Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2012 13:46:15 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #17'(bi inc gB cons)[17!24]

'Cob 'n Pen #17'(bi inc gB cons)[17!24]

This is a work of soft and slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted
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Cob `n Pen #17

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: THREE LETTERS: Cow & Bull Barnyard; Washroom &
Kitchen; Bedroom Buffalo Dance

THREE LETTERS:

>>>from JACOB (Cobby)
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Pike Lake Crossroads at Old Aunt Elsa's, Wednesday, May 2, 1934, 9AM.

COW  &  BULL  BARNYARD

With a bark Patches licked my nose and I sneezed awake.

I lay in my narrow bottom bunk, almost in dream sleep. The bodily
sensations had passed, but my mind still sensed the surprising fullness and
completeness that had been given to me as a belated 13th birthday present
five days earlier. For the very first time, my 'Handsome Camper' cousin
Steven had made illicit and criminal love to my ass. I took all he had to
give! [Episode # 16] I breathed out with the astonishing physical memory.

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

So I'd resolved to hold off, to sequester Steven's precious bodily fluids
within me for future use. But the imperious urges were too strong. Glorious
wet dreams and habitual jerk-offs sowed the oats onto the sheets. But not
this morning. My kid sister Penny and I were lawfully truant from school;
we were to help old Cousin Max breed the cow, and I was late. I took a
look-see around the Schwann family quilt that divided our shared bedroom –
yep, my sister's big green bed was empty. The tattered chore dress was
missing from its peg by the door.  Her boots were there though, so she had
to be down in the barnyard barefoot.

I hauled out of bed and scratched and stretched, glancing at the skinny
red-headed kid reflected naked in all the mirrors stuck up around our
little bedroom. I struck a `strong man' pose with my sinewy muscles as
Patches gave my hard on a good morning lick, and it made me
shimmer. Pulling on an old flannel shirt and baggy hand-me-down linen
trousers, I tugged the suspenders over my shoulders. I grabbed a muffin
from the rack above the wood cook stove and stepped on to the kitchen porch
of our miserable shotgun shack. The morning was clear and cool with clouds
on the horizon. The early May sunlight seared my eyes.

I looked past the barn to where Penny was in the big meadow, her floppy
dress and long black braid flying, trying to get a halter on Naomi. Immense
old Cousin Max, ever his jolly self, acted the circus ringmaster in the
center of the barnyard, laughing as he stood by the bull pen, hooting at
Penny's efforts. Naomi was out there prancing about as though she were
still a heifer with her tail raised and her rump hair standing on end. She
ran urgently up and down the fence line when she was not mounting poor
placid ancient Ruth, her older companion cow. Even I could see the streams
of clear mucus dripping down Naomi's legs from her vulva. She was in
estrus. She knew what she wanted, and that something was what only the
young bull Noah could provide.

I hopped over the fence and ran barefoot through the squishy mud and cow
pies to give my 11 year old sister Penny a hand. We slid and slithered
about, knocking into each other, our clothes damp and clinging in the wet
of the morning dew. Penny was really short for a swimmer but strong. I
towered over her, not helping her much for all my rope-climbing and
gymnastics practice, all gangly and slipping about in the muck. As usual
Penny gave the orders; I followed. She bold; me shy. We finally got the
rope around the cow's bucking head and held on for dear life as Naomi
plunged willy-nilly headlong for Noah in the barnyard. Cousin Max soothed
her with his huge hands and bellowing voice. 70 year old Max was colossal,
standing a full head above me and as round as a great barrel. One did not
have conversations with our cousin, one listened to him declaim. He was
delighted to embarrass us by being our self-proclaimed teacher on all
topics relating to the birds and the bees [Episode #6]. He joked about our
long ago ancestor, Great-Grandfather Josephus, telling the old story with
hearty laughter.

"Great-Grandfather Josephus practiced animal husbandry...," Cousin Max
declared with a roar, "...until they caught him at it!  Ho ho ho!  But it
must have felt great!" He punched my arm nearly knocking me over, "Eh,
Jacob?"

Max justified our great-grandfather's unusual romantic affection with
animals by quoting with gusto from our Cainan Faith Community manifesto, "
`The fitness of things is governed by the Nature of things; and not by the
custom, the forms and the municipal laws. Nothing is indeed unfit that is
not un-Natural.' Or that doesn't fit!' he bawled in a loud laughing
voice. "If the shoe fits, wear it!  If the muff fits, stuff it!  If the
sheath fits, house it!  If the hole fits, screw it!  Ha ha ha!"

I was red faced and I had mud and manure all over me and matted in my
hair. I hopped up to perch on the top board of the rickety fence, not ten
feet from the cow and bull. Cousin Max tied Naomi's halter to the chestnut
tree in the divided pen.

"Now Jacob," Cousin Max fairly shouted toward me. "Note Naomi's estrus
juices flowing down her leg! She's just like one of your girly friends who
gets so wet `cause she's desperate to be sparkin' with you!"

And he laughed while I was mortified, like any 13 year old boy would
be. Penny just nodded with interest.

"This is not to be confused with your menstrual periods," he yelled toward
Penny, who at age 11 and a half was no where near having her monthlies, I
was certain. "As Old Aunt Elsa tells you, if your eggs haven't been
fertilized, then your bloody monthly menstrual flow is your womb weeping
for its lost children! Of course if you're full of bouncing boy sperms and
your ripe eggs take them in, then your womb is quite happy to be
impregnated and you miss your periods!"

Cousin Max was bewilderingly direct. I was blushing and in a sweat. Penny
whooped with laughter as Cousin Max slid a vast hand along her back to
cuddle her bottom.

"Ah, our little Penelope is undeniably pretty, is she not?" Max
hollered. "With her jet black curls and heart shaped face and that rousing
smile! Slender but with good hips! You'll have no trouble bearing children!
But never be generous about offering your body, my dear!"

It was tiny Penny that he called to come into the far side of the bull pen
with him, and she barely came up to his giant belly. He clucked to
fine-looking Noah, a sleek and strong young Jersey bull with a shiny nose
ring who was at ease with his place in creation. Standing upwind on his
side of the divided pen, he had not yet seen or sniffed Naomi's estrus
fluids, and was still quite calm. Cousin Max instructed Penny on Jersey
bulls. They were small as compared to the other dairy breeds, but extremely
masculine. Good bulls were fit and fertile, sound of body and able to
`provide proper service'.

"That means he's got to be able to copulate properly! You hear that,
Jacob?" Cousin Max yelled over to me. "Service! We're talking about
servicing females! Keep your eyes open! There's a right way to do it!"

I was bright red. Placid Noah seemed to enjoy the attention as Cousin Max
had Penny scratch his low swinging balls with a pizzle stick and stretch
her hands around Noah's sizeable scrotum to heft his testes within. About
11 inches around the sack was her guess. Cousin Max nodded, and said that
was a good beginning for an 18 month old male, an eager teen lad, he said
laughing and pointing at me.

"A lot of male animals enjoy gentle stimulation of the testicles, which can
involve tugging, cradling or simply licking the scrotum," Cousin Max
explained to Penny.  "You agree, Jacob? Healthy testes should have give and
firmness! They're the consistency of your big brother's biceps muscle! You
can check Jacob out in a moment, but feel down here now!"

She squeezed the bull's balls and glanced up at me and smiled. I was so
self-conscious I thought I would die. Cousin Max explained that Noah was
the product of Naomi's second freshening, her second calf. Both Naomi and
Noah were sired by the prize bull Lamech, so they were technically sister
and brother as well as mother and son. Naomi was named for Neemah of our
Cainan scriptures, our patriarch Noah's mother and later his wife, and
ultimately their son Ham's wife as well. So our Naomi was the mother of
this bull Noah, and soon to be his mate. And, if the future inseminations
were successful, Naomi also would be the consort of her next bull calf, who
of course was to be named Ham. It was written in our scriptures that that
consanguineous coupling had brought forth Cainan, the forever cursed
wanderer and namesake of our Cainan Community.  My head swam with this
incestuous biblical pedigree.

I cringed to see Penny under the young bull, fondling his balls. At the
same time I was on the fence getting hot and horny, rubbing my big bare
feet back and forth on each other. My kid sister watched Noah's penis
uncoil from its sheath in the middle of his belly like a yard-long dowel,
practically to his front legs. Cousin Max was delighted, as the length of
the far-reaching phallus augured well for Noah's being a good breeder. He
yelled some obscene joke to me about measuring my competition and comparing
the two of us.

"Big feet big meat, eh Jacob?" laughed Cousin Max. "True for every
man-creature of uncommon sexual appetite!" I was struck dumb with shame.

THE GIFT

Immense Cousin Max suddenly stood tall with a beautiful smile upon his face
as if he were an overgrown choir boy. One arm crossed to rest upon his
breast, his other hand cradled his groin, encasing his `crown jewels'. He
sonorously chanted a prayer of gratitude:

"We thank our Great Mother of the earth and all the gods of heaven for the
gift of procreative arousal! We give thanks for any sudden sexual urge," he
intoned, "any twinge in a young female's vulva or nipple, any surge in a
young male's lifting phallus! We are mindful, and pause to allow the divine
driving itch to flow over us for a second, a moment, an hour, whatever we
are given! Our joy and our duty is to give and to receive and be filled and
if at all possible to act from the power of this gift!  Amen!"

I gaped open-mouthed at Max's audacious prayer. Penny had a huge smile on
her face.

"Now!" cried Max, "Let us give Naomi her ice cream, shall we? She wants her
sweet cream!"

He had Penny open the divider in the bull pen before she scrambled up
beside me on the fence rail. She was in one of Old Aunt Elsa's baggy farm
dresses, worn and patched and damp from the dew and the goo from the cow
and bull. The warm breeze billowed it about her child-like form, so her
breasties were outlined, with her tiny nipples pointed up hard and even her
little girl kitty-pen lips etched out down below. Well, Penny may have been
only 11 years old, but she was positively glowing, perspiring a bit, her
eyes wide and happy. The mud on her feet and dirt on her face and hands
made her look alive and set to go. She seemed as ready as Naomi. My
buttonless shirt blew back from my stringy torso, and the wind on my bare
tits was enough to give me a hard on. I was naturally randy anyway, and now
here was this bull and his mother or sister, and here was my own sister...
It was all too much. I just stared at Penny. In moments of quiet I found I
was strangely attracted to her.

Then like any other clueless adolescent, the boy bull Noah trotted
confidently toward where his mother Naomi was tethered. He casually bid her
hello until he caught wind of her rich clear estrus streaming down her
legs. His whole body perked up, he snorted in a big breath; his muscles
went tight and he seemed to grow. He nuzzled her rump and her secretions
dripped from his nose. He began to lick her introitus with his tongue in
long deliberate laps from bottom to top. Naomi gave forth a plaintive drawn
out, moaning moo while twitching her rear.

"Hey, Jacob!" Cousin Max called and I winced. "You see how it's done? This
is how you make her ready!"

Naomi held her tail aside and tipped her ass up to present herself to
Noah. As Noah sidled along her, she lapped her tongue over his flank and
down to his penis. They both seemed very pleased.

"And Penelope!" Max guffawed. "What's good for the goose is good for the
gander!"

My sister threw a hand over her mouth and snickered, grabbing on to my
upper arm so she would not fall off the fence. My cock jumped at the feel
of her fingers gripping my muscle. We watched the young bull strut around,
bouncing up on his hooves, swaggering about the pen like a youthful
wrestler warming up for a match. Then he began to prance, and became pumped
up and looked larger and stronger. Naomi bellowed desperately for the
payoff. In a few moments he mounted her for real. He was a bit uncertain,
and stood there with his chest on her rump, his bull cock a good foot away
from her entrance. That first time there was just a spray of thin milky
semen spewed over her rear.

Uncle Max called to me in a very loud stage whisper, "See Jacob, a lot of
first time lads pop before they really get it in! It's mostly precum so
it's okay!"

"Aw, applesauce," I clenched my eyes shut and grimaced.

Penny wrapped her arm about mine and snuggled ever closer to me. She
laughed nervously. Noah broke from Naomi, his scrotum swinging like a bell
clapper. Penny's hands were upon my upper arm, her fingers palpating my
biceps. I was so embarrassed, but I had done tons of rope climbing so my
arm was kind of nice when I flexed it for her. I liked that satisfying feel
of my growing arm muscle pushing against her slight encircling fingers, and
then I went hot and panted and stared suddenly at the sky.

"Oh no!" I moaned. "Ng-ah!"

A sudden wet spot grew like I'd just spilled milk in my trousers. Of course
I'd creamed a bit in my pants. Penny kept a grip on my left arm and looked
at me askance. I threw my right hand over my dripping lap as I fought to
keep from toppling off the rail. A few moments later Noah mounted Naomi
again. This time, humping, humping, with forelegs clasped behind her
forelegs, his pizzle-penis longer, thicker, harder, centered on her vulva,
it began to disappear inside as his hind legs danced and he lifted and
pulled himself up on her back. The mother's call trumpeted loud and then
mellowed and sweetened as the son penetrated her and pumped her with little
leaps that were awesome in so large an animal.

"He's entered her Gate of Heaven!" Max announced in a knowing tone, and
grinned a most salacious grin. "A consummation devoutly to be wished!"

The young male's scrotum lifted; soon dribbles of wet secretions and cream
oozed from the older female's vagina. I just gaped to see it. Penny was
staring wide eyed as well.

"Like a mix of light corn syrup and rich thick vanilla ice cream," marveled
Cousin Max, grossly smacking his lips. "Their first fuck is kind of a rape,
as it will be for each of you, quick, hot, heavy. When the first hot rape
fuck is past, then they and you can start having slow sex. Love making will
follow in time. All will be well."

After quite a while Noah slid off of her. When they had both recovered with
heaving breaths, he did indeed go onto and into her yet again, slowly and
lovingly. Uncle Max sang softly and talked constantly to his animals. He
seemed as pleasured and gratified by their union as they were.

After another time or so of the son Noah going at it with his
sister-mother, Naomi, Cousin Max called it, "A good measure!"

Penny hopped off the fence to get the halter, and I turned my back and
climbed gingerly down, being so charged up that my rock hard prick was
again sticking the suspiciously damp trousers straight out. Penny turned to
stare when Cousin Max guffawed and gave me the thumbs-up.

With a laugh Max sang the two of us the old opera aria `Là ci darem la
mano' in his sinfully rich basso, " `Let go, my loves, let go! To heal the
pain and woe! Relieve the suffering of your innocent love, the suffering of
your innocent love!' "


MEADOW GRASS

My balls were as full as peaches and, Great Mother, they were aching.  I so
wanted to just frantically jerk off for real this time to release the
pressure. But Penny stuck to me like flypaper. We separated the satisfied
animals, with Noah staying in his pen. We moved along side the heaving
Naomi to wrestle her halter on, and the estrus fluid and semen smeared all
over her back and sides was soon all over the two of us.  We led her around
and through the gate and pulled it to. We rested our elbows on the fence
rail to watch the satisfied cow join her companion ancient Ruth in the
meadow. They got down to their business of feeding on the grass. Penny
chattered on delightedly about every detail of what we had witnessed. It
made me cringe.

I chased my little sister. I grabbed her about the waist and tossed her
right up over my shoulder. She seemed not much heavier that a squeaking
kitten, being light and compact, but she screamed like a laughing banshee
and clawed at me with her hands.  I was so full of juice that it all made
me feel ready to bust, so I ran with her to the top of the pasture where a
little hillock gave a wide view. She broke loose and we ran with legs flung
outward and to the side over the heads of the swaying grass, seas and
ripples and oceans of sweet grass. We sprawled there getting our breath in
the noon sun. We were both pretty wound up, and kept giggling whenever one
of us caught the other's eye. My sister seemed really happy. I lay on my
back in the sun baked meadow grass with my arms behind my head, the old
work shirt baggy and gaping.

She asked like a child, "What is the grass?" fetching handfuls and
sprinkling them on my bare belly.

I scanned the waving fields of rising spears and sniffed the fresh
fragrance of the grass. How could I answer her? I did not know any more
than she. The scent wasn't the only thing that was rising.

"I guess the grass is flags waving, and good smells lifting," I said
stupidly. "It's for us, that's for sure."

Penny in her loose-fitting prairie dress settled down on her elbows
practically on top of me. She looked me over through her heavy-lidded
ox-eyes. Her gaze caressed my eyes, my throat, sliding downward to linger
on my open chest and belly and damp button fly with its top button undone,
before returning to my lips.

Penny sang a hymn of Old Aunt Elsa's in a high, melodious voice that made
my toes curl, "Awake, awake O north wind, and come O south! Blow upon my
garden that its spiced perfume may flow out. Let my beloved brother come to
my garden, to his sister, and taste her choice fruits." (Canticles of
Cainan, 4: 16)

She patted my bare tummy as we sniggered and sort of avoided looking at
each other. She took a long shaft of timothy grass and lazily stroked it
back and forth over my belly button and under the loose waistband of my
jeans. It felt itchy as she left the spear of grass there. I wanted to
scratch, but I didn't. We giggled softly. The bright blue sky was changing
and bringing in those huge puffy clouds with darker bottoms.

"Thunderheads," was all I said.  "Storm's coming."

My mind was swirling with the young bull servicing his sister-mother cow,
with progeny and progenitors, mothers and sons, sisters and brothers,
estrus and semen, dripping, creamy semen. I pictured Cousin Steven likely
`phooking' his half sister, our cousin Pin-Up Suzie. I reasoned that at
some point the likelihood of Steven or my friend Mickey or some other local
lad slipping it to my own little sister was great. That would carry risks,
pretty much the same risks if my own dick entering her little `Gate of
Heaven', save for the obvious incest factor involved. In my thinking it all
pretty much boiled down to avoiding the Black Coat vigilantes, and not
getting her with child. Some part of me decided to broach the subject with
Penny, if things ever progressed that far between us.

Penny's thumb made slow lazy circles on my skin. She drew her finger over
some sticky bovine goo secretion that had found its way onto my skinny
belly and lifted a strand of it up with her hand. We watched absently as
the gummy strings stretched and reformed between the two of us. My abdomen
was naturally sucked in pretty far, and my stomach growls were louder than
the lowing of the cattle. Penny looked at me a bit sideways.

"Cousin Max said Old Aunt Elsa left cream and cherry pie for us in our
bungalow kitchen."

My ears were roaring with all the things we should be saying to each other,
all the could nots and should nots and must nots and may nots and no
nevers. And now creamy milk and cherry pie! Suddenly I only heard the flies
buzzing and the insects getting ready for summer, and the calls of the red
wing blackbirds gathering into small groups after flying north. Bird songs,
mating, making nests, hatching new chicks. These rhythms were the true
rules. What had Cousin Max said? `Nothing that fits is indeed unfit. If the
hole fits, screw it!'

Omagod! Suddenly I was up and running hard. The two of us were definitely
getting hotter. It scared me. I ran like hell in wide circles around the
hill top. I was going crazy. I ran from what Penny was doing to me, from
what being with her was doing to me. My skin crawled and I was in a sweat,
my heart raced, and my damn prick would not stay down and would not quit
dribbling precum. Sure, like all siblings we had fooled around in the last
months, just groping a couple of times. I'd pawed at her booblets and even
explored her crotch. She'd brought me off more than once with her hands,
but one of us always had our underpants on so it wasn't incest! [Episodes
#13, #14, #15] But my little sister was just being innocent and sweet, a
cute kid; while I was the big brother, I was supposed to ignore her. The
truth was I thought of her whenever I beat off, which meant all the time. I
thought of being with her, and even imagined being inside her. I had it
bad. But if we did IT, Penny and I, you know IT, then I'd be taken out to
the Hanging Tree and strung up by the Black Coat incest vigilantes to be
cut, castrated, killed. I did not want that. She was but 11, I was still
13. So I ran hard in circles around her. She did not say a word. She
grabbed a bit of mushy cow flop, tossed it hard, and the shit hit me PLOP
square on the shoulder.

"You'll pay for that!" I yelled, sprinting away down the meadow like a
spindly racer.

I ran to the cow barn, to the washroom down beneath, my bare feet slapping
on the stone step as I dashed inside. I left the door ajar and sunshine
blasted into the murky interior. I pulled out the stalk of timothy grass
and dropped my baggy trousers and work shirt and tossed them into one of
the big soapstone laundry sinks. I was slimy and grimy from cow goo and
sweat, mud and muck. It felt good to be nude. I trotted through the steamy
air to the far end, crouching at the maze of plumbing by the glowing coal
furnace. I worked the pipes, twisting handles and wrestling with faucets to
send the vaporous hot water to the shower stalls. A shadow blocked the sun
light from behind me. I turned. There was Penny silhouetted in the
doorway. She watched me through the pinkish mist.

When I stood toward her I kept a hand over my privates, you know, being
decent.

Yours truly, JACOB
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WASHROOM  &  KITCHEN

>>>PENELOPE (Penny)
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From PENELOPE
Re: Pike Lake Crossroads in the barn washroom and bungalow kitchen, Wednesday, May 2, 1934, Noon.

I was as ready as Naomi the cow in estrus, or as any female, I thought.

Wow! I swear I felt such yearnings swirling deep inside me. That studly
young Jersey bull Noah had stuck his long, long thing right into his
desperate sister-mother Naomi. Oh, she wanted it. And I saw it. I felt it
inside myself. I was excited to handle the bull's huge balls in their sack,
and I would've touched his penis too, and I bet Cousin Max would have let
me.

"Corn syrup and ice cream", the old man had said.

I licked my lips with the taste of bull semen in my mind. I had to
laugh. The year before when I was 10 all this would have made me throw
up. Now, well, I was 11 and a half, going on 12 and I sort of liked it. No,
I really liked it.

I recalled Old Aunt Elsa chanting from scripture, "O most beautiful among
young sisters, fairest among small girls, if you have no knowledge as yet,
if you yourself do not know, then get thee forth. Follow the tracks of the
herd. Watch the young kine sport upon one another beside the cowherd's
hut. For, my beauty, my sister, you are like the ready heifer, singular
among the herds of Cainan." (Canticles of Cainan, 1: 8-9)

I was in one of Old Aunt Elsa's loose farm dresses, worn and patched and
damp from the dew and the goo from the cow and bull. The breeze pushed the
frayed fabric along my body. My pokey breasties were outlined by the cloth,
with my little nipples pointed up hard. I watched it cling to the little
paired pillows of my Venus mound at my crotch.  Ready?  Oh, yes!  I opened
myself to the warmth of the early May sun that still peeked past the
gathering clouds. Hmm. I watched Cobby dashing ahead to fiddle with the hot
water in the old laundry room in the bottom of the barn. That bit of cow
flop I threw got him smack on the shoulder.  Ha!  He'd run like a hurdler,
so long and narrow, leaping above the early grass of the meadow, hmm....

I murmured the old chant, "Hurry my beloved brother, make haste. Come away,
and be like a gazelle or a young stag on my mound of spices." (Canticles of
Cainan, 8: 14)

Cobby was so full of it that he had leaked. Even while I was holding his
arm. Sitting on the fence rail, the bull and cow doing it in front of us,
his boy juice made a big wet spot in his pants. Yes! No ordinary school boy
or cousin made my heart do handsprings in my chest. No ordinary boy made my
skin tingle just by looking at me.

I strode barefoot on the stone step into the washroom beneath the barn. A
bit of sun came in the door and through the two filthy little windows high
up on the stone walls. It seemed dark and foggy inside, but warm, with the
hot steam hissing and clanging the maze of pipes by the coal furnace at the
far end of the room. There was a pink figure crouched deep in the vapor
with its back to me, naked. It stood, so tall and slender with the pale
rounded bottoms and then stooped again to work the valves, half lost in the
mist. Maybe he was a garden gnome, certainly a young faun with the body of
a boy and the legs and horns of a he-goat. It made me curiously excited.

The slate floor was cold and I skipped over to the soapstone sinks, pulling
the dress off over my head to add to the soggy pants and shirt Cobby had
tossed in. There was that spear of timothy grass I had stroked over his
belly and stuffed pokey down his pants. Now I was exposed, and I ran my
fingers up my belly and touched my tiny breasts, which were not so tiny
anymore. I undid the braid and shook out my long black hair. The handsome
faun stood in the steamy haze, elongated legs, round butt, slender back
with that blaze of red hair about the head. Not fully turning toward me, he
glanced and averted his eyes, seeing that like him I had no clothes on.

"Hot water's really hot," he warned. "Better mix in the cold."

There was the old marble shower stall for the men, and an adjoining smaller
one for women from long ago when whole families were hired to gather in the
crops. Immense Cousin Max had laughed about the `May Babies' that followed
from those fall harvest showers in the old days. I stepped in and fiddled
with the water. I liked it hotter than it needed to be. I heard Cobby
messing with the faucets in the adjacent men's stall, and I saw his tapered
ankles and big feet with lengthy long toes under our common marble
partition, water swirling down them toward the single drain between us. I
grabbed a cake of lavender lard soap from high-up on the window sill and
made a lather. I smeared bubbles everywhere, so I was sudsy all over. I
mounded up little foam hills on top of my tits. I turned slowly about in my
narrow space, leaning forward so my hair was before me in the spray. I was
of an age when some parts of me were fuller now, maybe even womanish and
they swayed as I swayed; and some parts more muscley from all my
swimming. You'd think he might like it! I checked my own upper arm
muscle. The bull's balls had truly felt like my brother's bigger biceps.
Would Cobby's testicles feel more like my younger arm?

I wanted to look beneath the partition at Cobby's sexy toes, his very long
toes. Steamy water was pounding down over there, whirling around and into
the drain. But no feet. Where was he? I got down on hands and knees with
the water coursing over me from my shower head. I couldn't see anything
over there on the other side. I had to shimmy down onto my front and slide
along the watery stone floor to get beneath the marble partition. I slid my
head under and then slithered on my belly partway onto his
side. Nothing. Just gushes of hot water cascading down. Where was my
brother?

A sharp SPANK splatted on my butt and stung.

"Ouch!" I shrieked.

A cake of soap had smacked my ass.

"Gotcha!" he called.

"Cut it out!" I screamed, flipping right over onto my back beneath the
partition.

There above me on the marble wall of the men's shower were the giant feet
and drawn-out legs, stretching up distantly to the round bottom and
shoulders of the faun with no head. He had pulled himself up and over to
look down the other side of the partition at me. No fair!

"Hey! No peeking!" I yelled, knowing he was getting a great view of my
crotch.

Amid uncontrollable whoops and guffaws Cobby let loose and dropped, the big
feet slapped to the floor on either side of my head splashing the
accumulating water. My eyes stared up the long calves and thighs to a
wrinkly ball sack, and his rising thing hanging down so long like a nodding
hose directing the flow of shower water in a stream on my face. His belly
and shoulders convulsed with chuckles, his fine featured face grimaced in
giggles, his curly red hair plastered all wet to his head. He was too cute.

"You're the one peeking!" he gasped between laughs. "Look who's sneaking
into my shower stall!"

Convulsed, he bent an elbow on to the shower wall and leaned forward,
pointing at me with his other hand. I was paralyzed, watching the ridges of
his belly roll with his laughter, and his newly defined chest rise with his
gasps for breath. The water from the shower head poured over him, making
him shine and glisten, showing off his freckled nose and shoulders, his
chest and belly and narrow hips and strong long legs and great feet. It
made his bright red pubic hair lie straight as it poured off his amazing
penis, splashing onto me, anointing my breasts and nipples. I swirled with
images of that magnificent young bull who'd mounted his sister, or was it
his mother, and before me this perfect boy faun directed his hot stream
upon me as I lay open to all. I gasped at the warmth flushing from my
seared center all the way outward through my limbs and lips, as a yummy
cumming-surprise flowed through me.

Drifting now, my mind was strangely analytical. Here was boy. Here was
male. Not yet a man but not a child.  A boy.  A young bull.  A
brother. Able to service a ready heifer, a sister maybe.  There was a
roaring in my ears. Images filled my mind. Images of my brother and me
locked in a blazing embrace. Images that were so real that I further
blushed in hot delicious waves all over my body. I had no doubt that if
Jacob and I were ever to make love, it would leave me in such a mixed up
state for ever. I just watched. He settled down, cupping his hand politely
over his genitals, chortling quietly. He turned his back to me, more timid
than me, glancing over his shoulders with a shy smile. I watched his
flexing back, the hollows forming and filling in his buttocks as he shifted
about.

"I got you back for tossing the cow shit," he added. "Now get over to your
own side."

With a sigh I slid back under the marble partition to wash and rinse my
hair and ponder what I had seen. Then I turned off the water and moved
through the misty washroom to where a single huge towel hung. I dried
myself with my half of it, and held my hair above the hot steam pipes to
dry in the rising warmth. I looked back at the men's shower stall where the
water still flowed full tilt. My faun's back was toward me, one of his
hands pushing against the stone wall, the other bent around in front and
rapidly pumping there amidst the gushing water. I forced myself to look
away.

There were no dry work clothes. Inside the cabinet there was only a folded
pair of Cousin Max's giant red flannel pajamas, worn, frayed and patched
but clean. They were soft with the fresh smell that comes from drying under
the sun. The immense pants were useless to me so I left them for Cobby. I
pulled on the voluminous top, buttoning the one remaining button. I looked
silly, I thought, in that red tent that came down over my thighs, covering
little as it gaped wide, showing my bare legs and feet.

I made my way back to our `home-house', the little shotgun bungalow where
the hired man used to live before they raised chickens in it, and
eventually one of Old Aunt Elsa's nieces had made it into an artist's
studio with all the mirrors in our shared bedroom [Episode #10]. Now it was
our home at Pike Lake Crossroads; and mom was away working. There on the
table was the temptingly warm cherry pie and a pitcher of cool creamy milk
that Old Aunt Elsa had left for us.

"Hurry up, Cobby!" I yelled from the kitchen porch down toward the barn. It
was darkening and threatening rain. "Or I'll eat it all myself!"


KITCHEN

I brushed out my hair in the rare rays of sun as my brother came galloping
out of the barn bare naked, red hair on his head and at his crotch with his
thing flopping around and Patches nipping at his heels. Cobby was lank with
his long neck and prominent Adam's apple, and at first sight looked
disconnected. His stride was ungainly and he seemed to topple and his ears
protruded. He hopped first on one foot and then the other pulling on Cousin
Max's colossal pajama bottoms. He had to stop and bunch it around his
narrow waist to tie the cord in a hasty knot. Then he loped up easily onto
the porch and strode manfully into the kitchen. He ran his hands through
his red coily hair and it sprang up all curly and clean. Without thought he
had a shaky but sure grace. Like a knight before his maiden he presented me
with that single shaft of timothy grass. Then he grabbed the slice of
cherry pie I handed him and wolfed it down, his thin shoulders and chest
still glistening wet. He was a good looking boy.

I sang from the old scriptures: "He brought me to the banquet room, and his
banner of love was over me.  Sustain us with cherries, refresh us with
cream, for we are faint with love." (Canticles of Cainan, 2: 4-5)

Catching sight of me in my huge pajama tops with my arms lost in the
sleeves, my big brother choked on his milk like a little kid, some of it
spilling up out his nose while he laughed. A tent sprung up in his crotch
and he reached down and gave it an absent minded tug.  Then he pointed at
me accusingly as if it were my fault and got himself around the other side
of the table so I wouldn't see. Long dribbles of milk dripped off his chin
and onto his exposed chest and tummy. I leaned over to wipe them off,
running my finger tip across his tight, supple stomach and up his chest. I
rubbed the curved mold of his pectorals to catch the milk right on his
stiff nipple. I stuck my finger in my mouth.

"Mmm, good cream!" I said winking at him.

The sky outside got darker and the distant thunder was getting nearer. I
must have bobbled some cherry pie onto my front, since his eyes were
focused down there. My big pajama top was pretty wide opened; in fact, one
of my little breasties was peeking out all uncovered. The bit of cherry
preserve right on top of it.

"Well?" I said, as I glanced up at my big brother staring wide eyed.

His eyes gave out an air of angelelic perplexity and he slowly looked at me
with a grin that turned devilish. He stretched his finger down toward the
cherry blob, never taking his eyes from mine. He ran the tip of his finger
bit by bit up the lower rounding of my breast, sort of feeling the bounce
of it, and paused over the little hard nipple.  As Cobby slid his hot hand
along my body I drew in my breath, a melting soft cumming `surprise'
flowing within again, and I nearly fell over. He freed the cherry filling
from the crest of my breast and brought it to his puckered lips. He first
rolled the fruit inside his mouth, next he stuck his tongue out to show me
the round glistening cherry on the tip, and then with a grin he ate it.

"Yummy cherry," he smirked, red faced and flushed all over.

There was a lightening flash and immediately thunder rolled across the sky
and the first scattered drops came down. It all made me feel stirred up
deep inside. I chased around the table after Cobby. An alarmed look came
over his face.

"Oh no you don't," he snapped.

He kept the kitchen table between us, but I outsmarted him. I swung an arm
behind his back and pulled him close to me to tickle him. He pushed against
me with one hand and with the other grabbed my wrist. We turned it into a
dance competition with Patches circling about us. Cobby's bare chest rose
above my eye level, his groin at my belly. He obviously had something
inside there, and my little breasts would not stay covered up by the loose
pajama top. It was fun, and we couldn't stop laughing.

He finally broke free from the kitchen waltz and escaped at a run toward
our little shared bedroom. I chased after him, the spear of timothy grass
in my hand. The light through our only bedroom window grew grey with
approaching rain. Cobby was grabbing for clothes in our miniature closet.

"Okay, stop teasing me," he said, obviously intent on getting dressed for
real.

I had on only big Cousin Max's red flannel pajama top so I was bare legged,
and Cobby was bare chested since he wore just the bottoms. He squealed when
I tickled him and pushed him back against the door jam.

"Hey, no fair," he complained, but then he got even by tickling me hard.

With his high cheek bones and heavily lidded ox-eyes, he had that
expression of some surprise. His eyebrows were raised, his lips drawn up in
an O, with those deep dimple arcs on either side of his mouth inviting you
to smile and laugh out loud with him. And I didn't think twice. I pressed
my stirred-up body against his and held him tightly. I reached up to pull
his face closer with my arms and kissed him on the cheek.

"Penny," he mumbled embarrassed, looking me in the eye.

I just couldn't control myself. I was so overwhelmed by my yearning and my
feelings for him. And without thinking I stretched and kissed him on his
mouth. That was my silent way of saying, `I love you' to him. And I kissed
him again, really letting go now, kissing his neck and his chest and his
arms as he was so tall. I pressed my body against his, my belly against his
groin and I could feel him rising.

"Penny, no..." he said weakly, but he didn't push me away.

My hands pushed on him and rubbed his bare chest and tickled his
nipples. Well, now he was like putty in my hands. Since he was so
inexperienced with girls he wasn't taking any initiative at all. That was
fine with me because I thought it was so cute as I wiggled over his front.

"You're afraid of me!" I announced in a faintly mocking tone.

Jacob always looked like an impudent puppy caught begging for food, who
would grab it the moment your back was turned. I was frenzied; in heat. So
I kept kissing him. I did not say words, but my actions said, oh my
brother, can we make love, please? And soon as I did that, he moaned and
his bulge just grew even more.

Cobby looked at me but he didn't back away.

Hugs and kisses, PENELOPE
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BEDROOM  BUFFALO  DANCE

>>> from JACOB (Cobby)
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Dear Uncle Doctor

From JACOB

In our shared bedroom, chicken coop-bungalow, Pike Lake Crossroads, May 2,
1934, 1 PM

My body swirled my mind in a dizzying dangerous dance of `I fear' and `I
want'.

On one hand was the fear of being castrated and strung up in the Hanging
Tree by the Black Coat incest vigilantes [Episode #4]. On the other, were
Steven's words about Penny, `The girl wants you in her, that's plain enough
to see' [Episode #16]. My kid sister Penny and I had watched the bull
service the cow; we had messed around together in the meadow and washroom
shower; we had slopped cherries and cream over each other in the
kitchen. So I ran away to our tiny bedroom to get real clothes and to
escape the fate of deadly incest with my sister. I feared it and wanted it.

Penny ran after me and I was about to twist away, when her pleasing scent
surrounded me, a fragrance that was more than lavender soap and cherry
pie. It was the distinct aroma of her skin and hair, the hot `girl' essence
of my `ready' young sister herself. She stood bare breasted in just that
giant red pajama top of Cousin Max's, and I wore only his big pajama
bottoms. She was on tiptoe in our little shared bedroom, the fresh rain
outside making the air seem clean and sparkly.  I brushed a lock of hair
from her forehead, my fingertips stroking lightly over her brow. Her skin
was baby soft and smooth. My kid sister stretched to her full height,
pouting her lips and pushing up to me so I'd bend down toward her. We'd
played this kissing game since childhood, only now I had an iron erection
to hide.

"Oh no, Penny...," I choked like an idiot. "No.... We can't...!"

"It's time," she said in a sultry tone. "Don't you think?"

"Time for what?" I asked suspiciously, knowing full well.

Around Penny I felt just like our pup Patches – trained to sit up and
beg, for attention, for crumbs, to be petted. I pulled back and stared at
her suspiciously. Aha! The little devil! Now I knew what was going on. Was
I being taken for a ride? Penny loved to joke and make believe and put on
plays and direct me and our pup Patches in all sorts of silly foolery,
play-acting and dress-up adventures. Was she trying to get my goat? We both
could see how my body wanted it from her, heck it was sticking right up
there. But why make fun of me and my feelings toward her?

"Ha ha ha, very funny," I said grumpily pushing her away. "It's not a
joke. Not for me, Penny.  Look, I think about this stuff all the time. With
you. I know it's wrong. And you're right. I deserve to be yelled at. But
not laughed at. Don't make fun of me for it. Tell me to go away, tell me to
get out of your sight forever, tell me to go to hell. But don't mock me!"

"No," she said, shaking her head, tears welling up in her big doe eyes.
She put her hand over my lips to keep me from protesting.

"Cobby, you're my big brother....  I'm yours. Who's mocking?  Don't you
want me?"

My baby sister gripped my hand. I couldn't believe it when she reached out
to my waist and tugged loose the knot holding up Cousin Max's immense red
pj bottoms I was wearing.

"Hey! Penny, stop!" I yelled.

I quick grabbed the sleeve of the huge pajama top that she was parading
around in. I jerked it hard and fast to get her attention. She spun out of
control like a top, twirled by the pull on the cloth, her arms slipping
free of the sleeves, her breasts and girly parts exposed.  WHAP!  The
single button on her pj top popped off and hit me square in the
forehead. Dazed, I stumbled backward; collapsing into our cramped closet,
back onto boxes and boots and winter coats. The universe spun about
me. Patches was barking like mad. I slowly gained focus, staring upward,
wedged flat on my back in the confines of the closet amidst hand-me-downs,
school pants, skirts, shirts, and dress-up favorites. On the storage shelf
up at the top of the tiny closet was a bull.  A bull?  A buffalo bull!
Dusty buffalo fur and smallish horns curved back against the crown of the
old Indian warrior's headdress which Cousin Max got from a county fair
years ago. Okay! I vowed to put on such a war dance for Penny that she'd
get her mind off any incestuous goings-on.

Fighting free, I grabbed the headdress and stuck it on my head. The musty
smell of grass and fur and man-sweat and animal rank overtook me. It was
hard to see anything, but a mirror across the room showed me in the most
far-fetched fur and horned get up ever, and little else. Patches barked and
barked. That was my cue for an Indian buffalo stomp and yell. I took to
stride into our bedroom but my feet wouldn't move. I pitched forward,
falling flat on my face. Those pj bottoms tangled about my ankles, trapping
and tripping me.

Penny burst out laughing and she did not quit. She sat cross-legged on her
own bed without a stitch on, the Schwann family quilt loose over her
shoulders, Patches panting happily by her side. Crouching now on hands and
feet, the pj bottoms kicked away and lost behind me, naked as the day I was
born, I wore just the buffalo horned headdress. I rose on my fingers and
toes to prance around, mimicking the young Jersey bull about to service the
estrus cow, his sister-mother. I strutted on all fours, bull-like in our
little bedroom, bellowing and snorting, sniffing and advancing, having a
great time. Even all naked, somehow with the buffalo head gear on I did not
feel exposed. It took hiding in a costume to bring out the real me. This
was what I was, the Spirit of the Bull, and this was what I was to do. I
caught glimpses of us in the many mirrors, Bull Boy and Little Cow Woman

Penny's open face was eager, she half sat up clapping her hands in a dance
beat, not bothering to hide her breasts with the quilt, her legs parted to
show her little girl crevice, hairless and smooth. I saw the mirrors
reflecting my own nakedness, me prancing about and springing up with just
my headdress, tight freckled skin, wiry arms and legs, round white butt and
narrow back; red pubes, ball sack, and long thin cock bobbing for all to
see. I heard Penny's yearning mooing like a cow in heat.  We both broke
into laughter.

I moved my head to the left and right and pressed forward to my sister's
wide green bed. Her moo sounds encouraged me and I knocked her knees apart
with my horns. I stuck out my tongue and lapped along her smooth coppery
skin at her ankle and calf and up her thigh, snuffling and licking her
sheen of sweat. Her hands stroked my shoulders, drawing me closer to her as
she lay back a bit, pulling me up on her bed and between her knees. I could
not see much out of the headdress but she made little heifer like noises,
now curious, now scared, now impatient, now ready, very ready. I let Penny
tug me up as I pushed Patches away.

I sat on the bed beside her, skin to skin, knees drawn up side by side,
hauling the Schwann family quilt around both our shoulders like a private
teepee. My headdress half covered my eyes allowing me to stay in bull
character until it shook loose and fell to the floor. Without it I was just
Jacob, and scared. I moved my hand to hide my groin.

Penny recited one of the old Cainan chants, "Look at you! How handsome you
are, my beloved brother! So pleasing to me! Also our bed is verdant
green. The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters are fir."
(Canticles of Cainan, 1: 16-17)

I looked away as Penny leaned into me and pushed me backwards to nibble
dramatically first on one of my nipples and then the other one. Her mouth
was warm and firm, her tongue like fire as she stroked me, arousing me,
making me think of hot bodies writhing in teepees.

"Cobby, I want you to do that to me."

"But... but... you're my sister. And neither of us has our underwear on! We
mustn't be doing this."

With all the excitement I suddenly strangled under an exquisitely
unpleasant fullness in my throat, breath struggling, ineffectual arms and
legs flailing, falling and I had to roll hard away from my sister. But I
was too late. The mirrors showed my astonished face going even more red as
I erupted.

"Oh-h-h, huh?  Damn!  Ngh-ah...!" I sputtered.

I shot my load. Long arcs of white boy splooge landed on the mirror by the
bed and then began to drip slowly down, like skywriting advertising what a
looser I was in the sparking department.

"Ah nuts!  I don't believe it." I tugged a quilt corner over my prick, then
tried to retrieve the lost situation, "You're just too cute, Penny; and
when you go after my nipples.... I can't take it..., and it lets loose."

Penny giggled. My kid sister put her fingers out to draw in my semen on the
mirror. She drew a heart, with a `C' and a `P' inside, and an arrow through
it.

"I'm the heart," she said. "You're the arrow."

I scratched my floppy damp cock. It did not look like much of an arrow at
the moment. Well, that did save me from having to make good on the
dangerous and deadly `stud service' department right then. She hung her
hand over the edge of the bed and Patches slurped my splooge off her finger
hungrily. Penny put her arms about me, pressing her small bare breasts
against my belly. I stroked down her back and across her bouncy bottom,
pulling her tight to my side, lying naked together, laughing again.

It was time.

Yours truly, JACOB
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<to be continued>