Chapter 2
Thicker Than Water
"If you've ever lived in a small town then you'll know what I'm talking about-otherwise you might not realize just what the true impact of what I'm about to relate is. You see, there is something about the life in a small town that is so far removed from city or big city life that it is beyond the belief of city dwellers. Only after they had experienced it could they conceive of what goes on in dinky little burgs they didn't even know existed.
"Take M-, Indiana, for instance. That's my home-town. It's smaller than South Bend-which isn't that big itself. Of course, we have Chicago just a few hours drive by toll way from our little tree-lined-or infested-jerkwater town. We have a movie house and one going up, so I heard, two fairly good restaurants, a night club for the tourists-mostly salesmen from Chicago or Cleveland or Indianapolis.
"M is a quiet little town of a few thousand population. Mostly we have tree-lined streets and stone-faced houses and buildings--mosquitoes. It's really lovely there, so don't get me wrong. It's just that some of my very worst, as well as some of my very best, memories are from there. I'm not really bitter about having been raised in a small town-not so's it would show, at least.
"After all, I am a fairly well-off businessman now and my wife, Alicia, and my four kids live the simple, relaxed life of the nouveau riche. And I own my own construction business now that my brother has decided to pull out and retire. He always wanted to retire before he was forty, and he did it-for now at least. So, I bought him out and now I'm sole owner of the company.
"My kids go to private schools and have everything they want-and mainly they want to become hippies and go to Los Angeles and New York and live 'the good life.' They think that we middle-class bums who worked hard for a living are too fucking materialistic and capitalistic for their blood. They have everything they want while they bitch about their petty little problems. And they probably smoke marijuana and take acid for all I know.
"Not like in my day. Not when I was a kid. Back in good old M--. Those were the days. Father was the boss and Mother ran him. And all the relatives lived within one square mile of each other. It wasn't that we were terribly clannish or anything like that-it was just that M-wasn't much larger than that and we had to live close or we'd be in the next town.
"Mainly, I guess we all lived in the same town -except for the few relatives who had left for New York City or Chicago or Los Angeles-because the older generation owned everything in partnership-like my brother Marshall and me. It was closeness and convenience. How better to watch out for your own interests than to live right there? So each brother and sister and aunt and uncle watched each other, making sure that no one got more than their rightful share of anything.
"Small towns! Shit, what a pack of rats! Always at each other's throat. Always bickering and butting in where they weren't wanted. I can remember my aunts walking into our house without so much as knocking or ringing the doorbell. They just barged right in and yelled out for my mother. She took it in stride because she did the very same thing at their houses. No one locked their doors--what was there to be stolen if a crook should come to town?
"My aunts told my mother how to raise me and my brother and sisters--and she, in turn, told them how to raise theirs. Everyone butted in. But everyone was really close. And, I do mean close. Rumors and gossip ran rampant through our family about the members who were playing around with each other.
"Auntie Ruth actually got caught in bed with
Uncle Andrew-she was one of my mother's sisters and he was one of my father's brothers. And they were married to two entirely different people. That really gave everyone something juicy to talk about for a long time.
"Then there was Auntie Margaret. She stirred the town up something awful when she went out to Reno and got herself a divorce from Uncle Phillip so she could marry his brother, Harold, Jr. They always called him Harold Junior, rather than either Harold or Junior. Phillip didn't know whether to thank or kill Harold Junior for doing it -marrying up with Auntie Margaret. But Uncle Phillip showed them both up good and proper-he insisted that Auntie Margaret have custody of their five brats, and then he ran off with one of the bleached-blonde dancers from the local nightclub.
"Auntie Margaret nearly died since she had expected her ex-husband to pine away from a broken heart or something. He really showed her--and gave the family something else to talk about for the longest time. We never did find out if he got married to that dancer. But he refused to visit us or return or anything. Just stayed in New York and made himself a good living-so some said. Others said he was starving in Greenwich Village. Who knows? Better yet, who cares?
"Maybe I better explain how the family system worked in our town so you can get a better idea of what was going on. You see, there were really only three families involved, more or less. Since I was told that this would all be anonymous-and it damn well better be-I'll use fictitious names so you can get a better grasp. I mean, you swore you wouldn't print our real last names and only the most common of the first names so no one could be recognized.
"All right, so I'll say that there are the Joneses, the Smiths and the Johnsons. One family is really hardly worth mentioning, I'll call them the Nothings. Okay? Well, as you know, I'm a Jones-from the largest and best group in town. My wife is a Johnson. My brother married a Johnson, too. My younger sister married a Smith and my older sister married a Nothing.
"Got the picture? Brothers and sisters married brothers and sisters from other families so that brothers-in-law were also brothers and sisters-in-laws were also sisters. It was all kind of crazy. But it kept everything in the family-all the shops and plants and businesses.
"And, shit, did we have a lot of cousins! Blood cousins on both sides of the family. The older generations had done the very same thing. Brothers from one family had married sisters from another and vice versa.
"So, my first cousins were first cousins from both my mother's and my father's side mainly. Really blood relatives. And we were always in each other's house, living almost like brothers and sisters, we were so close. One evening my mother would have her own four kids at the table plus three or four cousins as well. The next night we'd all be over at some other house. We roamed in gangs that way and protected the frailer ones from the rest of the town through sheer numbers and relations.
"Well, there was one Smith girl, who turned me on but good. Her name was Melissa and she was the most gorgeous female I had ever laid my eyes on. When we were really little, she was always the prettiest-at least to me she was. Her long blonde curls and her china blue eyes nearly drove me out of my mind.
"My brother Marshall also had a crush on one of our cousins-Esther. Marsh and I would sit and talk about those two girls, undressing them and pretending with words that we were doing all kinds of things to them. Our greatest dream in the whole world was to make it with those two girls.
"Since we cousins were almost always together, it was very easy for Marsh and me to get close to our dream girls. We'd brush up against them and feel their warm, soft flesh. We'd purposely follow too closely behind them so we could get our nose into their long hair and smell all that perfume. It got to the point where all Marsh and me ever talked about was Melissa and Esther.
"I even had wet dreams over my adorable Melissa! And Marsh admitted to me that he had had wet dreams over Esther. Wow! If my wife ever found out what had been going on between Melissa and me-that would be the end! Alicia, being from one of the four intermarried families of
M-, knew Melissa very well-they were first cousins, too.
"Marsh was smart and married a city girl from Chicago, so he never had any trouble that way. The only trouble he had was getting the family to accept her. You see, he had married Alicia's sister, Gertrude, when they were both just barely eighteen, and Trudy as we all called her, had drowned in the river the first year they were married. So, Marsh stayed a widower until he left M-for the big city.
"But that doesn't have anything to do with Melissa and Esther. One night, when I was fifteen, the family had one of their big get-togethers with all of the sisters and brothers. All the children came too, so there was quite a crowd. We kids were playing all over the place-inside, outside, upstairs and downstairs. As long as we stayed out of the adults' way, they didn't pay attention. So I grabbed Melissa by the hand and pulled her outside.
"Her tits started to blossom two years before, she really had nice bulges there. I pushed her against the outside wall of the house and kissed her right smack on the lips. She kissed me back--shit, did she ever kiss me back-and after our lips finally parted, she smiled so knowingly that it almost scared me.
" 'I've been waiting for you to do that for the longest time,' she whispered huskily, tightening her arms around my neck.
"I kissed her again and pressed one of her large tits with my eagerly perspiring hand. She moved her body so that I could get at that beautiful mound of flesh better. Her lips pressed against mine even harder than before.
" 'Let's go to your house,' I suggested as I pulled reluctantly away from her for a moment.
" 'Okay,' she replied, looking as though she could faint at any moment.
"She was even more eager to get to her house than I was, obviously, since she nearly dragged me through the backyard and down the street the two blocks to her folks' place.
"The door was unlocked, as usual, so we just walked right in and made sure the shades were pulled down in the living room. Then we plopped ourselves down onto the big, wide couch and began necking like crazy.
"Our lips kissed and stayed together for the longest time. Melissa held me so tightly to her that I could hardly get my hand up to feel her luscious tit. But when she finally felt me trying to get to her sexy flesh, she loosened up her grip on me so that I could cup her sensuously rounded breast in my hand.
"My poor prick was growing on me, getting stiff and hard from feeling her firm tit. Her lips were so soft and delicious; her breast so soft and warm. I slipped my hand under her sweater after a while and started to undo her bra. Melissa just kept kissing me passionately as I fumbled with the hooks.
"Penally the damn thing came apart in back and I moved my hand slowly to the front of her chest, feeling her beautiful soft skin as my hand crept along until it met the bulge of her magnificent tit. She began breathing heavier as I molded and squeezed that wonderful jellylike handful of young feminine breast.
"Melissa moaned softly, and I moaned a little louder, and we sat there like a couple of lovesick cows-moaning and sucking on each other's lips. Suddenly, she broke our kiss and reached down with her hands to the bottom of her sweater. As she pulled it upward, past her bra and then up to her chin, I felt as though my very prayers were being answered for me. My lovely Melissa was there before me, baring her naked flesh and offering her lovely breasts for me to touch and squeeze!
"She removed her sweater completely, and then her bra followed close behind. Then she leaned back against the back of the couch, showing off her luscious tits to me-inviting me to take her.
" 'Oh, Melissa,' I rasped, barely able to speak, 'you're making all my dreams come true! I wake up every morning with a hard on, dreaming about playing with your beautiful tits and kissing you and sucking on your firm, red nipples until you squirm.'
" 'Me, too,' she said breathlessly, looking deep into my eyes with an expression of helplessness. 'I've had a crush on you, Charley, for the longest time. I was wondering if we would ever get together like this. I've been dreaming of having you touch me and suck on me and kiss me. But, I was never quite sure if you really wanted me. I hoped, but I thought that maybe you were just playing around with me. I've wanted to have you touch me for the longest time.' She sighed and smiled again. 'I love it when you touch me, Charley. Touch me some more. Please, Charley?'
"Without a moment's hesitation I pressed both hands on her lovely white breasts and leaned in, kissing her luscious mouth longingly, passionately, sucking so hard it almost hurt. She twisted her head, shifting her mouth around so that we touched every corner of each other's lips, sucking and licking with our tongues.
"I unzipped my fly and pulled out my throbbing prick, which was stiff as a pipe by now. We were lost in that relentless tide of consuming lust for each other's flesh. Her soft warm body was magical, to say the least. Each movement of her wet lips, each touch of my hand on her smooth skin, sent new shivers of sexual passion racing through me.
"I gently took her hand and placed it on my swollen prick, wondering how she would react. I was afraid that she would not like this sudden thrusting of my prick onto her like this. But she grabbed hold of my prick and squeezed and jerked that thing like a trooper. She moaned louder and longer as her soft gentle hand gripped my prick with love and desperation.
"Her hot hand sent waves of delight into my prick and my swirling gut. As I squeezed her sweet tit I had the sudden urge to take the nipple of one of her tits into my mouth. As I sucked on her lips the urge built to an irresistible desire, and I left her mouth quickly to suck in a tiny hard nipple, which felt so velvety and sexy that I almost bit it with joy.
"Melissa squirmed and moaned in ecstasy as my mouth worked its way around the areola and over the nipple, licking and sucking it like a delicious piece of candy.
" 'Oh, Jesus,' she whimpered, as her little body quivered in my hands, 'that feels so good, Charley. Oh, God does that feel good . . . oh, shit.. . oh suck me, suck me!'
"I encircled her waist with my left hand as my right hand shoved up her skirt. Her lithe body felt so good in my hands; I had the feeling of power over her, like I was a god and she was my slave to do my bidding. And everything I had wanted her to do was happening.
"My hand slid under her skirt, caressing both thighs, which were milk white and soft as her tits. She spread her legs open, inviting my hand to explore further. She was indeed mine now, and I felt glorious. My fingers found their way up to the little patch of sparse hair and fleshy pussy lips. I pushed my hand forward and felt the wetness of those two folds surround the tips of my fingers, which sent more thrills of ecstasy surging through my body.
" 'Oh, Charley,' she moaned, her body writhing in passion, 'your hands feel so good. Oh, Charley . . . don't stop . . . please don't stop, honey. Put your finger all the way in. Please . . . put it all the way in. Oh, my God are you making me hot! Don't stop . . . keep going . . . keep going!'
"And I kept going! I put my finger into her pussy hole. She was soaking wet down there. I pushed my finger into her hole as she opened her legs further, allowing easier access of my whole hand into her pussy area. She moved and jerked her body as I continued to suck on that sweet nipple and finger fuck her hole. Melissa never released her grip from my stiff prick, constantly squeezing and pumping it. Her fondling of my cock made me feel so wonderfully accepted and loved by her. And the fact that she was letting me do all the things to her body that I dreamt about made me feel even more in tune with this lovely thing . . . my gorgeous cousin.
"I sucked on her tit with abandon as my finger flew in and out of her dripping wet pussy. I noticed that her hips were rising off the couch little by little, which made it unnecessary for me to push as deep into her pussy as at the beginning. She was coming up to meet my finger, higher and higher.
"I didn't realize it then, but she was on her way, climbing to an orgasm, and as she reached the summit-jerking and screaming-I also shot my load as she pumped my prick like a machine. My sperm shot all over her legs and thighs, spurt after spurt plopping down on her white skin. That was sure better than jacking off!"
Charles F., who consented to the interviews concerning his sexual childhood experiences, did not come to seek professional help because of personal sexual problems. He came to seek advice because he genuinely did not understand his own children. They wanted to leave their comfortable home in Chicago, drop out of the exclusive school they attended in order to live in New York's Greenwich Village or in the Los Angeles-Hollywood area.
While reminiscing, the interviewer was struck by the fact that Mr. F. not only was married to a first cousin, but that his first heavy date-with petting and sexual intercourse-had also been a first cousin.
Most amazing of all was the fact that Mr. F, a successful businessman and college graduate, was dumbfounded when he was told that all throughout his active sex life, including his marriage, he had committed enough felonies to be put behind-bars in a state prison for the rest of his natural life.
Sexual intercourse with a first cousin and marriage to a cousin is illegal in both the state of Indiana and the state of Illinois. In the latter state the penalty is from 1 to 10 years, while the former state demands from 6 months up to 21 years imprisonment for the crime of incest, which includes marrying one's first cousin.
When this was pointed out to Mr. F., his attitudes -needless to say-quickly changed. Originally, he had made it quite plain that in his opinion what this country needed was more stringent laws on a variety of subjects to maintain law and order, and to curb the rise in crime.
Aside from the fact that his sexual activities are illegal in his home state, as well as in the state where he now resides, Mr. F.'s childhood experiences were well within the limits of what is considered normal. Had he lived in another state, Mr. F. would not have been a felon.
In Chapter 10 of his book Sexual Behavior and the Law, Samuel Kling lists the following states where sexual intercourse in marriage between first cousins is regarded as legal. They are: Arizona, California, Connecticut, District of Columbia, Florida,. Georgia, Kentucky, Maine, Massachusetts, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, South Dakota, Texas, Vermont and Virginia.
Mr. F. is one of the undoubtedly millions of American parents who cannot understand today's younger generation. He is a product of the 1920s, a decade characterized by sexual upheaval throughout the United States.
Vance Packard, in The Sexual Wilderness, writes:
Some contend that any changes since then, the 1920s, ed.j have been primarily changes of attitudes catching up with the shock waves of behavioral, changes that occurred in that era, with perhaps some slight behavioral changes, too.
It has been difficult to speak authoritatively on what really has been happening in recent decades, if anything, as far as the general public is concerned, because the last systematic sampling, the Kinsey group's, was completed before 1950. (Kinsey's principal associates were Wardell B. Pomeroy, Clyde E. Martin, and Paul H. Gebhard.) Many of even the younger people interviewed by Alfred Kinsey and his associates are now grandmothers and grandfathers.
Mr. F.'s problem, it seemed, was primarily one of the so-called "generation gap."
"Looking back on that experience, I can say without any doubt that it is one of the sweetest memories of my life, bar none. Except, of course for the other experiences I had with Melissa. But that first sexual encounter had to be the most joyous occasion of my young life up to that point.
"Here I had been dreaming, both wet dreaming and daydreaming, about playing with her body and I finally got to do just that. My goodness! That has to be the high point of a boy's life.
"I guess I figured it was okay to screw around with Melissa because my older brother was farting around with another cousin of mine-Elizabeth. Elizabeth was older than I, and had the biggest pair of tits I ever saw on a girl her age. My brother used to tell me how he and she would pretend they were doing their homework in her bedroom, but they were actually feeling each other on the bed. My brother would tell me how big and fat Elizabeth's tits were, and I'd sit there listening to his stories of how she would remove her dress down to the waist and let him suck on her fat tits. My prick would start to get stiff and hard just imagining her in the nude. Elizabeth was a year and a half older than I, so I knew there was no chance of me and her ever getting together. She hung around with the older cousins.
"But Melissa was my age, so I would constantly be preoccupied with thoughts of playing with her soft skin, rubbing my hands over her ass and tits. I had a couple of other cousins that turned me on, but Melissa was the cutest and sexiest of them all.
"There were times when several of us cousins would play hide-and-seek or one of the other games that kids play, and when I had a chance I would sneak a feel of a breast. The usual response was outrage or giggling, depending on the girls' mood that day. There was a lot of pinching and feeling going on between us cousins, but nothing that ever developed into any kind of real petting session. We were all operating on guilt, I suppose, so there wasn't too much tweaking going on.
"But after that first get-together with Melissa we really had an affair going-like any other boy and girl who dig each other. We got together as often as possible without arousing suspicion from the adults. Sometimes we just had time to kiss a little and feel through our clothes, but whatever there was the opportunity for, we took it. We had an understanding and a trust in each other. After that first evening together we knew there was no sense in playing coy, or other foolish games that kids our age usually indulged in when there was an attraction.
"So long as no one was within listening or viewing range, we made love to each other as often as we could. Sometimes, when our folks were visiting another's house, we would go into my bedroom or her bedroom-depending on whose house we were at-and fool around. If the folks were playing cards, we knew that they would be occupied for a hell of a long time and we planned our lovemaking accordingly. At other times we knew that we would only be alone for a few minutes, and would just kiss and feel a little-as much as possible.
"Once, when a group of us kids went to a movie together, Melissa and I maneuvered ourselves so that we got to sit next to each other. All through the show I had my hand draped over her shoulder resting on her breast. I spent the whole afternoon at the movie feeling her tit. She put her hand on my lap and kept rubbing my thigh until my prick grew long and stiff. Then she moved her hand up onto my hard on and played with it slowly through my pants until I came.
"Melissa is the middle child in her family. She has a brother who is two years older and a sister who is five years younger, so when her parents went out she would have to baby-sit many times. To my great surprise and enjoyment, it was during one of these baby-sitting evenings that we got around to actually screwing.
"It was Friday, and her older brother had a date, so he didn't have to be home early. Her folks went to a party at some friends, which left Melissa alone to take care of her younger sister. I called Melissa on the phone and she told me that she would be alone for the evening-after she got her baby sister off to bed, that is. So I got the folks' permission to come home a little later, seeing as it was Friday night. They usually let us stay out a couple hours later on weekends.
"I arrived at Melissa's about nine o'clock so I wouldn't have to wait too long for her sister Sherry to be put to bed. We played cards for a while and then watched some TV. Melissa told Sherry to hit the sack and we watched TV for another forty-five minutes until we knew Sherry was asleep.
"We went into the living room, turned down the TV, and promptly Melissa took my hand and led me into her bedroom on the opposite side of the house. She plopped herself down on the bed, arms outstretched to me, looking so beautiful with her long black hair against the pillow.
"I lowered myself and lay on top of her. She spread her legs to accommodate my body between them and I snuggled up so our lips were almost touching. She threw her slender arms around my shoulders and drew me to her, our lips touching ever so gently. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she sucked it lovingly as my hard on grew and grew.
"I could feel her hot breasts pressing into my chest. I moved my chest in a circular direction, massaging her tits against me. She began to moan in a low voice. This got me hotter, and I found myself dry fucking her-grinding my prick against her-grinding my prick against her crotch as we lay there fully clothed. She reciprocated by pushing her hips up at me, moving them in circles. We seemed to want the same things at the same time . . . it was always like this when we got together.
"We both were breathing very hard, inhaling noisily, exhaling with moans and groans from our mounting excitation.
" 'I could love you so easily, Charley,' she said, after we had parted our lips to catch a little breath. Her eyes were misty and beautiful. I didn't quite know how to answer this, except that I would be very disappointed if I hadn't heard those words sometime this evening. I, on the other hand, found it impossible to answer in like terms. I could only express my feelings of the moment.
" 'I'm going to fuck you tonight, Melissa . . . I won't be satisfied until I do,' I said with determination. I kissed her hard on the mouth, then bit her cheek lightly.
"She looked at me with such pleading feminine eyes that I almost melted. God, was she pretty . . . prettier when she was sexually excited.
"Melissa spoke quietly, 'I don't care what you do, Charley. You can do anything to my body you want. You can have me . . . do whatever you like to me . . . I love being made love to by your hands. You can fuck me if you like.'
" 'Has anyone ever fucked you?' I asked, hoping to hear a 'No.'
"Melissa was unbuttoning her blouse, now, revealing her smooth firm tits which made my head reel.
" 'No,' she whispered. 'But I don't have a cherry anyway. I took care of that myself a long time ago, so you won't have any trouble getting inside me. Oh . . . I can't wait for you to get inside me. . . . "
"She removed her blouse as I watched those full tits come into view. Melissa then shoved her skirt down and I reached to pull it off. As the thin garment slid further downward from her hips to her ankles, I drank in the luscious sight of her beautifully shaped thighs and legs. I threw the skirt on the floor and gazed down at her milky white skin. My prick was throbbing and poking to get out of my pants and into her hot nest.
"I removed my clothes in a hurry and sat down on the bed next to her. I could hardly believe that I was going to fuck my cousin Melissa. She had such a fantastically well shaped body from top to bottom. I admired her round breasts, small waist and curvaceous hips. I could feel the sex surging through my gut as my prick jumped and bobbed up and down.
"Melissa motioned me to her. 'Play with my tits for a while,' she whispered softly, taking my hands and placing them on her spongy breasts. I sank down onto her, squeezing both lovely globes in my hands tenderly. My mouth nibbled on the areola of one tit and slowly sucked in the silky smooth flesh of that sensuous tit. She moaned softly, and I licked the nipple lightly over and over until it rose high and stiff like a hard on.
"Melissa began to squirm beneath me, breathing heavier, as my lips tripped over that ripe nipple again and again, tasting the sweetness of the pink stiff flesh. Then I sucked the whole hardened little mound into my wet mouth and licked it with my rough tongue. She squirmed more, making whimpering noises as though she were crying, but I knew they were the wonderful sounds of a girl in ecstasy and it urged me on to caress her lovely body further before the final act.
"She had her hands about my head, pressing me into her breast with great strength, encouraging my sucking and pulling of her sweet tit. I squeezed the round breast hard, making the nipple poke straight upward into my mouth, and sucked in a large amount of her flesh-nipple, areola, and the white surrounding surface which had a texture so indescribably delicate and smooth.
" 'Oh, Charley,' she cooed, 'suck my tit, honey . . . suck it good . . . that's right--suck it hard, honey . . . oh, baby does that feel good . . . yes, yes, yes . . . suck it with your warm mouth . . . that's good . . . oh, Jesus is that good, honey . . don't stop . . . please don't stop . . . yes, that's right, don't stop . . . oh, God it's burning me up . . . oh, shit is it goooood!'
"I couldn't wait any longer to feel her warm pussy again. Melissa's sex talk and moaning made me impatient as hell to get down to the good part!
"With my other hand I reached between her lovely legs and felt my way along to the slit at the top of her lovely full thighs. My hand rested on the patch of hair and sank into the slit of wetness. As I rubbed several fingers up and down her sopping pussy opening, I continued to suck hungrily on the deep red nipple. Her legs spread wide apart giving my hand comfortable room to move all around her hot pussy.
"I caressed her pussy lips, which were absolutely drenched with sex fluid, and her hips began to sway and shift from side to side, responding to my touch. She was practically all over the bed with her twitching and jerking. My God, was she hot. But I was going to hold out as long as I could, making sure that Melissa was really worked up to a feverish pitch before giving her my prong. I wanted to make sure she wanted it as bad as I did.
"She bent her head down and bit me on the tip of the ear. 'Kiss me,' she pleaded, 'kiss me, Charley. Let me feel your mouth on mine again.'
"I stopped sucking her tit and raised my mouth to hers as she plunged her lips onto mine with a hunger that made my prick jump with fiery passion. She kissed me over and over again, sucking first my lower lip, then my upper lip, kissing each individually. Each time it sent a shock of lustful heat right down to my iron-stiff cock.
" 'Charley,' she gasped, 'rub your prick up and down in my pussy opening. Let me feel it on the outside first. Rub it up and down there.'
"I mounted her and let my prick slide into her wet opening. As soon as my prick touched her delicate flesh she began to move her hips up and down, bucking and swaying, making my stiff prick move in all directions. Her hot wet flesh was rubbing the head of my cock and it felt like it was on fire with sexual passion.
"She kept this up for several minutes, driving me wild with the intense heat sensation that came from the tip of my prick. Suddenly she lay still for a moment and I let my prick slip down until I felt it being swallowed up. The heat from her body became warmer as my prick slid along and into the very opening of her pussy . . . that tube which was to give me heaven on earth.
"Melissa gasped as my prick entered and passed the slightly tight opening ring which allowed me to penetrate further into her mysterious body. The tender flesh seemed to kiss my prick as it passed further and further into her body, burying itself into the moist depths of my sexy wanton cousin.
" 'Oh my God!' Melissa gasped. I feel like screaming! Oh my Go-o-d! Oh my God! Oh my God! Jesus! Oh, it's so beautiful! It's so beautiful! Oh, Jesus Christ are you beautiful!'
"I felt the same way, as her young body swallowed my erect prick into her fleshy depths. It was the most fantastic sex feeling in the world. I moved my hard prick out a ways and then shoved it back in again as Melissa clung to me for dear life.
"'Oh, Charley, it's so good! Oh, honey it's so fantastic! Please don't ever stop! Don't stop! Please keep doing it!'
"And I kept doing it . . . I couldn't help from pushing and pulling my long prick in and out of her tight pussy. I was so overwhelmed by the complete physical enthrallment of her body that I was unaware of anything else except Melissa's pussy and the soft hips I pounded into time and time again. I lunged to get my prick deeper and deeper into that hot wanton flesh.
"Melissa suddenly, and surprisingly, flung her legs around my back, drawing her pussy up to me and holding my body to hers like a vise. She was squeezing so hard that I could barely move my hips back enough to get my prick to slide out far enough for satisfaction on the in-stroke. She kept squeezing me with her limbs, as though they were arms, embracing my body snuggly and warmly.
" 'Oh, Charley,' she whined softly, her head rolling back and forth in a cradle of her long lovely hair. 'It's so good . . . so good. Hold me too, honey. Hold me tight.'
"I rebalanced myself from my elbows and wrapped my arms around her waist. This brought her pelvic bone even closer to mine, pressing in tighter. The feel of her warm soft body in my arms, my prick sliding in and out of her hot pussy, and those sweet legs wrapped around my body was enough to let me know that if there was anything in this world worth waiting for it was a good fuck.
"My sweaty chest was pressing against hers as we clung to each other desperately in a love embrace. We were no longer face to face, but that didn't matter-practically every square inch of our sensitive bodies was in contact, giving the other its warmth and love, sending whirling shocks of joy through each other's body, giving love and intense sexual satisfaction beyond words.
"And then Melissa began pumping her hips against me vigorously, almost painfully, as she undoubtedly rose to her climax with ferocity. She just had time to cry, 'I'm coming!' and mash her lips to mine, struggling for contact. . . . Her body thrashed about in my arms.
"This, naturally, was more than I could stand and I promptly gushed my jizz into her snug hole, pouring what seemed like my whole insides into her twitching body. We nearly squeezed each other to death, so hard did we both cling during our climaxes. We sailed and soared into the heavens, spilling our fluids and riding on high crescent waves of joyful fulfillment, rocking and swaying in our love embrace and excruciating lust for each other.
"How we had waited so long for something as beautiful as this seemed almost absurd. We were so close and loved each other so much at that moment. It was something that neither of us ever wanted to end. We just remained where we were, clinging to each other and enjoying the ecstasy of love and sexual fulfillment.
"After that first time, Melissa and I could hardly wait to sneak off somewhere to enjoy the passion and love of sex. It was as though we could never get enough of each other. And when Marshall told me that he and Esther were going at it pretty strong, too, we decided to make it a double affair. We double dated a lot, although it just appeared to the rest of the family that four cousins were just enjoying each other's company. It all seemed so natural to everyone else, thank God. If Esther or Melissa's parents ever found out what Marshall and I had been doing with and to their daughters, we'd have been hung by our balls in the public square.
"It was Marshall who first decided that we had been a bit lax and had taken a lot of chances with getting the girls pregnant. He put it to them that they both might get knocked up and then we would all pay for it. The girls loved us just as much as we loved them, and they didn't want anything to happen to us-as well as to themselves.
"I was never really sure if Marshall planned it that way on purpose or if he was just being super-protective, but he and I got more blow jobs than we knew what to do with. We only fucked the girls when it was the 'right' time of the month. Sort of the Rhythm System.
"But that fucking old fox, Marshall, actually outsmarted himself. He had Esther right where he wanted her, and she would have done anything for him. She was crazy about him. But Esther just wasn't enough for that dumb cocksman. He had to have another cousin. He picked my present wife's younger sister to fuck. As if he didn't have enough pussy with his Esther.
"Well, I'm sure you can guess what happened. Trudy, my wife's sister, got knocked up as a result of one of Marshall's forays, and as a result a quick marriage was arranged just as soon as Trudy realized that she was pregnant. Dumb Marshall! He broke Esther's heart and he broke the family's heart and he really fucked up everything. It was just as well that he moved to the big city and got away from everyone. They were ready to fry his balls when Trudy drowned in the river. They were never sure that it hadn't been suicide or murder. They had never forgiven Marsh for having knocked her up to begin with and every member of the family knew about it.
"I learned my lesson quick, after seeing what happened to Marsh. Melissa and I both decided that it would be smarter if we dated other people. That way, if she did get pregnant, no one could point a finger at me. Smart on Melissa's part-up to a point. If Melissa hadn't decided on us dating others, I never would have found out what a wonderful girl Alicia was. And I would never have been married to her. So, if it hadn't been for Marshall's bad judgment all those years ago, I would not now be happily married to the most wonderful gal alive-my dearest cousin Alicia.
"By the way, in the state where we got married it was perfectly legal for cousins to marry. And, in the big city, who needs to know?"
Mr. F. was kind enough to give permission to include parts of his taped interview in this volume. He did not display any of the problems encountered by the others who came to seek professional counsel. It may well be pointed out here, that those problems were not engendered by the first-cousin incest per se but by the guilt feelings of having broken a taboo. In most of the cases, the psychosexual problems were not related to the inter=familial intercourse at all. The advice given to Mr. F. was to seek legal counsel because even though there had never been a legal problem and even though there is, to this interviewer's knowledge, no law enforcement agency that actively seeks out cases of first-cousin incest, the law was clearly broken, and the state would have to prosecute in the-most unlikely but possible-case of a complaint.