Case History 15: Brother And Sister: Teenagers, And Sexual Lovers
This case history involved another brother-sister incestuous partnership. That of Beth Anderson and her brother, Gary. Where the preceding case displayed elements of companionship, compatibility and love between the brother and sister, the relationship between Beth and Gary demonstrates the force that hostility and hate has in some incestuous encounters.
Beth and Gary were two and a half years apart in age and oceans removed from each other in the matter of their parents' affection. Gary was the older. He was bright and handsome and the favorite of both the mother and father. All plans centered around Gary. Whatever Gary wanted, he surely got. Gary also got many things he never requested: clothes, sporting equipment, money, and especially the total attention of his father.
Beth was pretty, but her parents seldom noticed it, and never mentioned it. Not to her, or anyone else. Beth, younger than her brother, usually wore a cheated look upon her face. As if she had come to the family too late to have any love left over for her. Beth did well in school, but her marks were never quite what Gary's had been in the same grade, so she received little praise and no reward for her ability which had placed her in the upper third of her classes during elementary school.
Mr. Anderson and his son, Gary, were constant companions on weekends. From the boy's thirteenth birthday, the males of the fished together, hunted, attended baseball football games in season, and enjoyed the companionship of each other that Beth never knew with anyone.
One would think that Beth would find solace for her paternal neglect in the figure of her mother. Not so, however. When the men weren't present, Mrs. Anderson was too busy for her daughter. When she took time to even talk to the child, the conversation centered on Gary, how good-looking he was, how bright, how athletic how everything, all of which Beth was already well-reminded of every day of her life for as long as she could remember.
Beth began to try and determine what it was about herself that displeased her parents so. When she was fourteen she recognized that she was pretty, even if in a plain sort of way, and she did well in school and was popular enough with her peers. What was it that was wrong? What had she done? A crime perhaps a horrible crime when she was young that she could not remember? What was it?
Quite simply, it was nothing. Nothing special. The Andersons, only second-generation Americans, were very male-centered. They could not help but be this way. So male-centered and Gary-centered were the Andersons that they did not even recognize that they neglected their female child.
Through psychiatric reconstruction of a life, it was determined that it had not always been this way. Once, Beth did receive attention. Quite a lot of it, at that. But, unfortunately, for this particular child, it was the kind of attention she would have been better off without.
When the children were little, Beth about two and Gary nearly four, Mr. Anderson made a game of taking a shower. He would invite the small children to join him within the tiled cubicle and beneath the needle-spray. The children loved the game. Naked and bouncing about together seemed like the very best kind of fun. But in the community of being naked and showering together, certain directions were given to Beth's attitudes that later went to make up her problems and her feelings of hostility and hate. For one thing, father and son each had a penis. She did not. She was sure she had somehow been cheated or overlooked. She later put it during a session of psychotherapy, that she felt "short-changed."
It became apparent, in therapy, that as a young girl, Beth envied the physical make-up of her father and brother. It follows that when the brother turned out to be the favorite, the one to whom all things were given and done, Beth's young mind subconsciously construed it as a result of Gary being different than she was, the fact that he had a penis and she did not.
Beth never quite became resolved to her role of second place to brother Gary. She yearned for more achievement, better reception from her parents. She did not get it. Then, the bubbling buds of the subconscious directed her toward a method of achieving that which Gary already had.
It must be pointed out that despite the difference of paternal love for the children, Beth really liked her brother quite a lot. And Gary liked her, too. Sometimes, it has been reported. Gary felt badly and considerably guilty because Beth was not accepted as he was. The brother and sister, even with these worlds of acceptance between them, were good companions upon occasion. And it was this good companionship that helped break down the barriers that led to incest.
Mr. Anderson's position as an automotive representative required that he travel a good deal of the time. As the children grew older, he was often absent from the house on weekends. Beth loved these times. Then, there was a lessening of the stress that always seemed to be present when her father was home. And it was on such a weekend a Sunday morning while the mother was absent from the house, that all of Beth's hostility and hate and envy gathered together in her subconscious to force a conscious issue of incest between her brother and herself.
Gary was in bed, reading the Sunday papers when Beth entered his room.
"Hi," he said pleasantly. "Want part of the paper, Beth?"
"Okay. The comic section, if you're through with it."
"I'm on sports now. Here." He handed her the colored comic section of the Sunday paper.
Beth took the paper, then crawled into the bed next to her sixteen-year-old brother. Lately, Beth had noticed that her brother had be come more than ordinarily interested in girls. She noticed the physical signs of sexual interest, too; the tenting of his trousers as his cock rose and trembled beneath the fabric of his trousers. When she crawled into the bed, she made a point of striking against her brother's thighs clumsily with her elbow to determine if his cock was hard that morning. It was, she quickly determined. To herself, she smiled, thinking that her parents would surely be horrified if they knew that Gary had a hard-on. It didn't occur to her that his posture had nothing to do with voluntary reactions.
After about ten minutes of attention to the papers, Beth was moved to begin a conversation with her brother. It was quite a special kind of conversation, for it was sexually centered. Beth liked the idea of talking about sexual things to Gary. It excited him, she knew very well. And, exciting him was a way of getting even for all the dirty tricks that had been played upon her by her parents and because of Gary.
Beth has told her psychiatrist that she didn't recall exactly how it happened. But, in no time at all, brother and sister had found a way that allowed them to roll and wrestle together on the bed. Then, as quick as anything, they were without their clothing. And then they became very quickly involved in a short, rapid, quite unsatisfactory coital encounter, wherein Gary rammed his hard cock into her tender cunt folds, squirting his cock juice all over her naked body as they pounded together fiercely.
The next day, Irene realized that she had made a real victory. By fucking with Gary, she had managed to take some of the fluff out of his image. They seemed more on a level now. And, she had something on him. She could destroy his reputation with their parents by a simple accusation, if she cared to make it. She did not so care. Instead, she required that Gary become her regular lover, which, sometimes unwillingly, he did.
Psychiatrists found several reasons that Beth should be directed to incest with her brother. "By having sexual intercourse with him," said one of the doctors, "Beth was subconsciously achieving for herself the penis she did not have, actually taking it within her body and having it, even if for only a little while." Another psychiatric view was that Beth was moved to a love affair with her brother as a means of castrating him, actually taking his penis from him by taking it into her own body. And another opinion of this case of incest was that Beth, by seducing her brother and making him her lover, was expelling the hate she had for her parents, expressing this hate, so to speak, by making Gary as dirty as she was, thus destroying his image, the reduction of which, she hoped, would raise her in the esteem of her parents.
When her brother went away to college, Beth began a rampage of promiscuity with scores of boys. When she found herself pregnant at the age of seventeen, she married the boy who was only a little more than a year older. The marriage lasted less than two years. Another marriage followed. This one lasted less than a year. And she was married still a third time when a nervous breakdown hospitalized her and placed her in touch with psychiatric treatment which has provided us with this case history.
A portion of Beth's recollection therapy brought to light the following conversation between her and her therapist:
Beth: What sort of questions do you want to ask me? Go ahead and ask whatever you need to. I won't be embarrassed.
Therapist: That's just fine, Beth. There will be many questions that I will be asking you, so just make yourself comfortable. Now, to begin with, when did you first decide to bring about a sexual encounter with your brother?
Beth: Oh, I'd been thinking about it for a long time. I wanted to get back at my damn parents for ignoring me all the time and giving all their attention to that bastard, Gary. I had it all planned out carefully and I was only waiting for the right chance to get even. That Sunday morning was just perfect for enacting my plan. I was going to get Gary to fuck me, whether he wanted to or not.
Therapist: Did Gary suspect anything that day? Anything that might have made him feel that you were about to do something out of the ordinary?
Beth: Hell, no. I often came into his room on Sunday morning and we would share the paper. Only I usually just sat on the bed. That particular morning I used the excuse that it was cold and without even asking him, I crawled under the covers with him. I remember feeling the hardness of his cock with my elbow as I crawled over him. He didn't even wince when I brushed against that hard cock of his. He just went on reading his sports section.
Therapist: And what did you do then, Beth?
Beth: Well, I pretended to read the comics for a few minutes, and then I tossed the paper aside and began teasing Gary, just sort of pinching and pushing at him, just like kids do sometimes. And pretty soon the covers were off the bed and my nightie had crept high on my belly, showing off my fuzzy cunt mound. Gary took a giant look and his eyes bulged wildly as he got that first sight of my puffy pussy. And then I tugged at his pajamas. He was only wearing the bottoms and I pulled at the string and then tugged them down over his hips. Before he knew what was happening, he was naked, his cock was bulging at me as it loomed straight up from between his thighs. I pounced on his prick then, locking it with my hands fiercely. I remember that Gary moaned and cried out that we shouldn't be doing that, but I didn't pay any attention to his ramblings. I wiggled out of my nightie and then I was naked beside him as I began to rub my thighs against his, pressing my titties into his strong chest. Pretty soon Gary got the message and then he was no longer reluctant to proceed. He began to shout, "Fuck me, Beth! Fuck me, fast!" And that's exactly what we began to do. I had only had two other boys fuck me before that time, so my cunt was pretty small for that giant cock of his, but I took him. I took all he had to give and when his come began to squirt out of that cock head, I could feel its warmth filling me and then squishing out of my cunt hole to run down my thighs. He really flooded my pussy that morning with his come, but I loved every drop of it.
Therapist: What did your brother say after your lovemaking that morning, Beth?
Beth: What could he say? We had fucked and that's all there was to it. Oh, sure, he said he was sorry and all that rot and that it wouldn't happen again. He kept repeating that sort of shit. But that wasn't for me. Not at all. I needed more of his fucking and I told him so. He was shocked, of course, but when I told him I would tell the folks about what he had done to me, he pleaded that I keep my mouth shut. He said he would fuck me whenever and wherever I wanted it. I had to laugh at that! Here was my big, strong brother begging me not to tell on him. That was one fuck of a laugh, man, I'll tell you. One fuck of a laugh, indeed. I had his ticket but good then and I intended to use the hold I had over him as often as I could. I would keep reminding him of our bargain whenever I got the chance. He became very embarrassed over my winking and sly looks and touches and asked me not to carry on that way in front of our parents. Damn, I couldn't have cared less about them. What had they ever done for me? Nothing! Now that I was getting my own way around the house for a change, I was going to see that it kept on. I was going to use up my brother's cock in no time. He would have to keep real busy to give me enough of that cock juice of his.
Therapist: How long were you able to continue this relationship, Beth?
Beth: As long as I would have wanted it, I suppose. But then the damn jerk had to go away to college and that ended all our fucking and all my future plans. It was one hell of a shame, though, because he had the biggest cock ever. And he was really learning how to jam that prick of his into my cunt flesh. He was a damn good fuck!
Therapist: What did you do when your brother left for college and you were alone, Beth?
Beth: Well, I fingered my own pussy for a long time, until I found a stud who would be able to service me well. And then I got knocked up. I even married the bastard, but it didn't work out at all. And then I kept getting married. I guess I was really trying to forget Gary and the great fucks we had had, but I wasn't able to get him off my mind. No cock was able to compare to Gary's. I can still remember it. What a mind-blowing fucking deal we had that last time. Man, what a fuck that was!