Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

My first screw was in his car. He began to fool around right off the bat, and by the time we pulled into his garage, I was as hot as I've ever been, from his fingers inside me and his kisses and fondling of my nipples. I don't know if I was trying to prove something or not, but when he took my panties off in the back seat, and I spread my legs wide, I know I wanted him-his cock, not his kissing of my cunt. He didn't disappoint me. He was gentle, as he slid the tip of it into my wet, eager box, but once he was certain it was going to be all right, he rammed that thing home so that every thrust made me almost come. When he finally made me come, at the same time he did, I knew that, good as lesbianism was, I still liked a man screwing me.

I've never changed my mind. I have a good job with a firm of lawyers, and I enjoy my sex where I find it. If you'd ask me to honestly tell you which I enjoy most, the loving of a woman or a man, I'd have to say: both equally. I will say this: without using any gimmicks like dildos, a man is able to give a woman many more times what a woman can-ifhe cares enough to take it easy, and not be just a ramrod. I mean, a man doing cunnilingus on a woman can be as satisfying and thrilling as a woman, under the right conditions. But, and this is straight-a dildo, cucumber, candle-none of them can compare to a good stiff prick, when it comes to the fucking part.

So, call me a bi-sexual. That's what I am. Once I kicked that religion bit, and started to enjoy life, the way we are made to, I began to live.

Aunt Helen? She died and left me quite a bit of money, and the house I was telling you about. Help? Who needs help? I don't owe the world a thing, and they don't owe me. I don't hurt anybody-maybe I don't give a hell of a lot, but I don't take, either. I'm happy as I am. What more can anyone ask? I have men-I like to have women, too. And I'll tell you this: There are a hell of a lot more people around like me-men and women-than you squares care to admit to!

In multiple incest cases, facts must be faced. Thus, regardless of whether or not we like it, the fact is glaringly obvious that most such incest cases take place in low-income, poverty-ridden families. Records prove also that, in almost all cases, these low-income groups are most common in the minority racial groups; doubtless because poverty and deprivation are more common to racial minorities. Therefore, these cases must be given in context, with no aspersions being cast upon the racial group involved. Because such low-income groups cannot afford psychiatric or hypnotic therapy, it is obvious that the records must be taken from police records, welfare files and newspaper accounts. Few firsthand accounts are available, and we are again indebted to Mary Ross for much of the information contained in these cases of multiple incest.

Neighbors are the first to know that something is wrong about a family, but they are usually the last ones to call the authorities or try to constructively help correct such a situation.

In the case cited below, the original alert came from the welfare investigator involved, a young male.

I began to wonder what was going on when I stopped for my usual monthly call at the Gonzales household. (Name fictitious.) The family consisted of the mother, a woman of 39, two sons, ages 19 and 17, and four daughters, ages 15, 13, 10 and seven-and, I suspected, a man who was not the father of the children, nor the husband of the mother.

Carmen, the youngest girl, was a sweet, innocent little thing whom I'd come to like very much. I am a Mexican, and I often used to boil over at the silly adoption laws which would allow a child like this to become the victim of poverty and deprivation, while my wife and I, who can't have any kids of our own, can't make the grade with the adoption bureau, for a variety of reasons-all of them economic. I know we could give this child love and a nice home-the very two things she did not have.

I stopped to talk with Carmen, in the yard, and she proudly held up a shiny quarter, claiming: "It's mine to spend on anything I want!" She was so proud and happy, that I got out another dime to go with her riches, and I gave it to her.

She took it shyly, then stood looking at me. Finally she said, "Shall I do you now, to earn the dime like I earned the quarter?" I asked her what she had done to earn the quarter, and she innocently told me that she had "put a peter in her mouth!" It turned out that she had performed fellatio on the man who was living with her mother. I took advantage of her naivete and questioned her at length. From her account, and later evidence given by her mother, Consuela, a story unfolded which is-ugly and dirty-yet, which I believe occurs a dozen times daily in the slums of every city!

The story is picked up here by the mother's s; account which was given the police. In her own word

I was married when I was 15, to Juan, a young, muscular and handsome laborer. We were both born here in Los Angeles, but neither of us finished high school. We don't even speak good English, but all of the children speak it real good.

When Juan leave, Luiz, he help me with money and food. Juan cannot be here, the welfare people say. Luiz, he is good to the children. Sometimes, Juan come home, but he no stay.

(Consuela evidently had no idea that Luiz was running a veritable harem at the Gonzales place, getting sex of all sorts, from the entire family, from mother to youngest daughter!)

I no blame Juan, when he leave. He sick, and can not work, but the welfare will not give money if he is here. What can he do? He leave, so kids and me can eat. And, yes-I go to bed with Luiz. I am still a woman, and he treat me nice. Why can I not be a woman with a man. My Juan, he is gone.

Piece by piece, the authorities welded the story together and the juvenile authorities were called on to care for the younger children. Here are some of the statements made by various members of the Gonzales family:

CARMEN: (the youngster who had been so delighted over earning a whole quarter for sucking the penis of Luiz:) "I like Tio Luiz. He is nice to me, and sometimes to mama, too, because I see him kiss her, too, like he kisses me." (Under further questioning, it was determined that she was referring to being kissed between the legs.) "And he is good to my sisters, too. He kiss them a lot, like he kiss me and mama. And sometimes, he lay on them and kiss them-and he give them money."

FELIPE, 19, a gas-station employee-part-time: "I give ten a week at home. When the old man walked out, I made it fifteen. I only get thirty a week after taxes-twenty-four dollars. Hell, I got to have some life of my own. Nobody else works-why should I be the only one. And, when Maria-she's 15-quit school and went to work for that florist, who was it that watched out for her? Who found out that she was sleeping with the bastard? Me! But what the hell could I do?"

But the blockbuster was still to be dropped. The authorities continued to question the family, but at the same time, there was still the grim business of living for this miserable, seemingly helpless family. Consuela, still hoping that her family would surmount all these difficulties, kept on playing games with Luiz and with her husband, when he showed up for a little sex, or to borrow money. Then, Consuela revealed in testimony, that Luiz was, in fact, her blood brother! He had tried to seduce or rape all three of his nieces; only Maria refusing to have intercourse with him, although she was sleeping with her employer, in order to keep her job. Luiz had a good thing going for him; even hardened authorities were appalled at the terms of his help with the family support.

It ultimately developed that Luiz had had sexual relations with his sister, Consuela, from the time she was ll, and the first condition of his helping was that he be able to have intercourse with her whenever and wherever he chose-either at her place, or his two-room apartment, five blocks away. Hear her story (with the broken English polished up).