Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2012 22:31:23 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #10'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc B-solo Bg cons)[10!24]

Story;'Cob 'n Pen #10'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc B-solo Bg cons)[10!24]

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Cob `n Pen #10

Summary: A brother and sister, Jacob (Cobby) and Penelope (Penny), recall
their first times in the 1930's, by way of a patchwork of letters to a kind
doctor who helped them out of a jam. Vignettes in this episode: Mount
Forest Depot; Pike Lake Crossroads Chicken Coop; Invitation Accepted.

>>>JACOB (Cobby)

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Dear Uncle Doctor:
From JACOB
Late August 1933

MOUNT FOREST DEPOT

I got mom's letter at Cainan Lake Camp, and it meant I had to leave early.

On the long 350 mile train ride back I took mom's letter out once more, and
nearly ripped it in two. She wrote that my darn dad had gone totally weird
yet again, and he ended up at the Hamilton Inebriate Asylum for chronic
mentals.

Those calls at Penny and me were going to start up again, `Your dad's a
loony!  Loony, loony, loony!'

It was hard enough to deal with dad's being gone and the societal sin of
his being crazy. But darn it, it also meant we had to quit the parsonage
next to the burned out church in Shallow Lake where I had been all my
life. The letter said I had to leave my old school buddies and attend a
stupid new school fifty miles across Grey County in Mount Forest. I had to
move to Old Aunt Elsa's and Cousin Max's farm out by Pike Lake Crossroads,
into a shack, a chicken coop!  Mom was to work overtime at the clinic and
my younger sister Penny would run the household.  I had to get a job after
school and take care of Penny, mom wrote. It wasn't fair! How could this
happen to me? To top it off, Penny scribbled a one liner about an `older
man' at the movies! What the hell did that mean? I pounded the glass of the
coach window, tears oozing down my face.

I sat alone on the train, my smelly laundry bagged up on the seat beside
me. To console myself when no one was watching, I moved a hand over my arms
and chest and thighs, made stronger at camp by my work hauling rocks and
repairing stone walls on the Stone Crew [Episode #8]. At least my body was
feeling good. Yeah! I had transformed and I was 13 now. My crazy red hair
was even bushier, and I was taller and fit from all the hard work. I wasn't
so scrawny, having added muscles to my lean build. My freckly body was
smooth other than red underarm tufts, a patch of scarlet pubes, and the
pink fuzz on my lower legs. My longish skinny cock was a little fatter than
a candle now. It swung when soft, and measured more than half of a 12 inch
ruler in length when hard. It was hard most of the time.

So I wanted to brag to the guys at my old school in Shallow Lake who said
there was no way I'd ever grow up. I wanted to walk the halls and into the
locker room and shower. I wanted to pop my muscles and show off my red pit
hairs.They'd see! But no, that would never happen now. And did my 10 year
old sister Penelope still have any interest in me, what with going out with
her `older man' and all? She and I had long since ended our shared tub
times together of course, though I never stopped hoping. Yet maybe her eyes
would bug out if I flexed my new biceps. That'd be worth something.
Thinking of my sister that way excited me, and also made me feel guilty and
angry. So I tried not to let it happen.

There I was rubbing myself through my trousers in time with the
clickety-clack of the rails. Soon, by sucking in my belly a bit, I slid my
hand into my pants to better massage my cock and balls. I pretended the
hand around my prick was some mysterious boy's, or a fair maiden's seeking
me out, enticing me by finger tip and fist. I'd never forget the naked
Stone Crew raid on the girls' cabin at camp when an older girl with bare
breasts grabbed me by my dangling penis. I could feel her fingers handle me
still. Sweaty and panting hard against the window glass, I tried to stifle
my staccato moans. With the roar of the train whistle going over a trestle,
I cried out. My very soul surged fluid again and again, giving the warm
stickiness up to the familiar grey fabric of my official Camp Cainan boxer
shorts. Great Mother! How I wanted to get off by a real girl's hand! Any
girl!


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At first there was no one to meet me when I got off the train at the Mount
Forest depot, but I spotted old Cousin Max waving his big hand out of the
`Max's Market' delivery truck. Then mom and I ran to each other.

"Jacob!" that familiar stranger called. "How much you've changed!"

There were my mother's eyes, big and dark and warm, yet seemingly
impenetrable. And then there was the smile, a wide, beautiful smile, which
I still remembered from her rare good times all those years ago. We hugged
and wiped away some tears. I was inches taller than mom now, looking down
on her surprisingly short and round figure, her exuberant curves and
crevices struggling as always to be free of her skirt and blouse. I shut my
eyes tight and just let her kisses and arms and lush body flow about me,
her fingers sampling and caressing, drawing me into her tempting spell.
There was the heat, taut and loose, the lifting and fitting closely
together.  The urge to rub myself against her was no less that day than
when I was a tiny boy [Episodes #2, #6]. She gripped my upper arms hard and
felt about my shoulders.

Mom sighed breathily, "You've gotten so long and sturdy!"

And I did so want to show myself off, I was now 13 after all! But I could
only stammer and blush and try to hide my inevitable hard on with the
laundry bag. I looked again at her face and it had that drawn, stripped
look that comes from sleepless nights. The spell that mom spun broke when I
heard a well-known scream, and turned to see Penny at the far end of the
train platform.

My younger sister was hand in hand with some high school kid in a Western
Union cap who straddled his bicycle for delivering telegrams. I saw right
away that he would have been a champ on our Camp Cainan Stone Crew, older
than me but shorter, obviously very well built and agile. From the distance
he looked me up and down while Penny pointed at me, her long lost big
brother back from summer camp and all. How lame! He nodded from afar and
gave a growing grin with dimples. I had seen him before at an away
wrestling event, very muscled so everyone turned to look -- I know I
did. This must be her `older man' at the movies [Episode #9]. Shit! A wave
and a wink and he took off effortlessly on his bike, no hands, sorting the
telegrams to be delivered and glancing back at me. It was clear that my
cute little sister reveled in the new found attention she got from that
damned local boy. She glowed.

"Cobby," she screamed. "That's Mickey! He took me to the movies this
summer!"

I felt numb; completely numb throughout my entire body. I hated him on the
spot. Baby snatcher!

"Why'd you do it?" my anguished cry drifted away with the locomotive steam.

Penny gave another shriek and ran up to me, knocking the laundry bag aside,
wriggling between me and mom. Overnight it seemed my baby sister had
changed, and the bumps and curves which went along with that were difficult
to ignore. She stood up to my chest, her pudginess was gone, or some went
up to her upper body and some to her butt or something. She was all of a
sudden a real girl and not just a little kid any longer that was for
sure. I caught her in mid step and pressed her slim body against my own,
which in comparison felt large and brawny. I held her tight in my arms,
burying my face in her hair and for a moment it seemed she could not
breathe.

"It's Cobby!" she gasped to the world.  "This guy, this man is my very own
brother!"

Her entire body clung to mine as if to show just how much she had missed
me.

"You really are older!" She gave me a solid, smacking kiss on the neck and
called out, "Me too! I'm 11 now, nearly!"

Penny's hands were all over me, stretching up my front and clasping my
neck. She scissored her legs about my hips and climbed on my back like a
papoose, hair flying. I joined her sparkling laughter with relief. She
leaned around until our lips touched. I drew back immediately, staring hard
at her, my heart knocking at my ribcage. Whew! We really did not know what
we were doing. Then my arms wrapped around her agile little body and kissed
her back hard, swinging her in a circle in a sort of Lindy hop. There was
something different here. What? I guess I liked it; maybe being in our
crummy new shack was going to be okay.

Immense Cousin Max came up and swallowed me in a crushing hug. He was
really old but muscled like a bull, broad and squat, balding with a huge
grey beard, with thick shoulders and big strong hands. He seemed wider than
he was tall, a good 300 pounds of fat and gristle. I gave a muffled yelp as
his big sausage fingers checked out my crotch and he nodded approvingly. He
gripped my arm and seemed to like what I had there as well.

"You'll soon have Popeye forearms," he assured me, "making 25 cents moving
enough cases of canned spinach to build the Great Wall of China!"

Cousin Max talked about how he needed me to lug boxes and sacks of potatoes
at his general store. I told him that I had my bike, my biceps, my brains
and I could do it. Then everyone laughed again, and we tried not to cry as
we spoke a bit about dad's being in the nut house.


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PIKE LAKE CROSSROADS CHICKEN COOP

Then it was time to head to our new home at Cousin Max's and Old Aunt
Elsa's farm near Pike Lake Crossroads, five or six miles beyond our new
school in Mount Forest. Penny and I got in the back of the rust-bucket
truck with my trunk and laundry and played footsy, while Max and mom rode
in the cab. He drove the back roads and I remembered the woods and the
stream, which they called a river. It went under the road and along the
abandoned Saugeen rail bed down from their place, and had good swimming at
an old salmon hole by the stone mill ruins near the Hanging Tree. It scared
me to be so close to the spot where my own grandfather Josiah had been
lynched at age 15 for fornicating with his little sister [Episode #4]. We
soon reached the farm house and barns, which were in pretty poor shape, but
the chickens and few Jersey milk cows looked great. There was the swampy
frog pond, and they still had a pair of `cygnus columbianus' as Cousin Max
called them, small tundra swans.

The door opened to the brick farmhouse where my sister and I had been born,
and Old Aunt Elsa stood right in front of us. She waddled out to the porch
in her saggy black woolen dress and old fashioned bonnet. She enveloped
Penny and me with her earthy hug. She didn't say anything much, speaking
more with her eyes. They showed sadness and love, infinite love for
us. She'd delivered the two of us, as well as Cousin Max and our
grandfather Josiah and mother Magdalena and our dad Jesse when he was born,
and she worried for him since they'd taken him away to the asylum. She took
special care for me and Penny, sensing more about us as brother and sister
than we could possibly know. Great Aunt Elsa belonged to that old Cainan
Faith Community world with its declining family fortunes and constant
inbreeding, which encouraged a mature understanding of the necessary
compromises concerning resources and inherited vices.

"You came home," she said, falling into the sing-song recitation from the
scriptures:

"For lo the winter is past; the storms are over and gone. The singing of
birds is come. Look! Our brother's tree brings forth his budding figs. Our
sister's sweet-smelling vines give out her fragrance.  -Get up, my darling
sister; let's go away.  -Arise, dear friend my brother, and come with me!"
(Canticles of Cainan, 2: 11-13)

Our shaggy brown and white mutt Patches bounded up and greeted me in her
usual drooling way, lapping at my crotch in pursuit of the drying
train-trip semen she smelled there. Beyond the flimsy garage, where most of
our stuff was stored, was the old hired-man's shed, a dingy shotgun cottage
that had become a chicken coop and later an artist's studio. They called it
a `bungalow'. This was to be our `home-house', as Penny named it. There was
an undersized porch at either end, with a straight through `shotgun'
hallway. In the front was a miniature parlor or sitting room with peeling
wallpaper that had a closed off portion with a cot in it. On one side of
the narrow central hall was an ancient bathroom with a door you could not
quite close or lock, and on the other side of the hall was a small
bedroom. A grimy kitchen was in the back, followed by that other small
porch. I figured the parlor cot was mine, but mom took it saying she didn't
need room but she needed a separate place to sleep since she'd be working
nights.

Penny and I stood silently looking into the bedroom we were to share. The
cracked plaster walls were painted a faded yellow and covered here and
there with artist's sketches of a face or a hand or a foot or a woman's
breast or a man's arm or two figures embracing. Dusty filmy lace curtains
were at the one window with the dirty panes, for the moment brightly lit by
the setting sun. At first glance there was nothing special about the
room. The furniture was all very familiar having been moved from the
Shallow Lake parsonage. To my left the old Grandmother Signet dresser with
its looking glass, then my wooden bunk bed, surplus from the War. My dumpy
easy chair was stuck at the end beneath that window. I curled right up into
it, smelling the old rough brown cloth and feeling that at least this tiny
bit was home. On the other wall was my sister's large green bed and a tiny
closet. For me it was like a claustrophobic jail cell, though Penny was
irritatingly upbeat.

"Great Mother!" I cried, leaping up, looking about the room and leading my
kid sister in some dance moves, "Penny, look at all the mirrors!"

And there were a lot of mirrors, stuck around by that artistic niece of
Great Aunt Elsa's to spread the light, maybe.  There were full length
mirrors on the backs of the hall door and the closet door, the attached
mirror on the dresser of course, and a multitude of mirrors on the walls
over Penny's bed and mine, even some huge ones up there on the ceiling.

"Yes," whispered Penny as we circled and saw ourselves reflected from every
imaginable angle. "It's the Hall of Mirrors!"

For her this was some great game suddenly come alive. She absently held the
tip of her tongue between her lips and looked up and down at my mirror
images and me. It may well have been nothing but my imagination, but I'd
have sworn Penelope was showing more than a little interest in her big
brother. There were a number of times that first day home when I caught her
checking me out. She had waltzed into the decrepit bathroom when I was
washing my hands after taking a piss. She acted like it was an accident,
but I bet it was on purpose to check out the bulge in my pants. It was okay
if she was doing that; I kind of liked the idea.

In any event, the first thing I did was come up with a bit of clothesline
to string down the middle of our bedroom, with a torn Schwann family
patchwork quilt on it. Mom said it was what they used to do in the railroad
guest houses to pack more boarders into each room. That was the only
comment she ever made about her teener son sharing a room with her little
daughter; we were just two close-quarter visitors in a boarding
house. Penelope got the potatoes and gravy going and we had supper for the
first time together in the grubby kitchen, which was actually the biggest
room in the place.

"Hey, I could sleep in the kitchen," I offered.

To my surprise Penny shouted this down and mom agreed with her. After
supper mom had me join her on the old down sofa that practically filled up
the tiny front room. She sank into the feathery cushions, her arms drawing
me secure against her soft bosoms. It was like old times and I really
smelled her and lay against her as my prick got longer. Then I heard Penny
filling the cast iron tub in the bathroom. I could not help imagining my
kid sister naked just on the other side of the wall. I pictured her
touching her newish body in places I dared not think about. Yet I wondered
would she welcome me if I offered to go in there and wash her back, or
whatever. When Penny came into the parlor it was in a cloud of talcum
powder and just my old pajama tops and her undies. She executed a full body
stretch, her hands and arms going up over her head as she flexed her little
body for a long time. She caught my attention alright.

"We do this at the pool," she said, explaining her routine as the youngest
on the swim team at the Old Drill Hall armory in Mount Forest.

My eyes just locked onto the sight of those pink flowered panties clinging
to her crotch. I probably licked my lips as I focused my gaze on the area
where the material pushed into her little slit, the kitty lips clearly
defined like a ripe peach. I had a clear idea of what was behind them from
the night before I left for Camp Cainan [Episode #9]. Finally relaxing,
Penny followed my gaze down her body and winked and smiled again, letting
me know that I'd been caught peeping. Of course it was curious that she
found ways to let me see her so scantily dressed. She crawled in close by
my other side as I nestled back into mom's pillowy softness. Penny's bare
legs flopped this way and that and my hands somehow ran over her smooth
warm skin. She purred.  In a heartbeat my cock jumped fully stiff and
dripping in my grey cotton boxers and there was sweat on my upper lip. I
watched carefully to see if Penny saw the obvious lump in my shorts, and
she definitely did. Damn, I thought, I really need to stop having notions
about my little sister! It all was too much for me and I hopped up and got
out of there.

My travel fatigue caught up to me. I climbed into the cast iron tub for a
bath. There was a spritzer-sprayer thing on the spigot and of course I had
to test it out. It only took a few seconds of spraying my cock before I had
a raging hard on and I almost died when I directed the spray underneath my
cock head with the foreskin pulled back. To get to my asshole I stuck my
leg up onto the edge of the bathtub and let it have it. The feelings were
incredible and caused me to want to jack off right then and there. Damn if
Penny did not pop in for a quick pee. She acted surprised to see me, of
course. Each of us looked the other way, more or less, as I yanked the
shower curtain further around the tub and she squatted on the pot.

"Room in there for me?" she smirked as she left. "Should I wait for the
engraved invitation? One of these days I'm going to climb right in!"

I did not need to hear that, as my mind suddenly went off in all the wrong
directions. She skipped back to her room and I had a clear view of her
perfect little ass, with no panties now, bare naked. That was hot! Soon I
was lying back in the steamy water soaping up and preparing for a delicious
jerk-off, but then mom needed to use the john and I had to get out of there
fast. I was pissed. I tumbled into the bottom of my old bunk bed with the
noisy bed springs and stretched out under the covers in the dark. I
released my cock and balls from inside my pj bottoms and began my nightly
beat-off ritual. Damn it I thought, none of my old friends or the guys on
the Stone Crew had to sleep in a chicken coop with a sister. My long skinny
prick did not get hard right away, so I just thrashed it silently, given
that Penny was on the other side of the quilt sucking on her thumb, no
doubt. I lay stretched out in bed, my eyes staring upwards, my ears
straining, my nostrils flaring, my heart beating. What a total bummer
everything was. Then I thought of Foxy Davey from camp, and Mickey that
telegram delivery kid. I found myself reflecting on Penny's flirting
behavior at the station and in the parlor. It chubbed up as I smiled;
thinking that even if it was my baby sister, any cute girl that showed
interest in me was pretty darn good. My fingers made a blur around my
glans.

The old Grandfather Josiah clock on my wall ticked so loudly for a modest
timepiece. It had passed to Josiah's first child, my dad Jesse, and I would
get it when my first child was born. Of course Grandfather Josiah had died
at 15, murdered out at the Hanging Tree for molesting his sister [Episode:
#4]. It scared the hell out of me. Meanwhile I knew from lots of practice
that when I came, I would cum 7 squirts in 5 tick-tocks of that clock. And
so I did, the same as my many forefathers I figured. I fought for breath,
aware now that the bunk springs had been screeching; I collapsed into a
complete sweaty release. I gave my cock a final rub, then rolled onto my
side, and nodded off in our new `home', our chicken-coop bungalow at Pike
Lake Crossroads.


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INVITATION ACCEPTED

A week after we'd moved in, toward nightfall, I went into the bathroom to
wash up and found the light bulb burned out. I liked the shadows, given
that the door did not completely shut anyway. Mom had her evening radio
program blaring in the parlor.

Of course she was unconscious already; she was usually down for the count
by then. Penny was still at the barn doing chores. I dropped the towel from
around my middle as it was warm, murky, and moist in there. I thought of
how Penny had taken to wandering over to my side of our shared
bedroom. There I'd be, admiring myself in a mirror in just my
undershorts. She acted surprised, checking out my biceps and bulge. Same as
I checked out her curves and crevices. She'd ask dumb questions about
nothing, while nothing was pretty much what she'd be wearing. When she
finally went back to her side I was always left with a throbber.

I stepped into the seclusion of the tub and set the spritzer up high for a
shower, not bothering to pull the cloth curtain all the way around the
circle frame as it was so dark. The hot water plastered my red mop to my
head, and streamed over my sore shoulders and back while I scoured off the
sweat and grime from biking and Cousin Max's store and farm tasks. I held
my face under the full force from the spritzer shower head. Being 13, I
prodded my new muscles, caressed my prick and balls, probed my ass and
studied my matted pubic hair with particular attention. I rose up on my
toes to scratch my scrotum and heft my nuts, feeling the electric jolt in
my cobbles from the touch. My hand closed around the shaft of my slim penis
and stroked along the length, sliding the foreskin back and forth over my
bulbous glans.  I was totally engrossed in myself; my shoulder and hips
pressed against the shower curtain, my arm jacking. I was moaning now.

I pretended my sister was in there with me, and she would whisper in an
admiring tiny-girl voice, `Oh, it's so hard, Cobby. Oh, may I?'

I would nod condescendingly, muttering like a gruff horny man, `Yeah. Do
it.'

And she would, and I would. And after another minute or so of pretending it
was Penny's hand, there was that satisfying twinge deep in my gut as my
body seized and lifted. My balls exploded for real, spewing forth an
enormous eruption of boy cum. I was blasted away from our tawdry chicken
coop world into a few seconds of utter and total bliss. That was the only
time, Cousin Max said, when for one second men's minds stopped thinking
about sex. Yet I imagined jetting long streaks of the creamy stuff onto my
little sister, coating her titties and tummy and bottom. She'd shriek in
delight, I imagined, squealing as each new lumpy eruption sprayed over her
smooth skin. And when I finally stopped shooting, I pretended she'd hold my
wilting cock in her fingers to study it, and then she would lean closer and
press her soft lips to the engorged head. She'd look up at me with her
little smile, just the tip of her tongue showing, and daintily lick my cum
that clung to her lips!

When I came back to actual life, I felt weak kneed from the intensity of
orgasm. Mom's radio program buzzed in the background. My spunk was all over
me and inside the shower curtain and had even shot through a gap onto the
rim of the tub. I became aware in the grayness that the bathroom door was
open, and a small figure was outlined by the light from the hall. I smelled
the barn, since it was Penny come back in from her chores. There was next
to no light. I saw her silhouette through the opening in the curtain,
stepping out of her overalls and pulling off her undies. I was watching her
now.  She raised her shirt over her head to expose those little
breasts. She was for real standing naked in the bathroom with the light
behind her, the water was pouring over me, and the curtain gap allowed each
of us one eye to peer at the other.

"Uh-h-h, Cobby? It's me, Penny," she said needlessly. "I see I caught you
by surprise again. Sorry. Though I'm not really. But how about some real
life make-believe, just for fun?"

I looked towards my kid sister with glazed eyes.

"Remember how we used to take baths together, Cobby? I miss that. Remember?
Your king tinkler and my baby kitty? [Episode #1] Things were so little
then, not like now. So, Cobby, do you want to do that again?"

My heart hammered in my chest as a vivid image flashed through my mind of
Penny and me all naked in the bath together. I simply nodded, and mumbled,

Penny rattled on as if by rote, "I want you to know that this summer I got
your invitation. You remember that invitation? The letter you left for me
in your underwear drawer before you went to camp [Episodes #7, #9]. You
know, the `Surprise, surprise it's me' one? The one that said, `You're
welcome to climb into the tub with me,' that one? I can't believe you sent
it. I thought maybe it was a joke. Was it? Well, I know it's wrong to think
of a brother this way, and I vowed never, ever, to act on it. But here I
am. Well, am I still invited in?"

My eyes popped wide, "Together, you mean?"

I think we were both incredibly nervous. She laughed in the darkness and
insisted that that was exactly what she meant. I was stunned, excited,
struck dumb, terrified. I stammered for a while. I could have said things
about `What were you doing in my underwear drawer?', and `Do you hate me
for it?', and `Don't tell!', but no words came out.

I glanced around through the steam. My well behaved cock lurched as my gaze
drifted over what I knew to be her naked body in the near dark.

"P-P-Pen...," I stammered, unable to say my sister's name, and finally
letting it drop.

Everything was misted with water. The reflected light seemed to catch the
water drips and bounce off her front, highlighting each of her perfect girl
mounds and crannies. My little sister raised both arms and stood on tiptoe
as if to give me a show. I must look the same to her, the droplets
glittering and accentuating the lines of my muscles. I flexed for her,
showing off the dark red patches at my underarms and below.

Penny babbled nonsense, "You like to be left alone.... So I don't know how
much you like me... Once or twice a day you give a glance.... I
wink.... We're both happy, I think...."

Abandoning reason and unable to speak, I politely turned in the splashing
water so that just my bare backside was toward her and I tugged the curtain
open a bit by way of welcome. Putting her hand on the rim of the cast iron
tub she straddled it, sitting, holding there for a moment, which must have
smeared my spilled cum along her inner thighs and up in there. She stepped
in with me, naked as the day she was born, and me too, under the hot steamy
waterfall. She was giggling. The curtain ring in the tub was narrow and her
shoulder bumped my rear end and we guffawed. It was pretty dark in there,
with just the reflected light from the parlor cast about. Our twists and
turns generally had us back to back or one of us respectfully facing the
other's behind. The top of her head did not even come up to my chest, so I
was sort of looking down on her as she faced away from me in the dim
cramped space. I helped scrub her shoulders like I used to do long ago,
taking in the earthy barn smell where she had rested her head against the
cow's flank while milking.  My soapy hands wandered along her swimmer's
back and about her neck a bit. It had been a long time since I had touched
her at all, wrestling or dancing or whatever. She was so smooth and
shimmering and slippery. It was nice. Down there were hints of tits, little
but proud and firm rising from her chest. In the shadows were her flat
tummy, and small smooth mound and somewhere there, her hairless
kitty-pen. And in back her ass; which I struggled hard not to poke.

By some signal we both turned, so she faced my back as I rotated toward the
curtain. We slithered about each other like two twisting carp in a
too-small pool. She was faster than I so I got to see her for a split
second, and she me. I shook my head slowly, struck by her beauty and
playful boldness. This was so like Penny; damn the torpedoes, full speed
ahead! Amazingly my own torpedo was actually behaving itself, my Cobby-Dick
having just spouted and being in a general state of shock and all. It hung
primly at my groin, as inert as an anatomy illustration, the water
streaming from it like clear warm piss.

I thought I heard a quiet, "Oh my," from her in one of her turns.

Then she was standing behind me on tiptoe, rubbing her soapy hands all over
my back and muttering about my gymnast's shoulders. It was so dark that we
really could not see, but some part of her kept bumping against my bottom,
made rounder, she noted, by bicycling and running. Her touch was very
arousing, and brought back kid memories of being with her and mom in the
tub and bed [Episode #2]. With all the warm, wet stroking I was getting
pretty relaxed and aroused and my now ample prick swayed pendulously and
was pulsing up with a mind of its own. Suddenly the radio sound from the
front room went dead as mom turned it off. Then through the half opened
door a soft light filled the bathroom from the parlor where mom turned on
another reading lamp. I knew we had to get out of there fast. I twisted far
enough about to kiss the top of Penny's head as she stepped from the tub
with her back to me.  She grabbed a towel, but soon spread it on the floor
to help sop up some of the water we'd spilled there.

"In any case," Penny said in a low voice, "I wish we dared to say more to
each other."

She streaked dripping back to our bedroom leaving me humming in the shower
stroking myself again. I could not believe it. Penny had really got in the
shower with me. The thought of anyone, much less my sister and a girl to
boot, had that naughty feel to it. I pranced silently on the tips of my
toes, wishing the Stone Crew guys could see me now. My sister and I had
been intimate, well, not `intimate' intimate, but we were certainly close,
like in soaping each other up. I felt a bit shy about all the details, but
we were closer than ever before.  It was different, surprisingly nice
actually. It was good to know that we siblings could play completely safe,
nothing immoral, nothing illegal, and the two of us could have good clean
fun. No incest, no molestation, no Black Coats, no Hanging Tree, just
shared child's play. Personally, I did not mind this being a thing we might
do often.

It could work!
Your truly, JACOB
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<to be continued>