Introduction

"I had my first real sex-I mean all the way screw when I was twelve. Before that, I had fooled around a lot, letting guys feel me up, play with my pussy and my asshole. I even jerked a couple of guys off, but I never went the whole route of fucking until I met Chet.

"Chet was a man. All the others were boys-just smart-alecks who would have panicked if I had said 'yes' to them when they wanted to screw. But Chet was something else. He was about forty, and he was taking my mother out once in a while. That's how I met him....

"Chet and I really hit it off, and I don't know how it might have ended if he and my mother hadn't had that auto accident. They were both killed in a bad accident, and I found myself alone in the world. My only living relative was my mother's youngest brother, Rudy, who lived in a city about two hundred miles away....

"I got on fairly well in school, but I had grown so used to having money available when I wanted something, that I felt lost without it. Marge insisted that two bucks a week was plenty for a girl my age, but Rudy used to sneak me a few dollars extra, quite often. Rudy owned a garage, and had six guys working for him. My mother had told me that he had always been crazy about motors and engines and especially cars, even since he was a little boy, and he had started small and had built a very good business. He wasn't rich, but they lived good and had a real nice home.

"I guess that's where it all started, between me and Rudy-the sharing of the 'secret' that he was giving me extra money....

"The lonelier I became, the more determined I was that I was going to have my way with Rudy. It would be a double victory, because I really wanted to find out what he was like in bed. I could tell that he was feeling some of the same thing for me, by his eyes, and the way he subtly changed his contacts with me. I mean that he began to get me alone when she was out to the store, or at some sort of club thing. Marge was a real 'joiner,' all filled with the community spirit of sweetness and light, so she was gone a couple of nights a week.

"Rudy began to kiss me-just 'little girl' kisses at first, but I changed that quickly. When he kissed me, I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in, and that got to him fast. He couldn't help but put his hand on my breast, then pull my body in close so that my pussy was rubbing against his cock-and I could feel it getting hard right away. We kept it at that for a few days, and I even stopped mouthing off to Marge, so she wouldn't suspect anything, but both Rudy and I knew that soon, we had to have each other....

"We could hardly wait to get at each other. Rudy just swept me into his arms as if we had been lovers for years, and he began to take off my clothes, kissing me on the breasts, the arms and neck, and finally, on the pussy and thighs! I was white hot by the time he got his clothes off, and I couldn't keep my hands off him. I wanted to play with his stiff cock, and do everything he wanted to make him happy. I hoped that he would want me to do things for him that he couldn't get Marge to do, because I was sure that she must be a cold-assed tomato in the hay. I wanted Rudy to think of me as a woman, and not just his sister's daughter-and to treat me that way....

"It was hard for the next few days, to look Marge in the eye without laughing in her face. I almost wished that she would catch us, so I could enjoy seeing her come apart at the seams, knowing that I had taken her husband from her. But we managed to control ourselves, and not give away our secret by even a look. Rudy managed to get me some of the birth-control pills and I began taking them. He was awfully concerned that I might get pregnant, and he told me that it had been so wonderful for him that he wouldn't let anything ever stop our lovemaking.

"I felt happy, but I still couldn't get rid of that feeling that I wanted to show Marge up. I wanted something that would remind me always that Rudy was my lover, not hers.

"Then I saw that lovely gold ankle slave bracelet in the jeweler's window, and I told Rudy I had to have it. I told him I wanted it engraved with his initials and mine, so that I would always have a reminder of our love, day and night. Rudy was afraid that Marge would want to see it, and would spot the initials and know about us, but I told him that nobody but he and I would ever know about it, so he got it for me, engraving and all, about a week later....

"I told Rudy how I felt and he just looked at me and laughed. 'You're something else,' he said, as he took my hand and led me back into his and Marge's room. When I crawled onto the bed, it made me feel I had won another round in the battle for Rudy. I could hardly wait for him to put his prick into me, so I could watch us in the full-length mirror that was hung on the wall near the bed. I had been hoping for that for a long time, and now, it was going to happen.

"Rudy crawled on the bed beside me and put his hand on my breast. Both of us were facing the mirror, looking at each other in it, smiling and enjoying it immensely. I reached behind me and began to play with Rudy's prick. It didn't take much playing to get it hard and erect, and I spread myself on the bed so that I could still look into the mirror, and spread my legs wide.

"'Fuck me, honey,' I told Rudy. 'Really give it to me tonight. Fuck me rough-make me squeal, daddy.' He pinched one nipple and grinned, 'You're a devil, Lori. I'm going to make you holler 'uncle!' "

"We giggled at the joke and then he crawled on me and began to shove his cock into me. Both of us were looking in the direction of the mirror at first, getting a real kick out of it, as if we were two different people, standing aside and watching the horny couple on the bed, going to town.

"We were speeding up, ready to explode, when both of us saw her in the mirror! Marge was standing there, her eyes black with hate! I just wanted to keep on going, and let her suffer some real torment, watching Rudy make me come-and in her own bed! But Rudy panicked....

The above was a condensation of the testimony of Penny K. She and her uncle were accused of a murder, and tried in a small Midwestern town. The key to the solution was, as she stated, a slave bracelet given to her by her uncle.

The pair were ultimately convicted-her uncle of second degree murder, and Penny of complicity because she withheld information from the police. She was charged with being an accessory after the fact, and is now incarcerated in a home for juvenile criminals.

At the time of her trial, she was thirteen years old! We cite this case as an example of the many tragic turns that uncle-niece incest may take, and to point up that this form of incest is far more common than is supposed.

It is assumed that the older person in such a sex situation is usually responsible, but case records are now proving that this is not necessarily true. In a majority of the cases studied, it was the young female who either instigated the sex act, or who willingly cooperated with the older male, with no coercion involved.