Chapter 7

A FAMILY AFFAIR

In multiple incest cases, facts must be faced. Thus, regardless of whether or not we like it, the fact is glaringly obvious that most such incest cases take place in low-income, poverty-ridden families. Records prove also that, in almost all cases, these low-income groups are most common in the minority racial groups; doubtless because poverty and deprivation are more common to racial minorities. Therefore, these cases must be given in context, with no aspersions being cast upon the racial group involved.

Because such low-income groups cannot afford psychiatric or hypnotic therapy, it is obvious that the records must be taken from police records, welfare files and newspaper accounts. Few firsthand accounts are available, and we are again indebted to Mary Ross for much of the information contained in these cases of multiple incest.

Neighbors are the first to know that something is wrong about a family, but they are usually the last ones to call the authorities or try to constructively help correct such a situation.

In the case cited below, the original alert came from the welfare investigator involved, a young male.

I began to wonder what was going on when I stopped for my usual monthly call at the Gonzales household. (Name fictitious.) The family consisted of the mother, a woman of 39, two sons, ages 19 and 17, and four daughters, ages 15, 13, 10 and seven-and, I suspected, a man who was not the father of the children, nor the husband of the mother.

Carmen, the youngest girl, was a sweet, innocent little thing whom I'd come to like very much. I am a Mexican, and I often used to boil over at the silly adoption laws which would allow a child like this to become the victim of poverty and deprivation, while my wife and I, who can't have any kids of our own, can't make the grade with the adoption bureau, for a variety of reasons-all of them economic. I know we could give this child love and a nice home-the very two things she did not have.

I stopped to talk with Carmen, in the yard, and she proudly held up a shiny quarter, claiming: "It's mine to spend on anything I want!" She was so proud and happy, that I got out another dime to go with her riches, and I gave it to her.

She took it shyly, then stood looking at me. Finally she said, "Shall I do you now, to earn the dime like I earned the quarter?" I asked her what she had done to earn the quarter, and she innocently told me that she had "put a peter in her mouth!" It turned out that she had performed fellatio on the man who was living with her mother. I took advantage of her naivete and questioned her at length. From her account, and later evidence given by her mother, Consuela, a story unfolded which is-ugly and dirty-yet, which I believe occurs a dozen times daily in the slums of every city!

The story is picked up here by the mother's s; account which was given the police. In her own word

I was married when I was 15, to Juan, a young, muscular and handsome laborer. We were both born here in Los Angeles, but neither of us finished high school. We don't even speak good English, but all of the children speak it real good.

When Juan leave, Luiz, he help me with money and food. Juan cannot be here, the welfare people say. Luiz, he is good to the children. Sometimes, Juan come home, but he no stay.

(Consuela evidently had no idea that Luiz was running a veritable harem at the Gonzales place, getting sex of all sorts, from the entire family, from mother to youngest daughter!)

I no blame Juan, when he leave. He sick, and can not work, but the welfare will not give money if he is here. What can he do? He leave, so kids and me can eat. And, yes-I go to bed with Luiz. I am still a woman, and he treat me nice. Why can I not be a woman with a man. My Juan, he is gone.

Piece by piece, the authorities welded the story together and the juvenile authorities were called on to care for the younger children. Here are some of the statements made by various members of the Gonzales family:

CARMEN: (the youngster who had been so delighted over earning a whole quarter for sucking the penis of Luiz:) "I like Tio Luiz. He is nice to me, and sometimes to mama, too, because I see him kiss her, too, like he kisses me." (Under further questioning, it was determined that she was referring to being kissed between the legs.) "And he is good to my sisters, too. He kiss them a lot, like he kiss me and mama. And sometimes, he lay on them and kiss them-and he give them money."

FELIPE, 19, a gas-station employee-part-time: "I give ten a week at home. When the old man walked out, I made it fifteen. I only get thirty a week after taxes-twenty-four dollars. Hell, I got to have some life of my own. Nobody else works-why should I be the only one. And, when Maria-she's 15-quit school and went to work for that florist, who was it that watched out for her? Who found out that she was sleeping with the bastard? Me! But what the hell could I do?"

But the blockbuster was still to be dropped. The authorities continued to question the family, but at the same time, there was still the grim business of living for this miserable, seemingly helpless family. Consuela, still hoping that her family would surmount all these difficulties, kept on playing games with Luiz and with her husband, when he showed up for a little sex, or to borrow money. Then, Consuela revealed in testimony, that Luiz was, in fact, her blood brother! He had tried to seduce or rape all three of his nieces; only Maria refusing to have intercourse with him, although she was sleeping with her employer, in order to keep her job. Luiz had a good thing going for him; even hardened authorities were appalled at the terms of his help with the family support.

It ultimately developed that Luiz had had sexual relations with his sister, Consuela, from the time she was ll, and the first condition of his helping was that he be able to have intercourse with her whenever and wherever he chose-either at her place, or his two-room apartment, five blocks away. Hear her story (with the broken English polished up).

I not want my children hungry. I think: after all, Luiz and me have fucking before. I cannot work. Luiz have good job, driving truck. Besides, I need man in bed. Many times, butcher, storekeeper, milkman-they all fuck me, for money to pay bill, so-why not with Luiz?

But Luiz was sharper than that. He had riper fruit to pick in his three oldest nieces, 15,13, 10. And, he could have a ball with even the youngest, Carmen, aged seven! And he did. He was a stud, and after he would have intercourse with Consuela, he would in turn, go to the four girls, all of whom shared one bedroom, in bunk beds.

Let the 13-year-old tell her story:

Tio Luiz would give me a little money. I knew then, that he would be after me that night. But I was afraid if I did not let him do what he wanted, he would leave us, like my father did, and we would be hungry again.

He would come into the room, and always, he would stop at the bed of Maria, my sister. First, Maria-but always, she put him off. I think he wanted us to see, so we would be shamed. Then, me-but not the same. He would take out his thing-and he would put it in my mouth. I would suck it until all the liquid came out, then he would get down between my legs and stick his tongue into me, grunting and moaning until I made believe I had come. But, I didn't mind it so much, because he was gentle with me, like my brother Manuel and like my poppa had been!

But I did not like it when he made Margarita do this for him. He would sometimes stick his thing inside me, but with Margarita, he would make her roll over on her stomach, and he would poke his big thing up her rear-up the hole, all the way. I would hear her moan, and sometimes she would holler out, but she would bury her cries in her hands and just let him do it.

Carmen-poor little Carmen-he did not hurt. All he would do was kiss her between the legs and stick his finger inside her, until she would wiggle with delight. Then he would take out his thing and make her put it in her mouth. She didn't know any better, and she tried so hard to please him-I could kill him.

But there was more. All four girls had been either molested or physically seduced by both older brothers! Felipe, the older brother, was a regular on marijuana, and had often introduced his two oldest sisters to it. While they were in the intoxicated and elated state, he had performed cunnilingus on each of them, and had had intercourse with them. Each had also performed fellatio on him, at various times.

Maria, the oldest girl, seemed to take this as a matter of course. She told juvenile authorities that she had been raped by her brother when she was 12, and had had intercourse with her father, but not with her uncle, since she was 14! To her, it was a way of existing, yet, she too, was disturbed when she saw Luiz going after the younger sister.

When arrested on several counts of statutory rape, child-molestation, contributing to the delinquency of minors, etc., Luiz told a newspaperman: "So, a pussy is a pussy. A soft, wet mouth is still a good feeling.

So-they happen to be related. Should I pass up a good chance, and let the other wolves in the neighborhood get all the good things?" Luiz was later sentenced to a mental institution, after he attacked a young boy and sodomized him, at the county jail, while awaiting trial for his female offenses.

Felipe, when the scandal broke, like his father before him, fled. Manuel, the second oldest boy, was almost as brazen as his Uncle Luiz. He actually saw nothing wrong in the sexual exploitation of his sisters, merely because he had been aware of the incestuous relations that had taken place between his father and them, and between his uncle, and the sisters, plus-Manuel had watched his mother and his uncle having sex relations many times, even while his father was still around!

In the light of such incidents, it is a marvel that more of the minority groups do not become criminals-that more of the girls do not turn to prostitution, or more of the young men turn to narcotics or the peddling of women, or even crimes of violence.

The mother, Consuela, is to be blamed to a great degree, partly because of her utter lack of morals, not only personally, but where her children were concerned.

She is one of those rare creatures who has learned the art of survival at all cost. A full belly is her aim in life, at whatever price. However, in defense of this woman, it may be pointed out that she is illiterate, ignorant, and selfish.

It is arguable as to whether the father's desertion was beneficial or tragic to the family, in the light of the revelations concerning his sexual perversions and actual incest with his daughters. Again, we can only theorize as to what conditions might have been like, had this father had a well-paying job; had he been able to provide a home for his family outside the slums; had he had the spare money to allow a normal outlet for his emotions.

The four girls are still salvageable. All were removed from the custody of the mother and from the influence of Manuel and Felipe, should that individual appear on the scene again. How deep do the first scars go? Will the younger ones, Carmen and Margarita, be able to shake off the effects of this dismal introduction to the important function of sex, which we are taught to dream of as being interlaced with the magic potion of love?

These are questions which even the most learned researchers cannot answer. Only these girls will be able to answer them for themselves. Perhaps each of them will meet a man who is far different than Tio Luiz, Manuel, Felipe, and the departed father.

Once, family incest on a total basis, was a joke, told about and attributed to backwoodsmen, ignorant, comical characters who didn't know right from wrong when it came to sex. Today, sociologists tell us that the crowded urban and city areas produce more total-family incest than most would believe.

There is agreement that, for such abandoned incest to take place, there must be certain factors present in combination: among them, poverty, ignorance, low education and mentality. That these are in the roots of many slum families today, in abundance, is undeniable. Here is the story of a Negro family whom we shall call "The Jones Family."

Lucy Jones was arrested on a charge of prostitution for the fourteenth time in three years! In most of her previous court appearances, she was fined lightly, put on probation, or the case dismissed for lack of evidence. But in this rare instance, Lucy's customer appeared against her as a witness. He was a vice squad officer, and Lucy had tried to rob him.

Lucy is 20, attractive, shapely, but with signs of the eventual end of the professional already showing. She has much to offer a man, whether he be customer or lover, but the one thing Lucy does not have anymore is a dream. Maybe she never really did. Read her story, and see if you could hang onto anything as elusive as a dream of love. Or, even a dream that somewhere, in this wide world, there is even a dream of decency.

Talk about it? Why not? It happened, and the thing today is-tell it like it is, baby. I'm a whore. And I ain't ashamed of it anymore. At least I give a trick something for his money, and that's a hell of a lot more than most of the hustlers I know. What else could I do to make any decent money? I had to quit school when I was 13, to help support a family of eight, after my father left. I don't hold any bitterness towards him-not for leaving, anyway. I wish to hell he'd have left long before he made a fucking machine out of me and my sisters. He never did work, that I remember. He hustled around a poolroom; running errands for a bookie and a numbers cat; racking balls, hustling young kids for quarters-but no regular job. We were on welfare for as long as I could remember, but even then, he had to leave, or we couldn't get any help. If the man in the family is living there, they have some jazz about no money being given. What the hell else could my old man do but cut out Maybe, in his own way, he did care enough about us kids and Ma to at least do that.

I had my first fuck when I was 12, but I'd been sucked and fingered a long time before that-regular. In fact, I can't even remember when it was that I first had a man suck my cunt and finger-fuck me. I do remember the first time I had it shoved up my ass. It was when I was 10, and my older brother-he's dead, now-did it to me.

My father was away, then, and we were on welfare. There was a man who ran a little store on the corner, and he used to coax me to let him play with my cunt-he'd finger me and lick it, and I'd let him put his cock in between my legs-just rubbing it, not putting it in. He'd give me candy and cookies and stuff to eat, and believe me, I was hungry.

One day, he told me he'd give me a whole dollar if I let him put his prick in my mouth. Hell, for that much money, I'd have let his whole family do it.

I don't think I was scared. I was too used to having my body used for sex. Kids at school-even one girl-had felt me up every day, it seemed, and the boys were always running their fingers into my snatch, goosing me, putting my hand on their cocks and all that jazz. And my brother and father were always after me, finger-fucking and feeling and coaxing me to jerk them off or suck them off-and, remember, I was only 10.

This storekeeper just took me in the back room and took out his big, hard cock. He sat down on a bench and I knelt between his legs. He made me take off my clothes first, and while I was sucking his cock, he was trying to tickle my cunt with his toe-he had his shoes off. I remember it tasted kind of sour, at first, but after I got used to the size of it, it wasn't too bad. Towards the end, when he was pushing hard on the back of my head with his hands, I sort of enjoyed it, and when he shot into my mouth, I just swallowed it. He wanted me to do it some more, but I wouldn't, so he laid me on the floor and he sucked my cunt while he played with his prick. He shot again, and he made me feel awful good when he plunged his tongue in and out of me, rubbing hard against my good spots. If a 10-year-old can come, I did.

I used to do it for him all the time after that. He tried to get it into me, but it was too big, and I cried, so he stopped trying that. And he gradually cut down on the amount, until at the last, I was getting only a dime or fifteen cents. But he always gave me lots of good things to eat.

Then one day, while I was going down on him good, in walked my brother, Hal. You'd think maybe he would have beat the hell out of the old guy, but he didn't. Instead, he just stood there, grinning like a fool, and he said to the scared old man: "Might as well finish it, Mr. Billum, 'cause it's gonna cost you plenty." And, believe it or not, we did. Hal made the storekeeper give him five dollars, right then, and he made him agree to give him five dollars a week from then on. You'd think he'd have thought about me, but Hal was thinking of Hal. In fact, he rang my 13-year-old sister, Ella, in on the deal, and upped the ante to ten dollars a week.

It was a couple of nights after Hal caught me blowing the old storekeeper's cock that he tried it with me. I was coming home from school and he met me a couple of blocks from home. He knew there would be a mob around the house, so he waylaid me and took me to a garage that a bunch of the boys used as a clubhouse. He had it all arranged so nobody would be there.

"Okay, baby," he said, unbuckling his pants, "now you just give old Hal the same kind of blow job you give that crazy old man at the store. No nonsense, or I beat the livin' hell out of you." When he took it out, it was soft, but he jerked it a little, while he stuck his finger in my cunt, and it got pretty hard. I was always afraid of him, and by that time, sucking a cock didn't really bother me, so I just went to work on him. He made me lay down on my back, while he straddled my face, and he actually fucked me in the mouth, with hard, fast pushes. He came in a minute or so, and I had to swallow his come, because he still kept on pushing it down my throat.

After awhile, he got up and told me to stay the way I was. He straddled me, and tried for a couple of minutes, to shove his cock into my cunt. He rolled me over and tried it from the back, but it just wouldn't go in. He was going nuts from trying, and he kept on jerking off all the while. He got up and told me to stay put-on my face. He went to the sink and lathered up his hands with soap, and rubbed it all over his cock. While he was doing it, his cock got all hard and stiff and he came over, rubbed some soapsuds around my cunt and my ass-hole, and then he knelt over me again.

He didn't even try to get inside my cunt. Instead, he shoved his prick up into my ass-hole. It hurt like hell and I hollered, but he just lowered his weight down on me and kept pumping it in.

Hal didn't have a feeling of mercy in his body. He just went on, almost every day, making me suck him off or letting him fuck me in the ass-often, both. Once in awhile, he would lick my snatch, but he never had any patience, and I often used to have to masturbate afterwards. In spite of everything, I used to get hot when he would do things to me.

I think that by the time I was 12, I must have been really asking for a real fuck. My old man came home, this one Saturday. He showed up a couple of times a month, in the open, but he sneaked in some nights late to screw the old lady and, I found out later, two of my sisters. He had a big fight with Hal, over money, and when he knocked Hal down, my brother kept mouthing off dirty things about how his sisters were cheap cocksuckers and whores. He even named names like the storekeeper, Mr. Billum, and some of his friends that he used to sell us to. My daddy threw him out, but that night, he took me for a walk. He said he wanted to talk to me about what Hal had told him. We went to a little park-like strip of grass, with some bushes and trees, and he asked me right out if I'd been fucking and sucking. I told him the whole story, right up to the night before, when Hal and a friend of his had double-fucked me-Hal in the ass while his friend was having me blow his cock.

You'd think a father would be wild with rage, but not mine. All it did was get him hot as hell. I could see his pants swelling, and at the end, he put his hand on my one tit, unzipped his pants and took out his cock. "So my Lucy is all growed up," he said, playing with his cock. "How about being nice to your daddy?"

I didn't have any choice. He pulled my head down and forced his cock into my mouth. I admit, I didn't fight. I was afraid of him, too. So I gave him a real blow job. When he came, and I swallowed it, he like to went wild. He took my pants off and began to finger-fuck me with one hand while he jerked himself hard again with his other. Then he spread my legs, knelt between them and shoved his cock in. He was like Hal, no mercy or thought about me. But he had almost made me come with his finger, and it felt good to have a cock inside me. He was hitting places that Hal and the others had never reached with their fingers or tongues. And he put his hands up under my ass and lifted me up so his prick went in real good. When he came real quick, I hadn't come yet, so I kept on working my ass and my cunt muscles, and he got another hard on and kept right on plunging it in. I came real good, and when he went soft after he came once more, I started sucking his cock again.

After that, he used to come over to see me a couple of times a week. At least, he was a little gentle and sometimes, he would give me a little money-a quarter or fifty cents.

Hal was running with a tough gang, and he knew I'd finally had it in my cunt and he organized a regular "trade" for me, from among his gang. I was making about ten or fifteen dollars a week when I was 12-as a low-class prostitute.

Then I got gonorrhea from one of those jerks. I didn't know anything about things like that, but it hurt like hell and I went to the school nurse. She guessed right away, and sent me to a doctor. That blew the whole story out in the open. Hal just took off. We never saw him again. He went to Detroit and was killed there when he and another kid smashed up a car they had stolen.

They put me in a detention home for six months, and that was worse than being on the streets-except that the food was better. But the girls in there were wild. They had mostly women attendants who were sort of honor-roll inmates, and they were perverts from the word go. It was on a farm-like place, and there were about ten men who worked the place and did repairs, that sort of stuff. Nights, these women would let these guys in for screwing and sucking, and they would beat the hell out of any girl who didn't go along with it. Some of them were lesbians-that was my first contact with the female cunt suckers, and I found that it didn't make much difference, one way or another. I came just as good whether it was with a man or a woman's tongue in my snatch. One big bitch used a dildo on me, and although it wasn't quite as good as a real prick, I found that I could come all right with it.

Believe it or not, I was making out like crazy in that joint. When I got out, the judge had found a foster home for me, and I stayed there for almost five months. It was a preacher and his wife, and they treated me good, but there were plenty of other wolves that knew what kind of girls lived at his place, and they were always after me and the other four girls.

I was 13, then, but I looked 17 or 18, and I knew every trick in the book about sex. We had a lot of freedom, but I wasn't happy. I didn't do good in school, except for art and sewing-things like that.

This one man teacher-he was white-kept making me stay after school to teach me better reading ways. He was about 40,I guess, and he was extra nice to me. Then, one afternoon, he locked the door to the classroom and made his big pitch: I knew it was coming, because he was always brushing his hands against my ass and cunt, or feeling my breasts in a sneaky way. I'd never had a white man, and I guess I wondered what it would be like. I played right up to him, and he laid me right on the floor. He was crude, like all the rest, grinning like crazy and saying how he'd never had a "chocolate" baby. He surprised me when he went right to work, eating my snatch. I'd been without any sex for a long time, and I enjoyed it. I liked it even better when he worked around to a sixty-nine position, so I could blow his dick while he was sucking my cunt.

He used a rubber when he fucked me, and before I went home, he had arranged to have a sex session a couple of times a week. He was a bachelor, and we never did it in school after that. We used his car, or his apartment. Funny, but nobody ever caught on, and in a few weeks, they let me go home to my family. Things were even worse for them, without Hal's few bucks, and I quit school and got a work permit and went to work in a garment factory.

I was only there a week, when I already had three guys who were paying me five dollars a throw for fucking and sucking. Finally, I just quit the job, got a room, and went straight prostitute. I made out good from the beginning. I never made less than a hundred a week and I used to sneak at least thirty-five of that to my family.

I know now that all this jazz about "reforming" a girl or a boy that has gone bad, often through no fault of their own, like in my case-it's a lot of horseshit. From the first, everybody knew what I was. Nobody ever treated me as if I could ever change-but worse, nobody ever even thought that I might want something else in life besides fucking and sucking.

When I was 18, I married this fellow. He was white-and in a week, he was selling me all over town, beating the hell out of me, and grabbing all the dough for himself. I cut out. I never did get a divorce, but it doesn't matter: I'd never marry anyone again, white or black. I do all right on my own. I'm a whore, that's all. I take the "busts" from the cops, pay my fines, do my time, and move around.

I've stopped kidding myself. That's all I'll ever be. I'm not going to wind up in some gutter, though, or have to suck some guy's cock for food money, when I'm older. I put money away every week-at least fifty, and one of these days, I'll just cut out for some town where nobody ever heard of me, and I'll open a little shop of some kind. Then I'll tell the whole, lousy world to take a flying fuck for themselves!

Lucy, of her own accord, sees a vague "retirement" to a little shop of some kind. She fails to realize that she is not equipped to engage in any business, because of her lack of education. Chances are that if she does make her "dream" come true, some person will con her out of every nickel she has; then, Lucy will automatically resort to her former trade.

Although somewhat typical of prostitutes from minority and poverty groups, Lucy is highly different from the average prostitute in that she was forced into this way of life. Most prostitutes and calls girls become what they are by choice, in spite of the many sob stories which some still use on the sucker trade.

Lucy has had herself rendered incapable of having children; thus, she eliminates a major chance to find a measure of happiness through possible marriage and motherhood. It would be nice to be able to end this account happily, by saying that Lucy is on her way to attaining her wished for goal; but statistics are too heavily against this girl. The patterns are too ingrained; the cards stacked too much against her. Lucy will probably always be what she is: a cheap, hopelessly entangled whore, whose roots were founded in incest.

In cases of multiple family incest, many quickly jump to conclusions as to the relative morality of certain minority groups. Some of the most scholarly comparisons, however, have been made in recent years by those who engage in the study of the various cultures of mankind. Overcrowding, poverty, lack of educational and recreational opportunities surely do contribute to the incidence of incest; however, psychiatric and medical records show, more and more, that incestuous relations spring from much deeper causes that are buried within the structure of the human being.

Freud, although he has many detractors and refuters, must have been close to the truths, in his Oedipus and other parent-related complexes.

As one proof, we offer the story of 14-year-old Janet and her brother, Reg. They are from a wealthy family; the father is head of a large manufacturing corporation, with an income of more than one hundred thousand dollars a year. They want for nothing. In fact, according to their own testimony, they had a surfeit of material things, and ultimately became victims of a constantly-rising disease in today's America: boredom.

I knew Mom and Dad were in this swinging, wife-swapping, sex-orgy bunch, almost from the beginning. Reg, my brother, knew it too. I'd had sex a couple of times, and I know Reg was having his regular ass from the girls he ran with. Why not? He has his own car, plenty of money, he's good at sports and-neither of our parents laid down any rules about anything-so long as we stayed out of trouble with the law.

So, I barged in on this swinging affair this night at our house. I was supposed to be at the movies, then stay at a girl friend's house all night. I had my own key and came in the back way. It was like a dirty book: men sucking other men's pricks; women going down on each other; daisy chains-like, way-out. Maybe it should have made me sick to my stomach, but instead, I thought what the hell, I might as well have some fun too. I went to my room, stripped to the skin and went downstairs.

The first one to spot me was this guy who was my dad's right-hand man. He's married, got five kids and a real sharp wife, but he'd let me know a couple of times that he'd like to get into me. The only thing that stopped him was fear of my father. But he saw me, and he got up off a fat, homely old dame who was giving him a blow job, and he grabbed me. He was a little drunk, but not too. He just flopped me on the floor and spread my legs, kneeling down between them. Then he shouted out: "Anyone who would stick a cock into this would be prosecuted for breaking the pure food act!"

Then he spread the lips of my cunt and really ate me. He was really something, and I came real quick. In a funny way, I got an extra bang out of all the people that were watching. Half of them didn't know whose daughter I was. After I came, another older guy pushed this character away and he went to town. He had the biggest cock I'd ever seen, and I admit, when he came over, waving it, I was a little scared. But he got me all hot, too, and when he stuck it into me, I thought I'd flip. He was terrific!

When my father came down from upstairs-a private session with two other men-and saw me, he blew his top! He busted the party up, then and there. My mother was in the den, with two men and another woman, and she didn't even know what had happened until my father busted in on them and told them to get the hell out.

You ought to have seen the scene that night! Wow! My mother and father so excited they forgot to get dressed, and all three of us stark naked, hassling over sexual morality. I just stood up to them and told them if they didn't like it, I'd tell the cops. That kind of got to them, and all of a sudden, my father quieted down. He kept looking at my pussy and my titties, and all of a sudden, up popped the devil! His prick got hard and stiff and he just stood there, blushing like a schoolboy, trying to cover it with his hands.

I just laughed and went upstairs. I could hear him pumping away on my mother, and just then, in walked my brother. Reg was 17, and like I said, he was hep to what was going on with Mom and Dad's bunch. Dad had mounted Mom from the rear, I guess, because Reg just said: "Wow! The old boy still has some life, eh? Shove it a little farther, and it'll come out of her mouth!"

"Get the hell upstairs!" Dad bellowed, and Reg just laughed and came walking up, looking back down the stairs at them. I was in my room, but the door was open and he walked in. When he saw me standing there stark naked, he stopped and whistled. "You too, Sis? What a swinging family this turned out to be!"

He walked over and pinched the nipple of one of my breasts, and made a grab for my pussy. I told him that if he wanted some, to ask for it, like a man. He looked surprised, then shrugged and started taking off his pants. I admit, I was raring to go for more, and when he unveiled that beautiful cock of his, and waved it at me, grinning, I just had to have some of it. I bent over and took it in my mouth and inside thirty seconds, it was stiff and proud. I let it go and walked to the bed, flopping down on my back and spreading my legs. Reg came over and ran a finger around the lips of my wet, throbbing pussy; then he went down on it. He used his tongue and his teeth, nibbling and nipping at the lips and my clitoris until I thought I'd go crazy. The hotter I got and the more I worked my pussy to fit his tongue and lip movements, the hotter he got. Finally, I couldn't stop myself. I came like a million! He stayed with it until I thought he'd drain the last drop from inside me. Then he crawled up between my legs, took my ankles and put them up so they rested on his shoulders, and he began to fuck me. Boy, what I'd been missing, with this cocksman in the house. He fucked me like no man has since, and then he made me come three more times after the first. By that time, he was softening, so I went to work on his prick. Inside a few gulps of that flabby prick, it began to harden and stand, and I sucked and tongued it until he came, filling my mouth with his come. I didn't care, then. I just wanted to make him feel like he'd made me feel, brother or no brother, and I swallowed it and kept on going.

Reg squirmed around so we could suck each other off at the same time, and we made each other come again. I came just a second before he did, but it was wonderful. When we looked up, there was our parents, looking at us in a half-shocked, half-lustful way.

"Well, shall we have a four-way party?" I asked them. They just looked at each other. I could see that my father was still half-drunk, and my mother was even more loaded. They just looked at each other, as if waiting for the other one to make the first move. They were still naked, and I could see my father's cock beginning to get hard again. I lay back and spread my legs, so he could get a real good look up into my pussy, and that did it. He walked over like he was in a trance, his cock in his hand, masturbating himself. When he got to the bed, I took his hand off and put it in my mouth. While Jerry and my mother watched, I sucked him good. He didn't want to come, but I made him. I kept sucking until he got a good hard on again, then I told him to eat my pussy a little. When I'd come once that way, he got me on my hands and knees and put it in my pussy from the rear.

By that time, I looked over and there was my mother, down on her knees, sucking Reg off, while he played with her titties. As everybody got going, we watched the others going at it, and it added a lot to the kicks. I could tell, because when my dad came the first time, he just kept fucking away, and he never even went soft.

After that, we had a built-in sex orgy two or three times a week. I was already taking the pill, so there wasn't any need to take any precautions with either Reg or my father.

This relationship went on until Janet left for college, according to her testimony. By that time, she was sated with sex and in her boredom, she hooked up with a bunch who were "turning on" with LSD. During one "freak-out" Janet took a heavy overdose of the drug and jumped or fell from a third floor apartment window. The account is vague, for the others in the party were freaked out also. Janet seems to recall wanting to fly or walk into the beautiful sunset that seemed just outside the window, in her hallucinatory state.

She suffered irreparable damage to her spine, and today, Janet spends her life in a wheelchair, trying desperately to get her message across to other youths who have not yet trodden the deadly paths of incest and drug abuse. Bitterly, Janet blames her ultimate tragic end on the dissolute parents who encouraged and allowed the rawest of sex orgies to ultimately lure her into their patterned trap.

Her father is dead-a suicide, which further deprived the family of money, for his insurance policies did not pay off. What savings he had were eaten up by expensive medical treatment for his daughter and for his wife, who is now in a mental institution. Reg fled after his father's death-to where, no one knows.

Incest, according to Freud and others, is a common sexual emotion, Researchers find more evidence of this truth almost daily. But, as surely as they discover the cases of incest, they find the grim aftermath. The end results seldom change-only the names and the set of circumstances. Tragedy for one, or often, for all parties to incest, is almost inevitable.

As stated earlier, we make no attempt to moralize. Neither do we condemn nor condone.

As one psychiatrist put it, concerning those who indulge in the family game of sexual intercourse: "Each person who has come within the scope of my knowledge, serves as his own enemy; his own judge and jury. And, in a great many cases-he serves as his own executioner."

Let this, then, stand as the moral, if there need be any.

SUMMARY

Psychiatrists and sociologists are generally in agreement that incest is on the rise. They are often in sharp disagreement as to the reason this is so. The socio-economists claim that our urban society has caused severe overcrowding, particularly in ghetto areas. In minority groups, work is scarce for the males in the family, young or old, and time hangs heavy on their hands-time they often use for purposes of sex with other family members.

Others advance the theory with a lot of substance, that, in the American social structure, the woman has now become the dominant figure in the home-especially in the case of the Negro, who suffers percentage-wise, most from poverty. If this is true, psychologists point out, then the husband and father will seek younger females whom he can dominate, to preserve his image of manhood. Many instances of incest have stemmed from a dominating woman saying boldly to her husband: "No work-no sex." But if there are other, more naive females available, such as his daughters, nieces or even younger sisters, many males will take them if they can.

Seeming to refute the "poverty-packing" theory, however, is the increasing number of cases of incest that take place in better than middle class families. Innumerable cases of incest have come to light in the sex clubs and wife-swapping parties that have come to national attention. Nor are the youngsters themselves blameless. Many, in their newly-grabbed sex and personal freedom, maintain that they see nothing wrong in intercourse-with anyone whomsoever-as long as there is a basis of love. This may sound like a sophisticated justification for promiscuity, but the fact is, the kids are right: "It's happening, man!"

Studies of the cultures and mores of other peoples and races reveal that incest has always been accepted in many societies, both the primitive and the civilized. The Romans, the Egyptians, the Jews-all have accepted incest in its many forms, at various times. It is only since the late 1700s that it has been extremely taboo in most English-speaking countries, with which we are dealing.

The creature, man, must have a sex outlet. When he is denied the normal adult relationships, he will revert to subnormal or abnormal sex acts, with members of his own, or the opposite sex, if need be.

In this book, we have not moralized nor criticized, but have merely reported. It is hoped that we have done a lucid and fair job in this respect, in order that the reader might perhaps look into his own soul, and that of those about him inasmuch as he is permitted, and perhaps see of what whole cloth, all we mortals are cut.