“Yeah,” she said. ” It seems kind of obscene,
A big lad like him, almost sixteen,
Being still on the tit,
But you’ve got to admit,
Sometimes boys are a bastard to wean!”
Tag: incest
Coming of age
“Pa, he’s savin’ his skin I expec’,
Lyin’ skunk. He’s my brother, but heck!
He din’t fuck me, just watch,
But he et out my crotch!
He was in it right up to his neck!
Brotherly love
She slept naked and, when sound asleep,
Her unscrupulous brother would peep.
Sometimes, even, he’d touch,
And then, daring so much,
Fuck her too, sneaky, snivelling creep!
Liquid sequins
A third cousin, or somehow related,
She’d got drunk one night and fellated,
Had come on her dress,
(What an ungodly mess!)
His apology gruff and belated.
Daddy dearest
Hurt and scandalised, weeping, she trembled,
Her clothing, at least, reassembled.
He said “Sorry, chum,
I thought you were your mum,”
Who, in fairness, she rather resembled.
Kith and kin
When young hillbillies’ sex lives begin,
Whomsoever their dicks might be in,
Though they don’t too much mind,
For the most part you’d find
That the pussy concerned would be kin!
Coming of age
Birthday lunch at the Ritz, very pleasant!
“More champagne, my girl? How’s your pheasant?”
Her rich uncle paid.
“Sixteen… Time you got laid…
And no time, dear girl, like the present!”
Ignorance is bliss
Daddy tucked her in, kissed her goodnight…
Almost sixteen… somehow not quite right…
He’d just die if he knew
The rude things that she’d do
To herself when he turned out the light!
Ablution
“By confession, one gains absolution,
Incest,” the priest said “self-pollution.
Worse too, I daresay;
All one’s sins washed away,
Or at least undergone some dilution!”
No need for draws
For young girls, back then, up in the hills,
Rootin’, shootin’ were practical skills,
Screwin’ out or indoors
Brothers, uncles, in-laws,
Passed around, till they’d all had their fills.