Chapter 1
If one were to believe the writings of many popular sexologists today, one would be forced to conclude that incest is receiving the lion's share of attention. Probably greater attention is being paid to this sexual phenomenon now than at any other time in the history of sex writings.
Perhaps a great deal of this has to do with the breakdown in society that today is being reflected in so many ways. Unrest of all shapes and manners seems to be the byword of the day. There is campus unrest, political upheaval, disturbances in the cities, and turmoil in the home.
The building blocks of conventional society are being questioned and shattered by those who feel, and have felt for some time, that too much faith and reliance has been placed in the determined order of things. And this in itself forms the basis for what we have come to know today as the rejection of the establishment.
Many self-styled sociologists are quick to believe that it is only among the Hippie element that the establishment rejection is strongest felt. But one has only to pick up the daily newspaper to find that such is not the case. Far from it, the young people of today whose lives are couched in the comfortable security of the middle-class working family are throwing up their hands in disgust when they observe the trouble that surrounds them in the world and in their own community.
How is it, they ask, that we can become so sure of our ways and of our restrictions on behavior when there is so much legalized antisocial behavior being condoned right at this moment? They point with considerable logic and understanding at the Vietnam war, and at our insistence that such a war is right, and honorable and necessary. How can we feel that way about the war, they ask, or indeed about any war.
As a consequence they now scorn the conventional laws of society, particularly in those areas where there is apparent pleasure to be gotten and little or no harm to go with it.
Thus we come to the sexual revolution as it stands today. And to properly understand this revolution and the thinking of its revolutionaries, it is necessary to remember that what was once prohibited is now permissible in many quarters. And what is prohibited now may be permissible in the coming years.
Thus we can see that the previous emphasis on the lower classes and the less fortunate economic and social groups as predominant participants in social revolutions is simply no longer valid.
When it comes to incest we might be forced to agree with the sexologists who tell us that a whole new set of rules must be applied to our understanding of the situation as it exists today.
In their study Pornography And The Law, Drs. Eberhard and Phyllis Kronhausen state that:
"It appears that incest behavior in the American community is connected with lower social status and delinquency. For our purposes it is sufficient to keep in mind that incest behavior is not as uncommon in certain other segments of the community as one might be led to believe, even though accurate statistics are at present lacking."
Future studies will no doubt include more than enough statistics and case references to indicate the prevalence of this particular form of sexual activity in the "better" families.
CASE HISTORY
Darlene G., age eighteen, is the product of a good home. Her father is an account executive with one of the major credit card companies and earns an income which would place the family in a definite upper middle-class rank. Both parents are college educated, and naturally want the same for Darlene and her brother Paul, age twenty.
The family resides in a respectable neighborhood and their lawn stays as neatly trimmed and manicured as do the ones surrounding them. Darlene's father has always placed considerable emphasis on appearance, and has worked to stress this quality on Darlene and Paul.
As a consequence both the boy and the girl went through their high school years striving to become leaders in their respective classes. Paul won honors on the school basketball team without ever letting his grades slide, and Darlene distinguished herself on the school newspaper, in the debate society and on the dean's list.
Both children felt the father's drive early in life and sometimes resented the fact that they couldn't just take it easy and go their own way, as so many of their classmates apparently did.
Both particularly resented the father's restrictions on their dating, always making certain that he knew of the dating partners. Those that he didn't approve of were rejected and made uncomfortable when they came to the house.
As a consequence Darlene decided that she had best start seeing boyfriends on the outside, preventing them from coming under her father's scrutiny. This, together with the fact that she resented what she considered her father's inability to keep up with the times, lead to the incestuous activity between her and Paul.
Paul worked full time at a local gas station during the summer between his years at the state university. Darlene frequently went to the station for gas and usually it was Paul who waited on her. As a rule there were other employees around, all busy with their own duties.
Then, on one particularly hot summer day, Darlene drove her second-hand car into the station. The heat had been sweltering all day and to make herself comfortable she had changed into a two-piece sunsuit. She knew what kind of figure she cut in the sunsuit. Her breasts were full and ripe and creamy white in the area that had been shielded from the tanning rays of the sun. The nipples were firm and pressed against the thin cloth of the halter like little darts.
The pants clung to her hips and her ass like a form-fitting bathing suit. Her youthful curves, both side and rear showed themselves to their best advantage and she knew what kind of an impact this made on the men who gave her the once-over. Best of all, she knew that the tightness of the pants tugged smoothly below her stomach, and her full, pouted cunt pressed against the fabric making a little bulge down at her crotch.
Of course this was nothing like the bulge she had seen in her brother's pants, but after all she reasoned that he had more to work with. She had watched him quite often as he walked around in his tight jeans, and she wondered just how many girls he had sunk his cock into by now.
Boys got it so much easier than girls, she figured, since they were the ones who could do the asking. At least that had been the case in her experience. She liked fucking and sucking, and she liked the feel of a boy's hands working over her tits. She liked sex quite a bit and wanted to get all she could.
Darlene was sick and tired of this jazz her parents kept feeding her. She had no intention of saving herself for the man she was going to marry—assuming her father would ever approve of the man in the first place. Her cherry had been picked two years earlier by the young teacher who ran the debate society.
They had gone off to a debate at a nearby college and had stayed behind after the event was over. He parked with her on a secluded road and there in the back seat of his car had introduced her to his thick cock, and his spurting hot sperm. And he had sucked on her boobs and nibbled her clit until she had begged him to shove his dork into her. And she got her wish.
From that time on Darlene had avoided getting involved in any kind of relationship with any one boy. She dated just enough to meet new cocks and to keep her cunt nice and juicy.
Of course she felt that she was being cheated by having to meet her lovers on the sly. She didn't want to risk her father finding out, and as a consequence she didn't get as much fucking as she would have liked.
And that particular afternoon, when the sun continued to send its baking rays down on her body, she decided she wanted a good fuck and she had also decided where she was going to get it.
She drove into the station and pulled alongside one of the pumps. Her brother was inside the garage working on a car and he stopped what he was doing when he saw her little car outside. As he walked out to where she was parked Darlene looked around and noticed young Jed and Maurice in the garage. They were the other employees that old Mr. Jellison had to run the station.
Paul walked up to the car and leaned down into the window. Darlene saw his eyes drop to her halter, and she knew that it was just loose enough for him to see the milky white flesh that was cushioned inside it. She glanced down to his crotch and felt like licking her lips at the sight of his bulge.
Standing as close to the car as he was, Darlene knew that it would be well within her arms grasp to reach out and fondle that bulge and rub her hand up and down against it until her brother's prick got good and hard. She sucked in her breath quickly in an effort to stifle the little electric surge that had just poured into her and down into her twat.
Darlene made up her mind right then and there that her brother was going to fuck her. Her father had made things difficult enough for her, and now she was going to get a strange kind of revenge. She was going to get her come from his son!
Of course the thought crossed her mind that maybe Paul wouldn't be as free-thinking about the whole thing as she was. While he had also been under his father's scrutinizing thumb, she figured that he was getting plenty of gash in college. But this was the summer, and there weren't so many opportunities in town as on the campus.
And Darlene thought of one other thing. The kind of determination and drive that her father worked so hard to instill in her was going to help her now. She would use everything she had, and every trick she knew of to get her brother's tool stuffed inside her box.
"Fill it up," she told her brother, and he went back to the gas tank and took off the cap. She smiled to herself as she watched him in the rear-view mirror at her little double entendre. "I would like to have told him right out to fill up my snatch," she thought to herself, "but that will come soon enough. And then will I ever drain his tank!"
Paul came around again and asked her if she wanted him to check under the hood. She got bolder then and reached up to adjust her halter. She worked at it just long enough for her actions to become obvious, and then smiled at him.
"Yeah. Go ahead and look under it."
Darlene watched him then through the windshield and saw the way his muscled torso strained against the pale blue shirt that was part of the gas station uniform. Her pussy started to itch from the desire she had to wrap her arms around his young, hard body and draw him into her, deep and hard and hot. She wanted the feel of his body pressing against hers, and his hands kneading her tits. And she was going to have it!
Paul finished with the car and came around to collect the money. Then, as Darlene paid him she decided to make her move.
"Paul, I've been thinking about going down to the lake for a swim. The heat's been so bad and all, and I figured a nice cool dip before dinner would really hit the spot."
"That sounds like a good idea. Think of me while you're cooling off."
"Listen Paul, I can do better than that. You finish up here in about twenty minutes, don't you. Well, why don't I just wait around and we can both go for a quick swim. You look like you can use it."
"But I don't have my swim suit. We'd have to I stop by the house first and that would take too much time. It's a shame too, especially since I really could use a cooling off."
Darlene glanced down at his crotch again and saw that he had more of a bulge now than he had had before. Her little trick with the halter had worked, and her brother's cock was starting to swell from the luscious sight.
"Don't worry," she said, "I thought of that already. I've got your suit in my bag in the back."
With that the date was set and Darlene pulled the little car off to the side and waited until Paul's quitting time. She entertained herself by thinking about the times when she had thought about her brother as a sex object before. She remembered the time when he was about fifteen and she caught him jerking off in the basement. She had really been amazed at the sight of that hard rod sticking up in a place where she didn't have anything but a soft hole. And she was almost startled when Paul had begun to moan and jerk harder and faster and then spurt a big glob of thick white cream into the air.
And she remembered the time when she had peaked through the keyhole of the bathroom door and had watched him while he was getting ready for a shower. That was when she got a good glimpse at his hairy bag hanging down below his prick. She had seen the outline of two ball-like things inside his bag and she wondered what they were for.
Later on, after dating the debate instructor she found out what they were for. In addition to holding a treasure house of cream, they were also good for sucking into the mouth and drawing on them like pieces of hard candy.
Suddenly she was startled out of her daydreams by the sound of the door opening and she glanced sharply around as Paul got in and sat next to her.
"Okay, let's make it for the lake," he said.
In a minute they were driving swiftly down the road on the way to the little lake at the edge of town. Darlene knew a little back road that-some of her boyfriends had used when they had parked for fucking, and she decided that an out-of-the-way place like that would be perfect for her game of brotherly love.
The drive was quickly over and Darlene had the car nestled back at the far edge of the lake. She knew the thick growth and the denseness of the trees would insure privacy for their lovemaking. It was still early enough in the summer and the trees and bushes were still green with their lush foliage. There was a slight breeze in the air and the leaves on the trees made muffled rustling sounds.
Darlene jumped out of the car and grabbed her little beach bag. Paul was already a little ways down the path leading to the water's edge and she quickly caught up to him. Then, when they reached the last of the bush growth Paul turned and asked for his swim suit.
"I can change right behind one of these bushes," he said.
Darlene started rummaging through the bag, pulling out a towel and an inflatable pillow and some sun tan lotion. Soon Paul realized that there was nothing else in the bag.
"Well what do you know," Darlene exclaimed, "I forgot the damn swimsuits—yours and mine!"
"Aw shit, Darlene, what the fuck good are you, anyway! You told me you had the damn thing."
Then Darlene made a hopeless glance around and suddenly brightened.
"Look Paul, why let this spoil the chances for a nice swim. We can go in anyway. After all, there's nobody around but you an' me and we don't count."
She gave Paul her sweetest, most kittenish smile.
"I don't know," Paul worried. After all, what would Dad say if he ... "
"For God's sake Paul! Haven't you had enough of what Dad says when you're back at that college. I bet you have one hell of a time! Come on, admit it!"
Paul grinned knowingly. Darlene knew that she had struck a point and was now determined to win out.
"And don't worry about being shy, either. After all, you're not going to see anything on me that you haven't seen before. And as far as your equipment goes, I know all about it!"
With that Paul started to strip down. He slipped out of the blue gas station shirt and the faded jeans and then worked his shorts down. Darlene was already naked, having removed her halter and pants in a flash. She tried not to make it obvious that she was watching her brother get naked, but when she glanced up and saw him gazing at her round, firm boobs and then the hairy patch around her cunt, she let herself watch his cock and balls boldly and openly.
In this way brother and sister looked at each other appreciatively for a few moments, perfect examples of two beautifully proportioned, well-equipped young animals. Paul's cock started to harden, and as soon as it did he jerked away suddenly and rushed for the water.
Darlene jumped in after him and they swam around their corner of the lake for several long minutes. Then, as they neared each other, Paul playfully splashed water on his sister. She retaliated in kind and they horsed around like this, laughing and shouting. Then they started to wrestle and to try to duck each other under the coolness of the water and their bodies pressed against each other while doing so.
Suddenly Darlene felt something hard pressing against her leg and knew immediately that Paul was aroused. She longed to reach down under the water and take his hard prick in her hands but she was afraid that he might be scared off if she made a move too soon. She decided to let him make the play for a while.
To help him along she pressed herself against him time and time again, all supposedly as a result of their horseplay. She noticed Paul's eyes every now and then and she felt sure that what she saw was the hots for her body.
Soon they tired of playing in the water and decided to bask in the sun up on the grass alongside the lake. Darlene and her brother sprawled out naked and side by side, quietly regaining their breath from their strenuous exercise.
And while they were resting their eyes roamed over each other's body. Paul now made no pretense of avoiding his sister's boobs and her twat, and Darlene felt her attention riveted on Paul's thick cock, which now lay soft and shriveled from the water, and on his hairy pouch which encased his balls.
The relaxing quality of the water, and the warmness of the air and the whispering secludedness of the location filled them both with an awareness of their youth, and of their desires. Darlene's heart pounded as she let her hand slowly move forward until it rested on Paul's muscular thigh. Very gradually she let her fingers trace lines up and down along his thigh, working her fingertips around and around in the curly ringlets of the hair.
Paul watched her boobs at first, taking in their rising and falling with each of his sister's breaths, and then he lowered his gaze to her pussy. The thick lips of her cunt were plainly visible now since the water-sogged cunt hair was flattened. He placed one hand along the smoothness of her stomach, and then gradually worked down until he had reached the top of her luscious triangle.
"Think what Dad would do if he knew," Paul chuckled, and both brother and sister knew then that their urge to retaliate against their father's forcefulness had sealed the destiny of this moment.
Their bodies rolled together and they kissed. Their lips pressed together painfully hard, and Paul put his hands behind Darlene's head and crushed her even tighter to him. Their lips parted and their tongues met, whipping together in a frenzy of passion. Then Darlene began to suck on Paul's tongue and used her teeth to bite down on it with quick, stabbing little bites.
Her brother moaned and he worked his body closer to hers until her boobs were almost flattened against his chest. Then he edged his lower body back and forth until he felt his rigid dork press against her cunt. Now it was Darlene's time to moan, and she reached down and gripped the shaft of Paul's organ, squeezing it tightly in her hand.
Very slowly she began to rub the hard length of it, going all the way down to the root and then back up again to the nub of his cockhead. She let a fingernail slide back and forth across his slit and she felt his body twitch and jerk.
Still they kissed, frantically and wildly, and soon Darlene's tongue was so stimulated that she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled back away from her brother and ducked down to his crotch, swooping down on his prick and taking the whole length of it in her mouth.
She gagged immediately, which helped to subside her over-eagerness, and she pulled back so that she could suck on a comfortable three-quarters of it. Then she grabbed his balls in her hand and roughly handled them, rubbing them against each other and squeezing his bag until he moaned.
Paul pulled away from her then and reversed his position so that he could suck on her cunt while she sucked on his cock. He burrowed into her patch like a starving animal, biting and gnawing and sucking all at the same time!
He worked his face around and around her snatch, letting her moist hair and flesh caress his face, and then he pressed up into her slit and quickly found the throbbing clit. He licked it back and forth several times, and then pressed down harder and wrapped his lips around it.
Darlene loved the feeling of her brother's lips on her clit, but she also loved the feel of her brother's cock, and she loved the taste even more. Up and down she travelled on that rigid staff, letting the saliva build up in her mouth the whole time. She knew from past experience that guys liked a good wet cock bath, and she intended to give her brother the best she had ever given anybody.
And every time she pulled back to the tip of his cock she let her tongue whip around the swollen head. Back and forth across it and then up and down. She tried several times to work her tongue into his slit but the most she succeeded in doing was stimulating his already throbbing dork to even greater proportions.
Paul made sure his hands didn't stay idle, and massaged each of her tits, kneading them hard and heavy like a baker works on bread dough. Then he flicked his fingers across her distended nipples, sometimes squeezing and sometimes rubbing. And pretty soon he established a kind of rhythm between his flicking tongue and his flicking nails. He knew that his sister was getting jolts from her cunt and from her boobs all at the same time.
Then he felt the pressure building up in his loins, and he knew that his sister's ducking mouth was turning his seed into boiling lava. Darlene knew this too, since her sensitive mouth could feel the pulsing throbs in her brother's cock building faster and faster.
Suddenly she pulled away and fell back on the grass, gasping for air. Paul looked up, startled and dismayed and the sudden lack of attention to his aching prick.
"Not that way," she moaned, "I don't want you the first time that way. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me for the first time."
With that she spread her legs and Paul looked down into the furry patch that was his for the taking. He changed position again and quickly mounted her, ready to stab her with his cock.
He took his prick in his hand and worked it right up against her hole. Then he pushed forward and Darlene felt his thick cockhead penetrate her and sink deeply. In a second her snatch was filled with her brother's prick, and she gave a mighty sigh of happiness and satisfaction.
Paul's hips were pressed tightly against hers, and he began to move slowly around and around. He began to grind in a circle, something like a fucking corkscrew, and Darlene felt every burning inch of her snatch getting massaged by her brother's flaming sword. Around and around he went, and then Darlene brought her legs up and wrapped them around her brother's waist. Paul was amazed by the viselike grip that his sister's legs created, and he sensed then for the first time how much she had wanted to be fucked by him.
He pulled back as much as her leg lock would allow, giving his cock a good bit of room to plunge down into her again. Then he rammed her again, letting his aching prick be enveloped in his sister's juicy snatch. He pulled back again and again, and rammed her again and again, and soon both of them were pushing and pulling like ramrods.
Darlene already felt herself on the brink of a come and urged him to hurry. She liked it best when her come and guy's come all happened together, and her steaming twat ached now for the relief of her brother's hosing.
Paul complied and rammed her harder and faster, feeling his own cream about to reach the point of erupting. Faster and faster he went, sending his dork deep inside her with each crazed thrust. Then he knew he could hold it no longer and rammed her for the last time, spurting a steady stream of seed into her cunt.
Almost at the same instant Darlene shrieked, and gripped even tighter with her legs. Her body jerked several times and her cunt walls contracted along the length of her brother's prick. They had come together just as she had wanted.
Afterward they lay together beneath the last rays of the setting sun, and finally the coolness of the evening air made them get up and get dressed. And during the drive home they talked of all the times and places when they could fuck and suck again. And they talked of all the different things they would try with each other.
The summer's end didn't spell the end of their relationship, since the college campus was a reasonable drive away. Darlene went down to the campus almost every Saturday during the football season, and sometimes Paul would fix her up with a date and sometimes they dated each other.
Darlene liked those times best, since afterward Paul would get a motel room, and they would fuck for the rest of the evening. And each time it gave Darlene even greater satisfaction knowing what it would do to her father if he only knew.
She wondered if one day she might even tell him.