Chapter 1: Rules

Let’s set the record straight from the beginning...

My name is Kelly and for the past eight years, since I was sixteen years old, I’ve actively practiced incest with my parents and several immediate relatives including an aunt, uncle and three cousins (two girls and one boy).

Hmmmmm, saying it like that somehow makes it sound like I’m standing up in front of a AA meeting confessing to being an alcoholic. Well, that couldn’t be any further from reality. There’s absolutely nothing I’ve done with my parents or other family members that I need to “confess”. There is nothing I have done sexually with my family that I regret in the slightest. OK, maybe there were a couple of time with my Uncle Jim that I’d like to be able to erase from my memory but overall you know what I mean. On the other hand, there are LOTS of things over the course of those same years that I regret NOT doing - but that’s a different issue for another time.

Essentially the only time I tell people that I practice incest is when I’m on-line. Thanks to the Internet and porn industry, it’s not surprising the first thing which comes to their minds are images of pedophilia, wild family orgies, slutty teenage girls flaunting themselves shamelessly to their fathers, in addition to all sorts of sordid and perverted practices, all of which are heavily promoted by porn sites. Truth is, I’ve never seen a web site that discusses incest in an intelligent and practical manner. Instead, incest is always portrayed so as to encourage the perverted fantasies of the predominantly male population supporting such sites.

One of the reasons I write my diary stories is to provide a source where people can read and see how REAL incest works in a REAL family, not the crap you find on the porn sites. I’ve also written a number of articles about how I feel about incest so I won’t repeat them all here. Suffice to say while I believe incest can be the foundation for a loving and respectful relationship between family members, I’m not so naive as to not recognize it can also be easily abused. More than anything I hate it when people use “incest” as a rationale to abuse children. In the same vein I also despise web sites which promote incest as being pornographic fodder for the perverts in this world. It’s because of the way incest is portrayed in the media and Internet that when I say I’m involved in incest, people instantly jump to a number of totally wrong assumptions leading to conclusions about me that are totally messed up. This is also one of the biggest reasons why I never tell anyone in my “real” life what I do in the privacy of my home with my family.

Another reason I never talk about incest with friends is more practical - it’s illegal. Whether it SHOULD be or not isn’t the issue (you might find it surprising to learn that personally, I think it should remain illegal). Unfortunately, because it IS illegal those “holier than thou” crusaders will try to ruin the lives of someone without ever taking into account whether or not anything harmful has actually taken place.

Not only is incest illegal, but if I had revealed to people WHEN I started having incest it could lead to problems should such information get in the wrong hands. By the time I was sixteen I was no virgin - far from it in fact. Still, despite the fact I was quite active sexually already, my father could have been charged with statutory rape for having sex with me at that age. Now I’m twenty-four so I don’t worry about it - what are they going to do, arrest him for what he did years ago without me pressing charges? I sorta doubt it.

Still, even if no legal action were taken, the very fact such information was made public would be enough to ruin my father’s legal career and before it was all over, the lives of everyone in my family would undoubtedly be negatively impacted. As I mentioned earlier, most people only see incest as it’s portrayed on the evening news and Internet so it would be only natural for them to condemn my parents as being abusive. Some have tried to claim that I was “groomed” by my parents as I grew up to where I thought I was the one initiating sex when it was actually the inevitable result of years of preparation by my so-called perverted parents. That is all so much crap I wouldn’t even know where to start but sadly it’s probably what would’ve happened if things became public knowledge.