Jack Benjamin: The Paths Of Incest

Melody was then almost 13 years old. Al hired an older woman (which he discovered later, was a mistake) who had raised five children of her own, and who was out of touch with the teen-age mores and patterns of the day. She was devoutly religious, Puritanical and blunt in her criticism and high-handed ruling of the lively, curious girl.

With Al working long hours again, much of Melody's upbringing was left to this woman and the girl began to rebel very strongly. She started staying out until late evening, not reporting home from school, and sometimes, sneaking out after she had come home. Her schoolwork suffered, and eventually, the woman went to Al with the story.

Let us pick up the story from Al's own words.

I was numb with shock when I found that Melody had been seeing her mother most of these times. Worse, she had been having dates with boys much older than herself, both in her mother's company and by herself. I knew that Valerie had been running with a crowd that was much younger than she was. In fact, Valerie had always been attracted to younger men, and they to her.

I filed for divorce. Melody took it badly. She became very antagonistic to me. I was about to throw in the towel and have her made a ward of the court, when my brother died. It changed things a lot. He was a widower and he had a daughter who was 14. He left his estate and insurance to Kathy, naming me as sole guardian.

When Kathy came to live with us, it seemed to make all the difference in the world with Melody. Maybe the kid was just lonesome, I don't know If I'd known-oh, well-why cry over spilt milk.

After Val had really left, I hadn't given much thought to any sex life. I hadn't had much in the last years we were married, and I suppose I didn't miss it. I took a few girls from the office out-one pretty steadily, and she'd been divorced. Having sex after a date seemed natural and right, and it satisfied her and me, with no strings attached. But she left the company and some of the younger ones just wanted the good time and the money spent, with no sex, so I had just accepted things the way they were.

After the shock of my brother's death, getting settled with Kathy in the family, and all, life seemed to be shaping up pretty well. I'd hired another housekeeper, and that pleased Melody, and she was having a ball with her new companion, her cousin.

I began spending time with them-taking them to the beach, to amusement places, ball games, and for a while, we were almost like a normal family, under the circumstances.

Then Valerie began to give me a bad time. She wanted to come back and try it again, but I didn't want any part of her. She'd been really going down hill physically and morally, and I refused. Then, she started contacting the girls at school and this time, they both fell into the trap. They began to stay out, sneak out, he to me and to the housekeeper. I tried to do something through the courts, but I couldn't. Then I took the vacation-.

I bought a camper, a really plush one, and took a month's vacation. We just rambled, through Yosemite, into Utah, over to Oregon and then into Yellowstone National Park. I'll never forget the night that it first happened.

It was warm that night and I told the girls I'd like to sleep outside in my sleeping bag on the ground, near the camper. We'd had a good time that day-ridden horses, hiked, then had a nice meal at a real western restaurant a few miles down the road.

I lay there, listening to their chatter from the camper, and I drifted off to sleep. There was a bright moon that made it almost like day, or early evening. I was restless, but tired. I didn't know then what was bothering me, but I recalled later on. During the days we had been traveling, I'd been in close quarters with the girls, and at times, I had glimpses of both of them naked. I remember thinking what a shape Kathy had for a kid-full, pink-nippled breasts, rounded hips, nice legs-and fully developed in the pelvic region. I had wondered, too, why she always wanted to sit next to me in the cab. Even when we slept in the camper, she seemed to go out of her way to rub against me, brush her breasts against me, put her fanny out so it touched me-but I thought it was just natural in those crowded quarters.

I half awakened, aware of some activity, and watched Melody, my daughter, bring her sleeping bag out near me, crawl in and go to sleep. I grew wide awake then, with desire, I guess, knowing that Kathy was inside alone. That was the first real opportunity I had had to be alone with her. I got up quietly and went into the camper. She was wide awake, almost as if she expected me. She didn't say a word, just lay there on the bunk, stark naked, with no covers over her. I guess I was like an animal. There was no gentleness, not even any tender words. I just took her-I don't know how many times. She was like a sex starved maniac, and I guess I was also.

Odd, but afterward, I wasn't panicky or worried. All I could think of was how wonderful she had been, and how wonderful it would be when we got back, to have this little sexpot in my house, available and willing. She even mentioned that. With my niece, it didn't seem like incest. It had been more like just having a strange, hot cherry.

I didn't have a chance again the rest of the trip, but the first night we were back, the roof fell in on me. I'd gone to bed, wondering if she would leave her room and come to mine. I lay there, having sexual fantasies, when the door opened and, without putting the light on, she climbed into my bed. Or-I thought it was her. But the moment I put my hand on her breast, I knew it wasn't Kathy, but Melody. At first, I was too shocked to think what to do, but meantime, I had a quick erection and Melody's hand was rubbing it. She was pressing her breasts against my naked chest and she was kissing my ear and neck. I was helpless-I know that's hard to believe, but I couldn't do anything. She was just a hot, sexy female.

Since then, I've been told by psychiatrists that a girl is her most sexually aggressive between the ages of 12 and 15. I believed it, after the way Melody acted. I had forgotten that she wasn't an innocent little girl, that she had had many opportunities for sex, on her many escapades with her mother and on her own. Now, I knew that she had taken advantage of them. She was a hot little sexpot!

She was moving downward on my body, kissing my flesh wildly, arousing me to a point where I was, as I say, completely helpless. I was just a male, in bed with a violently passionate female, and when she put my cock in her mouth and began sucking, I didn't care who she was-I just wanted her to go on, and to do other things with me. When she had me ready to come, she drew herself up, turned around into a "sixty-nine" position, and we made each other come that way. She continued until I was thoroughly aroused and erect again, and I kept on darting my tongue in and out of her sweet, juicy box. It was obvious that Melody knew every sex position and trick in the book-some that I'd never thought of.

She got up and turned on the light, smiling at me as any excited lover would. Then she climbed on top of me, straddling my big, hard prick. She carefully lowered herself down on it, spreading the lips of her cunt with her fingers. She kept looking at my face, and she told me to put my hands around the cheeks of her ass and help her up and down motion. I'd never had it that way, and with us looking into each other's eyes, seeing the raw lust there-it was something wild-and I just lost track of the fact that this girl who was taking me to sexual heights, was my own daughter! She was the best fucking I'd ever had, and nothing else mattered. She had a wild orgasm that way, and in a flash, she was down on my wet, sticky cock again with her mouth-she was wild to keep my cock stiff and hard-and she did. No woman had ever been able to get me stiff and keep me that way, until Melody. She was an expert at sucking a cock. She licked the head, making fast side-licks of the shaft. She moved down and licked my balls, then even farther and stuck her tongue into the crack of my ass, running her tongue in and out of my ass-hole, driving me wild and making me want more and more of her. She got on her hands and knees, and I knelt behind her. She masturbated her clitoris while I plunged my dick into her so deep that I was afraid I'd hurt her, but she moaned with pleasure and came two or three times before I came once. We sucked, fucked, masturbated each other. She seemed to grow hotter and sexier with each orgasm, and she made me the same way and for the next two hours, we were just lost in a gigantic sex orgy.