Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

Then he spread the lips of my cunt and really ate me. He was really something, and I came real quick. In a funny way, I got an extra bang out of all the people that were watching. Half of them didn't know whose daughter I was. After I came, another older guy pushed this character away and he went to town. He had the biggest cock I'd ever seen, and I admit, when he came over, waving it, I was a little scared. But he got me all hot, too, and when he stuck it into me, I thought I'd flip. He was terrific!

When my father came down from upstairs-a private session with two other men-and saw me, he blew his top! He busted the party up, then and there. My mother was in the den, with two men and another woman, and she didn't even know what had happened until my father busted in on them and told them to get the hell out.

You ought to have seen the scene that night! Wow! My mother and father so excited they forgot to get dressed, and all three of us stark naked, hassling over sexual morality. I just stood up to them and told them if they didn't like it, I'd tell the cops. That kind of got to them, and all of a sudden, my father quieted down. He kept looking at my pussy and my titties, and all of a sudden, up popped the devil! His prick got hard and stiff and he just stood there, blushing like a schoolboy, trying to cover it with his hands.

I just laughed and went upstairs. I could hear him pumping away on my mother, and just then, in walked my brother. Reg was 17, and like I said, he was hep to what was going on with Mom and Dad's bunch. Dad had mounted Mom from the rear, I guess, because Reg just said: "Wow! The old boy still has some life, eh? Shove it a little farther, and it'll come out of her mouth!"

"Get the hell upstairs!" Dad bellowed, and Reg just laughed and came walking up, looking back down the stairs at them. I was in my room, but the door was open and he walked in. When he saw me standing there stark naked, he stopped and whistled. "You too, Sis? What a swinging family this turned out to be!"

He walked over and pinched the nipple of one of my breasts, and made a grab for my pussy. I told him that if he wanted some, to ask for it, like a man. He looked surprised, then shrugged and started taking off his pants. I admit, I was raring to go for more, and when he unveiled that beautiful cock of his, and waved it at me, grinning, I just had to have some of it. I bent over and took it in my mouth and inside thirty seconds, it was stiff and proud. I let it go and walked to the bed, flopping down on my back and spreading my legs. Reg came over and ran a finger around the lips of my wet, throbbing pussy; then he went down on it. He used his tongue and his teeth, nibbling and nipping at the lips and my clitoris until I thought I'd go crazy. The hotter I got and the more I worked my pussy to fit his tongue and lip movements, the hotter he got. Finally, I couldn't stop myself. I came like a million! He stayed with it until I thought he'd drain the last drop from inside me. Then he crawled up between my legs, took my ankles and put them up so they rested on his shoulders, and he began to fuck me. Boy, what I'd been missing, with this cocksman in the house. He fucked me like no man has since, and then he made me come three more times after the first. By that time, he was softening, so I went to work on his prick. Inside a few gulps of that flabby prick, it began to harden and stand, and I sucked and tongued it until he came, filling my mouth with his come. I didn't care, then. I just wanted to make him feel like he'd made me feel, brother or no brother, and I swallowed it and kept on going.

Reg squirmed around so we could suck each other off at the same time, and we made each other come again. I came just a second before he did, but it was wonderful. When we looked up, there was our parents, looking at us in a half-shocked, half-lustful way.

"Well, shall we have a four-way party?" I asked them. They just looked at each other. I could see that my father was still half-drunk, and my mother was even more loaded. They just looked at each other, as if waiting for the other one to make the first move. They were still naked, and I could see my father's cock beginning to get hard again. I lay back and spread my legs, so he could get a real good look up into my pussy, and that did it. He walked over like he was in a trance, his cock in his hand, masturbating himself. When he got to the bed, I took his hand off and put it in my mouth. While Jerry and my mother watched, I sucked him good. He didn't want to come, but I made him. I kept sucking until he got a good hard on again, then I told him to eat my pussy a little. When I'd come once that way, he got me on my hands and knees and put it in my pussy from the rear.

By that time, I looked over and there was my mother, down on her knees, sucking Reg off, while he played with her titties. As everybody got going, we watched the others going at it, and it added a lot to the kicks. I could tell, because when my dad came the first time, he just kept fucking away, and he never even went soft.

After that, we had a built-in sex orgy two or three times a week. I was already taking the pill, so there wasn't any need to take any precautions with either Reg or my father.

This relationship went on until Janet left for college, according to her testimony. By that time, she was sated with sex and in her boredom, she hooked up with a bunch who were "turning on" with LSD. During one "freak-out" Janet took a heavy overdose of the drug and jumped or fell from a third floor apartment window. The account is vague, for the others in the party were freaked out also. Janet seems to recall wanting to fly or walk into the beautiful sunset that seemed just outside the window, in her hallucinatory state.

She suffered irreparable damage to her spine, and today, Janet spends her life in a wheelchair, trying desperately to get her message across to other youths who have not yet trodden the deadly paths of incest and drug abuse. Bitterly, Janet blames her ultimate tragic end on the dissolute parents who encouraged and allowed the rawest of sex orgies to ultimately lure her into their patterned trap.

Her father is dead-a suicide, which further deprived the family of money, for his insurance policies did not pay off. What savings he had were eaten up by expensive medical treatment for his daughter and for his wife, who is now in a mental institution. Reg fled after his father's death-to where, no one knows.

Incest, according to Freud and others, is a common sexual emotion, Researchers find more evidence of this truth almost daily. But, as surely as they discover the cases of incest, they find the grim aftermath. The end results seldom change-only the names and the set of circumstances. Tragedy for one, or often, for all parties to incest, is almost inevitable.

As stated earlier, we make no attempt to moralize. Neither do we condemn nor condone.

As one psychiatrist put it, concerning those who indulge in the family game of sexual intercourse: "Each person who has come within the scope of my knowledge, serves as his own enemy; his own judge and jury. And, in a great many cases-he serves as his own executioner."

Let this, then, stand as the moral, if there need be any.