Chapter 3
Case History-of Brother and Sister.
Philip and Rose were initiated into sexual play very early in life. Rose vividly remembered her first experience though it came at the tender age of three, and Philip five at the time.
She was sleeping in her crib when she was awakened by the sound of her fathers voice calling to her and her brother from his bedroom. He was asking them to come to him. Philip, who no longer slept in a crib, got out of his bed, lifted Rose out of her crib and took her hand as they walked to their father's room. Their parents slept in one large bed. They climbed into bed next to their father; their mother was sleeping on the other side, her back to them. After they had been in bed for a few minutes, their father reached over and tapped his wife on her shoulder.
"Come close to me," he whispered.
"You are disgusting. No, I will not come to you while the children are in the room."
He was infuriated at his wife's answer and he reached over and pulled her viciously to him. He pushed her legs apart and drove his penis into her as the two children cowered beneath the covers. She cried and moaned, and then he pulled his organ out of her vagina and shoved it into her mouth. Rose and Philip peered curiously out of the protection of the covers, trying to understand what was happening. They were strangely fascinated by the sight of that large, to them almost gigantic, piece of flesh entering their mother's mouth.
When Mr. L. saw that his children were taking an interest in the proceedings he removed his penis and called to his daughter:
"Rose, come here."
But she was afraid to go to him.
"Why are you afraid? Nothing will happen to you. Come here," he repeated.
Rose very slowly crawled out of the covers. Philip held her hand tightly for a moment to give her courage. She crawled over to her father and nestled close to his powerful naked body. At first his odor frightened her-it was so strong and rank-he smelled like a beast she had seen in a zoo. Her infantile mind had no knowledge of what was in store for her. All she knew was that even though he did not act or smell as he usually did, she was still happy to be with him.
"Come, my child, Move down here. Speak to your friend." He brought the child's face close to his penis.
"Yes, my child," he continued, "you must learn all the delights in the world so that when you grow to maturity you will be worthy of this earth. What do you see:
Rose did not answer her father. She took his penis in her little hands and held it as the flesh stiffened and the blood raced furiously through it.
"You have seen enough. Now you must taste it. You must taste this most priceless gift of all."
Rose was terrified at first. It looked so large and dangerous. He took her gently by the neck and pushed her toward his organ. Her childish mouth, so fresh and sweet, opened wide and his penis slowly entered it.
Mr. L. called out to his wife: "Look-she is doing it. The girl is an angel! We have much to be proud of this night."
Then the child's mouth began to excite him and he moved his member back and forth very gently, so as not to bruise her tender lips. When he had reached the height of excitement he moved the child away and let his semen fall upon the bed. He didn't want to give Rose a bad impression of fellatio by pouring an excess of seed into her mouth.
He spoke bitterly to his wife when it was over:
"You have missed the greatest joy a parent can experience. You have missed the equivalent of Paradise."
And then he fell back onto the bed, overcome by the extreme and ecstatic pleasure he had experienced.
Mrs. L. became jealous. A tidal wave of enraged jealousy engulfed her with such force that she was unable to fight it. She looked about for her son, Philip, but she could not see him. Then she spotted a crumpled form lying under the covers at the other side of the bed, and she called to him. He responded only by peering out and looking at her. She called him again and this time he reluctantly came to her, crawling slowly across the bed and making sure not to bump into his sister or his father.
When he reached almost to his mother he hesitated for a moment, and she pulled him to her. She removed his pajama bottoms swiftly, and felt his little penis. She played with it for a while and Philip giggled as her fingers tickled him.
Then she bent down over him and flicked his penis with her tongue. Philip became frightened and his whole body stiffened. She took his little penis in her mouth and fondled it with her tongue. She was stirred by deep currents of love and passion. Slowly, the boy's body began to relax under his mother's caresses. She felt, for the first time, a bit of activity in his member. Yes, she was sure of it, his penis was beginning to harden. She kissed the tip as it pointed up in the air.
Philip was smiling as his mother finally pushed him away and left his little stiffened organ to his own devices. She did not want to over do the situation.
Mrs. L. admitted to herself that her husband had been right, and the use of the children for certain activities was often justified. Philip in the meanwhile had crawled over to where his sister had fallen asleep and woke her to let her feel his penis. But Rose was too tired to play with it.
As the children grew older they were allowed many other ventures into their parents' bed. And, they discovered each other. As the years passed each one realized that no other person could excite them as much as each other. They would lock the door of their bedroom at night from the inside so that their father could not see them. But they could often hear him outside, panting and masturbating in the dark hallway. In the darkness of their own room they would wrap their arms around each other. Philip caught flies in little glass jars and saved them; he would put honey on his sister's nipples and then place the glass jar over her breast with the fly imprisoned within. Rose would sigh and moan in pleasure as the fly moved up and down her nipple and gently scraped her flesh with its silky feelers.
Rose would excite his still immature penis by placing it in her dainty little mouth. Then she would run to fetch a jar of jam which had hidden in the closet and she would spread the contents liberally on her brother's organ. Rose and her pet dog would then lick off the jam, and the touch of their tongues, especially the harsh, rasping tongue of the dog, made Philip very happy.
When Philip was twelve years old and Rose was ten, their mother decided to separate them, because she had come to think that their relationship was not a healthy one. So they were put into separate rooms. They were both miserable.
One night Philip could no longer stand being apart from his beloved sister. He slipped into Rose's room and they embraced as though they had been separated for years. Philip pushed her gently down on the bed and spread her legs. He knelt down and placed his tongue inside her vagina, and moved it from side to side. It was a fantastically successful reunion. Small moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room all evening. Philip's tongue was a gifted lover, even for a mere child, which he still was. When he tired of that, he brought the dog up on the bed and let it place its tongue into Roses' private parts. The dog's rear legs trembled as his tongue entered the human world.
As they grew older, the siblings' passion for each other continued and became more profound and exotic. The They spent all of their time thinking up various practices to excite each other. They lived for one another's bodies.
Mrs. L. finally decided that her children must be split apart, more or less permanently. She sent them to a series of private schools, going to great lengths to ensure their separation. She even sent them to schools which had vacations at different dates, so that neither would be at home while the other was.
The years passed, and soon the pain of not seeing each other moderated, and their pleas that they could not live without each other turned out to be exaggerations. Rose went to college, married, had a child, and was living in Cape Cod.
But Philip was another case. Since their enforced separation he had become, slowly, a disciplinary problem. In every school and organization, sooner or later there had been trouble. He was ultimately kicked out of a dozen schools and universities.
He drifted from job to job. He bet heavily at the racetrack and was soon in debt to a number of loansharks. In order to free himself of debt, he planned a daring stock swindle, involving stolen securities. The plan was thwarted by the police, however, and Philip was duly tried and found guilty. He was sentenced to three years in the federal penitentiary, and it was only because of numerous letters from influential citizens which his mother had obtained that he received such a short sentence.
When Rose heard of what had happened to her brother she went nearly mad with worry. She telephoned everyone she could think of in an effort to keep Philip from prison, but all her efforts were futile. One thing, however, did materialize from her activities, and that was the sudden realization that her husband no longer held her interest. The sudden concern for her brother had brought back all the delicious memories that had been hiding in the shallow pool of her unconscious mind.
During Philip's first week in jail, Rose did nothing but conjure up wild schemes to help him escape. But of course they all came to nothing. He started working in the laundry room, then went to the shoe factory, and finally they gave him an easy job in the prison library because of his literate background.
There was another young man working in the library named Saul and he was serving a ten year sentence for armed robbery. Saul was thin and pale, and he wore his blond hair as long as the prison authorities would allow him to. Philip and Saul often spoke together and found that they had a great deal in common. They began to make plans about what they would do after they were released. Saul had already decided to dedicate the rest of his life to crime. At first, Philip was shocked by such an outlook. But as the months passed he began to see Saul's point of view in a different light. In a letter to his sister, Philip wrote:
"I have met another inmate here, named Saul, and I wish you could have the opportunity of talking to him. Our conversations remind me of those happy days when you and I were in bed together, our arms around each other, and our tongues and hands exploring the secrets of the flesh."
The prison censorship took out a few lines in the letter, but still, when Rose received it she was furiously jealous. It sounded to her as though Philip were about to embark on a homosexual relationship. Since she and her brother had been practicing incest for many years, it was peculiar that a homosexual relation should have bothered her, but it did. She wrote a letter to Philip warning him against becoming embroiled with any inmate, since it would certainly have a damaging effect on him.
Rose's suspicious were correct; Philip was about to embark upon a passionate homosexual venture but at the time he had written his letter he was not aware of it. Only when his dreams began to be filled with erotic pictures of himself with Saul did he realize what was happening. At first he tried ruthlessly to tear the thoughts from his mind. But it was a futile attempt.
Finally he decided to fight it no longer, and to let the course of events go its own way, regardless of the consequences. One afternoon, both the young men were putting new books away on the shelves. Philip was on the ladder and Saul was passing the books up to him.
Philip was about to put a book on the shelf when he felt an arm on his leg. He did not move or say a word, for somehow he had been expecting it. Then he put the book on the shelf, and keeping his eyes focused straight ahead of him, he waited for the next move. It came swiftly. Saul dropped the pile of books he was holding and made one tentative step up the ladder. The first four rungs of the ladder were empty, since Philip was much higher up on it.
Saul moved Philip's trousers up along the leg until a portion of his self was bare. He pressed his lips to the bare flesh, and this first contact of his friend's bare calf, and Philip felt surges of desire flowing through his body. He did not wait. Still standing on the ladder, he loosened his pants and let them drop to his knees. His penis was erect and straining against his underwear. Saul reached up and gently pulled his member out into the open. Philip wished he would hurry. He thought of his penis as a doomed bird who would not live much longer, but before it died it wished to make the long migratory trip to a jewel--liked island in the South Pacific.
At first Saul only nibbled at the tip of his friend's penis, cooing to it as if it were, indeed, a bird. Philip had to keep a firm grip on the ladder, lest the unstable thing, which was swaying from side to side under the weight of the two men, fall over. Then Saul's tongue roved over his globes, which swung gently in their sack, and he sighed softly to express his delight. Finally Saul took his whole member into his mouth. Philip's body quivered with ecstatic feelings. The ladder swayed dangerously as Saul moved his mouth up and down along the sides of his friend's penis. For the first time since Philip had been imprisoned he began to feel free. As Saul's mouth continue to caress him, the burdens of imprisonment-seemed to glide over him. He thought of the rolling Connecticut hills he had known as a boy. He even thought of his father dead these many years, but the power of Philip's memory brought back the erotic nights spent in bed with his sister and father.
His penis grew and grew under Saul's delicate prodding. Then he whispered to his friend to watch out, for his seed was about to spill. Saul braced himself as best he could on the ladder and hardly moved as Philip's hot semen poured forth. His penis shuddered, and Saul stroked the delightful flesh as it finished its climax. His eyes were turned lovingly toward Philip, who had also been forced to brace himself extremely well.
Then it was over, and as if in a daze, they very slowly and methodically began to put the books on the shelves again. They did not speak to each other, so as not to defile the pure passion of the previous moments by any mundane words.
From that time onwards, almost every day was filled with fellatio and other erotic pasttimes. Philip looked forward eagerly to each day in the library, and the two young men grew closer and closer.
Their relationship eventually blossomed into a great love. One by one, the days flew by, and Philip did not even think of the forthcoming day of his release. All of his thoughts were devoted to Saul. As they were working in the closet together one afternoon, Saul closed the door of the closet abruptly. Philip smiled, realizing what would follow. But Saul did not reach for his penis-he turned his back to Philip. Philip walked over to him and kissed him softly behind the ear, as if to inquire what the matter was. His penis hungered for Saul's mouth. Saul looked back over his shoulder coyly, and he undid his pants, presenting his bare buttocks.
Philip understood exactly; he moved closer to Saul and the tip of his stiffened penis played with his friend's buttocks. Philip reached a hand around Saul's body and felt the softened member. He tried desperately to excite Saul's penis but he could not. Finally, slowly, he pushed his own penis between Saul's buttocks, and as it entered, Saul's organ began to harden. They stayed still for a moment just like that-penis between buttocks, hand on penis, lips searching for flesh, and the closet steamed with the odors of a violent passion.
Philip started to move his organ slowly, letting it glide in and out so as not to hurt his friend. But even so, little moans of pain and delirium came from Saul. Philip went faster and faster, until it seemed that the two bodies would melt together. Then Saul was almost thrown against the side of the closet and Philip climaxed. But before Saul could recover his balance, Philip spun him around and kneeling down, grasped Saul's hardened member in his mouth, gently, but firmly enough so that it would not jump out of his mouth in its excitement.
As Philip caressed Saul's penis with his lips, his thoughts returned to his sister, Rose, and he remembered that in spite of all these temporary loves, there was only one person whom he loved beyond time-and that was his sister.
It seemed like an eternity until Saul's organ reached that size and state of excitement that meant he would have his orgasm. But finally it came and Saul made sounds of joy as the sticky fluid poured out into Philip's mouth and onto the floor.
Saul was very good to Philip and he was able to obtain many benefits for his friend. He brought him many delicasies from the kitchen, where he had friends. Philip had an idea how Saul managed to procure these things, but he did not want to make any moral judgment on the method.
One morning as they both reported for work in the library, Philip spotted Saul carrying a small canvas bag. He was surprised that Saul could have carried that size bag about the kitchen, but when he reflected on his friend's wile, he realized that nothing was impossible. Saul said nothing about the package and Philip did not ask him anything. Finally, after lunch, Saul pulled him to one side.
"What do you think I have in here?"
"I don't know," admitted Philip.
Saul was positively gleeful at having out-foxed his friend and his laughter echoed through the prison library.
Saul opened the canvas bag. There was a live duck inside. A rope was tied around its beak to keep it quiet. Saul held it up in the air for his friend to admire.
"Where can we go for privacy?" he asked Philip in a conspiratorial voice.
Philip recommended the closet, but he didn't understand what his friend was up to.
"Of course, we can't cook it there," Philip mentioned, a bit perplexed.
"Cook?" repeated Saul, laughing uproariously as if his friend had made one of the funniest jokes of the century.
They went into the closet and squatted down on the floor. Saul had a sharpened file in his shoe and he removed it, twirling it around between his fingertips and letting the small shafts of light that penetrated the closet gleam on it.
"Are you still unaware of what I am about to do?" Saul asked his friend.
"Well," replied Philip, smiling, "I am sure you are not going to help the bird."
Saul laughed, and before the last traces of a smile had vanished from his lips he drew the file across the neck of the bird. For a moment there was nothing, not even a slight movement. Then the neck split open and a torrent of blood spilled out onto both of them.
Saul continued cutting until the head was severed from the body, and then the bird began to thrash about. Saul held the bird in front of him, the open neck facing toward Philip, and he began to gesture in a beckoning fashion.
Philip was confused:
"What do you want me to do? I don't understand."
"Come closer, much closer. And take your penis out of your pants."
Philip did as his friend suggested. He came closer to the bird and exposed his penis-it lay soft and pliant against his leg. Saul grabbed it and began to stroke it with one bloody hand as the other hand held the decapitated but still thrashing bird. Finally Philip's penis was aroused and the open, ragged hole of the duck's neck lay before him. Saul moved the bird's open neck over Philip's penis like a bloody glove. As his penis penetrated that raw and heated opening, Philip shook with anticipation. He had never felt anything like it. He had never felt such flesh engulfed him. Saul did not rush it. He pushed the bird forward a bit at a time, always sure to rotate the bird so as to give his friend the maximum amount of pleasure. The bird was still thrashing of its own accord, and Saul added to the movement by jerking it up and down on Philip's penis. The combination of the freshly butchered flesh and the veins and arteries of the gaping wound drove Philip wild with excitement.
"Faster, faster! Move it faster!" Philip's commands came breathlessly. His voice trailed off at the end, as if the words couldn't mirror his need for increased activity.
Saul pushed the bird up and down as fast as he could, and Philip reached an absolute frenzy of excitement. The thrust of his penis finally caused the bird's neck to split apart, and his semen poured through the gory remains as he climaxed.
A few weeks later, the inevitable came. Philip was to be released. His days in prison had been so Utopian since he had met Saul that he had given no thought to his release. In fact, he had forgotten all about it. Now, the news shocked him, and he went so far as to contemplate doing something which would force the prison authorities to have him remain there.
Saul cautioned him against such an action, telling Philip that if he did something which would be considered bad enough to prevent his release, the authorities would probably transfer him to another prison, so nothing would be accomplished. Philip realized the truth of his friend's advice. There was nothing he could do but resign himself to the coming date. In the meantime, however, they both resolved to intensify their lovemaking so that their last days together would be memorable ones.
On Philip's last day in the library Saul asked him to come into the closet for a goodbye gift. Once inside, Saul fell to knees, weeping and moaning over the impending departure of his friend. Saul maintained this irrational behavior for many minutes, and his cries began to grow so loud that Philip feared the noise would betray them. He tried every means to comfort his friend but they were futile.
Then he grabbed Saul by the shirt and asked him: "What is the goodbye gift you promised me?" For some reason, this question, combined with a vigorous shaking, made Saul come to his senses. "A gift?" he queried, perplexed.
"Yes, you told me you had a gift for me, to ease the strain of our parting."
Then Saul's eyes lit up and he thrust his hands in Philip's trousers and brought out his penis. Without any further ado he performed fellatio on Philip, putting his whole body and soul into the effort, and giving Philip a few moments of the most exquisite pleasures he had ever experienced. When he was through and Philip's organ lay exhausted between his thighs, Saul spoke very briefly of his great love for Philip and asked to be remembered.
Two days later Philip was released. They placed him on a bus to New York. Philip had written to his sister of the date and time of his arrival and she was at the bus terminal to greet him. Rose had taken a small apartment in Jersey City and she had purchased an extra cot for Philip to use when he came home.
"You look thin, but other than that, you look fine," Rose said to him as they were relaxing in the apartment only a few hours after he had arrived at the bus depot.
"I am fine," he replied, "but I hope things will begin to look even brighter."
He did not explain his strange remark to Rose, but she was frightened that he intended to go into some type of illegal activity again, only to end up back in the penitentiary.
He looked very tired, so she drew his bath and then made up the bed in order for him to take a nap. He bathed, lay down, and in an instant he was asleep. He slept for many hours, and when he began to stir and wake, Rose climbed into bed with him. Still drowsy, he stretched out his hand and felt the soft, warm flesh of her breasts. He was awake in an instant, trying to shake the fuzziness from the long sleep out of his brain.
Rose's breasts were soft and pliant under his demanding hands, and her nipples quickly stiffened, inviting him, calling for him with passion heightened by his long absence. She could see the bright gleam of his teeth, and she almost wanted that brightness to sink forever into her flesh. His teeth played gently with her nipples, like those of a young cat who has caught an especially succulent mouse. She moaned with pleasure. It had been so very long since she and her brother were together....too long! "Did you miss me?"
"Yes," Philip lied, "You were all that I thought about."
She cried out with pleasure at his words and moved her nipples deep into his mouth, her hands roving all over his body and caressing his long-missed flesh.
He released her nipples and began to kiss the soft skin of her belly. She shuddered, the most delightful sinking feeling came over her, and she ran her hands frantically through his disheveled hair. Then he kissed her navel, and spread her thighs wide. She closed her eyes, and as his tongue reached her vagina she sighed and wriggled her toes as if to show that all was right in the world again.
They made love for hours. His tongue made the walls of her vagina fairly sing with passion. His tongue went in and over every part of her body and she reciprocated by holding his penis between her lips and humming a tune so that the soft air would caress the tip of his member, and the pleasure of this drove Philip wild.
The next morning she asked him what he was planning to do. He replied that he was going to look for a job. In a few moments he was out of the house. He returned late the same evening. When she asked him whether he had been successful, he smiled, and threw a wad of money on the table. She picked it up and counted it. There was five hundred dollars in the bundle.
"Where in the world did you get this?" Rose demanded.
"I earned it," he replied, still smiling.
"Where? Where could you earn five hundred dollars in one day?"
He picked up the money and pushed it under her face:
"Either you want some or you don't but don't nag me. Keep your mouth shut!"
Night after night for many weeks, Philip brought home huge sums of money, until one day he came home with a bloodied face and a severe cut on the back of his neck. And he had no money to throw on the table. Then all the facts fell into place and Rose realized what her brother had been doing. He had been out mugging. She cursed herself that she had been so stupid as not to have guessed it immediately. She presented him with the evidence. The moment she finished speaking he sat down at the table, his head bent and all his arrogance vanished.
"You're right, sis, absolutely right. I guess if I can't talk with a woman who is both my sister and my lover, then I must be in pretty bad shape."
Rose's heart almost broke as she heard her brother speak like that. She wanted to help him. She need to help him. Philip continued:
"When I was in the penitentiary I had a long and passionate homosexual love affair. I even thought of hitting a guard so that they wouldn't let me leave, but at the last minute I was dissuaded from doing so. The day I left the penitentiary and came here, I felt funny. I felt as if I would never again be able to become excited by sex. For me, sex seemed dead. Then we made love, and while it was enjoyable, it wasn't the way it was when we were young. The fact was clear: I could no longer be satisfied merely by sex. So the next day I found violence. Now it is violence that I crave. It's violence that arouses my organs and sets my blood pounding. It's violence I am thinking of when we are together at night. The money I get from this violence, these muggings, is only incidental."
Rose could not speak for many minutes. She tried to sort out everything her brother had said. Then she said to him:
"You realize, of course, that your craving for violence will end in disaster for you?"
"I do. But as you remember, years ago, no threat would have frightened me enough to keep me away from your bed."
When he said that Rose burst into tears. She couldn't bear the idea of him returning to the penitentiary, or worse, bleeding to death in some dark alleyway, shot by a policeman's bullet. What could she do?
"Philip," she pleaded, "I am asking you to give me a week, and during that time you must refrain from these violent activities. Just give me the change to help you-I beg you.
She fell down on the floor and grasped his legs. Her whole body shook from fright and her dreadful feelings of helplessness to help him.
"All right," he conceded, reluctantly, "you have a week, but there is really nothing you can do." With that remark he went to sleep.
Rose soon realized what had to be done. She had to bring back the misplaced sexuality which had led her brother to experience orgasms when committing violent acts. But how could that be done? Her body by itself was no longer able to entrance him. Then, in a flash, she remembered the bundle of books her father had left to them when he died. She always carried a small group of these, wrapped in cloth and placed at the bottom of her suitcase. They had never been opened. She rushed to the closet where her suitcase was and dragged it out and opened it. The bundle, yellow and frayed, was still intact. She undid the string, and her fingers trembling, she leafed through the manuscripts.
She realized immediately that they were priceless. Each book was a rare edition of some valuable erotic classic. The mysteries of the most sublime sexualities were hidden in their pages. But normal sexuality, no matter what the variation, could not wean Philip from his violence. She knew this instinctively.
She searched for ancient and tried procedures pertaining to oral sex. This, she knew, was the only form of sex powerful enough and sublime enough to remove Philip's attachment to violence. The days wore on and her week was almost up. Then she found it. At least, she found something which might just do the trick. It was a method, described as a holy ritual, which keepers of the flame (in this case, young girls) would perform on priests. It had originated somewhere in Hong Kong. All day she sat at her desk, poring over the scanty details, wishing there had been a fuller explanation. But she would have to make do with the information she had.
Rose was bursting with anticipation at the thought of a passionate reunion with her brother. Her body began to quiver gently as she imagined his body, and she had a vision of Philip's erect penis, calling to her, or so it seemed.
He was silent and morose that evening, as he usually was. Then, without a word of good-night, he abruptly went off to bed. The moment after he left, Rose went into the kitchen to prepare the material. It took her only about fifteen minutes, and she carried a small jar out of the kitchen with her as she went to her brother's bed. He was already sleeping when she crept into bed with him. Gently, she opened the fly of his trousers and exposed his sexual organs. They were so beautiful she was tempted to kiss them, but she restrained herself since she did not want him to wake yet. Taking some of the jelly-like substance out of the small jar, she began to apply a thin film of it onto his globes. When it was all over them she took some more of the jelly in her hands and began to rub them together. The heat from the friction of her hands acted on the jelly, changing its chemical makeup and making it into a new and more powerful substance. This substance she placed, very sparingly, on her tongue, lips, and the inside of her mouth. Then she sat back and waited, holding his coated globes gingerly, as if expecting them to explode.
Philip began to stir. The experiment was beginning to work. He was neither awake nor completely asleep, but Rose could feel the heat flowing through his body. She peered closely at his globes. The jelly seemed to be penetrating them, creasing them, but otherwise there was no damage or change.
In his semi-conscious state, Philip felt the most delicious feeling in his globes. They seemed to be expanding and contracting slowly, moving inward and outward in accordance with the movements of the heavens and the contractions of the galaxies. Then he felt as though his globes had been transferred to his heart and his heart to where his globes had been, and he felt that a glorious young girl was performing fellatio on his heart.
One after the other the most sublime visions came to him, all of them using his globes as the central theme. He saw a whole group of young boys, each of them beautifully made and each of them looking like his friend Saul, licking his globes with their splendid tongues.
When he seemed to be growing frantic because he could not stand these degrees of ecstasy for too long, Rose woke him. He sat straight up, a shocked look on his face, not knowing where he was or who he was. She comforted him and told him what she had done. He fell back, exhausted, unable to speak or to pass judgment. He told her, briefly, with his hands, that he had gone through one of the most extraordinary experiences of his life.
She smiled when he said that, for she had not used the second part of her method.
He closed his eyes, as if to fall asleep again. Rose knew that this was the time. She touched the tip of his penis with her tongue, which, along with the lips and mouth, had been coated with the heated jelly. Then she moved her mouth onto the whole penis, and it stood upright. Her tongue flicked back and forth against the tip, the heated jelly entering the flesh and beginning to make the penis dance and quiver in the most unusual manner. The moisture from her mouth calmed it down somewhat but then her lips drove his organ into another frenzy. It is impossible to describe the feelings that Philip experienced. Rose became as frantic as him, having been deprived of that piece of delightful flesh for so long, and her internal heat further activated the miraculous powers of the jelly.
His organ moaned and whistled, it assumed a life of its own, it assumed a life that he could not fathom. All the passion of a thousand years, all the ecstasy of the far eastern cults, coalesced in his stiffened organ.
Finally, he could stand it no longer, and he grabbed his penis in both hands in order to stop the ecstasy, for he feared he would go insane. The moment he pulled his own organ out of his sister's mouth, the organ began to act up, like a bucking horse that was trying to fight its rider.
"Do not fight me, my darling," she said, and took the penis once again, and with a short burst of activity brought it to its bursting point, and the torrent of seed poured out, innundating the jelly and the bed.
He embraced her, unable to verbalize his joy, unable to thank his sister for her activities. Then he pushed her back down, and spread her thighs and his tongue entered her vagina, giving her all of his thanks in the form of a frantic stimulation.
As he thrust his powerful tongue in her, she glowed with pride and success. Their father's legacy had been true and powerful. She knew her brother had found something that violence could never equal. She knew that all would be well now, and thet there was no fear of his returning to the penitentiary. It didn't matter what job he took, or how little money they both made, or what the world thought of them, for every night, they would be initiated into the most ecstatic of all rituals.
Rose was right. Her brother stopped his morbid craving for violence and took a job in a large department store. We cannot say that they lived happily ever after, for our files do not have the complete record.
But one thing is certain. A passionate and avant-garde approach to Oral Sex kept a man from turning into a pathological killer, whose only thrills would be the attack on the victim. No one, of course, has a right to make a judgment on their incestuous behavior unless we carefully examine our own lives.