Chapter 3
Summer Orgy
"I remember my thirteenth year well. I graduated from grammar school, had my birthday a week later, on June twenty-third, and I left on the first of July to spend the summer with my uncle John and my cousins, Rich and Jack. But there was more to it than just a summer vacation. It was the year I discovered what sex was all about-or I should say, I was taught about it.
"I hadn't seen them for so long I had almost forgotten what they looked like. They lived in Los Angeles and I lived in a dinky little town in Arizona. When my cousins were little and my aunt Millie was alive, they used to love to come and spend half the summer with us. I remembered them as wide-eyed kids who had never seen a horse or a cow close up-only in the movies. We had lots of fun then, but I never had been to visit them in L.A. My dad runs a gas station and sort of general store in a big bend in the road. It isn't even that, since they put the freeway through. It skirted around dad's dinky place and left us a. mile off the main highway. Only a few local people still came to dad, either out of loyalty, or because he was closer-if they ran out of something.
"Anyhow, I had been teasing Dad to let me go away for the summer. He really didn't need me around. He could cook and keep house better than I ever could, and there wasn't enough trade at the store to keep one person busy, so he finally broke down and let me go. I wrote a letter to make sure it was okay, and Dad bought my bus ticket and gave me thirty-five dollars for spending money. It may not seem like much, but to him-to us-it was.
"I was shocked when I met Rich at the bus depot. I hadn't seen him for about five years, and he had been a gangly kid then. Now, he was over six feet tall, with broad shoulders, a handsome face, and a convertible that would knock your eyes out. Jack wasn't much shorter, and every bit as good-looking as Rich, and in a way, he had a lot nicer personality-outgoing, always kidding and wearing a big grin. I warmed up to Jack right away, but it was Rich that really stayed in my thoughts on the ride to my uncle Johnny's place.
"I was so proud when Rich held his arm for me to hold while we walked out of the bus depot, and when Jack stood there, hands on hips and whistled loud and clear-you know, the 'wolf whistle.'
"As I sat between them, Jack put his arm around me and even before we got home, he had managed to brush his hand against my breasts. I wore a size thirty-six bra, and I had a nice shape, I knew that, but I was really flattered when those two good-looking cousins of mine made over me that way. I knew I was going to enjoy every minute of the vacation, and already, I was dreaming of a way that I might perhaps talk my uncle John and my dad into letting me stay in L.A. and finish my schooling.
"I was surprised at my uncle, too. Not that he had changed so much, but I just hadn't paid much attention to him before. He was a handsome man, and I could see where the boys got their good looks. And was I ever overwhelmed by the place they had! They had a swimming pool, a big yard with a croquet layout on it, a Ping-Pong table in the combination dressing room and game room out by the pool. They were rich!
"I know now that they weren't really all that wealthy, but Uncle John was an engineer for an aircraft company, and he made pretty big money. Also, I learned, my aunt had left a big insurance policy to both of her sons, so they had money in their own bank accounts and didn't need to rely on their father for anything.
"We went swimming the first night, and the fun began right away. I had brought my bathing suit, but it was an old-fashioned thing, and Rich dug me up a suit that one of his girl friends had left in the dressing room. It was a real mini-bikini thing, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, it seemed that it showed everything I had-the crack of my pussy, my nipples jutting out-even the hair around my pussy-the outside part, anyhow.
"I could see Rich and Jack eying me and nudging one another when I came out to the pool. I was surprised that Uncle John was also in swimming trunks, and when he looked at me, his eyebrows shot up and he shook his head. He came over and held me by the shoulders. 'My gosh,' he said, 'I always thought your mother was. a beautiful girl. Never could understand why she wanted to bury herself over there in Arizona with your dad, but, Betty, you've got her beat a mile!'
"He kept saying nice things all evening about my shape and my looks, and he hardly gave the boys a chance, but I could see by their eyes that they were going to want plenty of chances when Uncle John was at work.
"But I was surprised that it was Uncle John that made the first move. It turned out that the boys both had dates that night, later on, and they got out of the pool early and dressed up and left. They apologized for leaving on my first night there, and said that from now on, they would be including me in a lot of things-the beaches, Disneyland, Hollywood Bowl, a tour of a movie studio-all the exciting things I'd thought about so much.
"It had been a happy beginning, and when they got out of the pool and left Uncle Johnny and me alone, I was already relaxed and feeling right at home. It was easy to see that all three liked me, and I knew the summer was going to be a wonderful one. I didn't know that some of the wonders were to begin that night, though.
"I guess most people think that girls from the country are either all-sex or dumb about it. I was sort of in the middle. I was fourteen, and I'd been raised in cattle and fruit farm country, and I guess I took sex pretty much for granted. I'd seen dogs screwing, chickens, cattle mating, even horses, and I somehow knew a lot about sex without ever applying that learning to human beings. We were always in such an isolated place that I had no real boyfriends.
"In school, I suppose I had the usual 'feels' and smart aleck remarks made to me, and I had been on a few dates, but they had turned into 'smooching' affairs with a few feels thrown in, until we both got so excited that it scared us. I doubt if any of the boys knew what to do, and I didn't know either. My father was pretty strict, but I did sneak out a couple of times for more serious dates with the older boys. They weren't much different, except for one boy named Ron, who did get my panties off one night in his car, and got down between my legs and kissed my cunt a little. He lost his nerve, though, when it came down to really trying to screw, and I heard later that he had caught a dose of clap from some whore, and that it was a good thing I hadn't had any fucking with him. I don't know if it was true or not, but a couple of the girls he dated told me about it.
"Anyhow, Uncle John went inside and got some good wine. It came from Spain, the bottle said, and he brought out some glasses by the pool. He asked me if my father had let me drink, and I didn't want to seem too much like a baby, so I said that daddy did if I wanted to. I did qualify it a little and leave a way out, by saying that I had never drank much but beer, and then only once in a while.
"John poured the wine and we sat there sipping at it, in our bathing suits. It was good, and the whole scene was something out of a Hollywood movie, to me. A beautiful pool with soft lights all around it, a full moon, a warm breeze, and from somewhere, I could smell night-blooming jasmine bushes.
"Pretty exciting stuff for a girl not yet fifteen who had been used to the dry, harsh desert country.
"Uncle John was sitting beside me on a chaise-longue thing-all chrome and leather-and I could feel a little tingle go through me when our bodies touched. The wine mellowed me quickly-I think now that he knew it would-and I began to relax more and lean on him and talk a blue streak. He kept filling my wine glass, and I sipped it faster and faster. Before I knew it, his arm was around me and I was snuggling on his shoulder and his hand was touching my breast.
"He had said to me, 'Tell me all about yourself, Betty,' and I was gabbing away, really enjoying everything. He was a dynamic man. He was all man, all the time-a lot more sexy than either Rich or Jack, and he was getting to me with his clever feels and his movements. After a while, I could see that there was a big bulge in the front of his swim trunks, and I knew what a hard-on was, all right. I guess I got sort of giddy from the knowledge that I could really turn him on that way-me, a country hick-and the wine made me a little loose in my thoughts as well as in my words.
"I giggled and pointed to his cock. 'Why, Uncle Johnny!' I said, being real cute and mocking, 'Whatever is going on?' He laughed and squeezed my breast, letting his fingers dig into the nipple and I felt myself getting pretty horny.
"'You're not as dumb as you make out,' he laughed, finishing his wine and taking my glass and setting it down. 'Come on, let's really have some fun!' He stood up and peeled off his swimming trunks and I gaped at his cock as it stood up stiff and proud, almost touching his bellybutton, it was so long and hard. Before I could get my wits, he had reached around and undone the snap on the bikini bra and then untied the cords that drew the bikini bottom tight around my waist, and he took off my entire suit!
"He picked me up in his arms, and my flesh burned against his bare skin, and he walked to the steps and down into the pool! The water excited me, instead of taking the edge off my 'glow on,' and I got into the spirit of the thing quickly. I always was a good swimmer, and I took off across the pool, Johnny right beside me. We were laughing and yelling and feeling each other as we raced up and down the length of the pool two or three times.
"When we finished, I was tired, and we were both panting and giggling, and he took me in his arms. His cock had softened a little, but I could feel it begin to get real hard again when he crushed my breasts to his chest, and our pubic area pressed tight against one another. I felt like I was in a dream-playing a part in a movie I saw, called "The Babysitter," where the first seduction scene between an older man and a young girl took place in a swimming pool.
"It was strange, looking back on it now, but I didn't feel I was doing anything wrong. I was just 'having fun-the time of my life!' Uncle Johnny wasn't my relative, he was just a handsome, mature man who was making love to me in a wild, romantic and exciting way! The word 'incest' never entered my mind. Maybe it was because we were practically strangers, even though we were niece and uncle. We were discovering each other for the first time, and we liked what we were finding and feeling.
"He kissed me, and I opened my mouth to let his tongue flicker inside for a moment. I shoved my own tongue into his mouth, and he sucked on it, while his hands moved to my ass, pulling me in closer as his fingernails dug into my soft flesh. Then one hand came around and took my breast, cupping it with a hard pressure that sent more tingles up my spine. I knew then that it wasn't just the wine that was making me feel the way I did-it was my uncle's magnetic personality, and his strong, sexy body, and the masterful way he went about it. He wasn't treating me like a child. I was a woman, and he wanted me.
"I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand, running my fingers up and down the length of it, squeezing it and feeling it throb under my touch. It made me feel so-so grownup-so chic and worldly. Up until then, I had been messing around with 'little boys' and now, on my first night in Los Angeles, I was with a real man who wanted me sexually. But there was more than just the sex. I felt inside, somehow, that Uncle Johnny really did love me. I could feel a need in him for my body and my love, and I suddenly remembered that my aunt had been dead for a long time-over ten years-and I remembered what a lonely life my father had led after my mother died, and I suddenly wanted to give Uncle John everything-my love, my body, my life-if he needed it. I don't know if I've ever really been in love. They say young girls have crushes on older men all the time, but to me, it was the first blossoming of love for a grown man!
"He was holding me close, massaging my breast and my fanny, and we were moving our hips so that our organs were touching. He began to mumble, almost as if in pain, 'Oh, Betty, my darling-you're such a lovely thing.' You're a woman-a desirable, beautiful, exciting woman!' His body and his words were making me melt, and I wanted him badly! He said, through a kiss, 'I need you and want you. Will you?'
"I knew what he wanted, and I wanted the same thing. I knew it would spoil it if I played naive or coy, so I just threw my arms around his neck and kissed him harder than ever, shoving my pussy hard against his cock. 'I want you, too,' I said,' ... now!'
"It may sound strange, but I didn't worry about being 'an amateur' at the sex game. I knew that Uncle Johnny would know exactly what to do, and that it would be wonderful with him.
"We walked out of the pool, admiring each other's sleek, water-covered body, and we went into the dressing rooms. John grabbed a towel and began to dry me off, first my back, then the front. He took a long time rubbing my breasts and between my legs, and I kept kissing his body-whatever part of it came close to my lips.
"I grabbed a towel and dried him off, and when I was finished, his cock was stiff and proud again, waving as he walked, almost as if to make me more excited as we went into the house. It was a one-story, rambling place, and Uncle John's room was a lovely place-a combination den, bar, and bedroom that overlooked the patio and pool. I just couldn't shake the feeling that I was someone else, acting in a romantic movie.
"He poured two small snifter glasses of brandy, and we sat on the bed. The brandy burned my throat, but it made me even more excited, and I clinked my glass to his and tried to act like an experienced woman, instead of a fourteen-year-old amateur. But I felt like a woman and I was so at ease with him.
"He surprised me by asking, with a soft smile, 'Are you a virgin, Betty?' At first I was tempted to deny that I was, but I knew instinctively that he would know I was lying. Besides, I wanted him to teach me, and to be gentle, yet terribly masculine with me, and I sensed that it would mean so much to him if he knew that he was the first man to enter my pussy with his cock, so I just smiled back and nodded.
"He took the glasses and set them aside and began to kiss my body. I laid back on the bed and just wallowed in the wonderful feeling of his lips roaming over my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and finally, he buried his handsome face in the soft hair around my cunt and I could feel his tongue exploring areas of it that only my own fingers had ever touched before! He spread my legs wider and began to use his finger to go deep inside me, while his tongue massaged and tormented my clitoris, driving me almost insane with the pleasure. I had never masturbated much, but I knew that this was going to be a thousand times better than anything I could do to myself-or that any of the silly boys I knew could do!
"I had an orgasm in a burst of pleasure that shot through my whole body! I wrapped my legs tightly around Uncle Johnny's neck and bucked and rolled. He kept his mouth locked to my pussy, his tongue dancing in and out of it, his teeth nibbling at my clit and his fingers exploring the inner walls. I was moaning with pleasure, and inside a minute, I exploded into another orgasm, even better than the first!
"I wanted more. I wanted to have him eat me up, but I wanted even more to feel his hard, beautiful cock inside me. I just knew that it would be the most wonderful moment of my life. I pushed him away and then pulled him up so that I could kiss him and suck his tongue. His lean, muscular body was flattened against mine, his cock pushing hard against my thighs, my breasts burning into his chest. I stopped kissing his mouth and he drew his head back and looked into my eyes and smiled.
"'Was it good, baby doll?' he asked. He knew damned well it had been, by the way I had threshed about and moaned and shuddered. 'You're wonderful!' I told him. 'Now-go all the way-fuck me-fuck me until I beg you to stop!'
"I could feel his cock jumping when I said that, and he got on his knees and spread my legs. With one hand, he spread the lips of my pussy, and with the other, he took his throbbing prick and began to gently lower himself down on my body so that he could slide it into me without putting all his weight on me. I wouldn't have cared. I was walking on air-living in a dream world, filled with only John. I didn't think about it hurting. The first time it does, everybody had told me, but I didn't care. In a way, I guess I did want it to hurt a little, because I'm one of those people that usually forget the good things and remember the things that hurt. Maybe that makes me a little bit of a masochist, but that's how I am.
"I seemed to be sharper in all my senses, all over my body and mind, for I can still remember that feeling as the head of his prick slid between the lips of my pussy and touched my clitoris for the first time! They say that a man likes to remember the first 'cherry' he's had. Well, I think a woman does, too. My very first intercourse, and it had been wonderful-as if a romantic poet had written the script, and we were acting out the parts.
"He began to push it in and out, still guiding it with his hand, but after a few thrusts, my wet, hot pussy just softened up and it slid in and out easily. It didn't hurt. It was a funny feeling-different than when he had been sucking my cunt-but there was no real pain to it. I began to move my ass so that I met his thrusting cock, and he moved my legs so that I knew he wanted me to lock them around his hips. He got back on his knees, but he held my ass cheeks in both hands, drawing my cunt up to his cock. He was looking down at his prick sliding in and out, and I loved the look on his face. It was lustful, yet it was soft and gentle. At that moment, I didn't care if I died the next hour or so-I'd tasted heaven. And I kept thinking that I had a whole summer of it ahead of me. I wondered if I could ever leave Uncle Johnny, after this!
"His movements became faster and I kept up with him, and towards the end, it was like we had been having each other like this for years. Our bodies just seemed to 'know' what the other's was going to do-what it was feeling. When I felt him explode his hot juices into me, my cunt tingled and danced with joy as I had an orgasm at the same moment. I was almost out of my head with the pure pleasure of my first fuck! I was like another person, standing there and watching, while I felt my whole body go almost numb with the delight his cock was bringing to me.
"When he began to come, he let his weight down on me and really pumped away, moaning and moving his hips, while our tongues played with each other's, and we mumbled silly words that neither of us understood. But the message of love and passion was there, just the same.
"He rolled off me and lay there, my head on his chest, both of us just enjoying the 'afterglow.' He said softly, 'God, Betty, you're the most wonderful creature God ever made. You're beautiful. You're adorable. What will I ever do without you?'
"I didn't want to think about that, so I began to play with his cock. It was slimy, from his come and my own juices, but it began to throb and get hard, and inside another five minutes, we were at it again. I had learned from the first one, and this time, I knew how to maneuver my body so that my pussy was more accessible to his cock, and we both came a lot quicker. But it was just as good. And this time, Uncle John laid there on me, looking into my eyes, running his fingers through my hair and over my face, adoring me with his eyes.
"'Sorry, baby girl?' he asked. I shook my head and kissed his fingers. 'I'm the happiest I've ever been in my whole life!' I told him. And I meant it.
"He began to chuckle. Then he said, 'I'm going to have one hell of a time keeping the love for you that I feel from showing, when the boys are around.'
"I laughed and said, 'What about me?'
"He put his hand on my lips and said, very seriously, 'Let's not even think about it. Let's just love each other this way, forever-'
"After that, we put our suits on again and took a swim. By the time the boys came home, I was in bed. I was not asleep. I was too excited and thrilled to sleep. My body and my mind were on fire. I just couldn't believe that being made love to by a man could make a woman feel as alive, as important and as happy as I felt.
"I heard the three of them joking in the den. I remember that Rich said to his father, 'Well, you lucky old dog, how did you get along with our little country cousin?' And he followed it with a suggestive whistle-a 'Phewww-pheeuu,' that suggested that he expected that his father would have seduced me within a few moments. If he only knew!
"I heard Uncle John say, 'She's a lovely girl and a sweet person. I want you both to show her a good time while she's here. Give up a little time and be nice to her. She's a wonderful girl.'
"I heard Rich comment laughingly, 'Boy, Pop, we should have stayed home tonight. Sounds like our little cute visitor has already won you over!'
"Then Jack chimed in, 'Don't worry, Pop-anybody would be proud to take that chick around. Trouble is, what am I going to tell Joanie? She'll never believe that Betty's my cousin, and that she's only fourteen!'
"Uncle John chuckled and said, 'You'll work it out-a fast talker like you.'
"They headed for bed then, and later, I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard the door open and Uncle John stuck his head in cautiously. I was groggy, but it made me feel good when he half-whispered, 'Good night, my beautiful baby.' I didn't answer him. I didn't want to come down off the cloud I was on. I was just beginning to believe that it was really happening, and I didn't want to wake up-ever!"
The incidence of cousin-cousin incest is much higher than the records seem to show, according to research undertaken among young college girls and career girls who are just out of their teens.
An interesting sidelight, however, is that this kind of incest almost always happens when the cousins are very young-usually before they have reached puberty. It is also interesting to note that it almost always happens in the reverse of Betty's case: that is, it happens when "city cousins" visit for any length of time in the rural areas.
Many case histories show several causes for this. Among them, the fact that the older persons who accompany the youngsters, being related, often "turn the kids loose," leaving them to their own devices, while the older ones visit and catch up on news of the family. On the part of the city-bred youngsters there is a feeling of freedom which comes automatically, it seems, when they are away from the confines of the "concrete canyons" of the larger cities. Life seems more basic and there is a tendency to take advantage of the more earthy acceptance of sex as a fact of life.
In Betty's case, however, it worked in the reverse. She was a relatively chaste girl, as she admitted, having never had any real intercourse, although she had been fondled and even had a partial cunnilingus attempt performed by one boy. Still, she had stepped out of what, to her, was a humdrum, somewhat austere world into the fairyland atmosphere of Los Angeles.
She was impressed not only with the surroundings and the general atmosphere of a happy, easy-going household of affluent men, but she was seeing her cousins and especially her uncle, in a new light. She looked at them through the eyes of awakening womanhood, and to Betty, her Uncle John was not a relative at all, but a mature, handsome, sexually attractive "Prince Charming."
It is a moot question whether or not she would have reacted so quickly and willingly to the advances of either of her male cousins at the onset of her sexual adventure. She felt more at ease, she told this writer, with her uncle-probably because she had been used to the maturity of her father, with whom she spent most of her time, living in the isolated, lonely spot in the desert which she did.
Then too, Betty admitted to a "curiosity" about her mother's people. Her mother had been dead for some years, and Betty had lived in a "man's world," to a great degree. Her uncle touched a responsive chord deep inside her when he compared her to her mother, whom she had never really known-particularly when he had said that she was more beautiful than her mother had been at her age.
As it turned out, however, the key to Uncle John's successful conquest on the first night, was the environment in which Betty had lived for so long. Her father was a rather dull, unimaginative man who had almost given up hope when his venture in the desert failed. He worked hard, and he loved Betty, just as he had loved her mother, but as she later learned from her uncle, her father had never been a man to express his love or show his emotions. Like many typical "country men," her father expressed his affections in terms of working and giving material things, as best he could, to his family. He was a simple man who had buried himself in his own little world of work at the death of her mother, John's younger sister. Stepping from his drab, workaday world into the glittering world of her uncle, the inevitable had to happen. That it happened so quickly is understandable also, for in the language of psychiatry, Betty was the victim of a little recognized "euphoria" which comes to almost everyone, and particularly women, when they are transported from one environment into another that is freer and where they are little known. (It was believed for years that airline hostesses were extra "sexy," and it is true. However, a deeper study of this phenomenon showed that most women, whether married or single, are prone to become much less inhibited and more promiscuous and open to "dates," after an airline flight. It is not the flight itself, but rather, the quick change into a new world, which triggers in them the buried "daring" and longings. To a lesser degree, this happens to males, also.)
These delvings into motivation for incest are not intended to condone nor condemn this sexual happening, but rather, are aimed at creating an understanding of it. That incest has been practiced for centuries is an established fact, but in the United States (as opposed to primitive societies), it has always been taboo. When it is uncovered by other family members, shame and guilt have always served to bury it in the "family skeleton closet," making in-depth studies of this subject extremely difficult.
In the past few years, however, beginning with the studies made by Dr. Alfred Kinsey into the sex patterns and appetites of the American male and female, more and more honesty has been forthcoming in interviews. In some instances, the young rebels involved in the sex revolution have deliberately exposed incestuous backgrounds, almost as a weapon to "shock" the so-called establishment into being as honest as they are.
As she develops the account of her "summer orgy," we shall see that Betty is an extremely well-adjusted individual. Obviously, she had not been saturated with religious or moral taboos that invariably create deep guilt which results in severe neuroses. She was simply obeying her very natural instincts. Had the three males involved been total strangers, it would have doubtlessly been the same, with no real guilt feelings confusing Betty.
It is also believed by most schools of psychiatric thought that, the more removed the relationship involved, the less depth to any feelings of having committed either a "sin" or a crime.
In America, we extend incest (legally, and for purposes of marriage) to second cousins, in most states. Because childhood experimentation in sex usually takes place between relatives, the average person, if he thinks about the subject at all, tends to take cousin-cousin incest seriously, and often, even uncle-niece incest is accepted as understandable, though not always forgivable. Father-daughter, mother-son, and brother-sister incest create the furor in society, while in actuality, case records prove that incest is far more prevalent in the case of cousin/cousin relationships, with almost twenty-five percent of all cases indicating that most girls are subjected to at least "fondling" first, by uncles or older male cousins!
We chose Betty's case because of her utter frankness in detailing it, and her phenomenal reaction to a summer of initiation into sex by close relatives. She might be considered typical of many women of other generations who were almost forced to have incestuous relations, in order to survive, because of ele mental conditions, or the often proven rule that females have always outnumbered males, and thus were forced to "share" sex with a relative, or become old maid "pariahs."
Betty's case is also interesting because, unlike many unfortunate "ugly ducklings," she was not unattractive. She did not have to
"chase" males and barter sex because she had an ugly face or personality. She is a beautiful girl, and it might be said of her that it is a shame that more young persons, male and female, cannot approach what is believed to be a very common sex practice, with her equanimity and poise. Far less tragedy would result, most sexologists agree.
How often incest happens is hard to determine, because it is so well hidden by family members, but we can be sure of one thing, it is rarely that incest occurs without leaving emotional scars on the younger member of the sex partnership, as happened with Betty.
Let us continue with her account of her "summer of ecstasy."
"When I awoke next morning-it was Saturday, and all three men were home-I just lay there, feeling good all over, remembering the night before. I analyzed my feelings for my uncle John, and they weren't any different in the daylight and without any wine or brandy than they had been the night before. He was some man, and all man, and I was glad that he had been the one to 'break my cherry.' I had listened to a lot of bugaboo about that 'first time,' and I had found that it was all a bunch of bull. It had been wonderful-every bit of it.
"While I dressed, I wondered if the boys would suspect anything had happened with their father. My eyes seemed to shout it out, how happy I was, and my whole body looked different to me. It was as if I had grown from a little country girl into a sophisticated, experienced, happy woman, in the space of a few hours. Even my clothes looked strange on me-like a mature woman would look masquerading as a teenager.
"My uncle had a Japanese houseboy, housekeeper and cook, and it was easy to see why they all treated Kum as one of the family. He prepared a breakfast like I had never dreamed of, and he was polite and attentive, and he added even more to the dramatic excitement of the situation. Kum-I never did learn his full name-had a family, and he worked from six in the morning until six in the evening for Uncle John. He had prepared the dinner the night before, but had left before I arrived.
"I was the center of attention at breakfast, and I don't think that anyone noticed the covert, warm, knowing glances that John and I exchanged every so often. Rich was really sweet. He praised my hairdo, my makeup, my dress. He said, 'It's good to have a beautiful lady at our table again, isn't it?' Both Uncle John and Jack agreed loudly, and the meal was an adventure to me, because all three of them asked me what I wanted to do first. They confused me with all their offers, but I settled it in my own mind when I found that both Jack and Rich had dates, and that I would be the 'third wheel.'
"I told them I didn't want to spoil their plans, and that we'd arrange other days and evenings, and that seemed to please them. I saw a warm glow in Uncle John's eyes when I worked my way out of being away from him over the weekend, as if he were thanking me with his eyes.
"He stepped in with just the right remark. He said mockingly, with a wicked grin, 'Well, Betty, it looks like you're stuck with the old boy for this evening. What would you like to do?'
"I had always wanted to see Grauman's Chinese Theatre, with all the handprints and autographs of the movie stars, and when I mentioned it, Uncle John said, 'Fine! We'll have dinner, then go to the theater. It's been too long since I've been out with a beautiful young woman. It will do me good.' He made a mock face at his sons. 'Who needs these whippersnappers, eh, Betty?' I laughed and so did the boys, and then Rich broke in and said, 'Look, before you two get going steady, how about going down to the beach with me tomorrow?'
"I agreed right away, and we spent the rest of the day just having fun. We swam, then played Ping-Pong, and just relaxed and enjoyed each other. Rich and Jack left for their dates about seven, and Uncle John had called and reserved a table at Brown Derby, on Vine Street, for dinner. I was excited and thrilled when we walked in. We did make a handsome couple, and later I learned that it was quite common in Hollywood to see a man in his fifties with a teenager on his arm. I wasn't the least bit embarrassed, and we had a wonderful dinner. Uncle John was so attentive. He had eyes for only me, and he was so proud of me. It was the most flattering thing that ever happened to me. I was like a little tourist-which I was-when we went to Grauman's. Uncle John just stood by and smiled at me, running from one autograph to another, squealing and clapping my hands like a little child.
"We saw a good movie-I can't remember what it was-and then we went home. It was almost midnight, and John was afraid that the boys might come in and surprise us, so we didn't have sex. But we sure kissed and felt each other until I almost demanded that he take me to bed. He laughed like a little boy. I knew he was proud that I was so eager to have him screw me, and he told me that there would be all summer, and that from now on he would plan his work and his free time around me.
"I was frustrated, but oh, so happy, when I went to bed, and I slept soundly. I wasn't used to the long days full of so much excitement, and I slept like a log.
"Next morning, Rich knocked on my door early and I got dressed and took my swim suit-the one I was borrowing from his girl friend, and we drove off, to stop for breakfast at a cute little restaurant near the beach.
"Rich was as charming as his father, but in a more exciting way. It was almost as if he knew that I was wondering if he would be as wonderful in bed as his father had been. I really did begin to wonder, especially when we got to the beach and he put on his swim trunks. We laid on the sand for a long time, talking and joking, and I could see his cock beginning to bulge out his trunks, while he kept staring at my crotch, and my breasts that bulged out of the bra a little.
"We went in for a swim, then he dug out some cold beer he had in the car, and we drank and talked some more.
"Suddenly, Rich said haltingly, and with a deep blush, 'Betty, don't think I'm a wise guy or anything, but-you are an awfully attractive girl. You're beautiful, and you have an exciting body. Can we-go somewhere and-just be alone?' At the end, he was blurting it out and he was embarrassed, and didn't look me in the eye. I was eating it up, of course, a little giddy with this new power that I seemed to have found over men.
"'You mean-to go to bed with you?' I asked him. I was surprised at how calm I was about it. It shook him up, and he blushed even deeper. 'It's not what you think,' he protested, laying his hand on my thigh. 'I'm not a wildie-chasing girls to take to bed. But-' I could see he was being very serious, 'I really am turned on by you. I was from the second I saw you the other day. I-I can't explain it.'
"I was enjoying it in a vicious way and I grinned and said, 'But you do mean going to bed, don't you?' He nodded as if he were guilty of some crime. T guess so,' he mumbled. I was getting excited watching the bulge in his swim trunks and watching his muscles ripple in the sun.
"'Where?' I asked simply.
"His face brightened and he blurted out, 'I have a friend up the beach a mile or so. I've got the keys to his beach house. I know he's away this weekend. Do you really mean it?'
"I bent over and kissed his head. He grabbed my hand and kissed my palm. He was shaking, he was so excited. He gathered up our towels and we went to the car and drove about a mile north. What he called a 'beach house' looked like a movie star's mansion to me, but he was right, the place was locked up tight and we went in using Rich's key.
"He was nervous-much more nervous than his father had been, and giggled when he led me to the bedroom, acting like a schoolboy.
"We were still in our swim clothes, and he just stood there, fidgeting from one foot to the other. He wanted me to undress, but he didn't want to come out and say it, so I decided I'd take the bull by the horns and get our little session started. I walked over and turned my back. "Undo my bra,' I ordered. I could feel his hands shaking when he unhooked it, and when he took it off, I stepped away and turned so he could see my breasts. The nipples were hard and standing out stiffly, and they fascinated Rich. Almost as if he were in a daze, he reached out and touched one breast, while I slipped out of the bottom part of the suit. He almost gasped when I moved back and posed like some hussy, so he could get a good look at all of my body.
"After a moment, I asked, 'Well, aren't you going to take off your trunks?'
"He slipped out of them, trying to hide his huge hard-on with his hands, and I giggled again, and ran to the bed and flopped down on my back, holding out my arms to him.
"He was awkward and clumsy, and he didn't even take time to kiss my breasts or pussy-he just crawled on top of me and began to insert his cock into my cunt! I was pretty lubricated, and he slid it in easily, and then he began to pump away, kissing my lips and ears, but not saying a word. I put my legs around him and gave him all the cooperation I could. He was exciting even though he was a little crude, and when he began to step up the pace, I went right along with him and I came just before I felt him shoot his load into me. He kept on pumping, moaning and kissing me, and in another thirty seconds, I had a second come.
"He never did come the second time, and I know now that it was because he was afraid. He had begun to feel guilty, and he was already worrying about me getting pregnant. He gave me a clue soon after that when he said, 'God, I should have used a safety!' In a vague way, he made me a little worried, but by the time we got home late that afternoon, I had forgotten all about it. I had also chalked Rich down as a total miss-out as a lover, compared to his father. We didn't talk much on the way home, but he seemed sheepish and apologetic. I tried to tell him that I had been to blame and that I had wanted him to do it to me, but it didn't help much.
"He got dressed and excused himself to the rest of us and went out early. When he came home that night, he was very drunk, and I hoped he'd snap out of it soon. It hadn't been that bad-at least for me, and I found out a long time later that Rich was worried that he had screwed up his chances for marriage. He was going steady with the girl he eventually married, but the only sex he ever had was when he patronized a call girl he knew. He was one of those 'nuts' about virginity, and he not only worried about me losing my cherry, but he was afraid that if I got pregnant his fiancee would find out, and that would destroy his 'image' with her-and his chances for marriage.
"I went to dinner that night with Uncle John and Jack, then we came home and watched TV and then we all went to bed early-but not before John met me in the patio and gave me some feels and some kisses. He asked me how it had been with Rich, and I told him I had had a very nice day, and I let it drop at that.
"Things went along fine. During the week, when both of the boys were out of school, they took me to nice places. We went to the beach often, to Tijuana one day, to Disneyland, then a tour of a movie studio. It was all exciting and wonderful. Rich pretended that nothing had ever happened between us, and so did I.
"I began to enjoy Jack's company. He was nearer to my age, and he was a ball of fire. He joked and laughed all the time, and he kept me in a light, happy mood. We swam a lot in the pool at his house, and because Rich had several dates, Jack and I were alone a lot. We just hit it off perfectly, and there was an easy friendliness about him that made me like him a lot. He used to fool around a lot when we were in the pool, but he never got serious.
"Twice that week, he had dates in the evening, and I played it 'noble,' and told him I didn't want to go along and spoil his date. It gave me a chance to be with Uncle John. Something really happened when I was with him. All the tension dropped away, and although it wasn't as carefree and fun-filled as my times with Jack, it was the happiest time of all, when I could be alone with my uncle John. I guess I knew I was falling in love with him, and that he was in love with me-crazy as that sounds.
"We had wonderful, thrilling and fulfilling sex each time we were alone, and the second weekend we were there, he announced at dinner one night that he had to attend a convention at Lake Tahoe, in Nevada, for four days, and he thought it would be a wonderful chance for me to see what he called the most beautiful part of the West. I knew he was making the announcement for the benefit of the boys, and they quickly agreed that I should go. They had been there several times, and they were enthusiastic about the scenic beauty of the lake that is half in California and half in Nevada.
"There was no convention, of course, but John and I had four wonderful days and nights up there. He had rented a private lodge and we flew up and back. It was my first time in a plane, and, of course, it was my first time to see the lavish casinos and the wonders of the lake itself.
"When we came back, I knew I was deeply in love with my uncle John, and I didn't feel guilty about it at all. In fact, I felt a bit more guilty about Rich than I did John, because he still avoided my eyes most of the time, and although he was polite enough around me, he shied away most of the time, as if he were ashamed of himself, or else he was afraid that he would break down and make more passes at me.
"Jack and I went on having wonderful times, and it wasn't until a month later that he and I finally had intercourse. He had asked me to go to a beach party at night, and I asked John if he minded and he said, 'Of course not. You'll have fun-and that's what I want most for you.'
"So, we went to this beach party and I met a lot of Jack's friends. It was sort of a wild bunch-a lot of them seemed to be hippies, and I enjoyed myself until most of them began to get pretty drunk. Jack wasn't really drunk, but he was feeling good, and when I told him I wanted to go home, he sobered up quickly. He apologized for his friends and asked me to walk along the beach with him for a while, so he could sober up completely. He didn't want his father to see he had been drinking heavily-not that John would have minded too much about the drinking, but he was awfully strict with both boys about drinking and driving.
"Jack was so quiet and so apologetic that I began to feel sorry for him. I don't know how it started, but we sat down in the sand, listening to the surf pounding in, looking at the stars, and we began to talk about our lives without a mother. Jack, in spite of all his gaiety, was a lonely person, and he must have missed his mother terribly. Rich was tougher-strong, like his father-but Jack was just a little, lonesome boy at heart.
"The next thing we knew, we were kissing and feeling, and without really getting all excited about it, he took off my bathing suit, and stripped off his trunks, and we made love there on the sand under the stars.
"It was odd, but Jack was more experienced at it than Rich had been, and he was more at ease. He didn't say any wild, romantic things about loving me, or 'getting carried away by my beautiful body.' He just said that I 'turned him on to top heat,' and when it was over, I had come twice and he had come twice, and when we were walking back to his car, all he said was that I had been wonderful. He had no guilt feelings nor any regrets, and I could tell that he must have had intercourse with a lot of his dates. To Jack, it was just part of the game. It seemed no more nor no less enjoyable than a fine meal or a ride along the beach on a beautiful day.
"In a way, I cared a lot about Jack. I liked his way of looking at things, and we became really good friends-not just lovers-but close buddies. I had intercourse with him three times that summer, and it was always the samegood, satisfying-and then forgotten.
"My life alone with Uncle John was the real happy part of my summer. I grew to love him more every day, and when it began to get near the time I had to return home to get back to school, we both worried a lot. I don't think he knew what to say, in spite of his maturity and man-of-the-world ways. I didn't know how to put the real dread at leaving him into words, but I tried to show him with every part of my body, how I loved him and wanted him. I had grown up so much during those weeks. We had come to a point of complete ease with each other in bed. I had wanted to suck his cock, and he treated me as if I were a goddess, after I had begun to do it to him.
"When it came time to go, he wouldn't let me take the bus. Instead, he flew me to Phoenix, rented a car and drove me to my dad's place. He and I had talked about it, and he got right to the point with my father. He asked him if he would let me come and live with them and go to school in Los Angeles.
"My father's face fell, and I could see that it hurt him to think I would want to leave him. He said he'd need a little time to think it over and to talk with me, so Uncle John left for home. My father was very strange about it. He seemed to want to have me go, yet he couldn't give me up, and finally, he told me that he had had to go to a doctor while I was away, and that he was very sick. He had cancer.
"Naturally, I forgot all about my dream of going back to be with Uncle John. I wouldn't even listen when Uncle John wrote and offered my father a home there, too. My dad was a proud man, and he wouldn't accept charity from anyone. He and John had never really liked each other. They were too different in their personalities and backgrounds, and I knew that my dreams were dead-at least for the time being.
"The young never really accept death as a fact, and even though my dad lived for more than two years, and was awfully sick the last few months, it still surprised me when he died.
"I was sixteen, but I felt as if I were thirty. I had been dating once in a great while, but nothing serious, and no sex. Somehow, I didn't want it, without John.
"The first year we had written a lot, and I had even called him on the phone a few times, but just before my father died, I hadn't heard from John for over two months. He and the boys came to Arizona for the funeral, and it was then that I got an even bigger shock than my father's death! Uncle John brought his wife with him. She was a nice woman, young-about thirty, pretty, graceful and warm, and I liked her a lot.
"When he introduced her, Uncle John looked at me with his steely blue eyes, and it told me all I had to know. It was over between us-forever. Dad's property didn't bring much and he had only a small insurance policy, and Uncle John offered to help me find a place to live in L.A., but I knew it would be too hard on him and on myself. The spark was still there. I could feel it when we touched each other, so I wanted to leave it as it was-a beautiful summer in my life.
"I took what money I had and came to Seattle. Maybe it was the utter contrast to the desert I was raised in, but I love the rain, the beautiful lakes and most of all, the awesome stretches of forests. I'm married now, and very happy. My husband, Earl, is an attorney and I have a lovely home-as lovely as Uncle John's house.
"Earl is almost twenty years older than I, and I suppose that Uncle John did have something to do with my preference for older men when I began to date seriously. I met Earl when I took a job as secretary in his offices, and we were married less than a year later. He was a divorce, and has a son that is almost as old as I, but we have a good life.
"Rich and Jack are still unmarried, and they visited us here for a week last year. We had a good time, and none of us mentioned our summer. I have never seen Uncle John since my dad's funeral. I don't know how I really feel about him. I know one thing: I get a strange, lonesome feeling deep inside me when I hear a song that's popular right now. It comes from the musical Mame and it's called 'If He Walked Into My Life Today.'
"But it's best this way. I'm not ashamed in my own heart of my love for him. In a way, he made me ready for a love like Earl gives me. I'm happy; he's happy, and that's the way all love stories ought to end."