Chapter 1
The Runaways
"I met Mitch and Jill in a large Northwest city. I was visiting friends and relatives during the 1969 Christmas season.
"While there, I met some young people in the science fiction subculture called 'fandom' enthusiasts who are devoted to the science fiction genre who have a loosely knit awareness of each other across the country. They are usually young, ultraliberal. Many are into the hippie scene.
"I was visiting the pad of one such science fiction fan, and while I was there, rapping about science fiction and fandom, a teenage boy and girl dropped in.
"They were both tall and lean. Both had a strong family resemblance blonde hair, a prominent, straight nose, startlingly blue eyes, high cheekbones and full, sensuous lips.
"Mitch wore his hair long in a Dutch-boy cut shoulder-length, with straight bangs low across his forehead. Jill's blonde hair was almost yellow, several shades lighter than his, and was long and straight, extending six inches below her shoulders.
"Jill had a good body. She wore an old, brown knit T-shirt and old, faded blue jeans, and sandals. She wasn't self-conscious about not having on a bra.
"Her .breasts hung low and pointed, with prominent nipples. They jiggled loosely when she moved.
"She was bonily attractive; she might have been beautiful if her nose had been smaller.
"Mitch had a jagged, old scar on his left forearm. He blinked a lot. He wore a vivid green shirt with billowing sleeves, brown, tight-fitting pants, and green boots.
"It was a long night. We rapped for hours. We became friends. Around three A.M. they invited me over to their pad a few blocks away.
"Around five A.M. Jill casually during a heavy discussion of sex, revealed that she and Mitch were really brother and sister, but were passing as married and were making it with each other.
"The previous summer Mitch and Jill lived with their mother and father in a nice, middle-class home in a large city southwest of Chicago. "They each had a good allowance, friends, had been doing well in high school. Mitch, a senior, was seventeen, and Jill, a sophomore, was fifteen, mature for her age.
"Mitch was in a running battle with his parents about his long hair and his politics; he is a confirmed socialist. Jill was reading everything she could lay her hands on about witchcraft; she was into that scene and wanted to learn magic.
"Their father was indicted for embezzling city funds. It was revealed that he had a young mistress. Well, their mother had a breakdown because of over-dependence on what the kids call uppers and downers, sleeping pills and diet pills. Both parents drank a lot; both smoked.
"The kids took off. 'It wasn't any good,' Mitch explained. 'We had to split to save ourselves from that meat grinder. Shit, they were all the time preaching at us and putting down grass and hippies and communists ... and they were so much worse than anything. That whole capitalist bag, man, is evil."
"Jill said, 'It was a grand turn-off for me. They were so pathetic. It was kind of sickening. I just couldn't watch it anymore. Everything was going down the chute. We just packed a bag and hit the road. We didn't have hardly any money, but we had to go. We just had to go!' "They hitchhiked, heading West. They got two rides and found themselves in a small town at ten o'clock at night. They talked a motel manager into a cut-rate room.
"Jill said, 'He didn't believe we were married. But he didn't care."
"They ate candy bars and drank Cokes for their supper. They sat on the single bed in the small, cheap room and looked at each other. They were scared.
"Jill shifted close to her brother. She pressed against him. 'I'm not going back, no matter what!"
"Me neither!' Mitch felt the softness of his sister's breasts through her sweater and blouse. He felt protective of her, but she was in many ways more sensible.
"Jill was a girl-woman. He had seen her naked a couple of times, and she had seen him naked once in the shower at home.
"He put his arm around her. 'All we have now is each other, sis."
"She hugged him. She had always worshipped him. 'That's all we need.' She rested her head on his shoulder. She felt funny inside. She knew her breast was pressing, molding against his arm and chest. It seemed very sensitive and warm. Her nipple was sticking out and aching. She felt an impulse to rub against him. "She said, 'I guess we better take a bath and wash our socks and things while we can do it."
"Jill adopted a little-mother tone of voice. 'You use the bathroom first. Be sure and wash your hair.' She took a plastic bottle of shampoo from her overnight bag and handed it to him. She ran her fingers affectionately through his blond hair. 'It needs it."
"When she heard him splashing in the tub, she knocked on the door. 'Okay if I come in and rinse out my socks?' She was stripped down to her panties.
"You might see something you shouldn't,' came the reply.
"You, too. But I don't care!' She entered and looked down at him. He was hiding his penis with his legs. The water was sudsy. His long hair was plastered wetly to his head.
"Mitch goggled up at her. 'Hey-"
"You've seen me before. Besides, we're married according to the card you signed. 'Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell Smith,' she giggled. 'Smith?"
"He stared at her naked breasts. His chest tightened up. Jill was tremendously developed for a fifteen-year-old girl. She really had a helluva shape! And the way her tits stuck out -those pink tips ... they made him feel like. ... He saw a few stray curls of blonde pubic hairs sticking through the white nettinglike panties. He said, 'You stole those from Mom!"
"So what? They weren't doing her any good."
Jill ran hot water into the bowl. As she bent over, her breasts hung down like ripe, fat cones, and as she squeezed soapy water through her socks ... as she moved .. .her breasts wobbled and swayed invitingly. Both nipples were like pink stones. She peeked at him in the mirror. She could see him looking, and could see his penis come up out of the murky bathwater. He was getting a hard on! Her belly got icky feelings with excitement. He had a big one, too. God, it was getting long! Her pussy felt hot and wet. She pressed her thighs together as she began to toy with some thoughts in the back of her mind.
"Those thoughts came out in words an hour later as they lay nervously side by side under the light sheet and blanket in the double bed.
"After they had talked a long time about what had happened at home, after they had buttressed each other's courage and determination, Jill said, 'I guess we're going to be .. . we'll have to get used to sleeping together and seeing each other naked."
"Mitch said lightly, 'I can take it if you can."
"She rolled to face him. She was naked except for a clean pair of white rayon panties-her own. Mitch wore white briefs.
"She put her right hand lightly on his chest. She felt muscle tension set in immediately. Her breasts just barely touched his right arm. Her left nipple poked at his skin-provocatively. "She said, 'See? You can't take it. You're getting all tight. We've got a sex problem."
"He didn't move. He was getting an erection. His penis was filling, creeping up his belly inside his briefs. He swallowed. 'Well, shit, you're built! I can't help looking."
"I don't mind you looking. I like you to. I guess I like to look at you, too."
"Mitch said, 'Maybe-' He stopped. "What?' Her nipples felt achy again. She was getting a hot, squirmy, breathless feeling in her belly. She knew if nothing happened, she'd go into the bathroom and masturbate.
"Well .. . maybe we ought to just have a good close-up look at each other, satisfy our curiosity and be done with it. You know. Instead of being up tight and kind of dirty minded."
"That would be healthier, I guess. Girls get curious, too.' There was a short silence. 'You want to do it now?"
"Yeah. Might as well,' Mitch answered. "Jill chewed her lower lip for a few seconds, then threw the covers down. 'Okay. Turn on the light."
"Mitch kicked the covers to the bottom of the bed. He had a roaring hard on, but he didn't care. He was kind of proud of his cock. He reached over to the lamp on the bedside table and switched it on. They squinted in the sudden yellow, shaded, radiance.
"Jill still had her hand on his chest. She saw immediately that he was tremendously hard. His organ was so long it pushed the big glans clear of his briefs' waistband. There was a wetness at the tip.
"She was aware of his gaze at her breasts. She said wonderingly, 'Boys sure get big down there, don't they?"
"You want to see everything?"
"Sure.' She grinned. She sat up and wriggled off her panties as he pushed down his cotton briefs.
"Her throat tightened when she looked at him again and saw his long white and pink shaft throbbing, lifting slightly with a pulsing movement over his belly. She curiously watched the tautness of his sack with its two testicles. It sagged a bit as she looked. She shifted and sat cross-legged facing him, giving him a full view of her open thighs and crotch. Her breasts felt warm and full. The nipples continued to ache.
"She reached down and pulled open her vulva.
"Mitch was tight-throated. He stared at what he had never seen up close in the full light before. He had fucked girls a couple of times, fingered them off, and felt them up a lot, but never had he seen a girl naked like this, wide open.
"He knew some sex anatomy from a limited sex-education course in school. He noticed a small oval pink button of flesh peeping out of the folds of flesh at the top of her inner vulva. 'Hey, I see your clitoris. That's a big one for a girl, isn't it?' He saw the small, gaping pink entrance of her vagina. Was she a virgin?
"Jill was embarrassed. She was trembling slightly, but it didn't show. She felt weak. She answered, 'I don't know . . . maybe bigness runs in the family.' She giggled. 'I get... I get horny a lot."
"No shit?' He glanced up at her face.
"She chewed her full lower lip and nodded. Her big, blue eyes were solemn. 'You do, too, huh?"
"You know it.' Mitch patted his huge erection. 'Look at this thing."
"She looked, and she wanted to handle it. What was it like to touch it? she thought.
"Five minutes later she lay on her back again, her left hand clamped around the middle of his penis, pumping slowly, experimentally, up and down white he filled his hands with her breasts, squeezing, shaping.
"She whispered breathlessly, 'You like that? Is that the way to do it?"
"Uhh-huh.' Mitch glanced down at her pumping hand. Christ! It was driving him crazy! Slow and easy, and there was something about the way her small hand held his cock, the way her fingers were tight on the skin.
"He brought his gaze back to her breasts-her fine body. God, she had nice tits and mouth-watering nipples. He'd sucked on his share of girls' nipples, but Jill had the best-looking ones of all.
"He fingered them gently. Hard as rubber . . . violently pink. The soft, deep flesh of her breasts was entrancing. The skin so smooth, velvetlike, and flawless. He wanted to suck her nipples, but didn't quite have the guts. He couldn't get over the fact that she was his sister. But he knew she wouldn't mind. She'd probably like it. She was obviously worked up. God, she was a hot girl!
"Jill wished he would do something more. She was burning up. Her pussy felt so hot and itchy she wanted to yell at him! But she didn't want to push. He'd been kind of shocked when she had reached for his penis.
"Then she got her wish. He gave a small little whimper and pulled a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard.
"She gasped and put her right hand on his neck and gently indicated she liked it ... wanted it to continue. She began to pump his penis faster. It was like a hot pole in her hand.
"She whispered, 'Oh, Mitch___ Oh, I like that. . ..' She began to writhe. Her lips formed the words finger me, but she did not sound them. Her knees drew up and fell open.
"Mitch had his eyes closed. His face was pressed into the soft warmth of her left breast.
He suckled on her swollen nipple. He could feel the quick thud-thud-thud of her heart.
"His guts were turning molten. His cock felt like it was a yard long. God, she is really jacking me off! he thought. He was going to shoot all over the fucking bed in a minute. He had to stop her, had to.
"Jill knew he was close. He sucked her nipple so hard the sensation was painfully keen. She was breathing heavily, so worked up, so hot. She whispered, without plan, without willing, 'Oh, Mitch . . . do me ... do me, too!"
"He heard. His left hand slid down her belly, into the waiting, undulating hollow of her loins, over the lightly fuzzed plump blonde mound, to the slippery lips of her loose pussy, and his fingers probed boldly, into the flushed pink folds and found the stiffened clitoris.
"Jill spasmed with that galvanizing, delicious touch. She moaned and kissed the top of his head. Her fingers tightened on his penis. She found new strength and endurance. She began to whip the skin up and down in long, fast jerking motions.
"His finger was rotating on her clitoris in a hot pool of her slippery juice. She was in climax! She held her breath and began to shake. Her eyes were glazed. Then she sobbed. She hissed air into her lungs. Her breasts surged against his face. Her hand faltered in its movement. She almost forgot.
"He groaned, 'Don't stop!' His voice was tortured.-"In the midst of her sweet, long-lasting orgasm, she concentrated and kept her hand slamming up and down. She gasped, 'Oh, Mitch, I love you! I love you!' She fixed her eyes on his big penis and willed her hand up and down faster and faster.
"He went tense. An animal cry was torn from him. Then she felt his penis pulse and a small blob of semen flew high into the air. It went clear over her and must have landed on the carpet beyond the bed. She was astonished.
"Another jet of semen arced up and this landed on her hip with a warm splat. Then another-on her belly. And all the while-only seconds-he was digging his finger into her vagina, deep and making agony sounds .. . with her, sobbing. ... It was so good! Special thrills shivered through her as she pumped furiously to give him as much pleasure as possible. She gasped, 'Oh, Mitch, Mitch, Mitch___"
"And then it was over for both of them, and they had to clean up. She was sad. Mitch acted like a criminal. But she said sensibly, 'I don't think that was such a terrible thing to do. Just so you don't put it inside me ... you know. I think we both need sex relief like that once in a while."
"I guess so.' He didn't want to think about it. She was right, but.... He looked over the edge of the bed. 'God, I really shot! Didn't I?"
"'Like a cannon!' She giggled. 'Bam!' She arched her hand in a high curve. She looked at his softened penis. She handled it curiously. It was so pliable and almost cool now. 'Can you shoot that far every time?"
"I don't think so. That was special."
"They grinned at each other.
"Ten minutes later they were asleep. In her sleep, Jill cuddled against her naked brother. Mitch enclosed his naked sister in his arms."
Not too many years ago runaways such as Mitch and Jill would have made solid newspaper copy. A "missing persons" report would have been filed at police headquarters, and an official search would have been initiated. But that was in another era, another lifespan, another totally different way of life . . . that was fully ten years ago.
In the restless seventies, the Mitchs and Jills are much too common to warrant a full operational search on the part of any law enforcement agency, let alone demand newspaper space. True, reports are filed and notification is made to surrounding communities, but in the main, it is a token gesture, a "keep an eye out for them," rather than a "find them."
Haight-Ashbury, the Sunset Strip, and Greenwich Village are locales synonomous with the times. Originally havens for the hippie and then the flower child, they also became a mecca for the teen-ager who was seeking that intangible something that he couldn't (or wouldn't) find in his own home. So now the youngsters, most of them nonhippies, flock to these and other areas like swallows swooping down over Capistrano.
The result of this nomadic syndrome has been predictable. Authorities are hard pressed to cope with what is virtually an uncopeable situation. As one Florida police chief said after a particularly lively Easter weekend, "It's like trying to turn back a tidal wave." Many behavioral experts foresee a continuance of the phenomenon: more family breakdowns, more runaways, more drug problems, and more confrontations between law and youth. Where the answer lies, no one is certain. Some professional people believe that it is merely the symptom of a new and oncoming way of life, the eventual fading away of the family structure as we know it, to be replaced by a socialistic, communal way of life.
For Mitch and Jill, the events leading up to their departure were not uncommon. They were maturing in a hypocritical environment. When parents profess one way of life, then are revealed in their guise of Hyde, the reactions of children are usually one of two: either they endure the situation, or they resist. For those who resist, it is a matter of emotionally hitting back at their parents-or abandoning them.
In the specific example of our case subjects, another factor is of the utmost importance. Both children were emotionally close to each other and, as oiie, banded against their parents. Then, during their flight from convention, they were dependent upon their own behavioral discretions, a predicament innately fraught with danger. Thus it was that they were drawn even closer together, and the scene was set for eventual sexual contact.
In his book Encyclopedia of Human Behavior, Robert M. Goldenson writes: "Brother-sister sex play is not uncommon, but a full incestuous relationship seldom occurs." But when it does, it frequently gives rise to emotional disturbances, particularly when it happens during adolescence rather than earlier in life. Also, many girls who have had early incestuous experiences have been known to adopt a permanent pattern of promiscuous behavior.
Of course, any pattern of behavior developed as a result of an incestuous relationship depends solely on the makeup of the individual. For Mitch and Jill, the beginnings were inevitable notwithstanding society's condemnation of the act. What long-range effect it may have on them is unknown, but these two teen-agers continued their forbidden liaison beyond the stage of that first-time curiosity.
"The next day found them walking dispiritedly along the shoulder of the highway, facing the prospect of spending the night on the ground, when a wildly painted hippie Volkswagen camper van stopped in response to their thumb signal.
"A young couple were sitting in the front seat. The young woman opened the door. 'Hi. We're going to Oregon."
"Jill said instantly, 'Groovy! So are we."
"Mitch shrugged and nodded. It didn't matter to him.They eagerly climbed into the hack of the van.
"The couple was John S------ and Mary
D------. They were 'married' in their eyes only, not in the eyes of the state.
"John said as he drove, 'We've dropped out, man. We're outside now. We touch the square world only when we have to. We keep the interfaces down to a bare minimum."
"Mary said, 'We don't give a fuck for their politics or culture. The underground has a separate world. You know that?"
"Mary was a pretty girl with a pudgy face and body. She wore a plaid poncho and worn black jeans. Her feet were bare and dirty. She wore a plain floppy brown hat. Her hair was as long as Jill's, but was dark brown.
"John's hair was shaggy, dark blond; he had a full beard and wore a heavy tan work shirt over matching tan pants. His feet were also bare and dirty.
"Mitch argued for activist socialism and Jill echoed him, because she worshipped her brother and she wanted to share his strong beliefs, to be with him and to be loved and wanted by him.
"John told Mitch and Jill they had planned on stopping overnight in a rest area beside the highway. Most of the rest stops had toilets and picnic tables.
"In the darkening twilight the girls prepared a macrobiotic meal on the built-in stove, and they all talked as they ate.
"Around eleven o'clock they all climbed into the van. It was crowded, but there was room for four to sleep. Mitch turned over the last of their money for food and gas. 'We'll have to owe you the rest of the way, till I can find a job in Oregon.' "No sweat, man,' said John. "And that night John and Mary started to make love. They were soon naked in the bed. Mitch openly looked at Mary's naked plumpness in the roadside darkness as they prepared for bed. She had heavy, pendulous breasts and thick, hamlike thighs and calves.
"John was thick-waisted and huskier than Mitch. His torso was long, his legs proportionately short.
"Jill looked, too, and strained to see Mary's nakedness, and caught a shadowy hint of John's penis.
"Mitch asked, 'You want us to take a walk for a while?"
"No, man. Why don't you and Jill make it, too?"
"Mary slid the curtains shut over the windows, shutting out the occasional flaring radiance from passing cars. As she reached out to cover a window near Mitch, a car swished by on the nearby highway, and its headlights threw a swift white glare into the van, showing Mary's lush, round, hanging breasts and bare flanks.
"Mary said, 'If you join in, it makes for good mutual vibrations. It sort of breaks down walls between people if they share in making love."
"Mitch sat on the lowered, blanket-covered seat in his briefs, and had an impulse to reach up and touch one of her big, white melons.
"Jill put her hand on Mitch's thigh. She sat next to him, almost naked, too, and said, 'We're not used to doing, things with "other people around. But. . . .' She squeezed his thigh.
"Mary asked,'Are you on the pill?"
"No,' Jill answered.
"We can't afford it, so we don't take a chance on fucking. I don't dig it much, anyway. I'm a hog when it comes to sucking, though. And I love my man's mouth on me."
"John said, chuckling, 'After we eat supper we usually eat each other."
"Mary* added, 'He squirts a perfect dessert."
"Mitch was jolted and slightly offended but intrigued. He was surprised to hear Jill respond, 'We go all oral sometimes, too. But mostly we just do each other by hand.' Her grip on his thigh tightened slightly, then relaxed.
"John took Mary into his arms. 'Do your thing and we'll do ours."
"It was almost totally dark in the van. The curtains over the small windows brightened when a ear or truck roared by, but inside it stayed dark. The front windows faced away from the highway.
"Mitch and Jill sat side by side on the seats now converted to a bed and hesitated. They could hear every movement, every sigh, every wet sound, every whisper of flesh on flesh.
"Mitch had only gone down on a girl once, sort of on a dare. But he'd had three girls who had sucked him. Only one had gone all the way with it, though.
"He felt Jill's hand creep under his waistband and seek his cock. Her fingers encountered it and found it growing.
"He turned toward her. He touched one of her swooping, pointed breasts and found the nipple protruding stiffly. He leaned toward her to kiss her, then stopped. You don't kiss your sister. Not in a sex situation! That gets into a real hairy scene. A kind of mutual masturbation because you're both young and horny is one thing . . . getting really personal is something else.
"Yet he could sense her leaning to meet him, her face lifted, mouth parted, full lips waiting. He felt her hand squeezing his cock rhythmi- cally. And he heard her breath say, Yes . . . yes. God, she was a wild girl! She loved him. She always had worshipped him, always came to the school track and field meets when he ran in a race. She had always come to him for help with her school work. They had always been close.
"Mitch guiltily remembered wishing on dates that his girl had been Jill instead. He had always enjoyed her company more than any other girl. But big brothers didn't date their own sisters! Not unless they were jerks, absolute plonks who couldn't get anything else!
"But now he felt weirdly happy. He put his arm around her in the darkness and held her close. Her hand continued to fondle his cock- he had a tremendous hard on. He liked her love, her adulation, her willingness to do anything . .. with him!
"But he would never fuck her! Knocking her up-that would really be sick. A sick scene. Greek tragedy.
"But the yen came up from the back of his mind. He admitted it to himself. Yeah, he would kind of like to kiss her and go down ... yeah, eat her. Give her a lot of heavy thrills.
"Mitch had a knowledge, an inner certainty, that Jill wanted to do it-the suck route-all the way. She wanted to try it! And he wanted to feel her mouth on his mouth, then feel her mouth on his cock .. . sucking.
"Mitch tightened his arm around her. He lowered his head. Her mouth was waiting. Her full lips were warm and soft and sweet. His mind whirled.
"Jill moaned as Mitch kissed her. She melted against him. Then his tongue flicked into her mouth, and she nearly fainted in the dizzying surge of weakness and lust that overwhelmed her. Her hot breasts and stonelike nipples were pressed against his chest. Her right hand clamped tight on the thick shaft of his penis for a few seconds. There was a strange hunger in her, to give him love and pleasure, to take the head of his big penis into her soft, wet mouth and suck him ... suck him off.
"Jill shivered in her heat and writhed against him. They both heard, in the fringes of their awareness, John and Mary making love. And as a truck went by, its powerful headlights blazed on the curtained rear window and for a few seconds made of it a screen before which in silhouette Mary's head and shoulders could be seen, as could her hands holding the thick stalk of John's penis, as her head bobbed up and down, taking the end of the penis deep into her mouth. "Mitch saw the silhouetted movement and heard with focused, sudden clarity the wet, sucking sounds accompanied by John's heavy breathing.
"Mitch kissed Jill again and again. And when another truck approached, he broke the passionate kiss, turned her head and let her see. Now Mary's head was bobbing faster, and John was moaning softly. Jill watched, mouth open, eyes wide, as the very close sexual drama was outlined for a second.
"Then she sighed and lowered her head and lifted the massive length of Mitch's penis to meet her mouth. She spread her lips over the big glans and let it fill her mouth. She liked the sensation, and she slithered her tongue against the hot, silky-skinned rounded bulk.
"Jill sucked. She did as Mary did. And she loved doing it for her man ... Mitch.
"She knew she was making sloppy noises as she sucked, but she didn't care. She was proclaiming her love. Proving it.
"She heard John cry out with the glorious torture of orgasm and heard a new undertone come into Mary's sucking sounds ... heard Mary swallow....
"Jill didn't know what she would do when that time came for her. She would try ... and soon, for Mitch was terribly excited this first time. Yes, this was only the beginning! She felt his penis grow bigger and harder in her hand. She shifted around to a position on her knees before him, a slave, a supplicant, hunched-over before him between his wide-spread legs, and she sucked and tried to get more and more of his length into her mouth, but gagged and felt dizzy and happy and powerful in a way, because
Mitch was getting very close. He was breathing raggedly. His legs and his belly were tense.
"She had a happy inspiration and began pumping the skin of his penis up and down, close to her mouth, as fast as she could.
"Mitch actually groaned! She shivered and wickedly fluttered her tongue on the underside of his glans and wouldn't stop when he whispered inarticulately, warningly,' Jill, I'm-' "She was glad it was dark. She was glad Mary was only a few feet away and had done the same thing to John. It was easier. But they were listening to her and Mitch now! She had to prove the story she had told and implied.
"She pumped and sucked and tongued the penis of her groaning brother. And then-with a heavy guttural throat sound, with a straining, shuddering lifting of his hips, a thick spurt of his semen shot into her mouth.
"The force of it stunned her .. . the amount of it, and the syrupy splash of it in her mouth .. . the eggy taste. A mental flash of it arcing high in the air the night before crossed her mind.
"Then another spurt, and she suddenly had a mouthful of semen beyond and around his glans, which kept pulsing and spurting more and more. As she automatically kept on lashing her tongue, now coated, running with semen, she kept whipping the skin up and down under her lips, touching her tightly clinging lips with her thumb and fingers. Her eyes were wide, stunned in the darkness, her hair a soft, silky tent over her face, on his belly.
"Mitch gasped and jerked and trembled. "Long seconds of new knowledge and self-discovery as she sensed when he had all the golden, supreme pleasure there was to be had, when he was drained, when she was to stop and .. . she swallowed. And she did it because there was no place to spit without being obvious, because Mary hadn't spit, because she loved Mitch, because she had to prove something.
"She pressed forward against him. She slid sideways and lay angled across his hip, his softening penis sticky against her belly.
"He whispered, 'Oh, God, Jill ... oh, God....' His mind was blown, shocked, at what had happened, at what she had done.
"She moved up beside him and breathed into his ear, in the wonderful darkness, 'I don't care ... I wanted to.' Jill was over the initial emotional jolt, and now her own arousal, her natural lust, her expectation, was free and open.
"She breathed deeply and rubbed her breasts against Mitch's chest. Her pussy was wet, tingling with need. She gathered saliva in her mouth and swallowed and wiped out the last taste of his semen. It actually hadn't been all that bad-it had just been the idea of it.
"Mitch lay holding his sister, his little sister who was suddenly a mature, sensual, sophisticated, wild female. He listened to the soft movements of John and Mary, the sibilant whispering that was faintly understandable.
"Suddenly John's voice came in a loud, public whisper. 'Coming down for a second, you two?' His bare feet sought the narrow, carpeted space between the van's two beds. He loomed over Mitch and Jill, in the not-quite total darkness. Their eyes had adjusted well.
"John leaned over Jill and opened the small butane refrigerator next to her shoulder. He fumbled in the darkness and said, 'Ah!' He climbed back to the rear bed. He said in explanation, 'I like a little strawberry jam on my clam sandwich when I eat.' "Jill burst into wild giggles. "Mitch put his hands on Jill's nice breasts and played with her horny nipples. Something made him say, 'Let me have the jar when you're through. Sounds good."
"A truck roared by, giving another silhouette of Mary lying with her heavy legs wide, knees spread. John was doing something to her. "Mary gasped, 'It's cold.' "It'll be hot in a minute.' "Jill was still giggling ... and squirming as Mitch's hands squeezed and molded her glowing breasts.
"Then John handed over the jar and Mitch felt it against his leg. He took it and was blushing, but determined to go through with it, to show Jill he wasn't chicken, to give as well as take, because he really wanted to make her gasp and moan from doing her that way ... because he felt trapped in a situation.
"The isolation of silence and semiprivacy in the darkness had broken down now. There was talk back and forth.
"Obeying instruction-advice, Mitch dipped the tip of his finger into the jar and smeared a dollop of jam between the lips of Jill's pussy. "She wriggled and whined, 'It is cold!' "Mary said breathlessly, 'Wait till you get his tongue in there, though, licking it up...."
"John was busy with his mouth between Mary's opened thighs. She sighed, 'Oh, shit ... that feels so fine.. . ."
"Mitch put aside the jar. He scooted down. He began kissing the soft, silky, trembling, inner surfaces of Jill's young thighs.
"He could smell the sweet strawberry odor of the jam inches from his face. He started licking her thighs, working closer and closer.
"Jill was wriggling. He put his hands under her angled, lean thighs and held her. He licked into the curve of her crotch and touched the first long, curly fringe hairs with his tongue. Then he tasted the first bit of smeared jam.
"Mary was moaning loudly. 'Yes . . . Christ, yes ... eat me baby .. . eat, eat.... Eat me. ..." She spasmed and thrashed.
"Mitch was impelled to lick strongly into the warm, wet, sticky, sweet pussy lips before him. The tip of his tongue stroked up over Jill's large, turgid clitoris.
"She moaned, and her hips lifted reflexively. He repeated the movement and liked the taste and her response. He felt himself getting another hard on.
"Jill was amazed at Mitch. She didn't think he'd do it, but he did. And the sensations were fantastic! She wanted it to go on and on!
"She listened to Mary's uninhibited enjoyment and was encouraged to let go, to moan, too, and show her man how much she liked what he was doing. 'Like that, like that! Uhh ... uhhhh!"
"She was floating, wide open, in a sea of pleasure. A haze of sensation enveloped her loins. Each licking stroke of his tongue sent shivers of intense orgasmic sensation through her body, like rays, to her breasts, belly, even to her toes and fingertips.
"Jill was tremendously excited. She dreamed of staying with her Mitch forever! They were a perfect team: they loved each other and could say and do anything with each other now. All the barriers were down....
"Jill felt a powerful, hot fist close in her loins and tighten and tighten until she was shaking, until her gasps were loud, her moans high-pitched and urgent, until she babbled her love and her hands were stroking, rubbing, guiding his head as she came and came and came. And finally it got so strong she had to stop him.
"She lay, limp, breasts heaving, eyes closed, savoring the afterglow that lingered on and on and on in her loins, like a slowly dying fire.
"She cradled Mitch's head against her breast and dreamed impossible plans for when they reached Oregon.
"Long, quiet moments passed.
"John peed into a bottle. He and Mary settled down to sleep.
"Jill whispered into Mitch's ear, 'Love you. I love you so much.' She stroked his long hair. He kissed her breast in answer.
"She discovered he had an erection. She pumped his big penis for a moment, then slipped down and up onto her knees.
"Jill found the open jar of jam and smeared some on his glans. She whispered, 'I like to eat sweets, too."
"She sucked him off again. He didn't spurt much semen the second time. She 'painted' his glans as he was about to come and hardly noticed the taste of thin semen in the strawberry.
"And so they journeyed with John and Mary to Oregon. They slept in the van at night when John and Mary rented a small two-room apartment. Jill and Mitch found jobs as dishwasher and waitress at different cafes. Finally, they got a tiny apartment of their own, settled down, and were married every way but the establishment way.
"Technically, however, their 'marriage' had never been consummated-by penetration: Mitch had never fucked his sister.
"Three months after they had settled down in the city, Jill got a good job in a better restaurant. And Mitch got a job at a service station in spite of his long hair, and began making two dollars an hour. They moved into a bigger pad.
"And Jill, every night, fondled and sucked his large penis and couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have it in her.
"And Mitch, before going down on her, would often work his middle finger deep into her vagina and probe in the hot, wet, yielding depths, and wonder what it would feel like to bury all his cock in there.
"They talked about it. He was willing to try it wearing a rubber. She wanted more protection, and bought a two-week supply of pills from a woman she knew at the restaurant. The night came when they tried it.
"Jill lay completely naked on their mattress on the floor in the corner of their large studio apartment. Her hair was spread in disarray on the plump foam pillow she liked best. She was reading a pocketbook by the light from an old gooseneck student lamp on the floor.
"She was a little scared. Her belly held a sinking sensation. She breathed faster than normal. She was aware of Mitch sitting at the rusty chrome table they had bought for four dollars.
He was finishing a big second helping of mince pie. He loved it and she couldn't eat it.
"Tonight he was going to fuck her.
"She looked over at him. He was sitting at the table naked. They often stripped and went the whole late evening and early morning hours naked. The both worked from two to ten P.M.
"She listened to the rain on the window and on the low roof next door. The cars swished wetly past on the street four floors below. "She felt slightly nauseous, but that was a side effect of The Pill.
"She glanced at her wristwatch. It was- now past one in the morning. She put her book down and looked at Mitch closely. She saw his heavy, long penis standing up alongside his flat belly. It could get very hard and stiff, she knew.
"She locked her fingers under her neck and made growling pleasure sounds as she arched and stretched.
"Mitch heard and saw ... the signal. He was a little embarrassed at his own body's eagerness. God, did he have a hard on! The old cock really was eager to sink into Jill's cunt.
"He looked at her. His girl ... his woman ... his sister. A shiver went up his spine. But he loved her! He hadn't met any girl, before or since they had left home, that suited him as much, in every way. And God, did she love him. It amazed him all the time, her abject worship, her open sensuality, her common sense. She was the strongest one, the real head of their unusual family.
"He studied her lean, yet sexy body. She was pinup material, except for the family beak. She looked fantastic in a bikini at the beach, to say nothing just lying there naked, her soft breasts sloping on her chest, the nipples poking out, her loins dominated by her wide, plump blonde-fuzzed mound.
"She turned her head, after her good, bone-cracking stretch, and met his blue-eyed gaze with her own.
"What are you waiting for? Come on and fuck me."
"He went to the mattress. He had a rubber in his hand. He settled down on the blankets. 'You want to put this on me?"
"She laughed. 'Okay.' She took the small foil package, read the printing, and tore it open. She studied the rolled-up thin, transparent rubber. 'Do I just roll it on you, or do you want to mouth around a little first?"
"Mouth by all means."
"She put the rubber back into its torn package and put it aside. Then she suddenly went after his penis with her open mouth.
"It was a game they occasionally played- she could not use her hand to hold his penis still. She had to get it into her mouth without aid as he twisted and turned and flopped his stiff, or soft, cock from side to side, up and down.
"Mitch laughed and jerked his hips. His stiff rod of flesh bobbed away from her seeking, open mouth and wet, extended tongue.
"Finally, after the. laughing, giggling moments of the game, she pressed his buttocks to the mattress with her body and clamped her mouth swiftly, yet lovingly, over the end of his cock.
"Victory for her! She pressed her full lips down the shaft, took long inches into her working, warm mouth, then released it. Then she kissed his testicles and roiled over. She was suddenly solemn. 'Work me up good with your fingers. I want to be so hot...."
"Mitch nodded. He french-kissed her deeply, licked her lips, caressed her breasts, drew out her vibrant nipples with grasping, three-finger strokings.
"Jill sighed and shivered and sought his mouth again and again. Their fleshy lips brushed erotically, wetly, their knowing tongue-tips fluttered against each other.
"Mitch palmed his left, hand down her body, over her sunken belly, cupped her rounded mound, and curved his middle finger into her pussy. The lips were slippery with her juices. She was ready.
"But he delved the finger down over her protruding clitoris, down into her hot, jellylike vagina. He thrust his finger deeper and deeper, not finding an end, not even finding her cervix.
"She seemed to like the finger penetration. There was no discomfort for her. Her hips lifted against his pressing hand.
"Mitch suckled on one of her nipples. He withdrew his finger almost all the way and worked in a second finger, sending them both deep, while rubbing her slick clitoris.
"Jill smiled and simply enjoyed the manipulation. She in turn handled his hard, heavy penis. But she knew even three fingers, though almost as thick as his penis, were only about half its length.
"When he got on top, when he put this monster in her, then she'd get a new experience. She hoped she could take him, all of him. Maybe she could, maybe their genes were matched that way, too-both a big nose, a big penis on the males, and a corresponding deep vagina in the females of the family.
"Now he had three fingers working in her. It felt good. Her hymen had never been a problem. She looked down at Mitch's head, fondly, as he suckled on her tingling nipple. Sometimes she had the weird sensation of being made love to by another girl, so long was his hair.
"But no girl had a penis!
"She said shakily, 'Now, I guess;"
"She took up the rubber, positioned it on his glans, and rolled it down over his thick, rigid penis" There wasn't much left to unroll at the base. She was scared again, and something in her lower guts was fluttering spasmodically.
"Mitch covered Jill. His cock prodded at her crotch. She reached down and guided it into herself. She was surprised at how easily it went in. It felt awfully thick; her vaginal mouth felt stretched, but not painfully so. And he was being so careful about going too deep.
"Jill gazed up into Mitch's eyes. 'Keep going, silly. I'll holler when I get too much."
"What if I haven't got enough?"
"Then I'll holler for a different reason. ...' He was sinking in deeper and deeper. 'Ohhh.. ..' Her breath caught. 'That wasn't a holler.' She reached between to feel how much he had left.
"Inches yet. She felt full, sort of distended. Not bad for the first time!
"Jill threw her arms around her brother's neck. 'Oh, Mitch, I love you! Fuck me! Fuck me to death!"
"And it seemed to her for a few minutes he was going to do it. Those last few inches hurt like the devil. They stretched her inside till she was burning, sort of tearing way up in her belly where he was deepest.
"Then it became a dull ache as he kept on thrusting into her, not always so deep, not always all the way. But often enough to make her gasp when it happened.
"The pain wiped out all her passion. And she began to wonder if the rubber was still whole, not split or leaking or anything.
"She knew he was going to make it-he was sobbing, gripping her shoulders hard, his lean face over her was masklike, and his eyes were staring down through her, through everything. His long, shoulder-length hair swayed on each side of his face.
"She noticed he had shaved very close, needlessly, though at seventeen he had a mature beard. It wasn't offensive to her if he skipped to every other day.
"He was bludgeoning in and out of her. He was gasping, panting. He was sweating.
"To Mitch the moment was magic. The molten lava of orgasmic pleasure was boiling his guts. 'Oh, sweet sister, what a tight, deep, cunt you have!"
"Her insides spasmed each time he went deep! Her cunt-mouth tightened on his cock with a sensuous grip that drove him crazy each time he withdrew and plowed in.
"The sparkling hot pleasure was in his guts, coming fast, expanding, taking him, filling his groin, making his cock golden, making it a solid, curved, club of hot iron flesh!
"He grunted, 'Jill ... Jill, ohhh, Jesus.' He slammed into her as hard and far as he could. He tried to drive her into the mattress. He sobbed, eyes tight, mouth distorted, body working like a pile driver.
"She kept her arms around him and crooned, gasping, into his ear, as the pain thrummed in her belly from his drubbing plunges. 'I love you, Mitch, I love you; do it, finish, finish big-----"
"Then at last it was over and she knew it would be a long time before she would let him do it again. But maybe next time it wouldn't hurt as much.
"When he finally pulled out, she saw with relief that the rubber was undamaged. The semen was all inside.
"She led him to the bathroom and took the rubber off his shrinking penis. She washed him and dried- his penis and kissed it. She whispered, 'I love my big brother so much. We'll be together like this always, won't we?"
"Mitch nodded.
"And maybe they will be. As far as I know, they still are."
Although this case came to us through a third party, there is enough in the narration to give us a clue as to the problem facing Mitch and Jill. Just how long they can suppress the incest taboo deep within their subconscious and live out their life fantasy in secret is the uppermost question at this time.
Assuming this can be carried out for some time, it is doubtful that, as both Mitch and Jill mature physically and emotionally, their "marriage" can continue at a successful level. They will be unable to create a stable world of their own in their incestuous atmosphere. Either they will part and each lead a normal life, or they will try to continue their life together as man and wife and will end up destroying each other emotionally.