Anonymous - Eveline

He well knew my perversion-my passion all in accord with his own. It was evidently his desire to play upon it-to afford another practical example of the amiable weakness so lightly recorded by Voltaire in the case of the great Charlemagne.

"Do you mean to say, dear papa, that the gentleman is a near relation? That it is-in fact-a-a case of incest?"

"I believe it is, Eveline, from all I have been told."

"Oh, how delicious! Yes, certainly we must see that."

"You charming darling! How our views conjoin! How closely our tastes-our passions coincide! Listen, my child, while I tell you more of this subject which engrosses us both."

"The crime, if crime it be, is as the world-at least as the Biblical account of it. Did not the children of Adam and Even, brothers and sisters, copulate and procreate? The Bible is full of instances of this original and entrancing weakness. Not to quote the example of Lot, the brother-in-law of Abraham, whose two young daughters, for want of a male, as the version goes, but in reality from a real lascivious passion to play with a parental sugar stick, made their father jolly with the fermented juice of the grape. They then excited him to such an extent that the vigorous parent lay with them both and all three united in a copulative orgy.

"King David's favorite son, Amnon, was possessed of so absorbing a passion for his sister, Tamar, that nothing short of violating her could satisfy his virile passion. Only picture that scene-the brother exalted by uncontrolled lust, seizing upon his beautiful sister as she struggled before him, and then reveling in her virgin charms. Not that the virgin so much dreaded the act itself, but she feared the foolish position in which she would be placed, and suggested that her father, King David, would not deny them their little irregularity if his consent were asked. Do not newspapers of our own times frequently give us lecherous details of these convenient family relations of fathers with their daughters, of brothers with their sisters, and of mothers with their sons?"

That same afternoon papa and I duly ensconced ourselves in the snug little closet on the left in the narrow passage which led to the chamber I already knew.

We had not long to wait. Our door was bolted-the two apertures were uncorked. We had found that each commanded a most complete view of the bedroom. Our heads were not six inches apart. We had chairs on which to sit with soft cushions upon them. I noticed that the legs of these seats were covered with India-rubber pads, so that no sound would be audible if they were moved. They were the caps or cups which are supplied for sticks and crutches. A soft carpet covered the floor and a padded rest was fixed above each peephole upon which to lay the forehead. Everything was luxuriously complete. Presently I heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor. The door of the bedroom opened. A voice in gentle accents murmured: "This way, please." The door was closed again after giving ingress to two individuals. Then there was silence-profound, but for the gentle breathing of papa behind me.

The first who came under my view was a short, thick-set man of some five and forty years of age. His hair was already turning gray; his closely cut beard and heavy moustache were of the same grizzly shade. His features struck me as being ordinary without vulgarity, and he possessed a look of ardent sensuality which, to my practiced eye, there was no possibility of mistaking.

The second comer interested me more. She was a girl with a build like that of the man, although she was thinner and very appealing. Indeed, she had a very youthful face and long limbs. She was far from being either full-grown or fully developed. What, however, struck me most was her extreme beauty. She had skin like alabaster, white and soft. She was fair and plump for a child of her age. Her features were regular and good and bore a close resemblance to those of her companion. I noticed that she was dressed in the usual fashion of the age. She had very short skirts and wore socks so that her calves were without stockings, showing the naked legs about the tops of her perfectly fitting, high and delicate little kid boots.

Having carefully bolted the door, the man threw himself upon a lounge. The girl set herself to examine and take note of the apartment. He watched her every movement as a cat studies a mouse. I thought I already detected a flash of obscene desire in his liquid eye as he rapidly scrutinized every change of position. Then he threw off his coat, opened his waistcoat, deposited his watch and chain on the adjoining table, and removed his necktie and shirt collar.

"Do you see her boots?" whispered a voice at my ear. "What nice legs she has! What is he going to do?"

"Yes, and so pretty too! Do you notice the likeness, dear papa?"

We could distinctly hear every word they spoke.

"Come here, Lucy!"

The girl obeyed with an air of indifference which appeared to me to hide a certain amount of fear. The man put her upon his knee.

"When did I do it last?"

The girl blushed scarlet.

"It was Wednesday, a week ago-the day mother went to Liverpool."

"What did I promise you this time, if you were good."

"You said you would give me a new photographic album and a whole pound of chocolate fondants."

"What-all that! Well, I suppose I must be as good as my word. Now then, Lucy, let's see if you are getting to be a young woman."

"Oh! I wish I was already a grown-up woman!"

"It will all come in time-you are getting on fast."

While this edifying conversation was progressing, the man had let the girl slip from his knee. She stood between his legs. His left arm encircled her tapered waist. His right played with her ankles, her calves, and her knees. Then he advanced his eager hand a little further. Suddenly he bent forward and pressed his lips to her with a fervent embrace which spoke volumes to us witnesses. He sucked long and ardent kisses from her with the bestial avidity of a satyr.

"Who told you about kissing, Lucy?"

"That girl at school. She said the men knew best how to kiss."

"She was right, dear girl! What else did she say?"

"Oh, I don't know-but she said men liked to feel the girls about- well-you know-under their clothes."

"Yes, I think she was right, dear child! So they do!"

Suiting the action to the word, he slipped his hand further up between the girl's thighs. His eyes glowed-his lips parted.

"Oh, there it is! What a nice little slit it is!"

"Oh, father! Don't! That hurts! Pray, don't!"

We looked at one another for a moment. The secret was out.

"Give me your hand, Lucy. Put it there-do you feel that?"

"Oh yes, I do! I know-you told me about it."

"What did I tell you it was? What did I say you might call it?"

"I remember! You told me last time. You said it was a prick."

The man had been loosening his clothes. He held the child's hand close to him as they continued-

"What did that girl at the school tell you it was called?"

"She said some other name. I think she said it was a diddle. It was when she pointed to the statue of Mercury on the stairs. But it was not at all like yours. It was very small and hung down. Yours is always upright, father-and oh, so big!"

He drew aside his shirt. He exposed his naked member with the child's little hand in contact.

"Isn't that nice, Lucy-oh so nice! We are all right and quite alone here. You have only to be quite quiet and play with my prick."

"Yes, I know. Now mother's at Liverpool, we shall not be found out. Oh, my! If I was! How she would beat me! But-but-you won't forget the album, will you, father! I'm promised several photos to put in it."

"No, my darling, certainly not. But come, take off your clothes. I want to see you naked. I want to see all your pretty things."