Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2012 11:20:11 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #14'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Bg cons)[14!24]

Story;'Cob 'n Pen #14'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Bg cons)[14!24]

This is a work of soft and slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted
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Cob `n Pen #14

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: Our Pact; Playing Doctor; Cum Again?

>>> from JACOB (Cobby)

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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Skull Night, November, 1933, 10PM

OUR PACT

"RRGH...!" I'd spewed cum all over my little sister, and she ran.

How'd it happen? That early November Skull Night was her 11th birthday, and
we were home alone just the two of us. Like teens everywhere we'd dressed
up in costumes then undressed by strip poker and for real did nearly nude
dancing. And she let me touch her baby breasties! She did. They were soft
and round and had tight little nips that sprang back when I pushed
them. Then Penny as much as said, `I'll show you mine if you show me
yours'. So she did, and I did. Mine sprang out balls and all, stiff and
long and skinny, bouncing over my bright red pubes. There we were,
stripped, brother and sister, me so tall and sticking out and she so short
and pretty. I didn't mean to, but she touched me and wound me up and set me
off, TWANG, like a shot arrow and I splooged all over her, drips and
blobs. She ran from the kitchen shrieking [Episode #13]. I expected eternal
damnation. I'd never live it down.  Yet I was so evil, I wanted to do it
all again! Right now!

"Ah, whoo...!"

I sprawled in a rickety chair, my cock still burning where her fingers had
grabbed it. Faithful Patches stuck her cold nose against my crotch and gave
luscious licks as I scratched her ears, until I pushed her away. There I
was a gangly, blue-balled boy who'd experienced heaven at the hand of an
incredibly cute girl, my own sister. And of course I had to flood her with
my joy juice.

"...Cripes."

I tore off the stupid `Crimson Cavalier' cape and looked down at my
cum-splashed 13 year old nakedness. I gasped for breath. My eyes welled
with tears. What'd the Black Coat incest vigilantes do with perverted
vermin like me?  Prison?  Castration? Burn at the stake? String up on the
Hanging Tree until dead?  [Episode #4] I grabbed Penny's discarded pink
flowered panties and wiped my perspiry face. Her tart kitty-pen smell
filled my mouth with saliva and my cock perked up. I shook my head and
brushed away the tears, striving to get a grip. The candles guttered on the
table as rain beat down at the window and roof. I realized I had to see
after my little sister. I stood unsteadily to pull on the kitchen ceiling
light, and reeled naked toward the hall where she had gone.

Suddenly Penny darted back out from our shared bedroom, nearly running into
me. She gasped, clapped a hand over her mouth and gaped at me.  We were
both starkers after all. I stood there dumbly, tall, towering over her, my
penis withering further, everything about me shriveling up. Tiny Penny did
not even have her feather boa, just her long black hair and wide doe
eyes. She was all out in the open, budding boobies and kitty-pen, pink and
charged, and looked like she'd been caught stealing cookies. With some grey
fabric in her hand she wiped the thick strands of my own cum from her small
shapely body.

Looking up at me in wonder, her mouth quivered as she spoke, "Did...?  Did
I...?  Did I make you do that?"

Our eyes suddenly down, we tried not to stare at our flagrant
brother-sister nudity. Cringing, I blushed strawberry red and nearly broke
into tears again, just like a stupid little boy. Penny looked me over in
silence, noting my now contrite and shrunken cock, which oozed a few drops
of slick whitish fluid.

Eyes flashing, she giggled smugly, "I did!  I did make you do that!
...Didn't I!"

Suddenly she set her jaw as she registered what I was using as a clean-up
rag. She reached and grabbed her beloved undies away from me, her little
breasts jiggling. She lifted first one leg and then the other and stepped
into those soggy pink panties. Holding an arm modestly over her chest she
turned and stood straight, gazing at me wide-eyed. I teetered a foot taller
than her, rawboned and spindly, blatantly nude, haphazardly covering my
crotch. With the furrowed brow of a schoolmarm, Penny scowled and reached
to dab at the white cum dripping from my outie belly button with that grey
cloth, then she tossed it at me. By reflex I caught it, exposing myself
once more. Wow!  My official grey two-button fly Camp Cainan boxer shorts,
lost since the Night Walker fiasco [Episode #11]. I was delighted to see
them, yet sickened that my sister had them. Other than wiping my
boy-pudding off her, what had she wanted them for? As my head cleared I
hopped around on one foot and hit the wall with my shoulder to tug on my
favorite grey under shorts, musky and starchy as they were. Penny gawked at
my whole stupid show.

I slumped repentant before her, my mouth working soundlessly then finally
murmured, "...Sorry..."

"Oh, Cobby," Penny said, ever the eldest younger sister. She tried to smile
as she fixed her eyes on me just inches away, "Maybe we shouldn't have
taken off our underwear."

I shrugged, focusing at a spot on the hall floor so as not to stare at her
little nipples waggling under my nose.

"Did I hurt you?" She asked worried. "You were so good-looking, then your
face twisted all up. Like it hurt. Did it?"

"Nah," I wanted to reassure her. Did she say `good-looking'?  Me?  "No. No,
not hurt. It's just so intense when it goes, and really good. Feels so
good. I, uhh...," I apologized in a squeak. "I-I-I didn't mean for my bone
to go off like that. I mean, not right on top of you and all."

"Oh Jacob," my sister nodded knowingly. "It took my by surprise, that's
all. I know what it is; the girls on swim team talk about it all the
time. It's slimy and syrupy and strong stallions make it!" She actually
laughed. "Isn't that what happens...?"

"I just..., I can't help it, Penny, you know?  I get so crazy sometimes,
it's like s-s-sex is all I can think about. Do you understand what I'm
saying? With you, Penelope. With you!  My own sister! I can't stop. And my
body does crazy things. It feels so good....  And yeah, it's not
right. It's wrong, and I'm sorry!"

I felt I was apologizing for a lot more than getting an erection and
exploding all over her. Somehow this was about the Hanging Tree, and this
was about my guilt, my shame, and especially my terror at the way this
brother felt for this sister.

Penny stared at me open-mouthed, "Jacob..."

"We were having such a good birthday dance," I sniveled, "and I ruined it!"

"N...no.... No, Cobby."

I hunched over and shook, and then I was crying for real, tears
everywhere. My baby sister came close than held me hard, bare skin to bare
skin. She reached up to smooth my crazy red hair as I wept, my tears
flowing onto her neck, my broken sobs at her throat.

"I know," she whispered. "I know, Cobby.  I have the same feelings myself!"

"Wha...?  You...! No Penny!"

Now tears were running down her face, and she was frightened. I needed to
tell her that this fantasy `game' of ours was nothing more then a
make-believe `crush', a stupid `puppy love', a temporary 'thing' we were
going through, just `pretend'.

"It's all silly," I said.

"Silly?" Penny almost shouted. "I know we are sister and brother. But deep
down we are more than sister and brother, we might be lovers, and I'm not
afraid to say it! There is nothing right or wrong here; well maybe it's
wrong, but it feels so right. Why should we care what rules and taboos
society holds over us?"

"Pen...," I said, shocked by what she must have read in some book. "You
can't be serious."

At that remark she punched me as hard as she could in the chest.

"Ow!" I cried, my hand coming up to cover my ribs.

"Of course I'm serious!" Penny yelled, and then, "Look, I don't understand
what's happening to us or why...," she looked up at me, "...but Cobby, I do
not want us to stop!"

I gaped wide-eyed at her. Had we each really confessed our crazed and crazy
thinking out loud to each other? We had actually spoken
`that-which-must-never-be-spoken'. After such a confession we huddled
together, a doomed brother and sister, dazed yet grateful to find a sibling
ally who shared the forbidden burden. With our confession came relief. The
relief of shared feelings. And then sympathy. And from sympathy, quite
naturally, desire.  Desire that made normal, in a way, any abnormal
incestuous sexual play that was in the air.

Patches poked between our shocked and silent selves with her tail wagging
and looked from one of us to the other eagerly and gave a whining yelp. She
loved us and our play and was beyond judgment of us. She licked at my
shorts and I panicked at first, aware that my stiff one was poking up. This
triggered the guilty impulse to quickly hide my obscene display before my
little sister ran away again. Yet Penny made no move to flee. Then Patches
turned to nuzzle her cold nose between Penny's thighs. Penny shimmered with
the sensation and broke into rippling laughter. My outrageous kid sister
settled her dark ox-eyes directly on me and my crotch. Her little smirk
became an expression of clear interest. After silently eyeing me a bit, her
gaze met mine.

And she shocked me by saying, "But look Cobby! You're so big. Your cobbles,
too. They used to hardly be anything at all, and now you hang down like a
bull. I wish we'd never stopped taking baths together!"

My sister's breathy comment took the edge off my nervousness. I could not
help but smile. At once she relieved my fear of rejection, and my
boy-insecurity about how my manhood measured up. I had to laugh.

"Oh," she went on with a shy smile, "Cobby? While yours is stiff, will you
let me help you? Can I make it shoot so it will go down?"

"N-n-no way!" I stammered righteously, "You are my s-s-sister and you know
I cannot have you do that. What happened before was a mistake."

If I could help it, no one was going to take me out to the Hanging Tree for
committing incest!

"Why not?" she considered. "It would feel good to you, and I don't see
anything wrong with a sister doing something to make her brother feel
good."

That Penny! She was always saying something nasty that I couldn't even
speak back to.

I made myself say, "Sis, we can only be just `kissy sibs', but never any
more than that. We cannot, Penny.  The Black Coats will come and get us if
we do!"

"Oh Cobby, I won't molest you," she assured me. "I simply want to learn
human anatomy. I want to `play doctor' for real."

She pulled me closer, making me bend forward so our foreheads touched and
then our noses. We were eye to eye, gazing deep into one another and fully
aware that we were nearly nude.

I caught Penny's infectious laughter yet I found myself determined, "Okay,
we have a pact. Our pact – we'll play doctor and study anatomy, our
anatomy. But at least one of our underwears stays on, then it's not
incest!"

Or so we promised. My kid sister cuddled into me, sighing. She worked her
fingers over my bare chest and shoulders, deliberately probing the dips and
bumps of my new rope-climbing muscles, like poking me to see if I was
actually there.  I slid my hands down the length of her sleek back to pat
that round and curvy bottom in her panties. I lifted her up, swinging her
around as easily as a sack of potatoes at Cousin Max's market. She wrapped
her legs about my hips and my cock worked upright in my shorts, determined
to worm its way between us. Penny giggled. Leaning close, I very softly
nuzzled her cheek. Penny turned with her tongue held between her teeth so
that our lips brushed across each other. Not passionate or anything, but a
contact. My heart beat so hard that I could hardly move. We were in this
together.

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PLAYING DOCTOR

Sniggering like maniacs we clung half naked as I carried my kid sister down
the hallway toward our tiny common bedroom to `play doctor'. A distant
lightning flash came in the single window, while the rain drummed on the
roof. I tugged on the cord to the dim ceiling bulb, and with a big grin
Penny pulled down the threadbare Schwann family quilt divider that hung to
keep us apart, and tossed it invitingly onto her bed.  I stared at our
reflections in the many mirrors on the doors and walls and ceiling. There I
was age 13, holding my sister before me like when we were little. She so
short and me so tall, but with familiar faces gazing at each other, family
features all alike, same deep smiley dimples, same squarish chin, same wide
and dark ox-eyes with so-long lashes, same sporty stance – she from
diving, me from gymnastics. I blinked, not believing this was real. I
yowled like a young tom cat.

I nudged her to lie down in her big green bed. Penny laughed and stretched
bare breasted onto her back, sucking her thumb and rubbing the front of her
panties with her other hand. Her body was slim and smooth as glass. Her
long dark hair spread over the pillow down her shoulders and along her
sides. Her small impish boobies stood proudly off her chest, the nipples
pink and pointy. Her waist was tiny and flared to wider hips, surprisingly
full in so young a child, and tapered to her shapely legs. Her pink
flowered undies pulled into her puffy slit, the kitty lips appearing
swollen and wet. My cock began to pulse in my grey cotton two button fly
Camp Cainan shorts. I twisted my lips in a nervous smile, uncertain, and
she did the same.

"Well sis, here I come...!"

I did a gymnast's frog-leap full length onto her springy bed landing
practically on top of her. Like little kids we tickled and goosed, our
smooth bodies and warm skin pushed together on the complaining old
mattress.

"Remember our pact – as long as one of us has underwear on, Pen, it's
not incest and it is okay!"

I rolled up next to her, my boxer-covered backside round in the various
mirrors. My eyes and mouth were reflected popped wide open in amazement. My
big bare feet stretched out so far beyond her tiny ones, I had forgotten
how much smaller Penny was than me, which in its own way actually excited
me more. With Penny topless, there was more skin showing than at any swim
meet. I thought I was going to drool. Penny laughed and laughed as she
looked me all over.

She flopped over onto her tummy, giving a stupid chuckle and grinned up at
me hungrily. She tucked one arm beneath her, down to her groin to rub
herself. Penny humped the bed covers gently. I just watched her at her
exercise, such personal and private play that she was letting me see. I
reached for my little sister, hands trembling, to stroke her back, so
smooth and flinching. Her skin was soft and satiny, just like when she was
a baby. She closed her eyes and purred, and I shivered at the feel of her,
watching her lift and heave on her bed, her hand rubbing herself down there
and making her glow. She seemed to drift someplace, her fingers moving
rapidly underneath. She shook when it hit her strong, and her pretty little
butt rolled. She panted a soft grunting of pleasure. Red faced and glowing
with an adoring smile she slowly rolled fully onto her back, her little
breasts springing up after being squashed on the bed. Her other arm reached
toward me. When she touched my thigh I jumped like from an electric
shock. Penny laughed nervously.

"Why hello," she chirped as to a new chick appearing in the nest. "Look
who's here!"

My hooded cock head was just peeking out from the loose leg of my shorts. I
grit my teeth, my heart hammered inside my chest so hard and fast it made
me light headed.

"Whoa! P.... Penny..." I whined feebly with a show of being mature and
responsible, "You better stop. Shouldn't we cut this out?"

But I didn't move. My kid sister explored me clinically through the leg of
my boxers. What was a guy to do? I figured `playing doctor' was all right
for a brother and sister on her birthday.  It wasn't like this was illicit
sex or anything. There were no Black Coat incest vigilantes on the
horizon. At least she still had her underpants on. Penny smiled. My glans
gradually pushed the fabric aside and slid more forward. She poked at my
foreskin, sending sparks everywhere through me even as she and I giggled
uncontrollably. Distant lightning flashed outside and I swear the air
prickled around us.

"It's King Tinkler time![Episode #2]" Penny sang from our bath days, "I see
you, and you see me! Here comes my Cobby! One! Two! THREE!"

Okay, that was my cue.  I gulped and bravely – or foolishly – pushed
the band of my boxers below my balls. Out flopped that skinny stiffening
cock, plain for all the world to see.  Penny stared at it. No going back
now, this was for real. I boldly shoved my shorts down and kicked them
away. There I was echoed in all the mirrors, naked as a short-haired hound
with everything showing. My crazy red hair made a big ball at my head. I
was long and lean alright, not so scrawny anymore. Penny lifted herself off
the bed to see better, so I showed off and flexed my belly muscles for her
which made my prick quiver. I touched myself, watching my sister nod slowly
as if we were under a timeless water, slow moving forms in the fathoms of
space. Slow music was playing on some inner ear....  I diddled my
cock. Patches raised her head as I started to pant; my nude body became
rigid and stretched.

"Oh, I see!" Penny said, a gleam of a grin on her face. "So you're planning
to do it all by yourself, huh?"

She touched my belly, the muscles going tense and smooth again and again. I
loved sensing her fingers push on me, sending those little blue zingers
right through me. She looked so boggled, like she couldn't touch enough of
me. All of a sudden I got it. My sister was hot and getting hotter from
seeing and feeling me - her brother's body. My flesh could excite hers,
which really fired me. Penny's fingertips twirled the small whorls of my
downy red pubes. Then her hand joined mine in holding my balls and rolled
them like eggs. I groaned and she cupped her palm beneath my slim hard
boy-cock to draw on it and I jumped. I truly did not know what to do. I
knew that the smart thing to do would've been to stop her then and
there. But I was too worked up, and her hand felt too good. I was at her
mercy. I dropped my arms away to my sides. I laid my head back, closing my
eyes, trying to control my breathing, exposed and helpless and giving in to
her. All my concerns seemed to drain away as the pace of Penny's hand
increased. She was soon milking her fist up and down the full length. Some
clear glossy fluid oozed through the tiny slit at the center of the knob
and dripped down in a long string.

"Cobby, you smell so geared up."

I felt the exquisitely unpleasant fullness in my throat. And then I sensed
the tingly feeling of a coming cum. I huffed like a marathon runner, my
heart pounding at double its normal rate as tremors of electric bursts
washed over me. Penny must have felt my thin cock throb in her hand. I
moaned and thrust my hips in the air. I felt a flood rising from deep
within. With one last thrust my whole body straightened, I almost passed
out with the intensity. Suddenly the flood broke, as the fire spurted from
me. My cock erupted globs of white cum high onto my chest and her arm.

"YES! Ooh... Ngh-ah...!  Ngh-ah...!  Ngh-ah!"

Explosions flashed across my mind, swelled, and slowly died. Panting, I
opened my eyes to see Penny smiling at me. The flood of wetness coated her
hand and wrist and we both looked to see the final flow of milky semen. It
oozed with each sparking contraction out of the top and down my shaft over
her fist working me there. Penny stared at my body heaving and collapsing,
and she looked amazed at her spermy hands. Too shocked to say a word I gave
her a blank look of disbelief. Then she giggled and laughed out loud. I
crumpled, trembling in the afterglow, gazing at her pretty little tits, a
thousand ideas of further sibling passion spinning through my mind. I
mouthed a silent `Wow!'

She grinned from ear to ear, "I did it, didn't I!"

"I can't believe I let you do that!" I gasped amazed.

My kid sister lifted her hand coated in my thick white spunk and smelled it
and just put out her tongue to taste it and swallowed. I shivered; I could
have cum again, watching her.

I shook my head and just kept saying, "Wow! Oh, wow!"

Still giggling, we wiped each other clean with a corner of the
quilt. Finally I hopped up and politely pulled my grey Camp Cainan boxers
on over my rascally sex, like a magician returning his rabbit to a top
hat. Then I bounced beside her on the bed once more.

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CUM AGAIN?

"Now it's your turn!" I roared.  "Remember our pact – as long as one of
us wears underwear while 'playing doctor', Pen, it's not incest!" Then I
begged in a wobbly voice, "May I?"

She stared at me matter-of-factly with a vacant smile, nodding her head,
"Sure."

My hand shook, held above her mostly naked body. I did not know what to
touch first, like selecting from a box of chocolates. I rubbed the warm
skin of her tummy, my hand making small circles sort of stirring her from
the outside. She purred like a kitten. She put both arms to her side and
lifted her chest slightly, offering herself to my clumsy touches.

"I'm on edge," she whispered to me. "This is all something I haven't felt
before."

I saw her breasts up close and her nipples hard with excitement.

"You can feel them, Cobby; it'd be nice.  I know it feels nice when I touch
them, especially the nips."

Like an explorer making a first ascent, I walked my fingertips up the
giving rise of her adorable breast cones, circling the darker ring around
her nipples. She gave a sudden choking sound.  I pulled back, my hands
trembling, my chest pounding in time with the throb of my penis pinned down
again in my shorts.  She grinned slowly and bobbed her head. It was okay;
she wanted me to touch her breasts.

"You give me goose bumps," I managed to croak. "These little pillows are
sweet, all soft and warm. Gosh!"

My senses reeled as she made cooing sounds, my fingers and thumb at her
swollen nipples triggering some need of hers.

She trembled and gasped, "Oh, Cobby, that... That's really nice. Tickley
all over.  Like fire down inside me; down and deep. Oh, I like that!"

She shifted closer, pressing against me, smiling so I would not stop. My
fingers made larger circles on her stomach until they came in contact with
the waist band of her panties. On the next pass, I allowed my fingers to go
slightly under the band.

 "Penny?" I whispered after a meticulous survey. "I showed you mine. Will
you show me yours?"

Penny just stared at me wide eyed. Her thumb in mouth, she laid her hand on
my wrist. Then very slowly she let her limbs spread wide open. I started to
push under the edge of her panties. Penny's hand suddenly gripped the top
of my hand, but instead of pulling it back she applied pressure forcing it
further down into her panties. The heat rose as my finger felt a soft
slight rise then a thin crack separating the two soft mounds of her
kitty-pen.  I slowly moved my finger to rub up one side of her smooth puffy
mound, over the top and back down the other side. It was dry and hot and
free of any hair or fuzz.  Penny shifted her leg up over mine.  Now I had
complete access to her 11 year old kitty-pen.  This was a dream come true;
something I had wanted to do ever since our time together at the Green
Grotto [Episode #4].  I moved my fingers around her several times before I
gently pushed down the little crack separating the two very soft puffy
folds.

"Oh Cobby," she gasped. "It feels so tingly in my kitty-pen. Right up into
my tummy. It feels good!"

I moved down the thin crack. I rubbed my finger causing Penny's body to
shiver. Her mouth was open now and her head thrown back. That sound I heard
was her humming. With my long finger I explored back up toward the chubby
lips of her little slit, feeling her slick moisture and warmth. She could
not help making chirpy noises and jumped. I jumped too. I became bolder,
the panty fabric stretched to the breaking point.

"Penny," I pleaded, "about lowering your panties?"

"But my head tells me not to be stupid. And there are butterflies ripping
through my tummy, Cobby." In a second she added, "Yet..."

She helpfully lifted her butt off the bed. I bolted up on my knees to grip
her panties as she began to scrunch them down. They caught on her thighs,
and then she shifted her legs so I could tug them and she kicked them
away. My little sister stretched out totally naked before me, inviting my
approach.

"I am going to open my eyes," she whispered.

Sitting up, she looked down. Her very puffy kitty lips did seem large and
out of place in between her slender legs. The hairless skin was shiny with
moisture and the cleft had separated to show the red lips inside.  I
whooped, staring at her.

"What a sight!" I marveled out loud.

I had done it. Here was my 11 year old sister lying in bed by me, legs
spread, completely nude. She was even waiting for me to rub her off! What
would the Stone Crew say?

"I've heard so many stories," I said.

"I don't think boys are as complicated as girls," Penny mused, staring at
my stiff one pushing again at my shorts. "You can easily see what a boy
looks like when it hangs there and sticks up all out in the open. But with
girls it's different. It's hidden between our legs."

"Is there nothing to see?" I breathed, mystified.

Her swollen lips parted in their excitement, seeming to become more
engorged as we looked at them.

"Yes, there is. Old Aunt Elsa says my vagina is like a shell, a round pink
tender shell, opening and closing, closing and opening. Or like a sleeping
flower blossom, a tulip or orchid, the center deep, the scent mysterious,
the petals gentle but sturdy."

Penny chanted an old song: "My dove is in the clefts of the rock, in the
secret places of the cliffs, hiding in the holes on the mountainside. Show
me your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your
face is lovely. Let us catch the foxes, the little foxes that run in the
vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom."  (Canticles of Canaan, 2:
14-15.)

I quickly maneuvered myself along her widely splayed thighs. I stared. Was
it ugly or beautiful? I did not know. Funny looking like an earlobe; as
strange a structure as a penis and balls I thought. And on Penny it was
beautiful; it had always been beautiful.

"Yeah," I murmured. "It is like a blossom, a pink lady slipper, a moccasin
flower."

I thought of that strangely veined, fleshy flower – succulent, swollen
and so sensual and sexual.  I lay my head real close, and inched my fingers
to gently spread her kitty open, teasing apart the inside lips. They felt
warm and springy.

"Cobby, N... Not there.... Cobby. Uu-aa Ah..."

I touched her wetness, soft and smooth and she leaped.

"Ouch! Cobby, I'm not a climbing rope!"

"Sorry."

"Your fingers are just strong, stronger than you know," she murmured. "I
should feel guilty that it's my very own brother playing doctor and
touching me," she confided. "But I've shaken that out of my head. After
all, we're of the same blood, aren't we?  And it seems right to me. And I
couldn't make you stop anyway, could I?"

I kept fumbling and feeling about her privates.

"Penny, that hole is so small. I can hardly imagine how a guy could ever
get it way up inside there. Much less a baby come out. Wow!"

She laughed, "It's hard enough getting my own finger in there!"

The big mirror over her bed showed my hand at her. She looked so little and
exposed in all the reflections, making my narrow frame seem broad and burly
compared to her smallness.

"Look at us Pen, aren't we something!"

She looked about and gasped, the reflected images somehow making our
naughty make-believe real. We watched my fingers probe her. Penny let out
an involuntary squeal and threw back her neck. A `surprise' ripped through
her body, every muscle in her slim frame convulsing for a brief
second. With my free hand I reached to squeeze one puffy nipple, then
another. My groping finger continued to work over her fleshy lips and
hidden spaces, and soon her surprise came again. She drew breath noisily
between her teeth as a tremor of spasms ran from the top of her head down
the line of her jaw and neck, across her tight torso and down her thighs,
finishing itself in her curled toes.

"Don't....  I don't want you to stop, Cobby.  Please.  Don't ever stop!"

When I heard those pleading moans, any thought that it was wrong to be
doing this with my own baby sister faded away. She beamed as she lay back,
sucking her thumb again, fully opening herself to me. Intent on my business
I uncovered her nib, about the size of the tip of her little finger. Now I
was careful, not too much pressure, certainly not too rough, a gentle
circular pecking motion.

Penny gasped loudly, "Cobby! Ohh, an electric shock! There! Right there!"

I kept at it, softly, softly. Now harder, thinking of the older Stone Crew
guys in the camp shower, handling their big selves and telling tales and
giving instructions.

"That feels so good," she murmured, "in my tummy and all over my
kitty-pen. Ha-a-a..... It's strange...." She put her head back, eyes
squinched shut, mouth open. "Cobby.... Ah. Aw-aaa-aaa!!"

She pulled away, shuddered and then thrust her hips hard against my
palm. As my finger brushed it I felt her tense slightly and shiver again. I
deliberately rubbed it once more.

"Oh! That's nice!" she squealed. "N-a-a-a...."

The glowing pink lips of her pussy appeared swollen and glistening wet. I
eased my hand inside her, slipping a finger in the moist delicate tissue
where only her fingers had been before. She chanted a steady cadence of
soft sounds. She shook and jerked. She breathed harder. I kept
stroking. She was acting just like I did when I tossed myself off in bed
and I realized that whatever it was I felt, and whatever it was I did, I
was giving her the same feelings that stroking my dick gave me.

"You like this?" I whispered.

"Yes," she breathed back at me. "Oh! Oh-h-h! Oh!" she panted, her ass
rocking in sync with my probing finger. "The warmest surprise I've ever
known is inside my belly and spreading all over. Oh Cobby, my surprise, my
big surprise! It's coming!"

My sister's cries of pleasure and excitement grew louder and stronger as
some rapidly approaching release built its crescendo in her little
body. She grabbed my arm and called out my name as it came over her.

"Oh, J-A-C-O-B!"

"Take it easy, sis," I warned.

"Haa, Ha, Haa, Ha...."

Bleating like a lamb, she dug her fingers into my biceps. She suddenly
squealed and went totally tense; her butt bucked and thrashed on the
bed. Her whole body writhed and she let out a high pitched screech that
could have been heard down by the barn.

"Ayee," she grunted. "Oh, Great Mother! I'm going off like fireworks!"

Her body shuddered and sagged onto the bed. I felt her gush even wetter in
there; I never knew girls leaked when they came. My hand and the bed
clothes were damp and the aroma filled the room, heavy, salty, the scent of
sex.

"P.... Please wait....  My surprise is still....  Let me calm down a bit,
Cobby."

When her tender muscles stopped contracting around my fingers, I eased off
and lifted them away, sniffing and licking the seashell taste. Penny went
limp. Finally she opened her eyes and blinked, her face set free in
amazement. She sucked in air, calming down. A few quiet moments went by and
she stroked my arm.

"Oh, Cobby!"

"Did it feel good?"

 "Y..., yeah...!"

"Did you like that?" I whispered to her with pride, amazed at my apparent
prowess.

"Umh huh," she managed to get out breathlessly. "And how!"

"You looked all smooth when it happened," I said quietly, "like when
vanilla pudding 'smiles', almost boiling in the pan. Like my own dreamy
feeling when near - swimming in a thick gooey lake, arms and legs flailing,
struggling to hold my breath, being sucked far inside until I go 'twang'
for real."

Her body gave a final quiver as she looked up at me with soft, happy
eyes. She reached a lazy finger to touch my belly and chest then my chin. I
glanced around the room at every mirror showing her smiling blissfully, all
bare and spread helplessly open, my slender muscley back hunched over her
like a vampire's. And then giggles as we mopped up the mess we had
made. The rain still fell outside. She stretched her hand toward the side
of her bed against the wall and drew a blanket and fussed with it to cover
both of us for a long Skull Night nap. It was the cotton Schwann family
quilt that had divided our bedroom, and it now sheltered us both.

"Happy birthday, Penny," I sighed snatching her abandoned panties to fold
around my prick, ready for another bedtime beat-off.

This was not incest because I still had my underpants on!
Yours truly, JACOB
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<to be continued>