Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

Mavis R. was such a case. We chose her case history because it combines several of the elements necessary to serious incest (rather than merely molestation, or the "feeling up" of a child). Oddly, Mavis became most involved with sex relations with her uncle after she was grown up and married, although the incestuous sex acts had been taking place from the time she was nine.

My world ended when I was almost 10, when my father died. I had been his pet-spoiled, adored, pampered and almost worshipped. For the first year, I was lonely, introverted, lost. When my mother remarried, I thought it would be different, and I tried to love and respect my step-father-I honestly did. But he was so different from my father, and besides, he had two children of his own, and all his attention went to them. They were both boys, and could do no wrong. They were both younger than me, and I was nothing more than a nursemaid and baby-sitter. They liked to go out a lot, and sometimes I'd be stuck with those two brats as many as four nights a week.

Then my uncle came to our town. I only remembered him vaguely. He was 22, warm, friendly, happy-go-lucky-like my dad had been. I liked him the moment he picked me up and raved about my pretty, blue eyes and soft, blonde hair. He got a job and had a small apartment a few blocks from us. He used to drop in almost every night, and he'd bring ice cream for me and the boys, then help me put them to bed. Then we'd watch TV, laugh and talk, and sometimes he'd help me with my school work, or we'd play Monopoly. I often used to sit on his lap while we watched TV, and we'd kiss and he'd put his hand between my legs and rub me. Sometimes he'd put his finger in, and I'd go almost crazy, although I don't think I ever had what you'd call an orgasm, then. I know that sometimes, when he'd leave, I would go to bed and masturbate, thinking about him, and how he kissed me and fingered me.

One night, when he'd got me all hot and wet, I felt his peter getting real hard. He was squirming around, sweating, fingering me real hard. I suddenly wanted to make his thing feel as good as he was making mine feel, and I asked him to take it out. He didn't want to, so I unzipped his pants and put my hand inside, and squeezed and stroked his peter. Then I got down on my knees, took it out, and put it in my mouth. I wanted to. I was happy when I saw how excited he got. He pulled me away after a bit, picked me up and took me in on the bed. He took off my panties and spread my legs, and he crawled up so his head was between my legs and he began licking me, kissing the inside of my legs, sticking his tongue inside me. This time, I know I had an orgasm, and I still wanted more of him and what he did.

He had been masturbating while he kissed me, and I wanted to give him the same wild, wonderful feeling he'd given me at the end of his tonguing. I had him stretch out on his back, and I stroked his peter while I put my mouth on it and sucked. Suddenly, I started to bring it deep into my mouth, and he squirted all this hot juice into my mouth. But he was still plunging it in, so I swallowed it and kept on until he did it a second time. I turned upside down, so my pussy was across his face, while I could still put his peter in my mouth, and he made me come again and again. Afterward, he spread my legs, felt inside me and tried to put the head of his thing inside my pussy. He asked me if it hurt, and I told him it didn't, but he got up and put his pants on. He was afraid he'd hurt me.

We did it that way for over a year, at least three times a week. I remember the first time he fucked me. It was the night after my 12th birthday. He had had to work on my birthday night, when I'd had a party, and he asked my mother if he could take me downtown and get me a dress for a gift-let me pick it out. I picked out a beautiful blue dress, and he was astonished (though I don't know why he hadn't noticed before) to see how it accented my budding breasts.

He fingered me until I came, and I kissed his penis, in the car on the way home. Then he asked me to come up to his apartment for a while, "so we can do it right."

I was so warm and lovey with gratitude and excitement over the dress, I'd have done anything. He took my clothes off, and kissed my nipples. He had his clothes off, too, and I played with his peter and he masturbated me. But this time, he didn't perform cunnilingus, nor want me to suck him. Instead, he spread my legs gently, got on his knees between my legs, and began to put his peter inside me. I almost went wild with joy-it was so much better-more full and sexy, than his tongue or fingers inside me had ever been. I think we came inside a minute-my first full orgasm with a peter inside me! He was afraid he'd hurt me, but I convinced him he hadn't. He brought me to orgasm with his tongue, then fucked me again-and this time it was even better for me.

From then, until I was 17, he was the only man I had. Oh, I dated, but I got a little high one time at a party, and let this one boy undress me, but he turned me off with his "jump on" ideas. No finesse-no play for awhile. Why, he didn't even kiss my breasts! At 17, I started going steady with Jimmy. My Uncle Ralph was as jealous as a lover that has been jilted, and our sex became a grind. He would question me about Jimmy-had he fucked me; had he performed cunnilingus or analingus (we'd done that often), and he began to intrude on my dates-following me to the movies, and things like that. Jimmy didn't like Ralph-I think he suspected that there was a little more than uncle-niece stuff going on, because Ralph was always buying me expensive gifts, and was so possessive and jealous. Jim and I eloped on my 18th birthday. He questioned me about Ralph, after awhile, but I never told him the truth. We moved to another city, while Jim finished college and I worked, and everything was working out fine-Jim was wonderful in bed, and as kind and considerate as Ralph had been. Maybe that was one reason I fell in love with him.

Then, Uncle Ralph showed up for a visit. We had the spare room, and, although I was apprehensive about it, we asked him to stay with us for the week he had. Jim had a part-time job in a chemical manufacturing company (he was studying to be a pharmacist) and never got home until after ten-thirty. The very first night, Ralph got pretty drunk, and he was crude and blunt.

"I've been a long time without you, and I haven't got much time to make up for it. Let's go!" He grabbed me and started to drag me into the bedroom. I tried to reason with him, but he wasn't about to listen. He ripped my panties off, took his peter out (it was already hard as a rock) and began trying to force it into me. All of a sudden, I hated him. He wasn't the same man. There was nothing of the gentle, kind person I'd become so attached to in my lonely girlhood years. He was an animal, wanting to relieve his sex urge. I fought him as hard as I could, and in the melee that followed, I hit him with an ashtray. He lay on the floor, bleeding and unconscious, and I had to call an ambulance. Just as they were taking him away, Jimmy came home. I knew by the look in his eyes that my only salvation lay in the truth. I told him that Ralph had tried to rape me!

Jimmy preferred charges, and that should have been that, but in open court, Ralph gloated over the fact that he'd been having sex with me, in all forms, since I was almost ll. He did it to punish me, hoping that my marriage would break up and I'd return to our former relationship.

He was convicted and sentenced to two years, and, though it did put an awful strain on our marital relationship-especially sex-I finally convinced Jimmy of my utter loneliness, and my utter need of love and attention after my dad died. He finally accepted it fully, and forgave me. Since then, life has been fine and wonderful with him. I'm one who agrees that "confession is good for the soul." I've learned since that Jim was no angel-that he'd gotten a girl pregnant when he was only 16. But as for incest, let me warn any girl-it might look wonderful at the time, but it has one great flaw-there is just no way that such a sexual relationship could end happily.