Blocked by Amazon

My last short story, Butcher And Baker, isn't available on Amazon, but if you want to read it, it's available on Smashwords. I did submit it to Amazon, but it appears it violates their guidelines, possibly because of the incest, so they blocked it. It's fiction, it doesn't exhort anyone to go out and commit incest, and the characters are adults in their fifties. There are plenty of other stories about incest available on Amazon, and at least one with very graphic details, which I won't name, in case Amazon decide to block that too. It seems unlikely that Amazon will block someone as well known as Georges Bataille, whose My Mother includes sex between a boy and his mother, among others, so I'll mention that one. There's murder on Amazon, which is apparently okay, and rape, which is fine. Not even Smashwords would touch Billy And Rosie, which my lovely friend billierosie posted on her blog. It's the story of two children exploring sex. It's gentle, and lots of children have done that kind of thing. Sorry, you aren't allowed to read about it. At least Smashwords will let you read about two ageing siblings having loving and consensual sex. Here's a fairly tame extract.

 

Extract

I watched him get out of bed, and I thought he did a better job of it than I had, with hardly any sitting on the edge of the bed retching before he stood up. He was starkers, and for a bloke in his fifties, pretty hot, with a nice tight bum and smooth skin.

The last time I’d seen him naked, we were both still at home, sharing a bedroom. I was sixteen, and he was fourteen, so mostly we were a bit careful about getting dressed and undressed and so on. I must have been moving quietly, or maybe he was too preoccupied to hear me, but I walked in and found him starkers, sitting on the edge of his bed with one of my 19s open on his knees, wanking to a picture of Marc Bolan. He half looked up, with glazed eyes, still wanking, then he made a funny noise and shuddered, spurting gouts of cum all over my magazine. Quite a day for firsts, really. The first erect cock I’d seen, the first boy wanking, the first cumshot, and the day I found out my little brother was gay. Or queer, as we called it then. I hadn’t seen Marc Bolan with cum on his face, either, but compared with the rest, that didn’t seem important.

“Sorry, Sis,” he panted.

“It’s okay. I’ve read it. You can keep it. Do you want a tissue?”

He nodded, holding up a sticky looking hand. “Are you going to tell Mum?”

“Course not.” I hoiked a tissue out of the box, wiped his hand, and held it out for him. “You can do Marc Bolan and your willie.”

“Thanks.”

I left him to it, and went off to wash my hands. They weren’t covered in cum, or anything, but I didn’t want to have to watch him cleaning up.

He was still starkers when I came back, but standing up, and although his willie was still a bit swollen, he didn’t have an erection any more. “Sorry, Sis.”

“It’s okay. Really. Did you enjoy it?”

He nodded. “I think Marc Bolan’s sexy.”

“Yeah. Me too.” I waited until he’d put a pair of pants on, then I gave him a little kiss, but that was the last time I’d seen him starkers. I left home a couple of months later.

When he came back from the loo, I got to see his cock again, too, and it had the same half swollen look as the last time, forty years before, but I didn’t think he’d been wanking. “You okay?” I asked.

“Yes. Hung over, but otherwise fine.” He slipped back into bed, and shuffled over a bit so that he was close enough to kiss the end of my nose again.

“That’s nice. You did it last night, too. Thanks for yesterday.”