Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

I never liked Cal, Jo's boyfriend-whom she married. Why? I'll tell you why. From about the second date that she had him at the house, he tried to feel me up, and was always patting my ass, feeling my breasts-trying to get into me, in short! That's why. Besides, it wasn't my place to say so, but he was a ass and a drunk. I think everyone in the neighborhood knew it, but Josephine. I found out a lot later, he'd tried to even screw my mother!

So, maybe I approached the whole thing with prejudice, but I had a lot of reasons. Anyhow, after Jo had been married about a year, I knew she wasn't happy. Don't ask me how I knew-sisters know those things. We were close, like a lot of sisters are, but not overly so. We didn't talk a lot about the things that really mattered-know what I mean? But we had a sense of what was right or wrong about the other one.

I used to stop over to Jo's place at least five times a week, and I went over this one Monday night. They had had a party on Saturday, booze and all that, and I hadn't been invited. Our parents are real religious-I mean, the whole route, so Jo thought it would save a lot of arguments for me if she didn't ask me over. So, I stopped this Monday, after school, a couple of hours before Cal was due home from work. Jo was home, all right. She was in a housecoat-a frilly, feminine thing that I'd always liked. But, she was nervous and she was having a hard time to hide her tears. I noticed it right away, and I tried to be sympathetic, without being nosy. I noticed how she kept crossing and recrossing her legs, as if something hurt her. Finally, I asked her what was wrong. She stood up and threw her housecoat wide open, showing me the ugly bruises-and what I thought were teeth-marks-on her thighs. High, inside, close to her genital area. I said something in a tone of sympathy, and then she took the lips of her cunt and opened them, sticking the hairy thing almost in my face.

"He bit me!" she moaned. "He chewed me all to hell! You can't see it, I suppose, but he chewed me all to pieces-here!" She put a hand down to cover her cunt, and I realized for the first time, what a beautiful body she had, down there. I'd seen her a hundred times, naked, but I'd never realized what a pretty crotch and breasts she had. But all I could see were the big, ugly purple and green bruises, right up to the lips of her cunt! And all I felt was compassion! She started to bawl, and all I could think of was to reach out, grab her legs and give whatever ease and comfort I could give. I know it sounds corny, but that's what I felt inside. I just wanted to caress and kiss away all those ugly bruises-make her happy, the way I knew her.

And, I did kiss her. First, the thighs, then closer to the lovely spread of hair. I could see those lovely lips sticking out at me, and I remembered how she said he had chewed her all up inside, and I wanted to get inside, to heal and help what that sonofabitch had done! I got on my knees, kissing her thighs, my hands around her ass cheeks, but gently. I just kissed and kissed her, until I found my tongue inside her lovely lips. She squatted, so I could really get to her from underneath, and I stuck my tongue in as far as I could, while I kneaded and caressed the ass cheeks, and put my little finger up in her ass-hole. I don't remember if I thought anything, except to try to stop her crying. I honestly don't. The only thing I knew was, we were close again-sisters, like we'd always been, before that no good bastard came along and got into my sister, whom I adored.

I remember yet, how she looked down at me, sticking my tongue into her cunt. I think, at first, she felt embarrassed, then a little sorry for me, but she didn't say anything. I reached up and touched her nipples-she had nice, round, pert little breasts, that I'd always admired, and hoped I could duplicate. She began to respond. She spread her legs, squatting a little more and at last, she put her hands around my head and pulled my mouth in tighter, moving my head up and down to help me with my licking and tonguing motion.

She pulled me away, and bent over and kissed me, like she had never kissed me before-like I'd never been kissed by anyone. She opened my lips and slid her sweet, warm tongue into my mouth, winding it around my own tongue, probing, darting, until I thought I'd go ape. "Let's go into the bedroom and do it right," was all Jo said.

I followed her into the bedroom, and she began to undress me. As she was doing it, she kept on kissing me, my neck, my mouth, my breasts. Then she laid me down on the bed and she crawled on top of me. She fitted her cunt to mine and began a rolling, rubbing motion while she played with my nipples, then began running her fingers up and down over my ass. All the while, she was kissing my ears, then sticking her tongue into my mouth until I began to grow wild with want. When she slid down and spread my legs, I wanted her tongue inside me more than I'd ever wanted anything! She slid her finger inside my wet, throbbing vagina, moving it about expertly, it seemed to me. Then she began tickling and licking my clitoris with her mouth, all the while moving her finger inside me. I propped myself up on my elbows, so I could see her and it added to my enjoyment of it.

Jo was a beautiful girl with a strong, dominant personality, and it seemed to me that, for the first time in my life, I had won her real attention. I'd sort of admired her from afar, and in a way, I had always feared her. Now, here she was, with her total efforts being given over to my pleasure! She was hungry for me, working her tongue in and out, her finger moving inside me, discovering erogenous areas I never knew I had, until I finally had a wild, bursting orgasm. She still stayed there, sucking and using her fingers, meanwhile, masturbating herself with her other hand, until I had a second, much quicker orgasm. But now, I wanted to do all this to her. I pushed her gently away, rolled her on her back and began kissing her mouth and neck, working downward on her lovely body. I used my tongue to wash and sooth the ugly bite marks, then nestled my nose and mouth in the sweet-smelling hair around her cunt. I began licking the outer lips of her box, darting my tongue inside it now and then to touch her clitoris. I ran my finger up inside her vagina, trying to remember the spots inside me that had responded so wildly. I knew I found them by her writhing motions. I settled down to sucking and licking her cunt, trying to bring her the same ecstasy she'd given me. When she came, she grabbed my hair and held my mouth to her cunt, saying over and over: "More, lover, more!"

I was in fo'r a big shock of another sort that day. I asked Jo about the bite marks, and she broke down and told me the whole story. I guess I must have been naive, but I had never suspected that Jo was a lesbian since she was in her early teens! I recalled the extremely close friendship between her and a school chum, and Jo told me that it was this girl who had introduced her to lesbianism. She was still having lesbian sex affairs when she married Cal, and it had led to serious arguments early in their marriage, because of Jo's need for oral sex, right to orgasm. Cal had wanted to lick and suck Jo's cunt as a part of foreplay, and when she continued to insist that he bring her to orgasm that way, he balked. She admitted that after she had an orgasm from his mouth and tongue, she found it difficult to submit to normal sex, with Cat's prick inside her. This was the reason, in fact, for his having bitten her so savagely the night before. They had had a big argument about Cal wanting to get right into Jo, without all the sucking and kissing of her cunt. When she had held out for it, he had begun to bite her-he had even bitten her clitoris, and the lips of her vagina! The argument had ended with Cal warning her that he was going to take her to a psychiatrist, to cure her of her liking for what he called "queer sex!"