One of the definitions given by Webster for "taboo" is, "any social prohibition or restriction that results from convention or tradition." So who defines the convention or tradition, or any rule for society for that matter, and on what is it based? For sure some have some pretty practical reasons like not murdering each other or robbing each other at gunpoint, but what makes a "taboo" different from a "law"? I've thought about that for many years, especially today when I am awash with many emotions. But I'll get to that. I wonder if many of the so called taboos are just a bunch of crap when you factor in a lot of the "ends justifying the means" sorts of logic. But let's start from the beginning.
It was the summer between my graduation from high school and going off to college. I had just turned 18 a little over a week ago, and I had formally become a high school graduate about a week before that. It was the mid 60's. The year after Kennedy had been assassinated. Lyndon Johnson had his hands full with the Viet Nam war raging, and protests were starting up in many colleges even though the real tragedies like Kent State were still a few years off. It was a nervous time for guys my age, but I was going off to college and as long as my grades held up, I wouldn't have to worry about it for at least four more years. Maybe it would all be over by then.
I was in my room that afternoon, feeling sorry for myself about the end of a two year long relationship with my girlfriend. Boredom, loneliness and idle hands are tools of the Devil (as my grandmother used to say), and it wasn't long before my pants, and then my pants were on the floor, and my hand was working my hard dick pretty well. All of a sudden, the door burst open and my sister barged in, "Brad have you seen my......"
"HOLY SHIT, Linda, don't you know how to knock, "I shouted as I scrambled to pull the bedspread over me. "What the hell are you doing home this early anyway?"
"God, Brad, I am really sorry. I didn't think, and I truly apologize," she said, and I could hear that she really meant it. I loved my sister because she wasn't like some other sisters of guys I knew who could be pretty nasty, humiliating, and sarcastic with their little brothers. Unlike them, Linda had always been my protector and mentor and supported me in so many ways growing up. She had just finished her junior year at the state university and just about to turn 21. She was home for the summer working as a legal intern for a law firm that was run by a friend of dad's.
"Things were slowing down at the office, and they said I could leave an hour early." She came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Brad, I truly am sorry I walked in like that, but it's important that you don't feel bad that I saw you. Everybody does it, even me, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. The only thing I can't figure is why you aren't with Ellen somewhere letting her do that, or even better things for you, if you get my drift. I assume you guys do have sex. You've been going steady for two years."
"Ellen and I broke up few weeks ago, just after prom. I think we both knew it was coming and just hung in till after prom. Given that she's going to a different school than I am, I think we both realized that we'd probably be splitting up anyway."
"Damn," Linda said. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know you must be really hurting, but you have to believe me that you'll be dating somebody else before you know it. You're a pretty cute guy you know."
"I'm not so sure about that, Sis. I'm probably a lot more shy than you realize, and Ellen's been the only girl I've ever really been close to. I'm not sure I even know how to react around other girls."
"Oh that's a bunch of crap. When you get to school in the fall, there will be so many girls after you, you'll be beating them off with a stick, and then you won't have to beating off your own stick anymore," she laughed. "You'll be wowing them with the expertise you learned with Ellen. I'll bet you have a super talented tongue and even more talented 'magic wand'"
"It's a lot less expertise than you think. Our sex was pretty damned conventional and not much about me is too talented, especially my tongue, if you get my drift."
"You mean that you guys never gave oral or anal sex a shot?" she questioned.
I looked at her. I couldn't believe my sister was asking me these things. "No. We didn't do any of that stuff. You have to remember, we were both virgins till each other and getting to where we were was a bumpy road sometimes."
"Wow," she said. "You are going to have a lot to learn in college and a lot of those college girls are way ahead of you in their experiences."
"What? So you're telling me you do all that with Jim?" Jim was her current boyfriend that I had met when she brought him home at Christmas.
"Jim and I are sexual, but we're not something that either of us have considered as permanent. Truth is, I've had a dozen sex partners since I've gotten to State, and one of them was an older guy well into his career. Those, at least one of them, are the ones I've learned from. I will say that most of the guys I met in my freshman year were pretty ignorant about sex and that's why I worry about you. I'd hate to think that girls are going to think you are some neo-virgin who doesn't know his way around women."
"Listen, Brad," she continued. "I'm going to make a suggestion, and I need you to swear on your eyes, no swear on your balls, not to blab because if anybody ever knows anything about what I'm about to suggest, I'll cut them off. You tell nobody. That's rule number 1. Jim is out in California this summer with his own summer job, and I don't know anybody in town anymore. I'm feeling a bit lonely and horny myself, but I don't want to get involved with some local boy who's going to get all mushy, and think I want me to settle down here to become the wife of a hardware store clerk. I'd love to kill two birds with one stone for the next two months. Give myself a physical outlet, and teach you a thing or two about how to use that absolutely delicious body of yours to please a woman. It would make me happy to know that you're going to hit the college campus knowing a thing or two. But you need to trust me and not rat me out to anybody.....and I mean anybody. I know how guys your age like to brag to their friends, but you need to really grow up about this. OK?"
I was shocked about what she was suggesting, but frankly, it sounded wonderful. Frankly, I always thought my sister was pretty hot, but I was still uncertain about all this. "Linda, what you're suggesting is flat out incest and taboo in just about anybody's mind."
"Don't kid yourself my naïve little brother. In some cultures, casual sex play between brother and sister is pretty common and almost expected as part of growing up. This taboo thing started is because back in ancient times there were no birth control pills or condoms, and those in the society with some smarts figured out that children produced in those type situations could propagate bad genetic problems. Likewise, adultery wasn't originally just because of sex between unmarried people. It was because children produced in those situations "adulterated" pure blood lines and confused lines of inheritance. I sure don't intend to produce any kids from our situation. With modern protection, those 'taboos' become sort of irrelevant."
It made sense to me, or at least I wanted it to.
"OK," she said. "Are we together on this?"
