy cunt 
    through different eyes than ever before. 

     CASE HISTORY ONE 

    SUBJECT: Diane P. AGE: Sixteen 

     INTERVIEW ONE 

    Diane is a lovely girl, tall and well-rounded. She is the cream of the crop 
    among today's teenage women. I was really impressed with her when I met her. 
    She had a charming personality as well as being physically ravishing. I just 
    couldn't understand such beauty having as many problems as she had. But she 
    certainly did have them. I could see that she was ill at ease when we began 
    talking. I used every trick in the book to get her to open up to me. And at 
    last she felt a little more at ease with me and could discuss her problem 
    with me. I was ready to listen and hoped that I would be able to find a 
    solution to her problem. 

    Well, Doctor, I don't know where to begin. What happened to me is rather 
    strange, I have to say that right at the beginning. It horrifies me to think 
    of what happened to me and to know that I'll have to live with what happened 
    to me for the rest of my life. God, you just can't know what that does to 
    me, Doctor, really. I'm a mess, a wreck. I don't know what to do with myself 
    any more, I really don't. I feel so damned crazy, that's what I feel. 

    All right, I'll tell you what happened. I'll tell you all about it. I'll 
    tell you all about the miserable thing that happened to me at the hands of 
    somebody in my own family. Can you believe that? Can you believe that 
    someone in my own family would do something as rotten as this to me? I don't 
    ever bother anybody, Doctor, and that's the truth. I never bother a soul and 
    I always try to be good and do my best and all of that. Sure I do. I'm 
    friendly to people. I'm as friendly as I could possibly be. I don't ever do 
    anything wrong at all, and certainly nothing to deserve the sick punishment 
    that I received at the hands of one member of my own family. It was 
    something entirely miserable, Doctor, I can tell you. It was something that 
    I'll never forget as long as I live, never, do you hear me? 

    All right, all right, I'll control myself, Doctor, just give me a moment to 
    get composed. Yes, I'll be all right, really I will. Just let me catch my 
    breath and close my eyes and just clear my head for a moment or two and then 
    I'll be all right. . Yes, that's better. Really, I think I'll be able to 
    tell you the story all right. Yes, the whole story. Don't worry, Doctor, I 
    won't hold anything back. But I must warn you that this will probably shock 
    you. I suppose you've heard shocking things before, but this might be 
    something stronger than anything you're used to. I don't know where I should 
    begin when I tell you this. It's such a terrible story. Yes, it really is. I 
    don't really know where I should begin. It's so hard when you're telling 
    something like this. You think and you think and you still don't know what 
    you might have done to deserve something like this happening to you. 

    I don't think that I deserved it, that much I can tell you. I never did 
    anything really wrong to anybody in my entire life, and I'm not just saying 
    that, I really believe it, you know. Yes, I really do believe that I never 
    did any wrong to anybody. I've always been a good person and I don't fuck 
    around. If I have an affair it has to be discreet and romantic. I don't 
    believe in doing anything vulgar the way some people do. No, that sort of 
    life is not for me. You would think that I would be the last person on earth 
    who would get involved in something like this. The last possible person. But 
    anyway, the fact of the matter is that it happened to me. Yes, it happened 
    and there was nothing I could do about it once it happened. I was stuck. I 
    was cursed with bad luck, that was the only way you could look at it. That 
    was the only way I could look at it, anyway. I had to think that somewhere, 
    at some time I did something wrong and was forced to pay the price for it. 
    Life can't be so entirely arbitrary and pointless that someone can be 
    punished in the way that I was punished and for no reason at all. No, there 
    just had to be a reason, I decided. There had to be some reason why this 
    happened to me. Maybe you'll be able to tell me that, Doctor. Maybe you can 
    see something in my story that escapes me. I don't know if you can or you 
    can't, but I guess that's what we're here to find out. 

    It makes me shudder when I think about it, when I let my mind wander back to 
    those days not long ago and see that brother of mine waving his cock at me 
    and threatening me, ready to hurt me like no one had ever hurt me before. 
    Yes, he was some sort of lunatic, that brother of mine. I don't know what I 
    did to deserve him. You would think that he was adopted, he was so 
    completely different from me, his sister. While I don't have a mean bone in 
    my body he doesn't seem to have a single good, decent bone in his. That's 
    the sort of guy he is, anyway, and there's nothing on earth that I can do 
    about that. But you'll see, Doctor. And then tell me when I finish my story 
    if that brother of mine doesn't deserve to fry in Hell for what the guy did 
    to me when I never did a thing to him in my entire life. 

    He ran away from home about a year ago and that was the last that we heard 
    from him. We worried about him for a while and my mother was really upset, 
    even though he had caused her lots of trouble from time to time. But it was 
    like everything else, you get over it after a while, and a year was a long 
    time, so that pretty soon we had forgotten about him almost completely. 

    Maybe my mother gave him a thought now and then but that was to be expected 
    because she was his mother and I was just his sister and brothers and 
    sisters aren't real sentimental when you're my age. We were always fighting 
    and he always had one grudge against me or another, even though they were 
    all in his imagination, I can assure you. The fact of the matter was that he 
    didn't have any girlfriends when he was living at home with the rest of us 
    and he must have gotten pretty hot under the collar lots of times. I mean, I 
    didn't really think of him in those terms and lots of times he would happen 
    to see me without any clothes on and I didn't really think about how it 
    might be making him excited or anything like that. No, I didn't think of him 
    as a sexual being at all. 

    I just thought of him as my younger brother. And he was not really that much 
    younger, either, less than a year to be exact. But I was very mature, or so 
    I thought, and I-figured that the things I was already interested in and 
    excited by couldn't possibly be within his grasp. I guess I just kept 
    thinking of him as my little brother, and that's all. I couldn't have 
    imagined that every time he saw my pussy hair or my big tits or my big, 
    round, wiggling ass, as I came out of my bedroom and walked down to the 
    bathroom or if I left my bedroom door open sometime when I didn't even think 
    about it and he might happen to come by my room while I was bent over and my 
    ass cheeks would be spread open, with my little pink ass-hole and my hairy 
    pink cunt spread wide for him to see inside, I couldn't conceive of the idea 
    that it might all be giving him a hard-on and making him excited and 
    lustful. 

    But I guess that was where I went wrong. But the point I'm trying to make 
    Doctor, is that I was not trying to be a tease. You must understand that. I 
    wasn't, I really wasn't trying to be any kind of tease. I just didn't even 
    think of my brother in those terms. It was as natural for me to be naked in 
    front of my brother or to go into the bathroom and piss in front of him as 
    it would be for me to do those things in front of our pet dog. 

    I guess that must sound terrible, but I'm just being honest with you and 
    trying to establish the fact that there was no self-consciousness involved 
    in what I was doing, that I was not doing it to frustrate him and drive him 
    crazy. It just turned out that that was what happened, if you're to believe 
    him about it. Now I wish that I had acted differently. 

    But I didn't, and the harm was done, there was no doubt about that. It was 
    done and what was done was done. I couldn't get that time back in order to 
    act differently. I was stuck with what I had done. There was no getting 
    around it. The damage was done and now the only thing left was to get the 
    punishment that my brother obviously felt that I deserved. But I don't feel 
    that I deserved it. No way do I believe that. I think that he was mean and 
    vicious and he should be locked up for what he did. A person like that 
    should not be walking the streets, and I hope that he gets put behind bars 
    and he never gets out as long as he lives, that's what I hope. In fact, if 
    I'm going to be this honest I might as well go all the way and tell you that 
    I hope that he dies. If the authorities don't see fit to give him the 
    electric chair or shoot him in front of a firing squad then I just hope that 
    he gets killed in some other way, accidentally or struck by lightning or 
    something that will put his mean, rotten life out of existence for good. 

    As I was saying, he had run away for a while. We had forgotten about him 
    after some time had passed and that was that. I didn't really care if he 
    ever came back. I guess you could say that I was that rotten about it. I 
    worried about it only to the extent that I figured it would make my mother 
    feel good if he did show up again. It wouldn't be such a lingering problem 
    for her as I was sure it might be, at least to some degree. I mean, it had 
    to be a burden to her not knowing if her only son had run away and hated her 
    or if something had happened to him and perhaps he was sick or dead and 
    needed help from her. It was that sense of not knowing and not being able to 
    get any answers about the mysterious missing son that made it linger on for 
    her, and that was the only part that I wished I could clear up for her. 

    Well, it got cleared up, but it certainly didn't happen the way my mother 
    would have liked, I can tell you that much. No, indeed it did not. It became 
    the worst nightmare that anyone could ever imagine. It happened and there 
    was no stopping it once it started. 

    It began on a quiet day. You would never have thought that anything like 
    this would happen on such a day, I can tell you that. It was a bright sunny, 
    clear, beautiful day. The birds were all chirping and it seemed like there 
    was nothing wrong anywhere in the world. It just goes to show you how wrong 
    you can be about something, I guess. I was certainly wrong about that. It 
    was not a beautiful day. It was the ugliest day in history. It was the day 
    my brother returned. 

    I wanted to get a nice sun tan that day, because the sun was so bright and 
    it was shining so hard. I went into the backyard and back to the garage 
    where I took out a lawn chair to sit in. Then I set it up and took off my 
    little cotton wrapper and sat down in my bikini to get the sun. The summer 
    was just beginning and I wanted to be the first one on the block with a 
    really nice sun tan. In fact, I was tempted to take off my bikini and get an 
    all-over tan since there was no one in the house and our back yard is nicely 
    secluded. As it turned out it's a good thing that I didn't strip naked back 
    there. Then again, he ended up getting everything he wanted out of me so 
    perhaps it didn't matter how much provocation 

    I gave him in the first place. He came there for one thing and that was what 
    he got. There was simply no stopping him at that point. I could see in his 
    eyes that he was going to get just what he wanted. He had come back a long 
    way in order to get his satisfaction on me for all of the supposed wrongs 
    that I had done to him. Now he had the perfect chance and he was seizing it 
    boldly and violently. 

    I had my eyes closed when he came up to me. He moved very quietly so that I 
    didn't even know he was there when he was standing right next to me. I can't 
    be sure how long he was standing there. He must have been there a minute or 
    two, though. I could imagine how he was standing there, staring down at me, 
    watching my big tits heaving as I breathed, looking at the plump mound 
    sticking out against the panties of my bikini, looking at the soft meat of 
    my inner thighs, parted and glowing from the shine of the sun baking down on 
    it and the suntan oil I had rubbed in there. I don't know what he did do 
    that alerted me, but I'm sure that he did it on purpose to make me aware of 
    his presence there. And then my eyes darted open. I was suddenly alert, my 
    heart having skipped a beat as the noise and the idea that there was a 
    strange presence standing near me while I was almost completely naked scared 
    me terribly. I was all alone, you have to remember, and just as it was 
    private enough for me to sunbathe nude if I wanted to, it was also private 
    enough for some intruder to be able to get away with almost anything he 
    wanted to get away with and not alert anyone to what he was doing. 

    I don't know why, but when I realized there was someone standing there, my 
    mind immediately thought that it was a robber, a rapist, something along 
    those lines, and that I was in danger. It's funny how a person can be so 
    instantaneously afraid and paranoid at the first sign of something unknown. 
    And in this case I was not really very wrong in thinking that I was in 
    danger, because it turned out that I was, very much in danger. 

    My mother was away for the morning and she hadn't said when she was coming 
    back. I was all alone there in that big house. Only I wasn't alone any more. 
    There was someone there with me, someone who was acting strange and 
    mysterious. Someone who was scaring me. 

    And then I looked up at the face of the person who startled me by their 
    presence. And I saw that familiar face. It was looking a little different 
    now. It was tougher, somehow. I couldn't quite explain it but it was. He 
    looked much older. He looked both older than he did the last time I saw him, 
    which was natural, and older than he actually was, which was not 
    particularly natural. 

    I sighed deeply when I saw who it was. I had a hand against my tits, 
    stilling my heart for the bit of pressure it had suddenly felt there. I took 
    several deep breaths. 

    "My gosh, Johnny, it's you," I said with a sighing laugh. "You scared me so 
    much when I opened my eyes and saw someone suddenly standing there next to 
    me like that. Well, gee, this is a real surprise. You didn't tell anyone you 
    were coming back home. How are you? Where have you been? We've all wondered 
    and worried about you for so long. And here you are. Well, this is 
    wonderful, uh, just wonderful," I said. "Glad to have you back home, Johnny. 
    We've all missed you around here, especially Mom." 

    It was awkward speaking to him, I realized. Number one, I was caught totally 
    off guard by seeing him there. That and the fact that I didn't know how to 
    act to him. I was a little annoyed and fed up with him for what he did, 
    running away like that with no word or anything, not letting us know if he 
    was in trouble or if he was sick or something. And now he was showing up 
    just out of nowhere. I didn't feel he deserved any warm welcome. Not from 
    me, anyway. Especially since I was sure that he was going to get one from my 
    mother, anyway, so why should I flatter him any more than that? And then 
    again, the two of us hadn't gotten along really well in a while, even before 
    he had gotten to the point where he had to run away. I don't say that we had 
    any big arguments, but there was just this certain awkwardness between us, 
    and now it was continuing now on his return to the house where we both grew 
    up together. 

    He wasn't making it any easier by any means. He was just standing there 
    staring down at me, making weird faces at me that made me squirm about on 
    the chair. I've said before that while he was living with the rest of the 
    family I had no problem about him, that I wasn't self-conscious around him 
    at all and I allowed him to see my naked body plenty of times. But he had 
    been away quite a while, and I wasn't used to having him around, and he 
    looked quite different now, older and meaner, and it made me feel 
    differently about being exposed in front of him. 

    I sat forward. I was uncomfortable with the way my tits were nearly fully 
    exposed and the way my plump cunt mound was sticking out so brazenly. I 
    sensed that his eyes kept returning to those spots on my body, and I saw him 
    licking his lips and gulping several times. Now, probably for the first time 
    in our lives together as brother and sister, I was aware of him as a person 
    with sexual feelings just like most men that I came in contact with. He was 
    no longer a child. He was a young man with a cock and balls and the same 
    feelings that my boyfriends had when they saw me. And in fact as I was there 
    looking at him, I could see a distinct movement in the crotch of his pants. 
    It distracted me so that I was staring at it without even realizing that I 
    was doing just that. I closed my eyes and cleared my throat nervously. This 
    was not the sort of reunion that families were supposed to have, I could see 
    that. There was something brooding and strange about this and I couldn't put 
    my finger on what was wrong. The sexual aspect was one thing, but I didn't 
    know if it was something to worry about or not. I certainly hoped not, but I 
    couldn't be sure. My brother didn't give anything away, that was for sure. 
    He just stood there and stared down at me with a sullen and rather blank 
    expression on his handsome face. The only thing that was given away was his 
    apparent excitement as he stood there looking down at my body inside my 
    skimpy and tight white bikini. I had the straps down on the bra and had 
    folded the panties down even further than they were supposed to be worn, and 
    when I looked down at myself I saw that a few loose curls from my pussy bush 
    were sticking above the waist of the panties. He had undoubtedly spotted 
    that already and it made me nervous. What was going on here? It was like the 
    Eve eating the apple story all over again. Suddenly, after he had been gone 
    so long and returned with such a different attitude I knew shame in front of 
    my own brother. It was something that had definitely never been there before 
    but it was there now. I suddenly realized very strongly that I wanted to be 
    covered up in front of him. I didn't want to be exposed in that way under 
    his strange and brooding gaze. It made me tingle and brought goose bumps to 
    my flesh that had not been there previously. I wanted to tell him to go 
    away, that he had been away a year and that we didn't need him back there so 
    why didn't he just go away again. 

    But then I realized that I was being possibly a little paranoiac and that it 
    would be very mean to say something like that to my own brother just because 
    he was not acting towards me in a particularly ebullient manner. It was 
    selfish of me. I had no way of knowing what sort of pressures the boy was 
    under, after all. I couldn't know if he was in trouble or not feeling well 
    or what. I scolded myself for being so mean and selfish. It wasn't like me. 
    Even if he wasn't being friendly towards me it was my duty to be friendly 
    towards him. I knew that my mother would want it that way and that she would 
    be very mad at me if I acted any differently towards him, anyway. "Have you 
    come back to stay ... I hope." I hadn't meant that last, but it was part of 
    my effort to act nice to him, as I felt I should, though I didn't really 
    feel in my heart what I was saying to him just then. I was consciously 
    forcing myself to say it to him. 

    He didn't say anything though, right then. He just kept staring at me and 
    nodding his head up and down and working his tongue back and forth from one 
    cheek to the other and back again. I couldn't help but wonder what was going 
    on in that head of his. It had to be something pretty strange, I was almost 
    sure of that. I realized then, looking at him with that blank look on his 
    face, that I really didn't know that much about how my own brother thought. 
    It wasn't the year that he had been away so much, because I also realized 
    that I never really gave much thought to what he was like inside. I just 
    took him for granted as my brother, a fixture in the house and that was 
    that. 

    And then he spoke. And when he said what he said the words shot through me 
    like they were made of electricity and shocking me as they ran up my spine 
    and into my brain for analysis. 

    "I'm carrying a gun, sister dear. And if you don't lift up that pretty ass 
    of yours and move it right into the house ahead of me, I'm gonna be forced 
    to use it on you." His voice told me that this was not some childish game he 
    was pulling or that he didn't mean what he was saying. I felt suddenly quite 
    sure that he meant every word of it, as a matter-of-fact. "I'll shoot you 
    right in that fucking fat cunt of yours, if you give me any trouble. I mean 
    it, baby. So get up. Let me see you wiggle right into the house. Come on, 
    you heard me. I don't have a lot of time and I want to get started on this 
    right now, so start moving it, do you hear me? Move it!" 

    I heard him all right, but it was taking some amount of time for his words 
    to sink into my head. I couldn't believe that I had heard him right, though 
    every part of me knew that I had. This was my brother, and he was a changed 
    person. He was suddenly a vicious, foul-mouthed young man, and I was 
    certainly afraid of him now that I saw this new side to his personality. 

    "Come on, quit stalling. Do what I say. Lift your body out of that chair and 
    get into the house. Come on, I'm sick of waiting for you, do you understand 
    me?" 

    I understood him, all right. There was no misunderstanding words of hate 
    expressed as eloquently as he expressed those. The boy had some plan in mind 
    and nothing could be done to sway him from what he was going to do. Of 
    course, even then I was being a little naive. I could see that my brother 
    had changed from the rather quiet and basically harmless sort he had been 
    when he was living with us, and was now violent and mean and angry. But 'I 
    still hadn't made the connection that this was all mainly sexually inspired. 
    I was expecting him to take me into the house and show him where our 
    valuables all were, in case he couldn't remember everything from when he was 
    living with us. Yes, I thought he was there to rob the house and finance 
    whatever sort of seedy life he had been living. I half-figured that he was a 
    drug addict and had finally thought of his own family as-likely candidates 
    for a robbery to help finance his situation. 

    No, I hadn't even given a thought that he was there not to rob the house but 
    to rape me. I mean, you'll have to admit Doctor, that one doesn't 
    immediately figure that one's brother is going to rape one. It's the 
    ultimate taboo, incest, isn't it? Well, you don't come across the ultimate 
    of anything too often and I just wasn't prepared for this. I wasn't prepared 
    for my brother to come back to the place where he grew up as some sort of 
    maniac with a gun, threatening to do all sorts of things to me if I didn't 
    cooperate with him. 

    I didn't know what to do just then, but I followed his orders. I knew I had 
    better do that without giving him any trouble. I believed his threats. 

    I believed that he would do everything that he said he would do. And he 
    certainly proved to me that he was not joking when he said any of it. 

    I stopped the girl at this intriguing point in her story and asked her to 
    pick up from there when she returned. She was quite willing to do this and 
    we parted. I certainly was anxious for her to return and tell me the details 
    of her dishonor at the hands of her own brother. It was one of the most 
    horrendous stories I had heard. 

     INTERVIEW TWO 

    She came in for an early appointment later that same week. Once I had 
    regained her confidence with a little small talk, she was ready to continue 
    her story. This would be the most important part of her tale and would 
    obviously be the most difficult to discuss. I waited till she was quite 
    ready and then asked her to proceed. 

    I got up and started walking. I felt very self-conscious wearing only that 
    very brief bikini I had on. I could feel his eyes burning into the firm, 
    wide, round cheeks of my ass as I moved. I was well aware of the fact that 
    my ass wiggles out far when I move, so I tried to keep this provocative 
    movement down to a minimum. Now that I was becoming aware of the fact that 
    he was after me sexually. I prayed for a blanket to drop down out of the sky 
    and hide my near-nudity. 

    "Hey, what's the matter, sis, you worried about the way that big ass of 
    yours is wiggling? Come on, don't stop it on my account. No way. I like it. 
    That's one of the things I came back here to see. Only you've got too much 
    clothes on now. We'll settle that soon." 

    Suddenly, I heard him rushing forward at me and knocking me down. I fell 
    across the steps that led to the back door of our house. I nearly hit my 
    face on the steps and would surely have knocked a couple of teeth out if I 
    hadn't thrown my hands up at the right moment. I rolled over then and 
    started to stand up. He came right up over me then and seemed to be helping 
    me up. 

    I couldn't understand this bit of generosity on his part, but I should have 
    known that it was only the prelude to something a lot more vicious as a 
    matter-of-fact. 

    His hands moved down to my crotch and he cupped the plump mound there. I 
    twisted back from him but I just couldn't get away from him. His grip was 
    too solid. 

    I slapped at him and cried out for him to let go of me at once. 

    "You bastard, you bastard, what do you think that you're doing? You can't 
    touch me like that. It's not right, it's not right, you're my own brother." 

    "Tough shit. I don't care about that. You've been putting me on for a long 
    time and now I think that it's time for me to pay you back for some of that 
    teasing, you bitch. You're gonna have to put out this time. No more of that 
    wiggling your pussy around me and then expecting me to do nothing but 
    breathe heavy and jerk off while I think about you." 

    "Oh, you rotten kid ... you can't talk to me like that, stop it, stop it at 
    once, I say! I'm going to tell Mother the way you've been talking. She'll 
    really give it to you when she gets home, I can assure you of that fact, 
    young man." 

    "Oh yeah? She'll get some of the same treatment, don't you worry about that, 
    sis. You'll get some and then she'll get some. It ought to work out just 
    fine, let me tell you. 

    Oh yes, it will work out just fine. You're both going to get paid back for 
    all that you've done to me. Yes, that's right, for what you've done to me. 
    And don't think that you haven't done anything to me. You've done plenty. 
    Yeah, especially you. You bitch, walking around and wiggling around without 
    any clothes on, bending over in front of me so that I can see your cunt and 
    your ass-hole and all of that blonde fur you grow down there, and then 
    sitting on the toilet and pissing in front of me and shitting in front of 
    me, doing all of that and pretending that I'm not even there, getting me all 
    hard and with nothing to do about it except beat my own meat. Yeah, that's 
    what you did to me and now I'm here to pay you back. And believe me, I will 
    pay you back, baby. Yes, you'll see. I'm going to give back to you every 
    fucking bit of what you gave me. I'll make up for all those frustrating 
    nights when I used to see you like that and fantasize that you would let me 
    touch you and play with you and fuck you." 

    "Oh God, you are horrible, horrible, do you hear me? That's what you are? 
    You're a horrible person and I wish you had never come back here. This isn't 
    your home any more!" I screamed at him. 

    "Don't you raise your voice to me, bitch. Things are going to be bad enough 
    as they are for you, so don't make them any worse. I'm telling you for real 
    not to mess with me." 

    He jammed his big hand down inside my panties and grabbed at my pussy. He 
    pushed his fingers right into the tight, dry meat. I screamed and shuddered 
    as I felt his jabbing, pushing fingers scratch and tear at the sensitive 
    flesh of my pussy. He didn't seem to care a bit how violent he was being. 
    And this was only the beginning of that sort of treatment. 

    We grappled together. He had gotten much stronger than I remembered him. In 
    any case, I was really no match for him as we grappled and twisted about 
    like that. His finger grabbed at my cunt. He scratched at the tender pink 
    meat, pulling the curly pubic hairs out at the roots and making me wince and 
    groan and shudder from what he was doing to me. 

    "Ha, ha, ha, nothing you can do now, is there? You stupid bitch, I knew I 
    would get even with you one day for what you did to me all those years, 
    showing that growing, sexy body of yours off like I didn't even exist, like 
    I didn't have any feelings at all." 

    He grabbed at me and swung me around from side to side until I was dizzy 
    from it. Then he slapped me across the face. It really stung when he did 
    that. I saw red and felt dizzy and my eyes watered. And then he did it again 
    and this time the pain stung more than ever. His hand went to my cunt again 
    and he dug his nails into the flesh, ripping and pulling at it. He was 
    really trying to hurt me and he was doing a good job of it. 

    "Owwwww," I cried out. "Stop it, stop it, let go of my cunt, you bastard ... 
    God, what kind of brother are you, anyway, for God's sake!" 

    He started beating me and raping me with his fingers at the same time. He 
    was jamming nearly his whole hand into my cunt, twisting and pushing it, but 
    I couldn't concentrate much on the effect that was having since there was so 
    much pain from the blows he was throwing at me. He growled at me and ripped 
    my bikini bra right off of me. I was stunned by this and when I looked down 
    at my naked, heaving titties in front of him I could feel myself blushing. 
    This was really strange since I could remember letting my tits heave in 
    front of my brother many times. But somehow this time it was different. Yes, 
    it was definitely different this time. 

    He grabbed at my tits and pinched the nipples between two fingers. He pulled 
    on them violently, digging his nails in and cutting the flesh. I screamed at 
    him. 

    I knew that we were rather cut off, but I hoped that there might happen to 
    be someone near enough to hear me scream. But he stopped me before I could 
    go on with it for long. 

    "Help! Help!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could, and then got slapped 
    for my troubles. I tried again but this time he hit me harder. 

    "Stop that, you stupid fucking bitch!" he screamed. 

    "No, no, don't hit me, don't hit me any more, I hate it, I hate what you're 
    doing to me, do you understand that? I hate it!" 

    "You can hate it all you want, for all I care," my brother said to me. 

    "I hate you, too! Yes, my own brother, but I hate you. How could you do 
    something like this to your own sister?" 

    "It's easy. You just have to put up with the sorts of things that I put up 
    with. Seeing you prancing around in the nude, really rubbing it in so that 
    it drives me crazy and yet I can't do anything at all about it." 

    "I'm sorry if you felt that way. I even apologize to you. But that doesn't 
    justify what you're doing to me, it doesn't, do you hear me?" 

    "I'm not listening to you any more, bitch. I'm the one doing the talking 
    now, and you better understand that, if you know what's good for you." 

    He slapped my face again and again, effectively blunting my screams. I 
    struggled but I didn't seem to get anywhere with my struggling. He continued 
    attacking my tits and my cunt, more and more and more all the time. There 
    didn't seem to be any way to get away from him. He was all around me at 
    once, or so it seemed. 

    "Stop it, stop it, stop it, you're driving me crazy, do you hear me? I can't 
    stand this, I can't stand you treating me like this." 

    And now he tried to kiss me. I squirmed, but he slapped me hard and held my 
    face rigid so that he could mash his mouth against mine. He pushed his 
    tongue into my mouth and I had a momentary desire to bite it off in my 
    mouth, but I resisted. He was crazy enough now, doing what he was doing, and 
    I was sure that that would make him even crazier and I would really have 
    Hell to pay to him. 

    He dragged me into the house then and kicked me in the ass. He pulled some 
    ropes out of his pants and waved them at me as I lay heaving and panting on 
    the floor. 

    "I found some rope while you were out there sunbathing away. I'm all 
    prepared to deal with you, baby, yes I am. My darling sister. You are going 
    to get what's coming to you now, you better believe that you are." 

    He was going to tie me up. I could see that now and it really frightened me. 
    I tried to get away but he grabbed me by the hair and jerked me back into 
    position. He was like some wild animal going crazy with me. He slapped me 
    across the face several times and then grabbed at my tits, squeezing them in 
    his hand till I thought they might explode like a pair of ripe tomatoes. 

    He made me get on my knees and hold my hands out to him and he looped some 
    of the rope around my wrists. I watched him methodically bind my hands so 
    tight that it nearly stopped the blood from flowing. I tried not to make any 
    more moans of horror and pain because I knew that would only get me more 
    brutal treatment. 

    He kicked at my naked body. His eyes were gleaming and he had an evil grin 
    on his lips. I couldn't believe that this was my quiet teenaged brother. He 
    seemed so strange, so completely weird that I hardly knew what to think 
    about him. 

    I felt ashamed, a feeling I couldn't really ever remember feeling before. 

    He leaned over me as I lay on my stomach with my hands tied up. He reached 
    down to my naked ass and pinched the left cheek. I winced. His fingers crept 
    down further, till he was scratching at the fur covering my cunt and 
    ass-hole. He jabbed his rigid fingers in and out and scratched through the 
    tender meat. I winced and shivered as his nails bit into the flesh. He 
    twisted my cunt lips open and stuck his ringers deep inside, working them 
    from side to side, pushing through the dry, tight opening and moving inside. 
    I grunted and gasped, trying not to let it bother me. But there was a great 
    deal of pain and it was very hard to ignore it, I can tell you that much. 

    Then he was behind me. I looked back over my shoulder at him. He was staring 
    into my open crotch and smiling and rubbing at his cock. He nodded and began 
    to draw his zipper down. 

    "Okay, baby, now you're going to get what I have to offer. Yes you are. I'm 
    going to give you a free ride, baby. This will be something that you won't 
    ever forget, let me tell you that. You are not ever going to forget what I 
    do to you right now, baby. Come on now, don't be so tense. That won't get 
    you anything, believe me it won't. No, I want you to relax and take it easy. 
    I want you to take it easy. There's no sense in being all tensed-up and 
    nervous because this is all inevitable. Do you hear me? It's inevitable, 
    baby. Do you know what I'm talking about, baby? There's no need for you to 
    be nervous. I think you're going to enjoy what I'm about to do to you. Yeah, 
    come on, sis, don't try and lie there and tell me you've never done anything 
    like this before. I don't believe it. With that body of yours and the way 
    you like to toss it around all the time like that. Yeah, I know what you 
    attract and I know what you do about it, so don't shit me, sister, don't 
    shit me!" 

    He shouted the last words with such ferocity that I shuddered and wanted to 
    throw up from what he did. I closed my eyes and wished, prayed that I could 
    be transported somewhere else. But that obviously was not going to happen 
    for me. Nothing would save me at this point. I was trapped like a rabbit and 
    I was going to be skinned alive in one way or another by my maniacal 
    brother. Yes, it was going to happen and I could not stop it. 

    He toyed with me some more. He touched my pussy and scratched at my 
    ass-hole. I was beyond mere humiliation by this point. I was in a state of 
    shock and horror that was bordering on catatonia. But something inside me 
    willed me to keep on struggling, not to give in totally to his whims. That 
    would be too much, total surrender, and I couldn't bear to totally surrender 
    to this mad, vicious brother of mine who was intent on raping and 
    humiliating me. 

    I couldn't believe that we had both grown up in the same household. We now 
    seemed like two so totally different people. That was the big problem. If 
    only he could have been a little more like me, sweet and forgiving. But he 
    had lost whatever element of that he had in his nature in the time he had 
    been away. 

    "Bastard, bastard, bastard," I kept mumbling at him. It was a funny and 
    totally appropriate thing to say to him in a way. One could only speculate 
    on his actual birthplace if he was going to act in so strange a way, in such 
    a way that was so totally different from the way the rest of us in the 
    family acted. 

    He was taking out his cock now. Through all of my hate for him there 
    persisted an idle and undoubtedly perverse fascination for the act he was 
    going to do and all the accompanying details. For whatever sick reason of my 
    own, I wanted to see my brother's cock. I wanted to see what his throbbing 
    member looked like. I had seen it before, of course. But that was a long 
    time ago, before he had gone through puberty, and at that time it was only a 
    little twig, no bigger than my littlest finger. But now I was sure he had 
    grown a few inches since then, and I had, as I say, this burning desire to 
    see what he was carrying there between his legs. Obviously he had something 
    good and knew how to use it. At least that was what my fantasy of a rapist, 
    even a teenaged rapist who is also one's brother, should be. I strained now 
    as I sensed that his cock was out. I wanted to see that big thing and I 
    twisted around to look at it. And then I saw it and it was wilder than my 
    wildest dreams or fantasies of it rri ght have been. By far. My eyes bulged 
    as I looked at it. And I couldn't stop looking at it. The thing was 
    beautiful and enormous. It was throbbing away like crazy even then. 

    "Hey, baby, you like what you see there?" he said to me. "Huh? You like the 
    look of your own brother's fat prick? Isn't it beautiful? I bet it looks a 
    lot different than it did the last time you saw it, right, sister dear? Come 
    on, tell me what you think of it, you fucking cunt!" 

    The way he growled out those foul words sent a chill up and down my spine. I 
    could hardly stand to listen to him, but I couldn't stop looking at him. He 
    was gorgeous. That cock of his seemed to stretch out for a foot or more. It 
    was an incredible hunk of meat and I had a burning desire to touch it, to 
    squeeze on it, to feel it between my teeth, and to feel it between my 
    thighs. Yes, that was what I wanted, all right. 

    "You foul-mouthed creep!" I screamed at him, and even when I was pouring 
    invective at him I still could not take my eyes off his throbbing donger. It 
    was a sight like no other I had ever seen, or so it seemed to me at that 
    particular moment. Yes, it really seemed like something special, like some 
    wonder of the world. That was what it was, I thought. And it belonged to my 
    brother. 

    The strangest thought of all came to me, and perhaps the most chilling. I 
    realized that I was so turned on by what I was seeing that if circumstances 
    had been different, more innocent or more playful, I might have been the one 
    to initiate a little game of incest instead of my brother doing it. But in 
    reality it was him doing it, and he was doing it under the worst of 
    conditions, causing me pain and using brutality and pain and force to get 
    out of me what he might have gotten with a smile, a twinkle of his blue 
    eyes, and a throb of that beautiful cock. 

    "Don't call me names, baby, it will only be worse for you afterwards, you 
    know that, don't you. It will only mean that you'll be punished even more 
    severely, you get me?" 

    I didn't especially buy that tough guy act he was coming across with. If you 
    saw his face, how babyish it still was, then you'd realize how incongruous 
    his attempt to sound hardboiled could seem. But then again, that was about 
    all that was laughable. Even if his voice, with its adolescent crack in it 
    sometimes, didn't seem like the stuff of some tough monkey, his actions were 
    certainly stern and hardboiled enough. Yes indeed. I'm sure that he had hung 
    around with a few rowdies in whatever city he had been living in before he 
    came to visit his family again. He was a different person than the one who 
    had left us, that much was for certain. 

    "I'll call you worse than that, you pervert, you sick, twisted pervert!" I 
    screamed at him, my eyes full of fire as I watched that big cock of his 
    throb away like crazy. It was an enormous stick and I was sure that it would 
    give almost any woman a great deal of pleasure if she could clutch it 
    between her thighs. But how could any woman have pleasure if she was having 
    that big prick forced upon her under the most horrendous of conditions. No, 
    that could never be pleasurable, I was quite sure of that. And yet, how then 
    could I explain the excited warmth I was feeling in my own exposed pussy? I 
    was certainly feeling a degree of pleasure even as I trembled in horror. 

    "Ha, ha, ha, you think you can hurt me with those words, sis?" he said to 
    me. "No, you can't touch me calling me things like that. But that doesn't 
    hurt me a bit, when you talk to me like that. Oh, I don't mean to say you 
    can't hurt me, because you hurt me real bad. But that's a while ago, yeah, 
    and that hurt has healed up pretty good by now. That was how you hurt me 
    when I was living at home and you were always playing the real cock-teaser. 
    Yes, that's right, that's where you were at, baby, you sure were." 

    "I don't know what you're talking about. God, you must really be out of your 
    mind to accuse me of these things that I can't imagine ever happening. How 
    can you think such things of your own sister?" 

    I was looking back at him tensely, shivering and shuddering as he stood 
    there behind me, his cock throbbing in his hand. It was quite an erotic 
    sight, to be perfectly honest. I couldn't remember ever seeing anything 
    quite as erotic, as a matter-of-fact. That cock of his seemed to grow a 
    little bigger every time that I looked at it. I was ready to go insane from 
    watching that thing grow. I closed my eyes to it now and tried to ignore it. 
    I wanted to ignore it. But its effect was too strong for me in the agitated 
    state that I was in right then. God, how I wished I was somewhere else, 
    anywhere else. 

    He slapped my big round ass with the head of his cock. He used it just like 
    it was a big, thick club that he was going to beat me with. It was crazy. It 
    hurt. That gives you an idea of how big and heavy his cock actually was. It 
    did feel like a club and it certainly looked like one. He slapped it against 
    the palm of his hand again and again and nodded his head and smirked at me. 
    He had it all planned out for me. He was going to give me what I had coming, 
    that was for sure. He was going to get back at me for all of the wrongs that 
    he thought I had perpetrated on him during the last few years. 

    Did he have a point? I don't know. He might have. But would that justify 
    what he was doing? If I was a tease then it was basically a harmless sort of 
    infliction on my victims. But what he was doing was for real. It was 
    harmful, violent, vicious and unforgivable, especially when done to one's 
    sister, as he was doing. 

    "Stop it, stop it, don't hit me with that, you fiend! God, what kind of 
    person are you? You'd think that you were brought up in a home for pigs 
    instead of in a home for respectable people like me!" 

    "Respectable? You? Don't make me laugh. That's the stupidest thing I've ever 
    heard, you fucking moron. No, I've never heard anything quite as stupid as 
    that. You don't qualify as respectable. Don't you know that? You are a 
    tease, a filthy pricktease, that's all you are, and don't forget it." 

    He snarled at me like some sort of killer ape gone mad. 

    "Come on, I want to hear you say it. Come on, you say it now. Let me hear it 
    from your own mouth. I want to hear you, do you understand what I'm saying 
    to you? I fucking want to hear you!" 

    He pounded me with his cock again and again. It hurt me so I could imagine 
    it must have smarted him a little to be using that sensitive organ in such a 
    violent and brutal manner. It just swelled even thicker and the head got to 
    be such a bright red hue that I thought it would explode. 

    "You bitch, I want to hear you say it, do you understand me? I want to hear 
    you say it loud and clear, so let's go, let's go. No more fucking around. I 
    want to hear you say it to me right here and now. Admit that you are a 
    fucking prick-teaser! Admit it, or I'll beat the fucking shit out of you!" 

    And the way he said it convinced me that he meant it. He was already scaring 
    the shit out of me. I felt my stomach turning to ice water and my sphincter 
    was flexing wildly, as if ready to collapse entirely and unleash a stream of 
    brown water from my quivering ass-hole. 

    "Don't try my patience, bitch, do what I say, and fucking do it now or 
    else!" he cried at me. "Come on now, fucking come through with the word, 
    sweetheart, or you'll get the consequences! The consequences, do you hear 
    what I'm saying? Do you think that I'm playing some fucking game with you or 
    what, sweetheart?" 

    He beat me with his cock some more, again and again without a single pause. 
    His cock had to be in a kind of agony, but I was sure at the same time that 
    it didn't compare with mine. I was in a frenzy, trembling and quivering all 
    over, from head to toe. That was what was happening with me and I simply 
    couldn't stop it. Nothing could stop what was happening to me. I was in a 
    state bordering on hysteria. I don't think anything could have calmed me 
    down outside of a full anesthetic. But he was not going to do anything to 
    calm me. He was-only going to do what he could to drive me absolutely crazy 
    with animal lust. 

    "So come on now, bitch!" he cried at me, slapping his big cock into my cunt. 
    "Say what you are! Tell me what you know yourself to be! I want to hear it 
    from your own fucking, sweet lips, do you understand me? This isn't a joke 
    any more. Come on now, let's hear it! You know what I want to hear so say it 
    ... say it, damn you, say what I want to hear or I'll give you such a 
    fucking thrashing that you won't be able to see straight for weeks, if you 
    live!" 

    "Oh God, you bastard, you dirty bastard, treating your own sister like this 
    ... you ought to fry in Hell for treating me like this, that's what you 
    ought to do!" 

    But my own furious temper was no match for his and he abused me some more 
    and screamed at me and commanded me to say to him what he wanted to hear. I 
    had no choice but to cooperate and say the phrase that he demanded. 

    "Yes, yes, all right, all right ... prick-teaser. Is that it? Now are you 
    satisfied that I've said it, dammit all!" 

    "No, no, I'm not satisfied!" he screamed at me. "I'm not at all satisfied, 
    you fucking bitch whore ... you ll say it so it means something, so that I 
    think you know what you're saying. Come on, out with it, you fucked-up 
    creepy cunt ... say those words that I want to hear and like I want to hear 
    them." 

    I shuddered. I closed my eyes and as I did I felt the force of his throbbing 
    cock hitting down on the flesh of my open cunt again. I swallowed hard. It 
    was difficult as my mouth was very dry now. 

    "Come on, don't make me wait any more or get any madder, you stupid fucking 
    twat! I'll kill you!" 

    I found my voice, or part of it. I moaned at him, "Yes, yes, I'm a dirty 
    little prick-teaser, a fucking tease, a whore teaser, that's what I am, yes, 
    yes, that's what I am, all right!" 

    "Ha, ha, ha, that's what I wanted to hear all right. Very good, baby, very 
    good. Now that you've admitted it, there'll be no problem about me treating 
    you just like one, right?" He laughed fiendishly. 

    He started smacking me with his cock some more. It was bobbing, half erect 
    now. He laughed at me and moved up closer between my spread thighs. I turned 
    my head to look at him again, but something made me turn back and look at 
    him, and look at his cock as he held it near the tip, pointing it down at my 
    open crotch. 

    "Here it comes, here it comes, oh you sweet, sweet sister of mine, all over 
    that beautiful big ass of yours ... yeah, get ready because it's coming out 
    right now, ha, ha, ha, ha!" 

    And then his cock started spraying a stream of urine over my ass and into 
    the hair and meat of my cunt. 

    I shivered as the warm fluid poured across my crotch, some of it going right 
    into my cunt and dribbling down into my bush. I squirmed and tried to move, 
    but it was no use the way I was tied up. 

    More of his hot piss poured over me. I felt deep disgust. I felt filthy and 
    degraded beyond anything I had ever known or feared. The thirty seconds that 
    he pissed on me seemed like hours. Then, when he shook the last drops from 
    his big cock, he moved up, sliding his hand in between my thighs, rubbing my 
    crotch, making sure the piss was worked deep inside my cunt. He was a 
    vicious maniac, that was obvious. I squirmed and moaned with disgust and 
    discomfort. 

    Then I felt his cock against me. It was hard now. It throbbed against my 
    buttocks. He laughed loudly and slapped his hand onto my left ass cheek. I 
    felt him moving in, his prick forcing its way into my cunt. My pussy was 
    lubricated slightly with his urine and he managed to slide in deeply without 
    much trouble. Then he worked in and out, roughly, with a jerky, violent 
    rhythm, as if he was not sure of what he was doing. I almost wondered if he 
    had any idea of just what he was doing. It was certainly a strange thing he 
    was trying to pull off, in any case. 

    "Bitch, bitch, fucking cunt," he kept mumbling as he worked his prick in and 
    out of me again and again. 

    For all of the disgust I felt, I could not help but have a sexual response 
    as the cock pounded at me. My pussy began to moisten around his thick shaft, 
    and I uncontrollably twisted myself up, my cunt clutching and reaching for 
    the cock as it drew back and then closing, squeezing against its throbbing 
    length as it filled me again. 

    "Nnnnnnn, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh! My cunt, my cunt," I moaned wildly. He 
    pounded at me. It felt hard and rough and yet wonderful. My body twisted 
    around and up and down as he gave it to me. 

    As he fucked me now he reached across me, digging his nails into my sides, 
    scraping long lines of red on the fat pouches of my titties. He fucked 
    harder, faster, taking my breath away. I closed my eyes and tried to forget 
    everything. That was the only way to get through this. I had to forget that 
    he was my brother and that he was raping me, taking me sexually in violence. 
    I had to put all of that out of my head and just pretend that it was all a 
    game, that he was a friend of nine and that I liked him screwing me like 
    that. Yes, that was what I had to pretend, if I could only get away with it. 
    But I was very torn up inside and I didn't know what I could get away with. 
    I didn't think I could convince myself of much, at any rate. 

    "Oh God," he moaned. "I'm gonna come, bitch, yes, yes, I'm gonna come ... oh 
    fucking Jesus, I'm gonna come now ... wait for it, baby, take my hot scum up 
    your pussy, yeah, yeah!' 

    He fucked in and out of me for another minute, faster and faster all the 
    time, back and forth, ramming and slamming away like he was going out of his 
    mind, faster and faster, back and forth, back and forth all the time. It 
    didn't seem like it was ever going to end. I felt myself rising, higher and 
    higher with every thrust of his throbbing prick. It rammed at me, back and 
    forth, on and on, again and again, never stopping, never pausing now. He was 
    going for the end now, for the big prize. I could hear him grunting and 
    moaning as he pushed himself to finish this though the pressure was 
    obviously building up higher and higher within him. He was not going to let 
    it get-the better of him, however. He was going to chase it right to the 
    last ounce of pleasure. He was a good fuck. I couldn't imagine where he had 
    learned to fuck like that but the fact was that he was good at it and I was 
    almost proud of him in a strange sort of way. He was fucking me, raping me, 
    and I was almost proud of his prowess. Talk about your kinky perversions. I 
    guess that takes the cake when you talk about that. But I didn't care by 
    then. I was ready for just about anything. 

    "Come on, come, come, if you're going to then go ahead. I won't stop you 
    dammit." 

    "Come! Fill my pussy with your come! You bastard!" 

    He fucked faster and faster, in and out of my quaking pussy. He jammed that 
    hot dick into me and I thought I would die from the wonderful pressure of 
    it. In and out, in and out, his dick speared me, and every time he did it I 
    fell to pieces, turning into a ball of fire, hot, blazing pleasure shooting 
    all through me. It was an incredible sensation that I was feeling at this 
    point. I wanted it to go on and on, and it did, but I could tell that he had 
    just about gone as far as he could and was about to fill my aching pussy 
    with his seed. He burrowed into me, deep inside, twirling around and around, 
    around and around, more and more all the time, and then he pulled back. The 
    pressure was so great by now that when he pulled out like that I thought he 
    was tearing my flesh inside-out. I groaned and shivered as he did it, and I 
    thought that I would really start to burst as he did it to me. In and out, 
    then he was fucking away, sticking that dick through me, jamming it through, 
    again and again, harder and harder, faster, faster, back and forth, again 
    and again without stopping. Now he had me. I could feel the pressure 
    building, building, and then it was going to burst. I let out a scream of 
    passion and closed my eyes and clung to him tightly, gripping him around his 
    taut ass. 

    "Oh God, oh God!" I screamed. "I'm coming, I'm coming! Yes, yes, yes, fuck 
    me, fuck that cock into me, ohhhhhhhh, that's the way, that's the way ... 
    ayyyyyyyy! Shoot your scum through me, my brother ... go ahead, do it to me, 
    if that's what you want to do ... you bastard ... shoot your fucking come 
    deep inside my hot pussy!" 

    I lifted my cunt up and tried to grab a hold of his ass. But he had me in 
    such a position that any movement on my part was quite awkward, and finally 
    I just gave in to the attack of his cock and let the pleasure burst all 
    through me. 

    In and out, again and again, he stabbed me with his throbbing dick. And then 
    I could feel that he was going to come. I don't know how I could have been 
    so sure this time, when I had made the same mistake several times before, 
    but this time. I could feel the juices boiling and starting to rise, not 
    letting up this time, but rising, rising faster, higher all the time. And 
    then I knew that I would feel them in the next instant, a load of hot juice 
    shooting through me. 

    "I'm coming, I'm coming," he screamed. "Yes, sister dear, take this load of 
    my come, you fucking bitch!" 

    And then he slammed his cock deep inside me and churned it around and 
    around. Back and forth, back and forth, and then once more deep inside. Now 
    it was coming. It was shooting up all through him. The cock burned me. I 
    could feel it. And then it was bursting out of him and shooting into my hot, 
    quivering cunt. 

    "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh God, fuck me fuck me, fuck me!" I found myself screaming at 
    him. "Oh, you fucking bastard, yes, yes, yes, shoot that cock through me, 
    shoot it, yes, yes, yes! Do it! Ayyyyyyyyy! Oh God, yes, yes, do it to me, 
    do it to me, more, more, more! Ohhhhhhh! God, that's good, that's good, so 
    hot, so fucking good! Ayyyyyyyyy!" 

    The sperm bubbled through me. I swore I could feel it in my stomach. It 
    burned and burst all through me. There was more and more of it, burning, 
    rising, bubbling, more and more, an incredible sensation. 

    "Well, sister dear," he said after he had finished coming and his sperm was 
    drooling all through my insides. It was a liquid, fiery mess by now, and the 
    hot come was drooling down my leg. It felt burning hot, bubbling over, 
    rolling down. I thought I would feel it on my toes in a little while. 

    He heaved a few sighs before he could speak to me in any kind of clear 
    voice. 

    "Well, sis, what did you think of that, huh? Is that what you were 
    expecting, by any chance, or was it a little more than you were expecting? 
    How about it, doll?" He laughed breathlessly. 

    He dragged his cock out of me and it fell against my ass. It was still 
    slightly hard. It had only shrunk slightly after he finished coming. He was 
    still breathing deeply all the while. 

    "Did you like that fucking, you bitch? Wasn't it good? Did you like the feel 
    of my thick cock fucking through your hot pussy? Hm? Wasn't that good? I bet 
    you didn't think that your fucking brother had it in him to fuck you like 
    that." 

    He took a few more deep breaths and then exhaled sharply in frustration at 
    my lack of interest in his ran tings. 

    "Shit, you better listen to me, yeah, you better listen good this time, 
    that's all I can tell you, baby. You didn't listen to me before and this was 
    what it got you. I'll give you more of this sort of treatment and you better 
    believe that I will, sweetheart, yes I will." 

    "Oh, you bastard ... you bastard, to do something like that to me. Oh God, I 
    hate you for doing that to me. I hate you. I would like to kill you for 
    doing that to me!" 

    I was really mad. The fury I was feeling was starting to overwhelm me. Now 
    that my excitement was dying down a little. I really thought I could kill 
    him for doing something like that to me. Oh yes, I wanted to see my brother, 
    my own flesh and blood, dead, dead as a doornail. That was what he deserved. 
    What had I done to him, after all? Nothing. Not a thing, or at least that 
    was the way I saw it. And I told him as much, in a frenzied tone of voice. 

    "Listen, you bitch, none of this would have happened to you if you hadn't 
    acted like such a fucking tease all the time when I was living here with 
    you. Don't you realize what you were doing? Huh? You know you did it on 
    purpose. Shit, the way you would wiggle that big ass of yours all around the 
    house, and let me see you naked. Well, I'm back and this time I'm seeing you 
    naked and I'm enjoying it, you get me." 

    His fingers were rubbing at my ass. Now they dug into the flesh. I winced. 
    The flesh there was soft, of course, but his nails bit down hard enough to 
    make me really feel the pain from it. I groaned and shuddered as he pinched 
    me like that. It was like being stabbed with a knife. He leaned over me and 
    kissed me behind the ear. Then he stuck his tongue into my ear. It felt 
    good, actually, and my body impulsively shuddered and tingled from the 
    sensation. But I also thought it was a disgusting piece of business and it 
    obviously was not meant as something done tenderly. 

    He broke away from me then and stood up. He looked at me thoughtfully for a 
    few moments, then unbuckled his belt. I didn't know what he was going to do. 
    I was in too much of a tizzy to figure out what he was going to do next. I 
    should have figured, though, that it would be something pretty awful. What 
    else could this bastard brother of mine be planning? 

    He had been wearing a thick leather belt and he swung it back and forth a 
    few times now that he was letting it dangle in his hand. And now I realized 
    what he was going to do to me. He looked at me and smiled and nodded his 
    head up and down. 

    "I'm going to give you a little of this now. This will do a lot to repay you 
    for all of the stuff that you did to me when we were living under the same 
    roof not so long ago, baby doll." 

    And with that he swung the thick leather belt down, using it like a whip. 
    The folded end snapped across my wide, fleshy buttocks with a loud crack and 
    I gasped. A blinding pain shot through me for a moment and then subsided. He 
    did it again almost immediately and then three times more. I didn't care how 
    many times he did it, I wasn't going to get used to it, that was for sure. 
    Each crack of his belt against my flesh seemed twice or three times as 
    painful as the last time he did it. I could hardly stand such a treatment, 
    but he was not about to stop it. 

    "God, oh God, stop it, stop it, that hurts, that hurts so bad, stop it, 
    please! Ahhhhhh! You're hurting me, you're hurting me, do you understand 
    that? Can't you have just a little human decency inside you! You are my 
    brother, after all, no matter what you think I did to you!" 

    But I was screaming at deaf ears, apparently, for all the good it did me. He 
    slammed the belt down harder. He swung his arm so hard it took his breath 
    away. He started to groan in a fit of fury and hate, letting all his 
    frustrations out, giving him added strength to rip and tear at my flesh as 
    the sharp edges of that brass buckle at the end of the belt came slicing 
    across the ripe, round cheeks of my bottom. 

    "Ahhhhhhhhhh, please, please, no, no, it hurts, it hurts, God, it hurts so 
    bad, please stop, please stop, ohhhhhh, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to 
    stop it, please, please stop it! Ohhhhhhhh!" 

    After a couple of more swings of his belt he did stop. He put his arm at his 
    side, letting the belt dangle there. 

    "Well, all right, baby, if you really want me to stop now, I will. Gosh, 
    that big, fat ass of yours is really a mess. I can't believe how bad it 
    looks, all red and swollen. Nobody will want to feel or kiss that ass of 
    yours for a while, until it gets all healed up. That's too bad. I guess I 
    lost control of myself. Heh heh heh, that's too bad." 

    He threw the belt down and stepped away. I lay there whimpering, my eyes 
    closed, trying to drown out the feelings of pain that shot through me, 
    throbbing, swelling pain all over me and especially in my ass. 

    I forced myself to look at him. I thought it was better to keep an eye on 
    him so that I wouldn't be surprised by anything he might pull on me all of a 
    sudden. Now I knew that he was capable of just about anything. 

    He went to his windbreaker which he had taken off when we got inside the 
    house. He took out a pack of cigarettes. That was something else new about 
    him. He hadn't smoked when he had been living with the family. He had picked 
    it up along with some of these much tougher habits I was now getting to see 
    first-hand. 

    He lit a cigarette then. He smoked it for a few moments, watching me all the 
    time. I wondered what was going on in his sick mind at that moment, but I 
    guess I would have felt a lot better not knowing and not wanting to know. I 
    would have felt best of all if I was completely away from any thought of him 
    at all, as a matter-of-fact. 

    "I've got a little surprise for you now, sister," he said to me. "Yes, this 
    is something you ought to like a lot. Well, maybe not. You might not like it 
    at all, now that I think about it. But I hope that you do. Sure, I hope that 
    this will be the very thing for you, sweetheart. Just hold on, I think this 
    one will really make you think about the way you treated me." 

    And then he moved up towards me and smiled at me. He took another puff of 
    his cigarette and looked at me hard. He had a sick smile on his face. I 
    realized what he was going to do and, I started to twist and pull on my 
    bindings. I wanted to get away from him so bad that I nearly knocked myself 
    out straining against the bindings, wanting to get away from there. 

    "Ha, ha, ha, you can't get away, sister. No, you won't be able to get away 
    from me, you stupid bitch. I'm going to do just what I want to do to you and 
    now there's nothing you can say or do about that at all." 

    He held the cigarette he was smoking out. I looked at the lit end of it. I 
    couldn't believe he would really do that to me but he certainly didn't look 
    as though he was joking about it. Not at all. 

    He held the cigarette out and pressed it against one of my big, hanging 
    tits. My breasts were already heaving because I was breathing so heavily. 
    Now it practically leaped into the air as I sucked in a deep breath in 
    anxious fear of what he was about to do to me. But he did it. He pressed 
    that thing right against my tender tit flesh. 

    "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed. I screamed so loud that it hurt my own ear drums 
    to hear it. "Oh God, God, you brute, you fucking brute, doing something like 
    that to me ... you're horrible, horrible, do you hear me? You fucking 
    bastard! You are a horrible person! Ohhhhhhhh! Jesus Christ, you are, you 
    are!" I screamed and whimpered for a minute. 

    By then he had moved around to my ass and was going to use the lit end of 
    that cigarette against me there. I could not stand to feel it. I closed my 
    eyes and shuddered even before he touched my flesh. And then he did touch it 
    and I shuddered more intensely, convulsing from head to toe as the fire 
    burned into me. 

    "No, no, no, ohhhhhhhhhh! God, oh Jesus Christ, stop it, stop it, what are 
    you doing to me, what are you doing to me, you bastard ... ohhhhhhhhh, 
    you're inhuman, inhuman, you are, you are, damn your eyes!" 

    My cries of pain only made him laugh and jab the burning end of the 
    cigarette between the cheeks of my ass. 

    "Ahhhhhhhhhh! Stop it, stop it, you bastard, you fucking bastard, ohhhhhhh! 
    How I want to kill you, to kill you, do you hear what I'm saying to you, you 
    fuck! You stupid, ignorant fuck! That's what you are, that's what you are, 
    do you hear me? Ahhhhhhhh! Leave me alone, alone, don't do that to me any 
    more, please, please, I'm begging you not to do it, I'm pleading with you, 
    do you hear me! 

    Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

    I was going to pass out from it. The pain was just too much for me to bear 
    and I didn't want to bear any more of it. I wanted to pass out. I tried to 
    think of some way to make that happen. I held my breath and hoped that I 
    could do it that way, but the pressure from the pain kept getting too strong 
    and I had to let out the air after a few moments of it. 

    He was sticking that cigarette into me, sliding it between my ass cheeks and 
    pressing right for my ass-hole. I couldn't believe this was happening. No, 
    it wasn't possible that one person could be so cruel and that that person 
    would turn out to be my own brother. It was just too much for me to believe. 

    I gagged and shook and wanted to vomit from the pain he was causing me as he 
    rubbed the cigarette around against my open ass-hole. He was actually 
    sticking it right inside me as he did that. It was too much. I wanted to do 
    more than pass out. I actively wanted to die. 

    His fingers gripped inside between the cheeks and pulled them apart, 
    exposing more of the hairy cunt within. Then he reached in with his 
    cigarette and started poking it about. Curly pubic hairs fried and sizzled 
    as he did that. I tried my best to make myself numb against the pain and the 
    pressure that I was feeling as he played this sadistic game with me. 

    He walked away from me then. He gritted his teeth and groaned. He looked 
    almost as if he was ashamed of what he had just done to me. I don't know if 
    he was or not. But he moved away from me then. I squirmed, trying to see 
    what he was doing, wanting to be ready for his next sadistic trick. But it 
    never came. That was the end of it. My brother then slipped away without 
    another word, leaving me tied up there. Not a word was said to me. He didn't 
    apologize, but it seemed as if all the fight had, finally gone out of him. 
    But it had just gotten into me. I was filled with fight and hate and every 
    other sort of hostile emotion. And if I ever catch up with him hell see just 
    what I can give him. 

    You tell me if I'm wrong living for revenge, Doctor, just tell me that! 

    CONCLUSION 

    I counseled the girl that to live only for revenge was a waste of time and 
    energy. She should try and forget what her brother had done to her and live 
    for the present. It was a horrible thing for her to have to go through a 
    rape, and especially so if the rapist is a member of her own family. Usually 
    this member of the family who takes a girl by force is the father, but it is 
    not that unusual for a disturbed brother to do the same. And this was 
    certainly one of those instances. I hope that I will be able to let the 
    lovely girl live a happier life in the near future. Maybe in time she will 
    start to forget. 

     CASE HISTORY TWO 

    SUBJECT: Tammy D. AGE: Seventeen 

     INTERVIEW ONE 

    Tammy was a very disturbed young lady, and after I heard her story in full 
    detail I could understand why she was in such a state. She had been through 
    a lot for someone of such a tender age. No girl so pretty and charming and 
    sweet should be put through an ordeal as horrible as the one she endured. 
    She is one of those victims of parental incest. This is perhaps the worst 
    sexual crime of all, in these circumstances, since so often the parent can 
    hide behind a cloak of decency and the legal right to punish his child. It 
    is only very recently that the. authorities have been instructed to pay any 
    heed to the word of children when they speak out against their own parents, 
    even if they are speaking out against something as brutal and illegal as an 
    incestuous rape. It was felt that the child was liable to stretch the truth 
    often enough and that this was much too serious a crime for any body of the 
    law to take too seriously. And it is with an attitude like that one that we 
    see so much of the activity described in this interview happening without 
    any threat of punishment to the horrendously guilty party, namely the parent 
    who decides he loves his daughter so much or lusts after her so much, one 
    way or the other, that he must forcibly fuck her. Poor Tammy. She was 
    obviously a very sweet and loving and normal child before all of this 
    happened to her. I will let her get on with the sad saga in her own words, 
    just as she told it to me not long ago. 

    Well, Doctor, I don't know how to tell all of this. It's a pretty disgusting 
    story, when I think about it. It really makes me feel sick to think that 
    this happened to me. I don't know what to do, what to say. I wish that it 
    had never happened, that much is obvious. But it did happen. Yes, it 
    happened and that's all there is to it. And I can never forget that it 
    happened or live it down. I will have to live with these memories for the 
    rest of my life. 

    Okay. So be it. I'm not the sort that can whine about something for month 
    after month. I don't want to remember these things, Doctor, and I don't want 
    to know that all of this happened. I would like very much to forget that any 
    of it happened. So that's why I'm here. I want you to help me forget all 
    about it. I don't know what you can do, exactly, but there must be 
    something, don't you think? Can't you hypnotize me, maybe? That might do it. 
    I would love for this whole part of my life just to become nothing but a 
    blank. Yes, just a blank spot in my past that I could have no memory of at 
    all. 

    All right, I'll tell you what happened. I'll tell you all about the way my 
    father treated me and pretended that he actually loved me and cared about 
    me. I will show you just how much that bastard cared about me. Just enough 
    to want to fuck my pussy. Yes, that was what he really wanted, you know. 
    That was all he wanted. He wanted a cunt to fuck, someone he could lord it 
    over. Yes, that was all that my fucking father wanted out of me. He suddenly 
    saw that I had grown into a nice, well-rounded woman right before his very 
    eyes, and he wanted a piece of the action, the fucking bastard. A piece of 
    the action. Yeah, that was what he wanted, all right. So I was going to give 
    it to him. Yes I was. I didn't have anything to say on the matter. He just 
    took it by force. 

    My mother was out of town at this time, the first time my father decided to 
    give it to me. He and my mother weren't getting along at all well for a long 
    time, and she must have really looked forward to taking that trip to Chicago 
    for a convention. I got along good with my mother, of course, but she really 
    needed that rest for the four days she would be away, and I had to go to 
    school, so she didn't offer to take me along. She might not have liked my 
    father any more, but I doubt very much that she would have suspected 
    anything like what happened was going to take place. Then she would never 
    have left me alone. She would never have left me anywhere near my father if 
    she had known what he was going to do to me while she was away. 

    But she didn't know and I certainly didn't suspect that he would do 
    something as crazy and ugly as this. I was growing more and more alienated 
    by his behavior and I knew that he treated my mother badly and that she 
    hated him now. At first this bothered me quite a lot. I was like a naive 
    teenager at that point, not wanting to know that my parents could possibly 
    be having a bad time of it. That would be awful. Kids wanted to think that 
    their parents were as happy as could be. Divorce was ugly to a kid like me. 
    It meant having only one parent. It meant your Mommy and Daddy hating each 
    other and most-likely one of them hating me. I was against that, so I tried 
    to have a blind eye towards all of their problems, even when they were 
    screaming at each other. But I couldn't stay blind for good. It had to show 
    after a while. It had to show that they were not getting along at all and 
    that if I cared for my mother as much as I knew that I did, then I should be 
    glad that she would want to get away from him. And, of course, wanting her 
    to take me with her wherever she went when she got away from him. There was 
    something about him that I just didn't like, though I was always on my best 
    behavior when I was around him and tried to be a very polite and obedient 
    child. I tried my best. He was my father, after all, even if he was becoming 
    a rotten human being. 

    Now that I think back on it, it is entirely possible that one reason he was 
    so hot to get me was because my mother had not been letting him have sex 
    with her for a long time. He was middle-aged now, and he was so out of touch 
    with going out and meeting people that he probably just didn't get laid for 
    the longest period. So that when he finally turned to me, it was because of 
    a variety of factors, and because of the great sexual frustration he was 
    probably feeling. Somewhere in his mind I guess his subconscious told him 
    that if he couldn't fuck his wife then he would have to fuck his daughter. 
    In any case that was what he did. He fucked me. 

    It was, as I said, during this long weekend when my mother was out of town. 
    My father went out a lot of nights and he came back drunk. He was mean and 
    noisy, the worst of the fights between him and my mother usually occurred 
    then. They would scream at each other and he would sometimes hit her and 
    make her cry. I would be sitting up in ray bed in the dark, listening and 
    worrying, and hoping that he wouldn't hurt my mother for real. But I was too 
    shy and too scared to go out there and actually confront them on what they 
    were doing. I felt that my father would really blow up if I stuck my nose in 
    one of his arguments with his wife. He felt that kids had no rights, 
    practically speaking. They were to be seen and not heard. That was what he 
    said, and I knew that he meant it. So as much as it tore me up inside to 
    hear them arguing and to hear that abuse that my mother was getting, I could 
    never do anything about it. No, I was stuck listening to it and crying 
    myself to sleep after they had finished and went to bed themselves. 

    I figured that usually it was just because my father got dizzy from 
    drunkenness and passed out that the argument ended at all. I'm sure he would 
    have loved to let it go on and on forever if there was no one there to stop 
    it. 

    This night in question, the first night he attacked me, he came home drunk 
    and found me in his bedroom. I had gone in there to find something. I was 
    looking for an old picture of my mother and father when they were much 
    younger. I had seen it a while ago and I was intrigued by her resemblance in 
    those days to a movie star I had just seen in a late movie on television. I 
    decided that I couldn't resist going and having a peek at the photograph 
    again and seeing if it was just my imagination that saw the very striking 
    resemblance or if it was really there. I checked one photo album that they 
    kept in the closet but I couldn't see it in there. I must have really lost 
    track of the time as I sat there in my parents' bedroom, on the floor, 
    wearing only a bathrobe. I was looking at all of those old pictures, some of 
    them of me when I was a baby. It was a real kick to see them. I hadn't 
    looked through those photographs in such a long time. 

    Anyway, I put the album away when I realized that the picture I wanted was 
    not in there. I knew that there were a lot of loose photos in one of the 
    drawers of my father's dresser, but I couldn't remember which one. I looked 
    through underwear and socks and shirts, and then I got down to a messy 
    drawer at the bottom. There were a lot of scattered papers and folders and 
    all sorts of miscellaneous junk like that lying down there. I did see a pile 
    of photographs near the bottom of the junk and I pulled them out and looked 
    all through them. I did find the one I was looking for after a short search. 
    I looked at it for a minute and realized that there wasn't as much 
    resemblance as I had originally thought there was. I shrugged and started 
    putting the photos back in the spot where I found them, though I was sure 
    that they were not put in any special place in that heap of junk. I was 
    lifting things up to slide the photos into place when I saw something that 
    caught my eye. It was another photograph, but one very different from the 
    family snapshots I had been glancing through. This one was dirty. Yes, it 
    was dirty. You couldn't just call it sexy. It was a picture of a man 
    sticking his tongue into a woman's ass-hole. She was lying on her back with 
    her legs way up in the air and her thighs spread apart, exposing her hairy, 
    gaping pussy and her fat, deep ass-hole. And the man had his face in profile 
    to the camera, with his tongue sticking out far and the tip of it piercing 
    that round anus. 

    I looked at it for a long moment and then it suddenly dawned on me that the 
    man was my father. I quickly looked at the woman's face and saw that it was 
    not my mother. I closed my eyes and shuddered slightly. I guess that sort of 
    thing can make you squeamish. It's one thing being mature enough to realize 
    that your mother and father have fucked just like everybody else, and it's 
    quite another to look at a photo of your father sticking his tongue into 
    some chick's keester hole. There were other photos where I found that one 
    and they were also of my father. Assorted women shared the limelight with 
    him. Some of them were pretty and some of them were dogs. It looked like all 
    of this had been happening a while ago, perhaps twenty years or so. My 
    breath was taken away by the outrageousness of it all. 

    I was squatting there, with the photos all laid out in front of me, some of 
    them on my lap, when the doorway to my parents' bedroom was filled by a 
    glowering, panting presence. I looked up in a panic. I must have been so 
    wrapped up in what I was looking at that I didn't hear anybody come into the 
    house and climb up the steps to the second floor. But someone had come in, 
    all right, and that someone was the last person in the world that I wanted 
    to see right then. The last person on earth that I wanted catching me 
    looking at those obscene photographs. 

    The man standing there in the doorway breathing heavily was none other than 
    my father. He was drunk, of course, but less so than on other occasions. 
    Something must have caused him to return home earlier and less drunk than he 
    usually did. I couldn't figure it out, and I almost thought that it was just 
    my fate, some really bad karma that let this happen to me. But that may be 
    just wishful thinking. It's probable that if what happened didn't happen at 
    this time it would happen some other time for some other reason. It now 
    seems like it was inevitable that this dirty deed would occur. My father 
    just had it in him to do something like that and he was damned well going to 
    do it, whether I liked it or not, or whether the whole world condemned it as 
    a filthy act or not. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it and 
    that was that. 

    He stood there for a while. I could see that it was already too late to hide 
    what I was holding in my lap. His gaze told me that he was well aware of 
    what I was looking at. It had taken me by surprise, to say the least, to see 
    him standing there, and several seconds had passed when I first saw him 
    until I realized that I should have covered up what I was looking at and by 
    then it was definitely too late. He was looking at the stuff and looking at 
    me, and his eyes were full of fire. It was a fiery gaze that was part 
    drunkenness and part rage at what I was doing, how I had discovered this 
    secret cache of photographs that he owned and had thus degraded him or 
    something like that. I don't know how it registered in his mind. I know that 
    the method he had of taking his revenge out on me for what I did. was 
    definitely sick, and it was just an excuse so that he could do whatever 
    dirty thing he wanted to do and had been burning all over to do to me ever 
    since I grew tits and pussy hair and my hips started to broaden and I became 
    something like the voluptuous woman that his wife once was. I was that 
    temptress now, the one he had married. My mother herself was now a bit on 
    the plump side and no longer a sexual creature as she obviously was from the 
    look of those photographs I saw of her. In those days she must have been 
    something to see, and I could imagine that she got whistles from the wolves 
    every time she wiggled down the street. 

    At last he spoke to me. It was in a voice that was very eerie, to say the 
    least. It was a voice that sounded right out of the grave, as a 
    matter-of-fact. It chilled me to the bone when I heard it. I could tell that 
    I was in for something rough this time as he spoke those words to me and his 
    eyes burned into me and he turned his lip up at me. I was terrified just by 
    that. 

    "You bitch ... snooping around in my things, finding out stuff that is none 
    of your business to know. You bitch. So that's the way it's going to be, is 
    it? We'll see about that, you fucking bitch. I'll show you what I can do to 
    you if it's dirt and filth that you're interested in. Yeah, that's right. Is 
    it sex education that you're looking for? Well all right, then that's what 
    I'll give you. But forget the photographs. I'll give you some lessons first 
    hand. All right, baby, what do you think of that? Huh? Is that what you 
    expected to get when you came snooping around in my drawers No, I'll bet you 
    weren't expecting to see your beloved father at all, were you?" 

    "No I wasn't expecting to see you, I don't know what to say ... I'm sorry 
    for being here. I din't mean to look at your photos at all, really! Please 
    believe me, Dad!" 

    He stared at her with lust in his eyes. 

    I realized then that something terrible was going to happen. He would exact 
    a terrible penalty from me for what I had done. It was all fake, and it was 
    just an excuse, but that didn't help my situation one little bit. 

    He stood there staring at me. I could tell that he was thinking about what 
    he was going to do to me. I was afraid. I was trembling all over. I could 
    see that there was a great deal of violence brewing inside of him. I wanted 
    to be away from him, to get out of there and never see him again. It was 
    almost as if I could see into the near future and see the terrible thing 
    that he was going to do to me. But I couldn't, not really. I could just 
    sense that something terrible was about to happen and I couldn't be sure of 
    what, I only knew that it was a certainty. Yes, he was going to do something 
    terrible to me and I couldn't escape it. Now it was too late to escape. I 
    sat there trembling, with the dirty photographs of my father all over my lap 
    and at my feet. I could see that my knees were knocking together with 
    nervousness from the way that the photographs were sliding off onto the 
    floor. It was an ugly scene, to be sure. And then he decided the time was at 
    hand to punish me. He took another step closer. 

    He took the step suddenly, so that it frightened me when he did it. I closed 
    my eyes at that point. It was a silly, childish gesture, but it was the only 
    thing that seemed appropriate right then. There was nothing else for me to 
    do, as a matter-of-fact. I was certainly too frightened to try and run away. 
    I felt frozen in the spot where I was sitting. The only thing I could feel 
    thankful for was that I had bothered to put my bathrobe on when I left my 
    bedroom to come in and look for the photograph. I had just taken a shower 
    after the movie was over and I was naked in my room when I got the urge to 
    see that photograph. I was going to walk in there stark naked but then I 
    decided, just for decorum sake that I should put on a robe. I wasn't 
    expecting my father to be home for quite a while, but it was always better 
    to be on the safe side. I didn't want to be stuck in a humiliating situation 
    of having my father return home unexpectantly and see me in the nude. And 
    now he had returned, and I still hadn't been expecting him. And then, as it 
    turned out, it didn't matter whether I had the robe on or not. He was going 
    to get rid of that soon enough, just as he got rid of all of my sense of 
    honor and decency. He destroyed a good part of me, in the next hour. I'll 
    tell you just what happened to me then, Doctor. Are you ready for this, do 
    you think? 

    I was indeed ready for the rest of her story. In fact, I was waiting with a 
    real sense of anxiety to hear the rest of the poor, unfortunate girl's 
    story. I was sure that it was going to be horrible and moving and I made an 
    appointment for her to return the next day so that I could hear it to the 
    end. 

     INTERVIEW TWO 

    Tammy returned on schedule the next day. By now she was as anxious to get 
    the story off her chest as I was to hear it. I knew that what she was about 
    to tell me would not be pleasant, but I was not getting paid a lot of money 
    just to hear Mother Goose stories. This was reality and it was my duty to 
    listen to it and analyze it and try and make this poor girl lead a 
    productive life from now on. I was going to do my best, too. I could see 
    that she needed my help badly, and I hoped that when I had heard the entire 
    story, I would be able to think of some solution that would alleviate 
    further suffering on her part. 

    Well, Doctor, my father finally made his move. He lunged at me, grabbing me 
    by the hair and pulling me up off the floor. He tossed me about from left to 
    right and back again, making me dizzy and scared. I moaned and I think I 
    would have fallen right over if he had let go of me at that point. I tried 
    to keep my balance by grabbing onto something, the side of the dresser or 
    whatever was handy, but he kept pulling me away from whatever I grabbed as 
    soon as I got a hold of it. He was really like a maniac. I shouldn't say he 
    was like a maniac. I think by that point he certainly qualifies for being a 
    maniac just being like one. You could certainly see the mania in his eyes as 
    he shook me around and seethed with a fury that was utterly frightening to 
    watch, and more frightening to be on the receiving end of it. 

    He picked me up then and threw me over to the bed. I fell across one corner 
    of it and then onto the floor in a sprawl. My robe fell apart, leaving my 
    crotch bared. My golden pussy hair was out, clearly visible to my father who 
    was immediately staring at it. He stumbled over to me. He laughed and nodded 
    his head. He looked truly fiendish at this point, less and less like the 
    father I had grown up with, and that guy was no particular great shakes, in 
    any case. 

    "You filthy bitch ... look at you there, lying there with your pussy hanging 
    out like that. God, it makes me sick to think that such a slut could 
    actually be my own daughter. No, I don't believe it. You're not mine. That 
    bitch wife of mine was probably cheating on me. She didn't like fucking with 
    me then much more than she does now. But that's all right, that's all right. 
    That makes it easier for me to have some fun with you now. If you're not my 
    kid, then it can't be against the law, right? Ha, ha, you don't have to 
    answer that. I can see that you're probably prejudiced, right? That's okay. 
    I don't need your answer, sweetheart. I'm doing what I want to do whatever 
    you say, so don't even bother. I'm gonna teach you a pretty good lesson. 
    This will be one lesson like you never learned at school, heh heh ... " He 
    had a laugh that could tum your stomach and it did turn mine. I was upset 
    and anxious and ready to faint from a kind of delirium that was creeping up 
    over me. I knew that my father was just saying the things he was saying to 
    be mean and also to excuse his conduct. But I had never heard any hint from 
    him along the lines of what he was saying to me now and I was sure that he 
    was just making those things up right that moment, letting his drunken mind 
    wander and come up with the foul solutions that he thought best fit the mood 
    he was creating. But I was not going to be fooled by any shit like that. I 
    knew that he was just horny now that he was drunk, and he had put himself 
    and myself into such a position that suddenly anything was possible, 
    anything was permissable. That was the way he saw it, anyway, and now he was 
    going to take that theory to the hilt. He was going to rape me, his own 
    daughter, no matter how he was trying to deny it at the moment, as his lust 
    was overtaking him. 

    He leaned down over me then and grabbed a handful of my golden pussy hair. 
    He pulled on it very violently. He leaned down over me. He mashed his face 
    into my cunt hairs then. I was really feeling ill at that point. I wanted to 
    get away from there as fast as I could. But there was no escape from this 
    evil, awful man who was my father. 

    He was all over me at that point. He was kissing and caressing me. He put 
    his hands on all my intimate parts, parts that no father had a right to 
    touch when his daughter was my age. But he was doing it, in violation of 
    everything that is holy between families. He was grabbing and biting at my 
    pussy hairs. 

    "No, no," I cried. "You mustn't, you mustn't, do you hear me? Oh God, do you 
    hear what I'm saying to you, Father? I'm begging you for mercy, that's what 
    I'm doing ... oh please, please, listen to me, hear me, I'm asking you for 
    mercy, just a little mercy, that's all ... can't you understand that I'm 
    saying that to you, for God's sake!! Ahhhhhhhhh! You bastard, you fucking 
    bastard, doing this to me, to me, your own daughter, you crazy lunatic 
    bastard!" 

    I tried to move away from him and get up on my feet. My legs only opened 
    more as I was squirming around. His hand moved into my cunt. He slipped two 
    fingers right inside me. I couldn't keep him out very well. I didn't know 
    why exactly, but my cunt was sopping wet. I figured that it was the 
    excitement that did it. I had forgotten about those photos I was looking at 
    and the erotic effect they had had on my poor pussy. I had been tingling and 
    moist then, just before he barged in on me. I wondered if he could realize 
    how wet I was, and if he took it as a sign of something, misinterpreting it 
    as excitement and desire for him now that I was in his arms and he had 
    carnal designs on me. 

    "Daddy, Daddy, you mustn't do this to me, you must not, do you hear me, do 
    you hear what I'm saying to you! You'll never get away with this ... I'll 
    have them put you in jail for what you're doing to me, I will, I will, I 
    swear to you that I will ... you'll never get away with doing this ... 
    you'll be hated and reviled all over this town!" 

    "What do I care about that shit! I only care about getting into that hot 
    pussy of yours right at this moment, baby doll, and at this particular 
    moment I think that's what you want from me, too. So what do you think about 
    that?" 

    "You're crazy," I screamed at him. "You're absolutely crazy if you think 
    that anything like that could possibly be true. You've got it all wrong, do 
    you hear me? All wrong ... I don't want you at all! I hate you ... hate your 
    fucking guts!" 

    "Shut your fucking mouth, you tramp! I don't, want to hear from you any 
    more. I am sick and tired of your squealing and your lies. I have had enough 
    of them. I'm giving the orders and you better be taking them or you are 
    going to get an even stronger 

    He picked me up suddenly and flung me onto the bed. And then he quickly 
    scrambled over after me. I was in a panic at this point. 

    "No, no, let go of me, stop it, stop it, let go! I can't stand you touching 
    me, I can't stand it, do you hear what I'm saying to you!" 

    "Don't tell me what to do, bitch ... you dirty cunt, don't tell me anything. 
    I'll teach you the lesson I should have taught you a fucking long time ago 
    ... yes, that's what I'm going to do, you dirty cunt!" 

    He took me by the shoulders and shook me like a rag doll. Then he dropped me 
    across his lap and let my head hang down towards the floor. He brushed aside 
    the bathrobe and lay my bottom bare. He pumped a leg, making the soft flesh 
    of my round ass jiggle like jelly. Then he raised a hand up into the air. I 
    looked back over my shoulders and saw him raising it. I knew what was coming 
    next and I shuddered with disgust and fear and loathing for my father. 

    "No, no, Daddy, don't do that, don't do that, you bastard, please, please 
    don't do it!" 

    But my screams weren't about to stop him from what he was going to do to me, 
    the bastard. 

    He slammed his hand down onto my fleshy, round rear end. The soft flesh 
    cracked loudly. The pain stung right through me. 

    "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Owwwwwww, that hurts, that hurts!" I cried out loudly. "Don't 
    do that to me if you value your life, bastard!" 

    "You fucking piece of shit!" he screamed at me. "No one on this earth talks 
    to me like that and gets away with it, do you understand that? No one! I'll 
    show you what happens to them if they do!" 

    He slammed his hand down over my ass again and again. I felt like the flesh 
    was raw back there after he had done it a half dozen more times. I felt 
    dizzy and almost feverish from what he was doing to me. 

    "Ha, ha, ha, you don't like that much, do you, cunt!" he laughed at me with 
    a violent bark in his voice. 

    "You bastard ... you bastard ... you fucking, dirty bastard!" he moaned at 
    me. 

    He stopped the brutal spanking for the moment and now started to feel me out 
    down there. His fingers probed down the crevasse between the round cheeks of 
    my ass. He pushed inside. He pinched some of the light hairs growing over my 
    ass-hole and pulled on them sharply. He opened my cheeks with two hands and 
    pressed his face inside there then. He kissed the flesh of my quivering, 
    open pussy and then moved his lips to my dirty, taut, pink ass-hole. He 
    kissed it. He pressed his tongue out and pushed it inside, licking at the 
    flexing orifice. 

    "You bitch, you fucking bitch ... you goddamned bitch ... shit, you taste 
    good ... yeah, that's a good tasting pussy and ass-hole you've got there. A 
    man could dine on that every night of the week and not mind it a bit." 

    He pawed and licked around at my bare ass. His slid his slimy tongue all 
    around my hole and at the edges of my cunt. I cried at him to stop and I 
    squirmed and twisted and tried to get away. But there was no getting away, 
    really. I couldn't get away from the bastard, no matter how hard I tried. He 
    was stronger than me, even though he was old enough to be my father. In 
    fact, he was my father, no matter how much he might try to deny it at this 
    point in time. 

    "I'm doing what I want to you, baby, and that's all there is to it, see? 
    Yeah, that's right, so just stop all of that squawking, if you know what's 
    good for you ... you fucking creep ... I ought to kill you for all of the 
    things you've done to me after I've been such a good father to you, treating 
    you just like you were my own. But you're not! I'm convinced of that now, do 
    you understand me? I'm convinced that someone must have gotten in there 
    ahead of me ad planted the seed that you grew into. Yes, that's right. I 
    mean it. I'm not joking around with you, sweetheart. This is the real thing 
    here. You think I'm kidding but I'm not ... I no longer take any 
    responsibility for you as a parent ... " 

    There was hardly any need for him to enunciate that point. The fact that he 
    was holding me across his lap and licking at my ass-hole pretty much showed 
    that he was not acting particularly responsible. 

    He brought his hand in between the spread cheeks of my ass. He poked at me 
    with his forefinger. My sphincter fought against this brutality, but he 
    pressed in with it. He was not going to be stopped by my squeamishness. He 
    was going to do every little dirty thing that he could think of and that was 
    all there was to it. 

    "No, no, please, please, have just a little mercy, a little human kindness!" 
    I screamed at him once again. 

    He was sticking his finger into my ass-hole. My own father was doing that to 
    me. He pressed the finger deeper, then pumped it back and forth, back and 
    forth, again and again. 

    "You are a bitch, do you hear me? That's what you are, and nothing more than 
    that. 

    You are a cunt, you are trash. Shit, to think that I treated you like you 
    were my own daughter, it just makes me sick ... " 

    He raved and laughed and growled as he dug his finger up into my anus. And 
    it hurt. I can't tell you how much it hurt for his totally unlubricated 
    finger to charge deep inside my quivering ass-hole. 

    And then he drew his finger out of the twisting hole and raised his hand up 
    again. He watched my beautiful, round ass jiggling as I shivered with fear, 
    watching him over my shoulder as he prepared to slap my ass again. He moved 
    his legs under me so that my bottom would jiggle to maximum effect. Then his 
    hand whistled down and smacked the plump flesh of my pink, jiggling ass. 
    Again he lifted his hand up and brought it down, harder this time, harder 
    and harder. The flesh resounded. Again he did it, and again. Harder and 
    harder he moved his hand down each time he spanked me. 

    "Oh God, ohhhhhhhhh!" I screamed out. "Stop it, stop it, you bastard, you 
    fucking bastard, doing that to me! You should die, yes, yes, you should die 
    and I would like to kill you! I'll do it too, one day I will ... " 

    "Ha, ha, ha, tough monkey ... at least you show a little spunk, that's good. 
    But it won't do you any good. Don't you worry. It won't do you a fucking bit 
    of good, you stupid cunt. I won't let you get the upper hand in this deal, 
    so just you remember that, all right? I'm going to do what I want with you 
    and there's nothing you can do about it!" He laughed like a madman. 

    The cheeks of my ass were now bright red. Blood was sizzling at the surface 
    of the flesh. I whimpered and groaned. I didn't know which was worse, the 
    pain from the spanking or the humiliation of having this done at the hands 
    of my own father. 

    He spanked me for another minute or so, methodically increasing the force of 
    each slap until his hand was aching from the contact. His grip moved higher 
    on my waist. He lowered my head closer to the floor, raising my crotch up 
    higher at the same time. Again he pressed his face between the aching cheeks 
    of my ass, burying his mouth and nose and eyes in that warm, hairy center. I 
    was hot as he moved in there. I couldn't help it. I had an instinctive 
    reaction to having his face against my pussy like that. He licked at me 
    hard. He kissed my pussy and ass-hole. He began using his teeth, biting at 
    me, nibbling on my curled golden hairs that covered my pussy. My pussy 
    quivered while the rest of me shivered with disgust. 

    "Oh stop it, stop it, won't you, this is horrible, this is truly disgusting, 
    you bastard! Stop it, stop it, stop it, please! Oh please, I'm begging you 
    to stop this fiendish behavior ... act like a man, not like a beast!" I 
    screamed at him. 

    His tongue kept licking at me. He reached in deep to spear my pussy with 
    that tongue. He licked up and down on my cunt, and to my surprise and 
    disgust the pleasure started growing, more and more all the time. There was 
    a rising, growing sense of arousal each time the tongue licked up through 
    me. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the sexual thought I was feeling. I 
    wanted to block them out of my mind completely. But it seemed like it was 
    too late for that. He was turning me on with his tongue and there was 
    nothing at all that I could do about it. I was stuck there, in his grip and 
    in his power and if he wanted to lick my pussy and my ass-hole then I would 
    have to lie there over him and let him do just that. It was nauseating, but 
    the nausea was being consumed by the passion, the sense of pleasure that 
    grew and grew, more and more all the time. 

    "Oh God, God, stop it, stop it, this is horrible, horrible, do you hear me? 
    You bastard! Oh God, I want this to stop, to stop, do you hear me? Oh no, 
    no, this can't be happening, this can't be happening to me!" I screamed out 
    loudly. 

    He continued licking me and I involuntarily began dripping my honey out into 
    his mouth. He twisted my plump ass cheeks up and down, revealing to his sick 
    gaze more of my warm, drooling cunt meat. 

    "That's what I want, that's what I want," he mumbled, licking and kissing 
    me, caressing the tender flesh with his hand. 

    He opened my ass-hole again and stuck his finger into it. He pressed it in 
    all the way and then drew it out again. I whimpered and shuddered. It hurt 
    and it felt good at the same time. I couldn't stand the alternating currents 
    that were ripping through my body. It was too much for me. I wanted it to be 
    either all pain and horror or all pleasure. But neither one was-likely at 
    that point. I was too far into the rising sense of ecstasy to go all the way 
    towards my feelings of disgust. But I had too much of a strong and lingering 
    sense of nausea over what was happening to just let go and be free and enjoy 
    the pleasure that he was starting to give me at this point. No, there was no 
    easy decision at this point. I just had to realize that I was not going to 
    get off easy, any way I played it. The whole idea was that I was to be in 
    turmoil. I could see that was giving him almost as much delights as sticking 
    his tongue into my flexing ass-hole and my drooling, quivering pussy hole. 

    The bastard, I kept thinking. The rotten bastard to do something like this 
    to me. It was so totally unforgivable that if there really is a Hell than I 
    was sure he had condemned himself to fry in it for all eternity. But he 
    didn't see it that way, obviously. No, he thought all of this was cute as 
    could be, a real good joke. The sick ass-hole. God, how I wanted to kill 
    him. I wanted to make him die, make him suffer the way I was suffering, only 
    worse, much worse. Yes, that was what I wanted this jerk to do, suffer and 
    then die, begging for my mercy that would never come. 

    That was the only thing I could think of that would be adequate punishment 
    for such a sick individual. He certainly didn't deserve to live and go on 
    bothering other innocent girls like myself. When I thought about the ugly 
    things that he was already doing to me and the things he was planning for 
    the near future, it turned my stomach. I wished that I was sufficiently in 
    control of myself to be able to puke right on him as he was playing with me 
    there. But something kept me from showing my emotions to that extent. I 
    couldn't descend to the level of disgusting behavior that he operated on. I 
    don't know why I couldn't, I just couldn't. 

    I did want to kill him, though. I didn't think there was anything perverted 
    about that at all. That made perfect sense to me. I thought that was the 
    only right and just thing that could be done when a person like my father 
    inhabits the earth. You have to put the rest of the population out of its 
    misery by killing him off. And I would gladly have done it. Patricide? I 
    don't care what they call it. It would have made perfect sense for me to 
    kill him, and if this was a just world then they would pin a medal on me for 
    doing it. But the consequences simply didn't matter. No, nothing mattered 
    except that I get back at him for what he was doing to me right then. 

    Now he had had enough of licking me and touching me. He was going to go on 
    to bigger and better things, he must have decided. I didn't make decisions. 
    I only squirmed and cried out and hoped that the next trick in his bag of 
    dirty tricks would not be something that I wouldn't be able to stand up 
    under. It was my only hope. 

    He tossed me down. I fell onto the floor with a loud thud, hurting my 
    already bruised bottom. While I was twisting myself out of the tangled 
    sprawl I was in, my father stood up over me and pulled down his zipper. This 
    was inevitable, of course, but it still struck me with horror when he got 
    around to doing it. My father was going to take his cock out and show it to 
    me. And then he was going to do more than show it to me. It was such a foul, 
    obscene thing to do that I could hardly keep down my dinner at the thought 
    of it. I was trembling and moaning and my face was twisted into an 
    expression of horror. I couldn't have looked very attractive, that much is 
    certain. I must have looked like some kind of ugly old hag, as I grimaced 
    and squinted and screamed and groaned and squawked over all of the obscene 
    things he was doing to me. 

    "You bastard, you bastard," I moaned at him again, though I knew by now that 
    such epithets did no good. He was only amused by my outrage and took it as 
    if it were some sort of joke on my part. And he went right on with his foul 
    business. But I couldn't stop screaming, and I did it again and again, 
    moaning at him as well. "Stop it, stop it, leave me alone, let me get out of 
    here ... don't take that out, don't you dare take your cock out, you 
    bastard, you sick bastard! Do you hear me? Do you hear what I'm saying to 
    you, do you? You fucking creep! Oh God, oh God, help me, save me!" 

    "Yes, ha, ha, ha, I hear you, you stupid bitch ... stop yelling at me, why 
    don't you? It's not going to do you a damn bit of good so you might as well 
    just shut your fucking trap, you understand me? Shit, why don't you listen 
    to your dear old dad? I'm older than you, I've been around, I know what I'm 
    talking about when I tell you to shut your fucking trap, you understand me? 
    Jesus, you are a hot cunt ... look at that pussy drooling there! Shit, 
    that's good ... I can't wait to get my pecker into that fucking honey-pot, 
    yes indeed. I'm going to enjoy fucking you, baby. All the way. I'm going to 
    love sticking my dick into that wet pussy of yours, yes I will, yes I will. 
    Shit, that is going to feel so hot and tight, I just know it. I know from 
    the way it felt when I stuck my fingers inside your cunt and when I stuck my 
    tongue in there ... yeah, and that ass-hole of yours will probably make good 
    fucking as well. I'll really dig fucking that, baby. Have you ever had your 
    fucking ass-hole fucked? Come on, you can level with me, you can be honest. 
    Let's have a real father-daughter discussion on the subject. Have you ever 
    had a big, thick, pulsing cock stuck deep inside your fucking ass-hole? Tell 
    me!" 

    I wanted to puke when he screamed something like that at me. It was the only 
    reaction I thought that was even halfway appropriate to something like this. 
    God, just try and imagine something like this happening to you. My own 
    father, the man who had created me with my mother, was now bouncing me 
    around and taking his cock out and threatening to stick that same cock deep 
    inside my ass-hole. He wasn't content with a simple rape or abuse like that. 
    He was going to take me to town. He was going to do to me every sick thing 
    he could possibly think of. That was the sort of man I finally realized I 
    had for a father. I'm sure my mother thought he was a sick creep as well, 
    but she wouldn't warn me about him. That would be typical of her. That would 
    be her sense of fair play at work. She wouldn't want to influence my opinion 
    of my father just because she hated and despised him. But now, with all of 
    this happening, it was pretty obvious to me that she would have been doing 
    me a lot more service as a mother to warri me about him, to tell me that he 
    was capable of something like this. But they kept it fairly well-hidden from 
    the-likes of me up till this point. And now I was the loser on that score. I 
    was the one who got the big surprise and found out that my own father was a 
    raving, lunatic pervert who thought absolutely nothing of taking his 
    daughter over his knee and sticking his fingers inside her ass-hole and her 
    cunt and making her squirm as he taunted her and abused her and laughed at 
    her. I sincerely wished that she had warned me in some way about what he was 
    capable of. She must have known that he was not well, or at least that he 
    had something like this inside him. I was sure that if he could do this to 
    me now then he must have done similar things to my mother, or at least let 
    her know that he was capable of them. And this made it all the more 
    frustrating, the fact that she did not warn me to be careful of him. I 
    suppose she was just afraid of what he might do if he found out that she was 
    trying to get him in bad with his own daughter. But that didn't end up 
    mattering, anyway, since he was now in as badly as he could ever possibly 
    get. He could never make up to me for what he was doing now. That Was for 
    certain. I was going to bear the burden of this outrage all my life. I was 
    sure of that. Every time I heard a reference made to someone's family or to 
    a father, or anything along those lines, I could well see myself immediately 
    remembering what my father did to me. I could remember that he had stripped 
    me and spanked my naked ass and opened my ass cheeks and played with my 
    gaping, hairy pussy and with my tight pink ass-hole. And he had done all of 
    this and more, beating me, abusing me both verbally and physically. And now, 
    he was ready for the big one, the ultimate along these lines. He was about 
    to whip his cock out and fuck me with it. And if his words meant anything, 
    then he was most-likely not going to be satisfied with just fucking me in 
    the cunt. He was going to go for me everywhere he found an opening. He was 
    going to fuck my ass, and he was going to fuck my mouth, and everywhere. 

    "Are you ready for this, dear daughter?" he asked me with a sarcastic laugh. 
    I could have killed him for that laugh alone, it was so filled with ugly 
    humor and sadism. He didn't deserve to live, I was sure of that. I couldn't 
    believe that I had gone along living with this creature for so long, not 
    fully realizing what a monster he really was. "Are you ready for your 
    father's big, throbbing dick? Hm? Aren't you going to just love having this 
    up your pussy?" 

    "Oh God, you're sick, you're sick, do you hear me? You are a sick person, 
    and you make me sick just knowing that you exist on the same planet with me! 
    Ugggg ... ohhhhhh, phooey, I hate you, I hate you, you are nothing to me! 
    You are puke!" 

    I couldn't keep from looking to see what he was doing, so that he would not 
    surprise me with some dirty trick that I was not expecting. I looked at him 
    and saw that big cock of his was now hanging out of his pants. It wasn't the 
    first time I saw it. I don't mean to imply that it was. I probably saw it 
    many times when I was a child. Parents don't worry about exposing themselves 
    in front of small children. My father didn't worry about that. But he hadn't 
    let me see his cock in a long while, certainly not since I was old enough to 
    be either aroused or shocked by the sight. And now he wasn't just showing it 
    to me, he was going to let it throb in front of me and then he was going to 
    jam it up my pussy. 

    "like it, baby? You like the look of that big, fat cock of mine? Isn't it 
    beautiful? Come on, admit it, isn't this fucking prick of mine an absolute 
    beauty? Yes or no? You tell me the truth now? Isn't it a fucking gorgeous 
    cock I've got?" 

    I shuddered and quivered as I heard those words come from his mouth. It 
    wasn't right. None of this was right. That was for certain. This was no real 
    father I was dealing with. This was some sort of throwback to the days when 
    savages roamed the earth. My so-called father was obeying nothing bu the 
    laws of the jungle. I hated him for what he was doing. I hated the fact that 
    he even existed, after contemplating something like this. He was hateful, 
    all right. And I hated him more than I ever hated anyone before in my entire 
    life. That was how much I hated that bastard and wanted to see him die. 

    But he didn't look very close to expiring now as he approached me, his big 
    dick throbbing ahead of him. It was a huge cock, and it looked even more 
    enormous, I'm sure, in my agitated, almost delirious condition. I couldn't 
    keep from looking at it as he moved closer and closer to me. He was holding 
    it in his hand like it was some sort of animal he was containing, keeping 
    from lunging out at me. It did look like some kind of wild beast. But it was 
    the owner of the cock that was the real beast out of some jungle. 

    My father's prick was huge, much bigger than the prick of any. other man I 
    had ever seen. I really don't mean to sound like I'm one of the most 
    experienced swingers around today, but I am not celibate, and I have had my 
    share of lovers, though they have always been boys around my own age, and I 
    suppose you could say that some of them have not been fully developed yet 
    when I got to them. 

    It was either that or they just weren't very well-endowed. 

    "You're gonna suck this cock of mine, daughter dear," he said to me, 
    grabbing his prick near the base and shaking it from side to side and back 
    and forth. "Yes, that's right. You are gonna suck this cock and suck it dry. 
    But you'll leave a little sperm there so I can shoot it into your cunt when 
    I'm fucking you. How does that sound, precious?" 

    I squinted and then shook my head. I sighed deeply and then groaned. I let 
    out a groan that came from my very soul. I had never seen anyone act quite 
    like this before in my life. This bastard was going to do it. He was going 
    to go all the way now, I could see that. There would be no escaping from 
    him. There was no way that I was going to get out of this. I was stuck. And 
    now I was going to have to go with it all the way, right to the bitter end, 
    and that was obviously going to include sucking his cock. 

    I realized that making a big stink about it wouldn't do me a lot of good. I 
    would just have to do it and not think about it. There was no other way 
    around the fact. This was the next to ultimate step and I was going to have 
    to take it. There was no escape at the last minute. At the last minute I was 
    damned well going to have to go through with his dirty, obscene scheme. 

    He shook the cock in my face. It looked even larger now than it had ever 
    looked. I gazed at it like it was some sort of monster that had come to 
    attack me. And that was not far from the case. I looked at it and moaned and 
    shuddered. But I also smacked my lips and licked at them. I opened my mouth 
    very tentatively and looked at the big dick throbbing there in front of me. 
    It did look mouth-watering, if I could divorce it from the man it was 
    attached to. He screamed at me again even as I was thinking that. 

    "Suck it, and don't waste any more of my precious time, you fucking bitch! 
    Come on, wrap those pretty red lips all around my big dick! Do it and don't 
    think about it! Suck me, baby! Suck that dick deep down your throat and 
    never let go!" 

    "No, no, I can't, I can't!" I cried out, still not taking my eyes off the 
    prick as my father squeezed it and shook it at me. It had an evil 
    fascination like some strange, throbbing talisman. And besides that, he 
    swung it like he was about to hit me over the head with it. 

    I was fighting, struggling with my own desires as well as with my father's 
    intentions. The fact of the matter was that I did actually want to swallow 
    that cock of his, suck it deep down my throat and then chew on it. 

    The cock head throbbed against my lips. My mouth opened tremblingly. Then it 
    opened wide. I swallowed up the thick head that was shaped like a mushroom. 
    I gagged slightly as I got it into my mouth and sucked it to the back. He 
    grabbed at my head now and pulled me forward onto the cock even while he was 
    thrusting his hips forward and shooting that cock down my throat. 

    I sucked the whole cock down my throat, finally. And then he was thrusting 
    it in and out of me, back and forth, again and again, faster and faster. He 
    had every inch of that enormous prick down my throat and I could hardly 
    believe that I had swallowed the whole thing. It took a great deal of effort 
    and concentration not to lose control of myself. I could easily have choked 
    to death on his cock because there was so much of it. That would have made 
    very interesting headlines, if I had let him go and do that, all about how a 
    father had killed his daughter while forcing her to commit fellatio on him. 
    That would be the talk of the town for the next decade, I predicted. But he 
    didn't manage to bump me off in that way. Every time I thought I had lost 
    control and was about to choke on the piece of throbbing meat, he moved it 
    around or my throat opened up and I got a breath and everything turned out 
    just fine. Or so it seemed right at that particular moment. 

    "Yeah, that's good, that's good ... suck it, suck that cock ... yeah, really 
    go down on it, baby, that's the way, ohhhhhh, that's so good, so fucking 
    good, yeah, yeah, suck that prick down your fucking throat, you dirty bitch! 
    Mmmmmmmmm! That feels so good, so fucking good! Suck me, suck my cunt, baby, 
    suck it dry! Ohhhhhhhh! That's good, that is so good! Suck me, suck my big 
    dick ... mmmmmmmmm! God, yes, yes, that's good, that's so good, all the way 
    down, to the base of it, to the fucking fat base of my hot cock! 
    Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come! Suck it all the way, baby, 
    suck it all the way! Yes, yes, that's so good, so good!" 

    His voice rang in my ears. I felt sick to my stomach. I might almost have 
    thrown up all over the dick I was sucking as he thrust it up at me and I 
    rammed my mouth all the way down to the base of it. Up and down, up and 
    down, I sucked away at him, moving faster and faster all the time. I was 
    really going to work on that heaving cock of his. I was not letting up for a 
    moment. It was as if I had found some weird logic of my own to follow, and I 
    was going to show him that if he was going to rape me then I was going to 
    enjoy it and give him the best blowjob he had ever had in his entire fucking 
    life. He bucked up at me, thrusting the cock down my throat. More and more 
    of that throbbing meat filled my face. I swallowed it all. I really had the 
    hang of ii now. I could suck him without any trouble at all. 

    Up and down, up and down, I pumped away off of him, and each time I sucked 
    down on that big cock I sucked out another layer of his steaming, bubbling 
    come. Up and down, up and down, I sucked away at him, again and again, never 
    stopping, never pausing. I was really giving it to him, going wild on that 
    dick of his. I was loving it, too. Now I had really succeeded in putting my 
    mind over matter. Or would it be the other way around? What I did was block 
    from my mind the disgust I was feeling sucking on my own father's cock. He 
    was some other stud, in my mind. And now I could enjoy it, because the fact 
    of the matter was that I did enjoy the taste of cock. I enjoyed it a whole 
    helluva lot, to tell the truth. I loved the taste of it and the texture of 
    the flesh throbbing against the back of my throat. I liked all of that. And 
    I really was enjoying and getting turned on by the feel of that cock inside 
    me like that. It was wonderful, though I would never have admitted this to 
    anyone else in the world but you, Doctor, and I trust that you will not ever 
    tell anyone what I'm telling you right now. 

    Yes, I was enjoying it as I was sucking on that big dick of his. I was 
    feeling turned on. My pussy was dripping with burning honey. It was flowing 
    out of there like there was no tomorrow. I was now actually dying to feel 
    that big stick of his deep inside my pussy, fucking away at me. I thought 
    that I would probably start coming almost immediately when he stuck it in 
    there. 

    I sucked him hard, but I was careful. I didn't want him coming and shooting 
    all of that stuff down my throat instead of up my pussy. I didn't know if he 
    was going to want to do it again once he came the first time, and I felt 
    that I would be in no position to demand that he fuck me. That would really 
    blow my standing. But he was so weird that he would probably get a kick out 
    of me turning out that way. It would just reinforce his opinion of me, if I 
    was to take any of those ravings about me seriously. But he had been calling 
    me a whore and a bitch and a cunt ever since this little encounter began. I 
    guess it wouldn't surprise him that much if it turned out he was right and I 
    was nothing but a whore. 

    Don't get me wrong, Doctor, I don't think I really am any of those things. 
    But these circumstances were so extraordinary and I was so very mixed up 
    that I didn't quite know what I was doing. I only knew that I was suddenly 
    very turned on and most of the hate and the loathing and the revulsion had 
    gone away, and more desire had come upon me, and now I had that cock down my 
    throat and I was loving it. Yes, I was loving every second that it throbbed 
    inside of me. I sucked hard, up and down, moving back and forth on the big 
    stick. I never wanted to let it out of my mouth, and if I did it would only 
    be to have it jammed up inside my pussy. I was even dying to get a chance to 
    feel that prick inside my ass-hole, as he had threatened to fuck me there at 
    one point. I don't know how much of his threats were to be believed and how 
    many of them were just drunken boasts. But it any case, he had won me over, 
    just about. There was no doubt about that. He had degraded me to the limit 
    and pushed me over it and now I was there, thrashing and shivering and 
    spewing pussy-juice down my legs, waiting and ready to have my own father 
    fuck me. God, it sounds so sick. And I must have been sick. Yes, yes, I must 
    have been. You try and explain what I was going through that could justify 
    what I did. Maybe that's why I came to see you, Doctor. I want justification 
    for what has happened here. Yes, please, someone help me, tell me why I did 
    what I did, why I finally reacted the way I did. God, there must be 
    something very wrong with me to do that. It must be some sickness that runs 
    through the whole family. How else can you fucking explain what I did? There 
    is no explanation, no rational, justifiable explanation. No, the only 
    explanation is that I'm bad, a bad seed. I have it from my father, and he 
    had to go wild like this in order to spark it in me. All right, maybe I am 
    talking a lot of bullshit, but I mean it, I really do feel that there must 
    be something like that at work in this case, Doctor. I'm telling you. Any 
    other girl would have continued to be disgusted by what was happing to them. 
    They would have died rather than do what I did. But not me. He finally won. 
    He broke my spirit. He made me like what he was doing to me. He actually 
    made me enjoy getting raped by him. How could that happen? What is there in 
    my makeup that could have made me want something like that? It doesn't make 
    any sense, it really doesn't. I never did anything sick before in my entire 
    life. But that father of mine. He did it. He must be some sort of evil 
    magician, a hypnotist, with an evil spell that he could cast on me and 
    finally make me give in to him and do his bidding, whatever that might be. 
    And I did it. Oh yes, I certainly did it. Oh yes indeed. Old Tammy didn't 
    flinch when it came to sucking off her old man's cock. She did it with 
    relish. She moved her mouth down to the throbbing base of the big cock and 
    then lifted up to the top again, twisting and sucking away like crazy. Back 
    and forth, making my father moan and shiver and gasp. He was loving it. He 
    was loving every thrust, every twist, every suck. He must have thought he 
    died and went to heaven for the way he was acting and the pleasure he was 
    getting. But why not, after all? Wasn't I his own daughter? Didn't he 
    deserve the best sort of treatment from me, no matter what the circumstances 
    happened to be? Okay, so they were dirty and filthy and sordid and degraded 
    in this case, but those are the breaks, I guess. Everything can't be cotton 
    candy and rides at the fair, after all. You have to take the good with the 
    bad. Doesn't that sound like a very good philosophy, Doctor? You tell me. 
    Doesn't ft sound like the sort of philosophy that I should be following? It 
    would certainly alleviate a lot of the guilt I have been feeling lately. Oh 
    yes, I do feel guilt, even though you might think that I have nothing to be 
    guilty about. After all, what did I do except fuck my own father. Oh sure, 
    it was at his instigation. But do you think anybody who found that out would 
    care about that? They would want to know what I had done to lead him on. 
    That would be their line of thinking. They would be sure that I had teased 
    my father with my voluptuous, nubile body and had driven him crazy. Even the 
    people who knew he was a drunk and a sadist would probably side with him. Oh 
    God, I don't know what I'm saying. Maybe they would believe me. Who can say 
    what people will think. All I know is that they'll think I'm dirty. Yes, 
    they'll think I'm unclean, like the old lepers, somebody no one would ever 
    want to get near. I mean, why not? There's a girl who fucked her own father, 
    they'll all be saying when word gets out about this. 

    You want to hear the end of this story, is that it, Doctor? All right. There 
    isn't much more to it, really. There's just a little more dirty stuff. But 
    you ought to find this interesting. Oh yes, very interesting. This is where 
    I really show my colors. This is where I show just what kind of girl I 
    really am, I guess. I show just the sort of whore cunt that I really am, all 
    right. 

    So I sucked him for a while longer. I moved up and down on that throbbing 
    pole of his, up and down, again and again without ever stopping. And then, 
    when I thought I had sucked him about all that I could, I rose up to the tip 
    and unhooked from his big dick. The thing was throbbing wildly now. It 
    looked like it was about to explode into a million pieces or just burst into 
    nothingness like an overinflated balloon. But neither of those things 
    happened. It just continued throbbing away like crazy. I stared at it like 
    it was some sort of shrine. I guess I almost thought of it that way as I 
    looked at it there, throbbing and pulsing, all shiny red, dripping with 
    saliva and come. 

    I glanced up at my father and he was looking down at me, sighing, gasping, 
    nodding his head up and down, up and down. He was plainly confused. He 
    didn't know what to say, what approach to take to all of these unexpected 
    occurrences. He had figured that this was going to be a rape scene right to 
    the very end, I guess. And then I went and turned the tables on him by 
    becoming a voracious female, after all. It really must have shaken him up, 
    from the look on his face. But I wasn't going to let him off like that. No 
    way. I was going to stick that big dick of his right up my pussy and make 
    him fuck me and make him come in my cunt. 

    He was in something of a daze. There was no more of the drunken fury he used 
    on me a little earlier. Now all of that was gone and he was almost docile as 
    he watched me taking charge of this obscene ritual. 

    I gripped that big cock of his and pumped it back and forth, back and forth, 
    again and again. The come drooled down over the hot shaft and dribbled 
    across my clutching fingers. I pumped it some more, really getting the 
    juices flowing and making him moan and shiver from the pleasure that it was 
    obviously causing him. I was getting a kick out of turning the tables, 
    taking over the rape scene out from under him, even though he was getting 
    the exact same results he would have gotten otherwise. But somehow this made 
    it more exciting for me, and less humiliating, knowing that I was going into 
    this with my eyes open, ready and willing to take the circumstances. 

    You could say that I was deflecting my outrage by showing that I was not 
    simply cooperating by taking over the whole enterprise. 

    Well, it might not have been the most intelligent defense, but it was all I 
    had. I had exhausted my resources long before as far as simply struggling 
    against him. That had gotten me nowhere. At least this way I was getting 
    some pleasure out of it. 

    So I pulled his cock down and he naturally followed after it. I spread my 
    legs far apart and stuck the dick up into my hole. He thrust in at once. My 
    cunt was dripping wet and it was no problem for him to get inside. In fact, 
    his cock was practically washed inside by the flow of bubbling pussy juices 
    that my cunt was dripping with. 

    And then he began fucking. In and out, back and forth, faster and faster all 
    the time. And each time he stuck that dick into me I cried out and shivered 
    with lust. It really felt good, I can tell you that. In and out, he fucked 
    me with speed and precision, back and forth, again and again, not stopping, 
    not slowing at all. I loved it. I wrapped my thighs around his ass and 
    kicked into him and told him to fuck faster. Yes, that is correct. I told my 
    own father to fuck me faster. I had given in totally to this obscene 
    encounter now. I was with him all the way. I was even a little ahead of him, 
    I guess you could say. I thrust my hips at him and ground my pussy into his 
    fucking dick. I loved it. I started feeling a swell of pleasure from the 
    moment he started fucking in and out of me. Back and forth, back and forth, 
    his cock shot through me, in and out, never stopping, never pausing. I was 
    loving it, every moment. And it didn't seem like it was going to end too 
    quickly, either. He seemed ready to go on fucking now that he had regained 
    his strength and presence of mind. I guess he had gotten a little 
    dumbfounded when he saw that I was enjoying and pursuing what had started 
    out as a nasty rape. But didn't the poor sap know that every girl dreams of 
    being raped? That it's a female's favorite fantasy? 

    In and out, back and forth, his huge, heavy cock attacked me. Again and 
    again that big dick of his slammed against my body. In and out, again and 
    again, faster and faster. He was fucking like crazy. I didn't think he had 
    it in him. I was almost affectionate towards him at that point, I was so 
    enjoying what he was doing to me. And then I could feel myself going over 
    the top, really starting to get off. The pleasure just started roaring 
    through my body. 

    "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my hot cunt, you bastard!" I screamed at him, 
    clawing at his aging body and urging him to fuck faster and harder. We 
    writhed around like that for another couple of minutes, as he gained speed 
    and violence, more and more with every stroke. "Fuck my cunt, yes, yes, fuck 
    your loving daughter's hot cunt!" 

    And then he cried out that he was coming, and in the next instant I felt the 
    hot bolt of his seed hit my pussy. He shot a few more wads into me and then 
    he was still. He pulled out of me and walked away. I could see that he was 
    feeling as disgusted as I had felt not long before, when he started this 
    thing. 

    CONCLUSION 

    And at that point the girl concluded her story. I could see that there were 
    two factors involved in her trauma. One of these, of course, was that her 
    father raped her. The other was that towards the end she had enjoyed it and 
    actively became a participant in the rape. This may be what she is finding 
    even harder to live down than the rape. I am beginning to counsel her and 
    hope that in time she will be able to lead a normal, productive life again 
    and even be able to confront her father without a sense of hysteria creeping 
    over her, as it does now. 

     CASE HISTORY THREE 

    SUBJECT: Cindy X. AGE: Seventeen 

     INTERVIEW ONE 

    When Cindy came into my office I was struck by her intense beauty. She was 
    certainly a thing to behold and I was darned glad to have such a fine 
    example of young American womanhood as a patient of mine. I think, as I look 
    back over the volumes of my case studies, that I have had more beautiful 
    women come through the swinging doors of my office than any ten other 
    practicing consultants in my field. But that is neither here nor there. The 
    fact of the matter was that this poor girl, as beautiful as she certainly 
    was, still had her problems. She had been terribly abused by a member of her 
    own family. It was the old story of incestuous rape. I had been getting a 
    lot of these cases lately. It was the main reason why I chose to put this 
    volume together at this particular time. It would seem just from the 
    patients that I have been getting of late, that this malady is running 
    rampant in our country. I hope that a careful study of these cases will help 
    my readers understand just what is going on here. I will now set forth the 
    complete transcript of this girl's session with me, just as it happened, 
    shocking as it may be to those readers with a weak heart. 

    I don't know if I can bring myself to tell you this, Doctor. It doesn't show 
    me in a very good light, I'll admit that. In fact, it shows me as a pretty 
    miserable character, actually. I've misrepresented myself to you. You 
    thought that I was coming here to see you about a problem I've had with 
    incest. When your nurse asked me questions about it I couldn't tell her the 
    truth. I got too nervous, too shy, and too ashamed of what I had done. But 
    the truth of the matter is that it was not some member of my family that did 
    something to me, but it was me who did something to a member of my family. 
    It was to my brother, to be exact. Yes, I assaulted my brother. 

    Does this sound strange to you, Doctor? I suppose you have never heard a 
    story like this one before. That's all right, there's always a first time, I 
    guess. Don't ask me what got into me. I can't tell you that. I really don't 
    know what got into me. Lust. I guess that's the simplest way to describe 
    what happened to me. Yes, that would describe it just nicely, I think. It 
    was lust that I felt for that brother of mine, pure and simple. And I'm the 
    sort of girl who acts upon her instinct, you see. Yes, I definitely acted 
    upon this. I just couldn't stand the pressure of seeing him around the house 
    all the time and never doing anything about it. So I started doing 
    something. Now don't get me wrong, Doctor, I did not. I didn't actually rape 
    him. I just did the next best thing, that's all. I got to him while he was 
    sleeping. He generally didn't even know what was happening. 

    Isn't that a scream, Doctor? Don't you just love it, I mean, really now. 

    It's partly because I'm always so horny, you know. That's really why I 
    always want to fuck or suck or do something sexy like that. Gosh, I'm 
    constantly masturbating. Any time you don't see me around for five solid 
    minutes you can expect that I've run off to a bedroom or am sitting on the 
    toilet jamming my fingers in and out of my drooling, hot pussy. That's just 
    the kind of girl I am. That's the way that God made me, you see, and there's 
    nothing I can really do about it. Unless you can think of something. I don't 
    know if you can or not, Doctor. I hope you can, of course. That's what I'm 
    here for, anyway. I'm here so you can listen to my story and tell me what 
    I've done wrong or how I can get right now, Doctor. That is why I'm here, 
    you know. And I do hope you can help me. I know better than to think that 
    you have any magic cures or anything like that, but I do want to know your 
    professional opinion, get your advice and all of that. It will really help 
    me a lot to know what you think about this and if I can get any help. Sure, 
    it's fun being horny all the time. Sometimes. But sometimes it just gets in 
    the way and it makes me do crazy things, things like when I went in and 
    seduced that brother of mine. Now I know that wasn't right, so don't get me 
    wrong about that. I know really pretty straight that it was a naughty thing 
    to do. But I did it, and that's that. Now you can listen to how I would go 
    about it and tell me what you think. 

    As I said, I am always horny, and I certainly invariably wake up horny, with 
    that fucking cunt of mine all wet and sticky. It's like a damned swamp there 
    between my legs, you have to understand. 

    So I woke up this morning that I'm going to tell you about. I woke up and I 
    had the feeling. Oh boy, did I ever have the feeling. I opened my eyes and 
    the first thing I thought about was a cock. I could see a big, fat, juicy 
    cock right before my eyes. I instinctively opened my mouth while I was still 
    half asleep and tried to bite for that damned cock throbbing away just in 
    front of me. And then I sighed and realized that there was really no cock in 
    front of me, that it was just a figment of my imagination. But dammit that 
    was one figment I wished was real and that was the truth. I wanted to have a 
    big cock like that stuck down my throat. Yes, indeed I did. And there was 
    one cock nearby in the house. My father was already gone to work by now, and 
    besides, I didn't really think of him in those terms since he was old and 
    fat and just didn't strike me in any sort of sexual way. But my brother. 
    Well, there was a horse of a different color, I can tell you that. He was a 
    tall, well-shaped, blue-eyed, golden-haired fellow, cute as a button. I knew 
    that many of the girls at school were absolutely wild about him and I could 
    hardly blame them for that. I was wild about that young guy myself, so I 
    could understand their feelings. 

    But of course, it was supposed to be different for me, because that cute guy 
    I'm talking about was my brother, and sisters are not supposed to have such 
    thoughts about my own brother. But dammit, I have them. It's only a 
    psychological thing that you feel if you do eliminate any sexual feelings 
    towards a relative who would normally be very attractive to you, and I guess 
    that I just missed whatever psychological thing is supposed to happen. Don't 
    ask me for an explanation, I just know that it is very hard for me to make 
    special allowances in my brother's case and think of him as strictly a 
    brother, someone who I should think of as off-bounds sexually, someone I 
    cannot crave like I do other good-looking boys. 

    I sleep in a bedroom with my sister. She's also a good-looking girl, a 
    little younger than me. She isn't quite as pretty as me, but she's popular 
    and has a lot of boyfriends. I really don't know what her sexual life is 
    like, but I figure that she fucks around, though not nearly as much as I do. 
    She is certainly more conservative than me, and I am really afraid of her 
    finding out what I've done with our brother. No, I could never let her find 
    that out. I don't know what she would do. Certainly, she would hate me for 
    doing it, that much is for certain. And she would probably tell my parents 
    also. I don't want that kind of hassle, I can tell you that. So I hope you 
    bear in mind that everything I'm telling you is to be held strictly 
    confidential. I wouldn't tell you any of this if there was any chance that 
    you would go blabbing about it. There isn't, is there? Okay, good, that's 
    all I wanted to know. 

    Well, so, I woke up and looked across the room at my sister. She was lying 
    there in the bed sleeping away. She was wearing a short nightie. She must 
    have been having a pretty good dream because she had been tossing a lot and 
    had kicked the bed covers all the way down to her feet. She was sprawled 
    there on her bed, with her long, shapely, bare legs stretched out. They were 
    parted and you could see her cunt opened wide. It was a pretty fat, gorgeous 
    cunt to be certain, almost as beautiful as that one of mine. If I could get 
    off on women I guess I would pay a visit to her sleeping there instead of my 
    brother. But I guess I'm just born to worship cooks instead of cunts, so I 
    was content just to look in there at the moist pinkness of my sister's cunt 
    and let it go at that. 

    I got up out of the bed and walked over to the doorway. I looked back to see 
    if my sister had been disturbed at all. She was still sleeping peacefully, I 
    was pleased to see. I opened the door and slipped through it. On the other 
    side I stood still and breathed softly, getting my bearings, getting myself 
    ready for the rather unorthodox thing that I was going to do now. I put my 
    hand up against my pussy and made myself shiver with lust as I pressed into 
    the wet warmth. It really gave me chills to feel myself like that. I caught 
    my breath and sighed out deeply. I was really going to come if I gave myself 
    half a chance at it. 

    I started moving down the hall towards the room where my brother was 
    sleeping. I stopped for a moment and wondered what I would say if my brother 
    happened to be awake or if I walked in on him at some uncomfortable moment. 
    He might be undressed, and the fact was that my own short nightie was so 
    bunched up that he wouldn't fail to see my pussy hair if he looked at me at 
    all. 

    I stopped and was very careful as I stood there at his doorway. I put my 
    hand on the door handle and held it there and didn't move it for a very long 
    time. And then I started turning it slowly. Very slowly I twisted the knob 
    in my hand and when I thought I had turned it all the way I pushed in on it, 
    very slowly. There was still a little squeak and I tried to go even slower 
    so that the squeak was minimal. It was dark in the room. He always pulled 
    all of his shades down when he went to sleep and he was on the shady side of 
    the house, anyway, so it was quite dark in there. I waited a moment till my 
    eyes adjusted to the near-darkness. And then I could see him there, lying on 
    his side and sleeping soundlessly except for a little snort now and then. 

    He looked cuter than ever, I thought, as I moved across the room towards 
    him. I was going to do it. I was sure of that one thing. I felt too much not 
    to go ahead with it at this point. I just had to, that was all there was to 
    it. 

    I was so excited and into what I was doing that I didn't even give any 
    thought to what I would say if my brother should happen to wake up while I 
    was in there, and heaven forbid if he woke up while I was doing something a 
    little further along in my scheme, like playing with his cock or something 
    like that. I just couldn't take the time to think of anything, as a 
    matter-of-fact, and that was just the way it was, as far as I was concerned. 
    And I certainly did feel like playing with his cock as I stood there and 
    looked down at him sleeping away, purring like a little puppy or something. 
    God, it made the juices just run out of my cunt like there was no stopping 
    them at all. There was one way to stop them, though. It was the way that I 
    was about to go about stopping them. I was going to have me a sexual 
    experience that would electrify me from head to toe. That was what I was 
    going to have, all right. I was already starting to have it, just standing 
    there and looking at his beautiful sleeping body. 

    I wondered again what I would say to him if he woke up. Would he be able to 
    understand that his own sister had the hots for him? I knew that it would be 
    a little difficult to understand, and that he would definitely have 
    something unusual to deal with, but I wondered if he wouldn't react in a 
    very encouraging way. I mean, what boy of his age would really turn down the 
    offer of the body of an utterly gorgeous teenager like myself? Not many, I 
    would think. My brother, I was sure, had a lot of sexual experience even at 
    his fairly tender age. Gosh, I thought, for all I knew he might be actively 
    fantasizing about me, rushing off every time he saw me and jerking on his 
    dick to relieve the tension that he was feeling. 

    "Oh gosh," I mumbled to myself. "Oh, that's so very beautiful ... such a 
    beautiful cock you have, my brother dear." 

    I looked down at it, staring at it like I was hypnotized. I couldn't take my 
    eyes off such a beautiful piece of meat. It was really something else to 
    look at that hunk of hot, pink meat lying there so gorgeous and innocent. 
    But it was not all that innocent, to be perfectly honest. I could see that 
    my dear brother was having a few sexual thoughts as he lay there in the bed. 
    Yes indeed. He was certainly looked like he was having a wet dream or two 
    the way he was lying there with the cock flexing away and throbbing 
    slightly. I was so excited I thought I would pass out. 

    He had a completely peaceful expression on his face. Oh yes, I loved the 
    look of him. My lust for him just shot all through me, thrilling me from 
    head to toe. I couldn't take my eyes off that beautiful boy or his beautiful 
    cock. 

    I touched my pussy. It was drooling wet. I pushed my fingers inside there. 
    God, that felt really good. It felt wonderful. I could have started coming 
    right at that very moment. Yes, it would not have taken much effort at all 
    for me to start me moaning and shaking and shivering. I closed my eyes. Only 
    for a moment. I couldn't take my eyes off that cock of his for much longer 
    than that. It was driving me crazy to be so close to that beautiful piece of 
    meat there. I really loved looking at it and I didn't want to stop looking 
    at it for a moment. 

    My fingers slid deep inside my pussy and worked back and forth, back and 
    forth again and again without pausing for long. I really loved the friction 
    that my fingers were causing. They were turning me all hot and soft, like 
    melting jelly. It was a wonderful sensation that 

    I was feeling just then. Yes, it was truly wonderful. The prick stirred and 
    that sent a wave of hot sensation all through me. It was all I could do not 
    to reach down and grab at that cock. The cock was throbbing away now. He 
    must have gone into high gear with whatever wet dream the darling boy was 
    having. I wished that I could jump right into his unconscious mind and be a 
    character in that dream. I wanted to be the girl who was causing him so much 
    pleasure. Yes, that was certainly what I wanted right then. 

    His legs stirred. They moved up and stretched out far. He muttered something 
    and I moved closer, listening hard to hear what he was saying. But he didn't 
    really say anything that I could make sense of. I smiled at him. He looked 
    so cute there, lying there and dreaming away, his cock stiff and throbbing 
    like crazy. He twisted some more, until his cock was completely visible and 
    so were his fat, dangling balls. He was absolutely gorgeous, in my opinion. 
    I stared at him and was trembling as I did. I cupped my hot pussy and felt 
    the juice flowing out of it. The juice fell into the palm of my hand and I 
    felt it running down between my ringers. It was really a fantastic and sexy 
    feeling and I didn't want to stop touching myself like that. I wanted to do 
    it for hours, but I knew that that was not possible. I had to get all of 
    this done real quick. I had to get what I could out of my sweet, sexy 
    brother and then I had to get the heck out of there and be done with it for 
    the time being, until I could slip away and get to him once again when no 
    one was looking, including him. That was how it had to be, no question of 
    that. 

    I bent over him again, getting another close look at that cock of his lying 
    there. It was so beautiful, so big and thick. The head was swollen out so 
    that it looked like a big red pepper. I licked my lips impatiently, wanting 
    very badly to put my lips around the head of that big cock of his. 

    I opened my legs wider and slid my fingers in even deeper than before. It 
    felt so good, and felt even better as I twirled them around and around 
    within me. I quivered and shivered. The pussy drool flowed like never 
    before. It was really a river now, or more like some sort of flowing swamp, 
    all sticky and thick and hot. It steamed around my fingers like a stew. I 
    worked my fingers back and forth through it, back and forth, again and again 
    without pausing. I really loved the feel of it as I jammed my fingers inside 
    my cunt. In and out, in and out, I would slip those fingers through me. Back 
    and forth, again and again, I jammed those fingers through me. And oh, it 
    felt so good, you just wouldn't believe it, Doctor. I slid them deep inside 
    me and popped them in and out, in and out, making myself quiver and shiver 
    and gasp. My gasps became louder and louder, until I was very worried that 
    my brother would definitely be disturbed and see me there. 

    I would certainly have some explaining to do if my brother should wake up 
    and see me standing there, nude to all intents and purposes, with my fingers 
    jammed up inside my pussy. That would take a lot of explaining to him, I 
    could see that. In fact, there would really be no explanation that would 
    make any sense. What could I say to him? That I got my fingers stuck in my 
    pussy and that I ran into his room to see if he would help me get them out? 
    I didn't think he or anybody else would buy that one very quickly. 

    I slowed my fingers down a little bit now. I didn't want to go too far with 
    that sort of thing. I didn't want to lose complete control of myself. No way 
    did I want to do that. I wanted to hold on and know just what I was doing 
    when I was doing it. I didn't want to be caught with my pants down, so to 
    speak. And he could have caught me in that state in the most literal 
    fashion, of course. 

    At last I had to touch that cock of his. I couldn't stay away from it a 
    moment longer. 

    No, I certainly couldn't do that. I wanted to feel that damned thing and I 
    was going to feel it. And I was going to do more than that if I could get 
    away with it. That was what I thought at that moment. Oh yes, I wanted to 
    get away with as much as possible. I wanted to do everything and leave no 
    trace of what I was doing. I wanted to get away with murder. I wanted to 
    commit incest, Doctor, yes, that was what I wanted, all right. I thought I 
    could get away with it. In fact, I was sure I could get away with it. But I 
    had to be careful. Oh yes, I had to be very careful if I was going to get 
    away with this one, this time. I didn't really think of getting caught, but 
    I knew that it was a very definite possibility. After all, we all know how 
    people sleep and how they can be disturbed by the least little thing. They 
    certainly can be. I know that I've seen it happen many times and there was 
    no reason to think that it might not happen with this brother of mine. 

    But even with all the risk involved I could not keep from doing what I felt 
    the very strong need to do. With a hand stuffed against my cunt, I brought 
    the other one down to him, touching his belly, waiting for a reaction if 
    there was going to be one. Then I slid the fingers down through the curly 
    hairs growing over his cock. I touched his prick then, just at the base. I 
    shivered. I reached down further, running the palm of my hand out along the 
    length of his throbbing piece of meat. It was so long and sexy that I could 
    hardly control myself when I was crouched there looking and touching it. 
    God, I was creaming my thighs at that point. Hot, wet pussy juice was 
    streaming down from my pulsating, twisting, quivering cunt. 

    I held my breath as I closed my fingers around his cock and squeezed. He 
    made no sign that he was being awakened as I did this to him. He showed no 
    sign of sensing that something was wrong. No, he seemed to go on sleeping 
    contentedly, which was all I wanted to see, in fact. He was sleeping, and he 
    was a lovely figure, and I was loving feeling his cock the way I was. It was 
    a wonderful sensation, and it was turning me on something awful, making me 
    shiver and shake and lose my grip, or almost lose it. I knew there would be 
    big trouble if I really lost my grip, so I didn't go all the way. I 
    maintained. I controlled myself and let the pleasure and the intense sexual 
    excitement grow and grow every moment. It was almost too much for me to do 
    it like that but I managed, somehow I managed. I licked my lips and 
    swallowed hard and stared at the throbbing cock in my hand. I shivered as I 
    realized how easily it would be for me to let a scream escape my lips. 

    I didn't want trouble. I might seem like a big troublemaker, someone getting 
    into predicaments that I have no business being involved in, but I really 
    didn't want the kind of ugly scene that might ensue if my brother were to 
    wake up and see me there. No, I definitely didn't want that. The chances 
    that he would look at me and see what I was doing and actually respond and 
    enjoy every bit of it was a little too far-fetched for me to believe. I was 
    more convinced that he would freak out at first, even if he might see it in 
    a different light at some later time. It was the initial reaction that 
    counted, after all, and that was what I was worried about. 

    The need to have my brother's cock within me somehow still burned deep in my 
    bones. I couldn't go away from this gorgeous and sexy sight just yet. No, I 
    had to stay with it. I had to go a little further along the line with this 
    thing and see just where it would lead me, almost test myself to see what I 
    could get out of it. I gripped his cock and lifted up on it. I let it throb. 
    It was a glorious sensation. I simply loved it and didn't want it to ever 
    end. No, I really didn't want this one to ever end. I didn't want it to be 
    some quick and sneaky thing that would only last a matter of minutes. I 
    wanted it to be something that we could do together and take as long as we 
    needed to get it done with. But then again, I realized that a good part of 
    the thrill of this whole situation was its secretiveness, its danger, the 
    element of risk involved. Yes, that was what made it so appealing. I 
    probably wouldn't have felt half as thrilled if there was no danger involved 
    in it. That's something in my makeup, I guess, that makes me do things that 
    could really blow up in my face. There certainly must be some reason for the 
    way I do things, when I do them like this. It is probably the illicit thrill 
    of incest that made it so very exciting to be there in the bedroom with my 
    brother's cock in my hand, throbbing away like crazy as I squeezed on it, 
    and the warm sperm drooling down into my lingers. 

    The muscles in that cock of my brother's was so strong that it was throbbing 
    like some wild animal against my grip. I wasn't going to let go of it, no 
    matter how much it throbbed against me and begged to be released. Somehow, 
    no matter how much I squeezed it, my brother continued to sleep. For a 
    passing moment I wondered if he was possibly faking it and he was really 
    quite aware of everything that was happening and just didn't want to cause a 
    scene by stopping it or by giving it his open approval and letting me go on 
    when I knew he was wide awake. 

    I squeezed tighter on the cock. I ran my thumb up over the head and wiped it 
    over the top. I felt his warm sperm drooling out. It felt wonderful. I could 
    only thrill to the idea of feeling a whole wad of it shooting out against my 
    mouth. That would be just too much for words and I wondered if I would be 
    able to have something like that happen and not scream out in ecstasy about 
    it. I thought that would be testing my will just a little too much. 

    I brought my hand back to my mouth now and tasted the warm sperm. My 
    brother's warm sperm. Yes, it was wonderful to the taste, sparkling and hot 
    and fresh and salty. 

    I sighed deeply as I tasted that come. It made me want more and more of the 
    come. I couldn't get enough of it, or at least that was what I thought right 
    at that moment. The fluid rolled down my throat as I sucked it off my 
    fingers. I desperately wanted to take that whole cock into my mouth and suck 
    away on it, suck hard, running my mouth up and down, back and forth, again 
    and again, faster and faster. 

    I wanted to suck the boy off and make him come. I wanted him to come harder 
    and longer than he had ever come before in his entire life. I wanted to 
    taste all of that come, too, feel it sliding down my throat and right into 
    the pit of my stomach. Yes, I wanted it so very much, I really did. 

    But sucking him off would only be the start of what I wanted from him. Oh 
    yes, I wanted much more than that, I was sure of that much. Yes, indeed I 
    was. I wanted that cock of his to go into my cunt. I wanted him to fuck me 
    like he knew nothing else in the world but that. Yes, I wanted cock, fucking 
    away at me, faster and faster, making me come even as he was racing to come 
    himself. That would be good. I knew it would be better than anything I ever 
    got with ordinary boys. But this would not be an ordinary boy. This would be 
    my brother, and that was something special, no doubt about that. My brother. 
    God, it was such an arousing thought. I don't know if it was just the 
    thought that did it or if it was the fact that my particular brother was so 
    wildly appealing. I don't know for sure which it could be, but I certainly 
    know that it was a wildly arousing idea. 

    Oh God, this would only be the start if I had my way, I was thinking. I 
    would swallow him whole and make him come after I had sucked him for a 
    while. And then I would make him ready again very shortly thereafter. Then 
    it would be time to fuck. Yes, it would be time for some heavy fucking 
    between the two of us. He would be throbbing, good as new. I saw myself 
    climbing up over him and opening my pussy wide for him. And then I would 
    lower myself, down and down, right over that throbbing cock of his, 
    swallowing it up inside my heaving, boiling pussy. I would eat it up with my 
    hungry cunt. And then, when the cock was all the way inside me, I would 
    start bouncing up and down on him, up and down, faster and faster, making us 
    both gasp and shake with pleasure. He would start thrusting the cock up into 
    me, harder and harder, faster and faster all the time, till both of us were 
    gasping with ecstasy. I had Cindy stop at that point and asked her to come 
    back and continue her story during a second session together. She agreed, 
    saying that there wasn't much I could do for her if she only told me that 
    much of it, even though there wasn't a lot more that had to be said. 

     INTERVIEW TWO 

    Cindy was anxious to begin our second interview. She was dying to get out 
    the things that had been bothering her all this time. She wanted to tell me 
    right down to the last erotic detail about her craving for her own brother. 
    It was something I was very interested in. She was truly an extreme case of 
    something that I have seen only rarely. It is not often that brother and 
    sister come this close, and where the sister has such an affection for a 
    younger brother, and when that affection is on such an obviously sexual 
    level. This is certainly most unusual, but I could see after the first 
    interview that Cindy was indeed a very unusual girl. I was really looking 
    forward to hearing more about her. 

    Well, Doctor, I was really fantasizing as I stood there in his room looking 
    down at my adorable baby brother with his cock hanging out and throbbing 
    away like crazy. It was quite a sight, to tell you the truth. I don't think 
    I have ever seen anything quite as beautiful as that cock of my brother's. 
    The fantasy continued to whirl around in my head for a while longer, around 
    and around without stopping. The scene was nearly life-like I was dreaming 
    it so intensely. But when I snapped out of it I saw that there was a real 
    fantasy scene in front of me. 

    His voice was still ringing in my ears, an imagined voice moaning, "Fuck me, 
    sis, fuck my cock, stick that pussy of yours down on my throbbing prick and 
    fuck yourself on my hot, throbbing dick! Do it, do it now!" 

    In reality at this moment my hand was pumping on my brother's cock. It was 
    really rigid by now. I pumped up and down, up and down, again and again. 
    Wet, warm, sticky fluid flowed down over my fingers. My lust increased to a 
    dangerous level. I leaned closer to him, my head now just a few inches from 
    his sleeping figure and his throbbing prick. My hot, panting breath blew 
    against the throbbing head of his dick. I opened my mouth wide. My tongue 
    fell out and licked wetly at my trembling lips. The temptation was becoming 
    overwhelming. I knew I would give in to it this time, perhaps more 
    dangerously. than ever before. Yes, this time I would definitely go as far 
    as I could and not get caught. And in the excited state I was in right then, 
    the distance I could go seemed pretty far. I was going to live dangerously 
    on this one, no question about that. I was going to go further than I ever 
    had with dear, sleeping brother. 

    The temptation was just too much. I couldn't control it. I had to feel that 
    cock of his with some more sensitive, warmer part of my body than my hand. 
    That was not good enough. No, I needed something else, something better. I 
    had to taste that beautiful boy's cock. I had to taste that long, throbbing 
    cock with its long shaft and bloated red head. I nearly fell over him with 
    excitement when my lips finally did touch the cock, right on the swollen 
    head. Some of his drooling sperm stuck to my lips. I put my tongue out and 
    licked a bit of it off. I shivered at the erotic taste of it. Then I licked 
    for some more. I pressed my lips to him again. I kissed my brother's cock. 
    It was a passionate kiss, but I ended it before I got too carried away by 
    this new development in-my illicit relationship with my sleeping brother. 
    But I did have to have a bit more to satisfy myself for the time being, and 
    I let my lips run down along the muscled shaft. Once I started it was 
    distinctly difficult to stop. I kissed my way to the base and felt his soft, 
    curly pubic hairs against my lips. 

    Suddenly, he shifted in the bed. It scared me, he did it so suddenly like 
    that. 

    He sighed and breathed deeply. His legs fell wider apart and the erect prick 
    throbbed up at me. I kissed his dangling, hairy balls and then lifted my 
    lips to the head again and took it into my mouth. I sucked the head inside 
    and then a bit of the shaft too, pressing my mouth against him, closing my 
    eyes, wanting to remember this moment, remember what I felt exactly, how the 
    cock felt in my mouth, the smell of it, the textures and everything about 
    it. I didn't want to ever forget any of this. The thing was that this would 
    have to do me until the next time I worked up the nerve or the urge got too 
    great, and I came creeping into my brother's bedroom like this and played 
    with his cock on another occasion. 

    He moaned softly. My brother muttered something and for a moment I panicked. 
    I opened my eyes after having had them closed while I was responding to some 
    of the ecstasy that was moving all through me. I didn't let the cock out of 
    my mouth, however. I was not that scared that I would give up the real treat 
    that my mouth was enjoying at that point in time. No, I didn't want to lose 
    that taste so soon. 

    I wondered what his reaction was going to be if he did wake up now. It would 
    certainly take some explaining. Or would it? I wondered. Maybe it was not 
    going to take any explaining at all Maybe he would understand everything 
    just in his first glance, seeing his gorgeous sister hanging over him, her 
    mouth full of cock, his cock as it happens. Would the boy enjoy what he saw 
    or would he be shocked by it? I didn't know. I couldn't predict. My brother 
    was a funny sort and certainly very unpredictable. I couldn't be sure if he 
    would panic and go out of his mind with disgust, or if he would really get 
    off on it and say, "Yeah, sis, let's fuck!" 

    He didn't wake up, as it turned out. But I knew I had come close enough to 
    being caught for my sort of comfort. As much as I desired him, I still 
    wasn't up to confronting him with my desires. It would still have to be my 
    secret. It would still have to be my secret fantasy that no one would find 
    out about. I was going to make quite sure that no one found out about it, 
    that much was certain. I didn't want anyone to know what sort of pervert 
    they were dealing with, after all. No, that would not be good if they knew 
    something like that. I especially didn't want my brother finding out that 
    sort of shit about his own sister. How could I ever face him again? Well, 
    that was the thought I had at that moment. 

    I lifted off the cock and pushed myself away from the bed. I took one last 
    glimpse of the cock in all its thick glory and then placed the covers over 
    his naked body. I turned and tiptoed out of the room, closing the door 
    behind me. When I was out in the hall I leaned my back against the wall and 
    let out a deep sigh. It felt like I had been holding my breath for the last 
    five minutes. When I was breathing normally again, I quickly went down the 
    hall back to my own bedroom, knowing that my sister would still be sleeping 
    soundly. And she was. That is, if I hadn't miscalculated the whole thing and 
    returned to find her wide awake and wondering what on earth I thought I was 
    doing wandering around the house with barely any clothes on, my cunt hanging 
    out like it was. 

    But she was asleep and I didn't have to make any explanations for her. I 
    tried to make myself act as calm as possible as I returned to my bed, just 
    in case my sister should suddenly wake up and see me. I didn't want to be 
    caught rushing back into bed and alert her suspisions. I glanced at her cunt 
    again. It was still hanging open, still moist and pink and wonderful to look 
    at. 

    It was silly, really, all of this worrying and nervousness. If she had seen 
    me I could easily have said that I was simply going to the bathroom, but I 
    didn't think in simple terms like those. No, I had to think that I had my 
    guilt written all over my face, and whoever saw me in a difficult situation 
    would know at once that there was something very wrong about my behavior and 
    the next thing you knew I would be standing around and answering a lot of 
    funny questions. 

    I climbed into my bed and stretched my legs out. I looked over at my sister 
    before I responded to the strong wealth of feelings that moved through me. 
    My pussy was sopping wet. The juice was running all down my leg like you 
    wouldn't believe. When I banged my thighs together there was a loud 
    squishing noise. It took my breath away to hear it. I closed my eyes and 
    smiled and thought about that brother of mine lying in there with his cock 
    hanging out, his beautiful, long, throbbing cock. 

    How I wanted to have that cock of his up between my legs! I wanted to feel 
    it throbbing away inside of me. Yes, I wanted to feel a hot cock moving up 
    between my meaty thighs, jamming inside my pussy, making me come, making me 
    scream and groan and shake all over the place. 

    I made sure once more that my sister was not awake and then I smiled to 
    myself and let my fingers slide down through my body and down to my pussy. I 
    pressed them inside my cunt, pushing them right in there and twirling them 
    around and around, moving them back and forth. God, it felt wonderful. I 
    just couldn't believe how good that felt. I didn't want to stop doing it. 
    Not at all. I wanted to keep it up for as long as I possibly could. Yes, I 
    wanted to feel this good forever, if you know what I mean. I just didn't 
    want that kind of pleasure to ever end. No, I wanted it to just go on and 
    on, never stopping, never ending. 

    I worked my fingers back and forth through my pussy. I pushed them deep 
    inside my cunt and never let them out until a full convulsion of pleasure 
    had worked its way through me. Back and forth, back and forth, I jabbed my 
    fingers into my cunt. The cunt was so sopping wet with my pussy juices that 
    it practically floated in on a tide of them as they flowed back and forth 
    inside my hole. 

    "Oh God, ohhhhh, that's good," I moaned to myself as I fucked myself with my 
    fingers. "Ohhhhh, yes, yes, that feels so good, so fucking good, oh yes, 
    yes, I can't stop ... I can't stop now. I have got to feel that cock jammed 
    inside my pussy. I want it so bad, so bad, I really do!" 

    I almost forgot that my sister was there, I was so excited by what I was 
    doing. I continued doing it, pushing my fingers deep inside my pussy, 
    twirling them around and around, then dragging them back, almost letting 
    them out of my cunt before sliding them back inside all the way and taking 
    my breath away. Back and forth, faster and faster. I didn't know which was 
    better, faster or harder, though I could tell for certain that I liked both 
    treatments. I pushed the fingers deep inside, till I felt almost as if I had 
    swallowed up the fingers and they could never find their way out again. 
    That, I knew would not be the worst thing that could possibly happen to me. 
    No, not by any means. I thought that the idea of having my hand deep inside 
    my cunt like that was something very nice indeed. I wanted to shove my whole 
    arm into my sopping, tingling cunt. Yes, I was excited, in a state of heat 
    like I had hardly ever felt the like of. And it was all caused by that 
    little brother of mine with the big cock. He was the one who put me into 
    that state of being, all nervous and jumpy and full of pussy juice, flowing 
    over the brim and down my leg. 

    "Oh God, ohhhhh, that's so good, that's so fucking good," I moaned, biting 
    into my lower lip as I twirled the fingers around and around. "Oh yes, yes, 
    that's good, that's so damned good ... oh shit, yes, yes, it's good, it's so 
    very good ... ahhhhhhhhh!" 

    Back and forth, the fingers played with my cunt. I could hardly stop them. 
    They bounced in and out of the hot hole. Every inch that my fingers captured 
    sent me reeling with pleasure. I closed my eyes again and just let it flow 
    over me. There was a wealth of sensation in my cunt now. I could hardly 
    believe what I was feeling. It was so good that I couldn't stop what I was 
    doing at that point even if my own father came in there and saw me, and 
    believe me that would be pretty humiliating and horrifying if he did catch 
    me doing something along those lines. I would never be able to face him 
    again after doing something like that. And I really don't know what exactly 
    his reaction to it would be. He might completely flip out to see his own 
    daughter masturbating in front of him. There was always a chance that he 
    would take it rather lightly and just pretend that it hadn't happened. But I 
    wasn't really expecting something like that to happen. No way. I was more 
    expecting something along the lines of a very strange look and then a few 
    words of warning and then another look of disappointment, and that would 
    almost be worse than if he went berserk at me. This way I would still not be 
    able to look him in the eye after he had seen me do something like this. It 
    would be almost impossible for me to get away with that. No, I just wouldn't 
    be able to do it, I was quite sure of that. I would certainly crack if I was 
    caught by my father in such a situation. 

    And even with all of that I could not stop myself from doing what I was 
    doing. No, I had to keep going, keep jerking off. I could not possibly stop 
    sticking that hand of mine in and out of my cunt. I pushed deep inside it 
    and twirled the fingers around some more. My juices flowed over my finger as 
    they were turning. It was almost like churning butter. The cunt spew shot 
    all around my fingers, more and more all the time. I was really wet. I 
    couldn't remember when I had seen my cunt this particularly wet. It was a 
    mess, a first class mess. 

    But that messy cunt of mine was certainly giving off a lot of pleasure. It 
    was almost more pleasure than I could stand, and yet I had no intention of 
    stopping or doing a halfhearted job. No, I was destined this time, destined 
    to be giving myself a really first class orgasm, something I would be 
    thinking about for many weeks to come. I pushed my fingers in deeper. I 
    pushed them in so far that it finally hurt. But I didn't stop. I pushed them 
    back and forth, back and forth, twirling them around and around, faster and 
    faster, yes, more and more, never stopping, going on, faster, faster, never 
    stopping what I was doing. It felt so wonderful that I couldn't see to stop 
    what I was doing no matter what the danger might become of it. 

    I even pushed back the covers from my legs in my excitement. What did I care 
    about covers? I didn't care if anyone saw what I was doing? It didn't make a 
    damn bit of difference, I told myself. Masturbating was natural, I was sure 
    of that, and if my parents had to have strict rules about such things that 
    felt so good then that was their business, pure and simple. I couldn't be 
    bothered. All I was interested in was pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure, 
    and I was going to see what I could do to find it. I was going to look 
    everywhere, too. I was not going to rest until I found exactly what I was 
    looking for. But that was not going to be hard. I had found it and now I was 
    getting it in double doses. I continued moving those fingers of mine through 
    my cunt, in and out, back and forth, faster and faster. 

    "Mmmmmmmmmm, that's so good, that feels so good, yes, yes, it does," I 
    moaned out loud. I hoped that my sister wasn't watching but by now I was too 
    pleasure-ridden and preoccupied to check out such things as that. "Mm mm mm 
    mm, my cunt, my cunt, it's on fire, yes, yes, it is, ohhhhhhhh, I love it, I 
    love it when my cunt gets all sticky and cold and freezing and slippery. 
    What is going on here today. My cunt ... my cunt is the one! Ohhhhhhhhh! But 
    my fingers are not good enough. No, my fingers are just not good enough. I 
    want to eat my food the usual way. But that is okay for this time. I want to 
    have a cock jammed up my cunt so bad that it hurts, it literally hurts to 
    think about it ... these fingers of mine are not going to rest yet, though. 
    No, they are working overtime. Faster and faster, in and out of my cunt, 
    never stopping, never slowing down one bit. It was an incredible scene and 
    it seemed to have just started within me. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! My fucking cunt ... 
    yes, yes, yes, I'm going to come, I'm going to come ... shit, shit, shit, I 
    wish my brother were here now. I wish he was here with that big dick of his, 
    that throbbing, pulsing, huge, beeautiful dick of his, that's what I want, 
    that's what I want ... I want my brother to fuck me. I want him to send his 
    throbbing dick up inside my pussy. This pussy of mine is nice but no matter 
    how good it feels it would be working better with a big, wet, red cock 
    inside it, pumping away and making me come with every fucking stroke of his 
    cock. I wanted cock inside of me and all I was getting was fingers. I looked 
    over at my sister. She was sleeping peacefully. I couldn't believe that this 
    was happening. I couldn't believe that I was masturbating in my room only a 
    few feet from my sister who could see that I was doing it very simply if she 
    were to wake up suddenly as most people do when they wake up. It would be 
    quite a shock for her to see me doing that. I don't mean to say that I don't 
    suspect she masturbates. It's probably when there is no one around. Then she 
    probably does it. I'm sure of it. We'll have to see if we can run her down, 
    catch her at it some time. She had the very prim, proper face for it. She's 
    probably as kinky as can be. She probably does stuff that I wouldn't even 
    dream of doing. Yeah, that's the sort of things she does. So don't think 
    that I am the only one of my kind in the family. For all I know that sister 
    of mine may have similar feelings to mine and may want to fuck our brother 
    herself. That would be hysterical. 

    I continued jerking off. I ran my fingers deep inside my cunt and tore them 
    around and around. Back and forth, back and forth, I slammed my fingers into 
    my cunt. It was quite a thing to see. I'm sure that you would have your 
    breath taken away from you. 

    "Oh God, I'm going to come," I moaned loudly. "I'm going to come and it 
    feels so good, so very good, oh yes, yes, yes, it does ... I love it, I love 
    that feeling in my cunt right now ... I don't want to feel anything else, 
    no, no, nothing else, this is everything, this is the best, so good, so 
    beautiful ... ahhhhhhh, I love it, I really love this feeling, it's 
    exquisite, yes, yes, it is, it is so good, so fucking good ... ohhhhhhhh, 
    God, give me some loving, brother dear, my darling brother ... ohhhhhhhhh, 
    yes, yes, yes!" 

    My fingers seemed so far inside my cunt that they would never come out. I 
    plucked them out and then jammed them right back inside again. 

    And then I felt myself really starting to come. The sensation rose up 
    through me, a rising, twisting, twirling sensation. I could hardly believe 
    that I was feeling something as good as that. It was wonderful. I didn't 
    want it to end. I didn't want any of this to end. I still wanted the 
    opportunity to fantasize about my brother and go in there to his room and 
    look at him and see his cock and play with it and even put it in my mouth. 

    So you tell me what you think of that, Doctor? Is that pretty weird or not? 
    What do you think about that? Don't you think that I'm pretty hung up on 
    that brother of mine? So what can I do about it for God's sake? I would 
    certainly like an answer to that one. 

    But maybe it won't be too easy to get one. I know how these things can be.. 

    And with that we ended our interview. 

    CONCLUSION 

    This girl had a big problem. Her libido was coming on much too strongly for 
    her to handle all of its strange and new impulses. I had several ways of 
    working with her on this, to make her more controlled about these things. I 
    hope that we will have her fully recovered from her strange lust before very 
    long. 

     CASE HISTORY FOUR 

    SUBJECT: Judy H. AGE: Sixteen 

     INTERVIEW ONE 

    Judy was certainly one of the loveliest girls it has ever been my pleasure 
    to meet, I must admit. She was just the sort of girl I could go for if I was 
    a couple of decades younger. But that it neither here nor there. The girl 
    had a problem and it was my responsibility to help her solve that problem. 
    And that was just what I intended to do. Because she was so lovely I felt a 
    special need to try and cure her of her problem. 

    I don't know when I started having these feelings I have towards my father. 
    I guess it must be the very unusual circumstances of our family that 
    accounts for my perverse inclinations towards him. I don't really know. I 
    guess that's why I'm here talking to you, Doctor, so you can tell me what 
    I've done wrong, why I've felt the way I feel, and why I've done the things 
    that I have done and that are bound to affect me for the rest of my life. 

    You see, my father left the family when I was very young, and we never heard 
    anything from him for the longest time. And then one day, out of nowhere, he 
    just showed up again. There he was, smiling and happy and ready to join the 
    family again. I hardly recognized him from when he used to live with us, 
    when he was truly my father instead of the stranger that he had become in 
    the interim. I didn't know what kind of work he had been doing, but whatever 
    it was it kept him in good health and top shape. He was quite handsome, and 
    I could see how my mother refused to hate him even after he had abandoned us 
    for so long. But she should have known that he was a rascal. I was one to 
    find it out for myself. I don't mean to say that he is entirely responsible 
    and should take all the guilt on his shoulders. Not at all. I know that I 
    played a very big part in what happened. Without my own strong desires and 
    willing perversity, he would never have tried anything with me, I am quite 
    sure of that. I think that he is a rascal but he is not a rapist and you 
    could not say that I was molested. I went along quite willingly, getting 
    quite as much pleasure out of it as he did. Yes, I got myself into that 
    predicament. The only way that you can say that my father is more 
    responsible than I am is if you pursue the idea that because he is older and 
    wiser and I am just a brat of sixteen, then he should have kept me away from 
    this sort of temptation. But I am almost an adult, and you could not really 
    say that he had ever taken the position of his daughter's keeper. You almost 
    had to ignore the incest angle to this thing and just look at it as two 
    people who were very attracted to each other and acted upon their feelings. 
    That was what happened between us and you can judge how right or wrong it 
    must have been at the time. 

    I don't know, Doctor. Can you say that under the same circumstances you 
    would have resisted any better than my father did? I mean look at me, I'm a 
    pretty gorgeous specimen, right? Big tits, wide, round ass, fat, hot pussy. 
    Any guy would have to be crazy not to want to fuck the-likes of me, that's 
    what I would have to say, in all modesty. 

    You'll want to know the details of what led to the sexual congress between 
    us, I suppose, so let me set the stage for you, Doctor. As I said, my father 
    returned to the home after being away for quite a long time. None of us was 
    expecting to see him ever again and we more or less gave up thinking about 
    him. Maybe not my mother, though. I have a feeling that she still thought of 
    him from time to time, but then she knew him the longest and was the one who 
    had slept with him. 

    After the initial shock had worn off we were all delighted to see him. He 
    was gone long enough so that we didn't hold much bitterness towards him any 
    more. No, almost all of that had worn off. And he was such a charmer, almost 
    a con man, if you will, that he neatly kept us off the subject of his having 
    run away all those years ago. 

    He was a charmer, all right. He charmed the panties right off of me, and I'm 
    sure that he did it to an endless stream of women in all the places where he 
    had been wandering since he left us. 

    We were having a great time with him while he stayed with us. Everyone was 
    enjoying his company, and I think you could say that I was enjoying it most 
    of all. I was showing him off everywhere. I was taking him to meet my 
    girlfriends and we were going to all of the places where I usually hang out, 
    the malt shop and the like. And he was borrowing my mother's car in the 
    afternoon to come and pick me up from school. I felt really happy now that 
    he was there. It was like he was filling some gap that had been there till 
    he arrived. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly but I knew that it was 
    very good for me having him there. Or so I thought, in my deluded, selfish 
    way. In that sense, I guess you can say that all of this led to the 
    inevitable. If we were getting closer and closer why didn't I predict that 
    we would finally get as close as two people can get, and have sex together? 
    I don't know why things turned out the way they did. Surely a daughter can 
    have love and respect for her father without wanting to go to bed with him, 
    but in my case that just seemed to be the logical extension of my feelings. 
    Now I don't mean to say that anything would have happened if he had not made 
    the first move, but I'm trying to say that I was ready for it, and I was 
    only too eager once my father made his intentions known to me. Then you 
    couldn't have beaten me off of him with a stick. 

    Well, the inevitable as I say, finally happened one evening when we had the 
    house to ourselves. Everybody was out somewhere for the whole evening. We 
    returned from dinner where we had been drinking a lot of wine with it. I was 
    pretty tipsy and in a real good mood. My father was saying some very funny 
    things and was even more charming than usual. I should have known that 
    something was in the air but I just didn't sense it in time, I guess. I 
    don't know. Maybe I didn't want to sense it till it was too late. 

    We were home and we were joking around. I don't remember when we started 
    touching each other. It was just a lot of playful business in the beginning. 
    Nothing more than that, I can assure you. I don't think that it was in my 
    mind to let it lead into something more, though it might have been an idea 
    in my father's head at that point. He certainly moved fast when he did move. 

    "Jeeze, did I tell you what a beautiful, sexy girl you've become, baby?" he 
    said to me, hugging me and patting me on the ass. "Yes, you certainly have. 
    I can't get over it. When I left you were just a toddler. Who would have 
    ever known that you would turn into something as beautiful as this, hm? It's 
    quite amazing. I guess it's mostly your mother's doing that you're all such 
    beautiful children. She's beautiful, too. A real sexy woman, even if she is 
    in her forties." 

    "Well, you're sexy too, Daddy," I said. It seemed like the appropriate thing 
    to say. I wanted to soothe his ego because I liked him so very much. I liked 
    him a lot and I would have done anything for him. I did do anything for him. 

    "Oh, baby, you don't know how exciting it is to hear that from you ... that 
    I really appeal to you, that I'm not just a doddering old man to you. Shit, 
    I really envy those boys at school who get a crack at you." 

    I said to him, "A guy like you doesn't have to envy anybody, Daddy." You can 
    take that as a come-on if you will. I don't know why I said it, but I said 
    it, and I took the consequences, and quite willingly as a matter-of-fact. 

    "You don't know how much I want you, baby ... I've wanted you since the 
    moment I first laid eyes on you," he said to me with a look of lust. 

    He eyed me hungrily. He moved his mouth against mine and grabbed me around 
    the waist. My heart felt like it was beating at twice its normal speed. He 
    pulled me tighter against him. I opened my mouth wide to his lips. We kissed 
    soulfully. I was a little drunk and I was very excited and hot. I wasn't 
    asking myself if it was right or wrong, I was only telling myself that it 
    had to be. His tongue entered my mouth and I responded as excitedly to that 
    rubbery flesh moving between my lips as I would if it were a cock rather 
    than his tongue. I moaned and shivered and clung to him tightly. My blood 
    boiled over. I got more and more excited. I could feel my pussy juice 
    shooting out like a waterfall. I knew there was no turning back at this 
    point. It was going to happen and nothing could be done to stop it, I was 
    sure of that. I was going to be fucked by my own father. 

    "Oh, oh, fuck me, Daddy," I heard myself moan and I thought for a moment 
    that it was some other girl who was saying that. This man did not seem to be 
    my Daddy at all at the moment. He was just a handsome, charming stud who was 
    going to give me just what I wanted in life. That is all that I wanted. I 
    wanted his cock in my hot, quaking pussy. 

    I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his prick. It was big and fat and 
    meaty and I glanced down at it while Daddy ran his lips over my face and 
    throat and saw that it was already getting hard. It was very hard, harder 
    than any boy's cock that I had ever seen before. It was wonderful, Doctor, 
    to have such a hard cock in my hand. I liked the feel of his hard cock and I 
    liked the way that it got even harder in my hand as I stroked it. 

    And then I wondered what it would taste like, and I determined to find out. 
    I was somehow sure that he would not mind. I mean, how could a man mind if a 
    pretty girl like me sucks his cock. I thought that that was the most natural 
    thing in the world. 

    And I pulled away from him and lowered myself down and I heard him groan as 
    I moved my face over his man-root. It was like a spear, I thought. And it 
    was going to stab me. But, strangely, I was not afraid of being stabbed by 
    that spear. That weapon was something that would make me a better girl when 
    it was in me, I kept thinking. 

    And then everything changed. Everything changed for the worse, and my father 
    erupted in the strangest way. He seemed to turn into a monster right in 
    front of my eyes. 

    Oh, Doctor, I cannot talk about that change right now. I cannot talk about 
    it. Please, let me go. Don't make me talk about it. I will try to tell you 
    about it during our next visit. I promise, Doctor. I just don't want to be 
    made to talk about it right now. 

     INTERVIEW TWO 

    The next week, Judy came back to see me. She seemed to be more assured of 
    her own intentions, but she still faltered. I suppose that she knew that she 
    would have to tell me about what happened with her father sooner or later, 
    but she tried to put off the inevitable. She talked about my fee and 
    wondered how much this was going to cost her, as if money was the most 
    important thing in the world to her. I played along with her game for a 
    little while and then I asked her point-blank if she was going to tell me 
    about what happened with her father or not. She sighed and she started the 
    story, one of the strangest that I have ever heard in all my years of 
    practice. And yet the story is also very traditional and points up many 
    things about the usual incestuous relationship. 

    I did not even get a chance to really suck his cock like a lover should, 
    Doctor. He got real angry right away and he started to stand up and I rolled 
    off him and fell onto the floor. 

    "You fucking slut!" he screamed. "You worthless, little slut! You would even 
    suck your own father's dick, wouldn't you?" 

    "But, Daddy," I cried out, almost in tears as I lay there, frightened and 
    hurt by his sudden rejection. "I thought that you wanted to fuck me. I 
    thought that you wanted me to suck your cock and make you feel young and 
    sexy again. 

    "Fucking slut," he snarled again. "Fucking worthless slut-bag." 

    "Daddy." 

    "You have no morals. I knew that I should have stayed home and raised you up 
    right. I knew that I could not trust anyone else to do it. But I wanted to 
    roam around and fuck women and I forgot that I had a responsibility to you 
    and my family. Now you have turned into a little, cock-sucking, worthless 
    whore and I am ashamed of both you and myself, you fucking little cunt. It 
    would serve you right if I did fuck you. If I raped you right now, you would 
    probably love it, wouldn't you, you fucking, little slut?" 

    I sighed and lifted up my arms and again I spoke before I even realized what 
    I was saying. When I heard the words come out, I knew that they shocked me, 
    Doctor, and I knew that they probably shocked my father even more. 

    "Yes, Daddy," I sighed, "rape me. Fuck my pussy until I want to break right 
    open." 

    I guess I was drunk. If I had not been drunk, I would not have said such a 
    thing to him. After all, he was my own father, and I was his daughter. Even 
    though we had not seen that much of each other during my life and even 
    though he was a charmer, I would not have said something like that? to him 
    if I had not been drunk, right, Doctor? 

    I mean, that was the liquor talking in me, wasn't it? 

    After all, a daughter does not beg her own father to rape her if she is not 
    drunk. I mean, that was not really me saying those things to him. I mean-I 
    mean-I mean- 

    All right, god damn it! I did mean it. I did want my father to rape me. I 
    wanted him to fuck me and mostly I wanted him to fuck me because he was my 
    father. I felt that he owed me something for all those years that he had 
    left me alone there in that house with no father to guide me. The least he 
    could do was fuck my cunt. And he was so sexy, Doctor. My father was very 
    sexy. I wanted to feel that big, meaty cock of his in my pussy. That is all 
    that I wanted and I knew that I wanted it because that prick, that cock, 
    that weapon, that spear, that terrible piece of meat that attracted me so 
    much belonged to my father. It belonged it him and he owed me something, 
    Doctor. 

    Anyway, when I said that to him, when I begged him to fuck me, to rape me 
    actually, he got even crazier and I knew that I was in for it then. He 
    ripped off his own clothes in a matter of seconds and then he stood there 
    naked, growling and handling his own prick and slobbering down on me. 

    And then he dropped on his knees and he started to tear at my clothes. When 
    he did that, I sighed. I heaved my body to greet his hands, the hands that 
    were coming down on me with such anger. Even though he was stripping me, 
    tearing my clothes off, I could tell that it was not really an act or love 
    or even lust. It was an act of mad anger and that anger was shooting through 
    him like electricity. I knew that that anger was what was really going to 
    conquer him and conquer me too. 

    When I was naked, my father moved around and looked at me and spread my legs 
    and spit on the hair that grew just above my pussy. I sighed when he did 
    that. I thought that I deserved his spit, the spit that sizzled in that 
    hair. And then my father rammed two of his fingers up my young cunt as if he 
    were trying to break me open there, and I cried out but I wanted him to do 
    that. Yes, I wanted him to be rough with me and make me feel all of those 
    bad things that he probably felt when he looked at me. I cried out and then 
    I spoke to him with all of my pain. 

    "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me. Rape my pussy. I am a little whore. Fuck me. Fuck 
    me. Fuck me. I want to be fucked by you, you handsome big, stud of a daddy." 

    And he growled again and he seemed to be like some kind of animal that was 
    caged in the heat. He moved around my body and lifted my hips up and with 
    his hands and squeezed my nice, rounded ass-cheeks and then he drove that 
    cock right into me with all of his fucking anger. 

    "Oh, Daddy," I sighed when he did that. "That is right. Fuck me. Fuck me 
    like you used to fuck my mother. Fuck me and make me pregnant with your 
    baby." 

    That was a strange thing to say, but it was something that I wanted. Now I 
    know that babies born of incestuous sex have a lot of problems. They are 
    often deformed or mentally retarded, but I did not care. I wanted my 
    father's baby, Doctor. I wanted him to give me something to make up for all 
    of those years and I thought that a baby would certainly make up for those 
    years. A baby was what I really wanted from that stud father of. mine. 

    "I will give you a baby," he snarled as he slammed his cock into my cunt 
    again and again. "I will give you a baby that is a girl so that she will 
    grow up and be a whore just like you are and then I will fuck her when she 
    is old enough and give her a girl too. I will fuck girls in my family as 
    long as I live because you will all be whores and you will cry for it. Won't 
    you, slut? I will fuck you and give you a baby girl and then I will fuck her 
    too." 

    "Yes," I cried. "Fuck me and give me a baby girl and then fuck her too." 

    It was a strange proposition and I did not really think that I would get 
    pregnant with his baby. But I knew that if I did and if the baby was a girl 
    I would wind up offering it to my father in a few years and telling him, 
    begging him to fuck my daughter and his daughter as he had fucked me. 

    I squirmed there on the floor and I fucked him back and Daddy leaned over my 
    body and started to spit on me again and again and I loved that spittle, 
    that hot stuff that came down on my tits and my throat and my face. That was 
    also something that he was giving me, something that I deserved because I 
    had grown up without him around there to make sure that I would be a good 
    girl. 

    I groaned and opened my mouth and let him spit into my mouth and I swallowed 
    his spit because I knew that that spit was just what I deserved. His cock 
    battered my inside and gave me a great heat and he continued to talk to me, 
    to growl to me as he fucked me with his hard spear and gave me no mercy at 
    all. 

    "You fucking, little whore. I will fuck you worse than I ever fucked your 
    mother. You like it rough. She never did. She was a dish-rag lying there on 
    the bed, but you know how to take it, don't you, slut daughter? You know 
    that you are worthless except for fucking and you know that that tight, 
    sweet pussy of yours is only good for-" 

    "Yes," I cried. "Yes, my tight, sweet pussy, my whore cunt, is only good for 
    fucking and fucking hard, you stud daddy." 

    "Fucking piece of shit." 

    "Yes." 

    "Fucking whore." 

    "Yes." 

    "I will give you a baby girl and then I will fuck her pussy too." 

    "Yes.. ' 

    And then my daddy groaned one final time and he came. He shot his good 
    come-cream up into my cunt. 

    "Fucking whore daughter of mine," he cried as he came. 

    And then, when it was over, he pulled his cock out of my cunt and he looked 
    down on me and he cried out in something that sounded to me like pain. 

    "Oh, shit! What have I done? I have fucked my own daughter! I have raped my 
    own daughter! I am the worst pervert in the fucking world!" 

    I lay there with his spittle still running over my flesh and I tried to 
    reassure him, tried to let him know that it was all right with me. 

    "Daddy," I said. "I wanted you to rape me. I asked you to rape me. Remember, 
    Daddy? I wanted it bad, Daddy. And I hope that I have a daughter by you so 
    that you can rape her too." 

    "Fuck! What kind of shit is this! What is she saying! Oh, my god! What is my 
    daughter saying to me!" 

    I don't know who was supposed to answer those questions for him. He was not 
    asking me the questions at all. 

    And he did not wait for any answers. He just got up and ran out the door. He 
    was naked when he did that. He ran naked into the night. I looked at him as 
    he ran naked out the door and then I heard the car motor start and I heard 
    the tires squeal and I knew that he was gone. 

    I just lay there on the floor and sighed. Then I heard the crash. I did not 
    even have to get up. I knew what it was and I seemed to know too that my 
    father, the man who had just finished fucking me, was dead, deader than a 
    door-nail. I turned on the floor of the living room and looked out that door 
    into the night and I started to weep. 

    I wept out of all the loneliness that I had felt in my life, and I wept out 
    of all the terror that I had felt when he had first changed on me, and I 
    hoped again that I was pregnant so that I would be able to have my father's 
    child. 

    But I was not pregnant, Doctor. I was not pregant and I have not fucked any 
    man since then. I just could not let another man put his dick where my 
    father's dick had been. I hope that you can understand why, Doctor. I hope 
    that you can understand what is going on in my mind. 

    CONCLUSION 

    I do understand what is going on in her mind, and it will take a great deal 
    of money and effort and medical treatment before her mind can be set 
    straight again. Her problem is deep. She felt deserted by her father and 
    then, when he showed up in her life again, she felt that that man had to 
    repay her in some special way. 

    The anger of a child began the lust of a woman and now it is the insanity of 
    a sick woman. 

    I just hope that Judy will be able to afford my fees. I think that I can 
    help her if she can pay what I will charge. 

     CASE HISTORY FIVE 

    SUBJECT: Leigh P. AGE: Nineteen 

     INTERVIEW ONE 

    Leigh is a thin, blonde girl who is very cute in a strange sort of way. She 
    is the kind of girl who seems to reek with nervous tension and I thought 
    immediately that that nervousness might be turned into sexual energy if she 
    found the right man to do it for her. 

    She came to my office one afternoon and sat down and talked to me. I 
    discovered that she worked as a waitress and that she lived alone in the 
    city. She had saved up her money to pay for these visits that she wanted to 
    have, she said, over the past year. She knew she had a problem, but she did 
    not know how to deal with it at all. She hoped that I would be able to help 
    her. 

    When she started her story, I turned on the tape-recorder and listened 
    carefully as she nervously put her experiences into words for me. 

    It is my father, Doctor. He was a sailor and I think that is part of the 
    problem that I have with him. 

    You see, when I was a little girl, he was away from home a lot and I always 
    thought of him as some sort of god-like person. He sailed the seven seas and 
    had great adventures. At least, that is what I thought when I was a little 
    girl. 

    He was actually a chief petty officer on a stupid steamer. 

    He retired from the service when I was seventeen years old and he came home 
    to live with me and my mother. 

    And, suddenly, he was not a hero to me any longer. 

    He was a fucking slave-driver, and it did not take me long to grow to hate 
    that old bastard. 

    He used to sit there in front of the television set and watch game shows in 
    the afternoon and cheer on any female contestant who had big tits. And he 
    would order my mother around and tell her that he did not like the way she 
    kept house. 

    And he would brag about some girl that he had lived with in Tahiti or 
    somewhere like that. 

    He said that that little girl was the best fuck that he had ever had and he 
    was thinking of going back to her and living with her for the rest of his 
    life in that tropical paradise. I know that that hurt my mother when he said 
    things like that. She loved him. But I wished that he would go back to his 
    tropical paradise and leave me and mom alone. 

    But it didn't take me long to realize that my father had no paradise to 
    return to. 

    He did not really have anyone except me and my mother. 

    You would think that that would make me pity him, but it didn't. It just 
    made me angrier when he told those stories about having a girl in every 
    port. I would look at him and I would think that the only way that he could 
    get a girl was to pay her. 

    And I was sure that he had done plenty of that during his travels. 

    I figured that he had fucked a lot of worthless whores in various cities. 

    He was a fat, ugly, old man, and I had trouble figuring out what my mother 
    had ever seen in him, even years before, when he was younger and slimmer. 

    I knew I did not see anything in him except fucking garbage and I wanted 
    that garbage out of my house. 

    I was a senior in high school then and I was dating a guy named Charlie. 

    Charlie was a sweet boy, a senior in high school too, and I was feeling sort 
    ofI don't know-antsy about him, Doctor. 

    I knew that most of the girls in my class in high school fucked boys. 

    And I wanted to fuck Charlie, but he was very sweet and he would never make 
    the move. 

    Finally, one night, I brought it up and I asked Charlie to fuck me. Even as 
    I asked the question, I knew that I sounded like some teen-aged tramp. 

    And Charlie was very shocked that I would want such a thing. 

    "Leigh," he said softly, sitting there in his car, "I thought that you were 
    a good girl." 

    "I am a good girl, Charlie," I assured him, "but I like you a lot and-" 

    "Sex should be saved for marriage," he said. 

    And he turned away from me and looked out at the night that surrounded that 
    car and I knew then that I had lost him. He did not even want to discuss 
    such a thing and I could feel that he did not want to deal with me any more. 
    Charlie wanted a good girl, and he found out that night, I guess, that I was 
    not a good girl at heart. 

    I felt very sad, Doctor. But I knew that it was my own fucking fault for 
    bringing the subject up at all. 

    It was just thoughtlessness, carelessness on my part. 

    And it was also that antsy feeling that I had about sex, my need to discover 
    what it was all about. 

    But I knew then that I would never make the discovery with Charlie. 

    And I thought that I was going to cry for sure. 

    I did not want Charlie to see me cry. I did not want him to feel bad. I 
    understood that he was looking for a good girl and I figured that he 
    deserved a good one, one that was better than I was. So I just got out of 
    the car very quickly and ran into the house. 

    Charlie drove away almost immediately, disgusted with me, I suppose. 

    I got into the house and closed the door behind me and then I wept. I cried 
    like a fucking baby. 

    I knew that it was all my fault, and I knew that everything was going to be 
    my fault for the rest of my life. 

    And then I saw my father sitting there in his chair in front of the 
    television set. 

    He was watching some old movie about the 

    Navy and he was cheering the Navy on. 

    He was drunk. I knew that. My father was always drunk by that time at night. 

    I tried just to go past him, but I didn't make it. I was weeping too hard to 
    really see where I was going, Doctor, and I ran right into his chair and 
    knocked his beer can over and spilled what was left of that beer all over 
    him. 

    "I am sorry," I sobbed to him. 

    But he did not seem to hear me. He grabbed my wrist and held me down in that 
    chair and cursed me. Cursed me, Doctor! His own fucking daughter! He cursed 
    me as if I were one of his whores that he had hired for the night in some 
    lousy part of some city of the world, some whore who preyed on drunken, ugly 
    sailors- 

    I can't go on. I am sorry, Doctor. I just can't. I have to get out of here. 

     INTERVIEW TWO 

    I am used to having emotional females run out of my office and scream that 
    they could not continue with their stories. I know that they usually come 
    back, determined to tell me what is troubling them, especially after they 
    receive my bill for a full session. 

    Leigh came back too. She came back the next week and paid for the session 
    that she had walked out on and paid for the second session in advance. Then 
    she sat there in the chair across from me and she started to talk 
    immediately. Her nervousness was still there, but there was also a 
    determination in her voice. She was determined to get this story out. It had 
    been haunting her for too long. 

    And she was determined to get her money's worth out of me. 

    All right, Doctor, if that is the way that you want to play the game, I can 
    tell you everything that you want to know. But you better help me, Doctor. 
    If you don't help me, I will sue you. I swear I will. I am only a waitress, 
    but I have my fucking rights. And one of my rights- 

    Oh, I guess I am wasting my time and, with you, time is money, isn't it? 

    My money, that is. 

    I believe I left off last week by telling you that my father cursed me after 
    I had spilled the beer on him. Is that right, Doctor? 

    Well, did I tell you what he called me? 

    He called me an island whore. Yes, he called me an island whore. 

    I don't even know what he meant by that, but, when I heard those words, I 
    thought of that girl he claimed that he had fucked in Tahiti or wherever. He 
    had said that that girl was young and sexy and knew just how to please a 
    man, that she had been trained to give a man pleasure from the day that she 
    was born and that she had been fucking since she was twelve or something 
    like that. 

    I do not know how truthful my father was when he told that story about his 
    girl in Tahiti, but that is what I thought about when he called me an island 
    whore. 

    He held onto my wrist and then he grabbed my head and he put his face right 
    next to mine. 

    I could smell his worthless, beer breath on my face and I almost gagged when 
    I smelled that. 

    "Island whore," he said, "lick that fucking beer off my pants." 

    I realize now that he was so drunk that he did not even know the difference 
    between some young girl in the islands that he had probably hired for the 
    night and his own daughter. He was that drunk, stinking drunk, and I hated 
    him more at that moment than ever before, Doctor. I hated him more than I 
    had ever hated anyone in my life. 

    But he was going to have his way with his island whore, and there was 
    nothing that I could do to stop him. He pushed my face down on his pants and 
    he held me there. My father was fat and ugly and drunk but he was strong, 
    strong with drunken rage, and I could not get up. I smelled that beer and 
    his own sweat and I thought for a second that I was going to throw up all 
    over him. 

    "Lick it, you island whore," he snarled at me. "Lick that fucking beer off 
    me, you mangy little whore." 

    And I could not do anything else, Doctor. I could not fight him. He was too 
    fucking strong and he was too fucking mad. 

    I stuck out my tongue and I started to lick that beer off his trousers. 

    And then I was almost certain that I was going to throw up, especially when 
    my tongue moved over the wet crotch of his pants and I felt that hardness 
    under me. 

    My father was getting an erection, Doctor! 

    His own daughter was licking his trousers and that old bastard was getting 
    hard! 

    Doctor, that is not right! I knew that! 

    But there was nothing that I could do. He was strong and mad and he would 
    not let me up. 

    He was so drunk that he did not even realize that it was me. That is the 
    reason that he could do what he did next. I am sure of that. And he did not 
    really know me all that well, either. He had been away most of my life. 
    Maybe I was not like a daughter to him at all. I am not sure what went 
    through his head at that moment, but I knew that it was sick and perverted 
    and very nasty and scummy. 

    But I could not fight him when he did it. He was too strong for me. 

    He started to stand up and he pushed me away from him but he held onto my 
    hair and, when I tumbled to the floor, it hurt me. I whimpered in my pain. I 
    did not scream, Doctor, because I did not want to wake my mother. I guess I 
    knew even then what that bastard planned to do to me and I did not want my 
    mother to see it. 

    I loved my mother, Doctor, and I did not want her to be hurt in any way. 

    The bastard stood up and held onto my hair with one hand while he unzipped 
    those smelly, wet trousers with the other. And he pulled out his cock. 

    That cock was gray and fat and ugly-looking, just like the rest of that old 
    fart. 

    But he pulled me toward that cock and he snarled at me with a voice that was 
    so angry that it frightened me. 

    "Suck that cock, you island whore," he said. "Suck it, you fucking, little 
    bitch. I paid good money to get something like this out of you." 

    And I had to do it, Doctor. I just had to. 

    I was afraid that he would hurt me back if I didn't suck his cock. 

    Now, I had been interested in sex just a few minutes before, so interested 
    and so intrigued with it that I had come right out and asked Charlie to fuck 
    me. If he had wanted me to do it, I would have sucked Charlie's cock that 
    night. 

    But there was a difference, Doctor, a real difference. 

    Charlie had been my sweet, dear boyfriend and I liked him a lot. 

    This was my scummy father and I hated that old fart's guts. 

    But I sucked his cock. I lifted it and sucked it into my mouth and tasted 
    all the sweat and the dirt on it. And I felt the way that I gave the cock 
    life with my own mouth. I knelt before my father and sucked on his prick 
    with everything that I had in me. 

    The gray cock got harder in my mouth and it got bigger too. Soon it was 
    filling me up with its disgusting flesh and it was battering the back of my 
    throat. 

    And I kept thinking that this was my father's cock that I was sucking, that 
    this was my own father's gray, nasty cock. 

    He was too drunk to realize that I was his daughter, but I knew that he was 
    my father. 

    And I hated him. Oh, god, how I hated him as I sucked on that prick. Even 
    when it was big in my mouth, even when it was hard and I still sucked on it 
    and waited for him to shoot his gism down my throat, I hated him. 

    Yes, Doctor, I knew that he would shoot down my throat, and I knew that I 
    would have to take it into me and I knew that I would have to swallow it. 
    And I knew that then I would probably throw up with all the bitterness and 
    hatred that was in me. I knew that I had to do that because he thought I was 
    some island whore. 

    And I felt just like a whore at that moment, Doctor. I knew that Charlie 
    probably thought that I was a whore and I knew that my father thought that I 
    was some whore from his past. And I guessed that, maybe, I was a whore, that 
    something in me drove me to being a whore, and I could not escape my own 
    whoredom, no matter how hard I tried. 

    So I surrendered to the whore in me and I sucked on my father's cock and 
    waited for him to come in my mouth. I figured that, in some way, that would 
    be better, cleaner, than letting him fuck my virgin pussy. 

    And then he came. 

    He shot his load right into me with a groan and he held my head still and 
    slammed his gray, fat, disgusting cock to the back of my throat and he came 
    with spurts down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but then I had 
    to open my mouth and let some of that gism come out of me and run down my 
    chin and land on the floor. 

    And, when he was finished with his coming, my father pushed me away and 
    staggered back into his chair and stared at the television set. He sat there 
    with his cock still hanging out, dribbling come on his pants, and he cheered 
    for the Navy. 

    "You're a sap, Mister Jap! Go, Navy! Get those little, yellow fuckers!" 

    And I ran to the bathroom and threw up, threw up everything that I had 
    inside me. Then I just felt empty, but not completely empty. I still felt 
    that hatred and disgust in me and I knew that part of that hatred and 
    disgust was for my father and part of it, the major part of it, was for 
    myself. 

    I left home the next day and came to the city. I got up early and left 
    before either my father or my mother woke up. 

    Doctor, can you help me? I have to learn how to cope with that disgust that 
    I feel for myself. Am I just an island whore, Doctor? 

    CONCLUSION 

    This is, in many ways, the traditional tragedy of incest. 

    I only wonder if Leigh's father remembers what he did. 

    Probably not. He was drunk at the time, and he probably also does not want 
    to remember the thing that he did to his own daughter. I know from my 
    experience that men have a way of forgetting things that they do not want to 
    remember. 

    But women, for some psychological reason, have a lot of trouble forgetting 
    such things. They carry the burdens of guilt around with them and let the 
    burdens turn into terrible things as they go over the events of their lives 
    again and again in their minds. 

    Leigh has blamed herself for something that was not her fault at all. 

    She had the traditional, teen-aged fascination and wonder about sex, but she 
    was no whore. Both her boyfriend and her drunken father were wrong. 

    And her father has marked her psychologically with his drunken assault upon 
    her. 

    I hope that I will be able to help her. Before she left, I returned the 
    money that she paid me for that first session and showed her that I was 
    interest in her for her story and not just for her money. 

    Naturally, I will charge for future sessions, but I had to show Leigh that I 
    liked her and wanted her to like me. 

    Such a relationship is necessary if a doctor is going to help his patient. 

    And I certainly hope that I will be able to help young Leigh. 

    She seems so helpless and desperate. 

    I would get great pleasure in helping her to become aware of herself and end 
    her torment. 

    GENERAL CONCLUSION 

    Incest is bad. There can be no doubt about that. It harms both parties in 
    the sexual partnership. It is the one taboo that is honored world-wide by 
    all cultures. We should ask ourselves why even primitive people know that 
    sex between closely related people is bad. Why? Because even primitive 
    people are no fools. 

    Incest breaks down society's barriers and it makes the parent or the 
    sibling, the recipient of one kind of pure and honored love, the lover, the 
    person who receives another kind of lustful love. The case histories that 
    you have read here give you several good examples of what kind of 
    relationship an incestuous relationship really is. Incest leads to terrible 
    things, death, insanity, emotional problems that have to be cured by 
    professional doctors. 

    So, before you start looking at the big tits of your daughter or sister, 
    before you start thinking that it might not be too bad to give that member 
    of your immediate family a good poking, remember the case histories that you 
    have read about here. Remember these stories and see that, a few minutes of 
    sexual pleasure is rarely worth the torment that people go through as a 
    result of incest. That must be remembered. Incest drives people together but 
    it forces them apart too. A father and a daughter, a mother and a son, a 
    brother and a sister. These relationships are things given by some higher 
    power and they are sweet in and of themselves. When they are marred by 
    incestuous sex, they become confused and oftentimes meaningless. Nothing is 
    gained and everything, every emotion, every bit of peace of mind, every bit 
    of freedom from doubt, everything is lost. 

    Incest is bad. Don't do it. 


    THE END
