Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

I not want my children hungry. I think: after all, Luiz and me have fucking before. I cannot work. Luiz have good job, driving truck. Besides, I need man in bed. Many times, butcher, storekeeper, milkman-they all fuck me, for money to pay bill, so-why not with Luiz?

But Luiz was sharper than that. He had riper fruit to pick in his three oldest nieces, 15,13, 10. And, he could have a ball with even the youngest, Carmen, aged seven! And he did. He was a stud, and after he would have intercourse with Consuela, he would in turn, go to the four girls, all of whom shared one bedroom, in bunk beds.

Let the 13-year-old tell her story:

Tio Luiz would give me a little money. I knew then, that he would be after me that night. But I was afraid if I did not let him do what he wanted, he would leave us, like my father did, and we would be hungry again.

He would come into the room, and always, he would stop at the bed of Maria, my sister. First, Maria-but always, she put him off. I think he wanted us to see, so we would be shamed. Then, me-but not the same. He would take out his thing-and he would put it in my mouth. I would suck it until all the liquid came out, then he would get down between my legs and stick his tongue into me, grunting and moaning until I made believe I had come. But, I didn't mind it so much, because he was gentle with me, like my brother Manuel and like my poppa had been! But I did not like it when he made Margarita do this for him. He would sometimes stick his thing inside me, but with Margarita, he would make her roll over on her stomach, and he would poke his big thing up her rear-up the hole, all the way. I would hear her moan, and sometimes she would holler out, but she would bury her cries in her hands and just let him do it.

Carmen-poor little Carmen-he did not hurt. All he would do was kiss her between the legs and stick his finger inside her, until she would wiggle with delight. Then he would take out his thing and make her put it in her mouth. She didn't know any better, and she tried so hard to please him-I could kill him.

But there was more. All four girls had been either molested or physically seduced by both older brothers! Felipe, the older brother, was a regular on marijuana, and had often introduced his two oldest sisters to it. While they were in the intoxicated and elated state, he had performed cunnilingus on each of them, and had had intercourse with them. Each had also performed fellatio on him, at various times.

Maria, the oldest girl, seemed to take this as a matter of course. She told juvenile authorities that she had been raped by her brother when she was 12, and had had intercourse with her father, but not with her uncle, since she was 14! To her, it was a way of existing, yet, she too, was disturbed when she saw Luiz going after the younger sister.

When arrested on several counts of statutory rape, child-molestation, contributing to the delinquency of minors, etc., Luiz told a newspaperman: "So, a pussy is a pussy. A soft, wet mouth is still a good feeling.

So-they happen to be related. Should I pass up a good chance, and let the other wolves in the neighborhood get all the good things?" Luiz was later sentenced to a mental institution, after he attacked a young boy and sodomized him, at the county jail, while awaiting trial for his female offenses.

Felipe, when the scandal broke, like his father before him, fled. Manuel, the second oldest boy, was almost as brazen as his Uncle Luiz. He actually saw nothing wrong in the sexual exploitation of his sisters, merely because he had been aware of the incestuous relations that had taken place between his father and them, and between his uncle, and the sisters, plus-Manuel had watched his mother and his uncle having sex relations many times, even while his father was still around!

In the light of such incidents, it is a marvel that more of the minority groups do not become criminals-that more of the girls do not turn to prostitution, or more of the young men turn to narcotics or the peddling of women, or even crimes of violence.

The mother, Consuela, is to be blamed to a great degree, partly because of her utter lack of morals, not only personally, but where her children were concerned.

She is one of those rare creatures who has learned the art of survival at all cost. A full belly is her aim in life, at whatever price. However, in defense of this woman, it may be pointed out that she is illiterate, ignorant, and selfish.

It is arguable as to whether the father's desertion was beneficial or tragic to the family, in the light of the revelations concerning his sexual perversions and actual incest with his daughters. Again, we can only theorize as to what conditions might have been like, had this father had a well-paying job; had he been able to provide a home for his family outside the slums; had he had the spare money to allow a normal outlet for his emotions.

The four girls are still salvageable. All were removed from the custody of the mother and from the influence of Manuel and Felipe, should that individual appear on the scene again. How deep do the first scars go? Will the younger ones, Carmen and Margarita, be able to shake off the effects of this dismal introduction to the important function of sex, which we are taught to dream of as being interlaced with the magic potion of love?

These are questions which even the most learned researchers cannot answer. Only these girls will be able to answer them for themselves. Perhaps each of them will meet a man who is far different than Tio Luiz, Manuel, Felipe, and the departed father.

Once, family incest on a total basis, was a joke, told about and attributed to backwoodsmen, ignorant, comical characters who didn't know right from wrong when it came to sex. Today, sociologists tell us that the crowded urban and city areas produce more total-family incest than most would believe.

There is agreement that, for such abandoned incest to take place, there must be certain factors present in combination: among them, poverty, ignorance, low education and mentality. That these are in the roots of many slum families today, in abundance, is undeniable. Here is the story of a Negro family whom we shall call "The Jones Family."

Lucy Jones was arrested on a charge of prostitution for the fourteenth time in three years! In most of her previous court appearances, she was fined lightly, put on probation, or the case dismissed for lack of evidence. But in this rare instance, Lucy's customer appeared against her as a witness. He was a vice squad officer, and Lucy had tried to rob him.

Lucy is 20, attractive, shapely, but with signs of the eventual end of the professional already showing. She has much to offer a man, whether he be customer or lover, but the one thing Lucy does not have anymore is a dream. Maybe she never really did. Read her story, and see if you could hang onto anything as elusive as a dream of love. Or, even a dream that somewhere, in this wide world, there is even a dream of decency.

Talk about it? Why not? It happened, and the thing today is-tell it like it is, baby. I'm a whore. And I ain't ashamed of it anymore. At least I give a trick something for his money, and that's a hell of a lot more than most of the hustlers I know. What else could I do to make any decent money? I had to quit school when I was 13, to help support a family of eight, after my father left. I don't hold any bitterness towards him-not for leaving, anyway. I wish to hell he'd have left long before he made a fucking machine out of me and my sisters. He never did work, that I remember. He hustled around a poolroom; running errands for a bookie and a numbers cat; racking balls, hustling young kids for quarters-but no regular job. We were on welfare for as long as I could remember, but even then, he had to leave, or we couldn't get any help. If the man in the family is living there, they have some jazz about no money being given. What the hell else could my old man do but cut out Maybe, in his own way, he did care enough about us kids and Ma to at least do that.