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“Normal” is a frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the term “perverse”. What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person.
Among one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one’s back to others, in many Eskimo communities it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a guest.
Lorna Parker and her brother Ken outwardly appear to be two average middle-class Americans. Yet the two of them indulge in behavior that many others would consider abnormal; indeed, the two of them commit what, in many societies, is among the oldest taboos known to man. But who is to say whether either or both are normal or perverse?
HONEYMOON WITH SIS-a novel of major interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
When she heard him come through the front door, Lorna put out her cigarette. She squirmed on the bed, arranging the sheet so that it just covered her nipples, and then she waited. He’d be in here sooner or later, and when he arrived, she’d be ready. Lorna smiled.
“Hello, darling,” she said as he came into the bedroom. He was just taking off his shirt, and she loved the broad, lightly furred expanse of his chest. In her mind she was already fingering and sucking his tight male nipples, arousing him to readiness before her hand ever ventured south to the lump of his cock.
He stopped in the doorway. “Oh, my God,” he said. “What are you doing here?”
Lorna raised her eyebrows. “What am I doing?” she mimicked. “I think I’m lying in bed waiting for you,” and she smoothed the wrinkles in the sheet. “Is there something unusual? Am I wearing a purple wig or a fake nose or a gorilla mask, perhaps? It should be perfectly obvious to you what I’m doing, Ken.”
He made a half-turn. “This is too much, Lorna. Don’t you know when enough is enough? Get out of my bed and out of my apartment and-“
“And out of your life, darling? Is that what you were going to say?”