Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2012 08:31:37 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #15'(bi inc gB cons)[15!24]

'Cob 'n Pen #15'(bi inc gB cons)[15!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
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Cob `n Pen #15

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: Familiar Fingers; Illicit Panties; Stroke It;
Wha'Ya Doin'?; Don't Stop.

>>>PENELOPE
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From PENNY
Pike Lake Crossroads bungalow, December 1933 thru February 1934.

FAMILIAR FINGERS

About that Skull Night when my brother and I `made love with our fingers',
I had never felt anything like that, Uncle Doctor, even from you! [Episode
#3]

On the night I turned 11, my 13 year old brother Cobby and I played
doctor. I touched him and his whole body went stiff and white stuff shot
out all over me [Episode #13]. Cobby was afraid the Black Coat incest
vigilantes would be out to hang us, but we confessed we were just
kissing-kin and not molesters or incesters. We made a pact that as long as
one of us had our underpants on, it was not incest. So it was on to our
shared bedroom with the hot steam heat and all the mirrors. When he
daringly pulled his shorts down a second time, and lay back on my big green
bed all naked with it sticking up, my brother looked so fine in such an odd
and lip smacking way, like a secret revealed, noble even, a prince, my
prince. He glanced at me with that sweet look of his and blushed,
embarrassed maybe, and also goading me, daring me, tempting me. He flinched
as my fingers wrapped around it and squeezed a bit and then I slid my hand
down to tickle his cobbles in their sack.  He was more nervous than I was
but he did seem to loosen up as time went on.

"Penny, you sure about this?" Cobby asked.  "You're my sister. We're not
supposed to do this."

"Yes I am, and yes we are." I rose up and got in his face and said, "You
are my brother. I've wanted this for a long time.  This is for both of us
since I want to do it so much."

And I liked it, I didn't mind doing it. He wasn't hurting me or making me
do it. Being a girl and having any boy getting you to play with his penis
does something strange inside to you. And then when it's your own brother,
well, it's like you're never really just a sister again. You're
special. So, when Cobby finished looking like he'd been plugged into a
light socket and his thing splattered all that milky baby batter again, he
started in with the doctor thing on me. I mean fingering me with a touch
like a bare electric wire. What a surprise, and did I ever cum too!
[Episode #14] I loved him for it. Part of it was physical to be sure, being
filled by his finger and flushing hot all over. But part of the happiness
was being with someone so very close to me. My brother was dear to me, and
by being with him I knew that I was dear to him. If for every woman, as Old
Uncle Max used to pronounce, the essence of an orgasm was to `be desired',
then yes, I was desired and desirable. I knew that. My Jacob made me feel
that. I was fulfilled, and all just with his finger! I smiled and after
that he smiled, and then as if we had done this a hundred times, we leaned
together and hugged. And that was my 11th birthday!

And so we discovered our mutual yearning to share our bodies with one
another. And this was not incest. This was my brother and me having
fun. And one of us had underwear on, too. But those days and weeks after my
birthday were baffling. We were charged up and we wanted each other, but
the fear of being found out and punished was too strong. Our `home-house'
near Pike Lake Crossroads was but a mile and a half from the old pine
Hanging Tree, for gosh sake. That is where our grandfather Josiah had been
castrated and hanged when he was only 15, because he sired our own dad
Jesse on his pet little sister [Episode #4]. So Cobby and I were playing
with fire, playing with each other's fire, practically in the shade of that
tree! No wonder we lived in fear. Or at least Jacob did. I did not think of
that so much. I just liked being with my Cobby and having his neat body
snuggle as close as possible to mine. Yet I followed his fear and pretended
that we were not what we really were for each other.


***

In the days after our birthday dress up charade we loyally ignored each
other – because we cared about one another, and didn't want either of us
to get hurt. But over the next few weeks it got really tense. I'd do
something like the chores or sit around listening to the radio, and I'd see
him staring at me. Or Cobby and I would bump into each other and I couldn't
help but notice the bulge in his trousers. One day, about a month after it
all happened, Cobby and I were at home alone and I was washing dishes late
at night. The kitchen was warm. Naturally I was just wearing one of his
cast off pajama tops, and I can't remember if I was wearing any panties of
not. He brushed so near to me that my blood began to heat all over again. I
turned around and caught my big brother staring at my butt. He snapped his
head in the opposite direction, but he'd been trapped.

"Cobby," I said. "That's it. What's happening? I mean, you're staring at me
and watching me when I'm doing things. What's going on?"

"Nuthin'," he said.  "Don't know wha'ya talkin' about."

"Oh, so you were not just staring at my butt, huh?"

He was quiet for a long moment and then asked softly, "Sis, do you think
about it?"

I immediately blushed.

"About us?  How am I supposed not to think about it?" I cried. "That was
the most amazing thing that ever happened to me."

"Yeah, me too," he said. "The fire inside heats my blood to boil, but I try
not to think of it. What happened with us, Penny, is over and done
with. Only trouble'll come of it. We both agreed to let it go."

So I tried to forget everything about my birthday night with Cobby. As if
nothing had happened.  Maybe nothing happened to him but something strange
had happened to me, something I didn't understand yet. I missed his company
when we stayed out of each other's way for those weeks, or maybe it was
just a few days. Again, I felt bad. I don't know why. I was sulky, like I
was being cheated. In its place was the hope of being favored with one of
his sunny smiles, with a glimpse of his bold bare back on the way to the
toilet, or with my painful, tempting 11 year old hope of brushing up
against his sleeve or the swell of his butt in one narrow space or another.
Oh well.

***

He and I slept in the same bedroom of course, separated by the old Schwann
family quilt strung down the middle of the room [Episode #10]. I had to
fight the urge to go over to his side at night and start up where we'd left
off.  So nothing happened for a couple of weeks after our Skull Night
show-n-tell time.  Then we got careless with the quilt, and by looking in
the various mirrors, which were all over the place on the doors and over
the beds and on the ceiling, you could see a lot. Even if it was dark some
moon and star light came in the window showing outlines and such. Cobby'd
wait until he thought I was asleep and then he'd pull his covers down and
lie there stroking his long skinny bone. I couldn't really see it, but I
could see the white of his underwear against his skin, and when he pulled
them off, I could see the light ghost part where he wasn't tanned. I knew
he was rubbing it; and I could tell when he made it squirt because the bunk
springs stopped squeaking and he let out that strange series of moans.


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ILLICIT PANTIES

I went for girls' swim team practice at the pool in Mount Forest and to
away events. But one day I came back early to our shotgun cottage at Old
Aunt Elsa's. I don't know why but I stood outside and looked over the snow
bank into the window of our shared bedroom. I saw Cobby.  He came into our
room. He went straight to my big green bed. He picked up a pair of my
grubby panties. He sniffed and licked them. He lay down on my bed with his
head on my pillow. He unbuttoned his trousers, pulled down his underwear
and his hard dick popped out like one of Uncle Doctor's cigars and he
started jacking off. I watched him. He licked my panties as if he were
making love to them. And he stroked his cock with them. I saw it.

I don't know what I was thinking but I decided to walk in on him; I wasn't
sure what I was going to do. As quietly as I could I went to the back porch
and in the kitchen door to drop my boots and pea jacket. I tiptoed down the
hall to our bedroom. I then took a deep breath and opened the creaky door
and looked at him. My brother was lying back in my bed. His eyes were
closed. He'd pulled his shirt up from his ridged belly and his pants were
down around his thighs. Bright red pubic hairs coiled out as his fist
travelled up and down that long thin hard cock. He licked my panties,
jerking off.

"Cobby?" I asked.

He looked up like I'd caught a thief.

"Oh shit!" he cried.

He jumped up and pulled his pants on and hurried and put the panties back
by my bed. He then turned around and slowly looked over at me. He had fear
and shame in his eyes. We stared at each other for what seemed like
forever. He opened his mouth and nothing came out.

"Sorry. Sorry to walk in on you," I said, trying to blow it all off like it
was no big deal. "But are you okay?"

"I'm sorry," was all he could say.

I felt so sad for him; I could tell he was completely humiliated. He nodded
and with drooping shoulders he shuffled out with his head down. Later he
stayed on his bunk and when our mom made dinner we three sat at the kitchen
table and my brother was silent.

"Jacob honey, are you alright? You are so quiet," mom said.

"Just tired," he said and put his head back in his plate. I looked at him
and he looked at me. I gave him a smile and he smiled back. After dinner I
asked if I could come over to his side of the quilt dividing our room.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi."

"Are you okay?  You're not talking."

"I'm just so embarrassed about today," he said.

"Don't be. It's okay." I wanted him to understand.  "See, it's the same
with me. But I do it in my head. When we're both patting Patches and our
hands touch, my heart explodes. Or brushing past you in the bathroom, or
pushing my foot up your leg under the kitchen table when we do homework.
All night I lie in my bed wanting to touch you wherever I can and whenever
I want.  Today I breathed in your smell from my pillow after you'd sprawled
on it in my bed. I get hot. That's what's happening to me. To us!"


***

Later that night I turned out my little bedside lamp a couple of minutes
before I heard Cobby in the bathroom. I don't know why he left the doors
opened, but one of the mirrors showed him silhouetted as he stood and peed
in the toilet. He let loose and it sounded like he dumped a pail full in
there. I guessed he was going to bed since it was near midnight so I turned
over, closed my eyes and as usual began to rub myself.

I heard him pull the chain and the flushing sounds and I called out,
"Goodnight Cobby."

In a moment I felt a presence or maybe I heard a small sound. I don't
really know. I'd dozed off with a thumb in my mouth and a finger in my
crotch. I was such a sound sleeper that nothing bothered me.  So it was
easy for him to come to me. I opened my eyes. It was only mostly dark, the
steam heat made it hot in our bedroom.  It was Cobby. He was so sweet. He
planted a kiss on my forehead and kneeled by my bed.

He said, "Sorry if I woke you, Penny. I came to see if you were awake. You
looked so cute lying there I had to give you a kiss."

Cobby was adorable; flaming red hair, freckles, dimples, pouty look. He had
just his pajama bottoms on as usual, and he was eye-catching with his boy
body so narrow and tall; sturdy chest, strong shoulders, newly muscular
arms, what with his rope climbing – he was looking good! He took the
straight approach and asked me up front what he wanted for his own
pleasure.

He said, "Help me."

"How do I help?"

"Will you let me borrow your panties?"

No problem! He watched as I pushed my self up in bed with my legs. I pulled
up his old flannel pajama tops I wore at night, and drew down my favorite
pink flowered panties and kicked out of them. My brother trembled with
excitement from head to foot. He was as wide eyed as a kid on Christmas
morning. He sniffed my stinky panties with delight, and when he carried
them back to his bunk, it was as if they were something precious. He was
too wrapped up to talk, and paid no attention to me as I sat gawking in the
mirrors at him on his side of the quilt. He went to his bunk, laid my
panties on the bedspread and then threw himself on it, pulling down his
pajama bottoms as he fell. He pushed and rubbed, his white butt rolling and
sliding in the darkness. After a bit he sat up on the bed, and seemed to
hold my pink flowered panties at his crotch and continued jerking. He fell
back and cried out those strange moans when he finally came, as though he
went to heaven. The panties sparkled in the moonlight from his spunk. He
lay back panting. He was lost in his own world.

The next morning my panties were laid out on the old overstuffed easy chair
under the window between our beds. There they were on the chair arm nearest
to my bed, and I put them on to wear during the day. At night I set them on
the chair arm closest to his bunk. And so we shared them, the `illicit'
panties, me in the day he at night, a couple of times a week for the next
few months. We had a new understanding of who we were and what our needs
were. Instead of embarrassing each other when one of us caught the other
dancing nearly nude in front of one of the many mirrors, or rubbing
ourselves in bed or in the bath, we just walked away.


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STROKE IT

Well, I could not always walk away. Late one night with the room flooded by
moon light off the new fallen snow, Cobby lay in his bunk at his
exercise. In between the screek of the bunk springs he was whispering. It
wasn't enough for me just to suck my thumb and rub myself while peeking at
him in the many mirrors. I had to steal out of my big green bed and sneak
around the quilt to creep up on his bunk where I could really see him. He
was whispering my name!

My big brother was flat on his back working away on himself. Shirtless as
always, with his pajama bottoms pulled below his ball sack, he was huffing
and puffing with my own pale pink flowered panties draped partway across
his face. His eyes were closed while one arm was cast up over his head with
his crimson underarm hair puffed in excitement, and his other hand was
stroking his long skinny rod. Spellbound, I watched his narrow young body,
the wild red hair curling at his head and groin, his freckled flesh so
smooth, the muscles flowing and surging like thick cream poured under the
skin. I stood at the end of his bunk and felt the wetness grow in my
kitty-pen. A warm flush started in my belly and spread through my whole
body. His eyes shut tight, I heard him again.

"Oh, yeah.  Penny, I want you.  Oh, that's it.  Stroke it for me,
Penny. Stroke it!"

I watched the way he rolled his fingers as he stroked up, and pulled the
foreskin back as his hand drew near his belly. I found my hand mimicking
his in midair, as if I were the one working him. Now and then he'd cup his
testicles and roll them gently. I watched his finger press the soft area
just between his balls and his butt hole, as he rocked from side to side. I
was so stirred up to be watching this beautiful boy 'doing it' to
himself. I stepped nearer. I breathed in his body scent. The rousing musk
and sweat gave a lusty, sweet smell as he came closer to letting loose. I
saw, too, the clear pre-cum seeping from his tiny pee-hole in the tip of
the swollen glans.

Hot now, I rubbed my little breasts through the soft flannel of the pj
tops, and slipped my other hand down into my white panties. My fingers knew
what to do and moved to touch myself. It was warm; I patted the soft mound
and poked along the slit which began to drip. My long finger made the
familiar slide over my hard nubbin of a clitoris, making me jump and hunch
my hips. Cobby's head was back and his eyes closed, as his hand moved
slower now, making it last.

I pushed into the moist folds of my kitty and up into the wet pen opening
itself. I dug my finger in as deep as I could. I must have moaned because
Cobby blinked his eyes and opened them wide over the edge of the illicit
panties. He froze when he saw me standing over him. He stared wide eyed,
not moving, until his gaze dropped to my hand in my panties. Then I saw
that faint dimpled smile grow on his face as he took in what I was seeing
and what I was doing. He loosened up, and openly resumed his efforts. We
gaped at each other, each doing our own business. He startled me when he
finally spoke.

"You hot, too?" he asked.

"Oh..., you scared me!" I said.  "Uh, I, um, heard you and looked over, and
you were, you know...."

"Rubbing myself."

"Yeah. And calling out my name!"

"Well, Penny. Of course. Who else heats me up these days?"

"Um..., may I watch?" I asked hesitantly. "May I watch you squirt your
stuff?"

Cobby continued to pull on his stiff prick with his pj bottoms now around
his knees, observing me with the tip of his tongue between his teeth. He
looked directly at my hand in my panties and grinned.

"Okay. Sure!" He kept going, and then said, "Naturally I might get off
sooner if I could see what you're doing down there."

I'd forgotten my finger was still inside my kitty-pen, it felt that
natural. I pulled it free then stepped out of my white panties. I picked
them up and handed them to my astonished brother. He held both pairs of
panties to his nose and continued to stroke himself, looking delighted.

"Move," I said. "Move over."

I pushed his legs and made him make room on the thin narrow mattress of his
lower bunk. I sat right next to my brother, settling bare thigh against
bare thigh, so every excited tremor and shake was transmitted one to the
other through the touch of our legs. I spread mine wide. My labia parted,
the wrinkled inner folds glistened with moisture, and my tiny clitoris
bloomed. Cobby looked on in wonder as I put my finger back inside me up to
my knuckle. He heard my soft sighs as I responded to my own rubbing. With a
grin Cobby reached over to undo the few remaining buttons on my pj tops,
which he pushed back onto my shoulders. I shrugged it off, completely naked
now, and breasted my little titties to show how stiff my nipples were.

I breathed hard as I stared at my big brother and his penis. It bobbed with
each beat of his heart, which I felt where our legs touched. I watched as
he worked the slick precum around the purple crown, then under the
sensitive place in front just above the foreskin. I wanted to watch him
make it happen. I licked my lips as if tasting his cum. With long sweeping
strokes Cobby pulled the full length of his shaft, using the loose foreskin
as a glove. He seemed fascinated with my working my finger in and out of my
kitty-pen and touching my nubbin each time. I added another finger and
pushed them way inside.

"What's that you're doing up in there?" Cobby asked when he saw my hand
wiggling, but not really moving.

Out of breath, I answered, "I'm, uhh, you know.... Touching the place that
makes me, oh, makes me cum."

My body began to quiver and blush pink as my release drew near. I rubbed my
thumb on my little clitoris while my fingers were busy inside. I slowed
down my movements a little.

Cobby panted, "Can we cum together, `lil sis? The two of us at the same
time?"

My voice went higher, "Big brother, cum with me...!"

Cobby eagerly resumed his stroking, and he breathed even harder. He lay on
his back with one leg splayed wide now on top of my knee, bare skin to bare
skin, as I sat nestled tight against him.

"Penny, I'm almost.... Oh yeah! Are you...? Here...! Ng-ahh...!"

"Oh Cobby...! Ah.... Me too...!"

Jerking in unison - ...one...two...three... – surging pleasure spasms
struck our bodies at the same instant – ...four...five...six....  With
each jolt Cobby and I gasped and he sprayed and I gushed. I saw the thick
white ropes of my own brother's seed fly out the tiny hole. It shot high on
his chest, belly and hand. He was covered in the warm fluid as it oozed
from his penis while his balls drew up tight to his body.

Our scents filled the small bedroom with that aroma, heavy, sweet and
tangy. I pulled my wet fingers out of my swollen kitty-pen. I offered them
to Cobby and brought them to his lips. He licked them clean, sending a new
pulse through me as he sucked each one.  I took his hand in my mouth and
did the same for him. I loved the strange taste of his cum. Not just for
the flavor, but because it was from my brother. I wiped my hand over his
flat belly to scoop up his jism, and took it and fingered it deep up inside
myself. I was nowhere near starting my monthlies, but someday....

Cobby stretched back, opening and offering up to me all of his spilled seed
on his belly and chest. Both of us giggled as I stroked it up and licked
off what I did not wipe on me. He took the flat of his hand and with a soft
polishing motion squashed some of his cum over first one of my breasts and
then the other. He felt my delight as yet another round of ripples shook
through me.

"Penny! That's so hot!"

"Yours shot way farther than I thought! I wonder if I would feel it way up
inside?"

We fell together for one second only, kissing a lot, not wanting our
contact to end but pulled apart fast. Cobby quick yanked his pajama bottoms
back up and tied them tight around his waist, so technically he was never
without cover and there was no incest. I tugged on my flannel pj tops but
still sat spread legged without panties on his bed. Of course neither of us
mentioned our dubious deeds or our incredible cumming displays. But we
talked far on into the night about school and sports and our sorry mom and
our crazy dad, and how we would always be there for each other. We did not
mention the Hanging Tree.


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WHA'YA DOIN'?

The days and weeks passed, usually with our behaving ourselves and avoiding
each other. But I yearned to be with my brother. At night in my bed I lay
on top of my pillow pretending it was him underneath me. And I would rock
and rock on top, with my hand up inside me, rubbing. In my mind I imagined
what it would feel like to rub along his lean 13 year old chest and his
belly and his hips and his thighs. To my eyes he was so beautiful, smooth,
slender, strong, shy, and I knew how passionate he could be.

So I couldn't help but fantasize about getting on top of my brother for
real, to lay full length upon him. I imagined it might be on his bunk, or
it could be on the soft down sofa in the front room, or perhaps in the
hayloft of the barn, or maybe if we dared, even by the swimming hole in
view of the tall Hanging Tree. I would stay in my panties every time of
course, and he would be scrupulous about keeping his grey Camp Cainan
boxers on. At first my intention would be to just get really close to
him. I'd start rubbing against him as he held my hips tightly with his
hands, helping me along. I can't explain it, the glorious drive to want to
be grinding there on top of him. I guess I really wanted the nub of my
clitoris to be pushing along the top of his hard penis through our
underwear.

Well, it did actually happen! Very late one night without wearing anything,
neither my panties nor my tops, I crept to his side of the room and onto
his bunk. Cobby stirred from being curled up to lie flat on his back, with
a startled and half asleep expression on his face. He wore only his grey
Camp Cainan boxers. I moved on top and straddled my brother. I lay full
length upon him, feeling him narrow and solid beneath me, just like in my
fantasies with the pillow. Before he could do anything I planted my lips
over his, silencing his questioning voice, his body too startled to shove
mine off. I moved my hips, feeling about for his squashy penis amongst the
worn cotton of his shorts. Feeling with my bare kitty I found it, a
palpable parcel nestled in his crotch, all soft in slumber. So I pressed
onto it where it was hidden in his shorts. I watched his eyes, wide with
alarm and surprise. At first Cobby's legs reflexively tightened around mine
for a wonderful long moment, then he tried to push me off with his arms but
I held him tight. While grappling with him my first cumming surprise ran
through me and I could not stop giggling.

Then below me, between us, something stirred!

In response his whole body squirmed beneath me like a trapped animal trying
to get away, but I wrapped my legs firmly around him in a delectable
wrestling hold. Soon he gave up, and like a taut cable letting loose his
arms and legs flopped wide, his head lolled to the side, breathing
heavily. In happy defeat he was the real victor, because I was powerless to
stop rolling my hips over him again and again. I slowly and sweetly pressed
onto him, massaging him with my groin. My own breathing quickened as I felt
him become harder, his penis pressed firmly on all sides, rubbed by his
skin, by the fabric of his boxers and by my vulva as I pushed it down.

Cobby just stared back at me, shock and uncertainty mixing with something
else to shine in his eyes. His cock, in its awakening arousal, stiffened
further to a point where it became too rigid to be held down sort of
sideways inside his boxers. I rolled and raised up to free it from where it
had been trapped by my body on top of him. Now it was in a straight line
right up his belly and I lifted to look down there where the head turned up
to face us as we peeked.  I settled back down like a young hen on my clutch
to feel it through his boxers, its slim shaft and round head pressing
parallel to my opening. I felt my second surprise cumming.

"Wha.... Wha'ya doin'?  What are you doing?" Cobby must have stuttered a
thousand times.

"Shhh," I softly replied, rubbing my kitty up and down his young dick and
kissing him again.

His head dropped back and his long eye lashes fluttered with his moan. I
must have sent waves of pleasure through his body for him to accept my
reprimand and just lie there, watching me on top of him, slowly
comprehending all that was happening. It was about then he figured out I
was completely naked. His eyes took in the bare flesh over him, pushing on
him and his hips gave an involuntary bump up.

My heart skipped a beat as my brother's cock pressed up at me, so alive and
quick. I let his arms go, now that they weren't trying to throw me off. I
could feel the soft thatch of his pubic hair against my bare kitty mound
since his boxers had been yanked down his hips a bit. I reached to paw at
them, but failed to tug them lower. My fingers touched the hard shaft and
head of his cock, which just peeked over the waistband. I again rolled over
him, his hard dick-shaped bulge in his underwear running up between my
pussy lips, stroking over my clitoris but not penetrating me. I knew that
the top of his cock tip was exposed and I moved so it was in contact with
my naked kitty and that sent me into a whole new level of pleasure. My
fantasies were `cumming' true as I felt the release of my body's third
surprise. With his eyes closed my willing prisoner jumped his hips once
more and groaned a lot. The movement against my clit was too much and I
pushed myself onto him harder, causing the bed springs to squeal.

Cobby reacted by instinct, his butt clenching and bucking at me with quick,
eager thrusts, rapid up and down movements that jolted me above him. His
cock, three years older than my kitty, rubbed where he pressed at me, not
finding its way inside, but massaging the tip just between my parted lips,
working me towards my cumming yet again. His body frantically pushed itself
up at me, clutching me into a hug as his hips went as fast as they could,
up-down-up-down-up-down. I bounced on top of him, my body shaken by each
small, hard grunting thrust. Mid way through a final push to press up into
my crotch, his hips abruptly stopped bucking. My big brother's arms hugged
me tight to him, our bodies pressed together, my head at his chest, my toes
at his ankles, sweating skin against sweating skin. His face looked like he
had let go and was falling off a cliff.

A groan became a roaring yell as a sudden squirt of cum streamed from his
tip and covered my kitty in a warm white wonderful mess. I felt it coat my
vaginal lips, already wet from my own surprises. He still hadn't entered
me. He relaxed back into the bed, spent. His super hard cock was becoming
softer under me. I continued to rub myself on him to one more surprise-cum,
sliding in his spunk, wanting more, ever more, always more....


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DON'T STOP

As hot kids and as sister and brother desperate for each other, Cobby and I
got more and more frantic sexually, while never actually having sex. We'd
lie in bed nearly naked – one of us would have our underwear on of
course – while we masturbated each other. Often we would cum multiple
times.

"I need to cum once more," one of us might ask, "could you help me again?"

"Oh," the other would say sleepily. "Sure," and do what needed to be done.

Orally, we did not do too much. He might lap at my kitty with his tongue
after I gushed, and when he finished I would hold his penis between my
lips, licking and swallowing what was left of his cum. Cobby longed to have
me take his penis in hand and jerk him off. At the same time, I craved the
wonderful pleasure I felt with his hand buried deep in my kitty-pen as he
brought me to orgasm.


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On one early spring night he came to my side of our room and asked if he
could lie down with me.

"Spoons?  Back to belly?"

And of course I said yes. I moved right over and raised the bedclothes
invitingly as he shifted onto my big green bed up against my backside. He
had only his pajama bottoms, and the string tie was already loose so they
nearly fell from him. I was forever excited by my brother's body, like that
of a quite young swimmer's – although he was not a great swimmer –
long, lean, hairless except for the obvious places, smooth and sleek, with
such a narrow waist and broadening chest. I couldn't keep my hands off
him. That night I had my panties on for sure, but shrugged off my pj tops
since I always desired to feel his flesh against mine. I twisted to kiss
him just at the corner of his mouth and he didn't move away but he didn't
kiss right back either.

We lay on our sides with him behind me, and he kept reaching around to
touch my bare breasts and my tummy and my hips and over my panties. He
wasn't pushy; we just moved very slowly. I arched my back so my bottom was
touching him, pressing his penis between us. I kept inching closer,
yearning for that familiar old feel of warm smooth flesh at my back. I
played with his hands as he stroked me, running my fingers in between his
soft web spaces and lightly brushing the inner surface of his wrists. I
paid total attention to every caress of his fingers, wanting him to go
further. Always further. It was all getting pretty hot and I was soaked. I
kissed his arm where it bent about me, and bit his new bicep when it
flexed.

"Ow!" he laughed.

He leaned around and we engaged in a very hot, wet kiss, after which I fell
into one of my deep sleeps with my thumb in my mouth.  I awoke sometime in
the night, and there was this arm draped over me, a hand cupping my little
breast, and someone pressed snugly against my bottom, a very boy someone. I
smiled and drifted off again. The hand rubbed my breast in the steady,
slow, respectful rhythm that somehow I had known and cherished from my
earliest childhood. His gently squeezing fingers sent a sweet signal shot
ricocheting from nipple to clitoris, forcing a soft whimper from my
lips. With a contented sigh, I closed my eyes. I felt the erection growing
against my lower cheeks. It began to hump at me slowly, sliding its
familiar length along my bum crease. His hand was so gentle and loving,
stroking me and inviting me to nibble his arm muscle again.

I sighed and was suddenly aware of just how aroused I had become. I
wondered if my brother was awake or asleep and unaware of what he was doing
with my body. I did not mind, in fact I wiggled back against him as his
hips moved more insistent upon me. His breathing grew more ragged. In my
dreamy state I pressed back against him, matching the rhythm of his
hips. Soft, naughty old sounds escaped my lips, yet I did not care. I felt
the tip of his hard erection make contact with my exposed lower back. His
arm pulled me tightly against his chest, his hand gripped my breast so hard
it was painful. His hips thrust against my back and butt so fast. Thank
goodness we had the shack to ourselves, because the complaining of my big
green bed and the no-longer-quiet sounds escaping my lips would have caused
some serious concern for our mom had she been there.

His hand got closer and closer, teasing me. In time, going farther on the
top of my panties, he reached the lips of my vagina underneath. He touched
where my clitoris was, and then took his hand off my panties.  Before he
could pull himself away from me, I grabbed his hand and forced it to
squeeze my breast even harder, wincing from the pain yet noting the
reaction deep down inside me. I dozed again. Suddenly I found myself
rolling away, fleeing some ancient terror, sucking my thumb hard.

"Bwa-ha-ha-ha....  No bone, daddy!"  I awakened to a child's cry, "Leave me
alone daddy!" [Episode #3]

Had I actually yelled that out loud? Could Cobby hear? My brother froze, a
loud gasp of surprise rushing past my ear. Did he think he was going too
far? Did he fear arrest for sex with a sister and a minor? Was that a sob,
was he weeping and trying to hide it as Cobby tended to do?

"It's alright, big brother," I assured him quietly through my tears. I was
so very close to cumming, desperate for my surprise; as always I was in
such need. I had to have it. I moaned, "Don't stop, please don't stop." But
he held back. I heard myself whisper, "It's okay if you stay, Cobby.
Please stay."

Eventually we fell asleep again without a thing happening – at least one
of us had our underwear on.

Hugs and Kisses, PENNY
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<to be continued>