What then?
The stories in this book show you.
CHAPTER ONE: LOUISA
How often in history has an older stepbrother "fooled around" with his younger stepsister? Times without number. It is perhaps true that no family, broken and then combined with part of another, is free of some sexual activity between the children involved.
One might even go so far as to say that such stepbrother-sister sexual activity, in one degree or another, is normal – because of its frequency and universality. It could be one of the better sexual education systems in modern society… if society had the courage to investigate and admit it.
But I'm not praising it or trying to encourage it; the chances of sexual trauma are too great for the younger partner, whatever the child may learn about sex in the process. The adult in adult-child sexual encounters or seductions is not often a trained psychologist or interested in protecting the tender psyche of the sexually precocious but emotionally immature child he is dealing with.
But often he must go slowly, and cleverly, to protect himself, if the child is a stepsister and in a position to get him into deep, humiliating trouble.
Often parents of developing girls are careless in providing older stepbrothers opportunity, and stupid in not giving the child sexual information when she needs it.
This was the case with Donald and Louisa.
Donald began to tell me of his sexual adventures with his "sexy little" stepsister while he was drunk one night in a bar. He didn't know me beyond the fact that I was a writer of sex studies. He was anonymous – a young man in a dim booth talking softly under the blare of a juke box.
I asked him if he'd tell the story in detail into a tape recorder. I said I didn't want real names and if any slipped in I would change them.
He agreed and we went to my apartment. It took him about an hour to tell it all, with my prompting and questioning. I have edited the transcribed manuscript to omit my part and his many irrelevant asides. And, as part of my agreement with him, I have destroyed the tape after transcribing it.
The following is Donald's confession.
"See, there I was conned into staying in the house Friday night while my mother and stepfather went out to see this stupid movie with Julie Andrews in it."
"I didn't have anywhere to go. I didn't have a girl then. I was twenty-one and still a little scared of girls then."
"So Mom and him lay out a lot of bribes – ice cream in the freezer for me – and some good specials on TV, and they track out to the car and go."
"Then I see Louisa in her bedroom and her door is open and I can see her reflection in the dresser mirror. She's undressing for her bath and I come alive because Louisa is only eleven years old, you know? But she has the tits of a sixteen-year-old."
"See, she's his daughter, and Mom got her in the deal. He's Greek and we're mostly German-English, and his first wife was Italian – so you see Louisa had that hot Mediterranean blood in her. They bloom fast. She sure did. Eleven years old and she's got those big dark eyes, sexy eyes, like she was born knowing how to fuck."
"She was standing by her bed skinning down her jeans. I was in the kitchen and was looking down the hall to her room. My room was down in the basement. She stepped out of those jeans and I got a beautiful sight of her little round ass and nice legs. She had a body, a real body on her, and then she pulls off her sweater and stands there in her white bra – yeah, Mom made her wear one – and she walks out of sight for a minute and I'm hoping she comes into view of that mirror again – and she does, and she's stark naked."
"I stopped breathing. Jeeeesus what a perfect little body! I got a hard-on so fast you wouldn't believe it."
"I guess I'm a tit man, you know? All I could see was those beautiful white tits sticking out. Not round… she had those pear-shaped kind that really stick out, with pink knobs at the tips. That's what knocked me out, too, was those swollen little knobs, and the nipple sort of a quiet little, darker pink nub in the middle of the knob."
"So I get a tight throat and a gut-empty feeling, and I'm staring like crazy, and my prong is stiff and hot on my belly. And she puts on her robe and I see she didn't have any pussy hair – smooth as silk down there, with a little slit far in between her thighs."
"Then she comes out of her room and goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. I got ideas plenty, but I was scared. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. What the hell could I do? – walk in on her in the tub? Yeah, I thought about it."
"A half an hour goes by and I'm watching a comedy or something and I'm thinking about her and my hard-on is gone, but it's still laying half hard, sort of tingling and feeling ready to go… you know how your prick feels sometimes? I knew I was going to pull it out and jack off as soon as she went to bed. I've got a big one, too."
"Louisa came out of the bathroom all damp and steamy and her robe was just red cotton with white dots on it. And she came into the living room and the robe is buttoned, but her tits – God, those nice, juicy tits – stuck out and jiggled some when she walked over to see what I had on the TV."
"She wanted to stay up and watch some of the Cavett Show because he was going to have a big rock star on – I forget who now – and I started getting ideas."
"But she beat me to it. She plopped her ass on the sofa next to me and watched the stupid detective show that was on for a minute, and she makes a face and says, 'Donny, can I ask a question… a sex question?'"
"Sure," I said. I was casual but I was getting hard again.
"Myra told me boys have little babies in their nuts and they shoot them into a girl's stomach and that's how girls get preggie. Is that right?'"
"It blew my mind, that coming out of Louisa, but we liked each other, and we horsed around sometimes, but I kept my hands safe, you know, and I swore a lot when the folks weren't around. Shit, kids know all the words anyway."
"So I said, 'Sort of. It's kind of complicated, though.'"
"How?"
"I dodged at first and got cold guts and told her to ask Mom. But she said she tried to and Mom got up-tight and told her she wasn't old enough to know that yet. So it was my chance and I started building insurance all over – you know, 'I'll tell you but you got to promise not to tell Mom or your dad I did.' Like that."
"She crossed her heart and promised. So I took a big chance and said I could show her easier than tell it, and asked if she'd ever seen a boy's nuts and penis."
"You know, she got a secret smile and said no. And, yes, she wanted to see mine, and it was just between us… she was curious as hell."
"But my hard-on was shrunk. Scared. But I unzipped and pulled out the limp little thing, and my balls."
"She stared and put her hand out and said, 'Can I feel 'em?'"
"Sure." And she started playing and fingering the balls at first, in the sack, you know. She said, "They do feel like nuts – little walnuts. Is that where the babies are made?'"
"I started to get a little technical and my prong started to fill up. And she saw it and started to feel it. She got her little fingers around it and lifted it up as it got longer and stiffer. She was all eyes and questions."
"God, it felt good with her handling it like that – that curious, innocent touch, first time holding a prick. She was a virgin to everything!"
"She was all eyes at how big it got. I've got nearly seven inches hard, so you know it was pretty terrific to her."