It's
a milestone as sure as sleeping through the night, smiling or sitting
up. Your little girl cries, daddy or big brother tries licking, and for
the first time the girl responds and pees! She's joined the human
family.
Very rarely, the weeks go by, baby cries, daddy licks,
and no pee comes out. She still wets her diapers. The girl pees
whenever her body tells her to. If she doesn't need help to pee by
three months, chances are she never will. She has Independent Urination
Syndrome, or IUS. Roughly one in 400 girls has the condition. Boys can
get IUS, but it is much rarer.
You probably know by now that IUS
is a very serious condition. It is very hard to accept the prognosis
for IUS: your daughter is almost certain to contract the bloody kidney
disease by age eleven, though the median age is eight.
We are
all used to the horror of this disease when it is triggered in the
usual way, by inability to pee. Hundreds of people a year die of the
disease when stranded without anyone of the opposite sex for more than
a day or two. The disease is always fatal, and it is just as deadly
when triggered by IUS.
Something in your daughter's development
went wrong. But in another sense, your daughter is the pure wild form
of humanity, the noble savage. In a sense the rest of us are the
strange ones, and she is normal!
It helps to remember your
history. We all know of the bloody kidney holocaust, but many of us
forget the details. It is now nearly 600 years in our past. A virus
swept the earth that caused disintegration of the kidneys. It was very
contagious and invariably fatal, except to a tiny minority. Because of
a genetic quirk, an abnormality, the tiny minority survived. Their only
symptom of the disease was what we now take for granted: they needed
help to pee. Most of the population perished, but our ancestors
survived to replenish the earth.
Today we are all infected with
the bloody kidney virus, and we all have that little genetic
abnormality that lets us live. For those who think our urination
pattern is an advance that sets us apart from the animals, you should
remember that it is just the symptom of a disease!
Before the
disease struck, the population of the earth was 7 billion people. Today
it is around 9 million. For every one of us today, there were nearly
one thousand people before the bloody kidney holocaust! Their lives
were wild and free. A person could go off alone for weeks at a time,
because when they needed to pee, they simply relaxed their muscles and
urinated -- all by themselves. Thousands of men in armies might not see
a woman for weeks at a time! They had the "freedom" to slaughter each
other. Religious orders were created where hundreds of women would
never touch or see a man for their entire adult lives.
Men and
women alike hid what was between their legs, especially from the other
sex. Showing that part of their bodies to anyone was a solemn step
which usually led to sexual intercourse. In what seems downright
perverse to us, there were separate rooms in public places where men
and women went to pee. It was part of keeping the other gender from
seeing what they quaintly referred to as "private parts."
The
bloody kidney virus has required us to be more interdependent, to keep
males and females in close contact with each other at all times. It has
allowed us to achieve civilization. But your daughter is not defective
-- we are!
Your daughter can live the full, happy life of a child. She has no
disabilities -- you really can't call not needing help to
pee a disability! There is nothing to keep her from enjoying childhood,
one of the happiest times of our lives.
We
envy the freedom that the pre-holocaust men and women had -- those
noble savages. Your daughter can taste that freedom if she wants to.
She can experience the freedom without the savagery. She will end up
paying a terrible price, of course, but while she lives she has more
options and more freedom than the rest of us.
But you are faced with practical concerns. You need to help her deal
with being different.
Your
immediate concern is that your daughter keeps wetting her diapers. The
good news is that about the same time that a normal child learns to
control her bowel movements, your IUS daughter will learn to control
her pee. She will be as eager as any child to give up her diapers, and
she has the muscles to control when she pees. She can decide to start
peeing whenever she wants and can even cut off her stream in mid-flow.
There is nothing painful or difficult about it for her.
But your
girl is going to want to feel as normal as possible. So you should go
through the same routines with her as we do for peeing. Daddy or big
brother can lick her just like any other girl. When she is young it
won't have any effect. Fathers and brothers may naturally feel
inadequate, but they usually come to understand even at an emotional
level that it isn't their fault. As your baby grows, she will start
learning that it makes daddy happy if she pees after being licked. She
will still wet her diaper at other times, however.
Once she can
control her own pee, she will sometimes choose to follow the same
pattern as the rest of us, waiting to urinate until a male is there to
lick her. She can help males to pee -- just because she doesn't need
help doesn't mean she can't give it.
Once she reaches three
years of age, she will be able to pass as a normal girl if she wants.
But at home she will usually just pee by herself. It really is a lot
simpler to just climb up on the toilet and go. With no need to expose
her urinary opening to a man's tongue, she can assume a more upright
position on the toilet and the urine flows straight down, easing her
cleanup.
A father may feel he is missing out on this intimate
time with his daughter. He may feel rejected. But our other forms of
affection including hugs and snuggles meet her need for intimacy and
can meet his too.
Her father will not having to get out of bed
in the night or early in the morning to help her, and he may feel
guilty for enjoying that small luxury.
Just because your IUS
daughter chooses to pee by herself doesn't mean she won't change her
mind. It is important that a father cheerfully meet her desire for the
comfort of his tongue whenever she asks for it. It is a symbol of love,
and she may want the symbol even if she doesn't require it biologically.
It
is important to show your IUS girl the freedom she has. Even if she
seems content with the normal pattern, suggest that she experiment with
using the toilet by herself and make sure she knows there is nothing
wrong with it. The choice should be hers. Given the cloud hanging over
her future, the least she deserves is the freedom to choose her path
with regard to urination.
Another reaction parents often have is
envy. We are used to our ways, but life would be a great deal simpler
if we had the choices your IUS daughter has!
Starting when she
is three or so, your daughter can pass for normal in the world. That is
the way it has always been done, and it is a very good way. Remember
that once the kids on the playground know she has IUS, there is no
going back.
But there is an IUS pride movement. Some girls don't
want to keep a secret. They want the other children to know they can
pee whenever they want. We have all seen the videos of girls squatting
in the playground without a boy anywhere near and peeing. Some people
think upsetting public displays of that kind should be illegal. But
children are less upset by strange events than adults are.
Parents usually try to dissuade their girl from going public until she
is very sure that is what she wants.
No
adult wants to beat an IUS girl over the head with her impending
mortality. The girl will usually practice a healthy denial -- healthy
because there is nothing useful she can do with knowledge of her
shortened lifespan. But other children can be insensitive if not cruel
and remind her of it in blunt terms. They may not want to play with her.
Often
it's the parents who are most relieved at not having to keep the IUS
secret. Sometimes they will share their secret with other parents but
instruct them not to tell their children. You should consider that
carefully, however. Other parents sometimes find it a burden to have to
keep a secret like that.
Then, of course, there is the end. This
section can be very upsetting, so think carefully about whether you
want to read it and when.
You have a happy girl, as vibrant and
full of life as any child. Suddenly she develops a benign-looking rash
around her urinary opening. Roughly a day later the acute phase of the
disease begins with a high fever. Roughly a day later she will lose
consciousness for the last time and start passing blood in her urine.
She will usually live around a day and a half after that, as her
kidneys pass more and more blood.
If your girl notices and
reports her rash, you may have 48 hours to say goodbye before she loses
consciousness, and if not it could be 24 or less. You will have at most
another day and a half before she actually dies. There is so little
warning! The other side of the coin is that your girl is not suffering
a prolonged decline; she is healthy until the very last couple days of
her life. At the end, she is no more uncomfortable than anyone else
with a fever.
There are support groups for IUS girls and their
families. If there is one in your area, we strongly suggest you
consider joining. If not, there are online forums.
One
April evening, Jason, Lisa and Clara were in the living room watching a
video. They heard the car door slam. Seconds later Katy came racing
through, face red and tear-stained.
John walked in a few seconds later.
"What was that about?" Clara asked.
John
gave a weary sigh and shook his head. "These support groups are
supposed to be helpful, and I guess they are, until something like this
happens."
"What?"
"Remember Stacy?"
"The little redhead?"
"She's gone."
"You mean...?"
"Yeah, dead."
"Oh, no," said Clara, holding back tears. Jason and Lisa just watched.
"How old was she?"
"Just six."
"Oh, so young!" Katy was already five years old. "When?"
"She actually died yesterday, but she had it for a couple days, just
like they said would happen."
"Her parents weren't at the group, were they?"
"No,
the facilitators gathered us round and told us something sad had
happened, then gave the news. Then we broke up into little groups and
shared how we felt about it. Mary's mother was pretty upset, and I
think her reaction really got to Katy."
Kelly wandered out into the hall from the room she shared with her twin.
"Katy's really sad," she said uncertainly.
"I'm sure she is, sweetie," said Clara. "Let me talk to her."
Two
weeks later, a group of kids was gathered in the playground. "You'll
never guess what I heard," said Dave excitedly. "You know that IUS
thing?"
A few kids nodded.
"They have a way of preventing it. A boy sticks his dick into her a
lot!"
There were cries of, "Yeah, right" and "Very funny, Dave."
"No, it's true!" he said. It sounded preposterous, but Dave wasn't
usually one to make things up.
Katy had heard the commotion and wandered over. Jason joined a few
seconds later.
"A boy sticks his dick in this IUS girl, like how they make babies?"
asked a boy.
"No, that's just grown-ups," said a girl.
"It's just grown-ups who do it for babies, but kids can do it too,"
Dave said.
"Gross. I'd rather die than do that!" said the girl.
"I think it could be fun!" said Bob, one to take a contrary position on
anything.
"Yeah, sure," said one girl with disgust, with others echoing the same
sentiment.
"Hey," said Bob, "she's not going to live long enough to have sex
later!"
No
one knew Katy had IUS. During the discussion she tried as hard as she
could to look normal as she listened. She and Jason exchanged glances a
few times.
"Katy!" said Jason. She never wanted help at home.
"Please!" she whined.
Jason
knew the news about that other girl must be tough for her to take, and
didn't know what she would think of the rumor they had heard on the
playground.
Katy hopped up onto the toilet and lay back, tilting
her pelvis way up to make her pee hole especially easy to reach. Jason
leaned over and licked her hole.
"OK," said Katy after a second,
and as Jason drew back her pee spurted and then dribbled out. She had
it down perfectly. You'd never know she had IUS.
She wiped
herself but didn't get down. She poked with a finger lower down,
partway back to her poop hole. "It must go in there somewhere..." she
said, poking around and wincing.
"Katy!" said Jason.
"What?"
"Don't hurt yourself. It was just a story!"
"It was not!" she said with a vehemence that was unusual.
Jason looked at her, then said, "Let's go look on the web."
A
bit of searching showed that Dave hadn't just been making it up. A
father had started having sex with his IUS daughter when she was six,
and she was still healthy at age 13. A discerning adult would have seen
that the whole thing was based on that anecdote and one small "study"
involving five girls. These limitations weren't apparent to 11-year-old
Jason and certainly not to 5-year-old Katy.
In the discussion threads there was a lot of information about how this
sex treatment would work in practice.
Jason
had gotten boners for as long as he could remember, and he knew that it
felt good when it rubbed against something. He hadn't started going
through puberty at all, so his dick was still small even when it was
stiff. But now they said that if he rubbed it up and down a certain
way, something different would happen. And the very first time he tried
it, he found that after a few minutes he did get a good feeling. It
passed over him like a wave and then he didn't want to rub any more
right away. That was what they were talking about.
Could he
stick it into Katy -- wherever that hole was exactly? The idea was kind
of gross. It sounded very naughty. But Katy was begging him to try it,
and it did sound kind of exciting too. He also knew it would have to be
secret because his parents would never agree to it. Katy was persistent
-- it wasn't just a passing whim. After ten days he relented.
"Katy,
come on in," Jason said quietly. Lisa was out and wouldn't be home for
a while, so his room was free. "You still want to try that thing?"
"Yes, yes!" the little girl said.
"First, let's both pee," he said, a routine task quickly accomplished.
"So we both take all our clothes off."
That was easy enough.
"Now you lie back on the bed and spread your legs wide open."
"I found the hole where it goes," she said.
Jason
then lay on top of her. Katy giggled at having her big brother on top
half squishing her. His penis touched Katy's girl parts, but it wasn't
hard.
He slid off her to one side and started rubbing his penis up and down
with his hand.
"What's that for?" Katy asked, rolling towards him to watch.
"That's
to make it hard so it can stick into you," he said. "There," he said as
his penis had become pretty much erect. She flopped onto her back again
and he rolled over on top of her, but as he tried to figure out the
geometry of insertion, his penis rapidly shrank again.
He rubbed again, but while it started stiffening up a little, it didn't
last.
He still remembered what Lisa had done to him years earlier. The web
discussed it too.
"Katy, one way to make it hard is if you take it in your mouth and lick
all around -- not the pee hole, but the rest of it."
"Really?" she said.
"Yeah."
"You're not just playing a trick on me?" she said, eying him
suspiciously.
"No... I'm not sure how it's going to feel myself," he said, though
that memory of Lisa's tongue was still vivid.
Katy
shrugged and lowered her face to his organ. That much she had done
hundreds of times before. Now she slid her lips around the tip.
She looked up questioningly.
"Suck a little, I guess," he said. "Now lick."
It felt even better than he remembered with Lisa, and he also felt it
getting stiff in his little sister's mouth.
"There!" she said happily, popping her mouth off.
"Do it more," he said, "until it's really stiff."
She did, and the feelings built in him. This was better than when he
was rubbing up and down with his hand.
So they rolled over again.
"Right in there," Katy said, pointing.
He poked but their bodies weren't close enough to let his penis do more
than touch her opening.
"It doesn't reach," he said.
After trying this and that, Katy brought her knees up to her chest,
while Jason knelt between her legs to get a better view.
He pushed his penis where she indicated. Her flesh bent inward but
nothing else happened.
"There isn't a hole there," he said.
"Yeah, there is!" she said, and fiddled around with her fingers. "Try
again."
That time he felt his tip slide in.
Katy giggled. "You're in me!" she said.
"I'm supposed to go in as far as I can."
"I think that's all there is," she said.
"Let's see." Jason pushed and kept pushing. His dick went in a little
more.
"See?" he said.
"OK!" she said, her eyes wide with surprise.
Every time he pushed it slid in a little more. "Does it hurt?"
"It feels weird, but it doesn't hurt."
Finally he couldn't get in any further.
"What now?" she asked.
"I
think I'm supposed to do this." Jason started an in-and-out motion. The
inside of his sister's vagina was wetter than his own hand, but a lot
dryer than her mouth.
Katy held herself up a little on her elbows and looked with interest at
her brother's little cock going in and out.
"When do you stop?" she asked.
"I'm supposed to keep going until I get that good feeling," he said.
He
kept going and going for maybe ten minutes, but it never happened.
Katy's vagina didn't squeeze him with the same pressure as his hand;
maybe that was part of it.
He pulled out and lay beside her.
"Well, we did it!" Katy said.
"Yeah, but I never got the good feeling."
He
looked some more on the web. They said to make sure the girl's vagina
was wet. The top suggestion for how to do that was exactly what he
remembered doing with Lisa years before. He invited Katy into his room
the next time they had some privacy.
"We're supposed to get you
wet so my dick goes in and out more easily. Lie back," he said,
bringing his head between her legs. "I'll try licking a little
differently -- not just how we do for pee."
He licked a little higher, right where he had licked Lisa.
After a few seconds, he stopped. "How does that feel?"
"I don't know," she said, "but try not so hard."
Jason went back to licking his little sister.
"Oh! Hmmm," she said. "That feels pretty good."
Jason kept licking. Katy checked with her finger.
"Wow, I really am getting wet!"
"OK, let's do it!" he said. His penis had gotten hard all by itself.
He
plunged in again and it felt a lot better! He kept sliding in and out,
trying to get just the right sensations to give him the good feeling.
He'd get close, but then it would slip away. Finally, after maybe
twenty minutes, he felt that glow and the good feeling all through his
body. It felt especially right somehow when his dick was inside a girl.
It made sense, because that was how you made a baby.
"There," he said, smiling.
"You did it?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"So we do it a few times more?"
"Not just a few times. We're supposed to do it twice a day and never
stop."
"Twice a day!"
Jason nodded. He wasn't sure he wanted to do it that much. It was a lot
of work.
Finding a regular place to be alone when nobody would walk in on them
wasn't so easy either.
They
finally found a place in the woods. It was a small clear area inside a
thicket, with soft pine needles covering the ground. It was spring, so
it was usually warm enough. Katy hitched up her dress or pulled her
pants down, and in either case pulled her panties down so she was fully
exposed. She could rub herself where Jason had been using his tongue
and that would make her wet. Jason was often hard just thinking about
where his penis was going to go, but if not Katy licked it. Jason first
tried just pulling his penis out through his fly, but it wasn't long
enough to stay in her that way and Katy didn't like his scratchy
clothes rubbing against her naked parts. So he pulled his pants down to
his ankles so he could flex his legs like a frog. That let him really
press their bodies together down there and let him get into her vagina,
while their other contact was boy flesh to girl flesh, smooth and warm.
He learned how to get that good feeling a lot sooner. Katy reported
that sometimes it felt a little bit good to her too.
Twice a day
was just too much. They tried to do it every day, but sometimes they
couldn't get away or he didn't feel like it. Katy was always willing.
Then
one August day, as Jason was pushing his little dick in and out of Katy
fast and deep, Katy whispered "Jason" urgently, wriggling beneath him
and pulling away. Jason turned around.
Lisa was standing there staring at them, a stony expression on her
face. She stayed only an instant before she took off.
Jason
was hauled into his parents' bedroom for a "talk." Both parents glared
at him. He fought back tears. He really had meant well! Haltingly, he
explained the theory he had heard in school, and he got a little
respite while his mother brought up the web write-ups. They couldn't
all see her handheld at once, so John brought it up on the full screen.
John
explained how it was just based on anecdotal evidence, how the
five-girl study had no control group, and how three of those girls had
died by then. It all went over Jason's head, partly because he was so
upset.
"Why didn't you ask us first?" his mother said.
"It was Katy's idea!" he said.
"You're not answering my question."
"Well, first we didn't know if we could figure out how to do it, and
then... I think we knew you'd say no."
"Right. But you did it anyway."
"I'm sorry, it's just that she wanted to try it so much, and..." Jason
stopped, trying to control his tears.
"I don't want her to die!" he said.
"Of course not," his father said. "None of us want that. But we can't
do crazy things just hoping it might help."
But his parents weren't so angry once they knew it was Katy's idea and
what they were trying to accomplish.
Still,
he was forbidden under any circumstances to have sex with his sister.
He would not allow her to help him pee, and he would not pretend to
help her pee. They were never to be alone together in private.
Three weeks later Jason's mother found him alone in his bedroom.
"Katy's
been a handful lately," his mother said. Indeed, the little girl had
been uncooperative with anything her mother suggested. She stopped
doing anything around the house. She played with her food but wouldn't
eat anything but dessert. After one bitter fight, she had squatted and
peed right on the living room rug! And they could hear her crying
softly to herself at night.
"If only you hadn't started doing that -- "
"I've said I'm sorry!" Jason said, exasperated. "Let me say it again!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"No, it's not that," his mother said. "We understand. You were trying
to help your sister."
Jason paused and waited. This was a new tack his mother was taking.
"I
wish you'd asked permission first, and I wish it hadn't started, but
it's too late for that now. What's bugging Katy is pretty simple. You
were trying to save her life, and no one else is." His mother sighed.
"In fact, we're keeping you from trying to save her life. If you're
willing -- and only if you're willing -- would you start it again?"
Jason
looked at his mother in bewilderment. Was she serious? Could he go back
to giving Katy what she wanted? He also had to admit that he missed it
a lot too.
"There are dangers for you in this, too," she added.
"I don't care. Yes. Yes, I will!"
"No
more sneaking out to the woods," his mother said. "If you're willing,
we'd like Katy and Lisa to switch beds. Then you can do it" -- she
shuddered when she said those words -- "whenever you want."
"Does Katy know?"
"No, I couldn't say anything until I knew you were willing. Why don't
you tell her?"
"OK," Jason said, smiling.
"But we're going to keep asking both of you over and over if you
really, really want to be doing it."
"Hey
Katy," he said, finding her in her room. "Why don't you come to my room
with me for a moment. I want to show you something."
"Mom and Dad will get mad if I do that," she said.
"No, don't worry about it. I got Mom's permission. It's OK."
Once
in his room, with door locked, he waited until they were both seated on
the bed, then he turned to her. "Mom says that if you want, we can
start doing it again!"
Katy's eyes lit up. "Really! Wow... Now?" she asked.
"Yup, now!"
"Should we head out to the thicket?"
"We don't need to, Katy. We can do it right here, in my bed."
Katy looked surprised. "Right here?"
"Only if you want."
Katy
stood in front of Jason, beaming. She put her hands on the hips to her
sweatpants. She hesitated just a moment. Then in a flash, Katy was on
the bed with her pants and panties down to her ankles, as Jason
stripped from the waist down.
"Why don't we take everything off?" he said. "Since there's no pine
needles or anything."
"OK!"
said the girl, smiling, and soon she lay naked on her back, legs spread
wide, hand massaging between her legs to wet herself.
Jason's
penis pumped fully to erection in seconds. He lay on her and his penis
slid in. It was so much nicer on a soft bed, and it was so much more
relaxing now they had their parents' consent. It had been a while, and
he had missed it, so it didn't take him very long with his fast back
and forth strokes before he pressed up into her hard and got his good
feeling. He moaned and Katy gave him a squeeze with her arms. He slid
out of her and she cuddled against him.
"We can rest like this!" she said. "When can we do it again?" she asked.
"Well, it takes me a while before I'm ready."
"Maybe tonight, before Lisa comes in?"
"I've got good news for you, Katy. You and Lisa are switching beds, so
you'll be sleeping with me all the time!"
"Really? So we can do it any time?"
"Right," he said.
Katy
stayed up past her bedtime, and Jason went to bed early, both eager to
establish a new pattern. Before pulling their pajama bottoms on, they
faced each other and smiled. They had turned the lights off but could
see each other in tones of gray. Katy put her hand between her legs and
got herself wet quickly. Hearing the rustling sound, Jason put his hand
down there. Feeling her warm thighs and the rhythmic motion of her
fingers, he was soon hard. Since he had had his good feeling just a few
hours before, it took him a long time. But after twenty minutes he got
it again. She said it really had felt pretty nice for her towards the
end.
Years before, it had taken him a while to get used to
sharing his bed with Lisa. It was routine now, but they always kept
their distance. But since he and Katy were so intimate, it was easy to
sleep right next to her. Sometimes she'd hug his back gently, or if
they were turned the other way he'd hug hers.
They'd try to do
it every morning and every night, but sometimes he just couldn't get
himself erect the second time, or if he did he couldn't stay hard long
enough to get his good feeling. Synchronizing sleep schedules was
difficult. They got up at the same time, but it was hard for Katy to
stay up that late. He'd often find she had fallen asleep with the light
on, still dressed and waiting for him. But she waited for him to arrive
before she really went to bed.
Lisa wasn't pleased at the bed switch, but she grumbled and accepted
it. Kelly was happy to have big girl Lisa sharing her room.
Katy
was available to help Jason pee, and she consumed a lot of his energy
since they had sex so much. He offered to keep being Lisa's primary pee
buddy, but she bowed out and began using his father for her needs. In
fact, she never let Jason help her pee and would go to neighbors rather
than suggest he help her.
The
change came on gradually. First he found he had no trouble getting hard
twice a day. Then he found he had a twinge of a different kind of
desire -- something darker and more powerful. He had liked doing it
with Katy before, because it was close and warm, because he got his
good feeling, and because he was helping his sister. But now his desire
to do it had a different dimension. His good feeling started feeling
better, and it didn't take him as long to get it.
Jason woke in
the middle of the night, spooned against his warm sister. His penis was
hard, and he wanted to get into her again. They had done it at bedtime,
and they would do it in the morning. But he didn't want to wait until
morning. No one knew what would protect his sister, but it seemed the
more they did it, the more likely it would be to help.
"Katy," he said gently. She gave no response. "Katy," he said a little
louder. He gently shook her shoulder.
"Mmmmm?" she said, groggily.
"I feel like doing it to you again. Would you like that?"
"Why?"
"The more we do it, the better, right?"
"Yeah," she said. "OK." She sighed and reached down between her legs.
"I'll do that -- you just relax," he said.
"OK," she said.
He rubbed her urgently, in line with his own throbbing erection, and
had to remind himself to stay gentle.
Katy smiled but lay half asleep.
He
turned over onto her and slid his hard cock right in. It felt warm and
right. He knew she wanted to go back to sleep, so the faster the
better. He just let his body go, and within seconds he had his good
feeling. He rolled off and drifted off quickly.
He woke up most nights wanting to do it to her, so they both started
sleeping naked from the waist down to make it easier.
Sometimes she barely woke up.
As
the months rolled by, Jason's desire kept rising. He became aware of
rhythmic contractions in his penis when he had his good feeling. He
jerked off now and then and saw he was now shooting out the semen that
big boys made. He wanted to shoot it all up inside Katy. He noticed now
and then that his penis seemed to be bigger when it was hard. It grew
gradually and stretched Katy gradually, so she never noticed any
difference.
He
wasn't sure at first. As he rubbed her in the middle of the night, her
pussy lips seemed a little bumpy. He made a point of feeling again in
the morning. It was just a skin irritation, he told himself, but he
also felt a sick dread.
Katy developed a mild fever during the
day. She said she wasn't feeling well and went to bed. His mother
checked on her, and when she came out from visiting her, he could tell
she was fighting back tears.
"Is it happening?" he asked, unbelieving.
"I'm afraid so," she said.
Jason was panicked. There was only one thing he knew how to do. He went
in to Katy, who gave him a little smile.
Katy
didn't object when he started feeling between her legs and made no
complaint when he mounted her. Her fever made her warm inside, and he
came even more quickly than usual.
He lay with her. An hour
later he was hard again, and as he started fondling her lower lips,
Katy frowned and said, "I don't feel like it."
"It won't take long, Katy, don't worry." And after a mere ten little
strokes into her hot pussy he came again. She didn't react.
His mother knocked, and after he said, "OK," she entered but motioned
him outside into the hall.
"Were you doing what I think you were doing?"
Jason nodded, not meeting her eyes.
"I
thought you might be. Jason, there's nothing you can do. You've been
the best brother your sister could ever have wanted, but it's too late."
"No!" he said with some heat, and headed back into her room.
"Jason!" his mother whispered loudly, but she didn't try to stop him or
object when he shut the door behind him with some force.
Katy
was looking at him with bright eyes, welling with tears. "I heard mom.
She said it's too late. So I really am getting it, aren't I? I kind of
thought I must be, but I didn't want to believe it."
She started crying weakly, and Jason held her. "I don't want to die,
Jason."
"We don't know anything for sure. No girl has ever been doing it with a
boy like we have. We'll beat this."
"You think so?" Katy said.
"Yes," he said, trying to sound convincing. And with that, he mounted
her and slid into her once more.
She
winced, but he didn't stop. It took him half a minute, but he had his
"good feeling" again -- he still thought of it that way, though he had
long before learned it was an orgasm and ejaculation.
After her
father came home, his parents called him out to the living room for a
talk. He insisted they go outside into the winter air, telling his
mother reproachfully that Katy had overheard her in the hall.
His
mother said, "Jason, you've done everything you could. You can't help
her any more. You're going to have nightmares -- especially when she
starts bleeding."
"Maybe she won't bleed," he said bravely.
"Oh, Jason..." she said softly.
There were a few moments of silence.
His father spoke. "I don't know, Clara, I can't see it's going to do
any harm."
Her mother looked at her husband, surprised.
He
continued, "Unless there's a miracle, she'll be gone in a couple days,
and it won't matter. Why not let him keep doing it? Then he'll know he
did everything he could and won't have to keep wondering." His father
stood beside Jason and patted him the back. "But only as long as you
want."
His mother reconsidered. "OK, Jason, but please, if it
doesn't feel good, or it bothers you, stop any time, OK? You don't have
to go through this. In a few days," she said, and her tone became a
little steely, "she'll be dead and you'll still be alive, and I don't
want you to be scarred by it. You've done everything you could, OK?"
"Yeah, OK. Yeah, thanks!" he said, angry but determined. His parents
had given up on her already!
Lisa
brought Kelly in to visit her sister now and then. The little girl was
very upset, and Lisa held herself together partly by her need to be
there for Katy's twin.
The hospice workers came. One moment
stuck in Jason's mind. They lifted the limp Katy out of her bed to
prepare it. Along with a few layers of thick waterproof plastic, they
laid down beneath the sheet a thick pad of a strange papery material.
When he asked what it was, one worker explained that it was to absorb
the blood when Katy started bleeding. Jason realized with a shudder
that that pad was capable of absorbing a great deal of blood.
Jason
said timidly that he used to have sex with Katy regularly and why. The
hospice worker told him in a kind but condescending manner that that
had been very thoughtful and brave of him, implying it was a totally
wacky idea.
As soon as the hospice worker was gone, Jason locked
the door behind him and mounted his seven-year-old sister again. This
time she gave a sharp cry when he penetrated her, but he kept driving
his penis into her very hot vagina and came quickly.
The hospice
nurse gave regular reports to Jason and Katy's parents. Jason was
allowed to sit in. Twenty-four hours after Katy's fever started, she
said, "We've never seen this before. Her fever should have gone much
higher than this by now, and she should be bleeding."
Jason,
John and Clara knew that Jason had been having sex with Katy more than
ever -- at least every couple hours. The nurse didn't know that, and
none of them wanted to tell her.
Katy's fever started creeping up and she became delirious.
"I'm going to have sex with her too," said John, a determined
expression on his face.
"John!" said Clara. "No, you can't! What are you thinking?"
"I'm
thinking that with Jason doing her every few hours, her disease hasn't
progressed. Maybe we're onto something. Maybe two is better than one."
"But John, she's your daughter!"
"Of course she's my daughter! Jason's her brother."
"How could you even manage..." Clara trailed off.
John looked uncomfortable. "Well, we'll see if I can manage," he said.
And
with that he was off to Katy's room, explaining to Jason what he had in
mind. Jason felt a twinge of jealousy, but was on the whole happy to
leave the room, happy that someone else hadn't given up on her.
A
minute later, Katy shrieked louder than ever. Clara came running and
was about to insist John let her in, but Jason barred her way.
Not
long after, John emerged from the room looking dazed. Looking back and
forth between wife and son, he said, "Clara, I've got to talk to Jason."
"Well, she's my daughter," she said, fuming.
"It's a father/son kind of thing," he said.
"I can't think of anything you two should be discussing in private!"
she said angrily.
John
took her by the shoulders and looked at her intently. "Clara, your
husband and son are having sex with your daughter. I know it sounds
awful. But we're trying to save her life. And there is some evidence, a
little evidence, that it's working. And there are things we have to
discuss that you don't want to hear! OK?"
Clara paused. "Let me go visit her for a while," she said.
John hesitated. "Give me a moment," and disappeared into the room,
wanting to hide the evidence of sex.
"OK," he said, emerging.
Clara visited with her dying daughter for half an hour, while John took
Jason outside for a talk.
"She screamed when I penetrated her," John said to his son. "She
doesn't do that when you do it?"
"Did you rub her first?" He realized that he wasn't always doing that
himself.
"Yes,"
he said. "I've thought about a lubricant, but if we don't know what
works, I'd rather not rock the boat with a new chemical."
"She's been crying and wincing when I do it lately, and she never did
before. Not that loud, though."
"That's good to hear, at least."
"Good?"
"I mean, it's not just me. And it makes sense... Never mind."
"Why do you think there's the difference?" Jason asked.
"Maybe I'm just unfamiliar to her."
"Maybe," Jason said, adding glumly, "but I don't think she knows who we
are."
"Yeah,
well, it's also likely that I'm, um, a little bigger than you are.
Don't take it the wrong way! I mean... you're still growing."
"Yeah,
I see," said Jason. "Makes sense." The idea that his father's penis was
bigger than his didn't bother him especially. Especially if he was
still growing.
"And wow, she's so hot! I mean literally hot!
I've never felt anything like that." He smiled for a moment, then with
an embarrassed look resumed the somber expression that the situation
called for.
Jason felt bad for him. How could they be totally
somber about it? He decided to follow up. "Haven't you ever done that
with, like, mom? She gets fevers sometimes."
"Well, Jason, I've never met a woman who was willing to have sex when
she had a fever!"
"Oh," said Jason, and they both smiled.
"Listen, Jason, we've got a job to do. Let's take turns. Can you do it
to her again?"
Jason nodded.
"I'm proud of you, boy."
John went in to escort his wife away from Katy's bedside.
Jason deposited his sperm in his sister over and over again.
He
was surprised to find that while he could do her every hour or so, his
dad had to wait six hours or so between. He had the size, but Jason had
the stamina.
Katy's fever crept up, but the slow trajectory was almost unheard of.
"Well, Katy. We heard she had gotten the fever three days ago, so..."
John understood. "Yeah, I know, but the most amazing thing has
happened. She's still with us, and she hasn't started bleeding."
"That's weird... I mean, how wonderful!"
"And
you'd never guess the reason. They briefly mentioned it as a
superstitious idea in the support group, but the fact is that my son,
Jason..." John paused. This sure did sound strange. "Her brother,
Jason, has been having sex with Katy for two years now, and he kept
right on after her fever started. And now I've... I've started to as
well, when we realized how unusual it was that she wasn't getting
worse. I think we're onto something."
"Wow, that sure is interesting," said Curt, his voice faltering.
"And I'm wondering if you'll help."
"If I'll... what?"
"If you're willing, I'd like you to come and ... have sexual
intercourse with her as well."
"Me? I don't know, John... This is awfully sudden."
"Yeah, well, that's true. But Katy is probably dying, and we think it
might help."
"Isn't it illegal?"
John sighed. "Yes, it's illegal, but I hardly think anyone is going to
press charges, do you?"
"I suppose not. And, well, Katy's cute, but she's not exactly grown up.
I'm not sure I could... do it, you know?"
"Yeah,
I know. If you don't want to actually do it with her or if you find you
can't, you could give a semen sample maybe. We'd inject it into her
too. Maybe that would help -- no one knows."
"Let me talking it over with Hillary."
John
was exasperated. "OK, but don't wait long. It's just Katy's life," he
said with sarcasm. "I've got to make more calls." He was dimly aware he
should be more understanding, but he was more aware that his daughter's
life hung in the balance.
A lot of men refused. A fair number
were willing to give a semen sample. But some were willing to try it.
Alone with a feverish girl, their bodies responded to the sight of her
bald pussy and the prospect of getting into it, and they did their
therapeutic best. With the anemic sex lives a lot of men have, many of
them had a large dose of semen to deposit in young Katy's vagina.
Tom,
a friend of a friend, appeared from Katy's room to report to John. "Um,
when I was almost through, she woke up and looked kind of panicked to
see my cock, and asked who I was. I apologized and stopped, of course,
but I figured you ought to explain it."
John said, "Thanks, Tom, thanks." Then he realized something. "So the
delirium's going too!"
Jason
was the only one Katy had ever agreed to have sex with. So he went back
to inseminating her as often as he could manage. His father stopped his
efforts, and they stopped inviting other men in. But Katy's fever
started rising again and she slipped towards delirium once more. It
seemed that whatever was helping Katy, Jason couldn't provide it all by
himself.
They told Katy that other men were going to have sex
with her, and she didn't object when they explained they thought it was
saving her life. But the first time one mounted her, she started
sobbing.
Clara had been of little help in this mass insemination
project, but she came up with the solution to this problem. They hung a
heavy curtain in the middle of Katy's room, with her head on one side
of it and her vagina on the other. The plan was that John or Clara or
Jason would sit on the head side and hold her hand and comfort her. But
when it was Jason's turn, she cried and told him to go away, and he was
very hurt. Clara talked with her a while and coaxed out of her that she
liked to imagine it was Jason on the other side of the curtain who was
sliding into her instead of some stranger, and she couldn't do that if
he was right there beside her.
Men kept arriving and having sex
with poor Katy -- unlucky for being an IUS girl, lucky for surviving as
long as she had, and unlucky that the price of survival seemed to be
playing sperm receptacle.
Katy's father was holding her hand as
another man mounted her below the curtain. "Gee, he's got a little
one," she said. John opened his mouth so speak but closed it again. The
'little one' she felt in her pussy got littler and soon slid out.
"Katy,"
her father explained after he had left, "It's better not to talk about
how the penises feel. Guys don't like to hear anyone say their penis is
little."
Several days had passed, and Katy was feeling quite a bit better.
Part
of caring for patients was periodically licking their pee hole so they
could relieve themselves. Katy didn't need that, of course. In her
delirium she just peed into diapers, and since she had become lucid she
asked for a bedpan.
It was 3am. Her mother put the bedpan under her.
"OK, sweetie," she said. Nothing came out. They waited. "Is something
wrong?"
"I had trouble last time -- had to concentrate, but this time nothing's
coming out."
"Oh,"
said her mother, wondering how they were going to deal with this.
Catheterization was a very risky procedure in normal people, as it
often triggered the bloody kidney disease.
A strange idea came to her. "I'll be right back," she said.
"OK, but I'm so full it hurts," she said.
Clara hurried down the hall.
"John," she said. "Wake up."
"Huh?" he rolled over sleepily.
"Katy can't pee. You don't suppose..."
John
was too sleepy to make the connection right away. Then he sat up
straight. "I don't know, but there's no reason not to find out!"
He got out of bed, then stopped. "Jason, can we find Jason? If it's
what we think, he's the one who should have the honor."
While John woke the boy up, Clara cleaned the girl's privates once more.
The sleepy big brother trudged in.
"Hi, Katy, how's it going?" he said.
"Pretty much OK," she said. "But I really have to pee."
Jason smiled and squeezed her hand, then went around behind the blanket.
Spreading
her legs, he lowered his face to her red and rather beaten up pussy
lips. Her whole genital region had been getting far more of a workout
than it was designed for at age seven.
He gently spread her
outer and inner lips and lowered his face further. He touched her
little pee hole with his tongue. Nothing happened for a second. Then
suddenly a veritable geyser of pee sprayed all over his tongue and
mouth and chin. It splattered into his eyes and up his nose.
Lifting his face quickly, he stared in wonder as the girl's full
bladder emptied.
"Oh, that feels so good!" Katy said. "Did you just -- lick me?"
Wiping his face on his sleeve, he went around the blanket. "Yup!" he
said with a grin.
"Oh," said Katy. "Like it works with the rest of you?"
Jason nodded.
"Is it going to stay that way?"
"I don't know, but it feels like a good sign," he said, wiping his face
more thoroughly with a tissue.
Katy
sighed. "Does that mean I'll have to get guys to help me pee now? I
won't be able to just do it myself any more?" She was on the verge of
whining.
"Maybe," said Jason, but then he felt some indignation.
"Under the circumstances I think that would be a rather minor
complaint!"
"I guess so," said Katy, giggling.
To hear Katy giggle was a joyous sound to Jason, and he started crying
out loud.
"What? What is it?" she asked.
"I don't know," he managed, "but you giggled. I'm thinking maybe you
really are going to get better!"
"Yeah, I guess," she said. Then with a brighter tone, "You really think
so?"
Anecdotal
evidence is highly suspect, but sometimes it only takes one case to get
the full attention of the scientific community.
The survival
rate for an IUS girl once the labial itch and fever began was zero
percent. Now, there was the possibility of a misdiagnosis. The disease
itself was invariably fatal, but it could be some other illness with
similar symptoms. However there was one very telling aspect to Katy's
survival. She lost her IUS symptom and now was normal in requiring help
to pee!
It was a news story of considerable interest, but the
titillation factor was even greater. Jokes about screwing your little
sister for her health flashed across the web.
The family's
privacy didn't last long. It didn't take an enterprising reporter long
to find them. Yet somehow the names of the men from outside the family
were not revealed -- the many men who had contributed their semen to
the cause by ejaculating in the young girl's vagina.
Among friends and neighbors, people kept their ribald comments to
themselves.
Both
children endured some taunting. Katy's peers were too young for sexual
innuendo to interest them so much, but the older boys taunted her.
Jason endured a lot of ribbing, but with help from his father he soon
spun the situation to his advantage. He entered the fray as a guy who
had gotten a hell of a lot more tail than any of the other 13-year-olds
and became someone to envy, not ridicule.
Katy's
survival raised hope for the families of IUS girls, but also an
enormous dilemma. Many families wouldn't consider letting their girl do
what Katy had done -- they felt it was against all standards of human
decency. In some cases the girl herself had no interest whatsoever when
her treatment plan was explained.
But plenty of families set up
their young IUS daughters with frequent sex. They started at different
ages. Most found a sexual partner from outside the family. Sometimes it
was a boy, sometimes an adolescent, sometimes a man.
However, even with frequent sex from a young age, the success rate
never went above 30%.
No
one had any idea what sort of sex the new Katy might require. Perhaps
she was cured and any sexual relations she had were irrelevant to her
health.
Having nothing else to go on, Katy and Jason went back
to daily sex because it was comfortable and familiar. But Katy no
longer tried to stay awake until Jason came in. Instead he slid into
bed against the soft, warm, peaceful girl. She was usually happy to
wake up to appreciate Jason's sexual attentions fully. She was eager to
help him enjoy to the fullest this act that had saved her life.
Occasionally she just had him do it to her with a sleepy smile.
Sometimes if she was feeling lively she had him do it to her in the
morning too.