Case History 10: Uncle, Niece And Cousin
Walter S. lived an existence of self-destruction, a life that sought to break laws for the sheer emotional pleasure that it brought him; for the psychological satisfaction that was necessary to his very existence.
Since his early teen years, Walter S. had been in trouble with the law. Possessed of charm and wit, he usually avoided jail sentences until he was seventeen, at which time he was apprehended in the act of robbing a service station. He was sentenced to several years in the state prison. He served his time and was released on parole. He succeeded in fulfilling the obligations of parole and was, at last, a totally free man.
Walter secured a job in a retail furniture store. He did well and was promoted after a year. He earned a good salary. He started to spend quite a lot of money and in the course of enjoying himself, he encountered Janet A. who was to become his wife. Walter was twenty-three at the time of his marriage. His wife was four years his senior.
Walter has said that one of the things that attracted him to his wife was that "her father was so much against it." This intrigued Walter. Life became a combat for him: He loved nothing better than to goad his future father-in-law in arguments, in almost everything that would let him feel the thrill of victory over another.
"Walter was always elated when he had bested the older man in something," said Walter's psychiatrist. "Naturally, this resulted from some father-feelings of his own. And it resulted from something else, too. Fatherhood even father-in-lawhood, represents authority, the same kind of authority as a government or the police or prison officials. Walter needed to reject law, fight it, insult it, show his contempt for it in every way possible. It was part of the inner drive toward his own destruction."
Walter settled down with his twenty-seven-year-old wife. After a year of apartment living, they bought a home. Walter worked hard to make it somewhat of a showplace. His wife, aware of Walter's prison record from their first date, thought it wonderful how well Walter had "adjusted to society and its demands."
During their second year of marriage, Janet's parents were killed in an airplane crash. Janet's younger sister, Donna, was left without a home or parents. Only fifteen and in her first year of high school, the girl faced a life of orphan proportions. And then Janet asked Walter if Donna might come and make her home with them.
"Sure," he said at once. "Your old man never treated her very well anyway."
And so fifteen-year-old Donna moved in with Walter and Janet.
Walter didn't mind having Donna around the house at all. She was very attractive. But it is especially interesting that Walter was not motivated sexually toward this child. She was in close proximity to him, she was attractive, and sometimes, it was quite obvious that she was also available. But still, Walter, who was moved to break laws, was not moved to break the one of sexually cohabiting with a minor. Incest did not appear to be his bag at that time.
And then fate dealt again with Walter and his wife. He received a wire from the small town in the West where some of his family still lived. There was a problem and a request. A cousin like Donna, an orphan because of the death of her widowed mother wanted to move South and find a job. Could Walter help? Would he take the cousin, Tammy, into his home until she could make the necessary arrangements for her own place. Walter wired back that he could and would be happy to help out.
"Why not?" he said to his wife. "We've got your kid sister here, might as well have a kin of my own, too. What harm will it do?"
Tammy arrived with a single suitcase and large, round, frightened eyes darting at every corner of the train station. Walter, Janet and Donna met her and welcomed her into their home.
Tammy was seventeen and an exceptional red-haired beauty. She was a tall girl and large boned, but her body was built in perfect proportions with great sexuality as a result. Although timid, and having difficulty with communication because of her introvert quality, Tammy was quite captivating and made an immediate hit with Walter. He had last seen the girl when she was only about eight. It seemed impossible that she had grown up so fast and so beautifully.
A young man himself, Walter nevertheless acted like a father to both Donna and Tammy. The younger girl he helped with school work, the other with looking for a job. Soon, most of his spare time was spent with Donna and Tammy. Walter's wife did not seem to object. This became a matter for considerable psychiatric curiosity from which several opinions were advanced.
"I think the difference in their ages had quite a bit to do with Janet's passivity," said one psychiatrist. "Janet was by nature shy and retiring. She didn't like fuss in any form. And she had always been self-conscious over the fact that she was older than her husband. So, she did not assert herself when she saw that her husband was becoming attached to the two girls in the house. Also, the fifteen-year-old was Janet's younger sister. If it wasn't for Walter's generosity, the child would have been placed in a foster-home or some other type of similar arrangement, therefore, there was an element of gratitude in Janet's attitude toward the situation."
"Janet was non-competitive, and this is why she did not object to her husband paying so much attention to Donna and Tammy," another psychiatrist has said.
Walter made a decided impression upon both the young girls. He looked like a rebel and talked that kind of a role most of the time, although in truth he was law-abiding and quite conservative. However, he did relate experiences he had had while in prison. Unlike most men with a prison record, Walter talked about this part of his life a good deal. He seemed very proud that he had once been a reject from society, that he had been criminally intended and was punished for it. And strangely, when in the company of Donna and Tammy, Walter gave the impression of one soon to flaunt the law again, to break it and show his rebellion. It seemed to be an attitude that he put on especially for the young girls, conscious or not, but there nevertheless. Both girls seemed to enjoy it and were able to press him into a reckless attitude that was not always his true self.
One incident illustrates this to a considerable degree.
Walter invited the three women of his household to go for a ride. It was hot; a ride along the lake would cool them. Janet, Walter's wife, did not want to go. Donna and Tammy accepted the invitation readily and bounded out of the house merrily.
The lakeshore drive was jammed with traffic. Walter grew impatient and began weaving in and out of cars in order to gain the road ahead. But, once freed from a section of bumper-to-bumper traffic, he would only meet another bottleneck. He cursed, hollered at other motorists, cut in and out, and generally drove in a reckless, dangerous manner.
"You'd better be careful," warned Tammy. "You'll get a ticket."
"Oh, hell, who cares!" Walter blurted.
"You mean you don't care?" asked the other girl, Donna.
"I don't give a fuck what they try to do to me," he answered, sounding put-upon and persecuted.
As he continued to disobey traffic laws, Walter seemed to grow happier, as if this very thing gave him the greatest satisfaction. He continued with his reckless driving until both the girls pleaded that he return home immediately. They were no longer enjoying the drive that had brought so much excitement to them earlier.
One night, Walter returned home late from work. He was very drunk. His wife was furious, but rather than argue with him, she left the house, deciding a movie "would calm her." She took her sister, Donna, with her. Tammy remained at home with Walter.
Walter raged around the house, stumbling over furniture, rolling out long curses, and verbalizing his prison experiences, how rotten the officials were, how unfair the law was, how police officials were "crooked." He kept on drinking as he fumed about the house.
Tammy tried to calm him. Once she picked him up from where he had fallen over the arm of a chair. Finally, she put her arm around him, supported him in an upright position, and escorted him toward the bedroom. Walter's hand had reached around his cousin and was suddenly upon her full tits, holding her there. The young girl did not think too much about it. She knew that he was very drunk and clumsy. But when they reached the bedroom, Walter turned and smiled lewdly at the girl.
"Damn nice of you to take me to the bed, little cousin," he smiled lustfully.
"You'd better get some rest, Walter," the girl told him.
He grinned. Then he whipped his arms around her and jerked her body against his. She turned her head as he sought her mouth, but he was too strong. He forced his kiss upon her. Then, with a mighty lurch, he tumbled her onto the bed and leaped atop her. His hard cock was pressing against his trousers painfully and Walter groaned loudly as he moved about on the bed, trying to position himself.
"No, Walter. No, no, no," the girl pleaded. "You must be crazy or something. The police they're going to get. you for this."
"Ah, shut up," he shouted. "I'm gonna fuck you, kid, so you'd better get ready for this old cock of mine. It's full of juice and it needs a cunt hole and yours is the nearest, so just open up those thighs of yours so we can fuck!"
Tammy began to sob as Walter began to fiercely kiss her, biting into her lips as he held her arms pinned down at her sides. Her squirming only brought Walter to greater frenzy as he shouted, "All right, kid, cut it out! Just let me have that baby cunt of yours and everything will be just fine. One fuck and you'll forget what you're fighting over. Just one fuck from me and your pussy will get so juicy you won't be able to stand not having my cock in your honey-hole."
Walter laughed wildly, then brought one hand to the front of her dress. He jerked it downward and her dress ripped apart, exposing her large, lush tits. She had not worn a bra and her full beauties jumped to freedom as the blast of cool air rushed against them. Tammy trembled in fright as Walter bent his head downward and began to nibble on her rose-brown nipples, pressing his lips and teeth against one nipple until he brought screams to Tammy's lips. And then Walter raised one hand and slapped Tammy across the cheek. She screamed still harder. He struck her again, screaming, "Shut up, you goddamn bitch. I'm gonna fuck you, so shut up or you'll get hurt."
Tammy continued whimpering, fighting him all the way. Walter overpowered her at every turn and finally his cock shot into her cunt hole, ravaging her virginal body with his battering prick blows while she continued sobbing. Then, as if resigned to the fucking that had been imposed upon her, Tammy ceased the struggle and gave up her pussy hole with a somewhat passive attitude.
The sexual affair with his cousin fulfilled some anti-social need of Walter. He threatened the girl whenever she sought to end the affair. And soon, as if doubly spurred by taboos, Walter forced his sexual attentions upon the fifteen-year-old sister of his wife, achieving for himself an incest of two degrees; blood, and affinity, both of which his wife finally discovered and reported to the police.
When finally apprehended, Walter was heard to exclaim, "Well, I knew this fucking couldn't go forever. But, man, oh, man, while we fucked it sure as hell was one blast!"
Walter was brought to therapy sessions where it was attempted to bring to light the deep, hidden repressions that had been part of Walter's psychological make-up for many, many years. It was hoped that Walter would be brought to understand what had occasioned these desires in him, these hurtful desires that brought him to rape his own niece as well as the sister of his own wife. It is not known at this date whether or not Walter's therapy was successful.