Wilma Freidman - Sorority Affair

While laws and penalties regarding incest- and pedophilia-differ, all states prohibit marriage and or screwing between parents and children. In those states where intercourse between step-parents and step-children is not considered incest, the act is usually called lewd cohabitation. All states prohibit children of the same biologic ancestry from marrying each other, as well as between children and grandparents, aunts and nephews, uncles and nieces.

Sexual intercourse between in-laws, while very common, is not considered incest by the courts-if one of the participants is under age, then the crime is pedophilia. In fact, the in-law sexual intercourse is a classic plot in many fictional works-in motion pictures and on television such as, the wife falling in love with her husband's brother, or the husband to have an affair with his wife's sister.

One factor in pre-teen sexuality is invariably present in a brother-sister relationship: the children have always had considerable sex freedom. Too, it is usually found that the brother was not subservient to the father, or at least was never controlled by him. Usually the brother works at some sort of job and is of an aggressive nature. The result might be as follows:

The words of a fourteen-year-old girl: "I have always been afraid of my brother, ever since I was eight years old. He was seven years older than me and I couldn't do anything about it. My mother had died when I was six, and Daddy, well, after Mom died, he just seemed to go steadily down hill. He was always cross and didn't seem to care about anything. He was a tool and die maker in a machine plant. He'd come home from the factory and start drinking after supper. And he thought the sun rose and set on my brother; that's why I didn't tell him how George used me sexually.

"It started one night toward the end of the week. My father had come home from the bar, drunk and staggering, as usual, and had gone to bed. George was watching television, every now and then making some vulgar remark about the girls in the picture we were watching. He and I had never gotten along with each other very good. He was always telling dirty jokes in my presence and making fun of my going to church… anything to make life difficult for me. I never brought what few friends I had to the house, because I never knew just what my brother or my father would say or do.

"My brother and I were sitting there watching television, and George looked at me and said, ‘See that girl there? She's the type to have a real big cunt. You do know what a cunt is, don't you, Jenny?'

"Not being able to take any more of his dirty talk, I decided to take a shower and go to bed. I was in the bathtub with the shower turned on and had lathered myself, when suddenly the curtains parted and in stepped my brother… stark naked! I was so shocked I just stood there staring at him, I suppose I must have been numb from the shock, but I must have mumbled something but I don't remember what it was. I do recall attempting to step out of the shower stall and George grabbing my arm. ‘You ain't going anywhere,' he said. ‘Not unless you want me to knock the piss out of you. And if you make a fuss and' wake the old man, he'll probably knock the shit out of you, too!'

"I froze, realizing my brother was' right. He was my father's favorite and in very solid with him. Daddy liked him because George often brought home a fifth of cheap whiskey for him, saving the old man a trip to the corner bar; and I knew my father didn't have any kind of morality about him. He once told me-my father-that I'd be better off if I went out and got myself fucked than go to church all the time.

"‘I'm going to take a shower with you,' George leered, standing in back of me with his arms around my waist, holding me tightly. I could feel his prick poking against my back, and he lifted me so that it pressed into the crack of my bottom. He put his hands down on my belly, way down low so that one finger was almost touching my hairless pussy, at the same time pushing his cock slightly into my ass-cheeks. I didn't know what to do. I just stayed there, him holding me up that way. George was breathing heavily and becoming sexually excited. He said, ‘Jenny… you're going to be a real good honey-fuck. Now you stand still… hear me!'

"I heard all right! He let me down and I stood there, leaning over a bit the way he pushed me, and permitted him to place his big cock between the cheeks of my ass and pump slightly. He didn't pump himself to coming off and removed his prick before he did. He then made me get out of the shower stall with him, and, after he had locked the bathroom door, he sat down on the toilet lid, pulled the bath mat close to him and told me to get down on my knees in front of him. I was only eight years old at the time, remember, and naturally a virgin and had not had any experience with boys, yet I knew what he obviously wanted me to do. The thought of sucking his cock gagged me- and it was so unchristian, too.

"Crying, hot tears running down my cheeks, the water from the shower dripping from me, I told him, ‘I don't want to do that. Please, George… I couldn't do it… not use my mouth… it's nasty dirty… Please… don't make me use my mouth.'

"My brother laughed at me. ‘How do you know what I want you to do? Say-how many cocks have you sucked, sister dear? Why… you're hardly old enough to know what one looks like!' Suddenly he leaned over and punched me in the stomach, his blow almost causing me to double over. ‘You want more of the same, you little twat? Get down on your knees and I'll show you how to do it. It ain't as bad as you think it is… I've had lot's of blow jobs from little girls. Why, you might even like it!'

"Fearful of what he would do if I didn't, I sank to my knees, my eyes fastened on his huge cock. The thing fascinated me, I admit. His prick looked like a small telephone pole, only a pole doesn't have a dark purple head with a little slit in the end of it.

"George pulled my head closer, spread his legs wider, ‘Lick my balls first, cunt,' he said, then work your tongue up the underside of my prick and lick the head all over.' Savagely, he pulled my mouth to his hairy nuts. I began licking, them slowly, working upward on his throbbing shaft. His prick felt soft and hot to my tongue, and before I actually knew it, George had slipped the end of its smoothness into my mouth, and I was washing the throbbing surface of his slick knob. He locked his legs around the small of my back, also putting his hands on the side of my head, moving my mouth up and down over his hot cock. It was a most impossible for me to believe that I actually h-had a boy's prick in my mouth, especially my own brother's! My shock was compounded when George ejaculated. He held my head to his cock and I could feel the warm thick fluid gushing from the little slit in the head, filling my mouth. There was an odd taste, sort of acid-like, and I swallowed practically all of it, not thinking to retain the milky juice in my mouth and spit it out later. When he finished coming off, he let me pull my head back. I gagged, feeling the nausea rising in my throat, and when George moved from the toilet, I leaned over and began spitting. ‘Shit, that wasn't all that bad, sister dear,' George laughed at me. ‘And you might as well get used to sucking me off. You'll be drinking my come again, kid.'

"What could I do? I was only eight years old. Where could I go? I thought of telling my priest at church. I thought of telling him all about it, but I knew that if I did there would be a big stink everyone would know and I didn't want to be embarrassed in front of everybody and the church.

"So there I was, helpless to do anything against what my brother was forcing me to do. He made me suck his cock off almost every night. That went on for years, then when I turned thirteen, George fucked me.