Edith Rogers: Playground prowling

The ABC's of Sex: Incest

Oscar Wilde once wrote: "Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them."

A study such as this work makes one realize that there is more truth than poetry in that statement. Many children, as they grow into their own adulthood, must find it difficult to even forgive their parents.

Elsa J. is one such person. Not yet fifteen, she has already given birth to two children the first when she was barely thirteen! As she tells her story, Elsa does not whine, nor does she alibi. The facts of her incestuous early years are quite evident; thus, her father and brothers must shoulder a great deal of the blame for her sex patterns.

The sexual escapades of the young always shock, but the average person does not seem to realize that a child who is not yet a teen-ager, nor fully developed sexually, can indulge in and enjoy the fullest of sex experiences. Elsa tells her story frankly, using the limited vocabulary of a child who never completed eighth grade.

She is a good example of the unlimited victims of a deterioration of family life: no love, no kindness or consideration, no cohesion in any effort, particularly that of guidance and discipline for the child.

"I was ten when my parents divorced. Because my mother was a compulsive, hopeless alcoholic, they gave custody of me to my father.

"Pop was all right – we got along, only I never saw too much of him. He worked two jobs to pay off the bills that Mom's drunkenness had caused.

"I don't blame Pop for anything. He had it tough. A year before the divorce, my big brother, Ed, was sent to reform school for stealing cars. He had stolen cars since he was thirteen, and this one night, he had been drinking, too he was only sixteen, then, but he drank with my Mom a lot. Anyhow, he hit an old man in a crosswalk while he was out joyriding, and they sent him to reform school.

"Pop never got anything out of my mother or brother, except grief and pain and worry. I used to feel sorry for him. I wanted to just put my arms around him and let him know that at least somebody cared about him, but I couldn't reach him. He was always so tired when he came home that, even if I was still awake, he didn't have energy enough to do much but eat, wash the dishes, straighten up the mess my drunken mother made, then get to bed.

"I doubt that he had any sex life with my mother for the last three or four years before the divorce, but I didn't really know anything about such things then.

"After the divorce, I remember a long series of baby-sitters. I guess I made a pest of myself, following them around, wanting to sit on their laps, and have stories read to me anything to get close to someone.

"I liked one of them a lot and he gave me a lot of loving. His name was Andy and he was our paper boy, Andy was about seventeen, I think. After the divorce, my father was able to make a go of it with just the one job, but he must have been pretty bitter and discouraged by then, because he began to go out almost every night and he drank a lot. I knew all about what drunks were like and I knew that Pop was drinking pretty heavily.

"But I had fun with Andy. I used to play card games with him 'Old Maid' and 'Hearts.' We used to play for kisses, but there was always more than that. While he kissed me, he would run his finger up inside my panties and inside my thing. He would suck my tongue and rub his finger around that little knob inside of me, and I would get all excited and want more – but I didn't know what it was that I wanted.

"Sometimes, we would play a game where the winner could say where he wanted to be kissed a certain part of his body and the loser had to do it. Andy used to name his prick, and I would kiss it just on the tip of it. Once, Andy told me to open my mouth and take it inside and suck it, and I did. But I guess my mouth was too small, because after I had sucked it a little I began to gag. He took it out and played with himself, right there in front of me, until he shot some white stuff into his hand. He wiped it on his handkerchief and then we didn't play any more games that night.

"Then Ed, my brother, came to live with us again, and Pop made him stay home and babysit a lot of times. I think Eddie was on parole, or whatever it is, because he had to go to the police once every week and tell them what he was doing. My father had to go with him.

"Ed was quiet. He used to sit for hours just watching TV. He didn't even say a word to me or seem to know that I was even around. I didn't know much about sex, but I figured that Ed was not much different than Andy, so I asked him if we could play games – for kisses on the body.

"At first he didn't know what I meant, so I told him about the games Andy and I had played, and he perked up and said we'd try it.

"I won the first game and said I wanted, him to kiss me between my legs. Ed looked at me sort of funny, but he took off my panties and I laid down on the floor and spread my legs. He got down on his stomach and looked at my thing, spreading it open with his fingers. He put one finger inside me and played with my knob. Then he got down and began to kiss my pussy! He reached down and unzipped his pants and took out his prick, and it was as big as Andy's.

"He stuck his tongue inside me and then grabbed my knob with his lips and sucked it awfully hard. I had never had anything quite this good from Andy, and after a minute or two, I had a wonderful, new feeling. It started inside my pussy, and just spread all over my body. It burned and tickled, but it felt wonderful. And I watched while Eddie jerked away at his prick and shot a load of stuff all over the carpet!

"I went to get a cloth to clean it up, and when I came back, Ed still had his prick in his hand, playing with it. It wasn't quite as stiff as it had been, but it was beginning to get that way again. He lifted up my dress and ran his finger inside my pussy, making me get 'hot' again. He asked, 'Did you ever kiss this Andy's pecker?"

I told him I had.

"He asked, 'Did you like it?' I told him it wasn't bad tasting, but that I had only taken the head of it in my mouth, that I had almost vomited when he tried to put it in too far.

" 'You want to do it for me?' Eddie asked. I was so happy that he was noticing me, and that he had made me feel so good when he had sucked my pussy, that I would have done anything he asked.

"I smiled at him and got down in a crouch so that I could take his thing in my mouth. I wanted to put it way down in my mouth, to make him feel real good. I guess I acted like a little glutton for pricks, because I used my tongue and teeth, and I rubbed the base of it with both my hands. I was surprised when he shot a load of sticky, salty juice into my mouth inside amp; minute. I thought it would take longer, and I was so surprised that I swallowed it.

"You're better than them cocksuckers up at Ft. Kane, Sis,' Eddie said, pulling my face up and giving me a rough kiss on the cheek. 'You and me are going to have some good times.'

"And we did. We did it a lot after that. We didn't even play any cards. Whenever we were alone, we'd start right off sucking and kissing. Once, Eddie tried to shove his cock up inside my cunt, but it hurt too much, and he stopped when I began to cry. Fused to play with his prick, and I could make him come that way, but he liked it best when I sucked it. And I liked it better when he kissed my cunt, too.

"Then Eddie got into trouble again, and I didn't see him again ever.

"Life was awfully lonely after that. Then Pop stopped going out and stayed home a lot more, but he drank an awful lot almost as much as my mother had. I didn't care. At least, there was somebody there with me. To tell the truth, though, I missed all the fun of playing with a-boy's cock and having him play with me and suck my pussy. I tried masturbating, but that was never much good for me. I began to wonder if Pop was like Andy and Eddie, whether he would like to play some games, and maybe kiss me and finger-fuck me, and let me suck his cock and play with it, like I had with them.