“I am not!” Faith reached out and gingerly lifted his penis between her thumb and forefinger.
“Hold it, Silly! It won’t bite.”
Faith opened her fingers and the penis slid down and nestled in her hand. Slowly, the organ uncurled under her scrutiny. It straightened and grew larger. It felt very hard against the skin of her palm. “Isn’t that amazing?!” Faith exclaimed.
“It feels good.” Dwight was short of breath.
“Do you ever touch it yourself so it gets like this?”
“Sure . . . and sometimes,” Dwight confided, “I rub it until— You know what I mean?”
“Yes.” F aith’s heart beat faster and her hand turned into a fist. “Sometimes the girls at school talk about what happens with boys. One of them had a dirty book with drawings.”
“Up at my school sometimes the fellows do it for each other.” Dwight’s slim hips began to rise and fall in a slow rhythm under the instinctive movements of Faith’s hand.
“Once in awhile at Miss Wilkins’ the girls play with each other’s breasts.” Faith matched confidence for confidence.
“Did you ever?”
“I squeezed them for my roommate once.” Faith’s curious fingertips trailed over the tight sac at the base of his organ. “But I never let anybody do it to me. I was ashamed because I was so small.”
“You wouldn’t be ashamed with me, would you?” Dwight sat up.
“I guess not. You’re my brother. Just not too hard. They feel very sensitive light now.”
“Oh yeah. The tips are swollen again.” Dwight reached out with both hands and gently fondled her breasts. “Gee, Sis, they’re so soft here.” He squeezed them carefully. “And so hard here.” Gingerly, he manipulated the nipples between his fingers.
“What else do the boys at school do?” Faith was panting. She had to concentrate to keep from uncrossing her legs. Her under-developed thighs felt slippery and the mound between them burned.
“Sometimes they go down on each other.”
“What’s that?”
Dwight told her.
“Did you ever do that?”
“Sure.”
“How do you do it?” Faith was trembling now. Her thighs fell apart of their own volition.
“Like this.” Dwight took her sharp, straining breast tip between his lips and sucked at it.
Instinctively, Faith pushed his head down so that her breast was forced further into his mouth. Feeling his tongue circle the nipple, she moaned and moved her fist up and down his erection. Her other hand slid from the back of his neck and found its way between her legs. She was startled at the wetness it encountered there.
Dwight raised his head. “Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Mmmm! Is that what it feels like for you? When somebody ‘goes down on you, I mean?”
“I don’t know,” Dwight admitted. “I’ve done it for other guys, but nobody ever did it for me. See, the stronger kids make me do it. But I’m not strong enough to make them do it back.”
“Poor Dwight.” Impulsively, Faith leaned down and kissed the tip of his penis. Dwight’s whole body tensed. Before Faith could protest, he had pushed her down so that his organ filled her mouth and she had no choice but to lave it with her tongue.
Dwight’s tensed body suddenly sprang upwards like an arrow released from its bow. His throbbing penis swelled mightily and for a moment Faith couldn’t breathe. Then he exploded and she found herself choking and swallowing just as fast as she was able. The effort left her quite dizzy.
“Are you all right, Faith?”
She opened her eyes and saw her brother staring at her anxiously. “Yes.” She smiled at him.
“Do you want anything? Some water, maybe? . . .”
“No.” Faith thought a moment. “I’d like it if you touched me here again.” She cupped her breasts.
“Sure.” Dwight palmed and stroked them. He bent and kissed the tips, flicking the nipples with his tongue. Then he put his hand between her legs and tried to insert his finger.
“No!” Faith pulled away. “I’m a virgin, Dwight. I want to stay that way. And besides, you’re my brother
“If I kissed you there-—just on the outside, I mean . . . that wouldn’t mean you weren’t a virgin any more, would it?”
“No.” A delicious shiver swept over Faith just at the idea. “I guess that would be all right.”
Dwight bent over and softly pressed his mouth to the damp, scarlet lips. A second later his tongue encountered her small, erect, well-oiled clitoris. Faith’s thighs squeezed spasmodically around his ears.
Gasping, she squeezed her breasts, teasing the nipples with her fingertips. Thrill after thrill welled up from her fulcrum and washed over her body. Her bottom writhed on the grass, rising and falling, moving in small circles. Finally she screamed and clutched her brother’s head between her legs with all her strength. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. When it was over she fell back on the grass, spent and happy.
After that first time, Faith and Dwight couldn’t turn off what had been turned on between them. Their vacation days were filled with erotic play in concealed glens and hidden caves and even leaf-shielded branches high up in the trees. At night they often sneaked into each other’s bedrooms, leaving red-eyed but happy before dawn.
They imposed only one restriction on themselves. Neither by tongue, by finger, nor by penis was Dwight allowed to terminate Faith’s virgin status. They observed this restriction scrupulously.
So Faith was still a virgin when-—inevitably—they were caught. The pain from a piece of stringy meat lodged between his dentures and his gum had roused Calvin Cabot in the middle of the night and sent him downstairs to the bathroom in search of a piece of dental floss. Returning, he heard strange sounds coming from Dwight’s bedroom. Thinking the boy might be having a nightmare, he’d gone to awaken him. The fellatious sight revealed to him by the light from the hallway when he opened the door left him momentarily speechless.
“AygoodnzleesogahiddobewiDwigh.” Faith saw Cabot standing there and reacted with a hastily improvised, but ill-voiced explanation.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” Cabot remonstrated.
Faith sat up. “I couldn’t sleep.” She repeated her statement, articulating carefully as if trying to make up for the bad manners Cabot had deprecated. “So I got into bed with Dwight.”
It wouldn’t wash. Incest is the most potent of taboos. And Cabot had seen what he had seen.
He sent Faith back to her room. The rest of that long night-—the longest night in Dwight’s adolescent life-—Cabot spent impressing upon the fifteen-year-old boy the horrendousness of the sin he’d committed with his sister. (Was there something in the man that drove him to keep hammering away at the point even long after it had been made? Something that made it necessary for him to pump more—and yet still more-—horror and guilt into the boy’s mind? Something that enjoyed destroying the boy’s trust in his own instincts, and in himself?)
The next day Cabot repeated the process with Faith. As with Dwight, he overwhelmed her with his disapproval, struck at the very roots of her sexual nature, and left her with naught save distrust for her body. (But was there not perhaps a hint of lip-licking in the very intensity of Calvin Cabot’s disapproval?)
Cabot saw to it that throughout the remainder of the vacation brother and sister were never allowed to be alone together. He also contrived to keep them separated from members of the opposite sex through four more years of girls’ college, military academy and sex-segregated summer camps. This policy, inaugurated with the lacerating Cabot made on their guilt-ridden psyches, had two unexpected results.
The first was that Dwight extended his guilt feelings about his sister so that all members of the female sex were included. After that summer he never again had any sort of physical contact with girls. The second was that Faith felt so unclean in her soul, as well as her body, that from that day forward she retreated to the realm of the spirit whence her being might be restored. She never again gave in to carnal impulses, neither with others, nor solitarily.