Chapter 5
Judy and Mike: Outlaw Sex
In all the case histories detailed prior to this fifth chapter, there has been ample justification for our so-called "incest laws." These laws, both civil and religious, establish relationships that are illegal by reason of the consanguinity of the persons involved. Their blood relationship, in other words.
In this fifth and concluding case history, however, there is some indication, albeit a sentimental one, that these laws may in some instances cause more damage than they prevent.
Judy and Mike were two extremely attractive people, ages nineteen and twenty respectively, who came to a psychiatrist with an interesting and unusual problem. They were brother and sister and they were in love. In Mike's words:
"From the time I was thirteen, I always loved Judy. I mean, I wanted to be around her, wanted to do things with her. I enjoyed myself most when we were doing things together. This went on for a couple of years. I knew what I was feeling about her was wrong, but I trusted her enough to tell her about the whole thing. I was happy and at the same time sad to hear that she felt the same way about me.
"We decided on our own that we couldn't do anything about it. Brothers and sisters just didn't 'do' things together, except for old time Egyptians, and we just weren't old time Egyptians.
"Our resolve lasted for a couple of years, and then the summer when I was seventeen and Judy was sixteen, the family decided to take a vacation in the mountains. We rented a cabin with one big room and a glassed-in porch. My parents slept in the main room, while Judy and I were given single beds out on the porch.
"Just sleeping that close to Judy and not being able to do anything about it was literally hell. I knew I had a hard-on all night, because I couldn't sleep until morning when I managed to jack myself off and come in my hand. I did that as quietly as I could but I knew Judy heard me.
"One day, just to get away from the house, we decided to take a walk. We headed down this little path that led to a lake and then followed the shore around. It was a hot day so we took a dip.
"The inevitable happened. We were in the water splashing around, having some fun, when my hand brushed Judy's breast. We both stopped and stared at each other. It just had to happen. I led her up to the shore and gently put her on the ground. I lay next to her and we started kissing. That led to even more. I put my hand on her breast and gently felt her body. She was so beautiful. I got my hand under the halter of her bathing suit and caressed each of her breasts, then I leaned down and took her nipples into my mouth. I was so excited I didn't know what I was doing.
"Judy took her hand and ran it down under my bathing suit. She took my cock in her hand and very gently jacked it off. My whole body shuddered. I was ready to shoot already.
"I had to see her naked, if only once in my life, and I thought we were safe way out there in the middle of nowhere. I gently pulled the bottom of her suit and she lifted her hips and let me strip it off her body. Her body was beautiful. I just lay there, staring at her, taking in with my eyes all the things I'd been wanting to see for years. She leaned up and slipped off her halter. She was naked. I could feel my cock jumping around in my suit, so I got up and started to take it off. 'Okay?' I asked Judy. She nodded.
"So there we were, the two of us, both naked and lying right up close to each other. I looked down at her cunt and wanted to be closer. I brought my head down and lay it on her belly, and with my hand I caressed her pussy hairs. They were soft and smelled good. Then, I guess without thinking, I slowly lowered my hand until it was right next to her hole. I put my finger inside and she was soaking wet, as hot as I was. I decided that since I was that far, I might as well make her come, but I'd use only my finger to fuck her. That's what I told myself.
"I moved my finger inside her, feeling her pussy walls give with the entrance. She was so soft and willing. I fucked her with my finger, shoving it in and out, going faster and faster until I had her groaning and arching her back. She pressed her cunt against my hand and asked for more, but the 'more' I gave her wasn't my finger it was my cock. I was so hot by this time, I didn't know what I was doing. All I knew was that I had to get my prick inside her. I had to do it.
"I raised my body and let my full weight come down on her. I could feel my prick struggling to get between her thighs. Then I felt the head of my cock press up against her hole. That made me dizzy with excitement, and I'm not joking. I would have given anything to be inside her cunt; nobody was going to stop me.
"I raised up and she locked her legs around my body. She squeezed harder and harder as my cock slipped, inch by inch, into her pussy. It was like a culmination of a dream. I'd been wanting to do this for years, and now, finally, I was in her.
"I lowered my body on her and pressed, kissing her hard, sticking my tongue into her mouth, caressing her tits. We were both groaning, both so excited by what we were doing that we were out of our minds.
"Slowly, I started to fuck her, still holding on with my arms and my mouth. Out of her pussy I came, then slowly I shoved my rod back in, unable to move any faster because I was so hot and so close to shooting.
"She seemed to understand and seemed to be content with the slow fuck I was giving her. But even that action was too much for me and I felt the come rising in my balls. But I didn't want to come yet; I wanted to fuck her and fuck her, for hours. I pulled my cock out of her and settled my body down on hers. 'Don't move,' I whispered. She understood and laid shock still for a long while, doing nothing but returning the kiss I was giving her.
"And then, slowly, the crisis passed and I felt I could touch or move my cock without coming. I raised my hips and let my cock find her cunt. I slipped it in. Now I was safe. My prick had calmed down. I started moving in and out of her faster. A steady rhythm. In and out. Oh, Christ!
"Then I raised myself so I could see my cock moving in and out of her. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I whispered to her that I wished she could see my cock going into her. She reached over to the little beach bag she'd brought along and got out a small hand mirror. All this while I was still fucking her, not missing a stroke. She angled the mirror so she could see and that turned us both on even more. I found myself moving faster, fucking her more and more. It was glorious.
"This time, when I felt myself getting close again, I leaned down and whispered that I was going to shoot my cream inside her. She began bucking her hips, squeezing with her cunt on my prick, and then let out a low moan that got louder and louder as her whole body shook with an orgasm. That took me over the brink, and I plowed my cock into her until it was shooting a real torrent into her pussy. Spurt after spurt of come I sent up into her beautiful, soft, willing hole.
"Finally I was done, and I just lay there, my cock still hard and still deep in her, kissing her again and again. I know we both could have gone on like that all day, fucking and fucking until we came and then kissing and loving each other until we were ready to fuck again.
"But that's when I heard somebody behind us. A voice said, 'Jesus Christ!' and I felt hands pulling me off Judy's body. It was my father, and he was furious.
"I've been punished in my life, but nothing like I got from my father that afternoon. Right there in front of Judy, he took his belt to my bare backside. He lashed at me again and again. I really thought for a while that he was insane. The pain was terrible and the more I cried and struggled to get away, the harder he brought his belt down on my ass.
"Judy begged him to stop and he turned on her and lashed at her with the belt. It caught her right on the cheek and to this day she still has the mark, a small scar-line that reminds me, every time I see it, of the first time I fucked her.
"Eventually, Dad's anger was over. He just sat down on the ground and sobbed. I guess seeing Judy and me fucking was just too much for him. He didn't know what to do.
"They made me sleep in a sleeping bag outside that night, and for hours after we'd all turned in, I could hear my mom and dad talking. I got the results of their discussion the next morning when Dad told me he was sending me away to school. That very day I was to leave. He'd called relatives in Los Angeles and made arrangements for me to stay with them.
"We drove into town, just dad and myself, and went to the house. I packed up and we headed right for the airport. On the way he wanted my promise that I wouldn't try to see Judy again for a year. A whole year not to see her! He kept at me and kept at me until I made him the promise. He knew I wouldn't break it."
The dismissal of his son was perhaps not the father's first mistake, but it was his worse. The problem of Mike's love for his sister, a love that was returned by Judy, should have been met head on.
Both adolescents should have been put into therapy immediately, and together, with the same doctor, if possible. But the father's only reaction was to separate the two. A forced separation which only enhanced their relationship.
Further statements by Mike will indicate to what degree their relationship was enhanced.
"Along with my promise not to see Judy anymore went the promise that I wouldn't even contact her, either by phone or letter. It was going to be a shitty year, I knew that. But I had made the promise and I intended to keep it and I'm sure Judy felt the same way so I had to make the best of it in California.
"The relatives I was staying with in California were great. They didn't know about the problem, or at least didn't talk about it, and they gave me all the freedom I wanted. As long as I respected them, they returned the favor.
"If you're going to be miserable, California is the best place to be; there's so much going to take your mind off your own misery. For a couple of days I moped around and then I started to smell available pussy. I mean it was all over the place and I had a whole year to investigate. But nobody, I repeat nobody, was going to take Judy's place. I knew that. I might fuck around, but I wouldn't forget her.
. "I got to be a pretty good cocksman, even by California standards. But it really wasn't too great. I mean, I really enjoyed plowing my cock into some nice cherry cunt, or even one that wasn't cherry, but I was always sort of dissatisfied. And I found myself comparing all the broads I'd meet with Judy, and when they didn't come up to her, I'd get mad at them, and take my anger out when I was fucking them. I mean, I did some really rotten things.
"Like this one girl. She restroom'ed a little like Judy and even talked a little like her, but when I got the cunt to bed, all she'd do is giggle. Judy never giggled. I hated this bitch for giggling and spoiling the whole thing. And then after I finished plugging her with prick the first time, she wouldn't leave me alone. She followed me everywhere, in school, out of school. She'd be parked out in front of the house when I left in the morning. I wouldn't give her the time of day for a long while, but even that didn't get her off my back. So I decided to do something desperate.
"My last class was gym. Shitty time for a gym class, because you had to take time to shower before you left. But anyway, that was my problem. I told this girl to meet me at the door to the locker room fifteen minutes after the class was over, so everybody would be out of there. Then I rounded up several guys I knew from the football team, big, empty-headed nuts, but good guys. When they didn't have a football in their hands, or a surfboard under their feet, all they could think of was their next fuck. And I'd decided my little girl friend was going to be that next fuck for all of them.
"As soon as everybody had cleared out of the locker room except for me and the three guys I had hiding behind some lockers, I went to the door and called for the broad. I didn't bother to put any clothes on; I just went to the door bare-assed naked, with my cock hard as a board, and pulled her inside. She was shook for a second or so, but then took right up on the plan.
"I had her on her knees in five seconds, and she was copping my joint for all she was worth. She was a damned good little cock-sucker. And the best part about her sucking instead of fucking was she couldn't giggle-not with a big prick stuck down her throat.
"I banged into her throat for a long while and then shot my cookies off in her mouth. Man, she gobbled that cream like it was soul food. After that, I told her to strip down and get on the table. But she was worried about being caught, too worried about it to take all her clothes off. But she was excited enough about getting my dong up in her box to take her pants off, pull her skirt up and lay on the table.
"She was all in position and primed. I got on the side of the table and pulled her legs up. Her hot cunt was up in the air, just waiting for any old passing cock to throw it to her, not knowing what I was up to until I called my buddies.
"She put up a fuss for a while, but once that first cock was in her, she was all for the idea. One cock after another, and then another round for each guy. That little girl was fucked silly and she loved it. The only trouble was she started to giggle just as soon as that first cock hit her pussy lips. But I put a stop to that easy enough-I got up on the table, kneeling with a leg on each side of her head, and let her suck on my prick all the while those other guys were fucking her cunt.
"I guess it was a rotten thing to do, but she enjoyed it, and she didn't bother me any more. I heard just a few weeks later that she was laying for everybody on the football team, and the baseball team, and the ... shit, she was even after the chess team.
"And then I ran into Marcy. She was a waitress in a restaurant out on the Pacific Coast highway. She was about thirty and dyed blonde, but she knew how to take a cock, and knew what to do with it, better than anybody Pd ever ran into. Granted I wasn't exactly a Don Juan, but I knew my way around.
"I met her at her apartment after spending about five weeks kidding about it. You know, Pd say Pd be over and looking for a little pussy, and then she'd say, 'Come on over anytime,' and I'd say, 'Tonight,'-kidding like that until one day she made a firm offer and I took her up on it.
"Her apartment was up on the hills across the highway from the ocean. Near Malibu. It was a great looking apartment, so I knew she was more than a waitress. You don't pay rent on a pad like that with tips.
"Marcy was the broad's name. And she was really nice. She was so much older than I was that I got nervous, afraid I'd make a mistake. I was so nervous my cock wilted. Son of a bitch, that made me mad. But Marcy knew what to do. She planted her lips around my prick, taking it all in, licking it up and down, tracing the veins with her tongue, dropping my cock and licking away on my balls, taking first one and then the other inside. Well, man, it didn't take long for my prick to get hard again. In fact, it stayed hard all night. She didn't give a guy a rest, wanting to fuck, suck and be sucked all night. I was agreeable.
"That was the first night I ever gave head. She pulled my face down to her pussy, which smelled so damned clean you were willing to stick anything in there, and her cunt just about jumped out and pulled my tongue inside. I bet I spent a half hour just sticking my tongue up into her pussy, rolling it around, tasting her sweet juice that kept rolling out. She came maybe four or five times and she still wanted more.
"But I figured it was about time for my own organ to have a little fun. I lined the two of them up-her pussy and my cock-and introduced 'em real good. My cock slid into her hole like they'd been made for each other. She twisted around and jerked around until I found myself on my back with her sitting across my hips, my joint still stuck up into that gorgeous hole. She had a talented cunt, let me tell you. She pulled on my cock with that pussy of hers like it was made out of two hands, milking the come out.
"I was done with the first shot within minutes, that's how good she was. And I'd always prided myself on taking my time and giving a girl a good, long fuck.
"But we both knew I wasn't through for the night. As soon as I got my rocks off, she pulled off and wanted me to stick my head back in her pussy. But I made her take a shower first and wash all the fucking come out of her hole. I think I hurt her feelings a little, but I sure as hell didn't want to eat my own come out of her.
"After a couple of hours, and after coming three times-twice in her cunt and once in her mouth-this boy was sort of tired. But Marcy was still at it. She decided, in order to get me het up enough for one more fuck, that she'd give me a tongue bath. For the next hour she didn't let up with her tongue. She licked me and lapped me every place on my body-and I mean every place. She even stuck that tongue of hers up my ass-hole. A first for me, and it drove me out of my skull. But she got what she wanted: another fuck. And this one lasted long enough to satisfy anybody. She was really great.
"I slept till noon the next day, with her all wrapped up in my arms, and then she fixed me a tremendous breakfast. I was in seventh heaven. And the best part, there was no comparing her with Judy. She wasn't even close; she was just a good fuck.
"The only trouble was, even though I was anxious for more of her, she didn't go for return bouts. I found out later that she had this old fart paying the bills and she didn't want to get attached enough to some young punk like me to spoil things. She only worked at the restaurant so she'd be able to pick up some young cock every once in a while-on a temporary basis.
"But soon she was out of my system. That's the great thing about California. If one tosses you over, there are a million more just waiting to get fucked. But even with all the action, I didn't forget Judy. She wasn't just a fuck-I loved her, and was counting the days until I'd see her again.
"The year passed pretty quick because I liked most everything about California: the sun, the beach, the mountains, the pussy. But there were also things I didn't like, like the goddamned smog and all the automobiles. Christ, if they could just cut down on all the cars, what a place that would be.
"Anyway, the year passed and my father finally came out to see me. I hadn't seen any members of my immediate family for a whole year, although my mother wrote me just about every week. You see, they did love Judy and me; they just didn't understand. Dad asked me if I was over this thing with Judy. I lied and said I was. He called it an infatuation. Shit, I thought, I wasn't infatuated with Judy. I loved her.
"He agreed that I could come home-if I behaved myself. I promised him I would.
"I can remember that plane trip home like it was yesterday. I was so excited about seeing Judy I almost creamed. I couldn't eat or sleep or anything. All I knew was that I wanted to see her. And I wasn't disappointed. She and Mom were at the airport and she was just as beautiful, just as wonderful as I remembered.
"Our parents allowed us to hug each other when we first met at the airport. But they wouldn't allow anything else. They watched the two of us like cats for the first couple of weeks-so Judy and I played it real cool.
"Judy got me a date with this good-looking girl friend of hers and I acted like I really dug the girl. I went with her all the time, not paying any more attention to Judy than any other guy would to his sister.
"Eventually, we started to double date, which was natural, with Judy and the other girl being close friends. Mom and Dad didn't think anything of it. We'd played it that smart, though we didn't like it. Have you ever been on a double date, driving in the front with one girl and having the girl you really love in the back seat with another guy? It was hell, believe me, and every time that guy tried something, you know, like kissing Judy, I'd want to kill him.
"Both of us knew we couldn't keep up the pretense long, so we figured out a way to get some time to ourselves. Alone. Judy told Mom and Dad that she was going on a retreat from her high school. All girls. Dad called the school and sure enough they were having a conference and Judy was signed up. They gave their okay. That same weekend, I asked them if I could go into New York City. They had some special-priced tickets for Broadway shows at school, and I told them I wanted to take advantage of them.
"They hesitated along time and then gave their permission. Judy and I had been behaving ourselves so well that they weren't too suspicious.
"I got all the money I could beg, borrow or steal together and headed for New York. The bus seemed to take forever. There I rented a room in a cheap hotel-cheap for New York City, but it seemed like an arm and a leg to me-and sat back and waited for Judy.
"She didn't get in until seven o'clock and by that time I was about ready to climb the walls. But then, finally, she walked in. We were nervous in front of each other for a while, but then we got down to cases. We both agreed that we still loved each other. Now we had to figure out a way to do something about it.
"But first I took her to bed. Man, I don't want to describe what we did, because I don't want to cheapen Judy. I just know that when my cock settled into her pussy, it was the most wonderful, beautiful thing I've ever felt in my life. And I think she felt the same. I know she did.
"We stayed in that hotel room for two days and two nights, just drinking in each other, getting reacquainted, you might say. We explored every inch of each other's bodies, and I taught her a few of the tricks I'd learned in Los Angeles. She was a fast learner.
"We had only one scare. A house detective knocked on the door on Saturday afternoon, but luckily we were both dressed and eating some hamburgers I'd gone out for. You should have seen the look on his face when we proved to him that we were brother and sister. He apologized all over the place and sort of bowed out. At least we had one advantage in our being related: nobody was going to throw us out of a hotel or motel for fucking under-age."
Sex had been the youngsters' problem up to the time they met in New York City. Like all young people of their age, they had strong sexual drives. And being in constant proximity without being able to fulfill those drives led to much frustration. However, their trip to New York was able to relieve, at least for a time, much of that frustration. Now they were able to make plans, and being level-headed youngsters, they did the best they could under the circumstances.
They agreed they would behave in the patterns that they had established. They would give their parents no cause for alarm. Then, the following June, after Mike had graduated from high school, they would leave their parents' home and travel to Los Angeles. They would live as husband and wife there; they would lose themselves in the city.
There were two problems in carrying out their plans: first, no one is really able to "Lose" himself in a big city. Not in the United States. With the sophisticated methods our governments have of tracking fugitives, Mike and Judy were eventually bound to be traced. The second problem was their parents. Both Judy and Mike figured that once they left their parents' house, they would be on their own. They thought that their parents loved them enough to leave them alone, having found out that their efforts to separate their two children had failed.
That was not the case. Judy and Mike's parents continued for years to search for their children. And they were eventually located, almost two years after they left home, still living in Los Angeles, still living as husband and wife, and still happy.
This is a strange case. Under the circumstance, you would think that either Judy or Mike, or both of them, would be unbalanced and/or neurotic. Neither was the case. Both were mentally and physically healthy. They were well-adjusted and completely free from neuroses of any kind.
They were brought back by force to the parents' house and taken to a psychiatrist in an effort to have them both committed to an institution. However, the parents could find no reputable physician who would recommend the commitment.
That is where the situation remains. Since both Judy and Mike are under-age, they are forced to remain in their parents' home. When they reach twenty-one, they say, they will move out and resume their life together.
Their parents say if they do as they plan, they will be prosecuted for incest. Which makes this perhaps the saddest case history of all, because given understanding and compassion, these two could have lived very happily together and society wouldn't have suffered in the least because of it.