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Blake Bailey's biography of Philip Roth contains a brief encounter between Roth and his stepdaughter, Helen...
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In the online edition of *City Journal* on 23 April 2021, Lee Siegel reviewed Blake Bailey's biography of Philip Roth.
The review included a charming vignette from Philip Roth's novel "American Pastoral," a brief account of a promising yet unfulfilled encounter between Roth and his stepdaughter, Helen, Helen was then a ten-year-old fifth-grader, extremely articulate and well-informed, wholly unembarrassed and at ease in adult company.
The scene is worthy of being re-imagined for readers of *Torrid Tales of the Taboo*.
They had been at the beach for some hours and were driving homewards, Philip Roth in cotton beach shorts and a sleeveless summer shirt and Helen still in her damp swimsuit.
"I was squeezed up against him in my still-wet bathing suit," Helen recalled of that summer's day in 1960 many years later.
"Philip had stopped at a set of traffic signals when I dared to speak and make it happen. I dared him to kiss me. We kissed and from that kiss our two lives changed completely."
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Helen squeezed close to her stepfather and whispered in his ear, "Kiss me, Philip. Kiss me the way you kiss mother."
Philip obliged unhesitatingly and without thinking. Their lips met and their tongues entwined; soon Philip was in a state of delirium, embarrassed to be well aware of the immediate stiffening of his penis in his cotton beach shorts. Glancing down, Helen was aware of it too; pulling her mouth from Philip's, she giggled and extended a tentative questing finger.
The lights turned green and Philip drove a short distance to a parking area. No other cars, or people, were there.
Soon Philip was in a state of inarticulate ecstasy as the small digit began to caress his tumescent member.
Giggling louder, Helen grasped her stepfather's penis in her determined little fist before whispering again, "You stick this in my mother, don't you, Philip? I've heard you doing it with her lots of times and I've heard her moan your name. Sometimes you do it twice a night and sometimes you even do it in the mornings, too."
Philip could only nod, wordlessly.
"Would you like to put it in me, Philip? I know I'm only ten but I really like you very very much and I'd really like you to do it to me, I really would."
For a long minute, Philip was quite unable to speak, unwilling to believe his ears. His wife's daughter, a child of ten, a fifth-grader and an undoubted virgin was offering herself to him sexually, without a shadow of shame or embarrassment.
Helen continued speaking, her eyes shining with excitement. "We'd have to keep it a secret, Philip. We could do it lots of times without mother knowing."
Philip managed to find his voice at last. "Helen, darling. You're a child, just a kid! You couldn't take my cock in your little slit! You're much too young!"
Without a word, Helen's two hands sought Philip's penis and deftly brought it into the light. Her eyes aglow, she bent her head and, to Philip's amazement, commenced to kiss and lick. An agile hand found his scrotal sack and began to softly caress his testicles.
"Helen! Where on earth did you learn to do that? Who taught you?"
"A girl at summer camp told me all about it and how to do it. She does it with her cousin and her uncle, She says she's been doing it since she was six or seven."
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