Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2012 14:47:59 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: Story;'Cob 'n Pen #13'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Bg cons)[13!24]

Story;'Cob 'n Pen #13'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Bg cons)[13!24]

This is a work of soft and slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted
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a pastiche of original material as well as revised versions of a number of
story fragments borrowed liberally from elsewhere. All of the characters in
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Cob `n Pen #13

Summary: Summary: A brother and sister, Jacob (Cobby) and Penelope (Penny),
recall their first times in the 1930's by a patchwork of letters to a kind
doctor who helped them out of a jam. Vignettes in this episode: Skull Night
Birthday; Strip Poker; Half Naked Dancing; Show Me


>>>JACOB
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Pike Lake Crossroads

SKULL NIGHT BIRTHDAY:  Friday, November 3, 1933, 6 pm.

"How about a movie date, big brother," Penny called out. "For my birthday!"

Why all this interest in getting me into a movie balcony with her? Just
what had happened last summer between my kid sister Penny and that nearly
16 year old Mickey at the movies anyway? [Episode #9] I got the impression
from both of them that they'd barely held hands, but I didn't believe
it. Not after my time with Mickey at the gym! [Episode #12] Penny turned
11, was she `ready' for some further action with her `big brother', like
Steven had hinted? [Episode #7] Well I was. Like any other teen brother –
I was 13 now – I dreamed of getting a glimpse of my sister naked, and
maybe even a feel. No molesting, just a touch!  As it turned out....


***

My kid sister's shouts came at me when I walked in the front door of our
family's little shotgun cottage out at Old Aunt Elsa's place in Pike Lake
Crossroads.

"Cobby...!  Cobby, where's my boa!  Where's my feather boa!"

I was pooped. I'd biked home after lugging canned goods at Cousin Max's
market, then doing the barn chores. Through the crack in the unclosable
bathroom door I saw Penny's naked back, wallowing in a sea of soap bubbles.

"Don't peek!" she pleaded, "Where's my feather boa?" Then came the
inevitable orders, "The stove's ready to bake the pie."

"Isn't it in the closet?" I called. "I'll get the stove. Okay, try the
garage."

Peeling off my sweaty shirt, I kicked my shoes and rancid socks into the
dingy hallway. I scratched my belly as dust bunnies and cobwebs drifted in
the warm air of the kitchen. Mom's note said she had to rush away for a
weekend of double shifts at the clinic, so Penny and I were home alone
together. Supper was pie, cheese and milk, mom wrote, and would we please
not wear chore clothes to the table. As instructed, Penny built up the fire
in the cook stove, and crimped the pastry dough around the immense apple
pie mom assembled. Then I took a fork and pricked a special birthday
message to my sister in the raw crust, "SHOW ME!" It was Skull Night, after
all, and just maybe she'd show me! Following instructions, I put the pie in
the oven and fiddled further with the wood coals to even out the heat.

On that fall night Penny was looking for her feather boa as a costume, and
I needed to get one too. It was the Night of the Skulls, an autumn dress up
and party night for most teens, although the two of us were just going to
be at home. We'd celebrate Penny's 11th birthday, which had actually been
on the day before. I was about to yell at Penny to get the heck out of the
bathroom when I spied the glistening globes of her naked wet rump, round
and curvy, streaking across the hall. My prick chubbed up as she slammed
our bedroom door behind her. We had to share that space with all its
mirrors and just the old Schwann family quilt draped between our beds,
while mom had a cot off the parlor. I dropped my pants and stuff right on
top of my socks and ducked in the bath for a quick wash since I was
watching over the baking pie. The cast iron tub was warm from Penny and
smelled of her lavender and talcum powder. I turned on the sprayer and
lathered Old Aunt Elsa's oh-so-smooth pigfat-lye soap around my armpits and
crotch.  I dug soapy fingers into my ass crack over and over.

When I thought about it, I guess I was always attracted to my sister. On a
physical level, the little things about her like the way she walked or the
way she smiled just roused me up. It was her cute swimmer's butt that sent
my hormones raging. I liked round and curvy bottoms, and Penny's took the
cake. I'd jerk my cock thinking of my sister's sweet body; but of course I
knew that was taboo. Yet that just made me want to do it even more. I
wondered what Penny thought. I could not believe that she, as a girl,
wanted anything to do with forbidden lust – incest. With me it was
different, of course, I was a guy. I thought about stuff like that all the
time. I stepped from under the spritzer head and vowed to quit thinking
incestuous thoughts that would get me strung up on the Hanging Tree and
castrated by the Black Coat incest vigilantes [Episode #4].

Penny ran past the big gap of the never-shut bathroom door in some kind of
blouse and white panties and yelled, "I'm gonna look in the garage."

"Rain's comin'," I called.

Wrapped in a towel I went to our room. I dug under my bunk pillow where my
sister's pink panties lay hidden since the Night Walker affair, the night
my own grey Camp Cainan boxer shorts disappeared [Episode # 11]. As the
towel slid to the floor, I smelled the pussy juice stains on her panties
and lightly licked before wrapping them around my penis. A long teardrop of
precum oozed from the slit in the head. My dick hardened in my hand even
more. I suddenly wished it could be Penny's delicate little fingers
there. I proceeded to stroke myself harder and harder through the panties,
my other hand grabbing and tugging my aching balls. I was undressing my kid
sister in my imagination, picturing that little body, touching it, feeling
it, licking it, kissing it, and jerking on it. And with that perverse image
my knees went weak, and I sagged against the dresser, staring at my
stricken 13 year old features in the many cracked mirrors hung about the
bedroom. I hissed as my cock spasmed and let loose bursts of goo to flow
into the enveloping panties. I gasped for air.  I looked down at the blobs
of my thick cum, and giggled as I pictured Penny's cute little body
streaked with ribbons of the stuff. Tingling from head to toe, I tossed the
stolen pink flowered panties back beneath my pillow.

My perverted mind was still thinking. After all, the big high school kids
would be partying somewhere on Skull Night, and removing one another's
clothes to games of chance before doing nearly-nude dancing. I pictured a
topless cousin Susie cavorting with her half-brother, our handsome cousin
Steven. Why not Penny and me?

"But how?" I asked out loud.

Why not start with our apple pie supper in Skull Night costume, add a deck
of cards and dad's records, and then see what kind of undressing developed?
Penny had gone hunting for her feather boa costume in the garage. So
naturally I wanted a racy outfit too, something that might get Penny to
take her clothes off. I got wolf whistles from Penny when I wore my snug
gymnastic shorts, so something with underwear, she seemed to like that.

I stood naked in front of the mirrors, admiring myself like any kid. I
first grabbed one of Mickey's stinky athletic supporters he'd lent me, and
tugged it up tight. That's the look I wanted alright! But, it was too crude
for my sister's birthday. So I stepped out of them and dug around in the
Grandmother Signet dresser drawers looking for anything provocative. I
pulled out a shrunken set of red long underwear. It was the patched
`Crimson Cavalier' costume I'd worn years before, a rather skimpy garment
in its own right and made all the more so by repeated launderings over the
years. I tugged on the red long underwear bottoms, forcing them up my
legs. They were very tight. The old undergarment was cut off above the
knees, with a pouched button fly. The length and shape of my prick and
balls bulged out like a codpiece. I might as well have been naked. Was I
being too obvious? I yanked the top on, surveying my look in front of the
tall mirror on the back of the door. It fit close, stretched over my
budding biceps, clinging to my slender torso, my stiff nipples poking
out. It only came half way down my forearms and ended well above my outie
belly button. I turned and looked over my shoulder at the mirror. I was
pretty willowy, yet even so my buttocks were like round bubbles stuffed
inside the tight bottoms, the cleft clearly defined by the wedge. Damn! My
crazy red hair festooned about my head like a cartoon character. Oh
well. Chest puffed, belly in, arms flexed. I struck a pose to capture the
flair of `The Crimson Cavalier'; to look like that champion folk hero,
rather than just a horny teener in tights with his dick popping out.

"Plentiful," I muttered, shoving my wayward penis around inside my outfit,
"but not projectile!"

I looked hot! This was just what I wanted, this dazzling, sexy look of a
circus trapeze boy in tights.  I tied one of Grandmother Signet's bright
red scarves around my neck as the hero's cloak. The Crimson Cavalier! An
avenger of wrongs, with red cape and skin tight underwear to display our
pumped up hero's athletic build and heroic sex appeal.  At least my body
would be noticed, which was in large part the night's objective.


******

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STRIP POKER

I ran back to the kitchen, following the mouthwatering smell of baking
apple pie. Tiny tendrils of black smoke rose out of the cook stove, boding
ill. The pie was fine, except for a quarter inch of the crust that was
charred on one end. I broke it off and let it dissolve between my lips. The
"SHOW ME!" pricked in the crisp crust came out real clear. I meant it too:
my task was to get my sister to `show me'. To get at least partially
undressed and to dance with me nearly naked. The super Crimson Cavalier was
super hungry and super horny.

I lit three candles in the old pressed glass holder on the table and turned
out the overhead light to transform the swelter of our shabby cook space
into a make believe `love-nest'. All of a sudden I heard Penny run in from
the garage to stand behind me at the threshold. I twirled about heroically,
spinning grandmother's scarf-cape around behind. Penny emerged from the
doorway into the kitchen candlelight.  She stopped my breath.

"Wow!" I murmured, "Oh wow, sis!"

Ox-eyes shining, my kid sister's laughing, smiling face was wreathed by
raven black hair glistening with rainy mist, shimmering down shoulders and
back.  Her darker skin was set off by the huge white feather boa and tight
flouncy blouse. With just the tip of her tongue held between her lips, she
skipped into the kitchen like a keyed up dancer taking center stage –
our local swim-team diva for real. She was a beautiful 11 year-old. She was
really more grown up rather than too big for what she was wearing; her neck
was longer, her breasts fuller, her waist narrower, her hips wider, her
legs more lengthy than when we'd played dress-up a year or two earlier. My
prick jumped and tinkled in its tight confines; this fetching child was
revealed as a dazzling doll with arousing allure.

"Wow!"

There was silence, just the rain against the roof, as she took in my
minimally clad outfit and gawked at my loins.

"Cobby...!" she cried, giving an extra pop of her doe eyes

I glanced at myself in my skin-tight array. The old cast off long underwear
top clung to my upper body and the button fly of the red bottoms now yawned
wide between each fastener, a bit of curly red pubic hair and a suggestion
of pink flesh in the gaps. She just stared blatantly at me in the
candlelight with an idiot grin on her face.

"But you're so fired up, Cobby. Whoo-ee!  You're a real muscle-boy
jack-in-the-box! What are you in those glad rags anyway," Penny quizzed,
ever the rabble-rouser, "the Crimson Cavalier or a carnival clown?"

I tried to joke back at her, "And you must be either a frilly floozy or the
Snow Quee..."

But it died on my lips when I looked at her panties. My heart pounded
inside my chest as I stared at her crotch. Her pussy lips looked so
generous on such a small body; her kitty was clearly outlined like a deer's
hoof by her damp panties pulled up tight into her groin. But what panties?
These were not the white ones she had on earlier. These were those
pale-pink flowered ones, her favorite panties; the ones that I as the Night
Walker had stolen and hidden underneath my own pillow. The ones I'd fondled
and creamed onto every night including this night. How did she know? This
was so like Penny! She had called my bluff and raised the ante in our
dress-up game. The jig was up. I was busted. I prepared for what might be
the end of my experiment in getting my sister to disrobe.

I stammered five or six variations on, "Uh-h-h...," and tried to hide over
beyond the wood cook stove.

Patches wagged her tail and came over to investigate the rich and recent
aromas, but Penny shooed her away. My little sister laughed nervously and
covered her mouth with her hand. She continued to check out my torso and my
tiny, bulging tights. She stared at the deck of cards on the table and the
Victrola with the pile of records. She shot me a look, letting me know at
once that she understood the implications of skimpy costumes, playing cards
and dancing on Skull Night.

"Uh, Pen," I began again, "about those pink pan..."

"And these? You like my panties, Cobby?"

Now I was ready for this one.

"I do like your panties, Penny," and I anxiously launched into my prepared
speech.  "But it is because of what they remind me of, of what is behind
them, of what gives them their flavor and aroma. I borrowed them and kept
them under my pillow because they remind me of you, and how you make me
feel."

Penny shot me a glance of triumph as though she had planned all this. Had
she? Yet she seemed charmed by my words in spite of herself. Penny leaned
near the candles, the sparkling bright, golden-whiteness of the flames were
pleasing to the eye. All at once she grimaced at me, and a sudden
skull-face shimmered and smirked in the light and shadow! Then my sweet
sister appeared again. Skull Night, costumes, make-believe, all was not
what it seemed; who was the hunted and who the hunter? Was it turning out
that for reasons of her own Penny harbored similar kinds of naughty
thoughts about her big brother? Well, she was not pushing me away; not
stalking out of the room. She looked very closely at my tensely strained
belly and chest and arms and, in a calculating way, at my bulging briefs.

"Look Cobby," she laughed nervously, "I'm pretty excited about this
birthday game, and you've got some pretty tight tights there yourself."

"Yeah..." I turned very red.

"Alright, so put up or shut up." She gave a shout, "...let's deal!"

In charge once more, Boss Penny grinned.  She shuffled the cards for our
first strip poker draw, and looked intently at the underwear stretched over
my pumped-up chest and bulged-out crotch. She actually won the first hand,
but all she made me do was stand up right next to her while she pulled the
grandmother scarf away from my front where I had draped it. She simply sat
for a long time and looked me over. She stared at me with a silly grin,
nodding. With the next deal I smiled as we sat across from each other at
the kitchen table.

"I got three threes and a pair of sixes," I sneered.

"Phooey, a full house. I've only got a pair of two's."

I giggled, "Get stripped, sis!"

My sister was nervous. She bit her tongue a little and reluctantly brought
her hands to the edge of her blouse. She gathered it above her belly
button, then lifted the delicate material under her chin. The move exposed
the lemon-sized mounds of her budding tits. I was astonished; this was
really working! She stopped like a deer in headlights. I jumped up and
stepped toward her, looking her in the eye.

I purred like a hypnotist, "So now Penny, put your arms up. Quick!"

She did it, and I ripped the blouse over her head and away, tossing it to
the floor.

"C..., Cobby!" she shrieked.

I looked down at her bare chest, my eyes bugging out at the tiny conical
shapes of her breasts. They were no more than dainty cup cakes of flesh
sporting rosy pink nipples at their centers like cherries on frosting, both
fully erect, and surrounded by areola of a slightly darker shade. I stared
at the incredible sight, running my tongue over my lips, as it required
every ounce of my control to not just bend and lick them.

"Cut it out, Cobby!"

She slid really low in her chair so the table edge covered her nipples, her
face suddenly going deep red.  I felt the venom of her gaze on my face.

"What are you staring at?" she snarled.

"Is it against the law to look?"

"Yes!"

"For gosh sakes, Penny, they're looking me right in the eye!" I got a hold
of myself and confessed dramatically, "Naturally, I cannot avoid stealing a
sly peep or two, even when I take all imaginable care to avoid giving any
offence."

"Cobby..., wh..., what...? Stop it!"

I'd stuck my tongue out at her. She flew off her chair wearing just her
panties and came at me fists flailing. I expected that. We tumbled on the
floor, grappling and pawing at each other. It was far from an easy task,
but I soon pinned Penny flat on her back, straddling her. I held her arms
above her head, her face spitting mad and her little boobies sticking right
up.

"Get off me!"

"Why? So you can take another shot at me? Besides, I like what I see!"

She threw herself about; those stretched out tits inches from my face. I
sat hard on her hips as she jumped beneath me, holding her with my legs and
arms. She grit her teeth and writhed about. I could barely hold her down,
but it felt so truly good to have her wiggling under me like that.

"I definitely like this."

"Me too," she said unexpectedly, "but get off!"

"I will. But if you start again I'll do this!"

I dug my fingers under her armpit and tickled her ribs. Her anger dissolved
into screams of hysterical laughter. She somehow got an arm and a leg loose
and knocked me to the side and we both lay on the floor laughing and
looking at each other in amazement.

"I don't know why, Cobby," she finally said, smiling and shaking, "but it
makes me feel all tingly when you look at me like that. Being basically
nude in front of my older brother makes me feel all stirred up inside."

Another blue zinger coursed through me, "And I'm feeling pretty prickly
too, actually."

We kept giggling while we sat back down at the table. She handled the cards
and dealt. I swallowed the drool filling my mouth, and struggled to make
small talk and not just stare at her nipples

"So...," I said, "I guess those pretty pink panties I like so much are all
you have left to bet." I grinned and peeked around to see them, never
really expecting them to go. "Well okay!" I yelled. "Yahoo! I've got a pair
of kings!"

My sister smiled nastily, "Three aces."

She stood and quit trying to cover herself up. My jaw dropped and eyes
gaped as her little tits practically knocked into me. In a tugging action,
she hauled my stretched underwear top up and wrestled it over my head and
threw it on the floor with her blouse. I was so tall I had to bend over for
her. All I could do was giggle and hoot with wacky laughter – there I
was in just my revealing red tights and cape, and Penny exposed in only
those polluted pink panties and feather boa. Patches wagged her tail and
came right up to lap her tongue against my tight underwear. We both
collapsed in hysterics, breaking the tension somewhat. Then she ignored me
and brought the pie in front of her and guffawed as she read my `SHOW ME!'
message in the crust. Nodding her head, she cut a big piece and crammed it
in her mouth. She took a swig of milk while a white trickle ran down her
chin. She glanced up at me.

"So?" she asked, plunking down on a wooden chair, "Gonna eat?"

It was no secret that we were studying one another's anatomy while we
guzzled milk and ate huge slices of apple pie and cheese. Without thinking
I fiddled with my cock through my underwear, adjusting things as best I
could. Penny was aware of my movements of course, her cheeks flushed when
she met my shy glance. I looked down at her puffy pink panties while she
opened her knees further, revealing the prominent mound of her vulva, which
had swelled up and opened like a flower petal.


******

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HALF-NAKED DANCING

Then Penny asked sweetly like when we were kids, "Okay, Cobby. We're
shirtless now, so..."

I croaked in a strangled voice, "How about a half-naked birthday dance,
lil' sis?"

We could not stop laughing. Penny jumped up and messed about with the
records while I pushed the table aside, giggling and choking. As we rose
and swayed, the flicker of the candle flames played on my chest and pop-up
pants and on the soft curves of her exposed breasts.  I stared at Penny,
not tall and very tiny, with long black hair, slim legs and that neat
swimmer's body, romping about the room. See, I had this kid sister and she
could dance better than anyone living or dead.

When the first of the records slid down the spindle, the scratchy jazzy
jungle sounds played, and she twisted her round and curvy ass to the
beat. We leaped to the music, hooting and calling out.  My little sister
came close and all of a sudden her arms were around me to squeeze me tight,
both of us in just our underpants. Then we were dancing for real. Our skin
pressed together was cool and warm, soft and firm.  She was 11 now,
well-rounded from countless practice dives and felt ever so `ready'
squashed against me. I went rigid, clenching my fists and jaw, so as not to
grab her and just eat her up.

"Get hot, floor flusher! Get hot!" she yelled getting me to swing.

Half the time I danced with one hand covering my front just to keep things
contained. The fact that Penny continually rubbed her ass into my groin
made it worse. We exchanged glances. She certainly felt me inside my red
long underwear bottoms.

"I don't mind," she panted with a giggle. "I know `Boy Things' like that
are only natural! You're a good brother, and maybe it means that you might
actually like me!"

One of the records was a four-step, and we launched into a hot waltz, a
fast, close dance in which the boy planted his hands low on his partner's
bottom. My fingers stretched hungrily around her bouncy booty, that round
and curvy little ass of my fantasies, and pulled her to me.

She deadpanned, "Have you got something twitching inside there, something
that wants to get out?"

I looked at her, flustered but fascinated, "You'd better not tell mom, you
little trouble maker!"

"Big bad brother, tsk, tsk, getting all big like that in front of your
little sister," Penny teased, coming a bit further out of her
shell. "You're so big and naughty!"

I did not know what to say. As the dance was ending, of their own volition
my hands rose to her waist, then her sides, then slid upwards. No words
were spoken. We had to be standing almost still. Our eyes were so close. I
was pretty awkward. She took my hands so I'd cup her small bare breasts and
caress them gently. I trembled at the first pliant give of her warm tissue,
which were like nice soft water balloons. I felt a firming beneath my
fingers as I met her nipples. I waited, expecting a reprimand, but none
came. The music was over. We only heard the repeating click of the needle
at the end of the last record. Penny opened her eyes and looked up at my
face. She planted her feet on top of mine like when we were little and
stood on tiptoe, her arms around my neck. It must have been an accident,
but our lips met, soft and wet.

"Yum," she murmured.

I got even more aroused, and grew more firm against her belly.  Then some
part of me did not want our evening to end with my molesting her and
getting strung up on the Hanging Tree, so I pulled back. I looked anxiously
into her eyes.  Her soft dark eyes glanced from the prominent bulges in my
crotch to meet my curious gaze. She smiled her very pretty smile.

With the widest grin I'd ever seen she picked up the last bit of pie crust
with part of `SHOW ME!' pricked on it and held it in front of my face.

"Don't you think it's funny we've yet to go on a real date?" Penny asked
with that bold twinkle of hers.

I went red in the face, "I think we're doing all right."

"Well, it is Skull Night," she ventured, "and it is my birthday...  So,
I'll show you mine," my sister surprised me with her sultry voice, "if you
show me yours!"

She laughed uneasily again, knowing she was beating me at my own game.


******

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SHOW ME!

I had already lost my shirt and I plopped down on a rickety kitchen
chair. Suddenly Penny skipped close into the candle light. I stared at her
tiny pair of milky white breasts tipped by pink rose buds for nipples. My
13 year old cock jacked up inside my red long underwear bottoms. I shifted
to hide my awkwardness, having a hungry eye on the feast that my kid sister
paraded in front of me. I could not believe what she was saying.

"Now I'll show you my `pen'. And you'll show me your `cob', right?"

I was dumbstruck; my heart pounded. All those seduction schemes of mine
evaporated with that pulsing rush in my ears. Then she turned her back to
me and slowly worked those damp pink floral panties down. She heard the
intake of my breath as her bare bottom was revealed, two creamy handfuls of
round and curvy bum. She dropped her panties all the way to her ankles, and
stepped out of them. Slowly she turned to face me. I froze. She only had
the feather boa draped around her. Her sweet face glowed with excitement
and a blush of embarrassment. I gazed at her young body, supple from hours
in the Old Drill Hall pool, relishing her olive skin and long black hair,
her small breasts and nipples, then her flat tiny tummy and her flanks
melting into her smooth rounded thighs. She parted her legs slightly and
thrust her hips forward. The sight of the inviting mound and slightly
parted labia of her totally hairless kitty-pen left me breathless. I was
fascinated by the plumpness of those outer lips. Patches sat wagging her
tail and whining, but did not lick her. In self defense my hand pressed my
crotch. Penny reddened sweetly and watched intently as I instinctively
fingered the long red underwear over my aching erection.

"So do I get to see yours?" she said.

I found some control over my muscles, and quickly stood to look down upon
her. Penny held her hands up. I stopped. Ever the kid director, she had me
turn my back to her, and I did, twisting my head around to gaze at her. All
uncovered but for the snow white boa against her darker skin, like a bare
ballerina, she came right up behind me, her head scarcely at the level of
my shoulder blades.

"Mmm...!" she murmured. "Our bodies are so close. Feel the heat!"

I shivered. She straightened out grandmother's red scarf which was still
around my neck, letting the fringe fall prettily upon the long underwear
bottoms stretched out by my butt cheeks. Then she swept it up on my
shoulder.

"Mmm..., I do like the look of boys' backs!"

She felt across my shoulder blades and harder along my ribs and spine. I
flinched, thinking I would die. She slowly worked her way down to the
little triangle where the spine ends. I thrilled and jerked and
wriggled. She gently slid her fingers along the edge of my taut Crimson
Cavalier pants. She pulled them down partway over my rump. She stared at my
mostly bared buttocks.

"I like your `apple butts'," Penny commented.

The feel of her pushing on my naked arse made me rise up on tiptoe.

"They've gotten fuller with all your bicycling and tumbling at the gym."

Her hands explored the contours with some care, particularly pressing on
the rounded muscle and the hollows that formed there when I moved.

"They're nice and firm! I've wanted to do this since that day at the
swimming hole," she said quietly [Episode #11], and she laughed. "Turn to
me, Cobby. Now please," she said, and I did.

My little sister stood for the moment all nude, fingering her feather boa,
staring up at me. Here was girlhood, an athlete even, newly fruitful and
strong. My heart hammered in my chest and my breath was shallow and
rapid. I considered myself scrawny for a 13 year old, but quite tall and
strong. The rope climbing in gymnastics had truly built up my biceps and
they looked kind of nice. I did not have much of a chest, though it was
squaring up, and I was proud of my hard freckly stomach. Almost as if in
slow motion she laid her palm over the very tight muscles there and
murmured happily. I recoiled and could not help pulling my gut in nearly to
my backbone. She ran her fingertips across my little outie bellybutton and
the `candy bars' as she called them, the ridges of my abdominal
muscles. The fine prickly shocks made me shudder. She touched the soft red
hair in the midline that disappeared into my tights. I looked down upon
her. I so wanted to stroke her neck and feel her breasts and touch between
her legs. My arms trembled at my sides, I was quaking; I was full of juice
and fear. She pulled back suddenly.

She whispered, shaking. "I'm scared; I don't know what is going to happen."

I did not know either. She absently rubbed her own groin. There was wet
there. She was dripping for it. Her eyes snapped up to mine.

"This all makes me tingle and itch down here," she said. "It makes me want
to scratch myself."

And she did. Without apology she rubbed her hand back and forth over her
bare vulva. She seemed to enjoy my wide open eyes gazing down at her small
trim body all naked while she played with herself. Gradually her eyes lost
their focus and she breathed harder.

"I'm trembling from deep inside." She was almost sweating and softly panted
a bit, "Ah. Oh. Oh-h-h..."

A reddish flush rose up her face and down her chest and around her breasts,
which seemed to swell. She closed her eyes with a peaceful smile for a very
long moment, quivering, and then sort of shook herself awake. She looked up
into my eyes and grinned slowly, and I knew I had witnessed something very
special.

"My `surprise'....  A sort of electric pulse. It comes up through my whole
body," she confided, "...and I get lost for a minute."

She batted my hand away from hiding the tented front of my underwear. There
it was, right in front of her. She splayed her fingers wide as she reached
to press the worn red fabric around the sides of my rod, pushing to explore
the contours and nearly sending me through the roof. Then she grabbed the
hem and pulled those red long underwear bottoms down vigorously. My super
rigid penis got caught by the fabric. SPROING!

"Y-e-e-e-ow!" I yelled.

My long iron prick flapped down and slapped up against my belly with a
snap, nearly hitting her in the face. Then it withered all wrinkly, like a
punctured carnival balloon. She turned wide-eyed, her little mouth formed
into an O.

"Oh!" she yelped, her hands cradling her face while a guilty smile grew
broad and she stared in wide eyed fascination at my crotch.

"Ooh, that stings," I hissed.

I wiggled around and tugged off the Crimson Cavalier tights, totally naked
now and limp in just my scarlet cape. Penny stared at me.

"And, wow, it shrunk!" she blurted, as she bent slightly forward squinting
at my shriveled prick. She spoke in awe, "I think it looks like a finger –
a thumb! Kinda cute."

"It's just a boy's cock," I said defensively.

I do not know how long we spent just staring, gawking at each other's
private parts, what Old Cousin Max called our `blessed jewels'. Not so self
conscious now, I mimicked her and thrust my hips forward, displaying my
dangling boyhood for my kid sister. It hung casually down my balls and
swayed. Penny's eyes never left my collapsed cob, fascinated too by the
reddish whorls of my sparse, silky strands. With her fingertips she curled
my coppery pubic hair coils. She made me shiver. It began to rise.

"The little thing was lying on your sack a moment ago," she reported like a
radio announcer. "It's getting fuller. Ever so slowly, it's growing a tad
more. Now, for the first time, right before my eyes, I get to watch a
teener boy's penis unwind, and go to full size!"

My cock was lifting now. We could clearly see the veins where the blood was
flowing. Penny knew the anatomy drawings from Old Aunt Elsa's medical
texts, and she held the tip of her tongue between her lips. Her eyes met
mine, an expression of concern furrowing her brow. It had more than doubled
in size, the round head beginning its rise off my balls and pointing out on
its own. I stood rigid with my mouth open in wonder. Soon my dick was near
its full length, skinny, but longer than two thumbs end to end, and
sticking straight away from my body.

"Ooh," she glowed giving me the sign. "Two thumbs up...! So what's
happening?"

"Uhh, it's what happens when a guy gets excited by whatever, a pretty girl
maybe. It gets stiff all the time. I have to sneak off and rub it just the
way it likes. That's to set free its load, calming the waters so to
speak. Then it goes soft again for a little while. I like to do it...."

My sister swallowed hard as she stared at my erection. My balls slid around
in my pouch and clinched up between my thighs.

"Go ahead," I blathered, testing her.

She cupped my testicles, exploring them. Her soft touch sent voltage to my
balls which were as full as peaches, and Great Mother they were aching. I
so wanted to just frantically beat off, to release the pressure.

"They feel nice," she whispered. "They're so kind of heavy and, well,
plump."

To her obvious surprise, my rod kept rising more and more until it pointed
upwards, straight and narrow with its bulging, hooded top. I sucked in a
breath and held it; my body instinctively thrust further forward almost on
top of her. My little sister watched in wonder as some clear fluid oozed
through the tiny slit at the center of the knob.

"Is this pee?"

Building on Penny's boldness I grinned with pride. I stood there like some
Greek statue in a museum; the scarf displayed about my shoulders, my arms
crossed over my chest, and one leg placed a bit forward of the other. I was
a mite smug.

I answered as calm as I could, "No, it's not pee. My balls leak this
nut-juice to make things slick and slippery. It's the beginning of making
sperms, which you stick up inside a girl to make babies...."

My cock flexed, and spit forth yet another pearl of sticky sap which oozed
slowly from the little slit to make a long clear string that hung there,
swaying. Penny's eyes went wide again and she blushed. Her eyes flicked up
briefly and met my own; the tip of her tongue was between her teeth with a
wicked smile, as her palm spread open. Giving in, I nodded. Her slender
fingers wrapped around my shaft and clutched it bold and hard. An intense
jolt of pleasure pounded all through me.

"It's, oh wow, Cobby," she panted. "It's huge and stiff!"

I stood there; my body shimmering as her hand felt all over my bare
bone. My eyes rolled back in my head and I groaned so loudly and deeply
that she jerked away.

"Aw...," I wailed, "Yeah... No...."  Begging her, "Please..."

Again she pressed her fingers around it whispering, "A boy cock! It feels
really warm and all hard and all squishy, all at once."

I could not believe it, both of us had danced shirtless and stripped stark
naked, and now my sister's own hand touched it, skin to skin. Penny was not
stroking it, just exploring, feeling its shape, how long it was, how
hard. The sensations from that little hand feeling me up tore through my
young body. My cock lurched in her grip; it was throbbing and I was not
sure it had ever been as stiff as it was then.

"It's hard to believe...," she breathed.

She eased my foreskin back, revealing the red plum that was the head of my
dick. I felt her fingers squeezing and drawing out that hot burning
feeling, that need-to-pee sensation from deep within my loins and
concentrating it at the tip of my cock which quivered, swelled, and I
sighed.

"Uh, Penny.... It's gonna go off! Better stop...!"

I felt an exquisitely unpleasant fullness in my throat. I stretched rigid,
fists clenched, sucking in my breath. A ripple went up my shaft as ecstasy
flowed around my body.

"Aww, sis!" I roared. "Hnph! Ngh! Ahh! Hah...!"

...POIT ...PHHBBT ...PLORP!  In a rousing flash my balls exploded, flinging
forth a geyser of pent up semen. A thick string of cum spewed and blobbed
over Penny's breasts. My nude body jerked wildly. A second harder, and a
third softer salvo shot and splashed, splattering and streaking the soft,
smooth skin of her face and groin with long streamers of chunky, white
goo. The emissions four, five, six then slowed, oozing and pushing forth
another few dribbles of my seed that coated her hand and fingers which
still clutched me. She gaped at me aghast in shock.

"E-e-e-w-w-w!"

She dropped my cock like it burned her, now just a naked little girl
covered with her brother's cum.  She turned and ran, that round and curvy
ass scuttling off. It was so bad! Just thinking about it now makes me
cringe. I gasped for air; my knees failed me; my bare bottom plopped onto
the kitchen chair; my wilting dick dripped semen off the end. Patches
licked at my balls and prick and ass. I did not push her away but gave
myself over to my dog's indescribable tonguing.

I moaned in delight and wonder of a Skull Night beyond hope, knowing I had
to see after Penny, my baby sister.

Yours truly, JACOB

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<To be continued.>