If this was a Shakespearean play at the Globe Theatre in London, England in the 17th century, instead of a small rural farm in southern Germany, in Munich, by the Bavarian Alps in the 19th century, as written in the play, Karl would have killed his father to marry his mother. Instead of the shame she felt for wanting to be ravished too, in the way her brother was ravishing his mother, she'd have applause. Instead of the guilt she felt for enjoying such a incestuous sexual show, there'd be a standing ovation, by the spectacle of a son so disrespecting and dishonoring his mother before doing the same to his sister. Only what she was watching in the barn was reality and not a play.
A son having incestuous sex with his mother and/or sister was all too common an occurrence and one that went along with a lonely life on the farm. Even though it was such a common occurrence, being that incest was a deep rooted taboo, with no one speaking of it, those who were in an incestuous affair thought they were the only perverted ones having incestuous sex. If only they knew that their neighbors were just as consumed by incest and incestuous sex as they were. If only they knew that fathers were fucking their daughters and brothers were having sex with their mothers and sisters everywhere. Perhaps had they known, their guilt and shame would have been lessened by understanding the phenomenon of mass incestuous.
Armed with the knowledge that incest was happening not only in Germany but all over the world and that it was wrong, perhaps they would have thought twice before a father forced his daughter and a son forced his mother and/or sisters. Only, these weren't modern times with mass communication. Back then, it was a big world and not a small one. No one knew what the other man was doing the next farm over never mind in the next city or country. On the other hand, if they knew that incest and incestuous sex was such a common occurrence, with less guilt and shame preoccupying their thoughts, perhaps in the way of the plague, incest would have been much worse when making aunts, cousins, and grandmothers fair game too.
Unable to control her sexual urges, impulses, and excitement as she had done so often in the past, Rachel unbuttoned her nightgown to reach her hand inside to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples while watching her brother manhandle her mother. Feeling so very horny by the violent incestuous sight of watching her mother do unspeakable things to her son, she unbuttoned more buttons of her nightgown to lift her breasts out of her nightgown and high enough for her to suck her nipples. Taking turns, she fingered one nipple and sucked the other, while watching her brother finger and suck her mother's nipples. In a momentary moment of heightened sexual excitement, so long as they didn't beat her, whip her, and hurt her, she almost wished they'd see her peeking through the cracks of the barn. She almost wished they'd catch her touching herself and abuse her in the way they were now incestuously abusing her mother.
Other than her brother and father, she wondered how sexually excited she'd be having a man see her breasts and/or see her naked. She wondered what it felt like to have a man feel her breasts and finger her nipples, before sucking them. In the way that she wanted to touch a man, she wondered what it felt like for a man to touch her. After witnessing the perverse sight of a husband abusing his wife and a son having his wicked, sexual way with his mother, knowing that what she was suddenly feeling was so wickedly wrong, she wished she had a man in her life to want her, touch her, and take her too. She yearned to feel a man's naked body next to her and laying upon her while humping her, feeling her, and whispering his love for her in her ear. She yearned to explore a man's naked body in the way she wished a man would explore her naked body.
"I love you, Rachel. I want you. I have to have you," she imagined a man whispering his love to her, while making passionate love to her.
Only, what she was watching now had nothing to do with love. What she was watching now had nothing to do with sex. What she was watching now had only to do with control, domination, and violence. Not caring if the woman was their wife, their sister, or their mother, with no regard for the woman, what she was watching now was the violent confrontation of men controlling a woman by forcing her to do dirty and nasty sexual things against her will for the sake of their personal pleasure. Deadening her spirit and her will to fight back by forcing her to do the sexual things they knew would violate her physically, emotionally, and spiritually, it was their way to show their women that they owned them in the way they owned their livestock.
'How dare they!'
As if she had fallen and he was helping her up, she watched her brother gently lift his mother to her knees. Then, with her still topless and her exposed breasts still on display to his horny eyes, he held her and propped her up against the horse stall. It would be different if this was just a random man with a random woman, but this was her brother having sex with their mother. Even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn't look away.
For some twisted reason, she may have not been as sexually excited seeing a man having sex with a woman as she was now sexually aroused watching her brother take control of her mother. With her mother pleasuring her son as much as he was pleasuring his mother, the sight of them together gave Rachel a sexual hunger that burned deep inside of her. She wished she had a man to give her sex. Now that she knew her mother enjoyed having sex with her son, she wondered if her mother was controlling her son.
The action of them moving about so early in the morning frightened the hidden residents of the barn and she watched a pair of rats scurry away hugging the wall, while several more snuck out of a haystack in the opposite direction. Even the dogs, a wildly ferocious, natural born killer pack of Jack Russell and Rat terriers, were smart enough to still be sleeping, otherwise, they'd have earned their keep in ridding the barn of the rats. Nonetheless, as if they were offended by it too, Rachel didn't miss the symbolism in seeing rodents, the scavengers of the Earth, abandon a place where incestuous sex was happening. She wondered if that violent perversion of incestuous control was solely found in humans.
Without feeling the guilt, the shame, the embarrassment, and the stigma associated with incest, she wondered if rats knew enough not to fuck their mothers and copulate with their sisters. Nonetheless, with these humans that were contained within the barn with the rats, she figured that even rats, especially rats, had incestuous sex. Maybe, whether animal, mammal, reptile, bird, fish, or human, we'd all have sex with whomever no matter our incestuous relationship and family ties. Maybe we're all just animals and are as salaciously lonely as we are incestuously horny. Maybe, especially during a time of insanity and revolution, we're all just looking for comfort, sexual or otherwise, with whoever, wherever, and whenever we find it.
"I have a big surprise for you, Mommy," said her brother with a sick look on his face. "I'm going to give you something hard and hard to suck," he said laughing while reaching in his pants to pull out his cock.
To be continued...
