Chapter 3
She Loved Her Brother Like No Other
"I looked down at Pat's poor, scarred face between my legs and I smiled. His eyes were so grateful, his whole attention focused on pleasing me with his tongue, his teeth and lips. I could feel the love for me flowing from his mouth and his hands on my bottom, through my whole body-straight to my heart.
"I think, at that moment, I was praying. I know it sounds strange to think that a girl would be praying while a boy was performing cunnilingus on her, but it's true. I prayed that one day a fine woman would come along who would be blind to the scars that disfigured his face and part of his neck. But to me, he was still handsome, because his eyes were the bluest in the world, and his smile was like the sun coming from behind a cloud. But I knew the beauty that was inside Pat and that shone out so brightly in every move and look. Even other people who knew him well almost forgot that. he had been so badly scarred in saving me, my mother and dad from a fiery death. He tried to save our younger brother, but he couldn't. That's where he got the bad scars, in that vain attempt to enter the burning house the third time to get Timmy-my youngest brother.
"As Pat looked up at me, he was smiling with his eyes. I had propped myself up on my elbows so that I could look at his face when he sucked my pussy. I liked to see the expression on his face and the look of love in his eyes. He was holding my pussy high, using his hands underneath my ass, and his tongue was already sending the shivers up and down my body as it licked hard at my clitoris.
"He had already played with my breasts and sucked the nipples. After that, he went down between my legs and kissed and licked the inside of my thighs, then he worked up toward the lips of my pussy and stuck his tongue in just a little, teasing me until I was wild to have an orgasm.
"Pat could sense, almost to the split second, when I was ready to settle down for the final climax, and I laid my head back and closed my eyes as he speeded up the thrusting of his tongue and the hard, sucking motion of his mouth. He was so wonderful, so considerate, that I forgot everything and everyone while he was making wild, full love to me all over my body.
"As I felt my passions rising to concentrate in my vagina, Pat's hands were clutching my fanny hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. I was aware of every tiny thrill he sent through me, and I bucked and noved in unison with his lead.
"Then the dynamite exploded inside my vagina, and I let go everything and just floated on a sea of pleasure that went from my toes to my head! Pat knew how I loved to lie there, just enjoying the warm feeling of being loved by a loved one, feeling his gentle mouth sucking my cunt as if to drain every hurt, worry, or care from my body.
"When I stopped throbbing and moving my body, he withdrew his mouth from my vagina and moved upward on my body, kissing my stomach and making it contract in little spasms, then kneading one of my breasts with his fingers while he sucked the nipple of the other one, nipping it with his teeth now and then for an added little thrill.
"I could feel his hard on rubbing against my legs, and I wanted him so badly it made my body ache. We always took a long time in fore-play, and usually, each of us had come at least once by having one suck the other off before we finally ended in straight fucking.
"I hadn't sucked Pat's cock yet, and now I couldn't stand it any longer. I pushed him gently from my body. He rolled over and lay on his back, his eyes adoring me as I crawled down beside him and began to tickle his nipples with my tongue and teeth. Lots of people think that a man ean't get a kick out of that, but I know that he can. Not as much as a woman, maybe-but still, it gives them a thrill when they're getting ready to have sex.
"I loved the way Pat ran his fingers through my hair while I was kissing him. It was-I don't know how to describe it-just reassuring. Like he was letting me know that I had an anchor-a real lover, who would never stop loving me.
"Then I moved down farther, placing my body between his legs, and licking his stomach and around the pubic hair. I would stick my tongue into his. belly button to make him gasp. All the while, after I had moved so I could reach it, I was playing with his prick. He had a pretty good-sized one for a fifteen-year-old. He could have satisfied any grown woman, I know. Maybe not as much as he thrills me, because I don't think Pat will ever love any other woman as he loves me.
"Pat's stomach began to quiver as I kissed it. I played with his cock gently, and I knew that he was just about to the breaking point in his wanting me to suck him off. We both knew that we were in one of those moods that neither of us could get enough sex, so there would be no problem with him getting a hard on several times if necessary.
"I loved to tease his cock with my tongue and lips. He always loved "that part of it, and so did I. There is a close feeling when a man and a woman use their mouth on each other that, to me anyhow, is dearer than actual intercourse. Maybe that's because I know I could never suck a man's cock unless I truly loved him, I don't know. But I always did feel closer to Patrick when we were doing that.
"Sometimes, after intercourse, we would both suck each other to climax at the same time, and that was about as close as I could imagine two persons ever being.
"Pat's prick was bobbing up and down with joy as I began to run my tongue up and down it, just touching the head of it with my tongue, then down the other side. When I knew he couldn't hold off too much longer, I put my mouth over it and began to bob my head up and down, letting it go as deep in my mouth as it could. Pat's prick was round and hard, but not too long, and I was able to take every bit of it into my mouth -right down to the pubic hair. I positioned myself so he could shove it in deep, and at the same time he could play with my cunt with his fingers. That angle also allowed his prick to go deeper into my mouth.
"We were almost perfect for each other. The reason is, of course, that we had been doing this since I was thirteen and Pat was going on eleven. The fire was when he was only eight, but I loved Pat before he saved my life. It's just that I love him more now-and we have found a way to please each other. I know, of course, what incest means, but I don't have any guilt about it, and I don't think Pat does. In fact, we talk a lot sometimes after we have each other, and I know that he truly does love me. He feels, and so do I, that I alone kept him from taking his own life.
"I think I'm the only one that ever really knew what hell Pat went through after his face was burned so badly. Remember, once he stepped out of our house, he was a target for every sadistic bastard that he met, and they weren't all kids, either! The kids are the cruel ones, but it's the grown-ups who really put the knife in deep.
"Pat was unlucky enough to have run into a couple of older men who were homosexuals, and they knew, in their crude, selfish way, how-lonely he was-how tough it was for him out there in the world with that horribly scarred face, and they closed in like wolves, taking advantage of his loneliness and isolation.
"I went to the same school as Pat, and I could see how those goddamned kids treated him like he was some kind of a freak, instead of a boy with more guts than most men have! I used to get into all kinds of fights. Once, I was expelled when I got one kid down and shoved a Coke bottle down his throat. I almost killed him. I guess I would have if two of the teachers hadn't dragged me off that bastard.
"Anyhow, I knew Pat's lonely, ugly life, and I always wanted to make it beautiful and full for him. I don't care what ugly names they call our kind of love, I'm not ashamed of it.
"I loved to have Pat come in my mouth. By swallowing his come, I guess I was trying to put away some of my guilt feelings for the way his face was.
"Our lives changed a lot of ways after the fire. I give credit to my parents for trying- that's why both of them work and save-in hopes of having an expensive skin-grafting job done on Pat. But it's a long grind and the doctors say he shouldn't have it done until he is about my age-seventeen, because if it were done now, he might have to have several other operations like it as he grew older.
"But I never think of Pat as ugly. He's beautiful. So we had sex every chance we got. Now, as I felt his nice cock deep inside my mouth, I tried to suck all the hurt and humiliation out of him. At least, I can make him forget for an hour or so, and that's something. My mother and dad love him and pity him, but they don't have time to really give him a personal love like I can. They are showing their love by working to get that operation, and to give us a good home, and we're grateful for that. We don't really need anyone except each other.
"I began to move my head up and down faster, and Pat started humping his ass up to help his prick go in deep. After a couple of minutes, I felt him start to come, and I sucked as hard as I could, running my tongue over his prick, letting my teeth graze it a little-the way he likes it -with every plunge of his cock into my eager mouth.
"When he shot in my mouth, I just swallowed. Then, while he was lying there, breathing deep and looking at me with love in his eyes, I cleaned it all off with my tongue, and began to suck it again, getting him ready for the real thing.
"Pat is going to make a good lover for the girl who is lucky enough to marry him. He knows every way in the book to excite and arouse a woman, then fulfill her down to her toes.
"When his cock was stiff again, I crawled up on top of him-that's our favorite way-and I squatted over his cock, sitting erect while Pat steered it into my hot, wet pussy. We loved it this way, because once Pat's cock is in good, I can lean back a little, and sort of guide the movement of his cock by the movements of my body. And Pat can let his cock go in deep, while at the same time he uses his fingers to massage my clitoris. But the best part of it all is that we can look into each other's eyes and see love, and send love messages with our eyes and lips.
"We always do that, anyhow; I mean, tell each other that we love one another more than anything in the whole world. We'll never stop loving one another this way. We couldn't. Even if we marry, there will always be this kind of love between us, and I know that we will have to really have intercourse at least once in a while. I don't know how it will work out, but it will, somehow. I'll make it!"
Although it may seem on the surface that Kathy is an exceptional case in the category of brother-sister incest, psychiatrists feel that she is not. They base their conclusion on the feelings that are ever present in all brothers or sisters.
It is a geneological fact that, strictly from a medical and scientific point of view, no relationship on earth is closer than that of brother-sister, sister-sister, or brother-brother.
This is more readily understandable when we consider that the merging of the parents' blood, lineage, genes, etc., is equally present in each, thus making them far closer by blood ties than any other two persons in the world, much closer than father-son or daughter-mother combinations.
Even more important to most psychiatrists is the fact of environment. Children who are close together in ages usually share almost identical environments. They are taught the same things by parents. They learn of life, love, pain and. punishment, joys and tears as pupils of the same teachers: their parents. Since a majority of psychiatrists maintain that environment is the strongest factor in shaping sex attitudes, it follows that the sexual relationships and desires, though usually subdued or controlled, are equally potent because of this shared environment.
Oddly, few parents ever consider the fact of the deep love that is usually present between brothers and sisters. Naturally, brothers and sisters are thrown together in the most intimate of relationships. They often see one another naked or only partly clothed. There are psychologists, authorities on the sexual behavior of the young, who claim that of the many cases of incest which are revealed, the sexual contact between brother and sister is most often the initial sex experimentation beyond masturbation. It does not always culminate in an actual sex act. However, it is the first faint stirrings of sexual desire and curiosity of the sex organs and bodies of each other.
It is an almost natural reaction for a brother or a sister to do battle for and protect the other.
This, added to the deep blood tie and the romantic idealism of early childhood, makes Kath's feelings for her brother all the more understandable.
Kathy was an extreme case only in that she felt a deep obligation to her younger brother for saving her life when their home burned. She could hardly look at him without recalling that it was partially on her account that he had suffered the disfigurement. She doubtless put too much emphasis on this; however, it is obvious that she is the kind of person who will play the dominant role in any association in her life. Already it is beginning to appear as she assumes the female dominant position in the act of sexual intercourse with her brother.
Also, Kathy has placed herself almost in the position of Pat's mother during their school years together. She was his self-appointed (though willing) guardian, a role usually filled by the mother and//or father. Because both parents worked hard to save money for a face operation on the brother, Kathy felt that she had to assume the role of mother and father, while at the same time she felt admiration for the parents. She in fact wanted to replace only one role function of the parents towards her brother, not all functions.
The. household duties and the overseeing of the welfare of her brother matured Kathy beyond her seventeen years. But, in many ways, she is living in a dreamworld. She talks of marriage for both of them, yet she insists that she can never forego her sexual attachment to her brother. This can lead only to misery. However, it will be Pat who is harmed the most, for he is relying on his sister for all his emotional, physical and sexual needs. Whereas she may one day marry a man who will take her far away from her brother, it is doubtful the shyness and aloofness from those who offer him only hurt will ever completely leave Pat.
He may be helped, of course, by the total love of a mature woman, after he had matured and has had his operation. His operation may be able to restore his self-respect and self-confidence, a step which will help remove his self-degrading feelings. However, he may have formed such strong sexual desires for his sister that he will insist that his wife be a carbon copy of Kathy in all ways.
There were many deep influences present in the lives of both Kathy and Patrick. Kathy, while she thought of herself as a noble protector, was, at the same time, happily assuming the dominant role in Pat's life. It appears that in all other areas of her life, she is actually a shy, retiring individual.
It has been voiced that incest would disrupt the family feelings and relationships providing competition and rivalry between the members. Today, however, those relationships seem to be changing considerably. Most families exist with persons of different and oftentimes conflicting desires and viewpoints living under an almost armed truce in the same household.
Kathy and Pat see little of their parents or other relatives, and they seldom participate in school activities. They live in a vague dreamworld of their own, which Kathy idealizes and justifies because of her great "debt" to Pat. At the same time, Pat runs to his sister for all needs, because he feels he is an outcast, an unwanted, ugly creature.
Brother-sister incest, most professionals will agree, is the most common of the incest forms, with father-daughter coming in second. Nonetheless, brother-sister incest seldom lasts beyond the maturity of at least one of the partners. And, in the majority of brother-sister incestuous relationships that are reported, it is the older sister who instigates and aggressively follows through on the relationship.
Usually, such a sexual relationship begins with mutual masturbation, then moves into intercourse, often preceded by oral-genital sex. Kathy and Pat were no exceptions to this.
The emotional and psychological effect of incest on individuals results in a strong guilt complex buildup, and with it a subconscious or conscious need to be punished. This may account for the feelings of both Kathy and Pat. She feels that she is atoning for being involved in his tragic accident, and bears a cross of martyrdom by devoting all her energies and attention to him, including romantic and sexual activities.
On his part, Pat feels that the world is his enemy, and he is punishing it by removing his love and his being from its activities and inhabitants. He devotes and channels all his passions and thoughts to his sister instead. It is a somewhat complicated form of self-punishment and self-justification, yet it appears to be present in this case history.
Human beings need and want to be accepted. It is the root of man's very ego. He needs to be loved, admired and respected. Most of all, he needs to be wanted. Kathy provides all the salve to Pat's injured ego. He feels that because she loves him spiritually and sexually he is a full, wanted creature, despite his physical appearance.
"Pat and I used to fool around a lot long before the fire. I guess we always did. I know that when I was eleven and first began to show faint swellings around my nipples, they hurt me. They were sore and sensitive all the time. One day I was rubbing some lotion on them-it was a hand cream, but I thought it would feel good. Pat walked into the bathroom and saw what I was doing. He was only eight, and he asked me what I was doing. I told him my 'buds' were sore, and he felt real sorry for me. He put his hand on one, and it gave me a funny feeling. We had played with each other sometimes, 'showing' one another our bodies-you know, like all children do at one time or another.
"Pat was so curious about the big difference between his organ and mine, and he was always asking me questions about them. He used to watch when Timmy, the baby, was being bathed or his diaper changed, and I knew that he sometimes took out his own cock and examined it and played with it.
"I was surprised to find that a little boy's cock could get hard and stand up the way Pat's did. I had seen my father once or twice with a hard on, and I knew that it had something to do with fucking. I used to sneak up and watch my mother and dad making love. They sometimes did it on the couch, or the living room floor, when they thought we were all asleep.
"I used to want to play with Pat's dink, but he was the one who really broke the ice between us. He was always hanging around when I was dressing or taking a bath, asking questions and touching me or pointing to certain parts of me and asking what it was and what it did.
"I was twelve when I really began to get a growth of hair around my pussy and under my arms. My breasts had filled out a lot, too. One night after I had gotten into the tub, I found there was no soap or towels, and I called to Pat to bring some to me. Mother and dad were out someplace, and he was in his room reading a book. By that time, I was big enough to baby-sit with Timmy, so we were alone in the house.
He came into the bathroom and just stood there staring at my breasts. I could see his eyes go wide when he let them stray down to my pussy.
"He asked me what that hair was for, but I couldn't think of any answer. I tried to put him off by telling him that it was just a sign that a person was growing up. He asked me if he would have hair like that when he got older, and I told him he would.
"He touched one of my breasts and asked if it hurt when it grew big and round. I told him it didn't, and I noticed at the same time that he was getting a bulge in the front of his pants. I was curious, too, because I thought that only grown men could have a hard on.
"I finished my bath in a hurry. Pat sat there watching me towel myself dry. I couldn't reach some of the places on my back, so I asked him to dry me. He took the towel and carefully dried me, and I could feel the tingles go up and down my body when he ran the towel within the crack of my ass, then down the inside of my thighs. I turned around slowly and told him to dry the hair around my pussy-I didn't say that, I just said, 'Dry me there, Pat."
"He took a long time to rub me there, and I began to get all excited, especially when I saw that he had a hard on. The nipples of my breasts were standing uphard, and I felt like I wanted to masturbate.
"I asked Pat if he felt funny when he rubbed my fanny and between my legs. He blushed, but he nodded. I just couldn't help myself-I reached down and grabbed his cock in my hand, right through his pants! I could feel him jump when I did, and he gasped, but he didn't back away or try to take my hand off it.
"I had turned around and faced him, and when I took his cock in my hand, he reached out and touched my breast. Without even thinking, he moved close and clamped his teeth and lips over my nipple. He began to suck hard, and I began to get so hot I was almost dancing around.
"I undid his pants and slid my hand inside the zipper and took his bare prick in my hand. He went on kissing and sucking my breasts, changing off. I began to jerk his cock and took his pants off. I was naked, and all he had on was his shirt. I walked into the bedroom, and Pat followed. I guess we both knew that we were going to have some real fun this time.
"I laid down on the bed and spread my legs wide so Pat could see my pussy-wide open, wet and hot. I patted the bed beside me and he laid down. I played with his cock a little more, then I asked him if it felt good, and he nodded. I asked, 'Would you like me to suck it?' He was breathing hard from my jerking him off, and all he could do was nod, so I crawled down and laid between his legs and took his cock in my hands. I kissed the head of it, then licked it up and down. I played with his balls with one hand, while I took his cock in my mouth. I could get most of it in my mouth, and I began to suck it as hard as I could, letting it go deep into my mouth. Pat just laid there and bounced up and down to keep his cock lunging into my mouth. After about a minute, I felt it throb and shudder, and then he laid quiet. I knew he had come, but of course he didn't shoot any juice into my mouth-not then.
"He began to play with my hair while I kept on sucking his cock, and pretty soon, he pushed me away and said, 'I want to do it to you, Kathy.' He scrambled away and I laid down on my back and spread my legs. Pat got down between my legs and opened the lips of my pussy with his fingers. He stared hard at it, and I could see the wonder in his face. He'd never seen a cunt up close, and he kept opening it and feeling inside until I began to really get hot. I told him to kiss it and try to touch the little knob inside. He felt around with his fingers and when he touched my clit, I said, 'There-right there!"
"He put his mouth to the lips of it and stuck his tongue in, feeling around until he touched my clit with it. I jumped with the thrill that went through me, and Pat began to use his tongue, his teeth and lips to really hit a lot of sensitive places inside. I began to get with it. He kept on sucking and licking until I felt a streak of hotness begin in my clit and spread all over my body. I grabbed his head and held it to my pussy, but Pat just kept on sucking and licking until I had a second orgasm.
"After that, I played with his prick with my hands while he fooled with my breasts and my pussy lips. After he finished another come, I asked him if he had liked it, and he said he had. I tried to find out what part especially pleased him, but he said all of it had.
"We did that a lot-maybe twice a week or sometimes more-but it was always just playing with each other's organ, or sucking and kissing it-we never really tried the real way of fucking. We wanted to, especially after Pat got hair on his balls, but we were afraid that I might have a baby. I was a dumb thing, and Pat only knew what I taught him about sex and females.
"The night the house burned was like a nightmare. I slept in the same room with the baby, and Pat slept in a small room next to mine. My mother and father slept downstairs.
"Pat has told it a thousand times, and I guess I know every move he made. He woke up, smelling smoke, and ran to the top of the stairs and peered down. He saw flames dimly through the smoke. He felt they were coming from the kitchen.
"He was in a panic, of course-he was only a little boy. But his first thought was of me. He ran into my bedroom and began pulling me out of bed, talking like a maniac that the house was on fire! I had been sound asleep, and I wasn't thinking very clearly, even after I was on my feet. Pat kept pulling on my arm, and I let him lead me down the stairs and outside onto the front lawn.
"He seemed to come alive when the night air hit us, for he acted like a man when he ordered me to stay there and ran back into the house.
"He has told me dozens of times that he completely forgot about the baby. All he could think of was Mom and Dad, and he rushed into their room. Their bedroom opened off the living room. The door was shut, but even so the room had begun to fill with smoke. He was coughing and spitting as he shook my mother and father awake. They had already inhaled enough smoke to make them groggy, and they came out of the house, coughing and holding their throats-my mother in a nightgown and my father in his T-shirt and shorts.
"When Pat had come out of the house with our parents, he suddenly remembered Timmy, so he turned and ran back into the house. By this time the flames, which had started in the kitchen, had eaten through the ceiling and were bursting through the floor into the upstairs room. We have figured it out carefully then, and if Pat had been five minutes or so later, probably all three of us would have died in the fire.
"Pat tried to get up the stairs, and he managed to reach the top. The heat was awful, and the smoke made it impossible to do much but grope his way. He saw that the flames were already in the room where I slept-it was right over the kitchen-and he ran into his bedroom where the smoke was thick, but the flames hadn't spread. He stuck his head out of the window to get some good air into his lungs.
"Then he held his breath and tried to make it into the room where Timmy was. We'll never know if Timmy was already dead or not. Pat says he didn't hear him crying or making any noise, so maybe the poor little thing was already dead from inhaling the smoke and the fiery air, before the flames burned his little body to nothing.
"Anyhow, Pat remembers that his clothes caught fire. He backed out and tried to beat out the flames with his hands. He still hoped he could get into the room, and when he had smothered the flames on his body, he went back for another try at rescuing Timmy. The crib was in a corner, and was walled off by the flames. Pat was getting weak, but he managed to make it over to the bedroom window and get it open.
He began to scream from the window, and by then Mr. R-, who lived next door, was under the window and shouted for Pat to jump. Two other men came up and, finally, I saw poor Pat scramble out of the window, perch for a second on the burning windowsill, then jump. The men caught him and put out the flames.
"My mother was in hysterics over Timmy and after seeing Pat's blackened face. Father wasn't much better as he tried to calm her down. I was in a daze. I just stood and stared at the house, thinking that the world was coming to an end -for us, anyhow.
"Pat was in the hospital for eleven weeks, and when he did come home to the house we had rented, he was like a scared animal. He wouldn't come out of his room. We had to take him his meals. I was the only one he would let in the room. He was humiliated by his awful scars, and I spent all my spare time with him.
"It turned out that the little insurance my father had on the house didn't even half cover the loss, and all of Pat's hospital bills and Tim-my's funeral expenses had to be paid. So, my mother went to work, too, and we were left alone most of the time-Pat and I.
"It took a long time for Pat to even come out of his room and let my mother and father look at him. It was almost a year before the doctors -but mostly me-talked Pat into going back to school. I promised him that I would take care of him, and during that time, while he was home, Pat and I really became lovers in the full sense of the word.
"It just came natural to both of us. We had already experimented a lot with sex, and I was desperate to convince Pat that he wasn't ugly -that he should be proud of his scars, because they were the mark of a hero. It took a long, long time, and we were together all the time, talking and growing even closer, as we came to confess our innermost thoughts to one another.
"Then Pat got mixed up with Old Kane- that's all anyone ever called him. He was an old man, and he ran a junkyard in the next block. We had to move to a pretty dumpy neighborhood after the fire. When Pat first began to venture outside, Old Kane tried to be nice to him -or that is what we thought. He used to sit and talk with Pat, and sometimes he would pay him a quarter for bundling up old newspapers or rags:-little odd jobs that Pat could do easily.
"Then one night, Pat told me what Old Kane had been up to. He had finally come right out and told Pat he wanted to suck his cock, and he wanted Pat to suck him off. Pat was afraid, and he couldn't make a move when Old Kane took Pat's cock out and began to play with it. Then he got down on his knees and took Pat's cock in his mouth and sucked him off-all the way.
"When he tried to get Pat to suck his, Pat bolted and ran home, crying hysterically. I was the only one there, and he just threw himself into my arms and sobbed out the whole story.
"When he had calmed down and was in bed talking sensibly again, he told me the awful thing that Old Kane had screamed at him as he was running away. The dirty old bastard had yelled, 'You'll be back, scarface! When you find out that you're ugly like me, and no woman would even be able to stand you near-you'll come runnin' back to have your cock sucked!"
"I cried when Pat told me that, because he was crying, too. He sobbed to me that he was ugly, he was a scarface and that Old Kane was right-nobody wanted him around.
"I soothed him. That night, for the first time since the fire, I sucked his prick. I kissed his whole body, trying to prove to him that he was wanted, that I would always love him and want him.
"It was more difficult when Pat finally went back to school. He'd missed so much time that they put him back one grade, and all the kids were younger than he. It must have been torture for him, most days, but I tried to make it up to him at night.
"Then came the first time we really fucked. I'll never forget it. It so happened that Pat was just finishing taking a bath, and when I walked into his room, he was naked. I stood there, looking at his body, and I just had to run over and hug him to me. We began to kiss, our tongues meeting and teasing, until I could feel Pat's i bare cock pushing against my pussy. He was almost as tall as I was, and he began to roll his hips and rub it into me. We had been on the borderline several times in the past few weeks, and I guess we both knew that it had to happen right then!
"I slipped my clothes off quickly. Pat stood there with his heart in his eyes. We knew this was going to be the biggest moment of our lives!
"I walked to the bed and laid down. He stood beside me, and I fondled his cock and balls, just telling him with my eyes and my smile that I loved him, telling him with my writhing body that I wanted him as my lover!
"He laid down beside me and our lips met as our arms and legs tangled. It was like we had opened up a whole new world. I felt on fire at every spot that our bodies touched, and Pat was gasping and moaning softly. Slowly, I mounted his body. I drew myself up so that I was in a squatting position. I reached down and took his stiff prick in my hand, guiding it to the lips of my aching cunt! I looked into his eyes and saw all the lust, passion and love that a man could feel for a woman, and I lowered myself down on his prong, almost fainting with the pleasure as it slid easily up inside me.
"When it was in, I moved my body carefully, so it wouldn't slip out, and flattened myself against Pat's body. His hands went around my ass cheeks, pulling me in closer as he arched his back and met my down-thrusting cunt. Every stroke brought us closer to ecstasy.
"My body seemed to flow into Pat's, and his cock fit so beautifully inside me that it seemed to fill me from head to foot. We melted into a motion that was almost as if we had rehearsed it a dozen times, and then our mouths locked in deep kisses. There was no need for words. We were one body, sharing every joy that a man and a woman can give to each other.
"I don't know how many times I came, but I know that it was at least four times, and I know that Pat had two orgasms-the last one with us lying on our sides, wrapped up in each other's love.
"After that, it was different with us. We didn't act like brother and sister. We were lovers, and we hardly managed to hide it. I guess if my mother and father weren't working so hard and ending up every night too dog-tired to even take care of their own sex needs, they would have noticed, but they didn't. The rest of the world was ignorant of us, because we kept them at arm's length. We didn't need them-we had our own little world.
"I didn't realize what was happening to me, in connection with other boys. I shied away from' them at school, and after a while they stopped asking me out on dates. Pat still kept to him- self. He had a good brain, but he was too self-conscious in front of others to really concentrate on his studies.
"Well, we continued to have sex and grew very close together all during school. Pat became interested in art, and he soon developed a good talent far painting. I continued to shelter him and provide him with §trength and courage to face the school world.
"However, it was when I was out of school and working while still living at home that I began to notice a change in our relationship. Pat was becoming less and less interested in having sex with me. He devoted most of his time to his painting, and it was soon obvious that his talent was replacing me. What could I do?
"As it now stands, Pat is attending art school, and doing some limited dating on the side. Although he still loves me and sees me regularly, our sex is very light and far between. I guess I'm losing him as a lover. I don't know quite what to do now."
As was discussed earlier in this case history, once either of the two partners in a brother-sister incest relationship reaches maturity, the relationship is broken off gradually. So it has been with Pat and his sister. Kathy is bewildered, for her dreamworld is now falling apart, and unless she is given competent assistance, she may fall apart with her dreamworld. It is at this point in her life that Kathy will need to find someone upon whom she can depend, upon whom she can lean and need. Hopefully, she will find this person, and hopefully, that person will be a mature, sensitive male.