Our father moved the family back to Our Town, the place he had grown up, in 1938, four years before I was born and the very year my sister Joy was born. This was where he grew up and he had family there, his mother's family, the Nelsons. The place he chose for us to settle down was a couple of miles out west of town on a small country road, in the general direction of his four Nelson uncle's farms. Father was a trucker, a long distance truck driver hauling loads from coast to coast, away from home for weeks at a time, and he explained to his family that he wanted family help nearby in case needed while he was out on the road.

At the time of the move in 1938, none of my siblings had married yet. John, my oldest brother, was 21, Everett was 17, Jay was 16, and the youngest then, Ken, was 15, all of them working with our father by then. Jayne, my oldest sister and future mother of Lexi, was 12 while Mary was 8 and Fran was only 4 years old at the time. The large Nelson family provided plenty of playmates for my sisters.

Compared to us, the Nelsons were surviving the Great Depression relatively affluent. Grandpa Nelson had homesteaded several thousand acres which he had divided up among the four sons who had remained with him. In 1938, Grandpa and Grandma Nelson, the parents of our father's mother Sally Nelson, were living with his oldest son and namesake Uncle Jesse and his wife Aunt Nattie. Nearby were the farms of Uncle Hubbard and Aunt Clemmie, Uncle Claude and Aunt Mazie, and Uncle Clifford and Aunt Margery. In addition two of Grandpa Nelson's daughters, Aunt Donie and Aunt Stella lived nearby with their families. I won't try to tally all of these four uncles' children but by the end of the war, the time when my long term memory begins kicking in, these four uncles had a total of 16 sons plus 5 more sons belonging to the two aunts living at home or nearby with families of their own, as well as a like number of daughters, living at home or married with families of their own. The Nelsons were a very large clan.

Growing up, our father Joe had been the youngest of 7 children, 3 sons and 4 daughters, born to his parents, Sally Nelson and her husband James, my namesake. Several of these had also stayed within the vicinity of Our Town, adding to the size of our family there. Joe, our father, began trucking, a fairly new industry at that time, at an early age, and in his travels he met and married Laura Miller, the daughter of a fire-breathing Baptist preacher, in 1916 and the young couple settled near her preacher father's farm to begin raising their family. They lived there until father moved the family back to Our Town in 1938.


It wasn't until about 25 years ago that I learned what Paul Harvey used to call on his radio show, "The Rest of the Story," from a number of elderly Nelson cousins. Having grown up around the Nelsons, I was already well aware of aspects of the Nelson culture, but until these old cousins filled me in I had no idea of the extent of our involvement in their culture.

I will get into the Nelson culture more below, but the signifying aspect of the culture was its open and permissive sexuality. For years, I found this confusing, baffling, really, because you will never meet a more religious family. These people, the Nelsons, lived and breathed their Bible, they were fundamentalist Christians through and through, and yet fucking was as common to them as hugging is to many families. The men and boys fucked everyone: moms, sisters, sisters-in-law, cousins, even their own children, without guilt or remorse. We grow up so accustomed to sex being associated religiously with sinfulness that the Nelson culture was, to say the least, completely baffling considering their almost extreme religiosity.

It wasn't until I recently stumbled upon an academic book that I have begun to gain some understanding of how such a fundamentalist family as the Nelsons could have such an attitude toward sex and sexuality. The book, Purity in America, stems from the dissertation of David J. Pivar in 1973 and includes a listing of the research material used in constructing his dissertation and the book.

The very existence of the book is somewhat amazing because this is the kind of material which gets purged from society as morality changes. Morality is and always has been a function of time and circumstance, and each time morality changes to adapt to new circumstances, the earlier morality gets purged from the system and we are told this current version is the way things have always been from the beginning of time, the very morality passed down to us from God Himself. That's the way it works. But the morality of today has little in common with that which existed in the 1800s, particularly in the vast, thinly populated Great Plains and prairies of America.

This can easiest be demonstrated in the concept of a legal age of consent, a concept that didn't exist until after the Second Great Awakening of the early 1800s. Prior to that, the punishment for a man caught fucking a 5- or 6-year old girl was assault, the same punishment he would get for punching someone in the face. If the child didn't complain and there was no evidence of physical harm, then there was neither a crime nor punishment meted out. This was true throughout America (as well as Europe, for that matter).

Laws establishing the legal age of consent began along the east coast and by 1886 most eastern states had established the age at 10 years old, except for Virginia which had no age of consent until about 1900. (It remained 7 years old in the state of Delaware until after 1900, and this was due to economics. Men traveled from far and wide coming to Delaware in order to fuck little 7-year old girls, and the state didn't want to lose the revenue the men brought with them.)

However, neither the Midwestern States nor any of the land west of the Mississippi River had any legal age of consent until well past 1886, and there was good reason for this. Pioneers were trying to get their farms and ranches established, and that required children, particularly boys who could help their father work the farm.

Morality always adapts to time and circumstances, and consequently daughters were treated in a manner today's society would find reprehensible. Little girls existed for men to fuck and impregnate as soon and as often as possible. Sons were needed, and the only real value of a daughter was to produce male progeny who could be put to working the fields.

American pioneers were highly religious, God-fearing people, much more so than even the most fundamental of Christians today. They would never dream of offending their God. But they read their Bible closely, and as it always does, the Bible provided answers for their needs for sons. The children of Adam and Eve fucked each other, brothers fucking sisters; that's how the world came to be populated in the first place. When the Great Flood destroyed everyone but Noah and his family, how did the world repopulate? From Noah fucking his daughters and his sons fucking their sisters. Little Sarah was no more than 5 years old when Abraham married and began fucking her. On and on, the Bible is replete with stories like these, stories which were pleasing to God who commanded his people over and over to go forth and multiply, and the Bible states explicitly that the sole purpose of girls is to serve and pleasure man. These are biblical verses which aren't focused on today, but they were the focus of attention to these early settlers.

An example is the Scandinavian families who settled Minnesota and the Dakotas. America's great resource was land, and these families staked claim to thousands of acres. But holding the land required the manpower of growing families. We have a difficult time today believing this could be true - in fact, I doubt even 10% of the country would accept that it's true even when confronted with the irrefutable facts of its truth - but barely a century ago it was absolutely acceptable practice for fathers to fuck their own daughters, both for pleasure and for progeny. And we are not talking about heathens or barbarians; we are talking about salt of the earth, God-fearing Christians.

Whether it was an isolated event or general practice I'm not sure, but I found a story of Scandinavian families who swapped daughters with neighbors on the understanding that the first male child born to the little girl would belong to the girl's father. With assistance from the mother, a father would open and fuck his daughter with his man-cock when she was 6 or 7 because it would be rude to carry the little girl to a neighbor and have her bleed and ruin the man's bedding when he stuck his man-sized cock into her. A father who became infatuated with one of his little daughters might keep her as a kind of second wife, letting her bear his children. These things were accepted behavior in this society of highly religious, God-fearing people, strange and bazaar as it might seem to us now, but now times have changed and so has the morality.


Jesse Elijah Nelson whom we knew as Grandpa Nelson along with his wife Maude grew up during these times on the Great Plains. When the state established the legal age of consent to be 10 years old, he abided by it. His own daughters were past 10 by then, but he taught his sons not to open and fuck their daughters until their 10th birthday. When the state increased the age to 15 in the 1900s, he considered it silly political tomfoolery which made no sense and so he paid no attention to it. Over time, a Nelson girl's 10th birthday came to be a big event attended by the entire family in which the girl got the best presents of her life along with being passed around from one Nelson man to the next to receive her fucking.

My sister Joy's 10th birthday party is the only one in my family I have a memory of. She turned 10 when I was 7, and her Nelson birthday party was held at the home of Uncle Jesse and Aunt Nattie. Her biggest present was the fanciest brand new Schwinn bicycle I had ever seen, and my jealousy was unbounded. After cake, Uncle Jesse carried her into the living room where the old uncles and some of the older cousins were seated, and after taking off her panties he sat her down on his cock and fucked her, still in her pretty birthday dress. Then he passed her to Uncle Hubbard for him to fuck, and on around the room. It was a fun event with lots of laughing and joking as the wives came and went while the men were passing a giggling, laughing Joy around the room.

A little later, the younger men carried Joy up to one of the big upstairs bedrooms where they all got naked and gave it to her good, making her orgasm so many times she fell asleep. When she awoke, she redressed and came downstairs where a few of the old uncles gave her one last poke before we headed back home, her riding her shiny new Schwinn bike and me on my same old rattily bike, wishing I was a girl so I could get new bike like Joy's.

That's the way it was, and I guarantee that any one of these Nelson men could have flopped open his Bible and shown you scripture and verse to prove they were doing God's Will. These things I knew about because they happened within my lifetime, but it wasn't until I was 50 years old and most of my siblings were already dead that I learned the entire story from some of our Nelson cousins.


When I was around 50 years old, Darlene, the daughter of one of the Nelson cousins, Hubert, who lived near Portland, Oregon came to visit her younger sister Doris who lived about 150 miles from me at the time, and I drove over to Doris's house one Saturday morning while Darlene was there to visit with them. At the time, Darlene was about 65 and Doris was some 3 years younger, around 62, so they knew much more about the early times than me, and I loved hearing them reminisce about the old days. Darlene and Doris were my generation, but like my older siblings they had been born before the Depression so the span of a generation lay between our ages.

At noon, we had a nice lunch with a bottle of wine, and as the afternoon wore on the two ladies continued enjoying their wine. I think that explains why they began telling me the complete story of the Nelson family, something no one in my family had ever heard before, and of that I am dead certain. It all began when Darlene, with a wicked twinkle in her eye, leaned toward me and said, "I bet you don't know that our daddy raped your mother." I was shocked and amazed, and as the evening wore on these two slightly tipsy cousins drew great enjoyment from continuing to shock me with stories no one in my family had ever heard before. I returned home the next morning when the two ladies went to church, and that afternoon I went to see Daphne, the daughter of James Harvey, another of the Nelson men, who lived not far from me to verify what Darlene and Doris had told me. (James Harvey - we called him by a double name to distinguish him from Uncle Harvey.) Even though Daphne confirmed everything Hubert's daughters had said, I still found myself wanting more confirmation and made a special trip up to Idaho to talk to two daughters of Cliff Nelson (son of Uncle Clifford), Margie and Charlene, who also verified the stories down to the last detail and added stories of their own which also shocked me.

[Let me add a side story here, before I forget it: One time Margie caught me red-handed out in their barn when I was 16, lying on my back with Margie's daughter, pretty little 10-year old Amanda, on top of me fucking my cock. I thought I was dead on the spot but Margie just laughed and kept going. Nothing was ever said about it.]

That we, particularly Joy and I, never knew this other side of our mother is, I think, understandable. To our mother, daughter of a hellfire-and-damnation Baptist preacher, anything and everything having to do with sex was off-limits for discussion. She changed after we moved back to Our Town in 1938, I know that now, but her demeanor never changed, the habits drummed into her as the child of her preacher father. My older brothers whom I now know fucked bunches of Nelson girls and women, chose never to talk about it, in my presence, at any rate, I think out of an imbued sense of guilt, imbued by our mother's piety. My sisters, except for Joy, are the products of their mother. Things that happened to them in their youth they chose to suppress, even in their own minds, I think. It's as if the 10th birthday party of Fran, the only sister still living, never happened even though Joy was there and told me all about it. My oldest sister, the vain, gorgeous Jayne, was 12 in 1938 when the family arrived, and the Nelson men wooed her and bought her pretty things until she allowed them to take off her panties and fuck her. Nobody ever said anything about that until I heard it from Darlene and Doris when I was 50.


Jesse Elijah Nelson, Grandpa Nelson as we knew him, would come in from the fields, get washed up and then sit in his big rocking chair on the front porch as Maude, Grandma Nelson, finished preparing the evening meal. He liked for his little girls to be all cleaned up and pretty when he got home so they could join him around his front porch rocker. He would laugh as he lifted little 8-year old Donie up into his lap, squirming and giggling as he tickled her while 5-year old Stella and 3-year old Sally, my grandmother, stood laughing and bouncing with excitement as they watched. It would be another year before his youngest daughter Doris was born. (Donie was short for Ladonia - I have no idea where some of these names came from.)

After tickling and wrestling with the giggling girl a few minutes, he would stand her on her knees, one to each of his sides in the big rocker, to look her over. "Daddy's big, pretty girl," he would say, pulling her face closer to kiss her lips. Reaching under her dress, he would cup his hand around her bare pussy mound and ask, "Who does this belong to?" giving her little pussy a squeeze. (The year would have been about 1876 and little girls often went without underwear in those days, particularly out on plains farms.) Giggling and twisting her hips for him, a coquettish look in her face, Donie would answer, "My daddy!" and burst out laughing.

"That's my good girl!" he would laugh, pulling his finger up into her slit to feel the warm wetness inside and begin masturbating her. Once he had her good and wet, he would worm his finger up into her pussy hole, asking, "How far can you stick your finger inside, sweetie?" "This far, daddy," Donie would answer, showing her full middle finger.

"Oh, you can't either," he would laugh. "Show me."

"Uh-huh, I can, daddy," Donie would say, "Watch me," and with her father holding up her skirt she inserted the finger into her pussy hole and began fucking it. "See, daddy?" she asked.

"Wow, you're getting to be a really big girl," he would laugh, pulling her hand away so his finger could resume fucking in and out to the first joint as his wet thumb begins rubbing over her firm little clit. "Want to show daddy how good you can cum?" he asked,masturbating the little girl faster. "Do you want to cum for daddy?"

"Yeah!" Donie would squeal, hips moving with the finger, big eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Okay then," he would laugh, bringing his other hand up under the back of her dress to hold her butt cheeks in place as his fingers pumped the little girl fast. "Show daddy what you can do."

In moments the little girl began to flush redder, breathing hard as she felt her orgasm rising. "She's about to cum," cried an excited Stella, hanging to the arm of the rocker as she watched with glee. Donie's back would suddenly go taunt, her head laid back showing neck muscles while her fingers gripped hard into Jesse's shoulders. "She's cumming!" little Stella would squeal just as a loud "Ah-h-h" came from deep inside Donie's throat.

"Show daddy!" her father would say, working her harder. "Cum big for daddy." Shaking before the next spasm seized her up into another groaning pleasure, 8-year old Donie orgasmed through wave after wave of big girl spasms before collapsing down into his lap. "Good girl," he said, fingers brushing back the damp hair from her forehead.

After the evening meal, Jesse would lead the kids into the living room for their evening scripture reading while Maude cleaned up the kitchen. Following the scripture reading, he led the kids back into the kitchen as Maude was finishing up. Sitting at a kitchen chair, he motioned for 10-year old Hubbard, saying, "Come here, boy." Undoing the boy's overalls, he let them drop, exposing his bare crotch. "Let me get a look at you," he said, his thumb and finger tugging at Hubbard's pecker, making it grow stiff. "Look at this, Donie," he would say, holding the thin 4-inch pecker out for her to see. "Give it a feel." He watched as the little girl's fingers felt over the hard pecker. "Think it will fit inside your pussy hole?" he asked her.

"I dunno," Donie answered shyly.

"See if it will when you kids go to bed tonight," he said, and looking up at Hubbard added, "Now don't you go hurting her, son. Let her get on top and see if it will go inside. If it does, good; if it doesn't you'll just have to wait a while longer." Looking at Donie he asked, "Is that okay with you, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, daddy," Donie answered, starting to get excited at the prospect.

"Good girl," he said, standing up. "Now let's give you kids' momma some pleasure, okay?" he said, bending Maude over the kitchen table and throwing her skirts up over her back. "Undo daddy's pants for him, Stella," he said. "You boys get your momma's drawers down for her. The kids loved this part, watching their father's big, throbbing man-cock came into view and seeing their mother's puffy gash of a pussy. "Let's get her good and wet first," he said, rubbing his finger up and down inside the wet slit. "You boys never want to stick a woman until she's ready," he said to the boys as his big, rough finger fucked into her pussy hole while he tugged on his big cock. "Now you kids watch," he said, guiding the head of the cock into her pussy before thrusting it into her. The kids loved hearing their mother gasp with pleasure at the feel of the thick, long cock slamming into her, and they squealed and jumped with joy when their mother began her orgasm.


By the time Grandpa Nelson's daughters Sally, our father's mother, and his youngest daughter Doris came of age for fucking his man-cock, his older sons were already fucking them along with Donie and Stella. As soon as the boys reached puberty, they also began helping with the fucking of their mother after scripture reading.

Hubbard was first to marry, marrying a young, pretty schoolteacher known as Clemmie, short for Clementine, who had come to teach at a nearby community school, and Grandpa Nelson carved out a 100-acre parcel from his farm on which he paid for a house to be built as a wedding gift for Hubbard and Clemmie. Once the newlyweds were settled into their new home, Grandpa Nelson went to visit them so that Hubbard could hold Claire down while Grandpa Nelson fucked her. Sweet, young Clemmie was shocked and upset by this, but she had come down from Missouri to make her life and didn't want to go back home to her parents so she stayed and listened to Hubbard and Grandpa Nelson explain to her God's plan for women. Then Hubbard's brothers came by, and again Hubbard held Clemmie down for them to take turns fucking, and as all the Nelson men continued to fuck her, Clemmie settled down into the Nelson culture.

Claude was next to marry, marrying a cute little 15-year old neighbor's daughter named Mazie, and Grandpa Nelson duplicated the gift he had given Hubbard and Clemmie. When Grandpa Nelson and the brothers began showing up, young Mazie had no trouble adapting to the Nelson culture. She enjoyed having all the grown men fucking her.


When my grandmother Sally married James, Grandpa Nelson went to have a good long talk with James, explaining God's intention for women. James asked Sally if this was her belief as well, and when she said yes, he too accepted the Nelson culture, and it wasn't long before he was making regular visits to all his new sisters-in-law, taking time to give Grandma Maude an occasional poke. For James, acceptance of the Nelson culture was quite pleasurable.

Sallie and James had 7 kids, first Harvey, whom we called Uncle Harve, followed by 4 girls, Clara, Maggie, Cora, and Stella, before two more sons, Jesse, named after his grandfather, and finally Joe, our father. By this time, these 10th birthday parties for daughters had become family events attended by all the uncles and aunts and their families. The birthday routine, following cake and gifts, was for the father to fuck his daughter first, and then hand her off to Grandpa Nelson as long as he was able, then to each of the uncles and uncles-in-law followed later by the girl's first cousins. After the birthday, anyone man who wanted could fuck the girl whenever they wanted, and a tradition developed that following the birthday each of the uncles and aunts would bring the girl home to sleep with them for a few days to get better acquainted with the girl as well as to help the girl find pleasure in fucking.


This was the culture into which our father Joe was born and grew up. When it came time for him to marry, he chose a pretty 16-year old girl named Laura, a preacher's daughter from a county a couple of hundred miles from Our Town, which is where they settled and began our family, next to Laura's fire and brimstone Baptist preacher father. Knowing the religious convictions toward the sinfulness of sex his wife had inherited from her father, our father chose to keep a distance between his new family and that of his mother's, the Nelsons. This lasted for the first two decades of their marriage, and then father came up with a plan to bring his family home to the Nelsons.

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