Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2012 05:52:17 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #16'(bi inc MB cons)[16!24]

'Cob 'n Pen #16'(bi inc MB cons)[16!24]

This is a work of slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted without
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Cob `n Pen #16

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: DeSoto 8; Finger Fun; Penetration; Eyes in the
Night; Pass It On


>>>JACOB
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Pike Lake Crossroads at Old Aunt Elsa's, full moon Saturday April 28, 1934

DESOTO 8

At nightfall on that mild spring evening, Uncle Doctor's big Desoto 8 sedan
roared up to the brick farmhouse at Pike Lake Crossroads.

A deep dark green, the long car had big headlights, black fenders and
running boards; something Ma Barker might have been driving with her
boys. It plowed beyond the house and came to a screeching halt at the
flower garden by the small pond, causing the tundra swans to trumpet with
disapproval. It was the doctor's son, the `Handsome Camper' himself, my
cousin Steven Drake who had entertained me so amazingly for my 11th and
12th birthdays [Episodes #5, #7].

I hopped off my bicycle while the wheels still spun and did a couple of
cartwheels and attempted a back flip so Steven would notice me. I felt two
small arms hug me tight from behind as my 11 year old kid sister Penny
snuggled up and patted my lower belly. She was short but strong from all
her swimming and diving at the Old Drill Hall gym pool in Mount
Forest. We'd learned a lot about each other's bodies! [Episodes #14 , #15]
She poked her head under my arm and scowled warily at Steven, sensing a
rivalry I could not see. Soon she disappeared off to read some book, and I
couldn't be certain, but I don't believe I saw Penny again until the
following morning.

Cousin Steven sure looked swell in his suit and tie, and stood so trim and
tall with his hair combed back and his stylish spectacles, he was
classy. He smiled like he had a million bucks as he bounded up the steps to
visit on the porch swing with Old Aunt Elsa.

Immense Cousin Max called out in his blunt way, "Here's our good boy,
Steven! Always cheeky and ready to rut! So, we hear you're the lucky
`kept-boy' of some hoity-toity senior bank manager in Toronto!"

Steven did not deny it.

"Not just any bank manager, the tippy-top bank manager," Steven said
tugging his coat lapels straight with that knowing look of being in on the
game. "And I'm very, very successful at making my boss feel, ah,
`successful'.  In every way!"  Steven winked, and struck a mock matinee
idol pose, "And by the way my boss is getting me into films at the studios
in Trenton and Montreal!"

Cousin Max slapped his knee and laughed while venerable Old Aunt Elsa
complained that young people mumbled and she did not hear what they said,
nor did she want to.

***

It was long after bedtime when I met Steven for our highly anticipated
spring walk beneath the near full moon. I looked up at Steven and smiled.

"Are your really in the movies?" I asked.

"Yes, in a way. I helped a set director dress a stage and adjust the lights
for a shoot. And part of me has been filmed for real! They were shooting a
blue movie at a bawdy house and needed a photogenic ass. So some midnight
show you'll catch my beautiful butt bouncing on a tiny whore, and my
plenteous sperm spurting all over her belly."

Cousin Steven said he had definitely noticed me when he drove in.

"You bet I saw your bike with that freckled 13 year old boy on it, all arms
and feet and long legs with a big ball of bushy hair like a red pompom; and
a gymnast to boot with that back flip!"

He confided that I was the real reason for his trip to the farm.

"I've planned a belated celebration of your 13th birthday tonight, Jacob
Signet Schwann. One that shall be for you and for me a night to
remember. Always!"

His arm was about my shoulders, and mine about his waist. I had turned 13
the previous August, so I was getting closer to 14. He assured me that this
night we two would have enough `success' for both my 13th and 14th
birthdays and also his 20th, when it came. I giggled and told Steven he was
a dandy, and I admired him with all his sporty leanness.

"Why, I do look like a greyhound in a sport coat!" he chuckled, sucking in
his slim gut even further. "But I don't need you to `admire' me Cob," he
patiently explained to me. "My principal trait is the need to be
`loved'. Or more precisely, the need to be caressed and spoiled. So, my
Sexy Slim, tonight caress and spoil me!"

We strolled together to where the big DeSoto had landed, conveniently out
of sight of the farmhouse and with a view of the moon coming over the
pond. The inside of the great car was still warm when Steven unlatched both
rear doors leaving them wide open behind him, explaining it was so one's
feet could jut out.  Steven had picked narcissus daffodils, and their heady
odor filled the automobile. He flicked a switch and the battery-powered
bulb came on, feeble and flickering like candle light, making the roomy
back of the Desoto feel as safe, intimate and sensual as a dream. He spread
out two old raccoon fur coats and a couple of pillows which Uncle Doctor
used to keep patients warm, and Steven used for his amorous adventures. It
seemed to me that the smell and feel of the fur and the animalism of Steven
were combined. I sat where he patted on the cushy green velvet rear seat,
the size of a big bed. Just being there with him made me very excited.

He sat on the narrow jump-bench he pulled down from the back of the front
seat, smiling at me hungrily. I did not know what was supposed to happen or
how these things were done. I was glad I had grabbed a quick bath after
supper and put on a clean white shirt and blue school pants. Should I just
sit there, or go on my knees before him, or start to undress? I blushed
even more and kicked away my shoes and pulled my socks off and began to
loosen my belt.

"No, no Jacob. Allow me please. Please."

Steven looked so happy just looking at me. He leaned toward me and even
kneeled as his hands slid all over me. He reached one hand to the nape of
my neck and one hand over my chest to fiddle with my shirt buttons. I kept
trying to help and he'd hold his hand up like a traffic cop to stop me. I
just sat and trembled as Steven loosed the shirt tails. He eased my shirt
open and I shrugged it off my back. I took my time pulling my undershirt
off, amazed that he seemed pleased by what he saw.  He slid his hands over
my bare chest. It tickled and I laughed. I got all goose pimply, even
though it was really warm. Steven was bold, and constantly attentive to my
pleasure. He started licking my ear causing my body to tremble. He moved
his mouth to the back of my neck and bit me, sucking hard.  The pain shot
through me, but I pushed into him rather than attempting to pull away.

When he stopped, he whispered.  "You're going to have a great love-bite at
school on Monday. `Oh, flawlessly beautiful boy...' "

I must have blushed or something because I did feel good and my face burned
as he praised me. His fingers unerringly found my slim erect cock through
the pants fabric and his squeeze sent shivers to my soul. He unbuckled my
belt and he drew it out of the loops, watching me. He started to undo the
buttons of my fly, but he did not need to as the hand-me-down trousers were
so loose they practically fell from me as he tugged them down and off my
legs. There I was, in just my grey cotton two button fly official Camp
Cainan boxer shorts – Steven's actually, which he'd given me that first
year at camp. Steven laughed out loud.

"There they are! You look great in them. Now it's your bright red pube
sticking out of the fly."

He pulled them half way down my butt and stopped. He held my naked waist in
his hands. He mentioned the strong sleekness of my hips. He eagerly
explored my body, kissing my thin chest and groin again and again,
complementing me on how much I had grown and my sparse red thatch.

"You're a fine-looking, bright youth who deserves to `succeed'," he
murmured, using that odd word to mean `feel good'. "And tonight we shall
succeed!"

***

I squinched my eyes shut as he pulled off my shorts.

"I've got a real lad," he said gazing at me. "A boy who can caress and
spoil me. So many have come here, but for the first time here is a real
beautiful, decently muscled, pleasing lad; a boy I can worship."

When I opened my eyes again he began to undress himself before me. He
wriggled out of his own clothes, placing them carefully on the front seat
with his glasses on top. I was in awe to see and smell and touch that
heroic youth's classic body. The fall before I'd been with 15 year old
Mickey Sylvester in the gym shower of course, and he was like a short
slender boxer, strongly muscled and sturdy [Episode #12].  And now before
me was my Cousin Steven, older, long, lean, graceful, like a smooth swim
champion, regal in repose. His striking chest was as smooth as porcelain,
his ridged belly hinted at his dark brown pubic hair thickening in whorls
like a @ down to his elegant, tapering tool. I stared at Steven's big
erection and leaned close, watching the rod pulse with his heartbeat.  It
seemed even mightier than in the past at Camp Cainan and then at the movie
theater.

"You know that I am `good', Cob. I am certainly `good' at what I do,"
Steven said and I nodded.

I for sure did know that in the past he had made me cum several times, all
without me rubbing.

"And I know you'll love it with me. I take my time and I certainly know
what to do with a young lad. Just play along and you'll get the best
feelings."

Still nodding, my voice husky with rising passion, I said, "I already told
you I'll do anything for you..."

"I know, I know," he laughed.

***

I sat dumb and limp, sort of slumped naked before him, my body drooping on
the outside but my heart pounding on the inside. I slouched there, passive
and not truly willing, but wanting `it' very much. Whatever `it' was going
to turn out to be. Being with him made me happy. After all, he was a 19
year old man, and I was still a boy of 13. He pulled me close and I loved
the feel of him. My face was buried in his neck and I let my lips just suck
on his skin so he would not know I was kissing him. He was not shy about
kissing me. He kissed me eagerly, he bit my lips. He ran his hands down my
back, pulling my ass cheeks apart to rub his fingers over my center
there. He was like an animal, hungry for every sensation, for every way of
knowing me. He lay in the racoon furs, kissing my chest and nipples,
feeling my legs, my balls and penis, my buttocks. He licked then sucked on
my toes.

"He he he... No Steven. That tickles. He he...  Stop...!"

We giggled uncontrollably together.


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FINGER FUN

Steven had me sit and lie back facing him on the car seat while he kneeled
on the floor. Steven rubbed my legs and pulled them apart. He reached for a
jar of thick oily salve propped in an ashtray and put a big glob on his
middle finger and slowly moved his hand to my ass hole. He paused so I
could look down at what he was doing.

"I want you to relax and enjoy this, as this will be your first time for
this. The salve has to feel a little cold to you. If you do not want me to,
I will not, or if I start and you want me to stop, just let me know, okay?"
he said.

"Okay, I trust you Steven," I said.

"Here we go. I am touching your boy flower, and massaging your round ring."

I squirmed, but I did enjoy it. I had put the tip of my own finger in my
butt before, but nothing like this. Steven's middle finger put pressure on
my hole so I would get used to it and allow it to stay. His other hand beat
my bouncing cock slowly. I was in a horny daze and loved every second of
it.

"You okay?" Steven asked. "I will go really slow and just do what you
want."

He stopped jerking me and just focused on my hole. He kept the pressure
up. He pushed further in.

"I've got to half my first knuckle...."

Steven paused, and looked into my eyes. He wiggled in me a bit and started
to push further as I tightened around his finger.

"Just a little bit more and it will slide in like a cork popping into a
bottle. I want to make you cum so hard. You have no idea what is coming."

I sighed and lay back, putting my arms behind my head, forcing myself to
open my legs wider to him.

"I love it, Cob, that you are so hairless except for the bright red baby
bush at your pits and by your boy dick. Smooth chest, arms, barely any on
your legs. You don't have any gross upper lid fuzz going on yet. Puberty is
being good to you, Sexy Slim! Okay, I'm in up to my second knuckle now. I
just have to wiggle it and push a little further and it will be all the way
in."

My legs bent at the knees of their own accord as I pushed back of course,
giving some resistance. I was pretty relaxed and wanted to enjoy it
all. But I jerked back with how odd it felt, and then wiggled my butt
around his finger to adjust to it. He just let it sit there not moving.

"Oh-h-h..., feels creepy...," I said. "I've only felt things move the other
way before."

"I'm going in a little more, and there it goes, all the way in, past your
inner sphincter ring. Just breathe and relax. I'm up to where my middle
finger meets my hand. I want you to get used to it. You don't know what to
expect. Hell, no one really does."

I lay there, not knowing what to do. Steven handled my cock again and
massaged it a bit. I loved that and said so. He slowed down on my cock and
let go.

"Okay, now I am going to do something odd but good.  I am going to massage
your prostate.  Have you done that before?" he asked.

"No," I said nervously.

"It does not hurt and will feel wonderful.  Your prostate is a sex gland in
your body which I can touch.  It is used to mix fluids and sperms to make
the semen that flows out your body. When it is touched, it will not hurt,
but might feel funny at first.  I'm starting to do a come-hither motion
with my finger. I feel your boy nut inside your ass. I'm applying a little
pressure, stroking it slowly."

My eyes went wide, "OH-H-H....  That..., that is....  It feels like the pit
of my stomach is dropping away...."

Steven massaged my prostate a little faster and kept up the pressure,
playing with my dick and then just stopped all touching completely, but
left his finger up my ass.

"Just relax and let the feelings happen," he told me. "I'm moving my finger
on both sides of the prostate lobe and then further up."

I was going nuts, jumping around and making little whimpering noises, "Oh
Great Mother, it feels so strange and good, like I am going to cum!"

That is when I did cum, moaning the whole time.

"I feel your anal ring clamping on my finger," whispered Steven
excitedly. "Your mouth is open and your eyes are glazed over in pure
pleasure. Your cock's burped up some sparkling boycum drops on your chest
and belly for six, seven, eight spurts!"

Steven gradually withdrew his long finger, wiggling it in a circular
motion. I gasped. He pulled out, slowly leaving me and he wiped his finger
on a handy tea towel. He was smiling.


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ANAL SEX

As I ever so slowly came back down to earth, he let me touch him, lightly
drawing my hand over his strong arms and face and neck and chest and belly
and butt and back. I peered at the tiny slit of his great cock and noted
the shine of clear precum. When he paused I curled my tongue around it, and
I licked the leaking head of it just once like a kiss. His face contorted
in delight.

"Whew, Cob... Ah, oh, oh, oh...!"

And with a loving smile he touched me everywhere. Almost invariably since
our earliest days at camp Cousin Steven had somehow raised the subject of
anal sex. And that evening in the back of the Desoto, after he had used
lips, tongue and fingers to provide me with so much pleasure, he mentioned
it again.

"I can't hold back, Cob. I have to rub my dick on your great little
ass. Don't worry; your big cousin will take care of you."

Steven laughed and said that the thing he loved about assholes was that
everyone had one. It made all of us equal, boys and girls, old men and
ladies and little babies. Every rectum was blessed to feel the same and it
loved to be loved, he claimed.

"The anus is rich in sex nerves, and loves to respond passionately when
stimulated with fingers, tongues, toys, or you name it. And I take my time
going in!"

He grinned another one of his sweet smiles. So it was my turn to make a
move, and I agreed to allow him to attempt an anal entry.

"Uh okay, Steven," I said, "but slowly please. And if I don't want it
anymore, you have to pull out."

"Mmm... My Sexy Slim," he said gazing at me, looking delighted. "Thank you,
Jacob."

Steven seemed very enthusiastic about servicing me as a belated 13th
birthday present.  Now I would loose my virginity to my 19-year-old cousin,
a very aroused and handsome young man with strikingly tanned and formed
muscles. I was so conscious of being naked with him. convinced as I was
that it was just the two of us. He was so glorious naked too. It did not
trouble me, but it did intrigue me. I listened to the sounds of the night
and Steven's mutterings. We were perfectly alone. No one was watching
us. Nobody else was there. But I was not absolutely sure that we were there
by ourselves.

I was quite young, and my stringy body was super tight and I kept licking
my lips and glancing about. My skinny dick was hard and anticipation
gripped me. As always, Steven approached the task with his usual
attentiveness, stroking me, and telling me how excited I made him. I was
helpless as his hands and lips nuzzled my balls and kissed my prick. He had
me kneel on the car seat, showing me how to rest my head on the far arm
rest.

He whispered, "Just lie belly down, I will do it from behind, that is
easiest."

With that, I lay my face and body on the soft coonskin coats spread over
the back seat, my toes hanging out the open car door into the night
breeze. I put a pillow underneath my waist to prop my ass up a bit, like he
said. I spread my knees out to the side as far as they would go on the car
seat, opening up as much as I could. I looked over my shoulder. He oohed
and ahed over my bum, rubbing his face on my butt cheeks and taking little
nips at my flesh with his teeth. He grabbed my buttocks in his hands and
pushed them wide apart, actually licking around my tight puckered anus –
a total surprise! Then he probed it with his tongue, which I found most
stimulating. How had he learned all this? I watched him sit up behind me,
all naked, and reach for the jar of salve.

"Sure?" Steven asked.

"Yeah," I croaked.

He then moved up behind me and applied a large portion of the stuff to
smear on my rectum. While doing this he gently rubbed his fingers up and
down my crack, teasing my hole.  It was a nice feeling, having his fingers
circling my butt hole. Steven worked into me with just the tip of one
finger and then a second. That invasion started my incessant grunting with
each out-breath, which continued for our whole time.

"Huh...!  Uhh...!  Ahh...!  Huh...!"

I looked back to see him putting some of the ointment on his colossal cock.

"Okay," he said, "let's go then."

"It looks painful," I cried, not believing I could take Steven's huge
member. "It's too big!"

Before beginning his insertion, he moved his head up closer to mine and
said softly, "If I go too fast or anything let me know.  I want it to be
`successful' for you, to be `good' for you."

Once ready, he got between my legs and lowered his dick down towards my
waiting hole.

"Ah-h-h..., okay Steven.  Alright... Take it easy at first though."  I
almost sobbed, "I'm all yours."

"Totally, totally! This is gonna be great," Steven sighed.

I felt Steven settle into position behind me. I relaxed my ass as much as I
could, while looking around to see in the moonlight, the night sounds soft
with the spring breeze rustling in the trees and bushes. I loved Steven for
caring so much about me as he prepared to cornhole me. I swore to myself
that I would take whatever he gave me, content to lose my virginity to him
and feel his cock up my ass. I rested, waiting for things to happen. I
hunched my back, pressing my face into the fur coats as Steven moved in,
his dick brushing the backs of my thighs.


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PENETRATION

He had one arm around me and I felt the tip of Steven's cock begin to wet
the area between my anus and my testicles. His other hand came between us
and I felt him guide the blunt tip of his cock to my pursed hole. It became
a poking, as he slowly steered his thrusting up at my anus, exploring for a
way in.  I tried to let go as much as possible, knowing that it would
initially hurt.

I could only imagine how Steven's penis felt as it found my ass crack and
hole, and began fervently reaming around it.  I winced with the long-ago
memory of Uncle Doctor putting a huge thermometer and his examining finger
in my bottom when I had the mumps. Slowly and gently, Steven began to push
forward.  At the same time, I began to lift my ass up towards him.  As he
bore down, the head of his prick lodged against my rear opening and the
pressure grew alarmingly. With my right arm I reached out and grabbed the
other pillow, bringing it back and putting it under my face to muffle my
moans.  He seemed unable to gain an entry.

"Steven!" I cried.  "Huh..., no!  Oh, ahh!  ...No!"

I tried to tell Steven he was too big, it was not going to go in, but he
laughed quietly again, telling me that being screwed in the bum was just
like taking a giant shit. I did all I could to loosen my ass, fighting the
reflexive urge to tighten up as Steven pushed against me.  Thankfully he
was going slowly.  Steven's cockhead began to open up my ass. Reaching
under me with both hands he suddenly tweaked my small but sensitive
nipples, still swollen from his earlier stimulation. I gave a start, part
surprise and part pleasure. The next moment I felt the pressure of his dick
increase and my reluctant ring muscle was forcefully opened until it gave
way and he sank a smidge into me.  Then his cockhead broke the resistance
and slid a bit more into my ass, I exhaled deeply into the pillow and
sighed with the massive intrusion of his huge dick. Steven, figuring he had
gotten the green light to proceed, started sliding just his cock tip in and
out.  I tensed up and suddenly his knob was lodged within me. I gasped,
groaning in pain, my eyes wide and rolling like a calf at slaughter.

"Ah!  Oh Holy Mother!  I can't, Steven...  Steven! Ah-h-h?"

Incredibly, I thought of the little bull calves mounting each other in
Cousin Max's meadow. Once at a movie matinee we'd seen an African safari
film, silent and flickery, where an old bull water buffalo was attacked by
a pride of lions. He fought them off, but he collapsed in a heap, dying I
guessed. Suddenly a strong young water buffalo bull trotted up to him and
mounted his rear, right there on camera, driving his long, long penis into
the fallen animal's butt. You could see it. It was a dominance thing. A
success for the young bull.

Steven knew somehow, and remained without a movement for a few minutes,
giving me time to get used to those new feelings. Steven licked my neck and
spoke to me like to a small child that needed comforting.

"Oh poor baby, sweet child.  Easy, easy honey.  Uh huh, it's okay, it's
gonna be fine.  Let it be, let it be there.  Mmm, yes.  This is Steven,
your Steven, this is your Cousin Steven right with you."

Taking a hand from my chest he felt down under my belly between my thighs
to rub the sensitive dog knot on my thin floppy cock. His stimulation made
me wriggle and push back at him, working his mighty cock into my bum in
spite of myself.

"I'm with you, Cob, right here.  Do you feel that?" he asked, flicking his
stiff dick inside of me and making me moan. "That's your Steven, oh my,
yes!  Oh my, oh heavens!  Oh yes.  Poor baby, mmm huh...."

I tried to ignore the pain and voluntarily bucked back to take the rest of
his monster into me. After a minute, his dick seemed buried in my ass. He
kissed my shoulder and leaned about to suck my nipple from behind and
stroked my dick gently.

"Does it hurt?" Steven asked, genuinely concerned as he stopped moving
forward.

"Uh, no...  No!" I clearly lied, groaning, gasping, determined to let it be
there.  "It's good.  It's so good.  Keep going."

Steven's cock was still sliding into my hole, causing me to wonder how much
more there could possibly be to go.  All the while he slithered in I held
Steven's encircling arm tighter and closer, and he responded by doing the
same to me. The situation I was in, with Steven so close to me and so
concerned about my well-being, managed to turn the potentially painful
feelings into overall pleasurable sensations.  Also, to my joy, the pain
was not as bad as I had anticipated.  In fact, as Steven's cock began to
slide further into my ass, I found the feeling pretty good.

"I'll make noise, but not `cause it hurts," I fibbed.  "It's 'cause I like
it.  Just keep going."

His thrusting became more pronounced and rigorous as it slipped deeper and
deeper into my bowels.

"Okay, Cob.  Here goes," Steven said.

With that, he slid his dick in all the way.  I felt so full.  There may
have been lots of dicks in the world bigger than Steven's, but this was the
first dick I ever had in my 13 year old ass and of course it felt
bizarre. Of course this was a completely new sensation to me. Of course
there was pain.  But it was my Cousin Steven's dick in me.  And there was
no feeling I could ever get that would feel better than knowing that my big
`Handsome Camper' Steven had his cock filling my tight ass, screwing
me. Then, he stopped pushing.

"He's in Cob. He's in" Steven whispered to me.

He lay over me, deep in me, his head resting by mine, breathless and
sweet. He relaxed on his elbows, and I crooked my arm around his and held
my hand over his forearm with my fingers on the back of his hand, slowly
stroking and rubbing back and forth over his skin. I loved it all through
my tears and sobs. Just when I thought that was it, he suddenly impaled me
further. I studied the feeling. It was not bad as long as he did not move,
extraordinarily full somehow, but not unpleasant. In fact, there was
incredible, unbelievable pressure, but not pain. I lifted my head, looking
back to see that I had indeed taken Steven's entire enormous cock up my
ass. His handsome face was strained with his mouth open, and his taut body
so beautiful and right at me.

But things were far from over.  Steven began to slide his cock back out.
As he slid out, I found myself again reacting to the strange feelings by
pinching my ass muscles.  I mean, it was like a reflex thing.  My ass
muscles just clenched at the strange feelings back there. Yeah, only
movement created a painful sensation. However, more movement did come;
Steven started to hump me with long and equal strokes, being as careful as
he could. He made love to my ass, slow and easy, almost tantalizing and
teasing but with a purpose. I made a decision not to spoil things and
fought the urge to push him out of me. I bit the back of my hand, trying
not to cry out. I started jerking my own dick to divert attention from the
intrusion.

Then he said, "Please, Jacob, don't cum now." His breathy voice whispered
right in my ear, "If you cum now, you may miss the best part."

It took courage, but I left my dying dick alone.  I buried my head in the
seat, relaxing as much as possible and tried to take it like a man, or at
least how I imagined all those smaller boys at Camp Cainan must have taken
it from Steven. The screwing motion caused me pain.

"Ah, umm... Unh! Oh, Great Mother!" I could not help calling out, "You hurt
me!"


******
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EYES AT NIGHT

I moaned steadily, like a child crying.  My eyes rolled about, around the
opened car door and the night sky outside, and onto the moonlit grass and
trees and bushes.  What the...?  Were those eyes?  Wide ox-eyes among the
leaves, watching?  Was that a small face on a short body in a nightie
looking on? Standing silent on the mossy ground?  Listening to our groans
and heavy panting and the accelerating rhythmic creaking of the back seat
and car springs?  Was that really my sister Penelope staring at us from the
dark?  Penny must see a naked boy with a gorgeous man crouched like a wild
animal behind, as if we were fighting there together in the darkened car,
convulsed in violent joy with moans of stricken pleasure.  I tried not to
cry out.  I shut my eyes, and when they opened again the specter was gone.
Had Steven seen?

***

In any event he steadily picked up speed, to the point where he was
actually ramming my stretched ass with his thick cock. He said he wanted to
see my youthful boy body taking it in. He appeared to take even greater
delight in seeing me naked and straining under him. He spoke of my grimaced
face, my tight shoulders, my grasping arms, my scrunched belly, my round
bottom, my stretched legs.

"Oh yeah....  `Exquisite... Oh, flawlessly beautiful boy...,' " he quoted
from something very old. " `A thing of wonder...  Limbs a little colored by
the sun'."

"Ah...! Ah...!" was all I could say to each plunge. "Aw-w-w...!
Aw... Oh... Huh...?"

Muttering confused cries, I gyrated and pushed against him as he drove into
me, and I relished every grunt I got from his throat. Very soon he was
smashing against my cheeks with his pelvis and his great cock was sliding
in and out of my anus with great power, but not viciously. His handsome
face screwed up.

"Oh Cob, forgive me. I should pull out," he panted. "I don't mean to be
cumming into you so soon, but... here... It... IS...!"

He quivered, looking beatific, as if gifted by celestial beings. His
tremors slowed and he hunched over my back like a dog to fondle my
body. His hands rubbed my neck and chest and belly, caressing me and
pushing me at the same time. I was amazed that touching my slight boy's
body seemed to excite him; it certainly did me. I was the beloved minion of
this god.

"Ganymede, taken by eagle Zeus," moaned Steven. "Oh Cob this is splendid!"

He said he wanted to linger, to feel my body forever, and to be endlessly
excited. I felt him pull out completely, which left me with a strange empty
feeling. He barely rested, and when he re-entered it was with his full
length and width with all his young-man force. But he proceeded more
slowly, majestically, lovingly filling me with his still stiff self,
sliding more easily in his spunky semen. Now there was no real pain as
such, but a surprising feeling of fullness, prickling distension, and being
terribly stretched. I moved my ass up and down to the rhythm he was setting
as he humped me, trying to get his dick as deep in to me as it would go
when he thrust his hips downward.  I imagined the Stone Crew's astonishment
if they could watch me take Steven's cock up my ass while enjoying it so
much. We were fornicating!

Soon Steven's thrusts became incredibly fast and hard once more.  All this
pleasurable pain was causing some unbelievably good-feeling friction
between my cock and the coonskin coat that was on the seat under me, and I
soon felt the familiar tension in my belly. I began to work my hips harder,
pushing back to meet Steven's thrusts, until we were bucking and jerking
together. I could feel myself building up to climax. It was like paddling
up to the falls, then pulling back before going over. I wondered if our
collie Patches had experienced this when I had screwed her doggy ass and
she lay there in a trance [Episode #6]. Was this what cousin Pin-Up Susie
felt when she opened herself to her half-brother Steven? That was rape and
incest, wasn't it? Or was it love? Would my mom have felt this if I entered
her? Most of all I felt with delicious horror what it would be like if I
was Penny, if I was my own kid sister, experiencing this ass-stuffing
completeness. Was she still watching from the undergrowth? What if that
were my own prick high up inside her; her own brother's cock banging her
more and more? Would it feel like this to her?

Steven was now out of his senses and careful or not, he shuttled his dick
in and out of me as though it was the last he would ever have. His hands
grabbed at my sides tight and hard, and his groin spanked my butt and the
sound of his body slapping into mine was loud and sharp. I leaped and
clenched my ass around his cock. He was going faster.  He was untiring.

"Holy Mother Cob, I'm near shooting again," Steven groaned.

"Stay in," I pleaded. "Keep it in."

I'd be lying if I said there was no pain.  But I'd also be lying if I said
there was no pleasure.  While it was really uncomfortable, and certainly
felt unnatural, at the same time there was a highly gratifying sense of
wholeness, of being fulfilled and completed.  Like a gentle jockey riding a
favored colt, Steven rested his head on the back of mine and we continued
to hold each other. Steven licked my neck and sucked on my ears while
emitting high pitched squeals. He was getting close.  Right then, he pulled
his cock out to the point where I could feel the base of his cockhead slide
past my sphincter.  Only the tip was still in me.  But that lasted a split
second, as he rammed his entire cock back into my ass full force.

"Oh , Great Mother!"  I gasped, unable to believe the intensity of the pain
and the pleasure caused by what Steven had just done.

I felt an exquisitely unpleasant fullness in my throat. I was to cum. I
wanted to cum. Let it come, let me come. It let go. The most intense orgasm
hit me with a huge convulsion that arched my back and pushed my ass back
against my cousin. I could hear myself moaning and trying to breathe as he
kept up the pace. The feel of my ass wrenched around Steven's thrusting
cock was incredible for me, and I could sense the wet spot growing beneath
me as I shot my load on to the raccoon coat.  This was why Steven had
wanted me to wait. Steven grabbed me tighter.  I guess my actions pushed
him over the edge as he smacked up against me and just held me to him with
his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back.

"Ahh.... Argh.... Agh...," Steven groaned. "...SUCCESS...!"

That must have been when the flood ran into me, because some of it
certainly ran out. His body jolted back and forth with each squirt. I felt
his prick lift inside me each time he spurted. It felt like he was never
going to stop cumming until he finally collapsed, his balls spent.  Steven
released me and I slid forward onto the seat with him lying on my back as
we both sprawled totally exhausted. We lay like that for several
minutes. Steven kept his dick in me for quite a while, and after another
minute of kissing my neck and cheeks and rubbing me with his hands, his
cock shrank. As it began to slip from me I nipped my ass muscles and gave
his cock a final squeeze. He pulled back and out of me. I felt a stream of
liquid pouring out of my ass and running down the inside of both my
legs. We lay in the wet. It didn't matter. We were both too worn out to
care.

With his withdrawal, a life force had been plucked away from deep inside
me. I felt an immense emptiness I could never have imagined before. And yet
a profound chord had been struck within me, like the vast reverberations of
a great bell that was to last all that coming day and the next, which I
remember to this day. His rapture was my rapture. I was elated that I had
been fucked, and had enjoyed it. We sprawled together, breathing
heavily. Our bodies leaned on each other, the aroma of sweat and semen
stinging my nostrils. I kissed Steven. He looked quite proud and took
pleasure in running his hands all over me. The moon had set. The starry
night was warm, dark and clear. Eventually our breathing calmed and we just
sat there.


******
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PASS IT ON

"That was the best, my lad, my Sexy Slim, my boy" was all Steven could say
with a soft smile. "Boys are so straightforward.  They tell you when they
like something. And they can't fake an orgasm."

Then Steven whispered, enunciating each syllable, "Ho-Mo-Sex-U-Al..." It
resounded like a silent shout in the car and about the farm and around the
world. "I am ho-mo-sex-u-al...  Marked by the deviant inversion of a
sinister bent...  How and why are idle questions; it's a little like
wanting to know why our eyes are dark."

I did not know if he meant that therefore I was homosexual too, but he went
on, "Happy birthday, Jacob. Happy 13th birthday past and 14th birthday to
come."

Steven sat next to me there on the big green velvet back seat of the Desoto
8. We each waited for the other to do or say something. I figured it should
be Steven. He was the older cousin who had to get going. He told me to
clench my ass tight to keep as much sperm as possible so it would become
part of me.

"You have the family seed held within you now. And so," he said
emphatically, "it is time to take it in, and pass it on."

I looked at him in astonishment.

"When you next start shooting," he said, "a portion of the cum will be
mine."

I knew what he meant.  I recognized the taste of Cainan semen in my mouth,
as Steven's cum was absorbed from my gut into my blood and secreted in my
salivary juices.  Stunned, I savored the lingering taste of Steven's sweet
semen on my tongue, remembering the tang of Penny's `surprise-cum' gushes
when she had cum by my finger. Great Mother! I shuddered with a vision so
very real, I was overwhelmed. In my mind I was steering my one-eyed monster
within a young girl's tight little secret crevices, her kitty-pen. I was
instantly super alert and on edge. Steven must have seen Penny in the
bushes too!

"Why refuse her?" Steven asked reasonably. "She'd hardly give you any fight
at all, seems to me. The girl wants you in her, that's plain enough to
see."

Was it Penny's pussy that I imagined my cock invading? Fortified by family
seminal fluid, was I really to mount my little ox-eyed sister, and actually
bury my long thin spasming cock inside her, my cobbles spewing
cousin-and-brother soul-seeds deep within her pen?  Was I to commit an
immoral, illicit, taboo act that could lead to my being disowned,
castrated, and probably hung by the neck until dead at the Hanging Tree?
What of the Black Coat incest vigilantes? [Episode #4] Yet I grinned widely
and began to seriously reconsider my self-imposed pledge not to have
incestuous carnal knowledge of my kid sister.  Might it be our time for
love juice!

***

My 'Handsome Camper' cousin Steven slowly sat up straight to pull on his
clothes, watching me slumped all wet and naked there until at last I did
the same. He seemed deeply moved. There were tears in his eyes. He messed
up my hair, smiling longingly at me as if I had been his for this moment
only, and was now launched to find others.

"I should go," he whispered looking at me. "And you too.  Go to it."

"...Uh-h-h...," I was confused, and somehow deeply sad.

As the sky gave the first hint of light, Steven nodded and drove off. He
left me standing there cherishing that satisfying sense of fulfillment deep
in my bowels, known only to those members of the human race who have been
really and truly fucked.

Yours truly, JACOB
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<to be continued>