The way I was standing, with my legs spread wide and one foot on the bed, my knee lifted and bent was awkward but it was also the perfect position for what he was doing. My upraised leg had caused the nightie to slither above my pussy, with some help from his hands, and my gash was spread so wide that his kisses touched spots that might otherwise have been hidden. My hips swung easily forward to meet his caresses. My nails dug into his bare shoulders. His breath burnt the naked flesh of my inner thighs. I closed my eyes.
As my cunt was suddenly set ablaze by a prick-like darting of his tongue, a darting that touched my outer cunt-lips roughly but gently then moved across my clitoris, I cried out in passion and wiggled my pelvis against his face. His fingers tightened on the soft flesh of my ass. His mouth made a sucking noise, and I felt my clit being drawn between his lips. He sucked steadily on the pulsing little button, spat it out, gave it another prolonged sucking. My hands had found his ears. I held him tight against my cunt. My hips churned. And still his lips and tongue tortured my clitoris. Sucking and licking. Drawing my soul out through the slit of my pussy. I felt I couldn't hold out for long.
I came into his mouth with a scream of release. And came again, and kept coming until I could actually feel the wet juices streaming down my thighs in warm rivulets. I fell backward, onto the bed, my legs spread wide, my tits heaving beneath my gown, my voice pleading for his cock.
He slipped quickly out of his shorts — the only thing he'd had on when I arrived and came at me like a madman. My legs were hanging over the side of the bed and, as I raised my ass to accept him, he threw my gown up over my tits, slipped one hand under my buttocks, and hooked his other arm under my upper thigh. He forced my knee upward until it was touching the naked sphere of my tit. I threw my arms around his neck as I felt the first plunge of his cock.
As his prick slid easily into my cunt that was already moistened by his licking and by the juice of my coming, he kissed me hard on the mouth. His face was sticky. I tasted a tang on his lips and tongue, and I remember thinking that it was the taste of my own cunt, the stickiness of my own come. Somehow, that thought was exciting.
Because of the way he had my leg bent, my ass lifted, and because of his weight upon me, I was barely able to shift my pelvis and match the stroking of his cock. And fast stroking it was. He drove his prick at me furiously, banging me so hard and so fast that I could occasionally feel the slap of his balls against the underside of my ass. The friction on my clitoris grew stronger, better. I sucked hard at his tongue, and soon I was coming again endlessly, it seemed.
With a heavy moan and a terrific, straining thrust of his cock, he spewed hotly inside my cunt. Then another gush, weaker. A spurt I could barely feel. He fell sweating across me, his softening cock against my leg. I spent the night in his arms.
He told me later that "Dolly Dimples" had been a code word between him and my mother, the joking way he would let her know he was going to go down on her, and that he began calling her that because of the dimples she'd had on her inner thighs — where he had kissed me. When he told me that, I knew that the two of us had started what was going to be a permanent affair.
We were discreet about it, of course. Although I spent most nights in his room, I was always in my own bed when morning came. That was because of Terri — and only because of her. With that single exception, I totally assumed the place of my mother. I was a wife to my father in everything but name.
But kids have big eyes. I don't know exactly when Terri caught on to the fact that we were screwing one another, but it was probably about the time she reached thirteen. She was almost a woman at that age.
Her breasts were swelling into rounded little peaks, her hips were beginning to flare outward, and already the boys were after her like dogs in heat, and I was pretty sure she was turning more than one of them on to a little of her cunt. Finally, when she began staying out later and later at night, I decided to have a talk with her. I asked her where she went at night.
"Out fucking," she said in a defiant tone that was almost comical coming from a girl so young. Then she added the words that stunned me completely. "Just because you get your cock at home doesn't mean we all can!"
She was headed for a fall, and I knew it. Easy pussy is always headed in that direction. That started me thinking.
I thought about the good years I'd had with Daddy; all the nights of fucking and sucking until we were exhausted. The things he'd taught me; the way he'd put me back on the pill so I wouldn't get pregnant. And had begun thinking about my future. There was a job I had been offered in New York through a friend of Daddy's, and it was far better than I could hope to do in our hick town. I'd turned it down because of Dad; I didn't want him to be alone.
And I thought about Terri getting pregnant by some tomcat of a boy, maybe in some gang shag, where she would never even know which one did it. And I thought of how she would have it with Daddy. I pictured them together, arousing myself, I admit, and I made my decision.
Terri, my little sister, could take my place in the bed of my father.
"I would take her there myself."
It may very well be that Brenda's incestuous interlude with her father can be more easily understood by the reader if we first analyze the things she omitted from her narrative, rather than concentrating our attention on what she said. People often avoid what they wish to conceal.
Her mother is dismissed, in Brenda's recollections of her incestuous affair, so lightly that one cannot help but conclude that the relationship between the two was less than close. There is no mention of love for her mother. There is no expression or grief. At no time is her mother even physically described, except in comparison to Brenda herself.
At no time does Brenda dwell on the events which occurred prior to the death of her mother. It is as though life began for her at the moment of her mother's demise. The tone of her narrative clearly indicates she was eager to assume the parental role within the family structure, cooking, cleaning, shopping, caring for her younger sister... and providing a sexual outlet for her father.
While this last desire may have been totally contained in Brenda's subconscious until the moment of first release, it is interesting to note that, at no time, did she fight the temptation to commit incest. Although she describes the first sexual contact with her father as "accidental", there probably existed, prior to this time, a desire to receive what her subconscious saw as payment for the other burdens that had been thrust upon her. Sexual intercourse is, after all, too often treated as a reward within our society.
Her eagerness to fully assume the role of "wife" to her father is a clear indication that there existed within her mind a need to compete with her mother, and that this need probably existed long before the events which provided her the opportunity to assume the role she subconsciously longed for.
While she attempts to describe her father as a "strong man, who went to pieces" due to circumstances beyond his control, her narrative clearly shows that he was anything but strong. It seems very likely that she is describing the man she wanted him to be.
While the subject of this case history makes only the briefest reference possible to any feelings of guilt, it is interesting to note that she dwells at some length on the feelings of guilt and self-loathing caused by her masturbation. This is especially true when one considers the fact that the taboo against masturbation is now almost non-existent; it is widely known, conceded and accepted that masturbation is a common sexual outlet. The fact that she did feel guilt because of her masturbation shows that Brenda had been raised to respect certain moral codes, however incorrect and out-dated they may have been, despite the fact that she was obviously somewhat sexually experienced before she entered into the sexual relationship with her father.