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This is a very personal document. It is an autobiography. Maryon Swelt is a very real person, and she has written her very own very real story, just as it happened to her. This is not a work of fiction.
In the several letters we have exchanged with Miss Swelt since we received the manuscript of He Seduced His Little Sister, she has made her thoughts and her motives quite clear to us.
We have taken the liberty of quoting some of her comments from some of her personal letters so Miss Swelt’s aims will also be clear to you, the reader. Miss Swelt has written:
“It was not easy for me to write this book, dealing as it does with some of the most intimate passages of my life. It was … and still is … embarrassing to recall these frighteningly-exciting sometimes shameful times of my sexual awakening.
“In the past decade the morals of our citizens have gone through strange and drastic changes … and I have grown with them in the same manner … to a golden realization that the world of sexual experience is a great, expanding globe whose pleasurable horizons can never quite–hopefully–be reached.
“In the hopes that repressed persons may read, learn, as I have, I have attempted to record my sex experiences.”
Maryon had always adored her brother Michael, five years her senior. Almost as soon as she’d been able to toddle she’d taken to following him around, a habit about which he’d had mixed feelings, finding her devotion flattering on the one hand and a pain in the ass on the other. The Swelts were not a very close family at any time–Burt had long since found Lois, his wife of an early-aged marriage, something of a bore, and she, him, a bore. Their attitudes, carefully unvoiced in front of the children, nonetheless were sensed by them, so that Mike and his sister unconsciously drew more companionship and the sustenance of reassurance from each other than might ordinarily have been the case.
Burt spent more and more time as the years sped by in ‘afterhours’ development of his sales. He worked on commission for the Metropolis’ Lincoln dealer, often working through Saturdays to demonstrate an auto to one of his special customers, one of those who regularly traded-in each model year. The fact that most of his clients seemed to be middle-aged women of means had once perturbed Lois and been the source of considerable friction between them, but by now she had accepted the position with–the rationalization that he was successful, and did provide a good enough income for his family. Lois had invented her own romantic notions of the world, using her medieval fantasy to explain to herself why she had no right nor business to go poking her nose into the ‘man’s world’ which existed merely to provide ‘ladies’ with the means for their ease, comfort, and sustainment.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.