simply take what they want and do what they will without much consideration of others or the trouble they may cause. They are more frequently than not the products of permissive homes. In the area of sex they are frequently quite promiscuous and indulge in sexual activities without remorse or inhibition.
Frances shows signs of becoming, like her mother, a psychopath, or, to use the more recent terminology, a sociopath. She will lie and maneuver in order to secure sexual gratification. It does not disturb her that the form of sex she prefers is deviated; she indulges in it purely for the pleasure it gives her at the moment. She does not think beyond the moment to the further consequences.
In addition to the element of psychopathy in this case, there is the further aspect of incest. Frances prefers to be given an enema by her mother, something which she finds very gratifying, or to submit to anal intercourse with her brother, rather than to indulge in either activity with someone not of her family. Between the three children and the mother there is an unwholesome and unhealthy bond of sexual indulgence which will make future relationships with other persons difficult. Since psychopaths are lost souls, so to Speak, beyond hope of cure, very little can be hoped for in the case of Frances and her mother. It is by no means evident, however, that Don and Jane are psychopathic. Indeed, they show every sign of being horrified by the sexual activities of their mother and sister. Consequently, they may escape, but only if they are removed from the home situation.
There is, finally, the importance of enemas in anal eroticism, and the fact that they are the chief reason for this form of sexual activity. This is most certainly the case here.
Young people do not pass through the various stages of development at an even rate, and most will become very mature in certain areas and remain regressive in others. This is essentially what happens where sex deviation is concerned. The young person who becomes a deviate may also be highly responsible, morally speaking, an excellent student, a star athlete, and socially very popular. In the area of sexual activity, however, he will still be a child, very possibly permanently so.
It can work as well the other way around. Many young people are entirely “normal” sexually, but they may be very egoistic and irresponsible, poor students, and physically and socially underdeveloped. The deviate is consequently not a degenerate or pervert, and, indeed, his regressive sexual preferences may have little or nothing to do with achievements in other areas, unless it is in the positive way of spurring him on to higher goals to compensate for what society frowns upon in him.
Anal eroticism is among the less common deviations, and remains under the ban of social disapproval, even since the beginning of the “sexual revolution.” Consequently, those who have these preferences remain very reticent, and it is difficult to get accurate information. Only the occasional case, here and there, reveals it, although the probability that it is reasonably widespread is high, in view of the fact that anal sex is very common among children, as we have seen.
Analism is chiefly a form of masturbation, often involving narcissism, the girl's fascination with the beauty of her own naked buttocks, or partial-ism, a fascination with buttocks in general, coupled with a desire for penetration in that region. The visual and tactile elements are intertwined.
The enema is a highly erotic form of medical treatment and the apparatus is particularly stimulating to the person with anal tendencies. The dark red-rubber bag or hot water bottle, bulging with water, the long tube which leads from it, culminating either in a black nozzle or, more titillating, a soft rubber colon tube. Even the most insignificant details are important. Like other regressive types, the anal erotic is obsessive and compulsive. Ritual is important. The girl wants to repeat the first time, wants each subsequent occasion to be as much like the first as possible. If she was given an enema with a fountain syringe and tube in the bathroom, she wants only a fountain syringe. If she was dressed at the time and had to pull up her skirt and take down her panties, she must repeat that. If she had to lie down on the rug on the floor or bend over, she must repeat that. What her mother or the mother substitute says is important, too. She wants to be told to bend down, to be told that she must bend down further if she is not bending enough. If her mother was stern, then she wants her to be stern again. If she was gentle, she wants that.
Whether the first experience of an enema was painful or pleasant makes little difference. It often imprints itself deep in the mind of the young person; it becomes a focal experience of considerable importance to him, an experience which he wants repeated.
Frances had several experiences in anal intercourse both before and after her seduction of her brother. One of them happened when the auburn-haired, well-developed girl had just turned twelve.
“One time I was upstairs in the attic with this boy. His name was Billy, and we were fooling around in the trunks up there. We got started talking about sex, or rather I got us talking about it, and I asked him if he'd ever done it with another boy. He got this funny look on his face and said he had.
“'What's it like?' I asked. 'Is it nice?'
“'Uh-huh. You wanna try it?'
“ 'Do you wanna?'
“ 'Okay,' he said.
“'All right. What have I got to do?' I asked.
“'Take down your slacks and lie down.'
“'You take yours down first,' I demanded.
“'Well, all right,' he said.
“He acted embarrassed, hesitated a minute, then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and took them down, and then he took down his shorts. It was the first time I'd seen a boy's wienie and I was curious… well, not the first time.
“'If we fuck, do you put that in me?' I asked.
“'Yes,' he said in this hoarse voice.
“'Won't it hurt?'
“'No, it'll feel good. Go ahead and get undressed.' I undressed.
“I really wanted to try it now, so I took down my slacks and panties and then I lay down on the floor on my tummy like he told me to. He got down on top of me, and he was really heavy, too.
“'Can you get it in?' I whispered.
“'I'm trying,' he said.
“I felt it between my cheeks, sticking in the crack, but he couldn't find the hole. I reached back and tried to find it, but I couldn't either.
“Then we heard the door slam downstairs. Our folks had come home, and we got scared and got up and got dressed again. It was a good thing, too, because my aunt came right upstairs to the attic to see what we were doing, and we were just looking at the stuff in the trunk.
“That night they all went out to a dance or party or something and left us two kids home. It was sort of late when they left and we'd both gone to bed. After they were gone, I got up and sneaked into Billy's room.
“'Is that you, Fran?' he said.
“'Uh-huh…You wanna try it again?'
“'Yeah,' he said.
“We pulled the shades down and turned on the light. Then I pulled up my nightie and lay down on the bed on my tummy and he took down his pants and lay down on top of me. He got his dick in the crack like before, but he couldn't find the hole, and I couldn't either. I said, 'Maybe you can get it in if I bend over.'
“He said, 'Okay, let's try it,' so I stood up, held my nightie way up high, and stooped down. It really felt funny doing that, and I could see my bare ass in the mirror, all round and white, and, boy, that really got me excited. It was really something when I saw his wienie going in between my cheeks. I really bent down with my head on my arms on the bed, and my knees bent and everything, and he said he could see my asshole. So I reached back with my hand and guided his dick right to it, and he pushed. I could feel him pushing. But it didn't go in. He pushed and pushed, and it hurt a little, not much, but a little. But it didn't go in.
“Then he said, 'Maybe I ought to put some vaseline or something on it.' So I went to the bathroom and found some vaseline in the medicine cabinet and we rubbed some of that on his dong and I reached back with my finger and rubbed some of it around my asshole.
“Boy, this time was different! I bent down again, right in the bathroom, and he pushed the head of his dong against my asshole. This time we spread my cheeks apart; he pulled one cheek and I the other. He could really see my asshole now. And when he pushed, I felt my ass open up and the head of his dong went in and the whole thing
