Chapter 3

BROTHERS AND SISTERS

Researchers and psychiatrists state that the commonest form of incest is that between brother and sister. We have seen in earlier studies that this, in itself, often leads to other forms of incest. However, to set the mind of many readers at ease, brother-sister incest is most frequently confined to the "experiment" or "smart-aleck" type, and is quickly thrown aside when one or the other of the parties reaches puberty or at the latest, young adulthood-usually in the early teens. Our best experts in this matter claim, that, without teaching by elders of the taboos, studies have proven that sister-brother incest is very natural. This writer, a Submariner during WW II, underwent days of severe psychiatric tests to determine his fitness for the unusual conditions under which submarine sailors must live.

One of the questions asked was this: "If you were marooned on a desert island with your mother and sister, which would you have sexual intercourse with first?" This writer answered: "My sister, naturally." To which the psychiatrist asked quickly, "Why?" The answer came readily and naturally: "Because she's younger and prettier and sexier." Evidently it was the average man's answer, and for the very natural reasons given.

Lest we tend to be too hard on ourselves, we might look over our shoulder at history and other social groups, concerning "Lust for a child." Arab writings show that the Arab has absolutely no morals in the matter of sex; the Chinese ideal is for the high, hairless and tight vulva. In the East, a steady traffic still exists in the buying and selling of children-mostly girls. According to the records, Muhammad himself had one bride whom he penetrated, to his delight, at age SIX! Perversion, in the sense that we understand the term is unknown in the Orient. The ancient Jews were noted for their preference for and use of extremely young girls, as to wit the following:

Misnah: A girl of the age of three years and one day may be betrothed, subject to her father's approval, by sexual intercourse! If one is younger than this age, intercourse with her is like putting the finger in the eye. Gemara: Our Rabbis taught: "A girl of the age of three years may be betrothed by sexual intercourse."

The Kinsey Reports along with other serious research revealed that a high degree of women receive their first sex experience, although it is often not a full one, from their brothers. A more startling fact is that, in many instances, the girl is the older member, and it is she who instigates the sex experimentation, often carrying it to full sexual intercourse.

We are fortunate in this instance to have two separate case histories: one from the male viewpoint; the other from the female's. Happily, one of these cases was a "false alarm " for the male involved had no real problem that could not be solved by concentrated effort. However, the case of Georgia B. was somewhat more complicated and more tragic.

At 35, Georgia had failed in four marriages-the first when she was only 17, and had been married but six months! Each attempt at a happy marriage was dissolved because this woman has been chasing a dream-a vision of a dissolute, uninhibited sex maniac who was, unfortunately, her brother, and who has made of her a complete sadomasochist. No normal man, with natural feelings of love and tenderness, no matter how sexy, would ever be able to please this woman, until she was able to bring herself to the point of seeing and condemning her vicious, sadistic brother, for what he is-an animal of the lowest order.

But, let Georgia tell her own story. She was arrested and convicted in an Eastern metropolis, of running a "House of Torture." She, and another woman, operated a "Pain-for-Pleasure" house, wherein twisted, tormented masochists paid imagine prices for being beaten, burned, whipped, spat and urinated upon, until a brave undercover man posed as a warped customer, and exposed the entire vulgar, sadistic operation and jailed her and her partner. After reading her history of sex perversion, however, it is obvious that, although Georgia deserves punishment, her "Svengali" and mentor, Roy, deserves it even more. This, we reiterate, is an extreme case of brother-sister incest, and should not be taken as typical.

Georgia is a very intelligent woman. Her statements should be taken seriously. She seemed to be completely sincere in her efforts at solving her extreme sexual dilemma, when she came to a hypno-therapist, after more than two years (off and on) of psychiatric treatment.

People say that you can't remember anything before six or seven years old. That's a lot of malarkey. I can remember clearly, like it happened to me last night, the first time Roy fingered and sucked my cunt. You call it what you want-vagina, vulva, slit, slot I call it by the name Roy called it cunt.

I was not quite three. Roy was 10. I had two other brothers in between us in age, Doug, five, and Al, seven. I found out later that the sonofabitch had performed anal intercourse on them, as well as fellatio-from their earliest childhood. Thank God, Roy went for a cunt more than a prick, and didn't manage to spoil their lives like he has mine.

The four of us slept in one room-me in a crib, Roy and Al in bunk beds, and Doug in a single bed. I remember waking up this night, giggling and feeling good all over, like I was being tickled. There was Roy, his prick all stiff, and his eyes shining like headlights on a car, it seemed to me, and he had his prick between my lips. He had straddled me upside down, and he was licking my cunt. So-don't like the word-it's what I use. I remember that he gagged me with his cock, but at the same time, he made me feel good and "Laughy" with his tongue inside me. He used a finger, too.

That was the first. I guess I got used to it from then on, because I remember a lot of other times he did this-always using his mouth and mine-never trying anything more. What the hell did I know? To tell my parents that I was having a hell of a lot of fun in our bedroom, with Roy, after they were in bed? We were a religious family, and when I began to understand about sin, and all that shit, I was scared to tell them. I think my old man would have cut Roy's prick off and starting with my cunt, would have slit me from stem to stern-he was that kind. I often wondered what it must have been like for my mother to have been in bed with that straight-laced stuffed shirt. I swear to God, he must have only screwed her four times-once to get each of us kids. Anyhow, I was sevenSEVEN YEARS OLD-when Roy put it into me. And, he wasn't even kind or human about it. He was 14 at the time, and his cock was a dandy. I thought he was going to split me in two, but I was scared as all hell. Know what he did to lubricate me? Spit in his hand and rub it on his prick!

I'd been asleep. He was supposed to be the baby-sitter for the three of us, and the bastard decided to go the whole way with me that night. The first thing I knew, he's between my legs, with his cock in my mouth. He didn't wait a minute, I think, then he reversed his position, spit in his hand, rubbed it on his prick and jabbed it in-and I mean jabbed. The dumb sonofabitch should have known better, even if he had sucked mine, and I'd sucked his, all those years. I guess I went into a sort of shock, because I stiffened and I must have stiffened my inside muscles. Roy started slapping my face, and when that didn't help, he doubled up his fists and really belted me. I think I went unconscious, because I don't remember anything for a lot of minutes. Next thing I knew, I felt a hot, sticky, uncomfortable fluid, all over my cunt-inside and out! I was too scared to tell my parents. I wish to Christ I had-them, and their sanctimonious ways-they'd have beat his brains out.

After that, Roy used to lay in wait for me. Why the sonofabitch never went after some older girls, I'll never know-except that he was an animal, and no half-way decent broad would have let him put a hand on her! I dreaded the times my parents would be away, because I knew that I was going to get it. And Roy was a beast-a real, filthy animal. I hate him, but I hate myself worse, because he made me into his kind!

By the time I was 16, and allowed to go out on dates Roy was married. The sonofabitch never let up on me. He'd even have me babysit, then, when he took me home, the dirty bastard would jump me. If I didn't give in, he'd beat the hell out of me-only now, he'd hit me in the stomach or the cunt, so it wouldn't show. He knew damned well that I wouldn't tell.

I'd got fed up with this religious jazz, by that I time. "Thou shalt not do this and that"-horseshit. You did whatever you could get away with.

I decided, at 16, I was going to get mine-Roy's way. But it didn't work. I knew too many nice guys, from the. church crowd. Even guys from school wanted to take it slow and easy. By that time, I was too used to force. I needed that crutch in my mind-to feel that, even if I'd enjoyed a good screw, I'd been made to do it. So, none of these guys made it to bed with me, nor in the car, either.

When I was 16 I met Jim. He had been married before and thought he knew his way around women. Frankly, he bored me, with his gentle, sneaky pussy kissing and all. But he was going to another town on a new job, so I married him, and went away. For a month or so, it was good-just being away from Roy. Then I began to get bored. Jim couldn't satisfy me any way. He was too gentle-too much in love. I had a session with a guy who came to the door selling sewing machines. I guess I led him on, and when I got a little scared, and started to back off, he just belted me and raped me. You know-I enjoyed it more than any fuck I'd had since Roy?

I left Jim. Just walked out, like that, with thirty bucks. I went to Chicago and got a job as a "21 Girl." Know what that is? It's a high-class whore's job, suckering guys into blowing their dough. I got tired of seeing those dumb Johns throw their dough away on a dice game, and decided to get some for me. Then Shelly, the owner of the joint, started after me. I played it cool for a while, until one night he ended up in my apartment-guess what? Kissing pussy. No real man. A beggar, like my husband. But he had what it takes-scratch-and I let him buy me a divorce, and we got married.

To my dismay and surprise, privately, Shelly is a hell of a nice guy. No screwing around with other dames-no nothing. Only the quiet, dull approach-kissing my breasts, feeling my ass-sneaking his cock quietly and subserviently into my cunt. What in hell kind of a man is that?

I took a thousand dollars from him and headed for San Francisco. Same old story. One night, I went down on the waterfront-not the tourist traps-the real thing. I wanted a man. I didn't put it into words, but I wanted a man like Roy! I found one all right, and ended up in the hospital! While there, I was raped by an intern, and I decided that he was for me. We got married, after I got a Reno divorce, and I discovered that this, kiddo was a weirdo. He was on LSD, and he was a bi-sexual. He even brought some buddies home, and begged me to let them experiment on curing themselves of queerness-using my body!

I cut out fast. I ended here, in Los Angeles. Wouldn't you know that the first guy I'd hook up with was a queer? He was a good joe, though, and treated me right-but he couldn't get a hard on for a woman. He had some dough. He was a producer in TV, and he wanted me for a front-you know, to make his little "boy scenes" look good.

So, I head back east. I met Millie, and she was making lots of loot as a call girl-but a special kind. She was a "whipper" and a "burner." She'd cater to these weirdoes (I should be calling anybody else a weirdo?) But, she introduced me to some brand-new "Roys"-guys who really got their hard ons by belting the hell out of a woman, and I knew what I was for the first time-believe it or not.

We opened up this joint, and we took in a nice five grand a week. Would you believe there were that many men who would pay to get a beating? And little old me--? I enjoyed it. We had a couple of steady customers who wanted to do the beating, and it worked out just fine, because that was the man for me. I wouldn't touch a masochist sexually. I'd beat the hell out of some jerk, then I'd masturbate, or call up one of the roughnecks that could make me get a "hard on" for them by beating or burning me first.

She still needs a strong, sadistic hand before she can fully enjoy the sex act. She has been in the hospital numerous times; she has consulted many psychologists and psychiatrists. Whether the hypno-therapy will work for her is problematical and she has been so informed. She is still trying to understand the deep-seated undercurrents that motivate her. Many psychiatrists are of the opinion that the only sensible (though not happy) solution to such a problem, is for the masochist (Georgia) to seek out a sadistic partner, such as her brother. Other psychiatrists are equally positive that she will only find happiness with a gently, tender and loving man, after she herself has faced her problem squarely, and admitted that her route has been the wrong and harmful one.

Georgia herself doesn't know which road to take. She alternately dates a hulking, brutish truck driver, with obvious sadistic tendencies, and a high school teacher who is gentle, serious, affectionate and a solid rock upon which to build a marriage. When, and if, Georgia decides, she will become a statistic-an interesting study in masochism versus true love and kindness. She is still an attractive, personable woman, in spite of the hard exterior she has built. Few experts care to predict her future. She may end as a happy housewife, stronger and more mature for her earlier unhappy experiences. But-Georgia may also end up in an alley, beaten to death by some idiot-and still, to the moment of her death-sexually unsatisfied-because of a sadistic brother, named Roy.

Brother-sister incest which begins when both are in their early teens, frequently has a more lasting effect. An interesting study is that of Lester A. Les is a happily married, well-adjusted man of 38, today, and was quite enthusiastic about the use of his case history, in the hope that others might read of his recovery and take the proper steps to bring about an adjustment in their own sex lives. One unusual feature of Lester's case is that he accomplished this solely on his own. He enrolled in a course in self-hypnosis; ostensibly (he told the class and instructor) to stop smoking and nail-biting. His real reason was, as he will relate to us, to overcome the tremendous sexual attraction his sister had held for him, since he was 13 years old, and she 15.

My mother and father were divorced when I was four years old. For some strange reason, my mother was given custody of my sister, Gail, while I lived with my father. Both remarried, and I saw my sister usually only once a year, in the summer. We were strangers in a real sense. I did come to know, after Gail had begun to bud into young womanhood, at about age 12, that she detested her stepfather. He was constantly after her, she told me, feeling her, trying to get her to let him have intercourse with her. He had managed to kiss her breasts and get her panties off a couple of times, but she always managed to scare him off by threatening to tell her mother.

When I was 12, my father and stepmother were killed in an auto accident and the court appointed my mother and stepfather as my legal guardians, because of the heavy insurance money and property which my parents owned. My father had so stipulated in his will, and the courts approved.

So, just as I was entering puberty and Gail was fully launched into teenhood, we were thrown together. I know now that I actually did not see her as a sister, but as a somewhat pretty, very sexy and shapely girl, who was only a year older than myself. By this time, I was almost a stranger to my mother and, because I never had liked my mother's second husband, I was withdrawn at first; almost a complete introvert. But Gail and I hit it off very quickly; almost automatically, because she too hated and feared her stepfather. She told me he'd still been trying to get into her panties, and now, he looked upon me as an added barrier to his schemes.

One night, I came home from a movie, and Gail was waiting in my bedroom. She was crying. She put her arms around me, as if I were the big brother, and told me that my stepfather, Cal, had tried to rape her. When she fought him, he had hit her hard enough to daze her. While she was in this semi-conscious state, he had put his penis in her mouth, threatening to choke her if she didn't fellate him. In desperation, she had. Then, Gail was astonished to find that she had become sexually aroused, and she didn't resist at all when he had penetrated her. In fact, she sobbed to me, she had enjoyed it!

"Oh, Les, Les-what can I do? Now, I'll never be able to stop him, once I've let him." She held me in her arms and I put my arms around her. She sobbed for a little bit, and suddenly, I began to get an erection, as my hands brushed her breasts. I couldn't help myself. I put my hands around her rounded little ass and she pushed her breasts against me. Then, without either of us being aware of it, we kissed. When her tongue came darting into my opened mouth, and tangled with my own, I almost came in my pants. She put her hand down and rubbed my penis through my pants.

"Oh, Les-" she kept moaning, while we were sucking tongues. I took my clothes off. She was in her nightie, and I took that off also. Gail began to stroke me, planting little kisses on my stomach and I played with the nipples of her breasts. She was awkward as she asked me, "Would-would sucking it be good for you?" I wanted that more than anything, she'd gotten me into such a state masturbating me-and I remembered her exciting mouth and the kisses. For my answer, I spread my legs wide and put my fingers on her mouth and guided it to my penis. She tickled the head a little with her tongue, nipping gently with her teeth. Then she plunged my dick deep into her mouth and began a slow, sucking motion, while she held my balls and stroked my anus with one hand. I think I must have come in less than a minute, and she still kept on, draining me dry. It was like nothing I'd ever dreamed about. I was so wildly in love with Gail that it didn't seem wrong-nothing could be wrong when we both were on fire with joy like that. All I wanted to do then was to bring her the fiery pleasure she'd brought me. She kept sucking me until I had a good erection again, then I pulled her mouth away and rolled her on her back. I stroked her soft pubic hair, letting my fingers brush the lips of her vagina, then slowly move in and out of the hot, wet opening. I wanted to eat her-literally! I was wild with desire to make her come as she had me. I crawled up between her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs, all around her vulva and finally, I plunged my tongue in, working it deeper and deeper. She put her hands down and guided me, and between plunges into her body, I kissed her hands. All the time she was writhing and moaning with pleasure. When I hit the right spot, she began to say, "Ohhh ... Les ... that's the place-harder-harder." Then she exploded, she wrapped her legs around my neck, holding my face so hard I thought I'd smother in her sweet juices. But I kept on, and she had a second orgasm, a lot quicker this time, but just as violent. I was lying on my stomach and my penis was rubbing against the bedclothes, and when she came a second time, I had an ejaculation also.

Then we played with each other for a time, and Gail sucked me some more until I was real hard and hot. She spread her legs and guided my cock into her cunt, and I went completely insane with pleasure. I thought that she'd taken me to the heights when she'd sucked my penis; but this was something so far more pleasurable I can't describe it. As my prick entered that smooth, moist, heavenly place, I actually thought I was going to pass out with ecstasy. Gail was as hot as I was, even though this was only her second screw. Neither of us knew much about the fine points of fucking, but we did what seemed natural and pleasing, and it was heaven. Later, of course, we learned a few of the finer arts of sex, but that night was unforgettable. Neither of us thought about her getting pregnant and even if we had, it wouldn't have stopped us. We were too engrossed in each other's body and sex organs, and with the delights that could be brought by the use of lips, mouth and hands.

We didn't try anal intercourse that night, but I did perform analingus (oral stimulation of the anus) while I was performing cunnilingus on Gail. It seemed to drive her wild, and she was the one who later wanted me to penetrate her ass-hole with my prick. We spent the night there, in my room, trying sex every way we could. I thought I'd have blisters on my cock, I was that sore. But at daylight, we separated and Gail went to her own room. When she kissed me goodnight, putting her tongue in my mouth and rubbing her pelvic area against my naked penis, I still had a hard on, but let her go without doing it.

Later that morning, I felt even less guilty than the night before. All I could do was remember that fresh, sexy, exciting body, and bathe in the wondrous knowledge that I could have her any time I wanted, and that she wanted me, and pleased me in every way.

For the next few weeks, it was heaven. My stepfather traveled a lot and my mother was one of those "going" women; clubs, civic organizations-so Gail and I had lots of time alone. My stepfather had told Gail that if she told her mother what he'd done, he'd have her sent to a juvenile home and claim she lied. Gail wasn't afraid of that, but she was afraid of what my mother might do if she found that her husband was fucking his stepdaughter. God knows what she'd have done if she knew that Gail and I-blood brother and sister-were as wildly in love as any two human beings could be! And, we were having sex like crazy, every chance we got-at least, five times a week.

Gail and I were only a year apart in school. I was always a brainy type and Gail never liked school, and had failed a grade or two. She used to date in high school, but never let a boy do more than tongue kiss or feel her up. Then, she'd come home to me, all worked up, and we'd ball it.

Then the lid blew off! Gail got pregnant. She didn't panic though, and begged me not to. She had it all figured out. She was going to seduce my stepfather!

It was easy enough to lure him into getting into her panties; he'd tried it often enough and, once or twice, Gail had let him, just so she'd keep him under control. She used to laugh-right in the middle of a good sex bout-as she told me how inept he was-like an animal, and how she wondered what the hell mom did for a good lay.

But it backfired. Mom blew her top, kicked her husband out and filed for divorce, and sent Gail away to a home for delinquent girls! I tell you, it broke my heart. I was only 15; Gail was almost 17, but both of us looked older. I've often wondered if our early fulfillment of sex desires had anything to do with that. Gail had the baby in the home, and the court ordered a certain percentage of the money my dad had left her, awarded to her when she was released, right after the baby was born.

I graduated high school at 17, and then I went to Toledo, where Gail was. I'd wondered if it would be the same, but I needn't have. Gail and I just had to look at each other, and we knew that it was the same. We were wild for each other. Incidentally, she was the only girl I'd ever had physically, except for one girl in high school, that I had let suck me off, and whom I'd brought to orgasm by cunnilingus. I just couldn't bring myself to fuck her-Gail was too much in my mind-although the girl actually begged me to.

And the baby-she was something else. She was a doll, a real, living little doll. Of course, she looked like Gail and me. She was ours.

I'd always loved music, and had learned to play piano and trumpet, and as I said before, I always looked four or five years older than I was. I got a job with a band, and Gail and I just lived together as man and wife. People thought we were the cutest couple, and had the sweetest, cutest baby! When the band caught on good, and we took to the road, Gail and the baby went along. We could afford it. The courts had released all of Gail's money when she was 21, and mine was coming up. My mother had married for a third time, we heard, but we never saw each other much.

It was a friend of ours who first noticed that little Debbie wasn't exactly "right" for a child her age. We'd never noticed, but she was slow in learning to do simple things, and she wasn't talking yet at age two. Baby sounds-dada and mama-see-things like that. I thought Gail would lose her mind when the specialists told us she was mentally retarded. We tried therapy at home and in special clinics, but nothing worked. Debbie was in a little world all her own, from which she would never emerge. Maybe, if there is a God, it was his way of punishing us and protecting Debbie from the frightful knowledge that she was the product of incest. I don't believe in that kind of a God, but-who knows? Anyhow, Gail and I were driven even closer together by the tragedy that we'd engineered. Only now, I began to feel guilty.

When Debbie had to be placed in a home for retarded children, I quit the band and opened a record and music store, so we could see Debbie often.

Then Gail met this fellow-and you know something interesting? The guy could have been my older brother, we looked that much alike. I was like any other lover-outraged, miserable, lonely. Gail never lied to me about it. She said from the start, this had to be the answer she'd prayed for, out of our situation-that she'd fall in love with a decent man, and I would meet a woman, love and wed.

When she married him, I went wild-stayed drunk for a week. But I got hold of myself, moved to another city, and began to build a life for myself. I had a bad hang-up for a long time. Believe it or not, I couldn't even masturbate while fantasizing about anyone but Gail. Even after I started to date women, I couldn't be stimulated by anyone who wasn't built like Gail and had red hair, like she has!

Then came Jane. She was a child psychologist, maybe that's what I needed all along, who was working with retarded children. I'd begun working at the studios then, writing the scores and background music for movies and TV, and Jane was serving as technical advisor on a film-a documentary for one of the TV shows-on mentally disturbed and retarded children. Naturally, I wanted to talk to her about Debbie. Before I knew it, I was head over heels in love with her, and we began to talk marriage.

But the fly in the ointment was-I couldn't get sexually aroused over her, much as I loved her. When I'd told her about Debbie, I'd referred to Gail as my wife. I decided that, if we were to have a real marriage, Jane had to know the truth. When I told her, she amazed me. She talked at length about what causes sex hang-ups, and even made a regular record of my answers as to why I felt certain things about Gail, about fellatio, analingus, and so on.

Then, she set out to prove, with her body and mine, that sex really is all in the head! She proved that any woman a man loves, and who loves him, can be all things to him, in bed and out.

Guilt feelings? I had them. Still have "Freudian scars", as some call the emotional wounds that heal. But not to the degree that I let them spoil my life. Gail, oddly enough, seemed completely cured of me, the moment she married. When we meet now, there's no sexual arousement in me, and I'm sure not in her.

Jane has checked with the best authorities available about Debbie, and the prognosis is that she's better off where she is, getting care and attention. She will probably never develop much beyond the age of a seven-year-old. You face things and do what is best for all concerned, and that's how you live life at its best.

Having had the same parents, and therefore, being by nature somewhat alike, it was quite natural that Les and Gail would be mutually attracted. They were also united further by their mutual coldness to their mother, and dislike for the stepfather who was having relations with Gail.

In later experiments, with a professional hypno-therapist, Les underwent the regression technique. Because he was an exceptional subject, he was able to go back to his birth, and he revealed that many of the sex acts which he indulged in with Gail, had been indulged in by his father and mother. Psychiatrists, of course, are not in agreement as to the effects of early environment on the sex attitudes and appetites, but the case of Les and his sister is enlightening, in many ways.

However, so the reader may not suffer from fear that sex relations between brother and sister are harmful in later life-and more important, so adult readers who are parents may not be overly fearful of sex play between siblings, let it be firmly stated that psychiatrists are unanimous in their feeling that some sex experimentation between brothers and sisters is natural, normal and part of the growing up period. The Freudian theory (still basically accepted by most psychiatrists) is that any human, male or female, will make his first pleasurable (life-sustaining) contacts through the mouth by tasting, sucking and swallowing. Usually, somewhere between the ages of three and six, a child turns from autoeroticism (masturbation and self-excitement) to a usually mild form of homosexuality, in that he becomes aware of sexual sensations from contacts with his own gentler. From five to 12 years, his sex interests take a turn and he becomes heterosexual. What more natural subject for exploratory purposes, than the one most available-a sister or brother?

Under normal circumstances, when the child is removed from the home contacts exclusively (as when starting school) his sex interests quite automatically transfer to other males and females of his own age.

An interesting sidelight to these studies was revealed in a series of articles by a prominent child psychologist who made a close study of relationships between brothers and sisters brought up in an institutional environment, as opposed to those in normal homes. In an institution, where the children did not enter the outer world, but attended school in the institution, relationships like that of Les and Gail were much more pronounced. It was believed that this resulted because of the lack of opportunity to enter into other heterosexual relationships, and also, that the siblings were closer than they would normally be because of a feeling of having to

"stick together" against a hostile, cold and distant world.