rcame the
poor parents; they seemed to think they were still under the influence
of some horrible dream, an idea which their children did their best to
foster, whilst they were delighted by the sight of their father's fine
prick stiffening again of itself, from the mere thought of having
enjoyed his daughter.

Presently Ethel and her brother glided noiselessly from the room, but
remained just outside the door to peep and listen. In a moment or two
Mr. Etheridge threw himself upon his wife in a perfect transport of
lust, exclaiming, "What a dream to fancy I've been fucking Ethel, and
what joys she gave me! I feel, dear, as randy as if I had been away
from you for six months!"

"How curious," sighed Mrs. Etheridge, "that I am also excited by having
been dreaming the same thing about dear Frank! Ah, how fine, stiff, and
hot your love of a prick is, my dear, and as moist as if you had really
had the girl. Put it into me quick, love, and I'll fancy you really are
Frank. I'm excited enough to do the real thing at this moment!"

"For shame, wife," responded Mr. Etheridge, "it's an awful sin even to
think about, and yet they do say the great Napoleon used to fuck his
own sisters and aunts, and considered he had a right to enjoy himself
as he pleased."

"Besides," continued Mrs. Etheridge, "there's the case of Lot and his
daughters, and no doubt they were thought quite as respectable as ever
by their acquaintances afterwards. In fact, they must have told about
it for Moses to have known how to write the tale, and he could not have
been very horrified at the incest, as he makes no mention of its being
discontinued by Lot when he found it out. And then, you know, the
ancient kings of Egypt always preferred to marry their mothers or
sisters."

Further remarks were stopped by the necessities of their amorous
combat, so brother and sister retired, fully satisfied that their
parents would soon be as easy as themselves with regard to incestuous
intercourse with their children.

Next day Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge appeared greatly distressed and hardly
able to look Frank and Ethel in the face, but in the course of a few
days this all wore off. Their equanimity returned, and whether owing to
the mysterious influence of mesmerism or otherwise, they afterwards
willingly enacted every species of licentiousness with their own
children.

One day Frank and Ethel related to their parents their experiences at
college and school. Mr. Etheri