"Maybe a couple of them have," I said, lying. Then I turned and walked toward the barn, swinging my hips like a stripper, and all the way there I could feel Clay's eyes following the sway of my butt. He followed me a few minutes later.
"Who done it to you?" he asked. I was using a pitchfork to toss hay into one of the feeding stalls and I just kept right on working. Over my shoulder, so he couldn't see my face and know I was lying, I said, "Wouldn't you like to know. Who you been adoing it with?"
"More than a few. They all like it, too."
"I'll bet."
"And they keep right on coming back for more," he bragged, and I turned around in time to see he'd been staring at my ass as I bent to scoop up the hay. He blushed a deep red, the first time I'd ever seen him flustered, and I grinned at him as I said, "You see somethin' you like, Clay? You lookin' at somethin' them other girls ain't got?"
"You shouldn't tease like you're doing, Pearl," he said, and the nervous way he said it made me see he was fighting back a desire to put his hands on me again, to kiss me, to... Looking him right in the eyes, I dropped the pitchfork and said, "I ain't teasing you, Clay. I ain't teasing you a bit."
When he put his arms around me and pulled me close against him, kissing me on the mouth, I was surprised to feel that he was shaking almost as bad as I was. His hard thighs were pressed against mine, and I could feel them trembling through his jeans. His hands were actually shaking as he cupped the cheeks of my ass and lifted me so I was standing on my toes, and he was breathing like he'd been running hard. So was. I.
I'd never before been kissed the way he was kissing me... with his mouth open and his tongue moving. His hands, too, were doing things I'd never before felt. They were working the soft round little globes of my butt, pulling me against the hard swell at the fly of his pants, making me shake worse than ever. I was all dizzy by the time he scooped me up in his arms and carried me toward the back of the barn.
And then we were on the straw.
"I looked up into his handsome face as he fumbled with the buttons at the front of my dress, and he looked like he was hypnotized or something. His eyes looked to be out of focus. Then I felt the dress open down the front, leaving my titties naked: As he looked down at them, blinking, I almost threw my arms across them, covering myself up like a girl's supposed to do. But he didn't give me time for such foolishness, anyhow."
With a little gurgling cry from somewhere in his throat, he flung himself down on my naked breast. I felt a shock like the kind you get from icy water as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. His one hand covered my other tittie, doing things to it, and I rolled my head from side to side on the straw. I could feel my nipples getting bigger and bigger, swelling like they'd bust for sure.
When his other hand slipped under my dress and started rubbing me on the insides of my legs, I just naturally parted my thighs to make it easier for him. My pussy was wet inside my panties, just all wet and craving to be touched, the way it sometimes got. My body jerked when his fingers touched my crotch. I put both hands on the back of his head, holding him as he sucked and sucked and sucked on my rigid little nipples, and my fingers tugged at his hair when I felt him slip my panties to one side and touch his fingers to my bare pussy. He fingered the tight little slit for a moment, then, as I lifted my rear to make it easier, he tugged my panties off.
The rough straw felt good against my naked ass and legs, his mouth felt even better as it worked on my tits, and the best feeling of all was the touch of his fingers on my wet little cunt. I got my hand between us and unzipped his pants. I put my hand on his pecker, the first one I'd ever touched.
He pulled back when I touched his pecker, like he was surprised, and then he smiled down at my hand. "You sure know what a cock's made for, don't you?" he said, then reached down to put his hand over mine. He moved my hand on his cock and said, "Just can't wait to get it in you, can you?"
I nodded my head stupidly, staring down at his pecker, and I was starting to get scared. I hadn't really meant to go all this far. A little playing with each other, a little kissing... just letting him see I had as much as most girls. That was all. But I'd heard it hurt something awful the first time around, and his pecker was so big...
Clay didn't give me no chance to back out, though, or to show him I really was the tease he'd said. He suddenly rolled between my legs and, with his hard pecker just sticking out the open fly of his jeans, he slipped both hands under my ass and lifted me to him. As I felt the head of his pecker touch the lips of my cunt, I started to cry out, to say something, but then he fell heavily down on me and was kissing me on the mouth while he used one hand to guide the head of his cock into the narrow slit of my cunt.
As the head of his pecker prodded itself at the tight little cleft, I felt all my fear leave me. It was good! Just like it was when I touched it, when Clay'd touched it.
Then he pushed it in.
I felt something stretch tight inside of me, tighter as the rod of his pecker tried to push it aside. Then it gave way with a searing flash of pain and a ripping of flesh and his pecker was way up in me, gripped tight. I cried out as I felt him move.
I'll never know what made Clay stop. It may be that he heard my cry; it may be that he felt the warm blood that was seeping from me. But he suddenly stopped and backed himself out and knelt there looking down like he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Well, I'll be Goddamned, a Goddamned virgin," he said. "Why did you..."
And that was when Pa came in the barn.
He just stood there blinking for a second or so, and then he bellowed like a bull and went after Clay. Went after him with his fists, too. Clay just stood and took the whippin' for as long as he could, like he didn't even care, but finally he tried to fight back.
It didn't make much difference, though, because Pa was just too strong. Too strong and too mean. He like to of killed Clay, beating him until he was down on the floor and his face was covered with blood, and then stomping him with his heavy boots. And when I tried to stop him, he just knocked me aside like I was a feather and told me he'd see to me later, then kept right on kicking at Clay. His own son, and he beat him like that.
Clay left Piney that day. Left and ain't been back. And I got my beating later, just like Pa had promised. It was just a hint of the beatings the old bastard was to give me over the next three years. But he was never going to beat me again. Not now, now that the hateful old bastard had fucked me himself.
"And was hoping to do it again."
As the reader has learned from the opening portion of this study, Pearl was the child of a rural couple of low income. Her father lacked an education; he was, in fact, semi-illiterate. He was later described by Pearl (in portions of the interview not included in her narrative) as a man totally lacking in affection, even toward his, wife, or toward Pearl as a child.
So it was probably a reaction to this aloofness on the part of her father that directed Pearl's affection and devotion toward her older brother, Clay. And it was, of course, this total devotion, even adoration, which motivated Pearl toward the commission of brother-sister incest. Clay, of course, simply yielded to the temptations of her childish sexual advances.
Though most researchers have concluded that the incidence of incest is somewhat higher among the class of which Pearl is a part (the less-educated, those with lower incomes, those from rural communities), the greater frequency is not because the taboo against incest is less strong among these groups, it is due to other factors.
In a low-income family, a brother and sister are much more likely to share a room, or, for that matter, a bed. The opportunity for sexual exploration is much greater. So is the opportunity for the early creation of sexual curiosity, along with the chance to satisfy it.